YIFFSTAR - the Yiffy Story Archive, submitted by Satan. For those of you who are not familiar with the definition of the word "yiffy," RUN AWAY! RUN AWAY NOW WITH YOUR FINGERS IN YOUR EARS GOING "LA LA LA LA LA" AS LOUD AS YOU CAN! GO AND LIVE FREE AND HAPPY! I'll pause for a moment for those lucky individuals to flee, thus sparing them the agony that the rest of us feel every day.

Okay, now for those of you who already know what "yiffy" means and haven't run screaming into the streets, I submit for your approval (well, not "approval," per se) the Yiffy Story Archive, the only place you'll ever need to go for your stories-about-furries-fucking needs, which is to say, a site you'll never need. Why, there's everything from stories about anthropomorphic rabbits masturbating to a gay anthropomorphic cheetah and a gay anthropomorphic salamander going at it! Oh hooray and happy day, now there's no way I could possibly hate my life!

"This might hurt," Leon said, "Just tell me if you want to stop." Xillion nodded. Leon's cock was at least eight and a half inches and about half of it was crammed up Xil's ass. It took all the will power he could muster not to scream, but all the willpower in the world couldn't stop the tears. It felt like someone shoved a lit torch up his butt.

Now wasn't that just precious? As you are no doubt aware, we here at Something Awful like to take the time to support literary endeavors of all shapes and forms. That is why we ask you to check out the story entitled ""Boner the Doberman." Please take the time to read the story, then scroll down to the bottom of the page and vote "10." Thank you very much for your time and attention.

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