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. ***** Stallion at Stud Rain pelted my coat as I thunde...
I slumped down in the couch in my new living room and sighed. My parents had sent me ahead to the new house in Florida to meet the movers and get us moved in. So here I was, surrounded by boxes and basking in the glory of AC. I had lived in Northern Ireland my entire life, was an avid snowboarder and skier. Moving to Florida almost seemed like a life sentenc...
The apartment was sterile. It had the feel of a hospital, and its white walls and soulless art radiated sickness. In its perfection, it was disgusting. Scott gave Stacey forty-eight hours to "do something" with her belongings and leave. Exiting her bed with her down, still groggy, she slowly marched towards the bathroom and filled up her tub with hot water....
The pounding went on, hour after hour of thudding impacts rocking the dimly-lit underground shelter and sending dust drifting down between the wooden beams and onto the people huddled below. At this point, a full three years since the arrival of the Rippers, the survivors were the quiet ones. Dirty, haunted men with hollow eyes above their scraggly beards le...
ACT 3: LITTLE SURPRISES The small town that bordered the great ocean came into view. A white, sandy beach pushed up against it, only the wide concrete barrier seemed to keep the ocean from claiming all its buildings and huts. Salty ocean air cooled the intense heat, making the it almost bearable. The thunderous pounding of waves crashing down in the distanc...
11. The Falling Gallery Rapturous applause rose from the main party as Lady Aru and Roku stepped out onto the main floor. Lady Aru was making her entrance and it had been a good one. The floor of the observation deck of the Sentinel Tower was packed with a good two or three hundred ladies, all in formal wear. Glasses clinked, an orchestra played, and everyo...
Note: The asterisks indicate the beginning and then the end of a torture scene. It isn't that necessary to read, so just a heads up if you're squeamish and want to skip it. Other than that, enjoy :) ~M Chapter Two: Nightmarish Tendencies As they neared his home the woman began to twist in his arms. Grant looked down at her face now contorted in the fear,...
When a woman talks, I can't always be sure that she is saying what she really means. I was deathly afraid that Carol had meant every word she had said to me. I was afraid to talk to her, but then, the last time we had talked about what was on my mind had been several months ago. I had meant what I said, and I was sure that Carol had too. Things change. I had...
You wake up to find yourself lying on a rubber mat. As you come to, you realize two things – first, you're naked as the day you were born, and second, you're lying in what appears to be a cell of some sort. It is a well-lit room, about eight feet wide and about ten to twelve feet long. The mat that you are on is framed by a cement box, with what appear to...
This actually happened to me back in 1981, when I was the greensmaster of a large Memorial Park in Southern Oregon. Some names have been changed, but the rest is pretty much how it came down. If you ever have a change to spend time in a working relationship with the deceased, I suggest you do it. It will change you. Please vote! * The wind blew oak leaves...