Chapter 4. Mated.

At the usual monthly meeting between the Grand Master, Mistress Vargan, Madam Ligren, Groyke and Leilah the question asked was what happens now? Madam Ligren thought that they had trained Aisha as much as they could and that it was just a case of keeping her fit and in condition for her races. Both Groyke and Leilah agreed.

It was at that point that Granja Vargan mentioned breeding. "We still have to consider the preservation of the equines and it was part of the original plan to see whether there were breeding possibilities." "Is Aisha ready for this next step?" asked the Grand Master. Madam Ligren, Groyke and Leilah all agreed that Aisha was more than ready. It was just a question of when and which stallion would service her.

It was decided that one of Madam Ligren’s prize stallions, Freke, would be used. The Grand Master asked about Freke’s pedigree and was told that Freke had been sentenced by the high court to spend the rest of his life as an equine. Madam Ligren explained that when she first bought Freke from the court there had been a number of problems regarding his accepting her authority. This was because he had been an executive in charge of a large number of staff before he was caught stealing from his employers. Eventually though, he had submitted to her authority. She went on to say that his racing form had been excellent, winning a large amount of prize money for her. It was at stud however, that Freke had come into his own as a money earner he had been booked for servicing for the whole of next year until the equus equinia outbreak caused all these problems. After discussion it was agreed the servicing would be carried out the following week.

Meanwhile, Aisha was completely ignorant of the next stage of her equine life. Groyke had decided that he would only tell her on the morning servicing was to be carried out. That way she wouldn’t have time to brood and get in a panic, although he recognised that Aisha was not panicking at all now over her everyday existence. This, though, was out of the ordinary, so on reflection he decided to err on the side of caution.

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The morning she was to be serviced, Groyke arrived at Aisha’s stall early. He wanted to have some time with her before he gave her the news. She was still sleeping when he entered and he looked down at her with great affection. He called her quietly and instantly she was awake, smiling, whinnying her greeting and nuzzling him. He held her at arms length stroking her face. He lent over and kissed her nose and then told her that today was to be a special day for her. That she was going to have a foal. She looked at him not fully understanding until he told her that they had decided that she should be mated. She took the news calmly leaning over to nibble his ear. He knew then that she was happy about the arrangement, as she always nibbled his ear when she was happy or pleased.

Aisha felt her stomach turn over when Groyke told her she was to be mated. She realised that it was inevitable, given that the Grand Master and Mistress Vargan had told her that she was one of the few chances of saving the Sharezeem equine from extinction. She felt a tingle of fear but she also felt great pride; she would do this for Groyke, she would do this to please him and she nibbled his ear.

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At around this same time, Freke’s groom, Bregor, was in his stall talking to him before getting him ready for his daily exercise. Freke loved this time, as Bregor invariably milked him before taking him for his ablutions. Bregor had in fact started on the milking when she was told that she was being summoned to Madam Ligren’s office. She left Freke neighing frustratedly. It was with some trepidation that she arrived outside Madam’s office; she thought back over the past week wondering if there was anything that she had done which she shouldn’t or vice versa. As she couldn’t think of anything untoward, she knocked and entered.

Bregor immediately realised that all was well as Madam Ligren smilingly asked her to take a seat. "Let me see", Madam Ligren began, "you have charge of six of my ponies?" This of course was a purely rhetorical question; Madam Ligren knew everything about her stables. "One of them being Freke," she continued. Bregor sat quietly waiting for whatever it was that Madam was about to impart, thinking perhaps that he was to be sold. "It has been decided that Aisha is to be mated and that the stallion will be Freke," Madam Ligren paused as she said this. "How long will it take you to have him ready?" "I was just going to get him ready for his exercise when your summons came Madam; he can be ready in an hour."

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Groyke took Aisha through to the washing stable and told her that he was going to make her the most beautiful filly ever to have been serviced at Ligren. He washed her down with warm water and then added the soap, gently cleansing her with a soft sponge taking special care with her vaginal area. He rinsed her with more warm water playing the jet over her breasts and nipples and also giving her clitoris special attention. Aisha was dried with a coarse towel, Groyke rubbing hard all over her body making it tingle and glow.

Once she was dry he began oiling her. Aisha had not been oiled before and she hoped that she would be oiled more often. Groyke began by rubbing the oil into her neck and behind her ears using firm strokes. This was so nice that Aisha started pushing back against his hand until she received a slap on her rump and was sharply told to stand.

Tears started to well in her eyes; Groyke had never spoken to her as sharply as that or slapped her in anger before. He was sorry immediately he slapped her, but he really didn’t want Aisha to be mated even though he knew it had to be done. He was gentler with the rest of the oiling, lingering over her breasts and watching for the glazed look in her eyes; it wasn’t long in arriving. He left her breasts and covered her shoulders and down her arms and hands. He smiled at her and kissed her nose and she in turn nibbled his ear; it was all right again. They were friends once more.

The oiling continued over her belly and buttocks, down her thighs and legs and finally back up to her vagina, Groyke didn’t dwell too long massaging her vaginal area as he couldn’t allow Aisha to reach an orgasm at this stage. Finally with her body glowing Aisha was ready to be harnessed. When they returned to her stall for the harnessing Aisha was surprised to find that her normal training harness wasn’t out. There was a brand new harness, deep purple in colour with brasses burnished to a golden glow that she was almost blinded looking at them. She felt a lump rise in her throat, as she was being made ready for this most important event.

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Bregor returned to Freke’s stall to find him bad tempered, having been denied his milking. "I’m sorry, boy, at having to leave you like that. I’m afraid there won’t be any milking for you just now as I’ve got to get you ready." It took all of Bregor’s persuasion to calm Freke, but when she told him that he was going to do his duty he knew that he would be getting something far better than a manual milking, nice though that was. Bregor had Freke prepared in all his glory in just under one hour. He had been oiled to perfection and the attention given to his member during the oiling process had made it stand out stiff and straight. Bregor kept attending to it while waiting for the order to bring Freke to the fillies’ section of the stables, but she was careful not to allow Freke to reach a climax.

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Groyke tethered Aisha to the hitching post outside her stall and stood back to admire her. She really was a beautiful sight, her skin glistening, her hair brushed and shining and bedecked with bows, her tail also. Her harness was polished and her brasses gleaming. Groyke was immensely proud of her. He attached the reins to her bridle and led her out into the yard. Aisha trotted along proudly head held high and the bells on her breasts ringing merrily. Groyke walked Aisha twice round the stable yard in order that the assembled guests could see her in all her beauty, Mistress Vargan in particular. The Grand Master touched Mistress Vargan on the arm and whispered "she’s excellent, my dear, simply superb."

"This is it, girl," whispered Groyke, as he walked Aisha to the mating frame. Aisha paused: she saw for the first time the frame, which consisted of two posts rising up from the ground with a horizontal bar at waist height bisecting them. Aisha was led to the frame and both ankles were attached to the posts by leather straps. The horizontal bar was adjustable and was set so that it was exactly level with her waist. Her arms were released from their restraints and refastened along the posts; this gave the effect of her standing legs astride and arms above her head. At the same time the bells were removed from her nipples. Aisha was just getting used to this new situation when her body began to lean forward; the frame was being moved so that she was leaning at an angle of about 60 degrees. There was one final adjustment to be made; a strap was placed between the two posts in line with her brow so that she could rest her head. Then, just to make sure that she wouldn’t be able to raise her head, a further strap was placed across the back of her head. She was able, though, to turn it from side to side. She was ready for mating.

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Bregor, having received the signal that all was ready, patted Freke and said "It’s all up to you now boy, have fun." She looked at his engorged penis and giggled, "I don’t think you will be the only one having fun."

Freke trotted into the stable yard and swaggered around. He was proud of his physique, proud of the impression he made on the watching guests and proud of his prowess as a stud. He stood before Aisha, his penis wavering and he whinnied to her.

Aisha for her part was terrified. She couldn’t take anything that large! He would tear her apart! At the same time she was fascinated by it, it hypnotised her, much like a snake with its prey.

Aisha came out of her reverie. She felt Freke nuzzling her, he had come over to her and was nibbling at her neck and ears. This was something she adored and was soon nibbling at Freke. They nuzzled each other for quite a while licking and nibbling.

Freke sensed that Aisha was relaxing; he lowered his head and started giving attention to her breasts, first one then the other, alternately licking, sucking and biting. He could tell by the noises she was making and the way that her head was moving from side to side that Aisha was ready. He moved round her keeping contact with her body for as long as possible, until he was positioned behind her. He could tell by her swollen vulva that it wouldn’t take her long to come.

Freke moved forward, placing the tip of his penis at the entrance to Aisha’s vagina. He felt her shudder and heard her whinny softly, then he was inside. He stayed still for a while, letting Aisha explore the feeling of his member. Then he moved back and forth, increasing the rhythm of his strokes. Then slowing down again. Then stopping and resting, continuing in this way for about half an hour. Finally he used fast and furious strokes. Letting out a great whinnying cry he released his semen into Aisha at the same time as Aisha went over the edge of her orgasm. Being an old stager at servicing mares, Freke recovered quickly. He stood back to allow Bregor to clip the bridle rein on and lead him back to his stall. Aisha, meanwhile, took a lot longer to recover.

When Aisha first saw Freke, strutting and swaggering, his engorged member pointing proudly upright, she felt a deep dread in her heart. She expected that the stallion would just go round to the back of her and do what he had to do. She had shut her eyes and screwed her nerves to accept what was going to happen when suddenly she felt a nuzzling and licking. Her heart leapt, she needn’t have worried, Freke was preparing her slowly, getting her juices flowing.

By the time the stallion was inside her every nerve was screaming for release. She remembered girls at school saying the first time was horrible, well for her it was just the opposite, admittedly, this wasn’t her choice of venue, or how she would have lost her virginity, tied to a frame and with people watching, but that matter was out of her hands. She felt every stroke, every throb, even the stallion’s breath on her back. It all combined to make her very nerves feel they were on fire, to make her first time astounding. When she finally came, she literally saw stars before she fainted away in ecstasy.