This choice: Breeze, the sweet-hearted and gentle mare with a heart of gold • Go Back... Breeze. She always was a sweet little thing - well, maybe not little, but still sweet. In fact, she was big. Very big. Big enough for her ears to touch the ceiling of her stable.
She was also... utterly beautiful, though I don't think she knew it. She didn't even seem to know what the fleshy spheres on her chest were for, nor why I got embarrassed whenever she moved them near me. Whatever had turned her from a regular horse into a... A furry... Clearly hasn't given here much knowledge on human erogenous zones.
The day she turned into a furry, I discovered the transformation in the morning, when I went to give her her food and water. It was a shock to both of us; neither of us knew what had happened, or how, and both of us were scared. It took a while for us to calm down, and, initially, I tried to keep things as normal as they could be, despite the eight-foot and ultra-busty mare requesting for me to 'ride' her every so often - I later found out that what she meant by 'ride' was 'be given a piggyback ride' rather than... well...
There were also some issues that came up soon after she transformed. Heavy rainfall severely damaged the stable she slept in, and so I had to move her into my house - she was so tall that she could just about stand up without her head hitting the ceiling. Her rack was so big that she couldn't see anything directly in front of and below her, and her muscular frame was so broad that she had trouble fitting through doors.
We managed to make it work - though with some difficulty. It helped that Breeze was still the same sweet-hearted mare she always was, always trying to nuzzle down on me or hug me or convince me to play some game with her - or even just to sit with her and watch TV, which she had proven to be utterly spellbound by. Usually, I only offered token resistance to Breeze's affection, as I enjoyed receiving it as much as she enjoyed giving it.
I was her small Master, and she was my big, fluffy horse. Not everything was as good as I told Breeze it was, though - I kept her inside whenever I could; I lived a ways away from the nearest village but I didn't want to take the risk of a driver seeing her while passing by, or some mapping satellite managing to catch a picture of her... I was scared for her safety, almost every day, but I never told her. I didn't want her to be worried.
That being said, though, Breeze always managed to make me relax, made me forget about anything that worried me, simply by being herself. She really was such a sweet mare.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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