Lookee here now; I've got a little story for ya. It seems there was this troll, and he had himself a bangin' setup. He was a straight-pimpin' Mack Daddy with sharp clothes, gold chains, and a fine patch of riverside property. And you know how he got all of that? By having the finest ass you ever heard about! (Not HIS, stupid!) You see, player knew how to fi...
The midday sunlight streamed down and made the leaves of the trees and shrubs look like a vibrant emerald green. Joan's loose white cotton dress flapped in the breeze against her legs as she emerged from the woods. The grass was soft under her bare feet as she made her way into the meadow. Across the clearing she could see some grapes hanging from a vine. Th...
Would you believe it that what I am about to tell was done by choice. Really it was a queer find, me finding a coke bottle painted pink and having a cork plugged into the neck of it, when I removed the cork, low and behold there came a cute as sexy very feminine a Genie. Commonplace to what is thought of a Genie, she was elated to being set free from her bot...
If you still insist, I will proceed...as you wish. I shall tell you, then, what I can remember of that terrifying night when I witnessed the witches' sabbath, scattered and fragmented though my memories are by the sheer filth of the deeds I witnessed... I remember the blonde witch, kneeling before the dog-demon as he held her by a fistful of her golden hair...
| Chapter twenty -- Class is now in session | The jumpscare of the wolf opening the closet door caught Oliver off-guard, with the confusion quickly being taken over by curiosity. Alarm bells were ringing in the head of the goat, who knew what Damian could and would do to his state of mind, but his eyes were magnetized to the crystal. The anxiety from the ne...
"Hear me, people of Modus. You have lived in the cold darkness for 40 years. It is your choice you stay in darkness without fire, without the thing your ancestors mastered, tamed and used as they wished. Do your rulers make you endure the dark cold for your own good? Do they take most of your produce for their own larders and let you starve because it's best...
Ivory Carpathia was the sexiest little vamp in Transylvania. Everybody knew it. With her long raven hair, dark eyes, those luscious lips. Especially with that little trickle of blood she always had running from the corner of those succulent lips. It was really just a trick she did with lip gloss, 'cause everyone knows you can't leave a trickle of real blood...
Author's notes: Welcome to my third Fucking Fairytale! I hope you'll like it, and please rate and leave a comment! A warning: while it would've been simple enough to transform this fairytale with just regular crossdressing, this version contains magical transformations and dick-girls, and if that's not your thing, I suggest trying something else. --- Once...
The hills that spread between Nex-Ho and the Wildfree Forest were tall enough that, by the time they had jogged to the top of them, Ember was puffing and panting. Goat Who Wrestles, his sagacious mentor and the tutor of the Vengeful Crystal Hawk Style, was sitting on a platform that rested atop Ember's head like the world's largest, least comfortable hat. Em...
It was a grey, wet late November day. Ian walked through a forest getting ready for a winter's slumber: the brown leaves carpeting the ground; the tan branches projecting sharply in the air, naked and cold; the wind singing a plaintive, barren song in the dying light. It had been three days since Ian ate, and his stomach growled. If he were at home, he would...