Sometimes it can be tough to find the time. * Author's Note: If you're expecting a serious story, this ain't it. I'm taking a break from goofy fairy tales and instead focusing my love of parodies onto the genre of post-apocalyptic sci-fi. There's an evil warlord, a damsel in distress, and a sword-wielding hero on a motorcycle. This story is also loosely...
Notes: All characters are either 18 or above. Second Notes: Although the main character starts out "straight", there will be no heterosexual sex in this story. Here are some things you can expect! An intersex/futa character, instances of incest and a lesbian harem with side couples. ***** I'd never been a particularly kind person if I'm being honest. N...
Chapter Four: Lucy and Lorelei Lexi: I have always been a rational and skeptical person. I'd stopped believing in Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny when I was five years old, and I had... never ...believed in ghosts, or any other supernatural claptrap for that matter. But when I walked into the bedroom, and was confronted by that...apparition...I almost j...
Meanwhile, back in Connie's apartment, a strange new adventure continues to unfold for the Lucky Eight's owner. * Over the next few days, Connie remained in the apartment. Kat came and went bringing food. She didn't want Connie around the other Devil Dykes. Their days and nights were spent in a strange, phantasmagorical spiritual/sexual union with Anacond...
Dorcas Corey stood on the rough wooden planks of the scaffold, barefoot, wearing the plain sackcloth frock of the damned. The coarse rope of the noose was tight about her neck. She stood on her toes, the tendons of her feet arched, to relieve the tension of the rope. She could feel the rough fibers of the noose digging into the skin of her throat. The townsp...
I decided to wait for you, even though we'd made no plans. I know you'll be here. You love to visit this small wooded area, with its immense old oaks even when you're not on the hunt. I'm sure you can sense that I'm waiting. I sit with my back to a tree trunk with my knees drawn up to my chest. The silver moon winks at me through the branches that shiver i...
The car bounced up in down with the familiar rhythm of the dirt road's potholes. Cassie had grown used to clutching the hot leather seats as her father's beat-up Christler rattled, but this time she was the one driving. Other than that, the road into Camp Lambda looked the same as it ever had - the same ankle-length green grass, the same cabins off in the di...
How in the hell had I ever let my so-called friends get me into this mess? I guess alcohol might have been a factor. You know how it goes; you're sitting with a few friends munching on enough junk food to put the Budweiser Clydesdales into a diabetic coma and sucking down beer. Do you have any idea how nasty beer and sugarcoated spice gumdrops taste together...
"Hello? Miss? Anyone in there?" "Huh?" She was back in the grocery store, staring down at the faded black of the conveyor belt. In front of her was a large, irate customer. She looked down to find the belt overloaded with cans. The customer was tapping his foot and pointedly staring at his watch. "Sorry, sir," Cassie said, as she began to swipe the cans a...
The next day, I awoke to a smiling face looking back at me. I had forgotten all about yesterday's events, I mean, could you blame me? It was all so dream-like. So, I reacted how I would if any stranger had popped up in my bed. I screamed. Pushing myself away from her, I banged my head against the wall the bed was connected to. Sixcia watched me curiously...