Hey! I have been inactive for a long time, and I miss yall :D I'm gonna start writing again, but its gonna start small and grow into much larger stories. Not sure where this journey will lead, but I'm looking forward to it.

Also, on a side note, I'm not gonna be doing commissions any more and erotica is gonna be few and far between. Both those got me in a rut where it was no longer enjoyable for me, but I hope to be pumping out stories we all can enjoy together :)

ToraKuta's YCH is up, and the link to her this week's YCH is http://www.furaffinity.net/view/17926657/ . Her art is down right sexy as fuck, and I've never been disappointed by her work, it's always exceeded my expectations. To make it even better this week's winner will get a free story, written by me, to go along with the illustration. Please check her out at http://www.furaffinity.net/gallery/torakuta/ if you want to see more examples of her art.
If youre interested in the story I have in store for the YCH winners take a quick peek below at the story below. Hope you enjoy and I want the wish y'all the best, and wish y'all a happy and productive life!


The soft, warm breeze rustled the trees as two friends hiked through their favorite trail. Their yearly camping trip gave them time to get away from their busy life where bills, family and jobs cluttered their every living moment before they attempted to get enough sleep to drag themselves out of bed the next morning.
Here they got to sit back, talk about the past year, how they should get together more while putting back a few beers, and spend some quality time together. They had met on a hook up site about five years back, and had made a tradition to meet up for a week, and relieve each other of the past year’s stress. The wolf and fox both enjoyed hiking after rolling around in the tent, or in the grass, or after pinning each other up against a tree was to walk down this trail and looking up at the numerous stars that neither of them could see in the city.
“Man, it never fails to amaze me how different the night sky is when there aren’t any buildings to block the view.” Terry said to the wolf walking beside him. His head was tilted up towards the sky, and his dark orange fur glowed with the pale moon light. He had always loved the feeling of the forest wind blowing through his fur, and looking at how the forest transformed into something completely different when soaked in the gentle light of the moon. It made him feel freer than he did in his day to day life, and that sense of freedom gave his tail a sway he only got on occasion.
Greg smiled and squeezed the fox’s ass, “When out here the stars aren’t exactly the thing I’m glad I can see.” The wolf hooked his arm around the fox’s waist and lightly the fox’s tail, “I can’t touch the stars. I’ve always reached for them, but I’ve never been able to hold one in my paw, or fuck one.” The light brush of Greg’s tail sent tingles through Terry’s body. They brought a smile to his muzzle, “Come on, let keep walking. The sooner we get back to the camp site, the sooner you can make me look up at the stars.”
“Don’t gotta tell me twice.” Greg said as his pace quickened.
Terry’s ear flicked to the left, “Besides, I have the feeling were being watched.”
“Ah, that’s just the forest critters waiting for us to get back so they can watch.”
xXx
Two large men peered down from their perch in the large pine tree at the hikers as they briskly walked down their land.
“I knew I smelled trespassers! I knew it!” the large wolf growled.
“I smelled it too, Garret.” The coyote said to his companion. “There’s no reason to get too pissed about them being here. It’s been a while since we’ve had anyone come through these parts and pay our little fee.”
A toothy smile replaced the growl on Garret’s muzzle, “I hate to admit it Terrance, but you’re right. It’s been far too long since we’ve had any visitors to grace us with their presence.”
The two men look at each other cynically grinning. They both knew what the plan was. They had only done it many times before, and each time they got everything and more than they wanted.
xXx
“Calm down bud, you’re so tense for no reason. Nobody is following us, we’re in a forest. There are going random noises because there are critters and such. It’s nothing to get too worked up about.” Greg put his arm around his friend and rubbed his back.
“It’s not what I’m hearing; it’s what I smell. I smell someone else besides us, and it’s only gotten stronger over the past half hour. I’m surprised you didn’t smell it.” Terry’s ears were flat against his head and the fear was audible in his voice.
Greg put his nose to the wind and inhaled deeply, and felt his heart drop. “We need to move: now.” The smell was weak but I was unmistakable. There was definitely someone following them. “We need to get out of here.”
“I think it’s a little too late for that.” Garret said stepping into the path of the two hikers.
“Whoa there,” Greg put his paw up defensively and took a few steps towards the much larger wolf. “We’re not looking for any trouble. Give you whatever you want, please just let us be on our way.”
Terry’s scream echoed through the night. Greg spun to see a coyote wrapping his long, muscular arms around the fox groping him as the coyote’s paws roughly ran through his fur.
The coyote licked the terrified fox’s cheek before her looked up at Greg, “If you didn’t want trouble you should not have trespassed on our land.”
“Ya, those who use our land have to pay the price.”
The wolf began to advance towards Greg. Greg laid his ears flat against his head, and began to back pedal, “We’ll give you however much you want.”
The two men chuckled simultaneously, “We don’t want your money, wolf.” The larger wolf said.
Terry yipped as Terrance bit Terry’s neck, roughly lifted his tail and ground his already erect dick into his ass. Terry choked back a moan as he felt the man grinding against him and hoped the coyote didn’t notice his cock was getting hard. He felt his fear fade a little asd he realized that this may turn out a lot better than he first anticipated.
“We have no need for money out here, but we have,” the Garret paused and snapped his fingers a few times while he searched for the right word, “urges and desires that we let trespassers help us relieve.” He unzipped his pants and his large, thick, erect cock slid out. “You can either do it willingly or have us take it from you.”
Relief swept through Greg’s body. This is going to be fun. He was hoping to have a little late night fun once they made it back to their camp site, but now he didn’t have to wait. He would already feel his dick swelling as he thought about what was about to happen.
He walked up to the big Garret and stroked his cock. “I wasn’t expecting to have this much fun on our hike, but who am I to complain.”
Terry let out a soft, squeaky moan as he tried to speak, “I’m game for anything you three want to do, so long as I get the ‘yote.”
The wolf chuckled, “Good, now both of you get on your knees, and show us how willing you two really are.”
Greg and Terry dropped to their knees, and eyed the cock before them hungrily. Greg nuzzled Garret’s sack before licking the full length of his size able cock. A deep moan escaped Garret’s muzzle as his body buzzed lightly with pleasure and stroked Terry’s ear eager for more.
Terry heard a long moan as he undid and stripped off the obstacle that was preventing him from paying his toll that he could only presume that was Greg doing what he did best, but he had to focus on the large task in front of him. Not wanting to waste time Terrence’s cock slide into his muzzle and his head bobbed up and down. The large coyote gripped the side of the fox’s ears, and humped deeper into Terry’s muzzle. By now Terry was fully erect and his cock was begging to be released from his pants. He moved his pants and unbuttoned them, but Terrence said, “No, you strip when I tell you too,” as he thrust his cock entirely into the fox’s muzzle. His grip tightened his grip on the side of Terry’s head, “Hold on foxy, it’s time for a real man to take over.”
Trying his best to get a single moan from the stone faced wolf seemed impossible as he licked, bobbed, and sucked the large cock. He wanted to have his senses flooded with the taste and smell of this man’s cum, but by the smell of the man’s strong aroma he could tell that the man was more annoyed than aroused.
The larger wolf choked back another moan was doing a good job but he wanted more than a simple blowjob, but this cute wolf had to look even sexier when he was naked, and if he let him know he was doing a good job he wasn’t going to find out. Garret pushed the smaller wolf off of his cock, and smiled as he saw his friend thrusting himself all the way into the fox’s muzzle.
Terrance heard Greg yelp in the middle of his bliss and deep moans when he saw Garret rip off Greg’s pants and toss it over his shoulder. The wolf was pretty cute and was full aroused, but he knew that he not only had the more talented man, but also the sexier man. He had known which one he wanted since they first saw the two men trespassing in their land.
Terry felt himself get flipped and his face forced down into the dirt as he felt Terrance strip Greg’s shorts, and rubbed his cock against his ass. He moaned and turned his head to look where he heard familiar moan. Garret was thrusting his monster cock fully inside his friend. His large paw was wrapped around Greg’s chest as he looked down at his huge dick stretching the wolf’s hole.
The fox’s yip when Terrence thrust his large cock inside the smaller man brought a toothy grin to Garret’s muzzle. Now, he couldn’t hold back his deep moans as the smaller man’s ass rolled pleasure that made him pre inside the other man. His nails dug into the man’s chest as he tried to fight back the feeling of his climax approaching. Slowing up he saw the fox turn, and lift his head and lick the wolf’s cock before sliding the tip into his muzzle.
He sat up so Terry could slip his talented muzzle over his cock, and finally heard the large man moan and shudder with pleasure as he thrust inside him with wild abandon. The large cock filled every inch of him perfectly and hit each spot just right and despite the initial pain of the large man thrusting fully inside him in one thrust Greg’s moans were now filling the air alongside the other moans that echoed through the trees, and now that Terry had his muzzle and tongue playing with his tip he didn’t know how much long he could last. He sat up so Terry could slip his talented muzzle over his cock.
A moan muffled by his friend’s cock squeezed its way out of his muzzle. He couldn’t help it as he felp his body building more and more towards his climax with each pounding thrust. It was hard to keep lick and suck Greg’s dick, but his effort paid off when his sweet, salty cum filled Terry’s senses. He swallowed his friend’s climax and looked up at Greg. He felt the pounding become more staggered and shuddered, and the other man roughly squeeze his ass.
As he climaxed Terrance gave two shuddered thrusts that shot pleasure through his body so he had to grip Garret’s shoulder, and lean his head on his neck to control the spasms caused from the very talented fox. He slid out of the fox with cum still dripping from his cock to get control of the pleasure rolling through his body. He almost had control of himself when the wolf licked the cum off his dick. That one last bolt of bliss squirted cum on to the wolf, who didn’t seem to mind.
Garret pushed his body faster so he could finally make the wolf pay the price required for trespassing. His muzzle hung open while he panted and thrust and watched the three other men moan, and climax, and finally after he climaxed with a howl. His shuddered thrusts continued until his bliss ended, and slid out of the smaller man. He put his paw on the paw on his shoulder.
“You’ve paid your price. Now get off our land.” Terrance said as he stood up to dwarf the two trespassers.
Greg was shocked to hear Terry speak up, “Or you two hunks can come back to our camp site and make us pay for the last five years we’ve used this trail.”
“You bet were going to get payment from you abusing our land.” Garret growled.
“In that case, our camp site is this way.” Greg said as he pointed the direction they were heading.

Hey Y'all! This story is a structured outline of that will be going to a YCH by the very talented artist :icontorakuta. I have a few commissions by Torakuta and absolutely love them(They're all in my favorites). Right now the story sits at 2127 words, but that may grow when I get inspired by the winning characters. Hope you enjoy the story. the link to the very talented artist's YCH is http://www.furaffinity.net/view/17926657/

The soft, warm breeze rustled the trees as two friends hiked through their favorite trail. Their yearly camping trip gave them time to get away from their busy life where bills, family and jobs cluttered their every living moment before they attempted to get enough sleep to drag themselves out of bed the next morning.
Here they got to sit back, talk about the past year, how they should get together more while putting back a few beers, and spend some quality time together. They had met on a hook up site about five years back, and had made a tradition to meet up for a week, and relieve each other of the past year’s stress. The wolf and fox both enjoyed hiking after rolling around in the tent, or in the grass, or after pinning each other up against a tree was to walk down this trail and looking up at the numerous stars that neither of them could see in the city.
“Man, it never fails to amaze me how different the night sky is when there aren’t any buildings to block the view.” Terry said to the wolf walking beside him. His head was tilted up towards the sky, and his dark orange fur glowed with the pale moon light. He had always loved the feeling of the forest wind blowing through his fur, and looking at how the forest transformed into something completely different when soaked in the gentle light of the moon. It made him feel freer than he did in his day to day life, and that sense of freedom gave his tail a sway he only got on occasion.
Greg smiled and squeezed the fox’s ass, “When out here the stars aren’t exactly the thing I’m glad I can see.” The wolf hooked his arm around the fox’s waist and lightly the fox’s tail, “I can’t touch the stars. I’ve always reached for them, but I’ve never been able to hold one in my paw, or fuck one.” The light brush of Greg’s tail sent tingles through Terry’s body. They brought a smile to his muzzle, “Come on, let keep walking. The sooner we get back to the camp site, the sooner you can make me look up at the stars.”
“Don’t gotta tell me twice.” Greg said as his pace quickened.
Terry’s ear flicked to the left, “Besides, I have the feeling were being watched.”
“Ah, that’s just the forest critters waiting for us to get back so they can watch.”
xXx
Two large men peered down from their perch in the large pine tree at the hikers as they briskly walked down their land.
“I knew I smelled trespassers! I knew it!” the large wolf growled.
“I smelled it too, Garret.” The coyote said to his companion. “There’s no reason to get too pissed about them being here. It’s been a while since we’ve had anyone come through these parts and pay our little fee.”
A toothy smile replaced the growl on Garret’s muzzle, “I hate to admit it Terrance, but you’re right. It’s been far too long since we’ve had any visitors to grace us with their presence.”
The two men look at each other cynically grinning. They both knew what the plan was. They had only done it many times before, and each time they got everything and more than they wanted.
xXx
“Calm down bud, you’re so tense for no reason. Nobody is following us, we’re in a forest. There are going random noises because there are critters and such. It’s nothing to get too worked up about.” Greg put his arm around his friend and rubbed his back.
“It’s not what I’m hearing; it’s what I smell. I smell someone else besides us, and it’s only gotten stronger over the past half hour. I’m surprised you didn’t smell it.” Terry’s ears were flat against his head and the fear was audible in his voice.
Greg put his nose to the wind and inhaled deeply, and felt his heart drop. “We need to move: now.” The smell was weak but I was unmistakable. There was definitely someone following them. “We need to get out of here.”
“I think it’s a little too late for that.” Garret said stepping into the path of the two hikers.
“Whoa there,” Greg put his paw up defensively and took a few steps towards the much larger wolf. “We’re not looking for any trouble. Give you whatever you want, please just let us be on our way.”
Terry’s scream echoed through the night. Greg spun to see a coyote wrapping his long, muscular arms around the fox groping him as the coyote’s paws roughly ran through his fur.
The coyote licked the terrified fox’s cheek before her looked up at Greg, “If you didn’t want trouble you should not have trespassed on our land.”
“Ya, those who use our land have to pay the price.”
The wolf began to advance towards Greg. Greg laid his ears flat against his head, and began to back pedal, “We’ll give you however much you want.”
The two men chuckled simultaneously, “We don’t want your money, wolf.” The larger wolf said.
Terry yipped as Terrance bit Terry’s neck, roughly lifted his tail and ground his already erect dick into his ass. Terry choked back a moan as he felt the man grinding against him and hoped the coyote didn’t notice his cock was getting hard. He felt his fear fade a little asd he realized that this may turn out a lot better than he first anticipated.
“We have no need for money out here, but we have,” the Garret paused and snapped his fingers a few times while he searched for the right word, “urges and desires that we let trespassers help us relieve.” He unzipped his pants and his large, thick, erect cock slid out. “You can either do it willingly or have us take it from you.”
Relief swept through Greg’s body. This is going to be fun. He was hoping to have a little late night fun once they made it back to their camp site, but now he didn’t have to wait. He would already feel his dick swelling as he thought about what was about to happen.
He walked up to the big Garret and stroked his cock. “I wasn’t expecting to have this much fun on our hike, but who am I to complain.”
Terry let out a soft, squeaky moan as he tried to speak, “I’m game for anything you three want to do, so long as I get the ‘yote.”
The wolf chuckled, “Good, now both of you get on your knees, and show us how willing you two really are.”
Greg and Terry dropped to their knees, and eyed the cock before them hungrily. Greg nuzzled Garret’s sack before licking the full length of his size able cock. A deep moan escaped Garret’s muzzle as his body buzzed lightly with pleasure and stroked Terry’s ear eager for more.
Terry heard a long moan as he undid and stripped off the obstacle that was preventing him from paying his toll that he could only presume that was Greg doing what he did best, but he had to focus on the large task in front of him. Not wanting to waste time Terrence’s cock slide into his muzzle and his head bobbed up and down. The large coyote gripped the side of the fox’s ears, and humped deeper into Terry’s muzzle. By now Terry was fully erect and his cock was begging to be released from his pants. He moved his pants and unbuttoned them, but Terrence said, “No, you strip when I tell you too,” as he thrust his cock entirely into the fox’s muzzle. His grip tightened his grip on the side of Terry’s head, “Hold on foxy, it’s time for a real man to take over.”
Trying his best to get a single moan from the stone faced wolf seemed impossible as he licked, bobbed, and sucked the large cock. He wanted to have his senses flooded with the taste and smell of this man’s cum, but by the smell of the man’s strong aroma he could tell that the man was more annoyed than aroused.
The larger wolf choked back another moan was doing a good job but he wanted more than a simple blowjob, but this cute wolf had to look even sexier when he was naked, and if he let him know he was doing a good job he wasn’t going to find out. Garret pushed the smaller wolf off of his cock, and smiled as he saw his friend thrusting himself all the way into the fox’s muzzle.
Terrance heard Greg yelp in the middle of his bliss and deep moans when he saw Garret rip off Greg’s pants and toss it over his shoulder. The wolf was pretty cute and was full aroused, but he knew that he not only had the more talented man, but also the sexier man. He had known which one he wanted since they first saw the two men trespassing in their land.
Terry felt himself get flipped and his face forced down into the dirt as he felt Terrance strip Greg’s shorts, and rubbed his cock against his ass. He moaned and turned his head to look where he heard familiar moan. Garret was thrusting his monster cock fully inside his friend. His large paw was wrapped around Greg’s chest as he looked down at his huge dick stretching the wolf’s hole.
The fox’s yip when Terrence thrust his large cock inside the smaller man brought a toothy grin to Garret’s muzzle. Now, he couldn’t hold back his deep moans as the smaller man’s ass rolled pleasure that made him pre inside the other man. His nails dug into the man’s chest as he tried to fight back the feeling of his climax approaching. Slowing up he saw the fox turn, and lift his head and lick the wolf’s cock before sliding the tip into his muzzle.
He sat up so Terry could slip his talented muzzle over his cock, and finally heard the large man moan and shudder with pleasure as he thrust inside him with wild abandon. The large cock filled every inch of him perfectly and hit each spot just right and despite the initial pain of the large man thrusting fully inside him in one thrust Greg’s moans were now filling the air alongside the other moans that echoed through the trees, and now that Terry had his muzzle and tongue playing with his tip he didn’t know how much long he could last. He sat up so Terry could slip his talented muzzle over his cock.
A moan muffled by his friend’s cock squeezed its way out of his muzzle. He couldn’t help it as he felp his body building more and more towards his climax with each pounding thrust. It was hard to keep lick and suck Greg’s dick, but his effort paid off when his sweet, salty cum filled Terry’s senses. He swallowed his friend’s climax and looked up at Greg. He felt the pounding become more staggered and shuddered, and the other man roughly squeeze his ass.
As he climaxed Terrance gave two shuddered thrusts that shot pleasure through his body so he had to grip Garret’s shoulder, and lean his head on his neck to control the spasms caused from the very talented fox. He slid out of the fox with cum still dripping from his cock to get control of the pleasure rolling through his body. He almost had control of himself when the wolf licked the cum off his dick. That one last bolt of bliss squirted cum on to the wolf, who didn’t seem to mind.
Garret pushed his body faster so he could finally make the wolf pay the price required for trespassing. His muzzle hung open while he panted and thrust and watched the three other men moan, and climax, and finally after he climaxed with a howl. His shuddered thrusts continued until his bliss ended, and slid out of the smaller man. He put his paw on the paw on his shoulder.
“You’ve paid your price. Now get off our land.” Terrance said as he stood up to dwarf the two trespassers.
Greg was shocked to hear Terry speak up, “Or you two hunks can come back to our camp site and make us pay for the last five years we’ve used this trail.”
“You bet were going to get payment from you abusing our land.” Garret growled.
“In that case, our camp site is this way.” Greg said as he pointed the direction they were heading.

Quick up date.. I got married

tell me what you guys think. This is a chunk of the first chapter, and I'm open for suggestions cause I like the general plot I have, but don't know where to take it

All I remember is panic; pure, simple panic. I also remember the trees of an unknown forest zipping past me as I ran. My labored breath and limp slowly making it harder and harder to run. I don't know why I was running, but I know I was running for my life.
What other reason would a person have to run as fast as I was and with the gut retching feeling of utter despair? Why else would I constantly glance over my shoulder to see how close my inevitable death was?
All I know for sure is I kept running as fast as my paws would take me but I was my ragged, panicked breaths came faster and more desperate as my pace gradually slowed. I don't know how long I was ran, but it seemed to last for hours, and the sound of hooves kept getting closer.
I stopped, and turned to see a dark silhouette of a horsemen approaching fast. I bent down and picked up a few sizable rocks. If I was going to die I was determined to fight with every ounce of strength I had left.
I bared my teeth and growled and saw the dark figure reach back before a whoosh echoed throughout the forest. A sharp pain shot throughout my chest and my muzzle twisted in pain. Warm blood flowed through my fur as I clutched the arrow protruding from my chest. I fell to my knees, and gave one last helpless cry for help before all went black.
My eyes shot open as I grasped my chest and desperately gasped for air. I sighed, and relaxed as I realized it was just a memory, but my breath was still labored and my tail still flicked back and forth, "It was just a dream, it was just a dream," I whispered to myself until my muscles relaxed and I my heart stopped racing.
My recurring dream from the day I died still haunted me Two hundred years after that faithful day. I still have no clue what I did to be hunted down, or who I was, but it doesn't matter anymore; the dead aren't meant to ask questions anyways.

EAWS, second class exam, and ghost's tale. All of those things are things that need to and will be done next year. I've sat idle on them for too long and they will be finished this year. EAWS is a military requirement, and the second class exam scares he hell out of me 'cause I don't know what a second class should. Ghost's tail is a story I started in A school but recently renovated and revised and I'm beginning again. I'm excited and worried but this new year has plenty in store for us all!

When I was young I was told to follow my heart. The heart will lead you to your dreams is what those around me would say, but I would also hear them say follow your gut when your heart stays quiet. What do you do when both are pulling you in separate directions and both are screaming at you simintaniously? When you follow your heart when your gut says no it tosses and turns, and clenches inside you. When you follow you gut against your hearts desires it aches and pulls against every emotion.
Is there no balance, no piece to be found in between the two? Can we not find some sort of uneasy common ground to walk on as we somehow satisfy the conducting storms inside us? Is such a thing possible?
Personally I have found no common ground between the two, but do I think impossible to find? Perhaps not. It's hard to find a compromise when both storms have equal power, and potential devastation. More times than not when I try to walk a pAth between the storms I end up crawling, and pain pouring forth from both my heart and gut. Such memory of pain forces me to choose. No matter which way I turn there will be pain, and the only hope I have when the storms inside me conflict is to hope I choose the one with the greatest reward for the pain I inflict. The choice is never easy and it's a choice we all have to make and live with.

One of my first few submissions were some pieces called Thoughts of a drunk. I rather like them and have desided to create more starting when Jamie and Niko are in college(maybe a little younger for Niko) and go until they're both old and grey. I need to go through and edit the first to and "anthropomorphsize" the two friends. Hopefully it all comes out well enough and I can keep coming up with more tangents and maybe more characters to provide in puts and tangents.

The music blared in Marks ears as he walked past the local book store, and pulled his sweater closer to his body, hoping it’d block out the bone chilling breeze. Maybe, if he played his music a little louder his troubles would melt away, and he’d wake up and everything would be some sort of college related nightmare.

A few months ago Mark began college believing it would be everything the movies made it out to be, but he soon realized he was dead wrong. The past few months had been a grueling trial of classes and tests, and he had failed almost every single one of them. Worst of all his parents knew how poorly he was doing, and were beyond pissed.

Smoothing his ears back against his fur the slim red panda’s mind raced for a solution and what he was going to tell his parents. He was stuck in the constant loop of fear, and trying to find a way to get his grades up after failing every single mid-term when a cold, dense snowball slammed into the back of his head, and soaked his fur and his cloths as the snow dripped down his back.

“Gonna come to the frat this weekend?! Oh, wait! You can’t since the brothers voted you too lame to be a part of us!” Anthony said as he high fived a muscular wolf as Mark took out an ear bud, and turned to face the otter and wolf.
“If I wanted to be a part of the circle jerk on the first floor while sucking the president’s dick like his favorite little bitches,” Mark said motioning towards the two standing in front of him, “I guess I could still be in, but I actually have standards, so…” before he could continue Anthony interrupted by jabbing a finger into Mark’s chest, “The fuck man! Don’t you ever talk about our, no wait, MY house and friends that way: ever. Unless you want your ass kicked from here, and straight to your grave.”
“Whatever man,” Mark said as nonchalantly as possible, “I’m not trying to make too much trouble, just stating the truth,” as he finished with a smirk on his face. The otter snarled and retorted with, “if you don’t want any trouble you better fuckin' avoid Greek Row. Imma tell MY brothers what you said! better watch out while walking around campus.” With that he abruptly turned around and stomped away, and almost slipped on a patch of ice. Chuckling at Anthony’s clumsiness he went to walk away when the wolf said, “Sorry bout that man, I think you’re a cool guy, but I’m close to getting cut myself, but all the brothers have really accepted him as one of their own, so I gotta play along if I want to stay in. If you ever want out hang out shoot me a text.” Before Mark could respond he ran off, trying to catch up to Anthony, making sure to avoid the ice patch.
Shaking his head at the wolf’s two facedness Mark walked over to the book store and sat on a bench and lit up a cigarette.
The rush of nicotine felt good, and slowed his thoughts enough so he could push dealing with his parents to the back of his mind, but the little conflict with Anthony kept popping into his mind, and pissing him off more and more. Flicking the butt of the cigarette to the ground Mark lit another one. What right did Anthony have to treat people that way? Or better yet, why did people let him treat them like that, and still act as if was God? That’s probably what bothered him the most. Everyone expected the chubby, Mcfat-fuck to be an asshole, so when he was, everyone laughed along, but when Mark tried being more cynical everyone asked, “What’s wrong? You’re kinda being an ass today, it’s not cool.”
Finishing the second cigarette in record time he felt a familiar scent, and bodies embrace him from behind as an unseen, yet familiar hand removed his ear buds, “You looked like you needed a hug,” Danny said kissing him on the cheek, and took a seat next to Mark. “And you should quit smoking; it’s bad for you and makes you smell like a walking ash tray.” The coyote said nosing Mark’s neck, and inhaling the other man's smoke stained scent.
Mark looked around nervously And uneasily put his arm around his boyfriend. They had been dating for the past couple months, but PDA still made him a little uncomfortable. Looking up as his head rested on Mark’s shoulders Danny asked, “So what’s on your mind? You seemed extra irritated today.”
“Well, besides the bullshit with the frat my parents found out about my grades,” he said as he leaned his head on top of Danny's, and got a weird look from a couple foxes walking by; Mark followed them till all he could see were their tails. Danny murred quietly and nosed Marks neck, trying to comfort him, “It was only a matter of time. Better now while there’s still time to salvage your grades than when finals roll around and it’s too late,” He said in a soft, soothing voice.
Mark looked off into the distance gloomily And replied, "I guess," half-heartedly with a shrug. He pulled his shivering boyfriend a little closer, trying to concentrate on his warmth instead of his grades. Trying to change to a happier topic Mark said, "Come on, let’s go inside and get some hot chocolate. It’s fuckin’ cold out here, and I can feel you shivering too. We both need something to keep warm.” Nuzzling Mark Danny replied, “I’d rather go back to the dorms and have you keep me warm.” Mark smiled despite the gnawing thoughts, “After hot chocolate," Mark said.

It was late when he finally left Danny's room, but the thoughts of his parents and Anthony returned, and despite the cold he lit another cigarette and walked towards the snow covered park, and headed for the bridge where he first met Danny. Mark smiled and quickened his pace till the creek and bridge were in view. Simply stepping foot on the bridge made the day's troubles fade away.
Lost in the blissful memories, he heard a familiar, slurred voice off to the left and behind him. “Hey! I thought I told you I didn’t want to see you around here again!” Sighing Mark turned to face Anthony; in his haste he had forgotten the bridge was also a very short walk from the frat. “I’m just out for a walk. No need for trouble,” Mark protested as he rose his hands defensively.

Obviously very intoxicated Anthony approached with his fists already balled, “doesn’t matter what you were looking for cause it you found it,” Anthony swung at Mark as he ducked under and pushed Anthony away from him. Stumbling forward he went to steady himself on the wooden fence, but found no support as the fence snapped under the force of his weight and Anthony, and the fence fell down to the frozen creek.

Mark heard Anthony hit the ice, a muffled squish and a short, high pitch scream. Mark slowly made his way down to the creek, and saw Anthony’s body lying there with a beam from the fence protruding through his chest. Anthony gasped for air, and looked at Mark, pleading for help, but all mark did was crouch inches above Anthony’s head, and smirk cynically.
Mark could see the life slowly fade from Anthony's eyes, the blood staining Anthony's fur as it flowed from mouth and the wound on his chest. A wide smile crossed Marks muzzle as the otter’s gasps stopped and all life faded from the scared, pain stricken eyes. Standing Mark inhaled deeply and walked away as a light snow started to fall, feeling more care free than when he first met Danny.

When he reached his room the thoughts of what just happened returned. He didn’t feel any regret; Anthony deserved what he got! He had no right to live with the way he treated people!

Then the memory of the satisfaction he got seeing the life leak from Anthony’s eyes was still powerful enough to make Mark chuckle gleefully, almost like a drunken fool! Not only that but the memories gave him a sense of thrill he hadn’t felt, well, ever. He wasn’t sure he was going to be able to sleep tonight with how excited he was knowing one of his major problems was now gone. Mark pulled out his phone and dialed Danny. Hopefully he was up for some more late night fun.

I'm looking at writing compitions out of kicks, and a lot of them are free! Unfortunately, all their subbmission dats are also a long ass time away(although that could be a good thing). For kicks, and to see how I stack up against everyone else I'm going to be entering in to numerous writing compitions(many of which offer prize money and on option to be published); I don't expect to win or even place, but one thing that kyell said was to build an audience and to enter various compitions. Also, when something is free and has a chance to pay anywhere from 100-2500 dollars along with possibly being published, it's too good to pass up. There's a compition ending the may 31 and imma take Blood Panda, rip it apart, put it back together,and submit it. There's another one later this year that I may use "thoughts of a drunk furry," but chances are I'll make something new for that. Lets see how it goes and hopefully I can work my way up to being victor some day!

Feeling inspired today! Finally got up the creative energy to write something after almost 3 or 4 months(I forget the last time I uploaded stuff). Unfortunatly my inspiration comes in form of pen or paper, so I probably won't be post much if any of it. Either way it feels good to finally be able to put coherent thoughts on paper again. I may not know what imma write about but the quickest cure is to let the pen move to the rhythm of my mind.

Not much has happened but what has happened it huge, and proves that the only thing you can truly rely on in life is change. The first thing that is happening is my fiancé is moving 4 hours north of me. This is a wonderful change from the almost 3000 miles. She'll be living with my twin and his wife(also her best friend). This is a huge change for her and me.
The other major change is my career. I'm in the navy and I work around aircrafts. The flight line(the area the planes take off from) is going to be under construction next year and will be rendered useless for almost an entire year. This will most likly result in me moving to New Orleans. Moving doesn't worry me, but moving away from my friends both in and out of the fandom will sadden me because they're all such fun people! It will also decrease my chances of going to almost any convention because of leave issues. Also(yes there's more), I will probably be the only person in my job(details I'm assuming) which would most likly mean I won't go on any deployments, and travel being a huge reason for joining, I'd be one unhappy sailor nt going anywhere but my desk.
Change is inevitable! And it's not always easy to accept. Hopefully the next change will be a promotion and more pay so I can save for my future fursuit :). Thanks for reading, and stay furry my friends.

Pacing around the room ranting as the past I thought was behind me was slowly coming up to haunt me I walk to the sink to look in the mirror to look into my eyes, to look into my soul and hopefully get some sort of a relief by telling myself "everything is okay. Thepast is the past and it will stay there as long as you keep hiding, as long as you keep running it'll never catch up to you," but as I look up to tell myself there a flash of a figure in the mirror. A figure draped over my shoulders. His arms wrapped around my neck and head against mine. The fact that HE would show up now in a time he was least desired infuriated me! The fact he had the audacity to hold me in that way! Spinning around screaming I push away a person that was never there. Behind me I here laughter and the voice of a younger me. "You thought you could hide? You thought you could run? How arrogant of you. I've always been with you. watching, and waiting for your moment of weakest. You'll never escape me; I'm your past, and no matter how fast you run, or where you hide I will always be at the back of your mind." He laughed again and in anger I grabbed and threw a glass at where I hoped my past self was standing, but it flew threw empty space that was never occupied and smashed into the mirror behind me. Staring into the fractured mirror I begin to pick up the pieces of broken glass, laughter echoing in the recesses of my mind.

Every morning I wake up at the same time, put on my uniform, skip breakfast and get to the squadron to begin a long day of work. The days drag by and frankly the pay sucks, yet I take pride in what I do and what I am. And even though its not the most glamorous thing in the world i love it.
Besides being a furry I am a United States Sailor and every morning I look at what I see in the mirror and I don't see a single sailor. I see a part of a team, part of something bigger, and everyday this helps me strive that much harder to be the best I can be.
Yeah, I miss my home, Yeah, I miss my family, yeah I wish I could be with my friends back home, but the pride I feel wearing the uniform makes me walk with a bit of "sailor swag."
At first I was doing the whole navy thing for myself. For the betterment of myself, and the opportunities it gave me after my four years. Then I got to the fleet. Just seeing how everyone carried themselves and seeing how we worked as a team as we worked together as one team to concur the one fight we all knew is a constant battle in some parts of the world, freedom. And knowing that brings a certain happiness to my heart. Knowing that although I may not be on the front lines we have the watch and we will stand it with those men as women until we are properly relieved.
I'll admit, the reasons I joined weren't to fight for freedom and the better part of our government, but the reasons I take so much pride in what I do is knowing that everyday in the morning at 8 and 30 mins before sunset I have the privilege of saluting our great nations flag and celebrate that despite all our troubles we are free and I will fight to my grave so I can celebrate our freedom to the sound of colors.