Smutpunk Erotica Collab

By Girls Carrying Books, Bella Shadows, Callie Press and 4 more

Get punked!

The world’s first ever anthology of smutpunk erotica collects six sexy stories from half a dozen twisted authors and slaps them into your hot little hands, absolutely free!

What is smutpunk? Think cyberpunk, add a dollop of spunk, a bit of punk, and a squirt of love potion sixty-nine—and you get the idea! It’s filthy, no-holds barred, all-out erotic wrestling contest—and you’ve got front-row seats:

Feast on the following free sexy beasts:

•Agent Joystick by Bella Shadows: Somewhere in the world, an old man laments his initiation as a government assassin, a cum-stealing lady-mech does her nasty deeds, and History is to thank for it all. Agent Joystick details his sextale, from baited hook to sinker.

•(Not Quite) Milked by the Yeti by Callie Press: Brendalee Elkins finds that some nekkid pictures of her hawt body have been leakin' all over the internets. She come right to get them and restore her honor but a Yeti gets in her way.
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•Futanari Roommate Situation by Kella Z. Driel: Alistair is your typical, diffident British chap, studying at Neo-Tokyo University. Uh-oh! He’s been assigned a futanari roommate! She’s gorgeous, throbbing and keeps undressing in front of him! How long can he keep a stiff upper lip?

•The Return of Roo by Lucian Carter: You don't really belong here. This is a dangerous place. A scary place. Predators lurk here, eager for new prey. This... is #coverthypnotism! Witness the cyber trances of HypnoDom Lucian Carter, and feed your fetish, or find a new one.

•Dino-sore by Moctezuma Johnson: Miss Park is a Korean scientist trapped as a housewife until she braves flying to a small island in Latin America where she unearths something big and throbbing. Some magic on the island is making everything bigger. Will she be able to handle it?

•Driving Stick by Roxy Katt: In a diesel punk world, one sedate housewife inexplicably grows male genitals. What does she do? Squeeze into a shiny, black rubber uniform and become a chauffeuse of course. But sometimes those without the gear shift do the driving.

What are you waiting for? IT’S FREE SMUT!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Girls Carrying Books
• Release date: Apr 11, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370460717

Girls Carrying Books

Girls Carrying Books derived the name from the fact that girls who look all innocent carrying books in their hands often have their backpacks stuffed with dildos and clear heels. We produce high-quality erotica, part of the porno-literary vibe started by Emme Hor and Moctezuma Johnson. Check out the website for more info and check out the PAX3 awards held yearly.

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SMUTPUNK

EROTICA

COLLAB

An anthology of SMUTPUNK featuring M/M, avant-garde, ladyboy, humiliation, trans, futanari, lesbian, BDSM, cyborg, steampunk, splatterpunk, science fiction, anal, alt history, pop art, pop erotica.

Featuring:

Bella Shadow

Callie Press

Kella Z. Driel

Lucian Carter

Moctezuma Johnson

&

Roxy Katt

SMUTPUNK EROTICA COLLAB

Copyright © 2017 Moctezuma Johnson for The SMUTPUNK Erotica Collab

Copyright © 2017 of each work belongs to the respective author or artist.

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

100 Ballsacks, 100 Futa Horse Cocks, 100 Humiliating Cyborgs and 10 hours of smutpunk fapping. Yay! ––Anonymous

Driving Stick: A Rubber-Suited Futa Tale

Roxy Katt

When Hailey grew a cock and balls it looked like her husband would leave her. Though he never said so explicitly, it was clear he blamed her somehow. This was hardly fair. No woman grows a cock and balls deliberately. Even those who want to can’t manage it. You can do it with surgical reassignment, sure, if you are rich enough to get around the legal hurdles of the Cygnus 5 Protectorate. But growing a sausage and eggs suddenly in the middle of the night--pouf!--and waking up screaming about it, that’s another matter.

Just the luck of the draw, one might say.

Well, Hailey said ruefully, sitting on the edge of her bed in her bathrobe some weeks after the change, looking down in the direction of the gigantic organ between her legs carefully covered by the robe, at least I’ve birthed all the children I’d intended to.

What’s next, Mom? said Sarah, her oldest of three daughters, folding her arms and leaning against the doorway. Are you going to sire a few?

’Sire’ is such an antique word coming from a gum chewing 18 year old. What am I now? A knight, or something?

Why not? You’ve got the lance for it.

Now listen here young lady, you are not to make jokes about your mother’s… what are you doing? Sarah had stepped forward a couple of paces, bent forward cautiously.

I’m just curious… reaching gingerly for the edge of the robe.

DON’T you dare fucking look at it, young lady… smacking her daughter’s hand briskly.

Dad said it was absolutely huge.

He would. My god, that man has no discretion at all…

He’s probably jealous.

Envious, dear. The word is envious. You know that is one of my pet peeves, getting those two words mixed up. Envy is when you want something somebody else has. Jealousy is the same except that the something somebody else has is a person.

"From what he says, it practically is a person.

Hailey rolled her eyes. You know how your father is so histrionic about everything.

"And I don’t think he does want it, if you know what I mean."

Well, I didn’t exactly ask for it either.

Have you--you know--tried it out at all?

"Shouldn’t you be off to wank? I mean work, dammit…" But Sarah was already leaving the room with that insufferable mix of smirk and laughter that only the young can manage.

* * * * * *

Hailey had not yet had an erection, but that was about to change. That evening she had a dream about that saucy young woman who worked at the Diesel Street Bar and Grille off the elevated magnet-o-turnpike. All the waitresses there wore short, pleated leather skirts and this girl, whose name Hailey did not know, was no exception. Now all her life Hailey’s sexual thoughts had been almost entirely about men, but since her change she had been disturbed to find them turning in the direction of women.

In her dream, the young woman bent over at the end of a booth to clear the table. She seemed to be bent over a long time, as her lovely lean ass jutted innocently outwards. Hailey, wearing a leather business suit with pleated skirt casually sauntered up behind her and lightly raised the woman’s skirt as she hummed a little tune. The woman had no idea she was thus exposed, and Hailey regarded the tight, swollen cunt lips which swayed innocently from side to side with the motion of the woman’s hips.

Nice pussy, said Hailey.

The young lady gasped. Oh no! Have I forgotten to wear panties again?

It looks like you have, you ignorant slut, said a male voice. Hailey, still holding the little skirt up, turned to see her husband, who was apparently the cook in this dream. He looked on with folded arms disapprovingly. You know what the rules are. Hailey, she’s yours now. He left.

Don’t worry, dear, said Hailey reassuringly. I’ll fuck you with a woman’s touch." She reached under her own skirt now and unfastened her sturdy gaff, which dropped to the floor.

She pulled up her skirt to reveal an already stiffening penis. With fear and delight the still bent over young woman looked over her shoulder. You’ve got a c-c-c-cock?

Well if I don’t, it’s the world’s biggest clit, that’s all I can say. Hailey began to enter her. She sighed as she felt the hot, tight cunt make way for her, wrapping itself about her as she pressed deeper, deeper...

She had always wondered what a vagina felt like to one who didn’t have one, and now she was finding out. It was moist and firm, and had the most marvellous way of surprising her with its various motions and stresses. The young woman thrashed about on the table, upsetting dishes while the patrons of the establishment did not seem to take notice, for some reason.

Hailey heard her husband’s voice behind her again: don’t mind me, dear, just thought I’d try something out while you’re occupied. She felt the back of her skirt being lifted up and a hand on each of her buttocks. Something warm and wet nuzzled her asshole.

Oh, she thought, that felt unexpectedly nice. Apparently, her husband was taking her up the backside, as he had wanted to do in real life for years and she had refused for so long.

Hailey realized with a shock that she was actually enjoying this.

Oooh! That feels good, came the voice from behind her. But it was now distinctively a woman’s voice with a French accent: deep and throaty, smoky and sensuous. At first, Hailey thought her husband was doing an impersonation of a woman, but she turned her head and saw no impersonator. It was a blonde woman a little older than herself with her eyes closed and a smile of ecstasy on her face.

Hailey felt her asshole swelling almost exponentially. Oh! she cried out. I’m being fucked by a woman!

Why not? said the woman thrashing about and groaning on the table, you’re fucking one, aren’t you? Isn’t it fun?

Yes, but, it just isn’t right, is it?

The women at each end of Hailey laughed at her hypocrisy. Hailey felt herself turn red with shame, but could not help enjoying herself. The three of them had now developed a most marvellous rhythm, pumping and thrusting back and forth like alternating cylinders in a complex engine…

Hailey awakened with one hand around the thick, rock hard shaft of her penis and one finger poised on the edge of her anus. This was the first erection she had ever had. She was horrified: not simply by the fact of having an erection, but by the sheer size of the damned thing.

Weeks earlier, after her transformation, she had rushed off to a doctor as soon as possible to ask if anything could be done. After examining her carefully he said she looked healthy enough, and was bound to encounter herself at her full length sooner or later.

You mean, she had sat on the edge of the examination table, wide-eyed, covered only by a paper robe, it’s going to get long and hard just like my husband’s?

I should think so. If it doesn’t soon, just come back and we’ll see what we can do. But I don’t see any reason why you should not have normal functioning before long.

Doctor, I do not consider a vagina turning into a penis and testicles normal functioning.

The doctor smiled and shrugged. Another thing: sometimes these transformations are accompanied by minor mispronunciations of words or Freudian slips. Just an odd neurological glitch. Nothing to worry about.

But my husband is abballed! I mean, appalled!

The doctor handed her a pamphlet on condoms and anal sex.

* * * * * *

At lunch with Mabel:

Are you going to get circumcised? asked Mabel.

Please…

"It’s a good thing you’re not Jewish dear, because that would raise some awkward theological questions…"

Hailey sighed.

Wouldn’t your husband accommodate you at all? asked Mabel.

No.

Did you ask him?

Hailey blinked. Well, no.

Why not?

Well, I mean, what would one do?

What would one do? Lady, do you have no imagination at all? What would one do?

Frankly, if you don’t mind, I feel a little uneasy about using the thing. I daresay Frank had no interest in it being in any part of him either.

Alright then, don’t. He could still pleasure you up the bum, couldn’t he?

Oh! said Hailey, putting her hand to her mouth in shock. Oh my. Never. Unthinkable. I never let him do that.

So he wanted to then?

The bastard has never stopped talking about it. Long before I grew a penis. Hailey tried to remind herself that her recent dream was just a disgusting aberration. Dreams didn’t mean anything anyway, did they?

Mabel muttered something under her breath that sounded like tight-assed that Hailey did not quite catch.

* * * * * *

This whole penis business had turned Hailey’s work world upside down. If Hailey and Frank could not hold it together, Hailey’s financial situation might be none too good. Besides, with the girls older now and not needing so much supervision, she felt she did not need to stay about the house so much anymore.

So Hailey decided to get a job. It would take her mind off things, like that unwanted intruder now dangling insouciantly between her thighs. Oh for the days when everything was so trim and neat and demure, not lolling about with grandiose complacency insisting upon itself down there!

Outside housewifery, there was one thing Hailey was really good at, and that was driving. She applied to drive a school bus, she applied to work for a home delivery service. Finally, she got a job as a chauffeuse for a rich woman.

The pay was terrific. And she would get to drive a Jupiter 8 super-speed hover saloon. It had huge, sexy fenders and a long, long hood. What a thrill. It had old fashioned wheels for travel out in the countryside and