"Captain's Log, Caitian Date Firemoot 7th, 1218 After Landing, Fleet Captain Ma'Sala Shall, Recording: The CAV Mother's Fury is completing the final tenday of its patrol at the edge of our system, before returning to the Motherworld and taking a well-deserved shore leave. Myself included, of course, albeit reluctantly-" Ma'Sala heard the sound from her Firs...
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. **** Expecting "It's okay, honey..." But it wasn't ok...
"I don't know where I'm going from here, but I promise it won't be boring." -David Bowie "USS Surefoot-A, Captain's Log, Stardate 44642.77, Captain Esek Hrelle, commanding: we're currently docked at Deep Space Nine for the next two days for a software upgrade, and to avail ourselves of a little shore leave. The latter of which I am definitely taking adva...
This huge guy, probably five hundred pounds lay on a king sized bed. A younger dude, around two-fifty fucked him in the ass. They sweated and grunted, the younger cub slapping his thighs into the daddy chub's ass. The cub was clean shaven, and looked about twenty. The superchub was all belly, with comparatively skinny legs. They were both moaning and panting...
by UrsusMajr and PapaWereBear (Note to Reader: This is the sequel to Becoming the Bear. Although the two stories can stand alone, they are linked; some things in this story refer to events and characters in the earlier one. You may wish to read that one first. This is (obviously) a work of fiction, and no real persons or events are depicted. As in our other...
Note from the Author: This next chapter in this rather twisted tale is a bit more bestial than the first. Though his eyes did open first, Jacob's keen sense of smell became the first of his senses to register anything of interest. Bacon, he thought. I smell Bacon. Almost immediately a wry grin crossed his tired face as he reminded himself of a dog treat com...
USS Surefoot-A, Deck 2 Fore, Command Quarters, 0720 Hours: Esek and Kami Hrelle noticed the change in their cub Misha, as they sat together having breakfast in their quarters. The toddler was dressed in the khaki shorts, vest and boots favoured by his latest hero The Crooked Tailed Cub, but he was hardly touching his food, more focused on staring intensely,...
(Note: This story, inspired by the upcoming Picard series, is a one-off departure, set years in the future from the current run of Surefoot stories. The characters, histories and events depicted here are not necessarily what will happen to them in the years to come, not even in the internal universe of my stories) Planet Cait, Shall Clanlands, Stardate 671...
My trainer and I had been on the road some time. A younger man and a Houndoom make for a pretty intimidating pair on any road, so the day I realised that something was following us, its easy to say that I got a little uneasy. I started to wander off into the woods as we walked, keeping a distant track on my trainer as I tried to track down the scent... Ther...
The early rays of morning sunlight were peeking through the entrance to the den when the girl opened her eyes. Most of the pack was still sleeping around her. She remained still for a moment, luxuriating in the warm, furry cushion of her pack brother's body that her head rested against, but gradually she began to move. And as she stirred, so did Tailchaser,...