Rainbow Dash Filly Novels & Stories

★。＼｜／。★ VANESSA DAVIS ★。／｜＼。★ The rest of the day passed uneventfully, and by the next morning, I could finally borrow a horse to take into town. She was a sweet, chestnut-colored mare with big, curious eyes and a habit of nudging my back like she expected me to sneak her a treat. I had no idea what her name was, but she felt like a Daisy, so that’s what I called her as we made our way down the winding dirt road toward Dusty Creek.

She fell in love with him when she saw him. The next horses were ours but Dad and Mom didn't want to ride them. They took care of them. Meet Storm and her mother Sasa. Storm is also a brown horse with a white line from his head to his mouth but he's darker. Sasa, on the other hand, is a golden brown horse. Storm gots it's darker color because Apple is his father. I heard my mom shout so it's time to go. With one last look, I left the stables and went inside the house.

“The connection here is super slow.” “Yeah, give me a second.” I lean back against a fencepost while I wait, looking up at the sky. It’s been threatening to rain all day, and I got a weather alert, warning me of the possibility of a severe thunderstorm later this evening. “Got it,” Ev says a moment later. “I texted you some screenshots, but he’s six, raced eleven times and did decent, but obviously not decent enough to keep racing. He has decent bloodlines but, as a gelding, that doesn’t matter.”

With all the grand decorations and the presence of the royalties, this is not bad for the day of fiesta. Cassey Timmerhaus rode on her horse, a swift and elegant black mare. Cassey is wearing an equestrian uniform in light pink color. Her mother chose that color for her. Her silky black hair was tied on a clean bun, exposing her sharp jaws. Noblewomen who prejudiced her for having black hair and eyes were infatuated to her sword- cut features, and often compare her side profile with their lovers. The esteemed Lady Ashanti wasn’t pleased with those reactions. Her maidservants noticed.

He looked almost exactly like Gray, River’s wolf, but Dash’s gray streaks were of a lighter shade. In the dark though, it was harder to tell which was which. His name also came from the fact that he was quickly becoming the fastest wolf on foot in the Pack. The boy could beat a ferrari without much effort. We had never seen anything like it. “You did good today, Dashy.” I said to him with a smile and gentle pats on his head. Dash lowers his head and practically nuzzles his nose on me. I giggle at the contact.

I can’t believe that in just a few weeks the girls will be at the ranch with me. Ben, my trainer has picked two horses for Immi and I, one is a beautiful dark almost chocolate brown with a silky pale mane, the biggest brown eyes with long lashes I ever did see. Her name is Maple and it suits her. The other horse is black as the night without any moonlight or stars to light it up. Her name is Darkness, her mane and tail are ebony and those dark eyes of hers, well they sure have reeled me in. She will be my horse and Immi will have Maple.

He backed the horse he had chosen and then added a £1000 bet on the little chestnut, he was called Fiery Sunset and it suited him. The little horse danced along to the starting line his tail held high ready for the challenge, unafraid and eager to get going. He had a big heart too, jumping the huge Aintree jumps he kept well away from the others and one by one the other horses fell away. There was a leading pack of about ten horses and he was in sixth place coming round the bend for the last lap. He jumped valiantly still keeping his distance from the others and like a scene from a Disney movie he began to catch the leaders up. With five jumps remaining he moved up to fourth place but it wa

The little girl spoke, clearly trying hard to sound polite, rather than scared “Do you... Want to play with me, my mommy and my dolls?” “Do you think I could sit on the grass with you?” Even though the anger inside him was great, Massimo tried hard not to be too harsh with that child who was not to blame for his situation. “You can stay in your chair. Rainbow Dash loves heights, so she could sit on your lap.” Millicent just smiled and, despite having no idea what the hell a Rainbow Dash was, Massimo assumed it was one of the dolls scattered on the tablecloth nearby “It'll be fun... Oh!” her mouth took a perfectly round shape “Or does your boo boo still hurt? Mommy said you're sick...”

I say in frustration. “I don’t see why she can’t try dating someone in India,” Ronnie says. “Are you serious? That’s a horrible idea. Are you saying that because she’ll end up with a guy your parents have handpicked?” “It’s not a bad idea.” Jake, my stable manager, has Dash all saddled up for me. He used to be a racehorse a few years back, but he’s retired now. We had to spend quite a bit of effort to get him trained to become a trail horse, since racehorses are so unruly for the average person to ride. His official racing name was “Dash from the Box.” The names we register our horses as can’t be used by anyone else, so many of the registered names are long and strange and end up with barn n

He said with a puffed out chest and proud tone. Among the horses, there was Septa, a spirited mare with a coat that mirrored the vibrant colors of a sunrise. Her mane and tail flowed like liquid fire, weaving a tapestry of brilliance as she galloped through the meadows. By her side was Midnight, a stallion with a coat as dark as the night sky, adorned with stars that glimmered with a celestial glow. In a corner stall stood labroha, a gentle mare with a coat as pure as moonlight itself. She possessed an ethereal beauty that captivated all who gazed upon her, and her presence radiated a soothing calmness that whispered of forgotten secrets.