Catching Cinders Ch. 14: Smooth Sailing
* * * … **Week Twenty-Eight…** Elan leaned against the railing that led to an aged condo complex. The glass doors were polished clean but Elan avoided looking at them for fear his reflection. He didn't want to see how easily he'd become winded. _Oh...
Catching Cinders Paralogue 15.5: Sword of Damocles
Her insides curdled, twisting into something black and pungent and trembling with a rage that burned more like shame. she fruitlessly blinked tears from her eyes and forced herself to stand.
Catching Cinders Ch. 15: Derecho
##### * * * … **Week Thirty…** Two fire-types growled atop messy sheets: a tangle of thrashing limbs and snaking tails. Blue and gold sparks skipped like stones over the surface of the bedspread with every exhalation. The Ninetales...
Catching Cinders Ch. 06: American Healthcare is a Farce
* * * **…Week Eleven…** “Calig Stallone.” A croaky voice called into a waiting room that stank of sterile latex. Elan and Calig glanced at each other before vacating their slightly-too-small chairs. They were met by a wrinkly Sharpedo at the...
Catching Cinders Ch. 02: Worst Case Scenario
* * * **…Week Five…** Elan had his paws curled underneath his yellow miniskirt as he scrolled through his assigned reading. It was for his costuming class next Monday. He’d learn to love clothes and sewing back in high school but this textbook was...
Catching Cinders Ch. 04: Unicorn Hunt
* * * **…Week Eight…** Elan and Calig sat next to each other at the _Brick’n’Mortar_, Flynt U's campus cafe that had picked up the unfortunate nickname of “The Brick.” True to its name, the interior facade was red brick walls and fake cherrywood...
Catching Cinders Ch. 07: Lucky Pull
* * * **…Week Twelve…** Elan sat on his father's lap, body swathed in the warmth of his mane. It was the kind of comfort that made it hard not to doze. Tyson's knot slowly throbbing against his prostate was certainly a compounding factor. He...
Catching Cinders Ch. 05: Ground Rules
* * * **…Week Ten…** Elan covertly peeked at Owyn over the top of his phone. The Arcanine was sprawled over the couch, shirtless and beer in hand. Elan’s nose wrinkled, but he hid it behind his phone. _Fuck he stinks when he drinks. And not...
Catching Cinders Ch. 08: Stick The Landing
Was this what it felt like to get burned? “we've spent the better part of two years turning our lives upside down. but the ghouls in suits have decided we'll never be respectable enough to be parents,” said felicity.
Catching Cinders Ch. 17 : Climax (They Fuck Good)
"_so... how long have you and daddy been like this,_" whispered elan, unable to contain his curiosity any longer. "_i can't believe he never told me you liked wild stuff like this!
Catching Cinders Paralogue 12.5: Sneaking Peeks
* * * _Aideen_ **...Christmas Eve...** The fabric of Aideen's red silk gown slid upward, revealing black stockings and matching lace panties. Tyson's growls were as warm as his hands. "Personally, I have much more important things to...
Catching Cinders Paralogue 13.5: Best-Laid Plans
**…Week Twenty-Six…** The salt that crunched under Elan's pumps sounded like concession. Swollen paws meant heels had been off the table for weeks, and the only shoes that matched his dress would be decimated by slushy sidewalks. His dress was...