Taming the Stallions:  IC
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				Title: <strong>Taming the Stallions:  IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scylla</strong> on <strong>06-06-2014, 10:06:28</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 36pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>In Character Thread</strong></span><br><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Taming the Stallions Small Group RP</strong></span><br>(Con, Furry Horses X Humans, Possible Bondage):<br>(http://i1254.photobucket.com/albums/hh605/JennyFive69/Untitled-1_zps670d5608.jpg)<br><br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Taming the Stallions OOC Thread (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=206051.msg10098278#msg10098278)</strong></span></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Game Details</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Name:</strong> Taming the Stallions<br><br><strong>Content:</strong> Con, Furry Horses X Humans, Possible Bondage<br><br><strong>Scenario:</strong> As the long, summer months wear on, lusts rise on the farm.&nbsp; The work horses used to help tend the land begin to look more and more enticing to the owner and his wife and daughter.&nbsp; How much longer will it be before the stallions will need to be tamed?<br><br><strong>Setting:</strong> Modern; Fantasy, Farm<br><br><strong>Requirements:</strong> At least one 1-2 paragraph post a day.&nbsp; Someone who is inquisitive, adventurous, and creative would be best for this RP.<br><br><strong>Other info:</strong> None.</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Character Assignments and Current Writing Order</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>JennyFive</strong>:&nbsp; Michelle, Haley, Bailey<br><strong>John Arcanum</strong>:&nbsp; Dominic, Connor, Michael<br><strong>Lord Luck</strong>:&nbsp; Roman, Nicholas</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Character Portraits</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div align="center">(http://i1254.photobucket.com/albums/hh605/JennyFive69/Michelle_zpsdc8fea09.jpg)(http://i1254.photobucket.com/albums/hh605/JennyFive69/Haley_zps6332d928.jpg)(http://i1254.photobucket.com/albums/hh605/JennyFive69/Michael_zps27ecb800.jpg)<br>(http://i1254.photobucket.com/albums/hh605/JennyFive69/Dominic_zpsf9f22e6c.jpg)(http://i1254.photobucket.com/albums/hh605/JennyFive69/Roman_zps7ddc5300.jpg)(http://i1254.photobucket.com/albums/hh605/JennyFive69/Connor_zps7a1e4b46.jpg)(http://i1254.photobucket.com/albums/hh605/JennyFive69/Nicholas_zps4294728d.jpg)(http://i1254.photobucket.com/albums/hh605/JennyFive69/Bailey_zpsf4324419.jpg)</div></div></div><br>Post Template:&nbsp; (<em>delete extra info if you are writing for fewer than 3 characters</em>)<br><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[floatleft][img padding=5 height=125]IMAGE URL HERE[/img][/floatleft][size=18pt][font=trebuchet ms]CHARACTER NAME HERE[/font][/size]<br>[b]Location:[/b] <br>[b]With:[/b] <br><br>[hr]<br>[floatleft][img padding=5 height=125]IMAGE URL HERE[/img][/floatleft][size=18pt][font=trebuchet ms]CHARACTER NAME HERE[/font][/size]<br>[b]Location:[/b] <br>[b]With:[/b] <br><br>[hr]<br>[floatleft][img padding=5 height=125]IMAGE URL HERE[/img][/floatleft][size=18pt][font=trebuchet ms]CHARACTER NAME HERE[/font][/size]<br>[b]Location:[/b] <br>[b]With:[/b] <br></code></pre>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taming the Stallions  ((Josh Arcanum + JennyFive))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scylla</strong> on <strong>06-06-2014, 13:34:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1254.photobucket.com/albums/hh605/JennyFive69/Michelle_zpsdc8fea09.jpg)</div>&nbsp; Michelle wiped the sweat from her brow.&nbsp; Even indoors, it was hot and humid during the long summer days.&nbsp; She stepped away from the sink and peeled yellow gloves from her aching hands, setting them on the drying rack with half the dishes she'd washed.&nbsp; The woman pulled her hair tie free, letting her long, thick brown hair fly in the breeze of the open window just above the sink.&nbsp; She put her hands on the counter and stretched her back painfully, but pleasantly.&nbsp; Looking out over the farm she spied the barn and the acres of field she and her family tended.&nbsp; It was a quiet, respectable life, but fraught with hard, back-breaking work and hot days like this.<br><br>The woman was only 36.&nbsp; She'd had a child within a year after her marriage vows, giving little time to prepare.&nbsp; Still, she and Michael, her husband, raised their blonde-haired daughter with everything she could need.&nbsp; Haley may not have had a computer or cell phone growing up like the other kids at school, but she knew the meaning of hard work and appreciated everything she did have.&nbsp; Michelle smiled, seeing the girl carry buckets of water out for the workhands.&nbsp; The young woman was really beginning to blossom, despite her social awkwardness.&nbsp; The family lived miles from any neighbors, which took a toll on Haley in the form of extreme shyness towards anyone not apart of her family.&nbsp; She even coward near the hired help.<br><br>Michelle's eyes danced along the field, taking in the sight of each exquisitely muscular form in turn.&nbsp; Michael and Michelle had five horses that assisted in working the field and building structures for the farm.&nbsp; There was Dominic, a Dark Bay, Roman, a pretty Skewbald with light brown fur and splotches of white, Connor, a Blue Roan with a grey coat, young Nicholas, a Chestnut colt with blonde hair, and finally the feisty Bailey, a beautiful Blood Bay with a long, golden mane.&nbsp; The stallions and mare were more than workhorses, they were considered family.&nbsp; Each had their own stable in the barn and were given plenty of food and drink.&nbsp; It's all they ever needed or wanted.&nbsp; Still, Haley was horribly shy around the studs.&nbsp; <br><br>Michelle couldn't say the same.&nbsp; She hid a deep, primal lust for her broncos.&nbsp; Seeing them shirtless and working their sinew day in and out really took a toll on her sexually frustrated mind.&nbsp; The woman loved her husband with all her heart, but they'd had intimacy issues from the start.&nbsp; The few times they actually made love a month were at best tame and unrewarding for Michelle.&nbsp; She wanted something with power and a thickness that would really drive her wild.&nbsp; But it would only ever be a fantasy.&nbsp; Michelle could never cheat on Michael, especially with the help.. right?<br><br><br><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i1254.photobucket.com/albums/hh605/JennyFive69/Haley_zps6332d928.jpg)</div>&nbsp; A pair of blonde pigtails bobbed about the studs like a rubber duck among bath toys.&nbsp; Haley hung her head in reticence, trying not to look any of the men in the eye.&nbsp; She'd had a problem being around people that weren't her direct family since birth.&nbsp; Even aunts and uncles that held her as a baby found that she couldn't be calmed.&nbsp; The farm being so far from any other family made that issue worse.&nbsp; Regardless, Haley loved her life.&nbsp; She had this big house and fields to run around in and woods to explore on her time off.&nbsp; But life was catching up to her.<br><br>For weeks now, Haley had begun to have.. special feelings.&nbsp; Now 18 years old and a beautiful, flowering woman, the girl was ripe for the picking.&nbsp; She'd taken to touching herself at night while her thoughts flit to the men that worked for her parents.&nbsp; The big, brawny stallions filled her fantasies with their powerful bodies and bulges at their crotches that screamed for her attention.&nbsp; But Haley could only look and dream.&nbsp; Surely a girl could only every lust after such a thing.<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i1254.photobucket.com/albums/hh605/JennyFive69/Bailey_zpsf4324419.jpg)</div>&nbsp; Now was her chance.&nbsp; With a grin, Bailey slid her hoe between Connor's legs and twisted.&nbsp; She caught him as he took a step forward, toppling the stud easily.&nbsp; With a loud chuckle, the mare leaned down over her buddy.&nbsp; <strong>"Aww, honey. I knew you'd fall head over heels for me someday."</strong>&nbsp; Her rich, southern accent was so thick it could be cut with a fork.&nbsp; It was the kind of dialect men died for in this part of the country.&nbsp; She offered her hand with a grin and wink as the other stallions laughed.&nbsp; <br><br>Bailey was the troublemaker of the group.&nbsp; As the only female workhand, she felt it was her duty to show up the men every chance she got.&nbsp; She figured being tame and girly was for breeding mares, not a working girl like herself.&nbsp; The last thing she wanted was to hang around the stables all day carrying a bellyful of child or nursing a colt.&nbsp; Still, getting that way could be quite fun.<br><br>Her sexual nature wasn't hidden.&nbsp; Bailey teased and tempted the boys relentlessly.&nbsp; An ass-slap here and a cheek-kiss there was enough to keep them all riled up and stamping whenever she passed by.&nbsp; Even thought she could virtually swim through all the testosterone in the group, none of them had made a move on her.&nbsp; Maybe they were all too gentlemanly or were just nice enough not to objectify her.&nbsp; Either way, Bailey knew the day was coming that some lucky male would finally ride her.&nbsp; And that day was coming soon.<br><br>She looked over at Michael, her boss and gave him a coy smile.&nbsp; She'd noticed him looking at her a lot lately.&nbsp; The mare had assumed it was just that she was a fine sight compared to the male muscle around the farm.&nbsp; But perhaps there was something more.&nbsp; Bailey would admit that Mike was a fine man.&nbsp; Though not as big and muscular as the studs, he still held a charm and wit that was all his own.&nbsp; Maybe it would be he that would saddle her.&nbsp; She'd just have to wait and see.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taming the Stallions  ((Josh Arcanum + JennyFive))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>InnocentSynn</strong> on <strong>09-06-2014, 07:44:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1254.photobucket.com/albums/hh605/JennyFive69/Michael_zps27ecb800.jpg)</div>Michael sighed as he wiped the sweat off his brow.&nbsp; While he had several strong workhands in the fields, he had always been someone that believed in being very hands on when running his farm.&nbsp; So any time that he didn't have to spend running the numbers and making sure that he was making enough money to put food in the mouths of his family and his employees, he was out in the fields with said employees.&nbsp; Looking around, he took stock of what he was seeing.&nbsp; The only female of the group, Bailey, had just tripped up Conner, one of the younger stallions, making the rest of the group laugh.&nbsp; He paused a bit as he looked at Bailey.&nbsp; It was hard to deny that he found the only female workhand attractive and had thought more than once about making a pass at her.&nbsp; But he was married, had been since he was a young man, and he loved his wife Michelle with all his heart.&nbsp; However, there had always been a bit of an issue between them in the bedroom.&nbsp; It wasn't that he couldn't get it up, it was just that she wasn't nearly aggressive enough for him, choosing to just lay there and let him do whatever he wanted, which was no fun at all he felt.<br><br>Shaking his head as he tried to avoid thinking about sex in the middle of a field, he looked over at the older stallions, Dominic and Roman, both of whom had gotten over the jokes and were returning to work.&nbsp; Both of them had worked well for him for nearly ten years and they were almost like brothers to him in a sense.&nbsp; It wasn't uncommon for him to head out to the barn and enjoy a couple of drinks with them at the end of the work day.&nbsp; As for Conner and young Nicholas, they had only been hired on last summer and were still starting to blend into the group bit by bit.&nbsp; Neither of them seemed overly comfortable around him just yet though, so he tried to stay out of their way most of the time so they were grow more comfortable before he got too friendly with them.&nbsp; Sooner or later, they'd get there, he knew, and then maybe he'd have enough to play some poker with.<br><br>He smiled as he saw his daughter appear among the workers with water for them.&nbsp; She had just turned 18 and was absolutely gorgeous like her mother.&nbsp; The only problem was how shy she was.&nbsp; She didn't seem to like anyone, even other family members, and she went out of her way to avoid other people.&nbsp; It worried him how little she dealt with other people, but he just assumed she'd get over it soon and when she did, she'd find herself a good husband and hopefully have a better marriage than he and her mother had.&nbsp; Shaking his head, he pulled his hat back on and started the tractor back up so that he could get the fields plowed.<br><br><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i1254.photobucket.com/albums/hh605/JennyFive69/Dominic_zpsf9f22e6c.jpg)</div>Dominic was still chuckling as he got back to work.&nbsp; Poor Conner was once again the victim of Bailey's little pranks, a thing that seemed to be more and more common lately.&nbsp; It was his fault that he didn't seem to be too good at sticking up for himself and Bailey was someone that pretty much knew what she could and couldn't do.&nbsp; For instance, she knew she couldn't pull those kinds of pranks on him.&nbsp; He was stronger than Conner, more authoritative and while Bailey would throw the odd joke at him here and there, she knew that there was a line and she didn't cross it.&nbsp; Just like he knew that there was a line with her.&nbsp; She would take any manner of joke, hell she sometimes even let one of them touch her a bit, but it never ever crossed a line.<br><br>Picking up a heavy bail of hay, he had to shift slightly as Haley went through with water for everyone.&nbsp; The girl had really blossomed over the last ten years into a beautiful young woman.&nbsp; She was painfully shy, always had been, but he didn't worry about that since he had no interest in her outside of the fact that she was Michael's daughter and he looked out for her when she was around.&nbsp; Someday, he was sure that she would make some guy very happy, but first she had to get over her shyness, something that he was trying to figure out a way to do.&nbsp; Maybe he'd start talking to her one of these days and just see if she would make conversation with him if given no other option.&nbsp; It might be a bit harsh, but it was a start and sometimes that was all you needed.<br><br>Suddenly, some movement from the house caught his eye.&nbsp; Looking, he saw Michael's wife Michelle in the window, watching them.&nbsp; Now there was an interesting thing.&nbsp; He had always held a slight attraction to the woman, but out of respect for Michael, he had always stayed away from her.&nbsp; But lately, he'd noticed her staring out at them more and more.&nbsp; He didn't know what to make of it at first, but the more he noticed it, the more he wondered what was going on.&nbsp; Michael had always complained that their sex life was rough.....maybe that had something to with it.&nbsp; Shaking the thoughts out of his head, he turned his attention back to the work at hand.&nbsp; There were still three more fields to clear and they only had about a month to do it before the winter frosts started to kick in.<br><br><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i1254.photobucket.com/albums/hh605/JennyFive69/Connor_zps7a1e4b46.jpg)</div>Conner sighed as he pulled himself out of the dirt.&nbsp; This was the fourth time in the last month that Haley had tripped him up when he wasn't looking.&nbsp; If he didn't know better, he'd have thought that the mare was hitting on him, but he'd spent enough time around the others to know that she did this sort of thing to all of them, minus Dominic who she did her best to mess with without really messing with him.&nbsp; That in mind, he wondered why she was targeting him over Nicholas, who was the youngest of the group and probably a much easier target.&nbsp; Shaking his head, he put his attention back on work, which today was just hailing hay into the barn.&nbsp; It was exhausting work, but it paid well and the fact that Dominic and Roman had been here for nearly a decade seemed to indicate that he could count on having this job for a long time.&nbsp; Something he was grateful for since he doubted he'd find much else work around here.&nbsp; Most farms these days mostly used machines, leaving less and less work for guys like him.<br><br>If he hadn't found this job, he would've been forced to either leave the state or take work as a race horse and those horses had it really bad.&nbsp; Poor feeding, shittier work, he would've ended up quitting within a week.&nbsp; But on a lark from his friend, he had come down this way with Nicholas and was surprised that both of them had gotten a job.&nbsp; And even more surprised when they had kept it through the winter, which was typically when workhorses were let go and told to come back when the spring hit.&nbsp; Of course, most of the time they never got hired back, so they moved on to another farm.&nbsp; But they had been kept on through the winter, him, Nicholas, Conner, Dominic, and Haley, helping out here and there where they could to ease the stress on Michael and Michelle.&nbsp; And when the Spring hit, it was back to work full time, not that he was complaining as it was a job.&nbsp; And that's all he really cared about......having a job......
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taming the Stallions:  IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LordLuck</strong> on <strong>10-06-2014, 02:17:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1254.photobucket.com/albums/hh605/JennyFive69/Roman_zps7ddc5300.jpg)</div> Roman gave a knowing smirk towards the mare, Bailey, before shaking his head as if dissaprovingly of the behaviour, but all knew that the older stallion found it all very amusing. Unlike his peer Dominic, Roman enjoyed the playful nature that intimacy and familiarity bred between them all - the stable hands were, after all, work-horses that would have otherwise little in common but the work that tanner their hides and covered their muscles in sweat. He would welcome Bailey's playfulness and the young horse's pranks, as well joining in in occasion whenever he could recall some good, harmless joke the long years of working on various farms had taught him.<br><br>Roman was not as young as Connor nor Nicholas, and thanked the Heavens for finding himself a fine home in Michael's farmstead. The property was large enough to demand the work of many hands, but not really as wide as the greatest, wealthiest farmers around. No, the wealth it made nourished both the farmer's immediate family and his extended family, the horse-hands, as well. And life was growing all the more confortable to them all. He had just finished tying up one of the hay bails and lifted it up in a bundle when he too noticed the approaching Hailey. He wasn't shy enough to avoid putting her into the trouble of talking to the guys like him, so he approached her with a smile after piling the hay bundle up with the others, knowing that Nicholas would ready them up neatly on the back of the tractor's carriage for storage in the barn. The carriage was half filled already after a long morning of hard work under the baking sun, and the stallion had a wide smile on his lips as he appreciated their joined work for a moment.<br><br><strong>"How's it doing, little Hailey?"</strong> The big, beefy stallion asked her came to her, for a glass of water, one eye looking upside down the young woman, while the other kept a respectful glance towards Michael. There was always this unspoken line that should remain uncrossed regarding this fine girl that was growing into a gorgeous woman that, so far, had kept herself away from other farmer-boys from the neighbouring properties. She was indeed an oportunity, but the older stallion knew that he should watch, but not touch. His gaze caught Dominic's, however, and too he directed his eyes to the farmhouse. Michelle. Could Dominic be sharing his own attraction to the brunette, the only woman more forbidden around than Haley herself?<br><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i1254.photobucket.com/albums/hh605/JennyFive69/Nicholas_zps4294728d.jpg)</div> Nicholas was about to yell at Roman for not throwing him the bundle already when he looked at the coming girl and grew silent and resentful. He cursed shortly under his breath, knowing he should avoid picking fights, especially with Roman. The stallion was perhaps less imposing than Dominic, but the fact that he was less taciturn and warm towards all the others made the young stud way more shy about voicing such a concern. And anyhow, he too would neglect his tasks for Haley. The young girl was gorgeous, way out of his own league. The youth had been in a journey of self-discovery when he had met Connor while applying for a job at Michael's - for one had to many money, and stables didn't get any finer than the farmer's generous offer in many counties over. <br><br>He had felt himself bonding more closely to Connor. Both were of similar built of body, age, and while of different mindsets, both had enjoyed taking longer looks with that unassuming wantom young men felt for women. He hoped that perhaps one day one of them would approach her, in a chilly night, perhaps. But none dared to make a motion - perhaps worried about the older stallions who had an unspoken 'dib' on the mare due to seniority, for knowing her longer, and also fearing that any repudiation could have them cast out of the farm for improper behaviour. <br><br>The male adjusted the bundle himself, silently, on the carriage, his eyes on Michael, hoping that the farmer would not berate him on some unseen, unnoticed cause. A job was all he could count upon right now, but some nightly confort could drive his stay longer, and perhaps... make this place a true home.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taming the Stallions:  IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scylla</strong> on <strong>13-06-2014, 06:07:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1254.photobucket.com/albums/hh605/JennyFive69/Haley_zps6332d928.jpg)</div>&nbsp; &nbsp; It was like a booming thunderhead crashing down in front of her.&nbsp; Haley stared up into the sparkling orbs of the mounting storm and quickly cast her gaze down.&nbsp; Her legs quivered slightly and she felt her palms moisten.&nbsp; Normall she'd immediately turn and walk away from the workhands when they spoke, but the girl was of an age that she needn't be frightened of them.&nbsp; Especially not them.&nbsp; They were like family, at least that's what her father told her.&nbsp; She plucked up her courage and meagerly replied, <strong>"I-I'm fine.. Roman.. Thank you."</strong>&nbsp; A hint of courage brushed itself off somewhere deep within the girl.&nbsp; She felt emboldened for the first time in years.&nbsp; Satisfied with her conduct, the blonde went to the last horse on the field, young Nicholas.<br><br>Nic wasn't like the other men.&nbsp; He was only a little older than she and had a shyness about him that only came with his age around the older steeds.&nbsp; He seemed to get along with Connor well, which made her happy.&nbsp; Haley felt a silent bond with Nic and wanted to see him happy.&nbsp; Being the two youngest members of the farm, she felt that they were some form of kindred spirits.&nbsp; As she approached, the girl pulled that little ounce of courage that had so recently shown itself and licked her dry lips to speak.&nbsp; She turned briefly to see where here dad was.&nbsp; Michael may not appreciate his little girl cavorting with hiw workers, even if it was simple chatting.&nbsp; Seeing him on the tractor and facing the opposite direction, Haley smiled and turned back.<br><br>Unfortunately she had walked a bit too far as she was looking back and bumped him with her water pail.&nbsp; Nic's side was doused with liquid.&nbsp; The clear fluid splashed and ran down his denim-covered leg.&nbsp; Haley stood and gaped in abject horror.&nbsp; This was not what she wanted at all!&nbsp; Everything was ruined!&nbsp; Here she was finally getting the bravery to open her mouth and she messed it up!&nbsp; Haley stuttered in her apology.&nbsp; <strong>"Nic! I-I'm s-sorry! I-.. uh.."</strong>&nbsp; The girl's mind went blank she had no idea what to say past 'I'm sorry.'&nbsp; She simply stood and stared at him for a long moment, fearing his disapproval.<br><br><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i1254.photobucket.com/albums/hh605/JennyFive69/Bailey_zpsf4324419.jpg)</div>&nbsp; <strong>"WHOA!"</strong>&nbsp; Just as Hailey was dealing with her little accident, Bailey nearly made one of her own.&nbsp; Concentrating on her jest with Connor, she hadn't realized how far off the rows she'd wandered.&nbsp; Michael had always warned his workers about paying attention to the farm equipment.&nbsp; With his mind on keeping the tractor straight, he couldn't make sure everyone was out of the way as well.&nbsp; The large, green piece of machinery was loud and slow as well.&nbsp; There was no reason not to be able to avoid it.&nbsp; Luckily Bailey had realized how close she was in time and jumped clear.&nbsp; She stood rigid and startled for a moment as the other horses watched.&nbsp; The girl simply grinned at them and propped her hoe against Connor's back.&nbsp; <strong>"Hold that for me, will yah? I'mma have a word with the bossman."</strong><br><br>She turned and dug into the moist earth with her hooves.&nbsp; Her large frame was propelled towards the back of the tractor as it rambled by.&nbsp; Bailey lunged and griped the back of Michael's seat.&nbsp; Her hooves perched on the hitch connecting the vehicle and its plow which trailed behind.&nbsp; The girl took a moment to steady herself and leaned forward.&nbsp; She put her head on his shoulder and pressed her bust up against his back.&nbsp; It wasn't as much a sign of lustful foreplay as it was just a playful tease.&nbsp; Bailey had a habit of using her feminine wiles to toy with the workers.&nbsp; There was no reason to leave the boss out of the fun.<br><br><strong>"Hey, boss! Almost cut me down to size there! Everything a'right? Normally you'd have blessed me out from here to Montana!"</strong>&nbsp; The woman was every bit a tomboy around the men. She had an exterior just as hard and rough as any of them.&nbsp; But deep down, Bailey had a soft spot for nurturing just as any woman.&nbsp; She'd noticed Michael's change in attitude over the last few weeks; how he didn't seem to have that jump in his step like he'd always had.&nbsp; Bailey took the near-collision as an excuse to bring it up to him.&nbsp; And on the tractor, there would be at least a small sense of privacy.&nbsp; None of the other workers would be able to hear them speak.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taming the Stallions:  IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>InnocentSynn</strong> on <strong>15-06-2014, 03:50:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1254.photobucket.com/albums/hh605/JennyFive69/Michael_zps27ecb800.jpg)</div>Michael was completely focused on the tractor.&nbsp; Or at least that what he was trying to tell himself.&nbsp; In reality, he was very focused on how unhappy he'd been lately.&nbsp; With his and Michelle's bedroom activities nearly non existent and the stress of trying to run a farm, never an easy thing even when it was doing well thanks to how easily prices could fluctuate, the stress was starting to get to him.&nbsp; He'd tried drinking it away, but that hadn't done much good since as soon as he sobered up, the problems were still there.&nbsp; He'd tried working out, but all that had done was leave him sore when he woke up, not a good thing when you thought about how he needed to be on his game in order to work the farm twelve to fourteen hours a day.&nbsp; With no real outlet, he had been building up and leaving him unhappy and sometimes just downright miserable.&nbsp; He was so focused on that that he didn't even know that he'd almost hit Bailey.&nbsp; And he didn't know she was anywhere near him until she was suddenly behind his seat, talking to him.<br><br>It took him a minute to respond, mostly just because he was trying to figure out what she was talking about.&nbsp; But when he did, he shook his head a bit and when he spoke, he tried to sound normal, even a little upbeat.&nbsp; <strong>"Well, Bailey, as I've told you a million times, I can't always see what's going on the ground.&nbsp; And it appears that I've proven that once again."</strong> he said to her as he looked over his shoulder at her and he actually gave her a small smile, <strong>"And yes, everything's fine unless you count you damned farmhands spending most of your time playing jokes on each other and not getting any work done."</strong>&nbsp; He said that, but his voice was light and almost relaxed.&nbsp; He cared about his farmhands and as long as the work was done, and it always was, he didn't mind if they screwed around a bit in order to keep the mood light and relaxed.<br><br>He rolled along a bit more with her behind him, trying to act like he was fine.&nbsp; But that didn't last for long and he let out a loud sigh as he looked over at the only female farmhand he had.&nbsp; <strong>"Truthfully Bailey, I've just been a bit.....unhappy I guess.&nbsp; Things between me and the Misses hasn't been as great as they could be and running this place takes more hours in the day than exist."</strong> he answered honestly, <strong>"Don't tell the others about this, either.&nbsp; I just don't know how to cope with it anymore."</strong>&nbsp; He sighed as he looked at her and once again remembered how attractive she was...which was starting to lead him down some roads he probably shouldn't go.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taming the Stallions:  IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LordLuck</strong> on <strong>15-06-2014, 04:54:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1254.photobucket.com/albums/hh605/JennyFive69/Nicholas_zps4294728d.jpg)</div> Roman had been smiling still, his eyes going upside down on the young woman as she walked off with a pleased look on her eyes, despite the soft stutter. The stallion didn't bother her as he walked off back towards the field after draining his water in long gulping sips. While she walked approaching Nicholas however, the young stud had been lowered down over the bushels, adjusting the loads before throwing them up into the tractor's carriage. He'd have to climb upon it again soon if he was to work on adjusting them neatly before it could be driven towards the barn for stocking later. <br><br>And then, she hit him. He hadn't noticed what had happened at first, and the the water was all over his side. It gave him a long goosebump as he looked deep into the blushing girl's eyes. She was growing red, and her distress didn't seem ever near dissapearing - she started to mumble until losing her words. Nicholas stood up properly, hands reaching under the pail close to the girl's owns. He hushed, speaking a very low, almost fearful tone.<strong> "It... It's nothing."</strong> He mumbled. When she did not awnser him, he repeated a little louder. <strong>"It's nothing, Haley, miss."</strong><br><br>The horse offered her a shy, soft smile. One that spoke of sincere attraction, and of trueborn goodwill. She was a fine looking woman, young, sweet, a cutie. He blushed to be even staring deep into her eyes. He took the pail from her hands gently with a slow turning motion, laying it over the stacked hay, so that he could drink and rinse his chest and back of the sweat that gathered on his coat. He did it shyly, hoping she would not mind him, ignoring that the water ran along his shoulders and back, glistening a sheen over his slender, athletic, muscled chest. Nicholas showed himself to Haley without really desiring for it. He liked her enough not to be really shy to do it with her about. There was a sense of ease to share words and do things with her, for little Haley was just as new to all this stuff as he was. <br><br>It was about time for them to be easy around each other.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taming the Stallions:  IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scylla</strong> on <strong>15-06-2014, 12:39:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1254.photobucket.com/albums/hh605/JennyFive69/Haley_zps6332d928.jpg)</div>&nbsp; &nbsp; The pigtails bounced lightly as Haley nodded.&nbsp; She was at a loss for words as Nicholas forgave her and acted as if nothing even happened.&nbsp; She smiled back at him, her cheeks turning a magnificent shade of red.&nbsp; She enjoyed conversing with the horse.&nbsp; Nic was nice and very cute.&nbsp; She wanted to do something with him, to see him outside of work and the stables.&nbsp; A though occurred to her, but it was blocked by the sight of rippling young muscles being rubbed with water.<br><br>Haley simply stared at Nic.&nbsp; She'd never seen something so very beautiful.&nbsp; He was gorgeous.&nbsp; The water drizzled down the channels his sinew made over his chest and shoulders.&nbsp; The girl licked her lips in want.&nbsp; Her mouth suddenly became very dry and parched.&nbsp; Without thinking, Haley reached up with a trembling hand.&nbsp; Her little fingers almost touched the worker's bicep, but he turned to look at her as she was less than an inch away from her goal.&nbsp; Haley recoiled and gave a smile.&nbsp; A beautiful thought occurred to her.<br><br><strong>"Nic, a-after work, I mean when we're done. You know. D-do you maybe want to.. uhm.. g-go swimming? With me? I know a p-place out past the f-field.. it's cool and nice there."</strong>&nbsp; She arched her eyebrows and grinned in hope.&nbsp; Deep down, she knew they only way they'd be swimming was naked.&nbsp; After that magnificent torso of his, Haley wanted to see what the rest of the young stud looked like.<br><br><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i1254.photobucket.com/albums/hh605/JennyFive69/Bailey_zpsf4324419.jpg)</div>&nbsp; As the man turned his head to smile, Bailey leaned off to the left and smiled back.&nbsp; Hearing his curse of the workhands, the girl reached around and gave him a big squeeze.&nbsp; She nuzzled his chest and made sure he knew his employees cared about him, despite their horseplay.&nbsp; The girl knew she occasionally got on everyone's nerves with her pranks, but it was always in good fun.&nbsp; She didn't want Michael or any of the other guys angry at her.&nbsp; <strong>"I'm sorry, boss. I don't mean to rattle yer chain. I'll cool it, okay?"</strong>&nbsp; She pulled back and smiled again.&nbsp; Honestly, that was about all Bailey could do when she looked at her employer.&nbsp; He was really quite handsome for a human.<br><br>She propped up against the wheel guard and listened intently as he spilled his guts to her.&nbsp; Bailey never knew things had gotten so bad.&nbsp; She sympathized, being from a broken home herself.&nbsp; The woman looked around the field and let her mind wander.&nbsp; There had to be something she could do to help her boss.&nbsp; The spark that lit a fire within her wasn't a morale one.&nbsp; It was quite tempting and somewhat decadent.&nbsp; She squinted her eyes and gave one more smile.&nbsp; This time it was far more wicked than the others.<br><br><strong>"Boss, you know you can come to me if I can help you with anything."</strong>&nbsp; She leaned back to him, pressing her bust against his arm.&nbsp; She breathed her words into his ear.&nbsp; <strong>"And I mean anything. Just say the word."</strong>&nbsp; To punctuate her meaning, Bailey reached around and rubbed his chest.&nbsp; She moved her hand down until it brushed the top of his waist and left it there a moment.&nbsp; <strong>"Why don't you come by the stable tonight and we can.. talk s'more. Okay?"</strong> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taming the Stallions:  IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>InnocentSynn</strong> on <strong>16-06-2014, 03:49:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1254.photobucket.com/albums/hh605/JennyFive69/Michael_zps27ecb800.jpg)</div>Michael was stunned as he felt Bailey's firm breasts pressed against his arm.&nbsp; He wouldn't admit it to anyone, but he had stared at her breasts when she was working in the field and her sweat had caused her shirt to cling to her body like a second skin.&nbsp; Given that she, like most females of her species, didn't wear a bra because it was uncomfortable for her to do so, it meant that he had a pretty good idea of what was being pressed against his arm and the thought excited him in ways that it probably shouldn't be.&nbsp; Then when she leaned in to whisper to him as her hand reached around to rub his chest and waistline, just above his groin.&nbsp; He offer was so wrong on so many levels.&nbsp; He was married, she was an employee, they were two completely separate species, she was probably a solid fifteen years younger than him.&nbsp; But all of this seemed to mean nothing as he felt her body against his and he heard her words whisper into his ear.&nbsp; He suddenly felt a great desire for the mare behind him.<br><br><strong>"I ahhhhhh......"</strong> he stuttered slightly as he attempted to clear his head enough to talk, <strong>"I don't know if I should do that....I mean, I'm pretty sure Michelle would notice if I wasn't in bed tonight."</strong>&nbsp; In the back of his brain, he realized two things.&nbsp; One, his excuse was lame as hell and two, he wasn't really saying no like he probably should.&nbsp; But the truth was Michelle often took sleeping pills to stay asleep at night, had ever since Haley was born, so once she was asleep, she would probably stay asleep for the entire night and even if she woke up to find him gone, all he would have to do was make up some excuse about how there was an issue on the farm that he needed to take care of.&nbsp; It wasn't even like the other farmhands would find out as since Bailey was the only female, she had a separate stable that was a bit of distance away from the other farmhands to give her at least a little privacy when she slept.<br><br>He fell silent for a bit as he drove the tractor towards the barn.&nbsp; The sun was starting to set for the day and he knew that Michelle would have dinner on the table shortly.&nbsp; <strong>"Listen Bailey, I......"</strong> he stopped again, unsure what to say for a moment.&nbsp; Then he took the safe route for now.&nbsp; <strong>"We'll see......no promises though."</strong>&nbsp; He pulled the tractor into the barn and looked over at her before he gently removed her arm from around his waist, again glad that it was hard to see what was going on atop the tractor from the fields, otherwise the other farmhands would know something was possibly up.&nbsp; Giving her a light smile, he hopped off the massive piece of equipment and headed for the house.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taming the Stallions:  IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LordLuck</strong> on <strong>16-06-2014, 17:17:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1254.photobucket.com/albums/hh605/JennyFive69/Nicholas_zps4294728d.jpg)</div> For a long moment Nicholas just watched her crimson cheeks, and imagined that his silent awkwardness near the other stallions had nothing on how shy and lost Haley would seem. He had seen Roman taking a last look at them before approaching Dominic so both would work togheter on the same area, before his attentions were completely on the farmer's daughter. And he turned, noticing how she had just been about to touch him. Nicholas would not mind at all. The horse was curious, after all.<br><br>Perhaps she would compare him to one of the other horses she knew - the stablehands, perhaps? He couldn't really know. <strong>"Oh?"</strong> He mumbled suddenly, noticing that she was speaking to him. And more. That she was asking him for some time alone with her. A time where they could bond. When anything could really happend. His blood started to pulsate faster, his heart pumping harder. <strong>"Yes!</strong>" He smiled sincerely. <strong>"Y-Yes please. I mean, sure, of course."</strong> She had never seen Nicholas so happy. <strong>"I sure love swimming. You mean... at the Hanson's Brook?"</strong> It had that name since it came this way from the Hanson's farm nearby. <br><br>His hand waved towards where he thought the river was. <strong>"...I.. sure. Do you wanna go there togheter? ...Or should I find you there?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taming the Stallions:  IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scylla</strong> on <strong>17-06-2014, 06:26:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1254.photobucket.com/albums/hh605/JennyFive69/Bailey_zpsf4324419.jpg)</div>&nbsp; The girl had to admit, it was a little disheartening to be brushed off.&nbsp; Even if it was a torrid love affair she was offering, no woman wanted to be turned down.&nbsp; But she simply smiled and gave it him the understanding he deserved.&nbsp; Michael was a good man.&nbsp; If he didn't want to run around on his wife, it was his right not to.&nbsp; And Bailey wasn't a home-wrecker.&nbsp; She only offered because she hated seeing her boss so down.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"Sure thing, boss. You know where to find me if you want to to talk. And I mean that. The offer still stands for.. you know. But seriously, if you just need someone to listen, I'm here."</strong>&nbsp; The mare grinned at the man and jumped from the back of the tractor as he stopped.&nbsp; She knew by the setting sun and how Michael parked his equipment that it was time to pack it in.&nbsp; She waved at the other stallions and shouted.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"Alright, you flea-bitten, sorry excuses for studs! Pack up and head out!"</strong>&nbsp; She took her hoe from Roman and put it away in the barn, then strolled in towards the house behind Michael.&nbsp; She knew it was going to be a very tense supper, but Bailey didn't plan on staying at the table long.<br><br><br><br><br><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i1254.photobucket.com/albums/hh605/JennyFive69/Haley_zps6332d928.jpg)</div>&nbsp; &nbsp; Haley couldn't help but to beam at him.&nbsp; She was so worried Nicholas would reject her offer that she'd just assumed the worst.&nbsp; To hear him so adamantly accept to go swimming with her was music to her ears.&nbsp; She picked up her water pail and walked backwards as she heard Bailey announce the end of the work day.<br><br><strong>"O-okay! Yes, Hanson's Brook. It's barely used since the boys grew up and left home. I'll- uh.. meet you there after d-dinner. Yeah.."</strong>&nbsp; She turned, making her pigtails fly to the sides of her head like a helicopter.&nbsp; Haley quickly dumped the remains of her water and stored the bucket in the barn.&nbsp; She was still smiling as she walked into the house for supper.<br><br>The girl set the long table as she'd done everyday.&nbsp; Her mother was still busy in the kitchen with home-made fried chicken, mashed potatoes, fresh biscuits, and steamed carrots.&nbsp; She brought all the food in one by one to the table just as the others came in to eat.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taming the Stallions:  IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>InnocentSynn</strong> on <strong>18-06-2014, 03:05:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1254.photobucket.com/albums/hh605/JennyFive69/Michael_zps27ecb800.jpg)</div>As Michael entered the house, he smiled to see his daughter just finishing setting the table as his wife was laying out the meal on the massive table.&nbsp; He was aware that most farms just had their farmhands eat in the stables, some even had the gull to force them eat out of feed bags.&nbsp; But to him, the farmhands were a part of his family and because of that, he had them eating at the table with him and his family.&nbsp; As he took his place at the head of the table, he watched as the farmhands slowly entered the room, all of them having the decency to clean up a bit before coming in for the meal.&nbsp; This made him smile a bit as it showed that they respected him and his family enough not to show up dirty and sweaty from the fields.&nbsp; After a few minutes, everyone had sat down and the prayer was spoken before they all started to eat, all of the farmhands making pleasant comments about the taste of the meal.<br><br>As they ate, Michael chanced a look over at Bailey who was eating a couple of seats down the table.&nbsp; He was still weighing her offer in his mind as he attempted to avoid any tension.&nbsp; She was beautiful, she was funny, really the only things that had stopped him from taking her up on her offer right away were sitting on either side of him.&nbsp; His wife and daughter.&nbsp; However, the more he thought about it, the more he was silently thinking that maybe he should go ahead and do it.&nbsp; His relationship with his wife was a strained as it could be and even their monthly sex wasn't living up to any sort of expectation anymore.&nbsp; The stress was really building up and he needed the relief, otherwise he was going to snap.&nbsp; He shook his head after a minute and stowed those thoughts away.&nbsp; He really didn't need to be thinking that sort of thing at the dinner table.&nbsp; Smiling slightly, he focused on his meal, occasionally speaking with someone at the table until the meal ended and everyone went about their business.<br><br>Later that night, Michael lay in his bed as he stared out the window towards the stables.&nbsp; His wife had taken her evening pill and was sound asleep next to him, having not even said goodnight to him before she did so.&nbsp; It was a glaring reminder of the fact that something was seriously wrong between them and he didn't know how to deal with it.&nbsp; Sighing, he continued to stare at the stables, thinking about the offer that Hailey had made.&nbsp; Making a snap decision, he stood up and tossed a shirt and pair of shorts on and headed out towards the stables.&nbsp; Once he arrived at Bailey's, which was a little off to the side from the others, he knocked quietly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taming the Stallions:  IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LordLuck</strong> on <strong>18-06-2014, 16:06:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1254.photobucket.com/albums/hh605/JennyFive69/Nicholas_zps4294728d.jpg)</div> Nicholas could barely withstand his anxiety as he took his place at the table, waiting for the proper protocol to go on. All stallions had dressed themselves up - in most farmlands, they would eat in a separate room, not at all close to the farmer's family, but in Michael's house, all were rather intimate, friendly to each other. It was unusual, but not as unusual. He had heard that at the Hanson's there was a Bull instead of Stallions working as farmhands. A single Bull. He did not know, and few could ever know what sort of dynamic existed between the Black Bull, Eric, and farmer Hanson's wife and daughters.<br><br>He did not think of them, though, but of dressing up his shirt, washing his hands and face, and then sitting down properly while Roman and the others joined them, chit-chatting about the work on the coming day, of the work they had just done. The meal was delicious - as any would be for someone starving after working all day long under the sun. But Michael's wife did have a fine hand at cooking. For a moment Nicholas laid his troubles aside - the meal was good, the company enjoyable, but his eyes kept wandering towards the blonde girl. He blushed whenever she looked back at her eyes met his.<br><br>Just as they excused themselves from the table, he returned to his room, closed the door, and escaped through the bay's window to make his way swiftly through the other side of the field, unseen, to reach the Hanson's Brook.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taming the Stallions:  IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scylla</strong> on <strong>25-06-2014, 08:33:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1254.photobucket.com/albums/hh605/JennyFive69/Bailey_zpsf4324419.jpg)</div>&nbsp; Dinner was as sedate as usual.&nbsp; The workers were always tired after a day of hard labor, so it was up to the farm's on-site clown to lighten the mood.&nbsp; Bailey took turns making each in attendence smile with jokes and little pranks that always made even Michelle smile, despite her scolding.&nbsp; As the evening drew to a close, the girl thanked the family most modestly and made her way home.&nbsp; Her personal stable was always so lonely at night.&nbsp; She was thankful for the area away from the prying eyes of the men, but wished she had a friend to chat with in the wee hours of the night.&nbsp; Bailey sighed and began to make bedtime preparations.<br><br>After a light shower and hair brushing, the girl was ready for a nice, long sleep.&nbsp; She lay on her bed&nbsp; completely nude and exposed.&nbsp; Bailey detested clothing and sheets while sleeping.&nbsp; It always felt so confining.&nbsp; She was just dosing off when there was a knock at the door.&nbsp; The girl opened an eye and waved a hand to nothing in particular.&nbsp; <strong>"Go to sleep, yah flower-eaters! I ain't got time fer talkin' this late!"</strong>&nbsp; She rolled over, then suddenly popped up with a grimace.&nbsp; <em>'The boss,'</em> she realized.&nbsp; Bailey had completely forgotten about her indecent proposal earlier. <br><br>Bailey started to answer naked, knowing what the outcome of the night may be.&nbsp; But what if he just wanted to talk.&nbsp; She did offer that.&nbsp; The girl quickly threw on a large t-shirt and opened her stable door with a smile.&nbsp; <strong>"H-hey! What brings you here, boss? Oh, come in! Please!"</strong>&nbsp; She stepped aside and hastily looked around to make sure none of the other men saw her letting Michael in.<br><br><br><br><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i1254.photobucket.com/albums/hh605/JennyFive69/Haley_zps6332d928.jpg)</div>&nbsp; &nbsp; Haley enjoyed dinner more than usual.&nbsp; Just with the little time she and Nic had spoken, the girl felt a lot better about being around the workers.&nbsp; They weren't strangers to her as much.&nbsp; Slowly she started to see them as friends and family.&nbsp; It would still take a while to get used to, but Haley was making great strides towards being more friendly.&nbsp; The blonde actually engaged in conversation when she could and laughed at Bailey's jokes.&nbsp; On one occasion, she actually realized everyone was looking at her as she spoke and turned bright red.<br><br>Afterwards, the girl did her duty of helping her mother clean and wash the dishes.&nbsp; Finally done for the day, Haley escaped out her bedroom window.&nbsp; She didn't have a curfew per se, but seeing her waltz out at night wasn't something her dad would have approved of.&nbsp; The girl thought she saw Nicholas leaving the barn in a similar manner.&nbsp; She followed him all the way to the pond and came up behind the horse.<br><br><strong>"Hey! I'm glad you came."</strong>&nbsp; She began to take off her clothes, completely oblivious to the sexual implications.&nbsp; Just as she got down to her undergarments, Haley realized what she was doing.&nbsp; <strong>"I-uh.. don't have a b-bathing suit. Is that alright?"</strong>&nbsp; She strolled up to the edge of the pond and dipped her small toes into the cool water.&nbsp; The moonlight over the mirrored surface of the water was beautifully nestled in the wooded opening.&nbsp; She wanted to jump right in, but didn't want to get her bra and panties wet.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taming the Stallions:  IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>InnocentSynn</strong> on <strong>26-06-2014, 04:12:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1254.photobucket.com/albums/hh605/JennyFive69/Michael_zps27ecb800.jpg)</div>Michael stood outside of Bailey's stable, waiting for her to come to the door.&nbsp; But when he heard her voice saying something about it being too late for talking, he felt his shoulders slump slightly as he attempted to figure out what had happened as she had invited him to join her.&nbsp; He was just turning around to leave when he heard the door to her stable open and he looked to see Bailey standing there in nothing more than a large tee-shirt before she invited him in.&nbsp; Entering quickly to avoid being noticed by any of the other farmhands, he took a brief look around and found it a small, but rather comfortable looking space with a small bed that had sheets on it, but were clearly not in use.&nbsp; He knew from having worked with her for years that she didn't much care for clothing and blankets when she slept unless it was too cold to sleep without them.<br><br>Satisfied with his little look around, he turned his attention back to Bailey and truly noticed her for the first time.&nbsp; With her body cleaned and her hair brushed out, she looked a lot differently than when she was sweaty and covered in dirt and he had to admit he liked the change.&nbsp; Add in the large tee-shirt that he knew instinctively was the only garment that she had on, and he felt a bit a heat rising up in his body that he forced down.&nbsp; He was just here to talk, that was it.....just talk.&nbsp; He couldn't do anything else as he was a married man and it would be wrong to take advantage of Bailey in any way, even if he suspected deep down that she would enjoy it if he were to give into his baser instincts.&nbsp; Shaking his head to clear it a little bit, he favored his only female employee with a smile.<br><br><em>"I just thought I'd come by and take advantage of your offer to talk."</em> he said gently.&nbsp; Looking around, he searched for a good place to sit and found that the only really good place was on her bed.&nbsp; He shied away from at first, but then he finally just let out a sigh and sat down on the edge of the bed.&nbsp; <em>"I just........I needed to talk to someone, you know?"</em> he said softly to avoid being overheard outside the room, <em>"Things are just getting too rough at home and if I don't relax a little bit....well......I think I'm going to snap."</em>&nbsp; He looked up at her as he had started to breath heavy as the words escaped him quickly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taming the Stallions:  IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LordLuck</strong> on <strong>27-06-2014, 04:28:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1254.photobucket.com/albums/hh605/JennyFive69/Nicholas_zps4294728d.jpg)</div> <br><br>Nicholas had stood tall, looking over the brooke under the moonlight. The heat of the day was still warm over the land, so that it made for a quite pleasant evening. Feeling relaxed despite his rather shadowy escape from the Stables - and risking little more than a chastisement from the other stallions and, perhaps, from Michael if the farmer ever heard of his foray. He could just argue that he had gone out for a walk, that the heat was making him unconfortable on his bay. Then, she was there. <br><br>He almost jumped at hearing her voice, but managed to seem just cool, waiting patiently for her to come, albeit he didn't really wait for more than five minutes on his own. Which was great - if she had been delayed, Nick would probably just walk back into the Stables defeated. He would start having second thoughts about it all, and that way laid ruin rather swiftly. Yet, she had come, and before he could speak, she started to undress. The male blushed, but nodded slowly after giving it some thought. He would not think on it.<br><br>That way he could enjoy the moment, foregoing any troubling thoughts.<strong>"I don't have one either."</strong> He smirked as he pulled his shirt away, and then kicked his workpants away too, standing on his boxers alone. There was a veritable bulge down his groin at that moment. <strong>"Uh, well... the water is fine!"</strong> He stated as he walked into the water swiftly to hide himself from her, and then he threw it off - throwing his wet undergarments over his clothpile, and smirking at her. And with a wave of hand, beckoned her towards him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taming the Stallions:  IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scylla</strong> on <strong>27-06-2014, 13:21:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1254.photobucket.com/albums/hh605/JennyFive69/Bailey_zpsf4324419.jpg)</div>&nbsp; Bailey stood and brushed a lock of golden hair from her face.&nbsp; She returned his smile with a much more timid, shy one.&nbsp; As Michael entered, the girl shook her head and rolled her eyes behind his back.&nbsp; Why was she acting this way?&nbsp; He was her boss, yeah, but he was just Michael.&nbsp; He was just a guy coming in to talk.&nbsp; Bailey LIVED around guys!&nbsp; There's no reason why this one was making her feel so flustered!&nbsp; She took a deep breath and closed the door.&nbsp; As Michael sat and started to talk, the girl crossed her arms and listened intently.&nbsp; She leaned back against the door with a concerned look on her face.<br><br>Bailey had no idea the boss' home life had gotten so rough.&nbsp; All the stallions thought everything was fine as always with the house.&nbsp; It was depressing to think of their employers as being unhappy or unsettled.&nbsp; The mare walked over and crawled onto her bed behind Michael.&nbsp; <strong>"I'm so sorry things are going bad, boss. You know you're welcome here anytime you want to talk. You guys are as much my family as those sacks of hourse meat out there. Just relax, okay? Let a load off."</strong>&nbsp; She ran her fingers over the man's tense back.&nbsp; She could feel his muscles in horrible knots around his shoulder blades.&nbsp; With skilled hands, Bailey began to massage him.&nbsp; She kneaded his tight back and immediately felt him start to give.&nbsp; Bailey could tell Michael just needed someone to relax with.&nbsp; She was overjoyed that it was her.<br><br><br><br><br><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i1254.photobucket.com/albums/hh605/JennyFive69/Haley_zps6332d928.jpg)</div>&nbsp; Haley couldn't keep from staring as Nicholas started to become naked.&nbsp; She almost whimpered when she realized he wasn't taking off his boxers.&nbsp; Deep down, the girl wanted to lay her eyes on what had eluded her young gaze for so long.&nbsp; She wanted to see just what the stud kept in his pants.&nbsp; At least he took them off when he got in the water.&nbsp; Haley contemplated doing the same thing, but she didn't want to get her undergarments wet like that.&nbsp; So it was a moment of growth for her.&nbsp; He'd eventually see her anyway.&nbsp; It might as well be now.<br><br>Her bra and panties slipped away slowly.&nbsp; Haley trembled at the edge of the brook, despite the humid heat of the night.&nbsp; She stood clothed only by the moonlight.&nbsp; Her young body was completely bare for Nic to see.&nbsp; She made her way into the water, more to hide herself than to join him.&nbsp; But after she was wading through, the girl became much more comfortable.&nbsp; <strong>"So.. how do you like working for my dad? Is he nice to you guys?"</strong>&nbsp; Haley knew the answer to her question full well.&nbsp; She spent just as much time around the workers as Michael did and saw how well he was with them.&nbsp; The girl just needed something to take her mind away from the fact that she was swimming naked at night with a young stallion.&nbsp; The girl quivered as she neared, feeling his strong hands as she reached out to grasp him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taming the Stallions:  IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>InnocentSynn</strong> on <strong>28-06-2014, 00:15:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1254.photobucket.com/albums/hh605/JennyFive69/Michael_zps27ecb800.jpg)</div>Silence reigned for a short time as Michael finally unloaded all of his pain and frustrations so that Bailey could hear them and he already felt a little better just to have said what he'd said.&nbsp; It didn't solve his problems, not by a long shot, but just the fact that someone knew about them was enough for the moment.&nbsp; When Bailey finally spoke, after crawling up behind him on the bed so that he couldn't see her, he felt much better just to know that she was willing to talk to him about it.&nbsp; Then she started to massage his tense shoulders and immediately he could feel it as months, maybe even years, of undealt with tension started to fade off of his body.&nbsp; Not only that, but it helped him to relax and soon he was leaning into her hands and letting out a soft moan now and again as her skilled hands and fingers helped him feel better than he'd felt in a very long time.<br><br>After a while, he turned to look over his shoulder at Bailey.&nbsp; He knew that the thoughts he was having about his only female farmhand were wrong.....that he was a married man and that he should just thank her for talking and the shoulder rub and go back to bed.&nbsp; However as he stared at her for a minute, he felt that last bit of resistance cave away at the sight of her in just a long tee-shirt and nothing else and he turned his body a bit so that he could pulled her towards him.&nbsp; As soon as she was close enough, he kissed her hard and with great need, pushing away thoughts of his wife and daughter and focusing on the aching need in his body and his soul to finally get the relief that he'd been denied for so very long.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taming the Stallions:  IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LordLuck</strong> on <strong>30-06-2014, 06:00:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1254.photobucket.com/albums/hh605/JennyFive69/Nicholas_zps4294728d.jpg)</div> <br><br>The natural shyness, the awkward feeling that Nicholas felt affected both of them soon dissipated into the air. Or at least, things started to get easier between the two of them. They had already been kindred souls at being awfully worried about being judged by their peers - in Hailey's case, her parents, and in Nicholas', the other steeds. It was good to have someone that knew the pressure put on their shoulders - to find some sense of belonging properly in this family, in this farmstead. <br><br>"He is very, very nice. Yes, quite." He started. "I once talked to Roman 'bout his other works in other farms. He told me some things about other Farmers that were quite... frightening." He shivered and shook his head. "I really like the Stables he has for us." He changed the subject before she could steer the conversation in that direction. Slowly he approached her too as she came his way, his hands sliding along hers and coming to rest around her tummy, at her tender waist. She felt so light, lighter still into the water. So soft was her skin, milky and smooth. Nick started to get excited, but that was alright. She was gorgeous, and into the water she could not see his rise and swell.<br><br>That was, until he brushed it against her thighs on accident.
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