That Damnable, Heavy Shade
“hey big hoss. you doing alright?” it’s fluffybutt69, some random wolf guy i met briefly one time in a random chat about writing stories.
The Club
"fuck this pinky in his boi pussy hoss, your going to be his first or i will." the big dark wolf growled his thick fuck stick twitching between his legs, clearly a slab of dick meat that'd nearly kill a first timer. "fuck him."
Zhu's Workforce - Story commission
He walks away leaving the green hoss alone. standing there for a moment as he felt his dick twitch again as he goes to rub it some. another low groan sounds from him. eventually he finds himself moving in the same direction of the blue beast.
This is War (Chapter21, Book8)
Way to man up, hoss. what people?" "stillaguamish. but i can't speak lushootseed. just a few words i learned as a kid. but we didn't even live near the tulalip reservations or anything.
Objects in motion
Come on, hoss. six now, and you can have your twelve as soon as i land a backer and bring the claim in." i smiled, and turned my palms towards him, trying to look pious. "six now," the wolf agreed. "the rest in two weeks." i had won.
Poker Face
"ain't no fun taking candy from a baby, hoss. i like to _earn_ my money," the lizard answered. the horse looked at aj and explained: "in all seriousness, they are correct, sir. if you play here, you will lose.
Down the Pipes Ch. 8 Christmas Bowll
"heh heh heh" mark chuckled as he enjoyed the attention, "so big hoss what's tonight's special drink?"
Loyalty
Well, hoss is back for now. and i leave you with a hoss story, and a fairly twisted one. the story of aris, stallion and queen's champion.
Alone (Book7, Chapter4)
"hope hoss can keep'a secret." he drew quiet, just in case the house had been bugged, then announced, "everyone knows reno nevada is still at the bottom of the atlantic ocean, after all."
Coming to Terms: Farewell
Easy hoss, that ain't going to let me get used to you. i've never had an equine, much less a clydesdale before!" brandon hissed his breath out of his thick teeth. "just toys...." the older stallion shook his white mane at that.
Measure of a Man (Commission for Negative Theory)
Nt: and have him turn some muscle guys into femboys. slurps his caffeine cs: sure, i can- nt: and then take away their deeks and give it to the big hoss. guzzles his beanjuice, vibrates and make them cuntboys! cs: uh...
Goddess (Chapter 2)
"write-ten-hoss." "rittenhouse?" "yes." the bellhop nodded firmly as if that's what he'd said in the first place. "that's me. what is it?" "a message from a guest at the fairmont hotel, sir." he held out the envelope. "thank you."