Corruption is Good for the Soul
"Non ingredieris huc," The brown rabbit named Thomas muttered as he lit the leg sized candle in front of him, wearing a brown robe and carrying a lit wick on a brass pole. The chapel around him was quiet and still as he chanted his way around the seven...
Corruption is Good for the Soul II
Michael scratched his mane as he knelt, missing the good hair soap he used to have. He sighed and looked around the room. Just another small stone room with one door and a shelf with an iron cross on it, like every other meditation room he'd been in at...
Gay Coaching
Why would Coach Gallus want to meet him? He hadn't done anything wrong, and his grades were okay, hell he didn't even have any classes of his. The brick red coyote walked past the football field to the athletic building, a concrete brick building of...
Iron Author #22 Sloppy Seconds
I nibbled on my lion's ear as he gently snoozed beside me, half of me wishing he would wake up and the other half wishing he'd stay asleep so I could watch his beautiful face for hours. It was unusual for me to be up first, Greg normally was up and...
Iron Author #21 Autofellatio
His ocean blue eyes peeked out from behind his bedroom door, scanning the hallway for his roommate and trying to hide his nude from. From the sound of it, the Black Labrador he roomed with was typing away on one of his assignments on the other side of...
Iron Author #20 Milking
It started as just way to get some quick cash, but I' not sure anymore. I signed all the forms they wanted, answered boring question after boring question they asked, and didn't struggle as they sat me down in a chair in an otherwise empty room. I...