Willow X Pony Novels & Stories

Quill answered. Without replying to him, Howard was staring at the willow tree that was standing by the river as it was bending down to it. The tree looked so weak like it would break if the wind hit it when the truth is they never bend! Except for its sorrowful state, it's strong enough to defeat the wind.

The rope from the middle began to sparkle and it finally halted when she fell on the grass, getting all wet from the water which released from the rope. Nixer wiped his face to chuckle as he winked, "Babygirl, this won't work on me." Willow sensed the amount of power he was holding inside of him...maybe something has happened to him. Willow was the powerful witch but right now her magic wasn't working on him. She stood up to try it one more time and this time, too, she fell on the grass. He stepped towards her and made her stand up on her feet, brushing his hand on her gorgeous face to whisper, "I want you as my companion tonight…" he looked deep into her eyes and all he could see was...ange

"Oh, really? So what you mean to say is your witch doesn't have her gifts, and is yet to fully master her magic, yes?" At length I nodded. Before she could say anything else I cut in, "Look, I know... Willow. Where she doesn't have gifts or stable powers, she makes up for it with determination and cunning. She's a fighter and for now, she's only facing a difficult situation. She just...she just needs a little help from us."

"Girl, I've been waiting all day for you to pleasure me. Run away with me." I hooked my hands on Willow's waist. "Find your own damn unicorn." They both laughed.

Jean-Pierre asked as he started to sort the items from the basket. “My name is Willow. I need some food items.” She told Jean-Pierre, and he helped her to pick out the items she needed. Willow carried the items in her basket. Out onto the walkway, she went to head home. The day was growing late, and Willow didn’t want to be out after dark. As she moved down the walk, she smiled. Jean-Pierre, she was sure, had to be Falling Feather reborn.

He grinned as he watched her unzip his jeans and slowly bring out his dick from his briefs. "You're so hard and big," Willow mumbled as she caressed it making him groan. "Let's get this over with," he breathed and removed his fingers from her pussy. He then raised her hips, letting her place his tip at her entrance and then guiding her down so he could fill her totally. Willow gasped in pleasure and gripped his shoulders. "Ride me, baby." She did exactly as he said.

Willow's eyes widened as she raised her muzzle in the air to get a good whiff of our surroundings. "She's some kind of hybrid," Willow said, getting to her feet. She suddenly looked worried. "And no ordinary one as well," I added. ****

But every year, at the same time, one of her comrades delivered a pack of shortbread cookies. At 60, I taught my final class. Before the bell rang, I looked out toward the hillside. A flourishing willow tree stood there. My son lay beneath it. "Cyrus, Dad misses you." —The End

It’s believed that that small amount of blood can heal the females of the pack and strengthen the males as well. In a sense it’s a cure all and one every pack has been on the hunt for over the last few hundred years. An Omega can also have many children of their own, which helps with pack population. We’re passing the last bit of the town when I spot Willow running on the side of the road. She’s looking behind her as if someone is chasing her, but when I look further up the road, I don’t see anyone. Suddenly, she falls to the ground and turns over and thrashing.

' "Wait when Sheila finds out. She's going to come after your blood." Hopefully, Willow would recover soon. He didn't want to have to deal with a couple of angry werewolves after him when it had been Willow who had suggested they bond today. 'You still went along with it.' I sighed.