A Light Through the Fog
Worse of all was the sensation of his skull bones parting, the frontal bone sinking into his muzzle while the rest pushed inward on his brain, making him fear not only for his humanity but for his sense of self.
Consequences & Self Control
self control?" she asked and he nodded his head rapidly, swallowing as her finger traced along the fat outer lip. "prove it, my son, show me your control."
First Time Trance
“something to remember, carmine… a lot of the time, hypnosis is self-hypnosis.” “hypnosis is self hypnosis…” he nodded. the memory split his mouth into a wide, excited smile. “that means…” he pumped his fist with a satisfied hiss.
Alan's Unspeakable Self
Alan Sparrowhawk shut the door to his family's barn, the musty smell of hay and grease only getting stronger when he did. He moved around tools and stacked feed, stalls empty with the weather clear and clean. He climbed up to the barn's loft, checking...
Learning Self-Control
Unless you're on the project, i'm afraid that i can't tell you a single thing about it," explained the marten as he slowly closed his notebook with a self-satisfied smile.
The Art of Self Control
Even thrust “gravity" was only an approximation, and far too gentle to really feel like one's self. we'd spent the better part of a month in free fall, drifting in a superluminal non-space.
Self Pleasure
Kunjik sat back heavily on his wide haunches, the bed under him creaking as it shifted to support his weight He was finally alone, his roomate had just left for a weekend trip to quote "fuck some bitch." Which was perfect for the feral dragon he left...
Self Improvement
His new self met his sight in the mirror the next day, and he flashed a many toothed grin at himself. he'd gotten is wish after all, and achieved a better self image than he ever could have hoped. chalk up one for self improvement.
Solo Self-Discovery
Unfortunately, it didn't work: the soft massage and indulgence in self-love just made his cock start to rise, making the ache more noticeable.
The Old Self
The curvaceous body she inhabited was simply a shell, a husk within which dwelt her true self. eliana could see it in those wicked eyes.
Self Help
Xylex belongs to zexyren over on fa story creation belongs to my fine-ass self. if you fancy yourself a little slice of written heaven, feel free to note me! self help. featuring xylex, the hippogriff. "mom! i'm home!"
The Epitaph of A Living Man
And yet, this is truly a work of self-expression. pure self-expression through self-masturbatory writings of a hard life. for what it's worth, anyway.