Edgar Rogers was a cavalryman in Major Reno's second detachment of the 7th Cavalry regiment. Atop his chestnut horse, Daisy, Rogers had been marched up to the Little Bighorn River to contain an incursion of Lakota Sioux warriors. His entire unit had been woefully unprepared for the massive amount of riled Sioux warriors awaiting them at the native campsite, and Reno's cavalry force was quickly sent into a disorganized rout. Knowing none of them would be taken prisoner, every man had mounted up and rode for their lives. The chaos of the resulting battles had split Edgar from his unit, and fearful of being intercepted by Indian riders, he had kept a low profile.
The frontier soldier's supplies rapidly dwindled as he survived on the plains. Edgar had used almost all of his ammunition in the battle and retreat, and couldn't even afford to use his last two revolver rounds for hunting. Though the young man didn't want to admit it to himself, he was saving the last round for himself, fearful of the Sioux's reputation for torturing captured warriors. Following the Yellowstone River south, Rogers became increasingly certain that he had become completely separated from his unit, and dared not approach the few natives he spied along his travels.
Edgar's confused trek came to a head when he was finally confronted one fateful evening. Just as dusk was settling, Rogers was setting up camp at the side of a rocky outcropping, bridling Daisy for the night. Sensing a slight disturbance behind him, the primed soldier wheeled with pistol drawn on an old native man, who had his bow tensed and aimed on Edgar. The two stood in standoff for an inestimable amount of time, before the tired soldier felt a burst of intuition guide his actions. Locking eyes with the elder Indian, the U.S. soldier lowered his revolver. The tribal man nodded and unnocked his arrow, allowing for the bizarre series of events to continue.
Through slow, studious learning, Edgar managed to begin communicating with the Sioux man. Rogers learned Tashunka was a shaman of his people, and lived in hermetic isolation in the most remote wilds of Yellowstone. Rather than reuniting with his unit, not even knowing how the 7th Cavalry had fared after the ill-fated battle at Bighorn, Edgar decided to stay with Tashunka. The Indian wise man seemed to welcome the younger, foreign man's presence, and began teaching him Sioux language and rites. After nearly a year of roughing it under Tashunka's tutelage, with only Daisy to accompany him on the strange journey of cross-cultural exchange, Edgar was entrusted with a sacred bequeathment.
Brought to a billowing geyser under brilliant moonlight, Tashunka anointed his apprentice with sacred clay, as Edgar joined him in rehearsed chanting. Under the steaming spatter of geyser water, Edgar experienced a series of intense visions. Guided along by Tashunka's droning oration, Edgar felt an experiential awakening. His gnawing confusion from being displaced and isolated melted away, as the chirp of insects rang out with sudden, crystal clarity. Unbeknownst to Edgar, Tashunka had tied a leather medicine pouch around his neck, containing a bundled medley of unknown, auspicious objects. Edgar stood up and gripped the pouch with instinctual purpose. He felt an almost supernatural connection to the adornment, as well as to the surrounding environment. Somehow, Rogers expected the call of distant wolves, moments before the mournful howls rang out.
At first, the freshly-inducted anchorite struggled with his newfound connection to the natural world. His senses had heightened, and visions haunted his sleep. At night, Edgar almost felt as if the surrounding trees were whispering to him, and the hooting of owls answered his frequent prayers. Caught between cultures, stranded in the wilds with a reclusive native that didn't speak the same language, Rogers simply didn't know what to believe anymore. All his assumptions about the order of the world were uprooted by the last two years of shamanic understudy. Edgar sank into his enhanced affinity for the surrounding nature, as Tashunka retreated to other regions to allow Edgar to set out on his own journey.
The only thing that remained of his previous life was his steadfast mare, Daisy. The chestnut warhorse had thrived on the Yellowstone plains. Edgar no longer tied the horse nearby, she accompanied along with Edgar of her own volition. Whether by his increasing isolation, or the leather talisman around his neck, the renounced soldier felt a deepening connection with his steed. Something about Daisy's behavior in recent days had stirred something primal and repressed within Edgar's heart, as he increasingly questioned the intense feelings he was feeling towards his treasured horse.
It all came to a head when Edgar began grooming the sorrel coat of Daisy for brambles. His old, military-issued brush had been worn to near-ruin, but still it kept Daisy's coat healthy and shining like new. After brushing the equine over every inch of the flaxen hide, Edgar stepped back to admire his handiwork, as Daisy turned and appreciatively nudged his arm.
"What are you doing, girl?" Rogers asked the nuzzling horse. Daisy whinnied softly at him, before breaking eye contact and beginning to trot around the clearing. A peculiar sensation washed over Edgar as the mare circled him, almost causing him to drop his prized brush. His trusty mare stood before him, looking back expectantly as her tail flicked. The cavalryman felt his face flush as he realized the intimate moment he shared with his beloved mount. Edgar stared wantonly at the attractive equine, until a shrill squeal from his faithful companion caused him to snap out of his reverie.
Edgar couldn't help but chuckle to himself, while Daisy snorted playfully. Daisy's tail was raised high, revealing an impressive display of her hindquarters. The mare's rear end was so enticing that Edgar found himself unable to look away, and soon enough his eyes locked onto the inviting sight. Between Daisy's firm haunches, the mare's nethers were pink, glistening, and clearly aroused.
Edgar's gaze lingered on Daisy's swollen, puffy lips, which looked ready to give way to a large, pendulous member. Her slit was wide open, exposing a muscular, wet tunnel leading into the depths of Daisy's equine anatomy. Edgar's breath quickened as the mare's loins began to churn, as she prepared herself for penetration. Her vaginal lips winked obscenely, and her engorged clitoris protruded prominently from its hood. Edgar could see the glistening, pink flesh of Daisy's cunt, as it pulsed and throbbed with need. He knew his beloved mare wouldn't wait much longer.
Edgar reached down and stroked Daisy's flank, causing the mare to whinny in response. The young man then slid his hand between Daisy's thighs, and grasped the plump mound of her cunt. As he gently massaged her vulva, Edgar could feel the muscles in Daisy's pussy rippling as the warmth of arousal permeated through her body. The cavalryman was amazed by how hot the mare's cunt was, as he pressed his palm against her steamy labia.
Daisy responded to Edgar's touch by pushing her hindquarters back into his hand, encouraging him to rub her more vigorously. Edgar was entranced by the softness of Daisy's insides, as he explored her delicate folds. His fingers parted her outer lips, and probed deeper into the moist cavern of his mare's undulating vagina. As he continued to explore the warm recesses of Daisy's sex, Edgar could feel the mare's inner walls pulsating, as her juices trickled down his wrist.
Edgar's mind swam as he felt her muscular vaginal walls squeezing his digits, as they worked their way deeper into Daisy's core. He could smell the musky aroma of his mare's arousal, as her slick tunnel squeezed tightly around his fingers. As he plunged deeper into Daisy's quivering passageway, Edgar's nostrils were filled with the scent of the mare's nectar. Daisy's pussy felt so tight on his hand, he could barely get his fingers inside. It took a bit of effort, but eventually he was able to plunge his fingers all the way inside Daisy's dripping tunnel.
His fingertips brushed against Daisy's cervix, Edgar felt his mare's muscles clamp down around his wrist, as Daisy's orgasm began to build. She pushed her hindquarters against his hand, urging him to go deeper. Edgar complied, thrusting his fingers deep inside Daisy's convulsing canal. Her fluids gushed over his forearm, as Daisy's cunt tightened with velvty snugness. Daisy's legs shook, and her breathing became ragged as her climax peaked.
After several seconds, Daisy's orgasm subsided, and her vaginal muscles relaxed. Edgar pulled his fingers from the mare's steamy tunnel, and observed her creamy emission dripping down his hand. Not wasting any time, he rounded behind Daisy, and mounted her steaming vulva. He positioned his cockhead at the entrance of Daisy's slippery opening, and then pushed forward. The mare whinnied loudly as Edgar entered her, eliciting a loud, guttural grunt from the young man.
"Ahhh," Edgar moaned while he sunk deeper into Daisy's warm tunnel. The cavalryman felt his tip meet resistance, and then suddenly slide past it. He was immediately struck by the warmth and grip of Daisy's vagina, as the mare wrapped her muscular walls around him. Edgar groaned deeply when he bottomed out inside Daisy, and began to move his hips back and forth. He was surprised by how tight Daisy's passageway was, and how her walls squeezed and massaged his shaft.
"Ugh... Daisy," Edgar moaned as he slowly started to grind his hips. He began to pump his cock in and out of the mare's gripping cunt, and felt her walls stick around his head when he withdrew. The cavalryman could see the fuzzy lips of Daisy's vulva clinging to his dick, while he slowly pistoned in and out of her. Daisy's insides felt so hot and slick, it made the experience unforgettable.
Edgar's movements gradually increased in speed, as he fucked the mare harder and harder. He grabbed the hipbones of his mare's withers for support, clutching tightly while he rode her steamy passageway. The pair quickly fell into a steady rhythm, as Edgar slammed his hips into Daisy's yielding cunt. He could hear the squishy sounds of Daisy's insides, as his cock repeatedly penetrated her velvety tunnel. The wet, squishing sound was rather arousing, and added to the pleasure of the experience.
With each thrust, Edgar felt his balls slap against Daisy's well-groomed rump. The mare's strong, athletic hind-legs supported his weight, as he leaned over her back. Every now and again, Edgar would reach down and grab Daisy's firm haunches, just to make sure he didn't fall off. The young man enjoyed the feeling of holding his mare's firm asscheeks, while he bounced up and down on her large, fleshy vaginal lips.