The Safeword is 'Papa' (ch.2)
"Sooooh...?" I was focused on stamping footprints into the snow and wasn't paying attention when Daddy... err, _Nick..._ paused to lean against the shed wall, arms crossed, looking at me. "So what?" "So what was up with you at the hustle...
The Safeword is 'Papa' (ch.4)
Allow me to set the scene for you. It's late at night. Pouring down rain. The inside of my van reeks of humidity, dirty laundry and decades of cannabis abuse. There's a soggy orange fox sitting on my mattress in just his khaki shorts, toweling himself...
The Safeword is 'Papa' (ch.3)
Rain hammered the sheet metal roof of my van. I could not sleep, and after three glass bottles of Starbucks® vanilla-flavored Frappuccino® chugged in rapid succession I had become a living conduit of impotence and pent-up homosexual rage. I wanted...
Wine Coolers, Chapter 2
Morning had just begun to slant through the blinds when Nick's alarm went off. "Umfggg..." He slapped at the obnoxious noise with a gloved paw, twisting uncomfortably on the couch. Wait. The couch? Why was he - Cracking an eyelid, Nick...
The Safeword is 'Papa' (ch.6)
Down a flight of worn stairs, the floorplan opened onto an egg-shaped dome seemingly carved into the very bedrock. The ceiling rose to a rounded point almost four stories above us. At the center of the limestone egg where the yolk might have been was...
Wine Coolers, Chapter 3
"Mmmph!!" Nick couldn't be sure who made the noise - him or her. They were wrapped up in eachother, tangled together, her legs around his waist, his paws cupped under her ass. Tongues intruded into foreign mouths as Nick's head swam in frantic...
The Safeword is 'Papa' (ch.8)
The air from the slowly-churning fan lanced my face as I laid there in the dark, gently combing my fingers through his fur. Nick had fallen asleep on me. The little cunt pocket. For the longest time I just stared up at the ceiling, watching...
The Safeword is 'Papa' (ch.5)
Star wipe to two weeks later, I have become a certified bag of ass. I haven't showered in three days. My fur is matted and sticky with sweat and other miscellaneous fluids. Crumpled cigarette filters litter the ground wherever I am, and I'm getting...
Wine Coolers, Chapter 4
Judy awoke to a world of brilliant orange. "Mmmf..." Whatever was pressed against her face smelled good. Warm. Manly. Like one of those body wash commercials she was always catching on TV. It took a good five seconds for her brain to come around....