Hypnovember - Day 7: Gaze
Special agent Max Peters skulked down the hallway of the Khan's villainous lair. Not that lairs could be particularly villainous. They were just places. But it was the Khan's lair, and he was certainly villainous. The ermine checked around a corner,...
Hypnovember - Day 6: Accidental
Christina pulled out her credit card. "I'll take an iced caramel latte. Medium please." "Of course, Mistress." The young cheetah flushed to hear herself refered to as such in public, and her mind flicked through multiple explanations in rapid...
Hypnovember - Day 5: Uniform
A white cube of a room. Plain and simple. Neat and orderly. Uniform. A ceiling, unblemished except for a panel of light, meets similarly unblemished walls, which meet a floor whose only defect from perfection is the presence of the room's lone occupant...
Hypnovember - Day 4: Headphones
Hello, everyone. It's your main lion at the keyboard, Rekk, and I'm here to Rekk some newbs. Yeah, I know. A surprise Saturday stream? I just felt like doing something a little different. That's all. The big thing I wanted to show off was...
Hypnovember - Day 3: Dance
They had all come together at the old community center, about 15 of them, all women, various species, from college-aged to middle-aged. It was an odd building, an old building. Many hallways were blocked off and many doors had signs warning people not...
Hyla Brokenfang at the Witch's Ball
"Everyone. Everyone." Colfor rapped the board he held for attention. When the conversations among the slaves died down and they all turned their focus to him, the rabbit majordomo coughed and composed himself. "We have a special job tonight. The witch...
The Weaver's Cage
NOTE: This is a sequel to The Weaver's Web, also in my gallery. You may want to read that one first to get an idea of some of the characters here and their various powers. Taiga studied the door. Three hinges and a bolt. A piece of cake really. ...
No number, no letter
"Slave-039!" A hush fell over the room. The fox, who was just called Nine or slave when alone, looked around him. All his fellow slaves were glancing his way, some worriedly, some curiously. Rarely was anyone singled out like this during the morning...
The White World (Guild anthology preview)
"You're going to die if you keep this up, Estela." The lynx ignored the voice and hunkered down against the snow bank. She had a pair of binoculars pressed tight to her face, which had the benefit of keeping the freezing wind out of her eyes. Even...
The True Villain (CLAW 1 preview)
The door to The Hideout (16th and Oak) banged open, and a flash of lightning briefly illuminated the hooded silhouette of the fearsome Doctor Midnight. Villains and minions around the dimly-lit bar turned towards her and waited with baited breath to...
Documenting the Experiment
Day 001 I should start this with a proper introduction. My name is Doctor Stephanie Arafa. 29 years old. Fennec fox. Canadian-Egyptian. Currently residing in LA. (What else should I mention? Right.) Five-foot-two. 165 pounds. Brown eyes. I...
On the Wheel
Sal's Master never did anything by half measures. The otter expressed an interest in trying shibari one and was told, a moment later, to make sure his Friday evening schedule was clear and to report at his Master's home promptly at 7 o'clock. Sal was...