Nyandemic Story, pt. 20
And thus ended the shortest interaction I'd _ever_ had with them. I tottered inside, shut the door, slumped against it, and slid down to the floor, then winced and leaned forward to un-kink my little stub of a tail out from under me. _Just shoot me...
Nyandemic Story, pt. 23
I bristled, but couldn't quite bring myself to pull away from her touch; instead, I turned my head and brooded – at that, at the thought that there might not even _be_ much I could do about these instincts, and at the reminder of how I'd spent the...