Chariot

Josh made his way towards the barn that belonged to his family, where his ride awaited him. He picked up his pace, eager to get to his nice ride. He made quick time to the barn and quickly opened the barn door. What was clearly visible in the center of the barn was a Roman chariot. Despite his timid and shy nature, he liked the Roman Empire like most white men.

His parents had gotten it for him in the hope that the responsibilities that went with maintaining it would help with his confidence. It didn't, but the joy he got from it more than made up for that failure as far as his parents and brothers were concerned. His parents had even gotten his with spikes on the side of the tires, which takes special permits to get.

He took a moment, giving it a once-over, making sure the tires were in good shape and the frame was holding up well, along with a dozen other little things that had to be cleaned and given basic maintenance to make sure that his fine Roman chariot kept going at top speed. He lost himself in the familiar and routine checks. Luckily everything looked good to go.

So with that done, he went to cells within the barn that held his horses. He found the two horses, Buttercup and Sugar. They were rather fine Jamaican horses that had proven their speed and durability to him on several occasions, more than proving their cost to his family. He first led his horses to their special bowls; he then proceeded to put in their oats, which the two ate with gusto.

He stood between the two horses and gently petted them along their spines to their ass cheeks. He would give each horse a good squeeze at that point, as it was what both liked. Once the two horses were done having their breakfast, he led them by their leashes towards his Roman chariot and began the complicated process of hooking them both up.

He made sure to get the harness in just the way his two horses like it. So it was that the two were squeezed in certain places and loose in others. The two gave happy neighs at his work and due diligence as they had done before. Josh took a moment—one of the rare ones where his shyness wasn't holding him back—to take pride in his work.

Then he realized he needed to get going or risk being late for school. So he quickly grabbed his backpack and riding crop, giving each horse a swift and firm swat on the ass to let them know it was time to go. The two responded to the hit with happy neighs and taking off. So he waved goodbye to his family still at the house as he went by and onto the chariot roads of the town.

He made quick progress, seeing few others using the chariot road this time in the morning. He, of course, gave his horses the hits they wanted with the riding crop. He gave both his horses one last large hit, causing them to give out a high-pitched whinny as they entered the special parking lot for chariots and horses that his school had. He saw few others there, as most were near each other in one part, while he parked alone in another corner.

Once he was stopped, he got out and locked his chariot and pony girls down. He gave the two fine Jamaican ponies bowls filled with oats and plenty of water for later. He then gave both girls gentle pets on their heads. "Goodbye, buttercup and sugar. See you later. Remember to behave," Josh said before finally leaving at a rapid pace to make it to class.

The two pony girls in leather outfits gave a final neigh before lying down to rest. A clean fluid flowing through their legs at their masters' use of them and hoping that the day would go by faster so they could be used by their master faster. Though such a thing rarely happened, a pony girl could hope.

So it was that the shy Josh made his way to the first class of the day, leaving behind two very happy and eager pony girls. What shall the morning hold for this shy but very loved white man? We shall soon find out.