Friendship is Hunted: Pinkie Pie Surprise
#7 of friendship is hunted this time it's pinkie pie who faces the huntsman...and she's got a secret! the huntsman didn't understand why pinkamena pie had asked him to meet her in this dark, near-abandoned home.
Friendship is Hunted: The Twilight Hour
Twilight can handle the huntsman. she's got a real good plan." "where is the huntsman, pray tell?"
Your Name Is: Skúmálfar - Chapter 01
For a little bit the huntsman wanted to believe them, get wrapped up in their version of the world, maybe whatever they found in their time away could rub off on the huntsman.
Tastes like Apples
The high elder inquired of the huntsman, looking up into the alien's pale blue eyes, the huntsman blinking a bit, nervously rubbing the back of his neck. "ohr'ion was my father." the huntsman admitted. "yes." "wait. seriously?! the huntsman's father?"
The Huntsman's Trap
The huntsman added. "...well, we're boned!"
The Huntsman
#15 of colchechestrians we follow a truly wretched soul: the huntsman are huntsman humans? aahh dear reader, you've stumbled into a particularly loaded question there.
Friendship is Hunted: Plan of Attack
"um...m-mister...huntsman, sir?" apple bloom managed to gulp out, the huntsman lowering the apple he'd been about to eat, staring at her with his pale, icy blue eyes, slowly blinking at her.
Friendship is Hunted: Royal Treatment
The huntsman remarked. "quite a mouth she's got on her..." and then he grinned darkly. "would you like to see mine?!" _"mister huntsman?"
Friendship is Hunted: Killing with Kindness
The huntsman admitted. "you have...followers? like a cult?" fluttershy asked as the huntsman nervously rubbed the back of his neck. "er, more like a religion.
Friendship is Hunted: Spike and Rarity's Burning Love
"uh...well...i'm sure the huntsman didn't make them suffer."
Friendship is Hunted: Killing with Kindness, Pt.2
The huntsman admitted. "you have...followers? like a cult?" fluttershy asked as the huntsman nervously rubbed the back of his neck. "er, more like a religion.
Origin of the Hunt
She admitted to the huntsman, her groin beginning to rub inside the tubular tunnel of the huntsman's cock, her crotch and legs already now covered with huntsman seed.