Night Lights of July

The evening sky began to rise rather early around this time of year in the mountainous region of Colorado. Star clusters could already be seen dancing above alongside the large looming crescent moon as the light blanketed the landscape below. Looking...

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A Wishful Proposal (Aftermath)- TF story

"Welcome to my inner sanctum, Madam Vicky. Please, feel free to look around and make yourself comfortable" remarked the red djinn with an extended hand as he guided his mate partially down the open stairway from the portal entrance. Leaving her to...

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RiftVeil: Birds of a Feather have Fun Together (Multi-Avian TF story)

**RiftVeil: Birds of a Feather have Fun Together (Multi Avian TF)** "How you holding up?," asked the white-haired boy as he gave his girlfriend a hug, the sound of the closing shutters echoing up and down the deep tunnel. "I'm right here with you in...

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RiftVeil Labs: Thunder Struck

**RiftVeil: Thunder Struck (Anthro Werewolf TF)** Colin leaned back against his leather chair as he glanced down at the clipboard forms on the coffee table of the small entrance building. The 22 year old youth heard some buzzing rumors from people...

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RiftVeil Labs: Needs of a Taur

**Needs of a Taur (Coyote-taur TF)** Iarann adjusted his black leather jacket with a quick flex upon exiting the lift station of the facility, relief going over him for being out of that hot elevator shaft. Even though the ride was a mere five minutes...

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Confident Convict

**Confident Convict (Wolf to Crocodile TF)** It was the dead of night around 10pm in the evening, the low-light of the moon blanketing a batch of bushes as a large anthro wolf dove into the foliage from sight. As the last two cars left the front...

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Awakening of the Ancient Race Part 1

**Awakening of the Ancient Race: Part 1** The dense brush ruffled with each swing of Magnus's machete, leaves and branches flying left and right as the purple folf and his colleague trekked deeper into the jungle. It was the second day of their...

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