Leather Ballad Chapter 5: Betty
Helga propped her vole in front of the mirror.
Folsom Chapter 3: The Pizzaguy
She smirked to her vole, that special little grin that told her vole everything she needed to know.
Bottom of the Food Chain (vore story)
A-and the vole was going down at about the same pace. huh. he opened his eyes and focused again on his coils, watching along his neck where the vole must've been.
Winter Class Ch. 2
Since vole has repeatedly been rude to me, i drop my luggage on one of the beds. jey does the same to the other bed, so that means vole gets the couch. payback, jackass. i flop onto the bed, smiling at vole.
Leather Ballad chapter 3: Hood
The vole shouted her safeword, "pineapple!" helga stopped. she reached for the vole's hood. the vole didn't want mama to remove it, she didn't want to be amy, or amethyst again.
Leather Ballad: Movie Date
Helga grabbed the vole's tongue ring, "since a tough bitch wouldn't walk around on all fours in a public place, just because she was told. would she?" the vole's grinding hastened with every word, "no.
Limits: Chapter 4
The vole silently pleaded she wouldn't say it, unsure if she could take the shame. "b-because..." rebecca breathed deep and, through bitten lips, nearly broke the vole's heart, "i-i think she's weak." "oh?"
Leather Ballad Chapter 9: Collar
Her vole frowned as they passed the basement, "we're not using the dungeon?"
Leather Ballad Chapter 10: Shield Slave
Tabitha was last, heavy leather combat boots with a steel taste when the vole kissed against them.
Leather Ballad 4: Morning
Helga's warm breath cascaded over amethyst's neck as the vole steadily woke up. it took a while to get used to sharing a bed. helga had offered the couch when she let amethyst stay, but the vole wanted to take things to the next level.
Leather Ballad: Privacy
Helga noticed how red the vole's eyes were as she smiled to her dominant. she didn't smile back. the pig instead carried the bound vole to a nearby chair, where she sat her sub across her lap.
Leather Ballad Chapter 6: Just a Phase
Bag gone, the vole climbed up to amethyst on the bed. younger hands gripped her face, pushing the vole to gaze into her middle school self, braces, glasses, and all, "i mean, why else would you try this whole punk cliche?