It’s your rated R Hump Day Hump!!!!

It’s your rated R M/M Hump Day Hump…coming fron Changeling Press Soon… In the Company of Strangers! *g*
I still blame Cynthia Sax! LOL

He had just blown his wad with a rabbit.
Okay, Tissor wasn’t exactly your average bunny rabbit and that was for sure. But that was the closest approximation his jellied brain could come up with.
The—Tissor was tall, standing nearly seven feet of muscled humanoid flesh. This was not the cute little—well rather large rabbit the boys from NASSA brought back along with Mars rocks and dirt samples.
Unbeknownst to the general public, the US in cooperation with Russia had long since launched a collection probe to Mars. It returned a year ago bringing some interesting traces of water in some odd rocks, a few microscopic organizes they nearly missed, and a huge white lop eared rabbit with glowing red eyes.
But the rabbit in the lab, as large as it was, still looked like a rabbit.
This being smirking down at him and calling him consort only resembled that helpless rabbit because of the bar and stripe pattern on its ears. Now those ears hung down a massive brown chest and covered nipples the color of cherries, just like those piercing eyes.
He was still stroking his head with three fingered hands, three fingers and an opposable thumb, the backs of which were covered in thick white fur.
Cosimo knew what the fur felt like because he had spent many an hour sneaking in the labs and soothing the rabbit after the scientists attempted to draw samples from it.
Cosimo hated to see anything that smacked of abuse done to women, children, and small animals. His percolation to loudly protest any new experiments they tried nearly got him fired more than once. It was only because the rabbit responded to the scary security guard that kept him in his position. He was also responsible for knocking over, unplugging, or scrambling a lot of the oblivious military scientists equipment and computers which delayed their final vote of vivisection to the rabbit that seemed to shoot mild heating bean from his eyes at anyone else who got near. The beans did nothing more than blister the skin, but the soft scientists found the mild irritation almost not worth the cost of keeping the Mars Rabbit alive.
But now was not the time for personal reflection. Now his ass was still being pumped by the apparently flexible probe that was still in his ass.
Usually after a good climax he was too sensitive for much more ass or genital play. Most often the extra stimulation just plain hurt. But Tissor, whatever he had done to him, seemed to have forced his body to skip the recovery phase. His cock was filling so fast with blood that he was growing dizzier and his ass was clenching round the probe, so hungry it was trying to take more.
“Con—consort?” he managed and the hands fisted in his hair once more, jerking his head up as Tissor took a seat on the padded platform. Cosimo was able to get a look at his lower body then, noting the fur that started below his knees and covered his feet. Tissor looked like an extremely rugged looking man in costume feet, hands, and ears. His unfurred skin was a rich earth brown and his body was tight.
Cosimo never hid the fact that he was a sucker for muscled male flesh and this man—this alien—was hitting all of his buttons.
He hand a sleek main of that soft looking fur for hair that curled enticingly around his head, his long fluffy ears framing his face as he tilted his head to the side and stared at him.
“My consort, Cosimo.” He repeated, going back to stroking his hair again. “You belong to me. We are traveling to my home where you will be formally presented.”
“And—and that would be?” Damn it, it was getting harder to think. His body was reacting to the probe and its evil stimulating fluids and soon he would he nothing more than a hungry hole waiting to be filled. He wanted some answered before that happened. Strangely enough being uprooted from his planet of origin was not scarring him when frankly he should be freaking out right about now. But he was more concerned about his future and present more so than his past. Call it the survivor in him, but he could not bring himself to care about the lab right now.
“Lapadomin—but you would call it Mars,” his upper lip was slightly cleft, not much, but enough to make anyone paying attention do a double take. He licked his full bottom lip with a bright red tongue before he bared his sharp teeth in what Cosimo was going to consider a smile. If he wanted to kill him, he would have done so by bow and would not be hinting at sexual servitude in the future.
“But—“ he protested. “The probes—“
“Landed in the desert lands,” Tissor chuckled. “They were many seta—uh… miles?” he tilted his side, his eyes closed for a moment as he lost himself in thought. “Yes, miles. Many miles from any civilized land. We often gathered around your devise and marveled at its inefficiency and clumsiness. How it managed to travel so far was the subject of mad speculation and discussion.”
“But it caught you.”
“No,” he shook his head, his long ears flapping. “I allowed myself to be caught to win a bet,” he offered him a smile.
“A bet?”
“Yes, I bet my contemporaries that I could travel to your planet and prove that though you creatures had advanced, you would still be barbarians. And I was proven right.”

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It’s Your Totally Inappropriate NC 17 M/M Hump Day Hump!!!

It’s Time For You Hump Day Hump… for which I totally blame Cynthia Sax!!! Unedited bit of In The Company of Strangers coming from Changeling Press… Totally NC17 M/M Slashy Goodness… I apologize in Advance… he’s a bunny rabbit…. Don’t judge me! WAAAA!!!! LOL

“Why?” he managed as Tissor continued to stroke his hair, amused by the way he pushed up into the caress.
“I can answer these one at a time,” his hand moved down to stroke the human’s neck, noting that the water that flowed from his body was scented with mush and spice, it was an exotic scent that went straight to his phallus.
“You were kind to me,” He offered him a smile, showing his sharp fangs as a sign of pleasure. The human trembled more under his hand. “I watched as you disarmed the machines they would have used to experiment on my person. You brought me water and protected me as best you could. I was grateful.”
The reached down with his free hand and gave his human’s rump a little tap. It really was a pinchable rump.
“You are here,” he continued softly, because I didn’t want to replay your kindness with death when I blew up the facility in where I was held.”
“Bl- blew—“
“It up, yes.” Tissor nodded. “I grew weary of their games and decided it was long past time for me to return home. My ancestor was correct. The people on your planet—the humans—are not totally correct in their way of thinking.”
“Y—ou blew—“
“Up the facility and the land it sat on for a radius of about seven of your miles.”
“Uh—“
“I was merciful,” Tissor narrowed his yellow eyes at him. “I could have destroyed the state in the US known as Colorado. But as the scientists there were the ones trying to harm me and did not see fit to share my existence with the rest of the planet, I decided to only destroy those who wronged me. You were not one of those humans.”
His pet stared at him before he dropped his head again, groaning softly.
His phallus was red looking, swollen and leaking a clear fluid. His face was flushed and his whole body tinted red. His pale skin shimmered under the dim lights of his sex chamber and Tissor found himself proud that he had chosen such a consort for himself.
“But—“
“You are mine,” Tissor leaned forward to hiss in his consort’s face. The human had better get an understanding of his role now before he’s be forced to punish him. “The rest of them are of no consequence.” He tightened his fist in his consort’s hair and pulled his head back. “The sooner you accept this, the better your new life will be.”
The human whimpered, his face growing redder as his words were accepted.
“Now, by what name are you called?”
The human was shuddering more now, the stimulation almost too much for his body to take. This pleased Tissor greatly, his consort was sensitive. He was taking to the stretching machine well. Now it was time to acclimate his mind.
“C—Cosimo—“ he stammered, almost looking ashamed to admit his own name.
“Cosimo,” he purred the name softly. “Yes, I like it. It is exotic. Cosimo—You may call me Tissor. Do you know what I am doing to you, Cosimo?” he asked softly and the human shook his head.
“I am stretching out your anal orifice, Cosimo,” his whole body shivered at the spoke words. “I am stretching you out and inducing a fluid into your body that will have you slick and ready for me whenever I desire. Do you know what this means?”
“I-I—“ he stammered, his face hot with the blood flooded there.
“It means that when I am ready for my consort, I will bend you over and—what is the word you human’s use? Yes, I will fuck you hard until I spill my fluids… deep within your body.”
‘Oh God!” His human, Cosimo whimpered before his body spasmed, his anal muscles clenching around the probe, his purple swollen cock spraying out his fluids along the platform beneath him.
Then the human fell flat, his grip on Cosimi’s head the only thing holding his body upright.
“Beautiful,” he whispered, easing his head down, petting his hair once again. “I can’t wait to make you do that again and again until I’m satisfied.”

It’s Time for you Humo Day Hump!

It’s Time for you Humo Day Hump! This one is an upcoming release from Changeling Press called In the Company of Strangers… yeah, they are huge alien rabbits… i have no idea why… Don’t judge me! LOL M/M NC 17 majorly! Language and… um.. sex machine… RUnning away in shame… not! LOL

Chapter 1

There was a pole up his ass.
Of all the ways he could have chosen to wake, this was not one of them.
The beeping of the machines that surrounded him drew him closer to awareness and Cosimo tried to remember what had happened.
The last thing he remembered was… the alien…
He inhaled deeply, waking more fully, the last vestiges of sleep falling away.
He was on his stomach and whatever he was resting on was damn comfortable. It was a far sight better than what that poor creature…
A shifting of the pole in his ass sent a flash of heat flowing through him as his nerve endings began to tingle. His stomach tightened and his balls shifted as he felt his blood race to his dick. He moaned as he wiggled deeper into the soft furry surface that held him almost all thoughts leaving his body.
His hips began to shift, to push back on the wide pole invading him, getting more of the delicious sensations. His back arched as his control was fading fast. From the tips of his toes to the top of his head, all he could feel was heat, terrible, draining, consuming heat.
Sweat beaded over his skin as the head of his cock became so sensitive that each grind of his hips left him leaking, soaking the material beneath him with his slippery precum. And it wasn’t enough. He needed more. He was not filled enough. He wanted to be stretched, split wide open and fucked hard.
He wiggled his hips desperately seeking relief, but the pole that pierced him did not move. It was too short, to thin to feed his hunger. If he moved a certain way, it grazed a spot inside him that made lights flash behind his eyes and tore a low grunt from his throat.
He had to hit it again.
Cosimo recognized the indignity of the Chief of Security, a decorated war vet, a man who could kill you seven ways before you hit the ground—with his face down, his ass up high, begging for a thicker piece of pole to fuck himself on.
But this just felt too damn good.
All thoughts receded, his memory went blank, and all that was important was getting his ass drilled and filled in the worst way possible.
His muscles strained and he arched is back deeper, trying to make that damn pole hit that spot, his prostate he imagined, just right. Growls were flowing from his throat and he could almost feel it. His elusive release was getting closer as his hunger grew. It consumed him and he tightened his muscles around the poke, desperate for anything that would bring about his climax. His ass quivered and he threw his head back, his mouth open, his breath tearing from his throat as his body’s need outstripped its ability to see to itself. “I — can’t,” he panted—
“You can and you will.”
The voice roared like thunder and with it small jolts of electricity began to run through the suddenly too small pole in his ass.
“Fuck!” Cosimos screamed as the first jolts hit him. It wasn’t enough to hurt or burn, but it stimulated the nerves in his ass like never before and ripped sensations from his body that were hellish and heavenly all at the same time.
“Eventually,” the voice responded. “But you are not ready yet.”
Before he could voice an opinion on the matter, the pole began to widen, to stretch enough to tease his ass more than before.
“Oh God,” he moaned, his head dropping as his ass lifted higher.
Cosimos suddenly knew what it felt like to go insane. This was what he wanted and it was not enough. His body was being played just the way he liked it but the need was going to kill him.
He hung there, sweating, panting, holding his ass just so to get the pull benefit of the pole… and then it started to move.
“Fuck!” he roared again, throwing himself back into the movement as a quiet whirring sound filled the room. He was being fucked by a machine but it still wasn’t what he needed.
The hand running thought his hair was a shock.
He looked up and froze despite all the stimulation being applied to his body. “You!”
“Me?” came the drawled response. “Are you surprised to see me?”
Then all his memories came flooding back.
He was so fucked… and not in a good way.

Flash Fiction! WOOT!

I was supposed to have this story out yesterday… but I fell asleep! LOL Sorry. *g*

 

Flash Fiction by Flash

 

“All things are ready, if our mind be so.” – William Shakespeare

 

 

“What the hell—“

Alice sat up from where. the universe had tossed her on her ass.

She was just rereading an old favorite when she fell asleep—

“You ‘re late.”

She ran her fingers over her face in an attempt to wipe away the massive illusion that stood blinking up at her. Carrying a huge pocket watch, the furry interloper into reality impatiently tapped a foot.

“I am—what?”

“You are late,” he repeated. “For a very important date.”

“You are a rabbit.”

“And you’re genius. Get with the program, toots,” he tucked his watch away and glared at her.

“But—“

“You,” a disembodied voice called out to her. “Who are you?”

She looked to her left and saw a large green caterpillar smoking a blunt… staring at her.

“You are a bug,” she shook her head. “And I am not high enough for this.”

He gave her a baleful look before offering her the joint.

But it was when the smiling set of fangs appeared on an invisible cat that she reached for her gun.