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...
Authors note. Special thanks to MissBoePeep for her editing assistance and help. This is my first submission under the erotic horror catagory, please keep that in mind. She stood at the edge of the wooded area gazing with disdain at the old wooden church that sat on the outskirts of Bellaire, a small village nestled in the New England country side. She h...
*For those who read my stories, my friend is running me ragged! Begging me to write these. Hi friend, you know who you are! Anyway, this is more quest-based then I ever expected to write, so I hope that you all enjoy it. As a bit of a disclaimer, the sex in here is very rough, and a little extreme. If you do not like tentacles, this is not your story. If yo...
Warning: This contains both straight and gay sexual interactions, if you're not a fan of this, you've been warned. Note: Sorry for the long wait on this next part! I hope you enjoy! ***** I throw open the doors into the training hall, breathless, to my classmates all gathered in the center of the immense stone chamber. The chamber was fitted with target...
"Can you turn that off? I'm trying to finish our homework." I was lying on my bed with my laptop on my stomach while Izabel worked at a report due the next morning. Without any resistance I shut off my favourite industrial metal band. Oh, really? She won't let us listen to our music, either? "I want her to get that report done soon," I whispered. "Then we...
Beauty was gone again by the time Logan woke. It was still early morning, judging by the weak rays of light spilling through the ceiling crack. She can't have been gone for long. The weight of her body could still be seen where she had been lying on the moss. Hunting, he assumed. Or just avoiding me. On the other side of the now cold, dead fire, Karen sti...
A dark figure stands atop the hill with white hair long enough to be a robe, resting just below his knees. A gray robe draped over his broad shoulders and partially open, reveals his seemingly stone chest. Baggy pants rest on his slim hips, coming down to his bare feet. A single sword is strapped to his waist. His arms rest by his side under the silky robe....
The open landscape of the Misty Grove was beautiful, and mysterious. A perfect place to first try out this staff! Illyana was young, and first beginning her adventures, when she met Sam in a bar. After a long, taxing journey across Skyrim's landscape, into many cities and towns (as well as stumbling into the filthy nest of a hagraven!) Illyana found herself...
The large old leather book sat open in her lap. It was heavy, the spine creased from age and use. The papers nearly brittle, some with questionable stains. On the floor a pentagram has been drawn with a sharpie, with a bowl and a candle at every point. In the bowls were some herbs, a piece of raw chicken, stones, wine, and a lock of hair. Callie sure hoped...
In all the years I have known my partner Zoey the only bad thing I could really say about her was that she's a troll. Not the ugly demonic type of troll, but an internet troll. The pleasure she got from invoking flame wars, and getting posters in forums continually off topic by baiting them is something I never really understood. She'd bully people on their...