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Home Grown Show II - Thrills and Spills

Featuring:
Horse: 1289 WRR Wormfood
"Rider": Sydney Brannon
Class: Exhibition Execution
Placed: Second

Home Grown Show II - Thrills and Spills - Results

Follows after:

Mature Content

So, last time I submitted a big ol' Syd story (I think) it got flagged for mature content because of the obnoxious amount of swearing in it xD
So I'm just preemptively moving the story over to my trash site so the pony doesn't have to be mature content lol
For the FULL long story go here: drasayer.wixsite.com/rrafterho…
(2210 pwrdcount)

For the "safer" shortened story:

  It had been too long since he had last worked this horse. The bay mare was fierce, nasty, coy, and unforgiving. She was sharp to react, belligerent, resisted any change, and fought before any thought of running. It had taken months for him to get her to the point that he could get the saddle on her without having to lay her down a few times beforehand.
  Wormfood , as she was kindly called, stood with her ears flat. He knew the signs that she would go off like dynamite if he was to crawl on her back now. She bucked and heaved and thrashed around the pen just as he knew she would. He held onto the lead line firmly, pulling her head around anytime she tried to slip from his control.
  The bay mare finally walked on the lead, sweat dripping from her harsh, wiry coat. She snorted with every breath, panting from her explosive nature. Stubborn. She was stubborn and rotten to the core. She would never be fit for riding. She was too unpredictable, too feral, too far gone.
  Sydney knew she was a waste of time and resources. He knew he shouldn’t be putting a foot in the stirrup, swinging a leg over her, and checking the reins. He knew it wasn’t built to last. It was all rotten from the foundation up. So why did he still get on?
  The mare hadn’t pitched a fit for the first few minutes, feeling the weight of her rider over her strong back. Round and round, she walked, heeding his strength through her bit.

  “Who really has the commitment issue here, Sydney? Not me. I’m going through with this no matter what.”
  “If it didn’t matter to you, then you’d sign those divorce papers, Krissa .”

  The mare swished her tail, growing agitated and testing her boundaries already. This wasn’t the life of a horse. She should be grazing or moving on from a feeding area. Not pinned up with a predator on her back.

  “We all fuckin’ know you’re just after my goddamn money, Krissa.”
  “Oh, the money! Because that’s all that ever mattered to me! Right! It was always more than the money Sydney! You’re never here!”
  “You were the one that wanted me to take the job! NOW it bothers you!? What the fuck, Krissa!? Did your little affair go back that far!? Is that why you wanted me out of here!?”
  “At least they listened to what I wanted!”

  She froze up, halting in place and refusing to budge. Pull on the bit all he wanted, she bulled up and swelled like a dam ready to burst. He knew it was coming. It was every sign in the book being on borrowed time. A rotten horse with a rotten attitude. She backed up in a hurry, spinning to the side, ducking her head down low to escape the bit. His weight pulled her off balance, causing her to stumble. But she felt a release on the bit and bolted forward, launching into a fit of bucking, thrashing around the pen. She spun and jumped sharp and hard enough, the man’s weight couldn’t keep up and he was dislodged!

  “I will do whatever it takes to leave your ass in the dirt. You’ve dragged me through enough of your shit.”

  Sydney hit the ground, shoulders first and then the rest of him plummeting over the top of himself. The bigger you are...the harder you fall…

  “Shut up, Sydney. You’re such a baby. You won’t do shit to me. You can’t do anything that makes your poor mommy mad. Jesus Christ,   Sydney. Stop acting like you aren’t a scared little boy.”

  He was scared. Scared of the stigmas, stereotypes, and the unknown consequences. He had no footing to stand on, the ships had sailed, and he had no choice but to drown or start swimming. That’s why he climbed on that horse. He had to find the land before he could stand again.

(666 word count)
well, that's an omen :''D

Previous: Noose of Lies || Next: Pas de Trois

IT IS TIME.
All the pieces coming back from their long hiatus. Ol' Syd gettin' back in the saddle-er uh, well, WAS back in the saddle.

So the tldr for those that don't want monster story to read:
Syd sad because cheating wife and cheating boy crush
Jus slaps Syd around to wake him up from his dumb self
Syd no want to look so bad with divorce and still refuses the whole gay thing
Jus slaps more stupid out of him
Syd and Krissa have real talks at high volumes
Sud comin' back.

And in what better way than flat on his face?
(y'all should come join the "Oops Show")

Nekkid sketch:

Sydney/Wormfood/Justin/Krissa/Jarin/Art © Drasayer
Long, Tall, and Spindly/Mr. Linguine © Saoradh
No specific refs for made mare or crash doofus

Pencil/Photoshop CS6

Description

Home Grown Show II - Thrills and Spills

Featuring:
Horse: 1289 WRR Wormfood
"Rider": Sydney Brannon
Class: Exhibition Execution
Placed: Second

Home Grown Show II - Thrills and Spills - Results

Follows after:

Mature Content

So, last time I submitted a big ol' Syd story (I think) it got flagged for mature content because of the obnoxious amount of swearing in it xD
So I'm just preemptively moving the story over to my trash site so the pony doesn't have to be mature content lol
For the FULL long story go here: drasayer.wixsite.com/rrafterho…
(2210 pwrdcount)

For the "safer" shortened story:

  It had been too long since he had last worked this horse. The bay mare was fierce, nasty, coy, and unforgiving. She was sharp to react, belligerent, resisted any change, and fought before any thought of running. It had taken months for him to get her to the point that he could get the saddle on her without having to lay her down a few times beforehand.
  Wormfood , as she was kindly called, stood with her ears flat. He knew the signs that she would go off like dynamite if he was to crawl on her back now. She bucked and heaved and thrashed around the pen just as he knew she would. He held onto the lead line firmly, pulling her head around anytime she tried to slip from his control.
  The bay mare finally walked on the lead, sweat dripping from her harsh, wiry coat. She snorted with every breath, panting from her explosive nature. Stubborn. She was stubborn and rotten to the core. She would never be fit for riding. She was too unpredictable, too feral, too far gone.
  Sydney knew she was a waste of time and resources. He knew he shouldn’t be putting a foot in the stirrup, swinging a leg over her, and checking the reins. He knew it wasn’t built to last. It was all rotten from the foundation up. So why did he still get on?
  The mare hadn’t pitched a fit for the first few minutes, feeling the weight of her rider over her strong back. Round and round, she walked, heeding his strength through her bit.

  “Who really has the commitment issue here, Sydney? Not me. I’m going through with this no matter what.”
  “If it didn’t matter to you, then you’d sign those divorce papers, Krissa .”

  The mare swished her tail, growing agitated and testing her boundaries already. This wasn’t the life of a horse. She should be grazing or moving on from a feeding area. Not pinned up with a predator on her back.

  “We all fuckin’ know you’re just after my goddamn money, Krissa.”
  “Oh, the money! Because that’s all that ever mattered to me! Right! It was always more than the money Sydney! You’re never here!”
  “You were the one that wanted me to take the job! NOW it bothers you!? What the fuck, Krissa!? Did your little affair go back that far!? Is that why you wanted me out of here!?”
  “At least they listened to what I wanted!”

  She froze up, halting in place and refusing to budge. Pull on the bit all he wanted, she bulled up and swelled like a dam ready to burst. He knew it was coming. It was every sign in the book being on borrowed time. A rotten horse with a rotten attitude. She backed up in a hurry, spinning to the side, ducking her head down low to escape the bit. His weight pulled her off balance, causing her to stumble. But she felt a release on the bit and bolted forward, launching into a fit of bucking, thrashing around the pen. She spun and jumped sharp and hard enough, the man’s weight couldn’t keep up and he was dislodged!

  “I will do whatever it takes to leave your ass in the dirt. You’ve dragged me through enough of your shit.”

  Sydney hit the ground, shoulders first and then the rest of him plummeting over the top of himself. The bigger you are...the harder you fall…

  “Shut up, Sydney. You’re such a baby. You won’t do shit to me. You can’t do anything that makes your poor mommy mad. Jesus Christ,   Sydney. Stop acting like you aren’t a scared little boy.”

  He was scared. Scared of the stigmas, stereotypes, and the unknown consequences. He had no footing to stand on, the ships had sailed, and he had no choice but to drown or start swimming. That’s why he climbed on that horse. He had to find the land before he could stand again.

(666 word count)
well, that's an omen :''D

Previous: Noose of Lies || Next: Pas de Trois

IT IS TIME.
All the pieces coming back from their long hiatus. Ol' Syd gettin' back in the saddle-er uh, well, WAS back in the saddle.

So the tldr for those that don't want monster story to read:
Syd sad because cheating wife and cheating boy crush
Jus slaps Syd around to wake him up from his dumb self
Syd no want to look so bad with divorce and still refuses the whole gay thing
Jus slaps more stupid out of him
Syd and Krissa have real talks at high volumes
Sud comin' back.

And in what better way than flat on his face?
(y'all should come join the "Oops Show")

Nekkid sketch:

Sydney/Wormfood/Justin/Krissa/Jarin/Art © Drasayer
Long, Tall, and Spindly/Mr. Linguine © Saoradh
No specific refs for made mare or crash doofus

Pencil/Photoshop CS6