I'm not even going to bother with my standard disclaimers this time. Suffice to say, the story has tags, consider those tags to be accurate.
This story is part of the Bartaugh / Leyrar / Freynis series. Chronologically, it's the earliest in the series (I really haven't intended to go backward constantly, it just worked out that way) and it's almost certainly the earliest that I'll write in the series; anything else that I create for this scenario will come after this story. If you enjoyed th

Introductions
by Bartaugh
 
Part 2: Dinner and Entertainment
 
 
 
Dh'rath had a cruel expression on his face, crueler than Freynis had ever seen. It was the kind that went beyond domineering; the drow boy was showing true malice now, a willful desire to see harm occur.
 
Maybe, Freynis considered briefly, he had just never seen the boy smiling so cruelly up close. Or, perhaps, the effect was substantially enhanced by the drow's next taunt.
 
"I don't kn

Introductions
by Bartaugh
 
Part 3: Going Home
 
 
He was waking up again, though more gradually than before and with less of the disorientation at awakening in an unusual setting. The minotaur's body, still present against his own, felt warm and comforting, and the texture and softness of the bed now felt strangely familiar, as though he had awoken upon it all his life. He'd been sleeping for awhile, he could tell that much even if he did not know just how long. Bartaugh wa

The Three Little Pigs II: Lyra's Game
by Bartaugh
 
Chapter 2: Daily Routine
 
Lyra awoke.
 
For less than half a second the piglet told herself that the events of the previous evening had been a nightmare, though it was the sort of attempted self-delusion that was so obvious that she could not even fool herself. Even had she not awoken upon a cold, stone floor and even had she not felt a lingering soreness between her legs she still would not have been able to push away the

A little different than my usual stuff, since the action isn't entirely one-on-one (or two/three-on-one as I've done sometimes) but involving a large crowd-on-one.
 
 Squeamish should stay away. If you know my stuff you know that some hapless victim gets cooked and eaten in some way, usually after lots of sex.A little different than my usual stuff, since the action isn't entirely one-on-one (or two/three-on-one as I've done sometimes) but involving a large crowd-on-one.
 
 

INTRODUCTION:
 
 
I never did like the story of the Three Little Pigs in any of its incarnations. The more 'common' modern-day telling has all three pigs surviving and the wolf either getting chased away, never to be seen again, or suffering some unpleasant death. Even the original telling had only two of the little pigs ending up in the wolf's stomach before the wolf was offed by the third, and there were never any 'juicy' details on any of it. Some people like 'role reversal' storie

The Three Little Pigs II: Lyra's Game
by Bartaugh
 
Chapter I: Dinner for Three
 
 
"Be wary of strangers".
 
If adolescent piglet sisters Lyra and Sara had heeded that warning from their parents, they may have avoided their current predicament.
 
He had seemed innocent enough. He had introduced himself as Cutler, and the two girls had really sensed no danger in speaking with a piglet boy almost no older than themselves. He had been quite friendly, and q