Enheduanna
March 27th, 2012 at 1:20am

My pale form, tinted with pink and gold, treads with grace into a
grassy meadow within my new homeland. It was a day warmer and brighter
than usual but, then again, this place always seemed to be untouched
by the cold grip of winter. As I move, I think back to all of the
chaotic events of the last few weeks. It seemed, to me, that herdlife
moved at double the pace that singular family life did. Already, my
dam had become a lead(something I still wondered at to the gods), I
had been given the freedom of a mare(though not yet two), and had met
more horses than I had in all my short two years. Everything felt so
foreign and bizarre that I almost felt awkward. However, as the days
passed I found myself slowly settling in and figuring out what to do.
Though, I did understand that, as the foal of a lead, I was expected
to behave slightly differently than any other herd foal. I didn't
relish that fact. It annoyed me, rather greatly, that I had been duped
into obeying my mother once more after my hard earned freedom had just
been given to me. Dryly, I smack my lips with a murmured "what can you
do" and walk to the lake of the waterfall and take a drink.

To my delight, as I drink, I find that there are fish in the waster
here. My lips meet the scales of one as it wiggles by and, upon a
whim, I seep the Magic into his small body. He stops at first,
confused at the pleasure, and then begins to flop about in the water
in great happiness. He flops to far away soon though and the
connection is lost. The fish stops his frantic flopping and swims
dazedly about in circles, confused and lonely. I feel for him before
another fish floats by and grabs his attention once more and then he
is gone. The Euphoria affected everyone differently. My gentler usage
often felt tingly while others said that it felt more like a
bittersweet pain or intoxication. Now, in battle, my delicate touch
could paralyze with its pleasure. That had only, so far, been truly
attributed to the most spectacular, grand, and glorious orgasm one
would ever experience. Secretly, I was proud of this because I knew I
would be good in breeding. But I could never tell Gossamer this. She'd
probably squeal with outrage at the crassness. Removing my gaze from
the water and throw my gaze about the clearing, searching for a figure
upon which my eyes can rest.