The weather is mild, and the sun has just started to rise for the day. I can smell the fresh scent of mildew on the grass as I start to get ready for my big weekend trip. I'm going to be taking Cappuccino, my mudsdale, on the road to Heahea City. As this will be the first time I've taken her out on a large trip like this, I can understand why she's pretty nervous. She's been acting awfully fidgetty and tense lately, last week during our training, she wouldn't listen to me at all!
If something's gotten into her, I can only hope that we make it there safely without any problems, a huge, strong horse like her could really hurt someone if she gets spooked or panics. There's no reason to be worried though, I've known her since she was a foal, she'd never hurt me.
As I approach the stable behind my house, I can hear a loud and awful creaking noise coming from inside. There's mud caking the walls outside, and the roof appears to have started to cave in. What's worse is that the door to the barn is wide open, even though I remember latching it last night...
With my heart beating, I take a step closer, and the stench of wet and muddy hay is overpowering. The sound of twisting and buckling wood makes my heart drop. What happened here, is Cappucino alright?
Listening closely, though, I can hear the sound of frantic neighing and whinnying, which must be coming from her... I hope she's alright.
Stepping inside, I can see her there in the middle of the stable, pressing herself up against one of the wooden pillars. She's rubbing furiously back and forth against it, trying to scratch an itch or something. Her eyes are completely glazed over and she's completely lost in the moment as her whole body writhes and twitches, her tail swishing from side to side haphazardly. As I whistle to get her attention, she suddenly stops and turns around to look at me. The look on her face says everything, something is clearly bothering her, and that's not normal for Cappuccino.
Walking up to her, I start to pat her on the back to cool her off, the mud covering her smearing into my hand, but it only seems to excite her further. With a loud whinny, she starts trembling under my touch, her tail whipping back and forth even faster now, splattering dirt across my jacket. She seems much warmer than usual, and I can only notice how damp her coat is, her sweat dripping onto the ground beneath us in a muddy mixture. Oh god, I hope this doesn't mean what I think it means...
Snorting and neighing loudly, Cappuccino starts to push back against me, and it's at that moment I realize what's going on; she must be going through one of her heat cycles...
I try to step back, to leave hear alone, but the door to the barn seems to have slammed shut in the wind, and now I'm stuck in here with a horny mudsdale. She continues pushing me back, her pussy winking and throbbing as she presses me into the stable door with her large, powerful flanks. My pants are stained from the mud, and as her rump grinds against my groin, I can feel myself slowly getting smothered by her weight.
My pelvis starts to ache,