The town of Maddington never had much disturbances. The streets were kept clean, the townsfolk always greeted each other and the community thrived from this harmony they shared. A quaint little paradise one might call it. But things are never quite as simple. For every now and then those that wish to stay in the town permanently, particularly the women, chan...
The townsfolk of Maddington seem to never catch a break as the curse that keeps affecting people continues, but this time men find themselves on the receiving end as their own penises take life into their own ‘hands’. Maybe they can move on their own. Maybe they talk. Maybe they can control their owners body. At the end of the day they just want to live thei...
"By the Emperor, Nicodemus, can you stop gloating for long-enough to actually do something?" "Oh, sorry. Let me just use my 'blasphemous parlor tricks" to turn back time so that I can warn you not to go this way. Oh, wait, I DID tell you not to. Remind me again what it is you said." "Nicodemus, we don't have time for this." "I think it was something like...
2:45. Friday. Three separate re-sets, personally handled. And very, very little patience left for his...'actresses'. Leon Whittaker's lip curled a bit further at that last thought, the mere word souring his mood, even as he kneaded his brow ever-harder, even as he slumped ever further back in his flimsy directorial chair, even as he tried again, equa...
2:45. Friday. Three separate re-sets, personally handled. And very, very little patience left for his...'actresses'. Leon Whittaker's lip curled a bit further at that last thought, the mere word souring his mood, even as he kneaded his brow ever-harder, even as he slumped ever further back in his flimsy directorial chair, even as he tried again, equa...
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. ***** A Hiking Mishap Glyn turned his muzzle up to the...
The sun rested above the treetops when she decided to go back. She had already gathered enough wood for a nights warmth by the fire and was also getting hungry. She looked at the bundle in her arms and wondered if they had already started setting up dinner, waiting only for the wood to fuel the fire. Shrugging she picked up one more piece and turned to face...
I awoke with the memory of sweet scent and a chill wind against my bare chest. The rocky ground I had lain on was warm where my body had made contact. Wiping the sleep from my eyes I looked around the scorched surroundings, remembering how decimated this world was when we first arrived. I then realised that she was no longer with me. My eyes scanned the barr...
To avoid misconceptions: This is obviously a fetish fairy tale, not a realistic depiction of a loving BDSM relationship based on SSC principles. If you're uncomfortable with stories featuring outré fetishes like permanent bondage, piercings and slavery, I'd suggest to skip this tale. * By now, her appearance matched her mental image of the perfect slave gi...
It was ten o'clock at night, and Allison was getting ready for bed. After a long day of classes and hanging out with friends she was ready to wind down and call it an evening. As she held the blow dryer over her dark brown hair, Allison was going over the mental checklist of what she needed to do tomorrow. Having to get up early to help open and maintain a l...