“Oh c’mon, you know that mares are way more aerodynamic than stallions...for obvious reasons,” Soarin countered, getting a grin from Spitfire.
“Yeah-yeah, the old ‘I have huuuge dangling stallion bits so I can’t fly for manure’ argument,” Spitfire pressed, "'they're inside my coat-tight jumpsuit, but they affect me somehow!'"
Soarin simply rolled his eyes. “Yeah, well you sure seem to like my ‘huge stallion bits’,” Soarin retorted, making Spitfire smirk back.
“Yeah, yeah, and don’t forget who that big ol’ dick and those balls belong to, hmm?” Spitfire asked, giving Soarin a quick smooch on the lips. Soarin huffed, walking away to the showers, Spitfire following him closely.
A friend of mine actually pulled the huge off in a different meaning recently
You earned it, Rumble!
And sorry about the last comment, old habit.
Though...
A friend of mine actually pulled the huge off in a different meaning recently
Ok you knew exactly what this title is and pretty much the first comment on the story is me accidentally guessing the title.
Makes me realize how much this joke is used.
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If you can't guess it, then I'm amazed how are you writing good stories... so yea. You monster. :]
Thunderlane is such a fucking bro in this. What a breath of fresh air.
The middle of this chapter is soo intense that i nearly died, so i punched myself in the face 3 times to get back with reality