Cleaning Service
The deer stood in front of the door, a carry bag in one hand, watching the seconds on his watch tick down to six A.M. It was a small thing, really; he doubted any patron would care if he arrived a few minutes early or late -- let alone a few...
The Lover in the Lake
It had rained the night before, and the forest the centaur walked through was soaked. Hooves pressed into loamy earth, the slight depressions filling with water as each foot lifted. Droplets fell on the centaur as he pushed branches aside, soaking...
Teacher's Hunk
"...could fit one right there above the bar, too. Perfect amount of space. Run a cable there for the satellite...it'd be _easy_." The otter stared up thoughtfully at the empty space above the bar, and then downed the last dregs of his beer with a...
Reckoning
Bucephalus didn't bother to knock on the door when he reached it. He'd seen the cameras on his way up the path, their silent gazes judging him as he walked towards the house. He simply stood on the porch, arms crossed, and waited. Marcus took his...
[Sketch] The Many Faces of Perch
Perch followed in Marcus' wake as they walked home, looking up at the big stallion in adoration. How had he never noticed before? This stallion was FAR better than Bucephalus. It was obvious. He'd been a fool to waste time with that cranky old horse...
[Commission] Studplay
The late afternoon sun poured in from the large open doors of the stable, dust particles glimmering in the still air of the late summer day. It was quiet. Almost serene. Every animal on the farm was either sleeping or going about its day in a peaceful,...
Crewpup Eighteen
Master sat behind a table, frowning at numbers on a screen. He'd been there for a while now, ever since calling Crewpup Eighteen into his office. He'd not invited the pup to sit, and so he stood. Crewpups were used to standing until permitted to...
Stud Neighbour
The hair net itched so fucking much. It was hard to choose, but that was probably what Maverick hated most about working at Jolli Burger. It summarised the entire job perfectly: menial, frustrating, and inescapable. Whoever designed it had not had...
A Stallion's Needs
"Aurel!" Hest hammered on the bathroom door. "Hurry up. I need to shower. And--" He wanted added _And please start jerking off in your room instead like the rest of us_, but that would probably just fluster his son and make things take longer. "And...
Greenhorn
"You cook a good meal, greenhorn." "Thanks, Laco. Best you ever had, right?" "You think you somehow cooked the best meal I ever had on your very first ride out, kid? Well, ain't you packing big britches, huh?" "Shit, Laco, I didn't--" "Ahaha! Sit...
The Pink Stallion
I hear their impatient words as I approach the stables. "Father! Hurry!" "The morning smells wonderful, Father!" "I am full of energy, Father! I wish to gallop all day!" "Patience," I huff, panting as I approach. The day is gorgeous, the...
The Best Recipe
Sunlight woke Noel, a bright beam sneaking around the curtains to press insistently against the sabre-tooth's eyelids. He scrunched them tighter, making an upset noise and then batting at it with a paw. "G'way," he mumbled. The sun ignored him. He...