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During his freshman year Roen worked at the local stables. There was something calming and centering about dealing with animals-- the kinds of horses that had four legs and didn't judge him, pick on him, or make fun of him. It was a good thought, of course, and one Roen would have loved, if not for the fact that the prime breeding stallion there had been a Talking Shire.

It was normal for two legged horse to communicate but there were very few breeds of four legged ones that could talk and Roen had made the mistake of not knowing that the Talking Shire was one of those four legged breeds that were just as good at getting in his face as the two legged kind. The poor teen also made the mistake of starting off on the wrong hoof.

During his second week at the ranch Roen really had to go to the bathroom; he had an acre and a half to walk if he wanted to get to the toilets and he doubted he'd be able to make it. Fortunately, it was the quiet side of the property and he opted for a much better resolution and, after glancing around to make sure none of the staff were around, he unzipped. "What do ya think you're doin' there, little guy?"

The deep baritone made him jump and his stream was interrupted before rapidly restarting, causing the splash-back to dribble all over. Roen moved to cover himself despite continuing to pee, as he looked up to see who had spotted him. The only observer was a big black four legged draft horse. Roen was confused immediately. "Uh... was... that you?"

The enormous stallion snorted at him, ears flicking backwards in annoyance. "Yes."

Roen's muzzle quickly went slack as he stared. "You can talk?"

The Talking Shire was named Bart, and Bart was unhappy about being disrespected by another stallion peeing on any part of his enclosure. Despite Roen's repeated apologies, Bart seemed to make it his life's duty to go out of his way to terrorize the poor teen and even went so far as to make 'little guy' Roen's permanent nickname. At first the teen thought it was in reference to the difference in their body sizes since Roen was barely six foot tall, which didn't even come close to the four legged horse's withers. Roen later learned otherwise.

Bart, as the prime breeding stallion at the stables got all the mares he could want, and yet he still seemed to enjoy playing with himself when not dallying with the females. Lacking any hands, the Talking Shire would make the most of his erection by tighten his groin muscles, slapping his enormous flesh against the underside of his belly; that sound was what had caught Roen's attention.... and he just kept staring.

That lengthy, astounded stare did not go unnoticed by the Bart, who looked at Roen with his ears up and an obvious air of superiority splayed across his muzzle. He gave his member another firm 'thwack' against his belly before asking "Like what ya see, Little Guy? You jealous that yours is so tiny... or are you one a them queers and wishing that you could trade places with one of my mares?"

The teasing got worse after that; Bart failed to take an opportunity to use him as a butt of jokes. It got so bad that, by the time summer vacation came around Roen didn't want to work at the stables any longer. Although Dan, the Bull who owned the land had a right to ask why Roen was quitting it was obvious; everyone at the ranch knew about how nasty Bart could get and none had missed how the breeding stallion had taken a great dislike of the teen.

During summer vacation Roen found employment elsewhere, going to work for Mr and Mrs Lox, a Coyote couple from upstate who opened a small restaurant in town. He continued working for them through the beginning of senior year when, sadly, the restaurant closed when Mr Lox passed away and Mrs Lox moved to be closer to her grown kids. Roen took his senior year off of work to focus on his studies.

In the four years between Freshman and Graduation Roen had grown up a lot. He was no longer the shy foal full of self-doubt and, though he was still an introvert, he no longer shied away from others; he'd become comfortable in his own hooves and managed to look people in the eyes when he spoke with them. He was happy, content and confident enough to go looking for a summer job before starting college. As it turned out, one found him instead.

Roen met Dan, his old boss from the stables at the grocery store. After a brief bit of small talk Dan mentioned that he was shorthanded and needed a good stable-hand. Memories of Bart reentered Roen's mind and, for just a moment he was hesitant to speak any further but, as if realizing where his reluctance came from, the Bull noted that Bart was no longer the breeding stallion and wouldn't give the teen any trouble.

One week later Roen walked back onto the ranch and it brought a smile to his lips. The young Stallion truly did love the hard-but-meaningful work and he went back at it with a passion. The day went by in a flash and, as he was finishing up putting away some tack he wondered to himself why he'd ever left. That was when he heard the voice. "Come to gloat, eh?"

Roen about-faced and noticed Bart. The older stallion was barely past his prime, enough of a magnificent horse that it was hardly noticeable physically but there was something very different in how the Talking Shire presented himself; Bart looked... defeated. It could have been easy to take a free pot shot or two at the four legged horse but that just wasn't Roen's way. "Hi, Bart."

They talked for over an hour; Bart never apologized for how he'd been but Roen wasn't about to demand one. As their talk progressed Bart became a little more open, apparently having been all but ignored by everyone, mares and staff since he'd been 'retired'. The stallion spoke angrily about it, obviously frustrated that he'd not only been pushed out of the spotlight but that his 'personal needs' were no longer a topic of concern.

Their discussion finished with the older stallion adding "Fuck... at this point I'd even settle for letting you get me off... I'd rather have some queer's fingers help me drain my nuts than sit here being ignored."

Roen left Bart unfulfilled. It wasn't revenge, per se; Roen saw it as training.