Who's the Bigger Fool?

"Again." Megan, in her wolf form, breathed hard. Through their mental pack link, she said, "Elvin, we've done this so much already this morning. I won't even get to fighting Orion if I don't pass the other challenges." Elvin's large grey wolf suddenly lunged at her and she dodged, nipping his throat as he passed. "Plus, I've been able to beat you for years," she said, not able to stop the smugness creeping into her tone. She'd first won against him eight years or so ago. She had been able to beat him more often than not for the last three years, after she'd really come into her own as a dominant wolf. "Orion's much faster than me, even if he's not as quiet," Elvin said back as he landed on his feet, began circling her. "You should train with Charmaine as well, you know how fast she is, even for an old wolf." Omegas didn't get too involved in play fighting alphas since the latter usually beg

Byron was around 24 or 25 and he worked as a waiter at a nice restaurant. I'd come in to dine with a business client. Byron served us and made eyes at me all night. I immediately thought about what I wanted to do to him. I got up to go to the men's room. He saw me and followed me in. I locked the door behind him. He tried to slide up on me and kiss me. Umm, no. This young man is my server. He's going to serve me right now. I grabbed him and pushed him up against the counter. He got that hot, needy look in his eyes. I grabbed his package, still in his work pants, and I held him in place with my tight grip. I loomed over him until he was leaning back over the sink and then I told him, in graphic detail, what was going to happen. He nodded and I released his dick. He sagged for a second but I grabbed him, spun him around until he was pinned between me and the counter again, looking into the mirror, at the reflection of me behind him. He put one hand on the mirror to support

Hello Reader. Here is chapter 2! I would also like to apologize for not remembering to credit her in the first chapter, but the idea for my story came from Heather26's story "A Holstaur Came to Stay". I thought that was a great read, and if you like this or my last chapter, please give it a look! Once again, I am the sole writer and editor so some grammatical errors are bound to happen, and all characters are over 18. * * * * * After Pam had "milked" Tim, they both had a shower, got dressed and headed out to get clothes. They got in Tim's car to head to the mall in town. As they pulled out of the driveway, Pam turned to Tim. "Ummm, Tim..." she began, as she looked to him. He glanced over, wondering what was troubling her. "Yes Pam?" He asked "Could we listen to the radio please?" She asked as she nervously twirled a finger through her hair. "I listened to it for the first time when Dorothy drove me here, and I-I really li

Disclaimer: The following is a piece of fiction. Fiction (in case you don't know) means it's made up, not real, a bunch of lies. The characters in the story are all fictional too, meaning they don't exist. While non-existent, if they existed and had an age they would be over 18. Furthermore, since the characters aren't real they can't possibly be harmed by the stuff they do or that happens to them in the story. This would not be true in reality, meaning you should not think you can do the same things safely, legally, or ethically in real life. Just because bullets bounce off Superman (he's fictional) that doesn't mean they're going to bounce off you, got it? If you believe that the things fictional characters do in a pornographic story are a valid guide to behavior in the real world, then you have much bigger psychological problems than a story could ever cause and you should stop reading this and seek medical help immediately. His first flight got d

Note: This was written several years ago. I recently discovered it in my document archive and thought it seemed appropriate, given the increase in working from home during 2020. ------------ "Come here." I look up from my computer and realize it is nearly lunchtime. David is working from home today, and I wonder if he's hungry, yet. Maybe he wants to go out for lunch today? We don't get the chance to eat without the kids very often. I have lots of errands to run out for later, but it had been nice to have a morning at home. I head out to the kitchen to see what he wants. He's poking around in the refrigerator, and comes up with a bag of carrots. This puzzles me a bit, since he's usually pretty protein-oriented about food. Then I catch a glimpse of the mischief in his eyes. "Took you long enough." He points to the kitchen table. "Go lean over the table and raise your skirt." He smirks, looking at my khaki capri pants. "Oh, gee, you&

Author's note: Hey y'all I'm not dead! I know this part took me way longer to write than I'd like to admit. I've been researching stuff for the upcoming chapters so hopefully they don't take as long as this one did. That being said, given that it's spring, my real job as a farmhand is likely going to take up a larger portion of my time for the coming months. So, time will tell if I can actually keep the parts coming. Regardless I appreciate your patience. Anyway, back to the story! -------------------------- Sarah sat in her living room watching TV. She had been watching a movie all day to avoid thinking about what had happened the day before. Around the time the movie ended, she got a text and checked her phone to find that it was from Stacy. "Hey, are you alive over there? I haven't heard from you all weekend." "I'm doing ok." "Ok... Anyway, my parents are out for the night, and I was going to ask if you felt like coming

*Apologies for the wait, but here is the next instalment. I would also like to say any suggestions for future stories would be appreciated, whether for "Time to Shine", or any other story. Thanks for reading* It had been a few days since the terrible event with Ceira and Jane, and Ellie was trying to keep a low profile. More and more girls and boys would fall into shaking fits around Ellie, and now she knew why. The teachers had even noticed it, and diagnosed it as some kind of flew, with a few of them suffering the same "flew". Ellie even dressed not to stand out, after all she played with Ceira because she found her attractive, the same must apply to Jane she imagined. She didn't wear makeup, left her hair a mess, and managed to find a pair of oversized trousers to go with her un-ironed shirt and jumper. She arrived to school once again and it seemed like her get-up did the trick, not even animals looked at her now. As she went through the day she realised h