In the Warm, Dark Cave
**In the Warm, Dark Cave** ~ by Agrius "Kiss me," the Khajiit panted amorously against where he thought my hearing ducts might be. His claws pitted marks into my wrists as he pinned me to the slimy cave wall. "Kiss me, or I swear by all the gods...
Why I Shot Him in the Face
**Why I Shot Fr. Heimskr in the Face (a note tacked to the main gate of Whiterun)** Dear guards who are looking for me: No doubt you are wondering why I elected to shoot Heimskr, the priest of Talos, in the face with my enchanted bow on the...
The Yiff-A-Cub Club (part 2)
**The Yiff-A-Cub Club** **part II** "AAAH-AAH-AAH-AAAAH-AAAH...." The little lop-eared boy hollered out each time the wolf's huge dick thrust into him. After eleven straight minutes of getting his ass railed, the bunny was little more than a...
The Virginity Fairy (Preview/Tester/Teaser)
Legend has it that if you leave five dollars beneath your pillow and go to sleep face-down without any underwear on, the Virginity Fairy will come and take your virginity away. Which is good, because that's just what Caylen was on the market for...
Wine Coolers, Chapter 4
Judy awoke to a world of brilliant orange. "Mmmf..." Whatever was pressed against her face smelled good. Warm. Manly. Like one of those body wash commercials she was always catching on TV. It took a good five seconds for her brain to come around....
The Naked Handcuff Dance (ch.1)
"Oh, _Miss Hopps?"_ Judy groaned in the little nest she'd made beneath her blankets as her phone alarm sounded above her. "Juuuuuudy." Her face scrunched up. "Babe." A familiar weight shifted against her. Fingers tickled against her ribs until she...
The Safeword is 'Papa' (ch.7)
Nick had gotten us a hotel room in the gayborhood. The cheeky bitch. The gesture, sweet and romantic though it was, was completely lost on me at the time. We were too busy trying to kill each other with our tongues to notice the décor. I found...
The Safeword is 'Papa' (ch.6)
Down a flight of worn stairs, the floorplan opened onto an egg-shaped dome seemingly carved into the very bedrock. The ceiling rose to a rounded point almost four stories above us. At the center of the limestone egg where the yolk might have been was...
The Safeword is 'Papa' (ch.5)
Star wipe to two weeks later, I have become a certified bag of ass. I haven't showered in three days. My fur is matted and sticky with sweat and other miscellaneous fluids. Crumpled cigarette filters litter the ground wherever I am, and I'm getting...
The Safeword is 'Papa' (ch.4)
Allow me to set the scene for you. It's late at night. Pouring down rain. The inside of my van reeks of humidity, dirty laundry and decades of cannabis abuse. There's a soggy orange fox sitting on my mattress in just his khaki shorts, toweling himself...
The Safeword is 'Papa' (ch.3)
Rain hammered the sheet metal roof of my van. I could not sleep, and after three glass bottles of Starbucks® vanilla-flavored Frappuccino® chugged in rapid succession I had become a living conduit of impotence and pent-up homosexual rage. I wanted...
The Safeword is 'Papa' (ch.2)
"Sooooh...?" I was focused on stamping footprints into the snow and wasn't paying attention when Daddy... err, _Nick..._ paused to lean against the shed wall, arms crossed, looking at me. "So what?" "So what was up with you at the hustle...