Dean's humored laugh rings out about the stable as he steps into Lobster. The bay lets out a snort and lowers his head, nipping the silver buckskin playfully. Then they fell silent. Dean lowers his head, gazes locking.
"Mrooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..." interrupts a cow. They jolt away from eachother as the cow's voice echoes through the wood. Both horses blush horsily under their layers of hair. Suddenly, Dean trips into the bay. Lobster doesn't move away; instead, he simply turns his head and winks ever-so-slightly at Dean, making the youngin' stare dumbly back. Lobster gave a small buck to bring him back. "Oi, uh.. excuse me, surry..." he murmured quickly. The bay nips his flank and moves his dark tail aside, revealing the portal to... somewhere special... just for his lovely Dean. Dean lets out a knowing horse-like purr and, as he excites, his wee-wee slips on out. Lobby sniffs it for a moment, revealing his diamond sword also. Breathing deeply, Dean shoves the bay against the wall, on his chest. Lobster lifts his head and bites his lip, yet does not struggle. The silver buckskin prances, swishing his thick tail. Then he rose, rearing boldly, and planting his front half on the bay.
"Dean? Dean, what are you doing...?" Lobster questions. Dean glances down, resting on his back. "The thing, mah beloved. THA THANG." The horse thrust into him with a squishy, like a squeezed rubber ducky. Lobster gasps and plants his hooves into the dirt below. The cow observes with a blank stare.
They bounce-a-lounce, Lobster smiling grimly with his head down. Dean guiltily holds open his mouth. Lobster opens once-closed eyes and meets Dean's gaze. "Bite me." He barks. Dean blinks for a moment, getting the message through his mind. His potato-blonde forelock swishes over his princess eyes as he stretches his neck to nip a grip on the dark mane of Lobster. Lobby gives a satisfied snort and lowers his head, clenching his teeth. Then, they splash into the world. The liquid splashes to the dirt. As Dean backs out, his ballies squeak. "Splishity-splasshhhhh," the cow comments in a very deep moo, you know, like that one black man. Dean throws him a glare, sending the cow off with a shrug. Lobby swishes about, lightly slapping the buckskin's chest with his tail. Dean lowers his head in satisfaction and squeaks.
Lobster glances to the left, where a few opened buckets of paint lay. He keeps his head low, gaze on Dean as he sneaks over to the buckets. He sniffs them open, getting tidbits of paint on his muzzle. With a twitch, he turns and ends up slapping the tip of his tail in each. "Oops.." he grunts, low enough so Dean misses. Quickly, Lobby leaps forward. Dean fires his head up, mouth agape. The bay spirals, tail whipping the golden coat. With a sing-song laugh he remarks,"Dean, you're a painted whore!"
