Joe removed his thin cotton shirt, sticky with sweat, and flung it away. He then removed his pants, for good measure. The stables of New Knudar Castle were sweltering this time of year. He yearned for his old quarters in the keep.
But Kesh didn't like him sleeping in the keep. Not after that whole bestial orgy thing.
The stables were boring, in addition to being painfully hot. Horses of all shapes and sizes stood in small groups, chatting idly, their colts carefully ignored, left to their own, playful devices. The murmur of conversation filled the hot building.
Joe, still naked, sought to entertain himself by entertaining others. He approached a little group of horse-children, his large, uncircumcised dick dangling much like those of the adult horses. "Children," he said, "would you like to hear a story?"
"Please go away."
Joe scoffed. "Sorry! I guess you don't like stories... Would you prefer flying lessons instead?"
"N-no." The horses looked terrified. The stables had fallen silent.
"Are you sure? You're Uncle Rouncey seemed to enjoy himself." This was silly-talk, of course, as that particular rouncey was just a pile of bones at the foot of the castle walls, bleaching amidst the remains of his comrades, and some broomsticks--a failed venture of Joe's. He wondered, briefly, whether the younger horses might have a better chance of flight, being lighter.
"I think w-we're ready for a story."
The adult horses resumed their chatter in the background. Someone said, "Christ that was close."
"Good! I'll tell you about the time that HoC sucked." This was a very pertinent tale, as word of HoC's most recent aggression was spreading across the land like wildfire. They king had send out messengers to every corner of the continent with orders to go door-to-door like fucking Jehovah's Witnesses, screaming their master's drunken war declarations word-for-word.
"Alright. Once upon a time, I fought in a big battle between MURDER BONER and HoC. Knowing ahead of time that HoC was bad, I offered my services to the other team. They welcomed me, no doubt hearing of my phallic strength--" and here Joe paused to flex his large member. "Our foes formed the dreaded..." He paused again, this time for dramatic effect. "THE DREADED HoC SHIELDWALL!"
The colts jumped, all of them frightened. One of the gasped.
"Yes! I know! It was terrifying. But then they actually tried to fight us and we killed hundreds. I myself was the third best of our soldiers. We were keeping score, you see."
"But Joe, didn't they know how to block?"
"No, young one." He shook his head mournfully. "I'm afraid they couldn't block for shit."
"That sounds sad." The other colts nodded.
"It was sad." Joe scratched his untrimmed pubic wilderness. "Funnily enough, I signed up for the wrong side. Our glorious leader, Kesh, whose gender transcends all reason, told me that I was supposed to help HoC during that little war."
"That was silly!"
"You're going flying."
