Tag: Fiction

[Story] Drunk on Minotaur

This one is a piece I did to go with a recent commission I got. Unfortunately, I totally forget the image had the squirrel-girl with a horse-cock… I might edit in a few paragraphs with that later. Feel free to slam any typos or grammatical issues in my face – I’m still working on editing this one up.

By: Fenoxo
Tags: TiTS, Blowjob, Transformation, Lactation, Mind Control, Futanari, M/F, Cock-Worship, Consent, Big ol’ Horsecock, Hard Fucking, Fen’s OC
V1.1: Gave it an edit pass to clear up some embarrassing typos and add the requisite amount of futa.

Lyko looked at her friends, out on the dance floor, and rolled her eyes, swivelling back to regard her drink – a non-alcoholic cherry bubbler – with a tiny frown. All her life, she had thought herself perfect: from her nicely symmetrical face to her silky-smooth skin to her body’s naturally high metabolism to her class-topping grades; everything added up to indicate that she was destined for greatness, or at the very least, success in her every endeavor. And for a while, that had been true – until her 21st birthday.

The pretty squirrel-girl found out the hard way that she had one long-hidden genetic flaw: an inability to properly process alcohol. A few sips gave her a headache. A glass would earn a splitting migraine. Indulging in a night of drunken merrymaking was impossible for Lyko. She couldn’t take the edge off with the legal intoxicant if she wanted to. There were other options of course: smoking phoscurelle, narcotic patches, or harder stuff, but they were addictive or known to carry certain… negative side effects.

Lyko snorted in disdain. She wasn’t rich enough to get a custom gene-mod, and her particular mutation was too uncommon for a major biotech corp like Xenogen to bother producing a consumer-grade product. She was stuck here, sitting on her bar-stool, sipping at a nothing-drink and watching her three best friends shaking their asses at some handsome-looking college boys on the dance floor: designated pilot for life.

“Hey, are you okay?” The voice was rich, deep, and most surprisingly, sober-sounding.


[Story] Feeding the Cat Some Cream

A while back I had the idea for a proper OC/Fursona/Whateverthefuck who was a psychic minotaur whose horn color reflected whatever powers he was using. The other night I came up with a proper listing of his various psychic powers and started writing a little story to go along with it. 3,500 words later, I have this little piece of hotness to show for it. Now if I can just find me an artist to do art of this character! Anyhow, I hope somebody gets as much enjoyment out of reading it as I did writing it.

By: Fenoxo
Tags: TiTS, Blowjob, Mind Control, Blowjob, M/F, Cock-Worship, Maledom, Fen’s OC


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.


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.


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