My Dad's Asshole (3)
Yet another beautiful lazy Thursday night. I've not even remotely started to get tired of them. This time it's classic James Bond on the tube, one of those marathon showings. I don't even pick up the remote to skip through the commercials, cuz I wanna...
My Dad's Asshole (2)
I wake up the next morning, stretch contentedly, grab my toothbrush, and pad to my parents' bathroom in just my boxers. I have my own bathroom, of course. I just feel like joining Dad today. He's also in just his boxers, leaning over the sink and...
My Dad's Asshole (1)
Man I love spending a nice quiet evening with my pops. Got some popcorn and a beer, a Bruce Willis movie on, mom's out for the night, and good ol' dad is butt-ass naked across my lap and I have two fingers up his asshole. The sweet life, for sure. I...
Darn Those Shoes (commission for FriskeCrisps)
Crisp fidgeted at his desk, his fluffy gray and white tail flopping limply behind the seat for the thousandth time. He wasn't alone; it wasn't as if 7th-grade English was riveting the rest of the class into their chairs either, but there was only a few...
My Dad's Asshole (Epilogue)
It's a couple months later, and it seems the Age of Matriarchal Hole Control is here to stay. The several well-loved issues of Chains Magazine have been removed from my backpack and now rest safely somewhere in Mom's closet, I assume. A pretty typical...
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...
Irresistible (commission for Tsarin)
The show was well under way, so of course Jon was on his third beer. He held the red plastic cup aloft above his head and roared in approval as the band onstage finished a long, drawn-out drone. It wasn't the style of song that really got him going...
Personal Chef (commission for Artemis)
Outside the door of the designated apartment, a large red wingless bat waited somewhat impatiently after hearing the bell ring from inside. The soft-white walls of the hallway were dotted with several other doors, but this was a very posh complex...
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...
Salt Water (commission for Levin)
Now that he was no longer a first-timer to public nude beaches, Jon was much more comfortable to go to a new one with his buddy Levin. The lion had told Jon that this was his favorite spot, where the crowd tended to be even more laid-back than...
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...
All Out (commission for Kono)
Saturday night college parties always seem to be more chill than their Friday night counterparts. On Friday there was more of a hyped-up frenzy, a week's worth of frustration and boredom needing banished by as much booze and thuddingly loud music...