Galen's Rondezvous

It had been a long time for Galen. He could feel his pulse racing, his heart pounding in his chest. Just having his shirt off in Sander's presence was exhilirating enough, but to see him nearly naked was a delight for his senses. His fur shone...

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Two(Working title)

"Two" I watched him die. It was beautiful. He was beautiful. I've seen it all before from his ears to his toes. Like he'd been dipped in a dark, luscious chocolate, and, oh, how I've imagined that before, but never just on the tips of his ears....

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Two-Chapter 2

Two - Chapter 2 Ryjal and I made the mile-long walk back home paw-in-paw. It wasn't often that we made show of our affection for one another. I was a little tense about it, but only because I was worried our employers might find out. Or,...

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Volod's Story - Part 2

The sky was a deep orange, barely visible through the slit of trees cut by the road. The road got a little bit rougher, jagged, broad ruts dug into the hard surface from many a cart having traveled through. It'd been some time since any one from the...

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Volod's Story - Part 1

He woke to the sound of waves lapping at the shore, carelessly licking over his legs. Sand pressed against his face, coarse and cold. Every fiber of every muscle burned. His fingers hurt, particularly at the tips of his right hand. His head felt heavy...

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If Autumn is to Come - Beta Preview 020518

"If Autumn is to Come" 'Beta' preview - 020518 PROLOGUE They couldn't be counted. It might've been fifty of them. Or a hundred of them. Or ten thousand of them. They were on all sides, spears raking the sky hanging over the ridge around them. Him,...

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Scraps - Chapter 2

"Roa?" Buck called out uncertainly from the open airlock. Roa was already in her quarters laying back comfortably, a paw between her thighs. "In here!" she called out to him. "Close the airlock behind you, yeah?" She grinned to herself and let out a...

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Scraps - Chapter 1

Roa sprawled out in her bunk. The scratchy blanket didn't bother her much anymore. It was warm and easy to clean and, by now, very familiar. That fucking alarm, though, _that_always bothered her. The hyena slapped her fingers over the panel and groped...

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