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...

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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...

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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...

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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.,...

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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...

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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,...

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Stud Son

"hey, zaggy!" "oh, hey there, brain!" "i've just had a great idea for the sequel to stud dad!" "ah, that's fantastic, i've been waiting for one! it's not too long, is it?" "oh, no, no. regular sized.

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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...

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Fucking Like Cats and Dogs

The rickety jalopy pulled up outside the brightly lit house, wheezing to a stop with a mutter of shaking parts and a cough of exhaust smoke. The snow leopard inside checked his watch, then grabbed his keys and wallet and climbed out. He climbed the...

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Employee of the Month

"_Diamond! Diamond! Diamond!_" Atlas tried to focus on the orders his customers were making. "So, uh, that's one... Moscow Mule..." "_Woo!"_ "_Yeah, baby!_" "Uhm..." Atlas stared down at his blank notepad. "And... one Moscow Mule..." ...

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[Sketch] The Personal Touch

"...sir, as I've explained-" "_Stop_ talking to me like I'm a child!" The sales rep had to suppress her sigh - holding a hand over her headset mic to ensure the customer didn't hear - but she did roll her eyes as widely as possible. _Well, stop...

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[Sketch] Quickie

"Taaaakiiing...things out of the dryyyyyerrrrr..." The sabretooth hummed tunelessly as he pulled warm clothes from the machine. He was bent over, his pert ass raised in the air. He liked the warmth in the dryer right after it finished. It fluffed up...

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