#like brumbies

[orange-legobrick-seperators]

Ayo does anyone remeber this mlp show? Because this shit was my pansexual awakening, like, you cant tell me none of these ponies were raging wlw.

#lesbianponies? #idk nostalgia i guess #im high asf and these ponies fill me with hoy #but like #the unbridled kind #like brumbies #omg horse pun

[chikinan]

writing fanfiction is so fucking stupid. why do I have a file titled source material notes.

#mati barks #like what notes can you be taking theyre just kinda frotting jesus christ #i was taking mylsef too seriously #so im off to write my webcomic script instead #the very first page has both simon & garfunkel and the brumbies #so i hope youre familiar with the fucking brumbies. homebound baby

[only-horse-polls]

Propaganda (Kunama, The Silver Brumby Series): Thowra, the epic badass Silver Brumby gets a defiant teenage daughter. There's just something amusing about that. And in some ways, Kunama's a more real, less mysterious character, someone you can more easily relate to. She messes up, she's not a legendary ghost horse. Though inheriting Thowra's otherworldly beauty, Kunama's less seasoned than him. Because she's so beautiful, she's also a target of human avarice -- and because she doesn't have mystical wind-and-rain powers like Dad, she actually suffers capture and a brief period of human domestication. But don't worry, she goes free again and ends the book with a handsome black stallion for a boyfriend.

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#fht propaganda #admittedly I have never seen a brumby in real life #They do give the vibe of a quarter mixed with a draft #or quarter horses if they actually looked like horses #Group Shane propaganda

[eggthew]

MAN I MISS READING I miss it so so bad. idk how to get back into it because most of the books on my shelf are ya novels and a lot of them dont really interest me anymore? and a bunch of like. karen rose and some of the darker dean koontz shit. I need to go back to the library

#ive been thinking of the silver brumby recently.... #or like. skulduggery pleasant bc it will make me want to write essays on everything I think is wrong with it lmao

[regancastlelion]

I want a brumby in SSO. I know we have Mustangs, but I want a brumby. That's all I ask.

Or maybe a different Aussie horse breed. I just want a horse breed in the game with some sort relation to Australia.

Please, I just want an Aussie horse on my adventures as an Aussie

#ssoblr #star stable online #sso #star stable #you can make the brumbies look like gen 3 versions of mustangs just with their breed name as brumby #i just want a brumby

[lockandkeyhyena]

can i pleaseee just look for brumby photos without being bombarded by aras claiming that culling brumbies is the most unjust and horrid thing ever. shut up god. please

#yeen rambles #sorryyyyy its just like. okay do you have any better ideas #‘adopt them out!!! uwu’ ma’am they are feral horses. also there are over 400 thousand wild brumbies you wanna adopt all of them????

[extremelyputridfishbreath]

hi I have more if no one else asks [for shame] info on Brumby??

Why, look! It's Rolly's annoying younger cousin. They're named Rocky Road these days to fit his family naming scheme better, but I imagine they still go by Brumby...maybe it's a nickname? Either way!

Rocky is...very argumentative, and runs a blog where they constantly bicker with others, and flaunt their rare items.

They used to get along with Rolly as a small child, but in a post Blackout world they dislike him a lot. Probably because he told them there are better things to do than argue with Mukluk online about whether or not the Beta Hat is worth selling for a million coins when it's literally made out of paper. Among other things, like just finding him annoying as a person. Rolly is pretty dang disappointed, but doesn't really dwell on it much since he has bigger fish to fry than fretting about his cousin mockingly bringing him up on their blog.

Rocky does not own any puffles, but grew up with their mothers' pink puffle, which was named Duchess.

I imagine they sound similar to Vendetta from Making Fiends. They're faking the accent though.

They have a mostly positive relationship with their mothers, though they tend to argue over what they do online. GOD, MOM! IT'S NOT SCAMMING IF I SAY IM SELLING A PROTOTYPE BETA HAT EVERY ONCE IN A WHILE AND SOMEONE FELL FOR IT! IT'S THE BUYERS FAULT!

Banned from becoming an agent after they tried selling their spy phone online.

Likes Halloween, but pretty much ignores all other parties and holidays.

sooo yeah! theyre more of a minor character but theyre a real piece of work

#Brumby #Rocky Road #club penguin #club penguin oc #club penguin ocs #as is customary * gestures at askbox if youd like to hear more about other ocs i dont talk about as much *

[bpdcarmyberzatto]

wish australia did the BLM-esque adoption/auctions for brumbies like they'd get rid of so many instead of having to be fucking cruel and shooting them from helicopters when we know they dont always die in a timely fashion

#cao posts #it's like #me knowing the damage brumbies do to the environment vs me knowing aerial culling is literally torturous because you're chasing them to #their literal deaths. that arent always speedy and they're left paralysed on the ground till they succumb. and dont account for foals

[ohtobeleah]

Gift of The Gab // Bradley Bradshaw

Summary: Throat Cancer. It’s never the way Rooster thought he’d go out. But when he does—he gets to give Jake a piece of his mind.

Warnings: Throat Cancer. Mentions of suicide. Mentions of death. Bradley Bradshaw x Platonic!reader. Afterlife lore. Death.

Word Count: 2.1k

Author Note: Day Seven of Whumptober. Prompt I chose: Flatline. Thank you to @ailesswhumptober for the prompt list. This is also apart of the Life After Death Series

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Name: Bradley Bradshaw. Age: 60. Cause of Death: Aggressive Throat Cancer.  

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“Get me a crash cart in here!!” There are distinct differences between male and female brains. Female brains tend to have a larger hippocampus, which usually makes them better at retention and memory. “He’s coding!” 

“Jesus what the hell happened here?” Male brains however, have a bigger parietal cortex, which helps when fending off an attack. Male brains confront challenges differently than female brains. Women are hardwired to communicate with language, detail, empathy. 

Men? Not so much. 

“He was fine five seconds ago! Dammit he’s flatlining.” But that doesn’t mean they aren’t any less capable of emotion. They can talk about their feelings. It’s just that….. 

Most of the time—they’d really rather not. 

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It wasn’t uncommon for Bradley Bradshaw to wake up in an unknown environment. Over the years he’d made quite the reputation for himself amongst the young, dumb and hopelessly ignorant badge bunnies that would saunter into the Hard Deck. He never saw a reason to settle down, find the love of his life, create a family, grow old with someone. Everyone Bradley Bradshaw had ever cared to care about had left him in some way shape or form. 

But a name Rooster never thought would be added to that ever growing list of people who had left him behind, was Jake fucking Seresin. 

“Fuck—“ Bradley groaned as he rolled over onto his back, he could feel the draft coming up between his legs as he did. The hospital gown that was tied together in the back by three little bows did nothing to keep his broad shoulders, back, and ass covered. 

Across the way—Jake was busy in the horse pen trying his best to train one of the wild brumbies that hung around more often than not. He’d been trying for a few days. It wasn’t easy, but it was honest work that kept his mind at ease. 

“Easy boy—easy.” Jake cooed as he approached the gentle giant that had become used to his presence. “I’m just here to help.” He mumbled as he approached the horse he affectionately referred to as Simon the stallion. “We’re just gonna hang out.” 

Bradley sat up with a groan, he could feel the air in his lungs that he hadn’t been able to feel in what felt like an eternity. When he reached up to touch the port that he’d had in his neck for months to find that it was gone—Bradley couldn’t have been more confused if he tried to be. 

Where was he? Why did he feel thirty years younger? Why was he not in his hospital room with the blonde nurse he really liked? And—hold on a minute….is that? Is that Jake fucking Seresin? 

Bradley would never forget the day he walked into Jake's home and found him unresponsive. Seeing one of his closest friends lying there without conscious thought. It was one of the worst days of his life, nestled between losing his mum and dad. Jake's death affected everyone in all sorts of ways that couldn’t begin to be unpacked in a far too expensive therapy session. 

So—as a long drawn out beep rang out in Rooster's mind, the sound of his heart monitor flatlining, he stood and made strides to where Jake stood trying to gain the horse's trust. Ass on display and all. 

He never spoke to anyone ever about Jakes suicide, he never spoke about how it made him feel or acknowledged any of the trauma that came alone with seeing one of his best friends dead in his bedroom. Bradley thought with time Jake would be alright, he didn’t know how much he was truly suffering because Jake never spoke about it. He never spoke about your death and how you died. He never spoke to anyone besides himself in the depths of the night. 

Where no one could see just how much he missed you. 

Jake saw the man he’d left behind all those years ago in favour of reuniting with the love of his life coming towards him like a brick shit house. Jake couldn’t say he regretted doing what he did though—but he missed Bradley, every day. They were close, but he wasn’t you. 

“Shit—“ This was the reunion Jake had been dreading the most. “Sorry pal, looks like our session’s just been cut short.” It was only as Jake was jumping over the wooden fence that Bradley took off into an all out sprint in Jake's direction. “Bradshaw! What the hell—Oof—“ 

“YOU MOTHER FUCKER!” It was as painful as it was laced in spiteful anger. A rage that had burned in the depths of Bradley Bradshaw’s heart for years and years and years. He didn’t look a day older than when Jake had last seen the mustache clad aviator. “WHY DID YOU DO THAT? HUH?” Rooster laid as many punches as he could get in into the friend he hadn’t seen in years—getting out all his built up aggression. 

Maybe it was the past that was talking, screaming from the crypt telling Bradley to punish Jake for things he never got to do. It was his way of  justifying his anger. 

“Rooster! Stop man—“ Jake shouted back as he tried to wriggle his way out of this situation. “Would you cut it out! You don’t have any pants on!! Get off of me!” 

“YOU KILLED YOURSELF!” Rooster huffed as he dismounted from the wingman he hadn’t seen in over two decades. “You coward, I always thought you were stronger than me, but then I had my fucking fingers down your damn throat begging you to stay and I knew—I fucking knew you were the one who was full of chicken shit.” 

“For someone who’s got the gift of the gab you sure do talk a hell of a lot of crap man! Get off me!” Jake wasn’t backing down. He could do this all day if need be. But he knew Rooster had a lot to get off his chest. 

“Who’s dad yelling at mama?” Ellie asked as she watched her father swing a right hook into thin air. 

“You remember the imaginary friends we spoke about, baby?” You cooed as you held your daughter's hand and walked across the expanse of the gravel drive across to the paddocks. “Well—I think another one of daddy's friends is here.” 

“But I can’t see him?” Ellie frowned. She didn’t understand why she couldn’t see the people who had passed by your family farm. She wasn’t old enough to understand. But one day, one day you would tell her. 

“Because this is one of mummy and daddy’s friends darling, it’s like how we can’t see your imaginary friends.” As you made your way over with your daughter hand in hand, Jake caught your eye. He knew the moment Bradley saw you he would understand. 

“Bradshaw, your entire ass is hanging out for the whole afterlife to see.” You chuckled behind your hand as a heat so pure rushed to your cheeks. “Cute tattoo though, I always thought you had an ass tat but never got a chance to ask.” 

“Hollywood?” Rooster nearly collapsed on the spot when he saw you, it had been so long yet you looked exactly like you did the last time he saw you. “Oh my goodness, I—“ 

“Could you maybe stop beating my husband up? He keeps the house from falling apart around us, I need him in one piece.” 

“Husband?” Bradley turned back to where Jake stood dusting himself off. He caught the sight of a silver ring wrapped around his left ring finger. “You married Hollywood?” 

“Of course I did, I died for her—I wasn’t not going to marry her.” At the very mention of the word death it all sunk in. You could see it plastered all over Roosters face—he was connecting the dots. “Bobs been through, so has Nat.” Bradley felt again at his throat for scars and staples that were no longer there. “What was it?” Jake asked softly, he knew it was always better to rip the Band-Aid off. 

“Throat cancer—I think I flatlined, I just remember not being able to breathe and then I was here.” Bradley never thought he’d be one of those people who get some form of cancer. He didn’t smoke or do drugs. The most he ever did was drink and sometimes that could reach an excessive amount. Liver failure seemed more on brand for the Naval Aviator. Not throat cancer. 

“I’m sorry Rooster, that must have been awful.” You really didn’t know what to say, because what do you say to people once they’ve died. Natasha didn’t want to believe it. Bob seemed scared, Rooster though? He was just angry. 

“You were just gone—“ Bradley shrugged as he looked around the farm, amber orange from the mid afternoon sun made the fields look almost angelic. “You both took so much from me, I never saw a reason to love, to settle down, share my life with someone because I couldn’t put them through the experience of loss.” It made sense, but that was a heavy burden to carry. Jake wasn’t even sure he deserved to be the one to carry that load. “I saw what happened to the both of you and it scared me shitless, it made me so goddamn angry.” 

“Rooster—“ You cooed softly as you approached him. “Honey what happened to Jake and I, it was an extreme case.” You tried your best to explain as you reached out to touch his cheek gently. Bradley leaned into the gentle touch of a woman he kept a picture of on his mantle piece, alongside Hangmans. “You know we love you, but it was our time.” 

“Did you fight?” Jake asked as his daughter raced his way. Bradley watched as the man he’d known from the academy crouched to pick up who Bradley could only assume was his daughter. They looked the same in so many ways. But she was her own version of you too. “The cancer?” 

The silence that fell over the four of you as you waited for Bradley to answer was heavy, you knew he knew that he was dead. You didn’t need to explain it. But in the silence you saw a man racing across the field—there couldn’t have been two Dagger deaths in the same timeframe could there? 

“I wasn’t ready to die.” Be a man. People say it all the time. “I wasn’t ready, but I’m glad I got to tell you how much of a jerk you were for leaving us behind.” 

“I’m sorry, but I couldn’t live without her Rooster—Hollywood, she’s everything to me, and after everything we went through? I never wanted her to be alone again, even in death.” 

You watched as the man ran and ran and ran—he looked like Bradley, just a little less buff and sporting the same stupid mustache. He wore a smile so bright it could have broken his cheeks. 

Your neighbour was Roosters dad, Goose, this entire time and you never even knew it. 

“I can still hear the beep, that flatline on the monitor.” Bradley explained as he furrowed his brows. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to go back or not. “How do I stop it?” 

“Just means that you can go back, if you want to, someone’s trying to bring you back.” It was probably the doctors and nurses handling the defibrillator, giving him rough but life saving chest compressions. 

Be a man. But what does that even mean? Is it about strength? Is it about sacrifice? Is it about winning? 

“I don't think I wanna go back.” Bradley sighed as he watched you make your way over to Jake and your little girl. The perfect mix of the two of you. God he was angry, he was still so mad at how things turned out the way they did. Why you both did what you did. But he’d get over it. He had to, he didn’t have a choice: Because the beeping had stopped. He’d flatlined. 

“Bradley!” The man who Rooster had been trying to make proud ever since he was a little boy, called out as he ran. “Bradley! Is that you! My boy!” 

Maybe it’s more simplistic than that. 

Men have to know when not to man up. Sometimes it takes a real man to set his ego aside, admit defeat, and simply start all over again. 

“Dad?” 

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[bullet-prooflove]

This is sort of a request but I was thinking about Beau and Ally and wondering if they ever came close to calling it quits. I know after Syria things were tough but they pulled through. But it made me curious…would it have been a mission or case that almost pulled them apart? I don’t see it being another person simply because of how devoted they are to each other but work could definitely be “the other person”

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Featuring JAG's Harmon Rabb

When you break up with Beau, he’s four months into a deployment in Osaka and you’re in a JAG posting in Washington.  It’s his second deployment in as many years.

“I’m sorry, I’ve met someone else.” You tell him over the phone and his heart shatters into a thousand pieces. You refuse to tell him who but he has a couple of guesses.

You won’t pick up the phone to him after that and you don’t return his messages. For two months it’s radio silence.

When he returns home to San Diego he considers catching a flight out to Washington, to confront you, to try to change your mind but what’s the point? You’ve made it very clear it’s not him you want.

He’s been home less than three hours when your supervisor Lieutenant Colonel Commander Harmon Rabb turns up at his door. He’s dressed in civvies with a black leather jacket slung over his broad shoulders. Beau wants nothing more than to punch the smug son of a bitch in the face.

“My money was on Brumby.” He tells the other man, the muscle in his jaw twitching. “I never thought she’d leave me for you.”

“She didn’t leave you for anybody else.” Rabb tells him, tucking his hands into the pockets of his jacket. “She left you because she’s being court martialled.”

The news hits Beau like a brick because he can’t imagine what charges you could be facing. You’re diligent in your work, you obey orders, you have a calm and even temperament. He can’t imagine you ever crossing a line. The words that are coming out of Rabb’s mouth, they just don’t make sense.

He pulls open the door and tips his head towards the interior of the apartment indicating for Rabb to enter.  

“I think you best come in.”

***

The story Rabb tells, it isn’t a pretty one, it make Beau’s blood boil as it unfolds over a couple of bottles of beer.

The charges are assault on a superior officer.

You’re looking at up to ten years confinement, a deduction in pay and a dishonourable discharge for punching General Micheal Klein in the face.

He suddenly understands why you broke things off with him. Beau’s on the promotional track, he’s on his way to becoming a Captain. His affiliation with you could derail that completely. This way he’s safe, his career untainted by what you’ve done.

“She gave him a broken nose.” Rabb tells him as he takes a sip from his beer. “The problem is she won’t tell me what happened. All I’ve got are witnesses statements, she’s refusing to tell us her version of events. It’s like she’s completely shut down.”

“What do the witnesses statements say?” Beau asks, dreading the other man’s answer.

“Torn blouse, broken buttons.” Rabb says quietly.

There’s a fury in Beau, it’s a vengeful beast that rises up inside of him as he thinks of the circumstances that have led to this. He can’t imagine how frightened you must have felt, how terrified you must feel now.

“I suspect the General decided to get her before she got him.” Rabb tells Beau, his thumb picking at the label on the beer bottle. “He says she came onto him, got angry when he rejected her.”

“And what do you believe?” Beau asks the other man, his voice  barely more than a rasp.

“I think he attacked her.” Rabb tells him, his eyes reflecting the same quiet fury that simmers inside Beau’s chest. “And I think that she defended herself.”

“Can you prove it?” Beau asks him and Rabb shakes his head.

“Not without her statement and like I said, she won’t talk about it. I’ve tried everything I can think of but…”

He trails off and Beau looks away because psychologically he understands what you’re doing, why you’re doing it.

“Her father…” He says, feeling the emotion raise up in his throat. “His father used to hurt her, the response she’s having it’s trauma based. It must take her back…”

He can’t bear to say anything else. His heart is breaking all over again, for you, for what you’ve endured, both now and back then.

“I need you to come back to Washington with me.” Rabb says quietly. “I know what this could do to your career, your life…”

“It doesn’t matter.” Beau says, his voice raw as he rubs the back of his hand across his eyes. “Without Ally, none of it matters.”

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[imagination-confusion]

I constantly think about the Redwall animated series (1999) and Watership animated series (1999)

When I re-watch those I wonder what Warrior Cats would've been like if they had an animated series in that similar style and vain. How much would actually changed?

Watership Down the series added a lot of newer conflicts, characters, pretty much this series exclusive things and their own twists to the story. Follows the story in the beginning and then it gets wild!

I should make a retrospective on these two series.

Redwall animated series pretty much follows the story where season 1 follows Matthias, Season 2 follows Mattimeo, and Season 3 follows Martin the Warrior.

But I was an idiot and I watched the series backwards from Martin, to Matthias, to Mattimeo. Still got the same enjoyment either way.

It'd make a fun exercise. Creating short animations of canon Warriors in similar style of these two already pretty fun to watch animated series of great books.

Might be actually pretty heckin' fun! I can feel the gears in my mind turning just trying to create this and make it come to life!

So which one of you guys read and watched The Silver Brumby on YouTube? I never got far but what are your thoughts? I never actually well.. fully finished but, as far as I seen it's pretty nice lol

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[clonemedickix]

Rating: E

Word count: 5.7K

Pairing: Captain Rex x OC General Lara Lin x Arc Trooper Fives

Warnings: clone SMUT - Under 18 DNI, foreplay and banter, P in V sex, P in A sex, threesome, oral sex NOT SAFE FOR COSTCO

Excerpt Summary - Lara has a very interesting dream one day…

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Lara was sitting on her hill, peacefully watching the gulls skim over the waves fishing for their dinner. It was a perfect day. The weather was a pleasant temperature, not too humid, with a seaward breeze that came from behind over the land and made the air feel more crisp and clean. She took a deep breath and sighed, lying back on the grass in pure enjoyment. Nobody was looking for her at the moment, she had no jobs outstanding, Rex wasn’t due in for a few more hours from his latest mission. She could just lay here and peacefully exist, watching the waves and sea birds. It didn’t take long for her to dose off, the lulling sound of the ocean dragging her down to sleep beneath the dull roar of the waves.

She dreamed she was back home on Earth. Walking up the stairs to her bedroom, she sensed someone was there in her house, and she was curious who would be waiting for her in her own room. Stepping over the threshold, she spotted the familiar form of Fives. Her heart swelled to see him again; she’d missed him so very much since his death. He was standing in his blacks, no armor in sight, and Lara took a moment to appreciate the smooth, broad shoulders stacked with muscle, the strong back tapering to his rather narrow waist, to the beautifully rounded, firm buttocks. His thick, strong thighs made her fingers tingle at the thought of gliding over their hard surfaces, feeling the edges of the defined muscles beneath the springy hair of his legs.

Fives turned at her approach, smiling lovingly to see her there. He reached out his hands to pull Lara to him, crushing her to his chest in a tight hug. The smell of him; Lara took a deep breath in appreciation of his warm scent. He still smelled like Dr Squatch’s pine tar; it only added to his rugged charm. Fives buried his face in Lara’s neck, taking in the smell of her conditioner that was so singularly hers. It had been a spicy, flowery note to her aura that had always announced her presence; the scent would linger in the room like a ghost when she left, and Fives would always know she’d been there. It was a comforting detail to the clone.

Lara nuzzled her face into the crook of Fives’ neck, her arms around him tightly. “I’ve missed you so much Fives. Every day. Everything about you.” He pulled back a bit so he could look into her eyes.

“Everything?” Fives gave her his little rakish smirk that always made her laugh.

Lara laughed. “Every. Single. Thing.” She stared back into his deep brown eyes, a rising feeling of challenge and need starting to burn within her. Could he sense it?

Fives studied her quietly, the smile never leaving his lips. “I think I could do a little something about your missing me, if you wanted,” he said with a low murmur near her ear.

Lara’s eyes sharpened with focus, desire shining brightly in her luminous blue irises. “Could you?,” she breathed softly.

Fives leaned in and pressed his lips to hers gently, feeling the softness of her mouth, reminding himself of the feel of her after so long. He started to press a little harder, feeling her mouth open to him, her own pressure increasing as she pressed her body more tightly to his. Fives lightly brushed the tip of his tongue over her top lip, a tentative ask, to which Lara responded by meeting his tongue with hers fully. Their kiss suddenly leapt over the edge of gentle to passionate and eager like a brumby leaping over the edge of a cliff to gallop down a mountain. The two were clutching at each other like they had an appointment with the gallows, trying to make every second touching count.

Fives broke away from kissing Lara’s mouth to make a trail of kisses to her jawline, then down her neck. He felt her back arch at the sensation, and she dug her fingertips into the muscles of his back, her gasps almost a wheeze of overstimulation. Fives started to guide her back toward her bed, carefully paying attention that she didn’t trip in the blind walk - her eyes were closed and she was clinging to him like a life rope. At the edge of the large bed, he paused, his hands roaming the curves of her body, then digging into her mass of heavy curls, while she did the same - reacquainting themselves with the planes and curves of each other, both about to start tearing the restraining clothes off the other.

“What… um… what are you two up to here?” A voice spoke from the doorway, causing both Fives and Lara to have small coronaries. Fives was already a ghost; Lara was pretty sure she felt her soul leave her body for a brief moment at the sound of Rex’s voice behind her. Turning to face him, a little shamefacedly, she was about to speak, when Fives beat her to it.

“Lara was taking me to church, Rex. Just a little daily worship of my goddess. Don’t you feel the need to kneel and pray to her?” His tone was half joking, but his eyes snapped with something of desire and eagerness. Lara looked between them surprised - was Fives making a veiled suggestion like she thought he was?

Rex studied them for a moment, and then quietly walked over to the pair. He stepped up behind Lara and pressed himself closely to her, leaning in to kiss her cheek and then her neck. Looking up into her wide blue eyes, filled with shock and curiosity, he smiled a little cheekily and said, “I love kneeling before my goddess.” Rex sat on the edge of the bed and pulled Lara into his lap. Lara looked up at Fives with truly amazed, wide eyes - a situation of this nature had not arisen in her life in thousands of years. She’d never seen it coming from her clones. Rex reached forward and untucked the hem of her shirt, running his hands up beneath it to cup her breasts. Fives reached down and grasped the edge of the garment and lifted it over her head, dropping it to the floor beside him. He pulled his own shirt off as well, revealing his beautifully muscled torso.

Rex unclasped Lara’s bra and let it fall to the floor, his hands returning to form a shelf for her soft, full breasts. Fives leaned down and kissed a trail along her collarbones, then down to the top of her breasts, then gently took her right nipple into his mouth, sucking it lightly, grazing it with the edge of his teeth carefully. Lara moaned at the sensation. She had a moment of panic, unsure what to do with her hands. Reaching back she ran her hands over Rex’s hardening bulge; he widened his legs a bit to give her access, and she massaged his balls lightly through his pants. Leaning her head back on his shoulder, Fives suddenly stood a bit and dove into kissing and sucking on her neck and shoulders, dragging a groan from Lara and a shiver of need. He pulled Lara up to stand for a moment, so Rex could work her tights down over her hips, burying his face in the top of her backside for a moment, kissing her and running a hand over her abdomen sensually. Lara kicked off her shoes and the pants quickly, and Fives reached behind her to pull the blankets and sheets down on the bed. Directing her gently, he pushed Lara to lay back on the bed, shucking his own pants and briefs off, freeing his hard cock from its confinement.

Rex stood quickly and pulled his shirt over his head, watching Lara as he did so, wanting to see her appreciation of his body as he revealed it. Her eyes were fixed on him, watching him hungrily. He undid his belt purposefully, slowly, almost in a teasing manner, then worked to unbutton the fly of his BDUs, one button at a time. Kicking his boots off next, he slowly worked his pants down over his hips, his hard cock popping free of his briefs, a testament to how badly he wanted her. Rex crawled onto the bed and made his way to sit behind her, while Fives laid down next to Lara. Fives pulled her onto his lap, clear of his shaft, pulling her down for a kiss. Her hair drifted around his face, surrounding him in the scent of cedar wood and orange, spice and flowers.

Lara felt Rex place his hands on her hips, pulling at her lightly to get her to raise them up, spreading her in front of him deliciously. Fives gently pushed her back, seeing understanding light her eyes. Lara leaned down and licked the tip of Fives’ hard cock, then took the spongy head into her mouth, gently sucking at it and hearing him moan. Before she could do more though, she felt Rex’s warm breath mist over her sex from behind, just as he ghosted the tip of his tongue over her swollen nub, nipping at it lightly and then pulling it in for a soft suck.

Lara’s eyes flew open and she couldn’t stop the primal groan from rolling out of her. Fives laughed lightly, seeing her face, meeting her eyes with his own darkly dilated. Lara raised her head a little, feeling Rex’s caresses behind her, sighed deeply and then leaned back down to take Fives in her mouth again, this time curling her tongue around his shaft, working him deeper with a careful bob. It was almost too overwhelming to do this, with Rex behind her, and Fives before her; she was afraid Rex would do something that would distract her from being careful. She felt him run his tongue over her folds, then felt him enter her as deeply as he could get himself with his hot tongue, and she moaned again as she worked to give Fives the attention he needed. She pulled at him with alternating light and deeper suction, working her hand at the base of his shaft and to massage his balls. She curled her tongue around his head lovingly and could taste his salty slick in her mouth, as he panted beneath her, working to hold himself back.

Rex moved back to suckling Lara’s sensitive, swollen clit, inserting a finger carefully into her warm, dripping wet pussy. He reached for the slightly rough, spongy nub within her that he knew was the center of her most sensitive nerve bundle, and pressed and rubbed against it carefully, applying gentle and then firmer pressure, feeling her body clench around him greedily. She was so wet and ready, he struggled to have patience. He heard Fives’ moan and knew he was getting close as well, and pulling away from her sex, Rex leaned over her back and asked huskily, “Can you take us both?”

Lara was breathing heavily, her eyes dark with arousal, the smell of both these men filling the room sharp as the tang of something burning. And really, all three of them were on fire, needing release. She nodded a little jerkily, somewhat off balance from her lust and excitement. Rex knew how she would want them without asking. He lay down on his back next to her, reaching for her with soft hands, as she straddled his lap. Fives moved to kneel behind her, his hands on her waist, gently holding her and waiting for her signal.

Rex gasped like a man burned when Lara eased his cock into her slick pussy, taking him all the way in one slow motion, like sheathing a sword. She leaned down and kissed his mouth deeply, their tongues sliding over each other in a slow ballet. She felt Fives pressing against her from behind, and she held her kiss with Rex as she felt Fives gently insert one finger to stretch her, then another, waiting until the muscles relaxed, before withdrawing. He raised her butt a little, pressing the tip of his cock against her tight opening, then slowly, carefully entered her, purring deeply as he felt the tightness of her with Rex inside her as well. Lara moaned deeply, the erotic sensation of the two of them inside of her nearly sending her over the edge, and she felt Rex squeeze her shoulders to steady her. “Not yet, hang on,” he said softly.

The two men started to move in tandem, alternating slow, gentle thrusts. Fives leaned forward some and cupped her breasts, running the tips of his fingers over the nipples and feeling their hard edges snap back in passing. He held them up slightly, seeing Rex lean up to take one in his mouth, suckling her, pulling at her steadily and hard. Lara bucked slightly, thrusting Rex more deeply into her center, feeling the stretch of both men inside of her, filling her up to an impossible degree. Over her shoulder, Fives made eye contact with Rex - he couldn’t hold on much longer.

Fives thrust into her gently but firmly, feeling the tightness of her squeeze and the sensation of Rex’s cock slide past his, divided only by the thin walls of Lara’s body. His fingers dug into her hips, and he closed his eyes tightly, taking a deep steadying breath. Rex looked up at Lara and stared deeply into her eyes - she pitched forward to kiss him, passionately, sucking on his bottom lip and even raking it with her teeth. Rex kissed her back, hard, feeling his own climax rising. He squeezed her shoulders and then reached one hand back to her butt and another he placed over her breast, kneading the soft flesh there, feeling her take her in deeply even as Fives drew back and thrust in. The friction finally sent Rex over the edge and he gasped, kissing her deeply and groaning as he spilled himself inside of her, the spasms driving Fives to his own orgasm as well. As they both came inside of her, the feel of their cocks spurting within her sent Lara into orbit. Her climax hit like a tsunami, rocking through her so that she suddenly thrust down on Rex, crying out as she bottomed him out within her, squeezing him of every last drop of his cum. She felt Fives holding on to her to support her from behind; he didn’t want her to hurt herself in the grip of her orgasm, so he rode with her, hearing her cries and feeling the contractions of her body around him. He coudln’t help himself, he leaned over Lara’s back as she shivered and moaned. Leaning down, Fives placed gentle kisses on her shoulder, carefully withdrawing from her, as she in turn kissed Rex slowly, lovingly. The aftershocks of her orgasm still squeezed Rex’s cock within her, and he reveled in the feel of her tightening on him, his seed starting to drip around him, making her even wetter than before.

“I could keep going, my goddess. Do you want me to keep fucking you?” His voice was rough and scratchy after crying out with his climax. He was so turned on by her, so in love that he coudln’t believe he was still hard, not even feeling the effects of having come once. Lara nodded drowsily. Rex rolled her onto her back and moved to stand beside the beside the bed, pulling her towards him and raising her ankles to his shoulders. He thrust into her smoothly and firmly, as Fives moved to be closer to her head from behind. As Rex thrust into her, Fives leaned over and kissed Lara deeply, his hand reaching over to caress her breasts, flicking the nipples gently, then wandering softly down to her swollen, sensitive clit. Lara moaned deeply, feeling him make gently soft circles around it as Rex fucked her, his thighs slapping against hers. There was no noise she could identify other than a rushing of blood in her ears, the assertive smack of Rex’s flesh against hers, and Fives’ soft breath near her ear.

She felt the wave of her climax approaching again, as Fives leaned over to suckle her breast, alternating between her nipple and her mouth. He gave her his tongue, running it over her hard palate, exploring her, tasting her, gently taking her bottom lip and pulling at it. Meanwhile he kept up the pressure on her nub, circling and applying pressure, feeling her muscles starting to tighten up for her finale. Rex started to thrust harder, pushing himself as deeply as he could get, feeling her walls start to close in around him again, and he saw Lara suddenly arch her back and let out a choked scream. Her tight pussy suddenly clamped down on him in rhythmic spasms and Rex lost himself in her, spilling over into her depths again, even as her contractions squeezed at him, massaging his cock deliciously. He moved within her for a few more moments, more lazily, wanting to savor the feel of her aftershocks and warmth. Finally, not wanting to overstimulate her, he leaned down and kissed her mouth softly.

“That was so good, my love. You did so good for me and Fives.” Lara heard Fives murmur agreement next to her, as he softly caressed her belly with his hand.

“I think we owe her a nice shower, don’t we, Rex?” Fives asked quietly.

Rex smiled down into her eyes, answering, “Of course we do.” He stood up, watching Fives dismount the bed and head to the bathroom to get the water on and warming. Rex leaned down and scooped Lara up into his arms, carrying her gently to the bathroom. Once he stepped into the large shower, he set her on her feet carefully, making sure she didn’t slip. Fives stepped into the shower with them, picking up her loofah and dropping some of her soap on it. The scent of lavender and vanilla swirled with the steam of the large tiled stall, and Fives moved to stand behind Lara, while Rex took some soap on his hand and started to rub it onto the soft skin of her front, still supporting her with one hand around her waist. Lara relaxed into his grasp, feeling them tenderly lather her , gently washing her body. They cleaned up all evidence of their lovemaking, while planting soft kisses on her wet skin, making her tingle with the sensation of their touch.

Rex ran his hands over her curves again, relishing the feel of the planes of her bones beneath the muscle. His fingers trailed down her abs to her mound, gently cupping it and applying pressure to her there, feeling her sigh in contentment and want. His fingers advanced gently, and he slipped one inside of her, feeling her spread her legs a bit to give him room, as Fives leaned down and kissed her neck and shoulders, tracing back up to kiss beneath her ear. He gently took her lobe into his mouth, biting it lightly and hearing her gasp. Lara felt her legs weaken a bit at the feel of Rex’s fingers applying pressure to her G spot firmly, almost tapping it or dragging softly across it, eliciting a groan from her lips. Fives turned her head to himself and kissed her mouth as Rex leaned forward to kiss her neck and shoulder, the pressure of his fingers getting more insistent, the palm of his hand pressing against her clit in just the right amount. Rex’s kisses trailed down to her breast, his left hand cupping her right, raising it so he could take the nipple into his mouth. He licked it, flicking it with the tip of his tongue, lapping at it slowly and then sucking at it slowly.

His fingers dove into her more insistently, and he knew he was on the right track as Lara’s ability to stand started to waver. Fives grasped her at the waist, helping to support her and hold her up so that Rex could continue his ministration, even as Fives worked to kiss and bite her on the neck, raking his teeth over the sensitive skin. Suddenly Lara fell off the edge, her orgasm rocketing through her body like an earthquake. Shaking, Fives took her weight and held her, as her body spasmed around Rex’s finders, and she cried out, tears dropping from her eyes at the intensity.

Rex looked deep into her eyes and said, his voice deep and sultry, “Did you like that, my goddess? Coming on my fingers? Feeling me fuck you like that?” Lara opened her eyes to gaze into his, the liquid brown pools shot through with golden flecks that always mesmerized her. She nodded languidly, still coming down from her high, resting in Fives’ arms. “What do you want us to do now, General? How else can we show you we worship you?” He saw her look change to something of exhausted defiance for a moment - his question struck her as slightly demanding, but damn they were making her feel so good. Seeing her hesitation and fight, Rex said a little more sternly, “Come on goddess, use your words. Tell us what you want me and Fives to do to your body.”

Taking a deep breath, Lara stood with Fives’ help and steadied herself. “I want to sit on Fives’ lap while you take me from behind, Rex. I want you to fill me up again, until I scream or cry or both, and we can’t function after.” She felt Fives laugh softly, his breath ghosting next to her cheek.

“You’re gonna let me in that tight pussy this time?,” he asked her, turning her head so he could get to her mouth. Fives kissed her slowly, a simmering lust on the edge of their action.

When he released her she breathed, “Yes. I want you to in my pussy, Fives. Who knows when I’ll see you again, get to touch you again? I want to make this last.”

Fives glanced over her shoulder at Rex and nodded. Reaching back he turned off the water of the shower and Rex stepped outside to grab towels. They dried Lara off carefully, gently, wrapping her up in its soft fluffy length, then both hurriedly dried themselves. Fives stepped over to her and swept her up in his arms, carrying her back to the bed still wrapped in her towel. He sat on the edge of the bed and scooted back to lean back against the pillows and headboard, pulling Lara onto his lap. She straddled his hips carefully, leaning forward to kiss his mouth softly at first, then more deeply. Fives opened his mouth under hers, his tongue searching for her own. They glided over each other, making out heatedly, her hands around his neck, her fingers spreading out to cruise through his short, thick hair.

She felt Rex settle on the bed behind her, on his knees. He leaned forward and kissed her shoulder, her neck, alternating soft sucks and little grazing bites with his incisors. At one point he nipped her a little harder, as if to get her attention, and she straightened, turning her head to kiss him, leaning back into his chest as Fives reached forward and undid her towel, pulling it off of her and letting it pool on the bed next to them. Lara could feel Fives’ cock hardening beneath her, and when Rex pressed himself against her back, she felt the tip of his own shaft stab into her, letting her know he was ready as well. Reaching below her with her right hand, she grasped Fives’ hard cock and rubbed the tip along her wet, hot cleft, seeing his eyes close in bliss at the sensation. She adjusted her seat and slid him home, hearing his moaning sigh at her tight squeeze, taking him deeply within.

Behind her she felt Rex press the tip of his cock against her other opening, letting it gently stretch the muscle there, waiting for her to relax, then slowly thrusting himself into her. She was so tight, he wanted to lose himself immediately, riding her until she bucked and he came in something near an explosion, but instead he took a deep, calming breath and rested his forehead against her shoulder. They all took a moment to get used to the feel of each other, breathing quietly simply together for a moment.

Lara looked into Fives’ eyes and nodded, feeling him slowly start to move within her, working in tandem with Rex. Again, the push/pull of them inside of her, their cocks brushing each other with only the thin wall of her vagina to separate their actions stirred the men to their climaxes quickly. Rex reached around Lara’s body to gently stimulate her clit, moving in small circles and giving pressure as he knew she liked. Fives held her body to himself closely, watching her face as they fucked her gently, lovingly. They wanted to give her pleasure, they wanted to worship her with their bodies. She was their goddess, the love of their lives, and they would do anything for her. Fives could tell she was getting close as she started to draw deeper pulls of air, started to arch her back into Rex. Rex wrapped his arms around her as she rested her head back into the crook of his shoulder, relishing the feel of them filling her up with their cocks. Fives leaned forward to caress her breasts, again suckling at her deliciously and tasting the salt of her skin, the residual of her soap on his tongue. He started to thrust a little harder, wanting to get as deeply in her as he could, hearing her moan as her finish came ever nearer.

Rex was being gentle from behind. He could see Fives’ eagerness to fuck Lara, to pound her a little from below, and he didn’t want to turn their pleasure into pain for her. So he kept a slow and steady movement, feeling her body squeeze around him, glorying in the feel of her smooth skin, the curve of her hips. His finger still made small circles on her swollen, tight clit, and he felt it start to spasm the tiniest bit, knowing she was about to finish. Looking at Fives he said, “Now Fives, cum in her now. Give it to her.”

Lara’s eyes opened like a cat’s eyes, small slits of pleasure that showed the glowing blue beneath. As she saw Fives let go, releasing himself within her, she felt her own orgasm hit her as Rex continued to stimulate her nub. Even as her climax hit and she bucked, Rex held her, kept his fingertip over her, applying pressure in a button pressing fashion, feeling her lose control as the contractions rolled through her. She pitched forward into Fives’ arms as Rex began to finish himself, thrusting into her harder now that Fives was done, the last vestiges of her orgasm vibrating against his cock in her ass. With one final thrust, Rex came, spurting thick, hot ropes of cum inside of her, feeling his own delicious spasms squeeze the last of his white gold into her. Rex bent over, placing kisses on her shoulder, then pulled out, laying beside her on the bed. Reaching over he pulled Lara off of Fives’ lap and snugged her body to his, while Fives took the damp towel and gently placed it between her legs to keep her clean from their endeavors. He lay on his side to face her, both men snuggling into her body, sated, feeling safe and at home with the goddess. Lara felt herself drifting off to sleep, secure in their arms, a pleasant fullness in her body, satisfied and tired.

Lara woke with a start, her eyes a little confused and wild wondering where the hell she was. The sun was bright over her head and she covered her eyes with her forearm quickly to give herself shade. A shadow stepped into the bright light of the sun; when her retinas recovered from their shock at the blinding light, she was able to focus on Rex. He wore a very bemused expression, his eyebrows raised and his eyes full of question.

“What uh… whatcha been doing up here, Lara?,” he asked carefully.

“Pretty sure I was sleeping,” she said a little evasively.

“And do you feel rested, after that ‘sleep’ you just had?” Rex quirked one eyebrow up and studied her with a mischievous little smirk.

Lara looked at him gaugingly for a moment. “Okay what was I doing?” She was waiting for the shoe to drop now. Had she been up here writhing and moaning? How embarrassed should she be. Who might have seen her? Oh god. Who might have seen her? Her face took on a comically horrified expression as the questions started to tumble around in her brain. “Please god tell me whatever I did, only you saw.”

Rex laughed softly and looked up, glancing back down the hill toward the town. “Far as I know, nobody saw you. But you were up here moaning a bit, and I distinctly heard you call both Fives and my name. So again I ask - what have you been up to in that mind of yours?” He knew in her pregnant state she often got quite demanding about her needs, but she’d never done this before. He was very curious what had been going on in her head.

Lara sat up, as Rex crouched down next to her, watching her patiently. He could see the wheels turning behind her eyes as she groped with the lingering heat of the dream, while she tried to come up with words that might explain herself to him. “It’s a good thing for you Fives isn’t here.”

“Because?,” he said slowly.

“Because in my debauched state, I may have enticed the two of you to take me together …” Rex’s eyebrows shot toward the sky. “… More than once.” His mouth opened a little in shock. Intrigued shock.

Rex sat back a bit on his haunches, grappling with that mental image. “So what you’re saying is, I shared you with Fives?” He had the most interesting smile playing at the corner of his mouth, like he wasn’t sure if he liked the idea, or simply didn’t know what to do.

Lara cleared her throat, feeling a dull creeping flood of embarrassment hit her. She knew she was blushing, and she brought her hands up to her face for a moment to hide her errant grin and giggles. Rex was old fashioned; she doubted she ever had to worry about him sharing her in the bedroom with anyone in this life. But she could tell the mental images of her dream intrigued him, quite against his will. “Um, yes, Rex, that’s what I’m saying. As I said it’s a good thing Fives isn’t here.”

Rex watched her face for another moment then stood and reached a hand down for her. Lara took the help and stood, falling into his arms when he pulled her to his body, wrapping his arms around her waist tightly. Rex murmured into her ear, “I guess I could always go see what Primer was doing…”

Lara gasped, scandalized and smacked his arm in surprise. “You would not!”

Rex laughed, surprised at her vehement reaction. “I could call Echo, I guess, too - at least he would remember what you liked… But Primer definitely has wanted into the club, you know.” Laughing. He was laughing behind his eyes, and was barely keeping in a real fit of chuckles. Lara knew he was joking - the man would never share her in real life at the same time as another. He wanted her all to himself when they were alone. But he was entertained by her embarrassment at the moment and was really digging the hooks in. “Hang on I have my comm here, let me just get Primer called up.”

Lara turned on her heel to stomp off. Over her shoulder he heard her words float back, “Do that Rex, and I’ll fuck him and make you sit there and watch.”

“Ooohhh, exhibitionist now are we? What if I like that idea?!” He saw two snapping bright blue eyes flash back at him as her pace got more choppy and angry. He laughed out loud at that point. Running to catch up to her, Rex grabbed her by the shoulders and turned to trot backwards for a couple of steps until she stopped. He quickly took the chance to kiss her, passionately, snogging her thoroughly for a moment, before pulling away and smiling into her eyes. “I can’t provide Fives for you, Lara, but I can do my best to remind you of how much I love you, if you’ll give me a chance.” He saw her expression soften, and added, “But if you call me Fives I’m gonna be forced to bend you over my knee and smack that butt of yours.”

Lara’s face broke up into a laugh, and she let Rex hug her to his chest. She kissed him back, feeling her desire for him rise, knowing the dream might never be a reality, but Rex was real and present and here, willing to give her everything he had for a moment of shared bliss. She ran her hands over his tight butt cheeks, grasping them and pulling his body to hers tightly, feeling the slight bulge of his hardening cock against her. As a last gesture, she ran her hand over his package, grasping his length firmly and handling his balls like a soft coin purse. He moaned softly in the back of his throat, his kiss deepening dreamily. Lara pulled away, and he could almost see the snarky reply before it formed and bubbled to the surface. “Okay. I’ll call you Primer.” She gave him a wink moved briskly past his body and reached back a firm smack on his ass, then broke into a sprint, laughing as she ran from him like a thoroughbred from the gate.

She heard Rex’s bemused, half laughing yell from behind her, “You’re so gonna get it, Lara! I know where you live!!!”

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[blubushie]

You know those misconceptions posts you made about things like weapons and medical stuff? Could you do one for horses (and maybe along with some other animals, too)?

Yeah, no wukkas! :]

Horses sleep standing up. Horses can nap while standing, but REM sleep only happens when the horse is lying down.

Horses are colourblind. Horses have dichromatic vision. They're able to see blues and yellows (and thus certain shades of green) but they can't see red, pink, or purple.

Horses communicate vocally. While neighs and nickers are used for long-distance "where are yous", horses primarily use body language for communication. Most of this is done with ear signals.

Horses need shoes. This is more an individual or breed thing than a necessity. Many horses do fine barefoot, especially breeds like mustangs or brumbies, where they've spent generations without shoes. Other breeds who generally have softer feet (like thoroughbreds) often require shoes as a baseline. Shoes also depends on how much work a horse does. Horses that have a large area to roam and are often active don't need their hooves trimmed often either. When I was a stockman and worked with Wiluna, who was a brumby caught at 2 and trained as a stockhorse, she never wore a shoe a day in her life and she didn't need trimmings since she was run often and naturally wore her hooves down.

White horses are common. The horse on the left is not white, it's grey. You can tell it's grey because it has black skin on its muzzle and black skin around its eyes. Greys are born grey and often lighten to white as they age. True white horses are the result of the dominant white gene, which is extremely rare. They have pink hooves, pink skin on the nose and around their eyes, but brown eyes. Dominant whites are born white. The thoroughbred on the right is a dominant white. ALBINO HORSES DO NOT EXIST. THERE IS NO ALBINISM GENE IN HORSES. That said, the closest gene to albinism in horses are lethal white syndrome foals, none of which survive longer than 72 hours after birth because the frame overo gene that results in their white colour also results in them being born without a colon. It's an agonising death and most are euthanised a few hours after birth. They're born with pink skin, all-white coats, pink hooves, and blue eyes. Sometimes their colour is almost a lilac purple.

Horses don't live a long time. With modern care horses often live into their 30s and even 40s. The oldest horse to ever live died at 62 years old in 1822. The most recent World's Oldest Horse, a gelding named Shayne, passed away at 51 years old in 2013.

Mules are stubborn. Mules aren't stubborn, they're just extremely smart and more certain in their own abilities than horses are (something they get from their donkey parent). Horses are self-destructive and have practically zero sense of self-preservation. Mules have incredible self-preservation and will not do something they do not think they can do without harming themselves, which makes people think they're stubborn. A horse will jump a metre to the ground and break its legs doing so, a mule will refuse the jump and slide down inside, preserving its life.

Mares are calmer than stallions. Any equestrian can tell you that mares are just as bad if not worse than stallions sometimes. They're moody and temperamental and very bloody obstinate. In my experience stallions are generally fairly easy to handle as long as there isn't a mare in oestrus nearby, but even then most riding/working horses are not stallion, they are gelded. You cannot geld a mare and they show it. Wiluna (the mare I rode when I was a stockman) would not tolerate ANYONE but me, and would frequently bite other horses around her, which is why she was relegated to working with me instead of being doubled up with someone else. Because of this she also had to be hobbled alone. She ran the mob and she knew it.

Mustangs have always been in the Americas. While it's true that horses WERE native to the Americas at one point, they (like most Pleistocene megafauna) went extinct in the Americas during the tail end of the last ice age, possibly due to overhunting by humans. The mustangs that are now in America (and the brumbies now in Australia) are technically feral animals, having descended from domestic animals what went wild or were left to wander. There is a case that could made, I supposed, for how long a species has to be in a place in order for it to be considered native (for example, dingos are considered a native species in some states despite having only been in Australia for ~5k years and not evolving on continent) but this is up for debate.

The natural gait of a horse isn't a gallop, but instead a trot. In the wild, galloping is only for flight to escape predators. A trot is the comfortable cruising gait of a horse.

Horses don't have sensitive skin. Horses have very very sensitive skin! It's why I don't like pointed spurs. The spurs I wore were rowels with the prongs filed down so I wouldn't poke Wiluna when I used them, but often they just ended up being for show since she responded so easily without them. All I needed was a light tap of my boot and she'd sidestep or do whatever I needed her to. That side, while the hide is sensitive, the mane is not. I would routinely fist a hand with the reins in Wiluna's mane when riding hard and she never fussed over it. You also grip the reins with one hand and fist that hand in the horse's mane when mounting as well.

You don't drive a horse. You guide it. You can drive a wagon/cart but you're still guiding the horse. Driving when it comes to animals/livestock means to bring an animal (but typically a group of animals) somewhere. So "driving horses" would mean you're mustering a mob of horses to a certain location. Think "cattle drive."

Most horses don't actually like their faces touched. This goes especially for strangers. Do not touch the face of a horse you do not know---you're liable to be bitten. If you want to present yourself to a horse, hold out your palm FLAT OUT with your fingers extended slightly downwards and let the horse sniff it. Then pull your hand back before it can bite you, because it's liable to try. (Also, if you feed a horse, the whiskers tickle!)

That's all I can think of for now. Have some horse moustaches.

#blu whos #blu zoo #horses

[lockandkeyhyena]

I’ve been watching those ‘train a mustang in 100’ days competition/adopt a mustang things on YouTube’s, and they may be picking the easier to train ones but that’s still so fast to me… week 1 some girls r already riding! (Not riding trained but like the horse is pretty chill w/ it) also you’ve worked with brumbies before??!! THATS SO COOL???!!! ✨

thank you!!! yeah its pretty dang cool haha, until one of them has a fit and breaks the fucking fence he’s tied to.

but DAMN people are riding week one??? thats insane to me

#yeen rambles #ask

[rebeccathenaturalist]

In case you missed it, there's been a second successful cloning of a highly endangered takhi, also known as Przewalski's horse. The new foal is a clone of a stallion whose genetic material was collected four decades ago. It's the first time any species has had more than one successful cloning, and it bodes well for being able to bolster populations with the genes of animals that have long since passed away, thereby increasing overall genetic diversity of the species.

The takhi is the only true wild horse; the tarpan went extinct early in the 20th century, though it is debatable whether these were truly wild, or simply feral domestic horses like today's mustangs and brumbies. While there has been much discussion as to whether takhi are a separate species from the domestic horse, evidence points in that direction. This includes the fact that the takhi has 66 chromosomes, compared to the domestic horse's 64 (oddly enough, they can interbreed and produce fertile offspring that have 65 chromosomes.)

Takhi went extinct in the wild in the 1960s due to overhunting and competition with domestic horses and other livestock, and have suffered multiple genetic bottlenecks since then as populations fluctuated as low as twelve individuals worldwide. Of the 2000 or so left in the world, fewer than 500 live in the wild, and all wild populations are due to reintroductions to sites in Mongolia, Kazakhstan, and China. Ongoing reintroduction efforts are crucial to the survival of this ancient species.

#Przewalski's horse #takhi #horse #wild horses #wildlife #animals #herbivores #ungulates #mammals #extinction #endangered species #cloning #nature #ecology #restoration ecology #environment #conservation

[nothingelsematterswrites]

hello the regency AU is making me In Sane and so if there is any fun worldbuilding/lore you want to share or have wished someone would ask about. please tell. i need more (<- no pressure of course i just love the story so much!!!)

hello let us all be In Sane together

LORE!

Starting with: writing easter eggs!

Mark is the Lord of Greenleigh because Greenleigh is a suburb in Queanbeyan, where he grew up IRL. The house is Shell House because his parents ran a Shell service station.

Mark found Oscar on April 25 - ANZAC Day.

Oscar's horse is named Wurring. Both Wurring and Cloud are characters in Elyne Mitchell's Silver Brumby series.

"Oscar" really does mean deer-friend. I changed the location of his finding from the stables to the deer trails because of it.

Story lore!

David joined the staff at Shell House when he was sixteen, starting off as a footman. He became Mark's valet when Mark turned eighteen, and they fell in love pretty much immediately. With that said, it also took over a decade for them to actually say anything about it to each other, and another five years before Mark could convince David that they could make a relationship work. Their story could be a whole fic in itself.

Nobody noticed that Mark is "battle-experienced"? Of course he is! By the time of this story Mark is in his early fifties (I fudged the ages slightly) and has fought in the French Revolutionary War!

Mark does have some cousins, but he doesn't really know them. They live in another part of the country and are not interested in the estate as they have other wealth.

Oscar's education is a fun mix of all the things that is proper for an omega to learn and several things that Mark could not resist teaching him.

The Sargeants are an odd mix of new money, trade money, with a dash of old money. A large part of the reason they are agreed so quickly to Mark's arrangement was because of the feeling that having Logan marry into nobility would legitimise their family's status, so to speak.

That is all I can think of for now. Ask more if you like!

#answering asks #a/b/o dynamics #fic: the regency au #loscar #mark webber #david coulthard