Dylan Addison stared out the window of his bedroom, sighing softly. Just two more years and the young otter would be able to live his dream. All he had to do was wait. He looked down at the brochure for the bondsman, staring at the number for the thousandth time, and the little small text next to it. Minors Require Parental Permission. If he could pluck up the courage to tell his family that he wanted to be a pet, there was a chance, however small, that he might be allowed to. But...his parents

The little website was definitely appealing, at least in content. Whoever had put it together would never win any design awards, unless they were things like “Worst Choice of Font” or “Color Scheme Most Likely To Clash.” But then, it wasn’t how they sold the product, but what they sold that brought Cean Matiadis, and other guys or girls like him, to the table. Cean looked at the models on the site. Cute guys and girls, always before and after. The before photos he was looking at specif

Kage
really couldn’t complain. Or at least, he shouldn’t
complain. He had a very important job. Secretary to Darya, the CEO of
Siminoff technologies. It paid pretty well. But it wasn’t without
its drawbacks. Darya was strict. And while he was barely below
average for a gray wolf, at 5’ 6”, Darya was downright Amazonian
at 11 ft tall (not counting her heels). It had a way of making an
already overbearing boss into a force of nature.
Right
now, the most irritating part of the job was the

Slipping into the back room, I let out a weary sigh, my ears folding back a bit as I attempted to find some modicum of relaxation away from the thumping bass and pressure of various bodies bumping and grinding against me in a mockery of 'dancing'. Why I ever let myself get pulled into a visit to some nightclub, I'll never know. I much prefer more open spaces, fresh air, sunlight. You know, things you can't find in a revamped dance hall filled with alcohol and hormones running wild.
Thankfully f

One of the benefits of being like me is that my brain is structured slightly differently, giving me a clear sense of time and spatial relations. What that mean, in concrete terms, is that I never get lost and I don’t need an alarm to wake up in the morning. I know when I need to be awake in the morning, and I just...wake up. I’m not one hundred percent sure how it all works, but I have never been late for any morning task.
I stood up from my pallet, and grabbed my prepared breakfast

The video opens by fading in from black, at first disorienting with glossy anti-shadows that turn out to be ambient reflections on a glass pane completely covering the field of view, and an oddly angled surface beyond that is an acoustic ceiling. The shadows of a slowly turning ceiling fan waver in the top corner.






Most importantly, though, off-center and mostly just an out-of-focus silhouette,

Richard
was awoken by a hard pressure in his lower belly, pushing against his
anus. It seemed his body was done with his wife. The fox threw the
sheets off of himself and swung a leg over the side as he massaged
his still swollen belly. Kathy had suggested it, a birthday dinner
she'd said. Somehow she'd known that he was a vorarephile, even
though they used entirely separate computers and he'd made sure to
delete his browsing history before letting her use his. The sites
had neglected to el