The Arena, chapter two: Escape.
The two allies, a tall golden retriever and a muscular pinto, stood up and nodded at him.
February October
Mother is a pinto rabbit, and that is the reason why all her kids looks different. i'm 170 centimeters tall without my ears, of course.
"Knocking Down the Fares"
pinto was holding both paws to his face, and he was flailing his hooves wildly in the air. there was a lot of blood on his paws, and it was dripping on the old man as he passed him through.
Late after work
A 1971 ford pinto two-door, in a bland, faded 70's limegreen color, streaks of rust running along the seams of the sheetmetal; a very anonymous, inconspicuous car.
Trans Lab 004
I parked my pinto and went inside. i wasn't fortunate enough to get a company car. when i got inside, i was greeted by a friendly looking, middle-aged cougar woman. she asked if i was interested in medical testing.
My First Party - Chapter 3: Healing
"ooh, pinto ponies. lots of them!" pinkie exclaimed. "well that little colt in ponyville did say he was from here, didn't he?" dash noted.
To Walk the Rainbow: Chapter 2
A pinto stared back. an obviously female paint horse stared and moved as he tried to. quickly, he stripped off his t-shirt and boxers, getting a full clear look at his new body. no doubt, he was a filly.
Jewel of the Spring #2
The closest person to me was a pinto stallion. before he could do anything i stared him down. he politely backed off the others saw his reaction and quietly did the same. i walked back outside and sat down on the stairs.
Capitulo 9. La última visita a mi viejo maestro.
De pronto siento como si los símbolos que pinto sobre mi cuerpo me quemaras, estaban empezando a brillar.
The Arrival
There are some things a stallion doesn't tell someone else, even their dear aged pinto mother. but not him. no. he got to know every secret. every little dark niggling bit of errata that made up my personality.
Chapter 8
Especially gloria a fifty two year pinto horse she treats me like one her children. i've told her that her husband is very lucky to be married for over thirty years. she admitted that she's fortunate to be with such a great man for all this time.
Regressive Tendencies: The Beginning (Chapter 2)
He had a brown and white pinto pattern to his coat, a brown mane and tail, and a dark gray nose. also, he wore no clothes - who knows, maybe the natives in this area didn't. "_¿qué quieren_?" he went on. "_¡no hice nada!