[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...
Diamondback
"Come on, you fuckers...do any of you even _know_ how to catch a ball...?" A handful of popcorn kernels hit the television, followed by a snort of derision. Their origin was a middle-aged stallion, splayed across the couch in front of the screen.,...
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...
Filling Station
My first apartment was a shithole. I already know what you're thinking. _Everyone says that. You gotta start somewhere. You never forget your first place_. Bull. Shit. Believe me, I almost wish I could fucking forget about all of it. That sad,...
Stud Son
Dylan slumped against the wall of the changing room, hooves splayed out in front of him. One hand lay on a towel next to him, restlessly playing with a set of car keys. He stared off into the middle distance, oblivious to the activity around him as his...
Dalarius
The afternoon storm had rolled in unexpectedly, catching the group of them unawares and without brollies. It was Dalarius who ran for the chip shop first, huddling in the scant protection of its eaves as water streamed down in front. Everything below...