Exploration

It had taken some patience, but finally, the strength was returning to the once outcast. He had a new beginning; a herd, friends and a home, but with this, curiosity was encouraging an exploration of the unknown forest. To become familiar with it, so he could at last wander without becoming lost, and with the wonder if any more horses roamed through the trees, he set out, considering he may run into the equines he had already met, and not expecting the hunters to find him. After half an hour of pacing between the woodland routes, the Arabian paused before the winding pathway of a stream and sampled its fresh, clean flavour, whipping his flowing tail across the green earth to discourage any settling flies. From the lengthy encounter with the two heat-laden acquainted, his discomfort would not be so easily ignored now in silence and the physical frustration would also not desist. With a sigh into the wind, there was a quiet unease, “I wonder when this will stop?” If it ever would.

Looking for another equine.

Pacis thought he was a godsend. He was all anyone should ever need, and everything he said was right. But the fact was he decided he didn't need anyone, because he was a lone wold and needed the freedom that came without attachments. Pacis was too good to hang around long, but he thought it a gift to someone if he stopped whilst stomping on his way to part any kind of wisdom on them.

Having been splashing proudly through the stream, the stallion notices the other one, and at first, he narrows his eyes. He was his own boss, and didn't want anyone thinking otherwise, but upon assessing the others body language, Pacis decides that wouldn't be a problem with this one. His rose grey coat is splashed with dark patches from the water, and his hair is flecked with silver from the grey. Not the tallest stallion ever, the arrogance of him made him appear much taller than his average height, and at least to his own perception, Pacis leered over the other grey stallion.

"It'll stop when you make it stop!" He almost barks, without introduction. "Take it by the balls and tell whatever it is to stop, you gotta be in control or you're just some girl who needs a set of balls to set their life straight," Pacis tells him, and waits to be praised for his wisdom.

A suspicious frown furrows its way onto Pacis' face. The situation that the other grey stallion described was baffling to him. Pacis always did what he wanted whenever he wanted, and he wouldn't exchange that for anything. He was of the mindset that if you were a captive you merely had to stop being a captive to set yourself free, because you can't be something you don't accept.

Flicking his ears backwards, Pacis stretches his darker nose out with a snort. The look that he almost scowled towards the other was clearly judgemental, and his tone certainly was when he responds, "That scent!?" If this stranger was talking about what Pacis thought he was talking about then he wasn't sure he could be helped. That kind of thing was meant to be instinctual. And as Yin Zabana introduces himself, and explains his situation, Pacis almost laughs outwardly at him.

"Captive? So it looks like you are the one needing balls then! Never permitted control? Take control!" Pacis raises his head with a slight arch to his neck and prances a few steps. His tail snaps as he does so, and continues to preach, working a circle around Yin Zabana. "If you're gonna be in a small herd, you gotta own the small herd. Do what you want, you're your own boss. If you can't be your own boss then ditch the herd, who needs 'em anyway!" Pacis has creeped up on Yin Zabana's other side, and snorts heavily in his face, "And if you're talking about the scent I think you are, you should be sticking your cock in some girls. If they're smellin' like that they want it."

Pacis was not a polite stallion. Manners were beneath him, and respect was something that one had to earn. He had no regard for others personal space, nor their level of comfort. If they were uncomfortable, they should do something about it; was Pacis' mentality, so he gives no care to the manner that Yin Zabana takes a step back, and just takes another step forwards to keep his nose in his face.

A scoff escapes Pacis' mouth as Yin Zabana explains escaping, and the herd's kindness. The rose grey wasn't into kindness, that was pussyfooting around the most effective way to make sure everyone knew where they stood - which in his case if he ever was part of a herd, would be the top. But he scoffs and rolls his eyes at the other stallion, thankful he'd never get himself into such a situation, because he would never let himself be taken captive, or be anything besides the leader.

"Of course leaders are strong, and if you're openly admitting to being a pansy I guess you may as well just give up on any ambition. By the sounds of it, you should have just handed over your balls in when you lost your freedom," Pacis remarks, exasperated at this stallion. His tail snaps, and his face is scrunched up, continuing to form his own opinions of Yin Zabana. "If those mares are hanging near you in heat, just fuck 'em, they're sluts for it, and it's what they want. Although clearly you're too concerned with your own safety to try anything like that. You don't achieve anything by staying safe. And look, if those nags are still around, I'll show you how to do it if you don't know how. It can be a bit tricky to get the hole straight away, but once you're in it's all about the thrust."

Yin Zabana's question is followed by laughter. Pacis prances his front hooves as he bellows with laughter, churning up the turn, snapping as tail, clicking his teeth. "Have a herd? Ha ha ha," He snorts and shakes his head, "I'm Pacis," And he continues to cackle, before lowering his head next to the others', and jokes, "And if I had a herd with a pussy like you in, I'd fuck you like a mare in heat," Pacis continues to laugh, as he straightens his posture.

Pacis would never make any effort to understand. He was narcissistic enough to believe that his opinions were the only ones, and anything else was incorrect. Of course depending on the merit of the stallion, he could possibly be settled into a mutual respect of each others opinions, but that was a hard task to achieve with Pacis. His respect did not come easy, and did not bring any rewards either, he thought there was nothing greater than meeting his approval. And a stallion that had never tried to spawn with a mare was definitely not something he would respect.

"You've never gone at it with a mare? You might be broken into before you get one of them if you're such a pussy," Pacis sneers with a chuckle, not even batting an eyelid at Yin Zabana's expression of his opinion. It meant nothing to Pacis, he couldn't care if he thought the sky was green, his words have no merit to the rose grey stallion.

He considers raising his dominance at the fact their greeting is 'interesting', but the motion of the other stallion distracts him from this. Pacis was smirking at the delay in Yin Zabana's response, but it disappears when he nudges his flank. Swatting his tail, Pacis swings his rump away from the silver stallion, and roughly shoves his chest against the side of the Arabian, flattening his ears and arching his neck. There was going to be no question of dominance here, and Pacis did not appreciate a gentle nudge from another stallion.

Yet the rose grey stallion is chuckling again (albeit still impeding a dominance stance extremely close to Yin Zabana), "You haven't even used your cock. Anything warm and soft on it feels good, especially once you're hard and horny," Just the thought of friction on his massive length teases him. Pacis can't help but have his penis drop from it's sheath with the thought of sticking it in someone, and he wonders if he can find those mares in heat the other stallion had encountered.

Pacis felt like Yin Zabana was daring him. He said he didn't think so, about getting broken into, and Pacis grits his teeth as his instant reaction is to prove the pale stallion wrong. But Pacis was never wrong. He keeps his thick muscled chest pressed against the braced Yin Zabana, and merely scoffs at the apology. The rose grey stallion was thinking how hard he'd have to push to shove his massive cock in this lithe boy's ass, and how much he was clearly asking for it.

His manner changed as his penis hardened. Now was an objective, Yin Zabana was Pacis' prey, as oppose to a quick toy to kick in the mud and carry on his way. Physically dominating him is what he knew he had to do, and he reworks their entire conversation in his mind to being Yin Zabana setting this up, making it seem like Pacis couldn't penetrate him, when undoubtedly he could. He had complete faith in himself in succeeding.

"The same situation? Not all, I'm going to do something about it," Pacis barks, and in one quick step turns around Yin Zabana. Lifting himself up quickly, Pacis aims to grapple his forelegs around his flanks, and to pull himself up on the other stallion. Of course it depended on the other's reaction speed, not that Pacis left much opportunity for evasion tough.  "Let's see how much of a fucking pussy you are."

Pacis loved the lack of responsibility of a herd. He was only in charge of himself, and he had no obligation to anyone else. Of course he wouldn't mind a mare being obligated to present herself to him, but he could just take that. He could take with no repercussions, he could take off without any notice. Pacis did not want to settle down, he needed that freedom. He needed the freedom to fuck a stallion in the ass and cackle off into the distance of leaving this Yin Zabana broken.

"Serious? Of course I'm serious. I wonder if I can get you pregnant, you're a big enough pussy to be hoarding a working vagina," The rose grey stallion sneers, almost slipping from the other's rump. But he is nimble, and Pacis scuttles his haunches around with Yin Zabana's side step. Grunting, but grinning at the challenge, Pacis is not concerned at all for how rough he was. He thumps his weight around the other's small hind end, leaning heavily on him as he pulls himself up further, scraping his wild jagged hooves on Yin Zabana's side.

"This isn't about familiarity. You're basically asking for it," Pacis almost laughs at the other's plea, straightening himself and his hard cock digs at his tail. He keeps pushing down on Yin Zabana, putting as much weight as he could at his mounted angle on him, encouraging his legs to bow and spread. They could bear more weight if he spread them, and Pacis could get in much easier. Because it was not easy. Forcing his engorged head between his anus and tail only mare him more aroused however, the force that bows his sensitive member making him grunt in anticipation, and he snarls as he pushes at the other's rim, "If you don't relax, it'll hurt much more than it has to,"