Early Morning Contingencies(Ostrich + Riley) {SprE}

Booker was a ball of energy. There was nothing in him that was calm yet, and though he would listen well to his person-he hadn't seen her since she'd hurriedly ran out in the brunt of the storm to get him inside. He hoped she was okay...she was nice, and she had gotten rid of that damn fly. The other woman...he hoped he hadn't upset her, but she hadn't helped him with the fly. She'd acted like he was possessed or something, which, she probably would again if she saw the way he was acting.
Booker generally didn't have any vices. He didn't crip, he didn't stall walk, he normally didn't kick at the stall door-that is, if he was properly entertained. But in the rush to get him in from the storm, she hadn't retied the jolly ball high enough, and so it was laying in a corner of the stall. He snorted and lowered his head to it, bumping it against the red rubber. It barely moved, shoved in a corner. He squealed at it and stomped his hoof, demanding it to entertain him. Picking it up, he threw it across the stall, and it hit the stall door sending it shaking and sending Booker squealing and whinnying like he'd done something wrong. He grabbed the jolly ball by the handle and shook it like a dog would shake a bone. The stable hand came hurriedly up to the stall.
"Quit that racket!"
He wasn't paying attention. He wasn't even caring he was just trying to get his job done; and so far he'd done a decent job of it; he was the only one that had showed up to work that morning, and Howie and Ariana had been stuck in California at a competition and weren't able to make the trip home until later in the day. Eddie was off at the vet taking care of things there...it all fell on the one stable hand.
He tried to take the jolly ball from Booker but he refused to let him. He grabbed for the lead rope, but it wasn't hanging where it was supposed to be. Muttering under his breath, he trudged on down the aisle toward the tack room...leaving Booker's stall door open. Several horses protested as they saw Booker's head poke out, holding the jolly ball. And then the rest of his neck, and then he shoved his shoulders through, shimmying slightly, and then the rest of him followed. For a moment, he stood in the aisleway, horses whinnying.
"OH SHUT IT!"
Cried the poor stable boy, before he came out of the tack room and saw that Booker was standing in the aisleway. His eyes grew wide for a moment, but Booker thought it was just a game. He gave a squeal and flicked his ears before darting out the door.
"FINE!"
Shouted the stable boy, running after him for a minute or so before he grabbed onto his knees panting. The farm was closed in, so there wasn't anyway for him to get out...well, so he thought. He would get the damn horse once all the others were out. He had time before Ariana got back. Ariana wouldn't be mad, the damn horse would probably come when she whistled. It sickened the stable boy, he hated his job right then and threw up his hands as he headed inside.


Booker on the other hand slowed to a trot, seeing that the boy was no longer following. His ears drooped a little, and he almost headed back toward the barn, but he caught sight of Ariashi jumping the fence. He squealed, thinking it looked to be great fun, still with the jolly ball in his mouth and he picked up a canter toward her. It didn't take him long before he got to a few feet from her, and nickered, ears flicking as he slowed to a walk. He dropped the jolly ball, and lowered his head, before butting the ball with his nose toward the gray mare.
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At first, Booker frowned when the mare didn't seem to react instantly, but his ears flicked. He waited, seeing if she would. She took a second, and then he saw the glimmer of mischief in her eyes as she snatched it up and trotted away. He squealed and tossed his head up, pouting with his lower lip out as his ears flicked back momentarily. Why would she steal it and run?
As she flagged her tail and let it flow behind her...she was a quite pretty mare. If he had been a human boy, he probably would've blushed at the thought...he was still quite young, merely a teenager after all, and the thoughts of the birds and the bees were still quite new to him...but something about that mare got him a little excited, even if most of it was just for having someone to play with.
As she turned her head and looked over her shoulder at him, seeming to be calling him, he squealed and tossed his head, picking up a canter as he brought his head to his neck and moved in perfect step toward her. He wanted to look pretty for the pretty mare, after all...he could let her have the jolly ball for a little while. He'd get it back eventually...somehow.

Booker reached his muzzle toward her, ears flicking as he blew gently at her...Nostrils flared to bring in her sweet scent to him. He hadn't really noticed mares before, just was too busy with his human to...but this one, she seemed very...he wasn't sure how to put it. Something about her was quite alluring, and he was quite intrigued by it. However, his focus turned to the ball as it sailed over the pasture fence, and he squealed. He pouted a moment, ears flopped to the side as he stared woefully at the ball on the other side of the fence.
He looked to the mare as she seemed to look for a way to get it back, and then ran off. He squealed in anger, demanding her return his ball...but she never left his sight, staying along the fence line, and into the paddock. She slipped though, and he squealed-he didn't want to see her hurt. He kicked at the fence railing, turning and kicking out with his back legs, loosening the board and causing it to fall. He squealed, it felt a little funny when it gave. He spun around, and saw the mare standing then, calling him over. Snorting...he backed up a few steps and jumped the fence, but he misjudged the distance and hung a leg. He squealed, the board pulling at his leg but it didn't affect him too much, he just stumbled and shook his head to look as if nothing was the matter. He looked to the mare, who stood now completely thick with mud. He did his best not to laugh as he stepped a little closer, then his eyes dropped to the jolly ball. With a squeal of delight he snatched it up off the ground and pranced around with it. He wasn't going to let the mare steal it away again!
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Booker paused mid step at the scent that sent his nostrils flaring. His ears flicked back and forth as he tried to place it, comprehend it. But as soon as it had come, it had gone, floating away on the wind. He squealed and playfully kicked out at the mare as she nipped toward him, tossing his head away and just out of her reach so that she couldn't steal his ball. He slid to a stop as she snapped at it once more, nearly falling back onto his haunches in the slick mud beneath his feet; but he did not fall completely. Bewildered as he may be, he was still fairly surefooted.
As the mare grew tired of the game and drew away, Booker became more interested in her and less in the ball. With a squeal, demanding her further attention, he tossed the ball aside and arched his nape as he pranced over toward her and the lush grass she gnawed now upon. Stealing a bite for himself, he munched on it, and looked to her...still not quite sure what to say to her. Something in him was raging now because of the scent he had smelled earlier...Ears flicked and nares flared, as he leaned toward the mare and drew in a heavy breath. With it, he squealed and stomped a hoof...how could he have been so foolish not to have noticed it? Auds flicked, and he reached out to nip at her rump; testing her to see if she was willing or if it had been by accident. Only a flickering thought crossed his mind of the trouble they could get into, but she should not be tempting him so...
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Booker couldn't decide if she wasn't paying attention to him because she wasn't interested, or if because she was and was playing hard to get. He squealed, auds flicking, as he stomped a hoof, trying to demand the attention from her...but that was certainly no way to treat a lady, and he scolded himself for it. It was a few moments though before she raised her head and began noticing him, auds flicked forward in anticipation as he brushed his muzzle against hers. It sent a bit of electricity through him. He nickered excitedly, arching his nape once more as he stepped closer to her still, nostrils flaring as he brought her scent into his nares and let it course through his brain to decide what to do with it.
This could either be very fun, or very dangerous, depending on how it was interpreted by her. Clearing his throat, his voice finally flowed from his lips, confident and sure of himself in them...even if he was completely out of his league trying to woo her.
"Never have I seen a mare as beautiful as thee; the way you walk, the way you play, even the way you stand there, coaxing me onward; drawing me nearer. Won't you let me lie with you tonight, my beautiful queen?"
He dipped his head low to her, his eyes the only thing that remained trained upon her.
"I am Booker...what name befits the fair lady before mine eyes?"

She had a very valid point, as she nipped at him and sent shivers up her spine. She was also quite the looker, but he did not know how exactly to woo a mare, as he had never before had to do it. He snorted before reaching out to her again, nuzzling her shoulder and getting mud all over his entire head. He couldn't help but shake his head and snort, but the mud was still there. He flicked his ears and that was all, before looking upon her. At her comment about being her knight, he arched his nape again and nudged her once more.
"Can you imagine what joy a little one might bring the humans? I'm sure they would be quite pleased with us...they probably hadn't even thought of bringing the best of both worlds together. And besides, my dear, it would get you out of work for a while..."
Pleasing the humans, would she care to do it because of that? It was the best thing he could come up with. And, he did not want to be torn away from her.
"Besides, my princess, perhaps they will not tear us apart if they know we've already done things. I never want to leave your side, my moonlight Arashi."

Booker nickered softly to her, lost for words to respond to hers. He did not know her human, though he was quite sure his mistress would be quite proud of him for thinking it up. It didn't always take on the first time anyway, did it? So they might not get the chance to raise a little one, but it would be a healthy learning experience for the both of them.
With her permission given, he nuzzled along her, nipping playfully at her body as he positioned himself behind her to mount. He took a long, deep breath before mounting her, and beginning the deed.

Just as they had begun, and started the thralls of passion, a truck began to pull down the drive way; the farm truck. It cared two very specific people in it: Howard, Arashi's owner, and Annabelinda, Booker's owner. There was some tension between them as they drove down the way; it had just been a long day and they were both a little tired, so they were riding in silence. Until Howie looked through the muck and saw what was happening to Arashi, slamming on the breaks.
"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS GOING ON!"
He shouted, with the windows still up and definitely not in an inside voice. He barely bothered to put the truck in park before he threw open the door and stormed out.
"HEEENNNRYYYY----WHAT THE FUCK HAVE YOU DONE!"
He stormed toward the fence of the pasture, scrambling in the mud to try and climb it quickly and get the stallion off. He slipped from the slim, scraping his shoulder as he stumbled onto his ass in the mud.

Booker was completely oblivious to the shouting at the other end of the paddock, in a state of bliss. He had never dreamed something so simple would feel so...good. Heaving heavily, he finally released his seed and dismounted, only then hearing the screaming groan from across the paddock. His ears flicked to see the man in the mud flop backwards, almost appearing as if he had fainted.
"I do believe that is your owner, then?"

Hearing Booker mention that they should go see what their humans were mad at, Arashi followed behind the stallion. Lowering her head so she could watch Howie as she got closer to them, her warm breath blowing over him. Gently lipping at his head as she tilted her head slightly, almost as if wondering what in the world he was doing on the ground. He was a strange human and she was still on edge from his anger. It wasn’t until she noticed the stable hand walking that she picked up her head, pinning her ears as she tossed her head. She still hadn’t forgiven the boy for the smack on her chest earlier. It hadn’t been hard or anything, but she was a sensitive horse and didn’t like people who were too strong with their body language.

Turning her attention back to the pair on the ground, she watched them for a moment before nipping at Booker’s shoulder playfully. She watched that Booker nudged the shoulder of earlier before reaching her nose out to sniff at the woman before nickering softly. “I take it this is your person?”