James
gasped for breath. Each powerful strike to his hips brought the
powerful maleness inside him so deep he felt the air pushed from his
lungs, and the older guy he’d gone home with was pounding faster
than he had expected. The deer’s body was kept close to his date
with webbed paws grasping atop his narrow shoulders.
The
otter attached to those paws huffed, hilting again and again. He
curled his toes amongst the bedding as his knees bore the brunt of
his weight. This was Jack, and his bod

Barnaby
stumbled out of the restroom into the hall. His button down shirt was
half-tucked and his slacks showed a few splashes from spilled drinks.
The mouse took a moment to regain his balance, standing as though he
was on a boat that had just been struck by a wave. He dragged a bare
paw across the top of his head, and then started to walk back into
the office.
The
party for the whole floor of the cubicle farm had gotten a bit rowdy
since Susan from accounting decided to bring hard liquor. As s

Static
was bored. It seemed like years since the ferret had taken this
position, though it had perhaps only been a week, if that. His sister
had gotten him a job running a VR pavilion in the middle of a mall in
the middle of God-Only-Knows, The Midwest. All around him, the
fashions seemed to be trapped in the mid-90s. Honestly, having a VR
pavilion in your mall was pretty 90s itself. The job was slow, and he
didn’t even get to use the VR himself. He just helped customers in
and out of the rigs

Bruno
pressed a thick finger against the doorbell button alongside the
large door of the townhouse he’d just arrived at. The bear yawned,
trailing his other paw over his exposed belly, before a voice came
from inside.
“Bruno?
T-the door’s unlocked, I’m just finishing something up in here.”
At
the permission granted, the big bear grasped the door’s handle and
entered the house, his ears just barely grazing the doorframe at the
height of his stride. He closed the door behind him, and l

Basil
let out a long, slow, hissing yawn. The serpent writhed under the
heavy blankets of the bed, drowsily squeezing his coils around…
The nictitating membranes slid across his eyes in what counts as a
blink for snakes. In amongst his coils was a body pillow. The blue
ophidian adjusted, his white scutes rippling along the soft fabric of
its case. He tasted the air with his tongue with a simple flick. All
the expected scents, along with…
A
pink anthro rabbit entered the bedroom, carrying a

Snow
squinted up at the sun, then the clock outside of a nearby bank. 3:44
pm. She was on time. Within the next few minutes she knew her quarry
would come by. Chimes from a clock tower a few blocks away drifted to
her, signaling the quarter hour.
The
glossy Dalmatian turned her eyes towards the street corner to her
right, peering closely. If anyone noticed the white canine with no
fur to be found peering over a parked car while keeping most of her
body behind a tree, they let it be someone else