Pony Curtis Novels & Stories

, indicating he knew Erebus kept in touch with the magic users. "And?" Erebus didn't even flinch. "They tracked her. I'm guessing you don't know how that works. See, it's a royal privilege." Curtis said, smirking at Kitty. Kitty frowned and turned to walk to Winnie. "She's really weird..." Curtis murmured. And before Erebus could teach him that was what a girl with dignity was like, Curtis rushed towards Kitty and said, "I'm the Prince of the werewolf Kingdom, as in--"

Cody began sobbing in joy. The ponygirl heard him sobbing and thought he was hurting. She nuzzled against him again to show him that she liked him. He looked at her and showed her his smile. It was then that she knew he was sobbing from happiness. Gradually the other ponygirls were taken out of the corral and the crowd watching them faded away. That left Cody and the brunette ponygirl alone. Their ponyboots prevented them from sitting so they contented themselves to stand under the tree looking at each other. It was obvious that the two ponies were silently hitting it off. Unfortunately their time was cut short when her master called, "Come here bitch."

"Better get used to it. The whole school's talking about it. Being a school boss is a big deal." "That's what Curtis said," I sighed, thinking about my conversation with him earlier in the day. "Who's Curtis?" Ronnie raised an eyebrow, clearly interested. "Oh, that's Golden boy's real name," I replied, watching as Ronnie stiffened. "No kidding. How did you find out?" she asked. "He dropped by today, and we had some chit chat. Curtis's a nice guy if you get to know him better. He told me a lot about himself," I explained.

Wolfsbane lost an arm in an unfortunate accident during a Wyvern Peak rescue mission four years ago. He was then forced to retire and return to his family home. Wyvern Peak awarded him with the highest honor and bereavement allowance but he decided to donate all the money. He instead made a living by working in construction and stopped intervening in Wyvern Peak’s affairs. “Faster, Curtis. We’re in a rush!” the foreman shouted from a distance. Curtis and the other workers picked up the pace. He carried a few bags of cement with one arm in one go and loaded them onto the truck.