Stall 5
**Stall 5** 7:49am Switch fumbled for and flipped, the long fluorescent rods buzzed to life overhead. "Sigh." Maki bumped the door closed with his butt, leaning back against it as he clumsily stirred his morning coffee. His shades were...
Fuck Me Ragged - "Gear."
**Fuck Me Ragged** **Part 3 - "Gear."** The school's webpage loaded. FINALLY. Bob's modem was being a bitch on stilts. The fossa searched around and found the let-out times for the buses. Remembering his own stint in elementary school he knew that...
Fuck Me Ragged - "Cherries."
**Fuck Me Ragged** **Part 2 - "Cherries."** You're probably wondering what happened to that poor little bunny from the day before. Well good for you. You have a soul. Go and Tweet about it, why don't ya. Truth be told... nothing. Nothing...
Fuck Me Ragged
**Fuck Me Ragged** **Part 1 - "The ride."** The van's tires scraped the curb as it inched along next to the sidewalk, making the fossa behind the steering wheel wince and shift the wheel. Those were his white-walled tires - recently bought and kind...
Fuck Me Ragged - "Perv."
**Fuck Me Ragged** **Part 4 - "Perv."** Bob started with a hand resting gently on the boy's hip. Kevin - tongue in cheek, controller clacking violently as he slogged through wave after wave of Hollows in Dark Souls - didn't seem to notice. After...
Why I Shot Him in the Face
**Why I Shot Fr. Heimskr in the Face (a note tacked to the main gate of Whiterun)** Dear guards who are looking for me: No doubt you are wondering why I elected to shoot Heimskr, the priest of Talos, in the face with my enchanted bow on the...
The Yiff-A-Cub Club (part 2)
**The Yiff-A-Cub Club** **part II** "AAAH-AAH-AAH-AAAAH-AAAH...." The little lop-eared boy hollered out each time the wolf's huge dick thrust into him. After eleven straight minutes of getting his ass railed, the bunny was little more than a...
Wine Coolers, Chapter 4
Judy awoke to a world of brilliant orange. "Mmmf..." Whatever was pressed against her face smelled good. Warm. Manly. Like one of those body wash commercials she was always catching on TV. It took a good five seconds for her brain to come around....
The Naked Handcuff Dance (ch.1)
"Oh, _Miss Hopps?"_ Judy groaned in the little nest she'd made beneath her blankets as her phone alarm sounded above her. "Juuuuuudy." Her face scrunched up. "Babe." A familiar weight shifted against her. Fingers tickled against her ribs until she...
The Safeword is 'Papa' (ch.7)
Nick had gotten us a hotel room in the gayborhood. The cheeky bitch. The gesture, sweet and romantic though it was, was completely lost on me at the time. We were too busy trying to kill each other with our tongues to notice the décor. I found...
The Safeword is 'Papa' (ch.6)
Down a flight of worn stairs, the floorplan opened onto an egg-shaped dome seemingly carved into the very bedrock. The ceiling rose to a rounded point almost four stories above us. At the center of the limestone egg where the yolk might have been was...
The Safeword is 'Papa' (ch.5)
Star wipe to two weeks later, I have become a certified bag of ass. I haven't showered in three days. My fur is matted and sticky with sweat and other miscellaneous fluids. Crumpled cigarette filters litter the ground wherever I am, and I'm getting...