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Subject: {ASSM} Songs of Love - Biolab 6 - Ponygirls (freeverse M-Mare zoo) Stasya T. Canine
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codes:  M-Mare zoo

Songs of Love
Biolab Six - The Ponygirls
Verses written and recited by the mare, Cora, and her human mate, Bill
transcribed by: Stasya T. Canine
---

The Saga Begins

Birth - A Duet
(Cora and Bill alternate, starting with Cora) --

Warm air
Chills a steaming body,
As a mare grunts with her efforts.

A young boy
Stares in awe
And shares his mother's triumph.

Legs unsteady.
Eyes unfocused.
A filly rises, and searches for life.

An encouraging nod
 From mother and mare,
And his hand lightly touches a miracle.

Skin flinches.
Gentle tones soothe
The thundering heart within.

(together)
The saga begins
When a young boy
Unknowingly fastens the chains of love 
Around a newborn mare's heart.
---
April 18, 2003
****

Fields of Joy
(recited by Cora)
--

Small hands gently teach a young mare 
How to find freedom
As he unlatches a gate
And points to a new,
Unexplored world.

He walks though the gate.

Legs awkward.
Head high.
Eyes searching and filled with wonder
She slowly follows the boy into this strange,
But enticing new world.

He's running away!

Startled into motion
She stumbles forward.
Then nature takes over
And her legs begin to move
To an inner rhythm
That fills her ears with thunder.

He laughs to see her joy.

Inner awareness
And his laughter
Is suddenly shared
By a new voice.

She runs.
She prances.

They laugh together
As he awkwardly imitates her prancing.

Young eyes meet
And a new awkwardness takes place
As two children begin to teach each other
Their places in life
---
April 19, 2003
****

Run Cora. Run!
(recited by Bill)
---
(their explorations go further afield when Bill rides Cora)

A young boy
Astride a young mare's back.

Run Cora.  Run!

Together they fly
Where the ground meets the sky

Run Cora.  Run!

Fields become mountains.
Mountains become fields.

Run Cora.  Run!

Past and future are gone.
They live an unending now.

Run Cora.  Run!

Mare and boy
Moving as one.

Run.
Oh please, Cora.

RUN!
---
April 20, 2003
****

What Are These Feelings I Keep Feeling Inside? (recited by Cora)
---
(Her puberty brings a new awareness of stallions--and of Bill, who has not
yet entered his own puberty)

The stallion walks by.
His eyes gleam.
His scent reaches me
And I begin to shiver.

What are these feelings
I keep feeling inside?

The shifting breeze
Carries the familiar scent
Of Bill
And I begin to shiver.

What are these feelings
I keep feeling inside?

The stallion approaches
And nuzzles me gently.
The ritual begins
But I run away.

What are these feelings
I keep feeling inside?

I run to Bill
Still a child
But he makes me shiver inside
As if he were a stallion

What are these feelings
I keep feeling inside?

"Why are you nervous, Cora?"
I try to explain.
"I am not a stallion.
I am not for you."

What are these feelings
I keep feeling inside?

"Hold me, Bill."
Let your gentle touch
Keep the new fears
Away.

What are these feelings
I keep feeling inside?

Eyes closed
As gentle hands soothe me
I dream
And decide to wait.

What are these feelings
I keep feeling inside?

Bill.
Not a stallion.
Not for me.
But that will change.

What are these feelings
I keep feeling inside?

I study Bill.
My Bill.
Though new eyes.
A lover's eyes.

The feelings I feel
Are those of a lover...

Bill's lover.
---
August 12, 2003
****

Is it Lust, or Love?
(recited by Bill)
---
Bill's sexual awakening and his confusion when he realizes his primary
sexual interest is Cora.

Dreams.
Powerful dreams.
Of Cora.

NO!

Flanks heaving.
Bodies sweaty
Naked bodies, together

NO!

A stallion drops
SHE rejects him
And turns to me.

NO!

I run.
She stands
And watches

Why?

Lust
Her touch
My desires

Why?

This cannot be.
It must not be.
She is not for me.

Why?

The signs
Are there
For me to read

She waits.

My dreams.
My life.
Are hers.

She waits.

Her scent.
Her readiness.
My own.

NO!

Resist.
Deny.
Reject.

She waits.

Cora waits.

For me.
---
August 12, 2003
****

History in the Making

My Lover, My Love  - a duet
(recited by Bill and Cora, starting with Bill) ---
(Cora seduces Bill and helps him past his confusion, into acceptance of
his zoosexuality)

A forest clearing was filled
With a mare's love.
Your love.

"Come to me, Bill.
Be one with me, Bill
Become my Stallion."

I shook my head in denial.
"I am a man.
You are a mare."

"You are a male.
I am a female.
Others have made this choice."

I lightly touched your flank,
Gazed into your eyes
And could no longer deny our love.

"Come to me, Bill.
Be one with me, Bill.
Become my Stallion"

I stripped.
For the first time
I felt naked in front of your eyes.

"You have always been
My Stallion.
I am your mare."

Nature took over.
We found
A way.

"Lust drove our thoughts
And actions
To completion at last!"

(together)
"Lust, long denied.
Satisfied at last.
Affirmed our love."
---
August 12, 2003
****

Childhood Game - Lifetime Commitment - a duet (Cora and Bill)
---
(A winter storm forces them to take refuge inside an unused barn.  Due to
boredom and the limited space available they modify their childhood game
of 'prancing' together and discover a joy  they decide to share with the
world--as dancers. )

(Bill's words)

A gust of wind
Provides a warning
And we discover
We must move quickly
Or we will be covered
In more than our sweat.

Clothes barely remembered
I leap astride
And she lunges
Into an all out run
For our safety
As the storm unleashes its fury.

Dim memories
Of our rambling childhood
Make me nudge her flank
And get her to turn slightly
"Over there, our barn."
She snorts and never slackens her speed.

The barn is long unused
Last visited by a boy
And a filly
Who needed shelter
 From the overwhelming world
They had been born into.

Now,
Driven by a winter storm
A young man
And a young mare
Return
To familiar shelter.

She slows
Stops
Bitterly cold snow
Covers us
I force myself to the ground
And jerk the door open.

We enter.
I force the door closed.
Shivering, we clear a small area of the floor
And I manage to light a fire.
Warmth slowly returns
And with it, memories.

"Do you remember
The times we pranced together?"
I laugh and bounce in place
As my feet
Attempt to spurn the ground
As hers once did.

(Cora's words)

"Yes, Bill.
I remember.
When did we forget
How to prance together?"
I rock back and forth
As my body remembers those days.

I am chilled.
Exhausted from my dash for our safety. 
But my body feels light
And ready to soar.
There is no room.
Only my mind can soar.

Bill's hands are gentle
As he uses his shirt
To dry my heaving flanks.
I sink gratefully into the straw
And he covers me
Before I fall asleep.

I dream of warmer days
Of lush fields
I see the two of us
Moving together
Prancing
Dancing.

My eyes snap open
To see Bill
Settled at the fire.
"Bill.
Prance with me.
Dance with me."

We rise and face one another.
I hesitate briefly
Then stab my hooves
At the floor.
Bill searches within
Then follows my lead

(together)
Hooves
And feet
Suddenly synchronize
To an unheard rhythm
Souls in search of purpose
Have found their future

****

Ponygirl!
(recited by Bill)
---
(dancing with Cora)

A rhythm as complex
As the intertwining of our hearts
Is given a voice
As her hooves slam the stage.

Ponygirl!

Her neck arches
Her mane flails wildly
Her tail is held high
As her joy shakes the stage.

Ponygirl!

My feet weave a quieter
But insistent counterpoint
That tells
Of our oneness.

Ponygirl!

Her movements slow
And become
The thundering voice
Of a summer storm.

Ponygirl!

My own movements
Quicken, soften
And become
The gentle patter of rain.

Ponygirl!

Together we slow
Her hooves fall silent
My feet are still
The storm has passed.

Ponygirl!
---
August 12, 2003

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