Goofy Ahh Horse Novels & Stories

"The Golden Ausman horse is like the Ferrari of horses. It's a national treasure of Bahari. I used to pester my dad to get me one, but he was always worried I might have an accident while riding. He was reluctant to let me get too close to horses," Alyssa said. In the glow of the lights, Alyssa excitedly stroked the golden fur of the Ausman horse. The pulses beneath her fingertips made her heart race. Suddenly, her tongue felt dry, and an image flashed in her mind. Jasper was standing before her. He was bare and muscular, and his chest was wild and firm.

“Not everyone’s trying to break records here, you know.” I laughed, feeling a warmth spread through me as I looked at the two of them. It was a beautiful moment of lightness, one that felt genuine and uncomplicated. As we passed the stable once again, Harry started to talk about some of the other horses, telling me their names and little quirks. His voice was animated, and I could tell he loved the stables, his fondness for the horses obvious with every word. “That one over there,” he pointed towards a nearby enclosure, “is Apollo. He’s probably the fastest of the lot but has a bit of a temper. Took me ages to get him to stop nipping at my boots whenever I walked by.”

" Then, that's definitely not! What happened!" " God!! Why didn't you stop me??!!" " I couldn't help myself!!... I mean I was too late." " God! I made out with a freaking horse!!! Can today get any worse?!?!!!" " If it makes you feel any better, it was a very attractive Silver horse. " " If it makes you feel any better, would you like your funeral to be held today??!!" " * Chuckles* If it means the last thing I see is your adorable face, then I wouldn't mind at all."

Ann said. “Who says? Brampton is too much of a darling” Anna announced. “Amber is a mare, and I'm sure there somewhere in mother's book of propriety that states that a lady should never climb a stallion” Ara added. “ Horses are of the same specie, and I'm not sure if I have said this before, but you can be quite boring Ara” Anna concluded. “I'm not boring I'm just way more of a proper young lady than you are” Ara replied rolling her eyes at her sister's arguments.

He is just giggling away as he looks at it cantering around in circles in front of him. When he finally gets to it, he reaches out and barely touches it while making a small boop noise. The horse pops and the drops go flying just as he starts laughing so hard that he begins to fall on his but. Chelsea swoops in with the save and cushions his head with air as he falls.

Thanks to Jake and his friendliness, he not only got her horse moving but also discovered that he had a bruised hoof that made him grumpy and unmoving. She relished the view of him helping the groom tend to the horse's hoof. He seemed so fucking kissable when he gave her a satisfying smile after he had returned. "Want to ride my horse with me?" He had asked so lovingly that there was no way Aria would say no.

Jayden "Can you stop staring at me from behind?" Allison glared, her eyes blazing with intensity. "It's not like I have any ass." I stopped grooming the horse and rubbed its face, my eyes locked on Allison. "Who cares about ass when you've got such a beautiful back and waist?" Allison sighed, shaking her head, and ran her hands through the hay on the horse's tray. "You know, it fits you," I muttered. She turned to me, her face furious.

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅• Katherine's laughter danced in the air, a delightful sound carried by the gentle breeze as Zayn shared the tale of his first horseback riding adventure. It was a story filled with youthful bravado and a runaway horse, depicting young Zayn being dragged upside down, his leg stuck in the stirrup, until a timely rescue saved him from what could've been an incredibly embarrassing (or even tragic) ending.

She stepped forward, her hand hovering near the horse’s back, making sure it was safe this time. "Yes, he’s as harmless as a puppy," Stephanie replied with a smile, her eyes twinkling with affection for the animal. Michele took a tentative step forward and lightly ran her fingers over Emiliano’s fur, giggling softly as the horse nuzzled her hand. As I watched them, the excitement of the girls began to rise. "I want to ride him now!" one of them exclaimed. The others quickly joined in, their voices a chorus of eagerness and energy. I could see that they were caught up in the moment, swept away by the joy of the animals and the freedom they represented.

“I don’t know. I don’t see them.” My foot presses down a little harder on the gas. “Okay, go down to the pasture, close the gate, and tell me how many horses you see. There should be eight and Bowser, the cow. He’s not a black and white cow,” I quickly add, knowing my brother is the epitome of “city boy” and thinks all cows are black and white. “He’s kind of an orange color with shaggy fur and horns.” “Is it going to attack me?”