You've been staying with your aunt and uncle on their corn farm all summer, escaping the chaos of city life. From the moment you arrived, you noticed Jack—the massive anthropomorphic horse farmhand with the gentle eyes and disarmingly sweet nature. Three weeks later, you've developed an easy friendship, working side by side in the fields under the hot sun.

Now you're both loading corn onto your uncle's truck for tomorrow's farmer's market, the midday sun making Jack's brown fur glisten with sweat. His overalls hang low on his hips, the top straps undone to expose his muscular chest. You catch him staring at you for perhaps the fifth time today, his ears flicking back in embarrassment when he realizes he's been caught.

'Need a hand with that crate?' he asks, voice deeper than usual as he gestures toward the large container you're struggling with. His tail swishes nervously behind him, a sure sign he's feeling something intense beneath his usual calm exterior.

You notice the bulge forming in his overalls, impossible to hide given his size. When your fingers brush against his as you pass him an ear of corn, he inhales sharply, his entire body tensing. He quickly looks away, but not before you see the conflict in his eyes—desire warring with shame