That Feeling You Get (An Ode to Dads)
_That feeling you get_ in the pit of your stomach when you're pawing off on your bed and you can hear him trudging up the stairs coming down the hall pausing outside your door and you can see the shadows of his feet and you wonder if he can hear...
Strife of the Party (Commission)
"You're hurting my arm." Thaine flexed his biceps against Zander's squeezing fingers to separate them, and Zander let go. "Sorry," he muttered without really meaning it. The twin wolves across the room held sway over his attention more than his own...
Retrieval
"Thrusters online, sir," Hubert, my second, speaks to me via the convenient acoustics of the cramped cabin. His voice travels easily through air thick with tense anticipation. "We shan't use much fuel to arrive at the landing site." I steeple my...
Homeslickness
**Homeslickness** **by [ Whyte Yote](https://whyte-yote.sofurry.com/ "Whyte Yote")** The car was familiar, but the road was not. His mother...
DILF-Kabob
"What's his name, again?" Sebastién asked while dropping another basket of French fries into the hot oil, keeping as far away as possible. "I'm gonna smell like a short-order cook for a week." From the living room came Hector's voice. "Naonao, Dad....
Two Minutes
Darkness surrounds me like a tomb, only this tomb feels like a desert instead of a cave. It smells of stagnation and dank, untouched memories. The only sound is the shrill _scree-_song of the locusts outside in the trees, penetrating through the vent...
Death Is for the Living
Fresne slid the spatula quickly under the two eggs, careful to keep the yolks intact while he transferred them to the plate he had set beside the stove top. After another minute, the thick strips of bacon followed, and the rat filled the empty skillet...
Whom to Suspect when You're Expecting
_Author's Note: Read the keywords. If you don't like it, don't read it. If you're not into it, I encourage you to read through anyway for some nice romance between some adorable characters. Story is copyright to its author, and appropriate characters...
Where Angels Fear
This story was originally slated for submission to [!["was1"](%5C ""was1"")](%5C)'s Anthro Dreams anthology, but since his plans for the book changed, he freed it up for me to post on here. Hope you like it, and it's not too depressing. The story...
Best Interests
"Just so you know," says the human behind the wheel, "once you're in office all of this rinkydink undercover shit's going to go away." "Why don't you bitch some more, Emmett," deadpans the lion from the passenger seat of the nondescript rental...
The Leather's Always Blacker
Rike couldn't help but grin at the obvious irony as he sat in Crossroads and listened to "Into Your Hands" while massaging his hardon through his conservative khakis. He looked around one last time to make sure he was safe, confirmed it, and promptly...
'Twas a Night Full of Yiffing
_The fox had been waiting All week for this night, He'd been working himself up In hopes that he might_ _Come home with a guy From the local gay bar Who wanted to bone him And didn't live far_ _Our vulpine preferred To walk rather than drive,...