Making a Maid

Cinua awoke when he banged the back of his head. He opened his eyes. At least, he thought he did. The beige floppy-eared mutt blinked again. A third time. Still there was nothing, as though a dark veil lay across his face. Drowsily, he recalled his...

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A New Seat

A trip to a sketchy furniture store leads to a new relationship and an unbeatable deal for a (suspiciously feline-styled) latex chair. If you recognize this story, note that it was posted to a test-account of sorts and is now here in its rightful...

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Heat Tempering

Brandishing a whip of tiger leather, Headmistress Eglid thrashes the man's backside and the entire class stoops closer, over their lecterns and spiral-bound notebooks. She smiles. A reprieve is given. The captive curls his toes in anticipation. Though...

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Gravitational Attraction

Homedog's Cinua (of FA) heavily bound and incarcerated in SPACE JAIL. Usually I include way more backfill, but this is pretty much 100% bondage smut. \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_ Interested in a...

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Repentance

A wet wind whirled across the balcony. Overhead came the infrequent cries of passing shuttles too few and far between to be of worry, but below was the quiet of the abyss; Over a hundred floors down lay the street, no doubt filled with a few middling...

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Cheater's Remorse

Tucked away in the apartment's corner closet, the box had collected nearly as much dust as their romance. Badru wiped the lid's grime away with a single swipe of a paw and wished their relationship could be unsullied as easily. Badru was a lithe hyena,...

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Hard Negotiations

"Wolves," said Robern, as though the caravan hadn't eyes to see them. So great was their number that their deerskin tents consumed not just the initial clearing but also the woods beyond. Artadriel had smelled them first. The enticing scent of...

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Renamon Latex Suit

"The packaging isn't as nice, but we'll fix that," Renamon says. Her hand is warm and sleek as latex as she lurches from your computer and takes grasp of your wrist. You pull back, but already she's pulled through completely, smirking wide with a hand...

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