Author's note: I knew nothing about ponygirls, but I decided to give it a shot and write this story. I tried to stay away from all other ponygirl stories because I wanted to develop my own concept of what it meant. I'm sure many pony fans will criticize me, and others will praise me, but I'm convinced it is one of a kind because I stayed true to myself as a...
I stalked into an LA garage where a couple of local gangs were having a street race. The music bumped in the cars and the alcohol flowed like water from a fountain. A few people stared at me. I assumed it was because I looked hot in my thigh high black suede boots, short black shorts, and black ruffled collar tank top. I adjusted the .9 mil that stuck out of...
It was that time of year again. Every two to five years, actually. Once a year would have been preferable, but professional obligations kept Aestu tied down to her ship; thankfully unlike some species, her race had quite a bit more control over their mating cycle. In any event, she had now taken leave, donned her old mercenary's outfit - a simple deep teal...
This story is best enjoyed if you imagine yourself watching a televised sporting event. While there are real places and one real school mentioned, all characters are totally fictitious and it's all in good fun-NOT to be taken seriously. I had a lot of fun writing this silliness-hope you enjoy! Comments and feedback are cherished! All characters are over 1...
The capital and the largest city in the entire kingdom was Witherkeep, famous not only as a residence of the Queen and her court, but also for a huge amphitheatre and a rich commercial and industrial districts. Unfortunately the distance between Laerinia's court and the capital was too significant for her or for Aeriella to travel more often. Whenever one of...
Hey, there. My name is Lea Shanks and I'm a six-foot-tall, red-haired and gray-eyed Irishwoman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. Like many people in this world, I lead a double life. By day, I am a professor of psychology at my alma mater Champion City College, a small, four-year public school located in downtown Brockton. There are lots of Afri...
"Hello Mistress Wendy," Samuel said, smiling at the tall, slender, forty-something blonde female cashier as they stood at the back of the Walmart in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. They were near the Garden Center, which was deserted around this time. Wendy smiled coyly and took one last drag of her cigarette as she admired the big and tall, handsome young blac...
There are few things that I love more than women's sports. Not for the competition, mind you. Not for the freedom it embodies, either. Not for the excitement or the love of the game. No, I like it solely for the sex appeal. There is nothing that gets me, as a man, more aroused than the bodies of women, their bodies glistening with sweat, their uniforms tight...
It had been one of the coldest winters on record. Not much snow, but cold enough to force avid cyclists like Mallory Greenfeld into indoor spin classes. But now it was early May and all that was behind her as she prepared for a Saturday morning ride on her yellow aluminum Schwinn. She planned to ride about twenty miles, a relatively slow twenty miles. Save f...
"This floor's clear, Diane. We can go up to the top level," Stan muttered as they met at the stairway. It was an elegant mansion: a dacha for a party official in the Ceausescu regime. Built around an elegant, three story entryway featuring a crystal chandelier, the ample dwelling had space for a large retinue, but now it was rather empty with drop cloths cov...