Wendy sighed as she set down her bag and plopped onto her supposedly ergonomic office chair. The vixen didn’t have a bad job, per se. It paid well, she could usually sneak a few do-nothing hours into the day, and there was a full gym on the second floor that employees were free to use when they were off the clock. It was just that it was beginning to feel like a waste, putting all of those hours into that gym to maintain her figure when there was no one to flaunt that figure for. The whole

Emma jogged along on the indoor track, trying to keep her heart rate up. The red and gold griffin wasn’t overly focused on fitness, but she did feel as though it was important to keep in shape. Her weight tended to swing a
lot,
what with the number of… particularly
large meals
she ate from time to time. Again, it wasn’t much of a concern for her. She liked to sport some pretty major curves. Being eye-catching

Dot shut her eyes and eased into the chair. She felt the little tingly thrill of taboo as the cool cups of the sensors pressed to her temples. Everyone these days made it a point to have their brain scanned into the After-Image. It was essentially guaranteed digital immortality. When you die, they boot you up in the simulation and life from then on is an endless computerized paradise, like living in a video game. But there were basically two ways to get into the After-Image. You could get the pr

Teya flipped open the book she’d been given. The Maskers had been so kind to the little Kobold, out on her first real adventure away from the land of her birth. It would have been difficult to live out here without their help. Outside of the Greater Lands, things like Kobolds were a rare site. She didn’t think she was terribly frightening. Who would be scared of a little blue and gray kobold who barely came up to the navel of the average human? But still, when she walked the streets,

Cora pushed up the sleeves of her lab coat to adjust her rubber gloves. Technically it was a violation to be working alone in the lab—they were working on some pretty dangerous stuff—but she always felt as though she got her best work done after the others left for the day. Maybe it was that the caffeine buzz that got her through the majority of her shift was finally balanced with the exhaustion of the work day. Maybe it was just that the rest of the crew spent as much time getting o

Okay, what needs explaining… This is a fanfic ending to a book called The Coin of Kenvard. It’s the sixth book in a series called the Book of Deacon. I suspect no one here has read it, so here’s what you need to know to understand it.Ayna is a fairy, who I may have lightly ripped off for Meeta.Calypso is a mermaid who transforms into a more human form for much of the story.Mott is a necromancer’s familiar, built from spare parts such that his head is a jackal’s, his bod

A
burned out freelance photographer named Alan collapsed onto the
couch. His day had been a long one, and he’d barely gotten out of
it alive.
Monsters, mobsters, you name it, they were all after him. The only
reasons he was still alive were the help of his old friend Jessie
from the police force and his rather unusual shadow. At the moment,
Jessie was asleep in the other room. This was her house, after all.
As for his shadow…
The
inky silhouette on the wall stretched up and away from the sle

Emma huffed in irritation and rolled over. She’d been trying to get to sleep for three hours. She glanced at the clock. Make that three and a half hours. It was well after midnight now, and her morning alarm certainly wasn’t going to care that she hadn’t gotten a good night’s sleep. Her stomach rumbled. Maybe a snack would help her get to sleep.
 
 
She dragged herself from bed and trudged for the door. Emma lived alone, so her nocturnal attire was… largely absent, actual

The
kitsune was a young four-tail, barely a teenager, and not terribly
wise in the ways of the human world. She’d been raised in her
mother’s realm, and while her mother had told her plenty of tales
about the human world, and the college campus, and all the
cat-creatures and others who lived there, there was a difference
between stories and experience. Her mother had not been inclined to
visit the world so much. She thought she might in another fifty
realm-years or so--which is to say, anoth

I’d
been standing on the side of the road for hours, just looking for a
ride. Early on I was getting passed up by dozens of cars. Now it was
getting late and I hadn’t even seen
a car in twenty minutes. When I saw the glare of a headlight
approaching, I frantically waved my arms. Almost immediately my heart
dropped. Rather than a car with a headlight out, it was a motorcycle…
with no side car.
Just
my luck, this
was the one that stopped.
The
biker woman was, in a word, bodacious. She was se

In
a large, freshly built research facility, a young grad student named
Gale Dekker eagerly recorded notes. For the last six weeks she'd had
the rare and valuable opportunity to be given almost exclusive access
to an endangered creature called a Structophis
Gastrinae,
or Pizza Dragon. Contrary to what the name would imply, it was not a
half-dragon/half-pizza, but rather a half-dragon/half-pizza oven.
She was a big girl already, and getting bigger by the week. She stood
at a bit over eight feet t

Margaret
was tired. I had been a long day, and her shift was nearly over.
She’d genuinely thought working at a women’s clothing store was
going to be a dream job. She’d always been into fashion, and for
that matter, she’d always been into women. A high-end boutique like
this one only stocked sizes suited for athletes, models, and trophy
wives. Her days were set to be 8 hour stretches of endless eye candy
with brief periods of checking out the latest fashion trends. Right?
Boy
was she wro

Wendy
tossed and turned in her bed. Let's face it, she wasn't used to
sleeping alone. Typically it wasn't a problem. She was devastatingly
beautiful, even by vixen standards, with silken orange-red fir and
killer curves that caught the eye of the males of every species.
Though she'd just gotten over a rather messy breakup, it just didn't
feel right being in a bed without another warm body to cuddle with.
That was probably why she'd gone out to the bar a few nights prior,
and why she'd stayed so