A Powerful Mistake.



The Wrong Idea.



The B-Word Game.




A simple game, however immature it may be, with simple rules. Participants abstain from saying words that start with the letter B, and in the event they make a mistake in the presence of another participant, they could get slapped in the face. On the contra

Late Night.



Milk Run.



“Go get me some milk.”




Of course I’d known it was a bad idea. The night was late and most establishments had already barred their doors from entry from any potential customers, leaving most employees no longer shackled by their responsibilities, free to burn the hou

Behavioral Readjustment.



The Root of the Problem.



“How much do you think you contributed to the company?”



The question hit the young internee like a brick to the face, stunning him for a brief moment as he stared at the fox woman sitting in front of him behind her desk, muzzle propped onto her hands in

Shopping Shenanigans.



The Shepherd and The Bicolor Cat.



Ms. Xavier frowned as she observed the various articles of clothing she would love to purchase. Everything from the great sundresses, to the beautiful

knee-high

skirts, to the amazing blouses, and the eye-catching blazers, Ms. Xavier had so many choices to c

Professor’s Lounge.



Cougars and Shepherds.



It had been yet another tiring day of teaching a vast array of students and Ms. Xavier couldn’t help but sigh in content as she sipped on the cup of coconut joe, kicking back on one of the Professor’s Lounge many couches. She let her shoulders slump as she sunk into the plush cushions of the couch, allowing her muscles