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the way they always do, When you're ridin' sixteen hours
And there's nothin' much to do
Asgeir was concerned. Over the past several days he had noticed a marked difference in Sunny's demeanor. Whereas normally the mare was gentle and kind, she had been quite proddy toward everyone, canine and equine alike. If he had not seen it before the behavior might well have left him stymied. But this was a pretty common occurence in his mare and it was brought on by a very specific reason. Sunny was in heat.
His mare was something like eight years old, nowhere near the end of her breeding age, and Speck was not much older than she. Asgeir had had posession of them the majority of their lives and so he knew how to read their signs. So it was not the prospect of her demeanor changing, but what that might mean for Speck. Just prior to their arrival in Sangi'lak, the Issum had brought not one, but two stallions to live in the pack lands. So Speck would not have to fight one, but potentially both of them to breed the mare he had aged beside and attempted to breed for years since, had only Asgeir let them.
Though he still had the covering he had used for Sunny in years past to keep her from being impregnated, he did not attach it to her when he determined that she was indeed in season. Instead he kept a close eye on her, following her around and judging her reaction to the stallions when they came around. Of the three, the Clydesdale seemed least interested, which intrigued Asgeir. As big as the male was he would have expected the equine to push the issue. Instead it seemed when she was ready that Speck and the dappled black would be duking it out.
A couple days drifted by and Asgeir was beginning to wonder if Sunny would breed to either of the stallions, when it happened. Her tail raised and was held away from her bits, and she urinated very near to Speck, who sniffed at the stream. His tail flagged and his nose curled in a reaction that male horses were prone to, but before he could claim his prize the black had approached as well. The stallions turned toward each other with Sunny looking on and even from the distance he was maintaining in an effort to stay safe Asgeir could see their eye whites shining and their teeth were bared. Ears were laid back against their skulls and the cries they gave were hoarse and lower pitched than normal. Then the two came together, rearing on hind legs to club at each other with their forelegs and bite at each other's neck and shoulders.
Suddenly Speck disengaged, whirled, and bucked, his hind hooves coming into contact with the dapple's flanks and making the darker horse give ground. Whirling back, Speck lowered his head, neighing again hoarsely and snaking his head forward to bite at the loser. Then he turned back, sniffed at Sunny's urine once again. Displaying a manhood that would make any canine jealous, he prodded Sunny forward a little way and mounted her. Then Speck withdrew, finished for the moment, nipping his mate on the flanks to chivvy her ahead of him.
You just wish the trip was through
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