It was around 2 in the morning, the dim light of the moon barely illuminating Gensō's bedroom. The white-furred Zoroark was sleeping soundly on his bed, naked as he ever was. His fat balls sloshed with seed, his plump sheath nestled above them and exuding a warm musk.
 
The door to his bedroom opened around this time and in walked some of his family; his grandfather Marcus, his great-grandfather Charles, and all three of his brothers. Charles and Marcus both took a deep breath of Gensō's musk as...

The Milking Hour
 
 
The late afternoon sun filtered through the wide, weathered slats of the old red barn at Liberty Acres, casting long, lazy golden beams across the fresh straw-strewn floor. Dust motes swirled lazily in the warm light, catching the rays like tiny fireflies. The air inside was thick, humid, and richly layered with scents: the sweet, grassy aroma of freshly cut hay piled high in the corners, the faint earthy tang of rich soil tracked in from the pastures outside, the

It was morning. Jess wasn't sure how she knew it was morning. Cloying darkness still enveloped her, thick, humid air filled her lungs, and she pushed lightly at the warm cocoon surrounding her. It wasn't blankets. It wasn't a sheet. It wasn't pillows. The pliable surface was skin... his skin. Her skin. Their skin. Whatever it was... and it still felt... foreign. Three weeks had passed now, three weeks since she'd slipped into her lover's balls, and three weeks since they'd both fallen asleep.

Subway Phantom
By VolGanis
 
 
Nick rubbed his eyes as he boarded the subway car, dropping into one of the plastic benches with a groan, nodding at the sole other occupant. Pulling out his phone, Nick started scrolling, grumbling again at the late hour, wishing the subway would get moving so he can finally sleep. The car shook as it began to move, Nick looked up at the roof and huffed before returning to his phone, his awareness of the world slowly fading as the clanking and droni