BAD ENDING 004: The Tamed Mare
"Ah… ah…! Th-that spot… you can't… ah… you can't…♡ If you kiss my neck… it tickles… ahh…"
Sonia's body convulsed in thin, trembling spasms as she let out lewd little sounds. A tingling sensation like electricity raced down the length of her spine.
"A kiss? Not a peck? Oh my, don't worry, Sonia. I've never given you either a peck or a kiss. Hoo… I'm just massaging you while gently blowing air like this, see? Hehe… hoo…"
"Ah… okay…"
Instead of the natural rebuttal that she was lying, Sonia accepted it as meekly as a child and leaned even deeper into Riri.
Riri wanted nothing more than to tear off the blindfold right then and confirm Sonia's golden eyes, now glazed and unfocused — but knowing she only had one chance, she suppressed her impatience and carefully proceeded to the next stage.
(…If not here… then maybe here…?)
Holding Sonia even tighter from behind, Riri carefully explored her body — especially those voluptuous breasts. This was no mere fondling. It was a search for the most sensitive, most fatal weak point hidden within a perfect Military Horse's body.
Press…!
"Ah!? Ah…? Hah… heh… heheh…? …♡"
When she pressed the spot on the dark purple leotard competition suit where a stiffly erect nipple ought to be, Sonia suddenly held her breath and gave an interesting reaction.
Of course nipples were a weak point everyone shared, but the unique pinpoint Riri was hunting for in Sonia didn't seem to be there.
Riri continued her "massage," gently lifting those heavy breasts with both hands. Not the places Sonia usually rubbed with her own hands to soothe her loneliness, but the soft flesh of the undersides — a spot that had never received proper stimulation. Targeting one point there, she pressed firmly with her fingers and whispered like a devil into Sonia's ear.
"You can see the button on this side, Sonia? Press that and you can change clothes quickly. We don't have anything to change into, but for now, would you take off that heavy armor for me?"
"…Okay, Riri. If I… press it like this… haah…♡"
Long past any composure, Sonia exhaled in ragged, disordered breaths and moved her hands exactly as Riri instructed.
Without hesitation, she pressed the small button glowing with purple LED light at the center of her chest.
Whirrr…!
Like fabric suddenly powered and winding itself up, the upper half of the leotard that had been tightly wrapping her chest vanished with a sound.
"Ugh… incredible, but… what a waste… I wanted to admire it a little longer… You're getting me excited too, Sonia…"
Riri no longer muttered only in her mind. Still embracing Sonia, she whispered her desires in a voice just barely audible.
Freed from their sudden release of constraint, those proud, voluptuous Military Horse breasts fully revealed themselves with a soft bounce.
The pale flesh that had been slightly compressed jiggled, unable to resist gravity once the competition suit disappeared, then swayed elastically back into place befitting a trained hero's body.
"Hah, haah… touching me… however you want… feels weird…?"
"Sonia, at this point? This is a massage. Massages are supposed to feel good… so even if it's not a bra, anything covering the chest just gets in the way. That's just common sense, right? And…"
Riri's voice grew deeper and sweeter, taking on a tone like hypnosis itself.
"A Military Horse naturally presents her chest. Pushing it out proudly is a real Military Horse's pride, isn't it?"
"Th-that… now that you mention it… Riri's right…"
Those words she had heard drilled into her ears for an entire month by the Horse Spirit — now flowing from the mouth of Riri, its successor — snapped the last remaining thread of reason in Sonia's mind with a soft twang.
Even as she flinched at Riri's soft hands coming from below to firmly seize her breasts, Sonia could not defy those words.
Just as Riri had "requested," sitting on the sofa with her legs spread so wide her inner thighs were fully visible, Sonia thrust her chest forward exactly as she had been trained — as if it were an imprinted instinct.
That action pressed her breasts even harder into Riri's palms. Whether from the cold air or from shame and arousal, Sonia's nipples — beginning to swell and stiffen — tickled Riri's palms.
In an ordinary house with no magic and no strange drugs, at a single "request" from a genius trainer she had barely just met, Sonia was proudly presenting her areolae — already beginning to plump and rise — toward the blank TV screen across from the sofa.
"You can feel it even better because you can't see, right, Sonia?"
Riri deliberately avoided the nipples, lifting the entire breast to obsessively explore the undersides that were merely damp with sweat. She was searching for that special pressure point that existed only in Military Horses — the one for the greatest rewards and the most efficient training.
"Ah… there…♡ Hah… aaaah…!? Hah… haah… hah… ah…♡…"
"Mm… how is it? Right now… imagine what your breasts look like… these perfect Military Horse breasts…? This place, glistening under the room's light…♡"
While gently circling her fingers over the areolae that gleamed with sweat under the living room ceiling lights, Riri whispered endlessly into Sonia's ear.
She wanted nothing more than to bring a milking machine right then, press it against these luscious breasts, twist those still-not-fully-grown but promising nipples until it hurt, and order her to sign the contract — but it wasn't time yet.
Stroke… stroke… glide…
Before her special privilege's duration ran out, Riri gently stroked Sonia's blonde hair once more.
Until a message floated above her head reading not
but instead
— Riri carefully caressed the Military Horse's golden mane, alternating between breasts and hair. She was succeeding at taming far faster, far deeper than before.
(…It's not my imagination. I'm succeeding much faster and deeper than earlier…! J-just a little more…!)
Kidnapping or brainwashing a citizen of Sky City was clearly a crime. This was a legitimate contract entered into while both parties felt happy — Riri repeated this justification to herself countless times.
(Of course… it's legally a bit of a gray area, but people do call me a genius trainer… and this is a deal where Sonia absolutely won't lose out…!)
"Heeugh…♡"
The female Military Horse, fallen into an even higher state of taming. Sonia now sat with her legs spread and her entire chest thrust out including her nipples, just as "requested," even unconsciously swaying her hips slightly.
Just in case, Riri searched up the average income of a D-class hero. It was a pitiful sum that couldn't even compare to what her triple-crown mares had earned.
(…This is clearly a benefit for Sonia too… right? We'll split the profits exactly in half… no, I'll reduce my share and give Sonia even more… Because for me, there's something more important than money…!)
"Sonia. Could you put your arms behind your waist for me? Mmm… yes, just like that. Just like a real 'Military Horse.' Please."
"Okay… Riri…"
Sonia's body moved like a machine, yet utterly sensual. Hesitation-free obedience. In that perfect submission, Riri was certain of her victory.
(Because I have… a duty to fundamentally change the current mare idol racing…)
A firm sense of mission blazed like a flame in Riri's mind. The current mare idol racing, which had become so extremely focused on efficiency alone that every competitor wore the same personality-free blue latex bodysuits. That uniform landscape directed the audience's gaze not toward glamorous "idols," but solely toward simple speed competition — mere "horse racing."
With negative reviews pouring in that it was bland and that costume changes took too long and were inconvenient, someone had to change this stagnant flow. Riri believed that role fell to her.
(If not now, the chance might never come again… so!)
Riri's plan was bold and radical. She would make Sonia win while still wearing a heavy competition suit loaded with ornate decorations and fluorescent LEDs.
While the other mares wasted time changing costumes, Sonia would stand alone on stage and monopolize every spotlight.
Of course, the shame felt in that process would fall entirely on the mare standing on stage — but such a shocking incident would be exactly the catalyst to overturn the entire game.
This plan was more than mere personal desire; it was also a survival strategy. If mare racing collapsed as things stood, Riri — who had no particular skills or abilities to speak of in Sky City — would clearly find herself in a "considerably" difficult position.
She could not abandon her livelihood, perhaps the only job she could hold in this city: the position of mare idol trainer.