A tale of Two Horses.

Part 3.

By Jackson Taylor (Wolfie Steel) and Drafty the Suffolk Punch.

And so I walk out of the pub making sure that my head doesn't connect with the wooden beam again, my eyes are already filled with tears I don't need a pain in my head to go along with them, I feel so dejected and alone, what a waste of an evening, two pints of cider is all that I have drunk tonight, the object of my affections though seems still oblivious to me.

Oh yes the god of a horse has spoken to me tonight, so at least I know the sound of his voice, but that just adds more fuel to the fire, now I want him even more.

Well I guess there is nothing I can do now other than walk home crying my eyes out, at least he won't see my despair, and when I get to the place that I laughingly call home I will just climb into my bed and cry myself to sleep.

You would think that I would be accustomed to being alone by now; after all it has been five years since my previous partner, Carter, left me to go and live his dream in the big city, I wonder if he ever made anything of himself, I loved that Stallion with all of my heart, and I thought that he loved me, I guess that we never really know anybody.

I stand at my garden gate and the emotions overwhelm me as I break down in tears, why is it so hard for me to find someone to love? I don't ask for much, okay I probably put too much hope into getting together with the chestnut brown hoss, but if ever he had come over to me and maybe filled the hole in my heart I know that we would have been perfect together, but I guess that is why I am crying like a little school girl right now.

I eventually get back to my feet and open the gate, once through the opening I close the gate and head for the door that will take me back into loneliness. I open the door and a cold blast of air is all that greets me, I switch on the light of the entrance hall and then I close the door behind me. At this point I have a decision to make, do I make myself something to drink to try and calm myself or do I not bother and just climb into my bed as is?

At this moment in time I decide to just get into bed and cry myself to sleep, I make sure that all the house lights are turned out and I slowly trudge my way to my room. I take my jacket off and throw it onto the chair that sits in the corner of my room, the rest of my clothes stay as I just can't be bothered to remove them. I climb into bed still sobbing; I pull the covers over me and slowly drift off to sleep.

X

I wake up the following morning; I slowly climb out of bed and head to the bathroom to empty my screaming bladder. As I take care of business I stare at myself in the full length wall mounted mirror, I can clearly see the tracks of my tears from the previous night. I know that I have to work today and so because I work via a webcam and an internet link I need to shower and make my fur look at least some way respectable.

I turn on the shower and slowly remove my clothes, with them ditched I dump them into the laundry hamper that sits next to the vanity cupboard, once the shower is ready I slowly climb in and begin to get myself clean.

As I shower my mind again fills with images of him, this time though I have a voice to go along with those images, the combination of voice and image causes an even quicker reaction down below, I lean against the shower wall and take my cock into my hoofed hand, seconds later I have a raging foot long shaft with a five inch flare.

I continue to pump myself so that I can get rid of this unwanted boner, why is it unwanted you may ask, well it is unwanted because I need the reality of another male doing it for me, preferably a chestnut brown hard working Stallion.

I snicker to myself.

"Who am I kidding? I have as much chance of getting into his pants as I have of flying to the moon"

I quickly finish myself off and allow the contents of my sack to disappear down the drain before I turn the shower off and step out of the stall. I wrap a towel around my waist and then head back to my room, once there I dry myself off and then dress in my formal attire ready to begin the job that pays my bills, when you really think about it my job is really ironic, you see I have a chat room which furs use when they need someone to chat to, or when they are depressed, I suppose you could call me an Agony Horse, yeah, I'm actually paid by a company to listen to others as they spew their inner feelings out to me, I guess you could say that it is a case of Doctor heal thy self.

I have a little black box sat beside my computer that tells me when I have a customer waiting, at the moment it seems that no one is in need of my services and so I sit and stare out of my bedroom window.

Damn it all to hell, he is there again, still at work with the fence that he is building, I know that it is a fence to keep livestock safe, but in a way it is also acting as a fence between me and the one that I lust after, oh sure a Horse like me could jump the fence in one easy bound, but that will not earn me many friends.

I have lived in this village all of my life, I used to be a local delivery driver, but then six years ago we got brought into the 21st century when an internet provider connected us to its huge system, so now any deliveries that are made come from further afield and so the job of the local delivery driver died along with some other village life traditions.

So the very thing that cost me my livelihood now provides me with a new livelihood. I continue to stare at the object of my desire until out of the corner of my eye I notice that I have someone wanting to chat.

I turn away from the window and then put my headset and microphone on, I then activate my webcam and I begin my session with the caller.

My chat sessions are of course completely confidential, but I have found that I need to be open minded, there is no topic that is on the black list as it were, though there are some which really do turn me off and in those conversations I just nod, listen and agree in what I deem to be the right places.

This particular chat though is pretty standard, a female Wolf who has just lost her mate of twenty years through illness, these are the kinds of chats that I excel in, and after three hours she seems a lot more happy and settled in herself, I tell her that should she need any more help that I am just a click away, with that done I end the session.

I check my box and find that it is silent again; well I guess I may as well grab myself some lunch before I get another lonely heart needing to be rescued.

I put my status as busy so that folks will know that I am currently unavailable, I head downstairs and into the kitchen, I make myself a sandwich and grab a cold can of cider from the fridge. That is the one thing about the job that I do that most others do not have, I can drink the odd occasional can of cider while at work, I don't do it very often but today is an exceptionally warm day.

I take my can and my sandwich outside where there is a table and chairs set up with a parasol for shade, I look at my watch and see that it is 1pm, I always allow myself an hour for lunch, though this is the first time in quite a while that I have decided to sit out at the table.

My choice of chair though could have been better, I sit in a chair that is facing the field and him, he is now a little further in the distance and so I can't see him as well as I could first thing this morning, I let out a gentle sigh and then do my best to look away from him, I figure that there is no point in wanting what I cannot have.

X

With my lunch hour complete I head back indoors, I put the empty can into the recycling bin and the plate into the dishwasher; I then collect a cold can of soda from the fridge and head back up to my room where I notice that I have another caller waiting patiently for me.

I change my status back to available and again I don my headset and microphone, I am now ready for the afternoon session. Six o'clock soon arrives and I begin to wind down my chat with my final customer, come five past six I close the office chat room and activate my personal skype account, ten minutes later I close that one down too and head down to the kitchen to make myself some dinner.

I look through the various cupboards and find nothing that looks particularly appetising, and so I set the dishwasher into action and decide that I will try my luck at getting something to eat at the pub, yes I know its lazy but hey, I don't have to cook it and I don't have to do the washing up, so for me tonight it seems like a winner.