Yay! Another free request =3

Rating: Adult
themes/keywords: A cowboy being milked by his work mate.
Kinks: milking, blindfold, gagged, tied up, dirty talking

"Ngnhg... NFNgnnfff!!!"

The dingo moaned, squirming in his bonds. Heavy ropes supposed to be used to pull wagons held his arms out wide while more kept his legs off the ground. He swung a bit, left and right, wearing nothing but his cowboy hat and boots. A thick rubber ball kept his jaw opened uncomfortably wide, and a tight strip of cloth, his own torn up underwear, was tied over his eyes and kept him from seeing much of anything. The canine's whimpering only got even louder as confident fingers scratched through his auburn fur, smoothing over his back.

The bull's other hand had a firm clasp of the whimpering man's cock, stroking down until his lube slicked hand slid entirely off of the throbbing, dripping member, and then catching at the man's shaft again to repeat the experience. "There there, little slut. You're starting to dribble nicely... A bit slowly, but it's coming out. We'll have that cup of precum to feed you in no time, you'll see... and then I'll know you're ready to entertain the boys outside. You know, it's really a shame you didn't join my gang when I asked in the first place, sheriff. I bet we'd have gotten along just fine."

The larger man stopped his stroking when the man's hips drove down, the dingo shaking all over as his body trembled with near orgasmic tension. "Ah... can't ruin the fun now... I want you on your knees sucking cock like a perfect little throat fucking whore, bitch, before you get to cum... and then we'll get you addicted to that... but first, that cup of precum I promised."

*Rating: Mature/Adult *Theme: 3 horny pokemon (Nidoking, Pangoro, Emboar) is at the bar showing their junks to every male and female pokemon in the room. Kink: +3 peneratiion, oral sex, anal sex, pokemon, sence: bar, morning wood.

(I couldn't think of anything too embarrassing for me because I try to OWN all my kinks, so . . . I'll just go with something really random instead)

Rating: Mature/Adult
Themes/keywords: The world famous jewel thief has finally been caught on film! . . . mooning a security camera at his latest heist. However, that footage has revealed a certain distinctive birthmark on his left ass-cheek. Naturally, that means the presiding detective will need to strip down all the usual suspects and examine their buttocks in order to finger the crook and get back the stolen goods.
Kinks: forced stripping, embarrassment, anything else you want to throw in)

The young man gasped when another heavy handed smack came down on his ass, sausage thick fingers smacking directly on his puckered ring of muscle and bringing tears to his eyes. The blow was only the opening for the red headed young adult, however, the sound of skin slapping skin opening the gate to a furious barrage that made him wail and cry. They wouldn't believe him when he said he wasn't the thief! Wouldn't believe that his butt tatoo wasn't a birthmark, it was something afriend had convinced him to get last time they were drunk!

"Do you plead guilty to the theft of the Picasso three nights ago?" the burly guard asked, grinning down at the boy. He sat his own firm muscular cheeks down over the boy's face, the panicked cries muffled by the seat of his uniform while he held the subject's ankles up, his partner licking his lips as he picked up a heavy steel paddle, holed to make for faster swatting. "No answer? I guess he is... Have at it Raoul, I think that painting's worth at -least- 75 smacks. Hurry up, we can't take too long, we have another three hundred items to question him on."

Heeheehee! Oh dear! And meanwhile the real thief gets away scott-free, I suppose! What shoddy detective work. And I wonder if our hapless victim of police brutality here will ever connect the dots that the reason his "friend" urged him to get the tattoo wasn't just for a lark, but rather to serve as an easy decoy? He'll have to go through a rigorous questioning first, at any rate . . . x3

Thanks Aekrilos! Sexiful work as always~ :D~~~

Hmm.. Let's try something more general

Rating : General

Themes : Two people being transformed by a magician. One of them turn muscular while the other one turn into Kirby-like creature.

Keywords : Transformation, growth, embarrassment, magic, comedy

Characters :
Turned to buff -> http://fav.me/d5q8u9w (the bird on the right is his pet, it can talk normally)
Turned to Kirby -> http://fav.me/d5fihc9
Magician -> http://fav.me/d5pf6jt (no, it's not a Haunter)

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Honestly, it's quite funny when you write kinks like this but you ask for something rated general. (._. )

Harmless, the ghost had said. Would barely feel a thing, he'd said. The bird grunted, on his hands and knees as his arms bulged, tearing open his jacket. Muscle rippled under his feathers, growing in pulses, making him writhe as his entire body grew muscular in front of the crowd.

Amazed , his friend spread his arms. "Me next!!" He asked, though he didn't quite catch the magician's grin. Instead of growing to bulging muscles, his arms shrank to tiny little nubs. Instead of strong thighs and calves, his legs disappeared, leaving only feet. His body, likewise, didn't grow and widen and bulge with muscles like solid steel, instead it shrank, rounded, until he was as big and round as a beach ball.

"Well? How is it?" He asked the audience, trying to flex, straining his tiny little arms and reddening under the audience's uproarious laughter.

I gotta be honest, I actually laughed when reading this. XDDD

For a second, I thought it might be too hard to write kinks but rated general like this. However, you nailed it, especially the comedy part.

It would be nice if there's more detail on the bird who turned muscular, but this is a short writing snippets after all.

Speaking of which, permission to turn this into a comic?

As you will.

Oh boy, here goes.. ><

Rating : Adult

Theme : Three people having a threesome inside the woods only to be entangled by tentacles afterwards.

Kinks : Threesome, blowjob, tentacles (can be in the shape of vines for this one), mouth gag, milking, nipple play, anal sex, licking

Oh right, the characters would be these three guys. http://www.furaffinity.net/view/12129875/

The wolf moaned through the shaft in his mouth when the pair began to thrust in and out of him. The albatross behind him leaned over his back, reaching around to pinch and tug at his tender nipples while he drove his hips against his ass hard enough that their balls smacked together loudly. The yellow skinned man in front, meanwhile, had a firm grip on the wolf's red hair, ignoring the forest around them as he continued to fuck that hot, tight throat.

None of them noticed anything was wrong until the slick vines, two inches thick, began wrapping around their legs, their wrists, their hips. The three of them were trapped by the dastardly things before they could even react, gasping when a vine pushed into their ass to seek out each one's prostate. The wolf had it worst of all, since the vines kept them close enough he still had the albatross' cock shoved in deep, and now it was joined by a slick, thick vine that thrust in roughly, making him see stars and gag and choke on the thick tool in his mouth. Clearly, the vines didn't mean to stop their fun. But who knows when they would allow them to stop?

Oh right, a question.

Do you receive some of these writing snippet requests from the notes so far?

I do.

Hmm.. Maybe next time I should try using notes.

How so?

How so?

Anyway, you know, to keep things secret.
Though for this occasion, you can still post in the comments.

Hmm, I'm not really embarrassed by any of my kinks, so lets embarrass the protagonist instead :P

Rating: Mature/Adult
Theme: Humiliate an otter pup by getting him wet in public
Kinks: pet play, puppy hood, bondage, voyeurism, public humiliation, water-sports, maybe a diaper?

The otter couldn't see through the leather hood that gave him the silhouette of a dog. And between the sweat soaked jock strap stuffed in his mouth and the heavily scented gym sock acting as a filter over his nose, his ability to perceive anything was reduced to listening, as well as the occasional impatient tugging on his leash. Someone was petting him, turning his brain to mush with the pleasant scratching through the hood, behind his ears. He could barely feel it, sure, but he was so far gone into sub space he craved every scrap of affection.

Suddenly, however, the otter whined. He started squirming, thighs rubbing together and making his diaper crinkle. The liter of water he'd been forced to drink before they left was starting to want out, but he couldn't tell Master about it through his gag. He whined and whimpered and begged, tasting more of the larger male's heavy scent as he struggled to speak, but he didn't get anything other than the harsh tug of his leash and continued head scratching of the stranger.

Those fingers moved, now scratching up under his chin, and the otter squirmed even more. A heat enveloped him as his chin was touched, the scratching making him moan, making his hips roll. He barely noticed the heat in his loins spread over his crotch, the sagging diaper moist and heavy with his pee.

"Such a dirty little otter." Master said, to the sound of a zip. "If my pup's gonna be a disgrace, I might as well let him feel the same as his diaper. Feel free to join in fellas."

The fingers, complete bliss, pulled away just before the heady stream splashed down on his head. Then another, and another, and another. With the way all the streams moved over him, marked him in heavy scents, the otter couldn't tell how many were emptying their bladders on him, soaking his fur out here in a public part. He whimpered when he realized the liquids were dripping in through the holes in his mask, first soaking the sock and making it even harder to breathe, as well as making each breath a heady chiallenge that stained his lungs with musk, but it was filling the hood up.

His only hope not to drown was to try and suck the foul liquids through the jock strap, swallow mouthfuls of the heady pooling liquid through the sweaty cloth and try to drink faster than his hood was being filled. More Nd more streams began to aim at the little entrance over his head, however, the group apparently enjoying his struggling, his desperation. A few of the streams trickled to a stop, and then the ofher's blood felt like ice, even though his body burned in shame.

"One dollar, if any of you fellas want to use the pup like a latrine. He deserves the lesson."

The chorus of affirmed grunts made it sound like all fifty sum jocks in the bar approved, and a few could be heard calling for their own school's sports teams to come get in on the action.

Wow, that's even hotter than I was expecting :P
Great work!

Rating: Adult (no surprise there )
Themes/Keywords: Pervy lion shrinks a random walker and sticks them in fun places
Kinks: Foot fetish, musk, shrinking, trapped in clothing (that is, stuck in clothing someone's already wearing; small fur in one's underwear for example)

I appreciate this is going to be an odd one to write, so don't feel you need to do all the kinks. >.> I'm just weird.

"Oh... oh sorry, didn't mean to disturb you..." the bloodhound mumbled, picking himself up off the ground. Jogging around the park, the canine had apparently tripped over his own two feet, landing directly at the foot of the reading lion. His progress to get back up was slow, however, and... yes, his eyes -did- follow the exposed toes when he shuffled his foot left and right. The lion grinned. "Oh, don't worry, you didn't disturb me at all. Well, maybe a little bit. I think you will have to pay after all."

With those words, the surprised dog's face was quickly pushed back down into the dirt, lion paws rubbing over his head. THe temptation was too strong for him, and the feeble protests he attempted died in seconds as he turned around, on his back so he could lick and kiss the beautiful soles, breathe in their... He coughed. The musk wasn't a -stink-, really, but it was the most heady, intense scent he'd ever breathed. He tried to push away, but the lion had him where he wanted now. He'd clearly done this before, pressing his smothering feet down on the man's face and forcing him to breathe in the dizzying musk.

"Oh, I forgot to mention, breathing in my stink does have a few... consequences..."

The canine whimpered as he felt the paws on his face grow, envelopping him completely in a matter of moments. By the time he took his next ragged, dizzy breath, the lion had him pressed between a pair of musky, damp soles, gagging him with the intensity. The feline didn't seem to mind, sliding his feet up and down, squeezing his prey's body on all sides and pushing the air out of him when he wanted him to take in another heavy sniff.

Unfortunately, this couldn't be all the fun. A pair of fingers plucked the panting, dazed dog from where he lay, stuck against a damp paw, and lifted him up to stare at the now giant in comparison looking lord of the jungle. "I think I'll keep you for a bit. Could be fun."

The dog didn't have a chance to do much more than yelp when he was dropped, falling into a set of briefs that hugged him fairly tightly against the cat's just as musky taint, his entire world reduced to the damp fur and head air while the lion picked up his things and walked home.

"I think I'll take the long way arund today..."

Well well...well done. I didn't expect the musk to have that properties, but it was a neat idea here. It's more the position rather than the smell that works for me, but still, nice work, and thanks for writing it up.