His eyes slowly opened .... a dizzyness was about him, he was trying to make sence of the dark shapes around him when it all came flooding back to him. His name is Braven, he is a warrior of the tribe of the third Horn, a Minotaur, and part of a marauder party sent to conquer the Felinis Witches that had taken up residence not far from his tribes ancestral mating grounds. He and an army of 100 strong bulls had set out to cleanse the land and bing back slaves for the tribe. But he could not ...

Stallion's deliema by Drkwolf222 Stallion woke one morning to the sounds of every day life in a port side town. He remembered the night before having some drinks in a pub down stairs and then bringing the lovely bar wench up stairs later . She was a buxom fox with a full fluffy tail and a fine set of breasts that he had playfuly nibbled on and licked all the way up the stairs. He was not suprised at that she had never been with an Equinian as his race rarely travled from his homeland . Stallion ...