Stars and Stripes 2: Star Harder

"It's a nice day... We should really work on the garden." You throw a light punch; the tigress lets it hit and responds with an even lighter tap to your head. "I know you did,...

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Tales from Sector COW

\>Your rental bike arrives to the assignment center late, as it does most mornings. You don't complain, though: the bikes are working as intended. You should have simply slept less and arrived earlier. After all, you have the privilege of living in the...

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Heated Blanket

The bliss of the early morning was broken by a buzzing alarm -- then by twin groans. Rebecca reached over and hit the snooze button on the old clock. The tigress slapped at it twice, worried about cracking the antique plastic. She burbled...

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Leftovers for Valentines

Something is wrong with Rebecca. You surprised her with a box of chocolates and a little outfit change when she came to get you from the library at the end of the school day, but you didn't expect her to be...

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Spider Slayer in the Spider's Lair

James whistled. "That's a big one." The inflatable pumpkin he was looking at was indeed big. Vanessa didn't want to think about how much it must've cost. The neighborhood they were driving through had decorations on...

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ND: Yeen Path Day 3

\>Fuckfuckfuck \>You're going to be late. \>You search frantically through your apartment for your wallet, haphazardly dressed. Your morning has been nothing but trouble, and your afternoon is looking to be little better. Last night was rough;...

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A Sultry Snuggle with a Tigress

A notification popped up on Mishti's phone; the tigress' ears perked at the familiar .mp3 of swords clashing. She paused her warm-up stretches to check it, grabbing it from her little sling bag near the mat. She smiled at the graphic of a...

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The Welcome Committee

Americans... You've half a mind to get a refund for your flight; they didn't' clap like seals when the plane touched down. The pervasive smell of sweets and high-calorie fast food in the...

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