True to Form: Part One
"Finally, it came in!" I whooped, jumping in glee at the heavy brown package that the mail left on the door. It was simply decorated, a golden stamp of a chimera profile in front. I picked it up and carried it inside, where, after dropping off the...
True to Form: Prologue
She sat behind a glass workdesk, her suit slimly accentuating her lines. She wore a sunny smile, her head tilted a bit to the side. Her hair matched the suit, both sun-kissed yellow. "Thank you for coming, sir, and welcome. I take it you are here to...
Bar Jocks: Story Two, Part 1
It was a beautiful morning. The storm the night before left behind clouds that glowed pale amber in the early sunshine. A light breeze helped to freshen the area and removed the straggling fog that settled down after the rain. Sounds of another day...
Bar Jocks: Story One, Part Four
They were back at the main office. Mike was also there, nursing a Jersey Lightning. Joe had a small medicinal tot of brandy and soda in his hands. Billy, the rhino bouncer, was there also, along with a police officer, who was scribbling on a...
Bar Jocks: Story One, Part Three
The front was dimly lit. Wall sconces helped illuminate the room as various forms of LED lighting carved various arabesques on the walls. The tables were lit by electric lamps discreetly shaded. A few ladies in white livery went around the area doing...
Bar Jocks: Story One, Part Two
I can barely believe my luck, Joe thought to himself as he pedaled back home. He cast a quick glace over his shoulder at the building before focusing on the traffic. Soon, he was at home, and, after placing the bike in the rack near the door, walked in...
Bar Jocks: Story One, Part One
The voice on the other end of the line was cool and calm. "Welcome to Barjocks. Where can I direct your call?" "Uhm, I'm responding for the ad in the newspaper," Joe said. "Give me a moment to direct the call, sir," the receptionist said. A small...
True to Form: Part Five
If ever you want to get fucked by a moose, even an anthropomorphic version of one, regardless of the size of one, try not to yell in pain. Even if you are high with its musk. Sure he was gentle at first, prodding and poking, but soon he was doing...
Bar Jocks: Story Two, Part 4
Frankie was having a rather good time at his table. A broad bulldog in skin-tight spandex took his order while a hunky gryphon in green gave him a nicely-made gin and tonic. He looked around at the establishment, enjoying the scantily-clad eye...
Bar Jocks: Story Two, Part 3
"Oh ye gods and fishes." Moose was staring slack-jawed when he walked into the Barjocks gym. He noticed that not only Arc and Sirius were there, but also two other people: Sarge and his husband. They were at a weight bench, tossing several massive...
Bar Jocks: Story Two, Part 2
"So, when will the drink lose its effect?" Mike said, looking at the dozing moose. Carl shrugged, his bulk straining the seams of his shirt. "No idea, Mikey." They were in Huxley's reception room, along with two other guys. They were massive...