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Step Mino-mom

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"Step Mino-mom"

Noah didn't mean to stare-really, he didn't. He'd averted his eyes a dozen times already. He'd shifted focus, coughed into his fist. He'd managed to read (or at least, pretend to) while his step mother spoke to him. But as he sat across from her now, stirring his salad with his fork, one word came to mind. A single syllable that twisted his tongue and refused to leave.


Noah had known about Vivian for a while. His father loved her, and it wasn't Noah's place to judge. But it was one thing to hear her voice over a weekly call to his father. The occasional email and text, so impersonal. To see her in the flesh didn't startle him, or make his stomach turn. He'd come to terms with that. Rather, she left his mind blank.

So he stared. He stared at her horns, at her auburn eyes and her caramel coat. He stared when her tail idled behind her and flicked at the air. When her chest strained against the human size clothes, their seams ready to burst at-

“So you're graduating next semester, right son?”

Noah blinked, and shoved a fork of leafy greens into his mouth. He gave a nod, and looked up at his father with a smile. His teeth tore through the leaves, and he smiled.

“Yep, should be. I'm shopping around right now for work. Lotta temp places hiring, but I ain't too keen on them,” he said. His father, brown eyes bright, just smiled and continued to eat. Vivian grinned, and nudged his father.

“You know, he won't admit it? But he's been talking about you non-stop all week,” she said. The minotaur giggled, her breasts jiggling against the table. His father blushed, and shook his head.

“Shush, don't tell him that,”

“And why not, Frank? It's true. And last I checked, it's okay to be fans of your children,”

“Vivian, stop-”

It was Noah's turn to smile, and he laughed as he shoved in another forkful.

“Yeah yeah, I love you too pop,”

His father reached his hand over, and gave Noah's wrist a squeeze. He met his father's eyes for a moment, and the two shared a smile. As his father pulled his hand away, Noah glanced at Vivian. His eyes strayed for just a moment, but the minotaur beamed at him. She placed her fork down, and gave a dainty cough into her palm.

Noah became interested in his salad all over again.

“You know Noah, if you need a job? My family has a farm down south. A dairy. They could always use a hand-” she began, but Noah's father jerked his head up. His cheeks were tinged crimson, and he shook his head.

“Vivian, no. Noah's not going into-into that kind of-”

“Into the thing he went to school for, Frank? What's wrong with it? Animal husbandry pays very well last time I looked. And he'd work! It's not like we'd just give him the job!”

“Vivian, that's not the point. Noah's degree is-”

“What's the pay?”

Vivian and his father stopped, and looked at him. Noah crunched on his salad, and swallowed the pulp down as he met his step-mother's eyes. Vivian's lips quivered and broke into a smile as she leaned forward. She almost spilled out of her dress as motioned with her hands.

“Above minimum wage, which is more than you'll get doing temp work,” she said, “And it's long hours. Four days a week, room and board provided. It's a good job, Noah. Honest work as well, and you will be worked. Don't doubt for a second you won't,”

Frank coughed, and raised his hand “Vivian, if I may?”

The minotaur shrugged, and gripped her fork. She stared into her plate as Noah's father turned to him, his eyes searching the boys face. He lapped at his lips as they formed a thin smile.

“It's ah, not the kind of husbandry you learned about,” said Frank as he strummed his fingers. He raised his index finger, then gripped his chin as he swallowed. Vivian's eyes darted at him a moment, but as her fork scraped against her plate, she rose. Her chair screeched against the vinyl flooring as she walked out of the dining room. Frank glanced over his shoulder as she left, and Noah felt his stomach tinge as he watched his father's eyes crawl. When Frank turned to face him again, he leaned forward as he dropped his voice to a whisper.

“It's a bit more hands on, adult industry kind of stuff. Vivian means well, but it's...well, it's a dairy farm. Ran by minotaurs. Do you get where I'm going with this son?”

Noah's chest rose, and he let out a deep exhale as his throat dried. His foot began to tap against the floor, a nervous tick that rivaled his father's own habits. His ears pinned against his temple as he heard Vivian's hooves draw closer, clip-clapping with every step.

“Dad uh, I get it. But I'm not a virgin anymore".


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Date: 2017-07-18 21:10:25 Story #: 154 Mod: Ich Bin Master Ashes Feinrose

A kinky short story ;)

A kinky short story by [Hardee Har har]

"Treat me like a doll"

His hands are callused. Even his finger tips. I'd asked him once before how that had happened, but he'd just smiled. “Guitar and hard living,” he'd said, as though the two were inseparable. In the early days for us, they usually weren't. We'd drink, he'd tell a joke. We'd melt into each other by the fire. Then he'd play.

But that was well over a year ago. His fingers no longer plucked, though they did play.

The metal table makes my skin break into goosebumps. I keep my back arched, but every other moment it kisses the metal. Then I shiver again, and Sir just smiles. Even with his back turned, eyes glancing over a rack of toys, I know. He stops near the end of the rack, and reaches. I close my eyes and inhale deep as my breasts meet my chin.

By the sound alone, I know which toy it is. A loud, steady whirring which could only mean the Hitachi. I hear Sir's boots turn on their heels as my cunt grows warm with anticipation.

He doesn't say a word as he brings the toy between my thighs. The soft heads throbs against my clit, and I gasp. My eyes jerk open as I quiver and shake, my restraints tapping out a steady rhythm against the table. I try to meet Sir's eyes, but my eyes roll as I buck into the toy.

Yet still he smiles. The toy falls silent, pulled from me in an instant. My ass falls against the table as he bends forward. His hand meets my brow, and he pulls it back. He strokes my hair, and smiles.

“How's my sweet doll today? Feeling good?”

My tongue lolls in my mouth, words beyond it. The small of my back twitches, and Sir leans even closer. His lips meet my head as the Hitachi hums to life against my cunt. M spine spasms as he rises, watching the toy. Watching me.

“You're such a good girl,” he says as he cups his cock. He gives the growing tent a squeeze, eyes flicking between the Hitachi and my face. I bite my lip and try to contain the welling moan in my throat, but my mouth opens wide as I cry out. With a flick of his wrist the Hitachi hums louder still, my body convulsing beneath it's touch.

“That's it. Don't be afraid dear,” says Sir. “I just want to play. Let it all go,”

So I do. With a shudder and a grit of my jaw, my cunt floods the table. It coats it, spreading past the edges as it drips to the floor. Laughter fills the room as Sir throws back his head. I try to smile, eyes twitching as I look up at him. With a bulb behind his head, his feature's are bathed in a halo's light.

High cheeks. A scruff of a beard. Green eyes, edged with slight wrinkles. The grey at his temples makes him look handsome rather than aged. I'd joked with him before that he was “vintage”, but the truth was, he was beautiful.

He looked down at me, grin wide as he turned back to the toy rack. He laid the Hitachi down, and finger extended, glanced at it's peers. He dismissed them all with a wave, and put his hands at his belt buckle.

“What are you, dear?” he says. The belt comes loose, and he tosses it in a corner.


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Date: 2017-07-10 16:09:11 Story #: 153 Mod: Ich Bin Master Ashes Feinrose

The pet

The Pet - [Hardee Har har]

Cynthia waited by the window, her gaze never leaving the street. She sat on the couch, as she had for several hours, waiting for the midnight sheen of his car to pull up. She checked the phone he bought for her-still no messages. It was 4:59 Pm. Almost five. He'd be home any moment now, but those seconds stretched into the longest of hours.

Her thoughts wandered, as they often did, to his commitment. To loyalty. Cynthia had certainly been loyal. She'd fallen for Jericho a month after meeting him. He was a warm, happy man that seemed almost like a caricature of what they showed “real men” were on TV. He was a contrast to her in almost every way-Tall, almost so skinny that the autumn winds would blow him away. Cynthia most certainly had hips and a bust, but they felt too close on her small frame.. She had to look up just to speak to him. She felt so lacking compared to Jericho, so unfulfilled.

That's why she had agreed, with a blush in her cheeks, when Jericho told her what he was like behind closed doors.

She checked her phone again. 5 PM. Her heart lept, and she jumped off the couch. She ran to the kitchen, reaching for a black dog collar that lay there. She quickly tore off her top, freeing her G cups as her legs wrestled to get out of her pants. Her panties were an after thought as she ran to the door, snapping the collar around her neck. She sat on her knees again, ignoring their ache as she stood staring at the door handle.

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Date: 2016-06-01 17:30:05 Story #: 152 Mod: Ich Bin Master Ashes Feinrose

The Farm

"The Farm" - [Hardee Har har]

Themes: fem dom, lactation, monster girl, size difference

Percy sighed with relief as he saw a fence. He picked up his feet, praying to whatever gods were listening there was more to the place than just a fence. He gasped when he saw a barn, and a small cabin that chugged smoke from the chimeny.

Praise the high kingdom, people! And maybe they were nice!

Percy reached the fence, and almost tore it off the hinges before he caught himself. This wasn’t his house-these people, if they were around, might not take too kindly to travelers. Much less young men.

Percy gulped as he thought about the last farm he stopped at, over a hundred miles away. The farmer and his three daughters had been half-orcs, hideously misshapen and cruel. The girls had tried to assault him, all under the eyes of their old man. He had barely escaped in one piece, and had scraped by with his virtue in tact. His thoughts trailed a moment towards the girls, their laughs as they tore his clothes from him…


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Date: 2016-05-19 19:08:57 Story #: 151 Mod: Ich Bin Master Ashes Feinrose
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