
 Broken Spur Bar
Chapter Two – Musings in a bar
1. Cederwyn Whitefurr (aka; Anthony Wain)
May, 2010
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 Honey slinked out of his room about 8am the next morning, dressed in a simple robe that covered him decently, then clopped his way behind the bar and made himself a cup of coffee. He sat on a chair, which creaked quietly under his weight, then watched the janitor; an old raccoon, who looked liked he'd gone a dozen rounds with a car compactor, so battered and scarred was his one beautiful striped fur, pushed a broom and whistled to himself.


 "Hola, pony!" Grunted the Raccoon.


 "Hola yourself Gelfren." Honey replied, smiling weakly.


 Setting aside the broom, the Raccoon wandered over and sprawled back against the bar.  "Good crowd last night – I hear they liked your performance."


 Honey smiled weakly, then sipped his coffee and grimaced.  "Gods, what do you put in here – toxic waste?"


 Gelfren grinned up at him, then petted Honey's arm.  "Only for colour - "


 A grunt came from the room to the manager, and he come staggering out, looking like he'd slept in his clothes – not an unusual occurrence. Through the doorway, the Raccoon and Stallion could see a sprawled black shape that moved and idly scratched at its side. Both of them exchanged glances and the Raccoon returned to sweeping the floor, as Honey turned his head away and sipped the coffee.


 "Well now – if its not my favourite pony-slut - " Grunted the manager, as he belched and scratched at his groin.


 Honey flinched involuntarily, the words hurting more than any physical slap.


 "You did alright last night, my golden little whore - " Smirked the man, as he felt up Honey's rump, making him shiver.  "Nice moves with the dancing – they liked that, and after – well...that's where you really shine, isn't it?”


 Honey bit his tongue, knowing it was wiser to remain quiet, than to speak up.  From the owners bedroom, a beautiful young seal come out, her whiskers twitching and dark, soulful eyes glancing at Honey, before he blushed and turned his head away. She smiled teasingly at Honey, then used her slender arms to slide down her glossy dark fur and over her breasts, before she took Honeys coffee cup and drank down a swallow – her eyes narrowing and she set it back down then coughed.


 “Gods Gelfren – learn to make coffee - “ she gurgled, and winced.


 “Go fuck yourself Cerise - “ Grunted the raccoon, as he pushed his broom along.


 With a teasing smile, Cerise nuzzled Honey's chin and rubbed her naked body against honey, her groin rubbing against his suggestively.


 “I'd rather this stud...”


 Honey gasped, then his eyes flew open as Cerise's paw slid into Honey's robe, then cupped his scrotum. She squeezed playfully, then caressed his sheath, watching Honey's eyes grow wide and he moaned softly.


 “Cerise, fuck off - “ Snarled the bar owner, as he roughly pushed her away from Honey.


 With a hurt look, the seal sniffed and sauntered off, her black fur glistening in the light, before she disappeared backstage.


 “Nice little whore that one - “ Smirked the owner, as he rubbed his groin and grinned at Honey. “She fucks like a rabbit – all night...you should get some tips off her Honey, learn to appreciate what you got here...”


 Honey flinched again, making his owner laugh, before he headed back into his room and slammed the door behind him.


 “Fucking asshole - “ Gelfren grunted.  “I swear...”


 Honey nodded, then sipped his coffee again, before wrinkling his nose and pushing it away. He was used to Gelfren's colourful language, and Cerise's sexual teasing...but he'd often wondered, what it'd be like – to lay with a piniped...and he shivered and closed his eyes.


 “Hey...pony boy!” Gelfren snapped his fingers under Honey's muzzle.  “Christ you overgrown colt – go fucking shower – I can smell your scent from here!”


Honey blinked, coming back to his senses, then he whiffled quietly and blushed, before getting up off the chair and walking past Gelfren, who grunted, then blinked and leant over, his striped tail frizzling as he picked up a $50 note off the floor. Looking about, he hurriedly stashed it in his pocket, then went back to sweeping the floor – his mood much more cheery...


*


 Honey returned to his room, where he filled the bath and stripped off his robe, then sat on the edge of the bath, letting the hot water wash over his calves; his long silvery tail hanging limply behind him. He whiffled through his nostrils, then sighed and slid himself down into the bath, feeling the steaming water running up his golden body, until he moaned and sank as deep as he could, just savouring the simple pleasures this brought to him. He rested his head back against the edge of the bath and closed his eyes, then sighed in contentment. He felt the hot water caressing him like a lover, slowly un-knotting Honey's tense muscles and relaxing him. Idly, he ran his hooflets slowly up and down his slender, but well muscled belly, shivering at the ticklish feel, but knowing, he would be called upon to perform in only a few more hours – so he set his mind to work, trying to figure out his moves and what'd he wear....


*


 After his bath, which had been shorter than he'd wanted, Honey dried himself off, then as naked as the day he'd been foaled, he sat carefully on the chair before his dresser, and looked at himself in the mirror.  He turned his head from one way, then back the other, before smiling shyly to himself and delicately flicking his silvery fringe away from his eyes.  He yawned, then delicately ran his slender fingers down his chest and belly, shivering and moaning softly – but enjoying the feeling of his well muscled body. He knew he was not as buff as some stallions – far from it – but in some ways, his mind muttered to itself – this was a good thing, as his effeminate musculature let him dance with a seductive grace, that made him so popular. Honey idly brushed down his chest fur, feeling it all fluffed up from his bath and he shivered, before he flicked his tail slowly from side to side, hearing the gentle hissing as it brushed against the carpet. He stretched backwards, feeling his shoulders popping and spine crackling, as he then leaned left and right, stretching his arms up over his head and interlacing his fingers. For several minutes, he just sat limply in his chair, closing his eyes and sighing to himself, before he climbed back to his hooves and picked up a thin bristled brush, and began delicately grooming himself.


 He took great pride in his personal appearance, and once he'd finished his gruelling grooming session, he rose and stood before his full length mirror and gazed at himself. His fingers trailed lightly over his sheath, and he groaned and trembled, before sliding open a drawer in his camphor-laurel chest and trailing his fingers over several sex toys he owned, sighing softly. A part of him wanted to pleasure himself with his toys, but that would then mean another bath, more grooming and more frustration. With a sigh, he pushed the drawer closed then sprawled on his bed, placing his hands behind his head, as he closed his eyes and a shiver rippled along his body...and he began dozing fitfully...


*


 Honey awoke two hours before his performance was due, and he yawned and rubbed at his eyes, before climbing off his bed and he began pawing through his costumes, his eyes narrowing in frustration, as he tried to decide what he'd wear for tonight. Nothing immediately leapt out at him, as he yawned again, then idly scratched at his side, his eyes 






 After a particularly strenuous set on stage, Honey bowed to his adoring fans and slipped off the stage, cradling his discarded costume and sighing contentedly, adoring the accolades and the almost hysterical squeals and cheers from the crowd. He felt the adrenaline surging through his body, partially from the dancing – but also the endorphins that flooded his blood as he paused and soaked up the emotions 


 