Because You Have Wings
"emmanuel, how are you with feral horses?" "what?"
Breeding Mares
#5 of feral inclinations krista needs to be bred, but a mare needs a real stud of a feral stallion to breed her... --- these mini stories are fun to write! enjoy, lads and ladies! this story has been available for early reading on patreon for one month!
The Winking Asshole - Thirsty Version
Mainly feral horses were used, but the occasional centaur often acted as a sort of 'chauffeur,' and treated at a much higher status than the horses. elge was an aid to one of these centaurs, named iles.
The Winking Asshole - Hungry Version
Mainly feral horses were used, but the occasional centaur often acted as a sort of 'chauffeur,' and treated at a much higher status than the horses. rannick was an aid to one of these centaurs, named iles.
Double Shots
Usually she could satisfy herself when he was gone, but the mares on her farm were all going into heat and the sight of feral stallions dropping sheathe to mount was something she couldn't help but let affect her.
Gift Giving - Chocobotaur and Feral Horse TFs
"shade also mentioned that people would see us for who we were before, so people aren't gonna freak out about seeing a chocobotaur and a feral horse walking around.
Good Boy 3
When the wolf awoke, his surroundings were unfamiliar, and the sound of feral horse hooves clopping away filled the air.
Romp in the Fields
Jake winced a little as it stretched him out, the boy seeming to always forget just how _big_ the feral horses were.
Pleasing a Mare
An anthro horse takes it upon himself to please a feral mare who is very demanding of his attention!
March of Progress - Rainfurrest 2013 Flash Fiction
He followed along on his own feral horse to the site where a group of the government men and the swans from the railroad company waited for everyone. was it a shake-down?
Power and Pride
non-anthro horse irons clapping along the streets. torches, pinpricks of light in the sea of shadow past their vision. shouts. knocks on important doors. words exchanged. whispers, shouts.
Crewpup Eighteen
The massive feral stallion, head turned to sniff at the familiar weight fastened under him. the lithe pup--the bitch, as she liked to be called--panting in her harness, ready for her big show.