Of Mice & Manhoods: November
Mitzi Carrington--not her real name--was a queen of the tabloid television kingdom. She was beautiful in every sense of the word, the work of an absolute consummate artisan. His chisel had sculpted from simple flesh a face of delicate perfection, with...
Of Mice & Manhoods: August
"Thank you for the cool down, ladies. You're the best trainers around." The mouse eased his cock down, careful not to fling any more spunk around the locker room than he had to. Sure, the two squirrels in their aerobics gear didn't mind a shellacking...
Of Mice & Manhoods: May
Lorena Dunbar hated her job. That hadn't always been the case; as a young up-and-comer she'd been thrilled by the idea of clawing her way up through the ranks of this monolith and it _had_ been fun, at first. No one expects sheep to be the predators on...
Of Mice & Manhoods: February
"Good morning, mister"--there was the brief sound of papers being flipped--"Williams." The nurse spoke with artificial interest; in reality, the fox was so tired after ten hours on the floor that if frogs started raining from heaven it probably...
Famous Last Words... (Preview)
Michael wasn't exactly sure what he'd expected from Bella Haven's School for Wayward Ladies. The name alone carried a sort of elegance to it. It was the sort of title that carried dignity, demanded respect, and suggested a long history for the storied...
Good Girls Don't
Modern life. What a delight. Instant lunches, heated seats, and all the wonders of a modern computer in the palm of your hand so you could work anywhere your bosses want. Fantastic. And it was upon one of those world-shattering devices Michael found...
Baby, It’s Cold Outside
The party. Or they called it, anyways. Tesni sucked in her breath and swallowed the eightieth canapé of the night. Weak, bland, a lump of unidentifiable something or other. And the hors d'oeuvres weren't very good either. The mouse engaged in trite,...
Pounded in the Ass by my 3D-Printed Rubberskunk Duplicate
"Listen, Bernie. I just don't think this is what I ordered." The mephit ran his fingertip over the box lid for the fiftieth time, squinting at what he thought was intended to pass for English but missed the mark by several time zones and maybe a...
When The Rhythm Hits You
A sharp clap and a wide smile brought the class to its scheduled stop, a dozen exhausted children of various species, none more than six, sitting cross-legged on the floor before their teacher. The mouse who served as teacher was worn just as much, but...
Lady Chatterlynx's Lover (Fourth Portion)
If the first days at the manor of Lionel and Victoria Chatterlynx seemed to be boiling over with excitement and carnality, reader, I do apologize for creating the impression that the estate existed solely for pleasures of the flesh. Indeed, within a...
Harder Education: Jenna
I ever get the chance to find the guy who invented alarm clocks, I'm gonna kick his teeth down his throat and tear out his eyeballs. I'd probably maul whoever came up with mornings too. What kind of nutjob wants to get up before the sun? Crazy people,...
Harder Education: Mitch
The janitor was going to have a _fit_. Was it Richie today, or was it Dave? Dave wouldn't care as much, but that fat bear hated cleaning up the senior bathrooms, especially the boy's room. How does someone who gets so touchy when you make him wipe up...