Hayame's nightmare is based in a stable, specifically a single large stall. The stall is filled with hay, and there is the scent of something hot and urgent in the air as she hazily comes to consciousness. Her legs do not move when she tries to lift them, they are hobbled with ropes to prevent kicking. No actual words leave her mouth, because there is a bit biting in to the corners of her lips, her tongue sliding uselessly on the metal that keeps her mouth open and saliva dripping down her chin. When she tries to move her hands to remove it, to untie the bindings keeping her close to a slanted, table-like post, nothing happens... because there are no hands. No hands, no nothing, only the scarred, rounded shoulders of a jinba that has had their arms flensed off at the joint to render them incapable of caring for themselves without human masters.
But the most horrifying thing that she notices, as she struggles against her bounds and begins to work up a lathering sweat on her flanks desperately trying to escape... is that her tail has been trussed up to bare where she burns with seasonal heat. She becomes increasingly desperate, time blurs, but eventually... the stable door creaks open. The heavy clatter of antsy hooves shuffle across the ground, human voices mutter platitudes like thatta girl as hands pat her rump regardless of how she tries to kick or scream, as fingers check her readiness and discuss amongst themselves if she'll do better being bound tighter or if the stud they've chosen for her this month is strong enough to manage her as is.
Even the voices eventually fade into unintelligible background murmurs, though, as she realizes that she's caught the scent of the stallion behind her even though she's unable to turn her head to even see the face of the partner the stable master has chosen for her, beyond a hint of shadow and heavy, panting breath. Her teeth crack and grind against the bit, she struggles as she feels a groom tug her tail aside, panics when she hears another slap against the stallion's side to encourage him forward to mount-
Hayame does not usually wake from her nightmares until it's done and she's left shamed and broken on the breeding post, forced into the fate her own dam had lived, the one she had been trying to avoid all of her life. The fate of an Armless broodmare.
cw: amputation, forced breeding
But the most horrifying thing that she notices, as she struggles against her bounds and begins to work up a lathering sweat on her flanks desperately trying to escape... is that her tail has been trussed up to bare where she burns with seasonal heat. She becomes increasingly desperate, time blurs, but eventually... the stable door creaks open. The heavy clatter of antsy hooves shuffle across the ground, human voices mutter platitudes like thatta girl as hands pat her rump regardless of how she tries to kick or scream, as fingers check her readiness and discuss amongst themselves if she'll do better being bound tighter or if the stud they've chosen for her this month is strong enough to manage her as is.
Even the voices eventually fade into unintelligible background murmurs, though, as she realizes that she's caught the scent of the stallion behind her even though she's unable to turn her head to even see the face of the partner the stable master has chosen for her, beyond a hint of shadow and heavy, panting breath. Her teeth crack and grind against the bit, she struggles as she feels a groom tug her tail aside, panics when she hears another slap against the stallion's side to encourage him forward to mount-
Hayame does not usually wake from her nightmares until it's done and she's left shamed and broken on the breeding post, forced into the fate her own dam had lived, the one she had been trying to avoid all of her life. The fate of an Armless broodmare.