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It's finally happening! I found a wonderful stud to pair up with my Puddle. She's being turned out for her eighth year.

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[SWS Rebel Yell] x [WBS TAG Puddle Jumper] Thoroughbred Breeding

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WC: 512

Puddle seemed to know when something was up.

The mare raced along the mare pasture's fenceline with the ribbon of her recently compacted tail fluttering in the wind. She was snorting like a big red dragon, blowing out forcefully into the hot desert air with each hopping stride. Emil, her owner, was currently in the process of guiding a truck so that it could successfully back its trailer into the gravel lot, but Jasmine had elected to hang back and let him work out all of the finer details. She was currently perched upon the fence next to the gate, with her arms crossed firmly over her chest. Jona had even come up on his day off to be present for such a monumental occasion.

This was to be TAG's first in-house breeding since Emil had taken charge of the place.

Puddle's hooves diced into the ground, flinging up dirt clods as she came to an awkward, skittering halt right in front of the gate, practically smacking into it with her chest. She was peering at the trailer with bug-like eyes. A loud bang reverberated from inside as the truck came to a gentle stop, though the nicker that followed was shortly returned in kind by the mare's rather unflattering scream. She took off again after that into a lunging bolt, throwing herself into a hard buck that really would've been impressive --and maybe even a little majestic--if it weren't for the little toot at the apex of her kick. It was times like these that Jasmine was reminded of how thoroughly ridiculous horses were.

Part of Puddle's excitement and nervousness was due to being separated that morning from the other mares, fillies and their resident jenny, but her usual rider couldn't help but chuckle.

"That's your mans in there, you know," she mused, only to receive something of a wry look from Jona --who was stood only a few feet away. He too had insisted upon leaving Emil to shake hands with the owner of their incoming guest.

"Oh, she knows," he laughed, shaking his head as the flashy chestnut took off again with a series of honking snorts.

"You think?"

With the trailer in place and the driver chatting away with the facility manager, the stallion that was shortly backed off and down the slide-out metal ramp had Jasmine and Jona both collectively sighing. They'd seen the slew of pictures that Emil couldn't stop obsessing over, of course, but it really was nothing like witnessing the stud as he lived and breathed, in the flesh. He was handsome, to say the least.

Jasmine could hardly wait to see the resulting foal. As agonizing as the decision was to pull Puddle off of the circuit, she couldn't help but feel --after she'd watched the mare practically harass her suitor with several very 'in your face' kisses while they got the poor guy through the gate--that they'd made the right choice. She was wonderful with their fillies, and Emil had every confidence in the world that she would make a great mother.

~

Medium: Artrage 4.
RL Time: About 4 hours.
References: DAZ Studio Models (Custom Poses).

SWS Rebel Yell (c) frostwalkers
WBS TAG Puddle Jumper (c) Me
Art (c) Me

Description
-[Breeding Image]

It's finally happening! I found a wonderful stud to pair up with my Puddle. She's being turned out for her eighth year.

~

[SWS Rebel Yell] x [WBS TAG Puddle Jumper] Thoroughbred Breeding

~

[Previous] --Puddle's Story-- [Next]

WC: 512

Puddle seemed to know when something was up.

The mare raced along the mare pasture's fenceline with the ribbon of her recently compacted tail fluttering in the wind. She was snorting like a big red dragon, blowing out forcefully into the hot desert air with each hopping stride. Emil, her owner, was currently in the process of guiding a truck so that it could successfully back its trailer into the gravel lot, but Jasmine had elected to hang back and let him work out all of the finer details. She was currently perched upon the fence next to the gate, with her arms crossed firmly over her chest. Jona had even come up on his day off to be present for such a monumental occasion.

This was to be TAG's first in-house breeding since Emil had taken charge of the place.

Puddle's hooves diced into the ground, flinging up dirt clods as she came to an awkward, skittering halt right in front of the gate, practically smacking into it with her chest. She was peering at the trailer with bug-like eyes. A loud bang reverberated from inside as the truck came to a gentle stop, though the nicker that followed was shortly returned in kind by the mare's rather unflattering scream. She took off again after that into a lunging bolt, throwing herself into a hard buck that really would've been impressive --and maybe even a little majestic--if it weren't for the little toot at the apex of her kick. It was times like these that Jasmine was reminded of how thoroughly ridiculous horses were.

Part of Puddle's excitement and nervousness was due to being separated that morning from the other mares, fillies and their resident jenny, but her usual rider couldn't help but chuckle.

"That's your mans in there, you know," she mused, only to receive something of a wry look from Jona --who was stood only a few feet away. He too had insisted upon leaving Emil to shake hands with the owner of their incoming guest.

"Oh, she knows," he laughed, shaking his head as the flashy chestnut took off again with a series of honking snorts.

"You think?"

With the trailer in place and the driver chatting away with the facility manager, the stallion that was shortly backed off and down the slide-out metal ramp had Jasmine and Jona both collectively sighing. They'd seen the slew of pictures that Emil couldn't stop obsessing over, of course, but it really was nothing like witnessing the stud as he lived and breathed, in the flesh. He was handsome, to say the least.

Jasmine could hardly wait to see the resulting foal. As agonizing as the decision was to pull Puddle off of the circuit, she couldn't help but feel --after she'd watched the mare practically harass her suitor with several very 'in your face' kisses while they got the poor guy through the gate--that they'd made the right choice. She was wonderful with their fillies, and Emil had every confidence in the world that she would make a great mother.

~

Medium: Artrage 4.
RL Time: About 4 hours.
References: DAZ Studio Models (Custom Poses).

SWS Rebel Yell (c) frostwalkers
WBS TAG Puddle Jumper (c) Me
Art (c) Me