The Anthrogyne Chronicles: Relentless
Quote from Historical Accounts of Anthrogyne Majorum "It is the duty of every Anthrogyne to do what they must for our Majorum, for our familiars, and for our heirs." Excerpt from the private chronicles: Theo Do what I must? Have I not done all I can...
Truck Stop
This is my entry into the SheerContest 2022, perhaps not the longest story out there, but the idea amused me. After watching the stats of the stories I have posted recently, I think this sort of thing might do well...you bunch of degenerates \<3 At the...
Acceptance
“Honestly man, you really should do something. At least get out a little and meet some people." Chris was a first rate admin, granted, but his personal life was far too hectic for someone of my pace. “Are you going to stop pestering me if I do?" ...
The Journey of a New Werewolf
Made for the sheercontest2022. a werewolfy lad wakes up without any memory, a bird to pin him, and a lady to bind his fate! got a little rushed in a few places where i was worried about running out of time. probably going to make this into a series.
Capital Value
_Note: T__he grammar is_ _the way it is on purpose, I swear -.- _ * * * _those without Value have no place in this world._ _that is what we were told. every morning before Work, every evening before sleep, our Nurturers would instil within us...
What's the Matter with Oswald?
sheercontest2022 submission. thanks to [dukeferret](https://dukeferret.sofurry.com/) and [psydrosis](https://psydrosis.sofurry.com/) for editing and proofreading, as usual!
Time is a Harsh Mistress (SheerContest2022)
This tale was written for the story contest: resolution/changes as part of sheercontest2022. i’ve never entered a writing contest before. i guess there’s a first time for everything. does that count as a change?
How it Pans Out
I stare at my reflection in the dented brass doorknob. I can feel my paw pads itch. I want to open that door and get this all over with. This burning, looming threat of confrontations that I've...
The Cunning Woman
Edmund picked his way carefully around the croft, the handle of the wicker egg basket in his hand. The basket was empty, as it had been the day before when he went to the hens' roost. And the day before that. The hens looked healthy, but they were not...
Night Out
The natural auburn of his fur shone a paler tone under the incandescent street light. There were no stars in the night sky. Too much light pollution in the city. Corvis' gray hoodie and gray joggers blended in with the concrete of the sidewalk....
The Winter Coat
In the backroom of a small store, a long-tailed weasel and a jaguar were wrapped around each other in the way lovers often were. It was near the end of winter and a chill had settled into the granite walls. A blaze in the corner fireplace and the...
Love Before Breakfast
It was a cold, snowy afternoon, mid-February, and casual conversation spilled from the open-walled break room into the adjacent hall. Rico, a long-eared chipmunk, could hear it as soon as he got out of the elevator. "Who are they...