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the horses

And all those four legged marching horses galloped but centaurs never made of them with rising speed they advance but as the fierce force raised I saw as the animalistic feet, hooves gradually took on the characteristics of man looking on I knew that which they had become horses of war in the flesh of my fellow human beings some fell before undergoing the change others thereafter a mix of bestial and humane cocktail of screams some of the human horses for naturally as they were human attempted to ride their former selves the dying did this profusely as the horses below them intermingled with their blood each turning into wood shelving steed and mounter complete with a slew of cabinets in the side that when surgical pulled out as shelves of such furniture are reveal the new , fresh army uniforms....

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One of Those Nights

One of Those Nights by p.b. wells Every groundball dropped. every pass slapped out of the air. every line that went limp mid-sentence. every note bent so bad the crowd winced. every cue blown like I was born to choke. They come back at 3 a.m.. the poems that should’ve been drowned at birth, the fights where I folded fast, the rejections that came form-letter efficient, all of it crawling out of the dark to kick me in the teeth. They don’t fade. they scratch, they bite, they piss on the rug and laugh while I choke on it all. The Admiral’s in my gut, sloshing gas, licking a match, whispering about the SR9 like it’s holy scripture. and hell, I almost buy it. one little squeeze and poof, the whole ugly circus goes quiet. I laugh, because it’s true. death sounds like bleach, like clean sheets, better than reruns of every fuck-up I ever made. But I don’t. I torch another joint instead, scorch my lungs, blow smoke at the ceiling like I’m charging

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Fare well, old friend

One more day One more mile One more haul Those were the days When the world Was young and brave One more turn One more minute One more pound Life is repetition Dawn and dusk Birth and death One more crack One more rest One more night Fare well, old man Your wings will bring Youth and joyous vigor One more day One more mile One more haul One more night.

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DelaneytheDragon

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Horse Prussia x Horse Reader: Part 3: Gil, the BFF

(Y/n): your name (c/c): coat color (e/c): eye color (m/c): mane/tail color (f/c): favorite color ~~ ~~Two months later~~ To quote Gilbert, things at the stud farm in Prussia had become…“unawesome”. That wasn’t to suggest anything was going wrong or that you were uncomfortable, but that things were becoming slow...and boring. Or maybe Gilbert was rubbing off on you, and you thought so by now. Overall, life was good: the people were slowly and steadily earning your trust, although the silver stallion remained at the top of that list, and he gave you subtle hints that he was pleased by your progress. In the last two weeks, you’d allowed a full wash down, cleaned hooves and the simplest of shoes, a well-brushed mane and tail, a woolen stable blanket and, most impressive of all, an embroidered leather (f/c) halter with your personal lead rope. The people didn’t often use the rope, however, because you still went wherever you chose. As for Gilbert, the two of you continued to grow

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Horse Italy x Horse Reader: Part 2

(Y/n): your name (c/c): coat color (e/c): eye color (m/c): mane/tail color ~~Warning: Brief bad language~~ ~~ ~~A few weeks later~~ Ever since arriving here and living with Feli, you were gradually picking up new skills, words and behaviors to help you settle in. Or, rather, you were just trying to pretend that you were settling in. These humans were particularly relaxed compared to the ones who captured you or those at auction; they spent a lot of their time singing, strumming strange things the Italian horse had called instruments, and simply enjoying life no matter what they were doing. You had walked past the tack room while the door was open, ears flicking, and you had seen and heard a young man whistling jovially while he tended to a large saddle. Feli referred to them as friends, even if he didn’t know them very well. It was just in his nature: He trusted and cared about them, and they all reacted just as warmly when he allowed them to pet or groom him. Usually, though,

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Horse Cuba x Horse Reader: Part 3: On the Beach

(Y/n): your name (c/c): coat color (e/c): eye color (m/c): mane/tail color (f/c): favorite color ~~ ~~A month later~~ “See? I told you it was worth it to get in the hot tub.” You and Carlos were currently wading slowly up and down the short stretch of bubbling water, almost like a miniature hot spring cut into the concrete. You were still outdoors, but a raised canopy was overhead to collect any leaves that came from above. Of course, there were always some leaves in there; the Cuban horse had also showed you the swimming pool his owner used, but you respected his wishes to not drink the water or enter it. Instead, you were enchanted by the strange, wonderful invention from humans. Carlos had his mane and tail unbraided before he entered, and his dark hair fanned around him and almost made him look supernatural in the bubbling, steaming mass. “This is one of the tricks the people use to help me if I ever pull a muscle or two,” he’d explained when you were still cautiously staring

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[CV] A New Ally

The blizzard had seemed to finally blow itself out. Wisps of snow blew through the canyon and danced around the horses’ feet as they made the ascent. Perseus shook out his mane, sending gobs of snow flying in all directions, as he led the way. Looking across the valley, he was glad that they had found the canyon when they did. The landscape was completely changed now and covered in a thick layer of snow and ice. The sun rising in the east cast a beautiful light through the icicles hanging in the tree branches. Percy marveled at the sight for a moment before his heart sank.How on earth would they find food?Before he could worry much longer,...

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[CV] Last Goodbye

”Aloine...I...I’m…” Aloine shook her head slowly, as if in a trance. She didn’t want to hear it. Not right now. She couldn’t. Her mate lay there in the mud, blood pooled around his dark mane...and he was gone. His eyes were closed but he wasn’t sleeping. At least, not a sleep he would ever wake from. A high pitched keening sound rang in her ears and she wasn’t sure where it came from. Her eyes couldn’t focus and the world felt like it was spinning too quickly. Slowly, so slowly, she went down to her knees in the mud next to Breigo. She curled her body around his and rested her head on his side. ”Go...tell the others…” she whispered to Far...

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[CV] Mud and Rain and More Mud

It was an uncharacteristically warm winter day and rain was drizzling from the clouds above. The rain had melted away some of the snow on the ground, leaving puddles of slush everywhere and making it easier to graze on the grass. Perseus was enjoying his morning when a stampede of foals rocketed past him, splashing him all over with cold, muddy slush. Percy blinked rapidly, shocked at the sudden unpleasant feeling, that he didn’t even have time to reprimand the foals before they were gone. Percy sighed and shook himself off. He heard snickering and his ears perked up to see Denna and Sparrow sharing a laugh at his expense. Percy wuffled hi...

BrassPolish

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8 Too Late For Rumble's Camp

As Scootaloo went up and down the road passing out drinks to the Villagers, she was pleased to see they were all enjoying the Papier Mache Street Fair; all except two ponies who were sculpting a sofa out of soggy paper. “Hi, there,” said Scootaloo, stopping to admire the stallion’s and mare’s handiwork. “Having fun?” “Sure,” said the Stallion. “ We’re having fun. We only wish our son could be here.” “We begged him to come out and take part,” sighed the Mare. “He always refuses us when we try to get him up off his bed and out of his room.” “He only leaves the bedroom to use the privy,” said the Stallion, “and for meals, ...

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8. Scootaloo the Pegasus?

This year, the small town of Loch Azure was chosen to supply the factory in Cloudsdale with water, and Rainbow Dash was asked to supervise the operation. And if you can think of a better way for her to give the signal to start than performing a sonic rainboom above the team of pegasi and spelling BEGIN with a rainbow, then you must have a monumental imagination. When Rainbow Dash heard the sound of the large bell, she flew down and was surprised to find that the pegasi were flying in circles over a lake , not a reservoir. She walked over to Professor Lactic, the unicorn in charge of the anemometer. “Haven’t you heard?” he asked, not takin...

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17. Scoot Over Sweetie

Scootaloo had a very rollercoastery life. Things like belonging to the Cutie Mark Crusaders and learning about aerial acrobatics from Rainbow Dash made her as happy as a parasprite at a potluck. And things like not having a cutie mark and not being a proficient flyer were depressing for her. The latter had been disturbing Scootaloo for some time now, as reminders kept poking her in the face left and right. Rumble was the same age as her and not only was he good at flying, but he was allowed to join Ponyville’s pegasi to contribute to the tornado power water transfer some time ago. Scootaloo felt as though she had a lot of catching up to do...

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Promoted Deviations

Literature

the horses

And all those four legged marching horses galloped but centaurs never made of them with rising speed they advance but as the fierce force raised I saw as the animalistic feet, hooves gradually took on the characteristics of man looking on I knew that which they had become horses of war in the flesh of my fellow human beings some fell before undergoing the change others thereafter a mix of bestial and humane cocktail of screams some of the human horses for naturally as they were human attempted to ride their former selves the dying did this profusely as the horses below them intermingled with their blood each turning into wood shelving steed and mounter complete with a slew of cabinets in the side that when surgical pulled out as shelves of such furniture are reveal the new , fresh army uniforms....

Literature

One of Those Nights

One of Those Nights by p.b. wells Every groundball dropped. every pass slapped out of the air. every line that went limp mid-sentence. every note bent so bad the crowd winced. every cue blown like I was born to choke. They come back at 3 a.m.. the poems that should’ve been drowned at birth, the fights where I folded fast, the rejections that came form-letter efficient, all of it crawling out of the dark to kick me in the teeth. They don’t fade. they scratch, they bite, they piss on the rug and laugh while I choke on it all. The Admiral’s in my gut, sloshing gas, licking a match, whispering about the SR9 like it’s holy scripture. and hell, I almost buy it. one little squeeze and poof, the whole ugly circus goes quiet. I laugh, because it’s true. death sounds like bleach, like clean sheets, better than reruns of every fuck-up I ever made. But I don’t. I torch another joint instead, scorch my lungs, blow smoke at the ceiling like I’m charging

Literature

Fare well, old friend

One more day One more mile One more haul Those were the days When the world Was young and brave One more turn One more minute One more pound Life is repetition Dawn and dusk Birth and death One more crack One more rest One more night Fare well, old man Your wings will bring Youth and joyous vigor One more day One more mile One more haul One more night.

Suggested Deviants

DelaneytheDragon

Literature

Horse Prussia x Horse Reader: Part 3: Gil, the BFF

(Y/n): your name (c/c): coat color (e/c): eye color (m/c): mane/tail color (f/c): favorite color ~~ ~~Two months later~~ To quote Gilbert, things at the stud farm in Prussia had become…“unawesome”. That wasn’t to suggest anything was going wrong or that you were uncomfortable, but that things were becoming slow...and boring. Or maybe Gilbert was rubbing off on you, and you thought so by now. Overall, life was good: the people were slowly and steadily earning your trust, although the silver stallion remained at the top of that list, and he gave you subtle hints that he was pleased by your progress. In the last two weeks, you’d allowed a full wash down, cleaned hooves and the simplest of shoes, a well-brushed mane and tail, a woolen stable blanket and, most impressive of all, an embroidered leather (f/c) halter with your personal lead rope. The people didn’t often use the rope, however, because you still went wherever you chose. As for Gilbert, the two of you continued to grow

Literature

Horse Italy x Horse Reader: Part 2

(Y/n): your name (c/c): coat color (e/c): eye color (m/c): mane/tail color ~~Warning: Brief bad language~~ ~~ ~~A few weeks later~~ Ever since arriving here and living with Feli, you were gradually picking up new skills, words and behaviors to help you settle in. Or, rather, you were just trying to pretend that you were settling in. These humans were particularly relaxed compared to the ones who captured you or those at auction; they spent a lot of their time singing, strumming strange things the Italian horse had called instruments, and simply enjoying life no matter what they were doing. You had walked past the tack room while the door was open, ears flicking, and you had seen and heard a young man whistling jovially while he tended to a large saddle. Feli referred to them as friends, even if he didn’t know them very well. It was just in his nature: He trusted and cared about them, and they all reacted just as warmly when he allowed them to pet or groom him. Usually, though,

Literature

Horse Cuba x Horse Reader: Part 3: On the Beach

(Y/n): your name (c/c): coat color (e/c): eye color (m/c): mane/tail color (f/c): favorite color ~~ ~~A month later~~ “See? I told you it was worth it to get in the hot tub.” You and Carlos were currently wading slowly up and down the short stretch of bubbling water, almost like a miniature hot spring cut into the concrete. You were still outdoors, but a raised canopy was overhead to collect any leaves that came from above. Of course, there were always some leaves in there; the Cuban horse had also showed you the swimming pool his owner used, but you respected his wishes to not drink the water or enter it. Instead, you were enchanted by the strange, wonderful invention from humans. Carlos had his mane and tail unbraided before he entered, and his dark hair fanned around him and almost made him look supernatural in the bubbling, steaming mass. “This is one of the tricks the people use to help me if I ever pull a muscle or two,” he’d explained when you were still cautiously staring

sourlemonfox

Literature

[CV] A New Ally

The blizzard had seemed to finally blow itself out. Wisps of snow blew through the canyon and danced around the horses’ feet as they made the ascent. Perseus shook out his mane, sending gobs of snow flying in all directions, as he led the way. Looking across the valley, he was glad that they had found the canyon when they did. The landscape was completely changed now and covered in a thick layer of snow and ice. The sun rising in the east cast a beautiful light through the icicles hanging in the tree branches. Percy marveled at the sight for a moment before his heart sank.How on earth would they find food?Before he could worry much longer,...

Literature

[CV] Last Goodbye

”Aloine...I...I’m…” Aloine shook her head slowly, as if in a trance. She didn’t want to hear it. Not right now. She couldn’t. Her mate lay there in the mud, blood pooled around his dark mane...and he was gone. His eyes were closed but he wasn’t sleeping. At least, not a sleep he would ever wake from. A high pitched keening sound rang in her ears and she wasn’t sure where it came from. Her eyes couldn’t focus and the world felt like it was spinning too quickly. Slowly, so slowly, she went down to her knees in the mud next to Breigo. She curled her body around his and rested her head on his side. ”Go...tell the others…” she whispered to Far...

Literature

[CV] Mud and Rain and More Mud

It was an uncharacteristically warm winter day and rain was drizzling from the clouds above. The rain had melted away some of the snow on the ground, leaving puddles of slush everywhere and making it easier to graze on the grass. Perseus was enjoying his morning when a stampede of foals rocketed past him, splashing him all over with cold, muddy slush. Percy blinked rapidly, shocked at the sudden unpleasant feeling, that he didn’t even have time to reprimand the foals before they were gone. Percy sighed and shook himself off. He heard snickering and his ears perked up to see Denna and Sparrow sharing a laugh at his expense. Percy wuffled hi...

BrassPolish

Literature

8 Too Late For Rumble's Camp

As Scootaloo went up and down the road passing out drinks to the Villagers, she was pleased to see they were all enjoying the Papier Mache Street Fair; all except two ponies who were sculpting a sofa out of soggy paper. “Hi, there,” said Scootaloo, stopping to admire the stallion’s and mare’s handiwork. “Having fun?” “Sure,” said the Stallion. “ We’re having fun. We only wish our son could be here.” “We begged him to come out and take part,” sighed the Mare. “He always refuses us when we try to get him up off his bed and out of his room.” “He only leaves the bedroom to use the privy,” said the Stallion, “and for meals, ...

Literature

8. Scootaloo the Pegasus?

This year, the small town of Loch Azure was chosen to supply the factory in Cloudsdale with water, and Rainbow Dash was asked to supervise the operation. And if you can think of a better way for her to give the signal to start than performing a sonic rainboom above the team of pegasi and spelling BEGIN with a rainbow, then you must have a monumental imagination. When Rainbow Dash heard the sound of the large bell, she flew down and was surprised to find that the pegasi were flying in circles over a lake , not a reservoir. She walked over to Professor Lactic, the unicorn in charge of the anemometer. “Haven’t you heard?” he asked, not takin...

Literature

17. Scoot Over Sweetie

Scootaloo had a very rollercoastery life. Things like belonging to the Cutie Mark Crusaders and learning about aerial acrobatics from Rainbow Dash made her as happy as a parasprite at a potluck. And things like not having a cutie mark and not being a proficient flyer were depressing for her. The latter had been disturbing Scootaloo for some time now, as reminders kept poking her in the face left and right. Rumble was the same age as her and not only was he good at flying, but he was allowed to join Ponyville’s pegasi to contribute to the tornado power water transfer some time ago. Scootaloo felt as though she had a lot of catching up to do...

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the horses

One of Those Nights

Fare well, old friend

Horse Prussia x Horse Reader: Part 3: Gil, the BFF

Horse Italy x Horse Reader: Part 2

Horse Cuba x Horse Reader: Part 3: On the Beach

[CV] A New Ally

[CV] Last Goodbye

[CV] Mud and Rain and More Mud

8 Too Late For Rumble's Camp

8. Scootaloo the Pegasus?

17. Scoot Over Sweetie

the horses

One of Those Nights

Fare well, old friend

Horse Prussia x Horse Reader: Part 3: Gil, the BFF

Horse Italy x Horse Reader: Part 2

Horse Cuba x Horse Reader: Part 3: On the Beach

[CV] A New Ally

[CV] Last Goodbye

[CV] Mud and Rain and More Mud

8 Too Late For Rumble's Camp

8. Scootaloo the Pegasus?

17. Scoot Over Sweetie

And I'm Feeling Good

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the horses

One of Those Nights

Fare well, old friend

Horse Prussia x Horse Reader: Part 3: Gil, the BFF

Horse Italy x Horse Reader: Part 2

Horse Cuba x Horse Reader: Part 3: On the Beach

[CV] A New Ally

[CV] Last Goodbye

[CV] Mud and Rain and More Mud

8 Too Late For Rumble's Camp

8. Scootaloo the Pegasus?

17. Scoot Over Sweetie