Anything You Want (Andrew and Jock-Jon: Origins)
"Yo! Uh...Andrew!" The small-statured black wolf quirked his ears, looking away from the inside of his locker and searching the crowded hallway for the voice that had hailed him. It was a deeper voice than his own, and the skinny sophomore canine...
Merry Christmas, Kevin
Jon came scrambling off the school bus with his binder hugged tightly to his chest. Six inches of snow meant a lot to a three-and-a-half-feet-tall otter boy, but he excitedly plowed through to the front door of the small farmhouse and let himself...
Black and Tan
"Yo, grab me my New Boslick globe, will you? I've got the bottle-opener." Brant squatted down to carefully place the two brown paper bags on the living room coffee table, thinking how funny it was that they had never used it for actual coffee. Coffee...
Girl Talk [side A]
I shouldered my bag for the few steps it took me to trudge to the passenger door of Delana's car, her eyes tracking me impatiently through the rolled-down window, and even once I'd flopped down in the seat with my bag in my lap and my head hung...
Comeuppance
An uncapped Sharpie marker hit Jon in the back of the head. "Hey fag boy, why don't you stick this in your ass and see if it writes when we pull it out!" Jon hated his roommate. The odd-toothed otter had transferred to this college in his junior year,...
Nice Knowing You
The diner's pretty much the exact opposite of the bar, and so far it's the only other public place we've met and hung out. Today is bright, sunny, cold as stone, and a Saturday. Here at the table right by the window, I can catch every detail of you, as...
Whispers in the Back Seat
"Mmmmm..." "Yeah, there we go...love it...." "Hmmm...shit...what - dude what are you doing?!" "Jerking you off. Keep your voice down, you're gonna wake people up." "Dude no, you need to stop...what the hell?!" "I was bored, and everyone else is...
Eyes in the Back of Your Head
You wake up around 1 in the afternoon. I've made a simple breakfast, called in to the site manager for the day, and then stored a good amount of the food in the fridge for you when you're up. Bacon and bread. Hangover cures from heaven. The first sign...
Thank You, Master
The weasel whined and writhed and wiggled on the bed, sweating and shaking as he tried to support himself. His arms quivered and his breath panted as he uselessly humped the mattress, his only hope for getting himself off now. The big fox lying next to...
Sick
"Gotta say I never pegged you as the sugar-daddy type." It's Marty behind the bar this time, even his joke sounding gruff and deadpan. The sturdy Rottweiler is the stronger, silenter half of he and Ed's relationship, though of course he's a huge...
Milk Stout
I idly rub a finger around the rim of my glass while I slouch against the bar and run my eyes amusedly over the writhing mass of young furs on the dance floor. I'm long beyond trying too hard to not look creepy or desperate. Anyone who comes here more...
Wingman
_Look how she giggles when he jokes and flirts with her. You never did that. Look how she touches his arm. You never even tried. She's not gonna go down on him until at least after homecoming. All it took you was a little liquor and a nice situation to...