I remember it as being one of 'those' weeks. Sunday was my twenty-second birthday and my mother took me to lunch at The Connaught. On such occasions, my mother likes to take charge. I think that the elderly couple at the next table thought that I was her Toy Boy. Oh well, if it brightened up their outing. On Monday I got a call from the editor of First Tho...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions...
Standing in the middle of her room, staring at herself in the mirror, Amethyst let out a deep sigh and dropped down onto the edge of her bed. She looked down at her hooves, then back to her reflection shaking her head. She was mentally going over what she believed to be a dilemma. What are you thinking, girl? He won't react kindly to your dirty little secret...
"WE CAN FIX IT!" "HOW!?" "We'll find an expert who knows what to do in town, just remain calm. There's no point going crazy over this, it's not like it will change anything." "Oh gods, what's happening to me?!" "No idea. It must be the effect of that light that hit you." Ellaria ran her fingers through her hair, a plume of dust came away with her hand....
This is a fictional account. Author's Note: Many of you love this story line and thanks for the kind words/votes. I will keep developing this story line for you. Please be patient as I also try other things too. I appreciate your feedback. Thanks to Techsan for his incredible editing. Sally and Sarah began to adapt to their new way of life. They were bec...
Friday Night "Stefie, are you playing with my silver fox stole?" The enquirer continued moving along the row of furs as she awaited the reply. She would occasionally stop and delve between two furs and check that the stole had not been placed under a coat, jacket, or cape. She was about to call out again when a movement brought her about to face a fur clad...
While all the other harvesters had gone to bed a long time ago, Alena had kept at reaping the wheat with her scythe and tying it into bundles with twine well into the night. The full moon bathed her in white light, so she could see her way around easily. Why was a fox, a noble animal, doing lowly farm work? Every bit of wheat she slashed would go to pay back...
Starkly threw back the door that lead to the bunks of the crew. The hag was there bent over a battered sea chest. Her wrists were bound behind her back and two seamen were pummeling her fore and aft like a child's seesaw. One would slam into her pussy and drive her gaping mouth onto the shaft of the other sailor. The woman looked wretched in distress as her...
This is a fictional account. Sarah hoped Two Bears would only be gone a short time but Red Fox told her it could be a lot longer. It did seem to take on more of an element of permanence when White Flower and Sally were told to move into Two Bears’ tepee about ten days after he was gone. Sarah had cried herself to sleep most of those nights. She was sad and...
1 Frank Frank Tattrie is unique among the unique. Frank is a wiry, long haired, bearded, six four hillbilly who always wears a Red Fox hat. You know the kind where he just skinned and cured the fox with all its parts bunched it up and put it on his head, He added two black beady glass eyes that stare at you. You don't know weather to look into Frank's eyes...