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In the village, taxis are people who carry other people and goods from one place to another in the village. They have saddles with stirrups on their shoulders so the passenger or rider can travel comfortably.
PASSENGER/TAXI DRIVER RELATIONSHIP
Some passengers, on easy journeys, short trips, or sightseeing tours, climb onto and sit on the taxi's shoulders, allowing the taxi to move freely. In these cases, the passenger and taxi converse peacefully, and the passenger does not direct the course, resulting in a passenger/taxi driver relationship.
In the passenger/taxi driver relationship, there is more dialogue and cooperation. The passenger trusts the taxi driver to take them to their destination, allowing the taxi driver to decide the route and pace. They may receive directions from the passenger, almost as if it were a shared walk or a guided tour, but the passenger sits comfortably on the taxi driver's shoulders.
The passenger pays the taxi driver for the service provided.
RIDER/HORSE RELATIONSHIP
On the other hand, there are other passengers who, on more dynamic rides, in situations where the rider wants to impose pace or direction, and with the consent of the taxi, bridle the horse, climb onto the horse with complete control over the saddle placed on the horse's shoulders, grab the reins, and lead the horse with clear commands using reins, whip, and spurs, forming a rider/horse relationship.
In the rider/horse relationship, the rider not only climbs onto the horse but also takes full control of the taxi/horse: they bridle the horse, climb onto the saddle with stirrups, grab the reins, and actively guide the horse, even using the whip and spurs to indicate direction, pace, or speed, while the horse surrenders completely to the rider's command.
This second relationship reflects a more dominant dynamic, in which the taxi offers itself fully as an obedient horse, and the passenger exercises authority as a rider. The interaction is more intense, with the rider demonstrating leadership, firmness, and elegance while riding.
If the rider is ordinary, the rider pays the horse; if the rider is good, the service may be free, as a kind of honor for the horse; and if the rider is spectacular, due to her beauty, charisma, or dominance, the horse pays the rider. That is, he serves her and, on top of that, feels privileged to do so, even giving her gifts, favors, or offering extended service time.
This system suggests that in the rider/horse relationship, the rider's value may go beyond simple economic exchange. The horse not only carries her, but admires her and rewards her for allowing it to be ridden.
CONSIDERATIONS ABOUT BOTH STYLES
The distinction between passenger/taxi driver and rider/horse reflects not only a difference in travel style, but also in the level of control and dynamics between the two participants.
All passenger-taxi driver or rider-horse relationships must be respectful and begin with clear consent from both parties. Forced riding or riding without prior agreement is not permitted. Taxi drivers must be physically strong enough to provide the service. No trip should exceed 30 minutes without a break, and it is recommended to change taxis on long journeys or take regular breaks. The use of riding crops or spurs is only permitted if the taxi driver has expressly agreed to this type of activity. There are designated trails and areas in the village for this type of transport.
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There are clear differences between being a taxi driver and being a horse rider, although both offer the same type of physical service: carrying someone on their shoulders. However, the disposition, attitude, and type of relationship with the passenger/rider make the difference.
TAXI DRIVER
A person (mostly men) who: Offers transportation services in exchange for payment. Is willing to carry someone on their shoulders with a saddle and stirrups. Does not require domination or reining. Maintains a certain degree of independence: accepts directions, but does not submit completely. Has a commercial, neutral, and professional relationship with the passenger.
The taxi driver carries the passenger autonomously; their relationship with the passenger is professional and/or functional (service contract); they carry a saddle with stirrups, receive payment, and are available as needed.
The taxi driver is generally between 18 and 40 years old; they may be a strong young man or an adult with experience carrying weight and traveling long distances. Their build is robust or resistant. They usually wear comfortable, breathable clothing, sometimes with shoulder padding for the saddle, and don't require any adornments or special submissive elements. Their demeanor is professional, polite, and helpful, but they are independent; they don't allow themselves to be dominated or controlled, although they respect and follow instructions.
Example: Pedro is a taxi driver. María pays him, gets in, and chats amiably with him, and Pedro takes her wherever she wants.
HORSE
They are people (mainly men) who: Volunteer to be ridden and guided. They accept the use of reins, whip, spurs, bridle, saddle, stirrups, and even a bit. They gladly submit to the domination of a female rider (especially if she is beautiful or charismatic). They don't necessarily charge; some even pay to be ridden if the rider is spectacular. The relationship is more than functional: it is one of admiration, devotion, and sometimes devotion.
The horse is guided entirely by its rider; its relationship with her is one of consensual and/or emotional dominance. It carries a saddle, stirrups, bridle, and reins; while she uses reins, spurs, and whip. The horse may offer its services for free or even pay the rider, and is available out of devotion, admiration, or pleasure.
The horse can range from adolescent (14+) to senior (50+), as long as they are voluntarily and emotionally committed to the role; in this regard, age is not a limitation if devotion and willingness are high. It is often slimmer or more agile than taxi drivers. It has sturdy knees (in case it kneels before the rider) and a back capable of supporting its weight gracefully. The horses are prepared in more detail: they have a saddle with stirrups, reins, a bridle with a bit, and sometimes a breastplate. Some wear knee or elbow pads for extended rides, and if the rider so chooses, they may wear decorations, collars, leashes, or even bells.
The horse is obedient, docile, with emotional commitment and admiration for the rider; its attitude is submissive, devoted, and eager to please. They can kneel, crawl, and be ridden on all fours, trot, or gallop according to the rider's wishes. Many are proud to be ridden and go out of their way to provide the best possible experience.
Example: Lucy bridles Jorge, rides him with mastery and grace, and Jorge feels honored, even offering her gifts after the ride.
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Passengers and riders, although both ride on another person's shoulders, have marked differences in their attitude, control, physique, and connection with the person carrying them.
THE PASSENGERS
They generally range from children, adolescents, and adults (8 to 30 years old or older). Many are people who need transportation, with no real intention of dominating the taxi driver.
They are light to moderate in weight, so as not to overtax the taxi driver. They don't require physical strength or dominance skills. They are usually thin, small, or medium-sized, although there are exceptions.
They dress in casual, practical clothing, ideal for getting around town. Some frequent passengers carry a small bag of coins or a cell phone to pay, and they don't use control tools like reins or spurs.
Their attitude is friendly, talkative, and relaxed. They enjoy the ride, ask questions, observe their surroundings, and don't dominate the taxi driver: they respect him and follow his pace.
THE RIDERS
They are mainly young women between the ages of 14 and 30, although there may be exceptions (both at the upper and lower levels). The most notable are charismatic and dominant young women, although there are also male riders.
Their figures are elegant, well-defined, and dominant. Female riders tend to have curvaceous bodies, long legs, and an upright posture. They are physically attractive or striking, which enhances their authority over the horse.
Their clothing is usually imposing or provocative, designed to emphasize their presence (tight tops, shorts, jeans, high boots or heeled ankle boots. Sometimes a cowboy hat, gloves, sunglasses, and a scarf around their neck). They carry control tools: reins, a whip, spurs, and even their own saddle.
Their demeanor is confident, firm, and dominant. They guide the horse with precision and elegance. Their gaze, voice, and gestures command respect and obedience. If they are spectacular, the horse not only obeys them: he feels honored to serve them.
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In this picturesque town, relationships between riders and horses break with traditional stereotypes and are based on consent, mutual admiration, and the desire to serve or dominate, regardless of age. What matters is not the age of the body, but the attitude, the emotional bond, and the role assumed with pride.
In other words, the streets of the town are filled with scenes that reflect the richness of bonds and roles beyond age or physical strength, where charisma, willpower, and emotional dominance predominate.
YOUNG RIDER / OLDER ADULT HORSE (50+)
A young teenage lady, perhaps 14 to 18 years old, charismatic, self-confident, with a presence that commands respect, can proudly ride atop an older man, 50 or older. This scene communicates a lot:
• The young woman, confident, charming, and dominant, sits elegantly upright on the shoulders of the older man. • She, still young, is already a natural rider, skilled at directing him with a firm rein, an elegant whip, and spurs.
• The older man willingly allows himself to be dominated, with a mixture of devotion, admiration, and profound submission.
• He, with a devout smile, allows himself to be guided by her reins and responds diligently to every pressure of her spurs.
• The man doesn't feel humiliated, but honored: serving a young and spectacular rider is a privilege for him.
• The townspeople aren't surprised; they admire how a powerful young woman can inspire respect and devotion even in the most veteran.
• The age difference doesn't prevent him from being her faithful horse; on the contrary, he sees it as an honor.
It's common to see her with a calm smile, leading down the street while chatting, while he trots or walks crouched, following her every instruction. Onlookers, upon seeing her, acknowledge: "She was born to ride."
MATURE RIDER / YOUNG HORSE
On the other hand, the reverse is also true: a mature woman, imposing with her experience, elegance, and natural authority, rides a teenage boy, aged 14 to 17.
• This woman commands respect and wisdom, with a sharp gaze and a firm, elegant body.
• She knows how to ride elegantly, how to guide him with gentle reins, but with a voice that leaves no room for doubt.
• He, although young, has discovered in her a powerful figure, who attracts him and dominates him gently or firmly, depending on the moment.
• The young man deeply admires her, not only for her physique, but for her presence, confidence, and experience as a rider.
• He allows himself to be ridden, obedient and focused, galloping with youthful energy, but under the absolute control of his rider.
• For him, being her horse is a mixture of learning, admiration, and a desire to please her, even if he tires or stumbles. • In this case, the relationship blends intergenerational admiration, elegance, and mature dominance.
As they pass by on the street, their gait is so harmonious that many other women sigh, longing for such an obedient rider, and many other men observe them with respect… or envy.
THESE COMBINATIONS SHOW
• The rider-horse bond is not one of abusive power, but of will, fascination, and dedication.
• Age does not impose authority; charisma, will, and the connection between rider and horse do.
• The ride is symbolic and emotional, as well as physical.
• The riders, whether young or mature, exercise their dominance with elegance, enjoying not only the ride, but also the control and recognition.
• Both horses (young or old) admire their riders, who impress with their beauty, presence, and experience.
• Voluntary dedication, mutual respect, and above all, harmony in the role each assumes are valued.
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Karen (1)
Carlos is a loving father, 30 years old and 155 cm tall. (5'1"), who is carrying her 10-year-old son Juan through the town streets, Juan grew tired, and Carlos was carrying him on his shoulders.
Karen, a spectacular teenager, between 14 and 18 years old, 175 cm (5'9") tall, wearing a spectacular riding habit, highlighting her 13 cm (5") high platform boots, and clutching a riding crop, was waiting.
Karen, this spectacular teenage rider, was ready to ride, and her attire did not go unnoticed. Each piece of clothing emphasized her authority and imposing presence:
• A black cowboy hat, tilted slightly to one side, shading her face while revealing her confident smile.
• A tight-fitting, dark wine-colored riding blouse with gold buttons accentuated her youthful, athletic figure. The sleeves were rolled up just below the elbow, revealing her firm, elegant arms.
• Black leather gloves on her hands, one of which loosely held a short riding crop. and slim, with braided details.
• A wide, dark leather belt with a shiny silver buckle encircled her slim waist.
• Tight, light beige riding breeches that highlighted her long legs and perfectly defined her equestrian stance.
• And most striking: riding boots with 5" high heels and a platform, made of dark brown leather, that rose to just below the knee. Impeccably polished, they made a firm "clack" on the stones of the road.
Dressed like this, from head to toe, she not only looked like a rider, she looked like the queen of the corral (barn), and of the town as well.
Carlos and Juan greeted Karen with courteous "Good morning." She smiled and returned the greeting. Karen asked, "Have you seen a taxi around here? A horse?"
Carlos replied, "We've seen several, but they were busy because it's rush hour."
He stood before her, wearing high heels. She was 188 cm tall. (6’2”) and he is 155 cm. (6’1”), she is 33 cm. (1'1") taller than him, his height reached her shoulders.
The height difference was striking, even more so for its symbolic value:
• Karen, at 188 cm in heels, stood tall with confidence, her gaze descending in a friendly but natural manner.
• Carlos, at 155 cm, raised his face to speak to her. The line of his eyes was exactly at the level of Karen's breasts. That comparison alone made the difference in presence tangible.
Carlos:
• He felt respectful, somewhat intimidated, but fascinated.
• He admired the confidence with which she expressed herself and her impeccable attire.
• Inside him, there was a mixture of paternal pride at being with his son... and a sudden awareness of his own stature and role compared to a figure like Karen.
• There was something about her that invited him to bow slightly, perhaps in an involuntary gesture of deference.
Juan:
• Juan, from the shoulders of his Dad had a direct view of Karen's face.
• He was shocked and curious. He had never seen such an elegant and tall rider.
• Even though he was still a child, he sensed that Karen was no ordinary lady, and that even his father, whom he admired, seemed smaller in front of her.
• He climbed down from his father's shoulders.
This scene has a lot of symbolic power: the height difference, the generational contrast, the youthful authority figure (Karen), the courtesy with which both men greet her... and that pause that occurs when a spectacular rider enters the scene, dressed as if to conquer the streets.
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Karen (2)
This scene has a lot of symbolic power: the height difference, the generational contrast, the youthful authority figure, the courtesy with which both men greet her… and that pause that occurs when a spectacular rider enters the scene, dressed as if to conquer the streets.
Karen, having Carlos and Juan in front of her, felt powerful, charming, and in complete control of the scene, as befits a young rider who knows exactly who she is… and what she can inspire.
Seeing Carlos, a short, adult man, 155 cm tall, with a kind face, sweat on his forehead from carrying his son on his shoulders… she perceived him as tender and helpful, almost like a petite horse lovingly caring for its foal.
And when she saw Juan, the boy, up there on his father's shoulders, the scene seemed sweet… but also somewhat ironic: "A little horse with its foal on its shoulders? How adorable," she thought with a curious smile.
Karen felt that the scene belonged to her. Carlos and Juan were in her line of sight, under her gaze, and she could decide whether to simply continue on her way… or literally take the reins:
• Amused: She found the height difference amusing, and how both father and son, upon seeing her, arranged themselves as if they were before a special figure.
• Captivating: She knew her presence did not go unnoticed. Dressed as she was, upright, towering in her high-heeled boots, and carrying a riding crop… she was the center of attention.
• Superior: Not in a cruel or arrogant way, but natural. It was the feeling that comes with knowing you are desired, admired… and obeyed if you demand it.
But she also noticed that Carlos was no longer carrying Juan and Carlos's shoulders were free again, and this activated her rider's instinct, and she thought: "He has good shoulders. Short, yes… but strong, disciplined. Hmm… what if…?"
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Karen (3)
Karen asked with a smile, "Carlos, why did you take your son off your shoulders?"
Carlos, still smiling slightly, looked up at Karen—that imposing young woman whose voice sounded sweet but firm, like someone used to being listened to. He noticed the playful glint in her eyes, the way her riding crop swung gently in her glove… and felt the weight of the moment.
He took a deep breath, and with humility and warmth, he replied, "My son had rested long enough… and I thought if a rider like you was looking for a horse, perhaps… my shoulders could do the trick."
With that, Carlos lowered his gaze for a moment and then looked back at her with respect. It wasn't a plea, but a simple and gentlemanly offer. He understood perfectly who she was in this scene, and he wasn't uncomfortable with her role. On the contrary… something inside him ignited just seeing her standing, so tall, so confident, so equestrian.
Juan, the boy, beside his father, watched in amazement. He didn't fully understand what was happening, but he knew this lady wasn't like the others.
And Karen...
Karen asked, "Juan, why did you get off your father's shoulders?"
Juan looked up, meeting Karen's gaze. For a second, he felt small, but not frightened: fascinated. The figure of this teenage rider before him—tall, steady, with high-heeled boots and spurs that echoed as she stepped, and a riding crop resting loosely between her fingers—had something that captivated him.
He scratched the back of his neck a little, hesitating whether to respond with something serious or simply tell the truth. "Because... I got tired of being on top," he said finally, with childlike honesty. "And also... because I thought you wanted to get on."
He said it half jokingly, half seriously, but I knew he'd said something important, because Karen's face lit up with a wide smile, a mix of tenderness and mischief.
She bent down slightly—elegantly, without losing her height or poise—and said to him: "How generous you are, Juan. You're a good son... and a great observer."
Then she stood up completely again, and when she looked at Carlos, that smile transformed into a confident, slightly inquisitive look, like someone giving an order without actually giving it. "So... Juan, can I go up now?"
Juan nodded, almost without thinking, as if he understood the honor it represented.
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Karen (4)
Karen said, "I ride horses."
Carlos lowered his head slightly upon hearing those words. There was no aggressive tone in Karen's voice, but her statement carried weight. A clear and direct declaration: she wasn't just any passenger... she was a rider, one who takes the reins, who commands the rhythm, who rides with style and authority.
He looked up, regarding her with respect. He was used to carrying his son, taking him wherever necessary... but now, standing in front of this tall, self-confident young woman, he felt different. As if he were being offered a new role. More demanding, perhaps, but also... more exciting.
Juan, curious, asked gently, "And my dad... can he be a horse?"
Karen bent down gently, placed a gloved hand on the boy's shoulder, and, looking at him warmly, said, "Your dad has a good heart... and good shoulders. If he wants... he can be a great horse."
Then, standing again, her high-heeled boots perfectly aligned, her legs long and firm, her figure projecting elegance and power, she looked directly at Carlos. “But only if you accept that I'm not a passenger... but a rider.”
The riding crop rested in her hand, but it wasn't threatening. It was a symbol. Of her role, her style, her identity.
Carlos swallowed, not out of fear, but from that mixture of respect and expectation. He knew that if he said yes, it wasn't just about carrying her... it was about obeying her, following her rhythm, standing firm, and letting himself be guided.
“Are you going to adopt my dad?” Juan asked.
Karen let out a soft laugh, melodious, like bells in the wind. She didn't mock him, but Juan's question took her by surprise—it was so innocent, so direct, and yet... so profound.
She leaned slightly toward him, her high-heeled boots with spurs stamping the ground with authority as his free hand caressed her own hip. She looked at Juan with tenderness in her eyes and answered with that mixture of sweetness and firmness that only a confident rider can achieve: “No, little Juan… I'm not going to adopt your dad. I'M GOING TO BREAK HIM IN.”
Carlos felt a chill run down his spine. It wasn't fear, it was something deeper. Something ancestral. That young woman—as young as a daughter could be—was looking at him not as a father, but as a horse she could ride, direct, and call her own… at least as long as he allowed it.
Juan narrowed his eyes, processing the answer. And like a curious but astute child, he said, “And does that hurt?”
Karen smiled again, this time more mischievously. “Only if he resists.”
And then, as if that were the cue, she took a step forward, standing inches from Carlos. At that distance, the height difference was more evident than ever: her high-heeled boots made her look down on him, imposing, while the wind barely stirred her tied-back hair and the shine of her riding crop gleamed in the sun.
Carlos swallowed again.
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Karen (5)
Juan stood next to Karen.
Karen turned her face slightly and looked down to see Juan beside her.
The contrast was curious: she, tall, upright, dressed in her riding habit with high-heeled boots that made her even more elevated... and he, small, all of 10 years old, but with an attentive, expectant expression, as if he understood that something important was about to happen.
Karen looked at him with a soft, almost knowing smile. They didn't need words to fully understand each other. The boy, unknowingly, was approving the moment. Standing beside her, like someone acknowledging that the powerful figure in front of him was in control... and that it was fine that way.
Carlos, seeing his son standing next to the rider—as if she were his escort or assistant—felt a slight tremor in his chest. It was symbolic: his son was no longer riding him. Now he was beside someone who probably would. Not as son to father, but as rider to horse.
Karen raised an elegant eyebrow, still smiling. “Do you like how the suit looks on me, Juan?”
The boy nodded immediately. “Yes. You look like… a real rider. One of those who appear in books. And you command more than men.”
Karen let out a soft laugh, delighted by the comment. “So they say.”
Then she looked at Carlos… no longer with a question, but with expectation. As if saying wordlessly: everything is in order now, all that's missing is you.
Carlos said, as if he were Julius Caesar: “You too, my son?”
Juan looked at him with a mixture of innocence and mischief. He didn't fully understand the historical reference, but he grasped his father's dramatic tone. So he replied, without losing his composure, also imitating a solemn air: “Yes, Dad… but she commands more than you.”
Karen, who had followed the exchange with a smile on her lips and her hands on her hips, let out a short, delightful laugh. Not out of mockery, but because of the unusual and enchanting moment. “Calm down, Carlos,” she said finally, taking a step closer. “It’s not treason. It’s evolution.”
Then she gently raised her riding crop and brushed the tip of it against Carlos’s shoulder, as if she were knighting him. Or rather… as if she were knighting him. “You’re no longer a father carrying his son…” she continued in a serene, firm, delightful voice. “Now you’re the steed of an Amazon rider.”
Juan, like a privileged spectator, stepped aside with the respect of someone who knew the moment was solemn. As if he were somehow ceding his place on his father’s shoulders… to someone who really knew how to ride.
Karen gracefully lifted her leg, her boot shining, her imposing shape…
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Karen (6)
Carlos, with an expression of respect and a mixture of silent submission, slowly bent his knees. The action wasn't forced, but charged with acceptance and honor, as if he were surrendering a space that, in some way, he felt was his but now belonged to the one who dominated the scene. To Karen.
The sound of her knees bending was almost imperceptible, but it marked the moment. Her posture reflected humility and willingness, and the gentle pressure of her hands on her own thighs denoted the act of ceding control without reservation.
Karen, observing this gesture, approved it with a satisfied smile and, with a slight nod, advanced toward him. Her high-heeled boots echoed on the floor as she approached, and with a fluid movement, she lifted her leg, placing it gracefully on Carlos's shoulders, just above his neck.
Once positioned, she settled in with ease, sitting confidently, while the reins were now in his hands.
Carlos, with his face tilted slightly downward, felt the weight of his decision, but also a strange sense of relief. The young rider, with that firm yet charming gaze, had taken charge, and he couldn't help but feel he was in good hands.
Juan, from the sidelines, watched with a mixture of fascination and amusement. He knew his father's role had changed, and that, although the rules of the game were now different, everything seemed to fall into place.
Karen, once comfortable on Carlos's shoulders, gently stroked his neck with the tip of her whip, like someone stroking their horse with a softness that reflected confidence and mastery. She looked at Juan and, with a playful smile, said, "There, Juan. Your dad is a very docile horse."
The boy nodded with a smile on his lips, seeing his father now transformed into a kind of steed under Karen's command, with a certain admiration for his father's gesture, but also for the strength and control of the young rider.
Juan jumped, clapped, and shouted, "My dad is a horse!" While neighing.
Juan's shout echoed throughout the village, full of enthusiasm and pure innocence, as his hands clapped energetically. His little body was filled with emotion, oblivious to the role his father had assumed in that peculiar moment. His contagious laughter and joy were palpable, and his imitation of a neigh added a sense of fun and freshness to the scene.
Karen, hearing the shout and seeing Juan leaping with such genuine joy, couldn't help but burst out laughing. The boy had perfectly captured the essence of the moment, and his jubilant behavior only reinforced the peculiar atmosphere that had been created. “Yes! Your dad is a horse! My horse!” Karen replied, her tone playful and full of fun, looking at him with a mischievous smile as she stroked Carlos's head with the tip of the riding crop.
Carlos, although somewhat embarrassed by the situation, couldn't help but smile back. It was a crooked smile, as if accepting the irony of the situation, but there was something about the way he had surrendered to that moment that made him proud of himself. Not all men would dare to be in that position, but he was doing it, and that was okay. “Well, Juan…” Carlos said, looking at his son with a slight nod. “If I'm a horse, at least I'm a faithful one.”
Juan, more animated than ever, whinnied again.
Karen watched all this, delighted by the dynamic that had formed. The scene was as unexpected as it was fun, and although she had assumed the role of rider, the freedom and playfulness between the three of them in that moment was clear. It wasn't about absolute power or dominance, but rather about enjoying the role-playing, accepting and laughing at the situations life offered.
Karen looked up at Carlos with a slight, playful smile. "Well, now that we know... are you ready to gallop, or are you still hesitant, horse?"
Carlos, without losing his composure, nodded with a slight smile. He was ready to move forward, open-minded to the peculiar relationship that had formed between them.
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Karen (7)
“Well, Juan…” said Carlos, looking at his son with a slight nod. “If I’m a horse, at least I’m a faithful one.”
Juan, more animated than ever, whinnied again. “And I’m Daddy’s rider!” he shouted, throwing his little joke into the air as he jumped for joy.
Karen looked at Juan with a playful smile, maintaining the dominant and playful tone she had adopted throughout the interaction. Her gaze was firm but warm, as if she were asserting her role and making it clear to the boy who was in charge in this peculiar situation. “I’m your daddy’s rider,” she said, with that confidence that only someone like her, completely in control, could convey.
Juan looked at her, somewhat surprised, but also amused by the way his father had submitted to the role of “horse.” Although his response was quick, it was evident that he was processing what Karen had just said. “So you’ve mastered him, Karen?” he asked, in his naive, but now also curious tone.
Karen nodded slowly, her eyes shining with a mixture of confidence and amusement. “Exactly, Juan. I'm the rider, and he, even though he's your father, is under my command now.” And with a touch of her riding crop, she made a gentle gesture toward Carlos, as if she were “directing” him, completing the assertion of her dominance with an almost ceremonial touch.
Carlos, crouching under the weight of the young rider, couldn't help but feel in an odd position, but at the same time, he felt reconnected to something primal, something that granted him a kind of power in his surrender. It was as if this dynamic, however strange, made him feel stronger in his role, in a world where hierarchies could be blurred with a simple gesture.
Karen, noticing the approving look in Carlos's eyes, relaxed a little and smiled. His role as rider not only dominated him in this power game, but also gave him a sense of camaraderie and control.
With one last glance at Juan, Karen said firmly, “Now, Juan, get ready. The horse is going to start moving.”
Karen, with her firm but kind tone, looked at Juan and gave him a small push with her boot in the direction of the path, as if signaling him to get going. Her expression softened as she spoke the words, but the seriousness of her message was clear. Karen's playful smile faded slightly as her tone changed. Her gaze softened and became more serious, as if, in acknowledging the responsibility, she wanted to give Juan a practical reminder, but with that same firmness that characterized her.
“If you must go to school, you must go so you don't be late,” she said with a slight nod and a sympathetic but also decisive smile, showing that she understood the importance of his education, conveying that, although the game had been fun, there was a priority that shouldn't be forgotten.
Juan, who had been enjoying the spectacle and the fun, immediately changed his expression upon hearing Karen's words. He had been so excited by the idea of his father turned into a horse and the interaction between them that for a moment he had forgotten his daily responsibilities and lost track of time. School was a reminder that brought him back to reality. "You're right!" he responded quickly, looking at his father and then at Karen. "I don't want to be late!"
Carlos, crouching beneath Karen, nodded, smiling proudly, realizing there was a more practical side to the situation besides the fun and games. He knew Juan had a good head on his shoulders, despite the amusement of the moment. "Come on, son. Go to school, and when you get back, we can get on with our 'fun,' Juan. The horse and rider can wait. It's time for you to catch up on your studies."
Karen nodded, agreeing with Carlos. "Exactly!"
Karen, seeing Juan preparing to leave, gave him one last kind and encouraging smile, as if giving him her blessing to go to school with the same energy and enthusiasm with which he had played. “See you soon, Juan. I hope you learn a lot today,” she said with genuine warmth.
Juan, feeling supported by both his father and Karen, quickly headed toward school, with mixed thoughts about what had happened that day. That rare and unique moment would remain in his memory as something fun and meaningful.
Juan, now with a smile on his face, turned around and began walking toward school. Before leaving, he looked back at his father and Karen one last time, as if he wanted to engrave the scene in his memory.
With one last glance at his father, Juan excitedly exclaimed, “Goodbye, Dad! Don’t forget you’re Karen’s horse!”
Carlos, watching his son walk away, simply nodded and waved. He knew the relationship between him, Karen, and Juan had changed in a peculiar way, but at the same time, they all understood each other in their own language, a language of play, affection, and mutual respect.
Carlos, with his crouched posture, looked at Karen, and although the situation had changed, he couldn't help but feel a mixture of gratitude and respect for her. It had been a peculiar day, but one that had also taught him something new. "Thanks, Karen," he said with a slight smile, regaining his composure as he stood up. "Now, shall we get on with the rest of the chores?"
Karen offered him a knowing smile. "Sure, Carlos. Although you still have to be a good horse for the rest of the day, eh?" she said playfully, looking at him with a slight nod, as if giving yet another order.
Karen once again adjusted her posture and glanced at Carlos, as if confirming that the next phase of their "ride" was about to begin.
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Karen, with an elegant and confident gesture, began preparing Carlos for what was now a peculiar walk through the town streets. Without rushing, but with her characteristic firmness, she placed the bit in Carlos's mouth, tied the bridle straps, and then took the saddle and lead. Without saying a word, she placed the saddle on Carlos's shoulders, making sure it was properly adjusted, as if it were a real horse. Every movement was precise, and the way she did it showed both her experience and her control over the situation.
With the rein in one hand, the whip in the other, and a defiant smile on her face, Karen finished bridling Carlos. The atmosphere, although unusual, felt comfortable for both: he, accepting his role and letting her guide him; and she, enjoying absolute control, as she walked slowly by his side, guiding her "horse."
After putting everything back in its place, Karen gracefully climbed onto Carlos's shoulders. The touch of her legs was barely felt, but her gaze held a mixture of amusement and authority. From there, the world looked different: the streets seemed wider, people watched with curiosity, and some children pointed, surprised by the strange sight.
Carlos, although in a subordinate position, felt a strange sense of freedom in his surrender. His mind was calm, accepting the role of "horse," as he allowed himself to be guided by Karen. Feeling the weight of her body on his shoulders in such a practical and natural way was, in a way, a liberating experience.
Karen, with a touch of command, led Carlos through the town streets. People who crossed their path couldn't help but stare, but no one said anything. The town, although accustomed to her particular way of life, watched the unusual walk with a mixture of respect and awe.
As they moved forward, Karen led the way with a firm rein, but not overly harsh. The touches of the whip helped maintain rhythm and control over Carlos, who responded with fluid, natural steps, unwilling to question his role at that moment.
People looked at them, knowing that what they were witnessing was no ordinary scene. And yet, it all seemed perfectly natural to them. It was a relationship that had been established, one that played with power, control, and mutual trust. While Karen enjoyed the ride, Carlos felt somehow honored by the fact that, despite being a grown man, he was being treated in a way that many would consider humiliating. Yet, for him, there was something liberating and pleasurable about being the "horse" of someone as confident and skilled as Karen.
Karen drove Carlos to the school, the everyday atmosphere transformed by the strange scene unfolding around them. As she rode through the town streets, curious glances followed them, but it was already familiar: Karen, the young rider, always in control, and Carlos, her "horse," embracing this peculiar role with a mixture of calm and confidence.
Upon arriving at the school, Karen led Carlos directly to the place where the horses were tied up, in a corral within the school grounds, where hoops were set into the wall. It was a communal space for those like her, those who took on the role of rider and their "horses" to maintain order.
With surprising ease and quiet skill, Karen tied Carlos's reins to one of the hoops. The sound of the leather being tightened was almost ceremonial, as if she were securing her dominance over him, and she did so with a gentle smile on her face. As she did so, she noticed that other horses were already tied up, some with reins firmly in place and others in similar positions to hers. It was evident that others also followed this practice, and that it wasn't unusual in that environment.
Soon, the room began to fill with other students and teachers, all riding their own horses. The young women approached the same space and, with the same skill as Karen, stopped and tied their horses' reins to the rings on the wall. There was a natural harmony in this routine, as if everyone knew exactly what their role was.
Some of the students, like Karen, seemed confident in their role as riders, while other horses remained in place, calm and respectful, knowing that the day began with an established power structure. The tethered horses varied in age (from teenagers to seniors) and size (from small to tall), but they all shared a semblance of respect for their riders.
A lady teacher, also in the same role as Karen, approached her. With a look that reflected a hint of pride, she smiled and said, “It seems your horse is on a tight leash today, Karen. It seems to have obeyed you the whole time. It’s good to see the horses so well trained.”
Karen smiled back, offering a slight nod of respect to the teacher. “Thank you, teacher. Every ride is an opportunity for my horse to learn and adapt. Today is a good day for everyone.”
The atmosphere at the school seemed almost ritualized, as if the students, both riders and horses, shared an implicit bond that united them in this peculiar dynamic. Although the roles seemed blurred to the outside world, to them, this practice was simply part of everyday life. No one questioned the unwritten rules: the riders commanded, and the horses, although human, accepted their place in the school’s social order.
With all the horses tied in their respective places, the riders headed inside the building, leaving behind the strange but orderly corral where the horses waited patiently for their owners to finish their lessons.
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Fifteen minutes later, the students and teachers returned and released their horses.
Karen arrived with Juan because they attend the same school; she is in the upper grades and holds a leadership position over her classmate, as seen in the dynamic between them.
Given this, the situation further reflects the relationship of power and control that has been established between Karen and the others, including both the "horses" and their classmates.
Karen removed the bit from Carlos's mouth and said, "Right now, the riders are releasing the horses to do other activities. The horses will wait for their owners all day until school is out. Do you have other activities to do? I can release you if that's the case."
Carlos, still feeling like he had been under Karen's control during the ride, felt in a difficult position. Although he found it hard to accept the idea of being released, Karen's offer made him think for a moment. She looked at her son Juan, who was still observing the scene with a mixture of astonishment and amusement, and then considered whether he had other responsibilities to attend to.
Karen, upon arriving with Juan, probably sought not only to maintain her authority but also to instill a measure of respect and dignity in her "horse" (Carlos), by offering him the option of being released if he had no further activities to do. This also highlights that, although riders have control over their "horses," there are times when they can allow them to rest or continue their responsibilities in other ways.
At that moment, Karen, with her authoritative yet kind voice, made it clear that he had the option to step down from his role as "horse" if he had something else to do, offering him a dignified exit. However, at that moment, the power relationship was in Karen's hands, and the way she had spoken about releasing Carlos was a sign that she had complete control over the situation, especially over the "horses."
Carlos, after a brief sigh, decided he had no urgent tasks to perform in the village. Despite the sense of subservience he felt, Karen had been the one who had placed him in this situation in the first place, and in his mind, the idea of being freed by her might offer him a break. Although he had the option to free himself, it wasn't an easy decision, as his role as a horse was part of an established structure in this world.
Juan, being in a lower grade than Karen, his relationship with Karen and the "horses" is more one of observation, or perhaps learning from the examples of Karen and Carlos's interaction, as she has a much more established authority than he does.
This causes Juan to reflect on his own place within the social hierarchy and power dynamics at his school, learning as he progresses through the upper grades.
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Karen (10)
Karen told Carlos, "Everyone at school knows that I adopted Juan and he's my pet. Whoever messes with him messes with me, so no one will bother him."
By declaring that she adopted Juan as her pet, Karen underscores her protectiveness and the position of power she holds over him at school. By stating that no one will bother him and that whoever messes with him will mess with her, she clearly establishes a safety barrier for Juan. This action has several implications within the developing dynamic: With this type of statement, Karen makes it clear that she is not only an authority figure over the "horses," but also over others, including her classmates and teachers. This behavior reflects a rigid hierarchy, where she has control and the ability to decisively manage social interactions. The way Karen talks about Juan also implies an intimate and special relationship between them. By treating him as her pet, she places him under her care and responsibility, and this declaration can further strengthen the bond they have, both physically (as rider and horse) and emotionally (as protector).
Karen continued, "The students and teachers will treat him with respect and behave toward him as if he were me."
With this declaration, Karen is further solidifying her control over Juan's situation and position within the school environment. By stating that the students and teachers will treat him with respect and behave as if he were her, she is establishing a level of absolute respect for Juan, similar to the one she herself receives. This measure has several profound implications:
"But," Carlos said, "a pet is a dog." "Or a horse," Juan concluded.
Karen said, amused, "When I said Juan is my pet, I didn't mean my dog or my horse. I didn't know, Juan, that you wanted to be one. I'll take that into account. I mean that he's my favorite."
"Okay, Carlos, should I release you or not? My pet and I have to go to class," Karen concluded.
Carlos, after hearing Karen's words, remained silent for a moment, processing what had happened. Then, with a friendly smile and a more relaxed tone, he replied, "Sure, Karen. If you and Juan have classes, go ahead. I don't want to interrupt your activities. Thanks for everything."
Carlos, seeing that Karen was serious and that his son was well under her protection, nodded and allowed Karen to continue with her day, while he was freed from the "burden" of being a horse for the time being.
Juan, meanwhile, looked at Karen with a mixture of admiration and gratitude. Although the idea of being treated like a "pet" still caused him some curiosity, he felt he was in the hands of someone who genuinely respected and cared for him.
Karen, with a confident smile, said to Juan, "Come on, we have some catching up to do in class, but after school maybe we can enjoy a little adventure!"
With those last words, Karen released Carlos from the reins and let him go as she and Juan headed toward the school building, ready for whatever the day had to offer.
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Two male teachers were nearby. Karen called to them: "Professor José, take my pet to his classroom as if you were taking me," "Professor Pedro, bend down because you're going to take me to my classroom."
Hearing Karen's call, Professor José and Professor Pedro quickly approached, knowing that when Karen spoke, her presence commanded respect and attention. Both, with a mixture of respect and attention, stood in front of her, ready to follow her instructions.
Professor José, a man in his 40s, 175 cm (5'9") tall, always attentive to detail, responded in a formal but approachable tone: "Of course, Karen, it would be an honor."
Without hesitation, he approached Juan, who was still standing nearby, and, with an affectionate smile, encouraged him to climb onto his shoulders. José treated him with cordial familiarity, like a child respected by the educational community.
Meanwhile, Professor Pedro, somewhat taller at 180 cm (5'11"), smiled and crouched down in a clear gesture of respect for Karen. His expression was respectful, as if he were following a well-received order, knowing that this was part of a special dynamic in his relationship with her.
"Understood, Karen," said Pedro as he crouched down so Karen could easily climb onto his shoulders.
Karen, observing that both teachers were obeying and displaying a positive attitude toward her orders, was satisfied. With a confident and relaxed smile, she climbed onto Pedro as if he were a horse, enjoying the respectful and attentive gaze of the two men.
"Let's go then!" Karen exclaimed enthusiastically. "Let's take advantage of the fact that I'm ready for class."
Juan, seeing how teachers José and Pedro treated her so courteously, felt a mixture of amazement and curiosity, but he also understood that Karen had complete control over the situation, and that everything was under her command.
Meanwhile, the two teachers walked, leading Karen and Juan, not only as part of the educational routine, but also as a demonstration of their respect for her, acknowledging that her authority was accepted and valued in the school community.
This type of interaction reflected the particular dynamics of the school and Karen's central role within that community. At the same time, the camaraderie between the teachers and Karen also showed how hierarchies and roles in the village were accepted and carried out naturally, without showing resentment, but with a cooperative attitude of mutual respect.
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