A futuristic version of Gulliver's classic voyage, describing societies with reproductive practices that are close to human but also have some poignant difference. Four are described in detail: The agony of getting pregnant, Desiring a woman is sick, Wait until you're a man, Losing your virginity is deadly.
Based, with permission, on the 'Dickgirls of Faeruhn' series, by lightswitch
Based on "The Dickgirls of Faeruhn" series by Lightswitch. On planet Faeruhn the dominant life form is a hermaphroditic species consisting of 4 clone races. Each race has the aspect of a beautiful busty woman with a large impressive cock. The 4 races live in harmony, except in Rutting Season. Every 3 months, society breaks down, and it's every herm for herself. Each and every one will try her best to foist their child onto of one of the other races, and force her to unwilling bare a clone child!
Firstly, apologies to all witches; I know that this tale has no bearing on your ways and practices, it is pure fantasy. Back in the 1600's the 'Witchfinder General' was responsible for the deaths of over 300 women, many totally innocent, others persecuted for their beliefs. A pledge for vengeance on all those descending from one Matthew Hopkins is confirmed by a coven, whose dark order is passed down the generations by its dominant female members; their quest to eliminate, relentless.
This story is presented as a sequence of chat messages between a guy and a girl planning a kinky encounter at the community pool. No actual sex takes place during the story, the story hints at sex to come.
EXITS A shooting club wants to kill a person, but for immortals, the penalty for murder is eternal life without parole. So, Erato, wanting to go out with a bang, volunteers herself as their target. It is everything she hoped for.
WARNING: THIS STORY INVOLVES EXTREME BODY MODIFICATION. IF THAT ISN'T YOUR "THING" PLEASE DO NOT READ THE STORY. CHECK THE CODES.
A slave is SEVERELY modified to suit its owner's client. The slave discovers the true meaning of being owned.
My two brothers and I sat at the roadside cafe watching the world go by, but always we were looking out for our next victims. My youngest brother Tim nudged my arm and pointed with his head to a family group walking down towards the marina carrying boxes of supplies