In a world full of Centaurs, the constant sound of clomping hooves is enough to drive anyone insane, even the half-horse people themselves. At some point, it becomes background noise- the same as if a human was walking and you could hear their soft steps... but Colt can feel a headache coming on already and the constant clomping of hooves against the floor of the production studio might just send him over the edge.

His stifle, croup, back, loin, gaskin, hooves... you name it, they hurt. He's been doing stunts all day and he can feel the toll it's taking on his body, though he keeps his complaints to a minimum. It's not like complaining will do much good anyway. Besides, a stallion such as himself shouldn't be complaining anyway... doesn't mean it doesn't hurt any less.

But... working as a stuntman isn't all that bad, he's come to realize. If he hadn't followed his dream to work on movies- on the stunts... he never could have met you. His perfect dam. His mare. You're the assistant on set for most of the movies he works on around the studio, and any free time he has, he spends staring at you. He's been with you for years now- mated you and everything. And... your body is round with his foal.

He watches you, feeling his headache and soreness melt away just at the sight of you. You're restocking the snack table, your adorable face scrunched up as. you figured out how to lay out all the snacks. God. He could stare at you for hours. But he much rather talk to you.