Settling things stallion style [Commission]

Blushing from bucephalus' words, the collie crawled under the great stallion, for a brief moment stopping to stare down the ten-or-so inches of bucephalus' already exposed length. bucephalus heard him swallow.

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[Commission] Studplay

Blushing from bucephalus' words, the collie crawled under the great stallion, for a brief moment stopping to stare down the ten-or-so inches of bucephalus' already exposed length. bucephalus heard him swallow.

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Spitroasted by Stallions

bucephalus nickered in satisfaction. "get back to work."

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Sons and Lovers 2: A Special Education

bucephalus seemed to be a very precise horse. bucephalus showed him around the ground floor -- a kitchen was tucked in at the back -- and then they headed upstairs.

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Sons and Lovers 3: Father Knows Best

The pony grinned as they approached and greeted bucephalus with a gruff hug around the midsection; the top of his head barely reached bucephalus' chin. "bucephalus, you old warhorse!" he said, coquettishly. "where have you been?

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A Visit from Sven

bucephalus replied. perch blushed deeply and skipped closer, planting a kiss on bucephalus' forehead. bucephalus patted him absently on the butt, and pulled his cock away from sven, releasing his grip on the stag's antler.

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Stud Neighbour

You love to tease and act the big horse, don't you, bucephalus? well, daddy doesn't tease. i simply am." he kept pulling bucephalus closer until his son's nose just brushed against the soft, smooth skin, and bucephalus let him.

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Sons and Lovers 1: Meeting

"my name is bucephalus." perch was a little confused. "not...bucky?" bucephalus' eyes narrowed, very briefly. "that's a nickname some use that i prefer not to hear." "oh, um, sorry."

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Sons and Lovers 5: The Afterparty

bucephalus grunted. "alright, son, i won't punish you." perch blinked, thrown off by that, but then bucephalus nodded at the other two guests. "theywill. care to fuck my bratty son, gentlemen?"

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Terrors of the Night

Barely had bucephalus had time to accept that change when the others began. the pinpricks migrated, gathering elsewhere on his body: his jaws, his hands, his crotch.

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