Russian Dance(Open)

As the lights slowly turn on in the barn Russ, or also known as Russian dance lifted his head and nickered. The Dark Bay Stallion pushed his legs in front of him and then quickly got up from the ground. he stuck his head out of the stall and looked towards his left then right, hoping to see someone coming with the food. Russ huffed then nickered softly, hoping that would pick up the speed of the food. He waited a little longer before he began to hit the stall door with his front foot neighing like nobodies business. He huffed again before he looked around at the other horses in the stalls, glancing over at a mare a stall over

(looking for a human girl, or mare..This roleplay can go two ways  I dont really mind)

Tate had been dozing when she's disturbed by the racket the stallion over kicked up. Sighing dramatically at the thumping that's strong enough to shake her door as well, she opens her large, dark eyes. She was all for food, it was one of her favourite things in the world, but mornings for her were meant to start slow. It was one of her least favourite things about having been stalled next to the stallion, was the racket she wakes up to most mornings.

With a disgruntled look, Tate sticks her head over her stall. This does not give her the same kind of sight advantage as others, as all she can manage is to jut her face out to rest her throat latch along the top of her door. She was a flaxen chestnut welsh pony, and so all she shows out her door is thick tufts of her taffy mane ruffled between her small ears, and resting on her large white blaze.

She moves her entire body to get the best angle to gander at Russ, who was looking over at her now. In response to meeting his gaze, she lifts her top lip, giving him a cheeky grimace at his disturbance. He gave her a cranky way to wake up in the mornings, but really he was pretty enough that Tate can't be bothered to carry on with any petty irritation about it. Also she enjoys being fed, and with an encouraging thump, she taps her petit hoof against her own door. Tate has no chance of causing damage to her door, although she was slightly surprised to see that Russ's was still standing.

Russ tossed his head at Tate then nickered again happily, it wasn't very often other would bother joining in on his games. When Tate began to hit her door he lifted his upper lip into a 'smile'. Russ then turned back to the door when he heard the sound of hay hitting his floor. The dark stallion began to toss his head a few times before he kicked the door again. The food was so close but so far away! Russ nickered slightly louder then last time, wanting his food.

When the hay fell into his stall he pranced in place before he began to eat. glancing over at the mares stall every once in a while.

It was carefully that Tate watched as Russ was thrown hay, and snaps her teeth cheekily as she receives her own. Pulling a mouthful of it immediately, her attention turns to watch as the other few horses are fed as well. With great interest, her chewing slows when the human opens the latch on one of the stalls to check on its occupant. The pony continues to follow the human with her gaze, and eat at the same time, timing her last mouthful to watch them leave the stables.

Immediately, Tate rears slightly, balancing on her hind legs, to gain more height and scoop her head over the door. Her first attempt on the clasp of the door fails, and she grunts and shakes her head, caramel mane flapping as she is irritated with failure. She had spent enough time watching these darn things be opened, she was sure she knew how to do it. It only takes three attempts for success, and Tate squeals delightedly as her door swings open.

In a flamboyant 'ta-da' fashion, Tate swishes her gaze towards Russ, letting out a self congratulatory nicker. Flicking her ears happily, she prances halfway down the barn aisle before kicking her hooves back up towards her stall, nudging her door back closed (although remaining on the outside).

"Pssst," She nickers at Russ, smugly prancing in place as she stands outside the stallion's stall. "Do you wanna come party?" Tate turns around and swishes her tail in front of him teasingly, before backing up against his stall door and turning to inspect the latch from the outside.


[[ooc: I dunno if you want them talking or not, if not I'll edit it just lemme know!]]]

Russian had finished his last bit of hay before the humans left the barn. That's when he heard the little made beside him who was playing around with the stall latch. He had tried many times before to open it, so he just laughed to himself "good luck mare" he said softly to himself. Although he continued to watch the mare. When he heard the clank of the latching opening be pinned his ears back.

Russ nickered at the mare as she walk out of her stall. The stallion did a mini fear before he attempted to open his door, of course failing "come on! Let me out!" He exclaimed as he watched the close her stall. Now Russian was mad.. Why could the made get out but not him? He watched as she pranced in place in victory, he only snorted in fustaition "yes! Let me out!" He said again when she asked him.

"Manners," Tate mutters, as she nudges the latch a couple of times. She presses her soft pinky nose against it and manoeuvres her dainty face to push it up and away from the frame. With a victory whinny, Tate undoes the latch on Russ's door, before skipping back down the barn.

The pony struts with each step, and swings her tail back and forth happily, stopping to check Russ behind her. Tate had never interacted with Russ without physical boundaries of fences and stalls between them, and now that the world was their oyster she was curious to see just how dominating he'd get.

Russ huffed loudly at her comment, he hated when mares told him what to do. But since she was letting him out she was fine..for now. Russian looked down at you as you fiddle with the latch and open it. Russ tossed his head then pushes the door open.

He trotted out of his stall, head and tail high in pride. He didn't care that a mare let him out really..he just liked being out! Russ followed behind the mare watching her move down the Aisle glancing at your rump ever so often.

Tate swings her tail back and forth as she jogs out the open end of the barn, giving a quick left-and-right to check for humans. Finding a clear coast, the pony pivots around to face Russ. With a cheeky grin, she nips the stallion on his neck, before high-tailing out of there. She swerves and takes off towards grass, away from the building, with bounding steps. There is no chance of Tate out running the stallion, but she wanted to play. She was never allowed any fun with the boys, and she brief pauses to give her a rump a shake for Russ, keeping her tail elevated, as she skips off again.

Russ watchs her carefully as she checked if the place was clear. The dark colored stallion nickered softly at Tate as she turned around. But when she but him he did a mini rear and pinned his ears back before running after the mare. When they were outside he took a quick look at his surroundind before he picked up his speed and galloped towards Tate. Is wasn't long before Russ was able to catch up, be he stayed behind her for a little, watching her and staring at her pussy. After a while though Russ got himself beside her and tried to nip her shoulder.

It has been a while since Russ was aloud to run like this, and to be around a mare freely without humans. And he could easily see that Tate was interested in him. His plan was to show her he was kind patient and didn't treat mares like a sex/breeding toy. Even though he did tend to treat mare like that.

Snapping her teeth playfully in response to Russ nipping her, Tate swings her rump against his side. Tate wasn't bothered by a stallion who used mares, as she personally was willing to be used. She flicks hear ears back and forth, as she turns and nips at his flank. Invitingly, she sways her caramel tail in front of his nose, before bolting away a few more metres. Kicking up dirt eagerly, Tate whinnies at him, before turning around and taking a few steps backwards to watch the muscular stallion get her again.

He pinned his ears back before he tried to bite her again. He then looked over at your rum as it hits his side. Russ quickly moved his head to try sniff under her tail, but Tate moved forward to flash her pussy infront his his face and Russ nickered excitedly. And went to sniff agin but Tate has run off again. The stallion snorted as he ran off after her. He watched her slow and Russ did the same thing before he was behind her. He stomped his foot and lowered his head towards her back end to finally get a sniff. When he got it be neighed happily before he rolled his tongue across from ass to pussy

As soon as she feels Russ's breath under her tail, Tate freezes. Her nostrils quiver in anticipation, and she sweep her tail over her rump, stiffening her dock away from her entrance. A whinny trembles out of her when she feels his tongue, and keenly she takes a step back against him. Pawing at the ground, Tate winks her vulva at him eagerly, presenting herself as clearly as possible.

Russ grinned at her response before he licked at her a few more times. He could feel his cock slipping from the cover of his sheath and hardening. The stallion nicked softly before he jumped up onto her back and locked his front legs around her sides. Russian began to poke around her back end looking for his target, and after a few tries he inserts his cock a few inch's in before he neighed happily and pushed all the way in slowly.

Her legs bow with his weight, and she lets out a grunt, as her hooves skid a few inches in the ground. Lowering her head, Tate lets out a lusty nicker as she feels him probe at her entrance. She flicks her ears and leans onto him, stretching her small and round body out, straightening her legs as well as she could. Keenly she pushes her rump under him, taking more of him inside her.

Russ did even realize that he was a lot bigger then Tate till she grunted. The stallion looked down before he nips her shoulder as she straightened out her body. The dark brown stallion grinned as she pushed her rump closer and he pushed the rest of his length into her before he began thrusting in and out quickly.

Tate's entire body moves with his thrusts. Her entire weight rocks back and forth with his actions, and she forces her hooves to stay still. Yet her smaller stature means her hooves skid a little bit under her, her hind legs pushing out further with the pressure. But she is not bothered by it, in fact Tate likes the almost pain it causes, mixing with the pleasure of Russ's length shoving inside her. Tate lets out a low, pleasurable whinny as he picks up speed, and she can't help but begin to pant as she sweats under him.

Russ watched her carefully, she could easily see that he was much larger then her so he knew he would have to be careful. He grunted a few times as he quickened his pace, and lowered his head to nip the back of her neck and shoulder playfully. He 'smiled' as a whinny eacaped from her! Russ panted softly
as he felt a layer of sweat form over his body as he contuined his pace as he thrusted I to her.

(Sorry for not posting, I have been not feel well recently so I didn't get online much)