"shush, child. let your papa take care of everything." as he spoke, tris realized that he was starting to grow a bit hazy, pleasant thoughts welcomingly flooding away his worries.
Albino, Alligator, Hypertrophia, Male, Male/Male, Mind Control, Tattoo, Unbirthing, Zebra, maleherm
The face of child-like laughter.
sorry for the lack of yiff and furry-ness. wrote this for english. got good reviews. figured someone out there might like it. but still, i think this'll mean more to me than anyone else out there.
Clean, Drama, Non-Anthro, Sad, bloody
The guards would be lifting the small child on to a raft. they would set a sword and a small bag of food on it and then push it out to sea. the raft drifted off and the child would wake and look up.
Dragon, Glow, Judges, Male, Pain, Red, Sea, child, crying, dare, deam, guard, tears
He didn't really want to admit it to himself, but he was starting to feel attracted to this child. he debated with himself whether he should exploit the kid... it was so wrong he thought!
Cub, Fox, Gay, M/M, Wolfling
I've always had a fascination for the concept of an intelligent, sentient being being used and controlled by something that isn't. If mpreg and mind control isn't your kind of thing, then don't read this.
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"You coming down the gym...
Husky, M/M, Mind Control, Predator/Prey
Mother, there's a monster hiding underneath my bed:
The tentacles snake up to try and grab my head.
Claws with nasty edges scratch across the wooden floor -
The grating sound signifies his intent to gore
How can I sleep knowing I might not make it...
Poem, Poetry
"that's right child let it out. let the past flow away like the memory of a nightmare. joy and love are in
your future. let out the dark and sorrow to make room."
MLP
"that's right child let it out. let the past flow away like the memory of a nightmare. joy and love are in
your future. let out the dark and sorrow to make room."
MLP
I sometimes miss being a kid, but i also wonder how exactly i survived the whole thing.
marching men in rows
meet inglorious ends
as a boy carelessly sends
them all to heated bowls.
Dumb kid things, Fire, Poem, Poetry, Rhyme, weird
"you're the runt, choking the living daylights out of a mere child. what kind of honor is that, you big bully?!"
"why, you little--" he was interrupted by my father tackling him, once again, relinquishing his grip on me.
Dragon, Human, Violence (Not In Yiff)