Pony Curtis Novels & Stories

“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

“I heard about the contest, too. If Patty wasn’t pregnant, I would have tried to convince her to enter. If she won, we would have gotten five hundred smackeroos.” Curt’s eyebrows arched. “You do know the ladies were required to ride the bull in their bras.” “What? Oh, hell no. I don’t want a bunch of men eyeing my wife in her bra,” he said with frown. Curt chuckled. “Anyway, there was this one chick who got on the bull. Gorgeous brunette. She was brazen – took her top and bra off.” “Wow,” Goldman said.

Carolina said childishly as she smeared the butter on her small mouth, "Mommy and Jeremy are right in everything they say. Daddy, what about that ponies you promised to buy for me last night? When can I see them? I want to be friends with them. " Looking at this little glutton, Bernard could only silently take a tissue and wipe off the cream on his daughter's mouth. "Don't worry, I'll get Corbin to buy it for you today, but are you sure you want to become friends with the pony?" Bernard was suddenly worried about his daughter's IQ. "Yeah, Mommy said that the little animals are also our good friends, we have to love and protect them. When the pony comes back, I will go feed it grass every day

He doesn’t want to argue with Lendon cause he never treated him unjustly, despite those times Lendon had severe lousy mood swings. “She is my savior. The only one that can cure me, Curtis. I need her to find the cure for my poison. Did you forget that?” Lendon continued. “But…” “But what?” Lendon glanced at Curtis and asked coldly. Curtis shut up immediately. “Curtis, did you have a lover?” Lendon suddenly asked after a while. “What?” Curtis was puzzled. “Did you love someone before?” Lendon asked again. Curtis didn’t know why Lendon asked him this question suddenly and felt nervous. He hesitated for seconds and answered honestly, “Yes.”

-Curtis: Toots, I want to see you in that daring black lace underwire bustier with cutout panties. I blushed with an exciting grin. -Me: Just name the time and I'll be ready for you. -Curtis: Eleven should be good. Most of these guys are usually in their own zones by then. -Me: Don't disappoint me, Curtis. I truly miss you. -Curtis: I am trying to get some days off so that I can have you to myself. I will officially make you mine when I get back. Are you ready to be marked by me?

“Give her back the dog.” “John, don’t be an ass, Curtis lives on my street.” “You know these punks?” Lizzy moved to stand next to Mr. Nose Candy aka Curtis. “Yes, they’re on summer vacation for a couple of weeks. They’ve come home from boarding school.” “Why were you arguing with Curtis?” “He was supposed to mow our lawn on Sunday and he didn’t show up. So guess who was the plonker, who ended up having to do all the work!” Lizzy glared at Curtis.

At Wind Winders Pack, the same time: Curtis was training by himself, pushing up a weight, when he felt a presence behind him. Turning around, he saw Penny, the girl whom his cousin had rescued during the problem that had ensued during his birthday. "Hey…What are you doing out here? It's still early." He queried, staring at her all over. She was looking very beautiful as usual, but she wasn't his mate.

Five Years Later “Go, Dom!!!” Nine-year-old Trevor Calisto was cheering on his cousin from the fences as the boy broke into a gentle canter on his horse. Both their fathers were in the corral coaching him along the little ride. He chose the 8month old Friesian Colt a day ago when his father Killian told him it was time to get his own horse. Vincent bred top of the line horses, and the Friesian breeds he bred strictly for family. The colt was black as night with a calm demeanor matching his new master's attitude. The two boys were excited. Now they can both ride together around the ranch.

They arrived at the largest racetrack in the suburbs of New York. Caitlin held Howard's small hand as they walked and asked, "Howard, do you know how to ride a horse?" Howard shook his head. "Today, Mommy will teach you how to ride. We’ll pick the right pony for you." Caitlin patted Howard’s head, and Howard felt extremely happy. Today, it would be just him and Mommy, no Bruce or Arthur around. He could finally spend time with Mommy alone! They arrived at the stable. Caitlin helped Howard pick a chestnut-colored pony, and Howard liked it very much.

This was Margot's first time receiving a piggyback from Curtis. She was extremely pleased. She pretended to be clueless as she replied, "What do you mean by fulfilling my promise?" "Stop playing dumb. Believe it or not, I'll throw you into that pond over there and feed you to the fish." She stuck her tongue out. "I'm not scared," she retorted. Curtis was pissed. He started walking toward the direction of the pond while carrying her. The further they went, the darker their surroundings became.