RockJaws: Connie Gets Coffee
"One black with whip and one Pumpkin spice latte with a shot of espresso," Connie ordered, barely glancing up from her phone. Vicky had sent her the newest set of lyrics to work with, along with concepts and ideas on how the song should sound. First...
Roadie Chapter 9: A New Look
It started out like any other morning. Alarm off, the urge to stay in bed despite it, and the regretful rise to actually waking in the new day. Yawning wide and stretching, the pink leopard went about his usual morning routine. Showering, brushing...
RockJaws: The Manager
The alarm waking her up would have been a blessing. Just one day where Deborah could wake up on schedule, get up to have some instant coffee, a shower, and breakfast, before starting the workday. But no. Instead, she had to wake up to the sound of her...
RockJaws: Stereotypes
"Go ahead and sing for me, you pathetic excuse for a yeen." Vicky reeled as the crop struck against her exposed tush. Fists clenched, she bit harder against the rubber ball strapped into her mouth. Impeding her voice, the hyena forced whatever...
Sins of Our Elders: Chapter 7
David was on edge. That was, generally, the point of riding a dirtbike if he was to be honest. Having the engine right underneath his crotch, guzzling fuel as he drove down roads, offroad, and occasionally onto freeways in the dead of night. What he...
What A Vacation (Commission)
Florida had a certain mystery to it. Audrey found herself pondering it as she watched the clear blue sky from the passenger side of their rental, her girlfriend driving along the highway with a smile across her face. The squirrel hadn't been to the...
Sins of Our Elders: Chapter 6
He could have afforded a good hotel. It wouldn't have been local, but it'd have been better than a motel six. David sighed, front teeth grinding against the cigarette in his mouth as the hound struggled with the lighter between his paws. Lorraine's...
Roadie Chapter 13: Her Parents
She was quiet. Felix felt the tension in the air throughout their trip, watching Tiffany as though there was a force weighing down on her. Attempts to talk were politely deflected, with excuses of headaches that he knew were lies. At first, he let it...
Sins of Our Elders: Chapter 5
She probably should have called ahead. Amethyst bit her lip while waiting on the front porch of her mother's house. It used to be her house as well, and there always would be a place for her if she and Helga had enough issues that forced her to move...
Sins of Our Elders: Chapter 4
Blowing the head off a demon had some cathartic feeling to it. Originally Amethyst popped in the game because she wanted something violent, something she could push all her frustration into and imagine each and every enemy as someone she wanted to hit,...
Sins of Our Elders: Chapter 3
Sometimes it was better to watch. Helga relaxed into her throne, the black leather cushions straining with movement. Spreading her legs, she slipped a finger down between her lips and massaged her clit with her thumb, watching the display set about...
Sins of Our Elders: Chapter 2
_Beep. Beep. Beep._ Joyce's eyes snapped open at the incessant banging of her alarm. Pushing off her covers, the vole yawned and sat up from bed, rubbing her eyes before she walked across the room to turn her clock off. Up and about, she made her way...