Thread: A tale of two furs (Sharub & Monstruous_passions)

The village's palisade come nearer and nearer as they raced over the dusty road, their manes flying an flowing into the air as their leg muscles bulged and springed with equine grace, making both of them to appear as the most worthy rapresentatives of the Equine species, sharing both primal brutal strenght and an uncanny, unavoidable grace in their movements and the perfection of their bodies. Once at the gates, she smiled at him panting Tie, Again, but as the dust around them flew away, she heard a guard muttering something, probably they got scholded like little childrens playing in the streets, but as Hassan did, she shrugged and walked by. Inside the protection of the weak palisade walls, the village seemed to flourish, as an open-air market appeared in front of them, with citizens flocking the street and childrens running and laughing around. With loud thumps, her hooves followed his when he went to a market stall filled with fruits and, with a few words of the real universal language...coins... he got a considerable amount of red apples, whose red skin shone like the most juicy maiden's lips. While Hassan was dealing with his fruity needs, Yorwa looked around keeping her satchel well tight to herself while her ears, perked up in the air, warily let her know of the risks of any market smugglers, poachers, thieves, pick-pocketers of any and every kind, waiting for her brother to conclude his deal. She felt an hand slowly patting her supple bottom, casually turning her head while her eyes decided wether to burn alive whoever touched her or let it go, but the sight of her brother pointing at an inn, make her simply to smile back at him. Uhm... Watering hole an inn... just what we need... she mumbled for a brief instant before nodding with a smile and, with the strong arm of Hassan around her neck, she followed him, while his strong torso and arms's muscles bulged around her smaller frame, guiding her toward the wooden door of the inn. While Yorwa disliked open-air markets and the way any thief could disappear in a blink of an eye, she loved the atmosphere of local inns, places where people would gather for a meal, tell a story and drink sweet intoxicating brews, while the whole building fills and mixes scents coming from the smoky firepit of the hall, the meaty smokyness of the kitchen, the heavy and unamovable smell of a place serving alcoolic beverages for decades if not centuries, making its sweet and heady aroma to melt into the very essence of the wood and the stones of the activity. Walking over the wooden floor, their hooves thumped and clacked heavily, making a few heads to turn and see why in the world someone would hammer the floor, only to see that it was just a two more customers and returned to their chats or drinking deeds. Her brother's body guided her toward the counter, and, once he had removed his armos from her neck, she felt lighter of a few pounds, as her fur and skin underneath breathed from his heat. Hassan extracted again the clinking universal language placing them on the counter, but this time, he spoke Yorwa looked at him with surprise and admiration ...one day you could teach me a few words of the human's tongue... said her in a whisper Y'know... i am kinda tired of simply ignoring them or smile in awkward silence. As the magic of the coins paid its way, Yorwa sat on the tall stools humans uses for their counters, and as she slid her bottom over one of them caring for her tail to swing free on the back of the stool, she started to feel the fresh bubbles gurgling down her throat while the crunching sound of fresh, sweet carrots made her mouth water, her mind then wondered why did they didn't used common stools or chairs still, her silly thought were cut off with a loud clunk, turning her head she saw the innkeeper to place two heavy glasses and, with almost feverish thirst, she mimicked her brother and rose a glass into the air with a smile Cheer to you, Hassan. To our fame and fortune! and finally, pressing that glass to her thick, equine lips, she gulped that pee-coloured beverage, feeling its sparkles to tingle her tongue and mouth, and, with a loud gulp, felt its freshness running down her throat and finally pool in her stomach. AHhhh sighed her with satisfaction, slamming the glass over the counter. As she was tiredly crouched over the counter in a manner used by most drunkards of the world, she heard her brother to talk with the innkeeper and with a pout, she wished she could speak human, but as she was going to focus more, the young mare heard a metallic tingle over the counter and when her brother approached with a satisfied smile, she saw his strong hands to slid a key into her leg-pocket and patted her with care. She looked at him with a wide smile and nodded Thanks, brother as to underline her relief, she rose her pint again and gulped a few more moutful, feeling its content to affect her senses a little bit, when she tried to grab a big, juicy carrot, she had a little problems of coordination with her fingers, as, despite her brother, she was not used to alcoolics. Time passed by like for anyone else in that inn, with cheers and clinking glasses, slurps of soup and munching of meat, but to them, carrots and apples were the real deal alternating a carrot with a slurp from her glass, glass which was declared to be filled once empty by her paying brother, she unadvertently found herself moving that phallic carrot into her mouth and licking it with her tongue, as if to taste its sweetness without muching it, while her eyes, almost closed, looked in the empty void of the wooden wall in front of her.