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o The 'Bookshelf collection' offers a very wide variety of o
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HIPPOS PART V NEW LESSONS
The name Cimarron was not too frightening to me. But there
were others who had been given names that were, I thought, quite
nasty. My neighbor, the redhead was given the name Daisychain. A
young Oriental filly was called Sugarsnatch. I had a feeling that
Paula had a hand in picking some of the names, as she would give
that wicked smile whenever she said their names.
One stallion had an obscene name, but it was actually very
appropriate. It was Thundercock, and for good reason. It was the
longest, thickest cock that I ever laid eyes on! At first I thought
it was some joke. Perhaps a dildo from some sex shop had been stuck
to his body. But when I saw Thundercock have his first erection,
I was shocked!
Thundercock was also the victim of his groom/trainer's cruel
sense of humor. He would look at Thundercock, open his mouth
slightly, and slowly lick his lips. The giant penis would harden,
and the groom would then smile and leave the stall.
The groom had a partner in his tormenting of Thundercock. One
of the girls would occasionally slip into Thundercock's stall and
would turn away from him. Then she would slowly rub her ass up
against him. Once his cock was erect, she would douse him with cold
water from a nearby bucket.
On one hot night, the two conspiritors entered the stall and
began getting undressed in front of Thundercock. They began making
love. She would slowly suck on her partner's cock, while watching
Thundercock get sexually excited. They would be sucking and fucking
in every imaginable position, smiling at Thundercock and his
obvious frustration. I knew that it would have been forbidden, but
I wished that I could have helped Thundercock from his torment!
When they had finished, they looked at Thundercock and laughed.
Each day I had to perform tasks that would reinforce the
proper "horsey" behavior. Some days I would be hitched with a few
of the others to a hay wagon, and then driven around the
plantation. Usually, I was designated as one of the lead horses;
the likely reason being because I was the most obedient. I was
probably being used as an example for the others to follow.
My training followed a weekly schedule that rarely varied
during the first couple of months. As I had no calendar available,
I could only guess which day of the week it was by the particular
day's routine.
Mondays and Wednesdays, I would be given "show ring" training.
By using a whistle and hand signals only, I would be directed to
trot, canter, gallop, or some other action.
Tuesdays and Thursdays were devoted to either pulling the
previously mentioned hay wagon, or sometimes a plow.
On Fridays I had to work on my ability to pace myself by
following the "BEEPS" that I was introduced to on my first day on
the plantation.
I could tell when Sunday was by the reduced activity at the
stable. Martha would hitch me up to a sulky and go for a drive.
Saturdays were "race days". I would be taken to the track and
placed in competition with all of my stablemates. It was usually
two-horse trotting races. The races would go on until each horse
had had the chance to race every other. Then the fastest
driver/horse combinations for that day would compete in one last
race. I was never in the finals, although I had won a fair amount
of contests.
Princess T was probably the fastest among us, and she knew it!
After every race she would walk past the loser and give a look and
a prance that just screamed "I'M BETTER THAN YOU!".
Martha had a dislike for Princess T's trainer too. Finally,
she had had enough of losing and had figured out a stategy for
putting those two in their places. Of course I had no idea what was
going to happen.
On the third race of the day, I was paired with Princess T.
She gave me that "superior" look and then prepared for the starting
signal.
The signal sounded. I tried to get an early lead but Martha
held the reins back. Princess T was in front by the first turn. It
wasn't a big lead, and I knew that I could overtake her, but again,
Martha would not let me speed up too much.
Princess T did not lose any ground by the time we had entered
the third turn, but she didn't gain any either. I then understood
why Martha was holding me back. Princess T was o.k. when it came
to distance races, but she was vunerable in short sprints. Martha
was saving me for that!
In the middle of the last turn, Martha gave the reins a snap,
telling me to go all out. I gathered up my remaining strength and
channelled it into my legs.
Princess T's driver didn't see what was happening until I had
gotten alongside. He tried to get her to push herself in one last
burst of speed, but she wasn't able to go any faster. Martha and
I crossed the finish line slightly ahead. It wasn't the most
glamourous win, but it certainly put those two in their place!
After the race, I was given a carrot by Martha and tethered
to the far side rail, where the others were awaiting their turns
to race.
Daisychain and Coffeecup were the next two trotters. The
signal sounded, and they both literally flew around the first turn.
When they had finished the second turn, I noticed something
wrong with Daisychain's sulky. The right wheel was wobbling! Her
driver wasn't aware of the problem!
Daisychain was just ahead of Coffeecup when the wheel came
off! The sulky plowed into the dirt track and Daisychain fell face
first into the ground.
But the worst was yet to come. It seemed like it was in slow
motion. Daisychain had just hit the ground when Coffeecup, unable
to stop, tried to leap over the fallen horse. He stumbled and his
sulky, ran up over her's and came crashing down! I heard a horrible
scream coming from her throat as the weight of the sulky and driver
landed on her.
The doctor ran to the scene of the accident and examined
Daisychain. He looked at John and said only one word "Broken!"
A flatbed cart was brought over and Daisychain was released
from the sulky and laid down, still in harness.
I thought "I'm sure she'll be o.k. the doctor will see to
that." Then, I realized the meaning of what the doctor said.
NO! SURELY THEY WOULDN'T BE THINKING OF THAT! IT'S INSANE!
SHE'LL RECOVER!....FOR GOD'S SAKE DON'T!
After returning to the stable, I noticed that Daisychain's
name had been painted over. The stall was completely cleaned out,
with no evidence that anyone had ever been there.
I never saw Daisychain again.
END PART V