Milking Fox: Handling
Eric fingered the bright green collar around his neck as the limousine pulled up to the sweeping entrance of the Hillside Estate. What exactly did this collar represent? What had the young red fox gotten himself into this time? They rounded the corner...
Pocket Fox: Relation
"Corey, what the fuck?" Frank's face under his fur was beetroot red with range and embarrassment as he yelled into his phone. Corey's voice came back as smooth and calm as honey. "Hey, big bro, what's up?" At 19 years of age, Corey was three years...