Harley Keeps Secrets
Something real sick is going on here, depending on who you ask. Four of us are in the family room right now, three sitting and the fourth sprawled at my feet, finally holding in the coughs and sniffles through his sleep. A Quilava. He's the kind of...
Epilogue
No classes today. Of course, that makes the students around here even busier. 'Busier.' Yes, quite busy. We're doing fine. It's been a year since you've heard from us—a little more, maybe. College has treated us well. Not the best, not the worst....
Lewis Gets a Clue?
We take birthdays seriously around these hills. Most other celebrations, too, but festivals aren't like something so personal as celebrating our family and friends. Right now, I got my boots laced, my shirt tucked, and my scent sprayed, so I'm ready to...
Harley and Apollo and Company
There are two ways people wake up: ready, or not. We've all had days, I think, where we want to stay in bed because the world seems too hard to live in the way we're supposed to. And maybe most of us get a day or two of the other kind, at least, where...
Doreen Always Knew
Times change. It's a very cheap thing to hear when you're young, but the older you get, you realize quicker all the time how far you've been left behind by the next generation. You see how many more sides there are to the latest issues of our time, and...
Clover Learns To Run
I'm a stupid little bitch. Just a dumb nag on fire. A witless shit-dropper and a fuckin' chore. I'm the dumb bitch just waiting for a chance to break loose and stomp your poor ass into ashes if you give me the inch of slack to do it, and I'm a...
Apollo Tries Harder
Sex is absurd. Instinct makes sense, at least. Procreation. We wouldn't be here if evolution hadn't pushed us this far down the path of wanting so desperately for something to survive of us. But sex? Sex isn't procreation anymore. Maybe it never was....
Apollo Deals With It
No one's life gets to revolve around itself here. Everyone on the farms around these hills are dedicated either to their Miltanks or their crops or both, and without growing our own crops, it's the Miltanks we dance to on this farm. Well, not we, but...
Harley Thinks She Knows
Bed squeaking, at least, ain't a part of the logistics Apollo and me go through some nights. Even though we sleep upstairs and Aunt Doreen and Uncle Joshua are downstairs, our bedroom's just over the laundry room. It's little miracles we'd all be...
Whistling Dixie
Wesley snarled, gritting his teeth as he started to beat that face with his hips, those nuts slapping, thick glorking and shlorking was accented by loud snorts and muffled squeals.
Squish That Cat
The clenching in of the stomach is something the cat finds he can't get enough of, unaware that that's just what's softening him up~ contains: oral vore, size difference, fat gators in overalls, cajun accents, wardrobe malfunctions, repeatable results, causing
Harley and Apollo In Earnest
Around Aunt Doreen's milk farm, none of this shit is hardly ever earned, but I find it better just not to think about it most of the time. You just take, take, take, push yourself back up, and smile at whoever sees you. You make sure they don't really...