The dark-coated Wolf wandered through the forest, if such nightly prowls could truly be considered wanderings. It had been ten years since The Fall. The Zombie plague came, wiping out ninety percent of the world's population. Ten percent of seven point one billion is still a lot of people, some would say. Of course, those who would say that are without a dou...
Twenty minutes to go, but Silver was always late. My stomach felt strange, rippling and light, filled with anticipation. My business partner, head down studying mindless papers, was oblivious of my current conflict. He looked up. 'Half past four, half past four, what time is that for a sales rep to come in? We shut in thirty minutes.' I went to stumble a...
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. **** Werewolf's Lust Silver snarled as he powered thro...
A Fond Farewell The week with Sue went all too quickly. Unfortunately I had to work a couple of evenings so we didn't see each other as much as we all would have liked. Vicky and Sue had other things to do as well. I suggested to Tony that we make her last night on the Thursday a memorable one. "You mean just in case she doesn't remember any of the rest of...
Chapter 1: Vixens Questions, Comments & Suggestions: contact me via the CONTACT tab on my profile. Through fuzzy thoughts and an aching head, the beautiful young woman struggled to regain her composure. Her green eyes squinted through the smoke, scanning the ruin of the plane's cockpit as she attempted to gain her bearings. Brushing a shock of golden h...
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. **** The Spirit "Siiiilver..." The whisper hissed thr...
The initial attraction was her art. It’s true; she wasn’t even there when I got to her booth at the Arts Festival. A triangular-shaped, rounded-edged piece with a crazy lid first caught my attention. “Touch it, if you like,” I heard from behind me. Flowing hair, flowing skirt, piercing but gentle eyes attached to the sweet voice. Sparks exploded into the t...
Author's Note: This was written for a short story competition with the theme of Colors. Entries had to be a thousand words or fewer. There is not much sex in this story, so be forewarned. Enjoy! *** "Why do I have to be Mr. Pink?" As he woke from a deep sleep, Ebron Johnson recognized the classic line from one of his favorite movies but it didn't coincide...
And there it was. The million dollar question. She was trying not to scarf down the sandwich as though she hadn't eaten in days, but she truly hadn't really eaten in days. Her stomach cramped painfully as she forced herself to go slow, swallowed and took a sip of his brew. She had never been much of a drinker and the beer was bitter on her tongue. Pulling a...
Author's Note: Everybody in this work of fiction is at least 18 years old. ***** Early one Saturday morning, twenty year old Stephanie Gordon awoke in her dormitory room at the university with her body suffused with a deliciously wicked feeling of horniness. The pretty brunette would have the room to herself until the following morning because her roommat...