Spencer I am pleased to be a part of this. This is the future and I have been waiting for it for what seems like forever. Dreams becoming reality. :D

June 8, 2015 03:38:12 · Reply

lightSaberAddiCt came across a low res version of coliseum of lust, could you tell me where to download a high res version?

June 12, 2015 01:50:36 · Reply

lightSaberAddiCt screw blizzard, that is what I say!

June 13, 2015 01:55:23 · Reply

Michael York Sorry It was but when I hit post then this is the outcome

July 4, 2015 18:28:47 · Reply

Michael York I found a great story online about rats, cockroaches, worms, ants and other creepy-crawlies. The story is by this gentleman. Is there any chance that someone would be able to turn this into a video? Sorry but the excerpt is rather long and the entire story is much better. Here is a link to the entire story. http://www.asstr.org/~Arthur_Saxon/Dream_Home.html Connie’s Dream Home by Arthur Saxon [email protected] She unpacked what they had brought with them, and began to rearrange the furniture in the living room, which was not quite the way she wanted it. She was in the middle of this task when she heard a dull thud which stopped her in her tracks. She frowned and strained her ears to listen. The sound had come from within the house - she was sure of that. But from where? Walking cautiously out into the hall, she paused for a moment. No further sounds occurred, and she had almost made up her mind to return to her reorganisation of the living room when she heard something else - not a thud but a faint, brief scraping sound, which seemed to come from the door leading into the basement. "There must be a torch around here somewhere," she murmured aloud. She investigated the utility closet and was pleased to discover a small flashlight sitting on a shelf next to Jack's box of fishing tackle. Testing it to make sure it worked, she closed the closet door and walked over to the door leading into the basement. Opening it, she peered into the gloom below and switched on the torch. It did not illuminate much, but it was better than nothing. She began to descend. The basement was big. Very big. Connie could not see the outer walls, just a series of pillars supporting the weight of the house above. The floor looked wet. A pile of heavy duty coal sacks was barely visible through the gloom ahead, but nothing else could be seen aside from rows and rows of empty shelves circling each pillar (and, in some cases, bridging the gap between one pillar and another). Connie's ears pricked up at the sound of a muffled, wet thud. It came from her right, so she swung her torch to point in that direction. She could see nothing, so she continued to descend. Soon she reached the bottom. Peering down, she saw that the floor was not only wet, but muddy - if there was concrete beneath, she could not see it, for the layer of mud covered the entire floor area. Gingerly Connie stepped down on to the mud. Her shoe began to sink, and she hesitated. How deep was this mud? After thinking for a moment, she withdrew her foot and took off her shoes, placing them on one of the steps. She was keen to investigate the noise, but did not want to mess up her shoes. Her feet would be easier to clean. Stepping down into the mud again, Connie's foot sank almost immediately. Putting her full weight on it, she continued to sink until she came to rest with the mud reaching one third of the way up her calf. She judged it was approximately six inches in depth. As she set off in the direction of the noise, Connie heard a faint squeak off to her left, which was immediately followed by another, coming from slightly ahead of her and to the right. "Oh great," she muttered, "we have mice." She did not enjoy the thought of having to get an exterminator in, for she loved animals - but she really could not bear the thought of pests overrunning her house. The going was difficult. The mud sucked at her feet, each of which refused to come free without a struggle. Still, progress was made, and Connie soon found herself some twenty feet distant from the steps. When she shone her torch back in that direction, she could not even see them. What she did see, however, when she turned around and shone her torch on the shelving two feet away from her left shoulder, were the unblinking eyes of a large rat which was staring at her. She screamed in shock and attempted to take a step backwards, which merely resulted in her overbalancing and falling back on to her bottom. Her buttocks, naked save for the thong concealed between them, sank into the mud as the hem of her minidress gathered about her waist. Two dozen rats now swarmed from the shelves on to the mud, their bodies light enough for them to scamper on the surface instead of sinking in. Connie screamed anew as they clambered up on to her body and began nipping at her flesh. She struggled to free her feet and thrashed at the rats with her arms, but undeterred they persisted with their attack. Several of them burrowed under her dress and she could feel them moving against her bra. Down below, a couple of rats had gripped the thin gusset of her thong between their teeth and were now pulling it away from her pussy. Connie writhed about, flinging rats here, there and everywhere, but as each one landed a few feet away, it darted back towards her to renew its attack. Finally Connie managed to wrestle her feet free of the mud, and she rolled over on to her front in an attempt to squash the rats. Most of them, however, nimbly jumped clear and instead leaped up on to her back. The rats inside her dress remained where they were, squirming against her breasts; one of them managed to get its head inside her bra and started nibbling on her nipple. The rats that were pulling on her thong had now managed to pull it down to mid-thigh, while others started to chew on her shaven labia (Jack liked her to be smooth at all times). One adventurous rodent even pushed its nose between her pussy lips and into her vaginal opening. Connie rolled over and over, getting covered from head to toe in thick, glutinous mud, while she tried desperately to retrieve the rats from inside her dress. The garment had become little more than a wadded up, mud-soaked rag now, and she pulled it up to her neck and tried to get it over her head. For a while this pinned her arms, and the rats did not waste the opportunity to swarm all over her, unmolested. Both bra cups now contained a rat, and both her nipples were being chewed by rodent incisors. Her thrashing legs had failed to dislodge the rat which was nosing its way inside her, and now it had got half of its body into her cunt. Connie could feel its front legs pushing at the inner walls of her vagina as it struggled to insert itself more completely. With a final tug, she managed to free herself from her dress. She pulled her arms loose and began scooping rats from her body with great sweeps of her arms. She grabbed the tail of one of the rats in her bra and pulled it hard. With her other hand she grabbed the tail of the rat in her other bra cup. Yanking them both in different directions, they popped out of their respective bra cups, but they clung on tightly to the material with their teeth. A final tug caused her bra to break open at the front. She shrugged her shoulders out of the loosely-hanging bra and pulled her arms out, then threw the bra and its unwelcome passengers to one side. Connie's thong by now had been dragged down to her ankles by a couple of the rats. But she barely noticed this as she realised that the rat between her legs was now fully inside her. In desperation she fumbled around her pussy, and to her relief found part of the rat's tail still sticking out. She pulled hard on it, and the rat inside her slid out with a wet, sucking sound. She flung it aside. Escape was now at the forefront of Connie's mind. Flinging handfuls of rats to one side, she rolled over on to her front once more and pushed herself up on to her hands and knees, then on to her feet. At that moment, she heard what at that moment seemed to be the most beautiful sound in the world - her husband's voice.

July 4, 2015 18:40:20 · Reply

TheDude A rat's swarm sexually terrorizing a woman is an interesting idea. Don't know if it's able to be done in SFM though. Try to find an artist that will have it commissioned for you. I don't have a recommendation since I don't know who can do that. Sorry.

July 5, 2015 00:27:11 · Reply

Koh Gyu Yeol Just checking.. did you get that 3$?

August 3, 2015 02:47:22 · Reply

JayL おめでとうございます！今年もう一つ新しいFlashゲームを作って始まりますか？

August 9, 2015 16:26:43 · Reply

Lee Thompson Some amazing production values, keep up the great work!

August 10, 2015 17:49:07 · Reply

TheDude Glad to be supporting as always. I hope the Kunoichi 2 development is running smooth! And please, take a break with Metal Gear Solid V. Quiet is so haaawtt. Best new boobs of 2015 in gaming. :))

September 2, 2015 04:22:17 · Reply

Luiz Obrigado pelo belo trabalho que vocês nos presenteia! Se não fosse por essa crise no Brasil, eu contribuía muito mais para ajudar vocês! Abraço a todos.

September 2, 2015 17:08:35 · Reply

jcarney5 Hey Fow Chan, any hints on what this Queen of The Jungle is going to be like? I haven't heard anything about it because everyone's been talking about K2..

September 17, 2015 20:18:39 · Reply

Vincent Valen another month, another pair of fingers crossed for the raffle ><

October 2, 2015 00:47:45 · Reply

Callisto Another wonderful/pleasurable month of servitude under StudioFOWs rule. I love this job. :)

October 2, 2015 02:06:42 · Reply

TheDude In less than a month, Scout will be nuked. I'm surprised his death is coming before the release of K2. Which is a good thing, since StudioFow has gotten so many nwq fans in less than a year. :)

October 2, 2015 02:46:20 · Reply