First Submission
First Submission Most people have the feeling that they need to be in charge. We've got our whole culture geared to it, really- the tough, alpha male thing for men (goes extra for some species), that feminist thing about not letting men boss you...
Small Talk
Small Talk I think I made a mistake today. Maybe it was back when he spoke to me, and I replied. Maybe I should have left when he touched me, because when his cock was in me, when he smirked while I shivered and blushed at the sheer, swollen bulk of...
The Otter's Reward
"Hey, bitch. Naptime's over." Zack opened his eyes. He still couldn't see anything, but he opened them anyway. He hoped for a second he'd been dreaming, the same as when he'd woken every time over the last week. Sometimes he could barely tell the...
Personal Space
Personal Space The car stops. The back of my head hits the edge of the steering wheel and I whine. It doesn't hurt but I whine anyway, and the sound rings in my ears. A paw reaches down and scratches the back of my head, calloused and huge, and...
Etiquette
Etiquette The gym is almost empty at ten in the night, but the bear is standing by the weight racks, all muscle and sinew and fat, and I sneak looks at him out of the corner of my eye. I come here three times a week and I hide in the little alcove...
Rent Boy
There was a knock on the door. Jamie flicked an eye open, and out of the corner he saw the alarm clock. It was just after two in the afternoon, and he sighed and pulled the pillow back over his head. He knew who was knocking, because the wolf had...
The Smell of the Ground
Outside the cell the time showed six o'clock in digital green, and the mouse woke with a startled squeak as the toy lodged bloated and full inside him pulsed and wobbled with the alarm. He mumbled and groaned, jaw held creaking wide by a clear plastic...
A Long Month
\*checks calendar\* ...wow, it's been a long time since I posted something. Here's something I wrote for Crimsonred on FA a year and a half ago. Art by MakoOtter on...
The Hart's Desire
The Hart's Desire _It came closer and closer. His muscles stung, shins felt like they would splinter as he fled through the undergrowth. He'd run a marathon already. All he could think of now was the thick taste of fear, the shuddering anticipation...
Mine
Hey, bud. You here by yourself? ...Woah, woah. Get your hackles down, bud. I'm just asking. How 'bout I buy you a drink? Make up for startling you. Hey! Over here! A long island iced tea, please. For the fox. ...You don't mind if I sit here for a...