Feel the Bass
My heart pounded in time with the deafening bass as my feet stomped out a rhythm I felt more than heard. All around me, people writhed, bounced, spun, and danced under twirling colored lights and rolling clouds of artificial smoke. I could scarcely...
A Pony and a Mare
Thudding bass and pulsing lights lined the street of the downtown district, urging the young and the wish-they-were-young to come inside and consume drink and dance. An impeccably-dressed pony walked slowly down the street, looking at each club front...
Understanding
"I fucking hate the jungle. I'm pretty sure my climate control unit is broken," Benji grumped as he tromped through the thick growth. His filtered breaths came hard through the speaker as he panted from the effort of traversing the tangled mess. "How...
Orange Slices 3: Spa Day Cliché
Good morning, afternoon, or evening, readers! I come to you with another installment of Maxie and his sexual adventures. I hope you enjoy it! ========================================= I cast a suspicious glare across the table at Steven, an eyebrow...
The Grand Hunt
We knew long before it happened that the end was coming. Like how the air before a thunderstorm tastes of ozone. Life just felt poised on the brink and nobody could put a finger on why. Then, the disappearances started. A handful here and there at...
Orange Slices 2: The Second One
# Orange Slices 2 It was another busy night at the Mixer, the heavy bass of the club music thumping in my lungs. I had just come off the dance floor after what felt like a year of wiggling and gyrating among other sweaty furs and had taken my favorite...
A Spirited Evening In
Damien had a secret. It wasn't one that he was ashamed of, per se. But he wasn't quite sure how he'd ever tell anyone about it. The son of wealth, his parents' passing enabled him to finally leave the shadow of their influence and leave to form his own...
Clara's New Perspective
The click clack of heels echoed down the bare hallways of the local community college. Clara rushed as best she could in the awkward footwear, a bundle of papers and a large three-ringed binder clutched in her arms. Her eyes scanned quickly over each...
Orange Slices 4: A Celebration
I've always been terrible at giving gifts. For my mom's birthdays as a kid, I'd always go the easy route and make a card. Surefire success: moms love that kind of thing. For my three siblings, I'd usually get them gift cards for whatever online game...
Orange Slices
Well what can I say really? The name's Max! Or, well, I go by Max, but my full name is Maxwell Bailey. I've always thought I was delightfully average. I never stood out in a crowd with my average height, auburn fur lacking any eye-catching patterns,...