Pony Oc นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Mrs. Lu, please follow me. There are many beautiful ponies in the stables on the other side of us. You can choose what you like." An Taotao's eyes brightened and followed up in surprise. There are many beautiful ponies in the stables on the other side. They are white, red and black. The eyes of each horse are bright. They look very energetic and dignified. An Taotao compared the height with the horse, a little higher than her, so the horse is suitable for her. Soon, she was attracted by a jujube red pony in the corner. The pony's eyes were brighter, just like two South China Sea pearls. It was very beautiful and flexible, as if it had wisdom.

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

Alice explained, reaching out to pet the nose of Angel, the beautiful, spotted-bodied Mustang mare who had acted like an affectionate dog from the moment Alice and Millie set foot in the stable “And studs are often the home of horses and where their babies are born. Once, when I was a little older than you, your great-grandfather took me to one of the Bianchi's stud farms. I remember it being a very beautiful place.” “Can we go there today?” her baby asked, delighted. “Why, we still have to finish getting to know the horses, don’t we?” Alice tried to distract her and it didn't take her more than a few words to manage "We haven't even seen the ponies yet..." “Josh, Josh! Me and Hoppy want to

I imagined tearful denials and rending of clothes, but I guess ten days in the company of a Lycan King running for your life really does have a way of changing one’s perspective. I keep an eye on her as she wanders across the farm. There isn’t much here anymore, apart from a few tractors and two Shetland ponies grazing in the paddock. I watch as she casually strolls over to the young chestnut mare and puts her hand on the animal’s flank. The horse whinnies and nervously paws at the ground, but when Pippa puts her head in the pony’s neck, the mare calms right down. A few minutes later, the pony throws her head back and affectionately rests it on Pippa’s shoulder.

“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

Shortly thereafter, he shifted his attention back to me, the anticipation of his words hanging in the air. “Have you ridden a horse before?” he asked and I raised a brow. No I haven’t ridden one before. While I had witnessed countless portrayals of horse riding in movies and games, the experience had eluded me. The closest encounter with a horse-like creature had been a black pony, a birthday gift for Kate. Tragically, the pony's life was cut short, despite Kate's fantasy of becoming a queen with a pony sidekick. Her uncle, who owned a ranch, had presented the pony in pursuit of her whimsical dreams.

"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.