Dirty Talk for the Submissive
Author's note: This is a long, dramatic monologue to help the submissive furs under us let off some steam! This story won't be a descriptive one, but an oral experience. This is the first time that I've written something for the fandom since I am...
Horny Halloween Teaser
Since "Halloween" is right next our door, creeping up with its cold wind, I wanted to share a little teaser for the festivity. For my watchers, I'm sorry I haven't kept you updated for a while. But the IB Diploma is more demanding than it...
The Burger Joint
I'm a little chubby otter; short legs, short arms and a thick tail. The glasses don't really help with my nerdy image, especially when you're hiding a few pounds under your brown fur. I come from London but currently travelling in the US with my mates...
Cub Slave
**Early Summer** My life as a foot slave had begun when I was just a young otter cub. I remember the first time I smelt the maw-watering stench of hind-paws. It was during a warm summer's day. I was, like any 7 year old cubs, playing around; jumping,...
Apples and Trees
Tall skyscrapers rushed by and out of sight. The concrete jungle which the two rottweilers were accustomed to crumbled away in the rear-view mirror. Even the gloomy yet comfortingly familiar clouds seemed to prefer the metropolis as a fresh shade of...
Apples and Trees III
On Sundays, everything was closed. Not even the water fountain worked. The silence was one of the many unfamiliarly confusing aspects about country life. Jr and Ron both were accustomed to the constant drone of cars, foot traffic, and the occasional...
Apples and Trees IV
Ron and Jr sported the same, albeit differently sized, light brown cargo shorts. The pup wore a baggy camouflage t-shirt while his dad's tank top clung onto this frame. Both sat at the table finishing their breakfast together. The morning sun warmed...
How to be a Good Dog
The heavy scent woke me up. My canine nose twitched as I slowly opened my eyes. My master's thick armpit fur were covered in the nightly sweat that'd build up after our ritualistic breeding. His big broad arm wrapped around my frame. I started panting,...
Make him Squeal
Farmhouse It was a blistering hot summer's afternoon. The tiles sizzled under the booted orc. This muddy pale jeans, as the 48 year old farmer walked from his garden into the living room. The cool smell of dirt only momentarily fanned away the rising...
Apples and Trees II
Forest Valley was built at the foot of a grassy incline leading to a dense collections of linden trees. The constant chirping seemed almost foreign for the two ex-city dwellers. One single road led travellers and commuters, however little there were,...
Lumberjacking Off
He felt much better this morning; his nose was clear, his muscles no longer felt like he'd just hauled a douglas fir through a kilometer of rocky tundra...
The Legend of Spyro: Origins_Chapter 31
Behind them was shockwave and douglas, the demolition expert form the humans. "are the explosive ready, douglas?" parker asked at the demolition expert. "prime and ready to blow up sir" he answered.