<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Tails on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/tails/</link><description>Recent content in Tails on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 30 May 2026 20:13:47 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/tails/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Sara's Mannequin Suit 7: Product Testing</title><link>/stories/2016/09/03/saras-mannequin-suit-7-product-testing/</link><pubDate>Sat, 03 Sep 2016 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2016/09/03/saras-mannequin-suit-7-product-testing/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="sarasmannequinsuit6.html"&gt;story continues from part six&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 7: Product Testing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Gavin sat at his desk in his office just outside the server room at SMS Creations.  He was tracking down an intermittent problem by tediously scanning pages and pages of log files.  &amp;ldquo;There has to be a better way.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He pushed his chair back and propped his feet up, trying to think of something.  &amp;ldquo;Ah ha, this should do it.&amp;rdquo;  He immediately positioned himself back over the keyboard and managed to type a few characters before the phone rang.  &amp;ldquo;Crap!  Stupid phone.&amp;rdquo;   He picked up the receiver.  &amp;ldquo;Hello.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Sarak 3: Sarak's New Venture</title><link>/stories/2013/03/09/sarak-3-saraks-new-venture/</link><pubDate>Sat, 09 Mar 2013 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2013/03/09/sarak-3-saraks-new-venture/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="sarak2.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sarak 2: Sarak learns about Ponygirls&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 3: Sarak&amp;rsquo;s New Venture&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;All the ponies had spent a restful night, all complete
and safe within themselves and with their new master, whilst Sarak himself had
slept a deep and eventful night, full of prancing ponygirls, and sexual
dalliances. He woke in the morning, and
after splashing water on his face, he again went in search of apples for the
ponies, pausing on his way to relieve himself, and noticing that this morning
his penis looked bigger than normal.
Strange he thought, staring at himself as he urinated into the bushes,
watching the steady flow coming from what was now a hardening of his shaft and
a tightening of his scrotum. The last
drops of urine were now being forced down the length of his penis, hard and straight
out before him. Trying to ignore this
fact he carried on to the apple trees with a huge bulge forced into his
breaches, and there managed to collect enough apples to feed the ponygirls.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Champions at Last</title><link>/stories/2007/03/26/champions-at-last/</link><pubDate>Mon, 26 Mar 2007 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2007/03/26/champions-at-last/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;It was the last day of the Cheerleader Championships and, as a member of the press, I had a prime view from my seat in the stands. Things worked out perfectly when the team I had my eye on came in fourth place. That would take them out of the spotlight while everyone focused on the winning three teams.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The program told me their names were Nina, Panni, Anita and Laura and they were from a college on the East coast. My phony media credentials also got me in the closing dinner and it was no problem working things to end up sitting at their table.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Sarak 2: Sarak learns about Ponygirls</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/sarak-2-sarak-learns-about-ponygirls/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/sarak-2-sarak-learns-about-ponygirls/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="sarak.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sarak&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 2 : Sarak learns about Ponygirls&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sarak woke to the hum of bees, as they flew through the covering of trees above his head, and that of the glade he had spent the night. His awakening mind listened to the clamour of the bees as they travelled about their business. He heard the tinkle of the brook, as it ran over some stones before dropping into the pool that made up the centre of this peaceful intermission, in an otherwise fairly barren and sparse piece of countryside. The noises drifted through, and he heard further noises, those of horses or ponies as they stamped the grass in the morning light. Sarak woke then in a start, the previous day&amp;rsquo;s memories flooding through. He stared around him, first locating the six ponygirls, then scanning the undergrowth, then as he stood, looking amongst the trees. Dropping his cloak to the ground, his covering for the night, he stretched and walked to the water&amp;rsquo;s edge, kneeled and drank his fill. Then rising he gathered the knives he had collected from the fallen Masan, and set off to discover whether he and the ponies were still safe here, alone and without recourse to any other travellers coming upon them.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>