Farm Pumping
Warm, dappled sunlight streamed in from the dirty window of the barn where a dark grey and white wolftaur slept. The light seeped in through his closed eyelids, but the large male slept peacefully in a large bed made of hay that was strewn about the...
Relaxing the goodra
A crash of thunder and the bright spark of illumination from an overly dramatic thunderstorm outside cast a shadow over Melanie at half past midnight. The lightning highlighted the bat's nude features as she slept soundly, sprawled in her bed after an...
Fun at Windfeather Ranch
Thanks to Kreldin for editing this a bit, this was made for a good friend for his birthday! Chocobos belong to SquareEnix, obviously. -------------------------------------------------------- The sun was starting to set on Windfeather ranch, a...
Maid for Pleasure
"Hmm, who should I bring back to bed with me?" The master of the manor was muttering to himself, one leg crossed over the other as he draped himself back in his velvet cushioned chair. The peacock hummed lightly under his breath, and clicked his...
Mesmers Have More Fun: Drinking Game
There was a loud, echoing roar that pinged off the metal walls of the tavern as a charr slammed down his tenth tankard of beer. Across from him, a born grinned toothily, before he tightened the bandana that kept his hair out of his eyes. All around...
Valentine Cake for a foxtaur
General Disclaimer: This story contains sex, herms, foxtaurs, bats, and cake. Read at your own risk, and only if you're of legal age and mature in mind. Feel free to comment if I forgot how to spell something, or if you just really enjoy this story! ...
Dead of night
Tokka slowly opened his eyes and felt a full-body shudder run through him. The whole room looked like it was shifting before his eyes, and he felt a soreness between his legs. Bleary-eyed, the otter slowly twisted his head to peer through the darkness,...
Drinking Problem
First off, new story, if anything's really bad, please leave some nice criticism, anything else will be ignored. Second, this -is- a yiff story, and as such don't read this if you're not allowed or don't want to enjoy yiff. Third and last, if...
Mercenaries in a Slimy Bath
"Fuck me." "That could be arranged, you know." Garren sighed as he leaned back in his seat and stared at the stars. He glanced from one constellation to the next before he waved his hand slightly. He was losing patience, though he couldn't place...
After the job
"So. Are they real?" A voice muttered over the faint crackle of a radio placed in Garren's ear. "Really? Is now the time to ask that?" Garren grumbled back into his mouthpiece, keeping himself tightly pressed against the cool metal wall, hand...
The Bunker: Refitting
Mephia drew in a deep breath as she looked down. Once again, she found herself at the top of a tall building, and down below her, dark swarms of figures rushed between the grid-like structure of a city she felt familiar with, despite knowing she had...
No one has to know
I've driven by his house thousands of times. I slow down, I watch. I know he's in there every time. I know he's home every day. Every day he's just sitting there, he's useless. I go to work, he's there, I can see him in the window, watching the...