Sleepover Surprise
I, a red fox, was sitting on the floor with kevin, a brown and white pinto horse, playing video games. i was trying desperately to keep up with him in a racing game, but seemed to hit every banana peel on the level. it was all in good fun though.
Dungeons&Dragons&Diapers
One of the most popular anal riders was a black and white pinto pony who had a monolithic clydesdale for a dad.
A Little Prodding
Carlos has been a sweet little pinto who was similar to the smaller horse darren had brought with him. darren called his brother 'colt' even thought he wasn't really a colt.
Spiritual Connection
Thankful for the assistance, the husky didn't complain when one or two of those hands, especially that of the tall pinto stallion, lingered for a few moments longer than was really necessary.
El Secreto de Tora: Crossover Bryce
Quizás los inmensos arboles que se levantaban en todos lados y el olor a pinto fresco que pupulaba por la zona lo neutralizaban. volvió la vista un momento a su espalda para localizar a uros, que al igual que él, se estaba zampando otro ciervo.
El tigre y el dragon
Gracias, que no te beso por que te pinto los huevos hijo, pero gracias. cambio de escena. tras un minuto, estaba frente a unas escaleras. -- ¡pilar! --chinga a tu reputa madre--me contesto kate, tambien con un buen acento. --pilar, por dios.
Hostle(r)Finale
The white and black pinto stallion looked down at him; his naked fur looked like he had rolled in black and white paint or someone had thrown a couple buckets at him. "tasty."
A Challenging Gift
I found the bottle of pinto and poured her a glass. she took it and sipped the ruby liquid gently the deep red lingering on her lips for a moment before she licked it off.
Because You Have Wings
"there's a lovely pinto whose grandsire taught me how to ride. i'm a much bigger bear than i was back then, but jason doesn't seem to mind." "jason?"
Thrash and Gnash: Reaction Park
The vehicle in question was an ancient ford pinto, complete with terrible flame paint job, fuzzy dice in the rear view mirror, and old cans of drink and empty snack bags all over the back seat.
The Divide: Prologue
Wild grasses sighed as she pivoted on one foot towards the pinto stallion and quickly rose to tiptoe, tangling her fingers in the fabric of his shirt.
Invasion ch 8: Birthday Slaveprize
His master asks, in return getting a nod from this strange horse as the pinto ducks behind for a bit and drapes the leather saddle thing over the fence like a drying brown towel.