Twomi
or not Tsumi.
©
Tsumi Moogle '14
Character
© Themselves.
It
had been raining for two days, straight. He loved the rain, usually.
The gentle patter of it against the tiles of the roof and the
windows, the smell of everything mingled with ozone, the puddles he
could jump in, and the way everything squelched underfoot.
But
that was when there were people around to enjoy it with. To hunker
down with, towelling off and relaxing. And here he was, laying on his
bed, staring wistfully out the la

Bathroom
Break
©
Tsumi Moogle '13
Characters
© themselves.
It
was anything but what he was used to; the slight ache of his knees
weighing down on the cool, tiled floor; the unfamiliar hands resting
atop his head, guiding his motions; the odd citrusy tang trying to
mute the smells of a public bathroom; and the budding knot swelling
against his lips as he drew his muzzle back, and lunged it keenly
over the throbbing cock.
He'd
normally have never even considered a quicky in the mall bathroom,
bu

Morpheus' First.
© Tsumi Moogle '13
Characters ©
Themselves.
The city prided itself
on its ancient architecture. Hundreds of years old, and still quite
pristine in many regards. Sure the roads were no longer
cobble-stoned, and the grime of the beginning of the industrial era
had been wiped away for prosperity's sake, but the size and shape of
the old buildings, particularly downtown still held that old,
imposing, Eighteen-hundreds charm.
The bank, in
particular. Its broad wooden doorway and ir

Spreading the Easter
Cheer.
© Tsumi Moogle '13
Characters ©
themselves.
The moment his eyelids
began to flutter, that myriad of colour and sound he'd been
experiencing so far away slipped from his memory like water through a
sieve.
Snug and sound, buried
deep in the warmth of his bedding, he nosed faintly against his own
familiar scented pillow. The sweet tang of his shampoo lightly
tickling his nose.
Prepared as he was to
sink back into that encompassing warmth and see the rest of the night
t

Diary of Farmer Tsumi
McUrist-Pomhead.
1st of
Granite, 109 in the age of the Ebon-fox.
We have arrived at our
designated site, so decreed by he of the ebon halls. Truthfully? No
one's seen the monarch since he took power in the days before time.
They know only of his orders through a shifting roster of
service-people, all of whom seem to go missing within several years
of working for him.
There are seven of us.
Olaniyan the Monkey, our Stone-worker, mason and part-time miner.
Taluthus The Kitsun

A Christmas Carrot-
er.. Carol.
© Tsumi Moogle '12
Characters ©
Themselves.
With a great deal of
bustling to get away from the cold, bleak and biting reach of the
harsh winters evening, the rabbit slipped around the heavy wooden
door and shut it with more force than he'd intended, as the howling
wind cried after him.
Panting, not for heat,
nor exertion, so much as the ability to breath properly at last, the
young lape began tugging his numerous layers free. The scarlet scarf
wrapped about his