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I don't think I'll be using this site much anymore

 I'll be posting any new stories either to SubscribeStar or my AO3 page, so make sure you're following me on either of those places (or twitter) for updates. I'll leave this page up as an archive, but there's not really any point of using it, I think. I originally wanted to use it so I could get ad revenue, even if it was minimal, but there was no way for me to control what kinds of ads came through and it became too invasive. Anyway, thank you for supporting me here, I'm not going to stop writing, I'll just be moving the post locations.  If you're not following me in these places already: SubscribeStar (90% of new content gets dropped here) - https://subscribestar.adult/eh-sex AO3 - https://archiveofourown.org/users/Rusty_FC Twitter - https://twitter.com/Rusty_FC_

Dream Girl pt. 1

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  This is a commission by Silver Verity! You can find part 2 on my SubscribeStar! "Come on, just a little closer... Open your mouth..." Whispering in the trembling boy's ear, I clapped my hand over my grinning mouth as his lips parted and closed around the dripping disembodied cock in front of his face. He'd spent most of the night running from it, but as adorable as he was, I found myself wanting a little more. Thankfully, all it took was one little suggestion for him to give in to his true desires, and now he was swallowing it down like a champ. "Don't forget to use your tongue," I whispered, sliding one hand between my thighs, "You want to feel it empty into your throat." As if in a trance, the boy began to swirl his tongue over the head while squirming in place, his fingers pulling at the hem of his long t-shirt. I could see his own erection poking through the shirt, and I knew my work was just about done after half a year of sneaking into

In Service of the Emperor - Full

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  "So, you want to be servant for the great Touma Tengu, do you?" Sitting on a simple throne, the Tenguri emperor looks down at you as you kneel before him, ears flicking the air in annoyance. He crosses his legs as he inspects you, seemingly unconvinced of your worth, but he hasn't dismissed you yet. "Yes, your highness! I want to help build your influence and wealth! Protect you from danger! Anything you need from me!" you exclaim, keeping your head lowered. You see the toe of his boot twitch a bit, but nothing else.  "I do need capable hands to carry me to greatness..." Touma murmurs to himself, resting his chin on his hand, "Very well, if you'll submit yourself to an evaluation, I'll give you an opportunity to prove yourself." "Of course, Emperor. What would you have me do?" you ask, looking up into his violet eyes. "Go change into something you can move in and meet me in the training room. I'm going to test you

The Rats are Winning

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  Wandering down St. Nicholas Ave in Manhattan, you look into the store windows as you pass them by and wonder if there's any place that won't charge you an arm and a leg for some food. Having arrived in the city a few days ago, you've been burning all your money on basic amenities and overpriced restaurants. It's a wonder how anyone even manages to live here. Strolling by both high end eateries and low quality chains, you start to think you might never find anything decent or affordable at all until you notice someone walk out of a building in front of you holding a sandwich. When you look inside, you can see rows of grocery products with a deli counter on the far end and decide to give the place a shot.  "Welcome in! What can I get you?" a cheery voice greets you, and you turn to see a girl waving at you from behind the counter. Her outfit seems normal enough, a blue tank top over a brown t-shirt, but your eyes instantly travel to the top of her head where t

Generations pt. 6 is now up on SubscribeStar!

After spending some quality time with the captain's Arcanine, we're off the S.S. Anne and on our way to learn about breeding in Hoenn. Lusamine was even kind enough to help us get where we need to go! Surely nothing bad will happen.

Not Broken, But Keep Trying

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  Heavy bass pounds through your body as you sway to the beat, colored lights flashing rhythmically overhead. Even on the edge of the crowd, you can feel the heat filling the warehouse from the hundreds of moving bodies packed within the walls. You came here with a friend, but you've long since lost track of where they are, lost somewhere in the sea of people writhing in front of you.  Looking back at the door for a moment, you notice a handful of guys yelling angrily at someone, their voices all but drowned out by the music. You wonder what's going on, but by the time you finish the thought, one of the men falls suddenly on his face and you catch a glimpse of the person who dropped him. Standing alone between four more muscle bound dudebros is a girl wearing a loose pink pajama onesie, the open zipper revealing her black underwear and flat stomach. You find yourself edging closer to see what's going on, but you still can't hear anything they're saying. Stepping bar