Overcasting 3: Chapter 3
3: A Break, Broken If there was ever a time to hold his nerve, this was it. Sixteen years of service and experience might be needed at a moments notice so he scanned the horizon as well as rapid glances to the walls either side of him. There was...
Overcasting 3: Chapter 2
2: Falling (in rivers, down waterfalls, in love all over again) There was an almighty snap. Both beastfolk flinched and Katia raised her hands in preparation to cast her magic as she surveyed the area; this was Skyrim, after all, and perhaps their...
Overcasting 3: Chapter 1
Overcasting 3: Or Making the Cat Legendary "Shut up, you deranged fleabag," the imperial guard grumbled. The narrow and ancient stone tunnel fit the prisoner's mood; dreary, so cramped it felt like the walls were closing in and he was surrounded by...
The Raptor - A Halloween Poem
The Raptor (Based on "The Raven" by Edgar Allan Poe) Once upon a /trash/ thread dreary, post-fap feeling weak and weary, Over many a hot and sexy fapfic of hand holding claw, In the afterglow, just basking, and my breathing came out rasping, ...
Christmas songs 2020 - "I want a sexy dragoness for Christmas" and "Gifta the 'bold's coming to town"
I want a Sexy Dragoness for Christmas. I want a sexy dragoness for Christmas, Only a sexy dragoness will do, I don't want a dog, not anthro or feral, I want a sexy dragoness despite all the peril. I want a sexy dragoness for Christmas, I doubt...
The Wound
The Wound 2ndSeason, 1499 It had been thousands of years. The door wasn't ever supposed to open ever again. No hinges or mechanisms graced its edges, only stone several feet thick and stucco, strengthened by means unknown to all but a scant few to...
I Am
I Am Cold. Surgical steel, lights burning bright, even before I can know how to feel fright. Held, not gently, gripped, intently, dismissed, rejected, I'm too confused to cry. I am... What? Just what am I? Caged. Crippled, a thing to be...
Candace Being Candace - Cages
Cages I can see Max outside. He's sitting and reading while eating a sandwich. Nothing strange, but as damn usual I can't take my eyes off him. It was part of growing up, as my mom said a few years ago, that I'd get these weird feelings and I might be...
Overcasting 3: Chapter 7 (Final)
7: Cycles, Growth (inside and out) and Blooming This was the twelfth attempt. It didn't stop hurting. Katia remembered her list of 'things she had become used to' from earlier, when she first arrived in Riften. Drunkenness, whoring herself out for...
Overcasting 3: Chapter 6
6: Renewed, Refreshed, Returned, Renewed Katia had no idea where she was. She clearly wasn't inside Quill-Weave, yet it looked the same as when she believed it was. Everything was weird and dreamlike yet she couldn't wake up from it, yet had some...
Overcasting 3: Chapter 5
5: Flight, Footsteps and Failure The door creaked open and Bragne entered. It was dark, but she had learned to not rely on her fading vision and instead on her impeccable memory of the keep. She knew the shape of the room; a simple bedchamber once but...
Overcasting 3: Chapter 4
4: Sappy Love, Mounds and Mountains Katia stared at the stars. They always relaxed and humbled her a great deal, that something out there was still more vast and eyecatching than she was. They were doing a piss-poor job of chasing away the butterflies...