I Can't Believe It's Not Butter
He really was insufferable. Our home had been a building site for the last five weeks, and I had had just about enough. It was the summer holidays dammit, I was supposed to be getting in some serious quality time vegetating on the couch watching bad...
A Simple Transaction: Bad Horsey
I couldn't sit still. I knew it looked odd, but I just couldn't manage it. It was the fucking...the fucking panties that did it. Yeah, that's right, I was wearing fucking panties. Looking to my left, I spied my tormentor and owner, the gay otter...
Goldenmane Chapter IX: From Russia With Love
"You will give me vat I vant hyorsey" The stallion shook his head, slowly, as tears began to flow. He would not submit. He could not submit; he had his duty to consider. But the sensations...ahhhhh "Poor hyorsey. Your balls...so sore yes?" The...
The Price of Betrayal
The mare flared her nostrils wide, flicking her ears and letting her eyes roam around the audience chamber. Her instincts had failed her, and now she was going to pay it seemed. The summons to the Royal presence had been couched in warm if formal...
Reindeer Games
The big reindeer stood awkwardly in a corner. He was scowling; his colleagues were used to this, passing it off as typical Finnish truculence, but the frown seemed especially potent today. He gulped down his drink, wiping his muzzle with the back of...
Breaking the Recruit
The big bodied equine moved with awkward grace, as he did in everything, all muscle and bones and hair without order. On this occasion, in spite of his fatigue, he kept good form, his body rising and falling from the gravel of the parade ground in a...
Night
I hated parties. I never knew what to wear, what to say, what to do. I was determined not be a total outsider nerd though, so I went, and faked it as best I could. I had just enough friends, just enough cred, and just enough social smarts to get away...
Goldenmane Chapter VIII: You Wont Even Notice the Product Placement
Agent Stud Colt slipped into the small nondescript dry cleaners off Fritz-Elsas Strasse. The bored looking badger on the counter didn't even look up from his copy of Bild as the bulky equine made his way behind the counter and into the cluttered...
Demons
The young equine stood sullenly looking at his hooves. Every aspect of his demeanour told of his absolute desire to be anywhere else but here; the slouched stance, the set of his ears, the low swish of a tail against the pavers. He stared at an ant...
Food Porn
The young bull sat uncertainly on the chair. A wildebeest, with long shaggy mane and wide spaced curving horns, he made for a suitably exotic sight. He was sweating, profusely, but that was not unusual. Not when a lioness was stalking him. The lioness...
Man to Man Talk.
I love this view. A young stallion, bent over the workbench in my garage, with his head on one side looking back at me with his pink tongue lolling out of that very kissable muzzle while his fingerhooves curl round the far end of the bench holding on...
Confessions:Reunion
The main gate looked just as I remembered it, though the ivy had grown that extra bit. They had trimmed it back, enough so you could see the discrete bronze plaque beside the gate. _The Roecastle College._ Not Roecastle College, mind. _The_ Roecastle...