Rouge the Mother Goddess
by Jonathan “Fanfic Fetishist” Spires
Chapter 3 – Cult Building
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Rouge’s Apartment…
Two days later...
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Sonic the Hedgehog wasn’t used to waking up in fluffy, comfortable beds. Oh, she didn’t mind them at all, but she was the type of hedgehog more suited to roughing it in the woods, sleeping under a tree. She liked the feel of fresh air. It was relaxing. So

Hail to the Queen
Epilogue – 18 Years Later
Part 2: The Reception
by Jonathan “Fanfic Fetishist” Spires
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Bowser’s Castle…
Shortly after the ceremony...
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Queen Slug-For-A-Butt ask to briefly excuse herself to secure Jim’s super suit in her possessions, dragging Whatsername along with her. “Sorry to be a bother about it, but I’ve been chasing this damn thing for years.”
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“Bai?”






Bai looked up from her meal to see a half-elf approaching her, peering at her face to match to an uncertain memory. The gentle purple glow of the other woman’s eyes was unmistakable.






“Syllin! How are you? Sit down, sit down,” Bai insisted, patting the bench n

Curfew
By TwrchTwryth
18 years old
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“I can’t believe this.”
“Who do they think…?”
“Unbelievable.”
A collection of high school students stood in a hotel hallway, lights dim and fluorescent, the distant smell of the overly chlorinated pool permeating their building. The carpet was hot, some kind of air conditioning problem, but the air was cold.
There were three on one side of the door, two on the other, and a web of duct tape separated these

Accessible
By TwrchTwryth
Sophomore Year
KC Barnhart was just coming out of one of the stall of the second north bathroom  when she saw something that caught her eye. Across the room, on the far side of the showers, a wheelchair with a familiar blonde occupant disappeared behind the curtain to the accessible shower.
It was early in the morning (at least by college student standards) and KC had a few needs. She needed to shower, she needed breakfast, and she needed to deal with her morning w

Kennebunkport Clam Bake
By TwrchTwryth
End of Junior Year
Three hours in Atlanta, of all places. Why was there a connecting flight in Atlanta? It was supposed to be an easy, forty minute layover, enough time to get to the right gate but not enough to get bored, but then there was lightning and Juno DeWeis was now getting to her family’s cottage an hour after the end of the year party started. She had gambled on a tight margin and lost.
(Cottage might have been underselling it a little. The

“So who’s the ball this year?”
“Sarah.”
“Makes sense.” Britney nodded. Sarah had the biggest dick out of anyone they knew, an impressive feat even for a herm. “Who’s getting dropped?”
“Mitzi.”
“Why?”
“She was the first one to get black out drunk.”
“Also makes sense.” Not that Mitzi got black out drunk, just that the first person to get black out drunk was being made the star of the show. S

Madeline was hitting the eggnog hard. What else was she supposed to do? Her kids were at her ex-husband’s house for Christmas and the only other person she could spend the holiday with was her pet anthro, and she belonged to the kids more than she belonged to Madeline. They’d begged and begged for an anthro and in her competitive, post-divorce state, Madeline hadn’t been able to refuse.
That left Madeline alone in the home with Penny, the husky anthro her children had picked ou

Kristen could hardly believe what she had been reduced to. She was alone in a public restroom at the park, her panties around her ankles and a fourteen inch dildo clutched in a trembling hand. Her stall was locked but that was all the privacy she had as she flicked her clit, lower lip held between her teeth as she eyed the latex length. It was early evening so passersby would be few and far between, but it still made her heart race to think she was about to shove a faux cock up her cooch in a pu

Kristen could hardly believe she finally had a day to herself. She loved her daughter more than anything in the world, but the little monster was a handful. Probably took after her dad, Kristen thought as she remembered the day of her conception. The simplest jaunt through the memory was enough to turn her cheeks red, a reaction that made her glad she was in a dimly lit theater.
As she turned towards the seats, Kristen found they were mostly empty. Perhaps a symptom of Valentine’s having

It was a warm night but then, July evenings tended to do that. At least it was a comfortable warm, though perhaps a bit humid. Not that such things would stop the crowd from gathering, not when there was a fireworks display to be had. Kristen had arrived a bit late so she was stuck at the back of the horde, a situation made yet more unfortunate by her short stature. She was only about 5’2” so she was glad fireworks tended to explode high up where anybody could see them.
Kristen pull