Catching Cinders Paralogue 12.5: Sneaking Peeks
* * * _Aideen_ **...Christmas Eve...** The fabric of Aideen's red silk gown slid upward, revealing black stockings and matching lace panties. Tyson's growls were as warm as his hands. "Personally, I have much more important things to...
Catching Cinders Ch. 11: Would You Love Me If I Was a Worm?
* * * … **Week Eighteen…** “Can you zip me up, Babygirl?” Calill craned over Elan's lighted mirror as she gave her makeup a final touch. A perfectly filed claw kept the eyeliner straight and sharp. “Gotchu, Girlie,” said Elan. A familiar...
Catching Cinders Ch. 10: Spectacular Launch
* * * … **Week Sixteen…** Elan fidgeted uncomfortably in the front seat of his mother's SUV. She'd chosen this car for its spacious cabin but it still struggled to comfortably accommodate Elan, Aideen, and the eighteen tails...
Catching Cinders Ch. 09: Biting the Bullet
* * * **…Week Fourteen…** Tyson anxiously checked the living room clock, his anxiety unalleviated by the spicy aroma drifting from the kitchen. _They promised they wouldn’t be late._ He checked his phone out of habit but remembered he’d done...
Catching Cinders Ch. 08: Stick The Landing
* * * ## **...Week Fourteen...** Elan stared down the grey townhouse out the back window of Tyson's pickup. Tyson's truck was supposed to have passenger space but Owyn was so huge he had to push his seat all the way back just to fit....
Catching Cinders Ch. 07: Lucky Pull
* * * **…Week Twelve…** Elan sat on his father's lap, body swathed in the warmth of his mane. It was the kind of comfort that made it hard not to doze. Tyson's knot slowly throbbing against his prostate was certainly a compounding factor. He...
Catching Cinders Ch. 06: American Healthcare is a Farce
* * * **…Week Eleven…** “Calig Stallone.” A croaky voice called into a waiting room that stank of sterile latex. Elan and Calig glanced at each other before vacating their slightly-too-small chairs. They were met by a wrinkly Sharpedo at the...
Catching Cinders Ch. 05: Ground Rules
* * * **…Week Ten…** Elan covertly peeked at Owyn over the top of his phone. The Arcanine was sprawled over the couch, shirtless and beer in hand. Elan’s nose wrinkled, but he hid it behind his phone. _Fuck he stinks when he drinks. And not...
Catching Cinders Ch. 04: Unicorn Hunt
* * * **…Week Eight…** Elan and Calig sat next to each other at the _Brick’n’Mortar_, Flynt U's campus cafe that had picked up the unfortunate nickname of “The Brick.” True to its name, the interior facade was red brick walls and fake cherrywood...
Catching Cinders Ch. 03: Knowing the Odds
* * * **…Week Five…** Elan glanced at the clock. seven-the-fuck-o’clock. Over five fuckin' hours since he’d been whisked into the hospital and forced to changed into this scratchy gown. The garment was miserably thin and the room he was in so drafty...
Catching Cinders Ch. 02: Worst Case Scenario
* * * **…Week Five…** Elan had his paws curled underneath his yellow miniskirt as he scrolled through his assigned reading. It was for his costuming class next Monday. He’d learn to love clothes and sewing back in high school but this textbook was...
Catching Cinders Ch. 01: Settling In
“Ungh, wait, that's gonna be too tight!” “Stop whining, Kiddo. It'll fit just fine!” “Yeah, it just needs a push! We'll do the grunt work- all ya gotta do is guide it in!” “al_-_ **huff** _-_alright, dad. on three?” **“** _ **one… two…** _ _ **-**...