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~~~ 

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. 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. 

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.

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. 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...

Lay On Hands, Ch. 2

[pre-story]I wrote, like, another 1000 words on this before I realized I had to cut it short or else I'd either end up with a 4k+-word block or I'd have to cut it right in the middle of a scene. Anyways, thanks again to the commissioner (the generous and eternally patient Pyrista)!

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


Lay On Hands, Chapter 2

“I hope I didn’t hurt him too bad…” Pyrista muttered, chewing her lip nervously as she slowly walked away from the healing rooms, leaving Rhuno in the hands of the paladins more devoted to the healing arts.

The pale-skinned draenei that had helped to walk the wounded tauren to the healers smiled softly, one arm reaching out to rest lightly on Pyrista’s far shoulder and pull the smaller paladin against her side. The gesture was one of assurance, but considering the snowy-haired paladin had more than three feet of height on her fellow warrior, the movement ended up putting Pyrista’s head against the side of her truly spectacular bust. “Don’t worry about him, he’ll be fine, the holy paladins can patch up almost anything.” She reassured.

The Full Moon Lounge, Ch. 2

[pre-story]It continues! The game draws to its thrilling conclusion! Tensions run high!

Not much more to say- As always, if you like what you see, [redacted] Enjoy![/pre-story]

The Full Moon Lounge: Chapter 2 

Ara’s wicked grin grew a little wider as he looked around the table. He was practically drinking in the tension that hung in the air, that moment of uncertainty before the cards hit the table, committing the faces of the girls across the table to memory so he could better savor they way they twisted and shifted as the hands were played. “Alright, ladies- let’s see what ya’ll got.” Ara drawled, breaking the tension and spurring them to motion.

Ghost Story: Ch. 2, P. 1

[pre-story]The Danny Phantom story continues, thanks to a new $25 tier commissioner! This idea was actually suggested in a comment on HF, I made a couple tweaks here and there to better fit what I enjoy, but I look forward to seeing where it goes from here!

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

Ghost Story: Chapter 2, Part 1

The basement door in the Fenton house suddenly slid open with a hiss, and Madeline Fenton emerged, the brilliant paranormal researcher and happily married mother of two wiping a glob of green goo off the sleeve of her blue-and-black-latex jumpsuit as she mounted the final steps. As the door slid shut behind her and she dusted her hands off, she looked up and paused. “Oh, hello, Sam!” She exclaimed, a broad, warm smile spreading across full, red-painted lips.

“H-Hey, Mrs. F!” Sam replied, the teenager’s violet eyes wide, her plump purple lips parting in a perhaps slightly-too-wide smile.

Happy Birthday: Ch. 8

[pre-story]I know the last chapter left you hungry for more, so I hope this makes up for it!

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

Happy Birthday: Chapter 8 

“Wait, fuck, Dani?” John called out, hoping to hear her answer from another room, even as he felt a pair of extremely slender, delicate hands tentatively grasp the girth of his rapidly-hardening teenage cock. He’d felt the triplet’s hands on his shaft countless times before, they could hardly keep their hands off it, even in public, and these were not theirs. Still, some part of his mind hoped he was wrong, that Betty and Cherry had just reached back a bit to give him some extra stiluation. But his fears were confirmed when he felt a pair of incredibly soft lips press against his swelling crown, a gentle peck contrasted to the hungry tongue-kisses the elder sisters were lavishing on his churning, cum-heavy balls. “Fuuuuck…” John groaned, letting his head fall back, hitting Abby’s chest between her enormous, freckled tits. “Aunt Christy’s gonna fucking kill me…” He lamented as his cock pulsed, swelling and pressing against those delicate lips.

The Full Moon Lounge: Ch. 1

[pre-story]It begins! Remember that worgen gambler profile thing I posted a while ago? Well, this is what it was for! It took me a while to really nail down all the designs for the characters in here, but I think I ended up doin' pretty good, 'cause I'm certainly looking forward to writing about them! 
This story is commissioned by the generous Riven LaRange, and hopefully you'll be seeing a lot more of it in the coming months! As always, if you like what you see, [redacted][/pre-story]

The Full Moon Lounge: Chapter 1

Aratheion’s lips curled in a wolfish grin, the silver fur around the worgen’s muzzle emphasizing the expression as he casually leaned back in his seat, his large, clawed hands moving with surprising speed and dexterity as he shuffled a deck of cards. The massive worgen, even sitting, was quite the looming presence at the table. He was dressed lightly, as always, wearing little more than a lightweight kilt wrapped around his waist and a pair of cuffs around his wrists. The short, dark gray fur lining his his slender torso, doing nothing to hide the toned muscle underneath. A black eyepatch with gold embroidery in the shape of a crescent moon covered his left eye, leaving a single crimson eye to sweep around the table, assessing his opponents as he shuffled the cards.

Happy Birthday: Ch. 7

[pre-story]More Happy Birthday! Not much to say about this one, not a lot of sex, but some, and things are gonna heat up fast after this! I hope you all enjoy!

As always, [redacted][/pre-story]

Happy Birthday: Chapter 7 

John stirred, eyes squeezing shut against the morning light filtering into the room. Instinctively, he brought his arm up to cover his eyes, or rather, he tried to, but found it weighed down, pinned beneath something heavy and… soft. He lifted his head and cracked his eyelids open just a tiny bit to investigate. At the sight of Aunt christina’s glorious body laying on his arm, the muscular limb buried between her enormous tits, her arms wrapped possessively around it as she slept, the events of the prior night flooded back to him. Images of fucking one curvy redhead after another flashed in his mind, of four freckle-faced beauties worshipping his shaft with lips, tongues, and hands, of massive, milky melons wrapping around his shaft, smothering his face, squishing against each other as mother kissed daughter and sisters kissed sisters and he kissed them all in the throes of passion. The monster between his thighs stirred, and he heard a small, satisfied purr from below, glancing down to see one of the triplets had fallen asleep with her head rested on his shaft, and as it swelled beneath her, she nuzzled her cheek against it like an affectionate cat.

By The Horns: Ch. 6. P. 2

[pre-story]Rhuno’s story continues with Lien offering to share her camp, and things start getting a little steamy... 

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

Test Your Might: Part 2

“It should be right up here.” Lien assured as they walked together. “I can hear the steam vents.”

“Excellent.” Rhuno replied, letting out a sigh of relief as he trudged through the thick undergrowth. He loved his armor, but in this sweltering heat and thick undergrowth, it was like carrying a blazing oven on his back. It would be good to cool off- He blinked as a connection clicked in his brain. “Wait, steam vents?”

His question was answered a moment later as they rounded one of the massive trees and it came in sight. Around a handful of rocky outcroppings, there sat a wide, shallow pool of water, shrouded in a thick mist of steam. Every few seconds, one of the tiny cones scattered all around would hiss, belching forth a thick pillar of steam to replenish the cloud of steam. Near the edge of the stone area, there sat a lovely tent, a heavy red cloth hanging inside a square wooden frame. A dragon turtle sat next to it, idly chewing on the nearby ferns, its elaborate saddle sitting empty.

“...Ah.” Rhuno muttered, somewhat dejectedly, his hopes of cooling off dashed.

Ghost Story

[pre-story]So, I wanted to get this out in time for Halloween, but writer's block is a bitch, so here we are. I wanted to write something about a exhibition with a ghost, and one of the ghosts that came to mind was Danny Phantom... The rest kinda happened. I got stuck for like a WEEK on the climax, I don't know why... Anyways, I hope you enjoy! I may continue it at some point if there's a demand for it.

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

Ghost Story “Ugh, just shut up, Manson!” Star insisted, scowling and stamping her foot on the wet tile floor of the girl’s locker room shower, a gesture that would have been more… impactful, were the little blonde girl not completely naked, her lithe cheerleader body glistening wet, perky, hand-filling breasts barely jiggling at the movement.

“No, I’m serious!” Sam rebutted as her hands roamed her teenage body, washing away a layer of soap. The raven-haired goth girl was in a rare makeup-free moment, her usual dark eyeshadow and purple lipstick washed away, her skin naturally pale and smooth. Junior and senior years had been kind to her, while she wasn’t as skinny as the cheerleaders around her, one last growth spurt had filled her out in all the right places. Her breasts grew from palm-filling mounds to hand-overflowing melons, like ripe oranges, crowned with dusky pink nipples pierced through with gleaming silver studs. A silver ring gleamed in her bellybutton, drawing the eye down to her slender waist, and another gleam further down brought it to her smooth-shaven lower lips where another ring looped through her hood. She turned around, letting the shower spray down her back, cascading down her spine and running down between the mounds of her juicy ass.

“All this ghost stuff happening around town, around the school, even, I’d be surprised it hasn’t happened yet!” She continued, ignoring Star’s objections. “Think about it… They can go through walls, they can turn invisible… How would you even know if one was right here, watching us?” She asked.

Happy Birthday, Ch. 4

[redacted]

Chapter 4: The Triplets, Part 1

John pulled his hips back, drawing a weak moan from the barely-conscious Aunt Christina as his flared, fist-sized head tugged at the entrance to her womb, the wall of muscle reluctant to release the fearsome tool. Her walls gripped so tight his movements dragged her upraised hips back a few inches before the pull became too much and the fat knob pulled free. He kept pulling, and pulling, and pulling, drawing inch after inch after inch of thick, glistening, steel-hard cock from his aunt’s depths. He could feel all four of his cousins staring in awe and hunger as he unsheathed his mighty weapon, and as the gleaming crown pulled free with soft, wet pop, his aunt’s overstuffed pussy twitched, a stream of white-hot cream pouring out of her like a faucet. His member sprang up once it was free, slapping against his rippling abs once before it settled into place, thrusting proudly from his hips, almost a half-yard of cum-and-nectar slick, pussy-wrecking, never-softening, toe-curling studly incestuous COCK, throbbing angrily in midair, its gleaming crown swollen red like a mouth-wateringly ripe apple. 

[Musing] A Class of Their Own

[pre-story] [redacted] Anyways, enjoy![/pre-story]

A Class of Their Own

“Hyper-pubescence is a hormonal condition affecting approximately 1% of US children today. The true cause of the condition is yet to be proven, but many scientists blame the hormones used in farming to make livestock more productive. The condition is treatable if detected before puberty, but once puberty begins, it cannot be treated. Upon entering puberty, patients experience dramatic development of primary sex characteristics and some secondary sex characteristics, as well as extreme sexual cravings, but often experience delayed, or at least dramatically slowed development of the majority of secondary sex characteristics…”

“Miss Takahashi?” A small voice spoke up.

Yumi looked up from the textbook she was reading from with a sigh. “Yes, Josh?”

“Can I be excused to the bathroom? And Cathy, too?” He asked.

Yumi sighed again, shaking her head. “You may go, but Cathy will have to wait until you bring back the hall pass.” She replied. “You know the rules.”

“Aww...” Josh whined as he stood up from his seat and walked up to Ms. Takahashi’s desk. Yumi shook her head. The boy certainly didn’t LOOK eighteen, but he sure as hell acted like it. He was only about five feet tall, with a wiry build, a childish face, short, messy, sandy blonde hair and big, innocent-looking green eyes. Of course, he looked innocent at first glance, until you noticed the vaguely-predatory way he looked at girls, the subtle smirk at the corner of his lips, and the massive, unmistakable bulge of his groin. It looked like he’d stuffed a grapefruit into the crotch of his pants, along with some manner of enormous sausage which snaked down his thigh almost to his knee, straining at the material.

[Musing] Dairy Tour

[pre-story]The first of a new batch of monthly patron-suggested musings! [redacted][/pre-story]

“Right this way, my dear.” Ms. Brown called, a warm, knowing smile on her full, soft lips as she pulled open a door and gestured through.

Becky swallowed, adjusting her thick glasses and biting her lip, slightly intimidated. She was short and mousey, with short, messy, dirty blonde hair, freckles, and a figure that hadn’t quite ‘blossomed’, and after graduating, she’d just about given up hope it would. Ms. Brown, by contrast, was everything she wasn’t. The mature woman was tall, graceful and glamorous, with long auburn hair pulled up into a bun, she moved with confidence to spare. And why shouldn’t she be confident? With that supermodel face and pornstar body… No, porn stars would have looked positively scrawny compared to her. Her breasts were MASSIVE, each easily the size of her head, her business suit presenting what seemed like a mile of cleavage. And her hips! Her pinstripe skirt strained to contain the bounty of her broad hips. Becky considered herself pretty straight, but walking behind Ms. Brown, she could hardly take her eyes off the mature beauty’s swaying, jiggling backside.

By The Horns: Ch. 5 P. 3 [Preview]

[pre-story]Alright, here it is, the third and final part of this way-too-damn-big chapter (It's 25k words, if you add up all the parts). If you didn't think the other parts were sexy enough, this should more than satisfy you! I was debating how I should handle Rhuno actually having sex with such tiny ladies, and in the end, I decided to embrace the impossibility settled on some rather extreme stomach bulging, so, you know, you've been warned. If that's not your thing, you might wanna skip this one.
[redacted][/pre-story]

As eager as Rhuno was to get started fucking the sexy little goblin’s brains out, the more rational portion of his mind suggested that the middle of the main lab was probably not the best place to continue this. He’d already made quite the mess, after all, and he didn’t want to make it worse. He dipped down, bending at the knees, making Ginny gasp and cling to his massive coal-black cock for stability as he scooped Glitz up in one massive three-fingered hand, effortlessly lifting her off her feet. With both the girls secured, he turned and began to walk, iron-shod hooves clomping heavily as he carried them as smoothly as possible across the room, then up the stairs and around the corner. He ducked through a dented door frame and straightened up again, coming to a stop at the foot of the bed he’d slept in the night before.

Daddy's Home: New Life [April Fools]

[pre-story] Surprise! You've asked, you've begged, you've demanded more, and I shall deliver! I feel like I've really developed as a writers since I started Daddy's home, and I'm exited to bring the series back and put all my new skills to use! Anyways, I hope you enjoy![/pre-story] 

Daddy's Home: New Life

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Rich asked, looking around at all the equipment intruding on his bedroom. Microphones, lights with those reflective umbrella things on them, three big, fancy cameras at all different angles… This stuff wasn’t cheap, even just renting it.

“Of course, Daddy!” Sam replied with a grin as she darted around the room checking equipment and making last-minute adjustments, his beautiful, dark-haired daughter dressed in her skimpiest, sexiest gothic lingerie. Black-and-purple striped thigh-high stockings clung to her shapely legs, fastened to a lacy black garter belt with straps tight enough to dig into the pale globes of her spectacular ass. Those twin moons were split by the barely-there string of a black, semi-sheer lace thong, the straps of which rode high on her generous hips. Her hips tapered to a slender waist, the barest hint of tone visible on her flat stomach, a gleaming purple gemstone dangling from her bellybutton ring. Her top was somewhere between a bra and a corset, little more than a wide belt of tightly-laced material around her ribcage with a set of shaped, triangular cups that could barely contain a pair of breasts that were each practically as big as his head, the pale, creamy flesh bulging out around them, jiggling with every tiny movement, the cups barely hiding her suckable nipples from view. Around her neck she wore a choker, a band of elastic black lace with a silver heart-shaped charm seated directly on her throat. She went heavier with the makeup than usual, her lips painted with her favorite glossy black lipstick, her eyes outlined with thick black eyeliner, artfully contoured into wings, then layered over with dusky purple eyeshadow. Her long, black, silky hair was done up into twintails, a departure from her usual style, but one she said would work better for the cameras.