My Deal with Dad
Dad was already sweating when he climbed out of his car. I had to chuckle at the horny fuck as I walked over to greet him. He gave me a quick smile and wiped his hands down on his pants before he hugged me, but they were still sweaty against my...
What They Say About Zebras
"Shut up! I told you, keep your voice down..." "Aw, come on, stud, nobody cares." The rabbit reached over and groped Mark's crotch, and the stallion flinched. The bunny snickered, one ear flicking down over his face, contriving to look innocent. "Oh,...
Stable Family
# The bus service didn't run as far as the farm, so Eric had to walk the last few miles. It was already late afternoon by the time he got dropped off, at the sign saying "Bracken Farm", and the sun was barely above the line of sentinel pines that...
Sons and Lovers 1: Meeting
Check the mane. Smooth the eyebrows. Loose hair; pull it. Hooves shined; rub 'em against the leg again, in case. Wet night, don't want mud. Jacket open. Unbutton shirt? Yes. No. Yes. Wait - WEAR shirt? Yes! Yes. The red of the neon sign was garish,...
Sons and Lovers: Breakfast in Bed
Perch lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to keep his body from quivering. It was nearly time! He almost couldn't wait. A small 'eeeee' escaped him, loud in the pre-dawn silence. He slapped his fingers to his mouth and quickly looked across at...
The Wolf, the Stag, and the Stallion
Isaac ghosted through the woods, practised footfalls avoiding brittle branches and dry leaves. The stallion's dark green tunic blended into the sun-dappled trunks surrounding him, and he held his longbow low, a broadhead arrow casually nocked. His pale...
Bro for Show | Part 2: Star of the Show
Dante shifted in the seat and adjusted his swollen crotch, before grabbing the mouse and clicking around the PC. Damn, he shouldn't have rubbed that close to Calvin during the horseplay; what if he'd felt his erection? He sniffed, catching a scent in...
Sons and Lovers 3: Father Knows Best
"Perch? Come on, son, we need to head out." Bucephalus checked himself in the downstairs mirror, shaking loose his still-damp hair, and making sure the lock of goldenrod hung forward, visible. He double-checked the suit, and put a hand to his neck,...
Sons and Lovers 5: The Afterparty
The arm tightening around his neck stopped just short of cutting off airflow. Perch stood stiff, afraid to move an inch. "Tight like you, fuck-mare," said Bucephalus. "Tootight to believe. I told these handsome guys about that ass, you see, and they...
Sons and Lovers 4: The Dinner Party
Perch slouched home, dragging a jacket on the ground behind him, oblivious to the dirt it was gathering. His bloodshot eyes were fixed on the ground in front of him, and his mouth was pulled into a thin line. One hand roved about; he held the back of...
The Stablehand
The villagers called him simply "Stablehand". He was not the only one - at least three others plied the same trade. But they went by whatever mundane names they had been given: names for the unremarked, and unremembered. He alone had the grander...
Right in the kisser
It had been _far_ too long. Quentin's hands were sweaty with excitement; he rubbed them against his pants before he pushed the door open. The stables were located just on the edge of the woods; far enough from the city that not many people used it....