It did not take Hera too terribly long to change out of her sleepwear after taking a fast shower, then allowing him to do the same while she packed up some clothes, toiletries and other various supplies, and finally joining him at the door. She had selected a laid-back and comfortable outfit, comprising of a military-style undershirt underneath her heavy leather jacket, combat pants, and boots.
Despite packing light, she had a considerably weighty suitcase slung up ove...
2022-09-02 18:20:20 +0000 UTC
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The ringing of a phone stirred Kelin from his slumber. It wasn't so much actual ringing, but actually a dial-tone version of Carol of the Bells. Rising groggily from his pillows of bountiful bear bosom, he fumbled blindly at the coffee table until his hand landed on top of his vibrating cell.
His vision was blurry; the doctor had warned him about going to sleep in his contacts, so easy to remember now as he sat up and rubbed at his eyes. His movements distu...
2022-08-29 16:44:06 +0000 UTC
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The grim, monotonous beep of the heartrate monitor filled the oppressive silence of the hospital room. Erie Heen sat slumped forward in her uncomfortable, seemingly too-small padded chair. From over her crossed, burly, scar-padded paws, she watched the gentle rise and fall of her daughter's chest on the crisp, clean hospital bed. There was something so final and fatalistic in seeing the drastic difference of someone healthy and active just that morning, followed immediately ...
2022-08-29 16:43:06 +0000 UTC
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Tale 1: Interviews and Accords
"And you know what you're to do?" King Tribalt demanded for the fourth time. "You know of the plan, for certain? For if you attempt to trick us, I'll..."
"You'll what? Exactly?" quipped back the man in rags. He cast his eyes, one lavender purple and the other pure black, at the doddering, heavily bearded, and gilded man in dirty robes. The crease in the man's forehead stuck out sharply in the glow of the torches set into...
2022-08-28 09:00:38 +0000 UTC
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To clarify for some who have asked, concerning the canon lore names for the differing Anthro Species, Definitions, Lore, and other information, I decided I would make a list of them for everyone to enjoy!
Please leave comments for questions, concerns, or requests for clarification.
For Example: All Anthros are an Omnivorous Species, but differing Breeds prefer different diets.
Origins: Anthros hail from a different homeworld than Earth, having trav...
2022-08-27 22:08:40 +0000 UTC
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*A commission for Schnno*
Time: 10:15 P.M.
"Are the display cases all locked?"
"Yes."
"Are the bathrooms swept and mopped?"
"Yes."
"Have you restocked the shelves?"
"Yes I have. We are running low on cases of that one energy drink, Trigger or something."
"They discontinued that."
"Shit, really? Damn, I liked those."
"That's the way things work. Good stuff gets canceled, mediocre stuff gets prolonged...
2022-08-27 18:51:20 +0000 UTC
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Shuffle steps, quick and light. Balance on the backfoot, anchor for stability, duck and weave while shifting weight. Uppercut counter to a presumed straight left, follow up with rapid three-punch combo to the center of mass.
The dull thuds of Sam's wrapped and gloved punches echoed dully around the otherwise thundering noise of the gym. The sandbag swayed lightly from the impacts, more so than they had when he first started. The chain's jostling rhythm w...
2022-08-27 18:48:53 +0000 UTC
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The key to surviving any fight was footwork: a solid stance and quick movements, flowing from one position to the next. The attacks one made after the fact were but a byproduct of effective grounding. From stability would come strength, from mobility would teach speed, and from adaptability: accuracy. These were the tenets of any fighter's core discipline, whether using fists or weaponry. The strongest punch in the world would mean nothing if it came from a place...
2022-08-27 18:47:24 +0000 UTC
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*A commission for Spartan514*
Left. Obvious right. Spinning uppercut to avoid immediate retaliatory haymaker. Expect flurry of retort, target favors left side. Take three hits, target believes advantage then counter high, press close, establish grapple underneath crux of the left arm, push off balance with elbow to the coccyx. One two combo, targeting lower stomach, then throat jab. Stomp kick to back of exposed calf as diaphragm hemorrhages and b...
2022-08-27 18:45:22 +0000 UTC
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NO WORDS NECESSARY
A Commission for GuardianWolfz
Part 1
The clatter of the barbell thudding down into its resting place echoed around the weight-lifting room. It had a feeling of finality to it, somehow louder than the otherwise tumult and bustling energy that filled the area. Cordelia Zharatova met the inquisitive eyes of her clubmates without a word before she continued removing the round weights from either end of the ba...
2022-08-27 18:01:59 +0000 UTC
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She's the Boss
A commission for NoctisCalem
Part 3, !Lemon!
A/N Extremely NSFW material ahead. You have been warned.
The car ride was a hot and heated one. Grif's mind was lost in the sweltering pressure and delicious flavor of Elizabeth, his boss, as she all but attacked his face. He could feel her trunk draped over his shoulder, exposing her lips for her to seemingly attempt to devour his own, smaller ones.&nb...
2022-08-27 16:52:02 +0000 UTC
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She's the Boss
A commission for NoctisCalem
Part 2
Elizabeth Johnson checked the time on her phone as the limo crept annoyingly, frustratingly slow through the evening traffic. 5:57. She was running late. Elizabeth despised being late. All her life, the Loxon woman had lived on a schedule. Even when she had been a calf she had been this way. Her parents had attempted to break her out of a self-imposed and heavil...
2022-08-27 16:50:40 +0000 UTC
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"She's the Boss"
A Commission for NoctisCalem
Part 1
Griffith James struggled to hold onto the number of oversized files in his hands as he stumbled into the lift. The golden-stylized doors slid closed barely a second after his heels had cleared them and he sighed in relief, trying once again to adjust his hold on the dozen or so folders that were making his arms ache to hold onto. He seriously wished that the company would just g...
2022-08-27 16:47:18 +0000 UTC
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TOGETHER WE HEAL
A Commission for LastOmega25
(A/N: This Chapter contains details of PTSD, Trauma, some bigotry, and tense situations. Viewer discretion is advised. All those who are serving or have served, my heart goes out to you, my battle-brothers and sisters.)
Lucy waited patiently at the steps of the restaurant for Aiden to show. She stood stock-still and silent, observing the passersby as they walked into and out of the establi...
2022-08-27 16:35:19 +0000 UTC
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TOGETHER WE HEAL
A Commission for LastOmega25
Part 1
"All right, very good work everyone!" stated Therapist Ling as the class all panted from exertion, strain, and varying states of fatigue. The limber Simian uncurled herself from the complicated yoga pose she had been resting in while guiding the dozen or so various species of Anthro and Humans present. "You're all making great progress. Let's meet back up next week."
As w...
2022-08-27 16:31:29 +0000 UTC
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Going forward, all stories from Wattpad will continue their migration here, first chapter of each reposting to Wattpad and later chapters as written posted for Patron content. Right to a Bear's Arms and Feral High will continue their staggered rerelease as public content until both are caught up to current status. To encourage readers and both existing and potential subscribers, please add your votes on which stories you'd like to see given some preference over others/reposted fir...
2022-08-27 16:07:42 +0000 UTC
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They rode up the elevator to Hera's apartment in mostly silence. Kelin's nerves were firing faster than he could ever remember, even more so than even senior prom. He kept glancing up at Hera, who seemingly every time, at the exact same time, looked down at him out of the corner of her bright, yellow eyes.
He could barely believe that he was here; everything that had happened in such a respectively short amount of time. He took a deep breath to try and steady himself, ...
2022-08-27 15:59:55 +0000 UTC
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Ashleigh's Hummer ground to a stop in front of the police station. There were several squad cars of various sizes parked in the appropriate spots. Safely nestled against the opposing curb, Anon could not resist a shiver going down his spine as he faced the granite-grey building. The entire thing looked more akin to a stone fortress, its construction rounded like a bomb shelter rather than matching the usual, uniform, square-shape of the various other shorter buildings around...
2022-08-27 15:51:07 +0000 UTC
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*Author's Note: This chapter contains some deeply emotional parts about therapy, self-forgiveness, and some controversial material. As this is a work of fiction, please be understanding, and please enjoy. For all of you who have lost, are lost, or just need the idea to get help, please do. You are not alone*
The haze of cigarette smoke hung heavily in the air of the interrogation room. Hera's paws were cuffed loosely to the heavy steel table as a precaution. A...
2022-08-25 19:49:19 +0000 UTC
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Sullen huntress eyes watched the pair of lovey-dovey, unconventional, could-not-be-less-different high schoolers as they talked and laughed more and more. A claw fidgeted with a salt dispenser, tipping it halfway over and allowing it to resettle again and again. The furry chin was planted across the opposite wrist atop the food court table. The vinyl figurine in her bag was of little comfort.
"Ash."
She didn't respond. The lioness barely even registe...
2022-08-25 19:45:31 +0000 UTC
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Craig sat up upon the massive, four-
2022-08-23 15:35:50 +0000 UTC
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The Birdsong Karaoke bar was a nice establishment tucked down a side street in the deeper parts of Arknought city proper. Nestled between sprawling skyscrapers and illuminated by a bright neon sign, depicting a bird of ambiguous species trilling upon a branch, it seemed both pleasant and weirdly out of place. The entertainment district was an odd mishmash of construction, upbeat shops and restaurants, all of which was surrounded on all sides by the grim shadows of the buildings that towered a...
2022-08-23 15:22:32 +0000 UTC
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Kenzi felt stupid. She looked stupid. She had never felt more ridiculous and out of place in her life. She was standing in the middle of the mall, outside the store where she and Anon had agreed to meet up, frantically checking her phone every few seconds as if somehow it might change the fabric of reality and she could call this whole thing off. Why in the world had she suggested they go out on an official date?
'Because he mentioned that he really wanted to...
2022-08-23 15:18:26 +0000 UTC
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Cover art by JackRip!
Characters and Story belong to: Spartan514
2022-08-20 17:03:55 +0000 UTC
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"And then what happened?" demanded Ophelia, leaning forwards across Kelin's knees as he did situps. He grunted with the strain, the workout matt was plush underneath of him and he used its bounce to propel him upwards with every curl, but his abdominals were killing him, and he could feel a sheen of sweat on his lower back, staining his skintight workout shirt and probably the matt as well. He didn't sweat much in the usual ways that guys did, but that didn't mean he wasn't doing as much work...
2022-08-20 16:07:03 +0000 UTC
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Now that Anon and Kenzi were 'dating', things had gotten somehow more chaotic than ever before, and yet also more peaceful at the same time. She was still antisocial and gruff towards everyone, and in public rarely spoke a word, but she was also always close to Anon. He started to really appreciate that she wasn't in fact trying to be scary, she herself was scared of everyone. He never left her side as much as he could help it, and as a result, she actually started to ...
2022-08-20 16:05:59 +0000 UTC
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Hera hitched up her backpack upon her broad shoulders and stoically kept her rugged marching pace along the forest trail. It was not the Gym park; she had driven a fair ways out of town to reach a natural hiking trail that ran up into the thick forest and mountains outside of Arknought city limits. Here, the terrain was wild, rugged and untamed, just as it had always been before civilization had been forcefully planted in the valley down below.
Peering through th...
2022-08-18 16:00:04 +0000 UTC
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The train rumbled along the tracks up above them on the hill. The wooden planks bounced and rattled beneath the weight of the engine, the rusted metal tracks creaking every now and then. Anon couldn't be sure when they had last been replaced. They didn't look broken or as if they were rotting away, but there was something a bit unsettling about seeing those otherwise sturdy materials shifting every so often as the train chugged upon them. Car after car sped past his vi...
2022-08-18 15:58:11 +0000 UTC
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It was not cold out, but a light breeze still filled the air, heralding the continuance of a brisk and healthy spring season. As it ever was around this time, the gym's jogging track was shrouded in a light mist that came up from a distant, sparkling lake that the trails looped around at various intersecting points. Kelin had thrown on a sleeveless hoodie jacket over his tanktop, if only to keep himself from getting too cold since he wouldn't be running. He shielded his eyes a bit from the br...
2022-08-16 16:55:47 +0000 UTC
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Anon sagged onto the gymnasium bleachers, completely wiped out. Feral High Phys. Ed was much more intensive than his old Human schools had been. Alongside the normal run, stretch, warm-up exercises, Anthro students also had to partake in basic lifting, pull-ups, yoga, and a form of hand-to-hand grappling. Being Human, he had been exempt for the most part from the last one except with the smaller Breeds. Even those had easily overpowered him, but almost all of them had ...
2022-08-16 16:54:53 +0000 UTC
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