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Don't let anybody fool you, there's no greater joy in life than to have half a half ton stallion saunter around your farm, doing whatever it wants while looking at you as though you were the oddity in life. What greater delight could one hope for other than to have a jet black horse, whose attitude might be considered somewhat flippant and aggressive, surveying the place while snorting and whickering as though your home could use some outside decorations to improve the situation for it. And wouldn't it be just wonderful to have deal with trying to figure out just how to get the massive thing to realize that it was the pet while you were the owner? Especially when then thing could talk back to you, giving its own opinions and foresights?

"HELL NO!!!!!" Marcus thought as he tried not to grind his teeth together while looking at J.B., the stallion 'Mustang' that he had just so recently purchased. The thirty-two year old bronze skinned human didn't know whether or not to be angry, elated, exasperated or just plain confused as he looked to the fine visage of horse that just so happened to be walking around his farm like he owned the place.

Having just so recently bought the stallion from a 'reputable' horse dealer Marcus had been hoping to get a breeding horse to which he could use to really make a farm feel like a farm. However, the Fates seemed to be having a good laugh on Marcus' behalf and the human had somehow ended up getting a stallion alright; just one that was an anthromorphic monstrosity that Marcus had no idea what to do with. It wasn't everyday that a man ended up with a talking animal on their hands, and silently the brown skinned human wondered if this was how Wilber felt while dealing with Mr. Ed. To say that J.B. was a nuisance however, would be taking the situation to the extreme as, so far, the other was somewhat of a mild irritation to deal with. Like getting a small pebble in your shoe while knowing you were late for work; aggravating yes, but only because it was just one more thing that life felt the need to give you to make your situation more interesting.

Marcus watched silently on as he didn't want to bark at the anthro and possible have the other rear up on him angrily. Being two hundred and something pounds of human verses a five hundred pound stallion, Marcus wasn't interested in getting himself bodily hurt by the other. Coincidentally, the human wondered if he should buy that rifle that his ex-boyfriend had been teasing him to purchase.

He said for foxes, Marcus silently wondered while rubbing a hand underneath his chin thoughtfully, but I wonder what kinda bullets I would need for equines? Something in his posture must have spooked J.B. because when next the Mustang whipped himself around to look at his human 'owner', the black mane of the big beast trailing across the air in a slow sweeping arc as the equine peered at him intently. Marcus suddenly felt himself grow nervous when pitch black eyes narrowed on him before the anthro stallion walked over his way.

"Yes? May I help you?" Marcus crossed his arms and tried to play it cool, even though on the inside he was both seething and shivering at the same time, from very different emotions no less.

"I think I like this place," J.B. admitted and for a second Marcus felt a slight flare of pride spark within his gut. "but I think it could use some crops or something, don't you?" A quiet whinny from the other had the human's lips lowering into a slight frown.

"Yes, I totally agree." Marcus began, keeping his voice very calm and relaxed even while his body said otherwise. "I was planning to start on that just as soon as my 'horse' came in today." There was no malice in the man's words, but J.B. could feel the unspoken declaration's meaning shoot right through to his heart. Playing it cool though, something that was easy enough for the equine anthromorph since he had long since gotten used to dealing with humans, the black stallion stepped next to his keeper was and then grunted in the back of his throat before speaking.

"Look, I'm sorry about the mix-up, ok?" J.B. tipped his head down to regard Marcus and the human could see, well past the annoyance that was trying to bubble up in the horse's onyx eyes, that the Mustang was being sincere. "And I'm sorry about coming on to you like that just an hour ago."

It took Marcus almost a second before he could accept the other's apology, his pride having to be stamped down on before the human gave a heartfelt sigh and readied himself admission of guilt. "I know. And I'm sorry for being so pissy with you. I can imagine that you're about as 'happy' with this as I am, probably even more so since you seem in no big hurry to leave, which I'm sure I couldn't stop you from doing anyway, but I'm still not pleased about this in the slightest. And knowing me, I might not be for a long time to come." No one could ever say that Marcus was one to mince words when it came to his feelings; that might have been why he had lucked out with so many lovers/bed partners.

Another loud whinny came from the stallion at that and Marcus had to actually take a step back from the volume of the sudden outcry. "Am I really that bad?" J.B. pointed both of his meaty hands down towards himself, showcasing his massive muscular and completely NAKED form to the human, something that Marcus was finding harder and harder to be upset about as he pointedly tried to keep his eyes off of the Mustang's sheathed cock.

"You're a living, walking, talking creature. I have just about as much 'right' to own you as humans do trying to 'own' the sun."

"I'm not sure I follow, slick?" Another thing about J.B., he seemed to like calling Marcus everything but his name. A slight vexation to the brown skinned human if ever there was one to be had since Marcus happened to be kind of fond of his name. He only had it all of his life after all.

"Look," Marcus turned to regard J.B. and then put a hand on the other's shoulder, something the man had to reach up slightly to do as the height difference between them was about a foot and a half. "this might come off as slightly strange, but owning someone that can talk back and tell me how it feels, not to mention think for itself, unsettles me just the tiniest of little bits." The human raised his hands to narrow his thumb and index finger into each other without actually letting the digits touch. "I'm not sure where you've come from to say that this would be okay, or even right, but with me...I'm just too weirder out to be comfortable with the situation.

"Well what do you want me to do about it? Run off somewhere? Join a wild herd? Look at me!" J.B. again pointed down to himself and Marucs found his eyes quickly settling their brown depths onto the Mustang's hooved feet, something the man was proud of himself for. "Where in the hell can I go? I don't really fit in with my feral cousins and it's not like I can get old Mackery back here anytime soon, fat ass is probably halfway to home right about now." Marcus snickered at that, something that made J.B. flick his furry ears at the sound of since both he and his new owner knew that it was in all probability true. "I mean, if you really feel that this circumstance will cause you more discomfort than what you bargained for then you can call the Chimera Institute and have one of them come pick me up. You won't get your money back though, but atleast they'll know what to do with me." J.B. added openly, and yet in the back of his mind he knew what awaited him if 'Marcus', what a silly name for a human, did as such.

Tubes, tanks, wires, and plugs; that was what the stallion was in for if the research institute got their paws on him again. Having been born in a tank, been nearly poked and prodded enough that he could still feel the needle marks under his black fur, and given a lifestyle of 'yes sir' and 'no sir' the horse anthromorph wished for anything but that. However, running away wasn't an option since, where we he really go? The wilds? Sure, but how long would he last? J.B. knew as much about hard living outside in the tough terrains of the world just about as much as a salmon knew about life on dry land. Never should the two meet since someone was going to be deep in the stick of things when it was all said and done. At least the institute would keep him feed and healthy, per say, until his usefulness to their data collection ran short. And then, well, J.B. had only heard of glue factories before but he sincerely hoped that he never met the inside of one, or that they would meet his. And worse still were the rumors about humans buying horse meat from certain 'overseas' venues. A visible shudder ran down J.B.'s body at that thought.

"Hey, something wrong?" Marcus asked and J.B. had to blink as he shook his head to return to the current moment around him. He wasn't in hell's kitchen yet, and hoped never to be, but he wouldn't lie or pretend with the human standing in front of him. His pride was worth too much for that.

"Sorry, just thinking,"

"Looks like it was a bad thought,"

"It wasn't pleasant, believe me."

"So, where do we go from here?" Marcus wanted to know what J.B. thought, after all, the other was an intelligent creature. Animal seemed really rude to call him, though 'creature' might not have been that much better.

"Well that's up to you, longhorn; you can keep me or call the institute. I'm going to leave that choice to you." J.B. whickered and then pulled himself back from the human letting Marcus hand drop from off of his shoulder to trail across his strong pectorals and then down to his hardened torso before falling back to the man's side. There was obvious interest within those dark smoldering eyes, if not in the human's scent as well from what J.B. could smell. The stallion's lips lifted slightly while his wide nose sniffed openly before J.B could catch himself, of course being the clever equine that he was the mustang hid his sudden strange gesture behind the only thing he could reason would suit the situation. Which was a cough.

"Huh?" Marcus asked but J.B. shook his head and then stared down at him again, as though Marcus couldn't see the desire for him shining from the onyx eyes of the anthromorph. "Ok. Anyway, I'm not going to sell you off or give you back or whatever, but I've got to find something that you can do around here, because there's no such thing as free room and board." Marcus didn't have to think about what he would do, not after seeing pure and honest terror gleaming in the horse anthro's eyes. He wasn't a stupid man after all. Marcus understood that institute and hell probably were synonymous to the stallion.

"Oh really!?" J.B didn't, or rather couldn't, hide the sudden level of excitement that raced through him at his new keeper's words. The realization that he wouldn't have to go back to the Chimera labs actually made the horse nicker to the sky as his ears jumped up on top of his head. Seeing J.B.'s long and wiry furred tail whipped against the air across the Mustang's rump Marcus had to wrestle with himself not to laugh at seeing his new stud's joyfulness.

"Really. However," J.B. quickly calmed down and looked to Marcus with a guarded look painted onto his muzzle. "I'm serious about the room and board thing. If you stay, you work. I'm not going to put up with a lazy bum that doesn't want to get up off of his ass."

"That's not a problem with me, slick!" J.B. lifted an arm and then curled his muscles so that his biceps and triceps pushed up from between his tight skin. "These impressive muscles didn't come from being a lab rat all the time. I can work just as hard as any other stallion you could have brought!"

Marcus started to breathe more harshly when his eyes caught sight of J.B.'s muscular arm come up and then flex for him, veins crisscrossing along the horse's biceps lips mad. Consequently enough, his traitorous cock just so happened to have woken up from between his legs and now wanted to give its opinion about the 'stud' equine that Marcus had the privy of watching right now. A grunt and smile later Marcus clamped his thighs together to squash the turncoat before nodding at J.B., who happened to be pushing the bicep on his other arm up now.

"That's good for me. I can tell that you're the straightforward sort so we'll work out fine here. Now then, let's..." Before Marcus could utter his next sentence a sudden honk of a horn came from out of the blue and both horse and man turned to look at a certain jeep coming from across the road out of the middle of nowhere.

Instantly both Marcus and J.B. were on guard, well J.B. was on guard as the Mustang curled both of his arms up together in front of his chest and then gave a disdainful whicker at the newcomer while Marcus was all but freaking out on the inside. How in the hell was he going to hide a five hundred pound black stallion, especially when said equine seemed intent on going nowhere. J.B. kicked a hoof into the soft green grass underneath him, readying himself to charge, if need be, against whoever was making their way towards him and his owner. And though Marcus found the other's sudden resolve in his defense somewhat endearing, J.B having put himself in front of Marcus to guard the human from being seen, the dark skinned man couldn't stop his heart from hammering against his chest as he wondered what his ex-boyfriend would think of this new ordeal.

"Uh...J.B., I think you may want to..."

"I ain't going nowhere." A hint of something slang crept into the stallion's voice and for a moment Marcus had to wonder who raised the equine anthro.

Of course, by the time Marcus began to try and explain the finer points of discretion it became too late to try and impress such ideals and concepts on the horse as soon the jeep was pulling up right in front of the two of them. Stepping out of the vehicle as soon as the machine was shut off, with a pair of blue jeans, white shirt and combat boots on, Marcus' former lover, Thomas, stepped out from the driver's seat while his new boyfriend, Nate, popped himself out from the side seat next to him. The two men, one being tall, handsome and wearing a curious smirk on his face while the other was somewhat shorter in comparison and dressed in combat fatigues with glasses perched precariously across his nose, walked over to where Marcus and J.B. were without a word between them, something that slightly confused Marcus. That was, until the human remembered old Mackey's words. Anthros had been out for almost five years now, something the brown skinned human was remiss to know he had known nothing about, and so of course everybody else in the world probably knew about them.

Sometimes Marcus really hated it when he missed the clue bus.

"H-hey guys!" Marcus was proud that he only stumbled slightly in his greeting. The nervous tick in his voice probably would have embarrassed him even more had it accompanied the sweat dripping of his face when the man had spoke up. Marcus was quick to brush his nervousness away however, after running the back of his arm across his head.

"Yo," Thomas called out. Completely ignoring his ex's new acquisition. "How's things going, man?" Thomas didn't stop as he walked around J.B. and then went to hug his old flame. The two men embraced fondly for a second before Thomas pulled himself away from Marcus.

"Oh, it's, uh...fine. Yes." Marcus had to think for a second as he looked at the stallion still standing in front of him, only now just a few inches further away with Nate busily trying to survey the other. The stallion did not seem pleased by the other human's antics, particularly so when Nate pulled a stethoscope out from his bag, something Marcus had failed to see the other man walking with in hand, and then looked pointedly at the horse. "What is he about to do?"

Thomas blinked and then turned to look at his boyfriend, who appeared to be about to be kicked by a certain terse- looking anthro if he got any closer with that doctor's instrument.

"About to get himself hurt if he don't QUIT IT!" That made Nate stop as he turned to regard the only other humans on the farm.

"I thought you wanted me to look over your new horse, Marcus?" Nate seemed to not mind that said horse was whickering at him dangerously.

"I do, but I think you need to ask his permission first. Don't you?" Marcus didn't know what to say at the other man's flabbergasted response.

"I thought you already explained to him what was going to happen today?" Nate chucked a finger at J.B. and Marcus could literally see lines of tension rolling over the black stallion's back and shoulders.

"Uhm...why don't we head inside and the four of us can talk like civilized men?" Marcus didn't wait for a response as he went and grabbed J.B. by the shoulder, marveling at the impressive density of said bones, muscles and tendons, and then literally dragged the equine back into his house. The fact that the Mustang 'allowed' him to do this was not missed on Marcus as he silently thanked the creator for his good fortune.

It took Thomas and Nate several seconds of confused staring before they looked to each other and then shrugged and followed the pair inside of the small one story home. Once inside however, things quickly began to calm down after Marcus served everyone something to drink, J.B. having to take his water in a bowl since he didn't have the right kind of lips to drink from the regular cups his keeper had currently. And after that, well...

"Hehaheaha!!!

"Hehahaha!!"

"Is it really that funny?" Marcus asked as he sulkily looked between his ex and his ex's new flame as the two men cracked up while laughing at him, or rather what his lack of information had brought about. Meanwhile, J.B. was sitting on the floor next to Marcus, keeping well away from the two other humans as he looked to them like he would have loved to trample both beneath his hooves. The flare of the stallion's nose as well as the lowering of his ears on top of his head were all clear signs that J.B.'s ire was rising, but no one seemed to notice. Well, Marcus did, but,

"I can't believe it! You! One of the premier author's back east didn't even know about anthros?" Thomas giggled while trying hard not to. It was a failure of an attempt that Marcus was growing annoyed with. "How could you not have known? I mean, with the SOBs out there acting like the proverbial grapevine I would have thought that you'd have written about anthromorphs somewhere in one of your books."

"I didn't ok!" A flush was starting to color the dark corners of the human's face and instantly J.B. was wrapping his hands very tightly around the bowl at his lips. "Gods, not like I pay attention to the rumor mill anyway."

"I'm sorry Marcus." Thomas said sincerely, moving his way over to the other man and then hugging him gently around the shoulders. If there was one thing that the two men knew it was that when Marcus got in a bad mood he turned into an absolute crab. Conversations shut down and the other man would be quick to snap if provoked so Thomas decided to end the teasing before someone got hurt. And with a casual glance of the Mustang sitting next to his ex, Thomas had a good feeling that it would be him and his boyfriend soon if the conversation didn't change, and soon. "But really, you didn't know about anthromorphs? They've been in the news for at least six times in the last five years since they were introduced."

"You know I can't stand the news. I like being on camera even less." Marcus paused as he thought over something. "Remember that charity event that you and I went to that one when I was just first starting to get serious with my publishing?"

"You mean the one where you got splattered all over the gossip columns for being the first 'dark skinned' man to start up an influential, not to mention up-and-coming, publishing company?"

"Yep. You remember what happened after that right?"

"I faintly recall you not coming out of our bedroom for a week and me having to cook for you the entire time." Marcus blushed at that. He hadn't recalled that part clearly, but then again, Thomas was no liar.

"Uh, sure. But I meant after that."

"Oh yes; you speaking about how you tossed our TV outside into the garbage and then canceled our subscription to the local newspaper? By the way, you still owe me for that since it was technically, MY television set." Thomas gripped his hand tightly across Marcus' shoulder and then other man fought a wince. When did his ex get so strong?

"Sure! Of course! I can write you a check for that now, if you want. Heh." Never let your ex stay mad at you; a lesson that his mother had taught him well when keeping good relationships.

"Please do so, but later. And yes, I get your point. But that begs the question of what are you going to do with him now?" Before Marcus could defend J.B. the equine spoke up.

"HE can speak for himself." J.B. pulled his bowl down from in front of his muzzle and then glared hotly at the other human. "And if it's any of your business, guy, I plan to stay here a VERY long time." Obviously, someone's staking out their new territory, Tomas thought humorously.

"Well, that's all fine and well, but," Everyone looked over to Nate as the man had been silent the whole time. "are you ready for the responsibility and the costs?"

"Of course I am! I was ready to buy to a stallion anyway before I found out about J.B." Marcus defensiveness was easy to hear and a quiet whicker came from the Mustang because of it.

"As long as you are, then there's no reason to worry. Just be aware that, unlike regular horses, anthro equines need certain, special care, with their raising."

"Huh?"

"He means that I need to get out like a regular horse everyday and need to eat certain different foods and the likes." J.B. seemed to consider that prospect and then whinnied unhappily.

"You mean like meat and such?"

"NO WAY!!!" J.B. screeched and all the humans jumped. "No...no...I meant like I'd need breads, vegetables, fruits and the occasional dose of vitamins since my bodies all screwed up." J.B. had to take several snorts to calm himself down after that. The memory of what happened the last time he had been 'fed' flesh made the stallion's stomach nearly roll.

"Well that's no problem. I had planned to grow my own crops anyway -- something we need to start on before the day's over with J.B. -- and I can afford whatever else you might need." A mutter came from the stallion and Marcus had to lean over as he wasn't sure that he had heard right. "Can you repeat that one more time?"

"I said," The equine anthro sighed. "I also need to get off once in a while just like a normal person or else I'd go slightly stir crazy." To this Marcus just blinked down at him.

"Why would that be important to this conversation? I have no plans to stop you from jacking off when you're not in my face." A snort from Thomas made Marcus glare at his ex. To which the other man just raised his hands up imploringly.

"It's because, that's exactly what he'll need you to do for him." Nate admitted and Marcus turned to gape like a fish out of water at the veterinarian. For J.B.'s part the horse looked as though he could choke the other human to death as he stared fixatedly onto the man. His fingers twitching against the bowl were not a good sign and Thomas readily moved back over to his ex to try and quietly show his willingness to protect his lover. "Let me explain; anthros were built, or rather 'made' with the sole design of them being the new slave race to humans. They literally need to be touched by a human to keep their mental and emotional health in check. I heard that this has been adjusted in recent months so that the newer additions brought into society will be able to work longer hours away from other humans in more dangerous job fields. But I'm going to guess that...J.B.?...here is one of the first anthros to be manufactured and that he needs almost constant physical touch to keep him from regressing into a more primal state of mind."

"Primal state of mind? Just how bad could this get?" Marcus honestly wished he had never asked when the stallion answered him next.

"Anthromorphs who don't receive human touch after several days to weeks go into something like epileptic shock and/or turn into frenzied lunatics that don't know their asshole from the top of their heads." J.B. seemed to be thinking back to something in the past as he closed his eyes while raising his head up to the ceiling. "I've seen some poor souls go from well educated to 'dumb animal' in as little as seventy-two hours. So whatever they put in to us, or did, literally, makes us starved for human companionship. If just on a physical level. Let's not talk about emotionally." The Mustang shivered at that part.

"I'm almost afraid to ask," Marcus whispered.

"Supposedly," Mr. Know-it-all began. "anthros have an innate need to be with a human, like a baby bird that sees its mother, or the first person in front of it when its born and thinks that their its mother. Anthros bond very well, but unbond terribly. Some have been known to go into depressive fits when the human that they've attached themselves to go off for long periods of time. This was one of the reasons why anthros received a lot of controversy when they were first brought out into the world. There was a big altercation between the Chimera institute and congress over 'rights', 'obligations', and the freedom of the individual. You can imagine what a stink it made for people to hear about this 'wonderful' new race that had been brought out to redefine the problem of companionship people have been going through over the last sixty years." Nate snorted derisively at the idea. "Who in their right mind would want to own an actually living, breathing, talking and thinking creature against their will? Especially after all the troubles that we as humans have had in the past with when trying to enslave each other?"

"I couldn't imagine," Marcus said while looking at J.B. with an upturned smirk on his lips. To which the stallion just snorted openly.

"So yes," Nate ignored the two, but mentally smiled at their open friendliness. "That became a bane for Chimera and the company spent the next several years working to rewrite this fact, though I had heard that some anthros still go through the symptoms of withdrawal every now and again regardless." At this everyone looked to J.B. for answers. The Mustang just whickered at everyone.

"You figure it out." The equine anthro snapped and all humans present could guess the answer.

"Ok. Ok, I think I can handle this since it just means I have to hug you once in a while?" The snort that came from J.B. was not heartwarming as the stallion turned to look at him as though he were crazy.

"Try again, slick." Marcus wince made Thomas feel for J.B. as he understood what was coming next. "Oh please, tell me that, that offer to 'ride' you was not serious." Marcus seemed to curl in on himself.

"Yep! But don't feel bad, we can always do it the other way with me under you instead of over." The horse smiled cheekily at his keeper and everyone could have sworn that they heard Marcus whimper. "What!? It's not like you don't do guys! I can smell how horned up you are over me and the other one over there." The Mustang hiked his thumb at Thomas and Marcus wished he could have been swallowed into the earth to never come out again.

"I...I...don't want to address that." Having his old flame know that he was still crushing over him would only made things more complicated for everybody present.

"It's not like I'd let him get to your ass anyway," J.B. muttered under his breath and Marcus, Marcus had mixed feelings about that.

"Pardon?"

"Hey, you're MY rider, slick. I call dibs on anything and everything you got down there as well as up above, got me?" A heated whicker from the stallion and all present were blinking in awe.

"Is this part of that 'bonding'?" Marcus turned to regard Nate, who was busy trying not to chuckle.

"Yes it is," The man said openly. But it's worse for you since J.B.'s a real throwback and probably would tear hand and heel off of the first male that tried to openly flirt with you. Nate thought quietly. "Though I am curious. J.B.?" The stallion looked to the veterinarian curiously. "Why haven't you bonded with anyone before? Shouldn't you already have a human that you are partnered with?"

J.B. froze at this for a split second before suddenly becoming flippant. "I'm one of the 'regressers'." When no one spoke the stallion just sighed. "That means that I was one of the lucky foals that got his brain rewired so that I can never have a 'partner'. There's something in me that will accept anyone that I can stand for more than ten minutes, but I don't have a problem with choosing someone else if something happens to them. A curse and blessing, all in one." The snicker that came from the Mustang was hollow and Marcus didn't stop as he reached out to place a hand onto the black equine's shoulder, something J.B. quickly found himself coming to enjoy as he nuzzled his keeper.

"Is that why the ranch offered you up to be sold?" Marcus questioned, not minding when his horse sniffed over his fingers tentatively.

"Yeah, old Mackery knew. He was the one who set me up to be a stud horse since there's something about being around one of our own cubs/pups/foals or whatever that makes us anthromorphs not need human touch as much." J.B. blinked while staring up at Marcus. "They found this out and old Mackery was quick to set me up as a breeder, if just so I could 'breed' the need out of myself."

"That might explain why they remove the ovaries from the females." Nate mumbled to himself, though thankfully nobody heard him.

"I'm sorry," Marcus apologized, though for what exactly the man wasn't sure.

"Don't be." J.B. waved the other's concerns off. "I've got two fine ponies out there that will carry a piece of me around with them forever. I couldn't ask for anything more after mating with the mares they sent my way."

"So being with a guy doesn't weird you out?" Marcus had to know since he himself wasn't sure what he felt.

"Why do you think old Mackery was so friendly with me?" And at that Marcus thought he might lose his breakfast. Just imagining a stud like J.B. under or over a 'plump' man like old Mackery had Marcus scrunching up his face in distaste. "Hey don't knock it until you tried it, slick." J.B. gave his keeper a casual wink. "He might be a fatass, but damn if he doesn't take just as good as he gets. Makes me wonder what you're packing down there," And this point the stallion moved his nose over so that he could look into the fold of Marcus' crotch.

"Pretty big honestly." At that both man and horse turned sharply to regard Thomas. The other stuck out his tongue playfully as he sat unabashed on the couch. "Hey, we're all adults here and I think it's no secret that Marcus and I used to bounce together underneath the bedroom sheets." The other man turned to nod at J.B. sagely. "You'll get a good one by lifting you tail for him, believe me on that if nothing else."

"Can we not discuss this?" Marcus whined quietly, again wishing that Mother Earth would take him into her arms... forever.

"Yes," The Mustang hissed, something that surprised everyone present. "let's not and say we did." The anger radiating off of the stud horse was plain to feel by all three of the humans in the room.

"Are you gonna be this way with everyone that acts friendly towards me?" Marcus really wanted to know, because if so he was going to leave J.B's ass at home a lot.

"No." Marcus sighed. "Just the ones that try and put some kinda claim on you. You're mine now, slick. Ass, cock, balls and whatever else you've got under those clothes." At this Marcus was ready to throw in the towel. The fact that - again -- Nate and Thomas burst out laughing didn't help to make the dark skinned human feel any better.

Ten minutes more of conversing together and J.B. finally relented into being examined by Nate. The vet was very clinical with his trail and did everything he normally did while surveying a farm horse without so much as a hint of perversion coloring his antics. From testing the Mustang's breathing, to measuring J.B.'s tail, to even feeling the stallion's testicles to make sure that they were healthy, everything that Nate did was professional. Something Marcus was more than glad about because he could see that J.B. was just itching to find a reason to 'accidently' kick the other man with one of his powerful hooves. And from what he could see, Marcus didn't have to guess that all it would take was one misplaced attack from the stud equine and Nate was going into a wall; far wall across the living room at that by the look in J.B.'s coal black eyes.

"Well, my diagnosis will need some more tests to be one hundred percent accurate, but," Everyone turned to look at Nate while J.B. returned himself to sitting on the floor beside his keeper. "He's as healthy as could be."

"That's refreshing to know. Thanks Nate." Marcus nodded to the other man.

"Of course, I'm happy to be of assistance." The vet put his equipment back into his bag and then returned to his seat next to his lover. A sudden growl from Nate's stomach however, told that it was almost time for lunch and the other man blushed somewhat at that.

"Hehe, someone didn't eat yet?" Marcus quipped.

"No, I missed out because someone wanted to get here as soon as possible and didn't make breakfast, which, by the way, it is their turn to do this week." Nate looked at Thomas who only smiled back to him in embarrassment.

"...sorry. I guess that means I need to go so that I can feed this lug here." Thomas began to get up when Marcus stopped him.

"Do you mind if we take you out to eat as a thank you?" Already Marcus was thinking of J.B. as something more than a pet and the stallion all but snapped his neck as he turned to look over at his human. "That is," Marcus turned to look down at J.B. and then blushed slightly as he noticed how close the equine's muzzle was in context to his own. "Uhm, if J.B. here can go to a restaurant or whatever's around here." Marcus tried not to flounder as he spoke, but for some reason he couldn't take his eyes off of the soulful black orbs that pierced him.

"Anthros are allowed to eat at restaurants, so long as they mind their manners." Thomas nudged Nate and then snickered while eyeing the budding couple next across from them. If it was another thing about Marcus that was true, it was that the other man put his all into what he did and those he actually liked. And heaven help you if he started to fall in love. After all, what sane person would give up a life in the big city making big bucks for a quiet and sleepy living out in the country? This whole ordeal with Marcus had to be a testament to the other man's passion...or his mental instability.

"A-alright." A quick shake of the head and Marcus was getting back into focus. "So where should we go? It's your treat since I'm buyin'."

"How about Ladasy's?" Nate offered.

"I swear. You just like going there so you can stare at the 'chef'!" Thomas snarled, but playfully smirked at the end.

"Can I help it if the guy's a totally fox?" Nate stuck his tongue out at his boyfriend. The two started to playfully bicker for a second befor a quiet grunt halted their banter.

"Uhm..." At this everyone looked to Marcus who seemed to be fumbling with a thought. "This guy's not a real fox is he?" Nate and Thomas cocked their heads together, though in opposite directions, while looking at the other man before knowing hit them at the same time.

"Nonono. The only anthromorphs around these parts work in the office with me back in town. Everyone else is pretty much human." Thomas answered and Marcus sighed cheerfully at knowing he wasn't being made the joke of with his unknowing.

"Good for him," J.B. groused.

"What's up with you?" Marcus asked as he turned to regard J.B., the horse having stood up so that he could stretching his arms and legs in preparation to leave. The fact that this put the stallion's crotch in front of the other man's face was not missed by anyone present, especially Marcus as the human swallowed thickly from the smell of equine musk.

"I can't say I'm happy about you going anywhere that there are supposed 'foxes' around, but I can't NOT stop you from going, either." J.B. admitted honestly, an irritated whicker and flip of his mane letting the humans know that the stallion wanted to defend his territory.

"Well you could just get Marcus there to blow you and then you wouldn't have to worry about other guys hitting on him, not with horse cum on his face." Thomas teased. Marcus could have killed his ex at that point as he turned his head around and then glared at the other man as though he only needed a weapon in his hand to fulfill the destiny of Thomas's life.

"Doesn't sound like a bad idea to me," At Nate's sudden voicing his assent all eyes were on him.

"WHAT!?" Both Marcus and Thomas shouted at the same time.

"I like that idea!" J.B. whickered happily and then reached down to rub at his low hanging nuts.

"Calm down. I'm just offering that it would be good for Marcus and J.B. to do this now, and thereby start a system where they get comfortable with bonding more intimately since it's going to have to happen for J.B's psychological stability."

"But...but..." Marcus tried to say, though for some reason he wasn't able to find the words.

"It's okay if you don't want to, but do you really want to miss out on all 'this'?" Of course, Marcus should have known better that to turn around. He really should have. However, simply being human as he was, and given their curious natures, the dark skinned human couldn't help his shocked response as he all but jumped back off of the couch at seeing the stallion's half hard equine cock lying floppily out of his sheath. Growing with every stroke of J.B.'s hand across the black colored flesh, flared equine-like head pulsing in Marcus' direction, and stinking with a pungent male musk that made all three of the humans in the room somewhat hard within their pants, the anthro stallion's length of horsemeat was something to be feared by all.

"I...WHAT THE HELL!?!? Put that away!" Marcus snapped as fear, arousal, want and just plain old fashioned surprise made the human's head spin.

"Awww, but doc's order are for me to get my daily dose of human cuddles, and what better way to snug that with your face pressed against my balls?" J.B. whinnied heartily, laughing his fool head off as he looked down at his keeper staring directly at his cock.

Clean and healthy, without a trace of the smeg that feral horse cocks sometimes kept up, J.B.'s maleness was a thing of beauty and wonder as it grew thicker and longer up along the front of the stud horse's body. While not quite as big nor as wide as what a feral stallion might possess, the Mustang was working with something fierce between his legs. That 'something' though quickly began to leak clear precum down the length of its form as the equine grew more excited while snorting and sniffing at the scent of his keeper growing hotter with desire for him.

"J.B., I don't like to swear or holler, but if You Don't..." Marcus was well on his way to throwing a big fit -- a just one at that -- but right before he could a hand reached out to grab at his shoulder. A human hand, no less.

"Hey, Marcus, look," Nate said suddenly, the vet seeming to be the only one other than J.B not bothered by the anthro stud's sudden case of exhibitionism there in the middle of the living room. "I know this might not exactly be how you planned for things to go, J.B. quit distracting him by playing with your nuts, but I think this is for the better."

"HOW!?" Marcus fought to take his eyes off his stallion's round orbs as the anthro equine slowly started to palm at his heavy and thick looking nuts.

"You've got a professional vet here with you to see that nothing happens that you're not ready for. You're ex lover here to make you feel more comfortable. And J.B. right there who probably wants to worship the ground you walk on, right J.B." The stallion could only nod and shiver as he rolled his hips forward on instinct, his flared head pulsing out just a little more as pearl after pearl of preum poured from out of the head of his erect cock like a faucet.

"I...don't know if I can..." Marcus was shaking his head no, but his eyes were shining with his acquiescence. A slow sweep of his tongue from out of his mouth across his lower lip and J.B. started to kick his hoofs into the ground impatiently.

"Don't think. Just do." And then Nate pushed the other man into the horse.

J.B. caught his new owner with both of his meaty hands before the man could fall face first into his stomach and then stared down at Marcus with a playful smirk on his lips. Black muscular legs spread open while the long end of his fourteen inch cock bounced back and forth against his groin; the stallion made no move to force Marcus to do anything and instead pushed the other back so that he could get a better look. Standing tall and proud as he was now J.B. looked all the more like some impressive professional athlete as stood in front of his human keeper while subtly flexing his body for the other man. Muscles over muscles standing erect out against the stud horse's chest and abdomen, ironically, danced before Marcus' vision as the jet black Mustang continued to flex and roll his arms around. Marcus couldn't help himself as watched with an impressed eye while counting the six hard abs that were cut into the marble-like living statue that was J.B.

Tall, powerful and obviously horned up, Marcus didn't think he had been given such a good showing of a raw male sexuality even at one of the underground strip clubs he had snuck off to while dating his ex-girlfriend. The smell of the horse alone was enough to make Marcus wild with arousal as he felt his cock rise up once again inside of his pants, trying to add its two cents in on the show happening in front of him. Because of his lack of focus, the dark skinned human failed to notice how Thomas and Nate had backed themselves up onto the other couch Marcus had in the room and then slowly started to pull their clothes off from one another while enjoying the show. No music was playing during this little tease session and Marcus vehemently wished that it was because the sound of his own heartbeat growing steadily louder, not to mention faster in his ears, was making the man somewhat dizzy with confusion.

On one hand, this was a horse he was ogling over. That alone should have made this experience taboo in its entirety. But on the other hand, J.B. wasn't just some animal that didn't know what it was doing right then and there. The anthro stallion was both intelligent in his own right, not to mention that the equine possessed the common sense to understand what he doing to all present. Black eyes looking down at his human keeper, J.B. put a small sway in his hips as he moved himself into place while continuing to gaze at Marcus.

"Come on and ride the stallion, slick." And that did it. A verbal confirmation of consent broke whatever little hesitation there was in Marcus and the man all but tackled the big stallion as he lifted himself up and then dove himself forward into the equine.

Thankfully for J.B. the stud horse's strength kept him into place as he caught his lust driven owner by the waist and then whickered happily as he found hands, arms and tongue all pressing themselves over his slowly sweating black hide. Taking a few clomping steps over to the couch J.B. didn't second guess himself as he turned and then laid himself down onto his back onto the sofa, legs dangling off of the sides because of his full body length, and then gave himself over to his keeper. Tongue running along the hollow of his throat, hands pinching and twisting the ends of his pectorals where his nonexistent nipples should have been, Marcus all but devoured the other as he drunk in the whole of what the anthro equine was. His actions seemed to have a positive effect on J.B. because soon the anthro stud was all put panting and begging nonsensically up at his owner while spreading himself out just a little more for Marcus.

"Please...please..." J.B. began to whisper, the stallion loving the feel of the smaller man's body lying prone on top of his, even though the human's clothing hampered him from feeling all of the other. "Please..."

Marcus, in the throes of a heat that humans shouldn't be physically able to feel, nodded to his stallion before crawling his way down to where J.B.'s musky crotch was lying in wait for him and then pressed his nose fullness that was the horse's fragrant nuts. Sadly, Marcus' less powerful olfactory senses were only able to catch the barest hint of the wonderful sweat smell that made up J.B.'s cock and balls, that was, before he shoved his nose into the stallion's taint. The odor of horse, and musk, and male scent nearly overpowered Marcus' thoughts as he licked his tongue out along the skin that connected J.B.'s cock to his equine sac holding in his testicles. Slightly salty, but wholly delicious in taste Marcus bobbed his head back and forth from the inner groove of the Mustang's legs, absorbing every little detail of who and what the anthro stud was onto his senses in the process.

Legs opening more as that wonderful face literally fucked him with its tongue J.B. whickered loudly into the plush living room, throwing his head back and around as he let his owner do what he felt like with him. Hands gripping the sides of the couch in a dangerous hold, J.B. barely noted how his hips were starting to lift up and down as he got more and more into the mating frenzy driving everyone in the room insane. For Thomas and Nate, well the two humans had lost their clothes long since before now and were currently sucking face with each other hard enough that J.B.'s sensitive equinian hearing could actually pick up the sounds of tongues running along teeth. Snorting to blot out such boring noise, the only thing the stallion was interested in was his keeper; the rest going on around him was a moot point. Dexterous human hands massaged themselves into the anthro horse's abs all of a sudden and J.B. felt all of his senses snapping together to focus on Marcus just in time for the human to engulf the flared head of the stallion's cock into his mouth. When the other had gotten there J.B. was sure that he'd never know, but upon feeling his owner's small, but confident mouth running along the flare of his shaft J.B. was infinitely grateful for his keeper skillful tongue dancing across the head of his cock.

Wet, warm, and utterly sinful, J.B. had to fight with himself not to bury the fullness of his shaft into his owner's throat. The sucking phase that came next almost undid the equine however, as Marcus began to dip his tongue into the hole at the top of the stallion's sex before the human then pushed his head down further to swallow almost seven inches of J.B.'s cock. Whickering in euphoric pleasure J.B. ground his hips into the front of Marcus' face, begging silently for the human to deep throat him all the way, but realistically, in that dark corner of the Mustang's cheering psyche, the stud horse knew that wasn't going to happen. Doing so would probably unhinge the human's jaw, so controlling himself as much as he could, J.B. just settled himself back, with a grunt of annoyance coming from between his clenched lips, and let his keeper work at taking him over the edge of abandon.

Bobbing his head the same as he had done with the stud stallion's balls, Marcus was well aware with what was going on around him. The dark skinned man felt like he was watching himself outside of his body as his senses came alive in a new and slightly scary way. Taking both of his hands down, upon feeling that J.B. just wasn't getting enough stimulation to reach his release, despite his tongue working almost fanatically up and down and around the side of the three inch thick horsecock, Marcus grabbed at his Mustang's balls and then began to give them a tender fondling, the likes of which nearly made J.B. scream in rapture. Smirking around the cock inside of his mouth, Marcus gave a little hum a triumph as he squeezed and stroked, licked and sucked all that there was of his stud's prominent sex. His own cock, hard and eager still trapped inside of his pants, didn't go without as Marcus ran the length of his groin over and across J.B.'s black thighs. Hard and sleek as the muscles were therein Marcus had no problem getting himself worked up as his body began to ring with the warning of his coming orgasm.

Humping and grunting in time together, both sides of the room were nearly deafening with their respective melodies of sexual carnality. J.B. was all but rocking the sofa over to the side of the window as the stallion's heavy hips bucked and writhed while suffering underneath the experienced skills of the human with the talented mouth. Drool and precum dribbled incessantly down on Marcus' chin, and alternatively J.B.'s own crotch, showcasing just how excited the anthro stallion was as his cock literally throbbed with the warning of his oncoming orgasm. Marcus and J.B. were the first to meet their end however, as both horse and man were much too worked up to really care about being soft and tender and slow with their ministrations as the echoing desires to get off rung out inside of the two mates heads.

"S-s-slick....gonna...!!!" Was about as far as J.B. got before a wailing whinny blasted out of the Mustang's mouth about the same time the stud stallion's equine shaft flexed and then surged with the first shot of horse cum.

To his credit, Marcus was not thrown off of the other as he got hit by J.B. impressively strong explosion of seed. However, when the second, third and fourth shots came out the dark skinned human had to pull himself back so as not to suffocate from the rising deluge that seemed want to try and drown him. Swallowing what he could and then looking down Marcus was rewarded with a thick eruption of more horsecum to the face as J.B. kept shuddering and coming onto his sofa. The musk, heat and taste of the stallion's spooge had Marcus grunting and then hissing between his teeth as his cock climaxed within his pants, soaking the blue jean material until some of the white froth actually began to seep through onto J.B.'s thigh.

It took the anthro horse almost a full minute to finish releasing his sexual tension. Shivers and whinnies accompanied the aftermath as J.B. came down from his euphoric high like a leaf sailing across the wind once the last of his cum dribbled out down and along his equine sex. Marcus too, was lost in a slight haze as the man licked the sides of his lips before swallowing the rest of the thick horse spunk that was trying to stay lodged inside of his throat. What happened next completely startled Marcus out of his own pleasurable daze however, as muscular black arms grasped themselves around the human and then dragged the other forward until the dark skinned man was planted face first into his stud stallion's chest.

"Thanks slick," J.B. whispered, licking his drying cum from off of the human's face seconds later as he noticed his white cream starting to congeal along brown flesh. "I really needed that." There was an honesty there that Marcus found himself adoring over as he smiled loving at the anthro horse.

"Hey, at this point, I don't mind. I might scream at myself later on but, I think its fine to say that I wouldn't mind doing this with you more often, whether you 'need' it or not." Marcus smirked into the anthro equine's black furred neck after saying that and J.B. could only whinny a pleased response as he hugged his human more tightly into his black body. Breathing in the heated sweat that oozed off the Mustang's skin, Marcus smiled to himself as he realized that he could now enjoy the smell of his new stud without being driven crazy over the other's masculine scent.

"I hope so, because I plan to keep you for a long time to come," J.B. whickered.

"Hey, who owns who around here?" Marcus could only grumble when a tight flex of twin arms answered his question.

It took everyone almost thirty minutes before they were ready to head back out. Thomas and Nate didn't stop until they had finished what they were doing, despite J.B. and Marcus just cuddling up while listening to them. After that though, the four males cleaned up and then headed out of the house, ready to get that food that had been promised almost forty minutes ago.

"So how are we going to do this?" Marcus asked as he noted the size of his truck verses J.B. own impressive muscular physique once everyone was outside. While his vehicle might have supported the equine the dark skinned man wasn't quite sure he wanted to risk the stress that would put on his truck.

"Do about what?" J.B. asked while stretching his legs out underneath him.

"How are we going to get you to the eatery since I don't think you'll fit in my truck."

"Slick, I can run almost forty miles over three and half hours without getting tired."

"Seriously?" Marcus gaped and J.B. sighed while rolling his eyes.

"Yes, seriously. So come on already and get in your little wagon so that we can be off; I'm getting hungry over here."

"Alright, alright. Sheesh, pushy stallion." Marcus grumbled and an equine laugh followed. Gearing up his truck, letting the engine purr for several seconds to revitalize itself from its long winter sleep, Marcus gave two honks to Thomas and Nate, already in their own jeep, and then pressed on the gas to follow the other two humans after they took off ahead of him.

Not sure how fast he should go because of J.B., Marcus chose a slow pace to drive at and nearly let his jaw touch the ground when he saw a flash of black pass both him and the jeep in front of him. Obviously, he still had a lot to learn about anthromorphs. And the challenge seemed to be proving itself well worth it as both vehicles sped up to catch the stud horse.