The Yiff-A-Cub Club
His teeth bared in pain as agrius crammed his finger deep inside.
The Virginity Fairy (Preview/Tester/Teaser)
"i'm agrius, by the way! i'll be giving you your first tap 'n tickle." the thing (an insect, caylen decided) extended one of it's claws, offering a handshake.
In the Warm, Dark Cave
agrius gets the night off work. instead of doing something productive with her life (going to school, learning a trade, painting her toenails, etc.) she decides to write homo smut.
Lemon Juice & Razor Blades
Lemon juice & razor bladesby agrius"i hate you! i fucking hate you!! no... no...oh god ohgodohgod..."there came a loud thud just outside the bathroom door, followed by crazed, manic laughter.
My Life As Cereal
**my life as cereal** **~agrius** thus, i am born. like so many of my brothers and sisters, i have survived the milling process, and then the baking.
Kiwi-Flavored Zombie Piss
agrius and friends go to great lengths to demonstrate why hillbilly folk music and death metal don't mix.
The Safeword is 'Papa' (ch.8)
The air from the slowly-churning fan lanced my face as I laid there in the dark, gently combing my fingers through his fur. Nick had fallen asleep on me. The little cunt pocket. For the longest time I just stared up at the ceiling, watching...
The Drifter (ch.2)
As they cut deeper into the festering heart of suburbia, Bob let Fluff fiddle with his radio - something he usually never let anyone do under any circumstances. He followed the cub's barked-out directions, pulling off the main street and down a quaint...
The Drifter (ch.1)
"What's your name, cutiepie?" The van's tires scraped the curb as it inched along next to the sidewalk, making the bear behind the steering wheel wince and shift the wheel. These were his white-walled tires - recently bought and kind of...
In the Warm, Dark Cave (chapter 2)
"I love you," said Kharjo. Out loud. To where someone might hear. I tugged my cowl down tighter around my head, pretending not to have heard the Khajiit as I hastened my pace up the craggy mountain road. My arms were clenched tight around my chest....
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...
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....