Mare Training: Warhorse Conditioning
There was no other way to explain it. The irrational pleasure of exposure had long since outstripped mere shame, and at last had flowered into the filthy delusion that I am a mare being broken in right now.
This girl named Sonia possessed such flawless aptitude that one could declare without the slightest exaggeration that she had been born for no purpose other than to become a Military Horse!
(A mare… a female… a female horse… being displayed like this… my nipples are tingling…♡ If you put that restraint suit back on me now… my nipples would be crushed flat… nngh…♡)
Her mouth stayed tightly shut, yet a smile of an entirely different kind of rapture rose across Sonia's face. Toward the girl who had naturally thrust out her chest and risen onto her tiptoes, the spirit cried out in a voice thick with emotion.
"I shall have thee demonstrate, here and now, what matters most of all to a Military Horse!"
Once more the spirit loosed a brown ray of light at Sonia's body with a sharp cry of "Hyaaah!"
"Having chosen to receive Military Horse training — I shall ensure thou never once regrets it…! Hyaaah…!"
Pong?!
The brown ray struck Sonia square on. Brown smoke billowed up and then scattered, as though a gigantic balloon stuffed full of donkey fur had burst right before their eyes.
A moment later, Sonia reappeared from within the smoke. At a glance, she did not seem to have changed much at all.
She brushed away the brown, thread-like strands that had settled on her fair skin — probably the spirit's own fur. She had taken the full force of a brown ray thick with flying fluff, yet she felt no change whatsoever.
She cupped her swaying breasts and lifted them slightly, checking whether anything had happened lower down — but the only thing she found was the Military Horse spirit gazing down at the top of her head with a look of deep satisfaction.
Eek…?! Hih? …Huh? Nothing's changed… has it? …Above my head…?
Following the spirit's pointing finger, Sonia raised a hand to her golden hair.
She traced her way up the long cascade that fell to her waist, carefully feeling the spot where, long ago, the Hero Association had once affixed cat-ear parts.
…Soft…? Squish… squuush… soft?! Flap-flap…!
Flap-flap…?
"Ahem! Precisely so. Flap-flap, indeed. Are they not truly beautiful? For a Military Horse, many things matter, of course… but first and foremost, one must be a Military Horse, must one not, Sonia!"
"Th-this is what?!"
She did not scream Kyaaah! — but Sonia, who until now had kept her mouth sealed and conversed only in her heart, finally opened it and asked aloud.
That was how shaken she was. After a brief thoughtful hmm, the spirit conjured a large mirror in midair with magic and held it up for her, reflecting that, given the cultural differences of Sonia's world, a reaction of this magnitude was only natural.
"These… aren't… ears, are they?"
"Indeed they are! These are the indispensable charming point of a Military Horse… the charming point itself! Fear not!"
In the mirror, a genuine pair of horse ears stood pricked atop her blonde hair, twitching and flapping with every shift of emotion. The Military Horse spirit, for her part, was offering an explanation laced with consideration for the other party's culture.
Compared to certain delinquent spirits who went about swindling ignorant girls with words like "contract" and "do this for me," this Military Horse spirit ranked comfortably among the top one percent of gentlemanly spirits.
"Naturally, they are not something one can simply hide or tear off, are they? Nor do I myself wish to force upon Sonia anything she does not desire. So first, calm thyself — and for the duration of this training, endure them a little while!"
Sonia stared blankly at her reflection in the magical mirror the spirit had handed her.
Between the strands of golden hair plastered to her forehead with sweat, something unmistakably non-human stood pricked and alert.
Where the cold mechanical communication parts issued by the Megacorp Hero Association ought to have been, a pair of brown ears covered in soft living down had sprouted with a soft pong.
They resembled the ones the Military Horse spirit herself possessed, yet the way they moved of their own accord atop Sonia's head made it clear she had taken one more step away from ordinary humanity.
A strange, sweet sense of reality washed through her entire body. It felt as though she had truly become a lowly mare.
Sonia's fantasies veered off in yet another absurd direction. What, exactly, was the difference between a horse beastfolk, a mare, and a Military Horse?
(Thinking about that right now isn't going to produce an answer, is it…?)
In the end she settled for an ambiguous, thoroughly impractical conclusion — something along the lines of the ontological difference between a part-time bunny girl working the entertainment district and an actual rabbit beastfolk.
That was far easier to manage than the present chaos.
"Th-these really can come off later, right?!"
"Stand up straight, Sonia!"
Before Sonia could spiral into panic and ask again, the Military Horse spirit struck first.
At the explanation that a Military Horse's imposing exterior was also of great importance, Sonia nodded as if she had no choice and accepted the bizarre situation.
Y-yes…!
At the spirit's booming command, Sonia's body moved in conditioned reflex.
With the modest farm buildings visible beyond the broad open field as her backdrop, she thrust her chest forward like a well-trained warhorse.
Both wrists still angled behind her back as though bound by invisible cords, and she rose onto her tiptoes, barely keeping her swaying center of balance. Sonia's mind was already flooded with lewd and blasphemous fantasies.
Without a single restraint suit, without any posture-correcting training gear, Sonia held that humiliating, thrilling pose by will alone.
Her enormous, swaying breasts resisted gravity with elastic force, flaunting an overwhelming presence. High above, a gigantic carrot-shaped login bonus floated serenely in the sky.
Sonia thought of the twenty-nine days still remaining after today, and quietly waited for the spirit's next words.
"Ahem! Precisely. As thou hast already grasped, that login-bonus carrot is the powerful and pure stat bonus conferred by the Military Horse privilege. Of course — from this moment, we shall verify whether thou art worthy to fully consume this Military Horse carrot!"
Aha…! So that's what you mean? It isn't that simply obtaining the Military Horse privilege automatically raises your stats…
The magical carrots earned through training — permanent stat-boosting consumables — when eaten, caused the resulting increases to display in the system as the "Military Horse Privilege." The spirit nodded in satisfaction at Sonia's sharp deduction.
Then she solemnly declared that, for the sake of proper training, she would now remake Sonia's constitution from the very foundation.
Gently stroking the brown mare ears that fluttered atop Sonia's head as if to soothe them, the spirit explained in a calm voice.
"To begin Military Horse training and fully receive its power, I shall now personally insert this 'Military Horse Privilege' into the privilege list within thy heart, Sonia… Oho. 'A privilege that keeps the tongue from shriveling even when eating potato chips,' is it… What in the world are potato chips? …No. Knowing would only make me yearn for them, so speak not of it! Simply accept it as it is!"
Ah… understood! Ah… aaah…?
"My thanks! Sonia. Then I begin!"
With the spirit's confident reply, a strange sensation began to pierce Sonia's entire body. She had vaguely expected something from the moment the spirit settled softly beside the newly sprouted mare ears on her head.
Even if she had known in advance, there was no chance Sonia would have refused such a bizarre and perverse procedure. Expectation and actual experience, however, belonged to entirely different dimensions.
"Wh… where is it going in… ooooh… ohgok… ogogok…♥ …Bleeh… hihit… hit?! …♥ Ahaha…?! Ha… not there… hiiit… ah… aah?! Ah… heeeh… fufu… fuhihit…♥ Bleeeh…"
Into the horse ears pricked atop Sonia's golden hair — into the delicate, sensitive-looking ear canal — the spirit's small, slender fingers slid smoothly, slipping deeper.
It was no mere touch. From finger to fist, from wrist to elbow… utterly ignoring the physical laws of reality, the spirit's arm drove endlessly, mercilessly, into Sonia's head without stopping.
At last, all the way to the spirit's shoulder — nearly the whole of that small body — was completely sucked into Sonia's second ear.
"…♡"
Sonia's consciousness drifted far away. The sensation of her skull being packed full of something hard and hot, the terrible yet ecstatic feeling of a foreign presence combing through every fold of her brain, left her whole body on the verge of paralysis.
"Hmm-hmm… so that is what potato chips are! Most intriguing!"
"Bleeeh… heeeh… heng…! Hihit…?! Ha… hahat… het… hihit… it…"
The spirit's arm had already plunged deeper than Sonia's entire head was tall. And yet Sonia's outward appearance remained perfectly intact. No — more than intact.
The spirit read Sonia's status aloud one entry at a time, murmuring personal evaluations. With each one she wriggled the hand she had thrust into the ear, and with each movement a faint light charged with the spirit's power flickered.
That light leaked straight out through Sonia's slightly unfocused golden eyes, illuminating her face with the eerie glow of an old amber lamp.
"Ha… et… hahat… het… more… more… please…♥ Please…♥"
From the mouth of Sonia, who until then had stood like a broken doll that had forgotten how to speak, a pitiful plea finally burst forth.