By The Horns: Ch. 7, P. 5

[pre-story]By the horns continues! Nisha looks to settle the score! This chapter's shaping up to be pretty long, but I'd say it's lookin' like a pretty fun ride, so far. 
As always, if you like what you read, [redacted] Anyways, enjoy! [/pre-story]

By The Horns: Chapter 7, Part 5 

Nisha pushed herself up to a sitting position, closing her eyes for a moment as she ran a hand through her hair, sweeping a stray lock out of her face and generally tidying it up a little after tossing her head around wildly. When she opened them again she looked up at Rhuno, still kneeling near the foot of the bed, and she flashed him a bright, playful smile. “Well? Come on, big guy, where do you want me?”

By The Horns: Ch. 7, P. 4

[pre-story]By The Horns continues! Rhuno gets a surprise, and Nisha's surprised in turn! 

As always, if you like what you read, [redacted] Anyways, Enjoy![/pre-story]

By The Horns: Locking Horns, Part 4

Wasting no time, Rhuno’s lips parted and his tongue stiffened and pushed forward, the tip of the wet pink muscle parting her folds as it probed for her entrance, running over her sensitive inner lips as it searched. Nisha let out a needy whine, but Rhuno didn’t keep her waiting long. The tip swiftly found her entrance and pushed inside, swiftly followed by inch after inch of delightfully textured tauren tongue as it delved inside her, bathing in the flood of her sweet juices, tasting her desperate need. Nisha let out a throaty moan, tugging on his horns to urge him deeper.

By The Horns: Ch. 7, P. 3

[pre-story]Rhuno and Nisha head up to his room, and Rhuno finally stops talking and puts his mouth to better use. 
As always, if you like what you read, [redacted]
Anyways, I hope you all enjoy![pre-story] 

By The Horns: Locking Horns; Part 3 

Rhuno pulled the door shut behind them as they stepped into the room, then swiftly turned to Nisha, a smirk on his lips as one powerful arm coiled around her waist and pulled her body close, practically sweeping her off her feet in the process. Without a word, he closed his eyes and leaned down, his lips gently pursing… only to be stopped by a single, slender finger pressed against them. He froze in place as he opened his eyes once again, brow arched in confusion, only to meet Nisha’s glowing blue eyes as she looked up at him, her expression apologetic.

“Sorry, big guy. That was a pretty smooth maneuver, but no kissing on the lips.” Nisha explained.

By The Horns: Ch. 7, P. 2

[pre-story]By The Horns continues! Unfortunately, still no sex yet, but soon! The first draft of this one would have required a third chapter to complete the setup before we got to any action. As much as it sucks having to throw out a thousand words and start over, this version works MUCH better. 
As always, if you like what you read, [redacted] Anyways, I hope you all enjoy![/pre-story]

By The Horns: Locking Horns, Part 2

As Rhuno’s hands pulled away, Nisha looked down at her hand, and the sack of coins that sat in her palm. It was heavy, surprisingly so, but it made her feel… uneasy.

Nisha’s morning had started with her running to the bathroom before she puked all over the sheets, only to find herself completely clueless as to how she’d gotten there, with almost no memory of the night before. She managed to piece together some of it, enough that Rhuno had been able to help her fill in most of the gaps as she got herself cleaned up and dressed. All the while, she’d been silently cursing herself, for not keeping better track of her drinks, for wasting a whole night making conversation when she should have been focused on making money. A whole night, with nothing to show for it, just an empty wallet and a splitting headache. Thankfully, Rhuno had a spell to ease her hangover, and his own. Oddly, though, once they’d finished discussing the events of the night before, Rhuno had gone quiet, awkwardly so. Nisha had simply taken his silence as her que to exit, but when she moved to leave, he’d stopped her, beckoned her close, and handed her the pouch.

By The Horns: Ch. 6, P. 6

[pre-story]Hey all, sorry for the wait! (Potentially) The final part of chapter six is finally here! I'm debating if I should go with a seventh part and have them do anal, or if I should just move on and do the next chapter. But, I'm getting ahead of myself- you've got a story to read! 

As always, if you like what you reach, [redacted] Anyways, Enjoy![/pre-story]

Test Your Might, Part 6

“Just remember: You asked for this.”

Lien shuddered, feeling Rhuno’s red-hot darksteel shaft throb inside her, reaching impossibly deep inside her womb, long as her forearm and thicker than her wrist. Her hypersensitive walls clung to every fat, vein-marbled inch of tauren bull-cock, letting her feel every contour as her core continued to twitch and spasm in the aftermath of her powerful orgasm. The bull was practically on top of her, one massive, three-fingered hand on her head, grinding the side of her face into the soft undergrowth at the edge of the spring, along with her melon-sized mammaries, as he held her down. Her generously padded ass squished against the tauren behemoth’s granite abs as he held his hips tight against hers, fat balls the size of ripe grapefruit churning with another load of boiling-hot tauren cum as they rested against the back of her thick thighs. Perhaps, if she’d been able to speak properly, she’d have urged him to fuck her hard, challenged him to ravage her womb, to pound her into submission, to pump her belly full of his hot, thick, tauren seed. But for the moment, all she could manage was to give a muffled moan and squirm in the tauren’s grasp, her hips grinding against his as her core rippled around his unyielding length.

That wordless gesture of eagerness, of willing submission, was the last push Rhuno needed to surrender himself to his instincts, to finally unleash the basic, primal impulses he’d been holding back, to let go of the final shred of restraint he had left. His hips pulled back, a sharp tugging sensation deep inside her as the flared ridge of his cockhead pulled through the tight ring of muscle at the mouth of her womb. Her silken walls clung to every inch as it pulled back, like her depth were desperately trying to pull him back in, but he didn’t stop, letting the sensations of her hot, wet inner walls caressing his vein-marbled shaft wash over him, until his entire length was outside her, leaving only the fat, bulbous head inside her entrance. The glistening pillar of coal-black cock throbbed impatiently, veins bulging angrily as it lingered outside her for a mere moment.


Rhuno’s granite abs flexed, and with a huff like a charging bull, his hips slammed forward once more, his shaft a darksteel battering ram that plowed into her rippling depths, stretching and spreading her inner walls around the blunt, helmet-shaped head. It plunged into her, inch after inch, until it met the mouth of her womb once more, the weakened barrier automatically trying to close once more, struggling futilely to hold him back, but only for a moment, before the fearsome weapon shattered its defenses once more and slammed into her womb once again, hammering the pandaren’s deepest depths with its tip as his hips smacked loudly against her thick, juicy ass. Plush, cushioned ass-cheeks quivered with the impact, a ripple of force running through her curvaceous form, her spine arching to absorb the blow, unthinkingly raising her ass higher and presenting that jaw-dropping backside for him.

For Rhuno, it was like coming home. Lien’s toned core gripped his vein-marbled shaft like it was made to sheathe tauren cocks, her silken walls clinging to every inch as they rippled and spasmed around him, almost milking him for his seed, the supple muscle within a stark contrast to the soft, thick, meaty ass that cushioned his savage thrusts. Her wide, round hips begged to be held, to be gripped tight as she’s pounded savagely, as blast after blast of potent cum is poured deep into her womb, as she’s bred like an animal in heat… And for Lien, that pulsing, steely shaft was truly massive inside her, a thick, meaty pillar of coal-black cock, a red-hot spear that burned and bucked inside her, that pierced deep into her womb… She felt impossibly stretched around its girth, her pussy reshaped into a cocksleeve for the titanic bull-cock.

The thick steam that hung over the hot springs muffled the deep growl that rumbled out of Rhuno’s barrel chest, like distant thunder, as Lien’s innermost depths rippled and squeezed around his sensitive shaft. But there was no savoring the sensations, his primal instincts drove him now, spurred him on, pushed him to keep going, and his body obeyed. His hips pulled back, and Lien let out a shuddering moan of her own as the flared ridge of his head tugged at every fold of her pussy. Inch after glistening inch of nectar-soaked tauren cock emerged from the pandaren’s stretched lower lips. There was no pause this time, no hesitation, only a sudden tug as his hips pulled back, winding up before his entire body lunged forward, every muscle in his hulking form working as one to drive every last inch of darksteel cock deep into the pandaren’s womb in a single thrust. His hips slammed into hers with all his strength, driving the air from her lungs in a throaty scream of ecstasy and forcing her spine to arch as the force of the blow lifted her paws off the ground, legs twitching helplessly and toes curling uncontrollably under the hot spring’s waters as he slammed his hips against her thick ass.

As Rhuno began to move once more, drawing a full foot of steely tauren shaft out of Lien’s gripping, hungry depths, before slamming it back in, over and over, hips pounding against her cushioned backside with each brutal thrust, time seemed to blur. The two lost themselves in the pleasure, surrendering their minds and bodies to the ecstasy that surged through them with each collision of their hips, the rhythmic pounding of flesh on flesh the only sign of time’s movement. The cloud of steam that hung over them silenced the world beyond it, isolating the two in a timeless bubble of carnal pleasure. Neither knew how long it had been, but neither cared, not wanting the pleasure to end. Scant hours ago, they were strangers, then unexpected allies, then two travelers sharing a camp, and then lovers, but in this moment, this hazy, timeless space shared by the two of them alone, they were animals, rutting beasts, having given up their rational minds to their instincts, surrendered wholly to the primal impulse to mate… to breed.

Rhuno felt that instinct grew stronger and stronger with each thrust of his hips, each surge of sensation, each trembling spasm of Lien’s inner walls that squeezed and milked at his throbbing shaft, her womb hungry for his seed. A sort of pressure began to build and build in his core, a molten sea of white-hot pleasure boiling up inside him. There was no fighting it, not after his release had been denied and delayed so long. Rhuno was a towering figure, a mountain of granite muscle with a will of iron, a paladin who stood his ground against dragons and titans, who endured in the face of horrors that drove men mad and wounds that would have killed lesser men… But this, he could not endure, and that mountain of tauren muscle shuddered, a deep, ragged groan rising out of his chest, heralding a volcanic eruption that rocked him to his core.

Lien’s moans suddenly rose an octave as Rhuno’s darksteel shaft swelled even thicker, that red-hot pillar of tauren cock throbbing and bucking violently inside her womb. His hips hammered against hers even faster, and she was helpless to resist, her training abandoning her, her finely-tuned muscles spasming as each thrust of that monstrous cock sent electric sensations shooting through her. With each dull impact deep in her womb, her toes curled, her legs twitched uselessly, her core spasmed, her eyelids fluttered, and she clawed at the soft earth underneath her, blunt claws leaving long furrows. Her mind was a raging storm of ecstasy, a whirling, swirling infinity, the endless storm punctuated only by dancing arcs of hot electric sensation. Any rational thoughts that struggled to form amid the chaos were swiftly torn asunder by the raging winds or fried by arcs of electricity. But while her mind was lost in the storm, her body still knew what was coming, on some deep, primal level, and it knew what to do.

Rhuno’s cock throbbed violently, thick veins bulging, his heart pounding in his barrel chest as it struggled to keep up with the demands of the monstrous organ and the needs of the slabs of muscle that strained again and again to drive every last inch of cock into Lien’s eager pussy. Lien’s eyes rolled back in their sockets as her core suddenly clamped down around the red-hot shaft invading her womb, her innermost walls trembling as the action ground every raw, sensitive nerve against the thick shaft that continued to piston in and out of her depths, amplifying her pleasure. The sudden pressure around his shaft was all it took to set Rhuno off. His hips slammed forward, planting every last inch of his shaft deep inside Lien, his blunt tip hot and pulsing against the silken walls of Lien’s womb. Suddenly, he doubled over, his broad, muscular chest falling forward until it pressed flush against the pandaren’s back, his hands abandoning their places on her head and hips, powerful, muscular limbs suddenly wrapping around her chest and stomach in a tight, almost crushing, but unbelievably warm, embrace.

Time seemed to slow as their bodies pressed close together. A groan rose from deep in Rhuno’s chest, and Lien could feel the deep rumble of it against her back as it escaped his lips, inches from her ear, the feeling of his hot breath sending a shiver down her spine. His overstuffed sack tightened, straining to lift the combined weight of the twin grapefruit-sized orbs within, his fat balls churning against the back of her thighs as they prepared to unleash their potent contents. The mouth of Lien’s womb clamped around his shaft like a vice as her depths spasmed uncontrollably, hungry for the tauren’s seed. She didn’t have long to wait, Rhuno felt the eruption begin, every powerful slab of muscle in his body trembling as the knot of white hot pleasure in his core exploded, a fireball of ecstasy that consumed his very being, as his molten seed boiled up from deep inside him.

Lien could feel the long tube running along the underside of his mammoth member swell as a surge of thick tauren seed coursed up its length, she could feel it pushing into her, deeper and deeper, feel it stalled by the seal that the mouth of her womb maintained around his shaft, she felt the pressure build for half a moment, then felt it explode forward once again, overpowering the final barrier in its way as it surged toward the blunt tip of the bull’s fearsome weapon. Rhuno’s cock bucked inside her womb like an angry bull trying to throw its rider as it fired its first blast of white-hot tauren seed directly into the silken back wall of her womb. It struck her core with the force of a tiny fist, pouring into her like molten gold, boiling hot, thick, and sticky, it clung to her walls even as it flooded her womb. Now, it was Lien’s turn to buck, her claws ripping handfuls of small ferns from the earth as she arched her spine and threw her head back against the bull’s shoulder, her eyes rolling up into her head as her mouth fell open and her tongue lolled out, a ragged moan, almost violent, tore out of her, a husky, wordless scream of pure ecstasy, as her second orgasm struck her like a bolt of lightning. White-hot electric ecstasy shot up her spine like it was a lightning rod, thousands upon thousands of dancing arcs of pure pleasure branching off to race along every nerve in her body, making every muscle spasm as the current reached her mind and everything went white for a moment.

Rhuno’s eyes squeezed shut as he came, and came, and came, Lien’s core spasming and squeezing wildly around his shaft as she came hard. After being edged and denied release again and again, his balls were full to bursting, it just didn’t stop. Normally, it surged forth in spurts, one womb-filling blast after another, but this… it was more like he’d turned on a firehose. Thick, boiling tauren seed sprayed into Lien’s womb in a constant, finger-thick stream, relentlessly splattering against the back wall of her womb with all the power and heat of dragonfire, the pressure barely weakening between the throbs of his darksteel bull-cock. In an instant, her womb was completely filled, soaked with Rhuno’s potent seed, and with each passing second, the tauren stuffed more and more and more into her sacred depths, her womb stretching in a way she’d never thought possible as it struggled to contain the sloshing, churning, boiling-hot load. He could feel pressure on the arm wrapped around her stomach as it swelled with the sheer volume of seed he poured into her, and then he felt her womb overflow, the trembling barrier no longer able to contain it all, a gush of his own pearly seed escaping around his girth. It flooded into her pussy, more and more and more each time her barrier spasmed, thick bull-cum soon coating every ripple and fold of her innermost walls as they continued to quiver with pleasure. Soon, it was too much to contain altogether, and as her walls clamped down, they forced a surge of pearly seed out around the base of his coal-black shaft, his thick seed mingling with her own sweet nectar as they ran down his churning balls and matted the fur on both of their thighs, before finally dripping into the hotspring below.

Time was lost to the two of them as their bodies pressed tight together, sharing this endless instant of raw, primal satisfaction as their bodies sang with ecstasy having fulfilled their deepest, most fundamental drive- to mate. But all things do end, eventually, and as the relentless flow of hot cum pouring into Lien’s womb tapered off from a river to a stream to a trickle, so too did the all-consuming ecstasy of their shared orgasms, leaving the pair drained, panting and sweaty as they lay, limply, together. Rhuno’s powerful arms stayed wrapped around Lien, wordlessly holding her in his embrace as the mind-numbing pleasure gave way to the lingering warmth of afterglow.

“Mmmmhhhhm~” Lien purred with satisfaction as she managed to lift her head off the ground, eyes still half-lidded, unconsciously rubbing her neck against the tauren’s broad shoulder as he lay on top of her. “That was... amazing~...” She added, with a happy sigh, then shifted a little underneath him. “You’re a little heavy though…”
Rhuno smiled, dreamily, eyes still closed. “Mhm…” He hummed in reply. It seemed to take him a moment to process her final statement, but after a second or two, his eyes cracked open in surprise. “Oh! Sorry.” He muttered, one arm unwrapping from around her stomach to plant flat on the edge of the spring, the other continuing to hold her body against his as he pushed them both halfway upright, the motion making their hips shift and drawing a short, sharp gasp from Lien as his shaft levered inside her overstuffed womb.
“Sorry, but you were crushing the girls a little.” She explained, paws coming up to gently massage her own breasts. She rolled her hips against his slightly, and let out a soft moan as his shaft shifted inside her once more. “Mh! I can’t beleive you’re still hard… after all this…” She mutters, gesturing to her stomach, slightly swollen with the sheer amount of cum pumped into her womb.
“I can.” Rhuno replied with a playful growl, his free hand coming up to rest his large, calloused palm atop her own hand, blunt fingers closing around her soft, pillowy breast and giving it a gentle squeeze, his shaft throbbing inside her. “How could I not be with such a beauty before me?” He asked.
“Mmmm~, I don’t know if my pussy can handle another load like that…” She muttered, giving a small laugh, though she had to admit, the longer he stayed inside her, hard as steel, the more tempting the prospect sounded…
Rhuno’s grin widened, and he leaned his head down, his lips by her ear. “Well, then… Maybe I should find somewhere else to put the next one…” He whispered, hotly, into her ear, as he gently ground his hips forward, pressing his hips against her cushioned ass.

Lien’s eyes widened in surprise for a moment as she let out a soft gasp, feeling him move inside her once more, but her expression soon softened, eyes half-lidded, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth and she chewed her lower lip, thoughtfully.

Lay On Hands, Ch. 1

[Pre-Story]Time to start a new series! To clarify something important for you: While Rhuno is in this story, it's not a story ABOUT Rhuno. This is a story about Pyrista, draenei paladin, and her horse-cock-futa wife, Rylinne. Commissioned by the eponymous Pyrista! This is more prologue than anything, but things'll start to heat up soon enough! Enjoy!

As always, if you like it, [redacted][/pre-story]

Lay On Hands, Chapter 1

Rhuno Sunheart’s iron-shod hooves scraped across the bare stone floor as he sank into a combat stance, the tauren’s massive, silver-and-gold-armored frame lowering as he braced himself. On one arm, he bore his sheild, a massive disk of silver, large enough for an orc to stand behind it barely peek over the top, with a gleaming golden sun-disk at its center, thin rays of gold extending outward in all directions, running all the way to the rim. With a flick of his wrist, he gripped the handle of his mace and brought it up, calloused, three-fingered hand closing around a steel shaft as thick as a man’s forearm and raising the head, a golden orb the size of a watermelon, like it weighed nothing at all. His sapphire eyes narrowed, peering through the slit of his helmet as he looked over the edge of the enormous shield at his opponent. “Are you ready?” He asked, an eager grin spreading across his lips, thankfully hidden by his helm.

By The Horns: Ch. 6, P. 4

[pre-story]Alright, finally! Between writer's block and distractions, this took FOREVER. But here it is! By The Horns continues, and Rhuno and Lien finally get down to business! They're not done yet, though! Anyways, enjoy!

As always, if you like what you see, [redacted][/pre-story]

Test Your Might, Part 4

All Rhuno had to do was just… push his hips forward. Lien’s paws gripped the base of his mammoth member firmly, guiding the fat head of his coal-black shaft toward her wide-open mouth. It landed on her tongue, heavy, hot, and delicious, his musky, salty flavor once more spreading across her taste buds much like the tingling, magical warmth spread through it. The soft pink muscle guided the beastly shaft forward until it once more pushed its blunt crown against her dark lips, and the pandaren’s jaws began to spread wider once more, her lips soon stretched tight around his sheer girth as the fat knob popped past them, filling her mouth completely. It probed at the entrance to her throat, its warmth already relaxing the rings of muscle. 

By The Horns: Ch. 6. P. 2

[pre-story]Rhuno’s story continues with Lien offering to share her camp, and things start getting a little steamy... 

As always, if you like what you read, [redacted][/pre-story]

Test Your Might: Part 2

“It should be right up here.” Lien assured as they walked together. “I can hear the steam vents.”

“Excellent.” Rhuno replied, letting out a sigh of relief as he trudged through the thick undergrowth. He loved his armor, but in this sweltering heat and thick undergrowth, it was like carrying a blazing oven on his back. It would be good to cool off- He blinked as a connection clicked in his brain. “Wait, steam vents?”

His question was answered a moment later as they rounded one of the massive trees and it came in sight. Around a handful of rocky outcroppings, there sat a wide, shallow pool of water, shrouded in a thick mist of steam. Every few seconds, one of the tiny cones scattered all around would hiss, belching forth a thick pillar of steam to replenish the cloud of steam. Near the edge of the stone area, there sat a lovely tent, a heavy red cloth hanging inside a square wooden frame. A dragon turtle sat next to it, idly chewing on the nearby ferns, its elaborate saddle sitting empty.

“...Ah.” Rhuno muttered, somewhat dejectedly, his hopes of cooling off dashed.

By The Horns: Ch. 5, P. 3

[pre-story]Alright, here it is, the third and final part of this way-too-damn-big chapter (It's 25k words, if you add up all the parts). If you didn't think the other parts were sexy enough, this should more than satisfy you! I was debating how I should handle Rhuno actually having sex with such tiny ladies, and in the end, I decided to embrace the impossibility settled on some rather extreme stomach bulging, so, you know, you've been warned. If that's not your thing, you might wanna skip this one. 
As always, if you like what you read, [redacted] Anyways, enjoy![/pre-story]

Unlikely Adversaries, Part 3

As eager as Rhuno was to get started fucking the sexy little goblin’s brains out, the more rational portion of his mind suggested that the middle of the main lab was probably not the best place to continue this. He’d already made quite the mess, after all, and he didn’t want to make it worse. He dipped down, bending at the knees, making Ginny gasp and cling to his massive coal-black cock for stability as he scooped Glitz up in one massive three-fingered hand, effortlessly lifting her off her feet. With both the girls secured, he turned and began to walk, iron-shod hooves clomping heavily as he carried them as smoothly as possible across the room, then up the stairs and around the corner. He ducked through a dented door frame and straightened up again, coming to a stop at the foot of the bed he’d slept in the night before.

By The Horns: Ch. 5, P. 2

[pre-story]I decided to break the main part of the chapter up into two parts, because holy fuck this is getting to be massive. If you add up all parts I've written so far, it's about 18k words, and I'm still only like half-done with the last part. I feel a lot less guilty about posting this part than I did about the first one, because this one is definitely sexy. I can't say exactly when the last part will come out, my productivity has been just all over the place lately,  but I'll be working hard to get it finished (also, got me some new pills that should help), and I'm really, really hoping I can get it done in time to post it this month.
As always, if you like what you see [redacted][/pre-story]

Unlikely Adversaries, Part 2

Rhuno gripped the metal spike in one calloused, three-fingered hand, raised it high, then swung with all his strength, bringing it sweeping down into a brutal horizontal stab, driving it deep into the tough material and giving it a sharp twist at the end. Then he let go, leaving the spike planted there, and stepped back, watching with baited breath. Finally, a trickle of amber liquid began to pour forth, and Rhuno laughed, his voice a booming rumble like distant thunder across the plains. Glitz and Ginny both wore expressions of surprise, Ginny’s mixed with glee and Glitz’ with dismay. The tauren wore a broad, triumphant grin as he stepped forward again, reaching out, one hand turning off the spigot he’d just driven in as the other grabbed the first pitcher of pale ale from the freshly-tapped keg.

By The Horns Ch. 5, P. 2 [Preview]

[pre-story]So, I decided to break the main part of the chapter up into two parts, because holy fuck this is getting to be massive. If you add up all parts I've written so far, it's about 18k words, and I'm still only like half-done with the last part. I feel a lot less guilty about posting this part than I did about the first one, because this one is definitely sexy. I can't say exactly when the last part will come out, my productivity has been just all over the place lately,  but I'll be working hard to get it finished (also, got me some new pills that should help), and I'm really, really hoping I can get it done in time to post it this month.
[redacted][/pre-story]

Unlikely Adversaries, Part 2 [Preview]

Rhuno gripped the metal spike in one calloused, three-fingered hand, raised it high, then swung with all his strength, bringing it sweeping down into a brutal horizontal stab, driving it deep into the tough material and giving it a sharp twist at the end. Then he let go, leaving the spike planted there, and stepped back, watching with baited breath. Finally, a trickle of amber liquid began to pour forth, and Rhuno laughed, his voice a booming rumble like distant thunder across the plains. Glitz and Ginny both wore expressions of surprise, Ginny’s mixed with glee and Glitz’ with dismay. The tauren wore a broad, triumphant grin as he stepped forward again, reaching out, one hand turning off the spigot he’d just driven in as the other grabbed the first pitcher of pale ale from the freshly-tapped keg.

Ginny stepped forward too, marvelling at the barrel, one small hand coming up to touch the rough oak surface. “Looks like you lost, Glitz!”

Glitz' expression turned to one of amused, begrudging acceptance as she reached into her pocket, but Rhuno simply grinned. “I warned you, I used to do it all the time! Made a lot of gold off new crusaders with that trick. Not a lot to do in northrend except fight and drink.” He added, leaning against a wall as he raised the pitcher to his lips and took a swig.

When Rhuno lowered the pitcher again, the foam clung to his upper lip in a pale moustache. Glitz giggled a bit as she fished out a coin and flipped it haphazardly in Rhuno’s general direction. The shining disk arced gracefully through the air, only to land with an undignified splash in his pitcher of ale. There was a half a moment of silence, then all three cracked up, giggling and laughing as the golden disk sank through the amber liquid to settle at the bottom.

Ginny shook her head as the giggle-fit wore off. “Ohh, wow… I think finding that funny means I’m officially drunk.”

Glitz giggled again, shaking her head. “How can somebody with ‘Gin’ in their name be such a lightweight?”

“Hey!” Ginny objected as she poured herself another gnome-sized glass of ale. “First…” She began, gesturing at the two now-empty kegs that had preceded this one. “...That’s a lot of alcohol! And second, Ginnfizzle is a perfectly normal name that has nothing to do with alcohol! My mom was named Ginnfizzle!” She explained, then paused, looking thoughtful, before muttering “...Though, grandpa did own a bar, and she was working there when dad met her...”

Glitz giggled uncontrollably at that revelation, tipping backward until she fell off her stool, hitting the floor with a dull thump, still laughing. “A bar wench! YOU’RE a bar wench’s daughter? Fuck, the apple must’ve rolled a LONG way from the tree!”

“Mom was NOT a bar-wench!” Ginny pouted, then paused, the full comment percolating through the haze of alcohol. “...Hey, wait, what’s that supposed to mean?”

Glitz wiped at the corners of her eyes as she pushed herself up off the floor. “Ginny. Honey.” She began. “You know yer shit with machines and wires an’ crap, sure… but you are SO stiff and awkward.” She explained.

“I’m not stiff!” Ginny objected, planting her hands on her hips as she scowled at Glitz, looking inescapably like a child mid-tantrum.

Glitz shook her head as she sat up fully. “Yer stiff as a board right now! You talk stiff, you walk stiff, you act stiff! You’d be a terrible bar wench!” Glitz replied. “Wenches gotta be relaxed, they gotta be flexible, an’ graceful, an’ sexy! Like dancers, but they gotta talk to people too.” She explained, sagely, giving her arms an illustrative wiggle.

“I am NOT stiff!” Ginny reiterated, scowling a little harder. “Look!” She exclaimed, lifting her mostly-full glass to her lips and chugging its contents, before slamming the empty vessel down on the table.
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By The Horns: Ch. 5, P. 1

[pre-story] Hey there, Squish here, with something a little... unusual. Chapter 5, all together, is about 12k words long at the moment, and will probably be closer to 15k by the time I’m finished. Considering the length, and how long it’s taking, I thought it might be best to break it up a little. This seemed like the cleanest break, but it doesn’t actually have any sex in it, so I debated about it for a long while, until the calendar kinda forced my hand. If you’re just in it for the smut, you could probably skip this part without too much trouble. Still, it’s got a cool fight scene and sets up the initial relationship between the girls and their relationship to Rhuno. I’m still not sure if I’m gonna split the main portion of the story or not, so you might get one big or two smallish parts after this, but I can assure you, whatever comes next, there will be plenty of sex in it. If you wanna see the full story as soon as it's done, remember to check out my patreon![/pre-story] 

Unlikely Adversaries, Part 1

“BITCH!”
“WHORE!”

The sounds of shrill, angry shouts echoing from the laboratory were nothing new, and the people of Gadgetzan were content to ignore them as they went about their business beneath the burning desert sun. The ensuing crash of breaking glass, and the dull boom that that followed, were new, but not not so new as to warrant more than a curious glance from passerbys. But when Glitz came flying out of the building, thrown with enough force to break one of the hinges on the double doors as she passed through them, hitting the cracked, baking earth and sliding a couple feet, well, that was certainly new enough to draw some stares.

By The Horns Ch. 5, P. 1 [Preview]

[pre-story] Hey there, Squish here, with something a little... unusual. Chapter 5, all together, is about 12k words long at the moment, and will probably be closer to 15k by the time I’m finished. Considering the length, and how long it’s taking, I thought it might be best to break it up a little. This seemed like the cleanest break, but it doesn’t actually have any sex in it, so I debated about it for a long while, until the calendar kinda forced my hand. If you’re just in it for the smut, you could probably skip this part without too much trouble. Still, it’s got a cool fight scene and sets up the initial relationship between the girls and their relationship to Rhuno. I’m still not sure if I’m gonna split the main portion of the story or not, so you might get one big or two smallish parts after this, but I can assure you, whatever comes next, there will be plenty of sex in it.
[redacted][/pre-story]

Unlikely Adversaries, Part 1

“BITCH!”
“WHORE!”

The sounds of shrill, angry shouts echoing from the laboratory were nothing new, and the people of Gadgetzan were content to ignore them as they went about their business beneath the burning desert sun. The ensuing crash of breaking glass, and the dull boom that that followed, were new, but not not so new as to warrant more than a curious glance from passerbys. But when Glitz came flying out of the building, thrown with enough force to break one of the hinges on the double doors as she passed through them, hitting the cracked, baking earth and sliding a couple feet, well, that was certainly new enough to draw some stares.

By The Horns: Ch. 4

[pre-story]Hey there, Squish here, with a new chapter in the continuing saga of Rhuno Sunheart, tauren paladin! The winner of the last 'what's next' poll on my patreon was the barrens, so here it is! I had a mixed experience writing this one. I loved writing the battle scene at the beginning, and I knew exactly what I wanted for the end, but I had a lot of trouble filling out the middle of some reason. It felt... disjointed, incoherent. But then, when I went back and read it over to edit/rewrite, it didn't seem all that bad at all. Perspective is a funny thing. 
Anyways, new chapter! As always, [redacted] Enjoy![/pre-story]

Chapter 4: A Battle and a Bond

“Can’t dis dumb beast go any fasta’?!” Zen’Anji demanded, the crimson-mohawked troll woman clinging to the saddlehorn, Rhuno’s armored bulk at her back.

“Kodos are bred for strength, not speed!” Rhuno shot back, gripping Tawo’s reigns a little tighter, the faithful kodo thundering across the golden savannah as fast as her powerful legs could carry her.

Zen'Anji twisted in the saddle, peering around Rhuno’s side. “Dey be gainin’!” She warned, a touch of panic in her voice.

“I know!” Rhuno growled, looking back over his shoulder to confirm that, yes, the horde of centaurs was, indeed, drawing ever-closer as they rode hell-for-leather.

“Well, do sometin’ about it, an’ quick, or we both be dead!” Zen'Anji urged.

“I’m steering! What about you? You’re a druid, right? Do that root thing! Slow them down!” Rhuno snapped.

“Wit’ what roots, mon?! GRASS?!” She snapped back.

An arrow whizzed past, and Rhuno cursed under his breath. They were getting into bow-range already. As soon as they started landing hits, Tawo would start to slow down, and then it would only be a matter of time before they were overtaken and trampled, or just circled by archers and whittled away. This was a losing scenario, he needed to change the engagement. His hooves dug a little harder into Tawo’s hide, trying to urge just the tiniest bit more speed from the great beast as he scanned the plains ahead. He could see the walls of Crossroads, but they’d be pincushions before they made it. The mountains might help, but not enough. The only other feature was… He yanked the reigns to the left, and Tawo turned sharply with a groan, just in time to avoid a volley of arrows.

By The Horns: Ch. 3

[pre-story]Hey there, squish here, with another chapter of By The Horns! Well, it's finally done! I'd have thought a story like this would pretty much write itself, but seem it's a little harder than I was giving it credit for. I'd say the final product's worth it, though. Anyways, let me know what you think in the comments! Also, sorry this is a day late, I kinda forgot this was supposed to go up yesterday... ^^;
Remember, if you like what you see, [redacted][/pre-story]

Chapter 3: A Duo’s Desires

Silvermoon City shone like a jewel in the light of the afternoon sun, the entire city gleaming brilliant gold, pale ivory, and vivid crimson. The Sun’s golden rays filtered down through an impossible skyline, towering ornate spires and levitating buildings casting long shadows on the immaculate streets below. It was a city of mystic marvels, from animated street-sweeping brooms, to giant floating emeralds, to the elegant yet formidable arcane guardians that patrolled alongside its guards. But even its most grandiose features paled in comparison to the glorious sight of Sunfury Spire, the immense ivory-and-gold royal palace towering over the lesser spires like a monarch in its own right. It was a thing of beauty, enormous and opulent, bearing the finest and most spectacular architectural flourishes and crowned with massive, gleaming gold wings. Among all the wondrous and beautiful sights of Azeroth, truly, Silvermoon City was the crowning jewel. An island of beauty, peace, and luxury in a raging sea of war, brutality, and chaos.

“Ugh, this city is the worst. So boring!” Elaana lamented with an exaggerated roll of her brilliantly glowing emerald-green eyes.

By The Horns: Ch. 3 [Preview]

[pre-story]Hey there, squish here, with a new chapter preview! It's finally done! You'd think a story like this would write itself, but it seems I didn't give it enough credit. I'd say the final product's worth it, though!

[redacted][/pre-story]

Chapter 3: A Duo’s Desires

Silvermoon City shone like a jewel in the light of the afternoon sun, the entire city gleaming brilliant gold, pale ivory, and vivid crimson. The Sun’s golden rays filtered down through an impossible skyline, towering ornate spires and levitating buildings casting long shadows on the immaculate streets below. It was a city of mystic marvels, from animated street-sweeping brooms, to giant floating emeralds, to the elegant yet formidable arcane guardians that patrolled alongside its guards. But even its most grandiose features paled in comparison to the glorious sight of Sunfury Spire, the immense ivory-and-gold royal palace towering over the lesser spires like a monarch in its own right. It was a thing of beauty, enormous and opulent, bearing the finest and most spectacular architectural flourishes and crowned with massive, gleaming gold wings. Among all the wondrous and beautiful sights of Azeroth, truly, Silvermoon City was the crowning jewel. An island of beauty, peace, and luxury in a raging sea of war, brutality, and chaos.

“Ugh, this city is the worst. So boring!” Elaana lamented with an exaggerated roll of her brilliantly glowing emerald-green eyes.

“Ugh, I know, right?” Zalaana agreed.

The Dawnspear twins descended the ramp from Sunfury Spire to the Court of the Sun in unison, a pair of nearly-identical young blood elves, radiantly beautiful in an effortless, almost-too-perfect way. They had the same pale, flawless skin; the same slender, graceful build; the same elegant, refined facial features; the same silky, golden-blonde hair; the same glowing, emerald-green eyes; the same long, pointed ears, decorated with the matching sets of emerald studs along their length. Their makeup matched too, their full lips painted the same shade of vivid, eye-catching crimson, their eyes expertly accented to give their gaze a sultry smolder. They even dressed identically, though that was more the school’s fault for requiring uniforms than it was theirs. They wore glossy black school shoes over white knee-high sock that left the contours of their long, shapely legs bare; red pleated skirts that wrapped tight around their tiny waists and hung off their generous hips and tight, round butts; and white button-up tops, left unbuttoned just enough to flash tantalizing glimpses of their ripe, blossoming breasts, easily the two most impressive sets in the school. The only way to tell the two apart was their hair, Elaana’s trimmed at jaw-length and neatly styled, while Zalaana’s was kept long and pulled back into a ponytail, leaving just enough free to elegantly frame her face. 

“Nothing happens here! It’s always the same, home, then school, then the bar, then home again, over and over and over…” Elaana continued to complain as her sister nodded along to the familiar rant. “The same boring classes, the same boring drinks, the same boring boys, the same boring toys…” She listed, letting the words trail off into a heavy sigh as she shook her head and looked to her sister. “I need something new, Z, tonight, or I’m gonna go out of my mind. And then you’re gonna have to take care of your poor insane sister until I die of the crazies.” She lamented, putting her the back of her hand to her forehead in a melodramatic ‘woe-is-me’ gesture. 

Zalaana smirked for a moment. “I love you, sis, but I’d have a pillow on your face within a week.” She replied, chuckling softly and shaking her head for a moment. She put on a thoughtful expression. “Hmmm… How about Professor Firehawk?” She suggested.

Elaana shook her head. “He’s boring too. He was fun at first, but now it just doesn’t have the same thrill…” She sighed.

Zalaana frowned. “Yeah, the divorce kinda ruined it…” She muttered, looking thoughtful again for a moment before her face brightened suddenly. “Oh, that shipment from pandaria should be here! We could head home and try some of them out while Mom and Dad are away…”  She offered, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.

Elaana sighed again, looking into space for a moment before answering. “...I dunno. Fingers, tongues, and toys are nice, but I’m in the mood for something more...male, you know?” She asked, looking back at her sister.

Zalaana nodded, frowning a little. “Yeah, I get it… Well, we could always go to The Sanctum. I bet a Felguard would scratch that itch nicely…” She suggested, grinning.

Elaana smirked slightly, but didn’t look hopeful. “Tempting… but I’d bet they’re booked solid by now.” She digressed, tone sinking with disappointment.

Zalaana narrowed her eyes at her moping sibling. “Well, we’re not gonna find out standing here! Come on!” She chided, grabbing Elaana by the dainty, manicured hand and pulling her along toward the shadowy archway on the far side of the Court of the Sun.

The arched entrance to the covered street loomed like the mouth of a great beast, fittingly, as it led to the city’s shadowy underbelly. Maps and officials still called it Augur’s Row, but the residents knew the dimly-lit and poorly-maintained street by a much more fitting name; Murder Row. Faint blue streetlights lit a boulevard where the city’s fel addicts, drunkards, criminals, and whores all gathered together where they could be conveniently ignored by those in charge. Brooms rarely came through, leaving shards of glass to pile up in the gutters, and guards pretended it didn’t exist. Children were warned to avoid it, but it was rarely spoken of. Ultimately, nearly everyone found themselves walking Murder Row at some point, looking for something unsavory. And if you saw a familiar face while you were there, you just looked the other way, because admitting the meeting meant admitting you were there, too.

The Sanctum was right near the entrance to the row, easily recognizable by the tall, narrow archways shrouded in billowing, transparent midnight blue curtains. An imperious-looking warlock in crimson robes stood by the entrance, his stoic demeanor a sharp contrast to the violet-skinned succubus prancing around in front of him, striking provocative poses for passing men. As the twins approached, the warlock caught sight of them, a look of recognition crossing his face, and grinned. “Welcome back, ladies…” He greeted, sweeping the sheer curtain aside with one arm and gesturing them inside with a small flourish.

Suddenly, the streetlight beside the building was suddenly eclipsed by a looming silhouette. “A-hem.” The figure cleared its throat in a deep, baritone voice, and all three elves looked in its direction at once. Their eyes fell upon an eight-foot square-shouldered wall of gleaming silver and gold armor, crowned with a pair of long, wickedly pointed horns. The figure stepped closer, away from the streetlight, massive, iron-shod hooves clopping on the pavement as the shadows faded away to reveal the tauren’s features in more detail, from his long, braided beard to his scars. His dark-furred brow furrowed as his icy blue eyes regarded the warlock with a look of suspicion. A gauntleted hand rose, coming to rest on the pommel of the mace hanging off his belt, its spherical golden head as large as any one of the elf’s heads. 

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By the Horns: Ch. 2

[pre-story] Hey there, squish here, with the continuation of Rhuno's adventures across Azeroth! The story, and the chapter, chosen by you guys, my faithful patrons! This installment takes our hero to a remote corner of The Blasted Lands. This one's takes off a little slow, I really wanted to get some character development in there, and it ended up taking more space than I thought it would. Hopefully, it was worth it in the end! Let me know what you think! And as always, if you like my work, [redacted]

Content Warnings: Huge cocks, excessive cum, impregnation, cumflation, and furries.[/pre-story]

Chapter 2: A Hero's Reward

Tonight, like every night in recent memory, a tense quiet hung over the Howling Drunk Inn. The few patrons, a selection of the town’s old, infirm, and cowardly, sat in humbled silence, nursing mugs of porter as the night dragged on interminably. Donna Berrymore, the innkeeper, stood behind the bar, mechanically re-washing the unused mugs. She was a mature woman, with warm tan skin, raven-black hair, and a glare that could send even the most ornery drunk cringing out the door. The young barmaid, Becca, was the only one moving, pacing around the room, clearing away empty mugs, impatiently seeking something, anything to do to keep herself busy.

By The Horns: Ch. 2 [Preview]

[pre-story] Hey there, squish here, with the continuation of Rhuno's adventures across Azeroth! [redacted] This installment takes our hero to a remote corner of The Blasted Lands. [redacted][/pre-story]

Chapter 2: A Hero's Reward

Tonight, like every night in recent memory, a tense quiet hung over the Howling Drunk Inn. The few patrons, a selection of the town’s old, infirm, and cowardly, sat in humbled silence, nursing mugs of porter as the night dragged on interminably. Donna Berrymore, the innkeeper, stood behind the bar, mechanically re-washing the unused mugs. She was a mature woman, with warm tan skin, raven-black hair, and a glare that could send even the most ornery drunk cringing out the door. The young barmaid, Becca, was the only one moving, pacing around the room, clearing away empty mugs, impatiently seeking something, anything to do to keep herself busy.

Becca was a petite, slender thing, just barely more than five feet tall. She had a cute, mousy sort of look to her, with soft features dotted with a handful of freckles, a cute little button nose, and large, chestnut-brown eyes. Jaw-length brown hair was tucked hurriedly out of the way behind her ears, a few stray locks curling forward to brush against her cheeks. Her uniform was typical of her job, an ankle-length brown dress that hung loosely off her admittedly average hips, a laced leather bodice that cinched her already slim waist even tighter, and a frilly top with a neckline that bared her shoulders and the modest cleavage of her firm, orange-sized breasts. She was practically the ideal barmaid, attractive in that girl-next-door way, but not distractingly eye-catching. She almost seemed to blend into the background when you weren’t looking.

By the Horns: Ch. 1

Chapter 1: A New Quest

[Pre-Story Bit]
I’m gonna keep this bit short and sweet this time. This story is one of three possible big, multi-chapter stories that are in the running to become my main project after I finish Daddy’s Home, and in gratitude to my faithful readers, I’m giving my fans control over its course! [redacted]

Content warnings: Huge cock, impregnation, minor cumflation, furry (kinda), magic, rough sex, and monologuing.
[/Pre-Story Bit]

Enormous, titan-bronze double doors loomed in the archway, some thirty feet high and ancient beyond understanding, the perfectly smooth surface free of tarnish or flaw since before the sundering. Ruby-red flames danced in the tall braziers to either side of the looming gateway, shedding no heat but casting the looming archway in a flickering, almost ominous, crimson light. The figure standing before these monolithic doors looked tiny by comparison. From the bottom of his hooves, each as wide as a human’s handspan, to the highest points of his ivory horns, each spike jutting a foot from the sides of his head before hooking up sharply at the ends, the tauren was more than eight feet tall, perhaps nine if he straightened up as much as he could. His broad, square-shouldered frame strained against a crimson silk robe, perhaps a size too small, his thick, powerfully muscled arms pulling the fabric tight around them. His fur was coal-black fur, hardly a shade of variation from head to hoof, even in the mane running back over his hump. His face was rugged, with a short snout and a long black beard gathered into a single thick braid, the loose end tied off around a sturdy golden ring. Perhaps it might even have been handsome were it not for the half-dozen scars that distracted from the features beneath, dark gray lines where no fur would grow, including a long, thin line that split one eyebrow and continued on the cheek below. Beneath his thick brows peered a pair of startlingly brilliant sapphire eyes, made all the more intense by the dark fur around them.

By The Horns: Ch. 1 [Preview]

Chapter 1: A New Quest [Preview]

[Pre-Story Bit]
I’m gonna keep this bit short and sweet this time. This story is one of three possible big, multi-chapter stories that are in the running to become my main project after I finish Daddy’s Home, and in gratitude to my faithful readers, I’m giving my fans control over its course! [redacted]
Content warnings: Huge cock, impregnation, cumflation, furry (kinda), magic, rough sex, and monologuing.
[/Pre-Story Bit]

Enormous, titan-bronze double doors loomed in the archway, some thirty feet high and ancient beyond understanding, the perfectly smooth surface free of tarnish or flaw since before the sundering. Ruby-red flames danced in the tall braziers to either side of the looming gateway, shedding no heat but casting the looming archway in a flickering, almost ominous, crimson light. The figure standing before these monolithic doors looked tiny by comparison. From the bottom of his hooves, each as wide as a human’s handspan, to the highest points of his ivory horns, each spike jutting a foot from the sides of his head before hooking up sharply at the ends, the tauren was more than eight feet tall, perhaps nine if he straightened up as much as he could. His broad, square-shouldered frame strained against a crimson silk robe, perhaps a size too small, his thick, powerfully muscled arms pulling the fabric tight around them. His fur was coal-black fur, hardly a shade of variation from head to hoof, even in the mane running back over his hump. His face was rugged, with a short snout and a long black beard gathered into a single thick braid, the loose end tied off around a sturdy golden ring. Perhaps it might even have been handsome were it not for the half-dozen scars that distracted from the features beneath, dark gray lines where no fur would grow, including a long, thin line that split one eyebrow and continued on the cheek below. Beneath his thick brows peered a pair of startlingly brilliant sapphire eyes, made all the more intense by the dark fur around them.