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The Stud Farm {hyper & mercury}

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It was an unusually sunny day at Tramoor Agricutural College, something that the young stablehand was definitely not used to. Even though it was edging towards the evening it was still sweltering outside, indicated by the vast amount of boys and men walking around with no shirts on and in some cases, no shoes on. It was also a good view of the actual college, rather than the stately posh place everybody geared it up to be - it was the exact opposite, in fact. The majority of the college was based on working with horses which was probably the least glamorous job out there despite what people thought about it, automatically assuming that anybody who worked with horses would have mannerisms like that of the Royal family. It was hard to act like that when covered in dirt and grime from the stables.

Elise was no stranger to all of this. Each student had their own little job that they got money from, sort of similar to pocket money - it could be used for whatever they wanted seeing as things such as tack, food and rent were covered under the yearly college fees except in cases such as breaking a saddle. Anything broken would have to be paid for unless it genuinely was an unavoidable circumstance. Luckily for Elise, she was careful and had never had to pay for anything except a vase she'd knocked over in the corridor, which was thankfully just a cheap copy from a local supermarket rather than a priceless artifact. Her job as a stablehand would definitely not have even begun to cover the costs of some of the things in her room, let alone something in the actual college.

Elise opened up the list of stuff her 'boss' had left her to do with a groan. This would take her hours. So much for partying tonight...she shoved the list back in her pocket and scraped her glossy ginger hair up into a ponytail, really not caring too much about what she looked like. She was only going to be around the stallions and they were only concerned with eating, sleeping and having sex - as with any male that Elise had experienced. She wasn't one for relationships, which may have something to do with the fact that all of the men she'd ever been with just considered her to be a pair of breasts and legs that they wanted nothing to do with in between the periods they had sex in, something they quickly regretted once Elise was through with them. She had a firey, strong personality and wasn't afraid to tell anybody what she thought about them, yet she still had quite a wide group of friends who at the moment were probably out having a lot of fun while she was stuck tying up a horse that needed grooming because it had decided that rolling in a muddy puddle was one of the best ideas in the history of ideas.

She quickly changed out of her 'nice' clothes to a pair of denim short shorts, riding boots and a flannel t-shirt. It was too hot for anything longer than shorts or a dress and she didn't particularly want to get muddy horse smell over her brand new dress. She was pretty sure nobody would be around and so had no problem with wearing shorts that only covered up to her mid thigh, showing off one of her best physical assets: her legs. She grabbed a brush and got started on the grooming, singing along to the radio as she did.
 
The sweltering heat of the sun was nothing new to Jake. The southwest was a great place to raises horses, but they were still technically in a desert. Sure it wasn't the vast ocean of sand and the occasional mirage that Hollywood showed, but the heat part of the tale was certainly there. He shielded his eyes from it as his father droned on, blocking out the sharp glare so he could eye that beautiful form in the distant pasture. Finally, a sharp smack to the back of his head made Jake pay attention.

"GOOD LORD, BOY! Were you eyeing the mares again? For the last damn time, get your damned hormones under control! You'd think we raised you IN the barn!" Jake rubbed the back of his head, his father's berating words cutting into him. As the older stallion went on about how valuable their mares were and how they weren't for such base purposes - there were ranches that specialized in that, and the West family never spoke highly of such places - Jake just stared at the floorboards of the front porch. He'd heard the lecture a thousand times, even gotten himself into some much deeper trouble than a lecture the time that he'd been caught trying to sneak a mare out of the barn and off of the ranch at night, his intentions with her having been clear.

It wasn't that Jake was a sleazeball or otherwise unsavory sort of fellow. He was actually quite nice, but this life was torturous to him. He'd grown up around his own kind, both the two and four-legged varieties. The smells and sounds of breeding were familiar, but for the past few years they'd worn more and more on his mind. He could smell them in the fields, hear them teasing the neighboring stallions, and then their squeals and whinnies when the stallion was let loose int he pasture, ran her down, and gave her what she'd been asking for. And he knew it wasn't just him. He couldn't miss the way his parents got more affection during the breeding season, the way they started acting young and newlywed. He knew it wasn't just him. But he didn't have a spouse to take care of those urges and needs.

Which wasn't to say that Jake couldn't get a woman. At almost six and a half feet, Jake's upbringing of manual labor showed clearly. His broad chest and thick arms were strong and defined, his muscles seemingly chiseled out of stone. His equine head was sharp and well-formed, quite a handsome young man by equine standards. The most notable thing about him, especially to educated equestrians, was his coloration. Dun Deal Ranch, his family's establishment, only traded in horses of the dun family and particular the rare coloration of grullo. Jake himself was a silver grullo, as the family's trademark breed was something they carried themselves, not just in their animals. His coat was a beautiful silver that shone in the light, that color interrupted on his face by a black blaze. His mane was also black, and that color continued in a dorsal stripe that ran down the length of his spine, one of the key identifying factors of his rare color genetics. Black socks on his hands and feet rounded out the two-color appearance of the young stallion.

"Yeah dad, I'll get right on it." Jake went out towards the barn, grumbling as he moved around it's side to get the manure cart and fork. Soon his shirt was off, the smell of his feral ancestors around him as he cleaned out the stalls. This would take hours! And he'd had a date tonight! Jake fumed over that as he worked, the sun gradually keeping towards the western horizon as the young man worked up a sweat, trying hard not to think about the new stablehand they'd hired recently. The mares were bad enough, but now to have a real woman his own age around all the time...

He'd barely spoken to Elise, really. They had met, shared dinner together if she sat down with the family, and certainly had some work together. But he actively tried not to socialize with her if he could avoid it. To a girl like Elise who'd certainly gotten male attention her whole life, it's clear that the reason was not dislike but more likely the opposite, that he liked her but was either too inexperienced with women or for some other reason was trying to ignore his own feelings.
 
Elise was sure she was alone at the moment. She had the radio turned up to full, scrubbing down the horse in front of her. It made it a whole lot worse that the horse in question was a grey who was quite honestly more white than grey. She'd never seen a whiter horse in her life and now the white horse was more brown than white. "Seriously, why did you go and roll in that mud puddle? It's disgusting. This is all disgusting." she gestured to the bucket she'd been using to sponge him down lightly. "Completely and utterly disgusting." she ducked under him to get started on the other side, having got the worst out of his coat on the right side. She spoke in a strong northern english accent due to originating from Yorkshire so America was a giant change for her. It wasn't as if she disliked it, but the heat was starting to get to her head.

She carried on brushing the horse, managing to get the worst of the mud out of his coat with the normal body brush and sponge before she started having to use a curry comb. The radio flickered over to the next song and she couldn't help but grin - she had Katy Perry down as one of her guilty pleasures and seeing as she thought she was alone in the barn, she wasn't afraid to start singing to ET. She had a pretty good voice despite everything but the singing definitely wasn't serious, especially as she started trying to do Kanye's rap part.

"You're touch, magnetizing..." she sung along, brushing the stallion in time to the song with a grin. She soon finished the horse's coat, unable to do much else without giving him a full bath which he was due for tomorrow anyway. "Infect me with your love and fill me with your poison.." she dragged a brush through his mane, pulling it quickly and expertly to try and get it looking neat again in case the inspectors came around. She picked his hooves and left him tied up for the time being and the song flipped over to something that she wasn't familiar with, stopping her singing in her tracks.

"I've still got loads to do." she groaned to herself and took the list out, resting one hand on the horse's neck as she did so. "Oh, you're staying in your stable tonight. Odd." she frowned slightly, wondering why they'd put a stallion in the stable when a mare would be in a paddock very close. "Seems a bit unfair for you there, mate." she chatted to him, patting him on the neck while she moved him into the stables and got started on sweeping.

ooc; sorry for the delay!
 
Dun Deal's stables were pretty big, so it wasn't all that amazing that the two of them failed to notice each other for some time. After all, they were a stud farm. A lot of the horses on the grounds didn't belong to them, so there were more than just the specialized grullos that actually were property of Jake West's father. Most of the mares were just here for breeding season before they would be shipped back to their owners. Even a couple of stallions were here just for purposes of conceiving children they'd never meet with mares they'd only meet once. A strange life, in human terms. But the stallions weren't complaining.

The young man was just moving on to the final row of stalls, the sun now set as twilight gradually melded to night. He was about to turn on the lighting for the end he was on. But there were already lights on at the other end. Jake stopped, ducking into cover when he saw the red hair. He was bare-chested and sweaty, wearing only a messy pair of work jeans and specialized footwear over his hooves and lower legs. They were not like human shoes or boots, more a simple covering that could be removed to keep him from tromping about bare-hoof in the stalls while he cleaned. He didn't really know why he was hiding like that. But he would soon be glad he did.

The stallion she had washed was one of their most prized. Indeed his bright silver which took careful observation and the right light to distinguish from white was something everyone agreed made him simply gorgeous. But there had been a mix-up. Placing a stallion so close to a mare in breeding season was definitely a bad idea. Jake had once seen a stallion narrowly escape castration on a wire fence he attempted to jump to get at a mare in a neighboring paddock.

(OOC note: For reader's knowledge, I grew up on a horse breeding ranch. This story is true. One of our stallions got a nasty gash on his underbelly that was inches from making him a gelding because of such a screw-up.)

And as Elise swept, the communication began. First a whinney from the mare, and then a response from Argentum, the prized stallion. The mare was calling to him, and Gent was definitely listening. He raised his front hoof, scraping it against the stable door. The wooden paneling scratched and scraped, damaging the stable door. That kind of behaivour wouldn't set well with Mr. West. He wasn't a mean-spirited fellow but he was what Americans called a hard ass. A tough boss who liked his things orderly, and always professional.
 
"Oi!" she called from down in another stable, kicking the door with the intention of attracting the stallion's attention. "Pack it in!" she left the sweeping brush in the stable and walked over to where the stallion was, folding her arms. "What am I gonna do with you? I'm gonna be the one who gets blamed if you hurt yourself or anything else." she grumbled, looking around. Mr. West was the main boss, and she had met him recently over dinner with his family but she had a sort of sub boss who looked after the stables as a whole and she was, quite literally, a hard faced bitch. If something didn't suit her she wouldn't do it and she was happy to let other's take the blame for her own mistake, like she would likely do if anything happened to Argentum.

"There's a stallion in your paddock now and there's no spare ones...I can't even swap you with one because we'd just get the same problem." she seemed more than pissed off right now. "I'm not taking the fucking blame for this, it's not my fault Sandra is a complete and utter fucking idiot." she ranted to the stallion who was probably a lot more interested in the mare than he was with her. She opened the stable door and slipped in, shutting it quickly so he wouldn't get out. Of course, being in the same stable as a hormone driven beast was probably not a good idea but Gent was one of their best stallions with wonderful manners, even when they were breeding him which is why she decided that what she was about to do was probably a good idea.

Of course, she'd never admit to the world that she had a secret fetish to do with animals - despite the anthros, this had never really been socially acceptable. Anthros were supposed to stay with their own species, as were humans, but Elise did have the dirty secret of finding horses of all kinds extremely attractive in both a sexual and emotional way. She'd grown up with them, as many had who went to this college, but she seemed to be the only one who enjoyed the idea of cleaning them up before breeding and now was the perfect to chance to help save the stallion and also get something out of it for herself, too.
 
Jake glanced around the corner, tilting his head at the noises. Oi? He grinned a little when he heard it. It was not a term one heard in America, and the sharp sound of it with her adorable agitated voice was just damned cute. But then he listened to what she was saying to herself. He frowned. Damn it, he knew Gent was supposed to have his paddock tonight! He growled, and was about to step out and adress the problem when she went into the stall. What the hell was she doing?

Argentum obviously wanted out, but he was well-trained, especially for a breeding stallion. He stopped when she yelled at him, begining to protest by showing his teeth and tossing his head. But that stopped as well when she entered the stable. He didn't try to knock her over and go through the door like some might have. He stayed in place, his eye on her as his tail flicked in agitation.

Below him, almost two feet of hard horse cock was ready and waiting to be taken to the mare. The bottom third of it, his sheath and heavy balls, were solid black. But his shaft, the smooth pillar of hard but flexible flesh, was a mixture of bright pink and that same black. Small splotches of the darker color interrupted the pink, and his flared head was completely black.

Gent scraped his front hoof again, but this time had the manners to do it in the stable bedding and not the wood of the door. He gave his head one more toss before looking to Elise, begging her with the words his primitive mind couldn't form but knowing that she could understand what was wrong with him. She'd always been very kind and compassionate towards him and the others, and e looked to her now hoping she was about to place a halter over him and lead him to the waiting mare.

Jake, meanwhile, was curious. He crept along the row of stalls, staying low so he could not be seen. The stables made line of sight below chest level difficult, if one was not standing in the aisles.He used that to get closer, quietly making for the stall jut next to hers. What was she doing in there? She wasn't going to change his placement, she'd said that out loud when thinking no one was around. So what exactly did she think she was going to do to calm him down?
 
"I know, it's shit, isn't it?" she sighed, stroking his neck gently. "I can help, but I can't let you go with a mare. It's just not allowed." she muttered, looking around. She didn't see anybody - she was sure she'd heard somebody moving around but it was probably just her imagination. After all, it was quite an old building with a fair amount of creaky floorboards.

She moved around the stallion carefully, pulling over his water bucket, thinking that she could just change the water later without a problem as she dipped her hands in it and started washing his cock, running her hands over the soft yet hard flesh with intricate care, occasionally rubbing her thumb over the tip of his flared head. She was definitely not a stranger to horse genetalia but Gent had one of the largest on the yard for sure and he was one of their most prized stallions. Just a small amount of his semen was worth a hefty sum, after all...

She moved the bucket out of the way but continued the gentle stroking of his cock, running her hands up and down the long shaft with a small smile on her face as she carefully took the end in her hand, watching for his reaction as she licked up the side, from the base right up to the tip. She was slightly worried that he would do something stupid and hurt her, but at the same time she trusted Gent - he was one of the stallions she was training at the moment and she had quite a good bond with him as it were.
 
Gent had earned his nickname for a reason, fortunately. Though it was true any stallion was dangerous if improperly handled, he was generally considered a sweetheart as far as they went. He calmed slightly at the touch to his neck and didn't protest as she moved his bucket. He did lift a hoof when she reached beneath him, but it lowered at the touch of her warm, moist fingers. He was more nervous than she was at first, but he could feel her energy and her attitude, speaking more to him than her hands did. She wanted to help. She wasn't going to hurt him. Elise wasn't like that nasty woman Master had hired to watch them. She understood they had feelings too, and he returned the trust she had shown him when she entered the stall.

So Gent gave in and let her do as she pleased. He was breathing heavily through his nostrils, the sweet sensations of female attention entrancing him. And not just any female, but a human. She was teasing him in ways a mare couldn't, and the powerful creature's cock pulsed against her delicate fingers. The touch of her tongue made him give out a tiny little whinney, his hind quarters giving a tiny instinctual thrust, urging his human friend to give him more of what he needs as the mare makes loud, agitated noises, obviously unhappy at her suitor losing interest and trying to regain it.

The noises coming from that mare were getting to Jake. Elise could certainly appreciate the tone and meaning in the animal's cries, but to Jake it was torturously arousing, a woman begging to be taken and bred by a fine stallion. He tried to shut it out and ignore it, but when he slipped into he neighboring stall and put his eye to a hole in one of the wooden planks seperating the stalls, he had to put a had to his mouth to keep himself from revealing that he was right next to them. Impossible! Was she... pleasuring that horse?! Many might find it revolting, disgusting. His father would fire her on the spot, for sure, if not try to file some sort of charges against her. But Jake watched, quiet, observing the motions of her hand and then that teasing lick. He felt his jeans strain to contain him as he knelt in the fresh bedding of the stall. He didn't want to interrupt this. He wanted to know how far the new stablehand would take it.
 
She wasn't sure how far she dared to take it. She wouldn't have any objections at all to this powerful beast above her but she was pretty sure that if anybody else saw her taking him she would definitely be fired. No, it wasn't worth the risk of being caught bent over the wooden horse they had for semen collecting, but there was nothing stopping her from taking him in the stable, of course...She carried on rubbing her delicate hands (I do happen to have a fetish for those lovely hands her playby has.) down his shaft, glad that he'd at least responded positively to that.

She could hear the mare's whinnies in the background and she wished she could help the poor girl as well, but that would never be possible with how open the fields were, even in the dead of night. She stood up and abandoned his cock for a short moment while she removed her clothes and left them in a neat pile in the corner of the stable, not wanting to get them messed up. She knelt back down again in good time, the soft bedding a good cushion for her knees as she carefully took the stallion's head in her mouth, working her tongue around the tip with a soft, quiet moan.

She could feel herself getting turned on by the small bucks of his hips, him telling her that he liked her careful attention to his cock paired with the gentle teasing.
 
(Oh yeah, Karen has lovely hands. And this is definitely hotter with someone else who knows horse breeding equipment, I've had that thought of a woman acting as the phantom mare before. BTW a side note, I dunno how it is there but over here all registered horses increase in age on Jan 1st, regardless of their birthday. Therefore we try to line up their births in January, so they'll be as big and strong as they can be inside their age bracket. A yearling born in January will kick a yearling born in October's ass for reasons of development. Point being, this would set the RP some time in February as it's breding season and many of these mares are in foal heat, and I lived in this region of the US. It'll start getting cold now, and get VERY cold within a couple hours. Days in Arizona are scorching but the nights are freezing. Always, it is dry.)

The mare finally gave up at hearing no response from Gent. Dejected, she went to tease some other young stud. It wasn't her first time being bred and she knew what she was here for, and she was anxious to get to it already. She both wanted her precious time that came only once a year to enjoy herself and to be on her way back home. She'd be sad tonight, but when Jake lead her out to the breeding pen in the morning along with Gent's brother, she'd forget all about the rejection and her woes.

Gent no longer needed the mare's calls to keep him hard, though. The wonderful attentions of a human girl were entirely different from a mare of his own kind. There was still nothing like sinking himself into a heated mare, making her squeal out to the dozens of horses on the grounds that she was his as he put a prize foal in her belly. But Elise's hands showed him a deeper compassion, one that he would never receive from another horse. Not in domesticated life. Gent was a stud, to be passed around mare after mare, never keeping one for his own. Having a female who had stayed by him and cared for him, even if it was a human, was quite lovely in his mind.

Gent didn't even protest when she stopped to undress. He merely looked to her, waiting patiently for her to discard the clothes that humans liked to cover themselves in. He was woefully unable to appreciate her gorgeous, petite body. But Jake was not. He watched her reveal those tender little curves to him, the wonderfully pale skin and her small breasts. She was the opposite of him, petite and dainty whereas he was strong and muscular. And yet in personality and in spirit, he knew she was more firey than even his own mother. And she had once bucked his father right into a mud puddle in a move he was SURE was intentional for daring to give HER the spurs. He loved that contrast, such a big spirit in a small body. He knew then that he wanted her, wanted to surrender all of his blessings of higher reasoning and language so he could be one of the stallions she cared for like this.

Gent, meanwhile, was floating in a haze of bliss. He made grunting and squealing noises, head waving up and down a bit as his cock pulsed in her tender lips. This was amazing! No mare could ever do something like this! He felt all new forms of sexual pleasure, the suction of a human mouth and the warm wetness of her tongue on his head. His hips gave a more insistent thrust than before, not understanding that a human mouth shouldn't be used like one did a mare. Though she could easily control him and make him stop, left to his own devices he seems to want to push his shaft right down her throat. Not to be cruel or malicious, but simply him giving in to his nature as a stallion and responding the way nature told him he should to such wonderful warmth around his cock. It didn't smell or taste anything like a human's. It was a potent taste, one that would linger in the mouth even after she had stopped, but not an unpleasant one. And the aroma of his shaft mixed with the fresh bedding lining the stall, the smell of open pastures filled with horses, and the lingering hint of the soaps she had used to cleanse Gent after his romp in the mud. They were all the smells of the equestrian life, smells any rancher or farmer could identify with a nostalgic smile.
 
(ooc; Yes, I certainly have, too. A bit like the desert weather, then? Okay, that's fine by me~)

"Whoa, steady, boy." she replied to the powerful thrust from his hips, knowing full well that she could possibly get choked if he pushed his cock too far down her throat but she desperately wanted to give him what he needed so badly. She removed her lips from his cock and started to rub her hands down his shaft faster, glancing around the room. She couldn't hear anybody and she was sure she'd know if somebody entered, but part of her still worried a little. She shook off that strange feeling she had of being watched and paid attention to his head again, using her talented tongue to tease all of the nerve endings on his head, her hands still stroking his moist shaft with just the right amount of pressure. One of them ran its way up to his heavy balls, making a deal of working the whole of his ergenous zones, soon starting to wish he was able to help her.

She couldn't possibly describe how turned on she was. Even just the small noises the powerful stallion was making sent jolts through her body and it just egged her on to continue, loving the feel of how his cock jerked and throbbed under her capable hands and how powerful she was. Oh, she would definitely have to do this again some day.

Of course, it would require careful planning...the owner of the ranch wasn't the only issue they would have, of course not - he had a son who worked here and was around a lot more regularly than himself and that was her main worry. She had often admired his toned body from afar but she had the impression that his thoughts on interspecies relationships were identical to that of his father so she'd just stayed her distance, unaware that he was actually right next door watching as she teased her tongue around the stallion's flared head, using her moans to send vibrations down his long shaft.
 
(The southwest is one of many places we held horses and the one I have the fondest memories of. Arizona, Colarado, somewhere in that area. So yes, desert weather.)

If it had been his father, Elise would be in for a world of trouble. But Jake considered his isolation here on the ranch backwards. Sandra, Elise's boss, was equine. As were all of the people in positions of authority. In fact, the only other humans were either delivery people who didn't actually work on the farm or grooms and stall shovelers. Elise being allowed to train the horses was because no one here knew how to ride English style, all being trained in Western riding. And horses who could do both were more valuable. They could be entered in more shows, rack up more points, and justify a higher cost for their babies with more championship trophies hanging in the ranch's show room. They bred world-class horses here, and it seemed Elise was the only human allowed to train their horses. Of course the animals didn't give a shit about the prejudices of their in-ways-more and in-ways-less evolved descendants. They knew Elise loved them, and Jake could see it too. He saw humans every day at the college, left the ranch and mingled with humanity like the anthros around him didn't. And he saw only beauty in her actions, both for showing compassion to Gent and for the sheer erotic thrill of her actions, taboo in so many ways.

Gent steadied at her command, though he still desperately wanted to buck his hips forward. He seemed to understand her momentary fear at his actions and did not repeat them, much as he wanted to. Still, he couldn't help giving tint little jerks, moving his cock back and forth just about an inch in her wonderful hands. The softness of her skin and the wonderful way she stimulated his cock way heaven to the powerful animal. And that wicked tongue along his tip was making Gent pray to whatever name they called God by to let this human stay at their ranch for a long time to come.

Under such experienced and wonderful hands and with the smell of the mare still in his nose, Gent can hardly be blamed for lasting only a couple of minutes under her attentions. He let's out a loud, high-pitched series of grunts as his tail flagged up and down. Hot, creamy horse seed spilled out over Elise's face and onto her tongue, some of it finding it's way past her oh so kissable lips. He released all of the tension and pressure as his cum - much more than any single human man could produce at once - bathes her exposed, naked front. Some drips down onto her breasts, and a bit even lands on her wonderful hair. More than a thousand pounds of power and muscle tremble above her, brought to his knees (figuratively, thank goodness) by the tiny human woman.

Jake, meanwhile, was watching through that hole. He didn't realize that as the stallion's sounds grew low, his own heavy breathing would become possible to hear. He wasn't touching himself, his hands still pressed to the wood in front of him. But he was sweating, wincing in pain at the tightness of his jeans. He pulled his eye away from the hole and turned, sitting in the stall and closing his eyes. He was trying to will himself to be still and steady till she left, not to stand up and go to her. He would look like a complete pervert now, and she would be right to hit him and storm off. It never occurred she would perhaps think twice before doing such to someone who knew her secret, because it never crossed his mind that what she'd done could be wrong. It just wasn't how he thought, not after going to school and seeing humans were every bit as good and evil as his own people were.
 
As soon as she felt Gent becoming close she opened her mouth, taking as much of the hot seed as she could. A strange thought that made her grin came to her mind, realising that she was quite literally swallowing hundreds if not thousands of dollars. She felt some drip down to her chest and she cleaned it up herself using her fingers, licking off the still hot and salty horse cum from her chestm sucing on the end of her fingers as one of her hands trailed down her body to stimulate herself. She closed her eyes and cleaned off Gent's cock using her tongue, standing up to walk over to the stallion's head.

Her hand was still between her legs and she gently pressed a kiss to his nose, looking up at the creature. "You're brilliant, you know. Absolutely wonderful. I just wish we could communicate better." she sighed softly, leaving herself. She could take care of that a little bit later - for now, she was just stood with Gent still completely naked, scratching the sweet spot behind his ear, knowing that he loved that.

It was quiet apart from the stallion's breathing and her own panting as it gradually slowed to the normal deep whooshing noise of a horse's breath. Part of her was sure she could hear somebody else but she just shook off the feeling - she hadn't heard anybody. It must just be her mind playing tricks on her. Eventually, she left him and started to pull her clothes back on as it was getting colder and she still had to walk back to her dorm room which, thankfully, was just her own and not a shared place.
 
Argentum stood there, breathing heavily as she cleaned his cock. Even afterwards she showed a sweetness to him that he'd never been allowed, always lead away from the mare once his job was done. This was so nice, being allowed to enjoy the hazy afterglow as his knees trembled a bit. He responded to her kiss by nudging her cheek with the end of his muzzle, hot breath coursing over her neck and making her red hair fly up a bit. It was the closest he could come to a peck on the cheek, a show that her understood what she did for him and appreciated it. He rumbled happily as she scratched that spot, wishing deeply that the two of them had been born in an open pasture, her a mare, with no humans to be seen. He could fall in love with a mare like that.

Gent didn't give any more trouble, taking a couple happy licks of the salt cube in his stall before lowering his head and drifting off to the best sleep he'd ever had, dreaming of letting Elise ride on his bare back. Jake, meanwhile, watched her go. He knew where she would be going. He waited until she was gone before darting off. He had to be fast. He left his chore unfinished. Screw dad, this was way more important! He didn't want to interrupt her moment there, but he had a good feeling where she was going.
He didn't bother to shower but he did at least stop in his room to throw on a fresh set of clothes and wash his arms. The rest of him while smelling lightly of sweat as she probably did herself thanks to the desert heat was free of any muck from the stables. Then he was out the door, taking off after her. Though he may have only two legs, he was still a horse, built for running.

He caught up to her before she reached the dorm, where they could still talk in relative privacy in the mile that seperated the college and Dun Deal. At least for a couple of minutes. "Hey! Hey, Elise!" He ran up behind her, panting a little bit as he came to a halt. He looked into her eyes, opening his mouth... and then just gave her a blank stare. He hadn't thought of a thing to say! And now, on the spot in front of her, he just froze up. He looked at her like he'd received a lobotomy right as he stopped in front of her. And then after several awkward moments, he managed a brilliant gem worthy of Shakespeare himself.

"Uhhhh... hi."
 
Elise had always found this area quite beautiful, especially as night fell. Despite the fact that the temperature dropped to freezing the college itself was out of the way and lacked artifical lighting, which was often complained about yet just looking up at the night sky showed the benefits of no artificial lights. Stars littered thevast, navy blue expanse and the etheral scar streaking across the sky, the center of he Milky Way, was one of Elise's favourite sights in the world. She had been staring up at the sky as she walked with her arms huddled against her chest for warmth when Jake's voice made her jump and snap out of her daydream.

She turned on her heel to face him and sighed with relief when he wasn't an axe murderer but rather the son of Dun Deal's owner. "Oh, hey there." she gave him a little wave with her fingers, a blush creeping across her cheeks as she thought of what she'd just did with one of her horses. Poker face, Elise, poker face..

She stood there for a moment in awkward silence, shifting her feet. She just wanted to get back to her dorm so she could get rid of the ache that Gent had given her, the taste of his cum still on her tongue as she spoke to him and hoped to god he couldn't smell the sex on her.
 
Jake gave a few more seconds of silence before he spoke plainly, just deciding that spitting it out would be best. This girl didn't seem to take any crap and he figured that it would be best. "Look, uh... I... I'm not like my dad and... Sandra... I think this segregation stuff is a load of... I guess your people would say horse shit, huh?" He chuckled, raising a hand to the back of his head and scratching it as he looked away from her. He wasn't used to talking to girls like this, especially not human ones.

He could tell she wanted to go, and he knew why. It was unmistakable how much she'd enjoyed helping Gent out. There was only one logical place she could be running off to and he couldn't really blame her. If the situation had been reverse,d if he had just assisted one of their mares in that fashion, he'd be hot and bothered too. But how to tell her what he'd seen? How to broach that delicate subject?

He inhaled, closing his eyes at the scent. It was still strong, and had an effect on him. Even that mare's scent was still fresh in his mind, and he began to feel that same frustration she had just helped Argentum with. But he forced his emotions down, opening his eyes as he looked into hers. "... Please don't freak out... but... I saw you." His silver cheeks couldn't blush, but if they could he would be bright red. "... I mean... with Gent."

He looked like he was ready to bolt as he waited for her reply. He was taking a huge leap of faith here. To come out so boldly and admit to that. Part of him thought he was stupid, he should get to know her first! He should introduce himself and get her to like him before admitting to being a peeping tom! No, that's dumb Jake. If you like her, don't start out with deception. Be honest. You did the right thing, now just don't run or do something else stupid!
 
"Well, I think we all think it is..." she trailed off, not quite sure what else to say to him. Her mine was still on the encounter that was hardly 5 minutes ago and she was extremely worried about her being to smell her. Wasn't that a thing with horses, that they could smell when another one was horny? She had no idea if that worked the same for humans and the fact that she didn't know worried her immensely.

Then he brought it up. She completely froze up, her hand still halfway to the strand of hair she was about to brush away from her face. Her expression was comical - wide eyed, slightly horrified and her cheeks had turned even redder than before, if that was possible. "You saw me." her voice was small and she suddenly snapped into action, taking a step back. "Please...please don't tell anybody!" her hand was on her mouth as she stared at him.

He wouldn't, would he? He couldn't. No, if he did, she'd be screwed, she'd be ridiculed and fired and never allowed back into society again. Something like this could ruin her whole life. "I'll do anything, just please don#'t tell anybody!" the complete fear lacing her voice was clear as day.
 
Jake wasn't really expecting that reaction. Oh sure, he should have been. But like any man he tended to put his foot in his mouth at times. He hadn't meant to frighten her, and immediately, shook his head as he held his hands up, palms forward.

"No no, it's not like that! I'm not mad! I get it. Sandra screwed up. It's not the first time. You don't want to know what happened to Thunder the last time she did this, poor guy hurt himself trying to get to the mare... look, I... I know why you're scared but I'm not trying to blackmail you or anything. I wanted to-"

To fuck your brains out? Oh that'll go over real well. But why AM I telling her this? What do I expect to happen here? He looked into her eyes, searching for a reason to give her. He didn't want to seem crazy, and he really wanted her to like him. It was hard to find a woman like her of any species, and even though they'd just met he wanted the chance to get to know her. Even if nothing happened he'd regret it if he never tried.

"... I wanted to tell you that you are a very kind girl. And I know that this might sound like I'm in this for myself, and sure, I want you to say yes for that too. But it doesn't change what I see. You're in the same need as he was... I just thought that since you were kind to my brother... I should return that favor."

It was true that anthros could breed with wild horses, and there had never been any mention of Jake's mother save for a grave in the back yard. She'd died at the age of 24. To an outsider it might seem like she died young, but in fact it was a nice old age for her. And it was also true that Mr. West and Jake both gave Argentum a special treatment, like he was part of their family.

Jake looked like he was about to turn and bolt, however. His hand was quivering, and his tail flicking in agitation. One of his hooved feet scraped at the ground. He was fighting the instinct to run. Despite his intimidating size and physical power, he was undoubtedly more scared of Elise than she was of him.
 
She stared at him with wide green eyes for a long moment, her head tilted to one side as she tried to process what he'd said. She was in a sort of daze. She finally opened her mouth to speak, removing her hand from it. "I, uh...what are you talking about?" she knew full well what he was talking about but she didn't know what to say to it, to be perfectly honest.

It was rare that Elise was rendered speechless but right now, she honestly had no words other than 'uhh' and 'erm' along with other things along those lines.

She finally just came out with what she was thinking. After all, he'd just seen her do that...did it really matter anymore? "Are you suggesting we have sex?" her expresson was fairly blank now but her tone gave away her nervousness quite a bit, along with the fact that she kept shifting her weight and stubbing her toe on the floor, her fingers tapping against her arm.
 
Jake could sympathize with her nerves, as he felt them too. Sure, he'd rolled in the hay with a couple of the mares here since he started college. But that had been more him giving in to lust than any real connection. They spent their time hanging out only with other anthros, and Jake didn't want to be with someone so closed-minded. So he avoided those mares and stopped engaging in the illicit sex trade that was college.

He gulped nervously when she posed the question so bluntly. "I... that is... I don't mean offense, really.. b-but... you seem like you want... like you need the same attention.. and... and I..." He looked down, like what he said next was a shameful thing. "I need it too. I'm surrounded by those sounds every day. I don't know if you get this, but mares attract males of our kind. Either type of mare, on two or four legs. And... and I don't get to fulfill all those wild impulses like the stallions do..." He brought his eyes up to hers, trying to show her that this wasn't just some crazy lustful stallion trying to get in her panties.

(That'd be knickers to you, Snuffy.)

"... Look if you want to slap me or whatever, I get it. I know what this looks like, especially after I violated your privacy like that. And if you never want me to speak to you again, I won't unless it's necessary for our job. I just thought that... you might like a friend to help you out... and hoped that... you would be mine, and help me out." He felt kind of stupid, talking about sex like it was something friends just did. Of course it wasn't. And he was mentally ill for thinking this would ever work. His father's words about human cruelty rang in his head as he awaited an answer he was certain would be 'no'.
 
ooc; Haha, I am familiar with american terminology.

bic; Elise herself had been around her fair share of boys back in England - not to say that she was a slut, but she certainly wasn't a stranger to the back of bike sheds and secluded areas of parks. She'd tried to put all of that behind her upon coming to America though, wanting to make a proper name out of herself rather than just being the girl who would snog anybody while drunk. Luckily, she was quite hard to get drunk until she started the Jager Bombs, her one true weakness, as it were. (And mine.)

She frowned at him slightly as he spoke, not really sure how to respond to that. Part of her, a very large part of her just wanted to say yes, but..."Well, uh...I'm not saying no but what if we get found out? I know, I know I was being risky enough back there, but it's...I wouldn't be able to help you all season, would I?" she was antsy and it was clear, looking around as if somebody was about to catch them right there and then.

"I'm just saying that I really, really don't want to be fired for corrupting Mr. West's son." she shifted her weight again, biting her lip.
 
(Haha, I was just teasing. Also get OUT of my head! I DESPISE alcohol, jager bombs are one of the very few things I'll drink.)

Jake could understand her tension. But at that last part, he balked a little. "You don't want to get... Hey, how do you think I feel? All you'd lose is a job! I'd get disowned if my dad knew I even tried to get with a human." He wondered if that was really the case, or whether there was something else. Maybe she was just nervous? That was probably it, after all he'd suggested something pretty outlandish.

"Look, if you don't want to do this... that's fine. But please, if you turn me away... just let it be because you're not interested. Not because of my father and his backwards ways. I know this job is important to you, but if it comes down to it... I'll tell him that I seduced you... or... whatever you want me to tell him... he... he won't fire you if he thinks I..." He didn't finish that sentance. What are you saying?! What exactly are you going to tell him you did to her?! Disowning would be the least of your worries.

It was true what he was offering to put forth as a cover-up was insanely self-destructive. But he didn't much care anymore. "Don't get the wrong idea, it's not that I'm madly devoted to you or anything. I barely know you. But... I don't like my dad's ways. They aren't mine. I was already going to tell him once I graduate that I'm going to live in a mixed-species community. So... whatever, if I have to give him the finger and move out a couple of years early, I'll do it. But I don't want to get you in trouble." There were a rare few such places, where anthros and humans coexisted peacefully. Sweet and peaceful towns, occasionally torn apart by tragic acts of racism, but never by the locals. Living there made one a target for segregationists on both sides of the species divide, but it offered an acceptance of one another that neither human nor anthro could find in the more common cities made up almost exclusively of one or the other. Even the big cities like New York and London tended to have seperate districts of the city that were the unofficial districts for one or the other.
 
She rubbed the back of her neck in thought for a moment, still glancing around nervously before she finally spoke up again, moving closer as he did. "If anybody asks, the story is that you're at my flat because we needed to discuss the work rotor today after bumping into each other doing exactly the same jobs when it would have been quicker to do them seperate, okay?" she knew he could relate to this: Sandra had no communication skills so she quite literally just shoved Elise in whenever she couldn't be bothered to do the work herself, no matter whether Jake was on shift or not.

She started walking quickly as she pulled the key to her flat out before she had any second thoughts about this, not wanting to give up a chance like it while she was still so horny simply because she was afraid of people finding ot when in reality, it was extremely unlikely that anybody would even guess that. Sure, they may joke, but the answer to joking was joking back rather than getting defensive.

"When do your classes start in the morning?" she asked when they started getting into the areas with more people in, deciing it would be a fairly normal question to ask.
 
No way. Did that really just happen? Because it sounded like she was accepting his offer. Jake was so surprised by that turn of events, he actually just stood there for a moment when Elise walked away. But the sound of his hooves clopping on the ground soon echoed as he caught up to her. "Uh, yeah! Yeah, great! That... sounds like something that old bitch would do, huh?" He chuckled nervously, looking away from her and up at the sky. He mouthed several words of thanks to whatever God may be listening.

Back at the dorm, they got a couple of funny looks at first. But they died off when one of the girls who knew Elise joined the whispered gossip, no doubt containing those jokes she'd just fear. It stopped once her friend spread around the knowledge that guy was just someone she worked with, cutting off any fires before they start.

Jake was fortunately able to roll with improvisation, reinforcing the notion that his visit was innocent. "Oh, let's see... My first one is eight thirty, Agriculture in the Ancient World with Professor Twiggit. Should be plenty of time to sort our schedules out." He followed her with his hands in his pockets, looking at the other girls to hide the fact that he wanted to keep his eyes locked on her cute little rear. It wouldn't do to be caught staring. Still, he did hope that any anthro females present wouldn't be able to smell just how turned on he was. If it came to it, any smells like that from him could be written off as him not having time to shower after leaving his breeding ranch. Said like that it was actually perfectly true.
 
She waved with a smile at the gossipers that she passed, casual and loose although right now she was incredibly excited, feeling quite similar to a coiled spring. She pretty much wanted to just run to her room but she had to keep it casual...even the slightest hint of something being fishy would almost ensure the two would be spied on. "So basically, a class that nobody really cares about?" she replied jokingly as she entered her apartment building.

She headed up the stairs before him, deducting that nobody was in the stairwell which gave her a moment to throw a wink at him over her shoulder paired with a smirk, giving hr own arse a quick squeeze as she walked as a means of teasing him. As worried as she was about being found out, if they were going to get caught there was no point in not having fun along the way, right?

She reached her room quickly - Room #202, on the second floor of the 5 storey building and it overlooked the whole campus. She had been lucky enough to get one of the more desired rooms as the building itself had only recently been built, making the dimensions and decoration modern, light and airy, with laminate wooden flooring and sofas that looked more comfortable than the standard you would usually get in a college apartment. Of course, it also helped that the college was a high-fee college and Elise got 'special' permits so to speak as she was a great benefit to the stud farm.

ooc; I'm only rushing along a little for now because there wouldn't be much to put on those in betweeny bits xD
 
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