Churchmouse
I really don't like how this one came out, but hey. I said I'd have something each saturday. * * * "As I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep..." He intoned the old prayer in the same sing-song rhythm as always. After so many years,...
That Old Cliché
Dorian wasn't the sort of mouse to enjoy his slight frame or his diminutive stature. While some of his rodent friends might claim that it made him unique, that it marked him as something special among the ever-growing myriad of people all towering...
In Pursuit of Good Housekeeping
A brief disclaimer! This isn't really furry stuff. Nor is it really plot-heavy stuff. Actually it's about a bunch of dudes doing dude things with their dude parts. I actually wrote it as part of a dare in about an hour and a bit, so... Um, yeah. Well,...
On Befriending Kobolds.
When he woke, he found he couldn't recognize where he was. It wasn't just that the odd wooden streaks above him were of completely alien design and construction, it was that the very sensation of softness and warmth he found he was enveloped in was...
Lonely Old Roscoe
The rain didn't disrupt Roscoe's day all too much, as he seldom ventured beyond his garden regardless of the weather. The incessant pounding of water against his windows was enough to infect him with the seasonal sour mood of the socialites,...
Faun
Hey guys! It's been about six months since I wrote anything smutty. Sooo, yeah. * * * A young man, Jonathan by name, crunched his way through snow and fallen leaves with his eyes on the black and white sight of snow on soil below him. His hands were...
Mr. Smith's Teague.
This is bigger, longer and uncut compared to my other submissions here! It's some dumb steampunk thing I've been meaning to write and the start of a series, though it looks like that isn't coming in much until later. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it. ^\_^...
Holiday Special
Hey everybody! I decided I need to write something to celebrate Christmas, so I was all like, "nothing says Christmas like buttsex." So here we are. This story here could be considered sort of a _sequel_ (that's a scary thought) to _On Befriending...
A Cafe in Sackville
"Wake up." Oliver became aware of a weight above him, pressed gently against his shoulders and hips. A familiar muzzle was pressed against his neck, a tongue lulling out of it to lick over his short fur. The drowsy sugar glider raised his paws to rub...
Painting an Astronomer
Alternatively titled "Paint Me Like One Of Your French Girls." Sorry if the formatting is really weird! * * * It was certainly cold, but he did his best to assert that the chilly weather was irrelevant. What mattered here, now, on this particular...