You wake up floating. Puffy, white clouds are below you, blue sky all around. In front of you stands to blue-skinned people clad in long robes. One male, one female. The male has long, tall, white hair. The female has a long, white ponytail, ample breasts, and a seemingly plump ass, though it is hard to tell because of the robe. Both of them wear purple lips...
Hello fine ladies and gentleman of Chyoa. Are you up for a challenge? The NaNoWriMo season is fast approaching and I thought it might be fun for the Chyoa writing community to do our own version of the challenge. For those that don't know about it NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) is a creative writing challenge whereby a writer tries to write a 50,00...
When Barbara woke up she assumed it would be a day pretty much like every other day. It was a Wednesday, the middle of the work week. Where most people tend to say they hate Mondays it was always Wednesdays that Barbara liked the least. It seemed somehow unfair to her that after busting her butt for two days she still had three more days to go. Mondays were...
A soft-spoken word, a flash of flame, a single candle was lit. The pale circle of light showed three women, all robed in black. They moved about the circle, lighting candles as they went. One at each cardinal point, they called to the elements. The three witches moved with a comfortable ease with each other, calling up power from the earth. They had practice...
"Well if you want to have some fun you know where to find me." And then Sarina turned away from the red male raising her rear a bit just enough that he could see an outline of her underside between her legs, but her tail obscured the view leaving his mind to fill in the blanks, a pressure at his own region making him stir uncomfortably. Gareth was was just...
I paced the room. I needed to escape and fast. I didn't want to end up mutilated like Cathy and the others. I didn't want to be a slave having to do these monster's bidding. Just then Kane entered the room. A look of relief and concern worn on his beautiful face. "Hello little one. How are you feeling? Any aches I need to sooth for you?" He said mischievou...
Errant flakes of snow landed against his skin, each eliciting a plaintive cry that seemed to be echoed back as the frenetic motion continued to bounce him about in whatever he was being carried in. His eyes couldn't focus correctly, they processed only a repetitive cycle of diffuse orange blurs interspersed with utter blackness. There was no cognizant thou...
In Which an Elven Servant Suffers a Succubus to Live in Her Home Chapter 5 *** I don't get human mating rituals. Granted, I don't really have much experience with elven mating rituals, either, because that would require me to be courted by an elf boy, and that doesn't interest me. Maybe it was simpler when humans were less advanced. But I can't even get a...
It was early Friday evening, and Mr. Spock was in a quandary. Mating time was upon him; he had his most urgent need ever to find a mate, and it wasn't just a matter of being horny. Every seven years, all Vulcanian males experiences pon farr, a powerful biological drive which demands that they mate or die. Finding a female was not a problem, because he had al...
This was first posted on another site under my other handle "EyeOfTheBeholder". *Warning* This story contains mentions of instances rape. I do not endorse rape in any way, it's just a part of the story! Enjoy! * I had always wondered about Nun. Even as a child, he never showed any interest in becoming one of the male marauders who would raid our group for...