It
was something straight out of my most sensual dreams. Mrs. Oakwood's
hot, wet mouth opened up below me like a gaping canyon, and in the
short time I had before the inevitable plunge, I took in as many
details as I could. Her long, floppy tongue spilled out to form a
welcome mat guarded by her sharp teeth, still a little dirty and
stained from her omelet breakfast just a few hours before, and the
dark, deep cave that was the opening to her throat all tempted and
beckoned me as she held my by m

It
was a crush if there ever was one. I visited her every weekend (even
more if I had the time), thought of her every day, and sent gifts and
presents as often as I could. I'd taken enough photos of her to fill
an entire iPhone 4, and every desktop, home screen, and personal
space I owned was filled with constant reminders of my affection. In
fact, I swear that she was really the only thing that kept my world
turning.
There
was just one problem, really. It wasn't too significant, but it was
defi

The
following is a collection of stories, journals, and diaries written
by the fox FELIX VULSON before his disappearance. Includes an
interview with DANIEL DOBERMAN. DO NOT DISCLOSE.
From
company floppy disk labeled "Spreadsheets, 2/97",
"Untitled.doc" 2/5/97:
His name was Daniel Doberman, and he was everything a fox like
me could want. Strong, handsome, funny as hell, and smarter than
anyone else I knew, he was absolutely perfect...
The
only problem is that he doesn't know I

Intro:
In
the beginning, there was nothing. No stars, no planets, and not even
a universe to fit them in; there was only Taco Fox.
He
was an anomaly. A creature that on the outside was a devilishly
handsome cross fox, but on the inside was an even tastier economy
taco, a deliciously bizarre mixture of yin and yang, fur and shredded
chicken, and everything in between. Some say he arose from a
particularly drunken date between a fox and her food, some say his
existence transcends all the gods in t

Reginald
Wolverine was a pristine example of his species: intelligent,
graceful, and equipped with a bulky, beautiful body to go along with
all of it. He was young and handsome, but yet was still able to carry
an old-world charm that could only be described as victorian. Whether
it was the clothes, the house, or the way that he talked with such
overwhelming eloquence, one thing was certain: Reginald was the
city’s finest wolverine.
And
he was determined to make today no different. Reginald mad

The
image of a hapless cartoon cat races across the television screen,
followed by a dog in hot pursuit. It was a scene that I’d seen
countless times, but it still manages to make me smile; by the sound
of it, I’m not the only one.
I
glance down to the red cross fox curled across my belly, and just
manage to catch a glimpse of his jaws wide-open with laughter. His
name is Julian, my sweet little foxy that I’ve known and loved for
months now, and I continue to brush and groom his soft, warm

It
could not, would not, end like this.
The
thought raced through Peter’s mind like a desperate anthem, pushing
him down the forest path with every step. Moonlight, wind, and leaves
swirled past in an impish dance, and the man leapt over a mossy
fallen tree, scrambling to stay on his feet.
He
had been chased dozens of times, maybe even hundreds, but never by
something as nasty as this. She defied all logic, everything his mind
of reason and cleverness had taught him, and instead shrouded herse

The Zero Horizon Hotel and Nightclub was just like any other in downtown New Kottenburg - boisterous, crowded, and packed with enough strobes to give the entire city a seizure. Ear-splitting dubstep ripped through the club to rock everything from soda to concrete, lights flashed and flickered fast enough to cause the uninitiated to black out, and the DJs were worshipped like gods.
The dance floor spread out before the stage like a sea, a living, teeming mass of fur, sweat and body fluids that l

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 Hazy, mid-afternoon sun trickled into Mrs. Redtail's history class. The blackboard was filled with wild, unintelligible scribblings that ran like monsters from end to end, and the

The
red-orange light of Azurea-2's sun sparkled against vibrant, blooming
forests, cloud-piercing mountains, and whisper-still lakes. The
planet's triplet moons, Azurea-2A, B, and C, hung against the amber
sky like pearls cast into a flame, and the cries of countless fauna
rang out to shatter the silence.
There
was no other way to describe it; Azurea-2 was absolutely beautiful.
In a system filled with little more than asteroids and a handful of
'dead' planets, it was a paradise, a fertile, bloom

It was a perfect, warm summer day, not too hot or not too cold thanks to a light gentle breeze carefully balanced by the sun overhead. Birds chirped in trees lining the city streets, dozens of cars bumbled across bumpy pavement, and Felix the fox hopped down his steps and off onto the sidewalk for his afternoon stroll to the bus.
 
Normally there would have been a heavy bag of books on his shoulders, or even a laptop under his arm, but today, there was nothing. There was no point in carryi

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con. We in no way condone or support the acts described except
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The
bathroom door slowly swung open, and Abigail started pawing into the
bedroom. Her eyes were fixed on the ground before turning up to the
cityscape through another window, and she quietly smiled to herself
while watching the b

The sprawling suburbs of historic New Kottenburg glittered beneath the pale, star-lit sky. The streets were littered with commuters, their headlights filling the roads with snake-like ribbons of muted yellow, and the distant neon-electric signs splashed the buildings with color.
This was the city's most vibrant hour, almost everyone was out, and it was truly beautiful...
To the uninformed observer.
Truth be told, there were much nicer places to live in New Kottenburg than the historic distri

A few days passed, and things were going extremely well for Skitch and Rip. They were happy, in love, and Skitch’s predatory urges had nearly stopped. Most of the day had been spent playing and talking to each other, and as the sun finally dipped below the trees, they prepared for sleep.
Rip dropped down next to Skitch, and gave her a few tickles with his tail before curling up to her body.
“Oh sweety, you’re so cute!” Skitch laughed and pulled Rip against her body to tickle his ribs

“So... wanna play?” Skitch purred and gave Rip another quick squeeze.
“Yeah,” Rip made up his mind and grinned a little, “Why… why not?”
“Yay!” Skitch jumped up and helped Rip to his paws, a wide smile on her face.
He dusted himself off, “Thanks…”
“Alright, now my clearing’s that way!” Skitch pointed somewhere behind Rip, causing him to suddenly turn around.
“Oh. RIGHT.”
He hesitantly stared ahead, “And you just chase me? That’s it?”
“Yup!” Skitch

The
afternoon sun shone through the trees, illuminating a small grassy
clearing. A light breeze brushed through the plants, gently bending
the grass blades and tossing a few leaves through the air. Birds
quickly darted among branches, insects hummed in the warm heat; it
was a beautiful afternoon.
At the edge
of the clearing, a young fox sat at the base of a tree, quietly
watching the surrounding forest. He had been there for a few hours,
half-sleeping, half-napping, and slowly curled