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Raiden had tucked the plain brown box under his arm and walked out, Nailen seeing him off. He had no way to be sure if the helmet's program had worked on his gym buddy, at least not until the morning. If Raiden showed up, everything would be perfect. Nailen waved as the unsuspecting horse passed back through the base's gate and headed home. What was he to do the rest of the day now? The next stage would have to be prepared, something that would not take too long. Nailen had grown to like Raiden over the past few months. This would just be a way to get the two of them closer and spend more time together. Will it be an exciting next few days? Absolutely. Was it ethical? Probably not. Legal? Definitely not. He quickly went back into the barracks, getting some items ready to go for the next day. He could only imagine what Raiden was going through.

**

Raiden, for his part, returned home, his head feeling dizzy at times. Thoughts of the jet he'd been in randomly popped into his head. And how good Nailen had looked in his uniform. It was the first time he's seen the stallion all dressed up like that. He looked good, damn good in it. The box, though, now had his attention. He set it down on the kitchen counter and flipped the lid open. What greeted him was a pair of brown combat boots just like Nailen had worn.

Raiden: "What on earth do I need these for? He knows I have a pair of jogging shoes." *[i]Picks one up, looking it over, turning it around and around in his hand.[/i]*

They were his size and everything. Yet a thought tickled the back of his brain to give them a try. It couldn't hurt after all. Taking the other out, underneath he found a pair of tall brown socks that would go perfectly with the boots. It was the whole ensemble for his feet. Taking everything, he carried it all over to the couch and set them down on the floor before flopping down himself. Taking one in hand, he reached in and pulled the large wad of paper out from the inside, repeating the process for the other. They absolutely were brand new, even having the new shoe smell to them. The socks slid on easily, as did the boots. To say it was a perfect fit was an understatement.

Raiden: "It's like they were meant for me or something." *[i]Flexes his feet inside, admiring how the outside moved with him.[/i]*

The urge to lace them up swept up in his mind, which he happily obliged to act upon. How he knew to tuck the loops on the inside after tying them up confused him slightly, yet he knew it was the right thing to do with them. Finally, he got up and jumped around first, then took a short walk around his apartment. The longer he had them on, the better and more comfortable he felt, though his flare was poking out of his sheath just enough to catch his attention. Why was he getting that reaction? Maybe it was time to take them off... but no, if he was going to jog in the morning, he should wear them all day to break them in.

**

Morning. Very much morning. The sun was barely casting its orange glow on the eastern sky when Raiden awoke. Normally, he'd still be sleeping since it was still the weekend, yet awake he was. Giving a yawn, he got out of bed and headed to his closet to get his standard workout attire: some skimpy orange shorts and a yellow hooded crop top.

Raiden: "Can't forget my combat boots." *[i]Pauses, thinking about why he needed them, shrugging it off[/i]*

Quickly he got the socks back on along with the boots, though a wave of light pleasure coursed through him once they were laced up and he was back on his feet. The orange in the sky was getting brighter now. He'd be late meeting Nailen at the base if he didn't leave now. A part of him badly wanted to be there on time, though this too he wasn't sure why.

**

Nailen was leaning against the entrance gate, patiently waiting to see if the programming from yesterday had done its job. It was almost 6am before he saw his gym buddy coming up the street waving to him. A grin crossed his muzzle as he waved back; everything would be perfect now.

Nailen: "You made it! You ready to go?" *[i]Pats Raiden on the back when he got next to him[/i]*

Raiden: "I did. I feel like I have a lot of energy this morning." *[i]Taps the toe of his right boot on the concrete, fidgeting[/i]*

Nailen: "Good, good. Let's go for 30 and see how we feel." *[i]Motions for Raiden to follow him back onto the base grounds[/i]*

**

Nailen's tags softly chittered as the two ran around the buildings. The conversation had been light, which helped Raiden get into his groove. He'd never thought he'd be doing a jog on a military base ever in his life. At least his boots were getting a thorough break-in; it really was helping them to be even more comfortable on his feet. Both of them were sweating now in the early morning sun, having gone past their initial 30 minutes without realizing. Nailen piped up.

Nailen: "Hey, you really need to have better pants for these runs." *[i]Coyly comments to Raiden about his choice of booty shorts[/i]*

Raiden: "I do?" *[i]Looks over at Nailen, suddenly embarrassed by his choice of attire[/i]*

Nailen: "Yeah, let's go to the barracks quick." *[i]Turns towards the building almost in a run, excited for what is about to happen[/i]*

Nailen led the unsuspecting horse into the changing area, offering him a seat on one of the many benches inside. The prep he'd done yesterday was coming to fruition as Nailen went over to one of the lockers and pulled out a pair of camo pants. He turned and brought them over, holding them up so that Raiden could get a good look.

Nailen: "Here they are. You can try my spare camo pants." *[i]Gives them a little shake like a matador taunting a bull[/i]*

Raiden: "Okay." *[i]Starts to feel lightheaded again, hands moving down to his boots on autopilot to take them off[/i]*

Raiden didn't protest; something felt right about Nailen's suggestion. He was on base after all, and that was no place for booty shorts. Once the boots were off, he grabbed the pants, their canvas-y texture brushing against his palms. He worked his feet through, the green-covered appendages popping out. Nailen had come up behind him as he was working them up on his legs.

Nailen: "Need a hand, soldier?" *[i]Presses his slightly bulging pants against Raiden's ass[/i]*

Raiden: "... Please, sir!" *[i]Barks in reply, feeling the lieutenant's hands next to his on the pants lifting in unison[/i]*

Nailen: "Good, good." *[i]Grinds against the horse more, smirking at his old gym friend[/i]*

They both pulled the pants all the way up before Nailen reached around Raiden's front side, buttoning them up over the horse's package. Raiden leaned back against the soldier horse's chest, letting him do the work, letting out a little snort when his hand gave his now camo-covered bulge a squeeze. The pair stayed in close quarters for a couple of minutes, Nailen's warm breath on the back of the changing horse's neck. The pants felt just as right to have on; it was the same sensation as when Raiden had donned the boots for the first time the day prior. A good soldier needs to be properly attired while on base, he thought.

Nailen: "Get your boots back on." *[i]Whispers into Raiden's ear, giving one last squeeze of his bulging camo pants[/i]*

Raiden: "Hnnngh. Yes sir." *[i]Stumbles over to the bench in a haze and sits down[/i]*

The dazed horse grabbed his combat boots, slipping his feet back inside. Their warmth greeted his feet welcomingly, the insoles already starting to take the imprint of them. His hands seemed to know exactly what to do as he folded the bottom hem of the pants so they were snug against his calf before lacing the boot up tightly. The second went on in a similar fashion before the excess laces were tucked in on the backside of the tongues. Raiden finally stood up, looking at Nailen, whose smirk hadn't fallen off his muzzle since he'd first brought the pants out.

Nailen: "That's much better, don't you think?" *[i]Emphasizes it as more of a command than a question[/i]*

Raiden: "Yea, it's much better..." *[i]Bulge throbs through the pants visibly[/i]*

The dazed horse just stood there for a while longer, the rush slowly fading and his head clearing. Where had his orange shorts gone? was his first thought when he snapped out of it. Though his worry quickly pivoted to the realization that his lower half was clad in camo. And why shouldn't he be in some camo pants? He was on base with his gym buddy. The least he could do was be supportive and fit in more. They also seemed to relax him more at the thought of blending in, even if his yellow crop tank didn't exactly fit the tone. He could always take them off soon when he would head back home. Their jog was done so he could switch back to something else soon enough.

Nailen: "You might as well hang out here the rest of the day. I could use some help." *[i]Breaks Raiden's thought process to reinforce keeping him on base longer[/i]*

Art by torrosketch.

With horsey-boy.

A short comic commission by Torrosketch for Nova Aetherium.