Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-34263048-20190406211540/@comment-36855838-20190407141422

I grab the whip off the wall, it's finally time to use the damn thing, I'm glad I practiced on straw men.

With practiced ease, the whip arcs through the air, and the strike of the bladed tassels lifts a scream from the horses' lungs.

He runs for his stall, and I quickly shut him in.

The centaur bolts off into the night.

Panting, I lock the door to the stables again, and head back to bed.

I wake into the centaur standing over me with a hand carved breakfast tray, atop it is a plate and fork I don't recognise, and a large pile of scrambled eggs and bacon.

I hear the gentle swishing of her tail, she continues to stare at me, expectant.

I take a bite, she's definitely added cheese, and it's good.

I snarf down the rest, ready to start a day of work.

I clamber out of bed, and quickly dress, aware of a hand combing through my hair as I do so.

She follows me as I go to check on the horses.

The troublemaker is seated in his pen, staring at the floor, all of the troughs are somehow still full, and the horses are eagerly drinking, they also have plenty of food, which means. ..

I turn to see a blush on her face, I give her a big hug, she's saved me a lot of hauling, after all.

I take the rest of the day giving each horse some time to exercise, returning them to their pens before sending out the next.

In half a day my work is complete.

The day over, sun setting, I return home.

A quiet evening of solitaire, chess, and go fish follows.

As I settle into bed, my eyelids heavy, I feel a sudden weight atop me, arms wrapping around me.

Her human torso, corresponding to a horse head, can bend over at a right angle to her equine body, and that means she can somewhat join me in bed, without crushing my spine.

We take what we can get.

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The end.