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Patreon Compilation – Fic#117 – McCree/Hanzo – werehorse/shifter!Jesse; World building; past abuse – Holding The Reins
🕑 Added 2021-02-24 06:49:21 +0000 UTCThis is the first part of a three parter! Jesse is a werehorse/shifter that has fallen on bad luck getting caught and injured and being stuck in his horse form where he is used as a rodeo horse and being pretty feral. Hanzo takes a liking to him, though...
This is the 1st part of a 4 part series.
Part 1 (this part)
Part 2 (Patreon Link)
Part 3 (Patreon Link)
Part 4 (Patreon Link)
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As the rancher points out various of his horses, explaining their mellow temperament and overall gentle disposition, Hanzo keeps staring at one beast in particular. He lifts his hand to shut his companion up who immediately falls silent, throwing a nervous glance to the bodyguards behind Hanzo in fear he has said something to unwittingly insult his foreign customer.
“This one over there. Is it a gelding?”
The rancher follows his gaze fixated on a horse next to a gaggle of small mares. It looks large and bulky, but not quite so enough to make it seem like a draft horse.
“Ah… King. No, he is a stud, sir – quite literally, sometimes. A very diligent breeder usually, but not something I would recommend for leisure purposes as you have indicated.”
Hanzo hums thoughtfully. “What breed is he?”
Here, the rancher becomes curiously cagey. He clears his throat, and stuffs his hands into his pockets. “We are not completely sure. A cross breed. Nothing worth a gentleman of your standard, I assure you.”
Hanzo stares back at this King. He enjoys the multicolored coat of the beast; large white and brown spots alternating on its body as it keeps grazing as peacefully as the other horses. Its mane is long and just shy of filthy, the long strands nearly reaching the large, soft nostrils, making Hanzo wonder if it can even see anything.
“I would like to get a closer look. Lead him here.”
“But-”
The rancher quickly stops himself, once again throwing a nervous glance to Hanzo’s bodyguards who have not moved a muscle.
“Yes. Yes, of course. Just a moment, please.”
.o.
Hanzo had stood back, watching the rancher put a headcollar onto the animal. The man’s body language is tense as if he is a bit afraid of King himself. The stud is patient enough, not putting up much of a fuss as he is collared and lead toward the entrance of the paddock – until about the halfway mark at which point he throws his head so abruptly that even Hanzo has to work to keep a wince from his face.
It doesn’t seem like the handler’s arm has been dislocated, but that had to be a product of sheer luck. His face is pale and shining with sweat by the time he is at the gate.
“There he is,” he says with a pressed voice. Hanzo nods, thoughtfully looking the huge beast up and down.
“He is not bred and born in captivity, I take it?”
The rancher leads King around and knots the lead to the upper rung of the paddock’s fence. He then steps back and rubs his shoulder; his pale complexion looks more cheesy by the second; like he is about to keel over from the pain radiating from his arm.
“Ah… you- you have a good eye, sir. No, he’s got caught in the nearby woods a few years back. Used ‘im for rodeo until the guys got too scared of him. Only pull him out for it every now and then these days.”
Hanzo nods thoughtfully, turning his attention back to the horse.
“You may leave me alone for now,” he says calmly. “I will inspect the animal myself. You should rest.”
He glances to the rancher at the last, looking him up and down. There’s not much of a fight coming from him. He nods and gestures vaguely to the barn behind him.
“I’ll just be… I’ll just be over there…” He makes his way unsteadily toward the entrance and sinks down on a bucket that is standing there.
Hanzo turns his attention back to King who has been eying him through the curtain of his long fringe with one large, brown eye.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs, gaze wandering across the beast’s body now that he has him up close. The piebald fur is fine and sleek, showing off the muscles underneath. “Truly astonishing.”
“Sir,” one of his guards says quietly while Hanzo takes a step closer, fingers lightly brushing along the stud’s flank and down his hind leg, eyes alight on how massive his hoofs are. “I do not suppose your father thought of a draft horse when allowing you to-”
Hanzo turns sharply, throwing him a glare that has the guard shutting up abruptly and lowering his head.
He stares at him a second longer before turning back to the horse and straightening his back. King has his neck turned as much as possible, still looking at him. He can’t sense any animosity from the stud.
Sticking his hand into his pocket, he procures a few treats he had purchased on a market back home. They are just as pristine looking now as they had back then. He offers them to King on the flat of his palm, his heart starting to beat faster when the horse turns his attention to them and exhales his warm breath against the inside of Hanzo’s wrist.
His adrenaline spikes, the hair on the back of his neck standing on end. All King does is to gently pluck the treats out of his palm with his large, soft lips.
Hanzo slowly moves around him. Despite the show of cheek that the stud had given earlier, he now stands still and relaxed, letting Hanzo inspect the various scars half-hidden beneath his fine fur.
He’s made up his mind by the end of his round around the horse. The gaze he throws toward his bodyguards is unmistakable. Their shoulders sink minimally but they dutifully walk over to the rancher to start negotiating with him.
Hanzo looks back at King, carefully brushing his palm over the back of his nose.
“You will make a fine warhorse,” he tells him quietly. King’s ears flick.
By the time he is getting led into the transporter by Hanzo, he has already figured out how to try and stuff his big nose into his new owner’s pocket to beg for more treats. The rancher looks part relieved about the whole development, part confused.
‘“I don’t understand… he’s been a pain in the ass since we caught him back then.”
Hanzo ignores him, though he is very pleased with that.
.o.
Life as a breeding stud hadn’t been too bad, really, but Jesse prefers what he has got going now: living with an exceptionally wealthy human that’s not hard on the eyes; no, not hard on the eyes at all.
And one who adores him, no less. He can spend his day on a juicy patch of grass, surrounded by a couple well-bred mares and get his coat shined by the princeling that had purchased him from this godforsaken farm.
Now… if only he could finally gather the strength to turn back into a human himself. He could show the pretty boy just how thankful he is to him for getting him out of there…
That the little prince – Hanzo – is interested in him is no secret. At least to Jesse. Being mistaken as an ordinary horse has his upsides – like his new owner not having any qualms about speaking his mind when he is with him...
“A rodeo horse… tsk. How barbaric…”
Jesse can still remember quite well that first day he spent with his new owner. Standing in a fancy stable and getting brushed very thoroughly by the young man.
“After all, it is such a waste to…” Hanzo had trailed off, making him listen up from the doze he had slipped into, hear twisting toward his back-
And then he had felt it: the fleeting touch of fingertips brushing against his sheath, causing him to flinch despite himself, one hoof thumping onto the ground. The fingers had left as quickly as they had come, but turning his head around, he had been able to see how flushed his owner had become.
It would be so easy to write it off as a fluke… but Jesse’s interest had been piqued, and Hanzo really is a pretty little morsel, ain’t he? Fucking the mares is all well and good, but Jesse’s a human, too, and he’s got other needs as well.
Like wanting to get into the pants of the prissy young man that just happens to prefer brawny horses over the dainty thoroughbreds he has at home.
There is no rush, of course. Jesse has been trapped inside this form for years now. A few more months won’t kill him at this rate – especially when he can spend them nudging his nose against Hanzo’s crotch at every opportunity and watch him flush a delicious shade of red as he tries to rationalize that of course a horse wouldn’t know what it is doing.
This isn’t so bad. After having changed into a horse just to escape the bounty hunters that had been after him, getting hunted and subsequently caught by humans, and getting injured in the process bad enough to be stuck in this form…
Being tended to by a perverted young man is like a dream come true. No, for the first time since Jesse’s life had taken a distinct nosedive, he is no longer biding his time until he finally recovers enough to change back into a human.
Comments
Cyberrat
yisss!! it'll be a few weeks until it is posted, but there'll be a second part, yes!
Horseteeth
Oh my goodness there's a second part🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺💖💖💖💖💖💖 I'm so excited!!!!
Muchymozzarella
Yeyeyeyeyeheheyehe
Cyberrat
There will be a second part!!!
Muchymozzarella
Oh my godddd I hope this has a continuation someone requests because I'm living for it
