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This is going up every day while I finish/work on my other fics. Aren't you all so happy about it!? *crickets*

Title: The Edge of Neight, aka StallionCrest 3/8
Author: Stoney
Rating: PG-13/All Audiences (if you watch TV soaps, you're good)
Summary: Things are peaceful at the ranch until a good-for-nothing show horse joins the herd and destroys the plans already laid in place. Or is he there to free an untamed heart? *whinny*
Feedback: Yes, please! It's like a nosebag full of delicious oats and a good rub down after a hard ride. [/implication to your inference].
Warnings: DID I MENTION THIS WAS A (clean) SOAP OPERA ABOUT HORSES? There will be: comas! Deserted Islands! Evil twins! Cold, cruel stares as the camera fades to black! Intense looks! Burros! Thesaurus abuse! Loads of adjectives! Also: I do not support use of Premarin or abusing circus horses or stereotyping burros. Carry on. :D

Chapters: One Two





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The Edge Of Neight
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click the title to listen to the theme song!





Part Three

Fancy rolled in the straw and dirt of her pen, utterly forlorn. It seemed that Stormy had wrapped her bit and bridle around the dashing and mysterious Skidoodle, and there was nothing for her now, nothing! She cared not that her punctiliously manicured hooves slammed against the rail of her stall chipping them, nor did she give a whit about her meticulously braided tail and mane getting covered in hay and muck. She would be forced into marrying the cruel and barbarous Ransom Paycheck, and her mother would win. And what would Fancy get? Nothing but a nosebag of oats and a baby from a loveless marriage, that's what. It was a worse fate than being sent to the Premarin factory.

It was almost too much to bear. She lay on her side panting, her sharp exhales creating eddies in the dirt. She had never spoken to Skidoodle, had barely even caught a complete look at him, but there was one thing Fancy Face Von Linestock knew to the depths of her heart: she was utterly and completely in love with him. She knew that if she couldn't have him, life wasn't worth living. Fancy hoped her mother didn't back her into a corner. She didn't want to do anything drastic, but she'd be damned if anyone was going to keep her from her dreams! And now, her dreams were Skidoodle. Skidoodle, Skidoodle, that blessedly handsome dappled-grey Skidoodle...

****

Justin Time kicked a stone at the split-rail fence that bordered the Star W Double T Walking F Rocking U Flying C Circle K Ranch. He bared his teeth and whickered in anger. If only that blasted nag of a mare Stormy would come to reason! He scratched his chin on the rail, deep in thought. He had to make her see the light. He had to do something to get her away from that circus freak, Skidoodle! But how? He looked out at the rippling wheat in the green crop pasture, pitiable and woebegone.

****

Clover the silly-faced pony rubbed her cheek on the barn door to pull her nose bag off. She could see Justin Time at the entrance to the ranch kicking stones. He was so handsome and strong and tawny. His withers were proud, his fetlocks long and supple; she let out a dreamy sigh at the mere sight of him. If only she could get him to notice her! But how? She stuck her lower lip out and blew up to get her forelock out of her eyes. She knew it made her look silly, always falling in her face, but she had heard Hank mention to another ranch hand that it made her look sweet and innocent. If only that was what attracted a stud like Justin! What did attract him? Dirty sluts like Stormy, she thought. She berated herself for calling Stormy a slut. That wasn't how ponies behaved!

...maybe that was the problem. Maybe she shouldn't behave like a pony! Maybe she should try and act like Stormy - that might turn a few heads! She made a mental note of all the supplies she'd need. Black leather halter, the smaller English riding saddle, also in black leather... She might ask Hank to put some studs on it to give it some oomph. She rubbed her hooves together. She had a plan, and she would make Justin Time hers, all hers!

****

Ransom Paycheck rolled off Stormy and whickered slow and seductive. "That was... just what I needed."

Stormy adjusted her lead and shook her glossy black mane back into place. "Me, too. Damn, that Skidoodle!" She snorted in anger.

Ransom Paycheck chuckled low and long. "I've told you to let that damned circus horse go. You're too delectable and bewitching for a simpleton like that dappled bastard."

She whirled, her eyes flashing and hooves threatening. "Don't you call him a bastard! He's more horse than you'll ever be!"

Ransom rubbed his sides against the stall door as if he had a deep itch that needed scratching. "You keep telling yourself that, kid." He advanced on her, blowing softly through his nose, his head bobbing up and down in an enticing manner. "Meanwhile, why don't you let me show you what a real horse can do?"

She maintained her haughty manner until he nuzzled her throat latch and exhaled hotly. Her haunches trembled and she threw herself at the stallion. A mare has needs, too, she thought. There would be time enough for her plans to win that rascally scoundrel, Skidoodle, later.


****

Top O'The Line checked the padlock on the door to the ramshackle building, holding someone, or some thing, hostage. She checked to make sure no one had seen her and moved off, back to the comfort of her luxury stall and hand-crafted dinner of oats and special grains to keep her chestnut skin glossy. As she approached the tumble-down stone wall, she paused. Top O'The Line listened, head down and back at her leg. She bit her lip, then straightened up, shook her mane and whinnied. She was being a sentimental old nag, and that would never do! No one could ever know, or she'd be finished! Over!

She reared back, pawed at the air and took off like a shot racing against the devil, it would seem. She was a champion mare, dammit, not some flea-bitten nag like Clover, and she would act like it! She held her head high as she entered the paddock; she wouldn't condescend to look at any of the lesser horses that didn't have her ribbons, her accomplishments to brag and boast about. She allowed herself to be put in the cross-ties for brushing and sweat scraping. Her groomer used the finest supplies and got her coat gleaming after her long run from the secret shed. Her stall had been mucked and fresh hay and spring water awaited her. She buried her nose into her feed, hoping no one would see the abject fear in her eyes...


****

Random Paycheck sauntered out of his stall. Everything he wanted, he got. This damn Fancy Pants had almost ruined his perfect track record. But after tomorrow, that would be a thing of the past. Their union would happen at sunset, and she'd be up to her stifle in bedding hay by nightfall. He preened and pranced on his powerful hooves as a voice over the stables' intercom system announced the wedding. He'd make sure his groomer put out his best tuxedo collar. He spotted Skidoodle on the other side of the stable; he thundered over to him.

"Make sure you have a front row seat, circus boy. I don't want you to miss Fancy's face when she says, 'I do.'"

"You're out of line, Boyo!" Skidoodle's eye flashed green menace.

"No, I'm in line. And that fine filly will produce a worthy heir to my bloodline, in fact, and there's not a damn thing you can do about it."

"Och, we’ll see about that, ye minging bogtrotter!" and he hot-hooved it away from the cruel black stallion.

"You'll see, my polka-dotted friend," he laughed at the word "friend." He moseyed back to his stall to get his hooves polished and his tail braided in a manner befitting his station. "I can't wait to see you lose." His eyes narrowed, watching the disappearing figure in the distance. "She's mine."


~TBC HERE!

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(end title music, aka, Y&R theme song, ahaha)

Comments

( 19 comments — Leave a comment )
xochitl42
Jul. 31st, 2007 08:47 pm (UTC)
And again I forget my rule of no Stoneyfic at work.

Have to make excuses why I'm lauging so hard...
stoney321
Jul. 31st, 2007 08:54 pm (UTC)
Oh, forget the excuses. You're all caught up in the ROMANCE and INTRIGUE of my horse tale! :D
entrenous88
Jul. 31st, 2007 09:18 pm (UTC)
OH MY GOD, YOU CAN'T LEAVE IT THERE!

*breathes*

Okay, everything is down to the wire, and we're up to The Wedding Episode and someone stopping the action when the donkey (or mule -- he's the one conducting the ceremony, yes?) asks if anyone objects,, and DUDE, you're having Clover pull a Sandy and slut herself out to win Justin's heart, I LOVE IT!
stoney321
Jul. 31st, 2007 09:24 pm (UTC)
YOU READ IT YOU READ IT, WHEEEE! :D

Okay, the action sequence of The Special Wedding Episode has to stand on its own, omg!! I will tell you this: there IS a shipwreck AND amnesia coming up. Heeeeeeee!

<3
entrenous88
Jul. 31st, 2007 09:35 pm (UTC)
Omg! But what is Fancy's mother hiding? WHO OR WHAT IS SHE HIDING, STONEY???

Ooooo, desert-island action -- classic! I fucking love Stranded-on-a-Desert-Island narratives. Why can't we have them ALL THE TIME?

Capslockily yours,
EntreNous
stoney321
Jul. 31st, 2007 09:39 pm (UTC)
WHO SAYS SHE'S HIDING SOMETHING?!?! *nervously checks all the locks*

Oh my gosh, I love the stranded on an island, we'll fall in love! Scenario. It's how my beloved Jack and Jennifer got together on Days of our Lives...

And the evil cousin! That looks shockingly like a certain someone that's gone mysteriously absent!
moosesal
Jul. 31st, 2007 11:27 pm (UTC)
It was a worse fate than being sent to the Premarin factory.

That? Is fucked up. There's a special place in my heart for people like you. I can't believe you're still writing this, but I love ou for it.
stoney321
Aug. 1st, 2007 12:44 am (UTC)
I'm trying to raise people's awareness one fic at a time, Sal. One. Fic. At. A. Time. Period.

(I even mapped out a friggin' SEQUEL to this. So... more than 8 parts, ahahaha.)

<3
moosesal
Aug. 1st, 2007 01:26 am (UTC)
I'm a little uncomfortable with how much thought you've put into this.
stoney321
Aug. 1st, 2007 01:29 am (UTC)
*cries* Are you insulting my ART, woman?! Are you one of those dream sporkers?!
moosesal
Aug. 1st, 2007 01:32 am (UTC)
No. I'm just jealous that you write stuff that people actually read. I, on the other hand, write my best stuff in a fandom of two. *sigh*
stoney321
Aug. 1st, 2007 01:38 am (UTC)
Pfft. One of the funniest and cleverest (if I do say so myself) things I've written was read by practically no one. And as far as I'm concerned, you're a wonderful writer. *smooch*
moosesal
Aug. 1st, 2007 01:41 am (UTC)
Yeah, but people don't read you because you're scary.

*smooch*
darlas_mom
Jul. 31st, 2007 11:35 pm (UTC)
Can't. Stop. Laughing. Sides. Hurt!

Also, is it weird that I picture most of the horses as having Southern accents?
stoney321
Aug. 1st, 2007 12:44 am (UTC)
No, it's not weird! In the first chapter I said Top O'The Line had a deep southern accent, and they're in Kentucky. :D
greenstone_j
Aug. 1st, 2007 12:21 am (UTC)
These a pattern emerging for all these love... triangles (well there are more than 3 points.... and my geometry was never that good)...? It's a dressage test, right? It's like when Lewis Carroll wrote Through the looking glass and it could be used as a chess game... right? *is in awe of your intellect*


Or in awe of the ROMANCE and INTRIGUE.... LOL
stoney321
Aug. 1st, 2007 12:45 am (UTC)
AHAHAHAHA!! You are SOOOOO in awe of the gripping tail *cough* of love and tack. Of romance and bridles. Or... unbridled passion? DING DING DING! WE HAVE A WINNER!!! Hee heee!!

<3 Hey, there!
southernbangel
Aug. 1st, 2007 12:59 am (UTC)
ILU STONEY.

I love every.single.thing about this story. Dirty sluts like Stormy--HAHAHAHA. Clover has some claws!

WHAT IS TOP O'THE LINE HIDING?!?! THE DRAMA, THE INTRIGUE!!!
stoney321
Aug. 1st, 2007 01:02 am (UTC)
SHE'S NOT HIDING ANYTHING!! *lays brush over the door to the shed to detract attention* SHE IS INNOCENT. Except for how she is SOOOO the Joan Collins of the equine world.

Bum bum bum!!! Tune in tomorrow for our next installment of....

THE EDGE OF NEIGHT! :D
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Reading this? I'm just curious. Because that's really detail-oriented of you. Feel free to stop reading. But you can see that there's more here, so are you going to keep reading? Really? That's pretty dedicated. I'm impressed. No, really. I'm not being sarcastic, why do you get like that? See, this is the problem I have with your mother - yes. YES. I'm going there. It's time we put all of our cards on the table.

I love you, why are you doing this? After all we've been through? You don't have to be like this. You know, still reading. You could be baking a pie. And then sharing it with me.

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