BAD ENDING 004: The Tamed Mare
"Hngh…♥ Th-this… this is it… this is the climax Riri-nim gives me…♡ Ah… I'm still twitching… trembling…♡"
"…Ah… four… four of them… So… Sonia… unnie? Wait just a moment!"
As the third heart filled to overflowing with obedience toward Riri-nim and loyalty as a military horse, and a fourth heart popped into existence, Riri finally managed to collect herself.
She jotted Register Sonia for the next racing event! into the notepad of her mind, then gently pushed Sonia aside and rose from the sofa.
(She's already fully prepared… calling her unnie at this point shouldn't be a problem…)
The contract still mattered, of course — but Sonia already seemed like a four-star military horse. Riri resolved to finish the process properly.
She decided to bring out her secret treasure — something she had only ever used when contracting other mares, and when those same mares tried to flee after unilaterally declaring the contract void.
She hadn't used it in so long that hunting it down in the storage room took a little time. When Riri returned to the living room, where her trained military horse waited with her legs spread on the sofa, her hands held several special items.
First, a comfortable button-fastened leather blindfold coiled around Riri's arm — a replacement for the black cloth blindfold that had covered the eyes of the proud, chest-thrusting military horse Sonia. Next, leather restraints that ran from the tips of the toes all the way up the thighs.
Holes punched through the thigh sections allowed them to lock in place, and they gleamed as a matching set with the wrist cuffs Riri also carried — finishing tools, polished to a shine. Last of all, a wearable electric vibrator set.
But the lewd military horse Sonia reacted to the finishing tools Riri had brought without putting them on…
"Haaah…♡ …Ahn… aha…♡ Nipples… nippples… aha…♡"
In the brief time Riri had been gone, D-class hero Sonia had been unable to hold herself back. She had torn off the cloth blindfold and flung it aside, undone her combat uniform, and now lay beneath Riri's living-room sofa, tapping her own swollen nipples with her fingertips.
She had cast off the bothersome skirt and chest covering of her combat uniform, using her long blonde hair as a rug against the floor, and now did nothing but tap her nipples — a lewd mare named Sonia. The reason she deliberately avoided groping her breasts roughly or slipping her fingers into her panties was so that she wouldn't climax outright…
"I-if I do this… I feel like I'll go over… so I can't… I can feel so much more this way…♡"
When a flustered Riri dropped the finishing tools on the floor and demanded to know what she thought she was doing, the lewd military horse answered carefully in a trembling voice on the very edge of climax.
"Sonia… unnie…?"
"Yeees… Riri… nim…♡"
"Sonia unnie, do you remember… what I told you before I left?"
"To wait just like that… ah… Riri-nim…♡ Haaah… aha…♡"
Lying on her back on someone else's living-room floor, Sonia kept repeating the kind of act only a pervert would perform — tapping her nipples with her fingertips, then stopping, all to maintain that dizzying, pre-orgasmic throb.
Even allowing for the time it had taken, looking down at a four-heart hero who had so carelessly stripped off her combat uniform, sprawled on the floor, and started masturbating her own nipples…
"…Honestly… she's so lewd, but… ugh… Sonia unnie really is…"
A lewd military horse who radiated the scent of a bitch in heat just from being looked down on by the standing Riri. Coexisting in Riri were the urge to torment that horse right then and there — and the gaze that compared this irredeemable masochistic pervert of a female to the hero Sonia who had once helped her out of pure goodwill.
"Haa… is my lewd military-horse unnie a perverted mare who can't even follow orders properly? I'm truly disappointed, but… even a mare like this needs managing, doesn't she…?"
Riri planted her bare foot on Sonia's golden hair and pressed down — firmly, but lightly. It was less about pain than about clearly teaching the relationship between military horse and trainer.
Riri kept her foot on the head of a hero whose lightest kick could floor two grown adults, and even twisted it slightly. A dangerous act — yet thanks to the cloth blindfold the lewd masochistic military horse had torn off herself, those golden eyes were fully exposed.
"Ri… Riri-nim's foot…♡"
In those golden eyes, distinct heart-shaped pupils had risen. The hearts floating above Sonia's head — tokens of affection, or perhaps indicators of how thoroughly Riri's military-horse training specialty skill had taken hold.
"Sonia unnie is a careless military horse, isn't she? Military horses need managing. Didn't the Spirit teach you that? A military horse has to learn all sorts of things for the master she must serve… isn't that right?"
(…I think that was it… the Spirit said a military horse has to learn everything… for her master…)
"That's right…♡"
That was as much as Sonia — heart-shaped pupils floating in dazed eyes — could recall. Even as she answered Riri, her fingers kept moving, trying to hold her climax gauge steady. Nipples that had gone stiff and pink under the endless tapping.
Even while Riri looked down and questioned her with a faintly contemptuous gaze, Sonia kept tapping, maintaining her arousal gauge. A shadow began to fall across the face of the genius trainer Riri.
Instinct — the urge to torment a lewd masochistic military horse — mixed with curiosity about whether a fifth heart would form, and with the calculated intent of a trainer guiding the finishing stage.
"Ah… aah…?"
Sss… tap.
First, Riri used the bare foot that had been pinning the masochistic mare's golden hair to shove aside the fingers that had been teasing those nipples.
"Sonia unnie isn't a mare who needs managing… she's a military horse who needs a master, isn't she? Thrust your chest out proudly! Is tapping your nipples like some shameful little thing what a military horse is supposed to do?"
Riri's voice still rang with a childish lilt, but the weight of command inside it slid down Sonia's spine and spread through her nervous system like a paralyzing toxin.
This was no simple scolding. It was a trainer's instinct carved deep into bloodline — a dominator's declaration that would cut a wild being into a perfect possession.
The sound waves passed the eardrums and struck the most primitive regions of the brain, directly shaking the circuits that governed pleasure and submission — an irresistible suggestion.
Riri came from a culture that regarded military horses not as mere livestock but as comrades-in-arms and property. She had never been a noble young lady, so she had never held a military horse's reins herself or stroked a rough mane.
Fate had opened the path of "genius trainer" to ordinary girl Riri. While she trained countless mare-girls and drew their potential to the absolute limit, the philosophy of domination had soaked deep into her soul.
The moment she first saw Sonia, Riri had pierced straight to her essence. A body lush and springy with vitality, set against a mind endlessly fragile, and those obedient eyes. That was never the look of a D-class hero.
A noble wild military horse of the finest bloodline who had simply never met her master. Experience and talent etched into Riri's body flared like warning lights and instantly assessed Sonia's worth.
The Horse Spirit was no longer at Sonia's side. The spirit who had hidden a sadistic nature behind the form of a cute SD character had finished her role and gone home.
The spirit had taught the basics of a military horse's posture and mindset, but she had never taught how to serve a true master. In this world there was no one to teach that advanced course, and no reference material either.
Riri needed none of that. Like unsealing forgotten memories, concrete plans for completing Sonia as a perfect military horse flashed through her mind in a burst of light.
Riri offered a brief apology in her heart. An apology to Sonia, who was about to liquidate her worthless life as a D-class hero and begin a glorious second life as the exclusive military horse of a genius trainer.
In the next instant, the girlish softness vanished from Riri's face, and the high-handed, cold gaze of a creator looking down on her creation pierced through Sonia.
…I'm sorry, Sonia unnie! I promise you treatment incomparably better than anything a D-class hero gets! This is for your own good, too. You're still wearing a hero's cutting-edge defense suit, so this much won't leave so much as a scratch, right?
Riri's small, pale bare foot pushed Sonia's fingers aside with soft but unyielding force.
That faint gesture of resistance — the hand that had been hesitantly reaching toward her own stiffly erect nipples. Without a shred of hesitation, Riri shoved the hand away again.
She had to teach her that resistance was meaningless — that that was not the attitude a military horse should have.
Riri set her foot on the massive E-cup breasts of the female military horse lying beneath her.
The moment Riri's cool sole — chilled by the living-room floor — touched the hot flesh of a body burning with heat, a small moan burst from Sonia's lips: "Hngh…!"