Bar Jocks: Story Two, Part 4
Frankie was having a rather good time at his table. A broad bulldog in skin-tight spandex took his order while a hunky gryphon in green gave him a nicely-made gin and tonic. He looked around at the establishment, enjoying the scantily-clad eye...
True to Form: Part One
"Finally, it came in!" I whooped, jumping in glee at the heavy brown package that the mail left on the door. It was simply decorated, a golden stamp of a chimera profile in front. I picked it up and carried it inside, where, after dropping off the...
True to Form: Part Eight
The tunnel ran deep through the area, the floor covered with thick layers of sludge and silt while the walls glistened with abnormal slimes. Anyone going through the area would be certainly be at odds trying to get through it unstained. Beyond the...
Bar Jocks: Story Two, Part 2
"So, when will the drink lose its effect?" Mike said, looking at the dozing moose. Carl shrugged, his bulk straining the seams of his shirt. "No idea, Mikey." They were in Huxley's reception room, along with two other guys. They were massive...
True to Form: Part Seven
"Hello?" I entered the house and closed the door behind me. I raised my voice a bit. "Hello?" "Hello!" Moose came through the hallway dressed in an apron and a chef's hat. "You're just in time; lunch is about to be served." "Wait, what?" I asked,...
True to Form: Part Eleven
"What the hell did you do?" I asked, looking at the ornate clock on the wall. Only six hours have passed since I got the game...? Wait. "Time warp." I looked at Carlos, who still grinned widely. "That what it does, right?" The wolf nodded. "Yeppers!...
True to Form: Part Twelve
Imagine a blank slate. A white plane without any linear descriptions. Now imagine an unseen hand - or several hands - drawing crudely at first, but with greater assurance and skill, on the undefined areas. At the same time, color is added in heavy...
True to Form: Part Ten
Moose and I got into a rather large shower, suitable for housing several people instead of only one. I whistled a bit when I saw him pull down his shorts, showing off his thick ass still encased in a jock. He shook it a bit before standing up and...
True to Form: Part Nine
The bathroom was, in one word, opulent; a big change from the original, more cookie-cutter-esque room. Reminiscent of a Greek bathing hall, it was also stately: White marble veined thickly in lapis lazuli covered most surfaces; Gold and brass covered...
True to Form: Part Four
Oh fuck. How did I get myself into these things? I should have never opened that package. Should have never gone over to that temp office! But then I see this thick, muscular moose looming over me, hugely pumped, his heavy member diamond-hard and...
Bar Jocks: Story Two, Part 3
"Oh ye gods and fishes." Moose was staring slack-jawed when he walked into the Barjocks gym. He noticed that not only Arc and Sirius were there, but also two other people: Sarge and his husband. They were at a weight bench, tossing several massive...