The Trouble With Ponies

Rouge's The Colonel's Ashwood
Rouge's Ima Smoke N' Sensation 
WBS One Rich Nite
Rouge's Violet Shadows
Rouge's Sick Ass Diva
Rouge's Getcha Chex Cashed
Rouge's Death of a Superhero
BRS Ramblene Miami Misbehavin'
PD LAced Up Gun
Rouge's Irikah
and....
Pickles the Pony

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The middle of August was hot, so hot no one wanted to do anything. As far as riding and chores went, they were done either very early in the morning or later in the evening. During the heat of the day most of the staff could be found hiding in the lounge of the main barn or inside raided Amelia's fridge. Several times everyone got together down at the river to cool off. The boys had strung up a rope swing from a tree hanging over the riverbank. It made for some good times and staff bonding as everyone was like family at the ranch. The horses on the other hand liked to hide under the trees and nap during the afternoon. The two times of the days the horses were active was at feeding. 

That evening Beth was helping load the flatbed with hay to drive out to the fields. She was there with a few of the interns who had proved their worth over the summer so far. Justin was helping Beth load the hay while Torrie was bringing out a wheelbarrow of rubber feed pans full of grain. Even though the horses were out they still got fed well. They were just about done when they heard loud squealing coming from the barn followed by some banging. And then down the aisle and out the door came Pickles, running loose. 

As per the usual, no one panicked. In fact, they basically ignored the mini as he came running over to the hay barn. Beth sighed, shaking her head. The bratty little pony was her's, but she had outgrown him years ago. Not wanting to get ride of her childhood pony though Pickles was living out his life on the ranch as a sort of mascot. But mostly, Pickles just stirred up trouble. 

Beth walked over to her bratty pony and grabbed him by the mane and walked him over to the truck. Even though he was spoiled in the barn he always wanted more. "That's it, your getting tossed out!." Beth lead him over to the side of the truck. She opened the back door and snapped her fingers at him. Pickles, being the unpredictable snot he is, actually listened and jumped in. Torrie and Justin couldn't help but laugh as the mini made himself at home on the back bench seat of the truck. 

"What are you doing with him?" Torrie asked the younger Beth as she dropped the last feed pan on the flatbed. 
"Tossing him out in a field." Beth answered, chuckling to herself. She shut the door and rubbed Pickles head as he stuck it out the open window and whinnied loudly. 

The group was laughing as they loaded into the truck and took off. Justin drove them out to one of the back fields. Beth hoped out and opened the gate, hopping on the back as they drove further in. At the sight of the truck the stampede started. The herd of fillies came running over knowing it was dinner time. Justin parked the truck and he and Torrie hopped out.

They began cutting bales and tossing out piles of hay and feed tubs. Pickles was still in the truck and started to scream as the horses got closer. His high pitched whinnies made the fillies slam on the brakes. They were snorting and blowing, confused at the pony in the truck. Beth was laughing at the young mares reactions. She walked over and let Pickles out. The little pony jumped out and ran straight up to the mares.

The mares freaked. Most of them jumped back, snorting still. The sight of little Pickles standing up to a herd of fillies was priceless. The mini was almost surrounded by the big horses, pawing at the ground and puffing up. He was such a snotty little pony, still causing trouble.

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Omg, so this cracks me up. Pickles was only mentioned in one of my very first harpg pieces and now he's finally been pictured. And who doesn't like a bratty pony? Especially a mini who is bossing around big horses xD

also might edit this to add shading. But I got excited xD

all work (c) theRyanna