So, life has been extremely hectic. I finished another year of graduate school and thought I'd have time to do a lot of writing during the summer but that has fallen through since I need to work 3 jobs just to pay the bills :(

I thought I'd post this for the few people who peruse this page so they know I'm alive and have intentions of posting more work eventually.

First of all, I'd like to say thanks to anyone who reads and enjoys my work, I do appreciate it even though this is my "depressed/evil/bat-shit loco" state-of-mind page. If you'd like to read my normal works feel free to send me a note and I'll provide you with a link to my regular pages. I don't like to link this page with my others cause I'm usually as my lowest when I write something that will make its way here and I don't want it to taint my readers perspectives of me.

Second, I have a bunch of project I've slowly been working on and just can't seem to finish any of them. The foremost of these are novellas of several of my storylines from my main channel. I am a horribly poor author and I hope to finish these novellas eventually so that I can make a little money off them here and at other sites. Hopefully you'll keep an interested ear to the ground as I post more news about that.

FINALLY the most important info for this particular page. One of the fore-mentioned novellas I am working on is called The Rite of Gelding and I bet you can guess what it is about just from the title alone, but I'll give you a little anyways just to see if anyone is interested.

The basic premise of this story is that it takes place in a semi-current universe that parallels our own only in this world various species have evolved into bipedal, intelligent, human-like races (also known as furries :P). The story follows an equine community that is modern in all ways that we know of today (but still call themselves a "Herd"). They have evolved from "lower" equines as they call the horses that we all know and love. In this world, human did exist but don't seem to anymore but their practices have continued to carry on. The most prominent of these practices is selective breeding and Gelding any male horse that has not been chosen to be a stallion. The ruling council of "matrons" choose only a select few, or none at all, from each generation as they reach the age of 18. Until the choosing, no male or female is allowed to have sex and doing so has severe consequences.

This story will follow Sam, a young man who's generation has just reached their 18th year. He will have to go through the entire Rite of Gelding and finally become a "man" in the eyes of the Herd. The first part of the Rite is the Testing, where all of the young men will be weighed and measured to see if any stand fit to breed future generations of young. The second part is the Choosing, this is for all the young men who have not been chosen to become Stallions. They are allowed to choose 1 partner (whether male or female) to mate with for 1 week, and finally, to choose whether they remain a member of the herd or be banished forever. Finally, the third part, the Rite of Gelding itself, where the young men who have chosen to remain in the herd undergo surgical castration with no anesthesia. Those that do remain will then take their places as full members of the Herd. Sam must go through the Rite, becoming Stallion, Gelding, or Outcast and live with the consequences of his decisions.

Of what will be coming up in the next story. I don't have too much time to write right now so I wanted to get some to wet the appetites of you freaky people.

So here's a little exerpt from my next story Lovely Torture
Male and Female rape
Castration
Penectomy
Torture
Pain
Slavery
Sadism
Blood
Death

The zebra stallion stared at the hardwood table in utter terror. It was stout and thick legged, the top streaked with old, dried black blood. A pair of powerful steers had him by the arms and pulled him to stand in front of it. He struggled against them but it was no good, they were far larger than him and had just as much reason to do as their mistress commanded. Keesha stood on the opposite side, tapping her foot and thumbing her cruelly curling blade.
“Please,” he begged, “Please don’t.” He tried to pull away from the steers again but they held him fast.
“You made your choice,” she growled, “No you must pay the price for your choice.” The lioness stabbed the tip of her dagger down into the thick wood. Other such chips and cuts marred the dark surface. Henry swallowed hard.
“Please,” he tried again, “Please, just this once.”
“No,” Keesha replied, her tone flat. The lioness was not pleased. She grabbed hold of the thin chain the dangled between his legs and yanked hard on it. The stallion let out a muffled cry of pain but tried to fight her, clenching his groin muscles. Keesha frowned and snapped out a swift kick. The top of her foot caught him in the balls, driving his orbs into his pelvis. Henry let out a scream and staggered, kept erect only by her faithful guards. The kick loosened his muscles and the lioness pulled his considerable cock free of its sheath. She hooked the end of the chain to a ring on the table, stretching his dick across the heaviest concentration of deep scratches.
Taking a honing stone from her belt pouch, Keesha flicked her blade across it. The soft “shring shring shring” of metal and stone made Henry look up. Tears of pain filled his eyes and horror on his face.
“I gave you the day with your love, as you wanted,” Keesha growled, setting the stone aside, “Now you must pay the price for that time.” The lioness now took a familiar little jar out and began applying the contents to his cock. Henry felt the warm rush through his dick as it hardened to its full size.
“Please,” he whined pitifully, “Please don’t.”
“Stop complaining,” the lioness snapped, “I hate complaining.” She snapped her hand down onto his meat, measuring the distance from the tip.
Her knife came down to rest against his thickly veined member. The zebra stallion clenched his eyes shut and locked his jaw. There was nothing he could do to stop her. The two steers tightened their grip on him as his muscles tensed.
“See,” Keesha purred, “I knew you would obey.”

It will be a little while for my next Meesha/Keesha story because of my hectic school schedule, but one is in the making. Also there is another, unrelated story, that will be much longer (and thus take a lot longer) in the making.

Do more people want to see stories of this sort? With these characters? Or something even harsher?

Huh, I kinda feel partial to these two characters now, weird. Meesha being quite insane and Keesha just being sadistic.

I'm very busy with school, so my current story is on hold until I have time.