He stroked her back as cars splashed past the alley where they both stood. She looked at him with a drunken smile and her hands against the wall of the club. They’d danced and drank and she whispered to him with her hand on his cock until he led her outside.
“Gonna take me home?” she asked as he leaned into her, kissing the rain from her shoulders.
“No,” he told her while he ran his hands along her body, squeezing her breast and slipping fingers down the shorts she wore.
“Hey,” she laughed, pushing gently back against him. …
From my Patreon! But also from my Discord. One of the batch of stories I put together for people that are active on my Discord server.
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1. The CYOA continues – we’re at part four now!
2. I have about 13 or 14 stories posted on the Patreon but nowhere else. I have a lot of dog girl stories, a lesbian donkey TF, a fox TF and more! Including The Gift chapter 2 and OFFICE BITCH CHAPTER 3!!
3. I ask for polls and feedback and sometimes your input directs my writing.
This story is a commission. The rough scenario (man to bird and singing on stage) is from the commissioner but I built a world around it to place it in. The universe it’s set in is mine.
A young man unwillingly changes in front of a crowd as he sings.
– My first bird TF!
The bar fell into a hush when she walked in. Conversations stopped in a wave around the entrance, rippling out until the entire place was silent. Kanye blared from the digital jukebox but you could hear a pin drop.
If she blushed, you couldn’t tell; her cheeks were hidden behind deep black fur. …
Tiffany stared at the ceiling through red-rimmed eyes. Every so often, she sniffled and sighed, rolling from her left side to her right side, back and forth. A thick nondescript gray blanket hung off the edge of her hard cot. She’d used it briefly during the night until she couldn’t stand the way it scratched against her bare arms. Instead, she lay in a small ball, hands gripping her arms tightly. Gray pre-dawn light filtered through the small window overhead.
Time seemed to stop for her; she couldn’t tell how long she’d been in the tiny room. She’d screamed and cried and cursed until her throat was raw. …
Part 2 of 2. The woman’s changes continue as her mind slips further away and strong urges take their place.
Julia sat hunched at her desk. She was rocking back and forth slightly, her hips and ass flexing as she arched her spine slightly. The smell of the man from earlier wouldn’t seem to leave her.
The young woman panted lightly in her chair, lips occasionally pulling back to reveal slight fangs. She held the edge of her desk and rocked, pushing her ass back instinctively. She felt hot and hungry and her entire body ached. She’d been attracted to boys before and had even occasionally, shamefully wondered what sex was like. …
So, there’s an artist I like on DeviantArt – wwbot (http://wwbot.deviantart.com/). Yesterday he made a piece of art that I liked quite a lot: http://www.deviantart.com/art/Shifting-427194669. Today I apparently decided to write a story around it. I meant to create just a little scene description for him to put under the image but I guess I can’t write short things well. So, here’s a story for it. “Shifting.”
“That’ll be $31.23. Cash or card?” The cashier asked.
“Oh, gosh, card. Debit card.” The young woman answered. Around her, customers browsed and laughed and made lewd comments to each other while holding up various outfits. …
Set against the backdrop of 1873, a young man learns the dangers of asking for your hearts desires. For some forces and dark and enjoy the folly that follows such requests. The young man’s wish comes with a heavy price that not only he must pay.
A single bead of sweat crept from beneath the band of Little Joe’s hat, burrowing through caked-on dirt until it worked itself down into a muddy afterthought. The young man rubbed the back of his grimy hand against his cheek, smearing the streak and wiping away bits of dry earth. He squinted up at the sun while he pushed the heavy plough behind the family’s old, tired draft horse. …
Sooo… apparently bestiality is a no-no on Literotica. I’ve modified the story to mostly remove that part and hopefully it still makes sense. If anyone cares to read it, I’m also included the modified chapter here.
May 23rd, 2057 11:24 am PST
Like a spy cloaked against its enemies, three small spiked shapes danced unnoticed by the neighboring cells floating in the culture dish. Dimmed light from the monitor lit Dr. Campbell’s face while he watched the movement of the magnified sample. Computers hummed in the darkened room, providing power to the algorithms that automatically tracked and recorded the specimens.
Lily stood from the couch and looked around the little room. She listened to the faint howl of the wind outside the house while she ordered her thoughts. The small tree near her front window clawed the glass in slow patterns, sounding all the world like a ship groaning in high winds. The living room lights flickered and Lily frowned in consternation. Now, she thought. What do I need to do? Makeup? Something nice to wear? Neither thought filled her with excitement but she made her way to her bedroom to find what she could.
Every footstep and creak in the house sounded amplified as the growing storm muffled the outside world. …