Mlp Filly Oc Novels & Stories

I walked over and put my hand on its nose and giggled, “he’s soft, and so big, is he a Clydesdale?” He smiled, “yes, they all are,” he looked over his shoulder and our hands touched, he grabbed it, “come you need to see this.” I didn’t protest this time and just went along with him, his face was full of excitement and his eyes twinkled, “now this little girl is special,” he opened a stall, and I smiled wide. “She’s beautiful,” a golden-haired filly-foal stood there, a blanket over its back, “where’s her Momma?”

“Whatever the lady wants. I’m never turnin’ the lights off again.” “Be a little hard to sleep.” “There won’t be a whole lot of sleepin’ goin’ on tonight.” ******* Two weeks later… The dappled gray filly pranced inside the training arena. She’d trot up to the fence, but the second Macie held her hand out to touch her, the high-spirited horse would whinny and race away. “Pretty, ain’t she?” “Gorgeous. She seems to have a mind of her own.”

I have heard rumours that there is another shifter hanging around my pack territory, and I need to go check it out, I have no idea what shifter it is or anything really, I know is she is a female, but a rouge is a rouge no matter female or male and we do not tolerate rouges in my pack land. As I went looking for the intruder, I come across a stunning chestnut filly drinking water from one out creek. She was one of the most stunning creatures I have ever laid my eyes on. I have been looking at getting myself a nee horse to bring on to have something for myself to do to take some away from alpha deities, she looks perfect, I bet she will be a right handful, but she is a challenge I am wanting

she began. "Not too long ago, a mama race horse, often called a mare, gave birth to three wonderful kids. Two males, called colts, and a female, called a filly. Their life was definitely going to be one of bliss and prosperity since they were the children of a talented and world-renowned race horse. They were supposed to have their whole life ahead of them. But one day, mama race horse made a big mistake while jumping over one of the steeples during an important race. She fell down and all her body weight came crashing down on her leg, breaking a number of bones. She was never going to be able to walk again, talk less of being able to race anymore. Just like that, one of the only things she

They averted my gaze and bowed. Luckily I didn't bump into anyone I didn't want to. In a few minutes, we were outside the stables. Orien was saddling a horse whose chest-nut color caught my eyes. Judging from its height, it was nothing less than sixty inches. I looked from its expressive head that went sideways every now and then to its broad forehead and prominent dark eyes to its upright well arched neck, its laid back shoulders, its not so long back, its well defined withers and its strong legs. Definitely a Morgan.