The Tribe had Always Warred Chapter 3: The Guild
The horse breeder is a bit more, pushy so to speak, offering war horses and riding horses, but finally relenting and showing him a pair of draft horses for a hundred-fifty silver each.
Tales from Silicon City 21: Interrogation
Honey bun the draft mare, éclair the black bear, croissant the hippo, and their leader, creampuff the kangaroo. creampuff currently regarded their unruly captive with a cruel grin before she finally spoke.
~ Foundation ~
The foreman — an old draft horse with a voice like gravel — took one look at the big black colt and put him on the hardest tasks. arthur never complained.
Zootopia: Twas that dumb box!
As he promised...gideon tended to the afternoon chores, carrying bails of hay to the draft horses in the barn on the family farm. "now that? that was a good episode huh travis?" "yeah...." the weasel replied. "sure was gid.
Coming to Terms: Another First
He knew he had an oral fixation, and had fantasized about giving head to the draft stallion for a long time. his heart was racing.
Pentagone's Heart. Ch. 1
The family had two big draft horses, and a pony. the drafts were both mares, and were used for pulling wagons, plows and logs. the pony was a stout little gelding, who for the most part, was there to keep the drafts in line.
Halloween special: Hunted Feline
The slender, quadrupedal body the size of a draft horse crouched low to the ground, blocking off his planned route of escape back to the trail. charl had barely registered the monster stalking him, when the thing pounced.
A Strange Dream
"slightly bigger than a draft horse. had hooves like one, too." the clerk cupped her chin in thought. "now that i think of it, that... actually sounds cute. still, you should think about seeing someone.
Forgetful Girl
The hells-pass ranch was probably the first place of its' kind that he'd ever dare to call a proper 'business', and at the very least the draft stallion could appreciate all the effort that went into the place.
Renapony: The Farm
Led in, she glanced past a set of stalls she was led past, where a powerful draft horse stood, munching lazily from a feed bag, watching her placidly as she passed by, and she was turned to an open stall.
Bad Joke
, asked marin while standing in front of the sobbing draft horse. rowan was kind of drunk, he knew that, but he was so tired and felt so rueful that he could do nothing but muster a weak "yeah, m'kay".
Equine Adjustments
Tamara sighed and got close to the window, guiding the draft horse through the application as she went, often needing to repeat certain sections so they could understand. eventually, they slid it back to her.