Anthro Shark TFWill walked along the little glass corridor in the aquarium. He was surrounded by a glass tube that people could walk through, immersed underwater, displaying the many hundreds of species of marine ecology, both animal and plant. He was working for the zoo, and right now he was simply traversing the walkway to get to his next workstation. He was the janitor/clean-up guy, It was Sunday, and now he was on his way to his last stop, to clean up the penguins' little part of the aquarium, and he had a student to help him, a high schooler who needed volunteer hours. As he walked along the corridor, he looked around him. There was fish, swimming contentedly, bright coral shining in the noon sun, and big reeds of seagrass dangling from the aquarium floor like the hands of the accursed, waving in the air from below the depths. Will sighed. But, then he noticed something- A tiger shark was following him. It was up next to the glass, swimming for the human. It stopped in front of the glass nearest
Bully Turns CentauressTonight was the night; Ashley was going to graduate high school. She was going to be able to walk up the aisle and shake the principle's hand and receive her diploma and then she will be able to start her life. The Auburn haired, athletic looking woman was one of the most dedicated students to her studies and athletic abilities. Yet, she was one of the most conniving students too.
As one of the top students in the class Ashley was accepted to some of the most prestigious schools in the country. Yet, instead of being humble about it Ashley was one of the most stuck-up students in the school. In her pursuit of academic excellence she had stepped on nearly everyone's foot in high school. Getting people in trouble for the most minor of offenses, even getting several teachers fired because they didn't give her an 'A+' in their class. With the fact that many students and teachers started to resent her by her senior
Every werewolf has her dayThe young Worgen Druid awoke in a daze, her location was a mystery but wherever she was it wasn't good. She attempted to stand but found tight metal shackles fastened around her wrists and ankles, she could tell by the feeling that she was laying upon a strong wooden table, what more it seemed to possess a silencing enchantment making any mana usage impossible. Her eyes began to adjust to her dark surroundings revealing to her dismay she seemed to be locked in a dungeon of sorts, the last thing she could recall was her and a large number of her friends performing a raid on the crossroads when little short of an army of Horde showed up. She along with her friends had scattered but something hit her... A dart maybe, whatever it was she blacked out moments later. She then noticed something else, her armour had been removed leaving her only in her silk white underwear. She struggled with all of her might but was unable to budge the immensely strong restraints, she couldn't even attempt to
I. Anthro Beauty StandardsIt isn't until you really think about it that you wonder what the standards for fashion and beauty may be in the world of anthros. Considering that humans and anthros are quite significantly different in a numerous amount of ways, it's only natural that their set of standards be different as well.
Anthros of one general color are viewed as much more attractive than those of multiple. While it seems that those of many markings and hues might be much more attractive, this isn't so for anthros. Why is it that the single color rule stands? Many aren't quite sure, but it might be because of the fact that high-class members of society are often of simple design. Connect the two together and you see that many would be under the influence that one color equals good.
Does eye color stand under this rule as well? Yes. Those marked with plain eye colors such as blue, green, or amber are seen as normal under the views of society. Pink and purple are frowned upon and taken up as "weird" or "creepy"
ExoticIt was nearly show time.
Adjusting her laced garments, she heard her name echo out over the loudspeakers: "And now, the lady you've all been waiting for, Miss Marissa Simon!" The loud, hearty cheers of her faithful fans made her grin wickedly. She could feel their lust for her; tense and longing for her to come out and perform. They always were so greedy with her, never willing to share. Fist-fights had become a common occurrence because of her, and now paramedic team had to stand nearby for every show.
But it wasn't as if she cared.
The curtains before her were flung open and every eye in the room was unwillingly drawn. She stepped onto center stage, letting the neon strobe lights flash against her glitter-covered skin. The men watched her with unblinking eyes as she approached the pole and began her dance.
They cheered and hooted, while she twisted and pressed against the cold metal. Marissa flashed a devious smile and slid across the stage, striking
That Anthro RomanceThat Anthro Romance
Bored on the beach, you're engrossed by a lithe silhouette stretching.
Long blonde hair and bikini gracing curves you found ever so fetching.
Soon you are chatting and time passes in a wondrous, dizzying blur.
Enchanted by those canines, find your hands caressing her divine fur.
Then there's time spent in concert, dinner, movies and trips to the fountain.
A weekend away from the city a rustic cabin at the foot of a mountain.
Fingers 'tween claws, you scamper into lush meadows, under sylvan tall trees.
Through brambles and streams, four nostrils flaring as sniffing the breeze.
Long weekends sequestered with kisses, massages and some heavy petting.
Two tangled figures, hearts pounding, both groping, one panting, one sweating.
By morning, there's coffee and breakfast, plans made and confessions together.
At evening, it's leisurely strolls and promises vowed of commitment forever.
She's looking at houses girded by rolling green lawns, large oaks and thick pines.
My Scream Becomes My HowlAt first, all I could focus on was the intense pain in my shoulder.
I was vaguely aware of the sounds around me, the snarls, the howling, the growling. I could dimly feel the forest floor beneath me, the soil, the fallen pine needles.
But all I could focus on was the burning, crushing pain in my right shoulder.
With my mind so clouded by pain, I could barely comprehend what had become of my night. Eric had offered to explain himself, if I was still willing to hear it, which, of course, I was. You don't kiss a girl with that kind of passion and then pull away in nothing short of terror without explaining yourself. So he asked me to come walk with him through the forest tonight, promising to answer any and all questions I had.
And now I was curled on the ground, clutching my throbbing, bleeding shoulder as a pair of massive wolves fought nearby.
The more I tried to remember what had happened, the clearer it became and the less my shoulder hurt. Eric and I had howled playful