A few fun shorts with characters from the past HIS stories, slice of life stuff. Enjoy. Also doing a ghetto poll of which character you like best. Comment below with your answer.Read More...
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A college boy finds himself the target of a trio of slavers.
Chapter 2 of the Mongol Minotaur series.
With the ger set up, Natalia and the Laughing Ten drink and dine for the night, with Kundek singing the tale of Genghis Khan. Natalia learns more about the Mongols and tells Jebke about her past when suddenly he makes a very surprising offer…Read More...
Natalia has had a hard life. Wrongfully exiled for an act of amateur justice, she is banished from her homeland and forced to walk the plains alone. As a Minotaur, she has no trouble with acclimating to living in the wild, but her dealings with others are always brief and curt, as no-one is too happy to bother with an exile of monstrous lineage. One day, she’s just setting up her fire for the night, when she is suddenly visited by ten strangers on horseback.
She did not know it then, but she had been visited by the Laughing Ten – the shitposting arban of the Mongol Horde.Read More...
“Normally boasting a reserved and guarded disposition, the Anubis has thrown caution to the wind in an all out display to impress her mate.” the youko said in a fairly convincing British accent, her tone and inflection sounding as though she was narrating a nature documentary.
“Not to sound too immodest, but I think this works on a number of levels for me…” the Anubis began confidently. “I simply adore the Desert Kingdom motif, the fiber feels nothing short of divine against my skin and I must say….”
“It compliments my ass rather nicely.” she smiled, thrusting her backside and tail out for emphasis.
Baddies are up to shenanigans.Read More...
I approached Messalina, who had been awaiting my decision with amusement. She looked like the Cat who had caught a Leviathan.
“Anything at all, you say, Messalina?” I asked, sweetly.
“Yes, Arawn, provided that it ends with at least one orgasm.” She smiled that predators grin again at me.
“You can be assured that such will occur, Milady.”
“Very well, then Arawn, I am intrigued. What do you propose?” I leaned close to her, and whispered what I had in mind into her long-pointed ear. She reacted immediately.
“You CAN’T be serious!” she scoffed, alarmed, as she jerked herself away from me wild eyed.
I remained where I was, grinning.
Well anyways, when I finally regained consciousness, I found myself aboard a train headed for parts east, and I was trussed up like a Krampus Day Turkey. I soon found out that I was suspended horizontally about a couple of feet from the ceiling of the luggage car, with my head banging against the wall in tune with the swaying of the train.
Turning my head I was able to view below me a Green Oni who appeared to be my guard. She was sitting in a chair underneath me, occasionally glancing up, but with most of her attention fixed upon that Eastern Asian crossword puzzle, what do they call it again? Soo-boo-koo? Did I say Eastern Asian? I meant to say Mist Continent! My bad.
After a couple of hours of my hanging there, I asked her if she could let me go so I could take care of some business. I asked her politely several times to let me go. I even said the magic word: Asshole.
The minotaur grinned and turned you around. Her strong fingers started rubbing against your sides, making you laugh and squirm. While the holstaur had been soft and chubby, she felt ripped and muscular. Her biceps were quite noticeable, and you could see clear hints of muscle all over her body, especially in the prominent abs. Her tail was swishing back and forth excitedly. You weren’t sure what she intended, but it was likely up to no good.
‘Oooooooh,’ she said, her hand brushing against your hardening penis. ‘Is that a milking pail in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?’
‘Let me go!’ you gasped.Read More...
The minotaur struggles and tries to kick with her hooves, but she’s being pinned down very tightly by the ushi’s arachnid portion. She spits out some mud and tries to slam her head backwards into ushi’s jaw, but the ushi’s bulging 30″ biceps are enough to stop a sword coming at her. She throws her head backwards to minimise the impact and strains against the minotaur’s head and explosive neck muscles, finally gaining the upper hand and slamming her face back into the dirt.
Two minutes later, mino-chan looks like she took a bath in chocolate ready to be licked off. Very dirty chocolate. The ushi is about to slam her whole body into the mud for the nth time, when the minotaur taps out by slapping her muddly hand against ushi’s forearm. The ushi-oni drops her challenger and lets out a victory roar as the whole stadium erupts around her.
You jump up and down in the bleachers, cheering madly for ushi-chan. This one is particularly cute, and you’re looking forward to saying hi to her and then waiting for the next match. Maybe they’ll have a red and blue oni next, where the blue oni wins due to her superior skill, or an ogre versus an amazoness. The amazoness slipping and sliding in mud as she uses the broad hilt of her sword to smack the ogre’s ass would be really hot. Or a jinko.Read More...