“R-Really?” Jason chuckled, walking toward the stream and dipping his toes in the cool running water. “You like me riding you?”
“Uh... yeah!” The mare nodded, siding up to the human and watching as he went knee deep into the water. She followed him. “That’s... why I wound up here. You wanted to go home. On the way there I got smart, and having you on top of me after you jerked off on my back turned me on, so I wanted to fuck again in private.”
“This is gonna be really hard to keep ourselves under control, isn’t it?” Jason admitted, removing his shirt in the dim half moonlight and dipping down into the lake to watch the crusted cum and horse juices off his sheath, face, and chest.
“Probably,” the horse admitted, sighing heavily and wading into the water enough to wash her flank of their naughty exploits. Both sufficiently washed, the two dried off with one of the fresh horse blankets stored in a pouch on the mare’s saddle and tossed it into the stream to hide the evidence.
Jason put his shirt back on.
“When we get back, you have to pry my shoes off,” the mare whispered, as Jason slid onto the saddle and they began to walk again.
“Does it hurt?” Jason whispered back, concern evident in his voice.
“Yeah, a little,” the horse winced. “Now that my hooves are split like this it feels weird.”
“I’ll get you fixed up, don’t worry,” Jason rubbed the mare’s neck.
There was silence for a while and Jason glanced around nervously as a coyote howled on the other side of the meadow.
“Don’t worry,” the mare said softly. “I can feel you freaking out up there. I can see just fine. We’re in no danger.”
“Horse sense,” Jason smiled.
“Yeah, I got lots of things you can’t do,” the mare chuckled.
The quest for pants came to an end. Jason breathed a sigh of relief as he spotted his dusty jeans on the trail path exactly where he had thrown them off in a moment of obsessed passion, sitting on a tree trunk waiting.
He dismounted, shook out the dirt, and put them back on, fetching his boots from under the saddle.
“So, how come you never gave me a proper name?” The mare asked. “This is bugging me now. The stud you own is named Trigger. The bay guy in the other field is Marcus. You never gave me a name.”
“We couldn’t agree on one,” Jason blushed, slipping back into the saddle.
“Couldn’t agree on one?” The mare said incredulously. “So, what, I get to be ‘horse’ for the rest of my life? And then you slip your dick in me. Unbelievable.”
“Hey, hey!” Jason bit a boot spur into the mare’s side playfully.
The mare stopped suddenly and glanced back. Her own playful expression was visible even in the poor light. “Watch those spurs, you little shit, or I’m throwing you off right here and you can fucking walk home. Y’hear?”
“Yes, ma’am.” Jason grinned. “Sorry, ma’am.”
The ride went silent again. Nearly an hour had passed before the dim light of the ranch house came over the horizon. The mare stopped, took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly.
“I feel that,” Jason said nervously. “I’m kinda worried about my big boy down there.”
“It’s not that big,” the mare glanced up, still in a good mood. “By my standards, anyway. Besides, he’s all tucked away safe and sound in his house. Maybe you can hide it for a while.”
“Mmm,” Jason agreed.
“Anyway, enough about your cock. I’m just worried that we’re gonna be found out,” the mare continued on, taking them down the hill and toward the stable. They both glanced around nervously as they passed through the old creaky wooden gate, watching out for Taylor, but it was clear they were safe. She was nowhere to be found.
Once inside the stable, Jason went about his usual routine, taking off the saddle, hanging it on the wall, and going to work under the glowing lantern to remove the mare’s uncomfortable horse shoes.
“Oh, fuck,” the horse breathed a sigh of relief as the last one pried loose with the buffer and fell to the ground with a metallic clatter. “Oh, thank you, baby. I didn’t want to tell you how bad they were hurting me.”
“Yeah. Put you to bed?”
“Mmm, I guess,” the mare gave the human a quirky grin. “If mistress Taylor kicks you out for your equine erection, I’m more than happy to ride off with you and be your new best girl, you know?”
“Funny,” Jason smiled darkly.
“So, it was the water, right?” The mare leaned in, whispering gently. “What started this? You drank the water and THEN got horny for me.”
“I think so...” Jason gulped.
“Maybe you should tell her the truth, if it comes up,” the mare whispered. “Maybe leave out all the sex and just say it happened while you were riding me. You know? I mean, I'll back up your story, obviously.”
“We’ll get there when we get there,” Jason sighed.
“Okay. Just be safe.” The mare said pleasantly, clopping into her stall as Jason opened the gate. They gave each other a longing look as they made eye contact.
“I can tell you that whatever started this, I’m glad for it,” the mare whispered gently, tenderly. “I’ve never felt so incredible. And... who knows where this can go, right?”
Jason gave her a gentle kiss on the nose and they exchanged a quick cuddle before he blew out the lantern and headed outside.
As the dark settled in and the mare heard Jason crunch across the gravel leading up the farm house, she felt a pang of worry. Who knew what was going to happen, indeed.