Bad Joke
Rowan was an irish draft in his mid 30's and a behemoth in size compared to all of his friends. His sturdy frame and raspy voice made him quite intimidating, yet he was as docile as a newborn puppy. He liked boxing since it helped him unwind a little...
As the night went by
His life was in the gutter. Never had he been so... stressed. He wished last night were a blur, yet it wasn't. Too much alcohol, too much dancing, so much sweat... so many moans and screams of pleasure... and all he could think about was what would...
Bottoms Up
When a diminutive hare and a jacked stallion edge toward confessing their feelings for each other, a new beverage eases them into a more comfortable state of mind (and body.) [8,250~ words] i wrote this story as a commission for malnovo ( https://malnovo.sofurry.com