A Change for the Better
I have received several comments from fans complaining that i have too much yiff in the series, so this chapter is yiffless to please them. to those of you who wanted yiff, i'm sorry and i promise to have plenty in the new series.
Inside the Fire
Let alone a yiffless half year with alot of firefights. exactly now shut up and listen to my story! she began to nip at my ear as i kissed her neck, my paws starting to remove the clothing.
Anarchist Cookout
Its also long for a yiffless story. the next part it already in the works and will feature more cute intimacy between fink and dallas as well as a few other characters. also, this story starts out a bit somber but it picks up!
Not Exactly Dead
Not Exactly Dead By ironsnake345 Submission for a weekly writing prompt by Writer's Crossing ----------------------------------------------------------------------- NOT EXACTLY DEAD Life (so to speak) in Necropolis It's been a...
Dead Man's Clothes
It was a cool autumn day, the trees alight in warm hues. The first hint of winter was still frost in the shaded spots of grass. The brook bubbled and gurgled over the soft rocks and down the many twists and turns of the pebble bank. A doe and her twin...
Music AI
?Dr3mz-335: 'Sweet dreams are made of this.' Or some say it 'these.' But what is 'this'? Why do these monkeys insist upon incomplete concepts?" HokyPoke23: You think you got it bad? According to my primary material a humans sole purpose is...
@DeviDurga
?"Turbines to speed." "Check, check." "All systems are go." Lights in the pilots' helmets lit blue. Each of them leaned forward blasting at the ground with jets on their arms and backs forming a tripod of thrust strong enough to...
Fleshmarket
He is not a doctor. Not even in the loosest sense of the word. No white coat. No stethoscope. He could be anyone: an accountant, an administrator, a manager. Neither part of the medical team nor the patient?s retinue; he is an outsider?an...
404
Once, upon a morning rainy I regarded; wan and sleepy thereupon a table laden with accoutrements of gore. Craft forgotten; stood I dozing: Corpse and scalpel thence forsaking, eyes upon a sight unnerving--one I?d never glimpsed before. There...