Perfect Match
He sighs deeply and rubs his closed eyes as his head rests on his pillow. He looks over to the grinning red vixen sitting at his desk "Are you really going to make me do this Rachel?" The vixen covers her muzzle as she giggles at her brother "Of...
Serving Her Ladyship
_Speak only when addressed._ _Address her as "her Ladyship."_ _Bow... or was it kneel?_ _Don't stare at the floor... but where should I look!?!?_ The Arabian stallion rehearsed in his mind as he tugged nervously on the corner of the vest the...