<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i.imgur.com/EH8Gmra.png)</div></div><br/>The closest thing to a name that this creature had was simply Horse, Grunt, or Stallion. He was a slave, ignorant and uneducated, why did he deserve a name? He was up for sale now and again, but owners didn’t quite see his younger body as being worthwhile. It was strange because he was the perfect labor horse, muscular and strong with endurance to spare. Perhaps it had something to do with the strong blush that came upon the women’s faces when the men were out hunting, a longing stare at him that was much more than an analytical look over his body. Some men were smart enough to recognize the problem and head it off at the start, but he never knew about it. He was just standing around as he normally was, waiting for everything to settle down before his master would take him back to the cages. On this night, though, he was passed along to a new man, given a set of tasks, and expected to do them throughout the season.<br/><br/>When things began to slow down, it was really quite impressive how much the stallion had done. As had been estimated, he could replace almost four slaves when pulling or lifting things, as long as he had time at some point in the day to exercise. That was usually taken up by all the work, keeping his body healthy and strong. He had his own room in a stable with other anthros, males and females kept in cages when they couldn’t work. He had his own window, too, out which he was usually staring when he was stuck in his stable. Not much else to do but sit there and think… Suddenly, there was a strange sound from another stable, one of the cats. She was purring and meowing with some very odd tones, almost like she was in pain but not quite? He tried not to give it much heed; the cats were roamers, chasing and gobbling up pests. They didn’t deal with the farm work that he did. He sat down in the pile of hay he considered a bed and sat back, stretching out as much as he could. It was a moment to relax, even if the stupid cat was making a lot of weird noise. There was word that the daughter of his master was coming home tonight, and everyone was told to look their best.<br/><br/>He didn’t realize that she was in heat, and that the smell would reach him when the daughter came to investigate…<br/>