Fertile Soil - Chapter 7
The big shire was backing down off the hay now, looking over the trembling, gushing boy as if inspecting his handiwork.
The Mare Chair
But the shire-the shire was instinct-driven by one purpose, but so much more. so much more than a burrowing dinosaur-sized rod.
A Thorough Interview
The shire's erection was still standing proud, the pink flesh pulsing in time with the shire's heart rate.
Shire Problems...
The pony chuckled before nodding to the lookalike shire that had banged ralph's throat hours ago.
Fertile Soil - Chapter 6
~ the big black shire was getting fidgety in his stall again. he'd been alone for about an hour.
What the buck!
The shire rubbed and pressed at zeryx as he struggled in mason's balls.
Cream Filled Kitty
The shire and clydesdale were the last to cum and their neighs mingled together.
Fertile Soil - Chapter 9
He had fully transformed back to that magnificent, giant shire stallion body.
The Yiffing Man
The shire, whom is more collected, begins to line darryl's mouth with slivering silky dick, throbbing wildly, excited, ready to spray gallons of special shire seed down the human's under-sized stomach. "heheh.
Fertile Soil - Chapter 10
Of course, his coltish musk was quite noticeable as well and did wonders for getting and keeping the shire boy fully aroused.
Fertile Soil - Chapter 5
~ the black shire stallion felt a little cramped in his stall.
Hostle(r)
The giant shire finishes, laughing with a cruel amused whinny. only now did he see that the shire was actually carrying a diaper bag. "oh, fuck me!"