Thread: A tale of two furs (Sharub & Monstruous_passions)

Yorwa walked at his side, sometimes idly comparing their sizes and height, making her think if they really were twins or an obscure past lied before their memories, still, as always, she kicked away those pointless thoughts with a wave of her head, making her long mane to wave into the gentle, warm breeze of the valley. ...a pint... her voice was dreamy and dry like the road over which they were talking, as she felt her tongue rough and dry like wood-ciseling tools, making her feeling like she was scraping her own mouth the thought of a drink... maybe fresh... maybe even sparkling like those ales or beers... made her to sport a faint smile at the sole thought ...Yeah... a pint would really do... replied her with an almost absent gaze casted in the horizon, as if the God of Beverages appeared in front of her very eyes in a miraculous appearance. Still, she coughed and nodded at his words I do hope, Bro. If you don't wont to work in a farm, i have enough of working in taverns... i would rather be the customer, just for once... said her with a giggle as she sighed, remembering her past experiences, while her brother was breaking his back in the fields of the village, she often found herself hired for a few coins at the local slumlike tavern or inn, like a wench that winked and smiled warmly at customers in order to make their purses open up with ease until they were too drunken to even stand up, often slumping limp over their stools. Yorwa wouldn't mind using her body for such things, she instead disliked the pay, too often offered as a take-or-leave rather than a proper pay. While her mind and gaze lazily came and went away with ease, just like the dry straws and leafs lightly dancing into the warm air around them, she heard a loud crunch. immediately her ears perked up with and with instinct her body stiffened for a brief instant, almost a blink, until she realized that she was caught off-guard by her brother that was now muching a fruit a drop of whiteish juice still lingered over the fur of his muzzle as he kept munching at it and, casting her eyes away in front of her, she resumed the blank walking at his side. After a little while her eyes spotted a dark dot at the end of the road A village? thought her, but as they walked forward, more details appeared, soon giving her and her brother the clear and understandable vision of a walled village, immediately feeling the tiredness in her legs and the dry throat being worth for their efforts. SLAP! the dry sound of a slap echoed in the thin air around them followed by her yelp of surprise, as she felt his strong hand still lingering over her supple bottom, but she barely had the chance to notice his arm to move away from there that Hassan's challenging smile disappeared, as his long and dark mane waved behind him Oh... it. Is. ON!, her voice as challenging as his smile, while her own dark muzzle shown her teeths in a similare behaviour, as she took a deep sigh and with a jump, she raced her brother. While her brother run, she admired his body so tall, big and rippled with bulging muscles taking long steps, making the gravel to being vanquished beneath his hooves while, like the most valiant and proud of warriors, he galloped toward the village. Yorwa, instead, was galloping with a relative grace, her black-hands closed in delicate fists, while her long, shapely legs jumped in an almost unnatural light over the gravel while her breasts bounced and jumped in her chest, difficultily held in place by a thick leather bra. She soon reached her brother, at each step he made, she felt almost unbalanced by the strenght of his thumping over the ground You thought that pant a faux start like that pant would have allowed you to pant win? Mh? said her almost without efforts as she winked at her brother. As they ran over the dirt-covered road raising a thick dust behind them like an herd of unleashed beasts, they approached the village that now appeared sorrounded by dried irrigation systems and a tall wooden palisade, while the first roofs begun to be seen, making Yorwa to almost daydream of a celebrative fresh pint of ale and the thought of resting her tired legs over an hired bed made her eyes to flutter, as, with a smile, accelerated her pace...