Gwen's Curse: Ch. 2, P. 1

 [Pre-story]Hello again, readers! Thanks to an anonymous commissioner, Gwen's Curse is back with chapter 2, and it's starting off strong! 

As always, if you like it, you can join my Discord if you wanna hang out and talk about smut! I hope you enjoy![/pre-story]

Gwen's Curse: Chapter 2, Part 1

 

"Ugh. Come on, just… hurry up, already."

Sticky Sweet: Ch. 1

 [pre-story]Hello again! I'm not dead, I promise! This one's the first half of a commission by my generous patron Lex Excel, so keep any eye out for part two, coming (relatively) soon!

As always, if you like it, you can join my Discord if you just wanna hang out and talk about smut! I hope you enjoy![/pre-story]

Sticky Sweet, Ch. 1

A quiet metallic squeak echoed off the tiled walls of the locker room, followed by the muffled sound of water rushing through pipes, before finally, the shower head began to spray, the large, empty communal shower swiftly beginning to fill with steam. Melina reached a hand into the spray, testing the warmth, before stepping fully underneath it and letting out a gentle sigh of relief. The almost-too-hot water was EXACTLY what she needed, it cascaded over her generous curves, soothing the dull ache throbbing through her muscles. She felt the water beading down on the tender, reddened patches of her pale, smooth skin where adhesive-soaked spandex had clung too tightly and taken the outermost layer of skin with it. It had taken so long to peel off her glue-splattered costume that her muscles had started to get stiff… She made a mental note to try and develop a faster-acting skin-safe solvent. All the other fighters seemed to have left already, and even the sounds of the crowd outside had died down. At least she had the showers all to herself…

The T-Shirt: Ch. 1

 

[pre-story] Hey y'all! This is just a random story idea I started that ended up getting a bit longer and more involved than I expected, and I ended up having to split it into two. I just had a vision of a tsundere subby buff tomboy monster girl in a lewd t-shirt and I simply had to write it.

As always, you can join my Discord if you just wanna hang out and talk about smut! I hope you enjoy![/pre-story]

 

Chapter 1

"Alright, Fey, what did you want to… show… me…" Erin began as she walked into the bedroom, only for her words to trail off, hanging in the air as her brain immediately overloaded.

The Curse Of Greed: Ch. 1

 [Pre-story]Here's the second commission of the new batch, and the first 'All Night Long' level story! This commissioner is anonymous. It's been a while since I thought about my little pony, and longer since I last considered myself a 'fan', but it was fun to revisit those memories, and even more fun to write the actual story! There are plans for a second chapter, too, so keep an eye out for that if you like this one!

As always, If you like what you read, consider checking out [REDACTED], or joining my Discord if you just wanna hang out!

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The Curse of Greed: Chapter 1

Lay On Hands: Ch. 8

 [Pre-story]My first new commission since my return, it's the triumphant return of everyone's favorite draenei, Pyrista! This one picks up in the middle of the action, so you might wanna go back and read the old chapters before you jump into this one!
As always, if you like what you read, check out [REDACTED] or join my Discord to hang out and talk about smut! Enjoy![/pre-story]

Lay On Hands: Chapter 8

Mommy's Home: Ch. 1

 

[Pre-story]Hey there! Remember me? It's been a while! Some things have changed! Honestly, there's entirely too much to go over in a paragraph, and some of you have already heard all this, so here's a link to a brief summary, if you're interested. There's two things I want to make sure y'all know, though- Number one: I'm back! I'm gonna be writing smut again, and I've started taking commissions! Number two: I'm a girl now! I'm Squi(she) now, and go by she/her pronouns! Don't worry, you can still call me Squish, or Admiral Squish, or Squishy, or whatever.

There's some formatting stuff in this chapter that didn't translate all that great- you can read the original doc for a smoother reading experience.

I actually commissioned a character sheet of Vicky Hyde! Keep an eye out, there might be more art coming!

I also have a discord if you wanna come hang out and talk about smut!

And finally, as always, thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoy! [/pre-story]

 Mommy's HOME: Chapter 1

~~~September 12th, 2018~~~ 

Harry Potter and the Serpent of Gryffindor: Ch. 1, P. 1

[pre-story]The start of a new commission series, thanks to a very persistent anonymous commissioner! This story's been in the works since 2016, when they first asked about commissioning me, but I've been booked solid every time it's come up, until just a couple weeks ago. I'm definitely looking forward to writing out the rest of what we've got planned! I hope it was worth the wait, and I hope you all enjoy![/pre-story]

Harry Potter and the Serpent of Gryffindor, Ch. 1, P. 1 

“Harry! Your turn!” Hermione called as she walked back into the clearing with the tent, holding a bag of her toiletries in one hand while the other was on her head, holding the towel wrapped around her still-damp hair in place. It had been too long since she’d last had the chance to get clean, they had to stay moving, after all, and not every campsite had a stream suitable for a proper wash nearby. She would have loved a proper shower with hot water and everything, but after what felt like months of wandering the forest, she was at least starting to get used to washing up in cold streams. It was better than just staying dirty, at least.

Suddenly, Hermione paused, just a few feet from the tent. The tent remained silent, there was no answer from Harry. “Harry?” She called again, but there was still no answer. That was… odd. She had a sinking feeling in her stomach. For a moment, she wondered if she might be overthinking it, but then shook her head. It’s not paranoia if someone’s actually out to get you. She untwisted the towel on her head and tucked it under her arm, before using her now-free hand to grab for her wand as she silently reviewed her defense against the dark arts lessons in her mind. Slowly, she crept forward, as silent as possible, using her wand to lift the tent flap out of the way as she ducked under it and peered into the impossibly spacious interior of the magical tent.