Power Steering, Part 2
"Yeah, c'mon, give it to me!" he cried to the big rhino behind him. Ferd hadn't seen the guy before today, but had been instantly attracted to him - short, thick, built like a truck. Handsome, too, to Ferd's eyes. Cyrus had said he wasn't into rhinos,...
Power Steering, Part 1
"C'mon, bro, you totally got this," Cyrus nodded, the thick brass ring hanging from his nose swinging. Ferd stared up at him from below, first seeing the underside of his bulge, then his abs arcing overhead, his pecs above those, and his head and...
Sharp Teeth
"Oh, yeah," the mohawked bartender nodded, the dyed-in patterns on the equine's glossy, smooth coat gleaming in the afternoon light streaming in the front window, the fur trimmed short. "All the bar staff here is," he nodded toward the barback,...
Texas Roadhouse
Cletus sat the pitcher down on the table and slid into the bench. "Whoah, man. Check them out," he motioned with his eyes toward the men walking in the door. Five snake-men, all in jeans and riding leathers, shirtless but wearing vests with "Cobras"...