Transformation Vignette: How It's Made - St. Andrews Crosses
As your new dom snaps the right ankle cuff closed, binding you securely to the wooden cross behind you, a dull sensation flows through your body, as if your leg has fallen asleep - but over every inch of your flesh. Joints lock as the texture and tone...
Transformation Vignette: What happens in Bokuso City...
Your vacation to Bokuso City is coming to a close, but you're determined to have one more unique experience before you leave. Thus, after a drug- and alcohol-fueled bender, you find yourself staggering in to the cool, well-appointed lobby of one of the...
Blubbery Muffins
James lowered his wire-framed glasses and rubbed his eyes as he walked into the break room, suppressing a yawn. He hadn't gotten much sleep last night thanks to a raid in Cosmos of Combat. On top of that, he'd slapped the snooze button on his alarm a...
Leonardo Underfoot: Chapter 2
Gasping and sputtering, Leo struggled to lift his leaden eyelids as a torrent of frigid water doused his face. Confusion roiled through his brain as he tugged impotently at the heavy iron bands shackling him to the concrete floor. It wasn't until he...
One Night at Pigg's
_Another gift, for a different friend from Canternet IRC. I'm certain that he won't imagine himself in Nick's position; after all, he isn't himself a barely-eighteen year old man drooling over the thought of a fat, dominating daddy using him as a...
Alpha: A Pokemon Story
_This may turn into a story series, or it might remain a one-shot; I'm not certain yet. It's based on an amazing role-playing session with one of my good friends on Canternet IRC. My thanks to him for both the inspiration and for making it so I really...
Leonardo Underfoot: Chapter 1
_Notes from the author: I've had this story banging around in my head for awhile, and I'm surprised it took me this long to finish it. I have a major crush on the turtles; their sexy feet were the first sign visible to me __that I had a foot fetish....
The Puppet Paladin
Jerek the Bold groaned as he awoke, mind sluggish and hazy. The horse's silver fur was damp with sweat, and the chill fall breeze that tickled against his bare body warned him that he'd been divested of his armor. What was going on? He tried to...
Experimental Mischief
_I'm trying to work on writing more consistently, so here's my second lemon--this time about one of my furry crushes, Stitch (a.k.a. Experiment 626). Even though concepts of human morality probably don't apply to genetically-created beings, Stitch is...