"Fight this." Jacob's mind told him. He continued to writhe in discomfort on the floor. The fever clouded him, he was only partially conscious as his body was subjected to wave after wave of transformation. His body was covered black and gray fur. His feet had turned into wolfish paws, and his tail had grown to full length. "Don't let it win. Don't stop fi...
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. **** The Striped Filly Flying Changes Chapter Four W...
This is another "Heartland Tale" with a nod to "Heartland" creator and Literotica author Trisha Monks for her inspiration and indulgence. Follow the link on my Favorites page to see her work. This is a standalone story though and may be read without the context of other "Heartland Tales" stories. You may want to read my other piece "In an Iron Sling" for ch...
I lead a double life. Most of the time, I'm a middle aged corporate worker with a crappy marriage and a heavy coffee addiction. I have trouble staying awake through the day and trouble sleeping through the night. But that's just most of the time. On the fifth of every month, I go to a strip club called the "Maison de Sade." But it's not just any strip club....
Lucien had watched her for a long time as she turned from a curious girl into a lovely young woman. Today was different, she was not out gathering apples or some other chore. She was running blindly deeper into the forest. He had long ago marked her, which granted her his protection in these woods. He followed silently shadowing her until she stopped. There...
Joe Avarege was not the most handsome of men, he was rather... average. At 181 centimetres he was moderately tall, his face was relatively plain, but he kept it clean shaven and overall well groomed to be attractive to women. Joe was of average built and relatively slim, but had a little belly which are so common among modern men. His head was bald but decen...
***Monday's Child is fair of face, Tuesday's Child is full of grace, Wednesday's Child is full of woe, Thursday's Child has far to go, Friday's Child is loving and giving, Saturday's Child works hard for a living but the Child born on the Sabbath Day is fair and wise and good and gay.*** It looked like an ordinary well. Quaint but quite ordinary. An oak-pan...
Laid beneath the sheets you begin to erratically toss and turn as you try to get comfortable. After a few minutes of struggling your eyes snap open as you look around your darkened room. Your tight lips part to release a disgruntled sigh as you ease yourself up and reach out for the light switch beside your bed. On hitting the switch the room is flooded with...
Sweat dripped down his body as his pelvis thrust down against her smooth milky thighs, a low growl of pleasure escaped his lips as he bit into her already bleeding shoulder. Every time he had ever penetrated his female it had always been like this; like time itself had slowed down so every single incredible movement was a lifetime. Her elongated claws raked...
Setting: Prehistoric Lands, with all characters being clothed in typical caveman attire (animal-skin loincloths/tunics, no shoes, no shirts for the men, bone carved accessories) P.S. All dialogs are translated from an Unknown Ancient Language. This story is meant to inspire stories of a similar setting. If anyone decides to write stories about men in the...