This choice: You felt a puff of hot air at your back • Go Back...Chapter #5Glitter Strikes by: Gator   Sharply, you turned to see Glitter hovering directly behind you, staring down with the usual oh-so superior look in her eyes.
“D-Damn it, Glitter!” You snapped at her, before returning your attention to the tools below. “Don’t do that!”
Glitter simply snorted, clearly uncaring of your voiced annoyance. She was never one to care about the feelings or personal space of the farmhands – the commoners beneath her. It was why so many of you hated working with her. To her, she was all that mattered, and you were as significant as a grain of sand on an endless beach.
You stood up with brush in one hand and comb in the other, and shuffle quickly to the prideful mare’s side. Glitter’s spared only a passing glance at the instruments in your grasp, choosing instead to keep her eyes intently locked on your face as you came closer. The feeling of dread stowing away in your gut began acting up again. Glitter was normally so picky about her care; she’d shove and shunt and nay angrily if anyone approached to clean her with the tools she was not fancying at that moment. Sometimes she’d do it just annoy people. You, in particular, were seemingly her favored victim of her irritating pranks. One time, she had made you go through every tool in the bag until you came back around to the one you tried to start with. Then she had allowed it, with a smug nicker at your barely contained anger.
But this time, there was nothing. No shoves or shunts or angry nays. She was just patiently watching you draw closer to her belly. Almost completely silent, if it were not for the long breaths demanded by her powerful lungs. Your stomach was practically spinning in circles by the time you final stopped beside midsection.
Inspection the mare, you found little in the way of things that needed to be tended to. Glitter was cleaned almost everyday by one or more unfortunate farmhands, unlike the other horses who were cleaned once a week or when necessary. As New Days Farm’s prized and most successful trophy winner, it was only natural she’d be kept in pristine condition at all times, ready to be paraded around and shown off whenever necessary.
Whoever had cleaned her last must had done so recently, and they had done a remarkable job of it. Everything appeared spotless and in tip-top shape, from her fur to her mane to her tail to her legs. You didn’t have a clue what you could possibly do to make her any tidier than she was now. After a short moment of thought, you decide to simply give her hair a once-over. That’d let you get away from this mare as quickly as possible, and you it would count as “cleaning her”.
As you sunk the comb into her mane, Glitter grunted loudly. You glanced over at her face to find her still watching you. Making eye contact, you saw a flash within her observing eye. Your gut broke out into screaming.
You should honestly have seen it coming when Glitter hastily swung her huge belly into you. With the booming thump of dense and muscular horse flesh slamming into your less dense and less muscular human flesh, you were sent stumbling backwards til your back bumped into the stable wall. You winced and clutched at your stomach, where Glitter’s gut had made painful contact. If you had eaten anything earlier instead of heading straight here after waking, it would surely be rushing up your throat and spilling onto the floor right now.
A smug nicker accompanies the noisy clops of an approaching horse. You glare up to see Glitter right before you now, the powerful mare having quickly closed the distance between you and her former position. She’s so close now that her hot breath spills over your entire face, and she looks down at you as if you are a prize, waiting to be claimed. You were regretting not listening to your gut and staying completely away from her today, regardless of the consequences to your employment. Getting fired was nothing compared to being trapped by a mare who’s eyes gleamed with frightening, undiscernible intentions.
Still woozy from the mare’s sudden attack, all you can do is watch as your captor… | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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