A Brother's Love
Julian swung his legs back and forth under the table, looking over the top of the cornflakes box as the equine god sitting opposite him slurped down another eggy soldier. A hand curved in from the side and smacked the back of the god's head, and he...
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...
Sons and Lovers: Breakfast in Bed
Perch lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to keep his body from quivering. It was nearly time! He almost couldn't wait. A small 'eeeee' escaped him, loud in the pre-dawn silence. He slapped his fingers to his mouth and quickly looked across at...
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....
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...
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,...
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...
Keeping Secrets
He was late. Alexander slouched on the couch, hooves up on the table, watching the television. Some local news person was talking excitedly about a local festival. Or perhaps a recipe book. The bay stallion really wasn't focusing. On the floor...
Tight Fit
"Oh, sorry!" I grimaced inwardly, but gave a weak smile and a nod of forgiveness to the sergal standing in front of me. I couldn't even reach down to rub the spot where they'd - presumably accidentally - kicked my shin. Asshole. I couldn't...
Fucked in the Woods
Go for a hike, they said. It'll be fun, they said. Adam would have sworn, if his teeth weren't chattering so much. The storm had swept in from nowhere. He'd been some distance from his camp, gathering firewood and following a seemingly endless...