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. **** Flock's Virginity The Claiming of the Gryphons P...
8 years and half a continent away... I hate winter. Even here where snow is so rare it is measured by the year it fell, it is still miserable. Rain. Fog. Heavy Mists. Drizzle. This city hasn't seen the sun in a week! I have truly begun to despise it here. I would clean house and move on again, but this damned weather... I've been miserable all day. Well, p...
The entire throne room is filled with smoke from Jabba's hooka, but I continue dancing and try to ignore the smell. Oola dances next to me, grabbing her leash and yanking it like a whip. Our Hutt master smirks. He likes that. I love Oola to death, but I can't have her stealing my spotlight. Music continues to pound loudly as I crush my own chain-leash betwe...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of gay male sexual content. 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 writin...
You knew instinctively that you were about to smash into a tree as you had a pretty clear picture of the area you were fighting in and where everything was. It was a good instinct to have in a fight. Always know your surroundings. Your armor would take the brunt of the hit you were about to receive you knew as you flew through the air. All you had to do was...
I'd agreed to live with Donovan as his pet for one hundred days. On day 80, he'd returned home from a trip to find that I'd broken a number of my pet rules and eyed him defiantly. He was pissed, really pissed, and drunk as well. And now, in his bedroom, with a dog leash attached to my collar for the first time, I was being punished. "We're taking this to a...
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 Friendly Massage The dragon growled to himself...
A braver girl might have tried to run, Ellie thought, but she couldn't focus and she was so tired. A good girl wouldn't have … wouldn't have done what she did, given so easily to the pleasure Mr. Thomas tormented her with. But she had. Even now she was still trembling as small echoes of her orgasm fluttered through her. The relief from the gag almost mad...
Meg waltzed in wearing a party hat—a conical thing with spiral squiggles, bright cherry sparklies, and a little spray of limp confetti at its peak. The silly thing looked quite good on her, actually. But then, everything looks good on her. Anything looks good on her. Nothing looks especially good on her. Whatever. You get the idea. She handed me a present,...
Marguerite is a middle-aged woman with a voracious hunger for life. She appears as a refined and fashionable lady about town. But in private she unleashes her primal self and lets loose her appetites. First and foremost is her lust for sex. For her it is much more than coming, than getting laid, than getting off. It is about consuming her partners, sucking...