Day 11 - Summon

You found yourself daydreaming about your "internship." In all respects, it was more like a kidnapping than an internship. You remember being swept up, strapped into a machine, and a long, hazy, comfortable blur until you were rescued by Director Vinyl...

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Day 9 - Collar

You were having extremely vague feelings of anxiety. Something just felt off, different - you couldn't put your finger on it. You felt uncomfortable; you couldn't find a position to sit in. You felt restricted, in an abstract way. Probably just...

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Individual Attention

"First time?" The bartender asked. You flinched, and turned on the stool to face a friendly-looking blue dog with a knowing smile. You nodded, trying to regain some of your confidence. "It can be a little overwhelming." He said, laughing...

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Attempted Rescue

The next gym was in a small village near the top of the mountain and with it being the seventh gym for most trainers, it was also one of the most difficult. Not only in terms of its gym leader but also the journey there. Steep rocky terrain all the way...

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Renamon Latex Suit

Inspired by squeakyorca's stories, and recently badroy's art, i decided to experiment with this second-person piece. _____________________________________ interested in a commission? the information is available on my page.

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[Sketch] Woods Chase

The sun has set when Bull finally takes your hand and leads you to the edge of the clearing. Your excitement has been growing the entire afternoon, and you wonder what the boerboel makes of the obvious wet spot in your pants. You ask him. He looks...

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Precious Trifles

You are forced into a kneeling position, Laureth has turned her back to you and is fixing her hair in the reflection-less mirror. Her thralls grab you by the shoulders to stop your struggling. The one to your right smells to be of Laureth's own...

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Permachastity

You wake up bright and early, even though your appointment isn't until the afternoon. Your girlcock strains hard against the small metal cage you have kept it trapped in for the last two years. You wonder if she knows she is going to get a brief...

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Heart of Gears

The mid-morning light streams in from the window, and into the glass of your eyes. Your owner must have gotten up earlier, she isn't in bed. Deciding to make the bed before she returns, you move to get out of the bed but your left leg refuses to move....

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The Morning After

Rolling over to keep the encroaching sunlight from your eyes, you awaken with a startle. Running through the woods and the rain. Getting so deep into the forest that the moonlight was totally gone. Feeling scared and running back to the small cave for...

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Magician from the Marshlands

**Rauz, show magician of the low marshlands** Florence, Italy. October 1489 A bright sun warms the tiled open streets of Italy's coziest city, Florence. It is a noisy saturday, early afternoon, and people are out and about performing chores and...

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A Superheroine's Bad Night

_This is a sequel (of sorts) to "Tracking The Huntress", which Desert\_Mutt, and I collaborated on together. That story can be found __here [https://www.sofurry.com/view/39756](https://www.sofurry.com/view/39756)._ The 5'9" 150 pound golden eyed tawny...

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