Lucky

Jasper was wearing the body of one of the foxes. That was, at least, the way he thought of it - even though it was likely to be a permanent change. Until yesterday he had been known as Tim Mitchells. Almost nobody knew who he was, now. The _fox_known...

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Suit Sentence

The Tender was immaculately dressed in an old fashioned suit, his vulpine features groomed to the point where the Mistress wasn't sure if he was real at all. He looked like he was straight out of an advertisement. For the business they traded in, Altha...

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Sariks

If nothing else, Sariks was the kind of silver scaled drake that was comfortable with himself. Someone had to be tall, scaly and dominant. That and they needed to have a nice pair of horns and thick claws. Thankfully, Sariks thought, that described him...

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Comfort

They were downstairs, away from the cold and all of the problems that went on outside. It was a little sanctuary for the wolf and the rabbit. A kinky one, definitely, but it was still somewhere that both of them felt completely comfortable. A couple of...

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Clean Break

The shuttle was beyond repair. Rechin could say the same for himself. Both he and the old pile of rust had holes in them, the wounds inflicted by bolt rifles fired by people who weren't exactly friendly. It was too bad. He had liked that shuttle. Had...

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Night In

Tonight he had been really enthusiastic about restraining me, wanting, as he said it, to 'test out the new bench.' Jack had certainly taken a deep passion in testing our kinky, shiny brand new piece of furniture. Not that I had been any less excited...

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White

The cuffs around my wrists were special. They looked handsome, I considered, as I glanced up at the deep raven black leather that pressed over my white fur. My arms were held fast above my head, tied to a hook in the roof with the help of some snow...

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Clean Break: Chapter II

Sherra watched as an old ship started to ascend from the spaceport. It was a rattling old machine, burning smoke and fire as it coughed its dirty self out of the atmosphere. A real piece of garbage. Looking at it made Sherra miss her old ship. The old...

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The White Cat

The White Cat had reached its twentieth year in operation. Five years of that had been under the direction of the Mistress, after she had thrown out the original owner in a very hostile takeover. She had taken on the name as soon as she became the...

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Suit Sentence II

The suit had curled his arms around his chest, mouth still sealed, along with his eyes, the tip of his tail stuck between his shoulders and leaving him completely exposed. He was in a cage of some sort, one that let him barely stand up higher than his...

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Clean Break: Chapter III

" That's ambitious." Sherra said. It was the only way she could think of responding, after Naska made his long explanation. " It can happen." " Hm." She looked at him. Naska gripped the fence and stared out at the port, looking utterly...

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Clean Break: Chapter IV

Her apartment was spacious and free, with a virtual window looking to the void outside. There was no shortage of space in the core, even near the perimeter. In the distance stood a gate, lit up in blue and red lights with a sleek, Earth built security...

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