In the Bedroom
**This was another homework assignment, much like Night Terrors except that the exercise was meant to draw me out of my safe zone with M/F pairings. In this story Analise, a red-furred stoat, and Judith, a golden lion, have a bit of fun with...
Bound in Flame- Request
**This was done as a request; I'll name the requestee with his permission ^^ ** **Subject to revisions at the request of the, well, requester.** Bound in Flame By J. Raisor Prince Najhir lay beneath his cotton sheets, his head rested on...
Trapped 2.0
There was no light in the dank chamber; the young jackal male hung from the chains limply and prayed to his gods that soon he'd wake from his nightmare. His fine, black fur was soaked through to the skin, and as he shivered in the blackness he...
Chosen of Ashura 1- The God's Touch
Chosen of Ashura 1- The God's Touch. A Laodisia Chronicle story by Jessica Renee Raisor. The hot desert winds sent sand scouring her fur as it whipped about the dunes in a fury. The moon shone high in...
A Most Private Tryst 2.0
_ **Finally revised after three years XD I cleaned up a lot of errors, fixed redundancies, tried to fix the ending, and added a few more graphic descriptions. Also, I've deleted the older, rougher version.**...
Kingsman - The Silk Sheath
It was a tragically-named club, Eggsy thought, standing outside the non-descript building. Made of dark brick, tucked into an alley out of the public view of prying human eyes, The Silk Sheath was rumored to be the best place to find a mate. Their...
Down Once More
The following years had been kind to him. The gossip of the times washed away any mention of the incident, and his life was his own once again. He had a quaint little Victorian home a few miles away from the ruins of the opera house, in a quiet little...
Two Daddies
Johnny doesn't know if he likes Uncle Jim. He looks just like his Daddy Bear, but there's something off in his rich brown eyes and near-manic smiles. Uncle Jim scares John, but he also makes John feel good. So, so good. When Richard touches him, he's...
Chosen of Ashurha III: The Gods Hunger
First draft, hopefully it'll stop fucking up my text -\_- \_\_\_\_\_\_\_ "A message for you, Milady. It arrived during your meeting." Vorel took the scroll from the servant's outstretched hand and dismissed her with a nod. She unrolled...
Pop Goes the Weasel
**Pop Goes the Weasel** By Vorel Kurik _**Round and round the mulberry bush The monkey chased the weasel. The monkey stopped to pull up his socks And Pop goes the weasel.**_ They always come outside, right on time, eyes vacant as they...
That Scent Must Sustain (8): Above the Trees
Regardless of what Sherlock thought of him, Greg Lestrade was a decently observant man. Hard work had earned him the position of Detective Inspector, and though Sherlock ranted and raved about the Met's efficiency, hardly any cases went unsolved under...
That Scent Must Sustain (7): Works For Me
John woke late, alone in an unfamiliar room. _Sherlock's,_ he thought, a lopsided grin pulling at the corners of his mouth. He stretched as he slipped out from under the sheets, his joints popping with relief, before he moved to the shower. Fifteen...