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I had taken to sitting in the front when I had Chemistry class. Now, don’t get the wrong idea: I’m not aiming for teacher’s pet, and I’m not exactly the most eager student. I sat in the front of the class because everyone else sits as far back
I had been a little shy about showing up at Ted’s party. It was the first time I’d been invited to his occasional get-togethers, though I’d heard my friends going on and on about how great they were before. They know I don’t do too well in
I rolled out of the pizzeria sometime after closing and made my way down to the firehouse by my own light. My day job is just about the easiest thing out there—I like to say I can do it with my eyes closed, and usually do. At night, though, comes
It’d been a long time since we’d had a good rainy day like this. On any other day I wouldn’t particularly have minded, but today I’d walked to the library and didn’t quite look forward to the idea of carrying my load of
I had the misfortune to be alone in the locker room when Barry burst in. My first impulse was to hide: I’d had one too many bad encounters with him before. He wasn’t… mean, or anything—specieist as it may be to point out, the hyena did always
The streets were fuller than usual this Halloween—not quite to the point of crowdedness, but enough that the houses were definitely skimping on the handouts, trying to make their stocks of candy last the night. It was just me and Mattock making the
Some people say you have to work hard to make it in this world—that work is virtue, and poverty is a sign of laziness. On the other hand, one of my economics texts pointed out that the higher-status and the higher-paying jobs tend to be less manual
I am Mel Tzourick and I am Mister Rockwell’s personal servant. People ask me sometimes what it’s like to work for Mister Rockwell. Well, at his home, I prepare his meals, take charge of housekeeping, and make sure his sexual needs are gratified.
I knew Rockwell worked in a law firm the next town over. I should have known I’d be seriously outclassed if I tried to confront him, but I also knew that my skunk was being given more than he could handle from the rat’s unhealthy interest in him,
That Saturday I went to the park was a nerve-wracking experience for me. Not that I had any trouble with the park, or anything like agoraphobia in general, but I knew that Rockwell had Done Something, which always meant an unpredictable day. My first
“So what’ve You got to show me?” ɪ said, trotting after the Wolf into the forest on the edge of town. “Will ɪ get to be changed back today?” “No,” Steffenhagen said, pointedly ignoring my first question with a tug on my leash. “Now
The university music building looked empty from the outside. I snuck in through one of the side doors, hoping none of the musicians had started assembling yet. I caught myself sucking a tusk—silly nervous habits—and tried to focus on more effective
When I showed up for the protest, I’d expected a larger crowd. I’d gone around with the rest of the Society and had passed out pamphlets and everything, and even most of them weren’t here. “Sammy! Hey there tiger!” Becky waved me over,
Musky lay in bed between his mates, the chubby skunk sleeping between the chubby otter and the chubby kangaroo in a king-sized bed that barely held them. It was good of Rockwell to put them up in such a fancy hotel for the weekend to visit him as he
A rainy day at home, tinkering. I called it home, anyway, the little falling-apart shack on the edge of the foothills. I don’t remember…paying for it, or even moving in, specifically. It was just shelter, and nobody else complained, so I guess
I still tend to wake up early, my heart racing. It takes a few moments to get myself back together. In most respects, college had treated me well—decent grades, good food, close friends (a couple with benefits)—but there was one dark spot. It was
All right! I’ve just finished a new story, which is already available for my Patreon ŭ pledgers and will be posted here on Tuesday.I also have a couple of stories for friends that I’m working on and that’ll be up soon.I still have
Late nights, working hard. It was kind of agonizing to go through everyone’s houses, sensing their desperation, and not able to make a move. It seemed like each client was more desirable than the last, and I was stuck having to remain professional.
I was getting tired of the lonely nights. My roo had been traveling out of town again, and my otter had taken up the experiment of working graveyard shifts and was apparently making bank cleaning up late-night plumbing emergencies.They both insisted
The donut shop was closed on Thanksgiving, but I knocked anyway. Musky and his boys had said they’d be doing the dinner for turkey day, but had invited me to help prepare. And apparently this was the only kitchen they could swing that was big enough