Fang, Hoof, Antler, Claw: Petrocolus's Opportunity
And i mean, they take to being gelded like nothing happened at all." petro clapped his heavy hands together, a thumping boom carrying surprisingly well through the adobe house.
The Prisoner
America finally admitted to itself that an unorthodox solution would have to be found to deal with the extreme overcrowding in its prisons. private prisons were simply unable to deal with the amount of criminals, thanks both to the never-ending...
Unbearably Hot
Making the geldings hips jerk forward into his fist, as seedless prostate juice dribbled over his fingers. "my turn." red laughed, as dan pulled out leaving that shiny black equine tailhole dangling open slightly a long string of cum drooling out of it.
Tiger Pounced...
One big paw sliding up to the zebracorn's smooth flat crotch, exploring that velvety flat spot where the gelding's fat proud jewels had once been.
Dangers of Gal'Dun
Since sapient creatures started creating communities, mythos has always been attached to the name of the unicorn. They made themselves scarce to humans, vampires, orcs, and even other anthros, and not without good reason. The silvery range of cool...
Big Debt
The gelding's body was shifting, changing... pecs grew teats becoming larger as he felt a womb forming... a moment later, ovaries grew, large and needy, desperate for foaling.
Camp Cuckold chap 3
The fat bull grunted, gesturing for genie to straddle the new gelding's muzzle.
Kapitel 1: Ein neuer Anfang
geld ist geld' "$50?", fragte er den fahrer. "na also, das nenn ich doch mal'n schnäppchen.", sagte der kojote und öffnete die tür. "spring rein", knurrte er rau, während er mit dem gaspedal spielte.
Your all Mine...
Bucking and snorting in pleasure, as his mouth wandered down to the geldings still erection organ. lipping and kissing over that big blunt head, while the big useless cock drooled shiny clear seedless juice.
FLYING HIGH
Und dein geld nehm ich auch" er holte einen taschenrechner unter dem tresen hervor. „kein wechselkurs, aber unter dem tisch macht das...", er unterbrach und tippte in den rechner, „pi?? d-mark, f-fünf." er blickte die drei erwartungsvoll an.
Begegnung mit dem Leprechaun oder St. Patrick Nacht
Patrick war ein nichtsnutz, arbeit und ehrlich sein geld verdienen war nicht seine sache, dagegen feiern, trinken und schabernack.
Fantasy
Playing out his little fantasy, here he was the drunken hero freshly gelded and about to be fucked by the blacksmith. "ohooo gods... did i pass out? am i a gelding now mr. blacksmith?" "heheh... yes you are."