Couch Forts and Pup Tents
"Come on, Hector! You gotta help me! It's gotta be big...the biggest one yet." As Jouisse says this his index finger is poking incessantly at my shoulder, working toward a bruise. If he keeps that up, he's never going to get my help with his couch...
In Season
_A domestic coyote on the search for some tail (literally and figuratively) comes across a wild-ish doe, but what he doesn't know is that he's being hunted while he hunts. But who pays the price?_ \*\*\* Once again, Reece found himself out in the...
Training Wheels
"You sure you don't want any more?" He looks over his glasses, across to me, with a combination of concern and insistence. A plate of uneaten steaks occupies the center of the table. He cooked a dozen, but with all the mashed potatoes and bread on the...
Copping a Feel(ing a Cop)
I sit on the edge of my bed with my head in my paws and listen to the furor of my pulse inside my heaving chest. Between my fingers I see slices of boring beige carpet, given a bluish tint by my paused video game. The reality of what I'm about to do...
That Feeling You Get (An Ode to Dads)
_That feeling you get_ in the pit of your stomach when you're pawing off on your bed and you can hear him trudging up the stairs coming down the hall pausing outside your door and you can see the shadows of his feet and you wonder if he can hear...
Retrieval
"Thrusters online, sir," Hubert, my second, speaks to me via the convenient acoustics of the cramped cabin. His voice travels easily through air thick with tense anticipation. "We shan't use much fuel to arrive at the landing site." I steeple my...
Homeslickness
User=260&character=0&clevel=2) whyte yote](https://whyte-yote.sofurry.com/ "whyte yote")** the car was familiar, but the road was not. his mother had even turned the radio to his favorite station to help calm his nerves.
Two Minutes
Darkness surrounds me like a tomb, only this tomb feels like a desert instead of a cave. It smells of stagnation and dank, untouched memories. The only sound is the shrill _scree-_song of the locusts outside in the trees, penetrating through the vent...
Death Is for the Living
Fresne slid the spatula quickly under the two eggs, careful to keep the yolks intact while he transferred them to the plate he had set beside the stove top. After another minute, the thick strips of bacon followed, and the rat filled the empty skillet...
Whom to Suspect when You're Expecting
_Author's Note: Read the keywords. If you don't like it, don't read it. If you're not into it, I encourage you to read through anyway for some nice romance between some adorable characters. Story is copyright to its author, and appropriate characters...
Where Angels Fear
This story was originally slated for submission to [!["was1"](%5C ""was1"")](%5C)'s Anthro Dreams anthology, but since his plans for the book changed, he freed it up for me to post on here. Hope you like it, and it's not too depressing. The story...
Best Interests
"Just so you know," says the human behind the wheel, "once you're in office all of this rinkydink undercover shit's going to go away." "Why don't you bitch some more, Emmett," deadpans the lion from the passenger seat of the nondescript rental...