Rating: General
Theme: Two Guy. Snow. Valentine's day.

"Are you sure no one's going to find us?"

"Did you want to take a nap or not?"

"All right... just wake me up in an hour, I don't want to miss the -whole- afternoon..."

The blond sighed and leaned himself against the packed snow, cradling the other boy in his arms tightly as he closed his eyes to fall asleep. There was a cool wind outside, but the makeshift igloo did a good job of isolating them from the cold, as well as hiding them from any of the other students walking on the slope above them towards class.

"Ngh.."

"Love ya bud.."

"Mmmhmm.,"

Rating: Adult
Theme: pictures forced him into slavery; video footage kept him there
Kinks: photography, forced slaveship, humiliation, mocking, farting, forced crossdressing, pain (non-sexual)

"C'mon Jake, open up! I... I'm here! Please don't send that video..." the hyena whimpered, banging frantically on the door. No amount of fussing with the frilly skirt could make the flimsy pink garment hide anything of value, especially when the door opened and the chubby, six foot tall squirrel on the other side grinned, holding a camera with a blinking red light. "Smile, Slut!"

With a simpering cry the hyena ducked his way inside, where he was immediately thrown to the ground, the squirrel dropping his pants without even closing the door. "All right little ass sniffer, get licking." he growled as he shoved his flabby rear end down on the disgusted freshman.

*PPrprmrmmrmrrrppppttttt*

"Uh... ghuguh..."

"Sniff that deeeep, pathetic whore. I want to get some goooood pics of ya..."

Brilliant as always!! :D

Rating: Mature
Themes/keywords and/or short description: Two guys eyeballing each other in a deserted hot spring.
Kinks: Size difference (1-3 feet), Sexual tension, muscles, size play, cuddling

He couldn't do it. He just couldn't do it. The Trex was a good two and a half feet taller than his own six foot tall frame, and he couldn't stop staring at the way that bicep twitched and bulged as the man flex slowly. Muscle rippled underneath smooth scales, making the rat swallow hard. That right there... That was -power-.

He was only vaguely aware that they were the only ones left in the warm water when he noticed the long tail curling across most of the stone rub had reached behind him. In a swift movement the rat found his face pressed between a pair of pecs, stone mountains that made him shudder when they clenched.

"Hey little guy... Ya been enjoying the show? I was thinking maybe I could give ya an encore... Maybe a backstage pass..."

Rating: Mature/Adult
Theme: To a proud luchador, being unmasked in the ring is the worst shame imaginable... but what about being depantsed?
Kinks: public exposure, erotic fighting, embarrassment, masks, spanking

The burly body hit the ground with a heavy thud, the entire mat shaking as the fox slammed down. His opponent, an even bigger octopus, readjusted his mask before walking to his stunned opponent and sitting down on his back, two large tentacles reaching back to pull he man into a boston crab maneuver.

One hand reached down to the defeated fur's mask, but stopped, caressing the man's face. "No... I'll make you beg for it." He said, to the boos and insults fromthe crowd. Hey certainly didn't complain when the flimsy speedo was tugged so hard it disappeared entirely within muscled glutes. More did they complain when a pair of tentacles slithered into the tigt bulge and made it even tighter, rubbing and squeezing until the vulpine's cock was clearly visible, so excited it tore through the fabric.

Only then did the octopus use it's extra limbs to crack down on the exposed ass cheeks like heavy whips, the suckers burning the skin when they latched on until they were tugged off for the next whip smack down.

"Let's see how long you can take it... And then how long itll tske you to convince me to stop!"

Rating: General
Theme: Zelda defeats Ganondorf.
Kinks: None

Rolling underneath another swipe of the massive boar like beast's blades, the princess cursed. There was her hero, knocked unconscious by their enemy, unable to help either of them. Ganondorf had transformed into a monstrosity, and though he was immensely powerful, it looked like he only had the instincts of a beast. His wide, clumsy attacks rewrote the landscape of the plains they stood in, but did not reach her as she weaves and ducked and jumped out of the way.

Her progress was slow, but steadily she built up her magic power, the bow in her hands glowing brightly. Once she was ready she knocked an arrow, and waited.

The beast charged , spittle flying from it's foaming mouth, red eyes wild.

It ran faster than a horse, with enough weight behind it she'd never survive the blow.

But only when it's about was almost touching the tip of her a arrow did she fire, the arrowhead like a miniature sun as it blazed against the boar's face. It squealed in pain as it was burned by the light, staggering backwards. Only after a few moments it was okay, if blinded. But it tracked by scent, so it charged regardless.

Directly at Zelda.
Directly at Link's unconscious body which she held upright against the wall.

Directly at the master sword, held by an unconscious hand and set against the stone for support. Where it quickly used the massive beast's momentum against it, sinking into Ganon to the hilt.

His charge sent both fighters flying, the princess struggling to her feet as the beast struggled with the blade in it's eye, but she needn't have bothered. Once it was done thrashing, the beast was down.

Hopefully, this time, for good.

Very nice! I always wanted a game where Zelda herself was the hero instead of link. I think they made that once, but it was horribly done along with two other games for a forgotten console.

I do have one question. Who struck Ganon with the sword?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?featur.....zelM56Kc#t=317

see 5minutes and 17seconds.

I'm going to send a note later. In the meantime, how's your New Years Eve?

One kink? How about all of them? :P

Rating: Adult all the way!
Theme: A Skunk boy finds the punishment for theft very humiliating
Kinks: public, pillory, penetration, piss, pelting, pain & penises!

The skunk groaned as he felt his jailor take an especially deep thrust into his ass. The criminal had been set up in a pillory in the middle of a town square, wearing nothing but a tight constricting cock cage that hurt each time he tried to get hard. And with the rough fucking from the various citizens, that was all the time. Some simply walked up and shoved their cocks in his mouth, either robbing him of breath till they came on his spasming throat or peeing so he'd be forced to swallow. If he didn't, it would simply spill out and gather inside the bucket that hung from his pillory, just under his face. The one people enjoy shoving his face in when it was full, making him gurgle and struggle to drink as much of the foul liquids down until he could breathe again. The rest of his body wasn't safe either, covered in bruises from coins and rocks and tomatoes thrown at him , although there were a lot of clothing too. Jock straps, socks, drenched in sweat or cum or piss or all three. Some of it hung off of him, some stuck to his dirty fur, but none of it was on his mind. No, his thoughts lay squarely with his lightly oversized balls that hung underneah his cock cage. The ones who's weight alone was enough to make them hurt, and that felt like they were swelling with each load of cum sprayed on his face or dumped in his ass. With each enema of cum or urine or clove oil they tortured him with. People had begun to notice the large and highly sensitive orbs, too. Sometimes they stroked or caressed them, making them throb and ache with need and making his cock strain against the plastic spikes digging into it. Other times they were the new bullseye for coins and rocks, every one laughing at the way he cried out when the bullseye painted on each was hit.

Thirty more days, the courts had said... Plus any extra to cover how much it cost to keep him there. Wear and tear on the equipment, the high quality food delivered from a fancy restaurant for his meals (which were smeared over a cock or an ass half the time before he could eat it)...

At a rate of ten dollars a day... Well, the guards estimated he was only losing twenty dollars a day. Could be worse.

Rating: Adult?
Theme: cocky as Hell Ken Masters lost a bet, and must submit to Dhalsim's perverse punishments
Kinks: public exhibition, pain, predicament bondage, humiliation

Ken Masters, martial artist extraordinaire, champion level street fighter, amazing looks, great skills...

Was currently cursing himself for ever having bet that asshole Dhalsim he could beat him. He'd been so confident he'd bet everything, and now here he was, in front of countless visitors to the indian's temple, red faced and unable to say a thing. It wasn't that he was at a loss for words, oh no. He had -quite- the amount of choice words for good ol Dhalsim. No, instead it was because his own cock, kept hard by a cruel rubber ring, plugged his lips.

The dark skinned fighter had managed to twist the blond american into a pretzel, and now Ken was sitting there with both legs behind his neck and his dick pushed so far into his mouth his own nose was digging into his balls. That was only part of his punishment, however. His hands were taped to a metal bar, and he was hanging from it over a hellishly hot bed of coals. He had to keep himself pulled up in order not to sear his reddened cheeks that had taken a beaten from the yoga master's palms. He couldn't pull up all the way, however. There was another ring, metal, snuggly secured around his balls and going down beneath the coals.

It was a constant struggle to keep high enough not to be burned and low enough not to hurt his balls, but the worst part was how each shift up and down only made it look like Ken was fucking his mouth.

"I'll return in a few hours. Please keep my visitors company."

Rating: Adult
Theme: Telecommuter. Conference call. "Multitasking" with wifey. Trying not to squeal.
Kinks: Ballbusting, phone call, playful, payback

"I'm sorry, what was that?"

"Nothing! Hharumph. Nothing." the pangolin said hastily, tugging at his collar as he tried not to move. His wife, a beautiful salamander, playfully licked at his bruised orbs. This was payback for his own teasing during dinner, he knew it. She smirked, as if knowing what he was thinking of , but only continued to lick and slurp, almost loudly enough for the other board members to hear.

"Good. On to business. I motion we speak of-"

"YYAIHAHAHAHHararrghgh!!!"

"Brandon? Is... is that a giggle?"

"Aah... Ssorrry... sorry... I mean... I think.. we should.. Aah... Shit.. We should start with our -aAAhh- marketing straaaAAAAAaaategy."

Also just realized that I never commented on this one. Yay pangolins! And surreptitious oral/low blows.