(The following contains scenes of non-consent. Chapter is shorter than normal.) Chapter 8 EARTHSIDE Mini stories of those on earth. Lyle Dane 35 Cum-cow The ships were nearly commonplace for almost a year. Some would be shot down by us, or other military. 90 percent were still escaping with young men from any place that offered little resistance. It t...
Book Three The Mayor of the city grunted, as he slipped out of LindaQueenMotherBreeder's tight ass. He quivered in bliss, then gurgled as the transfector cells attacked his DNA. The shapely rumps of eight other Breeders wiggled temptingly before him. Though he had tried his best to pleasure all of them, he was now spent; having spewed into the dark holes mo...
Before you start your challenge, you need to determine who you are...What's next? Male Female Neither What's next? Male Female Neither...
World War T is a series of independent, vaguely interconnected stories about different tentacle monsters invading Earth, very much an erotic homage to World War Z. These very short stories do not need to be read sequentially. Thanks to Tara Cox (organizer) and Rachel Sprite (muse) for their encouragement to participate in the Survival Revival Challenge - a...
"And you shipped the cargo where?!" "Um...er, Planet 487, outer rim." "487, four-fucking-eight-seven, a primitive non-member planet. You sent a Sorkassigan Oil Worm, the rarest most in demand species in the civilized galaxy, to a planet full of half-savage primates. Are you guys that stupid or is this some sort of humor-gram?" "Well uh...um...er...gulp! W...
Delphi Caen slid her way through the busted security door. The control room of DynaCorp's Livestock Health and Wellbeing Facility had seen better days. Spilled tranq cartridges and an abandoned stunrod told the story of just how effective the staff's response to a total power outage had been. Emergency generators had kicked in, but only after the majority of...
Tattoo and Rachel Author's Note: I've had several surgeries on my hands. To write I used a talk to text program that isn't always accurate. If you like my work, please consider helping me edit so I can publish the dozens of backlogged stories in this series. World War T is a series of independent, vaguely interconnected stories about different tentacle...
Kayleigh whirled around. Standing behind her was an authoritative-looking man in a suit, clean-shaven and with fading brown hair. He looked like the sort of man who would play the President in a movie. Kayleigh found herself backing up against the window, trying to put distance between her and the sudden arrival. "This guy just popped up out of the floor,"...
(Author's Note: Every comment, suggestion, and question is listened to and appreciated! Don't be afraid to message me or drop a comment if you'd like to say something to me. I do it for you guys any feedback is appreciated and welcomed! Enjoy!) Prologue For hundreds of years scientists hypothesized that intelligent life existed among the stars, but with each...
At five o'clock in the afternoon Fred felt fucked. He had been sent here by High Command to conquer this miserable little planet and all he could do at the moment was feel fucked. He rolled over on the ground where he had been lying for most of the afternoon, groaned as a splitting pain shot through his body, held his head in his hands and began cursing in a...