Category: Fiction

Stolen Goods

By: HugsAlright
Tags: Fantasy, M/F, Femdom, Monstergirl (Jackal), Monsterboy (Harpy), Non-Consensual

Feren moved cautiously from market stall to market stall, continuously adjusting his cloak to keep the hot desert sun off his skin and the gentle curves of his face. He looked for loose pouches and purses, small trinkets and goods no one would see him take, never staying in one place for long. It would have been another day for the nomadic harpy, but something felt off today, a familiar figure showing up one-too-many times in the vast crowd of the Sa’sesh marketplace.

Cities like Sa’sesh were easy pickings for thieves like Feren: big communities hardly regulated who came or went, and with the war going on, there weren’t many guards to keep watch over the markets or wealthy homes. Sure, he may not have blended in well with the jackal-like suubi that inhabited Sa’sesh, but his svelte frame and wings would always make for easy getaways.

The feather-armed boy had planned on leaving the market soon, and hoped to shake that all-too-familiar feeling of being followed when he left, only to be interrupted by a pull of his cloak.

“Hey!” was the only word Feren could muster as his own purse was torn from his pockets. He quickly twisted around, only to see a suubi girl with her claws around the small burlap sack.

[Story] Hunter’s Quarry

Savin here! Wrote this a few days ago on a whim, and ended up enjoying myself quite a bit. Hope you do too! Art is by the awesome Arbuz for my D&D game. Not quite the amazon featured here, but close enough.

Content Tags: Fantasy, M/F, Femdom, Amazon, Monsterboy (Catboy), Non-Consensual


The blow came out of nowhere, leaving Nevan reeling with the force of impact. He staggered back, foot catching on one of the arm-thick roots criss-crossing across the forest floor, and fell with a scream. Before he could hit the dirt, though, something yanked hard on the front of his hunting jacket, pulling him back from the brink.

The world reeled for a moment before he could catch his bearing, flailing his arms to the side and scrabbling his feet in the loamy soil.

“You scream like a whelp,” a rough woman’s voice laughed, making Nevan snap his head to the side to see first a hand firmly grasping his jacket, and trace it up to a sun-kissed arm rippling with toned muscle. The arm’s owner towered over him by more than two heads’ height, enough to position a pair of heavy breasts in front of his face, just barely contained by a wrap of leather and chain that seemed to strain with every one of the woman’s deep, even breaths. Her face was half-hidden from view by the shadows of the woods and the mane of flame-red hair that fell down around her shoulders in wild, untamed curls; but he could see her smiling, a smug grin that brought images of feral wolves to his mind, closing in on their prey.

“Best be careful, kitten,” she said, voice low like a growl. “Watch your step in these woods.”

[Story] Bull’s Strength

Here’s a short little scene I wrote after a particularly unexpected moment in the ongoing Corruption of Champions D&D game Adjatha’s been running, between a character run by myself and Fenoxo. Poor Gnoll Princess just can’t catch a break!
Tags: D&D, Fantasy, F/M, Lust, Minotaurs, Cowgirls, Milk/Lactation, Hyper, TF

“I want you to help me fulfil a fantasy of mine.”

Hyra had known the svelte, almost effete mini-minotaur in front of her for maybe a month. They’d adventured together, braved the corrupted wastes of Mareth, and found a few intimate moments together too. When they’d returned to the Bizarre Bazaar, Hyra had expected what any good gnollish warrior would after a victorious campaign: good drink, rowdy song, and the company of a submissive little fuck-slut of a male to while away the nights.

Instead, she’d seen her party’s minitaur, Kell, flaunting his wares in the parlour of the Bazaar’s high-class bordello. She only saw him for a moment before a rich-looking woman led him off for the night, but that was enough to put an idea in her mind. An idea that had her running around the Bazaar for the better part of an hour, searching out what she needed to make a reality of the fantasies that had been dominating her mind more and more since she first took up with Kell and his company…

Hyra Nude (Adjatha)It had started with Urta. That damned she-fox had turned the tables when the proud gnoll princess had jumped her on the plains, and force-fed her a vial of Succubus Milk Hyra had been saving for a special femboy back at camp. Her tits had grown as large as melons in the blink of an eye: long enough for Urta to whip out a massive cock from under her uniform and take advantage of the burgeoning new flesh. Hyra had lost her pride, her fur, and her face to the vixen’s punishment. Now she looked like little more than any other dog-girl in the streets, with a smooth human face and a whorish bust that strained her clothes… and they’d become so sensitive that just feeling her black nipples rubbing against the fabric of her clothing was an eternal agony, always keeping her on the unbearable edge of climax.

Then came the traps. Her first day in Kell’s company, she’d been on the run from her gnollish heritage and desperate for a way to make ends meet without the luxury and service of her people. For once, she was outside of her queenly mother’s watchful eye. Hearing the call for mercenaries, she’d joined up without a second thought. But their first foray out had been riddled with traps from a bygone age that changed their bodies the deeper they went into the dungeon. Now, Hyra could barely recognize herself in the mirror: her tits had grown again, now bovine-like H-cups constantly swelling with an unnatural bounty of sweet milk. The throbbing black clit between her legs, the hallmark of a gnoll alpha female, was gone. In its place, a huge and constantly-hard canid cock with a knot as big around as her fist. There was barely anything left of the shapely gnoll princess that had set out for an afternoon’s hunt. In her place was something that, in Hyra’s eyes, looked more like a vagabond cow come down from the mountains.

She should have hated it. Should have rebelled against what her body was becoming against her will.

Fiction Section

Renvra Clothed (Shou)Hey guys! There’s a new Fiction section of the blog here, accessible from the top menu. This will be a place to catalog the various erotic stories and non-game scenes that show up on the blog. One of which is JimThermic’s Dreams of Flight, which I’ve just reuploaded in the post below this one. Check it out, Vanae lovers. There will also be a new short scene by myself up at the end of the week (or you could scope it out on my Patreon~ #Shameless).

There was also a Fall of Eden update which I’ve bumped down a bunch. Sorry, Alder ^_^;

Oh, and for those wondering: I’m still working away at TiTS Spoopy Adventures. Hopefully it’ll be done before Halloween, but the sudden release of Vermintide and Sword Coast Legends has been somewhat distracting…

Absolutely bitchin’ new art of Renvra provided by Shoupup. New favorite bust, 10/10.

[Story] Dreams of Flight

Vanae Maiden - CheshoreAnother repost from the old forum: Dreams of Flight, by resident Vanae wrangler JimThermic.


She was crouching on a tree branch. It creaked noisily beneath her webbed toes, protesting her continued presence.  Hundreds of feet of empty air separated her from the forest floor.  If she fell, it was certain death.

Anye searched for options, singing in a pitch no human ear could hear.  The imperceptible song bounced off everything around her.  When it came back, a perfect three dimensional reflection of her surroundings filled her mind.  Like all vanae, she saw not with sight, but sound.

There was a branch nearby.  It was a little far, but also her only option.  It was also occupied.  There was a shadowy figure sitting on it, and she couldn’t make them out.

“Come to me. All you have to do is leap,” he said.  It was definitely a man – that brash, masculine tone made her heart ache.  But why..?

She looked down – the ground really was nowhere to be heard, which meant it was more than a half mile.  Even though she was vanae, should she fall, her springy feet and webbed fingers would not slow her descent enough.  It would be the end of her.

“… But what if I fall?” she asked.  

“But what if you fly?” he replied.  Again, she felt that dancing in her chest, stealing her breath away.  Who WAS he?  That’s what she wanted to know.

The widening crack in the branch underfoot cut off her train of thought.  She screwed her courage to her sticking place.  Anye knelt into a springing crouch on the treacherous tree limb. Her six fingers nervously gripped at the branch.  

It was a long distance to cover – but she had to try!

“Come, Anye, fly with me!” The mysterious man called, and she leapt, giving herself over to fate.  The vanae girl soared through the air with limbs spread wide, her long tail out behind her. Roaring wind rushed past and under the slight girl, lifting her up like a bird in flight.

In that moment, she was truly flying.  She could hear the branch approaching with the silhouette sitting on it.  Just a little closer and she could grab the branch.  Just a little closer and she’d hear his face…

… But it wasn’t enough. The world pulled her back down, and her slender fingers failed to even graze the branch. With a shrill scream, she plummeted downward into the darkness.

The man, the branch, the sky; all were out of her reach.  Reaching up in vain, her hands grasped only air as she plummeted to the forest floor below.  Even as she fell, she could hear someone calling her name.

“Anye, Anye—“

The Treatment: Chapters 7-8

This concludes all that I’ve written for the treatment. Expect blog content and updates to flow regularly once more starting Monday.

Chapter 7: Potential Solutions

3561 words, dickgirl nurse, blowjob, oral, sex, messy orgasms, lactation, friendship is magic.

The interior of the examination room was cold and spartan. The floor gleamed under the glo-lamps, recently cleaned with some strong-smelling cleanser, and the examination table was barely padded. Cass made a show of climbing onto it, lifting one leg and then the other, sensuously arching her back before twisting up into a sitting position. Old instincts had her come to rest with her knees together, but a nagging itch in her cream-filled slit slowly edged them apart.

Cass placed her hands alongside her and kept her posture, pressing her tits forward for effect while she thought. Everything was coated in a candy sheen of awesome. It was like imperfections just ceased to exist. She didn’t notice the mole just south of the nurse’s ear. She saw good bone structure and the face that the girl could have after a trip to a beauty parlor… or the treatment. Now there was a new idea. The treatment had seemed so bad when she had first took it, but now, she had big, sensitive tits that felt so good to play with. And there was no denying how positively euphoric it left her. What if everyone could feel like this?

[Story] The Treatment, Chapters 4-6

Chapter 4: Bovine Awakening

2400 words, Breast and hip growth, Altered thought processes, Urges…

Cass awakened with her head feeling fuzzier than the time she drank a whole bottle of devarian wine, only this time without the pounding headache. In its place was a feeling of warmth and… rightness. It was the only way to describe the emotion, really. A wide smile spread across her face as she stretched while a new sensation rapidly made itself known to her. There was a weight on her chest, though it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was pleasant, in its own way, like having someone on top of you, snuggling.

Sitting up, the kaithrit blinked open her muzzy eyes and looked down. She had tits! There was a pair of bouncy boobs sitting right on her chest, and they were hers! Cass hugged them tightly to herself and giggled in delight. She hadn’t felt this wonderful since she first laid eyes on her ship! No, this was better! Boobs were way better than any rusty old junk-bucket. They couldn’t have been much bigger than B-cups, maybe C-cups if she was lucky. Cass hadn’t shopped for bras in so long that it was hard to judge, though she supposed she would get to catch up on it once she landed.

[Story] The Treatment, Chapters 1-3

Gurgles_Treatment_Final_LRYou guys were due for a reposting of this story. Here’s the first three chapters to get you started. It tells the story of Cass, a kaithrit, who takes the Treatment on a whim and struggles to manage her deicision. I’ll post the next three tomorrow.

Chapter 1: A Sample Treatment

1900 words, Pheromones, F Masturbation, Exposition

Cass fussed with the medipen in her hand. She had gotten it when she made planetfall, almost three hours ago. It was an innocuous little thing, not even as thick as her pinky finger and nowhere near as long as the inoculation cocktails she had to take before traveling to this system. Even the warning labels were smaller; there was just a single holocode printed on the side. Sure, she could scan it in with her wrist band’s ocular recording system and pull up the real warnings on the extranet, but it seemed so much more benign this way.

[STORY COLLECTION] Random Short Stories

Okay, so, Fen asked me to re-post all of my stories from the old blog on the new blog! For those of you who haven’t seen some or all of them before, prepare for the smut dump of the ages.

You can find most if not all of my stories on my Patreon (they get ’em first!), or on FurAffinity (they get ’em last)!

So this post is just going to be a catch-all for a couple of D&D stories I’ve done up over the last year or two! Do You Want to See a Magic Trick is about Claire and Rask, a pair of characters played by myself and Fen, have a very interesting open relationship… fueled by mind control. The second, coping mechanism, is about Atsara from Sinarra’s D&D game, coming to terms with living in a world where sex is a weapon. The last was my very first D&D smut, wherein my noble maiden Selene found herself entranced by a prince and and awesome cock. It’s rough.

You can watch some of these sexy D&D shenanigans, including a new CoC D&D campaign run by Scylla’s author Adjatha, on my YouTube channel!

[Story] Talon Rogue

Okay, so, Fen asked me to re-post all of my stories from the old blog on the new blog! For those of you who haven’t seen some or all of them before, prepare for the smut dump of the ages.

You can find most if not all of my stories on my Patreon (they get ’em first!), or on FurAffinity (they get ’em last)!

Tags: TiTS, SciFi, Shemale, Futa, Futa x Shemale, Horsecock, Anal
The first TiTS work published, this short story stars Captain Kaede Entara, a fledgling cargo pilot who gets herself caught up between the Black Void and legendary pirate Kiro Tamahime. Light on the smut at only one sex scene, this one’s more about world building and plot.

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