No Tit for Tat
The mighty draft horse asks teasingly as he trots into the kitchen. "naw... of course not."
Tate takes the team
As the mighty draft horse used him like a fuck toy, even as the rest of the team starred in wide eyed lust and amusement. the stunned black stallion looked from the moaning nickering draft horse, to his grinning snickering friends.
Wrestling a Legend...
As her gelded boyfriend babbled on about how big and impressively male the stout draft horses male organs were. jana was whinnying and moaning, as she gasped from breath loudly as the draft horse fucked into her a bit faster.
Wrong place wrong time?
In the living room stood a third male a massive draft horse, twelve foot tall with sleek black fur and white mane an tail. the big and very naked draft horse was sporting an enormous erection.
High Stakes Game...
Tomas the big draft horse and then zuchter the creamy lipizzaner and lead them away. the big draft horse swagger off happily, flashing a smirk over his shoulders. "you losers can all go home..."
A Worthy Challenger
The draft horse didn't maintain his feral rutting for long because his orgasm was right around the corner.
Tate Rape
Davis exclaimed, in awe as he spotted for this mighty draft horse as tate sat up. the big lion was impressed with this new guy, the draft horse would be a great addition to the weight team.
Chapter 6: A First Time For Everything
A First Time For Everything "Holis am I desirable?" Alesta asked with slurred words. "You're the sexiest woman on the station," Holis answered softly. "You really think so?" Alesta asked. Holis smiled and picked her back up carrying...
Chapter 4: A very good morning
A Very Good Morning Holis awoke the next morning to a squeal coming from nearby although he didn't know where. He figured it was his imagination and slowly stretched. He got up and decided he should take a shower and as he put a towel around his...
Driving Miss Rosie
# Driving Miss Rosie ## S.M. Wolf * * * _Sam. Mistress Margaret, Miss Rosie and this story © 2011 by S.M. Wolf. Characters and this story may not be copied or used without prior written consent of the author. Any resemblance to any person, living or...
Always Cry Wolf (Part V)
Trevor turned to flee but as he tried to escape the stabbing blade of the knife sunk into his back and he fell under the weight of the draft horse. the taste of blood filled his muzzle and he began to choke.
69 is my favourite number
This is something I did back in 2004 for the nifty archives, It's been a while since I looked over it but I decided I would post this here for folks to read, it was originally a human story however I've made a few adjustments to make it furry. please...