In Over Your Head
_In Over Your Head_ Friday night. The club sound system pounded like a sledgehammer in her ears. The air was thick and sticky like the sickly-sweet drink she sipped carefully, so carefully. She hadn't paid for it—she never did—but...
Meet The Neighbors!
Beep. Beep. Beeee... The collie sighed and closed his laptop, rubbing the bridge of his muzzle. "Well, that's the end of the batteries. Not gonna get any more work done until someone gets the blessed power back up." He was obviously frustrated, though...
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...
A Night At The Knocksbury
A Night At The Knocksbury OR Riding On The Slutbunny Express A piece of undefendable filth (you know you love it) by Tyler David Coltraine Let's get this out of the way quickly: I Am A Slut. I'm easy like Sunday morning. I go down...
Topping Off Your Tank
So after four years of trying to finish this story, I finally did. The first part of this story (up to about "if you're offering free gas") was written in 2004; the rest in 2008. It's an extremely long story--some 16 pages!--but only consists of one...
Underhead Compartments
Underhead Compartments An Exploration Of Future Storage Methods From Tyler David Coltraine 1. The Trollop Has Landed LOG: JESHI ANDE, ENGINEER 3RD CLASS LOG ENTRY: DATE 39210-291-23-A Space is immensely fucking boring. There,...
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...
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...
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...
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...
Ballers: Pregame
The buzzer rang. The ball crashed into the rim, hovering for a moment as if gravity had taken a holiday, lingering...lingering...and then down it went, hitting the floor with a sickening slap of rubber against parquet floor. No basket, no points, no...
Lady Chatterlynx's Lover (Fifth Portion)
Devoted readers, I hope that in the time we have spent together that the impression of me that you carry in your mind is not that of a deviant man. I am no pervert, no skulking predator of the dark alleys who preys upon the delicate femininity of the...