Apple Jacks Pony Novels & Stories

" Two men, one tall and one short, stood in front of the door. The light bounced back so Lily couldn't see the faces of the two men clearly. The guy Lily was going to marry was probably the tall guy standing in the middle of that door. He wears a black suit, his hair is tied in a ponytail, his body is well proportioned. But for some reason, his whole body exuded a coldness that made everyone around him feel fear and submission. In particular, on his hand there is a very prominent red necklace, because there is also a rather large gold wolf attached.

I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. I stepped onto the beautiful patio, which led to a stunning backyard. Alexa sat on a chair, a tray of fruits and juice in front of her. Michael was deep in a conversation with a boy that had an attitude almost similar to his. Meanwhile, Michelle was riding what I guessed was her new pony. Her laughter filled the air. I couldn't help but notice the pony's breed, it looked like a Shetland. I did a double check to be sure, who would give such a lavish present?

Mistakes could also be made because they provided room for growth. It wasn't long before Ben showed up with a giant goofy grin on his face. "Hey girls, did I miss the party?" "Jesus Christ," Jack muttered under his breath and got up to grab himself a drink. "Where are you going princess?" "I need alcohol to deal with you, both of you." Jack was the more serious one of the trio. He was the voice of reason; constantly talking them out of one mischievous idea or the other. "Grab me one while you're at it," Ben replied, taking out his phone.

Jenny dismounts easily, leading the horse back to her stall. The top half of the stable doors are open during the day and Dancer nickers a greeting as they pass, reaching out to nuzzle for one of the small apples he knows she always carries. She laughs as the velvet nose prods at her pocket. Small and wizened from winter storage, still the fruit is sound and sweet and Dancer snorts with pleasure as she offers him his prize. Stallion though he is, Jenny is not afraid of him. She is not permitted to ride him, but she and Dancer are friends, albeit a friendship purchased with apples.

said Applejack. Minutes passed and Bronyium has finished talking to Applejack giving her every single piece of evidence about her and her friends’ jealousy Applejack was in regret and looked at me, suddenly she saw me as a crystal pony with Paific Blue Coat, Dark Goldenrod Mane and Tail with my Harmonic World Peace Cutie Mark. “Well, AJ. We better get going Brony and I better head back to Ponyville” I said. Applejack was confused and shook her head. She saw me as an inkling as Bronyium and I left Sweet Apple Acres. I was glowing as I closed my eyes. “Ponify!” I said. and I slowly morphed into a crystal pony with Paific Blue Coat, Dark Goldenrod Mane and Tail with my Harmonic World Peace Cuti

Tommy grinned crookedly at the label: Prickly Pear Cactus Cooler. “Zeke Blessing,” said the burly farmer, “owner and proprietor of the whole darned shootin’ match. Five dollars’ll get the little lady a ride on Apple Butter here—she just goes round and round in a circle. Hayrides are eight-fifty but they take you all over. Banner day, ain’t it? Rain a-comin’ though.” Richard concurred, paying the man a five and telling him the pony ride for Katelyn would be fine.

Isaac listened with wide eyes, his bread forgotten in his hand. "A horse?" he asked. "A real horse?" "A very real horse. A small one. A pony, actually. His name is Thistle." Isaac's mouth fell open. "Can I see him?" "Soon. I will take you to the stables myself." Isaac turned to look at me, his golden eyes shining. "Mama, can I? Can I see the pony?" "We will see," I said, though I was already planning the trip. Maddox caught my eye and smiled. He knew he had won.

I didn't think Jaxon had ever been in such close proximity to a horse in his life until three weeks ago. That wasn't a judgment. I hadn't either, really. The closest I had come to a horse before meeting Lola was at the county fair. My dad was out gambling, and my mom had taken me, probably to distract both of us from what a mess our lives had become. I still remembered the horse in question. His name was Applejack, and he'd been a beautiful chocolate brown. I hadn't had time to ride him. The man in a cowboy hat was getting ready to saddle me up when my dad had shown up unexpectedly with a huge wad of cash. He'd won big at some poker game, and asked us if we wanted to go out to eat.

sound. Angela's reaction was immediate. She jumped up in excitement, her whole body seeming to light up. In front of them was a store with a large, colorful display featuring characters from the Rainbow Pony show. Standing outside was someone in a full-body costume of a pink pony with a sparkly mane. "Arabella, look! It's Pinkie!" Angela squealed, pointing at the mascot. She turned to Bella, eyes wide with wonder. "It's really her!" Bella smiled down at the little girl, clearly pleased by her reaction. "Do you want to take a picture with her?" she asked.

I decided to name him Loki, continuing with Aunt Kim’s Norse God theme, and Everly wants to run an online contest for the rescue’s social media followers to name the gray mare. We’re taking them, along with the three ponies Jacob is hauling, right to the clinic. He already talked to Crystal, who set up stalls. They’ll stay there until we can be sure they’re healthy and not contagious; though, Jacob told me not to be surprised if the mare needs to stay longer. She’s in rough shape and lacks the light in her eyes Pongo has, looking like she’s completely given up since her previous owners gave up on her.