Corruption is Good for the Soul IV

Father Hall scribbled away on a sheet of yellow paper with a metal quill. The blue-grey mouse had gotten a letter from a cardinal from an eastern country asking for his research on the virtue of chastity. There was a reason someone so high up on the...

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Shopping Isn't So Bad

He had no idea where Master was, but he didn't need to be here to know exactly what he was doing to the otter. List of groceries in one paw and a shopping cart in the other, Morgan tried to focus on his task and not the furs staring at him. At least...

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Gay Coaching

Why would Coach Gallus want to meet him? He hadn't done anything wrong, and his grades were okay, hell he didn't even have any classes of his. The brick red coyote walked past the football field to the athletic building, a concrete brick building of...

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The Harvesting Facility

Gus was rubbing his paws together and his pointed ears flicked around his small horns. If he hadn't sat on his tail it would be whipping about. His fathers assured him there was nothing to be nervous about, but he had never witnessed that advice calm...

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Cock Leeches

The golden furred mountain lion walked down the steep mountain path, carrying his heavy canvas backpack with his paws so he could toss it to the side should he trip. The treatments inside it were worth a large amount to those who could use it, and were...

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'Fifth' Timer

Note to the reader: This story was designed to give me some really good practice with my yiff scenes, so 99% of this is smut. Hope you're well lubed =) All comments and criticisms are welcome, from 'I came!' to 'wow that sucked.' \*\*\*\*\*\* "Hurry...

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'Fifth' Timer - wip

"Hurry up!" groaned the skinny, white bunny, sitting lazily and sideways in the only chair in the motel room while playing with himself. "Do you always take this long?" "No!" the chestnut brown horse said. He was sitting on the bed sheeted patterned...

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The Cuckoo Clock

My strategy was sound enough, I would do... something and (because I knew him so well) I would know his reaction. This I learned from chess, for I am a Chessmaster, and I was playing as white. Meaning, the first move was mine to make. Thus the first...

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Christmas Gifts

He had lain hidden inside a package, Tucked beneath their light-sprinkled tree. Sleeping even through rose red dawning Of their third Christmas yet, wishing for him. The other him was sleeping sadly in, Cried himself to sleep the previous...

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Fucking Power Bottems!

Each pulse of the long horsecock felt like it was pounding at his wet tailhole. His purrs echoed out lewdly when it finally slipped into him and bumped past his spot. He grips the horse's shoulders as the horse grips the bed sheets. "Finally hit...

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The White Beast

This is one of those random bursts of brain-goo that just spurted out of my head and landed on paper. I am quite pleased with the resulting story, and I hope you enjoy it too! Those who leave comments are given cookies. ...

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Did you just open a can of Rape-Sauce?

"Hey Alex, got anything to eat around here?" The fox said to his best friend who was deep in a video game. "There should be some tomato soup or something in the kitchen you can eat, as long as you don't make a mess." The rabbit responded. The fox...

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