Blood, Sweat, and Diesel: Chapter 2
"Here they come." Jas, the older coyote, said. "Hun... whah?" Bryan, the younger one, mumbled in his sleep, "Damnit Bryan, wake up!" As Bryan was shaken out of unconsciousness, the first thing he opened his eyes to was a broad black face, with...
Junior Year: Oh... Shit
"What the fuck is going on?" Mr. Arnold screamed into the window. He opened the door and dragged Haley out. She screamed, kicked and fought back; his grip was too strong. I got out of the car and went after her, but Mr. Arnold gave a quick jab to my...
At the End of a Long String
Disclaimer: This is the beginning of another dreadful saga of needlessly shed blood, pack values and disturbing violence. If you don't like the idea of a genuinely good person forced to do genuinely evil things, back away. But if you're willing to...
Eudaemon III: Rebirth / Act V, Part 7
Cherry sighed in relief as she rubbed at her back a bit, wincing and muttering about how it always felt sore after she was laying on her stomach so long... "Sorta like doin' it doggy-style over and over." She added, making both Cindy and Marina roll...
Eudaemon III: Rebirth / Act V, Part 3
"It's me." Huck said, but he sounded strained instead of his usual cheerful self, and the Drakkaren frowned a bit, looking down. "You'd better come and look at this, Boss... some pretty serious shit looks like it just hit the fan. I'm up waiting for...
Eudaemon III: Rebirth / Act IV, Part 2
He meant to walk to the double doors... but after a few paces he was jogging... then running, barreling through them and smashing the two oak doors open to the cries of a female in ecstasy... before staring ahead at a throne where Cherry seemed to be...
Somebody's Got To Do The Dirty Work - Part 1
Dalmatia at night is a sight to behold. Provided you've got my night eyes, that is. If not, all you can see is torchlight, flickering like an upside down starfield. Moving amongst it, small dots of light move set paths. Guards with torches. One with a...
SHK 14: The Artist-Engineer Part I
SHK 14: The Artist-Engineer Part I Orientation Five pokemon walked out that ceremony knowing their work was nowhere near finished. Ever since Windslash's and Crystals discussion on the last few experiments not located, they got the Rockets...
Harry's mother left for work
Harry sat on his bed, staring out the window as his mother's Subaru pulled out of the driveway. He always loved summer. It meant he had the whole house to himself when his mother went to work. He switched on his radio. The faint sound of Alt-J filled...
A Fox Behind Bars part 13
"i was clubbing, had this, this _floozy_," he spat, "a vixen, you probably know her," his casual speciesism made my fur bristle. "i was buying top shelf absinthe. me and my entourage were really partying."
Flash From The Shadows
Secondary, this story contains a touchy subject, racism or for us furries, speciesism. so trying to formulate, hateful dialog was a touch tricky being i'm not a racist person myself. it just took some breath holding to slip passed it.
Good Girl
My "furry" universe tends to make extensive use of speciesism as an endemic problem in society, or in universes where humans exist (such as the one in this story), furries tend to be second class citizens or even beings with no inherent legal rights.