Who needs a Blue Ribbon?
"And the winner of Hapsfield's annual pie competition of 1965 is," Wanda's ears perked as the pause washed over the crowd. The rat had labored for months finding the perfect pie recipe. Hundreds of ideas tried and tested, many alone given the extra...
Leather Ballad chapter 3: Hood
"Somethin good happening I take it?" Helga held her sandwich frozen midbite. The pig woman's left brow raised itself as she gazed over to the rhino enjoying a salad next to her. "Huh?" she asked, taking another bite into his fish sandwich. The same...
Leather Ballad: Privacy
The constant ringing of her doorbell told Helga two things: Someone was going to have their ass beat, and she had too much to drink last night. Her head splitting from her hangover, the porcine woman slowly rolled out of bed with a grumble. She brushed...
Rights of a Slave: Reality
Patrick did not like coffee. Its taste made the fox often made a vow to avoid it when possible. A vow that he found himself breaking more often than not due to poor sleeping habits he developed in college. Taking another sip from his mug, Patrick...
Leather Ballad: Movie Date
Amy woke up the same way she had for the past month since she met Helga: a volatile combination of frustrated, stressed, and horny that made even sitting through her classes a nightmare. Amy, or Amethyst as the vole called herself to everyone around...
Leather Ballad Chapter 8: Knight
Amethyst had taken a lot of humiliating photos, especially after meeting Helga. There was always this fun little rush whenever she posed in a compromising position, whether it was in her dorm or in her Mama's dungeon, and how several pictures were...
Leather Ballad Chapter 7: Fault
The sizzling sound of the omelet roasting across the skillet was not a familiar one in this house. The stove in front of Amy had seen more use now than her entire life under her mother's roof. Her mother didn't cook, not because she found it beneath...
Leather Ballad Chapter 6: Just a Phase
"You think this is funny?" Amy smirked at the bear's accusation. By all accounts, the vole did find it funny that a buttoned-down shirt and a teasing compliment before the match was enough to have her opponent lose focus in the debate. Causing the...
Leather Ballad Chapter 5: Betty
Taking the day off of work had its benefits. For one, the grocery stores weren't too much of a hassle. Helga did take note of all the middle-aged ladies and the few men that seemed to stay home while their other halves worked, though it wasn't as...
A Cheap Whore
Kaliba avoided the wine. The hyena had no desire to share drinks with the royals of this kingdom, the one that enslaved her as a child. Not that the sultan and his progeny were aware of her reasons. To them, she and her allies were saviors, heroes....
Leather Ballad Chapter 10: Shield Slave
It had been over a month since Amethyst's moment as a damsel. A month since her mother begrudgingly accepted her relationship with Mama. Not that either the vole or Helga told her mother any specifics. It was one thing to say you were dating someone...
Leather Ballad Chapter 9: Collar
"Are the cuffs necessary?" Helga asked, her hands bound by a short chain running through a loop bolted into the table. A bat sat across from her, with a two-way mirror behind him. The pig always wondered why police stations used those mirrors. Seemed...