Eclair
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Show Name: Baker's Delightful Confection
Barn Name: Eclair
Color: Silver Sooty Bay Dun Tobiano with Birdcatcher Spots
Gender: stallion
Height: 14 hh
Age: 2 years
Parents: Bon-Bon and Confection
Personality: Bold | Energetic | Independent | Picky
Éclair is a bold stallion who enjoys to try different things and not follow patterns. His mothers love sweets, yet he loves sour and salty things. Much of the time he is quite independent and likes to explore an overgrown path by himself. But, sometimes he does enjoy the company of others. When it comes to food and friends, he is picky. Éclair has lots of specifications when it comes to making friends. When he chooses what to eat, it cannot be sweet. It has to have a bit of saltiness or sourness to it. The list goes on and on. Éclair is an energetic stallion who loves to explore and run about the pasture. When he gets tired, his preferred spot is under the old oak tree.
Favorite flavor: Eclair might have a sweet name, but his tastebuds crave salty and sour things. His favorite food to munch on is pickles. He snacks on them constantly and he prefers them over a sweet apple or sugar cube. As a reward after a good routine, we give him a large, crunchy dill pickle to munch on. Eclair does not really care for sweet things at all. His favorite apples are sour Granny Smith and if they aren't nice and sour, he won't eat it.
Relationship: Eclair doesn’t understand their love for sweets. He loves both of his moms and is a sweet boy. Sometimes he can get feisty and a little bit sassy unlike his moms. Often times he wants to cuddle with his moms and other times he wants to be independent and frolicking through the forest by himself. Bon-Bon joins him most of the time but there are times where he desires silence and seclusion. Eclair loves to roll in the mud and chase chickens. He wishes Confection would do that with him and she tries but her soft nature doesn’t really understand the joy of that. Bon-Bon loves to run through the pasture with Eclair His moms aren’t really rough and tumble and that can annoy him at times when they’re too mushy. At the end of the day, he loves having his moms tuck him in and be there for him. His independent side comes out but knows when he needs his moms’ love and care.
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Mate: Developing a relationship with Lex
Lineage: lineage link
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Story: For so long I had been told by society that love would be an uphill battle being a trans mare. There were very few mares like me and I accepted A challenge and something that was nearly impossible or better yet, impossible. Throughout my youth I had daydreams and hopes of talking to my crushes, but I was heavily warned against doing so for fear of rejection and being ostrasized further. At the ranch, there are constantly new tolters coming and going. Often times I would find myself creating elaborate romances inside of my head instead of paying attention to the daily monotony of everyday life. New stallions arrived just as fast as they left for events and showcases. But none stayed in my heart quite like Eclair did. He was a stallion that intrigued me and I had yet to ever speak one word to him. Being so confident on the outside but so shy and afraid on the inside was conflicting and always made me second guess myself. I saw him as unobtainable and to think that I would ever have a relationship with a straight stallion was only a fantasy. As I was eating in the shared pasture trough, I heard someone approach me, but I didn't pay attention. "What is it like being trans?" I heard a familiar voice ask me. I choked on my food in shock and looked up to see Eclair staring down at me. I lifted my head and looked into his eyes. I stumbled upon my words and turned all shades of red and pink. I replied with "Well that's a pretty broad question. I would say it has been challenging at times. Especially in my youth when others didn't quite understand me. Dating life has been nonexistent because I don't want to scare anyone away. But for the most part, it has been worth it to me and I have found my acceptance and friends." He looked at me with confusion and said "Why would anyone not like you? Nonexistent dating life huh? Well let's change that. How about you and me right now." My heart started beating out of my chest and sweat began to accumulate down my back. I studdered and said "Well okay then. This is all very new to me so no judging." He smiled and we walked to the distant side of the pasture. On this side, there were several oak trees with a view of the neighboring forest. He laid down under one of the oak trees and I laid beside him. "You know I didn't know you were trans until another stallion told me. I was interested in you from the moment I laid eyes on you but didn't know how others and you would perceive me. Growing up with two moms, I wasn't a stranger to the LBGTQ+ community." I smiled and looked deep into his eyes. I said "That's a major relief that I'm not being judged because of being trans. It has been pretty terrifying for me to want to approach stallions romantically. It's been really stressful because I've wanted to approach you but I haven't because I figured it wouldn't end well for me." As we sat there, we discussed life's many topics and it was refreshing to be treated like a regular mare for once.
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Story: Every year I have spent my holidays alone and just with my friends. This year, I want to impress Lex and earn her heart. What would I do and what would she like? I do not even know the first thing about giving a gift. All I know is that I love pickles. I do not even know what she would want. She seems like she has it all? Maybe a nice show bow or something to match her boujee and extravagant personality? Ugh it’s been so hard for me to decide what to get her. What if she completely gets offended by what I give her? It can’t be anything short of perfect for her. I paced around my stall and looked out the window to see her lightly grazing through the foggy and cold pasture. I did not want her to catch me staring at her so I quickly looked away. Frustration and anxiety filled me and I sighed. Nothing I could give to her would be even remotely good enough. Maybe some show bows would be good but she has so many. I mean, she does go to quite a lot of shows so it probably would be a good idea. I walked outside to find one of my friends who has a mate for some gifting advice. I saw Calum and walked up beside him. I gently nudged him and said “Hey Calum, what do I do to impress a girl during Christmas?” I quickly looked down at the ground to hide my blushing cheeks. Thinking about her always makes me a little weak in my knees and blush redder than an apple. He chuckled and said “Well I always just have a feeling that my gift will be great and it always is.” I walked out to the farther pasture where all of my friends were lounging and hanging out. I dipped my head down and took several big gulps of cold and refreshing water. I was just hoping she wasn’t standing next to me right now because all I can think about is whether or not this gift is going to be a complete failure or hopefully a success. I just want her to like me. She is a fun mare to be around and makes my heart all warm and fuzzy. She makes me happy and I genuinely enjoy her presence. This is all so new to me because quite frankly, I have never been good with flirting and showing the right emotions. Catching feelings for a mare is such a conflicting experience because on one end, I really like her and she makes me so happy. But on the other hand, it is so hard because I get so nervous around her and overthink everything I do. I want to make her happy and want to impress her. There is nothing I could want more in this life than to have a reciprocated companionship with a gorgeous mare like Lex. She is something so special and different. Even though this is all so unconventional, I want her to have the best experience ever. I do not want to send the wrong message or offend her. Her feelings are so important to me.
Alright alright let’s get this thing straight. I am crushing hard on Lex and I am going to give her the most extravagant gift ever and am going to effectively convey my feelings for her without making myself look like a complete fool. I walked out to the farther field to my friends and lucky for me, my handler was standing right there. I nudged his ribs and gently nibbled at his jacket. Then, I pulled on his jacket and he laughed. I led him to the tack room and signaled towards the show bows and nodded my head up and down. He started rambling and blurting our words that I had no idea what he was saying. But as soon as he said “new bows” I whinnied and stomped my hooves. He laughed and rambled on some more. I could not understand a word he was saying but hopefully he understood the point that I wanted him to get me more show bows for Lex. For days and days I waited patiently for my handler to come to my stall with the show bows in hand and my impatience and anxieties grew. He finally surprised me one day. We were out on a trail ride, in the middle of a muddy and messy field. It was the meadow that usually is green and lush, but this time of the year it’s messy and gross. He pulled me off to the side of the trail, onto a dry spot and started rambling in his gibberish and once I heard “new show bows” I whinnied in excitement. He hopped off of my back and went to the side. I could feel him messing around with my saddle bags. Finally he walked up in front of me and showed me a vast collection of glittery bows. They shimmered in the light and were opalescent. Their rainbow hues were stunning and just perfect for Lex. I have seen her collection of show bows and I have not seen her have anything like this in her collection. He put them back in my saddle bag and hopped back onto my back. He motioned for me to start going and I walked back onto the trail. I trotted back to the stables as fast as I could without annoying my handler. As soon as we got back to the stables, I immediately scoured the area to make sure Lex was not even remotely close to me so she could not ruin her surprise. I immediately took the bows out of my saddle bags once my handler removed my tack and hid them underneath my blankets. I heard her sultry voice and turned around as fast as I could to act as non-suspicious as I possibly could. My heart was racing and I was in shock. A cold sweat began to run down my body and she looked at me all confused. I tried my best to play it off and she shrugged at me. I walked her out into the pasture, away from her gifts.
As the days rolled by, it became harder and harder to hide my gifts from Lex. She is naturally very noisy and very inquisitive. And I am naturally not a good liar. Never have been and never will be. For about a week, a successfully kept it a secret that I even had a Christmas gift for her. It was a delightfully crisp winter morning and I was excited to see Lex out in the pasture. I had just peeked at her gifts under my blankets in my stall and there they laid safely, unbothered. As I walked in my warm winter blanket, I was blushing as bright as a cherry. I was excited and bubbly. It was so unlike me to be feeling like this. All of my life I had always been so independent and never depended on anyone else for my happiness or emotions. But, since this mare walked on in my life, I have been forever changed. I feel like a new stallion and the jury is still out on whether or not I like this new me. She like always, pounced onto me and scared me with her stealthiness. I accidentally said “Oh sheesh Lex you nearly killed me. Good thing you did not come up on me sooner or else you would have seen your Christmas gifts.” She looked at me with confusion and sass then said “Oh really? A Christmas gift for me? Why the sudden urge to impress me? Do you think you can buy my attention and affection with a mere Christmas gift? Well if it is a good gift, then yes. Yes you can buy my attention and affection because I do love a thoughtful good gift.” I broke into a nervous sweat and started nervously laughing. Oh gosh what have I gotten myself into? For sure my gift will be a failure and I am going to end up single once again this holiday season. From then on out, she kept poking and prodding at me to get details about her Christmas gift. I tried my very best to keep my lips shut as tight as Fort Knox keeps its gold reserves shut. I have not given out any hints or bits about her gift and it has been killing me. It was Christmas morning and I was woken up by Lex pounding on my stall door. She smiled at me and I fumbled to slyly pull her gifts out from under my pile of blankets. I tried so hard to keep my head low as I walked towards her with my gifts for her. She smiled as she inquisitively looked at what I was holding. I pushed open my stall door then gently placed the show bows at her hooves. Lex instantly gasped and her eyes filled with tears. I blushed brighter than Rudolph’s red nose. She said with happy tears in her eyes “Eclair, you did not have to do this for me. I swear you always seem to be one step ahead of me. As if you can read my mind or something. Thank you so much.” The bows glistened in the morning light. We nuzzled each other and enjoyed the rest of our holiday. Suddenly, she whipped out from behind a bush out in the pasture a big box and plopped it out front of me. I opened it and in it was a big jar of pickles. Just my favorite. I smiled and nuzzled her.