Neutral Ground [MF][Religious][Fantasy][Some fantasy battle at the beginning][angels]

This is the first thing I've written in a long while, and I'm glad I did. Summer makes me lethargic, not that I minded. But it's time to get back into things. As always, any and all comments and constructive criticism are greatly appreciated. Please let me know what you think!


Limbo. A blasted, war-torn hellscape. Any buildings that might have stood there had long since collapsed, shattered by the ravages of a war as ancient as the universe itself. A layer of ash covered everything, raining from black clouds hanging low in the sky. The few crimson shafts of sunlight that managed to pierce the thick layer of volcanic dust scattered before they could touch the ground, burying the entire plain in perpetual twilight. The ash fell swift and silent, muting any sound that might come from the desolation.

There, Lailah was fighting for her life. She fell from the sky, plummeting toward a distant spot in the remains of planet Earth. Humanity had died eons ago, leaving an empty world behind, a dry husk. But the gods they’d worshipped, their servants, and their enemies, were immortal. Which included Lailah, even if she didn’t particularly feel immortal at that moment.

Circle of Cuckolds[Circle of Cuckolds[BMWF, Interracial, Cuckold, Conversion, Cuckold Club](Crosspost from /r/CuckoldSexStories)

Chapter 1

Bruce and his wife Linda were having drinks on the patio of their large suburban home. Bruce, a 42-year-old accountant, had done very well in his profession and was up for a vice presidency of firm. Their expensive home reflected Bruce's financial success.

Linda, a 36-year-old attractive brunette looked less than her age. Thanks to a disciplined regimen of exercise and diet, her figure was that of a woman ten years younger. Her most notable features were her large bust and long shapely legs. Linda was an elementary school teacher. The couple had no children, but were "trying." The problem, according to Bruce's physician was his unusually low sperm count. For them, timing would be everything if they were to succeed in getting pregnant.

Sex for Bruce and Linda was very satisfactory for him, but less so for Linda, although she never mentioned this to him out of concern for his fragile masculine ego. Things picked up somewhat for Linda when the couple ventured into the world of suburban swinging last year. Although the guys in their circle were nothing to write home about in Linda's opinion, at least they were better than Bruce in the sex department. The parties, however, had become less and less frequent, and this was the topic of conversation on this particular evening.

The transformation [F][Anal][fantasy]

Susie was devastated. She was crying and walking home to her apartment. Her whole world had just been shattered in a single moment. I kind older gentleman was standing outside a small shop that looked shut down. He called her over, "My dear what is wrong? Tell old Merl your tale."

Susie decided talking about it might help. Confession had always helped in the past. This man was no priest but an open ear was always worth it. They went into the shop and had a seat. Susie looked around at all the dust and cobwebs mixed with random knickknacks. Just wanting the ear she started to tell her story: She was very religious and grew up in a small town. Being a bit of a brainiac scoring perfect on her SAT exams she had a choice of any college she wanted. But she also had a boyfriend Bobbie whom she loved. She knew they were going to get married someday and become the perfect housewife. So when it came time to pick colleges, despite better offers she went to the same school as Bobbie. Now in her sophomore year she just found out Bobbie had been cheating on her sleeping with some sorority slut. They had promised each other to wait till marriage now that was ruined. She hated the sorority girl and wanted revenge though part of her was jealous of taking Bobbies virginity and having sex.

Turns out Princess Peach does a fuck ton of cocaine [MF] [Mast] [drugs] [MMF] [anal] [bd] [oral] [bst] [fantasy] (X-post /r/dirtywritingprompts

The pounding of the door is amplified by the high alabaster walls of the overly posh bedroom. It mimics the pounding in Peach’s skull as she stirs on the cold tile floor of her lavish bathroom completely naked except for a pair of stained panties and her tiara. She struggles to pull herself up, wondering who has the audacity to disturb her during her private time.

“Princess!” shouts Toadsworth as he incessantly pounds on the door. “Princess, you are needed to attend to your duties!”

Peach finally pulls herself up and onto the toilet, holding the sink next to her to keep herself steady. “Sonuvabitch…” she slurs, trying to keep the room from spinning. “Where the hell are my clothes? And why do I feel so…sticky?”

“Princess!” yells Toadsworth again. “You’ve been locked in your room for two days! Is everything okay?!”

“Two days?!” she exclaims to herself. “What the fuck have I been doing for two days?”

“That would be me, Princess,” grins a naked Wario standing in the doorway to the bathroom.

Peach recoils at the sight. “Oh, fuck me!”

Party plaything [bdsm] [Mdom] [Fsub][huml]

“Are you ready princess?” His voice turned me away from where I’d been anxiously stirring the stock pot. “Our guests will be arriving soon. Sarah will take over from here, you’ve got a more important job to do.” A thrill of nervousness and anticipation shot through me. He walked towards me, and started to untie the knot of my light cotton robe. He pulled the fabric open, resting it against my skin momentarily, stroking my hip bone with his roughly textured thumb.

He slid the robe off my shoulders, and I let him, watching somewhat numbly as it dropped to the floor. I stepped awkwardly out of the puddle of fabric it left at my feet, careful not to get my heels caught (Sarah had made me practise), or scuff them on one another. I looked up at his face apprehensively, sneakily, and watched him studying me. The black patent heels (Sarah’s choice), seamed stockings (the same), and the most ridiculously frothy white lingerie (thank god the salesgirl hadn’t checked in on us while Sarah was “helping me decide”). He grinned and dug around in his pocket momentarily, and pulled out a shiny gold lipstick case.

Maxwell Farm: Part 6 of 6 [MF and FFF, Fantasy, Breeding farm, Mild furry(cow), Lactation, Weight gain, preg, huml, reluc]

HER

I feel warm and safe. A contented sigh escapes my lips as I sit between Vicky and Bre. My muscles relax under Vicky's gentle touch. My eyes drift closed. I am exhausted from the ride over, and my mind, which has been racing with thoughts all day, is finally quiet.

Bre dips her hand in a nearby water bucket and lovingly kneads the cool liquid into my thigh. I hear a soft splash as she returns to the bucket and then back to my leg. I let out a low moan. I don't want to admit how good her attention feels. I snuggle my head deep in Vicky's pillowy fat. She leans forward and tenderly kisses my stubby horns.

I open my eyes as I hear Bre shift next to me. She groans a little, grabbing her beach ball belly, as she rises to her knees. She takes a rag, which had been hanging on the fence, and dunks it into the water. I listen as she rings the rag, a stream of water pouring back into the bucket. She places the damp cloth on my rear, just above my tail, and slowly rubs it across my skin.

Maxwell Farm: Part 5 of 6 [MF and FFF, Fantasy, Breeding farm, Mild furry(cow), Lactation, Weight gain, preg, huml, reluc]

HER

Dust kicks up behind the trailer as you drive me to Charlie Johnson’s farm. My body jiggles and bounces as we travel down a bumpy dirt road. The dust chokes me, making me cough, and an hour or so into the drive, I start to feel rather sick. I curl up in the hay on the floor of the trailer, but my mind is too full of thoughts to let me sleep.

By the time we reach our destination, I have grown quite thirsty. You lead me out of the trailer and to a trough just inside gate to Charlie’s barn. After only a few swallows, I can tell that Charlie has doctored his water the same way you have. I am simultaneously relieved and disappointed. My body craves the water, and yet, I long to be fit again.

You tell me to wait by the gate while you go to the farmhouse to let Charlie know we have arrived. At the opposite side of the pen, I see a group of five cows gossiping. Two are pregnant, although they don’t appear to be as debilitated as Missy. They both lean against the fence, their backs ached and their giant stomachs thrust forward. The others are about Mable’s size, maybe a little larger. One is wearing tight denim jeans that highlight her expansive hips and comparatively small waist. Another has on a plaid button-up that can barely contain her large, rounded breasts.

Maxwell Farm: Part 4 of 6 [MF and FFF, Fantasy, Breeding farm, Mild furry(cow), Lactation, Weight gain, preg, huml, reluc]

HER

I rush to dress and dry my eyes before Isobel arrives. As I grab my overalls, I find that I cannot get them over my rapidly expanding ass. I jump, shimmy, and pull, but they are just too small. Isobel arrives to see my large white rear, bare and exposed, with my overalls pulled tightly underneath.

“I told you to lay off the clover,” she mocks, dropping the bucket and walking back to her friends.

I fall to the hay, sobbing hysterically. I am so fat, and I hate it. I hear the sheep laughing. Then they start to taunt Yinlee: “You wanted to be like the cows.” “Soon you’ll be a fat whore like Kami.” “I will not!” she shouts back in protest. As I cry, my muscles grow tense and achy. By now I realize that even having the water on my skin is making me fat. I’ll just have to do without, I resolve silently as my sobs fade to a sniffle.

Still depressed and embarrassed, I wrap myself in my blanket and walk to Mable’s stall. She is lying quietly in the hay, her shirt partially unbuttoned as she nurses Toby. “Do you have any…bigger clothes I could borrow?” I ask meekly.

Maxwell Farm: Part 3 of 6 [MF and FFF, Fantasy, Breeding farm, Mild furry(cow), Lactation, Weight gain, preg, huml, reluc]

HIM

Several weeks go by, its now almost mid spring, the fields are almost completely tilled and you find you're working shorter and shorter days, not because you're getting lazy, but because there's less to do. Strangely you're okay with this, lounging in the fields or your stall more and more. Your clothes still feel impossibly tight, but you know you can't work it all off at once. Plus you haven't been drinking the water from the trough, just getting regular rub downs from me when you need them.

One day you wake up to a gentle hand on your body, its early, the sun hasn't even risen yet. You rub your eyes and glance around until you notice me in your pen, rubbing your leg slowly, examining you. You smile and giggle in your half-sleeping state and moo softly, "mmmoo … Max that… feels good… ta wake up to" my hands caress your thick thighs and down your calves, and as you follow my hands you can't help but feel that tingle again. Wanting, nay needing, that delicious explosion again you roll onto your belly and push your butt out, spreading your legs to reveal your plump fuckhole to me, mooing softly to encourage me. "Mmmmoo… Max.. p-please… mmmmooo … touch me again"

Maxwell Farm: Part 2 of 6 [MF and FFF, Fantasy, Breeding farm, Mild furry(cow), Lactation, Weight gain, preg, huml, reluc]

HIM

As you exit the barn and see my silhouette in the fields you notice there's the silhouette of a plow next to me. As you approach you notice there's no bull or horse to pull it and before you have a chance to question I cut you off, "Now Kami, I know you've got an… attestation to bein' a milking cow, truth is I could really use the hand plowing the field this season." My voice is deep and rich, just a hint of a southern accent to it, but not a drawl, you might almost think me a southern gentleman were it not for the flannel shirt and faded jeans. I stand at least a half a head taller than you, and you never really got the feeling of just how broad my shoulders were, built like an ox some might say.

I continue speaking, drawing you from your thoughts, "Now your master gave me the notion you would rather work like a bull than milk like a cow, an'… judging by the shape you got," I pat your thick thighs with a big calloused hand, emphasizing the shape I mean, "I figure you got some muscles that could be put to mighty fine use here under this plow." I gesture to the equipment, already to be used. "So… what do you say? You help me out and I see if I can convince your old farmer not to sell or slay ya, deal?"