•Eraser Tales•(Aizawa)

Spoken submission(51)

"I swear I didn't get anything..."Shota raises his hands up.

"Let me see your phone sleepy head..."

Shota wants to put this to rest so slides his phone across the glass table. Nemuri hums,"Somebody is a tired and blind douche bag."

"What?" Shota grumbles.

Nemuri turns his phone messages to him. "There not even opened, I love ya Aizawa but your an ass sometimes..."

Kayama stands up, dressed in English riding clothes. Aizawa is not sure how the R-rated hero gets in the clothes. She looks hot but damn!

So now the dilemma begins. He never wanted things to go this way. And now that he realizes he dropped the ball, it bothers him even more. Aizawa had planned to ask about the relationship becoming more serious...Fuck.

Shota wanders around, lurking until he's prepared to greet Märta. He sees her head barely above the crowd but becomes concerned as she is leading a beautiful bay horse that is rearing and fighting her. Märta circles the young gelding when he tries to misbehave and never raises her voice above quiet conversation.

~•This Event is Actual and Real. I am sharing one of my personal experiences with one of my horses. At this part I am protraying Märta off of me.•~

The horse and woman enter a solid round pen. The gate closed and to Aizawa's raising concern, Märta let's the horse loose. There isn't one thing on the horse. The bay bucks and shows total disrespect to the woman. Märta spreads her arms to be forty five degrees from her body. Her left hand gestures 'get away' as right hand gestures for the bay horse to move out and around the circle.

The gelding tries to still misbehave until a "Ssssssss...." leaves her mouth. Then in a lower voice she says with authority. "Get up now."

The high spirited gelding looks confused so gallops but keeps trying to close the circle smaller. Märta leans forward with a stomp of her foot. Her eyes staring hard at the gelding's eyes. "Ssssh! Get up now. I tell you when you can stop. Sss! Sss!"

Shota watchs 1200lbs. of horse look away then move away from Märta. She takes a step forward and the gelding moves his body closer to the side of the round pen.

She stands up straight now, hands at forty five degrees, same gestures but uses her voice to give a command, "Trot..."

It takes three laps and four more commands to trot but Märta never raises her voice. Every time the word comes out it the same as the last time she spoke. Now the gelding is moving his ears forward, back and around. The horse's head lowers to a more natural way carrying it's body that is balanced. His eye softens, that faces her and he begins to lick his lips.

Märta knows the young gelding is ready for another command. "Wwalk...Wwalk...Wwalk."

The gelding halts. Märta shakes her head 'no' goes towards the horse but the body language is a cross of human and horse. The gelding trots to the side of the ring.

Märta says the command. "Wwwalk. Wwwalk."

Aizawa hears her drawing the 'w' out. He wonders what the significance is. The gelding this time goes from a trot to a walk. The young horse walks a lap then his shoulder is beginning to turn.

"Wwwalk Wwwalk on..." Märta says in her lower voice but there is no anger to it.

The young horse listens and goes back to circling at a walk that stepping out. He's tossing his head playfully but always watching Märta for a que.

"Whoa!" Märta says fast and loud. Now Shota gets it. Walk and Whoa can be hard to tell a part.

Märta stands still and the gelding catches his breath. Aizawa notices the horse is looking for something from the horse woman. A cue of some kind. Then he sees it. Märta looks the horse in the eyes then turns her body around. The bay gelding trots to her. It's if the young horse can't get to her fast enough but also knows, he will hurt her. As the bay horse licks and chews, he is wanting her undivided attention, which now she gives him. Her arms come around his face. Her fingers scratch the jaw line and behind his ears.