older story

[arisumudvixen]

If anyone has it. It's called "Gail's Gallop" and I believe it came from the sticky site way back when.

I'm not sure if anyone has a copy, or could find it archived?

[mudmaiden]

An initial search reveals that it was written by Crypto.

[schlamm]

It was a dark and stormy night, and Gail enjoyed going to bed with a good book during an early summer thunderstorm. She was glad, however, that the storms had cleared by the time she awoke and that it was shaping up to be a bright and sunny day - a great day for a horseback ride. The birds were her alarm clock that morning... just as they were every Saturday morning. Like most people, she wished she could spend every day doing the things she enjoyed most. Not that she didn't like being a construction worker for the county road commission - being outside, the exhilaration of doing physical work, and the benefit of a deep golden tan and toned fit body for which she got plenty of whistles and horn blowing from the various male motorists and truckers passing by. It's just that the constant droning of heavy equipment, the thick smell of tar, the heat of the road, and the rush of busy traffic made her long for the quiet solitude and cool fresh air of the forests. Though she took a few classes in college toward becoming a computer programmer, she decided that sitting inside behind a desk and tied to a pager just wasn't for her.

For the last year and a half, Gail lived in a simple ranch-style house on 40 acres of wooded land, surrounded on two sides by a large national forest and park. She shared it with her cats Furnando and Lumbar; her black lab Storm; her tropical fish Crystal, Rainbow, Yukon, Pearl, Tulip, and Oscar; and her horse Splendor. Well, Splendor didn't exactly share the house; he had his own stable and large pasture to call his own. Shuffling down the hall in just her long, gray night-shirt and underwear, Gail entered the kitchen, suddenly followed by the cats. She opened the back door and let Storm out, then filled their food dishes with their morning meal. Then she started preparing her own breakfast, wondering where she would ride today.

After a big breakfast and letting Storm back in to eat, she took a quick shower, got dressed, and headed out to the stable. Her knee-high, black riding boots protected her tight, faded blue jeans as her feet splashed through the water puddles and squished in the slick, brown mud of the paddock created by the heavy rains last night. "Good morning, Splendor," she said kindly. "Ready for a ride today?" Splendor whinnied and snorted in response. "I'll take that as a 'yes' then." Gail proceeded to brush and saddle him up as he ate his morning oats and hay. After he finished his drink, she hoisted herself up into the saddle and trotted out through the gate.

Her new English saddle was still a little stiff but was definitely more comfortable than her old Western saddle that she bought used last year. The salesman at the tack shop from which she bought the saddle also tried real hard to sell her a "proper" riding outfit, consisting of riding breeches, jacket, chaps, and even a cute little hat. She figured sales must have been slow in the clothing department as she politely declined... several times. No, she found jeans and a long-sleeve shirt, like the deep red turtleneck she was wearing now, more than adequate against twigs and brush and very comfortable. And her round-brim "cowgirl" hat protected her head and eyes from the sun as her long, blonde hair hung freely from behind and blew in the wind. Gail turned Splendor onto their well-worn path into the forest. "Let's go boy," she commanded, leaning forward and joggling the reins, and the horse broke into a gallop, kicking up clumps of mud behind them.

It was just after 8:30 in morning, and what a beautiful morning it was. The sun was already shining brightly and warm, the air was fresh with just a hint of cool humidity from last night's storm, and the birds chirped happily amongst the trees as patches of mist from the evaporating rain arose from the bright green leaves. Splendor's light brown coat shined in the sunlight in contrast to his dark mane, feet, and tail as he galloped down the trail, his graceful yet powerful stride causing Gail's full, round breasts to bounce freely, unfettered by the restrictions and discomfort of a bra. The rushing wind blew through Gail's long hair which danced briskly behind her, the occasional strand wisping around and into her face.

As they entered the sweet smell of the small pine grove, Gail slowed Splendor down to their normal walking pace. After all, she was out for a leisurely ride and didn't want all of nature's beauty to go passing by hastily. In fact, as they later exited the pines, she saw three deer grazing in the meadow. They of course spotted her almost immediately, dashed into the woods, and disappeared. She then heard the cry of a hawk. She looked up and saw two of them circling high above the meadow, looking for mice and such. And from her vantage point high upon Splendor, she saw a rabbit scurry away from her just a few feet away. It was indeed a great day.

After a while, they came upon water flowing across the main trail. Up ahead, she could see that the stream they normally crossed had swollen its banks from the recent rain. It wouldn't have taken much, however, since its banks were quite low to begin with. But just on the other side where the trail normally continues, she could also see a large, fallen oak across its path. It must have been blown over by the winds from last night's storm after being weakened by the over-flowing waters. As Splendor bent down for a drink, Gail pondered her situation. Though she normally didn't mind a little challenge and excitement now and then, she did not want to chance crossing it with Splendor and risk breaking a leg or something, especially since it didn't look like she would be able to see the stream bottom through the stirred up silt and didn't know what might be there to trip on. So, she decided to detour on one of the less traveled paths and into less familiar territory. That should be daring and adventurous enough as well as offer new sites to see.

Gail reined Splendor around and headed off through the sparse woods. Having hiked a portion of this trail before with her dog Storm, she knew this trail meandered around the boundaries of the marsh, so she had a fairly good idea of where they were headed and had no qualms about getting lost. Further down the path, the ground started getting muddy. Not entirely unexpected, but in one spot, the mud became rather deep - half way to Splendor's hocks - and he became a bit hesitant to continue. Seeing drier ground farther up the trail, Gail jumped down to lead her horse across this particularly nasty patch of mud. Her feet nearly sank to the tops of her tall boots in the soft, thick, black muck as she landed with a muffled SPLAT. She almost fell a couple of times as one of her feet got stuck and almost pulled her boot off. "Damn, this stuff's worse than the concrete I poured last fall!" Gail pulled one leg free and plopped it ahead of the other, then proceeded to extract the other foot and plunged it in front of the already vanishing first, repeating this cycle as she lead her horse along. But they slogged along and made it through, feet squelching loudly all the way. Gail reached down and scraped the excess muck from her boots, then shook it from her hands. "Yeach," she exclaimed, wiping her hands on her pants. She reassured Splendor as she climbed back up and continued on for some time without any further such incidents.

It was almost 10:30 when the sky started getting dark again, and the distant sound of thunder could be heard rumbling. Since she had almost a two-hour ride back home and by then it would be lunchtime, Gail turned around and headed back. Half an hour later, it began to rain. It was a light, warm, summer rain, and she was soon soaking wet. Water dripped from the brim of her leather hat, and her thin, cotton shirt clung tightly to her, showing every curve of her well-proportioned breasts. Her hardened nipples stood out against the damp, dark red fabric of the turtleneck as she looked up and tried catching rain drops in her mouth, her arms extended outwards. It was wonderful.

But as it began to rain a little harder, Gail decided to try a shortcut down a well-used deer path along the outermost rim of the marsh. It wouldn't cut that much time off her ride back, probably no more than 30 minutes, but she thought, "Why see the same terrain twice?" The path wasn't too bad, with only the occasional twig needing to be pushed aside, as it slowly descended toward the marsh. It wasn't all that muddy either, including where the path eventually leveled out along the fen's edge. Even the rain had mostly stopped as the sun started to peek out here and there. "Fickle Michigan weather," she said softly to herself. She skirted the slope of a wooded ridge on the one side while steering clear of the low lying waters of the marsh on the other.

Suddenly, a loud burst of beating wings erupted from the undergrowth below. They had spooked a few woodcocks from the brush right under their feet; harmless enough, but unfortunately, the barrage of fluttering game birds fleeing in all directions had startled Splendor, causing him to bolt. He began running down the path blindly. Before Gail could get him under control, he had run past a bend in the trail, and they began crashing through the woods and down the sloping bank toward the marsh. Gail protected her face from the sting of the branches whipping across her, losing her hat in the process. She was relieved when they entered a clearing, but only for a brief second as she felt the ground seemingly disappear from under Splendor's feet. The jolt of their abrupt halt nearly caused her to be thrown forward over the horse's shoulders, but she managed to catch herself against his thick neck.

Splendor had run into a quaking expanse of deep, thick, grayish-black mud, tenuously covered with tufts of short, green grass growing here and there across the surface. The open area of boggy ground must have been at least 40 feet across and just as wide, sparsely encompassed by trees and brush. The momentum from his frightened dash carried them several feet into the quivering morass as Splendor continued to struggle onward, splattering warm muck everywhere.

"Whoa, boy... WHOA!" shouted Gail. But then, without warning, Splendor reared up in an attempt to free his deeply buried front legs. Caught off guard by the sudden redirection of lunging thrusts, Gail was thrown off, landing squarely on her rear end with a thick sounding PLOP in the mire behind her horse. Splendor continued to plod ahead, trying to get out, but he just mired himself deeper and deeper into the bog. Sitting there in the sticky muck, she could feel the whole expanse of unstable ground shake with his powerful struggles as he became hopelessly stuck, his underside settling into the soft earth. Without thinking, Gail tried to get up and go to his aid but immediately sank to her hips in the quagmire, the soft mud quickly enveloping the shapely curves of her derriere.

Splendor's wails of terror struck at Gail's heart like a dagger as she struggled toward him. She leaned forward, placing her hands on the surface of the mire, and tried pulling her legs out. The cheek muscles of her firm behind could be seen flexing through her wet and muddy jeans from the strain, but her efforts were futile as the pull of each leg sent the other deeper still, her arms sinking past the elbow into the yielding mire until her swaying breasts brushed against the mud's surface. She was now sunk well over her waist with her chest buried into the smooth, rich-smelling muck. Gail pulled her arms from the mire and managed to straighten herself somewhat by wiggling herself into a more upright position, causing her to slip further into the quaking mud which then engulfed most of her ribs.

They were trapped and slowly sinking. But out of the recesses of her mind, she did recall from one of her childhood Ranger Rick magazines that a bog, quagmire, or even quicksand can not actually suck anything down; it's the struggling that makes you sink and go under. That's what made it dangerous, along with the possibility of hypothermia. Fortunately in this case, the chance of dying from exposure was nil; the temperature of the bog was comfortable, almost therapeutic, warmed by the hot sun beating down from above and caressing every submerged inch of her tense body. But with Splendor's frantic bucking, he was definitely in trouble of suffocating under the mire's deadly grip.

Gail tried again to move closer to him in an attempt to calm him and keep him from struggling himself deeper. This time she leaned backwards, resting her back on the mire and jutting her proud, muddy breasts skyward. With her arms spread out to the sides, she tried working her legs back up to the surface, twisting from side to side with each pull of a leg, but they were too deeply buried now and, even though she made some progress with them, it was too little in comparison to the counter action of pulling the rest of her body downward. Tensing her stomach muscles, she straightened herself upright again and slid back into the mud deeper than before, her light blonde hair now matted with dark mud.

Then, off in the distance, she thought she could hear the drone of a motorbike or something. It sounded as if it was getting closer. She took a deep breath and began to yell as loudly as she could... "HEEEELLP!! Somebody HELP! I'm stuck! HEEEELLP!!" When she stopped to catch her breath, all was quiet; she could no longer hear the roar of the small engine. "Oh no," she sighed. Splendor bucked some more against the mud, but exhaustion was obviously beginning to overcome him. Gail tried to calm him, "It's okay, boy; we'll get out of here." She then noticed that her own predicament wasn't any better. Even without struggling, she was still slowly sinking deeper into the quagmire which was now pressing up on the underside of her ample breasts.

Gail began to call out again: "HEEEELLP! I'm sinking in a mud bog! HEEEELLP!!" This time when she stopped her pleas, she heard the start and revving of a motor again. It was definitely heading her way now. She had been heard! She looked back at her horse again. By now, Splendor had stopped fighting the firm embrace of the bog which had swallowed him well past his ribs to the base of his neck and tail, but she could still see the mud oozing slowly up toward his shoulders. Help was hopefully on the way... yet was it going to be here in time? But soon, she could see someone heading toward her through the trees and brush on a 4-wheel ATV. It was the DNR Conservation Officer. Gail felt a wave of relief at the prospect of rescue as the mud began to mold about the curves of her well-defined breasts.

Fortunately for her, he was out patrolling the area, looking for storm damage blocking the trails, when he heard her calls for help. He quickly pulled the vehicle up to the edge and hopped off. "Hang on; I'll get you out!" he said reassuringly. His brown uniform was still a bit damp from the sudden rain shower as he stepped behind the quad, unstrapped and set aside a chainsaw, opened a utility box behind the seat, and pulled out a heavy-duty, yellow nylon rope. "Here... grab hold," he said, tossing one end out to her. The rope landed right in front of her, splattering warm mud across her face. Gail quickly grabbed it, wrapped it around herself just under her arms, and tied it off in front just as her breasts were enveloped in unison by the sticky mire. "Okay, ready."

His badge glinted in the sunlight as he began pulling her out. The muscles in his arms bulged with effort, his biceps stretching the armholes of his short-sleeve shirt. His army surplus boots dug deeply into the soft bank as he pulled carefully but steadily hand over hand on the rope. Mud began to collect in front of Gail and rolled over her shoulders before the officer could pull her up enough so that she didn't get a face full of mud. Her breasts finally emerged, coated in soft, blackish muck with the rope pressing them tightly together from the sides. Gail held the rope firmly with both hands in front of her until she could feel firmer ground beneath her. She stood as best as she could in the thicker mud and began to slog her way toward the officer who stepped closer, grabbed her hand, and pulled her the rest of the way out.

"Are you okay?" he asked kindly.

"Yes, thank you, but I'm worried about my horse. We need to get him out!" Gail replied with concern for Splendor.

"I don't know. I think he's gonna be too big for just the two of us to pull out of there," he said with obvious doubt in his voice, "and the nearest... well wait a minute. I might be able to pull him out with the quad if you can also coax him to struggle his way toward the edge as well. But we'll need to rig some sort of harness or something - the rope will just cut into his hide if we don't."

Gail thought a moment, then had an idea. "I think the saddle is strong enough if we tie the ends of your rope to each side of the saddle on the girth straps, then tie it to the back of your 4-wheeler. I think that might work."

"Well, it's worth a shot. Come on; we'll have to move around to the other side in order to pull him forward." They carefully went around the edge of the bog, the officer on the quad and Gail walking with the coiled rope. Clumps of mud dripped from her soiled body as she walked behind the ATV along the spongy perimeter of the treacherous mud bog. Once the officer got the vehicle positioned, he approached the edge of the mire and began to take off his gun belt as he prepared to crawl through the mud out to the horse.

"No, let me do it; he knows and trusts me." Gail took the ends of the rope and waded out into the mire as far as she could without getting bogged down, which was no more than four or five feet, then laid down on her stomach and began crawling out to her trapped horse. With her weight spread out across the surface, she didn't sink... not much anyway. By now, the bog was so churned up that every little force exerted simply yielded into its grasp. Her pawing arms kept disappearing into the depths of the loose muck, and her kicking legs had very little resistance to push against as they, too, became covered under a few inches of liquid earth. If it wasn't such a life threatening situation, she would appear quite comical, wallowing slowly through the soft mire, her cute mud-covered butt wiggling back and forth. But she was determined to save her best friend as she softly spoke to him, trying to keep him from panicking again.

Splendor was still; his dark eyes watched her as he blinked frequently from the mud splattered in them. She could see the look of resignation in his gaze. His head rested in the mud, nostrils flaring with labored breathing. "Steady boy, you'll be out soon. I promise." And she meant it; Gail was not about to leave him here like this. She would do whatever it took to get him out. She reached down into the mire and found the girth strap. Taking one end of the rope, she tied it as high as possible up and under the saddle flap that was now half buried in the muck. She tied a secure knot, a handy skill learned from her construction experience. Gail then squirmed around to the other side and tied the other end, the mud squeezing between her fingers as they worked the rope. She rubbed Splendor on the nose before heading back. "Good boy," she said with a tear in her eye. She unfastened one end of the reins from the bridle, wrapped it around her right wrist, and began pulling her way back to solid ground with the aid of the rope that the officer was still holding tightly in the middle of its length. However, half way back, the lead became taut; it wasn't long enough to reach the quicksand's edge. Gail released it and continued on out.

The officer gave her a hand out of the slurping quagmire again, then tied his mid-section end of the rope to the hitch on the back of the 4-wheeler. "Okay, let's give it a try," he said. He started the quad and slowly crept ahead. As the rope became taut, he applied a little more throttle. The faint sound of stretching leather could be heard as the rope pulled on the saddle. Gail began to call out: "Come on, Splendor. Let's go. You can do it." But the horse didn't move. His strength was sapped from his previous efforts to free himself early on, and he didn't have the energy to try again. The DNR officer revved the engine a little more but without success. The wheels of the 4x4 spun and began to dig into the soft ground. Gail then trudged back into the mire up to her hips and grabbed the end of the rein. "Come on, Splendor!" she yelled, clicking her tongue and pulling on the lead. "Come on... get out of there! You can do it! Giddyup!!" Splendor started to buck and thrash against the mire with renewed vigor.

The quad's motor began to whine annoyingly, and clumps of mud began to fly as the officer gave it more power as he felt some forward movement. "That's it; keep him coming!" he called back to Gail whom he could see half mired in the bog again. With the combined pull of the ATV and the horse's own struggles, Splendor was slowing being extracted from the quagmire toward more stable ground. Globs of warm, dark mud were being splattered everywhere by his thrashing as the unrelenting quagmire made sucking and blorping sounds with attempts to retain its prey. Eventually, after much work and Gail's emphatic encouragement, Splendor found more stable footing near the edge and darted out of the mire, nearly bowling Gail over in the process. She let out a sigh of relief that he was finally free.

Then her attentions turned back to her current dilemma. She was stuck again, having been devoured up to her waist in the treacherous ooze. Gail twisted and turned, trying to evict her buried legs, but that only drove her down deeper. "Ummm... I need a little help here again," she called out to the officer who had already noticed her distress and was looking for a stick or something since his only rope was rather tied up at the moment. Finding an old, fallen tree, he broke off a sturdy, dead limb and rushed over to Gail who was now up to her heaving bosom in the merciless bog. Her breathing had become heavy and her body tingled from all the exertion. The tenacious, gooey soil crept over her hardened nipples with uninhibited persistence as her chest rose and fell with her panting.

The officer stepped into the viscous mess and trudged as close as he could to Gail, sinking to his crotch in the process. "Here, grab this," he said, extending the branch to her. As he leaned forward, Gail was just able to grab the end of it, but she tightly clenched what little she had hold of. Her arms started to tremble slightly as she began to tire from the constant battle with the quagmire. The muscles in her arm, glistening from the smooth coating of dark mud in the sunlight, rippled with determination as the bounteous proportions of her breasts succumbed to the hungry mire yet again. However, the valiant efforts of the officer caused the bog to surrender them once more. As he pulled her out, Gail noticed that those same efforts were causing him to slip deeper into the quickmud's grasp, the sticky sludge creeping over the modest bulge in his tight, dark brown pants and up to the buckle of his black belt. Fortunately by then, Gail was in range of his strong hands which reached out and clasped onto hers. With just a little more tugging, Gail found the thicker footing of mud beneath her feet, and the both of them struggled their way to more inviting ground.

Once free, Gail ran up to where Splendor was standing, snorting and covered in muck, and gave him a hug around his thick, muddy neck. "Everything's okay now. I'll get you home and cleaned up." She continued stroking the horse's neck as she turned toward the officer. "Thank you very much. I'm afraid of what would have happened if you hadn't come along."

"All in a day's work," he said modestly as he began to untie the rope. "Did you want to get cleaned up down by the water? You really look a sight," he said, admiring how the smooth coating of mud made her clothes cling to her well-toned and shapely form.

"No, I've had enough of the marsh for today," she replied, noticing his glances.

"Then let me give you a ride back to your vehicle and trailer or where ever you need to go."

"That won't be necessary," she said as she undid the rest of the rope from Splendor's saddle. "I live about an hour from here."

"Are you sure you are all right? I don't want you to collapse half way back."

"No, really... I'm fine, but thanks for the offer. I just wish I could somehow repay you for your help. Do you have any dinner plans for this evening? I grill a mean steak and tender corn on the cob right in husks. And I can throw together some potato salad as well."

"You needn't do that. I'm just glad I was here to help."

"But it's the least I can do. In fact, I insist... say around 6:00pm. Nothing formal of course, but it would really mean a lot to me... please," she pleaded.

"All right, but let me bring the drinks. Is beer to your liking? Otherwise, I could...."

"That would be perfect - just make sure it's cold. I live on the south end of the park in the brick ranch where Centerline Road curves and changes to Pine Avenue - can't miss it. It's the only paved driveway in the area."

"I'll be there. Now you're sure you can make it back okay?" he asked, tossing the rope back into the box and securing the chainsaw on the back again.

"Yes, thank you; I'll be fine." And with that, Gail took Splendor's reins and began to lead him back up to the path. "Oh, wait," she said, turning back around. I don't even know your name."

"Glen," he said.

"Mine's Gail. I'll see you at six, Glen." Glen just smiled, started his ATV, and drove off... but not without Gail noticing him give her another admiring glance.

After finding her hat, Gail walked Splendor much of the way home before riding him the rest of the way. "We've got some serious bathing to do," she said as she dismounted and led him into the paddock. She pulled the muddy saddle and bridle off and placed them on the fence. Then strolled over to the water trough and fell backwards into it. She noticed Splendor looking at her. "It needed cleaning anyway." She emerged drenched but most of the dried on mud had washed off. Then she proceeded to strip down to her birthday suit and tossed her mud-laden clothes on the fence next to the saddle - it was one of the advantages of living in a wooded area with your nearest neighbors more than a mile away. She walked over to the hose she used to clean out the stable's stall, turned it on half way, dragged it over to where Splendor was standing, and began to hose him down. As she stood there in the buff, scrubbing off the dried mud, she began to realize how handsome the conservation officer was and began to look forward to this evening.

[arisumudvixen]

thank you. I'll send this to my friend who was searching for it right away.

[Meeca]

That's a bloody good classic.