Saintly Perfect Goddess

Author's declaimer: This is not about the nearly unknown Antarctic Press character by the same name as the title. She was, however, something of an inspiration for this work. I will probably not be writing more in this universe, but I invite others to do so if the fancy takes them. Please, just put my name somewhere near your own if you do. Sincerely, Mr. GreyMan

Sophya and Niky

Author's declaimer: This story was inspired by an series of illustrations by N647 about "Sophya and Niky." This work is meant as an over-the-top Mary-Sue story, right down to the color-changing eyes. It is overdone by design with no apologies. I will not be writing more in this universe, but I invite others to do so if they wish, either before of after these events. I know N647 will not mind. Sincerely, Mr. GreyMan

The HouseHold

This is the story of the fall of the futa Goddess of Excess. It is a rewriting of a series of erotic role playa woven into a coherent narrative. It takes place in the "Household," a shifting house of eldritch mystery. This story could be considered the dramatisation of the history of a now defunct erotic role play server. The Aspect of Excess becomes more as the POV character learns about the history of this depraved place. This narrative contains a giant futanari goddess that dominates all within her domain. There are elements of pheromone manipulation, growth of all kinds, fear arousal, emotional control, soft vore, and futa on everything. PS - If you wish to support me, please buy something at my amazon store: https://www.amazon.com/Heather-Taylor/e/B07SSH93X7

Hope

"If you do the right thing for the wrong reasons, the work becomes corrupted, impure, and ultimately self-destructive." Note: Extreme content. See Author's Note and content warnings inside. Read at your own risk.

Kimmy’s Plaything

It happened in an instant. Our senior physics club was touring the giant MaWSI facility at Caltech in a room filled with superconducting magnets and lasers. Most of the kids were barely paying attention because Emily, a previously-mousy brunette who had returned from summer vacation with a new wardrobe, a new hairstyle, and, most importantly, new breasts, was wearing a tight sweater and no bra. Most of the boys were crowded around her, staring while they tried to come up with some way to talk with her.

Sun Worshipper

 

Below is a story I originally wrote as a “choose your own adventure” entry at Writing.com. I’ve stitched the main path of that story here for your enjoyment. If it seems a little choppy in places, meandering, or if the characters ask themselves questions that they immediately answer, now you know why!

Enjoy!
 

Sun Worshipper