He arrived at the warehouse, panting from all this running. Usually, he was quite good in any kind of exercise, due to years of fighting training. But endurance was clearly his weakness. He wasn�t able to manage correctly his energy. And he hadn�t run so fast and so long for a while. The adrenaline had helped him push his body to the limits, and he was paying a hard price for it. Trying to pace the rhythm of his own heart and to catch his breath, he cursed himself for whatever he will discover b

Relaxing
at Work
“I
swear that guy’s not happy unless he’s complaining. I mean,
seriously, I tell him not to do something because it’ll be too
strenuous for him and, what does he do? He goes and does it anyway,
just so he can bitch about having to do it because ‘no one else
will’!”
“Uh-huh…”
I mumble, pulling another box down out of the cooler’s bin and
popping it open to get at the packages of steak inside. Tom and I
both work in the meat cooler at our store, keeping bus

Lynara sighed. Sitting patiently in the living room, she waited for her human to come home, staring at the clock on the wall.
 
Like reading, like using tools, she had learnt the use of this thing. Humans always had a desperate need to measure time� But for her, this was just a way to measure how long she had to wait� She knew, for example, that he fed her when the small needle was pointing to the seven and the longer one to the twelve.
 
And she knew that the chances to hear the doo

He woke up with a jolt, his chest heaving. He could have sworn he had heard a terrifying sound nearby, like some kind of a beast was growling. Nervous, he checked the dragoness sleeping next to him, ensuring she was still there. She was smiling peacefully, her forepaw resting on his chest like she was afraid he could disappear.
 
During the night, she had been a little bit noisy. She would let out small moans and shift, sometimes drawing him closer to her body and sometimes pushing him ju

The SnakeDance


Written by KavenBach 2007



“All right, Bobby. Ready for your big show?”

Jenny smirked down at Bobby, her pet python, as she fiddled with the camcorder she'd set up in the corner of the small room. The camcorder wasn't recording right then, but otherwise it would have gotten a very tight close-up of her small, perky breasts, just barely contained by a small black lace bra.

Bobby watched her disinterestedly from on the ground. She'd owned the python fo

Rory held onto the
pole of the subway car as it rattled along the dark tracks. He
exhaled, the sound lost among the bustling noise around him. The
large crowd of people around him was making him uncomfortable,
especially considering where he was heading.
He absentmindedly
crumpled up the little paper he had in his pocket, finding himself
unable to take his hands off of it as he stared out the window,
waiting for a station sign to come into view. When it finally did,
he hopped off of the tr

Sighing, Nick was walking down the street, heading to his house. He didn�t really know what to do�
 
He was coming back from the vet, and kept staring at the vial he had just bought� Cats and dog owners surely had an easier life than his, but he had no right to complain about it since he had chosen it. Indeed, when people usually chose regular pets, he had preferred something more�exotic� Because of the reasonable size of his house, he had decided that he could afford a bigger companion. H

I
woke up this morning feeling today was going to be a ordinary day
with my studies and sitting around watching family guy all day. I
rose up from my bed feeling morning hitting all over my body after an
hot night (For some people that are wondering, I never like sleeping
in clothes because my doll house can get very stuffing at night
especially during the summer and my clothes always get itching at
night). I put on a pair of shorts aand waited outside my house for
someone to pick me up. After a

“Morning
sweetie…” floated softly through the darkened room, and a few
moments later the door swung silently open just enough to admit a
form into the gloomy room. As stealthy as ever, Soline straightened
up after entering, head and shoulders reaching above the door-frame,
her head only a foot or so from brushing the ceiling. The nine foot
panther’s stature makes buildings not specifically built for her
small by comparison, but she’s had plenty of practice and simply
bends slightly to