Joel and the Muscle Beast - 2
Byron slid a plate toward him, and joel felt his eyes widening in awe as the stallion emptied a pan's worth of prime cuts onto his plate.
Ordering the Atlas
The draft horse stood casually with both of his white hands on his hips. "ah'm atlas." he offered matter-of-factly. "...horse?"
Roomate Romp
Looking up at the seven foot draft horse, he noticed the grin was still on his muzzle. "why yes, there was something i needed. something i've needed ever since i moved in here."
Treating a Gorgon
Finally the draft horse reluctantly took his limp juice-covered dick from her warm, wonderful folds.
Liquid Diet (NOT VORE)
Eventually, seth would need to release duncan and seek a new volunteer to eat, or else the draft horse's beautiful body would begin to atrophy with famine.
A is for...
Instinctively, our draft horse grabbed her thighs as a brace, beginning to rub the soaked fur dry upon his head.
A night to remember
The draft horse shoved his crotch into the canid's face and chase began to work the length of meat with his tongue.
Master of the house... Chap 1
His oldest brother was born the next year, looking very much like their draft horse mother. he'd been sent off to work the fields, with the other draft horses.
Dear Philip
Daresay, it was not fashionable for even a human to delve into a stallions' business. oh, yes, i spied that cretin all too well! can you imagine? a human playing with himself like a stallion! imagine that! a human!"
Remaking the herd Gluttony
"i don't think you really understand what goes on here... we get lots of big dirty draft horses here. they are looking for a lot more than just rest from the trade roads..."
FIRGP: Furry Invitational Racing Grand Prix
The stallion glides eagerly along on two balanced tires like the dancer it was meant to be. the stallion is at one with the bike. frison realizes with sudden euphoric wonder, that he and the stallion within the bike are one!
A Touch Too Long
"judging by the weight," he judged, "a draft horse may be better." they both looked at me, and i frowned back. "no way-" i began. "what's the alternative?" carnaby observed, "starve?"