My Little Pony My Name Novels & Stories

I smiled as it perched on my forehead and played with my rough hair. "Oh sweetheart," I said as I kissed its head. "I probably should give you a name, shouldn't I?" I laughed. "How about i name you...sweet...tie." I patted its head as it hopped excitedly like he understood what I was saying. "Since you are such a sweet little bird, I think the name sweetie befits you." I rose up from the bed and yawned loudly. "Do you know…" I began as I trotted to my desk. "That name sweetie was the same name given to the disney princess, Snow white's pony."

I look down at his wide, brown eyes. “That’s me, Sir.” “Could I have your autograph please? My daddy over there,” he points to a tall, lanky guy with messy, floppy hair who gives me a wave, I give him a nod back. “My daddy said it’d be alright to come ask you.” I lower down on my haunches to be eye to eye with the little fella. “Absolutely. What’s your name?” “Langton Miles.”

I searched my mind for the name I was given at birth, but there was only one name in my head. "SpongeBob" I mumbled as I felt my eyes droop. He chuckled lightly before catching me as I almost fell from the stool. "Alright SpongeBob, let's get you home." I let him take me to his car since I had no clue where mine was, and I had no idea why I just saw a monkey in a wig walk past me. "Hey what's your name?" I asked him even though I knew I was about to pass out. "Sheldon."

And survived. “Your dragon, little fox,” he rumbled as he stared down at me. “My name is Cyan.” Epic response. We wouldn’t even go into how ridiculously breathy my voice was. “As you wish, my princess,” he murmured, that infuriating smirk ticking his lips upward seconds before they crashed down on mine.

Deep dimples appeared on both her cheeks, making her look even more adorable. My chest skipped a beat. She had called me Luna. Her smile alone was enough to drown out the hostility from the rest of the pack members. I held both her hands. “What’s your name?” “Juniper,” she answered quickly. “But since you’re my friend, you can call me Jun.” I laughed out loud. “I’m your friend now?” “Yes, Luna…” Her voice dropped. “Or… don’t you want to be friends like the other kids?” she asked, pouting sadly.

How extraordinary. “Correct,” she said, her lips curling into a sad smile. “My name is Mileena. But you used to call me Milly… or Little Star.” Her voice broke slightly at the last words, the weight of emotions she hid behind her smile shining through. “I’ve missed hearing that.”

I pleaded and I was feeling irritated by what was going on and how I was begging him but I knew it was needed. “Now that we have that settled out, what are the names of your Kids? And what is your name.” He asked huskily and I had to restrict Athena from purring out loud. “I’m sorry I didn’t introduce myself and my children earlier. I’m Phoebe and they are Luna and Apollo.” I informed him knowing if I had called their second names, they would have had a hard time getting used to the name. “Phoebe, Luna and Apollo.” He repeated and I’m not sure my name had ever sounded that sweet rolling from someone’s mouth.

Then if it wasn’t me, who was it? It didn’t take long before I found the answer to my lingering question. The same reason behind my embarrassing attitude toward DK and my anger-fueled emotions towards Mikey. “But my name is Persephone, not Anya.” Finally, my wolf has a name.

Rolling her eyes, she promises her aunt that she'll be ready in five minutes. As Rose continues to gaze at her reflection, her mind consumed by the lingering remnants of her unsettling dream, a name emerges from the depths of her subconscious. As Rose's mind lingers on the memory of being referred to as ‘little lamb,’ a sudden realization strikes her. The name that surfaces in her thoughts, resonates with a sense of familiarity and significance. "Blaze Falcon," she whispers softly, the syllables rolling off her tongue.

I hate and love it at the same time. When I was younger, my father used to call me Little Lana. He said I was a carbon copy of her—same lips, same hair, same bone structure. If only I didn’t have Heterochromia, she and I could be mistaken as twins. Being young, I thought Lana was really part of my name. But when one of my home tutors asked me who my name was and I answered Lana, she spanked my hand with a ruler and pressed that my name was Caterina Mari. It took me days to get use to it.