Mare Training: Military Horse Drills
Tap-tap…!
"…!"
The Magic Hand lightly struck the floor twice with the tip of the whip. At that short, dry sound, Sonia's body reflexively arranged itself into the perfect posture of a military horse — no one had taught her how.
It was not the product of rational judgment. It was a near-instinctive response, engraved deep into her flesh, to react to the crack of a whip.
The erection of her nipples had subsided a little since yesterday, yet they still stood out vividly through the thin training outfit as she thrust her chest forward with pride.
Far from shame, she felt something closer to pleasure as she stood ramrod straight, balanced only on the tips of her toes.
It was not her imagination. Even standing solely on her tiptoes, the soles of her feet did not hurt in the slightest. Instead, a sense of stability and explosive power surged through her lower body, as if she could take off at any moment and gallop across a vast prairie.
Huh… being a military horse… this might actually be okay…?
It was not simply a matter of her occupation becoming "military horse." In this state, baseless confidence welled up inside her — the conviction that she could solo-clear even the ordinary D-class dungeons she had once tackled with Luce's party, and do it with ease.
Even the spider monsters that had once skewered the party's porters on their sharp legs were, in Sonia's imagination now, nothing more than trivial obstacles that would burst apart from a single powerful kick of her hind legs.
Snap!
The sharp sound of the spirit flicking her fingers rang out. Sonia's mind, which had drifted off into yet another world of fantasy, was forcibly yanked back to reality.
"Hear me well, Sonia!"
"Y-yes… Yeees!"
The first rule of the month-long training course the spirit was explaining began to ring in Sonia's ears.
"Now that thou art a mare! Of course thou must follow the rules of a mare! Even when sleeping! Always remain standing! A proud military horse stands ready for her master four-and-twenty hours a day!"
"Ah… mares… sleep… standing up? Is that really possible?"
"Exactly so! A sturdy and perfect military horse can fall into deep sleep even while standing! …That said, thou need not sleep thus for the rest of thy life. Only during this training period must thou observe it thoroughly!"
The spirit showed a measure of consideration by reminding Sonia that she could return to human life once the training ended. Strict instructions not to sit or lie down like a person followed, but she did not forget to add, "only during the training… that is!"
"For food, only the carrots given as login bonuses, and the grass and leaves strewn about this place! Heh heh… this is a small gift I bestow upon thee. One of the special abilities of a military horse!"
"An ability…?"
While she was at it granting blessings, she had thrown in one more, the spirit explained with great self-satisfaction. At the words "thrown in," Sonia recalled that terrible yet ecstatic sensation of the spirit digging directly through her ear canal into her brain.
Her head spun for a moment, but she forced herself to ignore it and waited for the next explanation.
Instead of digesting grass or vegetables like a human, the special ability would instantly convert them into mana energy. That was the explanation.
She did not understand the detailed principle, but Sonia simply took it to mean that eating vegetables was good for the body.
Today's first training for mare Sonia began. With the Magic Hand firmly gripping the handle of her iron-chain collar and leash, and the small Horse Spirit perched on her shoulder, she was to drink from a clean, babbling brook without using her hands.
The glossy black restraint suit wrapped around her body like a second skin, subtly constraining every movement.
In particular, the radical design that left her buttocks fully exposed constantly stimulated her sense of shame, while simultaneously reinforcing in her mind the perverse awareness that she was "livestock under management."
As long as she wore this outfit, Sonia was no longer D-class hero Sonia of Sky City — she was merely a nameless mare.
Sonia bent forward from the chest, and with that motion her elastic, massive buttocks were exposed quite blatantly toward the sky. Aah…♡ She pressed her mouth to the clean stream water and began lapping it up.
Th-this really makes me feel like I've become a mare. Spirit… nn… heh… heheh…♡
"What strange things art thou saying, Sonia! Art thou not already a perfect female horse…? Heh heh…"
Already both of Sonia's hands were crossed behind her back at the wrists, firmly bound by a leather belt that was part of the training outfit.
Even if that restraint had been released, Sonia would not have attempted to use her hands. While she drank, her hands hung limp without the slightest movement.
Looking down at the human hands that a great military horse no longer needed, the spirit smiled with deep satisfaction at today's training results.
Time passed.
"L-like this? Or… like… this? Which posture is better, Spirit?"
"Yes, that feeling exactly! No… hmm… with breasts as large as thine, the feeling differs from other mares… Let me see… like this… how does this feel?"
As Sonia crunched away at the two carrots that were today's login bonus, the spirit meticulously corrected her posture.
Sonia's massive breasts swayed heavily with every step, yet like a body steadily trained as a hero, they maintained their natural shape without losing elasticity.
I am… a female horse… a mare… a female… because I'm a female… During training, one perfect female horse…♡
Sonia, who had begun defining herself not as Sky City's D-class hero but as a single female horse, proudly thrust her chest forward — not ashamed of the swaying, but rather enjoying it.
Swaying left and right her smooth, massive buttocks that would make anyone want to give them a smack with a whip or a palm, she walked proudly around the training ground exactly as the spirit directed.
"Ahem… this posture looks good! Remember well that letting the breasts sway is a vulgar act only lowly mares display! A proper military horse has dignified bearing befitting her station… Let us do it thus, Sonia!"
"…♥"
With her mouth blocked by a red ball gag, Sonia instead sent affirmative thoughts to the spirit while drool ran down her chin.
In less than two days, her mindset had shifted from It's embarrassing, but… I'll work hard for the special privileges…! to A mare… a female horse… a female…♡ Ah… that's right… this is all because of the special privileges…♡ — accepting the culture of another world with remarkable flexibility.
Hmm… this child Sonia will surely become a great military horse who will accomplish great things — a grand enterprise — later on! Meeting such talent is rather an honor for me!
The spirit deliberately released both the training restraint suit and the leather belt binding Sonia's hands behind her back.
Even so, Sonia stood on her tiptoes of her own accord, proudly thrusting out her chest as she walked. Watching her, the spirit foresaw the birth of a great military horse.
Time passed again, and the training was already heading toward the halfway point.
"Already halfway! This is the second double-carrot bonus!"
"Thank you for the meal… Spirit…♡"
Training day fourteen — the day she received the magic carrot login bonus that fell two at a time from the sky every week.
Sonia, who by now had quite the air of a military horse about her, deliciously accepted the two carrots the Magic Hand offered. With each crunch, sweet juice burst forth along with a crisp sound, and a warm current of mana energy spread through her blood vessels throughout her body.
It was not mere nutritional supplementation. It was a sacred ritual that remodeled Sonia's flesh from the foundation up.
Slurp… lap… crunch-crunch-crunch… gulp…
Having finished the carrots, Sonia approached the bucket placed beside the Magic Hand.
Without the slightest hesitation she bent at the waist and drank. The thought of using her hands bound behind her back did not even exist in her mind.
Barely two weeks had passed, yet she had already become a perfect mare who truly thought of herself as a real military horse.
Of course, at first she had been quite flustered by the spirit's instruction to get down and drink water like real livestock.
"H-here…?"
"Sonia, I know not what treatment the 'horses' thou knowest receive! However… as what thou shalt become is an honorable military horse… is not treatment befitting that only natural?"
The spirit skillfully used both whip and carrot. After engraving pain and submission with the whip, she always soothed Sonia's pride with words like "honorable military horse" and "noble treatment."
What the spirit pointed to was a pure silver bucket with a majestic horseshoe pattern elaborately engraved on the bottom.
This made Sonia fall into the delusion that she was not a mere slave or livestock, but a "chosen being."
It was a sophisticated psychological technique that made her dismantle her own will to resist and immerse herself even more deeply in the training.
Into that noble vessel, Sonia willingly prostrated herself and submerged her face.