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Featuring Catherine Volos with CH Vesnik and Pheasant-Ridge Mikhail Aristov with CH Veliona

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Mikhail had to repress the urge to roll his eyes at the sound of desperate neighing coming from the barn behind him. Leading his sooty bay mare Veliona out into the chilly winter air he gave her a pat on the shoulder.

“You don’t need that stupid little pony snot, do you girl?”

Eyeing his mare he noticed her pinned ears. Damnit Hunter, he thought. You got my mare attached to some puny brat. You really expect me to take a pony with me whenever I go riding?

Hearing the sound of hoofbeats he turned to watch Cat walk out of the stallion barn, leading her chestnut stallion Vesnik. “I thought you were bringing Veles?” He asked.

“I was going to,” she replied, joining him on the lane. “I didn’t feel like dealing with his energy today.”

“He would’ve behaved with his dam right here.”

“Um no. He would’ve been a bundle of nerves, jumping six feet any time she so much as looked at him.” Her British accent held a hint of laughter at the thought.

Mikhail draped his mare’s reins and joined Cat at the side of her horse. Wordlessly he tightened the stallion’s girth and adjusted Cat’s stirrups. When ready he stood to the side, and helped boost her into the saddle. Walking back to his own mount he quickly climbed aboard before looking back to the young woman.

“What?” He asked, seeing the sad smile on her face.

She shrugged. “I just realized you won’t be around to do that any more.”

Gathering his reins he said, “Don’t worry myshka, I’m sure your husband won’t keep me in Canada forever.”

“Why are you going to Canada?” Cat asked, eyes narrowing. “I know you two lied to Sophia. You don’t have a Canadian mother.”

Mikhail sat quietly for a moment, adjusting his reins. Suddenly he urged his mare forward and they took off down the lane at a decent canter.

“Hey!” Cat yelled, pushing Ves forward to catch up. Coming up alongside the sooty bay mare she leaned over and sternly said, “Tell me Mikhail.”

“I am sorry myshka, but I can not do that.” He gave her a knowing look. “And don’t bother asking Hunter. You’ll just agitate him.”

Scowling Cat signalled to her stallion to slow down and glared at Mikhail when he turned his mare around. “Come Cat, let us enjoy the ride. It will be our last one for a while at least.”

Allowing Vesik to walk at his own pace she gently steered him to the gates of the property. Head held high, Cat ignored the older man who fell in step beside her.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he asked as they reached the front gates.

“You know, you’re lucky you’re riding Veliona today,” she said. Looking over her shoulder she tossed out. “You might actually have a decent chance of catching me.” Letting loose a wicked grin Cat waved a controller by her face, then kicked the stallion into action. Was that his controller? Fuck.

“Goddamnit myshka, not again!” Mikhail muttered, watching the woman quickly spring away through the now wide open front gate. Patting the holster on his belt he realised she must have stolen the gate control from him. “Capture” he ordered his mare. Springing forward at the command, Vel instantly lost her bad mood and focused on her target. Both horses set off at a full gallop down the road, breezing past the guard house in a clatter of hooves.

“Get back here!” Mikhail yelled. “Hunter is going to be angry at you riding off property without warning!”

Cat’s words floated back on the wind. “No, Hunter’s going to be mad at you for allowing me to take off!”

Mikhail’s eyes scanned the landscape, searching for cars or other dangers. However, it seemed like the coast was clear. Finally he managed to catch up, Vel snorting her displeasure with the chestnut stallion. As Cat slowed her mount Vel sprung forward, snaking her neck to herd the stallion back the way they came.

“What is she doing?” Cat laughed, Vesnik squealing his confusion. “My stallion isn’t some cow to be herded!”

“We are going back now.” Mikhail stated, moving his mare forward enough to grab Vesnik’s reins. Slowing them to a trot, he scowled at the young woman. “Don’t you ever do something like that again.”

“Oh it’s fine Mikhail.” Cat smiled at him. “I just thought it would be fun to have one more race before you left.”

“Race?” He asked, eyebrow raised.

“Oh yes.” She gave him a cheeky smile. “And I won.”

“Hmph,” he grunted. “Whatever you say myshka.”

Slowing the pair to a walk he gave Cat her reins back. “It will be strange not having you around to test my patience.”

“Don’t worry old man, “She said, poking him in the shoulder. “I’ll make sure to text you all the time.”

Mikhail groaned and rubbed his face. “Ugh. Not more of those stupid images. Memas?”

“Memes silly. And you’ll be getting tonnes.”

He took a breath to argue when he saw a figure standing at the guard house. “Shit.”
Glancing at one another they both rode casually up to the man waiting for them.

“Hello sir,” Mikhail said.

Hunter didn't even look at him. “What were you doing?”

“We went for a quick ride!” Cat chirped. “It's no big deal.”

Hunter's expression turned stormy. “No… Big deal?”

Mikhail jumped in to provide damage control. “I challenged her to a race for my last day sir. I apologize, it was inappropriate of me. However we only ran to the-”

Hunter held up his hand, still only looking at his wife. “Enough. Mikhail, please take my wife's horse back to the stable and make sure it's properly taken care of. Catherine, give it back.”

“Yes sir.” Mikhail reached over and took the reins from Cat. Sharing a look she gave him a small smirk and handed him the gate control. Taking a moment to pat her stallion’s sweaty neck, she slowly dismounted.

“Have a wonderful time in Canada.”

“Farewell myshka. I'll look forward to these memes of yours.” Steering his horse toward the property entrance Mikhail could hear Hunter's anger as he quietly reprimanded his wife. Glancing over his shoulder he smiled as he saw the fiery pair embracing in the winter air.

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The wonderful story was written by Pheasant-Ridge
Artwork done by me

Description
Featuring Catherine Volos with CH Vesnik and Pheasant-Ridge Mikhail Aristov with CH Veliona

Interested in getting involved with the breed? Join the Cypress Hill discord today! Looking for breed ambassadors and influencers!
Join Discord: discord.gg/sqsPgYs

———

Mikhail had to repress the urge to roll his eyes at the sound of desperate neighing coming from the barn behind him. Leading his sooty bay mare Veliona out into the chilly winter air he gave her a pat on the shoulder.

“You don’t need that stupid little pony snot, do you girl?”

Eyeing his mare he noticed her pinned ears. Damnit Hunter, he thought. You got my mare attached to some puny brat. You really expect me to take a pony with me whenever I go riding?

Hearing the sound of hoofbeats he turned to watch Cat walk out of the stallion barn, leading her chestnut stallion Vesnik. “I thought you were bringing Veles?” He asked.

“I was going to,” she replied, joining him on the lane. “I didn’t feel like dealing with his energy today.”

“He would’ve behaved with his dam right here.”

“Um no. He would’ve been a bundle of nerves, jumping six feet any time she so much as looked at him.” Her British accent held a hint of laughter at the thought.

Mikhail draped his mare’s reins and joined Cat at the side of her horse. Wordlessly he tightened the stallion’s girth and adjusted Cat’s stirrups. When ready he stood to the side, and helped boost her into the saddle. Walking back to his own mount he quickly climbed aboard before looking back to the young woman.

“What?” He asked, seeing the sad smile on her face.

She shrugged. “I just realized you won’t be around to do that any more.”

Gathering his reins he said, “Don’t worry myshka, I’m sure your husband won’t keep me in Canada forever.”

“Why are you going to Canada?” Cat asked, eyes narrowing. “I know you two lied to Sophia. You don’t have a Canadian mother.”

Mikhail sat quietly for a moment, adjusting his reins. Suddenly he urged his mare forward and they took off down the lane at a decent canter.

“Hey!” Cat yelled, pushing Ves forward to catch up. Coming up alongside the sooty bay mare she leaned over and sternly said, “Tell me Mikhail.”

“I am sorry myshka, but I can not do that.” He gave her a knowing look. “And don’t bother asking Hunter. You’ll just agitate him.”

Scowling Cat signalled to her stallion to slow down and glared at Mikhail when he turned his mare around. “Come Cat, let us enjoy the ride. It will be our last one for a while at least.”

Allowing Vesik to walk at his own pace she gently steered him to the gates of the property. Head held high, Cat ignored the older man who fell in step beside her.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he asked as they reached the front gates.

“You know, you’re lucky you’re riding Veliona today,” she said. Looking over her shoulder she tossed out. “You might actually have a decent chance of catching me.” Letting loose a wicked grin Cat waved a controller by her face, then kicked the stallion into action. Was that his controller? Fuck.

“Goddamnit myshka, not again!” Mikhail muttered, watching the woman quickly spring away through the now wide open front gate. Patting the holster on his belt he realised she must have stolen the gate control from him. “Capture” he ordered his mare. Springing forward at the command, Vel instantly lost her bad mood and focused on her target. Both horses set off at a full gallop down the road, breezing past the guard house in a clatter of hooves.

“Get back here!” Mikhail yelled. “Hunter is going to be angry at you riding off property without warning!”

Cat’s words floated back on the wind. “No, Hunter’s going to be mad at you for allowing me to take off!”

Mikhail’s eyes scanned the landscape, searching for cars or other dangers. However, it seemed like the coast was clear. Finally he managed to catch up, Vel snorting her displeasure with the chestnut stallion. As Cat slowed her mount Vel sprung forward, snaking her neck to herd the stallion back the way they came.

“What is she doing?” Cat laughed, Vesnik squealing his confusion. “My stallion isn’t some cow to be herded!”

“We are going back now.” Mikhail stated, moving his mare forward enough to grab Vesnik’s reins. Slowing them to a trot, he scowled at the young woman. “Don’t you ever do something like that again.”

“Oh it’s fine Mikhail.” Cat smiled at him. “I just thought it would be fun to have one more race before you left.”

“Race?” He asked, eyebrow raised.

“Oh yes.” She gave him a cheeky smile. “And I won.”

“Hmph,” he grunted. “Whatever you say myshka.”

Slowing the pair to a walk he gave Cat her reins back. “It will be strange not having you around to test my patience.”

“Don’t worry old man, “She said, poking him in the shoulder. “I’ll make sure to text you all the time.”

Mikhail groaned and rubbed his face. “Ugh. Not more of those stupid images. Memas?”

“Memes silly. And you’ll be getting tonnes.”

He took a breath to argue when he saw a figure standing at the guard house. “Shit.”
Glancing at one another they both rode casually up to the man waiting for them.

“Hello sir,” Mikhail said.

Hunter didn't even look at him. “What were you doing?”

“We went for a quick ride!” Cat chirped. “It's no big deal.”

Hunter's expression turned stormy. “No… Big deal?”

Mikhail jumped in to provide damage control. “I challenged her to a race for my last day sir. I apologize, it was inappropriate of me. However we only ran to the-”

Hunter held up his hand, still only looking at his wife. “Enough. Mikhail, please take my wife's horse back to the stable and make sure it's properly taken care of. Catherine, give it back.”

“Yes sir.” Mikhail reached over and took the reins from Cat. Sharing a look she gave him a small smirk and handed him the gate control. Taking a moment to pat her stallion’s sweaty neck, she slowly dismounted.

“Have a wonderful time in Canada.”

“Farewell myshka. I'll look forward to these memes of yours.” Steering his horse toward the property entrance Mikhail could hear Hunter's anger as he quietly reprimanded his wife. Glancing over his shoulder he smiled as he saw the fiery pair embracing in the winter air.

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The wonderful story was written by Pheasant-Ridge
Artwork done by me