BAD ENDING 004: The Tamed Mare
“Uh… wha…? Why am I even here in the first place… ahiit…?!”
Even Riri, so absorbed in the training that she forgot to stroke her hair, could only stare. Sonia’s breasts were coated in a broad sheen of sweat, her pink areolae gleaming slick and glossy.
Ten times, five times, three times… and then just once. A single stroke down the golden blonde hair that fell to her waist was all it took to drop Sonia straight back into a docile, tamed state.
Military Horse Sonia now looked exactly like a warhorse whose stamina had bottomed out, ready to be shoved into a monster storage box.
Riri wanted to shove a Military Horse contract under her nose right that second, but the first time she had ever floated two hearts above a subject made her curious—just how high could the count climb?
“Tell me every single worry Sonia is thinking right now. We’re going to blow them all away…♡”
Already the form of address had shifted from “Sonia unnie” to plain “Sonia.” The D-class hero’s title was gone.
(Because from now on Sonia and I are going to be Military Horse and trainer writing a contract as equals…)
“So say it, Sonia. Spit it out and forget every worry… How about it? Chest out proudly, just like a Military Horse! Pretend you’re slotting them right in here!”
“Yes… yeheh… yeees…♥ Twist my nipples… ehehe…”
The word “Military Horse” alone had sent her over the edge; her waist had tilted back a fraction. Now Sonia thrust it forward again, proudly presenting her chest. Exactly as Riri’s “command” ordered, she fitted her nipples precisely into the gap between Riri’s fingers—spread just wide enough to grip a plump grape.
At the whisper of Riri’s voice, Sonia’s mouth opened of its own accord and let the worries inside her heart spill out.
The last faint hesitation of a hero melted away under the sensation of her erect nipples being turned like dials across that slippery, glossy surface.
“When I get Riri’s massages… every time I think of Riri… my chest goes weird and… I… I…♡ I feel like I’m going to stop being Sonia…♡”
“…♥”
It was the kind of honest report from Military Horse Sonia that instantly blew away Riri’s worry about whether she needed to peel off the black cloth blindfold just to check the heart-shaped pupils.
“If Riri-nim touches me… I’m scared I’ll stop being Sonia… But… if you don’t touch me either… I hate that… and if I feel even more I’ll get scared…♡”
(Taming success…?)
The D-class hero’s voice had turned into a spoiled whine; she was leaning back unprotected, offering her spine. Riri was certain the taming had taken.
Every time she flicked her fingers and smeared another bead of sweat across Sonia’s breasts, filling her own little nest with sweet moans, Riri gazed at this Military Horse with pure affection.
“In that case, whether Sonia feels it or doesn’t feel it, it’s the same… so body and heart, leave everything to me, Riri. Like this…”
Riri moved the fingers into which Sonia herself had pressed her nipples. She pinched, gently tugged, then released them with a soft tok. She watched the second heart gauge above Sonia climb a little higher.
Riri’s fingers glided down the smooth, soft belly, past the navel that had been remodeled into an obscene plug port, and toward the lewd cleft where the racing suit had already been eaten deep.
Still embracing Sonia from behind with an arm around her waist, she pressed over the competition suit that was already soaked and beginning to dig in.
“Ah… aht… ah… blindfold… there… you can’t… but…♡”
Riri’s fingers crossed the soft yet firm plane of Sonia’s belly. The moment Sonia realized where those fingers were headed, she instinctively—yet far too naturally—tried to close her thighs. That same instant Riri nipped her earlobe and whispered:
“Sonia, this is a ‘command.’ Spread your legs wide for me. Otherwise I can’t keep massaging… right?”
“Yes, Riri-nim…♡”
Before the startled thighs could even finish closing against the approaching fingers, the command landed. Sonia immediately spread her legs again, baring her thighs completely so the racing suit could sink even deeper.
At last Riri-nim’s fingers touched the cleft of the dark-purple racing suit that had been prepared for a power-type mare idol—fabric already so wet it was turning nearly black.
“Ah… aaht…♡”
Without even a powerless sound of resistance, female Military Horse Sonia began to feel Riri-nim’s fingers with her entire body simply because they had been laid atop the suit.
“You’re this sopping wet… completely soaked, aren’t you…? Hmm… I’d say Sonia’s already too late… opening her entrance this obscenely wide… a fully aroused Military Horse Sonia, aren’t you…?”
“Haah… haah…♡ Military Horse…? Military Horse…♡”
“If I only play with your chest, the bottom starts to feel neglected. Frustration isn’t good. You need to focus.”
As if confirming the state of the girl who could only moan meaninglessly, Riri murmured to herself. She never stopped her fidgeting exploration over the eaten-in racing suit, tapping and stroking along the cleft as though rewriting it.
“Sonia’s twitching too… does it feel that good?”
“Yeees… it feels good…♡ Aht…♡ I-if you suddenly pull my chest at the same time… blindfold…♡”
She had brought the hero who saved her into her own home, dropped her into a charmed state, and was now lewdly toying with her. The guilt or sense of transgression that should have existed simply did not exist for Riri.
As a genius trainer she had already finished rationalizing: her own income plus that of a championship mare idol versus some middling D-class hero. Far from guilt, she was nearly being charmed herself by the E-cup breasts while watching Military Horse Sonia’s second heart fill almost to the brim.
Before pushing her fingers in, Riri felt the tiny, lewd movements of the Military Horse. Deliberately she snared Sonia’s wrist and guided it so the girl’s own fingers rested lightly atop hers.
“Sonia’s pussy… it’s this desperate to go, see? Soaked this thoroughly… Look? A lewd pussy that has no intention of stopping…♡ An uncontrollably overflowing lewd Military Horse Sonia…♡”
“Uu… lewd Military Horse… th-this kind of… I… hnnk…♡ Ah… auhht… nnh…♡”
Riri deliberately repeated the words “lewd Military Horse” so Sonia would hear them clearly.
Next, of course, she laid her fingers over the racing suit that was already wedged into the lewd cleft and pushed in—slowly, yet without the slightest hesitation. Sonia bit her lip lightly and endured, showing the face of a lewd Military Horse.
(Sonia deliberately holding back is… so cute too…♡)
“Tell me where you want to be touched, Sonia…♡ Oh, right! This is a ‘command.’ Tell me exactly which part you want touched.”
“Ah… okay… Riri-nim…”
At the word “command,” Sonia thrust her chest out proudly in the Military Horse posture and answered honestly.
Spreading her legs even wider so Riri-nim’s inserted fingers could move freely, she began to explain exactly like a Military Horse that already belonged to Riri.
“Ah… ah… th-that… earlier… with your nail… up… higher… th-th… there… please…♡”
Sonia lowered her hips a little more, pressing her body tighter against Riri, and tapped her own lower belly with a finger as if trying to show the exact spot to the finger that had entered while still wrapped in the stretchy, wet racing-suit fabric.
With only a thin layer of skin between them, Riri’s finger and Sonia’s finger met.
The instant Riri’s finger—still sheathed in the racing suit and buried in the lewd pussy—felt the confirming pressure of the newly tamed Military Horse’s finger through that single membrane of skin, a third heart rose above Sonia’s head.
(Th-three…? Even if it’s a special privilege that only works on Military Horses… this is… incredible…!)
Riri’s ability-enhancement privilege that only worked on Military Horses. Even though it had only worked “a little” on ordinary mares, until she met a real Military Horse it had been famous as an “amazing” power that could raise triple-crown mares.
(…What the hell were all those single-star championships even…)
If the enhancement effect scaled with the number of hearts floating above the head, then this Military Horse would dominate the field so completely that the previous mares—who had barely scraped wins with a single heart—would not even be in the same conversation.
Imagining the future she would open together with a Military Horse of such enormous potential, Riri could not hide her excitement. She began kneading the steamed-bun-like breasts—so delicious she could almost drool—even more roughly, and Sonia answered with sweet moans.
(Championship is a given… but how do I put more weight on the idol side… redesign every costume? No… win first and go straight into idol performances… then I should contact the organizers first…)
While painting the future, Riri unconsciously kept fondling Sonia’s steamed-bun breasts. She also never forgot to stir the lewd pussy with her fingers still wrapped in the racing suit. It was a vivid pleasure on a completely different level from any virtual-reality experience program or the dirty videos on Nebulix.