Quickie Masochistic Paolumu story
"Comfy now, dear?" Kit stared at themselves in the mirror, watching the zinogre that had set them up in tight, nylon rope. Bright pink lines ran across their body, framing their tits, pulling the slight pudge of their belly up tight to their...
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...
Better to Beg Forgiveness: Chapter 1
Tarka let out a hiss of surprise as she sat up in bed, breathing heavily, before curling her knees to her chest. A deep breath filled her lungs as she looked down at herself in the light of the moon. Her pebble-like scales barely reflected the light,...
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! ...
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...
The Start of Something New: Chapter 2
Chapter 2, I'm actually managing to make a story arc, glee! Lots of thanks go to Kasseth, my proof-reader. Please, lemme know if you read/like this, because that'll be how I keep going! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Bright....
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...
The Start of Something New: Chapter 1
"No! Please, stop!" The little foxgirl tugged her arm, trying to get it out of the grasp of an older fox, whose eyes were cast down towards her arm. What his eyes were fixed on, however, would seem strange, if it were any other fox-kit. Between her...
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...
The Bunker: Reprogramming
Mephia shaded her eyes as she stared out towards the horizon. The sun was high, and brilliant light bounced off a series of sand dunes in the distance. With a squint, she could see waves of heat slowly rising, distorting everything beyond a few miles...
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...
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...