It happened on a Wednesday. First, information was gently inserted into everyone’s mind, information about what would soon occur. Going forward, people between approximately the ages of eighteen and twenty-five would undergo a sort of second puberty: they would develop into fully functional hermaphrodites. The majority of people will have this hermaphrodation occur between twenty-one and twenty-three, with only about five...

Seeking a Cosmic Incitement, the Divine Order selected Celestia. A sacrifice to Osanyin, goddess, and guardian of the forest. Hers was the last of a shamanic people forced into hiding. They were seeking favor and protection from Osanyin through the Cosmic Incitement. All the Incitements presented before her perished. Celestia was unafraid of her purpose. Reaching the peak of her feminine power, the Incitement goes to the...

CUNT IS A CONCEPT! proclaimed a banner, in gaudy capital letters. A WOMAN’S RIGHT TO COCK! demanded another. FUTA RIGHTS ARE HUMAN RIGHTS! announced a third. And a fourth posed the existential question: ASSIGNED CUNT AT BIRTH…? “God, look at them,” sneered Gaia, as she stood by her window watching the crowds demonstrating up and down the length of Harley Street. “always thinking they’re entitled to more! Do you know, I ha...

“So who is this new little pet who is joining us?” Beleeza was splayed over a table in Reina's workshop watching her bondmate rummage about. The Daemon was looking especially outlandish today, her curved horns larger than usual, covered in dangling jewelry and chains. Her skin was charcoal gray, with only a few spots of brilliant red strewn across her face and arms. The elegant cloth around her waist was only there becaus...

“Ah, Mrs Stubbs! Do come in.” Mrs Stubbs was, in contradistinction to her name, tall, slender and elegant, with pale skin, gently slanting oriental eyes, her black hair formed into a soft bob which, indeed, bobbed winsomely as she entered the consulting room, smiled cautiously, and sat facing Dr Gaia’s large mock-oak desk. The doctor was, by contrast, large and buxom, with frizzy black hair, her dark skin rich and glowing...

Deep in the woods outside the village of Til'amin, Akila Solamin crouches silently. Every step she takes is as silent as a cat’s paw walking across a plush carpet. Her breathing is controlled and deliberate; long and slow. Designed to slow her heart rate, increasing her focus and calm. Her emerald eyes narrow, darting at every tiny movement in the otherwise still forest. Every leaf floating down from the canopy, every bir...

“Hey honey, welcome ho—!...” I greeted my wife as she came through the door from work but lost my train of thought as I saw how pale and miserable she looked. “Damn, Danielle you look awful. Are you OK?” That probably wasn’t the best way to phrase it but damage done. “Ugh, no. Everything hurts. My chest burns and aches. My whole damn torso feels like it is being twisted from the inside out. I’m going to take a painkiller...

In the days of the First People’s Republic, there were two friends. I say friends – but actually, they lived a long way apart. One lived in the great city of Bilbao, by the banks of the Mississippi. A proletarian under the rule of the Republic, he laboured all day in the stockyards. The other lived in a farmhouse atop a hill halfway between Szechwan and Surabaya. A peasant in the lands of the Grand Duke, she tilled the ea...

Callum the Huntsman sits by his hearth, brooding. Through his cabin window, in the distance, the gilded towers and turrets of the Royal Palace rise gleaming, their flags fluttering in the warm spring breeze. From the stone walls and oak rafters of his cabin hang the tools of his trade: bows and arrows, axes and knives, skins and heads of deer and rabbits. Callum broods. And the object of his contemplation is Snow White. S...

  I’m a scientist, you know. Actually, I’m a doctor. I fix people. And I know how. So I don’t believe in miracles or the paranormal. Generally speaking, things happen for a reason, according to relatively predictable principles. My job is to learn what those principles are and to work with them. My name’s Lucy, and my specialism is sex. Sounds fun, you think? Yes, it is – but perhaps not always the way you might expect. I...

Cora couldn't believe it when the money was actually deposited into her account. Although prone to impulsivity, Cora had been somewhat sceptical when she'd been offered a chance to make money helping a deep web company sell its fake magic crystals. But there it was, lovely lovely bitcoin. Cora pushed her computer chair back from the desk and span it around, giggling happily before she caught herself on the desk and brough...

"Uh-huh? Uh-huh...yeah, sure." "No, really, Tori, it's true!" Tori held her phone between her ear and shoulder as she shimmied out of her work trousers. "Look, it's all bullshit, okay? Don't get my hopes up so high. I know it's one of your biggest fetishes...what? Scared? Like Hell I am. Sure I'd do it myself. Alright, send me the link and I will, asshat." Tori hung up to the sound of her friend's cheerful laughter.  For...

  Ich komme, ich komme, grünende Brüder… “I am coming, I am coming,” I sing, as my soft arms extend heavenwards – curling, flexing, fashioning out of my imagination leaves, vines, boughs of ash and laurel – as I embrace the gift of mother-goddess to water-nymph. Below me, strings churn and gambol, myriad-divided, like the viridescent light which shines dappled through my branches. Sinewy lines of unseen woodwind twist and...

The hot California sun hung in the sky so much brighter than the overcast northeast. It's perfect though. I can finally purchase a home and be free of the frustration of New York rent. Driving around from potential home to potential home with my long lost friend Alina made it even more familiar. She opened the white door of a large home after undoing the keypad. Gesturing me inside, she indicated to the curved stair case,...