Happy Eastvore!

A beef with Santa or whoever the patron cryptid of Valentine's Day is would be understandable to most people. Sophie was not most people. The tiger's auburn hair bobbed just above the tall grass as she slunk with predatory patience towards...

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Alternate Form of Payment

Trevor grunted through his parched throat as he pistoned his dick in and out of the raccoon on the bed of leaves beneath him. Greasy black hair was matted against his face, and the husky opossum's elbows knocked against his sides with the...

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Steel Wings: Part 1

Marco leans way, way, waaaaaay over to leer directly into my eyes, beak to beak. If not for his long neck, the pectorals erupting out of the hyper muscled blue heron's chest like a pair of ballistic missiles would force him to glare at me from 6...

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Weight Expectations

Abigail's heart rate quickened with every step. Dread weighed on the wolf's soul like the stares from demonic figures carved into pillars that lined the vaulted granite hallways. She was groomed to look as appetizing as could be...

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Eat Cute

I'm not that. kind of person. Really, I'm not, but as soon as I saw Hector, my reservations turned perfunctory, crushed under unrestrained lust. His arms that looked like an anatomy diagram shrink wrapped with a layer of cellophane. ...

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I Could Do It In My Sleep

As Patricia bent to pick up a stack of books, a tear split the back of her slacks with a resounding rip, thunderous against the library's contemplative silence. "Dang it..." The portly tapir hunched over the self-help titles, curling...

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