As the night went by
His dick peeked out of his sheath just as his brother's scent hit his nose: it smelled like a recently fucked mare, sugar, oats, leather and sweat. again, he thought: "well, fuck".
Fly on the Wall
In due time, the water in the pot began to properly boil, and the shirtless bodybuilding stallion slowly dropped in his carefully measured quantity of oats into the boiling water. after several minutes, his meal was ready.
Day one...
Adding a few pawfulls of oats to the horses' food, he strokes them a bit before turning his attention back to he skunkette. "i assume there's a reason why you haven't used the opportunity to escape?" "what opportnity?"
What Dreams Become
He was a wanderer, a nomad that, though had sowed his oats in many places, was never comfortable settling in with any one female.
The Daisy Chronicles 2: Wishes
I lay on the edge of the bed, petting daisy the cow's neck as she eats her morning oats. "daisy, what is our schedule for the day?"
A Call from Thalia Balia, The Queen Oreamnos
The o stands for oats.
La Curandera - Chapters 1, 2 and 3
He rolled his eyes and scooped a measuring cup of oats out of the heavy porcelain container at the end of the counter; oats were a staple of the household, and one of the few foods they could buy in bulk.
A Father's Praise - Part 1
Kristian obliged, and bruno began to slice pears he'd bought at the marketplace the previous day, to eat with their oats. kristian stirred the oats listlessly. bruno watched him closely for a period of time.
Guarded - Episode 5
"look sheep, oats and grains don't keep the muscle on. you want your bodyguard kicking ass properly, let me have my protein!"
Master of the house Chap 2
This morning it was toasted bread slices, jam, oat cakes, and fresh melon slices, apple cider that had been chilled over night in the ice box to drink.
The Roommates Secret (Commission for dante777a on FA)
His nose was flooded with a scent that seemed like a mixture of sweat and sex and oats and leather and barns... and horse. it was a strange, erotic scent, one that dale couldn't help but enjoy.
Pathfinding: An Adult Choose Your Own Adventure, Seventy-fifth Entry
"wild oats and all that." windtooth arched an eyebrow at kabula's words, then grinned as he settled down next to her, one hand holding his own cup of the steaming liquid...and the other resting quite intimately on her rump.