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Soon though things were changing. I was being driven back to the O'Brien residence with Aden's dad and Aden. Aden's dad, Lucas, kept going on about law and order and the importance thereof. He droned on. I got tired. By the time we pulled into the driveway it was all I could do to be polite. Boy was I wrong about having a calm weekend.

**

Aden's dad pulled into the driveway. We all got out of the cruiser and stepped into the entryway to the modest house.

"Well, Dex, it was good to meet a friend of Aden's."

He huffed a little. "I guess we'll see you around?"

I nodded slightly.

"Want a beer son?"

I heard it. The dreaded intake of breath from Aden. I waited to see what his response would be.

"Fuck, Dad, I told you, no. I have detention tomorrow."

I finally turned around. Aden's dad was beginning to fume. The fires were lit and stoked.

"What the fuck son?" Both lazily strode into the house. Thank God!

I saw the fear in Aden. Sure he had faced this many times, but not with a friend over. Not me. Whatever his reaction would be It would not be good.

I steeled myself

Oh fuck Dex. This is way beyond Jake. This beyond anything you had planned. Just stick with it. You have Aden here. Stick with it!

I stamped my foot hard on the floor and advanced on Aden's old man.

He stumbled a few good steps backwards.

"Fuck you sir!"

He gasped in astonishment but took another step back.

"You heard me, I said fuck you. Who gives their fucking under 21 son beer? You're a cop for fucks sake. If you're such a crooked cop arrest yourself, pig!"

I spat on the floor.

I almost regretted the words. Not really. You've seen me say that before.

The old stud stood up straight. It wasn't Aden or Jake I faced this time. It was a much older, and wizened old stud. Aden had towered over me, but his dad towered over him. I watched amazed as Aden snapped at his dad's face over and over. He spate some pretty hatefull words. His dad kept backing up. At once point Aden even clamped down on Lucas's snout with his blunt teeth in a sign of dominance.

I touched his arm lightly.

"My turn."

I stepped up.

"What the fuck?. Your wife dies. I get it, it's hard. You have a son to raise, but you do fucking nothing you worthless equine bum?"

He fell to the ground at this. He had started to back up entirely embarrassed by the prospect of me challenging him in his own home.

He was on his back. He looked at me very confused.

Up a notch Dex...time to trot....

I sneered at him.

"Who do you think it was that recognized your degenerate colt was a totally useless jerk? Who do you think it was that cornered him in a shed? Who do you think it was that slipped his own feral horses bridle over his head to teach that damned stubborn ass of a colt who he was?"

I leaned down.

I thumbed him in the chest staring into his eyes.

"Me." I huffed into his face.

**

Ok, turned on here. It's so wrong. I mean, I've seen Dex like this with me. I heard from the a few friends about Jake, but this!? He's dominating my dad? I am way way conflicted. I'm going to stand here in a corner and look at dust for a while....

**

The huge old stud breathed for his nose for a second taking me in.

"You young colt...fuck you..."

He tried to get up.

I stomped down.

Yah. There. It's not nice. I'm not describing it. You get the picture. It wasn't a solid hit though.

He whimpered for a second.

"Listen to me Officer O'Brien. You better shape up. You're lazy, fat, and have no confidence. You remind me of one of my colts....here.

I shoved the phone in his face. The image of Jake stood out on the constant replay I had set up last night.

"Yah, he's young, virile, fit, hung, and in his prime. Like you he's also scared shirtless, and has no fucking clue what to do...."

I stood there. I was almost quaking. I watched the older equine for a second.

"Want to rise to the challenge old man?"

**

Fuck this kid....but...I mean....that other colt....it looked like......yah....Francis....Never you mind!....Ok.....He may have a point. I'm getting on, I haven't been the best father. What do I do?

I already know the answer though...

**

I turned to Aden and whispered the words.

He glared at me for a second, I glared back. I was not to be denied. Suddenly Aden strode off after giving me a nod.

Now I said I went with my pack this morning to the police station with little in it.. That doesn't mean I didn't ask for Aden to pick up a few things just in case. I knew he had them in his closet. Deep in there under his old stuffed animals.

He came back in short order with a small cloth bag.

I smiled wanly as I took it for him. I whispered to him.

"This is for you Aden, and for him. Never forget that. Do you trust me?"

He nodded.

"Even if I have to...um......"

His eyes widened.

"Um, if you have to....can I leave?"

I stared into those almost black eyes.

"Only if you let me."

He nodded once.

**

What did Dex asked of me? I know. I fucking know ok. He may have to...well...do something with my dad to get a point across. It worked for me. It may work for him. Fuck. Am I happy? No. Do I trust him.....

yes...fucking yes.....he's so much more than me. He's my leader...my stallion....but he's a fucking human too. He needs to be careful. If he can help my dad though, it's worth it. I love the old stud, but still, he has a lot to answer for. I won't be far. Maybe the next room. Yeah. I'll stick my fingers in my ear and yell loudly. That'll do it.

Fuck you....what would you do?

Ywah, I thought so.You have no answer too!

**

I watched as Aden walked up the stairs to his bedroom and I heard the door close. I heard the faint sounds of music.

I turned to Mr. O'Brien.

"Who are you stud?"

He spluttered for a second. He was just like his son. He was going to try to get up.

Digitigrade legs in a hallway, while someone is standing between your legs and threatening? Um....can you say turtle on it's back?

I kicked. No not his huge sack that bulged in his slacks in front of me, but on his side.

The light muscular spasm caused his leg to shift and he lost balance. Just like his son. Over and over this went. I kept asking him the same question "Who are you stud."

Finally I got an answer....

"Fuck you...Aden's father!" There were sobs at the end.

Lucas laid still. His massive bulk laid on the floor. He breathed huge breaths sobbing. I leaned down.

I touched his chin with one finger.

"And?"

His equine brown (not black like his son's) eyes locked on mine. There were no secrets here. I knew from my studies. His posture, his ears, everything spoke it.

He was mine.

"And I fucked up....oh fuck....I fucked up."

"Tell me stud. How did you fuck up?"

The poor guy poured his guts out. The story wasn't long, but he did reminisce and ramble a lot.

In the end It went like this:

Aden was 9 or 10. His mother got sick. Until then they had been the model family. Aden had clung to his mom, Lucas had brought in the money. Then she was sick. It was quick, thank goodness, but she passed. It was too quick, too sudden. Old Lucas had loved the mare for all his heart.

After that he had his job and his son, but he had no direction. He was no real leader. Soon he found his willful son yelling at him. He'd give in. It was easy right? After a few years it became habit. Porn? Sure. Beer? Sure. Girls over? Sure....

Then Lucas went dead inside. He stopped caring.

Until he saw the bridle. It had upset him. It pissed him off. Badly. No one was going to make a mare of HIS son.

My swift punch connected with his chin right after he said it. I was a lot smaller, but it still must have hurt.

"Fuck you Lucas, this isn't about him right now. It's about you. Who cares who he loves, or what he does?"

Lucas looked at me with heavy eyes. He almost looked glad.

"What....what should I do?"

I stood up.

Oh hell. Three? Two colts and and old almost ready to retire stud. Fuck. He's older. I can't just give him confidence....hrm.....or can I?

I stared at the older stud. He was handsome, if a bit careworn. He was still in his uniform. His mane was a lot longer than his son's as was his tail. I probably wouldn't have to go too far here.

"Stay...here....on the floor, don't move got it?"

I ordered him. I stood there until he nodded. It took a minute for me to believe him. His body posture was anything but submissive. I ran to the hallway bathroom. I found what I should have in an equine home. A course comb, a few sprays, and some cologne.

I returned. He was staring blankly at the ceiling. When I enterd he looked at me with his soulful eyes.

Ok....this isn't Aden, this isn't Jake. Remember what you read about older stallions. This is Lucas. Lucas O'Brian. Police Officer.

I stood over him with a few things behind my back.

"Get up stud."

He looked at me for a second, then he did a painful situp. He was soon standing in front of me.

Fuck me, he could crush me......easy Dex....go with it.

I stared into his eyes for a second.

"Sit in a chair...any....aa...ah! Not the recliner."

He had headed into the den, but changed his mind and headed into the kitchen. I found a small table there. He sat at one of the chairs.

"Scoot around, this going to take some time."

The huge equine complied. His ears were back.

Fuck, one stud, one colt, both with self esteem issues? And another who thinks he's God? I think this one is going to be a lot easier. Hell....how big is this herd going to get?

I sighed though. The poor guy needed, and craved attention. I had read it was a tradition among the fur equines to curry, comb, and braid each others manes. Aden did his own. He probably remembered his mother doing it.

Jake? He probably had a maid or nanny do it until he was "too old."

Old Luc? Who knew. I'd find out though.

The chair groaned underneath him. He sat. He was nervous.

"Shirt off stud."

he looked sorely confused, but complied since he had been given an order.

How high could he have gone in the force with the right confidence?

I wondered at that. The answer was a lot higher than he had.

I shoved the thought aside. I had a job to do.

Luc pulled off his shirt. I admired the sight. He wasn't young, but he was very masculine. If Aden even came close in his time he'd be a prime piece.

I didn't say anything. I began curying his mane first. Long slow strokes. The only sound I made were soft clicks with my tongue. It wasn't familiar to me, but I'd read about it. Some old language of the equine furs.

He slowly closed his eyes. He began to lean into the strokes.

"Emily used to do this for me."

"Oh?" I made it non committal statement.

"Yes....my wife...."

What the hell? People have to tell me things...like this? Ah well....

Still I remembered my equine and kept on. Keep him relaxed. Keep his mind off his problems. Take care of that at the end.

Soon I was getting the story. He and Emily had married young. They'd had Aden. Around the time Aden was about 9 or 10 she died of an unknown illness. He started to slip then. He slowly gave up. There was nothing left. Just his job and honor.

Finished with the first set I rubbed the cream unto his pelt. It was another shining agent I had found in the bathroom. The tube was old. Probably from before Emily. I hoped it would work.

**

I found myself relaxing. Fuck. First relaxing moment in years. This damned human though. What the hell? He's dominated my son, my son back talks to me, I get attacked....now...?

Now I feel right. Someone is taking care of me. I was never the leader or a stallion. Oh sure I was stud. I still am. Big difference. One is a leader, the other is a breeder.

Oh right.

**

Soon the grooming wound down. I had the whole story. Since Aden's mom had died, Luc had given up. He'd drifted to the day-to-day. He was royally pissed at his son for being an ass, and for wearing a bridal.

I sighed.

Time to be a little rough.

"And to think you put that fucking 'Golden Boy' shit on him...."

He snorted.

He wasn't thinking. Thank God I had my new bag. I had a feeling this might happen when I was here. Forewarned is forearmed. Something like that.

I poked around and reached into my bag. My heart sunk at this. I slipped the brass knuckles on. I was about to take the law into my own hands.

My fist connected sharply with his snout. His head turned. I saw the rage, but instead of going physical I went mental.

I quickly grabbed his snout and held it shut and glared into his eyes. It took all my weight to keep his head still. In fact my legs left the floor for a second as he twisted.

"It....is....not....your....fault!"

He stopped. He slowly relaxed.

I released his muzzle.

I quickly reached into the bag and pulled the bundle out. The black leather would blend in with his dark fur. I smiled. No bit though. He didn't need one.

"What?

"Who the fuck cares what your son wears, what happened to you. It's sad, I know. We all have sad stories Luc. What are you going to do....don't tell me some tripe about the force either, there are more important things...."

Like his son, his face was a study. I watched him. He looked around wildly. Finally he seemed to settle on a thought and stared at me.

I have to admit. The old stud was much craftier than his son, and had a lot more experience.

He grinned shyly.

"Listen to you for one, for starters."

I glared for a second then gave him a grin.

I leaned down and gave him a hug.

As I did so I quickly slipped the bridle over his head. He was startled for a second but gave in. It shone against his fur. One long lazy black rein lounged down. I smiled at the rivet work that made up the lettering up to each ear.

"Time for you to see what you look like."

He hauled his frame up and strode after me. He was very confident in his walk. There would be little training with this one.

We walked past what I assumed to be his Aden's bedroom door. There was a full length mirror on each closet door in Luc's room. I closed the door. He turned to look.

He stared. It had obviously been a long time since he had taken care of himself. Even the state of the room spoke volumes on that. His wife's closet was closed, clean, while his was dirty. The bed was mess.

While he stared at himself I peeked inside his wife's closet. All the clothes were still there.

Not good.

The old stud stared at himself for a few minutes. It didn't take long though. He straightened up.

He turned to look at the bridle lettering.

"DAD"

His eyes teared up heavily.

I walked over to him and stood in front of him staring up at him. His bedroom was dark....

"What did you learn?"

"I've been in hiding from the truth too long heard leader, my son's stallion. I can see I was very wrong about you. You have the herd in your mind, in your heart. I will not oppose you. In fact....I submit to you as leader. I've been in hiding from what is in front of me for too long."

Here he stepped forward. He cupped my cheek.

I swallowed I was now way out of my depth.

"Thank you. Thank you so much."

He leaned down and kissed me......not dominantly either. I found myself melting against him. I could feel the heat in his bulging groin and his passion in my lips. It took only a few seconds, but it was enough. He needed no more.

I stood there, breathless for a second while I composed myself.

I nodded once to him. I was ready for this.

"Get some new clothes, clean this place up, and go to the gym, with your son whenever you can...you are one hot equine and can be a lot hotter if your tried my stud.".

I walked up to him again and laid one human hand on his huge chest. I could feel his heart beat calmly.

"Take care of yourself old stud....for your son?"

He nodded and smiled at me.

I turned to leave. I stopped at Aden's door. I knocked three times. He opened the door. I could tell he was taking in my scent. He looked confused, then relieved. I gave him a huge hug and whispered in his ear.

"Tomorrow, after detention, you know where."