The Safeword is 'Papa' (ch.7)
Nick had gotten us a hotel room in the gayborhood. The cheeky bitch. The gesture, sweet and romantic though it was, was completely lost on me at the time. We were too busy trying to kill each other with our tongues to notice the décor. I found...
The Safeword is 'Papa' (ch.6)
Down a flight of worn stairs, the floorplan opened onto an egg-shaped dome seemingly carved into the very bedrock. The ceiling rose to a rounded point almost four stories above us. At the center of the limestone egg where the yolk might have been was...
The Safeword is 'Papa' (ch.5)
Star wipe to two weeks later, I have become a certified bag of ass. I haven't showered in three days. My fur is matted and sticky with sweat and other miscellaneous fluids. Crumpled cigarette filters litter the ground wherever I am, and I'm getting...
The Safeword is 'Papa' (ch.4)
Allow me to set the scene for you. It's late at night. Pouring down rain. The inside of my van reeks of humidity, dirty laundry and decades of cannabis abuse. There's a soggy orange fox sitting on my mattress in just his khaki shorts, toweling himself...
The Safeword is 'Papa' (ch.3)
Rain hammered the sheet metal roof of my van. I could not sleep, and after three glass bottles of Starbucks® vanilla-flavored Frappuccino® chugged in rapid succession I had become a living conduit of impotence and pent-up homosexual rage. I wanted...
The Safeword is 'Papa' (ch.2)
"Sooooh...?" I was focused on stamping footprints into the snow and wasn't paying attention when Daddy... err, _Nick..._ paused to lean against the shed wall, arms crossed, looking at me. "So what?" "So what was up with you at the hustle...
The Safeword is 'Papa' (ch.1)
Am I weird? No, really - am I? Even as I write this, I can't tell. I'm almost 30 years old, two-foot-nothing _minus_ ears, and I weigh about as much as a pillow. I wear Hawaiian shirts in the winter and I'm currently in between housing and job...
Fuck Me Ragged - "Gear."
**Fuck Me Ragged** **Part 3 - "Gear."** The school's webpage loaded. FINALLY. Bob's modem was being a bitch on stilts. The fossa searched around and found the let-out times for the buses. Remembering his own stint in elementary school he knew that...
Fuck Me Ragged - "Cherries."
**Fuck Me Ragged** **Part 2 - "Cherries."** You're probably wondering what happened to that poor little bunny from the day before. Well good for you. You have a soul. Go and Tweet about it, why don't ya. Truth be told... nothing. Nothing...
Fuck Me Ragged
**Fuck Me Ragged** **Part 1 - "The ride."** The van's tires scraped the curb as it inched along next to the sidewalk, making the fossa behind the steering wheel wince and shift the wheel. Those were his white-walled tires - recently bought and kind...
The Yiff-A-Cub Club (part 2)
**The Yiff-A-Cub Club** **part II** "AAAH-AAH-AAH-AAAAH-AAAH...." The little lop-eared boy hollered out each time the wolf's huge dick thrust into him. After eleven straight minutes of getting his ass railed, the bunny was little more than a...
Stall 5 (ch.2)
**Stall 5 9:13am** Maki counted the bills as they were fed into his machine one after another. One ten-dollar bill. Two ten-dollar bills. Three ten-dollar bills. Maki gulped, hoping that this new customer was just getting rid of his...