By The Horns: Ch. 6, P. 4

[pre-story]Alright, finally! Between writer's block and distractions, this took FOREVER. But here it is! By The Horns continues, and Rhuno and Lien finally get down to business! They're not done yet, though! Anyways, enjoy!

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

Test Your Might, Part 4

All Rhuno had to do was just… push his hips forward. Lien’s paws gripped the base of his mammoth member firmly, guiding the fat head of his coal-black shaft toward her wide-open mouth. It landed on her tongue, heavy, hot, and delicious, his musky, salty flavor once more spreading across her taste buds much like the tingling, magical warmth spread through it. The soft pink muscle guided the beastly shaft forward until it once more pushed its blunt crown against her dark lips, and the pandaren’s jaws began to spread wider once more, her lips soon stretched tight around his sheer girth as the fat knob popped past them, filling her mouth completely. It probed at the entrance to her throat, its warmth already relaxing the rings of muscle. 

By The Horns: Ch. 6 P. 3

[pre-story]Rhuno's story continues, and the hot springs heat up!
Bad news about this one, though: The patron who was using his monthly chapter to get more of this story had to lower their pledge. That means, unfortunately, that this story is going to be lower priority for now, something to work on after I do all the monthly chapters for patrons and after I do some work on my current commission. Still, I'm not gonna end the chapter just like this, there'll be more coming, just a bit slower.
Anyways, I hope you enjoy! I was debating about continuing the scene after this, but I decided I'd rather make it a part of its own rather than rush it to fit it into this one. I'm definitely looking forward to it, though!
Also, what the shit is happening this is the fourth chapter I've finished this month and we're just barely halfway through how am I suddenly this productive?!
As always, if you like what you see [redacted][/pre-story]

Test Your Might, Part 3 

The billowing cloud of steam that hung over the springs wrapped the two of them up in their own little world, shrouding everything more than a few feet away in a haze, muffling sound. The rest of the world seemed impossibly distant, and this moment felt all the more intimate for it.

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.

[Musing] Lien's Adventures Part 3: Curious

[pre-story] [redacted][/pre-story]

Lien's Adventures Part 3: Curious

“Welcome to Mesa Medicinals! What do you need?” The tauren woman greeted from her seat on the blanket near the back of the shop, her voice cheerful, but with a slight drawl to her words. The shop was small, really just a tent with some blankets laid out on top of the grass, a half-dozen or so shelves placed around the periphery, stocked with baskets of dried herbs and bottles of colorful liquids. She was flanked by shelves full of empty bottles and baskets of herbs, a mortar and pestle on one side, and a low table on the other, covered in beakers and bottles connected by crazy, twisted tubing; everything she needed, all within arm’s reach.

The woman in the middle of the blanket sat cross-legged, a long, faintly-smoking pipe delicately nestled between two fingers. She had warm, evenly-toned honey-brown fur, and had a mane to match, her hair tied into two thick braids that hung down in front of her shoulders, the tails dangling just above her chest. An impressive chest, to be certain, even in her relatively modest robes, it was easy to see the woman’s udders were enormous, easily the size of a human’s head. Between the loose robes and the sitting position, the rest of her figure was hidden from view, but nothing could truly hide such a spectacular chest from the world. She smiled softly at the new customer, a placid, almost sleepy smile, the corners of her hazel eyes crinkling slightly, showing her age. She wasn’t old, by any stretch, but she certainly gave off an impression of maturity. 

[Musing] Lien's Adventures Part 2: Hungry

[pre-story] [redacted][/pre-story]

Lien's Adventures Part 2: Hungry

“Well, well, well, what do we ‘ave ‘ere?” Rolf grinned, wolfishly, as he stepped out from the treeline at the edge of the slowly-flowing river. The looming worgen’s silver fur looked shaggy and unkempt, matching the ragged trousers he wore and the jagged parallel scars that ran across his wolfish snout. His golden eyes were fixed on the water’s edge, where a lone pandaren woman lounged, half-submerged in the nude, her full, pale-furred breasts floating slightly, their dark nipples standing hard from the river’s chill. He’d only been planning to rob whatever poor sap he found, but the sight of her body was already inspiring a very different sort of plan.

The pandaren woman opened her eyes, slowly twisted around to look at the source of the voice, then smiled, a placid, relaxed smirk, her eyes half-lidded. “It seems I’ve been spotted. Who might you be, stranger?”

Rolf had seen a lot of reactions to getting jumped. Some folks panicked, some folks froze, some folks got mad… But he’d never seen ‘em smirk before. This was… new. Vaguely unsettling. But he couldn’t let it shake him. “Name’s Rolf, lady. You mighta’ ‘eard of me. Wanted posters call me ‘Rolf the Ruthless’. Wanted for robbery, assault… and murder. And you best cooperate if ya don’t want to find out first-hand how ruthless I can get.” He half-growled, flexing his claws illustratively in front of him. Truth was, the ‘murder’ charge was fake, probably just some feral that got mistaken for him, but it helped his reputation, and anyways he couldn’t exactly go marching into the guard station to get it corrected.

[Musing] Lien's Adventures, Part 1

[pre-story]The first in a possibly continuing series of patron-requested musings featuring a cuddly pandaren lady. [redacted][/pre-story]

Part 1: Tense

“You look tense.” A soft voice commented.

Gorus Boarslayer blinked, momentarily confused, and looked up from his mug of ale, his heavy green brow furrowed slightly as he turned toward the source of the voice. Two seats down the bar, there sat a pandaren woman, leaning an elbow on the bar, her cheek resting on her fist. She looked out of place in the dim, smoky bar, quite unlike The Wyvern’s Tail’s usual clientele, a parade of grim-faced orcs and trolls that somberly drank away their sorrows. For one thing, there was her dress, a slinky thing, bright red silk embroidered with gold, the shimmering material hugging her ample curves, with slits on both sides that ran all the way up to her hips. She was curvy in the extreme, with thick thighs, wide hips, a slight taper to her waist, and enormous, full breasts, almost as big as her head. She was covered head to toe in soft fuzz, alternating patches of white and black, most notably black patches around her eyes that stretched down onto her cheeks in two long streaks. Her hair was long, except for her straight-trimmed bangs, the rest tied back into a long, thick braid that ran down to the small of the back, and it was mostly black but for a stripe of bright green that ran from her bangs all the way down her braid. She smiled as his eyes met hers, a sparkle of playful intent glinting in her deep green eyes.

“My name is Lien Lightpaw. Perhaps I can help you relax a little?” She purred, leaning a little closer. Gorus swallowed. Was this really happening?

[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.

A Satyr's Sacred Seed: Ch. 2

[pre-story]Hey there, Sqish here, with the conclusion of Galbuscho 's commission about satyrs, breeding, and liters of cum! I actually thought I had this one done at 3.5k words, but then I realized I'd feel guilty charging for such a short chapter, went back and added in a couple more orgasms and a bit of post-coitus cuddling and it feels WAY more complete than it did before.[/pre-story]

Chapter 2: A Satyr’s Savage Seeding

Varossion loomed in the middle of the sacred glade, half-kneeling, his bulk supported on one knee and one cloven hoof. The massive, muscular satyr’s broad, powerful chest rose and fell rhythmically as he caught his breath, his pale green skin glistening with a sheen of sweat. His long hair, a curious, mossy shade of greenish brown, was swept back out of his face, revealing his ruggedly handsome features, pointed ears and inhuman eyes, twin featureless orbs of warm hazel. His heavy brow bore the roots of a pair of woodlike antlers that arched up above his head, branching again and again into a spectacular rack of points that hung over him like a crown, giving him a regal air. In contrast to that regal bearing, his cock thrust proudly from his hips, a fearsome pillar of granite-hard flesh longer than a forearm and wider than a handspan. It throbbed and lurched angrily, like a wild beast, its length wound over with thick, pulsing veins and crowned with a flared, helmet-shaped head, easily the size of a man’s fist and still dripping with pearly seed. Beneath the towering monolithic member swayed a pair of truly enormous balls, like a pair of ripe melons, sloshing with an ocean of thick, creamy, supernaturally-potent cum.

Alika laid herself out on the grass, her soft, honey-tan skin and earthy-red tattoos glistening with a mixture of sweat and the last remnants of Varossion’s massive load, which she’d just lovingly rubbed into her full, grapefruit-sized breasts. The young eniiri’s slender waist squirmed as she nestled down into the soft grass, her long, chestnut-brown hair splayed out beneath her like a pair of wings. Wildflowers bloomed around her, freshly-sprouted wherever the satyr’s mystical seed has splattered to the earth. Wordlessly, she spread her legs, her smooth, supple thighs parting, their inner surfaces glistening with her sweet nectar. Her lips parted, presenting her delicate, peach-pink petals, flushed and twitching softly with a deep, instinctual need, wordlessly begging to be satisfied.

“I’m ready.” Alika breathed, her earlier nervousness gone, evaporated before the heat of her lust like dew before the morning sun. “Varossion… Take me. Plant your sacred seed in me and make me a woman in the eyes of The Green.” She implored, her voice heavy with desire.

Musing: Like Rabbits (p.1)

[pre-story] [redacted][/pre-story]

Part 1


“Fuck… Stairs…” Adam gasped for breath as he hauled himself up yet another tall stone step, the thin mountain air hardly helping.


“I’m not… gonna let… some stupid stairs…keep me from… the greatest… archaeological find… since the rosetta stone!” Eva insisted, gritting her teeth and redoubling her efforts, pulling ahead of Adam as the pair ascended the seemingly endless stairs of the massive tiered pyramid.


Adam groaned in complaint as he hastened to match his wife’s pace. Eva was always like that, energetic, restless, always moving, never settling… It had taken him three globe-trotting expeditions to convince her that he wasn’t going to slow her down if they got married. But that’s part of what he loved about her. She was driven, passionate, always hungry for the next achievement, always pushing herself, and him, to do more. Sure, it would be nice to settle down and start a family, but he knew she couldn’t be happy stuck in one place.

A Satyr's Sacred Seed- Ch. 1

[pre-story]Hey there, Squish here, with a brand-new commission from Galbuscho, featuring a couple of characters you may be familiar with, Varossion the satyr and Alika the enirii! I’m not gonna lie, this one gave me a lot of trouble, but once I stopped trying to force it to match up with my initial plans, I had a lot of fun with it. This is part one, so there should be more of this sooner or later, provided the commissioner sticks around. This is kind of a successor to the story The First Kiss of the Life Seed, so if you want to see a little more of Alika, go check it out!

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

Content Warnings: Impossible anatomy (huge cock, excessive cum), ball worship, cum-play[/pre-story]

Chapter 1: Seeking a Sweeter Satyr

The cool morning air of the glade was was still, silent but for the songs of birds and the buzz of insects, the soft, emerald grass glistening with a fresh coat of morning dew in the golden shafts of sunlight filtering down through the canopy above. This was a sacred place, where the Shrouded Woods thinned, the towering trees and dense underbrush kept at bay by the will of the Green God, leaving a pristine glade where the Enirii could perform their most sacred rites. All around the edges of the space, like silent wardens watching over the glade, stood a ring of ancient stone statues, all different sizes, some depicting curvaceous, womanly figures, fertile bellies swollen with the gift of life, others depicted strong, masculine figures with goatlike legs and crowns of antlers, wielding unyielding erections, while still others were simpler, towering monoliths of virility, carved stone phalluses that would never soften. Flowering vines wound over the stone surfaces, embracing the fertile female and virile male icons, and climbing up the masculine pillars like bulging veins. Atop each icon, there sat a wreath of fresh flowers, tokens of faith from the Greenleaf tribe that frequented the glade.

The undergrowth at the edge of the glade rustled, a curtain of leaves parting as a youthful, womanly figure tentatively emerged into the open space. She was nude but for her beaded jewelry, every inch of her soft, curvaceous form on full display, much of her flawless honey-tan skin tattooed a warm, earthy red, tribal patterns in the ink depicting leaves, flowers, sprouting seeds, suns, moons, and flames. A river of chestnut-brown hair flowed behind her, cascading down her shoulders and back, almost to her generous backside. The curtain of hair was held back out of her face by the ceremonial crown of leaves she wore, a woven circlet held together by a tiny statuette of feminine fertility, much like the ones ringing the the glade. She had no need for modesty, her body was a vision of perfection from head to toe. Her legs were strong and shapely, widening from small, delicate feet to thick, creamy thighs. Her hips were wide, generous by almost any measure, supporting the swaying, jiggling twin globes of a simply mouth-watering ass, and bearing a dense bush of soft chestnut-brown hair just above her womanhood, a thicket never trimmed or shaved, but naturally well-contained, leaving the lips of her womanhood soft and smooth. Her figure tapered sharply at the waist, only to widen out once more at the chest, giving her a clear hourglass shape. But above all else, her breasts were her most spectacular feature, mounds easily the size of ripe grapefruit and yet still flawless, standing proudly on her chest, the pillow-soft peaks capped with long, thick, dusky pink nipples that practically begged to be sucked. Young she may be, but there was no mistake, everything about her screamed that she was a woman, ripe and ready for breeding.

Musing- DDDD&D

[pre-story]Hey there, squish here, with an old bonus chapter freshly released for you to enjoy! I have a bunch of story ideas for a fantasy setting waiting around for me to do something with them, and I was overcome by the urge to make a world for them all to fit into. So, this is kind of an introduction to the concept. I’m probably going to double down on this idea sometime later and flesh this short out into a full-length chapter to build off of with the other stories, but no idea when that'll happen.
 [redacted] Anyways, I hope you enjoy!
Content warnings: Unrealistic anatomy (on both genders), magic, fantasy interracial, group sex, butt stuff, furry a little m/m, a little futa, and a sad ending.[/pre-story]

Dicks, DDs, Dungeons, and Dragons

The old woman’s lips quirked in a bemused smirk, the faint wrinkles at the corners of her mouth crinkling. “...My name is Aellia Vaer’Dahn. I was named at the spring equinox, one hundred and ninety nine years ago. This equinox would have been my two hundredth, but, well... ” she sighed, raising one slender, smooth wrist, gesturing to the heavy, runed shackle locked around it, the thick chain clinking as it was dragged over the cold stone of the cell floor.

She certainly didn’t look her age. Her skin was soft, fair, and smooth, with only a handful of faint wrinkles around her lips and eyes. The woman’s silky silver hair was swept back over her long, pointed ears, cascading down her back, onto the simple cot she sat upon, and over the edge, the tips hanging level with her gently-swinging bare feet. And her body… She was petite and slender, just under five feet, with a slender hourglass figure, smooth, graceful curves obvious even through her prison garb. It didn’t do much to conceal her breasts, either, the milky mounds like ripe cantaloupes, tenting out the modest garb to expose more cleavage than the designer had intended. They would have been generous on a human, but on an elf, they drew stares.

A Satyr's Sacred Seed: Ch. 1 [preview]

[pre-story]Hey there, Squish here, with a brand-new commission from Galbuscho, featuring a couple of characters you may be familiar with, Varossion the satyr and Alika the enirii! I’m not gonna lie, this one gave me a lot of trouble, but once I stopped trying to force it to match up with my initial plans, I had a lot of fun with it. This is part one, so there should be more of this sooner or later, provided the commissioner sticks around. This is kind of a successor to the story The First Kiss of the Life Seed, so if you want to see a little more of Alika, go check it out!

[redacted]

Anyways, read on and enjoy!

Content warnings: ball worship, excessive cum, cum-play.[/pre-story]

By The Horns: Ch. 3

[pre-story]Hey there, squish here, with another chapter of By The Horns! Well, it's finally done! I'd have thought a story like this would pretty much write itself, but seem it's a little harder than I was giving it credit for. I'd say the final product's worth it, though. Anyways, let me know what you think in the comments! Also, sorry this is a day late, I kinda forgot this was supposed to go up yesterday... ^^;
Remember, if you like what you see, [redacted][/pre-story]

Chapter 3: A Duo’s Desires

Silvermoon City shone like a jewel in the light of the afternoon sun, the entire city gleaming brilliant gold, pale ivory, and vivid crimson. The Sun’s golden rays filtered down through an impossible skyline, towering ornate spires and levitating buildings casting long shadows on the immaculate streets below. It was a city of mystic marvels, from animated street-sweeping brooms, to giant floating emeralds, to the elegant yet formidable arcane guardians that patrolled alongside its guards. But even its most grandiose features paled in comparison to the glorious sight of Sunfury Spire, the immense ivory-and-gold royal palace towering over the lesser spires like a monarch in its own right. It was a thing of beauty, enormous and opulent, bearing the finest and most spectacular architectural flourishes and crowned with massive, gleaming gold wings. Among all the wondrous and beautiful sights of Azeroth, truly, Silvermoon City was the crowning jewel. An island of beauty, peace, and luxury in a raging sea of war, brutality, and chaos.

“Ugh, this city is the worst. So boring!” Elaana lamented with an exaggerated roll of her brilliantly glowing emerald-green eyes.

By The Horns: Ch. 3 [Preview]

[pre-story]Hey there, squish here, with a new chapter preview! It's finally done! You'd think a story like this would write itself, but it seems I didn't give it enough credit. I'd say the final product's worth it, though!

[redacted][/pre-story]

Chapter 3: A Duo’s Desires

Silvermoon City shone like a jewel in the light of the afternoon sun, the entire city gleaming brilliant gold, pale ivory, and vivid crimson. The Sun’s golden rays filtered down through an impossible skyline, towering ornate spires and levitating buildings casting long shadows on the immaculate streets below. It was a city of mystic marvels, from animated street-sweeping brooms, to giant floating emeralds, to the elegant yet formidable arcane guardians that patrolled alongside its guards. But even its most grandiose features paled in comparison to the glorious sight of Sunfury Spire, the immense ivory-and-gold royal palace towering over the lesser spires like a monarch in its own right. It was a thing of beauty, enormous and opulent, bearing the finest and most spectacular architectural flourishes and crowned with massive, gleaming gold wings. Among all the wondrous and beautiful sights of Azeroth, truly, Silvermoon City was the crowning jewel. An island of beauty, peace, and luxury in a raging sea of war, brutality, and chaos.

“Ugh, this city is the worst. So boring!” Elaana lamented with an exaggerated roll of her brilliantly glowing emerald-green eyes.

“Ugh, I know, right?” Zalaana agreed.

The Dawnspear twins descended the ramp from Sunfury Spire to the Court of the Sun in unison, a pair of nearly-identical young blood elves, radiantly beautiful in an effortless, almost-too-perfect way. They had the same pale, flawless skin; the same slender, graceful build; the same elegant, refined facial features; the same silky, golden-blonde hair; the same glowing, emerald-green eyes; the same long, pointed ears, decorated with the matching sets of emerald studs along their length. Their makeup matched too, their full lips painted the same shade of vivid, eye-catching crimson, their eyes expertly accented to give their gaze a sultry smolder. They even dressed identically, though that was more the school’s fault for requiring uniforms than it was theirs. They wore glossy black school shoes over white knee-high sock that left the contours of their long, shapely legs bare; red pleated skirts that wrapped tight around their tiny waists and hung off their generous hips and tight, round butts; and white button-up tops, left unbuttoned just enough to flash tantalizing glimpses of their ripe, blossoming breasts, easily the two most impressive sets in the school. The only way to tell the two apart was their hair, Elaana’s trimmed at jaw-length and neatly styled, while Zalaana’s was kept long and pulled back into a ponytail, leaving just enough free to elegantly frame her face. 

“Nothing happens here! It’s always the same, home, then school, then the bar, then home again, over and over and over…” Elaana continued to complain as her sister nodded along to the familiar rant. “The same boring classes, the same boring drinks, the same boring boys, the same boring toys…” She listed, letting the words trail off into a heavy sigh as she shook her head and looked to her sister. “I need something new, Z, tonight, or I’m gonna go out of my mind. And then you’re gonna have to take care of your poor insane sister until I die of the crazies.” She lamented, putting her the back of her hand to her forehead in a melodramatic ‘woe-is-me’ gesture. 

Zalaana smirked for a moment. “I love you, sis, but I’d have a pillow on your face within a week.” She replied, chuckling softly and shaking her head for a moment. She put on a thoughtful expression. “Hmmm… How about Professor Firehawk?” She suggested.

Elaana shook her head. “He’s boring too. He was fun at first, but now it just doesn’t have the same thrill…” She sighed.

Zalaana frowned. “Yeah, the divorce kinda ruined it…” She muttered, looking thoughtful again for a moment before her face brightened suddenly. “Oh, that shipment from pandaria should be here! We could head home and try some of them out while Mom and Dad are away…”  She offered, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.

Elaana sighed again, looking into space for a moment before answering. “...I dunno. Fingers, tongues, and toys are nice, but I’m in the mood for something more...male, you know?” She asked, looking back at her sister.

Zalaana nodded, frowning a little. “Yeah, I get it… Well, we could always go to The Sanctum. I bet a Felguard would scratch that itch nicely…” She suggested, grinning.

Elaana smirked slightly, but didn’t look hopeful. “Tempting… but I’d bet they’re booked solid by now.” She digressed, tone sinking with disappointment.

Zalaana narrowed her eyes at her moping sibling. “Well, we’re not gonna find out standing here! Come on!” She chided, grabbing Elaana by the dainty, manicured hand and pulling her along toward the shadowy archway on the far side of the Court of the Sun.

The arched entrance to the covered street loomed like the mouth of a great beast, fittingly, as it led to the city’s shadowy underbelly. Maps and officials still called it Augur’s Row, but the residents knew the dimly-lit and poorly-maintained street by a much more fitting name; Murder Row. Faint blue streetlights lit a boulevard where the city’s fel addicts, drunkards, criminals, and whores all gathered together where they could be conveniently ignored by those in charge. Brooms rarely came through, leaving shards of glass to pile up in the gutters, and guards pretended it didn’t exist. Children were warned to avoid it, but it was rarely spoken of. Ultimately, nearly everyone found themselves walking Murder Row at some point, looking for something unsavory. And if you saw a familiar face while you were there, you just looked the other way, because admitting the meeting meant admitting you were there, too.

The Sanctum was right near the entrance to the row, easily recognizable by the tall, narrow archways shrouded in billowing, transparent midnight blue curtains. An imperious-looking warlock in crimson robes stood by the entrance, his stoic demeanor a sharp contrast to the violet-skinned succubus prancing around in front of him, striking provocative poses for passing men. As the twins approached, the warlock caught sight of them, a look of recognition crossing his face, and grinned. “Welcome back, ladies…” He greeted, sweeping the sheer curtain aside with one arm and gesturing them inside with a small flourish.

Suddenly, the streetlight beside the building was suddenly eclipsed by a looming silhouette. “A-hem.” The figure cleared its throat in a deep, baritone voice, and all three elves looked in its direction at once. Their eyes fell upon an eight-foot square-shouldered wall of gleaming silver and gold armor, crowned with a pair of long, wickedly pointed horns. The figure stepped closer, away from the streetlight, massive, iron-shod hooves clopping on the pavement as the shadows faded away to reveal the tauren’s features in more detail, from his long, braided beard to his scars. His dark-furred brow furrowed as his icy blue eyes regarded the warlock with a look of suspicion. A gauntleted hand rose, coming to rest on the pommel of the mace hanging off his belt, its spherical golden head as large as any one of the elf’s heads. 

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Musing- Predator's Prey

[pre-story]A short patreon bonus chapter based on Evolve, written many months ago and now released to the public.[/pre-story]

Content Warnings: Monsters, Rape, Weird alien dicks

Predator's Prey

In the distance, the burning wreckage of the titanic evacuation ship was rocked by another small explosion, the boom followed swiftly by an agonizing groan of metal on metal and a horrendous metallic shear as the hull gave way under its own weight. The front half of the massive vessel tore free, falling into a deep valley with a massive echoing crash. The panicked screeches, bellows, and squeals of batrays and other wildlife filled the air, only to be silenced by a terrible roar. Monstrous, primal, almost triumphant, the fearsome roar echoed in the clear sky, accompanied by a towering pillar of fire, blasted skyward by the roar’s raw power. In a moment, the roar was joined by a chorus of dozens more, each with their own jets of flame. A great pillar of smoke rose from the wreck, harpies descending toward it, the smoke thick with the scent of burning meat.

Musing- Primeval Passions: Ch. 0

Fate. Destiny. Kharma. The grand design. Whatever you call it, the universe has a way of giving someone exactly what they need. Even if they don’t know they need it. Even if it’s not obvious at the time. In one quiet corner of the universe, two strangers came together, like gears in a great machine,each giving the other exactly what they needed.

Operation K-9: Ch. 2 [Comm]

[pre-story]Hey there, Squish here, rising from the grave with a new chapter in the unfolding saga of Emily "Deedee" D'Dvesti'Dvadtsat'Dva, as commissioned by Kaz! A lot of stuff happened, I been silent for a while, but I'm gettin' right back on the horse! If you want to read about what happened, you can check out my blog. Anyways, not too much to say about this particular chapter, I just hope you enjoy it! As always, if you like it, [redacted][/pre-story]

Chapter 2: Things Change

Emily squirmed, uncomfortable in her metal chair, her eyes downcast. She tried to keep her focus on the tray of food in front of her, and ignore the rest of the mess hall. She was dressed normally, a white tank top over a gray sports bra, with clinging camo running shorts that hugged her generous hips. And yet, somehow, she felt ...exposed. Naked. She could feel the eyes of the other soldiers on her. The looks of disgust, the furtive glances, the shameless stares, the hungry leers. She felt them all roaming her body as she squirmed in her seat, from her plump backside, squished against the steel seat, to her peach-sized breasts, firm and perky within her bra. Her cheeks burned as she tried to ignore it and focus on her food once more.

Even on the best days, the food was barely decent, and most agreed it was better if you didn’t look at it too close, something Emily was reminded of as she poked a shapeless gray-green lump that was supposed to be a vegetable with her fork. She shook her head, her ponytail swaying behind her, honey-brown with a thick black stripe running back from a palm-sized patch just above the middle of her forehead. Her pointed ears lay back against her head as she speared the vegetable lump and brought it to her lips, advertising her emotions in place of her tail, currently pinned between her plump backside and the back of the chair.

Operation K-9: Ch. 2 [Comm][Preview]

[pre-story]Hey there, Squish here, rising from the grave with a new chapter in the unfolding saga of Emily "Deedee" D'Dvesti'Dvadtsat'Dva, as commissioned by Kaz! A lot of stuff happened, I been silent for a while, but I'm gettin' right back on the horse! Anyways, not too much to say about this particular chapter, I just hope you enjoy it! [redacted][/pre-story]

Chapter 2: Things Change

Emily squirmed, uncomfortable in her metal chair, her eyes downcast. She tried to keep her focus on the tray of food in front of her, and ignore the rest of the mess hall. She was dressed normally, a white tank top over a gray sports bra, with clinging camo running shorts that hugged her generous hips. And yet, somehow, she felt ...exposed. Naked. She could feel the eyes of the other soldiers on her. The looks of disgust, the furtive glances, the shameless stares, the hungry leers. She felt them all roaming her body as she squirmed in her seat, from her plump backside, squished against the steel seat, to her peach-sized breasts, firm and perky within her bra. Her cheeks burned as she tried to ignore it and focus on her food once more.

By the Horns: Ch. 2

[pre-story] Hey there, squish here, with the continuation of Rhuno's adventures across Azeroth! The story, and the chapter, chosen by you guys, my faithful patrons! This installment takes our hero to a remote corner of The Blasted Lands. This one's takes off a little slow, I really wanted to get some character development in there, and it ended up taking more space than I thought it would. Hopefully, it was worth it in the end! Let me know what you think! And as always, if you like my work, [redacted]

Content Warnings: Huge cocks, excessive cum, impregnation, cumflation, and furries.[/pre-story]

Chapter 2: A Hero's Reward

Tonight, like every night in recent memory, a tense quiet hung over the Howling Drunk Inn. The few patrons, a selection of the town’s old, infirm, and cowardly, sat in humbled silence, nursing mugs of porter as the night dragged on interminably. Donna Berrymore, the innkeeper, stood behind the bar, mechanically re-washing the unused mugs. She was a mature woman, with warm tan skin, raven-black hair, and a glare that could send even the most ornery drunk cringing out the door. The young barmaid, Becca, was the only one moving, pacing around the room, clearing away empty mugs, impatiently seeking something, anything to do to keep herself busy.

By The Horns: Ch. 2 [Preview]

[pre-story] Hey there, squish here, with the continuation of Rhuno's adventures across Azeroth! [redacted] This installment takes our hero to a remote corner of The Blasted Lands. [redacted][/pre-story]

Chapter 2: A Hero's Reward

Tonight, like every night in recent memory, a tense quiet hung over the Howling Drunk Inn. The few patrons, a selection of the town’s old, infirm, and cowardly, sat in humbled silence, nursing mugs of porter as the night dragged on interminably. Donna Berrymore, the innkeeper, stood behind the bar, mechanically re-washing the unused mugs. She was a mature woman, with warm tan skin, raven-black hair, and a glare that could send even the most ornery drunk cringing out the door. The young barmaid, Becca, was the only one moving, pacing around the room, clearing away empty mugs, impatiently seeking something, anything to do to keep herself busy.

Becca was a petite, slender thing, just barely more than five feet tall. She had a cute, mousy sort of look to her, with soft features dotted with a handful of freckles, a cute little button nose, and large, chestnut-brown eyes. Jaw-length brown hair was tucked hurriedly out of the way behind her ears, a few stray locks curling forward to brush against her cheeks. Her uniform was typical of her job, an ankle-length brown dress that hung loosely off her admittedly average hips, a laced leather bodice that cinched her already slim waist even tighter, and a frilly top with a neckline that bared her shoulders and the modest cleavage of her firm, orange-sized breasts. She was practically the ideal barmaid, attractive in that girl-next-door way, but not distractingly eye-catching. She almost seemed to blend into the background when you weren’t looking.