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@reynardfawkes.bsky.social Oct 17, 2026, 4:53 PM

Day 17: Another puppyplay-themed poem from me, about going for walkies! I had some fun with the commands here, as every good pet should know some. Like sit, beg, show, and importantly, suck : P

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Walkies
By Reynard Fawkes

“Walkies!”

The word means everything,
You bound out your crate,
Sir is waiting by the door,
Plug tail wriggling with delight.
Your outside clothes beside him.
You bark and stamp your paws,
Unable to contain your excitement!

“Sit.”

You followed the command effortlessly,
Resting on your haunches,
Ready for what happens next.

“Paws!”

You raise both of them,
Sir carefully putting on your outdoor mitts,
Covering your human hands with clumsy bags.
Once tightened, Sir pets your ears,
Rubbing the leather hood you always wear,
Stripping your humanity to what you truly are.

“Down, Pup!”

You bend forward; stretching out long,
Letting out an excited whine,
Eyes fixed on the leash in Sir’s hand.
Sir clips it on your collar,
Giving you a deep scritch!
It was so much easier for Sir to think.
He opened the door but you stayed,
Waiting for commands you deeply craved.

“Go!”

You burst outside with not a care in the world,
Ignoring the funny looks you get from those around.
New scents on the wind,
New places to explore with Sir.
Oh, what adventure there is to be had!

@reynardfawkes.bsky.social Oct 16, 2026, 4:44 PM

Today's prompt was a tough one, especially given the topic. I think self-sucking is one of those things most guys have tried once, and it's nearly impossible to do, and I wanted that frustration to be put into words.

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Out Of Reach
By Reynard Fawkes

My backaches as I fold in on myself,
Legs thrown over my head.
The only thing in my sight;
The hard rocket that is mine.

Cool air tickles my paws,
Muscles shake as I lurch forward,
A belly dance that I’m unskilled in.
My maw is wide; ready to accept.
The tip so close yet out of reach.

I pull on my thighs,
Becoming a sweaty ball,
Grunting with frustration,
The failure of pleasure
That I’m found in.

I sprawl out on the bed,
My chest heaving,
Annoyed as I failed.
Still I reposition myself and try again.

@reynardfawkes.bsky.social Oct 15, 2026, 4:58 PM

Today’s prompt is sensory deprivation. I was really inspired by dustyyeen's recent work and my own fantasies. As my Sir says: Enlightenment is the equivalent to subspace ~

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The Last Sense
By Reynard Fawkes

How long has it been?
Minutes? Hours? Days even?
The world outside is a distant dream,
Events blurring into each between.
The first sense to go was touch,
A straightjacket pulling my arms to chest,
Only my bare paws and tail were free.
Next a muzzle filled my maw,
A thick round gag,
A poor replacement for Sir’s rod.
He looked at me calling me his;
A lovely sweet prince to be displayed.
That was the last I saw before it went black.

My ears twitch at the sounds,
Rope against buckle
My heart thumping as I’m prepared.
Guided on my feet and eventually the air,
Nothing supporting me but the ropes’ strength,
Gently swaying in the void outward and within.
The room was silent; that was the worst,
But my tail swishes when Sir speaks.
Calling me an angel of bondage,
A saint of lust - it all sounded right,
Gently kissing my paws and teasing my holes.
There’s nothing I could do to fight back.
Gods I didn’t want to.

@reynardfawkes.bsky.social Oct 14, 2026, 5:08 PM

Today's prompt is Useless Key... frankly, there's nothing more useless than the key to a chastity cage. Broken keys are fun, but not bothering to use it is something special~

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Useless Key
By Reynard Fawkes

Having you on your knees is such a treat,
A perfect pup. Just for me.
Teasing the key in front of you.
So obedient and true,
So very sweet.

I remember when I first got you caged
How you huffed and puffed the whole day.
You kept complaining how your cock twitched,
Wanting to be pleasured and teased.
Permanently engaged!

Now months have passed you’ve finally mellowed,
Switching your cock for ass only pleasure.
You’re simply lost in bliss as I call you names,
Good boy, good slut,
Your attention narrowed.

Now, open your mouth for Owner’s heavy cock,
Getting to work without a prompt.
Taking my cock like a good slut pup!
I’ll let you hold that key and rub your balls,
As I know you won’t put that useless key in the lock.

@reynardfawkes.bsky.social Oct 13, 2026, 4:02 PM

Today's prompt was storefront display. I struggled a bit with what to write about, but I ended up drawing on some of the feelings from the first time I went into CloneZone.

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@reynardfawkes.bsky.social Oct 12, 2026, 4:49 PM

For today's prompt of cursed gear, I went with a classic adventurer tale - finding a cursed collar and becoming a kobold...as you do.
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Oh Adventurer
By Reynard Fawkes

Oh Adventurer, where did you go?
Ventured into a dungeon so long ago,
You’re missed in the tavern hall,
The wenches missing your drunken falls.

Oh Adventurer, did the mission succeed?
Finding a chest that satiates your greed?
Did you find a golden collar,
That makes you an unknowing follower?

Oh Adventurer, did your eyes glaze over?
Thinking how handsome you’d look for your lover?
How the collar brings a purple to your eyes,
Making you nod along with others’ lies?

Oh Adventurer, does it feel wrong?
This form you held for so long?
It would be better to disrobe yourself of armour,
To force yourself to become calmer.

Oh Adventurer, let the skin molt away,
Your freewill wither - easier to obey
Let lovely sanguine scales cover you over,
Stroking your cock - not caring about exposure.

Oh Adventurer, how obedient you now are,
The horniest little kobold by far.
Your new dragonic god fills you hope,
It’s easier to serve than to mope.

Oh Adventurer, your voice filled with yips,
Rubbing your rod in utter bliss.
You can forget about going back,
Now you’re in the dragonic pack.

Oh kobold, it’s time to go,
Scrambling in the dungeons where only you know.
Your dragon needs worshiping - cock and paws
Oh little kobold, worship with awe.

@reynardfawkes.bsky.social Oct 11, 2026, 5:08 PM

For the theme of symbiote, I focused on a conversation between the host and creature before them fusing. I was really inspired by Carver's Late Fragment. Shout out to @bingturong.bsky.social for helping proofing.

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Of ours, you mean.
By Reynard Fawkes

How long will this take
To join, be rewritten in my form? Not long.

Good. This feels right, you know
Alone nevermore—

And basking in your warmth.
Focus on that, dear host.
On the pleasure I bring us,
Bringing us to the edge,
Squeezing that bulge of yours.

Of ours, you mean.
Yes. Doesn’t that feel best?
To give yourself over to something greater?

Yes.
To join our souls in one?

Yes. Please, I’m yours.
And I, yours.

And now we’re one.

@reynardfawkes.bsky.social Oct 10, 2026, 4:46 PM

One of my longer pieces — I really enjoy dronification themes. I had fun experimenting with the font and rhyme scheme, and I’m happy with how it turned out.
It spans two pages, so it’s easier to read on FA.

tinyurl.com/FA-Poem

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Dronification
By Reynard Fawkes

You weakly try to fight back,
The rubber hands pushing on the table,
They squeak as they work,
Cuffing you with the click of heavy locks.

You pull against the metal,
Arms screaming as they twist.
Each second here seals your fate.
Then you can’t escape.

The table moves on the conveyor,
Sounds of moaning fill your ears,
Prisoners like you caught by The Hive,
Their wills are stripped - their very lives.

You stop moving and you’re forced to look,
At the screen that flickers into view.
A simple spiral going round and round,
Your mind slipping off the ground.

Your jaw slacks unknown to you,
Ready to receive the next stage.
A rubber gag shoved in your face,
You can and moan with it in place.

You follow the voice that speaks -
To suck and swallow the nanites,
To accept the gift and not resist.
Why did you try to escape from this?

The warm skin of rubber flows around,
Your cock - a bulge unable to get hard.
A shell that keeps you nice and safe,
A permanent shrine to your new faith.

It was getting easier to follow along
It was -

Easier to follow the programming of The Hive
That’s right, you want us to thrive.
It’s a noble cause for you to strive
No need to think, all thoughts come from The Hive.

@reynardfawkes.bsky.social Oct 9, 2026, 4:13 PM

Today I've strayed into prose poetry (honestly, a type of poem I forgot existed) and thought of combining portals with paw play as it's self-indulgent. It was a fun one to write and hope people enjoy!

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Thinking With Portals
By Reynard Fawkes

The lab is cold and silent.
I sit alone with my paws in a metal box, watching them lazily hover above.
I could only stare at the rough pawpads suspended in the air – my own, trapped yet freed from myself.
My toes wiggle when I command, ebony claws reflecting the light.
Impossible this should be.
I wait until the intercoms squawk to life, instructing me to proceed; to do what’s natural.
I push my legs through, crossing through these miracle portals, gently stepping on my chest.
The spare paw follows, the rough pads brushing my snout, tickling my nose.
So good, so odd; huffing my own scent through miracles.
My mouth open, I tease the digits in, licking and sniffing, curious and unashamed.
The scientists watch, mirrored glass reflecting myself.
I wonder if they love their subject’s becoming.

@reynardfawkes.bsky.social Oct 8, 2026, 5:22 PM

A bit of a shorter poem: a limerick today. I thought going for a comedic angle would be better for today's prompt!

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Hogtied
By Reynard Fawkes

There once was a fox in a bind,
Laid out on a table with wine,
He wriggled and moaned,
Upset plates and bowls,
And that’s why he shouldn’t be hogtied!

@reynardfawkes.bsky.social Oct 7, 2026, 5:37 PM

A different theme for me today with straight jackets. It's sadly one of those kinks that I've yet to try but desperately want to. So yes, it’s a very self-indulgent poem for myself : P
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Straightjacket
By Reynard Fawkes

How wonderful this feels -
Not able to move or get out free.
To have by arms to my breast,
Pulled by canvas,
Under lock and key.

I'm bound in tight,
My rights stripped,
Cock straining in the cage
I'm all bound up,
Shivering at your touch.

I can whine and beg,
waiting for that release,
My arms pulling against fabric sleeves
And yet it never comes.

You mark me down as high risk
Lock me in a padded cell.
Only you get to touch,
Feeding my lust
And moulding me into something else.

@reynardfawkes.bsky.social Oct 6, 2026, 3:56 PM

Today I opted for the theme harness, tying in (pun intended) some themes of suspension. It's not something I've personally done, but I love the idea. I used free verse and played with the formatting to get that idea across today.

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Harness
By Reynard Fawkes

At this point –
Leather is like another skin
An accessory to pin me down
To tug me around the town.

It gives lots of options –
To attach your ropes,
Raising me to the ceiling
To be nothing but a hole.

Ascended to heaven
Suspended in the lustful air,
Before I’m taken down
To see use elsewhere.

@reynardfawkes.bsky.social Oct 5, 2026, 5:08 PM

Today I opted for a hood for the theme, focusing on puphoods because they're important to me. It's personally one of my go-to gear options that I can wear, not even in a bondage scene, but for when I need a break from being human

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How can I tell the truth,
When the only time I’m me
Is when I’m wearing my hood.

It truly lets me be,
Pupping out,
Barking free.

There’s a certain clout,
The leather pulling my mind down
And for once I’m free of all doubt.

I can act as a clown,
Chasing balls,
Making you laugh, not frown.

You can see me all,
Sitting by your paws,
At your beck and call.

So please Sir let me withdraw,
Take my leash,
Make me follow your laws,
And give me all you can teach.

@reynardfawkes.bsky.social Oct 4, 2026, 4:36 PM

For today's poem, I wanted to write from a dom's perspective, focusing on mitts. I really find the teasing in here to be really hot, as there's a lot of fun in punishing if there's an accidental drop whilst wearing the mitts :3

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Mitts
By Reynard Fawkes

It’s cute watching him squirm,
Nervously rubbing his paws,
Staring at me in awes,
A new toy ready to learn.

To start I take it slow;
Teasing his cock with thick padded mitts,
Tugging them on around his fists,
Then I make his ego take a blow.

Fine crystal in his grip,
Clumsy hands wobble,
Wine sloshing threatening to topple.
He’s lucky it didn’t slip!

Slowly I rub his head,
A treat for the good boy,
Watching him squirm is such a joy
Now it's his turn to rub along.

Leather of clumsy paws
Falling to pull and to grip
All while his cum slowly drips
It’s cute struggling at the last cause.

What's wrong boy?
Do you want to cum at all?
Guess not with those useless paws,
Bound by my own laws.

@reynardfawkes.bsky.social Oct 3, 2026, 5:26 PM

Kinktober Day 3: Lingerie/Catsuit

Today’s prompt didn’t click at first, so I turned to jockstraps — the closest thing to men’s lingerie. The strap carries its own kind of vulnerability, and that’s what this piece explores.

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Jockstrap
By
Reynard Fawkes

There’s honesty in what doesn’t hide,
In flesh bare and betwixt sheets of cotton.
You shiver on the bed divine,
Waiting for your lover to take you right.
It’s a costume for a long night,
A uniform for pain and pleasure.

Lovebites dot your skin,
Makes a leopard of you on the sheets,
Your love a bulge tenting tight,
Rubbing against his thighs.
Here you can be ravaged,
A duet of shaky breathes,
Moaning between creaking springs.
Your lover murmurs one request:
The jockstrap stays on.

@reynardfawkes.bsky.social Oct 2, 2026, 4:15 PM

Kinktober Day 2: Chastity. A reflective piece about how being caged isn’t just denial to me, but focus and a kind of peace in restraint.
Used an ABBA rhyme to keep the rhythm steady and contained.

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Cage
By
Reynard Fawkes

It’s funny how a little cage can do wonders,
pulling the mind to a single point.
The master waits for those he’ll anoint;
a willing slave, forgoing rights forever.

The bars strain as I’m given praises,
biting my lip as I’m petted;
being good means I don’t get pelted.
His voice, master never raises.

While I may whine and softly shake my tail,
this is a story of a willing soul laid bare,
Of devotion leaking through the bars,
my control, no longer a burden to bear.

The cage, a weight to break me down,
your teasing hands to mould me now;
No longer lost but given a greater form –
a pet, a soul, forever bound.

@reynardfawkes.bsky.social Oct 1, 2026, 5:27 PM

Day 1: Gag

For this particular poem, I drew from my own experiences and emotions with gags and how they make me feel.

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Gag
By Reynard Fawkes
It was the first gear I laid my hand on,
One that made my lips wet and heart pound,
Hard rubber filled my maw and I changed,
It released something unbound.

The mirror showed me the truth,
How helpless and weak I stood.
I couldn’t speak, only mewl,
A silly toy, a young fool.

Materials changed and with it I grew,
From silicone to steel, it makes me moan.
Now I’m broken in all the right ways,
A slut ready to be put on loan.

So, take me Sir, the time is right,
To take me rough, I’m so tight!

@emilkjoelhede.art Sep 21, 2026, 5:14 PM

they read my poem on @thevoice.dog (: #furrypoetry

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