Pony Boy Novels & Stories

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.

Isaac listened with wide eyes, his bread forgotten in his hand. "A horse?" he asked. "A real horse?" "A very real horse. A small one. A pony, actually. His name is Thistle." Isaac's mouth fell open. "Can I see him?" "Soon. I will take you to the stables myself." Isaac turned to look at me, his golden eyes shining. "Mama, can I? Can I see the pony?" "We will see," I said, though I was already planning the trip. Maddox caught my eye and smiled. He knew he had won.

Nothing to make a fuss about. He transferred by the end of the week. People said he “moved upstate”. But I knew better. I remembered. I always remembered. Because Pinegate Hollow doesn’t have room for soft things. Especially not boys who look too long. Especially not at other boys. And especially not when they get seen.

A pony who is looking strange at my deplorable state. I take a deep breath, enjoying my last few seconds of pause, and jump up off the floor. My clothes are full of dirt, but I don't even care anymore. Let's finish this once and for all. I get the card out of the pony and give him the command to return to the stables. An old thing like him, it will not be easy to camouflage in the woods anyway. As soon as he is out of my sight I star to go deeper into the woods.

However, we have one tiny problem: I have no idea how to be a bad boy. I have Asperger's Syndrome, not Einstein's brain so I need help. And since God wouldn't give me a straight away answer, I asked the only one who would: Google. Google Results: The Bad Boy Is: The guy who effortlessly gets the girl you dream about having. The guy women fantasize about and will practically do anything for The guy who sweeps the woman you've always wanted off of her feet, makes her deepest sexual fantasies come true, breaks her heart, and then has her missing and calling him for the next 10 years.

It was going to be a very long day. 'I'm Justin,' the boy beside Suzanne smiled charmingly at her. 'Sorry about what you witnessed earlier,' Suzanne smiled back. She felt the need to apologize. He laughed. 'Its okay, besides...,' he leaned closer to her. 'That other girl seemed scarily mean,' he whispered, stealing a wary look across at Annabelle, who still had her face plastered against the window, oblivious to the goings-on around her. Suzanne laughed. 'She is,' she confirmed, not giving Annabelle a second look.

“Go on, then.” He didn’t overthink it. He just threw it. Pop. The balloon burst. I stared at the board. Then at him. “…That was luck.” He grinned. “Sure.” The man reached up. “Which prize, kid?” Ryker pointed immediately. “The penguin.” The man handed it over. Then looked at me. “Wanna try again, nice fella?” “Shut the fuck up,” I said flatly. Ryker burst out laughing again, holding the penguin close.

“What’s so funny?” “I’m just telling them a few stories of when Victor was a child. That boy had a love for ponies. There was this cartoon show he loved, colorful ponies who would band together to save their world. It was mostly a show catered for little girls, but he didn’t know this at the time.” She laughs. “Don't mention this to him. He will have my head.” I smile as everyone laughs, but my eyes drift to where Colt stands. He’s staring at me too. It’s impossible for us to hide it when we’re near each other.

The two other warrior, guards the rear. Half-way through, Luna's mind began to wander. Once again, she has her father to thank for teaching her how to ride a horse. When she was five her father gifted her a small pony, she named Gallop. It was light brown and very tamed. She had the pony until she was seven and did not stop riding it even after her father allowed her to ride his horse ,Swift. Together they would gallop around the house to the bend going out the main road. She remembered how her father would challenge her to race from time to time. But each time she would lose miserably.

“This damn horse was a breeding legend. Purebred, pure white stallion. The most beautiful coat you’ve ever seen. Long mane. Its offspring are all show horses, too. And the best part?” “Do share.” Matt chuckled, leaning on his club, a smile stretching his reddening cheeks. “She hated him.” I chuckled again as Bob flipped me off. “He scared the shit out of her. She’d been asking and asking for a pony for years, and when Bob finally decides to meet her request, he buys her the biggest, baddest bastard he can find.” “Dude. Those things have a cock the size of—” Matt started but Damon cut him off. The guy was an artist, not a businessman, not that we minded at all. Everyone was laughing at that p