Sip of the Ol' Moonshine

Drinking with a donkey guy leads to further donkey-fication. Explicit.

Amy's friend's dad knew someone who was friends with a guy who had a place out in the backwoods that, if the hype was true, was an 'awesome place for parties and shit'. This somehow meant that Amy had to be the one to go out and get the keys from the guy. There were like five people who had more of a connection to this guy than she did, but nope. It was her out rumbling in her mother's sports car down dirt roads so tiny that even her phone had given up trying to navigate.

The girl bouncing on the driver's seat was a little on the short side, and that fact did annoy her every so often. But the good side of being short was that even if you weren't that curvy, it was like an optical illusion that made it look like you had boobs, even if they would look a lot smaller on someone taller. Her ponytail bobbed with every big rock the tires rolled over. She had grit her teeth together to stop her jaw from clattering. And the road just kept on going.

It had been about an hour's drive into the middle of nowhere when she finally came to the end of what was now little more than a trail in front of a wooden cabin. It didn't look bad, to be honest—it was a decent size, had a porch out front, and even seemed to have a basement from the looks of it. She'd been worried there was going to be just a tin shack or something.

The guy she was supposed to met must have heard her pulling up, because as she was climbing out of the car, she heard the door of the cabin swinging open. She pushed the car door shut and rounded the car to see him coming out of the cabin.

Strawberry and Bubblegum

A diner serves up some tasty and transformative milkshake flavors. Mature.

We don't get a lot of regulars coming in at two in the morning, so I could figure they were the traveling sort. We're out on the highway so we get a lot of those types. Road trips, vacationing in California, heading to Las Vegas, that kinda thing. I was busy putting the clean glasses away, but you can't miss when a car pulls in, especially when it's so quiet.

So I gave them the 'Howdy and welcome to Allie's Diner!' thing when they came in. I think the first girl was kinda...well I don't wanna be mean but with that long brown hair and the big glasses and that teeny body she looked kinda like a mouse. And the other girl was a bit taller and had maybe a cup size on her friend, but I figured she could be some junior politician or something with that serious short hairdo and commanding kinda look.

I was gonna go and ask them what they wanted to drink but I could tell they were staring at my chest and whispering to each other. And I get it, it's cool! A lot of girls would love to have tits like mine. And I know how girls with little boobs are jealous of girls with big boobs, so it didn't even bother me. I wanted to help them out though.

Conversion

College girls on a road trip have a run-in with alien parasites. Explicit, mild gore.

"We're gonna see if there's anything to do in this dump. You wanna come with us?"

Jessie cracked her toes. She stretched them out after tugging off her sneakers. She could see a sliver of the ass of Emily's jeans through the open bathroom door.

"Nah, I'll stay here. I'm pretty tired from the driving, so I'll probably sleep soon," Jessie said.

A lazy stroke of lipstick rested across Emily's lips when she came back into the motel room.

"Fine, be a recluse if you want. Not like we came to hang out with friends," Emily said.

A grin flashed across Emily's face. Jessie returned her friend's look with a small smile of her own. Emily crossed the room to grab her purse, then continued on toward the door.

"I'll see you later," Jessie said.

A Bit Like Revenge

Trying to turn his ex into a bimbo, an obsessive ex-boyfriend stumbles into his own trap. Explicit.

Sometimes, there can be a fine line between romantic and frightening. Chris had found that he didn't care about that line any more. A year. Moving two towns over. An extra hour to get to work. And then it was suddenly all for nothing? They were just over? He wasn't buying that. He'd tried the 'whatever I did, I'm sorry'. He'd tried letting her have some space and asking her a few days later. It was then that she'd told him it was time for him to get his things moved out of her apartment.

And really, that was the trigger. That was where he'd snapped. If he couldn't hold onto her, what did it mean for other girls? For his whole love life? For one, both were nonexistent outside of his ex-girlfriend. Was he defective as a guy? He was going to prove that he wasn't. He was going to make her want nothing but him.

To Be The Dream

A sci-fi fan zapped onto a Galaxy-class starship fills the role of the Caitian counselor. Explicit.

This wasn't Melissa's bed. For one thing, her bed didn't have big thick lumps in it. And her bed did have sheets, which were conspicuously missing now. She was beginning to think she wasn't lying down on a bed at all.

With an uncomfortable groan, she pushed herself up and pushed her eyelids open. Crates. Right. And she had been lying on? A crate. The pattern on the top of the lid was stamped into the side of her face. Her neck ached slightly until her sitting up elicited a loud crack that spread out into the vastness of the room.

The Thief and the Sapphire

A thief trying to steal from the queen's palace gets turned into a princess instead. Mature.

It was the day of mourning for the dear, passed queen, and so Alex was wearing black. But, setting her apart from everyone else, Alex was currently making her way, brick by brick and handhold by handhold, toward the queen's balcony. With the queen dead, no one would be staying in her royal bedroom, so no one would notice if a couple of valuable gems and silks happened to vanish. And it wasn't as if the queen would care any more, either.

The leather-clad thief pulled herself onto the balcony that connected to the queen's room, and let out a long sigh. She'd made it, the hardest part was through. She stepped through the doorway, and into the grand bedroom, walls coated with tapestries, carpets muffling her quiet steps. There were gold and jewels and all sorts of expensive, easily carried things delicately arranged across dressers and desks and shelves. It was a thief's wet dream.