A/N: This story would never have happened without Savage7289. Seriously. She
encouraged me to write it; and kept on encouraging me. She is amazing!
Don't be too harsh with me. I have never written anything before.
Ever.
Humans are strange.
They over think things way too much.
I mean, when I'm hungry I eat. I don't think about what I want, or what I
feel like eating. I just eat what's in front of me.
When I have to pee, I pee. Or fart. Or shit.
When I smell a sweet little filly I take her. I don't think about it or
waste any time nudging her. I know she wants it too so I grab her by the withers
and mount her.
Simple.
Humans spend too much time thinking and talking and complicating their
lives.
As I said, humans are strange.
This is what I thought as I watched the two of them rolling around in the
meadow. As I contentedly munched on the sweet grass, I mulled over why they weren't
just getting on with it. I mean, he was there, she was there, so what were they
waiting for? I could smell their desire from all the way on the other side of
the field. And I know my master; he takes what he wants. So what was he waiting
for?
Oh well. I wish I didn't have this saddle on. I would love to roll in the
grass with the warm sun making me sweaty and itchy.
I would do anything for my master. He brings me delicious treats every time
he comes to me and makes sure I have all I need to make my life comfortable.
When we go out to run, he always checks first to make sure my straps are not
too tight and the bit is placed properly in my mouth. He knows how much I enjoy
letting loose and stretching my legs. So he usually lets me get it out of my
system before reining me in. And when we get back to the stables he makes sure
that the servants take care of all my needs; rubbing the sweat off, brushing
the dust and burdocks out, and giving me water and sweet grains and hay. I
think I have it better than his servants. He never yells at me or treats me
badly. He never threatens me. He speaks to me in a soft, soothing voice that he
uses only for me. I know he cares for me. This makes me want to please him in
everything I do. Even though I don't particularly like it when we go to those
other places with all the other horses and people and noises. I don't like
having all that armor put on me or running at another horse with those pointy
sticks aimed at us either. But it seems important to him somehow. So I do it for
him.
When I first came here I was so frightened. They came to the farm where I
lived and was enjoying my first time out in the sunlight with my dam. I wasn't
too concerned as I watched them talking at the fence, I just wanted to run and
kick up my heels for the sheer joy of living. I was young, healthy and the sun
felt good on my back. My dam watched me with a tolorent look in her eyes. Then
I noticed them walking toward us with a rope in their hands. I began to feel a
fear I had never known before. As they approached I backed up and ran around to
hide behind her. They circled around her and threw a rope over my neck. I
reared and tried to pull away. But they dragged me away from her kicking and
whinnying . She started neighing and tried to push in between them and me but
they beat at her with whips. I know they hurt her but she kept trying to get to
me. I was panicking and screaming for her but they just kept hitting me with
their whips and pulling at me until she was out of sight.
I never saw her again.
They brought me to this place many miles from my home and put me in a dark
stall. Alone.
I've never felt such desolation. I thought the pain inside would kill me.
The fear was overwhelming. Nothing was familiar, nothing smelled right. I
wanted my home. I wanted my dam.
I heard him before I saw him.
"Did the new foal arrive yet? Why wasn't I informed?"
He frightened me even more than I already was by how gruffly he spoke to the
others. This was a man of violence. A man who wouldn't think twice before
running his sword through anybody who displeased him. Or beating me with a
whip. When he reached my door and peered in he saw the state I was in.
"Why has no one tended to him?" he roared. "Can't you see he's
terrified?" I ought to have you beheaded. He pushed the servant aside,
knocking him to the floor. "Get out of my sight", he barked.
He stopped just outside my stall and stood there looking at me. I was
trembling, waiting for what he would do to me. Then he opened the latch and
came in. I backed away, terrified. He began to talk to me, so quietly that I
couldn't understand him at first.
"I know how you feel little guy, you'll be better soon. I know you're
frightened and feel all alone in the world", he spoke softly.
"I know the feeling well," he murmured with a sigh.
"But you and I will get to know each other very well and you will learn
to trust me", he promised.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out the most delicious smelling orange
thing. He held it out to me but I was too frightened to take it even though I
hadn't eaten all day and was ravenous.
"You know", he continued soothingly, "I saw you just after
you were born. You were all legs and you couldn't figure out how to make them
work but you were determined to stand. You rolled back and forth, getting your
legs all tangled up and tripping over them. At one point you had your front and
back legs crisscrossed just like a pair of scissors". He stopped to
chuckle quietly. "You were so determined even though you were getting
tired. You finally managed to roll onto your belly and tuck all your legs under
you at once and you managed to get up onto your wobbly legs. You were a
magnificent sight.
"I shall call you Volvo. It means 'to roll' in latin."
He was slowly advancing the whole time he was talking and without my
realizing it he managed to come up right next to me. He held out the orange
thing once more and I was so hungry and his voice was so soothing that I
overcame my fears and took it out of his hand. It was so delicious that I
started nuzzling his hand looking for more.
"Don't be so greedy, my little one,"he said stroking my neck
softly, "there is plenty more where that came from but first you need some
grains to make you strong. You are going to become a powerful warhorse and I am
going to make you the best there is. I will make sure you get the best food and
care possible. And I will train you myself so that you learn to trust me and I
you and you will know my every command. We will be a great team."
The whole time he spoke he was stroking me gently and I started to calm
down. This was a man who was confident. Trustworthy. He knew what he wanted and
how to achieve it. I knew that I could trust him. He would be a good master.
So the day he brought the female with him for his ride I was confused. I
mean, the smell of his desire for her was so potent it made me stretch and
lengthen. Why did he not just take her? I could smell her nervousness and fear
but so what? She would change her feelings soon enough. And even if she didn't
that shouldn't stop him. Isn't that what Fillies are there for?
She wouldn't come near me and the smell of her fear was making me nervous
even though I knew there was no real danger nearby. He spoke to her in a way
that reminded me of how he spoke to me when I first came here. He stroked her
and tried to sooth her. He handed her my carrots but she continued to show
signs of fear; I was getting a little impatient. I mean, she had the carrots
right there. How hard is it to hold them out for me?
He finally took her hand and put the carrots on it and held it out to me. As
I nibbled it off her hand I could taste her essence. She had a sweet taste. Not
that I would take a nip. I only bite if I sense danger or I really don't like
the smell of someone. Like that other female, the one with the hair like hay.
She smells like vinegar and cloves. Sharp and bitter. I would love to take a
chunk out of her. So what if her juices were always flowing around him. Some
things aren't worth the effort.
After he saddled and mounted me he drew her up to sit in front of him I
could still sense her nervousness. Which was silly because I wasn't about to do
anything that would endanger her, especially with him there. I would do
anything he asked of me, as I said before, and I could tell she was special to
him. And she really didn't weigh hardly anything anyway.
As we crossed the field where the other horses were grazing I could smell
one of the fillies. She smelled so sweet. I hoped we wouldn't be gone too long.
I had things to do.
On our way to our meadow my master put me through some of the tricks he
taught me. I have learned to read his body language very well and knew what was
expected of me. I am proud that I have learned him so well. We are a magnificent
team.
So, here we are. They aren't going to mate it seems. They are just getting
more worked up and the smell is becoming overpowering. It makes no sense to me.
Just do it already!
Finally they wandered back over to me and I took them home. It's
about time. I want my sweet grains and a rubdown. And there is a filly waiting
for me to fill her. I think her name is Beemer.
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