Health Insurance
_Ugh. All a bunch of crackpots,_ thought Heather, swinging her legs over onto the black leather table. Oh, well, it can't be worse than last time. Stress relief therapy was one of the newer services her health insurance company offered, and her...
Communicator (Ratchet & Clank: Rift Apart Fan Fiction)
The signal booster made a twang, much like an old Terran coin, as Rivet tossed it in the air a few times with her robotic thumb. She detached Clank from her back and set him down on the bar table. Sticking her tongue out, the lombax opened his chest...
Setting Two Is Never Enough
I bite my lip and try to give him the cutest smile. My husband, my darling husband of two years, he puts his finger on my lips, right where my incisors are. "Please, please, please," I say. "Nope," he says in that subdued whisper of his. "I need you...
Camila Cums
"Wakey, wakey," said Miles, padding into Camila's room, tray balanced in his hands. "Breakfast time." Camila shifted and squished her pillow into her face. "Ten more minutes, Butt." Her massive tail stirred, absentmindedly pushing her bedsheet off one...
Liora's Lamentations; or, The Silver Rings
It was an hour ago that Liora the raccoon, collecting firewood out in the Great Forest, had caught sight of the robe-clad figure in her peripheral vision. Armed with the more routine spells her own stainless steel toe rings proffered (silent footfalls;...
Spooktober—October 2022 (Supernatural Horror/Orgasm Denial)
Anastasia squeaked and squirmed away from her friend's probing finger, her wing claw threatening to poke one of his eyes out. "Quit it!" "Anya, you're a walking cliche. A vampire? Again?" She ran her fingers through his disheveled hair--a wig meant...
Video Games Are Fun
Miles and Camila sat on the floor, legs crossed, fingers flexing and curling at breakneck speed as they negotiated the hostile terrain on their living room TV screen. "I'll lead, Butt! Get behind me." Camila stuck her tongue out and switched to an...
Guili-Guili
For Frannie, art was no laughing matter. Or so she thought. "All right, you lovely, _lovely_ people!" The stoat, facing the motley crew of art students, clapped his tan palms together. "Remember what I said last class about distractions getting in the...
WebbedToesMD: On the Perils of Bedroom Bondage
Medical maladies had become his favorite pastime. Well, reading up on them, anyway--the Internet had a host of websites for him to peruse. "Vaginismus," he said under his breath, eyes darting back and forth between the computer screen and his...
Naughty Nira (Kinktober: Rubber/latex)
Nothing but Nira's mewling and the nervous clicking of her toe claws could be heard in the empty halls of the manor as she made her way to the front door. She snatched the envelope out of the mail pupper's paw and retreated to the dining area. A minute...
Out of the Frying Pan into the Fire
November 30. Just a few more hours and I can get out of this goddamn dump they call a kitchen. "Elijah, quit fidgeting already and get that onion soup ready. That's the dude sitting in the corner. Fucker keeps trying to look into the kitchen." Yeah,...
Paw Touch-Up Dust-Up (Kinktober: Tickling)
"Ready to have your palms painted, Heather?" The artist scrolled through his color palette. "Falco specified a nice gray for them." Heather looked down at her hands, opening and closing all eight fingers. "Yep." She smirked and thrust her hands out of...