Another Gay Furry Romance Story: Day 2: The Romance Continues
"hello remo." i might as well apologize, he said to himself. "look, about last night..." remo averted his eyes to the ground, as he interrupted harold. "i know...
Another Gay Furry Romance Story: Day 1: When Harold met Cutie
Harold and remo danced on. after the song ended, remo led harold with a firm grasp of his paw to an unoccupied table. they both sat down, and remo immediately began to talk to harold about himself, without giving harold a chance to respond.
Violet moon
"command said they couldn't get you so i took a predator and decided that kevol is really nice this time of the year. she blushed getting some wounded and dead onto the ship karu carrying stevenson and the nearly dead remos.
The Quiet One
Nbsp; by: remo
My night Before X-Mas
-remo blockade- 12-25-2009
A Glimpse into Darkness Chapter 1
By: remo h. blockade the tires hummed under the toyota as they traveled down the darkened streets of elizabeth town new jersey.
The Good Die Young - Chapter 1: A Happen-Sword Stance
As chance would have it just the other day when walking back to the academy he had bumped into the grounds keeper, some decrepit old terrier mutt that had been around as long as the city of remo itself.
Aux Armes
remo coordinates all the regulations and shared infrastructure... i figured they wouldn't like moody going off-script. jean-paul, our svp for external comms and public relations, he wanted to go public. remo quashed the story.
Un Aterrizaje Forzoso
No sabía si su cuerpo flotaría, mucho menos nadar cientos de kilómetros de agua hasta dar con tierra usando solamente sus tetas a modo de remos. [more](/?
A whisper in my mind Motel.
The neon sign outside the motel in my mind reads, Vacancy. I ring the bell at the check in desk. ding ding ding. Over and over again, But the young Indian mans eyes have grown glassy and distant as he stairs at a spot on the counter. The lobby smells...
Murder Noir. Part One.
It was a warm New Mexico night. The air was tainted with exhaust fumes and cigarette smoke, The red and blues of the police cars flashing over every surface. Cops swarmed behind the yellow police tape taking pictures of the mutilated corpse that lay in...
The Lost Night. Part One.
Part One. I woke up to the rain again this morning, shivering from the bitter cold of the east coasts early winter. The wind is blowing off the Atlantic and my refrigerator box is leaking. I pull my rotting blanket up to my chin, my breath coming out...