Tate Rape
Davis exclaimed, in awe as he spotted for this mighty draft horse as tate sat up. the big lion was impressed with this new guy, the draft horse would be a great addition to the weight team.
Stud Dad
The draft had always taken a quiet pride in being the biggest guy in school; it was kind of the thing, for drafts. no matter what else, they ruled the dick-roost. dylan was nowhere close to him, for example.
Humbling the jocks... chap 1
Donny asked weakly, knowing the draft horse had been expecting a bit more than just lunch. "sure..." cameron grunted, and then the big draft horse smiled ruefully as he realized that he hadn't brought anything to eat.
The Karn Dominion, The Hybrid War, Specimen 224
All stage 4's are like this, they are meant to be only draft animals and have no need of intelligence to perform that function.
Designated driver Architect of revenge
The big draft horse killed it, and smiled at bjorn as he produced yet another bottle. clearly the big draft horse wanted to be a lot drunker... if he was going to rut another male. "yer a handy guy to have around..."
Out to Stud
The draft horse let out a neigh that became a moan as he was pushed over the edge and orgasmed.
Welcome to the Mansion
That's why i have brought you here, for you both to be what you should be.", anastasia spoke as she held her glass of wine, "now i know you, saw, are a draft horse. kyo, you are a white and blue cat. i, myself, am a leopard."
New mare
Boing announced, strolling by the big draft horse stallion who flashed the goat a lusty grin. "heheh..." fin
Cops and Rubbers
Again, she steeled them in her eyes like a trap as her firm muscular draft body stood rigid like stone.
A stunning revelation...
The young draft horse was wearing a brand new sweat shirt, from the local universities athletic department that strongly hinted the draft horse was an athlete.
A Painful Wake-Up Call
Melissa grinned to herself as she spotted her younger brother standing in the hallway, digging through the pile of clean clothes outside his bedroom door. Messy little runt, didn't he know how to put anything away? Not that it mattered to her, as long...
Ten, Nine, Eight...
Finally the grey draft looked at me. "yes?" "hey, i'm silver." i held my paw out to shake convivially. apparently good manners were not on order at the bar tonight.