Thief's Necklace
Thick, fluttering foliage surrounded me as I weaved my way through the forest's wooden labyrinth. "_Moon's Shadow... Doesn't sound too inviting..._" I muttered to myself, loosening the black hood under which disclosed my hidden armoured body. The round...
Thief's Map
It was an easy life to be honest. No taxes, no credits. I woke up whenever I wanted to. I start my work whenever I feel like it. Usually, I'd opt for the time after dusk had set. Sometimes, if I was feeling a lucky, I'd begin to work during the day....
The Burger Joint
I'm a little chubby otter; short legs, short arms and a thick tail. The glasses don't really help with my nerdy image, especially when you're hiding a few pounds under your brown fur. I come from London but currently travelling in the US with my mates...
Dirty Talk for the Submissive
Author's note: This is a long, dramatic monologue to help the submissive furs under us let off some steam! This story won't be a descriptive one, but an oral experience. This is the first time that I've written something for the fandom since I am...
Horny Halloween Teaser
Since "Halloween" is right next our door, creeping up with its cold wind, I wanted to share a little teaser for the festivity. For my watchers, I'm sorry I haven't kept you updated for a while. But the IB Diploma is more demanding than it...
Cub Slave
**Early Summer** My life as a foot slave had begun when I was just a young otter cub. I remember the first time I smelt the maw-watering stench of hind-paws. It was during a warm summer's day. I was, like any 7 year old cubs, playing around; jumping,...
How to be a Good Dog
The heavy scent woke me up. My canine nose twitched as I slowly opened my eyes. My master's thick armpit fur were covered in the nightly sweat that'd build up after our ritualistic breeding. His big broad arm wrapped around my frame. I started panting,...
Make him Squeal
Farmhouse It was a blistering hot summer's afternoon. The tiles sizzled under the booted orc. This muddy pale jeans, as the 48 year old farmer walked from his garden into the living room. The cool smell of dirt only momentarily fanned away the rising...
Apples and Trees II
Forest Valley was built at the foot of a grassy incline leading to a dense collections of linden trees. The constant chirping seemed almost foreign for the two ex-city dwellers. One single road led travellers and commuters, however little there were,...
Apples and Trees IV
Ron and Jr sported the same, albeit differently sized, light brown cargo shorts. The pup wore a baggy camouflage t-shirt while his dad's tank top clung onto this frame. Both sat at the table finishing their breakfast together. The morning sun warmed...
Apples and Trees III
On Sundays, everything was closed. Not even the water fountain worked. The silence was one of the many unfamiliarly confusing aspects about country life. Jr and Ron both were accustomed to the constant drone of cars, foot traffic, and the occasional...
Snow on White Fur
There are either functional relationships or dysfunctional ones. Relationships filled with affection, love, mutual respect are the ones Fannar, a white fox, could only wish for. Since childhood, the lithe little vulpine was shy, timid, and couldn't...