Tanya
tried her very best to look like she belonged. Something told her she
wasn't doing a very good job. This was her first dinner party, and
based upon the outfits of those around her, her personal income was
something like one tenth what the next wealthiest person made. A
friend of hers, Lia, had invited her. The much better-off business
associate insisted that it would be a fantastic networking
opportunity. So she'd picked her most professional and elegant
evening gown, did her makeup just r

A
burned out freelance photographer named Alan collapsed onto the
couch. His day had been a long one, and he’d barely gotten out of
it alive.
Monsters, mobsters, you name it, they were all after him. The only
reasons he was still alive were the help of his old friend Jessie
from the police force and his rather unusual shadow. At the moment,
Jessie was asleep in the other room. This was her house, after all.
As for his shadow…
The
inky silhouette on the wall stretched up and away from the sle

She
checked the clock on her car’s dashboard as she pulled up in front
of the apartment building. Amy had seemed awfully insistent that she
show up before 11 pm. The time was 10:43 pm, and even arriving with
that
much time to spare had required her to violate more than a few
traffic laws.
“This
had better be important…” she muttered as she ran up to the door.
Running
her fingers over the panel, she found the button for Amy’s
apartment and buzzed her.
“Sue?”
came the immediate reply

Jane
stood sheepishly at the doorway of her bathroom, holding out a very
cheap robe as yet another woman stepped out of the shower. The angry
woman gave Jane a dirty look as she grabbed the robe and pulled it
on.
“I’m
really sorry,” Jane said, “Claustrophobia. I couldn’t help it.”
She reached into a drawer by the bathroom door and pulled out a
business card from a box of about two hundred of them. “This is the
number of a drycleaner who can get those stains out of your clothes.
Te

Lexi
murmured quietly to herself. Ever since she’d seen her beloved
Sammy taken away by those awful people she’d been a bundle of raw
anxiety. Any pause, any moment of peace and her head filled with
images of what terrible things those people might be doing to her
friend and lover. Now, for the first time since that terrible moment,
she felt a measure of calm returning. The comfort came in a warm,
full body embrace. Soft, smooth flesh, very slightly moist with
perspiration that filled her no

"Let
me hug you," she said.
He
looked her up and down. She was gorgeous, more curvy and voluptuous
than he'd ever imagined a real human being could be. Her tight
sleeveless black dress perfectly hugged her hips and midriff, though
truth be told it could have been a bit roomier in the bust. As it
was,
her cleavage went down nearly to her nipples, and her bosom seemed
absolutely eager
to spill over the edge to reveal itself in all its glory.
She
beamed a warm, almost hungry smile at him,

He
sat on the bus behind her, unable to take his eyes off her. It wasn't
that she was beautiful, though of course she was. He'd seen plenty of
beautiful women. Her body was magnificent, toned in all the right
places and round and soft right where she should be. He'd be inclined
to call her sexy, dressed in a snug but not scandalous outfit of yoga
pants and a t-shirt, but something about her young and innocent face
made "cute" seem the better adjective. The thing that
struck him about h

Julia
stepped out of the shower, for the first time in too long feeling
like a human being again. The last few days had been fun. Mostly.
Despite ostensibly enduring a punishment, she’d spent that time
buried deep in her own vagina, using the bulk of her body as a dildo
of sorts while her boyfriend Mark used her as a sex toy. It was only
fair, she’d done a similar thing to him, and for a good deal longer
than he’d given permission. There was a fairly lengthy stretch
toward the end where th

Margaret
was tired. I had been a long day, and her shift was nearly over.
She’d genuinely thought working at a women’s clothing store was
going to be a dream job. She’d always been into fashion, and for
that matter, she’d always been into women. A high-end boutique like
this one only stocked sizes suited for athletes, models, and trophy
wives. Her days were set to be 8 hour stretches of endless eye candy
with brief periods of checking out the latest fashion trends. Right?
Boy
was she wro

"Okay,
but you have to promise to stop if I say..." She said anxiously.
Hydra
was what most people would call a goo girl, and so far she'd been
getting along pretty well in polite society, despite some...
difficulties. For one, to call her curvy was to put it lightly. Her
fluid body lent itself well to curves after all, and in her case the
extra goo always seemed to find its way to her breasts and ass. This
meant that her translucent blue form jiggled and wiggled in all the
right ways

It
was a fairly average day for us at the piercing place. I'd been at
this new job for about six months, and even in a position where you
earn your pay poking holes in people's bodies, things can get a
little repetitive and mundane after that much time. Particularly when
the people you work on always seem to be the same sort, which in my
case was horny men. It stands to reason. One of the reasons they
hired me was the fact I was likely to attract a lot of male
customers. See, I like to dress in

Mark
pulled into a parking spot in an out of the way lot near the Mad
Science Kink Headquarters.
“Okay,”
he said, popping the door and running around to the trunk. “Let’s
make sure we’ve got everyone, shall we?”
“We’d
better. The last thing I want to do is misplace a duffle bag with
twenty-five folded up people in it,” Sam said. “So what do we
like better? The fold or the jar?”
Brit
paced up to the trunk and took one of the suit cases. “I think in
the future we will just

I
remember it so vividly. It was 2am, the last bus of the night. I had
just finished the late shift and was looking forward to getting home
and collapsing in bed. Normally this bus was loaded with drunken
idiots on their way out of the string of bars, but the last of them
had stumbled off at the previous stop. My house was past this big
office park, the last stop the bus would make before turning around,
so I was inevitably the last one to get off. Just before the doors
were about to shut though

A
gorgeous woman lay in a large bed. She'd clearly collapsed there in a
hurry the night before. In the corner of an otherwise neatly kept
room was the crumpled up outfit she'd worn the previous night, a
skimpy peach sundress. Now she was breathing softly, a deep sleep
bringing her sometimes to the cusp of a cute little snore. She hadn't
even bothered to pull the covers over her, let alone dress in a
nightshirt or pajamas. She was thus splayed in glorious and unashamed
nudity, a grin on her sleep

*hic*
"Damn it..." *HIC*
"Something
wrong, ?"
She
smiled at her boyfriend as his face twisted into a sour expression.
"Aw,
I've got the hiccups. I can never seen to get rid of them," he
pouted.
She
giggled, a thought coming to mind. They said the way to lose the
hiccups was just distract the hiccuper until they were gone. She had
an idea that should prove highly distracting.
"I
know a surefire cure, but you have to trust me. Do exactly what I say
and don't stop

“Okay!
Step right up, who’s next?” Sam said.
Sam,
Mark, and Brit were in a small, previously abandoned storefront in
their local mall. Technically Julia was there as well, but she wasn’t
in a postion to lend a hand, as she was only about four days into her
“punishment” for taking advantage of Mark not long before.
The
storefront was cheap to rent, most likely because it wasn’t really
large enough for a normal store, and they’d decided it was a
perfect fit for their purposes. It w

A
middle-aged woman looked over her glasses at the nervous young woman
across from her. The young woman was glancing about, a glaze of
anxious perspiration on her face. She was dressed in attractive
business attire, had an athletic yet curvy figure, her face was cute
and pixie-ish, and a kicky energetic haircut. The pair of women were
seated on either side of a conference table in a large and otherwise
empty conference room.
“Jane,”
said the woman with the glasses.
“Mrs.
Stein,” said Jan

There
she was... sleeping beside him, like an angel. He still couldn't
believe his luck, that he'd ever ended up in bed with her. She was
perfect. An angel. The way she looked, the way she talked. The way
she laughed. The way she smelled. He'd only known her for a few days,
but things went so perfectly, and they were so comfortable together,
that she decided there was no sense going home. She just stripped
down and cuddled up close, dropping to sleep with simple innocence
and bliss like she was

Miles
walked down the street, box in hand. He brushed a lock of blonde hair
from in front of his hazel eye, then carefully slide his hand back
beneath the white pastry box. He couldn’t help but smile as he
thought of the evening ahead. He’d been looking forward to it ever
since he’d received the invite a week ago.
“Sixty-eight,
seventy, seventy-two Willow Street. This is the place,” he said.
It
was almost a dream come true. He’d been friends with Mayama for
years, but it had always b

Julia
sat at her workbench, phone to her ear as she twisted the screwdriver
into a bizarre contraption. Her face was twisted in concentration,
and peppered with more than a bit of frustration. A fair amount of it
was directed at whoever was on the phone.
“Yeah…
Yeah I know
I said you’d win a weekend with the device… Well you had to…
Listen… You had to do it without causing a scene. … What about
that lady. … Don’t pretend you don’t know what I’m talking
about, I saw you do i

"My
goodness!" she cried, her voice twisted with the exquisite agony
of an approaching climax.
"My
(huff) goodness?" he panted, between thrusts. "Who (huff)
taught you (huff) to talk (huff) dirty?"
The
pair had been going at it all night. After missionary, doggy-style,
cowgirl, and reverse cowgirl, they'd run out of positions they both
knew, so now he was humping her doggy-style again. That was his
favorite.
"Mmm...
Oooh..." her voice fluttered. "I'm.

There
are some things the human mind really isn’t prepared to come to
terms with. One of them, it turns out, is finding oneself lodged
bodily into the cleavage of a beautiful woman. It had been some time
since that unthinkable thing had happened. What started as an
innocent hug had gotten deeper and deeper until finally she’d
pushed his bare feet between her breasts and out of the world. Now he
was grappling with the logisitical ramifications of such a thing. Was
he smaller now? Was that wha

“Hello
and welcome once again to Mad Science Kink!” proclaimed Julia Young
in her typical ‘sexy scientist outfit.’ “I’m pleased to say
that we’ve finally got access to the portable HDTF, and that means
that we can do our first ever ‘public test’ of the device! We
have been getting lots
of requests for this one. First, let’s get your stars out here!
Sam, Lexi, that’s your cue!”
A
bouncy, enthusiastic brunette and redhead pranced on camera. As was
typically the case for the

The
camera faded in to reveal a brunette, clad in lab coat and nothing
else.
“Thanks
for the great demonstration, Brit! And to think, I thought it would
be boring! But we’re done with the business. On with the pleasure!
There’s been a lot of talk about how the HDTF can be used for games
and contests! We had a few ideas, but most of them involved that
portable HDTF that Brit was using, and we didn’t build a second one
yet. So we’ve set those aside for now, and instead we’re going to
t

The
camera faded in to show a studious and academic young woman. She was
tall and fit, with an attractive figure and blonde hair. Those
familiar with the Mad Science Kink knew her as the killjoy known as
Brit Markov. She was wearing a lab coat, but rather than the
provocative and titillating way the other girls tended to do so, she
was wearing it the way an actual scientist would, over a sensible
wardrobe. She appeared to be standing in a white, clinical hallway.
“Hello,”
her expression sour

In
a forgotten desk in the corner of a partially renovated warehouse, a
drawer rattled. The desk was in a small circle of light cast by a
single overhead lamp in the otherwise darkened building. The rattling
sounded like it might have been a mouse, but much smaller, and far
more motivated. Also, mice tended not to swear quite so often. A set
of fingers appeared gripping the top edge of the drawer from the
inside, and after a moment the face of a very angry woman joined
them. The crack above the

“Hello
and welcome to another episode of that up and coming—no pun
intended—pornographic and educational web series, Mad Science
Kink!” said Julia, a lab coat-clad brunette with a dynamite body,
in her best announcer voice. “We’ve been getting a lot of great
feedback from you,
the fans. We’ve seen votes for such diverse experiments as cock
vore, auto-fellatio, and self vore. All fine ideas and we hope to get
to them soon. We also hope to do a short series on some of the…
let’s

Julia
Young led three other women to the door of a large, unassuming
warehouse toward the edge of town. Each of the other women carried a
bundle about the size of a briefcase, while Julia carried a ring of
keys and a more secure case on a hand truck.
“So
why are we doing this again?” said the thin blonde, a woman named
Carla.
“We’re
doing this because you three are interns. Paid interns, which more
than I can say for myself when I first started doing course work. But
as interns, you’re

“God
damn it, hurry up!” growled a tiny voice.
If
a sane, normal person were to look in on the small workshop in the
basement of a college building, they wouldn’t remain a sane or
normal person for long. Most of the contents of the room were fairly
mundane. There were a handful of women, one man, a desk, and some
scientific equipment. The most unusual object in the room was an
unidentifiable cluster of metal and components that looked like a
microwave under repair, with a close runner up b

Lexi
sat on the desk of a small room in the basement of the science
building at the university. She could have been excused for feeling
frightened or confused. It would have been only natural. After all,
at the moment she was eighteen inches tall, naked, and sitting on a
desk cluttered with books, beakers, and test tubes. She’d spent
more than a week being passed around the seedier side of the
university, acting as everything from a dildo to a butt plug to a
snack
for any man or woman with the

“Ahem.
Let’s begin, shall we?”
The
woman speaking was Brit Markov. Despite her lean, attractive build
and gorgeous blonde hair, it was clear at a single glance that there
were far more important things to her than her appearance. Currently
her hair was pulled back into a bun and she was dressed in a white
lab coat. On her face were a pair of stylish glasses, and in her
hands were a pen and clipboard. A camera had been set up on a tripod,
and she was currently addressing it directly.
“I
w

Samantha
Sparks, a buxom redheaded young college student, was happily tapping
away at her keyboard in her dorm room one afternoon while dressed in
her sweat suit. For the last few months she'd been worried that
bio-med may not have been the right major for her. Sure, she'd been
getting good grades, but her heart just hadn't been in it. Then came
the day that her roommate Julia had walked in on her in the shower.
After a bit of fooling around, things got a little bit strange. How
strange? Julia m

Mark
Horner, an athletic young college student, yawned and looked at his
watch. He was reclined on a beanbag chair in nothing but a pair of
gym shorts, leafing through a magazine and looking generally
exhausted. Besides himself and the beanbag, the only other things in
the room were a bed, a camera, and a statuesque blonde working
through some paperwork at a desk in one corner. The woman’s name
was Brit Markov. She was in a robe, and had the ridiculously sensual
glow and disheveled hair of som

An
image clicked on to reveal Julia Young, a perky and well-endowed
brunette grad student, backing away from the camera after powering it
up. She was dressed in a fuzzy robe with her bare feet sticking out
the bottom. Beside her was a taller woman, not quite so generously
built, with blonde hair and paler skin. The blonde was wearing a
similar robe along with a pair of stylish glasses, but her expression
didn’t have the manic enthusiasm of her brunette companion. Instead
she had a look of meas

A
young woman named Julia Young was seated at a makeshift lab station
in the basement of a female unisex dorm. The station was little more
than a folding table beneath a fluorescent light, scattered with
assorted multimeters and writing implements. The centerpiece was
something that l looked like a particularly elaborate toaster oven
covered with wires and sporting a robotic pincher on the inside.
Behind the thick glass viewing window of the device was a strawberry,
and laid out in front of the

I
was on the elevator at work. It was the sort of thing I'd done a
dozen times that day, there wasn't anything special about it. Our
building was 45 stories tall and honestly didn't have a whole lot of
floor space on each floor, so you tended to spend a lot of time on
the elevator. Right now there were three people on the elevator with
me, which was a bit much for the smallish elevator car, but again,
one gets used to such things after a few weeks. We'd all gotten on at
the fifth floor, and the

KEFRATIRI: THE HUNTRESS
TURNABOUT INTRUDER

Story by Omega
From the pages of Furoic Age
All characters and locations
are (c) StarField Games and
the respective players.
Not to be reprinted without the author's permission
Events within this story take place sometime
just before the events in "Obsession".
2000

The hyena

The Usual Place
By
Twrch_Twryth(@yahoo.com)
"Holy crap you
guys, you'll never guess what happened!!" I screeched as I
entered the crowded room. My sorority sisters looked up at me in
surprise. They had been quietly discussing the local Greek
developments when I had burst into the house.
"What is it Thea?"
the sorority president, Mia, demanded.
"I got a ticket to
Tuesday's Decision!" I cried out. The other girls jumped to
their feet shrieking in joy. After a few

"OMG! Mom!"
By
Twrch_Twryth(@yahoo.com)
Jane Adamini was lost
in her music, singing “Indian Reservation” to herself as she
carried the basket of laundry upstairs. Her MP3 player on her hip,
she was in the productive housewife zone, a nearly mindless state
where she cleaned through her regular routine. Without thinking much
about it, she pushed the door to her daughter’s room open. What
she saw froze her in her tracks. The basket of laundry dropped from
limp hands. Mark Lind

A young woman finds out her childhood best friend- a fox plushy named Fluffy- is actually a kitsune that has been watching over her her whole life, but will that trust now be used against her?


Fluffy



I pushed the stray hair out of my eyes and reached for the next box. Mom was right: there was a lot of our old stuff in here. Pictures from Ms Johnson's fourth grade class when we went on that field trip to the chicken farm and from my sleep over at… oh what was her name? Well at

There we both stood, two girls in the same room, naked. There wasn't anything sexual in it for me. It was just a favor. This other woman? She was my best friend. She stepped forward, and kissed me fully on the lips.
 
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I came to her home, crying like a child. My boyfriend had just dumped me and she'd always been my safe haven whenever I was sad. She was always so strong, shouldering her own burdens and helping to carry my own.
 
She was average in looks. Average height, av

"Get rid of her."


Lilac's word was final. Although he disagreed, Krode snatched Emily's bound hands and dragged her out the door towards the dungeons.


"So," Emily panted as she was shoved roughly through the corridor. "Finally realized I'm of no use to you, huh? I've been telling you that from the start."


"You shouldn't sound so happy, girly," Krode muttered. "Bein' of no use means getting rid of you for good. I doubt you'll be pleased wi