[Solo] Getting to Know Your Partner
Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2022 12:51 pm
2nd of Glade
Vivian had adjusted to the lesson from the flea. He had ruminated on the animal all night, and well into the next morning. It had been so odd to get a glimpse into the tiny creature's alien little world of blood, motherhood and teeth. It had been immersive, it had consumed him for hours that day. Staring. Just watching. Now as he walked toward the stable to check in on Bara, his thoughts turned toward the possibilities. He could learn so much from such a tiny creature, what would a creature like Bara teach him? He frowned as he turned the corner. He had gone quite deep with the flea, and even now he could feel whispers of her armor across his back, her hairs were the hairs on his arm, and his jaw sawed back and forth ever so slightly in imitation of the way she'd opened his skin.
Maybe cavorting with the mule would be more dangerous. He was a more intelligent animal to be sure. He entered the stable as quietly as he could, walking on the pads of his feet to try and keep quiet. It was a lower- rent stable a few blocks down from where he plied his trade. He got away with the stablemaster using Bara to haul horse manure, or giving the man a quick blowjob in his office to keep the mule fed and groomed another month. He smiled at the large animal when he walked in. Bara was a fine creature, a mealy bay with intelligent watery eyes and four white socks. He was a good eighteen hands as well, which meant he dwarfed Vivian considerably.
People underestimated mules. Stronger and smarter than horses, more handsome than horses, and more resistant to disease and foot problems. Everyone wanted a pretty white charger like the one head down in a bucket of oats next to Bara, without knowing Vivian's was the better mount. He grinned and reached into the white horse's stall, grabbing a pair of apples that had clearly been left by a doting owner for their animal. Vivian couldn't afford apples.
"Here, quick." he whispered to Bara, offering one apple to the mule. Bara's big soft lips curled around the fruit, bit it in half, and scooped both halves out of Vivian's palm. Vivian made short work of the other apple, and offered Bara the core. He unlatched the stall and came in, patting the mule's shoulder. "See? Half-breeds take care of one another." Vivian told him approvingly.
He leaned into Bara's shoulder and picked up his feet, examining them. "Fuck, you need new shoes. That's not going to be a blowjob this time." he muttered. "I'm going to have to fuck the fat old shit."
Bara flicked an ear and snorted.
"Hey. Who keeps you in a warm stable with oats and grain, and gives the stableboy a good licking to keep you curried? Hm? Yeah. Me. So don't disparage my profession or you're going to be right next to me in that alley with foot rot in the winter." Vivian warned him. Bara reached around and nibbled at his hair, taking the ire out of Vivian's mood. He smirked and patted the mule again. "Apology accepted."
He slid his hands over the warm, rich fur. He could feel the muscle under Bara's thick hide. He traced his hands over Bara's wide back, feeling his strong spine and the deep breaths the mule took as he chewed the last of his treat. A strong spine, with interlocking joints the size of a man's palm. Muscles reinforcing Bara's frame, giving him the ability to pull so much more than his own weight. Down over a rump so finely muscled Vivian had given it hungry looks in the winter. Bara had been stabled while snow had grown outside, and it showed. It wasn't quite as firm as it had been in the summer. Down into back legs that were thick, and wrought with tendon and cording. All of Bara's muscle was focused upward, giving his legs the freedom to be as swift as he needed to be. Wide feet that used horseshoes Vivian could have doubled for dinner plates.
Vivian ran his fingers down over the short, muscled tail and long coarse hair that sprouted from it, noticing the stableboys had kept it relatively tangle free. Good. He wasn't licking arshole for nothing then. He redirected his attention to Bara's broad chest. Gods, he had better pectoral muscles than most of the guards. Behind those massive shoulders beat a huge heart, and Vivian found himself leaning against the mule and burying his nose in his fur. He breathed with him then. Huge breaths in....then out. Snorting air through a long soft nose. Eyes that could see everything except for directly in front of him and behind his head. Gods, he could see everything couldn't he? The mare next door, the white horse, the open door and the world going by outside. How often did he watch that door, waiting for Vivian to come back?
"Sorry old friend." He mumbled, lost in the scent of fur and the curling of that elegant neck. He ran his fingers up over the lengths of Bara's ears, giving him a scratch at the base of them, then down over his belly. He could feel every part of him. His belly contentedly digesting that morning's oats and the apple treats. His restlessness at being stabled for so long. Vivian would change that soon. He had a saddle, it just had been a while since he had ridden his friend. Back further, checking his sheath. Clean. Again, good. Last thing he wanted was to be giving some sawbones money for an infection there. He cupped Bara's heavy testicles, then slid his hands down his legs again. Perfect. Perfect bone, clean, just restless and wanting to run.
There was a small turnout, but normally people had to pay a little more for that. He looked around. No one was here. Maybe... he pulled Bara's halter off the peg and slid it around the mule's nose. Bara's ears flicked forward and he snorted, his front hooves tapping impatiently in the straw.
"Shh! You're going to get us caught. You're not exactly stealthy." Vivian hissed in his ear, and opened the stall. He gingerly led him out and into the back, toward the turnout. Still clear. He patted the mule's rump and let go of his halter, releasing him into the small muddy paddock.
Bara shot away from him, leaping and kicking. A loud squealing bray, mixed with the wavering tones of a horse's whinny, burst free from his companion. Vivian was caught up in it too much to yell at him. Freedom. Those powerful shoulders working. Feet kicking in the air, nostrils wide and snorting. The way each foot picked up and planted in cadence as Bara shifted into an easy extended trot. He was beautiful, and Vivian was wrapped up in watching him. In feeling him. In memorizing every inch and hair and pulsing heartbeat. He was getting to know the animal now. He too wanted green hills and sky, and sweet spring water.
One day, hopefully, he'd be able to give it to him.
For now, they were two half-bloods stuck in a muddy paddock, taking what freedom they could.
Vivian smiled, genuinely smiled, at his mule. His joy was infectious, and though the original plan had been for perhaps five or ten minutes of exercise, Vivian let the minutes crawl by. Bara stopped short in front of him, tossing his gigantic head and crow hopping. Vivian playfully lunged at him, making the mule squeal and whip away as though expecting to be chased. When the catamite didn’t immediately follow him, Bara stood at the far end of the paddock, ears up and snorting.
Vivian laughed at him. “Crazy animal.” He muttered. The mule came at him again, closer this time, and Vivian chased him a few feet. Soon, the pair were racing around the small paddock together. Vivian felt a strange kinship…he watched their legs stride together. Bara’s easy, powerful stride and his own gangly run had a lot of similarities. He wasn’t nearly as well defined as his mount, but…it was nice to just exist. To just be another animal racing alongside one another.
Vivian climbed the fence and waited for the mule to pull up alongside him. Bara was much too tall to mount without assistance. He crawled awkwardly on the mule’s back, and clicked to him. They could do some work together…him on memorizing Bara’s form, and the mule working off some energy.
Vivian chuckled. “Least I can spread my legs really wide; you’re huge.” He joked, patting the mule’s neck as he eased into a lope.
Vivian had adjusted to the lesson from the flea. He had ruminated on the animal all night, and well into the next morning. It had been so odd to get a glimpse into the tiny creature's alien little world of blood, motherhood and teeth. It had been immersive, it had consumed him for hours that day. Staring. Just watching. Now as he walked toward the stable to check in on Bara, his thoughts turned toward the possibilities. He could learn so much from such a tiny creature, what would a creature like Bara teach him? He frowned as he turned the corner. He had gone quite deep with the flea, and even now he could feel whispers of her armor across his back, her hairs were the hairs on his arm, and his jaw sawed back and forth ever so slightly in imitation of the way she'd opened his skin.
Maybe cavorting with the mule would be more dangerous. He was a more intelligent animal to be sure. He entered the stable as quietly as he could, walking on the pads of his feet to try and keep quiet. It was a lower- rent stable a few blocks down from where he plied his trade. He got away with the stablemaster using Bara to haul horse manure, or giving the man a quick blowjob in his office to keep the mule fed and groomed another month. He smiled at the large animal when he walked in. Bara was a fine creature, a mealy bay with intelligent watery eyes and four white socks. He was a good eighteen hands as well, which meant he dwarfed Vivian considerably.
People underestimated mules. Stronger and smarter than horses, more handsome than horses, and more resistant to disease and foot problems. Everyone wanted a pretty white charger like the one head down in a bucket of oats next to Bara, without knowing Vivian's was the better mount. He grinned and reached into the white horse's stall, grabbing a pair of apples that had clearly been left by a doting owner for their animal. Vivian couldn't afford apples.
"Here, quick." he whispered to Bara, offering one apple to the mule. Bara's big soft lips curled around the fruit, bit it in half, and scooped both halves out of Vivian's palm. Vivian made short work of the other apple, and offered Bara the core. He unlatched the stall and came in, patting the mule's shoulder. "See? Half-breeds take care of one another." Vivian told him approvingly.
He leaned into Bara's shoulder and picked up his feet, examining them. "Fuck, you need new shoes. That's not going to be a blowjob this time." he muttered. "I'm going to have to fuck the fat old shit."
Bara flicked an ear and snorted.
"Hey. Who keeps you in a warm stable with oats and grain, and gives the stableboy a good licking to keep you curried? Hm? Yeah. Me. So don't disparage my profession or you're going to be right next to me in that alley with foot rot in the winter." Vivian warned him. Bara reached around and nibbled at his hair, taking the ire out of Vivian's mood. He smirked and patted the mule again. "Apology accepted."
He slid his hands over the warm, rich fur. He could feel the muscle under Bara's thick hide. He traced his hands over Bara's wide back, feeling his strong spine and the deep breaths the mule took as he chewed the last of his treat. A strong spine, with interlocking joints the size of a man's palm. Muscles reinforcing Bara's frame, giving him the ability to pull so much more than his own weight. Down over a rump so finely muscled Vivian had given it hungry looks in the winter. Bara had been stabled while snow had grown outside, and it showed. It wasn't quite as firm as it had been in the summer. Down into back legs that were thick, and wrought with tendon and cording. All of Bara's muscle was focused upward, giving his legs the freedom to be as swift as he needed to be. Wide feet that used horseshoes Vivian could have doubled for dinner plates.
Vivian ran his fingers down over the short, muscled tail and long coarse hair that sprouted from it, noticing the stableboys had kept it relatively tangle free. Good. He wasn't licking arshole for nothing then. He redirected his attention to Bara's broad chest. Gods, he had better pectoral muscles than most of the guards. Behind those massive shoulders beat a huge heart, and Vivian found himself leaning against the mule and burying his nose in his fur. He breathed with him then. Huge breaths in....then out. Snorting air through a long soft nose. Eyes that could see everything except for directly in front of him and behind his head. Gods, he could see everything couldn't he? The mare next door, the white horse, the open door and the world going by outside. How often did he watch that door, waiting for Vivian to come back?
"Sorry old friend." He mumbled, lost in the scent of fur and the curling of that elegant neck. He ran his fingers up over the lengths of Bara's ears, giving him a scratch at the base of them, then down over his belly. He could feel every part of him. His belly contentedly digesting that morning's oats and the apple treats. His restlessness at being stabled for so long. Vivian would change that soon. He had a saddle, it just had been a while since he had ridden his friend. Back further, checking his sheath. Clean. Again, good. Last thing he wanted was to be giving some sawbones money for an infection there. He cupped Bara's heavy testicles, then slid his hands down his legs again. Perfect. Perfect bone, clean, just restless and wanting to run.
There was a small turnout, but normally people had to pay a little more for that. He looked around. No one was here. Maybe... he pulled Bara's halter off the peg and slid it around the mule's nose. Bara's ears flicked forward and he snorted, his front hooves tapping impatiently in the straw.
"Shh! You're going to get us caught. You're not exactly stealthy." Vivian hissed in his ear, and opened the stall. He gingerly led him out and into the back, toward the turnout. Still clear. He patted the mule's rump and let go of his halter, releasing him into the small muddy paddock.
Bara shot away from him, leaping and kicking. A loud squealing bray, mixed with the wavering tones of a horse's whinny, burst free from his companion. Vivian was caught up in it too much to yell at him. Freedom. Those powerful shoulders working. Feet kicking in the air, nostrils wide and snorting. The way each foot picked up and planted in cadence as Bara shifted into an easy extended trot. He was beautiful, and Vivian was wrapped up in watching him. In feeling him. In memorizing every inch and hair and pulsing heartbeat. He was getting to know the animal now. He too wanted green hills and sky, and sweet spring water.
One day, hopefully, he'd be able to give it to him.
For now, they were two half-bloods stuck in a muddy paddock, taking what freedom they could.
Vivian smiled, genuinely smiled, at his mule. His joy was infectious, and though the original plan had been for perhaps five or ten minutes of exercise, Vivian let the minutes crawl by. Bara stopped short in front of him, tossing his gigantic head and crow hopping. Vivian playfully lunged at him, making the mule squeal and whip away as though expecting to be chased. When the catamite didn’t immediately follow him, Bara stood at the far end of the paddock, ears up and snorting.
Vivian laughed at him. “Crazy animal.” He muttered. The mule came at him again, closer this time, and Vivian chased him a few feet. Soon, the pair were racing around the small paddock together. Vivian felt a strange kinship…he watched their legs stride together. Bara’s easy, powerful stride and his own gangly run had a lot of similarities. He wasn’t nearly as well defined as his mount, but…it was nice to just exist. To just be another animal racing alongside one another.
Vivian climbed the fence and waited for the mule to pull up alongside him. Bara was much too tall to mount without assistance. He crawled awkwardly on the mule’s back, and clicked to him. They could do some work together…him on memorizing Bara’s form, and the mule working off some energy.
Vivian chuckled. “Least I can spread my legs really wide; you’re huge.” He joked, patting the mule’s neck as he eased into a lope.