Make him Squeal
Farmhouse It was a blistering hot summer's afternoon. The tiles sizzled under the booted orc. This muddy pale jeans, as the 48 year old farmer walked from his garden into the living room. The cool smell of dirt only momentarily fanned away the rising...
Apples and Trees II
Forest Valley was built at the foot of a grassy incline leading to a dense collections of linden trees. The constant chirping seemed almost foreign for the two ex-city dwellers. One single road led travellers and commuters, however little there were,...
How to be a Good Dog
The heavy scent woke me up. My canine nose twitched as I slowly opened my eyes. My master's thick armpit fur were covered in the nightly sweat that'd build up after our ritualistic breeding. His big broad arm wrapped around my frame. I started panting,...