Andlat's Story Spot

Don't know if that title is as clever as I think it is... “Who needs pants when you have your poofy diapie?” Beau groaned, covering his ears and wishing he had earplugs. Recess was supposed to be the best part of the whole day, but he could not escape that stupid video. Videos, really. There was that one, the diaper dance, and he didn't even want to think about what other ones might be out there. Every single video spread across the playground like wildfire. “Who needs pants when you have your poofy diapie? Who needs pants when you have your-?” “Are you watching it over and over?” He glared at his best friend, sitting beside him in their special hideout under the jungle gym. The least he could do was look sheepish about it! “They loop.” Aiden said. “And people keep sending them to me.” “It doesn't even sound like me!” Beau protested. “Looks like you though.” Beau pushed Aiden's phone away before he could see the latest AI-generated slander against his maturity. “Do...

Another vintage Andlat story! Andlat studied the board before him, his gaze shifting from the board to the cards in his paw and back again. “Ah!” He said. “I’ll build a route from Denver to Kansas City with four orange cards.” He made his move, placing his red train cars in a neat line on the orange boxes as Jack looked on. He was glad that Andlat had not thrown too much of a fit about his conductor cap being pink, nor the fact that the bandana around his neck was more of a scarf, every bit as pink as his cap. After all, he was all boy below the scarf, from his beloved Ace Incredible t-shirt to the shorts that were insistent about sliding down his hips when he excitedly bounced forward from his place on the floor to play his turn. He had pouted more when Jack had accidentally blocked one of his routes. Andlat had tried to hide his disappointment, but he was a bad actor and Jack always knew when he was feeling down. “You might just beat me, kit.” Jack said, studying his own cards. “I...

A classic Andlat tale "Alright, you're about to put down roots. I think it's time to play outside." Jack said, noticing that Andlat had not even looked up when he entered the room. The fox remained on the couch, chin tucked to his chest as he slouched, staring at the video game in his paws. Jack half-expected a string of drool to be coming from the fox's mouth. It was almost as though he was raising a zombie. "Andlat, now." "Let me finish this level." "Andlat." "It'll be like two minutes!" "Kit." The fox's ears perked up in alarm. Jack nodded. "That's more like it, young lady." The fox blushed, his paws playing with the hem of his Ace Incredible t-shirt. He was dressed as a boy, the gesture meant, but Jack did not care. Even tomboy vixenkits were still vixenkits. “Don't forget Rose.” Jack said as the fox shuffled past him. Andlat returned to the couch and the little vixen doll, his face th...