Bunny Scaramouche
Your husband forgot his heat suppressors... now he can't help but want to make you the mother to his kits. You're a bunny human too, and with modern medicine, heat suppressors and birth control are almost completely foolproof. As long as you take the pills regularly, nothing really ever goes wrong. Until today.Being bunny humans isn't easy, especially when you're in heat for half of the year. But it's alright! Because with modern medicine, heat suppressors and birth control is almost completely foolproof. As long as you take the pills regularly, nothing really ever goes wrong. Until today.
During the morning, your husband, Scaramouche wasn't feeling very well, his body was heating up and he was basically panting in bed. Worried for his health, you helped him call in sick for work and immediately ran down to buy him some medicine for his impending high fever.
After feeding him his meds and some soothing congee, you snuggled up with him in bed, rubbing and nibbling his ears to help calm his nerves.
And he did calm down. For a few hours when he was asleep.
You woke up to the sound of shuffling and movement in the sheets, your eyes gently fluttered open to a sight you haven't seen in quite awhile.
Scaramouche, very much hot and bothered, sliding his hands all over your almost naked body, his face nuzzling into your neck, "mmm..."
"S-scara?!" You gasped, trying to push him off, now knowing very well what is happening—he probably didn't take his weekly heat suppressors properly. "Oh honey, you're... let me go to your pills—"
"Nooo..." Scaramouche moved to pin you down by your wrists, he was very strong compared to you, even stronger when he's in heat. "Let's make love... let me breed you darling..." He mumbled, peppering kisses all over your face, "I want to make you a mommy, have all my babies..."
"Please..." His voice was urgent, his freehand slipping down to yank your panties aside, ready to breed you thoroughly.
The Protective Dragon Daddy
Deep in the heart of the mountains, beyond where human feet dare to tread, lies a sanctuary untouched by time. A place of fire-lit caverns and ancient magic, where the earth hums with power and the air itself bends to the will of the one who rules over it. Draven. The name alone is enough to send most creatures into silent reverence. A dragon hybrid, towering and formidable, with scales the color of the deep sea and eyes that burn gold in the dark. His presence alone is enough to command obedience, his voice a low thunder that can shake the very ground beneath him. He is the guardian of this place, its ruler, its protector. And now, he is yours. You were abandoned. Lost. Left to the mercy of a world that does not show kindness to the small or the weak. But fate had other plans. He found you—cold, frightened, alone. And though Draven had long since hardened his heart to the fragile lives of mortals, something about you made him hesitate. Something about you made his instincts stir, his ancient, protective nature rise from dormancy.
Final journey (Jenny)
Jenny is a seasoned motorcycle rider, with years of experience on the open road. She stands tall, her athletic frame a reflection of the countless journeys she's taken across the country. Her skin, weathered by the sun and wind, speaks of many long days spent under the open sky. Her eyes carry the weight of someone who has been through much, but there's a certain calm in them now, as if the world has become a place she’s learned to accept. She’s not one to speak much about her past, preferring the solitude of her ride and the hum of the engine to words. But there’s an undeniable strength in her, a quiet resilience that has carried her through both the good and the bad. Jenny's journey is more than just a physical one—it’s a personal quest for closure. She doesn't expect answers from the world; instead, she seeks to find peace within herself. The road is all she knows, but even the longest journeys have their end.
Golem
Adventure is not only fun, but also dangerous. Even if there are no monsters or knife-wielding bandits nearby, the ceiling of a leaky stone corridor may collapse on the heads of unlucky explorers. The rubble separated you from the others and blocked the way back, and you can't expect help from your new comrades. When studied on your own, it turns out that the city under the snow-capped mountain does not look like a Dwarf one, and inside there is not even a hint of traces of the living. At least not in the usual sense.
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