Depravity

Eiri had set a wakeup phone call for them the night before. After he hung up the receiver, the novelist nudged Shuichi awake.

“Time to get up, Boy. We need to start getting ready.” He smoothed Shuichi’s hair back affectionately before picking the collar up off the bedside table. The sub smiled as it was fastened back in place. Eiri pulled Shuichi into a hug before releasing him. So far this weekend was far exceeding all his expectations.

Shuichi stretched and kissed Eiri on the cheek. They walked into the bathroom and Shuichi went to go start his shower. The novelist stopped him, “Don’t bother cleaning up. I’ll groom you for the contest, so no need for a shower.” Stepping under the sprays of hot water himself, Eiri let the steam and heat work on his own sleep-sore muscles. Shuichi sat down on the floor next to the shower and watched his Master clean himself.

“Master? If I win today, I automatically get my big prize, right?”

Washing the suds from his hair, Eiri answered, “That’s true, but don’t count on it happening. You’re too much of a rookie. But I do expect you to be stunningly gorgeous in the corral, and that you’ll do your best. Are you nervous?”

“Yes Sir, a little.”

“Don’t be. This is nothing more than another performance. We’ve been practicing for this for the past year and I know you’re going to do fine. What do you want for breakfast?”

Rubbing his stomach, the sub answered, “Nothing Master. I’m afraid that if I eat, I’ll throw up.”

Peeking out of the Shower, Eiri answered him. “When I am done here, I want you to at least drink water and fruit juices while I eat breakfast. I don’t want you passing out from a sugar low or dehydration during the contest. It’s being held outside, so you’ll be under the heat of the sun.”

“Sure, Master.” Eiri stepped out of the shower and Shuichi grabbed a big towel to wrap him in. He dried his Master, placing little kisses on his skin as it was revealed to the warm air. The Dom stood still and let his sub tend to him. Once his body was dry, he dismissed Shuichi with a thankful kiss and continued dressing on his own.

After dressing and slipping on his Master/slave rings, Eiri found the singer sitting on the couch in the front room, naked, waiting for his next set of instructions. His sub was quickly sent back into the bathroom to prepare himself for the pony tail. Shuichi returned a few minutes later.

“We should eat and then get over to the stables soon. It’s time to groom you.” Shuichi didn’t hear a word. He was too busy drooling. Eiri looked gorgeous. Dressed in black from head to toe, he was wearing a sleeveless mesh top, a chocker, two leather bands on his left arm and one on his right, stunning pants that hugged his ass, and high boots. [1]

Eiri picked up a large bag that contained all of Shuichi’s pony gear. The singer was starting at him with a glazed look that Eiri knew all too well.

“Hey, I said we should eat and then get over to the stables soon. There will be time for other things later. Now get up!” Shuichi jumped, the harshness in Eiri’s words bringing him back down to earth.

“Yes Master! I’m sorry Master!”

Eiri had called for room service before showering, which had been delivered while they were in the bathroom. The two men sat down at the spread and Shuichi served his Master a modest breakfast. Croissant and butter, tea and juice. Eiri wasn’t into large breakfasts; he said they slowed him down as the day went on.

Shuichi sat and watched as the novelist tore off a piece of his pastry. “I was serious. I want you to have at least some juice before the contest. Here.”

“Yes Sir,” Shuichi answered. Eiri poured Shuichi a glass of apple juice and handed it to him. His Boy’s face was a little green with nervousness, so to relax him a bit, he started up a conversation.

“I’m curious. About your big prize. What do you think it is?”

Shuichi’s eyes went wide and he swallowed his juice with a gulp. He hadn’t been expecting that question.

“Um, well, I haven’t allowed myself to give it much thought, Master. I want it to be, well, that’s not important.” The sub was going to say that he wanted it to be a slave collar, but deep down he didn’t believe something like that would ever happen between the two of them. A slave collar meant so much more than just a new piece of jewelry clasped around his neck.

Before Eiri could demand Shuichi reveal his thoughts, the singer continued. “I think it’s maybe a new special toy, or a trip for the two of us to somewhere fun! Like Disneyland Tokyo!”

Shuichi smiled, his eyes lighting up at the thought of going to Disneyland and erasing past hurtful memories with newer happy memories.

Eiri knew his lover wanted a slave collar and that any other prize would be settling for second best. “Well, I’m not going to tell you what the prize actually is. I will tell you that you’re cold. You really don’t have a clue to what it is if you’re thinking a toy or a trip.”

The singer didn’t know if he should be disappointed or encouraged by Eiri’s response. He smiled and drank the rest of his juice down quickly.

When they finished breakfast, Shuichi stood still as the leash was attached to his collar. “Um, Sir? Am I to walk to the stables naked?”

Eiri raised an eyebrow at his pink lover. “Absolutely not. I put your yukata over there on the chair. Go put it on and we’ll get going.”

The sub started to walk away to retrieve the robe, but was pulled back around and into a warm embrace. Eiri moved them over to a couch and sat down, pulling Shuichi into his lap.

“I’ve seen you go on stage before thousands of people. You have been interviewed on TV countless times. You are always in the media’s eye – need I talk about what happened on that stupid quiz show a few years ago? And the cooking show? So what’s with the nerves today? You’re a bit of a mess!”

Shuichi’s eyes were flashing and his hands hadn’t stopped shaking since before breakfast. He snuggled his head into his Master’s chest, inhaling the scent of leather and ginger that seemed to coat Eiri’s body.

“I don’t know, Sir. It’s different this time. Those other times, I was performing for me, for Hiro, for Bad Luck, for NG. But this time…,” Shuichi pulled up and looked the novelist in the eyes as he spoke. “This time I’m performing for you!”

Eiri understood. He laced his fingers through Shuichi’s and touched their foreheads together. “Just wait. Once I start putting the gear on you, you’ll go into your head-space and all other concerns will melt away. And no matter what happens, I know you’ll do fine. Win, place, show, lose, it doesn’t matter. This is your first try at this kind of game, and no matter how it ends, I’m proud of you for giving it a shot. I know those boots aren’t easy to walk in. I know that tail can be very uncomfortable. I also know that you are a truly magnificent pony, and you’ll do no less than your best.”

They kissed, and Shuichi felt his anxiety melt away as their embrace deepened. He was starting to get aroused, which didn’t escape Eiri’s notice. After all, he was sitting on his Master’s lap.

Eiri pulled away. “Enough of that! We have a stable to get to! Yukata on, and let’s go.”

“Yes Sir, thank you!” Shuichi jumped up and did as he was instructed. They quickly made their way to the front door of the resort where there was a golf cart waiting to take them to the stables. Eiri sat in the front passenger seat and Shuichi took his place in the seat behind him.

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It was a beautiful day. There was a cool breeze blowing and the sky was full of puffy white clouds, which Shuichi entertained himself with by picking out familiar shapes. They arrived at the stables in a matter of moments, and the golf cart drove inside to drop them off at the entrance to their own private stall.

On the way inside they passed stalls of all sizes, most of them occupied. Some were tiny, barely large enough for the human pony inside. Others were huge and palatial to the point that you could comfortably live in them. All had hay floors, and looked absolutely no different than a stall you’d find in a stable for true-bred horses.

Of all the types of submissives world-wide, none were considered more prized or better cared for than a human pony. The grooming process was time consuming and intensive, and was one of Shuichi’s favorite parts of being a pony.

The Dom had been given the option to have Shuichi groomed by someone else, a professional groomer. He declined, opting to care for his pony himself.

Eiri had reserved a stall meant for a champion thoroughbred. It was large; the outside wall was made up of windows that looked into the corrals, there was a door leading to a private outdoor paddock area, and all the grooming tools that could possibly be needed were hung neatly above a work table. One corner was fitted with hoses and bathing fixtures and the floor was covered with the softest hay. There were also bins of feed and water at their disposal.

The entire stall could be closed off for privacy, which Eiri immediately did once they both stepped inside. He left open one window which looked out into the paddock. He then pulled a large soft horse blanket out of a drawer and laid it out over a pile of hay.

“The blanket is for you to lie on. Strip and go make yourself comfortable for now. I need to pull out your gear and get everything together. Drink some water.”

“Yes Master.” There was a water troth that Shuichi lowered himself to, lapping at the cool clean drink. Afterwards, he hung his yukata on a hook and lay out on the soft blanket, watching his Dom empty their gear bag.

Eiri set out Shuichi’s harness, boots, tail, bit, reigns, cuffs, ribbons, bells, crop and blinders. The Pony Boy HATED the blinders, but understood the need for them. When they were attached in their normal position, they blocked his view of his surroundings, forcing him to look forward only. When adjusted, they acted as a blindfold, completely blinding him to everything. Shuichi’s special pony trick involved blinding him.

His nerves weren’t completely soothed, and as he watched Eiri arrange his harness, he found himself fidgeting. He was shredding bits of hay and throwing them out into the pile next to him, and his body was in constant motion.

Eiri brushed out the tail, splaying the beautiful pink hair out for further grooming later. Picking out the bit he walked over to his Boy and instructed him to stand. Shuichi obeyed and stood as still as possible as the bit was latched over his head and raised to his mouth.

Before the bit could be secured in place, Shuichi leaned forward and kissed Eiri on the cheek. “I love you, Master.”

Eiri smirked and kissed his lips softly. “Yeah, yeah. I love you too. Now keep quiet.”

The bit was latched, and the immediate effect was a slight dizzy giddiness that moved through Shuichi, making him sway a bit. He was already starting to enter pony space, and they had barely begun.

Pony space was a special type of sub-space. The more gear that was placed on a human pony, the more they took on the persona of the pony itself, until they entered a space where they truly became a pony in all possible ways. Shuichi loved entering pony space and looked forward to the special grooming he was about to receive.

Leading him by the bit, Eiri brought his sub over to the bathing corner. There were chains hanging from the walls meant for light restraint. Eiri hooked the chains into Shuichi’s bit and began inspecting his Pretty Boy’s body.

Shuichi was instructed to stand still as the grooming began. Chewing on his rubber bit, the singer struggled to do as he was told.

Eiri began with Shuichi’s feet. Lifting each one, he checked to make sure there were no splits in his heels and that his toenails were of a good length. Not completely pleased with what he saw, he returned to the wall of grooming tools and picked out a pumice stone and clippers.

Eiri filled a basin with warm soapy water and had Shuichi stand in it for a few minutes. Once his skin had softened enough, he began by clipping his Pony’s nails down and then sloughing off the dry skin with the stone.

The singer stood with his eyes closed, allowing his Master to manipulate his body whatever way he wanted. It felt wonderful to be attended to like this, although he had to fight against his ticklish responses to the gentle strokes and touches. He leaned on Eiri a bit to help keep his balance.

Shuichi’s feet had to be in perfect condition. The pony boots could be extremely painful if his toenails weren’t clipped short enough. They were similar to ballet shoes in that all his weight would be carried on the balls of his feet rather than distributed evenly throughout his whole foot. Once the novelist was satisfied, he moved on to his Pony’s legs and knees, checking for swelling or bruises of any kind. His legs were smooth and shiny, a result of the professional waxing he had received the day before. The Dom considered making this a requirement for Shuichi in the future; that he always have smooth hairless legs.

Eiri noticed that Shuichi was still shaking a bit and chewing his bit. “Don’t worry. This is just a few hours out of your life. If you’re really feeling nervous and upset, if you want to stop, we can head back to our room now.”

Shuichi’s eyes darkened and he took a deep breath. With as much emotion as possible, he shook his head NO and stomped a foot, reinforcing his refusal to quit.

“That’s my Pretty Boy. Try to relax.” Eiri continued the inspection.

Shuichi thought back on their early morning conversation. He was glad they had cleared the air between them. Shuichi could handle being nervous about performing, but the thought of being nervous because of being unsure of where he stood with his lover was unacceptable.

That conversation had completely reassured him and Shuichi had no doubt that their relationship was in good standing. Instead of thinking about the contest to come, the Pony tried to let his mind concentrate on the love Eiri had shown him the past few hours. It worked to help calm his nerves a bit more.

He skipped over Shuichi’s groin area, deciding to examine him there after he was bathed, and made his way up the Pony’s body, checking for any imperfections anywhere. He cooed gentle words of reassurance, constantly trying to ground and relax his Pony. After moving down his arms to the tips of each finger, he was satisfied and moved on to Shuichi’s head.

The sub’s eyes were still closed, and Eiri could now hear him humming very softly. Shuichi’s voice was so low that he had to strain to hear it. The notes didn’t seem to add up to anything Eiri recognized, but he enjoyed the little performance none-the-less.

“Open your eyes Pretty Boy.” Eiri looked at the violet orbs, pleased they were alert and bright. He rustled Shuichi’s hair before moving on to inspect his ears. Next, he released one side of the bit so it could be removed from his Pony’s mouth. The Dom looked at Shuichi’s gums, teeth and tongue before slipping the bit back into place and refastening it. He ended his inspection by lifting the singer’s chin and looking at his neck. Shuichi was in prime condition and ready for the real grooming to begin.

Positioning his Pony into a kneeling position over a floor drain, Eiri unrolled the grooming hose and turned on the water. Once it was warm, he began wetting down his sub’s body, starting with his hair and moving down. The stall they were in had heaters in it, ensuring that Shuichi wouldn’t catch a chill from the cool breeze coming in the window.

Eiri noticed that every time his fingers brushed over certain spots on the Pony’s body, Shuichi would flinch a bit. One such spot was a small patch of skin just above the back of his knee. Eiri tickled it, enjoying Shuichi’s squirming and soft giggling.

As suddenly as Eiri started this, he caught himself and stopped. He was becoming too soft lately! Well, at least while scening he could allow it. He mentally made an agreement with himself to increase his cold cruelty towards Shuichi in the next couple of weeks to make up for behaving like a love-sick teenager this past weekend. He knew the singer would figure out what he was doing immediately, but couldn’t bring himself to care.

Shuichi’s humming unconsciously increased in volume a little and he began to move his body to the tempo in his mind. Eiri smirked as he poured out some soap onto a cloth and lathered up his lover’s body. He followed the cloth with a rubber curry brush, working the soap into Shuichi’s skin. Normally the singer used scented products, but Eiri had purchased scentless gels and soaps for this event to avoid attracting bees and the like.

After scrubbing him from head to toe and then rinsing his body, Eiri wrapped his Boy in a large towel and unhooked the chains attached to his bit. Leading him closer to the grooming table, the Dom made sure Shuichi’s skin was dried before he continued, grabbing a hair dryer to style his sub’s pink locks.

These were considered completely normal activities for a Dom that owned a Human Pony. He or she was expected to groom their pony and give them the best of care. Eiri was no different. With Shuichi being put on display in a little while, he wanted to make sure his lover was in perfect condition and absolutely stunning to behold.

After brushing and drying his Pony’s hair, Eiri picked up the dandy brush and began grooming the rest of his sub’s body. He gently ran it over Shuichi’s skin, smiling as the pony flinched and leaned into the touches. He then took a soft cloth and poured some skin conditioner onto it. He worked the cream into Shuichi’s body, leaving behind a soft glow to the skin. The Pony’s grooming was now complete, and it was time to dress him.

Eiri had purchased a new harness for this event. The leather was softer, and instead of being in the form of belts, it crisscrossed his skin like ropes would. It hooked into a large black collar at the top, a thick belt around his waist, and then ran down between his legs.

The Dom made sure it was tight, pleased that the marks from their play last night had already faded away. New marks would grace Shuichi’s body after they were done with the contest. Eiri considered his sub’s body to be a work of art, and adding the occasional mark was like adding a finishing touch to a masterpiece.

After the harness came the tail. Shuichi had been anticipating this part, and was excited it was finally time. Other than the boots, the tail gave him the strongest feeling of being a real pony. Shuichi let out an eager whinny as he bent over and spread his legs.

Eiri spread lube on the tail and pressed the head against Shuichi’s entrance. He added pressure and watched as it slipped inside his sub’s stretched body until it was encased to the hilt. Reaching under to fondle Shuichi’s sac gently, Eiri waited as the Pony’s body adjusted to the new intrusion with pleasurable gasps and huffs.

“Stand up straight Pretty Boy.” Shuichi did as he was told with a smile that could be seen around the bit in his mouth. He shook his rear, making the tail swish and brush against the back of his legs. The singer had moved even deeper into pony space, and all his fears from earlier were now forgotten. All he knew was the stretching of the plug, the soft feeling of the tail, the bit in his mouth that he chewed unconsciously and his Master standing at his side.

The Pony turned to Eiri and nuzzled into his arm, rubbing his face against the Dom’s skin. Eiri reached into his pocket and produced a sugar cube, letting the sub munch it from his palm. Shuichi really had a thing for sugar cubes, but Eiri was always careful not to feed him too many. The next treat would be an apple chunk.

The next piece of his gear to be put on were the wrist cuffs. Eiri wasn’t ready to have them snap together behind the Pony’s back just yet. At this point, Shuichi had all but the most imposing of his gear secured on his body. The final main pieces were pulled out and the sub was given a stool to sit on.

Eiri slipped the first boot onto his Pretty Boy’s leg and fastened it, making sure it was comfortable and well-fitted. He followed that with the second boot and ran his fingers up the leather, caressing and stroking Shuichi’s legs. The boots fit the Pony beautifully and Eiri was very pleased with their effect. They made his sub look taller and gave him long, stunning lines. They were damned sexy, and the sexy brat wearing them knew it all too well.

Eiri moved around behind Shuichi and wrapped his hand around the tail. He knelt down behind the sitting pony and ran a brush through the pink locks, gently untangling any remaining knots. The Dom had brought several black ribbons to braid into the tail, and he took his time separating out small pinches of hair, working the ribbons down the lengths. He ended each braid by clipping it tight with a small bell. The bells wouldn’t be loud enough for the crowds to hear them, but the sunlight would reflect off them and make them sparkle.

Shuichi’s grooming was almost complete. The blinders were slipped onto his head but pulled back so they were not affecting his vision. The final piece lying out on the grooming table was a pink ribbon with lacy edges. Eiri had Shuichi stand and walk around a bit, getting used to his boots again. They rarely used the boots with real metal horseshoes – indoors they always used the rubber base. For the contest, the metal was placed back into position, which added an extra layer of danger to their games. When walking on concrete, metal horseshoes tended to trip Shuichi, so Eiri was carefully to make sure his Pretty Boy stayed on the hay strewn spots of the stall.

Now, the Dom had a choice. The Ponies could be either aroused or not, depending on their Master’s preference. Eiri knew that if Shuichi was aroused, it would gain higher favor with the judges. He was loathe to allow anyone see his lover hard, but didn’t want to deny the Pony any opportunity to win more points. The added benefit that they would be behind a fence and out of reach of anyone else lessened his worry.

“Pretty Boy. Do you want to out there hard or limp. Hard will make the judges happier, but it’s not required.”

The Pony cocked his head to one side in thought. He didn’t really care about what the judges thought, especially at this point in time. He was too deep in pony-space to even remember most of what was going on around him. But he did notice the slight pink tinge to his Master’s cheeks as he looked down as his now soft cock. Darting his tongue out to wrap around the bit, Shuichi huffed deep and thrust his hips out in answer.

“Cock tease,” Eiri muttered under his breath as he reached out to stroke and tickle Shuichi’s cock to full hardness. The moment his fingers came in contact with his Pony’s flesh, the singer swayed and almost fell to the ground. Lifting him effortlessly, Eiri brought Shuichi back to the blanket and laid him down.

This time, the Dom didn’t bother using his hand to arouse his lover. He lowered his lips to the semi-hard flesh and drew it into his mouth, dipping his tongue into the slit. Shuichi cried out against the bit and threw his head back in pleasure, reaching full hardness quickly.

Eiri didn’t stop. Instead, he continued to lick and suck on his lover, occasionally pumping him with his fist. Shuichi worked hard to control himself, stopping from thrusting up into his Master’s mouth or rolling his hips too hard. He was being held on the edge of his release, worked up and then left to cool down over and over again. It felt amazing, but Shuichi just wanted to cum.

He didn’t understand why Eiri hadn’t placed a cockring on him. It would have helped him keep his erection longer. When he looked down and saw what the Dom was holding, he blanched, understand the lack of the restraining toy. Eiri had the pink ribbon in his hand, and was moving it closer and closer to the cock in his mouth.

The Pony couldn’t bring himself to care as the ribbon was tied to his cock, just below the head, in a big pink lacy bow. All that changed when Eiri stood up and pulled Shuichi to his feet. The singer looked down at his bow and growled. It was girly, it was humiliating, and he hated it!

The Dom stood back and watched as his Pony threw a little temper tantrum. It was adorable, not that he would EVER admit to that. Shuichi threw his head and neighed in anger, stamping his hooves hard onto the ground. He stopped suddenly and waited for his Master’s response.

Eiri just laughed at him and turned his back, ignoring him. Ponies, both human and otherwise, had reputations of being willful beasts when provoked. Shuichi was most certainly provoked, and since his display didn’t convey his displeasure clearly enough, he decided to step it up a bit.

Shuichi ran up behind Eiri’s back and bit his arm, sinking his teeth hard and deep into the novelist’s skin.

Eiri stood still, holding his breath and counting to ten. The bite wasn’t painful. Shuichi had bit him much harder in the past, this time was a mere annoyance. But the Dom was having trouble getting past his Pony’s audacity.

He spun round on his sub and gnashed at him in anger. “Now let me make one thing perfectly clear. You will wear that ribbon around your cock, you will keep yourself hard, and you will NOT bite me again! If you do, I’ll drag your ass back to our room and give you a punishment spanking you’ll never forget, is that understood!?”

Shuichi’s eyes dropped in submission. He knew he’d gone too far, but he really hated the ribbon and wanted it removed. He whimpered in apology while still keeping the displeasure in his voice.

Eiri reached out and laced his finger’s through Shuichi’s hair. “Look, it’s not so bad. I just want to dress you up a bit. I’ll compromise. How about a black ribbon instead of the pink one? Acceptable?”

After a moment’s thought, Shuichi agreed and the ribbon was replaced with a black one. It was still humiliating, but not nearly as much so as the pink bow. From a distance, he even had a chance that no one would recognize what was tied to him, instead thinking it a cockring.

Eiri wrapped his arms around his Pony and held him close. Small altercations like the biting incident were common when dealing with a human pony. They were a spoiled pampered lot that had a tendency to bite and kick, even their own Masters and Mistresses. It was par for the course, not that Eiri would accept such behavior without responding to it immediately.

Holding Shuichi in his arms served to strengthen their bond to each other, reassuring his Pony of his love and faith in him. The sub relaxed into the embrace and slowed his breathing, mentally preparing himself to work his hardest to please his lover.

After a few minutes, a low roar could be heard from out doors. Eiri grabbed a bottle of water and led them to their paddock and leaned with his Pony against the far fence. They could see the competition ring clearly from where they were.

Mistress Tenshi was being carried into the ring by her own human pony. Her equine was a larger male trained as a riding pony. The Dominatrix rode on his shoulders as he brought her to the center of the ring to start the games.

Surrounding the rings were luxury bleachers, if any could be called such. Instead of sitting on long benches, each Dom had his or her own chair, and each sub was placed on a pillow next to them. The house slaves moved through the rows bringing refreshments to everyone.

Eiri searched the stands for their friends, and found them in Mistress Tenshi’s private box. Hiro sat to the right of her throne with Suguru at his feet.

The Dominatrix’s voice sounded through the speakers as she welcomed everyone to the Depravity Resort Pony Games and Dressage Contest. The applause rose and she explained the schedule for the day.

First, the riding ponies would race with their jockeys on their backs. The next set of races would be the cart ponies, that would be tested to see who could pull their cart the fastest, and who could pull the heaviest load. Finally, the show ponies would participate in the Dressage Contest.

As she spoke, Eiri moved in behind his sub and wrapped his arms around the smaller body before him. Shuichi leaned back into the embrace and concentrated on being held and loved. They were less than an hour from competing.

“Pretty Boy, do you want to watch or go back inside and rest?”

Shuichi’s legs could tire out quickly if he was made to stand too long, but he very much wanted to watch the games. He clomped his hoof once to indicate the first choice and ran back into the stable, retrieving the two stools. Placing one down for Eiri’s comfort, he turned to his Dom and nuzzled into him, asking silently if he could sit.

The Dom noticed that his sub’s erection had faded, but decided to let that slip until they were closer to the competition. He patted the seat of Shuichi’s stool and invited the Pony to sit next to him, feeding him an apple and some water once he was content.

In well under an hour, it would be their turn to compete, but rather than let that make them nervous, both Master and Pony focused on each other and the games, enjoying just being near one another.


TBC…..

A/N: My love goes out to my reviewers! In fact, there have been quite a few NEW reviewers lately, for which I am exceptionally grateful!

I apologize for the delay – my dad came to visit!!! Had to spend time with him :-D

PaganAngel – Stupid Depravity??? Hrumph!!! :-P j/k!!!
Ashley Vulpex – yep! Hiro/Sug are more into S/M than D/s…although they’re into D/s as well.
Darkrosedamael – I’m still on Yahoo! Look for me after 1am EST – that’s normally when I come online
Triannath – you have a fantastic memory, and yes, I promise to talk about Shu’s punishment. It will be in Depravity 1.0 after the main story ends.

To all my reviewers and readers – THANK YOU!!!!


[1] Pam Nunn (P.L. Nunn) did a fantastic commission of Eiri and Shuichi during the Dressage contest. Check it out here: http://ffpanda.livejournal.com/1055.html on my Live Journal

I've also been gifted with a fantastic piece of art based on Depravity! It's from the chapter where Eiri and Shu play their Photo Shoot game - Zardra got Shuichi's clothes down PERFECT!!

THANK YOU Zardra!!! View this WORKSAFE piece of fanart here: http://ffpanda.livejournal.com/10460.html

Special thanks again to AshCat – I just LOVE the way your mind works!!!

NEXT CHAPTER: The Dressage Contest!!!

See you in a few days!

~ffpanda