Flying || Hershey & Aaleyah

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There’s no better feeling than the wind whipping through untamed, growing locks of hair and long tails being swept away from the rump. I was flying – I felt weightless. Cream-coloured hooves felt as though they hardly touched the sand and my skull as raised sky-high; the wind cooling off my warming pelt, running streamline down my slender frame and seeming to curve around every tiny muscle along my body as though I was made just for this. I was made to run, to sprint, to gallop, to be free…


My nostrils felt as though they couldn’t expand any further. I took quick, deep breaths with every pace I took and I could feel my ribs strain to hold my expanding lungs. With every exhale my muscles rippled along them and they became more defined through my skin but, just as quickly as they’d appeared, they disappeared. I was flying. I felt incredible. I could hardly contain my excitement but I had little time to frolic. I was running…


And then I saw her. I threw on my breaks as quickly as I could. My hind hooves almost came ahead of the front and I had to hop a couple of times to come to a full halt. I left long, deep tracks in the sand behind me. I’d never been one to appreciate mares although I’d been a stud for many years but I had never seen one alike to her. Her coat was intriguing, the most dappled grey I’d laid my eyes upon, and she seemed rather tall. She seemed taller than myself. Embarrassing, I must say; my breed meant that my height was at the top-end of the scale. I was small compared to most stallions out here.

I threw up my skull and my forelock bounced from ice blue hues and I let out a deep nicker before I’d realised. In response to my own vocalisation I dropped my head, straightened my stance, and took one small step back. My inner stud was coming out and I was trying to prevent it. Honestly, I only wanted to meet this dainty female and nothing more.

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I stood in the shallows, the waves hitting against my fetlocks, cooling the joints. it had been so long since i'd felt the cooling effects of the water on my joints, but now that'd i'd found it again, i didn't want to leave the shallows. I lowered my crown and closed my blue optics, my dark dapple gray body shimmering with water droplets as I stood there. oh, the sun felt good on my bodice, especially after the little rain shower that had just left the area.

the trees behind me still dripped with water and I snorted softly, my nostrils flaring as scents flowed to me. i loved the smell of rain showers, and the smell of wet foliage. it was always comforting to me to smell something that reminded me of my former life, my former home.

I heard thundering hoofbeats and I opened my optics, lifting my crown from just above the water's surface. I looked at the honey gold stud, my ears pricked and nostrils flaring to get his scent. my high arched tail swished over my well-formed hindquarters as we watched each other. my wither muscles twitched and shivered under my pelt, and I shifted my weight off my left hind leg, the only one that had any kind of white marking on it.

he threw his skull up and he let out a deep nicker. i let out a soft one in response, my long and ragged forelock covering one side of my face as I looked at him. I pawed at the sand and water beneath me, and I nickered again, playfully. i hadn't met a nice stallion before, so it was quite refreshing to meet this one.

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I didn't feel as though either of us needed to actually speak; her actions were enough to signal that she was friendly and my nicker was enough of a greeting. I supposed it was about time I allowed my inner colt to break free. I darted forwards again, this time kicking off with a surprisingly high buck, and I bounded my way over to the female. My ears were pricked forwards, so much so I could almost feel the strain, and I was unable to control my breathing as I took long inhales through flared nostrils at her scent. I couldn't remember the last time I'd been so excited to meet another horse, especially a mare. I'd put my stud days far behind me and tended to avoid mares, but this young lady seemed different.



I stretched my neck towards her and nipped her shoulder to trigger a spontaneous game of tag. Then, I raised onto my hind legs, pivoting around then darting off in the other direction. I stopped about ten paces from her and threw my head up to peer over my shoulder, golden coat shining in the sunlight that kept breaking through the clouds. Long, beige banner lashed at each of my sides once before settling and I forced out a snort to try and regulate my breathing. With a small toss of my crown, my mane bounced and forelock flopped over icy hues. My muzzle twitched, slightly warm from the sunlight; embarrassingly enough, I was prone to sunburn on my nose due to its pink colour, much like greys, and so I took off into the water and dunked my muzzle under before returning my attention to the young mare. I liked to keep myself cool, especially my face.

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I tossed my crown and perked my ears, arching my neck as I watched him, my forelock falling across my forehead, the white strands falling over one eye. I watched him intently as he took off, giving a surprisingly high buck, spraying sand everywhere from under his hooves. I shifted my weight once more, the waves rushing over my hooves and pasterns. I whinnied softly, bobbing my crown as he bounded over to me, my muscles bunching, getting ready to bound with him. I whinnied again, my nostrils flaring as I inhaled his scent, my wet banner slashing over my hindquarters.

He nipped my shoulder and I squealed in slight surprise, watching as he spun on his hind legs and bolted off, sand spraying from beneath his hooves. I snorted and took off after him, my banner flying out behind me, water spraying as I ran through the surf. I tossed my crown into the air, my long mane spraying in the air as I ran, a soft whinny coming from my maw, directed toward the stud. I had never experienced a feeling like this before, and I'd never been around a stud, other than the colts that I grew up with back in my old life. I slowed to a stop as I saw the stallion had dunked his maw into the surf, water dripping off his muzzle as he lifted his crown and turned it in my direction.

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When I noticed she'd halted I gave a small squeak and pivoted once more on my hind legs, spraying water around me with the violent lashings of my front hooves, and then darted back out of the shallows and over to her. I slowed myself right down before I reached her and came bounding to a halt just half a horse-length away from her. Then, as I could actually focus on the mare fully, I allowed one ear to slant backwards with my rising embarrassment.

"I'm sorry," I began to gently explain my childish behaviours, "It's been a while since I've met somebody so friendly."
And, my little show trick followed; I'd been taught many tricks as a young stallion and I'd never forgotten them. I stretched out one leg, dropped down onto my other knee, and tucked my head in between them, "Hershey, at your service." Sure, I was a strange stallion and I wasn't the youngest but I'd always hoped that'd be a part of my charm. I rose back onto all four hooves and brushed my maw against my forearm to dust a spot of damp sand away from my lips. My golden pelt now shimmered in the sunlight that beamed over us from the horizon and my muscles beneath danced with every movement I made. I was slender but I was still rather well-built for my breed and that I was very proud of.

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I smiled slightly at the small squeak he gave when he had noticed I had come to a halt. I watched him with big blue eyes, filled with interest and curiosity. I hadn't met a stallion who was this playful or nice to someone he had just met. All the stallions that I knew were all wild, sex-crazed individuals who went insane at the sight of a mare. As he halted a half-length away from me, I nickered gently, perking my ears to their fullest extent, eyes light, face bright.

He started apologizing, and I shook my crown, snorting gently. I rebuffed the apology in a polite manner, a small smile coming across my maw as I looked at him again. "Don't apologize. You have nothing to be sorry for. I quite liked playing with you." He paused for a moment, just a moment. But what he did next surprised me. I had never been taught how to do tricks. Rather, my training only consisted of being broken in, and trotting over poles. My breeders had been taking my education slowly, so as not to ruin me before I even began competing. I flicked my ears back and forth, my wet banner slashing over my hindquarters, a smile coming to my maw again as he gave me his name. "Greetings, Hershey. I am Aaleyah." I would have said more, but there wasn't much to me. I looked over his golden honey body and I nickered gently, tilting my cranium in interest. He wasn't the tallest stallion I'd met, but since the stallions of my breed were much smaller, I was happy to finally meet a male who was my height. I started trotting in place, bowing my head and arching my tail as I did so, my dark dapple gray body shimmering with both saltwater and sunshine, the muscles rippling under my pelt. I felt in great spirits, my mood light.

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I'd made it my goals to remove myself from the binds of my gender and I refused to allow my domestic life to take effect on my personality; I refused to take advantage of any mare after being a stud for so long. After all, it was surprising how many mares I'd covered whom hadn't been ready but the both of us had little choice in the matter.

"Aaleyah," I greeted softly and with a hint of a smile whilst I tossed a long forelock from over my eyes. I lowered my head back to the same level hers was held at, "It's a pleasure to meet you."
And then she began to trot where she was standing and my eyes had widened with some surprise; I was trained in dressage and so, In response, I moved about the female with a slow, bouncing pace commonly known as the 'Piaffe'. Making my way around her in a circle I came to a halt in front of her but my side was facing her; my girth was in line with her muzzle. I enjoyed having somebody who, too, could likely appreciate graceful movement. After all, she appeared to be an Arabian, and so I knew too well that her paces were light, dainty, and each step was carefully placed. I'd admired many Arabians in my competing days. A long banner which grazed the ground as I moved whipped my hindquarters repeatedly as I lashed away pests. I finally halted my movements and returned my attention to her with pricked ears. "You seem to have some training, Aaleyah. What is your background?"