My Little Pony Games Ponies Play Novels & Stories

He huffed as the children around giggled as they watched us, and the parents stared wide eyed. I laughed because he looked so cute on a pink pony. I eventually found a game of shooting, but sadly, there were no bullets in the gun, just balls of paint. Each team had a different colour of paint in their guns and had five persons each, but Gavrael and I insisted on being the only ones on our own team. With our enhanced reflexes and senses, winning the game was a walk in the park.

I said carefully, “but I can play your favorite game with you for a little while if you want.” Her eyes sparked. “Really?” she asked, voice quaking. “Really,” I replied. She squealed in joy, stamping her little feet as she spun in a tiny circle. I giggled. “So what is your favorite game?” I asked, leaning back on my hand. “Pretty Princess Power Dance!” she exclaimed. I blinked. “I…don’t think I’m familiar with that one,” I said, smiling. “How do I play?” “Well,” she said, taking a deep breath, “I’m a pretty princess with magic powers that I can only use if I do this really cool dance sequence and it lets me shoot pink fire out of my hands and it makes my enemies go poof!”

The truth always made its way out. “No way,” Marcus protested, his eyes widening slightly. “Last time we played I ended up admitting I still watched My Little Pony .” Taliana let out a loud laugh, though she quickly apologized to Marcus before saying, “I’m totally in.” Sebastian sat back as Michael explained the rules, and the game began. Jude had flat-out refused to play before storming off in protest of Taliana’s drinking, and it took a little convincing to get Marcus to participate, but he soon gave in and chugged from the bottle before passing it around. Michael had taken it upon himself to begin the first round and scanned the players’ faces.

Noah screeched with joy when Lana and her two little ones stepped out onto the patio. “My sky ponies! Come to Uncle Noah!” The Omega yelled as he kneeled and opened his arms. The little 5 and 3-year-old giggled as they ran toward Noah and their father swallowed an aborted growl as he approached Lana. Lana tried not to laugh as she rubbed Adonis’ back. She thought after 5 years her mate would be used to the Omega calling their Dragons sky ponies, but he isn't. Each time Noah says it you would have thought it was the first time he did it in front of Adonis. Argo immediately pushes forward and wants to fry the marshmallow.

Curious looks met my announcement. "What kind of game?" Tommy asked. "It's called beer pong." I grinned. "It's quite popular." "Beer pong?" Collins tested the words. "Never heard of it." "That's because you've all lived your entire lives in the lycan realm." I started explaining the rules. "Two teams. Cups arranged in a triangle. You throw a ball and try to land it in the opponent's cups." "Sounds simple enough." Freya nodded. "Simple but fun." I helped them set up the cups. "Trust me."

The next day, we were sitting at the table playing the game called Onde. Conor had a small basket with snacks and cider brought in while we played. It had been quiet and peaceful all day. Conor was helping me play against Bart and Joanne since it was easier to learn when you played on a team. Sixth round and we have lost each one. I was not very good at this game, but I was told that this too would be something I would need to practice. “We should play Conquain again.” I said to Joanne with a smirk. I can at least win at that!

Not one bit of it. “What kind of something?” I asked slowly. “A pony.” I blinked. “A what.” “A robotic pony,” he clarified, nearly slicing into his steak. “It responds to voice commands. Learns behavior patterns from its owners. And yes, it's completely safe for kids.” The twins’ eyes lit up instantly. I closed mine. So, was this his plan? “No.” Axel frowned. “No?” “No,” I repeated. “Absolutely not.” “It’s already on the way.”

The air smelled of roasted meat and earth, and underneath it all was the sound of life: pups chasing one another, mothers gossiping, warriors arguing over strategy while pretending they weren’t off-duty. Joey clapped her hands once, loudly enough to draw everyone’s attention. “Alright, listen up! Today we’re breaking the monotony. We’ve fought, we’ve bled, we’ve sulked in our rooms” her eyes flicked dramatically to Devon, who only blinked at her “but today, we play.” The warriors groaned. Someone shouted, “Play what?” Joey grinned wickedly. “Everything.” The first game was tug-of-war. Joey had somehow found an absurdly thick rope, and when she planted it on the ground, the pups immediately s

Touch… Chloe gave a shake of her head in an effort to clear her mind of the foggy haze that seemed to be encompassing her. "I don't know what game you are playing, Timothy, but—" she began "I never play games, honey... Not anymore" he assured her softly. She didn't know what to think about him calling her honey, but for the moment Chloe was too concerned by the threat he represented to her, to her equilibrium, to bother asking him about it. "You are playing one right now. And it isn't funny." she reproved. "Please don't say things like that if...please just don't"

Finn stared at the outstretched hand, looking from the library aisle and the safety of his solitude toward the door where the world, his mom, and the gossip were waiting for him. Taking a deep breath, he adjusted his glasses and reached out. His hand felt smaller in mine, though his grip was tentative but firm. "Three months," Finn agreed, his voice shaking slightly. "But if you make me go to a football game, I'm breaking up with you." A grin broke across my face while closing my fingers around his, sealing the deal completely. "Deal," I declared. "Now, come on. We have a party to crash."