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@reynardfawkes.bsky.socialOct 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.

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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. 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.socialOct 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.socialOct 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.socialOct 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.socialOct 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.socialOct 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.socialOct 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.socialOct 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.socialOct 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.socialOct 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.artSep 21, 2026, 5:14 PM

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

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