An Artifical Life, Part 2: Momma Knows Best
He barely remembered her breastfeeding sessions, or the cockfeeding sessions that had joined them, for one thing. he'd worked out that the more he suckled her juices the more girly he got. but somewhere along the way, he'd stopped caring.
Desperate Times, Desperate Pleasures
Raykin trotted into the den clearing, ears flattened, fur ruffled and eyes blazing with frustration. A whole morning of hunting traded for a single kill -- and it was barely a meal for one! The fox huffed a little to calm down. At least he had...
A Dog and His Devils
Raykin staggered out of the den clearing, tongue flopping sideways and pulse pounding in his ears. His mind swirled drunkenly in a confusion of lust and remorse. Ry and Keet, his beloved kits, had just teamed up to give him some of the finest sex of...