Good Morning. Human inns are much quieter without all the fornication you know. Let's get breakfast as I tell you my another story. You know how Theophilos, the human kid murdered the old Monsterlord, Maou, twice? I was there before he went away, he was addressing some monstergirls who wanted to record what he said. All gaunt, clad in most crude manner,...
This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially. These stories have been public for some time, but I am sl...
Do you ever think about being involved with the breeding of your body? Do you ever think of having more than one man take your body over and over and over again? And, if you do, do you ever think about doing it with say five men? I mean think about it baby. With five men it would mean 10 hands, five mouths and five tongues all working on your body to prepa...
*Author's Note: Thanks for all the positive feedback on the latest installment. For those of you just joining the Botany series, try reading For the Love of Botany, and For the Love of Botany: Revolutions prior to Futures. They are essentially the prequels and may help fill in some of the stranger details existing in this fantastic world. * The next mornin...
You've just finished another of your early morning runs. When you left I was curled up on the sofa with the laptop and that damned cup of hot, black coffee again. You thought I'd still be typing away when you get home. But as you head off to the showers you don't see me and wonder what mischief I'm up to now. When you pass the bedroom you notice that I've c...
Author's note: I have decided to continue one of my favorite series, For the Love of Botany. It has been a long time since I have added anything to this tale and only recently have found the inspiration to do so. I hope there are still some of you out there who have enjoyed the different tales that encompassed the series. I am always happy to hear from someo...
When Marie woke up in a dark room, she struggled to sit up before realizing she was tied down. She was on a table, with her legs spread and tied into stirrups, the kind of table she remembered being on at the gynecologists, only this table was cushioned and comfortable and the stirrups were spread a little wider apart than she ever remembered having them at...
(This story follows "Hellie's Inspection") Hellie had the next day off and she decided to spend it in bed, listening to the rain falling outside. She played games on her phone, texted various boys, watched movies, and played with herself. After several hours, she got out of bed in her bra and tiny shorts, wrapped herself in a big cozy cardigan, and wandered...
I love when I wake up before she does. To pull her body to me or under me and feel her naked softness warm against me. She's always cold and if I press close she will snuggle like a kitten, her body seeking the warmth of mine. Sometimes I wake her with kisses and caresses before I take her. Sometimes I coax her body into a position and simply wake her by sin...
Our story begins with the seemingly humble Drosophila bifurca, otherwise known as the fruit fly. The Department of Entomology and Nematology at UC Davis is researching and observing the life cycle of the fruit fly. We have a team of graduate students clamoring for the prized position of research assistant to one Dr. Witt. It seems the research position has g...