Soarin heard her cheer but it didn’t mean anything to him at that moment, it was just pure noise. He started to think about that stallion again. Big Mac. The way he sweated as he pulled a trow behind him, plowing the farm. He worked so hard, and Soarin couldn’t help but always stare at the way he panted and breathed heavily while pulling it, and the way the sweat matted down his fur and mane after a long session of plowing.
’Plowing.’ , he thought. Oh, how much I would love to get plowed by such a bigger stallion than I. So strong too. I bet his member packed so much force that it could make me scre—
Soarin’s mini fantasy was cut too short by the sound of his head hitting the bottom metal part of the hoop. All that was heard was a very loud ’CLANG’ which followed him beginning to fall toward the ground.
This reminds me of the movie, Cars when Lighting McQueen thought about the twins.
I have to say, I enjoyed the first chapter of this story, now lets move to the second chapter.
Someone help this comment is lonely
Sorry can't read it now just got a great story in my mind can't let it slip away!!
This reminds me of the movie, Cars when Lighting McQueen thought about the twins.
I have to say, I enjoyed the first chapter of this story, now lets move to the second chapter.