One of the London Underground stories A self indulgent short that turned into a long winded version of my perfect world. The whole other world that no one I know can really get into but me. Transformation, self discovery, and finding the way home.
Sam Spade's AI, Juicy Lucy, hailed with a distress call from a sleek unidentified space cruiser saying their turbo thrusters were inoperative. He was all gung ho to go help, but Juicy had a sneaky suspicion something was fishy, he should go "locked and loaded.” Well… four foxgirls later, Juicy was right!
Sarah Boyd had 87K followers on ViewTube. She was in the process of filming a “Shopping Haul” video, when the silver haired woman running a strange shop caught her “borrowing” gold jewelry without paying. The proprietor did something far worse than call the cops! Sarah was transported to another realm! In a magical world of futanari, she was put to work as a prostitute in punishment for her crimes! The virgin human's first task was to take on 3 giant futanari cocks, at the same time!
The acrid smell of fried electronics fills the air. Damn government contractors! Greedy bastards cut every corner, just to save a credit. My ears drop as I survey the damage. The bracket holding the emergency control panel snapped. It slammed into the main power conduit which, of course, wasn't properly shielded. A 10-credit bracket. Damn them! This is bad. Really bad.
Travelling alone through space, a project lead, Yuna, who discovers and preserves traces of alien life, lands on an uncolonized planet to inspect an odd ship found by chance. She'll have to understand what's on board... somehow.
A married woman experiencing severe headaches which tablets won't shift seeks alternative therapy in the form of hypnosis and then begins having dreams of making love to a young female; which is extremely unusual for her because women never normally entered her head sexually; unaware of the young female who hypnotised her is trying to plant the seeds of her twisted fantasy in the married woman's mind.
She woke up chained in paradise—bare, collared, leaking, and wrong. Her name stolen, her limbs unlearning how to walk, her body twisted into something obscene and obedient. In this pastel prison of picket fences and Stepford smiles, she isn't a woman anymore. She's a pet. A fuckpet. And everyone treats her like she was born to crawl, whimper, and serve. But she remembers. She remembers being human. Even if no one else does. Welcome to the neighborhood!