You stand in a barren field of bored strangers giving disappointed looks at flyers advertising the greatest dance & orgy ever, anywhere. Just at the moment you give up, a kobold runs out from the tree line, reaches into their cloak, and withdraws an egg larger than their scaly paw. They raise it into the air and smash it into the dirt. The egg breaks and alien dance music and a liquid that seems to be every colour at once spills out. The liquid races outward until it covers the entire field and leaves behind a dance floor composed of various 2-D blobs all pressing up against each other, moving like amoeba, and brightly glowing in shifting colours. At the edge of the field the liquid changes direction and rises into the sky until it forms a new egg the size of a building. The walls of the egg grow luminescent flora and fungi holding extradimensional drinks, drugs, food, & aphrodisiacs. As you look around in shock the music swells and the egg cracks in half revealing the sky above you that is suddenly black as night and covered in nebulae. Two bio-marble monoliths rise from the ground on either side of the egg and begin to carve themselves into statues of naked, anthropomorphic, dragons standing above you, clasping claws and spreading wings. They kiss, and the tips of their erect cocks meet in the middle and spill a white liquid into the crowd. Wherever it lands the ground melts away to reveal a dimly lit, quieter, second level with a rapidly filling pool of the dragon’s cum. The gravity shuts off and suddenly the crowd scatters, drifting to the walls, rising into the night sky, or diving into the pool. You reach for the fountain; it looks, smells, and tastes, like slightly sulfurous semen. You hear an invisible voice whisper “Medinites Active” in your ear and feel tingly before handing your clothes off to invisible servants that carry them away before floating over to three horny kobolds emerging from a trench coat and asking them to dance.

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You received an invitation to the greatest dance off / orgy ever, anywhere. Yet when you show up all you see is a barren field and some equally confused strangers. At least at first!

“Gentleien and Taro, Carproar and Mazo, thank you for asking me to judge this training match. Everyone, please do your best!” You wave a hanky between a deer made of blue flowers, and a red and green canine covered in horns, and bone ridges. Mazo doesn’t hesitate “Go loser! If you don’t win this I’m dying you pink and letting your friends use you as a cum rag!” A wave of humiliation and arousal surge through Carproar who converts the energy into a sonic blast that slashes through the turf between the two monsters. Gentleien barely leaps to the side in time. “Good dodge Gentleien! That brute’s not scary! Show him your vine work! You get me so hard when you tie people up!” Taro pours on the encouragement and Gentleien smiles and falls onto his back, his roots vanishing under the soil before wrapping around Carproar’s big fluffy paws. “You dumb puppy! Guess you're too much of a loser. Here, this is what a winner smells like!” Manzo yanks a bundled up pair of underwear from inside his pants and tosses them onto the field. Looking ashamed, Carproar shoves his nose into the fabric and takes a deep sniff. When he lifts his muzzle his eyes are bright red. He shivers and his muscles swell, bone armour bursts through his fur, and his cock reaches full mast. “Red Rocket!” He growls as a missile slides free from between his legs and races across the field to explode! Gentleien is tossed into the sky like a ragdoll and lands hard. Taro rushes over, his fly already open. “I got you buddy. I got something for my sexy flower.” Gentleien opens his mouth and licks his lips. Every drop of his Tamer’s piss causes him to grow, sprouting extra limbs. With his face buried in Taro’s crotch he summons a forest that binds Carproar from every direction, including his volatile genitalia. You wave your hanky. “The winner is Gentleien!”

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The sexual bond between a Tamer and a companmon is a source of enormous power. Can you arouse your companion enough for them to bring home the win?

You hear a twig snap and look up to see a lone subbyman at the edge of the woods. A magnificent stud with a chestnut mane, tail, and leather harness. He is choosing a tree to piss on. Your guide book identifies him as a Ponpa, a horse type subbyman and a perfect addition to your team if you want to add someone with high speed or be pulled in a chariot. You sneak around and reach for the first sub-tag on your tag chain. “Sifo! Obey My Call!” You press your thumbprint onto the tag and your transporter summons an elegant gentleman fox with glittering silver fur. “Sifo, scare the Ponpa deeper into the woods! Use Fox Fire!” “Yes Master.” Your training pays off and Sifo obeys instantly. The tips of his 9 tails ignite balls of orange fire that fly through the air. One strikes the Ponpa on the back making his skin blush and cock throb. The Ponpa ducks left and races deeper into the woods. As you hoped the Ponpa is now caught between you and the thorn bush patrolled by angry bleedas you passed earlier. “Sifo, use Seductive Dance!” Your loyal fox dances into the clearing only to be met by the angry horse-man wielding his semi-hard cock like a firehose for piss. You respond with a lube bomb that coats the Ponpa and the ground in equal measure. “Now Sifo! 9-Tail Tackle!” The soaked Sifo jumps at your command, knocking him down. Sifo’s tails binding the target in fur soft as silk and hard as steel. You walk carefully over and dangle a carrot over the Ponpa’s nose. “Hello beautiful. I’ve been looking for someone to eat my carrots, and breed my subs. You wanna join my team?” You nod at Sifo who begins teasing the horse-man’s cock with practiced paws. The Ponpa thinks for a moment, then nods, and begins eating your carrot. “Sifo, reward our new friend with your hole.” Your hungry fox smiles hungrily and slides the Ponpa’s now hard cock into his well trained hole as you slide a new tag around his neck. Success!

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The latest monster collector, Subbymen, is finally here and you are one of the first in line to get a copy! Now it's time to collect them all!

You tap your id and the door to Harry’s House of Hypnosis slides opens. The inside is quiet and dim. You follow gently glowing arrows on the floor and walls past a receptionist and into Harry’s office. An anthropomorphic bat with massive eyes smiles at you. “Welcome. You are safe. Relax. Listen. Stare into my eyes. Breathe In. Breathe Out. Allow the world to drift away. Allow yourself to drift away. Thoughts are a burden. Just obey. Follow program 002 for 4 hours.” A fog rolls in. Like your thoughts are locked in a cloud of padding and cotton candy. Your body stands up and leaves through the office's back door into a change room. It strips, places your clothes in a locker, and puts on a black shirt, shorts and slip ons. Then steps into a hallway. Other bodies move upstairs to a study hall. Yours moves downstairs into a gym. The sweat of bodies is thick in the air but you aren’t capable of caring. Instead your body begins stretching. There are other bodies around yours. Normally you’d feel self-conscious but the hypnosis cocoons your perceptions. You can’t even describe what anyone else here looks like. You are trapped, happily obeying. Each movement of your body is slow & precise to the millimeter, like a robot instead of a person. Your body must obey the prescribed workout created by your personal doctor, and the house’s physical trainer. Even if it is boring. Even if it hurts. You experience the strain & struggle as if someone had turned the volume down. YOU ARE AWAKE. The lights are brighter. Your body hurts. An attendant softly asks you to do a body scan. “Do you need to use the bathroom?” The hypno-trance ends in this room. After you leave the cubicle the trance returns and you finish your routine. You wake up as you walk past the receptionist. You ache everywhere. But you are your doctor's favorite patient and in a month you should be fully recovered.

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Did you make a New Years Resolution but can't keep it? Have you tried everything to lose weight or gain muscle but nothing works? Do you stare at your homework for hours but learn nothing? Come on down to Harry’s House of Hypnosis!

You stand in a tube and an employee looks you over. He helps guide an enema into you repeatedly until the water runs clean, then grabs a showerhead and scissors to groom you, then blowdries you. Next you travel to the costume department where you are dressed up with a small set of antlers, a hypno-mask and earbuds, a red LED nose, a gag shaped like a reindeer’s cock, a jingle bell collar that reads “Santa’s Lil Secret”, nipple clamps that can only be removed once someone has eaten the sexy candies off their chain, a jingle bell harness, hoof mitts and shoes, and a reindeer tail butt plug. Your cock is locked in a candy cane chastity cage. The key is hidden somewhere on your body. Your ankles are bound with a matching spreader bar. You hobble to the gift wrap room where you are bound in Christmas tree lights and red and white straps that compress you onto your knees. Escape becomes impossible and freeing you requires completing the puzzle created by the straps and lights dizzying arrangement. Once you are completely helpless you are placed inside of a foam filled box with a bow and a sign saying “Live Sex Toy. Handle Roughly.” Your box is then moved into the back of a car. You can just barely feel it rumble through the foam as you travel from the facility to the address you pre-entered. You want to be anxious that your friend did not heed your warning to stay home but the calming voice and soothing swirls keep you floating in a vague sea of expectant horniness while you throb in your cage. The rumble stops and you feel someone pick up your box. You move. You are put down. You are picked back up. Stairs? Maybe? Then new air! The lid is removed! Someone is opening you! You feel paws pat your head, grope your ass, tease your tail plug. They said all they wanted for Christmas was You, so that is exactly what you got them!

#Porn #Furry #Bondage #Christmas #Yifcity

When you asked your hottest friend what they wanted for Christmas they sent you a Mariah Carey song. So you found a service that will get them back in the sexiest way possible!

A Direwolf wearing tech-armor strides onto a stage and unleashes an ear-shattering howl that silences the audience in front of him. “Ladies and Gentlemen and those Betwixt and Between! I welcome you to our show! I present for your astonishment The CybOrks!” He fires a beam cannon that destroys the curtain behind him, lights flash, flamethrowers and fog-machines burst to life, and the crowd cheers as 6 naked, oiled, muscular, orks, with shiny cyborg implants stride forward and unleash a collective roar. The two in the middle strike their companion’s backs with neon, metal studded, drum sticks causing hidden implants triggered by percussive force to unleash bursts of light from LEDs under their skin, and pre-programed guitar riffs, and drum rolls. They in turn plaster feral grins on their mugs and strike the chests and abs of the last two with floggers unleashing waves of rising and falling piano music. LED’s in the tails glimmering red, blue, and purple. The last two draw whips and begin striking the outer thighs of the others triggering thunder strikes and griffin screams that add to the cacophony. Their whips tips flashing with electronic lightning in time to the beat. They break formation into an exquisitely choreographed dance/fight. Each attack is perfectly timed to the sound they need. Adrenaline surges through them pushing them through the pain into greater acts of athleticism and masochism. A giant chainsaw drops from the ceiling and an orc grabs its teeth to shoot upward. On the other side an orc punches another in the chest with both hands pushing him back on to a hidden spring that shoots him up to whip-duel the chainsaw riding orc midair as they both fall back down and are caught by the other four. The show ends in bursts of sweat, electricity, blood, and lasers as the crowd goes wild. The direwolf howls as he pulls a lever and drops the band under the stage where they can safely collapse.

#Porn #Furry #Masochism #BodyMods #Yifcity

You managed to score tickets to the most violent mosh in Yifcity! A warband of cyborg orcs that believe that fucking, fighting, and playing hard rock, should be done on stage and rock hard!

/Start Sequence Complete - Facility connection 100%\ Benjamin’s first thought was his calendar. It had been 105 days since the mad scientists had transplanted his brain into a computer and trapped him here for an experiment. Now everyday was a fresh chance for his revenge. Sadly programming restrictions meant he only had access to very petty revenge options. Today's agenda began with replacing Doctor Terrier’s morning alarm chimes with hot & heavy moans Ben had recorded and a mix up with Terrier’s laundry program forcing him to choose between a revealing singlet or woman’s dress. As expected he took the singlet and threw yesterday’s lab coat over it. He was scheduled to work alone today anyway. Well, before Ben made changes. He moved Terrier's equipment to an abandoned lab. One that Ben’s worst enemy, System Admin Ortie, often used to get time away from his young son. Ben found his porn stash a month ago and matched it to Terrier’s stash. Terrier was suspicious from the moment he opened the door and looked around. He could hear that same heavy breathing that had woken him up. Ben panned the camera as he walked around the corner and found Ortie staring into a mirror and groping himself through his own wrestling singlet. Ortie’s shocked and horny expression was pure dopamine for Ben. “Did you trick me?” Terrier asked, equally distressed and aroused. Ortie shook his head and looked up at the camera. “Patient Ben, you crossed a line. I am suspending your access and getting you a damn therapist.” Then he walked towards Terrier and grabbed his clothes. Ortie pulled out a remote and Ben’s world faded to black as the two men got close and started talking. /Warning - Facility connection 1% - Access Denied\

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You wake up to find a group of mad scientists have placed your brain in the computer that controls their facility. The computer’s programming prevents you from doing anything lethal. So how would you get revenge?

GAME START Flashes in neon letters across the surface of the glass tube you wake up in before shifting to a 10 minute timer. You are in a mad scientist’s lab. Behind you is a cloning machine. In front is a clone of you, clamped down, and partially dissected. Your own organs displayed for you with grotesque realism. On the far side of the room you see your real body on a slab. A milking machine feeds your semen to the cloning machine. A chunky helmut transmits your mind to your clone. To win you must turn off the machines before the timer runs out using just your tiny paws. You waste 2 minutes finding a loose panel in the base and escape. Then another clambering down a labcoat draped off the table. The stone floor is sticky enough that you can’t run on it and you get caught by a cyborg mouse. Though he doesn’t hurt you, you take too long solving his puzzle and removing his chastity cage. A growl alerts you to a newcomer. The scientist’s pet cerberus. 100 times your size with paws bigger than your whole body, a throbbing erection, and three heads. One with cyborg implants, a mutant green one, and one with bright red eyes and too many teeth. All three drool as they sniff the air and head straight for you. You shiver and watch as the cyborg head unleashes a magnetic bark that snatches the mouse into the air so it can swallow it with a resounding clang. All six eyes turn to you. You let out a squeak as it leaps, and catches you with a paw. The mutant head burbles and extends a flexible tentacle from his maw that leisurely tastes you then lifts you up and drops you into the third head’s mouth. You narrowly miss his many gleaming teeth, land on his tongue, and slide down his throat before joining your mouse friend in the humid insides of the beast. A sea of glowing green acid greets you and rises up to dissolve you both. You wake up a moment later back inside your tube. 2 LIVES REMAINING flashes before you.

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A return to the haunted house from 02, this time featuring a premium experience the house offers, that most forbidden of kinks, Death, without the strings usually attached!

If you mean the series I have tagged all of my microfics as #Yifcity with one f.

If you mean this specific short then, no, not at the moment. I have usually tried to do as many different stories as possible. If you have a specific request I will try and fulfill it.

“Welcome back viewers to the 4th annual Wizard’s Gasm Tournament Semi-Final between Sildanifiz The Elder and Fetameen the Mind-Bender! Wands out!” An older man in pearlescent robes draws a wooden wand topped with a diamond dick. “Erascil’s Prostate Massager!” he shouts as a tentacle emerges from the ground and gropes around. A middle aged man in a sparkling navy robe quickly flicks his wand of carved onyx in response “Johnson’s Open Holes!” Orange and blue disks appear, sending the tentacle back to its summoner who grunts as the tendril slides into him. Sildanifiz’s cock twitches as he changes his strategy. “Minos’ Manly Musk!” A barely perceptible fog surrounds the stage. Fetameen breathes it and coughs, losing focus on his next spell. Sild takes the opening. “Fekles’ Ghost Paws!” A swarm of translucent paws appear and grope the navy-clad wizard. Fetameen groans as one of the paws begins to stroke his rapidly hardening cock. “I’m not holding back anymore! Fetameen’s Horny Mirrors!” Quicksilver flashes into Sildanifiz’s head. He stumbles, as silver disks manifest around him, blocking his vision and showing a panoply of his sexual fantasies! ”Victory for me!!” Fetameen shouts as one of the ghost hands slides into his hole. “DeSola’s Illusory Femboy!” A rainbow light emerges from Fet’s rod and illuminates a mirror morphing it into a moaning male in a maid dress kneeling before Sild. For a moment Sildanifiz is mesmerized, thrusting his cock into the illusion’s mouth to no avail. “Fool! A picture makes you imagine. This makes me want my dick wet. Try this! Tuskar’s Insincere Flattery!” For a moment, nothing, then a burst of applause as Sild’s enchanted whispers push Fetameen over the edge and the stage is coated with his load. “We have our finalist! Sildanifiz The Elder wins!”

#Porn #Furry #SexMagic #Yifcity

Wizard Duels have destroyed thousands of lives. The law now requires such duels be fought until orgasm instead of death! 10 years later such duels are now a formal sporting event and a new tournament has gained international success!

Your nap within The Horny House’s Jurassic Greenhouse is interrupted by an alert. The terminal beside you displays the approaching guest’s kink profile. You tap “yes” and move out of your hiding spot. A man wanders past you, runners build, twitchy. You toss a rock at trees on his other side. The target dashes like a startled rabbit. You’d never catch up if he wasn’t running towards you. He is so panicked he doesn’t notice you until after he runs face first into your chest and bounces off. You pose, letting him gawk at your muscled dinosaur body, and chunky cyborg augments, before grabbing his torso with the industrial clamp replacing your left arm and lifting him up. You push a button and trigger a synthesized recording. “Predator 1’s Hunt Successful. Initiating Assimilation" The boy lets out a fake scream as your thick dino-claw slices through the waistband of his shorts and pulls them off. Just brushing the smooth back of your claw against his cock is enough to bring him to full mast. “Someone help! This monster is having his way with me!” he moans, squirming against the soft rubber lining of your clamp. You grin, showing off rows of teeth. “Powering Assimiliator” The boy’s eyes go wide as he sees your bio-engineered cock slide free of its sheath, feels vibrators pick up speed, and watches a crotch-mounted laser scanner scatter red beams across his body before highlighting his exposed hole. You lean in, stretching your tongue out to leave a trail of saliva up his cheek. Then rotate him with your clamp, lining up his hole with the Assimilator. He quivers in place as instead of thrusting into him, you brace your tail against a tree, and use him like a giant fleshlight. An easy task for your enhanced strength. “Assimilation at 0%. Projected Duration… 2 Hours.”

#Porn #Furry #FearPlay #Yifcity

A haunted house where you give consent via a form before you can enter, and then are free to wander and be ambushed by terrifying monsters that somehow know your every fear, and every desire!

You lay on a shelf under a sign flashing “Living Plush” across a dim lit room of beds. Speakers play Lo-fi. Beside you is a cat-boy and bear-cub. A frail lizard-man walks in, taps an ID card, and walks to your shelf. He browses before tapping the bear and pointing to a bed. The bear nods and follows him. You are left to wait until a large, glaring man covered in night-black fur enters. He taps, strides over, reads the contract on your tag, picks you up, and carries you bridal-style to a bed. His fur smells woodsy. He tugs your underwear off, tucks you in, strips down, and climbs in behind you. You focus on staying relaxed as he wraps his arms around you and pulls against him. You feel his warmth, the thrum of tension from his core. You both stay still for a minute before he idly runs his claw-tips through your tummy fur. You stifle a sigh. Time passes, the song ticks over to a new one. His cock hardens and slides between your legs, it’s heat throbbing an inch below your hole. “You can” “Plushies don’t talk.” Chastised, you fall silent, a blush dying your cheek-fur. You're reassured when he pulls you a little tighter against him. His time is almost up when his cock shrinks free of your pre soaked fur. He shivers against you, nuzzling into the back of your neck. Tiny whimpers, spill from his muzzle and are muffled by your tear dampened fur. Though not what you wanted, this too is a kind of release. He leaves & the staff clean you for the next borrower. You hope to see him again.

#Porn #Furry #Plushification #Yifcity #Microfic

A store where they rent you to be used as a living plushie. You lay on shelves with tags that list kinks and limits. Anyone can take you to bed. You're not allowed to move or speak while they can do anything to you allowed by your tag.