A tale of two furs (Sharub & Monstruous_passions)

[Sharub]

The warm noon's sun shone over her brown fur as she walked over the lonely and dusty road that echoed with the sound of the wind that ran freely into the seemingle endless valley, carrying scents of far away prairies, forests and towns while mixing with the heavy stumps of her hooves and the quiet rattling of the satchel that ran from her left shoulder and slightly bounced over her left hip at each step she made. <<A young mare>>, as many would say, but she was different from the usual concept so often paired with equine females... Yorwa was filled with pride and bravery, following her own choices rather than being told where to go and what to do, like her ancestors that lived in the primal prairies: Wild and Untamed, living for adventure or for their own good, if not living of adventures FOR their own good.

As the wind unruled her long, black mane, she casually wiped her forehead with her hand, allowing her chestnut eyes to gaze in the distance, trying to spot the end of that endless and dusty road and, hopefully, spot a city before darkness, hoping to sleep into a tavern or an inn instead of another night spent beneath the stars.

He hooves clacked and thumped heavily over the dust, dirt and gravel that covered the road, listening to her own cacophony of crinckles and rolling stones against the hard ending of her muscled legs. Legs that would have certainly enthralled any onlooker as, with a relaxed rythm, she walked with heavy stumps, allowing her hips to move with an almost calculated gait, allowing her supple bottom to betray an healthy jiggle at each cadenced step even if covered by a rather thick pair of trousers that covered most of her shapely legs.

Her body, anyway, transpired a life made of energy and activity as, even with a tick yet soft layer of fur covering her body, even with a quick glance casted over her frame would only allow to admire perfect shapes, from the muscled neck to the swelling of her chest, where her young and pert breasts declared to the whole world her feminity. A sensual theme that mother nature allowed her to pursue further with the smoothness of her stomach, covered by a lighter shade of fur, as if to invite hands to rub and caress her belly and feel that soft, warm and calm fur to wipe away the worries of the world.

<<...I hope we'll find a town or a village before the end of the day...>> said her with a bored puff as a drop of sweat rolled from her forehead before being wiped away with the dark fur of her hand, giving the impression of her as wearing elbow-long blackish gloves <<For just one night i would rather sleep with a roof over my head and someone to guard around>> a sigh escaping from her lungs as the heavy steps of her brother resounded at her side.

 

[Monstrous_Passions]

The mare's twin stallion clopped heavily beside her. Sweat beaded across the brown fur that stretched tightly across his body as he wiped his brow dry with his forearm. The valley had not seen rain in many months. The grassy ocean began to turn pale and straw like as the sun baked the earth underneath. Flocks of field birds dotted the sky as they dipped and swarmed in formation landing in the grass only to rise and scatter once more as a single unit.

He shared the same physical attributes as Yorwa. The wind effected his loose black mane just as much as hers, even his movements to sweep the hair from his elongated face almost seemed to mirror hers. They shared a womb together and have not separated since. Despite being only fraternal, they looked and behaved rather similarly to a T. The gravel signaled a village or town's driveway, hinting soon they would be upon some sort of country settlement. Hassan shifted the weight of his ruck sack he carried, full of their shared loot and his belongings.

The stallion was a few hands taller then his twin sister, and where she was heavy with muscle in the thighs and buttocks, he was predominantly upper body in comparison although his powerful thighs designed for quick quarter mile sprints were no laughing matter. His arms were thick with muscle with defined boulder shoulders and biceps the size of pumpkins. The Y shape of his triceps exploded anytime he so much as moved them. Were his sister had a generously portioned chest, he did as well in the form of huge pectorals that were designed to push with great force. His abdomen sported a much coveted eight pack that the stallion was rather proud of. He wore a sleeveless leather breastplate that bore signs of extreme use. Although Yorwa's ass was no doubt the most supple in all the land, Hassan's definitely dwarfed males behinds of smaller species of human or anthro alike.

<< It would be nice to kick my hooves up and enjoy a pint. I haven't slept in a bed in weeks. You reckon they have any work in this town or will it be dead like the last one? I really don't want to have to do farm work again just to feed myself sis...>>

He absentmindedly drew a green apple from his pack and popped the entire thing in his mouth, core and all. He chewed it's tart juicy contents to hold his deeper hunger at bay. Up ahead the palisade walled village loomed. Humans. These simple country folk however tended to not mind traveling anthro's in their communities as they passed through. However there was a time when a farmers daughter was caught diddling the stud of a stallion, and the twins were promptly chased off. Hassan swore he thought she was going to show him where the plow equipment was, but who was he to stop a curious maiden from exploring new horizons?

He slapped his twin sister on the ass causing it to ripple in response << Race you there! >> Without another word he began to gallop towards the walled town with huge bounds, hooves spilling gravel from their furious assault upon the earth.

 

[Sharub]

Yorwa walked at his side, sometimes idly comparing their sizes and height, making her think if they really were twins or an obscure past lied before their memories, still, as always, she kicked away those pointless thoughts with a wave of her head, making her long mane to wave into the gentle, warm breeze of the valley. <<...a pint...>> her voice was dreamy and dry like the road over which they were talking, as she felt her tongue rough and dry like wood-ciseling tools, making her feeling like she was scraping her own mouth; the thought of a drink... maybe fresh... maybe even sparkling like those ales or beers... made her to sport a faint smile at the sole thought << ...Yeah... a pint would really do...>> replied her with an almost absent gaze casted in the horizon, as if the God of Beverages appeared in front of her very eyes in a miraculous appearance.

Still, she coughed and nodded at his words << I do hope, Bro. If you don't wont to work in a farm, i have enough of working in taverns... i would rather be the customer, just for once...>> said her with a giggle as she sighed, remembering her past experiences, while her brother was breaking his back in the fields of the village, she often found herself hired for a few coins at the local slumlike tavern or inn, like a wench that winked and smiled warmly at customers in order to make their purses open up with ease until they were too drunken to even stand up, often slumping limp over their stools. Yorwa wouldn't mind using her body for such things, she instead disliked the pay, too often offered as a take-or-leave rather than a proper pay.

While her mind and gaze lazily came and went away with ease, just like the dry straws and leafs lightly dancing into the warm air around them, she heard a loud crunch. immediately her ears perked up with and with instinct her body stiffened for a brief instant, almost a blink, until she realized that she was caught off-guard by her brother that was now muching a fruit; a drop of whiteish juice still lingered over the fur of his muzzle as he kept munching at it and, casting her eyes away in front of her, she resumed the blank walking at his side.

After a little while her eyes spotted a dark dot at the end of the road "A village?" thought her, but as they walked forward, more details appeared, soon giving her and her brother the clear and understandable vision of a walled village, immediately feeling the tiredness in her legs and the dry throat being worth for their efforts.

*SLAP!* the dry sound of a slap echoed in the thin air around them followed by her yelp of surprise, as she felt his strong hand still lingering over her supple bottom, but she barely had the chance to notice his arm to move away from there that Hassan's challenging smile disappeared, as his long and dark mane waved behind him <<Oh... it. Is. ON!>>, her voice as challenging as his smile, while her own dark muzzle shown her teeths in a similare behaviour, as she took a deep sigh and with a jump, she raced her brother.

While her brother run, she admired his body: so tall, big and rippled with bulging muscles taking long steps, making the gravel to being vanquished beneath his hooves while, like the most valiant and proud of warriors, he galloped toward the village. Yorwa, instead, was galloping with a relative grace, her black-hands closed in delicate fists, while her long, shapely legs jumped in an almost unnatural light over the gravel while her breasts bounced and jumped in her chest, difficultily held in place by a thick leather bra. She soon reached her brother, at each step he made, she felt almost unbalanced by the strenght of his thumping over the ground <<You thought that *pant* a faux start like that *pant* would have allowed you to *pant* win? Mh?>> said her almost without efforts as she winked at her brother.

As they ran over the dirt-covered road raising a thick dust behind them like an herd of unleashed beasts, they approached the village that now appeared sorrounded by dried irrigation systems and a tall wooden palisade, while the first roofs begun to be seen, making Yorwa to almost daydream of a celebrative fresh pint of ale and the thought of resting her tired legs over an hired bed made her eyes to flutter, as, with a smile, accelerated her pace...

 

[Monstrous_Passions]

The pair made quite the entrance just then as they skidded to the halt just within the gates kicking up dust and rock much to the annoyance of the guards posted there. They voiced their disproval in their human tongue, Hassan pretended not to notice. He flashed a grin to his sister behind him ignoring the fact they tied despite his head start. His gait slowed so she could pace side by side with him. The two entered some type of open air market with vendors selling their wares and crops. Hassan promptly resupplied his dwindling apple stock. This time opting for sweeter red ones. A few pieces of eight bought him a dozen that he stuffed into his bag.

A hanging wooden sign displayed the image of a tankard. " River-views Watering Hole and INN" it read, gaining its namesake from the bubbling brook that flowed through the middle of town connecting to a larger river beyond it. He patted Yorwa's butt to get her attention and pointed at the Inn. << C'mon. We can get a look at the bounty board and grab some refreshment there. First round on me aye?>>
He draped his arm around her shoulder and led her inside.

It was mid day rush. Men and women taking respite from their professions sought to drink from the tap house. A wooden board on the floor near the entrance had job postings and a few WANTED signs nailed to it. Soldiers of fortune and adventurers alike made their living off places like this, and it was no surprise others like Hassan and Yorwa were hanging out here. Most of the inhabitants appeared human save for a Feline or two in the back. The male anthro was watching the female feline flirt with a barmaid. Looked to be an interesting conversation from here.
Hassan led Yorwa to the counter and slammed down a fistful of pieces of eight. He spoke in the Human common tongue to the barkeep.

" Two pints please. Keep them coming, and a plate of carrots or something like it."

His voice had more bass to it then the humans could produce, their language awkward upon his equine tongue, but his fluency was good enough there was no misunderstanding. The barkeep nodded and took his money disappearing only to reappear with two huge frothy glasses and a plate of whole organic local grown produce. The stallion raised his glass to his companions and said ..

<< Cheers Yorwa. To our fame and fortune! >>

His glass clinked with hers and he pressed it to his velvety lips downing the effervescent fermented grain beverage down with great gusto. The anthro horse could drink like a demon, and planned to get his fill tonight after a long hard road. He negotiated their rooms while munching down a carrot, receiving a pair of keys. The rooms were directly across from each other upstairs and so their beds were officially hired. He slid one of the keys into Yorwa's pocket and patted her muscular thigh in a way saying " I've got you covered." For the next few minutes they continued to eat their plates of vegetables and pint after pint..

 

[Sharub]

The village's palisade come nearer and nearer as they raced over the dusty road, their manes flying an flowing into the air as their leg muscles bulged and springed with equine grace, making both of them to appear as the most worthy rapresentatives of the Equine species, sharing both primal brutal strenght and an uncanny, unavoidable grace in their movements and the perfection of their bodies. Once at the gates, she smiled at him panting "Tie, Again", but as the dust around them flew away, she heard a guard muttering something, probably they got scholded like little childrens playing in the streets, but as Hassan did, she shrugged and walked by.

Inside the protection of the weak palisade walls, the village seemed to flourish, as an open-air market appeared in front of them, with citizens flocking the street and childrens running and laughing around. With loud thumps, her hooves followed his when he went to a market stall filled with fruits and, with a few words of the real universal language...coins... he got a considerable amount of red apples, whose red skin shone like the most juicy maiden's lips. While Hassan was dealing with his fruity needs, Yorwa looked around keeping her satchel well tight to herself while her ears, perked up in the air, warily let her know of the risks of any market: smugglers, poachers, thieves, pick-pocketers of any and every kind, waiting for her brother to conclude his deal. She felt an hand slowly patting her supple bottom, casually turning her head while her eyes decided wether to burn alive whoever touched her or let it go, but the sight of her brother pointing at an inn, make her simply to smile back at him. "Uhm... Watering hole an inn... just what we need..." she mumbled for a brief instant before nodding with a smile and, with the strong arm of Hassan around her neck, she followed him, while his strong torso and arms's muscles bulged around her smaller frame, guiding her toward the wooden door of the inn.

While Yorwa disliked open-air markets and the way any thief could disappear in a blink of an eye, she loved the atmosphere of local inns, places where people would gather for a meal, tell a story and drink sweet intoxicating brews, while the whole building fills and mixes scents coming from the smoky firepit of the hall, the meaty smokyness of the kitchen, the heavy and unamovable smell of a place serving alcoolic beverages for decades if not centuries, making its sweet and heady aroma to melt into the very essence of the wood and the stones of the activity. Walking over the wooden floor, their hooves thumped and clacked heavily, making a few heads to turn and see why in the world someone would hammer the floor, only to see that it was just a two more customers and returned to their chats or drinking deeds.

Her brother's body guided her toward the counter, and, once he had removed his armos from her neck, she felt lighter of a few pounds, as her fur and skin underneath breathed from his heat. Hassan extracted again the clinking universal language placing them on the counter, but this time, he spoke; Yorwa looked at him with surprise and admiration <<...one day you could teach me a few words of the human's tongue...>> said her in a whisper <<Y'know... i am kinda tired of simply ignoring them or smile in awkward silence>>.

As the magic of the coins paid its way, Yorwa sat on the tall stools humans uses for their counters, and as she slid her bottom over one of them caring for her tail to swing free on the back of the stool, she started to feel the fresh bubbles gurgling down her throat while the crunching sound of fresh, sweet carrots made her mouth water, her mind then wondered why did they didn't used common stools or chairs; still, her silly thought were cut off with a loud clunk, turning her head she saw the innkeeper to place two heavy glasses and, with almost feverish thirst, she mimicked her brother and rose a glass into the air with a smile <<Cheer to you, Hassan. To our fame and fortune!>> and finally, pressing that glass to her thick, equine lips, she gulped that pee-coloured beverage, feeling its sparkles to tingle her tongue and mouth, and, with a loud gulp, felt its freshness running down her throat and finally pool in her stomach. <<AHhhh>> sighed her with satisfaction, slamming the glass over the counter.

As she was tiredly crouched over the counter in a manner used by most drunkards of the world, she heard her brother to talk with the innkeeper and with a pout, she wished she could speak human, but as she was going to focus more, the young mare heard a metallic tingle over the counter and when her brother approached with a satisfied smile, she saw his strong hands to slid a key into her leg-pocket and patted her with care. She looked at him with a wide smile and nodded <<Thanks, brother>> as to underline her relief, she rose her pint again and gulped a few more moutful, feeling its content to affect her senses a little bit, when she tried to grab a big, juicy carrot, she had a little problems of coordination with her fingers, as, despite her brother, she was not used to alcoolics.

Time passed by like for anyone else in that inn, with cheers and clinking glasses, slurps of soup and munching of meat, but to them, carrots and apples were the real deal: alternating a carrot with a slurp from her glass, glass which was declared "to be filled once empty" by her paying brother, she unadvertently found herself moving that phallic carrot into her mouth and licking it with her tongue, as if to taste its sweetness without muching it, while her eyes, almost closed, looked in the empty void of the wooden wall in front of her.