Stripes: Epilogue
Spring had taken its sweet time, but it was finally here to stay. The last of the snow was gone, the air was starting to feel mild, and days were longer than nights again. It was a sunny afternoon without much wind and with only the lightest, fluffiest...
Stripes, Chapter 12: New Equilibrium
Dinner was good. Hanging out afterwards was better. Getting sandwiched between the two skunks for one last romp was a new brand of intense, even if Sam didn't push more than halfway in or so, and drifting off with them to either side was an experience...
Stripes, Chapter 11: Bouncing Back
The day wore into the evening without much further event. I'd got over my nervousness enough to sit in contact with him - yeah, pretty close to his package, at that - but it wasn't gone entirely; besides, the last few days had left me pretty well...
Stripes, Chapter 10: Period of Adjustment
It didn't take long for anxiety to set in. Once Sarah was no longer right there, it was hard to stifle the conviction that I was cheating on her, that she'd object, that she'd kick me out of the house or worse. I tried to remind myself that she'd been...
Stripes, Chapter 9: Reconciliation
I was still trying to figure out what the hell to say when a distraction presented itself. Well, I wasn't really looking for a distraction. In fact, I tried to ignore it. Sam was the first one who said, "Hey, do you two smell mushrooms?" ...
Stripes, Chapter 8: Lost and Found
Waking up was an odd experience. A phone was ringing, but it wasn't my phone - not my cell phone, and not the phone in the townhouse. And at the sound, someone moved just behind me, and a whiff of sandalwood touched my nose. Even when a voice started...
The Night Blades
**The Night Blades** Copyright 2007 Veritas. Do not read if explicit sexual content between consenting anthropomorphic animals, both heterosexual and homosexual-male, offends you. * * * For the company he kept, the ermine was surprisingly...
Matters of Discipline
All content copyright Veritas, 2007. Any resemblance to other persons or situations, real or fictional, is purely coincidental. Matters of Discipline The pistol was heavy in the ferret's hand, black and sleek. Centuries of design had...
Dead in Space
Dak Travenis hefted his flechette gun over his armoured shoulder and inspected the feeder socket. It was clear; he'd checked it twice in the past five minutes. What he was _really_ inspecting was the rest of his squad. Not that they needed it either....
Stripes, Chapter 7: Storm-Tossed
I should have been more careful, really. The week had gone well enough; a few more rounds of gaming over the weeknights, good progress on _Call of Dreams_ on Saturday, and Sarah even pronounced that my back was healing well and I could start...
Stripes, Chapter 6: Hook, Line, and Sinker
"So is there anything interesting going on at your job, Tim?" It was Wednesday again, and that meant, again, drinks at Casey's; myself, Sarah, and Sam in a row from left to right, Enrique leaning on the bar opposite us and occasionally dashing off...
Stripes, Chapter 5: Into the Deep End
The next Wednesday was another evening of drinks at Casey's. Sarah continued down her list of sexually-named cocktails, making me blush from the way she said the very first one, but couldn't make Enrique bat an ear however ha- however much she tried. ...