Pronouns: She/Her
Furry
This Story contains substantial sexuality, transformation, and implied mind control. I would say that this is inspired by Anti-Oedipus but it’s more concurrent with a reading of it. The fox was just sitting there, about ten feet away from the sidewalk that followed a road along a grassy stretch
dubcon
This story contains (dubiously consensual) forceful gender/species transformation. We hope that you enjoy it I was to see the future of the world and the world threw itself apart rather than subject itself to my gaze. I stepped from block to block to block, never the distance seemed to
butchery
Contains: Cannibalism, butchery, torture, self harm, as a metaphor for deriving sustenance through the deconstruction of one’s own past, transformation. She tells me we are stuck here when I wake up, it smells like salt and forest. She looks so real in front of fog that is behind her.
lesbian
Contains consensual non-con. Suiting, “possession”, transformation, medical misconduct, medical roleplay His costume had just come. It was a special product from a special place, very, very realistic fur, an articulated jaw made it easy and realistic to speak and a tail armature that his suit maker claimed would sway realistically.
Furry
My wings ache and my back still feels weird. My wife grabs a breast and fondles me, I stiffen between my legs and she bats at it the way that kitties tend to. I feel a heat between my legs and dizzy warm half-dreams of being taken swim through my
lesbian
I thought I was chasing you. When I saw you for the first time, your dark brown hair in the golden light, the softness of your smile and the brightness in your eyes, I knew I had to have you. I was hungry after all. I chased you around until
Furry
His room is made of wood, ancient stuff. Dark, half-stained by hands and oil, and the occasional splashes of the reagents he uses, and the splashes of hundreds before him. The service staff left something for him in the alcove near the door. His robe is pressed and clean. It
Furry
I was meeting with a girl I had just met. She’s dark and mysterious, and very tall. Her dark brown hair cascades over her shoulders, bright violet eyes shining out from under her bangs. She wears contacts to achieve that. She had collared me, recognizing my interest in pet-play
lesbian
There is a place in the sky where waves rip below a seething sky, blue by a diminishing fraction of oxygen. Heating and heating, a radiant bath for what was previously such a temperate place. But that wasn’t something it looked at. It doesn’t need to. It carves
Furry
I could feel my teeth setting in, but I couldn’t sate myself around her. Her thick black hair fell over her head in such wonderful sheen. I feel my mouth drooling, longing to taste her again, feeling a bit wet, but that would have to wait. She smiled at
Furry
Contains: 2nd person erotica, bad semi-philosophical rambling, pointlessly colorful writing, non consensual furry transformation and sex, transgender bullshit There is a difference between distances. The color of the stretched out cairn, as you recede faster than you might’ve ever thought possible. Everything stretching out, growing etiolated as relative wavelength
hrt
Shi scratches hir face, frowning as hir hand runs across the still too human contours of hir jaw. Shi looks at hir hands and rubs them, sore. Everything was coming up fine, according to hir doctors. Things proceeding slightly quickly, not outside the error bars of the average range though.