Stud-Sitting Part 9
Zander giggled as he looked at Kipcha as she laid on his front porch, belly down, with an ice pack above her tail. "It's Karma; you know that...
Stud-Sitting Part 8
Kipcha waved to Zander as she passed his house on her way to the barn. She had promised Phillip she would meet him there tonight after dinner and he had already run ahead to prepare. As she approached the large red structure, standing over two...
Stud-Sitting Part 7
Kipcha sighed happily as she stretched out under the shade of a couple of Oak trees. The breeze felt good against her bare form and the hammock was a lot more comfortable than she had first thought it...
Stud-Sitting Part 6
Kipcha didn't sleep well that night; for obvious reasons. She had to take three baths to get the smell of the horse's musk out of her fur. The first bath she had missed the spot on her tail and between...
Stud-Sitting Part 5
Kipcha murred softly as she laid back against the length of the bench. She looked down the length of her body at the smiling rabbit that was currently kneading her left paw in his fingers. After having...
Stud-Sitting Part 4
Kipcha stared out the window of their "living room" and out over the grounds. However, this wasn't enough for her. She was still naked, having grown surprisingly comfortable with the idea after her little...
Stud-Sitting part 3
Kipcha was scarlet red; she had to be. There was a naked horse sitting in the bubble bath across from her, washing himself as though she wasn't even there. She cursed the light above the tub; the way it...
Stud-Sitting Part 2
Kipcha read off the numbers on the small apartment houses as she walked along the ground. She didn't see anyone else around yet, but she assumed they were all out working since it was still early in the day. Finally,...
Stud-sitting Part 1
"Do you have any experience?" Kipcha bit her lower lip and looked up to the large equine seated behind the desk. For...
Advoretures in House-Sitting: No Vacancies
Taris planted his four large feet on the wooden steps down to the basement, _thudding_loudly with each step. Molly, the rabbit, backed down the stairs, too afraid to shout a warning down to the other two girls, but his footsteps were more than enough...
Chapter 3: Baby-sitting
I imagined myself asking hana to sit on the egg: "hum... hello! ... i was thinking if you... if you... could sit on an egg i found until it hatches?" "i will surely receive a hard kick in my balls for that" i muttered.
Cushy Sit-Down Job
It wasn't often that George Maxwell allowed himself a cigar. He didn't much care for the taste of them, and certainly not for the stench they left in his office, clinging to the upholstery and his tweed longer than any sweaty musk he could hope to put...