Howdy
Just a little fanfic for my buddy, he loves himself some horsies
Featuring Thirty Thirty, from bravestar
"Howdy"
It wasn't an uncommon greeting. It was downright neighbourly too. You'd spend your last bit of wealth on a kind greeting if you knew what was really good for you.
"Howdy"
The greeted turned head, flashing a rogue smile. The air was thick with humidity still; those blasted three suns never gave up. New Texas was as it always was, quiet but still buzzling under the ground of business conduction, salutations shared and trying to find the next drop of water that wasn't tied up. People walked about, mixed as it was, none of them really paying any true mind to anyone else's business. They came or ran when the ruckus started, but lived on otherwise.
"You're a strange sight to see"
Tall Thirty Thirty stood at full his stride and height, bionic limbs clenching and relaxing in a way you wouldn't expect machinery to do. The infamous Sara wasn't at his side, which meant he wasn't on duty as it seemed. His mane rested all the way down and along his sinewy neck and back, its thick untamed volume, with not a draft to blow it into motion. The silvery polished gleam of his limbs and mane melted into the cobalt blue coat that sported his build physique. You heard the tales and whispers coming into New Texas. The tales of Bravestar and his equine companion always at the side, ready to fire. Such tales brought to the mind impossibly strong features that now seemed to all check out. They didn't, however, paint the softs of his eyes in deeper blues rather than steaming red. He stood proud, unafraid, determined and fearless, even to the common folk he now faced.
"You reckon? How so?"
"I don't see many other of my kind anymore" Thirty-Thirty gave a soft neigh as he talked, his interest clearly perked
"Oh shucks, I ain't none of your kind Thirty-Thirty"
"You ain't? What in blazes are ya then?" Thirty shot back, confused but still perked, his little head antenna erect in the air almost pointlessly as he leaned against a post, his hand sliding up its length as he leaned closer to it in comfort.
"Just a stranger" was the casual reply. The figure was lounging against the wall of a saloon. You could hear the commotion inside. Singing, dancing, cards, possible knife threats, troubles being drowned one glass at a time as fast the wallet could hold it. In the doorway there were already two men not so subtly trying to get a barmaid into other activities. The stranger tipped his hat upward in a single motion, and under it the distinguished face of a horse stood out. By coat and colour schemes alone, you'd swear the two equines were related, the stranger horse just a brighter shade of blue to cover his body all round. A glance wasn't enough to see the much more restrained single buzzed cut of a mane running down his neck with his blue coat colours meshing into the manes' predominate white. The limbs were natural and organic, the bright blue coat showing freely, as the only thing the horse stranger had on was a loose fitting open sleeve coat that was not buttoned up, with bottoms tucked into some casual long legged pants. All brown themed clothing that just highlighted his coat's sheen. No boots and the azure coat stuck out from the bottoms, covering up his hooves mostly. His legs were crossed over one another in the lean, and his tail was just visible between the gap that showed, still pressed against the wall, the same whites of his mane. A nicely layered slab of sinew, no doubt from the hard sorts of labours, defined the stallion's frame. It didn't have the girth of Thirty Thirty's augmentations, but sure was enough to catch the naked eye.
"Just a stranger" Thirty rolled the words off his tongue in deep contemplation, leaning a little further into the post and then up at the sky. He could still feel the heat but the later evening was dawning on them. It would explain the ruckus inside the saloon. Night time was a time to throw all you worked for during the day to the ground in search of a selfish pleasure, whatever it may be, like fun and even sleep. "Where you from, stranger"
"Earth"
"Earth? They don't have horses of your stature down there"
"They didn't used to." The stranger's ears flicked idly from the holes in the hat as he gazed to the side "Been working on new science these days. People like me came from it. Wanted to make better workers they did."
"Humans" Thirty looked off to the side as well, trying to find what the stranger found so damn interesting to not look him in the eyes.
"Eeyep" the stranger nodded solemnly and tipped the hat down again just for a second in courteous greeting "...Name's Steed"
Thirty gave a little smirking chortle "They gave you that name?"
"Whatever life I had before the change is shot" Steed shook his head slowly "Can't remember any of it besides what they told me about it. Ma old name was Malcom."
"Malcom ain't too bad"
"They insisted. I was the first ya see" Steed shrugged and looked up at what was dripping on his hat. As long as it wasn't piss he wouldn't get miffed. He shuffled a bit to the side, and Thirty adjusted his lean for comfort. "Scientists and their fancy project names."
"Mmm" Thirty casted his eyes down at the ground below "So why here?"
"Had to pick somewhere to go. Figure I'd go somewhere that sounded safe first."
Thirty laughed again and spat lightly "Here? Safe? Ain't a day I'm not chasing varmints outta here or whatever else is on this planet."
"Ain't chasin them now though." Steed remarked, keeping a friendly interested smile over his lips. He certainly looked like he felt safe, hands tucked neat at his pant pockets without a care.
"Ai, gotta hunker down sometimes after all. Ol' Bravestar's gone and had ta do a scouting job this week. Left me behind to keep the planet up to scratch, and I tell ya I could use that steam outta me by now what with all that's been going on." A small burst of steam huffed out the cybernetic equine's nose. He did look tired at glance, but up for action at the split second notice.
"Going for a drink?" the smile was toothy too, neat set of probably genetically polished teeth.
"Considerin it." Thirty snorted again. "Ain't too much to catch up to round here sometimes."
"Mmm" Steed ran a paw through the backer part of his mane to fluffy some of the heat out "Don't supposed you'd entertain a strangers company much then."
Thirty fixed the other stallion with a glance. The eyes barely moved but they summed up more or less what thirty had been looking to see. He returned the earnest smile in turn, perked and interested "That depends stranger." He leaned off the wooden beam, his sturdy arm flexing notably in the effort. "What kind of entertainment you looking for on this dust rock."
"Well, I'm pretty fresh air on this dust rock." Steed straightened himself up away from the wall, standing perfectly in posture, confident, chest out. "It'd be swell if I could have a little show of what it's got going for it."
"That ain't much stranger." Thirty chuckled to himself, having found himself in the habit of calling the other stranger regardless. It somehow just felt more fitting. "There's a couple sights though, I wager."
"So you'll show me about?"
"Mmm" Thirty licked his drying lips "Get me a drink and I'll see what we can do about that."
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Thirty was licking his lips again. They weren't dry, far from it. With another pair on them how could they be? Sturdy, comfortable hands held him around the waist as tongue and lip continued to press on his insistently, met only with equal effort and gusto. The warm breath of another steamed on his muzzle, but he couldn't see it. He liked to kiss eyes closed.
The room they'd hastily snagged wasn't much, but it didn't matter. It had a floor, that's all they really needed. At the time they barely took up any space, meshed against one another like hot melted iron. Head tilted, his fingertips brushed along the back of the only partial covering jacket, right at the bottom in a convenient spot to yank it off from. Shoulders rolled at the parting of the lips, and he acted on it, pulling the cloth off the top of the other in a quick motion. He threw it aside like it was poison and ran his fingers right back into the back of the other, clutching the fur securely as he pulled the other into another thick lip lock.
Steed barely flinched at the disrobe, his dived back with equal abandon, his paws coming up from the hips to grab at the thick flowing mane of the other male, pulling the head closer by the neck. Thick broad tongues danced around the other like cobras constricting for dear life, loud lip smacks sounding out the lust in their world.
Their eyes opened, and gazes met. The kiss parted slowly, with a few stray nibbles here and there along the edges. Words formed "You organic or metallic down there?"
Thirty laughed good naturedly "Your welcome ta check for yourself stranger."
Steed's gaze went below the belt quick. His muzzle dipped and nibbled at the other's neck playfully for a moment. He heard a low mur, but wasn't near enough a response he wanted to hear. It dipped further, down the neck and to the firm furred chest. His paws spread out, exploring themselves at whim along the arms, feeling the metal feel more fleshy than he would have expect and pleasantly surprised at it. He couldn't resist giving the firm limbs squeezes of admiration as his lips pressed onto the pecs. His tongue never retreating inside, it groomed its way down the fur leisurely. The taste of a man was always pleasant on the tongue, the faint sweat mattered musk already thick at his nostrils as he began to chew on a perked nipple. The mur got louder, ringing from the other male's chest in a pleased thrill.
"Sure can take your time can't you stranger." Thirty murmured down at the muzzle, and leaned in to playfully nibble on the ears with over familiarity. His stance relaxed and tensed as he enjoyed the touches at his bared flesh.
"Making sure whatever meat or metal's down there is awake when I get to it" Came the reply, a paw sliding from the back to a vacant pec, groping at it and rubbing the tongue wetted nipple with his thumb as his lips switched to the other one, suckling around it. They both hardened quick at the contact, long enjoying murrs the only sound he could hear anymore. The drinking and noise below was gone from his life. All he heard was the stallion chewing on his ears, as he licked lower to the defined abs. He traced the muscle against his tongue tip with a grin, a fun predictable little maze. Paws slid down again, gripping the synthetic legs now, pressing into the inner thighs as they contracted.
His tongue made little looping swirls around the navel, as his paws came up just some inches further, brushing past the toned compacted rump before one came forward to the crotch. He found a bump, and pressed on it, running it against the fabric of its prison. Soft whinnies of pleasure left Thirty as he watched the other stallion go at lengths to build him up. The bump turned into a hill after enough coaxing was had. "It don't feel metal"
"Does any of me?"
Well...It was true.
Thirty rolled his broad shoulders and hooked the straps of his clothes at his thumbs, pulling them loose to their sides and rolling those shoulders again to work them off. Steed's hands on the side of the small garment kept it from dropping outright. The paws clutched tight, groping the ass and the bump. He grinned and leaned in, licking a wet patch onto the front, feeling the outline of a member twitch against the rough fabric. He grabbed the front and weighted it against his grip. It certainly felt like it lived up to horse anatomy, Steed mused to himself as he grinningly licked. He looked up at the other stallion looking down at him. His muzzle was mixed in a smile of pleasure, gentle concentrated eyes on the movements of a tongue.
Steed's paws loosened as Thirty's hand grabbed the back of his head, the dirty red shorts dropped down and forgotten. He whistled "Nature was kind." He reached a hand up and traced the flat horse tip around its edges, feeling a little shudder against his fingertips. He gripped it around the base, the length itself seeming to be at full attention already, and presses it backward against its owner's body. He licked at the base, rolling his tongue around the bottom of the meat. It was long enough for the tip to reach beyond the fuzzy firm tummy of the stallion when held up, just about fitting in the grip of another. It flared at attention, blotched in thick brown spots. It took a few drawn out seconds for Steed to lick a straight line up from base to tip and make the other groan in anticipation. His mouth closed round the tip, flicking over the slit in quick teasing motions.
Thirty's hand head sturdy on the neck of his new friend, not pushing but not letting it back away from his hot pulsing cock. He closed his eyes again, letting the feeling of a warm tightening maw sink slowly over his breeder. His tail flicked behind him in excitement as he stopped his hips from bucking right away. It pulled back, flicked ruthlessly at his tip again and dove for more, starting a slow eased bobbing. Each bob brought more of his meat under the wet hugging coil of that tongue and his throat filled with soft neighs of pleasure.
Steed was just about to really get himself in the mood for it, when the hand yanked him off the breeder. He looked up in question, but Thirty was still smiling that happy relaxed smile. "Lay back stranger. Them pants look might tight now."
Steed smiled back and gave the meat a few more teasing stray licks around it's upper length, and stood up from his knees "You don't want me to finish?" he asked as he took steps backward.
Thirty advanced where he backed, a strong confident sexy stride as his member still stood stiff and wet "Wouldn't be neighbourly if I didn't bring the cup of sugar back when I borrowed some." He said with a little chuckle at his silly description. His paw reached out and pushed the other stallion back firm onto the bed behind him. It reached down ad tugged at his meat "Let's see it then."
Steed wasn't sure what it was about the aggressively submissive nature but it wasn't doing much to stop the twitching in his pants stop. In full view of the stroking stallion he opened his legs up and unbuttoned his pants, the bulging showing clearly against the jockstrap he wore under as it came into view. He shuffled and kicked out of his pants and leaned a little more back onto the bed with a hand, showing his physique off more and was met with an appreciative murr. The free paw came sliding down from his frame to his jewels, pulling the strap down for his cock to bounce out into view, only hiding the sack now. Thirty raised a brow, but his grin curved more to the edges "So the fancy genetics work everywhere after all?"
Steed laughed as he looked down at his pecker with shameful pride. He made it sound like it had been a dick enlargement exercise. "Guess so." His was more or less the same standing as his partner's, perhaps just a little less girth with much more hot un-blotched flesh showing. Thirty got to his metallic knees in a swift motion, his paws kneeling on either side of the bed as he scanned the meat in front of him with his eyes. He absentmindedly reached up and took the antenna fastened to his forehead out of his mane. His partner questioned it but he just replied "Don't' want the damned thing stabbing your gut. Sides, I'm off duty."
He didn't give Steed much time to mull over it. Not seconds later the stallion moaned loud as lips closed around his flared tip. Thirty didn't tease like he had, he went right in for the kill, rash and impatient as he was. The sitting stallion had to take a few moments just to brace himself on the bed, leaning back more comfortably and opening up his legs for access.
Thirty was ruthless, such a perfect kind of ruthless that never stopped coming even if he'd wanted it to stop. His tongue was broader than his own, and fitted around his member like wet warm glove. He took as much as he could swallow into his long maw with each stride, slobbering over the meat like it was the last meat he'd ever have. When he sucked, that tongue traced and flicked around the base and coiled around the hot cock in his maw before pulling off and sucking tight as he did. Steed moaned louder, his cock twitching in the hot tight maw as he closed his eyes in turn and gripped a head of the other's mane. He didn't need to control it, the simple need to be touching the other came over him as he clutched at the mane. He looked down with opening eyes to watch.
Thirty huffed against the crotch, sniffing deeply with his gaze was up at his partner. He was still smiling. He smiled that sexy aroused smile around the edges of his lips. The breeder going in and out of his lips looked like it belonged that, with how pleased Thirty looked. The submissive glint in his eyes spoke of how cock hungry the big cyber stallion was as he gripped the sheets and the brighter stallion's thigh with need. His slurps were audible, punctuating each suck and following the moans as he rumbled over it.
"Hot...dammit..." Steed murmured as he let his back hit the bed, hiking his hips up higher to push at the other's maw. Thirty shuffled closer to the bed, gripping the thigh tighter as his maw popped off the cock. He'd tasted pre on his tongue, he knew that taste anywhere and knew he wanted more. The paw on the sheets loosened and grabbed up Steed's dick, gripping it tight on one side and caressing the hot wet flesh encouragingly, as his tongue found joy in slowly licking up and down the length on the other side like any lollipop worth enjoying. He felt the other male's legs shudder and shake, stroking them as he got his pride, slowly milking dribbles to drops of pre out the flared tip. He flicked over it quickly, catching every strand before it dripped down. Down below his own cock jumped between his legs, too horny to need a touch while his tail swaying playfully on the ground.
Steed kept watching him, that hungry happy look as he toyed and feed himself milk and meat, his eyes hypnotised by his prize in grip. When he took the meat right back into his maw, the rumbling murrs vibrated off his tongue that pleasured them both . Steed's maw suddenly felt empty, dry. The realisation he could be doing more for his stud of a partner struck up in the sweet ecstasy, and he called out after one suck ran right over the underside of his tip, making him whiney "Nng...Swing your cock up here partner."
At first it didn't sound like Thirty even heard him. It took a few good seconds for Thirty to fix Steed with a focused glance, licking the tip in broad licks "Ya don't have ta-" He started saying, but Steed tugged on his mane.
"Get your damn dick up here and use this damn maw of mine." He grinned at the other "You ain't the only hungry fella here." Thirty blinked a second but straightened up to look at the other stallion sprawled out bare on the bed. Steed noticed the admiring gaze and again put on a little inviting show, stroking his front and dick alluringly "C'mon partner. Saddle up n' let's finish proper."
Thirty fixed the pleasant smile back on his face and settled himself on the bed, besides his new lover. His legs went up to the pillow side and opened up best they could at the sideways angle, presenting his forgotten member to his partner again. His arms hugged and griped the other closer to him as Steed adjusted himself to the same sideway lay. Thirty kissed the few globs of pre that had formed away and winked down at his partner "Bet I can hold longer than you stranger."
"The way you been treating me I don't doubt it!" Steed retorted jokingly and slammed his maw into the other's crotch. The cock had cooled a bit in the night air but was still wet and pulsing. He savoured the taste again as Thirty let out a long dragged out moan of pleasure that sung in his ears, as well as a playfully frustrated "No fair." He sucked his prized meat back into his maw, again making a habit of slurping just under and over the tip as he bobbed.
They were stuck on one another, no way to express their deep pleasure besides for thick grumbling muffed moans and doubling eagerness. The race to release had started and Steed knew already he was going to lose. His balls were already seizing up and getting ready to burst. He didn't have time to care not did he want to, his senses already on fire and ever nerve end crying for more. For seconds, seemingly minutes his life had no other meaning than pleasuring the other studly stallion in his grip, at the mercy of his tongue and maw just as much as the other was to him. The thick smell of rutting hung around the room as their maws worked, the slurping sounds getting louder to replace the usual sound of a creaking bed. Their tails swayed erratically, their muscles tensing and relaxing one after another as they pushed the tips down to the throat.
Steed's body seized up as he sucked down hard on the dick in his maw, gripping the other male tight as he let out a long heavy muffled neigh of realise. His hips started to buck wildly in need that Thirty was able to welcome just as easily. He knew what was coming, and he wanted it. As he felt the last desperate twitch, his maw withdrew and closed around the tip, letting the warm sticky torrents of man milk start to flood in his waiting maw. His tongue lashed at the tip as he spewed and emptied, drinking it all with a giddy whiney, taking deep sniffs of his partners musk as he did to drug himself further in the mood. Little ropes of cum painted around his lips but the majority of it was swallowed, eagerly sucked and milked out.
Thirty grinned down at his panting partner. He panted over the cock still clenched tightly in maw. He didn't pull the meat back in, he idly licked the spent member around the flared up tip "I win" he murmured down cockily. Steed didn't reply, and Thirty wasn't allowed another retort. His legs opened up just a little more, to accommodate the vastly doubled up effort of his lover, murring pleasantly against the tip before him as he felt his own being ravaged. He bucked a bit into the bobs, not wanting to keep his lover waiting. His strong hips rocked in time with the sucks, tail spraying around his behind, all the while his soft licks on the tip continued and left him sounding out his pleasure louder each time.
Steed's maw smothered it with clear cut affection in every bit it could grind over. He had the cyber stallion to limits in only mere moments more. When it came, he didn't draw back, but let the other enjoy the full pleasure of cumming balls deep in him. Thirty neighed a loud groaning, unrestrained moan of ecstasy and bucked his final time, torrents of his seed forth into the waiting maw. Steed spluttered just a bit on it, but determinedly swallowed as much as he could take, dribbles of cum dripping out his maw. He emptied freely, hips shuddering at the effort, and then came to a halt. They laid there together, panting against another male's junk. The hot night air and each other had gotten them both sweating through their coats, still gripping each other with fierce intimacy and longing.
"...You ain't softenin" Came Thirty's first words after the brew afterglow of silence, and licked his lips to clean his messy maw.
"The hell you...expect me to when you keep licking the damn thing." Steed's reply was quick, with joking arrogance "You're not one to talk either."
Thirty chuckled, a tired but happy laugh. The laugh didn't sound sated however. "So I ain't."
Another short silence to mull the words, the situation, the time spent together, time that could still be spend as such. Steed nuzzled the still hardened up cock before him. He mused when last the stallion had had a good lay and sat up, laying back down to face Thirty instead. He huddled close and hugged the stallion to him around the neck. "Still got work to do then I wager."
"Ai" Thirty nodded, and mimicked the hugging arm around neck, he stroked the back as their two bodies pressed up against one another, breeders meeting "Not one for tail raisin?"
"Mmm...not tonight. Maybe after you got me another drink." Steed murmured, the free paw snaking down just as Thirty's did. They grabbed at each other's member, caught again on each other like symmetry "You still got time ta spare?"
"Heck I been aching for this company. Ain't passing it up just yet" said Thirty, a soft whiny at the renewed touch to his nether region. His own grip tightened, pumping slowly along wet heavy sucked dick at hand, rubbing the spit and cum along the length. Steed moaned and ducked his head into the other's chest as his own paw kicked into gear, starting up a quick jerking motion against the hefty breeder. He trapped his lips around a nipple and suckled obediently, listening to the other moan for him in that deep tone steeped in desire.
Tied together by force again, the two stallions steadily and slowly worked on one another's throbbing erections. Thirty rested his head over Steed's as his chest was slowly lapped and suckled on, fondly nibbling an ear again. Their junks were close by, separated mostly just by each other's jerking grip as they took long full pumping strokes of each other from ball to tip.
Steed murred into the chest happily, lapping up the sweat the events and humid air had brought out of his companion, letting each nipple harden under his tongue before letting them sit, and sucking back onto them. His hips bucked spastically into the strokes playfully, Thirty's paw more than enough to glove his cock nicely in a full massage. He let his fingertips drag along the open hot flesh, eliciting moans where he played as Steed's lips danced on his broad love deprived chest.
Thirty leaned lower, and nuzzled at the other's maw. Steed looked up and lifted it fractions, only to meet a hungry kiss. Each produced a sounding 'Mmmmm' as Thirty locked their lips together again. They tasted one another, themselves and their partner's seed mixing together, there essences fusing as one as one tongue tugged at the other. It grew sloppy, unrestrained as they ate at each other passionately, muzzles tilting to deepen their efforts.
The tongue action had sped up their paws, first Thirty's then Steeds. Their strokes became more erratic, more powerful, more driven to please and get the other stallion spilling a new load. Their kiss never stopped, parting only for pants of breath before one caught the other again selfishly. They were done speaking, both only wanting to feel and explore the other. Their paws slid effortlessly over the meat, with all the natural lubrication guiding the way, with more already dripping out in no time. The need was still there, getting more desperate by the second.
Thirty was moaning the louder of the two, his grunts, snarls and muffled aroused moans clear in the air as his lips smacked and played. So eager to cum, so eager to get another strong male to cum for him, he was perfectly lost in the sensation. They bucked together now, and Thirty could feel his limit racing for him. The shudders and shakings against his body, his chest, his member told him a mutual story. He released the member in his paw and the grip went to the other's rump, and groped there tightly as he resigned himself to humping his cock against the other in a rough randy frotting. He grinded their moist dicks together in feral humps, and parted lips to press his fore head against the other, haggardly moaning out "Steed...Cum steed...Blow wide open...for me stranger..."
Steed held his side of the action, holding the two hot dicks together in place as they frotted and rubbed, sending little jolting jocks of pleasure through him with each buck he felt and gave. Their bodies sandwiched together only gave off more heat, their balls and cock meshing like they belonged together "Agh...Together...let's...try fer-" But he was too late. His partner roared against him as he felt his own climax bust. Thick ropes of Thirty's seed guzzled out from his partially full sack, spraying onto Steed's cock and chest as his orgasm blew and coated the other in his own. They gripped tight, shivering in bliss for seconds as all their energy when to marking on another with seed.
The second silence of afterglow struck the air. Nothing but hot panting stallions messily covered in man milk. Muzzles close, they looked tiredly into each other's eyes. Both managed a satisfied grin, and made no other sudden movements. Thirty didn't mind, rest would do him good. Steed didn't feel the need to wander on as bad as he had days before. He only wanted to cling onto the male before him.
Seconds, moments went by, and for two males laying heaped on a bed on New Texas cuddling tightly together, the galaxy was at peace.
~
Some one or two hours passed that night. Cleaned from a joint and most refreshing shower, both stallions stepped out from the washroom, towels throw in the hamper. No need to hide anything from view really at that point. Their wet manes stuck to their necks in a way that was till rather attractive.
"So..." Thirty started up, idly looking for the straps to his clothes "...You moving on to another planet? You sounded like a tumble weed of a guy."
Steed found his hat on a door hook, and slowly picked up his pants "I might...ain't sure yet."
"Ai" Came the response, as he calmly pulled the straps over his broad shoulders, and grabbed for his signal antenna. His voice sounded distanced, but not unwarm.
"...I hadn't really thought of a real plan yet" Steed said, glancing out the open window that they barely even noticed before. "Honestly can't tell ya"
Thirty Thirty nodded. He understood that. A man had to find what he called home.
"Though...New Texas sure does sound like a swell place to hunker down on for a while." Steed pulled his jacket around his back and tipped his hat up, keeping his face in full view "Might go n see if there's work I can do round here or nearby to make a living."
"I planned on leaving town in about two days..." Steed walked up to the other, the room a little darker than it had been before, or had everything just been brighter when pressed against that greyish blue fur "But I reckon I'll come back here ta visit in no time. People are mighty hospitable here."
Thirty smiled lazily and snorted as Steed closed in, pressing a kiss to his snout. Truth be told he wouldn't have minded to occupy the bed for the night, but he couldn't stay there, not when he needed to do another roundup job tomorrow morning and he'd get yelled at if he was late. They left the establishment, the place still alive with last minute calls of fun, and faced each other in the street outside. There was no wind but Thirty felt the lingering cooling caress of a wet paw stroking his fur still, and it calmed his sentence to a comfy mellow. Steed topped his hat in greeting "Best make tracks for my accommodation." and started backing away "Maybe next time we cross paths we can spent more time together"
Thirty chuckled and waved "I'll keep my eyes open for ya, Stranger"
~FIN~