Slowly, Juri walks towards the large, worn, and old ‘BACKSTAGE AREA’ sign. It’s hours before the main show, with hundreds of fans already waiting outside to get tickets. Despite that, the ‘backstage’ area is utterly packed. Between security guards making sure everyone who’s entering is there for a reason, catering crews making sure there is enough food to go around, and the crews tasked with making sure all the pyrotechnics, LED screens, and speakers function,

I was working in the lab one night. My hot boyfriend Allen was helping me with an experiment. As one of the beakers puffed some pink gass into Allens face I giggled.




“Maybe we should head home for the night”I said. A mischievous smile on my face. “You know you can do a better job in bed. And maybe we can make it an early night so we can have more time in bed. You know…for science.” I bit my lip sed

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For the thousandth time this night Froggy rolled on her side and brought her legs close to her body. For hours, she's been drifting in a state of semi-sleep; a constant meld of being awake and drifting away without ever getting any real shut-eye.
She let sound a muffled groan before grabbing the edge of her blanket to pry the entangled fabric from her body. Moonlight and the streetlights outside provided enough visibili

Book of Chaos




    

Patrica, or Patty as everyone called her, was racing home in her car from her local college. As a kid, she heard rumors from the town about there being a special book at the college library, one that was known for granting wishes. She turned down amazing colleges to get into her local college, just to find this book. She spent her days, between classes,

Author’s note: This has five stories, each one with their own header describing the type, pred/prey relation, and genders. Skip around if you’d like!
‘Slow Reaction’ - Type: Oral, willing/willing-to-unwilling, M/F, pkmn/pkmn
Cinccinos are a species renowned for their cleanliness. They produce a unique oil which gives them an eternally clean sheen and it can be a great boon for others as well. Their fur is regarded as one of the softest things in the world one can touch. T

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"This...is the last time I help clean out someone's attic," The rather buxom blonde Brittany would say with exaggerated sigh after toting around box after box of old and withered cardboard boxes from her best friend Tiffany's dusty old attic, no longer having the will to work such physical labor a step more she would drop the last remaining box at her feet on the attic floor with a noisy clatter of the box's contents

Have you ever noticed how a pencil seems to wiggle and bend as you wave it back and forth? That’s what Liz was noticing. Right at the moment, there was a lull in her class, and with nothing else to do, she had taken to waggling her pencil to pass the time. It was amusing, if only ever-so-slightly so. However, even that amusement soon ran out. With a sigh, Liz turned to gaze out the window. Her eyes roved the courtyard. Nothing, nothing, nothing… and then a sudden flash of purple. Li