The Unexamined Ass Is Not Worth Having
This fun little short-story was requested by the very talented and wonderful zaggy norse, and it features the studly equoaurelius alongside an unnamed narrator (who was left purposefully vague so that you could put yourself in his shoes).
Bro for Show | Part 1: Zebros
Part 1 is written by myself, with editing assistance from zaggy norse to ensure maximum brotherly juiciness.
When Father's Away
This is a quick piece that i threw together based on a hot idea given by a gent named zaggy norse. cutlery clattered against plates while a mixture of meat and veg were scooped onto the silvery surface.
Bunny Goes Bang
#2 of randoms a quick and messy little one-shot, featuring a poor bunny and my good friend zaggy norse! (https://zaggy-norse.sofurry.com/) obligatory warning about extreme cum inflation and bursting. if not your cup of tea, don't feel the need to read.
Big Brother's Musk Slut
A short, 4k story inspired by some kink conversations with zaggy norse about incest play, musk, and body odor. also these characters are 40 and 32 years old! because middle-aged folks are hot, too uvu this story went up early on my patreon!
Be Careful What You Whisk For
A story idea gifted to me by my friend zaggy norse he literally said one day: "you like rams? here." and bam, he wrote me a quick story related to my life in customer service and how i hate the supervisor role.
Just Come an Get It Pt. 3
This is no zaggy norse and the cowboy way type length of incest story, but 17,000 words for all three parts should be more than enough for most folks.
Ramming It In
I missed the headshot because of Dad's bulge. I was visiting the city, staying at Dad's apartment. I didn't like the city these days, but Dad had work, and he couldn't get time off to come and visit me, so I was visiting him. Well, I say work. He...
Stud Dad
Maverick stood under the showerhead, letting the almost painfully hot water gush over him, soothing his exhausted muscles. The day's practise had been especially rough; with a big game scheduled for the following week, the coach had pushed them extra...
Pitching Dad's Tent
It was the smells in the air that he enjoyed the most when he woke up. The warm scent of sandalwood floors, never laminated because Mom preferred the rough wood under her feet. The deeply pleasant aroma of mown grass. The light scent of horse dung. The...
Meet the Parent
The young draft horse stood in front of the mirror, brow furrowed, biting his lip. His eyes focused on the reflection of his hands as they fiddled at his neck, attempting to make a knot in his tie. Tug there, put that through _that_... "Come on,...
Stud Son
Dylan slumped against the wall of the changing room, hooves splayed out in front of him. One hand lay on a towel next to him, restlessly playing with a set of car keys. He stared off into the middle distance, oblivious to the activity around him as his...