The Safeword is 'Papa' (ch.8)
The air from the slowly-churning fan lanced my face as I laid there in the dark, gently combing my fingers through his fur. Nick had fallen asleep on me. The little cunt pocket. For the longest time I just stared up at the ceiling, watching...
The Drifter (ch.2)
As they cut deeper into the festering heart of suburbia, Bob let Fluff fiddle with his radio - something he usually never let anyone do under any circumstances. He followed the cub's barked-out directions, pulling off the main street and down a quaint...
The Drifter (ch.1)
"What's your name, cutiepie?" The van's tires scraped the curb as it inched along next to the sidewalk, making the bear behind the steering wheel wince and shift the wheel. These were his white-walled tires - recently bought and kind of...
In the Warm, Dark Cave (chapter 2)
"I love you," said Kharjo. Out loud. To where someone might hear. I tugged my cowl down tighter around my head, pretending not to have heard the Khajiit as I hastened my pace up the craggy mountain road. My arms were clenched tight around my chest....
The Naked Handcuff Dance (ch.1)
"Oh, _Miss Hopps?"_ Judy groaned in the little nest she'd made beneath her blankets as her phone alarm sounded above her. "Juuuuuudy." Her face scrunched up. "Babe." A familiar weight shifted against her. Fingers tickled against her ribs until she...
Wine Coolers, Chapter 4
Judy awoke to a world of brilliant orange. "Mmmf..." Whatever was pressed against her face smelled good. Warm. Manly. Like one of those body wash commercials she was always catching on TV. It took a good five seconds for her brain to come around....
The Safeword is 'Papa' (ch.7)
Nick had gotten us a hotel room in the gayborhood. The cheeky bitch. The gesture, sweet and romantic though it was, was completely lost on me at the time. We were too busy trying to kill each other with our tongues to notice the décor. I found...
The Safeword is 'Papa' (ch.6)
Down a flight of worn stairs, the floorplan opened onto an egg-shaped dome seemingly carved into the very bedrock. The ceiling rose to a rounded point almost four stories above us. At the center of the limestone egg where the yolk might have been was...
The Safeword is 'Papa' (ch.5)
Star wipe to two weeks later, I have become a certified bag of ass. I haven't showered in three days. My fur is matted and sticky with sweat and other miscellaneous fluids. Crumpled cigarette filters litter the ground wherever I am, and I'm getting...
The Safeword is 'Papa' (ch.4)
Allow me to set the scene for you. It's late at night. Pouring down rain. The inside of my van reeks of humidity, dirty laundry and decades of cannabis abuse. There's a soggy orange fox sitting on my mattress in just his khaki shorts, toweling himself...
The Safeword is 'Papa' (ch.3)
Rain hammered the sheet metal roof of my van. I could not sleep, and after three glass bottles of Starbucks® vanilla-flavored Frappuccino® chugged in rapid succession I had become a living conduit of impotence and pent-up homosexual rage. I wanted...
The Safeword is 'Papa' (ch.2)
"Sooooh...?" I was focused on stamping footprints into the snow and wasn't paying attention when Daddy... err, _Nick..._ paused to lean against the shed wall, arms crossed, looking at me. "So what?" "So what was up with you at the hustle...