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...
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...
Champion
The sun sank low as the ludus rumbled with noise and excitement. Throughout, warriors and nobles alike raised their glasses in celebration. Victory had arrived and now, as darkness began to fall, the sweat and blood washed away from their bodies while...
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...
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...
Therapy - Session 7
_The dalmatian sits upright, shuffling cards in an unbroken cycle. "Do you gamble?" he asks, smiling brightly before setting the deck in front of you. "I love cards. It's not about winning the money for me, it's more about the idea of taking those...
Therapy - Session 8
_The dalmatian lays across the couch, twirling a casino chip between his fingers. "I feel bad for the chip, you know? It became useless once I took it home with me. I don't think I'll ever head back out there, and I can't cash it in anywhere else......
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...
Therapy - Session 3
_The dalmatian sits on the couch, jingling his keys in his hand, taking time to rub his thumb along the teeth of each one. His face turns in concentration before moving on to the next key, as if he's trying to memorize the pattern by feel alone. His...
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 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...