Six Weeks in Hell
Alphonse knelt on the cold, concrete floor of the basement. His master, William, stood before him, setting up a range of devices on a small wheeled table. He didn't look down at his slave, and Alphonse did his best to remain perfectly still, awaiting...
Six Weeks in Hell: Day 9
William stood tall and confident on the street corner, one large arm draped round the shoulders of his diminutive pet fox, Alphonse. William was dressed in bluejeans, and a fur-tight neoprene exercise shirt under an unbuttoned plaid shirt. Alphonse...
Six Weeks in Hell : Day 5
Alphonse whined and moaned a little in his throat, unable to contain his internal tension. His master's paw passed up and down the length of his little cock, lubricated with a little K-Y, rubbing over his knot and squeezing his balls. His tail hole...
Let Someone In - Part 1
Shaun sat on the couch, staring at the television without really seeing it. He was a nineteen-year-old white fox, with a thin, feminine frame he tirelessly worked to maintain. His almost unnaturally-cute and enticing body got the attention of the...
The Change, part 1
Something I've been working on for a little while, now. It's set in Lithuania because... Well, because. Assume the characters to be speaking Russian, and this is just kind of translated for us. The city was quiet, but for the odd shout from...
Portrait of an Italian Noble
Don aurelio, a 19th century italian noble, faces a dilemma backstage at the opera. i take responsibility for any and all faults including whatever historical inaccuracies i inadvertently included. standard furry erotic disclaimers apply.
The Italian Crusade
The squirrels swiftly changed positions, the italian then began to pump into the american squirrel with great skill.
Sam and Max: The case of clothes thieves
"you know, " sam said, "you don't have to be italian to own a spaghetti restaurant, nor chinese to own a..." "i just happen to be chinese italian! don't judge me!" "we wouldn't judge you. psychopathic killers are out of our league!"
Your bubbling stomach and a gazelle
They talk in italian. digesting italian. you unlock the door and lead him in. he tosses his coat on the sofa and you gesture at him. he comes in and rubs your belly before coming closer.
You and I
I broke out of jail. I hid in a garbage truck and rode to a small town in the middle of the desert, about four miles from the prison. I had to ditch my prison uniform, and so I had to avoid town, lacking anything else to wear. I walked miles...
Sapient Equality
The italian repeated, dumbfounded by the proposal.
When in Rome...
Can a chance encounter with two italian wolves lift their spirits? this story was first released on the voice of dog podcast in september 2023.