3rd Person Protagonist POV

As the day approaches noon, Zeus and his old friend Ford walked along the cobblestone path down Horseshoe Avenue. Zeus was a tall, stout mustang with a golden brown coat. He walked with confidence in every step. Walking along those confident footsteps was Ford, Zeus's childhood friend. The two young and energetic mustangs were heading towards the Black Stallion Raceway where the annual town race was being held. This is the first time the two were participating in the annual race now that they are old enough but Zeus is already claiming first place.

"You know Ford, now that we're old enough to race, there's basically no competition anymore! I've been working out at 25 Hour Fitness every single day for three months straight! My accentuated calves are too toned to lose to any of these non-muscular geezers that we're racing against!" Zeus let out a confident snarl as they approached closer to the arena. "I've been waiting for this moment all my life! As a swole pony, I've always dreamt to become just as great as the legendary Dale Earndart, the greatest mustang racer of all time! All I need now is a rider that can handle my swoleness." At that statement, Zeus flexed his muscles on Ford, showing the months of work he had put in to Ford face first. There's nothing as big as Zeus when it comes to his ego. Zeus has always been this over self-confident ball of muscle. Growing up, Zeus had always isolated himself from the young mustangs who don't meet his "standards" to be an acquaintance. Zeus wants nothing but the best for himself which may not always be a bad thing but for Zeus, it has created some conflict with his personality and decisions.

Before Zeus was able to flex on Ford again, Ford butted into Zeus’s gloating. "Its not gonna be that easy though Zeus, you know that. And that's another thing, who are you gonna have as a rider? You haven't even thought about that one yet have you?" Zeus's head shot up and his chest stuck out. Obviously Ford's attempt to faze Zeus's confidence had not worked.

"Actually, I have thought about that Fordy. There's only one rider that I'd allow to ride these muscles and that's the equally muscular human Olav Jensen. Only he and his muscular physique can handle this horsepower. There's no way he'll turn me down once he sees my traps and thighs. I refuse to let anyone else ride me but him." At that, Zeus refused to speak from that point on. As much as Zeus hated to admit it, he was still unsure if Asgard would accept him as a horse. As confident as he may be, Zeus still held doubt in himself no matter how much he flexed. The two continued to trot along the cobblestone silently towards the raceway as the clock struck noon. The race was about to take place.

The two continued into the raceway entering a crowd of humans and horses all around. Ford began to scan around the crowd in search of his rider.

“Where could he be?” Ford said. “He told me he’d be here.” As he was finishing his sentence, he spotted his rider Harris. “Oh there he is. Well, I'll be seeing you at the race. Good luck with Olav." Ford trotted away, leaving Zeus all alone. Zeus continued to walk along the dirt path looking for the viking. As he scanned around the sea of horses and partners, he spotted Olav and his accentuated calves. He shakingly strived over to the area he was standing. As he approached the viking, he fixed himself before he confronted him. Zeus flexed out his body and tapped Zeus on his massive traps. Olav rotated his whole upper body towards Zeus. He looked down on the horse and turned away.

"Excuse me, Olav, sir," Zeus said. The viking turned back towards Zeus. "My name is Zeus. I am pure bred mustang with a 315 squat and a 2.67 40 yard dash and I have become eligible for our towns annual race. I was wondering, Olav sir, knowing you and your muscular physique, if you were looking for a rider. Knowing that no one here is worthy of your time, I was hoping to assume the role of your horse in this year's race for I am in need of a partner." Zeus exhaled with a burden leaving him as well. He felt that he had presented himself well. Olav looked down at him again.

"My friend, you are wrong. For I have already found myself a partner for this race." The viking nudged he's body over to reveal a scrawny horse standing behind him. "This is Harris, my horse." Olav put his giant hand on Zeus's shoulder. "I am sorry my friend but I am in no need of another horse. Sorry." Zeus was shocked to what he just heard. He adjusted his jaw before he addressed the viking.

"Oh I am sorry to hear that. Well I'll be on my way then. Good luck on the race and stay swole." Zeus, trembling in confusion, walked away in disappointment. Zeus was devastated to what just happened. Thinking that he would be the only mustang who would be accepted by Olav, he had not expected a scrawny, brown coated horse to have beat him to the taking. As Zeus was making his way through the crowd, hoping that no one had seen what had just happened, he had bumped into a wandering fellow. The stranger fell to the floor but got up to dust himself off.

“Oh sorr- oh you’re a big one aren’t you?!” Zeus looked up to see who he had bumped into to. It was no one he knew. Average looking guy with black hair.

“Excuse me, sir, I didn’t see you there,” Zeus said.

“Oh no worries. Just a little dirt on myself thats all.” The man analyzed Zeus for a moment. “Well from the looks of it, I’d say you’re participating in today’s race am I wrong? What’s a fine looking horse like you doing all alone? Where’s your rider?” Zeus sighed in anguish for the man had hit a soft spot in him with those questions.

“Well, sir, I unfortunately don’t have a rider. I was intended to have Olav Jensen as my rider but it seems he had already found a horse.” Zeus shunned himself. Reiterating what had happened caused pain in himself.

“Oh well it seems we are both out of luck. You see my horse who I usually compete with has fallen ill. She has the flu and so I couldn’t force you know?” The man looked like he was in an equal amount of disappointment and Zeus saw that. “My name is Clyde by the way.”

“My name is Zeus.” Zeus for some reason continued to conversate with the man. Had Zeus carried on as he normally would, the conversation would’ve ended long ago. It seems that Zeus’s and the man’s sadness connected the two. “Well, I have just become eligible and I’ve always dreamed about racing in this competition. There’s no way I’d sit out. So, Clyde, with that being said, would you be my rider?”