New Trunks: My Trunks!
You notice right away that the pool lights are off. "Glen? Hello?" You shout. There's no response, just the ambient noise of a bug zapper somewhere and whatever birds still cry after dark. In total darkness, it's unsettling being out here. Sure, you...
From Bar to Car to Home
It had all happened so fast, your sight was still somewhat blurry. You had caught his eyes across the bar, a handsome timber wolf who had come all by his lonesome. He was an older gentleman, tall and well-muscled but showed his age through a bit of a...
New Trunks: Cabin in the Woods
A few days later Quin is driving you to his father's cabin roughly an hour away from the city. It's been nice for you to see the urban landscape slowly give way to a peaceful and lush forest, you haven't been out of the city in what feels like...
Adolescent Lycanthrope pt. 3
In a repeat of last night, you wake up aggressively spooning your best-friend-slash-boyfriend: arms around his shoulder and waist, curling into this weird more-than-just-hair-not-quite-fur he's got going on on and around his crotch; your leg thrown...
New Trunks: It's a Date!
You stretch lazily in the bed beneath the large wool blanket. It's warm, soft, and comfortable but you notice something is off. You sit up and notice Glen is no longer in bed next to you. You don't hear the shower running so you brave the cool morning...
New Trunks: Consent is my Kink.
Arriving at the bedroom Glen gently lays you down on the bed. "I am so, so, so sorry." He sits next to you covering his face with his hands. "That was disrespectful and rude, and-" "Glen it's okay, it was an accident." You place a hand on his back,...
New Trunks: Tasteful Nudity and Missed Birthdays
The massive dark green crocodile hands you a cold can of beer before plopping down on the couch next to you which causes you to bounce slightly. "I'm telling you dude, just spend the weekend at my dad's cabin." His yellow eyes are focused on the...
Hot Sexy Umbreon Feet.avi
#11 of stories contains: 2nd person, feet centric, foot worship, shrinking, footplay summary: this story stars you, the reader, and your uncontrollable desire to worship a certain umbreon's paws. just in time for paw day, kinda.
Sleep Paralysis Or Sex Deprivation?
It's too late. You've already woken up in the dead of the night and can't feel a thing. You can't even remember what startled you, or what dream or night terror that had spawned into your subconscious mind and jolted you into waking up yet missed out...
Snatching a Seat (Vore Story)
Barby's. The fast-food burger giant, and where you found yourself sitting down on a very busy Monday afternoon, tray in hand as you found a suitable corner of the restaurant where you could enjoy your food. This was the most hectic you had seen the...
More Than Friends
Your name is Antony Y. Mous, although the ones who know you call you Anon. You're 21 years old, have been out in world since you were 19, and had broken free of a years long depression about six months ago. Your secret; you got into religion. You...
The New Stud
You grumble to yourself, kicking the shredded tire on your old car. Typical, of all the places, and of all the times to have your car die on you! The middle of nowhere, in the county of fucking nothing! You sigh and run a shaking hand through your...