Fluffer not required.
Adult themes NSFW
“CUT! Come on, get him to perform, time is money!”
Easy for you to say mate, to me this is just the same old routine. I laughed. Actually, it was easy for the Director to say, because he could talk. I’m just the dumb bugger on the end of a halter rope, performing on command. Well, that was not strictly true.
A snort, diverted my attention. I hated her, as much as she hated me. Moonbeam Sparkly Rainbow Minx, an 11-hand bay Dartmoor pony. Why did I hate her so? I could say it, not in so many words. Well not in any words, we equines are vocal for a reason not requiring words to communicate.
“Do you need my help, again?” Moonbeam said with as much venom as only a mare could muster.
“No Minx. I can perform on demand, thank you!” Yes, it is possible for us to sneer.
“Well tiny, just say when.” A twitch of her tail and the lush smell of mare in heat.
“Tiny? For Epona’s sake when is a bloody Draft, tiny?”
“From where I’m looking it is now, dear!” The Minx laughed; that was just frustration.
At that point and countless takes, I was royally pissed off. I reared up, dinner plate hooves pawing the air. Two burly stagehands rushed over to haul on the halter rope, as I dragged my poor handler over towards a skittish Minx. The director snapped.
“For fucks sake, now he finds a spark of life. Break for lunch everyone. Sophie darling, talk some sense into him, or I swear I will call the knacker man myself.”
Poor Sophie. Not her fault, she was stuck here as much as I was. In silence we walked back to the stable, once out of sight though she burst into tears. I rested my head on her shoulder, blowing softly through my nostrils. Still sobbing, she turned me loose in my loose box. I found comfort as she brushed me, waiting for the words I had heard her say many times before.
“Why was I that naive and stupid?” Another sob.
I thought the answer, same as usual. An internal dialogue that all equines possess. “Because my dear girl, he took notice of you. The first adult male that actually looked at you, one that was so interested in your pathetic little life. A father figure you never had, and a mother that owed him lots of money, you were sold girl. A gentle nod from me. Next line from Sophie….
“I was an idiot, who would want me? Look at me, miss no tits!” Another little sob.
Listen love, from one who has been here much longer then you. Yes, his little stable of whores for rent are much bigger up top, it’s all artifice you know that pneumatic bounce, they’re not natural. I sniggered. That appeared to break the litany of regret, she continued.
“It’s alright for you, why did I trust him?”
At least the sobs had stopped. Look love, that’s how he hooks all of them. Makes them grateful, all the gifts and attention. I tried my best to warn you, acting up and took a beating afterward. I was getting angry again, the hoof stomp proved that. Sophie cast her mind back, to that first day on set.
“Just give the nags rope to Mell, she will tie him to the ring on the wall. Now you grab the bucket of water and trip and accidently drench Mell’s top, you can’t miss.”
She had the directors voice burned into her memory, even though it was marked, “Do not open.” She continued the playback. “Wardrobe, ice cubes please.”
I snorted again. Ice cubes, I ask you. But I have no idea what, “Scammel wheel nuts are, nor Chapel hat pegs?”
The memory for both of us continued.
“Right Sophie love, I know you're nervous. But your sort have washed one before. Props, warm water and a tube of lube.”
Sophie laughed; it was bitter, the memory she had recounted to me many times.
“Just because my story has washed one before? You idiot, it's a sheath wash, as a stallion he probably has better hygiene than you have?”
Only you stood there and said bugger all, didn’t you Sophie. She burst into tears, this time of shame.
I knew how it all ended, a lesbian, animal romp. Perfect blackmail material, even though in the end a body double was used in another country. That bastard had told her straight when she threatened to go to the Police.
“Who is going to tell the difference when you’re in court? Muffs the same shade dear. They have a name for it you know, girls who step over the line and really love animals.”
She had heard the name, whispered behind her back. “Horse fucker,” even though she never had, nor would never contemplate actually doing the act.
I turned my head and snuffled her hair, loving her warm scent.
“Yes, I know someone loves me….”
We were interrupted.
“I’ve got a feeling my dear, you’re going to enjoy this quite a lot.”
That smarmy voice we both knew, as the barn door opened. In walked Roddy Tiffney, the brains and money behind, “Stiffy Tiffney,” Productions. Only available to select clients at a price, mainly on the, “Dark Web.” Stored on computer servers in countries where the actual act was not illegal for certain shots to be filmed and added to the final version, (I also had a body double.) He walked in with a shy mousy looking thing, not his usual, “Eye Candy.” As the colour drained from Sophie’s face. I thought, another victim.
“Now then Sophie, you have a fan. Get laddie here worked up, my lady here gets off on it!”
“No!” The word came out soft, unbidden. Roddy crossed the distance in a flash.
“What did you say?” Even I could hear the building anger. Poor Sophie was not fast enough to duck, the punch landing full on her jaw. It’s heat spreading that would raise a bruise but as luck would have it no broken jaw. She, “Yelped,” stumbling backwards. Roddy continued. “You ungrateful bitch, I never asked you to perform with any of my male stable. You my girl need a lesson, come on love don’t just stand there like a spare prick at a wedding, make a threesome.
The prospect of rape is a hard thing to watch, oh grief. Not a pun, by the Goddess no, not if I could help it. Sophie had retreated to the corner of the large loose box, she was not going to submit without a fight. I shuffled forward, as he walked to my rear. I had to bide my time, and wait until his back was turned away from mine, you see good old Sophie had not like any other groom tied me up. She knew I would never harm a hair on her head. Just as our would be rapist stripped off...
One ton of angry horse flesh coupled to steel dinner plate sized hooves pack one hell of a punch and although every horse can limit the power in the strike, this time I did not hold back. Our poor limp, “Hung like a horse,” stud muffin, (Why do male humans even attempt that line? I mean I am actually; well you get the idea.) He hit the solid stable stone wall, and the sound of a broken neck was sickening as he bounced off it, leaving a bloody red stain on its surface. Well all Hell broke loose. Mousy girl, screamed. Until I reared up, my front hoof tapped her, she fell down like a sack of spuds.
The door to the barn slammed open, Kenny piled in. Now for someone who is built like a, “Brick what’s it.” Our lad can move fast, even with his gun drawn he never knew what hit him? Well one ton of mass moving at speed, flattened him. Backing up, and, trampling both arms and legs for good measure. The icky sound of more broken bones, the long scream before a hoof hovering over face made him pass out.
Sophie’s voice.
“Fucking Hell, what have you done? We’re both dead!”
I shook my head and whinnied, making it obvious. “Come with me now if you want to live,” I liked that line from some film the crew had been watching in their down time. Well I’ll give it to our Sophie; she had taken a punch. But even sore and bruised she faced away from me left hand grabbed my mane and with a running jump her right leg swung over she scrambled on board. The chase out of the yard was short lived, well until a bloody big bang! That got my arse shifting and somehow discouraged anyone to follow us.
By all the wet willing mares, Sophie. You could have warned me, mind you I had never heard a gun fired before. I felt pity for my poor ancestors who had served in the human’s Wars. My ears were still ringing long after we had cleared the field and entered woodland. My snort was cut short by Sophie throwing the gun away. “Best not keep that, I’m in enough trouble without the Police catching me with it.”
I slowed to a trot then a walk, conscious of Sophie’s wincing and catch of breath and her command to stop. Once rested we changed direction many times. At last it grew dark; I lay down a short distance behind a stone wall. Once settled, Sophie snuggled up. She slept soundly, only once or twice cried out as a dark dream replayed itself. The Full Moon shone down, it’s cold spectral light illuminating my visitor. A simple command, magic flowed. “You may speak, as humans do.”
“My Lady.” I made to stand.
“No, my dear, do not disturb her yet. We need to talk before that.”
It is wise to remember your manners when dealing with anyone of the female persuasion, this is the first lesson any Colt or Filly learns from his Dam, thus my reply was respectful.
“Your majesty, I am your most humble servant.” The figure sat on a fine white mare swung down off her mount, she petted the head of a large hound that sat at the mares side.
“I know you are brave and did what I required of you without my asking of it. You have suffered at the hand of Man just as she has. They search for you even now, but you are under my protection.”
I nodded, but dare I ask? Epona only smiled before saying.
“I sense you wish to ask a question yet are afraid. Do I frighten you?”
I looked at the glow that surrounded my Goddess, her figure would have made all sexes weep with frustration. Her shift as thin as gossamer, leaving nothing to the imagination. Yet my reply was hesitant.
“I...” Could I really ask for something so simple a boon, She caught my dilemma, and in a voice as soft as Moonlight.
“Please my faithful friend, ask what you truly wish for.”
The words sprang unbidden, unspoken. Epona smiled, at my thoughts. “If she wishes it as well, so mote it be.”
Epona walked over and lightly brushed the hair away from Sophie’s face. Sophie woke, not with a start but a smile. She answered the question, without hesitation, she had no choice it was this or be hunted by those who were out for revenge. Sophie knew of the Goddess of horse, and hound as anyone who has read anything about horses would know. Yet a puzzled look on her face, which the Goddess addressed.
“You are confused child, no I am not Rhiannon for I am much older than her, for I am Epona.”
Sophie stood, then curtsied.
I almost expected her to panic, yet in a calm voice she addressed Epona.
“You truly are a most beautiful and powerful Goddess, if this is not some weird dream and you can do as you say? My answer is yes.”
Epona motioned her. “Please walk forward, I need some room to work with.” Yet even as this scene played out, the Goddess hesitated before asking.
“I sense you are marked by another, the one the Christians call, “God.” Be aware my power is far older than he, yet you cannot serve two deities. Do you renounce that Faith? Think carefully before you answer, because they will say that your mortal soul will be severed as they believe no animal can have a soul.”
Sophie paused, before replying. “I will serve you with all my strength and a full heart.”
“So be it.” Epona swayed slightly hands outstretched a gold glow enveloped Sophie. Her body shifted, morphed into a fine Clydesdale mare. It took but a few moments for her to steady herself, as her human consciousness took a back seat to her equine brain. She nickered softly, marvelling at that simple sound.
“On a full moon like this you shall both have the chance to become human if you wish it, use your time well. For two nights only each full moon, after which you will be ordinary horses to any human that sees you. I will leave you two alone now, for I sense you have much to discover.”
Well the transformation had repaired any damage done to my poor abused love; we took our time. As gentle as could be that first night, both attentive to each other’s needs. No Fluffer required.