Pirating (written by Gabriel Clyde)
A sudden gust of wind on the new tack carried his hat away, and the captain snatched at it but failed to grasp the flying fabric.
New Twists
Admiral tack immediately declared, but i was forced to shake my head. from a purely biological perspective, the concept certainly made sense.
The Slave Mare and the Breeding Farm, Chapter Three: Paying Her Way
There was no protecting her bare cunny, however, and she stared at the tack for a distraction. none of the tack was designed for anthro equines. she straightened, clear blue eyes meeting sandy's with all the resilience she could muster. "well..."
Dragon Training
Glancing back at him, she was abruptly aware of the predator he truly was, beneath all the tack and finery she garbed her more willing mounts in. he planted a paw between her shoulder blades and leaned. "oi! get off!"
Perfect Fantasy
He had spent the summer in a mixture of confusion and arousal with the horses and the tack they wore.
Wild Horses Part 5 Some Girls
When we got home we went through our ritual of tack removal, rub down and bath. after i dried him off, we made our way to the blanket.
The Trouble with Cultures
Lego hopped into the command chair tacking a button pinging the two "dots". aither, a red panda and wolf mix, along with vin, another tescorosso mixed with deer, were dealing with an issue between two werewolf tribes.
Pleasure on the Pelago - Part Two
She giggled like it was the most simple and obvious thing in the world, and tutted playfully as she gestured at those extra straps which luke had watched being affixed to mason's tack just recently.
A Stablehand's Stable Hands
“yeah, in the tack room.” cobb nodded.
The Twelve Talismans - Chapter 14 - World Tour
Her gaze fell on a large einstein poster... the tacks were moved recently. there was a new set of holes in the poster. (let's take a look shall we?) gatomon undid the bottom two tacks in the corners, and lifted the poster. (now... what is this?)
Chapter 1 - Sassafras and Cinders
The otter sort of tacks on the last part as if it's _my_ fault hes violating my metaphysical personal space let alone my physical personal space. "names is ethan. ethan brooks." he sticks out one of his big otter paws. "telepath, ay?
Haven
His walking staff slowly tack tacking against the floor laboriously with every slowing step until he stood before the large white marble statue of the goddess surrounded by gurgling pools of water from a stream further back in the large carved room.