Author's note: As absurd as the concept of a hucow is, I tried to take it quite seriously, to delve in the psychology of a hucow and her owner, in search of what this admittedly strange fetish means, at least to me. Therefore, beside the tropes of the genre (kinky sex, humiliation and de-humanization), you will find the musings of a young girl who chooses t...
Disclaimer: All individuals in this story are eighteen or older. This is intended as a work of fiction. The author does not condone sexual acts with non-consenting participants. Please enjoy. Constructive feedback is appreciated. ***** My eyelids were still heavy when I finally woke up. No headache, thank goodness. I figured I was due for one, given how dr...
Sheila sat nervously in the waiting room. She stood 5ft 2ins tall and weighed rather more than she would like. She had a voluptuous womanly figure however with large breasts, a pert round bottom and was proud of her full cupid lips. The clock ticked loudly as she waited for the receptionist to call her name. She was the last appointment of the day and as usu...
Author's note: This story has been inspired by the premise of another one about hucows in this website that I unfortunately cannot find anymore (if you know it, please write to me to help me provide a proper credit). While the very beginning is similar, the rest (a whole novel) is what I find a more satisfying development. Here's the fourth chapter. Since I...
You woke up to the Slow Licks of your Mothers Glameow. ''Alright that's enough Glam Glam I'm Awake. Is mom up yet?'' ''Glameow Glam.'' She says as she nods her head before licking her paw. ''Is Larvitar Okay?'' Glameow goes silent. ''Bad dreams again huh?'' Still silent. ''As much as I should have breakfast I'm worried about Larvitar, Glameow go ans tell mom...
Your farmer made way down the hill towards the barn. You followed, casually sauntering down the hill, managing to pick up some speed in your descent. Moving on all fours had become second nature to you. Keira followed slowly. You turned and looked back at her with the dopey smile of a placid cow. She looked sad. You couldn't figure out why, maybe she needed...
CHAPTER 1 - The Position Alex had seen the ad on Craigslist. DAIRY FARM SEEKS SELF-STARTER FOR MARKETING POSITION Having graduated six months earlier with a marketing degree, and also having no luck whatsoever finding a job for himself, he decided to give the listed number a call. What did he have to lose? Yes, the farm was an hour outside of the city, fa...
The army... it makes a man or breaks a man... I'd heard that but never really thought it through. So somebody comes back from the army ready to join the adult world as a contributing member... or they're heavily armed and at the breaking point. I'm sure they can tell. There's gotta be a test or something they give 'em. My father, told me the day I started...
This story is a continuation of "From Face to Waist". It contains colorful language. All characters are fictional. * Two months later, Hannah returned home from work to find a pickup notice for a package on her door. She knew that she didn't order anything. Usually, she is the one to send packages to her son, Ian, who was away at college. She wondered if t...
Winter in upstate New York can be cold, snowy, with icy sidewalks and bitter winds blowing across the barren hills. This Saturday was no different, and Carolyn Johnson, wrapped in her long wooden coat, hat, boots, scarf, and gloves cursed it. She trudged across the campus of Frelling University, intent on getting to Bernir library as quickly as the treachero...