This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially. ***** Stallions after Hours Jason yawned and stretched...
It was two years ago on a lovely June summers afternoon that I met up with Steven, we hadn't seen each other for about sixteen years when we had left school and like many of our friends had gone our own ways and lost touch with each other. Steven looked just as he had the last time I saw him, wavy dark brown hair with natural light streaks, clear skin and o...
RICHARD: The days that followed Kijus's departure were rather surreal. The family simply didn't function the same. Brija was distant, studying the journal full of information Kijus wrote for her like it was a holy book full of salvation. Roi and Jon were having their problems due to Roi taking the training of Silver far more seriously than their relationshi...
I stare listlessly through the glass window pane, watching as the trees woosh past in a blur; every now and then i see a stag or doe proudly standing, munching on grass and barely looking at us when we drive past; cars are so common here that the wildlife doesn't have the sense to be afriad. We take a sudden turn onto a dirt path, the car's suspension groans...
This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially. All characters are over eighteen and clearly written to...
A Sean Carrington Adventure. This Is Sweden. I was in my apartment in The Hague when the phone rang. Bjorn invited me out to meet his family in Stockholm for their midsummer celebration holidays. Bjorn had been my partner for almost a year now; we had met in Amsterdam one hot sunny day where he had propositioned me. Although I shared my concerns with Bjorn...
Kijus: The golden skinned man continued to sit at the receptionist desk. He didn't seem happy to have someone turning into the brothels. He continued to write, and sort through papers, growing more upset the further he went along. He paused before reaching for a pair of glasses. They were circular glasses, that added more symmetry to this already gorgeous,...
RICHARD: These guards stood before me, seriousness written across their face. I was so shocked with the news they just told me. The rage and hatred I had for Sir Socoshian subsided as I tried to make sense of this craziness. "You're," I gulped, "Lutna Clan?" "I am..." He said back, "We're your Guard now. You're all that is left! Sir Socoshian will not...
I remember the sound of luggage rolling across concrete as he turned. The ripple he made in time frozen on my brain, the image of his sway. I stole that parting glance and tasted the air through which he had passed, brushing against me a sweet memory. He said something, or hinted at something perhaps but only to my eyes. It was understood, the secret that ca...
My friendship with Vince went back quite a ways. The events I reveal here happened over twenty years ago. He was around sixty-three. I was approaching sixty. He often came over to my apartment. Neither of us were married at the time and we spent many a night drinking Chianti talking and solving the serious problems of the world. At that time, I owned a few...