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Laying the Dragon

This story chains off the previous one, Mind-Altered Masturbation! You don’t need to read it if you don’t want to. Suffice to say, my self-insert of a minotaur gets a little bit mental reprogrammed to lust after a specific dragon-girl! The rest is history!

(Linera comes from Gedan)

By: Fenoxo
Tags: M/F, Mind Control, Mental Programming, Hyper, Breeding, Dragon-girl, Minotaur, Cum Inflation, and More!
V1.0: Basic edit pass done.

Fen snagged the gravcuffs in one hand and thrusted. The force alone was sufficient to lift Linera off the ground and produce the distinct outline of his bulging, over-swollen cock in her once taut midsection. Lust and anger swirled together as he pounded away at her sopping, draconic cunt, his every stroke producing gushes of mixed pre and pussy-juice.

She had dared to fuck with his head! Her devilishly clever code seized control of his cybernetics, turned his psionic powers around on him, and filled his mind with nothing but desire and affection for the curvaceous dragon-girl. This was all her fault! She’s the one that made his cock ache incessantly at the thought of her pussy! She’s the one who’s lingering programming had compelled him to track her down across entire star systems. Three days attempting to untangle his brain wasn’t enough to shake the desire to sink hilt-deep in dragon-pussy from his psyche, but it was enough long for him to seize control of it and make it his own.

Just like Linera.


[Story] Mind-Altered Masturbation

Here’s a little story I put together to go with a commission I got (and also set up another story to go with another piece of art of my dude I’ve got waiting in the hopper). It’s mostly focused on male minotaur-noxo getting his cyberware hacked to mess with his head and make a fap session even lewder. If that’s not your jam, don’t click to read more!

Art by JayEcho

By: Fenoxo
Tags: TiTS, Minotaur, Masturbation, Solo Male, Mind Control, Mild Body Modification, Exhibitionism, Big ol’ Horsecock, Fen’s OC
V1.0: Basic edit pass done.

Fenoxo sat down on the couch and eyeballed the datachit. On the surface, it looked like any other universal data-store: matte black with a few gleaming electrodes where it could interface with nearly any machine. The bull-man knew the contents inside to be more insidious. He had picked it up from a trusted contact who promised the high-definition memory-store would provide an unforgettable experience: supposedly some next level memory-data that made getting gang-banged by a batch of New Texan bimbos look like a walk in the park.

He had forgotten about it for a few weeks, but now that Derri and Lyko were sound asleep in bed, he decided he might as well give it a try. Fen was still horny.

Reaching up, the shaggy-furred bull-man pressed at the hidden port on the back of his head where his cybernetic ‘horns’ plugged in. He long ago made peace with their presence.  Just because he had no say in having them bolted on didn’t mean he didn’t appreciate the eventual benefits. Big glowing horns were a conversation starter, for one, and psionic amplification was nothing to sneeze at. Since having that bundle of circuitry laced into his brain, he had gained abilities unmodified terrans could only dream of – one of which was the ability to load properly recorded sensory data to relive on a whim.


[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.


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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