My Little Pony The Cart Before The Ponies の小説・ストーリー

Blindly, I stretched to the night table to take up the noisy phone to turn off the alarm when my hands brushed against something, and it fell to the floor. Abruptly, I jolted out of bed to check what could have fallen. Perturbed, I scrutinized the objects. I found a card and a stuffed pony of Princess Celestia from “My Little Pony.” I used to watch the animation as a kid, and this character was my favorite. I even used to beg my Dad to get me a pony since I was his little princess. He was very happy when I outgrew that phase. Although I had many other phases after that.

In the darkness of the night, Carolyn looked up at Carsen, her eyes shimmering. Carsen couldn't resist reaching out and pinching her cute little face when he saw her. Then, he casually pointed in the direction behind her. Carolyn suddenly turned her head and looked back. The door to the puppet show aisle opened, and the music started playing. The puppet show began. The cartoon characters she liked appeared one by one, dancing and walking towards her, and finally surrounded her and Carsen in the middle.

Xienma, Xavier, and Cassie stood in the center of this enchanted realm, their hearts pounding with a mix of excitement and trepidation. Xienma's eyes widened as she took in the sight of the creatures around them. Unicorns grazed peacefully on lush, vibrant grass, their manes shimmering with iridescent hues. Phoenixes soared through the sky, their feathers leaving trails of fire and light. Xienma felt a surge of awe and wonder, her connection to the ancient magic within her growing stronger with each passing moment.

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.”

Yet unlike Allan, they were not able to have the Cupid's Ponies accept their offering with their bare hands. Surprisingly, this time around it was Niccoli's time to shine. Aside from passing the activity by having the Cupid's Ponies ate his thrown fruit. It also accepts his offering and ate the fruit in his hand. More importantly, the Cupid's Ponies who interacted with Niccoli choose to show itself! The Cupid's Ponies views Niccoli as a trustworthy person. Everyone looked awed by the appearance of the Cupid's Ponies. It looks like a horse and its color is white as milk. It spread its wide wings showing its beautiful rainbow color that matches its tail. Its horn is also glowing red just like

I fed them some hay, watching their soft noses nuzzle against my hands in trust. “If only life were this simple,” I whispered, my voice barely audible over the occasional snort from the ponies. For a fleeting moment, I allowed myself to escape—just an hour to breathe and think before facing the tangled web of emotions waiting outside. "You like it?" I murmured, brushing the pony’s soft fur gently. Its small ears twitched, and it leaned into my touch as if understanding my words. I let out a soft sigh, feeling a rare moment of calm in its presence. The baby pony, with its velvety coat and big, curious eyes, brought a fragile sense of peace to my chaotic thoughts.

MILES POV Thorin chuckled and slapped a hand on my back. His chest puffed with pride. “I am proud of all the pups, mine, Carters, Beasts and the pack pups. They are some of the strongest and most efficiently trained pups in the country. We run the Royal Junior program every July and August before school. Carter and I send our boys there, and they come back exhausted and even more appreciative of what we have maintained here.” Carter shook his head and joined in later.

It must’ve been correct because l’Airone’s face lit up, and she clapped her hands. Mage Jaye said, “Make the heron into a pony, please.” I had been expecting her to ask for a bluejaye, not a pony, but I obliged. A white pony, complete with saddle, stood in front of us, letting out a loud whiny. “How about a donkey?” Swan requested. Again, the animal form shifted to create a donkey, crying, “Hee haw, hee haw!” I put a pack and a blanket on its back, like I’d seen in some old western movies.

Nostrils flared again before the unicorn explained, “those you claim as Goddesses, and their shape-shifting children.” “Oh,” Fenryn nodded in understanding. He frowned and then said, “wait, even the Goddesses are like children to you? I just-... how OLD are you then?” A disgruntled sound came from the unicorn, he was obviously annoyed and perhaps a little offended at the question, however, he replied none the less, “I have been around even before this world became as small as it is now, but time is not something my people think much on. Many things change, but nothing really changes at all.”

“And why did your mom marry your dad?” “According to song, because of his-” “Hey!” Pagan warned. “Kids.” “Can you play the Unicorn Song?” one of the girls asked. “I don’t know the words to it.” Siobhan admitted. “I do good to remember the chorus.” “There was green alligators and long necked geese, some humpty-backed camels and some chimpanzees, some cats and rats and elephants, but sure as you’re born, the loveliest of all was the unicorn.” The kids all sang.