8-Way
Adrogan the hare woke to the sound of muffled grunts and gasps, ringing in his ears as though coming through a tin pipe. He raised his priorly drooped over head and tried to move, only to find himself restrained, yet upright. The fact that he was...
Guild Relations, Part 2
Hetroth moved through the forest at a brisk pace, desperate to track down the bastard that had all but robbed him of his advancement among the Artificers and used him for his own pleasure. He had dozed and fallen asleep at the ruins, and he was mad at...
Guild Relations
The sun was setting, shafts of dim light piercing the dense pine forest surrounding the overgrown ruins. It would soon be night, but Hetroth needed to locate what he was looking for fast. It was reckless of him to keep searching at so late an hour....
An Unusual Profession, Part 2
Petritus nearly stumbled into the now somewhat familiar confines of his favourite brothel. He'd only been there a couple times, during his first visit to the city, but that was enough to put it well above all the others he knew. At least in terms of...
An Unusual Profession
Petritus the spotted brown hyena stood on a cobblestone road at the edge of the tree line, marvelling at the city ahead. He had visited the city of Volenar in his childhood, and it was quite a sight to behold, outside of being untapped waters for his...
Sore Loser
It was late into the night in front of the boxing hall. Unusually for this hour, the building was lit up, albeit faintly. Craig the brown, white-blotched horse stood at its entrance, considering what he was getting himself into, a flickering street...
The Other Faith
Neseref the slender, grey rat sighed with relief as he crossed the outer city gates. He swept his hand over his slightly damp brow and through his neck-long, black hair. The long journey from his town of birth had come to an end. Here, in the city of...
Domestication (Processing, Part 2)
Pitrin woke to the now familiar warmth of two others. At his back he could feel Erinis, an exceptionally timid horse, his length soft and pressed against his left butt cheek. He himself had his arm lazily wrapped around a fennec fox named Tethus, his...
Processing
Tafran woke to the overwhelming smell of musk and semen surrounding him, a warm but hard tiled floor underneath, as well as the feel of furs pressing at his back and front. He opened his eyes and recoiled, noticing his nose had been pressed against...