Chasing Hope
#5 of the musing equine two mares gallop down the beach, running...but from what? or to where? --- one more... there are more of these to come, lads and ladies. slowly uploading here. to work things through in my head, i write...a lot. weird things.
Shades of Grey
#4 of the musing equine in equine language, right and wrong ceases to mean anything and pride certainly has no place. but where do i sit in shades of grey? --- i am black or i'm white: i am no shades of grey.
Monster Hunter Chronicles of the New World: Training Wheels
Samantha smiled at muse's exuberance and held her head close to her breast. "i'm going to miss you muse." she released the other girl and muse stumbled to a standing position.
Callum's Pet (Vore/TF/Paw Story)
And slurp all over muse's face as much as he wanted.
We Are The Shadows: The birth of Zuria Vicar
The fires raged on as body after body was tossed in carelessly. Like garbage the physical forms of the departed were being incinerated for the sole purpose of protecting the few that remained. This was life in the time of the dark ages, during the...
The current state of things and why
Hello, if you don't know me i go by the name muse and for years i have had an on and off again relationship with this site.
We Are The Shadows: Jack's Story
The sound of heavy boots filled the dark silent night. Shouting, screaming, orders being relayed to soldiers and the sound of metal being kicked down were mixed together as the contingent stormed the compound breaking down every exit and entrance and...
We Are The ShadowsV2: Raid A-14
The sound of heavy boots filled the otherwise silent night a hundred well organized men and women in matching uniforms descended upon the abandoned manufacturing plant in a forgotten part of rural chicago. Nobody had worked in the defunct factory for...
Legacy: Pine
The sun beamed down gently on the opening in the canopy that overlooked the grove. The grass here was the warmest out of anywhere in the forest and when the sun was high it stood over the opening at just the right angle to catch the tree branches...
SYBT: Three Bucks, Two Does and a Cabin Part One
"good now that you have a form like this we can fill it out a bit more" the muse said. "fill it out?" doe asked looking over at the muse the muse came closer and kissed the doe on her lips. she was unsure of how to react to the gesture.
The Silver Threadle
His muse's nostrils flared at the smell, and she suddenly seemed more attentive. "it's not scalding, so don't waste it by throwing it in my face," john told the muse and handed her the cup.
Frosty Mornings
#8 of the musing equine when a mare comes home, there's a whole new life to get used to on a frosty morning at home... --- one more of my equine musings. thank you for reading <3 this story has been available for early reading one month ago on patreon!