Dungeon Gapers
* * * Deep in the dungeon, a fox prepared for his evening. Simon was his name, and he was a slender, slighlty muscular, red-furred fellow. His body adorned from eartip to toe in magnificent tattoos and numerous piercings. He wore a black jockstrap,...
Hyper-Con #1 - Gaping in the Locker Room
"Good game gorgeous." "Thanks stud~" The fox replied, feeling Sam, the wolf, press up against his back in a hug. The pair were in their jockstraps, socks and trainers, the grey wolf's in bright yellow, the orange fox's in navy blue. The...
Send Moon Pics!!! - A Werewolf Short
Ba-Ding! Wh-what? My phone's all lit up. I roll over and pick it up. One new text. It's 4AM, who the fuck is texting me now. I look in the messages. Unknown number, one message: "Send moon pics!!" ...what? I reply. "Can't your ass see...
Victor Tremblay - Cleaning
Nearly 5AM. I’d woken up about half an hour ago and I couldn’t get back to sleep. I had too much on my mind. Charles lay sound asleep beside me. If I kept thrashing around, I’d wake him. So I crept out of bed and slipped into the living...
The Salt and The Wound
"You want your usual, Wally?" "It is a fine night for bourbon." The raccoon muttered. He watched the doberman in the leather thong pour the hazel alcohol into a small glass, then slide it across the counter to him. He stared at the little ice cube...
The Ringmaster's Welcome
"Where are you goin'?" "A casino, officer." The doberman sniffed the air. "Where's your ID card?" The dingo twitched, then forced a smile. "I don't know what you mean Officer, I've given you my drivers licence and registration. Do I need to carry...
Ira's Painting
The air is sweet with the tweeting of birds and the soft, friendly rustle of grass. In the lushous garden, Ira Greene sits before an easel and a large canvass. They sit dressed in their sparkling pink mankini and fluffy pink legwarmers. The wolf muses...
A Sweet October Night
Thomas stirred in bed. It looked like another uneasy night. The banging from the plumbing had gotten worse day on day with no end in sight. It wasn't a problem during the day, but at night the temperature would dwindle and the pipes would start to...
Old Speckled Fuchs
Chapter 1: Charles. I walked to the bar with Charles. He insisted he buy me a pint and from here he began to babble. Oh heavens what a sweet voice he had. Fluttering and swirling, rising and falling with skittish abandon. He was explaining his golf...
Victor Tremblay in "Because the Night"
I arrived in Washington State in March of 1970. Those first eight months had passed at a snail's pace. If I wasn't jumping through hoops trying to get my private detective badge, I was trying to find a place to live. But by December, I had finally...
Victor Tremblay in: Saving Wendell Olsen
3rd of August, 1972 For the private detective, infidelity and infidelity-related cases are a dime a dozen. For me, they had their advantages; low personal risk, helping people who need it and being fairly cheap and quick to pursue. The downside...
The Fate of Frank Wright
I awoke to find myself on a riverbank. It was comfortable, the grass was soft, but I ached all over. I must have been out having a good time. I staggered to my feet and looked down at my figure. Was this my suit? "Was" being the optimum term. There...