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Posted on April 15, 2020 at 02:58:03 AM by CAIN
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He could smell her excitement as he came closer and he felt his own rising in turn. Would this be the season? Would she finally honor him with a foal? He would never push her or any of his mares. He was happy enough with the sons and daughter he had, though he would never turn down more. Still, he couldn't help but imagine a beautiful foal, sturdy and dancing with black and white spots just as both their parents were. Maybe it would be slender and ballerina-like or maybe it would be thick and tall like him. Either way, he wouldn't love the child any less. With Harlequin's fire, it would be sure to be an interesting match and he couldn't wait to be a father again. She admired him as he paraded around. He could do this all day just for her. He didn't mind the dance, the tease, anything for her. He had no doubt that she would be a natural as a mother. She was a fighter, a spirit all in herself. She would teach the foal to be strong just like her. The grin on her lips brought new heat to his skin as he stepped toward her. Her muzzle finally touched him, leaving a firey path down his neck. He shivered at her touch, his eyes closing for a second to favor it before her words really hit him. His eyes snapped open and his ears pricked, his head lifting as he tried to read her expression. She stepped closer, rubbing her head on him before she told him to give her a foal, that she needed it. A groan left his lips before he could stop it. He reached out to nuzzle her cheek. "Your wish...is my command." The words came out in a rough whisper, torn from his throat as if tortured out of him. He moved to her flanks and nipped at her tail before lifting himself to mount her. He was as gentle as he could be, knowing his own size and her own smaller figure but he didn't want treat her like glass either. She wasn't fragile. He clamped his front legs around her small sides, nuzzling and lipping at her withers and neck before he bit down on a mouthful of mane. Once he felt she was comfortable, he started to move. Once he'd finished, he dismounted just as gently and lowered himself to the sand beside her, nuzzling again at her shoulder and neck, making sure she was okay, even if she was too proud to admit it. Cain_stallion_6yo_Gypsy Vanner Mutt_16.3hh_black and white tobiano coat_white mane & tail_dark brown eyes_bound to none_Salem Desert Father to: Akello(xVihaan), Legolas(xGeneva), Paisley(xPrimrose), Carbon(xGeneva), Zena(xZubeia), Twinge(xHarlequin) photo by JNix@Shutterstock |
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- Like a shadow dancing on the edge; - By Harlequin May 2, 2020 at 03:40:33 PM
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