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...
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...
Fateful Pride - Part I
[Here's the link to the google docs version if anyone prefers to read that way.](https://drive.google.com/file/d/0By3zWkGBdGY9SGN4dUwxeFFkdXM/view?usp=sharing) I recommend this way, as there were some problems with the formatting and I don't have the...
Carnival of Traitors - Chapter II
The forest, though familiar, was yet entirely different in the darkness. Enchanting. Smooth beeches and mighty oaks raised their arms to the sky, together with slender pines, pointing at the stars, the patrons of the night. Of its black voile, the moon...
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 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...
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...
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...