Meadow

Lifelong partnerships were for squares and boring people. To be bonded forever, just to watch them get old and grey, and eventually crippled by age as it settled down upon them like a weighted blanket was the greatest punishment that Valens could ever think of. Even as he budded from a young adult into a full-fledged stallion, he thought that he was nearing the end of his life.

Gross.

He did not fault the shining woman for not having a partner just now. Such things were people that had nothing left in their lives, and he is glad that she is free to play the scene.

Good for her, being tethered was just so boring.

He leans into her and beams at her words, rubbing his shoulder to hers and while he intends to try and soak in her beauty for himself, as if he were a leech, he was also enjoying the soft warmth that bleeds from her skin. Winter was so drab, and he was glad that spring was just around the corner.

Even if it meant otherwise beautiful women were going to be spitting out crotch-goblins and forever be fattened by the experience. Hips rounded, teats a-bursting. Oh boy Valens was not looking forward to the influx of knobby-kneed children that would be screaming and squealing and getting all up in his face.

Because children knew no bounds.

“Good. You don’t need to be tying yourself to someone if you’re not ready.” He all but lisps in her ear, nibbling playfully at her skin there, and reaching over to carefully tug at her forelock. Setting it straight, tugging carefully and tucking it close to the side of her face. “There!” He chuckles, springing back to give her a good look. “Now, where do you live my dear? I imagine somewhere hot and brimming with absolute babes like yourself.”

If he had eyebrows to raise and wiggle, he definitely would have.