As a young stallion, it didn't take me long to figure out things that happen around me. Sometimes I notice the way things are and I dont mind as much. But one day, I noticed my mother was unhappy, really unhappy. I was out in the field, plowing with the workhorse. It was a hot, dry summer day. I had my shirt off, tucked away in my back pocket, a red bandana around my neck.
I had soaked it in cool water to help keep me cool, but it was soon soaked with sweat. Stopping the horse, I took a rag from my pocket an wiped the sweat from my brow.
"Whew... I think that's enough for today, what do you think old boy?" I walked over to him. He whinned a little and bobbed his head up and down, agreeing with me. I smiled and unhitched him from the plow, guiding him to the stables, taking off the yoke and heaving it onto the fence.
"There we go... I'll go get some hay from the barn and some water, alright?" I patted his side and went out through the doors. My mom and I have seven horses, a few cattle and some chickens. Just enough so we could sell eggs and milk and such for bread and pocket change. We didn't need much other than that, but it was nice to know we weren't poor. I walked up to the barn and pushed open the doors, walking inside.
"No where did I put... Ah! There it is..." I grabbed a bucket off the wall and walked back outside to the well. I looked up from the well to the house, noticing my mother sitting on the porch, looking off in the distance. She's been doing that a lot lately, can't tell why, but its bugging me. I didn't like seeing her unhappy, I don't like to see anyone unhappy, but to see her unhappy. Well, it broke my heart each time.
Its like watching someone who has had everything taken from them and they are waiting to die, to just kill over and stop existing. That's how she looked now. There's got to be something I can do to make her smile again... I took a moment to watch her before I started to turn the reel, pulling up the bucket from the well.
After finishing my chores, I opened the door and walked into the house, putting my shirt back on and loosening my bandana.
"Mom? I'm done with my chores." I set my gloves on the table near the entrance and hung up my hat. Usually, I'd be out in the field all day, sewing now crops, bringing in the hay, or cutting the wheat. But today, it was too hot, and I needed to make dinner for my mother, or she wouldn't eat.
I grabbed lettuce, carrots, some water and the pot from the cubboard. I looked out into the living room and saw her sitting in the chair, like she always did in the afternoon Sighing, I took out a knife and started to chop up the carrots. My ears pinned back against me my head, my wings flutteringa a bit in irritation from the raw feeling of my shirt.
"Mom, I finished my chores... Is there anything else you need me to do today?" I asked, looking into the living room.
She looked up a little from the floor and looked in my direction. Her beautiful eyes, now dull and hazy. "No... Nothing for now, thank you sweetie..." Her mane seemed to part to one side, it was beautiful, and yet no one to appreciate it.
I lowered my ears a little and continued to cut, not paying attention. "Oh, okay mom..." I felt a sharp sting to my hand and I dropped the knife, quickly grabbing my hand. "Fuck...!" I took off my shirt and quickly wrapped my hand as best as I could. My wings flared a bit as I wrapped my hand, my ears now facing forward as I did so.
"Ares, are you alright?" "Yeah, I'm fine... Its nothing, mom..." My mom worries about me hurting myself, so if I get sore or hurt, I'd hide it from her. She has too much on her mind anyway, so why should I worry her more? She shouldn't worry about me, I'm a grown stallion, but... I know she does.
I hear her get up and come into the kitchen, holding her gown together at the top, her ears still pinned back, but less so. I started to cut the carrots again, trying hard to ignore the blood staining my shirt.
"Ares..." She comes closer and places a hand on my shoulder. "Ares, let me see.." She took my hand and unwrapped it, I winced when it pulled a little at my wound. She shakes her head and gets the first aid kit off the wall and takes out some medicine and some bandages. "You should be more careful, Ares..." She takes my hand again and dabs it with the peroxide, cleaning it.
"Its nothing, mom, really..." She places a bandage on it and then wraps it. After inspecting it a little, she let's my hand go and start to put the kit back together. "I don't need you hurting yourself, Ares. You know how I worry about you, and that wound will need stiches soon..." I nod and start to cook again.
"Yes mother..."
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After dinner, I went upstairs and knocked on her door. After a few minutes, the door unlocks and I enter her room. I saw her putting away an old photo album, tucking it into her drawer and closing it. She needs this... She can't keep doing this to herself...
"Mother...? Is it okay of I get more bandages...?" I look at my hand and rub it a little, the blood now soaking them. She looks up from the bed and nods. I smile a little and go to the bathroom, grabbing the bandages and replacing them. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched her change into loose fitting shorts and a loose shirt. I turn my eyes back to my hand and make sure the wrap isn't too loose.
"Thanks mom..." I walked into her room and go to the door, shutting it. "Ares... What are you doing..?" I didn't look up, but I could tell she didn't move.
"I just want to talk..." I turn to face her and go to the bed, sitting down on the edge. Her gaze keeps to the wall, her hand gripping the sheet.
Do I dare even try...?
I nod firmly and place a hand on her hip, rubbing it gently. She pushes my hand away feebly. I place my hand back on her hip and move my hand up to her side. She pushes my hand away again, pulling up her blanket a little more.
"Ares, no... Your father was the only mate for me, I don't want another..." She looked at me, with a tired expression. I persisted, even puling down her blanket some just to see her hip.
"Ares, stop it..." But I persisted, even going as far as taking the blanket from her and moving closer to her. I place a hand on the small of her back and rub it gently, my pants starting to feel a bit tight. She swatted my hand away yet again and sat up in bed.
"Ares, I said stop." She gives me a slight glare, her ears pinned back in anger. I looked in her eyes and saw so much pain and sadness in them, pain and sadness I haven't seen in a while. I scoot closer and place a hand on her hip again, now kissing her neck and chest, my pants getting a bit tighter. She tried to push me off of her, but I was stronger and heavier then her.
"A-ares... Stop this..." I could hear the need in her voice, the lust she had, but she dinied it. I place a hand on her leg and kissed more on her collarbone and neck, rubbing her leg. My tail flicked in irritation as I rubbed her leg. She finally got me off of her and glared at me.
"Ares... I mean it when I say stop." She tugged on her shirt a bit and looked away. Her wings looked stiff and I smiled inwardly, reaching a hand up and feeling them. She tensed at my touch and her white cheeks turned rosy. SSheh fidgets a bit and grips the sheets tightly, her tail moving under the shets.
"Mom..." I reach up to place a hand on her cheek, only getting a hard slap to the face. I look at her, my cheek now red, and see he anger has escalated. She has tears In her eyes, her ears pinned back against her head and her wings shifting behind her. I tear up myself and look away.
"I... I'm sorry..." The pain in my face was out down by the pain in my heart, my wings drooping now.
