3.4 - Flip Side
Adak hesitated, stopping outside the holo-suite doors. It wasn't that the snow rabbit doubted his ability to carry out his orders, though they _were_ rather unorthodox. He'd never been asked by his superiors to be seductive before! He'd already bred...
On the Side
"He's here, mistress," the otter announced demurely. Motes of dust and strands of fur floated around her. Her sleek, rudder-tailed frame was silhouetted in a golden ray of light, the late-afternoon sun making its presence known through the palace's...
Across the Street
It was just after nine-o'clock on a Saturday night, and the once-crowded restaurant was starting to become sparse. The air was faintly spicy and warm, a contrast to the wintry conditions outside. Snow fell. Thick, fluffy flakes covered the remnants of...
Private Showing
"I told you we should've left earlier," Field said as they rounded the corner. The golden-furred harvest mouse shoved his sleek smartphone back into his blue jeans. Twelve noon. On the dot. "We barely made it!" His whiskers twitched. "We're right on...
Strength of Signal
_ _ Meadow stared at the ceiling, bright blue eyes unblinking. They all but fired lasers. The harvest mouse was tense. _No, not tense. That's too clinical._ She huffed. _I'm steamed!_ There were knots in her back. They throbbed, making her shoulder...
Day For Night
_I hate weddings._ _But I love croquembouche! _ Meadow exhaled through her pink, sniffy nose, smiling happily as she chewed on a gloriously flaky dough ball. "Mm-f." The perfect French pastry. _Almost as good as an orgasm._ She swallowed and looked...
3.2 - Catbird Seat
"You keep looking around. Expecting company?" Sheila teased, laying on her side atop a tangle of sheets and blankets. She stifled a yawn. Posed as lazily as she was, her curves stood out far more than normal. The strong, lithe hare had always had a...
Here Comes the Sun
The short, supple harvest mouse, glancing at her gold-and-pink reflection in a full-body mirror, adjusted her sports bra before wriggling into a navy-blue sports t-shirt. She took a slow, cleansing breath. It had been a long, cold, and lonely winter....
Louder Than Words
The earth was alive, today! Rhythmic and pulsing, finally freed from the long, hard winter. The bitter cold? The heavy, oppressive snow? The ice? All of it was a melted memory, now, eclipsed by brightness and warmth. And color. Such color. Daffodil...
3.1 - New Positions
The mouse's ears, silhouetted in the darkness of the room, rose like moons. Eclipsing her view. "What was that?" "Huh?" was her slow, hazy reply. "That shaking," he whispered. "Prolly me," the rat slurred, sultrily, with a bona fide bedroom voice....
2.7 - Best Behavior
He didn't hear the door open. Or close. But he could sense her. He stiffened. Too late. A shadow moved. A phase pistol was pointed at his head. "Hello," the intruder said, simply. Giving him a thorough look-over. "Hmm." The fairly-toned bat...
2.6 - Fair Play
"Lieutenant Mirabelle, match course and speed." "Matching." Aria stepped forward, bobtail flickering tensely as she hovered behind the helm officer. "Draw us parallel the freighter." She crossed her arms. Arctic had penetrated into the UT and, at...