Chapter #4A new mare. by: Gator   … neither Jackie nor Glitter, but a new horse altogether, simply written down as “NEW MARE”.
After a brief pause, you shrug before exiting your room, heading off to met this “new mare”.
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“She’s in here.” Your boss said as he motioned to the stable door with the pen in his hand. He flicked through the papers attached to his clipboard as jotted something down. “Go in and say hello to her.”
You blinked and raised an eyebrow. “Just… say hello to her?” You ask in disbelief. That couldn’t be it. There had to be something more to this. “That’s it?”
“That’s it.” He bluntly parroted, refusing to look up from his papers. “She’s a shy thing. Needs someone to get to know before we can introduce her to the over horses. You seem like the perfect person for that.”
You eye up the doorframe and dark room beyond it quizzically. Your gut is going crazy with bad vibes, begging you not to go in. But if you don’t, chance’s are your boss will fire you on the spot. And as much as you may hate it, you need the cred this job will give you.
With a sigh, you slowly pass by your boss and enter into seemingly-vacant stables.
“She’s at the back to your right.” Your boss’ voice calls from behind. Then comes a loud thud as the door slams shut, followed by the sharp click of it’s lock fitting into place. It’s just you and this unseen mare in the cold stable now. Taking a deep breath, the continue on.
As you draw closer to the end, you pick up the sounds of life. Breathing, moving, the occasional nicker. All coming from the last stall on the right, as the boss said.
Finally, you reach it, and look in to see a young mare fearfully pressing herself into a corner of the stall. Her eyes are quick to meet yours, and instantly you can tell this is no ordinary horse.
Her eyes look like a cross between a horses and a humans, with smaller irises and more visible, white sclerae. A beautiful and entrancing bright blue, they easily shone through the dullness of the room. Her mane – was it black or dark blue? Regardless, her hairs were so fine and light they look as if they could start floating at any moment.
Your eyes trail down, past her small snout and soft lips, to the rest of her body. She was quite a bit smaller than either Jackie and Glitter were; somewhere in between them and a Shetland. Her coat was blue; not black or a dark gray, but a deep, actual blue. You had never seen a horse with that color before. You move on to inspect her legs. Strong and sturdy despite their size, they look like they could easily rival Glitter’s. Last, her rump. Most of her tail, the same color and fineness as her mane, is hidden from sight behind that surprisingly plump and supple derriere. Would your hand sink into it if you were to grab-?
You shake your head. Now is not the time to be listening to your newly-discovered degenerate side.
You glance down at the name on the stall gate. LENA.
“Hello, Lena.” You say softly, smiling gently at the cautious horse. The mare perks up a little at the use of her name, her eyes slightly widening, but she does not move from her spot.
“Are you hungry?” You ask, looking down at the empty food tray. You reach over to one of the hanging bags of treats and lightly hold a hand full out to her. “Here ya go, girl.”
Lena glances down at your slightly outstretched hand. She stares at it, unmoving, for a good while. You ponder simply entering the stall and approaching her, but that might scare the poor thing even more. Best to let her come to you.
Eventually, she does come. Step by cautious step, she moves towards you. As she does, you see that her mane is a dark blue, sitting somewhere in between the dark of her coat and the light of her eyes. When she gets close enough, she sniffs at your offering, before her mouth opens and slowly munches away. All the while, her mesmerizing eyes are inspecting you.
Soon she finishes, and sends the last treat down her long neck with a muted ‘gulp’. You pull your hand back, thankful she hasn’t bitten any of your fingers, and wipe away the horse saliva on it. “Enjoy that?” You ask.
Lena responds with a quiet, yet happy nicker. She glides forward towards you, only coming to a stop when your faces are barely an inch apart. This close, her warm and gentle breathing caresses your face. You barely suppress a pleasant shiver.
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