Spirit Stallion Horse Novels & Stories

The horses lifted their heads as we passed, some snorting, some flicking their ears. Then one of them — taller than the rest, with a coat as dark as midnight and a mane that shimmered like silk — let out a sharp, ringing sound that echoed through the stable. Silas’s mouth curved. “That’s mine. Isn’t he majestic?” I glanced at the stallion, who was tossing his head with an almost arrogant flair. A quiet smile tugged at my lips before I realized it. “He recognizes you.”

“This one’s Shadowfax. He’s the calmest of the three, but don’t let that fool you. He’s got the spirit of a warrior.” “He’s also the most stubborn,” Levi chimes in, a fond smile on his face as he gestures to the gleaming white mare. “This one is Stardust. She’s all grace and elegance, but she’s got a mischievous streak. She’ll test your patience, but she’ll reward you with loyalty that’s second to none.”

Warm breath huffs against my neck as soon as I push the doors open, the horses shifting inside their stalls, some still half-asleep, some already impatient for attention. But Tornado—my Tornado—is wide awake. “Morning, boy,” I say, stepping toward his stall. He’s a big black stallion, strong, stubborn, and dramatic as hell. He nudges my shoulder as if reminding me I’m late, and I chuckle under my breath. “Yeah, yeah, calm down. I’m here.”

I look around and find that I am in the stall with the Arabian Stallion, I recognize him by the white blaze on his muzzle, and the long member hanging from his belly is a good indication too. Though I feel that every creature on this planet deserves a little satisfaction and gratification, this stallion would have to wait for another night, because the only thing I am interested in this evening would be the cycling mare a few stalls over. Though I cannot smell it, the pheromones that she is releasing in her display of heat certainly appear to have an effect on this well-endowed stud, hence his apparent need to just let everything hang out.