Sometimes, things can be delayed longer than expected. Often, the only thing that can be done is to adjust plans and try to stay patient. On the other hand, there are situations where patience has been pushed to the limit and action is needed. For instance, when Sylvia Rattlerton had accepted Andrew Weary's proposal, she had hoped for an early spring wedding so she could have Muxing attend her wedding and then vice versa. However, Andrew's aunt and uncle who were Tommy's parents wanted to have a big grand wedding to start their marriage in style. Sylvia was able to put up with at first, seeing as Andrew's folks were so grateful for her saving him from a prison sentence. But as the weeks went on, the wedding plans became more unnecessarily elaborate. Sylvia tried to argue them down, but they were a little too insistent. One might think they were actively trying to stall the wedding.
It was only when Muxing revealed that she and Fang had entered their breeding season and were now pregnant that Sylvia decided that enough was enough. It was time to put her foot down, or coil in this case. She told Andrew's aunt and uncle that she didn't want any more extravaganza, all she wanted was to be married to Andrew and stop holding her friend's wedding back. And if they don't stop adding superfluous lavishness, then she and Andrew are going to elope and there won't be any wedding ceremony. And when a human-sized rattlesnake starts snapping at you, you very much paid attention to what she said. So Sylvia and Andrew should be married no later than next weekend.
Fortunately, Abby and Samson's delays were nowhere near as extensive at that. The main thing that had been keeping them from moving into their new home was construction. Building a brand new house took time, especially since it was on ranch land and not in town. And it wasn't a house built for just the two of them. There were at least two rooms designated for future foals. And with Uncle JT and Aunt Spotted Tail as neighbors, Abby knew this was going to be a fine place to live.
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Abby and Samson stood outside the front of their ranch house and looked up at it. "Well, it's finally ready," said Abby, "Our new home."
"A home of our own," agreed Samson, "Not that living with your parents is so bad."
"It's funny, I always thought I'd end up inheriting the farm as Mom and Dad got too old to manage it. But they're young again, having new kids. Kinda makes it awkward for me," said Abby.
"You're not regretting becoming my mate, are you?" asked Samson.
"Never," said Abby, kissing him, "Especially now that you're my husband."
"In that case," said Samson before picking his wife up, "I believe it's customary for the groom to carry his bride over the threshold?"
"It's kinda been a long while for that, but yes," said Abby as Samson carried her inside, "I forget how strong you are at some times."
"With all the muscles you see on a regular basis, you really shouldn't forget," teased Samson.
"I think I'd like to see those muscles now," said Abby in a husky tone.
"I thought you'd might," said Samson as he carried her upstairs.
Their bedroom was a little bit spartan at the moment as not all of their stuff had been moved in. They'll most likely need to get more furniture for their new home. But one piece of furniture that was present was their new bed, ready for its inaugural lovemaking. Abby and Samson disrobed each other with practiced timeliness. Before they got on the bed, Abby picked up her bottle of birth control pills. "Samson, I just want to thank you for being so patient with me," said Abby, "Back when you were a mundane horse, you were breeding regularly with the other mares and siring multiple foals. Now you're waiting 9 years just to have one with me."
"More like 10 years, considering when you want to start," said Samson, "And back then, I didn't have a particularly deep connection with those mares, or even my foals. Being your mate is much more fulfilling. And I know how much competing in the IAC and the Year of the Horse competition means to you. The only thing I question is that do you intend to keep being a professional athlete after our first foal?"
Abby paused to consider that. "Animalians still can't compete in normal athletic events," she said, "We have too obvious an advantage over human athletes. The various sports league may eventually allow professional teams to have one Animalian on their side if the other team has one too. But the only triathlons I'll likely be able to participate in are Animalian ones. Not to mention I'm not sure I'm going to wait another 12 years for the next Year of the Horse. So I can be an athlete every other year and be a farmer's wife and mother the rest of the time."
"You're not just a farmer's wife," said Samson, "You're a farmer yourself."
Abby swallowed one of her pills and said, "We still have to wait a while before I'm a mother as well."
"I can wait a few more months," said Samson, "Besides, it's not like you're keeping me sex-deprived."
"Indeed I'm not," said Abby before lying on the bed, "So, shall put our new bed to the test?"
"That I can't wait any longer for," said Samson eagerly. He did take the time to worship his wife's beautiful body from her bountiful breasts to the soft slit that trickled nectar. Once she was nice and wet, Samson inserted his cock into her. The horses moaned loudly as they made love. There was no need to keep quiet here. They were the only ones in this house, at least for now. In the future, their mating will pave the way to other occupants in the house. But for now, it was only the appreciation of each other and the pleasure that came from that.