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!

[/pre-story]

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.

Gwen's Curse: Ch. 1, P. 3

[pre-story]Chapter one of Gwen's Curse reaches its thrilling conclusion, thanks to the return of its original commissioner! As always, I hope you enjoy, and look forward to more![pre-story]


Gwen's Curse: Chapter 1, Part 3


Gwen felt the heat radiating off Ben’s throbbing, precum-slick, apple-sized cockhead on her lips as she drew closer, the thick, musky scent of his magically-enhanced cock filling her nose with every shallow breath she took. Her heart was pounding in her chest, her face was flushed and hot, her bright green eyes staring down the impossibly long shaft of the weapon that her own delicate hands now aimed squarely at her lips. A thought flashed through her mind, bright and clear enough to pierce through the thick haze that blanketed it; why would anyone even MAKE a spell that could do this? No normal person would be able to handle a cock that was this long, this thick, this ridiculously HUGE… Her lips parted slightly as she hesitated there, just a hair’s breadth away from crossing the line into sucking her dweeby cousin’s overgrown cock, a heated, panting breath escaping her lips and wafting over its swollen, sensitive crown. Ben stifled a whimper, holding perfectly still, frozen in place, staring down at her with wide eyes and breathless anticipation, paralyzed by fear that even the tiniest motion or quietest whimper might break the spell and scare her off, like a spooked animal.

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.