I Don't Workout Alone

Octavian liked it at the academy. Especially since it was an all-boys boarding school, not that he let anyone else know that. He was on the wrestling squad; he was a senior; the last three years in a row he was voted in an, albeit, underground school...

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Lunch Break

Jake knew his dad had a routine. It wasn't what his day revolved around it but there were just certain things he'd do every day about the same time. Lunch was Jake's favorite. Dad would come back during lunch have a quick snack then sneak upstairs....

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Special Delivery

The lion waited idly as the clock ticked closer to midnight. It wasn't worrisome since he always made sure to get the last pizza but he was anxious more to have his delivery boy show up more than anything. They'd been talking for a while thanks to his...

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The Mixed Blessing of Improper Home Maintenance

Omar groaned like the aged leather beneath him as he slumped face first into the sofa. His spent but still throbbing erection slid into one of the many, worn, old creases, using the bear's shorts as protection from the fabric. He was sensitive already...

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Graduation Present

Flicking his tail about, the pantherolf could barely stand the mounting excitement as he awaited the last name to be called for a diploma. He held his own tight in his paw, proud of himself and glad to be finished with high school. His family glowed in...

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It's Not My Birthday

Mel sighed heavily picking up a small package sitting by the door. He guessed it was yet another game he ordered so he didn't even look at the address as he got key and started to open it. He wandered idly through his mostly empty apartment, undoing...

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It's Not My Fault

Class seemed to drag on forever. Over and over the professor rambled about some dictator in South America and some military coup but Troy, usually distractable on his his own, couldn't hear a word. Not that his ears didn't work, though. In fact the...

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He's Not My Secret Santa

Awful muzak played in the background over the hum of disjointed conversations. Cliques of employees and their families chattered aimlessly, introducing their children to their bosses and their spouses to their co-workers while the cheap decorations...

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There's Always More to the Storefront

Hexel sighed as the sun appeared just below the tint in his windshield. The damned thing was much too bright that day; it was hard to believe it was still February. The cat tried to drive a few more yards in the glare, thinking he might be able to get...

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The Cumslut

The fox's dick pulsed and ached, a small rivulet of precum rolling from under the head and soaking into the furry balls beneath, begging for a touch, an embrace, anything, but being roundly ignored. The fox's attention - directed unsubtly by a taut...

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I Pay My Rent Every Day

Craig smiled brightly as Rhett tussled his headfur. The young terrier lifted his head to nuzzle against the big lupine paw against it but it didn't come as a surprise as the grip suddenly became steely around one of his ears, holding him fast in place....

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Fringe Benefits of Competition

Agro let out a gratuitous moan in time with Maxwell's desperate and glad whinny. A little cacophonus duet of pleasure as the big pony poured thick gouts of hot creamy cum into his backside. He could hear it sloshing in his turgid belly along with the...

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