Practicing with the Stallions{Open}

[racechick]

Skipper's Trigger

I rode the stallion into the arena, colorful jumps set up around it. I warmed up Trigger, his long graceful strides covering ground. I still was the only thing on him, his head low. I leaned my weight to my right, Trigger turning to the weight change. We headed for the first jump, Trigger's strides long. I raised into position, Trigger collecting himself a little. We clear the first couple combinations, then headed for a triple oxer. The oxer stood about four foot 8'' I gulped, but collected my thoughts and gave Trigger the encouragement he neededto clear the jump. I rode the stalllion out of the arena, returning him to the barn and pulling Ace out of his stall.

Ace in the Hole

I saddled Ace quickly, wanting to ride all the stallions she had entered in the shows. Ace and I walked into the arena warming up, the same jumping course set up around the arena. After the warm up, we cantered toward the jumps. As we finished the course, I looked back to see only one jump had fallen. I patted Ace's neck and dismounted leading him back to his stall. I unsaddled the horse, putting Taste on the cross ties.

Expensive Taste

The canadian cutting horse, pranced in the cross ties ready to move outside. I groomed the slick, dark bay coat of the gorgeous stallion. After I groomed and saddled the stallion, I brought out Wild grooming and saddling the stallion leaving him in the cross ties as I rode Taste out to the arena. After warming him up, we preformed the same course as the two stallins before. After a clear round I returned him to his stall after unsaddling him. I turned on my heels to get Wild.

Wild Chance

Wild snorted as she approached, raising to his hind legs and thrashing the air. The stallion didn't get ever high, before the chain cross ties pulled him down. I knew he was the most temid of the stallion and mares for that matter. I cooed to the stallion, who settled soon hearing the familiar voice. I unclipped him for the ties, placing the bridle on him and riding him to the arena. The stallion tossed his head and tryed to gallop away, having been an ex racehorse the stallion was harder to handle. I warmed up the frisky stallion, then pointed him toward the jumps. The combinations kept him challanged, but as the jumps got a little easier he began to become restless. The stallion bucked trying to unseat me, but I had an idea he was going to try but wouldn't get me off. After the triple oxer the stallion responded to every command and slight weight shift, as the stallion started to behave the course ended and I returned him to his stall unsaddling him. I went stall to stall feeling the legs of every horse, then grooming it. The mare's would be the next to be worked but it would have to wait till tomorrow.

[racechick]

THE MARES

Dappled Honey

I warmed up the high strung dappled palomino mare, looking out at the jumps that filled the arena with color. I knew the mare had talent, she just had to show it. I collected my reins a little the mare responding by tucking her head, I rose and fell to the leading leg of the mare my back straight as I posted. The mare trotted along slowly, sending a buck or two into the air wanting to move. "Okay girl lets show them what you got." I told the mare, who flicked her ears back to listen. I wrapped my legs around her girth, the mare felt the pressure and jumped into a canter. We cantered toward the first jump, for her a 3'4'' combination. Honey looked at the jump, eyeing the colors wildly. I felt her about to stop, and squeezed my calves sending the mare over the jump with a foot to spare. We finished the round, the mare only bucking a few times. "I think we should move you up to the next class division." I told her, again her ears flicking to the sound of my voice. I returned the mare to her stall after unsaddling her, then put Hesa in the cross ties.

Hesa Smart Chick

Hesa whinnied as I approached with her tack, laying the saddle smoothly onto her back. Hesa pushed her head to my shoulder, rubbing her head quickly. "Okay that's enough." I told the mare, lightly pushing her nose away. Hesa snorted and dropped her head low, I quickly finished and walked the mare toward the arena. I mounted Hesa, who tossed her head and pranced around. "Behave mare." I scolded her, knowing she would just prance more. We entered the arena, the mare dancing more now then ever. After the warm up, we canter through the pattern. After the last jump, I patted the mare's sweat flicked neck. I dismounted and walked the mare back to the barn, unsaddling her and putting her in her stall.

Fancy A Dance?

I groomed Fancy and saddled her, the mare standing quietly in te cross ties. I walked her to the arena, swinging into the saddle, landing lightly on her back. The mare danced as the walked into the arena, but nothing like Hesa. I took my time warming up the mare, her muscles lossening as they trotted and cantered in a few circles and figure eights. After a longer warm up, I pointed the mare toward the jumps. Fancy eyed the jumps, but took them boldly. I pulled the mare up as we finished, letting the reins droop as she started to walk. I dismounted and lead the mare back, her head low. I unsaddled her and put her in her stall.

[SnorkyPorky]

I bet you sucked the stallion's co.ck, didn't you?
Was it good? Did he taste good?
OF course he did.