Pony X Giraffy Novels & Stories

The crossbow fell to the ground forgotten. Grace personified the unicorn was a vision out of a fairy tale. Long legged and gracefully built the mare stood watching him, her long gold horn lowered and her ears pinned in a purely equine show of anger. The long lion-like tail cut through the air behind her like a whip as she watched him. Her hide was an ethereal dappled gray, reminiscent yet more beautiful than any horse he had ever seen. The unicorn snorted and pawed the turf with a cloven hoof; her eyes never left Gavin's. Gavin stepped back from the forgotten crossbow. The unicorn snorted a final time and pirouetted and vaulted into the forest, disappearing down the game trail.

The latter return a grimace and spoke, "Game over." "IS THAT—," I paused with an awed expression. "Is that a flying horse? I mean— a pegasus?" A chuckle from Yvonne and the long-haired guy, Exi, responded. Yvonne looked up to where I am staring amazed at. "You think?" My head nodded automatically, without effort, while my eyes are still locked at the three flying horses above the carriage we're into. They were all shaded in rusty orange, pale yellow, and white skin, along with their shiny pointed horns that glow when meets with the ray of sun.

she gestured with her hands. I smiled at her. "I would love to, sweetie.” She continued to tell me about the past two weeks. A lot of things might have changed but Ella, she rained a ball of sunshine. “Dad, I have a pony?" Her face lit up. "Cedric gave it to me last week. I am still learning to ride it." I raised an eyebrow, surprised. "Who is Cedric?" Who had the capacity to gift ponies? I wondered.

Clara said and approached her. The rabbit opened its eyes wide and looked at Clara. Even though Clara didn't show her ears, the rabbit recognized Clara as a fox. Clara has bright red curly hair. Her slanting eyes are significant and seductive, and even her heart-shaped lips are incredibly dreamy. Clara is such a beautiful and charming fox. Feeling safe, the rabbit turned into a beautiful girl again. "My name is Dove. I'm sorry that I slept here without your permission." Dove talked in fear.

"You want to see some of the dictators and bad leaders I have down in my little home." Suddenly, we heard the sound of a trumpet outside and I looked towards the door. "That will be Puck," Gramps said. We made our way outside and I came face to face with the most beautiful silver horse I had ever seen. His mane of hair sparkled in the sunlight, but what caught my attention the most was the white horn, with swirls of what looked like gold ribbon. The Unicorn bowed his head and I ran my fingers through his mane. I was in awe. Suddenly, the Unicorn began to shimmer and I stood back before Puck was standing, fully clothed in jeans and a T-shirt, in front of me. I gasped.

Millie screamed, as if she were in the presence of an angel, and darted away from them all, running over to where Joshua was approaching with the beige and white spotted baby pony, with a long mane running down his neck "A baby pony!" “He’s yours now.” Massimo explained, proud that his idea had made her so happy “You can give him a name and visit him every day in the stable, to brush, feed and see him making friends with the other horses. ” he joined her in petting the poor little creature, who was a little scared, but who wasn't running away from Millie's touch, as others would have done “He's still very small, but when he grows up, you can learn to ride him, until you're old enough to trai

And he wanted to spit that all this was already taken. - Ma Kisha! - Tapi squealed with joy, shot the toy on the floor and stamped his plump legs towards Kit, smiling with all his eight teeth. On the way, he stumbled, fell on all fours, but did not lose his head and did not cry, but simply changed his gait and cheerfully trotted up to his mother's hand extended to him. Holding her golden fox close to her, Kit breathed in its touching scent with pleasure. She kissed her chubby cheek, then the same palm. In response, he babbled where just sounds, and where she personally understandable words, telling how he lived with his grandparents. Life was so-so, what is there ... With mom and dad, of cou

She was happy because her new little horse managed to cheer up the Young Evans. "Greta," Cayden called suddenly, "what should I do to make Pony walk?" Amazed by the toddler's courage, the horse owner was wide-eyed. “Do you really want Pony to walk? Aren't you afraid of falling?” she asked for sure. “Ace and I won't be naughty. We're just going to sit still and keep the balance. After all, Ace already hugged me tightly and I can hold this rope firmly. I'm sure, we will not fall," Cayden replied at length.

Little Xander had felt warm and fuzzy at the sound of her calling his name. He had taken the job of leading her seriously and had taken her riding in the garden. Little Grace's eyes had flickered from side to side as she asked a series of questions. "Xander, why doesn't the pony talk?" "Why is the sky blue?" "Why do birds fly?" "Why are there boys and girls?" Little Grace had had an unending supply of questions, but little Xander hadn't been impatient at all. He had answered every question for her patiently.

they chimed in unison, their little voices brimming with anticipation. Earl glanced back at me and I nodded in approval before he began to led us toward the stables, where a row of ponies stood patiently, their eyes gentle and curious. The kids' faces lit up as they approached the magnificent creatures, their small hands reaching out to stroke their soft noses. Emily's eyes sparkled with delight as she stood before a dappled gray pony. "Uncle Lin, look at Misty! She's so beautiful!" Ethan, captivated by a sturdy chestnut pony, exclaimed, "And Rocky looks strong and fast! He's going to be my partner!"