Gay Stallions on the Ranch: Mini Story Collection

By Alis Mitsy

In this collection of mini stories, you will only see the best of the best when it comes to gay, anthro stallions... They are muscled and they are studs and they hang out on the ranch, working as hands and cowboys, as they please. They know their jobs well, but even ranchers and the like need some time to themselves now and then.

Their lust is unprecedented, coming together, whether their relationships are known or not. Throbbing lengths ache for attention and they press in and on, tongues tangling in lustful kiss after kiss. There's too much at stake when it comes to simmering passion and these stallion studs aren't about to let it go.

This collection of five mini stories comes to roughly five thousand words total.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Alis Mitsy
• Release date: Apr 24, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005237226

Alis Mitsy

An author set to bring your fantasies to life and more. I have been writing erotica since 2011 and am ever set to improve my craft, exploring kinks that are new to me, all for your reading pleasure.Fancy something a little more personal? Do you want a tale written with you as the star or another character of your creation in the erotic spotlight?I am currently open for commission work beginning at a rate of 30 GBP per 1000 words and occasionally have special offers running too for mini-stories. Please contact [e-mail] for further details.

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Gay Stallions on the Ranch

Collection of mini stories

Alis Mitsy

This work is copyrighted under the pen name of Alis Mitsy as of 2021.

This story may be published under other pen names belonging to the author.

All acts and characters are works of fiction and any resemblance to real people or events is coincidental.

Contents

Sundown for Cowboy Stallion Studs

Saddling a Mustang Stud

Bareback Stud Stallions

Submitting to His Stallion Stud

Lust on the Range

Other stories

Sundown for Cowboy Stallion Studs

The chestnut stallion with the flaxen mane and tail drew his lover in close to his chest, though the appaloosa pony, white with brown spots speckled all over, was smaller and lither than Blaze’s muscled bulk. He was not of any specific equine breed, something that was less and less important to anthro equines like him, but he spoke of draft horse heritage, his muscle and bone mass more than enough to tip him into a dominant position without even trying.

Tommy’s Stetson fell off the back of his head as he grunted, head spinning, the light appaloosa quivering in place with a tiny nicker. They were ranch hands, just ranch hands, but they had been around one another for too long to not allow the true nature of their intimate relationship slip into the light. His mane spilt softly down the back of his neck, hips bucking, grinding with an arch in his back, the thickness of his shaft pressing out against the front of his Wrangler jeans.

They could have stopped, could have done anything else, perhaps even slipped out and away for a nice dinner somewhere else. Blaze smirked, breaking the kiss, but the