Sloppy Seconds
I hate calling for help. Maybe it's my natural feline independence. Maybe it's from growing up under a divorced father who was more interested in his nightly fucks from the bar than his own son. Either way, I could no longer pretend I wasn't in...
Fatherhood
"Shit!" The brown metal restroom door swung shut. Kenny forced himself to stare ahead at the beige tiles. The stream of his piss started to wane. Blood rushing to his cock made it impossible to empty the rest of his bladder. A bear had just come...
The Black Stable
The night is so hot you can feel the sheets sticking to your skin. The window is open, but there isn't a hint of a breeze. Cicaedas throb so loud you have to put the pillow over your head to drown them out. 'So much for a great family...
Dominatus
Fire. Darkness. Stone. They were Acheon's first impressions as his eyes slid open. There was a sense of vertigo, of disorientation that comes from waking up in an unexpected place. The huskey sat up carefully. His back was sore from lying on the bare...
Man of the House
I'm glad the water's cold. He's leaning on the side of the pool with the light playing in ribbons off of his chest. I've been watching him for ten minutes. We don't get many rhinos in Wisconsin, so he stands out from the yipping and splashing of...
This Is Budweiser
When Hank managed to open his eyes again, he saw the world through foggy glass. He squeezed his eyes tight and blinked them a few times. The effort to try and raise his head provoked a groan. His neck felt like a 2x4, and since his father was in...
The Foreman
"Looking good, there, lion!" "Yeah, work those hips, kitty!" "I gotta spot behind this wall I'm building with your name on it, pussy! Just say the word!" I'm burning from my muzzle to my ears by the time I duck in the front door. It feels like a...
Pantheon
I called her The Bitch. She ran on a mixture of diesel and hard liquor, which Bent-Bark swore was part of what made her so cantankerous. I'd pawned her off of him on my last visit to the wolf preserve while my own bike was in the shop. I winced every...
The Turning: A Lycanthropic Erotica
I dance to the drums of running paws, I taste the nectar of bloody flesh, I sing the ancient song to the skies. I run. I hunt. It was not always so.... This was it. I never really realized that it was until the plane touched down on the small...
King of the Orcs Part 1
Stedon remembered the first time he saw an orc. A small raid had come down from the mountains two springs past. Father hid the family in the root cellar while they ransacked the farm. The orcs stole the chickens and his mother's fresh-baked bread still...
An American Fox in Paris
Ki hadn't meant it to become a gay tour. A sight-seeing tour was how he preferred to think of it. Some of the sights just happened to include the ample number of gorgeous male furs who lived in France. Not that he'd played around. Far from it. The most...
I've Got a Secret
"Unngh! How the hell do I kill you?" Ken glared at the dark, hooded figure of the demon lord who stood booming laughter over the corpse of his character. For the fifth time. Ken lowered his head into his paws. He rubbed red-rimmed eyes behind his...