This choice: Bella's noticeably grown, towering over every single one of the other horses! • Go Back... Before you ploughed the fields, you always lined your mares up, fitting the ploughs onto them, telling them exactly where to plow - even offering them words of encouragement and praise, for which you often received loving hugs and licks - something that slowed down the ploughing process considerably. Nevertheless, you liked to do it. After all, your mares needed to know they were doing a good job and... 'pleasing' you, as Bella so often put it.
Bella. She was a sweet thing, and one of your favourite mares, if not the favourite - though you'd never tell that to any of the mares you owned. You didn't want for them to be jealous of her. Her brown-pelted body, large muscles and bulging curves, however, were rather alluring to you...
You'd lined up the ploughmares and were instructing them when you noticed something odd. You weren't sure how it had escaped your notice until now, but you stopped instructing, and started staring - and as you did, the mares started staring as well. Bella always stood tall and proud when lined up, and now was no exception - but this time, she was taller, Prouder. More so than any other mare in the line, in fact. You blinked i confusion - surely it had to be your mind playing tricks on you? But no matter how much you blinked or rubbed at your eyes, Bella remained larger than any other mare in sight, her broad shoulders threatening to bump the heads of the two mares whom she was next to.
You approached Bella, shivering a little. "B-Bella, sweetie," you began, as she smiled down at you, brown eyes seeming to sparkle. "Are you... feeling alright?" The mare broke out into a glorious smile, and instantly leaned down. Her brawny arms wrapped you up into a hug that pressed you into her now much larger breasts, and she easily lifted you over a foot off the ground by just standing straight.
"Oooh, more than alright, Master," Bella squealed as she nuzzled into you. The other ploughmares, adorned in leather collars and straps, all shifted about nervously as they looked at her - her collar and straps were strained to the very limit, her muscular body seeming more than ready to bust them apart!
"Ooh, ploughing's going to be so easy, Master! You'll see how much of a good girl I am! Go on, hook my up to the plough by myself!"  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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