Xiaolin Showdown; Boiling Point: Ch. 1

[pre-story]The start of a new commission series, courtesy of Corey Peters! I have many fond memories of Xiaolin Showdown, so I really enjoyed working on this one! Which sounds odd, but it's true. It's nice to be really familiar with the characters you're working with, to be able to hear their voices clearly when you read the dialogue.

As always, if you like what you read, [redacted] I hope you all enjoy![/pre-story]

Xiaolin Showdown; Boiling Point: Chapter 1

“Are you… angry?” Omi asked, hesitantly.

“I’m. Not. Angry.” Kimiko hissed through her teeth as she stormed down the hall, her brow furrowed as she glared straight ahead. The two Xiaolin Dragons were dressed alike, a simple red robe that went down to just past the hips, with black cuffs and a strip of black fabric tied around the waist to hold it closed, though Omi had loose black pants beneath his robe while Kimiko wore tight white leggings. Beyond their clothes, though, the two almost couldn’t have looked more different.

Lay On Hands: Ch. 7

[Pre-Story] Lay On Hands continues! Pyrista's perfectly plush posterior gets pounded! Commissioned by the generous (and thankfully, patient) Pyrista!

As always, if you like what you read, [redacted][/pre-story] 

Lay On Hands: Chapter 7 

Ciri In Heat: Ch. 3

[pre-story]Ciri in heat is back, by both popular demand and by Fooled Trooper’s continued support! The story too hot for patreon rises from the ashes like a phoenix! A sexy, sexy phoenix. Full of horse dicks. ...Okay, metaphor aside, I hope you all enjoy!

As always, if you like my stuff and want to see more, [redacted] Again, I hope you enjoy, and there’s always more coming soon![/pre-story]

Ciri in Heat, Chapter 3

Ciri was trapped. The back of her head was pinned against the stable door, Roach’s monstrous equine cock straining her lips, its fat, flared head planted too deep in her mouth for her to pull back enough to pull it out, or even turn her head to dislodge it. There was no way she’d be able to push Roach’s bulk back far enough to escape, she wouldn’t have had the strength even if he was calm, and he was too far gone, too lost in the primal instinct to rut, to mate. Roach was a thoroughbred Nilfgaardian stallion, a massive, powerful beast, almost certainly the prime breeding stud of her father’s stable before being given to Geralt, and Ciri knew all too well, once a stud gets started, it’s nearly impossible to stop them. There was nothing she could do to stop the hulking beast from bucking his hips forward and violating her throat, fucking her face relentlessly and pumping his thick, hot equine cum into her stomach until his enormous, churning balls were completely empty... and she’d never wanted anything as badly in her entire life.

Daddy's Home; New Life: Ch. 1, P. 4

[pre-story]Finally, we're getting to some action! The twins get a surprise, and William surprises himself. It's still kind of a slow start, but still, I hope you enjoy!

As always, if you like what you see, [redacted][/pre-story]

Daddy's Home: New Life; Ch. 1, P. 4

As William slowly began to slide his pants down off his hips, he could feel the twins staring, and found himself regretting his choice of underwear this morning. But there was no getting out of it. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, lifted his hips, and pushed his pants down. The dark gray elastic material of his boxer-briefs was nice and soft, but they still offered nice support and control, making them one of his favorite pairs. Nothing messes with one’s performance quite like your dick popping out and grinding against your zipper. Unfortunately, ‘support’ and ‘control’ basically meant they hugged his package so tight there was nowhere for it to go. The material clearly outlined his bulge, a cylinder as thick as one of the twins’ wrists that swept off to the right until it almost began to wrap around his hip, nearly a foot long, as well as the pair of balls the size of apples directly beneath its base. It twitched in its confinement.

Ghost Story: Ch. 3, P. 1

[Pre-story]An old favorite is back again, thanks to Fort77! Ghost story continues, now featuring Paulina!
As always, if you like what you see, [redacted][/pre-story]

Ghost Story: Chapter 3, Part 1

“Paulina!” Star’s shouted over the murmur of students at their lockers, weaving through the crowd at a run and coming to a stop right beside Paulina’s locker, panting for breath for a moment before blurting out the question that had brought her running from the far end of the school. “Did you really break up with Dash?!” She asked, wide-eyed with shock and disbelief.

Happy Birthday: Ch. 13

[pre-story]Happy Birthday continues! John's night at Aunt Amy's finally gets underway, and the real fun begins!
So, just to make sure everyone knows, this series is no longer orphaned! It got picked back up by a new commissioner almost immediately after I posted about it being dropped, so updates will be happening regularly once again (at least, as ‘regularly’ as my wildly inconsistent ass can manage to write anything.) And as always, if you like what you read [redacted]
Anyways, I hope you all enjoy![/pre-story]

Happy Birthday: Chapter 13

John wasted no time as he carried Cassidy through Aunt Amy’s mansion, their lips intertwined in a passionate kiss the entire time, every step grinding his steel-hard cock against her soaking wet bikini bottoms through his jeans. Aunt Amy and Janice led the way, up the stairs and down the hall, before coming to a pair of double doors and pushing them open. The room beyond was Aunt Amy’s private set, where she shot solo videos, some smaller projects, and did the occasional live show, a large room with deep red velvet curtains lining the walls, the center of the space dominated by an enormous circular bed with red silk sheets, surrounded by dangling sheer red curtains hanging from a canopy suspended above it. There were cameras and microphones mounted all around the room, all aimed toward the bed to capture every angle and every moan, and the wardrobes and nightstands flanking the bed were stocked with every kind of sex toy and lubricant you could possibly imagine. Posters of Aunt Amy in sexy outfits and sultry poses hung on the walls, some taken from the covers of her various movies. The room always seemed had a steamy, sultry sort of air to it, an aura of raw sexuality, like the room itself remembered the thousands of hours of sex that had taken place within it.

By The Horns: Ch. 7, P. 5

[pre-story]By the horns continues! Nisha looks to settle the score! This chapter's shaping up to be pretty long, but I'd say it's lookin' like a pretty fun ride, so far. 
As always, if you like what you read, [redacted] Anyways, enjoy! [/pre-story]

By The Horns: Chapter 7, Part 5 

Nisha pushed herself up to a sitting position, closing her eyes for a moment as she ran a hand through her hair, sweeping a stray lock out of her face and generally tidying it up a little after tossing her head around wildly. When she opened them again she looked up at Rhuno, still kneeling near the foot of the bed, and she flashed him a bright, playful smile. “Well? Come on, big guy, where do you want me?”

Lay On Hands: Ch. 6

[pre-story]Another chapter of Lay on Hands, courtesy of the lovely Pyrista! A little post-orgasmic cuddling quickly turns into a prelude to round two. 
As always, if you like what you reach, [redacted] Anyways, I hope you enjoy![pre-story]


Lay On Hands: Chapter 6 

“Mmmmh~” Rylinne hummed with satisfaction as she rolled off her wife’s prone form to lay beside her, her equine shaft bending for a moment before slipping out of Pyrista’s well-fucked pussy with a soft pop, a flood of thick, creamy spunk leaking out onto the sheets in its wake. It wasn’t quite soft, but it certainly wasn’t fully hard anymore, and it lay across one of Pyrista’s smooth sapphire blue thighs,  warm and heavy and softly pulsing as the last remnants of her massive load leaked from the flared tip. “That was amazing, baby.” Rylinne added with a purr after a moment, rolling back onto her side so as to gaze lovingly at her wife.

The Boifriend: Ch. 3

[pre-story]In honor of Pride month, I wrote some more gay stuff! Enjoy!
Y'all know the deal by now, there's some very gay stuff in here, so if that's not your thing, feel free to ignore this one. 
If you DO like it, or you at least like my other stuff, [redacted][/pre-story]

The Boifriend: Chapter 3  

Ben winced slightly, the corners of his mouth straining as his turquoise-painted lips stretched around Leo’s almost fist-sized cockhead. The mature, muscular, dark-skinned man loomed over him like a god as Ben knelt before him, his knees starting to hurt a little as they sank into the carpet below. Ben’s hands rested lightly on Leo’s powerful thighs, his head was held firmly in place by both of Leo’s hands, and his heart was pounding with both anticipation and nervousness… but in that moment, Ben had never felt more... right. This was where he belonged, this was his purpose, he was born to be used by a big, strong man, to be made into the pesonal fucktoy of a superior male, a man like Leo…

Mombot: Ch. 1

[Pre-story]The start of a new commission from the generous Fooled Trooper! On Chris' 18th birthday, his robot caretaker Cassie gives him a very special present: herself. This turned out sweeter than expected, but I'm quite happy with it! 

As always, if you like what you read, [redacted][/pre-story]

Mombot: Chapter 1

A burst of confetti flooded Chris’ computer screen as he opened the message, a handful of cartoon animals dancing around a cartoon cake that was also dancing as they all sang ‘Happy Birthday’. Chris sighed. The sender was his father’s email address, but the personal message field on the e-card was left blank, which probably meant that his secretary sent it, which also suggested that his father had forgotten entirely. Also, apparently, that his secretary thought brightly colored cartoon animals were still the right choice for an eighteen year old boy. As the animated scene went still, all the animals smiling widely and gesturing toward the cake as the video stopped, Chris opened the attachment and accepted the credit transfer. If he told his friends at school his dad gave him five hundred bucks for his birthday, they’d all tell him how lucky he was to have a rich dad. He certainly didn’t feel lucky at the moment, though.

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

[Pre-story]Part two of Gwen’s Curse! Enjoy!

Unfortunately, it also comes with bad news: the commissioner who was funding more chapters of this story cancelled their pledge, so it won’t be continuing to get regular updates. It’s not dead, just ‘orphaned’, but unless somebody takes over the commission, updates will probably be pretty irregular, and dependent on whether or not it wins the polls on my [redacted]. 

In related news, Happy Birthday has also suffered a similar fate. I’m not sure yet if it’s ‘orphaned’ or just cancelled, I gotta think about it for a bit. And in tangentially related news, since I lost two big patrons in a week, I’m now in full desperation mode again. If you like my work, [redacted][/pre-story]

Gwen’s Curse: Chapter 1, Part 2

Gwen’s mouth felt dry, even as she swallowed, nervously. Ben was possibly the most obstinate, stubborn, prideful person she knew. He never admitted he needed help, no matter how stacked the odds were or how thoroughly he was getting his butt kicked. And yet, now, he was practically begging for help. Help with his… erection, the nasty, gross… fat… throbbing… veiny… just so HUGE… She shook her head, snapping herself out of that train of thought. She had to focus. “What… what do you mean? Help how?” She asked, whispering so as not to be overheard.

By The Horns: Ch. 7, P. 4

[pre-story]By The Horns continues! Rhuno gets a surprise, and Nisha's surprised in turn! 

As always, if you like what you read, [redacted] Anyways, Enjoy![/pre-story]

By The Horns: Locking Horns, Part 4

Wasting no time, Rhuno’s lips parted and his tongue stiffened and pushed forward, the tip of the wet pink muscle parting her folds as it probed for her entrance, running over her sensitive inner lips as it searched. Nisha let out a needy whine, but Rhuno didn’t keep her waiting long. The tip swiftly found her entrance and pushed inside, swiftly followed by inch after inch of delightfully textured tauren tongue as it delved inside her, bathing in the flood of her sweet juices, tasting her desperate need. Nisha let out a throaty moan, tugging on his horns to urge him deeper.

Daddy's Home: New Life; Ch. 1, P. 3

[pre-story]I’m REALLY glad I managed to build up a buffer over the last couple months. Writer's block is a bitch. Daddy's Home: New Life continues! The meeting gets put on hold, and William meets some more of the local ladies! As always, if you like what you see, [redacted] Anyways, enjoy![/pre-story]

Daddy's Home: New Life; Chapter 1, Part 3

William jolted awake as his brain screamed ‘FALLING!’, his limbs suddenly flailing instinctively to try and stabilize him only to end up slamming his elbow painfully into the floor. “Guh- Fuck!” he cursed, wincing and sharply pulling his arm up to his chest to cradle his bashed elbow. He groaned inwardly, and slowly opened his eyes, only to see three faces looking down at him from above, Ms. Yoshida, plus two he didn’t recognize. She was joined by a pair of tawny-skinned girls, freckle-dusted faces framed by thick manes of springy curls, one with dark brown hair, the other dyed a bright aqua blue.

The blue-haired one smirked, wryly, and looked back at the others. “See? He’s already waking up.” She commented, gesturing slightly with something William suddenly realized was an open pocket knife. He stiffened with apprehension, his confusion deepening.

“Oh, thank god.” Kanae breathed, visibly relieved, sinking down to sit on her ankles.

The brown-haired girl shot the blue-haired one a look, then looked back down to William, her expression worried. “I- I apologize, Sir, I should have stopped her, please don’t be…” she began, starting to babble, then stopped herself. She closed her eyes, took a breath, and when she opened them again, her expression was calm, soft and reassuring. “Please relax, Sir, you’re okay, but you shouldn’t move just yet. You passed out, briefly, due to restricted blood flow. It appears your collar was too tight around your neck, not enough to fully stop blood flow, but enough to slow it down so that, in your heightened emotional state, you couldn’t get enough oxygen to your brain.” She explained. “We were working to release the tension, but...”

The blue-haired one interjected. “BUT, they were taking too long, and since time was of the essence…” She explained, holding up the pocket knife in one hand, and in the other, the remains of his necktie, cleanly cut through, right next to the knot. “I figured it was worth sacrificing a cheap tie to make sure you could still have the ability to, you know, talk.” She clarified, pointedly, shooting a look back at her sister.

William blinked, processing all this new information for a moment. Then another. It was a lot to take in, after all. His hand went up to nis neck, feeling his now-opened collar and the raw edge where the girl’s knife sliced it open. “So… I’m okay, then? Nothing too serious?” He finally asked.

The brown haired girl nodded. “You should be alright now, however, since you did lose consciousness, I have to recommend getting a full examination, just to be completely safe and make sure there was no lasting damage.”

William groaned inwardly, again, and pushed himself up to a sitting position. “I’m- I’m alright, I think, besides, I was in the middle of a meeting with Ms. Yoshida here…” He began to put together an excuse, only to be abruptly cut off as Kanae spoke up..

“Mr. Thomas, I believe the primary matter of our meeting is concluded for the moment, and as it seems you have a pressing matter to attend to, we can safely delay discussing the details.” Kanae spoke in a calm, practiced manner as she pushed herself to her feet, straightened her skirt, and offered a curt bow. “I believe the sisters will be able to escort you to the front door. Please, feel free to call and schedule a follow-up appointment after your business at the hospital.” She added, simply.

William gave a small sigh of resignation, pushing himself to his feet, the other girls doing the same. “...Alright, then, I suppose I probably should get checked out…” He muttered, then turned, allowing himself to be escorted out the door by the two girls.

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The doctor clicked his flashlight off and lowered it from William’s eyes, nodding as he tucked it into a pocket. “Well. No signs of a concussion from your fall, no obvious symptoms of brain damage from lack of blood flow… Seems like there’s no complications.” He announced, standing up and holding his tablet up in front of him, re-reading his chart. “It is a little odd that a healthy individual like you would pass out from just a tight collar, though. I’m going to have to check your blood pressure and run a circulatory assessment. Unfortunately, I have other patients that I need to check in on, but a nurse will be in shortly to examine you.” He explained, curtly, already turning for the door before William could even grunt affirmatively.

William was suddenly alone in the silent exam room, sighing slightly and reclining back on the exam table, the crinkle of the paper sheet beneath him breaking the silence. He pulled out his phone, idly flicking this way and that, searching for something to keep himself occupied as he waited. He’d shed the remains of his too-small dress shirt, leaving him in just his khakis and a white undershirt, the thin material stretched over his muscular torso like a second skin, clinging to every contour of sculpted granite muscle.

He heard the click of the door latch and looked up, eyes widening slightly in surprise as he recognized the pair of nurses walking into the room. The sisters who’d been there when he’d woken up had apparently changed between then and now, dressed in matching light blue scrubs. “Well, well, look who it is.” The blue haired one commented with a smirk as she closed the door behind them.

“I could say the same. You’re nurses?” William replied.

“Don’t sound SO surprised.” The blue-haired one shot back.

William raised his hands in a defensive gesture. “No offense meant, you just seemed a little young to be nurses.”

The brown haired one bit her lip before speaking up. “Well, um, technically, we’re trainees… We’re still in school, but we work here part time for course credit…” She explained, then paused, suddenly looking horrified. “Oh, but don’t worry, we know what we’re doing!” She hastily assured.

The blue haired one grinned. “Yup! One quadruple amputation, as ordered! Lemme go get the bone saw.”

William smirked, and the brown-haired one looked exasperated. “...I’m sorry about my sister. I’m Layla Washington, and I’ll be taking care of you.”

The blue-haired one rolled her eyes. “Kayla Washington. And before you ask, yes, we’re twins, we’re identical, and we aren’t telepathic.”

William blinked, mentally stumbling as she answered the first three questions that came to mind before he’d even had a chance to ask them. “...Okay, good to know.” He replied, after a moment, then shook his head. “William Thomas.” He added, introducing himself.

“Pleased to meet you in less… tense circumstances, Mr. Thomas.” Layla replied, that mask of professional serenity once more coming over her as she raised up her phone and took a second look at the display. “We’ll be taking your vitals and performing a circulation assessment this afternoon, do you have any questions?”

William shook his head. “Nope, I’m all yours, girls. Just be gentle.” He chuckled as the two approached the exam table, moving off to either side of him. Kayla swiftly attached a monitor to one finger, and Layla wrapped a pressure cuff around his bicep, putting her stethoscope into her ears as she set to work pumping it up.

Kayla spoke up, after a moment or two. “Thomas, huh? Haven’t heard of that branch. Your folks move outta town or something?” She inquired.

William shook his head “From what I heard, it was definitely more of an ‘or something’ kinda thing…” He muttered, then paused. “Wait. I only just found out I was related to the whole… Johnson... clan... thing. How’d you know?” He asked, arching an eyebrow at her.

Kayla smirked. “It’s not hard to guess who’s related to the Johnsons and who isn’t, big guy. The guys are all tall and buff, and the ladies have some, as you may have noticed, spectacular tits.” She commented, playfully leaning forward a little to let her breasts hang off her slender chest and give him a glimpse down her neckline into the deep cleavage underneath.

William’s eyes widened for a moment before he managed to rip them away, his face flushing. Even in scrubs, the world’s least-flattering clothes, there was no denying she and her sister did have some incredible bodies, most notably, breasts that were easily the size of ripe cantaloupes, standing out proudly from their slender, youthful frames. William had been trying not to notice them, though it was certainly tough. Before today, he’d never seen anything larger than an E-cup in person, at least, not on any woman who wasn’t overweight. But here, there were tits and asses that would have made porn stars envious on almost every other woman he passed on the way into town. These two were probably just barely out of high school, and they had bodies that porn stars would pay tens of thousands of dollars to imitate with surgeries and treatments…

Kayla snickered at his reaction. “Oh wow, you MUST be new in town. I haven’t seen a blush like that in years.” She laughed. The device on his finger suddenly beeped, and Kayla swiftly removed it, glancing at the display before setting it aside and shaking her head dismissively. “Numbers all look pretty normal, but we still gotta do the assessment.” She commented as she went to work, picking up his wrist in one hand and looking closely at his fingers. William thought, for a moment, that might be the end of the conversation, but then Kayla shifted, and he felt something press against his upper arm, something big, soft, and warm...

William tried very hard to ignore the feeling of the teenager’s melon-sized breasts resting on his arm. Kayla was silent for a moment as she carefully examined each of his fingers in turn, pinching each segment between finger and thumb for a moment before pulling away, watching how quickly the color returned to his skin. One might think she was just very focused on her task, but he could practically feel her smirking as she slowly went through the procedure, occasionally shifting to remind him of her presence. “I really like your cologne.” She spoke, breaking the tense silence. “The boys at school douse themselves with spray-on deodorant instead of showering, you can practically taste it when you pass them in the hall. But I like this scent. It’s subtle, a little sophisticated, mature, but very… masculine…” She elaborated with a sultry purr as she pressed her chest against his arm a little more firmly.

William was about to reply that he wasn’t wearing any cologne, when a sharp mechanical hiss from his other side interrupted, and he looked over to see Layla letting the air out of the pressure cuff and glaring across the exam table at her sister. “What are you doing?” She demanded, her voice little louder than a whisper.

“Assessing distal lividity.” Kayle replied back, smugly.

“Really? ‘Cause it looks like you’re sexually harassing a patient!” She shot back, angrily.

“Relax, I’m just having a little fun, and he’s certainly not complaining…” Kayla replied, without looking at her sister or even pausing her examination. “In fact, I bet he wouldn’t mind a little symmetry, if you know what I mean. He’s totally your type, isn’t he?”

Layla sputtered indignantly for a moment, then closed her eyes and took another deep breath, calming herself down before opening her eyes again. “Fine. I’ll just go get started on the lower extremities.” she declared, then turned to face William. “Mr. Thomas, would you please remove your socks?” She asked.

“Oh, sure.” William replied, lifting one foot up to his lap and starting to pull off his sock by the toe.

“That’s not the procedure.” Kayla abruptly announce in a playful sing-song tone, and William paused, confused.

Layla’s lips tightened. “...It’s fine. It’s at the practitioner’s discretion.”

“It’s at the practitioner’s discretion to determine if they’re short enough. These are full-length.” Kayla rebutted.

Layla closed her eyes once more, struggling to maintain her composure. “...Why are you doing this?”

Kayla smirked, still not looking in her direction. “Because I’m right, because you’re my sister, and because I like watching you squirm. Besides, I know you’re as curious as I am.”

Layla searched for a response for a moment, trying to justify a way out of this, but eventually, her shoulders slumped and she let out a defeated sigh, before speaking up again “...Mr. Thomas, would you please remove your pants, as well?”

William glanced back and forth between the sisters, uncertainly, for a moment, before slowly reaching for his belt buckle. As his fingers loosened the clasp, he tried not to think about the twin teenage girls he was about to expose himself too, or about the fact that they were both built like sex machines, or the feeling of cantaloupe-sized breasts pressed against his shoulder...

Lay On Hands: Ch. 5

[pre-story]Lay On Hands continues, thanks to the generous Pyrista! The action heats up as Rylinne decides to move somewhere a little more comfortable…  As always, if you like what you see, [redacted] Anyways, I hope you all enjoy![/pre-story] 

Lay On Hands: Chapter 5

Pyrista blinked, confused. “A change of…” She muttered, repeating her wife’s words as her sex-addled mind tried to piece together their meaning. “WhaAAH!” She yelped in surprise as Rylinne’s hands shifted underneath her ample backside, lifting the blue-skinned beauty into the air once more, her weight supported only by those strong hands and the pulsing equine cock hilted inside her pussy. Pyrista clung to her wife’s shoulders for stability, mashing her grapefruit-sized breasts against Rylinne’s melons through the thin material of her shirt and letting out a soft moan. After that unexpected interruption, Pyrista felt even more sensitive than before, she could feel every pulse and throb of Rylinne’s fat, veiny cock deep inside her, feel it lever against her innermost walls as Rylinne turned toward the door… Wait.

Happy Birthday: Ch. 12

[pre-story]A new chapter of Happy Birthday, hot off the presses! Cassidy accidentally draws the attention of her mom and sisters, who make a rather spectacular entrance in some extremely provocative outfits.
As always, I hope you all like it! If you like what you read, [redacted] Anyways, enjoy![/pre-story]

Happy Birthday: Chapter 12

Cassidy squirmed in John’s lap as the two shared a hungry, desperate kiss, tongues coiling around each other. Her hips rolled uncontrollably, grinding her bikini-thong-covered slit against the fat bulge snaking its way down his pant leg. The pleasure that rippled through her core was woefully insufficient to quench the flames of lust that roared within her, but it at least kept her sane enough to try and undo his jeans, rather than fruitlessly tear at them like an animal. Still, her hands were shaking and fumbling with desperate haste as they struggled, first, to pop the button free, then, to pull the zipper down… In her frenzied desperation to release the monster in John’s pants, Cassidy yanked at one of the flaps of denim a little too hard, and as she lost her grip, her elbow shot back, hitting the steering wheel, and John and Cassidy both jolted in surprise as the evening’s quiet was pierced by a sudden blast from the car’s horn. Their kiss broke as they both jumped, then froze, slowly turning their heads toward the mansion’s front door. 

The Boifriend: Ch. 2

[pre-story]This story's not dead! I was a little stuck trying to figure out what to work on, and I got some comments recently asking for more M/M stuff, and then I got inspired and now here we are. Convenient that the first story to go public in pride month is M/M.

Content Warnings: M/M, femboy, general gay stuff. If that's not your thing, you've been warned.
As always, if you like what you see, [redacted] Anyways, I hope you enjoy![/pre-story]

The Boifriend: Chapter 2

Ben stared in awe for a moment, big, blue eyes fixed on the dark material of Leo’s boxer-briefs, and more specifically, on the enormous shape that the elastic material clung tightly to, outlining a thick shaft nearly the size of his forearm. To see it so close… It was even more impressive than he’d imagined. His hands rose up, slowly, tentatively, coming to rest on Leo’s powerful thighs, then sliding up along them until his fingertips grazed against the legs of his boxer-briefs.

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

[pre-story]Another story for you all to enjoy, the start of another brand-new series from a brand-new anonymous commissioner, based on a series that’s long held a special place in my memories, Ben 10. Gwen wants to try out a spell she’s been translating, and Ben owes her a favor, but neither has any idea what the consequences might be…
I surprised myself, working on this one, I sat down to get started on it one day morning and I was DONE by noon! I’ve never managed to start and finish a whole chapter in a single sitting before…

Anyways, as always, if you like what you see, [redacted] I hope you enjoy![/pre-story]

Gwen’s Curse: Chapter 1, Part 1

“Ugh, this is so bo~ring~…” Ben groaned, rolling his head back as he slouched in place and let his arms hang limp in an exaggerated, overly-dramatic gesture.

Gwen was running out of patience, herself, but for very different reasons. The redhead stood up, planting her wrist on one hip, her hand occupied by her pocket-sized notebook, the corners of her mouth pulling down into a scowl as she narrowed her eyes into a glare. “Listen, dweeb, you PROMISED you would do ANYTHING I wanted if I helped you buy that Sumo Slammers card, and it’s time to pay up.” She said, bending forward at the waist and gesturing down at the ground with the purple chalk in her other hand, specifically, at the chalk circle he stood inside, half-surrounded with mysterious symbols. “So you’re going to stand there, be quiet, and let me try out this spell! And unless you want me to mess it up and accidentally turn you into a frog, you’ll STOP DISTRACTING ME.” She snapped, causing ben to flinch away, slightly. He was silent for a moment as Gwen’s eyes narrowed even further, glowering at him for a moment, before she straightened up, sank down to her knees again, and went back to work on the symbols.

Ciri in Heat: Ch. 2

[pre-story]Ciri starts tending to Roach, but finds the task much more involved than she’d thought… and much more enjoyable. Commissioned by Fooled Trooper.

As always, if you like what you read, [redacted] Anyways, Enjoy![/pre-story]

Ciri in Heat; Chapter 2 

Ciri could feel the heat of Roach’s shaft through her soft leather gloves as her hands slowly pumped up and down along the monstrous equine cock before her. They looked so small against the mottled black-and pink shaft, her fingers couldn’t even close around the fearsome girth of the stallion’s member, leaving a sizable gap between her thumb and fingertips. Roach throbbed in her hands again, and a shiver danced up her spine, feeling the thick veins that wound like creeping vines over the pillar of horsecock before her bulge beneath her fingers.

By The Horns: Ch. 7, P. 3

[pre-story]Rhuno and Nisha head up to his room, and Rhuno finally stops talking and puts his mouth to better use. 
As always, if you like what you read, [redacted]
Anyways, I hope you all enjoy![pre-story] 

By The Horns: Locking Horns; Part 3 

Rhuno pulled the door shut behind them as they stepped into the room, then swiftly turned to Nisha, a smirk on his lips as one powerful arm coiled around her waist and pulled her body close, practically sweeping her off her feet in the process. Without a word, he closed his eyes and leaned down, his lips gently pursing… only to be stopped by a single, slender finger pressed against them. He froze in place as he opened his eyes once again, brow arched in confusion, only to meet Nisha’s glowing blue eyes as she looked up at him, her expression apologetic.

“Sorry, big guy. That was a pretty smooth maneuver, but no kissing on the lips.” Nisha explained.

Daddy's Home: New Life; Ch. 1, P. 2

[pre-story]William’s introduction to the Johnson family continues as he tells his story and receives some startling revelations in turn.
As always, if you like what you see, [redacted] I hope you enjoy![/pre-story]

Daddy's Home: New Life; Chapter 1, Part 2

“Please close the door behind you, Mr. Thomas, and take a seat.” Kanae directed as she walked around her desk, a sleek, ergonomically-curved surface of matte white plastic supported by slender metal legs, and settled into her chair, similarly minimalist but ergonomic in design. Will did as he was told, closing the office door, despite feeling like he was sealing himself in, and moved to settle into the chair directly across the desk from her. It felt small, confining, and he tugged at his collar once more. Kanae set her tablet into the stand resting on the desk in front of her, wordlessly studying and tapping at the screen for a few moments before looking up once more and fixing her gaze on Will.

Lay On Hands: Ch. 4

[pre-story] Lay On Hands Part 4! The girls are back, Pyrista finally strips off her skimpy armor, and Rylinne puts her horse-cock to work. Commissioned by the generous Pyrista. 

As always, if you like what you read,
[redacted]

 Anyways, I hope you enjoy the futa draenei action![/pre-story] 

Lay on Hands: Chapter 4 

“Now, let’s get you out of that armor…” Rylinne purred.

A shudder of anticipation danced down Pyrista’s spine at the words. Reluctantly, she released her grip on Rylinne’s iron-hard horsecock and took a step away. Rylinne stepped back, leaning against the wall of the room as Pyrista sank down into a crouch, her hands going to work unclasping her armored boots, first one, then the other. As she stood once more, she hastily kicked them off, before turning her attention to the fastener on her belt. It soon relented and the belt came undone, it, along with the armored plates that protected her smooth thighs, falling to the floor with a heavy thump. Next, she reached up and lifted the floating iron crown away from her head, setting it aside before shifting to unfasten and remove one crystalline pauldron, then the other. With that, she was left in nothing but an armored thong and a barely-there ‘breastplate’, with twin metal cups that cradled and supported her impressive bust, most of her smooth, powder-blue skin already exposed. 

Happy Birthday: Ch. 11

[pre-story]The story of Happy Birthday continues! Cassidy and John make their escape from Aunt Christina's house! 
If you want more, [redacted] As always, I hope you all enjoy![/pre-story]

Happy Birthday: Chapter 11

Cassidy slammed the car door shut, perhaps a little harder than necessary, closed her eyes, and let out a sigh of relief she hadn’t realized she’d been holding as John climbed into the passenger seat. It felt like she’d just narrowly escaped a swarm of zombies. Giggling, horny, redheaded zombies. The ABCs were her cousins, they were fun, and she loved them, but they were dangerous, like a walking tornado of tits and asses and very talented fingers. It was all too easy to get swept up in their pace and carried along as they played around, until you suddenly found yourself doing something completely crazy. It had happened to Cassidy more than once, and over the years, the triplets had goaded her into her first lesbian experience, her first experience with anal, and very nearly into actual prostitution.

Thot Crimes: Ch. 1

[pre-story]Hello there, faithful readers! So, this is another personal project I may or may not continue, depending on the response it gets. It's a little silly, and quite possibly the story most densely-packed with puns, wordplay, and double-entendres that I've ever written. I'm quite pleased with it. Anyways, I hope you all enjoy, and let me know what you think! Should I keep going? [redacted]

As always, I hope you enjoy![/pre-story]


Thot Crimes: Chapter 1  

The room was dark, but for six dim spotlights. In the center, there was a raised platform, upon which men and women in long white coats worn over loose-fitting turtlenecks stood gathered around a damaged machine, muttering amongst themselves as they pulled circuit boards and wires out of the metal shell of the device before them, plugging and unplugging things and splicing wires together. The other five lights shone down upon five figures in black robes with spiked metal shoulderpads, each face shrouded in darkness beneath a deep hood as they sat behind a long, semicircular desk that loomed over the central platform. Each robe was trimmed with a different color accent, yellow, blue, red, green, and purple. As the five figures loomed over the figures in white coats, the air was thick with tension, nearly silent, until the right connection was made and the device hummed to life, its lights glowing a pale blue.

Ciri in Heat; Ch. 1

[pre-story]A new series, from a new commissioner, Fooled Trooper, featuring Ciri from the Witcher games! At a small inn, shortly after her meeting with her father, Ciri steps out into the night to cool her head, but a commotion in the stables draws her attention… Still not sure about the name. If you've got a better suggestion, let me know!
As always, if you like what you read, [redacted]I hope you enjoy![/pre-story]

Ciri in Heat; Ch. 1

The inn’s wooden door creaked softly as Ciri pulled it closed behind her. The night air was chilly, but not unbearable on her smooth, pale skin, and between the nearly-full moon and her lantern, she could see just fine. She let her emerald eyes close as a fait breeze swept past her, feeling it blow across her skin and through her long, ashen hair. She quite liked nights like this. She felt like she could relax a little, like she didn’t have to be constantly peering into the darkness, watching the treeline for some monster to emerge. It was exactly what she needed, at the moment.

Ciri hadn’t even taken off her usual travelling clothes yet. Her cream-colored, wide-necked blouse was worn loosely around her chest, baring much of her shoulders, a split down the middle offering a tantalizing glimpse of the bra beneath. Leather bands around her upper arms held the sleeves in place so they wouldn’t bind when she moved, fitted leather gloves extended up to cover most of her forearms before flaring out slightly at the end. A thick leather wrap, almost like a corset, hugged her torso from her hips to just below the swell of her breasts. She wore two belts, one a string of engraved metal squares with rounded corners, each bearing a blue stone at its center, which hugged the thinnest point of her already-narrow waist, the other, a simple leather belt that hung off the swell of her hips, bearing a few small pouches and trinkets. Below, she wore soft leather pants, dark gray, almost black, the hide specially treated so as to stretch and shift freely with her movements while still clinging tight to her slender thighs. Her boots rose to almost her knees, fastened with leather straps that wound around her ankle and calf, leaving the uppermost edge loose and rumpled.

She couldn’t sleep. The meeting with her father was still fresh in her mind, even after several days on the road. She tried not to think about it, but that was like putting a lid on the boiling pot of anger and disgust in her core- All it did was hide the problem while it got worse and worse, until it eventually boiled over. He’d really thought he could just… buy her, that he could just offer Geralt a pile of gold and he’d just hand her over. Of course, Geralt had refused payment, but the very idea infuriated her. Treating her like… like something to be bought and sold, traded or wagered, a possession, an animal… Like the horse he’d ‘generously’ given Geralt after his gold was refused. 

By The Horns: Ch. 7, P. 2

[pre-story]By The Horns continues! Unfortunately, still no sex yet, but soon! The first draft of this one would have required a third chapter to complete the setup before we got to any action. As much as it sucks having to throw out a thousand words and start over, this version works MUCH better. 
As always, if you like what you read, [redacted] Anyways, I hope you all enjoy![/pre-story]

By The Horns: Locking Horns, Part 2

As Rhuno’s hands pulled away, Nisha looked down at her hand, and the sack of coins that sat in her palm. It was heavy, surprisingly so, but it made her feel… uneasy.

Nisha’s morning had started with her running to the bathroom before she puked all over the sheets, only to find herself completely clueless as to how she’d gotten there, with almost no memory of the night before. She managed to piece together some of it, enough that Rhuno had been able to help her fill in most of the gaps as she got herself cleaned up and dressed. All the while, she’d been silently cursing herself, for not keeping better track of her drinks, for wasting a whole night making conversation when she should have been focused on making money. A whole night, with nothing to show for it, just an empty wallet and a splitting headache. Thankfully, Rhuno had a spell to ease her hangover, and his own. Oddly, though, once they’d finished discussing the events of the night before, Rhuno had gone quiet, awkwardly so. Nisha had simply taken his silence as her que to exit, but when she moved to leave, he’d stopped her, beckoned her close, and handed her the pouch.

Daddy's Home: New Life; Ch. 1, P. 1

[pre-story]The time has come! Ia! Ia! The sleeper awakens! Daddy’s Home returns! For real this time, I promise! I’ll keep this brief, for now, and let you read the story. I really wanna hear your thoughts, so let me know what you think in the comments!
As always, if you like what you see, [redacted] Anyways, enjoy![/pre-story]

Daddy's Home: New Life; Chapter 1, Part 1

Will took a deep breath and folded the slip of paper with the address scrawled on it and tucked it into his pocket. He’d worn his best khakis and a dress shirt, he’d even put on a tie, which he tugged at, uncomfortably, but he still felt underdressed as he stood in front of the enormous house. The word ‘Mansion’ seemed more appropriate for the looming, finely-decorated structure, but not quite right, either, it didn’t have expansive gardens or miles of lawn, though it did have a rather impressive parking area. It was tall, too, at least five stories. It almost seemed like a hotel, but that wasn’t quite right either, it was definitely a private residence. The girls he’d asked for directions had called it ‘the Johnson House’.

Lay On Hands, Ch. 3

[pre-story]Here it is, as promised, part 3 of Lay on hands! Finally, we're getting to the real action!  Thanks again to the commissioner (the generous and eternally patient Pyrista), and if you like what you see, [redacted] I hope you all enjoy![/pre-story]

Lay On Hands: Chapter 3 

Pyrista held her wife’s gaze as her lips lingered on the flared tip of Rylinne’s cock, the lewd kiss intensifying. As her hands continued to stroke up and down Rylinne’s length, her head began to twist side to side, lips caressing the sensitive flesh. Those plump pillows parted slightly as they flattened against the tip, her tongue probing forward to flick and taste her wife’s cockhead, and the salty pre that leaked from her slit. Rylinne couldn’t help but let out a quiet groan of pleasure, her grip on Pyrista’s hair tightening slightly, subtle assurances for Pyrista, letting her know she was doing well.

Ghost Story: Ch. 2, P. 4

[pre-story]Here it is, Part 4 of Chapter 2 of Ghost Story, and it's quite the finale, if I do say so myself. I had a lot of fun writing it (if you couldn't guess that from the fact that it rambled on so long in the first place, but I'm glad to be finished with it and move on to the next scene. I think you'll all really enjoy it, but let's not get ahead of ourselves, there's fresh smut to read! 
As always, if you like what you read, [redacted] I hope you enjoy![/pre-story]


Ghost Story, Chapter 2, Part 4 

“Fuck me! Hurry and fuck me!”

Whatever remained of Danny’s hesitation snapped as his mother unknowingly begged her son to fuck her. His cock throbbed angrily, hard as steel, as he pulled his fingers from his mom’s drooling pussy and swiftly moved his shaft to replace them. Maddie moaned again as she felt the fat tip of that ghostly cock press against her suit, pushing between her lips, the fabric holding it at bay for only a moment before it began to phase through, the blunt, helmet-shaped head spreading her folds. Danny broke his silence for the first time since he left the couch, letting out a deep groan as her pussy swallowed him up, first his cockhead, then one inch, then two, then three… Sam’s pussy was incredibly tight, she squeezed his shaft like a vice, but Maddie’s was soft and yielding, just tight enough to provide the pressure he needed as her walls stretched around him, inch after inch, but also incredibly hot and soaking wet.  Her inner muscles rippled and squeezed around him like they had a mind of their own, like they were trying to pull him in and milk the cum out of his balls.

Ghost Story: Ch. 2, P. 3

[Pre-story]Hey there, Squish here, and I've got a two-part update for you! I sat down to write one chapter of Ghost story, but I ended up writing two! That's right, part 4 is already complete, and I'll be posting it for you all to enjoy sometime in the next week or two, so look forward to it! 

As always, if you like what you read, [redacted] Anyways, I hope you all enjoy, and I'm happy to be back in the saddle![/pre-story]

Ghost Story: Chapter 2, Part 3

The ghost said nothing as Maddie’s gloved hands slid up and down the invisible shaft that thrust up from the couch cushion in front of her, slick with invisible, spectral precum. He’d been silent this whole time, but suddenly, the silence seemed tense. Suddenly, Maddie was acutely aware she’d just offered to do ‘anything’ to satisfy the lust of a mysterious ghost she’d never fully seen, never heard speak… What sort of depravity might a perverted ghost, driven by lust, dream up for her? He might do something filthy like... fucking her ass! Or even worse… Her mind suddenly swam with perverse fantasies. She saw the ghost fucking her in the middle of the night as she lay in bed, Jack sleeping just a few feet away as she struggled to keep her voice down. She saw herself walking down the street when she her clothes suddenly turned invisible, every stranger in sight staring at her body as she futilely tried to cover herself… A shudder ran down her spine, but was it from revulsion… or excitement? 

By The Horns: Ch. 7, P. 1

[pre-story]By The Horns continues! This time, Rhuno finds himself in Shattrath, unwittingly targeted by an unscrupulous draenei. No sex yet, just lots of dialogue. Also, not 100% on the chapter name, yet, so if you have suggestions...
As always, if you like what you read [redacted] I hope you enjoy![/pre-story]

Locking Horns, Part 1

So, the World’s End Tavern didn’t have a great reputation, but it wasn’t THAT bad. They didn’t have the best drinks in Shattrath, they didn’t have the friendliest patrons (or staff, for that matter), the nicest beds, or even the cleanest floors… Okay, so maybe it actually WAS that bad. But it had the distinct advantage of being open to everyone, not JUST those who signed up with the Scryers or the Aldor. Refugees, orphans, smugglers, thieves, criminals, people who had no place else to go or who just wanted to stay out of sight of the authorities… people like Nisha.

Happy Birthday, Ch. 10

[pre-story]A new chapter of Happy Birthday! It's time for John to switch houses, and cousin Cassidy arrives to pick him up, but, as it so often does in the Best family, things get complicated. Not much more to say about this one, honestly. I know it's been a while since I've posted, the full story is up on my patreon if you're curious, I've been unable to write for about a month, but I think I've set up a system that should let me get back to work again, so look forward to more stuff! 
As always, if you like what you read, [redacted] I hope you all enjoy![/pre-story] 

Happy Birthday, Chapter 10 

Cassidy closed her eyes and took in a deep breath, mentally preparing herself as her finger hovered over the doorbell. In theory, it was a simple transaction. Just a quick ‘Hi, I’m here to pick up John’, then they’d say ‘Great, we were expecting you, here he is’ and then he’d say ‘Hey Cassidy, here I am, completely dressed, let’s go, we don’t want to keep Aunt Amy waiting.’ and then he’d just get in the car and they’d go straight home. But even as she stood there, running through the plan in her head, she could hear a deep, throaty moan coming from the other side of the door. Her shoulders visibly slumped as she let the breath  out with a sigh. Of course, nothing was ever simple when it came to this family...