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Runner [1/1](MF, pony, caution)
Copyright 2003 by Sir Eos Portman. All rights reserved. This story may not
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and related sites.
This is a sex story. It contains graphic descriptions of sex. If you are a
minor, if your local laws prohibit adult content, or if you don't want to be
exposed to this type of material, do not download or read this story.
It's just a story. It's not about real people and it doesn't provide
information or advice about real sex. No animals were harmed in the making
of this story.
I hope you enjoy reading "Runner." I also hope you will send me your
comments. I can be reached at: sir_eos at hotmail dot com.
------ * ------
Thunder paced in his stall and tried to shut his ears to the whinnies that
came through the door, tried to ignore the smell of it. That new asshole
was fucking his fillies. They all used to be his fillies. He had marked
them every day. Now he was stuck in this box and all he could do was
listen. He was going to kill that asshole. Maybe he would kick him so hard
that he broke in half. Yeah. The thought calmed him. Maybe his trainer
would take him out for a run. He liked to run. He stood up tall and peered
out of the window, catching a glimpse of the house. Maybe his owner would
come over so he could fuck her. That would be lots of fun--another
whinny--almost as much fun as kicking the crap out of that asshole.
In the house that Thunder glimpsed, amid the ruffled finery of her bedroom,
Donna Blackmon held her leg out so her dresser could polish the soft leather
of her riding boot. Her dresser did this every day and Donna twitched
impatiently. She forced herself to sit still, as fit her station in life.
Her gaze shifted to the window and out to the stable and the bright colors
of her garden in the spring sunlight. There must be one more thing she
could do to prepare for tomorrow's party. Over the last week, she had
worked her servants relentlessly until the house was spotless and the
grounds perfect. She had planned the menu to the last detail and even found
a case of that new champagne that was so stylish and hard to get. She had
invited the six most important women from the Jockey Club and they had all
accepted. It was the big step in her bid to be nominated for the Board.
She had been subtly lobbying for months. The Club was the ultimate social
authority in this part of the county. A Board appointment would establish
her not just as a developer of fine stallions but as a leader among women.
Out the window, a little red bug-shaped car appeared at the end of the stone
driveway that curved through her garden. The car towed a matching red horse
trailer. Donna stood and checked her appearance in the mirror. She
smoothed her brightly colored breechcloth over the fuzzy white fabric of her
riding britches. No unsightly bulges there. She adjusted her top around
the base of her breasts, settling them into the support ring. "Karen Jones
and I will probably be riding at the Club most of the day but I'll be home
for dinner."
"I'll tell the cook, ma'am." Donna's dresser, a good servant, remained
crouched on the floor.
Donna walked down the staircase and reached the front door just as Karen
rang the bell. The two women embraced, exposed nipples touching briefly as
they kissed each other on the cheek.
Donna stepped back and said, "Lovely breechcloth. It's perfect for spring."
"Thanks, I love your top." Donna's top was edged with blue and gold piping
at the neck and hem and around the openings for her breasts. "It matches
your stable colors perfectly."
"Mabel will detail her tops any way you want if you special order."
"And pay through the nose." Both women laughed. Karen continued, "I like
the high collar. It looks good on you."
"Actually, King bit me the other day. I needed more protection."
"So tell me about this wild new stallion."
"Oh Karen, he's gorgeous. Come on. You've got to see him." Donna took
Karen's arm and led her toward the stable. "He's got this dark, curly mane
and a powerful build that's graceful, too. He's got loads of spirit. I saw
him at the breeders and I just had to have him. He's my next champion."
"There's nothing like a young stallion. All that energy with the spice of
danger. How is Thunder reacting?"
"Good old Thunder. He's fine." Donna looked out at the parking area.
"What's the trailer for?"
"Hercules. He's going to stud some of Jenny Kingsley's fillies at the
Club."
"Ah."
"But I was thinking on the way over. I don't really want to go to the Club
today. This weather is perfect for riding outdoors. You could bring King
and we could go up to Hilltop. I can take Hercules to the Club tomorrow."
Donna had planned some additional lobbying at the Club. Karen, a Board
member and Donna's biggest supporter, would know that. She seemed to be
suggesting that Donna ease off on the lobbying. Donna felt the urge to keep
working but she also valued Karen's advice. The day really was perfect for
riding. "Okay. That's a wonderful idea."
The two women walked into Donna's large, brightly-lit stable. Straight
ahead was a solid wooden door leading to the stalls. To the left and right,
wooden split rail fences about twenty feet square surrounded a pair of open
corrals. Everywhere, the floor was covered with fresh hay. The left-hand
corral was empty but the right held lots of activity. Donna's trainer stood
just inside the gate.
"Lady Blackmon. Lady Jones."
"We wanted to see King."
The trainer pointed to the floor. "I'm working him now."
A stallion lay on his back, fully involved with two fillies. So little of
him was visible that it was hard to be sure that it was King at first. The
ridged muscles of his belly shone with sweat and his strong legs flexed in
the hay. His feet were locked into wooden hobble shoes. His hips were
encased in a rubber saddle. The horns of his saddle stuck like Velcro to
riding britches worn by a brunette filly, locking their crotches together.
The stallion also wore a full black training hood. Flaps above and below
his face attached to the britches worn by a blonde filly. His arms were
encased in black leather mittens that came over his elbows. His elbows were
strapped around his body and his wrists to his saddle.
Even without his arms, King serviced the fillies aggressively. The blonde
mane of the filly on his head was stringy with sweat. She gasped for
breath, her eyes unfocused and her nipples shrunk to intense points. She
suddenly tried to leap off of King's face and the trainer swatted him in the
side with a crop. King bounced the other filly on his penis. His saddle
snapped her back against his body with a squishy slap. Her breasts flew
everywhere as she snorted and shook her head.
The trainer said, "I've had him at it for two hours and he's already gone
through those three."
The fillies in question lay on the hay at the back of the corral. Two more
were tethered tightly to the fence and danced with anticipation. Donna
surveyed her fillies with a critical eye. For the most part, they were
shapely and healthy. The one in the corner could use more work. A tall
brunette, one of the two that waited, was starting to show the bulge of her
pregnancy. The filly, or rather mare now, looked quite beautiful. Donna
wondered if she knew what was happening to her body. Donna had sold her to
Mary Joe Whiteman. Donna had agreed to have Thunder impregnate her and, in
partial payment, was getting two promising younger ones. Mary Joe's trainer
was supposed to take the pregnant mare that afternoon and deliver the first
of the two young fillies. Donna wasn't really a breeder. Foals made such a
mess of the stable. Donna wanted to concentrate on developing champion
stallions. She had thinned her herd to concentrate on Thunder. Champions,
it had turned out, required lots more work than regular stallions. It had
been worth it, though. Thunder had won it all. The championship had
established her reputation and King could take her to the winner's circle a
second time. "We were hoping to take him riding."
"My apologies, ma'am. I thought you were going to the Club today. It's not
good to overwork him but I could clean him up if you want." Just then, King
yelled and curled off the hay, lifting the blonde filly at his head. Both
fillies yelled with him. "That's four for him."
"It's okay," said Donna. "We'll take Thunder instead. Please get King up
so Lady Jones can see him."
"Yes, ma'am."
King showed no sign of slowing. The trainer picked up a leather strap that
hung over the fence and snapped it to the back of King's collar. He jerked
the lead and King grunted but kept going. "King! Whoa, boy!" He jerked
harder and King's body stilled.
The trainer unfastened the filly at his head. She got up on her wobbly legs
and retreated to the far edge of the corral. Down on the hay, King's bright
brown eyes glared from within the folds of the hood. His nose shone wetly.
The trainer unfastened the other filly. She tried to stand but collapsed on
the hay. King's penis stood straight up from the saddle--hard, red, shining
meat that was two-and-a-half hands high and throbbed with his pulse.
"Up, boy." The trainer pulled on the lead. King's stomach rippled as he
scrambled to his feet without the benefit of his hands. He was a tall
stallion. The power of his shoulders was more apparent standing up. A long
strand dripped from the end of his penis.
Donna said, "Remove his hood."
He had a strong face with a dimpled chin. His brown eyes tracked Donna's
chest, then shifted to Karen's breechcloth.
"He has your scent."
Karen seemed breathless. "An exceptional animal. Donna, you have an eye
for horseflesh."
Donna stepped up to him with a water bottle. A mix of sweat, spit, and
filly juice had plastered his dark curls to his head. She rubbed behind his
ear and tipped the bottle to his lips. He drank deeply. "Good boy." She
turned to Karen. "We can ride him tomorrow at the party."
"I hope so."
The trainer said, "I'll just tether him in the other corral. Will you want
the trap, ma'am?"
"Yes. Put my things in Lady Jones' trailer."
The trainer scurried about. Donna called the kitchen and told them to pack
a picnic lunch. King strained against his tether toward the fillies. The
females didn't move but their eyes never left his rigid penis. The one
brunette still gasped for breath on the hay with her legs apart. Through
the open crotch of her riding britches, she was thickly marked with King's
ejaculate. The inner thighs of her britches were dark with the wetness of
it.
King stopped struggling and put his face in the feeding trough. The door to
the stalls opened and the trainer led Thunder out, hobbled and tethered but
otherwise bare. The older stallion glared at the younger and Donna wondered
if he was hungry too. Thunder surged toward the fillies but the trainer
held him fast. If Thunder reached one of the fillies that King had marked,
there would be no end of squabbling. The fillies stared at Thunder now.
Donna hadn't really compared the two stallions side-by-side before. Thunder
looked older but the difference was subtle. Thunder's eyes were calmer and
his skin more weathered. His penis, however, was just as hard and big as
King's. The sight of those two erect organs went straight to Donna's sex.
Maybe it was true that all women were fillies, deep down. Her stallions
were going to be a big hit at the party. Not many women owned two such
beasts.
The trainer led Thunder out of the stable and across the parking area to
Karen's trailer. The measured clop of wooden shoes on cobbled pavement
seemed fitting and refined. The trainer closed Thunder into the second
stall in Karen's trailer. The cook brought a picnic basket and the women
were soon on their way.
The car moved soundlessly over the road as they wound their way into the
hills. Donna let herself relax for the first time in days. The view out
over the valley floor was spectacular. There was no other traffic on the
road and the parking lot at the trailhead was empty when they arrived.
Donna set out the lightweight trap and harness. She took the harness and
opened Thunder's stall. She stepped closer and his rigid penis stuck her in
the stomach. Her sex twinged deeply. She was as ready to ride as he was.
He knew the routine and he held his arms behind his back. She rubbed
against his penis more than necessary and Thunder rubbed back playfully. He
was harnessed before he knew it.
Donna stepped out of the trailer and Thunder immediately sat in the doorway.
She pulled his rubber-soled running shoes out of the trap's leather trunk.
She let him glimpse them then put the shoes back. Thunder grunted and
wiggled his feet, staring at the trunk as if a treat were hidden in there.
She liked to tease him a little but she was anxious to leave too. She
unlocked his wooden hobble shoes and replaced them with his runners.
Immediately, he was up and prancing around the trap. Hercules watched
warily. Hercules was a fine looking stallion with a long mane of blonde
hair but he didn't have Thunder's spirit. Thunder loved to run. He would
pull her twenty miles if she let him. This day, they were only going a
couple of miles to a picnic spot on the hilltop. Soon the horses were
ready. With a light touch of the crop, they were off.
At first the path was wide enough for the women to travel abreast. They
chatted and enjoyed the fine day. The horses walked faster, then trotted.
The women reigned them in but the two stallions just had to compete with
each other. Karen gave Hercules his head so Donna relaxed the reigns and
they were off, running down the path.
The breeze blew under Donna's breechcloth and flipped the thin material up,
exposing her. It was wild and fun. She watched Thunder's rump as he ran.
There was something unique about his stride, a flowing grace that always
excited her. Donna wondered briefly if she should hold Thunder back and let
Karen win but Karen would notice. Karen flicked her crop at Hercules' rump
and the race was truly joined. Donna used her crop on Thunder and he pulled
ahead. Karen urged Hercules forward and they caught up. Donna could see
ahead that the trail narrowed to a gap between two trees that only one trap
could pass. Thunder leaned forward and Donna flicked the crop again. "Come
on, Thunder!"
He flew down the trail, gaining steadily. Donna had a brief glimpse of
Hercules' heavy, flopping penis as they passed and proceeded alone into the
gap. Donna slowed Thunder. The women traded playful taunts and they
finished the ride at a walk.
The picnic area was a plush expanse of grass. The women hitched their
horses to opposite ends of a rail that had been installed for the purpose.
Karen prepared her mount and Donna did the same. She gave Thunder some
water. She unstrapped him from the trap, then removed his harness and
running shoes. She didn't expect trouble but bare feet would slow him a
little on the rocks if he bolted.
Karen took Hercules' saddle out of her trunk. Donna opened her own trunk
and tossed the running shoes in. She stopped cold. There was no saddle.
She had opened the trunk and never realized it. The trainer had forgotten.
She could easily look incompetent in front of her loftier friend and she had
to handle this smoothly. She could only think of one thing to do. It was
unconventional and she would be laying it all out in the open but she could
do this. Donna pulled off her top.
Karen asked, "What are you doing?"
"Looks like the saddle didn't make it into my trunk." Donna smiled with,
she hoped, the right mix of confident forbearance and fun. "I'll just have
to ride bareback."
Karen laughed sympathetically. Thunder strained against his tether and his
penis seemed even bigger than before.
Karen had saddled Hercules by the time Donna got her boots and britches off.
She unhitched Thunder from the rail. Taking his lead, and very aware of
her nude body, she sauntered out onto the open field. Karen said, "You look
good." She felt good, naked in an endless field of grass. Donna looked
back to see Karen mounting her ride and smiled. She had avoided a social
error, maybe even turned it to advantage. Thunder followed close behind
with his penis poking into her rear and his playful hands at her breasts.
She didn't discourage him. His powerful presence and his prodding penis
were driving her crazy. When she couldn't stand any more, she lay on the
grass, spread her legs, and pulled Thunder's collar down toward her vagina.
The ground was cool, the grass prickly. She hadn't gone bareback like this
in years. Thunder kissed the very tops of her thighs and gently licked her
outer labia. Thunder's oral sex was famous among Donna's friends. Champion
stallions were not subtle creatures. They started fast so a woman usually
experienced an uncomfortable minute of adjustment to the beast's furious
pace. But when Thunder started with his mouth, everything was perfect.
Donna had worked hard with her fillies to train him like this. His warm
mouth moved firmly on her now. He opened her with his fingers and tongued
deeply. He fastened on her clitoris. She stared at his face over her naked
body and his powerful shoulders between her thighs. The feel of him drove
straight through her. It was so direct, as though their nakedness had
removed a barrier that she hadn't known was there. She felt the exquisite
tension. Just a little more. She pushed against his face and came. It
exploded through her body and drove her back against the grass. No time to
recover, he continued relentlessly. He attacked her vagina, mouth and
fingers everywhere, touching, urging, insisting. The tension built back to
the peak. She needed it and he held her there for minutes. She came again,
then yet again and kept coming. One crest to the next, she was out of
control. She kicked and punched but he didn't slow. He could easily wear
her out with just his mouth and she wanted to be penetrated. She tugged
hard at the leash, pulling him upward, and he responded.
She had time for one deep breath before he was on her, in her, filling her
and thrusting hard. His weight pressed her into the turf and his penis
pinned her there. He rutted in her. His penis slipped out and jabbed
painfully into her soft flesh. He pulled back and slid swiftly in, filling
her completely. His unfettered body slammed against her, once, twice, but
then he slipped out again. He growled, not used to riding without a saddle.
He shoved his hands under her and pulled her to him. She was a doll in
his hands. She was trapped but she was the master too, the reason he was
hard, his purpose. The stallion's muscled body quivered with the need of
her. This was riding--a powerful, excited beast between her legs, the sun,
the open air. Thunder thrust to her very center. Her shoulders jerked
along the turf with each collision of his body and slid back with his hands
and organ. Her breasts flopped freely. He stared at them and thrust
harder. She felt again the power of her body. She needed to cum, needed
the feeling but her orgasm hovered just out of reach. She spurred him with
her heels. She squirmed and pounded with her fists and then he moved,
rubbing her clitoris and finding the perfect spot. The strongest orgasm yet
rose to take her. It crashed through her body, obliterating everything.
Her senses cleared, leaving the urgent, thrusting animal between her legs
and the ride back to the top. Again and again, she could hardly stand it.
Her vagina started to dry, unable to keep up with his thrusting. Then he
came. His ejaculation struck forcefully inside her. It flooded her and
flowed out as he spasmed inside her, his body twitching on top while he
pressed her down. She came too and as it receded, he was still there. He
would take her forever. A sharp pain struck her back as he drove her over a
stone but her limp body had to accept this too and she didn't care. She
came again. The world was a jumbled whirl of trusting and orgasms.
He lay on top of her, still inside but unmoving. She had really lost it.
She pushed him off. He left reluctantly with a wet slapping sound as his
penis sprang up against his belly. She stretched in the sunlight and just
felt perfect. She heard a yelp and looked to see Karen riding in Hercules'
saddle toward the hitching rail. Donna fell back and lay in the grass while
the sun bathed her nude body. Thunder sat at attention beside her, waiting
for any sign that she wanted to go again. She couldn't bear the thought of
it just then but that would change soon enough. She heard Karen finish and
then the scratching sound as she detached herself from the saddle. Donna
sighed. She should rejoin her friend.
She stood. Her body was rubbery and she drifted from side to side as she
led Thunder back toward the hitching rail. His cum ran down her legs but
the walk helped her to revive.
Karen laughed as she approached. "You look like the cave woman that caught
the beast. Successful hunt?"
Thunder was getting frisky behind her and she laughingly swatted his hands
away. "Oh yes. And you?"
"A marvelous ride." She stroked Hercules' back.
Donna bent to tether Thunder to the rail. The stallion was right behind her
and, in a flash, he stuffed his penis into her again. She yelped but he had
already found the perfect spot and the direct feel went right through her
again. He forced her over the rail so her breasts hung down, tender
undersides slapping against rough wood as he took her from behind. It was
wildly exciting but she glanced over at Karen, afraid that this was over the
line. The other woman grinned. "Looks hot. Come on, Hercules."
Donna concentrated on the wonderful feeling but she dimly noticed her
friend. Karen approach the rail from the other side and spread for the
blonde stallion. Karen fastened the horns of his saddle. Hercules started
in time with Thunder. The stallions serviced them together on the rail.
She was falling into the whirl of feeling again and she knew that Karen felt
it too. Donna felt as one with her friend, comrades as they flopped back
and forth in time. She wondered if the rail would collapse as the two
stallions shoved it around. She didn't really care. She pushed back for
more feeling. Thunder slammed against her rear and she came. Thunder came
too and her orgasming body was pinned against the rail, feet dangling in the
air as he shot inside her. His weight hurt her belly. She forced herself
around, pulling his thrusting penis out and spraying ejaculate across her
hip.
Thunder's hands found her breasts and his penis slid against her rear but
her friend was nearly there. "Go, Karen!" Hercules pulled back and the
rubber of his saddle snapped them together with the familiar squishy slap.
Karen gasped and nodded, the muscles of her arms flexing as she gripped the
rail. Her eyes squeezed shut. Her face contorted and she seemed to reach
for something deep inside.
Karen jerked and yelled. Hercules tipped his head back and bellowed as the
two of them danced at the rail.
"Beautiful."
Karen tilted her head up slowly. "Thanks."
Thunder wanted to go again but Donna took him firmly in hand. "Sit, boy.
Stay." She staggered to her trunk while Karen untangled herself from her
mount. Donna took two towels--at least the trainer had remembered the
towels--and tossed one toward her friend. It landed well short and the two
women laughed. They fed and watered their horses, then Donna dressed while
Karen set out the picnic.
The afternoon was lovely. The restless feeling that had followed Donna for
weeks seemed like a distant memory. They toasted each other with the wine.
They chatted and slowly picked at cold roasted fowl until it was gone.
Karen poured the last of the wine into their glasses, then looked up sharply
as the horses started to scrap. They were at opposite ends of the rail, out
of reach of each other, but their threatening noises intruded on the
afternoon's peace. "I swear. You could tether them a mile apart and they'd
still try to fight."
"Stallions can be so cranky."
"But they have nice cranks." The women laughed naughtily.
It was time to go. Donna's body moved sluggishly as she got ready. The
horses wanted to run but neither woman was in the mood for that and they
held the pace to a slow jog. Back at the car, they packed the horses and
traps into the trailer, then set off down the mountain road. Donna was glad
she wasn't driving. She might have fallen asleep at the wheel.
She roused herself as they approached her house. She would need to
discipline the trainer. Karen turned into the driveway and parked by the
stable. Donna opened Thunder's door while the trainer came out and unloaded
the trap. Donna bid her friend goodbye. As Karen drove off, Donna turned
to the trainer.
The last rays of the afternoon sun shone on the white stable with the blue
and gold trim. Thunder stood quite still. He still wore his runners and
someone would notice his silent footsteps if he walked. Thunder's owner
stood stiffly. The trainer straightened and his owner talked loudly for
several minutes. Thunder wondered if they were going to fight. The trainer
would win, he thought. The trainer was angry while his owner, still
smelling of him, seemed tired and limp. Thunder watched closely. He had
never seen people fight. His owner handed the trainer Thunder's lead and
walked toward the house. The trainer led Thunder into the stable and didn't
notice his quiet footsteps. Maybe they had been fighting, in some strange
way.
The new asshole was nowhere to be seen. Too bad. The trainer wasn't paying
attention to anything. The stall doors had latches on the outside that even
a horse could work. The trainer opened Thunder's stall without really
looking, unhooked the lead, and shut him in.
Thunder stared out of his window at the ridge where the sun just hit the
tops of the trees. He wanted to run some more. It had been a good day. He
had won the race against that blonde guy. He had fucked his owner, too, and
the new asshole had been far away. His owner was more interesting than any
filly in the herd but she was just one woman and he wanted more of that too.
Thunder heard a door slam outside. The stable truck drove away but his
window was too high to see it. He paced around the small wooden room. Soon
his dinner arrived. On top was a particularly nice piece of meat. His
owner was pleased.
Belly full of dinner, Thunder lay on the straw but didn't sleep right away.
Beyond the wall by his head, Asshole was making some kind of thumping noise.
The trainer's rough voice would usually stop them from acting up but this
time the trainer did nothing. Thunder heard a loud crunch. He had heard a
crunch like that when he had smashed into a fence rail, but still the
trainer did not yell. There was a moment of quiet, a shuffling outside his
door, and then the door flew open. It was Asshole. His eyes were crazy.
Thunder rolled away and sprang to his feet. Asshole rushed in and kicked at
his belly. Thunder ducked aside but Asshole's wooden shoe clipped him on
the hip. Thunder ignored his hip and concentrated on Asshole. Those wooden
shoes could kill. Thunder crouched and Asshole charged again. Thunder
sidestepped and slammed the running Asshole into the wall. The whole stable
shook. Thunder crouched again but Asshole stayed on the floor. He was,
after all, wearing _hobble_ shoes. Thunder dove at the floor and smashed
Asshole's face into the wall. He felt a satisfying crunch so he grabbed
Asshole's hair and did it again.
Thunder stood. Asshole lay on his side, breathing but not moving. His face
was covered with blood. The smell of blood drove Thunder wild. He kicked
Asshole in the balls. Asshole groaned but didn't move. The blood smell
screamed at Thunder to finish it. He reached down and grabbed the
unconscious stallion by the throat. He squeezed. Then, beyond the smell of
blood, he smelled something else. Fillies. Still no sign of the trainer
but he'd have to move fast. Two big stalls full of fillies were just a few
feet away. He could kill this asshole later.
Thunder left the bleeding stallion on the floor and shut the stall door
after himself. He sprang to the nearest closed door.
The smell was overpowering. There were six of them in here, tethered to the
walls by long chains that allowed them to move around but not to reach the
door. Several of the fillies were already straining their tethers toward
him. One by the wall on his left lay on the hay with her legs apart,
looking up, giving him the come-on with her eyes. Her scent seemed to stand
out from the others. She was a blonde filly with pale skin and large
breasts. Thunder remembered how tight she was. She spread her legs wider
and he saw the moisture there. She lifted her breasts toward him.
He dropped between her legs. He didn't have to eat her so he just put his
dick in. He loved that feeling when his dick first slid into a filly. He
got his hands under her rump. He loved riding without a saddle, too. He
was completely in charge. She whinnied nicely and fucked him back. Two
other fillies could reach him here. One had her hands all over his butt and
balls. The other practically sat on the blonde's face trying to shove her
cunt under his mouth. He pushed this last one away and got his hands back
under the blonde. The blonde squirmed in his hands and came. He gripped
the cheeks of her ass and fucked her harder. It felt so good. She
scratched and bit him, then came again. He was her master, the master of
all the fillies again. She kept cumming and he came too. His cum flooded
out, marking her as his, while she went crazy on his prick.
He started fucking her again but the hand on his balls made him stop. He
had five more fillies all to himself and he probably didn't have much time.
He pulled out, leaving a calmer filly with a cunt that gaped open and oozed
with his mark. He moved to the next.
This was the one that had tried to sit on the blonde's face. All the other
fillies could reach him now. Mouths and fingers, breasts and cunts rubbed
everywhere. The smell soaked into his brain, a madness that seemed to
infect them all. This filly was particularly excited. She shrieked and
didn't last long. He didn't either. He looked around for the next.
One threw herself on the hay just beside him but he spotted one in the
center of the stall, up on her hands and knees, showing him her rump. It
was a nice rump.
He crawled over a leg, grabbed her hips and took her cunt from behind. He
used his hands to pull her along the length of his dick. With no saddle, he
got a longer stroke. She had a nice body and he wanted to feel her more.
He hauled her up and sat back on his haunches. He got his hands on her tits
and used them to move her up and down. Another filly tried to shove her
pussy into his face. It was all so crowded that he couldn't fuck properly.
He bellowed and thrust forward, throwing the filly to the floor and landing
on her back. She screamed and kept screaming with every thrust. Maybe they
were screams of pain. The other fillies threw themselves at him but he was
nearly there. He raised up with a filly on his back and kept fucking. He
came and three fillies tackled him. He landed on his back, twitching and
spurting into the air. One captured his spurting dick with her cunt while
another jumped onto his face. His hands reached out and found soft flesh.
There were pussies everywhere. The one on his dick came and she was pulled
off and replaced by another. He let the fillies trap him on the floor while
they rode him two at a time, tight ones and looser, all of them eager. The
new pussy on his face was full of cum, then the one on his dick was too.
They kept going. Eventually the action slowed. The filly on his face fell
off. The brown-haired one on his dick just barely stayed on. She had nice
tits and he grabbed them to liven her up but it didn't have much effect and
no one took her place.
He staggered to his feet, dropping the last brown-haired filly on her rump.
The blonde that he had fucked first lay beside him. She seemed exhausted
but he thought about taking her again anyway. He heard a banging sound from
the neighboring stall, the other one filled with fillies. More fillies. He
went to the next stall.
He opened the door and two fillies were on him immediately. These two
weren't tethered and that changed everything. He could run. He could take
these two and head for the hills. It would be just a little herd but he
would be the master, roaming free. There were four others straining toward
him on their tethers and he still heard no sign of the trainer. Did he have
time?
He fucked all four. The two free ones were wild with the urge but he could
fuck them later. He left the stall and the two fillies followed. He
stopped to think and the fillies surrounded him. One was very young and the
other was older, the lead training filly, with dark hair and skin. He
pushed them along toward the food. He grabbed a bag of stallion chow and
then a bag with a filly on the front. They headed to the barn door.
Thunder peered out of the door. He saw no one so he ran out across the
parking area with the two fillies following behind. He thought about the
ridge with the sun shining on the top but the sky was completely dark now.
He would have to find the way somehow.
He reached the gravel at the edge of the parking area. The fillies
complained and slowed way down. They were barefoot. He went back to them
and handed each a bag of food. They took the bags reluctantly. He hoisted
a filly over each shoulder and ran into the woods.
The fillies flopped around on his shoulders and whinnied like they thought
it was a game. Thunder wouldn't win any races like this but he kept moving.
He found a trail going uphill. He would run as far up the ridge as he
could before he had to rest. The moon came up and he ran faster with a
little light. The trees thinned and the ground became steeper. He was
gasping for breath when he heard a stream to his right so he paused. He
heard no one following. There were bushes to his left and an overhang of
rocks that would hide them. He put the fillies down and headed for the
stream to drink.
His fillies joined him a minute later. They were a very sexy pair. His
cock got hard again and the older one came toward it. She was the best fuck
in the stable, almost as good as his owner. The young one seemed more
bashful. She hardly had breasts and she must have been broken just
recently. He fucked the older one or maybe she fucked him. Her breasts
bounced nicely and he rubbed her soft, smooth skin. Her pussy clutched him
like no other could. The young one sidled shyly toward them. He was about
to cum so he pushed the older one off. He stood with his dick in front of
her face and started to stroke. The trainer never let him make this mark
but he could do it now. The older filly helped with her hands. He came all
over her face while the young one watched. When he was done, he turned to
her. She looked excited and very cute. He took extra time eating the young
one. He fucked her as gently as he could. She was very tight and she
bellowed like a mare by the end. She helped him to mark her like the other
one. They were his. He felt very satisfied with his little herd.
He led them back to the bags of feed and then to the hiding spot. The
ground was covered with old leaves, a comfortable place to fuck that was
hidden well. Thunder felt exhausted. He lay on the leaves and the fillies
squirmed close on either side. He had never slept with a filly before.
They were nice and warm.
He woke when the sun was already up. He was hungry and thirsty. The
fillies were still sleeping. They looked pretty and he was careful not to
wake them. He stepped through the bushes and a bee stung him on the hip.
It was the same hip that Asshole had kicked and it hurt like hell. Thunder
looked down at the bee. It was the strangest bee he had ever seen. His arm
was heavy, too heavy to lift. He slowly slid to the ground.
Donna stormed into the stable. Why did this have to happen today of all
days? The vet was in Thunder's stall, down on his knees beside King. She
asked, "How is he?"
"He has a concussion. His nose is broken and he has contusions on his
scrotum. We'll know more after he wakes up. By the way, I think one of
your fillies has a broken arm."
The trainer came running in. "They've found Thunder. He was nearly up the
ridge."
Donna said, "At least his implant marker worked. I'm going to kill that
horse."
The vet stood. "Let me show you something." He led Donna into King's
stall. A board had been broken out of the door. "That was done from the
inside. King broke out and went into Thunder's stall, certainly to attack
him. You are well aware that stallions fight to the death. The only
unusual thing Thunder did was to leave King alive. He broke into the
fillies' stalls and took off running because that's what stallions do.
You're supposed to be in charge."
Donna was furious and turned the trainer, looking for someone else to blame.
She stopped and forced herself to calm down. The vet was right. She was
in charge. The trainer had had every right to go into town last night. She
had chewed him out pretty harshly. The important thing was to get ready for
the party. Donna could tell some story to explain King's absence but her
guests would notice if there were problems with Thunder or the trainer.
"How is Thunder?"
"They say he's fine. A little dehydrated, several scratches and a bruise on
his hip. Actually, most of the scratches were from the fillies. He should
recover from the anesthesia in about an hour."
Donna faced her trainer more directly. "It's not your fault. I was hard on
you yesterday. I'm sorry."
"It's okay, ma'am. You had every right to be upset."
"Take good care of Thunder. Let him rest and make sure that he is ready for
tonight. Bring him to the upper paddock by nine o'clock. All right?"
"Yes ma'am."
"Thank you. I've got to talk to the cook."
"Okay. Okay. So I'm riding out around Oak Knoll last Thursday." The
dinner was a roaring success. Everyone loved the food and the champagne was
a big hit. Jenny Kingsley had had more than her share. She took her glass
and leaned back from the table. "Mischief was running down the back side of
the hill, you know where the trail crosses the creek? Well anyway, just
past this log I see a trap pulled back off the trial. It looked like there
had been an accident. I stopped and got out to look. I heard a sound down
the hill to the left so I crept through the bushes."
"God, Jenny. No telling what kind of wild creatures might be out there."
Beth Adams was a little older than the others, more conservative, and the
Chair of the Board. She was almost as drunk as Jenny. Wild creatures had
never lived on Oak Knoll. Donna forced a look onto her face that admired
Jenny's bravery.
"I just thought that someone was in trouble." Or that you'd snoop, Donna
thought. Jenny continued, "I crouched behind a stump and stuck my head
around. There was Mary Joe Whiteman with Trigger. She had her top off and
was stroking his penis in her hands."
"Kinky."
"Her hand moved really fast and then he shot ... all over her face."
"Eew."
"She did it on purpose. It was all over her boobs too. She was soaked. I
couldn't stop staring and then my foot slipped. I tumbled down the hill and
landed right at her feet. Can you believe it? His spunk was dripping off
her nipples and a big drop landed on my arm."
"Oh my."
"She does have those huge, ugly cow tits." Everyone laughed at that.
Jenny continued. "Mary Joe looked at me, blushing six shades of scarlet. I
must have been blushing just as much. She says, 'Oh that Trigger. He's so
impulsive.' Impulsive!"
The women roared with laughter. When the joking died, Karen turned to
Donna. "I'd like a ride on that hot new stallion of yours." Several other
women had also heard about King and agreed.
Donna said, "King came down with something this morning. He's completely
out of it. I had the vet in and they're running some tests now."
Karen said, "It's not contagious, is it?"
"The vet didn't think so. We can't ride King but I've got Thunder in the
upper paddock."
Jenny stood. "Thunder is fun." They all trooped out toward the paddock.
Donna was worried about what they would find out there but Thunder looked
better than ever. He stood by the trainer with his head held high and his
penis sticking out like a pole through the open crotch of his saddle. Why
not? He had fucked every filly in the stable yesterday, then rested all day
today. Life was simple for stallions.
Jenny climbed over the fence and pulled off her breechcloth. "Take off his
hobbles. I want to ride."
Donna didn't think she could trust Thunder that much but she had no polite
way to refuse. The trainer stared at her and she nodded. The trainer
unlocked the shoes. Newly freed, Thunder came running over. He stopped in
front of Jenny and took her breasts in his hands. She didn't seem to want
any warm-up though. She jumped up and wrapped her legs around his waist.
Thunder took her in his hands and helped her find his pole. She grabbed the
horns of his saddle and slapped them tightly to the sides of her britches.
"Come on, big boy. Let's go!"
She spurred him with her heels and he took off running. She locked her
hands around his neck and leaned back, breasts shaking while she yelled,
"Yeee Ha!"
It was more like drunken exuberance than fine horsemanship but Thunder ran
with grace and style. The other women cheered, then cheered again when she
came. Horse and rider cantered around the paddock. Halfway back to the
start, Thunder paused. Donna could see Thunder quiver while he fucked her
onto his pole and came. Jenny howled, then urged him on for another
circuit. Both horse and rider were sweating freely when they finally
returned.
Jenny dismounted and Karen was ready to ride. The stallion took off with a
new rider whooping on his penis. Karen had ridden Hercules with fine style
the previous day but, even half drunk, she looked more graceful now.
Thunder made every rider look better. Jenny sat against a fence post, one
knee raised, and absently fingered the spunk that coated her crotch. "He
does have championship form."
Karen steered Thunder back to the group and he finished her right in front
of them. Beth Adams pulled off her breechcloth and took Thunder's arm.
"I'm too full of that wonderful dinner for athletics. Come on, Thunder.
Show me that mouth of yours." She led him a few feet out into the paddock,
then lay down and spread her legs. Thunder's face and hands were on her
immediately.
Beth may have been a little older than the others were but she was still one
of the most beautiful women in the club. She looked particularly fine lying
out on the paddock. The women shouted compliments and encouraged her.
Thunder ate her for some time, then moved up to take her genitally. She
came hard and then urged him to roll onto his back. She must have changed
he mind about athletics because she sat up high and went for it. Thunder
bucked hard and she would have flown off if he hadn't worn a saddle. She
laughed and whooped, then screeched as he flipped her over and finished with
her underneath.
Each of Donna's guests took a turn. Donna kept her breechcloth on and, when
Karen encouraged her to go, she said that she would come out later. Her
guests laughed tiredly.
Beth said, "You're a wonderful hostess, Donna. You're a good person and you
work hard. You certainly know your horses. We have an opening on the
Board. I'm going to nominate you."
Donna felt a rush of triumph. "Thank you. I...I don't know what to say."
"Say that you will work for the benefit of the Club."
"I will."
"Then the Board has found a fine new member today."
Each of the other guests nodded and agreed to support her. Just like that
she was in.
Beth chuckled. "Now I had better go home before I pass out."
The others laughed. They gathered their things and Donna saw them out. She
returned to the house. The servants had nearly finished clearing the
dishes. She wandered out to the paddock. Thunder was trotting around and
Donna shook her head. She had forgotten to have his hobbles put on--again.
The trainer was right there and Thunder wasn't causing any trouble though.
She said to the trainer, "You go on to bed. I'll put him away."
"Thank you, ma'am." The trainer walked toward the stable.
She climbed over the fence. She reached for Thunder's lead but she just
didn't have the energy. She sat heavily on the ground against a rough
wooden rail. She was in! She had worked so hard for this and yet now she
felt empty. What was next? She was still young. What would she do with
her championships and prestige? Thunder cantered happily on the far side of
the paddock. Well, there was always a good hard ride. She thought that she
heard something move behind her but she saw nothing in the darkness beyond
the paddock lights. She was probably as drunk as her guests were. What a
day. Sometimes horses were the biggest pain. She hoped that the vet would
be able to fix King's nose. She would get rid of him anyway. She had a bad
feeling about that horse now and she didn't want to waste her time on a
stallion that wasn't going to win. She would learn from this. She would
put her mistakes behind her and find her next champion.
A scraping sound, a flash of something dark, and then pressure on her
throat. She grabbed and felt a leather strap. Thunder's tether choked her
and pressed the rough wood of the rail against the back of her neck. She
struggled but her attacker was very strong and soon her hands were tied too.
Maybe it was the smell or the sound but she knew her attacker. It was
King.
She yelled at Thunder but she could only make a little croak. She twisted
around and saw King clearly now. He was right behind her, crazy eyes above
the white bandage. He had a rock the size of a cantaloupe and he was
drawing it back to smash her head. She twisted again, gagging herself but
kicking back hard at his shin with the heel of her boot. She connected
solidly. He grunted and moved to the side. She flailed at him and missed.
He was drawing the rock back slowly again and now there was nothing she
could do. She watched with supernatural clarity, the last thing she would
ever see. She smelled his sweat and then the fence exploded.
Thunder landed on top of King. The two huge beasts rolled on the ground,
punching and biting. They stopped with King on top and his hands around
Thunder's throat. Thunder struggled but King stayed on. Thunder's eyes
bulged. He looked directly at her, right into her soul, and then he focused
on the rock. It was just beyond his grasp. Donna strained against the bite
of the strap. Her boot just barely touched it. She strained again and
kicked blindly, nearly blacking out but feeling a thump against her boot.
She couldn't see but she heard a sickening sound. She struggled frantically
to look. Blood was everywhere but now Thunder was on top of King. He
raised the bloody rock and smashed it again into the bandaged, dead face.
Thunder dropped the rock and rose slowly. He came to her. He untied her
with trembling hands, breathing hard. She sat and rubbed her throat.
Thunder paused and looked at the bushes at the edge of the paddock lights.
His eyes seemed focused beyond the light, on a place where he could run
free. At that moment she would have let him go. He turned and slowly
stepped into the paddock through the broken rails of the fence. He stood
before her awkwardly, leaning to one side. Donna said, "You're hurt."
His eyes looked at her calmly. He had at least one broken rib. The jagged
edge was visible through the skin of his chest but his penis stood proudly,
the penis of a victor. She was on the ground at his feet looking up at his
towering penis. He had killed King brutally but he had saved her life. She
had spent two years training Thunder and he had done everything she had ever
asked. He was strong and reliable. She realized then that she needed him,
always. He was hers but she was his too. She needed him to know it. She
kneeled and took his penis in her hand, looking carefully for signs of
further pain. There were none. She pulled his penis down and gently licked
the head. She took it into her mouth. He stood still, barely breathing,
staring. He seemed transfixed by the sight of his penis in her mouth. She
sucked harder. His hips moved and he did wince then. She put her arm
around his rump. She sucked him gently, cradling him in her arm as he got
more excited. He jerked and yelled but he didn't pull away. His cum filled
her mouth and choked her. It drenched her face and then she deliberately
aimed it at her breasts. She was a filly, marked by the dominant male. It
didn't taste bad at all.
Thunder lay on the floor of his stall after dinner. The ground was cooler
than the air and it felt good. The hour was rather late but the sky had
just gotten dark and he didn't feel like sleeping. Life had been strange
since the fight. There had been a time of pain but his owner had been very
nice to him. When the pain stopped, she started taking him to the Club
almost every day. At the Club, there were always lots of fillies and women
that wanted him to fuck them. His owner fucked him lots too, and she was
much more interesting than the others were. He met a number of stallions at
the Club. Things were calmer now and he never felt like killing anyone.
They seemed to respect him.
Nearly a full cycle of the moon ago, his owner stopped taking him to the
Club. He saw his owner every day. Sometimes he thought that she would let
him fuck her but she didn't. The trainer let him play with all the fillies
he wanted. Then yesterday there were only two. Thunder hadn't seen the one
filly since he had landed on her back and hurt her. She acted skittish at
first. He licked her as nicely as he could and she seemed to forgive him
after a while. She still had a nice rump. The other was the young one that
had been his. She was very enthusiastic. Maybe she was still his. He
enjoyed them both a lot but there were just two of them and today there were
none at all. The trainer took him out for a run early in the morning. It
was a short run, just enough to stretch his legs. He had mostly stayed in
his hot stall all day but they had given him lots of water and fed him well.
After dinner, his trainer had let him take a cool shower.
Now he lay drying on the straw. The stable was quiet. He could hardly
smell the fillies through the new door of his stall. Thunder felt horny but
not unhappy.
He heard the barn door open very quietly. He listened carefully and sniffed
the air. He smelled his owner just before she opened his door. It was
definitely her scent but different, an added smell that commanded his
attention. He had smelled it on fillies before. The new smell made him
want to fuck his owner very much.
His owner seemed nervous. She made a hissing sound. She acted so strangely
that he stayed dead still and didn't try to play with her. She bent and
unlocked his hobble shoes. She stared at his cock. Her lips were parted
and he remembered how she had sucked him. She didn't make a move, though,
and he wasn't supposed to just stick his cock into a woman's mouth. Anyway,
he didn't want it in her mouth. The new smell drew him toward her cunt.
She stood and led him out of the barn. He followed her scent, watching the
breechcloth over her rump. The air was cooler outside. They weren't going
to a trailer or a trap. She led him between the upper and lower paddocks,
away from the lights to the edge of the big unfenced field.
She lay down on the grass and held her leg up. Every part of him wanted to
fuck her right then but her breechcloth stayed down. He had been taught
about that since his very earliest days. It was just a light little bit of
fabric but when the brightly colored cloth was on, he must not fuck her.
Maybe she wanted him to pull off her boot. She did. He took off the other
one and then she took off the rest of her clothes, except her breechcloth.
How could she smell so good and not want to fuck? She stood close to him.
He rubbed his hands over her. She was soft in the right places and firm in
others. She liked his hands on her. Then she turned and ran.
Her naked arms and legs flew all around. The little breechcloth flipped up
and he saw flashes of her pale rump. He ran after her. She looked back at
him, laughing now. He caught her easily and she rubbed against him. He
touched her all over and just when he thought that she would want him to
fuck her, she ran off again. He let her go a little further this time
before he chased her. What was she doing?
They moved across the field. She darted into the bushes at the far edge of
the field and Thunder followed her in. Moonlight showed her standing in the
middle of a patch of open ground, surrounded by dense bushes. A thick bed
of hay covered the ground. Thunder had never seen a bed like this in the
woods before. It was as soft as his own bed. There was a trough of water
and some food, too. His owner seemed very nervous now. Still wearing her
breechcloth, she jumped up and wrapped her legs around his waist. She
nuzzled his neck. Her small, tender body felt nice against him. She was
close in a way that she had never been before. He felt a powerful urge to
protect her--and to fuck her.
She jumped down. She stared at him, scared but happy too, as her hands
moved to the top of her breechcloth. She looked very serious as she slowly
took it off.
This was important. Whatever it was, he had to do it right. His body
trembled with the need to feel his dick inside her but she just stood there
and he knew that he had to go slowly. He picked her up and laid her on the
hay. He stroked her thighs and got between them. He ate her just the way
she liked. She wasn't nervous any more. He ate her for a long time, making
her happy, showing that he liked her. She came. He kept eating her. His
dick stabbed through the scratchy hay but he wasn't going to fuck her until
she was as ready as she had ever been. He tongued the good part and it felt
hard and anxious. She whinnied and shook, ready. She pushed his head away.
She pulled her legs up and way back so her rump was high off the hay, her
back almost straight up. He couldn't fuck her in the usual way. He stood.
Her cunt was the highest part of her, shiny and a little parted. He could
hardly look at anything else. It was right there, ready for him. He pushed
his dick straight down and squatted, nosing into her cunt and sliding in
until his balls touched her rump. His dick was very happy in her tight, wet
cunt. He could see her stretched around him. He used his legs to fuck her.
His dick was in her cunt and he didn't really touch her anywhere else. It
was pure fucking. Her face was very happy, her bright eyes watching him
closely. He fucked harder and her slender legs waved in the air. It had
been ages since he had felt her on his dick. It was incredibly intense like
this, stronger than ever before. He needed to cum so he went in deep and
hard. He came as he crouched all the way down. A feeling like fire tore
through his body and came out of his dick. He yelled and stroked again.
She yelled and her pussy clamped along the length of his cock as his cum
pulsed out. It kept coming and she kept yelling and shaking too. He
watched his cum flow out of her pussy, down over her quivering belly and
between her shaking breasts to pool at the base of her neck. The feeling
was too intense. He pulled out while his dick was still spurting. Her hand
darted to his dick and aimed it at her cunt. The feel of her little hand
kept him coming. Her cunt gaped open and he watched it fill with his cum
like a little cup. The cup was pink, his cum white. He had to be in there
again. He squatted and she aimed him right in. He felt himself push a wall
of cum deep into her. He hit bottom and cum squirted out around his dick to
land on her breasts and face.
It felt like fire again. He stroked until he was done and so was she. He
lay beside her and she wiggled in close. She was marked all over, a wet and
slimy mess. She spread the cum around and tasted it. She scooped a big
blob from her belly and smeared it on his mouth like she was marking him.
He liked the idea. The stuff didn't taste like any food. He moved closer
to smear it back on her mouth. They nuzzled each other's lips at the same
time. Her lips were tender and warm. Her hands grew still and he
concentrated on her soft lips moving slightly against his. He felt close to
her again in that whole new way. His owner was different from other
fillies. The thought made Thunder nervous. He pulled back. The light of
the full moon lit his owner's face. She was so happy that it scared him.
Thunder stood. He went to the water trough and drank deeply. He ate and
offered some food to his owner. She refused. He took another drink of
water. Whatever this thing with his owner was, it felt good. He returned
to her and lay close.
They explored again with their lips. His owner's body and her new scent
excited him. Their hands moved on each other and, after a while, he started
fucking her again. He moved slowly inside, feeling all of her, cunt and
mouth. It was like having two fillies at once but much closer.
Their lips parted only when they got ready to cum. Then they breathed hard
into each other's faces. Sometimes she was on top, but mostly he was. They
went slowly, not really like riding at all. They came many times.
The sky started to get light and she forced him off of her. She was very
happy but insistent. She led him out through the bushes. She could hardly
walk so he held her with an arm around her shoulders. Her body was covered
with his cum, layers of it, some dried, some still oozing wetly between her
thighs. She smelled completely of him, totally his. They arrived at her
clothes. She picked them up but didn't dress. They continued walking
between the paddocks. She led him silently into the stable to his stall.
She touched her lips against his and softly closed the door. He was asleep
seconds afterward.
"I didn't know that you were throwing a party today."
Donna hadn't known that Beth Adams would be stopping by, either. The patio
was littered with torn wrapping paper and half-eaten cake. A sign said,
"Happy Birthday Kimberly." Ten-year-old girls from the regional school tore
wildly around the yard in a final surge of energy as their mothers arrived
to fetch them. Mothers paused briefly to pay homage to the Chair.
Beth stood next to Donna and looked at the birthday girl. Beth said, "She's
growing up. Kimberly's going to be quite a beauty."
Donna felt a surge of motherly pride. "Next year she'll want a party with
more refined games."
"Probably so. Look...I don't want to intrude on Kimberly's party but I
wanted to talk to you briefly. I plan to retire from the Board soon and I
wanted to ask whether you would consider replacing me as Chair. I really
want you to. You're the best one to lead the Club."
Donna hadn't even thought about becoming Chair. Her life was already full
of happiness. She had Kimberly. She had two more champions and her First
Champion too. She had many Club activities.
Beth continued, "You don't have to answer right away. Think about it."
Being Chair was a great honor, the mark of a successful life. She could do
more for the Club and her friends. "I will think about it. And I'll
probably agree."
Beth hugged her, pressing their exposed nipples together. "Good. You
deserve it."
Beth greeted more well-wishers as she left. Mothers finished herding their
children into cars. Donna saw each of them off. As the last car started
down the driveway, Kimberly ran up. "Can I try my new trap now, mama? Can
I?"
"Okay. Take Thunder and don't let him drag you all over the place."
"Goody. I won't."
"Be back in an hour."
The girl was already running toward the stable. She stopped suddenly and
turned back. She looked very serious. "Dominique said that Thunder is
getting old. She said that you will send him to the glue factory soon.
Mama, I don't want Thunder to go to the glue factory."
Donna hugged her daughter. "Don't worry. Thunder is still a good, strong
stallion. I like him too and I wouldn't get rid of him for anything.
Ever."
"Good." Kimberly ran off toward the stable again, shouting Thunder's name.
Donna watched after her. The young girl already ran with that flowing
grace. Just like her father.
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