Playing Matchmaker

It was a typical Friday night for Joseph, he was at his buddy Scott's waiting on the couch while in the next room he quietly argued with his mom. The yellow lab stretched out with a sigh wishing that just once his weekend would go a little...

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Her Girlfriend's Father: Her Plan

Ashleigh never found it strange when she was between the wolf's legs. She didn't object to his firm paw on her head, pushing her up and down slow enough that her tongue could lick and lather and work on his cock with an eager moan. She didn't feel bad...

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Mrs Robinson

**Mrs Robinson** It was still dark out and the digital clock on the bed side cabinet read '05:30am', peering though the crack in his bedroom curtains a youth barely in his teens watched as the light went on in the next door neighbors bed room the...

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Looking After the Boys: Collin

Riley stood in front of the very familiar house that he'd seen to house-sit many times. He picked up his bag, slung it over his shoulder, and walked up to the front door. He knocked on the door and waited for a response. The door swung open revealing...

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Jane's first sight of Flame (Chapter 2 of my second Yu-Gi-Oh story)

Flamewarrior woke up, yawning loudly as he gazed down at the green dragoness, smiling warmly at feeling her leathery wing across him as a blanket. He gently moved Therena's wing, causing her to stir and pop open her eyes, smiling at the tiger. He...

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The Old Man

**The Old Man** "Do not leave me alone." I stared hard at these words, written in decorative cursive that the old man had given to me on a paper that had been torn out of his notepad. I was flabbergasted, knowing full well...

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Presents

A light snow fell outside, enough to dust the lawns, to frost the windows, to bless the rooftops with a gentle nightcap for the perfect winter's nap. Barton sat contentedly by the fireside, a cup of hot chai and a few ginger snap cookies (both of...

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Revelations

_The Getaway_ had only failed to open on time twice in its long and respectable history. Once was due to the horrifying weather of Hurricane Sandy cutting just a wee bit too close for comfort, and even then the store only opened late. The other...

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Choice

Perhaps the hardest thing that Barton ever did was to force himself to pretend not to care too much. The young rabbit would have a tough enough time trusting him not to turn them in to the authorities, much less believe that he actually wanted to...

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Throwaways

The morning light stole in, as it always did, eventually, even after such a long and frightening night as Hallowe'en. For the young female rabbit crouched down behind a dumpster in the filthy back alley, the real terror was just beginning, again, as...

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Roll Away Your Stone

Roll Away Your Stone Ruth groaned as the doorbell rang again, one of those long chiming tunes that his mother considered entrancing. Ode to Joy, an ironic tune, he thought, carried through the house and air and woke him, insisting that he move and...

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Cake delivery

Bailey loitered outside the bakery, rubbing his sooty black paws together against the cold. The russet coloured fox stood off to one side in a little alleyway, one eye on his little green scooter, and both ears trained on the bakery staff to hear the...

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