Invasion of the Space Worms: Contact
The truck rumbled to a stop on the outskirts of the silent, desolate town. Combat boots thudding to the road as the squadron jumped out to take position finally broke the eerie silence holding sway over the abandoned burg. The captain, Zach Fried--a...
Motion of the Ocean
Andrew was not having a good day. Sure, it was supposed to be—who wouldn't enjoy a sunny day at the beach with his friends? Feeling the ocean salt in his fur, the cool water and the warm sun, the sand and the sound of waves; he may have been a bat,...
What They Have
Vulcan wasn't sure what to expect as he made his way up the mountain pass, occasionally glancing at the fiery sunset that lit the valley below in hues of orange and red. The typhlosion had spent the day in anxious waiting, visiting his friends and...
[Commission] Branching Out - A New Business Model
Far below the tiny plane, its shadow drifted upon cool blue water of the wide-open sea. Flick gazed out the window, leaning his forehead against the plastic frame as he tried to keep his nerves in check. This was it. He was doing this. The idea had...
The Young Anon's Groom: Chapter 1
The hustle and bustle of the auction hall is oddly soothing. Even with so many men, women, and Others packed into a relatively small space, the murmur of excited conversations lends the air of the place a boisterous energy. Of course, backstage is an...
[Commission] The Making of a Broodmare: Part 4 - Heat and Rut
Grunting. Panting. Huffing and growling. The sounds echoed throughout the cavern, bouncing off of the various treasurfes piled high above the nest of silken cushions in which the two dragons lay. Caristos struggled a bit, pulling his limbs and tail...
[Commission] The Making of a Broodmare: Epilogue - Mates, Or Close Enough
The fresh summer air buffeted him, holding him in its embrace. Warm; warm against the scales of his body even high up the mountainside, but not warm enough to match the eternal inferno burning in his breast and through his bones. He loved this;...
[Commission] A Cat-and-Mouse Game
Thomas Hitchens had had enough. Once he was finished cleaning the mess left on his porch—blood was a bitch to get off of durasteel without one of those fancy-schmancy deatomizers, so the better part of the morning was spent just on that—the man took...
Orc Breeding 5: The Tale of Cumdump
The horn sounded, cutting through the bustling thrum of the orc camp as the gates swung open. Boars young and old gathered to watch as the human entourage rode through, high above the orcish men on their mounts with their forms completely covered by...
[Commission] Cleaning Up House
The usual murmuring and rumbling of the officers filled the large debriefing room, though a subdued air hung over the gathered mammals as they settled into their seats. Nick stood at attention next to Rhinowitz by the door, trying to keep his gaze from...
[Commission] A Toy's Purpose: Revelation
The halls of the manor echoed with debauchery. Low groans, sighs of pleasure, and cries of tortured bliss from the pred Toys being used, abused, and played with by their prey Masters filled the hallway and spilled from the rooms that the pair passed by...
Sunday, Comfy Sunday
Outside, the sun had already risen above the horizon to shine its light on the quiet neighborhood below. A pair of wolves, dressed in athletic shorts and tank tops and already panting from the morning heat, were huffing and puffing as they jogged down...