A Bad Day

The kitchen was filled with the sensations of stir-fry. The smell of cooking oil, spices, and meat drifted about the air with the sound of sizzling veggies. Abby felt the occasional splatter against her apron as she peered past steam to...

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Game-Bear Girl: A Berry Pizza and a Bearial

Settling in with Babbs has been an experience. You've been around anthros before, but never quite so close. Especially not a girl. Those aspects of her don't really make her much different, you think. She doesn't cough...

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Low-Light Date-Night

It isn't difficult to spot Joanne in the parking lot. Being eight feet tall has that effect. The forest parking lot is full of extra-large, anthro-sized vehicles, but you recognize her Porsche among the other SUVs....

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A Little Getaway

The porchlight was on. It seemed even brighter in the darkness of the woods. They'd arrived late, thankful that there was 24 hour check-in at the main building. Anon sighed along with the Hilux when he finally parked and...

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Tiger milk

It happened while Rebecca was pounding Anon into the bed hard enough for the frame to creak. In other words, a night like almost any other. The human was in bliss beneath her like usual, overwhelmed by her huge...

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Tequila on the Beach

\>Be (You). \>Amateur archaeology student turned global controversy. \>Turns out not only are furry God things being real is political, but them only being from certain religions is also political. \>Zayne had the _Abraham_ double time it back down...

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Negligent Discharge: the Complete Rebecca (Normal) Path

**Chapter 1: Introduction** "Anon." "Talia." The she-wolf hardly looks up from her "SURVIVAL" magazine as you lug your gear by the little RSO shack. She doesn't check your membership...

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Christmas Tiger Cake

"Anon, you need to knead it more. It won't rise enough otherwise." "I'm doing the best with what I have! Sorry I don't have big, fat paws..." Rebecca growled playfully and swatted him with her...

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Post-Work Relief

Opening the door from the garage felt like being blasted with an arctic wind. Anon pushed forward into the cold living room, a rolling bag half as large as him in tow. Rebecca sighed when she crossed the threshold; her claws curled...

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