Innocent virgin Chelsea Blandford finds herself in a very exclusive hospital, under the care of arrogant unicorn Doctor Travan Shinestab. Will she submit to his demands and endure his highly unusual treatment?
5000 words of romance-saturated unicorn erotica; for mature readers only.
Jessica Winters wasn’t expecting much excitement on her brother’s archeological expedition, but that was before she met Sheik Zacharan. The handsome unicorn has plans of his own.
If you read E.M.Hull’s classic novel and thought “this needs less rape, way fewer words, and a unicorn,” this is the story you’ve been waiting for.
WhatWhat: Julie and her boyfriend Andrew go on a camping trip, have sex several times without realizing they’re being watched by bigfoots (bigfeet?), and then Julie gets captured and forced into bigfoot sex.
It was late July in the Southern Ontario heat and Julie just couldn’t take it anymore. Her boyfriend, Andrew, had dragged her along to go camping somewhere north of Toronto and she had simply had enough of the heat, mosquitos, and lack of cell phone service. (loc 38)
Tied down in the middle of the forest with a bigfoot fingering her Julie began to cum. (loc 537)
Verdict: I’m not sure what this says about me, but I found the first part of this slightly tedious (though competently written). I’ve been on camping trips; I have loving, monogamous sex with my partner. I don’t need to read about either unless there’s some kind of tension or character development or plot advancement happening.
But then somewhere around the 70% mark, the bigfoot sex kicks in, and the story becomes interesting and really hot. It’s not that it was totally boring before—the Blair Witch-esque wooden structure and the baffled park rangers were entertaining, and there was nothing actually wrong with the sex and hiking scenes. I just found them notably less engrossing than the rest. The rest is fantastic.
WhatWhat: The copyright page of the story starts to address you as you’re reading it, tells you about its encounter with Christie Aackerlund, and then starts to persuade you to perform intimate acts with it.
So many people experience books with only their eyes, but she took me in with her other senses, tasting the shape of my legalese, smelling my sharp whiff of justice.
Soon, I was flipping through the folds of her ladyhood like pages in a book. I used my power cord to develop her backstory while in the front I moved her plot forward. I located her swollen little maguffin and propelled us into the climax. (loc 52)
Verdict: I’ve just recently read some choose-your-own erotica, and now this; it’s all getting weirdly interactive. But this was an entertaining little piece of weirdness, and the last bit—when the copyright page finally ends, and the story ties in to the author’s other work—made me laugh out loud.
WhatWhat: Doug is a marine biologist, which is why he’s deep sea diving. He touches a sea pen, and it’s been so long since he’s had sex that he thinks inappropriate things about it. Back on shore, he’s confronted by a grey and green sea monster thing, sea pen jutting out; Doug’s touch aroused him, and now he’s demanding satisfaction.
“Jesus, I need to get laid,” he thought to himself, shaking his head as he reached out absently to touch a sea pen that had rooted itself in a rock a little ways from the rest of the colony. “Stop creeping on the marine life.” The pen puffed up as his fingers dragged across it, standing straighter than it had been before. (loc 29)
“What are you going to do about this?” the hallucination informed him, gesturing very specifically at the sea pen jutting from the conjunction of his hips. (loc 53)
Verdict: It disturbs the hell out of me that this was arousing to read. Twisty McCox is a national treasure.
WhatWhat: In a world where hamburgers have been made illegal, Emmy agrees to take part in a heist, and finds herself falling for one of the gang: the oddly attractive Hambandit. But crossing the McDonnell mob is dangerous business…
“And that’s why I need your help,” said the Hambandit.
Captain Criminal, the famed sandwich pirate, stepped forward. “You have my sword.”
Two of the soft drinks from the Merry Meal Gang bowed. “And our straws,” they said in unison.
“And our potatoes, golden on the outside, soft and fluffy on the inside,” said a cardboard box full of french fries. (loc 81)
The big guy. Rumour was that he’d been in the burger-running game from the beginning, even before hamburgers became illegal. He was known by many names. The Man in the Big Red Shoes. The Dancing Clown. Ron. He used to be all right–an upstanding citizen, more or less. He even ran a house for sick kids, for Christ’s sake. Nobody knows what happened to turn him so rotten. (loc 137)
“Oh God. Robble robble. Robble robble!” he shouted. She pulled back before he could come. (loc 261)
“Easy, girl,” said the Colonel. “Now that’s better. Good girl, Wendy.” (loc 330)
Incidentally, that last quote (the one with Wendy) isn’t from a sex scene, but it was horrifying and hilarious in context.
Verdict: I made my husband do a junk food run before I read this, which is just as well, as I may never be able to eat a burger again.
This was BRILLIANT, and everyone should go read it right now. But it was disturbing as hell; I may be in therapy forever trying to come to terms with what happened to Grimmis, damn it.
There’s not actually a lot of sex in this, but that’s kind of a good thing, as the sex scene involves an unexpected and unsettling transformation (Emmy changes when she gets excited; I’m not spoiling things by saying more than that).
Is it just me, or is Canada seriously punching about its weight in the weird short erotica category? Leonard Delaney is a twisted, strange national treasure. He’s written the weirdest heist story ever, with kind of a mob-and-bootleggers flavour to it.
WhatWhat: In volume three of McCox’s poutine saga, Gord keeps thinking about the masterful junk food that inhabits the forests of Quebec, when the Alpha Poutine and its offspring show up in his bedroom.
Returning from the tender ministrations of the Alpha Poutine and its children with a song in his heart and a lingering tenderness in his ass,…((loc 33)
Helpful fries spread his buttocks and he could feel his hole winking as it tried to regain the sensation that had vanished, to repossess the fullness he still needed desperately. (loc. 123)
Verdict: This has to be the most Canadian erotica ever written, seriously. Also I keep craving poutine. NOT THAT WAY. But it’s still worrying. I’ll be honest though, if the author released the three of these as a paperback I’d buy multiple copies and gift it to all my friends.