Pony Oc Novels & Stories

"Good morning class. We have a new student amongst us today. Can you please stand and introduce yourself?" I confidently stand up from my seat beside Thea. "Hello everyone. I'm Onda. Onda Silver Thorne." "Talk about weird names." A male voice behind me says causing some people to snicker. I ignore him and continue. “I’m 17 years old and I’m from…” I can’t say Zorah now can I? Say Australia. "Australia?" That came out more as a question. "Where in Australia?" The teacher asks. Katherine. "Katherine?" That also came out as a question.

Noah screeched with joy when Lana and her two little ones stepped out onto the patio. “My sky ponies! Come to Uncle Noah!” The Omega yelled as he kneeled and opened his arms. The little 5 and 3-year-old giggled as they ran toward Noah and their father swallowed an aborted growl as he approached Lana. Lana tried not to laugh as she rubbed Adonis’ back. She thought after 5 years her mate would be used to the Omega calling their Dragons sky ponies, but he isn't. Each time Noah says it you would have thought it was the first time he did it in front of Adonis. Argo immediately pushes forward and wants to fry the marshmallow.

I decided to name him Loki, continuing with Aunt Kim’s Norse God theme, and Everly wants to run an online contest for the rescue’s social media followers to name the gray mare. We’re taking them, along with the three ponies Jacob is hauling, right to the clinic. He already talked to Crystal, who set up stalls. They’ll stay there until we can be sure they’re healthy and not contagious; though, Jacob told me not to be surprised if the mare needs to stay longer. She’s in rough shape and lacks the light in her eyes Pongo has, looking like she’s completely given up since her previous owners gave up on her.

The baby pony, with its velvety coat and big, curious eyes, brought a fragile sense of peace to my chaotic thoughts. I pulled out my phone and snapped a few pictures, capturing the serene beauty of the stable. Without overthinking, I posted them on I*******m, letting the world see a slice of the solace I’d found here. The minutes melted away unnoticed, the rhythmic brushing and occasional nuzzles from the ponies drawing me into a quiet world far from the noise of the party or the drama I’d left behind.

Emily told Chris and Diane about the stories of horses. "Mommy, let's take it home. I like it very much." After playing with the pony for a while, Diane suggested. "No, we can't raise it now. The pony will be happier here." Emily rejected Diane's request. "It won't be, Mommy. The pony likes me very much. Look, it's licking my hand. I want it." Diane was anxious. At that moment, there was a commotion in the distance. Emily placed her hand on her forehead and saw people in a competition.

They averted my gaze and bowed. Luckily I didn't bump into anyone I didn't want to. In a few minutes, we were outside the stables. Orien was saddling a horse whose chest-nut color caught my eyes. Judging from its height, it was nothing less than sixty inches. I looked from its expressive head that went sideways every now and then to its broad forehead and prominent dark eyes to its upright well arched neck, its laid back shoulders, its not so long back, its well defined withers and its strong legs. Definitely a Morgan.

Roscoe said pulling them back to reality. Chuckling between the two men, Evie only observed, “They hate the Ranch.” “Yes, but every room and stall are booked all weekend.” He shook his head. “I don’t get it. But you were right, it’s popular as hell.” “People like to come to Texas for their pony play.” Evie said happily between her men. “Pony play?” Ink asked. “Yeah. Act like a damned horse.” Roscoe said pulling Evie out from between them. “Who are you riding with?”

Noah cried, causing Evelyn to smile as she wrapped her arms around her dad and Nadja. “I think it's okay to do both, Daddy,” ~ “What???... They found hybrid dragons?” Noah said, shocked. The Omega stared at her wide-eyed, digesting what he had just been told. “We have more sky ponies?” Noah asked softly, and Evelyn smiled. “Yes, Daddy, we have more sky ponies. Lots of sky ponies!”

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.

Kie nods, "I see that." Niklaus walks up with his gift, she excitedly opens it, it's a gift of one year of Pony riding lessons at a local stable and a note that says if she does well he'll buy her her own pony on her next birthday! she squeals with excitement as she runs to me showing me her gift,