Braemar was not a thoughtful stallion, or one that was prone to reflecting on the past very often. As far as he was concerned, what was done was done, and there was no point in dwelling on it. But over the past few weeks, he had found himself doing just that more and more. He had not been on the islands long, but already he’d had more than his share of women, something he’d been denied all but once back at home (and that had proven to be more trouble than it was worth). Back home, mares were paired off almost as soon as they were mature, and casual sex was something that was looked down upon. Of course, this didn’t stop it happening, it just made it a troublesome matter to actually try getting laid.
So far the mares Braemar had slept with here on the islands were practically giants, however, and so it had been quite the challenge for him to get the deed done, especially since neither had been particularly willing. This had made the ordeals rather less enjoyable, and had left the rather unpleasant and bitter taste of guilt in his mouth, but what was he supposed to do? The islands were a paradise free of the social rules he’d grown up with, so he would have been a fool not to take advantage of them.
What he was really after was a willing partner to shag him morning, noon, and night, and one more suited to his height at that. Braemar did not like being towered over by mares; it was unnatural, and it made him feel emasculated. Therefore when he saw the stocky young mare grazing, Braemar made an immediate beeline for her. “Oi oi,” he called out as he strolled closer, flashing her a cheeky grin. It was only as he came closer that he saw how young she was. This gave him momentary pause. Her stocky, voluptuous frame had fooled him. She was too young even for the heat to be upon her as it was all the other mares this time of year.
Braemar had a niggling feeling that this was wrong, that he shouldn’t even be talking to her, but he was bored, and what was a little harmless conversation? She was old enough to be out on her own, so why couldn’t she be fair game? Age was just a number, after all.
But Braemar decided to comment on it, anyway. Better safe than sorry. “You’re awfully young to be out here alone, lass. Lots of ‘orny stallions about, you ken? I hope your ma and da ent far off.”
4; highland pony; dapple gray; 14.0hh |
