“For how long?” Cassie asked, eyes wide with worry.
“Few months,” Scott replied while leaning on a column on the porch of the girl’s farmhouse.
“And after that?”
“Well if all goes well, might stay a few extra months. Laura had good things to say about it,” Scott explained with a smile.
Scott was an average sized guy, with short black hair, black-rimmed glasses, toned frame and easy smile. He had dropped by to his see long time neighbor just a week before he would be going across the country for work experience at a high-tech farm.
Meanwhile Cassie was more of a country girl. With curly blonde hair, freckles, and a slightly masculine way of standing but with a lovely frame nonetheless. She had her hands behind her and was wringing them tightly in growing worry.
For years, Cassie had maintained a crush on Scott that had always bubbled just beneath the surface. They had been friends since they were kids and knew the other better than anyone else. But perhaps Cassie had not put herself out enough or just missed the chances to tell Scott how she felt, but with her trepidation, he had instead went for someone almost the opposite of Cassie, Laura.
From the city, she was always dressed sharply, with straightened brown hair, push up bra, heels, and was usually on her phone. For all that, she and Scott got along well and despite what she secretly hoped, they didn’t appear to be any closer to breaking up since they started seeing each other a year ago. And now Laura would be taking her Scott across the country for three or possibly six months. The prospect made her anxious as in all the years they had known each other, they had never spent more than a day or two apart.
“Are you gonna call or come back to visit?” Cassie asked hopefully.
Scott shook his head. “They have a rule against cell phones and technology in general there so you probably won’t hear from me until I get back,” he explained.
Cassie’s hopes were dashed slowly before her eyes and it only got worse as Scott continued.
“At least me and Laura get to share the same room,” he smiled. Either Scott was cruel and knew Cassie’s real feelings or he was oblivious, which somehow felt worse to her.
He left a few minutes later, as he and Laura were going shopping for clothes. Cassie was left by herself, wondering what she could do to keep Scott with her forever.
She had heard about the store from friends and decided to give it a try. Inside was a strange assortment of numerous trinkets, items, bobbles, flasks, odds and ends with one woman sitting at the shop counter with a slightly bored look on her face. It wasn’t until she heard Cassie approach the counter that shopkeeper stirred to life.
“Can I help you with something?” the shopkeeper asked with a beaming smile.
“Yes. No. Maybe. I’m not quite sure,” Cassie fumbled, unsure what she was doing exactly. Or what she wanted to have accomplished.
“Well, how about you tell me about your problem and I’ll see about a solution. That sound good?”
Cassie nodded and stepped a bit closer to the counter. “So my problem is with a boy,” she starts.
“Is your desire one of love or of revenge? Or perhaps something in between?” The shopkeeper sounded interested already, leaning forward on the counter.
“Love, I mean, I don’t know. My friend, Scott, he’s leaving and, and,” Cassie stammered.
“And you don’t want him to go, yes?”
“Yes,” Cassie said with a nod.
The shopkeeper thought for a few moments, taking time to look Cassie up and down. “You look like a farm girl,” the shopkeeper observed.
“Well that’s because I am. You see, I’m inheriting my family’s farm and Scott, I mean, my friend, is leaving to go across the country with another girl,” Cassie explained rather quickly.
“Oh I see,” the shopkeeper said with a stroke of her invisible beard. “I think I have a way for you to keep your friend close and under your control for a good long time.”
Cassie’s eyes lit up. “Really?”
The shopkeeper smiled before ducking down behind the counter. After some knocking around and light cursing, the shopkeeper emerged again but with a vial in her hand. The liquid inside appeared to be just average water before Cassie was told of its potential.
The girl left the store a few minutes later, smiling and sure of herself. Already concocting a plan, she headed home hastily, knowing she wouldn’t have long to put it into action. The potion within the vial took almost a week to work its magic, if the shopkeeper was to believed, but would guarantee a Scott that was easier for her to control. And definitely not leaving her anytime soon.
“No one can have Scott but me,” she told herself upon arriving home and going for the old rotary phone inside.
“Yes, Scott? Right, it’s Cassie. Do you think you could come over tonight? I need some help cleaning out a stall for a new horse.” Her skin blushed as she talked and heard his voice agreeing. “Okay then, I’ll see you around eight then.”
Later that night, Scott was over and helping Cassie clear out a stall.
“Getting a new horse?” he asked. He had helped with Cassie at her family’s farm for years and even had a few summer jobs at the place so he knew it well. He also knew they didn’t get new animals like horses all that often. “Surprised your folks would spring for one.”
“Well I got special deal on him,” Cassie replied. “He’ll be here by Friday and he’s quite the budding young stallion.”
Scott seemed impressed. He carried hay over and helped get reins and ropes ready for the horse. After everything was done, Cassie turned to a table where she had two glasses of water prepared for the two of them. She was careful about handing Scott the one on the right and keeping her own at a distance.
Scott took a deep swig, chugged a bit from the hard work before slowing and then stopping.
“Does your water taste weird to you?” Scott asks Cassie.
She sips her water and acts as normal as she can. “No. Tastes normal to me. What’s wrong with yours?”
Scott takes another drink as if it confirm the aftertaste already hanging in his mouth.
“Tastes almost like grass,” he said. Still, he drank on and finished the entire glass.
Cassie hid her smile behind a slow drink of her own water. “You must not have minded much. You emptied that thing,” she commented with a smile that almost betrayed her. It was Scott’s trust in Cassie that gave him a blind spot to her actions, especially if they were ever more sinister in nature.
She sent him home that night with a hug and thanks for the help. He left and she just enjoyed watching him go.
For Scott, he was happy to help his friend but even happier to plop down in bed to go to sleep. Beat after cleaning that stall, the lingering taste of grass hung in his mouth. Even after brushing vigorously, that hint of flavor stuck in his mouth.
Dressing down to just boxers, Scott crawled into bed and was out like a light within a few minutes.
As he slept, his dreams were far removed from the usual. Strange sensations that made his arms tingle and skin prickle up. There was fresh air and the smell of grass was all around him. More over, the taste of it was in his mouth again. Only this time, as he felt his head bend towards the ground, it was because he was eating it. Rather than be startled, Scott let the dream take over and guide him through the actions of a rather dull horse it seemed.
This was until he was approached by someone he knew but couldn’t place their face or voice. She was female, so he figured it was Laura. Onto his back came the weight of a saddle followed not long after by the weight of the girl. While a strain at first, he quickly found himself able to handle the load. He trotted and then galloped around, with arms and legs moving in unison and the strength to do it all feeling endless.
After a time, the girl dismounted and he was left to his devices once more. Eating grass followed, with more time spent running. At one point, Scott even felt the urge to relieve himself and was surprised to feel the hot urine stream out of him. It came so naturally that no sooner did he finish, than he was off running again.
It was only the blaring ring from his phone that woke him up. He reached for it and answered in a haze, “Hello?”
It was Laura.
“Oh, right right. We’re going to the flea market today. Yeah, I can be ready in,” but that’s when Scott took a deep breath. When he did, he nearly gagged. Looking down at his sheets, he saw a terrific stain that match the thick smell of urine that was in the air. “I guess I can be ready in an hour or so, yeah. Okay. All right. Love you,” and then he ended the call, eyes looking over the mess.
The best he could figure, as he rolled up his sheets, was that the memory of pissing in his dream came to life. Shoving the sheets into the washing machine, and taking a shower, Scott then got ready to go out.
As he approached the driveway, he saw his friend Cassie across the way, riding Daisy, one of their young fillies.
“Hey Cass,” Scott called out with a wave.
“Hey bud. How’s it going?” she asked, rearing the animal to a stop.
“Now too bad,” he covered as he thought about his accident last night. “You?”
“Not too bad myself. Just getting some riding time on Daisy here.” She gave the animal’s mane a stroke.
“Scott reached over the fence to pet the horse. “And how is she today?”
“Well, I think she’s coming into season,” Cassie loudly whispered down at Scott. “And she doesn’t have a boyfriend,” she joked.
“Well hopefully you’ll find one. Not fun being single!” he added with a lack of understanding.
“You have a fun day with Laura then,” Cassie said as he departed.
She watched him and how he moved. How he acted. How he scratched at the back of his neck and had to hike up his pants somewhat. And he didn’t mention the grassy taste in his mouth but she was always positive it was still there.
Sure enough, as Scott backed out and took off, he was lamenting that even after brushing that morning, the grass taste lingered. Worse still, he was getting somewhat used to it. He hoped it wasn’t so strong that Laura would notice when they kissed. Still he drove on until he was nearer the city and stopped at Laura’s apartment.
Picking her up, they drove off to the local flea market together. Once there, they walked through the outdoor market, arm in arm, and quite happy. Everything seemed normal until Laura stopped to look at some things laid out on a blanket. While she looked, Scott spied some errant grass sticking out from under the fabric.
For the oddest reason, it called to him, this tuft of grass. His mouth began to water and there was even a rumble in his stomach. Snatching it up, he glanced around to make sure no one was looking before taking a bite and then another, eating the handful. Chewing, he kept at it until he swallowed the greens. They hit his stomach but did little to satisfy his craving.
As he went to grab at another tuft, he stopped himself.
‘What the hell am I doing?’ he thought to himself, looking at his shaking hand. He allows himself to rip more of the grass out but resists the initial urge to eat it. Instead he looks at it and ponders the greens for a few moments. Then his stomach gurgles with hunger.
About to eat the grass in one bite, he’s only stopped by his girlfriend slapping his hand down.
“Jeez Scott!” she sighed loudly. “What were you doing?” she asked him.
Realization of what he just did struck him rather hard and he had to shake his head to stall coming up with an excuse.
“I’m just so hungry I, I, uhhhh,”
“Was about to eat grass?” she asked him coyly. “You could have just said something. There are tons of food vendors here.”
Saved by that weak cover, Scott let Laura take his hand and lead him along with where the food trucks were all parked. It took some time for them to settle on something to eat which turned out to be a large salad. The intent was to share but a hungry Scott made quick work of his half and nearly all of Laura’s portion too.
“You really are hungry today,” she said bemused. He smiled and went for a kiss, even as he chewed. She batted him away and waited for him to swallow before going in for a kiss. “Mmm, did you get some of that grass in your mouth? I can taste it,” she added.
Remembering the taste himself, Scott tried to play it off calmly.
“Must have gotten on my lips, heh,” he said jokingly. Worst than that, Scott was still hungry and as he looked around, the grass underfoot was seeming more and more appealing. Rubbing his temple, he tried to act agitated. “I think my allergies are acting up a bit,” he complained.
“Allergies? You never mentioned those before,” a concerned Laura asked.
“Yeah, they don’t come up often but when they do, I get all dizzy,” he explained with a hand on his head and another on his stomach.
“And hungry?” Laura joked, hearing his stomach.
“Maybe,” Scott covered with a shaky smile.
“We should get you indoors then,” she offered.
This entailed getting back in the car and heading back to Scott’s place. As they drove past fields, Scott would feel his stomach grumble as he stared at acre after acre of grass and when the occasional sight of a cow or horse was seen, Scott felt a pang of longing which he couldn’t quite place or find a reason for. Upon reaching his house and parking, Laura looked over and saw Scott staring out the window at Cassie’s place next door and the farm there.
“You feeling any better?” she asked.
It took Scott a few blinks of his eyes to bring him back to the moment. “Oh, sorry. I kinda zoned out there. I think maybe I should take some medicine and try sleeping this off a bit,” he said while holding his stomach and undoing his seat belt.
“Oh, okay,” Laura allowed with some disappointment in her voice. “You can call me when you’re feeling better, right?”
Scott had already opened the door and was stepping out when he heard her. “Yeah, I’ll text updates and at worse, call you in the morning.”
“Okay, sweetie. You feel better!” she called out to him as he was headed towards the house already.
Once inside, Scott wiped his brow as an odd heat had come over him. Beyond even that though, was the hunger in his stomach. Going for the kitchen directly and opening the fridge was step one. Two was dropping to his knees and opening the vegetable crisper near the bottom. There were carrots, lettuce, tomatoes, and celery. Without any regard for washing the veggies or getting a plate, Scott simple grabbed the head of lettuce and bit in.
He devoured all of the lettuce and even ate the pieces that had fell on the floor while he feasted. Moving on to the carrots, he bit them off in chunks, greedily chewing away so he could make room for more.
‘So damn hungry,’ he thought as he devoured the contents of the fridge. He’s snatch up bottles of water to sate his thirst between chomps of carrots or celery. While he did, his jaw almost felt stronger and stiffer, with his teeth really tearing into each stalk as he ate.
By the time he was on the tomatoes, his hunger was finally starting to calm down. With juice and seeds dripping down his face, Scott finally felt somewhat full, if a bit messy. Putting his hand on his head, he tried to shake away the dizziness he was feeling.
Scott headed up stairs and immediately stripped when in his room before heading into his bathroom. After one of the largest and smelliest shits in his life, Scott turned the shower to hot and stepped in.
The cleanse was needed and as he washed, his hands felt over his body. His muscles felt tighter, stronger almost, with his arms and legs feeling particularly heavy. Once clean, he dried off and put on a pair of boxers before heading to bed. He did take some allergy medicine which only helped him nod off faster.
In his dreams, there was a familiarity to the previous night with Scott running as fast as he could through high grass. At first he thought he was simply running normally until he realized his arms were helping as well. On all fours, he was able to move so quickly. There was soon a moment when he wasn’t alone any longer. To the left and right were others who at first Scott took them for human until a clearly of his mind allowed him to see them as horses, galloping along at pace with him.
Eventually the group stopped and began to mill around. Scott was now coming to terms with his larger body and the mechanics of it.
Horses were nibbling at the grass and generally just enjoying the sun and the clear day. This calmness and strange oneness with the horses caused Scott to become more relaxed. This allowed the beast within to come out more. He would trot along or sniff at the air, taking in an assortment of smells and odors. Not the least of which was his own, musky hot odor.
And not unlike the night before, the comfort of the situation allowed for Scott to let his guard down. Senses dropped, and with the feeling of a massive horse cock between his legs, his let loose a hot stream of horse piss while also allowing several large turds to roll out of his ass. This brought an odd sense of fraternity with the horses he was around, who had the same level of discretion as he did when it came to relieving themselves.
Moving on the with the horses, they were about to start off again when, rather predictably, Scott’s alarm blared and woke him up again. This time, upon sitting up, he immediately realized what he had done.
“Fucking shit,” he groaned to himself as that dream had caused him to both pee the bed again, but also filled his boxers with shit. Worse still, upon moving around a little more, his bowels growled again.
Leaping out of bed and rushing to the bathroom, Scott breathed a sigh of relief once he was in position. It wasn’t until the last turds were rolling out did he realize how he was actually standing over the toilet: on all fours with ass raised. He quickly sat down on the toilet in embarrassment before more piss came. That it smelled a bit more pungent was lost in Scott’s buzzing mind.
He had not had problems with crapping himself since he was a toddler and now, two days in a row, he woke up to his own mess. Again he tossed his sheets and started more laundry in an attempt to hide his shame. By the time he had sense to check his phone, he saw many missed texts and calls from Laura. Most were about seeing if he was okay but during his nearly twenty hour slumber, he had started to worry his girlfriend that he was fine.
Calling her back, he explained the long night he had and even some of the strange dreams, though he left out the part about making a mess like some animal. He did tell her he was still under the weather and might sleep more or just stay in today. She was supportive of this and they hung up saying their ‘I love you’s to each other.
Try as he might, Scott wasn’t able to stay inside for very long. Whether it was the nice day outside, the vague odor of his misdeeds, or just boredom, he wasn’t sure but Scott decided to head out into the yard to stretch his legs.
Contrary to what he told his girlfriend, the fresh air seemed to do him some good. The smell of wildflowers, grass, sun, sky, and Cassie’s farm were in the air. Trotting out into the nice spring air, it was the grass most of all that was having an affect on him. Grumbling like it hadn’t been fed in ages, he walked over to a patch of grass shaded by a grand oak tree.
Kneeling down, he reached for a hunk and grabbed it up. Somewhere in his mind, as he squatted there and looked at the grass in his hand, he knew what he was thinking was crazy. Or disgusting. Or just plain weird. But regardless of what it was, the handful had moved slowly to right in front of his lips.
Tongue out, he licked up some grass before pushing the entire load in his hand into his mouth. Chewing, the taste was still of grass but it wasn’t so off-putting. It almost felt like it satisfied some hunger he had that he couldn’t explain. Once it was all swallowed, Scott began to graze; on hands and knees, he nibbled at the grass.
It didn’t seem all that weird, or strange, to do so either. It actually felt quite comfortable, especially once the hunger in him started to dissipate. Still he chewed and snacked from the lawn for he wasn’t sure how long. The shade of the tree had moved and he was now in the sunlight.
It was as he felt the heat that he heard a voice.
“Scott? You okay?” Cassie’s voice was distinct and caught Scott completely off guard. He bounced between spitting out the grass in his mouth or swallowing. His hunger had him chewing right away and gulping it all down before he stood up.
“Cassie, hey,” he said, trying to sound normal.
“Did you trip into the grass?” she asked, trying to hide a knowing smile.
“Uhhh, yeah. My legs decided not to work, heh,” he tried to joke and play off.
Cassie had been watching him graze for nearly ten minutes before deciding to make her presence known. The cute way he tried to play it off was endearing to her.
‘He’ll make such a lovely horse,’ she thought as he approached somewhat sloppily.
“Kinda buried my teeth in the ground to,” he added when feeling several blades of grass spit out of his mouth.
“Did it hurt too bad?” she played along.
“No, no. I don’t think so anyway,” he said calmly, while his heart beat accelerated with nerves.
“Let me see your teeth,” she told Scott as she reached over the wooden fence separating the two properties. He opened it slightly, trying to hide his tongue which was trying to clean his mouth of any excess grass. By the time he had it all the way open, he could only hope that he cleaned it all.
“How is it?” he asked oddly.
Cassie saw the chewed grass plastered in his mouth but didn’t want raise any alarm. His teeth looked somewhat bigger than she remembered but that was only a good sign.
“Seems fine to me,” she noted, giving him a pat on a head to close his mouth. “Though your gums gotta a little dirty I think.”
Scott stuck a finger into his lips to feel his gum line but save for maybe being swollen, he didn’t feel or taste and dirt in his mouth.
“Guess I’ll need to take a shower and brush my teeth,” Scott said as a way to excuse himself.
“Well I hope you’re all right!” she called out to him with a smile. Watching him go this time, she could see the change in his muscles already. He was broader and bigger than his usual slim self. “You’re coming along so nicely. I cannot wait to ride you,” she said softly as she watched him go back in his house.
After a vigorous shower and brushing his teeth, the brown splotches that Cassie had seen did not go away. Even brushing to the point of drawing blood was not enough to remove the apparent stain. Inspecting his teeth closer, it was only now that a dull ache in jaw was noticeable. While the teeth looked mostly normal in the mirror, when he actually felt them, they felt larger.
As he backed away from the mirror, he could also see that his muscles were more pronounced as slightly bigger than just the day before. Still, it could just be his mind playing tricks on him. Like it confused him into eating grass or having those dreams.
Walking out of his bathroom, Scott then collapsed onto his bed. He had only been up a few hours but was feeling tired already. After an hour long phone call with Laura, where he zoned out more than once during her retelling of how her day went, he decided to try and get some more rest.
While he stripped to crawl into the last set of fresh sheets he had, he went to the bathroom to be doubly sure of no accidents that night. He proceeded to destroy his toilet in not the strictest sense but enough so that he brimmed the toilet twice and had difficulty pointing his penis down into the bowl. Some cursory inspection showed it being thicker than he remembered.
Ignoring the voice in his head that told him just to make a mess, he held back and after a few courtesy flushes, stood to piss away what urine he had. It smelled wrong to him but he couldn’t place where he smelled it before. The answer was just in the barn a few hundred yards away.
Empty as best he could reckon, Scott crawled into bed and had little trouble falling asleep.
Dreams in the field, running, galloping, and being free were somewhat different that night. For one, there was a weight on his back. One that when he looked back to try and see it, only leather reins were visible. When a tug came that pulled his head back slightly, he reared up and stopped.
“Woah, woah. Easy boy,” a voice told him as a hand was petting his mane.
The weight on his back dissipated and now there was a figure next to him.
“Do you smell her, boy?” he was asked next by the same familiar voice.
Scott took a breath, a deep one, and by the end of it there a strong, hot, and somehow wet smell stuck in his nostrils. They flared and again they filled with something that caused him to get hard. That sensation alone was entirely different experience than normal.
Usually getting hard didn’t take long but as his lengthening member stuck out from his furry black sheath under his belly, it felt like all his blood had rushed to it.
In the distance, there was another figure that was first in shadow but slowly trotted out of it. She was a pinto with a main mixed of the brown and white of her fur. As she came close, the smell was even more present in the hair. Scott was following his nose when at last it led him to the rear of the horse.
The sight would have normally disgusted him, but something was different. Not in the backside of the horse but in Scott’s mind. The filly was presenting herself to him, tail lifted, and cunt dripping in anticipation.
Scott shook his head, even in the dream knowing something was wrong. Still, he felt his cock getting hard and thumping against his stomach. It was massive and every pulse from his heavy balls felt like an instruction to rely on instinct.
The filly whinnied and circled Scott again before presenting her sex to him.
“It’s fine, go,” a tender voice encouraged, a slap on the haunch accompanying it.
It startled Scott enough to jump up onto the mare’s back and start to pull himself forward.
‘What am I doing?’ he asked himself.
‘You’re a horse. Doing what a horse does,’ came the answer in his own head. A moment later, the equine head of his cock found its mark on the mare and slid in. Both animals whinnied and the added feeling of his heavy balls bouncing between his hide legs cause Scott to thrust forward. Gradually, he got the massive horse cock in the mare and the feeling was like nothing he experienced before. Not with Laura or any girl before that.
After this realization hit, Scott merrily fucked the filly as hard as he could. Soon, there was less mental activity in Scott’s mind aside from mating and fucking the mare harder. The view from over top the horse was one that made him slightly dizzy. Still, he continued on the mare for as long as it took.
As the orgasm started to come, Scott tensed up and braced himself. Then with all his might he thrust in and he was suddenly aware he was in the air. Scott then tumbled out of his bed and onto his hands and knees where, when closing his eyes, the sight of the mare returned to him. With yet another thrust in his waking haze, Scott exploded and ropes of cum started shooting onto his stomach, chest, and floor.
“Ohhhhhhh!” he moaned loudly, gripping his cock as it continued to empty itself. A twinge of pain at the base of his scrotum caused him some discomfort but that was overcome by a sense of relief and release. On all fours, he kept on cumming, with all nails digging into the carpet as the waves came over him.
His asshole puckered and changed to a darker brown color that spread down into his taint and was now wrapping around the base of his balls. This was lost on Scott as simply getting off was reward enough. As the last few drips finally came out, Scott grabbed his cock and held it until it strained to push out the last bit. Emptied, his balls were sore and so was his cock. Still hard, it nonetheless felt heavier than it usually did. Thinking this was nothing to be mad about, he instead took stock of his mess.
With cum all over his carpet and him, he first decided to take another shower. Before that, his bowels were remarkably growling again.
“Ach, my back,” he grown when he went to sit on the toilet. For some reason his spine was tender and stiff, and the sheer act of trying to sit down hurt. Remembering his stance from the other day, and knowing he was alone in the bathroom, Scott instead got on all four again and stuck his ass over the toilet.
It only took a slight push for the massive turds to start falling out. Splashing into the water, Scott got slightly wet but the relief of emptying himself was more important.
“Ohhh, how is there so much,” he groaned as it started to overflow the toilet. Not caring, Scott kept going and even let his cock hang free as he began to piss as well.
‘What am I doing?’ a part of his mind asked as he trotted forward slightly. Feeling empty, he stood up and gagged at the sight. He tried to flush but it did little. Rather than deal with it, he jumping into the shower and started to quickly wash the smell from him, along with whatever fluids he spilled on himself.
He scrubbed all over, feeling dirty even after ample soap and water. Something about last night, and the dump in the toilet, wasn’t adding up correctly.
“What’s going on with me?” he asked himself which washing under his arms yet again.
It was while scrubbing he noticed something odd about the hair on his chest. It was a lot more prevalent that he remembered. And so thick to the point that it almost looked like fur on him. It traced down his chest and stomach and stopped around his waist. Rubbing his head, he never recalled it being so long before. Still he washed hard and finally stepped out of the shower.
The bathroom was a minefield and so Scott had to tip-toe through everything to get back to his room. He shut the door and found some incense to light to try and cover the smell. He sprayed some cologne as well and finally was able to get it to an acceptable level. Opening his window, a similar odor wafted over from Cassie’s barn.
There, taking out Daisy again, he could see Cassie saddling the horse up.
Something about that, being saddling and then mounted, sat surprisingly well with Scott who wiped a bit of perspiration from his forehead. The filly, he was now noticing like never before, was a fine specimen of a horse. Those muscled legs, the way she held her head, her shapely haunches, her lifted tail and her, but it was then that Scott realized he was stroking himself off the sight. He had to really shake his head to stop himself.
Pulling his hand away, he tried to look instead at Cassie to feel more correct about his current feelings. It was then that she looked up and over and made eye contact with the man.
“Hey there, neighbor!” she called out after mounting the horse and reining her in.
Shirtless and sporting wood, Scott tried to act as casual as he could. “Hey,” he said, waving back before quickly backing out of the window.
Scott quickly changed into clothes which he found a bit tighter than usual. Heading outside, he found Cassie taking the filly around in circles in a pen just behind the barn.
“Oh, hey Scott,” she greeted warmly. “Looking chipper today, aren’t ya?”
“Am I?” he questioned, rubbing his messy hair.
“Okay, you look a little worse for wear. Long night?” she asked kindly as she dismounted.
“You could say that,” he answered, trying to keep the memories of that night in the past.
“What brings you over to these parts then? Reconsidering my offer to work on my farm for the summer?” she asked with a good idea what the answer would be.
Scott smiled. “No, I’m still set to go off with Laura come Saturday. It’s just, I don’t know. I’ve been having dreams… I think it’s about leaving the area. Not seeing your farm every day for one,” he covered while he thought of running through the fields with the saddle Cassie was holding on his back.
She walked over and set the saddle down on the fence between them, as if knowing it was on his mind.
“Well the horses and all will certainly miss you. I know I will, Scotty,” she said with a warm smile. She reached out and rubbed his arm, wishing she could tell him that he wouldn’t be leaving on Saturday. That he would be with her forever. But she had to wait. It would all be so obvious soon.
“I’ll try and call and email when I can,” Scott said defensively, adjusting his glasses, knowing how Cassie felt about his leaving. Or at least, what he thought he knew about her.
“That would be great,” she smiled. “Oh, did you ever get that grassy taste out of your mouth?”
“You know,” Scott started, now remembering his spotted gums, said with a narrowing mouth, “still kinda there.”
He wasn’t lying either but Cassie laughed, cutely.
“Well, brush harder!” she joked, picking up the saddle. “I gotta go shine this up. You have a great day, okay Scotty?”
“Yeah, right.” Scott walked back to his house and inside to his kitchen. He came out a moment later with his car keys and was driving away a minute later.
