On The Fifth Day of Kinkmas
Hauled by the scruff of his neck, the blue fox was dragged through the nonchalant crowds of leather men and rubber gimps, past those who smoked fat cigars and monstrous pipes, and slinked between the smirking daddies who congregated in the dark of the...
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...
On The Seventh Day of Kinkmas
"I see you've took my advice on your second chapter. I think the revisions are a vast improvement." The study might have almost been quiet, stilled under a single lamplight's glow as the day turned to dusk outside. The window pane had since frosted...
On The Eighth Day of Kinkmas
"Fuck man, you smell ripe!" The smaller reptile hybrid swatted at his trainer's arm as they came through the door, gym bags dumped at the foot of the stairs to be forgotten about until their stench could be ignored no longer. The house was quiet, aside...
On The Tenth Day of Kinkmas
The tension in the room was best described as heated. But it was so much more than that. It was if the air broiled and sizzled between the two fighters, now taking refuge in their respective corners as the next round awaited to be announced. On one...
On The Eleventh Day of Kinkmas
Though he snarled and grunted in deep strain, the bear did nothing to stop the rat's fist sliding into him. Or rather that would be _trying_ to slide into him. His ass, it seemed, had other plans in mind, much to the annoyance of the dominant rodent...
On The Twelfth Day of Kinkmas
He was well known for his silence and interminable stoicism. A figure of terrifying magnitude that instilled such trepidation from a single look, he was in all senses a beast. At his core he was a leviathan amongst mortals, a thunderous demon that...
The Monroe Household
As Hitchcock entered his home, he could immediately feel that something was wrong with the atmosphere. He stood there, having just hung his coat on the weathered stand by the door, quietly listening. But there was nothing to be heard, nothing to...
Staying For Good
My whole body convulsed in spasms of dangerous prickling electricity as his paw made one final, heaving grope of my inner guts before he pulled his arm free. That sickly, sucking sensation of a large mass evacuating your ass had my muscles tightening,...
Platform Zero V
The cell of processing was less a welcoming environment and more akin to an interrogation room. The furniture was cold steel, its floors and walls made of panels of obsidian oblations, the ceiling nothing but a screen of harsh, unnatural light that...
Platform Zero IV
As the truck powered through the desert at a cruising speed, with dusty winds whipping and fluttering over buffeted metal, Arthur sat numbly in the passenger side staring with dead eyes out the window. Part of him had wanted to scream, to break down...
Show Me That Butthole
He entered as gracefully as a five foot eight cougar could, threaded muscles slamming the door to the shared dormitory with an almighty crash. On the field, the quarterback was a star athlete, fast and light on his footpaws but terrifyingly strong,...