Catching Cinders Paralogue 15.5: Sword of Damocles
… **Week Thirty-One…** _...Monday: Elan..._ "Mister Ardor, are you still with us?" Elan startled, mortified. _That was supposed to be a blink._ The lecture hall echoed as stragglers shuffled out the back doors. For all intents and purposes, he and...
Catching Cinders Ch. 15: Derecho
##### * * * … **Week Thirty…** Two fire-types growled atop messy sheets: a tangle of thrashing limbs and snaking tails. Blue and gold sparks skipped like stones over the surface of the bedspread with every exhalation. The Ninetales...
Catching Cinders Ch. 02: Worst Case Scenario
* * * **…Week Five…** Elan had his paws curled underneath his yellow miniskirt as he scrolled through his assigned reading. It was for his costuming class next Monday. He’d learn to love clothes and sewing back in high school but this textbook was...
Catching Cinders Ch. 04: Unicorn Hunt
* * * **…Week Eight…** Elan and Calig sat next to each other at the _Brick’n’Mortar_, Flynt U's campus cafe that had picked up the unfortunate nickname of “The Brick.” True to its name, the interior facade was red brick walls and fake cherrywood...
Catching Cinders Ch. 07: Lucky Pull
* * * **…Week Twelve…** Elan sat on his father's lap, body swathed in the warmth of his mane. It was the kind of comfort that made it hard not to doze. Tyson's knot slowly throbbing against his prostate was certainly a compounding factor. He...
Catching Cinders Ch. 05: Ground Rules
* * * **…Week Ten…** Elan covertly peeked at Owyn over the top of his phone. The Arcanine was sprawled over the couch, shirtless and beer in hand. Elan’s nose wrinkled, but he hid it behind his phone. _Fuck he stinks when he drinks. And not...
Catching Cinders Ch. 08: Stick The Landing
* * * ## **...Week Fourteen...** Elan stared down the grey townhouse out the back window of Tyson's pickup. Tyson's truck was supposed to have passenger space but Owyn was so huge he had to push his seat all the way back just to fit....
Catching Cinders Ch. 17 : Climax (They Fuck Good)
… **Week Thirty-Two…** Elan sat in the master bedroom of his childhood home, a wave of sudden nostalgia washing over vix. The bed he sat upon was different: large enough to accommodate him, Owyn, and Calill. It was more comfortable, too. The actual...
Catching Cinders Paralogue 12.5: Sneaking Peeks
* * * _Aideen_ **...Christmas Eve...** The fabric of Aideen's red silk gown slid upward, revealing black stockings and matching lace panties. Tyson's growls were as warm as his hands. "Personally, I have much more important things to...
Catching Cinders Paralogue 13.5: Best-Laid Plans
**…Week Twenty-Six…** The salt that crunched under Elan's pumps sounded like concession. Swollen paws meant heels had been off the table for weeks, and the only shoes that matched his dress would be decimated by slushy sidewalks. His dress was...