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Breeding of =War-Chant's BBF War Chant with HG Voodoo Child

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This story will unravel in the span of four drawings. I will release one each week (if I have the patience to wait, since it will be getting exciting) and in the end, the babies from these breedings will be fully revealed and "officially" born.

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"It's not fair that Jamison is getting a baby. I want a baby too." Lokka murmured to the large, silver grulla mare that she had adopted from Blue Butterfly Farms a while ago. Voodoo threw her head, as if in agreement, and nickered a little bit, lipping at Lokka's massive mane of black hair. "I'm not sure about you being a mother though." She added, and the horse snorted in indignation, shaking out her own massive curly mane. "You think so?" Lokka said, rubbing her hand up and down Voodoo's strong nose, feeling the short hairs bristle one way and smooth the other. "Do you like any of the boys around here?" She gestured to Jamison's stallion pen, and Voodoo let out a shriek of a neigh, stomping her leg adamantly, arching her neck indignantly at the thought. "That bad...I agree." Lokka whispered in the horse's ear, chuckling as she saw Niamh walk Eros out of the barn looking all prim and proper. "We'll have to look, won't we? Come on then, let's go home." Voodoo knelt, allowing Lokka to climb up with little effort (as she was a fairly tiny thing), grabbing fistfuls of mane to pull herself up. Thus began her bareback ride to her own little cottage, where Voodoo would happily stay without much fuss.

After arriving and taking a lint roller to her once-black pants, she wandered under a tree, brandishing her tablet. "We're going to look for a strapping young man for you." She informed the mare, who lipped at the tablet curiously. "Don't slobber on it!" Lokka said, pushing her nose away and laughing. "Let's see. Who is Jamison partners with?" Lokka looked at Voodoo, who gave her a blank stare. Sometimes she forgot the faerie in the horse only went so far, and she wasn't prone to talking back, even if she understood the question. "Hmm...well, let's look at where you're from, yeah?" Lokka pulled up the Blue Butterfly Farms website, and opened up their stallion page. One by one, she went through the stallions, pointing and waiting for a response from Voodoo. Sometimes she would let out her traditional snort which seemed to translate to "hell no", or she would nicker softly, which Lokka understood as "maybe..." or sometimes she would let out an ear-splitting neigh that sounded somewhat like a cruel cackle. "You're a picky girl...I like that in my women." Lokka said with a chuckle, as she scrolled to the next stallion. At the sight of War Chant, Voodoo nickered and nudged her nose against the tablet, perking her ears up. "That's the one, eh?" The woman looked at him a bit closer, and had to admit that he was a good looking horse, and giant. He was quite a beast for sure. "I'm going to have to do some research, but I'll keep your opinion in consideration." Lokka informed the horse, kissing her velvet nose and standing up again. "I've got to make dinner. You don't wander off."

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Lokka called Blue Butterfly Farms the next day at a socially appropriate time in the United States. She and Rebecca talked about War Chant and the possibilities that could arise from the two horses breeding, and how Voodoo's safety would be ensured. "He can be quite the little shit, but he's becoming more of a gentleman as he gets more...experience." Rebecca said, the smile on her face clear in her voice. Lokka laughed. "If only human men were that well trained." She replied. And it was settled, Voodoo was going to North Dakota, and Lokka was coming with her. Though Voodoo would stay until she birthed, and the baby was healthy enough to travel, Lokka at least wanted to make sure that everything went well with Voodoo's 'first date'.

After the two ladies settled in, Rebecca taught Lokka how to wrap a mare's tail in preparation for breeding, and introduced Lokka to War Chant, who tolerated the attention, but was more concerned over the smell of mare all over them. "Soon enough, big guy." Rebecca told him, patting him on the shoulder. They figured they would wait a few days so Voodoo could acclimate, instead of dropping her in an unfamiliar location and letting War Chant have his way. "I have Ange from Whispering Pines coming tomorrow with her two horses as well. She loves War Chant and wanted to meet him in person, while her two founding Malets came for...well, the same reason as you, except for on your boss's business, I think." "Blue Butterfly Farms: House of Horse Sex...I think I like that better." Lokka commented, snickering.

In the evening, a trailer came jostling down the road, two out of three of the slots occupied, with the empty one in between. One of the creatures in that trailer did not seem happy upon exiting, nearly bowling over the other in his excitement to put his hooves on solid ground. The only thing that made this scene more ridiculous was the tiny girl attempting to hold on to his lead rope. "Lobo. LOBO." She said, giving his lead a little tug, while the other horse just sighed and looked around with a curious expression. "You are impossible." She scolded the giant creature, who was attempting not to prance in excitement, nuzzling his face against the girl's wild blonde hair as if to apologize. When finally her horses were contained, she pushed her hair back away from her freckled face and approached Rebecca and Lokka. "Delivery! I hope you ordered ivory and mousey brown." She announced, and Lokka chuckled. The two women introduced themselves, and Lokka brought Voodoo out to say hello. "She's gorgeous!" Ange gushed, petting the mare's face, who to Lokka's surprise, was completely fine with this, whereas she would have taken Mailin or Jamison's fingers off if they had so much as raised their hand. Lobo couldn't help but want to get in on this greeting action, and immediately was met with an angry face, ears back and teeth bared. "And ferocious too." Lokka added. "All the better, I think. She has personality." Ange agreed, which prompted Lokka to say with a wink, "oh, that's not all."

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Rebecca found a way to give every pair their privacy, ensuring the right stallion found the right mare, and after it was determined no one was going to kill their partner, the three decided to go out to a movie for a little celebration. Meanwhile, War Chant was finding a hard partner in Voodoo, who lashed her tail like a whip, taunting him and pushing him away at the same time. He pranced for her, murmuring sweet nothings, and all he got was a tail to the face and a gnashing of teeth if he got too close. Their dance went on for days. Indeed, Lobo and Ange were already at Whispering Pines by the time they could say for sure that he had finally gotten his way. Lokka took her time saying goodbye to her precious mare, and shook Rebecca's hand before she left on the plane. "I have a feeling we're in for something wild." She said, her ruby lips curved into a smirk, before she climbed into her cab and was whisked away.

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