It was intoxicating to say the least.

Africa watched Midas toil with timber and gold, sampling the delicious thick stench of his labour with eager nostrils and swooning lashes; all while standing in the dappled shade of a large tree spared the grim fate of his fellows (perhaps for her benefit). The stallion was a sight to behold indeed, sweat lathered across his thin painted coat, and the hearty grunt of exertion rose to treat her addicted ears. It gave reason to forget the woes of discomfort, both of which plagued her relentlessly, and she indulged in the pleasure guiltlessly.

Around them others were busy at work, also collecting resources that might compliment the Earth’s ‘boat’ in the case of required repair-work; but none she mused with a light grin, were as striking as the golden-laced man she had fallen for. Gentle, weary eyes glanced down to a growing pile of feathers – restless in even the puny wind - which she had asked Silas to fetch while she rested her aching frame. Africa could think of no thatch stronger than those fine, weatherproof outer-quills of avian folk. They carried considerable weight in flight, were light themselves, and each was far more beautiful than leaves and bark glued together by sludge-mud.

When the time came to set off, Africa parted from her comfortable refuge with her delicate bounty stuffed clumsily into the bag by her elbow (spilling from beneath the leathery slip cover). She moved near to Midas, but not so close as to upset the clever stockpile surrounding him; all tethered to his brawny shoulders with aid of clever craft. Her expression spoke for the admiration swelling beneath the flesh of thudding breast; the humid spread of attraction right under thin layers of prickling skin.

It was a ravenous affection soon hampered by the unkind wrench of her bowels, and she groaned subtly – quite unable to mask the pain it awakened.

They drew alongside two equines, one of which drew vague recollection from the dappled mare’s preoccupied mind. She smiled thoughtfully in turn to each, feeling only briefly guilt for the sake of her very light work; but it seemed she was slick with almost as much sweat regardless.

Midica <3