“Ugh,
we do we gotta be out here instead of somewhere with air
conditioning?” HT groaned. His mop of hair, which perpetually
covered the top portion of his head, looked heavier from how much he
was surely sweating. It didn’t help that the rotund raccoon was in
his trademark orange hoodie.
Tris
was in a tee shirt that was probably too small for him, but the dog
didn’t seem to care at the moment. “We told Circ we’d meet him
in the park, so we’re in the park.” The black lab gesture

“Tris,
where’s your door, you smelly dog!?”
The
Labrador perked up and smirked at hearing the confused cry of his
guest, casually strolling to the sliding glass door in his kitchen,
opening it, before walking down the steps past the garden, and
opening a gate in the fence. “Hey, Jag. Did you even look or did
you just park, see no door, and start screaming?”
The
house was set far back on the lot, with a long driveway leading up to
an area of asphalt that could be used as a parking lot,

A
curvy, feminine deer with one broken antler hip-swayed his way into
the pub. His eyes darted around the space, appraising its contents
and approving of generally the people he was used to seeing in this
place. He approached the bar and sat down with a sigh on a stool.
The
goat behind the counter looked over the cervine and chuckled. “You
better not be plannin’ any trouble tonight, Lysander…”
The
deer gasped in exaggerated offense at the statement, holding one hand
over his mouth. “I

Kotetsu
stared in awe. Everywhere he looked, there were pooltoys just
casually mingling with furs. The Zigzagoon dreamily made his way
through the party, openly gazing at every living vinyl being he came
across. Some ignored him, others gave him a look, good or bad, but he
didn’t really notice.
Eventually
he came across a door that looked like an air mattress. A sign taped
to it read “Flexier’s Bounce Room” and underneath it read in a
quick scrawl: “No sharp objects please”
The
anthr

Tristan
checked his phone again. The lunar dragon kept it strapped to his
left foreleg most of the time, since the device was designed for
anthros, clearly. The downside of this positioning was that he had to
crane his neck around to look at its screen due to how much longer it
was than his foreleg. However, he was accustomed to reading text at
anthro scales, and confirmed that yes, tonight was the night, and
that it did come from his friend’s email address.
Kealldin
had sent him an invite to

Baron
opened his eyes and immediately clenched them shut again. The light
was far too bright, a beam crossing his striped face. He’d taken a
string of vacation days off and it seemed like his body was doing
everything it could to make up his sleep debt. Or was it something
else?
He
reached one of his thick paws up towards his curtain string and felt
weighed down. The badger strained and got a blunt claw into the loop
and tugged. Once the blinds had closed he opened his deep blue eyes
again, an

 Brothers, Cam and Jay, a human and an otter respectively, were walking home after dinner out with their dates, Jordan and Kris, a mouse and another otter.
  "So, you two, tell us about your family!" Kris asked in what was meant to be an attempt at casual conversation, but the two brothers saw through as an attempt to determine lineage.
  Jay's stomach growled where it peeked from under his button-down shirt. He chuckled and idly patted the squishy dome.

 "Oh no, take it back." Geordi hissed, the coral snake naga curling away from his roommate in a huff. "No way we can take care of that."
 
  The rabbit standing alongside his prospective pet got defensive. "Hey, you said any pet I chose as long as it was small enough that you could eat it." Marcellin had one paw up on the neck of the beast he'd brought home, stroking soothingly just above the oversized collar.
 
  The beast i

  Huckleberry Tart was an exceptionally round pony. The grey pegasus' belly swayed and wobbled dangerously close to the ground when he walked on average, though when he was on the job it sometimes would drag along without help.
  He was a freelance food critic, and every few weeks he would make his critique of a restaurant by eating every single item on that restaurant's menu in one sitting. If it weren't for the unicorn who took dictation for him, most places he'd be too fu

Commission for Kami
Features my vulpine bard, Flux.
Contains omnoms.
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  The forest was steeped in mist. Morning had come and gone, and the sun had failed to burn the obscuring moisture from the air. A quiet guardian of the woods had left his home for the moment, and now walked along the edge of a broad river.
 
  He froze, hooded head twisting toward the sound of hooves pounding the peaty sod. A party of men drove a fox along with their horses, as

“C’mon
Dashie! C’mon Twi!” Pinkie Pie bounced along the sunset died
terra cotta earth towards the destination she only knew about, or at
least the location thereof.
Rainbow
Dash had no trouble keeping up with her friends, keeping a fairly
leisurely pace to bring up the rear of the three pony parade. She
apparently did enough stunt flying that day to keep her inner desire
to be first in check, Twilight thought.
Twilight
Sparkle, however, was having to maintain a quick trot to keep up with