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This was where he belonged. His heart and soul felt truly linked with the land and nothing could draw him from it's pull.He'd been working out near the military fort for some time now, about six years if he counted right. Six years of wrangling horses, protecting the herd from thieves, and keeping an eye on the numbers. \n\n\n84 heads currently ran with the wind, and about fourteen more were on their way come spring. He smiled, and withdrew a pair of binoculars from a side pocket. After adjusting them to his distance from the group, he slowly scanned the mass of equines for one in particular. It only took him a couple seconds too, as the mare he sought out was at the head of the herd. \n\nHer name was Rain. \n\nHer pristine painted coat shimmered in the noon day sun, and her mane whipped around in the wind as she through her head back and cried out to the heavens above in joy. Jeremy kept the binoculars locked onto that horse until hiseyes began to hurt from the pressure. He reluctantly removed them and slouched forward, using his arms on the horizontal post to keep himself from falling. \n\nRain had once been owned by the nearby native american settlements, but she'd been set free to roam with the wild horses after an apparent stallion caught her eye. He was a buckskin, a powerful stallion that had given the military a run for their money, as well as their lives a few times. \n\nAnd he was right next to Rain the whole way too. Jeremy had witnessed them together a couple times, and seen the love they held for one another.\n\nAnd he envied that. he wanted to be there, next to Rain....or behind her, whichever scenario came first, he'd take it. Sadly, being a militia soldier, he had to guard the border, and the horses rarely ever came this close to the fence line. SUre, a few times they'd grazed close enough for his binoculars to be unnecessary, but never close enough to touch, to smell, to feel.\n\nRain was the epitome of all of Jeremy's desires, she was a horse, she was a female, and she had a beauty no woman had ever matched. Her long mane and tail probably felt like silk, and her coat shimmered like water was always splashing across her body. She was his goal, his drive, and his purpose. \n\nEvery purpose has it's barriers though, and he clenched his fists and banged them onto the fence line.\n\n\"Oooh what I would GIVE to be near her right now!\" Jeremy expelled the words from his mouth with an inward groan, lifting himself back up into a proper soldier stance, he tried to calm himself down. It wouldn't do to linger on what could be, lest he lose himself and get ambushed by natives. \n\nThey weren't bad persay, just rough. They liked their space and didn't tolerate trespassers. The fact that the military had taken over the herd was enough to send them into land disputes, but Jeremy had only had a few skirmishes with them, and thankfully, no one had died.\n\nyet.\n\nThe thundering of hooves brought Jeremy out of his frustrated thoughts and he pivoted around smartly. A trio of horses was riding towards him from the fort. \n\nPlease don't be the marshal, please don't be the marshal! Jeremy inwardly cringed. The marshal tended to make rides out to each post, personally verifying that the stationed guards were doing their jobs correctly. He also would make sure no one knew when he was arriving or how many times he'd check up on them. \n\nIt kept him on his toes for a time, always unsure if he was being watched from afar. \n\nTo his relief, it was not the marshal, merely the mail pony service. Regardless of who was showing up, it made Jeremy blink in confusion. He had never received mail before while out here. His family was small, he had his Ma and PA, but they were up in the bigger cities up north. To pay for a mail service was mighty expensive, and he knew for a fact he did not have the funds saved to send a reply. \n\nThe horses all trotted up to him, within four feet. The lead rider, sporting a mail servicemen's outfit and tack looked jeremy up and down with a curious eye, readjusting his horse so the colt stood at a slight slant.\n\n\"Are you Private Smoot?\" The soldier asked. His other two partners chuckled briefly at the name, and Jeremy pursed his lips and nodded. After rummaging in his saddle bags, the man pulled out three letters. Jeremy stared at them. \n\nThree letters? Who had sent him three letters!? He couldn't even pay for one reply, let alone a second or third! \n\n\"These came in the mail for you not two hours ago. When you get back to base, please inform the carrier there if you have a reply to send back and they will make sure it gets home. Carry on soldier. HUH!\"\n\nWith a firm nudge of his spurs, the horse under him took off at a run, and his two partners fallowed, yelling out their own sounds of enjoyment. Jeremy's eyes watched them from the rear, his eyes watching them as they vanished over the hills and out of sight. \n\nWhat he'd give to go for a ride right about now, anything to break up the monotony. \n\nThen everything came back to focus and he stared down at the letters in confusion and curiosity. Each address was the same, meaning they'd all been sent by the same person. That at least made any replies he'd need to give easier on the carrier, but no easier on his savings. Apparently though, the letters came from the fort, and the made Jeremy crease his brow. Why wouls someone send him letters from the place he lived at? That made no sense.\n\nSlinging his rifle over his right shoulder, he tore open the first one and pulled out a small slip of paper. Immediately after seeing the paper's condition, red flags shot off in his head. This wasn't military paper, and it wasn't from the city. No., this came from the native american tribe village. \n\nHe flipped it over and found two sentences on the back.\n\n--My name Chief Little Creek. I want to meet you and talk.\n\nJeremy momentarily froze up and his breath vanished into his chest. The chief of their tribe wanted to talk to him!? WHY!? For what reason!?\n\nThen a though hit him. What if this was a trick? a ploy? a trap? Did they know about his position and figured it might be the closest to ambush? Or...Or were they actually not planning anything? Was Jeremy over thinking it? He made sure to take a deep breath and attempt relaxing, before he pocketed the first slip and opened the second. It only had one sentence, and it made his heart thud faster.\n\n--We know you like Rain. We feel it. She feels it. The land feels it.\n\nJeremy let out his breath, \"w-what? They...How do they know I...like...\" his words died as he re-read it.\n\n--She feels it.\n\nJeremy felt sweat bead down his cheek and he swiped it away. \"O-okay that is...weird...How does she, I mean Rain, know I like her....Can a horse even do that?\" He tilted his militia cap up a bit and turned around, facing the rolling plains. His eyes scanned for the herd but they were currently in a large swath of trees to the left of his post. It was an ancient forest that actually was becoming problematic for him. He was told to keep an eye on the herd at all times, and that path of woodlands blocked his view of them every time they went around it or through it.\n\nhe opened the third letter.\n\n--I am at the edge of the fence, eighty five posts down, come talk in peace. No weapons. Talk to the trees when you arrive. I will appear.\n\nJeremy froze. Somewhere near him, was a native american that had been there since he'd arrived. That was the scary thing about them. Native Americans were very attuned to the land. They could shape it to make homes without disrupting the terrain. They could hunt and not destroy ecosystems. They were capable of connecting with nature on a level Jeremy very much envied. he'd seen wild horse trot right up to them and they would simple mount the animal, and ride away like they'd been friends for years. Jeremy glanced down at the second note and his hand trembled nervously.\n\n\"Maybe they really are friends, if they can tell how a horse feels....\" He mumbled, and began walking down the fence line. Each post he counted made his heart hammer slightly harder. Each tenth digit he reached made him question whether he was walking right into death's hands. After twenty seconds of walking, he took his gun, his knife, and his bullets and set them against the nearest post. he sucked in his breath, puffed out his chest, and began walking more. \n\n44, 45,46,47. Each post went by him like it was crawling past him, and he did not like that. Was he even walking? he paused and looked at the nearing tree line. Instead of building the fence through the woods, the military had built it around the woods, so at one point, someone could stand right next the fence, and have a Douglas fir tree right at their back too.\n\n66,67,68,69,70. He stopped again and looked back at his weapons, but found he could not see them anymore, the grass had obscured their position. That only made him worry more, but he sucked it up and went farther. Soon he reached the eighty-fifth post and stopped, facing it. The tree line was now only twenty or so feet from him. From this point he could hear birds chirping, water from the river that was in the wood's center, and nature all around him.\n\nIt really is peaceful out here. He thought to him self. Taking a breath of fresh air, he smelled the thick scent of the forest as it wafted through his nostrils. He smiled lightly and tampered down his worry. Cupping his hands to his mouth, he yelled out.\n\n\"H-HELLO? Little-I mean- CHIEF Little Creek?\" it would do no good to be disrespectful on his first meeting with the guy. \n\nFor several seconds nothing happened, and Jeremy figured that would be the case. He tried again.\n\n\"I come in peace! I..I have no weapons, and I bear you no harm! I came to er, talk?\" As he spoke his confidence wittled as no reply seemed to come back but the birds, and even those had gone silent when he began talking. He sighed, and put his hands on his hips.\n\n\"Well so much for that....\" he mumbled. he was about to turn back when movement caught his eye and he froze. \n\nJust inside the treeline, were five natives. They all were shrouded by the treeline shadows, and had painted themselves to blend in. He blinked, looked again, and when they were still there, he chuckled, and waved to them.\n\n\"Heh, well...You sure do know how to hide your presence! Jeez, almost made me think i was....going...\" he fell silent when they stepped out into the sun. \n\nAll of them were frowning at him.\n\nHe slowly lowered his hand, another bead of sweat trickled down his neck and he took a side step back.\n\n\"Uh...I, sorry if I offended you?\" \n\nHe expected them to say something. He expected them to keep frowning. He expected them to act violently towards him. One could imagine the surprise that sprang across his face when a booming laughter echoed from behind them, and shorter, stronger build man entered into the sun. He was wearing a ceremonial head dress with eagle feathers, and had an outfit that clearly screamed \"leader\" to Jeremy.\n\nreflexively, eremy stood at attention and saluted to the man. While all of the other natives raised their brows and chuckled quietly, the chief smiled and put his arms out.\n\n\"Be not afraid, friend. We are not here to fight, but to speak. Please, may we come closer?\" The chief, Little Creek, held out his hand, palm up with his fingers slightly curled. It was a sign of friendship, a hand shake of sorts. \n\nFor a moment Jeremy wasn't sure how to react. He'd never trained for something like this. This scenario was for diplomats and politicians, not soldiers.\n\n\"Uuuhm, yes?\" he spoke nervously, his salute faltered, and then he relaxed and lowered his arm completely. The chief nodded to the other men, who nodded back and then followed the chief over to Jeremy. When they were within chatting distance, the chief took a moment to remove his head dress. Jeremy watched, as did the others as the man set the royal head gear on the eighty-fifth post like it was a simple hat. \n\nHe then stuck out his hand. \"There, now we may speak as equals, yes?\" Cautiously, jeremy reached out and shook the man's hand, and nodded.\n\n\"Um,I guess so, sir.\" The chief's smile fell only a fraction and he sighed, looking to the ground for a moment before looking back up. \"please, while you and I talk, let us not worry about rank or title. Do not call me chief, or sir, and I will call you by your name. We speak as friends, and nothing more.\" The chief let go of Jeremy's hand and then there was a pregnat pause while both sides tried to figure out a way to begin. Jeremy was first to act.\n\n\"So! Um, I got your letters. They ....surprised me, to be honest. I did not expect to ever meet you.\" He smiled and put his hand on the back of his neck, a sign of nervousness that the other natives noted and a few grinned.\n\nThe chief chuckled. \"Understandably so, many things in life are a surprise, that is why we cherish it so. The greatest adventure we shall share is life, and we will join back together as brothers in death, when the noon sun sets forever.\" Jeremy chuckled even more nervously at the mention of death, and the chief noticed.\n\n\"Smoot, do not fear, you are not in danger right now. I come in peace and mean only to help you with your wishes.\" Jeremy blinked.\n\n\"My...wishes?\" \n\nThe chief turned and pointed to the treeline and Jeremy gasped.\n\n\"You crave her touch, her love, do you not?\" \n\nIn the treeline, just inside the shade, was Rain. She was watching the interaction with interest. her ears flicked forward and her stance relaxed. Jeremy met her eyes with his own, and she nickered lightly.\n\nMusic to my ears....he thought. The chief smiled, seeing Jeremy's far off look, and he waved Rain over.\n\n\"Come here girl, we have much to discuss.\" Jeremy never took his eyes off her as she trotted over. In the short breath of the moment, Her took her in completely. Her muscles rippling in the sunlight, her mane, flowing in a gentle breeze, her nostrils flaring as she accepted the chief's hands on her snout, and the way her eyes grew in size as she drew near Jeremy. \n\nThe chief spoke softly while petting her.\n\n\"Rain and I go far back, to a time when you men, and my men were very different. She watched as men tried to tame the very wilds she came from, and her mate, Spirit was the one to save them from this...for a time.\" He paused and gently touched her neck. She looked to the chief and then whinnied. The chief laughed as she suddenly surged forward and lunged at the fence. Jeremy was frozen as the horse ran toward him, and he couldn't move as she leaped not just over the fence, but over him as well. \n\nThe ground thundered and shook as her hooves smashed back into the earth behind him, and all Jeremy could think of, was that Rain's belly fur had been inched from the top of his head. The chief and the few with him laughed heartily as Rain pranced around and came back to the stunned man. he slowly blinked and suddenly fell back onto his rump.\n\n\"Wh-what the hell!\" he looked up and found Rain was looking down at him with an ear skewed to the side, a playful smile on her lips. The chief chuckled lightly and then leaned against the fence.\n\n\"We natives have seen, watched, and felt how you desire to be with her, Smoot, well now is your chance. We will leave you be, and you may be with her until she tires of your company. You will know that time when she leaps back over the fence.\" His face hardened.\n\n\"Do not follow, for we will be nearby and will know if you do not follow this rule. Rain is in heat, and she has made it clear she wants to help you, so we will not interfere in your actions with her, but don't break our trust by chasing her.\"\n\nAs the Natives went to leave, Jeremy found his voice and he reached out with a hand.\n\n\"Wait!\" When the chief looked back to him, Jeremy paused.\n\n\"I...W-well, HOW did you know? I've never met you or any of your men before, heck, I've never met Rain here. Yet...You knew I wanted to...to.\" The man lifted a hand and stopped Jeremy from speaking further.\n\n\"The land does not lie Smoot, we felt the truth in the grass and on the wind, and we felt it because it was strong. It moved and told us of your interests with that mare, and plus,\" he patted one of the men, who warmly smiled at Jeremy.\n\n\"you are not alone in that desire, boy, we all too have mares we lay claim too, so you will too. Now, do not tarry!\" \n\nWith that, they left and disappeared back into the shade of the trees. Jeremy waited a few more minutes, actually questioning if they were alone, but Rain broke him from his vigil by nabbing his hat and tearing it off his head.\n\n\"Hey! give that back! AHAHAH!\" He laughed, and he felt good, he ran next to her and tried to get his hat back, all the while watching Rain as she whinnied and played next to him.She trotted around him, she nibbled his neck, She teased him when he tried to pet under her tail or between her legs by constantly moving out of his grasp. Her smile was radiant, and her touch was bliss. It felt wonderful. Truly a feeling he could not put to words...well, maybe one.\n\nJeremy felt free. That freedom might not last long, but he could enjoy it while he had it. \n\nBy the end of the day, Jeremy had mated with her in more ways then he could remember, and all through it, Rain had been willing, gentle, and understanding of his actions and desires.\n\nWhen he lifted her tail up, She spread her legs for him and backed up to the fence. Letting him mate as much as he wanted.\n\nWhen he gripped her snout, she gently leaned in and locked her lips with his, connecting their love on even deeper levels.\n\nWhen he asked her for more, she gave it, be it sexual or simply holding one another.\n\nThrough out all of their love making and play, Jeremy never once felt trapped or judged, he never questioned if he was being watched or if it was wrong to love her. He just did whatever his heart said to do, and he knew that in the moment, that was okay. \n\nRain was his mare now, and she had set Jeremy free.\n\nAs the sun began to set on the horizon, Jeremy sighed while laying next to Rain in the tall grass. Her head was tucked into his lap and his head was nestled in the crook of her neck. Completely naked and totally wiped out from their day, the two ended up drifting off to sleep together.\n\nWhen Jeremy woke the next morning, Rain was gone. She'd hopped the fence and was no where to be seen. That was fine. Jeremy had had one of the best days of his life, and somehow, he knew that would NOT be the last time he saw(or touched) Rain again. Their bond was too strong for it to be a single fling. \n\nGathering up his clothes, he dressed up and wandered back to his post.\n\nOnly to find three soldiers and the Marshal waiting for him. 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Then why the heck is there a black n white eagle feather in your hat soldier?\"\n\nJeremy's eyes widened.\n\n\"Oh, Rain you sneaky mare...\" he whispered.\n\n>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>\n\nForgive me for any errors in grammar, spelling, or sentencing.\n\nFULL PIC HERE: https://e621.net/post/show/961793/anus-backlash91-balls-bestiality-blush-conditional\n","description_bbcode_parsed":"From the fence, Jeremy watched as the herd shifted and swayed over the nearby plains, and he sighed in content. This was where he belonged. His heart and soul felt truly linked with the land and nothing could draw him from it's pull.He'd been working out near the military fort for some time now, about six years if he counted right. Six years of wrangling horses, protecting the herd from thieves, and keeping an eye on the numbers.


84 heads currently ran with the wind, and about fourteen more were on their way come spring. He smiled, and withdrew a pair of binoculars from a side pocket. After adjusting them to his distance from the group, he slowly scanned the mass of equines for one in particular. It only took him a couple seconds too, as the mare he sought out was at the head of the herd.

Her name was Rain.

Her pristine painted coat shimmered in the noon day sun, and her mane whipped around in the wind as she through her head back and cried out to the heavens above in joy. Jeremy kept the binoculars locked onto that horse until hiseyes began to hurt from the pressure. He reluctantly removed them and slouched forward, using his arms on the horizontal post to keep himself from falling.

Rain had once been owned by the nearby native american settlements, but she'd been set free to roam with the wild horses after an apparent stallion caught her eye. He was a buckskin, a powerful stallion that had given the military a run for their money, as well as their lives a few times.

And he was right next to Rain the whole way too. Jeremy had witnessed them together a couple times, and seen the love they held for one another.

And he envied that. he wanted to be there, next to Rain....or behind her, whichever scenario came first, he'd take it. Sadly, being a militia soldier, he had to guard the border, and the horses rarely ever came this close to the fence line. SUre, a few times they'd grazed close enough for his binoculars to be unnecessary, but never close enough to touch, to smell, to feel.

Rain was the epitome of all of Jeremy's desires, she was a horse, she was a female, and she had a beauty no woman had ever matched. Her long mane and tail probably felt like silk, and her coat shimmered like water was always splashing across her body. She was his goal, his drive, and his purpose.

Every purpose has it's barriers though, and he clenched his fists and banged them onto the fence line.

"Oooh what I would GIVE to be near her right now!" Jeremy expelled the words from his mouth with an inward groan, lifting himself back up into a proper soldier stance, he tried to calm himself down. It wouldn't do to linger on what could be, lest he lose himself and get ambushed by natives.

They weren't bad persay, just rough. They liked their space and didn't tolerate trespassers. The fact that the military had taken over the herd was enough to send them into land disputes, but Jeremy had only had a few skirmishes with them, and thankfully, no one had died.

yet.

The thundering of hooves brought Jeremy out of his frustrated thoughts and he pivoted around smartly. A trio of horses was riding towards him from the fort.

Please don't be the marshal, please don't be the marshal! Jeremy inwardly cringed. The marshal tended to make rides out to each post, personally verifying that the stationed guards were doing their jobs correctly. He also would make sure no one knew when he was arriving or how many times he'd check up on them.

It kept him on his toes for a time, always unsure if he was being watched from afar.

To his relief, it was not the marshal, merely the mail pony service. Regardless of who was showing up, it made Jeremy blink in confusion. He had never received mail before while out here. His family was small, he had his Ma and PA, but they were up in the bigger cities up north. To pay for a mail service was mighty expensive, and he knew for a fact he did not have the funds saved to send a reply.

The horses all trotted up to him, within four feet. The lead rider, sporting a mail servicemen's outfit and tack looked jeremy up and down with a curious eye, readjusting his horse so the colt stood at a slight slant.

"Are you Private Smoot?" The soldier asked. His other two partners chuckled briefly at the name, and Jeremy pursed his lips and nodded. After rummaging in his saddle bags, the man pulled out three letters. Jeremy stared at them.

Three letters? Who had sent him three letters!? He couldn't even pay for one reply, let alone a second or third!

"These came in the mail for you not two hours ago. When you get back to base, please inform the carrier there if you have a reply to send back and they will make sure it gets home. Carry on soldier. HUH!"

With a firm nudge of his spurs, the horse under him took off at a run, and his two partners fallowed, yelling out their own sounds of enjoyment. Jeremy's eyes watched them from the rear, his eyes watching them as they vanished over the hills and out of sight.

What he'd give to go for a ride right about now, anything to break up the monotony.

Then everything came back to focus and he stared down at the letters in confusion and curiosity. Each address was the same, meaning they'd all been sent by the same person. That at least made any replies he'd need to give easier on the carrier, but no easier on his savings. Apparently though, the letters came from the fort, and the made Jeremy crease his brow. Why wouls someone send him letters from the place he lived at? That made no sense.

Slinging his rifle over his right shoulder, he tore open the first one and pulled out a small slip of paper. Immediately after seeing the paper's condition, red flags shot off in his head. This wasn't military paper, and it wasn't from the city. No., this came from the native american tribe village.

He flipped it over and found two sentences on the back.

--My name Chief Little Creek. I want to meet you and talk.

Jeremy momentarily froze up and his breath vanished into his chest. The chief of their tribe wanted to talk to him!? WHY!? For what reason!?

Then a though hit him. What if this was a trick? a ploy? a trap? Did they know about his position and figured it might be the closest to ambush? Or...Or were they actually not planning anything? Was Jeremy over thinking it? He made sure to take a deep breath and attempt relaxing, before he pocketed the first slip and opened the second. It only had one sentence, and it made his heart thud faster.

--We know you like Rain. We feel it. She feels it. The land feels it.

Jeremy let out his breath, "w-what? They...How do they know I...like..." his words died as he re-read it.

--She feels it.

Jeremy felt sweat bead down his cheek and he swiped it away. "O-okay that is...weird...How does she, I mean Rain, know I like her....Can a horse even do that?" He tilted his militia cap up a bit and turned around, facing the rolling plains. His eyes scanned for the herd but they were currently in a large swath of trees to the left of his post. It was an ancient forest that actually was becoming problematic for him. He was told to keep an eye on the herd at all times, and that path of woodlands blocked his view of them every time they went around it or through it.

he opened the third letter.

--I am at the edge of the fence, eighty five posts down, come talk in peace. No weapons. Talk to the trees when you arrive. I will appear.

Jeremy froze. Somewhere near him, was a native american that had been there since he'd arrived. That was the scary thing about them. Native Americans were very attuned to the land. They could shape it to make homes without disrupting the terrain. They could hunt and not destroy ecosystems. They were capable of connecting with nature on a level Jeremy very much envied. he'd seen wild horse trot right up to them and they would simple mount the animal, and ride away like they'd been friends for years. Jeremy glanced down at the second note and his hand trembled nervously.

"Maybe they really are friends, if they can tell how a horse feels...." He mumbled, and began walking down the fence line. Each post he counted made his heart hammer slightly harder. Each tenth digit he reached made him question whether he was walking right into death's hands. After twenty seconds of walking, he took his gun, his knife, and his bullets and set them against the nearest post. he sucked in his breath, puffed out his chest, and began walking more.

44, 45,46,47. Each post went by him like it was crawling past him, and he did not like that. Was he even walking? he paused and looked at the nearing tree line. Instead of building the fence through the woods, the military had built it around the woods, so at one point, someone could stand right next the fence, and have a Douglas fir tree right at their back too.

66,67,68,69,70. He stopped again and looked back at his weapons, but found he could not see them anymore, the grass had obscured their position. That only made him worry more, but he sucked it up and went farther. Soon he reached the eighty-fifth post and stopped, facing it. The tree line was now only twenty or so feet from him. From this point he could hear birds chirping, water from the river that was in the wood's center, and nature all around him.

It really is peaceful out here. He thought to him self. Taking a breath of fresh air, he smelled the thick scent of the forest as it wafted through his nostrils. He smiled lightly and tampered down his worry. Cupping his hands to his mouth, he yelled out.

"H-HELLO? Little-I mean- CHIEF Little Creek?" it would do no good to be disrespectful on his first meeting with the guy.

For several seconds nothing happened, and Jeremy figured that would be the case. He tried again.

"I come in peace! I..I have no weapons, and I bear you no harm! I came to er, talk?" As he spoke his confidence wittled as no reply seemed to come back but the birds, and even those had gone silent when he began talking. He sighed, and put his hands on his hips.

"Well so much for that...." he mumbled. he was about to turn back when movement caught his eye and he froze.

Just inside the treeline, were five natives. They all were shrouded by the treeline shadows, and had painted themselves to blend in. He blinked, looked again, and when they were still there, he chuckled, and waved to them.

"Heh, well...You sure do know how to hide your presence! Jeez, almost made me think i was....going..." he fell silent when they stepped out into the sun.

All of them were frowning at him.

He slowly lowered his hand, another bead of sweat trickled down his neck and he took a side step back.

"Uh...I, sorry if I offended you?"

He expected them to say something. He expected them to keep frowning. He expected them to act violently towards him. One could imagine the surprise that sprang across his face when a booming laughter echoed from behind them, and shorter, stronger build man entered into the sun. He was wearing a ceremonial head dress with eagle feathers, and had an outfit that clearly screamed "leader" to Jeremy.

reflexively, eremy stood at attention and saluted to the man. While all of the other natives raised their brows and chuckled quietly, the chief smiled and put his arms out.

"Be not afraid, friend. We are not here to fight, but to speak. Please, may we come closer?" The chief, Little Creek, held out his hand, palm up with his fingers slightly curled. It was a sign of friendship, a hand shake of sorts.

For a moment Jeremy wasn't sure how to react. He'd never trained for something like this. This scenario was for diplomats and politicians, not soldiers.

"Uuuhm, yes?" he spoke nervously, his salute faltered, and then he relaxed and lowered his arm completely. The chief nodded to the other men, who nodded back and then followed the chief over to Jeremy. When they were within chatting distance, the chief took a moment to remove his head dress. Jeremy watched, as did the others as the man set the royal head gear on the eighty-fifth post like it was a simple hat.

He then stuck out his hand. "There, now we may speak as equals, yes?" Cautiously, jeremy reached out and shook the man's hand, and nodded.

"Um,I guess so, sir." The chief's smile fell only a fraction and he sighed, looking to the ground for a moment before looking back up. "please, while you and I talk, let us not worry about rank or title. Do not call me chief, or sir, and I will call you by your name. We speak as friends, and nothing more." The chief let go of Jeremy's hand and then there was a pregnat pause while both sides tried to figure out a way to begin. Jeremy was first to act.

"So! Um, I got your letters. They ....surprised me, to be honest. I did not expect to ever meet you." He smiled and put his hand on the back of his neck, a sign of nervousness that the other natives noted and a few grinned.

The chief chuckled. "Understandably so, many things in life are a surprise, that is why we cherish it so. The greatest adventure we shall share is life, and we will join back together as brothers in death, when the noon sun sets forever." Jeremy chuckled even more nervously at the mention of death, and the chief noticed.

"Smoot, do not fear, you are not in danger right now. I come in peace and mean only to help you with your wishes." Jeremy blinked.

"My...wishes?"

The chief turned and pointed to the treeline and Jeremy gasped.

"You crave her touch, her love, do you not?"

In the treeline, just inside the shade, was Rain. She was watching the interaction with interest. her ears flicked forward and her stance relaxed. Jeremy met her eyes with his own, and she nickered lightly.

Music to my ears....he thought. The chief smiled, seeing Jeremy's far off look, and he waved Rain over.

"Come here girl, we have much to discuss." Jeremy never took his eyes off her as she trotted over. In the short breath of the moment, Her took her in completely. Her muscles rippling in the sunlight, her mane, flowing in a gentle breeze, her nostrils flaring as she accepted the chief's hands on her snout, and the way her eyes grew in size as she drew near Jeremy.

The chief spoke softly while petting her.

"Rain and I go far back, to a time when you men, and my men were very different. She watched as men tried to tame the very wilds she came from, and her mate, Spirit was the one to save them from this...for a time." He paused and gently touched her neck. She looked to the chief and then whinnied. The chief laughed as she suddenly surged forward and lunged at the fence. Jeremy was frozen as the horse ran toward him, and he couldn't move as she leaped not just over the fence, but over him as well.

The ground thundered and shook as her hooves smashed back into the earth behind him, and all Jeremy could think of, was that Rain's belly fur had been inched from the top of his head. The chief and the few with him laughed heartily as Rain pranced around and came back to the stunned man. he slowly blinked and suddenly fell back onto his rump.

"Wh-what the hell!" he looked up and found Rain was looking down at him with an ear skewed to the side, a playful smile on her lips. The chief chuckled lightly and then leaned against the fence.

"We natives have seen, watched, and felt how you desire to be with her, Smoot, well now is your chance. We will leave you be, and you may be with her until she tires of your company. You will know that time when she leaps back over the fence." His face hardened.

"Do not follow, for we will be nearby and will know if you do not follow this rule. Rain is in heat, and she has made it clear she wants to help you, so we will not interfere in your actions with her, but don't break our trust by chasing her."

As the Natives went to leave, Jeremy found his voice and he reached out with a hand.

"Wait!" When the chief looked back to him, Jeremy paused.

"I...W-well, HOW did you know? I've never met you or any of your men before, heck, I've never met Rain here. Yet...You knew I wanted to...to." The man lifted a hand and stopped Jeremy from speaking further.

"The land does not lie Smoot, we felt the truth in the grass and on the wind, and we felt it because it was strong. It moved and told us of your interests with that mare, and plus," he patted one of the men, who warmly smiled at Jeremy.

"you are not alone in that desire, boy, we all too have mares we lay claim too, so you will too. Now, do not tarry!"

With that, they left and disappeared back into the shade of the trees. Jeremy waited a few more minutes, actually questioning if they were alone, but Rain broke him from his vigil by nabbing his hat and tearing it off his head.

"Hey! give that back! AHAHAH!" He laughed, and he felt good, he ran next to her and tried to get his hat back, all the while watching Rain as she whinnied and played next to him.She trotted around him, she nibbled his neck, She teased him when he tried to pet under her tail or between her legs by constantly moving out of his grasp. Her smile was radiant, and her touch was bliss. It felt wonderful. Truly a feeling he could not put to words...well, maybe one.

Jeremy felt free. That freedom might not last long, but he could enjoy it while he had it.

By the end of the day, Jeremy had mated with her in more ways then he could remember, and all through it, Rain had been willing, gentle, and understanding of his actions and desires.

When he lifted her tail up, She spread her legs for him and backed up to the fence. Letting him mate as much as he wanted.

When he gripped her snout, she gently leaned in and locked her lips with his, connecting their love on even deeper levels.

When he asked her for more, she gave it, be it sexual or simply holding one another.

Through out all of their love making and play, Jeremy never once felt trapped or judged, he never questioned if he was being watched or if it was wrong to love her. He just did whatever his heart said to do, and he knew that in the moment, that was okay.

Rain was his mare now, and she had set Jeremy free.

As the sun began to set on the horizon, Jeremy sighed while laying next to Rain in the tall grass. Her head was tucked into his lap and his head was nestled in the crook of her neck. Completely naked and totally wiped out from their day, the two ended up drifting off to sleep together.

When Jeremy woke the next morning, Rain was gone. She'd hopped the fence and was no where to be seen. That was fine. Jeremy had had one of the best days of his life, and somehow, he knew that would NOT be the last time he saw(or touched) Rain again. Their bond was too strong for it to be a single fling.

Gathering up his clothes, he dressed up and wandered back to his post.

Only to find three soldiers and the Marshal waiting for him. Before he could get anything out, the Marshal walked up to him and frowned.

"Soldier, you mind telling me where the hell you've been!?"

Jeremy only smirked, and pointed down the fence posts.

"I lost my hat to a horse sir, came right up to me and snatched it off my head. I had to get it back sir."

When the Marshal blinked in surprise, Jeremy smiled.

"W-well then. Good man, don't let those natives get you though, and stay at your post!" Jeremy raised his brow.

"Natives, Sir? There weren't any nearby that I know of." He lied.

The Marshall nodded, skepticism in his voice when he spoke next.

"Yeah? Not a single native huh? Then why the heck is there a black n white eagle feather in your hat soldier?"

Jeremy's eyes widened.

"Oh, Rain you sneaky mare..." he whispered.

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Forgive me for any errors in grammar, spelling, or sentencing.

FULL PIC HERE:  https://e621.net/post/show/961793/anus-backlash91-balls...
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