Making the Enemy Moan (Remastered)
"Attention!" My command could be heard throughout the loud, rickety school bus. Whatever casual conversations they had immediately grew silent. Every newly minted soldier diverted...
Abandon All Modesty
"What the fuck am I doing here?" I tried reassuring myself over and over that nobody would recognize me. Nobody would recognize a slim white...
High School of Cliches
The High School of Clichés By Domus Vocis Stripping down to his birthday suit and tossing the undies aside, Hunter Thurman waltzed to the bathroom door and leaned forward to turn the shower on. As he waited a second for the water to turn from cold...
High School of Cliches: Meet the Parents
"Oh, oh Holden~!" Inside the football field's back shed, Hunter stifled a moan as his aching dick leaked like a fire hydrant. As the lithe fox licked and nibbled on the tip, the German shepherd struggled not to shove it all the way down his throat....
High School of Cliches: Birthday Boy
High School of Cliches: Birthday Boy By: Domus Vocis Hunter's life was utter hell. _Tell me about it_, the German shepherd murmured as he sat down for his History class. _Care to explain why to our sex-depraved audience? You know everyone's here...
THE ADVENTURES OF PETER GRAY Chapter 1 (Preview)
I hate having olives in my soup. There, I said it. Nurse Whitley, if you're reading this while going through my possessions again, do me a favor and stop serving that dreadful vegetable. I don't care that the home wants me to stay healthy; at least...
Protecting Myself
Steady improvement could be seen in Cherry's form each day we trained together, under the sheet and outside the cabin. The 'Question Exchange' did wonders to motivate him, encouraging the ocelot to do his best in order to learn more about me, and...
Trading Questions
"And we are done!" Covered head to toes in sweat and several dead flies, Cherry practically collapsed behind me as I skidded to a halt in front of the woodland cabin, now layering in golden leaves that occasionally fell from the surrounding trees....
The Tar Pits
Veronica Summers seemed like the epitome of a perfect vixen. Luscious ruby fur, white canines that formed a beautiful smile, thick & wavy headfur that fell over her perfect breasts, and a moan which resonated like an orchestra whenever my fangs...
Heracles and the (Horny) Hellhound Part III
"Now fuck me." I panted as my grip refused to lessen, in spite of the creature already yielding seconds ago. "Huh?" "You heard me, little demigod," Cerberus' three heads chuckled in unison, his left and right ones craning to look upwards to me. To...
How to Train Your Ocelot
Seven times. That ocelot made me cum seven times over the course of four hours. Lying in my arms was a handsome nymph, the perfect man (God, why did I just quote a line from 'Vice City'? The ocelot was rubbing off on me...) with a perfect twink's...
Heracles and the (Horny) Hellhound Part II
Finally. My last and ultimate Labor was approaching. Not even a hellhound's casual nudity could distract me from such excitement, though his punctual words did. "I am surprised you did not take advantage of Theseus' maw earlier," Cerberus grinned...