Entranced, Raiden remained nearly motionless while Nailen worked on his mane, sculpting it into a fitting flat top perfectly in line with how a horse's should be for the air force. The lieutenant was rather pleased with himself and his handling of the razor. The sides had been neatly trimmed, as well as the spline along the back of his neck. With the haircut completed, he stashed the razor back into the locker, grabbing a small brush to clean the trimmings up off the nearly completed soldier horse's green shirt. Nailen swept up the piles on the bench and floor and tossed them away, symbolizing the impending transformation of Raiden's old life. Nailen also happened to notice that one of Raiden's boots had come undone, probably from not being completely tied up as tightly as they should have been. He decided that not saying anything would be the best course of action, just to see if the dazed horse would ever even notice.

Nailen: "Well, airmen? You going to sit there all day, or can we get to work?" *Gives a little clap to bring Raiden out of his trance*

Raiden: "Huh? Sorry sir, what was that?" *Shakes head some, looking around at where he's at*

Nailen: "I said let's get to work already!" *Crosses arms, tapping a boot on the floor, waiting somewhat patiently*

Raiden: "Ah, yeah. Don't we need to check the planes out for training later today?" *Sees cover lying on the bench, grabs it, and pulls it onto his head, adjusting ears afterwards*

Raiden got up from the bench, none the wiser about his new hairdo. As far as he was concerned, it had always been that way. Nailen grabbed his blouse and actual cover from his locker before the pair ventured forth out into the beehive activity the base was becoming for the Monday morning. The other airmen they ed by on their way gave their nods of approval to both of them, though, indirectly letting Nailen know they were impressed with his choice for a recruit and how quickly he was coming along. The hangar was how they had left it the day before, save that a couple of the jets had been moved inside for inspection.

Nailen: "All right, Raiden. Let's get to work on my F-15. I want it to be ready to go after lunch." *Picks up a toolbox and es it over*

Raiden: "Don't the techs look it over, though?" *Takes the toolbox anyway and looks at the jet*

Nailen: "They will too. I like to check it over as well. It's a good habit you could get into." *Heads toward the plane, motioning for Raiden to follow*

**

The two of them got to work checking things over. Occasionally, Nailen would look over to make sure Raiden wasn't having any issues, both with the work and the mental state he was in. The little programming session had instilled more into him than Nailen had realized. The new airman would be working on something, then suddenly stop and stare blankly, only to come out a few seconds later seemingly knowing what to do next. The boot that was untied back in the locker room had continued to become even looser the more Raiden maneuvered himself around the plane. Eventually, it came off as Raiden was working himself up off the floor from looking at the back wheel well. He was so focused on his work, he didn't even stop to pick it up and get it back on, instead spending the rest of his time walking around with just a socked foot. Nailen did take a moment to grab it and set it to the side for later; having his personal soldier without his boots later would only be problematic. After a couple of hours, they were nearly done. Nailen made his way over to the partially zoned-out recruit as he was making his way along the starboard side of the aircraft.

Nailen: "Wait here. Got one more thing for you Rai." *Flags down the hyper-focused stallion*

Raiden: "Another one? What is it?" *Turns head to look over at Nailen*

Nailen: "Just close your eyes, Rai." *Scurries off quickly, leaving Raiden alone for a minute*

Soon, Nailen was back. Raiden could hear him approach from behind. Nailen grabbed the toolbox from Raiden's hand and placed it on the floor.

Nailen: "Something for my soldier stallion." *Drapes a camo blouse over Raiden's shoulders in one fluid motion*

Raiden opened his eyes slightly, the blank look reappearing in his gaze. He could feel the coarse fabric rubbing against his neck as Nailen reached around, guiding his slack arms into the sleeves.

Nailen: "Much better now, isn't it, airman?" *Rubs hands up and down the uniformed horse's chest*

Raiden: "Yes... sir..." *Pecs harden up along with abs from Nailen's touch*

Nailen stepped in closer to Raiden, bumping his bulging camo-covered crotch against Raiden's firm ass. The lieutenant's hands copped one last feel of his nearly completed soldier before grasping the top of the blouse and starting to button it up. Raiden couldn't help but quiver each time another button was secured up, causing him to grind back slightly against Nailen's ever-growing package. The hubbub in the hangar had drawn to a quiet din. Most of the other airmen in the area had left the area, either to give Nailen space to finish what he'd started or off to an early lunch. Raiden's cheeks were flushed from the personal attention he was receiving. Only a few buttons were left to go on the blouse.

Nailen: "How's that feel on you Lt. Raiden?" *Presses up hard against Raiden's backside*

Raiden: "So much better Lt. Nailen..." *Pushes back against Nailen, subconsciously wanting more*

The blouse had been specially prepared for the horse over the weekend. His name was on it over his right pec, and lieutenant insignia were on his sleeve and collar. All that was left now for Nailen to do was finish the job.

Art by torrosketch.

With horsey-boy.