Initiation
This is a story that contains sex acts and some light watersports between adult and young characters, including fathers and sons. Please do not read if you are under 18 or it is illegal to do so in your area. Please take time to donate to Nifty. They...
We Are Zoophiles
\*\*\*\*WARNING - This story contains elements of incest, male anthro on female feral, and male anthro on male anthro. If that's not your thing, please move on\*\*\*\* It started as a joke. Miles leaned his head against the window of the bus, eyes...
Therapy - Session 1
_The dalmatian sits down on the couch, pulling a black marker from the pouch of his hoodie. He whistles quietly to himself as he pops the cap off. He begins to trace a small pattern into the white part of his fur, carefully leaving the jagged outline...
Therapy - Session 5
_The dalmatian holds a handkerchief to his nose, giving a powerful sneak. He sniffles, eyes looking a little red. "I think I might be coming down with something," he say weakly, voice shaking. "I've already exhausted my supply of tea and still haven't...
The Herd
The moonless sky stretched into the inky black night, blending with the horizon. The Ram ducked his head low, inching across the yard. He was the last generation to have been bought up into slavery. The generations to follow would know nothing of life...
Booth41
The little red convertible blazed down the vast empty highway. The snow leopard squirmed about in the passenger seat. "Dyne. Hey, Dyne! Dyyyyyyyne! Pull over at the next exit. My butt's asleep." Dyne flicked the ash from the tip of his cigarette...
Cookies
Shelby fidgeted again as he tried to wrap his winter jacket tighter around his shoulders. "Mom," he said quietly, keeping his eyes lowered down to the floor. His tail flicked around, instinctively tucked low as the young retriever dipped his muzzle...
Werewolf's Thirst
This is a story that contains sex between an adult male, his son, and dogs. If that isn't your interest, feel no need to read further. Please, no one under 18, and do not read this where it is illegal to do so. Please take the time to donate to...
Family Tradition
My son leaned forward over the footstool, thighs splayed apart. His grey furred balls drooped between those soft thighs. He was a handsome snow leopard, like his father. His pink hole flexed and contracted in anticipation. "Dad, I'm ready," he...
Therapy - Session 6
_The dalmatian sits with his knees drawn up, scribbling away at a notebook. "Do you have any hobbies?" he asks, continuing to scrawl away his notes, face contorted in concentration. "I'm a writer. Well, a part-time, just-for-fun kind of writer. But...
Therapy - Session 2
_The dalmatian toys with a book, flipping through the pages. The cover is on the right hand size as he flips the pages backwards, occasionally grinning or snickering under his breath. He slides down onto his back, totally absorbed. "Have you ever...
Therapy - Session 4
_The dalmatian stands beside the couch, stretching his arms above his head before falling forward. His body slumps down as he reaches to touch his toes. "Staying flexible is important! In both sex and everything else," he says, still folded forward...