Furry on Gromet's Plaza Archive

Hallow's End

Sat, 19 Apr 2025 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1: A Wrong Turn

Tommy let out a long sign. “Of course it’s starting to rain,” he thought. He wouldn’t normally be walking home from work, but his car was in the shop and his work wasn’t far from home. At least it wasn’t far when driving. Walking, however, was a completely different matter. It had taken him just over an hour to walk to work and now he was only twenty minutes from work with rain setting in.

Furrious Mistake

Fri, 01 Jan 2021 00:00:00 +0000

Derrick the wolf thought he was being clever sneaking into the maid’s room at the hotel thinking he could have some fun with the robot maids. However when he entered the room none of them were in there, it seemed as if they were all busy doing their tasks for the day. Sighing he looked around perhaps it wouldn’t be a total loss if he could find some panties or something. Disappointed when he opened the clothing cupboard only to find it empty. Turning around he almost tripped on the bin knocking it over. A Maid’s control collar rolled out looking a little beaten up but still in one piece. Tilting his head he picked it up tidying the bin up so as to not leave evidence he was here before taking the collar and slipping out of the room.

Email from Betsy

Wed, 18 Nov 2020 00:00:00 +0000

David, an eighteen year old high school senior, was on winter vacation. He had been working hard to finish the semester with passing grades and was more than ready for the two week break.

Per his parents’ suggestion, David spent the first day of his break relaxing while he filled out applications for various jobs.

He spent a long time searching the internet for online applications and filling out whatever he could find in his area. One job in particular looked of interest to him. The ad read “MALE UNDERWEAR MODEL NEEDED URGENTLY.” The curious teen imagined himself posing in front of a camera wearing a sexy pair of boxers. He would slip his thumbs into the sides like male models did, pushing the front of the shorts down just low enough that it hinted at his crotch without exposing anything below. He imagined himself in the sexy pose and a smile slowly spread across his face.

Animal Cafe

Wed, 14 Oct 2020 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 11 - Dreaming of Pets

“Mmm?”

“Clara… Wake up!”

“…Vix?”

“Yes… You have to wake up! I want to cuddle with you!”

In front of me was Vix, the cute rubbery red fox. How did this happen? I went to see her at her house because she was sick… but she was only wearing a cute animal pajama when I joined her on the bed. How come she was wearing her pet costume now? Was I asleep for that long?

Animal Cafe

Wed, 07 Oct 2020 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 10 - Limitless Pets

“Now, Oreo, you climb on top of them! You can do it!”

At the bottom of the pyramid, there was Asha, Meeka, and Accalia, on their knees and paws. On top of them were Misti and Trixi, trying to keep their balance. And Oreo was now climbing to the top for the third time, and, hopefully, she wouldn’t make everybody fall again.

“Oreo… Don’t put your foot on Accalia’s head… Nooo!”

Animal Cafe

Sat, 26 Sep 2020 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 9 - A Multitude Of Pets

“Asha! I’m super tired… You must let me sleep!”

It was 2 am already. Vix was deep asleep next to me on my bed, but Asha just wouldn’t leave me alone. She was still on a high since the movie night and the unexpected sleepover at my place, but I needed to get some sleep as I was working tomorrow. The snow leopard wouldn’t stop cuddling me, and I didn’t know what to do anymore.

Animal Cafe

Sat, 12 Sep 2020 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 8 - An Ocean of Pets

It was the middle of the night, and I couldn’t sleep. She was so warm.

Her silky skin pressing against mine was something I had never experienced before. She was so peaceful that I was even wondering if she was still breathing. Her mouth was so close to my neck, and she even drooled on me a little.

Never in a thousand years, I could have expected this… Going back home with a pet girl who was not hiding her true self within the confine of a cute animal costume. Trixie, the white rabbit, was my friend. But… Who was she to me as a human girl?

Animal Cafe

Tue, 08 Sep 2020 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 7 - And There Were Pets

“Would you get off Trixie, please! She can’t breathe!”

I was indeed stuck on my back with all the pet girls piled up on top of me, much enjoying the fact that I turned into a temporary white rabbit. Lucy just called me Trixie too, probably out of habit… or not. The real Trixie was not working today, but the living costume made it hard to believe.

Animal Cafe

Sat, 05 Sep 2020 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 6 - A Universe Of Pets

She was beautiful.

My shy finger traced the shape of her black spots, standing out on her white latex skin as she was sleeping. Apparently, Asha, the small snow leopard, liked sleeping a lot.

After our shower incident last night, we cuddled ourselves to sleep without having sex. It was not so evident for me to determine when was a good time or not for this type of extra play with the pets.

Animal Cafe

Sat, 29 Aug 2020 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 5 - My Lovely Pets

“Thank you!”

Wow… That came out well for once. I just ordered a smoothie from the kiosk at the mall, and when they handed it over to me, I didn’t hesitate or think; the words flew out of my mouth flawlessly. Regularly talking to the pet girls was making a big difference. Saying thank you maybe was not a big deal for most people, but to me, it was a small victory.

Animal Cafe

Sat, 29 Aug 2020 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 3 - More Than Pets

When I woke up this morning, I had a cute latex rabbit girl in my arms. Who in the world could have bragged about the same thing? All my apprehensions and fears toward Trixie had been unjustified. Sure, Trixie would probably have loved to have more than I had to offer last night, but she has been so understanding.

She quickly saw that I was not ready for more than what we had done so far, so instead of pressuring me, she found a way to make me happy in a different way. We read a book together, and then we cuddled ourselves to sleep. This experience with Trixie awakened something inside me that I had not felt very often.

Animal Cafe

Sat, 29 Aug 2020 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 4 - A World Of Pets

“This is all their keys in case you need them. As I said, don’t try to take them out of their suit unless it is absolutely necessary. It would be the best way to make them angry at you.”

“…Yes.”

“So, all their meals are in the fridge, and I labeled each bottle with their names. They each have an extra, just in case.”

Animal Café

Sun, 23 Aug 2020 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 2 - Even more pets

“Hey, Clara! You are back!”

“…”

“Haha, still not very chatty. I’m so happy to see you. I wasn’t sure you would want to come back after what I had done to you the other day.”

Lucy was definitely still friendly, and I was still unable to utter a single word because of my communication disorder. She more than likely knew I had a problem, but she did not act like I was different. Being treated that way was helpful.

Yeti Or Not

Mon, 26 Aug 2019 00:00:00 +0000

Rita stepped out of the trailer gingerly, slowly feeling her way down the short iron steps to the ground. Her costume was difficult to work with, and she wondered as her enlarged, fur-covered feet barely found traction on the steps if this wasn’t the wildest gig she’d ever taken.

An aspiring actress, Rita had been working in Vancouver for several years, determined to have her “big break”. What she’d found were a series of minor roles that catered to her height. At nearly six feet and with an athletic build, Rita was ideal as a college basketball player or Viking warrior. But these were all background roles, non-speaking parts where she was typed as “the tall one” of a group behind the stars. But she did get such parts regularly, to the point where she was getting noticed. Always she hoped that a casting agent who could think outside the box might offer her a role as the quirky neighbor on some cable sitcom, or the evil “heavy” in an episode of some spy drama. Anything to break the ice!

Booked

Sun, 04 Nov 2018 00:00:00 +0000

A cougar gives a mouse shelter from the storm … in her ropes. All animals are human sized. Sorry no Zootopia cleverness here.

***

He almost went off the road.

“Goddamnit!”

The wall of white obscured all but the closest few feet ahead. The winding mountain pass was a nightmare to drive in weather like this. Then Brian had hit the ice. God, his heart was still beating madly. He had to pull over, now. Slowly he crept along until he spotted a small library tucked away in a rocky alcove.

The Bondage Warehouse

Sun, 07 May 2017 00:00:00 +0000

It had been the perfect day for running - The sun was shining, but the air was cool and crisp, if it weren’t for the leaves crunching on the ground, Sallem would’ve spaced out a long time ago. The sun was nearly set now, though she was not afraid of the dark, but really wanted to get home, since running in the dark was dangerous - Potholes, cracks in the ground, and various rubbish as well. She’s a package runner - Not like a post worker, but rather, a drug mule to a certain extent. She never knew what she was carrying, the weight and size varied vastly, but it was always in a very non-descript package, and so thickly layered, that there was no inherent scent. After all these years, she figured it was probably drugs, or something illegal, but never had the guts to open one of the packages - Being the head runner for the pack that took her in off the streets, it simply was too important to not anger them.

The Cargo 6

Sun, 07 May 2017 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from The Cargo 5)_

Cast

Sabina – Ship’s captain. Celes – Ship’s engineer/2nd mate, technical wiz. Leece – Genetic engineer on the move with a strange habit of cloning herself. Carrying a dangerous secret. Amanita – Ship’s AI, under going some strange changes. The Muckabout – Mostly automated freighter captained by Sabina. Frostbite – Genetically engineered war machine, with a few small alterations and one, nasty quirk.

_back to part five

The Basement 2

Sat, 06 May 2017 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from The Basement 1)

Chapter Two Part Six

Sabina stumbled as Shodan’s hands helped her up the stairs. She had really no idea where they were now. Shodan’s hands were gentle, but they had the most interesting habit of straying to sensitive places during their walk.

“Oh wow hon, they left you out on the woods like this all night?” Shodan whispered. “I wish I could untie you, but at least I can help you get cleaned up you are a mess. And I will take your blindfold off when we get to my room.”

Jessicka's New Role

Sat, 18 Jan 2014 00:00:00 +0000

_Author's Note:_An alcoholic and pot-headed Earth-based plague-demoness gets in over her head with a Dominatrix-Anthropomorphic mouse who is surprisingly more equipped with bondage gear and a domineering attitude than the demoness expected. Guess who wins? Chapter 1

A loud buzzing had been going on for nearly ten minutes now, a nude and lightly-tanned, human-looking demoness lay strewn carelessly across a bed made of oily black latex. The sunlight shown brightly inside her room - Reflecting delightfully off of her shiny humanish latex-flesh, and her hoop piercings through each nipple and her clit. Even in the year of 2048, alarm clocks still sucked, and were still as annoying as ever. Sitting up, the demoness slammed her fist down on the alarm - Breaking it, but it hardly seemed to be her main worry as she rubbed her head, there was a distinct jingle coming from her horns!

The Bondage Warehouse

Wed, 01 Jan 2014 00:00:00 +0000

Hostage Corp

Wed, 11 Dec 2013 00:00:00 +0000

“Are you going back to Tom?”

Marci Gotz didn’t answer her older sister at once. She closed her suitcase and applied her thumb to the thumb-locks, sealing it, before saying: “No, I’m not. I’m going to join the Hostage Corp, and neither you nor Tom will ever see me again.”

Jane sputtered. Marci brushed past her sister, suitcase in hand. “Are you nuts?” Jane finally managed when Marci reached the front door of the small rented house. “Tom is infinitely better than one of those blue beasts!”

The Gold Pyramid

Thu, 08 Apr 2010 00:00:00 +0000

Vikki Rubbervixen is copyright her creator and used with permission. *** Vikki’s life came to an end while at work on a Monday. Mere minutes before she was going to die, she was scurrying into a small duct, dragging thick cables with her. “Vikki!” “Yes Diego?” “We’ll need to hurry this up. We got a full mile of these cables to thread through.” “On it,” Vikki called back, wiggling her way through the tight, coffin like enclosure of the duct. Her thick rubber body glove squeaked against the cables already laid down. With only seconds to live, Vikki squirmed onwards, wiping some of the sweat from her forehead, dreading how dirty her white fur was going to be at the end of the day. She was going to need a long, powerful shower with lots of hot water to wash out the gook and gunk. A few floors above her, one of Vikki’s co-workers, on his first day on the job, was busy maneuvering a heavy safe into its new office. Unfortunately, he was still unused to driving forklifts, and didn’t have the experience to safely move heavy items around. It was inevitable that when he came to an abrupt stop, the momentum sent the heavy safe teetering upon its platform, then off and onto the floor. Two tons of steel and iron tore through the floor, crashing into the room below, then crashing through that as well, its progress barely slowed as it continued on. Vikki heard the safe slamming down above her, but she couldn’t figure out what it was. Then the safe hit the duct and went clean through, and the time for thinking was over. There was nothing but darkness. But that inky void only lasted a moment before a light appeared. But none of the panicking workers or supervisors saw it, or were even aware of it. Only Vikki, floating in the air, saw it. For a few moments however, she was too shocked to look at it, focused instead upon the crushed duct, and the safe that had come to a stop two stories below, her crushed body trapped underneath it, cables still clenched tightly in her dead fist. Staring at her body, Vikki was only able to say one thing. “Oh shit.” The shock only lasted a moment though, for then she was suddenly pulled into the light, going through what seemed to be a very long tunnel of light. Curious, she let the pull take her in, watching as she reached the end. The light faded, giving way to what appeared to be a world made of clouds. Looking around, Vikki tried to figure out where she was. Was this real? A hallucination perhaps? A last, desperate move by her brain to conjure a fantasy to make her last moments of existence pleasant? Looking down at herself, Vikki poked her rubbered chest. It moved. She tried pinching herself. It hurt. If this was a hallucination meant to make her happy, including pain would make no sense. The only conclusion she could come to was that this was really happening. This place was no illusion. There was a large gate nearby. Coming closer, Vikki saw that it looked like the tall, pearly gates she saw so often in cartoons and children’s books about an afterlife. It was almost too comical, actually seeing them. Yet, they were more awe inspiring than any book could ever hope to convey, for they towered over her, engraved and embedded with all manner of pearls, gems, and beautiful stones. Yet, Vikki couldn’t help but notice that, from the way the gates were constructed, it seemed that they were built to hold people in, rather then keeping them out. But still, she was curious. Just what was beyond those gates? There was a small desk in front of the gates. A human woman was sitting at it, taking some notes, humming to herself. She didn’t seem to notice Vikki. What was curious is that rather then a white robe, as Vikki would have expected, the woman was wearing glasses, a black leather bodysuit, with a matching trench coat worn over it. “Hello?” Vikki asked curiously. The woman looked up. “Could you please tell me where I am?” “The gates of the afterlife,” the woman said. Vikki noticed that she had a nametag. It read, “Elizabeth”. “Hello Elizabeth… so I take it I died?” Elizabeth nodded. “That would be a good guess. Let me bring up your file.” She turned to a computer and brought up a long list of data, scrolled through it. “Vikki RS1-2050. Died from being accidentally crushed while at work.” Elizabeth looked at the data more closely. “Curious… this says you’re a GELF, a Genetically-Engineered Life Form.” “Yes, I am. Er, was. One of the first, actually.” “Fascinating… I have yet to meet anyone like you before.” Elizabeth thought for a moment, as if caught in a trance. “Intriguing… I must learn more. But come, let us go in.” With a press of a button, the gates swung open. A mist emerged, masking whatever was beyond it. Rising from her desk, Elizabeth walked over, motioning for Vikki to follow. “Come.” Vikki nodded and obediently followed her. Walking into the mist, Vikki was most immediately struck by how thick it was. Even through the rubber suit, she could feel it press against her as she moved through it. “Where are we going?” She asked. “Heaven?” “Not quite.” Elizabeth said. “What do you mean?” “You will see in a moment.” Sure enough, the mist began to clear. It was becoming lighter, as if a powerful light was shining through it. Shortly after, it finally cleared, giving view to a landscape beyond. Vikki had been expecting something divine, fantastic, and beautiful beyond mortal comprehension. Instead, what she saw looked more like a tropical resort. It was a large land, similar to Hawaii, complete with numerous palm trees, lots of flowing grass, and beaches. The sky was overcast, clouds drifting lazily through, rain occasionally falling to the ground below. “Heaven looks a lot like Hawaii.” She said. “I do not know. Like I said, this is not heaven.” “Then what is it?” Vikki asked, curious. “I will explain as we go,” Elizabeth said, starting down a path. “Come.” Vikki wanted to look over this strange land, but she followed. “So what is this place?” “It began over a thousand years ago, by your reckoning of time. I died, and was taken to the gates of Paradise… only to discover that I was not allowed inside.” Elizabeth went slightly pale at the memory. “In addition to my own sins, the powers in charge had grown tired of the human race, with all our evil ways, so they were closing Paradise to the human race forever. Everyone, from that day on, was to head straight to the Inferno, no matter how righteous or evil they had been.” “So what did you do?” “I begged with them, and eventually made an offer. If they didn’t want humanity, I would take them. Give me a realm of my own, I said, and I’ll take humanity. They thought about it, then decided to grant me my request. I was given a realm to call my own, to rule as I see fit. So with that, all humans were entrusted to me. But there was a catch.” “What was it?” “I would be in charge of both punishment and reward for those who arrived. And virtually everyone, no matter how good they are, requires punishment for what they had done in life, from murders to stealing, to telling lies and even hitting each other.” “Even as kids?” “Even as little babes.” Vikki pondered what she had heard. “Seems awfully strict.” “Those were the terms.” Elizabeth said. “Punish humanity for what they have done, then do whatever you want with them afterwards. So I decided to create this place.” They had reached the end of the trail, and were coming up to one of the many groves of trees. They were much like the ones Vikki had seen on Earth. But she was surprised they weren’t more vibrant. “Why aren’t these more colorful?” She asked. “The true beauty of this place is in Paradise,” Elizabeth said. “This island is not meant to be too beautiful. It is meant to be a place of inner reflection.” “Speaking of which, where is everybody?” “Only new arrivals are here… them, and those suffering a light punishment.” “Light?” “My realm is divided into three areas. The island where we are now is what you would call Purgatory. The second Island would be the Inferno. The third Island is Paradise.” “Why did you create this place like that?” “I lived during the era of the Spanish Inquisition,” Elizabeth said. “I modeled this place after my own understanding. Of Purgatory and Paradise, I had to improvise, but the Inferno was all too easy to create.” “What do you mean?” Elizabeth thought for a moment. “I will tell you later. But for now, I must arrange for the latest crossing to the Inferno. There, you will be judged, and receive the appropriate punishments.” “And what are some of those punishments?” Vikki asked nervously. “There are all manner of punishments in this place, too many for me to count, for the human mind can come up with all manner of devilish means. But you will find out some of them soon enough. But while I prepare the boat, you must be restrained, for every individual here wears, at a minimum, a set of arm and leg cuffs, so that they don’t escape.” Reaching into the pockets of her coat, Elizabeth pulled out a set of handcuffs, leg cuffs, and a leather restraint belt. Vikki looked at the restraints, but didn’t object as Elizabeth knelt and clasped the leg cuffs around her ankles, cinching them tightly around her rubber suit. Standing, she took the belt in hand. “Raise your arms.” Elizabeth’s tone was firm. Vikki did so, looking down as the belt was wrapped around her waist and buckled down tightly, the large metal “O” positioned in front for the handcuffs to go through. “Arms down.” Vikki lowered her arms, offering them to Elizabeth, who took her left wrist and locked a cuff around it. “You are surprisingly calm about this.” Elizabeth remarked. “Were you sexually deviant in life?” Vikki blushed, her ears flicking. “Maybe a little.” For the first time, Elizabeth gave a smile. “I think I’ll enjoy meeting your kind here. You seen more interested in getting locked up then everyone else.” Elizabeth moved to put the other cuff on, but Vikki raised her hand. “Actually, could I?” It took a moment for Elizabeth to figure out what Vikki was talking about. She nodded, letting go. Vikki took the cuff and threaded it through the ring, then clasped it around her other wrist, locking it in place. Now restrained, Vikki patiently waited for whatever Elizabeth would order her to do next. It was a conditioned behaviour that had served her well in life and from what she’d heard so far, still applicable. “The process will not take long,” she said. “Until then, you may explore this place as you will. I will return for you when the time is right.” With that, she walked off, leaving Vikki to herself. Turning, Vikki looked around, trying to decide where to go. She eventually decided to head for the beach, to see what lay along the way. Starting down a path, she took her time, for the leg cuffs were doing their job of restricting her leg movement. There was a pleasant breeze as Vikki walked, the dim sun gently warming her rubber suit. Even if this was Purgatory, she wouldn’t mind enjoying this type of weather for centuries. With all the trees and greenery, this was a pleasant place to be. All that was out of place were the rubber covered people dangling from the trees. Vikki stopped, surprised. She did a double take and saw that, indeed, there were people dangling from the trees, hanging from vines wrapped around their necks. All were encased inside thick rubber sleep sacks. One of them, the lowest, saw Vikki. “New here?” He asked. “Doesn’t that hurt?” Vikki asked, concerned. The man shrugged. “Not really. It becomes a little annoying every now and then, but you get used to it. You don’t need to breathe, after all, when you’re dead.” Vikki nodded. “But what are you doing here?” “Doing my time. I was sentenced to one hundred years as a birdfeeder.” He indicated the small plates strapped to the bag, which had birdfeed in them. “It’s not bad, all things considered. Could be a lot worse.” “How so?” The man chuckled. “You really are new here. There are some guys buried in the beach who’ll be watching the tides come in and go out for a thousand years.” Vikki cringed. “Why so long?” “What’s one thousand years in light of eternity?” Pondering the statement, Vikki peered up at the others swaying in the breeze, noticing something. “Why is everyone so young?” She asked. “You all look like you’re… ” “Thirty? Well, everyone turns thirty when they come here. Peak of health, or something like that. You won’t see any old people here.” A few birds flew over, landed on the plates and began to peck away at the food. “Oh, could I ask you a favor?” “Yes?” “A buddy of mine named Jerry is down at the graves. Could you go and say hi to him for me?” Vikki nodded. “Of course.” “The name’s Mike. Just tell him I said hi, and I haven’t forgotten that poker match we’re going to have.” Vikki nodded again. “I’ll let him know.” Mike smiled. “Thanks. I appreciate it. And pardon me for asking, but what exactly are you? You’re obviously not human.” “I’m a GELF. Genetically Engineered Life Form.” “Hmm… must have come after my time. Well, see you around then.” Vikki nodded, “Nice meeting you, Mike.” “The graves are to your left.” Mike added as she started off down the path. “Oh, thanks.” Turning left, Vikki left the trees and the living birdfeeders behind. Continuing down the path, Vikki passed a few other people, all restrained like her. She got numerous looks, all curious. It was apparent that nobody had ever seen anything like her. “Of the hundreds of us made, could I possibly be the first to have ‘bought it’?” However, Vikki soon discovered a problem. There were numerous graveyards around this place, each one containing many graves, from which people were buried standing up, their heads sticking out of the ground. Finding one individual could take a long time. Choosing a spot at random, she walked up to those buried there. “Excuse me? I’m looking for someone named Jerry. Have you seen him?” One of the people looked up at her. “Three rows down to the left.” “Thanks.” Leaving, Vikki followed the directions and ended at a large mass grave, where dozens of people were buried together, their heads turned so that they were looking down a hill towards the ocean and the endless horizon beyond. “Is there a Jerry here?” She called out. “Over here,” A voice said. Looking to the direction of the voice, Vikki found it in the black form of a mummified head, with only the face exposed, the eyes and the rest of the face hidden from sight. “Are you Jerry?” Vikki asked. “The one and only.” It was a surprise to see someone mummified and mostly buried like this, making Vikki loose her focus for a second, wondering what it must be like to be in such a predicament. “Did you have something you wanted to ask?” Vikki shook her head. “Sorry. Mike says hi, and that he hasn’t forgotten that poker match the two of you are going to have.” Jerry smiled. “Glad to hear his sense of humor is still going.” “How long are you going to be here?” Vikki asked. “Another twenty five years.” Jerry said. “Halfway there.” “Doesn’t it get boring?” A pause. “Well, sometimes. But we get new arrivals every day, so there’s lots of people to talk to.” “Sometimes too much,” another mummified head said. A second, wrapped up to his nose, rolled his eyes in agreement. “So, when did you get here?” Jerry asked. “Just an hour ago.” “So you haven’t been tried yet?” “No.” “Hmm… well, I wish you the best of luck. If you’re really lucky, you’ll come back here and join us.” “Why is that?” “Well, those who have light punishments, or those who accept what they’ve done and don’t try to fight it, often come back here to Purgatory. Those who have medium to heavy sentences, or just plan nasty people in general, stay on the Inferno.” Jerry shuddered. “I’m so glad I didn’t stay there. It’s a really horrible place.” Vikki thought for a moment. “What are some of the things they try you for?” “How kind you were, how charitable you were, goodwill, all that sort of thing. If you’re mostly good, you come back here. If not, then it’s off to the dungeons you go, and you’re not seen again for hundreds, maybe even millions of years. If you’re the worst of the worst… then you’re never seen again.” “Wait… are you saying that some people never get free?” Jerry shook his head. “No… some souls are going to be in those dungeons for the rest of eternity.” “But what do they do in there?” “I don’t know… but apparently Elizabeth likes to get creative.” Vikki was silent as she pondered the fact. “Anyway, thanks for giving the message. I appreciate it.” “Oh, no problem.” “See you around then.” He chuckled at his own joke. Vikki nodded as she turned and slowly waded out of the graveyard, careful not to step on those watching the ocean. *** For the next hour, Vikki wandered about Purgatory’s beach. She saw a few other restrained people like herself, as well as some others in heavier layers of restraints, dangling from trees, lashed to tree trunks, or buried in the sand. The thought that there were some souls out there who would never see the sun, or feel the water, was mortifying. She didn’t have time to ponder further, for Elizabeth emerged from the trees and walked to her. “Everything is ready.” “Judgment?” Vikki asked nervously. “Yes.” “I looked around a bit,” Vikki said. “You’re a good designer.” “You’re just saying that to try and impress me so I won’t be so hard on you.” “No, it’s not that. Really.” Vikki said, her shackles clinking as she spread her hands in emphasis. “Don’t feel bad. Everyone tries that.” “I’m not trying to impress you,” Vikki said. “I just like the way this place looks. It’s actually comforting that it resembles the living world so well. Also, I must say, I was impressed with all those graves up on the hill. Their situation was… interesting. It was also considerate of you to let the people watch the ocean.” Elizabeth seemed surprised at the praise. “I’m glad you enjoyed it. But come, it is time to go. The Inferno awaits.” *** The trip across the ocean was quite fast. After going onto a huge sailing ship, Vikki joined her fellow prisoners in being bolted to the floor of the boat, watching as the island of Purgatory vanished from sight. “What if the boat sinks?” Vikki asked Elizabeth nervously, tugging at her chains. “It won’t.” Elizabeth assured her. “We have not had a single ship sink in all the time this place has existed, though I have consigned some souls to the ocean floor before.” Vikki went silent. They sailed onwards, the sky growing darker, the clouds thickening and blotting out the sun, creating the illusion of twilight. After what seemed like an hour after leaving Purgatory, they arrived at the second Island of the realm: the Inferno. It was a towering island of rock and sand, with a large volcano in the center, spewing ash and smoke into the sky. The only features on the hellish island was a huge, steel fortress, and numerous pyramids on the outskirts, some built and some in the process of rising from the ground. The boat came to a dock, where Vikki and the others were unlocked from the boat and led onto the shore. “Do not attempt to escape,” Elizabeth called out. “Attempting to do so will earn you an automatic sentence of five hundred years on the bottom of the ocean before being brought to judgment.” As they walked, Vikki looked around toward the pyramids, and more specifically, the ones being built. There appeared to be only one individual per pyramid, and that individual was dressed head to toe in black, shiny rubber, and locked up in cuffs. Sweat glistened over their outfits, making them sparkle under the merciless plume of heat and light radiating from the volcano. “Who are they?” She asked Elizabeth. “The worst of the worst. They are the souls that are totally corrupt, of which no amount of penance can save. They are to be locked away forever, and they build their own tombs before being sealed inside.” “How long does that take?” “A hundred years, without any breaks or moments of rest. The man you see has been working for fifty years. But in a way, you are lucky to see a rare event.” “What’s that?” “A pyramid has just been finished, and it’s occupants are about to be entombed.” Elizabeth looked towards the others. “Halt, and remain where you are. I will return momentarily.” The other souls stopped in place, nervously standing and waiting. “Come Vikki,” Elizabeth said. “Unless you wish to remain here.” Vikki’s curiosity and obedience were stronger than her call to conform. With barely a moment’s hesitation, she followed Elizabeth across the hot sands to a newly completed pyramid of stone. Two people encased head to toe in rubber were standing at its base, panting and wheezing from a hundred years of hard labor. “You both have done well,” Elizabeth said. “Now we must test to ensure that you did not build any escape tunnels inside.” Raising her hand, Elizabeth stared at the building, as if mentally scanning it. Once she was finished, she lowered her hand and regarded the pair once more. “Very well, it is structurally sound. You two know what must now be done.” Raising her hands, Elizabeth snapped them. Out of thin air, two pairs of armbinders appeared. The couple’s arms were quickly released from their cuffs, only to be yanked backwards as the binders applied themselves, quickly enclosing their arms and lacing them up tight. They were followed by heavy chastity belts, which promptly locked around the prisoner’s waists and groins, followed by pairs of very thick ankle cuffs, which replaced the weathered, rusted pairs the couple had been wearing. The last thing to go on each of them was a giant muzzle, which gripped their hoods tightly, latching themselves down. “It’s time for your burial,” Elizabeth said with a sinister grin. The two prisoners frantically struggled with renewed vigor, their whines, mews, and muffled yells silenced by the hoods and muzzles. “In you go,” Elizabeth said, raising her hands. “Unless you wish to bear the weight of more restraints.” Vikki watched, stunned, as the two prisoners reluctantly turned and started down a long corridor into the pyramid. Elizabeth followed, only to glance back at Vikki. “Are you coming?” Vikki reluctantly followed. They went deep into the heart of the pyramid, where a single room lay open and waiting. It was bare, built of solid concrete. There were no lights, no windows, nothing but the bare floor. The two prisoners were marched inside. A quick wave of her hand, and a thick ball and chain was added to the prisoner’s ankles. “Farewell.” Elizabeth said as the prisoners struggled in their restraints. “For the rest of eternity, you will have only yourselves for company.” With a single wave of her hand, she had the door - a giant, six foot thick block of granite, slide down, landing with a heavy thud. Vikki could hear the prisoners screaming from the other side. More and more blocks were placed in the passageway, sealing it even further. When Elizabeth and Vikki left the pyramid, one final block was put in place, and the structure was sealed forever. “Do not feel sorry for them,” Elizabeth said. “They were the genocidal dictators of a country in Africa, and brought untold suffering to millions of their own people. They were irredeemable. Their punishment is justice for all the pain they have inflicted.” Vikki only stared at the pyramid, stunned, yet strangely aroused as well. She could not help but feel pity for the people entombed inside… but the thought of wearing restraints for eternity was intoxicating. “We must continue onwards,” Elizabeth said. “Judgment awaits.” *** After rejoining the rest of the souls, the group continued on across the island, heading towards the fortress. The air grew warmer as they got closer to the fortress, yet Vikki wondered how this could be the building that judged all. If there were many people here, as Jerry had said, then how could this building hold them all? As they entered the building, Vikki was surprised to see that the only thing inside was a large, crude elevator, easily able to hold up to fifty people at once. Their group fit on easily enough, upon which Elizabeth flipped a switch. The platform went down, heading below the floor. Vikki’s puzzlement over the building’s size was answered in an instant. They had emerged into a cavernous chamber that stretched down for untold miles, the walls built from nothing but cages, coffins, tombs, and jail cells. From the ones she could see in, Vikki saw that each cage and cell contained an individual, some naked, some in chains, others in arm binders, some in straightjackets, and others wrapped head to toe as mummies. Every occupant appeared to watch as their platform descended deeper and deeper, its path lit only by torchlight. “Here lies the damned,” Elizabeth announced. “Most you see here will one day leave this place… but some never will.” Vikki looked towards a row of tombs and coffins, heard sobbing from inside each one. “Those who were previously in Hell were brought here, but every one of them shall remain locked up for all time, never to escape. Some of you will join them.” The platform came to a stop at a jutting walkway. Crosses lined the walkway, a soul crucified on each one in the many manners that Vikki had seen on the way down. And still, the chamber continued downwards, the bottom lost in infinite darkness. They went down the walkway, towards a large open room filled with individuals dangling from the ceiling, some upright, others upside down, all eyes watching the new arrivals. “Stand on the red square, and be judged,” Elizabeth said. At the end of the line, Vikki peered forward, wondering what horror they were to witness next. A soul at the front of the line nervously walked onto the square and stood, waiting. After a few moments, a scroll emerged from a slot in the wall. Elizabeth took it, and read from it. “Twenty five years in Purgatory.” She announced. The relieved soul walked over towards an open doorway, and headed through. Another soul walked forward and waited. Another scroll emerged. “One hundred years imprisonment in the inferno.” A chain shot down and latched a cuff around the soul’s neck, yanking her up into the darkness, her screams quickly vanishing. Another nervous soul walked forward, trembling. “Ten thousand years imprisonment in the inferno.” The chain returned and he was yanked upwards, vanishing from sight. And so it went, on and on, Vikki watching as each soul was given their fates. Most were going to go back to Purgatory, while a few would remain here for years, even centuries. Soon, there was only one soul left in front of Vikki, who was shaking violently as he stood on the square. A moment later, and his fate was pronounced. “Eternal imprisonment in the Inferno.” He tried to run, but a chain shot down, a manacle closed around his neck, and yanked the man into the ceiling, where he vanished from sight. Vikki was the only soul left. Elizabeth looked at her. “Come Vikki. Step on the square.” Vikki didn’t want to. Every instinct was telling her to run and get the hell away from this place. But she didn’t have a choice. She stepped on the square. For a few moments, nothing happened. Then her scroll appeared. Elizabeth took it, looked it over. Her face was blank, giving no clue as to what lay upon it. “Ten years in Purgatory.” She announced. She actually looked pleased with the announcement. Vikki breathed a sigh of relief, overjoyed at what her fate was to be. “Come,” Elizabeth said, indicating the door that would lead back to the surface. “It’s time to take you back. Because you seem to have a thing for rubber, as well as being a kink, I think I’ll seal you within a rubber doll and bury you in that graveyard. Does that sound good?” “I don’t have much of a choice, do I?” Vikki said with a nervous smile. “No, not really.” As they started towards the door, however, there was a bonechilling howl that echoed through the chamber as another parchment suddenly appeared. Elizabeth stopped, confused. “It’s never done that before.” “What?” Elizabeth walked up to the scroll, plucking it from its slot and rolling it apart to read. She was silent for several moments before shaking her head. “No… ” “What is it?” “It’s an override from the powers above. They’ve never intervened like this before.” Vikki felt her throat tighten. “What are they saying?” Elizabeth was quiet before she answered. “They’re saying that you’re not part of the original designs for the world… in their eyes, you’re an abomination that must be purged.” She went very quiet. “They’re ordering me to entomb you immediately… and that you will never be released.” Vikki’s gut tightened and she was suddenly unable to breathe. “What? But that… that’s not possible.” “I cannot defy the powers that be.” The color drained from Vikki’s face. “You mean… I’m going to be buried forever?” Elizabeth was silent. “No! This can’t be happening!” “I’m sorry Vikki. I really wish it didn’t have to be like this.” Vikki stared at her, panic building, threatening to overwhelm her. The chain descended, and Vikki felt the manacle closing around her throat. With a powerful yank, she was pulled up into the ceiling, and into darkness before she could even scream. *** When the darkness faded, and vision returned, Vikki saw a stone ceiling above her. She momentarily panicked, thinking that she had already been entombed. But after feeling movement on her body, she looked down and saw that she hadn’t. But she was well on her way. Vikki was lying on a stone table, the restraint belt and cuffs lying on the floor. Elizabeth was standing next to the table, working to wrap bandages around Vikki’s body. In a flash, Vikki realized what was going to happen to her. Like the ancient Egyptians of eras long past, she was going to be mummified and buried… only she was going to be alive when the lid of her sarcophagus was locked down. She instinctively started to struggle, but Elizabeth had done her work well. The bandages she had already wrapped around Vikki’s body contained her easily, and were effective at restraining movement. “I’m sorry about this,” Elizabeth said, not even looking up from her work. “But it must be done.” There was sadness in her voice. It was clear that Elizabeth didn’t like doing this. “Well… I’m sorry I panicked,” Vikki said. “I shouldn’t have.” “It’s natural for you to do so. Everyone does.” “I was created and raised to be obedient and submissive. Not to panic and run like a coward.” “Tell me,” Elizabeth said. “Why were you created?” Vikki shrugged… or tried to, as her arms were tightly restrained. “GELFs were created to be cheap, mass-produced, tailor-made servants for a variety of tasks. In my case, I was designed as an electrical infrastructure technician… mainly a fancy way of saying I crawled around and lay cables in walls.” “Is that what your rubber suit is about?” “Yes… it was specially grown and designed to bond with my skin.” “You mean you were supposed to keep it on all the time?” Vikki nodded. Elizabeth was surprised enough that she stopped the bandaging for a moment. “Then how did you relieve yourself?” “Our bodies were designed to produce very little waste. The little we do produce is converted somehow into nourishment for the rubber symbiote.” “So you were just a living toy?” “You could have said it more politely, but yes. All in all, life wasn’t too bad.” She looked down at her wrappings. “I just never imagined it would end this way.” Elizabeth was quiet as she continued Vikki’s mummification. “Life often goes in ways we cannot imagine.” “If I may ask… why the wrappings?” “I do this to most people who get buried here. It is my favorite form of restraining people. Only the most horrible get something else. Arm binders are an efficient way to make people’s arms sore, and if they can’t escape it, imagine how awful it must get over the course of an eternity.” Vikki was silent. “I wish I didn’t have to do this,” Elizabeth said. “Especially on someone who doesn’t deserve an eternal sentence.” “If I may ask,” Vikki said. “You told me that everyone gets punished. Were you ever punished for your sins?” “No, not yet.” Elizabeth said quietly. “Mine is two-fold. I have to watch over this place and administer it without a break until the entire human race enters. Only after humanity goes extinct will I be mummified and buried for eternity.” Vikki was stunned. “Why?” Elizabeth paused, trying to compose her thoughts. “In life, I was one of the Spanish inquisitors. My specialty was torture, to break people, no matter the cost. I was constantly learning new methods and practices to get results, and my cruelty brought me damnation everlasting. I deserved to suffer as I have made others suffer, even if it was a just punishment. Creating and ruling this place is only delaying the punishment, not stopping it.” Things went quiet as Elizabeth continued Vikki’s bandaging. For almost an hour she continued to wind the wrappings around the helpless vixen, sealing her inside an inescapable cocoon. When she was finished, only Vikki’s face was sticking out from the bandages. The rest of her body was covered and tightly sealed away. Looking down at herself, Vikki tried to move, but could only manage a faint wiggle, feeling the tightness of the bandages as they compressed down on her. But Elizabeth wasn’t finished. She pulled out a tub full of clear liquid and began to dip her hands in it, then rubbing the liquid over the wrappings. It took Vikki a few moments to realize what it was… resin. She was being coated in resin, which, when hardened, would make movement even more difficult, perhaps utterly impossible. The process went on for ten minutes, until all her wrappings were coated. Five minutes later, and the resin hardened, cracking slightly as it settled. A thick neoprene sleep sack was produced, and Elizabeth began to wiggle Vikki into it. With the bag being an almost exact fit, it was difficult to get her inside, but once she was, Elizabeth pulled the zipper shut, and buckled the thick collar down, locking Vikki inside another layer of restraint. Then came the belts. Lots of black leather belts were wound around Vikki and the bag, then slowly cinched together, squeezing and compressing her body even further. Vikki could only watch helplessly as she felt herself being compressed. But when the last belt was cinched over her breasts, it was done. Picking up another roll of bandages, Elizabeth hung it from a hook on her belt. She went towards Vikki’s head and began to push the stone tablet she was on, making it rise a few inches off the ground and allowing her to glide it across the floor. They went to the elevator and rose from the depths of the tomb, leaving the screams and the weeping behind, until they were finally in the fortress, and then outside once again, making their way towards a freshly constructed pyramid. “I decided that it would not be right to force you into making your own tomb,” Elizabeth said as they got closer. “So I created it for you.” As they approached Vikki’s pyramid, she began to breathe deeper and deeper, sweat forming on her forehead, knowing that this was a one way trip. Every second she was spending outside the pyramid was one of the last seconds she would ever spend seeing the outside world. Elizabeth stopped. “You know… there is no need for this place to be so depressing. We could make it a tomb fit for a queen.” She raised her arms and closed her eyes. Seconds later, lush greenery sprung forth from the desert around the pyramid, turning it into a beautiful oasis, lush with trees and cool water. But that wasn’t all. The pyramid itself was changing, the blocks shifting from granite into solid gold, making the pyramid shine and sparkle. It was hauntingly beautiful, and Vikki couldn’t take her eyes off it. It was one of the most beautiful things she had ever seen, and it was awe inspiring, knowing that it was for her. Such an elegant tomb for someone who would only see it once. With the changes complete, Elizabeth began to push the table again, heading towards the entrance. She went slowly though, giving Vikki enough time to look around and get her last glimpse of the open, and the greenery around her. They reached the entrance. Elizabeth stopped, stood aside, allowing Vikki one last moment to look around. She did so, appreciating the gesture, trying to take in as much as she could about the sky, the clouds, the grass and the trees, trying to get them into her memory in as much detail as possible. Then the moment was over. Elizabeth began to slowly push the platform, and they went inside the pyramid. Vikki looked back for as long as possible, tears falling from her eyes. There was only a single tunnel inside the gold pyramid, and it went on for almost five minutes, until they reached an open chamber similar to the one the two prisoners had been sealed in. Like the pyramid itself, it was solid gold, but there was something that was different. There was a deep shaft at the back, just the right size for a sarcophagus to be lowered inside. “We have arrived.” Elizabeth said. “Your tomb.” “Pretty,” Vikki said, trying to be humorous, failing. “So… you’re just going to leave me here?” “No, you’re not like those two abominations entombed earlier. You will receive the burial of royalty.” She snapped her fingers. A solid gold coffin appeared. Another snap and a matching sarcophagus appeared. “So… I’m just going to be buried, and that’s it?” “Normally, yes. Buried and forgotten. But because you are a special case, I don’t believe you deserve that. I can never release you, but I can help make enduring this more bearable. Remember how you were initially going to do ten years?” Vikki nodded. “I will apply that to your sentence, so that after ten years, you’ll fall into a very deep sleep, one that you’ll never wake from. You’ll sleep forever, a fate that no one else has ever received.” Vikki felt a rush of relief. Even though she was never being released, at least she would, in a way, have an escape from her eternal burial. “But do not forget, you will still have to endure ten years of burial.” The cold realization snapped Vikki out of her relieved stupor. She watched as Elizabeth pulled the bandages off her belt and began to unwind them. “I’m sorry, but we have to finish wrapping you up.” “Before you do that,” Vikki said quickly. “I have a last request.” “Yes?” “I know this sounds odd… but could you line the interior of my coffin with rubber?” Elizabeth gave a faint smile, then waved her hands. The interior of the coffin was suddenly lined with slick, firm rubber. Reaching down, Elizabeth lifted Vikki up, letting her see the inside of her coffin. “Does that match what you want?” Vikki nodded, smiling. “Yes.” Elizabeth lowered her back onto the tablet, taking the wrappings in hand. Then, without a word, she began to wind the bandage around the vixen’s head. It was the part that Vikki had been most afraid of… .the final bandaging. She knew that in a manner of minutes, she was going to loose her sight forever. She would be encased completely, never to see, hear, or feel the warmth of touch ever again. She was afraid that she would panic, would struggle, would break down and beg for mercy. But she remembered her upbringing. She remembered how she had been bred and trained to follow orders without question, to be submissive, to be good and obedient, even when she was afraid. She would not let the fear get to her. Steeling her resolve, Vikki remained still and allowed Elizabeth to wrap her head. She did not resist as she was slowly wound up, inch by inch, the white fur of her face vanishing under the bandages, sealed away for all time. The bandages came to her mouth. Both knew what was coming next. “I’m sorry.” Elizabeth said. Vikki nodded. “I know.” She closed her mouth, and kept it shut as bandages were tightly wound around it. A few minutes later, and her muzzle was completely covered. Elizabeth then moved on, getting closer and closer to her eyes. It was obvious that she was trying to avoid wrapping them as long as possible, but sooner or later, she would have to cover them. Vikki, now silent, looked up towards Elizabeth, to the gold ceiling. She could just faintly see her own reflection in the shiny metal. It was the first time she had seen herself like this, and Vikki gave an involuntary shudder of pleasure at seeing herself so tightly wrapped up and bound as she was. There was a flicker of movement at the corner of her vision. The bandaging had reached her eyes. Elizabeth looked down at her, pausing. Their eyes looked at each other… the condemned and the executor. Leaning over, Elizabeth softly kissed Vikki’s forehead. Vikki, taking one last look upwards, saw the gold all around her… and Elizabeth’s soft, bittersweet face. She closed her eyes. Elizabeth wound the bandages over Vikki’s closed eyes. She did the job quickly, wrapping over them several times, until they were firmly in place. With the first layer done, she proceeded to wrap Vikki’s head again, this time with an additional four layers of bandages, making each roll tighter and tighter then the last, until the vixen’s head was squeezed and compressed under the wrappings. Being dead, and thus not being able to breathe, Vikki had no worry of suffocating. When the last bandage was tied down and glued in place, Elizabeth looked at Vikki’s head. She then pulled out a neoprene hood to match her sleep sack, and fit it on, covering the bandages. It was a very snug fit, with no holes for eyes, mouth, ears, or nose. That was followed by interlacing the hood with the rest of the sack, then buckling the two together, ensuring that Vikki was truly locked inside. Vikki’s chest just barely rose and fell within her restraints. She was breathing very deeply, no doubt trying not to panic. Standing, Elizabeth took the tablet and moved it next to the coffin. Then she leaned over and took the sack in her arms, lifted Vikki up and wiggled her over to the coffin. She was surprised to feel Vikki shifting, actually trying to help make the job easier, to assist in her own burial. Elizabeth was touched by the gesture, amazed that the vixen would do such a thing, rather then struggling to escape. Such high character deserved to be rewarded. Elizabeth held the encased vixen close to her, squeezing her tightly in a hug, stroking and kissing her. It was a gift to Vikki… the last, warm touch she would ever know for eternity. Elizabeth felt Vikki relaxing underneath her hug, going limp. It was on that note, that she gently shifted and lay Vikki inside her coffin, the rubber interior squeezing against her body, creating a form fitting cradle. A few belts were strapped down across the body, then cinched tightly, locking Vikki down even further. Moving quickly, Elizabeth took hold of the gold lid, lowered it onto the coffin. But she went slowly, watching Vikki’s form as long as she could, as she was swallowed by darkness, inch by inch. Then the lid was on. The latches were clasped and locked, sealing Vikki inside forever. Elizabeth floated the coffin into the air and maneuvered it into the sarcophagus, of which the rubber lining ensured a snug fit. But that wasn’t enough, for Elizabeth had to be thorough, or risk the wrath of the powers that be, by not taking enough precautions. A tub of resin was produced, and gallon after gallon was poured into the sarcophagus, burying the coffin until it was little more then a gold haze under four feet of the liquid. The lid to the sarcophagus was taken and placed on, then latched and locked down as well. Resin oozed out, dripping down the side of the sarcophagus, dropping onto the floor. Elizabeth wiped it away, not wanting Vikki’s encasement to be sloppy, for it had to be clean and pristine. There wasn’t much left to be done now. All that remained was to bury Vikki for good. To that end, Elizabeth moved the sarcophagus towards the deep shaft in the back of the room. It was quite deep, and was cut so exact, that the sarcophagus fit it like a glove. When she pushed it in far enough, it fell, plunging down the shaft with a loud whoosh, shoving air upwards as it shot down, vanishing into the depths. It would continue on, until the shaft became tighter, slowing it, eventually bringing it to a gentle stop. Elizabeth conjured several long hoses that purged cement. With fifty of them going at full bore, she poured concrete into the shaft, millions of gallons worth, filling it up until the liquid came to a stop at the very top of the shaft, whereupon she smoothed it out until there was no sign that a shaft had ever existed. She looked at the spot for the longest time. Deep down, Vikki was lying in state, entombed. To even try and dig her up would be impractical, if not impossible. It was with a heavy heart that Elizabeth left the room. Giant stone slabs, each weighing thousands of tons, were put inside, blocking up the entrance. As she walked out of the hallway, stone after stone thundered into place, cracking the ground, each one ensuring that it would take hundreds, if not thousands of years to cut through. She reached the exit, and the largest stone of all fell into place, sealing the pyramid up forever. It was done. *** Elizabeth knew she had other people to process, new arrivals who had to be judged and sentenced, but she couldn’t bring herself to do so. For hours she stood, watching the pyramid, Vikki’s elegant crypt. It was the most beautiful tomb that would ever be built. None would even come close, Elizabeth would ensure that. Like all others, Vikki had done wrong, and she had to be punished. But she didn’t deserve this. She didn’t deserve an eternal sentence for the simple fact that she wasn’t human. The vixen was inside, sealed away forever. She would never know Paradise, never know anything but darkness and silence within her cocoon. In a way, her brief life had been a fraud. Her true existence was one of restraint. For the rest of eternity, even when time itself died, Vikki would continue on, sealed away and immobile, never to be released. A sobering thought. Still, Elizabeth could at least console herself with the thought that once ten years had passed, Vikki would fall into an endless sleep. She would be spared the effects of being locked in a tiny space and knowing that it was forever. Those ten years would be hard… but brief, in the eyes of eternity. Then again, perhaps Vikki might enjoy it. She had never mentioned it to Elizabeth, but she knew that Vikki had been into mummification and encasement. All that data had been in her personal file, how many hours she had spent in both situations while still alive. And now, in her last ten years of awareness before the eternal sleep, she was going to get the ultimate experience, the fantasy to end all fantasies. To be mummified and entombed… forever. Perhaps, while sending her to hell, Elizabeth had given her a taste of heaven. And in the end, that was the best gift she could give. Turning, Elizabeth walked away, leaving the golden pyramid to sparkle in the fires of the Inferno.

Am I

Thu, 04 Mar 2010 00:00:00 +0000

It was between my second and third sips of coffee on a muggy and dark Sunday morning when I became a god. It came as a surprise to me as I suddenly found myself elevated to such a high level. My mind rushed in turmoil as so much new information filled it to the point I feared that it would burst. That there had been a war between the gods centuries before, one was destroyed in such a way that parts of its power and influence had spun free into the universe, and now one of those pieces had found me and had given me all of his powers.

Like, Wow!

Thu, 04 Mar 2010 00:00:00 +0000

I wasn’t sure exactly how to handle it when Tina came to my front door. It was after ten at night and she only lived a few miles away, but it was starting to snow and I didn’t want to leave her outside. Theo wasn’t very pleased by this turn of events as we had planned a night spent with each other sans any clothing.

Pulling my robe tight around me I opened the door, glancing back at my lion to make sure he had at least covered himself. He had a pillow covering his lap and was walking down the hallway, his tail flicking in agitation. I sighed and looked back out to door as Tina pushed her way in.

All I Want for Christmas

Fri, 09 Oct 2009 00:00:00 +0000

The snow was drifting around Brian and me as we walked through the Christmas tree lot. It was already laying heavily on the ground and the branches of the trees around us. It swirled about us, catching on our fur. Without a word my boyfriend reached over and took my hand in his. The selection of trees was pretty slim, but with only a few day left before the holidays there wasn’t much left to pick from.

To Save a Dragon

Fri, 09 Oct 2009 00:00:00 +0000

I stood at the edge of the cave, looking out over the long rolling hill and the hardly visible path that ran up from the valley floor to the ground under my feet. In the distance I could see a man in armor riding his horse along the trail, being very careful on the tangled path, yet never looking away from where I stood. I couldn’t see what species he was, but judging by the shape of the armor is was a feline of some sort.

Vacuum Therapy

Tue, 28 Jul 2009 00:00:00 +0000

At age 18, Matthew Ceres had plenty of reasons to be depressed. You wouldn’t have noticed by looking at him, but the blonde teen had taken a very dark outlook on life. Usually dressed in blue jeans and sleeveless shirts (because his mother thought he looked sooo cute in them), he wasn’t a big hit with the girls at his school. Though he was not ugly by any standards, he’d never managed to develop a firm chest or sixpack abs, and the sleeveless shirts he had to put up with wound up accentuating his stringbean arms, combining with his blond hair to make him look very, very gay. This, combined with the fact that Cancro High had a high regard for its jocks, had made his life quite miserable. For years on end, he’d been bullied and pestered by those who were bored, and generally ignored by those who chose not to make an effort in tormenting him. It hadn’t always bothered him, mind you. There had been a slight period in his life where the Struggle of Life had been nothing more than a daily little wriggle. At age 15, he’d found the most wonderful girl he’d ever dreamt of: Amy. Granted, she could’ve gone out with any number of the football players, or anyone on the renowned Cancro swimming team, but Amy chose him for the same reason she didn’t join the cheerleading squad. It wasn’t that she didn’t like it or lacked the ‘assets’, it was simply a matter of social pressure and avoiding it at all costs. In her heart, Amy was a furry. And Matt was one of the few people in high school who was fine with it. Simply put, Amy wanted to be a catgirl. That was pretty much the only reason she never joined any cliques, despite her good looks. Regular yoga practice and many, many New Agey health supplements had raised her appearance and social status to that of a ‘babe’, but her interests had steered her away from the regular crowds and to the lone wolf that every school seemed to have. In Cancro High, that was Matt.

Anywhere She Wants

Fri, 24 Apr 2009 00:00:00 +0000

I woke up when my bed hit the ground, to this day I’m not sure why I stay on it as it must have flown a great distance, but I did. The jolt shook me awake and I rolled out of bed, expecting to yell at either the downstairs or the upstairs neighbors, I wasn’t expecting to find myself outside in a pile of debris that use to be my apartment complex, and a good five hundred feet from where my bed room normally was.

Rewind

Fri, 24 Apr 2009 00:00:00 +0000

“Are you sure about this?” John asked, a look of concern in the raccoon’s masked eyes. He held the charm in his hand, running the chain through his fingers but not touching the small trinket that hung from it.

“I’m perfectly sure,” I told him as I leaned forward and kissed him on the nose. He kissed my cheek and slipping his arm around my back, pulling me closer to him until we were pressed together. “I have the week off, all my bills are paid and Sylvia will take care of my cat. I am sure about this. Of course it is your choice. I’m not going to force you to do anything.”

Dumpster Seduction

Wed, 22 Apr 2009 00:00:00 +0000

The rest stop was on a quiet stretch of freeway just outside the city. Over the years the edge of town had moved ever closer and nearly overtaken the place, almost no one ever stopped there anymore. It was only a few more minutes until you reached town.

I pulled my car into the rest stop turned the engine off and snapping out the lights. At three AM the only light came from the few lamps posted around the rest stop, and the glow of the freeway traffic on the other side of the swaying trees. Sitting in my car I watched the parking lot until I was satisfied that I was the only person around.

Petticoats and Frills

Sun, 22 Feb 2009 00:00:00 +0000

I was rushing as fast as I could, which wasn’t that fast in my six inch stiletto heels, to try and have everything done by the time Master came home. I had spent too much time in the pool after lunch and was quickly running out of time.

My short skirt brushed around my hips, my chest bounced in my too tight top as I dusted the living room. Master wanted the house cleaned top to bottom, a different room every day, and if I didn’t have the living room done to his satisfaction by the time he got home I would be in a lot of trouble.

The Mad in Science

Mon, 28 Jul 2008 00:00:00 +0000

The lights bloomed on over my head, the off-white color cutting through my eyes and stirring me from my sleep. I lifted my head, my red hair falling over my eyes and straw sticking to my face. Theo was standing on the other side of the basement lab, a lab coat fluttering around him as he worked at his bench. I yawned and sat up, brushing the straw from my fur. The bars of my cage were still between me and him, like they were every time I woke up in the small space, but I had been expecting it, even looking forward to it. It seems strange, but three months before my boyfriend had confessed that he wasn’t a normal lion, but a mad scientist with his eye on world domination. He had starting chatting me up because he needed a test subject, a lab-mouse as he joked, but found I was far more interesting. By the time he told me we had been dating for half a year and I laughed it off as a joke. That was until he showed me his basement lab, then I was quickly convinced that he was exactly what he said he was. We talk a lot that night, and then I took the next week off so he could kidnap me properly from outside of my house. After that I spent most every weekend trapped in his basement cage, the subject of whatever experiment that crossed his mind. I still wore my old clothing from when he had taken me, even though they were nothing more than tattered rags, but the look was nice. I ran my hands through my hair and tucked my tail around my ass and the rags of my skirt. I watched my lion as he busied himself at his bench. Walking on my knees I rested against the cold steel bars. I was supposed to act like I was scared of him, but that play had fallen away pretty quickly. I liked all the crazy things he did to me. There is a lot of fun you can have with your own clone. Theo continued to work, stepping over to his computer and checking some readouts. I watched him as he worked, his tail tuft flicking against the back of the long coat. Finally I decided to break the ice and said in my silliest voice. “Gee, Theo. What are we going to do tonight?” He paused for a moment and snickered to himself before replying. “The same thing we do every night Cleo, try to take over the world.” Once that was said we started to hum the theme song together in time. My crazy boyfriend turned around to look at me, a smile on his muzzle. “You take being my experimental subject far too well,” he teased. I shrugged a bit and sat down on my haunches. “Why not, hon? It’s fun, and you’re a mad pervert!” He laughed and a bit and nodded his head. “That is more true then you know. One of these days I should promote you to full henchman. Well henchwoman, then you can help me take over the world.” “But then you couldn’t experiment on me,” I said with a pout. Theo laughed and shook his head. “Oh, that won’t stop me at all. In fact it would be even easier to do so. I slip stuff into your coffee whenever I wish.” I stuck my tongue out at him. “Then you better find something to make me like drinking coffee.” “I’ll make a note of that for a future experiment. Today I have something quiet fun to try out on you. An experimental treatment to remove troublesome people” A smile crossed my face and I pressed my muzzle through the bars. “Oh? Those are always fun. Are we going to be using a clone or can it be reversed?” I asked. For the fatal stuff he would clone me, experiment with the clone, and move the memories back into my head when he was done. It allowed me to do a lot of things over and over even when it did kill me. You can only get away with saying something like that if you’re in love with a mad scientist who specializes in breaking the laws of physics. “I think I will surprise you,” he said as he picked up a small glass from the table. It was filled with a milky looking liquid with a small glass stirrer jutting from the top. He walked it over to me, giving it a quick stir before taking the stirring stick out, and then held it out for me to take. I reached through the bars to lift it from his hand. I looked at it for a moment, slowly lifting it to my nose to sniff at it. It smelled like milk. With a shrug and pressed the glass to my lips and threw my head back, gulping it all down. It tasted like nothing more than milk, but with a hint of what I knew to be my lover’s cum. Snorting a bit I set the glass on the floor of my cage. “Trying to slip me some of your seed?” I teased. He shrugged. “It’s a bonus to the compound, this shall give it a nice kick,” he told me as he unlocked the cage door. A formality, I worked out the combination in my fifth weekend in captivity, but I liked such formalities. As he opened the cage I crawled out and stood up, looking up at him. My nose only came up to the bottom of his mane. Theo reached out and rubbed my right between the ears, a smile on his face. “It will take a few minute to take full effect,” he said, his voice echoing with his purring. I looked down t his pants, seeing that the front of them was already pressed out by his erection. I giggled and cupped his cock in my paws, squeezing it through the fabric. “Would my master like a little fun time?” I asked, kissing him on the nose. “You know me to well,” he said, pressing gently on the top of my head. Dropping to my knees I smiled and nuzzled at the bulge in his pants. My hands reached up to pull at the buckle on his belt. It came open without any trouble, as did his zipper. I nuzzled at his white briefs as my hands slipped under his lab coat to work free the snaps over his tail. Once they were open I was able to pull his pants down off his hips. The front of the briefs were already stained with pre cum and pulled tightly over his cock, outlining every bump and ridge along its length. He was much larger than any man I had even known, and most I had seen pictures of, one of the benefits of his research. I nibbled at his cock through the fabric, using the material to tease his shaft as my hands reached up to fondle his heavy balls. He let out a purr and arched his back slightly, his tail flicking in time. With one hand I reached around to rub the base of his tail, the other I used to stroke his cock through the fabric of his underwear. I bent my head down slightly to lick at his full nuts, each one the size of a large egg. I lapped at the fabric, tasting his sweat through the material. I adjusted myself slightly, moving from kneeling to crouching as I slipped both my hands around his ass and nuzzling at his tight underwear. His cock twitched under the touch and he chuckled happily. “Go ahead,” he said. Nodding I leaned back on my heals, my tail sweeping over the floor, and hooked my fingers into the waistband of the briefs. With a single tug I pulled them off his hips and tail. His cock bounced free hard enough to slap at his firm belly before settled into a lovely arch of damn near perfect cock. I held the briefs for a few moments to allow him to step out of his clothing, and then shoved them to the side. I leaned up a bit higher and licked the underside of his erection, nibbling at the firm flesh with my teeth. My tongue cupped at his shaft then lapped over a thick drop of precum. The salty precum sent a happy chill along my body, lifting my ears and making my tail slap against the stone floor. I sucked his cock down into my muzzle, my hands lifting up to stroke and tease his balls as I started to work his shaft. I started stroking the base of his shaft as my head slipped up and down his shaft as I adjusted my legs to lift myself a bit higher. I wanted to keep my muzzle tightly around his cock and didn’t care for it when I bent it half over. His large paw reached down to rub between my ears and pressed against the back of my head to encourage me to suck more. I did what I could, but his cock was pressing at the back of my throat like it never had before. Slowing down slightly I adjusted my legs, there were starting to cramp from the odd angle I was holding myself at to please him. What was strange was that I never had to crouch before to blow him off, my knees were just fine for the job. I allowed my sucking to slow, and Theo didn’t seem to mind about it. I let his cock bounce free and looked up at him. I slowly rose to my full height only to find that my nose came up to a place under his firm pecks. “I’m shrinking,” I said in surprise. He chuckled and rubbed my ears. “You don’t miss a thing do you?” Leaning back I looked up into my lion’s eyes, seeing the madness twinkling behind the blue irises. I gave him a smile then leaned back down to slurp his cock back into my muzzle. I was small enough that I could only take about half of it, so I used my paws to tease the rest as I started to pick up speed. His precum was flowing thickly over my tongue leaving a warmth in my belly as I nibbled the pointed head of the shaft. I wasn’t sure if it was because I was shrinking faster or that I was just aware of it now. I let his shaft pop free of my lips and I started to lick and tease my way down the length of it to the base. I lifted his cock up as I teased his balls with my tongue, finding them just a bit too large to fit into my muzzle. I let his balls drop and kissed my way up over his shaft, readjusting my position in front of him. I was now even with his belly button. I dove down on his cock with gusty, rubbing it with my small paws as I sucked, and licked, and teased the pointed end. Above my Theo grunted and thrust slightly. His hands reached out to rub my ears, teasing over the outer edge of them as his precum trailed off. Sucking out the last few drops of the salty precum, I wrapped my tongue around the length and hummed softly, in the way I knew he loved. He let out a soft cry and grabbed the back of my head, thrusting into my muzzle as much as he could as his cum exploded out of his shaft. It was like a flood in my muzzle, the thick semen gushing around my lips and out over my cheeks. I gulped at it, trying to get all of it down, but it just kept coming, more then I could take. I tried to rush up my nose and down into my lungs. I finally pulled away, sputtering out the cum as more of it plastered over my face. I swallowed down what was in my muzzle, catching my breath as another gush of thick seed fell over my face. I stroked his cock, making sure he spurt every drop of it as I realized I was standing nose to cock with him. Once he was finished I took a few steps away and started couching, trying to clear out a little that had gone down the wrong way. His cum soaked my fur and my breasts, dripping from my shrinking body. Once everything was clear I looked up at him, a smile on my face. “Are you okay?” he asked. I snorted, blowing some cum out of my nose. “Aren’t you supposed to be mad?” He bent down and smiled at me. “That doesn’t mean I can’t care about your health. I do love you.” “I love you too,” I said, watching as he started to visibly grow taller as my shrinking truly started to pick up speed. “How small will I get?” I asked. Theo smiled and held his fingers apart, hardly enough to be seen. I giggled and ran my hands over my face, collecting more thick cum from my face, watching as the semen grew larger over me. I sat down on the cement floor, tucking my tail around me as the cum fell off, pooling around my body. My lovely lion watched me as I continued to shirk, the cum growing larger and larger around me. Soon I was only as tall as he knees and growing ever shorter. He flicked his tail in excitement as he bent down to watch me, his cock returning to its full size in anticipation. Soon I was only six inches tall and covered head to toe in his cum. Gently he reached down and picked me up in his hands, holding me gently as he lifted me up to his large cock. I wanted to protest that there wasn’t any way I could even pretend to please him at my size, but before I could even squeak he pulled open the head of his shaft and shoved me down into his urethra. I let out a cry as his hot flesh closed around me, kicking my legs as he placed his finger on my ass and pushed me all the way inside of him, the cum on my fur making the passage easier. I moments I felt his shaft close around my feet. His paws worked over his shaft, starting to pull me further down inside of him. The warmth was growing even hotter as I slipped deeper and deeper. I was sure I was still shrinking, but had no way to tell anymore. A moment later the muscles in his cock tensed around me and pulled me deeper and then I let out a yelp I suddenly found myself falling. It only lasted a moment before I landed is something thick and wet. I sputtered for a few moments before I stood up, feeling whatever I was in squirming around me. It only took a moment for me to realize that I was in his balls and it was his sperm swimming around me. I let out a pleased cry as I felt one rub between my legs as the mass of cum rose higher over my shrinking body. Closes my eyes and pushed my arms through the thickness, feeling it start to tingle at my skin. The warmth of the cum starting to fill my whole body from inside and out. I touched my chest, feeling the cum as it ran down my fur, and my body starting to go with it. I was melting, shifting, becoming one with his cum, and becoming his cum. I was amazed, feeling my body start to break up into his semen. I ducked down into the sperm, feeling it close over my head as my body started to fully merged with his cum, becoming one with it as I stopped being anything but his cum. Gods, I love having a mad scientist as a boyfriend!

Bigger is Always Better

Tue, 24 Jun 2008 00:00:00 +0000

The necklace was in an elaborate felt box with a blue bow. I smiled as I pulled the bow free and dropped it to the floor. Carefully I opened the box and smiled even wider as I saw what was inside. It was exactly as I was promised, a silver necklace on a silver chain. The trinket on the chain was an odd shape, the merging of both the male and female symbols into one. I pulled the necklace free and dropped the box on the kitchen table. I ran the chain through my fingers and held the trinket in my hands, my tail flicking in excitement. The six weeks had been far too long of a wait, but I knew it would be worth it. “Cleo? You coming?” my boyfriend called from the living room. Taking a moment to compose myself I put the necklace on and shoved it down under my shirt so it rested against my breasts. Adjusting my clothing I flicked my tail and walked out of the kitchen. Fred looked up at me, the equine’s ears tilting back slightly. “What’s gotten into you?” he asked. I shrugged, swinging my hips as I walked into the room. I could feel the magic already starting to do its work on me. Reaching out I ran my hands over his head, rubbing between his ears. He was in for such a surprise. He reached up and pulled me down onto the couch next to him. “You look hot tonight,” he said. Landing next to him I leaned back on the soft cushions, feeling my shirt and pants starting to grow around my body. The fabric of my bra was already digging into my skin as my pants grew tight around my hips. I worked my arm around his back and leaned to nuzzle his thick neck. “Thank you dear.” Fred nodded and nuzzled the top of my head, causing my ears to twist under his breath. I felt a chill run through my body, a warmth rushing down across my breasts, my nipples growing hard through the fabric around them. The warmth went down to my crotch, growing hot for a few moments as I felt my body start to change. My pussy flexed and started to grow wet while at the same time the front of my pants grew tight. My stallion took in a long breath, at the same time his own pants starting to swell around the crotch. “Oh, you even smell sexy,” he said. “Thank you,” I replied as my pants started to strain to the point of pain, at the same time by bra was tighter then it had even been before. “Want to fuck?” I asked. He smirked. “I thought you would never ask,” he said, reaching down to unzip is pants. “Oh, it’s going to be better than that,” I said, climbing to my feet. Everything felt tight around me as the magic ran through my body. Turning around I smiled at him and thrust my crotch at him. The zipper of my pants was starting to pop. Fred’s eyes looked me over, going a little wide as they focused on my breasts. “You’re growing,” he said. I giggled. “In more ways than one,” I told him, pulling at the button on my jeans. The pressure from my full hips and ass made it just a bit too hard to open. With a grunt I pulled hard, popping the button and making the zipper rush down. My brand new cock strained at my purple panties, bouncing in the tight fabric now that it had some freedom. My boyfriend looked down and let out a gasp. “What the hell?” Pulling my shirt off, I threw it away, then stepped out of my pants. I tugged at my bra as I stuck a pose for him, smiling happily as my breasts and cock continued to grow. I could feel my large balls start to press back over my very wet cunt. He looked at me dumbfounded before a small smile spread over his face. “What did you do?” he asked, reaching up and simply ripping my bra off, my large breasts bouncing free, now twice their normal size and still growing. “Got a nice necklace,” I said, touching it as it rested between my breasts. “I see,” he replied, reaching up to start to rub my breasts. I felt a chill rush though my body as my cock rushed to its full size, though that was changing. The fabric that encased it started to pull and creak, then with a sudden surge ripped free allowing my erection to bounce free and slap against my belly. Fred looked down at my growing shaft and gulped. “You’re almost bigger than I am,” he said. “I’m not done yet,” I said, running my hands down to rub his own hard cock, pulling it free of his boxers. My shaft started sliding up my belly to rub the bottom of my growing breasts. At the same time my balls rested against my hips. He let out a soft gasp then reached down to stroke up under my balls, bringing a gasp from me as he touched my soaked twat. “Oh, you’re a herm, even better!” I smiled and kissed him, our cocks rubbing against each other as my breasts pushed us apart. I was larger then his sixteen inches and still growing larger. My breasts were huge now, the nipples pressing out a few inches as my balls hung lower and lower. Finally my chest pushed us far enough apart to break the kiss. Fred looked me over as my cock head slipped up over the top of my chest, itself somewhere around triple-Z. I took a step back and reached down to feel my balls, each one the size of a basketball to match my breasts. Fred smiled and started to shrug off his clothing. “I can’t wait to fuck you,” he said. I shook my head and let my cock fall down to bounce at full mast, thick and arching so far in front of me I couldn’t reach the tip. “Oh no hon, I’m going to be the one fucking you!” I said with a smile, feel the changes come to a stop. The big horse pulled back and looked at me then at my huge cock. “But… would it even fit? You’re bigger than anyone I’ve had.” Smirking I started to stroke my cock, as much as I could reach of it. “I knew you had been fucked. No virgin ass looks like that. Don’t worry hon, it will fit. What would the fun be if it didn’t?” I asked. He blushed and nodded his head. That was one piece of information I had been trying to get out of him for over a year. “You’re so much bigger than they were,” he said. I nodded and touched the necklace, licking my lips as he pulled off the last of his clothing. I felt fantastic and very horny. My figure was perfect with wide hips and a thin waist, just with a huge cock. As soon as he had the last of his clothing off I grabbed him and pulled him back to me, kissing him as much as I could with my breasts between us. He kissed me in return, rubbing my breasts and teasing the nipple, each one the size of a normal man’s cock. He started to stroke my cock, spreading the precum over the length of the huge shaft. I broke the kiss, letting out a cry of pleasure. It wasn’t like anything I had felt before but it was also so very right. My juices had soaked the back of my heavy balls and legs. Fred pulled back, shivering a bit and licking his lips. “Oh, I do want that up inside of me.” “On your knees,” I whispered. He flicked his ears back and smiled, kissing the blunt tip of my cock. Then he turned around and dropped to the floor, resting his head and arms on the couch. He lifted his hair, flicking at me and showing off his puckered and stretched ass. I came up behind him and rubbed the tip of my cock against his ass. He was just a little too far away from me to grab his hips, but that wouldn’t last much longer. I twisted my cock a bit, smearing pre around his ass, watching it start to flex and pull open. The stallion whimpered softly. “That tingles.” “Good,” I said, then started to press my cock inside of him. There was a moment of resistance then his ass parted, pulling tight around the head of my cock as I slipped inside. He let out a cry of pleasure and bucked under me, his tail flying about as his cock slapped at his belly. “You feel so good,” he said, panting hard. I reached out finally able to grab his hips as I worked more of my length inside of him. I bottomed out when I had half my length inside of him. “You’re a real tight mare,” I said, starting to thrust. Fred glanced back at let out a soft whinny, lowering his head and lifting his ass a bit more. “Fuck your mare.” I started to fuck him for real, pounding my cock against his ass as my balls swung around and slaps against his legs. I finally had to spread my legs and shove the fat sack back behind them so I had room to get a really good run at him. With each thrusts I sank it a little bit deeper. He whimpered and cried with each thrust, his body twisting under me and he pawed at the couch. I leaned down so my breasts rested on his back, the heavy weights of the round flesh causing him to arch his back. With one last thrust I felt my hips pressed against his, every inch of my cock deep inside of his ass. He was stretched tight around me and was letting out the familiar moan of pleasure I knew so well, though it usually came from him fucking me. “You like that?” I asked in a soft voice as I leaned over his back as best I could, my tail flicking behind me as I held myself in place, allowing him a bit of time to get used to being my sheath. Fred nodded, enable to anything. One hand had slipped down under his body to start to stroke his own cock. Smiling I started to fuck him. I wasn’t going easy like I had before, this time it was all about giving us both pleasure. I held onto his hips as tight as I could, my body shaking with each thrust, my hips slamming into his and sending his chest sliding over the couch. My huge balls here rolling around in my tight sack, the balls churning with seed, gallons of it, all waiting for the right moment to rush free and fill my little mare. I continued to pick up speed, gasping and moaning, enjoying ever jolt of pleasure that ran through my body. I pulled at the fur on his hips, my ears falling back as my tail flicking in excitement. Finally I couldn’t hold myself back. I thrust my cock in as deep as it could go and let out a long cry as I finally came. I felt the cum rush through my body, swelling my cock and gushing into Fred like a fire hose. At the same moment I felt my pussy gushing as it joined my cock in orgasm. Fred let out a cry under me, his own cock slapping at his belly as he started to cum. I held tightly to him as my cock pumped gallon after gallon into him, bloating out his belly until he looked pregnant. My orgasm lasted much longer then his, but when it was done I fell onto him, my breasts landing on his back. My boyfriend panted and shook out his head. “I feel like I’m going to pop,” he whimpered. I pulled my softening cock free of him, sending a huge gush of cum spurting out over my legs. “it will pass soon enough,” I said, watching my cock slip back into my sheath, still larger then he was when erect. My boyfriend slowly turned his head to look at me, the cum pooling under him. “How long will you be like this?” I smiled, touching the necklace. “As long as I want to be.” The stallion slipped of the couch and sat in the growing pool of cum as more of it ran out of his wide open ass. “Never take it off,” he said. “You’ll have to stay the mare,” I told him, touching his nose. His eyes twinkled with a large smile. “That would be just fine.” I never did take the necklace off, though I did get one for him. The wedding was fantastic, and neither one of us wore white.

Furry Fun

Tue, 24 Jun 2008 00:00:00 +0000

Yummy Date

Tue, 22 Apr 2008 00:00:00 +0000

“Can I have this dance?” an unexpected voice asked, cutting through the pounding music and flashing lights of the club. I looked up from my drink, the third of the night, and into the eyes of a rather pretty kangaroo morph with a nice rack. She was bouncing on her long legs which sent her obviously unrestrained breasts dancing under the tight shirt. She smiled down at me the collection of rings in her ears jingle in time to the music. “I’m sorry, I’m not a guy,” I said, the flashing lights seem to have an effect on my gray fur that made everyone think I was a guy. I was about ready to just leave the club and head home, if I could find a cab. I was a little too tippy to drive my own car. The ‘roo giggled a bit and sat down next to be, pushing me over in the booth. “I can see that hon, no guy has breasts as nice as those,” she said, poking me right in the nipple A blushed crossed over my cheeks as I lowered my ears. “Thank you. It’s nice to not be mistaken for a drag queen.” She smiled and brushed her hands over my hair, pushing it up and out of my eyes. “You just need a little bit better makeup, the stuff you have looks way to heavy in this light, and it’s matting your fur. You have pretty eyes. I’ve never seen them that color before.” “Thank you,” I said in a soft voice. The ‘roo laughed and shook her head. “And you’re shy too! I’m Sara, what’s your name?” “Cleo,” I replied, my eyes flicking up to hers. She had very pretty brown eyes that looked back at me with a twinkle in the middle of them. “A pretty name for a pretty mouse,” she said, one hand under my chin, lifting my head slight. Her head came down and her lips pressed with mine. I pulled back for a second, and she didn’t hold me in place, and then leaned back in, kissing her in return. She pressed closer to me, her lips parting and her tongue brushing my teeth. I allowed my tongue to slip free and wrap with hers as we leaned together into the kiss. We pulled back and she smiled at me, I smiled in return. “I would love to dance,” I told her. Sara smiled and took my hand firmly in hers. “Then let’s go!” She pulled me out of the booth. I paused only to grab my drink and throw the rest of it down, and then we were on the dance floor. The music pounded around us, the lights swishing around in the air shining off the bodies of the other people crowding the dance floor. We made our way to the center of the floor then she spun around to face me. I pressed up close as the heat of all the people made my skin prickle. She wrapped her arms around me, her hands dropping down to grab at my ass, my own hands did the same, stroking around the base of her thick tail. The music grew around us as we started to move, our bodies starting out against each other but soon we fell into time. We pressed close to each other, our breasts meeting through our clothing as my nose pressed in under her chin. As the music grew strong she started to bounce as we moved, swinging me around her body as the other people on the dance floor pressed close. She dropped her head down to look at me and I kissed her this time. Her hands slipped up to my shoulders, holding me close as we moved to the music, her ears held back and her eyes half closed. Our lips parted at the music slowed down and the lights faded around the dance floor. We pulled apart slightly and shared a knowing smile. I pressed as close to her as I could, my hands wrapping close around her back as I licked the fur on her neck. Sara ran her hands through my red hair, stroking through the strands and teasing the back of my ears. We stayed close together as the music grew faster again. We had found a place between each other and were dancing to our own music. Even as it grew louder and faster we stayed in our slow familiar rhythm, sometimes adjusting position, sometimes kissing, but always staying together. Finally Sara pulled away from me and smiled as she looked around the club. I looked around as well as saw that everyone around us had changed. My feet also ached from standing so long. “How long have we been dancing?” I asked. The kangaroo giggled softly and licked her lips. “About an hour.” “Wow, I’ve never done that before,” I said with a soft whisper. She smiled and flicked her ears back. “Nor have I. Want to get out of here, head back to my place?” I returned her smile then leaned up to kiss her. “I would love to,” I said, and meant every word of it. Sara took my hand and we walked back to my table. I collected my jacket and my purse and we left the club. The cold night air sent a chill over my body and made my nipples stand out through my bra and shirt. The same was true of Sara’s fat nipple. “Can you drive? I’m a bit too drunk?” “I’m a couple blocks away,” she replied and started down the street, her tail bouncing with each step, than thick tip nearly touching the ground. As we walked the cold night air helped me clear my head of the haze of the club and the alcohol. I started to have a few second thoughts about a one night stand with a woman I hardly knew, even more as I didn’t normally go for pussy, but I was in the mood. With a relaxed motion I took my phone out of my purse and sent a text to a friend, including a picture of Sara’s well shaped behind. A few moments later I got a very positive response. Giggling I put the phone away as we walked into the parking lot of an apartment building. We started up the stairs to the third floor. As we neared the top she started to take them two at a time, her natural bounciness taking over. I managed to keep up with her, but it was only at the door to her apartment. She had it open in a moment then we stepped inside. Closing the door she took me by the hand and walked back to her bedroom. It was large with a king sized bed and a wall full of pictures. Once inside she let go and smiled at me. “Want a drink?” “No,” I said, dropping my jacket to the floor and pulling my shirt off over my head. Sara smiled at this and grabbed my breasts in her hands, rubbing them through the plain white bra. “If you wear sexy panties you’ll feel sexy,” she said. I giggled and shook my head. “The lacey things pull at my fur.” “You can find ones that don’t,” she said pulling back and taking her own shirt off. Her breasts bounced free against her chest, larger then I had first suspected. She was at least double my side. Her nipples hard and stuck out nearly an inch and was about half as thick. I could easily see the dimples of her milk ducts pucking the top of them. I leaned down and took one of the inviting nipples into my muzzle, sucking softly on it as I teased it with the tip of my tongue. At the same time Sara reached down and unhooked my bra then slowly took it off me one arm at a time. My hands ran down her back to stroke at the top of her pants right over her large tail. I opened the button in the back, and then slipped my hands around to the front, undoing the button there and pulling down the zipper. With a flump of falling fabric her pants fell away and reviled a pair of pink panties with red hearts on them. Pulling her nipple free of my lips I leaned back and giggled. “Those are so cute!” I said, reaching a hand down to rub her crotch, the fabric was rather wet. Sara blushed and covered her face. “Sexy panties make me feel sexy, cute panties make me feel cute,” she said. I nodded and took a step back, wiggling my way out of my own pants before kicking them off. My panties were the same bland white as my bra, but the front of them was soaked through with my juices. I hooked my fingers in the waistband and pulled them down, giving her a perfect view of my sex. The kangaroo smiled and licked her lips. “Now that is the perfect pussy for a perfect mouse, come here,” she said, then pulled me to her, kissing me firmly for a moment before turning me around and throwing me down onto the bed. I landed on my back, bouncing a bit and catching my tail. Wiggling back slightly I got my tail free then spread my legs. She crawled onto the bed, moving slowly over the fabric with a smile on her long muzzle. Then without a word she rushed forward her head giving down between my legs. Her nose rubbed at my clitoris as her tongue flicked out to part my neither lips. I cried out at the suddenness of her attention, which then grew as her long tongue started to work around inside of me. She knew exactly what she was doing as her tongue touched and twisted in placed that very few reached so early. One hand was stroking at my hips while the other slipped up under her tongue to stroke just inside of my twat. Biting my lip I reached down to hold her head, stroking over her long ears and teasing her earrings. With my other hand I started to rub my own breasts, rolling and teasing the flesh in time with her talented tongue. In what hardly seemed like any time at I was fell over the edge. Letting out a low cry my body tensed up as the rush of an orgasm crashed down over my body. My pussy clenched around her tongue as my juices gushed out over her face. Sara held herself in place until the rush had past then slowly pulled away, licking a few times to catch a few more drops. She climbed up over me, kissing along the fur of my belly, up between my breasts then kissing me full on the lips. I wrapped my arms around her, our nipples rubbing together as did our tongues. Her body trapped my hand between us so I started to stroke my way down the fur of her belly with aims to get to her pussy. I was brought up short when my fingers slipped into something under her belly button. The kangaroo burst into a giggle fit as she pulled away from me. “That tickles,” she said between laughs. Looking down I saw that my fingers had slipped down inside of her pouch. It was warm and clean around my fingers. I wiggled them a bit and pressed down, but I didn’t get very far inside. She laughed again and batted at my breasts. “Stop that! It tickles!” I pulled free and stroked my finger over the lip of the pouch. “I thought it would be deeper,” I said. Sara smiled a bit and shook her head. “It stays tight when I’m not pregnant, otherwise it can get dirty. “That makes sense,” I replied, kissing her this time as my hand slipped under her panties to finger at her very wet sex. She wiggled in response as I teased and twisted, our tongues working together as one. She started to grind herself against my hand, rocking against it as she worked her breasts over mine as we continued to kiss. Her hands reached up to rub at my breasts, working a thumb over each nipple. We started to move in time again, our tongues, her hands and my fingers. I would tease her then she would tease me in return. Soon we shifted a bit so I could work more fingers against her as she curved her thick tail down and slipped it between my legs. The thick width and rough fur sending new jolts of pleasure though my body. I started to grind at her tail as I worked more fingers inside of her, twisting my paws as I stroked around in every place I could reach, inside and out. Started began to buck in return, which was added to as my other hand moved up to start rubbing and teasing her full breasts. Then it was her turn to go over the edge. She seemed to go limp under me for a moment then threw her head back and screamed. Her cunny pulled tight around my paws as her juices gushed like a fountain soaking my fur, her panties, and even down over my belly. Finally she dropped down over me and broke the kiss, gasping in excitement. “Oh gods, that was fantastic.” I smiled and licked at her cheek. “I agree,” I replied. The kangaroo rolled off of me and snuggled up on the bed. She pressed her nose against my neck and licked at the fur. “I would love to eat you all up,” she said as she regained her breath. “I don’t see why you wouldn’t,” I said, licking at her ear. She lifted her head and smiled at me. “No dear, I mean actually eat you. You taste wonderful and I would love to have you all. Every single bite.” I turned my head slightly. “Could you do that? I mean, really do that?” Sara blushed deeply and nodded her head. “I have a bit of magic. I can do it if I like.” Gulping I looked at the kangaroo in a new light, suddenly very worried about my safety. “I see.” She blushed a bit and smiled. “Oh, it won’t be permanent. You’ll be reformed in a couple of day, all good as new, and maybe a bit healthier.” “You’ve done it before?” “Yes, though I would rather spend the time with you.” I blushed a bit and looked down over her tight body with hardly any fat, but there was the hint of stretch marks under the fur. I looked back up and leaned in, kissing her again. “I think I would like to spend a lot more time with you. I think it would be fun to start inside,” I said, running my finger down her neck to her belly. “Really?” she asked in surprise. I nodded. “Really.” A smile crossed Sara’s face as her ears perked up very high. “Thank you,” she said, kissing my nose and then she rolled of the bed. She crouched on her knees at the edge of the bed and motioned for me to lie down in front of her. I moved over the bed and pressed my nose to hers. “I’m ready,” I said. It wasn’t true but I was willing to give it a try. She reached up and took my earrings from my ears, setting them on the night stand. She then kissed me again. “Take a deep breath,” she said, then started to open her mouth. Her jaw stretched wide, dislocating like a snake as her maw filled my vision. Taking in a deep breath I moved forward, pressing my head into her mouth. It fit in so very easily, her breath hot over my fur. She closed her muzzle, her lips pressing over my head and her nose against my shoulders. I felt her hands stroking over my shoulders, then a moment later she swallowed. I slid without any problem, my head searching out her throat as my shoulders pressed into her muzzle. I kicked a little bit, but didn’t truly fight. Her hands stroked my side as she gulps again and I felt myself siding even deeper inside. I could even feel her tongue playing over my breasts. Her hands gripped at my hips and I felt myself start to move, my legs lifting into the air as she held me above her. The next swallow was a big one; bringing her lips up even with my ass and the base of my tail. Her tongue teased at my cunt. I shook a bit as she teased my sex with a few well placed flicks of her talented tongue. I wiggled at the teasing, gasping out a little bit of the air I was holding in my lungs. She must have felt this as she swallowed once more, taking me up to my knees, her hands reaching up to tease my feet. Kicking my feet I felt my head popped free of her throat and into her stomach. It was warm around my face and hair, a strange tingling that teased over my fur and down to my skin. The hands on my feet started to push as she swallowed one more time. More of my body pressed into her stomach as my toes slipped past her lips and down her throat. A second swallow followed, sending my body down inside of her as I curled up into her belly. The walls were tight around me and the acids were warm against my fur, and growing warmer. Sara gulped one last time and I felt a rush of hair rush over me. I took in a deep breath smell the acid that was all around me. “You okay in there?” she asked, patting her belly and me through it. I nodded my head and nuzzled at her hand through her tight skin. “See you in a couple of days,” she told me as I felt her lay down on the bed. I nodded and curled up tighter, feeling very warm. The air was growing thin but it was peaceful, and I knew she would bring me back. I never thought being eaten alive would feel so nice, but it did. Then letting out a soft gasp I felt nothing else but the enjoyment of being part of her, at least for a short time.

Getting up Close...

Tue, 15 Apr 2008 00:00:00 +0000

I was relaxing on the couch, dressed only in my pajama bottoms, when Theo walked into the living room. He was still rubbing the sleep from his eyes, his mane matted on one side and his tail hanging on the floor. He was only in my pajama tops, which looked silly on him. Not only was it smaller than his frame, the blue contrasted with his tan fur, and it hardly reached the slight curve of his belly. “Good morning,” I said as he walked past me, muttering a bit. I leaned over the edge of the couch, letting my breasts dangle slightly, and watched him get a cup of coffee. He was useless in the morning without it so I always had a pot on for him. I had picked up a taste for it as well, and a glass was cooling on the coffee table. My lion turned around and walked to the couch, dropping down next to me, one paw landing right on my ass. I pushed back at it a bit as he rubbed my rump through the thin fabric. “Last night was nice,” he said as he took a long drink of the coffee, licking his lips as he gulped it down. He held himself for a moment, letting it warm him before he final let out a low purr. “Yes it was,” I said, turning back around and sitting next to him, then pressing up to his side. My tail flicked out between us and rested on his lap. He moved one hand down to touch the bare skin then leaned over to kiss me. We had been married for three years, but still acted like we were on our honeymoon; I guess that wasn’t that far from the truth as we were always finding new ways to have a good time. He took another drink of coffee then set the glass down on the table. “How did you learn that little trick anyways?” I giggled a bit. “Oh, I found a magic book in the second hand shop, it was exactly the sort that I can do so I bought it,” I replied. A small smile slipped over his muzzle as his ears perked up. He reached up and ran his hands though his mane, working the matted fur free. “If you can do it so could I,” he said in a soft voice. He was right, we did have the same basic magic. It was how we meet in the first place, back in college. Leaning forward I nosed under his chin. “And what would you do if you had the book?” I teased, licking lightly at the fur. He turned his head a bit and chuckled. “I’m sure I can think of something,” he said, dropping a hand down to rub over my side. I slipped behind his back and pulled him a bit closer. My lion shifted a bit against me and smiled a bit. “I should get dressed. It might be Sunday but I have things I have to do,” he said before giving me a kiss on the nose and pulling away. I smiled a bit at this and tugged at his clothing. “You might want to give me my top back.” There was a few moments pause as he looked down at the blue top hanging from his shoulders, then back at me. “I don’t know, I think you look nice with your tits out.” Laughing I rolled my eyes and leaned back on the couch, thrusting my chest out at him. Theo smiled at me and pulled the top off, throwing it to me. I plucked it out of the air then pulled it over my shoulders, giving it a bit of a tug to make sure it was in place, but didn’t bother to button it up. Putting the coffee cups away I followed after him, watching as he slipped into the shower. I debated going after him, but decided against it. If I popped into the shower with him neither one of us would get clean before the hot water ran out, which was always a pain for us both. Instead I gathered up the magic book and set it on the bed for him, along with a clean shirt and his jeans. Buttoning up my shirt I went back into the kitchen and got another cup of coffee, listening to the shower run. I thought about making something to eat for breakfast but wasn’t really in the mood for it all. I finally just dropped back on the couch and relaxed with the TV, not that anything was on. Finally I heard the shower turn off and a few moment later the built in dryers turn on. Knowing that he would be out in a few minutes I poured him a fresh cup of coffee and set it on the table next to mine. It took longer than I expected for him to return, and when he did so he was only half dressed, wearing just his shirt with his jeans over his shoulder. His nose was buried in the magic book and his ears were perked up, the small stud he had in each ear twinkling in the light. “Enjoying it?” I asked with a smile, holding up the coffee cup. He sat down, dropping his pants on the floor and picking up the cup. “This is very interesting. Pretty simple really, never thought transformation magic could be so basic,” he said, drinking the coffee. “Don’t waste your time with it now. Don’t you have to get going?” He looked up patted me, a smile on his muzzle his mane sparkling with summoned magic. “Well there is a small problem.” I tilted my head to the side, my ears falling back slightly. “What’s that?” Theo leaned down and kissed me firmly on the lips. As our tongues touched I felt a spark of magic rushing over me, bouncing over my fur and whiskers, bouncing back and forth over my body. Relaxing out of the kiss I pulled back to look at him, feeling my fur tingle with the power. “Eager to try it out are you?” I asked, reaching down to rub at his sheath. He nodded his head, smirking a bit. “Well yes, it is pretty easy. And I’m out of briefs,” he said with a soft purr. I tilted my head a bit, the feeling of magic growing over my body. “Really? Did you check in the dryer?” I asked, still rubbing his sheath, feeling it swelling under my touch, at the same time I was starting to shrink a bit. “I did dear, but I found a perfect replacement,” he said. Giggling a bit I pulled my top of, throwing it to the side. “Oh, I can’t wait to be that close to you. Holding your balls all nice and close, warm and tight around you,” I licked my lips a bit at the thought. “Though clean yourself, no skid marks on me!” I said, pressing my hands at him. I pulled them back to look at them, watching as they started to flatted, taking on the white color of cotton. Smirking a bit my lion kissed my forehead. “Of course, but can’t help any drops that might slip out, and lots of pre if you’re that close,” he smiled to me as I leaned up and kissed him back then he pulled away, licking his lips. “You taste like socks” I giggled and ran my flat hands over his face; my whole body was starting to feel strange. Looking down I saw that my chest was now flat and the fur was pulling back into my body. With a wiggle of my hips I shook the rest of my pajamas off, letting them pool at the floor. I was eye level with his belly button now. Theo reached down and ran his hands over my shoulders and head. The pressure was enough to push part of my head in, air rushing from my muzzle. Shaking my head out I tried to get it back into place but I just found I couldn’t move. “You look so sexy,” he said. I tried to thank him but I found my voice was gone. A moment later I felt my legs start to flatten out and I crumpled to the ground in a heap of fabric. My arms and legs started to twist around my face flattening out, my mouth becoming the Y-front face inwards to the best part of him. My chest reformed to be the part that went though his legs. My arms became the waist band and my legs the back. There was a final gasp of air as the changes finished and I was left as just a pair of white briefs Oddly I could still see, both inside and outside of myself at the same time. I could still feel as well as he picked me up in his fingers and stretched me in front of him. “Very nice,” he said. A moment later he walked back into the bathroom and held me up before the mirror. As briefs went I was pretty plain, just white cotton. The only color was on the waistband, in the form of my name in purple letters, like it was a brand name. I could see a tag stitched to the back of the waistband, right above the tail hole, but I couldn’t see what it said. Theo flicked me out and lowered be down to the floor. He carefully stepped inside of me and pulled me up his legs, feeding his tail though the hole in the back. As he pulled me tight up to his body I felt his cock and balls press up against my face, warm and soft. He let out a groan and reached down to rub his crotch through me, his cock already starting to swell and poke against me. I tried to press back, but I really couldn’t do a thing being just fabric now. Instead I just had to be satisfied with the feeling of his cock sliding to his full length against my new body. Now that he was fully erect he grabbed himself through me. The twin feeling of his hand and cock sent a warm flush through my flat body. Pre-cum was leaking from his pointed tip and it felt so strange as it soaked into my body. Theo walked back into the bedroom dropped down on the bed. He keep rubbing himself through me as his other hand slipped up the leg hole and started to rub his fat balls. He let out a low growl grabbing himself tightly and wiggling himself so the tip of his cock rubbed over my fabric, leaving a trail of pre over the martial. I wanted to shiver or moan, but there wasn’t much a pair of briefs can do. Instead I just had to be content with the feeling of his cock moving and twisting against me. The more pre that soaked into my fabric the more I could taste it, even if I didn’t have a touch. Even the scent of his freshly washed fur frilled me. “Gods,” he said with a growl, his balls starting to pull tight to his body as he pre started to dry up. A moment later his cock bucked as he came, blasting a thick load of his cum right into my fabric face. The taste was fantastic and the feeling of the wetness soaking into my body made me want to cry out in joy. Panting he pulled his paws away, a few final jets of seed leaking from his shaft. “You feel so nice around my cock,” he said in a soft growl, snapping my waistband. I found the statement so very delightful. Standing up he walked back to the living room and picked up the book, flipping through the pages. “Oh, this is important!” he said with a laugh, his sheath twitching. My first reaction was to ask what, but I couldn’t speak. He reached down into me and scratched his ass with his claws, one catching at my tag. He paused when he felt it and slowly worked the claw free. “Looks like you’ll turn back this evening as long as I don’t tear you.” That was good news, as fun as it was to be cradling his cock, I would much rather be sucking it. Patting his equipment through me he chuckled “Guess you get to be up close with your favorite part of me all day.”

Something Fun and New

Tue, 15 Apr 2008 00:00:00 +0000

This is something both a bit different and a bit special. My next story features a friend of mine and is inspired by his art (which you can find at Fur Affinity. An account is needed to see the adult stuff). His bimbo pictures were just so much fun I had to write a story where it happens to me. I hope you all enjoy this little fan wank of mine. I might do more in the future!

Lovely in Lavender

Fri, 22 Feb 2008 00:00:00 +0000

She gripped the giant tightly as the deluge soaked them from above and below. Even going slow, the wheels spun muddy cold water on their legs and arms, and the heavy rain drops pounded on their helmets. Panther was scared. Bear was worried. What had started out as a spring Saturday ride was now a race for their lives.

Bear had spent every spare minute the week before cleaning and polishing his ‘98 Fat Boy. He maneuvered every conversation at the Barracks round to the bike, and he knew almost every item on the shelves at the local Harley dealer. Bear was in love again.

Something Special for Christmas

Wed, 09 Jan 2008 00:00:00 +0000

I was nervous, nervous and horny at the same time. I could hardly keep my paws to myself as I was clearing myself in the shower. I found myself rubbing my breasts a few times as the water teased over my body. I finally pulled myself out of the shower when the water turned cold. I hurried to dry off my fur, there wasn’t much time left until Greg arrived and I had to be ready for him.

Becoming Trash

Tue, 11 Dec 2007 00:00:00 +0000

I was sitting at my computer when Hank came up to me, wrapping his arms around my chest and pressing his muzzle against the back of my ears. His breath was warm on my fur & teased my ears. His arms were strong, held tight under my chest and he had the smell of trash lingering over him. No surprise as he was a garbage man. It was how we met in fact.

Lunch Break

Tue, 11 Dec 2007 00:00:00 +0000

As silly as it was, it felt like he right choice to go to the local mall for my dinner. It had been a number of days since I had anything at all to eat, so I was starting to get a little peckish. Even the thought of food made my stomach start to rumble in anticipation. I placed a hand over it and smiled. “Soon enough,” I said in a whisper as I walked towards the food court.

Model Mouse

Tue, 11 Dec 2007 00:00:00 +0000

The mall was empty for a Saturday, it seemed like everyone else had something better to do with there time. Of course I was in one of the smaller corners of the mall, it was never that busy, but today it was like it was closed.

I crossed my arms and walked to the small storefront in the back corner. Behind the glass was a collection of mannequins, each one a different species and in a different outfit. There was a vixen, a lioness and a raccoon, but not a single mouse. Sticking my tongue out, I copied the pose of one of the plastic women, then giggled. “I wouldn’t be much of a model,” I said to myself, turning around to walk away.

Something Special

Tue, 11 Dec 2007 00:00:00 +0000

Rusty surprised me when I came home; he was waiting just past the door of the apartment, leaning against the far wall with a black trash bag in his hand. After a long day of work that was the end of a long week of work seeing my wolf holding that was just the thing to brighten me up. It meant he had plans for the long weekend, the kind of plans that made me giddy just by looking at him.

Bound Fur

Wed, 14 Mar 2007 00:00:00 +0000

Hi, this is my first time submitting anything. i hope it makes the cut.

It was a great day for a walk. Sarnie certainly thought so anyway. The brown eyed and furred bobcat was walking down a dusty trail. So dusty she had to stop once in awhile to brush dust off her blue tank top and shorts. Despite having to dust herself off a lot she was enjoying her walk.

Kitty Doll

Thu, 01 Feb 2007 00:00:00 +0000

My name is Linda Soft. At least, that is my maiden name. I am a woman, and I am a cat. My world is just like yours; only cats have evolved into people, rather then apes. The story I am about to tell you describes a very erotic day that changed my life forever.

Volume One Chapter One: “A Sexy Relationship”

I am petite at about 5'4". I am in my late twenties with a fantastic body. My fur is pure white, from head to toe. I have long blond hair, reaching down my back. I also have a blond patch of fur below my waist, if you know what I mean. My tail is long, white and slender. I have small sharp claws at the tips of my fingers and toes, but they have no real purpose, just a part of the feline heritage. I find them useful for tearing the plastic wrapping off of new CDs. I have a very curvy shape, with a pair of unusually large round breasts. A woman with my body is a rare find.

Changed Perspective

Tue, 19 Dec 2006 00:00:00 +0000

Changed Perspective (furry) He had given me a present a year earlier for our anniversary. It was a simple enough looking bracelet. My husband had told me that it had the power to turn the wearer into whatever the next person that looked into the wearer’s eyes wanted. Let’s just say that that idea was REALLY far fetched, but I’ve learned over time that my husband, when being serious, is always right. My husband told me that all I had to do was put the bracelet on and make sure that he was the next person to look at me. He told me it was a bit of an experiment, he didn’t even know what he wanted, he explained, “But the bracelet will know”. Well needless to say I was afraid. Not afraid of the bracelet itself, but afraid of finding out that I was not exactly what my husband wanted. I’m a realistic person, and I know I’m not perfect, but deep inside of me I wanted to put on the bracelet, and have him look in my eyes, and nothing would change. Finally a year later, I had worked up the nerve to try it, but I knew I would need a little help. I would bind myself to the bed, spread eagle, and wait for him to come home. I would set myself up hours before he was supposed to come home so that I would not be as nervous as I would be if he was due home any minute. I would put the bracelet on and be stuck in it. I got started early in the morning, eating a good breakfast and getting myself and all the stuff I would need ready. I loved self bondage, and my husband was getting used to finding me tied up helpless at least once a month. I always tied myself in a position so that my entrances were vulnerable. Today would be no different. I always set up a release mechanism just in case. Normally this was a small bucket of ice sitting on the floor with my release keys frozen in it. The key was tied by a string, to the bedpost or somewhere near my hands so that once it was thawed I could haul up the key and release myself. More than once I had spent extra hours in bondage, replaying in my mind the answering machine message from my husband saying that he would be late from work. But never had I gotten a chance to use my key. I took a shower, shaving every inch of my body from my nose down to my toes, and then put lotion all over my body to make my skin extra soft. My body was now fully hairless, even the peach fuzz that covers normal skin, the only hair left was my scalp hair, and my eyebrows. I set the heat in the house a tad warmer, being winter, and being that I would be naked for hours. I straightened out the bed sheets, and laid out on the bed the objects I would need later. On a whim, I picked up my wrist and ankle cuffs and put them on early. They where fuzzy on the inside, leather on the outside, and felt tight and conforming on my skin, just the thing I needed to keep me in the mood through lunch. I checked over the safety list in my head and decided my supplies were good. I went downstairs and had myself a good solid lunch that would last me a while. Tuna fish salad sandwiches always seem to hold me for a long time. Wearing pajamas, I checked the doors and windows to make sure everything was locked. I checked the heater to make sure that it had turned off at a good temperature. Everything looked good so I started my way upstairs to start. Stripping naked, I added some more lotion to my skin to protect against razor burn. I walked to the mirror to enjoy the look of my mostly hairless body. The black leather cuffs with their chromed D rings where a stark contrast to my light colored skin, but I needed something more. I went to my drawer and pulled out a collar that we had bought a long time back that had “pet” embroidered on it. Checking the mirror again, the black leather collar matched the cuffs perfectly and added an extra look of submission. Back to the bed, I attached the ropes I would need on each of the bed posts, and laid my penis gag next to the pillow. Knowing I still had a trip downstairs to make, I took out my largest butt plug and, with a little help from some lubricant, slid the vibrating butt plug in. This was a great toy; it had all of its electronics internal so there were no hanging wires to get in the way. Under a latex protective cover was a switch that was just on or off, but the great thing was that the vibrator had a mind of its own, turning on and off randomly. I turned on the switch, and a powerful quick buzz followed letting me know it was working. My knees buckled from the sudden jolt. It was time to go downstairs and get my ice bucket from the freezer. Risking being seen, just for an extra thrill, I went downstairs as I was, not covering up. I ran past the front bay window into the kitchen, not daring to look outside. I grabbed my ice fast, and ran back upstairs, grinning madly from my daring little stunt of exhibitionism. I attached the other side of the frozen key’s string to the bedpost near my hand and sat down in the middle of the bed. I tied my feet to their posts. I laid back and pulled myself up in the bed as far as I could with my ankles bound. I picked up the penis gag and placed it in my mouth, attaching it behind my head with its buckle. My favorite gag for use with my husband, it had a latex flap that covered my lower face so I can barely get any noise out as he is bringing me to multiple orgasms. Now I was starting to get a little nervous. I pulled open the drawer again, and grabbed the box for the bracelet that my husband had given to me. I put on the bracelet with a resounding click, and placed its box between my shins on the bed so my husband would see it right away. Lastly I picked up my two locks off the bedside stand and locked my right wrist to the post. Trying to think of any last problems that might arise I laid there with my fingers clenching the last lock in place but not closed. This was my last shot to think of… BZZZZZZZ….. CLICK…. Damn, I had totally forgotten about the butt plug. It surprised me so bad that I clenched closed the last lock. Well this is what I wanted anyways. The excitement of the buzzing plug, the sudden unexpected captivity, thoughts of what might happen tonight, I was really excited. Just as I was coming close to climax though, the vibrator did its job, and shut off, leaving me excited, panting, and writhing my hips. Trying my best the press the toy deeper into me. I was careful not to writhe too much though, as my wrist and ankle ropes were on a ratcheting mechanism that pulls slightly on the rope and takes up any slack provided to it. This meant that the more I struggled the tighter the ropes would get. This was a nice addition to my bondage because it kept me ever wary of my bondage, and when my husband would finally come home and use me, every thrust of his body against mine would tighten my bondage slightly until the end, when I could not move an inch. Luckily though, the mechanism that keeps the ropes tight can not pull the bonds tighter than my body can stretch, it can only take up slack. As I started to calm down from the initial shock, my favorite part of bondage started to flow into my mind. I started to daydream about all the things that could go wrong (or right). Normally I would daydream about a burglar, or a neighborhood teenager breaking in and teasing me, then using me for their pleasure. Every once in a rare while my mind would get away from me and I would daydream that they would call all their friends over to play with me, or I would dream that they would bind me tight and carry me out of the house, throw me in the trunk, and take me home as their new toy. But today was different. Today I had other things to dream about. I started to think about what the bracelet would do. Was the bracelet just figurative, a kind of roll playing incentive? Would it change me into a buxom blond with huge tits, would it be permanent? Would the bracelet affect my mind? Did my husband want a mindless sex slave to fuck and to clean the house only dressed in skimpy clothes. What if the wrong person came into the room first? What if my husband brought home one of his friends, who saw me on the way to use the bathroom. What would I become then!? Oh well, to late to change my mind now! Well I had plenty of time to think about it, so I focused myself on thinking up a good daydream. I started to think about what would happen if … BZZZZZZ… and I squeaked into my gag. Damn that vibrator. It only buzzed for about a second this time, but then there came another noise, a thump downstairs. My mind raced; what could it be. I suddenly remembered my running downstairs in bondage. What if someone saw me? What if someone noticed me carrying the ice bucket and knew what it was. What if someone was coming upstairs right now? What would they think when they looked into my eyes and saw me change into their wildest dream! No matter what happens I’ll keep my eyes shut I thought, but all the time getting wetter and hotter, thinking of the possibilities. A couple minutes of silence later and… BZZZZZZ… This time it stayed on for a while. I preyed silently that it would stop, but my hips ground, pushing the plug into the bed, trying to get more vibration from it. I thought of what it might look like, for a stranger to come into the room and see this bound girl, with gag in her mouth, riding the waves of pleasure, so vulnerable. I kept my eyes shut imagining a man standing in the room above me now. Sudden movement on the bed scared the FUCK out of me. I closed my eyes even harder, and froze all my movements, now scared. I could feel the different parts of my mind fighting for control. Part of me was so unbelievably horny, yet another part of me was scared for my life. I felt the bed’s surface move again, and I imagined someone in my room rubbing their hand across the bed’s surface straight at my pussy. The vibrator cut off, and then there was no sound. I listened so carefully, I swear I could have heard a flea sneeze I was being so quiet. There was still no sound. I felt the sheets move again, ever so slightly, but no sound. Then BZZZZZ for about ½ second, I grunted into my gag from the shock, but I didn’t move, frozen in place. That’s when I felt the first touch. Something soft yet rough brushed my pussy lips and made me jump. I couldn’t control my response; I leaned my head up and looked down toward the sensation. There was my freaking cat, staring intently at my pussy, poised to strike at any movement. I tried to tell him to go away, but the gag and my bondage did not lend toward helping me scold him. I laid back and relaxed hoping that if I lay still enough he would become uninterested and leave. That’s when the rascal laid down facing away from me, with his back pressed into my inner thighs and my pussy. The feeling of his warm fur against my completely hairless skin was kind of nice. I wiggled my hips a little bit and tried to get him to move off of me. All I managed to do was get him to sit up, and he started licking his paws as if nothing had happened. BZZZZZ… it came on again. I looked down to see my cat staring intently on my pussy again, obviously intrigued. He pawed experimentally at my lips, lightly at first, then harder like he was digging for the culprit. The thought of my cat playing with my most sensitive place was not what was having an effect on me. My body’s response to the sensations on the other hand was doing a number. BZZZZZ… then it stopped. My cat just sat there and pondered the noise that it had just heard, still staring, and pawing at my privates lightly. The pawing felt kind of nice, but when he started to sniff me, tickling me with his whiskers and nose, I really started to squirm. My bonds where ratcheting significantly tighter as I tried to control myself and not move under this tickling torment. Soon the tickling stopped and I felt him walk up my chest, digging his nails into me ever so slightly. When he got to my face he started rubbing his cheek in my cheek. I was so frustrated, one part of me was intolerably horny, another part of me was pissed at my cat’s interference, and yet another part of me was saying “awwww how cute” at his cat love rubs on my cheek. I could hear him purring now, making me feel a little more relaxed. I tried to use eye language to coax him to get off the bed; I kept looking at him and then making exaggerated looks off the bed. He took me in, trying to figure out what I was doing. Finally he got the clue and stepped off the bed and went off to do his catly things. After all of that trauma and stress, I was having a hard time now thinking up my first bondage daydream. It also didn’t help (or maybe it DID help) that my struggles had left me tied a lot tighter than I was earlier, barely able to move now, I was unable to shake off the tickling cat hairs he had left behind in his exploration of my bound body. My skin tingled, I felt like there was cat hairs all over my body. I thought I was just having a psychosomatic itchy reaction to the couple of hairs he had left on me, but the tingling just grew worse. I concentrated and squeezed my eyes shut, trying to push this tingling feeling out of my mind. But as I concentrated I noticed other things. My hips ached, my jaw hurt and I had a headache. My teeth felt weird, like the “Novocaine tingle” you get after the dentist. My ears where buzzing with noise, my nose was picking up smells from everywhere. I could smell my own sex, and I could smell something else, something musky in the air. Then a sharp pain in my lower spine and I blacked out. ….. BZZZZZZZ…. Waking up to the lovely feeling of the vibrator in my ass, I yawned, or… tried to yawn thanks to the penis gag. I felt funny all over, I felt warmer than normal, I felt shorter than normal. I just didn’t feel like myself. What I did feel for sure though was my cat walking back and forth urgently from my left foot too my crotch, rubbing up and down my leg the whole time. I looked down to see what his fuss was all about, and what I saw shocked me. There, all down my chest and legs was a black coat of hair. I was hairy from my toes up to as far as I could see, and from the feeling of it, it covered every inch of me. I looked up at my hands, and saw that same black coat of hair covering my arms and hands. I moved my tongue around in my mouth feeling the penis gag and noticed that my tongue was smaller and felt like it might have been rougher. I took another look between my legs, any yup… there was a tail! …BZZZZZZ…. Another hit from the vibrator, and my cat stopped to check out the sound again. He turned around to face my pussy, and came closer for a look. From the feeling of his nose on my pussy lips I could tell that there was no hair there, but I could not feel his whiskers on my thighs. He started licking at my lips. I squirmed from this attention and was quickly reminded of the ratchets as I heard one of my legs ratchets clicking away more of my freedom. How had I heard that all the way down there? And I could hear my cat purring too as he licked away at my lips. Sooner than I would have thought normal I was purring into my penis gag. Purring?! I tried to moan, but all that came out was a deep purr from my chest! Oh my god! That dambed cat! He had looked into my eyes when I shooed him off the bed earlier! Oh my god! The bracelet actually worked! And now I’m a cat woman! Oh my god! Is this going to be permanent?! Sensing my distress, or something, my cat walked back up my chest and came to rub on my face again. The musky smell that seemed ever present since I woke up suddenly was very strong in my nose. Just from the smell I felt my heart flutter in my chest. It was the most wonderful smell I had ever smelled, and I could feel myself getting instantly and uncontrollably hornier if that was possible at all. Animal urges filled my mind; all I wanted to do was get into position so my mate could mount me. Where are these thoughts coming from! Deep in me more visions of me getting mounted filled my minds eye, clouding out most other thoughts. I could see myself in my mind, a wild black panther, getting fucked hard from behind by a huge male. I could feel the urges to turn over and get mounted, but my bonds held tight. I was purring loudly now, I could feel the purring vibrations from my chest all the way down in my sex. My mind thought only of sex. My cat kept rubbing my face with his cheek, marking his queen with his pheremones. BZZZZZ… My cat pounced down my chest and swatted at my pussy, trying to catch whatever was making the noise. He stuck his paw as far under my butt crack as possible trying to pull out whatever vermin was making the buzzing noise, but to no avail. This new sensation ended quickly though as he went back to licking my privates. From all the excitement and my now super human arousal level, my lips had spread out and gave room for my cat to lick anywhere he liked. I could smell my scent and it smelled different now, completely different from a human, my mind knew the smell, it was the scent of a cat in heat, and it was obviously affecting my cat. He licked at my sex, licking everywhere, inside my labia, thighs, vaginal opening, and every once in a while hitting my clit, sending shocks through my body that threatened to make me black out again. He rubbed his cheeks on my sex and licked away aggressively, he even made two miserably failed attempts to mount me, which my body on its own accord pushed my hips up into him out of habit attempting to help his entry. Through all of this attention, I could imagine myself lying tied to the bed spread eagle helpless to stop my cat’s attention and helpless to help him mount me. Something older in my mind kept trying to tell me that I didn’t want to be mounted by my cat, but most of my senses where buzzing happily with the prospects of getting fucked. I could just imagine what would happen when my husband would come home. Would he flip out and leave, would he come free me from my binds, would he mount me!? BZZZZZZ… again that damned vibrator, and my cat still licking away at my sex, was too much to take. So close to climax, so far from getting mounted. Click, click, click, I heard with my now enhanced hearing. I could hear each tumbler in the lock turning individually. My husband was home. No time left to wonder what he would think. Wanting to get fucked badly I took on a face that I thought most resembled “fuck me hard” and waited for my husband to come upstairs. As my husband entered the room, he gasped and ran over to my side. I was breathing hard now, breathing deeply trying to get his scent. In an instant the story of his day unfolded in my nose. I could smell his musk, I could tell he was horny, I could smell his coworkers, I could smell his lunch. I could smell the scent of every girl at work that he had come even close to today on his clothes. I was jealous even though I could not smell the sex of any of these women on him. I wanted to take him into me, make him mine so he would have no need to turn to these other women for what he needed. I could see in my husbands eyes a look of terror at my plight leave as he realized that everything was ok, that I was not hurt. “Relax honey, relax, you’re ok.” My husband said. “The effects will wear off in a couple of hours, I was told the transformation takes less than an hour but the reverse transformation takes about 3-4 hours.” “Honey” he said, “are you hurt?” I nodded “no” to him. “Let me unbind you then, hold still. You know you are kind of sexy like this, you know I prefer shaved, but your ears and button nose are just so cute,” he said with a smirk. As he unbound me I stretched. I turned over on my stomach and stood on my knees and hands, and arched my back noticing my new flexibility. Bent over in this position I remembered my purpose, I remembered how bad I wanted to get mounted. As swift as a cat, I got up, grabbed my cat, threw him out of the bedroom and closed the door. Without missing a beat, and taking my husband by surprise, I knocked him off his feet onto the ground and with amazing new strength pinned him. He looked surprised but not scared, and I didn’t stop. I quickly took the bracelet off of me and clasped it to his wrist. A renewed look of surprise washed over my husbands face as he fought against me. I held him down until he passed out, just as I had. I watched him closely as I stripped him naked. The moment I had clasped it on his wrist, I had envisioned what I wanted most. I envisioned an intelegent black panther to take me and make me his. I watched his transformation closely, watched his body fold up into the fetal position and take on a drastically new shape. Unlike my change to a half human half cat, his transformation was looking a lot more complete. While I waited for his transformation to complete, I examined my own body. I was still mostly the shape of a woman, but with a couple obvious cat features. I realized quickly that my skin was a lot more sensitive to touch, and I even enjoyed petting myself. My chest still had my same breasts on them, but now there where 6 nipples, my top nipples right where they should be, but the next two nipples down where on new breasts about 1/3 the size of my real breasts, below these was my last pair of nipples on yet smaller breasts, almost unnoticeably small. My tongue was indeed smaller and rougher, somewhere between a human and a cat. My ears had risen on my head and formed cat ears. My hands and feet now had blunt claws where once where nails. And seeing my tail whip back and forth by it’s self was a thrill in it’s own. In under an hour he had changed fully from my husband to a massive 180lb sleek black panther. I ran my hands over his fur, petting him, caressing him. As he started to come to, I welcomed him back with loud purring, and I began licking his face. He turned to me and raised his head, sniffing the air around me. I pushed him back to lying down, and continued to lick his fur. I wanted to get a full feel for his majestic body now that there was less urgency. I knew I was his queen to fuck and now there was no rush. I licked his fur, “cleaning” him. Traveling the length of his body, the whole time admiring the strength and tone of his muscles. I realized that if he wanted me, there was no way that I would be able to stop him with my half developed cat/human body. Still purring, I managed my way down his stomach. I repositioned myself so that I was straddling his upper shoulders, knowing damn well that my scent would drive him mad. Sure enough, within moments his erection started to pop out. I licked him up and down, and felt that the texture of his penis was somewhat like my tongue, barbed in one direction. I wondered what this would feel like pumping into my swollen sex. I took his penis into my mouth, massaging his testicles as I worked. Over my purring I could hear him still sniffing the air. Without warning he rolled his weight from under me, knocking me off balance. He took this opportunity to place a paw on my chest and knock me backwards and come to stand over me. I just laid there, not knowing what would happen next, but knowing that I was powerless in his presence. He brought his nose to my cheek where my cat had been rubbing his smell on me. My husband let out a deep, yet almost silent growl. He licked my face, cleaning off the smell of my cat, then rubbed his cheeks on mine, marking me as his. He took that rough tongue, and traced it down my body, just as I had done to him, but stopping at each of my 6 nipples to tease them. Still with that one paw on my chest, he moved it down to my stomach to hold me in place, while he moved his head down to lap at my thighs and cunt. He stepped away from me, and swatted roughly at my legs seemingly trying to turn me over. This is the moment I thought. No turning back now, I was going to find out what those barbs on his penis would do to my vagina momentarily. The thought of finally getting mounted surged back into my memory. Lust filled my mind with images of him on my back. I rolled over on my stomach and put my ass up in the air with my legs spread, he waited absolutely no time to mount me. Having his weight distributed differently in his body now than that of a man’s body, I was now pinned down by almost his full weight. He wrapped his front paws around my waist and humped his penis franticly like a wild animal trying to find its way into me. Obviously aggravated he let out a kind of disgruntled growl/sigh. The difference in anatomy was aggravating both of us. Without a conscious thought, I reached back between my legs, grabbed his tool, and lined it up. Instinct seemed to take over both of us. As soon as he had entered me, my body seized up like I was frozen in time, I could not move a muscle. While my husband on the other hand was now frantically pumping me at an un-human rate. I could only feel the barbs on his penis when the tip of his penis got to where my hymen was. When his penis was deep in me there was no pain. It did not take long before his humping was done and his seed was spent. He tried to withdrawal. The pain of his barbs trying to exit my body, and something deep within me, caused me on turn to him and hiss loudly. I brandished my teeth and claws at him for trying to exit, and he paused. But after a few moments, as his member started to shrink within me, his penis slipped out of me smoothly and painlessly. I lay next to him, as he bent down to clean himself off I fingered my clit and stroked my soar pussy lips, purring away. “Honey” I said, “can you understand me?” my voice was somewhere between an odd whisper and a purr. He nodded “yes”. I reached over and took the bracelet off of him. “Honey, I want you again… but this time I want you as myself. Can you control yourself enough not to hurt my human body?” After a moment he nodded yes again. Without a word I walked over to my dresser and pulled out a pair of my panties as he sat on the floor watching me. I rubbed the panties all over my sex cleaning as much of my juices off as I could, then I pushed the panties inside of me just deep enough to get them soaked even more. I felt my body tingling again, so I rushed off to the bathroom and locked the door behind me. Lying on the floor in the fetal position the aching and pains started again. It didn’t take long for me to pass out. When I woke, I stood up and looked in the mirror. “Damn, I should have gotten photos before I changed back” I thought out loud. There I was in the mirror, normal and hairless again. I quickly took a shower and went back into the bedroom to find my husband there, sleeping curled in a ball next to the heater. Walking over to him and kneeling with him, I started petting his scruff and neck. He woke with a start and purred almost instantly. “Honey get onto the bed” I said as I got up and went to the bathroom retrieving my soaked panties. “Here this should do it for you” I pressed the panties into his face and rubbed my cat body scent into the hair around his nose. Not a minute had passed and he was hard again, with me licking his shaft. I didn’t feel the same as before, I didn’t have the driving animal urges, but I knew that this was my husband, and somewhere deep inside I was still his queen to be taken. I pulled a jar of lubrication out of the drawer and lubed up his shaft and my own hole so that his barbs would not hurt so much. Climbing up on his chest, I lowered myself onto his rod, pressing him deep within me. I gasped from how large he was when inside this human body. After a moment I started stroking him with my sex. Slowly, getting myself aroused. To my surprise the feeling of the barbs tugging away at the deeper parts of my sex was turning me on. In this position I could feel the barbs lightly tugging on my G spot. As I got closer and closer to climax, I pumped him slower and slower, holding off my orgasm for what seemed like minutes. Finally when I could not stand my own torment any longer I slowly, carefully pulled him out of me and assumed the position to be mounted. I spread my knees extra far so that I was under the level of his chest. This time, my husband carefully walked himself over my body and positioned himself. I reached back and pulled him up to my sex as I pulled my knees together to raise my hips into his smooth cool hairy chest. I moved my hips back and pushed him into me slowly, making sure to get him as deep as possible so the barbs would not be pulled back into my hymen. He was so much warmer, almost burning me with his body temperature being much higher than mine. It was a chore for him to fuck me slowly, I could feel his instincts trying to take over and start brutally fucking me, but he held himself back. I put my face into the bed sheet and screamed in ecstasy as my orgasm built. I reached back with one hand and felt my stomach. A feeling of loss hit me as I realized that I no longer had 6 nipples. I moved that hand back up to play with my breasts, and moved my other hand down to play with my clit. Coming closer to orgasm now, I yelled out at him “Harder, Fuck me!” All self control he had been showing to this point left him. He pulled his front paws off the bed and wrapped them around my waist taking my breath away. He pressed the entire weight of his torso into me and fucked at me harder and faster than I thought would be possible. Soon I was riding the waves of pleasure, screaming into the bed sheets with my last breath. He squeezed his paws even tighter around me and gave one last fierce jab. I could feel his entire body tense and I could feel his semen surging against my cervix, many times hotter than human semen. We waited for his erection to subside again as I caught my breath. Once he had fallen out of me I laid him down on the bed and used my own mouth to clean him off this time. When I was satisfied that he was clean I laid myself down behind him, throwing one leg over his hips and one arm over his chest, I hugged him and fell asleep. When I awoke I was still on the bed hugging my husband, but now he was back to normal and my cat was lying behind me matting on my back purring sleepily.

A Cat Named Misha

Wed, 02 Nov 2005 00:00:00 +0000

“What can I wear? I have nothing right for the occasion!” shouted Anastasia, falling sadly in the big chair near her bed.

“But, madame, you have wardrobes full of dresses, and I’m sure you will find something suitable for the Rising moon ball…” Zazanel tried to calm the young noble.

Anastasia, called by her close friends and by her maid, ‘Misha’, shook her head and breathed deeply. “Zazalen, you don’t understand, and I think this is quite normal. You are an elf, and so you can’t understand why a young girl would want something special for her for her first official ball in high society. As you said, in your lands all the people are presented to the society when they are really young, and after all you are a big, big family…”

The Menagerie

Mon, 14 Oct 2002 00:00:00 +0000

Her whole body was sore. This was the first thing Lynn felt. It was Lynn? Her name was Lynn wasn’t it? Her brain was on fire and she could not think straight. French club? Private plane? They meant something and nothing to her. She opened her eyes to a circular room covered in stark white padding. She was blinded by the mirrors reflecting the light off walls ceiling and floor. She was in some sort of costume. She focused her mind and things became clearer.

The Basement 1