Predicament of the Rabbits
There was an unmistakable sound of a door opening, a pause, followed by the confident patter of furry feet. Lavius, his respite disturbed, could feel another body sliding in beside him. The large hot bath could probably seat 8 easily, but to him...
Controlling His Balls
The lamb looked delectable to Cuillin, helpless as he was on his hands and knees. The collie grabbed the lamb's balls roughly, holding them in his paw, weighing them in his hand as if they were eggs to be bought. This ram belonged to him, this lamb's...
The Prosperous
Oh dear, has it really been 2 years? What an embarassing faux-pas that must be rectified at once! Please enjoy. :) ~~~~~ _I have a recurring dream, it's not pretty. I remember being a little girl, goodness knows what year - there's...
Treating a Gorgon
Eachann watched the heavy rain make fractal patterns on the large windows of the staff room, down below he could just make out the waves wash over the base of the tower, churning in violent rage, throwing salt spray at the ill-prepared whitewash....
The Greatest Design
This story comes as a mixture of not wanting to by typecast _too_ early as a M/M Master/Slave writer, it is also partly my madness and watching Victorian Dramas. Enjoy! \*\*\*\*\* Aislin Foxbred sat on the pavilion - wide rimmed hat tipped...
No Relief
I warn you, if you've read my other stories this one is much more darker in tone. Enjoy! \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Cailean woke up with a shock out of a fitful dream. He wiggled. Yup, he still in the stocks. The rabbit sighed as he tried to...
Steam and Snow: an experiment in pleasure
I noticed the first time I submitted a story: that Yiffstar has EVERY category covered, it's quite astonishing. That is why I deem to create a new category, "Temperature Variation" and I urge everyone to write one story with that as a theme - let's see...
Machines and Masters
My first day on the Slave Markets by myself; I can not describe how nervous, yet so happy I was! The first time I was there was with my father, and walking those marble boulevards, greeting the scents of flesh, oils and exotic spices thrills me even t...
The Poet's Balls [partial]
Dear reader, Again it is I, your humble servant, Rufus H. Crabwert; the famous pony, poet, and lover. I must extend my gratitude to your kindly disposition. In purchasing these lowly correspondence you have generously donated to me my food and...
Mansion of the Marchioness Part 1
With thumb and forefinger Taurus tugged at my taunt foreskin. The head of my penis could barely peek out of my sheath before the ring began to feel tight and painful. My foreskin would not roll more than a couple of centimetres, and all there was...
The Fox
## Chapter 3 The Fox The doctor's office was lit by the morning sun. The window-panes were frosty, but the room was comfortable. I was not comfortable. I was strapped into a gynaecologist's examination chair. My legs were spread wide across two...
The Dog
## Chapter 2 The Dog The whores of the mansion, myself included, were terrified of Factor Braxfield. I was knelt upon the hardwood floor of the factor's office. A draft was blowing in from beneath the door-frame; I shivered, but not just from the...