“Knees high.”
They were high, weren’t they?
“You should be practically hoping from one foot to the other! As soon as you bring a foot down, the other should be on its way up…”
Is that even possible? Was he really making that bad a job of it?
“That’s it. Now your ass swishing is getting that tail to move. Looks good, pony.”
He felt a hearty pat on his haunch and a surge of blush and pride. What the hell was wrong with him? People don’t get off on being paraded around like a show horse…
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But they do. And they’re super hot for doing it :D
I heard a cry for more pet play and here I am to save the day. I must be functioning on a feast or famine mentality here… No art for months on end and then a double whammy within days.
Lap it up, folks. Who knows when the next picture will fall…
