Secrets in Storage
Summary: a fennec girl cleaning out her grandparent's attic finds a curious pair of hooved boots and jokingly tries them on.
First Time Daddy: Chapter 2
He had thigh high leather hoof boots and leather sleeves, with a nice collared leash around his neck that he was just finishing tightening when he saw max step out from the bedroom. "oh. my. goodness."
(ZOO) COMM - Mare Tending - Chapter Two
David leapt out of bed, quickly grabbing some clean clothes and pulling them on before snatching up the hoof boots at the end of his bed. “i'll be right there!"
Tackled by Tackle
His hooves protected from the filth and grim of the street by a pair of hoof-boots that were shined so carefully they seemed to have their own luminescence. “this is unit 1018. cancel that apb. subject vaulted the wall into g-r-a-c-p territory.
Caged Pony
Grudgingly he lifted it as well, and she started on the second hoof boot. "besides, excessive is half the point!
Latexia's Horse Toy
._ he blushed as he was forced up on tiptoes, his feet encapsulated in a sort of hoof-boot as the latex flowed around him. he couldn't stop it, and it was...enticing, to say the least.
Blacktail Sanctuary - Chapter One -
After a few moments repose, she crouched down and undone the hoof-boots the management made her wear. they were a thick leather 'shoe' of sorts, that fit over her cloven hooves and buckled tightly behind her ankle.
Auction
As she changed position, though her frustrated, muffled words changed into a weak, shuddering little moan as the plugs shifted, cheeks discolouring sharply almost as much as they did, feeling the tiny padlocks shift about on her hoof mittens and hoof boots
Bound at the Art Show
Relieved, goatie's shoulders slumped and he eagerly followed as she strode ahead of him, a fine pair of imitation leather hoof-boots stretching up from her own pair of cloven hooves.
Af-Filly-Ate Pony
The tiger even seemed alright as he was led to step into a set of hoof boots, the opening cinched up nice and tight around each ankle.
M/F - Stable Mates - Chapter One -
. \* after her shower, dressed lightly in a fluffy bath robe designed for her 6'7" frame, her iron shod hooves slipped into special hoof-boots, she sat down at the table and poured herself a cup of coffee from the simmering pot, then held it in her
Whether the Wether is Hot
Bear's hoof boots clicked with each tentative step as he was led down rows of uncomfortable metal stalls, the entire world of cattle roleplay completely foreign to the casual pony play enthusiast.