When a Fox Gets You Pinned...
“Do you know, Andrew, it's been three days, and I can still smell it on you." Giggle. The fox had certainly missed no opportunity to reflect proudly upon what he'd done over those three days. From that first late night text – “_You should know, from...
When a Fox Gets to Mark You...
“_Score!!!_ And this game…is over!" Even the poorly-timed cuts I'd heard a million times on the announcer's voice lines didn't _quite_ stick out to me with their usual clarity. All that mattered was that the game had ended. The bet...
Snowfall at Seven
Laws were truly a mixed bag. On the one hand, they kept society in order. Competing self-interests had to be curbed somehow. There had to be some kind of deterrent against exploitation. It was self-evident, certainly to most furs, that murder,...
Silent Hours
"My guy...your backpack there's unzipped. I can see your laptop sticking out. Probably not the best time for that..." "Shit shit shit. Thanks!" Jamie gestured a quick thumbs-up at the passing otter, comfortably ensconced under her umbrella. Do otters...
High Tide
_Why is it the only people taking advantage of a nude beach are always the ones who shouldn't be?_ The age-old quandary popped into Lukas's head, but didn't exactly linger - insistent pressure on your bladder sort of has a way of overriding more...