Platform Zero III
Arthur stood beneath the hot spray of luxurious water, the sensation a miracle to his tired muscles and tensed nerves. He could feel it all just melting away as he just stopped there, the cascade soaking his fur, running along the curves of his body,...
The Mind's Eye
"Bring in the prisoner," I said with a flat, empty tone. His file floated in front of me on an unseen projection, pixel upon pixel framing the record; 'Fredrickson East, aged thirty-four, male, standing accused for suspect of high treason'. Not your...
Dawn Falling: V
"I'm going to die..." "Shut up!" Indignant and bitter, the voice denied the inevitable. "Stevarn... just leave me..." Even his voice sounded weaker now, much less deeper than it used to be an hour or so ago. How long had it been since the...
Robin's Confession
I sat watching the sea roll before me, the soft sand tickling between the pads of my paws as I sipped at the ice cold beer. It stung my lips, but it felt good as it slithered its way down my throat and pooled in my gut. My buddy, Logan, had invited me...
Dear Diary: Learning A Lesson
I hate that fucking bleep on the answering machine. I _really_ just fucking hate it. It means people are pestering you, people outside of your private life wanting in, wanting to talk, wanting to see how you're doing, wanting to give you yet more...
Dear Diary: Private Dancer
Never thought I'd make a second entry in you, Mr Diary. I figured I'd get bored after just writing a few lines down, but thinking back over screwing that otter's hole was so fucking hot... I have to do it again. This time, I'm gonna tell you about my...
On The Sixth Day of Kinkmas
There was a quiet creak of leather as the stallion flexed his arms, wrists pulling taut on the straps buckled securely around him. Every breath was constricted by the band that pressed against his chest, looped around the back of the chair he was sat...
Dear Diary: The Interview
Long time, no see Mr Diary! I should probably apologise for having left it so long to put an entry down in you; I've been utterly swamped with work and with something I've taken my time to. You see, after going to that hotel and getting filmed by that...
The Thorned Rose: Part I
Andrew drummed his fingertips along the kitchen counter as he idly waited for the toaster. His mind was amiss, this morning, and it showed. His brow was creased in a darkened furrow, his eyes glazed over as though he were elsewhere, strung deep within...
Deus Ex Machina
Flipping through the pages of 'The Knight of Sin', Morgan seemed rather lost. His mind was still churning away, its gears grinding into smoke and dust as they fought to develop a coherent thought that he could deem acceptable. All that he came up with...
Dawn Falling: II
Stevarn had seen death before. He was well aware of Stamenia's grip, who held the strings of every being upon one paw, ready to cut the corporeal entity away from the soul, freeing it to the greater divine. He was no fool to destruction either, having...
The Photoshoot
_"Come on, Martin. It's just for a few hours and it'll really boost your confidence! You can get paid too!"_ _"No chance," the mutt huffed, "I'm not stripping to just my underwear for some camera."_ _"It's two hundred dollars an hour." The stallion...