The Mare's Gallop

Eden's Angel. 45

I ran along the line drawn around the training ground, and gradually my mood began to improve. Huh, why does running make me feel good? 'A drug is being injected from the device on your neck.'

'Can't you stop it?'

'It seems like nanobots are mixed into the drug. Even I have no way to deal with this.'

'This is bad.'

I hadn't even considered that nanobots would be involved, and worry crept in. Carrying that concern, I kept running while paying attention to my posture, and soon all I could think about was running itself. Ah, running feels wonderful.

"That's it—keep your back straight, lift your legs at a right angle. Don't let your upper body sway side to side. Chin up! Yes, you're doing great."

"Huff, huff."

I wanted to run even better. The more the trainer praised me, the better I felt, and arousal began to trickle down my thighs. Focusing on my form made stray thoughts vanish; only the desire to run perfectly filled my mind.

"A mare must run beautifully! You're a mare, so you have to do your best to satisfy the audience!"

"Mmph!"

"Faster!"

Following the trainer's command, I ran as beautifully as possible and picked up speed. A refreshing wave of pleasure flooded my head. The cool wind brushing against the sweat on my skin tickled and delighted me. Haah, I never knew running could feel this good.

'El...!'

I thought I heard something strange, but it quickly faded. As I exhaled roughly and kept running, the trainer's voice reached me.

"How is it? Doesn't running as a mare feel good?"

"Mmm! Huff."

"The more you think of yourself as a mare, the stronger your muscles will become. Then you'll be able to run even better, right?"

"Huff!"

"Now, run to your heart's content!"

At the words that I needed stronger muscles to run better, I tried to think of myself as a mare. I'm a mare. I'm a mare... Hnn. Thinking of myself as a mare while running brought on a pleasure so intense it melted my mind, and I kept repeating the thought in a daze. I'm a mare. A creature meant to run...

While I was running mindlessly, the trainer's voice snapped me back to attention.

"Stop! Stop running and come here."

"Huff, huff."

"You're truly an outstanding mare. To show such high achievement in your very first session—impressive. I'll make you a champion racehorse."

At the trainer's command I approached while maintaining my posture, and I could see the satisfaction on her face. Feeling a swell of pride, I stopped in front of her.

"Excellent. To reach this level of completion after just the first training session—you're an exceptional mare. As expected of an angel. Extend your neck."

I lowered my head so the short trainer could reach, and she removed the device from my neck. Just before it came off, a burst of intense pleasure made my legs tremble for a moment.

"I was worried your breasts were too large because you're ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠a dairy cow, but you ran better than expected. Still, we'll need a device to secure your chest. For today, just rest."

"Hnn."

The trainer reattached the bit gag and led me back to the stable with the android. At first it had felt strange, but a stable really was the proper resting place for a mare. After receiving the android's attentive care, I sat down on the straw and fatigue washed over me. Had I run too much?

'El...!'

'Hm?'

'Elisha!'

'Ah, Master?'

I hadn't heard anything from Master until now, so I thought she was asleep. I wished Master could have felt the joy of running too.

'Finally connected! Are you all right? Nothing wrong?'

'I'm perfectly fine. I thought you were asleep because you weren't saying anything.'

'I wasn't sleeping—the connection was blocked. Nanobots cut it off. They've spread throughout your entire body, though their activity has decreased for now.'

'That sounds rather dangerous.'

Mm, having nanobots that even Master couldn't handle spread through my whole body was definitely a dangerous situation.

'You're really okay?'

'Yes. On the contrary, being able to run freely feels refreshing.'

'Refreshing? Mm, well, if you say so. I didn't know you liked running this much.'

'I'm a mare, after all. It's only natural that I enjoy running.'

'What? Wait, Elisha, what are you saying?'

'I'm an Abaddon angel and a mare. Why are you acting surprised now?'

'Tch, so now they're using nanobots for brainwashing. This really is a dangerous place.'

Master insisted it was brainwashing, but I had always been a mare who loved running. I didn't feel brainwashed at all... Hm? Now that I thought about it, it felt similar to when Master became a dairy cow. Not realizing one has been conditioned. But just like Master the dairy cow, being a mare didn't seem to cause me any real problems. Besides, I didn't want to give up the refreshing ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠pleasure I felt while running as a mare.

'You're a dairy cow too, Master. I'm simply a mare, that's all.'

'Mm...'

'Producing and being milked is natural for a dairy cow, isn't it? Likewise, I simply enjoy running as a mare.'

'Ugh... Well, it can't be helped. We have more urgent problems right now, so let's set this aside.'

When I used Master being a dairy cow as an example to persuade her, she seemed to accept it, at least somewhat.

'If you wear the bio-suit, it should be able to dissolve and remove the leather parts of the corset and boots.'

'How much has Tyriel recovered?'

'The area is extremely sensitive and the damage covers a wide range, so it seems to be taking time. About eight days?'

'If I endure for eight days, we'll have a way to escape.'

If I lived as a mare for eight days, I would naturally be able to escape. In that case, I could just enjoy my mare life without worry. Hehe.

'The real problem is the nanobots that have infiltrated your body. We have no idea what they're doing.'

'Have their activity decreased now?'

'Precisely when you stopped running.'

'Then if I run again, they'll become active once more.'

'That's right. And you said you felt pleasure while running? How is an angel like you able to feel pleasure?'

'Oh, now that you mention it...'

Angels were restricted from feeling most pleasures, so this was strange. Running didn't seem like masochistic pleasure either...

'Are the nanobots forcibly inducing pleasure? It could be part of the process to turn you into a mare.'

'It seems that way.'

After our discussion, the androids poured feed into the troughs and left. Master, who had taken control of the body to eat the delicious meal, fell asleep again. Looking around, the other mares in the stable were resting or sleeping. In the neighboring stall, one mare was practicing her running posture. Lifting and lowering one leg at a time while keeping her back perfectly straight and her body steady, she displayed a physique packed with lean muscle. With her red hair and large eyes, she was a charming mare. Uniquely, she wore a great many piercings shaped like standing mares, and a red gem was embedded in each ear beside her ear tag.

After watching her silently for a while, I spoke to her, thinking she looked like an experienced mare.

"Excuse me. May I ask you something?"

"Hm? Oh, you're the new girl from yesterday. Nice to meet you."

"Ah, yes. Nice to meet you. What's your name?"

"I'm Jerry. And you?"

"I'm Elisha."

Hm? Jerry—wasn't that the name of the mare the men had called the best when I first arrived? To have a famous mare right next door was an honor.

"Jerry, you're the mare they said was the best, right? It's an honor."

"Thanks, Elisha. It's nice that you recognize me, even if it's in the past."

"Your posture is truly beautiful."

"If you practice hard, you can do it too. Want to practice together and chat?"

"I'd like that."

I began practicing by imitating her posture. Lifting one leg while keeping my body perfectly still was much harder than it looked, and even practice proved difficult.

"Put more strength into the leg that's on the ground and pay attention to shifting your center of gravity."

"Like this?"

"Yes, that's the way."

Following Jerry's advice, I repeated the practice to perfect a beautiful running form.

"Hnn, it's really not easy."

"Still, you have talent. Your lower body strength is impressive."

"Thank you."

"At this rate, you might even win a race someday."

"What do you get if you win?"

"You receive free time to run as much as you want."

"That sounds nice."

Being locked in the stable made me want to run. Maybe they didn't let us out to pasture so we could release that desire during races.

"There's a race once a week, and they pick the winner based on individual records. Other mares might interfere, but if your skill is superior, it doesn't matter."

"I see."

So races were held every seven days. It made sense—holding them every day would be too much ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠of a burden on both the guests and the mares.

After that, days of mare training continued. During free practice time I ran together with Jerry in the neighboring stall, and under the trainer's guidance I also practiced pulling a carriage. During this time I learned how the nanobots operated. When I ran as a mare, they released pleasure substances into my brain while simultaneously blocking Master's voice so I could focus solely on running. They also acted on my muscles, strengthening the muscle cells. Though the period was still short and the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠effects weren't dramatic yet, thinking about long-term application explained why the other mares' muscles were so well-developed.

On the fourth day, I was now in the midst of proper carriage-pulling training, running according to the trainer's instructions.

"Always pay attention to the reins! You need to understand how much to move based on the pulling force and direction!"

"Huff!"

Because I was blindfolded and couldn't see ahead, I had to run entirely according to the reins' guidance, which was quite difficult. I had to focus on the reins, my posture, and my speed all at once—it was overwhelming.

"Focus! Your speed is dropping!"

Crack!

"Mmph!"

The whip struck my buttocks without mercy. The burning pain made me push harder with my legs and increase my speed. Running fast without being able to see ahead was frightening, so I had unconsciously slowed down.

"Trust your rider completely! A mare just needs to empty her mind and run, believing only in her rider!"

"Haa, haa."

Saliva dripped from my mouth along with my rough breathing, but I didn't care since sweat was already streaming down my entire body. Whether the nanobots were actively working or not, the pleasure grew stronger the more I ran, and strength surged into my legs and hips. Aah, it was euphoric.

Crack!

"Mmm!"

"Snap out of it! Honestly, if you don't whip these mares even a little, they immediately sink into pleasure and do whatever they want!"

The burning pain heating my buttocks brought my mind back from the pleasure. Caught between pleasure and pain, I maintained my focus and concentrated on running. I pushed off the ground with my legs, lifted them at the proper angle, kept my upper body straight, and adjusted direction according to the movement of the reins. My breasts swayed with the running motion, but the chest protector the trainer had put on me absorbed some of the movement.

Crack! Crack!

"You're almost around! Final spurt!"

"Huu!"

At the instruction that it was the final straight, I ran straight ahead with all my strength. The more I focused solely on running, the more endless pleasure surged to fill my mind, sending me into ecstasy. Haah, haah, as expected—running feels amazing!

Crack!

"Stop! Halt!"

"Mmmph!"

The whip struck my buttocks and brought me back to my senses just before climax. I gradually reduced my speed as instructed. Stopping abruptly could cause a collision with the carriage following behind, so I had to slow down slowly. Finally coming to a stop and gasping for breath, I heard the trainer's praise.

"Only your fourth day of training and already this kind of record! Truly remarkable. If you grow well, you could become the greatest mare in the history of human-horse racing."

"Huu, huu."

The trainer stroked my head as if praising me, then said "but" and swung the whip.

Crack!

"Mmph!"

"Even if running gives you sexual pleasure, you must never climax. You almost came right at the end, didn't you? Climaxing in that situation could lead to a serious accident. Remember that."

Crack!

"Mmm."

"A mare is a being that must never climax during a race. Train yourself to suppress your own climax."

Crack!

"Answer!"

"Mmph!"

My body, heated from running, gradually cooled with each strike of the whip. Ugh, the whip Kate used hurt but still brought pleasure, yet the trainer's whip was so painful there was no room for pleasure at all. Aah, she hit me again.

"Don't move your hips. When you're harnessed to the carriage and stopped, you must maintain a submissive posture no matter the situation. The audience comes to see beautiful mares race."

"Mmm."

"Good, you're being obedient. Now go inside and rest."

The android waiting nearby unfastened the carriage connection from the corset and led me away by the reins. I was still blindfolded, but I had grown accustomed enough to follow the reins' guidance well. After being washed at the cleaning station, I was brought back to my stall in the stable. Once the android removed the blindfold and bit gag and left, I lay down on the bedding and felt the fatigue in my leg muscles. Whew, when I got excited while running, I ended up pushing my muscles to their limit. As I rested for a moment, Master's voice came through.

'Finally connected again. Did your training go well?'

'Yes, Master.'

'Normally the nanobots don't react, but the moment you act "as a mare," they respond immediately. So the activation keyword really is "mare," huh.'

'Then it's not particularly dangerous, is it?'

'Mm, since they don't activate normally, maybe we can say that? It's ambiguous.'

To act as a mare, one needed the corresponding outfit and posture, so under normal circumstances there would be no opportunity for activation. In that case, it should be safe, right? While I was nodding to myself, Master took control of the body. After checking here and there, she spoke.

'Not being able to move my arms is so inconvenient.'

'Even without hands and arms, daily life isn't a problem, is it?'

'As a mare, maybe. But I'm a human and a dairy cow. Not being able to use my hands is driving me crazy.'

My arms, fixed behind my waist to the corset for nearly five days, were gradually losing sensation. After complaining about the inconvenience for a while, Master said "You take control" and returned authority to me. During my mare life these days, except when eating, I was almost always the one moving Master's body. It seemed she had grown comfortable enough with having a body that she increasingly left bothersome tasks to me compared to the beginning, so the time I spent in control had increased overall. While I was lightly stretching to loosen my muscles, I heard Jerry calling from the neighboring stall.

"Elisha~"

"Yes, Jerry."

I stood up and looked into the next stall. Jerry spoke while examining my posture with half-lidded eyes.

"Even the way you stand with your feet together and your back straight is becoming more and more like a proper mare. Show me the submissive posture."

The mare's submissive posture involved spreading the legs shoulder-width apart, bending the knees slightly, and presenting the intimate area clearly. With high heels and a corset on, it wasn't an easy pose, but after constant practice I could assume it naturally. After checking my posture, Jerry spoke.

"Pretty pussy. Now try walking."

"Yes."

At Jerry's instruction, I kept my head and upper body fixed and lifted one leg so it brushed the opposite knee before stepping forward in a straight line, walking slowly. This model-like walking posture was the basic walking form for a mare. The natural, pronounced sway of the hips created an attractive, fluid line characteristic of a mare's gait. As I walked around the stall, Master spoke.

'Even the way mares walk is prescribed. How troublesome.'

'Mm, unlike dairy cows, mares have to look pretty for the audience.'

'It's true that when you look at the mares' postures and movements, they're beautiful.'

After circling the stall about twice, Jerry spoke.

"You really do have talent. Your figure is good too, so you're even more beautiful. I'm jealous."

"You're pretty too, Jerry."

"My breasts are too small. They need to bounce more if I want the audience to like me."

Jerry sighed while looking down at her own chest. It was true that compared to the other mares, Jerry's breasts were on the smaller side. Thanks to the nanobots, the mares had firm, perky breasts that swayed enticingly with every step while running, and since that bounce was considered one of a mare's charms, larger breasts were envied. Jerry, who had been looking gloomy while gazing at her chest, perked up and spoke brightly again.

"There's a race in two days. You're going to participate, right?"

"It seems the trainer plans to enter me."

"Let's have a good race. It's a competition, but we're all mares."

"Yes. Please take care of me."