[pre-story]Hey there, Squish here, and man, I am productive as HELL this month. So, this isn't really a story, it's a profile, the new $25 tier patron has a lot of ideas for his new series, and the MC is a complicated individual, so I decided it would be wise to gather all his information up in one place so I can reference it later. Also, I figure this is better than an infodump first chapter like I did with Rhuno, especially since Ara doesn't talk about or even know a lot of the stuff in here.
I'm still debating about a good name for his lounge, since it's going to be the primary setting for a LOT of the story, and it deserves the best name. So, if you have suggestions, I'll take 'em into consideration and add 'em to the list I'm brainstorming.
As always, if you like what you read, [redacted][/pre-story]
Name: Aratheion “Ara” Bloodwolf
Showing posts with label Hyper. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Hyper. Show all posts
Sunday, February 18, 2018
Wednesday, February 14, 2018
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.
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.
Monday, February 12, 2018
Happy Birthday: Ch. 6
[pre-story]A couple days of really spectacular productivity, and here we are at chapter 6 already! John finishes off his threesome with Abby and Betty in spectacular fashion.
As always, if you enjoy my writing, [redacted][/pre-story]
Happy Birthday: Chapter 6
John thrust forward like a savage beast, plunging inch after inch of thick teenage megacock into Abby’s tight pussy in a single thrust, his cousin’s silken walls trembling around him as he stuffed her with his manhood. She moaned, uncontrollably, feeling the beast stretching her, filling her once more. “Ohhhh~ my fucking GOD!” She cried out, throwing her head back. The blunt tip slammed into the mouth of her womb, already weak from its previous penetration, it yielded easily, and his brutal thrust plowed through it with barely a pause, slamming against the back of her inner sanctum. Abby’s moan rose to a scream of pleasure, the impact setting off an explosion of sensation that ripped through her, driving the last of the air from her lungs.
As always, if you enjoy my writing, [redacted][/pre-story]
Happy Birthday: Chapter 6
John thrust forward like a savage beast, plunging inch after inch of thick teenage megacock into Abby’s tight pussy in a single thrust, his cousin’s silken walls trembling around him as he stuffed her with his manhood. She moaned, uncontrollably, feeling the beast stretching her, filling her once more. “Ohhhh~ my fucking GOD!” She cried out, throwing her head back. The blunt tip slammed into the mouth of her womb, already weak from its previous penetration, it yielded easily, and his brutal thrust plowed through it with barely a pause, slamming against the back of her inner sanctum. Abby’s moan rose to a scream of pleasure, the impact setting off an explosion of sensation that ripped through her, driving the last of the air from her lungs.
Friday, February 9, 2018
Happy Birthday: Ch. 5
[pre-story]Shhh, nobody tell patreon.
But seriously, considering some of the other writers I follow have been posting 'family-oriented' stuff without issue, I think it's reasonably safe to continue this story. Which is good, because I've already got ch. 6 done, so you shouldn't have to wait long for more! Anyways, I hope you enjoy!
As always, if you like my stories, [redacted][/pre-story]
Happy Birthday Ch. 5
Abby and Betty shared a quick glance and a playful grin, the redheaded sisters thinking alike without needing to say a word. Together they lunged for John hungrily, the two triplets dropping to all fours on the bed as they threw themselves at the half-yard of steel-hard cock jutting from his hips. Cherry moaned softly from below, weakly continuing to rub the massive load of creamy cum John had plastered her with into her massive, freckled tits, the basketball-sized melons soon glistening with his sticky seed. Her younger sister chewed her lip enviously as she watched from the doorframe, one hand having slipped into her fluffy pink pajama bottoms, the movement of her knuckles visible through the fabric. Meanwhile her elder sisters opened their mouths, extended their tongues, and looked up at John with playfully-gleaming emerald eyes as they pressed their tongues together, side by side, and flattened them against his looming monolithic member. Holding his gaze, the sisters slid up his shaft together, gathering up the stream of thick spunk that drooled down along his bulging cum-channel between them, his pearly cream pooling on their tongues as they climbed his length, until they reached the swollen, gleaming cockhead. They didn’t let a single drop escape as they leaned in, sealing their plush pink lips together over his gleaming crown, their tongues rolling wildly in their mouths as they savored his musky flavor, wet, pink muscles flicking over the smooth surface of his crown as they did.
But seriously, considering some of the other writers I follow have been posting 'family-oriented' stuff without issue, I think it's reasonably safe to continue this story. Which is good, because I've already got ch. 6 done, so you shouldn't have to wait long for more! Anyways, I hope you enjoy!
As always, if you like my stories, [redacted][/pre-story]
Happy Birthday Ch. 5
Abby and Betty shared a quick glance and a playful grin, the redheaded sisters thinking alike without needing to say a word. Together they lunged for John hungrily, the two triplets dropping to all fours on the bed as they threw themselves at the half-yard of steel-hard cock jutting from his hips. Cherry moaned softly from below, weakly continuing to rub the massive load of creamy cum John had plastered her with into her massive, freckled tits, the basketball-sized melons soon glistening with his sticky seed. Her younger sister chewed her lip enviously as she watched from the doorframe, one hand having slipped into her fluffy pink pajama bottoms, the movement of her knuckles visible through the fabric. Meanwhile her elder sisters opened their mouths, extended their tongues, and looked up at John with playfully-gleaming emerald eyes as they pressed their tongues together, side by side, and flattened them against his looming monolithic member. Holding his gaze, the sisters slid up his shaft together, gathering up the stream of thick spunk that drooled down along his bulging cum-channel between them, his pearly cream pooling on their tongues as they climbed his length, until they reached the swollen, gleaming cockhead. They didn’t let a single drop escape as they leaned in, sealing their plush pink lips together over his gleaming crown, their tongues rolling wildly in their mouths as they savored his musky flavor, wet, pink muscles flicking over the smooth surface of his crown as they did.
Sunday, February 4, 2018
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.
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.
Wednesday, March 1, 2017
Happy Birthday Ch. 3
[pre-story]It. Is. Done! This one nearly killed me. I bit off WAY more than I could chew, as usual, and between writer's block and getting sick, it just... it took forever. I ended up breaking the scenes we had planned for this one into two distinct chapters. Ultimately, it's probably better for it, and the decision let me avoid both stressing myself into an early grave and keeping you all waiting another month.
Anyways, enjoy! If you like what you see, [redacted][/pre-story]
Christina’s Turn
John barely had time to yank up his dress shirt and cinch his belt tight, pinning his monstrous, throbbing member against his rugged abs, the flared crown pulsing just short of reaching his powerful pecs, then yank his shirt down again, just in time to conceal the fearsome weapon as he was half-pushed-half-dragged through the ballroom doors and into the parking lot. The night air was cool and quiet, and the ballroom was far enough away from the street to avoid wandering eyes, but still, adding another charge of indecent exposure to his record would rather effectively spoil the celebration. The ABCs whined impatiently, two tugging at his arms while the third pushed him forward from behind, the identical, incorrigible redheaded triplets eager to start a night with their favorite cousin. He probably could have planted his feet, stopped himself, and taken the time to properly conceal his monolithic cock, but three sets of big, round, emerald-green puppy-dog eyes and big, round, freckle-dusted basketball-sized tits, half-bursting out of tight, backless emerald gowns, were very persuasive. Together, the triplets guided their studly cousin across the parking lot, toward a big green SUV sitting on the asphalt.
John heard the hurried clacking of heels on pavement behind him and twisted in the triplets’ grip, catching sight of Aunt Christina rushing to catch up. The mature, copper-haired beauty was elegant as always, somehow managing to make her rushed pace look smooth and graceful, purposeful and controlled as a queen striding through her court. That is, if you ignored the way her titanic tits shook and wobbled with each stride, her diamond-hard nipples threatening to come bouncing out of her emerald dress with every step. And the way her thighs and fingers glistened, slick with her own womanly nectar. And the way her knees trembled just the tiniest bit as nearly a half-gallon of her nephew’s thick, creamy cum sloshed in her belly.
Anyways, enjoy! If you like what you see, [redacted][/pre-story]
Christina’s Turn
John barely had time to yank up his dress shirt and cinch his belt tight, pinning his monstrous, throbbing member against his rugged abs, the flared crown pulsing just short of reaching his powerful pecs, then yank his shirt down again, just in time to conceal the fearsome weapon as he was half-pushed-half-dragged through the ballroom doors and into the parking lot. The night air was cool and quiet, and the ballroom was far enough away from the street to avoid wandering eyes, but still, adding another charge of indecent exposure to his record would rather effectively spoil the celebration. The ABCs whined impatiently, two tugging at his arms while the third pushed him forward from behind, the identical, incorrigible redheaded triplets eager to start a night with their favorite cousin. He probably could have planted his feet, stopped himself, and taken the time to properly conceal his monolithic cock, but three sets of big, round, emerald-green puppy-dog eyes and big, round, freckle-dusted basketball-sized tits, half-bursting out of tight, backless emerald gowns, were very persuasive. Together, the triplets guided their studly cousin across the parking lot, toward a big green SUV sitting on the asphalt.
John heard the hurried clacking of heels on pavement behind him and twisted in the triplets’ grip, catching sight of Aunt Christina rushing to catch up. The mature, copper-haired beauty was elegant as always, somehow managing to make her rushed pace look smooth and graceful, purposeful and controlled as a queen striding through her court. That is, if you ignored the way her titanic tits shook and wobbled with each stride, her diamond-hard nipples threatening to come bouncing out of her emerald dress with every step. And the way her thighs and fingers glistened, slick with her own womanly nectar. And the way her knees trembled just the tiniest bit as nearly a half-gallon of her nephew’s thick, creamy cum sloshed in her belly.
Monday, October 3, 2016
Musing: Tatsu's Present
[pre-story]A belated birthday present for Ryu112. As always, remember, if you like what you see [redacted][/pre-story]
Tatsu's Present
“~MUUUHHH!”
The draenei’s sweet voice was ragged and heavily muffled, her fangs sinking into the cherry red ball gag firmly wedged between her jaws as she cried out with yet another mind-shattering climax. Her soft lavender skin was glistening with a sheen of sweat, the color a stark contrast to the glossy red ribbons artfully wound over her nubile body, binding her arms behind her back as she writhed with ecstasy. Deep purple nipples, hard as diamonds, capped a pair of full, shapely breasts, the stiff peaks tracing crazy patterns in the air as her mounds bounced and jiggled each time her lover thrust into her once more. Her long, silky, snowy white hair, once neatly styled and coiffed, loosely tied back with a delicate bow, was now a mess, loose strands clinging to her cheeks, the pristine bow crumpled in the iron grip of her lover, used as crude reigns to hold her head and chest up off the cold, hard ground as he ravaged her from behind. Each savage thrust of his hips made her entire body jolt, forcing a new muffled cry from her throat as her flat stomach warped around the impossibly massive intruder.
Tatsu's Present
“~MUUUHHH!”
The draenei’s sweet voice was ragged and heavily muffled, her fangs sinking into the cherry red ball gag firmly wedged between her jaws as she cried out with yet another mind-shattering climax. Her soft lavender skin was glistening with a sheen of sweat, the color a stark contrast to the glossy red ribbons artfully wound over her nubile body, binding her arms behind her back as she writhed with ecstasy. Deep purple nipples, hard as diamonds, capped a pair of full, shapely breasts, the stiff peaks tracing crazy patterns in the air as her mounds bounced and jiggled each time her lover thrust into her once more. Her long, silky, snowy white hair, once neatly styled and coiffed, loosely tied back with a delicate bow, was now a mess, loose strands clinging to her cheeks, the pristine bow crumpled in the iron grip of her lover, used as crude reigns to hold her head and chest up off the cold, hard ground as he ravaged her from behind. Each savage thrust of his hips made her entire body jolt, forcing a new muffled cry from her throat as her flat stomach warped around the impossibly massive intruder.
Tuesday, July 26, 2016
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]
[redacted]
Anyways, read on and enjoy!
Content warnings: ball worship, excessive cum, cum-play.[/pre-story]
Thursday, June 2, 2016
Musing- The Last of the Giants
[pre-story]The last giant and his beautiful lover find a moment of tenderness in a cave while on the run. [redacted][/pre-story]
The Last of the Giants
Asha stared into the dancing flames of the campfire like they would give her an answer, hugging her knees to her chest as she sat on the stack of furs and leaves that served as a bed. Orange firelight gleamed the cave walls and her ebony skin, the flickering light casting shadows on her face. Back in the village, she’d been praised for her beauty, for her smooth skin, her soft features, her wide hips, her toned waist, and her full breasts, each shapely mound the size of a ripe melon. When she’d come of age, men had come from distant cities, offering her father herds of goats, bushels of grains, fine pottery, luxurious furs, and even spears of iron in exchange for her hand in marriage. Even now, that beauty was still clear, even if her short, curly black hair wasn’t quite as neatly trimmed as it once was, even if she was covered in dirt and scratches, even if her clothes were ragged, even if her eyes were red with smoke and tears.
The Last of the Giants
Asha stared into the dancing flames of the campfire like they would give her an answer, hugging her knees to her chest as she sat on the stack of furs and leaves that served as a bed. Orange firelight gleamed the cave walls and her ebony skin, the flickering light casting shadows on her face. Back in the village, she’d been praised for her beauty, for her smooth skin, her soft features, her wide hips, her toned waist, and her full breasts, each shapely mound the size of a ripe melon. When she’d come of age, men had come from distant cities, offering her father herds of goats, bushels of grains, fine pottery, luxurious furs, and even spears of iron in exchange for her hand in marriage. Even now, that beauty was still clear, even if her short, curly black hair wasn’t quite as neatly trimmed as it once was, even if she was covered in dirt and scratches, even if her clothes were ragged, even if her eyes were red with smoke and tears.
Saturday, June 27, 2015
The Gladiators: Ch. 1
[Pre-story bit]
Greetings, my faithful readers!
This is the first chapter of my third commission, courtesy of another commissioner who prefers to remain anonymous. I hope you all enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it! This is the very tip of a very large, very impressive iceberg, and hopefully you’ll enjoy building up to the spectacular climax of this tale as it continues.
[redacted]
Content Warnings: Unrealistic anatomy, Muscle, Incest
[/pre-story bit]
The Beginning
The Fates’ designs are never clear to those woven into their tapestry. With each mortal and immortal birth, Nona spins the thread of fate, Decima measures it carefully, and Morta cuts its end. Together, the fates weave each thread into their loom, crossing and twisting and interweaving each strand with countless others, forming the great and glorious tapestry of destiny. But just as one cannot see the full glory of Roma while standing in the Flavium, no single thread can see the course their thread weaves through destiny. But, seen or unseen, the course of one’s fate is undeniable. See two threads, bound tight together since first they were spun, unable to know nor deny the fates’ designs, as they continue blindly towards a fateful crossing of strands.
Greetings, my faithful readers!
This is the first chapter of my third commission, courtesy of another commissioner who prefers to remain anonymous. I hope you all enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it! This is the very tip of a very large, very impressive iceberg, and hopefully you’ll enjoy building up to the spectacular climax of this tale as it continues.
[redacted]
Content Warnings: Unrealistic anatomy, Muscle, Incest
[/pre-story bit]
The Beginning
The Fates’ designs are never clear to those woven into their tapestry. With each mortal and immortal birth, Nona spins the thread of fate, Decima measures it carefully, and Morta cuts its end. Together, the fates weave each thread into their loom, crossing and twisting and interweaving each strand with countless others, forming the great and glorious tapestry of destiny. But just as one cannot see the full glory of Roma while standing in the Flavium, no single thread can see the course their thread weaves through destiny. But, seen or unseen, the course of one’s fate is undeniable. See two threads, bound tight together since first they were spun, unable to know nor deny the fates’ designs, as they continue blindly towards a fateful crossing of strands.
Monday, May 18, 2015
By the Horns: Ch. 1
Chapter 1: A New Quest
[Pre-Story Bit]
I’m gonna keep this bit short and sweet this time. This story is one of three possible big, multi-chapter stories that are in the running to become my main project after I finish Daddy’s Home, and in gratitude to my faithful readers, I’m giving my fans control over its course! [redacted]
Content warnings: Huge cock, impregnation, minor cumflation, furry (kinda), magic, rough sex, and monologuing.
[/Pre-Story Bit]
Enormous, titan-bronze double doors loomed in the archway, some thirty feet high and ancient beyond understanding, the perfectly smooth surface free of tarnish or flaw since before the sundering. Ruby-red flames danced in the tall braziers to either side of the looming gateway, shedding no heat but casting the looming archway in a flickering, almost ominous, crimson light. The figure standing before these monolithic doors looked tiny by comparison. From the bottom of his hooves, each as wide as a human’s handspan, to the highest points of his ivory horns, each spike jutting a foot from the sides of his head before hooking up sharply at the ends, the tauren was more than eight feet tall, perhaps nine if he straightened up as much as he could. His broad, square-shouldered frame strained against a crimson silk robe, perhaps a size too small, his thick, powerfully muscled arms pulling the fabric tight around them. His fur was coal-black fur, hardly a shade of variation from head to hoof, even in the mane running back over his hump. His face was rugged, with a short snout and a long black beard gathered into a single thick braid, the loose end tied off around a sturdy golden ring. Perhaps it might even have been handsome were it not for the half-dozen scars that distracted from the features beneath, dark gray lines where no fur would grow, including a long, thin line that split one eyebrow and continued on the cheek below. Beneath his thick brows peered a pair of startlingly brilliant sapphire eyes, made all the more intense by the dark fur around them.
The Thousand Titles of Angra Ba'ahram; Ch. 1
Chaper 1: Angra Ba'ahram
[Pre-Story Bit]
I’m gonna keep this bit short and sweet this time. This story is one of three possible big, multi-chapter stories that are in the running to become my main project after I finish Daddy’s Home, and in gratitude to my faithful readers, I’m giving my fans control over its course! [redacted]
Content warnings: Hyper-scale cocks, size difference, cumflation, magic, rough sex, mind reading, girl-on-girl, Incest (kinda?), and possibly excessive exposition.
[/Pre-Story Bit]
For a human to truly understand the true nature of the multiverse, they must set aside their ignorant self-importance and open their minds to possibilities beyond the scope of their understanding. They must perceive the three dimensions that mortal minds can, and accept the existence of a fourth they cannot. They must open themselves to the aether, the raw magic flowing along the fourth dimension, for once a mind tastes the aether, it can perceive the magic all around them. They must look upon the ever-expanding infinite vastness of their own universe, and humble themselves with the truth that their realm is but a single plane amid infinite others. They must accept that even as their world is but a single grain of sand in the vast desert of their universe, that universe is, itself, but a single pages in a vast tome of realities, a single facet upon a shape beyond mortal comprehension.
[Pre-Story Bit]
I’m gonna keep this bit short and sweet this time. This story is one of three possible big, multi-chapter stories that are in the running to become my main project after I finish Daddy’s Home, and in gratitude to my faithful readers, I’m giving my fans control over its course! [redacted]
Content warnings: Hyper-scale cocks, size difference, cumflation, magic, rough sex, mind reading, girl-on-girl, Incest (kinda?), and possibly excessive exposition.
[/Pre-Story Bit]
For a human to truly understand the true nature of the multiverse, they must set aside their ignorant self-importance and open their minds to possibilities beyond the scope of their understanding. They must perceive the three dimensions that mortal minds can, and accept the existence of a fourth they cannot. They must open themselves to the aether, the raw magic flowing along the fourth dimension, for once a mind tastes the aether, it can perceive the magic all around them. They must look upon the ever-expanding infinite vastness of their own universe, and humble themselves with the truth that their realm is but a single plane amid infinite others. They must accept that even as their world is but a single grain of sand in the vast desert of their universe, that universe is, itself, but a single pages in a vast tome of realities, a single facet upon a shape beyond mortal comprehension.
Tuesday, May 12, 2015
The Thousand Titles of Angra Ba'ahram: Ch. 1 [Preview]
Chapter 1: Angra Ba'ahram [Preview]
[Pre-Story Bit]
I’m gonna keep this bit short and sweet this time. This story is one of three possible big, multi-chapter stories that are in the running to become my main project after I finish Daddy’s Home, and in gratitude to my faithful readers, I’m giving my fans control over its course! [redacted]
Content warnings: Hyper-scale cocks, size difference, cumflation, magic, rough sex, mind reading, girl-on-girl, Incest (kinda?), and possibly excessive exposition.
[/Pre-Story Bit]
[preview]For a human to truly understand the true nature of the multiverse, they must set aside their ignorant self-importance and open their minds to possibilities beyond the scope of their understanding. They must perceive the three dimensions that mortal minds can, and accept the existence of a fourth they cannot. They must open themselves to the aether, the raw magic flowing along the fourth dimension, for once a mind tastes the aether, it can perceive the magic all around them. They must look upon the ever-expanding infinite vastness of their own universe, and humble themselves with the truth that their realm is but a single plane amid infinite others. They must accept that even as their world is but a single grain of sand in the vast desert of their universe, that universe is, itself, but a single pages in a vast tome of realities, a single facet upon a shape beyond mortal comprehension.
[Pre-Story Bit]
I’m gonna keep this bit short and sweet this time. This story is one of three possible big, multi-chapter stories that are in the running to become my main project after I finish Daddy’s Home, and in gratitude to my faithful readers, I’m giving my fans control over its course! [redacted]
Content warnings: Hyper-scale cocks, size difference, cumflation, magic, rough sex, mind reading, girl-on-girl, Incest (kinda?), and possibly excessive exposition.
[/Pre-Story Bit]
[preview]For a human to truly understand the true nature of the multiverse, they must set aside their ignorant self-importance and open their minds to possibilities beyond the scope of their understanding. They must perceive the three dimensions that mortal minds can, and accept the existence of a fourth they cannot. They must open themselves to the aether, the raw magic flowing along the fourth dimension, for once a mind tastes the aether, it can perceive the magic all around them. They must look upon the ever-expanding infinite vastness of their own universe, and humble themselves with the truth that their realm is but a single plane amid infinite others. They must accept that even as their world is but a single grain of sand in the vast desert of their universe, that universe is, itself, but a single pages in a vast tome of realities, a single facet upon a shape beyond mortal comprehension.
By The Horns: Ch. 1 [Preview]
Chapter 1: A New Quest [Preview]
[Pre-Story Bit]
I’m gonna keep this bit short and sweet this time. This story is one of three possible big, multi-chapter stories that are in the running to become my main project after I finish Daddy’s Home, and in gratitude to my faithful readers, I’m giving my fans control over its course! [redacted]
Content warnings: Huge cock, impregnation, cumflation, furry (kinda), magic, rough sex, and monologuing.
[/Pre-Story Bit]
Enormous, titan-bronze double doors loomed in the archway, some thirty feet high and ancient beyond understanding, the perfectly smooth surface free of tarnish or flaw since before the sundering. Ruby-red flames danced in the tall braziers to either side of the looming gateway, shedding no heat but casting the looming archway in a flickering, almost ominous, crimson light. The figure standing before these monolithic doors looked tiny by comparison. From the bottom of his hooves, each as wide as a human’s handspan, to the highest points of his ivory horns, each spike jutting a foot from the sides of his head before hooking up sharply at the ends, the tauren was more than eight feet tall, perhaps nine if he straightened up as much as he could. His broad, square-shouldered frame strained against a crimson silk robe, perhaps a size too small, his thick, powerfully muscled arms pulling the fabric tight around them. His fur was coal-black fur, hardly a shade of variation from head to hoof, even in the mane running back over his hump. His face was rugged, with a short snout and a long black beard gathered into a single thick braid, the loose end tied off around a sturdy golden ring. Perhaps it might even have been handsome were it not for the half-dozen scars that distracted from the features beneath, dark gray lines where no fur would grow, including a long, thin line that split one eyebrow and continued on the cheek below. Beneath his thick brows peered a pair of startlingly brilliant sapphire eyes, made all the more intense by the dark fur around them.
[Pre-Story Bit]
I’m gonna keep this bit short and sweet this time. This story is one of three possible big, multi-chapter stories that are in the running to become my main project after I finish Daddy’s Home, and in gratitude to my faithful readers, I’m giving my fans control over its course! [redacted]
Content warnings: Huge cock, impregnation, cumflation, furry (kinda), magic, rough sex, and monologuing.
[/Pre-Story Bit]
Enormous, titan-bronze double doors loomed in the archway, some thirty feet high and ancient beyond understanding, the perfectly smooth surface free of tarnish or flaw since before the sundering. Ruby-red flames danced in the tall braziers to either side of the looming gateway, shedding no heat but casting the looming archway in a flickering, almost ominous, crimson light. The figure standing before these monolithic doors looked tiny by comparison. From the bottom of his hooves, each as wide as a human’s handspan, to the highest points of his ivory horns, each spike jutting a foot from the sides of his head before hooking up sharply at the ends, the tauren was more than eight feet tall, perhaps nine if he straightened up as much as he could. His broad, square-shouldered frame strained against a crimson silk robe, perhaps a size too small, his thick, powerfully muscled arms pulling the fabric tight around them. His fur was coal-black fur, hardly a shade of variation from head to hoof, even in the mane running back over his hump. His face was rugged, with a short snout and a long black beard gathered into a single thick braid, the loose end tied off around a sturdy golden ring. Perhaps it might even have been handsome were it not for the half-dozen scars that distracted from the features beneath, dark gray lines where no fur would grow, including a long, thin line that split one eyebrow and continued on the cheek below. Beneath his thick brows peered a pair of startlingly brilliant sapphire eyes, made all the more intense by the dark fur around them.
Wednesday, March 25, 2015
Arabian Days
Arabian Days
"Arabian nights~ / Like Arabian days~ / More often than not / Are hotter than hot / In a lot of good ways~!"
[Pre-Story Bit]
Hello, my faithful readers! It is I, Squish, with a new story! If you like what you read, consider supporting me on my patreon!
This one's a little more extreme than most of my stuff, so I'll just throw a little warning out there: Contains yard-long cocks, extreme stomach bulge, cumflation, a bit of gape, rough sex, dirty talk, and magical impregnation.
[/Pre-Story Bit]
“Pretty lady, buy a pot! No finer pots in brass or silver!”
“Sugar dates! Sugar dates and fiiigs~! Sugar dates and pistachioooos~!”
“Would the lady like a necklace? A pretty necklace, for a pretty lady…”
“FRESH FISH! WE CATCH ‘EM, YOU BUY ‘EM!”
Voices washed over one another like the pounding surf, a new voice rising to crash over the listener just as the previous voice faded. Some pleaded and promised, some sang sweetly, some were soft and smooth, others booming and proud. A hot wind carried the voices together, gathering them together into a wordless murmur pierced by the occasional sharp call. A dozen figures roamed lazily through the sun-baked street, male and female alike draped in flowing cloth to keep the worst of the baking sun off them as they go about their business. Colorful canopies of cloth on each of the dozens of stalls offered alluring pools of shadow that promised respite from the afternoon heat, but made one a target of the merchant’s more aggressive sales pitches. Some figures strode calm and unflinching through the bazaar, others darted this way and that with childish wonder, some bore baskets heavy with freshly bought goods, and others haggled passionately over each and every coin.
"Arabian nights~ / Like Arabian days~ / More often than not / Are hotter than hot / In a lot of good ways~!"
[Pre-Story Bit]
Hello, my faithful readers! It is I, Squish, with a new story! If you like what you read, consider supporting me on my patreon!
This one's a little more extreme than most of my stuff, so I'll just throw a little warning out there: Contains yard-long cocks, extreme stomach bulge, cumflation, a bit of gape, rough sex, dirty talk, and magical impregnation.
[/Pre-Story Bit]
“Pretty lady, buy a pot! No finer pots in brass or silver!”
“Sugar dates! Sugar dates and fiiigs~! Sugar dates and pistachioooos~!”
“Would the lady like a necklace? A pretty necklace, for a pretty lady…”
“FRESH FISH! WE CATCH ‘EM, YOU BUY ‘EM!”
Voices washed over one another like the pounding surf, a new voice rising to crash over the listener just as the previous voice faded. Some pleaded and promised, some sang sweetly, some were soft and smooth, others booming and proud. A hot wind carried the voices together, gathering them together into a wordless murmur pierced by the occasional sharp call. A dozen figures roamed lazily through the sun-baked street, male and female alike draped in flowing cloth to keep the worst of the baking sun off them as they go about their business. Colorful canopies of cloth on each of the dozens of stalls offered alluring pools of shadow that promised respite from the afternoon heat, but made one a target of the merchant’s more aggressive sales pitches. Some figures strode calm and unflinching through the bazaar, others darted this way and that with childish wonder, some bore baskets heavy with freshly bought goods, and others haggled passionately over each and every coin.
Wednesday, March 18, 2015
Arabian Days [Preview]
Arabian Days [Preview]
"Arabian nights~ / Like Arabian days~ / More often than not / Are hotter than hot / In a lot of good ways~!"
[Pre-Story Bit]
Hey readers, this here's a preview of a request by good buddy o' mine Ryu112, featuring his OC Tatsu! The full version's gonna go up in a week. [redacted]
This one's a little more extreme than most of my stuff, so I'll just throw a little warning out there: Contains yard-long cocks, extreme stomach bulge, cumflation, a bit of gape, rough sex, dirty talk, and magical impregnation.
[/Pre-Story Bit]
[preview]
“Pretty lady, buy a pot! No finer pots in brass or silver!”
“Sugar dates! Sugar dates and fiiigs~! Sugar dates and pistachioooos~!”
“Would the lady like a necklace? A pretty necklace, for a pretty lady…”
“FRESH FISH! WE CATCH ‘EM, YOU BUY ‘EM!”
Voices washed over one another like the pounding surf, a new voice rising to crash over the listener just as the previous voice faded. Some pleaded and promised, some sang sweetly, some were soft and smooth, others booming and proud. A hot wind carried the voices together, gathering them together into a wordless murmur pierced by the occasional sharp call. A dozen figures roamed lazily through the sun-baked street, male and female alike draped in flowing cloth to keep the worst of the baking sun off them as they go about their business. Colorful canopies of cloth on each of the dozens of stalls offered alluring pools of shadow that promised respite from the afternoon heat, but made one a target of the merchant’s more aggressive sales pitches. Some figures strode calm and unflinching through the bazaar, others darted this way and that with childish wonder, some bore baskets heavy with freshly bought goods, and others haggled passionately over each and every coin.
"Arabian nights~ / Like Arabian days~ / More often than not / Are hotter than hot / In a lot of good ways~!"
Hey readers, this here's a preview of a request by good buddy o' mine Ryu112, featuring his OC Tatsu! The full version's gonna go up in a week. [redacted]
This one's a little more extreme than most of my stuff, so I'll just throw a little warning out there: Contains yard-long cocks, extreme stomach bulge, cumflation, a bit of gape, rough sex, dirty talk, and magical impregnation.
[/Pre-Story Bit]
[preview]
“Pretty lady, buy a pot! No finer pots in brass or silver!”
“Sugar dates! Sugar dates and fiiigs~! Sugar dates and pistachioooos~!”
“Would the lady like a necklace? A pretty necklace, for a pretty lady…”
“FRESH FISH! WE CATCH ‘EM, YOU BUY ‘EM!”
Voices washed over one another like the pounding surf, a new voice rising to crash over the listener just as the previous voice faded. Some pleaded and promised, some sang sweetly, some were soft and smooth, others booming and proud. A hot wind carried the voices together, gathering them together into a wordless murmur pierced by the occasional sharp call. A dozen figures roamed lazily through the sun-baked street, male and female alike draped in flowing cloth to keep the worst of the baking sun off them as they go about their business. Colorful canopies of cloth on each of the dozens of stalls offered alluring pools of shadow that promised respite from the afternoon heat, but made one a target of the merchant’s more aggressive sales pitches. Some figures strode calm and unflinching through the bazaar, others darted this way and that with childish wonder, some bore baskets heavy with freshly bought goods, and others haggled passionately over each and every coin.
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