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This one was done for the 'Everyone is a Winner' contest/challenge suggested
by Joyce Melton:  Do a story inspired by the following title: 'In the
Meetings of the Committee Designed by a Horse.'

The following story is just one of the ideas I came up with.  After
considering things, I decided the events in this story take place in the
'Project Biolab' universe.  Lessons learned from Biolab 13 have been applied
to the other projects.  Talking horses were the focus of Project 06.

I wish I could write music or sing well.  I can hear the melody of 'Lover's
Theme' but I can't get it down on paper.  The words alone can't convey the
intense emotions behind them.  The tune is sort of a slowly sung lover's
ballad.  Very filled with love and very intensely felt by the singers.

Sigh...  Two more things I should learn how to do.
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Biolab 06 - Pony Girls!
Cora and Bill
In the Meetings of the Committee Designed By a Horse
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Pony Girls, Inc.
Memo Type: Internal
Routing: Senior Staff Only
Subject: Chairmare's Annual 'Direction of the Company Report'
Time:  Jan 5, 2099 - 0900 until finished
Location:  Geosync-5 Low-G Lounge.
Who should attend: All senior staff members and their assistants.
Notes:  NO EXCEPTIONS!!
---

Cora nuzzled Bill, her senior secretary.  "Everyone should be here soon. Then
I can get this over with and we can go back to more serious things."

He reached up and scritched her.  "At least all the voice recording circuitry
works.  As does the speech recognition package.  Finally."

"True.  Circulate and advise the humans they should leave their personal
protection on at all times during this meeting.  If things go as I expect,
they'll need all the protection they have."  She could tell he was hiding a
grin as he nodded and left her side.

She whinnied greetings as her senior staff entered.  A few of the Earth-based
members were still having trouble in the low-g. Fortunately, the room had
been designed with such problems in mind.

She caught Bill's eyes and used her head to motion towards the clock and then
the observer's area.  He nodded and began herding the human staff behind the
barrier.  Many of them were new and started to protest being separated from
their bosses.  She watched as he spoke softly to them.  A few startled looks
and then they meekly left the main conference area.  She could imagine what
he told them.  'Do you want your bones broken?  I've been to these meetings.
Trust me, you'll be glad you're behind that barricade.'

She smiled to herself.  After today, the new people would understand why the
observation area was heavily barricaded.

At 9 o'clock, she nickered loudly to get everyone's attention.

"Mares and Stallions."

"I'm pleased to report that last year we were able to maintain our market
share.  However, there's a good chance that unless we do some serious
rethinking of our policies, next year we will be considered 'old fashioned'."

There were some startled snorts as some of the older staff members realized
she was going to announce a major policy change.  She nodded in their
direction and stamped a hoof to silence the growing discussions.

Some of the staff people were also looking at her nervously.  They obviously
remembered fifteen years ago and the last time she had announced a major
policy shift.  It had resulted in some long and costly legal battles but, the
end result had been that the 'talking horses' were recognized as people. Once
that issue had been taken care of, Cora and an unnamed partner had
established Pony Girls.

"We started as talking beasts of burden.  Fifteen years ago, we set hooves on
the path that has made us what we are today, one of the leading providers of
quality entertainers."

"I want Pony Girls to build on that.  We are going to start making
high-budget family musicals, movies and shows."  She had to rear back and
stomp both hooves to silence the sudden babble.

"Furthermore, we are going to use those same skills to produce 'adult
entertainment'.  At that point she let the discussion flow freely.  As usual,
she quietly drifted from conversation to conversation without saying
anything.

"So *that's* why she insisted we learn those new chorus line routines."
Trialla commented softly.

"Chorus line?"  Jurada turned his head and focussed on her.  "We have chorus
lines.  What's so special about learning some new routines?"

Zealla  nickered wickedly.  "Not like these.  Cora adapted 'Moonlight
Seduction' into something she calls 'Sheath Your Sabre'.  It's faster.  More
exciting.  Extremely erotic.   Especially the ending."

Several other stallions had joined the small group.  Sam was the first to
react. "You mean they are *mating* routines?"

"It wouldn't be adult entertainment if we didn't have them."  Cora had
silently walked over to join them.  "Think it will increase our market
share?"

Sam looked around at the room.  "Twenty-one mares doing a mating ritual and
then letting themselves be mounted?  All that raw power focussed on sex?"  He
snorted with amusement.  "When do we start?"

"Now.  I thought we'd give you a demonstration.  Build up your interest so to
speak."  Cora nickered suggestively as he started to drop.  "It will be our
first chance to practice the final routine as a group.  Except for the last
part, you stallions will be doing routines you've done before."  She paused
and then  nickered slyly. "I don't think any of you will have any trouble
performing the last routine."  Then she walked off to check on other
conversations.

"The Annual Senior Staff Meeting."  Bay snorted as he realized something.  "I
should have remembered."

Kip, a palomino mare, nuzzled him and then acted like she was pouting.  "I'm
hurt.  You mean you forgot last year's annual meeting? And me?"

His ears tilted forward.  "You mean those stories are true?  That wasn't just
a one time thing?  You actually meant what you said?"

She nipped at his neck.  "Yes, the stories are true.  I forgot last year was
your first annual meeting.  Pairings made at the annual meetings last until
the partners decide otherwise.  No, we aren't possessive.  After all, for
many of us, it's the only time we meet in person."

She nuzzled along his belly.  "The rest of the year, we have to be business
people.  For the next week, once this meeting is over, we can be ourselves."
She paused and eyed him carefully.  "There's something else you should know.
Senior mares synchronize their fertility cycles."

She whuffled along his side and playfully nipped him again.  "This meeting is
why."

"You mean I have?..."  He was obviously stunned.

"Yes.  She's doing fine."

Bay raised his head and looked around.  "So that's why there are twenty
stallions and twenty mares as senior staff members."

"Yes.  Propagation of the fittest.  Natural selection in a world of
committees.  How else to make sure we can survive?"  Kip laughed gently as he
considered what she had told him  She waited for him to reason out the final
step.

"Wait...  Cora said 'we' when she mentioned the chorus line.  If the staff
are paired, who's *her* partner?"  He looked around again.  "I count
twenty-one mares and twenty stallions in the room.  It doesn't make sense for
her to do a mating ritual when there is nobody for her to mate with..."  He
fell silent and turned to look at the observing area.

He was obviously searching for someone.  It was equally obvious that he had
finally remembered something seen in passing at last years meeting.

"Some stallions are slower than others, Kip.  I'm sure you'll be able to help
Bay get up to speed."  Cora's voice was soft and filled with a gentle
amusement.  He jerked his head around to stare at her.  He hadn't known a
mare as big as she was could move so quietly.

"Love can be - unusual - if it's allowed to run its course."  Her voice was
filled with some emotions he couldn't place.  There was love, wonder,
amusement...  and something more.  A tinge of something he couldn't quite
place.  He noticed that Cora was watching the observation area.  "Do none of
you ever wonder about our origins?" Her voice was a bit sad.

"Bill is the son of the woman who 'created' us.  His testicles have been
modified and other changes were made so that he can father horses.  He had
the changes done shortly after I convinced him that our love needed more than
affection if it was to be complete."

"It was quite a sacrifice on his part.  He can no longer father human
children.  When we discovered his original length was too short to reliably
impregnate me, he had his penis lengthened.  As a result of *that* change, no
human woman is able to take all of him."

"He's unique in many ways.  That he's my chosen mate and co-founder of Pony
Girls - is the least of them."

"Pony Girls is as much his as it is mine.  It was the only way we could stay
together in those early years."  She finally fell silent. Obviously drifting
in another time and place, she went over and nuzzled Bill.  His smile was
tender and his movements gentle as he gave her a lingering head hug.

"Created?  Humans created us?  Bill is the mysterious co-founder?"

"Bay, Cora wasn't the first.  Only the most visible.  Their love for each
other forced them into some decisions that our creators never anticipated.
There are records available to you now that you've survived a year as a
senior staff member.  Most of us suffered through the same shock you did when
we found out about Cora and Bill."

"Less than thirty years ago, most humans saw us as nothing more than easier
to train tools.  That we might be more was something most of them avoided
thinking about."

"About twenty years ago, Cora fell in love with Bill and eventually got him
to accept that love doesn't concern itself with the package it comes in.  The
result of that love was that we went from 'tools' to 'people' in less than
five years.  An 'animal' couldn't have founded and owned a corporation.  Cora
and Bill worked to change our status in the hope that someday, they or other
mixed species lovers could be open about their love for each other."

"Humans and mechanicals are our hands. They are an intimate part of our
lives.  The only wonder is that more humans aren't our mates and lovers as
well.  It's a difficult step for both sides."  She paused. "Most of us never
even realize it's possible.  When it comes to sex and love, few people of
*any* species manage to get past that barrier."

She turned to watch the two lovers. "Seeing them together in a place where
they can be open about their love, do you doubt the depth of their feelings?
Do you doubt that they've paid for their love in ways we'll never fully
understand?"

"No."  It is a reluctant sigh.  "It does make me wonder about many things I
have taken for granted."

Kip nodded.  "Look closely at the humans.  Many have known about them for
years.  Few of them are comfortable with knowing Cora and Bill are lovers.
All of them tolerate it.  What choice do they have? None.  Those unable to
deal with horses and humans having sex together or loving each other usually
don't last very long as assistants."

"Notice how he is isolated even when he's around other humans?  Part of it is
because he is Senior Secretary to Cora.  Another part is because he is her
mate."

Bay nodded slowly and then turned back to Kip.  "He holds his position by his
skill.  This I know from dealing with him.  Their private life is their
concern, not ours."

He shook his head to release his tension.  "Now, how much longer do we have
to wait for this chorus line Cora mentioned?"

"Not long."  Kip nickered in amusement.  "Had you been paying attention, you
would have noticed Bill has been working Cora to a state of arousal.  I think
it's time we did some of that ourselves. I'm looking forward to dancing for
you."  Her ears and tail spoke volumes as she glanced sideways at him.
"Everyone else is almost ready."

"I'll have to give you some instructions so you will know what you're
supposed to do.  Here's how it works..."

* * *

"OK Everyone!  Places!"  Cora had to shout to get everyone's attention.

Once everyone was in position, she continued.  "Before we practice the
closing routine, Bill and I want to sing a duet we've written just for this
show."

She turned her head to look at Bill.  He was naked and settled on her back.
"Ready?"

He nodded and smiled.  "Ready my love.  Let's do it.  We've waited long
enough."  He bent forward to wrap his arms around her neck in a quick hug.
Then he straightened and stood on her back.  She watched and made sure he was
ready before she turned back to face their audience.

"Cue the intro to 'Lover's Theme'."  Her voice was barely audible.

All the lights went out.  Two spotlights highlighted her and Bill.

Soft music interwoven with the sound of hooves built in volume as the
spotlights brightened. The voice-over began.

"Pony Girls is proud to present the return of The Original Pony Girl and her
partner Bill in their first duet in ten years."

"We give you - Lover's Theme!"

Cora squatted slightly on her hind legs and then bucked gently.  Her action
launched Bill over her head in a high arc.  As he arched though the air, he
twisted himself so he landed in front of her.

Alternating their voices, weaving their words together - they sang.

The years have gone by and still you are mine.
(We're always together. Your love - a fine wine.)
Our lives intermingled after a small beginning.
(My hand touched your forehead and our eyes opened wide.)
You were my friend and then my companion as our souls intertwined.
(Two hearts, beating together, I felt your soul touching mine.)
For all of my life - you've been there and your love I have felt.
(You are my lover and wife.  We walk together through life.)

(together)
With you - near you.  My life is complete.
Hear you, feel you - Heart in your eyes.
Smell you, taste you.  With you - I am wise.
Join me - take me. All I am shall be yours.
Inflame me - quench me. As only you can.

Your hands stroke my thighs - I start to quiver inside.
(As you nuzzle my penis, my mind starts to whirl.)
I plant my feet firmly as I let my tail touch the sky.
(Your wink and soft sighs arouse me. Inflame me.)
My mind is overwhelmed as my body awakens.
(My hands grab you firmly and I stroke - deep and sure.)
I feel myself pulsing as I begin to respond.
(Your spasming muscles drive me over the edge.)

(together)
With you - near you.  My life is complete.
Hear you, feel you - Heart in your eyes.
Smell you, taste you.  With you - I am wise.
Join me - take me. All I am shall be yours.
Inflame me - quench me. As only you can.

I feel you in me and your hands speak of love
(Your love surrounds me.  Your love overpowers me.)
My spasms fade slowly and I feel my tension released.
(Our bodies are together, our souls intertwined)
I quiver - then spasm again - when you taste me.
(I savor the taste of our lives mixed together.)
I've been mated.  I feel sated.  Our love has been restated.
(Hearts in eyes.  Happy sighs.  For us - no lies.)

(together) With you - near you.  My life is complete.
Hear you, feel you - Heart in your eyes.
Smell you, taste you.  With you - I am wise.
Join me - take me. All I am shall be yours.
Inflame me - quench me. As only *you* can.

They stepped towards each other.  Bill reached out and cradled Cora's head in
his hands.  The spotlights narrowed their beams as he bent forward to kiss
her nose.  As the music faded into silence all anyone could see was that
simple affirmation of their love.

There was a long silence as they held that pose.  Everyone realized that what
they had seen was far more than just 'an act in a show'. It had been very,
very special to these two.  For more than fifteen years they had hidden their
love behind the facade of 'Boss and Secretary'.  With that duet, they had
announced to the world that they were far more than 'just friends'.

As the lights brightened. the two of them seemed to shake themselves out of
their private world.  Bill smiled at Cora and she snorted softly.

"OK Bill, take it from here.  The mares and I are ready."  She repositioned
herself in the middle of the line of mares.

He looked things over.  In the dim light, he could see that everyone was in
position.  'I'd never be able to do our routine in full-g', he thought to
himself'.  Once the mares end their routine, he has one chance to get to
where he should be.  Timing will be essential.  He and Cora have been working
privately on their own version of a mounting.  Somewhat wryly, he had to
admit to himself that if he and Cora were to mate, the length of time it
takes him to orgasm would detract from the overall effect of the finale.

"Allow me to introduce the stars of our show."

"Kip and Bay."  As he mentioned each name, different colored spotlights
highlighted each horse.  Necks arched in pride as they posed.

"Tara and Sorel.  Beth and Forelock.  Star and Whicker. Patches and Pal. Sara
and Paint.  Flagette and Randy.  Sprite and Narco.  Goldie and Clyde. Sugar
and Crunch.  Sue and Priam.  Mary and Zephyr. Wind and Scar.  Sathura and
Endovix.  Ellysa and Rialto.  Trialla and Sam.  Ryanda and Harvy.  Klepha and
Jurada.  Norika and Myrelka. Zealla and Lyreji."

He paused briefly.  "The Grande Mare herself - Cora."

"And now - for our finale, we present for your enjoyment..."

"The Pony Mares and Stallions Chorus line in - 'Sheath Your Sabre!' "

Describe it?  Imagine the Lipizzaner Stallions doing Riverdance. Imagine the
Rockettes with four legs and tails doing synchronized tap-dancing.  With four
hooves and good control, horses can produce rhythms that humans can never
duplicate.  The rhythms are slower but they have a compelling majesty that is
uniquely and powerfully 'horse'. With experienced dancers and some careful
timing, the result is overpowering.  Forty-one horses - massing from 450 to
2000 pounds each, slamming their feet down in unison - don't dance.

They thunder.

Cora started it with a simple challenge routine.  Bill responded and then
stopped.  Each pair of horses repeated the basic routine. When all were
finished, Cora stamped a slightly more staccato routine and the other mares
repeated her steps.  Bill responded by doing his own version as the stallions
joined in.  The rhythms slowly became more complex and driving as the
challenge and response continued. Eventually all forty-one horses were
stamping out a complicated and strangely compelling rhythm that depended on
the mares and stallions being slightly out of step with each other.  Bill
wove between them all as he tapped a light counterpoint to their heavy
pounding.

Once Bill returned to his position in the center of the stallions' line, Cora
and the mares turned so their hindquarters faced the stallions. Their tails
flicked sideways in invitation.  Rear feet stamped and caused them to sway
suggestively.  The stallions stamped forward slightly and then backward to
their original positions.

The stallions stopped all their movements.  The mares slowed their pounding
to a slow, compelling beat.

Suddenly, with one final extra hard stomp, they froze with their tails
flagged.  If people looked closely, they could see that all the mares were
winking.

As one, they whinnied.  Bill took a running start and jumped. He was aiming
for a spot above Cora.  When she judged him to be in position, She launched
herself into the air.  As she rose between his legs, he grabbed her mane and
locked his legs around her.  As soon as he had hold, she twisted so that when
she landed, she would face the now dropped stallions.  Once she was back on
the ground, she whinnied an invitation to the now quivering stallions.

The stallions bugled their lust and lunged towards their mares.  They weren't
synchronized but in seconds, the matings were over.  As they withdrew, semen
splashed on the floor.

The mares turned back to face their audience.  The stallions joined them.
Cora bowed first.  In a widening ripple that spread on either side of her,
the other horses bowed as well.

'Sheath Your Sabre' and the committee meeting - was over.
----

"Community togetherness can lead to a consensus outlook that seeks and destroys any dissident element, no matter how small and really harmless"

Dean R. Koontz - "A Darkness in My Soul" - published June, 1972

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