Special Assignments - Chapter One
Truth be told, I wasn't looking forward to starting at the University of Beldover, but if I was to finish my history degree, I had no choice. I was reflecting on that as I searched for a seat in the lecture theatre. The class was full of people who...
The Model
"Yeah, that's awesome. Keep doing just that!" The camera was flashing. I couldn't help but stare as the muscular, black and tan Doberman with cropped ears turned and flexed. The canine was sporting a pair of blue camouflage print briefs with _Alpha_...
Coming to Terms
Coming to terms with the fact that you like guys is hard, particularly when my best friend and I faced the realisation at the same time. I sometimes hear from others that they knew since a certain age or always had a feeling, but being gay came as a...
The Model - Chapter Two
"Here we are!" Kurt gestured to an apartment building overlooking the marina. The place looked like an old Victorian house, not uncommon in San Amador, with a slate roof and a tower standing regally in one corner. "Looks pretty," I mused. Although it...
Falling from Grace- Part I
One might say that I was a fool who fell from grace. I was a war hero, had land, status and a title. Yet I lost all of it due to an act of lust. I was Viscount Maugham, now I'm merely known as Hugh Maugham, if other Furs can bare to speak to me....
The Defector
For those of you alive in the 1980s, it probably brings back memories of cell phones the size of bricks, MTV and white Reebok pumps (I got through two pairs). However, it was also an era in which the Cold War still loomed over our lives. It was just...
Falling from Grace- Part II
I awoke the following morning and ate in the breakfast room with Arabella and Samuel. I could see work-furs, mostly Pitbulls and Mastiffs, walking past the window. There was no sign of Ted. The breakfast room was in the part of the house being...
Raging Skies
The pale blue sky stretched off into the horizon, blending into the sparkling grey water of the English Channel. High above, Reggie Atwell gazed over the sight from inside the glass cockpit of his Spitfire. His eyes were fixed in a determined...
Kreuzberg
Primo's Tale Primo Lorenz gazed out of the window of the Boeing 747 as it broke through the clouds. The lights of Berlin stretched out into the distance below. The weather was gloomy and vertical rain streaked across the plexiglass. Twelve hours ago,...
The Wanderer
They called him the Wanderer. The furs who dared to venture out often saw him walking down the abandoned highways or traversing the endless, dusty plains in the country. The Wanderer was a Coyote. Tall, thin and fulvous. He did not belong to any clan...
The Day the Music Died
Daniel was a handsome Foxhound, my first love in fact. I was a smaller and skinny looking Border Collie, which marked me out given the typical athletic stature of my breed. Yet Daniel always made me feel confident and happy. I remember it was a...
Down in the Valley- Part I
It is possible to get what you want, but it comes at a price. That was what I discovered during a fateful trip to Africa. My name is Ralph Walter Travers. I'm a Fennec Fox serving with the King's African Rifles. I'm about to go into in a fierce battle...