Stallion Stories

“You know you want it…” The black stallion rumbled a snort, a hot puff of air bursting from his fluttering nostrils, sucking in a deep breath as he re-racked the barbell. Sweat glistened on his hide, lining his muscles, his forelock hanging down the side of his face, though the anthro was hardly concentrating on his workout anymore. No… No, the slut of a fox on his knees before him was far more alluring, whimpering and wh...

The stallion smirked, squeezing the donkey’s backside, smooth with grey fur and impossibly soft. A donkey’s coat was thicker than that of a horse, better for dispersing heat in hotter climates and terrible at keeping them dry in wetter climates, but it was just right for him as he slid the fat length of his meat over that backside. He groaned out loud, tail flicking, but the chestnut stud stallion had so much more to give...