This Story is written for Black Shanglan in response to the challenge of writing a lit story about a gender confused horse. I hope I stand up to the challenge well! Thank you to Neonlyte, Geronimo Appleby and Dreampilot79 for their editing help.
It was a lovely day for a ride, well at least Master thought so. Shanglan had been content to trot around the paddock and chew the hay with a few of his horsy pals but Master never took his feelings into consideration.
It's not really Master's fault, he is completely unaware of Black Shanglan's true species. He's convinced he is a mere male horse, he couldn't be anything but; then again, Master is not even sure that the horse is male. It gets awfully confusing not knowing the species or the gender. For the sake of his sanity, Master decided Black Shanglan was a horse and a male horse at that; it made life just that little step easier.
Shanglan similarly is not sure what he may be but the other horses know he isn't really one of them. Sure they tolerate him, chat with him about the quality of the grass and the lack of space but they kept their distance. Who could blame them? Shanglan certainly didn't, he wasn't sure he liked himself at times.
The one thing he knew was that he alone could read Masters thoughts and influence them. He could hear him loud and clear whether his lips moved or not and understood every nuance. His equine companions could only ever pick out a few words. He learnt early on to use this to his advantage, but not in front of the horses. Shanglan was Master's favourite mount. He looked the most impressive, his sleek black coat sparkling like jet in the sunlight, his muscles perfectly formed to ripple impressively as he gallops along. He is a prime specimen of horsiness. Apart from of course him not being a horse.
Master begins strapping on the riding contraptions. Bridle and saddle and reigns. Master is in a good frame of mind, whistling to himself and thinking of a certain young lady. To add to Shanglan's general confusion he could understand his masters arousal as he thinks of the ruddy cheeked young maiden.
Master has met up with the raven haired beauty on several occasions, each meeting becoming more and more sexually tense, and on the last meeting Master had brushed a kiss along the maiden's lips.
Shanglan enjoyed being in the maidens presence. She made him feel calm like no other being and he suspected she knew some of his turmoil. She would often pet his soft nose and mumble endearments. He always felt serene around her, and as his mind was mostly filled with other peoples emotional torments, this was definitely a welcome change.
He couldn't read her though. No, he only felt the calm she directed towards him and nothing else. Maybe she knew? Maybe she could help? But if she could hear his questions she never acknowledged them. Maybe he was just delusional. Maybe he couldn't read minds and he was just a horse. A gender and species confused horse.
Shanglan enjoyed a good ride. Master was skilled in the saddle and his weight was comfortingly familiar. He enjoyed the feeling of not having to think, of not being in control. He enjoyed being at his masters beck and call, getting a thrill and exhilaration which was far more than that of an equine stretching his muscles. Part of him would wonder what it would be like to be the one in control, He imagined himself in Masters seat riding him with passion and power and need. It scared him how easily it the image came to him, as if a distant memory was trying to assert itself.
He often pondered if he were in fact a human .He has a sharp human-like mind and lack of attraction to equines of either sex. There is however a strange longing and excitement directed towards the humans in his life. Just understanding them, being able to control them in small ways, makes Shanglan wonder if he is under some spell.
Then the limit of his horse-like mind pulls him up by the bit and leaves him panting for breath wanting to know more.
The ride today was short and Master rode with the speed of sexual arousal and the skill of a well trained whore. Shanglan was sweaty, steamy and panting when they reached the unfamiliar enclave of evergreen trees, Master swung down from the saddle and pulling round the reigns, he patted Shanglan's nose and led him between the burred dark wood trunks and beneath the thick canopy of prickly spines.
The smell of evergreen sap was enchanting. Live, fresh and somehow magical, Magical and weirdly familiar. Shanglan puffed and whinnied, his master stroking his neck to allay his fear.
"It's Ok boy. Don't worry. Hush now. Hush."
Shanglan took the intonation of his Master's voice and used it to quell his over sensitive senses reactions. It's fine. It's just a few trees. Just a few trees. Shanglan took control of himself once more but could not completely ignore the tension just tugging at the edges of his brain and heart.
He felt his Masters heart leap and shook his head from left to right. Ahh... there she was, dressed in pine green velvet and blending into the lushness of the background. Her dark hair framing her face like a shadow, the whiteness of her skin shining like the moon , mellow and light.
"Greetings." When she smiled it made Masters heart and male member swell.
Shanglan became aware of the excitement coursing through his masters body almost as if it were coursing through himself. Thoughts and feelings a horse would never entertain emboss themselves on his mind. The sight of her creamy breasts peeking above the low necked dress. The anticipation of lips on lips, of flesh pressed against flesh.
She beckons Master over and to Shanglan's immense surprise Master leads him to the middle of the clearing too.
"Today is the day."
