Worse Stories For Worse People

A nervous minotaur walked into a room. It was his big day! First day as an actor! Ever since he had moved from his hometown in Minotauria to Manehatten, he’d been having a crappy time, but an agency finally recognised his talent as an actor. Unfortunately, his English was not very good, but that would not stop him from achieving his dream; to be a world famous actor!

He walked into a room, only to be greeted by a very seedy looking stallion with a handlebar moustache.

“Hey pal, what are you doin’ here?”

“Uh, no English, no money!”

The seedy stallion laughed. He grabbed the minotaur by the throat.

“Better give me a good reason not to fucking kill you!”

He remembered what the agents had told him.

“Uh, uh, umm, two things…” he paused, “uh, iron will, and uh… very big penis! Like stallion, but bigger!”

The seedy stallion let him go. He twirled his moustache, before nodding.

“Come this way, sport.”

The minotaur followed the seedy moustached stallion down a hallway, and into another room. There was a mare lying on a bed, surrounded by cameras, her ass pointed up in the air.

“Alright, you wanna earn the dough? Fuck that filly, hard as you can.”

“Yes yes!”

“We’re gonna call you Iron Will, by the way? You gotta problem with that, pal?”

“No sire!”

“Good, now get fucking.”

Iron Will cringed slightly, remembering his sordid past. He leant back in his leather chair. He turned and looked around at his mansion. A fresh line of cocaine lay next to a credit card, with a partially rolled hundred bit note beside it. He looked at all his achievements. His cosmetic brand. His wife with prosthetic tits. His Italian friends, with their grade A coke.

He couldn’t really understand this. All this from…

Bangin’ a box!