Mlp Mare Novels & Stories

Millie furrowed her eyebrows, trying to repeat the word. “Hippodrome is a place where people take their horses to ride, participate in competitions and other things.” Alice explained, reaching out to pet the nose of Angel, the beautiful, spotted-bodied Mustang mare who had acted like an affectionate dog from the moment Alice and Millie set foot in the stable “And studs are often the home of horses and where their babies are born. Once, when I was a little older than you, your great-grandfather took me to one of the Bianchi's stud farms. I remember it being a very beautiful place.”

“She’s strong, but she’s new to all this.” He nods solemnly. “I know. I won’t let anything happen to her.” I feel the heat rise in my chest at their concern. They’re risking an awful lot just to take me home. Leo helps me mount the dappled mare they’ve chosen for me. She’s tall and sure-footed, with soft eyes and a steady gait. I grip the reins, nerves and excitement twining through me like ivy. Leo swings up onto his horse, a powerful black stallion that seems almost too perfectly matched to him. Marek rides beside him, issuing quiet orders to the warriors who fan out to either side of us in protective formation.

Mel presses her lips together and rubs her belly in small circles. “Okay,” River chirps suddenly, too brightly. “This is as much unpacking as my ADHD can take …” “Come on, Lils. Let’s go to the stables. One mare is supposed to foal. I want to check that out.” “I want to explore, not see a messy horse delivery,” Luke argues, following her out anyway. Two guards appear from the shadows. I recognize Marco by now. He’s Rosa’s kid … the Brazilian nanny who helped name the Blackburns.

And for all his good will, both mares suffered for it. Kilvic waved a frantic hand as the carriage arrived. He knew the moment the mares noticed him. Like most of their demon kind which were only used by the military forces in each kingdom, their attention was shown in the direction of their ears. It was a while before Tivltet, who sat at the front of his carriage with reins in hand, took notice of him. Kilvic made eye contact with the mares who seemed to regard him as if contemplating how much of a threat he would be before the peddler pulled them to a stop.

Moira urged, continuing to stroke Mirielle's hair. “I think I want to. Let’s go to the usual equestrian club, okay?! I miss Marlon, the strong and tough black horse,” she said excitedly, making Moira smile. "How did you get to know Marlon?" asked Moira. Marlon was a horse at the equestrian club that Jude really liked, and coincidentally, Moira liked him too. They used to come horseback riding, but for some reason, Marlon was never available for her to ride.

We soon reached the stables, where I was surprised by how many foals I saw. I used to love horseback riding as a kid, but I hadn't been in a saddle in years. "Midnight gave birth shortly after you left," mother said. "I know she was your favourite mare, but she passed away a few years ago. The three black stallions you see are her last descendants." Marcus had told me about the incident, in those days when he would still bother to write to me even though I never responded. I felt guilty now, knowing how bad things had gotten between us. But maybe we could fix that eventually.

Not that I didn’t have ideas about horses, but right now, my head was too clouded with thoughts of Autumn that I could barely see clearly. “Go ahead, point it to me,” Maria urged. She sounded like she suspected that I hadn’t been paying attention, and she was right. I had almost forgotten that Maria was not a naïve or stupid woman. She was smart and sensitive. If I had remembered this, maybe I would have out in extra effort to concentrate. I looked into the pitch, trying so hard to remember the particular horse. There were three mares on the pitch; black, brown, and white…so why couldn’t I remember the one she placed a bet on? Shouldn’t their names be written on them or something for easier

The mare grabbed his attention even when he didn't know that it belonged to her. "Pratap gifted her this mare when Mira was just fourteen years old. The animal was also young, you can say that they have grown up together and Mira was fascinated with this beautiful mare. She named her after her heart shaped mark on her forehead... I must say that Mira has done an exceptional job in training her... Dil is the strongest and fastest one among all." He was proud. Damon smirked. "I want this mare!" Uday looked at him hesitated.

I look at him. "She is beautiful. Honestly, if you put a horn on this horse she could pass as a unicorn", I slowly stroke her body, she is perfect. "She is an Andalusian horse, Jaguar is a Friesian horse and fish, well fish is a fish" I laugh shaking my head, he is far from a fish, and Jaguar is beautiful and black, he reminds me of the story black beauty. "Okay Fish is a Knabstrupper, I had hoped MJ would look at the spots and call him Dalmatian, spot, but no he got fish" I laugh, the horse is unusual I have never seen a horse with spots.

“Duncan, Burn’s mare has gone into labour, I really could do with some help.” It was the groom from the stables making Duncan all but fall out of bed, he yanked his jeans on and pulled a t-shirt over his head while he ran barefoot the half mile from the accommodation block to the stables. He could hear the mares laboured breathing before he even entered the stables and it sounded like she was struggling. “It’s a breech birth.” panted the groom, his skin glistening with sweat, “We need to turn the foal but it’s going to take both of us.”