Aoife and the Wet Dream

Surprising no one, I wrote another goblin story! This one features a male adventurer transforming into a cute goblin girl (and fucking a lot of other cute goblins girls). If that's not your jam, might not want to read this. Content Warning thought! The transformation is involuntary (but fun!) so heads up if you're not into people turning into cuties against their will, or people developing horny goblin personalities. Enjoy! *** The Cave of No Return looked a lot less terrifying than Zander had pictured in his head. There were no hissing snakemen waiting to strike. No colossal spiderwebs in the corners with the skeletons of dead adventurers still ensnared in their grasp. No bodies at all, in fact. Perhaps whatever gave the cave its name was intelligent, careful to hide its tracks. It was still dark, the only light coming from the burning arcane fire ensnared in his grasp. Zander's steps were cautious, weighing the ground with every footstep looking for pressure plates, swi

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1969: Righteous

февраля 26, 2021

***Author's Note*** This story is a companion piece to my earlier story "1969: Ghost Before the Dawn" and a companion piece to any stories in the "1969" series, and related series. You don't have to read those to understand this story. They are all meant to make sense individually, as well as together. * * * * * It was a cold afternoon in late February of 1969. Twenty-one-year-old Ginger — a black-haired copper-skinned woman with a tall, hourglass frame — was sprawled over the small bed. The mattress had a few broken springs and had been stuffed with newspaper and taped up. When she was a kid, it was a game of sorts, pretending she and her brother were robbers hiding expensive paintings or prisoners with contraband, biding their time before they could escape. It really used to be fun. Used to. Her mother was working. Her brother and his fiancée were searching for houses and walking their dog along the way. Ginger was alone in the little East Harlem apartme

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Concussion Protocol: Colt

февраля 25, 2021

Dude! I love that our house was bought by Jack Thee Jackal! I sent him a DM, congratulating him on buying the house, offering to show him around, party with him, but he didn't reply. No probs! He either didn't read it or didn't believe it. He gets thousands of DMs, I'm sure. I tried making a YouTube channel like Jack's. I'd grab my bros and we'd go out, do stupid shit, copycat Jackass stuff. We did one where we dressed up in girls' lingerie and played golf in a graveyard. And we made another series, where we preyed on victims at school, or around the mall, or the neighborhood. Our goal: to find them, and fart on them. We'd stalk, hunt, hide, and then jump out of bushes, burst out from behind closed doors, or jump up from the backseat of a car or leap down from a tree or fire escape, either naked, wearing only a pair of assless chaps, or in just a pair of briefs, and then we'd unleash ass, point and fire unfiltered farts at friends and classmate

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