The Wolf, the Stag, and the Stallion
Isaac ghosted through the woods, practised footfalls avoiding brittle branches and dry leaves. The stallion's dark green tunic blended into the sun-dappled trunks surrounding him, and he held his longbow low, a broadhead arrow casually nocked. His pale...
Bro for Show | Part 2: Star of the Show
Dante shifted in the seat and adjusted his swollen crotch, before grabbing the mouse and clicking around the PC. Damn, he shouldn't have rubbed that close to Calvin during the horseplay; what if he'd felt his erection? He sniffed, catching a scent in...
Sons and Lovers 3: Father Knows Best
"Perch? Come on, son, we need to head out." Bucephalus checked himself in the downstairs mirror, shaking loose his still-damp hair, and making sure the lock of goldenrod hung forward, visible. He double-checked the suit, and put a hand to his neck,...
Sons and Lovers 5: The Afterparty
The arm tightening around his neck stopped just short of cutting off airflow. Perch stood stiff, afraid to move an inch. "Tight like you, fuck-mare," said Bucephalus. "Tootight to believe. I told these handsome guys about that ass, you see, and they...
Sons and Lovers 4: The Dinner Party
Perch slouched home, dragging a jacket on the ground behind him, oblivious to the dirt it was gathering. His bloodshot eyes were fixed on the ground in front of him, and his mouth was pulled into a thin line. One hand roved about; he held the back of...
The Stablehand
The villagers called him simply "Stablehand". He was not the only one - at least three others plied the same trade. But they went by whatever mundane names they had been given: names for the unremarked, and unremembered. He alone had the grander...
Right in the kisser
It had been _far_ too long. Quentin's hands were sweaty with excitement; he rubbed them against his pants before he pushed the door open. The stables were located just on the edge of the woods; far enough from the city that not many people used it....
Director's Slut
"He's in his trailer. I'm telling you, he's _impossible_ to work with. Comes in late, doesn't know his lines, gets upset at every little thing..." The bear shook his head. "If you can do something, that's great, but otherwise I'll find another hopeful...
Pitching Dad's Tent
It was the smells in the air that he enjoyed the most when he woke up. The warm scent of sandalwood floors, never laminated because Mom preferred the rough wood under her feet. The deeply pleasant aroma of mown grass. The light scent of horse dung. The...
The Gift
"C'mon, tell me!" The Great Dane stepped in front of the stallion, putting a hand to his chest to stop him in his tracks and giving him a twinkling, wide-eyed look. "You know you want to..." He tilted his head to one side and let his tongue flop out in...
[Sketch] Woods Chase
The sun has set when Bull finally takes your hand and leads you to the edge of the clearing. Your excitement has been growing the entire afternoon, and you wonder what the boerboel makes of the obvious wet spot in your pants. You ask him. He looks...
Quenching His Flame
The dragon was dying. He lay on the floor of his den, eyes lidded, outstretched as if deceased. Chalky dust coated his umber scales, making the almost motionless creature appear to be a toppled statue left upon the rough stone floor. The occasional...