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Subject: {ASSM} "Encounters: The Mare" {DB Story} (M/F, M/Mare, rom, mc, zoo, magic)
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ENCOUNTERS: THE MARE
By DB  ( DB_Story@att.net / http://home.att.net/files/Authors/db_story/www/ )
Copyrightc 2003 by DB.
ASSM/ASFR (M/F, M/Mare, rom, mc, zoo, magic)

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- - -

Author's Note: Encounters (formerly: Animal Genes) stories 
involve relations between humans and animals in various guises 
and transformations - all different.  Proceed at your own risk.

A special thanks to Gorgo his excellent and much appreciated 
proofreading.  All remaining mistakes are mine.

- - -

This story is inspired by a friend who once mentioned a past life 
as a horse.  It does not claim to accurately represent that life.

- - -

The change happened for The Mare on a sunny spring day.  Because 
she was only a horse, neither she - nor the humans around her -
realized the ramifications of it for a long time.

The Mare didn't really think of herself as having a name.  She 
didn't really have any deep thoughts either.  Her deliberations 
mostly related to her immediate needs with little attention to 
either the future, or anything outside her immediate view.

She lived on a well-run farm.  One of a couple dozen horses 
tended to by three stable hands.  She was nearly five years old, 
entering her full maturity as a horse.

On this day one of the stable hands (all male) had taken her out 
on a lead for exercise.  It was simply her turn in the rotation 
to get some attention.  Afterwards he washed her with a hose, 
then rubbed her down with a well-worn towel afterwards.  The soft 
cloth rubbed over her body always felt nice.

Though she wasn't in season again yet, her teats remained tender 
from her last foal and her milk hadn't dried up completely yet.  
Now as the gentle cloth passed underneath her and brushed across 
those extended teats, an extra nudge of pleasure eventually made 
its way to her mind - the first she'd felt in a while, along with 
a rare new thought for her.

The Mare was enjoying the sensations she was receiving now and 
wanted them to continue.  And as she focused on this, her stable 
hand continued to give extra attention to those teats.  The warm 
feelings The Mare was experiencing continued to build, along with 
her desire for still more.  In response the stable hand started 
using his hands to fondle and gently squeeze the large nipples, 
releasing a trickle of milk in the process.

The Mare didn't really understand exactly what was happening that 
moment.  Only that when she thought about her pleasure in this 
particular way, it continued to her satisfaction.

Several minutes passed, reinforcing the thought paths for The 
Mare on how this way of thinking brought about this desired 
result.  Her mind was felt warmer and more active then usual 
while the stable hand, his eyes nearly closed now, continued to 
fondle her.

This might have continued much longer, but a shout from one of 
the other hands interrupted them.

"Hey, Rick!  What's taking you so long?"

This jerked her stable hand back awake, and he quickly finished 
rubbing The Mare down, before leaving to attend to the next 
horse.

- - -

That night The Mare was restless.  Though she didn't really 
comprehend what had happened, her mind seemed to be humming along 
at a more active pace than before.  It was a long time before she 
finally slept for the night.

- - -

The next day the farm ran along with no apparent change.  The 
Mare trotted around the corral she shared with several other 
mares, but it was not her day in the rotation and no one was 
paying any attention to her.

By afternoon she saw a couple other horses exercised and washed 
down, and again gradually became aware of her own tender teats.  
But none of the stable hands came over by her.

Only at the end of the day did Rick pass by and slap a hand on 
her rump in affection.

His touch revived her memories from yesterday, and for a moment 
his eyes glazed over.  Without thinking about it he reached under 
her to squeeze her teat.  But it was the end of the day and food 
was much more on his mind as he suddenly jerked awake again, 
slapped her one more time on the ass, and headed to the 
bunkhouse.

Even this small attention however provided additional 
reinforcement to The Mare's thought patterns.

- - -

The next day Rick came over to sit on the fence of her corral 
after lunch.  He liked all his charges, and lately felt 
especially close to Brownie, as The Mare is known to the humans.

Rick had an apple with him, and planned to cut out a piece for 
Brownie before eating the rest himself.  Horses love apples.

The Mare soon came over, and Rick's big bladed clasp knife cut 
out a nice wedge of the ripe fruit, which he held out on a flat 
palm for her to gobble up.

As he sat there in the warm sun, idly stroking Brownie's furry 
neck, he soon cut out another wedge and gave it to her.  Then 
another one after that.

Finally the apple was gone, without Rick ever taking a bite for 
himself.  Somehow that was okay.  He could always get another 
one.

Suddenly Rick realized he was going to be late for the afternoon 
work; tardiness which would give cause for the other guys to razz 
him.  "Got to go, Brownie," he said as he hastily hopped off the 
fence and half-ran off to the barn.  Rick couldn't shake the 
feeling however that he was still needed back at the corral for 
something he just couldn't quite remember.

- - -

Normally the horses are left out at night from spring through 
fall.  However a storm was coming in that night, and the stock 
were to be put in the big red barn.

The distant corrals where the two stallions and pregnant mares 
were kept were emptied first.  They got to The Mare's corral 
last.  That suited Rick fine, since the best stall was always the 
last one they filled, and he planned to give that to Brownie.

As they moved the last horses in, Rick put Brownie in the best 
stall and gave her an extra measure of grain.  She was such a 
well-behaved equine he felt she deserved it.

Then he hung around a bit after the rest of the guys.  Soon he 
found himself in the stall with Brownie, and then he was rubbing 
some nipple cream on her teats, which they normally used to 
prevent chaffing during nursing.

As he rubbed the cream up and down the large nipples milk ran 
down his hands.  He didn't realize that time had passed until 
Deke came back to see what had happened to him.

"What are you doing?" Deke asked in a not unfriendly voice.

"Just taking care of Brownie's udder.  Would you like to help me 
for a minute?"

This didn't sound unreasonable to Deke, and soon he was working 
the other side.  For The Mare, this part of her had never felt so 
good.  Even out of season, her tail started to twitch and her 
vaginal entrance flexed itself a bit.

Rick and Deke worked on her for a long time, to her full 
satisfaction, until the first crack of thunder broke the spell 
and they hurried off to batten down the last items before the 
oncoming storm.  The Mare didn't notice there were gone for a 
while since it took her a long time to come back down from the 
pleasure she had just received.  Afterwards she drifted off to 
sleep despite the loud storm outside.

- - -

Over the next few weeks The Mare cemented her new position on the 
farm.  Soon Sy, the third hand, fell under her spell as well.  No 
one seemed to find it the least bit strange that she received 
extra special attention from her handlers, and the farm ran on as 
usual with foals being born, stallions mating, and horses being 
exercised and ridden.  The Mare received special treats daily 
now, and whenever she had an itch, there always seemed to be at 
least one human near by to scratch it for her.

With all the attention she now received, her teats not only 
remained responsive, but grew more sensitive over time.  She also 
became more aware of other parts of her equine body as well.  All 
this attention continued to stimulate her mind and she became 
capable of more abstract thoughts, though she still had no 
specific goals to pursue.

Soon she had her corral to herself.  Her herd instinct initially 
had led her to have a couple favorite companions brought to share 
her corral, but they mostly ignored her except at feeding time 
and she eventually had them removed again.  Now she didn't get 
shoved out of the way when trying to eat, and got the best diet 
on the farm.

Though she had been broken to bit and saddle at an early age, and 
was always a gentle horse to ride, no one rode her now.  She 
still got her exercise on a lead, but now it was when she wanted 
it, and not just in rotation.  She might have passed on the 
forced exercise altogether except for how well the wash-downs 
felt afterwards.

When she wanted attention there was always someone nearby to give 
it.  And when she wanted to be left alone, she might as well have 
been invisible.

Occasionally she intervened in the handling when another horse 
seemed in distress, or was not responding to the stable hand's 
intentions, but mostly she just kept to herself and let the days 
pass by.

She continued to wear her halter for a long time because it was 
so familiar to her by now that she never thought of it.  That is 
until one day when there was an accidental jerk on it by one of 
the stable hands.  She ordered it removed, and became the only 
horse not to wear one.

She could have commanded her handlers to open her corral gate and 
stand silently by while she trotted away, but a concept like that 
remained beyond her grasp.  She just didn't think of herself 
wanting to be somewhere else.

- - -

One difficulty did arise when The Mare went into season again.  
This happened once a month on schedule.

Rather then take her to the breeding area, the best stallion was 
brought to her and placed in the adjoining corral to let them get 
acquainted first.  This suited her better.

The Mare responded to the powerful impulses running through her, 
and every time she went near the stallion her tail would start 
jerking and her vagina would go into contractions, squirting out 
its milky-white lubrication.

Although controlled by her nature, The Mare didn't not want to 
breed again.  She had already dropped two foals and just didn't 
want another one right now.  Pregnancy is its own burden, and for 
the first time she was actually connecting cause to event in her 
mind.  But the urges were close to overcoming her.

Three times she had the stallion removed from her sight and 
smell.  And three times she had him moved back.  She couldn't 
stand it either way it seemed.

Finally, while the stallion pranced in his corral showing his 
frustration to get it on with the ready and willing female, The 
Mare commanded her hands to give her relief somehow.

They immediately came over, having been quite concerned about how 
she had been suffering through this.

Though none of them were endowed like the stallion, Rich used his 
hand to reach inside her wet, pulsing vagina and rub her where 
she most wanted to be rubbed.

The initial jolt was so strong that she jumped in place and 
actually knocked one of the men down.

Sy went to her head and held it close to his, while telling her 
she must stand still if they were to help her.  She allowed him 
to do this.

While Rick soon had most of his forearm inside her, moving as she 
directed, Deke left.  When he came back he had a full-size 
stallion dildo he had carved once.

Gently pulling Rick aside, and carefully lubricating it first 
from the stream running out of her, Deke carefully and fully 
fucked The Mare until she finally signaled enough.

The Mare received the same treatment from her handlers several 
more times before her season passed and she was more interested 
again in having her teats fondled.  But the experienced sharpened 
her mind even further about her control over her situation and 
making her own decisions.

The next time she went in season, they had a soft-rubber horse 
dildo to use on her.

It's amazing what you can find on the Internet.

- - -

The situation changed when Carl hired on at the farm.  The farm 
was successful in its breeding program even without the 
contribution of The Mare, and they needed another hand.  Carl was 
experienced, and a strong, handsome man at the peak of his 
masculinity.

For the first few days, Carl and The Mare didn't run across each 
other.  He passed her by on the way to and from the rest of the 
horses, but there was plenty to do and she seemed well cared for.

Finally though Carl got around to dealing with The Mare.  It 
happened when he walked into her corral with a saddle and bit.

Now no one had ridden The Mare since, well you know how long.

Carl, of course, didn't know this, and it probably wouldn't have 
mattered if he did.  Carl was more strong-willed then the rest of 
the hands together, who spent too much of their off time smoking 
interesting things behind the barn.  Carl didn't take any 
nonsense from any animal.

The Mare didn't initially realize what was happening.  By now she 
was accustomed to nothing bad happening to her.  Even when she 
found a hated bit in her mouth for the first time in months and a 
halter over her head, she still didn't realize completely what 
was happening.

And when she did, she stood there in surprised shock as Carl 
slapped a blanket and saddle on her back.

The Mare did not want to be ridden.

She really did not want to be ridden!

SHE ABSOLUTELY DID NOT WANT TO EVER BE RIDDEN AGAIN!!

But the other hands were too far away to hear her wishes, and 
Carl seemed to not hear or obey her at all.

Carl efficiently cinched up the saddle, and before she knew it 
Carl was up on her back.

The Mare didn't buck, even once.  She had been too well broken to 
ever do that.

Instead she fought the only two ways she could.  She stood stock 
still, and ordered that man off her back.

All that happened however was that Carl put his heels to her 
while pulling firmly on the reins, and the bit in her mouth 
chased her thoughts away as it forced her to behave as she had 
once been trained.

The Mare's corral was large and Carl rode her around inside it.  
She was well trained and obeyed every command he gave her.  And 
as he rode her, The Mare felt a stirring inside, both the same 
and different, as something she had felt before.

Carl gave her a good ride for fifteen minutes before finally 
bringing her to a halt and dismounting.  As he turned over her 
reins to the other stable hands whom had finally appeared at her 
corral to watch this spectacle in shocked silence, he didn't 
notice how The Mare's vagina was winking at him with out-of-
season dry contractions.

Afterwards the other hands washed The Mare down, but didn't do 
anything else.  She was still in shock from what had just 
happened and demanded to be left alone.

- - -

That night The Mare's mind finally caught up the events of her 
day.  Though she hated the bit in her tender mouth, Carl had not 
abused her with it.

And instead of suffering, the ride had proven exhilarating.  Carl 
had always found horses powerful and sensual.  While his mind was 
too powerful for her to take over to her own ends, for the first 
time she picked up on the sexual excitement she created in her 
rider.  Weeks away from being in season again, she had responded 
pleasurably, sexually.

The Mare barely slept that night.  Her vagina continued to 
experience small, pleasurable aftershock contractions.  And she'd 
never had so much to think about before as she did now.  As Carl 
had exercised her body earlier, the thoughts of him exercised her 
mind now. 

And when Carl didn't come near her the next day or night, she 
took things into her own hands.

- - -

Now Carl wasn't stupid.  A thousand pound animal is nothing to 
ever take lightly.  So when you step out of the bunkhouse to find 
yourself face-to-face with a horse, bridled (no bit this time) 
and saddled waiting so obviously for you, it may take a moment 
before you do the obvious.

The Mare had directed her other stable hands come and prepare her 
for another ride.  No bit, she insisted of them, and the lightest 
reins and saddle possible, before they opened the gate and stood 
aside for her.  She went straight to the bunkhouse where her nose 
told her she'd find Carl.

In a way it almost seemed expected to Carl.  Since riding her two 
days ago he had been unable to get the unusual experience out of 
his mind.  He had caught himself thinking about how sensual it 
had been every hour since.  And he had dreamed about it both both 
nights.  It was only that he was new and felt he still had a lot 
to prove that had kept him busy.  If she had waited only a little 
bit longer, he would have come back to her.

Now as they rode into the countryside, Carl felt as one with this 
horse in a way he never had before.  Always a sexual experience 
to feel the strong body moving smoothly underneath him, he now 
felt he was picking up the horse's feelings as well.  He had 
started to direct her after mounting.  But when she appeared to 
shake her head and trotted of as perfectly mannered as any horse 
he had ever mounted, Carl had dropped her reins and allowed her 
to take him where she intended.

As he stroked her neck, it felt as if he was stroking his own.  
He felt the strong warm body underneath him as much as he felt 
himself sitting on it.  Soon he could feel the gentlest touch of 
the reins and knew no further instruction was necessary from him 
to her.  In addition to his own rising erection, he felt a 
growing heat and hunger beneath him.

As for The Mare, when she quit trying to command her rider and 
just shared feelings with him.  A two-way communication was 
opening up for the first time.  It was not words as much as just 
touches and feelings, but it was rapidly growing complete and 
satisfying.

Soon they came to a meadow The Mare knew from when she was young 
and had run here.  She stopped and Carl knew to get off and 
remove her saddle and reins.  And he knew that The Mare would not 
leave him.

Carl ran his hands over her, feeling it both through his hands, 
and her mind.  The Mare was riding his mind the way he rode her 
body to a more complete understanding of pleasure then either had 
ever imagined before.

When Carl's hands finally reached her always sensitive teats she 
stomped her feet in excitement as the multiplied pleasure surged 
through her.  Despite being out of season, her vagina was now 
trembling and squirting lubrication.

Carl knew what she wanted, and somehow it just seemed okay.

He mounted a rock behind her to match her height while she backed 
right up to him while swishing her tail aside.

Though not hung like a horse in any sense himself, Carl did well 
for a man.  As he entered her he reached around her pulling her 
tightly to him.  As The Mare felt him inside she quickly started 
a strong series of contractions that gripped him and continued 
until they were both fully satisfied.

Afterwards they just wandered around the meadow together, 
touching and stroking and talking as they wished.  They had 
bonded, though there was still much to learn about each other.

That night Carl left the saddle behind to be picked up another 
time and rode The Mare home bareback.

He soon moved into the barn, and they spent all their free time 
together.  They quickly grew expert at pleasuring each other and 
were soon usually seen near the end of the day riding off 
together for a couple of hours.

The Mare ensured that no one else ever thought this unusual.

- - -

There is instinctive knowledge that animals still know even 
though most people have forgotten about it.  One day The Mare 
realized she knew something important, and what it meant.  She 
ordered one of her stable hands to open the gate and let her out.

When Carl came back after finishing his chores for the day, she 
was gone.

- - -

"The witch's house?" he questioned the hands.

"That's what we call her.  No one knows if it's true," came the 
reply.

It was too dark to go now.  The trail is dangerous at night.  So 
Carl spent a fretful night before setting out in the morning with 
the imprecise directions he was given.

- - -

A witch has lived in the forest for longer then anyone can 
remember.  Probably not the same witch, but nobody ever wanted to 
check too closely.  Maybe it was just an old woman living off the 
bounty of the woods.

But you never found her house by accident.  You had to have a 
reason for going, or you never found her house at all.

Carl had a reason, as had The Mare.

The door opened at the first knock, to an old woman who looked 
the part.

"A handsome man," the witch said with a smile.  "Handsome enough 
to make me question my calling in this life."

Carl didn't know what to make of this.  He wisely kept his mouth 
shut.

"I might tease you further," the Witch said, "But I sense true 
love has brought you here."

With that, she stood aside to reveal the loveliest woman Carl 
could imagine.  Naked and full bodied, nearly matching his 
height, with long flowing dark hair, pale skin, green eyes, large 
well-shaped breasts and hips, and long beautiful legs.

"Carl," she said tentatively, as if in fear of his reaction to 
her.

"Brownie," he responded, and stepped forward to take her fully 
into his arms.  She felt wonderful!

It took Carl and Brownie three days to get back to the farm.  The 
witch had given her a simple homespun outfit to wear and some 
wooden shoes.  She only managed to keep wearing it about half the 
time.

The mental link they had enjoyed before seemed gone now.  However 
Brownie said that being ready and able to enjoy sex any time she 
wished more then made up for it.  Besides, they could really talk 
with each other now.

- - -

The only sour note came when Carl found out later what the price 
was to be paid.  And that was only because he really didn't 
understand it initially.

"What do you mean she gets your first female child?" he asked his 
very pregnant wife.

"That is her price," came Brownie's soft reply.  "And I don't 
mind," she added, snuggling her growing, milk-heavy breasts 
against him for some of her favorite attention.

"But why?  What good thing could she possibly want with a child?" 
he demanded, visions of Hansel and Gretel dancing through his 
head.

"A witch must be a virgin, or she loses her power.  They 
reproduce by adopting a female child to raise.  It is a very 
lucky girl who ever gets this opportunity."

"And don't you mind because?"

"This will be my third foal - child.  All have gone to good 
homes.  Besides," Brownie added with a grin. "Don't you want to 
make more babies with me?"

Carl had no good answer, so he hugged his lovely wife tightly to 
him instead.

<end>

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