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Author's Note: Like the beloved TV series of which this is a pastiche, the tone of "Last Frontier" is sometimes going to be dark and grittily realistic, and at other times light and somewhat outrageous.
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The starship Vanguard is seen silhouetted against blackness dotted with myriad points of light, grav drives glowing against the dark background....

Part 2
Conclusion
Space Force Earth, Star Ship Brizo, Captain's Log: 2324-0527.
It has been three days since Space Force Command has had any communication contact with the Explorer Survey Ship, Ambassador 3. This is not correct procedure. SF Command fears the worst. Captain Kirock is a tried-and-true captain. If there was a major mishap, the ship should have automatically ejected a rescue or communication beacon with repeating signals to alert Command. These beacon buoys broadcast on a continually ...

Chapter 25 - Hellraiser and Heifer
"I still don't like this," Faustyna said, as Ariana held up a bleeding lamb over her naked body as a ritual to open a portal to hell. The blood drenched her head to toe, spread thanks to Warren beside her, who then stuck his dick into her mouth for a few thrusts then jerked himself off onto her chest, dripping down into the gap of red held between her tits. She was just about done herself thanks to my arcane assistance to get her off....

The Cave of Peril: A Sidequest of The Chronicles of Grailcock
~ In which Sir Cedric of Thistlecock, human vessel of the divine Grailcock, along with the maiden Spurt (formerly), and trusty steed Stickyprance, seek to retrieve the Holy Hand Grenade of Whoremoans from The Cave of Peril.
~ And in which Sir Cedric vanquishes (but, does he? reeallly?) the Black Knight at Cameltoe Chasm....

Pager Update : Debs continues her whoring each night and now her daughter, Chrissy, has been joined for an overnight stay by the ugly, obese, Owen. This man has promised Chrissy she will beg for his cock before the night is out. Georgina has thoroughly enjoyed her first date, prostituting herself with a man, Monty. : Update Ends...

Chapter 12 - Freedom
Taking Genie's previous suggestion, George asked to be turned into a housefly, the strangest feeling transformation yet, and zipped undetected through the halls toward the dragon who'd taken Piper's tablet. The building was on high alert, and every available body was scrambling to find them. Meanwhile, the five that were trapped in the cell were still there. George hoped there wasn't a spare key within easy reach. But Charlie still had his radio, and George could hear him barking ord...

Well, well, well. Join me now, Gentle Reader, and see what I mean when I say, "Characters do the damndest things." I'm presenting my introductory note below, just as I wrote it when this story first showed up in my mind this morning (sometimes they do that). As you can see, things didn't exactly turn out as I expected....

5 -- The Agony of Change
The pain had worsened. Every excruciating inch of it was centered on her groin, around the inner parts of her vagina. Something was coming out of it.
Her mind raced, but she couldn't form a coherent thought. She only cried out in pain as tears fell down her face, her body curling in on itself....

Jeremy awoke with his arm draped over Daniella's chest, and then he groaned as the chastity cage bit down on his burgeoning erection. Just once, he would like to awaken and feel the flesh of his cock harden against Daniella's firm buttocks, to have her stir from slumber and then mount him to ride him into the new day, to see her beautiful black hair and winning smile above him, bouncing, taking him. Just once he'd like to awaken and not be a slave, like Daniella, just to be free....

(Note: This is a long, ongoing story. It is a story with sex. It's a sexy story. It is in many ways a story about sex. But, it is not strictly a sex story. Many chapters may even be SFW.
This chapter is slightly NSFW.)
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Awaken
Eli drifted in the fox woman's lullaby, its soothing melody coiling through his entire being like a lover's breath. Her strong arms held him in her jungle den, fingers grazing his chest, her earthy scent--damp soil, pine, raw musk--flooding his senses, stirring a hunger deep in his heart.
The fire's glow danced across her scars, her husky whisper--"I won't leave"--carved into his bones, alive with the forest's pulse. His body, torn from the bonewraith, melted against her, the stitched gash on h...

CHAPTER ONE
Fade to Black.
Executive Liaison Hexley Sweet. What a delight to think about one's own name. Her tall, red heels clicked against the obsidian tiles of the Dark Lord's tower with all the deliberate menace of a professional who understood that lateness, like sincerity, was for amateur succubi. And Hexley was no amateur. As of this morning, she was a fully-accredited Liaison, a 'sexecutive', in trade lingo. And for no less a firm than Infernal Ink, Incorporated. That's Inf. Ink, Inc., to thos...

Johanna Bloodthorne was already well known in the community as a witch but even if you were new in town, it didn't take you long to come to the same opinion yourself.
The chic wide brimmed pointed hat was a bit on the nose and her fall colored red locks spilling out from behind it told you "witch" in the same way a worried whispered voice from a catholic mother would. The slinky black dresses she wore hugged her hourglass figure and was only made more noticeable by the corset that made each end of the ho...

Droos dreamed of food. He had always loved food, loved trying new textures and tastes as much as he could. Molk, his homeworld, certainly had its own share of variety, but it always left something wanting for him. As a species, the folifodes had never made great strides in animal husbandry, relying instead on a robust system of agriculture and foraging. Spices, which never saw much import, tended to be whatever happened to grow locally, meaning most meals were fairly plain. Eating meat was also rare, and us...

Prologue -- One More Minute
My name is Juliette Holloway. Most people call me Julie. I have a doctorate in applied physics, a slightly unhealthy relationship with post-it notes, and a cat named Schrödy who believes emotional support is a one-way contract. I also built a time machine in my basement. It's small, unpredictable, and partially held together by desperation and electrical tape. It shouldn't work. But it does. And I didn't build it to change the world. I built it for something much simpler....

AUTHOR NOTE: Hi readers, this story is an *UNFINISHED* draft.
It's the sequel to something I wrote and put out years ago. There's a substantial amount of work in this draft, but I haven't touched it in a long time and at this point I don't think I'm going to return to it.
I considered deleting it, but I decided to publish it instead because I was happy with how it was going at one time, and it's more content for Zayir, a setting that I want to flesh out more fully in the future....

"Welcome to the crew new girl," I say as she sits down across the table. She looks nervous, and a little giddy.
"Hi... thanks?" She glances around the room quickly, taking in the rest of the performers. More than a few eyes look back curiously.
"It's not quite how I imagined. Everybody seems... so normal. Nice, even."...

We lived in the back country. Endless, untamed forest and field. Never had I seen any of the magnificent cities or even any of the larger towns that supposedly existed in the Kingdom of Angorn.
But I loved the stories.
Majestic castles, fearless knights, honor and glory! Stories like that excited me, made me think life could be about more than just filling one's stomach....

Within minutes of being introduced to the group, Cora regretted it immensely. They were all from the United States, like her, of approximately the same age, but likely from different states.
And most of them scrambled backwards when she walked in. A conversation containing distinct accents tapered off as the door shut....

Thank you FBG for editing this story, and all of my stories. I appreciate your help as always.
A powerful sorcerer uses magic to punish and control his human slave from afar after she breaks her contract and runs away from him. [M/f, chastity, fantasy, magic, orgasm denial, punishment]
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She didn't get to just run away, Talore thought to himself. His errant slave had signed a five-year contract, binding herself to him in exchange for the services that only he could give her. He expected Amanda ...

Author's note.
1). Remember, your help in pointing out errors will help keep me from having to take long periods off to edit. Your help in this is much appreciated.
2). Feedback from my readers is my fuel to keep writing. If you enjoy my work, please take the time to let me know in the comments. It does wonders for my motivation to write....

Chapter 1
Most of all, you feel loathsome.
She betrayed you with another.
You killed them.
The judge sentenced you to sexual reprogramming.
The press gave it the moniker, "Penile Reform."
You sit jostled by the prison van, and your breasts vibrate like gelatin from the rough road. You can't see beyond the white metal sheet put over the window. You and the other prisoners look like a motley group of denim and white cotton....

Thanks to Liter Knight for her careful editing!

Chapter 3

Lily sat down across from Abby, two small beers in hand. Lily gave Abby her genuine smile, not the one she gave the patrons, as she slid the beer forward. As always it made Abby smile back. Lily was one of the few people who saw her smile growing up....

Psyche & Eresto Part 1: Second Life
Chapter 2: Second Life
"Is this real?" Kim asked, her mouth agape.
"It's as real as can be," Eresto claimed. "And there's more to see. There are people to meet, too."
"But how is this possible?"
Kim was standing at the bathroom window, water dripping off her to the floor. As she stood at the window, she gaped at the details of the landscape outside. Her mind raced trying to come up with possibilities of what had happened and where she was. "Wake up, Kim!" S...

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Damian had an easy time preparing for the museum trip because he had slaves to help him dress, and because his roommate was going on the same trip. Damian did not, strictly speaking, need help getting dressed. Boxers, shirt, pants, socks, shoes. It wasn't hugely difficult, but having three monster girls fuss about with his body was enjoyable nonetheless. Beatrice buzzed around his body, tucking, pulling, fiddling, brushing his hair. While it was probably all fairly pointless,...

Chapter One
Naked as the day she was born, she stood on the hill watching the battle on the field below.
Not a person down below saw her, but all knew she was there. Some waited for her, some anticipated, some feared.
Impassively, she witnessed the bloody skirmish below. The anguished cries of the dead were louder than any sounds of the battle, their mournful cries and sobs even reaching her from afar....

The feel of the mitts around his hands was still new, and the sensation of having a flesh and blood tail had not yet worked its way into the very centre of his mind. Tushie the petmale, who just two weeks before had been the free man Gary H--, sat nervously in his cell and waited for his Master to arrive. His tail twitched as he thought about what Master might do with him today....

Abigail

"Me?!" I asked, staring at Doll like she'd grown a second head. Which, to be frank, would have been more believable in my opinion. I mean, why couldn't the fucking divine creation grow a second skull? It would make a hell of a lot more sense than putting me in charge! "I don't know how to... do anything you do! I don't even know what it is!"...

Author's notes:
This is the continuation of A Long Time from Home II and if you haven't read that, I advise you to do so. The series is self-edited, so any mistakes are mine, though I now have a proofreader, that can catch missing words ect. Thanks to Jessejames932006 for doing that.
This chapter is darker than usual, the combat is bloodier, the dark magic more horrifying. If that is not for you, just skip this chapter and wait for the next....

It wasn't a long wait for the taxi. Within fifteen minutes a Crown Victoria pulled up to the square in front of the Orchard, painted with glossy yellow and black in the style of Knight Errant uniforms. An elven individual got out of the driver's side and adroitly opened one of the rear doors for Dawson. There was a barely perceptible raise of one immaculate grey brow when she told them the destination but no commentary was proffered....