The Job Offer

“Lyrah! Problem!” Lyrah sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. She’d only just sat down into her padded, leather recliner in her private room. She fixed hazel eyes on the wooden mug of sweet, dark ale waiting to be downed. Lyrah scowled and...

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Don't Call Her Short

"Mornin', Short Stuff." Aika froze. The young coyote's ears bolted upright, then slowly flattened back. "Don't call me that, Arrd!" She hated it when her older brother teased her about her height. "But you _are_ short, aren't you?" Aika whirled...

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Growing Pains: Alex

­It was Sunday night, and Amanda had already showered and changed into her pajamas. Both her pants and shirt were baggy, just the way the chubby coyote girl liked them. Her pants were dark and checkered, while her shirt bore a golden triangle, and...

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A Good Joke

"Melissa! Melissa!" A familiar voice called out from behind the vixen as she stood at her locker, getting ready to head home from school for the day. "Hey, Melissa!" "Just a minute, Tom." Someone tugged her tail. "Hey, Melissa!" The vixen flicked...

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