The Burger Joint
I'm a little chubby otter; short legs, short arms and a thick tail. The glasses don't really help with my nerdy image, especially when you're hiding a few pounds under your brown fur. I come from London but currently travelling in the US with my mates...
Thief's Map
It was an easy life to be honest. No taxes, no credits. I woke up whenever I wanted to. I start my work whenever I feel like it. Usually, I'd opt for the time after dusk had set. Sometimes, if I was feeling a lucky, I'd begin to work during the day....
Snow on White Fur
There are either functional relationships or dysfunctional ones. Relationships filled with affection, love, mutual respect are the ones Fannar, a white fox, could only wish for. Since childhood, the lithe little vulpine was shy, timid, and couldn't...
The Little Glass Ring
I actually like spicing up some of the old-fashioned Grimm fairy tales. If you haven't noticed yet, I've written a homoerotic version of "Little Red Riding Hood". If you like the idea, you should probably check that out (It's definitely not a waste of...
Red
The night life isn't for everyon! Toxic fumes coughed out from cigarettes would burn holes in your lungs. Bottles of Jack Daniels would be swiftly emptied into thirsty drunk muzzles by the barkeep. The air in salons would become heavy and damp,...
Dirty Talk for the Submissive
Author's note: This is a long, dramatic monologue to help the submissive furs under us let off some steam! This story won't be a descriptive one, but an oral experience. This is the first time that I've written something for the fandom since I am...
Horny Halloween Teaser
Since "Halloween" is right next our door, creeping up with its cold wind, I wanted to share a little teaser for the festivity. For my watchers, I'm sorry I haven't kept you updated for a while. But the IB Diploma is more demanding than it...
Cub Slave
**Early Summer** My life as a foot slave had begun when I was just a young otter cub. I remember the first time I smelt the maw-watering stench of hind-paws. It was during a warm summer's day. I was, like any 7 year old cubs, playing around; jumping,...
Apples and Trees IV
Ron and Jr sported the same, albeit differently sized, light brown cargo shorts. The pup wore a baggy camouflage t-shirt while his dad's tank top clung onto this frame. Both sat at the table finishing their breakfast together. The morning sun warmed...
How to be a Good Dog
The heavy scent woke me up. My canine nose twitched as I slowly opened my eyes. My master's thick armpit fur were covered in the nightly sweat that'd build up after our ritualistic breeding. His big broad arm wrapped around my frame. I started panting,...
Make him Squeal
Farmhouse It was a blistering hot summer's afternoon. The tiles sizzled under the booted orc. This muddy pale jeans, as the 48 year old farmer walked from his garden into the living room. The cool smell of dirt only momentarily fanned away the rising...
Apples and Trees
Tall skyscrapers rushed by and out of sight. The concrete jungle which the two rottweilers were accustomed to crumbled away in the rear-view mirror. Even the gloomy yet comfortingly familiar clouds seemed to prefer the metropolis as a fresh shade of...