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Fly on the Wall

The well-built chestnut equine anthro was hovering impatiently over the large pot on the cast iron stove top. His thick black tail swayed side to side showing his impatience. The random, but insistent quick snorts showed his eagerness to finish the chore of cooking, and get to the good stuff - eating. In due time, the water in the pot began to properly boil, and the shirtless bodybuilding stallion slowly dropped in his carefully measured quantity of oats into the boiling water. After several minutes, his meal was ready. With his wide back turned, he faced the counter, poured the oatmeal into a bowl, and added several other secret ingredients. Then he stuck his hooved fingertip into the heaping bowl and sampled the results. Nodding twice in approval, he spun around. His hooves skidded on the heavily worn wood floor of the kitchen, and he moved over to the table. With a large spoon in hand, he licked his lips and stared longingly at the steaming bowl of oatmeal. The lazy wisps of steam curled and meandered through the spring air above the large bowl. The stallion couldn't take the pressure anymore and he started eating. Even with the simple act of bending his arm and moving the spoon to his muzzle, the heavily muscled arm bulged impressively. Even relaxed, several thick veins stretched the incredibly tight skin. The muscles of his massive shoulder rippled visibly with deep chiseled lines of definition as his shoulder brought the spoon closer to his thick lips.

"That looks delicious."

The solitary stallion's ears perked at the unexpected sound buzzing from above. He looked up at the corner of the far wall and the ceiling and his eyes narrowed angrily. His ears pinned back. After a few moments of being distracted from his bowl, he got back to the task at hand - feeding those muscles on his body.

After countless heaping spoonfuls of oatmeal, the spoon was only left with the final acts of scraping the bottom of the bowl to get the last morsels of the tasty feast. The hungry equine then put his muzzle into the bowl and licked it clean. After that, he licked his lips once again and took the bowl to the sink to wash up with the pot and other bowls of ingredients that were used. Setting the dishes in the drying rack on the counter, he turned and looked up to the clock. With a quick shrug of indifference, thick muscles bulged on either side of his muscular neck. Lines of striations chiseled into the thick mounds that rose casually with that slight motion. He clopped deftly across the kitchen floor to the stairs leading up to the second floor. His long thick tail was the last part to be seen going up the stairs. Following him was the only thing to do. Amidst the noise from his hoof steps, the buzzing of wings was lost.

The massive horse looked over at the shelf in the corner of the well-appointed bathroom, and noticed that there were plenty of towels, just in case. A large container of Mane & Tail shampoo was set on the inside of the cobblestone shower stall. It was a very large stall. It could have held 5 normal-sized anthros in a pinch, but for now, it was just comfortable enough for this one thickly muscled equine.

He looked down over that mighty bulging chest with his long muzzle and tugged gently at the button on his torn jean shorts. Carefully unzipping the zipper, he tugged down on the tight shorts and pulled them down over the thick muscles of his legs. As the shorts lay on the floor, the horse lifted his hooves one at a time and stepped out of the leg holes. Now completely naked, he looked in the full length mirror and nickered softly to himself. He was scrutinizing every detail on his body.

There wasn't that much to critique. His hooves were perfectly trimmed and strong. He didn't even wear steel shoes to protect the hooves from wear and damage. The thin coat of horse hair was white on both socks up to just below his calf muscles. Standing still, supporting the weight of his body, his calf muscles rippled thickly. Lines of chiseled detail showed clear through the tight skin and thin coat. Veins rippled and stretched the skin. At the bottom of each calf muscle, there was a sizable cliff of craggy thick muscle showing just how heavily developed they were. Further up, the knee joint was framed by some of the most massive quads on any equine. The four muscle bellies were deeply defined and clearly visible. The mighty horse was looking at his legs at the same time. He put his hand on the right leg and slowly straightened it. The right quad muscle squeezed inward and then straightened. The width grew. The thickness doubled as the muscle shone through with incredible size. As the horse flexed harder, he gave a little snort of effort and straightened his leg fully. Hundreds of thin lines of definition cut across each of the muscles of his massive leg. Thick veins pulsed on the inner thigh as the muscle was fully formed now. The bodybuilding equine held the pose for a few moments, casually and nodded slowly to himself as if he were pleased.

With a slow swish from his tail, he turned and went to the shower stall. Turning on the water, he stepped under the pelting spray and lingered for a few minutes, enjoying the feeling of the pelting water on his muscles. Now adequately soaked, he turned and reached for the container of shampoo. He poured a liberal dose of creamy shampoo into his beefy hand and stepped back from the shower stream. Rubbing the shampoo into his long mane and slowly rubbing it over his thickly muscled neck, the shampoo clung to his body eagerly. Next, he took another liberal dose of shampoo and scrubbed over his chest. Each swipe from his arm made the muscles of his chest bulge up massively as they were coated with thick cream that stayed in place. With the rest of the shampoo, the muscled equine looked down and flexed his abs tightly. Cobblestone muscles that looked harder than the stones in his shower stall grew clearly defined on his midsection. Thin, chiseled fingers of muscle etched along the side of his body too. His nostrils flared open for some reason. He reached down slowly and rubbed the shampoo into his abs, tracing each shredded mound of muscle with his fingers. He let out a soft nicker and then something poked out of his ample sheath. It was a dark black mound at first, but then slowly grew into a thick length of shaft. The stallion now stepped back under the heavy stream of water and let the drops pelt and wash the shampoo slowly from his upper body. Rivers of suds and water cascaded down the muscle valleys of that body. His length continued to rise and emerge from that heavy sheath.

Taking another wad of shampoo in his hand, he reached down and stroked that growing length slowly. From the side, he visibly thrust those powerful hips into his tight grip, forcing his length to grow thicker and harder in his grasp. The muscles of his rump shredded and bulged with powerful muscle mass as his wet tail slapped loudly against the back of his legs. Within just moments, the length of that shaft had risen to the top of his massive chest. He licked his lips and then finished scrubbing that erection with the shampooed hands. The water from the shower head once again rinsed the shampoo away from that impressive length. The equine gave another soft nicker as he arched his muscular neck forward and easily wrapped his thick lips around the head of that shaft. His cheeks flexed as he clearly sucked on his own member. Taking his lips back, he licked them and folded his ears a bit to the side. Getting back to the task, he took another dollop of shampoo in his hand and reached down to scrub his massive legs clean. The muscles of his huge forearms rippled with the firm scrubbing on those thighs, but even with the strong grip, his quad muscles didn't even budge. They remained thick and hard. After scrubbing his legs completely, the mighty stallion stood back and let the stream of water rinse away the suds. The deeply etched lines of definition funneled the suds and water down to the drain in the floor.

Taking a handy bucket just inside the shower, the huge horse squeezed a good amount of shampoo into the bucket and filled it halfway with the shower water. Holding the bucket in one hand, the stallion reached around and lifted his soaking wet tail, dipping it into the bucket and scrubbing the long hairs of his tail in the soapy water. After that, he lifted the bucket up over the back of his head and poured it carefully so that it washed as much of his massive backside as possible. The dumped water trailed down the mountains and valleys of the massive stallion's back. He turned to rinse off his back and mane and tail in the heavy stream from the shower.

Turning the water off, the steady stream of water was quickly replaced by random water drops from the shower head, and from the stallion's own soaked body. He reached for a long sweat scraper placed on the wall of the shower stall. He carefully scraped away a lot of the excess water from his thin horse hair coat. The bronzed chestnut colour was much darker now that his coat was damp. Stepping back out of the shower stall, he looked at the fogged mirror and gave a little snort. Then he reached for a towel to start drying his long mane. He rubbed vigorously against the long mane hairs while his soaked tail hung and clung to the back of his thighs. After rubbing at his mane, the huge stallion reached back and pulled his long tail up into the towel. He gripped and stroked the long hairs sopping up a lot of the excess water in the hairs. He let the towel drop heavily to the floor and then let his semi-dried tail flow back down to the back of his legs. It didn't cling anymore, but it obviously was still wet and heavy.

The massive horse reached for the final stage of the showering process - the hair dryer. He turned it on and started waving it through the hairs of his mane. The long flowing locks hung heavily at first, but the warm torrents of air eventually started to waft the drying hairs easily. It took several minutes of this effort before the mane was beginning to dry.

"It's now or never." The buzz of the comment was lost to the busy equine because of the high-pitched whir of the hair dryer.

The horse fly launched itself into the air and headed straight for the front of the stallion's massive leg. It managed to touch down without notice. The horse was still intent on drying his long mane. With eagerness, the horsefly bit down at the stallion's thick thigh, but couldn't bite beneath the skin and coat. The muscle was too hard for the fly's jaws. Suddenly, the stallion's muscles flexed and shuddered. That made the fly launch back in the air and find a new place to bite and feed off the potent stallion's blood. It chose the heavily vascular calf muscle on the horse's left leg. Again, the fly dove in eagerly and tried to bite into the muscle below the thin skin. It was unable once again. Stunned at first, the fly was clearly pleased that the muscles didn't shimmer as they had just done previously. With one more attempt, the fly started down to bite into the granite muscle, but the semi-dried tail swished suddenly and swatted the fly hard against the muscle. It dropped to the floor, unsuccessful at feeding from the stallion.

The horse looked down at the dead fly, and gave a soft snort. Then he looked back up at the dark form on the ceiling above. He glared at the other horsefly and flattened his ears aggressively. With a curl of his thick lips, his nostrils flared open and he flexed his chest slowly. The image of those chiseled mounds rolling thicker and harder with forever be etched in my brain as he was clearly sending me a message that I shouldn't even try to feed off his blood.

I think I'll just stick to the oatmeal. It looked delicious.