The Ripeness of Spring
On Monday, Amon brought strawberries. They were bulbous and bloody and filled with seeds, and he loved the roughness as he sank his teeth into them. The young bat looked around the playground and watched the third-graders on the swings. Some of the...
Head to the Shore
© TheOrigamist 2014 Lucas tapped his bare feet on the ground, shifting his weight as he tried to relax on the stone. The family's campsite had been here for a few generations, and so many people had climbed on top of the old granite stone that it...
The Blind Son
The Blind Son © 2011 TheOrigamist **Disclaimer: This story features characters with humanoid penises. I know, I know, sheathes are sometimes more fun, but it gets hard writing about that, man! I'm choosing to focus on a more realistic and, in my...
Coyote (Poem)
The wilderness has been long forgotten, And all that remains is the desert. The coyote wanders this desert, but he does not fear. Food will come in its time. Water will come later. I seek this coyote, in the desert, in this dry plain. I seek...
Credit Where It's Due
Credit Where It's Due © 2012 TheOrigamist **If you know who Roni is, you know what to expect. If not, then I hope you like underage partners, furry characters and voracious fucking.** "Sir, I have a question?" The German shepherd...
Picnic Table
**© 2014 TheOrigamist** The first thing that Gene noticed was that the picnic table had a blanket on top, like a tablecloth for the afternoon. The old wolf raised his eyebrows, but made no judgment. It was a personal choice, he supposed, although he...
Never Have I Ever
Never Have I Ever ©2011 TheOrigamist Short Forward: My very first story introduced the character Abel, who happens to be my Fursona as well. Looking back, I think that a new introduction is in order. And yes, it's more shota action. I needed...
Wonderland (Wintertime Contest 2012-13)
**Wonderland** © 2012-2013 TheOrigamist "I've never seen it," he said. He shrugged, and dust flew off of his shoulders to settle on the ground beside him. He would have gotten up if he had the strength, but the sun beat him down and he remained...
Thawing Season
Matthias, like most middle-schoolers, was not a smoker. Matthias, like most middle-schoolers, always pretended to smoke when the temperature dropped. He could hold up a pencil or a twig to his lips and inhale the imaginary tar, then push it out and...
Take One for the Team (ft. FriskeCrisps)
He had to find them. He had made the excuse of going to the drinking fountain, but that was far from the truth. He had to find them, to see them, to touch them. The thought made his heart race, but he knew his quest to be the most important thing in...
After-School Snack
[Cubs? Yiff? No? Then go knot yourself] Can I be the first to say that I absolutely LOVE the lunches my cafeteria makes? I'm serious. Most other fifth-graders moan and groan and phlegm to get their point across, that the apples are bruised, that the...