A Striped Tail Chapter 11: The Thief and the Assassin
There's always multiple sides to all stories. Every person has their own lives that they live. Things that they do. People that they meet. They all fight their own little battles. And as Jace was going about obtaining a sword, Stella and Jersa were...
A Striped Tail Chapter 9: Danger in the Alley
The Hogs Head was at least a proper establishment. Nothing like the Broken Stool at all; the complete opposite. The only thing the two had in common was that they both served what could be considered alcohol. The owner of the bar was a rather jolly ram...
A Striped Tail Chapter 5: Artificers and Assassins
It's time to explain what an Artificer is, or perhaps what an Artificer does, either one works. An Artificer is someone who deals with clockwork. Now, clockwork can have much, or nothing, to do with actual clocks. It's all about gears, springs, screws,...
A Striped Tail Chapter 17: Witchcraft Basics
Jace laid a bit stunned on the bed, unsure of what had happened. There had been a knock on the door and Jersa had flipped him off of her. It had actually been quite disorientating as it took him a few seconds to regain his bearings. Eventually he...
A Striped Tail Chapter 6: Value of a Clock
Sometimes sanity can be as simple as the tic of a clock. Something that brings memories of a better time, or a better place. The not-so-simple pocket watch ticked loudly as it sat upon the table beside Jace. It had taken him two hours to take apart,...
Pups, Locks, and Horsecocks
His thick striped tail swished contentedly behind him. this was what good pups did. he moaned as bob took a gentle grasp of his balls.
Persuasive Perfume
His dark plush white-striped tail flickered and curled behind him as he tried to find words. "p-please, don't," he panted. "don't stop."
Life is a Bitch Chapter 1
The skunk tugged lightly on his large black and white striped tail and thought carefully. "hmmm it sounds like you're in trouble." the skunk stated with a bit of sarcastic tone to it.
Story Fragment - Once again, ramblings from a fractured mind...
He was late for his class, his dark striped tail flat against his jeans and his black eartips quivering.
The Dragon in the Dungeon: Reimagined: Volume One: Damn That’s a Long Story!
"you mean the black urd'thin with the gray striped tail, and the cool guns, masturbating _to_ his cool guns in that grove of trees?"
Summer Camp Pick-Up
The coati's bushy striped tail wagged incessantly, brushing against the wolverine's nose and wrapping lovingly around his neck like a scarf. it stayed there as he massaged the twin hams until he buried his nose between the two magnificent cheeks.
Stuffing
His purple-striped tail shifts around behind him as he makes his way across the yard, light paws propelling him towards his target, an open window.