Vulpine Punishment
This chapter is once again a merit of mfarley , one of my closest friends (and also an amazing furry smutty writer, go check him out!).
Vulpine Retribution
;) mfarley has been someone that's been supporting me ever since i started with this whole writing endeavour and i wouldn't have gotten where i am if it weren't for him!
A Fruitless Attempt at Transcending the Friendzone
_A Fruitless Attempt at Transcending the Friendzone_ * * * As I bite, the soft flesh gives in under the pressure of my canines. The sweet red juice trickles down my muzzle. Why did I wait for the entire summer break to have a taste? The answer comes...
Worth The Pain
Even blindfolded, he could easily tell what his bindings were just by how they felt on his naked body. His arms and legs were spread, held outstretched by leather cuffs on his wrists and hocks. A strapped, leather muzzle collar was loose enough to let...
What Has Become of the Beggar Prince After He Slew the Dragon?
_What Has Become of the Beggar Prince After He Slew the Dragon?_ * * * _All of us in this world are helpless. I'll disappear into the darkness. The war with demoralized adults is over. I've lost my honor, my pride, the female I cherish... I've lost...
Carnival of Traitors - Chapter I
He felt her cool hands on his bare chest. Breezy, feathery fingers dove in his chest ruff, sliding down his ribs, in tender caresses. Up, against the hair, over his neck and then, shoulders as well. Higher up too. He lifted his head a bit, exposing...
Carnival of Traitors - Prologue (part III)
Rain strangled the flames on campfires, leaving nothing but smoky heaps of scorched branches and discouraged soldiers sitting around among the trees, lamenting over the weather. Some sought places sheltered from the rain, others just cursed their...
Carnival of Traitors - Prologue (part II)
An hour later, drenched in cold rain and stinged by night chills, they were passing under the arch of the rear wicket. Soldiers, though accustomed to winds and bad weathers of Carrosh, trembled slightly and flinched from time to time anyway on the...
Carnival of Traitors - Prologue (part I)
Breath of the dusk was gently kissing the charcoal walls of Carrosh. Large, hewn stones were glowing fiery in the setting sun, just as campfires amongst forests surrounding the fortress. Dusk would fall soon and those lights would become sinister eyes...
Carnival of Traitors - Prologue (part IV)
The rainstorm raging over the pass was getting bolder and bolder, but the extensive tree-tops suppressed the noise of the downpour and held back the streams of water flowing from the sky. Several dozen soldiers were rummaging the wilderness. Their...
Unholy Ways
Cord stared into the lethal, black eye of the rifle. It leered at him and the night sky above with no remorse. The barrel stretched out of the square, yet slender body of the weapon, resembling a viper craning its corpse towards the kill. UBR Wraith...
Every Single Stroke (A How Royalty Works Story)
The air was stuffy and humid within the confines of the sackcloth bag over his head. It was coarse on his snout and made a chore out of every breath. The smallest movements tousled his muzzle fur. Not that there was anything, in particular, to look at,...