Post by Tiggs on Nov 18, 2011 20:47:21 GMT
Coreen – who was used to the gruffness of her father and brothers – was astonished by the tenderness of this stallion’s touch. His pale muzzle was soft on hers, his teeth gently grazing her skin without as much as a pinch. It amazed her that such a big stallion could be so gentle. She quivered at his touch, seemingly unable to help herself as she leaned into him with her eyes closed.
It was strange to think she had not started the day with this in mind. She had not thought of truly joining a stallion, and she had never envisioned the stallion she joined would be like Yallaban. In fact, she wasn’t sure what she had been expecting. The fight, Yallaban’s affection; the effect was intoxicating to the young filly.
The idea of staying in one place though, her movements dictated by someone else... she wasn’t sure if she’d like that so much. Nickering, the filly decided that she’d give the whole idea a chance. Besides, it couldn’t help to try? And there was something oddly comforting about being close to a stallion.
She dropped her head to the grass, steely flank resting against his, smiling to herself as if it were some guilty pleasure. It excited her to have Yallaban clearly interested in her, and she didn’t even think that he might be just as thrilled to have her. She nipped cheekily at the grass he was cropping, content to graze by his side until the sun set.
