The bold sensations of being a stallion horse was making Davis prance about with longings to run. Beast passions were taking control of his senses and mind. He wanted to be running free and wild, the saddle, the halter, even that nasty bit in his mouth all reminded him of how he hated people.
Ruth waited for her ridding partner so long till her anger flaired and the crack of a ridding croup slapped Davis the stallion into action.
Out for a hard run Ruth drove Davis the Morgan stallion till his dappled gray body was coated in foaming globs of equine sweat. Winded and couching for air the stallion stood back at the stables. Ruth dismounted as the stable's groom eyed a horse standing there in pain.
"Golly lady you about rode him into the ground! Hey lookee here the stripes you layed open on his flanks. Your one curel woman!" chidded the groomsman to Ruth.
A quick response with the California one finger wave and she stormed out of the barn and straight to her car.
Hacking and coughing the stallion slowly caught his breath and with some loving grooming he calmed down.
"Easy there Stoney your soon to have a little fun!" said the Groomsman as he walked around the rear of Davis, slapping the large horse's rump.
A lusty whinny from a black Morgan mare had Davis the stallion looking her way.
The stable's groomsman fixed the mare's hind fetlocks with leather shackles in case she tried to lash out and injure the nice looking stallion. Her rein tied to a post the tail wrapped for remaining clear of the coming action she was ready for their moment together.
Davis was sniffing the air and feeling his oats as the stable's Groom oiled his already extended stallion's shaft. Eager like any verile male to mate he stood prancing a little showing his willingness.
A firm grip to Davis' halter the stable's groomsman led his proud stallion Stoney ( Davis) to meet the mare.