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/NMP/ /Completed/ The man who sired foals: a Fulvius Stellus story
By AppreciationprojectCreated: 2020-12-12 21:31:33
Updated: 2021-03-22 19:27:39
Expiry: Never
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>Fulvius Stellus strode through the grove, empty waterskin in his hand.
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>Usually he wouldn’t be one to go for a water.
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>But some weird minute feeling prompted him to leave his two clients and his slave.
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>And while they were tending to the camp at the roadside of Via Appia, he went to find a stream.
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>Being an experienced survivalist, as much as an ex-legionnaire can be, he quickly found what he wanted.
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>The air betrayed a distinctive smell of humidity. He attuned himself to it and walked to a clearing.
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>There he froze in place, stunned by what he saw.
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>At the clearing, near a small spring, stood the creature, without a doubt, of ethereal origin.
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>A large but still statuesque mare, her mane and tail luxuriously colored in yellow, dark purple and violet.
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>Her coat was of lightest shade of pink, like a blossom of cherry tree.
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>Two feathered wings, like that of Pegasus, folded on her back and her forehead adorned with long and sharp horn.
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>Knowing, that it’s customary for gods or their immortal servants to take a liking of some fantastic creature when manifesting themselves to mortals, he promptly knelt.
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>The mare raised her head from the water she was drinking and smiled at him with almost human smile.
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“Salve, o wondrous mare!” he said, “You surely must be one of the highest ranking messengers of some deity, or even a goddess herself! Please, tell this lowly mortal who you are, so he can honor you in a suitable way.”
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>The mare laughed in a pleasant silvery tone.
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>She unfolded her majestic wings and took a step towards him.
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>”Look at me, my faithful Fulvius!” said the mare, “Look at me and tell yourself, who you think I am.”
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“You must be Venus, from how beautiful you are.” answered Fulvius bowing even lower.
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>The mare smirked.
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>”And why do you think Ve- I took this form to speak with you?”
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>Fulvius was silent, looking at her with hesitation in his eyes.
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>”Come on, Fulvius. Tell out loud, what I clearly see in your heart.”
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“Because, o goddess, this mortal thinks that there is nothing more beautiful in the world, than a mare.” He answered in a quiet voice.
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>The divine mare nodded. Her horn lit up and Fulvius Stellus noticed that his nethers also began to glow.
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>Alarmed, he wanted to jump up.
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>”Do not be afraid!” the deity reassured him, “Tis my gift to you. Return home and continue to love your wife, being faithful to her as you’ve always been.”
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>Said this, the mare turned away. A shimmering ring of light appeared before her and she went into it, leaving the clearing.
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***
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>Twas a beautiful morning.
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>Fulvius Stellus exited his bedroom and descended to the first floor of his villa.
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>He stepped outside, smiled at the clear blue sky and went to a well.
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>There he filled a voluminous wooden bucket with water. Then he went to a barn and fetched an armful of hay, almost half as large as his whole body.
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>Slaves working in the courtyard bowed to their master, but didn’t make any attempt to help him, knowing his preferences well enough.
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>With the bucket in one hand, hugging the hay with other he walked back to the house.
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>He entered the large and spacious room at the first floor.
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>The room’s inhabitant greeted him with a loud happy neigh.
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>It was a chestnut mare, healthy, well groomed, elegant and beautiful.
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>Fulvius lowered his cargo to the ground and approached her.
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>The mare extended her neck towards him and he tenderly hugged her head.
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>She nuzzled his face. They stood for a while inhaling each other’s breath.
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“My beautiful darling…”
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>He whispered with an inexpressible affection and tenderness, almost unbecoming for a Roman warrior.
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>He disengaged from an embrace and presented her the bucket of water.
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>She drunk it in one go and approached the hay pile, which she began to munch on.
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>She was in so pristine condition she didn’t need any brushing whatsoever.
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>But Fulvius Stellus still got her curry comb and stood there, grooming and combing her mane and tail while she was eating.
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>Having done the grooming, he knelt besides her, hugged and tenderly caressed her pregnant belly.
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“The goddess blessed us, my love.”
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>He said, listening to a distinct double heartbeat, sounding from within her.
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