* * * * * * * * * * A paranoid, altogether arrogant Gold Dragon Whelpling. A bold, courageous and steadfast warhorse with hooves hard enough to crumble anything they struck to powder. A keen-eyed and buxom Ogre Ranger who was vividly aimed with her elegant bow. A keen-minded and not-so-buxom Wizardess, star-crossed and infatuated, her large brain fill...
Chapter 8: A visit with a Grasslands Tribe. )===(>>>>>>>>>>>>>> In the bright cool morning air, Neekah gasped and giggled a rueful laugh as she had to fight the stiff muscles of her thighs and buttocks to get them to stretch and move. A passing warrior joked with her, "Your thighs will grow strong, ha'akh. Your legs will embrace your mount with an iron gr...
First story on here but long-time reader, so bear with me. Yes, this is a genie story. I feel the community hasn't done a genie series in a while, so here goes. If this does well, I'll consider writing sequels! All characters are over 18 and older, blah, blah, blah, on with the show. --------- --------- It was a normal birthday, in all shapes and fashion...
NORRIX Norrix zipped his bag closed and hefted it to his shoulder with a grunt. He didn't need much—a couple changes of clothes, and human identification, just in case. The bag was still heavy though, with currency for Ashana. He met Stryx and Ember in the garage and drove the short distance to the airfield where the Vitiate kept their jet in the on-prope...
Writer's note: Instead of referring to "characters" of mine by letters, how about a nick name? Hm, guess I need to nickname myself too. Blue it is. And I've done it again. Confessed my feeling of "being charmed" to the charming subject, eight or nine months since our first chat, with the sidenote "Hey I'll get over it, I just wanna be friends! :)" Of cour...
You are a peasant living in a the Middle Ages, except this isn't just any Middle Ages, this is a world full of magic and potential. Except in this world you will find no Lords or Kings, or even Ladies for that matter. Well not ladies in the traditional sense. For the ruling class of these lands are all Futanari. A third gender of amazon like women who posses...
The night had fallen for a couple hours, and yet, Los Angeles was more dynamic than ever. The city was shining a thousand lights coming from its numerous buildings, and its population was living it's life, far from suspecting something terrible was coming their way. And yet, it was. You see, there are things humans have come to think impossible, because the...
Note: A silly bit of fantasy. I hope you enjoy it. ~*~*~*~*~*~ "Jingle bell... jingle bell... jingle bell Rock..." God I hate that song, Lucy thought as she trudged, camel like, through the shopping mall, laden with last minute presents for nieces and nephews who never really gave a shit what she got them. She rested next to the fountain and watched the d...
Although I'm sure that you may have read or heard the story of King Midas and the golden touch once or twice before, I assure you that the version that you saw in your dog-eared children's storybooks, covered with hand prints of strawberry jam, or the version that tumbled from the pursed lips of your third-grade teacher, whose polyester skirt hissed and slit...
Author's note: My idea is for the stories to mostly be 3rd person. However, this section basically has to be second person, so bear with me. *** The box you found was peculiar. Usually, a box didn't come with strange markings. It wasn't made out of exotic materials that seemed to defy normal physical behavior. Boxes were usually cardboard or wood. They held...