Country Hospitality
honey - what a name, honey moon! - was a redhead and a bear, just like her father, but that was where the resemblance ended.
The Trinket | Chapter Three [Comm]
### Chapter Three Blue's Clues Hunter stared at the page of figures in front of him, one of many in the two inch thick textbook laid open at the study table. The fennec had been attempting to read the same paragraph for the past several...
The Trinket | Chapter Sixteen [Comm]
### Chapter Sixteen The Christmas Party 14 years earlier... Agatha Tare gazed out at the motley collection of furs that milled about her. She noted a group of mildly overweight men eyeing the eggnog in the corner, glancing from each other to...
The Trinket | Chapter Fifteen [Comm]
### Chapter Fifteen Jack in the Box It had become a morning ritual to check DaringTare.com in hopes of seeing a notification waiting to be read in his inbox. And every morning, with unyielding regularity there was nothing for Hunter to...
The Trinket | Chapter Fourteen [Comm]
### Chapter Fourteen Pee-Pants "Hunter! Dude, wake up!" There was a paw on his shoulder, shaking him as the fennec's eyes shot up with a start. He yelled, looking around bewildered before raising a paw to clamp his mouth shut. He...
The Trinket | Chapter Thirteen [Comm]
Hunter had been putting his hopes on the mysterious honey badger ever since the meeting, deciding that if he had to take extra steps to conceal his predicament he would.
The Trinket | Chapter Twelve [Comm]
Managing his infantile desires, academia, friends, and whatever game he was now playing with this odd honey badger was getting to be a bit too much. alcohol. i need alcohol.
The Trinket | Chapter Eleven [Comm]
As the door opened, he was greeted by the sight of an relatively unassuming honey badger wearing a hoodie and jeans. "your library security's pretty scuffed, mate.
The Trinket | Chapter Ten [Comm]
### Chapter Ten The Letter Hunter spent the rest of the day walking around with little else on his mind other than the fact that he was in public with a wet pullup underneath his jeans. He only had one more class that day, a 6:00 P.M. coding...
The Trinket | Chapter Nine [Comm]
### Chapter Nine Radio Silence Hunter hit the refresh key on his keyboard for what must have been the hundredth time that day. Two days had passed since he sent out his message and the tab open to the website had remained pinned in his browser...
The Trinket | Chapter Eight [Comm]
### Chapter Eight DaringTare.com Hunter leaned back in his chair, his fuzzy arms stretched high over his head as he let out a groan of exhaustion. He felt something crack pleasantly in his upper back, and he sighed as he relaxed once...
The Trinket | Chapter Seven [Comm]
### Chapter Seven Discovery The semester wore on, and with the progression of time came the increasing difficulty of the subject matter that Hunter's classes were covering. None of them even compared to the mounting complexity that his...