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SHIT PEOPLE DEE GRANDBABIES!!! AND GE!ST GET!!!!!

EEEEEEEPPPPPPPPPP.... also... COPACABANA BABY!!!

now Geist really fought me here, as his temperament indicates. But seriously he wouldnt let me near that back hoof to get it right so its kinda scribbled in in a sec before he kicked me with it!

PLOTS!!!!

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The flight was long and painful. Betsy spent most of the time trying to find that one comfortable spot in the seat, only to be jostled out of it by someone needing to get past to go to the toilet or walk around. Frankie seemed to have died next to her. The older woman accustomed to flying and enjoying the business class seats she had swung lasted just long enough after takeoff to order a stiff one, put on her mask and slump into her Australian flag pillow and start snoring.

A multitude of movies later and a very strange tasting schnitzel down Betsy finally dozed off with the dimmed cabin lights lulling her into a gentle wonderland of dreams.

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Ozzie stared at the stallion, the big black body and stark white face with those El Diablo blue eyes and the pinned ears that warned all not to approach. Poltergeist was pissed and he didn’t care who he had to tell.

Why Frankie had such an obsession with that damn bloodline he had no idea. Sure they could run the pants off a cheetah but the damn temperamental issues that plague them and the propensity to break down on track left all of the Devils progeny like ticking time bombs.

The grey mare waiting said horrible beastie was calmly nibbling on the new grass, her dark mane blowing in the gentle breeze. Copacabana was huge, not just big but the mare friggin towered over most of the studs at KhanCohban. Not only that but the mares sad out from racing had made Frankie ponder, and pondering was never a good occupation when you have a chequebook and a phone in your hand... So it was organised. The big grey had flown down with her stable mate and ex rival Maxi, and she would be covered by the brute from Brazen Fields.

Ozzie sighed. He had dropped the two women on the plane just yesterday and though he had the youngsters causing chaos around the barn the lack of noise and laughter left a big gap in the stables armour. A gap Geist had managed to chink through several times. With his girl in the US racing her heart out he was sent down under alone and extremely unimpressed he had taken it out on both stall and grooms.

Finally the covering was ready to take place and they would party the day the big stallion had done his job and was safely in a box heading home and away from them.

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Betsy stroked the big stallion’s long face. His dark silky mane and soft twitching ears the only thinks moving as they stood outside in the Texan sun.

Their first two days at the Ranch had gone well with Wyatt nearly bolting away as he saw Frankie leap out of the car and skip towards him. His gruff demeanour softened when he registered that she had no crazed horses this visit and after a great deal of attention was lavished on the old man he almost seemed to have grown to like her.

Betsy had not left her stallions side, well almost, the regular trips to the loo and a bed the only distractions . Their first meeting had been smoother that she had possibly imagined. After years apart Whirly had been grazing with his ever present guardian and white leech snuffling around him.

As the people approached Cal’s head shot up and with a whinny that seemed to shake him right to his hooves he bolted over to cover the old cowboy with slobber. The bays head lifted and his ears pricked as he followed his friend’s movement, ambling slowly after him as he headed towards the fence.

Halfway there he froze. His ears pricked and nostrils flared as he stared at the people. Betsy stepped ahead, leaning on the fence watching him. She hadn’t seen him since he was shipped out as a frantic colt the trauma of their accident crippling him mentally. Those moments on the track all those years ago still played in her mind before big races. The horrible crunch as the horses in front of them collided, the horrified scream as her colt had pulled up, stumbling and slipping. Then the slow tip and then she was on the ground, sun streaming into her face as she tried to catch her breath. Horses pounded away from her clods of turf falling and hitting the ground.

She remembered sitting up dazed and shocked and turning to find the big colt on his side facing back the way they had come.

Shuddering she snapped herself out of the memory and watched him. He had never been a dumb animal, though never up to Undies standards he had always remembered her and people and his friendly disposition had made them a cute pair.

Wyatt glanced between them. It was the first time since the young studs introduction to Cal that he had seen the tense and scared colt freeze again.

“Call him” Frankie nudged her companion, kindly watching as she tickled the curious greys nose.

Ducking into the paddock Betsy nervously wiped her hands on her shorts, her palms suddenly sweaty. With a final deep breath she whistled, the short trill and then long tone faded as she called the colt.

For a moment she thought he would stay, nervous and edgy but then a small step and then he was galloping towards her. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she was inspected and smelled, his pink nose butting her face and his eyes watching her as he licked away her tears. Finally giving in she reached, hugging and stroking as the pair were reunited.

---

She spent the next glorious week with him, they went riding and for a while she was in heaven, just her and the stallion and the wide open spaces. Then all too soon it was time to leave, the sales beckoned and though she wished she could stay her promise to Ozzie left her feeling obliged to follow the wayward boss and prevent the influx of thousands more horses.

With some tears and a final ride Betsy watched as her colt faded away into the distance as the car drove them towards civilisation.

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=1pen I AM A TERRIBLE CONSPIRATOR!!!!!! next installment is being written as we speak!!!

Poltergeist x Copacabana

DOOM WILL OCCUR!!!!

Description
SHIT PEOPLE DEE GRANDBABIES!!! AND GE!ST GET!!!!!

EEEEEEEPPPPPPPPPP.... also... COPACABANA BABY!!!

now Geist really fought me here, as his temperament indicates. But seriously he wouldnt let me near that back hoof to get it right so its kinda scribbled in in a sec before he kicked me with it!

PLOTS!!!!

--------------------------

The flight was long and painful. Betsy spent most of the time trying to find that one comfortable spot in the seat, only to be jostled out of it by someone needing to get past to go to the toilet or walk around. Frankie seemed to have died next to her. The older woman accustomed to flying and enjoying the business class seats she had swung lasted just long enough after takeoff to order a stiff one, put on her mask and slump into her Australian flag pillow and start snoring.

A multitude of movies later and a very strange tasting schnitzel down Betsy finally dozed off with the dimmed cabin lights lulling her into a gentle wonderland of dreams.

---

Ozzie stared at the stallion, the big black body and stark white face with those El Diablo blue eyes and the pinned ears that warned all not to approach. Poltergeist was pissed and he didn’t care who he had to tell.

Why Frankie had such an obsession with that damn bloodline he had no idea. Sure they could run the pants off a cheetah but the damn temperamental issues that plague them and the propensity to break down on track left all of the Devils progeny like ticking time bombs.

The grey mare waiting said horrible beastie was calmly nibbling on the new grass, her dark mane blowing in the gentle breeze. Copacabana was huge, not just big but the mare friggin towered over most of the studs at KhanCohban. Not only that but the mares sad out from racing had made Frankie ponder, and pondering was never a good occupation when you have a chequebook and a phone in your hand... So it was organised. The big grey had flown down with her stable mate and ex rival Maxi, and she would be covered by the brute from Brazen Fields.

Ozzie sighed. He had dropped the two women on the plane just yesterday and though he had the youngsters causing chaos around the barn the lack of noise and laughter left a big gap in the stables armour. A gap Geist had managed to chink through several times. With his girl in the US racing her heart out he was sent down under alone and extremely unimpressed he had taken it out on both stall and grooms.

Finally the covering was ready to take place and they would party the day the big stallion had done his job and was safely in a box heading home and away from them.

---

Betsy stroked the big stallion’s long face. His dark silky mane and soft twitching ears the only thinks moving as they stood outside in the Texan sun.

Their first two days at the Ranch had gone well with Wyatt nearly bolting away as he saw Frankie leap out of the car and skip towards him. His gruff demeanour softened when he registered that she had no crazed horses this visit and after a great deal of attention was lavished on the old man he almost seemed to have grown to like her.

Betsy had not left her stallions side, well almost, the regular trips to the loo and a bed the only distractions . Their first meeting had been smoother that she had possibly imagined. After years apart Whirly had been grazing with his ever present guardian and white leech snuffling around him.

As the people approached Cal’s head shot up and with a whinny that seemed to shake him right to his hooves he bolted over to cover the old cowboy with slobber. The bays head lifted and his ears pricked as he followed his friend’s movement, ambling slowly after him as he headed towards the fence.

Halfway there he froze. His ears pricked and nostrils flared as he stared at the people. Betsy stepped ahead, leaning on the fence watching him. She hadn’t seen him since he was shipped out as a frantic colt the trauma of their accident crippling him mentally. Those moments on the track all those years ago still played in her mind before big races. The horrible crunch as the horses in front of them collided, the horrified scream as her colt had pulled up, stumbling and slipping. Then the slow tip and then she was on the ground, sun streaming into her face as she tried to catch her breath. Horses pounded away from her clods of turf falling and hitting the ground.

She remembered sitting up dazed and shocked and turning to find the big colt on his side facing back the way they had come.

Shuddering she snapped herself out of the memory and watched him. He had never been a dumb animal, though never up to Undies standards he had always remembered her and people and his friendly disposition had made them a cute pair.

Wyatt glanced between them. It was the first time since the young studs introduction to Cal that he had seen the tense and scared colt freeze again.

“Call him” Frankie nudged her companion, kindly watching as she tickled the curious greys nose.

Ducking into the paddock Betsy nervously wiped her hands on her shorts, her palms suddenly sweaty. With a final deep breath she whistled, the short trill and then long tone faded as she called the colt.

For a moment she thought he would stay, nervous and edgy but then a small step and then he was galloping towards her. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she was inspected and smelled, his pink nose butting her face and his eyes watching her as he licked away her tears. Finally giving in she reached, hugging and stroking as the pair were reunited.

---

She spent the next glorious week with him, they went riding and for a while she was in heaven, just her and the stallion and the wide open spaces. Then all too soon it was time to leave, the sales beckoned and though she wished she could stay her promise to Ozzie left her feeling obliged to follow the wayward boss and prevent the influx of thousands more horses.

With some tears and a final ride Betsy watched as her colt faded away into the distance as the car drove them towards civilisation.

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=1pen I AM A TERRIBLE CONSPIRATOR!!!!!! next installment is being written as we speak!!!

Poltergeist x Copacabana

DOOM WILL OCCUR!!!!