5: Friday Sylvia had been right; somewhere in the world an emaciated child would've thrown Kim's attempt at bourbon chicken back at her and accused her of violating their human rights. Kim contemplated this as she shivered, curled up under the mound of blankets on her bed and questioning her life choices. At one point, she'd been sure she had enough mone...
My dear sister, Anya, I just realized it's rather irregular of me to use your name when addressing these letters. I think I am beginning to miss you. Are you beginning to miss me stopping by every other day to ask for a loan? Things are only getting stranger here on Ambrosia Ranch, now that I've arrived, but at least I know at long last what's going on her...
JFK Airport, July 2018 “We need a doctor!” a woman screamed as she ran out of the bathroom. The pair off officers from the Port Authority went to check on the screaming woman. She led them into the bathroom and pointed at another woman passed out on the floor. The first officer called in a request for medics on her radio while the second was about to check t...
Loud steps sounded from the basement stairs, muffled somewhat by the closed door. Then the sound of a body being pinned forcefully against the basement door. Suddenly it burst open, revealing a brown bundle of fur stumbling back and trying to regain its balance. Another figure moved forward and quickly grabbed her, spinning her 90 degrees and shoving her unc...
Disclaimer: This is a setup chapter. There is mind control and sex, yes, but it's mostly just teasing, and it ends on a cliffhanger. Sorry to disappoint, but I figured you'd like a heads-up! —GigglingGoblin ~~~~ ~~~~ Monstrous Ranch, Part Two ... To be honest, my dear sister, I'm having trouble remembering the events of yesterday after the holstaur. It wa...
In Which an Elven Servant Suffers a Succubus to Live in Her Home Chapter 31 *** "Just a moment! Yes I hear you!" I shout as I scramble down the stairs, the bell ringing for the third time. "Hello, how can I-" It's only when I've fully swung the front door open, and the outside air hits my nipples, that it occurs to me that I am, in fact, wearing my slutt...
What kind of town didn't have a tavern? One with a brothel, apparently. Snatch had decided to play it safe and wait outside. He wasn't even sure the elves served drinks in there, and besides, getting drunk around a bunch of sex-crazed prostitutes seemed like a bad idea. He leaned against the strange bismuth-like dwelling. The wall was fibrous, but not actua...
Author's Note: You know back in Chapter 3 when I said it would probably be the longest? Yeah, I lied, this beats that out by a good thousand words and I doubt these chapters are gonna get shorter any time soon. Also, apologies for any errors since I probably missed several. * Emily stretched, waking from her wonderful sleep. At her side, Rebecca slept her...
The barmaids were melting his mind away. Gerrim lay helplessly back and squirmed like a kitten on catnip, trying in vain to hold his breath as Monarch—the big-breasted platinum blonde—hooked her leg over his, half-straddling his side, and slowly unscrewed the heart-shaped rose quartz stopper of the perfume bottle. On his left side, the strawberry-blonde Sw...
The tailor's face was glowing like a late-night fireplace as they waved to Larya. "Goodbye, Miss!" they called. "And if—if that dress, um, doesn't fit well, or you ever have need of another, you're always welcome to drop by again for another fitting!" Larya beamed up at the tailor as she hopped off the porch of their little shop. "I know," she said with a w...