New ad I created to start creating a new series of short stories.

Learning More About the World

On the fourth day, wanting to make a different form from my others, I adopted the traditional style of the genie, a spirit which had the upper half of a male human which arose from a cloud. The legless body simply flew or floated instead of walking, and by having only a cloud below the waist, naturally didn’t have sexual organs.

Yet again that comment. I decided to leave it for as long as I could so that whatever surprise they were clearly organising would remain just that: a surprise.

We said our goodnights, and ambled back to my family, just as the food was arriving. Ish was staring at his glass.

“Dad?”

“Son?”

“This doesn’t really taste like beer”

“Not quite right, son. It’s the stuff back home that doesn’t taste like beer”

The Manchester Early Summer Carnival
A “How I Spent My Summer Vacation: I became a Girl” Gaiden
By
Rebecca Coleman

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Emily tries to use the move “Flirt”... Is it Super Effective!?

Change of Seasons

By Tigger (Copyright 2017)

Ode to Pantyhose by Anna Olivia

Pantyhose oh Pantyhose
You are so silky soft
I love the sheer feel on my legs
That’s why I wear it oft - en

You hug my legs so nicely
I feel very feisty
When I wear you
Oh how can you dare me
To wear you every day, feeling so femme
I have many feelings about hose to recommend them

After flubbing a powerful incantation, meant to give newly coronated Demon Queens the wisdom of their ancestors, Devilla Satanne awakens to memories of her past life as Jacob Divington, a human from Earth. Having gained a new perspective on life, she quickly comes to a rather horrifying conclusion: she's been a complete and utter brat! No wonder everyone hates her!

And then there's the fact that she's apparently been reincarnated as the villainess of Tower Conquest, a lesbian porn game with a surprisingly intricate plot. One in which the Heroine conquers Dimona Tower, turning Devilla's people against her in the process. In victory, the Heroine brings about a glorious age of peace between demons and humans for the first time in millennia. ...Which actually sounds pretty good for her people, come to think of it. Devilla knows her terrible behavior is beyond forgiveness, but maybe she can still make up for her past mistakes? She just needs to make sure the events of the game unfold correctly. Though there is one little detail she'd like to change - the part where Devilla herself is killed or enslaved!

The series cover was commissioned from https://twitter.com/HaizeUqei

Chapter 34: Christmas Time

The three days leading up to Christmas transformed the Allen household into a dazzling wonderland of festive joy. Every nook and cranny sparkled with holiday splendor, adorned with vibrant, cascading garlands and a multitude of twinkling lights, each one lending a magical glow to the rooms. The air was thick with the delightful aromas of cinnamon and cloves, mingling harmoniously with the sweet scent of freshly baked cookies wafting from the kitchen, creating an atmosphere of warmth and anticipation.

Chapter One

“What do you mean, you can’t make it?”

It was the day before Fiona Turner’s wedding. She was by no means a bridezilla, though a last minute snag was bound to make anyone a little frustrated.

Her younger sister, Sophie, stepped a little closer to try and hear more than the single side of the conversation the others in the living room were getting from Heather. “Who is it?” she asked.

Felicity Finds Family

A Transgender Super Coming of Age Adventure

From the Super Heroine Universe

Chapter 13: Dimensional Discovery

By Sasha Zarya Nexus

Can Felicity learn more about how to manipulate her tesseract so that it interacts with the systems of Hotel Colorado to protect their new extended family of choice?

Copyright 2025 by Sasha Zarya Nexus.
All Rights Reserved.

“Do you prefer to be called Gayle?”

Pete's Vagina
70.2 Defense
Erin Halfelven

Acidalia XXI

By Amanda D

Friday Sept. 25 10:14 am PDT

Harkin:

Ammonia. The stink filled his nose making him choke, cough and gag. He tried to move his head away from it and after a brief moment of respite it was back. His eyes felt gummed shut as he struggled to open them. The foul smell returned to enveloped him for a third time.

The first time she saw him, it was the hair.

He sat alone at the edge of the open terrace, backlit by late afternoon sun and a mess of shimmering mahogany waves. It wasn’t just long, it was catching the wind like it had a personality all its own. His jaw was sharp, his frame lean but taut beneath a black linen shirt, but it was the hair that made her thighs press together under the café table.