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Jena made sense. Talion was a quick-witted and exceedingly clever horse. But even he couldn't easily comprehend the scene unfolding before his eyes right now.
Originally, Talion had come from fine bloodlines. Unlike other horses, he'd been born with pure white fur without a single blemish and a mane as beautiful as spun gold. Thanks to that, he'd naturally realized he was far more beloved by humans than his fellow steeds.
Talion had met his owner, Jena, when he was exactly one year old. His master, who shared his golden hue, effortlessly commanded people far larger than she was. The intelligent Talion quickly grasped the human hierarchy and sensed that this girl named Jena held a rather high status.
After that, Talion's life had always been peaceful. He refused to let anyone but his young mistress ride him, and she seemed delighted by his behavior. Whether due to her orders or not, the other humans watched him carefully and brought him the freshest foods.
That peaceful life began to change just a few days ago. His mistress had embarked on a long journey to some filthy village, and that's when she'd handed his reins to some country bumpkin. Talion had tried to shake him off as usual. Sure, the insolent rider might get a little hurt, but nothing like that had ever caused problems before.
"How dare you, you beast!"
He'd kicked up his legs with gusto and twisted his body, but the bumpkin didn't fall off. Instead, he exuded a killing intent so sharp it froze Talion's heart. Born in a stable in the imperial capital, Talion had never encountered a predator, but this must have been the terror other horses described. An instinctive fear he couldn't comprehend with his mind.
Talion had behaved that day purely out of survival instinct.
Hiiing.
But he couldn't understand why that man and his mistress had come for him in the dead of night. Moreover, his usually noble mistress had stripped off even the clothes covering her body—where had she sold them?
If that had been all, Talion might have made some sense of it. Unlike their skin-bound fur, humans could change their "leather" hides at will. Perhaps the human season for shedding had arrived.
"Hiiing! I, I want the hero to ride me... hiihing... I want... hiiing!"
But seeing his mistress crawl around on all fours, mimicking his whinnies, was beyond anything Talion could grasp.
* * *
Rewind time to late that night.
As promised, Jena stood no night watch. She headed to the hero's tent, fully aware of her pussy growing wetter by the second. She couldn't imagine what he planned to do to her, having cleared out even her subordinates.
Could he mean to shove his cock in me right there among the other tents?
The thought of her men catching sight of that made her want to bite her tongue and die. Yet imagining herself exposed and defiled before her men sent shivers of perverse pleasure racing through her brain.
"...Hero. It's Jena."
Standing before his tent, she spoke with utmost courtesy. Even she couldn't believe how deferential her tone was. Surprised by her own change, she still felt a twisted thrill at her submission to him.
Is this what it feels like to be a woman in love?
Anyone hearing that would call it madness, but Jena believed it sincerely. Having never known true love, she could only conclude that this all-consuming excitement was it.
"Your men?"
The hero emerged from the tent with his usual impassive face and asked her directly.
Blushing, Jena reported that she'd dismissed them all.
"Good. Let's go."
He grabbed her hand and led her off. The sudden touch made her heart pound like it was broken.
He took her to the makeshift stable with Talion and the other horses. Jena tilted her head at the unexpected spot.
And in that moment, a beautiful drama played out in her mind.
Come to think of it, Talion connected the hero and me...
It wasn't true at all, but Jena's blissful delusions were already twisting her memories.
A proposal before her white steed. Nothing grand, but it had a certain romance to it.
Ah, where should we marry? No, will Father approve? But he's the hero... No, wait, Jena. Are you really satisfied with a man like this? Satisfied? What cock could satisfy me more? How many kids? Maybe I'm already pregnant...
As her mind spun wild fantasies, the hero watched her quietly. Then, glancing between Talion and her face, he began to move.
His fingertips reached for her hair. Gripping it tight, he whispered low in her ear.
"Be honest. You were jealous of that horse, weren't you?"
"...Huh?"
"You got excited watching me grab its mane before. That's why you've been begging me to yank your hair, right?"
* * *
"N-No way... Or, is that it?"
At my words, Jena stared at me blankly and asked. She didn't even grasp her own feelings.
I smirked at her confusion. The audience had arrived, so no reason to delay the show.
"Strip, Jena."
"...Yes."
The stable was a bit away from the camp where her soldiers slept, but she obeyed without hesitation, shedding her clothes. She glanced nervously toward the camp now and then, pausing—but oddly, each hesitation seemed to excite her more, her hands moving faster.
"Truth is, you're not a bitch in heat."
"...Th-Then what?"
"I think you wanted to be that precious horse you pamper so much."
She tilted her head, utterly lost. I shot her an exasperated look and spat it out bluntly.
"Tell me. Would you rather I ride you, or that horse?"
"Hnnn..."
Her eyes glazed over as she looked between the horse and me, letting out a lewd moan. Just being compared to her mount turned her on.
I crossed my thighs, smiling at her gaze, and asked kindly.
"Answer me, Jena."
"...Of course, ride me."
"Yeah?"
She nodded frantically. For a split second, she looked almost cute, but I wasn't about to forgive her over something so trivial.
"Then get on all fours so I can mount you."
"Y-Yes."
She dropped to her knees just like earlier that day, sprawling on the ground like a bitch and thrusting out her ass. It was arousing enough, but I wanted something more novel.
"Jena. Don't horses have higher backs than dogs?"
"Ah..."
She got it instantly, spreading her legs, hands on the ground, and presenting her pussy. With shorter arms than legs, she looked unstable—but that made her dripping slit even more visible and exciting.
"P-Please. Ride me, Jena, instead of that horse over there, Hero."
"Is that what you want?"
I stroked her perfectly positioned pussy and asked again. Her soaked folds dripped steadily. Slipping a finger in, her experienced walls clenched fiercely around it.
"Haak... haaa... More than that horse, make me please you... hnnng!"
"Neigh like a horse, Jena."
"Hiiing... Jena's pussy tastes better than any horse, Hero. Hiiing!"
I watched her imitate her cherished steed and slowly undid my pants. When a woman calls her own pussy delicious, it's only right for a hero to sample it.