Foraging for New Beginnings
The job of a private detective didn't just involve performing investigations for a client. It never usually came down to the tropes a film noir fan like me usually expected from a standard mystery. There wasn't always a femme fatale, a shady client, or...
Cherry: Chapter 22 - Tithes and Offerings
After driving the truck as far south as central Wisconsin, Cherry and I visited the state capital's public library to make our return official. Under the cover of the library's ISP network, I used my laptop to...
The Otter Lad from the Sea
Once upon a time, I believed myself a great captain. I believed myself a well-respected captain of a pirate crew feared across the Atlantic. I did not know anything, however. My thirty years of experience on the Seven Seas could not prepare me for...
Between a Croc and a Rhino (Rimba Racer Fanfic)
_AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a work of fanfiction using characters from the animated series "Rimba Racer", which is copyrighted by Glue Studios and doesn't belong to me. I'm just a horny bastard who loves writing furry erotica and couldn't resist shipping...
Maverick Hotel Part 24
"Wait, what?!" Kevin stood up straighter. Next to him, Mary gasped in utter alarm and frightened shock. So did my father, who appeared as if he were on the verge of collapsing backwards on the bed. Mom, however, didn't hesitate to grab their suitcases...
The Return of Autumn (NSFW Patreon story)
We were kindred souls to Hades and Persephone. Much like those ancient gods of Greek mythology, an academic subject I passionately taught until my recent retirement, we were separated by the...
(Abandon All Modesty) Ye Who Enter Here
Months passed since I started working as a male stripper. Toddy Neon remained a steadily growing presence at the Desert Spice Saloon. As a young white fox dressed in an LED mask, the...
Maverick Hotel Part 17
_"Mfh, ah...yes...oh, Stephen, like that..."_ _ "Hold it tighter...Mmmm, stroke it a little harder...oh,...
Cherry: Chapter 3 - Blood on Fur
Blood stains aren't easy to wash from one's fur. Between bagging contaminated clothes in garbage bags and disposing of all physical evidence connecting me to a hit, the hardest part is removing any traces...
Fun on Heathen's Night
A part of me desperately didn't want to come that night. It'd been a long, arduous and tiring week in my office at Bushville's town hall; meetings to attend and budgets to approve. At the end of the...
Bittersweet Hint of Nostalgia
My health class curriculum in middle school had been a clusterfuck of epic proportions. To say the least, it notably did little to inform us about anything. It only provided the bare minimum a school district in...
Making the Enemy Moan (Remastered)
"Attention!" My command could be heard throughout the loud, rickety school bus. Whatever casual conversations they had immediately grew silent. Every newly minted soldier diverted...