Hypnovember '23: Executive Dysfunction
Hypnovember theme: executive dysfunction. one of my few entirely sfw stories, despite the themes, and something i'm pretty happy with. posted using postybirb executive dysfunction god, i'm so lazy.
Burglar's Misfortune
"well... it's a quite messy kind of execution... oh god, and i feel so horny still, yet exhausted.
White Falls Country Club: A New Arrangement
Syntech executives, ceos, and the like were often more than a little adventurous in all sorts of areas, so part of her job required personal scouting to ensure the executives' experiences would be worthwhile.
Forge: Fracture
She dragged her attention back to her compatriot's ongoing execution, impossible as it was to ignore. the bolt had slowed its advance, creeping forward with lethal precision, seeking some particular spot.
Not Your Average Hot Dog Commercial
executive coming through! do whatever the man says if you value your jobs!" one of the lesser stage hands announced the arrival of the executive, who still didn't have a name to go by.
Wage Slave
"do you know where the executives' lodges are?" he asked. the executives all had their own lodge at the condescendingly juvenile camp all employees had been obligated to attend for a weekend of bonding exercises and powerpoint presentation on teamwork.
The Officer and the Executive Chapter 3: The Commissioner's New Duties
Part 3 of a series commissioned by fa: heru featuring henry the stallion executive and frank the canine police officer. enjoy their continued relationship and hypnotic fun with each other.
Executive Decisions chapter 17
Ember smiled bravely; "you must be Mortimer. It's a pleasure to meet you. Don't be alarmed at my friend here -" She gestured to Crispin who was crouching behind her, trying to fade his outline sheepishly, "he's perfectly safe and means you no...
SEXpod (A SynTech Story)
Blouses ripped and buttons flew as dozens of scientists and executives experienced the full, gut-churning blasts of sanmer's powerful orgasm.
The ECF Plot
The riot of fur and pelt colors flattened out as the hips and legs took shape, smoothing over the excess limbs and pulling the last vestiges of the executives into one sixteen-foot-tall super executive.
From Temple To Temple
From Temple To Temple By Rotten The difference between eyes open and eyes closed had blurred into obscurity; the dog didn't know the difference. Hands secured behind his back, both of his elbows and biceps held by unseen hands while guided down...
Kleet Execution - Iron Maiden
#2 of kleet executions decided to try and flesh out my character a bit, but ended up just killing someone instead. oh well... the kobold turned away from the coals burning inside the braizer as the heavy chamber door was thrown open.