A really cool OC I bought from

He's selling all his brawny bara stud OCs, please check him out. I'm saddened this talented artist is parting ways with his awesome manly OCs but I'm pleased to give this big, horsey-smelling stallion a home in my stories & art. Welcome to Icyvania, Marshall!
I'll be incorporating Marshall into my head canon as a dominant bara farmer who works a field near my muscle god, James. This will be fun. Marshall, welcome to our family. *Neigh of happiness* 🐎 🐴

The following is his original bio by the multitalented
Marshall the Sweaty Smelly Workhorse

By MANBEAST-MUSCLE


In the heart of the beautiful, peaceful countryside, there lived a handsome Clydesdale stud named Marshall. stood tall at an impressive 8 feet (approx. 2.4 meters) and exuded an aura of rugged brute strength. With his burly, muscular body and a heart filled with determination, the beast had earned his reputation as a true champion in the world of both farming and bodybuilding. Marshall spoke in a deep country accent, rich with warmth and a touch of baritone ruggedness that will make your heart melt.

Each day dawned with Marshall already at work, tilling the soil and plowing the fields with a tireless energy that seemed to match the sun's rays. His impressive frame cast a huge shadow across the land as he harnessed his innate strength to accomplish tasks that would often require modern machinery. Marshall's connection with the countryside ran deep, and he took great pride in being able to cultivate the rich soil using his raw power alone. "Aye, this beautiful land honors the touch of this ol’ horse's strength, and by my sweat and spit, it shall thrive!" As the sun climbed higher in the sky, Marshall's efforts manifested in a symphony of sweat and drool down his mighty rock-hard pecs and produced a powerful masculine musk potent enough to stink up the whole farmhouse. He preferred it that way, having the house smelled like him. The glistening droplets of sweat and the drool from his jaws trickled down his well-defined muscles, worn as a badge of honor earned through years of dedicated labor. The scent that enveloped him was a heady mix of testosterone and dedication to his farmwork. “Look at me, eh? I’m a big stinkin’ mess but it feels so damn good!” The herculean beast chuckled as he wiped the excessive drool on his rough hands, which was used to clean them with.

Despite the grueling nature of his work, Marshall found himself amazed by the results he achieved. Rows of crops stood tall and vibrant in front of the picturesque sunset. As another workday ended, Marshall would often steal a moment to admire his own reflection in the mirror inside the barn, the same mirror that had witnessed his younger years of bodybuilding triumphs. The equine brute would grunt like the beast he is, and strike poses that showcased his sweaty, gorgeous physique, reveling in the transformation his body had undergone through years of hard work and determination. A grin tugged at his slobbery lips as he flexed, his voice a low rumble of affirmation, "Look at that, old boy! Still got it. Ain't nothin' like seein' the results of hard work carved right into these muscles" he neighed as he inhaled his own musky scent and gave one of his biceps a kiss. With one last look in the mirror, he gave himself a quick wink as he went into his farmhouse to prepare dinner.

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& now owned via purchase by myself 🥰🐎🫏