"THE REALLY GROSS HORSE GUY" (purebredkrist) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2009-11-07 00:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-06-21 |
Riding. Not Bareback.
Who: Tayne and Krist
Where: One of the ranches outside town
When: Midday or so
It was happening. No matter how uncomfortable and awkward Tayne felt about it, Krist wanted this. And Krist was excited. And Tayne was very aware of how he really owed Krist some good shit in his life, stuff he felt comfortable with and knew how to do. If getting under a saddle and bridle and having Tayne ride him around in an arena was that thing that would make Krist happy, Tayne would do it.
God help him.
He pulled the truck up to the ranch he'd found that carried western saddles for drafter-sized horses, and turned off the engine to get out. "They've got stuff set out for us," Tayne explained to Krist. "Just a saddle and a halter, I ain't gonna put a bit or hackmore on you." On a thinking, sentient person? Hell, no.
Krist was excited about the aspect of letting Tayne ride him, no matter how strange it may have seemed. He didn't feel at all awkward or out of place about this; in fact, he couldn't have imagined a better way to show his appreciation for what the other were had done for him. He climbed out of the truck with a grin on his face, standing tall beside it to take a good look around before moving. It smelled familiar to him, which helped calm any nerves that may have been acting up.
For Krist, this wasn't quite second nature -- rather, it was closer to first.
"You ready?" he asked, all smiles when he looked to find Tayne. "I promise not to throw you."
"If you throw me, I ain't cooking for you for a week," Tayne told him, chuckling. "So yeah, no throwing." Not that he expected Krist would, really-- the thought hadn't even crossed his mind. He was just joking around. He beckoned for Krist to follow him, heading for the stable and the cross ties where the tack was waiting. "C'mon, let's get you, uh, saddled up." This is normal. This is what's normal for him. It's not sexual. Get your mind out of the fucking gutter.
Krist blinked and stared at Tayne very seriously for a moment, chin tucked in slightly at the threat. Another second passed before he picked up on it being a joke and he laughed as well, awkwardly at first. Humor was something he was still getting used to, and it seemed like every day there was more and more to learn. He shook it off and followed after Tayne as though all of this were completely normal for him... because it was. "Should I change here...?" Krist glanced around briefly, his eyes settling quickly on Tayne again as the other man seemed to be struggling with something. Without really waiting for an answer, Krist reached to start taking off his shirt.
"Change when we get you into the cross-ties," Tayne suggested with a purely internal wince, leading the way. At least that afforded a little privacy-- and it wasn't far, so while Krist was getting his shirt off, they were pretty much there. "Just promise me you won't try to kick when I tighten the girth, or anything, a'ight?"
Krist nodded agreeably when Tayne's suggestion came and he settled, waiting to do anything else until they were where he had suggested. "I promise I won't kick you off no matter what you do," he teased, glancing around briefly when they slowed down. "Should I change now...?" Krist glanced back where they'd come to see if there were others nearby, and back to Tayne curiously. He tossed his shirt onto the ground nearby and left it there, his fingers lingering at the front of his jeans. It was no big deal for him to undress, even if he was picking up on the fact that others were made uncomfortable by it.
"Go ahead," Tayne said, turning to look at the saddle and get the stirrups to a decent length. He knew what that looked like, for him, after riding on various saddles off and on for years, and it needed to be done, so it kept him from having to see a very large, naked man before Krist got his shifting done.
As soon as Tayne had turned to attend to the saddle, Krist removed the rest of his clothing and laid it on top of his shirt, not really minding where it landed. When he was ready, Krist took a few steps away from Tayne and began to shift his form, very easily slipping into the state he'd existed in for so many years. When he was finished he stretched, getting accustomed to the feel of it. He walked forward to bump against Tayne's back with his nose, excited by the time they were getting to spend together today.
"Ack." Tayne stumbled a little, caught himself on the railing separating the two "stalls" of the cross-ties, and turned around, laughing a bit. "You're a strong fellow, Krist. You ain't careful you're gonna surprise a guy, one of these days." He patted Krist's neck, then picked up the saddle and gave Krist's big shoulder a nudge with his own shoulder. "Scoot over, so I can get this saddle on you."
Wickedly amused, Krist play stomped near Tayne, bobbing his head up and down a few times before finally backing off, snorting and reaching out to bump at the other man's hands with his nose. He was having fun his way, too excited to resist a bit of teasing. He waited patiently for Tayne, however, being as calm as though the life had been sucked from him, head down and tail flopping innocently against his back legs.
"Dufus," Tayne told him, oddly feeling more comfortable with him in horse form. Wasn't that weird. Maybe it was because he knew what to do with horses, and he didn't know what to do with a human guy who thought like a horse. He supposed it didn't matter, and he swung the saddle up onto Krist's back, settled it into place, and started buckling up the girth. He had to go around to Krist's other side to cinch it tight, and kept a hand on his rump as he moved around behind him-- pure habit, since that's just what you did with horses, generally.
Krist would have laughed had he been able to, the humor clear in his dark eyes. He glanced back at Tayne as the smaller man went around his backside, feeling the hand on him with a minor flinch. It was habit, the many scars that ran the length of his body not there without repercussion. The touch ended up being fairly relaxing though and he settled, dipping his head back down again to wait patiently. He would stand still for as long as was needed, finding the movements and girth tightenings to be almost comforting in their familiarity.
The twitch didn't startle Tayne, or make him think anything might be amiss. Horseflesh twitched a lot. It could've been a fly, or the feel of his hand, or just an itch. He tightened up the girth, then came around in front of Krist to put the halter on. "I'm gonna stick a lead rope on this," he told him. "Just so I feel like I've got reins. I'll try not to really direct you with 'em, or anything, just hold on to 'em. So you can do what you want."
Krist made a nodding motion, not at all offended or put off by the idea of reins to give Tayne some security. He wanted to tell him that it was fine if he wanted to guide him, but instead he waited for Tayne to be finished with preparations, lifting his head to make it easier on his friend. He was getting eager to get going, making soft sounds every so often to encourage him along.
The only thing Tayne could think of was that Krist made a damn cute horse-- even as huge as he was, he was just... so energetic and still careful with his bulk. It was just cute.
And, thankfully, he was having no urges to pounce him, or anything, which was a relief.
"There we go," he said, finishing getting the lead rope clipped on, on one side, and tied on, on the other side. "Out we get, big guy." He clapped his neck lightly, and gave the lead rope a little tug to start him moving out. With a horse as big as Krist, he'd probably need a mounting block, and there was one right outside.
Krist was more than happy to oblige, moving toward the mounting block as though he'd read exactly what was on Tayne's mind. He was sure to let the smaller man feel like he had control for the moment, following him easily along the path until they stopped together. He waited, eager to see if Tayne had trouble mounting him, or if he would be more like Gareth, who seemed to be totally used to getting on strange horses.
Thankfully, Tayne had plenty of experience with riding and getting onto a horse's back. Between the saddle and the block, even a horse as huge as Krist was no real obstacle. Tayne settled into the saddle, took the thick and generally useless "reins", and asked, "Okay. So how do we do this?" As much as he wanted to sink into familiar motions, he had to remember Krist was a thinking being, and he didn't want to just kick his housemate, however gently he might do it.
Krist was elated when Tayne settled into the saddle, glad it hadn't seemed too difficult for him. He turned to look back when asked what to do and snorted, finally decidedly moving away from the mounting block. His steps were determined and proud, his tail swinging around aimlessly as they headed out. He wanted to ask Tayne what he wanted to do, and raised his head in one quick motion, trying to signal him to give him direction. Krist honestly didn't care where they went or how fast -- he was enjoying being with Tayne, and anything was good enough for him.
When the guy-- horse-- guy-- whatever, had started moving, it was pretty much ingrained to settle more firmly into the saddle and tighten his legs around the very big barrel under him for support and direction. God, Krist was a huge horse. He wasn't going to be able to close his legs when they were finished, if he rode too long.
God, that sounds so dirty. This is insane.
All right. The arena was probably their best bet, at least for now, so he tried his more comfortable, Western neck-reining, pulling the reins the way he wanted to go, putting pressure on the neck and, had there been one, hackmore to make Krist turn. Belatedly, he added, "Figure the arena's probably best for now. See how we work together an' shit."
Krist couldn't have agreed more, and when Tayne guided him with his false reigns, he went the direction that had been requested, taking them easily toward the arena. It was empty for now, which made things probably a little easier on Tayne. Speaking to a horse as though it understood you wasn't exactly commonplace... well, depending on the person, he supposed. Once there he hesitated, allowing Tayne to make the calls for now.
"Come on, big guy, let's try clockwise." It was usually easier on a horse for the first direction around. Tayne guided him with the neck-reins and his knees, mostly. "You need to warm up, or you good to just go?" he asked, thinking of a trot first, at least.
Krist happily headed in the direction Tayne suggested, clockwise around the large arena. The wind felt amazing running over his body, the ground below him solid and comforting. He snorted and picked the pace up a little at the question, figuring it was the best way to suggest that he was fine to move more quickly. He was well toned and, after living on his own for a year, prepared to bolt at any given moment if it were required of his large frame.
"Sounds like you're good to just go," Tayne chuckled, and gave him a little nudge with his heels to pick him up to a trot, curious about how bumpy or smooth his gait was. He'd never ridden a horse this big and bulky before, and had no real idea what to expect.
Very quickly, Krist found a comfortable pace, trotting around the arena as though it were no more difficult than walking. He was enjoying himself immensely, a fairly mindless effort being put forth into it. He wasn't exactly a smooth ride, though it wasn't terrible either. His heavy feet broke up the ground as they went, dirty flying into the air behind him, though none of that seemed to bother him. He was glad to show off for Tayne, do something that they could enjoy outside together. It was nice, including Tayne in something he was familiar with, after the other man had shared so many human experiences with him so far.