Spurs

Boey awoke to a shaking bed. His face partially submerged in the pillow, he groggily came back into consciousness.

"Boey, wake up!" he heard Genny say, as the bed bounced again.

It was then that Boey realized the weight on his back, and the legs at his sides. Asleep and used to the sensation, it hadn't become immediately apparent that the girl asking him to wake up was sitting on his back.

"Up! I want to ride!"

"Genny, I haven't woken up… will you at least let me put my shirt on first?"

"Do you need to?" she asked. "I want to do what they call riding bareback! It's nice weather outside, wouldn't it be fun?"

"Maybe, I guess," he said. "But wait- I don't want to 'go riding' today."

"H-huh?" she asked, a little dejected. "Why not? I wanted to…"

"Sorry, Genny, I just want a break."

"But if you take a break, you might not get as strong! We want a good, strong mount to ride, Boey, so you should work harder!" she asked, somehow innocently.

"Wouldn't you get tired of everybody riding you too?" Boey asked.

Genny didn't know what to say. "What?" was all she could find, her eyes looking puzzled.

"Ah, forget it. Don't worry about it, Genny."

"No, I'd prefer to understand."

"I'll explain later," he said.

"Oh… okay… Meet me in the garden."

With that, Genny hopped off his back, and left the room. Boey put his shirt back on, and took his morning slowly. It was nice- for a little while, he wasn't being demanded something from. He enjoyed a conversation with Mae at the table, who only joked about him being her mount once or twice during the conversation. Boey remembered that he'd promised to meet Genny outside, and so there he went to find her. He found her in the garden, but…

"Genny, what are you doing?"

She turned to face him, and made a few muffles, revealing that she had the bit in her mouth.

"Genny, you can't talk with that in. Take it out, and explain, please..?"

"Pleh!" she said, pulling it out. "Hm. I'm not good at this."

"What are you doing?"

"Oh!" she said. "Well, I… I know you're getting tired of being ridden, so I thought, hm… maybe I could try being the mount?"

Boey considered the thought. "Genny, you're too small. I don't think you could carry us."

"I could try," she said. "C'mon, Boey, get on!" She lowered herself and mimicked the riding position. "What are you waiting for?"

Boey thought about this. Finally, he had a shot at payback… he could show them what they put him through… but payback at Genny? It didn't feel right.

"Genny, I don't want to ride you."

"Why not? I'm ready to roll!"

"No, Genny- you're too light. I don't think you're meant to be ridden."

"Try it!" she asserted. "If you do this, I can be a better rider. Isn't it better that we know each other like this?"

"Okay…" he said. "If you're certain."

Boey carefully walked forward and stood over Genny. The girl expectantly put the bit back in her mouth, and braced herself. Boey lowered himself gently onto her, trying not to let her realize that he was putting his weight on the feet he had on the ground. He took the reins and gave them a light whip.

Genny, feeling less weight than she had anticipated, perked up. She began to move with him on her, making her way around the garden square. Boey was unable to hold his own weight very well without revealing himself, but he managed to keep her believing he wasn't too heavy until she'd completed a lap, at which point he fell, and his full weight pushed onto Genny. To his surprise, she managed to hold him up, but she wobbled. Boey quickly stood up, not wanting to hurt the poor girl.

Genny took the bit out of her mouth. "Ptoo!" it sounded like. "Wow, that was hard."

"See?"

"You're right, Boey. You're better at being the mount, and I'm better at being a jockey."

This isn't what I said… Boey thought.

"I think I'd prefer to stick to riding you," Genny said, "but that was fun."

"Genny, may I speak?"

"Okay!"

Boey looked at her, and saw the determination in her eyes.

"Well, I don't know how to say it," Boey said, unsure how to explain that he wanted out.

"Can I guess?"

"Sure," he said.

"From the experience of what I just tried, you have a difficult job, and that's underappreciated," she told him, "being ridden is fun, but it's not easy! So I'd like to say 'thank you,' Boey!"

"Huh?" Boey said, somehow feeling flattered.

"Sometimes the other girls don't appreciate that you let them ride you," she noted. "They don't thank you enough or treat you gently."

This is rich, coming from the one who yanks…

"You've carried us so far on your back- we couldn't have gotten this far this fast without you, and you deal with us being improper riders the whole time. But starting today, I'm going to improve my riding, okay? I'm going to learn to ride you properly, for your sake!"

"Uh-huh..?" he asked, unsure exactly what she was talking about.

"Okay, so get ready! We're going to train in a little bit, okay? I'll be back here as soon as I'm ready!"

"Wait, hold on!" Boey yelled, failing to stop her as she ran off into the castle.

"I'll be back as fast as I can!" she said, her voice trailing off.

Boey sat in the garden, thinking about what just happened. Genny was stronger than he had assumed, and he was impressed at her determination to carry him, even if it was barely for a minute. He sat on the edge of a raised flower bed, making sure to avoid sitting on the flowers. A few minutes passed, and enjoyed the moment. It was nice and peaceful alone, and he knew he'd likely have rigorous activity in a bit, so the time listening to buzzing bees and chirping birds was helpful for him to prepare himself.

"Ready to roll, Boey?" she asked.

Boey, knowing how badly Genny wanted to ride him today, was ready now. He put the bit in his mouth. Genny revealed the gear she'd been carrying with her- stirrups, of course, and something else. Boey eyed the U-shaped metal pieces, and Genny saw his curiosity.

"Curious about those? I bought these! They're spurs, and they're used in riding! You'll love them!"

Boey was unsure if he'd love them as he saw her put them onto the heels of her boots. Genny beckoned for him to get on the ground, but Boey hesitated.

"Alright, Boey, I know it's hard, but we've got to reach an understanding. When I give you a command, you've got to obey it, okay? Otherwise this doesn't work," she explained.

Boey got on the ground, in position for her. He watched her as she walked in front of him, then put each of her legs around his head and shoulders as she leaned forward to lay the stirrups across him. After she was done, she moved back, and he watched her boots as they stepped to his side, until out of vision. Then he saw one boot swing around his peripheral vision before he felt Genny take her place seated on his upper back, feeling her adjusting her legs so that her feet were in the stirrups. She made an "Ahem!" sound when she was finally ready, then she cracked the reins, their agreed signal for "start moving". She let him get into rhythm first, leading him again around the garden, clearly enjoying having herself mounted on him.

Boey could feel her effort as she moved her hips with his body, prodding him on with each step. He was a bit surprised when she led him away from the castle, towards a grassy field just outside of it.

"I figured we could at least ride to the nearest town while training! Does that sound fun? Just you and me on the road?"

Boey nodded, not wanting to dampen his jockey's mood.

"Good! I'll ride you for as long as you like!" she cheered.

Boey reached the grass, and it was a bit nice than the stone pavement. It reached a bit high on his arm, and it was a bit itchy, but he had to bear it, since that's where Genny rode him.

"Now's a good time to show you what the spurs are for," she said.

Boey felt unsure of what was to come next.

"They're supposed to be used like this!"

The metal spurs pushed into his sides, shock flowing through his body as she landed on a pressure point that he didn't know he had, under his ribs. The action made him move with nearly twice the speed he was traveling at before.

"Oh, wow!" she said. "These do work great! Look how fast you're going, Boey! Don't you love my spurs?"

Genny laughed with delight as she sped him up. She wasn't sure if she'd gone this fast before. "You must love these, right? Look how fast we're going!"

He could tell that she wouldn't grow tired of this- she'd just repeated herself. Boey started to slow down again.

"So this is what proper riding is! Okay, Boey, I'll use them again! Get ready to move!" Boey felt the spurs firmly tap into his lower body again, and moved even faster out of the triggering of his reflexes.

"Let's go, Boey!" she yelled.

Boey started to lose form as she did so, and he soon slowed down, breathing heavily. He wasn't ready to go this fast.

"Tired, huh, Boey?" she asked him. "I'm giving you a workout, huh? Ooh, this is fun!" As he slowed down, she added, "but don't stop! We've got a ways to go! We can just trot for now."

Boey appreciated that she allowed him to slow down. He looked around as he trotted, examining the grassy plain they'd reached. They were further from the castle now, and the village Genny had in mind started to become visible in the distance, beyond some trees he could hardly see. Still, Genny's controlling hips and waist kept pushing him forward, and so he traveled onwards, in tandem with his rider's body motions.

"I'm getting better at this, but I'll need more practice. I hope you're ready for more riding tomorrow too! Okay, are you ready?"

She rotated her heels, striking the spurs into his sides again, goading him into a near gallop. She kicked him again, and he sped up for a second, but slowed down in less time than before.

"I guess it's better to use these spurs periodically. I can't tire you out too much, can I?" she asked. "But, wow! I'm still impressed with how well they work!"

Boey felt the rider on top of him keep perfect form as they strode. She developed a sense of when it was appropriate to spur him, and send him into a dash. Boey, a bit after Genny developed this sense, developed his own sense for when Genny was about to prompt him again. They formed a mutual knowledge that Genny would use the spurs to signal that he should increase his pace. Boey was moving at a satisfactory pace, so he got a break from the stimulation of the ball spur tapping under his ribs.

"Giddy up, Boey! Ride like the wind!" the cleric turned jockey exclaimed in excitement and glee as she rode him across the plains. They both felt the soothing wind in their hair as they raced across the open plains. Boey truly felt like a steed, and he and Genny moved as one, the wind racing at her side.
She's getting really good at this. I'm worried this could catch on, but... I trust her, He thought to himself as he was getting spurs nearly dug into his sides by his pink jockey.

With the town in near view, Genny lightly tugged on the reins and squeezed her thighs to get him to slow down and move at a slower pace.

Boey, exhausted by the trip, appreciated Genny beginning to ease a bit as they began to reach the town. He had remembered that they'd been traveling away from the castle. They were viewing trees and buildings instead of open air and prairies. It became more apparent when he saw that the pair had made it to the outskirts of the village she'd wanted to visit. She led him around the edge of town to a road that led inside.

"What's this town all about, Boey?" she said. He felt her legs squeeze him a bit as she pondered why the town was seemingly empty. It wasn't far from the castle, so how was such a place unpopulated? Her feet nearly met each other as her legs hugged his ribs. The town had some shops and people walking to and fro, but not much activity besides the occasional conversations. As they nearly entered the town, Boey begun to slow a bit, but Genny was interested in checking out some of the shops they had, so she spurred him again to trot towards the shops. At first he slew down due to the coarse terrain but Genny kept him going with her beloved spurs. When the reached the shop, Genny decided to give him a small break, so she tied Boey to a nearby post as she went to check what the shops had to offer.

She was amazed to find out that there was another store selling ware for mounts. She looked through all the reins, bridles, bits, saddles, and looked back at Boey outside. Their gaze met and looking at him, Boey seemed hesistant on her buying him a saddle. She did find a nice little wooden carving of an equestrian riding her loyal steed. It seemed to resemble a person with her physique, but with a different hairstyle. She bought it as a sort of good luck charm, and a little memory. She returned to Boey to see him trying to get untied from the pole, but Genny quickly stopped him by tugging at his cheek a little.

"Someone's ready to get riding again, huh? See, look how much fun we're having! I don't know why you'd ever want to stop this!"

She pushed him down and mounted him again to hold him in place, and sat on him while she inspected her purchase, appreciating all the fine details to the carving. She seemed quite comfortable on top of him, as her butt felt like it was sinking into her mount's mid-back. Eventually, she pocketed the piece and picked up the reins again, but something was off. He felt her legs and waist tense up as her attention quickly focused to where a creak from a nearby home's open door was heard.

"Let's get moving, Boey," she said, before cracking the reins.

Another louder creak was heard from a different house, and Boey halted as Genny pulled him to a stop, holding completely still for a moment.

"Why is it so empty here? I'm getting chills…" she commented before starting Boey again, back out of town.

Trotting along at a slow pace, Genny had Boey focus on the dusty town road while she looked for more signs of life. Boey felt Genny jerk straight up when a cold wind blew across the two, and he could feel her heart pounding through her thighs.

"Okay, Boey, take us out of here! Go!" she commanded, cracking the reins.

Her mount set off at a faster pace than before, heading to the edge of town. Genny had been thoroughly creeped out by this town, and it was obvious to him she was ready to leave. He went as fast as he could, but when Genny kicked the spurs into his sides, Boey's pace increased even more. That was a harder strike than before, and he wasn't quite ready for it. Genny was gettting nervous, and she jabbed the spurs into him again, sending him into a dash. Boey worked as hard as he could, but Genny spurred him again, unable to keep her patience in leaving the town. He went dizzy from the exertion it took to move at the speed she wanted him to reach, but within seconds, Genny kicked the spurs into him once again, until they'd finally made it out of town.

"Thank goodness I have my spurs," Genny said. "I don't know how we would have gotten out of there if I hadn't used them."

Exhausted, Boey only panted in response.

"Oh, sorry, Boey, I didn't mean to tire you out…" Genny apologized while caringly petting his head. "Why don't you take a break? Just let me know when you're ready!"

She allowed him a break, and Boey enjoyed the moment. Being sat on by Genny wasn't so bad, especially since she was relatively light. When he nodded, the girl spoke to him.

"Alright! Let's roll! Kck-kck!" she said, sending him forward.

After a few minutes of riding away from the town, they made it back to the plains. Boey felt relief after being on all fours while on top of the cool grass, which felt nicer under his gloves than stone or dirt. Genny's torso swiveled as she looked behind her, seeing the town in the distance.

"We've got a lot of ground to cover. Are you ready?" she asked.

Boey nodded, and felt her spurs land under his ribs as she swiveled her heels.

"Hehe! Okay, this speed should be fine! But I'll spur you if you need it, Boey!" she said.

The pace he was at was a bit faster than the average pace they'd have while on the road, so it truly was a "training day," he thought. With just Genny on his back, Boey found that he enjoyed the challenge she was giving him, to some degree. It certainly wasn't how he'd have preferred to spend the day, but he liked getting better at this, even if it wasn't a skill he had wanted to have...
Genny looked back at the sun to see it already beginning to set. The clouds gave away a bit to reveal a sort of sparkling grassy path back towards the castle.
"Uh oh, we're running out of time…" she commented. "Well… go Boey, go! We've gotta get back before dark!" She said, excitedly whipping the reins. Boey increased his pace a slight degree, and he felt Genny bound a little bit in satisfaction with his new speed.

As they both saw the open gates to the garden of the castle. Boey felt relief, but Genny wasn't about to let up.
At the stretch back to the garden, she yelled "Home stretch! Go Boey Go!" as she pushed the spurs into him. They trotted across the plains until they made it to the seat where they started this whole escapade. Boey's legs could not take it anymore, and so he nearly collapsed on the ground. Genny pulled on the reins just in time, keeping him on all fours before he could collapse, so that she could dismount properly. She hopped off of his back, and began to remove the spurs on her boots. As he stood up, Genny walked over to him, and got very close as she reached up and undid his bit.

"How was that? Did you like those spurs?"

Boey didn't want to sour her mood, especially after he'd let her have so much fun with him already. Avoiding his true feelings of the metal heel-balls, he responded:

"I'm not sure I'm ready for them, but sure, they were alright…"

"Not ready?" Genny asked.

"Y-yeah…" Boey said, "but after more training, maybe I can handle them…"

"Okay! I'm happy to train you as much as you like! We'll get you ready for them soon, Boey! But until then, I won't use them."

"...Got it." he said. He considered this to be a satisfactory ending to the conversation. He shuddered when he imagined what being ridden by Mae or Celica wearing spurs would be like…

"Sorry I took you out for so long," Genny said, realizing just how dark it was in the garden, "but wow! I got to ride for hours! Oh, right, sorry..."

"...It's alright, Genny. Let's just get to bed."

"Definitely! I'm tired!"