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Post by ---»stephanie on Jan 23, 2006 1:02:06 GMT -5
(lets just say we groomed, cooled down, and put away our horses)
Stephanie entered the beautiful tyke's stall, orbs fixed on him. As their windows met, something burned inside of Stephanie. She quickly glanced away, waiting for Caylee. Her body ached, not knowing why she suddenly looked away, but she did. They were here to train, not to bond. Steph was here to learn from Caylee..not to go goo-goo over her foal.
--gah. I hate the post..oh well..museless.--
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Post by /♥// Caylee / Gusty on Jan 23, 2006 1:07:45 GMT -5
Caylee entered with her, her slender bodice propped against the stall door, watching the already well-muscled filly squeal gently and rush to greet the girl. The filly dipped her head and ran it across Steph's arm, and onto her chest. She smiled, handing her a leather foal halter.
"Now, she's going to struggle with you for the halter, because that's just the way she is - she loves to play with you, and will not very easily let you have your way."
She said gently, slowly.
(i'll play the filly) [/size] |
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Post by ---»stephanie on Jan 23, 2006 1:18:41 GMT -5
(coolness!!)
Stephanie nodded and slowly took the halter from Caylee's hand and grasped it firmly. With a calm expression, Steph moved to the filly's nape, gentally brushing the halter against her serpentine and patting her gentally. She moved it across her bodice and close to her head, hoping the flicka would take it well. She smiled and patted her softly. Stephanie started to hum the song, 'Photograph', every once in a while, stephanie cooed the the femme, hoping to calm her as she attempted to halter her.
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Post by /♥// Caylee / Gusty on Jan 23, 2006 1:23:09 GMT -5
Dark buckskin flicka swayed and spun with a low squeal, tossing her fragile crania to rid of the halter. She faced the wall, and, after a short time, turned back, cones pricked forth with a mischevious little smile. [/size] |
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Post by ---»stephanie on Jan 23, 2006 13:04:53 GMT -5
Stephanie smirked and shook her head at the filly. A smile spread across her lambrums as she took out a sugar cube from her pocket. Brows rose, wondering if the flicka would be tempted by the sweet treat.
The hand with the treats in it moved towards the flicka's maw..if she moved towards it, Steph would move in for the kill...
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Post by /♥// Caylee / Gusty on Jan 23, 2006 16:32:22 GMT -5
Silken maws seperated yearningly, muscled limbs stepping hesitantly beneath her dark buckskin dapples. Dark mug dipped to Stephanie's palm, warm orbs venturing with every crease and wrinkle, every little granule of sugary teeth-rotting goodness in that wee little cube. She snorted a low sigh. Yes, of course the sweet would be worth it - she'd have a dozen other chances that day to give her hell. Pint-sized flint sunk slightly in the blanket of shavings beneath her, inhaling the sugar cube between impatient lips.
Flicka sucked the cube back itno her mouth, enjoying every moist granule that collapsed off of the block and dissenegrated on her bubblegum pink tongue. Heavily muscled boa bobbed and swung in pleasure, a light sheen making her baby-soft nape glint and glitter in the sunlight peering through the stall window, spinning a web of warmth and light onto the yearling. [/size] |
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Post by ---»stephanie on Jan 23, 2006 17:27:04 GMT -5
(nice post! Geez, my post is gunna suck.)
A chill was sent up her spine as a warm plush mug was pressed into Stephanie's smooth palm. A smirk spread across her lambrums as she enjoyed the sugar cube. A hand dove back into a denim pocket, searching for more sugar cubes. Steph pulled out a rather large one and held it out for the flicka to inspect, and then devour.
The cool leather was slipped on the femme's visage in no time, and the buckle was fastened even quicker. A satisfyed smile was placed on the lips of the young girl, she had won that battle..but she knew there would be a hell of alot more.
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Post by /♥// Caylee / Gusty on Jan 23, 2006 18:24:38 GMT -5
(much thanks, i had a surge of muse running through my blood.. your's was great! i'm gonna see if i've still got it...)
Oh no, the thought rushed throug her minde, she's got me wrapped around her little finger for those delectable little goodies... Despite what she may have thought or tried to persuade upon herself, a halter was only a small, small price to pay for her pocketful of sugar cubes, and, with this little filly's intelligance and sly, quick-witted ways, she, too, could have Stephanie wrapped around her little finger.
Plush velvetines dove for her palm, this time without any type of hesitance. She changed her mannerisms quickly, so, she hoped, Stephanie wouldn't catch on to how desperate she was. Petite mug retracted slowly to a nice distance and she lipped it up politely, sucking once more. Blinders fluttered atop her hazelnut gems in a sense of pleasure, a sense of satisfaction, until the chill of the cold, hard metal flap of the halter hit her silken cheek.
A shrill squeal pierced the air, and Caylee shuddered, remebering how many times she had heard it before trying to get Kae haltered. It was buckled before she could react, and not only did this enrage her, it broke her down a little. She hadn't won this battle, but it would only make her tougher. Flints struck out as she kicked and scurried, muscled physique flailing and striking the air violently, almost playfully. Fragile crania was rubbed harshly upon her leg, attempting to coax that damned buckle from its keeper, but there was no budging it.
Visage lifted, she held a slightly defeated expression, nares widened to blow a deep sigh. Yes, Stephanie, enjoy your victory, for there will be a time when she shall win.. a mischevious grin grew on her lovely head, long midnight tassle tossed to and fro irritably. Plush dipped lower, maws seperated to lip and clean Stephanie's arm affectionately. [/size] |
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Post by ---»stephanie on Jan 23, 2006 19:14:03 GMT -5
(nice..)
Despite the terrifying looking creature that struck out before her, Stephanie kept her ground and did not blink until she calmed. One brow rose as the girl stared into the equine's orbs un-mercifully. That magical little hand didn't reach for more sweetness, instead, it patted the mare affectionatly. Stephanie knew that victory would be Mon's sooner or later, and she was ready to handle it..
Next, the hand moved for a thick rope draping on the stall door. Stephanie smirked and moved for the door, almost walking out of the stall. She reached for the firm meconizm that held the door shut, but suddenly froze, wondering what the flicka would do if she tried to leave the stall..Sugarcubes and all..
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Post by /♥// Caylee / Gusty on Jan 24, 2006 17:19:11 GMT -5
Careful limbs touselled the barren shavings as her flints carried her muscled visage gracefully over the ground. She came to an abrupt halt with a small squeal obediently. Why has she stopped, the filly thought, before a wild new observation entered her clever little mind - yes, quite the plan it was. Front quads leaping out of the stall, she struggled to get away from the girl's grasp, but brought herself into an easy jog away from the two. She stepped and tripped on the rope quite a few times, but remained content with her well-planned getaway. Thoughts raced through the young flickas mind.
Brilliant, I am.. nobody can beat me, I'm the cream of the crop, the best, they'll never catch me - I can gallop faster than any of th- oh my goodness, fresh grass! She blurted excitedly in her mind, careful dark orbs catching sight of the grass growing outside the stable. She stopped abruptly, petite mug dipped to the grass, snatching it like a wild woman. [/size] |
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