Wendy the Vixen paced through the home she shared with her friends and lovers, Meeta the Fairy and Tammer the Fox. The others had been spending a lot of time shopping at a market a few hours away, and frankly, it was becoming tiresome. On one hand, they’d been bringing back a great deal of truly fascinating gadgets and such. On the other hand, both Meeta and Tammer had spent so much time either buying these devices or studying them that Wendy was left with nothing to do.Today was worse tha

Mable
shifted a bit, murmuring pleasantly to herself as she felt the smooth
flesh around her rub through the thin fabric of her dress. It wasn’t
so long ago that she’d been walking in a sunny field, looking for
exotic herbs and hoping to spot a local fairy. That couldn’t have
been more than an hour ago, but it was difficult to say that with any
certainty. Time rapidly lost meaning when one was so thoroughly
isolated from the outside world. All she had to go on was the deep
thump of the pul

"I
don't know about this," Trifta said. "I hear the tribals
aren't like the ones we talk to every day."
"Oh,
you worry too much. Fairies are fairies, and we both know the fairy
fields are always the places with the prettiest flowers, so what
better place to visit?" said Mable.
Trifta,
the worrywart of the pair, was a wolfess. She was dressed simply, in
the sort of rough cloth adventurers tended to wear. A practical
outfit for a practical anthro. Mable was a lizard g

Rica
watched from the trees as the last of the candles was snuffed out in
the window of the curio shop. She’d been watching for hours, but
the young raccoon had learned long ago that if you wanted to have a
good haul, you had to be patient. As soon as the street was deserted,
she dropped down silently.
As
an anthro raccoon, she’d been born to be a thief, but lately humans
had been doing a remarkable job of horning in on her territory. She
could
have simply shaken her fist and cursed them for

Rica watched from the trees as the last of the candles was snuffed out in the window of the curio shop. She�d been watching for hours, but the young raccoon had learned long ago that if you wanted to have a good haul, you had to be patient. As soon as the street was deserted, she dropped down silently.
 
As an anthro raccoon, she�d been born to be a thief, but lately humans had been doing a remarkable job of horning in on her territory. She could have simply shaken her fist and cursed them