Hooves sounded on the cobblestone road, each step shaking the rider and making the metal of his armor jingle. A knight, whose shimmering armor could be seen glinting in a distance from the light of the sun, was making his way through what looked like a war-torn countryside. His helmet's visor hid the grimace on his face as he rode by burning buildings and ch...
Kitten hadn't thought twice as she'd opened the cooler and removed the half-full glass of milk. Not a single hesitant thought had crossed her mind as she'd emptied the vial of holstaur milk into the glass and tucked it back in among the cheeses. She hadn't thought anything of the fact that Master would be guided there when he returned, that Bobbin would cert...
"So, Miss Andrews, you've toured our facility and talked to all of our employees. Do you have any other questions?" Jake Brighton asked the young reporter seated in front of him. Jessica Lynn Andrews thought for a moment. She had been assigned by the local newspaper to write a story about Humilk Industries, a local business specializing in producing human b...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** This takes place in the WWII era, namely 1942-1943. George is my great uncle on my mother's side and Eula is his wife, They live in New York and he is in the import export business. They are rather wealthy and travel as much as possible by plane and train, given all the restrictio...
Author's note: As absurd as the concepts of hucows and ponygirls are, I tried to take them quite seriously, to delve in the psychology of a hucow or a ponygirl and her owner, in search of what these admittedly strange fetishes mean, at least to me. Therefore, beside the tropes of the genre (kinky sex, humiliation and de-humanization), you will find the musi...
Disclaimer: This story contains elements of demonic corruption, brainwashing, and a demoness with a very lovely cock. Though it is tagged as "futa" for clarity's sake, it's worth remembering that such body parts are not any kind of airtight gender signifier in real life. In this case, of course, demons are shapeshifters, and take whatever form that suits the...
Edited by Thegreat_pretender Tuesday-Titanic Tat tats The sound of lightning startled Muutan awake as she found herself back at home in her bed in the buff. However, upon trying to raise herself up, she felt a tremendous weight resisting her. "Oh shoot, look at where all that eating got me... well, I'll be ready for tomorrow..." Muutan sighed, slapping...
Disclaimer: This literature is adult in nature. If you aren't an adult or mature enough to handle its contents please exit now. This work of fiction and themes discussed within are total fantasy and should be treated as such. Again this was written with the help and review of the lovely Aerielle. We both hope the readers enjoy it as much as we enjoyed work...
PART II Several months past and the topic of cow and milking and breeding came up only once are twice. I never got my clothes back, but I did get my shoes. Terrence took another job and I thought it was over with. Then one day a text came in from Mark that said meet Terrence for an early meal and tip him the same way, with my body. I was confused as I had...
So... I never got over the things that happened to me in high school. I never moved on with my life. I existed. I allowed myself to live in the moments of my greatest humiliation. I lived tied up in that van where they pissed on me, lived in that pool of filth. I don't know if I've really lived anywhere else since, until Gordon and Dick Bigsuit came into my...