A mixture of pleasure and pain hit the stallion the moment his fleshy mass makes contact with the brown idiot in his way. His is secretly thrilled that his intended target had been hit but also disappointed that his horn had not been the object to do the damage instead. You can't win them all he thought silently through the spasming muscles of his own body’s protests against the impact. Clamping his teeth together to avoid anything unintelligible from leaving his mouth he catches his weight before it sends him sprawled out on the grass underneath the bay. After getting this far into their spar he was not about to give him any easy points where he could sneak in a couple free blows while he gathered himself from the heap on the ground, he would have to be mad to let that happen willingly.

Sucking in a breath as weight returns underneath his front hooves he can feel each sinew give slightly before his nerves demand them to contract to hold his mass once more. The feeling is anything but reassuring to the stallion as there will be without a doubt swelling to take place in the very near future along with the joyous pain to go along with it.

Why exactly did he have to choose to approach this stallion again? Maybe it was out of pity, or even some brilliant idea that a staggering moron such as himself would make an easy target to hone his skills? Whatever the reason was it was likely fueled by male hormones somewhere along the way, why did such situations always end with two males trying to prove they were superior to the other? It was one part of the male brain that he would not completely understand but hey it felt good at the time.

Darkened shadows loomed up beside him signalling that he may want to pay attention again to the brute nearby before he would again regret his lack of focus on the subject. This time the impact was not centered over his withers but rather the thick muscular portion of his hindquarters, which of course lacked much protection at this time. Metal connected into his flesh sending a sharp stinging sensation along his spine and down his hind leg, dammit why couldn't the moron just fall over like he was supposed to for once!

Images flooded into the stallion's mind like a torrent portraying a scene much similar to the one unfolding around him but instead of a bay brute standing over him, it was the horrific image of his father from many years ago. From deep within his body he felt something tear open releasing years of pent up anger and rage sending it swirling up around him like a dragon. Emotions that had once been hidden beneath layers of lies finally freed from its prison to wreak its revenge.

No longer did he see the bay stallion rearing up over him, no it was him! A low feral growl sounded from deep within his chest as the memories took hold, he would not let him get away with this again not this time. The pain once hindering his movement seemed all but forgotten as the anger overtook his senses giving him a false sense of reality. On the outside his body was still painful and complaining with each flexion of a extremity, each extension of a muscle group, every movement he made but his mind was numb to the pain focused to intently on bringing justice. Thrusting his body upwards with a roll of his hips he hoped to knock the already unbalanced figure away from himself before striking out in his attempt to end this once and for all. Desperately twisting himself around as much as his large frame would let him, he lowered his head aiming his deadly dagger towards the brute’s heart as he lunged forward one last time.

Things seemed to move in slow motion as some sense broke through the blinding anger, what was he doing? This was the blundering idiot from before not his father! A last second turn of his head drew his horn away from the area where the last target would have been housed, only problem was now his trajectory point was unknown. He knew not if there would be more damage, or even if his mass would connect with the stud. It would be left for fate to decide the next course, all he could hope was he managed to do some kind of damage that would not kill the poor sucker.



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