Mare Training — Warhorse Drill
"Is it… is it truly so much to ask of thee, Sonia…? Hic… Then… as an honorable Warhorse Spirit, I cannot force the matter… If it is truly beyond thee… we shall stop here… Hic…"
The spirit's voice crumpled into a wet, trembling sob almost at once. A fine shiver ran through her tiny body, vibrating against Sonia's shoulder.
N-no, that's not it…! It was just so sudden… and so embarrassing… I'm fine! You said it would all be over by morning… We're training in the forest until then, right?
Even with Sonia bound and helpless before her, the spirit made no attempt to press the training by force. She simply, quietly, respected Sonia's will.
Faced with that pure, unguarded consideration, the last of Sonia's resistance melted away like snow. Of course, having already received those extraordinary special abilities — and the technique that let her feel the other's heart — Sonia had already decided she would grit her teeth and see the training through until morning.
"Ahem… Might Sonia be a pervert, by chance? Or does she possess some hobby of being put on display? If so, I shall not stop thee, but…"
What?! N-no! Absolutely not!
Apparently, for an ordinary human who was neither a warhorse nor a mare to walk about in public wearing the gear Sonia currently had on was considered an extremely deviant act in the world the spirit came from.
The spirit went on explaining the training plan — why they had to leave the comfort of home for a forest or open field.
"As I said before. It would be splendid if the training finished in the blink of an eye, but to be reborn as a perfect warhorse requires time and proper procedure. Therefore! If we enter the spirit-space this Warhorse Spirit has specially prepared, there shall be no need to show this shameful form to anyone — nor shall the time of the real world slip away as it pleases!"
That's incredible… A spirit-space…
"Is it not magnificent…?!"
The spirit struck a peculiar pose, stretching her small body tall and thrusting out her chest. The explanation was simple enough: training would take a long time, so by entering a private spirit-space where real-world time did not flow, they could train intensively and solve everything at once.
But… didn't you say we'd train from night until morning…? If time doesn't flow at all…
"Mm! Of course I calculated the time it would take to finish training in the forest and return to this very spot. Art thou moved by my thoughtfulness?"
Even after Sonia entered the spirit-space, completed her training, and was reborn as a magnificent warhorse, real-world time would not advance — but the spirit had thoughtfully factored in the physical travel time back to Sonia's home as well.
If they were careful only on the way there, then after that, this lewd mare-training bondage suit would never have to be seen by anyone…
"Walking there in this form may strain my ability to maintain my presence… Sonia. Let us try riding that steel warhorse of thine!"
"Nngh… Hah… Mmph…?!"
A steel warhorse… Does she mean a taxi?!
Before Sonia's mental scream had even finished, the spirit deftly operated Sonia's smartphone and summoned a call taxi.
A short while later, an autonomous call taxi from a Sky City transport company glided to a silent stop at the apartment complex entrance.
"Thank you for using our service, valued customer. Please state your destination."
A cold synthetic voice issued from within. In the driver's seat sat a Humanoid with an expressionless face — a being legally classified as a 'moving household appliance.'
Sonia knew that, and yet the sight of her own lewd figure reflected in the rearview mirror made it feel as though every drop of blood in her body had rushed to her face.
With every gentle sway of the departing car, the sensation of bare buttocks sliding against the cold synthetic leather seat, and the slick stickiness of her own fluids trailing down between her thighs, dominated every one of her senses.
The pleasure born of that crushing sense of transgression left her dizzy.
"We have arrived at your destination. The fare is 3,400 credits. Payment has been processed automatically. We look forward to serving you again."
The Humanoid driver simply acted according to its programming — accepting the destination, driving the optimal route, calculating the fare. In that process, a passenger's bizarre attire or stifled moans were merely logged as 'anomalies,' and had no effect whatsoever on the Humanoid's judgment circuits.
Knowing and understanding none of that background, Sonia — still dressed in her mare-training outfit — stepped out of the taxi. The cold night air raised goosebumps along her wet thighs.
"Mm! So one simply holds the terminal up to this! What a fascinating culture! Is it not so, Sonia?"
…I could die of embarrassment…
Thanks to a Humanoid that only followed its programming, Sonia had at least been able to preserve a bare minimum of dignity. The spirit had already climbed back onto her shoulder.
With the crotch of her suit still soaked through with her own fluids, glistening under the moonlight, Sonia set off toward the mountain entrance.
The damp chill of earth wet with night dew, the dry crackle of fallen leaves tickling her bare soles, the occasional sharp bite of a small stone digging into her feet — each sensation came in turn.
Those primal stimuli made every other sense of her bound body unnaturally sharp, and above all, they made the wet, slippery feeling along her inner thighs even more vivid.
Fluttering her brown donkey ears lightly, the spirit guided her with perfect accuracy to "the place best suited for opening a portal to the spirit's private space by drawing on the power of the greenery."
To call a spirit-space into the real world, she explained, required an abundance of plant energy.
Fortunately, they reached the spot the spirit indicated without encountering any early-morning hikers.
Still clad in her mare-training bondage suit, Sonia had left her comfortable home and climbed to the mid-slope of one of Sky City's lower mountains. At the apartment door she had begged to at least be allowed shoes, but the spirit had refused flatly: "The training has already begun! A fine horse feels the earth with bare feet!"
Barefoot, wearing nothing but that lewd leotard-like bondage suit. As a hero, she was not easily pierced by thorns or cut by sharp stones — but that was not the real problem.
Every time a bead of arousal, born of tension and excitement, slid down her thigh and dripped from her toes, her whole body twitched and reacted of its own accord.
(W-walking the night roads dressed like this… and I'm getting aroused… I really am beyond saving…)
"Mm! This place will do, Sonia! Well done. The real training begins from this moment! Now watch carefully…! Hyaaah…!"
A small clearing ringed by dense greenery, with the sound of a clear stream running alongside — a place perfectly suited for training. The moment they arrived, the spirit roared from atop Sonia's shoulder.
With that battle cry, a brilliant brown beam shot from the tips of the spirit's donkey ears and tore open a shimmering portal in midair, roughly the size of a front door.
"Come! Enter at once, Sonia! Real-world time does not flow, so there is no need to worry! If thou dost not hurry, I too shall be in danger! I have spent too much power in the human realm! Quickly!"
Wh-what?! O-okay!
As if to say such important things should be mentioned sooner, Sonia — soon to become a mare — cried out in her mind. They had not even known each other a full day, and yet she already felt fond of this little spirit who so honestly laid bare her own condition.
The concept of a 'warhorse' still did not fully land for her, but Sonia threw herself toward the shimmering portal without hesitation, just as the spirit commanded.
A vague fear of entering an unknown space, and a deviant anticipation of the training she would undergo there as a 'mare,' hammered hard against her heart.
The surface of the portal offered a strange sensation, as though she were pushing through sticky, cold jelly.
The moment she stepped through, a wild air — thick with the scent of deep earth and well-dried hay, utterly unlike the night air of Sky City — flooded deep into her lungs.
Her vision went black, then slowly brightened again. Before Sonia's eyes stretched an endless, vast prairie.
(Wh-where is this…?! Whoaaa… I've never seen a field this wide in my life!)
"Ahem! Hearing thee say so gladdens this body as well, Sonia!"
Sonia was using the basic warhorse ability she had only just learned and was still unused to — conveying her will without speaking. The strange principle required her to stand on tiptoe with her chest thrust out proudly, like a warhorse, as she sent her thoughts; yet the simple fact that she could transmit her mind so clearly was endlessly fascinating.
Every time she struck that pose, the nipples beneath her bondage suit stiffened in conditioned reflex. At first she had shuddered with shame — but now it was beginning to feel like a natural, even essential, part of completing the posture.
A very faint shift in common sense was taking root deep in Sonia's heart, like the seed of a powerful brainwashing.