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Here, have a thread for horsey sex. Tongue
Sura may or may not be with him- if she is, she's probably asleep in one of the saddlebags. I'm still waiting to hear back from her about what she wants to do while Ink's in CdC- I figured he'd end up staying a few nights, so the horses can do the naughty in comfort? XD

Jericho was a beautiful mare, but she was aging. Ink knew this. The boy wondered just how long the mare would live for and worried that her life span wouldn't be very long- he knew a lot about horses but the boy had no idea how long they lived for. Five years later and Jericho was still strong and active, not even showing signs of her age. Maybe they had the same lifespan as a luperci? Who knew.

Ink did know, however, that between two and six years of age, horses had the best luck with having foals. He'd never considered covering Jerri before, but with all the time he'd spent with Hex and Tem, he wondered what her foals would even look like and what kind of temperment they'd have. Vinatta could use the extra horses, except none of the horses in Vinatta were quite right for his precious mare.

So, he saddled up, packed up the saddlebags with various items and with Saul's permission, headed off to visit a friendly neighbor- Casa di Cavalieri. He knew that this was where Hex's mum had been covered and he hoped they'd have a good stallion there for stud. It took them quite a few hours but finally, Ink and Jerri landed on the borders of the other pack. He'd never, ever visited CdC before. He hoped they'd receive him well.

The boy slipped down from Jerri's back and without much hesitation, howled his high-pitched call for someone to greet him there. He hoped the alpha would come, Jazper. Jazper had been named a few times during talks with Saul and Tem and Ink knew from talk that the man had a stallion, a beautiful horse from what he'd heard. Perhapes Jazper would be willing to have his stallion cover Jerri with a trade of horse-related goods and possibly, depending on what the result would be, a new addition to their own stables. Twins were rare, though- he hoped the tack and supplies he'd packed would be good enough. "I hope you're ready for a hot and heavy date, Jerri." The mare snorted, bumping her nose against his shoulder affectionately, not really sure why they'd come here or why her food was on her back and not in her mouth.

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Even though Ink had helped her into his saddle bags, put the saddle bags on his mare, and made sure Sura would have enough air to breathe, Sura felt sure he did not know she was there. She was a ninja! In this clothy apparatus container, she could lurk about in peace, her eyes sparkles of darkness and fairy dust, the world would hear her roar!


"Ware we dere yeeeeeeeeet?" (hover for translation), she blurted, her head peeking out of the bag, the ground unsteady as the horse moved about. Realizing she'd broken her ninja-stealth-mode, she slammed a paw onto her mouth and puffed her cheeks in embarrassment as if she'd said a dirty word. In Sura's mind, she'd also broken a promise that she'd told herself that she wouldn't say that phrase.


Mortified, she disappeared into the saddle bag deeper, trying to hide. A few minutes, she had popped her head back out again like a prairie dog, sniffing the air contently and letting a slight breeze tickle the insides of her floppy ears. When they stopped, she cocked her head curioisly and jumped out of the bag, scampering over to Ink's right foot and hiding behind it. "Dat woud noise." , she commented, looking about warily to see if it would wake up any surely slumbering mountains that would turn into giants and come and eat them! When no such thing happened, Sura fidgeted for what seemed like an eternity to her, and then went to the horse. Gathering two of its hairs around its hoof, Sura began to play with them doing her best to twist them together. In actuality, this really accomplished nothing. "I bwaid'ededed-ededs howsies fur. Now he - " , she paused and ducked her head. "Wook! Is a gwurl howsie! She no have no stick!." , she pointed excitedly to the horse's underside, doing a little dance oddly reminiscent of the "potty dance".


"I dinks is betters to be boys so has stick to pways fetch wif. " , she rounded back by Ink's side, examining his fur. "Eww! Is a wice! Mousies! Wodent! Oh- is a mowle. No, is dirts." , she looked away, no longer interested in the non-infectious speck of dirt.




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