The Teaser Pony
fuzimir bit his lip hard enough to draw blood, the metallic taste seeping into his mouth.
Collecting the Stallion
fuzimir scowled and jerked his head towards the door, shoulders drawn up and chest set. “out. now.”
The Mistress' Dog
Let us just say that fuzimir and the reader will get a surprise in this story. what's the surprise? well, you'll just have to read it to find out! thank you for commissioning me again, fuzimir!
Mare Minding
fuzimir certainly can visit _me_ again...