Mlp Mare Novels & Stories

Note taken. I will be staying as far away from this corner as humanly possible. I have enough monsters in my life; I don’t need to add a four-thousand-pound one to the list. Leonid turns away from the black stallion, marching over to the adjacent stall where a beautiful, sleek white mare is calmly chewing on some hay. Her large, gentle brown eyes blink at us, her snow-white coat meticulously groomed. “You can have this one,” Leonid declares, his small voice regaining its demanding, authoritative edge.

Andrew added, "As for the final race, your thoroughbred should have won based on pedigree alone. However, what you might have missed is that it was a stallion, while my pick was a mare, and that made all the difference." Mark looked puzzled. "What does gender have to do with winning or losing?" Andrew explained, "Your thoroughbred may be worth a fortune with legendary speed, but it's still an animal ruled by natural instincts. Unfortunately, your stallion was in heat, making it easily distracted by mares. My horse, though older, had one crucial advantage—being a mare. I'm sure everyone can figure out what happened when she got close to an aroused stallion during the race."

Charlotte McCartney At the stable “Now here is Aussie. She's a Fallabella, one of the rarest breeds in the world as well as the rarest breed of horses we have here. Isn't she a darling? And here is Rawrunner we call him that because of how fast he runs, he has won every single race we have signed him off he's more less my favorites”, George said moving from horse to horse. It was obvious that George was having more fun on this tour than most of us. Clearly the boy loved his job.

I managed to hold my head high as we moved through the house, as all the domestic staff stared at me and whispered behind their hands, speculating on my fall from grace. The guard took me to the very back of the pack house, where the stables stood side by side. We stopped at the very last, where a scrawny horse stood, and the guard jerked his chin towards it. "That's your ride," he said. I nodded listlessly and shuffled towards the horse. Then I stretched out my hand inside, patting its neck lovingly. It was a sorrel mare; a very common, brown-furred breed. The only companion I had left.

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.

“Alright, Miss Heels. Let’s get you on a horse. But we’re picking one that’s gentle. Those shoes might not love stirrups.” I grinned. “I’ll manage.” He shook his head, still smiling, and led me back toward the stalls. Jerry led me to a gentle bay mare named Sunny. She was calm and steady, with kind eyes and a soft nose that sniffed my hand when I offered it a carrot. Jerry saddled her up quickly, explaining everything he did—tightening the girth, adjusting the stirrups, and checking the bit. I listened, trying to look confident even though my heart was racing.

At our shelter there was a small rickety stable, in which lived a single mare named Luna and a groom Malik. Malik was in his forties and his favorite pastime was drinking. We hardly crossed paths with him, but everyone in the shelter knew that his wife had left him, and since then he has constantly applied to the bottle, cursing the entire female gender. One day I was sent to clean the stables for a fight with Silva. The local beauty did not appreciate the frogs in her bed and attacked me with screams. According to Clarissa, I should have endured the beatings, but in no case should I spoil such a beautiful face of her favorite. The head had many plans for this very face, she was going to pro

She was graceful, a mountain of white and beyond that she had a belly engorged so heavily that Brandon actually felt uncomfortable looking at it. "She's...so big and is she pregnant? " Was the first thing he managed to blurt out, even though his thoughts had been to say something nice?" Like a proud papa, Ezekiel put his head on Crystal's wide side again, but this time he kept his eyes on Brandon as he said. "Yeah she's big...She's actually the biggest and strongest mare in this whole band. She's got old Lazlo's noses wide open too. They are sort of like the alphas, and he tends to breed with her more too. This will be Crystals third rearing." Ezekiel reported answering Brandon's question at

As they approached the driveway, Sugar pranced at the edge of the paddock. “That’s Sugar,” Tara smiled broadly as she pointed to the mare with pride. “She’s a fine animal. She’s such a strong love for ya. Yes, yes... a strong love indeed.” Maggie said as she inspected the mare with her eyes. “She hurt her wither?” she said more than asked and scowled. “Ooooooeeeeee. That must have been painful!” “Why would you say that?” Tara asked.

Mia: The two days before the mating ceremony came so fast and it hurt to know that my time with him was gradually coming to an end. Looking at myself in the mirror dressed in a pretty white lace dress with a tulle skirt that covered my legs, and a crown of flowers resting on my hair, I looked so beautiful but the sadness was there in the depth of my eyes.