Lamprey Lust: Special BE Edition (Based on Surrender in the Swamp [pic] By Little White Mouse) By The Preve June 8, 1959: Sara Jean Cosmetics, a rival to Mary Kay, initiates Project Galatea, an ambitious ahead-of-its-time attempt to revolutionize body modification through cosmetics. Too far ahead, it is a complete failure, resulting in the company's ban...
Chapter 17 Hildra finally looked up from her intense examination of the sword, removing the strange eyepiece she'd worn. The black faded from her eyes as she ended her arcane sight spell. "There is a warding spell outside of the attunement," she said, "but not for wardens. It's looking for a specific type of mage." "What do you mean?" Corec asked. "Some a...
The swamp gave off a foul effluvium. Carter almost believed he could take his sword, reach out into the putrid air, and cut a slice of the noxious stench. The ferryman didn't seem to notice. Perhaps the funk of the swamp had grown familiar to its residents. Indeed, the pungent odor seemed to cling to everything and everyone. It seeped into clothes and crawle...
This story is a submission to the sixth Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge (FAWC) and a tribute to the founder of FAWC, slyc_willie, who we lost unexpectedly in October 2015. The true author of this story is kept anonymous until the end of the competition. Authors base their story on a list of four items. Their choices included the following letters: S L Y...
1 I'll tell you a story. I live in Portland, Oregon. Nice place. Much of the time I'm off touring the world as a musician, but when I'm home, this is home. I have a lovely little family here. My partner works a more normal type of job, and our son goes to school much of the year, so I usually find myself with weekdays free. The solitude I get like that is s...
**** The following is a story with a bunch of dirty kinks. Don't read this if women playing in mud, messing themselves, and doing this around other people is not your thing. Or maybe do. But you only have yourself to blame at the end if messy, watersports, and scat kinks aren't you're thing**** * Lucius got out of his car. It was wet, rainy, and somewhat c...
Chapter 04 Stolen Souls "I hesitate to put ink to parchment with this tale. Like no other of the Hell swords are the stories of this unholy thing. It should have been lost forever and never found. Though in truth that can and should be said of all of them. But this one? Not a single mention of it is given where thousands do not perish. The blood cost of t...
Far from society and our knowledge are tribes of anthro people. All consisting of animals within their habitat. This includes the forests, deserts, swamp, snow, mountains and even the great seas and skies. All have big villages and are one with nature. We will now see one of many stories from them.What's next? The Pinetail tribes of a northern forest The Oz...
This is a work of fiction any similarities between the characters, events, or locations in this story and actual locations, events, or people are purely coincidental. © 2005 Warlord I moved on my knees, in slow motion, until finally only a thin shrub screened me from the tiny glade. Peering through the brush, I shrugged off the pack, still holding the cros...
On the night of the dead, which the locals called Samhain, Port St Jean, grand dame of the southern cities, sweltered and festered in her party finery. Along her winding avenues and crooked alleys the scent of wood smoke and cooking spices was added to the more familiar smells of sweat and decay. Torches and braziers blazed along all the main streets and sto...