The Ponies' Sugar
Not feral ponies, but a matched set of anthro's that peered around beneath thick forelocks. they were built almost exactly the same, from the tapering of their noses to the spread of their shoulders.
Obsesstia
Celestia had dreamt of this for a long time. Just her and Twilight, alone in a darkened room behind locked doors, cuddled close together on a soft, warm bed. Twilight was nervous at first, of course, but she was inexperienced, if she was experienced...
Spirit Bound: Chapter 11
Mcdougal's ears flicked toward nicholas, who was watching some brightly colored cartoon involving talking feral ponies. "hi, nicholas. feeling better?" nicholas nodded distractedly without looking away from the tv.
The Mascot Breeding Program
His cock was at least twelve inches long, but her body swallowed all of it, just as it was designed to do, and that sensation left nyx snorting and whinnying like a feral pony might, digging his fingers firmly into the otter’s hips as he kept thrusting.
A Puppy For Christmas
The white horse finally yawned and rubbed his naked belly with wobbles of his nude pink sheathe, burping like a cute feral pony. he planted a little pecking kiss on the black horse's lips with a shy smile and blush.
Fertile Soil - Chapter 13
The boy lifted his eyes, gazing over at the frustrated feral pony and blushing slightly as he watched peaches' huge mottled shaft bobbing and flexing about underneath him, like some erotic weapon of mass destruction readying for action.
Man of the House
He rumbles in pleasure and strokes my mane again, as if i were a feral pony out to pasture. he takes the back of my head, gently guiding me. i see his huge fist, the big knuckles, the tendons running back toward his wrist.
The Cult of Friendship: Mindless Drone of Friendship
Even less for the feral pony drone to do. simply an engine to the carriage, giving more time to focus on the pleasure and bliss.
I, Dacien Chapter Thirteen: Affirmation
"it would be helpful if i had a couple of broken ferals. pony-trained, that's exotic enough. two, just two. i know it's not your favorite task ..." no.
Pound of Flesh
It was the size of a feral pony from prehistoric times, thick bodied and massive as the claws pricked lightly at the bed. "oh not hell."
The Cult of Friendship: Introduction
Heavy equine pants echo through the room, sound proofed, where no one else could hear him, allowing him to liberate himself by giving into his suppressed feral pony urges.
Mistress Shy's New Pet: Chapter Two
**Mistress Shy's New Pet** **Chapter Two** ** ** _Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)_ _Commissioned by Anonymous_ _ _ _ _ The basement was pitch black and Arctic stumbled down the last few steps as the reins were cruelly yanked, tugging him...