how not to win a stallion

The Farm


Cynn had finally done it. She was now the owner of a farm. Something
of a dream she had since she was a little girl. Cynn always loved
farms. She could recall the summer vacations of her youth at her aunt
and uncle’s farm. She loved feeding the chickens, pigs, and the other
farm animals. The trips stopped in Cynn’s high school years when her
aunt passed away a few months after her uncle. Cynn’s parents had no
intention of keeping the farm. Didn’t have the time or the desire. But
now with Cynn in her mid 20’s, she could change that.

She found a farm that was going bust. A farm owned by a corporation
was up for sale. Due to a recent merger, the company’s new philosophy
had no room for such interests. The neglected farms they owned started
to lose money. A prime reason to bleed them dry and sell them off.
The assets were mostly liquidated and the properties sold to whoever
wanted them at next to nothing. Cynn seized the opportunity. She was
able to get enough money together to buy a 40-acre farm with a house,
barn with stables, and some small assorted buildings and sheds for
various uses.

As the farm she purchased was abandoned for some months, it was void
of any animals. They were sold off to recoup the losses of a company
that knew little to nothing about farms. Why did a company buy farms
if they knew nothing about farming? Maybe the corporation bought a
company that had many interests and one of them was farming which they
didn’t want anything to do with? Maybe the shakedown in management
left them with no skills to properly run the farms? Whatever the
reason, Cynn didn’t care. Their loss was her gain.

There was some equipment left behind, mostly for maintenance, but
little else. The one thing Cynn always wanted to do was raise
animals, horses in particular. She couldn’t care less about growing
corn or wheat or whatever, she wanted to concentrate on livestock.
Cynn loved riding the horses on her aunt and uncle’s farm. Riding
gave her a feeling of power and independence. She wanted to feel that
again.

In her teen’s, Cynn worked for a horse breeder for a few years. She
became quite good at her job and moved up to management. That career
ended when her boss tried to make a pass at her one night when working
late. This just happened to coincide with her coming across the ad in
the paper for these farms going up for sale. She decided to take a
chance and go for it. Cynn got a business loan, received grant money,
and started her farm. Now all she needed was horses.

Cynn with her connections in the breeding sector was able to get
three fine young stallions and five mares. She even had enough money
left over to stock up on supplies for her and the business for a
few months. And with a year deferment on the bank loan, this left her
with nothing to worry about except run the farm.

Two of the mares Cynn had come into heat soon after arriving on the
property. The other three soon after. This was better luck than she
could have hoped for! Now Cynn was a big woman. In high school, she
could go toe to toe with any girl, and half the guys, and win. What
was also amazing about her was that she was one of the prettiest
girls in the school. She stood six feet four with a voluptuous figure.
Strong as an ox with the beauty of a Miss America. She ran
the farm alone, needing little help. The only time she saw anyone is
when supplies was dropped off. And now that she was stocked up for a
while, no one would be coming by anytime soon. That’s how she liked it,
by herself with no one to bother her.

When the mares were in heat, the young stallions were going crazy.
They were fidgeting around to the point where they were even difficult
for Cynn to handle. One day she forgot to lock the door that
separated them. To Cynn’s surprise, when the stallions started to
mingle with the mares, they had no resistance. The mares allowed the
stallions to mount them over and over again. This is something that
Cynn always like to watch. It would get her horny, watching those
beasts have sex. At times she wishes it was her that the stallions
were mounting. When Cynn would get real horny, she would pull out
this huge dildo that was near the size of a 2 liter pop bottle and
ride it into ecstasy. She worked her way up to that size over time.
Cynn started off with a regular sized one, but quickly got used to it
and needed something bigger, and bigger, and bigger. Now she needed a
new size.

One day when she was watching the horses have sex, she caught a
glimpse of one of the stallion’s penis. It was huge. Thick and long.
Not as long as most horses, but much thicker, a little thicker than
that dildo Cynn has. This horse was having trouble mating due to its
reduced length, but would hit the mark after a few minute of trying.
Cynn thought that even a cock that thick would be uncomfortable for
the mares, but he eased it in and out with no problems. The mare even
seemed to enjoy it by pushing backwards in attempt to meet his
thrusts. Cynn had never seen that before.

A couple of weeks had passed and the mares went out of heat. One of
the stallions calmed down, but the other was still horny, the one with
the thick cock. With the mares separated, he must have been going
crazy. He didn’t jump around too much, but his cock was always semi
erect. Cynn was concerned about his penis getting infected, sticking
out of its sheath nearly all the time. So she thought the best thing
to do was check it out every day to make sure it was okay, after all he
is a vital part of her new enterprise.

It was middle of summer now, the mares are pregnant, and it is hotter
than a half fucked fox in a forest fire. With the farm being secluded,
Cynn usually wore nothing more than a bathing suit. At times she would
turn on a sprinkler for the horses to cool themselves. Sometime she
would join in. Keeping the horses separated, she would spray the mares
down first, then the stallions. When Cynn went to water down the
stallions, one of them was happy enough to lay down in the shade under
the stable awning, something she noticed he liked to do. The other
always came over. The other horses she liked and got along with, but
this one was special, this one she had a bond with. Cynn named this
one Whispers, because he was quiet and hardly ever made a noise of any
kind other than grunt or neigh once in a blue moon.

On one hot day, Cynn was brushing Whispers. When she moved around to
the underside of him, she noticed his sheath. It looked like it was
going to burst. Wondering if something was wrong, Cynn touched it.
Slowly the penis slid out of its rubbery covering. This was the first
time that she was this close to a horses cock out of its sheath,
inches from her face. This made her flash back to when the horses were
mating.

Thinking about that made Cynn horny. Wicked thoughts started to race
through Cynn’s mind. When she looked back at the horse, she realized
that she was slowly stroking his penis. Cynn couldn’t get her hand
around it. The size made her think of that dildo she has back in the
house. Cynn was getting too horny, didn’t feel like going back into
the house. “What the heck”, Cynn thought, and started licking the
horses cock. She would lick along his shaft and end up at the head.
With her mouth over tip, she would stick her tongue in his piss hole.
Cynn would pull her mouth off and a long thick string of pre-cum
would run to her tongue, which she suck up and swallowed. Cynn’s
tongue made its way to his balls. They were big as watermelons. They
felt spongy with two hard centers. Cynn would lick from one to the
other from behind the horse. Then she started licking upwards towards
the horse’s anus. Cynn would lick around the hole then slowly stick
her tongue inside seeing what his reaction would be. Whispers
responded by lifting his tail out of the way, inviting her to do more.
Cynn couldn’t believe what she was doing, but kept on doing it
nonetheless. She tongued his hole for a long time. At first his ass
was a little bitter, but that soon gave way to bland, slightly salty
tasting goo. Cynn loved it. When her tongue couldn’t reach in any
further, she stuck in two of her fingers. The response from the horse
was to push back slightly. Cynn sensing that Whispers wanted more,
added another finger, and another, until her hand had disappeared into
her horses anus. Whispers made an unexpected move backwards, sinking
Cynn hand in almost up to her shoulder. And he still wanted more.

There was a cart that had a platform on it that came up to about ass
level with the horse that was a few feet from where they were
standing. Cynn had an idea. If the horse wanted more, then he would
get more, all he could take. Cynn secured the cart so it wouldn’t
move. She brought Whispers over to the cart and backed him up to it.
Cynn was very horny, hot, and sweaty by now. She pulled off her
bathing suit and flung it off to the side. She grabbed a blanket that
was near the door to the stall and hopped up on the cart. She spread
the blanket out on the edge of the cart near the horse and sat down on
edge.

Cynn then started to massage the butt crack of the horse with her
foot. Whispers responded by raising his tail. She then found his anus
with her big toe and was rubbing along the opening. From having her
arm inside a short time earlier, the horse’s anus was very slippery.
Whispers was enjoying this feeling and started to push backward as
before. Cynn continued to rub her feet in his ass until she felt her
foot slip inside his anus. The feeling was incredible…for both of
them. Inside his ass it felt hot and soft. This set Cynn on her first
orgasm, on sight alone of her foot in her horses anus. Whispers kept
pushing back until he had her leg in past the knee joint. Cynn
started to move her leg in and out, but Whispers wanted more and
continued to push backwards.

As this continued, it seemed as if Whisper’s anus was getting bigger.
Cynn pulled her leg out and inserted the other one. Her one leg was
coated with a milky colored slippery slime. She scooped some off with
a finger and ate some of it. It tasted good. She wanted to lick her
leg clean, but that would have to come later. Cynn then pulled her
leg out of her horse. She then put both her feet together overlapping
each other and placed them at the entrance to Whispers insides. Moving
her feet slowly up and down, Whispers pushed back. With little effort,
Cynn’s feet slid in. As the horse was getting use to the change in
size, he would push back. Then Whispers started to rock on and off
Cynn’s legs, taking a little more each time he went back. Before
long, both of Cynn’s legs were in up to her knees. All this activity
going on was causing Cynn to have orgasm after orgasm. To Cynn’s
surprise, Whispers kept pushing backwards. Cynn was sitting on the
edge of the cart, but then she picked her ass off the end and pushed
towards the horse. Whispers moved forward slightly which caused Cynn
to be supported by the horse at one end and her shoulders on the edge
on the cart. Cynn was about to pull herself out, thinking that
Whispers had enough. That’s when he started to move backwards again.
All Cynn could do at this point was to hold to the edge of the cart.
Whispers slowly kept pushing backwards. His anus was now stretched up
to her knees. As he continued to push he had her in to her thighs.
Cynn’s body being sweaty made it slippery. Whispers started to push
back in a series of small jerks. Each time he jerked, a little more of
Cynn inched in. After a few minutes, Cynn was in to the bottom of
her butt. She rocketed through another orgasm, more powerful that the
last. Cynn moved her legs a little inside her four legged lover, this
cause him to make a final lunge backward which put Cynn in her horse’s
anus up to her waist. Whispers then moved forward pulling Cynn off
the platform. She was now supported entirely by her horse’s ass. The
hour glass curve and size of her ass kept her from slipping out of her
lovers gripping anus. After what seemed like hours, Cynn felt a
pushing from inside her horse. She could feel his anus clenching and
releasing around her, nearly making her loose her breath. Whispers was
having his first anal orgasm. As the spasms increased, so did the
pressure that was pushing on Cynn. With a loud snort and a short
neigh, Whispers push Cynn from his ass.

Cynn lay on the ground amazed at what happened. Being in the horses
ass for so long make her skin wrinkle a little, like laying in a tub
of water for a while. This make her so horny, she had to have more.
Cynn quickly rinsed herself off and crawled under Whispers. She
started licking his cock as before. Soon it was hard. She wanted to
impale herself on that monster. He had fit her in; she could at least
do the same for him. She grabbed the blanket off the cart and placed
it on a bale of hay. She positioned Whispers over the hay. Cynn then
lay on the hay bale face down and positioned vagina against his
penis. Her cunt was already sopping wet. She just rubbed the head up
and down her opening a few strokes, and then slowly pushed back. Slowly
the huge head of that cock, made it was inside. Cynn decided she
wanted to see the action. She slid forward off his penis, flipped on
her back, and pushed the head back it.

Whispers enjoying this started to push forward. Her own lubrication
and Whisper’s pre-cum was making her entire pelvic region very
slippery. Cynn pulled on one of her butt cheeks far enough to push
two fingers into her anus while guiding Whispers cock into her cunt
with the other. Cynn was now racked with one orgasm after another.

Whispers continued to push his cock into his human lover. Then he
started to stroke, each time getting a little more inside. Whispers
was only about 15 inches long or so, but very thick. As Cynn looked
down at their union, she saw her belly go up and down every time
Whispers stroked. As his pace increased, Cynn knew that he would be
coming soon. Whispers was moving now back and forth quickly, but his
cock didn’t move in and out much. It was at this time his head flared
out. With a cock that big, it must have flared out to the size of a
cantaloupe. As she looked down, her belly looked as if it was 3-4
months pregnant. A few seconds later Whispers released his load into
Cynn’s womb. With his head flared out so much, very little semen
escaped. He pumped his load for at least five minutes. When he was
done, he just stood there for a while. He had pumped so much into her,
she looked like she was 8 months pregnant. With the head still quite
large, but not as large as when he came, Whispers pulled his cock out
of his lover.

Cynn had expected the cum to come rushing out, but instead it came
out very thick and slowly. It was about as thick as toothpaste. When
she bend over to stand up, it squirted out a little faster until she
stood upright. She stood with her legs apart and pushed on her belly.
The thickened goo came out which she caught some in her hand. She held
her hand above her tilted back head. She opened her mouth and poured
the thick semen on to her tongue. Cynn loved the way it tasted. She
did this for at least another ten minutes. When she was done, her
stomach still look pudgy. Oh well she though. It will run out when it
get ready. Whispers laid down on a pile of hay, tuckered out from the
days activities. Cynn washed off and went into the house where she
slept until the next morning.

Cynn awoke the next morning to find that the rest of the semen had
worked it way out during the night and coated her bed sheets. This
made her very horny and she started licking at the sheets. She grabbed
her dildo and slid it in to her cunt and started working it back and
forth in a frenzy. The horse cock was too good. She could never go
back to the dildo now.

It was another hot morning which would turn into another hot day.
Cynn went to check on and take care of the horses as usual. She
noticed that she had started the day without eating breakfast. Guess
it was all that semen, she didn’t need to eat. When Cynn approached
Whispers in the yard, he got a hard on right away. “You’re thinking
the same thing I am”, she thought. She stripped right there. She was
under Whispers sucking away on his cock. This time she managed to get
the head in her mouth. Cynn was concerned that her teeth may hurt his
cock, but it was tough enough to withstand it. She worked her tongue
in and out of his piss slit. Before long Whispers started to make
little bucking motions. The next thing Cynn knew was that his cock
head inflated in her mouth. It felt like it was going to dislocate her
jaw. In a few seconds, Whispers released his load into his mistress’s
mouth. With the inflamed head preventing her from removing his penis
from her mouth, she was forced to drink down at least a quart of horse
sperm without spilling a drop.

After a few minutes the head shrunk down enough for her to pull his
cock from her mouth. She loved the taste and was licking up what was
dribbling from Whisper’s penis. Cynn has some chores to do, so she
cleaned up and finished her duties. After all, Whisper needed time to
build up another load.

The next day was much like the last two, Cynn having sex with her
boyfriend, or should I say horsefriend. The both of them were hot for
each other again. Cynn began by stroking his anus with her tongue.
Whisper wanted to push back, perhaps get her head in his ass. If it
wasn’t for her hair in the way, he could have. She could always wear a
shower cap, but that would be for another day. Cynn had lubed her
anus up real good. She wanted to feel Whisper in her ass. This time
she stood bent over under him after getting him hard, which was easy
now. She took him into her pussy and worked him there for a short
time. Then she pulled him out and placed the head at her anus. Cynn
pushed back, Whisper pushed forward. The head popped inside. Never
before had Cynn’s ass felt so full, and this was just the beginning.
With each thrust his cock went in a little further. When the sheath
was nuzzling against her anus, she started into a string a mind
shattering orgasms. After a little bit longer, she could feel his
balls slapping her cunt. This nearly made Cynn pass out with ecstasy.
Then she felt that now familiar feeling of Whisper’s head swelling up.
Soon he was shooting wad after wad deep into her bowels.

When they were able to separate, she crapped the horse goo into a
small bucket. She then got him hard again and fucked him in her pussy.
After a little longer, he came and filled up her birth canal with
horse jizm. She squatted over the same small bucket and pushed out the
cum. Whisper, now exhausted laid down. Cynn, still very horny, poured
the bucked of thick horse slime in her mouth. She would swish it
around her mouth before swallowing it.

The next month went by. Every day it was the same thing. Cynn would
make sure all the chores were done, and then she would have fun with her
lover, Whisper. Cynn rarely ate since she drank so much horse semen.
After about six weeks into her love affair, she noticed she was
putting on some weight. “Gotta kick back on the extra protein”, she
chuckled to herself. Next thing she knew she was eating like it was
going out of style. She was always hungry, and couldn’t figure out
why.

Another month when by and she gained sixty pounds. It looked as if her
weight was contained to her stomach. Then she realize something,
something that gave her the chills. She hadn’t had her period in two
months. Cynn periods were always quick, only lasting a day or two,
but even then, she should have caught it. “I can’t be pregnant. It
just can’t happen!”, she said out loud. “How will I deliver it if I
am?” she wondered.

Over the next several weeks her appetite was out of control. Cynn ate
from sun up to sun down. Her belly was the size of a large bean bag
chair. She had moved in to one of the sheds because she could no
longer fit through the doorway of the house. She found it difficult to
move around with the load growing in her. Even with this problem, it
didn’t stop her from getting fuck at least once a day. But she had to
restrict it to anal and blowjobs. Cynn’s breasts were huge, filling
up with milk. Each breast had to be the size of ten gallon bucket.
Cynn weighed in at four hundred thirty five pounds.

Cynn thought that maybe the birth won’t be so bad. Her vagina had
dilated like crazy. It was even bigger than it normally was. Sometime
she would try to walk from place to place and the “baby” would kick
and through her off balance. Sometime the feeling of something that
big growing inside her make her horny. It was one of these times she
felt a contraction. A little while later she felt another one, but
stronger. Another one came and her water broke.

This was it, Cynn was in labor.

The only thing Cynn was wearing was a pair of cotton panties; it was
the only thing that still fit. With the contractions hitting, she
couldn’t reach them to pull them off. All she could do was lay on her
back and hope it would all be over soon. After about an hour of
contractions, Cynn felt the urge to push. She pushed hard from her
insides as well as on her belly with her hands. She felt the “baby”
enter her birth canal and start to poke out her vagina. She pushed
again and again, each time the load delivered a little further. As it
started to come out the “baby” started wiggling around a little. This
helped it to ease out. She pushed again as she heard the panties rip
that she couldn’t get at earlier. This wiggle was arousing her. Cynn
actually thought about doing this all over again. That may depend on
what comes out. She had no idea what the child may look like. Would it
be horse, or a mix of the two? She would soon find out. After about a
half hour of pushing, she gave one final big push…

…and it was born.

It was a perfectly formed baby horse, a boy. Cynn grabbed some
scissors nearby and cut the umbilical cord that connected them. In a
few minutes, the placenta oozed out. Just the placenta alone was twice
the size of a human baby. The young newborn horse, have already taken
its first breaths of air was looking for the teat.

In the month that followed, Cynn weaned the young horse. Since then
Cynn has had six horse births. These horses were champions and sold
for hundred thousand each. The way they knew what their owners wanted
and there intelligence was unmatched. This rare possible union produce
offspring that make Cynn rich beyond her wildest dreams, monetarily
speaking of course.

Thunderbirds Are Go – ‘Equestrian Education’

Based on a prompt by @wonderavian

Grandma is an old-hand at horse riding, both casually and competitively. She teaches her sons and grandsons how to ride when they reach a certain age.


SCOTT - The Jockey

He patted the snorting Thoroughbred’s neck, shifting excitedly in the saddle. Scott had barely soaked up the basics of horse riding, but he couldn’t hold back his need for speed any longer. This was supposed to be the fastest horse in the Tracy stable and he was all too eager to put that reputation to the test. The mare whinnied and launched itself and Scott forward.

Grandma was leaning against the cold metal bars that lined the track. A grin of approval played about her lips as she watched her first grandson completing a run worthy of the Kentucky Derby.

 

VIRGIL - The Cowboy

The black gelding trotted into view, carrying the epitome of a cowboy on its back. Virgil had decided to mix his usual choice of plaid shirts with faded jeans and actual ranch approved boots. He had tied a pine green scarf around his neck that complemented his green plaid shirt. When Virgil approached Grandma, he politely tipped his light brown Stenson.

While her favourite grandson was busy lassoing dummies and kicking up sand inside the pen, Grandma couldn’t fail to notice the pair of girls at the other side of the enclosure whose eyes were locked onto an oblivious Virgil.

 

ALAN - The Hunter

They were following the falcon as it homed in on its prey. Alan tried to match Grandma’s pace. He was riding a rather energetic yearling. Both horse and rider felt the urge to dash forward and reach the target of their hunting trip before the airborne hunter whose task was to make the kill.

Alan pulled his snorting horse up beside Grandma, blue eyes aglow with pride and excitement. At first he hadn’t liked the thought of killing bunnies but eventually the thrill of the hunt took over. The falcon shifted on his gloved hand and uttered a brief screech.

 

GORDON - The Showboat

Teaching Gordon how to handle and approach a horse had been easy enough. Getting him to execute even the most basic of commands, had been quite another matter. Gordon had smirked mischievously when he found out that the horse he had chosen was actually a well trained, well mannered, medal winning dressage horse. Grandma sighed and facepalmed at the sight of Gordon steering his ginger stallion into a complicated semi-dance rather than the simple ‘gallop-stop-canter’ command he was supposed to practise.

Gordon couldn’t wait for Penny to show up at the stables so he could show off some killer moves.

 

JOHN - The Jumper

The white mare and her rider had one thing in common, beside being in possession of long and slender legs: they both loved to defy the pull of gravity, even if for the briefest instance in the case of the four-legged creature. John had effortlessly bonded with his new friend through his gentle voice and demeanour. Before long they were braving even the fiercest of obstacles that were set up inside the pen.  

As she witnessed John mounting the mare, long legs getting tangled in the stirrups, Grandma couldn’t help chucking. Gravity is and always will be John’s arch nemesis.


As soon as I began to think about how to flesh out this prompt, I realized I shouldn’t focus on the lessons themselves but on the different personalities of our Tracy brothers and how that would reflect in the kind of horses and the equestrian disciplines they’d adhere to. Enjoy! @madilayn @vikapediathat @n-chu4ever @typethedragon @manhandlaa

dovieplumbs  asked:

And Avi xox

When they discover they’ve got a crush:
She wouldn’t like it at all. Ignore it at all costs and put herself as far away from said person as she could manage.. Sadly she couldn’t shake Stallion. ;)

How they confess/hint:
She told Stallion angrily. Calling him out in angry Italian for being such a smooth mother fucker, such a gentleman and so damn persistent.

Big gestures of love:
Actually letting him close enough to hurt her after her past is the biggest gesture she could have given.

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The Lad & the Maiden in the Castle of the Rosy Clouds 

Scottish traditional story. Illustration by Swedish artist John Bauer (1911).

ONE LATE AFTERNOON young lad Cedric, dozing after a hard’s day work in the fields, dreamt a dream that stayed as real to him when he awoke as it did while he was dreaming it.

In his dream, a maiden stepped out of a rosy haze of clouds in front of a castle, and instantly he recognized the maiden as the right woman for him. There was something about her manner and style that felt natural and perfect. 

“Do you know what I know?” the maiden said with a welcoming smile.

“I know I’d be happy with you all my life,” said Cedric. 

“And I with you,” she said. “I am the Maiden of the Castle of Rosy Clouds. You must seek and find me, and then we can be together.” She vanished and Cedric woke up.

Cedric asked everyone he knew - the hired hands at the farm, the shopkeepers, and anyone else he met - if they knew anything about the Maiden of the Castle of Rosy Clouds. Many laughed and assumed he was joking, others figured he must be crazy, while a few seemed to hint they knew something because they would slap him on the back and say, “Well you cut yourself a tall order, didn’t you?” without explaining what they meant.

“I have no choice but to travel till I find someone who knows,” Cedric thought. He gathered his belongings and started on a path through the woods. After many days, he came to a hut so overgrown with weeds he almost didn’t notice a very old woman tending her garden beside it. Even after the old woman stood up, she was not much taller. Cedric thought he had never met anyone that old and wrinkled and hunched over - surely the woman must be over a hundred years old! He said, “Old woman, do allow me to help with your garden.” He pulled all the weeds and set layers of thick grasses between the rows so the weeds wouldn’t come up again for awhile. He filled one of her baskets with green beans, brussel sprouts, potatoes, beets and peas from the garden, and brought them inside to make her soup. The old woman asked the visitor why he was traveling so deep in the woods. 

“Ah!” she said after he had told her about the Maiden of the Castle of Rosy Clouds, and sunk down in a chair. “I can’t tell you how to find her, but I think I remember a nursery rhyme about her from when I was a child. Now…what was it?…” After concentrating a minute and humming to herself she exclaimed “Ah, yes!” and sung this:

                      “How to find the maiden in the castle of the rosy clouds?
                       How to win the maiden in the castle of the rosy clouds?
                       First you need a stallion gray
                       Who midst the clouds can find his way.
                       You need a red mantle, that of a squire
                       To keep you safe from embers and fire.
                       And you need the sword that is known as Gull
                       To split the iron serpent’s skull.”

“Not bad remembering for an old woman, yes?” she smiled a toothless smile. But after a minute she shook her head and said, “Young man, I must tell you this. In all my years - and I have lived a long time! - I have never seen a stallion that can ride clouds, nor a mantle that does not burn, nor any sword known as Gull. So if you ask,” and now she leaned forward, “what is my advice? I’ll tell you. Forget it. Forget about finding the maiden in the rosy clouds.” And the old woman settled back in her chair, nodding to herself.

Cedric stayed with the old woman a couple of days and repaired her cottage and drew plenty of fresh water for her, and then he went on his way. For many nights he dreamt about the gray stallion, the red mantle and the sword known as Gull, but each time when he woke, he did not have any better idea how to find them than he had had before. And with barely a coin in his pocket, even if he were lucky enough to find one of the magical items, he could hardly buy it anyway.

Around five years later, Cedric was traveling through a wild and desolate mountain region where dangerous gorges and dark ravines opened on every side. Suddenly he heard a desperate cry. An older woman burst past him followed by an enormous slithering snake, 200 feet long and 20 feet wide, with black hair shaking from its neck, shining thick horny scales from neck to tail, and flaming red eyes. 

“Ah, I wish my knife were bigger!” Cedric pulled his small pocket knife from its sheath and ran toward the snake. Instantly the creature turned its attention away from the old woman, who escaped behind some boulders, to the young man brandishing the pocket knife. The snake seemed ready to devour both boy and knife. As Cedric charged the snake, his knife suddenly transformed into a long, gleaming sword, and with one mighty blow to the snake’s neck the young man chopped off its head.

“Why, that must have been the iron snake,” mulled Cedric, “and this must be the sword of Gull. Since it’s in my hand now I suppose it must be mine.” Cedric went on his way, with hope fired in his heart that he was on the right track to finding the Maiden in the Castle of the Rosy Clouds.

Another five years passed. While Cedric found many chances to put his sword to good use, he found no one who could tell him anything about the Maiden in the Castle of the Rosy Clouds.

One day he came to a village where the people were running frantically around, astir and beside themselves. One of the largest homes in the center of town had caught on fire. “Alas! Old lame Father Lars is still up there!” they cried. Indeed, as Cedric rushed toward the burning house he could see in the third floor window the shadow of a frantic old man. But how to get him out? - the tallest ladder had already burned and no other ladder reached beyond the second floor. 

“I have only myself in the world so what have I to lose?” thought Cedric and he ran up the stairs to the third floor while flames licked both legs. Outside, the villagers saw a second shadow enter in front of the window and lift the old man as if he were a child, but in the next instant the entire building was aflame. “Both he and the stranger are lost!” they wailed. Yet moments later, with an astonishment they would relay to their children and grandchildren again and again in years to come, they saw the young man emerge from the flaming building quite unharmed, carrying on his back the old man who was just as surprised as they.

Perhaps none was as surprised, however, as Cedric himself who, as he set down the old man, noticed a red mantle fluttering around them both. “Of course!” he thought, “the red mantle from the rhyme that protects from fire! Now I have two of the magical items - the sword of Gull and the red mantle. The only one left between me and the Maiden in the Castle of the Rosy Clouds is the flying gray stallion.”

The young man politely stayed for a few days and let the villagers feast him and congratulate him over and over, and then he resumed his journey.

Ten more years passed. While Cedric brandished the sword of Gull, protected others from fire with the red mantle, and performed many a great deed, he discovered no clue to bring him closer to his Maiden in the Castle of the Rosy Clouds.

By this time Cedric developed something he didn’t have before - a companion. Another young man, impressed with Cedric’s brave deeds, had become his friend and asked to accompany him on his adventures. Often the friend implored Cedric to share with him the secret of his success. Finally, Cedric confided in him the magic powers of the sword of Gull and the red mantle. They talked long into the night. The next morning when Cedric awoke the companion was gone, and so were the sword and mantle.

Furious, Cedric called for his friend everywhere, followed footprints, but all to no avail. He climbed a hill to get as wide a view as possible, and there in the distance noticed his friend, clutching the red mantle in one hand and his own sword in the other. Cedric realized his worst fear. “He robbed me!”  Yet the next moment, something even more unbelievable took place. The red mantle unfolded from under the lad’s arms, rose into the air like a blanket, then grabbed his former friend like an eagle swooping for its prey, and held him aloft, kicking his legs and crying out in terror.

The mantle soared higher and higher, carrying the thief over a wide, deep, chasm. When it reached the other side it dropped him, and there he tumbled headlong until Cedric could see him no more.

“Surely he’ll die of wounds from the fall if he’s not already dead!” Cedric thought, alarmed, and ran to the edge of the chasm. He must jump across to the other side and there wasn’t a moment to lose. Cedric took a running start and leapt as wide as he could, but almost at the very moment both feet left the edge of the ravine he realized he didn’t have enough momentum to bridge the gap and would surely fall to his death. As he lost momentum and started to fall, Cedric somehow landed on something soft and realized he was riding a horse, a gray stallion in fact, that was riding through the air and taking him safely to the other side. The moment they alighted, Cedric rushed to his friend, who moaned in mortal pain near the bushes.

Hurriedly, Cedric ripped his clothes to make bandages to stop the flow of blood. When he had tightly bound the wounds and tucked soft grasses under his friend’s head, Cedric stood up and look around. The gray stallion was still there, neighing softly, and the sword of Gull, and the red mantle, which had neatly folded itself, lay on the ground. Cedric slipped the sword back in its sheath, tied the red mantle around his neck, and lifted his friend on the horse in front of him. He rode the fallen friend to the next town, where he stayed until he was well.

More long years passed. Cedric’s cheeks became furrowed and his hair had turned gray. His childhood friends had long since married and had children of their own, many of whom had grown up and married, too. Still, Cedric continued to ride the gray stallion in search of the maiden from the dream of his youth.

Then one day in the distance, swirled a rosy mist. Through the clouds he caught a glimpse of a golden spire of castle glinting in the sun. Could it be? The stallion seemed to know and caught the excitement, eagerly starting on the winding road that led to the castle. As soon as Cedric entered the foggy haze of the clouds, a fierce giant let out a roar and pounded toward him. As the giant, now close enough to strike, flung back his arm, Cedric clutched the sword of Gull. At that very moment, the giant vanished without a trace. Then everything was quiet except the galloping of the gray stallion, bounding up the mountainside toward the castle.

At last, he arrived. The drawbridge lowered, and stepping out to welcome him was the very maiden of his dreams, the Maiden of the Castle of the Rosy Clouds. She smiled with a warmth every bit as inviting and wonderful as he remembered.

“You have come,” she said. “You found me and now you have won me.”

“But it took so long,” the rider sighed. “Now I am old and gray.”

The maiden only smiled, took his hand, and led him to the drawbridge over the moat. She pointed to his reflection in the water. Looking back at Cedric from the water was the image of his youth, a handsome young face with firm, unlined cheeks.  Amazed, Cedric felt his own face - could it be?  He took the maiden’s hand and together they entered the castle.

anonymous asked:

Hey, you want to send me the links to those fanfics you've been teasing me about so ruthlessly? *eyebrow waggle* x dumbasses-in-love

Here’s a list of the fics i’ve added to my kindle that I haven’t read yet, but I intend to. Because they sound awesome. These are all AU’s btw :)

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Sleeper, Awake! - Written by OverlordoftheBees 300k+
When their Father cast them from Heaven, his Angels lost themselves in their grief. In 1424, they haunted the skies of citadels, as winged mercenaries turned animal, seeking bloodshed for a slight they no longer remembered. From Ardus, the central city of the kingdom, groups of soldiers took to the Roads to provide crucial supplies and transport amongst citadels. When Castiel, the last remaining Angel equipped with any sense of humanity, happened upon an attack to a Slayer’s party on the Road, he rescued the only survivor - Dean Winchester - and spared him from certain death. Under starry skies and the shadowy treetops of Ardus’ forest, the pair breached the boundaries of their relative humanity and divinity, discerning first friendship and then more, until, driven by love, Castiel was imprisoned by the Empress Lilith for the crime of animalism.

When the door to the tomb is opened, Dean is returned to him. Only Dean no longer knows him, and the year is 2013.

FYI, don’t be discouraged by the major character death. It begins with Cas being found in a stone cell that he’d been tortured and locked in for 600 years (He wasn’t aware of how much time had passed) He was found in there by the reincarnation of Sam, Bobby and Dean. They take him in, astounded to discover that Angels are real, Cas recounts the story of how he fell in love with Dean to how he was captured. So obviously, the Dean in 1424 is dead because it’s been 600 years. He’s the MCD in the story, so no need to worry.

Why do I go to extremes? Written by zation 100k+ - 
In a world where Weres are basically pets to humans, having sex with one is clearly off limits. In the same world, Dean Winchester lives with this enormous secret that no one has yet to find out. Too bad that a chance meeting will have him confronted with that secret in the most blatant of ways.Or,The one where human Dean has a fetish for fucking Alphas and where Alpha Castiel might not be as clueless as some seem to think.

Pitchers and Catchers Written by Unforth 100k+ (Cas/Dean/Jimmy)
In his entire career, from Little League to the pros, Castiel Novak has only ever pitched to his twin brother Jimmy Novak. When circumstances force him to need to find a new catcher, Castiel knows there’s no replacement for his brother…

Put Your Mark On Me Written by Tenebrex 60k+  
A story about Soulmates, a company with too much power and greed and a deadly fight for the right to control your own life.

Sleight of Hand Written by aileenrose 60k+
Dean Winchester has interviewed them all–mob bosses, serial killers, crooked politicians. Next he plans to unveil the con-man who markets himself as Castiel, a reclusive and secretive “healer” who claims to heal the sick in return for thousands of dollars.

Dean’s expecting a challenge, but he never expected Castiel to be so clueless or sweet…or that he might be telling the truth.

Some Things are Brighter in the Dark Written by Elizabeth1985 60k+
Dean Campbell had an alright life. Nothing really to complain about. Well… except the seizures, and the general sensation that something was wrong. But then he crashed the Impala, and two days later an innocuous man moved in across the hall and everything changed. It was intense how he felt about Cas, this blue-eyed mysterious guy that said the strangest things. Dean fell for him so hard it was borderline insane. As much as it terrified him, Dean gave into it… let himself be happy. Of course, that was when it happened, when something shattered the lie. The mystery of his life had been solved, but what would it cost him?

That’s Not the Sound Godzilla Makes… Written by thatwriterlady 100k+
Dean has had a long week at work. All he wants to do is kick back with a beer and watch a movie. Simple enough, right? Except those are not the roars of Godzilla coming through his Bluetooth speaker…

Cas is horny but is clueless as to how to get that nagging itch under his skin to disappear. He realizes that now that he lives alone, he can watch porn without risk of being caught by parents or siblings, so he kicks back with his laptop and the new Bluetooth speaker his brother sent him. Except he can’t get the darn thing to work quite right…

Love in a McHopeless Place Written by Weasleychick32 100k+
Throughout his years working at McDonald’s Dean has experienced a great number of awkward, unsanitary, and just plain strange situations, but what exactly is he supposed to do when he finds a homeless man sleeping in the playplace? This isn’t in the employee handbook. 

Give Me A Ring Sometime Written by WinchestersRaven, ZRobnett, ZRobnett2 80k+
Castiel and Dean get married when they are 19 after a night of heavy drinking in Las Vegas. It’s an impulsive thing that Cas barely remembers in the morning. After they break up Cas moves off to college and never gives it a second thought, thanks to his parents telling him it wasn’t legal. Ten years later after his fiance’ Balthazar presses him to set a date they go to get their marriage license and he finds out the marriage to Dean is indeed legal. Cas, determined that he is happy with Balthazar and marrying him is what he wants; packs a bag and goes to Poughkeepsie to get Dean to sign divorce papers. Dean however is not going to make it easy on Cas. 

Hold your horses, Cowboy! Written by PlatypussGirl 100k+
Castiel is 21 when he escapes from an abusive relationship and flees to the Kansas country side to work at the Winchester horse ranch where he meets Dean, the oldest son of the Winchester family.

Although Dean feels extremely attracted to the new stable boy, he denies his feelings and shuts him out. Until Castiel ends up in the hospital after an accident with one of the stallions.

Life After Death Written by TheIttyBitty 60k+
Castiel Collins is nineteen when he dies.
Nineteen when he’s resuscitated.
Nineteen when he realizes that he has to start living.

Innocent Looks Written by CassondraWinchester 100k+
Cas is a beleaguered public defender who gets the Winchesters as his next case and for the first time ever believes his clients are truly innocent. How could they not be? Dean, the older one So earnest and honest, so utterly protective of his younger brother, and Sam, so knowledgeable about the law and how it works, he helps Cas build their case. They win, of course, and Dean insists they all go out and celebrate. 

Cas wakes up the next morning, bound and gagged in the backseat of the Impala as Dean looks over his shoulder and grins.“Morning Angel.”

It’s Just a Name Written by myendlessparade  60k+
Everyone was born with their soul mate’s name tattooed on their wrist, but until puberty, for most people at least, it just looked like a black smudge, as if someone had taken wet ink and rubbed it into paper. Castiel could properly read the name on his wrist when he turned fourteen, “Dean.”

Ad Interim Written by emwebb17 80k+
Castiel is invited to study at the prestigious International Academy of Art and is one of the very select few who is told about the real power of Art: people and events can be influenced by the stroke of a paintbrush. As Castiel learns more about this power, he realizes he can do a lot more than what he’s being taught in the classroom. Maybe even interact with the beautiful, expressive subject of his favorite four hundred year old painting.

I was going to add more (since I have 50 unread fics on my kindle) but this is already such a long post. I hope you’ll enjoy these anyway! I hope i’ll enjoy them too ♥

This is the obligatory post where I yell about how excited I am that the Animal Kingdom babies are SERIOUS runners. He’s not supposed to sire two-year-olds, they were expected to be later developing. Plus I heard some really negative comments about his kids before they hit the track. And now here they are, winning all over the globe. Super excited to see AK’s stallion career take off!

The Lion and the Wolf(P.1)

Title: The Lion and the Wolf(P.1)
Pairing: NewtxReaderPeter Pan
Warnings: Cussing
Summary: Newt and Y/N have hated each other since grade school, Y/N has finally cleaned up her life and got back on track. College, friends, a future. That’s all she’s wanting now, but when she figures out Newt is here, she has to think of the past she used to have coming back to surface and not just because of her bickering with Newt, but the rough past she used to have with his brother, Peter.


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She set her suitcases on top of the bare mattress of her full sized bed and unzipped the first one, tugging it open. The girl smiled at the thought of finally starting a new life in college. Her troublemaking past behind her, this was a new start. This year, she’d focus on her studies and her future. She might even have a new friend moving in as her roommate. Everything was going to be great. 

The female might be speaking to soon, she still hadn’t met her roommate, what if it was that Theresa Agnes? Would she let the damn brunette distract her from her new life?

Ceasing her unpacking, she decided it’d be best to just go for a small walk, clear her head and then come back with a fresh mind so she was more prepared for who ever it was that would be sharing her dorm. Eyes closed the girl made her way down the stairs, hands shoved deep into her pockets as she switched from foot to foot. No, she wouldn’t let Theresa ruin this for her. No one would, not one damn person was going to mess this up for her.

Smack!

Her eyes flew open just in time to see a clutter of papers fall to the floor along with a few books and pencils. “Oh that’s just great! Why don’t you just watch where you’re going?!” The boy growled, tugging the hood off his head to glare up at the one who had dared to knock into him.

Both of them froze, eyes wide in shock as they looked at each other.

Well, if she had been betting that nothing was going to ruin this for her, she would be betting on the wrong horse. Because the winning stallion was staring her right in the face, brown eyes slowly narrowing in anger.

“Are you fucking serious right now!?”

“Oh that’s a good way to say hi, Isaac!” Y/N spat back, arms crossing over her chest. “How about ‘wow, Y/N how nice to see you, sure didn’t expect to see you here!’”

The boy let out an annoyed scoff, his eyes rolling. “You got the last part right. I sure didn’t expect to see you here. The hell are you doing here anyways? I thought you got kicked out of Rexton.” He growled, shoving his hands in his pockets, momentarily forgetting about the mess of papers on the stairs.

“You idiot, they can’t kick you out of a whole fucking town.” The dark haired girl replied, bending down to swoop the papers up into a pile, her eyes lifted up to meet his as she grabbed the pencils, handing them up to the blonde haired male. “I finished with good grades, I got a scholarship. What about you? Thought you’d be dying of heatstroke in Shanton. Or more like, I hoped that’s what you would be doing.”

A small chuckle passed his lips as he snatched the objects from her hand. “I thought Juvenile hall would have taught you to keep your mouth shut, but then again they probably didn’t have a strong enough adhesive to clamp those lips of yours together.”

“I got a scholarship here too.” He finally answered, putting the books in a pile, shoving them into his bag. “I was just coming up here to drop this stuff off at mine and Tommy’s dorm.”

“Are you guys that serious now? Already living together and everything, huh?” A smirk crossed her features while she stepped to the side, letting the male pass her, she didn’t get a response, just a cold glare. “Tell him I said hi then!”

He rolled his eyes and started up the stairs, but the girl quickly retreated her steps and stopped him again. “Hey…If you and Tommy are here…Is uh…is Peter?”

This time he really intensified his glare. “What do you care? He’s the reason you got sent to juvie, isn’t he?”

The girl shook her head. “You don’t know the whole story. It’s not his fault…H-How’s he doing?”

“Just cause I’m his brother, doesn’t mean I know anything about him.” Newt got a better handle on his things before shoving past Y/N. “Ask him yourself. Sure you’ll find him somewhere around. People like him and yourself tend to flock together eventually.”

It was her turn to roll her eyes as she continued down the stairs only to be swept into someone’s arms with a bright grin. “Y/N! It’s great to see you! Finally broke free, huh?!”

Y/N smiled, though her mind was rolling its eyes. “Good to see you, Thomas.” She smirked. “Just ran into your boyfriend. He’s as cheerful as always.”

Tommy chuckled, letting her go. “If you didn’t cause so much trouble with his brother, Newt might actually like you a bit.” He grinned. “You know he thinks you’re beautiful, yeah?”

“Yeah.” She said sarcastically, rolling her eyes. Obviously, she didn’t believe him one bit. “How have you been, Tommy?”

Thomas shrugged. “School work, work, parties. Livin’ the good life, you know?” 

“I don’t. But, make sure to drop by my dorm when you go to a good party, huh? I need some night life.”

“You know I will! By the end of this semester I’m gonna make you and Newt buddies.”

She laughed, shaking her head as she stepped around him to continue down the hallway. “You have some big dreams, Tommy boy! See you later!”

zafaron-uriuc  asked:

Oh, damnit. I forgot about Slate's hate for bugs and his fear and his sleep paralysis with him. Well, didn't forget but never registered the other implications. And they then put him in charge of changelings in Blank Universe. So many of his actions make sooooo much more sense when I remember that fact holy shit. He doesn't even need the Rossy stuff to make him break, that alone probably put him on the edge of what we would call sanity shit.

Oh hey you noticed a thing <3

Yes

Blank really really hates bugs. But he stopped being afraid of them a long time ago. He crushes bugs. He pokes needles in them. He tears their little legs and wings off and watches them twitch around until they die so he can remind himself they’re weak and harmless.

And then suddenly, after years of obsessive passion towards one particular stallion who he clung to as the first thing he loved outside his father, after screwing up and losing him and hiding away in shame from it, he finally comes back thinking he got it all figured out and knew how to win him back, he finds him with someone new.

Someone who he feels doesn’t even remotely match. And he’s furious that he was replaced with someone like that.

And he puts on a smile like he doesn’t care, making passive little nudges, trying to put some bad blood between them, trying to prove how much better of a choice he is, but nothing works. 

And he kept on watching in immense jealousy for a long time, doing this shit job where he has to write reports on bugs, when suddenly there’s a bug of this pony he was so passionately obsessed with who is accused of killing him, and now claiming to be him. 

Yeah.

He’s just a little bit broken after all that.

So it’s no wonder…That Blank’s story turned out like this:

The trickster Loki and his children, the wolf Fenrir, Odin’s horse eight legged horse Sleipnir (there is a funny story about how Loki get’s sleipnir, he had to turn into a Mare and get’s to disturb a stallion to help the god win a challenge with the giant’s , but finally loki get’s pregnant, and there comes Sleipnir!), The world serpent Jörmungandr, and the goddess of Hell Hel (that’s her name )