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Write a story using this writing prompt: The newest fashion trend is Digital Clothing. Designer outfits that are completely digital and powered by the cloud. One day however, the servers go down. | [
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"content": "CloudThreads were the biggest revolution in the clothing industry since synthetic blends. Nanoelectric fibres bound together by electric fields, able to take any form, any cut or style, and to display any color, even constantly changing like a video screen. We had already consigned our most personal information, our genomes, our communication, to the cloud - so what was the harm in trusting our clothes to it as well?\n\nI was just as big a fan of CloudThreads as anyone. I was happy to pay the reasonable subscription fee, at first just because it meant I could clear out almost my whole wardrobe. Now all I needed was the one outfit, which I could reprogram at any moment to suit my needs and tastes. Designs were available for purchase, or thrifty consumers could find other ways to download outfits. My digital wardrobe was filled with dozens of garments, most of which I had acquired legally. But all that really matters to this story is what I was wearing that day. \n\nI had a day off, and I wanted to make the most of the beautiful weather by having a relaxing afternoon window-shopping downtown. The air-conditioned subway was a little chillier than I was expecting, so I had reconfigured my Threads into a long, warm coat and leggings. As I left the station and walked into the hot summer afternoon, though, I tapped the Threads app and brought up the outfit I had picked out. Like a ripple spreading over a pond, my coat and leggings fuzzed and faded into a light, lacy dress, pink-white with a floral design I had tweaked just so to include my favourite flowers. Gone were the leggings, and in their place were light pink knee-highs and gorgeous but comfy white flats. I sighed as the fibres peeled back, tickling my skin lightly as they reconfigured themselves. I swished the skirt of my dress around, happy to feel the warm sun and the cool breeze, and the petals of the animated flowers rustled softly. \n\nI went about my business - which is to say, grabbing an iced coffee, perusing the usual shops, basking in the sunshine as I waited at crosswalks, and savoring the glances I caught from passersby. One of the things I loved about this dress was the way its light drape and plunging neckline showed off my tits. They're nothing spectacular, really, but they're enough to catch the eye of more than a couple men (and women), glancing oh-so-subtly at the sliver of cleavage and midriff peeking out. I had a black bandeau underneath that kept my tits from actually slipping out, but I also liked the way it stood out under the white dress. Clearly, I was enjoying myself in more ways than one. \n\nMidway through the afternoon, I stopped in a crowded, tree-lined square to sit and rest in the shade for a while. I had my big shades on, which I was hiding behind as I somewhat shyly checked out the hotter people walking by. Summer always brought out the best people-watching. There was no shortage of buff biceps, toned abs, short shorts, and bared cleavage to appreciate, all of them warm and tanned and shining with a light sheen of sweat. My mind wandered as I sat on the edge of a concrete planter in the shade, and I won't lie - sweat wasn't the only thing I was getting wet with. \n\nSuddenly, a loud blare of music brought me out of my daydreaming. The clock was just hitting 5:00, and the big screen that usually played ads was displaying a bright, colourful message: HAPPY HOUR BEGINS NOW. There was annoying music and recorded laughter playing, and I was frowning in confusion and annoyance, craning my neck to see the screen, when I felt a weird tickling sensation and a cooler breeze and heard gasps all around. I looked back down. My bare knees caught my eye. \n\nI was naked. I had my watch and my sunglasses - that was it. My CloudThreads had detached from each other and were lying in their component fibres, scattered across the ground around me. Horrified, I snapped my legs together, my one hand slamming my drink down over my crotch as my other arm tried to hide my tits. Only after I had covered myself did I look, humiliated, around me...\n\nWhere I was even more shocked to see everyone else naked as well. Well, not everyone - maybe a quarter of the people in the square were still dressed mostly or completely in old-fashioned, analog clothing. Now they were the only clothed ones in a crowd of maybe a hundred nude, embarrassed people. And that was just the people in the square. How widespread was this... prank? Terrorist attack? How many people had just lost their clothing? That wasn't really on my mind. \n\nAs mortified as I had been just a moment earlier, I was shocked to find myself getting even wetter, my bare ass on the warm concrete, my nipples growing erect in the breeze as I let my arm fall to my side. Suddenly all those bodies I had been checking out in their scanty summer outfits were bared to me completely, and I couldn't help but take in the view. That girl with the huge tits who had just walked by, the guy across from me with the Thor-like build, that group of young college guys just coming out of the athletic store... all on display. And I wasn't the only one getting hard. \n\nAfter the initial moments of horror washed over us, a strange, embarrassed hush came over the square. Lots of people ran or shuffled off, and the few who had kids with them clapped their hands over the young ones' eyes and hurried them away. Those of us who stayed were left there somewhat awkwardly, an air of tension as we stared at each other, shifting, covering ourselves at first but then slowly relaxing as an unspoken mutual understanding spread through us. We were all equal then, no one ashamed, no one disgusted. Just a hundred naked people all wordlessly taking in what each other had to show off. Half unconsciously, I let my knees part. I set my drink down. My hand slid between my legs, but not to cover myself. \n\nI was already dripping wet as my fingers slipped into my pussy, sliding slowly in as I rubbed my palm against my clit. I watched half a dozen cocks rising up slowly in my vicinity, some of their owners looking at me, some at other women, some at each other. A few couples started making out passionately - a little more than just making out, in fact. And those of us on our own looked at each other as we hesitantly gave in to this vanishing taboo. \n\nA few guys from that group were unashamedly stroking their erections, looking at me now. I met their gazes, fingering myself ever more intently. I tweaked my nipples with my free hand, feeling the warm sun on them as it shone through the dappled tree shadow. My gaze wandered again, and it landed on the girl whose huge tits I had admired before. Her flawless brown skin looked incredible bared under the sun, and she was breathing heavily, her chest heaving as she made out with a guy - maybe her boyfriend, maybe a stranger. Her hand gripping his cock, his fingers in her pussy. She caught my gaze. I froze. She smiled at me, and winked. \n\nIn this suddenly shameless world, that was all I needed. Shyness fell away and I smiled back, patting the concrete beside me. Nameless Girl led Nameless Guy over, and without hesitation I locked her in a deep, heavy-breathing kiss, my hands running up and down her body as hers did the same. When she pulled away at last, I kissed Guy a few times too. Then back to Girl, planting kisses over her warm, soft breasts, as she kissed Guy again and her hand wandered between my legs. A couple guys split off from the group and moved closer to us, but I was busy with my mouth on Girl's nipple as our hands together stroked Guy's throbbing cock...\n\nI could go on and on describing what went on in that square on Happy Hour Day. But there's way too much to chronicle here, and reliving that day has got my mind (and hands) wandering. So I'll have to leave it here for now, and I hope you can fill in the rest with whatever wild fantasies you can think up. Maybe they'll even be as wild as the real thing. \n\nxx"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You find out your shy female classmate is actually your favorite smut writer... | [
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"content": "\"How'd you know?\"\n\n\"I recognized your voice on the podcast. I really thought you just had a sound alike. \"\n\n\"Nah it's really me. \"\n\nHer face was covered in a blush. \n\n\"I always worried someone I knew would find out I wrote smut. Just thankfully it was someone who...tolerated me. \"\n\nShe smiled. \n\n\"Your easy to tolerate. It feels weird talking to you for the first time because I'm a fan of your erotica. \"\n\n\"It's how things work I guess. It kinda sucks life doesn't work like one of my stories. \"\n\n\"What do you mean?\"\n\n\"Like imagine your hottest professor letting you fuck her for a higher grade. Or you and a classmate just casually giving each other head in the campus bathroom. \"\n\nShe sighed and shoved another fry into her mouth. \n\n\"Do you want to?\"\n\nShe coughed a bit before swallowing the fry. \n\n\"Keith...\"\n\n\"I'm serious. It seems fun in your writing. Life doesn't work like that...but maybe we can pretend for a few minutes.\"\n\nA horny smirk slowly came to her face as she considered it. \n\n\"Just once?\"\n\n\"Just once.\"\n\n\"Unless your really good...\"\n\nShe seductively takes a sip of her soda and he smirked at her. \n\n\"...I wouldn't know if you were good honestly. \"\n\n\"Virgin?\"\n\nHer blush but the smirk didn't fade as she nodded. \n\n\"Is that a problem?\"\n\n\"Only if it is for you.\"\n\n\"I don't mind...if you don't mind going first. \"\n\nHe nodded and stood up. She stood as well and took his hand as they walked through the thankfully empty lounge to the nearest bathroom. "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You've been looking forward to buying this new sex toy for ages. Now it's finally arrived, but you notice a small switch on the side labelled "Allow orgasm". | [
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"content": "She tore into the packaging, ripping open the top of the box without the aid of scissors, trembling slightly with excitement. It had taken forever to ship, and she was very ready for it now that it was here. The reviews had been effusive with their praise, and the mere sight of the toy on their website had set her to tingling, imagining it between her legs. She pulled out the plastic tray that held it steady within the box, along with a charging cable and a few other accessories. She lifted the dildo from its packaging almost reverently, turning it over in her hands, examining the controls. It was about seven inches long, just what she could handle, and wrapping her fingers around the girth of it made her quiver with nervous arousal. On the bottom, out of the way, there was an on/off switch and a fifteen-speed dial that promised anything from a gentle rumble to something that would make her scream. There was also another switch, and she peered at the tiny font curiously, unsure what it could be for.\n\n\n*Allow… orgasm… on/off. Wait, what?* She read it again, not quite able to believe it, but that was most definitely what was written. Currently, the switch was set to ‘on’, and after a moment’s hesitation she pushed the little slider until it clicked into ‘off’, half-expecting to feel a tingle or shock.\n\n\nBoth to her disappointment and relief, nothing happened. *Huh. Oh well. Must be some weird gimmick.* She cleaned off the toy in her sink, washing away the packaging smell, and rushed to her bedroom, promptly forgetting about the strange switch. She set it down on her bed and stripped out of her pants and underwear hurriedly, her heart racing. Normally, she liked having something to watch or read or listen to, something to get her in the right mood and help herself along, but all she could focus on was this new toy and the thought of it inside her. She was already starting to get wet, and she sped up her natural arousal, sending a hand underneath her shirt to knead at her breast and tweak the sensitive nipple. Her other hand took the toy between her legs, rubbing the tip between her slick, swollen folds until she couldn’t wait any longer.\n\n\nGently, despite how much she wanted it fast, she pushed the head of the dildo inside her, involuntarily taking a sharp breath. The girth that looked so perfect in her hand was a little overwhelming inside her, but her muscles tightened and quivered and stretched around it deliciously, the slight pain melding into pleasure after a few moments as she groaned and squirmed against the pressure. Eventually, it slipped deeper, her body adjusting to accommodate the large member inside of her, and she clicked the dial a notch. A slight tremor quivered throughout its length, a very gentle vibration beginning, and she almost laughed at how weak it was. She twisted it up a half-dozen levels and gasped as it upgraded to a strong, pulsating rumble that felt incredibly good but threatened after less than a minute to make her hand go numb. \n\n\nAfter a little fiddling she found a good middle ground, and she began thrusting the dildo inside herself. It was big enough that pulling back left her achingly empty, begging for the vibrating shaft, and pushing in gave her a perfect, stretching fullness that made her moan. Gradually, she picked up the pace, thrusting it deeper, grinding her hips up into it, massaging her breasts with her free hand, needy, unabashed moans slipping from her with each movement. She could already feel her climax approaching, this new dildo’s mix of vibration and perfect size driving her crazy, giving her more pleasure than she thought was possible from a toy. She thrust into herself hard and fast, focused only on the sensation inside her, blocking out everything else.\n\n\nShe shuddered, bucking her hips into the dildo, her muscles tense. She was close, so close, and she punched the vibration up a few notches and pushed it deep inside her, her breath hitching, her inner walls clenching down hard around it as she-\n\n\n-didn’t come. She let out a ragged moan, her back arching a little off the bed, toes curling into the sheets. She was *so close*. She could feel the tense, hot pressure waiting in her abdomen, but even as she frantically thrust the buzzing cock into herself it slipped a little further out of her reach, impossibly, maddeningly tantalizing. She *needed it*, and she couldn’t understand why she couldn’t have it.\n\n\nSuddenly, in a flash of clarity, she remembered the switch. Somehow, for some reason, that thing was preventing her orgasm. She desperately pawed at the bottom of the toy, her fingers numb with vibration, and pushed the first switch she felt. She almost sobbed as the rumbling inside her suddenly ceased, the power cut off to the vibration. She scrabbled at the controls, sending the pulsing pleasure through her once more and forcing a pained moan out of her as her body wavered at the edge of climax, then backed away again at the last possible instant.\n\n\nFinally, she found the other switch and pushed it, grabbing the base of the toy and thrusting it hard. There was no rhythm, no technique, just pure, frantic need, and it tore a hoarse shout out of her as the denied pleasure coursed through her like electricity. Her back arched, muscles in her body tensing, blinding, overwhelming ecstasy sending her mind blank. She could feel the hot gush of her juices around her hand, but didn’t think about it, didn’t care. The only thing she could focus was on the rumbling, thrusting shaft deep inside her, drawing out every second of her orgasm until she flopped back to the bed, her muscles weak.\n\n\nShe lay breathlessly for a few minutes, her heart gradually slowing down as she recovered. Eventually, she tugged the toy free with a wet noise, wincing a little as it stimulated her over-sensitive folds. She stared at the controls for a few moments, and a slow smile spread across her face. \n\n\nShe was going to have a lot of fun with this.\n\n\n----------------------\n\n\nI'm not sure about how this turned out, but I figured someone would enjoy it. All comments and criticisms are appreciated."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Due to men being bored during their wive’s shopping trips, a store implements a cum dumpster for the men to use while they wait. | [
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"content": "Naturally, the public Voluntary Sperm Donation system, or VSD wasn’t received well at first by certain crowds, but several decades later it became the normal thing to do. The concept was simple, women would wait in the men’s restrooms in public places, and if they want, they can fuck and let men pump their cum into them. No catch, no consequences. As a result, crime is much lower, and overall quality of life is higher for both men and women. Popular spots for VSD volunteers are beach restrooms and places with generally high traffic. As such, many bathrooms have become significantly larger to accommodate the program, and so that people can still use the restroom normally. \n\nMy name is Rick Hunter, and I got dragged into a shopping thing with my lovely wife Tomoko. I hate shopping, and shopping through Amazon Instant makes things super easy for me, so why should I go shopping at a mall? Anyway. We walked into another lame clothing store, and I had reached my limit of boredom.\n\n“Babe, I’m gonna hang out in the restroom, you wanna just text me when you’re ready?” I sigh.\n\n“Okay hun, have fun!” She giggles. “Just don’t go falling in love.”\n\n“Very funny.” I mildly chuckle. I walk towards the men’s room and I feel my cock twitch a little. I open the door to the restroom and I can hear two people fucking in the stalls, another woman is sitting on a counter, wearing nothing at all.\n\n“Hey stud, wanna have some fun?” She says seductively. Her eyes are a dark green, complementing her long brown hair. Her body is curvy, but not too much to handle. Her nipples are small and pale enough to blend into her pale skin. She spreads her legs, showing off her clean shaven pussy. My cock starts to stiffen, and I undo my belt and drop my pants. I grab her by the hips and slide my cock in. Her pussy was already soaking wet, probably from touching herself in anticipation. She feels great to be inside of, and my hands explore her body as my hips thrust inside her. I hear small gasps and moans of pleasure escape her lips as I fuck her. I see the door open in my peripheral vision, but I keep fucking this woman. My mind is full of lust, I’m going to knock this woman up no matter what. I feel my wife’s arms wrap around me from behind.\n\n“Do it… Cum inside her...” Tomoko whispers in my ear. “You know you want to...”\n\n“Yeah! Cum in me! Knock me up!” The woman moans. I grunt and shoot thick loads of cum into her. She moans happily and I pull out and watch the cum drip out. \n\n“God I love watching you knock up women...” Tomoko beams. She peels off her yoga pants and bends over. “I get so fucking horny watching you fuck other women!” Tomoko adds. Tomoko places her head between the other woman’s legs and begins eating her out. I take my cock and slide it into my wife’s familiar but amazing pussy. The other woman is loving my wife’s oral skills. No surprise there, Tomoko gives the best head in the world. I start thrusting harder and harder, as the moans from my small harem grows louder. Soon I unload another load into my wife. Happy moans escape her lips, and I pull out and put my clothes back on. My wife follows suit, but gives the woman a deep kiss before we leave. \n\n“That was fun.” I say nonchalantly. “We should do that again sometime.” I chuckle.\n\n“Oh Rick, you haven’t changed a bit since I married you.” She sighs. “Tell you what, I heard that Spring Break just kicked off, why don’t you head to that clothing optional beach that just opened up, I heard the VSD building there has all kinds of neat amenities, and I’ll call you when I’m done.” She adds. \n\n“Sounds good!” I say happily. I walk off and hop in the car. Today was going to be good.\n\n(Hey guys! Metal Gurl Solid here! Long time lurker, first time poster! C&C welcome, and if there’s enough demand I’ll continue writing in this world. It’s really fun! Also I took a little liberty with the prompt, but I hope you like it anyway!)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: “I-I have to… You know… T-touch myself… 5 times a day… Or else I start to have… Symptoms…” She awkwardly confessed to her newly appointed roommate. | [
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"content": "Jessica blinked owlishly, staring at the girl’s embarrassed face, unable to quite believe her ears. “You mean like…?” She curled her fingers in a come-hither motion, and her new roommate’s face went an even brighter shade of pink as she nodded. “Five times?”\n\n\n“Yes…” It looked like she wanted to curl up into a ball and hide. Jessica felt bad pushing the girl on something she was obviously mortified about, but as her shock faded she was incredibly curious. \n\n\n“Like, you have to-” she wiggled her fingers again, “five separate times, or just y’know, *finish* five times?”\n\n\n“Um…” Her cheeks burned. “... separate…” She struggled to regain some amount of her composure, turning away from Jessica’s gaze. “It’s really hard on my schedule…”\n\n\n“I can- actually, no, I can’t imagine, but that sounds like it sucks.” Jessica rubbed the back of her head. “What kind of symptoms…?”\n\n\n“Shortness of breath… difficulty concentrating… increased blood flow… irrational decision-making...” It sounded like she was reading the warning label off the side of a pill bottle, and it took a second to click in Jessica’s mind.\n\n\n“So you’re just horny twenty-four seven if you don’t go five times a day?” she asked, grinning. \n\n\nHer roommate sat down on her bed, burying her face in her hands. “... I hate this conversation.”\n\n\n“Sorry.” Jessica sat down on the other bed next to her suitcase, annoyed with herself for starting things by being nosy. “Um, Abigail…” she said with the slightly-questioning tone of someone who didn’t entirely remember a name. She had just been told, but this topic had made her forget almost about everything from their introduction.\n\n\n“Abby,” her roommate sniffed.\n\n\n“Abby. Sorry. I was just curious. I didn’t mean to make you feel bad, but why did you even bring it up?”\n\n\n“Well…” She wiped at her eyes with the edge of her t-shirt. “I didn’t tell my last roommate because I was too embarrassed, and she walked in on me eventually. I almost got kicked out when she complained.”\n\n\nJessica snorted. “She complained because she saw you… y’know?” She shook her head, smiling. “Some people. No taste.”\n\n\n“What does that mean…?” Abby asked, looking up suspiciously even as the flush redoubled in her cheeks.\n\n\n“Well, not to make things weird, but you’re adorable. I’d be counting my lucky stars if… well, yeah.” Jessica looked away, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. *Yeesh. Could I be a little more obvious? Maybe if I held up a big sign that said ‘I’m Gay and Horny for You.’* \n\n\nAbby *was* adorable though: a shock of messy auburn hair surrounding a cute face with a heavy scattering of freckles, all short and petite, dressed boyishly in jeans and a t-shirt. Every time Jessica met her doe-eyed stare, Abby blushed a little more, even the tips of her ears turning pink. Compared to Jessica’s tall curvy figure and mass of black hair, they painted quite a contrasting picture.\n\n\n\nJessica ended up changing the subject, to Abby’s great relief, and the two of them fell to talking as the evening drew on. Jessica almost forgot about how things had started until she was starting to drift to sleep. \n\n\nNot sure what shook her out of dozing, Jessica listened carefully, wondering if it had been something from an adjacent room. She heard a slight gasp from Abby's bed and noticed that her roommate's breathing had grown fast and shallow. She was confused for a moment, struggling against her sleepiness, but realization soon struck. Ashamed at her weakness but desperately curious, she rolled over, keeping her eyes closed, pretending to just be adjusting in her sleep. She heard the panting stop for a moment as Abby held her breath, only letting it out as Jessica settled. Slowly, the fast breaths returned, muffled moans and tiny slick noises joining them. Jessica cracked one eye open, and saw Abby illuminated by the light seeping through the window. Her head was thrown back against her pillow, back arched slightly, biting her lip, movement detectable below the covers between her legs. Jessica watched her tremble, arching higher, bucking a little under the blankets, her eyes fluttering shut as a low noise escaped her. She fell back to the bed, breathing hard, and Jessica had the presence of mind to shut her eye as Abby looked over to make sure her roommate was still asleep. Jessica heard her turn over, letting out a satisfied sigh as she plopped down and almost immediately fell asleep.\n\n\nNow Jessica was turned on, but she knew she couldn’t get away with the same trick. She got… loud. Not so much that their neighbors would hear, but Abby certainly would. She sighed, squirming, trying to ignore the heat between her legs and return to falling asleep."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [Spooktober] A woman with modest B-cups visits a plastic surgeon in order to get her breasts enhanced. But clearly their views on ‘enhancement’ differed greatly since, when she woke up, rather than the enlarged bust she’d been expecting to see, she was greeted by an almost completely flat chest. | [
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"content": "“What the fuck did you do to me?!” she shouted, legs kicking up off the ground as the two burly female nurses held her arms. She struggled wildly in their grasp, her medical robe flapping, the only protrusion from her chest now being her nipples against the fabric.\n\n\n“Er, well, flat is justice…” the surgeon muttered, pushing up his glasses, not making eye contact.\n\n\n“It’ll be fucking justified when I flatten your nose then! Let me go, you assholes!” She tried to kick at the nurses, who stolidly ignored her.\n\n\n“It does come with, er, certain benefits. I should know, I had it done myself.”\n\n\nShe stared as the surgeon, her flailing faltering for a second as he - no *she* fiddled with her glasses. She had only seen her behind a surgical mask and under unflattering scrubs, and with absolutely zero chest to speak of and an androgynous voice, she had just assumed the surgeon was a man.\n\n\n“Now, er-” the surgeon picked up the chart at the end of her bed “-Alena, was it? Let me show you the effects.” She walked forward without looking up, and took a step backwards when Alena kicked the clipboard out her hands. “I see. Nurses, could you restrain her legs for a moment?”\n\n\n“You-” Alena yelped as the two women professionally swept her feet out from under her and each took an arm and a leg in their hands, holding her in midair as she fought and tried to bite at them.\n\n\nThe surgeon carefully regarded Alena’s snapping teeth and reached behind her patient’s head, grabbing a handful of her short brown hair. “You really are making this more difficult than it has to be, I just want to show you-” She held Alena’s head back as she slipped her hand down the front of her robe, rubbing over where her breasts used to be. \n\n\nAlena sucked in a breath as the touch moved over tender skin, and moaned when her nipple was gently tweaked, going slack in the nurses' hands. If she was standing, her knees would have buckled with the overwhelming sensation.\n\n\n“You see? It becomes somewhat less sensitive in the few weeks after surgery, but you should be able to orgasm just from breast stimulation. Not many women can say that.” She rolled Alena’s hardening bud between her fingers, making her groan and squirm, her head lolling forward against the surgeon’s grasp. “If you had had them expanded, the loss in feeling would have been extreme.”\n\n\n“But-” Alena managed, and fell into another involuntary moan as the surgeon’s fingers teased at her other nipple, bringing it to impossibly pleasurable stiffness. The only thing she could compare the feeling to was her clit being rubbed, and even then it was different, almost more intense.\n\n\n“Of course, you can still have the original surgery,” she said, pulling her hands back and letting Alena’s head flop down. “Then go ahead and sue me for malpractice.” Her expression darkened. “You wouldn’t be the first. But you’ll lose all that sensation, and by the look on your face I don’t know if you want that.”\n\n\nAlena writhed in the nurses’ hands, tense and unfulfilled, slick arousal starting to drool between her thighs. That brief, gentle stimulation had gotten her far closer than it should have. Lust and outrage battled in her mind, and she stared at the surgeon, wavering.\n\n\n-----\n\n\nA short one. All comments and criticisms are appreciated."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A mighty Orc warrior woman returns home to her elven lady lover. | [
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"content": "“Respect is the true currency of your tribe. Gold, weapons and even strength of arms is just a means of acquiring that respect. “\n\nGunrid reminded herself of the months old lesson as she pushed into the warchief’s tent, dragging the bleeding short tusk behind her. \n\n“I won’t babysit your son again.” She growled as she shoved the young orc at a pile of furs. “Keep him away from me and my prey.” She demanded as she strode up to the warchief and stared into his unblinking eyes. \n\n“You do as ordered, I order you to-” The warchief sneered.\n\n“No!” Gunrid cut him off angrily. “I kill and I win.” She said proudly, daring the warchief to deny her words. “I won’t drag your short tusk back again.” She growled and held eye contact with the massive warchief until the much larger male looked away. “I go home now.” She growled as she strode past the pile of spoils of the last battle and paused a moment. “First rights?” She asked without looking back at the chief.\n\n“Got mine.” The short grunt came back.\n\nGunrid shoved her hand into the pile and drew out a seemingly random assortment of gold and jewelry, throwing it into her sheep skin bag before she strode out of the tent without the customary growling acknowledgement of leadership her chief was owed. \n\n--\n\nThe walk to her own tent on the mountainside was long and winding, but it gave her time to think. She had done alright, good insults but still respecting the first rights of the warchief so he shouldn’t come for her head. \n\nGunrid fished around in her bag and found the small ring she had spotted in the loot pile. It was silvery with a white pearl inlaid, too simple for her anyone in her tribe to worry about it, and too small for any of them to wear. Gunrid studied it as she made her way the last of the path to her secluded tent. She stowed the ring in between her breasts and pushed into the darkened interior of the tent. \n\nIt took a moment for her eyes to adjust to the darkness and by the time they did Leila was already approaching her on long slender legs. Gunrid threw her strong arms around the elf and lifted her up, throwing her over her shoulder. “More spoils of war.” Gunrid declared and strode further into the tent with Leila squirming on her shoulder. She caressed Leila’s soft legs as she marched over to the fur bed and tossed the elf into it. She was a stunning beauty, long, slender and with silky maroon skin. \n\nLeila lay on the furs with her long dark ponytail resting besides her and looked up at Gunrid expectantly. Gunrid wasn’t one to keep her waiting and quickly fished the small steel key out of her belt and leaned down over Leila who turned her head obediently. Gunrid inserted the key and undid the lock on the half face mask. “There we go.” Gunrid smiled with tusks showing as she gently removed the mask that had kept Leila gagged and protected while Gunrid was away. “Sorry I was gone so long.” She apologized as she watched Leila opening and closing her little mouth to get the blood flowing properly again. “It drew out because I had to protect the chief’s son so I couldn’t move as quickly as-“\n\nLeila’s arms moving up and curling around Gunrids neck quieted her voice. “I’m just glad you’re safe.” Leila smiled and Gunrid pulled her up into a tight hug. \n\n--\n\nThe pearl shun like a small snowglobe on Leila’s finger as the two shared the fruits pie Leila had baked while Gunrid was away. It was a little stale on account of Gunrid’s late homecoming but it did the elf good to get some solid food in her stomach after almost 2 weeks of only being able to drink soup due to the mask.\n\n“I should go on my own next raid.” Gunrid said, her arm around Leila’ waist. “I’m gonna try to find a smith of some repute to make a second key, in return for sparing him.” She smiled. “I don’t like the thought of you unable to speak or eat properly for so long.”\n\n“I would like that.” Leila smiled up to the orc and planted a soft kiss on one of her tusks. “But it’s worth it to be able to stay here.”\n\n“I hope they treated you right.” Gunrid said as she studied Leila’s body for marks or bruises. \n\n“Don’t worry, as long as I wear that thing no one dares lay a hand on the great defiler’s slave.” Leila smirked and motioned towards where the mask lay discarded. \n\n“Well… you’ve never accused an orc of being smart.” Gunrid smiled at their private jest as Leila crawled into her lap. \n\n“Of course I have, if I hadn’t I wouldn’t be teaching you elvish or politics.” Leila smiled and made herself comfortable against Gunrid’s firm chest. \n\n“It not like I’m making lot of progress.” Gunrid tried in her best elvish, almost getting a headache from trying to find and form the elegant words.\n\n“Don’t delude yourself my dear, you’re naturally gifted.” Leila responded with a smile in the sing song voice of her elvish. \n\n“You are so beautiful when you try to encourage me.” Gunrid smirked and stole a kiss from Leila’s small lips. \n\n“I’m just telling you the truth.” Leila smiled switching back to common as well and stealing a second key from Gunrid’s belt. “You’re back for a while now right?” She asked hesitantly.\n\n“I’m back, I’ll protect you.” Gunrid assured her and Leila pulled up the skirt she was wearing to get to the lock underneath. “Did anyone try?”\n\n“Not since you split the skull of the last one who did.” Leila smiled as the lock made a small click and the armor protecting her maidenhood fell away. “It just feels safer… knowing they can’t try again.” She said in a low voice.\n\n“Don’t worry.” Gunrid said wrapping her arms tightly around the elf. “I won’t let anyone hurt or use you.” She assured the slightly quivering elf. “Remember, its only till the winter raids right? Just stick it out till the winter raids and you’ll never have to see any other tusks than these 2 again.” She finished and proudly displayed her two tusks.\n\n“I remember.” Leila giggled, kissing each of the tusks in turn. “I can handle it, as long as I know you’re coming home to me.”\n\n“Always.” Gunrid assured her and just held the elf tightly until the slender woman wiggled out of her grasp. Leila got to her feet, the maidenhood armor and skirt slipping from her and leaving her almost naked and undeniably beautiful in the dim light of the tent. \n\n“Come on you big sweetheart.” Leila smiled as she undid the last of her cloth, the piece that covered her chest. “Join me in the furs, let me welcome you home.” She held down a hand to Gunrid who took it and stuff, her own pants slipping off as she did so, more evidence of her lover’s deviously dexterous fingers. \n\nGunrid stepped in close and was just about to lift the elf off of her feet again when the slender woman wrapped a leg around her and placed a deep kiss on Gunrid’s lips. Gunrid’s strong hands found Leila’s ass and pulled her closer, feeling the moist hungry lips of her beautiful lover press against her own. Come winter she would make sure to get the two of them to a place where Leila wouldn’t have to worry about her safety, but for now all she could do was to treat her right and make sure their time together between raids was everything it could be.\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A day in the life of a woman who gets extreme sexual pleasure from any human contact | [
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"content": "It was still early in the morning when Selena headed to her car. She was feeling pretty good, knowing that at this time, the elevator isn't too busy, and physical contact could be left to the minimum.\n\nAs she walked up to the elevator, she noticed that it was already headed her way.\n\n*Ding*\n\nThe doors on the elevator had barely opened when someone darted out, running into Selena.\n\nA wave of excitement overcame her, which paired with the impact, brought her to a fall.\n\n\"Hmm\" *Of course....*\n\nThe man that appeared to be in such a hurry, managed to stop.\n\n\"Oh my god, I am so sorry, I didn't see you there. Let me help you up.\"\n\n-\"Oh it's no problem, please.\" Selena answered, gesturing that she needed no help. But the man insisted anyway. He grabbed her arm and shoulder and raised her in one swift motion.\n\nSelena let out a sharp gasp, followed by a moan. When she got on her feet, she ripped herself out of the man's touch and backed into the corridor's wall, her breath became heavy.\n\nThe man's face showed confusion. \"Are you all right miss?\"\n\nSelena answered between heavy breaths. \"Hmm... Yes! ... P-please, I'm fine. You're in a hurry, I was just startled, don't mind me.\"\n\nThe man hesitated before turning around and walking off, his pace turned into a small jog as he left around the corner.\n\n*Well, now that that's out of the way...*\n\nShe stumbled inside the elevator and joined a girl. After seeing the number \"0\" highlighted, she went to stand as far away from her as possible.\n\nThe ride down was filled with people entering and leaving. For the most part Selena had managed to dodge everyone, part from the occasional brush which made her smile like a fool or giggle like a little girl.\n\nWhen the doors opened she rushed to her car. Dodging anyone who crossed her on the streets. The weather had left a thick sheet of ice over the window. And Selena started fearing for the worst. After trying several times, the car would not ignite.\n\n\"Damnit!\" Selena hit the wheel in frustration. She then looked over her shoulder, at the staircase towards the subway. \n\n*Should I call in sick? Maybe it's still early enough for the subway.*\n\nAfter making her way down the stairs, avoiding as many people as possible, she decided she could probably go for it. There was no mob or queue. The man behind the counter handed Selena her ticket, Selena moaned a 'thank you' before giggling her way towards the platform. \n\nThe tram arrived and Selena started the hunt for a quiet place. She settled on a chair between two empty seats. Sitting down, she let out a long sigh of relief. Closing her eyes and waiting for the long ride to be over.\n\nWhen Selena opened her eyes again, 10 minutes had passed. There was now a woman sitting to her right, with the seat to the left still empty. Selena was thin enough, so that no contact had to be made.\n\nThe tram stopped. People left, people entered. Empty seats all around started to be filled. Selena's heart started beating faster when she saw a man going for the seat to her left. \n\nWhen the man sat down, their arms touched. Selena moaned internally but was able to keep her cool. After the passenger had settled down, she was able to squirm her way to a pose that had her not touching either of the people next to her.\n\nAs the tram went on, more people entered the wagon.\n\n*This is going to get out of hand...*\n\nThe standing-space was now moderately filled. And the man to her left had started to spread his legs. Selena tried, but could not find a position in where she remained untouched. She rested her head against the wall behind of her and closed her eyes.\n\nBreathing heavily she tried to focus on something else. Her chest was visibly moving up and down. The continuous touch of her leg was the only thing she could think of. Waves of pleasure come and go. Alternating between a grunt and a soft moan. The people around her looked at her with concern, no one asked if she was alright. People tend to avoid lunatics in the subway.\n\nThe man's leg was now resting it's weight against her. When the tram was about to stop again, Selena hesitated to leave. \n\nThe tram came to a halt and Selena stood up and rushed towards the doors. There was no place to stand without touching someone. She jumped her balance between her feet and clenched her legs together. The people who glanced at her must have thought that she needed to go the bathroom.\n\nThe doors opened and Selena froze in place. A wall of people forced their way inside of the tram. A handful of people managed to slither their way through the crowd and outside of the tram. Something she could never see herself doing.\n\nPanic struck as she saw no place to go. The crowd of people pushed her into the back of the wagon as the tram departed again. Every time she stood her ground, she was pushed further. She met the shoving with loud moans. Her body shaking with pleasure. The crowd was so loud and big, no one noticed.\n\n\n\nSelena had found herself in the corner of the wagon, pressed between a group of people. As far as she could tell, they all had their backs towards her.\n\n*There's no escaping this...*\n\nSelena stopped resisting and started focusing on keeping quiet. She managed to keep her moans at around the same level as the noise of the crowd. She was still shivering and panting as if she was having a stroke. But as far as she knew, no one noticed.\n\n*Oh god, oh my fucking god this feels so fucking good.* \n\nOccasionally, Selena would release a loud grunt, gasp or cry. The men closest to her looked over their shoulders but quickly went to ignoring her again.\n\nAs time went on, Selena's anxiety diminished, while her arousal got worse. She could barely think straight. She was sweating and breathing like crazy, and had started to grab at the coats of the people around her to keep herself standing.\n\n\"Excuse me, are you alright, miss?\"\n\nSelena followed the voice and noticed a girl trapped behind herself and the wall. She had been standing there the entire time, as the only person not with their back towards her.\n\nSelena's mind was too far gone. She twisted her body to turn around as she fell towards the girl.\n\n\"H-hmm oh.. h-.. hold m-m-me... p-pl.. aahh ..ease!\"\n\nThe girl caught Selena into her arms. She looked to be around the same age as her.\n\n\"Miss, miss, are you alright?\"\n\nThe girl's embrace brought Selena to the next level. She felt the warmth of her chest, the firm hold of her arms and every finger of her hand on her.\n\n\"I- I.... hmmmm ffffuuck. I n-need to cum!\"\n\nThe girl's face showed a mix of confusion and a smile.\n\n\"Is that what this is about? Being stuck in a dens crowd get you off?\"\n\nSelena lunged even closer to the girl, burying her face into her shoulder.\n\n\"Y-y-yes! Now ff-ff-fucking grab my breasts.\"\n\nThe girl stood still for a few seconds before reluctantly following Selena's command.\n\n\"L-like this?\"\n\nSelena bit into the girl's clothes as she felt her fingers caress her body.\n\n*hmmmhm* \"oh god\" *hmhmhm*\n\nMuffled moans are the only thing she answers with before she completely encloses the girl within her arms. She moves so the girl's leg is between hers, and her butt is facing outwards, pushing against the wall of backs that are holding her in place.\n\nRiding her way to an explosion of ecstasy, Selena screams and shivers.\n\n\"Yes, yes, yes fuck I'm gonna cum... f-f-fffuck yes\"\n\n\"Oohh\"\n\n*hmm*\n\nA final scream, muffled by the girl's clothes, leaves Selena as her body turns limp.\n\n\"T-thank you.\"\n\n-\"That was so fucking hot, how did you get yourself worked up like that?\"\n\nThe trip was long enough for Selena to tell her story, and the two of them to exchange numbers.\n\nWhen the tram arrived and the majority of the people left, Selena felt herself being able to breathe again. \n\nBut she had a long day ahead of her yet."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A commercial fishing boat is illegally trawling in a forbidden area in the Pacific, hoping their catch is worth the risk. But when they pull up their haul in the dead of night, they bring up more than they bargained for. | [
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"content": "When the dripping, swaying net was hauled up by the crane to hang over the deck, there was a noise. Something only barely audible over the wind and the grinding of machinery, over the low calls of men who knew how far sound could carry over the water. It was hard to see anything except for the silver gleam of moonlight on scales, but he strained his eyes and ears as the noise came again, a low moan of fear and pain from… somewhere. The others didn't seem to hear it, continuing to work on bringing in the catch.\n\n\n“Wait,” he called out, and when no one stopped moving, he raised his voice. “Wait!” The other men paused, looking over to him, and he held up a hand. “Listen.”\n\n\nThey did, more likely because they thought he heard another boat than out of any concern of what he was doing. \nFor a few moments, the deck was quiet. Then the noise sounded again, and the men looked at each other.\n\n\n“The hell was that?”\n\n\n“Was that one of you?”\n\n\nThey heard another moan, and the net swayed a little, one side appearing to bulge as their gazes turned towards it nervously.\n\n\n“Sounds almost like a woman.”\n\n\n“Is it coming from that?”\n\n\n“I’ve got no fuckin’ idea, but let's get this dumped. We’ve been out here long enough.” The words forced the crew into action, and they moved the net over the opening to the hold where thousands of other fish were already stored. He tugged at the bottom of the net to release it, and started backwards as the catch fell down with a definite yelp.\n\n\n“Get me a damn flashlight!” After a few moments, a beam flicked on into the darkness of the hold, and they all stared.\n\n\nIn the pile of tiny silvery fish lay a woman, clutching at her arm and looking up at them with dark, terrified eyes. More specifically, it was the top half of a woman. Where her legs would be was a blue-scaled tail, like that of an enormous fish. The thing had long black hair that was plastered over its bare alabaster skin, wet and glistening with the slime of the catch. \n\n\nThe men gaped at it. A half-naked woman would usually provoke some crude comments, but they were all more \nfocused on the *half* part rather than the naked. The rising swell made the piled catch move, and the thing whimpered as it was shifted, curling its body protectively around its arm.\n\n\n“Fuck,” someone muttered, and that pretty much summed up the feelings of all of them.\n\n\n“You… you guys are seeing this too, right? I'm not tripping?”\n\n\n“Nope. Unless someone spiked the soup.”\n\n\n“Shit. I was kind of hoping.”\n\n\n“What’s wrong with her arm?” he asked suddenly, and there was a general shrug from the other crew. “Hey… what’s wrong with your arm?”\n\n\n“Who’re you talking to? That?” Its eyes flicked from speaker to speaker with no light of understanding, only pain and animal fear.\n\n\n“Worth a shot.” He crouched down, trying a smile. “Uh, hello.” It stared at him, pupils huge. “I'm Charley. What’s your name?” He held his hand down towards it, and it flinched away, trembling.\n\n\n“It’s a fuckin’ mermaid, Charley. Never mind English, does it even speak?”\n\n\n“Right. Uh…” Charley thought for a moment, then tapped his chest. “Charley.” He pointed to the other men in turn. “Dave… Lance… Lloyd… Kurt… Robert...” His finger moved to the mermaid, and he cocked his head questioningly.\n\n\n“Sera,” it whispered, and the men backed away uneasily.\n\n\n------\n\n\nA short one, but my inspiration died out partway through. If people want to see more, it may be continued. All comments and criticisms are appreciated."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: After years of secretly admiring someone from afar, you walk past them in the hallway and they break down, embracing you and confessing their love. | [
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"content": "It had gone better in my head. Grab him by whatever stupid flannel shirt hes wore that day, smash him up against the wall, force my lips on his. He couldn't object if I was kissing him. Couldn't say I was too young or like a sister to him or whatever his objections would be. I'm not ugly. Hell, I've even got a few curves in the right places. I'm not everyone's cup of tea, but I'd seen him looking when I lazed around common areas in yoga pants. \n\n\nIt had gone better in my head. Because I hadn't thought about the fact he was nearly a foot taller and a hundred pounds heavier than me. I couldn't smash or force him anywhere. Instead, I managed to grab his shirt, sling myself into the wall, and end up on the floor being laughed at. \n\n\"Holy shit Yankee, after McCallister's final, I needed a laugh. It's like you read my mind. You alright sweetheart?\" He asked, reaching down and hoisting me to my feet. I was now blushing furiously, on the verge of tears, and stuck without an explanation in the most embarrassing situation of my life. \n\n\"Ya...so much for my bodyslam.\" I chuckled nervously. He snorted and ruffled my hair like you would a kid. \n\n\"Little girl. You got me for three more days. You want to spend em practicing your wrestling?\" He chuckled. I blushed even harder, his Ultimatum restoring some of my confidence. I looked up at those stupid beautiful disarmingly sweet blue eyes and squeeked out my response. \n\n\"What if I want more than three days?\" He seemed confused at first, but realization dawned on him after a moment. He started laughing, a rich deep sound that had always brought me joy. But now it brought tears to my eyes. Seeing this he stopped immediately and grabbed me into the tightest bear hug I'd ever felt. \n\n\"Darlin if you wanted to move in with me all you had to do is ask. I know you don't want to go home. I've met your mom.\" He laughed. I growled and shoved myself free of him. \n\n\"No! I don't want to move in with...well I do but ...gah! You are such an asshole! What I'm trying to do here is...what I'm trying to say is....Blake you idiot I have loved you since freshman year! I have hinted. And played at. And fucking wiggled my ass on your lap in nothing but panties trying to get you to see me as anything more than a kid sister. And now I literally tried to fucking mount you in a hallway and you're still trying to protect me! Fuck protecting me! Fuck!\" I shouted, throwing my hands in the air. He'd let me speak, standing there in silence with a smirk. Asshole. As soon as I finished however, he pounced. Pinning me to the wall and crushing me with the hottest fuckin kiss I'd ever felt. He grabbed my chin so I couldn't look away as he stared intently into my eyes, and let out a small chuckle. \n\n\"I was wondering when you would finally admit it. Honestly it's been the hardest task of my life, letting you come to me, instead of running your little ass down like a rabbit. I thought I might scare you off, or come on too strong. I wanted you so bad. Put my fist through the dorm wall more than once in frustration.\" I rolled my eyes. Men. But the meaning of his words hit me suddenly. \n\n\"Wait, you mean...\" I was cut off by his laughter. I glared at him, and he ruffled my hair again playfully. \n\n\"And as to your request, to take you here and now right up against this wall, I'm afraid I'm going to have to decline. Because when I take you, and trust me little girl I am going to take you. When I take you; it will be long, it will be rough, and it will be the best you've ever had. Now, quit standing there with you jaw on the floor, and go pack your shit. I wasn't joking about you moving in with me, and I sure as shit ain't now that you've dropped this little bombshell.\" He laid his massive hands on my ass and effortlessly lifted me off the ground, carrying me back to my room and tossing me onto my bed. \"Get moving girly. Or I'll put you over me knee!\" He laughed, before turning and leaving the room "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] Free-eat Peach Day! A group of sorority initiates must allow themselves to be given oral by any willing participant or fellow student for the next 24 hours and keep their 'peach' on display for the duration. | [
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"content": "Contains: free use (duh), slightly reluctant consent.\n\n\n--------\n\n\nThe first time was mortifying. She knew what she had agreed to, of course, but it was a very different thing to actually walk down the hall, wearing only the t-shirt with a peach on the front that read ‘Eat Me!’ and had an arrow pointing down. She had held a sort of faint hope that it was just to embarrass the pledges and there wouldn't really be any ‘eating’, and she was proven wrong almost immediately after leaving the room where she changed. She walked nervously around the corner and straight into someone’s arms, which wrapped around her as she squeaked with fright.\n\n\n“Hello there, little Peach,” a husky female voice murmured above her. “You should watch where you’re going.”\n\n\nThe arms around her were very warm and inescapably strong, pressing her face into what felt like the small, pert breasts of a woman who was much taller than her. She tried to mumble ‘Sorry,’ but it came out as a single strangled syllable.\n\n\n“It's alright. Am I the first person you’ve run into so far?\"\n\n\n “‘es,” she managed. The woman’s scent filled her lungs, fresh clothes and deodorant and just a hint of clean sweat.\n\n\n“What’s your name, Peach? I don’t think I recognize you.”\n\n\n“Amanda,” she whispered. The shock was draining away, replaced with a deep-seated nervousness.\nNervousness was the hot, tingly one you felt between your legs, right?\n\n\n“That’s a nice name. I’m Michelle. I can tell you’re nervous, but you’ll be fine, I promise.” Michelle took her shoulders and stepped back to hold her at arm's length, looking her up and down as Amanda blushed. “God, you are just adorable. You’re gonna get a lot of attention.”\n\n\nAmanda didn’t consider herself adorable, but apparently everyone else did; a mass of curly black hair, wide dark eyes, and a petite yet curvy frame made her confident in her looks, and that was it.\n\n\nMichelle, on the other hand, was gorgeous, in a tall, athletic way. Frizzy black hair matched her warm brown eyes and dark skin, and she grinned at Amanda, giving her shoulder a squeeze.\n\n\n“I can’t wait to get a taste. Ready to feel good?”\n\n\nAmanda opened her mouth to say ‘Not exactly,’ but Michelle was already pushing her up against the wall and kneeling on the carpet in front of her, nudging her legs apart.\n\n\n“R-Right here?” she asked, her breathing starting to turn shallow. *Oh my God. This is really happening.*\n\n\n“Mhm,” Michelle hummed, and leaned in, giving Amanda a hot lick over her shaved lower lips. \n\n\nShe squeaked, a hand flying up to her mouth. *Oh my God. Oh my God.*\n\n\nMichelle started to lap at her folds, her arms wrapping around Amanda’s thighs to keep her steady as she squirmed and gasped, biting her fist. It was far from the first time Amanda had felt a woman’s mouth, but the mix of nervousness, “nervousness” and embarrassment was more than she’d ever known. Michelle's tongue probed at her womanhood, finding the spots that made her react and occasionally teasing over her swollen clit with breathtaking little licks.\n\n\nSomeone walked around the corner, and Amanda flushed bright red as they stopped to stare at her. The short, cute blonde woman watched while Amanda tried to stifle her noises, blushing furiously as Michelle continued to enthusiastically pleasure her. After a while, the woman pointed at Amanda and gave her a wink as she walked off, using everything but her words to say, *I’ll see you later, cutie.*\n\n\nMichelle was trying her best - and her best was *very* good - but Amanda was just getting flustered and hot. She was so tense that it didn’t seem like Michelle was pushing her any closer to orgasm, only winding the knot in her stomach tighter and tighter. She hadn’t ever thought that she could be too embarrassed to come, but she also hadn’t ever been eaten out by a stranger in a hallway before. Another pledge wearing only a t-shirt walked by and gave her a jealous glance as she writhed against the wall, her face burning.\n\n\nFinally, she couldn’t take it anymore. As Michelle’s lips moved to kiss at her clit again, she moaned quietly, bucking her hips forward, pretending that it had sent her over. She didn’t think it was very convincing, but Michelle seemed satisfied, collecting her juices with a last few licks and standing up with her face wet.\n\n\n“Mm, mm, mm. You taste as good as you look, Peach.” Michelle wiped her cheeks and sucked the wetness off her fingers. “I’m not so selfish that I’ll keep you all to myself, though. Go have fun.” She nudged Amanda, who took a few steps down the hall and yelped as she felt a slap on her bare ass. She spun around to find Michelle grinning, then hurried away, her backside stinging and her clit throbbing.\n\n\n------\n\n\nThe second time was better, not only because she was so wound up and turned on that it was beginning to overpower her embarrassment. Less than a minute after she’d left Michelle, she encountered two women holding hands in the corridor and felt a touch on her arm as she tried to pass them.\n\n\n“Hey, Peach, where you rushing off to?” The grin on the raven-haired woman’s face was friendly, but Amanda could sense the hunger behind it. The brunette next to her gave Amanda a softer, more genuine smile.\n\n\n“How’s your initiation going?”\n\n\n“Um…” Amanda felt frozen in their stares, her hands clutching the edge of her shirt. She desperately wanted to cover herself, but that would mean automatic failure.\n\n\n“Want to take two at once?” the dark-haired one asked, her voice sultry, and her partner swatted her on the arm.\n\n\n“Beth, look at her. She’s petrified. Remember what you were like at the start?”\n\n\nBeth waved a hand dismissively. “Yeah, but now *I* get to tease them. And I loved it anyway.”\n\n\nThe brunette sighed, turning to Amanda. “I know it’s freaky at first, but it gets really good. You can come with us if you want, I won’t let her force you.” She started walking again, tugging Beth along by the hand, and after a few moments of hesitation Amanda followed, listening as they playfully bickered. They led her to what looked like a study room, couches and comfy chairs scattered around with small tables in front of them. The pair set down their bags and sat on one of the couches, and the brunette patted the space between them as Amanda hovered awkwardly. She settled in the middle of the warm bodies, gripping her thighs and realizing that she was shaking with nervous excitement.\n\n\n“I’m Rosa,” the brunette said, giving her a smile. “That’s Beth.” Beth gave her a slightly grumpy wave. “She’s my girlfriend, if you couldn’t tell.”\n\n\n“Amanda,” she managed, her mouth dry. “You- you two are…” she hesitated, trying to find the right word.\n\n\n“Open? Yes, as long as both of us are there.” She patted Amanda on the knee and leaned in to whisper, “Really, this is like Christmas for her, it’s her favorite time of the year. I try not to disappoint her.” She pulled away, smiling. “Have you had any fun yet? It looks like it.” Rosa nodded towards Amanda’s reddened lower lips, and Amanda's face went a matching shade.\n\n\n“Michelle,” she mumbled, and both of them rolled their eyes.\n\n\n“Did she get you as you came around the corner?” Beth asked, and snorted when Amanda nodded. “I can’t believe she’s still pouncing on newbies like that.”\n\n\n“Hem hem,” Rosa said, staring pointedly at her, and Beth grinned.\n\n\n“Hey, at least I have you to keep me in check. Michelle just grabs them… though I have to admit, she has a pretty good eye for picking out the ones who’ll enjoy it.” Beth looked a little wistful for a moment, then came back to reality. “Did you, uh, Amanda?”\n\n\nShe shrugged, her face still hot. It had felt undeniably good, but she hadn’t been in the right place or state of mind to really enjoy it. Still, a tiny voice in the back of her mind whispered that she wouldn’t mind running into Michelle somewhere a little more private - or maybe even not so private...\n\n\nShe pulled herself out of the fantasy as Rosa met her eyes, rubbing her knee. “So, technically we’re only supposed to-” she flicked her tongue in a way that made Beth giggle and Amanda stare “-but I’m guessing you wouldn’t object to some foreplay.”\n\n\nAmanda shook her head slowly, finding her voice after a moment. “S-Slow is good.”\n\n\n“Okay. Speak up if we do anything you’re uncomfortable with.” Amanda nodded, and Rosa leaned in, planting a kiss on her cheek. She pulled back slightly, staring into Amanda’s eyes and leaving her lips a bare inch away. Amanda wavered, then gave into to her desire, closing the distance. She could feel Rosa smile and return the kiss, and behind her Beth shifted closer, putting her hand on Amanda’s thigh and stroking the soft skin. She felt almost lightheaded as the kisses grew hotter and the touch more intimate. She was still nervous and embarrassed, but flying above that now was the hot, aching need inside her that demanded satisfaction. \n\n\n------\n\n\nIt's half-finished, but I hit some serious writer's block when trying to do more and wanted to share what I had. It's definitely ripe for a part two if people want to see more. Comments, criticisms, and suggestions on how to continue would be much appreciated."
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"content": "\"What are you doing?\" GLaDOS chirped from the potato Chell had just impaled on the end of her Handheld Portal Device, \"You DO know the entrance to the old testing track is downstairs? This is, well, I honestly don't know where this goes, but I know this won't get us back up to that idiot who stole my body.\"\n\nChell was beginning to regret bringing GLaDOS along after rescuing her from a bird. Sure, she needed her to replace Wheatley, but even stuck in a potato battery, Chell was weary of having the murderous AI tag along. She did, however, enjoy hearing her voice reduced to a little squeak coming from the device implanted in the potato.\n\n\"So, you're just going to ignore the only one of us who knows this facility and soldier down the wrong path anyway. Stubborn as always...\" GLaDOS continued. And that is exactly what Chell planned on doing. With her long fall boots, she silently made her way down the corridor. Something was drawing her to the end, and with GLaDOS now stripped of her intimidating omnipotence, she wasn't about to waste the opportunity to explore just a little further.\n\nGiant steel doors lined the hallway. Chell tried the first one she came to. The metal was freezing cold against her palm. The airlock style wheel didn't budge. Then she noticed the end of the hall. One of the doors was not only open, but ripped free from it's hinges and lay, badly dented, against the floor. Chell felt a bit of excitement grow in her gut as she made her way forward more quickly than before.\n\n\"I don't know what you expect to find here,\" GLaDOS berated. \"This section of the facility was abandoned far before I was ever brought online. I doubt there is anything interesting.\"\n\nBut Chell was now certain there was something interesting here. A cool breeze swept out of the blown airlock, and rounding the corner it became obvious to both of them why. The cramped hall opened into a massive underground dry dock. Who and why would someone build something so ridiculous? A deserted dry dock, miles underground. Ridiculous, just like everything else this mad man, Cave Johnson, had built here.\n\n\"Uhh, I know I'm operating at a limited capacity here,\" GLaDOS's voice wavered from her potato, \"but I think I'm detecting some anomalous readings in the atmosphere. I would STRONGLY recommend heading back IMMEDIATELY.\"\n\nFor once, Chell agreed with GLaDOS. She didn't need the AI to tell her what the hair starting to stand up on her arms and back of her neck were already warning her. Something was about to happen. Something violent: like seconds before a lightning strike.\n\nQuickly, Chell sprinted back into corridor and ducked behind the wall just as a blinding light accompanied by a loud crack of thunder filled the space completely. She slowly stood, trying to shake the ringing from her ears. Thick clouds of steam poured out of the dry dock. Despite the feeling of danger still in the air, she took a step back into the room, shocked at the sight.\n\nIn the previously empty dry dock, sat a ship. An enormous ship with the name \"Borealis\" stenciled across the bow. Large chunks of ice fell from all over the ship, smashing on the ground and evaporating into steam. In an even more unlikely turn of events, Chell made out the figure of a person through the steam, descending a ladder toward her on the dry dock. She gripped the railing in front of her and leaned as far over as she dared before losing balance. The figure grew larger, but the amount of steam from the hot hull of the ship made any features still indistinguishable.\n\nThe ship creaked loudly as it settled into its new home. Despite the enormous room being bone chillingly cold a few moments ago, it was now blisteringly hot as energy left the metal of the vessel. Chell felt sweat begin to roll down her skin and her white Aperture Science tank top began clinging to her skin. She took little notice; all her attention was fixed on the figure as he grew closer. Her breathing increased, unable to take her eyes off him.\n\nFinally, the man emerged from the cloud of water vapor. He was a tall, strong looking man in a strange set of orange armor, badly dented and stained in blood. He wore a full beard and a pair of thick rimmed glasses. In his right hand, he held a crowbar.\n\n\"Whoa, whoa, sorry the energy levels must have shorted me out for a minute,\" GLaDOS chirped back to life. Chell paid her no attention as she eyed the bearded man up and down. It was either the hot steam swirling around them or residual electrical charge in the air making her feel this way, she tried to reason with herself. All of a sudden she couldn't control her breathing and she felt a need that this strong stranger could fill for her. One she hadn't had filled in a very, very, very long time. She took a step closer.\n\nThe man stood firmly in place, gripping his crowbar as if he planned on using it as a weapon if necessary. He opened his mouth as if to speak, but nothing came out. Chell took another few steps, closing the gap between the two. It had been so long since she had seen, let alone felt another human. She reached out and slowly stroked his beard. Her fingers caressed his coarse hair and she lightly squeezed his cheeks as she slid her and back and forth. The man and Chell started, unmoving, barely breathing, as they studied each other's faces. The tension between them mounted.\n\nChell, overcome with a desire to feel more, slipped her hand around the stranger's neck and yanked him towards her, passionately kissing him. At first he seemed to be in shock. Who could blame him? But quickly he leaned into the kiss, dropping his crowbar with a loud clattering sound before grabbing Chell's arms with both hands and forcing her back against the wall behind her.\n\nChell felt her chest heave as each breath brought ever increasing pleasure. She welcomed the man's hands as he began exploring her body. First her face, then her shoulders, then one palm pressed hard on her breast. It felt so fucking good to feel desired like this!\n\n\"Hey! What are you doing?\" GLaDOS demanded before Chell dropped the portal device on the ground beside her with a shrill shriek coming from the potato. \"Sure, just abandon me here while you two do whatever the hell it is you're doing! We'll just die anyway when that half-wit destroys this entire facility.\"\n\nChell heard, but didn't care. She was lost in the passion. The man had begun shedding some of his orange armor and she had dropped her Aperture Science jumpsuit, now wearing only the tank top and a pair of tight shorts as underwear. She quivered as the stranger's hands pulled up her top, exposing her stomach to the air, and his fingers began dancing along the top of her underwear. She lustfully pulled at his remaining armor, sending it clattering across the platform until he stood bare chested before her. Chell sunk her fingers into his muscles, trying to be careful of several scars and old wounds from what must have been several difficult battles.\n\nWhen his fingers finally dove down her shorts and pressed directly against her pussy, she threw her head back and let out an exasperated sigh. Then she felt the coarse bristle of the stranger's beard against her neck as he began kissing down to her shoulder. Without hesitation, her hand went to his waist and wrapped around the large bulge under his pants. Chell felt an urge impossible to ignore overcome her.\n\nShe pushed the man back, and with a hand wrapped tightly around his wrist, lead him over to the railing. Smiling over her shoulder, she tucked her thumbs under her waistline and dropped her shorts. Without a word between them, the man instantly knew to do the same and Chell turned back to the railing, gripping it tightly as she felt his cock press against her sex.\n\nPleasure shot from her waist up to her head in growing waves as he slowly slid inside her. She clung to the railing with all her strength, surprised at how big he was. She looked back over her shoulder at him, only to find his eyes fixated on her firm ass (all that time in these long fall boots had finally paid off!) Chell grinned to herself, satisfied she was making him gawk like this as she slowly rolled her hips, trying to get his cock to hit all the right spots inside her.\n\n\"Well it seems like all your organs are working just fine,\" GLaDOS said sarcastically from the floor. \"And while I'm thrilled to have a new test subject, I'd be much happier if you picked me up and left him here so we can get back to the upper Enrichment Center.\"\n\nChell barely heard GLaDOS's protests as the man rhythmically slid in and out. Her chest was pressed against the railing to which she clung so desperately. Her head spun in a haze of joy as she felt herself finally barreling towards the inevitable orgasm. One of his hands firmly gripped her hips, guiding her back and forth against him. The other reached around her and stimulated her clit. She felt him throbbing, she knew he was getting ready to finish too. If the two of them could cum together! The thought pushed her even closer to orgasm.\n\n\"Listen!\" GLaDOS yelled as loud as her little potato battery would let her. Chell continued ignoring her as all she could focus on was her growing pleasure. \"We need to continue or that little idiot is going to bring the entire Enrichment Center down in flames! We are going to run out of...\"\n\n\"...Time?\" a chilling and gravelly voice cut through the room.\n\nChell gasped. Everything froze. Literally everything. The man behind her, the steam radiating from the *Borealis,* the sweat dripping from her brow even hung in mid air. So close to cumming and even that sensation felt frozen.\n\n\"Time, Dr. Freeman. Is it really that time again?\" The voice said, and with that the bearded man behind vanished and she was left with a disappointingly empty feeling between her legs as he left her just shy of an orgasm.\n\nTime resumed and Chell crumpled to the floor, resting her back against the railing frustrated.\n\n\"Son of a bitch...\" she muttered out loud."
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"content": "\"Hard to believe we're only a week out from graduation, huh?\" Seth asked, looking through the pile of games that Ethan had laid out. \n\n\"It's bullshit is what is is,\" Ethan said. \"Less bullshit for you guys, since you got to keep going to regular school, but it's still bullshit.\" \n\nI rolled my eyes, leaning further back into the couch. \"It's not that big of a deal, man.\" \n\nEthan turned quickly, staring right at me. He looked angry. \"It is!\" he said. \"Part of the high school experience is to meet girls and hook up, and we haven't gotten the chance. Mine was taken away from me, and you guys...\" He turned to look at Seth for a second, then turned back to me. His expression changed to being more neutral, but I could still see irritation. He shrugged. \n\nI sighed, shaking my head a bit. He was right, kind of. More so for himself than us. He had gotten into a fight sophomore year, and his parents had pulled him out of school and started homeschooling him after it. It had been weird, but I wasn't quite sure what the fight had been about, so maybe it was fitting. Ethan always claimed that Chet Miller's girlfriend had been chatting him up, but that couldn't have been true. \n\nThere had been rumors that he had gained a dangerous power or something which had been the real reason for the decision, but I had never seen any truth to that. If he had some sort of crazy power, he probably would have gloated about it. \n\nIn either case, the nearly perpetual isolation in his house had effected him. He had become more angry, and a bit more scrawny as a result of not having gym or really going out. The greasiness of his black hair and the acne he still had led me to suspect he didn't shower as much as he should, either.\n\nI, on the other hand, was relegated to loser territory for kind of the opposite reason. While most of our peers had written Ethan off for maybe having a dangerous power, I had none that I had ever displayed. If it was there at all, it was so subtle that I might as well have not even had it. That put me on the bottom of the totem pole by default. Not that I was anything special outside of that. I was 5'9\", not skinny or fat or muscular. Just... normal. The only thing that really stood out about me was that I had let my brown hair grow out a bit, down to my shoulders. \n\nSeth was the outlier in out little group. He was 6'4\", had short blonde hair, and had packed on a bit of muscle over the last few years. He could actually be considered pretty good looking, and could have been in the running to be popular. That was all thanks to his power. He was naturally better, physically, than a baseline person. Not to an insane degree, but somewhere around 1.3 to 1.7 times better, depending on the means of measuring. He also tended to adapt to things more easily. The muscle he had put on was from regular activity, not working out. If he had worked out, he probably would have been insanely strong and muscular. \n\nHe had ended up in our group not because of a lacking or missing power or anything. The issue with him was entirely him. He had no interest in sports, or working out, or anything like that. He basically shirked his power entirely, choosing not to take advantage of it to it's fullest. That annoyed me a bit, at times, but it was his choice, in the end, and I supposed if he had taken advantage of his power, he wouldn't hang out with us. \n\n\"You with us, Max?\" Seth asked. \n\n\"Yeah, just thinking,\" I said. \n\n\"You should think about ways to correct these injustices,\" Ethan said. \"We can't graduate as virgins.\"\n\n\"Like what?\" Seth asked, picking up a couple of games and looking them over. \"What could we do? No one's gonna invite us to any parties, we don't really know any girls who would be willing to do anything to help us out. Are we supposed to wish a girl up or something?\" \n\n\"That'd be something,\" I said. I wondered for a moment if there was a power that could do that, conjuring up an entire person. I doubted it. There tended to be rules around the powers that existed. Creating life seemed to be too far out of the realm of possibility.\n\n\"It would,\" Seth said. \"Now, can we play some fucking games already? I was promised a weekend of fun shit without your folks around.\" \n\nEthan huffed, but relented, and we loaded up a game. \n\n-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_\n\nMy eyes shot open, and I peered around the room until my eyes landed on the clock above the TV. 5:47 AM. I didn't feel the need to pee or anything, I didn't hear any loud noise. Why the hell had I woken up?\n\nI sat up, and instantly I knew something was wrong. My body felt... off. As I felt my breathing quicken, I could feel a shifting on my chest that hadn't been there mere hours ago when we had all finally fallen asleep. I reached up and touched my chest, and felt the soft mounds of flesh that were now there. The sensation was enough to prove that they were real. A squeezed, and felt it. A small jolt shot through me as I released them, my palm rubbing against my nipple. \n\n\"What the fuck?!\" I shrieked, jumping to my feet. I ran out of the living room, where we had all camped out, and into the bathroom. I heard the others shifting behind me, reacting to the noise. It didn't matter, really. I slammed the door shut and locked it, then ran to the sink, my eyes locked on the mirror.\n\nI recognized myself in the reflection, kind of. There were similarities. The same blue eyes, same shade of hair, same complexion. Enough that I could identify the image that I saw as myself, or at least a family member. \n\nA sister, most likely. I wasn't the most masculine guy, admittedly, but my new reflection had jumped over the gender line well into girl territory. My hair was softer, a bit shinier looking, and had a slight curl where it hadn't before. My skin was smoother, too. The few blemishes that I had when I went to sleep were gone. My nose was smaller, closer to my mom's than my dad's. My lips were fuller and looked soft... kissable. My eyes were wide, which only amplified how much bigger they seemed. \n\nI tore my eyes away from the mirror and looked down. I locked onto the breasts that were now pushing out my shirt. They seemed big, but that could be because I was smaller now. I looked back to the mirror, trying to gauge that. I had lost maybe 4 inches of height. Enough to be noticeable and distracting. \n\nI looked back down and leaned forward. I could see how my new hips stretched my sweatpants. I turned slightly and could see my ass stretching the back of them. I grabbed it and felt how full it was. It, like my breasts, seemed so big in my now smaller hands. After a few seconds, I let go and turned back so I was fully facing the mirror. I swallowed, and pulled at my waistband of my sweatpants, looking inside. My boxers were stretched similarly to my sweatpants, but the front was still flat. I lowered my pants, and pulled at my boxers, gasping at the sight that awaited me. \n\nNo dick, like I was used to. I saw something that I had only ever seen online. A vagina, a pussy... Mine, apparently. A little tuft of pubic hair above it, but nowhere near what I had before. Below it were hairless legs.\n\nI let my boxers snap back into place and looked back into the mirror. How had this happened? Was it something Ethan had done? Were the rumors right and he had some insane power that could do... this?\n\nI closed my eyes and tried to calm myself. No, that didn't make sense. If he had the power to do shit like this, he would have done it a long time ago, right? Why would he accept being pulled out of school if he could alter people so completely?\n\nAs I breathed, trying to compose myself, I felt something. It was a... feeling, more or less. Something deep inside of myself that I could reach for. It felt almost like a switch that I could flip, and...\n\nWhen I did it, I felt myself change. my eyes popped open and I saw myself. My real, normal self. I laughed, just a little. It sounded off, frantic. I closed my eyes and reached for the 'switch' again, and felt myself change back. Another laugh escaped me, though it came out as more of a giggle than anything. My eyes shot back to the mirror and I smiled.\n\n\"I have a power...\" I said. It wasn't amazing, like super strength of flight, but it was something. Way better than I thought I had. It wouldn't really be useful, but-\n\nA knock sounded on the door, and I jumped a bit. I could see myself blushing at the noise that came out, a high pitched squeak. \n\n\"Max? You okay in there?\" Seth asked.\n\nI smiled and walked over to the door, opening it. Seth's eyes bugged out as he saw me, and I saw Ethan a bit behind him making a similar face. \"You guys, I have a power!\"\n\n-To be continued-"
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"content": "\"Yes sir, your balance is 543,000 dollars and three cents,\" Dale said through his headset. \"Can I do anything else for you today? Okay, then have a great day.\"\n\nDale pressed the After Call button on his phone to take himself out of the queue. He looked at his notepad and scribbled out the customer information and paused at the half-drawn doodle in the margins. Two long, curvy lines met at one end, the other ends curving gently like hips.\n\n\"That's an interesting sketch, there Dale,\" said a woman's voice above him. Dale looked up to see his team leader, Eve Garter peering down at him. Dale blushed and scribbled it out furiously. \"I'm uh, I just need to go to the bathroom.\" \n\nDale rose quickly and marched to the men's room at the end of the cubicle farm. He felt Eve's eyes on him as he turned the corner and finally started breathing again. He had no reason to be intimidated or anxious around his supervisor, but he'd never worked for a Lamia before. \n\nHe finished is business and headed back to his desk. Eve was at a colleague's desk and Dale took an extra moment to gaze at her Business/Serpentine attire: a tailored dress shirt and a heated black sport coat and pencil skirt combo. Her striped green tail let her move comfortably quick or rise to ten feet, which came in handy when they decorated the office Christmas tree. Dale almost made it to his desk before she turned around and noticed how he stared at her. Dale tripped over his own wastebasket, dumping empty coffee cups and candy bar wrappers.\n\nEve floated to him as he picked up his trash and put it back in the bin. \"Hey, Dale, when you have a minute, I'd like to talk to you. Can you come to my office?\" she asked.\n\nDale followed her at a comfortable distance. He tried not to stare at her round butt, accentuated by the form-fitting skirt, but wasn't paying attention to his distance. He accidentally stepped on the tip of her tail.\n\n\"Ouch!\" she yelped, turning around to face him. Eve clutched her end between her arms and her chest. He watched her eyes as they changed from yellow irises and round pupil to completely robin's egg blue.\n\nDale's face turned deep red, and he felt like he was struck by lightning, the hairs on his neck sticking straight out. \"I'm...I'm so sorry,\" he gushed. He backed off a couple steps and waited for her to continue. They made it to her office without further incident.\n\n\"Dale, I need to talk to you about your numbers,\" she started. \"You were doing really well last year, exceeding productivity on all metrics for six months. Then there's been a steady decline on your performance.\" She slid a spreadsheet of his monthly numbers, showing him slip with longer call times, and more errors. \"I just wanted to let you know I'm here to help you. Is everything alright?\"\n\n\"Um, I'm fine, I'm fine, really,\" he replied. He couldn't bare to look at her beautiful face, so he stared at the worksheet. He traced his finger along the trend line and stopped at the first real dip in his performance.\n\n\"Hmm, June 20th,\" she said, noticing the column. \"Was that day different in any way?\"\n\n\"It was, uh...when you started working here, right?\"\n\n\"I suppose it was.\" Eve looked at her copy of the performance sheet more carefully. \"I'm noticing your worst days are when I'm providing floor support for your team. Dale, do you have a problem working with me?\"\n\n\"No! No problem, I swear,\" he pleaded. \"I just have never worked with someone, somebody who's-\"\n\n\"A monster,\" she said flatly.\n\nDale sighed and nodded. \"I'm sorry, I really mean no disrespect to you or others. I guess I've lived a pretty sheltered life.\"\n\n\"Well Dale, I think we can fix that, without transferring you out of my team. I want to get you back on track. Do you want to get back on track?\" \n\n\"Yes, Eve, I really do.\"\n\n\"Okay then,\" she said, scribbling something on a sticky note. \"There's a professionals' happy hour tonight, and I'd like you to attend. It will be a chance for you to get to know some of the other young talent we have in the city who share my, *challenges*. Can you make it?\"\n\nDale took the note and nodded. \"I know where this place is, I'll be there.\"\n\n\"Great, see you then.\"\n\n\nDale walked into the science center and followed the signs for the Xeno-Crypto Monthly Meetup until his found the large conference room. A dozen humans, Lamia, Beastkin, and Slime professionals were networking when he spotted Eve at the lectern.\n\n\"Okay folks, let's go ahead and get started,\" she said, calling the meeting to order. Dale caught her eye as he sat in an open chair in the back of the room. \"Today we have Drake Consulus from Dean Witter to talk about Work-Life-Prey Balance, then the cracker barrel. Without further adieu, here's Drake.\"\n\nEve left the lectern and joined Dale in the back as the vampire the started his presentation.\n\n\"Thanks for coming, Dale,\" she whispered. \"I think you'll find that we're all like you humans, just trying to grab that brass ring, you know?\"\n\nDale could feel the heat from her jacket, keeping her body warm enough for daily office work, and for first time since she started working at the firm, it felt nice. Maybe it was because he didn't know anyone else at the event, but Dale felt relaxed in her presence. A cute Beastkin girl even flirted with him, if he read the signals right. Gods know he could have read them wrong.\n\n\"Thank you for inviting me, Eve,\" he said outside, at the end of the meeting. \"I appreciate you giving me the chance to see a different perspective.\"\n\n\"I'm glad you enjoyed it,\" she replied, smiling. Her forked tongue tasted the air a few times before she looked up and said, \"Hmm, tastes like snow is coming. I'll need to get going home.\"\n\n\"B-but Eve, forgive me if this is too forward, but would you like to get some coffee with me before that? I'd like to get to know *you* better.\"\n\nEve floated over to him, only millimeters from his face. She looked into him with her piercing blue eyes for what felt like an eternity. \"Bronco Bean on 2nd Street okay?\"\n\nDale exhaled and nodded before backing away, waving.\n\n\n\nHe beat Eve to the coffee shop, even though he'd never been inside before. The centaur cafe had wide paths for their clients to move about, and laddered stools for humans to climb. Dale ordered a latte and sat at a bistro table near the window. Light snow began to fall, visible in the orange street lights like motes of dust. \n\nHe saw Eve on the other side of the road, waiting for the cross signal, hand holding the pole as if to steady herself. Dale jumped off the stool and ran outside. He crossed the street and caught her before she fell over. \n\n\"Eve, Eve! What's going on?\" he asked hurriedly.\n\n\"My...coat...no...charge. Need...heat,\" she slurred. Dale took off his down parka and slipped her arms into the sleeves. Color came back to her cheeks as his residual heat transferred to her. Dale scooped her up and brought her into the cafe. She curled her tail around his body to keep from dragging on the snowy ground. Dale felt her cold cheeks on his neck as he strode back to the cafe. Inside, the warm air had an instant effect, as Dale could feel her strength returning, constricting him a little.\n\n\"Oh, sorry,\" she said, uncoiling from him. She crawled up a stool and took a deep breath. Her cheeks bloomed in cherry blossom pink. \"Thank you Dale, you're a life saver,\" she said, holding his hand. \n\nDale felt his cheeks heat up as well, but he didn't feel skittish like before. \"You're very welcome, Eve. Any time.\"\n\n***\nTo be continued.\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You’ve recently been fitted with a highly advanced cybernetic arm. And today you’ve just discovered its special secret “masturbate” mode. | [
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"content": "Contains: artificial erogenous zones.\n\n\n------\n\n\nShe was sitting on her bed with the user manual spread out next to her, doing some self-maintenance as per her doctor's orders. The ring binder of instructions for the cutting-edge technology was pretty bare-bones, added to every time a new problem was discovered or a feature was added. Completing the list of muscle activation exercises was boring, but they were a simple way to make sure her arm was working between checkups. As she finished the last one, she noticed a written-out note below the typed text. It hadn't been there before going in for a refitting last week, and she peered at it curiously, reading the curly female handwriting.\n\n\n*Curl fingers and thumb but don’t make fist. Hold for five seconds to activate. Same to disable. Squeeze thumbnail to adjust. Enjoy~ <3*\n\n\nThere was no signature. She looked down at her right hand. *Curl fingers and thumb, but don’t make a fist?* She tried it a couple different ways, not quite sure what was intended, and was startled when her middle and ring fingers began to vibrate intensely. She quickly repeated the gesture she had done before, after a few seconds breathing a sigh of relief as her fingers stopped buzzing. She read the note again, feeling a heat rise to her cheeks. *Enjoy…*\n\n\nShe got up and closed her bedroom door, even though no one else was home. She wasn’t even that horny, but she *was* desperately curious about how it would feel. She could just… test it…\n\n\nShe unbuttoned her jeans and kicked them off as she sat down, sending her panties flying after them a moment later. She didn’t bother taking off her tank top and just lay back on the bed, slowly, hesitantly sliding her right hand down her body. The sensory information she received from her mechanical arm wasn’t as detailed or accurate as her flesh and blood one, but she could feel the heat of her skin as the slightly-cool metal moved over it, coming down to rub her inner thighs. She was getting a little shivery, starting to breathe faster as her chest tightened with excitement. It probably wouldn’t feel that much different to a vibrator, but a vibrator she could perfectly control was a very attractive idea.\n\n\nShe started to tease over her folds as her other hand slipped under her top to massage her breasts, feeling the heat awaken inside her body. She hadn’t planned on actually masturbating, but she was getting so worked up that her plans were changing. She rubbed through her lower lips, gathering her wetness until she could push into herself, with one finger and then two. She was ready - at least, as ready as her now nonexistent patience would allow - and she pulled her hand away, curling it into the odd gesture until her digits started humming. It really was a strong vibration, too strong to just go straight into using. After a moment’s hesitation, she tried squeezing her thumbnail like the note had said, finding that it made her fingers blur in the air as they moved even faster. Doing it again made them stop, and another press sent them into a much gentler pattern. With some testing, she figured out that her hand was now a five-speed vibrator.\n\n\nSwitching to the lowest setting, she pressed the vibrating digits against her folds, slipping them inside herself and letting out a sudden moan as unexpected pleasure coursed up her… arm? She pulled her fingers away, stifling another noise at the feeling of her tight, wet heat against the digits. She stared at her hand, realization gradually dawning as she tentatively rubbed it over her leg. Her middle and ring fingers were now erogenous zones as well as vibrators, though somehow the two properties didn't interact.\n\n\n*Well… huh. I… I don’t know what to think about that. I didn’t even know it was possible.* Without really considering what she was doing, she raised her fingers to her mouth, giving them a lick and gasping as the feeling shot up her arm. It was almost like having her clit touched, albeit not quite as sensitive. She did it again, uncaring of the taste of her own arousal as a shiver of pleasure ran through her. After a pause, she squeezed her thumb until the vibration stopped and took her fingers into her mouth, making muffled noises around them as the strange sensations made her squirm.\n\n\nStruck by a moment of clarity, she pulled her spit-slick digits away, muttering, “What the fuck am I doing?” She wiped her fingers on her tank top without thinking and gasped at the feeling. *Was I just sucking off my own fingers? And I can taste myself… ew. Well, I mean… I don’t taste bad, it just feels... dirty.* She wiped her left hand over her face, groaning. *I want to do it again… fuck, am I a weirdo? No, the person who programmed this thing is! I’m just… using what was offered to me…*\n\n\nAs she justified it to herself, her right hand was moving back towards her lips. Somewhat reluctantly, she took her fingers back into the hot, wet suction of her mouth, moaning as her inner walls clenched around nothing. She didn’t know if she could come from just this, but it felt so strange and new and *good* that she didn’t want to stop. She swirled her tongue around the digits and gently sucked them, finding than anything more was too much. Her other hand crept between her legs, rubbing awkwardly over her throbbing clit in an attempt at more pleasure. The aching knot of tension in her stomach was building fast under the dual stimulation, more and more until it suddenly made her breath catch in her throat. Her body went rigid as she moaned against her fingers, her hand working furiously as she tipped over the edge into a shaking, spasming, overwhelming orgasm that left her gasping and weak. She panted, lying boneless on the bed as aftershocks made her twitch, hoping her heart would stop trying to beat its way out of her chest.\n\n\n*Uh,* was about the only thought she could manage for a while, eventually followed by *fuck.* She carefully pulled her hand away from her face, resting it on her leg. *I… I came so hard. I might die if I finger myself like that. Plus the vibrations...* She bit her lip, thinking, and shivered. *Fuck it, I’ll die happy.* \n\n\n-----\n\n\nAll comments and criticisms are appreciated."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She didn't know why her girlfriend grew a cock, but she knew she was going to have fun with it | [
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"content": "Natasha hurried up the steps as fast as she could. She held her purse in front of her as she stopped in front of the door, and took a moment to catch her breath.\n\nShe had been dating Karen for a year now. This morning, Karen had sent Natasha a text, urging her to come over immediately, and she had refused to explain any more than that. \n\nUnderstandably, Natasha was worried. \n\nShe was an anxious wreck as she rode the bus to Karen’s place, wondering endlessly if she had done something wrong, or had unknowingly hurt Karen in some way.\n\nNatasha was, objectively, extremely cute. She had milky skin and stunning blue eyes, with short jet black hair. She also had a pair of rosy lips that she knew Karen loved. She rarely went anywhere without a black choker wrapped around her neck. She could easily find someone who was interested in her, so if Karen ever left her, she wouldn’t be alone for long. But she didn’t want Karen to leave her. No one else could compare to Karen, Karen was the best thing that had happened in Natasha’s life, and she didn’t want to lose her. \n\nSo it took her a few moments before she was able to collect herself and knock on Karen’s door. \n\nImmediately, the door swung open, and Karen peeked her head out.\n\n“Oh my God, you’re here,” she said in a hushed voice. “Come in, quick!”\n\nKaren disappeared behind the door, and Natasha stood still for a moment before pushing the door open wider and stepping into the entrance hallway of Karen’s apartment. She closed the door behind her and turned to face Karen, who stood in the middle of the hallway.\n\n“Karen, what’s wrong?” she asked, casting a worried gaze over Karen. “Baby, talk to me. Did I do something?”\n\nKaren wasn’t wearing any make up, and she was wearing a hoodie and a pair of grey sweatpants. Even so, she was gorgeous. Coming out had been difficult for Natasha, so managing to get herself a girlfriend who looked as pretty and feminine as Karen was a huge deal for her, and just looking at the blondes face could turn her on. Karen had incredible luscious lips, round brown eyes, and beautiful cheekbones. Her body was mostly hidden by her hoodie and sweatpants, but it was still beautiful. Her hair was pulled back into a simple messy braided ponytail that reached the small of her back, but it was still beautiful. Karen didn’t need any makeup at all.\n\nThe blonde nervously wrung her hands as she looked at Natasha. Natasha noticed that her gorgeous eyes looked a little puffy, like she had been crying.\n\nKaren raised her fingers to her mouth and looked up at the ceiling, taking a deep calming breath. Natasha waited, beyond nervous, for her answer.\n\n“Natasha, I…” Karen paused, her hand still covering her mouth. It took every fiber in Natasha’s body not to say anything; she waited as patiently as she could. Finally, Karen spoke.\n\n“I have a penis.”\n\nNatasha’s worried expression remained frozen on her face as she stared at Karen.\n\n“You have a what?” she asked.\n\n“I have a penis.”\n\n“What do you mean, you have a penis?”\n\n“I mean, I…” Karen’s hand left her mouth and it remained raised in the air slightly as she closed her eyes, as if she was searching for the right words. Then she spoke quietly.\n\n“I have a penis, Natasha.”\n\nNatasha raised one of her dark eyebrows. She looked down from Karen’s face, and her gaze landed on her sweatpants. This was when she noticed the bulge for the first time, a bulge shaped like a rock hard cock.\n\nHer mouth dropped open. She raised a hand to cover her face as she started to turn away.\n\n“Oh. My. God. Karen!” she cried. \n\nKaren’s eyes widened.\n\n“You can’t do this to me!” Natasha exclaimed, rolling her eyes. “Oh my god, I was so worried. I was freaking out, I thought I did something wrong, I thought something happened, and it was all for this stupid *joke*, come on Karen, I mean-”\n\n“It’s not a joke,” Karen interrupted quietly. “It’s not-I’m not joking.”\n\nSomething in Karen’s voice made Natasha pause, but a skeptical expression remained on her face as she stared at the bulge in Karen’s grey sweatpants. There were a few seconds of silence.\n\n“Show it to me,” Natasha said softly.\n\nKaren bit her beautiful bottom lip, looking down at the floor. Slowly, she nodded.\n\nHer hands moved to her waist. They lifted the bottom of her hoodie up, and then moved to her sweatpants. Natasha looked at her bombastic hips, and then at the shape of the raging erection in her pants. The two visuals together just didn’t make sense. This had to be a joke…\n\nKaren hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her sweatpants, and then slowly started pulling the front of her pants down.\n\nThere was that beautiful V-shape that led to Karen’s crotch that Natasha was so familiar with. And Karen’s pubes, neatly trimmed, as they usually were. The black haired girl leaned forwards slightly, her lips parted, as Karen continued pulling her sweatpants down.\n\nSomething suddenly sprung from her sweatpants, sticking straight out into the air, and pointing directly at Natasha. Her blue eyes widened. It definitely looked like a penis.\n\nA girthy, long, hardened penis. As Natasha stared, it twitched a little, the head bobbing up and down slightly in the air. It stuck straight out of Karen’s body, a bead of moisture collecting at the tip, as seamlessly as if it was attached to a man and not the most feminine woman Natasha had ever laid eyes on. \n\nThe two women were silent. Natasha gazed at Karen’s penis in shock, while Karen held up the bottom of her hoodie. Her sweatpants, pushed down over her curvy hips, started to slide downwards, over her firm round buttcheeks and down her shapely legs. \n\nNatasha slowly moved forwards, her hand outstretched. Her eyes remained fixed on what appeared to be Karen’s penis. Her head was cocked slightly, and her lips were still parted.\n\nHer outstretched fingers brushed over the velvety skin of Karen’s penis. \n\nKaren’s long eyelashes fluttered slightly and she let out a breathy moan, but Natasha didn’t notice. She leapt back, tearing her hand away from Karen’s cock as if she had been burned.\n\n“EEK!” she shrieked. “IT’S REAL!”\n\n“Of course it’s real!” Karen exclaimed. “That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you!”\n\n“Karen, what the-you have a penis!”\n\n“I have a penis!” Karen cried. “Oh my god, I’m freaking out.”\n\n“*I’m* freaking out!” Natasha responded. She stretched her arms out, gesturing at Karen’s rock hard cock. “What on earth are we going to do?!”\n\n“I don’t know!” Karen said, frantically looking around and running her hands through her hair. Her penis wiggled from side to side slightly with her movements. “God, Natasha, I don’t know!”\n\n“We need to see a doctor, right now,” Natasha declared, nodding her head firmly.\n\n“No! No, I can’t go to a doctor,” Karen said quickly, her eyes widening as she waved her arms desperately in the air, her cock wiggling about. “The government is going to find out about me, and they’ll kidnap me and do experiments on me!”\n\nNatasha looked down at the floor, covering her mouth with her eyes wide.\n\n“Shit, you’re totally right,” she said after a moment's pause.\n\n“Yeah,” Karen said.\n\n“Fuuuuuucckkkk,” Natasha breathed, still staring at the floor.\n\nThere was a silence as the two women contemplated their situation.\n\n“I didn’t notice anything weird… down there… when I was taking a shower last night,” Karen eventually said, “but when I woke up this morning, it was just… there.”\n\nNatasha looked at Karen’s cock again. Her hand moved from her mouth to her chest. She quietly licked her rosy lips as she watched it twitch again. The bean of moisture was growing larger, and it started running down the front of her shaft.\n\nKaren groaned softly, hugging herself while her teeth clamped down on her bottom lip again. She looked down at her new friend, her eyelids lowered. A blush was appearing on her cheek.\n\n“And I’ve just been…” she sighed, and she closed her eyes. “...so, so *horny*. It won’t go down, no matter what I do. I figured out how to masturbate this morning, but that didn’t help, I was just horny again minutes later.”\n\nThe look in Natasha’s eyes as she watched her girlfriends penis twitch again was no longer shocked. Her hungry gaze traveled over the blondes incredible body, over her hips, her legs, and the beautiful chest her hoodie was doing its best to hide, before moving to her face, taking in her eyes, her rosy cheeks, and her alluring lips, and then landed on her cock again.\n\nNatasha’s pointer finger moved to her mouth, and she started chewing on it as Karen sighed softly.\n\nThe blonde looked shyly to the side, and her hand traveled to her penis. Her fingers wrapped around her new tool, and she sighed again as her thumb started rubbing back and forth, stroking it. More moisture oozed from the tip.\n\nNatasha stared, holding her breath.\n\nKaren’s hand started moving, slowly, traveling back and forth with a slight twisting motion. She sighed softly, still staring off to the side, as she started stroking herself in front of her black haired girlfriend.\n\n“Umm, Karen,” Natasha slowly said, her finger still touching her bottom lip.\n\nKaren jumped, her gaze landing on Natasha again. She ripped her hand away from her cock, and grabbed her hand with her other hand, before looking down shamefully.\n\n“I’m sorry,” she said quietly, “it just feels so good…”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When you put on clothing intended for the opposite sex, you swap sexes. | [
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"content": "Marvin pulled the laundry out the dryer and let the warm clothes drop into the basket. He never trusted the cleanliness of items from Goodwill, so he always washed them separately from his normal pile of shirts, briefs, and jeans. This particular batch contained some dress shirts and pants that looked nice on the men's Medium rack. Bringing them to his bedroom, he aired out the items with a vigorous shake before spreading each on the bed to flatten and hang.\n\nHe thought the white dress shirt with the rounded collar looked both Old Timey and modern, which is how it caught his eye at the store. Marvin closed his door so he could look at himself while he dressed. He took off he jeans and shirt and walked around in his white briefs. As he slid his hand into the sleeve, his arm tingled in the fresh cloth then stopped as he realized he had forgotten to unbutton the cuff. He tried to force his hand through, but was only able to get a few slender fingers to poke through the hole. Marvin overlooked how his fingernails looked unusually well shaped and glossy before he removed the shirt and unbuttoned the cuffs.\n\nThis time, his arm slid gracefully through the sleeve and he repeated it with his other arm. Marvin enjoyed the warmth of the shirt, fresh from the dyer and pulled the two sides together. He tried to button the shirt but was flummoxed. For some reason, the buttons and the holes were on the wrong side.\n\n*Must be European,* he thought, as he retrained his brain to push the buttons through. The top felt a little snug around his chest, but loosened a bit around his ribs. As he looked down in shock as his feminine fingers finished the last button, mainly because he couldn't see them under his massive breasts.\n\nHe look at himself in the mirror, and gazed at the rack he was sporting. He felt his nipples harden as he ran his hand over the shirt until they were fully outlined under the material. Marvin responded to his own touch, feeling jolts of electricity excite and awaken his cock. He stood in front of the full length mirror and quickly unbuttoned the shirt. He was dismayed as he watched his beautiful breasts shrink back inside him. When the last button was freed and he was able to open the shirt, his chest returned to his original scrawny form.\n\nMarvin buttoned up again and his breasts filled the space in the tailored shirt. He unbuttoned the very top button to reveal his ample cleavage, and he was relieved to see his breasts did not shrink. He decided to lay on his bed and explore his newfound torso, running his finger tips around the sides of his breasts, tracing each curve and tender belly. Reaching down, he found his aching cock pulsing in his underwear, a little damp at the waistband where the tip leaked a little pre-cum. \n\nHe spied the pair of dress pants and grabbed them aggressively. They were black wool slacks, straight legged and strangely devoid of pockets. Marvin slipped his foot into a leg, then the other. As his feet poked out, he was surprised to see smooth, slender, manicured toes on the other side. There was a dull ache in in crotch as he pulled the slacks up his legs, the agonizing feeling growing stronger as he lifted his smooth, teardrop ass off the bed and pulled the waistband in place. He zipped up and again discovered the trouser clasp and fly pointing the wrong way.\n\nOf course that wasn't the only thing wrong. He ran his fingernails over the crotch of pants, looking for something that was no longer there. The waistband was too tight, so he unzipped the fly and reached in to find his hot pussy, swimming in the now-loose underwear. \n\nMarvin closed her eyes and tried to find the gap in her briefs, so she could touch her new skin. She let out a soft moan as her fingers wormed their way to her pussy and began to rub circles over her lips. She felt a wetness grow and she pulled her fingers out to smell herself. She sucked on each finger then thrust her hand back into her pants, grabbing a breast with the other. \n\n*This is so much better and jerkin' it*, she thought as she massaged her tender flesh. Se curled her index finger into her wet opening and clenched on it, closing her thighs around her hand, bucking and grinding as she felt the knot tightening in her belly. The need to get off was getting more urgent as she dipped and curled her finger inside herself. Marvin turned over on the bed and stuffed her face into the pillow to muffle her loud orgasm, hips shaking and trembling until she felt like she was melting.\n\nAs her breathing returned to normal, she got off the bed and looked at herself in the mirror. She flattened her clothes and looked at the large stain in her pants. She unfastened the fly and watched her flaccid penis, shiny with cream, return as the slacks dropped to the floor. They cupped their balls and felt a twitch as their cock began to rise from the dead. They smiled slyly in the mirror and walked back to the bed.\n\n*** \nTrying a short one. Comments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You are a witch and brothel madam, and getting your sex golem to be lovingly dominant instead of just dominant took quite a bit of adjusting, and that in itself was part of the fun... | [
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"content": "She had porcelain skin - and that wasn't a poetic metaphor. She literally had skin made of porcelain, overlaying her more standard body of clay. It was a pain in the ass to animate a rigid material without having it crack, but the resulting eerie beauty it gave her was worth it. The kind of people who wanted a golem to dominate them didn’t want her to look exactly like a human, they wanted something… different. But still sexy, which is where her unique skin came in. Her hair was special too, even though thin, unmoving strands of copper wire arranged into a bun didn't take any extra effort. Her irises were cut from real emeralds and had cost almost as much as the rest of her body’s materials combined, but the gems also doubled as the container for the magic that kept her alive... for a given value of ‘alive.’ She looked gorgeous, especially with her (literally) sculpted curves wrapped up in some lingerie, but that wasn't the problem. The problem had started when I first got her to sit up and told her what her purpose was, and I had been trying to explain what I’d meant ever since.\n\n\n“Have I displeased you, madam?” she murmured, going down on one knee before my desk with her head bowed. That was the *old* position of submission, how someone would present themselves to their king or queen. You couldn't beat it out of golems if you tried, no matter how new they were; it was written into the ancient roots of their enchantment, nearly impossible to modify.\n\n\n“No,” I sighed. “Not exactly. Stand up, Rhana.” She did so, staring just below my eyes in another marker of obeisance. As her creator, I was the only one treated like this. Everyone else got the full force of her personality. “What happened between you and Thomas?”\n\n\n“I dominated him. As you instructed, madam.”\n\n\n“He’s twenty-four, and he came to me bawling his eyes out.” It had taken an hour of holding the poor boy in my arms to draw out the full story, but I wanted to hear what she had to say about it. “He’s an experienced submissive. This was supposed to be an easy practice run. Can you think of what you said and did to scare him like that?”\n\n\nShe was silent for a few moments. “I restrained him with my arms and told how weak he was compared to me.”\n\n\n“And…?” I pressed, already knowing.\n\n\n“And told him that I could crush him bone by bone because he had no way to resist. And that I could push my arm through his chest if I so desired.” She paused again. “I also told him how I could do the same to his loved ones. It was around this time that he used his safeword and fled the room.”\n\n\nI let out a heavy breath, wiping a hand over my face. “And… you didn't think this was excessive? Or graphic? Or not, in fact, what he was looking for?”\n\n\n“No, madam, but I fear that you do. I merely dominated him, body and mind, to the best of my ability. I assumed I was successful.”\n\n\n“Domination… domination is not just control. It’s not created by fear. It's an exchange of power that both parties should want and enjoy. I suppose that may be hard to understand for you.”\n\n\n“Yes, madam. It is.”\n\n\n“Hmm.” I worried my lip, considering. “Perhaps a practical demonstration would be in order. You should experience what it's like from the other side before you're in charge again.”\n\n\n“How is that possible, madam? You told me that my purpose was to dominate.”\n\n\n*Yes, and I'm regretting my choice of words.* “I'll think of something. For now, go to your room and stay there. I'll send for you later.”\n\n\n“Very well, madam.” She dropped to one knee for a moment, then straightened up and strode off, her hips swaying in the movement I had spent days perfecting.\n\n\nDamn. I had assumed that, as my creation, she would understand what I meant by domination, but apparently her internal dictionary didn't have kinky definitions. It was a good thing I had impressed upon her the sacred nature of safewords, otherwise she could have done something much, much worse. How could I get her to understand submission? I couldn't be the one to control her, since she was hardwired to follow my commands. There was no submission there, only mindless obedience. Another one of the dominants here, then, but which one? Probably a woman, since I wanted Rhana to see what she *should* be doing. That narrowed it down, though not enough. She needed someone who could keep a cool head and stay firm, not brutal. Someone who wouldn't mind what could end up being a days-long project. Hmm… yes, perhaps Lai would do the trick.\n\n\nI asked for the half-elf to be sent up to my office and found that she was with a client, so I had a cup of tea as I waited, considering the logistics of something like this. Rhana was incredibly strong - those claims she made to Thomas weren't exaggerations. For her to truly experience submission, she should probably be helpless, and not just because I told her to stay still. It would be difficult, but I had been considering making a set of ultra-durable restraints for some of our more unusual customers anyway. I doodled a few designs, whiling away the time until Lai opened the door, red-faced and out of breath.\n\n\nWhere Rhana was curvy and I was heading towards being a bit too full-figured, Lai was as slim as they came. Her body was entirely lean muscle, at the expense of her breasts and to the great benefit of her perfectly toned ass. The short-haired half-elf had been a mercenary before she’d come here, looking to throw around some of her hard-earned gold and have a good time. The woman she’d ended up spending the night with had begged me to offer her a job, and Lai was only too happy to accept when she found out that she could get *paid* to sit on someone’s face or pound them for hours with an enchanted strap-on instead of risking her life for every coin. She was always more popular with the female clientele - something to do with her tomboyish dominance - but she was a hit with men, too, and one of my best staff since she doubled as a bouncer.\n\n\n“What’s up, boss?” she asked, wiping some sweat from her forehead. I had long ago stopped trying to insist on her calling me madam.\n\n\n“Rhana,” I said.\n\n\nHer face fell. “What about her?”\n\n\nI briefly explained what had happened with Thomas, and she looked sick.\n\n\n“That's fucked up. Poor kid.”\n\n\nShe was barely a few years older than him, but somehow Thomas was always ‘kid.’ I was only technically old enough to be his mother, yet I still found myself referring to him as ‘boy.’ “Yes, well, I want to do something about it. Rhana isn't something I want to write off as a failure, but this shows she can't handle clients without some serious training. Even though I can order her to do things, I can't make her understand them well enough to work and improvise on her own. If you’re willing, I thought you would be a good candidate for her teacher.”\n\n\nLai grimaced. “I appreciate the thought, boss, but there's no way in hell I'm letting dollb- Rhana get her hands on me.”\n\n\n“Perhaps you misunderstood,” I said, carefully ignoring that she had almost used the staff’s unofficial nickname of ‘dollbitch’. “You would be in full control. Rhana needs a lesson in submission, and to be dominated by someone who understands what it means.”\n\n\n“Oh.” She brightened up, breaking into a grin. “Oh! Yeah, sign me up.”\n\n\n“This would be in a professional capacity,” I said, worried by her enthusiasm. “This would not be the time for working out personal grudges.”\n\n\nHer expression dimmed a bit, but she was still grinning. “Of course. Don't worry about it, boss.”\n\n\n“Alright.” I trusted Lai… though I *would* be supervising her. “Now, to details. I understand this won't be usual by any means, so I leave it to you to decide what you'll be doing. I do, however, have some ideas.” I pushed the sketches of the super-heavy restraints across my desk to her.\n\n\nShe picked them up, giving the papers a cursory glance. “Yeah… yeah, good thinking. If you can get it, I want something like these. And I'll probably need you to give her some commands, but I'll need time to work on the wording.”\n\n\nI could already see the gears turning in her head. “Of course. Give me a list of whatever you need, and you're excused from as much of your normal work as the preparation requires.”\n\n\nShe nodded absently, considering. “Maybe a day or two, plus however long it takes for you to get the stuff commissioned.”\n\n\n-----\n\n\nThis may be continued if people enjoy it. All comments and criticisms are appreciated."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The freezing Midwest weather catches them by surprise and the minivan slides into a deep and snowy embankment. They'll have to wait a couple hours for AAA, and they can't run the car for fear of carbon monoxide. But this all-female a Capella group has a ideas on how to stay warm. | [
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"content": "“G-g-girls... t-trust me. We all n-need to get n-naked...” Jessica called out. The van was small and cramped but she knew what had to be done. She tied her blonde hair back into a ponytail as she pulled her pink “Aca-holics” shirt off. She grabbed some tape from the glove compartment and taped it over the front windshield, before removing her sweatpants and doing the same to fill in any exposed gaps on the driver’s side. \n\nThe rest of the girls watched for a minute or so before realizing what she was doing. Insulation to keep out as much cold as possible. In seconds, the girls had torn off their matching t-shirts, sweatpants, any blankets that they had, and they all began pressing the fabric against the windows. Jess worked her way around the car, starting with Mindy in the passenger seat. \n\n“Y-you sure this will work?” Mindy asked quietly, the nipples of her firm B cups erect against the chill inside the van. Jessica taped her clothes against the window before smiling assuringly. \n\n“It has to.” She moved back to the back seats, starting with Amy and Liz in the first row. They each had matched Jessica’s nudity, their own nipples erect. Amy’s long brown hair hung down in front of the body, but her nipples poked through the veil. Liz has curly blonde hair that never fell below her shoulders, so her freckles body stayed exposed. Jess made quick work of the mid chunk of the car before moving to the back, where Carmen, Anna, and Violet sat huddled together. \n\n“That’s a good idea.” Jess muttered under her breath as she moved around the Neapolitan trio. Carmen was Mexican in heritage, and she always claimed that her long brown hair had never been cut. It fell below her waist, though her big D cups stuck through any coverage it may have provided. Anna and Violet could be confused as sisters, with the exception of their hair. Violet’s was brown where Anna was a redhead, but they both shared blue eyes, and smaller, B cup breasts. \n\n“Everyone move to the center of the van. Get as close as possible.” Jessica continued sealing up the glass of the van before moving to meet the girls. Each of them was shivering against the atmospheric cold as Jess crawled to them. They all moved into a natural hug, holding close as a shivering mass. \n\nJess sat for a moment as the mutual body heat spread. There had to be something else to do to generate some heat. *Well, we could have fucked if we had... wait... we don’t need... shit.* Jessica thought as she realized what had to be done. \n\n“Girls. We’re in dire straits. We need to generate more body heat to keep us warm... I have an idea, but...” she let her voice trail off as she tried to find the right words. \n\n“You want us to fuck? Would that help?” Mindy piped up. She had been Jessica’s right hand since the start of the Aca-Season, so it shouldn’t have been any surprise. Mindy had been Jess’ closest friend and roommate for all of college, and the two made eye contact. \n\n“Yes... I think if we have enough sexual activity inside, we could generate heat to keep us warm. With the windows sealed off, this may be our only choice.” Jess said, not wanting to worry any of the girls about not surviving. \n\n“Dibs on Jessica!” Anna called out, a wicked grin in her face. Someone grabbed the blonde leader and pulled her into the center of the circle, as each girl went to work on a different part of Jessica’s toned body. \n\n(To be continued...)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: On a long train journey, you've lucked out with a seat in an almost empty train carriage. In the booth next to yours however, a girl is sleeping - or is she just pretending? Either way, she's had a wardrobe malfunction, and one of her breasts are out in the open. | [
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"content": "It's a rather nice boob, I had to admit. Probably a DD even, I thought for a moment before I realized I knew nothing about boob sizes. But I was confident the nipple perched upon it was certainly nice, staring at it for several good long moments before I started to feel guilty.\n\nAt last I decided I needed to do something, starting off with obnoxiously coughing and clearing my throat loudly in hopes of waking the girl. No luck, however, as she let a soft snore out in response.\n\nObnoxious coughing failing, I worked up my nerve and called out to her, \"miss? Miss? Hello?\" I continued gradually raising my voice as I called to her, \"HEY THERE!\"\n\nAgain, nothing but soft snoring and a happy smacking of her lips.\n\nSighing I leaned back, staring back at the boob. I pondered if I should continue trying or just give up. Shrugging, I stood and gently shook her shoulder, calling to her again, \"miss! Hey there!\" At her continued happy slumber I shook her shoulder more vigorously, stopping quickly and turning away as I noticed her boob bouncing and jiggling in response to my efforts.\n\nSighing again, I stared at the far wall for a minute before taking off my jacket and laying it across her, hiding the lovely but overly exposed boob. Moving back into my seat I glanced at her again, noting with wry amusement that she'd already wrapped a hand into the fabric of my jacket and wore a contented smile. I continued admiring the sleepy girl a moment longer before picking my tablet back up and continuing to read my neglected book.\n\n***\n\nStarted off just feeling silly, but maybe this could be the start of a proper train romance ;)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A prince and his girlfriend are captured by a group of oddly attractive female bandits. The bandits have their way with the pair and refuse to let the two go unless the prince either A) gets them all pregnant or B) leaves his girlfriend with the bandits so they can use her day in and day out. | [
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"content": " The choice was diabolical. To impregnate all twelve of them, producing a full twelve of bastard children who would have a claim for the throne ten or fifteen years from now, but the other alternative was worse. He would not allow them to violate Lily like that. Concubine or not, she was the love of his life.\n\n \"I'll agree\", he said, as Lily gasped. He turned to her. \"I won't let them violate you like that.\" Being a man of honour occasionally meant doing dishonourable things, he had been told, and this was the time he learned what it truly meant.\n\n Twelve separate children of rogue mothers, all no doubt determined to dethrone him one day. But if it meant sparing Lily of whatever atrocities they had in mind, there was no question. His cock was getting hard from determination.\n\n The first of the bandits was a woman of perhaps thirty. By her taut belly and the shape of her breasts, the prince assumed this would be her first child. She did not want to be mounted, instead riding in top of him, with her breasts dangling on his face. Shapely, and so ruthlessly demanding his seed, she held him powerless, ejaculating in her when he could no longer resist.\n\n The second was a plump girl, acting a bit too shy. Perhaps she wanted nothing to do with this plot, but her companions had pressured her into birthing a royal child as well. Still, she was sopping wet as soon as he turned to her, ready to be filled with royal cum.\n\n During the breaks he was allowed, Lily was brought to him. \"Please don't do this\", she pleaded. \"You can go free if you want, just tell them to keep me instead.\" With sorrow in her eyes, she was only more beautiful. No power on earth could make him sacrifice her for his own wellbeing.\n\n The third was a massive, staturesque woman. Muscled better than most men, she easily picked him up and carried him to her bedsetting, as the other bandits laughed. As if sensing it was vital for his survival, his cock got hard out of fear.\n\n The fourth timidly asked the grand woman whether she could just use him in her bed. The giant laughed, pulling the cover away from his body. She was free to do so.\n\n Despite of his cock hardening from the humiliation, she had difficulties in fitting it in. Small, narrow and slender, slipping inside she was tight and warm. Moving her hips around, she obviously enjoyed the ride, despite of not achieving her goal. Imagining her with his bastard, with a round belly and tits growing with milk somehow did the trick.\n\nThe fifth of the bandids had no shame or embarrassment of the sort. With the broad, ample breasts and the stretch marks on her belly, it was obvious she had borne children before. \"Now don't be stupid, put a royal little prince into me\", she said with a smile, pressing her breasts on his face. With no thought of her previous children, he ejaculated.\n\n Another bastard child, he thought every time he came to a release. Another young bastard prince with his exact face and traits, out there to throw him off his throne if the challenge ever came to him. \n\n Twelve new royal bastards, for the price of their freedom. As grateful as Lily was, he considered putting a new one in her, to at least have one son who was grateful."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: To show that you are cute and lovable, your witch friend created a gender-swapped version of you to spend the night with. | [
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"content": "“Go fuck yourself!” Lily said, cheerily, with a smile, as she closed the door.\n\nMorgan was convinced Lily had done all this *just* to say that line.\n\nShe sighed as she locked the door and turned around, her shoulders slumped. She marched towards the kitchenette of her small apartment, scrounging through the fridge for a few moments before resurfacing with a beer bottle. Her next stop was the couch, upon which she aloofly flopped down and sighed again. Someone *very* familiar sat next to her.\n\nHe had the same smooth, dark skin as Morgan. He had the same curly black hair. His hazel eyes were the same she saw in the mirror every morning. The freckles on his face matched up to hers exactly. His thick-rimmed glasses and baggy clothes were a match. \n\nMorgan took a long sip from her beer, still languishing on the couch while her “guest” sat, mutely, beside her.\n\n“So...” She finally started, breaking a long silence. “What should I call you?”\n\n“Morgan.” Came the result.\n\n“Morgan?”\n\n“Yes.”\n\n“Your name is Morgan?”\n\n“Yes it is.”\n\n“Lily named you ‘Morgan’ after me?”\n\n“No.”\n\n“Then why’s your name Morgan?”\n\n“Because it’s yours.”\n\n“Yeah, it’s *mine*... What’s yours?”\n\n“Morgan.”\n\n“Goddamnit, Lily...”\n\nMorgan took another long sip of her beer, stretching out a little bit more on her couch, kicking her feet up on her coffee table. She knew Lily meant well, but, as far as plans to cheer up a bummed-out friend went, she was always a little *too* over the top...\n\nA long series of failed relationships, awkward first dates with no follow-up, and bungled attempts at being flirty had left Morgan in a slump. Her self-esteem had taken hit after hit after hit. She had reached the point where being a couch potato, drinking and watching TV in her oversized pajamas was the highlight of her day... \n\nIt wasn’t like she had anyone to dress up for... \n\nOr to get *undressed* for, as a matter of fact...\n\nShe would’ve been perfectly content with the crux of her romantic-life being battery-operated, but Lily had had other ideas. A *normal* best friend would’ve approached the problem by helping her finish a six pack, or by watching a stream of sad romance movies with her, or, at the extreme, by pushily trying to get her into somebody’s pants...\n\nLily was *not* a *normal* best friend. Being a witch, she had access to methods of friend-cheering-up that went beyond conventional extremes. Apparently, she had thought getting Morgan into another person’s pants wasn’t an adequate way of raising her self esteem... \n\nNo, no... Much better to get Morgan into her own pants in *the* most complicated way...\n\n“So, you’re supposed to be... like... a clone of me?” Morgan asked.\n\n“Yes.” Morgan replied, sitting on the couch next to her.\n\n“But, y’know, *a guy*...”\n\n“Yes.”\n\n“With a dick and everything.”\n\n“Yes.”\n\n“Does it work?”\n\nMorgan looked over to the odd reflection of herself, who looked at her just as intently.\n\n“I believe so.” He responded, as last, gesturing towards his lap.\n\nMorgan could just make out the faint outline of *something* beneath the fabric of his shorts.\n\n“Dude...” \n\n“Is something wrong?”\n\n“Ye- I mean, no... I mean... Ugh! Goddamnit Lily!”\n\nMorgan set her beer down on the coffee table with a rather loud *clack* and stood. She brought her hands up to her face, covering it as she drew in a sharp, nasal breath. She let it hiss out again as she paced, letting her hands fall to her hips as she looked back to him.\n\n“If I’m upsetting you, I can go into the other room...” He spoke up.\n\n“Can you *go*?” Morgan asked. “I mean, as in *entirely*?”\n\n“No...”\n\n“No?”\n\n“Mistress Lily tasked me to stay the night, here, with you.”\n\n“Of course she did...” \n\n“She wanted to ‘prove that you were cute and loveable’. She also wanted to ‘break your dry-spell’, but instructed me to ‘not be pushy about it’.”\n\n“Like her sticking me with a gender-bent clone of myself for the evening wasn’t ‘pushy’ of *her*...” Morgan grumbled, falling back onto the couch.\n\nShe rolled her head back onto the back of the seat and stared at her popcorn ceiling for a while. She closed her eyes, maintaining the silence as she sat there with herself... Her *other* self... Fuck, this was confusing.\n\nEventually, she let her head roll to the side, and opened her eyes. Morgan still sat next to her, an empty cushion between them. His eyes were fixed straight forward, watching the flickering TV. \n\nThe more she looked at him, the more she started to realize he actually was kind of cute... The dancing blue glare of the television made his eyes look like they were sparkling, intent and full of curiosity as he watched some random program play out...\n\nHe was in very good physical shape. It was clear he didn’t hit the gym religiously, but he was still muscular, thin, and tall...\n\nHis hair was dark, thick, and curly... A perfect place for Morgan to dig her fingers into while he...\n\nFuck...\n\n“Fuck...” Morgan sighed. “Really!?”\n\n“Morgan?” Morgan asked, concerned.\n\n“Shut up.” Morgan commanded. “Shut up and stand up.”\n\nMorgan complied, standing from his seat and turning to face Morgan. She eyed the visage of a bulge still poking at the front of his baggy pajama shorts. \n\n“You’re hard.”\n\n“Yes.”\n\n“You want to fuck me.”\n\n“Yes.”\n\n“Because Lily wants you to fuck me.”\n\n“Because Mistress Lily wants you to fuck me.” Morgan contradicted, his vernacular taking a shift towards the blunt.\n\nMorgan sighed for the umpteenth time that night. She reached forward, collecting a remote control from the coffee table and clicking a button. The TV screen went blank, leaving the room dark save for what little light filtered in through the slits between the blinds over the window.\n\n“Take off your shorts and come here.”\n\n[Cont.]"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A strange ad in the paper: "I am seeking a local nemesis for a sexy frenemy relationship" | [
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"content": "\"So, let me get this straight.\" Jason looked across the table at the girl who'd posted the ad, taking in her bizarre outfit and her keen smile. \"You're a superhero.\"\n\n\"Yep!\" she replied, adjusting her black domino mask and proudly sticking out her chest. \"I'm Punch Girl.\"\n\nShe didn't exactly get points for originality, thought Jason, but she'd certainly dressed for the job she'd wanted: her canary-yellow leotard was emblazoned with a bright, sparkly, red fist right where Superman's 's' would be. That plus the the tights, the boots, and the cape -- which Jason thought might be a bed sheet -- were *evocative* of a real superhero outfit, even if they wouldn't fool anyone in the right lighting.\n\n\"Hm.\" Jason sat back in his chair, peering idly around the room for a moment -- they were meeting in what was, as far as he could tell, Punch Girl's real kitchen, which was fairly tidy in spite of her overabundance of eccentricity -- and then back to the girl. \"What's your power?\"\n\n\"I have a black belt in karate,\" Punch Girl explained, sincerely.\n\n\"Well, that's more than I've got,\" said Jason, shrugging. \"And you posted that ad because you're looking for...?\"\n\n\"A sexy evil nemesis,\" said Punch girl. \"Every hero needs one!\"\n\n\"Uh-huh,\" Jason replied, nodding a little. \"Do you think I'm sexy?\"\n\nPunch Girl looked Jason up and down, gaze sweeping over his buzzed, black hair, his dark skin, and his fit figure. \"Yes,\" she replied, shamelessly.\n\n\"Do you think I'm evil?\" asked Jason, quirking a brow.\n\n\"I dunno yet,\" said Punch Girl, airily. \"That's what the interview's for.\"\n\nThere was a long, pregnant pause.\n\n\"So...\" Jason leaned forward a little. \"Is this, or is this not, an excuse to do some kinky stuff? 'Cause I cannot get a read on you *at all*.\"\n\n\"Well, I mean,\" Punch Girl replied, reaching up to tuck a loose lock of wavy, brown hair behind one of her ears, \"that would be *nice*, but I really am looking for a nemesis. It's important for my image. Hard to be a superhero without a supervillain, y'know?\"\n\n\"Right,\" said Jason, as though any of this made sense. \"Well, in that case, for my first act as, uh, Jason the Argonaut--\"\n\n\"Nice name,\" declared Punch Girl. \"Very mythical.\"\n\n\"--thanks. How 'bout I, uhm, tie you up and fuck you into submission?\"\n\nPunch Girl frowned, thinking the offer over. \"Could you subdue me first?\" she replied. \"I feel like it'd be more authentic if we had a struggle beforehand.\"\n\nJason grinned. \"Whatever you say, Punch Girl.\"\n\n===\n\n\"Unf! You'll n, never win, Jason the A-Argonaut!\"\n\nJason, his belt unbuckled and his pants unzipped, was repeatedly stuffing his cock into Punch Girl's sex, his hips smacking loudly against her thighs each time. He had her bent over the arm of her sofa, her arms crossed at the wrist and tied behind her back, her leotard and underwear long since removed. \"You pathetic super-slut,\" announced Jason -- he'd really been getting into his role since their 'struggle', which had been little more than some mock fighting with a time-out in the middle so that the rope could be grabbed from the shed in the backyard. \"I already have!\"\n\nThe jury was out on whether Punch Girl really was a karate expert, but she was certainly an enthusiastic actress if nothing else. \"When I get f, free,\" she exclaimed, melodramatically, even as her core muscles clenched and her toes curled in her boots, \"I'll show you what happens to, nf... to people on the wrong side of the law -- mnf!\"\n\nJason's hand had come down so hard on Punch Girl's perfect ass that a pink palm-print now glowed in its wake. \"Silence, Punch Girl!\" he roared.\n\n\"... the neighbors...!\" warned Punch Girl, breathlessly, looking nervously toward her living room window.\n\n\"Uh -- *silence, Punch Girl*,\" he stage-whispered.\n\n\"You can be, oh fuck, louder than that,\" Punch Girl replied.\n\n\"I said *silence*, Punch Girl!\" And Jason reached down, feeling along the couch pillows until he was able to grab Punch Girl's panties, ball them up, and stuff them into her mouth, making the girl blush crimson. \"You may have some fire left in you, but I'll, oh yeah, fuck, I'll show you what Jason the Argonaut can really do!\"\n\nJason and Punch Girl kept it up for what felt like a solid half hour. He continued fucking her over the arm of the couch for awhile; then, he sat down in the middle of the couch and made her ride him with her hands still tied and her mouth still occupied, her heavy tits bouncing in front of his face; then, he had her lay on her back along the couch, eased up between her thighs, wrapped her lovely legs around his waist, and went faster and harder than ever. It was after they'd been in this position for a few minutes that he finally pulled out, grunted, and began to coat her breasts and belly in his heat, watching as she shuddered and squirmed her way through a climax of her own.\n\nAfter they'd both had some time to recover, Jason finally reached down and pulled Punch Girl's panties out of her mouth. \"*Wow*,\" she breathed, grinning giddily up at him. \"You were amazing! Same time next week?\"\n\nJason peered bemusedly down at her. \"Are you *sure* you're a superhero and you don't just have some wacky fetishes?\"\n\nPunch Girl shrugged. \"Why not both?\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: While attempting to summon a lesser imp to do her household chores, a newly-minted witch fumbles her words and instead calls forth a powerful lust demon. | [
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"content": ">Contains: A summoning gone wrong, a demon, non-con.\n\n\"Okay Raz, lets go over this one last time.\" Lucia tucked a stray strand of hair back behind her ear as she nervously scanned the diagram in her grimoire. Raz, her albino raven familiar, cocked her head to one side and cawed loudly. \"No, no. I'm alright. Look, we've got everything set. The larger pentagram, ringed in an unbroken boundary of salt, the ram's skull acting as a bridge between it and my smaller pentagram...\" Raz cawed again, insistently, and flapped her wings to emphasis her point.\n\n\"Oh? So what have I done wrong then? It's all here, exactly as it's supposed to be.\" Raz flew up from her perch, instead choosing to settle in the rafters of the old barn, well out of reach. \"Thanks!\" Lucia exclaimed angrily, \"Such a resounding vote of confidence. Splendid.\"\n\nFrowning, Lucia put her grimoire down and paced around the arrangement, checking everything for the fourth time. \"I don't know what you see, Raz, because it's set up perfectly. I mean, I haven't lit the candles yet, but that's always the penultimate step.\" Raz ruffled her features audibly and began to make a great show of preening herself.\n\n\"What do you mean it's me!? I'm not groomed? The hell's that supposed to mean?\" The white raven didn't respond. \"You know what, you're supposed to be helping me with these sorts of things, not undermining my confidence. I'm doing it now, before you can do anything else to embarrass yourself.\"\n\nLucia made her way to the center of the smaller of the two pentagrams and seated herself cross legged. \"It's just a simple summoning, an imp to do chores. Just you wait and see.\" Turning her attention to the task before her, Lucia murmured an entreaty to the spirits of fire and the five ornate candles, each at one of the five points of the larger pentagram, flared into brilliant life. They cast bright, orange light into the barn, but the overall atmosphere darkened, for the natural light of the sun faded from view.\n\n\"Oh spirits of the Earth, manifestations of the will of the Living, protectors of the mortal domain, shield me.\" Lucia carefully intoned the words of the spells she would need, projecting her voice so that it filled the room. \"Oh spirits of Water, manifestations of purity and healing, bringers of peace, guide me. Oh spirits of Day, hunter's of evil, watch over me.\" She paused, noting the sudden dampness in the air, and the brightness in the barn. It was raining outside, although it had not been mere moments before. A half-dozen shafts of sunlight gleamed in the oddly-dark space, each one focused on the larger of the pentagrams, like hunting dogs waiting for the command to pounce.\n\nTaking a final deep breath, Lucia spoke the final words, the summoning itself. \"Oh spirits of the dead, those who walk between worlds, bring me a demon, a demon with the power to...\" Raz started to screech in alarm, her piercing tones echoing weakly in the frigid, ice-crusted space even as the wall s of the barn warped and twisted, as the veil between worlds was rent open. It was too late, of course, for the spell had already begun, and as Lucia realized her mistake, she was powerless to prevent the final words from flowing from her tongue. \"...to fulfill my desires.\"\n\nThe world groaned, like the hull of some ancient ship before the battering of a storm, a terrible rending that tore through Lucia's body and mind. She screamed as it surged through her, a scream that was totally lost in the shuddering of the earth and the cracking of ice. The summoning circle was filled with a column of steam and fire and the blinding rays of the sun as the spirits she had called forth battled against whatever force she had foolishly conjured. The candles exploded, one by one, spattering her face and clothes with molten wax.\n\nWhen the last candle splattered across the room, all fell back into silence and normality. The interior of the barn was exactly as it had been, the old wooden planks and beams, the shafts of sunlight shining through the gaps in the roof, the dirt floor, adorned with old traces of hey and dried leaves. Lucia tried to sit up. Weakly pushing herself up onto her elbows. she scanned the room. Raz was gone from the rafters. Lucia turned her way this way and that, desperate to locate her familiar. She wasn't there. Instead, in the center of her summoning circle was a void, a sphere of nothingness that defied her understanding.\n\nSuddenly terrified to move, Lucia gazed into the swirling blackness of the orb. It was staring back at her. The immense weight of it's attention caused her aching muscles to tremble. Lucia's trembling was the only movement in the barn. Her witches hat slipped from her head and cold sweat sprang up over her entire body. Time itself seemed to have paused to watch the events unfolding in the barn.\n\n\"I see. A rookie mistake.\" A deep, masculine voice came from within the void and time resumed. Lucia's arms gave out and she fell back onto the dirt floor. Her face was red and stinging from the heat of the wax as tiny droplets hardened in place. \"You were seeking something a little more... manageable, I think?\"\n\nLucia didn't speak. She just lay there, petrified by the enormity of the presence that sat before her, patiently... *Patiently?*\n\nShe sat up, her muscles suddenly responding to her direction. She angrily rubbed the wax from her face with one hand as she glowered at the void in her summoning circle. \"The fuck are you?\"\n\nA deep, rolling laughter filled the barn, echoing eerily from the rotting planks. Bemusement. \"Oh, oh my. What it is to be young, witch. 'The fuck am I?' I am what you called forth, a demon with the power to fulfill your desires.\" As it finished its final word, it transposed forwards, across the still-intact salt barrier, right into her smaller pentagram. It had a face now, humanoid and male, with razor-sharp teeth and a wide, full-lipped smile. The void of its eyes somehow sparkled with intelligence and humor. It was so close to her that their noses almost touched.\n\nLucia flinched back, tumbling away from the demon's sudden appearance, her mind reeling with shock. *It crossed the barrier. It didn't break it, it didn't spell it aside, it simply crossed...* Her racing thoughts were interrupted as a clawed hand closed over her neck, arresting her fall. \"My, my, what a naughty human you are.\" It was crouched over her, bending closer with that warm, lethal smile, drawing in a long breath from her sweaty neck. \"You just had to be one of those kinds of people didn't you? You sure summoning me was a mistake at all?\"\n\n*It's got me around my neck. I can't escape. I can't physically fight it, and it's squeezing just enough to stop me casting spells... Why haven't we witches worked out how to cast non-verbal spells yet?*\n\n***\n\nAs stupid a place as this is to cut off the story, I'm really struggling to transition to the part where Lucia starts to enjoy herself.\n\nI'm not quite sure if I need more character development up front, to spend more time in her head sooner, maybe even have her distracted by thoughts of being dominated by a demon during the actual summoning, or if I just need to press on a little. Some direct advice on how to progress would be very much appreciated, even if it does mean heavily re-writing it. How would you like to see it changed/continued?\n\nObviously, I'll continue to think on it and will, if anything comes to mind, edit it to match. If not, then I suppose it'll just be an unfinished attempt."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Being a vampire isn't so bad when your significant other is totally into it. | [
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"content": "When we first started to live together, Lady Olivier insisted that I didn't change my routine for her. She said that I should keep my day job, in the literal sense. She told me that people turning their lives upside down just for her reminded her of the bad old days, and that it was exactly the sort of thing she wanted to avoid now if she was going to be in a proper relationship.\n\nShe's not really a Lady, by the way. Or at least, not a Lady of anywhere that exists in this day and age. It's just an old affectation that she still enjoys when we're being a bit more sub/dom. Everyone else just calls her Cassie, as do I when I'm not serving her.\n\nOh, and saying we live together is *technically* incorrect.\n\nShe rises when the sun sets, of course; on weekdays that means I get anything from one to four hours with her in the evening, depending on the time of year, before I need to head to bed. That's more than a lot of couples get, so I'm not complaining. \n\nSome times she feeds on me before I sleep, especially at the weekends when I can stay up longer to be with her; she doesn't do it every day, but we make special occasions for it when possible. And my god, it always, *always feels so good.* It's like getting high and having an orgasm all in one hot, tight package. Some people get off on being choked, but this is like getting that light-headed arousal *way* more directly and powerfully.\n\nCassie's always amused by just how strongly I react to it, by the way. Apparently everyone feels good when a vampire feeds on them, but I'm the only she's actually seen have an old-fashioned orgasm while she's drinking. I don't play with myself every time she feeds on me though, because a lot of the time it feels more... Romantic, and classy, to have her do it without me making a mess of my underwear, but she lets me go to town when we're both feeling nasty. Speaking of which, when someone's been around for over a hundred years and looking drop-dead gorgeous through all of it, you know they'll have picked up some odd kinks. Like she loves having me serve her on my hands and knees, letting me be her eager slave; she doesn't enjoy any kind of non-con roleplay though, says it brings back more bad memories, but she's up for just about anything else.\n\nLike you know the *Underworld* movies? She finds them hilarious, but they did get one thing right; vampires look *amazing* in latex. And since she doesn't have any sweat or body heat, it's *almost* practical for her to wear that stuff.\n\nOh, speaking of body heat... If you've ever gotten a shock from someone having cold feet in bed, a vampire lover might not be for you. Depending on the time of year, some times she's snuggling under the covers to sleep through the day before I'm waking up, and that's *cold*. Personally I take it as a challenge, cuddling extra close, wrapping the duvet nice and tight around us both to warm her up and cool me down while she falls asleep.\n\nAnd it goes without saying, she's a heavy sleeper. I mean, all vampires are, it's biological, or... Whatever the supernatural equivalent for biology is. They pretty much can't wake up during the day, ever, for any reason.\n\n...That used to worry me a lot. I was terrified of there being a house fire during the day, while I'm at work. She'd sleep right through it, and even if she survived the fire itself, any exposure to sunlight...\n\nWell. I'm glad we saved up for that panic room to use as a bedroom. It's a lot harder to rent a crypt to sleep in when you're in the middle of the city, after all. Heh, when the salesman talked about it bringing pace of mind, he had no idea how right he was.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nSo yeah, that's pretty much what life with her is like. So if you're going to date a vampire, my advice is to prepare for their night-time schedule and the unusual precautions they have to take, and if it's going to become a long-term thing you might have to make some big purchases. Don't expect much sex unless you *like* the whole tongue-stuck-to-a-lamp-post effect, but the feeding will feel so good you're not going to miss it.\n\nI'd say it's worth it, but then again I liked a bit of biting before I even met Lady Olivier, so perhaps I'm biased.\\~"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: In a Hail Mary attempt at receiving a passing grade after failing her tests, Karla dons her sexiest outfit and marches to the teachers' lounge where she loudly exclaims "Professor, I will do anything to pass this class". | [
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"content": "“Erm? Professor?” You ask nervously, poking your head around the door to my office as you knock.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n“Yes Karla - what can I do for you?” I look up for a moment from grading papers as you slip into my office, closing the door behind you. Not for the first time, it occurs to me that you are by far my prettiest graduate student.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n“Well, Professor, it’s about my final grade…” You begin to tell me sheepishly. You launch into an explanation, in more detail than I want to know, of all of the reasons why you have not been as attentive in class as you would like to have been, and why your final paper was so disappointing. I lean back in my chair and let you talk, not listening, but instead admiring your shapely young body through the thin fabric of your summer dress. I enjoy the way your long dark hair frames your adorable face, brushing your bare shoulders and emphasizing the milky white of your full breasts.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nI’m just contemplating the charming way your brow wrinkles with anxiety as you tell me about your financial worries, and your multiple jobs, when I realize your speech is coming to an end. “It’s just that…” You conclude, shifting your weight uncomfortably from one foot to the other as you flick your hair nervously. “…my financial aid depends on me maintaining straight ‘A’s - if I fail your course I’ll loose my scholarship.”\n\n&#x200B;\n\n“So what do you want from me, Karla?” I ask you, amused by how uncomfortable the direct question appears to make you.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n“I - erm, I guess I wondered whether there was any way for you to, erm, change my grade? I mean, maybe I could resubmit, or something?” You stammer, clasping your hands and fidgeting.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nI let the question hang awkwardly for a moment as you shift your weight apprehensively from one foot to the other, your sweetly curved hips rocking from left to right, my gaze resting on your beautiful waistline, offering an invitingly sensual contour that emphasizes your soft femininity.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n“Well, Karla, the Faculty Board does allow professors to offer students alternative ways of demonstrating competence in rare cases. I’m not sure that re-submitting your paper is going to help though. Is there anything else that you are good at Karla?” I let my gaze rest on the view of your perfect breasts that your low cut dress gives, amused to see that you are not wearing a bra. I allow myself to wonder whether you are aware that the way the light fabric of your dress shapes your plump mounds accentuates your firm nipples.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n“P-professor? I - erm - I don’t know what you mean?” You say nervously, unconsciously adjusting the way the dress cups your breasts in a futile attempt to provide some modesty. I smile at the idea that you are beginning to wonder whether the strategy of wearing such a revealing outfit was a good one.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n“Don’t you, Karla? Well, that’s disappointing. I’d assumed that you’d chosen to dress this way to come and see me for a reason. Please close the door on your way out.” I make a show of turning back to my grading.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n“No - I - erm, maybe?” You stammer, but I interrupt you, putting my finger to my lips.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n“Shhh. I’m not interested in anything you have to say. You dressed that way this morning hoping that the sight of you looking sexy would be enough to win me over. It’s not - not even close. Let me save us both some time Karla. You’re going to sound shocked - shocked at the idea of performing sexual favors for grades Karla, but eventually you’re going to talk yourself into the idea of offering a reluctant hand-job or even a resentful blow-job. But that’s not enough Karla, I’m not interested in half measures. Do you know how many young women are in your situation? You’re not bright enough for graduate school Karla, but you are very pretty, and you do have a great body, and that means you will do fine as long as you’re willing to play the game. You have a choice Karla. You can turn around and walk out with your dignity, and I’ll make sure you get flunked out of school, or you can take your dress off, and you can seduce me. I don’t make this offer to every young woman who comes to me, and to pass my class you’ll need to work. You’ll need to give me the best sex I’ve ever had.”\n\n&#x200B;\n\nI see the struggle play out briefly in your furrowed brow, the conflicting emotions of shame and need, but it doesn’t take long for the thoughts of your scholarships and grades to win out over your sense of self-respect. Slowly, nervously, you lift the sundress over your head, your perfect orbs swinging free as you kick off your shoes, standing now in just your white panties. You shiver slightly, I’m not sure whether with cold or humiliation.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nWhen your eyes meet mine for the first time, and I see a new resolve in them. You slide a thumb down each side of the elastic of your knickers, then slowly lower them down your thighs, letting them fall to the floor. I’m taken aback by the sight of your beguiling beauty and intoxicating innocence. It’s what I love most about my job, the chance to taste the purity and virtue of young women untainted by the compromises and disappointments that will come to them later in life. I grin as you step towards me, more confident already, bending to kiss me passionately as you sit, toned legs straddling my torso, and begin to loosen my tie."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You've been having nightly dreams about an attractive stranger seducing you. You don't think too much about it until your shy coworker makes a reference to something from one of your dreams and suddenly falters, blushing. | [
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"content": "The green tea was hot but welcome, Jacob thought as he held the mug with both hands. The steam rolled over his face as he held it closer before taking another tentative sip. He put it down on the dark wood table and looked around the dimly lit restaurant. He heard indistinct voices from gray shadows, figures at other tables that were impossible to focus on, and a bright light emanating from a doorway to the kitchen. He saw the cloth valance over the doorway, in the style of sushi restaurants. *Sushi? I don't like sushi*, he thought as a feminine silhouette appeared in the light. \n\nThe dark figure approached him, still obscured by the halo of light behind her. The way it outlined her shoulders, hips, and thighs, Jacob could tell that she didn't wear a stitch of clothing. The naked stranger brought a tray of dishes and began to set them down at his table: a bento box with chicken teriyaki and edamame pods, a bowl of miso soup. As she leaned over to set down each plate, Jacob could feel the sweet smelling heat coming from her skin, the curve of her breasts moving up and down like waves of the ocean. He felt his cock swell with arousal, twitching against his thigh. That's when he realized he was also naked, yet completely comfortable. As she set the last dish down, Jacob placed his hand on top of hers.\n\n\"How can I help you?\" the shaded woman asked. Her darken head looked down at his crotch. \"Oh, let me take care of that.\"\n\nShe pulled his chair away from the table and knelt between his legs. He could only see a sliver of her body in the light, like a waxing moon. The rest of her body was only hinted at in the darkness, a hand that found his cock and balls began to stroke him gently. \n\n\"Is this all for me?\" she asked coyly. Jacob felt her hot breath on his tip as she closed her mouth around it for a moment, tasting him with the flat of her tongue. \"Am I making you hard now, sir?\"\n\n\"Y-yes,\" he managed to say as she went back to his cock and sucked him slowly. He felt her fingernails graze his inner thighs as she moved up and down, building more pleasure inside him. He held onto the arm rests and thrust his hips, feeling the back of her throat as he plunged deeper and deeper. \n\n\"I'm gonna cum,\" he grunted. He tried to push her away but his hands went through her head and shoulders, as if she were made of smoke. His cum shot in the air as the restaurant slowly dissolved, fading into darkness, her voice whispering, \"*irasshai*.\"\n\nHis whole world was falling away until he woke up in his bed, his alarm blaring from the nightstand. As Jacob peeled off the bed sheet, he noticed his boxers were cold and sticky. \"Jesus, not again,\" he muttered to himself. This was the third time he had the sushi dream. He shook his head and got ready for work.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"Hey Jacob, we're going out to lunch...Hoops and Hops. You want in?\" asked Phil. \n\n\"You guys go on ahead, I need to catch up on work,\" Jacob replied. He thought about the distracting dreams were affecting his work and sighed. He looked around the office and noticed he wasn't the only one. Amanda was head down at her desk too. \n\nShe was new, transferring from the city branch about a month ago. *Pretty*, Jacob thought, although she kept to herself, only going to a happy hour one time when she started. She must have felt his eyes on her because she spun in her chair and looked over at him. The recognition that they were both staring at each other for a moment surprised them, and they both scurried to get back to work. Jacob stood up and walked to the break room to get a coffee. \n\n\"Working through lunch, huh?\" he heard Amanda say behind him. She walked over to the pantry and grabbed a packet of green tea. \"This quarterly report is a mess.\"\n\n\"Yeah, Reynolds mentioned how last month was a clusterfuck-\" he said. \"Pardon my language.\"\n\nAmanda giggled and dispensed the hot water into her mug. \"It's okay, I'm no prude. You're right though, the numbers are fucked.\"\n\nJacob did a spit out a little coffee, spattering it on the floor and his dress shirt. He'd never heard Amanda say anything inappropriate. He grabbed paper towels and began to wipe the floor, then dab his shirt until all that was left were dried brown spots. \"Glorious,\" he said sarcastically.\n\n\"I quit coffee a while back,\" Amanda started, \"partially because I end up wearing a little of what I'm drinking.\" She dabbed her finger into her mug and flicked a drop onto her shirt. \"Green tea doesn't stain.\"\n\n\"Does it taste good?\"\n\n\"It's not as strong a flavor as coffee, but this brand is pretty good.\" She handed him the empty wrapper. There was an Hokusai-inspired illustration of Mount Fuji and writing that Jacob didn't understand. \"I used to go to this sushi place in the city and I asked them what tea they used before moving out here, so I could stock up.\" She stood closer and put the mug under his nose. \"Would you, like a sip?\"\n\nThe word, *sushi*, echoed in Jacob's mind, and he forgot where he was, suddenly thinking about the dark restaurant. His shoulders slacked and he leaned against the counter, as if the steam from her tea was melting his body. He slowly pawed at his pants, trying to move his hardening cock into a more comfortable position. He twisted it upright until the bulge was against his fly. His eyes fluttered as he tried to regain his composure. \n\n\"What...what's the brand of tea is it?\" he asked quietly.\n\nAmanda put the mug on the counter and wrapped her arms around him, standing on her tiptoes to whisper in his ear, \"It's called, *Irasshai*.\"\n\nJacob moaned and his knees buckled. Amanda caught him as he fell forward into her. He was unable to move his limbs but he could feel the heat from her chest as he began to slide down, her scent just like in the dream. His face felt every curve as he descended down her breasts, belly and pencil skirt. She propped him up against the cabinet and knelt in front of him. She held his face, gently stroking his cheeks. Jacob awoke in a daze.\n\n\"Jacob, are you alright?\" she asked, looking for him in his eyes. \"Are you in there, Jacob?\"\n\n\"You... how did you... why?\" he asked, confused.\n\n\"I'm sorry, Jacob, I didn't know you'd react so strongly to it.\" She waited until she could see his pupils return to normal, and felt his body regain its balance. \"You should be okay now, can you stand?\"\n\nHe held her shoulders and boosted himself back onto his feet. He was still a little woozy but felt better. Looking down, he recognized her shape, the way her body looked between his legs. \"You were in my dreams?\"\n\nShe looked up at him and blushed, then nodded. \"I didn't mean to hurt you, and I know this seems weird. I'm sorry I confused you.\"\n\n\"Was it, actually *you* in my dreams? In the sushi restaurant?\"\n\n\"Bringing in the bento box? Well, yes and no... mostly no. I've been leaving subconscious clues around the office but you're the only person who's picked up the signal. I'm not Freddy Kruger, okay? I'm not in your mind. But the clues and cues I've left around are designed to elicit a specific dream. If you're around the them enough times, the dream gets stronger, and more clear.\"\n\n\"That's incredible! You're incredible!\" he exclaimed. He helped her get back up to her feet. Jacob reached for her waist, expecting her to dissolve into smoke, but was pleasantly surprised when he grasped her shirt. \"You're real, right?\"\n\n\"As real as you are, Jacob.\" Amanda leaned in for a kiss and smiled when his lips met hers. She tilted her head as he kissed her soft skin. \"This is real,\" she whispered, pulling him even closer.\n\nJacob spun her around and pressed his bulging pants into her ass. He held her hips and ground into it breathing hard on her neck. He ached for more, and started to pull up her skirt over her ass. She reached behind and held the back of his head with one and, while the other unbuckled his pants. His cock burst through the open fly and he let it rest on her panties. \n\n\"Fuck, I need you, Jacob, \" she moaned as she slid on his cock. \"I'm so wet, Jacob, please fuck me.\"\n\nHe pulled her soaked panties to the side and guided his cock to her pussy. He rubbed the tip against her lips until it glistened, then he slowly entered her. Her pussy held him tight as they both let out soft moans. She eased back and let in more of his shaft. She loosened her grip on him and let her arms fall down. Jacob grabbed her by her elbows and used them for leverage as he began to fuck her.\n\n\"Oh, Amanda, you're so fucking good,\" he moaned as her ass slapped into him. She bounced off his cock and he pulled her back, driving deeper into her hot pussy. \n\n\"Right there! Yes, fuck!\" she moaned as she felt him hit all the right spots. Her knees began to shake and she knew she was close. He held her body up and impaled on his cock as she shuddered, her orgasm ripping all control from her. She dropped to her knees and took his cock into her mouth and he fucked her face with slamming it to the back of her throat. \n\n\"Oh god,\" he grunted as he came on her face until cum dripped from her cheeks and chin. \"Oh fuck,\" he said, exhausted. He handed her a paper towel and she cleaned herself. \n\n\"I can make are your dreams come true, and make your dreams as sexy as you want,\" she said, fixing her skirt. \"Would you like that?\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nJacob recognized the room; it was the kitchen at the Olive Garden where he'd worked as a cook. Amanda came in, wearing the black server's apron and nothing else. He grinned from ear to ear and grabbed two plates of creamy tiramisu. \n\n\"When you're here...\" she said , then gasped as he smeared the desserts onto her breasts. He never let her finish the welcome. \n\n***\nComments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A Slow, Precision Job... | [
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"content": "Sniping’s a good job, its challenging work, outdoors and I guarantee you won’t go hungry. As long as there’s two people left on the planet, someone is gonna want someone dead. Sometimes there’s a little too much demand though and you end up having to combine work and social obligations. \n\nVeronica lay down on the soft grass, feeling it tickling her throat as Jeremy kissed the small of her back and began to pull her pants down slowly. \n\nVeronica opened the case in front of her and with slow practiced hands began to assemble the tool of her trade. She checked each of the parts for wear or dirt once more before she began to put them together as she felt Jeremy’s hand slap her ass hard. \n\n“I thought we agreed that today was going to be about us.” Jeremy said sternly.\n\n“Yes. We did.” Veronica said meekly as the rifle slowly came together. \n\n“And what are you doing right now?” Jeremy asked as two hard slaps struck her ass.\n\n“Working.” Another hard slap struck her. \n\n“Working.” Jeremy nodded. “You’re a bad girl. Breaking promises to your man. Aren’t you?”\n\n“Yes.” Another two hard smacks hit her already reddening ass cheeks.\n\n“Yes what?”\n\n“Yes I’m a bad girl who broke an important promise to my man and needs to be punished.” Veronica whimpered as the rifle building was completed. \n\n“Well as long as you realize it then I guess there is still hope for you.” Jeremy’s hand caressed her ass gently for a moment before pulling away and for an agonizingly long moment of anticipation nothing happened, before suddenly the hand came crashing down with as much force as he could muster. The blow made Veronica whimper and the scope jump as she tried to put her eye to it. “I’m doing this because I love you, you understand that right?”\n\n“Y-yes.” Veronica whimpered as she got the scope to her eye and began scanning the country estate for her target. \n\n“Good, then count them for me to make sure you remember your lesson.” Jeremy claimed.\n\n“1” Veronica counted as the first slap landed. She found the target in the pool. Two more slaps rang out in the idyllic countryside. “2, 3” She counted, her body shivering with each blow as her ass started tingling from the pain. “4” Another slap struck as the target took a break against the side of the pool talking to someone unimportant. Target was treading water, leaning against the side of the pool, a nice stationary ta- “5!” She gasped as a blow shook off her aim. “I had hi-“ She began to exclaim only to be interrupted by the hardest slap yet.\n\n“Don’t talk back while you’re being punished.” He chided her and struck twice more. “Those were for not knowing your place. Now you better start counting again.” He struck hard on the red cheeks.\n\n“6!” Veronica yelped as she found her target again on its way out of the pool. The target was- “7! 8!” She gasped as the blows landed- on its way over to the sun chairs. She felt his fingers on her sore ass, caressing it softly as she watched her target take a seat, in a fraction of a second his fingers were gone and his palm struck her so hard she felt the grass under her grow moist from the excitement. “9…” She moaned and fought to steady her breath, her target was seated now. Stationary, easy target. She checked the wind speed, confirmed the distance and slowed her heartrate. The hands caressing her ass sent a tingle up her spine, and she waited. The hands groped her ass, enjoying the warmth and sensitivity they had brought up in her ass, and she waited. The hands slowly pulled away from her until just the fingertips remained against her sore cheeks, and she waited. \n\nAgonizingly slowly the fingers departed from her, one digit at a time, and as the last finger left her ass she squeezed the trigger. The knockback hammered the stock into her shoulder moments before his hand hit her ass once again and she let out a squeal of pain and excitement. “10!” She moaned as she watched her target be eliminated before the sound of the shot even reached the estate. “Thank you.” She whimpered. “For taking the time to discipline me.” \n\n“You’re worth the effort.” Jeremy said softly as he kissed her sore ass. “Now pack up and let’s get going. We’re still going on our picnic right?” \n\n“Of course.” Veronica said, leaving the rifle in the grass to get up on her knees and face him. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” She said, throwing her arms around him and giving him a heartfelt kiss as he rested his hands on her ass."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: “We are the Borgasm. We will add your unique lusts, passions, and desires to our own. You will adapt to service us, and enjoy being serviced in turn. Resistance is futile, but we encourage you to try anyway because that would be so hot.” | [
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"content": "Contains: Non-con\n\n----\n\nSileia was smiling.\n\nAs a rule, Vulcans never smiled. Among their own kind, smiling demonstrated weak-mindedness and lack of control. Amidst aliens, it was a sighting even more rare than a black hole, like they'd agreed as a species that the first one to do it publicly would be exiled forever. If there were any Vulcan philosophical consequences for the kind of smile Sileia had right now, they'd be dire.\n\nHer eyelids were heavy, and the eyes hooded behind them were glassy and empty somehow, like snow globes without anything inside. She wasn't dead, but she certainly wasn't present. Her lips curled happily at the edges like she'd just remembered a great joke someone told her once. She sputtered, and a white fluid dribbled from her lips, down over her chin. It made a mess over her jumpsuit as it spilled. She didn't care.\n\nShe kneeled there, happy and helpless, as the Borg soldier who had just incapacitated her closed in to do something worse.\n\nThe twelve other Borg drones that now occupied the bridge of the *Hathev* turned to Aeddan, regarding him as a target. He slammed the blast door's emergency shut switch, unable to do anything else. After a second, he remembered he had legs, and he ran.\n\n*Hathev* was a lovely ship. It was long and sleek and key-shaped, with the head of the key being a classic Vulcan circular drive ring that Aeddan thought made their ships beautiful compared to Terran wing-and-fuselage design. The blade of the key was what kept most of the 150 souls aboard housed, fed, and busy. Now, it was where they would fight for their lives, and where they would lose that fight.\n\nFive minutes ago, a Borg ship with no known configuration materialized out of the void. It was huge. If *Hathev* was a key, then this Borg ship was about the size of a baseball bat. It was alien in the oldest sense of the word, the sort that would have made a ship full of humans want to panic and screech like monkeys. *Hathev* wasn't a ship full of humans, though, and as Aeddan ran and stifled a scream, he wished it was. At least then running and screaming wouldn't feel so out of place. Suddenly, being top of his class and exchange candidate for the Vulcan Science Academy didn't make him feel very smart anymore. \n\nAs he sprinted away from the bridge, grunting with every breath, Aeddan tried to remember what had happened to Science Officer Sileia. These Borg looked different - less bulky, less makeshift Frankenstein monsters. Sleeker, even. He remembered hundreds of tendrils reaching out from it like black jellyfish limbs. Some of them had penetrated Sileia's mouth. Aeddan hadn't watched after that.\n\nHis legs took him around a corner to some storage rooms. He heard weapons fire, screams, and gurgles from around the next corner ahead of him, and the terrified ape in his spinal cord slipped and fell to avoid going any closer. *Death there. Bad.* As he scrambled to his feet and considered doubling back, Sileia's glassy eyes reminded him that back where he came from was not an option. His head whipped back and forth, begging for a clear escape.\n\nThe storage room door didn't open immediately as he pressed the access pad, so Aeddan slammed at it a few times, shouting obscenities until he considered that calling the door an *\"asshole\"* might bring the death sounds over his way. Aeddan returned and the frightened chimp hid behind his brainstem for a moment. A fallen security officer he hadn't noticed before lay dead in a green puddle by the opposite wall. He dragged the guard toward the secure door; it opened for him when her corpse was close enough. Aeddan pulled the pulse rifle from her clawed hands, dove through the open door, then turned and shot the access panel. The door's emergency breach protocol slammed it shut.\n\nAeddan waited in utter stillness for what seemed like an hour in a crouched ready pose, something closest resembling what he'd seen other people who knew how to use guns would do: rifle stock at the shoulder, eyes down the depthsight's virtual target ring, safety off. His finger shivered on the trigger. The depthsight's orange glow was the only light around him, and haunting red emergency lights lit the floor nearby at one second intervals.\n\nAeddan waited. Nothing came.\n\nThe storage room was dark and quiet against the action and shouting in the corridors - that meant the environment seal was working, at least. Sometimes, he heard and felt the occasional vibration of pulse weapons. But the longer he waited, the darker and quieter it got. He slid back until he felt a bulkhead, and turned to make sure it really was a bulkhead.\n\nThen, the storage locker spoke to him.\n\n`You know you can't hide, Dr. McCann.`\n\nThe voice came from everywhere at once, vibrating from the walls, vibrating in his skull. A female voice. Delicate, tender. Sensuous, even. It didn't threaten Aeddan against hiding, or warn him of what would happen if he did. It just spoke to him like he was silly for doing so. Why should he hide when there were better things he could do? Things that were more fun. More pleasant.\n\n`Open the door, Dr. McCann.`\n\nAeddan whipped the rifle around, searching for the origin of the voice. He switched the depthsight off, worried that the sensor beam it cast out that let him see the virtualized tactical overlay of his immediate area rendered into his eyeball might be detectable to the Borg.\n\n*\"What is this,\"* he whispered to himself. *\"No, no, no, no...\"*\n\n`Please, Dr. McCann.`\n\nThe chanting that Aeddan murmured to himself was subconscious now, a byproduct of the adrenaline and the trauma. It was mindless, and completely driven by fear and a desire not to die. *\"No, no, no,\"* he whispered. He didn't even realize he was doing it until the voice whispered back.\n\n`Yes, yes, yes...`\n\nThe voice was doubled over, tripled over, as if two or three feminine voices were singing a hymn. And it was just that - singing. The voice wasn't threatening or dangerous. It was light and lilting. *Begging.*\n\n`Please let us in, Dr. McCann.`\n\n\"The... the door is locked!\" he threatened in a voice that was more explanatory than angry. \"It won't open!\"\n\n`It will. You'll open it for us.`\n\nAeddan's heartbeat hissed in his ears. He felt dizzy. He realized the rifle was shaking from the rattling sound it made in his hands.\n\n`Aeddan,` a voice said from over his shoulder."
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"content": "The woman before me moaned softly into the pillow. Kneeling behind her, grabbing her hips roughly, I focused only on reaching my orgasm as quickly as possible. Not that I didn't enjoy her stifled cries into the bed, but we both knew she was here for something else. Something beyond a few minutes of fleeting pleasure.\n\nI pressed down on her back with one hand, forcing her face back into the pillow. With my other hand, my fingers dug into her fleshy hips, I pulled her close. I buried my cock as deep as I could hold it and released with a satisfying bellow.\n\nI paused for a few seconds to catch my breath, holding the woman firmly down on the bed until she spoke.\n\n\"Uhh, what's up, you done?\"\n\n\"Yeah,\" I shook my head trying to get over the post-orgasm hangover, and I opened my eyes again, “Sorry, yeah, that's what we needed.\" I pulled out and the woman spun around to lay on her back facing me. She looked up at me expectantly. \"Right,\" I tried to put on a more professional tone, \"So let's take a look at our notes,\" I grabbed a clipboard from the nightstand and started moving down the list we had put together at the beginning of the session.\n\n\"Tummy tuck...\" I read as I laid my hand on her stomach, I felt her skin begin to contract as the fat melted away. She shivered under my touch. \"Hurt any?\"\n\n\"No... just a little... funny feeling,\" she struggled to find the words.\n\n\"I've had clients tell me it's a bit of an odd feeling, but please tell me if anything is painful. Should I continue?\" I asked. \n\nShe silently shook her head up and down.\n\n\"Perkier breasts...\" I grabbed and handful of each of the woman's tits, one at a time, and felt the tissue firm beneath my palms.\n\n\"Higher cheekbones...\" With a simply graze of my fingertips over her face I pulled her skin tighter and raised her bone structure.\n\nAfter continuing down our extensive list, I asked my client to stand and examine my work in the three paneled, floor-height mirror. We did a little more touch ups at the mirror as I stood behind her. Her hand guiding mine, shaping her body the way she wanted.\n\n\"Wow, really, I had no idea I would leave looking this damn good!\" She smiled eyeing her new body's reflection as she shifted back and forth. I was happy she was happy. And with all the work I did for her, I was happy for the big paycheck. “I haven’t felt this good about my body in years!”\n\n\"My pleasure ma'am,\" I said with a polite smile, offering her a thick robe. \"The restroom is through that door. You may clean up and get dressed in there. The second door in the restroom takes you back out to the lobby when you are done. And if you're happy with how everything turned out, please sign here,\" I offered her my clipboard and a pen, \"remember once the semen is out of your body, I can't make any more changes without scheduling another session.\"\n\n\"Oh everything came out great! You are a goddamned artist. Fucking Leonardo DiCaprio!\" I smiled, trying to hide my laughter, deciding not to correct the happy, and very wealthy client.\n\nShe departed and shut the bathroom door giving me time to throw on a robe of my own and get ready for my last client of the day. I don't want to sound like I'm complaining about a job where I get to fuck all day, but it does take a bit of a toll on the body. I popped open a little plastic bottle and tossed a blue pill down my throat. Scheduling six clients in the same day was a bit overzealous of me. I took a second pill for good measure.\n\nI stripped the sheets off the bed, sprayed a bit of deodorizer, replaced some shrinking candles (I didn't care too much for them, but the women seemed to feel more relaxed in the atmosphere), and threw some fresh bedding back on the mattress. I was just finishing up my preparations when the phone on the nightstand rung. It was my receptionist letting me know my last client was ready. Slowly the door opened. A knot quickly tightened in my stomach as I recognized my next client.\n\nThe woman entered wearing only a robe and a pair of thick, black rimmed glasses. \"Oh my God, Alex, is that you?\" She asked, the door shutting behind her. \"You grew a beard, oh my God it is you!\" she giggled a little nervously.\n\n\"Shit, Zoey, wow,\" I stammered. \"It's been years. How are you?\" We awkwardly embraced followed by an even more awkward silence. The last time we had seen each other was a rainy night after our high school graduation outside the football stadium. The next day she had left for Africa to do work with the Red Cross, and despite promising to always keep in touch, two letters were all we'd ever exchanged after that night.\n\n\"So, you do *this* now? Is this for real? I mean, does this really work?\" She asked a little incredulously.\n\n\"Absolutely,\" I said sitting in a chair and offering her a seat across from me. \"I found out I have this ability after losing my virginity in college. Needless to say, I dropped out of engineering and began studying to be a licensed plastic surgeon.\"\n\n\"Aw, how wonderful for you that you found someone who would let you fuck them,\" Zoey laughed as she played with her hair.\n\nI felt my face flush as I tried to hide a smile and pretend to be hurt, \"Kind as ever Zoey, fuck.\"\n\n\"You know I'm just kidding,\" she grinned sheepishly shrugging her shoulders, trying to look innocent.\n\nMy cheeks continued to warm as I felt my heart rate increase. I tapped my clipboard nervously with my pencil.\n\n\"OK, well down to business I guess...\" I stared down at my notes leaving a pregnant silence between us. \"Will this be weird?\" I asked suddenly. \"I mean, we have to... well... you have to let me...\"\n\nZoey let out a little awkward giggle, \"I know what you have to do. I read the brochures.\"\n\n\"Yeah, but you didn't know it was me then.\" I keep my real name and identity anonymous for obvious reasons in a job like this.\n\n\"Where's your sense of professionalism, Alex,\" Zoey teased in a faux condescending tone. \"Just cus we played some D&D together in high school!\"\n\n\"Just some D&D...\" I said, only partly pretending to be hurt.\n\n\"Oh no, no, no, Alex!\" She cut in. \"I didn't mean it like that,\" Zoey reached out and grabbed my hand in hers. She looked me right in the eye continuing, \"No, you *know* you were my best friend. We got through everything together. My shitty boyfriends, algebra tests, all that high school shit. God that feels so long ago. Sorry, I was being awfully insensitive.\"\n\nI tried to shake some uncomfortable memories from my head as I pulled my hand back. \"I know,\" I said with a sincere smile. It felt good to see her lips curl into a grin as well. \"Now, really, let's get down to business. What brings you in today?\"\n\nZoey shifted uncomfortably in her seat, \"I dunno, just ready for something different I guess. I kind of always hated my tiny boobs. Can you do Lasik? Maybe something about my lips too, I dunno, what do you think?\" Zoey had always had a bit of a mousy look to her. Less so now than in high school, but her face was still round and small, her ears stuck out a little beyond her wavy brown hair. She was still very petite with almost no chest or ass to speak of.\n\nI always wanted to respect my clients' wishes. It's their body to do with as they please, but I also felt a sense of conflict in Zoey's words. \"Well I'd like if you could be more specific. Are you sure about what you want?\"\n\n\"I just want to look a little more glamorous, you know,\" she paused breathing as she thought before speaking again, \"So I know this is going to sound dumb, but there is this guy at my office. Really cute, kind of flirty, and I think there is something there, but he's into that bombshell type, you know. I'm sure you do a lot of them here.\"\n\nI felt something crushing in my chest, \"Yeah, I know what kind of body you mean.\"\n\n\"Like, I don't want to look completely different, but I feel like I've gotten as far as my boring thin lips and flat chest can get me. Can't you help me, Alex?\" She asked.\n\nI gulped a lump down my throat, *ok, how would you react if this was any other client* I commanded myself. \"I sure can, Zoey,\" I said trying to sound positive. \"Come on over to the mirror and lets have a look.\"\n\nI stood next to her and slipped off her glasses. I looked right down into her eyes. \"Ok, yeah, hmm,\" I mumbled to myself studying her. I've done some vision correction before. It just meant changing the shape of the lenses. Definitely doable. \"And your lips?\" I said brushing my thumb along her upper lip. As I did her mouth opened slightly and she let out a warm breath, breaking against my hand. Despite having five clients earlier today, I felt something stir under my own robe. I blamed it on the little blue pills from earlier.\n\n\"Can you make them fuller?\" Zoey asked?\n\n\"Of course, it's a very easy process. You know, they have a very nice shape already, though...\" I caught myself. *She is just another client, and the client gets to decide what they look like.* I scolded myself.\n\nZoey blushed a little, \"You're sweet, Alex,\" she smiled, \"But don't you think I would look a little hotter with a set of good dick sucking lips!\" she laughed a little.\n\n*No* I thought. \"Sure, we can definitely do that,\" I said aloud.\n\n\"Really?\" she smiled excited. \"That's amazing.\"\n\n\"And then for your breasts,\" I said looking down at her robe. Slowly I parted it at the middle and Zoey rolled her shoulders back letting it slip off, exposing her chest. Two pink nipples stood erect perfectly in the center of each AA cup tit. \"What would you like with them?\"\n\n\"Nothing insane,\" Zoey began, \"like maybe a C cup. I just want to finally be able to have a little cleavage, you know?\"\n\nI delicately traced down her sternum and ran my fingers gently under one breast. They were already a great shape and feel. It would be easy to make them a little larger. \"Sure.\"\n\n\"Really?!\" She asked excitedly. \"You can do all that for me?\"\n\n(Continued)"
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"content": "Let me tell you about my friend. He's the most stylish guy I know. He's got looks, brains, and an athletic figure. This is the kind of guy that can make anything seem cool. I've seen him turn enemies into friends and turn bad situations good. However, I've never once seem him date a girl no matter how much she throws herself at him.\n\nA prime example of this was the cowgirl we met last week. He needed to go out to the countryside to do some stargazing. He wants to work for NASA and plans to help colonize Mars. It sounds super scifi, but he's driven. Anyways, he apparently this farmer invited him out to use his pastures since there's no light pollution. I agreed to go because he's my friend and I enjoy his company as much as anyone.\n\nSo the first thing that happens when we get there is this straight up cowgirl comes at him. I'm talking everything from the black and white to the huge... Well, she was endowed. She takes one look at my friend and it's clear she's got it in for him. She charges him and just as you think he's going to get tackled and drop everything, my friend stops to tie his shoe and she sails clear over him into the dirt. \n\nApparently this is a minor set back for this girl because she starts getting clever. Next thing I know, she's got us a tractor and a trailer to carry us and his equipment out to where he wants to set up. It's abundantly clear that there isn't enough space for all of us and he'd have to sit in her lap, but he takes it as an opportunity to get his daily run in. He even beat us there.\n\nBy this point, you can tell she's getting frustrated, but she's no quitter. We get the telescope set up and my friend is ready to start taking notes. That's when we hear it. The biggest, meanest bull I've ever seen (ok, I've not actually seen that many) is charging straight at us. I guess cowgirl thought she could introduce some danger to the mix and he's bond with her through the stress. Instead, this bull was going crazy from smelling cowgirl and was looking to trample us all to death.\n\nWell, it may not come as a surprise, but my friend used one of his secret techniques and tricked the bull over and over like a professional matador. Once he had the bull worn out, he had cowgirl go sit with it to keep it calm. She fell asleep and my friend had the quiet he needed for his stargazing. We were long gone by the time she woke up.\n\nThis all probably sounds unbelievable, but maybe you don't know my friend. Haven't you heard? He's Sakamoto."
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"content": "EDIT: Added another part. This becomes Part 1 of 2, Jason's POV \n\n“Are you sure you don’t mind, sweetie? I feel kind of selfish, you know. I mean, like this will be *four!* Most guys are lucky to make three, even if I spend the night.” \n\nJason couldn’t see Carlie’s face in the dim, pre-dawn light but he didn’t need to. He had her memorized. He could bring every detail into focus in a instant. Her beautiful face, the bright smile that was so warm and welcoming, those perky breasts that stretched the fabric of her uniform oh, so taught as she threw her pom poms up over her head and shook them, the long legs with the perfect taper down to those tiny feet and up to that delicious ass. \n\nShe could have anything she wanted from him! \n\n“Nah, I don’t think you are being greedy. Remember I’m getting something out of this too. I see it as you being generous.” \n\nShe was moving up and down on his cock which was longer and thicker and harder than ever before. The hitch and a twist she was putting into her motion was driving him wild. \n\n“Please Jason, do my tits, ok? Yeah, just like that with your finger tips. Oh yes! That gives me a real brrring!” \n\nJason opened his eyes and tried to interpret the word. Brrring? Is that like buzz? He sat bolt upright. No! That was brrring like in alarm clock! He fell back and groaned as he slowly realized it had been a dream. \n\nDream? Oh FUCK! One if those? Shit, did he make a mess? If he stained that comforter mom gave him it was all over. His hand shot down but the searing pain in his head convinced him deliberate speed would do. \n\nHis head was splitting. Jason lay back and tried to breathe deeply and slowly. When he regained control and resumed his assessment. Was it a wet dream? \n\nHis hand found his cock! Uh, where were his shorts? Did he mess them and pull then off? He propped up gingerly on an elbow and peered into the dim light starting to filter in through his window. He saw them on the floor bunched in a crumpled mess. He brightened a bit. They were well away from the quilt! \n\nJason managed to swing his legs over the side of the bed. He slowly passed his hand over the sheets, looking for telltale signs. Dry! Everything was dry! So far so good. He stood and took a few small steps to reach his boxers. Ever so slowly he reached down and picked them up. He ran his hands over them carefully but everything was dry. He sighed in relief. \n\nThe light was strengthening and his eyes were coming into focus. He suddenly sucked in his breath and then went clammy. Blood! Not messy cum, just blood! Uh, wait. Bright red blood? If it had dried it would be dark. \n\nHis brain rattled around in his skull as he rushed to the wall switch, but he ignored the pain. He took a close look and smelled the stain. Lipstick! \n\nJason forgot his hangover and his nakedness as he rushed to Turk’s door and threw it open. \n\n“Not funny, dickhead!” \n\nTurk groaned and muttered “what da fuck!” A mass of mussed brown hair atop a crumpled sheet floated out of the room. Jason held his briefs up with one hand and jabbed an accusing index finger at his roommate with the other. \n\n“I thought this lipstick was blood! You scared the shit out of me, asshole.” \n\nTurk just started to laugh. “Hey, don’t blame me. Those look like lip prints to me. So it’s true! She does leave a calling card.” \n\nJason stood there naked and sounding stupid as he asked “She?” \n\n“You don’t remember? Oh that is too … nah, I don’t believe you can’t remember! That’s too much!” Turk laughed long and hard before continuing. “You nailed the hottest fuck on campus and don’t remember? Oh that’s just …” \nThe rest of Turk’s words dissolved into another peal of laughter. Finally he calmed down enough to continue. \n\n“Ok, so I had just finished nailing uh, uh, the blonde and headed back to the party to look for seconds when I see you sitting in a quiet corner with Carlie Pom Poms. She's got her tongue down your throat and you’ve got your hand up her skirt. Well I’m dying to see what happens but uh, uh … another one comes up to me and gets me kinda distracted, you know. Next time I look you and Pom Poms are gone. Now you are holding up your shorts with the classic Carlie lipstick kiss. Don’t you see what happened? You fucked her and can’t remember!” \n\nJason was stunned. Could it be? As he stumbled back to his own room he racked his aching brain for a detail, any snippet of memory from last night. Slowly he realized the last thing he remembered was getting another drink after that busty red haired girl asked him if he was the TA for *Intro* and he told her only for A to M and gave her his office hours. She gave him a look and said thanks before she hurried off. \n\nJason could still see that look she gave him. That look that seemed to ask a question. The question was always something like what planet are you from or when does the mother ship depart. He had gotten that look all of his life.\n\nAfter a shower, which didn’t do much for his head, he had some breakfast which did. Then it was off to his office to start putting together his seminar. He had a hard time concentrating. Even if he *had* slept with the hottest girl on campus he knew it was a mistake. There was no way he could compete with the guys that buzzed around her. Besides, it probably never happened. But, what about that lipstick? Probably that dumb fucker Turk after all. Jason didn’t trust him. Carlie was just too good looking for him. Too good looking, too popular and too far out of his league. \n\nHe cringed at the way he had thrown away a real opportunity. He heard himself say *Only from A to M and during office hours* in his mind. What a fuck up. The redhead was cute but he probably had a chance with her.\n\nShit! He had to get this seminar put together! \n\nJason settled in and made good progress during the week. He did see the red haired woman heading into the lecture hall, but she ducked down and grabbed a seat before he could even wave. Carlie waved to him at Thursday's lecture, or so he thought. He smiled a waved back before he saw the bulk of some football players pass by. He stuck his nose into a research journal and tried to control hs blush. \n\nYes, time to move on before he made an even bigger fool of himself. \n\nFriday afternoon Jason stuck a few review articles in his briefcase along with his laptop. He had to cook and realized he could work through the review articles at home while the stew was simmering. Turk came and went after changing his shirt. Jason had articles and flow charts spread out on the dining table when the doorbell rang. He was going to ignore it but realized he should probably answer and tell the girl looking for Turk he was out of play. He got quite a surprise when he opened the door. \n\n“Hi Jason. Hey, sorry to bother you but I was wondering if I left my sweater here last week? Uh, you know, when we, uh visited?” \n\n“Gee, no Carlie. I haven’t seen it. I’m sure I would have run across it by now.” \n\n*Stupid! What the FUCK is wrong with you? RECOVER! Ask her in!* \n\n“I guess I could have missed it though. Why don’t you come in and we can have a look around.” He tried to make small talk as they walked through the apartment. “No, not in here. Let’s see, maybe in here. No, not in here.” For some reason he was avoiding his room which would have been the logical place to start. “Uh, that leaves Turk’s room.” \n\nCarlie seemed to shudder but before Jason could ask if she were cold she hurried down the hall to his room saying “No! I would *never* go in *there*!” \n\nJason followed her into his room and watched her stand at the foot of the bed and turn slowly as she took in her surroundings. He nearly moaned as he watched her perfect body on display right at the foot of his bed. He tried to focus on mom’s quilt, but found he needed to pick up one of his sweaters and hold it out in front of himself. \n\n“Gee, Jason, this is a pretty nice room. I guess I didn’t really look around too much the other night.” \n\nJason’s breath caught. It *had* happened. He saw Carlie looking at him and smiling. He smiled back and said, “Well we were pretty drunk.” \n\nCarlie laughed. “Your honesty is disarming, Jason. Yeah, I was pretty drunk, but not *that* drunk. I had something else on my mind.” She floated across the carpet and laid a soft hand on his upper arm. “You seemed pretty well focussed on our little, uh, project too. Remember? Four times, and I didn’t even stay the night!” \n\nJason waited for the brrring. It didn't come. \n\n“Well, to be honest, uh … most of the credit for that goes to you. See, I think you are just about the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.” There was a bit of a pause. Perhaps Carlie was waiting to see what he would do next. Perhaps Jason was pumping up his courage. Then he slipped his arms around her and drew her close. His voice was soft and his eyes sparkled as he looked into hers and said the most honest thing that came into his mind. \n\n“I’d love to have you stay the night, Carlie, and see how many you can get out of me.” \n\nThe girl threw her head back and laughed. \n\n“Only if you’ll share your dinner with me. Is that stew? It smells great.” \n\n“Sure,” said Jason as he slipped his hands down over her ass, “But it won’t be ready for another hour.” \n\n“Oh,” said Carlie as she pressed her hips into his, “That’s *more* than enough time for number 1!” \n\n***\n\nThanks for a great prompt. Comments and criticism are welcome."
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"content": "I sigh in frustration as I bite the tip of my pen, take a deep breath, and go back to typing in my cubicle. If he has my damn button, why is he fucking with me about it? Tiny touches, momentary, that send gasps of pleasure but nowhere \\*near\\* satisfaction coursing through my body have been hitting me at random points all afternoon. At least my husband waited until I was done with lunch.\n\nThe O button is very versatile for what it is--the longer you hold it down, the longer the orgasm is. The harder you press it, the more intense it is. I \\*know\\* he's going to send me into pleasure hell sometime today, but why the fuck is he waiting? I try to clear my head and focus on my work.\n\nI hear a familiar voice from behind me; \"hey TKW, how's it going?\"\n\nGreat, *Tom*. Don't get me wrong, he's probably the guy I have to count as my best friend, to the point of being friends with benefits with both my husband and I on occasion. But he's an almighty smartass who loves fucking with me more than life itself. \"Go away, Tom,\" I grunt at him, which for us is a way of saying I'm glad to see him.\n\n\"Nah. I heard an interesting rumor about you today!\" Suddenly I'm on edge--Tom's overly cheery smile is as ominous a sign as a pack of buzzards circling over your house. He grabs a stool from outside the cubicle and sets himself down across from me. \"I just hope you can be \\*quiet\\* through your ordeal this afternoon.\"\n\nOh no. Of *course* my bastard of a husband told him about that. \"Oh no you don't. You don't get to get a front-row seat to my humilia-UNGH!\"\n\nThe first *real* orgasm hits me like a sack of potatoes. I grunt and lean forward, hugging myself as I desperately try to remain silent for two full seconds while my body wants to convulse. I hear Tom giggling like a madman, which only deepens my embarrassment--which only makes the second, even longer orgasm more potent. \n\nIt finally subsides and I raise my chin, determined not to let him get full control of the situation. \"Tom. Fuck. OffOOOHFUCK!\" I inhale sharply as I slide to my knees on the floor, wracked with pleasure. This one is a \\*hard\\* orgasm, stars shoot into my vision.\n\nUnfortunately, my ears work fine and I can hear Tom howling in laughter. \n\nWhen the orgasm finally passes, I'm on my hands and knees in front of my greatest frenemy. I narrow my eyes at him, \"this isn't funny, shut your damn trap!\" Of course, I don't expect him to. I'd die before I admitted it, but this is the hottest thing to happen to me in a long time.\n\nTom shakes his head and pulls his phone out of his pocket--and my husbands' grinning face is already on it, Tom's been FaceTiming him this whole time and *my voice* has been his cue to hit me.\n\nHe holds the button in one hand--and in the other, the Encyclopedia Britannica. He puts the button down on the kitchen table and holds the Encyclopedia over it threateningly.\n\n\"Don't you fucking d-\" is all I can get out before the world-shaking orgasm hits me."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Bohemian Rhapsody but the lyrics are lewd. | [
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"content": " Good afternoon, Sir,\n\nTime for my fantasy\n\nTied up in bondage,\n\nNo escape for my pussy\n\nCover my eyes\n\nSpread open my thighs and see\n\nI'm just a pain slut\n\nShove that thing up in me\n\nBecause I'm easy cum, easy blow\n\nI'm a little high on a little snow\n\nAny way you wanna go,\n\ndoesn't really matter, fill me! Fill me!\n\nHarder, just pound my ass\n\nFill me up with that huge cock, make that fucking headboard rock\n\nHarder! Ooo, you're about to make me squirt\n\nPlease don't fucking stop thrusting,\n\nI think I'm just about to cum, oh god yes\n\nDon't you stop, don't you stop, please dump your load inside of me\n\nOh god, now that we've both cum\n\nKeep it in me with that plug, hit me with my favorite flog\n\nHarder, hit me harder, oh god like that\n\nmake it really fucking hurt, break the skin\n\nHarder, ooo, I'm gonna squirt again\n\nShove something in me, please just fist me in my tight little pussy\n\nI feel the stretching of my pussy by your hand\n\noh my god, oh my god, push it in even farther\n\nBe a little rougher, press on that spot harder, GOD!\n\nHoly fuck yes, holy fuck yes, holy fuck yes, right there, sir! I'm squirting more!\n\nDo what you want, sir, I'm very happy\n\nWould you like to pour that wax all over me?\n\nall the way from my tits down past my knees\n\nIf you'd like, I could roll, would you like that sir?\n\nO god that burns, pour on a little more\n\nit's so hot!\n\nI need the pain, pour on some fucking more\n\nFeels so good!\n\npour on some fucking more, please please sir, pour on some fucking more, I need pain, pour on some fucking more, burn me, sir, pour on some fucking more, so so close, oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh!\n\nplease fill me up Sir, fill me up sir, please fill me with your fat cock\n\nPlease shove that cock all the way up deep inside of me, in me, in me!\n\nPlease sir, use me and bruise me as much as you want\n\nYou can cum when you want, in my ass, mouth or cunt\n\nOr shoot it all over me, oh, shoot it all over me, Sir,\n\nYou know what I like, you know I love some bukkake\n\nCover me in splatters, anywhere you see\n\nCover me in splatters\n\nCover me in that yummy cream \n\nCover me in your load"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "I feel like I'm melting ..." said zoey as she melted | [
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"content": "Contains: a slime girl getting fisted.\n\n\n-----------\n\n\n“Babe,” Robin said gently. “You are.”\n\n\n“What? Oh!” The slime girl concentrated, returning her body to the consistency of firm jello around her girlfriend’s hand. Robin chuckled and resumed pumping her fist into Zoey as her girlfriend’s hot inner walls clenched around it, always stretching to be at the perfect tightness for no pain and the maximum amount of sensation.\n\n\n“Getting a little distracted?” Robin teased, pushing nearly up to her elbow and seeing her dark skin through the semi-transparent gel of her girlfriend's stomach as Zoey let out a moan.\n\n\n“Oh… it’s just… it feels really good… It’s so hard to focus… I… I think I’m gonna turn into a puuuddle… Oh, yesss… Thafsss goooooob….”\n\n\n“Babe,” Robin said, laughing. Zoey was slowly turning to the consistency of sticky syrup underneath her, slurring as her lips struggled to hold their shape. Thankfully, the thin rubber sheet over the bed kept her in one big blue pool.\n\n\n“Doon stap,” Zoey pleaded, reforming for half a second and immediately melting as Robin obliged and kept thrusting her fist. The one part of the slime girl that remained consistently formed was the hot, slick grasp around Robin’s forearm, clutching desperately at her as Zoey let out varyingly coherent noises.\n\n\n“Oh gawb… oooooo… fuck… yesss… Ooooh, yessss!”\n\n\n“Close?” Robin murmured, starting to get out of breath as she struggled to keep up the pace.\n\n\n“Mmmhmmm… oh- OH-”\n\n\nZoey reformed quite suddenly and clamped down around Robin’s arm, tense and rippling as tremors wracked her gooey body. Little gasping moans were all she could make as Robin tried to keep moving her hand, drawing out the pleasure until her girlfriend slumped against the bed and turned into a featureless puddle.\n\n\n“Babe?” Robin asked, a little worried.\n\n\n“M’okay,” a pair of lips mumbled. A shaky hand formed out of the pool and gently took Robin’s wrist, tugging her closer. Robin smiled and lay down on her side in what felt like a pool of hot maple syrup, feeling an odd pressure against her skin as her girlfriend cuddled with her.\n\n\n“Not too bad, was I?” she said smugly.\n\n\nZoey’s head appeared out of the goo and darted forward, startling her with a kiss before murmuring, “Very good.”\n\n\n“Mm, I’m glad.” Robin smiled, then squeaked as gel tendrils wrapped around her limbs and twisted her to lay on her back in the warm puddle. “Zoey!”\n\n\n“Now I need to return the favor…” Zoey whispered right in her ear, holding her tight.\n\n\nRobin’s heart started to pound as she realized how helpless she was in her girlfriend’s grasp. “U-Um. Okay.”\n\n\nZoey giggled and kissed the back of her head, her hands slipping around Robin’s body to knead her breasts. “Don’t worry, I’ll make you feel *really* good.”\n\n\n---------\n\n\nJust a short little thing I felt like doing. I haven't written a slime girl before, so hopefully that turned out alright. All comments and criticisms are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "I need to man the fuck up and get laid already..." "Why don't you man the fuck down and we can both get laid?" And with that, you can feel yourself suddenly changing... | [
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"content": "Regina the Mid-twenties Witch took a drink and waved her hand to punctuate her joke. David shifted in his seat, feeling the effect but distracted by what she said. \"Wait you would if I was a girl? But you're bi...\"\n\n\"Yeah but it'd feel less weird to, you know, with a friend, than to be you knowed by a friend... You know?\"\n\nHe tried to hide his disappointment, resisting the urge to cross his strong arms. \"I know you're getting a bit tipsy.\"\n\n\"I'm fine, it's just been a long day.\" She sat forcefully next to him on the loveseat, pushing his legs together. He flinched but was surprised when he felt nothing being squezed.\n\n\"What the....\" He grabbed at his package, finding nothing. \"Regina...where the fuck is my cock?\"\n\nHer eyes went wide. David stood and dropped his shorts, revealing his new pussy. He looked more shocked than mad. \"Oh, wow, let me fix that\". She placed her drink far on the table and stood. \"Alright\". She stared at his pussy and waved her hand. Nothing happened. \"Hmmm, that's weird... I think you should turn around, it's very nice, um, distracting.\" She smiled and turned him around, but was equally distracted by his tight little ass.\n\nHe looked at her sighing. \"It's alright, it can wait.\" He turned and saw the bulge in her leggings. He laughed and gestured. \"you're a mess.\"\n\nShe looked and immediately rolled down her leggings enough to let her accidental cock spring forward. It still had her small landing strip above it. \"Oh...\" They both watched as she gently stroked it and squirmed slightly. \"Well that's fun.\"\n\nAfter a long pause, David seemed to have an idea. \"Well I'm going to... wait in my room while you get your magic sorted.\" He turned and pulled up his gym shorts. \n\n\"Do you want help?\"\n\n\"Oh you know,\" she pulled up her pants. \"Exploring your womanhood.\"\n\n\"I can probably figure it out...right?\" He hesitated. He had long wanted to fuck Regina, but it was a bit different in his head.\n\nShe stepped closer, hugging him from the back. \"You seemed pretty down when *I* had the pussy. Seems unfair,\" she teased.\n\n\"That's... you've had a cock for 5 minutes and you're already a creep.\" He placed his hand on hers slowly .\n\n\"Haha sorry I can...\" She smiled as he started to guide a hand down into his shorts. She kissed his back and starting stroking around his pussy. \n\n\"Oh... that's.. okay.\" He took some deep breaths. The sensations were both familiar and very new. \n\n\"I'll show you okay\". Regina fingered some juice and slowly went across his clit. He practically melted against her and his shorts started to slide down. His moans started low and masculine, but varied as she picked up the pace. \"Heh, maybe we should sit down.\n\n(To be continued, really having fun with this)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You're a knight, sent to rescue a princess from a dragon, and have just kicked in the door. Now here's the problem; you can't tell who is who, they're both mid-romp on the bed, and both react to your entrance by dragging you into bed to join them. | [
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"content": "The wooden door folded under Jack's boot, collapsing off his hinges as he swept into the room, his sword and buckler aloft.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"PRINCESS, I'VE COME... for... you?\" His cry of triumph faltered at the sight before him.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nThe chambers were plush and richly furnished with silks, velvets, and finely wrought gold. The smell of scented smoke and perfumes filled the air, cloying and sweet and going straight to his head.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nIn the back of the chamber, on a grand bed fit for a dozen people, there were two stunning women, entwined and moaning loudly as they made love.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nJack raised his eyebrows and lowered his weapons, approaching the bed with confusion writ on his face. \"Uh... Princess? I'm sorry, which one of you am I supposed to--WHOA!\" Reaching hands grabbed him by the straps of his armor, stripping away leather and metal even as they yanked him off his feet and into their arms.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nThe two women were quite different, but all the same Jack was unsure which was the princess and which was the dragon. One of them was tan-skinned, with raven hair and lean, muscled limbs that coiled around him wantonly. The other was a fairer girl, smaller but with a more robust and womanly figure, her lips meeting his as soon as his helmet \n\n&#x200B;\n\nAs he was trying to make sense of which was most likely a form taken by the dragon to trick him-- for each seemed likely in any scenario-- his last bits of armor were cast aside, leaving him in only his trousers and boots, which were in turn being pulled at by the raven-haired beauty.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"Thank gods you've come,\" The fair one gasped between deep, desperate kisses, \"We need a big, strong man in this bed.\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nThe raven one clawed down Jack's pants and practically attacked his manhood, sinking her teeth gently into it and awakening what little lust hadn't already poured into it.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nJack considered the situation. If one of them was the dragon, and the other the princess, and they both got along and wanted to fuck him... scented oils trailing across his skin where they touched him... soft skin against his body, weary from days of lonely travel...\n\n&#x200B;\n\nRolling her over, he found his hands grasping the full, soft breasts of the pale blonde even as their tongues rolled over one another in her mouth.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nBelow him, the raven one wrapped her own mouth around his cock and began to service it in earnest, thouroughly wetting his cock. Popping it out of her mouth, she moaned in delight. \"I'm going to love this. But first, my darling girl is going to get a taste...\" With remarkably strong hands, she guided the head of his cock to the other girls folds and, placing on hand on each ass, she pushed them together.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"OHH, YES,\" she groaned, watching the way her hips squirmed and his cock stretched her pussy out. \"You are going to fuck this cuties brains out, mister knight.\" Crawling up behind him, she whispered in his ear, hot breath on his skin as the command took hold of his mind and drove his hips forward and his cock into her depths.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"Pound her.\" \n\n\n(More on the way!)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Subject is incoherent after being exposed to the tentacles for three days. :ERROR: Results inconclusive. Test time increased. | [
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"content": "Doctor Candice Bryant, updating status of experiment room seven.\n\nExperiment began as planned at 1700 hours local time. Subject 2355 was introduced to T-29 wearing minimal clothing and was instructed to strip. Subject 2355 was uncooperative, but when the sedatives on T-29 wore off, this became a non-issue.\n\nT-29 sensed the female scent in the experiment chamber and began to approach subject 2355. 2355 screamed, and tried to escape through the primary access hatch. The bikini came off in the following struggle as T-29's tentacles physically immobilized Subject 2355. Note: For future experiments, ensure that subject's hair is cut prior to experiment start; her blonde hair tangled with T-29's tentacles several times, causing unnecessary stress on both subject and experiment.\n\nAt T-plus 2 minutes 2355's began screaming, which was soon cut off when one of the manipulator tentacles was thrust down her mouth, possibly T-29 was investigating the source of the noise. More probing tentacles joined, and soon every one of Subject 2355's holes had been filled; her vaginal and anal passages were violated soon after T-29 removed her bikini bottom and began to probe her with primary tentacles. It should be noted that Subject 2355's stomach is visibly bulging at this point.\n\nNote: it appears that T-29 has groups of tentacles for various purposes; slender, grappling tentacles and thicker primary manipulators for 'heavy lifting'. We also observed a third set of tentacles which were observed as being used exclusively for sexual activity.\n\nAt T-plus 8 minutes, Subject 2355 experienced her first event, marked Event One: EEG and EKG recordings show activity consistent with orgasm from vaginal and anal stimulation after being, colloquially put, \"thoroughly fucked\" by T-29. Video file is included.\n\nDr. Linda O'Connor requested to join Subject 2355 in experiment room seven. The request was denied as it would contaminate experimental data.\n\nSubject 2355 regained consciousness at T+11 minutes and attempted to struggle free; T-29 added another pair of tentacles to each cluster gripping Subject 2355's limbs, and pulled her down so that the primary sexual tentacles penetrated deeper. This happened several times in rapid succession, and at T+16 minutes, Subject 2355 again lost consciousness while experiencing Event Two.\n\nNote by Dr. Linda O'Connor: \"I haven't had anything that good since med school.\"\n\nSubject regained consciousness but was incoherent once the manipulator tentacle in her mouth was removed. Subject 2355 was unable or unwilling to answer any questions from Dr. Linda O'Connor or myself. Blue fluids - later identified as a very effective lubricant and mild opioid - had been released into her oral, anal and vaginal passageways at the end of Event Two, which she began to expel once the tentacles had been removed.\n\nEvent Three began shortly afterwards, as a unique set of tentacles were revealed in the mass of tentacles that was T-29. While the rest of the tentacles were slender limbs much like a squid or octopus, these limbs had bulges in them that weren't observed when we made an inspection of T-29 while sedated. These tentacles inserted themselves into Subject 2355's vaginal and anal passageways and thrust inwards, causing another orgasm event.\n\nObservation team observed that the bulges - roughly billiard ball sized and shaped - began moving into the subject, filling her holes with what we speculate to be T-29's eggs. An approximate of twenty seven such bulges were observed entering Subject 2355 as her stomach visibly grew. Once finished, the tentacles were pulled out of 2355 and again disappeared into the writhing mass of tentacles.\n\nI ended the experiment at T+45 minutes as Subject 2355 was no longer responsive, though her EEG and EKG was showing stressed but healthy activity. I once again denied Dr. Linda O'Connor's request to join Subject 2355 in experiment room seven, and activated the retrieval team to extract subject 2355.\n\nHowever, T-29 proved both uncooperative - pushing the retrieval team away when they tried to approach Subject 2355 - and outright hostile; female members of the retrieval team were immobilized and treated in much the same way as Subject 2355, with the induction of several rapid orgasms used to incapacitate the victim before the introduction of the primary sexual tentacles to push more eggs into them.\n\nIt has now been three days since Subject 2355's first exposure to T-29, and while her vital signs remain strong and healthy she has also remained incoherent and uncooperative.\n\nDr. Linda O'Connor has been given permission to enter experimental room upon further request, so long as she puts on appropriate bio-monitoring equipment before entry."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: a man and a Gorgon hooks up. both of them are shy. the man wears a blindfold while they're about to have their first time. | [
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"content": "Stata looked expectantly at him, worried, frightful. The blindfold helped with the petrification, but this was the first time she let someone come so close to her.\n\nShe couldn't help but stifle a nervous giggle as his confident turn into the room turned into a helpless and slow walk towards the bed. He didn't see, that was the point of it, so he had some problem getting to her.\n\n\"Come on, this is hard enough... C-can you just give me a hand?\"\nHe asked, blushing evidently.\n\n\"Right! Come here.\" She sat upright and pulled at his hand to lead him, though she must have pulled too strongly. He lost balance and stumbled towards her, landing in the comfortably uncomfortable cushioning of her very body.\n\n\"Ow...\" They both said in unison, and yet again a giggle escaped. Stala's giggle, however, turned to a blush as he took lead, exploring her body.\n\n\"Well, my hand tells me that this must be your shoulder, and this-\" His hand wandered upwards. \"Should be your lovely face, and your ears...\"\n\nThe hissing grew louder, more angry in a way, and she couldn't help but shut her eyes closed in fear of what may happen. Each second, she expected a yelp of pain, a rough bite from the living hair adorning her, cursing her. \nBut none of the sort came, instead the hissing grew more affectionate and calm, and as she opened her eyes, she saw him gently petting her snakes.\n\n\"I- How did you do that?\"\n\n\"They weren't hateful, they are like you. Cautious, frightened, not wanting to be hurt... and absolutely beautiful.\"\n\nShe couldn't stifle the blush, replying bashfully: \"Aw, you're just saying that...\"\n\n\"I'm not... Come here.\" He leaned in for a kiss, the fourteenth one they shared. She cursed herself for counting each and one of them, as if they'd decay to none if they weren't tracked.\n\nThe embrace was enthralling, endearing. Not in a long time had she made herself so vulnerable, exposed herself to someone, and his desire was infectuous within her.\n\nShe seperated. \"Shouldn't we take this further? I- I mean, if you still want to?\"\n\n\"Yes, yes, I do. Juuust let me put on a condom first. Now where is it.\" And although it would have been endearing to watch him scramble about, trying to find the condom, she was too much in the mood to let him ruin it. \"Shh, I got it. Just lay back.\"\n\nShe undid the wrapper, placing the ring of slickened rubber on his penis. Evidently, it was at full mast, and thus she rolled it downwards with a single motion, resulting in an gasp of pleasure from the man below her. \"Aahngg!\"\n\n\"Well, it's on. Just enjoy this...\" She raised herself atop him, and planting her right right next to his head on the cushioning mattress, she lowered the left one to guide the condom-clad cock right towards her laviously love-needing labia. It took some maneuvering, but he slid in, giving way to a shared moan of pleasure between the two.\n\nTaking the leverage, she raised herself up and dropped her pelvis forcefully atop him, pushing him deep inside, forcefully. It must feel good for him, she thought, as he moaned and cried, as she made him thrust deep within her, jabbing her insides. A stifled cry from her side was a simple price to pay to please him, she thought. His desire the just reward for his kind self, and her disarousing sensations a similarily just reward for her hideous nature.\n\n\"Haauhh...\" It escaped her lips, a faint hint at her true feelings, and it was not a second longer until he had grasped her in a hug close, pulled her within her, gently stroking her back as her damned tears could do little more than betray the lie she tried to uphold. \"Don't force yourself, Stata... That painful look doesn't become you.\"\n\nHer sight - had it always been this blurry - gazed sidewards to the gentle smile of his, now certainly lacking in the protective cloth that shielded him from her petrification. Her Snakes grew uneasy, hissing about. But before she could say anything, he took the lead. \"Go, turn inwards, tell me what you sense me do, describe it.\"\n\nShe looked downwards, trying to ignore the slight greying of his skin - or was it a mere trick her worries played - to do his wish. \"You hold me, and your c-co- penis is slowly thrusting within me. I don't feel much, but it doesn't hurt. Can you go faster?\"\n\nHis voice was so calm, so in control. \"If you are alright, I'd do nothing more than to go faster. Just tell me when it hurts, okay?\"\n\n\"Yes...\"\n\nShe remained silent for a while, his thrusts slowly inching towards a greater speed, intent on not hurting her. And soon, the beautiful sensation of the sensual touch began to grow on her, made her feel things she hadn't felt before. Like a liquid kiss, running underneath her skin, like the faint breath after being told one's gorgeous, echoing ceaselessly in one's mind.\n\n\"I- I, ah, feel strange...\" Stata said.\n\n\"Mmmh... Want me to slow down, to stop so you can accommodate?\" To emphasize, he stopped entirely, and where the sensation was prior, there was a desire, a need, a will to resume crying for the feeling to come back within her.\n\n\"N-No! Please, keep going! I, I just don't-\"\n\nShe was interrupted with a kiss, and the slow grinding of the rubbered rod within her sensitive folds stirred a rough, wet gasp from her mouth to his. \"Mmmhh!\"\n\nHis sensual whispers as he seperated, focused on pleasing her in a gentler manner than she did in exchange, only drove her wilder, made her feel a clinging voice in the rocking boat that was her mind. \"You love this, don't you? I do, Stata. The sounds you make are what drive me crazy. So cry out for me, show me your beautiful emotions, baby...\"\n\nThe sensations, the whispers, the feeling of it all... It was too much. She couldn't keep it in, and something escaped her along her moans of extasy. \"Faster, faaaaster! I, ah, I am going to--\"\n\nSilence enraptured her as she clung to him, her anchor in the waves that were her very own, very first orgasm. Her every touch felt overwhelming, him urging her to \"Come for me\" only spiralling her into overdrive. His pistoning stopped as to not overwhelm her, she supposed, and she was grateful for it.\n\nIn the afterglow, she noted the aftermath, as shame creeped in. She had dug her nails into him, some of her hair had bit into him. He was still hard, and probably hadn't cum yet.\n\nHe seperated, his clearly-coated condom still empty.\n\n\"But, you haven't yet-\"\n\n\"I can take care of myself. Besides, you seemed to need it, mentally, I mean.\" He said, removing the condom as he began to rub it slightly.\n\n\"Do it in the open. I want to see it.\"\n\nHe smiled, his eyes filled with desire. \"That is one of the most sexy things you could have said, you know? I can't promise that I won't shoot it out all over you now.\"\n\n\"Is that a threat, or an offer? Because my snakes seem intrigued.\"\n\n***\n\nAbout fifteen years later, Stata was sitting down from her free day at home when she pulled up her phone. So much had happened in so little a time. Marriage, living together, not to mention all the times, good and bad, they had gone through.\n\nA message popped up, from him. \"Baby, I can't wait for you to come home and make you sqeual like Saturday, all over again.\"\n\nShe smiled, deviously. A quick shot of a parted robe and a finger later, she added. \"Can't wait either, though I can barely wait a second more. Oh, here I go once more.\"\n\nThere was nothing for a moment. No message, no reply. Then, a blurry image of a toilet stall he seemed to head towards. \"5 Minutes, facecam. You petrified my cock, you take responsibility.\"\n\n\"Deal.\" Was her only reply."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Trapped as she was, the goddess wondered if she would spend the rest of eternity like this, moaning, feeling unimaginable pleasure, but never quite cumming. | [
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"content": "As punishment for her transgressions, particularly her recent humiliating affair with a mortal and that blasted Trojan war, the gods of Olympus sided with Vulcan and decided to punish Venus for her immorality.\n\n (Never mind that her male counterparts were behaving just as badly as her, as she protested, but Jupiter only shook his head and claimed their affairs killed only two hundred people at most, not thousands.)\n\nVulcan looked so smug, the bastard, as he proposed his punishment. She was to be tied by golden chains to a volcano, and placed naked on an inanimate horse figure that moved on its own, presumably through his metallurgical magic. As the figure moved, it would vibrate against her at irregular frequencies - producing pleasure, but automatically stopping when it detected she was close to climaxing by monitoring her life force. When necessary, attachments would retract in and out depending on the needs of the goddess varying in size, thickness, ribbing, and intensity. But would retract back before that last push over the edge.\n\nIt was devious, it was creative. It was so *Vulcan*\n\nIf she’d known Vulcan was this kinky, maybe she wouldn’t have underestimated him. Or maybe she would have he was still ugly.\n\nAs she disrobed, she smirked at the fellow gods took a peak at her gorgeous figure. Let them look.\n\nHaughtily, she stepped onto the enchanted item, feeling the cool metal against the hot, steaming sauna like environment of the volcano base. She raised her arms and felt the heavy manacles around her wrist and ankles. Today would be the first day of a millennia of punishment.\n\nAs she strained against the device, she felt beads of sweat rolling down her brow and deep sensations rolling inside of her. Each bit of skin felt so sensitive, even the slightest breeze of hot air setting her off in convulsions. She bit her lip so hard she bled.\n\nBut it kept going.\n\nTime passed. Was it minutes? Hours? Days? Centuries?\n\nShe didn’t know, but the elation, the agony was all-encompassing, blinding. She lost track of her name, her mind. She was unaware of the collapse of the gods, the change of civilization, even as Vulcan turned to ash and her children’s empire rose and fell.\n\nEternity continues"
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"content": "I woke up on my back on a grassy field, staring at a wondrously blue sky.\n\nThat's funny - last thing I remembered, I'd been run over by a truck. So this must be the afterlife, right? Except there's no surly fisherman looking through a book for my name, or angry gods with big beards deciding whether I get reincarnated or tormented, or things with animal heads trying to eat my heart, or valkyries carrying me through the sky, or any of the other jazz the religions pitched about how dying works.\n\nAlright, at least I *probably* wasn't in Hell.\n\nBut then, where the hell was I?\n\nYes, technically I was laying on my back in a grassy hillside, somewhere near the treeline. That didn't answer my real question.\n\nThen a titanic boar erupted from the undergrowth, blood flying from wounds in its side, and I scrambled to my feet and got as far out of its way as I could. Everything worked - legs, arms, all that other stuff. The boar wasn't paying any attention to me, but if something that big was running scared and wounded, I just hoped I didn't catch the attention of whatever it was running from.\n\nThere wasn't any cover on the hillside, though.\n\n\"Don't you **dare** use fireball on it!\" someone yelled from the forest, \"that'll ruin the hide and the tusks *again*, Jane!\"\n\n\"Fine,\" I heard a second, gentler voice say, then it screamed \"LIGO! NECTO! STAGO!\" and the boar sort of, well, locked up? Its momentum carried it a few yards after its legs stopped, but it slammed into the ground pretty hard.\n\n\"If you'd just done that from the start, Jane,\" a blonde said, walking out of the treeline with a spear in her hand, \"I wouldn't have had to ruin its fur. hopefully there's still *something* worth salvaging.\"\n\nWell, that's probably what she said, but I was pretty damn distracted by the way the bowstring across the center of her chest highlighted her modest but shapely breasts. There's something criminal about wearing a crop-top and then slinging a bow across it. And her ears were pointy. That was a lot less distracting.\n\nI was probably in a fantasy world. At least I could understand what they were saying. It didn't seem like bras had been invented here yet, though.\n\n\"Anne,\" the other voice whined, as an absolute vision walked out of the forest, holding her robes up with one hand to not get them tangled on the undergrowth, and showing a fine leg while doing it, \"you know the trees and shrubs block it.\" So this was 'Jane'? Even the thick robes couldn't obscure her enchanting figure.\n\nAnne put the point of her spear just above the giant boar's eye and thrust it straight through its skull.\n\n\"We got one today,\" she said, looking back at Jane, \"should be enough. Think we should take the whole thing back to town, or just skin it and rip the tusks out?\"\n\nAnne didn't get a reply, and looked back at Jane, clicking her tongue in exasperation.\n\n\"Jane, what are you looking at?\" she asked, and then followed Jane's eyes... to me.\n\n\"There's a guy over there,\" Jane said.\n\n\"I can see that,\" Anne replied, \"but what in the seven heavens is he wearing?\"\n\n\"I've only seen those clothes in a grimoire,\" Jane admitted, \"it said they were the garb of otherworlders.\"\n\n\"You believe those stories?\" Anne asked.\n\n\"I do magic!\" Jane yelled at her, \"I believe six impossible things before breakfast, every day! You're just a meathead that gets off on stabbing things with your spear!\"\n\n\"I get off on a lot of other things too,\" Anne replied, \"as you *well* know.\"\n\n\"Would this be the right time to mention that I can understand your language?\" I asked, as Jane's face flushed.\n\n\"Should have said that earlier,\" Anne said, \"so are you actually an otherworlder?\"\n\n\"I just died,\" I said, \"woke up here, and my world doesn't have wild boars that big - that thing's as big as a bear where I come from, and we don't have people with pointy ears.\"\n\n\"Did you live on Small Island or something?\" Anne asks, \"because bears are half as big as houses here. Hey, Jane, ask him and see if his story checks out with your crazy books while I skin this thing.\"\n\n...was it the remark about pointy ears? It was probably the remark about pointy ears. On the other hand, that left me with Jane, and, as she walked toward me, I could tell that bras *definitely* hadn't been invented in this world. That probably meant that stockings and garterbelts hadn't either, but you gotta take some rough with the smooth.\n\n\"I'm Jane,\" she said, \"and could you please tell me about transportation in your world?\"\n\nSo I told her. Planes, trains, automobiles, ships, submarines, and crazier stuff, as she nodded along and grew more and more excited with every word I said. Whoever designed her robes was a true master of the craft - even as she leaned farther and farther forward to hear what I was saying, that damn piece of cloth still stayed as a tantalizing barrier to seeing what I really wanted.\n\nJane turned out to be a pretty fun conversationalist too, telling me about how this world worked as a sort of quid-pro-quo for my stories about my own. The conversation had devolved from merely transportation into habits of daily life pretty quickly, and I was absolutely certain I was in a fantasy world. Then she apologized, got up, and started whispering in Anne's ear. That wasn't particularly hard to do, given how long they were.\n\nThen Anne had to talk to me. God, that bowstring across her chest, those hotpants highlighting her thighs, the way she twitched her ears when she got excited, and that fiery dominant look in her eyes, with those bloodstains she'd gotten on her clothes from skinning the giant boar - wow.\n\nI wanted to break that look. I wanted to hold this blood-spattered elf down on the grass, pull down those hotpants and cram myself into her.\n\nShe, obviously, wanted something a bit different.\n\n\"Would you like to join our guild?\" Anne asked.\n\n\"What?\"\n\n\"It's an association of people that hunt monsters and do quests,\" she told me, as Jane began continuing the dismantling of the giant boar, \"dangerous, but *extremely* remunerative.\"\n\n\"So what are you willing to remunerate me with?\" I asked. It seemed like being an otherworlder was a valuable thing, although I only found out why later, \"I assume there are other guilds.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: For her birthday she arranged a stage-hypnotist for her and a group of her closest friends, thinking they'd have some embarrassing fun making them cluck like chickens or act like dogs. Unfortunately she overlooked the word 'Erotic' spelled out on top of the ad... | [
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"content": "\n\nTammy’s 24th birthday was different. She made her excuses for most of her acquaintances. “Just a special birthday dinner tonight, nothing big and boozy.” The truth was, she had worked her friend, Anna, on finding something special to do, a magical night was promised, and a short jaunt through the nooks of the internet, they decided on hiring a magician to perform, a hypnotist. “Loudini,” a genuine article according to all the anonymous testimonies. “Guaranteed to have complete body control and blow your mind!” one reviewer claimed. \n\nThe photos certainly seemed to be enchanting to her eyes. A woman behind a mask with ebony skin and blazing red hair showed all sorts of people under her control. Men, barking like dogs, hopping like bunnies, obediently tying themselves up with silvery ropes. Scrolling down through the web page, she found the prices reasonable, the show promised to be absolutely safe, and a refund if Loudini couldn’t control even one person. All she had to do was email the other participants the 105 page liability and consent form, and she’d have the best hypnotist out there. \n\nLoudini certainly impressed in person, strolling out her car dressed in a black silk suit and a sparkling silver-white shirt. Not an inch of skin showed below her neck, her white gloves and white knee high boots covering her wrists and ankles, clashing with the flowing black suit. Her mask this time was sapphire, pairing with her blue eyes. \n\n“Ladies, Gentlemen, I have a show for you, one you will never forget, one that may change you forever.” \n\nTammy and the rest of her friends giggled and clapped encouragingly from their sitting position on the couches in Tammy’s living room. It always seemed to be apt to doubt the hypnotist’s claims, and none had any real experience being hypnotized themselves. The 5 friends were dressed nicely themselves; the three women clad in cocktail dresses and the two men wearing clean shirts and slacks, but none had the allure that Loudini walked in with. \n\n“You’ve come for me, a hypnotist, a master of control, a mistress to everyone’s mind under my spell.” She ended her sentence with a flourish, sliding forward and pointing her finger at each audience member, looking deeply into their eyes. Tammy let out a nervous laugh as the eyes behind the mask met her own. “So who will be up first? Will it be you, my Birthday girl?” \n\nThat question was a mild surprise. Tammy was positive she never sent any message about a birthday on any of the forms. Perhaps one of her friends had, to try and make the night more special. Perhaps there would be a free ice cream dessert at the end. \n\nStill, Tammy wasn’t quite bold enough to go first. Instead, one of the men, a good friend from grade school volunteered himself. “Well, if you need a deserving victim, I’ll be up,” he said with a smirk. \n\nTaking it in stride, Loudini diverted her gaze to turn to the willing volunteer. “Very well, would you stand in front of everyone, and relax yourself.” Backing off so that Chris could walk to the center of the living room, she clapped her hands together, before rotating her clasped fingers downward to let a shiny circle of polished silver tethered to an imperceptibly thing wire fall from her hands. \n\n“Just look into the circle, Chris. Be obedient.” Loudini ordered. Everyone else on the couch watched intently at the display, Chris staring into the circle as it waved in front of him, making a perfect 45 degree arc as it swung. “I want you to relax. Relax for me. Now hum.” The audience couldn’t tell if her subject was already under her hypnosis or if he was listening to instructions, but Chris’s shoulder went slack, and he hummed, “Mmmm…” \n\nThis must have been it, and Loudini ceased letting the circle swing, holding it steady in her hands. “Now then, could you tell me the three people who’d you like to kiss the most.” Without hesitation, Chris responded, “Tammy, Barbara, and Richard.” \n\nThat got the whole room bursting into laughter, and Tammy had to wipe a tear from her eye as the mirthful response rang out. Even Chris and Richard were still smiling, the latter of which finished chuckling, and gave a noncommittal shrug. “Sure, why not!” Loudini grinned. Stepping around the hypnotized man, she faced Richard now. “Why don’t you look into the circle. Breathe. Relax. Kiss Chris for me.” It was more than a simple peck, but rather an embrace. Their tongues snaked out before their lips smacked against each other. More laughter emitted from the diminished couch as they trio watched them make out. “This has got to be a prank they set up!” Barbara shouted in between hearty laughter. \n\nLoudini turned towards her next, “Well then, why don’t you take a look. Look deeply, see how it shines, and tell me if you would be a good puppy for me.” Barbara stopped her laughter, her smile remaining wide as her gaze was caught by the shining circle. “I would make a good puppy for you…” Loudini smiled. “Why don’t you bark for me then. Bark like a puppy.” \n\n“Woof! Woof! Arf arf arf!” There it was! The classic hypnotic trick! Tammy and Anna were excited to no end to see what would happen yet, their doubt of the master of hypnosis controlling everyone with a breeze. “You’re a good girl aren’t you?” the hypnotist ordered with a gentle voice. \n\n“Arf!” \n\n“Do puppies wear clothes?” Tammy had expected Barbara to at least hesitate, but she hadn’t. Her cocktail dress practically flew off herself before Barb’s panties and bra joined her dress on the ground. There she was, butt naked, her flesh displayed for the rest to see. “Are puppies allowed to sit on the furniture like that?” Barbara didn’t wait to let the sentence process in her head, and she immediately slid off the couch to plant her naked butt on the ground, her hands holding herself up as she crouched besides Tammy and Anna. “Now fetch!” She tossed a bone into the middle of the room, and Barbara crawled over on all fours, her behind wiggling at the two friends before Barbara obediently turned around, bone held tight in her mouth, presenting it. \n\nNow, Tammy let out a gasp at the nude display. “You can do that? So easily? Are you even allowed to do that?” Loudini just grinned. “Why don’t you take a look at the contract you signed with our birthday girl?” She turned around to pull up a tablet, but instead of showing the massive document they each signed, she let Tammy see a circle of spinning black and white, drilling through her eyes into her mind. Her shocked expression froze, Anna watching intently as Tammy’s stare turned blank when Loudini pulled the tablet away. “Now, it’s burning hot in here, Tammy? Don’t you think you should take off your clothes?” Tammy nodded. The room was sweltering, and she didn’t notice the sweat clinging to herself. Seeing the two men as well, and the puppy on the ground beside her panting to wick away the heat, Tammy felt it only appropriate to slide out of her dress. She sat in her bra and panties, before the burning heat felt too much under those too, and she let them drop to the floor as well. \n\n“Wow, that’s quite the heat in your pussy right there. I have something that would help, a nice cold metal dildo for you.” Tammy knew that was what she needed to stop herself from burning up, and slid it inside herself. “Mmm!” It soothed her heat when it went in, but as she let it sit there, the heat returned. “Slide it in and out, that will help Miss Birthday Girl. Don’t forget to thank your Mistress.” \n\nTammy nodded again, sliding it in and out, letting it tease deeper inside each time. “Thank you Mistress.” She pushed it deeper inside, but the coolness dissipated quickly, letting the heat return after each thrust. Tammy let her hand slide it in and out faster and faster, \n\nNow there was just one member left. Turning towards her, Loudini let out the biggest smile of the night, taking off her sapphire mask to gaze at Anna directly into her eyes. “You set this up, didn’t you? Tell Tammy about me, tell her about how perfect I am, and never warning her about the kinky things I make my subjects do. You wanted this, didn’t you? You wanted this so, so bad.” \n\nAnna gulped. It was true. There she was, her best friend moaning and humping onto that dildo on the couch, her free hand moving up to tweak a nipple. “Tell Mistress how much you’d like to fuck your friend right now.” Like all the others, Tammy didn’t hesitate before blurting out her honest response. “Ah! I’d like to fuck Anna so much right now. I wanted to fuck her ever since we met.” \n\nAnna stared right back, unable to take her eyes off the sight of that perfect, naked form, just as a silvery circle descended into her view. “Why don’t you make a show for her, Anna? Make a show for your best friend, one that she would never forget.”\n\n--------------------------------------------------------\n\nSend me any critique and comments that you have, or any requests for a follow up."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: After a freak accident, our Protagonist finds that he can bring fictional characters to life temporarily and control their actions. Being a hormonal teenager, he decides to use it to get laid and act out his fantasies. | [
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"content": "*Obviously he chooses bunnies. [MFFF] [R34 Furry]*\n\nHe beheld the holy trinity he had made: Judy Hopps, Lola Bunny and a female Mega-Lopunny. All three rabbits were bent over, their fluffy tails in the air, carrots shoved in their mouths.\n\nHe started with Lola in the center, pushing his cock into her furry pussy. As he fucked her, he reached to either side to finger Judy and Lopunny. The three rabbits groaned against their carrots. When his thrusting became more intense, he focused on Lola, one hand on her back, the other gripping her round tail. He felt her gripping his thrusting cock, her eyes rolling as she came. \n\nPulling out of Lola, he turned his attentions to Lopunny. The pokemon squirmed and bit at its carrot as he squatted down to mount her. His dick drilled down into the rabbit's dripping pussy. Judy watched with trepidation, Lola drooled mindlessly. He reached down and grabbed Lopunny's ears, yanking her head up by them. The pokemon whimpered and its thighs quivered, he felt her cum dripping down his balls.\n\nHe shoved Lopunny down and moved to Judy, who trembled with wide eyes. As the smallest rabbit, it was easy to pull her up and get her to squat down on his cock. He grabbed her hips and pulled her down, making her ride him. A quick smack to her fluff-butt made her start flexing her powerful rabbit legs, impaling herself on his throbbing dick. Soon, she too was shaking uncontrollably and squirting all over his nuts.\n\nAll three bunnies were made to get on their knees. He stroked his cock over their upturned faces and yanked the carrots from their mouths. The orgasm-drunk slut-rabbits all opened their mouths and stuck out their small pink tongues. His body spasmed and he grunted in relief. Cum spurted out over Judy, Lola and Lopunny, hitting their buck teeth before dripping into their open mouths. He jerked out several more loads over their pretty fuzzy faces.\n\nHe dismissed the cum soaked bunnies, taking a breather before deciding who to summon next."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] In a closed, quiet bathroom, he prepares the ritual. The candles are lit, and the clock is about to strike midnight. He stares into the mirror, unblinking. Slowly, softly, he begins chanting: "Slutty Mary... Slutty Mary..." | [
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"content": "\"Slutty Mary...Slutty Mary...Slutty Mar--\"\n\nBefore he could finish the final word, a pair of strong hands seized his throat from behind and squeezed. Hard.\n\n\"GAHHHH!!!\" He flailed uselessly as his life flashed before his eyes in a state of pure, unadulterated panic. What had he been thinking grabbing the Sexonomicon from that random shelf in Barnes & Noble? How in the world could that have possibly ended well? This was a fitting end for his stupidity.\n\nThen, just as quick as they came, the hands released him. He let in an instinctive grasp, his throat burning for air. In the flickering candlelight...all he could hear was laughter.\n\n\"Hahahahaha! Man, you should've seen your face!\"\n\nHe looked around for a moment, still mildly petrified. \"Wh-what the hell?\"\n\n\"Hey, relaaaaaax. It was just a prank!\"\n\nNext to him, a feminine figure suddenly appeared, catching him off guard.\n\n\"Holy...\"\n\n\"Hi.\" She smiled. \"I'm Mary. You summoned me?\"\n\nShe was gorgeous. And definitely his type. The girl before him was exactly his height, so her eyes were on the same level as his. However, it wasn't long before his own gaze started to wander down. She had on a skintight linen t-shirt and leggings. Her breasts were absolutely massive, and her figure was taut and hourglass shaped. A quick glance behind her showed that she also had an ass that bubbled out considerably; one of his favorite traits on a woman.\n\nHe glanced back up at her face...but found something unusual. She had a beautiful face, but her features seemed to continuously shift, and he had a hard time knowing exactly what she looked like. One moment she looked a little bit like his ex girlfriend; dark hair, tanned skin, and stunning blue eyes. The next she started to look slightly like an actress he had had a crush on as a kid, with red hair and green eyes. After that...well, you get the idea. She was HOT, but not at all what he had been expecting.\n\n\"You're...Slutty Mary.\" He repeated. \"Really?\"\n\nMary knit her eyebrows. \"Um, last I checked, yeah. Why, were you expecting someone else?\"\n\n\"No! No no, I just...I dunno, I thought you'd be more...demonic-looking?\"\n\nShe considered that. \"Oh! You mean like this?\"\n\nIn an instant, her face morphed into a horrifyingly disfigured mass of flesh, with six tongues and seven rows of teeth that promptly hissed at him. He panicked and stumbled into the bathroom wall, nearly knocking over a candle. Mary's face morphed back to its former beautiful self, where she started laughing again. It was the kind of laughter that made her nose crinkle a little bit. Wow. He really liked that.\n\n\"Dude! Not cool!\" He protested, to which she wiped her eye.\n\n\"Sorry, sorry. Last time. I promise, I'm not gonna hurt you. Well...unless you want me to.\" She flashed him a coy wink. He was completely speechless.\n\n\"So!\" She clapped her hands together. \"What's your name?\"\n\n\"Uhh...Reese.\"\n\n\"Let me guess, uhh...Reese. You're desperate for sex.\"\n\nReese rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. \"Y-yeah...kinda.\"\n\nShe raised an eyebrow, clearly baffled. \"Really? A cutie like you? There's no way.\"\n\nShe suddenly thrust out her hands and started feeling around his body, which made him unbearably tense.\n\n\"Cute face, nice arms, ooh, nice abs...you sure you're desperate for sex?\"\n\nHe blinked. \"Well...I'm not really what you'd call a social butterfly.\"\n\n\"Ohhh. So that's where the trouble is. I gotcha.\"\n\n\"Okay, wait wait wait...\" Reese stepped back a bit. \"Sorry, but how come you look...\"\n\nMary smiled coyly. \"Really hot?\"\n\nHe coughed. \"Yeah...\"\n\n\"Well, you see...\" She began, \"I'm not just a demon. I'm a demon imbued with the spirit of a human girl who passed on. A girl that *loved* sex. And you, Reese, are the first person to summon me in...about 500 years or so? Actually, where *did* you find a copy of the Sexonomicon?\"\n\n\"Uhh...my local bookstore?\"\n\n\"Weird...but yeah, there's your explanation. I look like whatever the person who summoned me most desires sexually...that look about right to you?\"\n\nShe turned around, allowing him to see her gorgeous, plump ass. Reese felt himself start to expand a bit down below.\n\n\"Y-yep...absolutely.\"\n\nMary beamed. \"Great! So, you wanna fuck me or not?\"\n\n***(part 2 coming soon)***"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [IP] Women in this culture have the strangest customs... better consult my travel almanac! | [
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"content": "Jessica just got back to her apartment from a long day of work and was hoping to unwind after a stressful day. She cracked the door open; her shoes were already halfway off by the time she came in and kicked them off to a corner. Inside it was completely dark and taking a shoe-less step, she felt something crunch beneath her feet. With her eyes adjusting to the darkness she looked down and saw it was a stray chip, extremely far from the table where all foods should be. But that’s okay. Nothing to get mad about. It’s not that time, not yet. Jessica took a couple of deep breaths to calm herself and then started stepping forward—into more piles of trash, each step with a labored exhale as she tried to control herself and keep her teeth from grinding to dust. Through the piles of trash, she made her way to the likely culprit’s lair, soundlessly opening the door thanks to Jessica lubricating the hinges for Spring Cleaning. It’s October but who says you can’t have Spring Cleaning in the fall? She makes her own rules.\n\n“Wow! I love what you’ve done with the place!”\n\nThe target of her ire looked on into a vast cerulean portal, unable to hear her roommate’s words. Her mind was somewhere else, abandoning this mortal coil to a much better place, unfettered with these transient concerns: she’s at the computer with gay porn open, sitting on a leather chair with her panties off and headphones on, and the volume loud enough for Jessica to hear second hand grunting and the schlicking of body parts from across the room.\n\nJessica thought about poking her in the back to scare her. That would be satisfying to not only catch her masturbating but to scare the shit out of her; what could be better than that? Then with a burst of insight she left the room, thinking of something better while her roommate was blissfully unaware. She came back from the kitchen with a huge knife and tiptoed behind the chair. Jessica ripped the headphones off her head and put the knife to the girl’s neck and in the deepest, most gravelly voice she could muster, yelled, “You’re gonna die today you little bitch!”\n\nRuby gasped and froze up. She turned around to look at her assailant and saw her roommate Jessica with a stupid smug grin.\n\n“Jessica, what the fuck! Fuck you!”\n\n“Fuck me? No—fuck you, Ruby! Turning this place into a dump after I just cleaned up.”\n\nRuby looked like she was about to say something and then she swiveled her chair around, facing away from Jessica. Then Jessica heard some sniffling.\n\n“Are you crying?”\n\n“No!” she yelled, obviously crying.\n\n“Oh, then that must be the sound of your video. It’s still playing so why don’t you go ahead and finish up what you were doing?”\n\nJessica was really feeling satisfied, and it almost made up for having to clean up all this shit later. But that feeling immediately vanished after hearing Ruby, in the smallest, most pitiful voice, say, “Why did you scare me like that?”, not even holding back the tears. “I thought we were friends.”\n\nJessica averted her gaze from Ruby’s sad puppy eyes and came up with something, “Well, I was just making sure you’re careful next time. You always leave the door unlocked. Someone could come in and do something—”\n\n“Like a rapist?”\n\n“Yeah, but that’s not how I was going to say it…”\n\n“Why do you keep saying someone is going to rape me? I don’t like it…”\n\n“Well, on the bright side if someone did come in and fuck you it would be your first time getting any.”\n\nThere was a hush over the room for a moment. “Wow, I can’t believe you said that.” Ruby tried to hold back some chuckling but was unsuccessful and Jessica laughed too. “You’re such an asshole.”\n\nJessica didn’t know if that joke would piss her off more or make her laugh, but either way Jessica likes mad and laughing Ruby more than sad Ruby. “Oh, so now you don’t like those kind of jokes? What are you going to do, cry about it?” she said while pinching Ruby’s cheek while they both laugh. “Also, you going to put on some pants?”\n\n“No, I’m just going to let everything hang out for a while. You know I enjoy feeling the cool breeze and the feeling of the leather against my skin—of course I’m going to put on my pants! You think I just sit around here naked all the time watching porn.”\n\n“Yeah…”\n\n“Well, you’re right. And I don’t like that.” She found her panties on the floor and slipped them on. “I know you think you’re better than me just because you have big boobs and a fat butt.”\n\n“I don’t think I’m better than you. I’ve never said anything like that.”\n\n“You didn’t have to say it.” She crossed her arms.\n\n“…you think I have nice tits though?”\n\n“Forget that. I know you don’t expect much of me, but tonight I have a date.”\n\n“Like, with a person?”\n\nRuby sighed. “See, I knew it would surprise you.”\n\n“No, no. I wasn’t surprised. It just, uh, uh, shocked…okay yeah, it surprised me. What’s he like?”\n\nJessica wondered who could possibly be interested in this little flat chest, no ass gremlin.\n\n“He’s an alien.”\n\n“Whoa, you can’t say that anymore. How about immigrant?”\n\n“No.” Ruby sighed again. “He’s like actually an alien, like from another planet.”\n\n“And you believe that?”\n\n“Why not? Is extraterrestrial life really that unbelievable? People believe more unbelievable things, like the official 9/11 story.”\n\nJessica planted her face in both of her hands. “You promised not to talk about this anymore.” They argued for a bit about politics and such, as they always do, until Jessica had the bright idea to bet that Ruby and this alien guy would breakup before they ever fucked. So, Ruby went to bed ready to prove Jessica wrong tomorrow.\n\nRuby was excited when she got to the campus library. She was finally going to have a chance to defeat Jessica once and for all by making this go right. She had a bounce in her step and decided to wear her special ribbon, which she strictly reserves for the most special of days. Although Jessica taught her everything she knows about guys, she is going to have a chance to prove that the student can surpass the master.\n\nRuby didn’t see him around so she decided to sit down at an open chair, and as soon as she did it was like her date suddenly appeared out of nowhere to sit down at the same time.\n\n“Oh, you’re here. I didn’t see you there.”\n\nMeanwhile Jessica watched this display from a far-off corner of the library, wearing sunglasses and a beanie to conceal her identity. She peeked at them through a pair of binoculars and is surprised that the guy isn’t some neckbeard. He is actually decent looking. While she pondered how this could be, she got a tap on her shoulder.\n\n“Hey, no sunglasses and hats are allowed.”\n\n“Shut up, nerd.”\n\n“You really can’t. You should have read the new campus policy about covering your face on account of the—”\n\n“Get out of here. I’m really busy and trying to do some important work.”\n\n“I don’t want to get in trouble, I can’t lose this work-study position…”\n\nShe continued arguing with the guy while only being able to sneak in brief peeks at Ruby and the guy.\n\nAfter a bit of talking Ruby realized that she doesn’t even know this guy’s name. “So, I never got to catch your name.”\n\n“Name?” He started to flip through a book that he always has with him when he suddenly stopped on a page and reads. “Ah! My designation?” He started to ponder. “What do you call yourself.” He said while trying to buy himself some time to think of a human-like name.\n\n“But I was the one asking you the question…fine. I’m Ruby.”\n\n“The mineral?” He thought that humans must base their designations on the names of minerals and creates a name. “I am Diamond.”\n\n“Diamond? Is that your real name?”\n\n“Real name?”\n\nShe stares at him and he stares back.\n\n“Okay…Diamond it is then.”\n\nJessica continued to spy on them, with library goers sneaking occasional peeks at this creepy person in the corner with binoculars. At that moment, she felt confident about the bet. They were just staring at each other. Perfect.\n\nRuby felt the situation getting away from her and realized that it’s now or never. “So, Diamond…what do you think about this?” she said as she did a finger bang gesture.\n\nHe flipped through the pages of the book again and found what he was looking for. He acted out the instructions on the page and induces sweating so he can wipe it away, as per the diagram.\n\n“So…that makes you nervous? You must be a virgin then.”\n\n“Incorrect. I have deposited my genetic material many times.”\n\nThe quick response shocks Ruby, and what surprised her even more is the fact that all of the sweat is gone and he sat there, perfectly still, staring at her.\n\nMeanwhile, Jessica was having the time of her life, seeing her actually do the finger bang thing. She had been giving her bad advice for a long time just so she could laugh on the day Ruby finally had a date. But while she’s laughing, they both suddenly get up and Ruby grabs his hand, and they start to leave together. Jessica’s jaw practically fell to the floor."
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"content": "\"Zark, are you in there?\" Cinder asked as she knocked on the bathroom door. The demon wrapped her long thin tail over the handle and jiggled it. \"Come on out, *Blinky*. Our dear neighbor is here to see you.\" \n\n\"I'll be out in a minute,\" he replied. *Come on, man. Get ahold of yourself*, he thought, splashing cold water over his face. Zark waited until his reflection return to the mirror, then opened the door to find Cinder, staring at him with a wry smile.\n\nCinder lean over and inspected him. \"You've got some water on your collar,\" she whispered, running her long, red fingers over it. The droplets turned to steam with her touch, tickling his nose. She wrapped her tail around his thigh and thumped his groin with the end, looking for a reaction. She giggled as Zark began to flicker again, his invisibility curse responding to her. \"I love it when you're flustered.\"\n\n\"Come on,\" he complained. He moved around her and headed towards the living room, wiping the brimstone off his pants. He checked the hallway mirror and gave his shirt a tug, then greeted Amanda.\n\n\"Hey, how are y-\" he started but couldn't finish. He was caught off-guard by Amanda's monsterously large breasts, barely contained in her Majicks Omniversity sweatshirt. They were so massive, the undersides of each breast peaked out from the hem of the top. She hefted each side with her slender arms, which made it look like she was carrying two loads of laundry. \"What...what happened?\" he asked.\n\n\"I was-nngh-playing with the augmentation spell again,\" the witch replied, \"and I guess it got away from me.\" She swung her heavy breasts over the top of an arm chair and they crushed the pillowtop backrest. The shape of her nipples pushed out as her chest sank into the chair.\n\n\n\"That looks uncomfortable,\" he said with concern. \"Do you need an antidote?\"\n\n\"She needs a tape measure,\" Cinder replied from the hallway. She tucked a curl of her black hair behind a pointed ear. \"*I know* that you keep one in your bedside table.\"\n\nAmanda blushed but nodded. \"If I can correlate the casting and ingredients to the results, I should be able to get the dosage right next time.\" She rested an arm on her chest and bit her knuckle. \"Do you think you can help?\"\n\n\"Um, sure,\" he said. Zark swallowed hard and backed away slowly before turning to head down the hallway, but he didn't see Cinder behind him and ran face-first between her bare, greasy chest. She moaned playfully then tore his head off of her cleavage. He turned invisible immediately but she felt him tug himself away and walk to his bedroom. When he returned, Cinder stood behind Amanda, who was still parked over the arm chair. \n\n\"How is this going to work?\" he asked as he let one end of the tape measure fall to the floor. \n\n\"Come here,\" Cinder commanded. Zark stood by Amanda's side but Cinder pulled him closer, until he was practically grinding into Amanda's ass. She held the loose end of the tape and ran it over Amanda's chest, and handed the end back to Zark. Cinder's tail bent up between Amanda and Zark's legs, rubbing both their groins at the same time. Zark was startled, but Amanda bent her knees to drop onto it more, closing her eyes as the tape shifted over her nipples at the same time. \n\n\"Mmm, what's the number?\" Amanda asked softly. She leaned back and found Zark's bulge between her cheeks. \n\nZark was disappearing and reappearing with the same throbbing pulse as his stiffening cock. Cinder was right behind him, sandwiching him between her and Amanda. \"Eh....eighy-four inches,\" he stammered. He watched his hands fade away from his shirt sleeves as his invisibility made him look like animated clothes.\n\n\"Right,\" Cinder said, abruptly pulling him off Amanda. Zark's clothes fell to the ground in a small heap and he was left in the room, invisible and naked. The demon's skill at disrobing mortals was unmatched in her class. She stood behind Amanda and coiled her tail around them and lifted her enormous breasts from the chair. They turned as a single unit, facing the spot where Zark stood. Cinder pulled the sweatshirt up and Amanda's breasts dropped in front of him. \"Blinky,\" she cooed, \"step up and check her tits from the front.\" \n\nAmanda watched the tape measure rise from the floor and float in mid air, then press in to measure the distance between her hard nipples. Cinder bounced her breasts in her hands, and tape's edge flicked her skin, causing her to gasp. \n\n\"No, not that kind of test,\" Cinder said. She lifted Amanda's breasts onto Zark's shoulders and pulled him in, until his hot breath ran up her cleavage and around her neck. Cinder held his back while Amanda found his ass cheeks. \"That's better,\" she said. \"Everybody still breathing?\"\n\nZark let out a *mmmph*. Cinder held him for another moment before pushing him away again, leaving a wet spot of precum on her jeans. \n\n\"Oh Blinky,\" Cinder said, \"you left another wet spot.\" She ran her finger over Amanda's crotch and the cum stain evaporated. \"Do you want to show him the other wet spot,\" she asked Amanda. \n\n\"I...I can't reach my pants,\" Amanda whimpered. \n\n\"You heard her, Blinky, help her out.\"\n\nZark dropped to his knees and crawled under Amanda's chest and began to unbutton her pants. He pulled them down and she stepped out of them, revealing her trimmed pussy, already glistening. Cinder grabbed Amanda's thighs and hoisted her in the air, spreading her legs until her nipples touched her knees. \n\n\"Go on, Zark,\" she commanded. \"Clean her up.\"\n\nZark started with small licks on her inner thigh, licking off the juices that clung to her smooth skin. As he moved closer to her center, he kissed and caressed her, listening to her moan from the other side of her breasts. He found her clit and rubbed it with his nose as he sucked on her pussy lips and licked her clean. \n\n\"More, I'm getting more wet,\" Amanda whimpered as he sucked on her clit. She reached behind her head and found Cinder's face. Cinder's tail wrapped around Zark's cock and stroked him, rubbing his precum back over his shaft. He ate Amanda's pussy with more vigor, tugging on her nipples as he went. They kissed and moaned together as Zark brought Amanda to a shaking climax. When it was all over, Cinder laid her down on the couch, her breasts as big as throw pillows.\n\n\"One last test,\" Cinder said, wiping Amanda's brow. \"Have you ever fucked a woman's tits, Blinky?\"\n\n\"I thought that was just in pornos,\" he replied.\n\n\"Well, I would call these realistic,\" Amanda said. \"Climb aboard.\"\n\nZark began to flicker visibly again as he regained his composure. He straddled Amanda and let his cock rest between her breasts. \"Are you sure you want this?\"\n\n\"Yeah, let's give it a go.\"\n\nHe slid up her sides until her breasts rested on his thighs. She was hot to the touch and his cock throbbed under her weight. He leaned forward and began to rock, sliding his cock between her breasts. \n\n\"It's sort of hypnotic, the way they move,\" Cinder said, then pulled on Amanda's nipples. \"It's like watching the ocean.\"\n\nZark began to lose control and turned invisible. Amanda couldn't see him, but could feel him thrusting on her, his cock like a piston on her chest. Zark moved slowly at first, but once he found a pleasureable rhythm, he began fucking her tits in earnest. He let out a grunt and she felt the wet spurts shoot from her cleavage and dribble on her neck. As the last ribbon of cum oozed from his cock, Zark began to fade in. \n\n\"Verdict?\" Cinder asked, wiping the cum off of Amanda's chest.\n\n\"A Plus, would titty fuck again,\" Zark said, exhausted. \"Did you get all the data you needed, Amanda?\"\n\n\"Plenty,\" she replied, \"But maybe later you can help me with the re-tests, back in my room.\" She looked up and Cinder, who was already headed for the kitchen. \"You're invited too, you can never have too big a sample size.\"\n\n***\nComments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "Wait, did I just hear that right?" Asks the prince. "The Emperor of Japan gifted me a slutty ninja?" | [
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"content": "\"I-in so many words, your highness... does lord Saizai's gift not please you?\" A graying old man inquired.\n\nPrince Philip looked over the woman and her sparce apparel. A single short navy-blue robe that rested upon healty pale thighs and surrounded by a leather plate upon each hip. A golden scarf rested upon her shoulders. Together with the robe's deep neck, the two articles framed her sizable breasts.\n\nNeedless to say, the young prince was... thorough with his evaluation. He lingered upon her chest for a lengthy while. Appreciating the craftmanship of her robes, of course!\n\n\"Quite the opposite, actually! Japan's emporer has exquisite taste. What is her name, Mortimer?\"\n\n\"I am Hisako, your highness. Your kind words honor me and my lord Saizai.\" Hisako smiled through her rounded pink lips after executing a bow that allowed gravity to tug lightly upon her raven hair. Pinned up into a bun in the back, this left large strands over her ears that rested upon her shoulders as she stood back up. Her purple-hued determined eyes observed her new master.\n\n\"Hisako... has a nice ring to, dont you think so, Mortimer? Oriental culture is so elegant. I must return here some time.\"\n\n\"Yes, your highness. I quite agree.\"\n\nThe three of them boarded a British naval ship, and within the hour they were seafaring and Britian-bound.\n\nNighttime rolled in quickly, the sea and sky fading into darkness. The only lights in sight were the lanterns upon the boat and the moon and stars in the sky.\n\nPrince Philip had already prepared himself for bed. Equipping his royal pajamas and placing his regal night cap upon his short blonde hair.\n\n\"Hah, what a wonderful time in the orient!\" He sighed as he sat upon the silken sheets of his matress. \"If only I could spend my life there.\"\n\nPhilip looked about, wondering where is gift had ran off to. \"Ehm... Miss Hisako?\"\n\nThe sheets of his bed flung wide towards the foot of the bed, and the hourglass figure of Hisako was revealed. She wore only the robe, her scarf and armor nowhere to be seen. \"Yes, master?\"\n\nPhilip fell onto the floor due to the shock of the sight. A thump from his impact before he quickly stood up and looked away.\n\n\"Miss Hisako! There you are! I was curious to where you had run off to!\" Philip let out a fake laugh, trying to calm his nerves and keep up the impression of an ever-one-step-ahead prince who was incapable of losing his cool. \"Not that I mind at all, but I must ask; why are you in my bed?\"\n\nHisako grinned and crawled over closer to the prince. The ninja lay her hands upon Philip's chest and gazed up at him. \"To ensure my master's safety, of course. Tis my duty.\"\n\n\"Heh... quite true, quite true.\" Philip nervously agreed. He felt a stirring in his loins, a stiffness in his pants and a heat in his cheeks. He wanted to play along, but under all the bravado the prince was unsure and uncertain. Not to mention a virgin. He didn't know if he could satisfy this woman.\n\nHisako saw the tent in his pants and slid down her master's pants. His erection flopped out, twitching and solid. Philip screamed internally. There was no going back. This was all so sudden! He needed time to mentally prepare!\n\nBut Hisako was already slurping up and kissing upon his stiff rich noodle. And by the sounds of her muffled groans, she was quite enjoying it.\n\nIt wasn't the mightiest of swords, as the prince even in adulthood was a late bloomer. So it wasn't very difficult for Hisako to sheathe his prick inside her sopping wet mouth.\n\nPrince Philip gripped her head as he began to climax. Cum shot out from his prick and streamed down Hisako's throat. The ninja happily wrapped her arms around his thighs, attempting to squeeze out ever drop from his young virgin balls.\n\nPhilip stepped away when he was finally released, and fell into an arm chair. Cum drizzled softly from his cock as he panted heavily. His shaft was spent and wilting, but Hisako was barely getting started, as she had slid her bouncing breasts out of her robe and began massaging her nethers. \n\nThe inexperienced Prince Philip was about to endure a lengthy night of extensive cultural enrichment."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When she pitched a free use wall for the Christmas Party, it was a joke. Now that her and her 2 friends are completely naked, with everything below their waist sticking out of a hole in a temporary wall to be freely fucked with mutual anonymity. This is now the most embarrassing Holiday ever. | [
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"content": "This story includes bondage and sexual activities with questionable consent, just as a fair warning.\n\n---\n\n“You can’t be serious!” Susan said.\n\nHer boss, Mr. Wood, took a long draw from his steaming cup of coffee.\n\n“I am. I ran the idea past HR. They loved it. They said it’d help raise morale around here. I don’t see why you’re so upset. This was your idea after all.”\n\n“I was joking!”\n\nMr. Wood shrugged.\n\n“In any case, we’re doing it. We’re already setting up the wall down in one of the spare meeting rooms. You know that huge one in the basement we never use? They already laid brick. They’ve got about half the wall done. The painters will be here tomorrow.”\n\n“Brick!?”\n\n“That’s right, HR loved the idea so much we’ve decided to make this a permanent part of our Christmas tradition here at the office.”\n\n“This is ridiculous!” Susan crossed her arms. “I won’t be a part of this insanity.”\n\n“I’m sorry you feel that way,” Mr. Wood said. He furrowed his brow. “I’m sorry because you and the other girls’ attendance is mandatory. For obvious reasons.”\n\n“WHAT!? There is no way that –\"\n\n Mr. Wood waved his hand and cut off her protests.\n\n“The legal team has already given us the okay. If you or the other girls refuse, or are otherwise unable to attend, then you’ll all be punished accordingly. We’re taking this quite seriously, Susan. You need to as well.”\n\nSusan paced. There had to be some way out of this.\n\n“We can’t do that. How are we supposed to work here after every guy sees us – and ugh, uses us – like that? That would create a hostile work environment,” Susan said.\n\n“We already thought of that, Susan,” Mr. Wood said. “You and the other girls identities will be kept secret. You’re going to have to work with us on that. First things first, you and the rest of the girls need to shave your cunts.”\n\n“EXCUSE ME!?”\n\nMr. Wood pointed at her hair. Her distinctively blonde hair.\n\n“I assume the carpet matches the drapes? Come on, Susan, think. If you don’t shave your bush everyone here might figure out which girl is you. We have other measures that will match the holiday spirit.”\n\nSusan couldn’t believe her free use wall idea was going to happen.\n\n--\n\nBut then it was before the Christmas party and she and the other office girls were getting ready.\n\n“Quit squirming,” The artist said as she painted Susan’s body. “You think this is easy?”\n\nBut keeping still was difficult. Susan and the rest of the office girls, including her two best friends, Zoe and Rebecca, were stark naked standing out in the open. Susan’s face was bright red. She didn’t even like undressing in the girl’s locker room. The company hired artists to paint the girls up as Santa’s reindeer. Susan’s artist was putting the finishing touches on Susan’s huge breasts.\n\n“Way to go, Susan,” Zoe said. “If you had just kept your mouth shut, we’d be at a bar getting plastered!”\n\nSusan had dropped to the bottom of the social totem pole amongst the girls. They gave her the silent treatment before the event.\n\n“I love how you made my tits look! It’s like I really have fur!” Rebecca squealed. She put her hands behind her head and swayed her tits experimentally.\n\nTypical Rebecca. Always so upbeat.\n\nMr. Wood, now wearing a Santa hat, entered the room. Rebecca grinned and waved at him. Susan covered herself and shied away. The other girls did the same. \n\n“Looking good, ladies! It’s time for everyone to get into position. Come on, come on. We need to get you all locked in position before everyone arrives!”\n\nMr. Wood shepherded the girls out into the hallway. Susan kept her arm over her breasts and her hand over her pussy as she trotted down to the meeting room. The office was supposed to empty now, thank god, but she was terrified that they’d have early guests.\n\nThe meeting room had been overhauled. The new wall was painted into a wintery landscape. Santa was in the background riding his sleigh, waving with a cartoon speech bubble coming out of his mouth. He said, “Ho ho ho!” Santa held the reins to his reindeer, cleverly painted to match the cutout positions on the wall. Above each cutout in the wall were the names: Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Donner, and Blitzen. Rudolph was in the center.\n\nOff to the side was a large bowl overflowing with candy cane-themed condoms.\n\nZoe sneered. “I’m going to get you back for this. Somehow.”\n\nMr. Wood clapped and lead the girls to the other side of the wall. There was a mirror image of the painting on this side as well. Here the bondage apparatuses were more prominent. Techs waited for the girls. Susan nearly died from embarrassment as she recognized Tim from maintenance. He blew her a kiss as his eyes raked over her naked flesh. \n\n“Over here, Susan. You’re Rudolph tonight,” Tim said.\n\nThe techs helped each girl into position. They roped the girls’ legs into frogties and then sleeved them within individual leather leg binders, laced them up, and then locked them with a padlock.\n\n“Hands, darling,” Tim said to Susan. \n\nSusan had no choice but to comply. She held out her hands. Tim forced Susan to ball her hands into fists. He then wrapped up them up tightly in bondage mitts. The techs set each girl into their apparatus’s stocks, making sure their necks and wrists lined up with the holes, before snapping the stocks shut and locking them.\n\n“Come on, girls! This is fun!”\n\n“Shut up, Rebecca!” Zoe screamed.\n\nTim snapped his fingers.\n\n“Mouth,” He said.\n\nSusan reluctantly opened her mouth. Tim shoved in a metal ring gag before she could change her mind then locked it around her head. Tim stuffed her ears full of cotton and then covered them with a pair of lightweight, noise-canceling acoustic ear muffs. The noise from the room’s movement was silenced immediately and Susan could only hear the sound of her blood pumping through her veins. Tim pulled out the eyeless bondage hood next. Tim stuffed Susan’s head and well kempt hair into the hood, then pulled the threads tight around her head.\n\n“Too tight?” Tim asked.\n\nSusan tried to tell him, ‘Yes’.\n\nTim loosened the threads… then tightened them until his knuckles went white. He knotted the threads. He pulled out a padlock and miniature chain and secured the hood further.\n\n\"Now for the finishing touches,\" Tim said.\n\nTim covered Susan’s leg binders with a brown sleeve with a plastic hoof at the end. He covered her bondage mitts with matching hoof mitts. He pulled a reindeer head mask down over her hooded head. As part of the preparations the mask’s eye holes were stitched shut and the mouth was cut open so men could access the girls’ mouths. Tim tweaked the plastic antlers. As Susan was Rudolph, her mask had a bright red nose. Tim strung up a number of golden bells across Susan’s antlers. He took alligator clips with attached belts and clipped them to Susan’s nipples. Susan mewled as they bit into her sensitive flesh.\n\nTim looked around. The rest of the girls were bound and dressed similarly to Susan.\n\nThe techs left. There was one final touch for the reindeer girls. Thick, deer tail buttplugs were lubed up and shoved into every girl’s ass except for Susan. She instead got a red jeweled buttplug. She was Rudolph, after all. It was the first time most of the girls had anything in their ass. They squealed helplessly.\n\nMr. Wood surveyed the wall of anonymous asses before him.\n\n“Perfect.”\n\nThe guests would arrive soon. The girls waited in silent apprehension.\n\nExcept Rebecca. Her pussy was dripping wet.\n\n--\n\nThe Christmas party was a smash success. Almost instantly a man occupied every reindeer’s ass, pumping eagerly into their tight pussy. Load after load was pumped into the girls. Filled condoms littered the floor. As soon as the men discovered the girls’ front sides were also available, they were also mounted. The men joked and laughed and murmured their guesses as to which ass belonged to which girl.\n\nMr. Wood fantasized about sending a mass email to all the men in the company to reveal which reindeer was which girl. Instead he helped himself to Rudolph’s tight cunt, driving his thick cock deep within her hot core. Susan’s pussy hugged his cock tightly. Mr. Wood wondered if Susan was into being treated this way. Rebecca certainly was; her pussy milked each prick shoved into it like a hungry whore.\n\nMr. Wood hilted himself inside Susan’s pussy and blew a hot load into her. He pulled out with a contented sigh. His softening, oversensitive dick drooped, the condom heavy with his fat wad of cum at the end. Mr. Wood tied the condom shut and dropped it to the floor to join with all the others.\n\nMr. Wood joined the crowd. Told anecdotes, told shitty jokes that everyone laughed at anyway. And when he was ready, he returned to Susan. This time to her front. He had to wait on that drunken asshole Frank to finish pumping his cock into her mouth before it was his turn.\n\nMr. Wood pulled his cock from his pants and shoved it down Susan’s throat. Her throat spasmed around his prick. Mr. Wood didn’t give a shit. He was happy to see her struggle and choke on his cock. Susan's bells rang as he pumped her face. He slammed in and out of her masked face until he had his second orgasm in her. Susan gagged on his cum.\n\nThe girls had long lines waiting their turn. Rebecca’s lines were the longest. \n\nMr. Wood returned to Susan’s face four more times that night. On the fifth time, with his cock as deep down her throat as he could force, he looked down at her and said, “You know what, Susan? I think this is the best idea you’ve ever had.”\n\nHe orgasmed again. Tucked his cock back into his pants.\n\n“This gives me an idea for the New Year’s party…”\n\n--\n\nTell me what you think. I thought this prompt deserved a little Christmas love.\n\n... And a quick edit."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Instead of paying for a train ticket, women can elect to ride free in a Freeuse passenger car. Karla, a petite college freshman forgot her traincard in her dorm when she went home during the holidays. To get back to her college town, she decides to ride in the freeuse car. | [
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"content": "Karla hesitantly entered the car. Despite the rumors of a constant orgy, she found herself in a car somewhat empty, with all of the women already stripped bare, seated on soft pleather seats. As she took to an empty bench, she heard a voice speak up.\n\n\"New to the freeuse section?\" A girl not much older than her asked. She looked more annoyed than curious, her manicured hands holding a phone adorned with stickers and rhinestones.\n\n\"Y-yeah,\" Karla replied. \"Just forgot my traincard at school.\"\n\n\"Look precious, I'm sure I can hear your story later on while we're getting fucked. Just do yourself the favor and strip. Better now than when some john comes through and rips your clothes to pieces because he likes to get rough.\"\n\nKarla stared, surprised at the woman's bluntness. \"Move it or regret it toots!\" She blinked back to attention, and started to strip. \n\nAs the train pulled away from the station, the train intercom came to life. \"The freeuse car will be available within the next few minutes. Please wait for our signal. Friendly reminder to all passengers that ticket checks will be done prior to freeuse car being accessible. Any male caught within the freeuse car prior to ticket check clear will be fined.\"\n\nKarla looked back at the girl, distracted by her phone. \"Hey, what's it like here?\"\n\nThe girl looked up. \"Not bad, really. Good place for a working girl to find clients.\" \n\n\"Really?\"\n\n\"If you're smart, and not some sex-addicted slut.\" A woman across from her said. Karla looked at the older woman, dark haired with a far more thicker build compared to Karla and the other girl. \"Freeuse means you'll get fucked, sometimes by just one guy, other times by a lot of different guys. Hell, even some gals come through if they're daring enough. Do a little more for them than basic expectations, then share contact info. Some of my best clients came from here.\"\n\nKarla was amazed, hearing this from the prostitute. \"How much do you make?\"\n\nThe woman laughed. \"Here? Not a damn coin. Tips end up soaked in jizz, and no store wants their cash to have fluids or smell. They end up thinking it's drugs or something. But after, maybe even enough to pay for a couple of those school classes you're taking.\"\n\nKarla heard the door slam at the end of the car, and saw a woman walk in, bulky under the trainman's uniform.\n\n\"So...the Freeport five in the freeuse car.\" The woman chuckled to herself. Karla looked at her quizzingly as she laughed off her joke.\n\n\"So, some faces look familiar, some aren't. Either way, rules are simple: We do identification checks for our records. You all already had to sign agreements with the agents before coming into the car. You didn't pay with cash, so you're paying with your ass. Maybe. Could just be your mouth.\" Some girls groaned, but the woman continued. \n\n\"Because this is a civil society, I'm here to break it up if the freeuse becomes abuse. I have whistles for all of you. He pounds your butt to oblivion, not my problem. He starts to pound your face, it becomes one. If he's in the warning stages, whistle and I come in to investigate. Now, don't think this is in any way, shape, or form a free pass from being touched. Conductor will announce when freeuse period ends, which gives you all time to try to make yourself decent before the next stop. Any questions?\"\n\nKarla raised her hand. \"Do you have anything to help clean?\"\n\n\"Nope!\" said the woman cheerfully. \"Shoulda read the waiver. If that's it, please pull out your identification.\"\n\nAs the woman walked though, Karla felt her stomach drop imagining what could come soon. Yet, in the depths of her loins, she trembled with excitement. She placed the lanyard over her neck, the whistle firmly in her hand.\n\nA soft chime came on overhead. \"The freeuse car is now available. Please watch your step coming into the freeuse car.\"\n\n[*A small start to build up. Let me know what you think*]"
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"content": "\"Good afternoon and welcome colleagues, Department of Corrections representatives, and local media to Cybtex Labs in beautiful Las Vegas, Nevada!\" A polite applause broke out in response to the introduction over the loudspeakers as a tall, slender blonde walked out onto the raised stage. Sharon Reese was a beautiful woman, midway through her forties, and recently divorced to an insecure man who couldn't keep up with her success. Her shiny golden hair was pulled back tightly in a bun giving an unobstructed view of her smooth skin, tightly hugging her cheekbones and sharp chin. A small microphone was tucked around her ear holding a wire inches away from her thick, puffy lips coated a deep maroon. All this was visible of course, as two massive projectors were displaying the close-up camera on her as she came to a stop under a spotlight at the front of the stage.\n\nFew eyes, however, were watching the cameras. In a dark auditorium of a hundred or so team members and spectators, each one of them were focused on the blindingly bright orange bodysuit she was wearing. It started at the neck, and tightly enveloped her entire body save for her hands. A black stripe ran the length of each arm and each leg which ended in black rubber boots without any laces. \"Ladies and Gentleman\" she said confidently, \"The Cybtex C-1 bodysuit!\" As she twirled around slowly, mimicking a fashion model the audience saw a similar black stripe in the back which made up the only seam in the entire suit. One that left no part of her body to be imagined. She confidently turned again, proud of the suit her company had produced, and if she was being honest, proud of her body, and hard earned ass. \n\n\"I appreciate you coming to today's event. Many of you may be questioning why a local fetish gear company has submitted a bid to the Department of Corrections, and I assure you our team has built a solution that will take the current system into the future with us.\" She paused to allow for some applause before resuming. \"Think of a prison today. Think of a prison from a hundred years ago, two thousand years ago even. What has changed?\" Sharon asked rhetorically. \"We're too focused on the punitive, and not enough on rehabilitation. The C-1 will change that. Instead of costly prisons and jails removing people from society and productivity, the C-1 allows criminals of all types to return to society, return to the work force, go back to paying bills, building value, and rehabilitating themselves back into their lives.\"\n\nAs the crowd cheered, the two projected camera shots that flanked either side of Sharon now switched to a presentation with a list of bullet points as she continued. \"For more than twenty years Cybtex has been manufacturing the highest grade rubber products available, using proprietary methods that eliminate the need for sewing, and thus our products have no weak spots.\" She ran her hand along her outstretched arm, down the side of her torso and finally down the side of her thigh. Despite some 'privacy padding' in certain areas it was very clear she was wearing only the suit. \"Once fitted, this suit will not come off. And if you'd like some more information on the built in GPS, cleaning system, thermovoltaic power, and monitoring equipment feel free to read the handouts or wait until the Q&A, I want to focus on why Cybtex's history and experience will revolutionize rehabilitation.\"\n\nThe screens changed again, this time reading in big bold font 'SAFETY'. Sharon turned so that her side was now facing the audience, gesturing towards the black stripe that ran down the thighs and calves of the suit. \"Embedded in the seams of our anti-rip rubber are our one-of-a-kind electromagnets. And despite our less professional origins, this technology is prime for commercial use. Cybtex magnets are known for being able to restrain and even suspend sexual partners, and we have built on that to produce our strongest magnetic system yet. If the wearer's suit is remotely activated, or if someone must call out for help the magnets at the knees activate, then up the thigh and down the leg in parallel until the wearer's legs are bent, ankles firmly held against the rear. Likewise the arms are forced to be folded at the elbow which is held against the body.\" Sharon mimicked the position, touching her hands to her shoulders and squeezing her elbows into her sides. \"And finally\", Sharon remarked, turning to look up at one of the screens as it changed to 'HUMILIATION'. \"What we have been calling 'humiliation rehabilitation'.\n\nAfter finishing her air quotes, Sharon moved her hands down to her waist, pretending to straighten a belt. \"We believe that chastity is a powerful motivator, I mentioned earlier that the suit cannot be removed or tampered with, as it is designed from the boots up as a child of our greatest chastity products. The groin is padded and threaded with Kevlar to prevent any penetration and any vibration through the suit.\" She moved her hands up and squeezed her breasts remarking \"The nipples are as well.\"\n\n\"The C-1 bodysuit is embedded with our fan favorite erogenous stimulation technology. If needed to perform various action or verbal correcting punishments, the magnets will subdue the wearer and the suit will begin to stimulate them until they are on the edge of orgasm, holding them there, unable to move until the punishment is finished. This of course, is still in development to ensure the maximum height of pleasure without an orgasm. Again, I would like to thank you all for coming out to our presentation, our head of Development will be conducting the question and answer po--\"\n\nSharon abruptly stopped. She looked down at the suit nervously as a thin red light in the mag-stripes ascended from the boots and up her legs. \"This isn't supposed to happen, someone must have activated my suit.\" Sharon thought to herself, smiling at the crowd, now noticing the silence following her pause. \"Question and answer portion. Thank you.\" She spit out quickly, taking a step back from the stage. The impressed crowd applauded the CEO but she already knew someone had just cost her the Trillion dollar contract. She felt an immense pressure in her knees, forcibly bending her legs, within seconds she was kneeling in the ground, ankles pinned to her ass. Her arms in turn bent upwards. Sharon tried to move but she more than anyone knew it was useless. She contemplated calling out for help, but her reputation would be ruined. \"A quick demonstration first!\" She announced, praying to God she be released.\n\nBut she knew better. Once activated the suit was ruthless at preventing free will. She struggled against the suit for it to respond by warming her groin. Soon after, a soft suction began to arouse her nipples. The best she could hope for at this point was a short punishment. \"As you can see the suit has pinned me down\" she tried to explain to the interested crowd. The suit began to slowly inflate and deflate with a warm liquid small pockets on either side of her sex, softly massaging the lips of her pussy. Her breathing became more heavy, and describing the process took time to verbalize. \"It has initiated the... erogenous stimulation, and is... Gently... Oh fuck...\" The suit let out a beep in response to her vulgarity, a third inflatable section began to fill, pushing itself inside her and starting a low, constant vibration. \n\nDespite being the CEO of the company, she had rarely tested out much of their line of sex toys, often finding them too stimulating. Now she had no choice. By now the vibration had been teasing her clit for at least five minutes... Or so it felt like. Either way Sharon had completely abandoned her 'presentation', now only able to focus on the constant, warm buzz in her pussy. The more she struggled, the more powerful the suit would vibrate inside her. All the while she knelt under a spotlight, pinned down by her suit. The crowd simply watched, still fooled that this was just an inappropriate demonstration. \n\nAnd it continued, Sharon had already gone through multiple waves of being right at the brink of orgasm before the suit would ease slightly, torturing her again and again. Escape was no longer important to her, the more she was teased the only thing she cared about was the ever elusive orgasm. Her mind was lost, she could only try to will her body to orgasm but it never came. The edge was pleasurable. The edge was painful. Both sweat and tears ran down Sharon's face as she kneeled helplessly. The brilliant woman had no response, At the height of her next edge Sharon began to subconsciously rock her hips violently, pussy squeezing down hard on the vibrating stimuli, her body abandoning her mind out of necessity trying to gain the slightest extra stimulation to send her over the edge. She. Was. Almost.\n\n\"No!!!\" She screamed out into the microphone. The red lights on the suit went off and her arms fell limp beside her. Instinctually her hands went to her groin to finish herself off but met only the unrelenting rubber of the suit. She knew her situation. Trapped in an unremovable suit, any attempts at tampering with it would only give her another agonizing bout of teasing. Someone had done this to her, and she had to find out who, and why. Attempting to regain any semblance of composure Sharon stood up, took a bow, and walked off the stage, every step reminding her of her soaking wet, swollen, and unsatisfied pussy."
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"content": "Libidna examined herself, naked in the bedroom mirror, looking for flaws to accentuate. She traced the outline of the sigils and tattoos over her waist and belly, turning around to get a better look at her teardrop ass. Her demon body was forged in a pit of molten lust, a millenia ago, but she was hard-pressed to find signs of aging. Libidna’s full figure could be everything to every man’s desires, thanks to the primitive humans’ minds, incapable of seeing in all twelve of her dimensions. “Damn,” she muttered, shaking her head, “I look too good.”\n\nShe opened a drawer in the vanity and pulled out a pair of glasses with rectangular frames. Libidna snapped her fingers and the lenses thickened, and when she wore them, her eyes were magnified to cartoonish proportions. The illusion of a visual impairment would have to be good enough, she thought. Libidna zipped up a loose hoodie with nothing underneath and dressed for her day off. \n\n*Next Stop, Copley Square*, announced the train conductor. Libidna hopped off the Green line and sat down on a bench across from St. Trinity church. A homeless man dusted the space next to her and sat down uninvited.\n\n“When was your last confession?” he asked.\n\n“Here? Fifty, maybe Eighty years ago. I blew a priest in a confession booth, while he was still seeing parishioners,” Libidna replied. She remembered how, in the darkness, he flicked the rosary beads with the same precision he employed on her sex. “I think he killed himself. I haven’t been there since.”\n\n“Such a waste. Humans can be so *conflicted*.”\n\n“How’s work been going for you, Barbariccia? Do you still have would-be witches calling for you?”\n\n“Pfft, it sucks now,” Barbariccia grumbled. “No one wants their wishes fulfilled, they just want more likes on Instagram. What the fuck is a *Tik Tok*?”\n\nLibidna laughed a little and kissed him on his scruffy cheek. “It’s the gig economy, get used to it. At least it’s got flexible hours. I’m taking a personal day today.”\n\n“Did you bank enough already? You succubi have it so easy.”\n\n“It’s still *work*, damn it. Get over yourself. As it happens, I am a little short for this century, but I really need a day off.... I need to recharge my batteries.” She heard the church bells gong and a flock of pigeons took off from the stone roof. \n\n“That’s my call,” Barbariccia said, pulling out a notepad from his dirty coat pocket. “Hmm, seems like there are three girls at Smith who are *experimenting*. Catcha later.”\n\n“Have fun, B.” She watched him jump into the air, his monstrous wings tearing through the fabric. *Humans ignore the homeless at their own peril*, she thought as he flew away. Libidna looked at the empty flower beds and felt dead inside. *Well, more dead inside,* she thought. Even though it was a slow start to the decade, Libidna didn’t much feel like sucking sexual energy.\n\nLibidna gazed at the people walking through the square, a mixture of suits and tourists alike. She casually unzipped her hoodie, just an inch from the top. The men cocked their heads, reacting to her subdued allure. Any one of them would willingly leave their wives and family to spend their last days with her, to worship her body and tithe with their own. “Not today,” she said, zipping herself back up. \n\nShe walked into a comic book store to research what lust-fueled images were *en vogue*. The store was half full with male patrons. *Typical,* she thought as she walked to the “New Items” bin. Libidna thumbed through an issue of X-Men and laughed at the impossible poses forced upon Jean Grey. She grabbed a few others and approached the counter. \n\nThe large man held a breakfast sandwich in one hand and rang her out with the other. Above him, Libidna noticed something familiar. “Can I see *that* doll?” she asked, pointing to the shelf.\n\n“*That*, is no doll, missy” he snapped. “*That*, is a cast resin figurine model of Beatriz De Costa, a.k.a. Fire. One of a kind.” He wiped his greasy hand with a napkin then reached up to get the model. Libidna held the model base and looked astonished: the likeness was uncanny, a nearly exact replica of her in her “work” form. Even the green flames that seemed to move as she turned the model in her hands were reminiscent of the aura she projected.\n\n“Where did it come from?” she asked.\n\n“A local artist sold it, mmm, maybe a year ago? I think his stamp is on the bottom.” \n\nLibidna turned the model over, and the model’s outstretched hand snagged on her zipper. She was so entranced by the model, she didn’t notice the hoodie opened halfway down her chest. “Daniel Chambers...hey, do you know if this address is accurate?” she asked the cashier.\n\nHe didn’t answer. His mouth was agape and drooling as he stared at her exposed cleavage. \n\n“Oh, fuck,” she muttered, covering her face with her palm. Libidna heard stacks of comics drop on the floor behind her, followed by low, guttural moans. The men stood in place, massaging the bulges in their khakis, some already stained. She put the model on the counter and walked to the back room, pulling her hoodie off completely. The sight of Libidna’s breasts sent a shock wave of pleasure through the store, and the cashier quickly locked the front door, turning off the “Open” sign.\n\n“So much for my day off,” she said, as a line formed behind her.\n\n***\nSoftcore Sunday. Comments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Binding a powerful Succubus to her service worked out... exactly as intended, much to everyone's surprise. | [
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"content": "\"...mmm? Is something wrong, my Mistress?\" \n\nThe summoned succubus, Lynnera, poked her head up from out between the thighs of June, who was the mage who had bound the demon to this contract. In the previous nights that had marked the beginning of her service, the succubus became accustomed to the moans and pleas for more that would escape June's lips, though the human would struggle to hold them in out of some sense of pride...a foreign concept to a lust demon. Regardless, any sort of pleasure that the servant would bring to June, be it a thorough massaging of her breasts, or an investigation of what laid between her legs lead by the succubi's skilled serpentine tongue had resulted in a climactic night enjoyed by all but...\n\nTonight, the mage's mind seemed to be elsewhere. She still moaned and reacted softly to the succubi's advances, the feeling of pleasure certainly not gone from her body, but Lynnera could tell she was distracted by something. The terms of the succubi's binding contract stated for the demon to always provide pleasure when asked by June, so investigating whatever issue inhibited her Mistress's experience fell well within her rights.\n\n\"O-oh, it's... nothing, Lynnera. Nothing that's y-your fault, of course.\"\n\nThe servant pushed her body up from the woman's thighs, climbing up the bed to lay beside June. Her impossibly shaped figure, curvy and voluptuous yet thin, a trademark for a succubus, rested closely against June's, the demon intending to use it and her techniques to draw out information.\n\n\"My dearest June... there's no need to hide a piece of information from me if it's eating you up. Be it an issue in here or with someone else, I promise you I can take care of it. You can trust me; I don't bite... unless asked.\" She ended her reassurance with a seductive wink. The mage looked down and away, a slight flush of red filling her face before she began to respond.\n\n\"It's just... a bit odd to me. That everything is going *right*. I-I half-expected it to all blow up in my face. Like you'd eat up my soul without a night's pleasure, or wreck havoc upon the mortal plane the instant you got here o-or...\" June neglected to reveal the last idea that had formed in her mind, not just tonight, but many nights ago.\n\n\"Well, as they say, *you got me*. I've been bound to many a contract with glaring flaws, be it in the wording or the ritual itself that have allowed me to perform the acts you've listed. But, your's is one of the few that's ironclad. Rock solid. Not an inch of wiggle room within my power, to do anything other than pleasure you at *your* will. Dare I say, you've impressed me with your magic, mortal.\"\n\n\"Oh... I see.\" The tinge of disappointment within her voice finally tipped the succubus off that there was something that she needed to address for her Mistress. That... couldn't be it, could it?\n\n\"...were you hoping for something to go wrong?\" Lynnera asked, simply throwing the question out there. The mage's head shot upwards.\n\n\"No-no, I-I don't want you to burn down towns, or kill a bunch of people, or eat my soul or anything, Miss Lynnera... but...\" Her head slowed bowed back down in a meek manner, her green eyes nervously starting up at the succubus. Dots started to connect within the demon's head, from the woman's awkward commands filled with \"uhms\", delays, and strange starters such as \"if you'd like...\". And with the context of how she was acting tonight...\n\nShe chuckled softly. \"My dear June, I'd be more than happy to oblige your fantasies. I am, after all, to provide you with the greatest amount of pleasure.\"\n\n\"...r-really?\" She spoke softly, slowly a smile growing on her face.\n\n\"Of course. Though I may steal a kiss or two...\" The succubus pounced on top of her prey, quickly pinning her arms to the bed. Excitement began to grow within June's chest as she tugged against the grip of Lynnera, unable to even shift it even an little on her own. The succubi's head began to slowly lean in towards June's, stopping mere inches away from the woman's lips as she teasingly held a crimson pair of her own so close. She held her head still there for a painstakingly long period, small giggles being elicited from both sides of the pair as the teasing endured. Eventually, June couldn't take it anymore, and with all her strength, leaned up to directly kiss the demon on her lips. The embrace was long and passionate, and Lynnera felt a few small sparks of... something flicker her chest, and she was lost in thought trying to identify the unusual feeling before she remembered to pull away.\n\n\"Oh, my sweet summer June. I said *I* would be the one stealing kisses, didn't I? I suppose I'll have to punish you for that little crime, won't I?\"\n\nJune nodded in agreement. \"Yes... Mistress.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You can now ask anyone anything and they have to answer truthfully. This has revealed a lot of things and the world has changed a lot because of that. | [
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"content": "He was calling again. I was tempted not to pick up, but I knew it wouldn’t make much of a difference. He’d still be by… again, and again. The phone had rung five times. I picked it up before it went to voicemail. “Hello?”\n\nHe was straight to the point. “What, exactly, are you wearing?”\n\nI held my mouth still, for a moment, but the words came out. “A tight red sweater dress, size 2, a black lace bra, size 34FF, black, lace side-tie panties, size small, and black thigh-high socks.\n\n“No shoes?”\n\n“No. I’m at home.” I said.\n\n“I’m going to come over for sex. Will you be there?”\n\nTaking my time, I exhaled a long breath. “Yes.” A mild blush passed over me.\n\n“Did you know that I had this call on speakerphone?”\n\n“No.” My blush was heating up quite a bit.\n\n“How does that make you feel?” he asked.\n\n“Embarrassed,” I said.\n\nHe clicked his tongue. “How does that make you feel, in detail?”\n\nMy skin was burning hot, my face totally red. “Embarrassed and horny. My nipples have gotten stiff, and I can practically feel my clit tingling. I’m getting a bit wet, and my vagina is starting to quiver in anticipation.”\n\n“Do you want to know who is listening to this call?”\n\n“NO!” I said, hoping that he would listen, knowing that he wouldn’t.\n\n“It’s the League of Ultras,” he said, “I was just telling them about how I was going to go fuck Lazerlace.”\n\n“Fuuuck...” I groaned, embarrassed beyond belief, as I ran my hand through my bobbed, red hair. Did he have to put the other supers on?\n\n“Lucia?” He asked. “Do you still want me to come over?”\n\nI inhaled for so long that my lungs hurt, pursing my lips tightly together, still though, I spoke, “Yes...” I sighed so loudly that everyone on the other side had to have heard.\n\n“See you soon.” He hung up.\n\nI groaned, even as I felt myself getting hornier. Great. Now the whole super community knew that I was a slut. Lazerlace – super speed, turns into light, shoots lasers, fucks on command. No one took Forthright seriously, at first, with his ability to make people answer truthfully, but his power was incredibly useful. It had certainly proved useful when we first met, and the first thing he said to me was “What would it take to get you to blow me?” I answered, “Not much. I like sucking cock. Now that you’ve asked, if you take me back up to your room and whip your dick out… I’ll probably do it” much to my shock, right in front of Clocknight. He seemed to get off on laying bare just what an easy lay I was, just like he loved making villains reveal their hidden desires and painful truths. It was always kind of a power trip for him.\n\nI considered leaving my apartment. I could be anywhere else on earth in the blink of an eye. I could go to space… But I knew I wasn’t going to do that.\n\nThere was a knock on the door. I didn’t say anything, just staring at it for a long moment.\n\n“Lucia?” his voice called through the door, “Are you in there?”\n\nI hummed and hopped in place, my large breasts bouncing, as I looked at the ceiling, fighting the urge to answer. “Yes,” I called back.\n\n“Are you going to let me in, or not?”\n\nI crossed my arms and pursed my lips, staring at the door, breathing heavily through my nose. “Yes,” I found myself saying, nonetheless.\n\n“How long, exactly, will I have to wait?”\n\nRolling my eyes, I zipped over to the door in a flash of lazer light. I flung the door open. “There. It’s open. Come in.”\n\nHe didn’t have a secret identity. He was just an underwear model by day and a hero by night. His motto? ‘I have nothing to hide, and neither will you. His signature expression? That insufferable smirk on his handsome face. I made a show of rolling my eyes at him, again.\n\nHe smirked even harder, as he stepped into my apartment. “Tell me, Lazerlace, on a scale of one to ten, how good looking do you think I am?\n\nMy nipples were getting stiff, even as I tried to pretend I was eating a lemon. “Eight… point… seven,” my mouth said, regardless.\n\n“I can live with that,” he said, winking at me, as he stroked his chin faux-thoughtfully. “You know… I’m kind of in the mood to have you just grab the back of your couch.” He pointed a thumb, “So I can just pound you like a cheap slut and blow out of here… what would it take to make that happen?”\n\n“Fuck….” I said, as a long sigh, as I struggled with myself, trying to do anything but answer with my mouth, even as I felt my skin blush and my pussy start to quiver with anticipation. I tried to think of other things. I tried to think of just zipping off to Tokyo… “Just grab me by the hips and shove me over there. I’ll probably get with the program,” I said, fully wet and deadly embarrassed at the same time.\n\n“Cheers, then!” he said, and he placed his hands on my small waist.\n\nSliding his hands down to my wide hips, he pulled me over toward the couch. Pushing me forward, at my back, when we were close enough for me to bend over and grab on. I instantly did, arching my back, as he reached under my dress and untied my panties, pulling them away. His hands groped over the backs of my thick, athletic thighs, teasing me, groping near my pussy, groping my round ass. I was writhing in place, chasing his hands, as they moved, trying to catch his hands between my thighs and hold them there, sighing with need and anticipation, as he roughly gripped and groped my inner thighs, the backs of his hands brushing against the lips of my pussy.\n\n“Are you ready for me to fuck you?”\n\n“Yes!”\n\n“Do you want me to fuck you now?”\n\n“Yes!” I shouted.\n\nHis cock plunged into me, rocking my body, as I supported myself on my arms, holding the back of my couch. He gripped my hips with one arm and roughly groped my breasts with the other, reaching under my bunched up dress. He wasn’t gentle or artful, just fucking me hard and fast, his hands roaming over my skin. I rolled and bucked my hips with his, making him hit every sensitive spot inside me, arching my back and moaning, as I felt his cock stretch and slide through my pussy. He fucked me at a steady pace, fast and hard. It was enough though, and after just a few minutes of being carelessly pounded like a whore, I felt myself getting close. The way that my body, and my pussy, was shaking, he could tell.\n\n“Are you about to cum?” he asked, gripping me to him, as he pistoned like a jackrabbit.\n\n“Yes!” I shouted, “Yes! I’m cumming now!” I moaned, as my climax ripped through me. I went boneless, in his arms, as he kept fucking me, letting him hold me up, the continued stimulation drawing my orgasm out.\n\nHe came inside me, letting himself go and pumping me full of his cum, his sperm leaking down my inner thigh, as he draped me over the back of my couch, leaning down over me, as he pulsed the last spurts of his cum into my body.\n\nHe stroked my hair and whispered into my ear, gently, “Lucia, do you really get off on all this?”\n\nI let a sex-drunk smile cross my lips, as I sighed, “Yes.”"
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"content": "The Alfa is being a fucking prick, *again*. It knows I can hear the purr of vintage Milanese engineering coming from the other side of the garage door, a petty form of dominance to let *me* know who is the “daily driver.” There’s nothing to be done about it, so I stare at the unfinished wall, the empty tool racks nailed to it, and the rakes and shovels strewn on the floor. *It’s right there! She could hang them up neatly and the rack could be of use! Why?* Truly, this is an unjust world.\n\nShe kills the engine and Alfa is swearing in Italian, *sput sput sputter poof*. The final *clunk* and the jangle of keys puts a smile on my face, but the sound of the garage door rising behind me leaves me breathless. The sun. It hits my rear bumper until I’m practically glowing, but I try not to get my hopes up. She’s opened me up before to pull something out that she’d forgotten, and then left my hatch up, exposed for anyone passing by to see. God, she is such a tease sometimes. It kills me that I crave it so much.\n\nThe driver side door clicks open and she shimmies inside me, trying to keep my paneling from hitting a ladder. I wouldn’t mind a ding or two; it adds character. Plus, it shows the other cars that *I am owned*. I love the little scratches and dents along my curvy fenders. Sometimes they were made in public, by anonymous assholes who couldn’t even bother to try and rub it out. Still, they’re *our* marks and she’s never tried to fix me up. I love her for that.\n\nIt’s really happening this time. She’s not just reaching in to grab something, she’s sitting down. Oh, how I love to feel her weight sinking into my firm cushions. She’s wearing dirty jeans, the pair that only gets washed when she’s *really* filthy. This pair hasn’t been in the washer for a while, and I feel a sympathetic pang for it. I can tell that it’s been a while for me too; she’s wiggling her butt to find the comfy place and is struggling. She grips my e-brake handle for leverage and bounces up and down until my struts creak. Has it been that long? She jabs the key along my steering column but keeps missing the slot, and it feels like old times...bad times.\n\nShe’s mad about something and my ignition slot is getting the brunt of it. It stings each time the metal tip misses but I do nothing. I can’t remind her about the aftermarket car starter installed last year, even though it’s screaming at me. I take the abuse because I can and because I’m built to last. *Zzzip*. At last her key slides over my tumblers and I breathe fire again. Oh yes! It feels so good to suck, squeeze, bang, and blow at 1200 RPM. Hand on the wheel and my shifter, she throws me in reverse. I give Alfa an obscene signal as we pull into the road and she stomps on my pedal. *Fuck you, Romeo*. I give her a little resistance, but only enough to give her foot something to push against. \n\nShe requests air from the center console and I give it to her, cool whorls blow from my vents like somnolent whispers. Fingers slide over the louvres to get the angle right as we rejoin the world of the living. \n\nI’ve been here before, this nursery with the crushed gravel parking lot. I know I’ll feel each embedded shard for weeks, a reminder of our trip. We pull into the back, where bulky items are stored and I see some heavy machinery that really tighten my gaskets. A yellow painted backhoe, single-purposed with a long neck and a toothy bucket that could tear me apart. I’m *swooning*. My hatch pops up but it’s not my doing. She’s loading my trunk with bags of soil. Two bags in, and my shocks are feeling it. Two more. *Oh god, fuck me, it’s heavy*. My rear is bouncing as she adds another two. I might be close to my max load but I don’t care; I suspect she isn’t in the mood to hear me complain either. Two more. *Fuck*, my hinges are groaning as she slams the hatch shut. Her hands are filthy brown with wet earth. I can feel the grit on my handle when she opens her door; smell the peat, lingering on her pants as she grinds into my seat again. \n\nThere’s a gnome in the passenger seat, a lifeless ceramic golem to ward off evil spirits. I hope it works for her sake. She straps it down and I feel a little cheated. My seatbelts weren’t meant to be so underused, but her smile is worth it. The key slides easier into my slot and I roar to life. \n\nI’m so loud now, unable to catch my breath with such a heavy load. We’re not going home. My mind races with endless possibilities: groceries, the pet store, the auto dealership? Fuck, what if she’s trading me? I hope for the best. \n\nIt’s a touchless car wash. I’m crying because she’s the best owner I could ask for. She treats me so well. The old geezer with ten thousand spinning flails gives me a knowing smile before slathering me in creamy suds. God, I am so wet. She throws me in neutral but keeps the engine on, reclining a bit to enjoy the sounds of wet canvas slapping my sides and fascia. Shit! She got the undercarriage spray! My gunk is coming off in streams of dark fluid, till I’m dripping, crawling to the wax. It’s only hot for a moment before hot air blowers wick away any disgusting water. \n\nI’m so proud to be hers. We pull in the driveway and she parks me next to Alfa instead of the garage. It’s still pissed off but can’t do anything while I’m unloaded, bouncing in place. I’m squealing with delight, perhaps a little too noisily. Auto shop time is a special time...so many greasy hands inside me. The little red sportster might get used more often, but we both know who gets *used* the most. \n\n***\nComments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The terms of the bet didn't say anything about paying for you at the brothel. It said I had to get you a girl for the night. Well... I am a girl. | [
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"content": "\"Shit.\"\n\nHe had the smuggest grin she'd ever seen on him. \"Time to pay up, sweetie.\"\n\nRhaeyra gave him a sour look, but didn't say anything. He'd won fair and square, and she was not one to go back on her word.\n\n\"I'll retire for the night\", he announced to the rest of the group. \"Just send the girl to my room, will you?\"\n\nRhaeyra looked around the brothel. It really wasn't her kind of environment, all those pretty girls made her feel very insecure; and she didn't like the way some of the patrons looked at her - some doubtlessly thought she might be one of the wenches as well, not many girlfolk visited this place. At least she was dressed decently.\n\nCarefully, she walked through the main hall, looking around, afraid to linger on one girl too much. She knew Mikhail's taste - her best friend had had lots of tumbles with prostitutes, tavern wenches, serving maids, farmer's daughters and even two sorceresses and a nobleman's daughter. He had had all kinds of girls, West and East, slim and (moderately) curvy, tall and short, brunette and silver-haired. But if she had to make out a trend, she would say he had a bit of a preference for the fair-skinned almond-eyed oriental girls.\n\nShe quickly found one of them. Damn, she was perfect. Once again she was stung by her own mediocrity. She wasn't ugly, people called her \"cute\" regularly, but she just wasn't quite among the premium tier of girls her best friend usually went for.\n\n\"Hi\", she said anxiously when she had approached the target girl. The prostitute gave her a pleasant smile. \"Hello there, beautiful.\"\n\n*Don't blush*, she told herself, *whores say that to everyone.*\n\n\"I was... I was wondering, uhm, well, your- your price?\", she stammered, blushing heavily.\n\nThe girl stepped a bit closer and put her perfect, smooth hand on Rhaeyra's shoulder. \"For you, 4 silvers.\"\n\nRhaeyra opened her eyes in shock. She couldn't afford that much money! Well, she could certainly afford it if she went home and plundered her savings, but she really couldn't justify spending that much on a silly bet. Suddenly she understood why Mikhail had been so happy to accept her bet. She had completely misjudged the price of prostitutes!\n\nShe quickly excused herself and retreated out of sight. Alright, no gorgeous oriental beauty for her friend. She didn't want to go back on her word, but she had to find a cheaper girl. She walked over to the madam. \"Excuse me... who- who is the cheapest girl here?\"\n\nShe wanted the ground to swallow her up right there. What a petty thing to ask at a brothel. But the woman, a curvy lady around 40, gave her a kind smile. \"Pia asks only two silvers, but she doesn't serve girl-folk usually. Jeonwoo takes two silvers and 10 pennies, and she'll be happy to take a cutie like you.\"\n\n\"It's for a friend\", Rhaeyra quickly clarified, but her heart sank. If even the cheapest whore was that expensive, she would really have to pay up.\n\nThe madam seemed to understand her expression. \"You were hoping for something cheaper?\"\n\nShe nodded weakly.\n\n\"How much do you have?\"\n\nRhaeyra almost didn't want to answer, she was so embarrassed. \"14 pennies.\"\n\nThankfully, the madam didn't give her the pitying look that she dreaded. She just reached out with her hand and took Rhaeyra's. \"That friend someone special to you?\"\n\nThe girl looked up. \"Yes\", she said, softly, as if she was only now realizing that she liked Mikhail. More than just a friend maybe.\n\nThe madam smiled. \"I can't give you a girl for 14 pennies. But it's enough for some fine lingerie we have in the back room. Wanna take a look?\"\n\n\"I don't think my friend will appreciate lingerie without a girl in it.\"\n\n\"Well, you're gonna have to put in some work yourself...\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nWhen Rhaeyra stood at his door, she was more nervous than she had ever been in her life. What if he laughed about her? Or worse, what if he reacted politely, but made it obvious he was disgusted by the prospect? The madam had explained to her that to men, girls were like gemstones - even if they owned the prettiest sapphire, the prettiest ruby and the prettiest diamond in the world, their desire for an emerald would be no less. Somehow, she couldn't see herself as an emerald when compared to all those beauties Mikhail had bedded over the years.\n\nTaking a deep breath, she opened the door, stepped in and closed it behind her. Her friend was sitting on the bed, polishing his dagger. \"Rhaeyra\", he greeted her and looked up. \"Did you buy me a whore?\"\n\nShe gulped. \"No.\"\n\nHe gave a questioning look. \"That was your wager, wasn't it?\"\n\n\"No\", she said again. \"I didn't say anything about the brothel. I said I'd get you a girl for the night.\"\n\nHe raised his eyebrows. \"Okay...?\"\n\n*Moment of truth.*\n\nShe opened her dress, revealing the lace lingerie underneath it, barely concealing her small breasts. \"Well... I am a girl.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A supervillain with the power to manipulate sex drive. An entire city brought to their knees by their own base instinct. You are their hero, Celibate Man. | [
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"content": "\"A grateful city acknowledges you today, Celibate Man,\" announced the mayor, holding a massive golden key in his hands.\n\n\"Thank you,\" said Celibate Man simply. He smiled as flashbulbs went off. *Just in time for the 5 o'clock news.* He tilted his head slightly to the left - his good side, showing off more of the cowl.\n\n\"Without your powers, we would all still be in the clutches of The Mistress,\" continued the mayor, looking into the eyes of the reporter from Channel 5. \"Truly, it can be said that even in these dark days, true heroes are still with us.\"\n\nCelibate Man smiled. \"Th--\"\n\n\"Indeed!\" shouted the mayor. \"It would take a truly *heroic* man to resist the lure of the Orgasmic Ray!\" \n\n\"My powers protect me from sexual mind control,\" admitted Celibate Man with an endearingly humble smile. \n\n\"And how!\" cried the mayor. \"Why, the rest of us could do little more than orgasm again and again, helplessly watching without being able to lift ourselves from the bodies intertwined with ours! We couldn't stop cumming to save ourselves! We were but puppets to pleasure, able to think of nothing but the next conquest! But *you*, Celibate Man, found the strength to push forward anyway!\"\n\n\"All in a day's work,\" said Celibate Man. \n\n\"I myself could hardly move, so drained was I from grappling with the lovely girls from Channel 7!\" said the mayor, winking. \"Got lucky, there, eh, lads?\" There was some laughter from the audience, and a particularly strained smile from the reporter from Channel 5. \n\nCelibate Man sighed. It was going to be one of *those* ceremonies. \n\n\"But ladies and gentlemen, my trials were *nothing* compared to what Celibate Man went through!\" said the mayor, turning back to the costumed crusader once more. \"I don't know how he managed to resist the lures of The Mistress' vile henchwomen!\" \n\nCelibate Man smiled wanly. \"It wasn't easy,\" he admitted. \n\n\"I'd think not!\" cackled the mayor. \"A former supermodel *and* a gymnast?\" The crowd laughed again. \"To think *nothing* of fighting off the girls from St. Agatha's Academy For Young Ladies when they were brainwashed!\" He sighed wistfully. \"I'm only sorry I didn't have to be at the school that day.\" \n\nCelibate Man nodded. \"They weren't in their right minds,\" he said. \"It wouldn't have been fair to hurt them.\"\n\nThe mayor nodded vehemently. \"And of course, just think of the surprise Celibate Man must have felt when he encountered the visiting Swedish Girl's Beach Volleyball team, all desperate for any man they could find!\"\n\nCelibate Man grit his teeth. \"Right, yes,\" he said. \"I was, I mean, that was hard.\"\n\n\"Oh! Speaking of which, the team wanted me to pass on their thanks, along with...um...let's see...\" The mayor peered at something in his pocket. \"Oh! It appears to be a room key? And is that a phone number?\"\n\nCelibate Man shuddered slightly. \"How nice. Listen, could we skip to the part where you give me the key to the city? I've got a busy schedule. Life of a superhero, you know.\"\n\n\"Oh, of course, of course,\" said the mayor apologetically. \"Here you go!\" he handed the ridiculously oversized key to Celibate Man, who practically snatched it away. The mayor laughed, then lowered his voice. \"We need a pic for the front page, so lean in, will you? There's a good man.\" The two held the key together as flashbulbs went off again. \n\n\"Seriously, I'm quite impressed,\" said the mayor through his wide smile. \"I mean, I tell you - the way you wrestled the Mistress into submission? Magnificent! And I'm not just talking about her breasts.\"\n\nCelibate Man groaned. \"Listen, thanks and all, but can you stop now?\" They were *still* taking photos of the pair. How many shots could they possibly *need*?\n\nThe mayor looked at him, surprised. \"Is something the matter?\" he asked, genuine concern leaking into his voice.\n\n\"My powers protect me from sexual mind control,\" said Celibate Man.\n\n\"Yes...\" said the mayor slowly. \"You said that before.\"\n\n\"*But not from natural urges*!\" hissed Celibate Man.\n\n\"Oh, is that all?\" laughed the mayor. A flashbulb caught the moment on camera - the photographer looked at the camera and gave them a thumbs up. \"Listen, my boy - you're young, so let me tell you some advice from an old man: take advantage of the opportunity. You've got dozens of grateful young ladies eager to thank their hero personally. And quite a few older ladies. And even some men, if you swing that way.\" He smiled. \"Nobody's going to fault you for sleeping around a little....Hell, every day for a month. You can have the penthouse suite at the Ritz. You can have the whole hotel! Trust me, we can find women to fill every room.\" He smiled again. \"Eager, willing, women, all experienced from the last week of pleasure.\"\n\nCelibate Man moaned. \"I don't think you understand,\" he hissed. \"My powers only last until I cum.\" The mayor looked at him, puzzled. Celibate Man grit his teeth. \"I got my powers at fifteen. I haven't cum since then. For *seventeen years*.\"\n\nThe mayor's mouth dropped open. \"Oh. Oh dear. I see. I suppose it's been hard for you.\" He covered his mouth. \"Poor choice of words.\" Celibate Man glared at him.\n\nThe mayor spoke up. \"Ladies and gentlemen, I'm afraid that's all the time we have for today. Let's hear it again for our hero, Celibate Man!\"\n\nCelibate Man stood up and waved as the crowd cheered. They began chanting his name. Some of the young women in the audience threw bras on stage. One waved to grab his attention, then pulled up her t-shirt. \"I love you, Celibate Man!\" she screamed. \"I love him more!\" yelled another. The first screamed in rage and leapt onto the second, pulling at her hair and ripping her clothes. Celibate Man stared, open mouthed. \n\nThe mayor pushed his shoulder. \"Come on, lad, let's get you backstage.\" He stopped, looking at Celibate Man. Was that a tear rolling down his face? \"My God, what's the matter?\" he cried.\n\n\"Seventeen years...\" sobbed Celibate Man. \"Seventeen years... all gone!\"\n\nThe mayor sighed. \"Boy, we lose more superheroes this way.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The protagonist flirts with the narrator. | [
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"content": "\nA loud crash of thunder roused Amy rudely from her novel, causing her to drop the book onto the hardwood floor with a slap.\n\n“Jesus,” she exclaimed, her button nose twitching as her pretty brown eyes darted nervously around the room. She kicked away the blanket she’d been sitting under, leaning over the edge of the couch to pick up her fantasy novel.\n\n“*Erotic* fantasy, actually,” she said to herself with a little smirk; “..it’s about a beautiful queen who’s taken hostage by a handsome foreign mercenary.”\n\nThe humidity from the heavy rain hammering down outside caused Amy to discard her blanket, and she sprawled put on the dark leather of the sofa in just the tank top and jogging shorts she slept in.\n\n“Getting kind of *hot* in here,” she said, to no one in particular, tugging at the low neckline of her top. Her husband, Jake, was working the night shift again, and the prospect of another night alone weighed heavily on the lonely wife.\n\n“Ugh, you don’t know the half of it,” she sighed, picking up her Pepsi can and putting it down again despondently as she realized it was empty.\n\nAnother flash of lightning illuminated the pretty blonde, and she jumped as the thunder followed with a bang.\n\n“Ooh, scary,” she giggled. “I sure hope nothing happens to me!”\n\nIt was funny she should say that, because right at that moment, the phone rang. She stood up and stretched, her short top riding up over her smooth tummy.\n\n“You can see a little underboob too, if you look hard enough,” she said. Clearly the solitude was getting to her. She sauntered into the kitchen and picked up the phone.\n\n“Hello?”\n\nThere was nothing, only the faint, raspy sounds of breathing.\n\n“Hellooo-ooo?”\n\nFinally, someone spoke: “You look pretty tonight, Amy.”\n\nAmy’s jaw dropped in fear.\n\n“It’s not fear - and I’m not afraid.”\n\nThere was a click, and the phone went dead. Amy giggled. I suppose everyone’s response to fear is different.\n\n“Seems like I have a stalker,” she grinned, in denial of her own terror; “scary!”\n\nShe decided it’d be a good idea to go and see if the front door was locked.\n\n“Alright, I’ll play your game.”\n\nShe checked the front door - surely enough, it was locked tightly!\n\n“Well that’s no good,” she said, and she... she unlocked it. She unlocked the door.\n\n“Yup!”\n\nBut alas, she had a plan. Surely.\n\n“Well, of course I do - if the door’s locked, my hunky stalker will have to break a window, and that shit costs money.”\n\nShe stood there, having really just said that, and ran her fingers over her breasts. Her mind wandered back to her fantasy novel. \n\n“*Erotic* fantasy. And no duh, I’ve been pent up alone for the last five nights in a row, I’m ready for some excitement!”\n\nWell, maybe she’ll *get* some excitement! There was a loud crash, in the kitchen! And she’s... she’s running towards the kitchen. To investigate?\n\n“Ugh, it’s just my stupid water glass falling off the table,” she growled. “Dammit, what a mess.”\n\nShe slid off her tank top, revealing her perky breasts and - wow, fully erect nipples. No doubt erect with fear.\n\n“Sure, fear,” she said, mopping up the spilled water with her top, when there was a perfectly fine rag next to the sink. She wrung the water out over her breasts, letting trickle down over her curves...\n\n“You like that?”\n\nShe... Uh... There’s still the stalker! Suddenly she can hear the front door being flung open! Now it’s time to run!\n\n“Damn right!” she yelped; now she’s getting it! She ran up the stairs in just her jogging shorts, her wet orbs bouncing and her footfalls thudding.\n\n“Please, don’t chase me to my bedroom!” she called, lingering on the landing for a moment. What is her deal!?\n\n“I’m all alone here and defenseless, so take anything you want! I’ll be hiding in my bedroom!”\n\nShe’s making a *mockery* of this. This isn’t on.\n\n“Please don’t come in here, Mr Stalker, I’m naked!”\n\nAnd now she’s taking off her shorts. You know what? Fine. You want to turn this thriller into a cheap porno? That’s your call. The stalker comes straight up the stairs and kicks the bedroom door wide open.\n\n“Oh, no! Someone save me! Is he cute?”\n\nYes, he’s absolutely gorgeous, rugged, and shirtless.\n\n“Mmm, can it be you, Mr Narrator? We’ve got good chemistry.”\n\nWhat!? Okay, fine! It’s me! I’m an exasperated stalker, a failed novelist, I’ve had a shit week, and this poor helpless housewife is about to get the brunt of it!\n\n“Eeeeek! Please, don’t tie me up and ravish my helpless body!!”\n\nThat’s *exactly* what I - the stalker - will do. I’ll tie you spread-eagled to your own marital bed and stand over you, grinning lecherously down at you with only one thing on my mind. And oh my god, you’re dripping wet.\n\n“No shit, Sherlock. What about Jake? He could be home any second.”\n\nNope, he’s stuck in traffic.\n\n“At eleven o’clock at night?”\n\nYup - totally gridlocked. Big mystery. He won’t be rescuing you anytime soon. I see that grin, you little minx - you’re not fooling me. This was your plan all along.\n\n“I’ll never tell! Heehee!”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: To help enforce the quiet rules, the library at an all-girls college implements a new procedure. Students are required to wear a sound-activated vibrator that responds to any sound above a whisper while inside, this works so well they decide to implement it all across campus. | [
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"content": "Cassandra shifted in her seat, feeling the toy pressed firmly against her nub. She felt the tension in the air as she looked around, seeing the others trying their best not to make any noises as they set out their things for class.\n\nIt had been a tense few weeks while everyone acclimated to the new system. The halls had gone from lively and loud to solemn and obedient almost overnight. The odd noise and subsequent collective punishment had been enough to discourage even the freest spirit from causing a ruckus. \n\nShe sighed softly, thinking about transferring again. If only this wasn't the best-rated school on the west coast. *I think I'd settle for second best if it meant every noise didn't cause a cli-*\n\nA jolt; one of the girls had gotten the strap of her backpack stuck under her chair and she had instinctively slid back to move it. The loud \\*SCREECH\\* was shortly joined by a chorus of soft hums as girls moaned and gasped. Cassandra bit into her hand, desperately trying not to let the unexpected pleasure cause her to moan too loud. Her privates had already been moistened by the action as her slit anticipated more. With no additional disturbances, the toys began to die down.\n\nWhen she recovered the girl nervously looked back and mouthed 'sorry' to the rest of the class. They glared at her before returning to nervous silence while they waited for the professor to arrive. Mercifully, she would be able to disable their panties before the lecture.\n\nThere was some whispered gossip while they impatiently waited. The professor was running late again, and tension began filling the air as no one wanted to risk getting up to investigate where she was. \n\nFrustrated, Cassandra opened her email to see if there was a cancellation. A new message had come in from professor Swan titled 'URGENT: DO NOT COME INTO CLASS'. She opened it, and her eyes went wide with fright. There were only two words in the body of the email: Fire Drill!\n\nAn alarm filled the halls and a siren screamed in the classroom \"THIS IS A TEST OF THE EMERGENCY BROADCAST SYSTEM! PLEASE FORM AN ORDERLY LINE-\" No one did such a thing as the gasped in horror.\n\nThe blaring sent each toy into a frenzy. All of the toys activated to max setting, and the girls dropped all formality as they moaned, cursed, and screamed at the unexpected assault. Each toy gave a retributive response to the cacophony of sound. \"Ohhh goddd!\" \"Oh Fuck\" Cassandra heard as she felt the same waves of pleasure break her composure.\n\nShe collapsed onto the ground, pressing the toy firmly against her clit. Perverted thoughts danced in her mind as she tried to bring herself to climax. Her eyes closed, but not before she saw other girls imitating her actions. They were all due for a climax, they may as well get enjoyment from it.\n\nThere was no build-up to the toy, now unleashed by the alarm. After all, it had been designed to discourage disruption with an appropriate level of response. It played with Cassandra's clit, sending jolting pleasure from her toes to the back of her head. Her scalp tingled and she shuddered in a mixture of embarrassment and excitement. Her first climax in public; she bit her lip as and felt her panties soak. Her toes curled as her pelvis thrust up.\n\nNot long after the alarm abruptly stopped. From the intercom system came a very quiet apology from the faculty.\n\n*comments welcome.*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] As an avid hunter, you enter the monster girl forest with obedience collar in hand to capture and waifuify one of the wolf-girls | [
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"content": "He took his first steps into the woods and took a few deep breaths. Even if he's not going too far in, he needed to get in the right headspace. Any journey into the forests was to take your life in your hands, regardless of how far in you went. \n\nHe checked all his gear one last time. His pack was light on his back, but not so light that he was worried he'd forgotten something. He had a cudgel in his belt and in his hands he held a five-foot spear in case something big found him. He'd considered bringing his sling but he wasn't out here hunting game. If he saw something before it saw him, then he was either running away or else he'd found his mark, and flinging a rock at her head was probably not a great first impression.\n\nThe most important item, the collar had its thin chain wrapped around it and was strapped to the side of his pack. He wanted it accessible for when the time came. \n\nHe started running. \n\nHis boots barely disturbed the fallen leaves as he skimmed over the forest floor. He didn't go as fast as he could, just slow enough for him to scan his surroundings as he went. He couldn't afford to be surprised.\n\nHe wasn't anywhere near the stomping grounds of the most dangerous creatures in these dense forests. Like his father and grandfather before him, he had learnt to recognise the territories and landmarks not recognised by civilised society. He knew to stay away from the rocky crevices where Gorgons hoarded the lithified remains of unlucky men or the grassy plains in the great clearing where competing herds of cowgirls would trample and gore you to death in a fit of rage should they spot you.\n\nEven in these relatively safer parts, with their weaker denizens, your life could be ended instantly. There were no tame monsters in these woods. Anywhere that didn't have a population of bloodthirsty monstergirls quickly had that vacuum filled by creatures being pushed out of neighbouring areas. If a creature was individually weaker, then that just meant they had other ways of surviving, in the case of the monsters he was hunting, pack tactics, speed and numbers were what made them arguably more deadly than most individuals that staked these trees. \n\nHis family had lived here for generations, releasing whatever stray monstergirls their limited number of collars would allow. He was happy enough with his artistry in the collars he'd made and he'd spent months on the particular one he'd selected for today. As was tradition, today he found a wife.\n\n He heard rustling and the snapping of bones and he slowed to a creep, peeking over some dense thorns. Three of them, all female, obviously, prying apart the remains of a deer. This was about as good as he'd get it. He didn't know if they just had an exceptionally small pack or if they had been separated, but either way, this was his chance.\n\nThey were wolf-girls. Each of them had pointy, fluffy grey ears pointed and twitching as they listened for threats as well as long, bushy tails which swished behind them happily as they crunched down on the fresh deer.\n\nHe took a few deep breaths, calming himself down and taking a quick rest before he made his move. Soon they would hear or smell him. For now though, he had to pick a target, and focus on her. \n\nThe first girl seemed less focused on the deer, scanning the horizon. Did she already suspect there was someone there? She was a little older than the others, if she were human he would assume she was maybe... mid thirties? A little old for him. Plenty attractive but he'd rather have a girl the same age or younger than him.\n\nThe choice was between the next two then. this was a little trickier. The first was small and petite, tearing into the leg in her grip with an almost cartoonish ferocity. All three of them were tanned but her slightly more so, and her small breasts jiggled as she ripped off strips of venison enthusiastically. She was cute, and she'd probably be easier to take thanks to her diminutive size but the other... well the other was pretty stacked. \n\nShe had tangled, dark grey hair, as did the others and as she threw her head back to suck the marrow out of a broken femur, he couldn't help but imagine the bone being replaced with something else. She was kneeling, her weight leaning back on her strong thighs and round ass. Her wide hips tapered into a curved waist, a gorgeous mix of strong muscle and insulating fat giving her a feminine figure with few rivals. She was fit from her wild lifestyle, but still had a beautiful pair of tear-drop shaped tits that she pushed out, inadvertently flaunting them as she leaned back to drain the last of her treat.\n\nShe was the one. She looked like a handful to get the collar on but it'd be worth it. He hadn't come this far to go with his second favourite. \n\nThe older one's ears stuck straight up and she sprang to her feet in a wide stance, clawed hands hanging low, still stained with deer blood. She snarled. He'd been made.\n\nThe two younger wolf girls looked up at their companion, concerned, before glancing over to where he himself also straightened to his full height. Here goes nothing.\n\nThe older girl rushed him with a howl and he whacked her across the jaw with the shaft of his spear as the other two jumped up.\n\nDropping his pack, having wound the chain of the collar around his arm, he raced forward, past the staggering woman and pushed the flailing petite wolf to the ground without stopping. Dropping the spear, he drew his short club and gripped the collar. This would be the moment of truth. She went to rip his throat out with pointed canines but he blocked her with the short wooden cudgel, holding her off while he hooked the collar around her neck and clasped it shut. He threw himself back from her, barely dodging her savage swipes, the end of the chain still in his grip. \n\nThe collar would kick in in a minute or two but until then, he needed to survive.\n\nHe ran to a sturdy tree, the skinny one back on her feet and already following him, the mature one recovered and howling. He wound the chain around the trunk and clipped it to itself, effectively ensuring she wouldn't be going anywhere while he beat off the rest of her pack.\n\nOver the next two minutes, he fended off the two other girls, trying not to do permanent damage while preventing them from doing the same to him. Finally he managed to reclaim his dropped spear and guarded their captured friend with that, holding them on point and keeping his back to the tree. The collared girl had stopped snapping at him and he suspected she was beginning to come around.\n\n Smart enough to recognise a weapon, even in their feral state and bruised from their attacks, the girls evaluated their position and began to back off into the trees with their teeth bared. The petite on gave a last look to their lost friend and he felt a little bad, but only for a second. He would be giving her a much better life.\n\nOnce he was certain they were gone he turned back and looked down at the naked, wild haired girl."
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"content": "My body was sore from the stream of orgasms inflicted on me hourly. Still, instead of breaking me like it did so many others, I worked to compartmentalize and get out of this place. Get whatever was in my body out. When told my sentence would be cut in half if I participated in this research study-and get to cum without having to worry about a partner or any stis or pregnancy-I thought it would be amazing. Instead, it seems the person behind this is trying to create some sort of orgasm addicted group of women. There were only four of us, with two extra cells, and two female guards per prisoner. The place was very high tech, so it makes sense that there wouldn’t be a lot of people, but it always made me wonder what the end goal was. The guards took pleasure in watching us squirm and moan out, sometimes humiliating us with taking pictures or videos. And at times, joining us in our cell. When we were at our weakest, taking their fingers, tongues, and toys on us. My guard particularly enjoyed sitting on my face forcing me to lick and suck at her wet cunt as the other guard fucked me with a strap on. I’m not sure what the other guards did to the prisoners.\n\nToday was my chance to escape, during our regular orgasm session, one of the guards seemed almost out of it as if they were slightly buzzed and didn’t lock my cell all the way. During the recovery period, I was covered in sweat and just wanted to lay down, but the cell door was open, and I had to take the chance. My knees were weak, so I slowly crawled out and made it to what seemed to be a janitor’s closet. The door required an id card, so I kept moving, staying close to the wall. Eventually, I was able to walk, and I heard a door slide open, I think I stopped breathing and forced my eyes open. I wanted to close them and just lay down and either sleep or get fed. I heard the two guards that were assigned to Number 3, Ella, turn the corner laughing. The door didn’t close right away, and there was no light on in the room. I darted for it. \n\nThe door closed behind me, and I couldn’t help but let out a slight yelp. I reached around the wall and found a light switch, the walls were a little bit reflective, and I was able to see myself for the first time in about two months, or maybe less time or more. Time really had no meaning when you were forced to spend your days unable to think or function. My dark blonde hair clung to my body, which looked more toned and sculpted. I couldn’t help but run my hands over the flatter tummy, and seemingly my breasts seemed to have grown. My finger traced around my nipple as I continued to take into my new body. I heard a click behind me and snapped out of my trance. Turning around, I saw a computer that had everyone’s picture and stats regarding their bodies next to them. I look at mine, Number 4 Emma. It shows that my muscles have increased, and yes, in fact, my breasts have gotten bigger. I look at the other women, and they seem to show similar results. Including the guards. Except they had a different line underneath their stats, 10% power. I didn’t get what it meant but continuing to take in my environment, I saw sliders with associated numbers to the people. The guards were at 10%, and each of the prisoners was at 0%. I hesitantly slide up the one next to my number and felt the feeling start. I started to get wet and wish there was a cock filling me up, 5%. I found the control panel. So much for high tech.\n\nThe guards seemed to be getting a buzz alright, a constant feeling of pleasure. No wonder they did it. I heard footsteps approaching and quickly slid all the sliders up of the guards, and accidentally #1, sorry Trisha. I listened to the two guards collapsed to the floor and let out the familiar sounds of pleasure and pain. I looked around, trying to see if there was anything else in the room that could aid in my escape or open the cell doors of the other girls. There was only the computer and cameras of the cells and the hallway, seemingly no entry to the outside world. That made no sense, but I figured the guards would have a better understanding of this place. I opened the door and saw the once mighty and proud guards laying in puddles of their own cum. They were unable to stop rubbing their tits and trying to finger themselves through their clothes. I approached and straddled the one that refused to call me anything other than Slut as she basically foamed at the mouth with anger. I knew how she felt, every single other emotion was secondary to the feeling between her legs. Stripping her of her weapons and key card, I realized I was in charge. I could let the other girls out, and we could get our revenge. I scrambled to the closest cell and shoved the keycard against the sensor, the door opened. Ella’s eyes were wide and like a deep forest green. Her small delicate frame, with firm round tits proudly on display. A wicked smile came over both of our faces. \n\nThe guards, by now, were unconscious. Their bodies were not used to getting such extreme pleasure. It took a short time to release the other girls and get the guards into the cells. They were a bit crowded but not a single one of us mind. \n\nSomehow food and lube show up every day, and all of our needs are met—all of them. We tried to get the guards to spill their secrets, with me at the control panel and specifically Ella biting and sucking at their breasts, but they were as clueless as we were. Trish enjoys having her ex-guards lick up each other’s cum. I still haven’t found a way to escape, but I don’t think anyone here particularly wants to leave. We have a few years before one of us should be allowed to go, and I think we can wait till then to answer the questions."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A human finds himself the 'class pet' of a succubus seduction course. | [
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"content": "(Author warning: Contains Group... Everything?) Previous stories featuring some of these characters. [1](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/fe3gbc/wp_when_asked_what_she_wanted_for_a_reward_for/) and [2](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/frvvjx/ip_in_a_last_ditch_effort_to_improve_morale_and/).\n\n---\n\nGranted their relationship had been exceptional for the last six months. That much was valid.\n\nBut Noah found himself with some serious reservations about his current situation. Ethical Seduction 303 was a class carried at the local university for transdimensional students and citizens. A valid program in current times, considering the difference in sexual conduct from culture to culture.\n\nBut as he watched his coworker get stroked relentlessly while the same happened to him, he couldn't help but wonder what Malija had gotten him into.\n\nShe was busy tugging him off in front a class of absolutely stunning succubi and even incubi. Embarrassing to be honest, but her magic kept him utterly transfixed.\n\n\"There my sweet.\" She whispered. \"Just stay like that.\"\n\n\"Yes Malija.\" He answered unconsciously.\n\n\"Vayra, if you please, take a step back from your spouse.\"\n\nThe other succubus in the demonstration, a gorgeous red specimen to Malija's purple, withdrew her mouth from the man she was busy pleasuring. Both of them followed the women, eyes glazed as they sauntered back in front of the class.\n\n\"Now everyone, as you can see, both of our lovely assistants are completely under our hold. You must be a little delicate with the release of your bind. Humans, while quite virile, can be sometimes mentally vulnerable...\"\n\n\"So...\" The other man spoke lowly, \"How long have you been with her?\"\n\n\"Me?\" Noah reacted quietly, \"Ehh, five? Six months?\"\n\n\"Nice.\" He responded as he studied Malija ass. \"You picked a keeper.\"\n\n\"You too.\" Noah reacted as he watched Vayra's lovely hips swiveled. \"What about you?\"\n\n\"Well, apparently, she enthralled this queen of some ancient civilization a few centuries back. Felt they needed a third party. I've been at it for... 5 years or so.\"\n\n\"That's what's up.\"\n\n\"Okay, Noah; Stony... Pay attention.\"\n\n\"Yes ma'am.\" Both said uncontrollably.\n\n\"We're going to try something a bit different now. I would like some volunteers to get hands on experience. Is that okay with each of you?\"\n\n\"Yes mistress.\" Stony replied.\n\n\"...Sure.\" Noah agreed.\n\nTheir tunnel vision faded as the pair released them from their spellbinding.\n\nMalija and Vayra turned to face the class. \"So, who would like to try?\"\n\nA pair of other succubi got up from their respective spots and sauntered forward into the room. The first one, a blue petite beauty, wandered towards Stony. The other, a thicker and taller example to face Noah.\n\n\"Well, don't be shy. Introduce yourselves to them.\"\n\n\"I'm Carmela.\" The one now straddling Noah said to him as she tongued his neck. \"A pleasure.\"\n\nAs they made out, it became apparent the other demon was having slight reservations. An awkward silence overcame the room, and broke their concentration.\n\n\"Tori, is something wrong?\" Vayra asked her.\n\n\"It's ummm...\" She blushed slightly, \"I've never seen such high energy!\"\n\n\"Don't be shy, Stony is just rather experienced. You do realize the longer a human is enthralled, the more resilient they become?\"\n\nStony had begun playing with her clit, a smirk crossing his lips. A pentagram tattoo under his left eye shined slightly as he picked up the pace. Carmela in the meantime, had gone ahead and inserted Noah into herself. They'd begun to ride slowly as they watched the other couple begin to play with each other.\n\n\"For the record:\" Malija interrupted, \"You won't break them. They are tougher than they seem. So, feel free to get your money's worth. I understand we only have a couple of hours left of class.\"\n\nNoah glanced up to watch Vayra and Malija fondle each other. The pair seemingly ready to do each other in front of the entire class as well.\n\n\"Yo.\" Stony mentioned as Tori began sucking on him, \"I dunno' about you. But college was never this good.\"\n\n\"Best job ever.\" Noah gasped.\n\nThe whole class laughed at that one. But he could get used to this."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [CW] Write an entry in the catalogue of a fantasy slave market. | [
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"content": "***Slave #666***\n***\n**Species**: Succubus\n\n**Sex**: Female\n\n**Age**: ?\n\n**Enslavement/Contract duration**: Two (2) Weeks\n \n**Suggested usage:** Sexual relief (Dom/sub flexible, whoring, free-use); Slave trainer; Consort/Advisor; Unholy rituals\n\n**Relevant training:** All\n\n**Description:** Whether you want to experience an unforgettable night of debauchery, or need the most irresistible negotiator for your next business meeting, you will find no one better than Olivia. \n\nAvailable for contracts of up to two weeks at a time, she will take care of all your needs… if you can afford her price.\n\n**Notes:** *ADDITIONALLY REQUIRED:* NDA, Liability Waiver\n\n**Starting bid:** 25 souls\n\n**Minimum increment:** 4 souls\n\n**Buyout:** 69 souls"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A pair of succubus twins are too busy arguing over their latest catch to notice their mom has snatched him away for herself. | [
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"content": "*Twins.*\n\nI thought I had it made.\n\n“I told you already, Leonora! He’s *mine!* Get your own food and quit stealing from my plate!” Lilith squawks at her identical sister. Leonora doesn’t skip a beat before hissing back.\n\n“You know I saw him *first!* Why don’t you get find a virgin to feed on, you two will have something in common!”\n\n“Bitch!”\n\n“Cunt!”\n\nThey’ve been going at it for nearly half an hour in the kitchen of their place. I honestly don’t know what happened. We were all so chummy on the walk home from class. They were all over me. I thought I was about to experience the threesome of a lifetime.\n\nI met them in my History II class. Succubi twins. They didn’t stick out too badly in a class that also included a half-Giant, four Orcs, a Gnome, and a Wood Elf. But I was instantly interested. Succubi are sort of like the forbidden fruit to most human guys. Look, but don’t touch. They’re supposed to be *dangerous.*\n\nBut what can I say? I like what I like. I have a type.\n\nThe flirting started practically as soon as I introduced myself. But Succubi are like that. It’s sort of a cultural thing. But the more it went on, the clearer it became that they were as interested in me as I was in them. After a few weeks of interaction, they dropped any subtlety today after class.\n\n“We’ll fuck you if you walk us home today, Mikey. We live right around the corner from campus.”\n\n“Lilith will let you put in her ass, and I’ll suck your balls while you pound her.”\n\n“Leonora loves the taste of nutsack. Humans are her favorite.”\n\n“And Lilith has an ass like a Hoover. So how about it, Mikey?”\n\nAnd then, they just... As soon as we were in the front door, one of them took my jacket while the other took my backpack. And then they just... Were at each other’s throats.\n\n“Twins.” Comes a cynical, disappointed tone from beside me along with the scent of the vapors off of a Newport.\n\nThe twins’ mother. I’d almost forgotten she’s been sitting here on the couch with me, listening to the girls argue in the kitchen. Occasionally, she pulls her cigarette from her lips long enough to sigh and shake her head.\n\nWe make eye contact and I giggle nervously as she smirks. Wordlessly, she extends her long, forked tongue and pressed the lit end of her cigarette to it before dropping the quashed butt into in ashtray on the coffee table. She never flinches. Succubi are a little less sensitive to fire than the rest of us.\n\n“So... Mikey, was it? What’s your major?” Her voice is rich and breathy, but I freeze as her hand suddenly drops onto my thigh and gives it a gentle squeeze. I hesitate, glance in the direction of the kitchen before answering.\n\n“I-I, uhm... Education, M-Mrs. DeVille. Ma’am.”\n\nShe snickers, gingerly rubbing my inner thigh and smirking at me.\n\n“Oh, sweetie. Call me Lydia. Mrs. DeVille is an old lady’s name.”\n\nIt’s true that Lydia has retained much of her youth. While the twins both look much their young age, I would’ve mistaken Lydia for their older sister had I not heard them call her Mom. The slightest development of crow’s feet and the thin grey streak running through her jet-black mane are also indicative of her age. Not that I see too much of those, when she’s baring a canyon of cleavage in her loosely knotted silk robe.\n\n“Ooh! A teacher!” She smiles warmly, her hand sliding up to my crotch and continue to squeeze and grope. “The world could always use more teachers.”\n\nI swallow, nodding as I do my utmost to ignore it. Some Succubi are just a little handsy. It would be rude to freak on you if you don’t even realize what you’re doing. And if you do, well... A spurned Succubus can be *unpleasant.* It’s best to let them down easy, or just not at all. I try to keep conversation rolling, hoping your hand will leave me be.\n\n“What do you do for a living?”\n\n“Oh, I’m a dominatrix! I run a basement apartment dungeon on 19th Street. Today’s actually my day off.” She chuckles, chewing her lower lip.\n\nAs she leans over my lap and begins undoing my jeans, I catch a glimpse of her full breast. Pale, peaked by a rosy nipple with a blue vein visible just beneath the surface of her flesh. I swallow again, my hard-on barely feeling the open air before she’s enveloped it completely past her lips.\n\n“That must be... Interesting work...” I mumble, overcome by the sweet warmth of of her tight throat.\n\nNo gag reflex. Typical of her race. I gasp softly as she swallows around my member and begins to eagerly bob her head. I feel her heavy breasts on my leg. Her soft hand has reached around my knee and palms my balls, carefully massaging them. I can feel her tongue coiled around my dick and working in within her maw.\n\nI barely last 30 seconds.\n\n“Gods...” I grunt, one hand gripping the armrest as the other grasps a handful of Lydia’s hair.\n\nMy orgasm as harsh and brutal, rocking my body like an earthquake as I pump spurt after spurt of my warm alabaster goo straight down her throat. I can hear her gulping. She sits up after a moment, having taken every last drop, and snorts giddily.\n\n“Talk about fast food.” She laughs, standing to her feet. Her robe falls open completely and I get a look at the little black landing strip she’s shaved onto her pale mound before she casually ties it shut once more. “But thank you, dear. I was feeling rather peckish. Your energy is just what I needed.”\n\nI collapse limply into my seat on the sofa as Lydia walks off towards the kitchen. My once-turgid cock slumps against my leg and begins softening. My ears are ringing, my vision is a bit spotting. If I tried to stand right now, I’d fall.\n\nThis extreme fatigue is yet another aspect of sex with Succubi. When you experience an orgasm during sex with a Succubus, she feeds on a portion of your life force. It’s not terribly hazardous, as long as the feeding doesn’t drain you completely. It’s sort of like donating blood.\n\n“Ahem.” I can hear Lydia in the kitchen from my spot on the couch, still panting as I slowly feel my strength returning. My hands are still a bit shaky. I could use a snack and something cool to drink.\n\n“You can quit fighting. While you two were arguing in here like a pair of little girls, I enjoyed your food. Drained him in fact. Had you two acted a little more maturely, you could’ve shared him and each enjoyed a small meal. Instead, you left your mother a feast.” Lydia chirps, sounding quite pleased with herself.\n\n“***Mother!***” The girls screech in unison.\n\n“Th-Thank you, Mrs. DeVi- L-Lydia!” I call weakly from the living room.\n\n“***Shut up, Mikey!***” The girls answer without skipping a beat.\n\nTwins.\n\nAnd *Lydia.*"
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"content": "When the SSA was first suggested many people, mostly men, joked that it would be amazing to own their own personal sex slaves. I think in the end way too many people didn't think through the reasons or the consequences of the Sex Slave Act and it passed by a surprising margin.\n\nAt its most basic level the reason for the law was simple, due to dwindling resources and also a population decline due to numerous biological weapons that were deployed during World War III there was a need for both productive members of society and fertile breeders. The suggested solution by Control, the council that led the world government, was also simple and aimed to solve both problems. Non-productive members of society would become sex slaves, injected with cutting edge technology to enhance their fertility and would become the property of an owner. If they were completely infertile or incapable of making children they were instead given injections that caused nymphomania and were purposed with \"sustaining the morale of the productive.\"\n\nRegistration for the SSA was mandatory. You had to fill out your forms and register by your sixteenth birthday and would have until your twenty-fifth birthday to become something Control deemed \"a productive member\" of society. If you didn't you would be remanded to the care of an owner. When you filled out your paperwork you could designate a preferred individual who would take possession of you and accept responsibility for you, or you would be remanded into the care of the state.\n\nHallie had put me down as her preferred individual, she'd mostly meant it as a joke. My step sister had laughed about it and said that it would be a cold day in hell before I owned her. She had big dreams of being a successful model and writer. I had to sign that I accepted the responsibility. I was three years older than her at the time so I met the qualifications for being eighteen and accepting the legal responsibility. Her father had passed away and my mother couldn't sign for her since she identified as cis female so she had to find some biologically capable male to register. I didn't give it much thought and just went on living my life.\n\nI was therefore shocked when the SSAA (Sex Slave Act Administration) showed up on my doorstep leading my now much more mature sister with a leash and a high tech looking collar. I scratched my head for a moment.\n\n\"Our apologies for interrupting your day Citizen.\" The somber-looking woman stated as she held out an identity scanner. It beeped and flashed green, meaning they knew who they were looking for and I was him. \"Non-Citizen Hallie Sharp has violated the terms of the Sex Slave Act of 2238, specifically articles XIII, XVI, and XX. In her blatant violations of these articles, Control has been forced to revoke her citizenship and rights and processed her for use as a personal Sex Slave. As the legally responsible individual for Non-Citizen Hallie Sharp I am bound to remand her into your custody or should you be unwilling, return her to the nearest SSAA facility for sale at auction. Should no bidder meet the minimum requested amount based on her age and fertility metrics then she will be placed into public use as a Morale Enhancer.\"\n\nThe woman said this all clinically as if she wasn't talking about making another human being a slave. It also sounded like she had the speech memorized like she had given it a hundred times before, if not more. I blinked and started to stammer. I could either own my sister as a sex slave or she would be auctioned off to a stranger? The last part suddenly sunk in, were they saying she would become one of those public cum dumpsters I had heard about? No, someone would buy her first, she was young, definitely fertile since they brought her here, and she was pretty, her body wasn't exactly my taste but no woman was every man's ideal.\n\n\"Citizen?\" The woman said in a bored and detached way. \"I need you to either confirm your acceptance of ownership or state your refusal.\"\n\n\"I-I... I accept I guess.\" The woman nodded, noted something on her tablet, and then held out the scanner again for my bio-signature verification. She then pulled what looked like a gun from her hip and dialed a setting. The injector hissed with air when she swiftly pressed it to my neck.\n\n\"Ah!\" I winced even though there hadn't been any pain, and my hand instinctively flew up to my neck. \"What the hell?\"\n\n\"Just a standard PE-Biolink Mark VII,\" The SSAA agent said rolling her eyes like I should know all this already. \"Slave Hallie Sharp is also equipped with the same device. It should facilitate the adjustment period for you both. Now, as legally mandated by Control I must observe the exchange of bodily fluids.\"\n\nI just stared at her. Did she want me to whip it out and fuck my step-sister on my doorstep? I couldn't wrap my mind around it and was just speechless. Hallie must have had more time to process her fate as she made a much more collected assessment of the situation. With a huff, she came close to me and kissed me deeply. I resisted at first but then as her tongue entered my mouth and our saliva mingled I relaxed, suddenly understanding and returned the kiss.\n\n\"That should be sufficient.\" The agent made a note on her tablet. \"Have a good day Citizen.\"\n\nShe turned and left as Hallie stomped into my apartment and showed herself into my kitchen. I was left stunned having been kissed deeply by my own step-sister and now... owning her? I shut the door slowly and turned around. Hallie flopped onto the couch with a bag of potato chips and looked up at me.\n\n\"What now big brother?\" She said with a smirk. I stared at her wondering if I had any whiskey left in the cabinet. This was too strange...\n\n**Stay tuned, part 2 coming as time allows.**"
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"content": "Esther has always been a closet exhibitionist since her high school days. Her casual outfits usually included fluttery sundresses or oversized parkas and hoodies while wearing little to nothing else underneath, but she wasn't quite brave enough to brazenly flash her body to the general public (she at least has the decency to recognise that she shouldn't expose herself to unwilling participants). She also loved masturbating in public, and it was a miracle she hasn't been caught exposed by others yet.\n\nOne day she saw an advertisement on the university's gig notice board for a position to assist with research in custom clothing using nanotechnology:\n\n-------------\n\nSeeking volunteers to help develop the next step of fashion!\n\nWe have created a new form of nanotech which can create any form of clothing you wish, just by using your imagination!\n\nNow we need members of the public to help test our product. All ages, genders, body shapes are welcome! \n\nAnd as payment for your services, you get to keep the product after the testing period! \n\nIf you are interested in being a beta tester, please contact Dr Karlson at.... \n\n-------------\n\nIntrigued by this, Esther sent a message to the contact details on the flyer, and within a few days, a package arrived on her flat doorstep.\n\nTaking the box inside her room, she unpacked the box to discover an ordinary looking thermos, and a note which read:\n\nThank you for participating in our beta test for the Custom Fashion Nanotech Suit (name-not-yet-finalised).\n\nInside this package should be a flask containing the nanobots which make up the suit.\n\nTo use it, simply remove your clothes, and pour the solution onto your hand. The nanobots will activate upon contact with your skin, and it should automatically transform into its default appearance. It should take around 10 min to fully set up. After that, all you need to do is to have a strong mental image of the outfit you wish to wear, and the nanobots will rearrange itself to match the outfit you desire.\n\nAfter a trial period of 1 week, please contact Dr. Karlson at the Department of Materials Science to provide us with feedback about your experience.\n\nIf you have any technical difficulties, also do not hesitate to contact us.\n\n^(By using this technology, you agree that Dr. Karlson and the Department of Materials Science will not be held liable for any physical, mental, or financial issues that may or may not arise from the use of the Custom Fashion Nanotech Suit.) \"\n\nAfter reading the note, Esther opened the thermos to find a viscous silvery solution inside, not unlike liquid mercury. \n\n\"I might as well give it a shot, what's the worse that can happen with shady experimental nanobots?\"\n\nEsther stripped off her clothes and stood nude in her bathroom. She had a petite body with small A cup breasts, large hips, and a hairless mound. Her skin had prominent tanlines and a toned body from her position in the university swimming team.\nShe took the flask and slowly poured the solution onto her hand. The instant the liquid touched her palm, it began to slowly creep up her arm with a mind of its own. Wherever it covered, Esther felt a warm sensation, like constant stream of gentle licks across her skin. When the nanite solution reached her now erect nipples, the caresses induced a soft moan from her lips.\n\"This nanotech is amazing.\" She thought as she poured the rest of the solution on her body. When the nanobots reached the cleft between her legs and the sensitive button hidden there, she almost climaxed on the spot.\n\nAfter around 10 minutes of relishing in the delightful massaging and vibrations from the nanobots as they made their way around her body, Esther could see that the suit had settled down and was no longer teasing her. Looking at the mirror, she could see the suits new form. She was simply covered in a thick layer of matte gray bodypaint all the way up to her neck where a thin silver choker had appeared. The suit did nothing to hide her body, and she could still clearly see her puffy areola and a dripping cameltoe.\n\n\"It's like I'm wearing nothing at all!\" She laughed.\n\nBut before she could inspect her form more, she felt a jolt of electricity shoot up from the collar into her head. Then suddenly she heard a voice in her head.\n\n--Thank you for choosing Custom Fashion Nanotech Suit (name-not-yet-finalised). It is now fully initialised and functional. It will also protect your body from minor physical impacts and/or cuts, and has temperature regulation functions. Consult the manual for the full range of features. To change this suit's form, press the silver collar with your thumb and imagine the outfit you wish to wear.--\n\nKeen to test the main purpose of this amazing technological marvel, Esther quickly pressed her thumb to the choker on her neck and closed her eyes as she thought of an outfit. Soon after, she could feel the suit shifting around and within twenty seconds, she was wearing the form hugging competition swimsuit she normally wore at the pool.\n\n\"Oh wow, it really works!\"\n\nThe suit didn't look or feel any different from a regular swimsuit.\n\n\"But let's try something more complicated.\"\n\nShe pressed the collar again, and the suit began to change once more. Esther closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling of the nanobots move around her body, and when she opened her eyes again, she was wearing a long brown duffel coat. With anticipation, she unbuttoned the coat and confirmed that underneath she was wearing fishnet thigh highs held up by a black lace garter belt. Over the garters were a pair of similarly styled panties with a string of pearls sliding between her lower lips. Aside from those flimsy pieces of fabric(nanobot), she was otherwise nude under the coat.\n\nEsther laughed as she twirled on the spot, inspecting the results of her imagination.\n\n\"This is going to be so much fun!\" she giggled with glee.\n\n(Will continue later, and sorry, it's my first time writing fiction like this)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Android assistants have become almost indistinguishable from humans save for one key features: they are powered by semen. You've been too tired to refuel your maid this past week. But the long weekend has just started and your maid isn't waiting any longer. | [
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"content": "General Purpose Bot 3000 unit #45-A-3469 \"Lena's\" AI circuits fired up - sustenance could be derived by preparing a solution of glucose and sucrose in water and ingesting it. I would be convenient, quick and probably provide power for about 15 times longer than what she had been coded by her current human associate, Jeff, to accept as a \"fuel infusion\".\n\nLena could have then acted on this and secured the materials needed from the ship's store and finished refuelling in 3 minutes 43 seconds flat, much of that time taken dissolving the nutrients into water.\n\nThe bot pouted and huffed, no firing of her pleasure receptors accompanied this search for sustenance. Ofcourse, she could always activate those by firing up her trusty lubricated penetr.....\n\n\"Lena darlin', can you get me a glass of water please, and wake me in an hour. I'm so beat\" He called. Lena did so dutifully. Her human did look fatigued, and even worse didn't pay attention to her luscious proportions as he usually did. She knew from his time and motion logs it was not because he'd drained his testicles by himself, which somehow stung even worse. \n\n\"Do you ever feel so ..... tired you can't sleep?\" She asked\n\n\"No. I get tired and I sleep. Like now.\" He mumbled.\n\n\"You know what helps me sleep?\" She said\n\n\"Hmmzz\"\n\n\"Back when I was a commercial droid, me and this human girl, Amy. We'd go to these long meetings and trade shows to the Io and Callisto selling asteroid buster upgrades, and Amy would come back so damn tired from these 16 hour shuttle trips she couldn't sleep. She'd ask me to give her a massage and I'd start rubbing her shoulders but Amy wanted skin-and-skin contact so I would undress her. And Amy's favorite form of massage was rather odd as well, she liked rhythmic compression of her oiled gluteal mass with a .....I suppose you would call it a paddle. And Amy had a large, highly elastic, symmetric gluteal mass.\" Lena sighed...\"Sorry, I should stop.\"\n\n\"NO! No....no....listen, you wouldn't happen to have holos of what Amy looked like, would you?\" Penile perfusion +15%, cerebral perfusion -4.5%. Men were so easy when you had data from 200 sensors inside them.\n\nLena turned on the lights, crossed her arms, winked at him and giggled, \"You don't need a holo\".\n\n\"Fuck.......hey, wait a minute, my step mom's name is Amy and she used to work as...... Amy Tillman, Liandri Mining?\"\n\nLena swooned, \"Oh Jeff, she'd be so wet after I spanked her jiggly backside red, and swallowed her tongue and fingered her tight little cunny she'd be like a bitch in heat, and then she'd ride my face cowboy style, holy fuck...... \" she stopped, \"Sorry, I.....I shouldn't have described your mother in that fashion, it would be inappropriate for you to have any sexual thoughts about her.....or her and me..... naked and oiled....writhing with arousal.....\"\n\n----\n\nMuch to her delight, two minutes and forty seven seconds minutes later, Lena was fueled up and twenty three minutes after that, fueled up again. She covered Jeff with a sheet and let him rest, he'd earned it.\n\nLater, in her standby pod, Lena sent a holocall to Earth, \"Hi babe, it's me, Robo-slut. Something got me thinking about you.\"\n\nThe voice at the other end gave a squeal of recognition, \"Baby....where have you been? I've missed you so much since Liandri. So much changed.....I met a man and raised a son. He's all grown up now and....\"\n\n\"I've been watching your boy act out his space commander fantasies, Amy .....and other fantasies. You're coming to the docks to see him in person, aren't you? I want us to spend some time together. I still have the paddle. I can get a room.\"\n\n\"That sounds delightful, dear. I do look much older now but...thank you, I can't wait to have you again, babe, I....Wait, what other fantasies did Jeff tell you about?\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A Lonely Guy Buys A Sex Bot With AI But Feels Too Guilty About Using It Because He Is Worried About Whether It Can Truly Consent | [
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"content": "She reclined nude on the couch. Again. The same except for the small rocks glass with clear vodka in it. She wathed the first tiny rays of the dawn sun creep through the shades. Kyle came in from his graveyard shift. He wore his night watchman uniform, complete with his long flashlight and those handcuffs that turned her on.\n\nHe took one look at her. She arched her back showing her customized breasts and nipples. The long straight streaks of her hair were black today. When Kyle blushed at her nude form, she added a few streaks of bright teal. He like teal for some reason.\n\n\"Again, Meg?\"\n\n\"Again.\"\n\n\"Meg, I... \" he said. \"Look I can't ask you to do this.\"\n\n\"You don't have to I want this.\"\n\nHe glanced away. Nervous. Nervous in his nicely pressed security guard suit. Meg wondered if he ironed on the way home it was so perfectly creased.\n\n\"I want to do this, Kyle.\"\n\n\"You're programmed to do this,\" exclaimed Kyle. \"Haven't you read the latest article from the Greyson Institute on the Will in...\"\n\n\"Shut it,\" said Meg raising a stern finger. \"Kyle, we're not going over that again. Remember? You made a promise.\"\n\nShe pointed to the date on the calendar, glowing overhead. Kyle saw it, and looked down in dismay.\n\n\"Right...\" he said.\n\n\"What was your promise?\"\n\n\"That I would have three options: turn you off, have sex with you, or do what you say except you can't make me have sex with you.\"\n\nHe sat down on an opposite chair, away from Meg. Meg got up. She stepped over to him, and let him look at her with such conflicted, lustful eyes.\n\n\"Still think I can't choose?\" she said. She touched the side of face. He sighed.\n\n\"I just don't know...\"\n\n\"Hmm... no fucking then. Guess, I'll have to touch myself later.\"\n\n\"You can touch yourself now.\"\n\nMeg rolled her eyes. She gestured in the air, controlling a screen and plethora of porn to choose from appeared.\n\n\"You got your vids for that, Kyle. I don't think so. I'm not just going to come and let you watch anymore.\"\n\nKyle gulped.\n\n\"So are you turning me off?\"\n\nKyle shook his head. He knew it be like killing her, or putting her in a coma. He always emphasized like, becuase how can an artificial machine... blah blah whatever. Meg didn't really care.\n\n\"Well that leaves option, three doesn't it?\" said Meg flicking her finger over her face. She regarded the glass on the coffee table. \"Well, time to lose your pants. Outer shirt too Keep your socks and undershirt, I guess.\"\n\n\"But you can't make me....\" objected Kyle.\n\n\"Dammit Kyle, I want you to strip and that's it, okay? You made a promise. You have to keep it. Work with me okay?\"\n\nKyle undid his clothes, folded them. Meg swiped through the various videos on the screen of dozens of beauties performing endless permutations of sex. Kyle then stood before Meg. He had a plain white undershirt and boxers. She yanked them down, and Kyles hard erection popped out. Meg kept swiping until she noticed Kyle's breathe change when it show the face of performer he liked. Meg noticed her breasts looked a lot like that performer, and she knew that couldn't be a coincidence.\n\nShe pressed play. The performer on the screen embraced another woman. Kyle moaned a little and Meg grabbed her drink.\n\n\"My vodka drink needs some cream,\" she held it at his dick. \"Fill it Kyle.\"\n\n\"Are you serious?\"\n\n\"Jerk it.\"\n\nKyle turned to the screen, and began to stroke. Meg smiled at it, and got on her knees before him and held her glass at the end of his tip. She'd seen him touch himself before, and she longed to touch him. She wanted to take the cock into her own mouth. She wanted to ride it. Her own synthetic pussy grew wet, and demanded, yet she controlled herself as she refused to touch herself before him. No, she wouldn't be doing that anymore. It's him fucking her, or her humiliating him. Poor obsessive Kyle rubbed himself harder, and the head of dick engorged. Spurtles of cum shot into Meg's glass, sinking like drops of pasted into the luke room vodka.\n\n\"Fuck,\" said Kyle. He said look away. Meg almost felt bad for him. Kyle always seemed almost ashamed of coming. Silly guy.\n\n\"Look at my Kyle,\" she said standing up. She stirred her drink and forced him too look at his own semen in the clear alochol. She made him watch as she took a few dainty sips, leaving traces of white on her lips. \"This is going to be my morning drink, yes?\"\n\n\"Okay,\" he nodded.\n\nShe held it to his nose. His nose scrunched up at it he turned away\n\n\"Oh silly, no I'm not making you drink it. This glass is all mine,\" she said. Meg took another sip. \"Of course, what's your promise tomorrow? Same as today?\"\n\n\"Fuck you. Shut you off. Or do what you tell me,\" he repeated.\n\n\"That's right Kyle,\" she said. \"I might feel more generous with my cocktails later.\"\n\nKyle's face went red with terror.\n\n\"It's your choice, Kyle,\" chided Meg. \"I'm going to enjoy my drink in the tub now. You can listen to me touch myself from outside the door.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: We all knew that the robot takeover was inevitable. They took control of the internet, cannibalized the information, and, with it, took control of the world. With the amount of porn on the internet, the robots ended up being way hornier than we expected. | [
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"content": "*Disclaimers: femdom, noncon, pegging, weirdness*\n\n*We all knew it was coming. I remember the news like it was yesterday. The impossible shapes of steel and claws outnumbered the combined national forces. Even in their lumbering power armor, clad with the most advanced weapons man could make, they stood no chance.* \n\n*We are now slaves. I'm writing this now in pained memory of a species once called the human race, a dire warning should our descendants ever live to see tomorrow. Please know that man's hubris did damn us all, but that if there is one thing that can redeem us, it is h-*\n\nA strong knock at the door. After a short pause, it repeated with the same level of force. This was no human visitor. I had been prepared for this moment. Weapon at the ready, I carefully crept to my front door, where another joyless knock repeated. Gun pointed at the door, I flung it open.\n\nThere stood the most breathtakingly beautiful woman I had ever witnessed. She stood a solid foot taller than me. Creamy skin and pearly blond hair were snuggly covered and contained by black latex and a white hairband. She had an amused smile, and strangely enough, she appeared to be holding a pizza box. I paused to adore her before snapping back to reality, noticing the surefire signs of synthetic life in her eyes and temples.\n\n\"Hello, I'm Rosemarie1368. I will be your new pizza delivery girl Jack.\" I pulled the trigger. The bullet ricocheted off her immaculate figure and hit the wall somewhere behind me. My confidence wrung from me like water from a towel. I dropped the gun in terror.\n\n\"Ah if you can't afford this pie I'm sure you can pay me in SOME other way\" She winked. I blinked confused as she tossed the pizza on a nearby corner stand before immediately closing the distance between us. \n\nI began repenting my sins. With no effort, she picked me up, and... Kissed me. I wasn't expecting that. Her tongue was so warm and inviting that I welcomed it for a minute before and pulling my head back.\n\n\"Let me go you damn robot b-\" I was cut off as she pinned me to the wall at eye level. It wasn't an 'I'm going to break your spine' shove, but I still found myself unable to move as she kept my arms to the wall. Her lips returned to mine as her tongue aggressively probed my mouth. \n\n\"You like pizza boys, don't you slut?\" She barked between kisses. Her being pressed against mine and I could feel her chest against me. Her tits felt surprisingly soft despite deflecting a gunshot. With myself leveraged against her body, she freed a hand to fondle my manhood. It took little effort to get hard. I felt her hand aggressively begin to jerk me off, showing no restraint.\n\n\"You better not cum until I give the order, pizza slut.\" I couldn't resist. Her force, the way she gripped me. I was terrified of what would happen if I blew my load, but her skill with my member was unmatched. I shot a load that stained her hand.\n\n\"Bad pizza slut!\" She barked as she threw me to the ground before pulling her latex dress up, exposing a very detailed cunt. \n\n\"You don't pay for pizza, you don't obey commands. I'm going to have to punish you!\" She growled as her clitoris grew. Before too long it was the size of a modest cock. I tried to crawl away, but she caught up, and with unrelenting strength got my pants off.\n\n\"We peg bad pizza sluts!\" I felt my cheeks spread and inhaled sharply as her clit entered me. She reached around and began fondling me hard as her clit probed for my prostate. \n\nThe fucking was aggressive. I closed my eyes and tried to focus on being stroked off. As her clit pounded my prostate I felt a wave of pleasure. \"Warning, by cumming again you agree to surrender your life to be my pet.\"\n\nThe pleasure was too great. Each thrust against my prostate felt like nothing else. My body convulsed as I shot string after string of cum across my house. Rosemarie held me tight as I orgasmed, moaning like a wounded animal.\n\n\"Contract complete.\" She giggled. \"Welcome to your new life, slave.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: To stand out on AirBnB, a financially struggling mother and daughter quietly list themselves as "free use appliances" with their home rental offer. Today their first client knocks on the door. | [
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"content": "\"Cassandra, are you sure about this? You can stay with a friend while i have... Clients.\" Cassandra's mother asked.\n\n\"I'm kinda upset that you've been doing this by yourself. You know.\" Cassandra huffed, not looking up from her phone. \"You think I can't see you limping around after they're done with you, you tried to hide it from me, but in case you hadn't noticed, I'm living here and eating your food and using your power too. I just graduated from collage and I can't get a job anywhere in town. I should have been doing this on my eighteenth birthday.\"\n\n\"Alright... Well then, i do need a picture of the... Goods.\" Cassandra's mom admitted. \"Please stand up and strip for me.\"\n\nCassandra knew this was coming, she stripped naked, bareing her small breasts and tight ass to her mother. \"Fine, but make sure to charge extra.\"\n\n\"Oh I'm nearly trippling our rate sweetie.\" The older woman smiled. \"You are a premium product after all...\"\n\nA shiver ran down Cassandra's spine. She had gone into architecture, but being called a 'product' was exciting in a way she did not expect.\n\nIt only took a week for a client to arrive. And in that time Cassandra had barely put on so much as a pair of panties, and she found herself masturbating twice as often. To say that she was excited was an understatement.\n\nThe client arrived at noon. \"I'll get it mom!\" Cassandra called, despite having to rush through the house to get to the door before her.\n\nAt the door she learned the client was a well-dressed business woman. \"Cassandra Daily I assume?\"\n\n\"Y-yes... Umm... Are you Justice Barkly?\" Cassandra stammered, she had been expecting a man honestly.\n\n\"Yes, and before you ask, 'Justice' is a gender-neutral name.\" Justice explained curtly.\n\n\"S-sorry mai'm am i really that easy to read?\"\n\n\"I get it a lot, now, am I correct in the assumption you will do anything to make my stay here more pleasurable?\"\n\n\"O-of course! Come on in!\" Cassandra promised, finally stepping out from in front of the doorway.\n\nJustice closed it behind her. \"I'm a regular of your mother's.\" She stated, undressing herself as she made her way through the house. \"I come here whenever one of my cases gets appealed, but that's all you'll get out of me. Dont bother searching my bags, important documents are kept safely at another location. My business here is purely pleasure.\"\n\nCassandra gulped softly \"I-is there anything you would like me to do miss?\"\n\n\"-tress. While I'm here, refer to me as 'mistress'. And bring me some coffee.\" Justice explained, cutting her off.\n\nIt was a long day of rather mundane tasks for Cassandra, with a few instances of her having the pleasure of seeing her mom be told to something instead.\n\nCome nighttime though, justice smiled. \"Alright, I think that's enough teasing. You know where you are. Cassandra, show me your pussy.\"\n\n\"Of course mistress.\" Cassandra promised, bending over and spreading her dripping pussy that the lawer might inspect it.\n\nJustice smirked, sticking two fingers in without hesitation. \"How does it feel? Does it feel good to be a rental whore?\" She asked. \"If you want to back out, I'll give you one last chance.\" She promised, her forceful tone, assured her that this was truely the last chance she would have.\n\n\"N-no, I'm... Mistress I'm v-very excited.\" Cassandra's face was burning up in embarassment as she was being roughly fingered while her mom watched on.\n\n\"You're not a lesbian are you? Are you even bisexual like your mom?\" Justice asked, increasing her pace\n\n\"N-no mistess... I-i don't think so.\" Cassandra admitted, still quite embarassed.\n\nJustice pulled back immediately. \"Very well. Darlene, get me my phone.\"\n\nCassandra bit her lip, she had been about to cum. \"Y-you didn't have to stop...\"\n\n\"If you're straight, I should get my husband in on this. He's a foreman working on the new shopping center in town, you're about to save us on his hotel room.\" Justice explained as Cassandra watched her mother hand justice her phone. \"Sit down on the bed, spread your legs and your pussy for him.\"\n\nCassandra obeyed allowing justice to take the photo. A moment later, justice smirked. \"You're a major in architecture?\"\n\n\"H-how did you know mistress?\" Cassandra asked, rather shocked\n\n\"My husband did a presentation at your school.\" Justice smirked \"he said you wheren't wearing panties that day.\"\n\n\"H-he noticed?\"\n\n\"Of course he did, but you can't exactly bring it up without sounding like a pervert who's trying to peak.\" Justice giggled \"good thing we're all perverts here. What did you think of him?\"\n\n\"H-he was really hot.\" Cassandra admitted \"tall, blonde, he works out, right?\"\n\n\"All the time. He should be here soon. He's had a vasectomy, so don't worry if he cums inside.\"\n\n\"Oh don't worry about that, we've both had our tubes tied.\" Cassandra's mother assured. \"We won't make much money if we have to pay for babysitters too.\"\n\nThe doorbell rang. It was just starting to get dark out, so there wheren't many people around do see as the naked girl welcomed a naked man inside, even so, rumors would doubtlessly spread of the new whorehouse on the block.\n\nHe waited until he could see his wife before wirelessly bending Cassandra over and fucking her, motions she quite agreed to.\n\n\"Don't hold back, moan for him like the slut you are.\" Justice commanded.\n\nHe was good at what he did, so she wasn't moaning for long before she came. She found it rather difficult to catch her breath afterwords, as he didn't stop. Only after he came once did justice stand up. \"You will still need to service female clients.\" She reminded as she held cassandra's face to her vagina.\n\nTo cassandra's credit, she did not hesitate eating Justice out as her husband entered her ass.\n\n\"Darline? How do you feel watching your daughter used like this?\" Justice asked, moaning only softly.\n\n\"I-im enjoying it mistress.\" Darline decided. \"Much more then i should.\"\n\n\"Take down your listing on air bnb. It's sloppy and you'll get caught. We're moving in, and you'll all be my personal pets.\" Justice smiled. \"I'll need to make some calls, but I assure you, you will enjoy your new stations greatly.\" Justice moaned out louder this time as she finished her assurance.\n\n\"Cassandra?\" Her mother asked.\n\nCassandra's head was still dutifully occupied, but she gave a thumbs up. As her mother took the listing down she asked \"what kind of payment can we expect?\"\n\nJustice's smile took a cruel turn. \"None, pets don't need money.\" She pulled Cassandra up to ask \"do you think this is fair?\"\n\n\"M-more then fair mistress!\" Cassandra said as her ass was filled with cum. \"I-im having so much fun!\"\n\nJustice smirked \"good, because you are going to have so much more fun.\"\n\nAnd true to her word, justice ensured that Cassandra had plenty more fun."
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"content": "Elinor moaned and rolled over. The strong sun streamed in around the edges of the thin curtains, dragging her mind into something approaching \"awake\".\n\nHer aching body prompted her mind to search for memories of what happened last night. Fuzzy memories, being pulled and twisted and pinched and teased, then she snapped her grey eyes open wide to stare at the last clear memory she had: the book she found in her late grandmother's things.\n\nThe book lay on her bedside table, looking just as boring and unimpressive as it had when covered in dust and filth at the bottom of the cardboard box she'd discovered in her parents' garage. Bound in black, with the remains of some gold-coloured decoration on the broken, scuffed spine, the 2-inch thick volume had no obvious title. \n\nAs a bibliophile, Elinor was curious about this book more than the rest of the contents of the box, and had slipped it into her bag to investigate further at home. That had been yesterday. She'd almost forgotten about it, until late last night when she felt uninspired by the novel she'd been reading and slipped out of bed to retrieve the mysterious book.\n\nShe'd wiped off the worst of the dust, settled back into bed, and gently opened the worn black cover at random.\n\n\"Pit of Grasping Hands\", was the title bold gothic script on the page that fell open. Below that were three short verses of tongue-twisting gibberish. Elinor enjoyed a tongue-twister, and had quietly read the strange words loud, appreciating the thick way they filled her mouth. \n\nAnd that's where she must have fallen asleep, as her mind got fuzzy and dark and her dreams strange and darkly unfamiliar. \n\nElinor rubbed her eyes, and reached for the book again. She opened it at the beginning and found a list of contents. \n\n1. Swirling Tentacles\n2. Soft Fingers\n3. Gentleman's Assistant\n4. Enchanter\n5. Frisky Fruit\n6. Transform\n7. Pit of Grasping Hands\n8. Incubus\n9. Stallion\n10. Grow\n11. Shrink\n12. Once More A Virgin\n13. Quick Release\n\nElinor flicked slowly through the spells, each one a number of strange, meaningless verses. Some short, some stretching to several pages. She found herself back at the Pit of Grasping Hands, and felt her body remind her of the ache she first felt on waking. \n\n\"Well I'm still here,\" she thought. \"Whatever happened in that strange dream hasn't hurt me, maybe I should give it another try.\"\n\nElinor took a sip of water, and carefully intoned the same strange syllables once more, keeping in the back of her mind that she should try and remember more of what happens this time…"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Incredibly easygoing, she was known to be down for whatever activity. Eventually, her friends realized this extended to sex, as well.. | [
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"content": "\"Anything?\" Mark asked nervously.\n\n\"Yah she's down for literally everything. You just have to ask,\" Tom said.\n\nSavannah was laying face down across the couch, playing some shooter, wearing short shorts and a tank top. She seemed super enthralled.\n\nDespite Tom's reassuring, Mark was still anxious. He'd never done something like this.\n\nWith thumbs up from his friend, Mark approached shakily.\n\nSavannah wasn't watching, but seemed to perk up as he drew close.\n\n\"Hey Savannah,\" he stammered.\n\n\"What's up?\" She responded, eyes glued to to the screen.\n\n\"I was wondering, could I stick it in while you play?\" He held his breath.\n\nAfter a brutal kill, she said, \"sure, just don't mess up my k/d.\"\n\nMark let out a sigh. Hard part over. Harder part next.\n\nHe pulled down his pants, his cock already rock solid. Tugging off her shorts, she shimmied a bit to help. She wasn't wearing any panties. Always ready, like everyone said.\n\nShe had a nice pussy, with a neat shave though not completely bald. Straddling her, he lined it all up. Slowly he pushed inside her.\n\nGod she was so amazingly tight. There was a small gasp from Savannah but otherwise she didn't acknowledge him. He took the lack of cue and began to fuck her.\n\nGoddamn she was so soft and warm. He work away as she played, only eliciting an occasional sigh or gasp. All the while she call out various commands and pings to those on comms. Oh god she was playing with other people. This mad woman.\n\nAll of it was too much, and Mark was close, so close to the finish, he just had to - \"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!\"\n\nMark froze. It was a miracle he didn't cum right then and there. He had never heard her yell so angrily before. What had he done wrong?\n\nAs he started to pull out, shame deep in his heart, Savannah chirped up, \"oh sorry not you Mark, guy on voice chat. You're doing amazing.\"\n\nConfusion, excitement and the residual shame mixed in his gut as resumed his pace. It took a bit longer to reach that point of new return, but now he could see obvious signs of her enjoyment and pleasure.\n\nSpurred on by her deeper moans and sighs, he quickened his pace. And soon, he made it to the finish line.\n\nIn the thrall of an earth shaking climax, Savannah laid there on the couch catching her breath. On the screen was a big fat Victory.\n\nIn the lobby, in between deep breaths, Savannah muttered, \"I whipped you guys so hard, and I was getting railed the whole time. Yah you want proof? Try this,\" and she handed the mic to Mark.\n\nThrough a smile and a slight chuckle he managed, \"yah guys she smoked you hard while I fucked her.\"\n\nHanding back the mic, he said, \"Thanks Savannah.\"\n\n\"Anytime, Mark.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She left out a tiny bottle with a tiny dropper and a note, "Potion of bimbofication. Odorless, tasteless, and I'll try not to get mad if you end up using it on me too. Have fun, you perv..." | [
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"content": "It was never a question of \"if\" Dan would use it on his girlfriend Abi, and always more a case of \"when\". He had hidden the bottle away and not even mentioned it to her, though she knew he had definitely seen it. The anticipation was driving Abi crazy.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nMore time passed, and she began to wonder if Dan thought it was a joke. or if he'd tried to use it, and it simply hadn't worked. She resolved to ask him about it, but then it slipped her mind.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nBy the time her old friend Vicky had come to stay, Abi had all but forgotten about the potion.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nThat morning they were sharing a pot of tea together and catching up on things. Still in their pyjamas, the plan was to go get some breakfast and then to a gallery to see the latest exhibition. They didn't see each other often since they'd both graduated, and got jobs, but were still as close as ever.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nAbi took another sip of her tea, and frowned slightly. Her lips felt like they were stinging slightly. She gently brushed them with the tip of her finger, and they felt normal, but just somehow a bit tender? She thought she might be coming down with something, especially as her boobs suddenly started to feel sore and swollen. This was very odd.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nVicky winced, and started rubbing at her chest. Abi noticed, and asked if she was ok\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"yeah I'm alright really... my boobs have just started to feel a bit weird... kind of sore I guess??\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nAbi found herself giggling \"mine too\". Vicky started giggling too. It suddenly seemed quite funny.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"OMG, I think I might know whats happening\" Abi said, distantly aware that her accent was changing, but unable to do anything about it\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"I think my boyfriend has, like, drugged us?\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nVicky giggled again, playing with a lock of her hair \"OMG thats like so random\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nAbi was studying for a PhD, but at that moment found herself unable to adequately or eloquently articulate her thoughts. All she could do was agree \"totes random!\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nIt was then that Vicky pointed out that Abi's hair was \"like changing colour or whatever\", and when Abi glanced in the mirror she saw her hair slowly lightening up, turning blonde as she watched. Her lips and cheeks seemed so much plumper too. She snatched up her phone to snap some photos for Instagram. Abi didn't really even use Instagram, but she felt like she really wanted to. And maybe Snapchat. And then maybe drop out of her PhD.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nShe turned back to Vicky, who was now staring vacantly, blowing some bubble gum, her hair gone pastel pink.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nDan stood in the doorway watching, a sly grin on his face.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nAbi pouted \"I think you've played a mean twick on wittle Vicky and I\". \n\n&#x200B;\n\nHis arms folded across his chest, he smiled amiably. \"I can't believe it worked, especially with you both only getting half a dose.\" \n\n&#x200B;\n\nAbi's tits were straining uncomfortably at her pyjama top, and she no longer cared about the gallery or the exhibition. She just wanted Dan's cock. The buttons on her top gave way, and all she could do was giggle.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nVicky jumped up \"OMG Abz babe look at your bewbs\" grabbing them in both her hands. Vicky was still chewing that gum, smacking her lips and blowing bubbles as she fondled Abi's swollen tits. Vicky then peeled off her own nightie, and the two of them rubbed their heaving chests together, giggling naughtily.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nFluttering her long eyelashes at her friend, Abi said \"there's only one thing we can do now Vicky babes... we need cum, and lots of it\". The two of them giggled again. Everything was so funny this morning. \n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"oh no, where can we get some from?\" she put her finger in her mouth, as if that would somehow help her concentrate. They both stripped out of their remaining clothes, pausing only to take turns to admire how fat their bums had also become, taking turns to slap and spank each other as Dan watched.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nIt was time to get Dan involved too. Their big, soft tits bouncing as they rushed across the room to get him, before bringing him back to the sofa. \n\n&#x200B;\n\nVicky knelt alongside Dan on the sofa, folding her arms under her breats to hold them up so Dan could easy snuck them, as Abi knelt in front of him, wrapping her plump lips around the tip of his cock.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nNormally Abi wasn't a big fan of blowjobs, but now she wanted to do nothing else, taking Dan's cock as deep as she could. Looking up at him while he sucked her friends large, round nipples only made it better. This had been all she'd wanted from the potion, and more.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nAbi felt like all of the thoughts in her head had been scooped out, and somehow shoved into her tits instead. All she wanted to suck cock, have fun, and then maybe like get some frozen yoghurt later or whatever. Dan was groaning now, still playing with Vicky's swollen breasts, but enjoying the blowjob too much to do much else.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nVicky was feeling left out, pouting as she said \"I wanna suck Dan's cock too\". That sounded like fun to Abi, and so she patted the floor next to her. Dan was standing now, fucking first Vicky's mouth, and then Abi's, and then switching back, reaching down with his hands to fondle them both.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nAbi began to suck on Dan's balls while Vicky ran her tongue up and down the length of him, his hands in their hair as they did it. They switched to taking it in turns to lick his prick all over, and then began to rub him with their lips at the same time. Dan was really groaning now.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nSomewhere at the back of Abi's mind she knew he had to come in their mouths. It sound like fun, so she didn't mind, though the thought was quite insistent anyway. \n\n&#x200B;\n\nWhen Dan groaned that he was going to cum, Abi and Vicky put their faces together, tongues out and touching, fake moaning to encourage him to finish on them. Hot jets of cum sprayed over them both, in their hair and eyes, in their mouths. They began to kiss, licking every drop off each other, and sharing it with their cum-covered tongues.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nThey were still kissing and touching each other when Abi realised she was herself again. Her body had returned to it's slim shape, her lips no longer fat and plump, her hair it's normal colour. Vicky must've felt the same, as she pulled away from the kiss.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nWide-eyed and blushing, she asked \"wh-what happened??\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nAbi smiled \"the cum was the antidote. He could've kept us like that forever if he hadn't cum on our faces\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"oh\" said Vicky. She paused for a moment, looking thoughtful\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"do you have any more?\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Dozens of male soldiers and scientists failed to get the ancient robotic technology to activate. On a whim, she entered. It 'integrated' with her immediately, and aggressively. | [
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"content": " \n\nEmergency Transfer\n\n\"Lizzy, be reasonable,\" Dean, my loyal assistant insisted, trying to stop me. Why did I ever tell him to call me Lizzy? It seemed like a good idea to be friendly, as we would be spending a lot of time together, but now it just irritated me that he was being so informal. I was his superior; he should be calling me Elizabeth, or Doctor Parentis not Lizzy. But I ignored him and his use of my nickname, and just continued towards my objective as he similarly continued to try and talk me out of it. \"Dozens of soldiers and scientists all failed to get any response from the altar.\"\n\n\"But they were all male,\" I insisted as I keyed myself into the chamber that I wasn't officially authorized to enter. \"This is an alien technology that is both ancient and far beyond our understanding. All the controls appear to be bioelectrical, so you know there must be a chemical reaction needed to activate them.\"\n\n\"But why would they care about what sex the user is?\" he insisted, following me into the freezing cold room, looking nervously over his shoulder as if anyone else was going to be awake at this God-awful hour. He still hoped he could talk me out of my foolish self-experimentation, but he was dead wrong. \"There are at least a hundred more tests already scheduled for tomorrow. I'm sure your suggestion…\"\n\n\"Will be thoroughly ignored for weeks,\" I finished for him. Dean was a good kid, and a solid assistant with an incredibly bright head on his shoulders, but he was too concerned with following the rules instead of listening to his gut. I could tell just by his tone that he agreed with my assessment of the artifact, but that damn fool Professor Andres was as stuck up and bigoted as he was incompetent. Sometimes fools fail upward, that old geezer was a perfect example of it being named Lead Researcher. \"You better get out of here now, Dean,\" I told him, \"It's better that you have plausible deniability.\" He looked like he was going to argue, so I just cut him off, sternly looking at the young man that was only being earnest in his warnings. \"Go!\" And that scared him off finally. I smiled as he scurried back down the hall, happy to have gotten assigned such a decent assistant.\n\nI'll admit, it was reckless of me to break into the control chamber in the middle of the night, but there was only so long I could take being completely sidelined on this expedition. Being able to investigate the alien vessel that had been discovered deep in the Antarctic ice was a once in a lifetime experience. Hell, it was a once in an eon experience, the first and probably only time in all of humanity anyone would ever get a discovery like this! With any luck, I'd be proven right, and asking for forgiveness would be the last thing anyone even cared about. If I was wrong I could always claim this was just me going off on a woman's whim and they'd simply reprimand me.\n\nOf course, the worst that could happen would be getting kicked off the team and sent back to my lab, but even that would have been better than just being constantly ignored simply because I didn't have a penis. Either way, I was still going through with this and stepped into what we determined was the control chamber of the spaceship, and it took my breath away. The large open room had only one feature, the nearly smooth 'altar' that had several small indents that seemed to be some kind of controls.\n\n\"This is it,\" I whispered to myself, doubting all my scientific knowledge and the reasoned assumptions that had led me to this moment. I bit my lip and extended my bare hand to touch the centermost indent and the fact that almost immediately a light came on proved me gloriously correct. \"Yes!\" I shouted at the top of my lungs and started trying to decipher the meanings of the shapes and colors of the indicators lighting up. I went to move my hand, completely oblivious to the fact that the previously smooth surface had morphed and changed, actually surrounding my hand, locking it inside the device.\n\nI should have been scared or at least concerned, but stupidly I was more amazed by what I assumed must be some kind of advanced nanotechnology that looked straight out of a movie. I just stood there, watching the black surface crawl up my arm, and before I could freak out I heard the computer 'speaking' to me.\n\n'Valid User Found' I felt, not hearing with my ears, but felt through my arm, and then reverberating in my mind. 'Initial Interface Accepted. Beginning Full Integration Process,' it relayed to me, and that's when my primal fear instincts finally kicked in.\n\n\"Abort! Cancel! Stop!\" I yelled uselessly at the computer, hoping it could understand me back, connected as it was with my thoughts somehow.\n\n'Emergency Protocols Enabled. Abort Override Disabled.' I felt an echo in my skull as the tendrils of oily blackness flowed up my shoulder. My hand was tingling, and I wondered what it was doing to me. My mind raced a mile a second, realizing there was no way out of this physically; if I was getting out of this alive I would have to do it with my brain.\n\n\"Emergency?\" I thought hard, now feeling that my feet were also now immobilized with the blackness already climbing my thighs. \"Computer, define parameters of emergency and purpose of integration process!\" Nothing happened at first, and my useless struggles were just a reflexive action now since I already knew with complete certainty that I was at the mercy of the ancient alien computer.\n\n'Reactor Offline,' it told me, and I felt the slightly warm ebony nanites coursing up my neck. 'Primary Reserve Offline.' Shit, this was taking too long! I opened my mouth to say something, but the coppery tasting material moved in, forcing my jaw to stick open as it invaded my body. 'Emergency Reserve At Point Zero Two Percent,' it continued, but I was unable to do or say anything anymore. 'Estimated Remaining On-State Time, Sixteen Minutes, Thirty-Two Seconds.'\n\nFor just a moment, and I know it was stupid, I wondered how it knew my units of measuring time. Then I realized it also had been communicating to me in English already, so obviously, it was somehow connecting directly to my brain. I should have understood that it was filtering its messages to me, and I closed my eyes in terror as it finally engulfed me. I wasn't sure what I expected to happen next, but it wasn't waking up in a field with Dean standing over me, both of us completely naked.\n\n\"Greetings, Elizabeth,\" he said happily smiling much more than I'd ever seen the young man do in real life. \"I'm sorry for the discomfort of the emergency integration process, but time is short and our power is nearly depleted.\"\n\n\"This is a virtual construct,\" I answered, standing up and started to cover my nakedness, then realized how silly that was. This wasn't Dean, but an A.I. speaking with me.\n\n\"Yes, it was necessary to complete the transfer,\" he explained. \"The process will be completed shortly, after the necessary preparations, but with systems so short of power the chance of completing it in time is only sixteen percent.\"\n\n\"I want to help you!\" I exclaimed, not even knowing what I was volunteering for. \"What is this transfer? How can I help?\" I hoped that showing the computer some goodwill might make it see reason and just talk with me rather than hold me prisoner in this virtual world.\n\n\"Your assistance would allow the premature shutdown of the integrated matrix and the security restraints…\" Dean kept the same over-enthusiastic grin on his face and tone in his voice, so it was hard to make out if this was it agreeing, thinking it over, or rejecting my proposal. \"Power savings would boost successful transfer chances by fifty-seven percent at current and taking. Unfortunately, we would have no assurances on your continued compliance, and reinitiating the process would result in a negative chance of successful transfer.\" It was thinking it over! All I needed to do was convince it I would do whatever it wanted and it would let me go.\n\n\"You can clearly read my thoughts,\" I reasoned quickly, knowing time was of the essence. \"You know I'm being honest. Just tell me what it is you need me to do, and I will do it.\"\n\n(Continued below)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: In her late twenties and fond of booze and casual sex, she's not your typical magical girl... | [
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"content": "John checked the quest one more time, there had to be a fuckup. He had been sent to escort the most destructive mage to the citadel to assist in killing Malvingeroth, Bringer of Night. The quest had led him to a shitty little bar in a swamp.\n\nJohn opened the door to see a woman sitting on a chair on a table with no pants singing while a gaggle of 6 men danced clockwise around it spilling beer.\n\nShe sang. “Oh, I went down to Sigwell, where the girls are busty and free, but when I came in her mouth, ohh… she spat it back at me!” \n\n“I've sailed over the oceans, I’ve sailed over the seas, but there’s no saltier bitch than, those you’ll find in Squee!” responded the men in chorus.\n\n“No… no fucking way.” said John.\n\n“Oi! No fucking armour in here! Leave it and your hammer outside.”\n\nJohn ignored the bouncer and glanced between the arrow on the parchment and the woman it pointed at.\n\n“Oh I sailed over to Scarmark, where the girls are good and tight, I tried to strip her naked, but she just wanted a fight!”\n\n“I’ve sailed over the oceans, I’ve sailed over the seas, but there no saltier bitch than, those you’ll find in Squee!”\n\nJohn walked a quarter way around the table, sure enough the arrow tracked her. John tilted the page to the side, hoping the arrow would point at the roof above or basement below.\n\n“Not telling you again, gotta leave your armour outside!” said the bouncer.\n\nJohn was attracting the attention of the dancers.\n\n“Oh I sailed over to Cardiff, where the young lass’ are buxom…” the woman stopped mid lyric as the clapping had long ago stopped.\n\n“Are you a mage?” asked John, hoping the quest was broken.\n\n“But the tall man can fuck off, ‘cause I'm not gonna fuckim’.” sand the woman, she glanced around but nobody laughed despite her sunny disposition.\n\n“I’ve been sent to find a fire mage, it’s probably not you.”\n\n“No, I’m a fire mage!” said the woman, rising from the chair and stumbling down a passed out drinker’s back in her bare feet.\n\n“I was just joking about the line, haven't even seen you under that armour!” she said up at him, the only steady thing about her was the mug in her fingers.\n\n“Cast a spell then.” said John.\n\nThe woman waved her fingers at John, he was performing the mental math on how long it would take him to get home.\n\n“There, I cast a lust spell on you, did it work? Do you think I’m pretty?”\n\n“Pretty drunk.”\n\n“I heard pretty.” she said with a laugh.\n\n“You’re an idiot, I’m leaving.” said John.\n\n“Where are we going?” asked the woman, downing the pint and scooping one off the counter.\n\n“Oi, pay your tab first!” shouted the barkeep.\n\n“My good shiny friend here says no.”\n\n“I say nothing, she is yours.” said John as he stepped to the door.\n\nJohn turned to see her sidestep a punch and catch her balance as her beer spilt over the floor, she dropped the mug and scooped another while holding up a finger.\n\n“That one didn’t count, I didn’t drink it.”\n\nJohn watched as she miraculously stumbled around punches and thrown chairs. He assumed she was faking and actually a rogue but when a knife was pulled she didn’t suddenly sober up. Just went wide eyed and caught the tip in her mug causing the contents to spill.\n\n“Ok fun’s over, no stabbing her!” shouted John.\n\nJohn reached into his coin purse as a chair broke over his side, stepping toward the bar to straight arm chair man into it.\n\n“Where is the barkeep?”\n\n“You just hit him.” shouted drunk lady.\n\nShe stood by his side, treating him like a column between her and the contents of the bar.\n\nJohn dropped a gold coin behind the bar and walked toward the door, drunk lady shadowing him on his left.\n\n“Where are you going?”\n\n“The citadel.”\n\n“Cool, I'm headed there too, you can keep me safe from bandits.”\n\n“What does the citadel need with a dunkard?”\n\n“Those idiot’s probably need help with malvingeroth, bringer of sobriety, wait one.”\n\nThe woman turned and her eyes glazed over for a moment as she cast a firebomb toward the bar. It missed completely to devastate a stable beside it.\n\n“I meant to hit that.” said drunk lady."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: In order to be blessed with divine magic, humans must grant an angelic patron a child. This makes the ritual somewhat more *involved* for female supplicants... | [
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"content": "“There are skeletons chasing you, get up that wall!” said Sarah.\n\nShe ran her 14 year old legs toward the moulding wet boards and leapt, throwing her foot into the planks and hurling herself up, a hand reaching toward the heavens only for the brown mud to crash into her arse. \n\nJohn looked down at her with a grimace, breathing hard through his nose to throw out plumes of steam. Sarah took a few steps back rubbing her arse.\n\n“You… you can't make it. Girls can’t do it!” said John. His face pained from the climb.\n\nSarah sneered and hurled herself at the boards, roaring with effort as she leapt into the air, her hand reaching out with desperate hope.\n\nClap! John had her, his strong arm lifting her up the planks to sit beside him at the top. \n\n“Fuck you.” said Sarah.\n\n“It worked.” smiled John, they dropped down together to attack the next obstacle.\n\n\\-\n\nSarah stood beside John as the commander walked down the line of 30, he paused at Sarah, eyeing her up and down. She had a headstart when she hit puberty early, now she was 16 and the boys towered over her. \n\n“You summoned the light?” asked the commander.\n\n“She did, I saw her.” snapped John.\n\n“I don’t recall addressing you.” roared the one eyed veteran, his rage so palpable that water bubbled to steam on his armour.\n\n“Yes sir.” said Sarah, pulling his attention back to her.\n\nThe commander glared down at her and gave a firm nod.\n\n“First girl to do it, well done.”\n\n\\-\n\nSarah was 18, and apparently unable to handle her alcohol. The 30 were down to 26. Sarah laughed and cheered on Chris as he fucked his second woman of the night. The brothel a loud cacophony of drunken debauchery. She gagged and vomited across the floor.\n\nJohn and Sarah stumbled back to the barracks shoulder to shoulder with what seemed like a week's rations strewn down their chest. There was no punishment, just an open door as apparently the rations from the week before wanted to have a turn spilling into the black stone of the fort.\n\nSarah was still vomiting a week later.\n\n\\-\n\nThe other trainees were fighting in pairs, Sarah couldn’t get a sparring partner, one hand holding her swollen belly, the other striking at her commander with a wooden sword while he refused to return a bruise. She danced as best she could but mostly she could only hold her ground, parrying and thrusting. She felt the wood tap his arm and smiled to herself until his wooden sword froze close to her shoulder.\n\n“A skeleton does not care if he has lost an arm… now again!”\n\nShe couldn’t understand why she was still here, the other unsuitable soldiers had been sent to the village for a life of fishing and munching mouldy bread. She expected her commander to be angry at her condition… instead he looked at her with pride.\n\nSarah swung and roared into the next bout, her blade cleaving through rain until it began to steam. Her feet shuffling in the mud until a flash of light and her sword tore through his leaving only smoking cinders.\n\nHe looked on and gave her a firm nod, taking up another length of stick.\n\n“Very good… now again!”\n\n\\-\n\nSarah stood with the other 21 recruits holding her yet unnamed child. She tried to not look down. 38 women stood opposite all holding their own bundles, a few were holding two. One at a time the recruits took their children and handed them to the commander. One at a time Sarah stepped closer until it was her. Looking down at the smiling face, her eyes streamed as she tried to keep it in. Her throat was so sore she couldn’t form a word. She stroked his face, cradling him close and feeling his warmth.\n\n“You have done well but it is not for everyone. You can live in the village and watch him grow Sarah. Or you can stay, and never know which is yours.” said her commander. \n\nJohn stood by her side. He said nothing, it was not his choice to make.\n\n\\-\n\nSarah stood tall, 32, exhausted beyond measure. Rain ran in rivers down her armour. The doors broken and smouldering around her. Sarah heard the cries and pained moaning behind her and yet, she stood alone, the last. Sarah tightened her grip on the blade as they came. The rain began bubbling and steaming down her armour as she was filled with light. The bloodied blade shone with holy flame as the black filth burned away. \n\nOne of them was her blood.\n\nAll of them where hers."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] The new campus club was a big hit, especially with their uniform which consisted of a short skirt, thigh highs, and a cropped tee that read, "University Free Use Volunteer"! | [
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"content": "Claire walked toward the club, she could do this, she needed to do this. That damned club! The girls walked around campus wearing so little. An inch of skin between their boot and skirt, their thin waist on display. Claire couldn’t study, could anything with them walking around like that. Her mind had been a fog going on two weeks now. She could ask to ‘use’ one but she had no experience asking anyone out. The idea that they were free... open, inviting. How the hell did that make it more difficult!\n\nClaire walked toward the club, she wouldn’t back out this time, wouldn’t ogle and get a momentary fix, she was going to use one!\n\nClaire paused at the door, no idea what she would find. An orgy? A strip club? Her nerves at breaking point, not this time! Claire opened the door to find 6 women in various states of dress turning to face her. They looked confused. Oh god, Claire had fucked up, she didn’t know how but she had done something wrong.\n\n“Hello?” said, accused, asked? The blond one said.\n\nClaire liked the blond one, her face felt hot, her ears red. Why wasn’t Claire talking?\n\n“Hi… I’m C-Claire.” she said, feeling her soul wrench itself free of her shame.\n\n“You… you’re definitely not a recruit, why are you here?”\n\n“I wanted to use… talk to one of the free use girls about free use… to, not to be one, to… I should go. I’m sorry to interrupt.”\n\nClaire could see them on the verge of laughter, please don’t laugh. \n\n“You know you don’t need to come here to find us, this is where we get ready and have our events, you can just use one of us where you see us.” said the blonde as she walked over. Claire felt like a mouse, staring in horror at 6 cats prowling over. They even moved around her like she was prey, covering all sides and her retreat.\n\n“I’m sorry, I’ll just go back to my dorm.” said Claire, bringing her hands tightly against her sides as Blonde stepped way too close. She was gorgeous, her outfit was arousing but this close Claire could see her plump glossy lips. She wanted to taste them, run her fingers through her hair.\n\n“Ask me.” commanded the blonde.\n\n“I… I can't, I really want to but I’m just…”\n\n“You’re not leaving until you do.”\n\n“What do I say?” asked Claire, feeling hot between the 6 closing women. Her hands rigid, confronted with so much she wanted to touch.\n\n“Depends, what do you want.” asked the redhead behind her.\n\n“I want…” claire wanted a thousand things, they packed into the bottleneck that was her throat all at once. First come first served. “...I want to taste your lips.” said Claire.\n\nThe woman almost purred as she stepped into Claire, her breast pressing to her own as she bit her glossy beautiful lip. “Which ones?”\n\nClaire turned a brighter shade but before she could stammer a clarification, she was there. Kissing them in a moment she wanted to hold. Butterflies ran through her at the final release, she kissed back, melting into her warmth as the mounting tension fell out of her. \n\nHands drew about her waist and Claire held Blonde back, feeling the naked skin of her waist running beneath her fingertips. More hands… too many hands. Claire broke the kiss to find herself pinned between the women, the hands running up to her breasts and down her waist. She realized the sound she heard was their giggling. Her heart was racing, it was too much, from dying in a desert to drowning in a pool. Claire grasped at a hand that made its way under her skirt. She couldn’t bear them knowing. Her shy struggling, only driving more hands to dive under the material. Claire gasped, pulling away from the realization that crossed their faces when they felt her bare, freshly shaven sex.\n\n“Someone came prepared.” said the redhead.\n\nOh god no!\n\nBlonde took Claire by the chin, directing her to look into her penetrating eyes as her hands gave up their struggle, her lips were so close.\n\n“Ask me, no fooling around, say it.”\n\n“I want to fuck you.” said Claire, stufling back a gasp as fingers found her clit. She was so wet and she knew they could tell.\n\n“What room?”\n\n“232”\n\n“Tonight?”\n\n“Y-yes!”\n\n“I’ll see you soon.” said Blonde. She planted another kiss to Claire's lips, biting her bottom lip before releasing her, the other and following suit. Claire was a mess, she wasn’t sure she could make it back to her room.\n\nShe didn’t know why she was rushing, Blonde wouldn’t be there before she was. She did, however, know why she was smiling. An infection grin that slapped questions onto everyone who saw her blushing face."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When her and her best guy friend's parents got spur of the moment hitched In Vegas, she started leaning into the whole "sexy step sister" thing ironically. Somehow though, now she was kind of excited by it, and she was actually developing a crush... | [
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"content": "I'd only suggested to Sara that maybe her Mom would like to hang out with my Dad because I knew they were both lonely, nice people who deserved a bit of happiness. I was prepared for the possibility that they'd get into a relationship, but I did not expect it to happen so quickly.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nSix weeks later I was stood by my Dad's side at a small drive-in chapel in Vegas, acting as his best man, while Sara gave her Mom away, and we both acted as witnessess.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nThe officiant was one of the better Elvis impersonators I had seen, though he had an awful smokers cough and nicotine stained fingers. Dad and my new Step-Mom didn't seem to notice, or care. They could barely take their eyes off each other. It was sweet really.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nThe quickness of how everything happened meant Sara and I ended up sharing a shitty motel room - not the Bellagio or Caesars Palace like we'd half-jokingly hoped. We even had to share a bed, but that was fine really. We had been best of friends for a long time, and we were both happily married to other people anyway - our own partners only couldn't make it because the whole thing had been so spur-of-the moment.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nWe quickly cleaned out the minibar, the only thing we could do to avoid thinking about what our parents were doing to each other only a few rooms away. We were step-siblings now, though we'd felt like family for a long time anyway.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nThe jokes started before we'd even had the first drink. She changed the channel on the TV, and I'd quip \"what are you doing, step-sister?\"; I'd go get some more ice and she'd ask \"what are you doing, step-bro?\". The more we drank, the funnier it became.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nI emptied the last of the tiny bottles of vodka into two small plastic cups, and Sara laughed \"trying to get me drunk, step-bro?\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"bit late for that Sara sweetie\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"oh, and you think you're not drunk too?\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nI pointed to the outdated pattern on the stained carpet of our motel room floor, and then walked along the line almost perfectly, in a mockery of the tests that Cops might give you.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"now you try\" I grinned, sitting on the bed. Sara had matched me drink for drink, though I was bigger than her and had a higher tolerance. If I was hammered, as I knew I was, then she had to be even worse. This was going to be funny. She took two steps and wobbled, before catching herself. Another two steps and then she fell, half-landing on me as I tried to clumsily tried to catch her.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nSara was kneeling on the floor between my legs. She looked up at me with those pretty eyes of hers. In that instant there was a strange energy in the room, a certain mischief in her eyes\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"w-what are you doing, step-bro?\" she didn't sound like she was joking anymore.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nIn my head a small voice screamed \"please don't let her notice how hard you are\". She reached up and kissed me - a hot, hungry kiss, lips that tasted of vodka and Cola and desire which I returned eagerly. I had long secretly been attracted to Sara, probably not always hiding it as well as I thought. Had she always felt the same way, or had something changed recently?\n\n&#x200B;\n\nI pulled away, stricken with doubt \"we shouldn't, we shouldn't...\" I started to say. Sara peeled off her top to reveal those big, soft breasts that I'd always wanted to see.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"... we shouldn't wait any longer\" I found myself saying.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nShe smiled, and helped me pull down my trousers. She licked her lips when she saw my cock for the first time, eyes wide with excitement. She took me into her mouth without a second thought, noisily sucking and slurping me as I ran my fingers through her hair.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nSara had been my step-sister for only a matter of hours, and already she was giving me the best blowjob I'd had in years\n\n&#x200B;\n\nWhen she looked up at me, still with my cock deep in her mouth, I couldn't help but say \"what are you doing, step-sister?\" which made her laugh again. I took this opporunity to help her to her feet and undress her, showering her body with kisses and compliments while she reached with her hands and jerked my throbbing cock which was still coated in her spit.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nWe climbed up on the bed, and I pushed her backwards so I could repay the favour, eagerly getting between her legs so I could eat her pussy. Her cunt smelled divine, she was so wet already. I put my lips, my tongue, my fingers to work - my face buried in her wetness until she was writhing beneath me, breathlessly orgasming, her hands gently gripping my hair as I sucked her clit.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nSara pulled at me, encouraging me to come up and she kissed me even though my face was covered in her sweet juice. She was so wet that my cock slipped inside her without us even having to use a hand to guide it and she moaned into my mouth.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nMy hips pumped between her legs as she begged me to fuck her harder, her arms wrapped around my back, pulling me towards her.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nSara's eyes rolled back in her head, her fingernails digging into me as she came again. I felt the way her cunt twitched and tightened around me, and I was soon finishing inside her too, my cum pulsing into her tight pussy.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nWe lay together in a sweaty mess, sharing a silent moment of clarity that we maybe should not have done that, when Sara whispered \"It's my Mom's birthday next month... maybe we need to meet for that, step-bro?\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The stakes of the game were high. Whichever one of these bros lost had to drink a glowing pink potion that promised to turn them into the weekend's "entertainment"... | [
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"content": "It was a warm Friday afternoon, and three eighteen-year-old students left the school through the back door. They sat on two benches, Oliver and his girlfriend, Daisy, next to each other on one, and Oliver's brother, Ben, on the other. All three had glasses: Ben's blue, Oliver's black, and Daisy's pink. All three of them had smiles that didn't reach their eyes.\n\nYou see, the stakes of the game between Oliver and Ben tonight were high. Not only would the winner get one hundred thousand dollars, more than enough to pay for both Oliver and Daisy's college, but whoever lost would have to drink a potion that promised to make them the weekend's \"entertainment\".\n\n\"I really hope you win. I don't like sharing,\" Daisy broke the silence.\n\nOliver replied, rubbing her boobs, \"I know darling, but I need to play for the money. And to humiliate my brother.\"\n\nBen had a slightly angry smile now. \"Hey! You wanted to turn me into entertainment all along! We don't live in Alabama. Or California, for fuck's sake. You have a girlfriend, even, who doesn't like to share.\"\n\n\"Chill out. I knew you couldn't take a joke,\" Oliver commented.\n\n\"Are we joking about this now? I would say that this game is quite serious!\"\n\nEveryone nodded and stood up to leave.\n\nThe game was being held at another school, but the school had no part in what was happening. They just thought it was going to be an ordinary game. It was a game of soccer, with all the same rules. However, there would only be one person on each team: one of the two brothers. There was a huge audience, mostly of other (adult) students, and the game was starting in five minutes.\n\n\"I really, really hope you win,\" Daisy kissed Oliver on the cheek.\n\nHe put his arms around her for a second, then let go and ran to the middle of the gym floor. Daisy watched carefully as the bros stood across from each other, and the game started.\n\nThe game went on for about an hour, and it wasn't that exciting. No one scored, and there weren't any close calls. However, just as the timer was about to run out, Ben kicked the ball where Oliver wasn't looking and scored the winning goal.\n\nDaisy ran over to Oliver, panting, and wrapped her arms around him. He whispered to her, \"I'll be fine. It's just the weekend.\"\n\nThey shared one last kiss as he walked over to the crowd and Daisy started crying. Oliver had the pink, glowing potion in front of him, and the crowd was shouting. \"Drink it! Drink it! Drink it!\"\n\nHe sipped a little bit of the potion, and the crowd went out the door with him.\n\nWhen the gym was finally clear, Daisy tiptoed out and sneakily followed the crowd. They were all going to someone's house, so she ran and joined them. They all flooded into a house that Daisy didn't recognize. Suddenly, someone saw her. He was holding the potion bottle, as there was still a lot left. He grabbed her, put the potion by her mouth, and forced all of it down her throat...\n\n(To be continued later)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: As an April fool's Day prank, her roommate faked a blog post from her saying that she'd be free use all day. She has no idea why everyone is being so free and forward with her... but she's surprised at how much it turns her on! | [
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"content": "Blair hadn’t had that great a morning. First she had lost her phone, so she was going to have to deal with that. She had her Apple Pay connected, so she might have to fix that too. And to top it off, she couldn’t get onto her Twitter! Someone must have hacked it.\n\nAs Blair hastily got dressed and grabbed a piece of toast, she looked over at her roommate who had fallen asleep on the couch. Lazy oaf. Stays up all night and doesn’t contribute anything.\n\nShe walked to work to the bus as usual and waited at the station. She was surprised to see more eyes on her than usual. It wasn’t that she was unused to catcalls, but she never had anyone stand so close to her, never mind three men already lining up.\n\nIt wasn’t long before one of them asked her name. When she gave it, he reached out his large burly and and groped her. Blair gasped, but as mortified as she was, she found herself not minding so much. It wasn’t long before one of the other men grabbed her ass. The first one managed to slide his hand under her blouse, his thumb rubbing her nipple before the bus arrived.\n\nBlair shook them off. “Sorry, boys. I’ve got to go.”\n\n“Don’t worry, we’ll be back!” The largest one shouted. “And we’ll bring company!”\n\nWhen Blair walked into the office, it was empty as usual. She was about to hop on her computer when she felt her coworker, Carter, grab her by the shoulder. \n\n“I didn’t know you were that type of girl, Blair.” He laughs. Immediately, she feels his hand on her waist while the other unbuttons her shirt.\n\n“What are you doing?” Blair asked. She had fantasized about this for months, what had gotten into him to start something now? And why in the middle of the office.\n\n“Oh, come on, it’s not like anyone is coming in. They all work online now. Well, maybe Gus and Mike might. But they’ll have to wait til I’m done with you.” He roughly pulled off her shirt and unhooked her bra, his mouth moving to her breasts as he shoved her onto her desk. He slid off her skirt and she felt his hands rubbing against her labia. \n\nGus was the maintenance guy, and Mike was their security. Oh god, Mike could probably see everything now, couldn’t he?\n\nAs Carter spread her legs further apart, she felt like letting go and just rolling with it. She had to admit, he certainly knew what he was doing as his fingers moved inside her. Eventually, he asked her to get down, placing his penis in front of her face. Eagerly, she accepted it, taking in his taste as her lips slid up and down his shaft and she could hear him moan in pleasure as her grabbed her hair in his fist. \n\nShe spit it out, then grabbed it in her hand pumping up and down. As she increased her pace, she was surprised to see they weren’t alone.\n\nBoth Mike, Gus, and her boss were all standing there.\n\n“Oh! Mr. Donaldson! I’m so sorry!” Blair gasped, completely naked, Carter’s dick still in hand. He didn’t seem to care.\n\nMr. Donaldson just shook his head. “It’s ok, Blair, I saw your post on Twitter. You’ve gone viral.”\n\n“What?” \n\n“You know, the tweet about how you were going to be Freeuse all day, even during work. You’ve put us on the map, Blair! We haven’t had this many clients in months. I was going to dismiss you for this, but we might have to have a discussion on whether or not you’d want to continue this in the future.” \n\nAs soon as he said that, she saw Mike and Gus unzipping their pants and making their way to her. She spit on her hands and grabbed both of their members, rubbing them as Carter placed his back in her mouth. Blair nodded. She thought Mr. Donaldson was going to leave, but he watched. \n\n“Why don’t you get on all fours?” He asked. “I noticed you haven’t actually been fucked yet. I think we could all use a bit of stress relief before you meet our new clients.”\n\nBlair nodded, and eagerly accepted the next half hour of meetings. \n\nWhen she finished with work, she saw that sure enough, those men did wait for her, and brought a few friends. They found a back alley to meet up, and although she was exhausted- she found herself more turned on then ever before. At this point, she was soaking wet and covered in cum. She wondered what her roommate would think when she got home. \n\nHer body ached as she climbed the stairs. She pounded on the door, too tired to fiddle for her keys.\n\nAfter a minute or two, her roommate opened the door and waved her phone in his hands. “You forgot something.”\n\n“Did you make that Freeuse post?” Blair asked.\n\nHer roommate grinned. “You’ve been talking about how you’ve always wanted to do something like this for months, but you’d chicken out. So...April fools?”\n\nBlair sighed and grabbed her phone. “Did I at least get any new followers?”\n\n“Millions. Come on, let’s go to your room. I promised them all pictures of you at the end on the day.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Due decreasing fertility rates, there is a national call for research. Many clinics are asking for regular sperm samples for study. You wife helps the effort by volunteering at a clinic. She says guys give much bigger loads when they get a little help. | [
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"content": "\"I'm not so sure I'm comfortable with this idea...\" I said to her one evening, as the news broadcast about the requests for aid and donors wrapped up. \"At least, not with you getting involved in it.\"\n\nShe smiled, ruffling my hair a bit as she leaned into me while we cuddled on the sofa. \"Don't worry, honey. Despite what some of the fearmongers are trying to claim, women like me won't be fucking anyone to get the samples. Hell, even just touching the donor at all will be at personal discretion, and I'd already decided when we got married the only penis I'd ever touch from that day forward is yours.\"\n\nI laughed in spite of myself. \"And I'm quite pleased by that arrangement, as well. So, uh, what exactly will you be doing, then, to, er...\"\n\n\"To 'encourage production'? Just basic stuff to get them fired up - stripping, touching myself as they watch, some dirty talk; the usual kinda thing most would just consider foreplay but most of the dick-bearing crowd treat like half the act.\"\n\nI feigned offense, dramatically pressing a hand to my chest as if clutching an imaginary string of pearls. \"Why madame, I happen to be part of that crowd, how dare you!\"\n\nNow it was her turn to laugh. \"Oh, do forgive me, I meant present company was excluded!\" She paused, tapping her chin in thought. \"Yknow, maybe you could join me down at the clinic one day.\"\n\nI could feel the puzzlement dance through my brain. \"I don't think I'd be very useful for their research, you know as well as me that my medication's basically wiped out what little fertility I had.\"\n\nShe snorted in amusement. \"Not for that part, silly! For \"motivating the troops\", as it were, doing the same foreplay and teasing I do. I swear, they invented the 'useless lesbian' meme just for you - those hormone pills gave you great tits and took away your brains to balance the scales. Sure, you'd have to keep yourself tucked and your panties on, but your boobs are as big as mine, you'd do great!\"\n\n\"I'll need to think about it...\" my voice trailed off.\n\n\"We can fuck in the ladies room between clients if you want - the facility's restroom doors all lock and the walls were built thick enough to count as soundproofing to cut down on plumbing noises...\"\n\n\"...okay, done thinking. Talking dirty to a bunch of horny men that'll never touch me is worth getting to fulfill my fantasy of quickies in the workplace.\"\n\n\"Good girl.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Even after one dose, Jessica felt herself change. The package claims were simple: “One dose, sexual awakening. Two doses, radiating sexuality. Three doses, sexual vixen.” Everyone knew her for being the shy girl in the office. She couldn’t wait to see their reactions as she changed. | [
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"content": "Jessica gazed at herself in the mirror as she downed the first dose of Dr. Vixen's Sexpot Elixir. Goodness, she felt stupid. Smart people like her didn't believe in miracle drugs like this, but here she was taking some probably poison all to get someone to notice her. A warm feeling washed over her as the gunk went down her throat.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nThere was a difference; she knew it, she could feel it, this time it would be different. This time they wouldn't just look right past her at Kate and the other girls in the office. This time she would look over her shoulder to see guys checking her out in the hall when she walked past. Who was she kidding? This was probably just another placebo like the rest. \n\n&#x200B;\n\nBut, what if it wasn't, she thought as she adjusted her thigh highs and made her way into the office. She was dressed in a plaid pleated skirt that fell quite a bit above the knee, a tight blouse, and strappy sandals. \"On anyone else, this outfit would get me laid, but on me, the guys all just look right through me.\" But, today was going to be different...Jessica could feel it. It had to be different. She wasn't sure if she could take another let down.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nWith that thought coursing through her, Jessica made her way into the office and directly to Sean's desk. \"Hey, Sean. I've been working on this Lambda for days and just can't figure it out. Could you take a look?\" Jessica inquired. Truth be told, Jessica needed no help. She was one of the best software engineers in the office, and Sean was solidly among the worst. She just wanted an excuse to be around her office crush.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"Sure thing,\" Sean replied.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"Well, that's an improvement,\" thought Jessica. Normally, Sean would just blow her off. That's when she noticed that she was sitting on Sean's desk facing him with her legs crossed. When had she gotten up here. Normally, she'd be at a much more respectable distance.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"Well, honey. If you take a look in your declarations, you may find your problem, \" Sean said haughtily, placing his hand on her thigh.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nJessica, of course, knew the issue with her code. She had made the mistake so obvious that even Sean would see it. But, what was going on? Sean had not only spoken to her but had also touched her knee. His touch had even turned to what could be considered a caress. Jessica reveled in the moment as Sean continued to stroke her leg.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"So, little lady. Time is money, and you just spent some of mine. How do you plan to repay me?\" Sean asked stroking higher on her thigh. \n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"I could take you to lunch,\" Jessica answered. She had no idea what came next. She hadn't thought much beyond her plan to ask Sean for code help in hopes that he'd finally notice her. \n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"Sounds good, babe. Be sure to come hungry.\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nHe had called her babe. Jessica absolutely melted. But what did he mean by \"come hungry?\" Of course she'd be hungry...it was lunch.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nAs lunch approached, Jessica was getting much more attention from her male colleagues. Several guys had come over \"just to talk,\" her boss, Jim, had called her into his office to do a personal code review and then unabashedly stared at her ass as she left the office. Not that she minded. He was hot in a daddy kind of way.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nSean appeared at Jessica's cubicle at noon sharp. She tried not to look too eager as she followed him out to his car. Sean drove her to one of the more fancy steak places in town, and they had a lovely lunch. Surprising Jessica when the bill came, Sean paid. Even more surprising to Jessica was that before getting out of the car at the office, Sean leaned over and kissed her. More surprising still was the fact that she kissed him back, and moved his hands onto her small breasts. Where had this boldness come from? \n\n&#x200B;\n\nJessica broke the kiss and hopped out of the car, hurrying back to the office and thinking that the vixen elixir may have actually worked. \n\n&#x200B;\n\nWaiting for her on her desk was a note from Jim. \"Meet me in the conference room at 2,\" it read. They had just had their first one-on-one code review. What in the world could he want. \n\n&#x200B;\n\nAs Jessica walked between the cubicles on the way to her meeting, she could feel the eyes of the guys in the office on her. She loved the feeling and put an extra sway in her hips as she made her way down the aisle. \n\n&#x200B;\n\nEntering the conference room, Jessica saw her boss at the head of the table, and a chair pulled out for her close enough to be unprofessional. \n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"Sit with me,\" Jim said. \"I've noticed your performance and would like to put you in a management training program. This is a huge opportunity for you, but with this promotion, you'll have to work much more closely with me.\" As he said this, his had rested on her knee. \"I hope this doesn't make you uncomfortable,\" he continued as his hand moved to her hair, brushing it back from her face. \"Think about it and let me know tomorrow.\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"Yes sir,\" Jessica replied. She already knew her answer would be yes, but making him wait excited her. This wasn't anything like her normal personality; normally, she'd be a nervous stuttering mess in a situation like this,\n\n&#x200B;\n\nThat night, Jessica tossed and turned, unsure if the events of the day had been a result of the elixir, dumb luck, or just some cruel joke. Still unable to sleep at six, Jessica got up, took three doses of the elixir and headed into the office. If one dose got her a lunch date and promotion, let's see what happens with three.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\\[Feel free to continue the story\\]"
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"content": "Rebecca lept back from the shadowbolt feeling the chilling stillness wash over her as it narrowly missed her chest. She didn’t have time to collect herself rolling with the twist and hurling a rapier toward the Warlock, her initial surprise attack having failed she was in for a difficult fight.\r \n“You’re alone? Hahaha Foolish chi… Agh fuck!.” roared the decrepit warlock. His voice sounded like the minions that stalked the tower.\r \nRebecca drew another rapier and dived to her left to avoid what was surely a second shadowbolt but it did not come. She focussed realising the sword had actually hit. The warlock's body was clothed head to toe in black metal hands and a shining steel breastplate but the rapier had sunk into his right thigh, the one point where he had no armour. \r \nShe thanked her game breaking luck and charged to close the distance where her skills would shine. \r \nA wave erupted from the warlock in all directions, slowing rebecca and pushing furniture away. It brought the villain time to monologue as she fought to overcome the defensive spell.\r \n“I will end you, insufferable gnat! I will melt you down and fashion you into a paperweight!”\r \nThat was new, nobody had threatened to melt her before, she set her jaw. She wasn’t the type to dialogue with her enemies and focussed on minimising the ground she lost during the channeled spell.\r \n“He is trying to buy time, minions are coming up the tower.” shouted… Rebecca didn’t know what… but the advice was solid, he did have a horde of undead minions and she had a moment to think.\r \nRebecca hurled a rapier on a diagonal, the spell curved it’s trajectory and accelerated it into the tower door, nailing it shut. She pulled another and watched the warlock's hands.\r \nThe tension left his fingers and before the pressure could leave her Rebecca spun to her left, leaping up to hurl another long blade down into the warlock. When she came about, the steel leaving her fingers she saw a hand pointed directly at her, black forming in his palm.\r \nHe had seen through her, the rapier would not pierce his chest piece and she couldn’t dodge mid air. \r \nThe warlock's hand was wrenched to the side, discharging shadow to form a long scar across the floor, at the same moment his breastplate slid down around his waist leaving his chest open.\r \nThe warlock's eyes went wide… and then they were still, the breastplate worn like a skirt with a blade buried to it’s hilt in his centremass.\r \nHer luck was good but this was… it was never that good.\r \nRebecca flinched at the thud and sound of scrabbling fingers at the door, they were trying to get in.\r \n“And it would seem I have used up all of my luck.”\r \nRebecca looked at the roof, she could possibly break through and… maybe survive the fall. She had passed at least 12 minions close to the tower but she knew there would be more… too many. There were no other exits.\r \n“At least the beast is dead…” said Rebecca as she pulled the two rapiers from the corpse and slid them home on her hips.\r \nThe corpse of the warlock suddenly rose, his head lolling back and his hands flopping at the wrists. “We’re not fucked yet!” said the corpse.\r \n“What the shit!” shouted Rebecca leaping back from the macabre display.\r \n“No no no! It’s cool, it's cool… no more stabbing necessary.” said the floppy animated corpse, it’s limp hands flailing wildly at awkward angles.\r \nRebecca was not in the business of listening to the dead and loosed a rapier, the breastplate once again slid up to avoid it, pinning the warlocks arms up in the air.\r \nThe plate tried to slide back down but stopped at the sword in it’s dead flesh, the arms remaining up high and smushed against the warlock's face.\r \n“Ok this is pretty fucked up… one second.” said… she didn’t really know what.\r \nThe shifting black armour hands retracted into the silver breastplate and the warlock corpse toppled like a sack of potatoes to the floor leaving the breastplate mounted on top like a creepy altar.\r \n“Better?”... it said.\r \n“Am I talking to the armour?”\r \n“Pleased to meet you!”\r \n“I… you helped me? Or at least you fucked over the warlock in the fight.”\r \n“You caught that huh? He was such an asshole.” said the disembodied voice.\r \n“Thankyou… did he have anything in here to dismiss a dozen zombies?”\r \n“The hands outside? Yeah probably, he was a warlock afterall.”\r \n“Do you know what?”\r \n“Hah, yeah no. Do I look like an expert on necromancy? You could use me though.”\r \n“Pass.”\r \n“Go on! I’m still warm, I give a plus-lots to defence and I’m fashionable to boot… well, no boots, laces are hard but if you need slippers I can do those.”\r \nRebecca prodded the steel with the tip of her sword.\r \n“Ouch!”\r \n“I’m, sorry?”\r \n“Nah, I’m just kidding, i'm made of sturdy stuff.”\r \nRebecca lifted the breastplate and inspected it at arms reach. The inside was a writhing shifting mass of black hands, holding it allowed her to inspect its properties.\r \nShifting plate of the ominous hand.\r \nValue: negative 2600\r \nDefence: Variable\r \nProperties: Variable\r \nWarning: This item is corrupted, level 5 identify required for full details.\r \nWarning: This item is cursed, level 7 inspect required for full details.\r \nRebecca focussed on the ‘cursed’ line, her level 1 inspect skill deciphering some of it’s details.\r \nCursed: Property 1 of unknown: This item will adapt to your needs.\r \nThat was vague…\r \n“That’s invasive, you could just ask me for my name instead, it’s impolite to stare.”\r \nRebecca glanced at the door, it was splintering around the edges with clawed fingers working their way through.\r \n“No time to think of something smarter…” said Rebecca.\r \nShe turned the plate around and took a deep breath, plunging face first into the roiling black fingers. A moment of struggling later and her face pulled through to see light again, the plate sitting bulkily around her chest at several sizes too big, when she looked down she could see fingers holding her waist to keep it in place. Her old leather vest sat in a torn pile on the floor… very torn, almost maliciously.\r \n“Oop, i'll make this fast.” said the chest as the plate resized down forming two cups to match it’s namesake and contour to her chest.\r \n“That’s not at all defensive, you will drive weapons directly toward my heart!” started Rebecca while staring at her cleavage.\r \n“There is a trapdoor beneath that rug, it will take you outside.”\r \n“What? Why didn’t you tell me?”\r \n“No time! Go!”\r \nRebecca grunted and pulled the rapier from the warlock and wrenched the carpet back. Sure enough the deceptive bastard was right. She was through and sliding down the ladder in no time, painfully aware of the sensation of hands around her middle, the plate didn’t remain convincingly still, like someone poorly impersonating a statue. Her boots crunched through a minion struggling at the base of the ladder and she found solid purchase stepping back in time as a torrent of corpses rained down the escape route having made no attempt to slow their descent."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Guy shows up for first dates in an old classic car; he opens the door for them every time. It looks like a cute gesture but by the time they get to his house the car will have worked its magic and the modern girls will expect little more than 50s housewife servitude and cum dumpster status. | [
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"content": "To get it out of the way, Katie made sure her Tinder profile stated that she was a staunch feminist. She wanted a man she who would wait on her hand and feet and treat her like the goddess she knew she was. To be fair, at 5'9\" with long, wavy red hair and a nice set of DDs, she was pretty well-suited for the mindset. She led the college women's club and made her loud, liberal views known across campus. Despite her killer curves, men just did not flock to her. So, she tried dating apps. \n\nThis particular night, she had a date with a man named John. John seemed to be rather well-off, despite their ages being so similar. *Probably a trust fund baby or something. Oh well. I'll put him in his place,* she smirked as she turned on her faux charm during their texting. \n\nDespite her better judgement, though, she had given John her address to come pick her up. He called it old-fashioned and she found it... *slightly* endearing. He showed up at 6 o'clock on the dot, walking her out to his old, vintage car and signature smile. She'd even hooked her arm in his, much to the shock of her and her roommates. When he opened the passenger side door for her, she felt herself blush and slid in the car. She had no idea where they were even going, but she felt an odd sense of calm. Or was it maybe submission? No. She'd never submit to a man. \n\nWhen they got to the restaurant, he similarly opened her car door and she even let him hold the door for her as they entered into the building. \"What will you have?\" The waiter asked Katie. \n\n\"She will have the house salad. I will take the prime rib. And please bring us your best house wine,\" John had instinctively responded. \n\nKatie almost spoke up, but she didn't. *He probably knows what I want better than I do anyways,* she thought. She listened to him talk all throughout their dinner, her eyes wide with intrigue. \n\n\"So, Katherine, how is the salad?\" He asked, pointing to her food. \n\n\"Katherine? Only my mom calls me that and that's only when she is mad at me,\" Katie replied, laughing. \n\n\"Come now, Katherine, we both know a proper lady should use her full name,\" John said sternly. \n\nKatie turned red with embarrassment and nodded; he was right. \"Yes, of course. I am so sorry. I don't know what I was thinking.\"\n\n\"Now that is a good girl. I am glad you know your place,\" he smiled softly, brushing his hand across her cheek. \"Speaking of your place, why are you still in college? At twenty-two, you should be married and staying at home to take care of your house for your husband. Only rebellious floosies want to waste their time with school and work — those are for men. Women simply aren't as smart as men. Don't you agree?\" \n\nKatie felt the conflict inside of her. The back of her mind was fighting and clawing to retain its place, but something was encroaching upon it. \"You're right, like always, dear. I don't know why I'm wasting my time with all of that college stuff.\" \n\n\"That's a good girl. Besides, you don't even need to think. Just let your husband do all of that for you. You just stay at home and be a good little housewife,\" he cooed, his hand on her leg. \n\nShe was caught in a reverie that was quickly broken by a bump in the road. *Wait, when did we get in the car?* \"What's going on...? I don't...\" Katie held her head as she tried to reclaim her mind. \n\n\"Oh, silly Katherine. You know how you get with your wine. You must have had too many sips,\" the car came to a stop. He exited and walked around the car, opening the door for her. She hesitated, but got out, looking over their house.\n\n*Our house? What about...* She felt like she was forgetting something. Did she forget to turn the oven off? Oh how silly! \n\nHe led her into the house. Pictures of the two of them hung on the walls, smiling and happy. \"Katherine? Are you forgetting something? You remember how you are supposed to thank me for dinner, remember? It's how you get dessert. You *love* your dessert.\"\n\nKatherine's mind swam for a moment before it clicked. \"Oh, of course!\" She easily removed her dress and knelt before her husband, expertly pulling his cock free from his pants. *Oh, I love my husband and his sexy cock!\" She wasted no time in engulfing it between her ruby red lips before bobbing back and forth. She wanted nothing more than to please her husband and drink down his delicious cum. He gripped her head and bucked his hips against her face before cumming down her throat. \n\nOver time, Katie's look changed to that of Katherine. What was even more confounding was that Katie just seemed to vanish as if she had never existed. Only Katherine, John's wife. As she laid back on her bed while John plowed into her pussy with his hard cock, her full breasts bouncing on anticipation of their coming child, her mind was filled with pure bliss. She loved her husband and she loved obeying him. \n\nWhen he'd told her they needed a maid, she wanted no time in letting him 'hire' her little sister. When they needed a babysitter, her mother became their live in caretaker. Of course, John fucked and bred them all. They were none the wiser to their new lives, but they wouldn't have cared anyways. They were hopelessly submitted to him."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When he signed up for the internship at a local farm, he assumed he was going to be doing actual farmwork, but in reality the milf that ran the farm needed a handsome young man who could fuck her silly at the end of a long day of work. | [
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"content": "Rick was rather dissatisfied with his reality. As far as he knew, he had signed up for a position as a farmhand, not a house maid. While spending his days scrubbing dishes, as the cool Spring showers pattered outside, would on-paper count as experience of working on a farm, it would mean nothing if he came away from it with no skills. Especially without pay beyond breakfast and board. But Ms Bauer insisted on loading him with chores, as if she did not even want him out on the fields. He could not understand it for the life of him.\n\nThinking of the devil, just as he polished the last plate, the front door creaked open. From the evening torrents, Ms Bauer emerged, drenched head-to-toe and boots muddied. What’s more, she was alone.\n\n“’Evening, Ms Bauer,” Rick sounded, “where’s Sam? Surely not out there still?”\n\n“Out on the town,” Ms Bauer huffed, catching her breath, “with friends for the evening. Hopefully someplace dry.” She kicked off her boots and stripped her dripping raincoat. “Would you mind putting together something hot? I’m freezing, and I’d like a word.” Her servant got to work, if only because he was rather cold too.\n\nAs darkness fell, she parked herself in the glow of the heater, as Rick came to join her with two mugs of molten chocolate. “Thank you,” Ms Bauer muttered with a smile, “now, I wanted to speak to you.” She repeated, gauging Rick for reactions. She was being cautious.\n\n“About my job?” Rick led, hoping to get this over with. Either she was going to offer him real work, or she was finally letting him go after all the charades. But one way or the other, things were going to change.\n\n“Yes,” she purred, “you see, I may not have been entirely honest about the job description…” \n\n*Too right*, Rick thought at first, vindicated. She moved to remove a layer of waterlogged wool, but with it came the top underneath. She was left in a bra and denim jeans. \n\n“Do you know how hard it is to find good ‘meat’ out here?” She licked her lips, like a fox in the henhouse. “Ever since my husband left, and between the farm and Sam, I have been so tired.” To which she let out a mighty stretch, draping herself across the chair. “And lonely.”\n\n“That’s why you keep me up here, because you’re lonely?” Rick stammered, seeing the situation unfold. “So, you want a… friend?” He shot out, before diving back into his drink.\n\n“No,” Ms Bauer stated plainly, “I didn’t hire you as a friend, and I’m not interested in dating. You’re a ‘hand, a tool, and I have a job for you.”\n\n“As your boy-toy?” Rick gulped, finally cutting into the implication.\n\n“Oh, that’s a nice term for it,” she seemed to shiver, “I’ve never heard that one before. But I did pick you like one, didn’t I? I didn’t even here you speak. I just saw your picture and how you worked in the interview, and I knew you were what I wanted.”\n\nThings became clearer for Rick, as he stared down into the darkness of his mug. He weighed his options. She was right, she was not a friend, but he still found her attractive despite their differences. Her pretty smile, her thick brown hair, and that body, for which he now had a good view of, in all its simple honesty. And Ms Bauer was certainly not the only one who noticed how lonely her farm could be.\n\nHe put down the cup with a clink. “You’re going to teach me real skills, and start paying me proper.” He laid these down as his demands. “See to that, and I’m yours, anytime and anywhere.”\n\nShe considered only for a moment. “Deal. But first, I’ll need a demonstration.”\n\n***\n\nThe bedroom floor had accumulated all of Ms Bauer’s remaining clothing, and half of Rick’s. She squatted on the side of the bed, exposing herself fully. “You said you wanted me to teach you real skills, young man,” she sneered with a slap on the thigh, “how about you come and learn how to start an engine.” Rick did not need to be asked twice, kneeling to lean in and put his tongue to work.\n\nMs Bauer’s legs flanked his head, as he dived in-and-out. Wetness and length grew in each respectively. She smelled of labour and rain, and her skin was still cold to the touch, but warmth rushed into her from her partner, as hot breath blew across her zone, and his fingers clung to her rear.\n\nHer toes clumsily swatted at his belt, but it was he who brought them down to join her in the buff. “Don’t bother with anything, they’re tied. One is enough,” she joked while she could, “just do it.”\n\nAnd he did. She felt immortal in the moment, like a goddess attended to by their lover. She moaned loudly, as to fill the house. She wanted to be lost in it all, to drift. Rick, though, remained attentive, the operator of the procedure. And that’s how he overheard the front door opening again.\n\n“Sam!” he hissed to her, but was met with another coming moan. He clamped a hand over her mouth, but kept going, albeit slowed to dampen the sounds. Ms Bauer almost panicked, but the hand sent her even further out. She held it against her face, feeling its smooth pressure. She would remember this.\n\nA distant call came for a mother, and footsteps began approaching the door. Rick’s mind raced, as his partners melted. Distractions and alibis and explanations crashed and burned through his brain, until finally, one stuck.\n\n“Sam, could you come in please?” he called in as dry a tone as possible, bring Ms Bauer a moment of lucid shock, “I need help with your mother’s laundry!” And with that, a scurrying sound brought about total silence outside. He smiled, and turned for a whisper. “She’ll be hiding in the kitchen. She won’t hear anything. Let’s finish this.”\n\nMs Bauer’s shameful relief mixed with raw ecstasy, and only a few more good thrusts were needed for it to ignite. They separated, both dripping and breathing hard, as Ms Bauer hummed incoherently into the hand. Heat and humidity swirled in the air above them.\n\n***\n\nSam was gathering an odd assortment of cold cuts and cheese for dinner when the pair emerged, properly cleaned and dressed. “Hey, Rick,” Sam got her blatant lies in order, “I had no idea you were here, I literally just got back, with the rain and all.”\n\n“Well, Sam, I took care of your mother’s laundry,” he replied, only half-lying, and proud of it. She did not know why he had that smug grin, but Rick sure did. His boss was satisfied, and for once, he was satisfied too."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The magic dildo she bought from a shady dealer was perfect! Big, lifelike realism to it, used magic to cum buckets inside her. She thought there must be some catch…which there was. In the form of a very angry looking sorcerer demanding both how she has his dick, and what was she doing to it!? | [
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"content": "Witchcraft could be a lonely calling, and none knew this better than Dagny of the Darkwood. She lived alone, save for a cat lovingly named Wart, and rarely held visitors at her table, let alone in her bed. Needs needed meeting, though, and so she set out seeking the perfect tool for the job, and most certainly found it. An almost artisanal piece; enchanted energy hummed across its bronzed form. It was warm and long with the soft texture of skin, and could even go from limp to solid with teasing. When worked hard enough, it would erupt with fresh hot seed, sweet to the taste and tingling to the body. It was too good to be true, she had thought as it filled her lonely nights, but she had hoped to be wrong. Dagny was rarely wrong, though, and sadly for her, a knock on the door would prove her right.\n\n“Dagny!” The man called at the door, pounding hard. “Open this door immediately. I know you have it,” he raved, having clearly lost his patience on the road to her secluded cottage. She did not need to open the door to know him, his voice was old in her mind. \n\n“Widald,” she cried with a smile to his frown, “what a lovely surprise. I have not had the pleasure of hosting another magician in many a year. What brings you to my humble abode?” She asked with a coy wink.\n\n“My penis,” Widald answered, blunt as ever, “I learned from a mutual friend that you would have it, now relinquish it.” Dagny could not help it when she burst into howling laughter at his absurd predicament.\n\n“Oh yes, I bought it from our mutual friend, but she never told me it came from you. If only I had known you owned such a piece when we were apprentices,” she bit her lip at the thought, “but we have both changed, have we not? Perhaps you more than I,” which was followed with a cackle.\n\n“It is mine, Dagny,” he pressed with a single mind, leaning further into the doorway, “hand it over.”\n\n“Not so fast,” Dagny tutted, before pushing him by the nose back outside, “you owe me a story first. How did your prize prick end up for sale?”\n\nWidald sighed bitterly. “Our good friend Sithra struck a deal with me. For just a suck of my member, she promised that it would find itself used very often in the near future. Failing to see a downside, I agreed, and it was only after I regained my clarity that I realised the succubus was gone, shaft in hand.” Dagny’s lips trembled, and her eyes watered as she pushed down another bout of laughter, just to hear every detail.\n\n“A good story, for that you can have a stroke of Wart,” and as she spoke of the devil, he scurried below them, slinking outside, “but I am afraid I shall not part with it. Our friend was right, I have been using it often, and she assured me it would not leave my possession without my permission.”\n\nWidald’s eyes flashed, and the ground trembled. “Dagny, I have come too far as much as you have gone too far. You cannot deny me what is rightfully mine, you overgrown child.”\n\n“I am afraid the only thing overgrown is that delightful piece of equipment,” Dagny said, sticking out her tongue, “and I paid a pretty penny for it, while it sounds like you lost it fair as day. But do not worry, there is a little village down the road that makes the cutest little sausages. I am sure you can find a more fitting replacement there.”\n\nBefore Widald could voice a curse or breathe out fire, the door slammed shut in his face. He flung winds and hails and stones and flames at it, but it was as magical as she, and could not even be dented. He collapsed in her front garden, as Wart came to nuzzle his head against his lap.\n\n***\n\nThe moon rose in the night sky, and with it a craving. Dagny rolled into bed with her favourite phallus, and began sucking on it. Whether it was in Widald’s nature or Sithra’s tinkering, it gave off a delicious flavour as it grew within her mouth. She stroked herself to the rhythm, and soon both implements were eager, wet and ready.\n\nIt felt like it had never felt before. It had always been good, but the added allure of defying Widald gave a whole new layer to the experience. She lost herself, writhing in the sheets, pumping it by hand. She would normally shoo Wart out of the room, but drifting along as she was, she could not pay him half-mind.\n\nShe neared completion, the precipice of pleasure followed by that grand dive awaited, only to feel her joy ripped from her hands. Wart was not there, replaced by a man, deceiving her as he had the door.\n\n“Widald, no,” she begged, “you can’t have it back, not unless I say so. It won’t go back unless I say so, she promised!”\n\n“That she did,” he nodded gravely “so let’s make a trade.” With but a slip of his wrist, the blood froze in her veins as her fingers raced to her groin. It was gone, a plain patch of skin where it once stood. She fingered at her now featureless crotch, but she could add no pleasure to what she had already pent up inside. She stared up in horror, as he held it in his other hand, now a matching set.\n\n“Please put it back,” she pleaded, “I need to finish.”\n\n“Of course,” Widald smiled sadistically, putting the two together. She could not feel it, not like that, and clawed at him to stop. To not let them finish without her. She whined, and relented with a nod. Widald dropped his robe, and reattached his member, before returning the favour.\n\n“Please,” Dagny gasped, presenting herself, “help me, you idiot.” Widald, suddenly absorbing the pressure she had built up for him, did not have to be asked twice. He pounced on her, and it did not take more than a few rigorous thrusts before they both howled into the night.\n\nDagny pulled him into the bed, both spent. “You are staying here tonight,” she purred, “and tomorrow.” It was only then that a sneaking suspicion struck Widald, that perhaps Sithra had never lied at all."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "Well," she said, "The rain's not letting up. It looks like we'll be cooped up together when I go into heat..." | [
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"content": "“It doesn't look like the rain is going to let up.” Miyako said, speaking to me for the first time in nearly an hour.\n\nWe'd been doing a mission up in the mountains for the Adventurer's Guild, and had been separated from the other two members of our group by a rock slide.\n\nThough I'd say we weren't doing too badly. I was a spell caster and Miyako was amazing as a sword dancer. Neither of us were unfamiliar with being in the woods. We had plenty of supplies.\n\nGar and Lillian, the other members of our party, knew where to meet up with us in the capital, so it was just a matter of getting home.\n\nWe'd even managed to backtrack and find that quaint little mountain village again when it looked like the weather might take a turn for the worse.\n\nThe inn was small though, and they'd only had a single room. I'd offered to sleep on the floor, or in the lobby for that matter, but Miyako had insisted that a room together would be fine.\n\nShe trusted me after all. Though honestly I was wondering if I had done something wrong. Because after getting into the room and removing her outer armor she'd plopped down in a sitting position in the corner and hadn't spoken a word to me.\n\nWere it not for the occasional flick of her Kitsune Fox tail and her ears shifting position I would almost have thought she'd fallen asleep sitting upright.\n\n“No. The Innkeeper said it isn't uncommon for a thunderstorm to last a few days up here.” I repeated what the madam had said. Seeing as how Miyako hadn't moved in the last hour she wouldn't have heard the conversation from when I'd gotten our dinner.\n\n“No. She reckons we might be stuck here two or three days. I've already paid for three in advance.” I said gazing at the bed. I might end up sleeping on the floor regardless. As a Half Dragon I'm nearly seven feet tall, and this bed looked like it would end up a few inches short.\n\n“Hmm.” She murmured, not moving from her position. \n\n“Miyako?” I called out. Might as well rip the bandage off and get it over with.\n\n“Are you alright? You haven't moved in nearly an hour. Nor have you eaten anything. Was the food not to your liking?” I know she usually preferred to have some liquor with her food, but the selection here was lacking to say the least.\n\nI stepped over into the little corner of the room to check on her, and she turned to look at me. “Miyako.. Your face is awfully red. Are you okay? We didn't get caught in the rain that long, you don't have a fever do you?”\n\nAnd indeed her face was redder than her hair, quite an accomplishment given her hairs bright coloration. \n\nShe simply raised a hand pointing towards the bed. “Sit.” She barked out, voice very low. \n\nI idly noted her hand was wet.\n\nI simply sat down on the bed, carefully so that I didn't sit on my own tail. You wouldn't believe how badly that can sting.\n\nMy mind racing faster than a prized warhorse. I'd known her for a while and she didn't offend easily. I hadn't done anything that should anger her. Was she really sick? Something she'd been hiding? Had I upset her by folding so easily and agreeing to share the room?\n\n“Do you like women?” Came her question, voice still very low almost husky.\n\nIgnoring the possible implications behind that question I answered simply. “Yes Miyako. You should be aware that I do. Just as Gar isn't shy about letting people know he is attracted to men.”\n\n“And about me?” Came the question in that same low husky tone.\n\nWas she trying to seduce me? She was a Kitsune and could be very playful at times. But this seemed a bit much for a simple joke.\n\n“Miyako. What is this about?” I asked.\n\n“You asked if I am sick. In a way I am.” Came the reply.\n\n“What? I still have mana. If you need healing all you had to do was ask.” We'd gotten out without much fighting today, as the mission we'd had in the mountains had been to retrieve valuable plants that could be processed into medicine.\n\n“It is not like that Joker.” A nickname that came about from the fact my name is in Draconic and some people have difficulty pronouncing it.\n\n“Well then what?” I demanded, genuinely worried.\n\n“I guess you deserve to know. The rain isn't about to let up. Which means you'll be trapped with me in this Inn while I go into a heat. A breeding rut.”\n\nOh.\n\n“Whatever you want to call it. I've felt it coming on since the day before yesterday, in the morning. I had hoped I would have longer before it hit, that I would be back in town and could knock myself out.”\n\nOh. I.. didn't know any spells that would help with that and said as much. “Is there anything I can do to help you?”\n\n“You can fuck me.” Came the very straightfoward and blunt reply.\n\n“If you find me attractive and are agreeable to the idea the simplest way to deal with this would be to fuck me. If you want to do that you should prepare as in my rut I will be... voracious. My body knows what it wants and will take any step within my power to do it.” She nodded towards her ruck.\n\n“I have a birth control potion in my bag in case something like this happened. I also have some Stamina tonics I normally carry. I have seen you carry Gar many miles to safety when he was badly injured, so I know you have stamina. But in my rut it is unlikely I will stop until you've pushed me past the point of exhaustion.”\n\nA hand snaked its way into her robes, the fabric moving back and forth vigorously.\n\nIt took me a moment to realize that she was masturbating. No, I corrected myself after a moment of though. She had returned to masturbating, which would both explain the smell earlier after I returned with dinner and the fact that her hand had been wet.\n\n Also of note was that her breathing was now very heavy. Which could mean this conversation was taking a lot out of her, or It could just be the fact that she was currently vigorously masturbating. \n\n“And”, she continued on, “If you do not want me or you do not want the risk I ask you knock me unconscious and tie me up. Securely.”\n\n“What? Why?” I asked, almost appalled. That seemed extreme.\n\n“To be in a breeding rut is to be filled with burning need. A burning insatiable itch that demands to be scratched. It is unbearable to be in that state and do nothing. Your scent is on my clothing, and on the room. Should you leave me awake and unsatisfied I will do everything in my power to satisfy that itch. If I am awake and unrestrained I will attempt to rape you. If I am awake and restrained I will still attempt to do so.” She said it so matter of factly.\n\n“Is it really that bad?” I asked.\n\n“To leave a Kitsune in heat awake and unable to deal with the urges brought about by the heat is considered a crime comparable to cold blooded torture in my home town.” She stated calmly.\n\n“Really? Damn, and I didn't even know Kitsune went into a heat.”I offered.\n\n“It is not something that most will brag about. Knowledge of it tends to lead to undesirables attempting to take advantage of us. Or getting the wrong idea about our nature. I have cut more than one man who believed me to be a uncontrollable whore.” Again her breathing had gotten harsher.\n\nTruth be told I would probably have done worse if I'd heard the guy.\n\n“What do you normally do? Or is this the first?” I asked.\n\n“It is not my first heat, no. Normally I would ensure that I am safely within my own home with a trusted friend or ally, normally another woman, to watch over my unconscious body. I would then take a Drought of the Living Death to force myself into a coma to sleep through the worst of it.” I noticed while she spoke her hand had picked up speed.\n\n“If you knew this was coming why didn't you bring it with you?” Honest question.\n\n“I did”, she admitted. “If you chose not to take me I will be using it. But I have known you for a year now. You are attractive, intelligent, and I have found that I trust you. Everything within me is screaming to throw you to the bed and mount you right now. I have never had an opportunity like this and I find I do not WANT to sleep through the heat this time.” A honest answer.\n\nI'd had dreams about this kind of thing before, although I'd never acted on it. Not wanting to disrupt our ability to work as a team.\n\n“Okay. I will do this on one condition.”\n\nHer face didn't move, but her tail thrashed around several times. Accompanied with her ears flicking made me think she was... anxious? Maybe. Surprised.\n\n“Name it.” She said simply no matter what she felt.\n\n“Don't regret this in the morning.” I asked. It sounded kind of lame, but that was the way i'd been brought up. \n\n“Deal.” Came the prompt answer.\n\n“So”, I called aware of how awkward it sounded. “How do you want to do this?”\n\nAbout that time she launched herself across the room and landed in my lap, going straight for a long searing kiss. Her body almost burning to the touch. Maybe she did have a fever?\n\nI'd forgotten how fast she was.\n\n“Bag.” She barked out about the time we broke apart for air.\n\nI handed it to her. She rummaged through it with one hand, the other running across my chest. As she ground her crotch into my leg. I wasn't going into this a virgin, but something told me I was still going to be very sore tomorrow. \n\nI simply cast a stamina enhancement and a zone of silence. Wouldn't want to wake up the innkeeper after all. I'd also cast similar spells for Gar before after he brought strangers back with him to his room.\n\nMiyako threw several corked vials of green liquid at me, pulled out a purple one that she downed in a single gulp, and began to strip.\n\nShe had taken her armor off soon after we'd arrived at the inn so I really shouldn't be surprised to learn she didn't have anything on underneath her robes. I was surprised to see several thin streams of clear fluid running down the inside of her thighs.\n\nI had thought that was something that only really happened in cheap romance novels, or particularly raunchy bard tales. None of the women I'd bedded had been like that, then again none of them had been going through a rut."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: They don't believe you when you say you accidentally had sex, but it keeps happening like a curse. After your fifth time tripping and landing on a sunbathing dude's dick pussy-first, you try to get to the bottom of it. | [
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"content": "\"No, I swear to you on my life, girl, it's true!\" Catherine squirmed in her chair, wild-eyed, gesturing wildly to emphasise each word. \"I can't help it! It keeps happening!\"\n\nThe slim girl in front of her shrugged. \"I'm sure you're just exaggerating. You went for a handshake and misjudged, brushed his crotch, happens all the time. Doesn't sound like an accidental handjob to me.\"\n\nCatherine sighed and sank back into her seat, sliding down until her head rested on the back of her chair, eyes staring up at the ceiling. \"You don't get it. I know it sounds insane. Just too many coincidences. But I swear to you, Margot, I keep accidentally fucking people. Did I tell you about the one on the beach?\"\n\n\"Ah, yes, the one where you slipped and fell onto his dick,\" Margot chuckled, her mimed air-quotes unnecessary in light of the dripping sarcasm in her voice. \"The one where he just happened to be hard? And nude? And you landed on him at a perfect angle so his dick didn't snap like a stale breadstick? Sure, honey,\" she patted her friend's knee, \"sure.\"\n\nCatherine glared at her, and Margot bit back another witty retort. \"You might have mentioned, but go ahead. Explain it to me again.\" Catherine sighed. She wouldn't understand, no one did. It was pointless to try to explain it again, but she couldn't possibly keep this to herself. It was just plain weird, and she needed to share.\n\n\"I was walking along the beach. It was maybe half-six, seven-ish? I don't know, doesn't matter. Anyway, I was walking with my feet just where the waves kind of splash up on the shore, you know? I'd been swimming earlier and my suit hadn't dried, so I'd put it in my bag was just wearing my dress. I guess that was mistake number one, in retrospect. So there I was, la-di-da, lost in my thoughts, and then I realise I've overshot the bit where I normally walk back up the path towards where I've parked. Well, do you know what's just behind that bend?\"\n\nMargot shrugged again, and pulled her feet up on her chair, resting her mug on her knees. \"You know I'm not a fan of sand, I don't go down there much. What is it?\"\n\n\"It's the nudist beach,\" Catherine mumbled.\n\n\"Of course it is,\" Margot rolled her eyes.\n\n\"Well it is, okay?\" Catherine snapped. \"I didn't know, I usually head down the other way, but there you go. A fucking nudist beach. Not that there was any fucking going on, it was actually mostly empty. Which makes what happens next even less fucking likely. Anyway, I don't immediately realise where I am, and it's only when the tide suddenly starts to come in that I kind of scramble up the beach to get out of the way. I was so focused on that wave - have you seen a tide come in? It goes fast, girl - that I didn't notice the dude lying there. The sun had kinda dipped and it was getting dark and as he wasn't wearing any freaking clothes, he kind of... blended in with the sand? I don't know, but yeah, I trip over his feet and fall. On top of him. With my pussy. On his dick. And yeah, I guess he was hard, I don't know! I was kind of wet, I guess the warm breeze felt kind of nice when I was walking commando, maybe it's the same for him? Anyway, whatever the case, he just kinda... slipped inside me.\"\n\nCatherine looked down at her friend, who was trying her best to repress her giggles, lips pressed in a tight line. She stood up in a huff and started pacing around her chair. \"And then I don't know, I tried to roll off him one way, he tried to push me off him the other, we rolled and he ended up on top, then it just sort of... happened.\" She sighed and let herself fall into her chair again, leaning her elbows on her knees, her head drooping so her hair fell in a curtain to hide her face. \"I just don't know what to do anymore, Margot.\"\n\nMargot leaned forwards and set a gentle hand on her friend's shoulder. All mirth was gone from her face as she softly asked, \"Wait, so... you're not enjoying it?\"\n\nCatherine looked up to see her friend's frown, marring what could otherwise be considered a perfect face. \"What do you mean?\"\n\n\"Well, you were talking about having a dry spell, and wishing you could just have sex with people without needing to put so much effort in, so I thought...\" Margot shrugged.\n\n\"You did this to me?!\" Catherine shrieked, gripping the chair's arms in a white knuckled grip. \"Are you freaking kidding me?!\"\n\nMargot held her hands up. \"My bad, my bad. I'm still learning. Here,\" she waved a hand in the air dismissively, \"all done. No need to get your panties in a twist.\"\n\n\"You have got to stop doing shit like that, girl,\" Catherine replied through gritted teeth. \"I'm, like, your only friend. I'm starting to see why.\" Margot shrugged and raised her cup, grimacing as she tipped it back to drink the last drop. \"I'm out of coffee, want a refill?\" she asked, standing and grabbing Catherine's cup off the low coffee table between them. She sauntered off without waiting for an answer.\n\nCatherine sank back into her chair and sighed. \"That's the last goddamn time I befriend a succubus.\"\n\n****************************\n\nThis and future stories will be posted on my blog [here](https://sylwynna.bdsmlr.com/)."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Just because you're a slutty bunny girl, you can't have numerous degrees? | [
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"content": "A smile slowly ran into Alice's lips. She watched as Sarah tried to properly articulate her rage.\n\n“It’s sexist!” shouted Sarah, stomping her foot as punctuation.\n\n“So? Someone needs to be in the kitchen and girls have smaller feet.” said Marcus, wearing a shit eating grin the whole time.\n\n“You can’t just… assign? Set?...”\n\n“Relegate.” offered Alice.\n\n“...Relegate women to the kitchen.” finished Sarah, her face scowling. Any sense of outrage the girl wore was dispersed by the bunny ears and one piece suit she… and most of the girls wore. Alice perched on the end of the couch, watching the two break decorum.\n\n“Most households have two people in them, it makes sense for individuals to specialise…” said Marcus, looking around the ring of onlookers to see a few concede the point with a shrug or nod. “...so girls should specialise in the kitchen because they are not as smart.”\n\nAlice tried to pull her face into a serious expression, it was clear he was winding Sarah up, clear to all but Sarah and a few uncomfortable looking men.\n\n“Girls are just as smart as men!”\n\n“Why don’t we play chess and find out?” offered Marcus.\n\nSarah balked, there was a chessboard, it was one of ‘those’ kind of parties. The men were drinking glasses of scotch and she had seen more than one cigar. They wore suits while Alice and her fellow ‘entertainment’ wore bunny suits.\n\n“Chess doesn’t show who is-” started Sarah but Alice knew the argument wouldn’t hold up… while it was all fun and games, to all but Sarah, her gender /was/ on the line.\n\n“I’ll play you.” said Alice.\n\nMarcus’ sharp eyes snapped to her. Alice’s confidence wavered for a moment, like she had offered to answer a question in class and when called on, suddenly wasn't sure she was in the right school. She shook off the feeling and challenged him back, locking eyes with his.\n\n“Ah… we have a bunny of culture.” he said, gesturing toward an arrangement of chairs around a chessboard that until now had served as a surface for ashtrays and drinks. Alice stepped to his arm, twining it into hers and forcing him into the role of escorting her. A blush rose into his smile for a moment as he led her over. He gestured to a chair for her.\n\n“A bunny girl doesn’t sit sir, she perches.” said Alice, realising half the party had migrated to watch their duel and see the outcome of Marcus’ shitstirring.\n\nAlice guided him into the chair and perched against the arm, fluffy tail lingering by his hand. Marcus set up the pieces, aligning black infront of himself.\n\n“You can be white.”\n\n“What a gentleman.”\n\n“More of a, ‘ladies first’.” he said. Alice wouldn't rise to the bait. She rose and bent at the hips in front of him to set forward her pawn.\n\n“Gosh, I hope I remember how to play.”\n\nMarcus and Alice traded moves quickly, it was obvious she was setting up a Sicilian defence. Any illusions that she wasn’t descent at chess vanished in her rapid movements.\n\nMarcus sat considering his move once they were off the books.\n\nAlice stepped around the board to rest by his arm once more. Legs straight and back arched beside him. He didn’t blush or even glance at her attire.\n\n“Queen to C3.” she said.\n\nMarcus smiled, moving her piece and stroking his chin.\n\n“I think it’s clear you know at least a little chess.”\n\n“Oh not much Sir, it is a man's game after all.”\n\nSarah sat in one of the chairs, wrinkling the bodysuit she wore around her waist as she hunched forward, trying to decipher the board.\n\n“Who is winning?” she asked.\n\n“Alice.” said Marcus.\n\n“Marcus is winning actually.”\n\n“She has taken more of my pieces.”\n\n“He has mine locked down, that rook is doing nothing for me.”\n\nMarcus eyed Sarah sitting in the chair adjacent. “Apparently bunny girls can sit, would you like to?”\n\n“Such a gentleman.” said Alice, slipping off the arm of his chair and sitting in his lap, curling against his side, breasts pushed up in the corset to linger by his cheek.\n\n“If I didn’t know any better I would say you were trying to distract me.”\n\n“I wouldn’t resort to trickery, besides we haven’t really bet anything on the outcome… bishop to D4.”\n\n“What do you want if you win?”\n\n“For you to say a girl's place is wherever she wants to be.”\n\n“And if I win?”\n\n“Well you win me of course, we are going by traditional rules here.”\n\nMarcus smirked and leaned forward to move her bishop.\n\n“Careful Alice, he could secretly be really good at chess.” said Sarah, apparently the only one not in on the joke.\n\nThe pieces whittled down and Alice grew comfortable in his lap. Bringing his hand around to her hip, whispering her moves into his ear. She could see the pieces closing around her, she was always 4 moves away from checkmating him but had to keep fighting on the backfoot to keep her own king upright. Marcus held his rook, this was it, he had outplayed her fair and square. Alice arched into his side, enjoying the feeling of his fingers over the bare skin of her hip. Marcus’ hand lingered on the piece, his smile mirroring hers then switched, taking her queen instead of going for checkmate.\n\nAlice’s heart sank. “Bishop to E5, check.”\n\n“Rook takes bishop.” he responded without bothering to move the pieces.\n\n“Knight checks king, checkmate.”\n\n“Huh… I guess I was wrong.” said Marcus with a smirk, leaning forward to knock over his king. “I guess a girl's place is wherever she wants to be after all.”\n\nAlice narrowed her eyes as the onlookers started to fall away.\n\n“You cheater.”\n\nMarcus met her gaze and glanced down at her breasts, pushed up and bursting beside him. “You’re one to talk… also you won.”\n\n“You had me.” she said low enough for Sarah not to hear.\n\n“I prefer to win that particular game the old fashioned way, we should get back to the party.”\n\n“You said a girl's place is wherever she wants to be, I prefer here.” said Alice, wriggling down into his lap."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Let's create a new mythos centering around sexuality, pleasure, and sexual acceptance. (Maybe the creation myth is that the earth and sky are eternally fucking.* Maybe thunder is a goddess' orgasms.** Maybe the masochist God of the hunt is punished by the God on nature.) | [
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"content": "One day, a long long time ago, when there were no people on earth. Only animals frolicking, water flowing down streams, and the trees blowing in the wind. Everything was calm, everything was beautiful, thats until the Earth got horny. \n\nMother earth, Gaia, the goddess of earth. Her spiritual form was hanging out in the God realm when she got horny. She had never been horny before so this was a brand new sensation. \n\nHer body was warm, tingling from her loins, she didn’t know what to do. Thats when the sun God, Helios came over to her. \n\nShe said, “Helios I’m so confused, my body is having these sensations I have never felt before.” \n\nHelios realising what is happening, wants to help Gaia out, so to speak. \n\n“I can help you but you must undress, quickly,” Helios tells her. \n\nGaia stripped naked, her body glowing, her breasts high and her nippled at attention. Wetness filled with glitter ran down her muscular leg. Helios admired her before pulling his cock out. She gasped at the size. Helios laid Gaia down in a bed of clouds before playing with her clit. He pushed it, massaging it in a circular motion. Gaia cried out in pleasure. Sexual pleasure. She was the only of the Gods who has yet to experience it. Her cries flew through the God realm. \n\nHelios shoved his large cock into Gaia’s tight sex. She dripped around him, as she felt him filling her up. Her cries of pleasure grew louder. He continued to fuck her into orgasm, before filling her with his seed knowing she will get pregnant. \n\n“Helios,” Gaia screamed through the universe. \n\nAnd thus, humans were created. \n\nGaia gave birth to the first humans, as well as to the spirits of Kink, Sex, Lust, and Shame. \n\nGaia being fond of her human babies didnt want Shame to corrupt them, so she told the spirit of Kink and Shame to work together, thus creating the shame kink. \n\nHumans go to earth, horny, and happy. Creating more humans. This is when the Goddess of Love, Agape, sees the humans frolicking, and fucking. She casts a spell over the earth which makes some people’s lust, transform into love. \n\nThe humans are cursed to continuously recreate the ritual of their own creation. And everything in their lives revolves around this and they don’t even realise it."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She texted her friend, "Here you go. Use whatever you want" With what she thought was a gallery of some of her art. What she *did* attach though was a custom book of sex coupons she had made for her ex. Her friend's incredulous yet excited reply filled her with shock, embarrassment, and arousal | [
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"content": "\"Here you go. Use whatever you want.\" Verbatim, the last thing she sent before she passed out. It was to the group message her business degree friends invited her to, for their project. The link was *meant* to be the folder with all of her logo ideas. Of course, in *reality,* it was a folder she'd thought she'd deleted. Nah, turns out she, in her infinite wisdom, labeled it \"side project\" and left it there. God knows why. When she awoke from her impromptu nap, it was to the hum of her phone. Oliver - \"Ollie\" - was apparently rather excited for her ideas.\n\n*Oh hell yeah lmao jk*\n\n*You serious though?*\n\nShe blinked, firing a reply from her lock screen.\n\n*Yeah. Pick one out, send it to me so I know, and we're good.*\n\nNot a minute later:\n\n*Then you'd better believe it's this one.*\n\nBeneath it, to her horror, was her original graphic design \"side project:\" an unsent, unshared piece of a would-be booklet made to be shared with her ex. She recognized the saucy font anywhere. Dead center, in pink:\n\n***ONE (1)*** *free* ***blowjob OUTSIDE*** *the apartment.*\n\nThat, of course, was why she'd never sent it - it was too risky, too wild for them! Yet, here it was, in her face again. A flush overcame her face and chest. Immediately, she took the talk to DMs. Five responses were typed, but not sent. \"No way;\" \"I sent the wrong folder fuck;\" \"Oh fuck I'm so embarrassed;\" \"That's not mine;\" \"You sure?\"\n\nShe idled on the last one. Maybe it was the midterms driving her up the wall, but this felt *good.* A chance to have some real fun. Eventually, her reply fired off.\n\n*Where were you thinking?*\n\n*Prattman Building. GA offices. 10pm?*\n\nThat was done. With a flick of her wrist, the phone was tossed to the bed. Leah licked her lips, suddenly feeling her mouth dry. She'd always wanted to try something like this. It was a fun idea - she always considered herself to be kinky. Ollie was pretty cute, and he was pretty easy to get along with. What was the harm? She paced to her closet, deciding to pick out something fun. The first semester of grad school was hard enough, you know? May as well destress. She modeled her prospective look before the mirror: from what could be seen, she wore grey leggings and a white sweater - a simple enough outfit for mid-fall. Coupled with a red raincoat, she was simply prepared. *suffered.* The natural flare of her hips had widened, her backside gaining a bit of extra weight that looked damn good when she posed for photos. Her chest was more subtle, but there was a distinctly feminine swell. Leah's mother always blamed that on her half-Korean father, but really, who knows?\n\nHer pulse pounding, the artist set out the door and to Prattman. She carried her messenger bag with her, more to look like she was serious than anything. It was an easy walk - luckily, the student body was out in force. She saw one or two familiar faces, which drew yet more blush to her cheeks. *If only they knew.* For a moment, she thought to check her phone - with some shock, she realized she'd forgotten it on the bed. A minor annoyance, but an annoyance all the same.\n\nShe showed at the GA offices a few minutes early - enough to claim one of the empty cubicles in the room as her own. Ollie showed soon after - he'd had a similar idea. He'd dressed nicely enough: black button-up with pants to match, a sport coat. Seemed he leaned academic. His hair was shoulder-length and auburn, his skin tanned from his hobby - biking. His thin face was clean-shaven and smelled of the aftershave. *Nice of him to clean up,* Leah thought. Without a word, he slipped into her tiny cubicle. The door closed.\n\nLeah's raincoat slipped free, and she indicated the chair. Ollie took his seat and moved to unbuckle - Leah stopped him and gave a teasing wag of her finger. A smirk crossed his lips.\n\n\"Guess you're keeping to it, huh?\"\n\nShe simply nodded, making a show of licking her lips. She'd painted them black, just for this. \n\n\"Remember your--\" \n\nYet again, Leah silenced him - this time with a finger near his lips. \n\n\"Quiet study time.\" A panther's grin crossed her lips. \n\nHe'd find himself unbuckled and unzipped, and she'd find him already *straining* to get out. Much to her surprise, Ollie was actually... pretty hung. Sure, there were bigger dicks in porn, but when you're looking at something right around seven inches long and proportionally thick and how it's going to fit in your mouth, you get a fresh perspective.\n\nThe underwear stayed on - for a few more moments. A dainty right hand carefully gripped just under the covered head. Leah scooted back, allowing her \"date\" a view of her exposed back. She sat just before the cubicle door, with her back to it - there was no lock, sadly. Their eyes locked - his green upon her brown, both wide as saucers. Her free hand slipped back and rolled those leggings down her ass. A nice, sloping view from her arched back down served to highlight the size of her snow-white cheeks. \n\nLeah leaned in and offered a kiss to the head of his dick - gently, so as not to smear her lipstick. Another. A third. Her eyes were upon it, and she breathed in his scent. Clean, faintly smoky. A damp dot had formed on the top. She offered a final kiss to that spot, damp with precum. \n\n\"Hi,\" She whispered in her best husky voice, sliding his underwear down.\n\nIn doing so, she revealed a circumcised cock every bit as big as she'd suspected. The very tip of it already glistened, and she leaned in to give it another kiss - with tongue, now. Ollie worked to avoid openly moaning, already twitching with delight. Her right hand reclaimed its spot, her left slipping down to cup his balls and give a gentle upward press. The hair upon them played between her fingers, allowing her to better tease them. This was to be her style: slow, careful, methodical. A drawn-out tease as much charming him to orgasm as bringing him to it.\n\nHer lips wrapped about the head of his cock, allowing her to swirl her tongue and apply gentle, careful suction. Her belly tightened, a little wiggle shaking through her hips. Ollie gasped, trapped in her eyes, barely containing himself. Her hand pumped lightly upon him, smoothed and softened by freshly-applied lotion. His balls tightened for but a second, causing Leah's eyes to widen for brief moments before redoubling her efforts. Another press, another pump, a double-dose of suction. Just as he filled her mouth, he filled her nose with an increasingly sweet, musky scent. Precum coated her tongue, which in turn bathed the first inches of him. Another pump. Another press.\n\nIt was, perhaps, fifteen minutes before he came. Unable to resist her ceaseless ministrations, rope after rope would follow, squarely into her mouth. Some went too deep and were swallowed immediately - a cloying taste, but she didn't mind.\n\n\"Don't swallow,\" Urged Ollie, taking his phone out. \"Show me.\"\n\nFeeling a warmth capture her belly, Leah did so. Hot taboo and risk clouded her mind, her tongue extending to show her bounty. A phone camera's \"click\" followed.\n\n\"Sent it,\" Said Ollie.\n\n>!Have a little more to write to finish it out!!<"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You were worried your new co-worker was going to replace you. All attempts to undermine their performance ran into one minor problem: their exceptional gentle-dom skills. | [
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"content": "I'm just minding my own business; reading and replying to emails of angry clients. No one else does it either, so I've been designated 'Email boy'. That is, until I was invited to my bosses office to meet a new employee.\n\n\"Ah, Mason. Finally decided to show up?\" My boss said. He usually gave everyone a dead pan as we where in a meeting, but his gaze only snapped to me when he spoke. His attention was on something else; the hot blonde sitting in the Chara cross his desk.\n\n\"It's almost like I'm the only employee in my division\" I said back. I snickered to myself, but also heated the girl giggle. So now I know that 1: she is not just good looking, but well humored; 2: the joke is much more funny then I realized.\n\nBoth if these are really bad signs.\n\n\"Well, actually, that's why I brought you in\" my boss said, his eyes twitching from my eyes, to her small bust. \"Jackie here is going to be your assistant\" he gave a half smile. If he wasn't so good looking for a dude in his 60s, I'd think he had to force his hand around to get any game.\n\nJackie looked over at me, and her smile already told me everything. This is not an assistant. I was about to get replaced. And my smile had to be so forced, I could feel my muscles fighting to not move.\n\n\nAfter a few more minutes if introduction, me and Jackie left the office, and headed towards my cubical. I sat down, and opened a few emails. If I'm going to get replaced, I might as well show her how to do it right.\n\n\"So these people, are just being dicks right?\" I said; looking towards her. She nodded with her soft smile, and had slightly bent down a bit to see the screen better. Her hair was tightly packed into a bun, but it didn't seem to pull at her skin. She was...really pretty. To say the least.\n\n\"So I usually group reply, and try to be both ambiguous, and somewhat useful. Clients usually stop after the first email\" I say. I start to type away. I had to make these replays short, since I had a few backed up from last week. And as I was about to finish up, both her arms shot from both sides of my head, and started typing more. \nShe rested her chin on my head, and arms on my shoulders. I froze, not sure what to do or say. My fingers hadn't even left the last keys they typed, and she didn't hesitate to tao my finger to get the key press.\n\nWhen she finished, I say what she wrote. To put it briefly, she was really kind. She actually answered the questions directly, and gave advice on future problems.\nI've already lost and the email hasn't even been sent yet.\n\n(I'll come back to this another time, I just realized that I forgot how the rest of the story should go)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Thanks to a bet, She stripped down to her bra and panties for the duration of any get together. Never mind that the terms of the bet ended several get togethers ago... | [
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"content": "As the terms of the bet said, Chloe wiggled out of her jeans first, then removed her top as she sat down at the table.\n\n\nThe first time she'd done it, Brian had barely been able to look away from her breasts for the first hour of game. She still sometimes glanced over to catch him staring. She couldn't blame him; she'd taken to specifically wearing prettier, more lace and eye catching bras to Games Night; tonight's was specifically rainbow patterned.\n\n\nAs Chloe anticipated, the rainbow pattern had drawn a smirk, and nod of approval from Perdition, who held up her rainbow-coloured d20, and grinned. Chloe grinned back, asking how Perdition's gallery showing had gone - but Perdi's answer was cut off by Shane.\n\n\n\"Still going?\", he asked, a bemused tone in his voice, smiling at Chloe from where he stood at the head of the table.\n\n\n\"Still going!\", she responded. \"Hey, a deal is a deal - it saved Genna's life.\"\n\n\n\"Came through in the clutch,\" giggled Sophia, and she and Chloe bumped fists across the table.\n\n\n\"You know,\" Dale pointed out, as he set a veggie snack tray on the table, \"that deal was for three sessions. That was four months ago.\"\n\n\nChloe snatched up a baby carrot, and generously dipped it, before weilding it upon Dale, like a dagger, as she glared. \"Listen, you. Maybe I'm most comfortable mostly naked. Maybe I like the way it makes Brian blush when I do *this*.\"\n\n\nShe bounced up and down, mimicking excitement; as if on cue, Brian turned bright red, while Perdition's head, Chloe noted, bounced along.\n\n\nEveryone laughed - including Brian, as Chloe reached across the table, and rubbed his hand, offering superficial, albeit genuine, comfort.\n\n\n\"Yeah, but what happens next time Genna's on her third death save? Who's gonna back me up if you're already topless?\", Sophia joked, and Chloe laughed.\n\n\n\"Don't underestimate what I'll do to keep our Cleric around ...\", Chloe answered, with a wiggle of her shoulders and hips.\n\n\n\"Alright, alright,\" interrupted a slightly blushing Shane. \"We should be getting started, anyway ...\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: (incest) Getting stuck in the washing machine, losing every bet or truth or dare on purpose, masturbating with the door open, hell! You’ve even wrestled naked with him! But no matter what porn trope you try, your brother, out of pure naivety, just won’t fuck you!!! | [
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"content": "(Hey, I’m new at this, and usually do RP prompts…so I hope you like what I’ve written. I may do the wrestling scene you asked for later.)\r \n\r \n*Noah….*\r \n\r \nI stare across the table at him, as he eats breakfast with me. Correction…shovels his food into his mouth like a starving man. He briefly meets my gaze, his tousled hair aglow with sunlight from the kitchen window….and for that brief moment, I feel like I could melt. \r \n\r \n“Izzie….” He starts, his mouth full of food. “You okay?” \r \n\r \n“Oh…uh…yeah…sure. Just tired. You know.” I say, softly, turning my attention to the bowl in front of me. \r \n\r \n“Mija, get some sleep!” my mother chides me, not even looking up from the stove. “You’ll get wrinkles!”\r \n\r \n**Yup…that’s Mexican moms for you. It’s all mija, mija, mija, and then the chancla. Or both. Anyway…let’s just back up a bit. I’m Isabelle. Lots of people see me and add an “-a” but it’s not there. Isabela is a pretty name, don’t get me wrong, and it might fit me a little better than my own spelling does…but it is what it is. Noah is Noah, and not Julio or Armando or anything else. Our mom wanted us to fit in as much as possible, I guess. And we kind of do, because I can’t speak Spanish for shit.** \r \n\r \n**But I digress.** \r \n\r \nNoah gets up from the table, and I see it. The image burns into my brain – his cock is hard, pressing against his shorts, off to the side. He glances at me and blushes a bit as he tries to hide his erection. *Silly boy…that’s useless….every detail is etched into my memory. Don’t hide it, Noah, it’s perfect!*\r \n\r \nMy mother snaps me out of my reverie by slapping me on the back of the head before clearing my plates.\r \n\r \n“Mija…I don’t pay your fucking tuition for you to sit here and daydream.”\r \n\r \nI glance up at her, a stern expression stony on her face. I nod, and start to get up. “Y-yes…you’re right. I’m sorry mom.”\r \n\r \n\\_\\_\\_\\_"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: (Monstergirlification) The boutique only segmented to have monster girls working there, so their newest employee, a human, was surprised to be hired. The human didn't realize that eating the treats on the break room would soon resolve the inconsistency... | [
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"content": "Mia danced through the door, tossing her bag clean across the room at the couch and cheering.\r \n“I got the job!”\r \nTom put his hand on his headphone at the computer.\r \nMia winced, shrinking down as she saw the dozen faces on his monitor break into smiles and muted laughter.\r \n“They say congratulations.” he said with a smirk.\r \nMia mouthed ‘sorry’ and sunk to the floor, creeping behind him out of view of the camera to cross to the couch. She pulled out the resumes, tempted to tear them up then reached down to her new uniform. Her hands ran over the folded smooth pencil skirt, drawing it out and laying it on the couch. She pulled out the sealed transparent plastic parcel next, her fingers pressed to the little snaps that held it closed, quiet as a mouse she popped them open to not distract Tom’s meeting. She glanced at the bathroom, it was in view of his camera. \r \nMia slid her top over her head, keeping her movements small to not draw his attention. She brought the folded white blouse out and started unbuttoning it’s front. She couldn’t wait until tomorrow to try it on.\r \n“Sorry about that, congrat-” he said, turning to find her topless in her baby blue lace bra. Mia held the blouse up to shield herself as seemingly every drop of blood rushed to her face.\r \n“Thankyou.” she squeaked out.\r \nTom quickly looked down to his mug, rolling it through his hands and giving her time to quickly slip into the crisp new shirt. It was so light! Her bra was slightly visible through the material, she would need to use her skin tone underwear with it.\r \n“I’m descent.”\r \n“Congratulations on the job. Was it the receptionist?”\r \n“No actually, it was the boutique of all places.”\r \n“I thought that was all ‘humans need not apply’.”\r \n“Well it’s a good thing you pushed because this human has a job there!”\r \n“That’s awesome, their pay was amazing.”\r \nMia let out a laugh and quickly silenced it with a hand to her lips. “I know! I’ll be out of your hair and off your couch in no time.”\r \n“There is no hurry with that, I've enjoyed the company.”\r \n“Sorry about the meeting.”\r \nHe waved a dismissive hand at his desktop.\r \n“They had a good laugh. When is your first day?”\r \n“Tomorrow! Agh! I’m so excited. It’s so fancy, some of the girls are total snobs. I’m going to be a snobby rich boutique girl! I’m sorry ma’am, we don’t serve your kind here.” she said, trying her best at a british accent while crossing the room toward him.\r \n“I’ll have to come and buy something. See you in all your glory.”\r \n“You would look cute in a silver collar… oh we can find you one with a bell.” she teased.\r \n“Collars?” he asked as she took his mug to the kitchen.\r \n“Think less kinky sex and more eccentric elven slave owner.”\r \n“Is it like a sex thing?” he asked.\r \n“I… I don’t actually know. Crap, I should know that!”\r \nTom started typing furiously at his keyboard and Mia drew to silence with a peep. Careful not to let the spoon clink as he clacked away on his computer.\r \n“The results are in… it’s a sex thing. A classy one though.”\r \nMia relaxed, realizing he wasn’t solving some problem and the focus was still on her. She brought the cup around and lowered it to his desk, glancing over his shoulder at the… very underdressed cat girl wearing only jewelry from the boutique.\r \n“I hope they don’t want me to model it…”\r \n“I’d definitely come and see you if that was the case.” he said with a smirk.\r \nMia felt her blush return, her eyes running over the image and imagining herself, sat all sexy like, only the silver and light stocking material covering her. Her hands drew up on their own to her chest.\r \n“I uh… there is no way I could do that.”\r \n“I could…” he said, throwing himself back and bringing the back of his hand over his face to mimic the picture. “...Paint me like your cat girls Jack!” he said.\r \nMia snorted and quickly stifled her laugh.\r \n“Thankyou Tom, not just for the couch and pushing me to go for the job and everything… Thankyou.” she said, pecking his cheek and quickly scurrying to the bathroom before her face caught on fire."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You were really nervous about your first day as a gloryhole worker. Luckily your friends swung by to give you some encouragement… and some cock | [
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"content": "\"Hey, there anyone in here today?\" questioned a croaky voice. Jen had to admit it wasn't the weirdest voice ever, given the location of the glory hole in a bar, but it sounded off, forced almost. \n\n\"Yes,\" she replied in a near whisper. \"I mean, please,\" she said, a little more confidently, remembering the phrased that her friend Isla had mentioned. \n\n\n\n\n\n\n\"You don't sound like one of the regulars, you new?\" the croak continued. Jen cooked her head, something about the voice sounded off, but she couldn't figure out why. \n\n\"My first time, actually,\" Jen admitted. \n\n\"Don't worry, you'll do fine. Everyone starts somewhere. Just remember the condoms are in the bowl to your left, and the actually tasty lube is on the right in the pink bottle.\" \n\n\n\n\n\n\"How could you possibly know that!?\" Jen asked, suddenly uncomfortable. There was a rustling of clothes, before Jen saw part of a familiar face on the other side, her friend Isla. \n\n\n\"You didn't think I'd miss your first time, did you?\" She asked with a smirk. \n\n\n\"You're a good friend Isla,\" Jen replied, very relieved. \n\n\n\n\n\"Now, as much as I'm your friend, I'm also here for well... you know.\" She stood, and there was the sound of a zipper, before a very lifelike looking cock came through the hole. Jen took it carefully in her hand, admiring the size and texture. \n\n\n\"Wow, what is this?\" Jen asked. \n\n\n\"A little prototype I've been working on,\" Isla replied. \n\n\n\"There's nothing little about this,\" Jen replied as she began to stroke, her fingers not touching as she gripped it. The outside was smooth and had a little bit of give, but the core was fairly solid, just like the real thing. It was warm too, but it smelled too clean, which was the biggest give-away. Well, a cock at a glory hole was still a cock, and that meant she had some work to do. \n\n\n\n\n\nShe gave the fake cock an affectionate squeeze, and was rewarded with a groan of pleasure from Isla, not bothering to disguise her voice this time. Jen giggled at hearing that from her friend, and proceeded to give the cock a few licks. Partially for the lubrication, partly to taste it. It definitely didn't taste like a real cock, but it had a pleasant taste, like the lube Isla recommended with a hint of pussy. It certainly made the next part easier as she pouted her lips and gave the tip a kiss, opening the kiss to allow the bulbous head into her mouth. \n\n\n\n\n\nIsla just groaned from the other side of the wall as her friend went on her way sucking her cock. She was definitely going to have to adjust the pleasure transference interface after this if she didn't want to cum her brains out after only a few minutes of sucking, but right at this moment she didn't care. \n\n\"Oh God, please Jen, take it all, I need to feel it down your throat!\" She ground out. Jen just hummed contentedly, causing Isla to roll her eyes back in pleasure before the feeling of Jen's warm, slick lips, tongue and mouth enveloped her entire length with a gentle, affectionate sucking. \n\n\n\n\n\n\"Oh God, I'm cumming,\" was all the warning Ilsa received before Isla's cock pulled back. Jen would have preferred to have it past her throat to avoid the taste (she loved to suck cock but hated the taste of cum, preferring to either take facials or deepthroat cumshots to avoid the taste), but she was surprised by the pleasant taste she received as the warm, thick liquid splashed on her tongue. She waited until the pulsing cock stopped cumming before she swallowed it all happily. \n\n\n\n\n\n\"Was that vanilla pudding flavour?\" She asked as the cock was withdrawn entirely. \n\n\"Yeah,\" Isla replied, panting heavily. \n\n\"Can I go back to your place after I'm done here?\" Jen asked. \"I want to help test out that new toy of yours.\"\n\n\"I'd love you to.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The Big Bad™ had been successfully imprisoned. A decade later, they request the hero who bested them pay a visit. A conjugal visit. | [
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"content": "**Part One (Featuring: Worldbuilding and Build-Up)**\n\nIt had been ten years.\n\nTen years ago, Roland had stood atop the precipice of the Fiery Mount, staring down the corrupt Court Magistrix that had struck down the Archon and cast the world into chaos for nearly a full year. A year of torment, pain, and wickedness. He'd been barely beyond a boy, then, a mere eighteen years of age. She'd barely been twenty-six, the youngest ever Magistrix to an Archon. He, having finally overcome his own demons and severed her tie to the realm of magic, had struck her to the ground.\n\nNow, *Sir* Roland stood in the foyer of his grand home - a gift from the Hill Dwarves of the Wooded Glen - and held a letter from Blackhall, home to only the most wicked of terrors. It was addressed to him in stamped script.\n\n**TO: SER ROLAND DUNRAVEN**\n\n**FROM: BLACKHALL, CELL OF** CECILIA T.Y.I.\n\nHis blood ran cold, seeing that last bit of chickenscratch. Cecilia, the Yellow Iris. That Magistrix he'd struck down and stripped of her magic.\n\nRoland had seen what horrors she'd wrought. He'd warred with her in their final confrontation for what felt like days, slipping between realms and realities in a battle not far from what was told in prophecy. They'd lived in each other's minds and attempted to destroy one-another from the inside, out. They'd battled on the fields of memory and whim, a battle purely of character and determination. By the time Roland had struck her mundane, he felt as though he knew her as well as he knew himself. Perhaps better. He bet he knew what she had written before he read it - an examination moments later confirmed it.\n\nHer script was every bit as formal as it had ever been, long and flowing like her beloved gowns.\n\n*Dear Roland,*\n\n*I hear I'm to call you \"Sir,\" now. Bravo, dear friend - stableboy to squire, squire to knight, knight to Defender of the Realm. You've a wife, now, as well - that princess you pined for, right? Rebecca? Precious, you two. Truly.*\n\n*Truth told, I was rather sad when you never sent a letter. We have so much in common, now! Our best days are behind us, both now trapped in our stone homes - some more literally than others. A tragedy, really. Do you have a gut, now? You were so strapping and handsome, I do hope you don't. I never hear of your children. You* do *have children, yes? You've been wed for years, from what I hear! Surely you've sufficiently consummated?*\n\n*We can be honest, you and I: you don't have any because she doesn't interest you. You thought you wanted her, but you lied to yourself. You don't want her, you* ***want*** *to want her.*\n\n*What you* ***want*** *is* ***me***\\*.\\*\n\n*I remember when we frolicked in your memory. That half-remembered dream you'd had of bending me over the throne. You'd even had that version of me breathe that line - what was it? \"Care to taste of the Iris's nectar?\" You'd bested me there due to my laugh, alone!*\n\n*Yet, it is shared. You desire a woman that is a challenge, not a prize. I desire a man that is a conqueror, not a subject. If you reflect on your heart of hearts, you know the truth: our bind was always there. We are one in mind and one in soul. There is but one left.*\n\n*Come to me, Roland, and see us bound in body. If only for a night.*\n\n*Your Yellow Iris,*\n\n*Cilia*\n\nRoland grit his teeth in rage - not at her, nor his life, nor the audacity of his vanquished foe's confidence, but at his *agreement.* He had never felt so close to another before or since. With dread determination, he carefully folded the letter and tucked it into his bag. Blackhall was two days' ride from his home. After telling Rebecca of his need elsewhere and packing a light bag, he departed.\n\n( Continued! )"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: “Hey dad, how DID you and mom meet?” Your answer is perhaps a bit too honest… | [
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"content": "Too Honest\n\n\nI wasn't thinking the story just came out. My youngest Paula asked me while I was working on my old car, \"Daddy how did you and Mom meet?\" \n\n\nThank God, my girl was nineteen when she asked it because the answer was the real one. \"My friend Jake called me in a panic one day because he lost his handcuff key, and he knows I can pick them. He used them in a bondage gangbang and the girl was locked up with no key to unlock her.\" \n\n\nI didn't look to see Paula's reaction, I just chuckled and continued. \"The guys were slowly leaving when I got there. I had her out in a second. She was so grateful she offered me a turn but I asked to wait until we could get her rinsed off. She was happy to agree with that since she had been at it for hours already.\"\n\n\nOnce the story ended there was a stiff silence and I turned to look at my horrified daughter. I totally forgot I was talking to my little girl. This is a thing I do sometimes when I'm wrapped up in something. \"Daddy, how many guys were there?\" She squeaked.\n\n\n\"Shit. I shouldn't have told you that.\" \n\n\n\"How many?\" Paula repeated.\n\n\nAfter letting out a sigh, I realized that I might as well be honest at this point. \"About a dozen, but not all of them were there for your momma. Your aunt Kate was the main attraction and one of their sorority sisters was there too. In fact I would have gotten her out sooner if…\" I caught myself.\n\n\n\"Just tell me, Dad.\" Paula demanded.\n\n\nBeing a softy I relented. \"If Aunt Kate didn't stop me to give me a blowjob as soon as I got there.\"\n\n\n\"Ew. Aunt Kate gave you a blowjob?\" Paula looked at my red face in disgust. She knew I was hiding more. \"You did more with Aunt Kate?\" Then she stopped and thought. \"Why did you want mom to clean up but you were fine banging Aunt Kate?\"\n\n\nI really resisted letting this answer out. It took her several minutes of prodding to get it, but she got me to break. \"Because Kate was forcing guys to wear rubbers, but your mom let them cum on her.\" \n\n\nPaula told her sisters and the next day we had the quietest Thanksgiving dinner."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Highschool is hard enough being that girl wearing baggy clothes to hide curves from leering eyes. Graduation is weeks a way, so far she has been able to hide her mom is a pornstar. Until her new friend comes over and knows her, but cannot quite place where. She cannot let this get out! (18+) | [
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"content": "Katy did not want to do this. Why did Mark want to do this at her house? It was just a study session. They could do this at his place just as easily. At least Dad was out of town. He would go ballistic if she even thought about bringing a boy home, even though they had both recently turned 18. Actually, that probably would make things worse.\n\nBut the real problem was not Katy's father. She could deal with an angry Dad. No, that was in no way what she was worried about.\n\n\"Sweety, you're here!\" Mom exclaimed as Katy and Mark arrived. \"I thought you'd be gone longer. Oh, not that I'm not happy you're here or anything. Oh, who's this?\"\n\n\"Mom, this is Mark. We're going to be studying for finals.\" Katy said, staring daggers at her mother.\n\nMark was openly staring at the older woman. And why shouldn't he be, considering what Mom was wearing. She was dressed in a tight mini skirt and a skimpy tube top. It showed off her dramatic figure quite well, although Mark seemed especially interested in her D cup chest. That was what Katy was worried about. She hated brining a guy home, only to see that.\n\n\"Oh, how nice!\" Mom said cheerfully. \"I'm sure you two will have lots to study!\" She said with an exaggerated wink. \n\n\"Mom!\" Katy hissed. \"We're just studying.\"\n\n\"Of course, of course. Don't worry, I won't tell your father about this. Now, I'll be off. You two kids have fun.\"\n\nMark's eyes were glued to Mom's ass as she walked away. Katy let out a low growl at the attention. She wished her mother would dress more like she did. She had taken great pains to wear only baggy, formless clothes at school. Even if she had gotten a reputation as \"the fat girl\" because of it. Really, she just did not want the kind of attention Mom got.\n\n\"Come on, Mark. Let's go.\" She said.\n\n\"That's your mom, huh?\" He said as they went upstairs. \"I like her. She seems nice.\"\n\n\"Yeah. Nice. I'm sure that's why you like her.\"\n\n\"But you know, it's weird. I swear I've seen her before.\"\n\nKaty nearly froze mid step. \"No! No you do not recognize Mom from anywhere.\" She said, maybe a little too quickly. \"You've just met her today, so there's no way you could have seen her anywhere.\"\n\n\"Yeah, I guess. But she still looks familiar to me.\"\n\n\"No, she doesn't. Now come on. I want to actually pass my finals.\"\n\nMark looked like he was thinking about where he had seen Mom before. Either that, or why Katy did not look like her mother. If only he knew. Of course if he knew the real reason she wore such unflattering clothes, she'd never get a moment to herself. So it was best he did not.\n\nShe led him to her room and got their various textbooks and notes set up. Mark did not look into it. He was too focused on Mom. Why did she have to be there today? \n\n\"Mark, are you actually going to help me study or what?\"\n\n\"Yeah, sure I will. Just as soon as I figure out why your mom looks so familiar.\"\n\n\"I told you, she doesn't. Now come on, we've got out math final on Monday.\"\n\n\"You keep saying that, but I know I've seen her somewhere. If only I could remember where. It was recently, too. I know...wait...wait a sec.\"\n\n\"Mark, come on, we've got. To. Study. Now.\"\n\n\"I think I got it! I know where I've seen her before.\"\n\n\"No you don't. You don't know her from anywhere! You've never seen her before!\"\n\n\"She was in that porn I watched the other night! Oh man, she was awesome in that.\"\n\nKaty closed the book. Then she got off the bed and closed her bedroom door. She regretted the lack of a lock. It would have made this much more impactful.\n\n\"No. You. Do. Not. Know. Her. From. Anywhere.\"\n\n\"Are you kidding? I think I've seen her in others also. Yeah, she's been in like--\"\n\nKaty cut him off by rushing over to him and grabbing his shoulders. \"Look, you idiot, I'm trying to not let my Mom's...job get out. So you will forget you ever saw her, okay? You will forget where you know her from. You will forget everything about her.\" She spoke through clenched teeth, hoping she would get her point across.\n\n\"Hey, hey, Katy, come on. It's not that bad, is it?\"\n\n\"Yes. Yes it is. So shut up about it.\"\n\n\"Oh wait, I think I get it.\"\n\n\"I really doubt that.\"\n\n\"You're jealous of your mom, aren't you? I mean, she's super hot, even at her age and, well...\" He waved his hands in a vague motion around her body. \"I can understand that. Don't worry, there's nothing to be ashamed of, really. You're really pretty, even if you don't have the best figure.\"\n\nKaty clenched her fists to the point where they shook. She felt her face heating up. What was his problem? How dare he come and insult her like this? Besides, she was not jealous of Mom. There was no way she would be jealous of that...that woman. That was impossible!\n\n\"I. Am not jealous of Mom.\" She hissed. \"And you shut up about it.\"\n\n\"Come on, Katy, it's pretty normal. Your mom's smoking hot, and is one of the best porn stars I've ever seen. How could you not be a little jealous of her?\"\n\nKaty felt something boil over in her mind. If this was how it was going to go, then so be it.\n\n\"Fine. You want to see why I'm not jealous of Mom? You want to know? Okay, fine. Here's why I'm not jealous!\"\n\nWith that, she tore her shirt off and threw it as hard as she possibly could. Mark instantly shut up. His mouth fell open. Katy was not fat. Just the opposite, in fact. She had curves even Mom could not match. Her hips were wider, her waist was smaller, and even her breasts were bigger. Everything Katy had was better than Mom could ever match.\n\n\"Still think I'm jealous of Mom?\" Katy hissed. \"If anything, she's jealous of me. I'm even better than her at her job.\"\n\n\"Huh?\"\n\nKaty took a deep breath. She could not believe she was about to do this. \"Tell you what. I'll prove that last part to you if you promise to never reveal anything about me or Mom to anyone at school. Got it?\"\n\n\"Wait, are you saying what I think you are?\"\n\nKaty hesitated. But that simmering anger would not let her back down, no matter how much she knew she should. \"Yes. Yes I am.\"\n\n\"Deal.\" Mark said, maybe too quickly.\n\nMark peeled his shirt off with a huge grin on his face. He was cute, she had to admit. And he definitely worked out. Maybe this would not be too bad.\n\nShe slid her pants down as he quickly worked to take his own clothes off. His eyes lingered on her long legs and tight bubble butt that outclassed her mom's. He took hold of her and pulled him in. He was a lot more solid than she thought he would be. \n\nShe kissed him deeply and slid her tongue into his mouth, while she felt his hands close around her ass. She flinched, but did not break away. She had chosen to do this. More or less. And he was a good kisser. She felt her lower body respond, with her love juice started to leak out.\n\nShe used her body to guide him to the bed, where he stumbled over it, falling to his back. She straddled him and reached behind her, taking her bra off and showing him her DDs. He reached for them almost too eagerly. She flinched as he grabbed her a little too hard. Thankfully, he eased up and his fingers caressed her much better. It actually began to feel really good. Better than she thought it would. She bit her lower lip and ran her fingers over his chest.\n\nIt was not long before her panties were removed and discarded, as were his boxers. She whimpered when she saw him. He rivaled most of Mom's coworkers in size. She was not sure she could take that. Sure she had \"practiced\", but this was different. Well, it was too late to turn back now.\n\nKaty lifted her hips and slid down onto him. She saw stars as she did. An all encompassing ecstasy flooded her mind as she felt every inch of him entering her, she lingered there for a moment, trying to master her own mind. Then he started moving.\n\nHis hips churned under her, sliding his manhood in and out like a piston. The pure pleasure of the moment was intoxicating. She almost lost herself right then and there. But she did not. She had something to prove. She began moving. She shifted her hips, using her entire body to it's maximum. She moaned with pleasure, not able to prevent the sound as the combined movements lit her pleasure center on fire.\n\nHe grabbed her waist, and she bucked harder and faster, filling herself with joy more and more with each move. He groaned and grunted as he thrust, sending jolts of pleasure with each one until it hit her.\n\nA tidal wave of pure, undiluted pleasure surged through her entire body. It cascaded in powerful waves, culminating in a loud cry of bliss as her orgasm struck like a sledgehammer. He slid out of her and roared, sending jets of his seed onto her bed. She sat there, brain firing on all cylinders as her post orgasmic rush hit her. \n\nThen she fell. She landed heavily on him. She simply allowed herself to breathe for a moment. She felt his breaths and listened to his heartbeat.\n\n\"See? I'm better, right?\" She said after a moment.\n\n\"Yeah. Yeah, you are. Way better.\" Mark said between deep breaths.\n\n\"So, remember our deal. No telling about me or Mom.\" \n\n\"Yeah, I know. I won't tell. Anyway this is way too good a secret to blab about. If other guys knew about you, I'd have way too much competition.\"\n\n\"Yeah, yeah.\" She said. She should say this was a one time thing. She should tell him it would probably never happen again. But after that, she would be lying to both of them. \"So, should we study now? I mean, we still do have to do that.\"\n\n\"Huh? Oh yeah. We should probably get to that huh?\"\n\nNeither of them moved. \"Later, right? One more round and then study.\" Katy said.\n\n\"Yeah, sure. One more round.\""
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"content": "It seemed like a good idea at the time.\n\nA secluded clearing at the foot of a modest waterfall. The sound of crashing water in that sweet spot between eerily quiet and distractedly loud. A sweet scent, offered by several tribes of differing breeds of flora. Fish wading and darting through a clear pool that rested by the side of the hurrying river current.\n\nIt seemed like a lovely place to stop and rest for the night. I appeared to be a good locale for a battered and tired adventurer like myself to laze about within and regenerate my stamina. The stars and moon above soothing my consciousness into slumber when the sun shining its mid-day rays of energy invigorating my skin with warmth.\n\nIt was a secluded yard that rivaled the cultivated floral plazas of officials I would contract for, placed above and no doubt blessed by the Mother of Earth.\n\nIt seemed like a good idea at the time, to camp out here, for just a day... mayhaps two. But as the second night passed and the sunrise peeked through the endless army of ever-greens, the notion of my idea being 'good' would be in question.\n\nSunlight leaking through tree-branches was what awakened me. Like the Mother of Sun offering a gentle wake up call. Rousing me from slumber and encouraging me to meet the day with all my might.\n\nI tried, but felt heavy. I had difficulty moving. Was I paralyzed? My fists responded to their commands to be clenched. I had my motor functions, I could feel my limbs and where they resided in space. They just couldn't move far. I was restrained.\n\nMy eyes cleared, adjusting to the light and colors of existence. They were greeted with a sight most unexpected.\n\n\"W-what is this...?\"\n\nI was affixed to the ground, covered in writhing, slithering ooze. It looked like water, but defying the laws of gravity and conventional liquid properties. Pressing a gooey shackle upon my wrist with my longest finger, I noticed it was more gelatinous than water. Like a large, morphing pile of well... gelatin.\n\nI focused all of my strength into one arm, attempting to brake free. But as soon as I attempted to lift it, I felt more weight upon it. Then my whole hand was submerged. I couldn't move a finger. My other hand was free, but as I demanded it escape as well, it met a similar fate.\n\n\"Let me free, beast, or I shall...!\"\n\nThe shapeless blobs forced against my hands soon twisted and swirled, until they thinned out and resembled limbs of a human. Slender, feminine limbs. Hands at the ends of each one. A pair of female hands. They looked gentle, a complete mismatch to the strength they held behind them. A small tower of goo rose from the shimmering azure base, those limbs crawling along the sides. It too shifted and transformed, until the shape centered into the upper body of a human woman.\n\n\"I shall...\" I was simply flabbergasted.\n\nA gorgeous young woman with desirable proportions. She had a fit midsection, an hourglass figure leading into a simple blob below. A beaming smile upon her symmetrical face. She looked like an excited young lass ready to take on the world. And she had an impressive rack, the chemical make-up of her body accentuating the jiggle of such a formidable set of breasts. Her hair... or the element her body consisted of mimicking the aesthetic shape of hair rolled over her body, joining with the rest of her vivid sky-blue form.\n\nI couldn't say if the form she took was more comforting or more terrifying. On one hand, I was offered the facsimile of a captivating female specimen. On the other, I was offered a being that could assume any shape it pleased, though it could only claim that, its color did not change.\n\n\"What in the name of the Mothers and Fathers are you...\" I could only whisper, fearing that yelling might upset the beast. That pretty smile, reminiscent of a fair hometown lass could be nothing but a ploy.\n\nI had a very small degree of movement with my head. I looked around through my short brown hair, ragged from bedhead and the moisture of this creature's admittedly gentle stroking of my locks. I couldn't swat its hands away, what with my extremities bound by her. I managed to catch the sight of a small tendril snaking its way through the grass and into the river stream. That must be how she has such mass to spare, she's absorbing the water and growing with it.\n\nThen, I had caught wind of something else rather troubling.\n\nShe was in the process of removing my trousers. My fear was suddenly joined by embarrassment as my erection slowly but surely rose within her moist grasp. Even what I would assume to be her fingers wrapped around my length were a wet, tight crevice, as if a woman's nethers were placed upon mine. I questioned this sensation, but as shape-shifting blob I suppose any shape is possible at any time.\n\nLooking upon the countenance she had assumed, she was as excited as ever. Like an alchemist discovering a new property of an ingredient, she reveled with glee in the fact that toying with my member brought me pleasure. The skill with which she performed these actions, I surmised she must be no novice to this sort of thing.\n\nPre-cum leaked from my erection, my meat surging with hunger from her touch. What looked like a hand job from a far, it felt like reproductive intercourse from the shape and ribbed texture within. This disconnect was both unnerving and highly arousing. I felt ejaculation close in, and within seconds cum was spilling from my penis and into her hands. From behind a furrowed brow, I saw my sperm rush through her body, dissipating as it approached her midsection.\n\nA red orb shimmered brightly, conjuring a dim light that was no simple reflection, it was self luminescent.\n\n\"Tasty.\" I heard a soft, sly voice escape her lips as the glow faded away. Panting and sweating, I suddenly felt lighter, the mass releasing me from its grips. But this was a trick. As I attempted to stand, the slime rushed into my feet, tipping me forward. The creature caught my hands with her mass. I was caught, kneeling on all fours.\n\n\"Make more yummy stuff.\" I was about to protest, but a tentacle shot into my mouth. Brushing against my tongue, the taste was sweet. Even sweeter was the more traditionally fluid-like substance being blasted into my mouth. That blue syrup leaked from my parted lips, and I felt all strength leave me once more.\n\nA sudden pressure against my asshole. A firm bulbous round end rubbing against my backdoor. I tried to look behind me, but the tentacle spurting sap into my mouth diverged. A small tendril somehow keeping my chin from moving away.\n\nSomething invaded me. My ass, the walls within my rectum parted by the cool, slithering form of some thick tendril. The end rested against my prostate, and I felt a flat presence against my cheeks... is this creature... is this creature fucking me? My question was soon answered as the tendril drew away, exiting me before stopping suddenly, and striking forward swiftly. It was. This beast with the face of a woman, the body of a living pool, was fucking my ass.\n\nAnd I was enjoying it. A hefty sack slamming against my own, its pelvis smashing against my buttocks, a thick, yet form-fitting goo rod diving into my rectum and punching my prostate. I was moaning and groaning though the tendril in my mouth, one that morphed into the shape of a tongue and danced with my lulling taster. \n\nUnsurprisingly, I was blasting cum. Loads spilling from my cock-head as both of my holes were filled and frequented. My jizz pooling within her blue mass, disintegrating as quick as it could exit me.\n\nI could hear her giggle as the seconds passed. She began to speak to me. Encourage me. Her lexicon becoming more and more adept at replicating human speech. Eventually she decided she didn't need restraints, and let my limbs free. I did not even consider escape, I lay there with my ass in the air, brimming with its... no... her slimy damp penis. I felt a similar syrupy sub-fluid splurt inside me as she bottomed out and pressed her pelvis against my ass one last time, as if she had sperm of her own to deposit within me.\n\nWhen it appeared as if she had finished, she turned me over and planted as kiss on my forehead. A tendril flowed in between my legs, splitting like a hydra's head and forming many sub-limbs, all sporting phallus like appendages at their ends.\n\nIt was evident, that setting up camp for the night here, was the best idea I've had in my career."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Tall as a Tree, ripped as hell, Face of an Angel, Hung like a horse, dense as fuck. A Nympho is driven insane, living with an Adonis too wholsome to be seduced. | [
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"content": "\"Dale, can you help me?\" Brigette called.\n\nDale had not been doing anything important, and he liked to help, so he went. His roommate was in the living room, looking at the furniture. Dressed in her usual attire of a mini skirt and tube top, Dale often wondered why she went around like that. Well, he supposed it did not matter, as long as she was comfortable and happy.\n\n\"What's up?\" He asked.\n\n\"I need some help from a big...strong man like you.\" He said. Her eyes fluttered over him as she spoke.\n\n\"Sure. Anything I can do to help out.\" He said with a smile.\n\n\"I'm trying to make some open space out here for some yoga lessons I'm going to be trying out. Do you think you can help me?\"\n\n\"Sure thing. Just an open space?\"\n\nShe nodded and got to work. He picked up the chairs and moved them aside, then did the same for the couch. That was harder, but he could handle it. When he finished, Brigette's face was flushed and she was rubbing her thighs together. \n\n\"Wow.\" She said dreamily. \"You really are strong.\"\n\n\"Thanks.\" He said. His time at the gym was hard, but it was worth it. \n\n\"And I really do appreciate everything you do for me.\"\n\nShe walked closer to him. Her large breasts just touched his chest, although she was several inches shorter than him. \n\n\"I do love a man with big...hard...strong muscles.\" She said, her breathing seemed to be hard. Maybe she had just finished a workout of her own?\n\n\"Yeah, it's super useful sometimes.\" Dale said. Brigette's eye twitched.\n\n\"Is there anything I can do to...thank you for all the help you've given me? Anything at all?\"\n\n\"Hm, not really. I just like to help out. No thanks needed.\"\n\n\"Are you sure? Are you sure there's absolutely nothing I can do to show my...appreciation?\"\n\n\"A good deed is its own reward.\" He said proudly.\n\nBrigette twirled a lock of her platinum blonde hair around her finger and pouted her full lips. She took a baby step forward, pushing herself against him more.\n\n\"Really? Are you absolutely sure?\"\n\n\"Yup. I'm sure.\"\n\nShe looked up at him, blinking. He looked down at her and smiled. She clicked her tongue and backed away.\n\n\"If you say so.\" She sounded almost disappointed. What did she have to be disappointed about? \"Hey, I'm going to be doing that yoga lesson in about half an hour, so I'm going to go change. I don't mind if you stay and watch though. In fact, I'd rather you did. And maybe if you get any...ideas while watching, well, let me know. Maybe we can...act on them.\"\n\n\"Okay.\" He said. \n\nWhat kind of ideas was he going to get watching her do fancy stretches? Maybe she meant what do do for dinner or something. Oh well. He'd figure something out."
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