Gwen is an up-and-coming challenger in the futanari wrestling league. With an undefeated record, she’s been given the chance to fight the champion, Vanessa. This isn’t your normal wrestling league, though! Pinning your opponent means nothing unless something sexual is being done at the same time. With a cocky attitude, Gwen believes there’s nothing to fear from the champion, but at the weigh-in, Gwen can’t stop staring at the bulge in Vanessa’s shorts… Will Gwen be able to conquer her lust and claim victory over Vanessa, or will the champion reign supreme and put Gwen in her place—bent over, face down on the mat?

Futanaris - beautiful, feminine creatures with breasts, a vagina... and a penis! When our hero accepts a job wrestling Futanaris for a hefty paycheck, he may have bitten off more than he can chew; his ass will literally be on the line in these no-holds-barred sexfights. If he wins, his defeated opponent is his plaything, but if he loses.......Fight Night at the Futanari Club contains five full-length matches, all male/Futanari.

Jeff is one lucky guy. After his girlfriend breaks up with him for spending too much time at the cat cafe, he heads there after hours. Who would have imagined his three favorite kitties would turn into full-fledged catgirls right before his very eyes? And the best part! They all want a piece of him!

The Casus Belli, an Imperator Titan that has defended the Imperium for ten millennia, marches to war at the head of an army of Adeptus Mechanicus – but will treachery end the god-machine's long legacy of glory? Holy warbringer of the Legio Metalica, the Imperator Titan Casus Belli has routed armies and levelled cities over ten thousand years of service in the name of the Machine-God. As war engulfs the Dark Imperium this mechanical god of battle arrives to destroy the renegade armies and tech-priests of Nicomedua. At the head of a battlegroup of Titans, Imperial Knights and skitarii, Casus Belli must defeat tainted war engines, Traitor Legionaries and armies of cultists. While apocalyptic battles rage across the planet, a no less deadly battle unfolds within the Titan itself, as Magos Exasus, leader of the Casus Belli’s Tech-guard, must find and defeat the enemy within before their insidious plans come to fruition.

The Legacy of Totalitarianism in a Tundra /lit/ Approved Epic Fantasy As featured in: Harold BloomÕs Shiterary Canon - The Best and Worst of Postmodernist Literature Donetsk Times Best Selling Author The Legacy of Totalitarianism in a Tundra Translation by Chuck Berry >anonymous An insight into the spook-conscious Enter the toxic post-ironic internet culture of /lit/

Judy and Pam are lesbians who have a naughty desire. Pam wants to be taken like a man. But the strap-on they bought isn't doing the job. Enter Gene! The magical genie turns Judy into a sexy futa-woman! But can she overcome her surprise at her hot, throbbing passion and use it to give Pam the completion she craves? Find out in "Lesbian's Futa Wish!" ~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~ Her eyebrows lifted as she took in the length of her lover’s body. Something was just a bit…off. Under the long t-shirt she had worn to bed, there was a strange, unidentifiable…lump…in the general vicinity of her crotch. Pam put her hand over her mouth to stifle a laugh. She hadn’t, had she? It was so like her girlfriend to refuse to admit defeat. For some reason, Judy must have decided to give the strap-on another try, and had put it back on. And had then fallen asleep. Did she think that having it on would allow her to get used to it? Did she think that a long, slow lovemaking session might get them both to the point where they would both get the pleasure they wanted out of the toy? Well, if she wants to give it another shot, I’ll try, she thought, as she climbed back into bed. Maybe it wasn’t really too big. She lay propped on one elbow, looking down into the face of her beloved. Poor kid. She must have gotten up earlier this morning, while I was still asleep, and put the dang thing on. And then fell asleep waiting for me to wake up. She leaned down, her lips brushing one soft cheek, while her hand reached down to flip up the hem of Judy’s shirt. And then lay stock-still, her eyes staring at what her hands had revealed. That’s not…possible. Pam slowly sat up, her jaw hanging open. Instead of the complicated mass of straps and buckles she had expected to see, with the lilac-colored phallus of the strap-on fastened over Judy’s crotch, instead there was this…miracle. She reached out, her fingers aching to touch it, to see if it was real, and not just a dream, and then pulled back. Instead, she leaned closer to inspect the- Amazing. Incredible. -undeniably erect object that leaped up from her lover’s groin like a dream made flesh. Long, thick, and tumescent, but still smaller than the monstrosity that their overeager libidos had insisted they get with the strap-on, it emerged from a spot just above Judy’s cleft, its thickness merging with her skin. Thankfully, the arcane blessing that had bestowed it on her lover had seen fit to leave out some of the more unpleasant parts of the male anatomy. There was no unpleasant, wiry clump of pubic hair; no gross, sagging scrotum; no lumpy set of testes to mar her girlfriend’s beauty. Only a lovely, lovely phallus, bobbing just a bit, in time with her heartbeat. Peachy-pink in color at the base, shading to a dark magenta at the tip, which was just slightly wet, a trace of clear fluid leaking from the tip. She had to touch it. Had to make sure that her staring eyes weren’t playing tricks on her, that she wasn’t hallucinating. Biting her lip, she reached out, running one finger along the side of the shaft.

Bayba is one hot number. Freshly sex-changed, she is ravenous for oral action and sets herself an unmatched goal: do 110 guys in a row, non-stop! Another gorgeous, full colour Baldazzini (Casa Howhard) - tongue-in-cheek bit raunchy fun!