~ Previously on Futa Futcha ~ OK ...so ...to recap ...the ancient device found on a long dead planet a long time ago in the depths of space was finally unlocked by some hugely clever male scientist, though not that clever it seemed as it unleashed a genetic plague that wiped out every human male on earth for now and evermore, leaving only the female of the...
"I'd like to propose a toast, if I may." Ansel Kendrick was tapping on his glass. Ansel's barber was not an uncommon sight on the elevator. No doubt, she had been there today. The edge of his combed gray hair was razor sharp. One button held the coat of his charcoal suit across his trim abdomen. I was loathed to admit that Ansel had charisma to go with the...
It was the spring of my sophomore year of college, the first Monday of the first week of classes. I was a biology major, but I was required to take one more semester of organic chemistry, which anyone can tell you is a bitch. By far the worst experience of many a college career, renowned killer of GPAs, the crucible that separated the truly hardcore from the...
This was the place to be; Damon Hargrove made a habit to frequent 'Celeste's Bar & Grill', a charming establishment, and even though no one seemed to know exactly who Celeste was, the place was attracting the new generation of financially independent urban hedonists. Always fattening their bank accounts off the stock-value of recent advancements in virtual r...
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. **** Cuckolded by Her Mother Chapter Thirty What drak...
It's cliche, but I never understood the undefinable and unreachable idea that is love. Some say that it's a chemical reaction in the brain and that it isn't real. If that's true, then is our sadness not real? Is our happiness not real? Who knows? What I do know is the chemical reaction in my brain says I want to touch her skin and feel her shudder under...
I knew what she needed and wanted from her chosen life partner before we got together. She knew what I needed and wanted from mine. We talked openly, explicitly and non-judgementally. It was the benefit of being Internet pen-pals before friends, the advantage of being friends before lovers. Not that we did too much as lovers, at least initially. I wasn't wh...
The remaining hours of the early morning passed slowly for Brad in his half-sleep. For Pam they passed with uniform sameness to all the other passing microseconds she had ever counted. She was lying in bed working out strategy, and he was basically doing the same. Both were up before breakfast time. Pam was first, and sat herself down with a hot and creamy...
Loud banshee shriek, steel frame buckling, then tearing like the sound of aluminum foil, (whip, whip, whip), oxygen rushing, a hurricane, escape pods bleeding out, cabin ripped apart and blown out into vacuum, a torrent of debris, then the abrasive heat when the hull hits the atmosphere. Lieutenant major Danica Miles managed to get her suit on and sealed bef...
When Pam was done consuming a portion of the meal she had missed, she sat back for a while and computed. The silicone skin around her eyes had turned a reddish colour to match the small streaks of mascara that had dripped down with her fake tears. The actuators in her face had been set into patterns that conveyed a depressed and sad look, and her strong mech...