First Stories

After months of being excluded, Phoebe is invited to a girls' night out with the ladies she works with where a mysterious stranger buys her a special microbrew and changes her life forever.

With the death of his parents he was sent to a military school. His uncle had managed to take control of his parents estate and things were about to get worse. First there was the lone assassin and then a sparing bot that was hacked. While his lawyer tries to fight in court things are about to get real nasty.

Wanting to serve was how it started. Taking action and embarrassing my commanding officers was how my career ended. Of course when the federation declares war on my race and kills everyone on my planet it deserves an answer. My name is Stalker and if it is a mage war I know how that is done.

Allie can't have any more babies, even though she and husband John would like another. In a moment of delight as he fills her pussy, she has the idea of getting her son to fuck her eldest daughter pregnant. Perhaps, she reasons, if she were to get him addicted to bareback sex and then somehow contrived to get him up close and personal with Danni, maybe nature would take its course? There's another member of the family, Rachel, who hasn't yet reached menarche, as far as anyone knows...

A Swarm Cycle Story
When Anna was caught in one of the first pick-ups in the Mid-West. She elected to stay on Earth, rather than go with one of the callous sponsors available. She spent a couple of years both looking for a better sponsor and improving her score to be a sponsor. See if she was successful. This is a story, set in Thinking Horndog's Swarm Cycle universe. If this is your first Swarm Story you will miss many nuances set forth from in earlier tales.

A story in the The Institute of Apotheosis Research Universe
Maria is tired of her girlfriend and her eldest daughter walking over her. But that changes when a strange device mysteriously appears on her doorstep.

A look at an old picture brings back memories of a night with a cute little vixen who worked right under my nose. For just one night she sought some relief of life's pressures with me, someone she had a silent crush on.