The Fox, the Witch, and the Discarded Wardrobe

It was why Elizabeth found it annoying to associate with non-magic users. "I do think you should keep an open mind, Bianca," she said, her toes curling in frustration under the diner table. "You know, I could show you one of these days, I--" Bianca,...

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Noah's Annual Physical II

"Yes! Yes, YES! I'm gonna--" For the past hour, an assortment of noises had filled Nurse Molly's bedroom: Noah's groans and gasps, the slaps of his thighs against hers . . . "NO! You stopped again!" . . . and Molly's plaintive yells whenever the...

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The Silent Movie Contest

The annual Silent Movie contest was the hottest shindig in town. On its first day that year, after being chosen at random from the auditorium's two hundred or so college students, Chrissy, in nothing but a slate gray t-shirt and a sexy pair of black...

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Noah's Annual Physical

The last part of Noah's annual physical was a new addition, courtesy of a government shake-up. The arctic fox, strapped to a repurposed dental chair, arms tied above his head, legs spread, couldn't help but fidget when the nurse's calipers grazed the...

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Feathers Aren't Just for Tickling II

Falco approached the tickle torture exhibit. A feather danced between his fingertips. The same hazel pine marten was in the same bondage chair, same cute feet sticking out of the same sturdy stocks. A bit of dried pussy juice spotted the leather...

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Why Tank Tops Are a Bad Idea

Of the two, Vixy was the first one to clear the metal trivia obstacle course. "You were cheating," said Heather, letting go of the gym ring to land on her feet. "I'm sure of it." Vixy clicked her tongue. While she'd won, the pink-and-white fox still...

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What Friends Are For

Iris shushed the otter, placing a finger to his lips as they stumbled into the darkened house. "I got roommates," said the glow-in-the-dark skunk in a sultry whisper. The otter nodded and kissed her on the lips. "I can do that." She hooked her finger...

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Setting Two Is Never Enough

I bite my lip and try to give him the cutest smile. My husband, my darling husband of two years, he puts his finger on my lips, right where my incisors are. "Please, please, please," I say. "Nope," he says in that subdued whisper of his. "I need you...

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Spooktober—October 2022 (Supernatural Horror/Orgasm Denial)

Anastasia squeaked and squirmed away from her friend's probing finger, her wing claw threatening to poke one of his eyes out. "Quit it!" "Anya, you're a walking cliche. A vampire? Again?" She ran her fingers through his disheveled hair--a wig meant...

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Video Games Are Fun

Miles and Camila sat on the floor, legs crossed, fingers flexing and curling at breakneck speed as they negotiated the hostile terrain on their living room TV screen. "I'll lead, Butt! Get behind me." Camila stuck her tongue out and switched to an...

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A Bet's a Bet

"Last chance to back out, Falco," said Heather, playfully tapping the tip of the fox's nose with her finger. Falco Fox, stretched out like an eagle with the aid of magic vines, his bare feet a couple of inches off the ground, chuckled. "I don't have a...

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Guili-Guili

For Frannie, art was no laughing matter. Or so she thought. "All right, you lovely, _lovely_ people!" The stoat, facing the motley crew of art students, clapped his tan palms together. "Remember what I said last class about distractions getting in the...

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