Depravity - Pipefox
The young vulpine gulped with anxiety as he found a place for himself at the bar. His green "CLEAN" wristband clung to his fur and made some of it lay down uncomfortably, so he fiddled with it while he waited for the bartender to come to him. He'd...
Moving Day
Alexis gave a huff as she shut the hatchback to her mother's Honda Fit. She moved the last of her bags up onto the curb, then turned to the abnormally Amazonian sergaless with a wide smile. "Thanks, mom," she said while she held her arms out to the...
[$] Weregarurumon Day
In the infinitely expansive digital world, there was always something new to see, something new to do, something new to experience. So when Ancaladar heard of an adult haunted house where the attendees were jumped out on by monsters who would "rape"...
Depravity - Zion
It was just another day at the nameless sex club which this twinky fox spent many of his evenings. As soon as Zion entered, his senses were overloaded: his ears were met with the various groans, moans, and muted or sharp slaps of hips on hips of men...
Depravity - Sail
The large blue buck slowly swiped through the popular local hookup app with his head rested on a fist. All of his usual bitches had plans this crisp Saturday evening. One had begun to flirt and promised to come over, but he had bailed at the last...
Depravity - Beck
Beck wrung the hem of her ratty, gaudy skirt as she stood stone still on one of the many corners of the shittiest part of her town. The poor raccoon-fox had been somehow roped into the business of human trafficking, so she served a black fennec pimp...
[$] Rainstorm's Charge - Chapter Two
\*\* Continues directly from chapter 1 \*\* In his dazed state, Rainstorm didn't even realize a few hours had passed with him having just sat there and stared at the floor between his hooves. He shook his head, then held it between his hands....
[$] Rainstorm's Charge - Chapter One
Rainstorm had some trouble finding the right street, but finally, he pulled up into the driveway of the Petersen household. The mustang put his new Honda Accord into park and took a moment to appreciate the house. It was large, like every other one...
Teaser: Mrs. Amy Beaucomp, the Librarian
"Man, this is fucking lame," a lithe black sergal complained quietly to his posse. "Why does Mr. H gotta waste our time at the library?" His fellow eighth graders all agreed in their own hushed tones. Zann, the leader, followed up with, "At least Mrs....