It’s What You Deserve [Gay] [furry] [fanfic]

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Alright, how much time’s left?…Three and a half hours. Sure. Just half an hour passes after five hours of looking away from it. Fan-fucking-tastic. Ok, you know what? Not that bad. That’s 60 minutes three times and then one half. Each of those 60 minutes is just…uh…15? Yeah, 15 minutes 4 times. And 15 minutes is just 3 minutes 5 times. So in all actuality, I’m waiting 3 minutes…70 times and then my shift’s completely over. And I think one of those three minutes passed just thinking about that. So 69 more to go…heh. Oh, the joys of being bored as all hell. At least one good thing came from school. I can now add a bit of flair to counting down the minutes. Totally worth the 7 hours every day for half my life.

Payback [f/f incest, a bit of massage, somnophilia, reluctant to accepting]

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“Ok, that should be everything, right?” mom questions dropping off the last box,

“Yup,” I answer back as I put down my box, cracking my back afterwards, “Thanks again for helping me move, mom. You’re amazing.”

“Well, what kind of a mother bird would I be if I didn’t help my baby bird soar? Not a very good one.”

“Ha-ha, I guess you have a point there.”

“I always have a point, Taylor. You know this. Now, are you sure you don’t need any help with putting your stuff away? Because, I assure you, I have no issue with helping.”

“Mom, I already told you, what you’ve done is plenty. I’ve got this. Don’t worry your head about it, ok? Plus, I already have a system I have planned. You don’t know where everything will be put, relocated seven different times, thrown randomly out of frustration for not having a clue to where to put them, to finally being settled where it’ll be forgotten until auction time at garage sales.”

Helping My Big Sis (snippet) [ff] [futa] [inc]

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Natalie makes it to her room, shutting the door and tossing the laptop onto her bed, taking in what just happened. She slumps onto her bed with a deep sigh as the events replay in her head. She then lays down as the replay continues. When she does, she feels her dick practically trying to burst through her shorts. She sighs in annoyance before unbuttoning them and sliding them off, freeing her cock.

‘Well, it’s gonna be quite the challenge working with this, isn’t it?’ she thinks to herself, bringing her hand to her shaft, ‘Ok, might as well take care of it.’

The Things I Do [mm]

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Alright, I’m here. Sitting at the park at the dead of night when I could be sleeping. What the fuck does Kevin want? And why isn’t he even here? I swear to God if he shows up in a pig head again, I’m gon-

“See, look,” I hear Kevin’s voice say as he sits down next to me.

I turn around to see him with some girl. Ok. What’s going on here?

“He’s right here,” Kevin says, “What do you want us to do?”

“Prove that you’re gay, what did you think I wanted?” 

Well that took a turn.

“Uh…sure,” Kevin responds before turning to me, “Easy enough.”

He immediately gives me a peck on the lips. I’m so taken aback by the sudden action, I just freeze. What’s going on? Who is this girl? Why is she here? What the fuck, Kevin?!

Always Remember To Stretch [mf]

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Cheerleaders are the best thing to ever happen to planet Earth. They’re gorgeous, flexible, and overloaded with energy. But most importantly of all, more often than not, they’re dumber than a sack of rocks. And luckily for me, my daughter, Lana, decided to befriend one that fits the mold. She’s so clueless that she got kicked out of college for failing a test on purpose because she made herself believe that failing tests is always the best thing.

But that’s not even the best part. Since she’s got nowhere else to go since her parents won’t allow her back, we’ve arranged that she stays with me while Lana is on campus. Life’s just great. And not only do I have a gorgeous young woman living in my house, but I can practically get her to get her to do whatever I want. She’s watched one too many karate movies, so she thinks there’s some greater meanings to everything I have her do.

Vixen The Problem

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It’s not fair. Why do people keep treating me like this? It’s not my fault. I didn’t ask to be born like this. And it’s not like I’m being a nuisance. I try to stay out of everyone’s way as much as I can. So why? Why does everyone feel the need to make fun of me? To laugh at me? To hurt me? Did I say something I shouldn’t have to someone really important? I didn’t mean to. This isn’t right.

“Ooo, what a fox,” I hear as I walk through the halls. I clench my bag.

“Hey, say something, foxy,” I hear someone else say. I walk faster.

“Shouldn’t pets be on a leash?” someone else adds on. My eyes start to water.

Learn Your Place 2 [m/f] [student/teacher]

Yo wut it do. So I kinda goofed this up my first time posting it. So I fixeded it and now you get what’s been HEAVILY requested of me. Thanks for the support btw. Didn’t expect it to blow as much as it did. Anyway, here’s the shtoreh. Enjoy.

We step back into the classroom to see that everyone’s chatting up a storm, laughing it up, or just being rowdy like some fucking idiots. I look over to her and see that she’s still intimidated. I bring my hand to her back, gently rubbing it to calm her nerves. Guess it worked. She suddenly looks a bit more relaxed. She then heads to the front of the class.

“Hey!” she shouts in a demanding tone, gathering a shocked expression from every face in the room, including mine, “Sit down!”

A moment of silence passes before snickers are heard. Then the entire class erupts into laughter.

“Oh no,” someone says mockingly, “She used her outside voice. Guess we gotta do what she says now.”

“I said. Sit. Down.” she says, less loud, but more serious.

“Aww,” someone else rebuttals, “She’s getting all serious. What are you gonna do if we don’t?”

Learn Your Place [fm] [teacher/student]

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It makes no sense. It just seems anyone can get a teacher’s degree nowadays. What kind of person is so unprofessional that they quit right at the end of the school year? Especially a senior class? It’s such a shame. Teachers really just don’t give a damn anymore. Now we have this pushover who can’t even have any type of conviction in her voice in fear of getting snapped at. I mean, she’s cute and all, but that’s not getting her anywhere. This is so stupid. But whatever. Just one more week of this garbage and she can be a problem for these juniors next year.

Speak of the devil, here she is. Ten minutes late. Oh, that’s not gonna be well received.

“Hello, class,” she starts in her soft voice, “Sorry I’m late, I w-”

Quizzical [mf] [inc]

[Yo wut it do? ](https://archiveofourown.org/works/28074957/chapters/68782839)

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After School Special

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1y5XAO8FhsxfinTuTIPlH1LziKb5GBp_03Ljw6qgIOLM/edit?usp=drivesdk

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