A Vignette From the Roadhouse: Scenic Rut
It was the wind in her hair, and the smell of the sea in her nostrils. The feeling of a palm down her backside, thumb brushing against her nub until that hand slipped over her massive hyperhole, sighing contentedly for a moment as those digits...
A Vignette from the Roadhouse: Posterior Proposition
The Dobe striding in, heavy boots on creaking floorboards, cigarillo lit, her chest slamming the saloon doors open and holding them there as she walks through with that stride of hers. The pace is firm but quicker than usual. She's in a mood. Eyes...
A Vignette from the Roadhouse: Azzy The Possum preacher
Azzy, The Possum preacher, took a long drag on his cigarette. Watching the younger girl having stood up, sobbed, and rode off on His bike, His thoughts turned to his younger years. Recalling for a moment, what it was like in his first time out on two...
Roadhouse Vignette Gaiden: Mountain Oaths
Pax and Russet were sprawled on the pull-out couch in the abandoned Horndogs' clubhouse up in the mountains overlooking the desert to the east, and on a clear day, you might even be able to make out a hint of the coast on the horizon to the...
Roadhouse Vignette Gaiden: Mountain Respite
The day had been a busy one, The Ride back up into the hills had been treacherous as Pax's eye had been swelling shut. But it was dark out now, and Having made it to the Old Abandoned Horndog's Clubhouse. And there, The mouse saw the...
Roadhouse Vignette Gaiden: Desert Negotiations
Somewhere over the mountains to the east past Malachite Falls. A back alley in the small city of Los Juramentos, 15 miles out from Las Promesas. Pax rubbed their nose with their sleeve, brushing the grimy chain wrapped around their hand against the...
Roadhouse Vignette Gaiden: That One Time in San Destro
In what felt like another lifetime, Sam recalled the feeling, The drinking, the fighting, the racing and over and over and over and over. The nights wheeling into one another, miles on top of miles miles, odometer ticking up day after day, hours in the...
Roadhouse Vignette Gaiden: A cold wind in Autumn
The evening grew long, and something about it was ill at ease. Even the air didn't feel right. Too cold for a summer's day, too humid for an autumn evening, She took a long swig from her beer, Looking at the hippo barkeep. Ordinarily she'd be teasing...
A Vignette from the Roadhouse: Contemplative Indulgence
The air amid the rafters quaked with the hoary voices caterwauling to the jukebox, the slam of glassware against each other, the ozone smell of the evening, as the wind blew sand against sand, the quiet creaking of the wind pump outside. "and there is...
A Vignette From before the Roadhouse: Lascivious Visitor (Starring @Kangamutt)
"I just know you're gonna love this." The Doberman said, punctuating the sentence with the sound of ripping duct-tape, The Shemale dobe grinned broadly, as she set about wrapping the tape around her new Guest's folded arm, the repurposed elbow-slider...
A Vignette from the Roadhouse: Brandywine's Advice
"Of course if you stare at the ground, yer gonna hit the ground. The ground is always there, you will never miss it, you don't need to check up on it. You got your head and eyes lookin' at the quality of paint they're using on the double yellows....
A Sermon from the Roadhouse Bar
The weathered possum, stood amid the patrons, his tiny pince-nez reading glasses sat far down his pointed muzzle. his tail, snapped and bent and crooked in places from years out on the road and bad decisions, twitched noisily with pops and cracks...