Last of Their Kind (Part 2)
A helping out during Mating time goes further than intended
Over the next few months everything had started to go back to normal, I was no longer setting Misty out for mating with Smokey; instead I took her riding. I had gone especially to a Horse Tackle shop to get the gear that I needed to turn Misty from a prospectable mating horse to a riding horse. At first she was unsure of the gear but once it was on and she adjusted to the weight of it she was soon bounding about the paddock happily prancing in time with the jingle of the stirrups as they clanged against her flanks. Day after day after all my chores around the barn were finished I would stand by the fencing just watching her prancing about, but there was just something still not right with her; she was just not feeling the saddle and the rest of the gear as it sat on her.
I gave it another couple of days until I decided to stop (as it seemed) torturing her with the gear and I led her to the fence where I climbed up onto it in order to swing my legs over her back. A couple of times she shied away from the fence not understanding what I was trying to do until I gently put my mouth to her ear and explained what I was trying to do. In the end as I slipped myself onto her back she gave a snort to tell me she was not too happy with the weight and so I asked her is she wanted me to get off, I got a shake of the head.
After a few minutes I let her do her own thing and she began walking around the paddock all the while I leaned forward to stroke the sides of her neck and now and then I would wrap my arms around her neck bringing us closer to each other. The only thing that was separating us now from each other was my clothes I had on, but that was a place i was not willing to go. But this was a start to bringing Misty and myself as close as we could be together...or so I thought.
Mating time had come around once more, this is generally a very busy time of the month as I would love to be able to put all of the females with Smokey to mate with but to be sure that each female had mated with him I had to place them one by one into the pen with him. Each time around this period I would explain to Misty exactly what I would be doing with them and now and then i would get the impression that she loved hearing the details of the mating process and my role in it as she would flare her nose and lower her head always to my crotch; only once had she tried to mouth my cock through my trousers but instead as caught me in her teeth; seeing what she was doing was hurting me she stopped doing this and instead this time she kept lowering her head and began lifting her tail revealing her pussy to the world. Although I had seen it before when I was doing rudimentary checks on her I had never seen it as puffed up or even winking. I knew then that she was in heat and was struggling to control herself, to be honest I was even having trouble keeping my thoughts clean and on top of that not acting on them; it was always around this time that I would begin to feel that familiar tingling that crept throughout my body always pulsing but never going anywhere just like pins and needles, they come but when they go they don't disappear from any one location. This was how I was feeling right now
I decided that I would do the equivalent of fingering someone to her, so as I wasn't sure if she was a squirter or not, I also decided that this would be the only time that I would show myself in all my glory to her.
'Now don';t go getting any ideas my beautiful' I said as I placed my top onto one of the bales of hay and continued onto my trousers all the while being watched by an increasingly excited mare.
Once freed of my clothes I began to pet her and whispering to her about how good she looked and all other sweet nothings I could think of to please her knowing that she knew and understood that I meant what I said to her. This time however this was petting of a different kind, I found myself paying more focus on the curves of her muscles; the way her skin waved over her ribs, the strength in her legs and the firmness of her rump and as I positioned myself behind her I could see what effects my petting of her was having as her juices had started to bead at the base of her pussy lips.
My first thought was to put a finger to them and to taste her juices, but I put that thought out of my head as I was not here to pleasure my sick thoughts; I was simply here to help her out in a time of need. Gingerly I laid the palm of my hand over her pussy feeling the heat emanating from her and began to slowly rub it around her folds letting her juices lubricate the outside and then I smiled as I heard her response to my ministrations. Under my palm i could feel more of her juices flowing and soon my hand and wrist were slick with her juices as was my nose filled with the scent of her heat and it was driving me crazy taking all my strength not to just drive myself into her, I knew I couldn't do that as I had told her that I wouldn't and so I slowly slipped my hand into her and let it just sit there to let her get re-accustomed to the feel of my hand before I began to thrust it slowly back and forth at first for a few minutes before I thrust hard half way up to my elbow causing her to catch her breath as her head rose almost vertical and flaring her nose. I knew then that she was having the time of her life and yet I had not reached her hymen as I continued to fuck fer with my arm, I decided then that I would tell her what I knew of biology.
'My sweet, I may not be as big as Smokey, but I can at least give you the experience that you would have as though being mated to a male horse.' As I said this I saw her head turn to me and then cock to the side like a dogs when questioning.
'There is a barrier inside you that protects your....innocence if you will, breaking this will in turn make you a lady mare, if I do this there will be some pain; not much but enough to cause discomfort. You know I will never do anything to cause you pain on purpose, but this pain will subside and will be replaced by a feeling as such you have never felt before' I said trying to reassure her as much as I could.
'No!! Please don't!' A voice cried out in my head almost splitting my head in two. Seeing that she had gotten my attention by crying out she whipped her head back round so she was once more facing the entrance of her stable as though she had done nothing at all.
'Ok, well that wasn't the type of answer that I thought I was going to get. But I can not make you do what you don't want to my beautiful' Stunned once again, I slowly pulled back out from within her pussy and walked to the front of her placing my clean hand to her muzzle.
'Whaa? wait, You can talk?' I asked her but was met only by silence and no rewarded answer.
I got no answer but I was certain that it had to have been her that had spoken; but not spoken to me, it was more like telepathy. I had heard of instances of this happening between animals and their masters/owners or people who just look after them well, but even at that most of them are reading more of the animals emotions or moods and their minds putting two and two together to realize what their animals need, but I had never thought that in my lifetime that I would be one to experience it and so clearly as to create pain.
'I know you didn't mean to hurt me, but I need to know I am not going crazy' I said half pleading with her to say something again.
'I....I shouldn't' She shyly said to me using telepathy.
'Why is that my beautiful'
'It is against our rules' She said slowly pulling back from me.
'Rules? who's rules?' I asked a little more gently and less eagerly as I realized more were involved.
'I can't...I can't say' She said and from down the other side of the barn I could hear Smokey starting to create a ruckass.
'Y....you need to calm Smokey down, he's a bit....upset' she said now lying down at the rear of her stable.
'I'm sorry, but you have to understand, I couldn't let you take my innocence away from me' She said as tears began to flow down her face. It was then that I realized that I had unintentionally hurt her not by physicality but mentally by allowing what we were doing to go so far.
'I'm the one who should be sorry beautiful, I shouldn't have let things go that far, I was just wanting you to experience something similar to what you would have with Smokey if you were to mate with him. But