The Filly Breeder
It was a good thing that equine sheaths could be tucked in close to the body and, well, balls were harder to hide, but she hadn't needed to conceal them for long in the low, sultry light of the stable.
Morning Clean
Shoving a ball gag into her mouth and taking miyia by her arm as he lead her from her stall and out threw a pair of large double doors into the stables fields.
(Scrapped) Song of Dragons(RD Chap 1)
Though, he only noticed that because the stable keep was whispering about it quite loudly. the noise didn't go above a dull roar as dylan left the stables.
Intimate Bond story
Mike leads the lioness towards the stable, but as he closes the door, she playfully taps the latch with her paw, effortlessly popping it open. the lioness walks confidently towards the stable, her powerful muscles rippling beneath her sleek fur.
The Princess
Yet now she walked towards the stables under the light of the moon. there were no guards to stop her as she opened the stable door just enough to step inside. her walk continued along the row of massive stalls in which the winged beasts slumbered.
Devil's Medium
He turned to the stables, unaware of the suddenly white inn keeper behind him, and ran inside. he followed the sounds to the last stall in the stables, and came accross a sight that truly sickened him.
Rainy Night Reaming
He hoped just to make it out of the stable in one piece and undetected. though the storm showed no signs of abating, the rapidash grew ragged in his actions. each buck became stiff and awkward.
Guns of Legend: Chapter Fifteen
The kashni made his way around the back of the church and towards a small door next to the stables. after shouting a greeting to the stable boy, he opened the door and went inside.
Under the Mount
She said, gesturing toward the back door of the stable. melanie hurried around to the rear end of the stable, and saw that the door was slightly ajar. it creaked loudly as she slipped through it, scaring her slightly.
Following your own path.
(go to 9) **32:** the ork scratches his head before nodding, leading you in a corner of the stables where a breeding post is resting.
Being a Good Horse
The rubber horse was standing in his nice, well-polished stall in the stable.
Black Ice
the stables were on the edge of a stretch of forestry that attracted too many tourists during the summer months, not only in my opinion.