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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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Rejoice

Oh, my brittle winter's heart Thaw and sing a merry tune Let the faded summer last A minute longer, maybe two Oh, my brittle winter's heart Rejoice and remind me too Of all the splendid summers We shared an eternity ago.

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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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Dream Abelsia

I held my breath. It had been a very long time since I had dreamed of anything among horses. The perfect color? Color didn't make a horse. The perfect conformation? That was subjective. Even personality fluctuated. So it had been a very long time indeed. But I had dreamed again. Staring at the ceiling above my head, grayed by the morning light peeking through my curtains, I held my breath and thought about the dream I had awoken from only moments before.He had been a short horse, as all my perfect horses were. Short, but stout. With haunches that could easily be mistaken for a well built quarter horse, a head with soft but intelligent eyes...

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[BOU] Foals and Games

Moonlight filtered down into the stable through skylights along the central aisle, and in through the windows in cross aisles. Enough for the mare to examine her dark and rainbow filly. She stood opposite the newborn, her head lowered to study the foal who seemed disinterested in returning the scrutiny. She'd stood and been dried and even nursed once since birthing, but she'd also found the thickest pile of straw in the stall and promptly collapsed to dose and while Lumiré wasn't entirely new to foals and knew they would be tired she was uncertain about this level of tired in her filly. She snorted. The filly twitched her head ...

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[SF] The Ranch

Lee Raines (266) She waited outside the barn, beside a corral full of horses already saddled and ready to go, for the volunteers to arrive. Meditating over what they were going into and facing. She didn’t spot too many zombies on the property when she went scouting on Jammer earlier. There hadn’t been too many and it was possible, with the way they were positioned, to lure them back toward the breach and pick them off later. Not, she thought, that anyone would be thrilled with that idea. She swept the brush in her hand over Raven’s sleek, black shoulder as she thought about it. Best to just get the zombies all killed. Then you didn’t have ...

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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 America x Horse Reader: Part 3: Live Wild

(Y/n): your name (c/c): coat color (e/c): eye color (m/c): mane/tail color ~~Warning: Strong language~~ ~~ “…I want to live free, without the pressures of humans. This is what I’ve grown up to be…I’m sorry if it’s not what you expected, but I can’t deny what I am—” Alfred cut you off when he pushed his broad face into your (c/c) neck, nickering in his throat. The curl on his head was long enough to tickle the other side of your neck and when he lifted his head to meet your gaze, you saw his blue eyes held nothing but respect and adoration. “You don’t have to explain anything,” he said, his voice much softer. “You’re my best friend. Besides, we make a good team, don’t we? Yeah...” He nodded, suddenly confident. “If I’m the Hero, then you’re my sidekick! So, as long as we’re together, we can do anything we want!” You had to whicker a chuckle to yourself. Sometimes he could be so cute when he got excited. The set of his blue eyes told you he was trying to think of something.

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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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Tianren's Lake - Chapter 06

Here's the final chapter. It's on a basic good ending work. So for now, just kick back & relax while viewing this. So check it out...~Chapter 06: Honest Waves Of FriendshipSoon the scenery opens up to Ponyville, where thank very much, was still standing even though the Mane Six party has only been away for more around two to three days or so. We soon zoom in to where Rainbow Castle stood, as we see some familiar faces come out of it. Apparently, the gang return to the spot what was only a sort few minutes ago, and were given a report statues from Goldie’s group of the town’s condition: no enemies have attacked yet. Much of those that were ...

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MLP: Portal Experiment - Chapter 06

Here's the final chapter to wrap this story up, also be ready of other surprises waiting at the end…enjoy!~Chapter 06: Begin Life’s Test…?THE NEXT MORNING…The scene shows someone slowly waking up to realize they were in some medical place. And that someone, turns out from where the camera angles from to be…Chell. As the mare was in a hospital bed, slowly waking up with a beeping noise of a life box. And there were some folks nearby her to see…she was awake!“Chell!” Yep, it was the gang that had escape from Aperture Science & waited for their mute friend to wake up.“Oh darling, your awake!” Rarity smiled in great joy of who came around.“Oh ...

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Mare-Do-Well Anew - Chapter 05

Hey there friends, here's the final chapter for Mare-Do-Well Anew. This one's got some good action and stuff, so it'll complete this story now. So kick back and enjoy...~Chapter 05: It’s Not An Easy Job?The scene slowly begins to open up where everyone that escaped Psycho Pie’s compound of evil bakery house of mayhem, they were all able to return to Ponyville. An experience like that one may just scar most of them in feeling the fear of almost becoming someone’s pastry snack, it was terrifying in more words then one can count. But luckily, they were rescued by the new crime fighter behind the mask; Mare-Do-Well II.“Few, home at last?” Phob...

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Promoted Deviations

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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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Rejoice

Oh, my brittle winter's heart Thaw and sing a merry tune Let the faded summer last A minute longer, maybe two Oh, my brittle winter's heart Rejoice and remind me too Of all the splendid summers We shared an eternity ago.

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

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Dream Abelsia

I held my breath. It had been a very long time since I had dreamed of anything among horses. The perfect color? Color didn't make a horse. The perfect conformation? That was subjective. Even personality fluctuated. So it had been a very long time indeed. But I had dreamed again. Staring at the ceiling above my head, grayed by the morning light peeking through my curtains, I held my breath and thought about the dream I had awoken from only moments before.He had been a short horse, as all my perfect horses were. Short, but stout. With haunches that could easily be mistaken for a well built quarter horse, a head with soft but intelligent eyes...

Literature

[BOU] Foals and Games

Moonlight filtered down into the stable through skylights along the central aisle, and in through the windows in cross aisles. Enough for the mare to examine her dark and rainbow filly. She stood opposite the newborn, her head lowered to study the foal who seemed disinterested in returning the scrutiny. She'd stood and been dried and even nursed once since birthing, but she'd also found the thickest pile of straw in the stall and promptly collapsed to dose and while Lumiré wasn't entirely new to foals and knew they would be tired she was uncertain about this level of tired in her filly. She snorted. The filly twitched her head ...

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[SF] The Ranch

Lee Raines (266) She waited outside the barn, beside a corral full of horses already saddled and ready to go, for the volunteers to arrive. Meditating over what they were going into and facing. She didn’t spot too many zombies on the property when she went scouting on Jammer earlier. There hadn’t been too many and it was possible, with the way they were positioned, to lure them back toward the breach and pick them off later. Not, she thought, that anyone would be thrilled with that idea. She swept the brush in her hand over Raven’s sleek, black shoulder as she thought about it. Best to just get the zombies all killed. Then you didn’t have ...

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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

Literature

Horse America x Horse Reader: Part 3: Live Wild

(Y/n): your name (c/c): coat color (e/c): eye color (m/c): mane/tail color ~~Warning: Strong language~~ ~~ “…I want to live free, without the pressures of humans. This is what I’ve grown up to be…I’m sorry if it’s not what you expected, but I can’t deny what I am—” Alfred cut you off when he pushed his broad face into your (c/c) neck, nickering in his throat. The curl on his head was long enough to tickle the other side of your neck and when he lifted his head to meet your gaze, you saw his blue eyes held nothing but respect and adoration. “You don’t have to explain anything,” he said, his voice much softer. “You’re my best friend. Besides, we make a good team, don’t we? Yeah...” He nodded, suddenly confident. “If I’m the Hero, then you’re my sidekick! So, as long as we’re together, we can do anything we want!” You had to whicker a chuckle to yourself. Sometimes he could be so cute when he got excited. The set of his blue eyes told you he was trying to think of something.

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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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the horses

Rejoice

One of Those Nights

Dream Abelsia

[BOU] Foals and Games

[SF] The Ranch

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

Horse America x Horse Reader: Part 3: Live Wild

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

Tianren's Lake - Chapter 06

MLP: Portal Experiment - Chapter 06

Mare-Do-Well Anew - Chapter 05

the horses

Rejoice

One of Those Nights

Dream Abelsia

[BOU] Foals and Games

[SF] The Ranch

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

Horse America x Horse Reader: Part 3: Live Wild

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

Tianren's Lake - Chapter 06

MLP: Portal Experiment - Chapter 06

Mare-Do-Well Anew - Chapter 05

Sunday Memory Stud of Merit

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the horses

Rejoice

One of Those Nights

Dream Abelsia

[BOU] Foals and Games

[SF] The Ranch

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

Horse America x Horse Reader: Part 3: Live Wild

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

Tianren's Lake - Chapter 06

MLP: Portal Experiment - Chapter 06

Mare-Do-Well Anew - Chapter 05