A Night Call from Justice
"Son of a biscuit!" Vanessa's tongue in check cursing went mostly inaudible over a ringing of door chimes. The brown haired woman scrambled out of her bubble bath in frustration at having occupied it only moments prior. It would prove a little too...
Curse of the Weretoy
Someone had left their wolf pool toy in the hot tub. A fairly good one for that matter. Fully inflated, it rocked gently on the bubbling water looking slightly bigger than the average anthro. An excellent paint job detailed its cartoonish smiling face...
Food Court Flirtings
Slow, thunderous booms and soft tremors were the heralds of its arrival. Each mighty footstep sent deep piles of fat jostling across a round belly and broad hips. Such a chunky frame looked ready to explode out of their tight jeans and button-up shirt...