My Little Pony Fanfiction Novels & Stories

she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with excitement. Penelope chuckled softly. “Oh really? Tell me all about it.” Anya sat up straighter, her face animated. “I dreamed I was a princess in a giant castle made of candy! And you were my fairy godmother with wings that sparkled like diamonds!” Penelope laughed, brushing a stray curl from Anya’s forehead. “A fairy godmother? That sounds magical. Did I grant you any wishes?” Anya nodded eagerly. “Yes! You gave me a flying unicorn and a crown made of jelly beans!”

The lamb who willingly led herself into the monster’s lair. Alcina’s fingers dig in, just a bit more, into Brendan’s hand. That impetuous, gleaming eye glaring up at him, lip curled in a frown. The image of Brendan’s salvation in a pretty, petulant little package. “I am not a lamb,” she says. Alcina tilts her chin as though plaintively seeking- Brendan’s smile widens. Ah. “No,” he agrees, shifting to lay down, aligning his body along Alcina’s with a small smirk. “You are my little dragon.”

Every little girl wants a pony and the two of them were no different. “You insisted on bringing it home, even though it snapped at you every time you tried to put your hand near its muzzle.” Pippa gives Mare a look. Probably because even at eight years old, Mare was determined to take home that mean old pony, despite all the other younger, nicer ponies that were also there.

He snapped at her and her ears stood on edge. "Wh…what? Rap…raped? Her eyes bulged and she held her shirt. She was almost raped and be saved her and brought her home? That was when she realized she was in her PJ'S. She flushed. Was he the one who changed her dress? So he probably saw…. Sapphire turned red. "You're banned from going to the club" Lance said suddenly. Sapphire gasped. "What? You can't do that" "Can't I? His tone was intimidating and Sapphire swallowed.

Even if it wasn’t real. So if I was in a fantasy dream, then that would explain the glowing eyes, and why my books were coming true, because it was all in my own crazy soup head, anyway. Ha! Maybe Dominic was a werewolf. I mean that’s what he is in my book. And I was his Luna. I laughed out loud at that one. Yeah sure Theia, because why would you of all people actually think you could be a Luna to a hot fantasy werewolf. His jackass murderous friend was right on one thing. Even for a human, I was weak.

“Today our teacher asked us to write about something which does not exist in real life but can be found only in books.” “And what did you write about? Prince Noah?” “No. Princes do exist in real life.” She pointed out. “I was never fond of becoming a queen or princess.” “Then what did you choose to write?” “Ok. Promise me you won’t make fun.” “I won’t. Now spill.” He said a little sternly. “I wrote about werewolves.” He almost choked on his water. “You wrote what? …” Without realizing he had intense emotions on his face she kept telling him, “Werewolves. I love their books. After reading werewolves’ stories I used to imagine myself as a Luna.” She giggled.

His father tried to reason. As they spoke, his mother walked into his office. His mother, the luna of the pack, Caua Wolf was a woman in her early fourties. She was only a little over five foot which made her very short compared to her husband and son. She had long brown hair and brown eyes that shone whenever she spoke. She also had very soft features. She was a caring mother and a kind luna. All the people of the pack love her for her good heart, and Rodriguez loved his mom more than anyone else.

Something moved through my chest, but I didn't answer that. Noah looked back at the coffee table and the silence stretched out between us. Outside, somewhere down the corridor, I could hear voices — two of my men were doing a rotation change. "How can I make it up to you," I said. He looked at me sideways, thinking about it, taking the question seriously in the way he did everything. "You could let my mom go," he said. "Then we can go home and I can see my friends at school. Thomas and Bayo. They're my best friends. Thomas has a dog." He paused. "I don't have a dog."

The ceiling fan nearly kissed his forehead, “This is… pinker than I was prepared for.” I turned, horrified. “Don’t.” But he was already walking in slow circles, eyes taking in every painfully preserved detail like he’d just wandered into a shrine dedicated to a glitter-obsessed child. “Are those...” He squinted. “Unicorn sheets?” I covered my face, “I was sixteen.” He turned to look at me, “You were sixteen sleeping on sparkly unicorn sheets?” “There was trauma happening all around me!” I hissed. He picked up a plush bunny off the shelf, held it by the ears like it might bite him. “And what’s this little guy’s name? Sir Fluffington the Third?”

, I don't even know if I'm thinking right. The Warriors party is tomorrow, I should tell her how I feel or might end up losing her, better fast than slow. //////////////////////////////////////////// POV(FIONA), I laid on my back and rolled over and over again on my bed, the Warriors party is tomorrow and I'm going to be a server?, How hilarious!, I wish the ground would just open up and swallow me up, but for real that is a lie, I want to live more than anyone, I want to sit on that chair at the top, I want to dress up in a fancy gown and with a touch of make-up.