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You Get What You Give, pt 2 comidacomida copyright 2019

Roen didn't have a car so when he left work that evening he walked from the ranch back to his home; at just over ten blocks it wasn't a very lengthy trip so he didn't mind the exercise and it also gave him a chance to collect his thoughts. His parents were waiting for him in the kitchen with dinner just about ready to be brought to the table. They were happy to hear about his first day back at the ranch in several years.

The young Stallion had never told them about his run-in with Bart so when he tip-toed around the topic of encountering him that afternoon they lacked a lot of context. He was comfortable with that, however, simply telling them that he'd run into an old Talking Shire stud that the ranch had retired. Although neither his mother nor father had much of an agrarian bone in their body, Roen was surprised when both of his parents took an interest.

The conversation was immediately filled with talk about Talking Shires and other animals that were capable fo speaking, where they fit into society, and the laws in place to protect them. It made sense, of course, considering Roen's father was a Sociology teacher at the local community college, but facing so much direct discussion about the topic began to exhaust Roen, especially since he knew he'd could very well encounter retired stud again at some point. In the end, thankfully, dinner came to a conclusion and Roen excused himself so he could go do all the post-stable hand clean-up he'd planned on since leaving work.

Back in his room, Roen quickly gathered up his change of clothes and a towel before heading back into the hall and stepping across the way into the bathroom. The young Stallion usually took fairly quick showers in the morning and before bed but whenever he worked out Roen preferred a much longer, much hotter one as a cool down for his muscles. Having been denied one earlier, he maximized his time that evening, spending a good twenty minutes under water so hot he could barely stand it; Roen felt much more like himself when he finally got out.

Once he'd returned to his room the young Stallion tossed his dirty clothes into his hamper along with his towel and flopped down on his bed, picking up his cell; there was a text from Jake, his boyfriend. Although Roen had never been much for labels, Jake was a vibrant and emotive individual who had more than earned the title. He and the Otter had been together since Junior year and it was Jake who was responsible for a lot of Roen's positive emotional development and the young Stallion's blossoming self esteem.

Smiling to himself, Roen could practically hear Jake's upbeat tone in the text message that awaited him: Hey Sexy. How'd your first day at the ranch go?

The young Stallion propped himself up on his elbows and texted back. Just fine, Shane-N-Jake. And it wasn't my first day. I worked there as a freshman.

'Shake-n-Jake' was a playful nickname he used with the Otter, eluding not just to the food preparation product, but also eluding to the first time they'd had sex. While Roen had been eighteen almost two months longer, they had both diligently waited until the day after Jake's birthday before they'd done anything intimate. The Otter, who had all but admitted to desperately wanting to be with a well endowed boyfriend had not been left wanting and, despite being entirely unprepared for anal sex, had tried to take him all at once.

The resulting spasms and hesitant retry had earned him the nickname that stuck and, despite how easily it could have been misconstrued as chiding or insulting, Jake was the kind of Otter to always see the best in a situation. In fact, since the numerous times since then that they'd been intimate, Jake had more than grown accustomed to it. Roen smiled to himself, rolling onto his back so he could run his hand along his abdomen and down over the front of his shorts as he thought about the many things he and Jake would probably be up to that weekend. The text alert sound from his phone pulled his attention back to his cell and another text from his boyfriend had. RIGHT. Anything interesting happen?

Smirking to himself, Roen quickly typed out Yes. I spent some alone time with an older man.

There was barely any delay in Jake's response. NFW!

The young stallion laughed; 'No Fuckin Way' was one of the Otter's favorite responses to 'interesting' information. Still smiling, Roen continued his text-based banter. Yes way. And he was hung like a horse.

Although Roen knew his story would get Jake worked up he was surprised that his boyfriend actually responded with a call. The young Stallion answered the phone with "Yes. Like. A. Horse."

The Otter wasn't the jealous type to Roen's knowledge and the tone with which Jake asked his next question wasn't bitter; it was excited. "Was it the rancher guy? Mr. Turnidge? That Bull is SUCH a Daddy..."

The Stallion rolled his eyes. "No, Jake... I don't think Lou swings that way, and--"

"Oh... 'Lou' huh? First name basis with the boss, are ya, Roeny?"

Roen cut that line of thought short. "No. I'm not gonna start anything with Lou. He's happily married and he's more your type, not mine."

The Otter's playful voice barely missed a beat. "So who was it then? Another one of the stable-hands?"

The young Stallion continued his playfully steam narrative. "No... not one of the stable-hands. I'm the only equine stable-hand there."

Roen could practically hear his boyfriend's excitement. "Oh-- so when you say that he was hung like a stallion--"

Despite the humor of the situation, the continued back-and-forth was getting a little old so Roen sprang the reveal. "He's a Talking Shire at the ranch. I'm talking about an old breeding stud there."

Jake's voice was almost a yell, actually making the internal speaker of the cell phone hum as it transmitted his excitement, alternating between shouting to whispering to shouting again. "HOLY FUCK, ROEN! DID-- did you get it on with-- WITH A FERAL HORSE?!?!"

At that point Roen was all-out laughing. He'd dropped his phone on his bed, holding his abdomen as he laughed so hard it hurt. Jake continued talking to him through the spasms and the young Stallion had to try three times before he could manage to get any words to push through his laughter. Eventually his admission was what got him to calm down as he stated "No... Bart's always been a real dick."

The Otter tried to apply some humor to the statement but Roen had managed to get past his laughing fit, turning more serious as he provided some background to the situation and explain his complex past with the Talking Shire. He told Jake about how Bart had treated him poorly and bullied him and ultimately been responsible for Roen leaving his job after making his time at the ranch a living hell.

The Otter listened quietly and patiently until Roen said all he was going to, finishing his story with "So when he started up again after seeing me today I told him goodbye and walked out. That's pretty much it."

The silence extended for what felt like forever until, eventually, Jake spoke up. "Have you tried being nice to him?"

Roen took a moment to digest what he'd just heard. He responded with a question. "I should be nice to an asshole like Bart?"

As per his usual pragmatic, wide-wave thinking the Otter was ready to elaborate. "Most bullies I know of either come from broken homes or they're starved for attention... or sometimes both. Then again, this Stallion is a Talking Shire I can't imagine what his life must've been like, but if you're telling me that they tossed him into a stall as far away from everyone as possible, I'm pretty darn sure he's lonely."

It was some deep thinking, which Roen knew Jake was capable of when he really tried, but it wasn't something the Stallion felt he was ready to hear yet. "I dunno about that, Jake... I'm pretty sure he's just a self-absorbed prick."

The Otter was quick to remind him "You did say you'd see him tomorrow... right?"

"I guess..."

Jake, as always was too deep into complicated thoughts to just accept the simple answer. "Well... you can try reaching out and seeing if he responds to positive attention and companionship. I mean, if he's still a jackass to you then that'll help you rule out any chance of him having any redeeming qualities... cuz if someone doesn't like my Roeny then they really must have their head up their ass."

The lovey-dovey praise wasn't something that Roen sought but Jake always gave it in abundance and the Stallion felt his ears redden. "Yeah? And I suppose if he calms down and stops treating me like a flat-headed foal then I'll get some kind of validation?"

He could almost hear the Otter shrug through the phone. "And closure?"

Jake had a point. Roen sighed. "Yeah... I guess so."

And, just like that, his boyfriend was right back to lewd humor. "And if you two kiss and make up maybe I can score some REAL horse cock!"

Roen had no idea after several months of Jake how his eyes didn't manage to roll right out of their sockets.

* * * * * *

The following day started early as usual and Roen spent his morning walk to the ranch deep in thought about what Jake had said. Granted, the young Stallion barely spent any time with the Talking Shire the previous night and in that short time he hadn't been one tenth as bad as he'd been back when Roen had been a freshman. Tehn again, he reasoned, Roen really didn't give Bart any time to start up. By the time he arrived at work the teen was no closer to figuring out what to do so he reasoned that he'd just continue avoiding the Talking Shire.

The morning passed in much the same way as any other on the ranch grounds; there was work to be done, projects to be completed, and tasks to check off of a very lengthy list. Mr. Turnidge had made good on his promise to increase the staff so they were, for once, ahead of schedule when mid-day rolled around. Most of the long-time stable hands gathered together at two wooden picnic tables set out near the ranch house but Roen was not among them; he went off toward the back of the property with his lunch.

Walking toward the southern side of the ranch the teen found himself meandering closer to building six. The main doors were open; if Roen recalled correctly, Mr. Turnidge had planned to do some straightening up of the storage over the course of the week. The Bull, however, was nowhere to be seen. Fumbling with his paper sack, the young Stallion lingered just outside the doorway. Eventually the internal conflict in him came to a head and, taking a deep breath, he stepped into the building; he was not going to be victimized by his memories of Bart. "Hey... Bart!"

He heard the Talking Shire snort in surprise from the very last stall and Roen was surprised by the response. "I didn't think you'd be back."

The teen remembered what his boyfriend had reminded him of the prior night and used the very same line. "I did say I'd be back today."

Bart snorted again, but it wasn't so much surprise as it was in scorn. "I've heard it often enough without it being true."

Roen stepped forward, his lunch bag hanging from his hand forgotten. "And why do you think that is?"

The Talking Shire's words came out spiteful and dry. "Isn't it obvious? I'm not the top breedin' stallion... nobody has any need of me."

The teen wasn't completely surprised at how dense the horse was, but he wasn't about to go soft on him. "You don't think it has anything to do with you being a complete, insufferable prick all the time?"

Bart raised his head over the stall door, rotating his head followed by both of his ears as he stared at the teen. "Heh... Why don'cha tell ya what you REALLY think, Kid?"

Roen realized that some ground rules would be needed. "My name isn't 'Kid'. It isn't 'Hey You' and it isn't 'Little Guy'. My name is Roen. If you want me to stick around then you need to get it right, Bart."

The Talking Shire shifted his weight, his hooves making soft clopping sounds on the hay-covered wooden boards of the stall. "Are you just pokin' fun at me now, or are you actually plannin' on stayin' around?"

Roen backed up against a dusty equipment counter and hopped up, planting his rump on it like a stool. "That's all up to you."

Bart snorted. "You mean, as long as I behave, huh?"

The teen nodded, setting his paper bag in his lap as he began to dig in it again. "Yep."

The horse let out a half-whinny, half-laugh. "You know, breeding studs are usually only ever half-tame, right?"

Roen pulled out his sandwich, chips, and an apple. "Well... like you said, you aren't the top breeding stallion anymore so many you should reevaluate your options."

Bart mumbled to himself for many long moments, very likely saying things he knew Roen wouldn't want to hear. In the end, however, he rotated his head in the teen's direction again and asked in a surprisingly polite way "Okay, Roen... I'll bite: what is it you get outta this?"

The teen's own ears raised as he glanced toward the horse. "What do I get out of what?"

The Talking Shire stamped his hoof on the floor. "Bein' all sweet and friendly-like. What's the angle?"

There were a number of ways Roen could have answered; he could have approached it from a getting-to-know you direction or he could have suggested that maybe he was looking to find common ground. In the end, however, he didn't think Bart would respect anything but a very straight forward counter-question. "So long as you have someone spending time with you rather than brushing you under the rug does it really matter?"

Bart let out dismissive huff. "Ya think I'm THAT pathetic, do ya?"

Roen shrugged, putting his sandwich wrapper and empty chip bag back into his paper bag before hopping off of the counter. "I can always leave, if you want."

The Talking Shire shifted his weight from side to side, clearing his throat. "Nah... s'okay. You can stay... if ya want."

* * * * * *

Roen talked with Jake again that night, and the Otter was honestly surprised when he heard the entire story. "And you ended up giving him your apple?"

The young Stallion chuckled. "Yeah. We were ahead of schedule so Mr. Turnidge let us have an hour to eat instead of our usual half hour so I spent it in building six with Bart. Once I got him talking it was a lot easier to get along, especially since he seemed starved for attention... and I told him near the beginning if he continued to be respectful and called me by my name that he could have my apple."

Jake's question wasn't so much from doubt or surprise as it was a verbal encouragement for him to continue the story. "And he did?"

Roen chuckled. "Yeah... though I think he probably would have anyway. I mean, I think most of his dick attitude is more an act or anything and throwing the apple in to sweeten the deal let him act like he didn't care... but I could tell he did. Bart's lonely, and I think he was really just thankful that someone spent some time with him."

The Otter was almost giddy. "See? I told you! I bet you two'll end up becoming friends too... I'm so glad you tried to make peace with him."

The young Stallion had to admit that Jake had an intuitive sense of people and was rarely wrong. He also had to admit something else. "Me too."

The silence stretched between them for several seconds until Jake spoke up again, his voice a little more subdued. "Hey, Roeny?"

"Yeah, Jake-n-Bake?"

Another few seconds of silence preceded the Otter's next statement. "You know... if you wanna mess around with Bart I'd be cool with it."

Roen was completely stupefied. "You'd WHAT?"

The Otter giggled. "You know... 'give him a hand' or whatever. I'm pretty sure he'd be grateful and all."

The Stallion snorted. "Not gonna happen, Jake. Making peace with a bully is one thing, but I'm not gonna toss him off just because he can prove that he doesn't have to be a prick all the time."

Jake had always been a hopeless letch. "Man... I'm jerking myself right now just thinking about it..."

Roen rolled his eyes. "Gnight, Jake."

Before the Stallion could hang up his boyfriend quickly added "Lemme know if you do! Man... that'd be SO f-in' hot!"

Sighing, Roen set his phone off to the side. Despite the grief he gave Jake over even suggesting it, the young Stallion couldn't get the implanted thought out of his mind. It made for a sleepless night, and, even as numerous thoughts continued playing through his head the next morning the teen managed to resist the urge to make any plans or figure out any propositions-- right up until he joined Bart again for lunch. At that point, right in front of the Talking Shire, despite his objections to Jake the previous night, he opened his mouth and brought it up.