A Farm Vacation
Standing there in the pen was a massive stallion, with a proud white fur coat and a rich black mane to compliment his colour.
The Persistent Dragon Stirs Up Trouble
The door to penelope's stable door was much like the stable doors of regular horse pens...
I love horses...
"jeez, wonder which is worse snoring or bugs" he whispered looking into all the pens he could, jeremy couldn't help but notice the names on all the pens: thunder, hammer, alkaios, megalo and many more greek and all round powerful names on all of the pens
A Farm Vacation #3
He pointed towards the corner of the pen, and their eyes turned towards the darkness.
Tiger's Den: Part Two
“i'm pen, pen the swan. it's a pleasure to meet our newest harem sister!" pen, the swan with smooth, white feathers greeted her even as the doe taur took a step back, her head held haughtily high.
A Harem of Breeders - Chapter 2
From one end to the other it was filled with pens, most of them occupied by dogs of various breeds, the last pen was home to a large lion.
Love Potion #10 - Consequences, Part 2
The security at this particular county fair was fairly lax, so the woman had no trouble sneaking over the fence into my pen, carrying a little, black briefcase.
Addiction 1: Pigpen
One of the farmers mumbles something incoherent as they both lean over the pen, watching us.
WoW: ...no, you get piglets.
The next morning, gruk'thar picked him up and placed him in the pen with the eager, musky boar. griselde was there, too, ready to seal his fate if he so much as swivelled his hips away from the male.
A fox Behind Bars part 8
"no pen," i said. the guard rolled his eyes and patted his pockets. "here," he passed a pen he'd found. "thank you, sir."
Dragon Ranch: Caught in the Act
Kyle turned to the door of relia's pen and opened it. rachel held the door open behind him, leaning up against the door frame and idly staring outside. the dragon trainer was obviously not comfortable letting kyle in the pen by himself.
Tailfeathers of a Young Phoenix
There, poking around into the end of the pen was the head of a third plumalanx. i realised i hadn't thought about the other pens around the inside of the tent, cliques of four, rarely apart...