A Night's Work
No, I don't plan on writing anything like this anytime soon. The reason why? I got part of this stuck in my head, I'll tell you what at the end, and I had to get it out, it was both annoying and a little disturbing. Since I'm always up for getting...
This isn't working.
"we are the strangers, a group that works in the fine art of slave trading. and if you join us, you can have whoever you wish." tye stares into the van, the three looking back at him, the bear blushing, frowning as he looked with unblinking eyes.
Working Stiff
This story is a work of fiction and in no way is intended to resemble any person, place, or thing that is living or dead. It contains scenes of a graphic sexual nature between consenting males, females, hermaphrodites, and/or some combination of...
Mercenary Work
This story is rated "Y" for Yiffy. Reader discretion is advised. "Whoa." I gazed about the impressive city Gene and I were standing in, having stepped through the blue portal only a few seconds ago on top of a rooftop. Although the city was...
Work Stresses
The fem fur everyone adored was working in the same place as him, which meant that he could ogle her for hours on end. sitting at his desk, he immediately went to work, a small spark of enthusiasm rekindled in him.
Work Affairs
What the ferret loved about working in the dairy section was the cold temperature of the room. it wasn't that josh loved colder temperatures, but that the room kept him at a perfect temperature as he worked.
The Day's Work
"Rise and shine." Eyelids the size of pillows move. A great sticky membrane peels back, showing the black eye beneath it, wet and unconscious. "Showtime." Unseen miles of artery and vein flex and bundle up, blood pulsing through...
Furio's Works
Furio's Works By Furio 6/17/2004 Revised 11/9/2005 DISCLAIMER: This story contains a homosexual act of frottage between two adult males, both in bear form. Just letting you know in advance, for those who need that information. Sorry if...
Work Break
My name's Jerry. I'm a wolf. There's nothing lonelier or more pathetic than a sandwich shop in the evening. When animals go out for dinner, they tend to think sit-down restaurants or drive-through burgers. Nobody goes out to dinner just for a...
Working on the Farm
Working on the Farm By Elanna Thenyr felt anxious as Kawheek spoke to the farmer's widow, and his constant shifting stance made his heavy armor clank. There was a bad aura throughout the whole area, one that kept his feathers ruffled and his...
Work it out.
**Travis walked threw the door of the locker room in the school gymnasium. Looking around he smiled a little. Almost everyone was already toweling off and changing to head home after weightlifting class. He made his way to his locker and started to...
The Curse Works
"Had enough yet, pig?" The Grumpig managed to get himself into a sitting position, rubbing his sore snout and delivering a death glare to the snickering Blaziken. "The fuck is the matter with you? I didn't even do anything to you!" "Why should I...