The Change, part 1
Something I've been working on for a little while, now. It's set in Lithuania because... Well, because. Assume the characters to be speaking Russian, and this is just kind of translated for us. The city was quiet, but for the odd shout from...
You and I
I broke out of jail. I hid in a garbage truck and rode to a small town in the middle of the desert, about four miles from the prison. I had to ditch my prison uniform, and so I had to avoid town, lacking anything else to wear. I walked miles...
Aboard the Good Ship Eisenmann
Gabriel stared out the small port-hole window in in his cramped bunk room, his attention absolute. He looked down upon the top-sides of clouds, and, where they broke, he saw leagues and leagues of land at once, like looking down upon a titanic map. He...
You Make Me Cry
As Peter walked along, Miles froze, stunned to a stop mid-stride. He felt winded, like he'd been punched. The young buck, skinny and short for both his age and his race, stood dead still and stared at his boyfriend's back, like he suddenly wasn't sure...
Six Weeks in Hell: Day 9
William stood tall and confident on the street corner, one large arm draped round the shoulders of his diminutive pet fox, Alphonse. William was dressed in bluejeans, and a fur-tight neoprene exercise shirt under an unbuttoned plaid shirt. Alphonse...
Six Weeks in Hell
Alphonse knelt on the cold, concrete floor of the basement. His master, William, stood before him, setting up a range of devices on a small wheeled table. He didn't look down at his slave, and Alphonse did his best to remain perfectly still, awaiting...
Six Weeks in Hell : Day 5
Alphonse whined and moaned a little in his throat, unable to contain his internal tension. His master's paw passed up and down the length of his little cock, lubricated with a little K-Y, rubbing over his knot and squeezing his balls. His tail hole...
The Change, part 2
Victor awoke in the bathtub, his head resting on one of the pillows from the bedroom, the short lead pipe he used for defense against the insane victims of the Change still lying by his foot. Artyom lay curled up in his arms, still asleep. Looking...
Let Someone In - Part 1
Shaun sat on the couch, staring at the television without really seeing it. He was a nineteen-year-old white fox, with a thin, feminine frame he tirelessly worked to maintain. His almost unnaturally-cute and enticing body got the attention of the...