Story About My Little Pony Novels & Stories

I pushed her to the back of my mind, and let my sadness play in the back of my head, forcing it back with conversation. “Closer to us, here, and a little out of the way, but we can get there with a short detour. They’re a small pack – they mostly keep themselves to themselves. They don’t put a lot of stock into mates, either. They believe that everyone should write their own destiny, not have it written for them.” “They sound interesting. I’m surprised they’ve never come up in my studies.” “As I said, they’re small. From what I’ve heard they have a rich history, and some interesting stories to tell, but they don’t broadcast them. I only know of them because the Luna and my mother are close.

Heading upstairs, she made a detour to Lemon's room. It was already late, and the kids would usually be asleep by now. Mable gently pushed the door open and saw Nicki and Spike sitting on either side of the bed, telling Little Lemon a bedtime story and coaxing her to sleep. "The big bad wolf caught Little Red Riding Hood and wanted to eat her, but Little Red Riding Hood was clever. She told the big bad wolf that her house had many little lambs, and she was willing to take him there. The big bad wolf, greedy and arrogant, believed Little Red Riding Hood and followed her."

Pat continued to stroke Fiona's hair, trying to offer some comfort to the little girl. "Would you like me to tell you a story?" Pat suggested, hoping to distract Fiona from her worries. Fiona's eyes lit up at the idea. "Yes, please!" she said eagerly. Pat smiled and began to tell a story about a brave princess who went on an adventure to save her kingdom. Fiona listened intently, her worries slowly fading away as she became engrossed in the story.

As I drove down the street, I noticed he had gone unusually quiet in the back seat. "You okay back there?" I asked, glancing at him through the rearview mirror. He nodded, still pouting. "Want to hear a story?" I asked. His head lifted a bit. "Only if it's a funny one." I smiled. "Alright, once upon a time, there was a little lion who didn’t want to go to school. Every morning, he would hide in his blanket cave and pretend to be asleep." Jace chuckled. "But his mom, the lioness, was very smart. So one day, she put a cookie at the edge of the cave and said, 'Whoever comes out gets the magical cookie of bravery!'"

Author's Note This book is a short compilation of erotic stories. Please note that not all entries are heavily erotic—some lean more toward emotional moments, dramatic tension, or character interaction. Also, 99% of these stories don’t follow a traditional plot, so don’t be confused if there's no clear beginning, middle, or end. They’re written more for mood, moments, and expression than full narratives. Enjoy the ride,no overthinking needed. 😉 ********************************************* Kael didn’t wait.

Angel POV. This morning's announcements were crazy, they are crazy, I don't believe there are vampires, but I'm not going out to check, I'm not going to go around asking, who would I talk to? Years later the nuclear war was still causing trouble all over, it got some people to go insane, they thought they were vampires, what's coming next? Werewolves and fairies? If we get to choose, I'm going to be a fairy for sure, I'll be Tinkerbell really, I'd fly around and sing forever young.

“I was sorting it all out still, but I had a better idea then than I had before.” “What’s the craziest thing you’ve ever manifested?” Kayla asked. “A unicorn,” I said. Their eyes bulged. I heard Mage Jaye make a noise in the back of her throat and said, “No one told me we weren’t supposed to make mythical creatures.” I didn’t tell them that I also made a griffin, but then, that was gone now. As far as I knew, my unicorn, Pearl, was still safe and sound in her barn in the forest. I knew that the rest of my pack would check on her for me. Surely, they would’ve let me know if anything had happened to her.

Darrion asked. “The little mermaid,” Jai answered. Darrion knew this story from Jai. He had shared it with the blonde when they were at the mausoleum. He couldn’t believe that Jai was telling a story here and not get to know with the princess. It’s the princess. “Hmm. Little mermaid. I’ve never heard of this story,” the King said. “I think I’m also interested.” Jai scratched his cheek. “It’s a fairy tale from my place. I don’t think adults would be interested.”

“And the three little pigs lived happily ever after. The end!” Lana finished story time just as I entered the main hall. There were over twenty little tots, sitting around, clinging on to her every word. You could tell that they heard the story before, yet, it seemed to be their favorite one. I wonder how they’d feel if they knew the true ending. How morbid of me, thinking of the horrific ending of the Three Little Pigs, and how damaging it could be to a young mind.

On top of that, it was also lit up, as if that constellation from heaven came down and took life in that pony just created. The bright unicorn hopped for a while around the girls highlighting the roof after which it broke leaving behind only dimness and some splashes of water. The two girls looked at each other. “You did something again...” Elizabeth looked at Dorothy, inquiring. Dorothy was just as curious. It was not the first time when such mysterious things happened. Around them, when they were together, such unusual things kept happening all the time. Still, the two were just as puzzled now. And as usual, they blamed each other, unaware which of them made appear ... that stuff.