Spirit Stallion 2 소설 & 이야기

As soon as Thaddeus walked over, Amy and Sasha did so as well. "This horse is called Stardust. It has a bad temper. Sasha can show you a docile horse if you want to ride one," Thaddeus said, pointing to the horse Jessamine was feeding. Among these horses, he only knew Stardust. Benji had bought it at a high price. He even broke his calf after one ride and had to be bedridden for three months. Due to this, he nearly killed that horse in anger.

She was not happy, "You know how to ride horses?" "I learned it with Trevor," Jaylene said. Suddenly, she added, "Keegan, can I take Juno for a couple of laps?" Keegan hadn't spoken yet when Stella said, "Jaylene, Juno isn't easy to tame. What if it throws you off? This isn't a game." "Juno is a spirited stallion. You can have the trainer lead it around if you're up for a ride. Or, I can take you for a ride when I'm in better shape," said Keegan.

he replied without turning his head away from the lake to look at his teacher. “But, your highness, you haven't seen and don't seem to hear all of my explanation.” The handsome little boy rolled his eyes in exasperation. Then turned to the teacher. Then he recounted what the adult explained so easily and without a single mistake. “This horse is named Clairin, a horse of the Falabella race. She is about seven hands tall and two years and six months old. She is docile and likes to be stroked on the back of the neck,” explained Alessandro quickly. Ignoring the teacher he had just made gaping, he looked back at the calm looking lake.

All the prices were on the condensing plate. That meant that no one could just set the prices as they pleased. A lower-tier stall was worth 100000 spirit crystals, while a middle-tier stall was worth 150000 spirit crystals. Meanwhile, a high-tier stall was 500000 spirit crystals! Seeing the drastic difference in price, Rudy whispered, "A middle-tier stall is just a hundred and fifty thousand spirit crystals. A high-tier stall surges all the way to five hundred thousand! Isn't this difference a little too big? It's several times more! These prices are a little absurd, if you ask me!"

He was wearing only a black underwear and it was difficult to pretend that I wasn't facing his sexy and defined body. He looked like a lumberjack, long golden hair all messy, giving an wild air, as well as the breastplate covered with a layer of blonde hair. It was terribly beautiful and hard to look away. But my surprise was greater when an exact copy of him came up, the only difference between the two was that the last one was dressed and growled something for me, only I could not understand what he said. "That’s bullshit, there’s no need to apologize." Cailan spoke approaching me and putting his hand on my arm, leading me to where the little trickster was eating. "Denny loved it, isn’t bi

“Good. Open your mouth.” His lips parted without question, jaw slackening in obedience. I leaned in closer, the warmth of his breath ghosting over my chest. Guiding one breast forward, I pressed my nipple directly against his open mouth, the sensitive bud brushing his tongue. “Suck my nipples. And you better do a good job.” Stunned silence gripped him for a heartbeat, his eyes locking onto the task before him. Then, with a ragged exhale, he whispered, “Yes, Luna. Anything to make you happy.”

Eden looked disapprovingly at Asher. “Someone has to. It might as well be me because we both know Blair ain’t saddling him anytime soon.” Everyone watched with bated breath as Asher saddled Comet. The stallion stomped his hoof once, but Asher placed a hand on his flank, and spoke soothingly to him. He led the horse out of the barn, his lips moving, but nobody heard the words. He gripped the horn of the saddle, and swung himself up. The horse snorted loudly, flicked his mane, and stomped his hooves.

“But I don’t need another jockey. I need stock.” Her stomach flipped. “Stock.” “Ponies.” He said it flat, like it was the most normal thing in the world. “Human ones. Trained right. Broken right. Displayed. Raced. Used. My stable wins because my ponies *want* the bit between their teeth. They leak for the whip. They cum when the crowd watches them crawl.” Mia’s breath caught. She’d seen the underground forums. The private races where girls in full tack got paraded, plugged, fucked, and bet on. She’d touched herself to it more than once, hating how wet it made her.

Creed unintentionally caught them off guard and scared them with a sudden chase. Technically, Cursed Stallion should belong to 'Phantom' for killing the Malaka Chieftain, haunted along with everyone else. Fortunately, None of them knew Phantom's real identity, so it all worked out in Creed's favor. He had decided to reveal the Cursed Stallion as his mount on the hunt, whereas whenever he would mount the identity of a Phantom, he would just stick to his Inca Wings. Both of his personas now had their own separate and unique trademark modes of commute, which is exactly what he wanted others to see.