group therapy Part 11
Amongst all the traumatizing things that have happened, its easy to lose sight of the small things. Foods. The textures of bedsheets. The feel of the sand as it scratches into your ankles. Ryan's life eased up over the next few days. Once the lovely...
50 Clichés | Chapter 1 FULL
_"All the cliches of gay furry writing put together. Oh its' so ugly."_ - [WritingRainy](https://www.wattpad.com/user/WritingRainy) 1. Fox and wolf 2. Dream sequence 3. Morning routine 4. Main character has history of abuse 5. Late to... high...
group therapy Part 9
Ryan woke up to the sound of screaming. Well, _close_ to screaming: it was that horrifying call that the other boys were somehow able to make. It rung every inch of the camp like fleshy alarm clocks. Before the coyote could fully gather his...
group therapy Part 8
"Fuck..." Ryan grumbled with the effort of getting out of his own hole. He had needed to hook the blade of his shovel up onto the surface and try to pull himself up. This may sound like a simple task, but it took the coyote many, many attempts. He...
group therapy Part 7
Ryan's first night of sleep had gone as bad as he had expected it. The bear's snores were so loud, that Ryan considered whether this was the trait that had earned the bear his nickname. It was early on his next morning, when he was begrudged and his...
group therapy Part 6
Here's a crazy fact: Ryan was starting to feel a tad a hint of chemistry with a certain hyena. And no, not that crazy naked one who'd been jacking off in that other chapter. I'm talking 'bout that handsome one with all the muscle on him. Flack. That's...
group therapy Part 5
By the time Ryan had finally stumbled into the correct campsite, his determination had faltered. His eyes were dusty slits, and he blinked with strain, feeling dizzy... he had been so close. But the body does what the body needs; and Ryan's body did it...
group therapy Part 4
The shadow being cast by the window frames had grown to stretch across the length of the court, like a handful of ember fingers. Ryan imagined them suddenly closing, grabbing both him and Kyle and dragging them to their dark fates. He exchanged a...
fetch and dusk P53
Vincent flicked the tendril in a whip-like motion, spraying red amongst the snow the formed a rough semi-circle around the wounded fox. He lowered himself to the ground, feeling something new inside of him. That warm glow of something unused in nearly...
group therapy part 3
"You're new?" The fox asked, pointing as if he recognized him. The first thing Ryan noticed - and he'd grow to love it in the weeks to come - was that quirky feel that the fox was omitting a façade. One so strict to a positive and outgoing attitude...
group therapy Part 2
If there was ever an instance were real life were badly photoshopped, Camp Loosewater would be a shining example. A polished highschool, disgusting in length and ridiculously polished and furbished, stood lifeless in all of its surreal wonder. I'm...
Group Therapy (Pilot Part)
"Can I have some water?" To describe Ryan simply, he was that special, soft-spoken guy that no one would actually know in person. You'd only hear of them in an interview, or in an online story-telling of some sort as they describe a life that could...