“Wait, that’s the horse you said was mean!” Jake protested.
“He’s not mean, just high strung,” Becky replied, “Just keep your hands in your pockets or I’ll have to start calling you Stumpy instead of Shorty.”
“What?” Jake asked in alarm while trailing after her.
Becky choked back a laugh, Jake glaring at her back while he followed behind.
“Very funny,” He shot back.
Becky reached the stall just as the horse within kicked the gate causing Jake to jump in surprise.
“Hi, Am,” Becky said soothingly, the head of a horse with a midnight black coat and eyes circled in white suddenly surging over the shoulder high wall.
Jake took a step back as the horse snapped at him, eyes rolling and nostrils flaring and then butted the side of its head into Becky. She reached up and patted the horse’s neck who snorted and threw its head up in the air before retreating back into the stall.
“He’s jealous,” Becky said with a snicker while she looked over the wall.
“Jealous?” Jake asked and stepped hesitantly up to Becky to look in, “Jealous of who?”
“Of you,” Becky replied.
Jake looked over the wall to see Amadeus stomping and raking his foreleg at the hay. Jake’s eyes widened when he caught sight of the horse’s member hanging down, a massive dick as thick as Jake’s wrist and even longer than what Becky had suggested.
“Holy shit!” Jake said in amazement, Amadeus surging forward as Becky pushed Jake backward.
The door of the stall slammed hard as Amadeus kicked it, dust drifting down from overhead while Becky laughed at Jake’s white faced expression.
“Just… give me a sec,” Becky laughed and then amazed Jake by climbing up and over the gate of the stall.
“Becky, he’s going to stomp you!” Jake exclaimed.
“Easy,” Becky said soothingly, Jake standing well back but rising up onto his tiptoes to see Becky stroking the horse’s neck, “Easy big guy, come on.”
Becky gripped Amadeus’s noseband, the horse throwing its head up while she guided him over to a Dutch door in the outside wall. She unlatched the door and shoved it open, Amadeus yanking his head from her hands and surging out into the outside padlock set aside just for him. Jake glanced down at the horse’s member when it ran out, the two foot monster between its legs bouncing and swaying to Jake’s wide eyed amazement.
Becky closed and locked the Dutch doors and then turned back to Jake.
“You can open the door now,” Becky told him, “You shovel the shit, I’ll go get the hay.”
“Becky…” Jake began, Becky pausing and turning towards him.
She raised her eyes when he didn’t say anything and then shook her head in aggravation.
“What?” Becky demanded.
“There is no way in hell you have a toy that big!” Jake said in amazement, “And if you do, if that’s what you’re used to, every fucking guy you ever meet in the entire fucking world is going to be nicked named Shorty!”
Becky sniggered and turned around to walk away without even bothering to reply while Jake just stared after her. He watched her with a shake of his head and then went to fetch the wheelbarrow. For the next half hour he would clean a section of the oversized stall while Becky came behind him to spread hay.