Jake and Frank
David germain (c) hoss hoss (c) his player. if you have any questions or inquiries about the story. please contact me at [[email protected]](/cdn-cgi/l/email-protection)' note: flamers will be laughed at, then ignored.
A New Partner part 2
Colin mckay all other characters (c) david germain david germain (c) hoss hoss (c) himself again if you would like to see wookie[e]'s artwork for yourself or if you have any questions or inquiries about the story.
Loyalty
Well, hoss is back for now. and i leave you with a hoss story, and a fairly twisted one. the story of aris, stallion and queen's champion.
Hoss Update: And the Ass Said to the Angel, Let's Play Kick to Kick.
Well, I have been to the mountain top. And it was fucking cold and sometimes blowing a gale and my mane looks really sexy blowing in a force 9 gale so that was ok. On more serious notes. Things have been not good, I lost my job, lost all confidence,...
Summer Bruin
"here's to us, to two massive brutes and a little hoss to enjoy them," tachi called, all three clinking their bowls together, though scottio gave a snort.
This is War (Chapter21, Book8)
Way to man up, hoss. what people?" "stillaguamish. but i can't speak lushootseed. just a few words i learned as a kid. but we didn't even live near the tulalip reservations or anything.
The Perils of Drink
"set us up some shots hoss boy... the king of beasts here has something to prove." the small gray rabbit calls as baran thinks that the rabbit's have already had one or two. 'it should be easy.'
Sniper God
There was the brothers pvt mack and pfc mark gaal, pvt sara "renamon" talis, sgt "ironside" yara, pvt hoss "mac" arthur, pvt luara "the fox" marion, pfc tal huck, and himself cpl ben "sage" huckaby.
Choice Words (By Andarius)
Oh fuck yea, hoss!" i slam his head against my muscle and press my hips forward, doing my damndest to bury my length as deep as i can. he whimpers in response, no doubt from the pain of my crushing strength.
Choice Words (Gift-fic for Zwoosh)
Oh fuck yea, hoss!" i slam his head against my muscle and press my hips forward, doing my damndest to bury my length as deep as i can. he whimpers in response, no doubt from the pain of my crushing strength.
Stable Lads
Who may be considering calling his new hoss, rum punch. or suffolk punch. i get them mixed up! ;p i jest. written for my sweetheart, who has created a new equine character by the name of madoc! which is, indeed, welsh! so that's my influence.
Nothing but the run
Now john is sixteen and cares more for his tablet than spending time with this old hoss. mary is thirteen and wants to be with her friends and not her dad. i set my hooves back to the run, this world is mine and mine alone.