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Day 17

Verde’s face pressed hard into the pillow she had in front of her, feeling Jason trying to pull himself out of her as hard as he could. Her eyes closed, feeling her body release her from the carnal desire that imprisoned her. The heat drained itself from her as Jason finally freed himself. Turning her head and barely opening her eyes, she saw him stumbling about before falling to one of his knees.

“What the fuck is up with you? Are you trying to fucking eat my dick off?” Jason coughed, his face lowered as if trying to recover from a blow to the head.

Verde wanted to tell him to shut up, but could barely keep her focus. Jason’s seed had done the job. With the waves of pleasure dissipating, she finally came to her senses for the first time this morning.

Jason looked a lot different without his clothes he had constantly on, and the piece that he used to copulate with her was much different than any stallion’s in that it was more a spade then a cylinder. Verde also discovered that he wasn’t completely hairless. He had a rather sparse, but noticeable amount of fur around his groin. It was also higher than she expected, thinking it was hidden between his legs.

Jason kept staring at Verde, making her a little uncomfortable. This was obviously his first time rutting a mare and it took way too long this morning for her to convince him to do the deed. He kept bouncing in between about to get inside her and backing off. It was infuriating to her at first, but what finally convinced the man to join her was tears.

She initially tried to be very lax and come onto him, trying to make it easy for him. Apparently, she could bring the water to him and he wouldn’t drink. So the attempt at being slightly romantic moved on to straight begging until she could not help but start crying.

Right now however, she wish that he would get on the bed and lay with her.

After both parties just sat, breathing for a few minutes, Jason finally got up and headed towards the main living area. Lifting herself up, Verde let herself down from the bed and stumbled a bit.

Frankly the entire affair for her was awkward. Jason was being awkward. The sex was awkward. The aftermath was just awkward. Looking back at the bed, the pillows and blankets looked awkward as well.

At least she felt right as rain now, but knew that Jason would have to perform again tonight. And tomorrow morning. And tomorrow night, and so on for the next few days. She was going to have to try to break him in tonight. Get him used to this, though now that she had her wits about her, she was a bit amazed she let him get near her, more or less even touch her.

Navigating to the kitchen, Jason was pouring two bowls of the same cereal he alway ate. She noticed that Jason was never much for cooking breakfast stuffs outside of ‘bacon’ apparently, which he showed her last night. Jason glanced down, over at Verde.

“I’m guessing mares in heat get just as hungry as anyone else.” Jason moaned.

“Yeah...” Verde spoke, sniffing a bit.

“I’ll meet you at the couch.” Jason spoke, pouring milk into each bowl.

Verde started for the couch, inadvertently swaying her rear a bit even though Jason wasn’t watching. She couldn’t help it, at times she felt that her flank had a mind of it’s own. Reaching her destination, she pulled herself onto the couch and laid on top of it. She glanced over at her own hips, her tail twitch every so often.

The thud of footsteps broke her gaze as Jason started making for the couch. Placing one cereal bowl down in front of Verde, he moved back to the kitchen to get the other one, in lieu that he had to deal with an injured hand. Using the softs of her hooves, she grasped the spoon and started to eat.

“When did you want to change the bandages?” Jason cried out from the kitchen, holding Verde to her promise that she made last night.

“When is it fine for you? And where are the supplies?” she replied as she finished swallowing her food.

“In the bathroom, and about noon will be fine for me.” Jason exhaled, leaving the kitchen with his bowl and making for the couch. As he turned the corner, Verde saw that Jason was planning on sitting next to her. A light flutter inside her made her adjust herself to try and give him more room.

Jason put the bowl down on the coffee table and looked at Verde. Turning away, he huffed, like he was trying to ask a question, but looking for the right words.

“So... how does the herd thing work?” Jason asked.

“Oh, well there are a lot of ways I suppose...” Verde said, looking up at Jason.

“What's the ‘classic’ view?” Jason replied.

“Well... in general, most herds have a single stallion to um... two mares, maybe three... there are cases of it going to four and five, and other cases of herds with two stallions and 6 mares, but I’ve never heard of a herd with three stallions or just one stallion and 6 mares...” Verde teetered off.

“What about one stallion to one mare?” Jason inquired.

“Well, there are those too, but that’s generally reserved for older ponies and very introverted ponies... it’s also seen as being kinda selfish for a mare to keep an able stallion all to herself...” Verde looked away.

“I don’t feel comfortable adding another member to be frank.” Jason dictated.

“Well, it’s okay, we both have to welcome a new member into the fold, neither of us can just bring someone home and expect the other to just accept them...” Verde trailed off.

“In my culture... polygamy is not unheard of, but generally frowned upon. And what we are trying to make of us right now... at least the way I see it, I would like to just keep it between us.” Jason spoke, adding his own perspective into the mix.

“I’m okay with that.” Verde replied. She was unsure how other mares would see Jason anyways.

“So, what is a lead mare?” Jason asked, eating a spoonful of cereal.

“Oh, a lead mare, down here at least, is the mare in charge of major herd decisions, right along side the stallion. She is supposed to be a unified voice for all the mares in a herd. Some of the less... mature stallions can be very demanding and forceful. It’s the lead mare’s job to... balance them out. So that he doesn't run amok. I mean frankly, two mares could do what they want to a stallion, but mare abuse of a stallion is seen as just as bad as stallion abusing his mares...” Verde answered.

“Right now, I’m lead mare, by virtue of well... being the only mare... but normally, either the most senior mare takes the spot or the other mares will come to a consensus. Rarely, if there is a bunch of infighting in the herd, the stallion will choose one to be lead mare, but since everyone can leave a herd whenever they want... if he has to choose one, the other members tend to not stay long...” Verde finish, looking about, she wondered how Jason would take it.

“Define ‘major herd decisions’.” Jason posed.

“Well, lead mare’s are also kinda the face of the herd. You might hear someone say Speedy’s herd, but everyone knows that if you have business with Speedy’s heard, you talk to Magenta first.” Verde spoke, when Jason interjected.

“Is ‘Speedy’s herd’ a hypothetical herd?” he asked.

“No, they were a herd that was next door to my birth herd, last I checked, they’re still a together.” she answered.

“Ah... so if I have buissness with a member of the herd, I would have to talk to Magenta first?” Jason quetioned.

“Depends on how well you know the herd and that particular herd member, if its formal or you have been introduced to no one, Magenta will be the first you have to interact with. If you know the herd already, you can just skip the formalites and go straight to whoever you want to talk too...” Verde answered.

“Well does that include us? I meet new people monthy at my work a-” Jason was about to ask

“Thats... work Jason, as lead mare, I would trust and submit to you on how you approach that...” she said

“So what about here?” he followed up

“Here I would be the one to answer the door and make formal introductions.” Verde teetered off.

“Thank god I don’t have much a social life anyways...” Jason mumbled.

“You don’t?” Verde inquired.

“Not since I came here...” Jason finished

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Jason moaned in pain as Verde poured the alcohol bottle over the stitches of the wound she had made. He flinched as he tried not to make a move, biting his own lip and gripping table. Verde moved quickly to get a chunk of paper towel so she could dab off the excess liquid in order to start rewrapping the bite.

It was disconcerting to look at, it was like Jason was a doll that some poor filly busted, letting all the stuffing out, and having their mother sew it up to prevent it from being ruined. Well, almost, the bits of exposed flesh and dried blood betrayed the cloth like stitches to the violence that forged it.

Trying to ignore the picture of her handy work presented to her, she grabbed some cotton squared and applied them to the top wound first.

“Allright, flip it.” Verde requested.

With a moan, Jason turned his hand to the other side. She had already cleaned this side and needed to apply the cotton square. Placing it with care, she moved for the gauze and started to wrap Jason’s hand, with him moving it up and down as she wrapped from one side to the next.

“There... all better...” she said, affixing a metal latch to ensure the gauze would not slip. Jason’s eyes were still closed, twitching still from the pain of the disinfectant. It was reminiscent of the night Jason cleaned her snout, only he didn’t run off and shove his face into the couch.

Moving herself closer, she laid her head on Jason’s shoulder, trying to comfort him. He did not so much as even acknowledge the contact, he sat in silence as his shaking slowed and slowed down. It had gotten so silent that his heavy breathing was audible. She could hear the air pass out his two close nostrils.

“So um... what do you do at your job?” the mare asked the human she sat with. He just sat here, unresponsive. She really just wanted him to make a move, anything to prove he wasn’t an inanimate object. Please, just talk to me, Verde thought to herself. Since she started to change the bandage, he said nothing, passively letting the mare do what she desired to his arm.

“Can we talk about this latter? Antibiotic is still hurting.” asked Jason, twitching his lips a bit, with his eyes still closed.

“Yeah... sure, whatever you want.” she replied she said while pulling herself closer to him. Frankly she was worried. He didn’t look like he cared for the idea of herding. Infact, it seemed as if he was disconnected from the whole thing. Letting her do with him as she wish, without letting her truly interact with him at all.