Heaven or Hell
As the horse stepped up to try to get the horse into position, i remembered the male-milker jutting up out of the floor and realized it must be for the zebra.
Pregnant males' facility
Cupping both of the swollen male milkers into your hands, you squeezed the soft mounds, feeling how the warm horsemilk quickly coated your fingers, seeping out of the sensitive equine nipples.
Bound for His Birthday
**Bound for His Birthday** ** ** _Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)_ _Commissioned by D.C. Yote_ _ _ _ _ Tipsily, perhaps drunkenly, the coyote stumbled down the street, bumping lightly into lampposts with the taste of too many drinks on his...