Pony Scary Novels & Stories

He rubbed me while still sucking my nipples, suddenly he stopped and bent down to my womanliness,he stared at it before removing my pant,what he did next surprised me,he put his mouth there and he gently sucked on me. I immediately lost it,I felt myself at the edge,he suddenly put his finger in me. I tried to suppress the pain I felt but I couldn't ,I gave whimper. He continued till I felt my self shaking and vibrating,the pleasure was too much. It took me about 3minutes to recover. He looked at me lovingly before asking "Are you ready to take me in...??"I grew scared and nervous, I have never done it but I don't want him to know.

Storm didn’t walk in carried like something fragile. He marched through the doors holding his favorite wolf plushie by one ear, eyes enormous, awe rolling through him like thunder. “Appy birfday, Stom!” the toddlers chorused — some lisping, some yelling it like a war cry. The courtyard outside had been turned into a miniature fair. Real pony rides circled under strings of glowing lanterns, each pony braided in ribbons and bells. A shining carousel turned slow and proud near the orchard fence — Ryker’s gift, something he’d sworn was “temporary,” though everyone already knew it wasn’t going anywhere.

she says, nodding and laughing. I shudder at that, having once seen two zebras attack each other and basically stomp each other to death. They are crazy and we don’t go anywhere near them! My mate and his father come back just as quickly as they left and I realize Mase has interlaced our hands. We all wait and look at the males for an answer.

I looked like a voodoo doll about to be used to perform the most diabolical satanic ritual ever recorded in history. Wendy took one look at me and grimaced. "What the fuck is that?! Do you plan on scaring the horses to death?" "They are already used to seeing me look hideous," I responded with a shrug. The horses had no problem with my appearance. It was the people that were scared. "Get out of that abomination before I get back or you'd taste my wraith." Wendy stumped out of the room in the same way the giants would have done while Jack climbed the bean stock.

"No!" I got on a pony. Woah! It's slipping and I couldn't sit properly. "How did you sit so comfortably?" She laughed out loud. The pony I'm sitting on ran like hell. She patted the pony after she caught the pony. The pony got silent suddenly. "Is it a male?" "I don't know, why?" "Every man likes you." "Is it? Then… What about you? Do you like me?" I am at a loss for words. Why couldn't I say anything to her. She's asking me in a friendly manner so it's not wrong to say that I like her back in a friendly way too.

If any of them felt threatened, they might do something stupid, like throw a bolt of lightning at me or something. I wanted something impressive but not threatening and not too large. I had to consider it being big enough for the people in the back to see, though, and I knew it shouldn’t be anything mythological, since I’d already gotten scolded over the unicorn. When Mage Jaye asked me to shift, I took a deep breath and envisioned myself as a large Clydesdale horse.

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.

Lyda gasped as she lost her grip on the reins, snatching hold of her pony's mane to keep from getting thrown off. "Hazel!" Lyda cried. "What's the matter with you?" She tried to spur her forward, but the pony only resisted and whinnied anxiously as if some unseen force was preventing her from going any further. "Worthless animal," Lyda berated her as she dismounted. She tried to pull Hazel by the reins in her direction, but she resisted the same as before, and Lyda noticed an expression like that of pure fear residing deep within her large, black eyes. This, however, did not faze her. "Fine," she grumbled, "but you're staying right here." Lyda guided Hazel over to a nearby tree small enough

The father and son stood beside the ponies with happy smiles on their faces. Carolina extended her hand out to touch the pony, but the pony suddenly raised its head and looked at her, scaring her so much that she retracted her hand, and looked at Bernard while laughing foolishly. Bernard squatted down, and grabbed Carolina's little hand, "Don't be afraid, they don't hurt people, they're very obedient." With her father's help, Carolina was finally able to touch the pony's head. "They don't have a name yet. You and your brother can give them names now." Bernard said gently.

Then she started singing a rhyme "I ride my pony everywhere, you would know him by his shaggy hair," While singing this line she put her hand in his hair and roughly rubbed it and ruined his hairstyle completely. "He just as kind as he could be, and glad he goes in hilly way with me, my pony my pony my pony MY PONY!!..." "What! Are you taking me as your pony?" He gritted his teeth, this girl she dared to treat him like a mule! Looked like now this little girl had to be taught a lesson "I warn you to behave yourself otherwise!..."