Chapter #3New Day Farms by: Gator   Groggily, your eyes fumbled open to reveal the slowly clearing image of your alarm clock. The wonderful dream you were having – which involved you relaxing on a tropical island very far away from here – had crumbled around you thanks to it’s dreadful, intrusive ringing. You had half the mind to reach over and smash the thing to bits, but you realized doing that wouldn’t change anything.
With an annoyed groan, you reached across to the nightstand and flicked the device’s off button, it’s horrid screeching falling silent with a soft click. Next, you peeled away the warm covers and began forcing yourself from your comfy bed. You shivered slightly as both bare feet met the cold wooden floor, and felt the desire to fall back into the comfort of your mattress gnawing in the back of your head. Begrudgingly, you pushed it aside and made your body stand, before slowly waddling over to your wardrobe. You began sorting through your clothes, quickly picking out a few clean pieces, and spared a pessimistic glance at your work timetable, hung upon your room’s door, as you put them on.
New Day Farms was your current place of both work and residence. A farm of great fame and prestige, know the world over for it’s many award-winning horses, you figured it would be a steal working there. You always had a strange soft spot for horses since you were little, even though you hadn’t gotten the chance to be around them much. So surely bagging some experience and college cred while also getting to hang out with those majestic beasts would be a great way to spend your summer, right?
Not even a full two weeks later, you had come to view accepting the job as the biggest regret in your entire life.
You had been assigned to two particular horses: the riding mare, Jackie, and the show mare, Glitter. Of the pair, you much preferred Jackie.
Jackie was loyal and affectionate, quick to nuzzle and comfort you when she sensed your mood was down. You would feed the chestnut mare, and ride with her around the farm whenever the customers were few and far between to keep her body active. If things had stayed like that, being with Jackie would have made the job bearable. But it didn’t stay that way; soon you were asked to do strange things: to strip down to your boxers and cover yourself in oats before letting Jackie lap away at you, or laying down and letting Jackie park her huge rump right on your face, pucker only a few insignificant spaces from your nose. Jackie seemed to have mixed feelings about these activities; she always seemed reluctant to begin, but once she had, she appeared to enjoy herself, as she’d let slip a few soft nickers of delight.
Glitter, on the other hand, was the horse equivalent of a rich snob. Always holding her head so high, the pure-white coated mare looked down at you like you were less than her – though considering the vast collection of trophies and medals adorned with her name that decorated the farm, you couldn’t really begrudge her for believing that. Glitter’s training was never something you were involved in; you were purely there for her cleaning. At first, it was simple: wash her, brush her fur, shovel away her waste. But soon you were asked to do things you really didn’t like: to shove your hand into her anus and clean from the inside, or to brush her teeth with your head in her mouth, bombarded by her hot breath and the echoing noises from deeper within her body. Glitter always seemed happy during and after these disgusting activities, as occasionally you’d catch her with a satisfied, but still wanting, look shining in her eyes as she watched you leave.
You shudder again as you recall those nasty events. Not only born from disgust, but also from a certain rising in your pants. A part of you can’t possible like this sort of stuff, can you? You shake your head, flinging away those thoughts and feelings at least for now, and finish putting your clothes on.
Done, you march towards the door, and look again at your timetable, silently absorbing the name of the mare you’ll be with today. Today, it seems you would be taking care of… | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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