The woman returned to the guy a few minutes later. She seemed very ill-prepared; seemingly carrying only a halter, a set of reigns, a saddle and an strange-looking whip. What use was all this going to be? The runaways would be miles away by now.
“What’s all that junk for? We need to catch the damn horses before we can ride them.”
“Well if I can get hold of one horse I should be able to round up the other runaways” the woman replied curtly.
“And how are you going to do that? I hope your grand plan doesn’t involve chasing them on foot.” The man chuckled at how daft the woman’s plan was. He always thought she was the smart one, but apparently he had been wrong.
“You’re right, I’ll never be able to catch them now…” The woman sighed, pretending to be beaten. “But YOU might be able to!”
All of a sudden the woman whipped the man hard on the arm, causing him to scream out in pain and shock. His adrenaline quickly kicked in as he caught the woman’s arm before the whip could connect a second time.
“Are you crazy!” the man shouted. “What the Hell are you doing?”
“I’m sorry but you said it yourself: we’ll never catch them on foot. Therefore I’m giving us some much needed horsepower.”
As she said this, the man grimaced as the pain from her strike didn’t dissipate, but instead spread over his whole body. Soon he was shaking all over as the pain became unbearable. As his grip on the woman’s arm began to lessen she yanked it free suddenly.
“Now we haven’t got much time so I need to speed this up.”
With that the woman began mercilessly whipping the poor man. Each strike caused him more and more pain. Soon he was writhing around on the floor, yelling out in agony. Despite this, the woman mercilessly pressed on in the pursuit of her goal.
Soon her intentions became clear as the unfortunate man started to change. Where there were red marks from her strikes the man’s body began to grow and get hairier. Soon it became obvious what was happening. The man tried to reason with her “please no! I’ve always done your bidding. Please don’t do this!” These were his last words as the woman precisely whipped the man’s voice box. Now the man sounded much more equine as he whimpered pathetically.
The woman delivered a few more whips here-and-there and then stepped back as the man’s changes rapidly neared their conclusion.
Soon, in place of the man was a large bay stallion with the powerful physique of a champion racehorse.
Seemingly satisfied, the woman quickly fitted the halter and saddle before mounting the new horse. She then charged after the escapees at full speed.