~ Down On The Farm ~
Jenny nickered in laughter, her long, golden ears twitching too and fro as she shivered in the tack and harness that bound her equine form to the plough she had been pulling. \* jenny was a palomino-taur.
My Horse
"i will put 4 tons of hay in the barn that will last you a while and leave you with four 50 gallon drums of grain and all the tack you will need." "i still have school to contend with."
The Revenge Of The Ice-Queen
She returned a bit later, un-tacked then groomed her before leaving the stable yard and entering the house, going for a hot shower.
TBW:IQ - Chapter Four: Industrialised Estates And Junk Yards
.~ at three o'clock she brought both horses in then tacked up pearl before she left, riding the silvery coloured mare. she returned a bit later, un-tacked then groomed her before leaving the stable yard and entering the house, going for a hot shower.
Spyro - Hero
His acute hearing picked out the sounds of screams, and shouts, the tack-tack-tack of machine guns. he let out a thundering roar, momentarily silencing the storm raging around and inside him with his majesty, manifesting his anger at the gnorcs.
Savior
"how have you been liking my tack?"
Chapter Nine: Builders
She just made sure that the tack room, feed room and all the stables were clean and tidy as well as the yard itself. she also drove all of her cars round the back of her house, out of the way of the garage.
Watch Your Backside
When the last tack was removed, sabrina rubbed her sore bottom and hissed at the light pain that remained, her students trying hard not to burst into laughter again.
Der Lebensfaden
#2 of gedichte **der lebensfaden** tick tack, tick tack die zeit ist verronnen. der lebensfaden wurde weitergesponnen. freude und hoffnung, trauer und sorgen. tief in unseren herzen verborgen.
more than cyber yiff
So tacked into my favourite gay porno site, as i do after every failing date which means i'm a regular visitor.
Change of Plans Part 1
The wolf's pants were still wet from his piss and my suit was covered in dusty from when i tacked him in the woods on the side of the road, not to mention the drying blood in my head-fur. he bumped into me, clumsily.
A Heart Reconsidered 13
Let me bag up some buckles and roll up the tack for you.” i repeated the spell on the tack and buckles, then tied them to the saddle and hoisted it over my shoulder once more. i smiled at the shopkeeper once more. “a blessing from the maker.