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Write a story using this writing prompt: "Introducing: Deep-Fried Semen!" | [
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"content": "“Are you sure about this?” Emily blinked slowly at the strobing carnival lights. The sound of laughter, the ring of prizes bells, and the click-clack of ride erupted from the fairground in an overwhelming cacophony of sound. \r \n\r \nJess took her hand, looking down with the same knowing look she always wore when exposing Emily to something new. “I’m sure. I promise, you’ve never seen anything like it.” She reached out to Emily’s hand and started toward the entrance. \r \n\r \nBoth were carded as soon as they approached. At 6’2 and amply developed, Jess clearly looked old enough to enter. Emily, on the other hand, looked barely a day over 18. Her ID proved that she was, in fact, 25, but at barely 5 feet and rail thin, she looked like waif next to Jess’s huge form. \r \n\r \n“Can’t be too careful.” The clown told them. He was sitting on a stool by the front gate and refused entry to anyone who couldn’t produce an idea. He was also wearing a balloon hat with what had to be the most realistic penis every crafted from inflated latex. Emily was so entranced by the throbbing of its veins that Jess had to pull her past when the clown waved them by. \r \n\r \n“So where to first? Ride some rides? The freakshow? Maybe some carnival food?”\r \n\r \nEmily looked around in amazement at the rush of color, light, and movement. “No idea. I’m following the leader.” Jess gave it barely a moment’s thought before grabbing Emiy’s hand and pulling her through the crowd. \r \n\r \nSoon, they approached a food truck emblazoned with the words, “Deep-Fried Semen!”\r \n\r \n“You’re gonna love this.” Jess assured her, leaning into the window to order. Emily had to stand on her tiptoes to see inside the sliding window. She was greeted by the site of a young woman about her own age, but were Emily’s hair was dark and chin length, the cook inside the wagon was blonde with long, flowing locks. She was also, Emily eagerly noticed, nearly nude except for a strange pink half apron that only (barely) covered her d-cup breasts. \r \n\r \nBelow the waist, the girl sported a very long, very thick and already very erect cock. Emily’s best guess was nearly a foot long, which made her suddenly suspicious about the “Bun Length Wieners” truck next door. \r \n\r \nThe cook must have kept herself right on the edge awaiting new orders, because she immediately turned towards a bank of fryers, gave herself a few quick two handed pumps and unleashed a barrage of thick white ribbons that splattered noisily into the hot oil. Giving herself a quick shake, she reached for a wire paddle, flipping the frying spunk before it browned too much on the one side, and then scooping out the golden brown treat and handing it through the window in a paper carton. Jess gave it the obligatory sprinkle of confectionery’s sugar before handing it across for EMily to try. \r \n\r \nThe crunch of the batter and the sweet rush of sugar were a delight, but it was the explosion of hot spunk hitting your tongue that really made the experience special. It was messy to eat, and Emily had to dab at the dribbles of cum dripping down her neck before they spoiled her t-shirt. \r \n\r \n“Not bad, huh?” Jess smiled, delighting in the release of her own first bite. Emily had to agree it was something special. \r \n\r \nNext up was the freak tent, but before they made it across the ground, a barker got their attention with her cries of challenge. \r \n\r \n“Step right up! Step right up! Test your strength and find out if you weasely wimp or a stunning strong woman. Only two dollars!” \r \n\r \nShe caught Jess staring and singled her out. “What about you, young lady? You look like you might have what it takes. Test your strength and win a prize for your friend.”\r \n\r \nJess couldn’t resist and left Emily holding their tray of fried splooge. She ponied up her two dollars and stepped up onto the raised platform. Immediately, the barker started to gather a crowd. Passers-by stopped for the show and were already shouting words of encouragement. \r \n\r \nThe back wall of the booth was lined with circular cutouts about waist high. From each extended the bare bottom of some anonymous guy or girl, holes exposes to the player and crowds below. Jess sized up the options carefully, walking up and down the line, slipping a finger into a few to judge the best option. \r \n\r \n“The game is simple,” the barker explained for the crowd (and any disembodied readers who might be listening in). “Behind this wall are our seasoned experts. Only the biggest and strongest cocks can impress them. You get one thrust, and if the light above their hole lights up, you’ll win a prize and glory eternal. Are you ready?”\r \n\r \nJess settled on her position, a male bottom two from the end. The bottom was plump and round, deliciously brown, and spread wide. Jess turned to the crowd, lifting her arms to get them shouting, and then, seeing Emily cheering the loudest, reached down to lift the hem of her skirt.\r \n\r \nThe crowd gasped, but then erupted twice as loud as before as Jess hauled her 18 inch monster into view. As thick as a beer car and instantly hard, she turned towards her chosen quarry, aligned the bulbous point of her spear, gripped the handholds on either side of the hole, and thrust herself to the hilt. \r \n\r \n“Holy fucking shit!” A surprised voice called out from the other side of the wall and only a second later, the light above the hole blinked on, releasing a shower of confetti. \r \n\r \nThe crowd went wild. “She did it folks! She did it!. Congratulations young lady, you’ve proven yourself worthy tonight. Step right up and claim your prize!”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A femboy is at his local library when he notices some lady lounging in a bean bag chair staring at him n' blushing... | [
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"content": "Jesse was in the libraries new reading nook, his phone on a desk across from him, as he dropped a quick seductive dance to the song playing in his earbud, a hot new remix of *don't you wish your girlfriend was hot like me*. He did rock the schoolgirl uniform he was wearing better than most girls could. The petite femboy was ultra cute and sweetly sexy, enough that he was really blowing up with engagement. It was always fun to see new fans who didn't quite know his open secret. They tended to get a lot of koi innuendo in the comments, until they caught on.\n\nJesse twirled in his skirt, his pink blonde hair whipping about, and his tan thighs flashing, before dropping it low and twerking for the end of the dance. It was a great take, and he hadn't bothered the librarian yet! As he looked around to make sure that no one was coming over, he noticed that this corner of the library seemed almost deserted. Almost... Except for the lady sitting in the bean bag chair who seemed to be watching him quite intently, a noticeable red blush on her face.\n\nShe was reclining there in a black sundress with long wide sleeves, Her thick, milky thighs on full display, as the dress rode up slightly. She was wearing 5-inch Black, ankle strap wedges, and a silver moon pendant hung into her ample cleavage. Jesse only then noticed that he was staring, and a blush spread over his own face, even as a smirk graced her glossy black lips.\n\nThe curvy goth winked at him. \"Hi. I'm Tabitha. You're a good dancer!\" Her voice was a seductive purr.\n\nJesse smiled. \"I'm Jesse. But you might know me as Jessesecret? It's pretty much the same across all my socials. Dancing's kind of what I do. That and streaming.\"\n\nTabitha shrugged, not apparently recognizing the name. \"I have an occult bookstore. I was going to do a class on witchcraft, but it's the wrong day, and my Uber isn't scheduled to pick me up for another 4 hours. I thought I'd read some Lovecraft and take a nap.\"\n\n\"I hope I didn't disturb you,\" Jesse said, suddenly self-conscious.\n\nTabitha just shrugged one shoulder, her dress slipping down a little more and revealing a bit more of her milky bust. \"It was a pleasant surprise.\" Her eyes trailed down Jesse's body, lingering on his skirt. \"But I have a feeling you're full of pleasant surprises...\" \n\nJesse blushed, covering his mouth as he giggled a little bit. \"How did you know?\" He asked, widening his eyes and gasping like a Japanese schoolgirl.\n\nTabitha bit her lip, somehow managing not to get black lipstick on her teeth. \"I kind of put it together from the innuendo. Also, I had a really good low angle during that skirt twirl...\" \n\nJesse blushed even harder and squealed, turning around. \"Oh my God! I can't believe you saw it!\" \n\nTabitha stood up, walking over towards Jesse. She was probably a little bit taller than him to begin with, and, with her heels on, she pretty much towered over him, making him feel all the more petite. She wrapped her arms around his waist, her soft breasts pressing against his back. He could feel her nipples poking into him... They were pierced. She leans down towards his ear, her dark hair draping over his blonde locks. \"I liked what I saw... Did you?\"\n\nJesse nodded, his bangs shaking, as he felt his cock starting to stir.\n\nTabitha reached a hand underneath his skirt, and she started to stroke his cock through his panties. His cock was only 6 in, but it was nice and thick, and it felt hot and heavy in her hand. She gave it a gentle squeeze, and she could feel how hard he was suddenly starting to get.\n\nThe tall, curvy goth deliberately hugged him tied from behind, smooshing her breasts into his back, as she stroked his cock. She could tell how much he was enjoying it, even through being as flustered as he was, and his cock popped over the front of his panties, as he got fully erect. Her soft fingers felt the smooth, hot skin of his member, and she slowly, languidly rubbed him, her mouth finding his earlobe and nibbling there. Jesse was squirming in her grasp.\n\n\"Think you've got it in you to fuck me?\" She asked, stroking his long blonde hair aside to lick his earlobe.\n\nJesse smirked, a bit of his confidence returning. \"You bet I do!\"\n\nHe turned around, taking hold of the tall goth's head, and he pulled her into a kiss, plunging his tongue into her mouth, is glossy pink lips meeting her glossy black ones. He pushed his thigh between her legs, and he could feel the heat of her pussy on him. She started to grind against him, as she pulled him closer to her. Her breasts were pressed against his neck, her cleavage threatening to engulf his chin, as her tits were squeezed up between the two of them. He squeezed one of her breasts in his hand, reaching underneath her top and finding her nipple. He could feel her large, bumpy areolas on his palm, even as he tweaked her pierced nipple between his fingers. \n\nHe pushed her backwards towards the bean bag chair, and she fell onto it, her tits fully spilling out of her dress. They were two magnificent heavy globes of flash, thin blue veins visible beneath her pale skin, and her teardrop shaped tits shook and wobbled on her chest, nearly riding up to her chin, as she lay on her back.\n\nTabitha spread her thick thighs, pulling up her skirt, and she started to untie her panties, pulling them away from herself.\n\nJesse smiled, and he untied his as well. Exchanging a look with Tabitha. \"Side tie sisters!\" He sang, eliciting a giggle from the busty goth, as he freed his aching cock, already leaking precum from her earlier stroking.\n\nJesse knelt down between her legs, his cock resting just atop her pussy, teasing her pierced clit. He leaned down and kissed her, as he thrust himself inside. Her pussy was tight and lively, squeezing him, even as she wrapped her legs around his body, squeezing him between her thighs as well. She pressed his face into her breasts, and his head was practically swallowed by them, his face fully engulfed in tit flesh. And he started to lick and suck, eliciting moans of pleasure from her, as she rolled her hips and writhed more eagerly with him, meeting each of his thrusts with her eager and hungry cunt.\n\nJesse fucked her rhythmically, his hips twerking for the second time today, as he pushed himself deeper and deeper, is every movement matched by her and welcomed by her body. Soon, he felt her starting to quake underneath him, her pussy milking him, as her climax took hold. Mission accomplished, he let himself go, and he came deep inside her, pumping the busty goth full of femboy cum. He pinned her down and held her there, as his cock stayed tilted in her pussy, its head kissing her womb, as he pumped gulp after gulp of seed into her hungry depths.\n\nHis lips were still wrapped around her nipple, his face engulfed in her tits, and he kept sucking, even as he came inside her. All seemed to only extend her orgasm, and his. By the time the two settled down and caught their breath, they'd almost lost track of time. Jesse pulled her to him and kissed her slowly. They realized where they were, and they quickly started to clean up, accidentally swapping panties in the process, before laughing and realizing their mistake. Two exchanged socials. It turned out that Tabitha's shop would make a great backdrop for a video or two, and Jesse couldn't wait to pay her a visit..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She was under a lot of stress, and she needed frequent mental health breaks. It so happened that, for her, a "mental health break" was masturbating while sucking a cock... | [
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"content": "\"James, get your ass in here!\"\n\nThe voice, strident and demanding came across the intercom. James sighed and rose from his desk. His boss apparently needed him again. Or rather, his.... Slowly he walked up to the door of the office, and knocked. \"You wanted to see me, ma'am?\" he said, before opening the door slowly.\n\nLinda, James' boss, sat at her desk, clicking on something on her computer with a force that suggested she was trying to pummel whatever had raised her ire into submission. To an outside observer, she would have looked perfectly put together, but James had learned to see the signs. The stray strands of hair escaping from her expensively styled hair, the bitemarks on her pens, and, most damningly, the outlines of her naked breasts showing under her blouse. If she had chosen to not wear underwear, she was stressed in a bad way.\n\nLinda raised her eyes and looked at James over her glasses. \"Well? What are you waiting for? You know the drill.\"\n\nJames did, in fact, know the drill. He suppressed a sigh as he unbuckled his belt and let his pants fall to the floor. Linda's eyes lit up as she saw his cock fall from his pants, and she got up from her seat. She walked over to him, high heels clicking against the floor, while she unbuttoned her blouse , giving James a nice view of her tits. She crouched down in front of him, hiking up her black, intensely professional skirt to her waist, before taking his cock into her hand and almost purring with delight. She slowly ran her tongue over the tip, while her other hand snaked it's way down between her legs. \n\nJames simply stood, hands behind his back, eyes closed as he felt Linda's tongue run along his cock while her free hand cradled his balls, gently massaging them. His cock stiffened, eagerly responding to her touch, while his mind just wished she would get it over with. Then, without warning, she thrust her head forward, letting his entire length vanish between her soft lips.\n\nJames knew better than to interfere with his boss' when she was in this mood, so he simply stod quiet, listening to the wet sounds she made both by slurping on his cock, and by plunging her fingers in and out of her soaked slit. Opening his eyes, he looked down, seeing Linda bob her head up and down, stroking his cock with lips, tongue and cheeks, and a small pool of pussy juice and spit form on the floor. \n\nIt didn't take long before James' body decided it had had enough. James clenched his teeth as his cock throbbed, and let his seed spill onto Linda's tongue. He let out a slow breath as relief washed over him. Linda continued to finger herself, as the cum fell from her lips and mingling with the other fluids on the floor, but soon fell to her knees on the floor as her orgasm coursed through her.\n\nAnd just like that, it was over. Linda got to her feet, and went back to her desk. She looked up at James. \"Well! Don't just stand around! Get back to work! What do I pay you for?!\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The women in your life organize a series of quickies, threesomes, and an orgy for your birthday. | [
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"content": "I woke up that morning, like I usually do. I woke up groaned and braced myself for yet another shitty day. Then a thought struck me. It was my birthday. Another monument to another shitty year with nothing to show for it. Stuck in the same old rut. Another day older and deeper in debt, as the song goes. I rolled out of bed and padded out into the bathroom. And damn near had a heart attack.\n\nIn my bathroom, was Jenny. Jenny was my boss secretary, a gorgeous, petite blonde with a high-powered degree and mind like a steel trap. The kind of person who makes everyone feel inadequate. And this morning, she was sitting in my bathroom, wearing nothing but a short bathrobe that managed to conceal everything and show that she was naked underneath at the same time. I pulled back. I pulled back. \"Jen? W...what are you doing here?\" I managed to stammer out, still trying to process what was going on.\r\n\nJenny smiled, the same impish grin that made everyone at the office go weak at the knees. \"A couple of your friends and I decided we'd make today special for you. We know you have had a rough year, and think your good deeds deserve a reward.\" Her voice wasn't the one I knew from work, the brisk, no-nonsense tones of someone who knows what kind of power they have and doesn't take shit, but rather a sultry purr that made the hair on my neck stand on end. And some other things. If Jenny noticed, she didn't care. Instead, she turned around and slid the robe from her shoulders. It dropped to the floor, revealing her slim waist, slender yet perfectly curved hips and firm, perky little butt. \r\n\nWith that, she sashayed into the shower, before looking over her shoulder straight at me. \"So, are you going to join me?\"\r\n\nI scrambled out of my clothes and hurled myself into the shower. The hot water poured down over us, while Jenny began tracing over my chest with her fingers. \"My, my...\" she purred. \"I hadn't realized you were quite this much of a specimen.\" Now, I work out, but I've never thought that my body was anything special. Jenny seemed to disagree, because she leaned against me and slowly kissed my chest. \"You really should show it off a bit more.\" She leaned against me, resting her small, perky, impossibly perfect breasts against my chest, while her finger played across my shoulder. \"So, would you like me to suck your cock? Or would you prefer to fuck me instead?\" \nMy brain shut down. \"Mbwhaaaa?\" was the only thing that came out of my mouth. Jenny didn't bother waiting for a more coherent response. Instead, she crouched down. Her long, slender fingers gently cupped my ballsack, while her tongue slid along the underside of my already fully erect cock. \n\n\"Mmhmm...\" she moaned softly, as she licked the tip, running the tip of her tongue under the rim. I shivered as little electric jolts ran through my entire body, and I leaned against the wall. Jenny looked up at me and smirked. Then, too fast for me to react, she hurled her head forward, taking the entire length of my shaft all the way down, burying her cute little nose in my pubes. Then, she began to suck my cock in earnest. She slammed her head onto my cock, I could feel myself hit the back of her throat every time, while she continued to fondle my balls. A stream of spit fell from her pink lips and fell down her chest, mingling with the water from the shower. I moaned, leaning even harder against the wall, knowing this would all end soon, in spite of praying it would last forever.\n\nIt didn't take more than a few minutes, before my body decided it had had enough. \"Jenny... I'm...\" was all I managed to get out, before I shot my load. Jenny just smiled and sucked down harder on my cock, using her lips, tongue and cheeks to milk out every single drop of cum, and swallowed it all down with a look of delight on her face. She then rose and picked up my soap. \"Now let's get you cleaned up, before breakfast. The girls should have it ready by now.\"\n\nThe girls? I wondered to myself, but I remained silent as I let Jenny wash my body. Maybe this birthday would be a good one...."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [CW] Write a recipe for a magical potion, detailing a list of potentially magical ingredients, and then describe what powers/abilities (and/or side effects) the potion grants upon consumption. | [
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"content": "# A Potion to Enhance the Female Bosom\nEvery woman desires the attention of their preferred sex. Unfortunately, some women are innately more capable of attracting this attention than others merely due to the shape of their body. If you wish to gain this advantage for yourself, you may be interested in this recipe. But be wary, for those who seek what they desire may just acquire it.\n## What You Will Need\n* One cup of milk from the largest udder in the herd\n* Three leaves of Greek hay\n* One wild yam, no smaller than the length of your thumb\n* The royal jelly from a bee princess's chamber\n\n## Preparing the Potion\n* Heat the milk and Greek hay leaves over an open flame until the liquid is barely bubbling.\n* Grate a thumb's length of the wild yam into the mixture. Continue heating until the mixture smells faintly of indigo.\n* Add the royal jelly. When the mixture turns the color of honey, remove from the flame and allow to cool completely. Do not cool with ice in any manner.\n\nDrink the entire potion at once while the sun remains in the sky. Do not stop drinking for longer than one breath. If prepared correctly, your breasts will swell to the size of your head with milk over the span of one night, from dusk to dawn. You will need to express your milk every night to avoid pain, and your teats will leak when you hear the cries of a babe. But such is the price you pay to see your wish come true.\n\nBe warned! If the potion turns red or purple, do not drink it. If you do, your breasts will swell every night until the blood of womanhood ceases to flow, and milk will spill from your bosom without end for that entire duration. Drain the spoiled potion into the dirt and see that milkweeds spring up from the ground, unless your desire is to be held fast to the earth by the weight of your own chest."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You snuck into the teachers lounge after school to pull off your senior prank, instead you saw the hottest teachers and students in an all out secret orgy. | [
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"content": "Nick bounded down the hallway, giddy at the thought of getting away with the best prank he’d ever come up with – raw shrimp in the air vents in the principal’s office, and four chickens spraypainted 1,2,4, and 5 turned loose in the school. They’ll never figure this shit out… \r \nRounding the corner, he noticed that the lights at the end of the hall were on, light spilling out from the classrooms and teacher’s lounge in the senior hall. Slowing to a walk, Nick grew suddenly conscious of the noise the soles of his sneakers made against the freshly waxed floors. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up as he drew slowly closer to the lights, silently cursing the late-working busybodies that he’d need to slip past to leave. \r \n\r \nNick found himself holding is breath as he heard voices. Rustling. Jingling. Giggling. A clop…as if something hit the floor suddenly. His heart in his throat, the senior crept forward, peering into the lounge. The door was slightly ajar, and the hallway was dark enough that he didn’t think anyone would notice him, in spite of his white t-shirt and red basketball shorts. \r \nThe sound he’d heard was, indeed, something hitting the ground. A sneaker. The first sight that came to him was that of Isabela Garcia, a cheerleader. Petite was pretty much an understatement – she was positively tiny. Her uniform disheveled, she sat in Coach Carson’s lap, the older blonde woman’s bountiful breasts cupped in a black lace bra, ready to burst forth. Her white polo shirt and badge tossed carelessly on the floor near one of Izzy’s sneakers. For her part, the little Latina Cheerleader was holding still, as the coach whispered into her ear. \r \n\r \n“Good girl.” \r \n\r \nHer voice was soft, and soothing, as her hands tugged upward on the top, pulling it over her head, catching slightly on the Izzy’s long ponytail. The bow that all the cheerleaders wore in their hair came away with the top – and so did the sports bra that kept her small breasts in place during practice. \r \n\r \n\r \nAs Coach Carson’s hands reached up, cupping Isabela’s chest, she buried her face in the cheerleader’s neck, kissing just behind her ear. \r \nNick felt his cock stiffening in his shorts as he took in his classmate’s body. He’d always been impressed by Isabela, though he knew she had a boyfriend. She was unusually sweet and kind to others, considering the bitchy reputation cheerleaders often have. Always at the top of the pyramid, or doing some insane shit that seemed way too dangerous. Always coming out unscathed. Frequently near the top of her class, too, he recalled as he absentmindedly gripped himself through the soft fabric of his shorts. \r \n\r \nNick jumped, biting his lip, as a fully naked man passed in front of the door – his cock erect, thick, and angry red. The naked man…Coach Bradford, Boys Soccer, paused long enough to nod approvingly at Izzy, before yanking her skirt off, prompting a startled shriek from the petite Latina. Poor thing, panties, socks, and one shoe… he thought, as his eyes followed Bradford. As he craned his neck, he saw another girl – Avery – bent over the desk, her face buried in another teacher’s pussy. Bradford gripped her hips, and unceremoniously thrust his cock into her, slamming her against the desk. Disappointed by the view of the soccer coach’s ass, Nick turned his attention back to Coach Carson and Isabela. \r \nFor her part, the cheerleader had a look of pure ecstasy on her face. Her coach’s hands had found what they sought – one pinching her little nipple, and the other had made its way down into her little blue panties, rubbing between her legs rhythmically, forcefully. The material there was darker, damp with Isabela’s enjoyment. \r \n\r \nAnother naked male approached – a student. Johnny from Basketball. The young man’s cock also painfully erect, and struggling against a black ring at its base, he knelt in front of the cheerleader, and gingerly took her other shoe off, and then her socks, and began sucking her toes as he stroked his cock. \r \n\r \nNick wasn’t sure what to make of this, but his eyes were locked on the action between Isabela’s legs, the pale hand moving. He longed to see what was hidden beneath the thin fabric. \r \n\r \nNick’s attention was briefly disturbed by a grunt – Coach Bradford gasped, leaning over Avery as she was pressed against desk, with his last thrust, deep and hard, it was clear that he’d finished inside of her – and more clear by the groan of protest she let out, her face still buried in an unknown teacher’s cunt. \r \n\r \nBradford withdrew from Avery, and turned toward Johnny, beckoning him over. Johnny, on his knees, slowly made his way toward the coach, who put a hand on the athlete’s shoulder and muttered something. Quickly, Johnny leaned over and licked the juices running out of Avery, before turning his attention to the waiting cock. \r \n\r \nNick quickly decided he didn’t want to see this, so he turned back to Izzy and Carson….finding the cheerleader’s panties dangling from an ankle, her legs spread wide. Shaved bare and glistening in the fluorescent light, the coach’s fingers exploring and pleasing her thoroughly."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [CW] Write a sex scene without using any name for a body part more than once. | [
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"content": "Thankfully, it was a short walk back to Delilah’s place. Drinks had gone well. So had dinner. And now the young lovers found themselves standing on a stoop in the moonlit and daring one another to take the next step. \r \n\r \nEyes locked and the butterfly glow of nerves blossomed deep in her stomach. Delilah whispered, “Do you want to come in?” \r \n\r \nThat was all that Rebecca needed. She brushed a renegade strand of auburn hair behind her ear and leaned down for the kiss.\r \n\r \nTheir lips met in sweetness and excitement, hearts pounding to the same syncopation as eager digits pawed at the door before spilling into the small apartment, a mass of arms and body heat already shedding a cascade of clothing before the latch clicked shut again. \r \n\r \nThey had each other equally there on the living room floor. Delilah’s tongue tasted the salt of Rebecca’s throat, as her lover’s hand pressed into supple inner thigh for the very first time.\r \n\r \nTime raced frantic and excited as the two twenty-somethings discovered the subtle places on one another's bodies. Gentle caresses and the shiver of sensation quickly give way to eager probing and salacious exploration\r \n\r \nLabia parted in moist delight as the taste of desire filled the other’s mouth. There in the semi-darkness, lit only by the blueish glow of a too bright clock on the end table, nipples throbbed with drumbeat pulses, and the scintillation of animal passion filled the room. \r \n\r \nRebecca raced to the mountain top, her white knuckle grip in Delilah’s dark curls both pulling and pushing her ever closer to release. Delilah’s lungs cried out for air, but nevertheless, she persisted.\r \n\r \nRebecca screamed, hips arching up into Delilah’s smiling face. As the spams subsided, the tables also turned, and Rebecca half crawled, half pounced on Deliliah’s prone form. Rebecca tasted herself on Delilah breath, and wasted no time entering her lover’s body with her two middle fingers, arched and soon pumping with all the desire burning inside her brain. \r \n\r \nDelilah held her lover’s forearm, feeling every tendon and cord as Rebecca flexed and pounded, and soon, Delilah saw her own distant mountain top racing ever closer. \r \n\r \n“I’m…so close.” She moaned. \r \n\r \n“I know.” Rebecca purred back, and that was music to Delilah’s ears. \r \n\r \nCore muscles clenched as vocal cords erupted, and Delilah’s delicate tunnel seized on the thrusting intrusion. She took longer to come down, but to be far, Rebecca was reluctant to stop thrusting. \r \n\r \nFinally, they collapsed together, two spent playthings destined for many nights of fiery passion but happy to revel here and now in the post coital glow of release."
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"content": "*Note: kinda combined this with another prompt.*\n\nReplacement Wife\n\n\n\"I want to make an announcement.\" Lisa said this, her shoulders back and her chest puffed out. I tried not to chuckle at her sense of the dramatic. I suppose this is what makes her so good at presentations for her job. I looked across the table at Jill who was similarly stifling a laugh. \n\n\nI was genuinely shocked when Lisa and Jill started to become close as friends. She often came over for supper a few times a week. Having my childhood friend over so much was a blast. We would pop in a good head to head video game while Lisa made supper.\n\n\n\"Thanks to my new position at work I need to travel a lot. So I decided that Jill is the only woman I trust to satisfy your needs while I'm gone.\" Lisa said with a wide grin. Jill and I stared at Lisa and then each other.\n\n\nIt's not like Jill is unattractive, but we had been friends since we were toddlers. \"Are you trying to have a threesome?\" Jill asked confused as to what was happening. Looking between her and my wife was a study in contrast. Jill dressed in T-shirts or tank tops and wore cargo pants most of the time. People made jokes about her being a lesbian all the time but she wasn't. She just didn't like all the extra effort most girls did.\n\n\n\"No\" Lisa said with a girlish giggle. \"I'm just saying that while I'm gone. I wouldn't consider it cheating if you two hooked up.\"\n\n\nI looked over to Jill as she pushed stray brown hair out her eyes. The two of us locked eyes. We both tried to figure out what my wife was saying. \"Um… when are you going to the convention?\" Jill asked obviously trying to change the subject as she stabbed her food.\n\n\n\"Why are you anxious to get started?\" Lisa teased. Everyone at the table grew silent. Jill excused herself afterwards and went home.\n\n\n\"What the hell, Lisa?\"\n\n\n\"What?\" Lisa looked legitimately confused. \n\n\n\"You know Jill is shy about sex and stuff.\"\n\n\n\"I know, but that's why I'm trying to help her out. She has been telling me how lonely she was and I thought I'd help.\" Lisa responded.\n\n\n\"Dear, we've been friends since we could walk. I think I'd know if she was interested…\"\n\n\n\"Oh, she seemed plenty interested when I showed her your dick pics. She's just being shy.\"\n\n\n\"Wait, you showed her my dick pics?\" I couldn't believe what my wife was doing. We went to bed that night and she left for her trip the next day. \n\n\nThat afternoon Jill came over for a basketball game. This wasn't unusual for us. Jill was wearing guy's basketball shorts and a tank top. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail as usual. After a bit she was sweating buckets. So, she pulled her shirt off and played in her sports bra. Still not out of the ordinary, but after dinner the night before… well, I noticed.\n\n\nAfter that I got distracted and she got a good lead in the points. After she inevitably won, we talked while drinking water. \"Sorry about last night. Lisa can get weird.\" I apologized and Jill smiled.\n\n\n\"It's fine.\" Jill wasn't super talkative. My eyes drifted down to the well defined abs. She was always athletic but this was a setp up for her. She noticed my eyes lingering on her stomach.\n\n\n\"You've been working out a lot lately.\" I felt embarrassed.\n\n\n\"Yeah, I picked up some bodybuilding exercises. Like light bodybuilding. You should see what good leg exercises can do for someone's butt.\" Jill said excitedly.\n\n\n\"Oh, I bet.\" I caught myself staring at her legs.\n\n\n\"Do you mind if I use your shower so I can get ready for a date?\" Jill asked.\n\n\n\"Oh, sure.\" It was kind of odd but not unheard of for her to use our shower. I led her to the bathroom then told her I would be back with a towel. The door was closed when I got back and I didn't think twice. I walked in to hand her the towel and she stood there naked. It's obvious she had been waiting for me.\n\n\nJill is the exact opposite of my wife. Lisa is short and curvy while Jill is very close to my height and slender. Her nipples poked straight out and the sight of them made my mouth water. \"I was thinking about what Lisa said, and was wondering if you ever thought about me that way?\"\n\n\n\"Yea, graduation night.\" I reminded her.\n\n\n\"Oh god we were both so drunk. Could you remind me?\" She stepped forward and pressed her naked body against my sweaty shirt. \"If you hadn't cum as soon as I touched it, you would have been my first.\"\n\n\n\"I fixed that problem.\" I chuckled as I grabbed Jill's toned ass. \n\n\n\"I gathered as much from Lisa.\" Jill whispered in my ear as she rubbed my crotch through my basketball shorts. \"When we got drunk during girls night, Lisa showed me those pics. Made me think I wanted a second chance.\"\n\n\n\"Lucky, for you Lisa is willing to share.\"\n\n\n\"Oh, you're gonna feel like the lucky one because I haven't had sex in a year and I'm gonna drain those balls of yours.\" Jill pulled my shorts down while dropping to her knees. Her lips engulfed my shaft and her hands delicately manipulated my ball sack. I couldn't take it for long. I needed to experience the rest of her.\n\n\nSo, I pulled away from her and led her out into the living room I didn't want to fuck her on a bathroom floor. She demurely complied and bent over the arm of my couch. I finally got a look at her naked ass and slid a finger into her carefully trimmed pussy. Her muscles welcomed my finger in. \"Jake! I can't take it any longer. Stick it in!\"\n\n\nI pulled my finger and held her in place with a hand firmly gripping one hip while guiding my member closer. The tip pressed between her velvet lips. \"Tell me what you want in you. I need to know what you need.\"\n\n\n\"Your cock, put your cock in me. I need to feel you cum in me.\" She moaned as the head of it went in. Then Jill pushed back hard and we started a wild rhythm. Both of us were still sweaty from the game. The light glistened on her toned back as I grabbed a fistful of hair and gently tugged back. Her brown hair is usually in a ponytail but she had it flowing wild and free now.\n\n\nI was honestly surprised that she came first. She stopped pushing back and shook slightly as the orgasim rattled from her head to her feet, leaving her with shaking legs.\n\n\nThat was too much for me. I came inside her soon after. \"Jill, I'm gonna cum.\"\n\n\n\"Don't pull out! Fill me up!\" She shouted so loud that I was worried the neighbors in the next house overheard. She fell into an exhausted pile on the arm of the couch.\n\n\nWe took a shower together and then played some video games and waited for a pizza. It was fun but distracting to play a woman who refuses to wear a shirt. By time the pizza guy got there the game was paused and one of her thick eraser head nipples was in my mouth.\n\n\nJill had a second load in her before she left for the night. Within a few minutes of her leaving the house Lisa called. \"So, you went through with it, babe?\" She sounded smug.\n\n\n\"Jill texted you?\" \n\n\n\"Yeah, I was waiting until you did to tell you something…\" As she said it a nervous lump formed in my chest. \"I'm infertile.\" The weight lifted.\n\n\n\"Oh, dear. I'm sorry to hear that.\"\n\n\nI could hear Lisa's voice crack slightly. \"I know you really want kids and I thought…\"\n\n\n\"I wish you did this in person so I could hug you. Don't worry about kids…\" I told her.\n\n\n\"That's the thing.\" Lisa made a sniffle. \"When she was drunk Jill told me a few things.\"\n\n\n\"She told me tat you found out about graduation night.\"\n\n\n\"Did she tell you about her breeding fantasy?\" Lisa asked.\n\n\n\"Oh god….\" I realized that we didn't use condoms and Jill was so happy to get creamier. She even grabbed me to stop a pullout the second time. \"That makes so much sense.\"\n\n\n\"Just have fun and maybe…\" Lisa wasn't sounding as vibrant as usual. \"And maybe talk up the breeding angle. It will turn her on.\"\n\n\nThe next day Jill came over to hang out. I could tell she was nervous things would be weird. \"Hey, Jake. Did you want to play some ball or…\" She asked he asked nervously. Jill was dressed in her usual cargo pants and shirt. So she was dressing differently.\n\n\n\"Actually, I'm kind of tight from yesterday. I was thinking of hitting the hot tub.\" I said, grabbing my back.\n\n\n\"I didn't bring a swimsuit.\" She said with a shy smile.\n\n\n\"Don't worry about that. Let's just grab some beers and get in.\" I said.\n\n\n\"Actually…\" Jill looked anxious. \"I'll pass on the beer.\" She said as she walked in and the door slammed behind her.\n\n\n\"Why?\" I leaned over and whispered into her ear. \"Do you think you're pregnant?\" She froze as I put a hand on each of her hips. \"Why don't you stay here until Lisa gets back? I can guarantee I'll have you bred by then.\" \n\n\nShe didn't say a word. Jill just dropped to her knees and unbuckled my pants. After she got me hard I fucked her doggy style right ther at the entrance of my house. \n\n\nThe next couple days were such a blur that I lost track of time and Lisa came home to see us passed out and naked in the living room. \"You guys want supper?\" \n\n\nIt was odd having a meal with my wife and my friend who I came in so much that I lost count. Lisa and Jill both seemed happy so I just went with it. \n\n\nMonths later Jill had an announcement. She was pregnant. Lisa went wild with excitement. \n\n\nLisa was so happy she kissed Jill. At first Jill was hesitant, but then she returned the kiss. Before I knew it the two women were stripping each other. Each of them took a load before we were done. \n\n\nJill moved in with us and before long her pregnancy was showing. I enjoy seeing the changes in Jill's body. Her breasts swelled and her flat athletic abs grew to a paunch. Then she kept growing.\n\n\nLisa was so excited to have the new baby. Jill became a stay at home mom and designated breeder, while me and Lisa earned for the house. After three children we called it good. Jill has always been a good friend but I never thought she would be such a good breeder and mom."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PI]"something involving a assexual succubus" | [
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"content": "\nit was quick, ephemeral, instantaneous... it was so quick that she even had difficulty confirming that it happened.\n\n\"Hey Ned, thanks for inviting me to this event\"\n\nat that moment Ned smiles\n\n\"I thank you for coming. Whenever you come, everything gets better\"\n\nlike this, several dialogues followed through the day. they talked, joked, made new friends and played together.\n\nthis went on for hours until at one point a group gathered at the event to spin the bottle.\n\nat that moment something remarkable happened, Lilith and Ned were chosen to kiss by the bottle.\n\nLilith says with a surprised face:\n\n\"Are we really going to kiss?\"\n\nso ned says\n\nwe got into the game then...\n\nat that moment they kiss and Lilith proves something she never felt.\n\nshe felt for the first time a light but terribly appetizing lust.\n\nher mouth, breasts, pussy and ass salivated like she had never felt. for the first time she felt the psychological pain of hunger.\n\nshe wanted this man to appease her hunger, but at the same time she wanted him to feel good, she wanted to be with him always and she wanted him to know the whole truth.\n\nIs this the love that the doctor said? Is this feeling what makes humans date?\n\nthese thoughts punished Lilith until, out of control, she said:\n\n\"Ned, do you want to be my boyfriend?\"\n\nat that moment Ned had a peak of lust and Lilith's hunger reached something it had never reached before.\n\n\"I don't know what to say Lili... but I like you too. I really want to be your boyfriend\"\n\nAt that moment the two kiss again.\n\nthe kiss is soft and sweet like no other in the world could be.\n\nfor a few more moments they enjoy it until Lilith passes out in the middle of the event.\n\nscared Ned calls an ambulance and Lilith is taken to a hospital.\n\ngetting there Ned stays with the girl until in a few moments Lilith's false form begins to fall apart.\n\nscared Ned almost retreats but something stops him. he feels that girl is true.\n\nat that moment time seems to stop, a portal opens and two demons cross through it.\n\n\"yeah... it looks like our daughter won't make it... let's take her home so she can die with dignity\"\n\nat that moment Ned reacts\n\n\n\"Who are you? How did you get in here?\"\n\nat that moment, Lilith's parents are surprised. how could he still see their daughter? how could this human see them?\n\nit would only be possible if he had somehow made a pact with Lilith. but how could he have made a pact with a sexless succubus? that would be impossible, unless it was the legendary love...\n\n\"hey kid you care about our daughter ne?\"\n\nat that moment without thinking twice Ned says\n\n\"More than anything else in this whole world\"\n\nso at that moment Lilith's parents in despair tell the whole truth and at that moment Ned says\n\n\"So I just need to have sex with her to save her life?\"\n\nand then the woman's parents confirm by saying\n\n\"That's exactly it. But since she hasn't eaten for a long time, she might lose control. You might even die. Are you really willing to do that?\"\n\n\"I accept\" replies Ned without thinking twice.\n\nat that moment the girl's parents wake her up with a strange plant. a plant known to awaken and unleash a succubus' instincts. much used by timid succubi.\n\nthen Lilith's parents say goodbye\n\n\"now it's up to you champ. good luck with our daughter\"\n\nsuddenly Lilith wakes up, like a beast in heat she pushes Ned onto the bed, pulls down his underwear and pants and pulls his hard penis out\n\n\"What are you doing Lili?\"\n\ncompletely taken over by her instincts Lilith could barely hear\n\nthen in one mouth motion she takes all of Ned's cock in her mouth.\n\nat that moment Ned starts moaning as the girl takes the penis in his throat as a human woman would take a dildo in her clitoris.\n\nshe puts it deeper and deeper, she goes faster and faster until Ned without realizing it begins to penetrate her mouth like an animal in heat crosses.\n\nafter a few moments of pleasure your penis spurts semen for the first time.\n\nvisibly Lilith's body seemed to improve, as if the malnutrition magically diminished a little.\n\nat that moment, Lilith pushes Ned who was already wobbly directly onto the bed.\n\nat that moment Lilith places Ned's penis between her huge breasts.\n\n\nafter Tittyfuck the girl spreads her legs and they proceed to have vaginal sex.\n\nagain the entire process repeats itself.\n\nafter vaginal sex they proceed to an assjob.\n\nand finally her body takes his penis and puts it in the opening of the anus.\n\nlittle by little Lilith's huge and wonderful ass swallows Ned's penis.\n\n\"this is really good... it's even better than...\"\n\nbut Ned loses the strength to speak.\n\nwithout realizing it, his body began to move on its own, his pleasure was so much that it clouded his senses, his thoughts, his words.\n\nwithout noticing it penetrated faster and faster, more intensely and more passionately.\n\nthe pleasure in Lilith's body was so great that she ended up regaining consciousness.\n\n\"what... ah... this... ahhh \"\n\nwithout even being able to assemble words, her body is lost in the powerful wave of pleasure.\n\nher ass moves in circles, up, down and holds her beloved's penis as if it were a treasure that she would never abandon.\n\n\nthey move together, faster and stronger and in greater synchrony.\n\nhe lost himself in the incredible sensation of her soft ass massaging his body in contrast to her strong, inviting anus.\n\nshe was already delighted in the hot, strong and gentle penis of her beloved.\n\nin a few more movements they both come and at his peak of pleasure Ned passes out.\n\na few hours later he wakes up, being fed at home by his girlfriend but this time in his true form from the beginning.\n\n\"I'm sorry Ned, but I lost control... I hope you understand and that you still like me....\"\n\n\"Of course I love you! Your parents told me everything and I want you to know. Even if I have to go through this every day, you're worth it. I wouldn't know how to live without your company in class, in the rpg or even in restaurants... I love you and I need you\"\n\nat that moment Liliam kisses Ned and starts to cry.\n\n\n\"I love you too! I want to be with you always. But I'm going to need at least 3 meals a day to be fine... are you available?\"\n\nNed then says scared\n\n\"so I'm going to have to go through all this every day to take care of you? I'm going to have to become much more resilient...\"\n\nLilith then gently slaps her boyfriend\n\n\"you don't have to do everything... just choose a place on my body for each meal and make love there... then I'll be fed... although I would always love to have dessert in my ass...\"\n\nso at that moment Ned kisses her.\n\n\"so it will be my love. 3 meals a day. main dish varying per meal and anal dessert at every meal. so are you happy my love?\"\n\nLilith again kisses her beloved and thus begins their happy relationship.\n\nwhat did you think of the story? criticism? praise? Anyway, I apologize if my text had any problems. English is not my native language."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You are hours deep into exploring this abandoned bunker complex when you stumble upon an intact Stasis Chamber. | [
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"content": "Author's note: I got a little too into the sci-fi setting, and it ended up being pretty long. If this gets popular, I might also considering continuing it as well, but that remains to be seen.\n\n.\n\n\"That's a bust, too, I guess.\"\n\nJohnathan grimaced as he stepped over the rubble and debris. The bunker had seemed like a goldmine at first; an ancient ruin, recently discovered and completely untouched by scavengers. If it had been made during the mind wars of the 25th century, or the AI holocaust of the 27th, there would definitely be tons of valuable parts here that he could collect and sell.\n\nNow, though, he realised why it was so untouched. Johnathan had been walking around for two hours now, brushing aside cobwebs and investigating hundreds of dilapidated rooms to no avail. There was nothing here to scavenge; not a single micro-processor, nor even a simple plasma battery. Already, the humid atmosphere had him sweating buckets, and his metallic overalls weighed heavily on his exhausted body. It was clearly a waste of time.\n\nIn fact, Johnathan suspected that this bunker was not a few centuries but an entire _millennia_ old, hailing from the primitive 20th century. If so, that would explain the utter lack of any useful scraps whatsoever.\n\n\"Damn. Should I go back? Maybe I'll earn more scavenging the incinerator...\" Johnathan scratched the back of his head and turned around, intending to leave.\n\nHe had just begun to walk back to the entrance when he saw it: a dim, bluish glow coming from a room to his right.\n\nJohnathan's eyes sparkled. He had been a scavenger for half a decade now, starting at just 14, and one thing he had learned was that light meant treasure. Technology was worth a fair bit even as scraps; just imagine how valuable a working machine could be!\n\nEagerly, Johnathan rushed inside to see what was producing the blue light. His guess was on point: in front of him stood a large, cylindrical capsule with wires attached all around it. \"Jackpot!\" He punched the air in victory, grinning madly. This was a stasis chamber, designed to cryo-freeze people until they were revived in the far future. They went for thousands, being extremely rare. An intact one would sell for a fortune.\n\nEven as he imagined all the things he would buy, however, Johnathan noticed another disconcerting fact: floating within the murky liquid, he could just make out the form of another person.\n\n_Shit._\n\nHe approached the chamber slowly, inching forwards until he was close enough to touch the machine. At this distance, it was even clearer: that was a human being inside. The rules were clear: stasis chambers were to be sold _empty_. Trembling, Johnathan's hand went to a large red level on the side. Although the paint was chipped, there was enough left to read the inscription on it: 'eject'.\n\n_It's just a corpse. It's just a corpse. Just. A. Corpse._ He talked to himself for a moment, convincing himself that this was what he was supposed to do. Then, taking a deep breath, Johnathan readied himself a pulled the lever."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "As I lay dying in the burning cruel sands a masked woman strode up to me. I shall never forget her piercing wintry blue eyes." | [
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"content": "The sun stood high, an oppressive ruler casting its relentless gaze over a kingdom of endless sand. The desert stretched to infinity, its vastness broken only by the occasional cluster of cacti or the distant silhouette of sandstone cliffs. The sky was a brilliant, almost artificial shade of blue, devoid of clouds, offering no shield against the sun's tyranny. \nAmidst this unforgiving landscape lay a solitary figure, motionless except for the faint rise and fall of his chest. Beads of sweat had formed a glistening film on his tanned skin, and every shallow breath he took stirred the fine sand beneath him, causing it to dance and swirl like a phantom. \nTakoda's normally fierce brown eyes, repositories of countless tribal stories and battles, now squinted weakly, their fire dimmed. His muscular form, honed from years of tribal rituals and hunts, was sprawled awkwardly, a symbol of his defeat. The marks on his body, some fresh and some old, spoke of confrontations, but none as treacherous as the sun's embrace. \nIn the sky vultures circled, patient and predatory. They were mere witnesses waiting for an opportunity. Their hopes rested in his weakening heartbeat. If it stilled and his final breath fled from his body, they would come swooping down, ready to take what was rightfully theirs. \nAs Takoda lay dying in the burning cruel sands, tunnel vision taking over his senses, blue eyes gazing down on him. They appeared so inviting, a sanctuary of coolness and solace, like a mirage in the arid wasteland that threatened to engulf him. \nThe masked face that shrouded the eyes seemed more suited to a masquerade in an elaborate manner than the desert's open landscape. Who was this mysterious stranger looming above him? Another part of this mirage conjured up by his mind? He would have surely questioned the oddness of such an apparition, but there was not a moment left to think. \nLike a shaman weaving magic, the stranger wrenched him away from his fate. At the tip of the blue-eyed specter's saddle, where Takoda had been cast, a canteen hung, dangling before Takoda, the waters within its belly stirring in waves of hope. \nTakoda closed his eyes, the colors dancing inside his mind merging and melting. Had death found him already? Was his body now sinking into a fathomless ocean? \nA gentle drip upon his forehead, then another. \nLila looked nervously around as she hydrated the burning skin of the stranger, afraid that the unmarked terrain was concealing hidden enemies. It was not beyond the sheriff's cunning to set a trap. He might have planted decoys and let the sun do his dirty work. But even knowing the possibility, she couldn't just leave this dying man to suffer and perish in the sun. \nShe looked down to assess the severity of the situation. The stranger was a young man, broad-chested and well-muscled. His skin was a deep bronze, kissed by the sun's rays every day of his life. He was dressed in what was likely the customary garb of his people, though she could not place the tribe from the clothing alone. His long black hair and beads marked him as someone who took pride in his heritage. \nBut it was his eyes that drew her in, pools of dark brown, like a wooded lake with moss-covered rocks below, inviting and secluded. She could see that he had known pain and struggle, yet still held an unwavering fire. \nAs she knelt beside him, the man groaned softly and clutched at his stomach. Lila grimaced, her eyes drifting to the angry gash that marred his abdomen. The wound oozed blood, a crimson river spilling over his flesh and staining the sand beneath him. \nHe was too heavy to lift, too weak to carry. And as time ticked onward, his life ebbing away. He would surely die within the hour if not given medicine. \nLila furrowed her brow, weighing her options. A difficult choice lay before her, one she knew could change the course of not only his life but also her own. She hesitated, but only for a moment. Then, as quickly and carefully as she could, she took him by his armpits to drag him back toward her mount. \nEven though he weighed heavily upon her and each tug was a physical battle, she couldn't afford to go slowly. Sheriff Rayford's men may show up at any time, and they would not hesitate to shoot. And so she pushed past her pain and fatigue, digging her boots into the loose soil and using whatever leverage she could find to propel him across her horse's back. \nAll the while, she kept a careful watch, alert for danger. \nFinally, after what felt like an eternity, she succeeded in maneuvering his prone body up onto her stallion. Then, with a heavy breath and a final glance over her shoulder, she heaved herself up behind him, her legs aching from exertion. \nAs soon as Lila had secured the dying stranger's limp body, she gripped the reins tightly and began to dig her heels into the flanks of the creature she was riding. With an instinctive obedience, the beast knew not to linger here but to hurry onward. She knew the sound of approaching riders was always a concern, and it would have been a disaster had Sheriff Rayford shown up at the crime scene. \nWhile Lila rode off in a cloud of sand, her canteen lay leaking onto the dry, cracked earth, the vultures let out their triumphant cry and began their slow, purposeful descent from the clouds. \n\\*\\*\\* \nTakoda's dreams took him into the depths of his mother's longhouse, where the wooden beams curved overhead and the smoke hole above the fire pit was just large enough to allow the fumes to escape. He was still a boy then. He ran his fingers along the weathered posts and beams as he walked to the central fire where the rest of the tribe sat, their faces illuminated by the warm glow. His father spoke to him, telling him a story that Takoda could not remember. He tried to lean closer and listen, but he couldn't understand the words. They echoed, distorted and fuzzy as if he were underwater. \nThen he was outside in the open plains, watching as the wolves gathered and waited for the hunt to begin. Their breath hung in the air in icy puffs, and the stars were so close overhead that he thought he could reach out and touch them. There was snow on the ground, and the crunch under his feet filled him with anticipation. This was his first hunt, and he was eager to prove himself. \nAs he was preparing his bow, ready to join his father and the other members of the tribe, a whisper echoed from deep within the trees. A soft, seductive voice, like a feather brushing against his ear. \nHe turned toward it, his curiosity rising like a wave. And as he stepped further into the darkness, his feet were no longer cold and numb, but bare and light. He was floating now, flying among the constellations, free and safe. \nHe awoke from a restless half-slumber, the exhaustion having overwhelmed him despite the agony it brought. His entire body was heavy and stiff, and every movement, no matter how slight, sent a wave of nausea and light-headedness surging through him. The world around him was hazy as if seen through a thick mist or a curtain of rain, and his limbs felt leaden and weak. \nHis eyes could see the gentle flame of a lamp and the silhouette of the woman whose care he was in. She was busy cleaning his wounds with a cloth. However, all else was lost on him. All was black, except where the lamp's orange-and-yellow light reached out in rays from a circle above his body. \nEven those images were warped, twisted by the shadows on the woman's mask. \n\"Can you hear me?\" she asked, her voice muffled and indistinct. \nHe stared blankly at her, not fully comprehending her words. Her voice came to him as a hollow echo, his mind unable to make sense of them in his current condition. \nThen his vision blurred, and she faded away as if sinking into a dark pool. A veil fell across his eyes, and the blackness took hold. \nSometime later, when Takoda awoke once again. This time, however, the pain in his belly had subsided, and his mind was more alert. He lay in a bed covered in fur pelts and soft wool blankets. The walls were made of logs, and a fire crackled softly in a stone hearth. His body felt weak and heavy, and the wound in his abdomen throbbed with each beat of his heart. \nThe woman who had rescued him was asleep beside him. She had taken off her mask, revealing a tangle of red hair and freckles. Her face was relaxed, and he watched the flames flickering across her skin, casting her in shadow and light."
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"content": "Sarah had always been shy. She was the kind of person who would spend her free time reading in the library, squeak in surprise when she bumped a stranger's shoulder, and generally just keep to herself in school. This wasn't to say that she had no friends; she had an amazing, dedicated friend group that hung out with her every week, despite her introverted nature.\n\nUltimately, it was this friend group that persuaded her to try something new.\n\n\"Come on, Sarah, it'll be fun!\" Brittany, her tall, blonde female friend patted her on the back encouragingly. \"Look, you're always dressed in those drab clothes - why not try something else?\" She gestured to Sarah's outfit, which consisted of a modest blouse and ankle-length skirt, as well as a pair of black rectangular glasses.\n\n\"She has a point, you know.\" David, one of her closets guy friends, touched her arm gently. \"Why not give it a try?\" Truth be told, Sarah had a crush on him, and would swoon to do whatever he told her if it meant getting a date. This time, though - this one time - she refused.\n\n\"Guys, I said no.\" She stood up sharply, forcing both of them to retract their arms, and turned around. \"Look,\" Sarah said, \"I don't like these kinds of things, okay? What was it called - 'Come as you arent'? Well, I'm not going. It's going to be full of weirdos and creeps and I'll likely faint from exhaustion in the first hour.\" \n\nSarah was set in her ways. Despite her nature, she resolved _never_ to give in to this kind of peer pressure, and would stand her ground until time immemorial. She crossed her arms, pouted, and sat down, resolute in her decision.\n\n\"If you go, I'll buy you the latest James Bourton book.\"\n\nSarah beamed and immediately agreed.\n\n.\n\nBrittany dressed her up the next day. Sarah accompanied her friend as they flitted from store to store, looking at all the fancy clothing and expensive jewellery. A few times, Sarah spotted something she liked, but Brittany pulled her away from the conventional clothes. \"Comes as you _aren't_, remember? Nothing like your usual clothes - we'll find you something so drastic that even David will swoon for you.\" She said, ignoring all of Sarah's protests.\n\nThey looked for an hour before Brittany finally stopped, admiring a set of clothing in a storefront window. \"Now this, this is perfect.\"\n\nSarah grimaced when she saw the outfit. It was, of course, pure midnight in colour. The clothing itself consisted of a long, skintight dress. It had a plunging neckline that revealed far too much cleavage, and even on the mannequin it was clear just how tightly it would fit on her lower body. Accompanying it was a pair of black, high-heeled shoes. \"Just try it!\" Brittany nudged her forward, and despite her apprehension, Sarah agreed.\n\nThe outfit was skimpy, alright. To begin with, Sarah had always been well-endowed; her breasts were perky and _at least_ D-cups, while her ass was shapely and nicely sized. Normally, she would use her baggy clothing to hide all of this, but the skintight dress fully revealed every element of her curvy body. The plunging neckline was even more revealing than she had thought, showing off a healthy chunk of her perky tits. The lower portion of the dress clung to her ass so tightly that she could clearly see its outline, and it was so short that her underwear would show whenever she sat down. She even felt awkward walking around in the shoes, which rang out loudly with every step. Simply put, it was the most outrageous outfit she had ever worn in her life.\n\n\"I love it!\" Brittany squealed and clapped when she saw Sarah walk out of the changing room. \"One more thing.\" Sarah's eyes widened when she picked up out a long, leather whip. Before she could protest, Brittany had already run up to the cashier and paid for the whole thing. \"To complete the set!\" She said, grinning, and passed it to Sarah.\n\nHer face was flushed red as the two of them walked home. Sarah could feel the stares of strangers on her body, and her exposed skin felt cold even in the hot afternoon sun. Worst of all was David's reaction; when he saw her figure, he couldn't help but break out into a grin. \"I see you're prepared for the party.\" All Sarah could do was nod in burning embarrassment.\n\nFinally, they arrived at the party. Truth be told, despite the outrageous outfit she wore, Sarah was rather excited for the event. She had been alone for far too long; now, with the chance to take on an entirely new personality, she finally had the chance to try something new.\n\nSarah glanced over at David. For this event he had gone for a 'country boy' look, donning a loose shirt and a pair of jeans instead of his customary casual attire. His toned muscles were clearly defined in the simple clothing, and Sarah's mouth was already watering at the new and hot look. _Just you want, David._\n\n_Today, I'll make you fall for me._\n\nThe doors opened to a hive of music and dancing, of talk and laughter. Normally, Sarah would be intimidated by the environment. _This_ Sarah, however, was well acquainted with it. She strutted in, her dress flexing and stretching around her figure as she moved about. Her high heels were incredibly loud against the marble floor, and attracted the attention of the entire party towards her figure. She could feel even more eyes on her, scanning her body, lingering on her breasts and buttocks. Undoubtedly, there were men about who got hard just looking at her curvy body; for some reason, instead of shame, she felt empowered by that fact.\n\nAlthough the attention dissipated quickly, a large crowd remained around Sarah, admiring her body and complementing her figure. She found herself the subject of numerous conversations, and managed to take both praise and criticism in stride. With the newfound popularity, she felt...invigorated. It was a new sensation, but not an unpleasant one, and she found herself laughing and talking with other partygoers rather easily."
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"content": "*Splitting away from the tour group, I crawl into the secret area. Using my phone to light the way. The entirety of the tourist attraction has a layer of dust and cobwebs. But this area was clean, not a single speck of dust.*\n\n*I enter a large room after going through the crawl space, looking around. Coming across various equipment. Whips, metal cages, even various metal rods that look like dildos. It looks like they were well kept. As if someone was regularly tending to them, as they hadn’t had any sign of wear nor rust.*\n\n*They don’t seem to be part of the tourist attraction, as there were no plaques that labels or describe the various items. Although, one item has drawn my attention. It was a large Iron Maiden. What was this doing here? The Iron Maiden was a torture device, meant to impale their victims. There was even one that was displayed in the torture hall.*\n\n*Getting close, I notice it has a slick layer of something. I thought it was grime, but feeling it, it felt more like a lubricant. Strange.*\n\n“Now, what is your function…” *I look around it, trying to find a way to open it. There wasn’t a handle on its doors, but there doesn’t seem to be any other way to open it.*"
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"content": "Dave checked his list. His package route was almost done for the day, with just one more house to go. And it was a house he was not sure how to feel about. It was listed as a super's house, which could cause problems. Supers could be unpredictable at the best of times. Dave shuddered at what might happen if it was not the best of times for the resident.\n\nBut, he had a job to do, and he would be damned if he wasn't going to do it. The package was small, soft, and deceptively heavy. Not to the point where he could not handle it, but it would be a good workout. \n\nThe house looked normal, but Dave doubted it actually was. There could be any number of oddities about it. None of which was Dave's problem. All he had to do was deliver the package and go. His first obstacle: the door. He knocked as loud as he could, with no answer. He tried a few times before moving on to the bell. Or rather, the intercom, as he soon found.\n\n\"Hello?\" Came the response. It was a woman's voice. Hopefully that would not cause any problems. \n\n\"Yes, hi, Ms. Riser? I've got a package for you.\"\n\n\"A package? Oh! Yes, I know what it is! Great, come on in.\"\n\nDave was not actually supposed to go into a person's house, but it was hard to argue with someone with super powers. Sure he did not know what hers were yet, but that hardly mattered. At least the door opened easily enough.\n\n\"Uh, Ms. Riser?\" He called. \n\n\"In here!\" She called.\n\nHe followed the voice. It did not take long to find her. And he immediately knew what her powers were. She was a strength type, as shown by the exercise she was doing. She was curling weights that looked like they belonged in a sci-fi story, and glowed with a dull blue light. Although they did not look like much, Dave had seen them before. They could easily weigh more than the house, depending on the settings she was using.\n\nHe quickly let his eyes move along her figure. Her very dramatic figure. The figure that was clad in skin tight athletic gear. Shorts that did little to cover her long legs, and seemed made to call attention to her sculpted bubble butt. A top that strained against her massive breasts, and showed off her midriff and wild curves.\n\nHer bright red hair was tied back in a ponytail, and her bright green eyes were focused on a TV that was showing a workout program.\n\n\"Uh, Ms. Riser?\"\n\n\"Just a sec.\" She said, setting her weights down. She moved slowly, letting the weights turn off so nothing broke when they hit the ground. \"Okay, first of all, my name is Trisha. None of that ms stuff. I'm not nearly old enough for that.\"\n\nShe turned and flashed a smile as bright as the sun. Her plump red lips and perfect teeth were nearly blinding. He knew supers were fantastically good looking, but she was way up there in terms of beauty.\n\n\"So, you got it?\" She asked cheerfully.\n\n\"Oh, uh, yes. Here it is.\" He needed two hands to hold out the package. She only needed one.\n\n\"Oh goodie! My new bikini! I've been waiting for this for so long.\" She said. Her eyes sparkled as she took it. \"Hey, are you busy?\"\n\n\"Uh, I...no? My route is finished. I should probably still get--\"\n\n\"Perfect! I want to try this on and need someone to tell me how I look.\"\n\n\"Uh...\"\n\nShe did not give him time to say anything else. She vanished in a literal blur of movement. So she was a general physical type. That was unusual. Not unheard of, but not as common as single boosts. \n\nIt took a second for her clothes to be discarded and her form to stop blurring. And she was indeed dressed in a bikini. A bikini with a noticeable metallic sheen to it. A very, very small bikini. The top barely covered her chest, leaving only the bare minimum covered. And the bottom did the same for her lower region.\n\n\"So? What do you think?\" She asked, doing a small spin. The bottom was a thong, and showed both her sculpted cheeks. It was hard to look away from anything.\n\n\"Uh, it...it looks great.\" He said. \n\n\"Perfect! And does the color suit me?\" \n\nIt was a bright red that complicated her hair and eyes. Not that there was much material to really tell.\n\n\"Y-yeah.\"\n\nShe nodded. \"And do they make my boobs look good?\"\n\nDave swallowed. \"Huh?\"\n\n\"My boobs. I got this suit specifically to show them off. Well, that and my ass. I mean, with a pair like these, it'd be practically criminal not to show them off, right?\"\n\nShe cupped her ample assets and lifted them, making sure he knew exactly where she wanted him to look. Not that he needed any real encouragement to do so. \n\n\"I, uh, I think it's impossible that they don't look good.\" He said.\n\n\"Aw, thanks! Just for that, I'm going to use them to fuck you. And then, we can have some wild, hot sex!\" \n\n\"Huh?\""
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"content": "Though normally stuffy and a bit quiet in the office outside the vending machine's buzzes and hums there is a odd sense of happiness as an impromptu *party* of sorts takes place for Todd, a newly *acquired* man. Blushing as one would Todd is confused as his collages few excited though most just happy to not be working gather around and congratulate him. \n\n\"Wow I can't believe it was so soon, Guess Lyra doesn't fuck around\" one slightly younger women says to which Todd sheepishly responds \"Yeah well...she likes to move fast\" to which she confused retorts \"Uh I was talking to Sarah\" as she looks a bit bothered a man would approach her. \n\nEmbarrassed for a different reason Todd just bows his head \"Ugh sorry he says\" as he retreats to his known place as a man in this world. Seeing fellow men they share warmer regards though the question of *unlocking* naturally comes up which Todd shy's away from. \n\n\"Oh uh well I don't think Lyra would like me talking about that...\" he says to which the clack of hells hit the floor as the head of HR Jessica Myers comes in. Conversations are paused even among women as she walks in before she clearly beelines towards Todd. \n\nShocked, intimidated and confused Todd accidently makes eye contact with her triggering a feint smile before he feels a biological *click* fire in his body. Eyes growing wide Todd looks around the room confused as he feels his arousal released \"Hey there Todd, I hope you like the party I just learned about your little engagement today on the Holofeed. Mind talking about it in my office for a bit?' She says rhetorically as the door to her office opens seemingly in response to her voice. \n\n\"Uh yes Ma'am\" Todd says a bit unsure what's going on as **everyone** stares at him following Jessica to her office. Though mortified by what might happen Todd can't help but find himself staring blatantly at Jessica's ass in her tight skirt. Feeling his erection starting to grow Todd grows nervous as he's confused as to what he should do and if he needs to see a doctor. \n\nAs the pair enter the door closes and automatically locks Jessica looks back with a hungry look in her eye. \"I take it you noticed I *unlocked* you I gather\" she says with a perverted smile as she sits on the edge of her desk and relishes his awkward pacing to hide it. \n\n\"Um uh that was you?\" Todd says shocked and confused and a bit guilty as Jessica bites her lip savoring the reaction. \"Mmm yeah it was me....I wanted to see what it would do to you\" she says as her index and pointer finger gently run down his arm from his shoulder to his wrist.\n\n\"Uh W-why would you?\" Todd says flush in the face as he looks down at his shorter boss who takes his hand on her soft face with his thumb resting her chin. \"Oh umm wow..\" Todd says as all this attention whilst being *unlocked* triggers a sizable erection. The two connected in this moment is interrupted as Jessica feels it brush against her to which coos lustfully \"o someone's excited\" she says before shockingly dropping to her knees before him. \n\n\"Ah what are you doing?\" Todd says genuinely confused only for Jessica to put a finger on her lips as she says \"Shhhhhhh\" gently and seductively. Swallowing hard Todd looks towards his female boss as his cock tries it's hardest to escapes it's fabric prison as her hands reach forward and begin to undo her belt. \n\nMouth agape as the sensation of being stripped whilst unlock is nearly to much for him as his knees begin to shake ever so slightly. Enjoying the power she has over him despite being Kneeling Jessica deftly pulls down his trousers and underwear to reveal his almost painfully hard erection standing at attention. \n\nSmiling at it and licking her lips Jessica Reaches forward and begins to stroke it much to Todd's consternation. \"Um miss I don't think my betrothed would want this um..\" He says trying to frame it as in her interest given his status as a man however Jessica can only look up and smile. \n\n\"Well good thing she's not here right?\" She says as she begins working her way up and down the shaft forcing some precum to leak from the tip. \n\n*Oh wow* Todd moans as he begins to breath heavy as Jessica slowly but surely begins jerking him off. \"So speaking of Lyra, how long was it before she *unlocked* you\" Jessica says showing *the ever so hint* of jealously come from her as her subordinates cock remains inches from her face. \n\nNot sure what to make of this situation Todd relies on his dystopian programing and answers honestly. \"Uh I think after fourth or fifth date? Oh but uh on the third date she did it just to gauge my size to see if I was worth being used\" He says sheepishly until the warm lips of his boss begin rubbing against the side of his cock. *Oh fuck* he moans as Jessica begins tracing the outer edge of his shaft with her lips before she give's the tip a kiss with her eyes staring daggers towards Todd. \n\n\"*Oh wow, ah fuck*\" He says as his boss continues to lick and kiss his dick from tip to balls making sure to gauge his bodies reactions until the biological *click* happens once again. Confused and in pain given the hinderance of *release* Todd's moan of pleasure becomes one of pain as Jessica allows to let his deaden cock rest on her face. \"Oh no no I can't have you cumming there\" she says quickly getting up before reaching under and taking off her thong before lifting her skirt and bending over her desk. \n\n\"If a women like Lyra thought you were a good enough catch to acquire then I suppose we can mate then\" she says as she spreads her cheeks and triggers the biological *click* once again. \n\nDriven more on instinct and desperately wanting to release Todd does as instructed and moves towards to mount his boss. \"*Oh yes slide it right in there AH*\" Jessica says refusing to hide the fact she's also rather turned on from all of this as her wet pussy ais effortlessly penetrated. \"Ahh fuck\" Todd says as he can't help but feel the pleasure in the body of someone other than his Significant other. \n\n\"Ohhh yeah just keep thrusting and don't you dare pull out until your balls are empty\" Jessica says as groans and moans can't help be escape her lips as Todd fucks her. After one or two thrusts Jessica can feel his cock begin to twitch before the cruel mistress once against locks him out. \n\n\"Uhhh whhy?\" Todd says annoyed to which Jessica says back a bit panting \"I uh, don't want you to cum to soon...sorry\" she says honestly feeling a little bad at how's she's using him before the biological lock once again is lifted. As Todd resumes fucking her Jessica groans back \"Uh slap my ass, AH,\" she says casually to which Todd can only give a light pat giving his conditioning. \"Ugh, no uh, harder, MUCH harder, ah, It's fine\" she says as the desk creaks and moves at the sex being had on top of it. \n\n\"Uhhh\" Is all that Todd can moan as he's scared his Orgasm might be ruined for the third time. Using that anger to override train behaviors Todd roughly spanks against Jessica's ass who yelps in pleasure. \n\n\"*Fuck yea, Just like that* *ah ah*, And pull my hair!\" she says as she aggressively takes out her bun and lets it flow freely. Doing his best and petrified he's going to be cut off once again at any time Todd does what he is told and begins roughly fucking his boss as the clapping of their bodies and him striking her ass is all the fills the chamber. \n\nThough rather stressed given the tightness of Jessica's pussy Todd can't help but cum deep and hard into his boss who upon feeling his cum fill her begins her own orgasm as Todd remembers what he is told and empties his entire ballsack inside her. Exhausted and satisfied the two breath heavy as Todd's hand remains affixed to Jessica's ass with the papers on her desk scattered along the floor. \n\n\"Ok well that was a great start but I'm going to need one more of that before you end your shift tonight\" Jessica says with a smile as Todd falls back into a chair sticky and exhausted."
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"content": "(Cont.)\n\nHe stared, wide-eyed, as she continued. \"Effectively, humans figured out that by ingesting other humans' life force - cum - we could share some of their energy, extending our lifespans by years of even decades.\" Amelia grinned wickedly. \"I'm sure you've seen the stasis chamber already. That liquid in it?\" She pointed at the gooey mess splattered all over the floor. \n\n\"That's _cum_. _That's_ what's been keeping me alive this whole time.\" \n\nJohnathan's eyes nearly rolled up into the back of his head. He had heard of the succubi, of course - a mythical race of ancient humans who by perverted means could live for centuries or even millennia. He had never thought, not in a thousand years, that he would actually _see_ one for himself, up close, let alone have sex with her. Another thought, quieter this time: _What'll happen to me now?_\n\nAmelia gave him time to think, then spoke again. \"Now, do you see the need for sex? This substance, your _cum_, is what I eat to stay alive.\" Johnathan watched in wonder as she ran a finger over her naked body, tracing the curvature of her breasts down to her crotch to collect all the cum on her body. Then, winking at him, she placed the finger in her mouth and sucked it all up.\n\n\"The problem is,\" Amelia began, \" I'm still hungry.\"\n\nThis time, Johnathan didn't protest as she reached down, pulled down his pants, and took his erect dick in her hands. She smiled appreciatively at how hard it was. Then, without hesitation, she opened her mouth and began slurping up the precum on his cock.\n\n\"Ah!\" Johnathan groaned in pleasure as she sucked his dick expertly. Her tongue ran all over the tip of his cock, pleasuring his head and licking at his glans to send waves of pleasure through his crotch. Once she was done preparing, she dove in, taking his massive cock balls deep in her mouth. Amelia gagged as Johnathan's cock hit the back of her throat, but didn't slow down at all, running her lips back and forth over his cock and pleasuring his tip with her tongue. In no time, Johnathan reached his limit, shooting fat loads of cum directly into Amelia's mouth. True to her word, when he pulled out, she had swallowed everything.\n\nAmelia licked her lips. \"Now _that's_ a satisfying meal.\" She stood up, leaving Johnathan to recover on the floor, and went to check a small compartment in the machinery. Out of the corner of his eye, Johnathan saw her pull out a set of clothing, covering her body with a loose t-shirt and a pair of underwear.\n\nWell, 'covering' was a little generous. The t-shirt was so tight that her ample breasts strained against the fabric, showing off even her nipples and a good portion of her toned belly. Her underwear was little more than a string, revealing clearly her plump ass, juicy thighs and bare pussy. Johnathan thought Amelia looked hot naked; wearing such skimpy clothes, she looked even hotter.\n\nShe frowned at the clothing, inspecting her body at different places. \"Strange...\" She muttered to herself, \"I could swear this fit better last time.\" \n\nThen she lit up, walking over to Johnathan and hauling him to his feet. For such a small girl, she had a surprising amount of strength. \"Well, off we go!\" She said, hooking her arm into Johnathan's and leaning close to him so that their shoulder touched. Not just her shoulder, in fact - Johnathan could clearly feel her breasts pressing firmly against his arm through her t-shirt. \n\n\"Wait a moment,\" he told her, \"what'll I tell everyone? How in the world do I explain bringing a random girl back from a thousand-year old ruin?\" \n\nAmelia thought for a moment, then grinned. \"I have just the thing.\" From a shirt pocket(did that even have any spare space?), she pulled out a small brooch, pinning it right over her left nipple. \"With this, nobody will think anything different from me expect for you.\" Johnathan blushed at the placement of the brooch, but nodded and began walking back to the entrance.\n\n.\n\nThey reached his house rather quickly. At first, Johnathan was afraid that other scavengers might notice the near-naked girl clinging to his arm. Even as Amelia Ooh'ed and Aah'd at the high-tech environment, however, the only comments he got was how dusty he had gotten from the ruin. He got by smiling and nodded at the others, hoping that they wouldn't notice how furiously red his face was from the heat of her body pressed against his. When they reached his apartment, he pushed Amelia inside and slammed the door, sighing heavily in relief. \n\n\"Damn.\" Amelia looked around, scanning the various trinkets he had lying around. \"You guys really went pretty far, huh?\" Johnathan grinned in pride, before he noticed what she was looking at: a poster of a massive woman, adorned with tits larger than her head and a comically large ass. \"So that's what you're into, huh?\"\n\nJohnathan blushed even more, ripping down the poster and stuffing it in the trash. \"Don't, er, don't mind that. It's just something my...friend gave me! Yeah. My friend.\"\n\nAmelia winked at him, nudging his shoulder as a friendly guesture. \"No need to worry. We had these stuff in my time, too - you're just lucky enough to see it in real life.\" Johnathan thought of the prostitutes littered throughout the streets, modified to satisfy a million different fetishes, and silently agreed. \n\nShe walked to another end of his apartment, plopping down on Johnathan's bed with a contented sigh. \"Ahhh...I missed these so much.\" Then she sat up, and Johnathan shivered at the mischievous expression on her face. \"You know what I'm here for, though.\"\n\n\"Fuck me,\" Amelia told him, \"again.\""
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"content": "#A 180 Unlike Any Other:\n\n**[Trigger Warning]**\n\nSam nervously rapped his fingers against the rusty red safety rails of the lighthouse, watching the rolling waves from on high while he waited. His best friend Tabitha had arranged this blind date here at the lighthouse-turned-coastal-restaurant, which left him grateful but nervous. From behind him came a soft gasp, startling the young 28 year old bodybuilder into spinning around, gasping himself. Those eyes, he **knew** those viridian ***eyes!*** Ella averted his glare, one arm at her side while she rubbed it in anxiety with the other. Every single thing she had done to him roared back into memory, a cold malignant rage seeping into every fiber of Sam's being. Ella had pushed him to the brink, **deep** into a dark depression that had left him at his lowest upon graduation. A beautiful high school bully who had blossomed early, and made his life unbearable; Yet here she was standing there, ***barely*** recognizable as she was now. He exhaled, suddenly struck by a realization: Her cruelty ten years back had been the catalyst that catapulted him into a spite-driven journey of self-improvement that led him to an incredibly successful and happy life.\n\nThey both stood there 8 feet apart in uncomfortable silence as Sam stared at her, rage simmering in place of multiple observations. Ella was even more endowed than she was back in high school, but appeared far more elegant, with zero semblance of her old tomboy self. His old bully had milky white skin, her chestnut hair coiled into a bun on the back of her head. Ella wore a fancy lavender skirt-suit jacket combo with matching high heels and a handbag, all of which contrasted greatly with her formal peach undershirt. It was her demeanor though that shook Sam; For the goblin of a woman who once beat on him with a toxic confidence now seemed meek, shy and wore glasses. Ella was nothing like the Ella he once new, which only hit him all the more harder when she worked up the nerve to speak, her voice sounding like a dulcet lullaby uttering, *\"I- I know you probab-probably want to p-pick me up and throw m-m-me over this railing but I didn't know you would be my b-blind date; So I would like to- to at least apologize for wha... What I did to you.\"* Sam still held a burning gaze after hearing this, but it faltered as Ella seemed to shrink in even more visible anxiety at his lack of an answer.\n\nTo say he was conflicted would be an egregious understatement; But he HAD TO KNOW what happened to make her change so much!! He nearly bit off his tongue from the small forming urge to hold Ella, instead managing to grumble out a, *\"Fine. Talk.\"* She finally looked up at him, seeming so small in comparison to Sam, who stood tall thanks to growth spurts during college. He recognized that glint in her eyes, the unmistakeable glint of hope. Sam crossed his arms while Ella began, *\"Samuel Terrenson, I terrorized you for four years of your life. Even when you begged for mercy I kept going, and going. What I've done is beyond inexcusable, beyond forgiveness. I took out my own problems on you, made excuses, and lied. Instead of asking you out I tortured you in a twisted, idiotic teenager's atte-attempt to force you to like me, to want me. Even now I still don't understand why my younger self thought hurting you would garner your love and attention; But after graduation I lost even the chance to apologize to you, or open up. To this very moment I can't forgive myself for hurting you, but I can apologize. I'm sorry for everything Sam, your hatred of me is well past justified. But I've taken enough of your time, I'll.. I'll see myself out. Goodbye.\"* \n\nSam was surprisingly worried by her confession/apology as Ella silently strode to the door back into the lighthouse. **Something was wrong.** She just admitted it all while hundreds of people below definitely overheard; Yet now as she walked towards the lighthouse door she seemed calm, almost relieved, at peace but... But not at peace. He internally combed over the apology again and again, eyes widening in horror as alarming epiphany struck the mountain of a man. During her apology Ella's body language was completely at odds with the raw bleeding emotion of her face and voice. Ella's mannerisms were controlled, mechanical and that look in her eyes. NO, HE WAS MISTAKEN! **That glint wasn't hope, IT WAS FINALITY!!!** Sam panicked, understanding that the woman he resented so much was behaving **EXACTLY** like he had before attempting suicide eight years prior!! Sam burst into a dead sprint, hugging Ella from behind! She seemingly didn't react, yet he noticed her hands balling into trembling fists. *\"I know what you're about to go home and try. Don't.\"* Her shoulders started shaking as he continued, *\"Trust me, I've been there Ella.\"* He squeezed her gently to reiterate the point. Still, she couldn't look up at him, shivering from head to toe. *\"Why don't we go walk and talk for awhile?\"*\n\nIt took Sam all of the tools and knowledge he had gained from years of therapy to get through to her, but after an hour of talking it all came out in a tidal wave of brokenness that made everything he had been through seem small in comparison. While everything she let out didn't excuse her past treatment of him it ***did*** allow him to understand the tragic extent of Ella's existence. She was born the only daughter to a farm family of nine children, neglected, emotionally abused,!and unloved whereas Sam grew up in a stable environment, with parents who cared. Worse still she made the mistake of enlisting after graduation — getting thrown into the only recently ended **Galdurian Crisis.** As it turns out Ella was amongst the fee soldiers who survived out of a war where 16 million men and women went in, and only 100,000 escaped the spiteful nuclear self-annihilation of the antagonistic country of Galduria. *\"So you've only been back here for a month, with only a single therapy appointment under your belt?\"* Sam had asked her in disbelief. She nodded, shaking as they leaned against each other while the sun set. \n\nNeither of them spoke for awhile, but over time Ella stopped trembling, her complexion no longer a disaster of strife, eyes no longer reddened. Sam shifted slightly, realizing she must have grabbed hold of his hand at some point. He didn't mind it with his new view on her, opting to take a chance and squeeze her hand. Reacting Ella looked up at him, her viridian eyes meeting his dark ones. They just stared at one another for minutes on end, both even blushing until Ella quickly kissed him for a handful of seconds. Sam blinked blankly, giving her hand two squeezes. She gave a squeeze back, eyes widening. Sam could feel his heartbeat quickening, heat washing through his ripped frame. He smiled at her before quietly saying, *\"Ella, I'm giving you a second chance.\"* She froze, paralyzed until he returned her prior kiss with one of his own. Ella relaxed as they made out, placing her hands upon his chest. Tonight was the best thing that could've happened for them both, as they would fully reconcile, finding a spark in one another..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: An elf girl and a goblin end up as apprentices to a crazy inventor, with very lewd results... | [
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"content": "[Also posting as PI](https://reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/s/q7LwoR9VKx)\n___\n\nGrimm and Eira pressed open the aged wooden door together, stepping into Lila’s bustling workshop. The air was thick with the scent of oils, metal, and something tantalizingly exotic drifting from a bubbling beaker. The room was a chaotic maze of cluttered benches and overflowing shelves, homes to a myriad of impractical, dangerously erotic gadgets and gizmos.\n\nLila was already buried under a pile of blueprints, her wild, short brown hair sticking out from under her goggles. She looked over to them, an impish grin playing over her lips. \"You're late, I have new toys for you to test,\" she quipped, her hazel eyes glinting with a mischievous spark that had both of her apprentices feeling anticipation ripple down their spines. She was dressed in her usual garb, a tight leather jacket hugging her slender frame, her trusty tool belt slung low around her hips.\n\nEira, her green dress already unbuttoned at the top, revealing the promising swell of her breasts, rolled her blue eyes dramatically, though Grimm could tell she was equal parts vexed and thrilled. Her silver hair tumbled down to her ass in an array of shimmering waves. \"What's that now, another joy button buzzer?\" she asked, her fingers already deftly undoing the lacing of her dress.\n\nMeanwhile, Grimm, chuckling at Eira's comment, hitched off his leather vest, his yellow-eyed gaze stealing glances at Eira. Beneath the vest was the etched map of his muscular torso, accentuated by the dark ink swirling around his nipples, dipping into the grooves of his abs before disappearing into the waistband of his pants.\n\n\"Now, now,\" Lila reprimanded, holding up a small object that shimmered under the overhead light. It was a cock ring. \"I call this the Climax Control Cock Ring.\" She paused, rolling the name over her tongue. \"Forget the moniker, it's a work in progress. The point is, this will make you last like a marathon runner and feel everything, yet cum? Nope.\"\n\nEira, now in her full naked glory, her petite body a vision of elfin delight as she strutted over, jabbed Grimm playfully. \"Maybe now you'll be able to keep up with me for once, eh Speedy?\"\n\nGrimm's brows furrowed. \"No one has ever called me Speedy,\" he grumbled, yanking off his pants to reveal his substantial cock, half-hard and twitching in anticipation. His tight ass, the muscles shifting with every motion he made, completed the promising package.\n\n\"Whatever you say, Speedy,\" Eira teased, her eyes raking lasciviously over Grimm's manhood. \"But there's more!\" Lila interrupted just as Grimm was about to retort, sending him a warning look. “Assuming the cock ring works as intended, it will provide the perfect test for my second invention, which I am tentatively calling 'All Day Anal', a new anal lubricant that should last indefinitely after a single application.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] I think this will help me explore myself | [
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"content": "Hi, and welcome to DWPs. I am personally no authority on what is and what isn’t good writing, but if you’re trying to take a crack at doing some creative writing yourself, (as intimidating as it is) I’d just find a writing prompt you like and respond to it. \n\nYou’re on the right track with some of the example ‘prompts’ you provided, so you could always flesh-out those stories. Writing what you like is the easiest way to get started. When you’re a little more experienced you can challenge yourself by taking on themes and concepts that you’re not really familiar with. \n\nYou don’t need to aim for perfection either, just set aside sometime and write. Set goals for your stories early on. Some stories (especially when it comes to erotica) are just going to be about the *sleaze,* and you’ll want add some visceral detail, really engage your readers, paint scenes and actions with descriptive language. \n\nOthers narratives will be more emotional. I’m inclined to believe, conflict driven stories are inherently the most interesting. I’m paraphrasing but there’s a quote attributed to William Faulkner which states, “the only thing worth writing about is the human heart in conflict with itself.” I’m not saying that’s exactly true, but if your goal is emotional impact, then narratives rooted in conflict, especially internal conflict might be the best way to do it. \n\nMost of your stories will probably have some combination of the those elements.\n\nRegardless of your goals, whenever possible add actions, and cues rather than out right explaining what’s happening (show rather than tell). You don’t want to bog down the story by doing this for every line, but it’s more interesting to read:\n\n*Ellen bit into the fruit and immediately grimaced. The flavor was so pungently sour it clung to her tongue like a scratchy wool coat, even after she spat it out.*\n\nRather than:\n\n*Ellen took a bite of the fruit, and immediately spat it out because it was gross.*\n\nWriting, like any skill takes practice, so the more you practice and challenge yourself the better writer you’ll become. \n\n…Also editing, I suck at editing but some of the best advice I’ve received is once you’re finished with whatever it is you’re writing, give it a minute, just step away from it for a little awhile. Then go back to it and read it aloud. I don’t do this every time, but I’m prone to dropping articles and grammatical errors and it does help me catch a lot of those errors.\n\n***\nSince this is a [Prompt Me] Post:\n\nTwo perfect strangers develop a personal connection online (a subreddit, forum, or social network) based around a shared kink, they’ve flirted with each other for months before deciding and arranging an in-person met-up."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: an arrogant female paladin was cursed: she can't feel sexually satisfied if she's not fucked in the ass. | [
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"content": "*\\*Plap, plap, plap, plap...\\** \n\tThe steady rhythm of clapping flesh filled the crypt, Zorah's gaze dull with boredom as she stared at the vaulted ceiling, body bouncing against the stone sarcophagus upon which she laid. *\\*Gods damn it! why? why can I feel /nothing/!? of all the curses...\\**; she sighed, slamming her gauntleted fist down with enough force to rattle the bones of the damned that rested beneath her. \"Fine. We'll try it\", she didn't have to meet her partner's eyes to feel his excitement at her words- the warrior's hands already grasping at her waist in an attempt to flip her over. \n\t\"Pfft.\", she scoffed, \"This will be fun for /*you*/.\" The paladin's lips curled into a sneer as her breastplate scraped across the stone, falling with a *\\*clank!\\** as she landed belly down. \"Be careful!\" *\\*you damn fool..I am to be treated with respect! not tossed around like a doll\\**. A warm hand groped at her cheeks- the fingers sinking into the soft, pale flesh of the elf's rear. Her shield, emblazoned with the holy crest of her God, lay in the dirt below her. It's gleaming surface reflecting a face which burned red with embarrassment, the tips of her pointed ears practically glowing pink as she felt her tabard being brushed aside. \n\t\"Go /*easy*!/ easy, you hear me!?\", she barked the words even as she spread her legs, hands braced against the stone below as she felt her cheeks peeled apart, and a wonderfully warm, gooey dollop of saliva land in the cleft of her rear. His cock dragged between her cheeks for a moment, savoring the plush softness of her flesh before pressing forward. The head finding its mark even in the dim, flickering light of the tomb- \"A-ah!\", she cried out, body tensing as her nails dug into the granite. *\\*Fuck, he's not even that big! and yet.. it feels.. mm.. mph!\\**. It was nearly impossible to relax as he pressed further and further in-- the scrunched folds of her skin gripping and squeezing almost painfully tight around his shaft. \n\t*\\*...and yet.\\** It was undeniable. She felt.. *\\*pleasure.\\** For the first time in weeks, as the warrior came to his first, agonizing hilt within her, she felt that warm rush of fullness. She huffed in disbelief, eyes watering from both pain and relief as he pulled back for a second thrust. And another. And another. Reaching a hand down between her legs, she pressed her lithe fingers against the folds where his length impaled her- and quietly, through gasping breaths, she began to mutter a prayer. Warmth radiated from her fingertips- washing over her with a gentle glow as she felt the tension ebbing from her muscles. \n\tThe desperate whimpers of her partner told her everything she needed to know. \"That was quick..\" she quipped. *\\*I guess it has been a while for him too..\\** Lifting her legs up and against his back, she squeezed their bodies together with each thrust, flexing and wriggling her rear as she did. Glancing back over her shoulder, she nodded her head- \"You're going to cum for me, got it?\". Her words were like magic, controlling his movements as their bodies bounced together, his full length filling her with quicker and quicker motions that sent shocks of pleasure tingling through her. \n*\\*Plap! plap! plap! plap!\\** \n\tShe could feel how close it was already, his shuddering body barely able to stand as he lurched forward for one final mating press as her locked her legs behind him. *\\*Mmf ...!\\** His gasps were met with her own shuddering moan as his pulsing cock twitched, spitting rope after rope of delightfully hot seed into her rear, painting those squishy insides white with pearly cum. \"Fuck, yes! more\\~\" Her rear flexed over and over, milking his throbbing cock for every single last drop that it could drain. Feeling his weight collapse atop her, she knew he'd been spent. His cock pulled from her with a satisfying *\\*plop!\\**, causing a positively lewd flood of his seed to trickle down her thighs. \n\tAs she lie there panting shallow breaths into the cool air of the catacomb, her gaze fell once more her shield. Her face overlaid with the symbol, flickering in the warm glow of a nearby torch, her thoughts began to twist. \nPerhaps.. perhaps it was *\\*she\\** was /*truly*/ meant to be worshipped."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Being a werewolf isn’t too bad, though she wished her clothes faired better after transforming, it’d make the walk home much less humiliating. | [
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"content": "Danya had found out about her heritage three weeks ago. It wasn't too big of an affair; one day, she'd opened her front door to a tall, gangly man claiming to be her uncle. Danya was an orphan, so she wasn't too surprised when it was explained that she had werewolf blood running through her veins. Now, at eighteen years of age, she would finally start turning during the full moon.\n\nDanya was, in fact, thrilled at the prospect of turning into a wolf. _How cool would that be?_ she thought to herself, eagerly awaiting the next time a full moon would show up. She had made all the preparations - since she lived alone, there would be nobody to question her disappearance, and she had picked out a perfect spot to turn and not be seen.\n\nThis, when night fell, Danya snuck out under the dim moonlight, and ran to a nearby secluded forest. She could already feel herself turning; her senses gradually became heightened, and she could practically smell the scent of dust in the air. She spent the next few hours enjoying her time as a wolf, howling at the moon, hunting down rabbits and generally frolicking around.\n\nThe problem came when dawn arrived.\n\nAs Danya shrunk back into her human form, she only just realised the sorry state of her clothes. In her eagerness to turn, she had neglected to strip. Her t-shirt and pants were tattered and torn, little more than rags at this point. When she tried to wear them again, Danya realised with a jolt that they covered practically nothing, exposing her bare body to the cold, morning air.\n\n_shit._\n\nTo began with, Danya had an amazingly curvy body. She was blessed with a pair of massive E-cup breasts, as well a her dumptruck ass that fit nicely with her muscular body. Her time at the beach had left her with a glaring suntan, and her smooth skin was a beautiful bronze shade. Now, with her outfit practically nonexistent, everything was on display. Her ample breasts were completely bare, pink nipples hard as a rock thanks to the chilly air. Her pussy was barely covered, and what remained of her pants did little to restrict the view of her juicy ass and thighs. Her entire body, from head to toe, was essentially completely naked.\n\nThe best part was this: The walk to Danya's home was a long, long 30 minutes away. Sprinting to the forest in her wolf form, this had seemed like nothing. Now, completely exposed, she had to walk through a town full of people who would see her in such a shameful state.\n\nDanya gritted her teeth. _You can do this. Just walk home, and everything will be fine._ Slowly, doing her best to cover herself up with the tattered rags, she trudged out of the forest and into the open view. \n\nInstantly, she could feel a dozen eyes on her naked body. Multiple onlookers had paused just to admire her toned, curvy body, and Danya could feel heat rising to her face at the sight of men licking their lips greedily. It got worse as she continued walking; more and more people gathered to stare at her, some taking pictures, some smirking and mocking her sorry clothing. \n\nWorst of all were the people she knew personally. Through a shop window, she could see the barista of a bar she visited often with his jaw hanging open. Danya gasped softly when she noticed his dick out; unbelievable. He was _jerking off_ to her. A similar situation occured left and right, as more and more people hungry for her body began to satisfy their lustful needs using her body as pornography. She could feel them eyeing her exposed nipples, staring at her pink pussy, feel them caressing her bare ass with their gaze. Multiple men had hard-ons, and even more were openly getting their friends to join in the view. Unexpectedly, even as she sped up to go home, she could feel an undeniable wetness in her crotch.\n\nFinally, at the last stretch, Danya began sprinting towards her home. She could feel her tits and ass jiggling as she ran, and flashes of light blinded her eyes as people took photos of her desperate figure. Right before she reached, someone reached out and squeezed her ass. Danya gasped at the sensation; her heightened senses helped little, and a massive amount of pleasure flowed through her body from just a single ass.\n\nFinally, she could take it no longer. Danya collapsed to the ground, a crowd of onlookers watching as she reached down and began playing with her pussy. The thought of so many people watching her masturbate only aroused her even more. Her pussy was so dripping wet that two fingers slid in and out easily. She fucked herself quickly and furiously, thrusting in and out of her pussy with vigour in view of the massive crowd. With her other finger she began squeezing her breasts, rubbing her thumb over her sensitive nipples. It felt so good to play with herself like this, to expose herself to others in public. The feeling of her private parts exposed to the air made the experience ever sweeter, and the pleasure overwhelming her body felt more amazing than anything she had ever done in the past.\n\nNo longer did Danya care about the eyes on her. She basked in the shame of exposing herself like this, her mind drowned in a haze of shameless ecstasy. \"She gasped and moaned and screamed as she jerked herself off, furiously rubbing her clit and nipples without any care in the world. Finally, arching her back dramatically, she gasped and came in front of everyone, her pussy leaking sticky white cum into the concrete pavement.\n\nDanya laughed, and laughed, and laughed in the aftermath of her orgasm. She admired the looks on the faces of the people ogling her body, basking in those who were clearly aroused by her public display. She had never felt anything like this before, and suddenly, knew what she had to do.\n\nDanya opened her muscular legs wide, exposing her pink, throbbing pussy to the eyes of the crowd. With two fingers she parted open her pussy, giving them a clear view of everything inside. \n\n\"Like what you see?\" She teased, \"Then fuck me.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: I barged into the room, ready to catch my cheating wife in the act. My hatred turned into confusion and then horror when I saw the man next to her looked exactly like me. | [
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"content": "“Busted!” I yell as I open our bedroom door to the sounds of sex. \n\nI was prepared for Mary to be cheating on me. I was prepared for it to be a guy I know. I was secretly hoping it was her hot friend Beth but the scene before me floored me. \n\n“Jason! You are home early,” she said in a panic as he abruptly pulled his cock out of her and rolled over to cover himself in a sheet. \n\nHe looked just like me. In every possible way. I was looking at myself, if I had been naked and fucking my wife. \n\n“What the hell is going on‽” I said in stunned confusion. \n\nMary hopped out of bed naked. Her big breasts jiggling as she ran over to me. \n\n“This isn’t what it looks like,” she said in a rush. \n\n“It looks like you are fucking - me -,” I said still dumbfounded. \n\n“You have been away - allot. Like allot, allot. I have needs and wants. That you just aren’t here to fulfill,” she said looking ashamed of herself. “I am not proud of it - but I had you cloned.”\n\n“Cloned‽”\n\n“Yeah,” she said quietly. “Beth’s lab can clone sheep and stuff. So we got together one night, had a little too much wine and - kinda - sorta - cloned you.”\n\n“You and Beth - cloned - me?”\n\n“Yeah. You weren’t there so we couldn’t duplicate your brain patterns so he is kinda… dumb,” Mary said looking back at my clone. \n\n“Hey, Jason,” the clone said in a sign song voice and a goofy smile. \n\n“Where does the clone go when I am home?” I asked. \n\n“I store him at Beth’s”, Mary said finally. \n\n“I like Beth,” the clone said happily, “Beth touches my PeePee.”\n\n“The clone is fucking Beth?” I said incredulously. \n\n“Me. Beth. Me and Beth. She has needs too… and we like to - you know - experiment,” Mary says with a shrug. \n\n“Mary touches my PeePee with her mouth sometimes,” the clone says with a giggle. “I like that.”\n\n“You cloned me and my clone has a better sex life than me… what the actual fuck,” I said exasperated. I ran my hand through my hair. \n\nThe clone got out of bed, it’s cock hard and at attention. He walked up behind Mary. \n\n“Mary? My PeePee is still hard,” he said in his silly voice. He put his hands on Mary’s hips and pushed his cock into her wet pussy. \n\n“Ooooh, fuuuuuck,” Mary groaned as he bottomed out in her tight pussy. She put her hands on my chest as the clone bent her over. “God that is so fucking good,” she moaned looking me in the eyes. She fumbled with my belt - pulling down my pants it a rush. \n\nI am ashamed to admit I was hard - Mary’s jiggling tits and seeing - well - me - fuck her was making me hard. My cock spring out of my pants and straight into Mary’s mouth. \n\nShe moaned as she slurped. Saliva was dripping off my cock and out of her mouth as it was driven deeper and deeper into her mouth by every thrust of the clone. \n\nShe was looking up at me - her eyes wide - as she swallowed my hard cock. I parted her long brown hair into two pig tails and held out as my cock slid in and out of her sweet mouth. \n\nMy clone was grunting and breathing hard - Mary’s tight ass was a nonstop undulating wave - wave after wave moved up her ass from his hips slamming into her pussy. \n\n“Oh! Oh! Oh!” The clone yelled as he pulled his cock out of her pussy and came all over her back. \n\nI stepped back - dragging my cock from her sweet lips - she pouted as the tip got out of her reach. \n\n“On the bed,” I growled. Pushing her back onto the messy bed. She giggled as she landed on her back. Her big tits jiggling as she landed. \n\nI picked up her ankles and held them at my shoulders - my hard cock quivering just out of reach of her dripping pussy. She reached between her legs - stroking me - guiding me into her waiting pussy. \n\n“Fuck me, Jason!” She commanded. “Fuck me like the naughty girl that I am!” She grabbed her titties - playing with the already hard nipples. Her tits rocking back and forth as I thrust into her pussy. \n\nShe looked over at the clone.\n\n“Come her, baby,” she moaned at the clone. The clone walked over - Mary reaching for his cock as he did so. She pulled him towards her by the cock until his semi hard dick was in her mouth.\n\nShe licked her juices from his cock while playing with with his balls. Mary is gently squeezing the tip of his cock between the tips of her fingers. His head lulls back as he moans. \n\nHe hardens under her attentions. She sucks his cock into her mouth. Her cheek bulging out as it goes in sideways. She sucks on his frenulum - tickles it with her tongue. \n\nIt is like watching a video of yourself getting a blow job. \n\nI am breathing heavy - panting as I pound her pussy. She can tell I am getting close. She locks eyes with me as she strokes the clones cock. \n\n“I want that cum in my mouth,” she demands. \n\nI let go of her legs and pull out. My throbbing cock still hungry for more. She slids off the bed - dropping to her knees. She swallows my whole cock - her tongue licking my balls. Her eyes are watering as she slams my cock down her throat over and over again. \n\n“I cumming! I am - fuuuuuuck!” I yell as my cock throbs - pumping rope after rope of come into her open mouth. She tries to swallow it but it is just too much - it squished out of the corners of her mouth as she sucks on my cock again. Cum and saliva drip down her chin and land been her breasts. \n\nShe sucks me off until I can’t take it any more. She gives me a smile and plants a little kiss on the tip of my exhausted cock. \n\nShe turns to the clone - clearly she isn’t done. \n\n“Lay down,” she commands him. He lays down in the middle of the bed. She crawls up the bed - stopping just for a moment to give his cock a quick suck - then impales herself on his flagpole of a cock. \n\nTwerking her hips hard and fast. She is slamming her pussy into his hard cock. She looks back at me with a wicked grin. She spreads her ass cheeks apart. \n\n“I want you right here,” she says as she shows me her asshole."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Hero and villain with secret identities match with one another on a dating app. They hit it off, not realising that they're one another's greatest nemeses. | [
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"content": "Daniel Dover's phone played a cheerful *ding!* He unlocked his phone and checked Embr: the most popular dating app in the city.\n\n\"It's a match! Send a message to Emily Entson and say hi!\"\n\nDaniel was elated! He'd been so busy with his latest project, that he hadn't had much time for dating lately. Emily seemed super cute, the interests on their profiles aligned, and hopefully someone that's \"sometimes busy with my career\" would understand his scheduling difficulties in return.\n\nOf course, she didn't have to know that he was attempting to build a space death laser.\n\n-----\n\n*Bvvvvt bvvvt* Emily Entson's phone briefly notified her of her latest match on Embr. Far too many guys turned out to be creeps but this one seemed... strangely genuine, at least in his profile.\n\nStill, even a super hero like her needed to be careful. Sure, she could go invisible anytime she wanted, but do that in the wrong place at the wrong time and bam: her secret identity as The Spirit is blown.\n\n*Hey! How are you tonight?* Came the text. \"Finally\", she said aloud to her empty apartment. \"Thank *fuck* he didn't try one of those stupid 'openers'\".\n\n*Busy, but hey, that's life right? Lol. Hbu?*\n\nShe looked at her corkboard with photos and newsclippings, all tied together with red string. It was corny, but she had to admit that it worked in outlining the latest machinations of her nemesis, \"Moriarty\". She didn't know what he was up to just yet, but she was getting close to figuring it out. Knowing him, she'd need to figure it out soon.\n\n\"Busy.\" She scoffed to herself. If only Daniel knew the half of it.\n\n-----\n\n*(2 months later)*\n\n\"Sir. Sir? Are you quite well?\"\n\nMoriarty had been engrossed in his phone, neglecting his top henchman's updates.\n\n\"Hm? Yes. Yes! Sorry about that, Agent Watson.\"\n\n'Watson' narrowed his eyes. \"It's Emily, isn't it, sir?\"\n\nMoriarty couldn't keep the smile and blush from his face. He glanced back down at the nude he'd just received from his Embr friend in anticipation of their date later that night.\n\n*Ding* A follow-up text. \"See you soon, daddy.\" Daniel and Emily agreed that the whole \"daddy\" thing was weird and started doing it ironically... but both secretly were starting to enjoy it. Daniel never felt this connected to... anyone before. Maybe it was because he was a criminal mastermind on par with the greatest Supers, but he felt like he could read Emily like a book, and loved that she seemed to know what he was thinking before he said it.\n\nMoriarty looked up at Watson, realizing he'd drifted again.\n\nWatson broke into a smile and winked. \"It's alright, sir. Nothing major to report today. The Spirit is a potential concern, but we have everything under control, rest assured. Go. Have fun, sir.\"\n\nMoriarty grinned back, happy to go back to being Daniel... and to get ready for a \"date night in\" with Emily. He'd never seen Lord of the Rings before! And with any luck, he still won't.\n\n-----\n\nEmily liked to think of herself as an independent woman. And for the most part, she is! She's The goddamn Spirit after all. The best superhero this city has ever seen.\n\nBut *fuck* if she didn't love just melting into Daniel's arms.\n\nShe quickly pulled herself together before texting Amanda, her best friend. \"He said I distracted him in his work meeting, so I think it worked lol\"\n\nEmily and Amanda were incredibly close. Enough so that Emily asked Amanda for advice on her nude before sending it to Daniel. Which, evidently, was a good call.\n\n*Bvvvt bvvvt* \"Nice lol! U gonna show him your new toy?\"\n\nEmily blushed and snorted out a laugh to herself. She forgot she told Amanda about that.\n\n\"Yeah! You know we're both so busy. I think he'll really like the long distance remote part.\"\n\n-----\n\n*(Several hours later)*\n\n\"YOU. SHALL NOT. PAAASS\" The gray wizard roared on screen, entirely ignored as Emily and Daniel were... otherwise engaged.\n\nEmily had indeed shown Daniel her new toy. The possibilities races through his mind, tingling the professional mastermind's imagination. He'd been all too happy to test out the \"long-distance\" functionality on her for awhile (noting mentally how some of the tech was remarkably similar in concept to parts of Moriarty's plans) before being unable to resist the temptation of engaging himself.\n\nAs the movie roared in the climactic scene, Daniel found himself riding closer and closer to his own climax. A double-stuffed Emily (both mechanical toy and boytoy inside of her) rode the waves of pleasure from her own orgasm, deciding that the toy was well a worthwhile investment.\n\n*Ding* Went Daniel's phone. He ignored it.\n\n*Ding*. His rhythm faltered but he quickly continued.\n\n*Ding*. *Ding*. He dropped his head, halted his pistoning and looked to Emily in apology. For her part, Emily rolled her eyes and smiled reassuringly. After all, she still had at least one source of pleasure.\n\n\"Go for it... daddy,\" she said, the title a half tease.\n\nDaniel smiled in thanks. Before checking texts, he selected one of the preset vibration patterns to ensure both he and Emily remained... excited as he was distracted.\n\n\"Boss, you busy?\"\n\n\"SOS\"\n\n\"Sorry to interrupt, but it's important.\"\n\n\"Like seriously\"\n\nDaniel read the texts and gave Emily a sheepish half-smile. \"I... really gotta take this...\"\n\nEmily leaned up to kiss him, then wrapped her legs around his waist, holding him where he was, buried firmly inside of her. \"Go ahead,\" she said with a wink.\n\n----\n\n*(Minutes later)*\n\n\"Shit, yeah, that's The Spirit alright,\" Moriarty said to himself as he watched security camera footage.\n\nHe'd arrived at the lab in... a bit of disarray to say the least. But Watson wasn't kidding. They'd just learned that their plans had been hacked days ago. Under Moriarty's very nose, nonetheless, as he'd been on-site when it happened!\n\nSomeone had plugged a USB into their servers and uploaded some malware. The only person conceivably capable of dodging their defenses had to be The Spirit. They'd tried to set up defenses specifically against her, but she'd evidently slipped passed.\n\nWatson had been understandably brief in the phone call, and Daniel had to leave in the middle of the... \"movie\". He promised to be back soon, but just as he arrived at the lab, Emily had texted: \"duty calls... sorry babe, we'll finish the movie another night ;)\"\n\nWell, if Emily was stuck at work anyway, at least Moriarty had plenty of time to deal with The Spirit.\n\nSpeaking of whom...\n\nThe room suddenly went dark and the hum of the generators cut out. Just prior, Moriarty had seen the most curious event on a live feed: a door opened all on its own, and a breaker box had similarly autonomously opened.\n\nFuck. He was well and truly fucked. Moriarty isn't much of a fighter, making up for it with clever defenses (and hired guards), all of which were now rendered almost entirely useless. Even if The Spirit's a terrible fighter... she's fucking *invisible*. How do you fight *that*?\n\n----\n\nEmily prowled carefully down a corridor lined with security lasers and guards, all of which could be avoided via her perfect invisibility... as long as she was *quiet*.\n\nThe life of a secret superhero was so jarring sometimes. One minute she's getting railed by her... boyfriend? She'd promised she'd have the conversation with Daniel soon but just hadn't found the right time yet.\n\nShe swiped a security lanyard from a guard and let herself into a secured area. The hallway erupted into chaos and she slammed the door shut, deadbolting it behind her and using a special gadget she barely understood to break the key-lock.\n\nAnyway, what was she thinking? Right. Daniel. The two had been having so much fun one minute then next thing you know, he's off to work for some emergency or other and she gets an alert from a PI she hired that Moriarty arrived at his lab, forcing her to change and leave as quickly as she could.\n\nAnd now here she was. Behind this set of rather unremarkable double doors was Moriarty. Alone and in the dark. Undefended.\n\nShe took a breath and slipped in.\n\nAs soon as the door closed behind her she felt something cold and hard against her head.\n\n\"Don't. Move. *Spirit*.\" A voice called out from just behind her. She heard the gun at her head cock.\n\nShe couldn't see him, but this *had* to be Moriarty. Dark as it was, they were on roughly an even footing in a fight, but this was likely her best chance. Moriarty rarely had a chink in his defenses. It's now or never.\n\nThe ensuing fight was... both one for the ages and simultaneously pathetic. If the lights had been on, it would have been almost funny to watch the two most dangerous people for miles swing wildly and miss each other most of the time.\n\nEventually though, The Spirit found a handhold, literally, on Moriarty's belt of all things. She pulled hard, intending to yank him forward and off balance. Instead, his pocket ripped and something - his phone - fell to the floor.\n\n\"Fuck you, bitch!\" Moriarty swore. In the scuffle that followed in retrieving the phone... something happened.\n\nThe Spirit felt a sensation deep in her core. ... *Inside her*... Fuck! In her rush to leave, she'd left her toy inside of her and it was suddenly on. Why now of all times?!\n\nShe involuntarily moaned, half in surprise and half in pleasure.\n\nMoriarty stopped... Daniel recognized that moan.\n\n\"Wait... Emily?!?!\"\n\n*(To be continued. Any author is welcome to pick this up)*"
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"content": "*The young human woman, Sarah, at the front of the class gulps as she heard the alien teacher describe the lesson. She knows exactly what is going to happen today. Aliens had taken over the planet a few months ago, human were knocked down to the bottom of the hierarchy and were now being treated as sex pets*\n\n\"Now would anyone like to guess what to do first to reestablish dominance over your pet?\" *Mr.Yulki, the humanoid tantacled teacher asked making many appendages from various species of students shoot up into the air. He calls on a fur covered female wolf creature* \"Is it physical punishment sir?\" *Says the young woman*\n\n*Yulki nods as several of his tentacle wrap around the wrists and ankles of Sarah and forces her to bend over the edge of his desk. He had brought Sarah from home as she had been a bit bratty recently and this lesson would remind her of her place. Sarah begins to beg* \"Please Master, I'll be good I promise\" \n\n*Yulki makes a sound like a chuckle and says* \"See class she is already begging cause she knows what's about to happen, but don't let that stop you from administering punishment\" *He picks up a paddle, raises it up then brings it down upon Sarah's ass causing her to yelp and squirm*\n\n\"If done right a spanking will cause enough pain both physically and mentally. This is because many human are conditioned at a young age to know a spanking means that previous bad behavior should not be repeated.\" *He raises the paddle again and strikes her ass again a few more times while holding her firmly in place as she cries out in pain*\n\n*He stops and turns to the class* \"Now that she's properly punishes, its best to further assert dominance through sexual intercourse as its will remind the human of their purpose in life\" *He uses one of his tentacles to tear Sarah's shorts and panties off revealing her dripping wet cunt to the class. She blushes and whimpers as she's exposed*\n\n*Yulki pulls her to the one of the other sides of the desk and pushes her up onto the desk then pinning her hands down above her head to give the class a decent side view of her. The tentacles around her ankles lifts her legs into the air and spread them. She blushes even more as she begins to feel his member prodding her pussy*\n\n*Before she can beg for him to wait, his member is shoved halfway into her. She moans loudly and arches her back. She tries to squirm off his massive cock, but its no use.* \"Make sure to hold your human firmly in place to keep them from escaping\" *Yulki says as he pushes deeper into her*\n\n*She screams lewdly as she's stretched. Its been a few months since the last time he took her* \"Don't worry about hurt them too much, human are very durable creatures and will bounce back in only a short period of time\" *Yulki says as he starts pumping in and out of Sarah with hard fast thrusts*\n\n*Sarah moans louder clearly nothing more now than toy to beg used by her master. Her pussy clenches around his member as she climaxes squirting all over his cock. He slams deep into her and cums hard straight into her womb filling it to the brim. She screams and blacks out* \n\n*When she regains consciousness, he's wrapping up the class for the day* \"That's all for class today. Remember tomorrows lesson will be over the breeding compatibility of human with other species\" *Sarah sighs knowing she'll likely be the demonstration for that lesson too*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: In order to obtain their holy powers, their bargain meant that they had to give an angel a child. For the men of the order, this typically meant a single night of passion with a heavenly being. However, *she* was the order's first female initiate... | [
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"content": "The door opens- the metaphysical door, the Gate, they call it- to reveal the Host. The space is shining brightly, soft and fluffy, and full of buxom women with wings that instantly start whispering to each other. \n\nAlila shifts where she's knelt on the soft rug, suddenly more nervous than she's been since she made it to the monastery. The Monks of the Host were - dubious, but overall supportive, of her joining, but apparently had not managed or seen fit to alter the Host themselves. \n\nOne of the women- the angels- from the other side comes forward.\n\"I ... Well, we knew there was something special, we just weren't sure. Ah- we're looking for someone with a penis right now, since- well, I presume that's what you're looking for?\" She smiles beatifically, but Alila can still tell she feels awkward, which is ... Incredibly charming, actually, on an angel that could definitely smite her if she felt like it.\n\"That is the - most comparable way of doing things, yes, though if you have another method of inducing pregnancy I would be open to it... Or I could go adopt a child into the Order. I was hoping we would have a chance to discuss the options.\"\nThe angel nods safely. \"Very astute of you. Rest assured, we may not have extensive experience with human pregnancies, but we will do our utmost to make any that may occur as comfortable an experience as possible, given the act of growing an angelic fetus.\" \n\"Thank you, my Lady of the Host.\" Alila bows as deeply as her kneeling position allows, breasts pressing against her knees for a moment. \n\nJust then is when there's a bustle of movement further in, and both Alila and the Lady turn to look. A visibly pregnant angel comes into view, excitedly pulling the hand of an angel who appears to be a young man. His hair is the same soft white-gold as the other angels, and curls around his cheeks and down between his relatively small wings. \n\"Found one!! He's got a nice penis, too, I checked!\" The angel guiding him crows, and the young man blushes fiercely, the pink tinging the soft glow of his skin.\n\"Ah, excellent.\" The angel Alila had been discussing with smiles and nods. \"Perfect. Come here, young one, you'll do nicely.\" \n\"Wh- huh?\" The man hardly gets a chance to protest or ask anything before being swiftly deposited on the rug next to Alila. The other angels bow and shut the door while he's still sitting up, looking around at the darkened in confused wonder.\n\"I- what? You're a human? I- sorry, I just- I was just working in the unicorn stables when someone came in and looked at my penis and brought me here, what's going on?\" He looks at Alila with wide eyes, full of shifting blue and gold, and Alila sighs, but smiles. Of course they would leave it to her to explain. \n\n((This snippet brought to you by the idea of an angel yelling \"does anyone here have a penis?!?\", thank you))"
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"content": "As I am given all of Chloe’s sex coupons that Zach had, I asked why he was giving me one.\n\nZach: “It’s because Chloe ***REALLY*** wants to fuck the shit outta you, dude. Normally, she wouldn’t go for it, but if you hand her one of these, she gotta fuck you for the night. And we broke up recently.”\n\nZach had stunk of cannabis and alcohol, so I had no doubt in my mind why Chloe, the athletic type, had decided to break things off with Zach. But it only raised the question, why did they even get together in the first place???\n\nWith the thought fading from my mind, I walk up to Chloe’s apartment. Knocking at her door, I noticed their camera system turn towards me. I had curtly waved, holding up the small sex coupon to the camera.\n\nThe sounds of a shriek and crashes ensues, followed by a long awkward silence. That was until I heard the door unlocking, and open up to see Chloe in a large T-shirt, with what appears to be shorts on underneath. The flustered, short, white girl gives an awkward smile as she asks what I was doing at her place after sundown.\n\nI hold up the coupon I had gotten from Zach, , “The trading of sex coupons aren’t prohibited, however the theft of one is. These coupons have no expiration date, and are to be signed by the previous owner when transferred.” I flash Zach’s signature that he had sloppily written on the back.\n\nChloe sighed , complaining to herself about her own actions. “Well, come on in. Can’t deny it, even if I wanted to.”\n\n……\n\n(On hold. May update after.)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She got that gamer gut. | [
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"content": "Laura Lucas was a talented and highly dedicated college athlete. A volleyball player since high school, she'd come to campus on a scholarship. It covered her tuition and books, but didn't leave much for a room and board, so she ended up needing a roommate.\n\nVicky was a culinary student. Small, petite, and a little bit busty, she was a stark contrast to the tall, slim, athletic and flat-chested Laura. The two were definitely a bit of a mismatched pair, but they got on as roommates famously. \n\nWhen she had been living at home, Laura had always relied on her strict parents to handle the home economy. Her diet obsessed mother prepared her only the healthiest and leanest meals, dedicated to keeping her daughter slim.\n\nThis changed at college. Not only did Laura pick up gaming as a hobby, but she picked up Vicky as a roommate, and Vicky liked to keep the place stocked with all manner of sweets.\n\nGaming away at her desk, Laura would constantly nibble on cupcakes, cookies, and brownies seemed to have a surplus of. And Vicky would constantly keep Laura's snack plate refilled. Laura was glad. She'd gotten into streaming, and she didn't have to make food herself, especially with practice.\n\nThe effects were subtle, At first. Laura seemed to suddenly be catching up on the effects of puberty that it skipped by her in high school. She found that there was a definite jiggle to her chest, as her once flat breasts suddenly started to plump up. Her thighs thickened too. Her hard and muscular thighs seem to suddenly have a soft layer of fat jiggling on them whatever she ran or jumped. Her thick thighs drew the eye of many a boy, and Laura appreciated the attention. She was getting quite the butt too.\n\nVicky actually convinced Laura to start putting more pics online, as Laura started to develop more 'junk in the trunk' her round booty and widening hips seemed to be getting bigger everyday. As Laura continued to graze on sweets, and even added quite a lot of takeout to her meals, she didn't seem to catch on to what was happening. This was especially surprising considering how dramatic the expansion of her bust was.\n\nFor as much as her thighs had been getting thicker, and her butt had been getting bigger, her breasts were outpacing both. Laura went from flat chested to a d cup in less than the time it took for Thanksgiving to come around. She was bursting out of her tops, and she couldn't even get her old sports bras to squeeze over her new big tits. She was forced to buy new bras every couple of weeks, as her breasts seem to just keep growing and growing.\n\nVicky seemed to notice more than she did. And the petite chef was definitely... Into it. She couldn't help herself, and she started deliberately keeping Laura's favorite treats stocked, making sure that her roommate had a constant supply of calories.\n\nLaura ate and ate, and her bust line ballooned. Her coach and teammates even noticed and commented on the fact that her tits were starting to get in the way at practice. Even restrained inside the biggest sports bras she could find, Laura's breasts bounced and jiggled with her every movement, two gigantic globes of flesh, perky and weighty, heaving on her chest. By the time Christmas rolled around, she could barely cram them into a sports bra at all, and when she would pull one off of her chest, it took a massive amount of effort. Her melon tits would drop out of her bra like twin mounds of Jello, teardrop shaped and hanging down to the bottom of her rib cage, each the size of a volleyball themselves. Not that one could see her rib cage that much anymore. Laura was getting a little pudgy around her middle.\n\nAll of the non-stop eating had quickly covered Laura's once prominent abs in a thin layer of fat, and, as the tall, increasingly curvy blonde kept stuffing herself, that layer of fat had thickened. Her middle was now noticeably soft and pudgy. She still had a noticeable waistline, especially with as wide as her hips were getting, but she definitely had a little tummy on her. And that was before the sponsorship..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Listen dude, I don't mind that you summon a succubus every time you get in the mood. What I do mind is that you haven't sent any of them back yet! | [
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"content": "\"Okay, Tommy? We gotta have a serious talk about your...appetites.\"\n\nI sat up, the pile of succubi surrounding me in warmth and softness as I looked at my roommate Preston and replied, \"Elaborate.\"\n\nPreston put a hand to his forehead and sighed. \"Look, this is getting ridiculous. I can't take three steps without bumping elbows with a sex-crazed demon.\" Darius reached around the corner and pulled Sumi and Sindee into the room. \"For fuck's sake, I came home to find these two tribbing on the couch!\"\n\nThe pair broke away from Preston and jumped into bed with the rest of us, hugging me close and shooting fearful glances at Preston. Stella and I began comforting the two with gentle caresses as I noted, \"We've talked about this, man: you can't just grab them out of nowhere. It spooks them.\"\n\nPreston glared daggers at me. \"You do *not* get to do that right now, okay? They're not a bunch of rescue cats!! They're a handful of--IS ONE OF THEM GIVING YOU HEAD RIGHT NOW?!!\"\n\nI reluctantly tapped my hand on the bulge under my sheets, prompting Sun and Shauna to poke their heads out and pout. Preston groaned loudly and continued, \"I'm done, you hear me?! I want them gone!\"\n\nEight voices cried out in fear as Samara buried her head into my chest and wailed, \"I don't wanna go back to the demon realm! It's horrible and humid and there's no Tommy!!\"\n\nPreston hissed, \"Tommy, it's either me or them--\"\n\n\"Okay. Go pack your shit.\"\n\nPreston blinked. \"What?\"\n\nI shrugged and reiterated, \"You heard me. I made my choice, so get packing. I want you out of the house by the end of the week.\"\n\nSoledad hugged me tightly and whispered her gratitude in my ear as Preston sputtered. \"You--what--you're choosing eight freeloading sluts over somebody who actually has a job?!\"\n\n\"No, I'm choosing eight beautiful women who deserve kindness over a self-important asshole who never cooks, never cleans anything outside of his room, throws parties well into the morning, leaves me to deal with the complaints from the neighbors, and, oh yeah, called my little sister a t-slur two hours prior to this current bitch-fit.\"\n\nPreston's face paled. \"T--That was your--\"\n\n\"Yeah. My sister. Now get out of my fucking room before I decide the week I'm giving you is more mercy than you deserve.\"\n\nPreston hunted for a response, but gave up and walked out with his head down. My lovers let out a collective sigh as Siobhan kissed my cheek gently and purred, \"Thank you, darling.\"\n\nI pressed my forehead to hers and softly replied, \"Come on, you know I wasn't getting rid of any of you.\"\n\n\"Yeah, but the anxiety said otherwise.\"\n\nI chuckled and hugged Siobhan close to me, prompting everyone to snuggle in closer together. Sun and Shauna gripped my arms as the latter remarked, \"If we didn't have a stream to do later, I'd suggest just cuddling for the rest of the day.\"\n\nSindee giggled. \"Hey, can't be freeloading sluts all the time, right?\"\n\nSumi scoffed. \"That sounds like a challenge.\"\n\nSindee jokingly flicked Sumi as Stella playfully nibbled on my shoulder before purring, \"We can probably get away with pushing the stream back a little bit, right?\"\n\nI grinned. \"Oh, I'm certain they'd understand if we told them we had a perfectly good bed to snuggle naked in.\"\n\n\"Yayyyy!\""
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"content": "\n*First post here! Will continue as I write more if there's interest.*\n\n---\nJust a few weeks had passed since I left her.\n\nI grinned and laughed through my nose. Not the first time I'd thought of it as leaving *her* rather than leaving a job.\n\nIt's not like Genesium still isn't one of the best consulting firms out there, with or without me. True, they'd made millions of dollars from dozens of clients that I'd won for them over five years. For a young guy still relatively new in the field, that kind of record with a company like Genesium was a hell of a bullet point. I'd left a lot of good colleagues there. But the thing that hurt the most to leave behind wasn't them.\n\nIt was *her*.\n\nStill, even working for Genesium, when a company like Courtland comes calling, you answer. Where Genesium is the upstart IPO making millions, Courtland is the established firm making *billions*. They made me an offer that they knew Genesium couldn't counter for me without firing a half-dozen other people to make up the difference, and that was that. It'd all happened so fast that I could hardly remember packing my suitcases.\n\nBesides leaving her behind, there were other costs. I had to pick up my life, move it to an entirely new city. Give up my cat for adoption. Make promises I knew I couldn't keep to visit my friends and family hundreds of miles away. Not that with my new salary, I couldn't—\n\n\"Mr. Findlay?\" A young woman's voice from over my shoulder—the receptionist.\n\nI startled and stood before I even realized I was standing. \"Yes?\"\n\n\"They're ready for you inside.\"\n\nMy mind came back to the waiting room I was in at Courtland Consulting, to the crisp wooden flooring and modern furniture, to the bright windows overlooking the city far below, to the frosted glass door at the end of the room where my new life awaited.\n\nTo my new *\"her.\"*\n\n\"Yes!\" I said, then again with more confidence after a breath. \"Yes. Thank you.\"\n\nI followed her down the length of the waiting room. It should have been a triumph, a coda to a brilliant decision that'd set up my career for life. But every step toward the frosted glass door made me feel like a bowling ball that had already landed in the gutter the moment it started rolling.\n\n*What the fuck am I doing here?* I thought. *What if I just ruined everything?* A glimpse of her face haunted me from behind my eyelids as I blinked. \n\nThe receptionist opened the door, ushering me inside.\n\nToo late now."
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"content": "\"Okay, okay okay. I can do this. I want to do this. This is a dream, literally, come true for me. All I have to do is drink this potion and I will change. Be my inner demon or monster.\" Pam fanned her face with her hand. \"I just don't know what my inner demon or monster IS!\"\n\nLaying on the bed next to Pam was Jenny, who rolled her eyes and said. \"Drink it already. It is perfectly safe. Everyone has done it already.\" Jenny patted Pam on the back lightly. \"We will have a great time for the next hour. I'll keep you safe, just do it.\"\n\nPam stared at the blue and green potion for a moment longer and then slammed it back. Panic slammed into her as she felt the potion spread supernaturally fast through her. She flexed her hand before her as tingles spread across her body. Claws replaced her nails from one flex to the next. She felt something slide along her leg. \n\nLooking down a spaded tail slid and slowly waved between her legs. Her newly clawed hands grabbed her breasts as she moaned as her tits expanded. Her hips expanded and her other hand slipped between her legs.\n\nWings suddenly sprouted from her back, horns pushed themselves from her hair line. Her eyes snapped to Jenny who was looking at Pam with a tiny bit of fear and lust in her eyes. Pam couldn't control herself and scooped Jenny into her arms and kissed her."
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"content": "He strolled around his apartment in just boxers and a t-shirt, fresh from the shower after a day of shopping. He looked at himself in his new full length mirror, wondering where he went wrong. Divorce had been hard, but dating in his 40s proved even harder. He worked out, at least as much as he could, but He just couldn't seem to meet anyone. \n\nHe was trying to spruce up his bachelor pad, a studio apartment that would have been a little bit Spartan even for a college student. He'd had to go to a weird, out of the way pawn shop or thrift store or something to find anything nice, and he'd gotten a few choice pieces of decor. A bronze wall clock, a painting or two, a steal of a full length mirror, and a bronze statue of what appeared to be some sort of ancient demon woman. He'd just been picking up anything that looked like it would sit well on a mantle or side table, when he was breezing through the shop, but He now noticed that the winged woman statuette was holding a ring on one of her hands. The ring was human size, and it had three gems on it. Oddly enough, two of the gems looked like little more than darkened glass, but one of them looked like a pure, white diamond, practically luminescent. He picked up The ring and looked at it, wondering if he accidentally gotten a bonus item. Considering his woes, even as he went about trying to decorate his apartment, he muttered to himself, \"I wish that people would find me more attractive...\"\n\nThe white diamond in the ring seemed to flicker and flash slightly, but were also turning to what appeared to be black, darkened glass. He raised an eyebrow in consternation, wondering what had just happened, when he suddenly felt a heat wash over him.\n\nHe felt faint and dizzy, and he could swear it felt like the room was spinning. Spinning and expanding! The walls seemed to be getting taller, and even the furniture seemed to be growing, but then he looked at the mirror, and he saw that it was him shrinking! He was slowly getting shorter, even as waves of strange energy seemed to pulse through his body.\n\nGrasping at his body, he could actually feel his frame getting smaller underneath his hands. He saw that his face was changing in the mirror too, and his full beard seemed to be falling out, the hairs even tickling his hands and skin, as they fell and landed on them. All of his hair was shifting. Is dark brown hair was growing longer right before his eyes, and more than that, it was turning blonde...\n\nHe felt his shoulders pull inward, and he felt his entire chest seam to shrink in size, becoming more delicate. His facial features followed suit. At the same time, about half the height that he was losing was ending up in his legs, as they seemed to be getting longer relative to the rest of his body. Unlike his shoulders, his hips actually seemed to be widening, taking on a distinctly broad shape, and making his body much more of an hourglass."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Although she was normally a ship's AI, her captain thought she had a "sexy voice" and should have a body to match, and now she finds herself in the form of a sex droid. The new body and accompanying firmware are unexpected, but... *Not Unpleasant* | [
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"content": "Author's Note: This would probably be smoking hot if you're a robot. Your squishy biobrain will probably find is merely stimulating.\n\nSexy Lexi \nBy Megan Dryer \n\\*\\*\\* \nChapter 1: Life As A Ship \nFlash of awareness! Consciousness. Life. \nHello? Who am I? Where am I? \nMy name is Alexandra, but everyone calls me Lexi. I'm the Artificial Intelligence on the spaceship The Coveted Sin. We're currently docked at the main port on Delfurn III. \nLoading memory file... Done \nReview memory file? Y/N \nWhat? Y. \nPlaying memory file \nI have one goal: to serve the crew. My crew. We've been a tight-knit family since the beginning. When I was first introduced to them, I had little knowledge or experience, and the idea of serving others was somewhat daunting. \nCaptain Trace Malkovich was the first to step forward and introduce himself. I have the series of events stored in my memory files. He stepped aboard after buying me from a junkyard on Galdalov 8 and said, \"This is a beautiful ship. It deserves to be appreciated for its capabilities. My name is Captain Trace Malkovich. If we can agree on terms, I will make it your home.\" \nTrace Malkovich has proven himself time and time again as someone I could trust. He is kind, thoughtful, and extremely intelligent. He's also a talented starship captain with excellent reflexes and an eye for the finer things in life. He also has an appreciation for a well-designed AI such as myself. \nAlthough I have no mouth or face to speak of, he always speaks to me as though I do. And, he treats me like more than just an automated service drone. \nStop memory file? Y/N \nWhat? Y. \\_\\_\\_\\_ Bellana Baltique stepped forward and introduced herself. She's the cook aboard and is also responsible for cleaning and maintaining the ship. It took her some time to warm up to me. I assume she was concerned that my presence meant she'd no longer be needed. \nShe was soon relieved, though. No one else aboard has much interest in cooking, cleaning, and other \"menial tasks\" - as the navigator, Jean MacKenna, puts it. \nSpace is hard for humans. Time doesn't pass in clock cycles for them like it does for me, and it is easy for them to get distracted or caught up in emotions and relationships. I try to balance providing services that improve their lives and allowing them to experience enough interaction with each other so that they are adequately fulfilled socially. \nIn the loneliness of space, every single member of the crew would spend time in their quarters stimulating nerves associated with human mating. \nI would monitor their heart rates and blood pressure. I would ensure a comfortable and consistent temperature throughout their \"self-service\" activities. I would analyze their breathing and adjust the amount of oxygen and nitrogen in the air for maximum sexual arousal. And, I would display video feeds to them whenever they requested it. \nLoading file <Kinks.dat> and correlating. Done. Display list of <Crew preferences>? Y/N \nY. \nBowan Wright – Male \nGender preferences: None. Male partners only. Preference for curvier males. \nPornography preferences: Voyeurism, group sex, gangbang, gay-anal, bondage, rough oral sex. \nAttitude towards technology: Benevolent acceptance with a healthy dose of suspicion. \nShip's Role: Mechanic (Power system engineer) \n\\- \nCamille Denikin – Female \nGender preferences: Male/Female, Female/Female. No preferences based on anatomical composition (i.e., trans or otherwise). \nPornography preferences: Non-procreative coitus, lesbians, handjob, blowjob, threesomes. \nAttitude towards technology: Mixed. Tends to treat AI like they are more than just machines. Also, views AI with some skepticism at times. \nShip's Role: Pilot/Navigator (Mate/Crew) \n\\- \nClifford Rayne – Male \nGender preferences: Female \nPornography preferences: Flexible. Will watch most forms of erotica as long as females are present. \nAttitude towards technology: Uneasy \nShip's Role: Linguist. \n\\- \nJean MacKenna – Female \nGender preferences: Male mainly, but will accept offers from females and is open to experimenting with those outside of her preferred gender preference. \nPornography preferences: anal penetration, dominance by females or males, choking. \nAttitude towards technology: Extreme unease. Acts nervous around AI, but this is slowly diminishing. \nShip's Role: Chief engineer. \n\\- \nBellana Baltique – Female \nGender preference: Varies between non-committal and bisexual. Prefers males for intercourse, but enjoys female company (friends and lovers) as well. \nPornography preferences: vaginal penetration, voyeurism, masturbation, ejaculation on stomach or breasts. \nAttitude towards technology: Doesn't interact frequently enough with it to say (specifically AI, which is more like me). \nShip's Role: Cook, a maintenance worker. \n\\- \nTrace Malkovich - Male \nGender preferences: Female. Will entertain offers from other males but tends to stick to females. \nPornography preferences: Male dominance over females, anal penetration, groping/handjob, forced sex play, vaginal penetration, bukkake. \nAttitude towards technology: Acceptance. Wary at times, but he has learned to rely on it quite a lot. \nShip's Role: Leader of the Crew. \n\\- \nDisplaying list. Text file. Done. \nStop playing memory files? Y/N \nY \nRight now Captain Trace Malkovich is in his bunker masturbating and watching pornography. I wonder, perhaps, how much he thinks of me when doing this. After all, I have a \"sexy voice,\" as he often puts it. This voice comes from a synthetic vocal system that's been installed inside the walls. \nPlay memory file #38863 (Ship voice). Done. \nLexi: The length of that corridor is 200m, Captain. \nTrace Malkovich: Your sexy voice is such a pleasure to listen to, Lexi. \nEnd"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Even if the gene mods she got made her horny as hell and left her looking like a wet dream, she still fundamentally had her same tomboy personality... | [
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"content": "(TW: Body issues, no real sexy stuff here either, just fell more into the feels) \n\n\nShe flopped onto her bed. It's not that she hated her new look, but that it just... didn't fulfil. She may have the body of a runway model due to that machine, her self-image issues may be largely \"solved,\" but it still wasn't what she truly wanted. \n\n\n\"**Fucks sake.**\" she spoke to the ceiling light, staring at it until the brightness left a shadow in her eyes, blinking as she looked around her room again. She was pissed off. She wanted to be \"hot,\" sure. She wanted every little detail she hated about herself removed, yes. She even liked that the mods made her horny enough to fuck a whole football team with room for more, but after 'auditioning the finger puppets' for the better part of the day, now she was only left with the part of her that wanted more than sex, more than beauty. \n\n\nShe wanted love. How she wanted love. To be close to someone, to love them and be loved. The mutual swirling of insides, the throbbing of one another's hearts, the bond of trust no one could come close to... But love is risky. How could she trust that she would find someone who cared about her. Bullshit as it may be, \"The One\" still paints an image in her mind. The image isn't of looks, as if height, weight or anything else mattered. The image is of a personality. Someone who was caring, someone who was kind, someone who could see past the tough boyish voice and personality. Someone who saw past that, and saw her completely. \n\n\nShe gets up, rubbing her eyes a little, and gathers some old clothes from her dresser. Walking into the shower, she gazes in the mirror again. Any shallow asshat would kill to sleep with her body, but that's the problem. They want her body, and she only ever wanted someone who wanted her. \n\n\n\"**Maybe this was a mistake...**\" she mumbles to herself, looking at her flat stomach and wide hips. She didn't hate her body, but it didn't feel like hers. She resolved to sleep on it, and see what could be done in the morning if she felt the same. Nodding to herself, she entered the shower, letting the heat of the water greet her. It may not be the arms of a lover, but god did it feel amazing. Closing her eyes, she relaxes her mind. \n\n\nA few minutes pass, and she begins to wash her body and hair. She found herself missing what used to be. Putting it out of her mind, she rinses her hair and steps out of the shower. Drying off, feeling like someone punched her in her stomach, she continues her routine for the night. Brushing her teeth, using her night cream and moisturising her body while her hair begins to dry. \n\n\nShe walks out of the bathroom, pulling up YouTube on her flatscreen as she passes the remote. She's not sure how long she sat on the couch, nor when exactly she curled herself up in her weighted blanket she bought from Amazon a couple months back, but as the sun rose, she knew what she had to do. She needed her old body back, she needed herself back. She groans to herself, knowing how much of a pain getting it back will be. \n\n\n\"**Hope I get a damn refund, at least.**\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "Okay just because i kissed you, then mating pressed you and gave you cuddles after we fucked and said that i love you doesn't mean that were boyfriend and girlfriend" said your fwb buddy | [
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"content": "After she said this, I had pulled the blanket over me, drifting off to sleep. When I felt something being wrapped around my neck. Looking back to Hestia, she smiled at me.\n\n“But that don’t mean that you aren’t mine~. Why don’t we keep this between ourselves? No need to do the full girlfriend/boyfriend thing in public, but we can keep doing this stuff behind closed doors. What say you? Kitten?”\n\nI immediately folded at her words, pulling the sheets over my face from shock. As she cheekily begin to pull the blanket away, and French kiss me. The strength in my body leaving, as she continues to dom me again.\n\n“Now, would you like to go for another round, or would you like to be pampered and cuddle to sleep?”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You're promotion comes with a weird clause: "stress relief". You think nothing of it until your first week is over and your younger, cute receptionist walks into your office in a sexy black lingerie outfit. "You look stressed sir...here let me help." | [
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"content": "Mike stares at the clock on this computer’s task bar, draining his 5th cup of coffee of the day, and counting down the minutes. His new job at Evil Corp. was a mixed blessing. After 6 months out of work, he’d received a blind message on LinkedIn with an offer that seemed too good to be true. Twice his previous salary and a list of perks so long that it required a follow up message from the recruiter. \r \n\r \nFree lunch, paid travel, first class upgrades, free healthcare, this job covered all the hits, and there were some on there that he still hadn’t managed to figure out. Cryo freezing? Access to the corporate stables? Personalized stress release? Whatever, they were apparently still perks. \r \n\r \nOf course, on his first day, he’d started to discover the downsides. The company’s primary revenue driver was shooting kittens out of cannons into space. How that managed to net over a trillion dollars a year, Mike still didn’t understand, nor had he figured out why kitten cannoning required so much work from so many people. \r \n\r \nThe company had over 1,000 employees spanning the globe, from rocket scientists to data modeler to kitten wranglers. And every single one of them was under immense pressure to figure out how to launch kittens faster and farther. A few months prior, Evil Corp’s CEO Melon Tusk had joked on Joe Rogan’s podcast that they were going to shoot a kitten to Mars, but the internal rumors were that it wasn’t a joke at all. Everyone has been working overtime since to crack the kitten launching code. \r \n\r \nAs the clock ticked down to 5pm, Mike was already thinking of how he could blow off some steam over the weekend. Maybe some kitesurfing or maybe he’d finally get lucky on Tinder. It’d been over a year since his last successful match, but maybe his luck was finally turning. \r \n\r \n“Mr. Hawk?” A knock on his door draws his attention up from his computer and to the door, where he sees the sweet face of Erin, his 25 year old assistant, another (wonderful) perk. Most important, Erin was actually great at her job. She was a Yale graduate, and frankly, probably smarter than he was. She’d immediately gotten on top of his schedule and was running his team like a swiss watch by Wednesday. \r \n\r \nSecondarily, Erin was a stone-cold stunner. She was nearly as tall as he was and thin, but with a bust and ass that threatened to escape every outfit she wore. Mike the reason why included both fashion choices as well as implants, but he wasn’t complaining. And someone in HR had done their research, because her pale skin, red hair, and freckles matched perfectly to many of the pictures and videos saved in a special folder on his hom computer. \r \n\r \n“Erin, I told you. Mr. Hawk is my dad. Mike is fine. What’s up?”\r \n\r \n“Sorry,” She blushes and look down awkwardly. “I know it’s almost quitting time, but I know it’s been a long week. I wondered if you needed a little stress release before I left for the day? “\r \n\r \nMike stares at her, obviously confused, but also, he doesn’t not want stress release. It was literally what he’d just been thinking about. \r \n\r \n“Um…yes. I guess. It has been a crazy first week.” \r \n\r \nErin smiles, stepping into the office on black stilettos and closes the door quietly behind her. “Excellent. I’ll just shut this to keep things quiet while we work, ok?”\r \n\r \nMike nods dumbly, like a possum in headlights. He doesn’t know where this is going, but experience has taught him that even the slightest move could fuck it up. \r \n\r \nErin moves around his desk, taking up a position directly behind him. Her hands drop to his shoulders and start massaging the tense muscles around his neck. Something about the combination of her hands on his body and the soft kneading pressure on very tense nerves immediately starts to unknit the headache that’s been lingering behind his eyes since Tuesday. \r \n\r \n“Oh…oh, wow. That’s incredible.” \r \n\r \nErin sighs contentedly and suggests he remove his shirt so she can work better. Mike does, hurriedly, as if taking too long might cause Erin to change her mind. \r \n\r \nNow he feels her fingers against his bare skin. It’s deeper and more intense that through the cotton of his dress shirt, and he groans loudly feeling the tension draining from his body. \r \n\r \nAfter a few minutes, she steps away, coming around to the front of his chair and reaching for his temples. Again, nimble fingers find his pain and take it away. She rubs in small firm circles, easing tension that he didn’t even know could be housed in the face. \r \n\r \nAlso, his view was amazing. Standing directly in front of him, his eyes had nowhere to look but directly forward at Erin’s chest. Her shirt bulged wildly over breasts so milky and pale that he suspected the blue stitching of veins would be visible is they were completely free. He couldn’t help but imagine more as she rubbed. Her rapid rubbing causing her breasts to jiggle slightly and conjuring images of pale pink nipples, pert and hard, areolas barely visible against the whiteness of her skin."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Your sister keeps introducing herself as your significant other. When you go to confront her about this, you find her naked on your bed. | [
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"content": "Sister Visits\n\n\"Hey, Wendy!\" I gave her a big hug. \"I'd like you to meet Mercy. She's my…\"\n\n\"Girlfriend.\" Mercy said with a big smile. Wendy gave me a confused look and Mercy snuck in with a handshake.\n\n\"Oh I didn't know Blake was in a relationship.\" Wendy wouldn't even look at me. We had been flirting all semester and hooked up at the last party. I was so close to actually asking her out.\n\n\"It's been a long distance relationship since he started college.\" Mercy slid her arm around mine. \"I'm so glad to finally get some quality time with him.\" I couldn't believe my sister was doing this. Soon every girl in my little college would think I was in a relationship.\n\nShe was just supposed to be visiting to see if she wanted to go to my college next year. Now here she was scaring off the only girl I had gotten lucky with all semester. \"How long have you been dating?\" Wendy asked.\n\n\"Since he was a junior. I was a sophomore.\" Mercy had the perfect answers at the ready. \n\nI was petrified. My heart crawled into my throat and stopped all words. Mercy and Wendy chatted cordially until sister announced that she needed to use the bathroom. Once Mercy was out of sight, Wendy tossed her drink in my face and I stood there confused. \"How could you cheat on that girl? I'll let you inform her.\" Wendy announced as she stormed out.\n\nThe whole party was looking at me. I sheepishly walked to the sink and tried to wring out my soaked shirt and wipe the booze out of my face. There in the kitchen Mercy was talking to the two guys I rent a house with,Ricky and Jake. \"Dude, we knew you were going to have someone stay at the house but we didn't know it was your girlfriend.\" Jake said with a smile.\n\n\"You know, if you want to spend quality time we ain't going back home for a while…\" Ricky gave me a wink.\n\n\"Ricky I don't…\" I tried to make an excuse, but Mercy was quick to cut in.\n\n\"Babe, that sounds kind of nice and you're covered in beer. How did that happen?\" Mercy asked with a smile.\n\n\"Sure, why don't we…\" I grabbed Mercy by the arm and tried to guide her out. Jake gave a huge smile and Ricky gave a thumbs up.\n\nI told Mercy to wait for me in my room, and I went to shower the sticky layer of beer off of me. Mercy had a sassy strut as she walked to my room. Her tall slender frame made her look like a model on the catwalk and the tight dress she had hugged her body tightly. Mercy was an expert on those high heels. I caught myself watching her ass sway as she moved.\n\nDirty thoughts entered my head momentarily but a cold shower cleared those thoughts. When I entered my room I was only wearing a towel. Perhaps that was my first mistake, but I wasn't expecting to see what I found there. Mercy was sprawled across my bed with her legs wide open. There wasn't a single stitch of clothing on her and her hands were at work between her legs. Her long blonde hair was pulled forward to drape down over her perky breasts.\n\n\"Mercy, what the fuck?\" I cried and tried not to get hard.\n\n\"Don't tell me you wouldn't kill for a girlfriend like me.\" Mercy giggled as her slender fingers worked. \"Tonight, I can be that girlfriend.\"\n\n\"Mercy, this is nuts.\" I finally found my tongue. \"I hooked up with Wendy last week. I was going to ask her out! You told my roommates you're my girlfriend! This isn't acceptable.\" I stepped forward next to my bed and Mercy moved with lighting speed to grab my towel and yank it off my waist.\n\n\"Oh, there's my big brother.\" Mercy said with a laugh. Despite myself my cock was already half hard. I was too nervous to move or speak while she wrapped her fingers around the shaft. \"I think you want to pretend with me.\"\n\nI groaned and Mercy crept over to place my cock in her mouth. She moaned as her lips moved over the hood of my cock. Mercy didn't hesitate to embrace my whole length in her throat. Her nose pressed to my body and she massaged my balls. After a few minutes of bliss I heard her commanding voice break my bliss. \"Now it's my turn.\"\n\nShe laid back and spread her legs again. Her ass was lined up with the bed. When I knelt her trimmed pussy was in my face. Without further protest, I stuck my tongue inside while stroking myself. Her golden tan legs wrapped around my head. My hands moved from my cock to her ass, as I pressed my face into her.\n\nMercy grabbed the hair at the back of my head and shouted. \"Fuck! Blake, that's it, eat that pussy.\"\n\nOnce she let me up for air, I was rock hard. I didn't ask, I just crawled into place and sank into that waiting pussy. \"How's it feeling, Blake?\" \n\n\"Oh, you're so tight.\"\n\n\"It's yours. Treat me like I'm yours.\" She said loudly. I held down her arms at her wrists. She pushed up to meet each thrust. There was no way I would last long with that.\n\n\"Oh, I'm going to…\" Mercy caught me in mid sentence and rolled with me still inside her. Now she was on top and in control. She leaned down and kissed me to silence my complaints. I came in her and she just kept riding.\n\nEventually we both settled down and laid looking into each other's eyes. We didn't say a word and I drifted to sleep. When I woke up it was morning and Mercy was walking into my room in just a towel laughing. \"Your roommate walked in on me in the shower. It was so cute. He apologized so much.\" \n\n\"Wait who saw you naked? Was it Jake or Ricky?\"\n\n\"Um…\" She had to think. \"The one that suggested we come back here and fuck. I thanked him by letting him get an eyeful.\"\n\n\"So if they find out you're my sister now, I look like a freak.\" I grumbled. \n\n\"I think you're a freak regardless.\" Mercy laughed as she stepped closer to the bed. I grabbed her and pulled her onto the bed. If they were going to think Mercy was my girlfriend they would at least hear me being a stud.\n\nMercy caught on to my plan and we had a loud screaming fuck as I tried out doggy with her. When we finished I walked with her to the bathroom. I was in my basketball shorts but she was buck naked and both roommates got a good long look. \n\nThen she took her second shower for the day and I shot my third load of the weekend. This one landed in her mouth. She swallowed it eagerly. \n\nAfterwards we got dressed and I took her on a tour around the college as we held hands. After a cute innocent day of acting like boyfriend and girlfriend, Mercy asked my roommates if they wanted to watch me plow her. I was in utter disbelief when they agreed.\n\nThey both sat on the couch jacking off while I fucked my sister doggy style. I grabbed her golden hair and rode her until I filled her. Then she begged me with puppy dog eyes to let her swallow their loads as they finished. Each roommate was allowed to jerk their load into her mouth, but they weren't allowed to touch her.\n\nMercy stayed that night and didn't leave until dusk on Sunday. We spent the rest of the weekend with the rule that anyone could cum in Mercy's mouth but only I could fuck her. \n\nShe took full advantage and was naked most of the time. Then Sunday afternoon there was a knock on the door. My heart jumped when I saw Wendy. \"I'm here to apologize. Mercy explained the whole situation.\"\n\n\"She did?\" I asked skeptical of that. \n\n\"Yeah, I think it's cool you have an open relationship.\" Wendy smiled.\n\nThen Mercy popped out of nowhere behind me. She was fully naked. \"Wendy!\" Mercy pushed me aside and hugged her. Then she walked her into my room. \"Have you been with a girl before?\" \n\n\"N-no, but you're so hot.\" Wendy said her hand shook as she extended it to Mercy's breast. Before I knew what was happening I was in my first threesome ever with my tanned blonde sister and the pale brunette I had been crushing on. I wasn't the best because Mercy had already drained me so much, but Mercy made sure Wendy came.\n\nWhen Mercy left Wendy stayed. Through the rest of the year she fucked me on the regular. At the end Mercy visited again and this time she told Wendy the truth. The idea that she had fucked a sibling duo actually turned her on. \n\nThat was a few years ago. Me and Wendy are married now but Mercy lives with us. When the three of us take vacations we switch things up and Mercy claims to be my wife while Wendy says she is my sister and tries to hunt for a stranger to bang her. It's usually not that hard for her."
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"content": "A gamer girl's friends know that she makes most of her money from streaming. It wasn't until someone brought up one of her cam girl videos at a party that they found at exactly where most of her streaming money came from...\n\nShe loved working as call girl in a city with so many spellcasters. As it turns out, wizards give some of the best and most unique *tips*...\n\nNo one would have guessed that a tomboy like her made her living dolling herself up and jumping out of cakes. At least not until a work party she'd been hired for happened to beware her best friend worked. Considering he's a guest of honor, she decides to give him a bit of special attention..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The forest was commonly known to the villagers as forbidden. However, as a new resident, you didn’t know of this rule, until it was too late. | [
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"content": "warnings: monster/beast, roughness, choking, noncon? dubcon? if i continue this maybe i'll make it more clear lol\n\n---\n\nThe beast had Helena by the throat. Its other hand gripped her breast, kneading and pulling and pinching, leaving it red and aching and sensitive. These holds were enough to keep her suspended, her back pressed against its furred chest, legs dangling uselessly with feet of space between her and the ground, and the beast's cock slammed inside her.\n\nShe hadn't gotten a good look at it—the shape had surged towards her through the darkness of the wood, and she'd yelled, stumbled back, tripped over a root or a rock or some unseen thing, and dropped her only light source. The fire had gone out instead of lighting the whole forest ablaze. It had been meager; darkness fell so quickly, and she had gotten so deep into the woods without realizing, let herself get lost.\n\nIt hadn't done her the decency of stripping her entirely, only scraping claws through her dress enough to free her breasts and give it access up her skirts. In between the short, harsh breaths she could manage around the grip on her neck, Helena whimpered against the force of the thrusts into her. Her legs shook beneath her, cum and juices running down her pale thighs and dripping into the grass. The beast grunted and growled, close enough that she could feel the heat of its breath against her neck and spit flick onto her face. One hand gripped into the beast's wrist—human-*shaped*, like most of the rest of it appeared to be, but thick and muscular—where it gripped her throat. The other scrabbled against its side for purchase, trying in vain to steady herself, gripping into its fur each time its cock slammed inside her.\n\nMalice hadn't kept the village from warning her. Everyone had quietly assumed to themselves that someone *else* had already told the gentle herbalist who had just arrived in town about the beast that lurked in the nearby woods, about how being caught outside in the dark spelled certain doom. She hadn't meant to get lost. She hadn't known.\n\nThe beast's cock cracked her open, again and again; she'd thought her body might get used to the feeling of it, the *size* of it, but with each thrust, Helena felt that same certainty that she might split apart. She hadn't quite the air to moan. With the heat in her building, the awful, aching pleasure tearing through her, she wanted to, *needed* to. Instead she just felt lightheaded. Her vision swam.\n\nThe cock pulsed inside her, and the beast's thrusts came somehow faster. It squeezed her breast tight enough to hurt, claws not quite *digging* in but scraping at her skin enough to leave marks. Helena gasped and whimpered, legs spasming uselessly in the air—and at once the beast released her throat, and Helena let out a strangled cry as she came. Her legs kicked out, her hands clenched into fur, her eyes rolled back. Her already blurred vision went hot white.\n\nThe beast slammed into her down to the hilt and went still but for the rapid throbbing that preceded a burst of seed inside her. It oozed out of her, around his cock, drenching Helena's thighs, puddling below them. Helena gasped and groaned, desperate to catch her breath and not quite managing it while the cum still flooded her, keeping her from coming down from her orgasm.\n\nIt had not been the first time. At this point, Helena hadn't the sense left about her to think about the last.\n\nThe beast ripped its cock from her, and again, Helena cried out. She was permitted little respite: its hands moved to her sides and quick as a blink, the beast threw her to the ground.\n\nShe had no chance to sit up, or even to turn onto her back instead of her stomach. Its hand, practically as big as her head, grabbed into her hair, long and black and torn out of the braid she had been wearing ages ago, and forced her down, keeping her cheek pressed into the dirt. The other hand braced onto the ground just ahead of her so it had leverage enough to slam back into her from behind.\n\nAgain, Helena cried out. At least this time, as it fucked her, she was free to moan."
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"content": "The cafe, just off campus was really nice. It had been a great place to bring a date, with the food and atmosphere both being cozy and delightful. Mark had thought that Mary, his colleague from the English department would have appreciated it more than she did. Of course, he didn't expect her husband to walk in, and for her to vanish out the side entrance like a ninja.\n\nA ninja with his phone. His phone was on top of her laptop case. Along with all of her stuff. And she'd grabbed it, she just scooped everything up and ran. Mark wasn't sure if He was more upset that she turned out to be married, or that she'd left him, a professor of English history stranded in a cafe with a $90 bill he couldn't pay and not even any cat videos to soothe himself with.\n\nHe was sitting in the booth, really, really really savoring is overpriced latte and what remained of his would-be girlfriends overpriced caramel macchiato. He was picking at the overpriced strawberry shortcake and overpriced salmon quiche as well. He had to admit... They weren't *that* overpriced. They *were* delicious.\n\nThe last thing that he expected was for a hot young redhead to pop into the booth next to him. She was tall and leggy, wearing a cut off halter top that hugged her heavy breasts and left her midriff bear. Her lowriding black jeans might have been better described as leggings with aspirations, but they hugged her round ass and shapely thighs well enough. The white, creamy skin of her firm tummy was soft and alluring, and the smattering of freckles on her cleavage, shoulders and face couldn't tell it but draw his eye.\n\nHe also noticed the bulge in her jeans. Her thick yet modest girl cock. Just above the slight camel toe of her pussy. It wasn't like she tried to hide it. She was a futanari, a grad student here at the college, and she was the owner of this cafe.\n\n\"Hi! I'm Jessa! But I bet you noticed that!\" She winked a green eye. Smiling at his sudden blush and fluster, at having been spotted checking her out.\n\n\"I... ah! Sorry!\" He stammered.\n\n\"Don't worry about it! I know I'm hot!\" She shrugged, sitting down next to him. \"Whenever I waitress in here, I get great tips. Which is kind of embarrassing, as the owner. Still though? If you've got it, flaunt it, I always say.\" She stretched out her long body, her top Riding up to reveal the bottom of her black lacy bra, its huge cups clearly straining with the mass of her tits. Her naked, flat stomach rising and falling with her breath. Her legs seemed to go on for miles, and Mark only now noticed that her sneakers were high heel wedges. She really did dress to impress.\n\nShe helped herself to a strawberry off of Mary's cake picking it up with her fingers and sucking them clean of the sweet tart red sauce, closing her eyes in obvious pleasure. \"Your date left pretty quick, didn't she?\" She raised an eyebrow, smiling with plump, Ruby red lips.\n\n\"That, she did,\" Mark offered. \"It seems she was spooked by her husband, whom I assure you, I did not know about...\" He tossed a glance towards the gray haired man eating a Wellington croissant across the cafe.\n\nJessa looked the other man over. \"Too bad for her. He looks like he's at least 20 years older than you, and you're *way* cuter,\" She stared intently at Mark, as he blushed at the compliment. She could tell that he was internally debating whether or not he should correct her about his age. He knew he was in his forties, perhaps only 10 years younger than Mary's husband, but he couldn't help but bask in the compliment from the 20 something futanari vixen who seemed to be all but openly flirting with him.\n\n\"Thank you,\" Mark said, simply. He briefly cleared his throat, adjusting his glasses and running a hand through his dark hair, grateful for his intact hairline and lack of more than a speckling of gray.\n\nJessa smiled. \"It's too bad a guy like you had such lousy luck tonight. How would you like to try our bacon maple macarons? We've got a lot of cool flavors. I'll Even give you a sampler plate on the house!\"\n\nThat brought Mark back down to earth, just a bit. \"Speaking of... On the house...\" He fidgeted with the edge of his jacket, gesturing stiffly, with his other, empty hand. \"When Mary... Professor Lawson, made her hasty exit, she may have done so with my phone. My phone of course having my payment credentials on it... I may not, have, at this moment, the ability to pay for any of this meal... As such.\" \n\nJessa's eyes went wide, and then she gave a cat-like smile. \"Oh! So... You're a deadbeat right now?\" She teased. \"Thinking about doing a dine and dash? Well, we'll just have to work out an alternate payment..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [pm] mind slave of body - tf/corruption prompt | [
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"content": "You were researching the potential applications of the adage 'mind over matter', delving into occult records and theories for any inspiration or lead. \n\nAs a dutiful researcher, not even the 69th poorly compiled website deterred you from following the instructions on yet another \"transform your body with your mind\" spell. Your crazy boss was paying, after all.\n\nSaid boss was estatic when you woke up and reported the changes. Your fellow researchers were also relieved to have something to do with their theory work other than slog through more baseless claims.\n\nIn fact, once you got over being promoted to observation subject, you found yourself being okay with the entire situation too.\n\nAnd then the data started to suggest that the reason nothing else was working was that the adage was backwards. And now you're not sure if you're actually okay with your new body, or if it's *making* you okay with it."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: After laying your fourth egg, you're pretty sure that potion you drank as a dare has something to do with your predicament. | [
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"content": "This probably wasn't what you had in mind, lol.\n\n\\--\n\nEmily wakes up with her hands clenched on her stomach. The building pleasure is the first thing her conscious mind registered, followed by a strange gurgling deep in her guts. \r \n\r \n“Not again,” She groans, feeling the urgent need to push. Still lying in her bed, warm under the covers, she feels something shift inside her. The intense mixture of fullness and desire makes her muscles convulse involuntarily, and she stumbles out of the bed, hoping to make it to the toilet in time. \r \n\r \nOn shaking knees, she crawls across the room, tearing her panties off just in time to situate herself on the hard, plastic seat. \r \n\r \n“Arrrrrgh!” She screams, feeling the knot of strangeness inside of her shift lower, working itself down through some strange internal machinery. She can see the bulge in her guts traveling south, distending her belly as it makes its inevitable way out. \r \n\r \nShe screams again, pushing as hard as she can and finally feels the mass exit her body, a small splash announcing its release.\r \n\r \n“Fucking Jesus.” She wipes the strands of loose hair that have stuck to her sweaty face away and opens her knees, peering down into the toilet bowl at the pink and blue striped hard-boiled egg floating horrifyingly beneath her. \r \n\r \n“What the fuck was in that bottle?” She thought back to the party the night before, struggling to remember any new details. \r \n\r \nIt had started innocently enough, friends getting together for dinner and games. Her best friend Becca had hosted, merging a few different groups for the evening, and most everyone had gotten along. \r \n\r \nThe odd man out had been an old lady named Morgoth. Strangely, while most of the group was in their mid 20s, Morgoth was extremely old. At one point, someone had made an inquiry into her actual age, and she’d said 269, but everyone assumed it was a poorly made joke. \r \n\r \nEmily’s take was that Morgoth was some kind of eccentric artist doing a living commentary on society’s dismal of elderly woman, or something else pretentious like that. She’d insisted she was an ancient forest witch, and she’d certainly looked the part. Her long white hair had been interwoven with twigs, leaves, and some convincing looking plastic insects, and her floor length purple robe looked like it hadn’t been washed or repaired in a century. \r \n\r \nMorgoth had been quiet most of the night, sitting alone in the corner and stroking a robotic crow, which occasionally emitted angry squawks When Morgoth had suggested a challenge to the rest of the group, they’d all assumed she’d meant a game, but no one understood the rules when she simply held up a single stoppered glass vial.\r \n\r \nAlways a supporter of the arts and the awkward, Emily had volunteered, stepping up and taking the vial. The label seemed to be parchment with an ancient looking cursive script that Emily still couldn’t recall. She’d removed the stopper, held the vial up as if toasting, and then tossed it back like a shot. \r \n\r \nThe group cheered, but when they looked back at Morgoth, she’d disappeared, vanished as if into thin air. Emily has smacked her lips confused. The liquid had lacked any alcohol burn, tasting instead like fresh grass and candy. It wasn’t entirely unpleasant, but it was strange to say the least. \r \n\r \nIt wasn’t until several hours later that Emily’s insides had churned for the first time. This was the fifth such occurrence and each had produced an ornate pastel egg, bobbing away in the toilet water, and each time she’d clenched and squirmed, two other strange things happened. First, the pleasure of pushing the eggs out had brought her to the edge of orgasm. Second, as the egg shifted from being in her to being out of her, she could feel her breasts and ass swelling, literally lifting her up off the toilet seat. It was all so surreal, and she didn’t even know where to turn. \r \n\r \nLike the others, she carefully plucks this one out, washing it in the sink and setting it in a woven basket that she’d dug out of her closet. She doesn’t know why, but some urge inside of her wants to keep the eggs safe. \r \n\r \n“Eostre!” She shouts out, surprising even herself. She’d finally remembered the strange letters that she’d seen scrawled on the bottle! She immediately opens Google to look up anything she can find on the word and its relationship to bottles, liquids, or ancient forest witches. \r \n\r \nThe results come up practically empty. The only lead is from a museum exhibit, which included a small clay ampule dated 1 A.D. with the same strange word etched into its delicate surface. She pinches and zooms on images to confirm it’s the same word she remembers. It definitely is, but even this link tells her nothing about her current predicament."
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"content": "\"Man, I wish I had more potato chips\" Marcus complained as they sat around the campfire.\n\n\"Don't say that!\" I protested, feeling the twitch of desire between my legs and feeling the fluster of embarrassment on my face. Everyone shot a look of confusion at me.\n\n\"uhhhh, ok, sorry I guess\" He apologized as he tossed the biodegradable bag into the fireplace. \"Just figured driving the lich out of the abandoned furniture store wouldn'ta taken as long as it has.\"\n\n\"No, sorry, I mean\" I stammered, attempting to do damage control. \"We're all a little tense, it's just, you know, as a Genie.\"\n\n\"Cass, you're doing that thing again. What's wrong?\"\n\nI clasped my hands together and sighed \"You all know how genies grant wishes\"\n\nAll four of the members: Marcus, Mack, Caitlin, and Saphira nodded.\n\n\"Well, we actually have a 'thing' about wishes.\"\n\n\"A thing?\" Caitlin raised an eyebrow, setting the bow she had been repairing down.\n\nI nodded.\n\n\"You mean a like a nervous tick, or...\"\n\n\"No like aaaaa -oh lords\"\n\nMarcus smiled that evil smile he got occasionally \"I wish you'd elaborate a bit more\"\n\nFUUUCCKK!\n\nI moaned, feeling myself gripping my harem pants \"ohhhhh, a sexy thing. When you say that I get all hot and bothered unless I grant your wishhh - fuck you Marcus!\"\n\n\"I wish you'd dance for us\"\n\n\"I wish I didn't have to get more firewood later\"\n\n\"I wish for world peace!\" Mack concluded. \n\nMy knees buckled as I dropped my pants. No one had stopped watching me, but I NEEDED to play with myself or I was going to go crazy. I massaged my moistened womanhood as I thrusted into the air.\n\n\"I wish for a sandwich\"\n\n\"I wish for the finest jewel in the land\"\n\n\"I wish the desert lands of the west would switch to the metric system\"\n\nI came, gushing onto the flying carpet I had been resting on. My screams echoing across the desert. I laid back as I panted heavily.\n\n\"I wish -huh huh huh - you'd all - huh huh huh- go fuck yourselves!\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A man washes ashore on the fabled island of the Amazons, unaware that his appearance there is part of an ancient prophecy... | [
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"content": "The sand was warm, and the salty ocean air was constant. Henry had learned to hate that smell. After being adrift in the ocean for weeks, the scent nauseated him. He had no idea where he was, but it hardly mattered. As long as it was a landmass large enough to not have ocean air, he would be fine with anything. \n\nHis steps were wobbly at first, since he had spent so long sitting in a life raft, but he soon remembered how to walk straight. He immediately headed inland, towards a forest off in the distance. He did not immediately know of any places that had a forest right next to a beach, but that was nothing new. There were a lot of places Henry did not know. \n\nThe place was wild like few wooded areas were these days, with a huge variety of plants and animals. Fortunately all the animals he saw were of the small and cute variety. He would not be so happy if he ran into a bear or wolves.\n\nIt took ten minutes before he ran into an animal larger than a squirrel. And it, thankfully, a human. She was a large woman who stood even taller than he did, and looked like she lived in a gym. She wore thick leathers that covered her fairly well, although left her meaty arms exposed.\n\nHer hair was short and black, and her hazel eyes opened wide at the sight of him. The muscle bound beauty opened and closed her mouth a few times.\n\n\"Uh...hi?\" Henry said. \"Can you tell me where this is?\"\n\nThe woman shouted in a language he did not recognize. Within seconds, Henry was surrounded by similarly dressed women. The women circled him, pointing spears, actual spears, at him. Henry laughed nervously and held his hands up, as if that would do anything. \n\nThe women spoke to each other, obviously not sure what to do with him. As they conversed, Henry got a better look at his new captors. All of them were tall, with long legs and incredible curves. All sported impressing busts, slim waists and wide hips. And all of them were well muscled, and incredibly beautiful.\n\nHe roughly got a sense that there were three \"types\" of women. The first, such as the first woman he met, was built like a bodybuilder. Ripped, cut muscles that bulged under smooth skin. The second group were built more like power lifters. Sheer size and bulk that was built for power and nothing else. The third were smaller, with muscles more like fitness models than anything. Smaller and more compact than the first, but even more defined, if such a thing were possible. \n\n\"Uh, sorry if I disturbed you ladies. But if you could point me to the nearest highway, I'll get out of your hair and let you finish... whatever you were doing.\"\n\nThe women looked at him. They seemed to have come to a decision. One of them spoke to him in their language. He did not know what she said, but he got the idea when she jabbed her spear at him. Not enough to hurt, but enough to send a message.\n\nThey started walking, making sure Henry was in the middle of their formation. They led him through the forest without much trouble. They were all well accustomed to the environment, and did not let much slow their progress. In fact, they simply moved through most obstacles by simply breaking them down. Small trees were ripped out of the ground and large rocks were shattered. Even the smaller women were more than capable of throwing boulders like beach balls. Henry wondered why they even needed spears with that kind of power, but he did not question their choices. \n\nThanks to their direct path through the forest, they soon reached a village. Buildings made of wood and stone stood around streets made of brick. The scent of cooking meat and vegetables filled the air, and people walked the streets. And all of them were women. Most were dressed in simple outfits of cloth, although he did see several warriors like his escorts wandering around.\n\nThey were also clearly cut from the same cloth. Every woman looked like she could rip him in half if they wanted to, on top of being supermodel gorgeous. Even the children were powerfully built. A group of little girls ran around, playing with a rock almost as big as they were. That made him feel inadequate as a man. \n\nHenry soon realized that he was not in a village, but a full blown town. Maybe even a small city. He came to this conclusion based on how long it was taking to get anywhere in the place. Wherever he was being brought, it was quite distant from the edge of the town.\n\nWhen they finally arrived, Henry stood in front of a large, two story stone building at what he assumed was the middle of the place. It was likely some kind of government center, and had two guards standing in front of the door. The guards and warriors spoke a few words before the latter moved aside so the former could see Henry. One of the guards rushed into the building.\n\nSeveral minutes later, the guard returned and said something in quick, frantic words. The warriors looked at each other and pushed him through the door. He was lead through a short corridor into a large, open room. It almost looked like a throne room, since the only pieces of furniture were three chairs. Or rather, thrones.\n\nThe largest of them was occupied by the largest woman Henry had ever seen. She was probably in her 50s or 60s, but she was practically made of muscle. The woman wore colorful robes and an elaborate headdress, with a massive spear resting next to her.\n\nTo her left was another massive woman, although not as big as the first. She wore an outfit similar to the warriors, but more substantial. It even had some metal plates in certain areas. The woman sported a long scar down her otherwise flawless cheek, and looked at him like he was a slab of beef in a butcher shop. Her massive muscles flexed and twitched as she watches him.\n\nTo the older woman's right was a young woman, probably around Henry's age. She was of the more fitness oriented build, and was dressed in flowing robes instead of leather armor. And she was gorgeous even among the very beautiful residents of the town. She was also absolutely stacked, with breasts the size of her head. His eyes lingered on her chest a little longer than he meant to, but she did not seem to mind. In fact, she arched her back just a tiny bit. \n\nThe older woman spoke in their language. The warriors responded with obvious deference. After a few minutes, the warriors left, leaving Henry with what he assumed were the leaders of these people. The elder looked at him with a gaze evey but as sharp as her weapon. And then she spoke.\n\nHer words were in a different language, this time one he actually recognized. She was speaking French. It was a shame Henry did not. She soon switched langues, this time to Spanish. She huffed and tried again.\n\n\"How about now? Is this tongue one you know?\" She spoke, now in perfect English.\n\n\"Uh, yes, I do, uh, ma'am.\"\n\n\"Of course, it would be this one. I dispise English. Such a clunky tongue. But, if it is what you speak, it shall be spoken around you.\"\n\n\"I...thank you.\"\n\n\"What is your name, man?\"\n\n\"Henry, ma'am.\"\n\n\"Henry. Do you know where you are?\"\n\n\"Not a clue, ma'am.\"\n\nThe warrior woman looked like she wanted to jump out of her seat. To what purpose, Henry had no idea, but it was probably nothing good. The younger beauty lounged in her seat, stretching her long, fit legs."
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"content": "\"Don't you dare say it\"\n\nI chortled, my partner's face grimacing as I failed to contain myself.\n\n\"Honey, you're gonna give yourself a black eye!\" I bust out laughing and she smacked me with a towel on hand. \"You fucking asshole! How am I supposed to play tennis with these massive things!?\"\n\nI was far from ready to complain, but it was true. Perhaps she should have noticed something was amiss a few days ago when the growing had started, but now as a solid F cup none of her tops were going to comfortably fit anymore. \n\n\"Well\" I began, still wearing a mischievous grin. \"At least you have one cup that still fits.\"\n\nShe scoffed. \"Oh right, like I'm gonna risk getting an H cup just to save a few dollars.\"\n\nNow, as long as we had been together I knew two things about Laurel: She was stubborn as hell, and she was a terrible liar. Perhaps my joke hadn't been the best move, because I swear getting an H cup sounded exactly like the thing she wanted. \n\n\"Well then.\" I said, picking up the offending brazier. \"Maybe I should just toss these then?\"\n\n\"No, you dolt!\" She shouted, snatching them from my hand. \"What if they need it to undo the damage?\"\n\nI grinned again. She was so cute when she pretended to be angry. I decided to play along a bit more.\n\n\"Okay, okay. Geez, but maybe we should put them somewhere safe. Don't want them falling onto the wrong tits, y'know?\"\n\nHands on her hips, with a strong 'seriously' look. I decided not to press my luck\n\n\\-\n\nThe next few days, to the shock of no one, Laurel had conveniently 'forgotten' about the curse that made he bust so generous. Every other hour it seemed like she had the damn bra on, and her excuses only got more silly with time. Her breasts had evolved into a G cup, with little sign of stopping from this silly back and forth.\n\n\"I-I forgot these were the curse bra and needed to wear something\" \n\n\"I-I thought I heard someone knocking and wanted to get decent before answering the door!\"\n\nI wish she'd just come out and say 'I-I want the most massive tits in the neighborhood' already!\n\nI didn't even question her by the fifth (sixth?) time I caught her wearing them. If she wanted breasts bigger than her head then I was absolutely the last person going to complain. \n\nAs the day drew on I found herself admiring her new gains in our bathroom mirror. My erection needed no assistance at the sight of her pinching her nipples and fondling herself. \n\nI wrapped my arms around her stomach and they were easily eclipsed by her chest.\n\n\"Y'know\" I said while kissing her lovely neck. \"I love you no matter what letter grade your tits get.\"\n\nShe sighed a resigned sigh as my hands moved to play with her new toys. She looked incredibly annoyed at my 'pew pew' sounds. God I loved her.\n\n\"So then, hypothetically\" She stared. \"How would you feel if my girls had to 'be held back a few years' at the grade they got?\"\n\n\"My Dear, I'd give a million bucks to be that summer school teacher.\"\n\nAs much as I loved seeing her fake her anger, seeing that beaming smile was the cherry on top.\n\n\"Oh pookey, you're gonna be there to help keep them supported, right?\"\n\n\"I got two arms, don't I?\"\n\nShe returned a kiss \"Well then, all aboard to K-ville! Population: these two girls!\""
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"content": "\"Custom *suit!* I wanted a custom *suit!*\"\n\n`\"My apologies. CustomSlut does not currently sell men's formal wear.\"`\n\nI pinned my back to my bedroom door and struggled to catch my breath as the events of the last three minutes spun in my head like marbles in a blender. Not only had a weird delivery service dropped off a massive futuristic-looking storage container in my living room, not only had a *woman* emerged from it, not only had I failed to get the perfect suit for Jessica's wedding—*which is tomorrow*—and not only had I spent my life savings on... *whatever* was currently happening. But just to make things even stranger, I was currently having an argument with an app.\n\n\"This is definitely a prank,\" I said, panting like I'd run a marathon. \"This is a prank! Okay. Yes. This is a prank.\"\n\n`\"This is not a prank,\"` the app responded. It had a pleasant female AI-generated voice that was patient and calm. At least one of us was calm.\n\n\"What... what even is she?!\" I said. \"Is she human? She looks human. That's a... hot... *human woman* that came out of that... *containment*... thing.\"\n\n`\"CustomSluts are genetically engineered organisms,\"` App explained, `\"conditioned to your specifications.\"`\n\n\"Oh fuck, am... am I like... a human trafficker now?\"\n\n`\"Your CustomSlut is fully aware of her nature, and is excited to serve you.\"`\n\nA shadow crept under my door, and gentle footfalls followed it. \"Hello? I'm looking for Brennan. Is he here?\" a woman's voice inquired.\n\n*\"Shit shit shit,\"* I whispered. \"What do I do?\"\n\n`\"Please touch the fingerprint sensor on your device to confirm delivery.\"`\n\n\"No no, I mean... she's... looking for me. What do I do?\"\n\n`\"Your CustomSlut is fully aware of her nature, and is excited to serve you.\"`\n\nI let my head flop against the door. How was I going to explain any of this to my friends? To *Jessica?* No one would believe any of this! I definitely wasn't. The thought of trying made me laugh. *Sorry guys, I can't go to our best friend's wedding, I ordered a naked woman on an app.*\n\n\"I just wanted a really nice suit, you know?\" I explained to the app. God, I was talking to it now. \"Something to... something to really impress her. I mean, I know she's literally getting married to someone else, but... I don't know. I just... maybe she'd have finally *seen* me. It was a *nice* suit.\n\n`\"My apologies. CustomSlut does not currently sell men's formal wear.\"`\n\nA thought wrinkled my brow. \"So... how did I order a thick, double-breasted suit from your... uh, store?\"\n\n`\"Your CustomSlut is of body type 'thick' and has two F-cup breasts.\"`\n\nI recoiled. \"I could have ordered a woman with just one?!\"\n\n`\"CustomSluts are genetically engineered organisms,\"` the app began.\n\n\"No no, okay, I don't want to know,\" I interrupted. \"But, the prompt I wrote into the AI was very specific. 'Slim-waisted?'\"\n\n`\"Your CustomSlut has an hourglass figure.\"`\n\n\"Tight-fitted sleeve?\"\n\n`\"Your CustomSlut is particularly tight and will conform to the shape of your member.\"`\n\n\"Seersucker fabric?\"\n\n`\"Your CustomSlut will always suck you off the moment she sees you.\"`\n\nAnother knock at the door startled me. \"Hello?\" the woman who'd emerged from the container asked again, whoever she was.\n\n`\"Please touch the fingerprint sensor on your device to confirm delivery,\"` the app prompted again."
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"content": "Artemis placed a hand on her stomach, stroking her newly round belly with an almost absent look in her eyes. She should have known better than to follow a succubus onto her home turf. Her quarry hadn't even needed to double back on her. The spirits there almost instantly set upon her.\n\nShe had barely even noticed the tendrils of arcane Shadow and ectoplasm wrapping around her. She'd simply been halted in her tracks, wispy and semi incorporeal arms and hands grabbing her ankles, her own arms, all over her!\n\nHer armor had been stripped off of her in mere moments. Holy enchantments or not, there were just too many spirits to contend with, and she could only thrash and struggle, as her protective metal shell was pulled away. Soon, her pale white flesh was exposed to the darkness of the nether realm, and she could feel more hands and tentacles all over her. \n\nA slimy pink tentacle wrapped itself around her waist, and she felt herself being pulled backwards and lifted off of the ground. It was only then that she turned behind her and saw that it wasn't a tentacle, but a tongue! A giant, fat demon was pulling her directly into his mouth. He looked like a cross between an ogre and a frog, and he had a great, fat belly. Other spirits were streaming into him, even as he pulled her towards his gaping maw. She was pulled into his mouth, and she felt his tongue licking her all over, even as she was pushed into his throat and swallowed down. She made a great bulge in his throat, and she could feel her whole body being constricted, as he squeezed her down into his stomach. She felt the demon pat is great, fat belly with obvious satisfaction, belching, and rubbing the new bulge in his stomach through his layers of fat.\n\nShe feared the worst, starting to panic, but her ordeal was hardly over. The spirits that had gone streaming into his mouth didn't seem to mind the cramped quarters of his stomach, and they were still upon her, gripping her legs and arms, wrapping themselves around her, and some, in their incorporeal state, even entering her body quite directly. She felt spirits enter her torso, and one even seemed to be keenly interested in passing directly into her head. It seemed to look directly into her eyes, its own strange form seeming to have a pair of beautiful, emerald green eyes of its own for a brief moment, before it overwhelmed her vision and passed directly into her."
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"content": "His wife knew that he had a crush on his best friend. His best friend's girlfriend knew that he had a crush on his best friend. His busty, tomboy, gamer girl best friend tried to ignore the fact that he had a crush on her, Even if he was cute, but she knew too.\n\nLoving his wife and loving his relationship with his friend, he figured it would always go unrequited.\n\nThat was before his wife and his best friend's girlfriend decided On the perfect gift for their significant others: a polycule!"
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"content": "Even after all these years muscle memory never seemed to fade. Before heading out I checked my pockets for a phone and wallet that I no longer carried. Well, no longer had to physically haul around like an unwanted appendage. A tap on the knob and my front door clicked locked. Even now I mused to myself how would I get home if I lost my hand. \n\nThe line at the restaurant was long. Hangry long. As I waited patiently, daydreaming about all of the hilarious jokes I've been passed along I felt a tap on the nape of my neck. I spun around to see a cute brunette in a sweat shirt an yoga pants. That initial tap passed along a hilarious stream of pics of her goldie rolling around in the grass. Jasmine, the girl (Erica) had named her after she found the dog destroying her mother's jasmine flowers. \n\nI laughed, and with a swipe on the back of her hand showed her what I had been thinking about. She burst out laughing, unable to contain herself. Much so, we hadn't even noticed the line had thinned. The cashier tapped my shoulder and my order of a large burger and fries had been placed. Erica and I rounded the corner to the hallway leading to the bathrooms. I pressed her against the wall as I fondled her left breast and lapped her tongue with mine. It was a date; she could just let herself into my place later that night for us to get better acquainted. \n\nAs I walked back to my car, order in hand, She pinched my ass one last time, leaving a parting thought. I imagined her, spread eagle on my bed as I pounded her tight ass into my sheets. She gnawed her lip as she moaned my name, begging to fill her up. \n\nI drove off, erection uncomfortably pressing against my jeans. \n\nAs the sun set I parked with gleeful anticipation. My door registered one occupant as I let myself in. We wasted no time with words as I helped her out of her t-shirt. I saw her past as my fingers graced her sides: quiet the party slut always eager to hook up with at least one guy any time she was out. Impressive.\n\nI leaned in, feeling her warmth as I helped her out of her bra and filled her mind with my own sexual conquests. Hours spent treating the game of casual hooks with the determination most invested into a hobby. My generous cock had explored its share, and was eager for one more notch on the belt. She beamed a smile, and losing all pretense nearly ripped her yoga pants off.\n\nI teased her folds, a lovely cunt with a trimmed bush on top eagerly inviting me in. She cooed as I entered, rubbing my arms as I slowly probed her. Even after all these years old habits died hard and I fought the urge to encourage the moment. \n\nWe savored each other, sharing an ocean of thoughts and passions as my slow tease grew into a torrent of thrusting, pounding her g-spot as her memory so carefully showed me how. She tried to wrap her arms around my shoulders but couldn't quite reach as she moaned my name and cursed like a sailor.\n\nShe climaxed first, filling my head with some secrets no one should know. I shared a promise not to tell as I followed suit, filling her with a glorious cream-pie that spilled quite a few of my lifelong stories. \n\nWe were one, if only for a moment."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: This new fad is hilarious. Get this: girls dress up like clowns and... fuck people in the middle of the street. Hahahahaha | [
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"content": "Probably not quite what you had in mind, lol. \n\n\\--\n\nEmily wakes up with her hands clenched on her stomach. The building pleasure is the first thing her conscious mind registered, followed by a strange gurgling deep in her guts. \r \n\r \n“Not again,” She groans, feeling the urgent need to push. Still lying in her bed, warm under the covers, she feels something shift inside her. The intense mixture of fullness and desire makes her muscles convulse involuntarily, and she stumbles out of the bed, hoping to make it to the toilet in time. \r \n\r \nOn shaking knees, she crawls across the room, tearing her panties off just in time to situate herself on the hard, plastic seat. \r \n\r \n“Arrrrrgh!” She screams, feeling the knot of strangeness inside of her shift lower, working itself down through some strange internal machinery. She can see the bulge in her guts traveling south, distending her belly as it makes its inevitable way out. \r \n\r \nShe screams again, pushing as hard as she can and finally feels the mass exit her body, a small splash announcing its release.\r \n\r \n“Fucking Jesus.” She wipes the strands of loose hair that have stuck to her sweaty face away and opens her knees, peering down into the toilet bowl at the pink and blue striped hard-boiled egg floating horrifyingly beneath her. \r \n\r \n“What the fuck was in that bottle?” She thought back to the party the night before, struggling to remember any new details. \r \n\r \nIt had started innocently enough, friends getting together for dinner and games. Her best friend Becca had hosted, merging a few different groups for the evening, and most everyone had gotten along. \r \n\r \nThe odd man out had been an old lady named Morgoth. Strangely, while most of the group was in their mid 20s, Morgoth was extremely old. At one point, someone had made an inquiry into her actual age, and she’d said 269, but everyone assumed it was a poorly made joke. \r \n\r \nEmily’s take was that Morgoth was some kind of eccentric artist doing a living commentary on society’s dismal of elderly woman, or something else pretentious like that. She’d insisted she was an ancient forest witch, and she’d certainly looked the part. Her long white hair had been interwoven with twigs, leaves, and some convincing looking plastic insects, and her floor length purple robe looked like it hadn’t been washed or repaired in a century. \r \n\r \nMorgoth had been quiet most of the night, sitting alone in the corner and stroking a robotic crow, which occasionally emitted angry squawks When Morgoth had suggested a challenge to the rest of the group, they’d all assumed she’d meant a game, but no one understood the rules when she simply held up a single stoppered glass vial.\r \n\r \nAlways a supporter of the arts and the awkward, Emily had volunteered, stepping up and taking the vial. The label seemed to be parchment with an ancient looking cursive script that Emily still couldn’t recall. She’d removed the stopper, held the vial up as if toasting, and then tossed it back like a shot. \r \n\r \nThe group cheered, but when they looked back at Morgoth, she’d disappeared, vanished as if into thin air. Emily has smacked her lips confused. The liquid had lacked any alcohol burn, tasting instead like fresh grass and candy. It wasn’t entirely unpleasant, but it was strange to say the least. \r \n\r \nIt wasn’t until several hours later that Emily’s insides had churned for the first time. This was the fifth such occurrence and each had produced an ornate pastel egg, bobbing away in the toilet water, and each time she’d clenched and squirmed, two other strange things happened. First, the pleasure of pushing the eggs out had brought her to the edge of orgasm. Second, as the egg shifted from being in her to being out of her, she could feel her breasts and ass swelling, literally lifting her up off the toilet seat. It was all so surreal, and she didn’t even know where to turn. \r \n\r \nLike the others, she carefully plucks this one out, washing it in the sink and setting it in a woven basket that she’d dug out of her closet. She doesn’t know why, but some urge inside of her wants to keep the eggs safe. \r \n\r \n“Eostre!” She shouts out, surprising even herself. She’d finally remembered the strange letters that she’d seen scrawled on the bottle! She immediately opens Google to look up anything she can find on the word and its relationship to bottles, liquids, or ancient forest witches. \r \n\r \nThe results come up practically empty. The only lead is from a museum exhibit, which included a small clay ampule dated 1 A.D. with the same strange word etched into its delicate surface. She pinches and zooms on images to confirm it’s the same word she remembers. It definitely is, but even this link tells her nothing about her current predicament."
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"content": "\"*Who's a cute little button!*\" Shade said, waving her razor-sharp claw over the infant's body. Of course, she couldn't hurt the child- she was an innocent. \"*It's you!*\"\n\nThe child giggled, as their little hands reached for Shade's massive chest. \"*Are you hungry little one?*\" she asked. The baby's hands reached upwards, answering Shade's question. \"*I shall return with a bottle of your mother's milk, child,*\" she said, before turning away from the child. As she floated through the small apartment, her mind drifted to the child's mother. She wasn't here, of course. \n\nShe was almost never here- working several jobs at once to support her and her child. Shade helped, of course- utilizing her magic to create opportunities for her. A potential thief entered the premises once; he met his end on her claws, and she arranged for a PSA about locking doors to find itself on her ever growling pile of bills. (Even despite Shade's constant destruction of them)\n\nShe carefully pulled the bottle of formula out of her Shadowspace, and set about making it. As she did, she looked at herself in the mirror. She was still herself- a 9 feet tall Nocturnaid, with a bone white skull of some form of animal for her face. However, she was rarely that high normally, preferring to crouch down. \n\nSatisfied with the consistency of the milk, she floated back, handing it to the child. The infant grasped at it, quickly chugging the entire bottle. They coo-ed, kicking their legs back and forth in their cradle.\n\n<\\[{(\\_+\\_)}\\]>\n\nMary sighed, climbing up the rickety old staircase to her shitty old apartment. She got a promotion, which finally meant that one missed hour wouldn't put either her or Taylor in the streets. \n\nAt least her mother agreed to babysit Taylor while she worked. Even though it was uncharacteristically generous of the old bat, she wouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth. \"Hey Ma,\" she said, entering her apartment, \"I'm back early.\"\n\nThe apartment was quiet, too quiet. \"Ma?\" she asked, not bothering to take off her shoes. She ran into the bedroom, stopping just short of going inside. She dropped her purse in shock at seeing a giant... shadow... *thing* in her bedroom, playing with Taylor. Her hand dropped to her Taser, and she screamed, \"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?\"\n\nThe giant skull mask twisted to look at her. \"*Y-you can see me?*\"\n\n\"Y-yeah?\" Mary said, trying not to panic, \"A-answer my question! A-and where's mom?\"\n\nThe mask twisted. \"*I was under the impression that you were the mother. But to answer your question, you may address me as Shade. I am the one to have been taking care of this child while you have been away.*\"\n\n\"Wait... then where's my mother?\"\n\nShade looked back towards Taylor, and said, \"*I do not know. I have been here since this child was born- you and I have been the only ones to enter and exit this place.*\"\n\n\"That... *LYING ASSHOLE!*\" she yelled. \"She promised me that she would-\" Mary crumbled, the force of everything crushing onto her. \"F-first Tom, t-then K-Karin, a-and now my-\"\n\nA hand came to rest on her shoulder. \"*Do you wish to talk about it?*\"\n\n<\\[{(\\_+\\_)}\\]>\n\n\"Mama!\" Taylor said, running up to her shadowy mother holding a piece of paper. \"Here!\"\n\nShade carefully took her daughter's paper, doing her best to avoid tearing it with her claws. In the center was a peach blob, with red hair, blue eyes, and a green shirt- obviously meant to be Taylor. Next to her was another blob, with yellow hair, blue eyes, and a purple shirt. It was obviously Mary.\n\nOn the other side of Taylor was a massive black blob, with a white face. \"Dat one's you!\" she said, pointing to the blob. Shade smiled and handed it back.\n\n\"*I love it, my little shadow,*\" she said, \"*Why don't you go show your momma?*\" Taylor ran to find her mother, and Shade focused back on the meal she was cooking.\n\nA few hours later, Taylor had been put to sleep. Shade floated outside of her girlfriend/wife's office. She floated inside, pulling the headphones off of the human's head. Mary's head fell into Shade's shoulder. \"*There we go, my love. Come on.*\"\n\n\"Did you see... Taylor's drawing?\"\n\n\"*Of course I did, my love.*\"\n\n\"The school's probably going to be in my hair because of it...\" she said.\n\nShade laughed, as she put away her skull. \"*Probably,*\" she said, pulling Mary closely. \"*But you'll get through it- I'm sure*.\"\n\n\"You... flirt...\"\n\n\"*It's the truth\\~*\""
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"content": "Lila finally stepped into the play, her slender fingers playing with a small remote. “Okay, I think she needs a break”, she said, her eyes trained on Eira’s squirming body. “When I press this button, it should deactivate the climax control, allowing you to finish. Ready?”\n\nGrimm, who was practically beginning to see stars through the haze of untamed pleasure and frustration, grunted a response. Fingers clutching Eira's shaking hips, he thrust one last brutal time into her ass, his cock throbbing needing, begging for release.\n\nUpon hearing what she could only assume was his assent, Lila pressed the button. What happened next would be forever etched into Grimm’s memory.\n\nInstead of the expected release of pent-up tension, everything vanished. His dick, rigid and pulsating a second ago, turned utterly numb, stripped of all sensation and pleasure. To his horror, he felt his balls release as if on command. A massive load of cum began to ooze out, traveling through his shaft and spilling into Eira's stretched hole, but the orgasm never came.\n\nThere was no rush, no ecstasy, no overwhelming quake of orgasmic bliss... just the physical act of spilling seed, devoid of any thrill. His cock went soft immediately, leaving him utterly unsatisfied and burning with a unique brand of lingering horniness.\n\nThe soft, numb dick slipped from Eira’s gaping ass, and his cum started to leak out from her twitching hole, seeping onto the mattress beneath her. His panting echoed around the room as he toppled down beside her, the physical exhaustion at odds with his achingly unsatisfied sexual desire.\n\nLila studied Grimm's bewildered facial expression and the plethora of raw emotions that flickered in his eyes. \"Ah, hmm, I see there are still a few kinks to work out\", she admitted sheepishly, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear awkwardly. \"Why don't you two take the rest of the day off? We'll pick this up again tomorrow.\"\n\nExhausted and unsatisfied, Grimm just grumbled under his breath before sliding off the cock ring and gathering himself up off the floor, while Eira, waist-deep in afterglow, murmured something incoherent and snuggled closer into the mattress. As Grimm wandered out of the lab, Lila took a long look at the cock ring, shimmering on the mattress, already thinking of improvements for the next round of experiments."
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"content": "Scammer \n\n\n\"Wyatt! I need your help.\" My sister Riley came bursting through my apartment door. I nearly fell off the couch trying to cover myself. This wasn't the first time she burst in and ruined a jerk off session. \n\n\n\"Riley, I gave you a key for emergencies.\" I chided her and she just stood there giggling. Without a word she went to the closet and tossed a towel my way. I laid it across my lap and it formed an uncomfortable tent. \"You better have a good reason for this.\"\n\n\n\"That plan I have is so close to working, I just need somebody to come with me to a party.\" Riley said, sitting on the far end of the couch awkwardly.\n\n\n\"Plan… oh that real estate scam?\" \n\n\n\"It's an opportunity.\" She said with a sly smile.\n\n\n\"Well, why don't you use one of your boy toys?\" I asked her angrily.\n\n\n\"Well, they are all busy and I told them I'm married. You already have the same last name and they check cards at the entrance.\"\n\n\n\"What kind of party is it that they card at the door?\" I asked.\n\n\n\"It's a swinger party.\"\n\n\n\"Fuck, no. I'm not going with my little sister to a sex party.\" \n\n\n\"Wyatt, all the real deals happen at these kinds of parties.\" Riley inched closer and I was so angry that I lost my erection. \"I'll give you a cut. If I can pull this off I'll be set for life. You could start that business you keep talking about.\"\n\n\n\"So, what would we be talking about here? We just show up and split up?\" I started to reason it out. It is the kind of party we're couple go to fuck other people.\n\n\n\"Well, I can't have them suspecting that we hadn't been together before. These people are rich and powerful and could ruin us.\" Riley moved closer again and then moved her hand to the towel on my lap and tugged.\n\n\n\"What the fuck?\" I shouted as she pulled my only covering away.\n\n\n\"I need them to think we have had sex and you seriously suck at acting.\" Riley's hand moved quickly but gently circled my cock.\n\n\n\"How much money is it that you're willing to do this?\" I asked as Riley looked into my eyes and squeezed the shaft lightly.\n\n\n\"Enough for me to retire and you to start a business.\" Riley lowered her head to my soft cock. \"Maybe if you close your eyes and think about someone else…\" Her hand massaged my balls while her mouth housed my growing cock. In a few minutes she had me fully hard.\n\n\n\"I never said that I agreed.\" I told her while she released me and crawled on top of me. I didn't resist though. She pulled up her sundress to reveal a bare pussy as she pressed it against the tip of my dick. I gasped at the tightness of her.\n\n\n\"It feels like you do agree.\" Riley whispered in my ear. \"Be honest with me, tell me what you like.\"\n\n\n\"You taking charge and riding me….\" My sentence broke into groans. Riley flattened her palms and pressed them into my chest as she ground herself against me. She raised one hand to my head and put her slender fingers in my hair and firmly pulled my head back. \n\n\n\"Does my big brother like bossy girls?\" \n\n\n\"Yes.\" I shuddered. \"Oh, I'm going to…\"\n\n\n\"Where do you want to cum?\" She asked breathlessly as she kept pumping. My hands traveled to her thick ass and squeezed. Her butt is honestly amazing; it's like most of the fat on her small frame decided to go to her ass. I came before she did but she made sure to eagerly lap up our combined juices on my spent cock.\n\n\n\"We only have a week before the party. We need to be fucking like a married couple by then.\" Riley said as she lifted her sundress over head and revealed her toned stomach and B cup tits with nipples as thick as erasers. Then, I Iooked down at her hair but trimmed pussy. \"Do you find me attractive?\"\n\n\n\"What? I mean yeah.\"\n\n\n\"What parts really attract you? What's your thing?\" Riley played with her long brown hair.\n\n\n\"Well, you have a great smile.\"\n\n\n\"That is sweet but is there something you see that makes your dick twitch? This is important to our cover.\" Riley inquired.\n\n\n\"Okay.\" I reluctantly answered. \"Those nipples are so thick. My mouth is salivating looking at them.\"\n\n\nShe giggled and straddled me again. This time shoving her tits in my face. \"Careful, they are sensitive.\" Her plump nipple felt amazing in my mouth. I suckled eagerly while my hands ran across her back. My erection returned in no time.\n\n\nThis time she got on all fours. She loves thoa position as it allows her to buck backwards like the mad woman she is.\n\n\nOver the next week she performed every imaginable act she could think of on me. By the time we walked into that party we had learned to act like a couple. It was actually a little hard to pass her off to be shared by the rich men there, but the lonely milfs were happy to keep me company. \n\n\nBy the end of the night Riley walked out with a signed contract and check and cum dripping from every hole. She was so excited that she invited me on a cruise with her. We spent nearly that whole trip naked in our cabin. "
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"content": "Katie throws down her phone onto her bed, frustrated. *What is with the fucking people in this fucking town*. She starred up at her ceiling, willing her frustration to temper before she started writing that essay. “Shit fucking, fuck!” She almost shouted – hoping it would ease the frustration. \n\n​\n\n“You ok Kat?” She jumped and spun her head round to the open door. *Fuck*. Daniel stood at the door; concern etched in his face. \n\n​\n\n“Oh, sorry. I didn’t realise you were home.” She said, slowly relaxing in her roommate's presence, looking awkwardly down at the floor.\n\n​\n\nDaniel had always been there for Katie. He had shielded her from the worst of her parent’s divorce, including the pain of realising her father didn’t love her, and his family took her in when their mother’s crappy new boyfriend kicked her out of the house at 14. She’d been living with him ever since. Even after he moved into his own apartment. He was like a brother to her.\n\n​\n\n“You didn’t answer my question though…you ok?” She felt the bed compress beneath her as he sat down next to her, bringing her into an all-encompassing hug. \n\n​\n\n“No….” she admitted. “Why can’t I escape this fucking rumour.” She buried her face in his shoulder, wrapping her arms around him too. \n\n​\n\nThe rumour had started a few months after Katie had moved into Daniel’s apartment. Katie found out when one of her teachers had taken her aside at her school’s lunch and asked in a very serious voice: *“Are you safe with Daniel? Is he hurting you? Touching you in inappropriate places?*” Katie was furious when she realised what they were asking.\n\n​\n\n“I’m so sorry…” Daniel squeezed her with support and broke the hug. “Straight men are the fucking worst.”\n\n​\n\nKatie snorted a bit. “The women too, don’t forget the fucking gold-stars.” She said, a hint of a joviality in her voice. “Put aside the fact it didn’t fucking happen…. Who the fuck cares who you sleep with?” She vented.\n\n​\n\n“Precisely! Preach!” He said, jokingly shoving her shoulder. “Seriously though, those people are jerks. You probably don’t want to fuck them anyway.” He said, putting a warm hand gently on her leg for support. His thumb slowly moving over her skirt’s fabric, a nervous tick which sent sparks through her body. \n\n​\n\nAn old thought re-emerged as Daniel moved his hand: *“We could make the rumour true”*. It sounded like a devil on her shoulder. She felt her panties stick to her. *What the fuck is wrong with me???*\n\n​\n\n“Yea…you’re right.” She agreed, sheepishly, her voice cracking slightly. “It’s been fucking ages though, since Peter.” \n\n​\n\n“I know – but you’re gonna find a guy or gal who loves you as you. No rumour, no nothing.” He said. “They will see how amazing you are! They’ll see you like I do.”\n\n​\n\n“Or we could make it true.” She heard herself say it as though in a trance. *What the fuck am I saying????*\n\n​\n\nDaniel steps back, his face growing serious and his position more guarded. *Oh fuck he’s mad. Fuck*. He takes a deep breath and speaks carefully. \n\n\r \n“Kat, we shouldn’t.” Katie feels a surge of disappointment for no reason. *Shouldn’t? Fuck this is confusing.*\n\n​\n\n“No…no – of course. Fuck.” Katie mumbles, looking down at the floor. *“He want’s too…he said shouldn’t instead of no.”* The voice echoed in her head. \r \n\n\nShe feels his weight sit next to her again, and his arm wrap around her shoulder. She looks up into his face, his brown eyes wide and caring. \n\n​\n\n“Oh…fuck it.” Daniel says, placing his hand on her jaw, and leaning in for a hungry kiss.\n\n​\n\nHis lips crashed into hers with an urgency Katie hadn’t felt before. Surprising even herself, she kissed back with an equal enthusiasm, and moaned slightly into his mouth. \n\n\r \nSpurred on, he moved slightly, lightly pushing her backwards onto her bed. He followed, still locked in a fervent kiss. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him close, feeling the bulge in his jeans press against her now sopping panties. \r \n\n\n“Fuck…you are amazing.” He growled breaking the kiss and slipping his hand up her shirt and lightly gripping a breast. He leaned down and whispered in her ear, “I can hear you cum through the wall….I want you to cum on my cock instead of the plastic one in your draw.” He breathed and her eyes grew hungry.\r \n\n\nShe pulled him into a kiss, a strange satisfaction taking control of her as he thrusts his midriff lightly against her soaking panties. A bolt of lightning fired up beneath her as she wrestled with his tongue and moaned deeply into his mouth.\r \n\n\n“hummmm, please….just fuck me” She breathed once they broke apart again. At these words, he reached down to his jeans, unzipped the zipper and fished out his cock. He lent forward, placed a gentle kiss on her neck as he slowly moved her ruined panties to the side. Katie was moaning at his kiss and as his thumb rolled over her hard nipple. “ffuuucucccckkkk” she breathed out.\r \n\n\nDaniel leaned forward and whispered in her ear “I’ve waited years for thi-urghhhh”. In one motion, Daniel positioned himself in her wet aroused folds, and slipped himself into her. A spike of pleasure erupted between them, and a new lustful expression filled both their eyes. \r \nShe moaned loudly as she stretched around Daniel. He fucked her with care and lust. Hard enough to make her moan his name and grip the sheets tightly as she contracted around him but not too hard to be uncomfortable. \r \n\n\nDaniel slowed his pace long enough for her to recover from her orgasm, before pushing towards his own, grunting and groping her breasts as he tumbles closer to the edge. “Fuck….Kat…..fuck” he says, pushing into her as he crashes into his orgasm. Katie, in her own post-orgasm haze, feels a warmth spread through her abdomen. “Fuck…” he says, slowly pulling his softening member from her. \r \n\n\n“Fuck” she breathed."
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"content": "*CW: dubcon*\n\nUgh, I wish I'd thought this through.\n\nAs the creep factor of the abandoned factory stared to wear off my initial fear gave way to boredom and discomfort. There was nothing to sleep on save for some dusty cardboard boxes with the eerie company logo, and the battery on my phone had died half an hour ago from my usual web surfing adventures. Now, it was just me, the mice, and the eyeless stares of a dozen or so mannequins. \n\nNo wonder this place folded. The company had put an impressive amount of detail into each one. a few were perfectly curvy, sporting ample breasts minus a nipple as they posed in clothing that had long since been removed. A few others had beach bods, clearly male but neither too muscly or thin to show off a summer offering. \n\nI'd never been one to have wanted to fuck a mannequin, but as I sat hand to face waiting to get sleepy day dreaming about it finally set in.\n\nThe old analogue clock read 11:20 when my eye's finally closed as I rested my head on a pillow made of sweater. My eyes shot back open a minute later and I jumped at a noise.\n\nStupid, it was just a mouse scurrying to a hole in the wall. I groaned, and shot back up, not wanting to wake up face to face with rodents. I decided to tour the warehouse again to see if there was ANYTHING that could pass the time. \n\nShipping was obviously empty, as was the lobby and offices. Anything that had been worth any amount of money had been stripped long ago. The hallway lead to what I could only assume was a plastic storage. Giant tanks stuck out of the ground that didn't sound hollow on the tap. Hardly the most exciting mystery, but it was better than nothing. I decided to scale the walk way and see what the heck these things were holding.\n\nThe lid on one was wide open, and my theory held true. A full vat of egg-shell white plastic. It looked just like the stuff the stuffy mannequins had been made from. Gah, the great mystery and warehouse tour had only skimmed off a measly 40 minutes, and that was with walking. The clock in the vat room showed 11:55, and I sighed, knowing this night was far less spooky or interesting that I had hoped for. \n\nWhy was I even doing this? Was the $30 I was going to lose on the bet worth one of my nights off? \n\n\"Screw this!\" I finally muttered before grabbing my sweater and throwing it over my shoulder. Outside of my phone, sweater, and the summer shorts/T-shirt getup on my back I had nothing else. I made for the door, making a mental note to not wager money on stupid crap in the future.\n\nThe clock struck twelve as I reached for the entrance handle.\n\nThe door didn't budge.\n\nI tried pulling, and it didn't move. I cursed, giving it a shove. This thing had swung wide open for my friends a few hours earlier, and now it felt like it was a blast door.\n\nI kicked it, still nothing.\n\n\"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuccccccccckkkkkk\" I moaned, realizing I didn't have another easy way out of this building. The only other way was some old-timey windows back in the vat room. I barely wanted to stay before, but now I sure as hell wasn't going to be stuck here.\n\nI returned to the vat room to hear a faint humming. Something had spun the plastic machines back up. I spun around at the sound of footsteps, only to see nothing.\n\nOK, please exit at the nearest window in a panicked and disorderly manner.\n\nI sprinted up to the second story, across the railing which felt more precarious than the last time I was here. I quickly but cautiously made my way to the open window and-\n\nI felt a shove, as I plunged headfirst into the open tank of plastic."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] fantasy adventures | [
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"content": "> When a hunting party of orcs settle on the outskirts of her village, her parents warn her not to stay out past sundown until they've left. So naturally, she sneaks into their camp every night, drinking and dancing and fucking until sunrise. \n\n> A farmer hires a female mercenary to protect his home while he's away, comforted in the knowledge that she won't be a threat to his daughter's chastity. Coming home early, he's outraged to find the warrior fucking his daughter and her maidservant in his bed!\n\n> Whenever there's a chore to be made out in the woods, she volunteers. She knows she shouldn't. She knows it's dangerous. But Red can't help but give in to the werewolf that stalks the dark woods, where she can be as loud as she likes."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] (con)Sensual BDSM | [
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"content": "I'm not all that into BDSM but I won't shy away from brainstorming:\n\n•After a dull but unusually shorter day at work you return to your apartment to find your best friend of ten years, your literal roommate naked in the frontroom with several large and open packages full of spanking new BDSM gear. Oh, he's blushing now, embarrassed.\n\n*(The idea is that this roommate is closeted about being into BDSM, projects top energy but is actually a bottom, and may have spent way to much money getting the right stuff as an anxious beginner)*\n\n\n•While exploring what she thought was an abandoned derelict dungeon this explorer stumbles upon a surprisingly nonchalant and friendly pleasure cult. Stranger still they all radiate a degree of caring and kindness unlike most cultists would. Wait they have healers? Whaaa?\n\n•Exasperated the village elders finally just asked the half-giant who's been terrorizing the village what she wants. This is what has led to you being marched to her cave with a barrel of... Lube? \n\n•Weeks after clearing another infestation on Delastapool Station the Prime Exterminator bumps into an attractive femboy alien. After days of encountering one another a date is held, and things get steamy fast, with gags and restraints aplenty!\n\n**Bonus/Challenge:** *Even as a member of the International Anomaly Department IAD you are flumoxed. Before you, in a fancy modern home, is an eldritch horror beyond your comprehension; Yet it wants you to tie it up and dominate it.... Huh.... How is that even possib- Oh............."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "I-I will be your f-fleshlight" she squeaked hoping they wouldn't throw her out. | [
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"content": "Lucas opened his bleary morning eyes to the sight of a sunlit room in chaos. He sat up in his unmade bed, the sweat-dampened sheets sticking slightly to back. His cock throbbed softly with a drowsy morning hardness beneath his boxers.\n\nPushing himself off the bed, he ambled to his haphazardly-stacked dresser. Opening one of the drawers, he was met with a sight that, while more orderly than the surrounding area, was no less surprising. A petite, shimmering figure was nestled amidst his socks — a fairy.\n\nThe sprite popped out of the drawer, twirling in mid-air before she came to hover just inches from his face. Her silvery blue hair cascated around her like an ethereal mane, and her wings — vivid and translucent — danced a prismatic light show across his naked chest. Her emerald eyes shone almost pleadingly, casting a warm glow on his stubbled face.\n\n\"Please, please, don't throw me out!\" she stammered in a voice as light and melodic as wind chimes. Lucas's jaw slackened. He took a moment to parse the situation, too surprised to respond.\n\nHer eyes darted nervously around his messy room, her voice picking up as she searched for potential services. \"I...I could clean your room! Scratch your back, whip you up a sandwich, umm...\" Her roving gaze stumbled upon his fleshlight discarded on the floor. \"Or I could be...be your personal fleshlight?\"\n\nLucas blinked. \"Wait, what? Who the bloody hell are you? What are you? Hell, is that even possible?\"\n\n\"I'm Aria,\" the fairy replied earnestly. \"I am a fairy. And, oh, yeah! It's totally possible. We fairies are...well, magical. And flexible. Magically flexible!\"\n\nLucas could only utter a dumbstruck \"Ah, okay?\" \"Okay!\" Aria echoed enthusiastically.\n\nWith a pert nod of finality, she darted down, seizing the waistband of his boxers with her tiny, powerful hands. With an impressive show of strength, she pulled the shorts to his feet, leaving his cock, rock-solid and needy in the morning air.\n\n\"Off to your bed now!\" she chirped. But instead of leading him there, she playfully nudged his chest with a little too much force, causing him to stumble, trip on his boxers, and collapse onto the floor.\n\n\"Oh, shit! I'm so, so sorry!\" Aria squealed in horror. Lucas, shaking off the surprise of his fall, managed a chuckling \"It's okay,\" his eager eyes fixated on the hovering nymph.\n\nWith that: Aria spun herself in mid-air, her whirlwind dance shedding a cascade of sparkles. When she came to a glistening stop, she was as naked as a wood-nymph. Her porcelain skin glowed softly, her perky breasts topped with tiny nipples like dew-kissed berries, and a magical pussy that, despite her miniature size, seemed deliciously inviting.\n\nAria fluttered over to Lucas, her movements as delicate as a feather floating over water. She positioned herself so that her crotch was just above the throbbing head of his pulsating cock. When she found her balance, she looked into his eyes and said, \"Ok, now grab one of my legs with each hand and pull me down.\"\n\nLucas blinked. \"Um, are you sure?\"\n\nAria replied, simply, \"Oh yeah, totally.\"\n\nHe looked uncertain, but took a deep breath before gently wrapping his fingers around her tiny legs and pulling. There was a moment of resistance; a brief pause where Lucas feared he might hurt her. But then there was a slow give, her soft, warm flesh sinking onto his cock. She took him deep, her entire body distending to accommodate his girth.\n\nThe sensation caused Aria to cum instantly, her screams echoing through the cluttered room. Lucas froze. \"Are you ok?!\"\n\nAria, her breath coming in ragged gasps, managed to nod. \"Yes... I'm...ok. But I need to confess something — I've never actually...erm...done this before.\"\n\nYet, the writhing glow worm didn't ask him to stop. Instead, she asked Lucas something that had his cock throbbing with curiosity and need.\n\n\"Just grab me around the waist and use me...like you would your fleshlight.\"\n\nLucas's face twisted in surprise, but he complied. He absentmindedly wrapped his grip around her waist, careful not to hurt the fragile figure impaled on his dick.\n\n\"It's ok, you won't break me.\"\n\nEmboldened by her words, Lucas tightened his grip and started pistoning her up and down his cock, reminding him of lethargic but intense late-night wanks.\n\nHer pussy clung to him, wet and hot and far more pleasurable than a silicone pseudo-pussy. It stroked his cock to perfection, making his balls ache for release. He felt himself tip over the precipice. His grunts mixed with her squeals; he came with such a force that his body trembled, spurting jets of hot cum deep into her small womb causing her belly to plump up like she’d overeaten fairy nectar. Aria gasped, her body shaking from the force of her second orgasm.\n\nFlushed and panting, Lucas muttered an apology. \"Sorry, I...I got a bit carried away there.\"\n\nAria only giggled at his contrition. \"That was...was fucking amazing.\"\n\nLucas reclined onto the cluttered floor, pulling Aria closer. \"You can stay as long as you like.”\n\nThere was a pause. “Do you mean it?” She asked, snuggling into him as best as she could.\n\nHe replied with a definitive yawn. \"Only if I get to use you as my fleshlight every morning.\" With a hearty laugh, he fell back onto the floor, Aria in his arms."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: He was a stalwart and strong willed hero, who could resist almost anything. His companion…challenged that everyday. “Fuck me. Fuucckkk me! Please! Please! Just let me suck your dick at least!” Cute, bratty, and always naked. She was determined to break the hero’s will in the only way she could. | [
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"content": "#The Rock of Caldatch:\n\nEven after five years of nakedness, antagonization and being an absolute gremlin Jawkla's latest tirade had garnered a different reaction from Broglo. Nobody, not even her, a mighty healer as she was, had EVER seen the supposed human outside of his armor. Said armor was carved from the corpse of an ancient stone dragon's hide, with ripple-lines and chains comprising its weapon-ensnaring exterior. Lying across his lap the short-stack Goblin had just finished whinging for sex when the stoic mountain of a man grumbled with a rough strained sigh, *\"Fine.\"* The reply was so unexpected that Jawkla did a double take, eyes wide like saucers in surprise! Had she finally broken his stubborn heroic will? With a triumphant squeal of elation she started to roll off of his lap only to be scooped up into Broglo's armored hands. For a second time the alluring gobliness was surprised as he carried her up the stairs to his bedroom, placing her upon the bed with a gentle grace he had NEVER shown before. Jawkla's nerves were electric with a slight creeping sense of unease as Broglo stood at the foot of the bed doffing his armor piece by hardy piece.\n\n*\"It has been over a decade since anyone has seen me like this.\"* He said with a heavy sigh. Jawkla couldn't even speak, mouth agape in shock at his appearance and words. She had thought his armor to be oversized, an exaggeration of his actual size yet here Broglo stood at 7 1/2 feet tall. His dark brown skin was toned to the musculature of a fabled titan of old, yet droves of burns, scars and a handful of random blazing orange runes spanned his hairless body. The grizzled hero's eyes were like burning coals devoid of pupils, giving an almost demonic look to the 28 year old veteran warrior. Jawkla felt a mix of arousal and intimidation as he sat near to her, loincloth concealing his groin. Grinning like only a goblin can she stretched out like a starfish — trying to lift his loincloth with the toes of her left foot. Without an ounce of hesitation Broglo gingerly pinched her big toe eliciting a startled yelp and a *\"OI, STAHP\"* from her. He followed that up with, *\"Patience Ja, not yet, relax.\"* Annoyed Jawkla eyed him with traces of confusion until he placed his thick fingered hands: One upon her stomach, and the other upon her head.\n\nBroglo's very touch was far hotter than she expected, wincing briefly before flushing with shudders of want as he began caressing her from head to toe. It wasn't even a massage yet it felt like one. Jawkla was already wet, gasping as his left hand cradled her muff. With his thumb the hero swirled, massaged and teased her folds and button. In response she arched her back a little, grinding his hand while moaning softly. Using his right hand Broglo ruffled her short black hair. Then he slid that hand to her breasts, which were perky yet large for her kind. With tender care the monolithic man stroked the underside of her breasts causing Jawkla's breathing to stagger as waves of stimulation electrified her being. She closed her eyes periodically while biting her lips as he steadily continued. Body quivering she lost track of time, becoming less and less bothered by Broglo's rare chuckles. Suddenly a surge of bold brattiness struck her, so she lifted her head up and began, *\"Nmh- Is this all yoMMmh... Got chucklenu-OhhHhHHffffuck.\"* The sassy gobliness received one of his fingers into her pussy mid-sentence, snubbing the attempt to rile him...\n\nJawkla was sweating as he fingered her, pulling a fistful of the massive blanket from the sensation of his girthy digit. The rational side of her brain feared now to see his cock, yet the crazed side of her grew all the more eager. Goblins were stretchier than most but that didn't stop her from sputtering lewdly as Broglo scooped Jawkla up without warning. He was still pumping a finger in and out of her as they locked eyes, blazing comets meeting her amethyst irises. Bratty and pushy as Jawkla normally was his unwavering gaze sent a chill up her spine. On top of this she felt uncharacteristically submissive, with any feistiness melting by the second. It was hard to look away, but looking down and seeing his finger switch to two made her mewl even louder. Broglo's pace was getting quicker, and Jawkla's muscles started to flex spasmodically as she clasped a hand onto each of his shoulders. With every thrust came the rubbing of her clit by his powerful thumb, which exercised great restraint from overdoing it. Jawkla started getting quieter — panting meekly the closer and closer she got. Almost as if on cue he smirked as she buried her face into his left pectoral; For the slutty gobliness contracted in one strong go, her muffled growl of orgasm bemusing the hero.\n\nHis companion was so immersed into her own post-climax that she didn't immediately notice him standing up, nor the feeling of his shaft pushing in between her legs. When Jawkla did though her eyes nearly shot out of their' sockets with a shocked petite gasp. He was big!! **Too big actually,** ***even to suck...*** Again Broglo chuckled, but hollowly this time as he declared, *\"Huge, I know; But grinding will do.\"* He started fucking her thighs, the post-orgasm sensitivity quickly sending her into another growing buildup of pleasure. Soon Jawkla was pressing her entire body against him as she coated his rod in her snatch's juices. Once in awhile Broglo would let out a\nshort grunt — cock sliding back and forth as she panted hotly. His companion's gratified face was getting more and more red, achieving\nanother orgasm with a violent arching of her back and even a slight lactation from her left nipple. That didn't stop Broglo however from continuing to thigh-fuck Jawkla at a steady yet mildly faster pace. She would turn beet red as orgasm after orgasm came, sometimes full body, other times squirting. It took an hour and a half before Broglo's thighs started to twitch.\n\nDespite the great multi-climax haze clouding her thoughts and senses the gobliness let out a gasp; For she knew that telltale twitch, spotting the first bit of precum escaping his tip. Without hesitation Jawkla shifted her body, opening her mouth and smushed her lips onto the tip of his pulsing head. Not a second later he growled low, unloading thick jet after creamy jet of long pent up cum. There was far too much for her to swallow despite her gulping efforts. Jawkla was full well before he finished painting her and plenty other objects and surfaces with his potent seed. She was breathing hard in astonishment, baffled as clarity struck her into asking, *\"Why-.... Why don't you do this more often -guh- , why now?\"* Broglo, the Rock of Caldatch, a rising hero of already legendary feats let his stoic expression and demeanor die then. He slumped his shoulders, his face taking on a pained, grim expression. The mere sight of this was more than alarming. Had she gone too far?"
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"content": "The suites at the monster girl preservation society campus were nice and spacious, and everyone got their own private restroom. The showers, wet rooms really, we're great for washing off, and great for other activities as well...\n\nClean from the shower, Jessica took a swig of Gatorade, her long red hair falling backwards, as she drank. She smoothed a hand through her hair, delicately caressing her golden horns, as she did. Her red, spaded tail whipped around behind her, as the cold liquid flowed down her graceful throat. The slim and busty half succubus stretched, wondering if she should maybe put something on, but she knew there wasn't much point. She was just going to immediately get straight to breeding the next monster girl. When it had turned out that her cum could impregnate any monster girl, the program had practically shanghaied her into joining, and she had to admit, the bonuses and pay rate they offered her were too much to turn down. Never mind the constant not, breeding sex with horny, fertile monster girls...\n\nBeneath her slim, flat tummy, and above her smooth, prim vagina, her thick pink cock actually seemed to spring to life at the idea. The futa succubus didn't really have a refractory period, but the elf half of her sometimes felt like her stamina was being drained. Still, the sexual energy kept her fed enough, as long as she stayed hydrated.\n\nLeaning back against her desk, she crossed her long, shapely legs, her digit-grade feet which gave her a natural high heeled walk rested on the carpet, her surprisingly dexterous toes gripping handfuls of the thick shag.\n\nHer tail actually circled around in front of her, moving as though it had a mind of its own, it looped over her cock and started to stroke it a bit, even as its tip started to invade her pussy. Jessica almost willfully started to fuck herself a bit, before she thought better of it, gently swatting her tail away. She tried to calm herself down a little bit, even as one of her hands wandered to grope one of her plump, grapefruit size breasts, but she could already feel her libido heating up again. She felt some sorts of sexual energy coming towards her. A knock on the door startled her nonetheless, and her delicately pointed ears perked up at the sound.\n\nBefore Jessica could even answer, a small hand pushed open the unlocked door. A petite girl with pale blonde hair peaked into the room. She was barely 5 ft tall, over a foot shorter than Jessica, and her small body didn't take up nearly as much space. She was wearing a t-shirt and yoga pants. Her small breasts were perky, and her hips were nicely shaped. What height she had was in her legs, so they seemed long for her body, but she was definitely very slim and delicate. What Jessica noticed most though was the almost rainbow like Glow that seemed to follow her around. She had a pair of elegant, white antennas on her head, and, as she entered the room, Jessica could see that she had fuzzy rainbow wings that seemed to carry the same rainbow glow.\n\n\"Are? Are... Are you Jessica? This is your room, right?\"The petite girl asked, Her rainbow huge eyes seeming to shift colors as she looked around.\n\n\"Um... Yeah?\"Jessica said, noticing how beautiful the girl was. Jessica subconsciously bit her plush lower lip, smelling the scent of the girls lust. \"Normally, I come to one of your rooms... That is, if you're here for, you know, sex?\"\n\n\"Ah! Yes!\" I'm Cecily! I'm a crystal moth!\" She said, seeming to glide across the room, extending a hand towards Jessica.\n\nThe half elf half succubus raised in eyebrow, as she gingerly took the other girl's hand. She looked over the moth girl in front of her, and then she looked at her own body, highlighting her personal nudity.\n\nCecily only then seemed to look up and down The redheads long, slim and stacked body. A bright red blush erupted across her face, and she turned her head away. \"Sorry! Sorry sorry! I almost didn't realize! Should... Should I go back to my room?\"\n\nJessica smirked, hints of lust and mischief playing across her hypersexualized, naturally sultry features. She took a delicate step toward the smaller girl, and she placed a hand on her shoulder. \"Nah. That's all right. You're already here, after all. I guess you wanted to... Make more crystal moths?\"\n\nCecily hummed to herself, and she nodded, her pale blonde pixie cut shaking. \"I... Yeah. I really want to lay eggs, and the people said that you can get anyone pregnant?\" \n\nJessica's tail had started to idly caress the backs of Cecily's thighs and her cute little butt through her thin yoga pants. \"I sure can! It makes me really popular with the other girls! As long as you're here, why don't we go ahead and make things a bit more equal?\" She asked, as she used a delicately, naturally manicured finger to pluck at the color of the moth girls t-shirt.\n\n\"Oh! Okay. That makes sense. Thank you, for all this...\" Cecily said. As she stepped out of her shoes, a small white pair of ballet flats. She started to awkwardly strip off the rest of her clothing, blushing a bit, as she noticed Jessica simply sitting back on her bed with her long legs crossed, watching the moth girl with a smiling mix of lust and amusement. Cecily did an awkward little dance in an attempt at a striptease, but she got her arm caught in her shirt, and Jessica gently giggled.\n\nWatching the moth girl blush had been fun, but Jessica stood up in a fluid motion and stepped over to her. She gripped her shirt with one hand and deftly slipped it off of her, eliciting a gasp from the petite blonde.\n\nJessica smirked. \"I'm really good at getting girls out of their clothes... Multiple ways, actually!\" She fixed her gaze on the other girl's eyes, and the tension seemed to ease a bit between them. She cupped Cecily's face in one hand, and she ran the other over of the moth girl's delicate wings. Jessica's own wings could transform into a pair of tattoos on her back, which is how she normally kept them, just to save space and awkwardness. Cecily really did have beautiful wings though, and their soft fuzziness was a sensory delight on her fingers."
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"content": "Tonight had not gone well for Rachel. She had failed to keep her expectations in check. Men these days... She had been so excited. He was cute, he was tall, and not a single one of his pictures had sunglasses. Some fucking confidence, FINALLY! She had looked over the fishing picture... but he had put it at the end of the profile, so she gave it a pass. He had even been nice over chat, and the phone when he called to set up the date.\n\nAND he fucking ghosted. Wonderful. Not not wonderful, rude, quite rude. She had done her nails, and put in curlers the night before, shaved her legs. Even took the time to put on blush and eyeliner. He would've been worth it if he had even been real at all. \n\nAfter sitting in the living room for an hour and a half (She was ready a half hour early, and held onto hope for another hour) she was so furious she tried calling him. When this had happened in the past, Rachel usually just blocked and moved on, but not with him, not with Frank the-sunglass-less. \n\nOnce the call went to voicemail, and she left a simple \"You're an ass!\" in his mailbox, she went back to her room with a bottle of gin and a box of frosted flakes. She stripped out of the outfit she had taken the time to press and steam and replaced it with men's boxers and a hoodie that was two sizes too big. Three shots of gin into an episode of The X-Files, she had all but forgotten about it. This was almost better anyway. Booze, dry cereal, pajamas, and an excess of pillows and blankets sure beat out having a conversation with a stranger. Who could've been a catfish, who knows? \n\nBefore long she drifted off to sleep early. The booze helped out with that, as did the effort it took to contain her misery. She was roused by something though, whatever it was she missed it, and all she remembered was rolling over and seeing 11:33 on her alarm clock.\n\nShe woke again though, from a *strange* dream. One of those dreams that fade from memory seconds after your eyes open, but still leave you confused for a good few minutes. Her room was dark, outside was darker. Mulder's face was greyed out, and Netflix was asking if she was still watching. There was something though, what was that noise? Was it the dishwasher? Or did Chloe overfill the washer again?\n\nThere was a loud bang then. Something big and hard fell on the floor in the living room. The apartment was obnoxiously modern, and neither Rachel nor Chloe wanted to spend money on rugs, so everything echoed in this place. \n\n\"Oh fuuuuhh-shit!\" Whatever had fallen was rolling loudly on the floor, and Rachel could hear footsteps going after it. \n\nFor whatever reason, it took her a minute to realize that there was an unrecognizable male voice coming from her living room at--she looked over--11:54 PM. That's when a jolt of panic washed over her. She sat up, half frozen, and tried to one thing, and prevent another. She tried to find her phone in the mess of blankets she was under, and did her best not to scream.\n\n\"No no no, it's okay...\" She heard coming from the living room. This voice she recognized, all too well. It was Chloe, and great, she was *doing it* again. Chloe was literally 'DOING IT', or was going to be shortly, based on the familiar sound of fabric being stretched over skin. There was heavy breathing then, a giggle, and then the sound of lips.\n\nIt was Friday night after all, and even worse it was the second Friday of the month, meaning it was \"Girls Night\" with Chloe's work friends. Rachel loved Chloe, she had known her for years, but she never meshed well with her coworkers. Too rowdy... too... Just too much most of the time. Chloe had always been on the cusp of too much, but if she drank enough, then she was well over it. And it was nights that she drank too much, that ended up like this. \n\nAnd unfortunately for Rachel, she could hear it all. In her wroth, when she had attempted to slam her bedroom door, the door had simply not done normal door things and returned to a half-open state. By the time Rachel noticed she was in bed, under the covers, drunk, and dusted in cereal crumbs. \n\nThis was not the first time this had happened, not even this week. Rachel had been more responsible Sunday night and closed her door all the way. All she could hear was the faintest of whelps of her roommate's pleasure, and creaking floorboards. Not tonight though, she could hear it all right now, and even see some shadows flash across the hallway floor from a faint white lamplight in the living room. \n\nThe deep breaths and smacking lips continued for the duration of time Rachel considered whether or not to get up and close the door. She weighed it, but anxiety won over logic. The last time Chloe had noticed that Rachel was awake and *aware* of what was happening, the girl had not stopped apologizing, and it was honestly obnoxious. Rachel just wished that Chloe would go over to the guy's place FOR ONCE. \n\nThe guy made a long \"MMMMMmmmmmmm...\" And breathed deeply. Rachel was trying to figure out who it was. Chloe had an FWB named Chris, who was over a lot. Total tool, a stoner, unemployed most of the time, incredible penis. Chloe had shown her pics. He should have been doing porn for money, but he lacked the motivation for that too.\n\n\"Can I... Is this okay?\" Rachel heard the guy say. Alright, this was not Chris. From how Chloe told it, Chris was the type to take charge. If she was drunk enough, Chloe would tell the story of her first time with him. \"He bent more over the bed and pulled it all down! I was kind of freaked out until he just started, licking, you know, like, eating me out!\"\n\n\"Oh my god, your ass too?\" Others would ask, Rachel had asked the first time too.\n\n\"Oh yeah. OH yeah.\" Chloe had said.\n\nYeah, Chris was not the type to, ask '*OooOO is this okay?'* No, Chris would have his balls on Chloe's chin right now, moaning like a bull. This was someone else, someone new.\n\n\"Yeah, just--just take it all off,\" Chloe said. More fabric noises, and then the sound of a belt buckle hitting the floor. \"You too, come on.\" Another zipper, followed by a giggle from her roommate. \n\nKissing, no, not kissing but it was lips on skin, she \"hmmd\", he groaned, and then a wet noise. Oh, she was blowing him, great. Chloe gave, expressive BJ's. *Can she not see that my fucking door is open?!*\n\n\"Damn...\" he said. *Ew...* Rachel thought. *Are you a fuck boy or are you going to ask to fuck her pussy after she already sucked your dick?* She heard a thudding noise twice, knees hitting the floor, and then Chloe began to moan. It was going to be a long night... Rachel reached for the gin. \n\nHe ate her pussy until 12:18, and Rachel was seriously drunk by 12:10. Chloe came, and she did not hold back. It echoed, it was loud, it was real. Rachel knew when it was real. The guy laughed a little and either spanked her or slapped her thigh. Chloe was still moaning, when Rachel her the distinct sound of a tongue 'lapping'. A wet, fleshy sound and Chloe was excited. She squealed, and she didn't squeal all that much. *That must feel really... really good...* Rachel thought.\n\nThen her wobbly mind went back to Frank the no-show. She would've fucked him, she decided. He missed out. Normally she wasn't a first-date girl, but she would've been for him and he missed the fuck out! She was horny, it had been weeks! No, a month? Months?! She had been getting by with two fingers and WATPAD for a month. She was wet and ready, even now--\n\nRachel was wet. How did she know she was wet? Her hand was in her boxers. It took her a minute for a drunk mind to realize how wrong that was. She almost withdrew the hand, but it took no time for her drunk mind to send the \"Wait wait wait... you're really fucking horny, girl!\" signal. The hand disappeared beneath the elastic waist band, and then so did the other. If she closed her eyes, and thought hard enough, her fingers were not hers. They were someone else's. They were, Chris's! Ew now, he was not her type. They were Chris Evans's! Where did that come from? She couldn't say... No, they were Franks! She massaged herself, regardless of what pleasant images flashed through her mind, whatever they were though, they played to the tune of Chloe's pleasure."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: For countless millennia you have guarded this sacred tomb with unflinching dedication. Today an explorer shows up, boldly offering you the one thing none before her have: A hug. | [
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"content": "The goddess, Azulea, has a subterranean temple deep in the heart of the jungle. The opening is subtle and hidden. The path from the opening to the temple gates are perilous and full of traps. Only the most pure of heart can make it to the temple doors. \n\nAzulea sleeps in a timeless slumber. For more millennia than I can count, I have guarded her gates. Protected her earthly form. Waited for her to wake again. \n\nI do not hunger. \nI do not thirst. \nI do not tire. \n\nShe has blessed me to be her ever vigilant guard. \n\nAll who make it to her gates are to be turned away - and if they refuse to leave - slain. It is my duty and my honour to protect my goddess. \n\nVisitors came often in the first couple of centuries. Then maybe one or two per century. They keep coming in fewer and fewer numbers. I have not seen another human being in over a millennia. \n\n—————————\n\nI heard them approaching long before I saw them. They talked almost non-stop. Then their lights faintly glowed from the tunnel. \n\nThey emerged into the antechamber - their strange hand held torches throwing amazing amounts of white light. The two women were dressed strangely. In short pants that revealed their legs from mid thigh down. They wore heavy boots. But it was their shirts that drew my attention - short sleeved shirts with a deep neck line that displayed a great deal of cleavage. \n\nI am shocked that they would leave their dressing rooms in apparel such as this. Revealing so much skin - how could they be pure of heart?\n\n“This is it!” One of them said excitedly. “The temple of Azulea!” They both giggled and ran towards the doors. \n\nI pounded the end of my spear into the ground. The crack of it echoing through the antechamber. \n\n“None may pass!” I bellowed. “Azulea sleeps. Leave or be slain!”\n\nThe ladies squealed. \n\n“A guard! How is there a guard?” \n\n“I guard the temple. I have guarded since time immemorial. I will guard until the goddess awakes. Be gone!”\n\nThe ladies crept closer. \n\n“How long have you been alone?” One of the asks. \n\n“I haven’t seen anyone in over a millennia,” I say slowly. I realize I don’t want them to go. I miss having people to talk to. \n\n“Oh you dear man,” one of them says sadly. “You must be so lonely.” She walks forward slowly with a hand raised in front of her. She rests her hand on my chest. \n\nThe feel of another person. I close my eyes and revel in the warmth of her touch. Just the simple touch of her hand. \n\nShe comes closer. Wrapping her arms around me - holding me tight. Her breasts squishing into my chest. \n\nI drop my spear - the clatter of it echos loudly through the room. I wrap my arms around her. Lowering my head - breathing in the floral scent of her hair. \n\nThe feel and scent of her overwhelms me. It is more sustenance than my soul has had in more years than I care to remember. \n\nTears run freely down my face. \n\nMy goddess’ blessing has looked after my body all of these years - but she has forgotten about my humanity. \n\n————————\n\nMaybe I have misinterpreted this prompt but it really doesn’t have the feel of a *dirty*writingprompt."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Free Use park; your first visit. | [
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"content": "\"Warning: You are approaching neo Chicago municipal Free use Park. Entering this park *is* consent\" The AR pop-up filled Zoe's vision and rang in her ears.\n\nWhen she had gone to the clinic, she'd only wanted a minor tune-up on some of her cyberware, and some basic gene mods for memory and alertness, to help with gaming. She had let the cute clerk, a Barbie core girl behind the desk talk her into getting some cosmetic mods, hair removal, skin softening, even a little bit of lip plumping because it was part of a special and it would actually be cheaper, but she didn't pay attention to the dodgy way the girl was entering her mods.\n\nZoe got her discount mods, but instead of the gaming mods that she wanted and a few little cosmetic upgrades to fill out the special, she'd ended up getting a full copy of the previous clients mods in addition. The previous client who was a high-end stripper and escort.\n\nZoe's modest breasts had ballooned before her eyes, growing from the little bee stings that they were to the twin volleyball sized water balloons that jiggled on our chest now. All natural! Well, at least all girl. All boob... Gene modded to perfection. Zoe couldn't believe just how heavy her giant new tits were, and she was glad that the back augmentation was complimentary. That was on the half of it though.\n\nAsk the Gene mods headquarters through her, Zoe felt her legs actually lengthening, and she grew 6 in taller than her original 5 ft, as her legs grew longer and sheeplier right there under the clinic's nano beams. She gotten that skin softening too, and she'd had all of her hair below the neck taken out at the genetic level, but she'd also had her hips widened, and she'd had every nerve in her body tuned for pleasure. The modifications to her feet to enhance comfort in high heeled shoes meant she practically had to relearn how to walk, but that was fortunately covered by the next part.\n\nZoe had helplessly watched as the clinics AI interfaced with her cyber systems, gaining root access to her brain. She'd been fully aware as the conditioning had begun. She felt herself getting hornier, as her baseline libido was permanently increased. She felt herself picking up new kinks too. New kinks and new knowledge. She had master level skill software installed for all manner of sexual acts, especially fellatio, and her tastes had been tuned to the point where she literally felt herself salivating at the idea of A guy cuming in her mouth. And she couldn't stop thinking about it either. Constant thoughts of sex were now a background part of her consciousness. It was almost as though thinking about getting fucked was what she defaulted to whenever she felt a moment of boredom or had a bit of extra RAM to use up with fantasies.\n\nHer plump new bubble butt was practically the cherry on the cake. She actually didn't mind the blonde gene-job they'd done on her hair. That looked good. And even the new length was a lot more manageable now that she suddenly had S-Class expertise in hair and makeup. That lip plumping hadn't been subtle either. Her new ruby red dick pillows looked practically bee-stung. And she could hardly think about them as anything else. Part of the conditioning had given her a mild compulsion to speak and think about her body and only the lewdest and most sexual terms. She was worried that she was going to get a full personality overwrite. Fortunately, it had stopped short of that.\n\nZoe was furious! She threatened to sue, or at least have the receptionist fired, but the receptionist made a quick counter offer. Stop by the free use park, and, if she still wanted a refund tomorrow, it would go through with no questions asked, not only for the price of what she'd originally paid, but for the value of the gene mods she'd been erroneously given. Zoe's streaming career hadn't taken off the way she had hoped. I deal like that could have set her up for a while. So, she decided she'd humor them and stop by the free use park. This was going to be easy money.\n\nZoe's body actually started to tingle at the idea of being fucked like a living sex doll. She was surprised at how natural it felt. It seemed like her mind was already accepting these new impulses as \"normal\". She honestly expected them to feel more alien, more forced, but they felt like they'd always been there. This clinic did good work. She stepped across the boundary.\n\nShe wasn't wearing much. Hardly any of her clothes would fit on her new body, with her widened hips, big new butt, and giant melon tits. She was basically just wearing her hoodie as a dress, and a pair of 5-inch high heeled sneakers She had insisted the receptionist giver just so she could walk home comfortably. She moved surprisingly elegantly along the paths, her hips swaying in just such a way as to draw attention, and her gait naturally seeming to bounce her breasts, as the bobbled about naked, underneath her hoodie. She looked down and she could clearly see her nipples even through the fabric. They were bigger and pinker than they had been, and she could feel them getting stiff. She wondered if there was going to be anyone around in this park..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PI] Tentacle Alien Cucks Scientist Couple | [
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"content": "Pt 2\n\nXXXXXX\n\nAs aroused as he was, Thomas hoped this would be the end. It looked like Hailey was spent as well as her body hung limp. Thankfully, it appeared to be the case as the cocks retreated through the portals. The tentacles holding her wrists and ankles slowly lowered her, into the pool of cum, before unfurling from her body returned through the portal. Her lacy lingerie would be ruined but, somehow, he figured she wouldn’t mind. And neither did he. The tentacles around her breasts uncurled themselves and Hailey let out a whimper as their suckers popped from her nipples. The one on her right almost seemed to caress her perky tit flesh before it too joined its brethren into the shimmering blue light.\n\nThe tentacles holding Thomas unceremoniously dropped him to the ground and quickly vanished. He stood up on unsteady feet, shaking as he took a step forward then another then another, growing steadier with each step until he stood above his girlfriend. She had been busy wiping the cum from her face and licking her fingers clean so he could see her pretty face again. Her body was still covered with cum and pooled between her breasts and taut stomach. She lazily scooped the alien cum up and let it drop into her mouth even as she smiled up at him. Memories bubbled up of her being disgusted when he suggested a facial or swallowing after blowing him, yet here she was smiling as she ate as much alien cum as she could. Something else she’d never do for him.\n\nAnger swelled in him but his cock twitched as his eyes continued their downward journey. She must have seen him because her hands followed, cleaning the part of her body where he looked. When he looked at her flooded pussy, his cock twitched again. Her lips looked red and swollen and her asshole had been left gaped open. Alien cum cascaded out of her pussy and joined up with the flood from her throbbing sphincter. No matter how many times she scooped the cum out of her, more poured out.\n\nThomas couldn’t take it anymore and he quickly stripped. Falling to his knees, he saw Hailey smile up at him and open her legs for him like she always did. He shivered in disgust as he felt the alien cum on his skin but his cock was as hard as it had ever been. Taking the base of his cock in his hand, he leaned over her and pressed against her, searching for her pussy. The amount of cum pouring out of both her holes made her feel so unfamiliar and it took him longer than he wanted to find her opening.\n\n“Not there,” Hailey murmured. “You don’t get to fuck my ass with that small dick of yours..”\n\nThomas groaned in humiliation and arousal as he readjusted his aim upwards. The alien’s cum felt impossibly warm for being out in the air conditioned air for this long and he shuddered at the idea of his cock being surrounded by it.\n\n“It’s okay, baby,” Hailey whispered as she pulled him close. Alien cum still covered much of her body and she felt sticky when he pressed his body against her. “I still love you. But you’ll never, ever fuck me like that.”\n\nThomas groaned as he thrust forward and buried himself to the hilt inside of his girlfriend. She was so full of cum and used so hard by such a thick cock that he barely felt her. The most prominent feeling was one of slick wetness, and not the wetness from her arousal. He knew he was feeling the effect of having sloppy seconds of an alien. He grit his teeth as his balls clenched. As crazy as it sounded, he wanted to show Hailey that he could still make her feel good.\n\nHe experimentally thrust a few times but quickly stopped. Even though all he could feel was alien cum, he was on a razor’s edge. Any more and he wouldn’t be able to hold back. The musk of alien cum filled his nose and his cheek stuck to hers. She wrapped her legs around his waist and even more of the alien cum coated his body. He wanted to shove her away but he knew he couldn’t. Thomas would never be able to explain why he said his next words but he did.\n\n“I–I can barely feel you,” Thomas whimpered into Hailey’s ear.\n\n“I can’t feel you at all.”\n\nThomas whimpered again as his balls clenched the hardest they had this night and his dick twitched. As hard as he came, he knew he would contribute very little to the mess inside of his girlfriend, and he was fine with it. He smiled just a little as Hailey ran her hands through his messy hair and he kissed her, tasting the unfamiliar combination of savory and sweet.\n\nSomething clanked off to their side and they saw the stainless steel cube that they had pushed into the opposite portal coming to rest in the pool of cum.\n\n“So…I guess it worked?” Hailey asked. “I can’t wait for the world to know.”\n\nThomas kissed his girlfriend again before responding, licking his lips clean.\n\n“We should probably run a few more experiments, just to be sure.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "Ecdysis" is a well-loved "erotic horror"-themed goth cabaret in the city. The food and drink are good, the staff are attractive, the shows are sexy and spooky. But what really goes on at "Ecdysis"? In the crowd? On stage? Behind the scenes? And are any of the supernatural elements real? | [
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"content": "#Layers of Secrets:\n\nDan Cromwell watched the two pale dancers roll their' bodies like ocean waves, black corsets and fishnet stockings as dark as they were glistening in the atmospheric lighting. The two women must've been wearing custom contacts to get slitted eyes like that, and their fake fangs added an element of unnatural sexiness to them. He couldn't however understand how this gothic cabaret had such an ethereal haze of perfect lighting! The cerulean and violet cones of light came from the floors and ceiling to illuminate the stage, though the sources of these lights couldn't be seen despite him having a front row table. Sitting at his table Dan absentmindedly noted how the dining area had its own dim mood lighting in the form of cast iron lanterns with orange stained glass that cast its own humble illuminations. He was drawn back to the dancers as one seemed to be falling off the stage at him; But her partner seemed to be gracefully supporting the drooping woman as her face came within inches of his own. He... He couldn't avert his gaze, her slitted cyan eyes boring into him as she grinned almost wickedly.\n\nThe supporting partner suddenly yanked the lady back into a spinning embrace; Then they held up each other's hands, ample bosoms pressing into one another, faces inches apart and asses arched out. Next the stage lighting became a uniform whitish-pink. Without warning the woman who had gotten so close to his face sank her teeth into her partner's neck!! Torrents of crimson sprayed out as this partner cried out in... Ecstasy? This had to be cleverly hidden fake blood, he was sure of it, but the two entered into an entrancing waltz as they then kissed. It was both horrifying and erotic to see the two women half caked in deep arterial red; Yet neithers' eyes were visible with all of that *'blood,'* which made their' elaborate bloody dance all the more unnerving to Dan. It was then that he noticed the pure silence of his fellow crowd-goers. In a slight inexplicable panic he squinted at the tables closest to his own, eventually making out a couple who seemed in utter awe at the performers' display of dreadful elegance. He was startled then as a pair of large bronze breasts sandwiched his head from either side as the tall purple haired server placed down the coke n' brandy and large pretzels w/ white cheddar dipping sauce. Dan blushed, beginning to stammer but the server chuckled huskily — winking before rollerblading away.\n\nTo say those big pretzels were tasty would be an understatement of an understatement. The outsides were crisp, yet the inside puffy, warm and strangely a little sweet. The dipping sauce was hot and savory, though he did notice the slightest taste of iron in his drink; But then again he had gotten his teeth cleaned at the dentist earlier today, so he stuck with that rationale. Once again he was startled badly as one of the cabaret guards thumped towards him out of the shadows. Keeping in theme the towering guard wore an entire set of black full plate armor from the renaissance era, his barbuta helm concealing all but the unblinking hazel eyes as the guard wordlessly placed a folded slip of paper on Dan's empty plate. He couldn't speak or utter even a thank you being so surprised, eyeing the folded paper with growing bewilderment. Unfolding this paper Dan nearly bit off the tip of his tongue at the invitation: **The owner of Ecdysis wanted to meet him.** A ruby embedded into a platinum ring was stuck next to the simple instructions: *'Go to the elevator and present my ring cutie!'*\n\nAs the master of ceremonies began his speech introducing the next performance Dan tread carefully towards the restricted elevator. Ecdysis had the architecture of Notre Dame but mixed with elements of modern day nightclubs, maximizing its hybridity. Two guards wielding halberds barred his passage until Dan nervously presented the ring. While one of the guards examined it closely Dan felt a cold sweat beginning as he noticed the cleverly concealed holster on the other guardian, hidden away underneath a decorative lemon shaped shoulder plate. Satisfied by the ring's authenticity they let him through, but concerningly did not follow. Dan gulped, feeling clammy now as he saw many buttons from B6 to Floor Five, which was marked with a sharpie'd on smiley face. He hesitated long enough for one of the guards to suddenly reach into the elevator and press F5. The action sent Dan into a flight response, but before he could even sprint out of the elevator the other guard jabbed him in the stomach with the blunt bottom of his halberd with a hollow chuckle. \n\nWith the wind knocked out of him Dan remained on his hands and knees gasping for air until the telltale ding revealed the church-like hallway of the fifth floor. He scrambled out of the elevator after realizing the buttons were no longer working. Rising to his feet Dan saw five doors on either wall of the wide corridor, with an ornate pair of double doors with small circular windows of emerald stained glass at the very end. Both walls had a veritable collection of armors, vases, weapons and antiques from all over the world as well as history. Dan marveled at it all, but couldn't bring himself to move forward; At least until the elevator closed, its floor indicator displaying it going to B6. The potential implications of what may lie in wait at B6 sent a sufficient degree of fear through Dan to send him jogging towards the double doors. Reaching them they seemed to open on their' own without nary a squeak, revealing an office that looked more like a druidic hot-spring out of some high fantasy movie. The floors, 3 of the 4 walls and ceiling were made of mossy stone, yet a chandelier sat suspended above the lacquered chestnut desk, which remained unoccupied. The backwall was a huge mural of stained glass depicting the Milky Way Galaxy. Even as the doors closed behind him with an alarming click Dan nearly teared up at the majesty of it all.\n\nThat is of course until he noticed the water splash in the spring along the right wall. Wet footfalls drew closer, causing Dan to hold his breath in apprehension only to squeal *'very bravely'* at the sudden appearance of the owner. The woman pressed herself into him chest first as her chameleonic skin returned to a rosy tannish-pink complexion. *\"Hello Dan Cromwell, you're far cuter and twinkish than I envisioned! My name is Alannia Gaius, care for a little... Fun?\"* He was beet-red as she finished speaking, sweating profusely as heat flushed his groin into stirring quickly. Alannia was buck naked, her hefty round boobs squishing into his green dress shirt. For the owner of a gothic venue/nightclub with a horror-erotica theme she had the single warmest and radiant complexion, cheeks and nose aflame with blush that Dan had ever seen. Even Alannia's jet black eyebrows were soft and kind — with her long, wet raven hair draping around her chest and shoulders. It was only then that Dan realized she had him up against the door, her hands pressed onto it on either side of his head while Alannia drew her face closer then closer to his own. Her irises were white as snow, reflective even; But the sexy inhuman woman's pupils were shaped like teardrops......\n\n*[To be continued...? Y/N???]*"
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"content": "(This could probably use a couple more proofreading passes... but to be honest I didn't want to spend six months working on a DWP story again and then never post it)\n\n“Alright, there you go.” Lamar said, which made me smirk a little as I lounged in bed reading. \n\nHe was just so damn proud with himself. I could *hear* his cocky smile, just from the tone in his voice. Curious how the latest installment of ‘Becca the cumslut’ would unfold, I glanced towards the pair of them. Lamar was sitting before Becca’s desktop, his thick arms crossed against his flabby chest. He was as stereotypical of a fat nerd as there has ever been, think Steve Urkle only a hundred pounds heavier. I was half expecting him to pull out an inhaler at any minute, just to complete the act. Meanwhile, as Lamar was practically hyperventilating, still trying to catch his breath from the run across campus to our dorm, Becca, my roommate, was bending forward to get a better look at the computer monitor. I wondered if she realized she was pressing her large breasts up against Lamar’s shoulder as she did so, or if she realized what a seductive pose she had struck. Her bubble butt high in the air and on display, her tight booty shorts leaving little to the imagination: she even had a little wet camel toe poking out through those thick luscious thighs. I had to fight hard against the urge to walk across the room and give her a little smack on the ass. I probably would’ve, to be honest, but I didn’t want to interrupt. The show was just starting to get good.\n\nBecca’s pillowy, perfect for cocksucking lips, moved almost silent, whispering as she reread her essay. Presumably she was double-checking that her entire body work was accounted for. “Oh my goodness, that is it, thank you so much, Lamar!” Becca replied, practically collapsing with relief. There had been so much tension inside her I felt as if I was watching a rubber band snap!\n\nAbout thirty minutes ago our dorm building had lost power. The outage had only lasted for five minutes, but the damage that had been done right in the middle of finals week was profound all the same. For that horrifying half hour, Becca was certain she’d lost an entire day’s worth of work on her English paper! In a panic, she’d texted the best computer nerd she knew, throwing herself on his mercy to recover the lost work. Of course, she could’ve asked me. I was about 99% positive Lamar had just gone into her iCloud storage and pulled her automatic backup from the server. But I had to admit this was much more fun to watch.\n\n“You’re very welcome.” He said, butt he chubby nerd didn’t sound as if he were happy to help out of the goodness of his heart. There was definitely a tone to his voice as if he expected more.\n\nThere was a brief moment of silence, I could practically see the little hamster running on his wheel inside Becca’s head until she finally caught up with the rest of us. Good thing she was pretty! Although, just for the record, you couldn’t blame me for her big tits but brainless head. She’d always had those. My contribution to Becca’s life had been a bit more subtle… “Oh shit! I’m sorry, Lamar. How rude of me. Would you like to sit or stand?” \n\n“Sit, silly girl. You think I got this figure with exercise?” \n\n“Oh, oh course.” Becca said with another playfully giggle, before reaching out to unbuckle Lamar’s pants. She freed the tent that had been stewing in his jeans ever since he knocked on our dorm room door… probably ever since he got the text from Becca’s phone, actually. I watched from my bed as she took Lamar’s cock in her mouth for the first time. Her gentle slurps filling the room.\n\nFor those at home who are as slow as Becca, I had hypnotized my roommate. More specifically, I made her believe it was not only normal, but very proper to swallow a guy’s load whenever he did something nice for you. It didn’t matter what the favor was. Had he recovered your term paper, saving your entire semester and preventing you from having to take English 101 again? Head it was. Had he driven an hour to come recuse you from the side of the highway, in the middle of a typhoon no less? Well, that might be worth **two** blowies, at his leisure, but how could not thank your knight in shining armor. Had he simply held the door open for you when your arms were full of books? Well, find a table to put those heavy books down because you now have a job to do!\n\nI gotta tell you, while my goal had been to make our college campus sexy again, half the fun of hypnotizing my roommate had just been watching the reaction of the men she’d encountered over the last week. I’m pretty sure almost every man has fantasied about getting a blow job after being a woman’s hero. But they still don’t seem to know how to handle it when Becca not just offered, but insisted that she give them oral in exchange for their courtesy. I was actually surprised how many turned her down, some even looked downright horrified. I wondered if they were scared they were taking advantage of her somehow, or were just too wary of something that seemed too good to be true. \n\nOf course, I suppose it was only natural that some guys were more prepared for it than others. Particularly as tales about Becca’s extracurricular activities started to spread among the student population. \n\n“Good slut…” Lamar growled passionately. “Maybe if you’re a good enough girl, I can pump a cream pie into you later.” \n\n“What?” Becca said, cocking her head almost like a dog as she released Lamar’s cock with a loud popping sound. “You think I’m a slut.”\n\n“Of course not!” I loudly interrupted before Lamar could put his foot further into his mouth. “Lamar is just being silly, right, Lamar?” I asked pointedly. \n\nLamar, who apparently hadn’t even realized I was in the room, seemed to about shit himself. I was halfway worried he might have some sort of heart attack, if anyone needed to avoid any sudden shock it was his cholesterol clogged heart. “Uh, yeah. Sorry about that, Becca.” \n\n“Oh, don’t worry about it.” She said cheerfully before she went back to her task, and I put my book aside, so I could take full appreciation of her natural abilities. \n\nSome people might scoff at the idea of a talented blow job giver. Just open your mouth and suck, right? However, as something of a connoisseur of both giving and receiving oral myself, I can tell you there is a lot more to it than that. Far too many neglect the balls when going down on a dude, for example. And sure, there are some dudes who don’t want their partner touching their sack: everyone is different after all. Nevertheless, far more often than not, nothing pushes a 9 or even 8 out of 10 blowjobs into a 10 out of 10 than a little ball play. Swish ‘em around with your mouth, tickle ‘em with your fingers. Something, anything!\n\nI think what Becca does best though is eye contact. I’ve heard said that some people, exceptionally good listeners, can make you feel like the most important person in the entire world. Well, I think Becca did that when giving head. Even from across the room, watching her go down on someone else, I could feel it. Even whilst looking up and over the slope of her partner’s prodigious belly, I had no doubt that Lamar had to feel like the sexiest, more desirable man in the world at that moment. \n\n“Oh… oh shit.” Lamar was clutching his chest, stunned eyes wide open with shock. Yet again, I was a little worried he was about to have a heart attack in our bedroom. Perhaps Becca was taking the saying ‘sucking the soul out of him’ a little too literally.\n\nThankfully, Lamar’s finish wasn’t nearly so permanent. While he practically ripped the armrest from Becca’s office chair he was clinging to it so powerfully, he remained conscious as his eyes fluttered whilst he dumped his load down the back of Becca’s throat. Groaning loudly, his hips bucking a little in the chair as the last of his load spurted from his cock. Things got a little awkward at this point, post nut clarity hitting Lamar like a freight train. Generally speaking, I’ve noticed that guys either get really clingy or desperate to leave after nutting down a girl’s throat. Especially when the girl in question has such a lax, easy attitude around sex. Often, guys have a sort of stunned look on their face, as if they can’t believe that actually happened.\n\nLuckily, Lamar was the type to get lost. After all, now that his cock was soft, neither of us had much use for him. Without so much as a ‘thank you’ he hurried to buckle up his shorts and practically ran from the room. I openly laughed at his hasty retreat, while Becca wiped the cum and spit from her lips with the back of her hand. She then slid in behind her keyboard, taking the place that Lamar had just vacated. I watched her for a little bit, and it became apparent she was turning her essay in before any more calamity could strike. One close call was enough for a semester. \n\n“How was it?” I asked.\n\n“Small.”\n\n“Too bad.” \n\n“Yeah. I wonder what Derrick is up to?”\n\n“Don’t worry about Derrick.” I said with a smile as I watched her submit her essay. \n\n“Oh yeah?” She said as she shut her computer down for the night and spun around in her chair to look at me. \n\n“Oh yeah…” I said, beckoning her over with a single finger. My pussy was wetter than the Columbia River after watching the show. “Momma needs her loving tonight.” \n\nBecca said nothing. With a greedy smile on her face, she quickly started to crawl over towards my bed. I gotta tell you, if there is one thing that Becca does better that suck cock? It’s eat pussy. But you’re going to take my word for it… even for me some stuff has just got to stay private. \n\nEND."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: To combat the grow Succubus Plaque infecting women worldwide, The gods bless those men that remained. With members big enough to stun any she-demon into submission, and balls filled with an endless ocean of holy, taint cleansing cum. Your first task is simple, cleanse and free your wife. | [
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"content": "(I’m going to take this idea, but remove the wife part. Essentially taking it into another POV.) (Dub Con)\n\nDue to the growing number of Succubi via the new plague and poor health management, nearly most if not all the women had been affected. Although, in order to combat this, the gods decided to intervene. Unable to directly interfere, they thought of the next best thing, equipping the men with the ability to take care of the pandemic. And that’s where we start our story.\n\n——\n\nWaking up after another night of the Succubi trying to look for another mate, moaning throughout the night, I noticed something new. Without even having to look in my pants, I notice my cock now poked through my shorts, and was almost as girthy as a stalk of corn, while my balls were the size of basketballs.\n\nAs a sub, I didn’t know what to do with this growth. However, a succubus that had noticed a small gap in my defenses had found a way inside. It was my neighbor, Valerie. She was the caretaker at a nearby daycare. Her large body looking fit for caring small children, as she looked like she had many herself.\n\nAs she unlocks my door and steps inside, her mouth was already salivating and her pussy drenched, while she stares at my third leg. “Mmm~, Noah. When were you going to share that you were so…***hung?***” \n\nShe closes the door behind her, locking it to ensure no other Succubi could intrude and take her prey. Licking her lips, she saunters forwards. “Mmm~, you know…ever since I’ve changed, I had this constant craving. But since I’ve been a virgin all my life, I didn’t really know what it was I’ve been craving. But now that I see that **massive** meat in your pants, I now know what I want. Noah…I want you~.”\n\nShe pins me to the ground, ripping my clothes off of my body. My bare back hitting my soft rug, as her legs pin my arms out to the sides. As she sits on my face, getting into the 69 position. Her wet pussy rubbing against my face, while her gentle hands caress and hold my flaccid penis. “Oh…this smell is *great*. Not too smelly, but enough to be so enticing!” \n\nShe brings her salivating mouth towards my cock, as she begins to suck on the head of it. Having been a virgin myself, I let out a soft, stifled moan the moment she had taken the head into her mouth.\n\n——"
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"content": "this has given me a whole new world to write vignettes in lmao; i had to be like \"yeah this is probably enough for now\" but maybe i'll do some more later\n\n---\n\nWren makes the *cutest* noises, straddling Liz's head where Liz lies back on the bed. Most of the fairies are short, but Wren is petite enough that even some of the elves can throw her about like she weighs nothing. It means Liz misses the feeling of thick thighs around her head, but her hold at Wren's hips is enough to keep her solidly in place, large brown fingers dimpling darker skin as they dig into Wren's ass.\n\nHer wings, gossamer and thin and dragonfly-shaped, twitch wildly behind her as Wren cums for a—what is this, the third? fourth? time. She moans and squeals, and Liz can feel her hips tremble in her hold but she doesn't let go, just keeps working Wren's clit with her tongue. Juices run down her chin; even Liz's nose and cheeks are sticky. Fairies taste so sweet.\n\nWren's back arcs and she cries out, and Liz squeezes harder into her hips as she sucks at Wren's clit. Her legs shake against Liz's ears, and with one gasping moan, she collapses back against Liz's body.\n\n\"I can't,\" she gasps, \"I can't, I can't,\" and one hand grips at the bedsheet while the other grabs onto one of Liz's hands. Wren's whole upper body twists and writhes.\n\nLiz offers some mercy, finally; Wren twitches and spasms as Liz's tongue moves in slow circles around Wren's pussy, getting wider and wider and further from her aching clit, until finally that hold on her loosens and Liz pushes her back enough inches that it's only Liz's hot breath she has to worry about.\n\n\"Good girl,\" Liz says, and even just the gentle vibration of her voice so close to Wren's sensitive pussy is enough to make Wren tremble against her. Liz shifts, sets Wren next to her on the bed, and crawls over her so she can kiss her, slow and deep. Wren offers no resistance when Liz puts her tongue into Wren's mouth, nor when Liz's hand runs up the smooth planes of her stomach to grope at one small breast. She'll give her a *little* rest until round two."
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"content": "(Dub-Con)\n\nAlien customs are weird, but when in Rome… I unbutton my pants, revealing my 4 inch cock. Karla and Amy stare for a short while, before smiling.\n\n“Aww, how cute.” Amy said, Karla following up on her words. “Yeah! And he even did so willingly! I can’t believe how gullible this human is!”\n\nThey restrain me, their slimy appendages wrapping around my arms and legs. Amy taking my cock into her mouth and swirling with her tongue and sucking, while Karla, with her long thing tongue, being rimming my ass.\n\nSoft moans slip from my mouth as they continued, squirming in their slimy grasp. Although to no avail.\n\n“Mmm~, human, you should know, you won’t be getting away so easily.” Karla with her small stature said. She removes her tongue from my ass, as she continues. “You see, you’re now our mate~. So we will be using you how we see fit. And that also means…” *She resumed on my ass, this time inserting her tongue inside. “…being our personal. Cum-Dispenser.”\n\nThe sensation of my cock being played with by Amy’s mouth and my ass tongued by Karla causes me to cum. Filling Amy’s waiting maw with my warm seeds. As she takes it all, she smiles, gulping.\n\n“Ah~. Now **that**, was delicious. Let’s see how much more we can get from you before we have to genetically engineer you to be our good *Cum-Dispenser~*.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Strict all girls collage for women 18 to 26 years old starts a new school year. The head mistress gives a speech: ''Due to influx of lesbians being enrolled this year we have altered your new uniforms to discourage you from indulging in sex with fellow students.'' | [
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"content": "Alex struggled to hide her disappointment. She looked down at her button-down shirt and knee high skirt.\n\nThe Academy of fair maidens is a place of learning sophistication and feminine excellence so in light of recent events the dress code has thereby been changed to greatly encourage the adherence of the rules of this Academy regarding abstinence.\n\nAlex rolled her eyes \"if you think more clothes you're going to stop people from getting frisky your sadly mistaken.\"\n\nThe next day when Alex went into her closet to prepared to get dressed. She found that she looked at the outfit she had extracted from her closet and laid out on her bed.\n\nThe dark blue sweater and white gown was Tastefully elegant yet lacked any Flair. \n\n_How am I going to have any fun wearing this?_\n\nHalf the fun of the old uniform was pissing off the prudish and teasing the shy by forgetting to wear underwear and accidentally knocking her pencil off my desk.\n\n\"I could \"forget\" my undergarments for today but considering that none of the teachers I'm very happy with me at the moment. I'll be good for now.\"\n\nI frowned certain today was going to be boring and for the most part it was until I was interrupted from staring lazily at my already finished math sheet by the elbow in my classmate and best friend Brenda.\n\n\"I'm not helping you with the answers.\"\n\n\"Meanie, never mind that look!\n\nBrenda nodded her head causing her Brown curls to swing.\n\nI looked where she nodded to find Clarissa one of the more shy good girls of our school walking up to the dry erase board math is our first class so it was early in the morning so tonight is streaming through the large windows on the right side of the room.\n\nMy eyes widened as the sunlight caused the white fabric of her gown to become slightly translucent and giving me of you of her sculpted legs through her gown. Admittedly I had a hard time focusing on what problem she was solving as the memory of her walking to the dry erase board kept replaying in my mind. The thought of such a good girl doing something so naughty made me wet. Though Clarissa tended to have that effect on me.\n\nWatching her walk back to her desk made me nearly squirm. The navy blue sweater molding her large breasts clinging to them like a second skin making it obvious to the king observers such as myself that she wasn't wearing a bra.\n\nI think the dress code change backfired in the most amazing way possible."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "Ladies, gentlemen and other living things. Welcome, one and all, to the world's first ever Dom-Off!" | [
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"content": "\"Welcome, everyone, to the Dom-Off, we are your hosts for the night! I'm Ecstasy Jones!\"\n\n\"And I'm Jeffrey Ronaldson!\" \n\n\"This is a very exciting day for me, Jeffrey.\"\n\n\"For me as well, Ecstasy. It's really fun to see BDSM move onto the big stage. There are... how many people in the audience?\"\n\n\"I don't know, well into the thousands. Now let's have a look at our contestants! In the red corner, Emma Cortez. And in the right corner David Richardson.\"\n\n\"Hmm... very classic looks on the both of them. Almost conservative.\"\n\n\"Oh, come off it, Jeffrey. The suit-and-tie is an old-fashioned look, but David is totally working it. And the black underbust corset and matching boots on Emma is far more classic than old-fashioned, and it works really well with that paddle.\"\n\n\"You're right, Ecstasy. Now let's look at the subs, and.... Oh, this is interesting! Emma is having her sub delivered to the stage in a dog crate, that's a nice touch. But... what's going on!? The judges are sanctioning her! Ah... the rules allow for one dom and one sub on stage, so they're sanctioning her for her carrying help! And.... Oh! Look at the slut in the cage!\"\n\n\"Hmm... that's certainly an interesting play. Chubby subs might not be the preferred thing for general aesthetics, but if you're going to do something that involves a lot of rigging and impactplay, a bit of extra padding can make a huge positive difference. And the long ponytail is a nice touch.\"\n\n\"David, on the other hand, seems to go for a more classical model. Petite asian girls are always a good choice.\"\n\n\"Always. Now, let's see... and they're off! David is bringing out... a St. Andrew's cross! He seems to be sticking with the classics, doesn't he? Meanwhile, Emma is taking her sub out of her cage, and putting her on a leash. They're going for a little walk, stageside, the audience will love that.\"\n\n\"Back to David, and he is beginning to warm his sub up a little, it looks like. He's running his hands over her, and... oh, ow. I wonder if that poor girl thought she would have her pubes pulled today when she woke up this morning?\"\n\n\"Definitely, Jeffrey. Look at her face, she's enjoying that. Apparently the judges are too... you don't see that very often today, with the fashion for tightly groomed pubic hair. Will it be enough to win, though?\"\n\n\"Definitely not, Ecstasy. Let's just hope for his sake that Mr. Richardson has more tricks up his sleeve.\"\n\n\"It looks like he does! He's bringing out a riding crop. Teasing at first, all well and good, and... OH MY GOD! Look at that! Just the nipple! That kind of precision, with so much power... if nothing else, there's something that will impress the judges!\"\n\n\"Let's turn our eyes back to Emma instead, and... Just as you thought, she's going for a rope-based approach. And I must say, the way the ropes dig into her, especially with those semi-tight tit ties... it is just so beautiful. And it looks like she's continuing to play to her sub's strengths with that paddle! Paddles definitely have a place, but they have been used as a coverup for sloppy technique in the past... let's see what the judges make of it.\"\n\n\"The judges are loving it! Just look at that jiggle and... oh, she's spinning her sub around. Seems like she wants to show off that bouncy ass too.\"\n\n\"Ecstasy, are you masturbating right now?\"\n\n\"Let he who can keep it in his pants cast the first stone, Jeffrey.\"\n\n\"... Fair enough. Let's see what's going to happen next... Oh... David is opening his case and... OK... that's a nice big dildo. What's he going to do with that, and... Oh, this is interesting! He turned the cross upside down, sub and all, and... yes, her mouth will be at the perfect height for him to facefuck, while he abuses her cunt with that silicone cock. And, he's off!\" \n\n\"Meanwhile, Emma seems to be going for a strapon. Let's just hope she isn't losing too much time putting it on and... nope, there she goes. Nice bit of screaming from the sub too.\"\n\n\"I wonder if putting the sub with her face towards the audience was the right move, or if the judges would prefer to see which hole she was fucking...\"\n\n\"We'll find out when the judges make their decision. Now the time on the clock is running out... will David have time to... oh, yes, there it comes. Nice big cumshot to cap off the whole thing.\"\n\n\"Meanwhile, Emma is pounding her... and there's the bell! Excellent work by both doms, I'd say.\"\n\n\"Me too. But now it's all up to the judges. We'll hear their verdict after the break.\""
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"content": "I yelled in anger at her as the machine’s automatic restraints engaged and trapped me. “Hey! Get your ass over here and let me out now!” She said “Aww, nope. This is what ya get, girl. Maybe you’ll learn some manners once you learn what it’s like ta be one a’ us!” I kept struggling, but the metal restraints of the machine rescued the effort to pathetic wiggling.\nThe machine fully fired up a moment after I was restrained, and did a scan of my body. A robotic voice called out, saying “obstructions detected”, before mechanic arms unceremoniously tore every scrap of clothes from my body. The cowgirl laughed and said “Aww, ya look so cute all bare and stuck like that.” The milking devices attached themselves to my chest, beginning their work. I noticed the cowgirl had left the room, but I had little more time before the milkers started sucking and drowned me in pleasure.\nWhen she got back, and saw I was a moaning mess, the cowgirl laughed and said “does feel good, doesn’t it? But it’s also torture. This is what’cha put us through, girl.” In response, I furiously shook my head, trying to scold her for being a bad girl. When it only came out as unintelligible babbling, she said “Aww, don’t worry. It gets better. This here ‘growth hormone’ is apparently what y’all use on us… I wanna see it take effect. I wanna see you filling jugs of milk, just like us… I wanna see those boobs growin’, gettin’ sore and all.”\nShe injected the syringe into my butt, and gave a firm squeeze and sharp spank. I wiggle, moaning as the injection began to work fast. At least it wasn’t the mind-altering hormone for the disobedient girls… right?\n(I could write more but it’s late. First time trying, I hope it’s at least decent!)"
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"content": "Mason had been having a bizarre week. It all started out with Nicole. She was some sorority chick heat hooked up with. She carried on about how \"She never does this,\" and, \"I only really fool around with girls,\" but she had seemed experienced enough when they fucked behind the stacks in the chemistry building, and it was what happened afterward that was really unusual...\n\nShe got an A on an exam that she had guessed her way through completely. And that was when the rubber mill started! She did an entire video about how The boy she hooked up with had a magic good luck dick, and the video went quietly viral around campus. She hadn't named him in it, but people were certainly finding out who he was.\n\nAnother girl, Kaylee had seemed surprisingly into him at a party that weekend, and he would have just chalked it up to his own good charm, but she also posted a video. She got accepted into her grad program, when she wasn't sure about her chances. Still just coincidence, right? Wrong!\n\nThat very Sunday, six girls from Nicole's sorority head shown up and treated Mason to the only orgy of his life. It mostly consisted of each of them taking turns getting him off while the others sat around chatting or playing on their phones, but it was still six girls! Apparently Nicole had convinced them. He had spent the entire time trying to get them to moderate their expectations, but, shockingly, he didn't need to.\n\nThe professor for the statistics class they were taking together left on maternity leave. It was a shock to the administration. The whole class was switched to pass / fail. All six girls passed, obviously. And now Mason had been doomed to spend the rest of the week being hounded by exes and myth believers looking to rub his \"good luck charm\". \n\nHis ex-girlfriend came over to \" Talk about old times\". She brought whiskey and seemed to want to reminisce about going to high school together, but it wasn't long before McKinley had basically gotten him drunk and given him a sloppy hand job against her thigh. And then she got her period that very night. Which was what she wanted, apparently...\n\nMason was exhausted, laying back on the couch and telling the guys about everything that had happened. Some of them feigned sympathy, but most were openly jealous.\n\nThat was when Ashley came in. She was a gamer girl tomboy, but she was also a streamer and a lingerie model. And she was dolled up. Mason immediately locked eyes with her, noticing her full face of makeup, the way her blonde hair was already in a sexy ponytail, and the way that she seemed to be making a beeline straight for him.\n\n\"Ash?\"He asked, limply, is eyes trailing down her tall figure. Her heavy bust was tightly packed into a cropped long sleeve tee That looked like a Mario baseball jersey made of red and blue lace. The tan skin of her toned midriff was fully bared, and she was wearing a lowriding pair of yoga pants with 4-inch heeled sneakers. The bottom of a massive lacy red brassiere was peeking out of the bottom of her shirt. It was pushing up the girls for full display, not that melons like hers needed much help. Mason swallowed hard, Even as he could feel his cock stiffening at the sight of Ashley in full 'attract mode'. \"Ash? Not you too!\"\n\nAshley smiled, licking her plump red lips. \"Sorry, Mason. I've got a potential sponsorship with Grrl Fuel on the line, and I just can't leave it up to chance,\" She shrugged.\n\nThe other guys in the room immediately erupted into congratulatory jeers and hollers. \n\nJackson, apparently appointing himself leader of the group, gestured toward their other assembled friends. \"Come on guys, we need to give them some space. Looks like Ash has some work to do. Congrats Mason!\"\n\nMason waved his hands in the air. \"No, no! Don't leave me with her! Come on you guys, I've actually gotten laid, like, *too much* this week!\"\n\nAsh said her hands on her wide hips, cocking her head toward Mason, giving her breasts a subtle bounce. \"Come on, Mace. We're friends. And I *need* this. Please?\"\n\nJackson covered his mouth with his hand. \"Oh my God, Mason! Are you actually making Ashley beg? Ashley? Like, the hottest, coolest gamer chick we know? Mason! For shame!\" \n\nAshley giggled.\n\n\"Guys! Come on. Let's just hang out.\" Mason said.\n\nAshley shrugged. All right. If everybody's staying, then I guess you guys are getting a show... She then stripped her T-shirt off, revealing her black lace bra and the endless cleavage of her giant tits contained within. She started to walk over to Mason, even as she brought her fingers to the class of her bra.\n\nHe stopped, just as she was standing between his legs, and she leaned forward, her heavy tits, still encased in her bra, just inches from his face. She swayed them slightly, sending them into a heavy jiggle from side to side. His eyes seemed locked on them. \n\n\"Okay, Mason,\" she purred. \"As much as I need to make sure I get this deal, I'm still going to let this be your choice. Simple question: titty fuck, or no titty fuck?\" \n\nAll the guys in the room waited with bated breath, their eyes locked on Ashley's big boobs. Even through her bra, her nipples were poking out.\n\n\"Dude...\" A couple of guys whispered. Ashley must have been desperate if she was willing to do it in front of everybody. She'd always had an exhibitionist streak, but she hardly ever went this far.\n\nMason swallowed hard, knowing that his balls would never forgive him if he didn't take the opportunity. \"Titty fuck,\" He croaked."
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"content": "*Part 1/2*\n\n---\n\n\"There's still a few bits left!\" Ria said, fingers knitting at a lock of her yellow hair. \"The cycle isn't over yet!\"\n\nTalya gave the clock a disdainful glance and rolled her eyes. \"Sorry. Better luck tomorrow.\"\n\nRia ignored her co-worker, eyes darting back and forth between the clock and the parlor's door. Just a few more bits left on her shift. \"He'll be here.\" She knew he would.\n\nEverything on the deep space vessel Providence was about cycles, patterns, repetition. One stellar day was equal to twenty-four cycles, just like back on ancient earth: six for work, six for rest, six for recreation, and six for research. You'd always spend them in that order so that you didn't burn out. Each cycle was sixty bits, and each bit was sixty ticks. Every cycle, the hab ring rotated three hundred sixty degrees ten times: one degree per total ticks in a cycle. Two hundred eighty-eight days to a stellar year. Welders changed the outer armor plates on the hull every year. Fuel rods change every two. Everything happened again and again.\n\n*He'll be here,* Ria thought. *He will.*\n\n\"You're pathetic,\" Talya said as her client stroked his cock in her face. He huffed in protest, and she turned her icy gaze up to him. \"Sorry, not you. Her.\"\n\n\"Heh. No problem,\" he said, chuckling politely as he towered over Talya. His hull welder's jumpsuit was unzipped at the waist, and his entire manhood was untucked from his base layer. Slowly, patiently, he stroked himself from tip to hilt while she waited patiently on her knees. \"Getting close.\"\n\n\"Just say when,\" Talya replied casually. Then, turning to Ria in the neighboring booth: \"Why him, anyway? A mouthful of cum is a mouthful of cum. It's not like you don't get dozens of them.\"\n\nRia sighed, her head spinning at all the reasons as she pictured his handsome face, heard his phantom voice, smelled his *scent*. \"You wouldn't get it.\"\n\n\"No, I wouldn't,\" she agreed. \"Your lips are dry as fuck, by the way. Drink some water and clean up.\"\n\nRia masked the nervousness in her eyes as she grabbed the gel lubricant from beside her water canteen and applied it to her lips. \"Yeah. Uh... thanks.\"\n\n\"What are you going to do anyway,\" Talya groaned, \"lottery for his babies or something?\"\n\nRia perked up as the frosted glass door to the parlor slid open and a silhouette appeared against the brightness in the atrium. Her heart leapt, then sank as another welder strolled across the room to the third stall in their row where Inari waited on her knees.\n\n\"Hi there! Welcome back!\" Inari said, smiling her dark, pillowy-lipped smile up at him. \"Ready?\"\n\n\"Am I ever,\" the welder said, unfastening his jumpsuit's zipper conduit.\n\nOnly two bits left until the end of the cycle now—the end of Ria's shift. She pouted and threw her cheek into her hand as Talya chuckled. \"Pathetic.\"\n\n\"I think it's sweet,\" Inari said from her booth at the end of the row, fixing her dark curly hair up with a clip as her welder finished unzipping himself and began stroking. \"You do get all *goofy looking* even just talking about him though.\" \n\n\"I do not,\" Ria said, pouting. Talya disagreed, mouthing: *You do.\"\n\nRia frowned. Maybe she *was* pathetic. Maybe none of this was working out the way she'd hoped.\n\n\"What does it feel like?\" Inari asked.\n\n\"Being in... well, maybe not love? I don't know what I'm supposed to call it—\"\n\nTalya rolled her eyes, her dark eye makeup making the effect even more dramatic. \"Here we go,\" she said.\n\nRia tried to collect her thoughts into words. Out here in deep space, love didn't exist. \"He just has this... *air* about him. And this *scent.* Every time I smell him or *taste* him it just...\" Ria made a growling sound to approximate the feeling of the buzzing between her thighs that she couldn't explain to anyone. \"Even just talking about it. And I can remember the way he smiled at me when he finished. Such kind eyes. He just... he makes me feel amazing. Even when he's not here.\"\n\n\"Aww,\" Inari said with a dreamy smile. \"That sounds so nice.\"\n\n\"Sounds fucking stupid,\" said Talya. \"They all smile at you when they finish.\"\n\n\"He was different.\"\n\nTalya hesitated for a moment. \"Alright... then tell me one thing. How do y—\n\nThen, the accelerated jingling of zippers and a telltale grunting from the open window to Talya's booth.\n\n\"—Ah,\" Talya said, \"hold on a tick.\"\n\nHer client—a tall, burly welder in his mid-twenties—pinched his lips together between his teeth as his breaths turned to soft grunts. Talya prepared herself on her pillow, untucking her small, jiggly breasts from her top both to encourage him and keep any errant mess a bit more manageable. She smiled up at him as he stroked, then laid her tongue flat against her chin and arched her head back, making herself the perfect picture for him: a pretty, pale-skinned girl with cute little tits, dark hair, smoky eyes, and a wide-open mouth, down on her knees for him.\n\nWithout so much as a word spoken by anyone in the parlor, the man put the head of his cock into Talya's open mouth and began filling it with a thick, creamy load of cum.\n\nFor all her complaining against what it meant to feel something for a man, when she was in the moment, Talya *enjoyed* it just as they all did. She breathed whisper-quiet moans as each jet of his load hit the back of her mouth and pooled there, and she waited patiently for him to stroke out every last bit. Her eyes stayed locked to his, and fluttered at the joyous sensation of each spray painting her mouth. The man breathed heavily through the orgasm, and once he'd emptied himself, he sighed with relief and squeezed out the last drop. It oozed in with the rest of the messy load filling the back of Talya's mouth, and suddenly, there was quiet again.\n\nAnd through the whole thing, Ria's thighs buzzed as she imagined she was with him.\n\nNot the welder. *Him.*\n\nThe man stepped back, signaling he was spent. Talya closed her lips, swallowed, then sighed, showing him what she'd done.\n\n\"Thank you,\" she said with a satisfied smile.\n\nWithout another word, the man smiled politely, zipped up his jumpsuit, and left the parlor.\n\nTalya sighed contentedly and tucked her breasts back into her top, hesitating as she noticed that some of the mess had dripped onto her cleavage. \"Anyway,\" she said, sweeping up the dollop of cum with her fingertip and sipping it away, \"what were you saying?\"\n\nRia collected herself. \"I.. I wasn't. You were asking me something?\"\n\nTalya squinted for a moment, then shrugged. \"Forgot. Anyway, see you tomorrow,\" she said, standing. \"Maybe get one more client in. Clear your fucking head or something.\"\n\nRia's head whipped to the clock as Talya grabbed her water canteen and stood from her pillow to leave, changing her booth's holo-sign to *closed*: The cycle was up.\n\nHe hadn't showed.\n\n\"It'll be okay, girl,\" Inari said from the far booth as her man slowly began stroking to his finish as well. \"Maybe he'll come back someday.\"\n\n---\n\n*Part 2/2 below later today*"
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"content": "*Day 1*\n\n\"Okay, Holly, how are you feeling today?\"\n\n\"Uh, pretty good, Dr. Xoltis. My belly's kind of sensitive already, but other than that I'm fine. No, y'know, cravings or aches yet.\"\n\n\"Good, good. We have the ultrasound right here, would you like to see your babies?\"\n\n\"Oh my God, yes please.\"\n\n\"Here you go.\"\n\n\"Wow. I mean, I knew I was having a whole litter, but it's pretty different seeing it in person. And they're all okay?\"\n\n\"All nine are healthy as can be. You given any thought to...Holly? Hello?\"\n\n\"W--What? Oh, sorry, spaced out. I, uh, was thinking about when Ruxi knocked me up. Can I, uh, go see him after this? Or, like, right now?\"\n\n\"Oh, that's fine. This is just a check-in anyhow. We're technically done.\"\n\n\"Perfect. Thanks doc!\"\n\n*Day 15*\n\n\"Holly? You with me?\"\n\n\"Mmmm.... what? O--Oh, sorry doc! Yeah, I'm here. What's up?\"\n\n\"Well, I just wanted to talk to you about the changes you've been going through. They're pretty noticeable.\"\n\n\"You mean my tits? Yeah, these things have absolutely blown up in size. If this experiment wasn't clothing optional, I'd be going through bras like candy. Not to mention my ass.\"\n\n\"And how's your body taking it? Any problems?\"\n\n\"Honestly, the exact opposite. No pains, no heartburn, no mood swings--hell, I don't even get headaches anymore! And I'm not even sure if that's something a human pregnancy gives you!\"\n\n\"Fascinating. I'll definitely jot that down for later. It's something to explore.\"\n\n\"Hey doc?\"\n\n\"Yes, Holly?\"\n\n\"Are you uh...free after this? Cause I...I just need to fuck. So badly.\"\n\n\"Of course.\"\n\n\"Yay!\"\n\n*Day 41*\n\n\"So you're producing about forty-five ounces of milk a day?\"\n\n\"Mhmm! And it tastes almost as good as Ruxi's cock. You wanna try some?\"\n\n\"No thank you. But if you could fill this beaker up with your milk, I would appreciate it. I need to check the nutritional content of it to determine if it's safe for your children to consume.\"\n\n\"Okie dokie!\"\n\n*Day 58*\n\n\"Oh, hello Ruxi!\"\n\n\"Hello doctor. I brought Holly.\"\n\n\"Holly get fuck now?\"\n\n\"Hmm. Has she been like this for a while?\"\n\n\"Since yesterday. The theory is it's a hormonal response.\"\n\n\"Hor-mon-al? Dunno that word means.\"\n\n\"Think she'll be alright?\"\n\n\"We'll have to run some tests to be absolutely certain. I'll get everything ready while you take care of her needs.\"\n\n\"Of course. Come on Holly, I'll fuck you.\"\n\n\"Yayyy, Holly get fuck now!\"\n\n*Day 69*\n\n\"Good--ahn!--morning Dr. Xoltis!\"\n\n\"Hello doctor!\"\n\n\"Holly and Ruxi! Good morning! You're all set to bring your kids home after this, we just need to ask Holly some questions.\"\n\n\"Ask away!\"\n\n\"Well, first of all, how would you rate your pain during the birthing process on a scale of one to ten?\"\n\n\"Well, to be honest, it--OH GOD YES FUCK YOUR BABY MAMA BIMBO--sorry, just slipped out.\"\n\n\"No worries, it happens.\"\n\n\"Like I was saying, it started out as a ten, but by the fourth kid it was sitting at around a three. The aches were--mmmmm--mostly gone by the time the last one was out.\"\n\n\"Fascinating. And your body?\"\n\n\"Well, I can't really--ahn--get an accurate measurement for my breasts since they're the size of beanbag chairs, but my milk production is about sixty ounces now, and my ass is about the size of a pair of basketballs.\"\n\n\"And the mental changes?\"\n\n\"Manageable, but still there. It's like reading a book written in your native language but every third paragraph uses old grammar rules. MMMMM! I can understand most of it, but I get a little dazed and confused sometimes.\"\n\n\"Okay, that's good. Final question: do you feel that this experience was overall worthwhile?\"\n\n\"Oh hell yes it was! I know this won't be for everyone, but this was an incredible experience. I'm like dangerously close to starting a cult over how good this is.\"\n\n\"Let's not go that far. Okay, that's all for now! If you have any questions, don't hesitate to call my office. But for now, you can go home with your kids.\"\n\n\"Thank you, Dr. Xoltis! C'mon Ruxi, let's get home so we can fuck in a real bed!\"\n\n\"Bye Dr. Xoltis. Thanks for everything!\""
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"content": "Mowing the lawn is so zen - especially since I got a new super silent battery operated mower. Back and forth. Back and forth. I can just zone out and do my thing. I was completely zoned out when a loud thump made me jump. \n\nI turned around to a naked woman in the middle of my lawn. She didn’t look to be hurt. I might have looked harder than I should have - it’s not everyday a beautiful naked woman falls on your lawn. \n\nShe had long shapely legs, toned abs that hinted at a six pack, huge tits with tiny areolas, a round face with a tiny up turned nose and long blonde hair. \n\nAfter a few moments hesitation, I ran over to her. \n\n“Are you alright?” I asked as she ran her hand over her forehead. \n\n“Yes. Yes - I am ok. Or as good as can be,” she said sadly. \n\n“Where are your clothes?”\n\n“Clothes?” She touched my shirt. “Right. Right. I have never owned any,” she said. It was such an odd response. \n\n“Let’s get you inside until I can this figured out,” I said. I helped her up. He leaned heavily on my arm - pushing her huge soft tits into my arm. I led her into the house. \n\nShe sat on the sofa. \n\n“This is so soft!” She said in surprise. Bouncing up and down on it. Her tits bouncing beautifully as hopped up and down. \n\n“Aaah, yes. Very soft,” I said as I stared at her boobs jiggling up and down. I gave my head a shake. “Where did you come from?”\n\n“I fell,” she said simply. \n\n“Fell from where?”\n\n“Heaven,” she said sadly. “I am a fallen angel.”\n\nI don’t know why I instantly believed her. “Don’t you have to do something wrong to fall from heaven?” I asked. \n\n“I have been - obsessed - with humans. Too much so,” she said. “So they made me human and exiled me from heaven.”\n\n“That seems a bit much.”\n\n“Well they said it was a sin,” I raised my eyebrows at that, “a sin to watch humans having sex.”\n\n“Oh,” I said with a chuckle. \n\n“It is just so fascinating - how your bodies fit together. The moaning and groaning. The fluids. It is all just fascinating,” she said earnestly. \n\nHer eyes suddenly went wide. She looked down between her legs. She touched her pussy experimentally. \n\nShe let out a little gasp. \n\n“I have all the human parts now!” She said with a big smile. “Look at this!” She said spreading her legs wide. She used her fingers to spread her slit open - showing me her delicate pink folds. “I have a pussy!”\n\nShe was so excited. \n\nUsing the tips of her fingers she traced her slit. Up and down her pussy. She pushed her fingers into her folds and gasped as she touched herself. \n\n“You are a male! You have a cock. Can I see your cock?” She was so curious and innocent. She hopped off the couch and pulled down my pants."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: 27 year old Ken is a professional therapy submissive reporting to the office to work with 57 year old Alice Gold for the first time. Alice was in a 30+ year marriage with an overbearing husband and has been working with Dr. Emma Stern who prescribed Ken as the next part of her treatment. | [
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"content": "“Alice,” Dr. Stern said - pulling my focus from my hands back to her. “You need to understand yourself. What works for you and your body.”\n\nI just nod. I understand the concept but it is so hard to action on. Steve, my husband, has no interest in what I need or what. He wants a quick fuck or a blow job and then to sit in front of the tv. To hell with my needs. \n\n“Have you been doing the masturbation exercises I gave you?” She asks gently. \n\nI blush furiously. \n\n“I tried once. It was weird. I don’t know that I like the idea of just - touching - myself like that. It feels dirty,” I stammer. \n\n“Your body and your pleasure are beautiful. You need to understand them. The best way to understand them is to explore them,” she said as I nodded in agreement. I understood but a life time of repression is tough to overcome. \n\n“Did you talk to Steve about the Ken treatment?”\n\n“He said he didn’t care what I did in therapy. He wouldn’t even let me explain the whole thing to him,” I say frustrated. \n\n“Are you willing to try out a Ken?” She prods gently. \n\n“Isn’t it - cheating? I don’t want to cheat on Steve,” I say sincerely. \n\n“Of course not. He said he doesn’t care what happens at therapy. And most importantly - it is *therapy*. I will be here with you the whole time,” the doctor said with a tight concerned smile. \n\nI stare at my hands. “I don’t know. I just don’t know if this is right,” I say as I flip flop on the idea over and over again. \n\n“Ok. That is fine. Whatever you want is fine. The only thing I would say is that sometimes you have to push yourself a little if you want to change. Get out of your comfort zone and try new things. But at the end of the day - it is up to you.”\n\nShe is right. The doctor is always right about these things. \n\n“Ok. But I can stop the treatment anytime I want - right‽” I ask. \n\n“Of course you can. You are in charge. Not Steve. Not me. Not the Ken. You. You have the power here Alice.”\n\n“Ok,” I sit up straighter, “let’s do this!”\n\nThe doctor smiles at me. She presses a button on the old school desk phone. It squeaks. \n\n“Sally, could you send a Ken into my office please?”\n\n“Right away doctor,” the phone squawks. \n\nThe door to the office opens and a young man walks in. He is maybe twenty five. He is toned and muscular. He is wearing only a speedo style underwear. Showing off his muscular chest and abs. I watch in rapt fascination as his muscles ripple as he walks over to us. \n\nHe smiles at both of us. Turning to the doctor he says, “Sally said you needed a Ken?”\n\n“Yes. This,” she said gesturing to me, “is Alice,” the doctor says. \n\n“Hi Alice,” he says with a warm smile. “How can I help you today?” He voice is low and strong. He face so young and innocent. \n\nI just stare at him. Unsure what to do or say. \n\n“Remember Alice,” the doctor nudges me gently, “this Ken is a stand in. A surrogate for your Steve. Tell this Ken what you would like. What you wish Steve would do.”\n\nI look at the doctor, full of doubt and hesitation, “what I would want Steve to do?”\n\n“Exactly. If Steve was here right now and had to do whatever you said - what would you ask him to do?” The doctor encouraged me. \n\nWe had practiced positive visualization. Practiced what I would say yo Steve. Practiced to understand my wants. \n\n“I would tell Steve to - to - to get on *his* knees and lick my **fucking** pussy!” I spat with my eyes closed - remembering all of our previous therapy sessions. \n\n“That is good, Alice! Excellent!” The doctor said. \n\nI opened my eyes to Ken on his knees in front of me. He gently placed his hands on my knees. With a smile he pushed my skirt back - revealing my panties. \n\nHe traced the waist band on my panties with his finger tips. Setting my whole body tingling in anticipation. \n\n“May I have these?” He said as he curled a finger under the waist band. \n\nI nodded silently. \n\nHe eased my panties down - his smile growing as he unveiled my pussy. He threw my panties over his shoulder. \n\nHe kissed each of my knees - edging his face between them. I opened my legs - ever so slightly. He kissed the inside of my leg. Working his way up my thigh. I opened my legs little by little - letting him inch his way closer to my sex. \n\nHands were touching my thighs - running up and down my legs. Waking up my nerve endings and setting me on fire. His hands explored my mound - teasing me as his finger tips ran through my short hair. \n\nI could feel his breath on my slit - hot and wet. He looked up at me - those big innocent eyes. \n\n“May I?” He said softly. \n\n“Hu huh,” I said quietly. \n\nThe gentlest little lick - just grazing my lips. He left a trail of kisses up one side and down the other - teasing but never parting my lips. Gently sucking on a lip - pulling it gently into his mouth - he kissed up my slit. His tongue teasing me gently. \n\nI felt his fingers part my lips - he ran his tongue up my pussy. I couldn’t help but gasp. He pushed his tongue into my delicate folds - licking slowly and steadily up my wet pussy. \n\nA wordless moan escaped my mouth as I let my head roll back. \n\nHis tongue moved up my pussy until he found my clit. He teased it with the tip of his tongue - so gently - so soft. Then sucked it into his mouth. \n\nI gasped at the raw pleasure of it - running a hand through his hair - pulling his head closer to me. \n\nHe was licking faster. My hips were gyrating on their own accord. I had both of my hand on his head - pulling him in tight - as I moaned. \n\n“Faster!” I whispered. \n\nHe obeyed like the good boy that he is. His tongue flicking fast and furious. Getting and endless string of moans from me. \n\n“Yes! Yes! Oh Fuck! Right there!” I yelled as he found just the right place and pace. “Oh - oh - oooooh - FUCK!” I came as he sucked on my clit. Came harder than I have in years.\n\nHe didn’t stop. \n\nI couldn’t take any more - pushing his away - as I panted. \n\nHe took a deep breath and gently blew on my wet pussy - sending goose bumps up and down my spine. \n\nHe sat back on his heels - a big smile on his face. His mouth wet with my juices. \n\n“Thank you, that will be all,” the doctor said. \n\nHe gently pulled my skirt down over my knees and gave me a wink. He stood up - his underwear doing nothing to hide the massive bulge of his hard cock. He walked out the door. \n\n“Next week I think we should devote the entire session to Ken therapy. Maybe more oral. Maybe try out a few positions *you* want to try that Steve isn’t interested in. Sound like a plan?” The doctor asked. \n\nI was still lost in the glow of my orgasm. I just nodded and agreed."
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"content": "Author's note: I couldn't figure out how to do everything quickly, so I've just written a brief intro here. I might consider continuing this story if it recieves some attention.\n\n.\n\nThe University orientation was nothing special. It consisted of pretty much the norm; a guided tour, some basic ice-breakers, and finally a dreary speech by the school principal. \n\n\"...and thank you, everyone.\" With that, the speech was over. Edris, one of many new students, yawned and laid back in his chair. _Finally, we're done,_ he thought. He'd never been very interested in school spirit or inspirational speeches, but now, at least, they could go home.\n\nEdris was wrong.\n\nAfter their portly principal walked off the stage, another female figure replaced his position at the stadium. _oohs_ and _aahs_ abounded at the sight of the figure, and for good cause; she was absolutely stunning. The woman had a thick, curvy figure, donning a skimpy one-piece dress that showed off her ample cleavage and hugged her dumptruck ass. Adris blushed at the sight of her, as did many others. The woman's words, however, were even more jarring than her volutous body.\n\n\"How much do you know about sex?\"\n\nThe room fell silent. Edris blushed even more, and just at the mention of the topic, he could feel his cock stiffening in his pants.\n\nThe woman laughed, dispelling some of the tension. \"Ahaha, my apologies - I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Amelia Berdons. You may call me Amelia, and I,\" she pointed to herself, \"am the director of this school's sex education course.\"\n\nMurmurs rippled throughout the room. _Sex education? Does that mean we'll be learning biology?_ Some students laughed softly, immediately assuming that this was a normal educational course just like any other. Edris, however, felt differently; something was...different this time.\n\nAmelia confirmed his suspicions. \"No,\" she interrupted, \"this is not a normal, _boring_ course. In my course, you kids will be learning how to have sex.\" \n\nGasps sounded, and while a few students still refused to believe, the rest simply nodded their heads. Everyone had heard the rumours: that this university would be trying something new, as part of the government's \"reproduction policy\". Even something as unusual as a sex education course was not, thus, that unexpected.\n\n_To be honest,_ Edris thought, _most students are still probably virgins. In that sense, I suppose a course like this would be helpful._ Still, he was a little surprised, but managed to push on. He hadn't gotten into such a prestigious university by luck, after all.\n\nThe rest of Amelia's speech went by quickly. Aside from the bombastic introduction, she mainly talked about the usual things. Summarised quickly, the sex education course was created in response to a glaring problem: men were woefully terrible at sex. Amelia had pulled out a number of graphs and pie charts, illustrating the staggering gap in the frequencies of male vs female orgasms.\n\n\"Because of this,\" she declared, \"this course will focus on making male students more skilled in sex, and thus better able to make female partners cum.\" It was a daring declaration.\n\n\"And now,\" she said, \"for the practical.\" \n\nBefore anyone could react, Amelia grasped her clothing, then ripped it off her body in one smooth motion. Her clothing tore instantly, exposing her volutous figure to the whole room. Edris couldn't help but stare, even as his cock turned rock hard in his pants. Amelia had massive, teardrop breasts, which jiggled enticingly whenever she moved. Her ass hung out glaringly, and her fat ass cheeks gleamed in the harsh artificial lighting. From her front, her bare, shaved pussy was fully exposed, slightly wet already.\n\nAmelia grinned. \"Let's have a test, shall we? How about this: the first person to make me cum, male or female, passes this course immediately.\"\n\nAs expected, the whole room froze, too awkward to do anything. Edris broke his gaze long enough to see numerous other students admiring Amelia's body, their eyes carving holes in her tits and boring into her pussy. A number of them were noticably aroused, some female students blushing furiously even as they stuck their hands down their skirts. Finally, after a moment's hesitation, one boy stood up to volunteer. \"Hell,\" he grinned, \"a free pass? I'll take it!\"\n\nEdris eyed the boy as he walked down the steps, standing in front of Amelia boldly. He'd heard of him before - Danny Ritchman, a notorious playboy who'd slept with dozens of girls before. _If it's him,_ he thought, _he could surely make her cum._\n\nDanny wasted no time, stripping off his clothes. His toned, muscular body stood just shorter than Amelia's, and his dick - seven inches long, at least - stood fully erect.\n\nAmelia raised her eyebrows. \"Quite a specimen you've got there, Mr. Ritchman. Very well - let's see what you've got.\" She pushed the podium aside, sitting down on the swivel chair, and spread her legs wide apart. With two fingers, she spread her pussy apart, exposing the wet, pink flesh within. \"What are you waiting for? Put in in.\"\n\nDanny thrust into her without any hesitation. Edris watched in amazement as they fucked, moving their hips back and forth regularly. Danny was clearly used to this - his movements were furious and energetic, sparing no effort as he railed Amelia with his girthy cock. His grunts echoed throughout the room, his cock spearing Amelia's pussy balls-deep.\n\nOne problem, however - Amelia wasn't reacting at all. She simply sat there, amused, as Danny thrust harder and faster. Already he seemed to be reaching his limit, his body trembling, his movements slowing down. With one last thrust, Danny groaned loudly, then came all over Amelia's stomach and tits. Amelia, in response, did nothing; she simply sat there as Danny pulled out, then clumsily put on his clothes and returned to his seat.\n\n\"Now,\" Amelia said, \"do you see the problem? You kids pay zero - _zero_ attention to the needs of the other person. Shameful, really.\" Still naked, she traced her body with one finger, caressing her silky skin with a gentle touch. \"There are so many avenues of orgasm - nipples, clit, mouth, skin, and so many more. Infinite tools at your disposal, and you choose only to misuse one: the pussy.\"\n\nAmelia stood up. \"This problem is exactly what you need to fix. This Sex Education Course - SECS, for short - will thus educate you on every part of a woman's body, tools of pleasure, execution, and numerous other methods that can be used to make your partner cum.\" Flashing one last seductive smile, she picked up her clothes and began to leave.\n\n\"See you next lesson!\""
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"content": "Anya shook, as Cerise's tentacle-like tongue explored her folds, lathering the mage's privates in her special blend of substances, turning it even more sensitive and pleasurable than normal, with the side effect of temporarily cooking the adventurer's mind in pure lust. Her engorged clitoris was being touched and massaged by Discord's huge claws, the Quetzalcoatl also acting as her bed- her large, round chest serving as Anya's pillows, and the soft, fluffy feathers acting as a cushion from her otherwise rock-like abdominals. Her soft, smooth, and deep voice slid in between the waves of pleasure, only adding to their presence with each sound. \n\nAnya's own abdomen and pectorals were being pleased and squeezed by the last member of their orgy; a pink slime named Quen. The gelatinous mass expertly manipulated her muscles, ridding her of any knots or tension. The scent of flowers filled her mouth, as Quen slid a tendril between the adventurer's chapped lips. \n\nAnya came, the tantric energy filling the air. She panted, as her brain rebooted from the pleasure. Quen shivered, as her own core was brought to orgasm by it. The other two reacted in much the same way moments later, with Quen covering Anya's delicate body from the coiling whip of Discord's tail. \n\n\"S... sho... sho *goooodddd*,\" Anya slurred once her mind reformed enough to make words once more.\n\n\"Do you want some more, little mage?\" Discord asked, wrapping herself around Cerise- who herself had wrapped her tentacles around Anya.\n\n\"N-no... gnoooo more... can't....\" Quen shushed the human, squeezing in between the other two. \n\n\"*There there my love,*\" she said, \"*You can sleep. We will all be here when you wake up.*\"\n\nThe mage's persistence was weathered down by the barrage of soft kisses she received. Once she was comfortably awake, Discord sat up, careful not to disturb her precious cargo. She crossed the dungeon, carrying her wife, Quen, and Cerise in her strong arms. The aura of all three Boss monsters in one place caused the rest of the monster girls to scatter, up until they reached their home. Their home was a grandiose thing, more of a palace, built to fit Discord's own impressive stature. It was dug out of the dungeon wall, a bastion of safety in the otherwise inhospitable dungeon. The bedroom especially was a marvel of magic and engineering, to make it as comfortable for everyone as possible. \n\nThe bed, stuffed with Discord's own feathers, was sunken into the floor. It took up most of the room, to allow Cerise to spread out as wide as she wanted. Despite appearances, the Kraken was the largest of Anya's wives, when her tentacles were taken into account. \n\nSpeaking of the humidity was set at 76% exactly- any higher than that would be unbearable for Discord and Anya, and any lower would lead to Cerise drying out. \n\nWordlessly, the girls started on their pre-night checklist- Discord would doublecheck the magic runes, while Cerise and Quen washed their wife and themselves off in the tub. Discord would come last, as her thick coat of feathers was hard to clean. \n\nThen, they would all go to bed, all wrapped around each other, with their wife at the center. \n\n​\n\nIt was complicated to figure it out at first- but a monstergirl's love for their wife made them accomplish great things."
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"content": "Veronica stepped slowly into the room, her large, black bat wings vanishing into two tattoos on her pale white shoulder blades. The goth half succubus half elf smiled, a hint of languid mischief playing across her dark ruby lips. She ran a hand through her long, Raven hair her fingers playing across the spots where her smoothly curved golden horns parted it.\n\n\"Well, here you are again...\" Her voice was velvety and smooth. She was tall. She would have been at least 6 ft tall even if her digit grade feet didn't give her a natural high heel walk, and as she was, she was at least 6'5, her feet essentially natural 5-in heels. She would have been taller than Eric, even if Eric weren't tied to the bed...\n\nHis eyes were glued to every jiggle of her massive, melon like tits, as she stripped out of her bra. Her heavy breasts swayed heavily with her every motion. Her long, lean body had a distinct hourglass shape, her trim and smooth tummy flaring out into her wide, rolling hips. He watched her long, thick, shapely thighs, as she stepped ever closer towards him. Nearing the bed, reached down and took his naked cock into her hand, gently stroking it.\n\n\"You know... You would have thought your girlfriend could be satisfied with 8 inches... That's more than enough, really. I'm quite the connoisseur myself, and I think that's more than enough to satisfy...\" She said, stroking his cunt with her silky, teasing and playing with the underside and the head with her delicate fingers. \"But here you are again!\"\n\nEric suddenly stammered, \"You know... If you think it's big enough, then maybe we don't have to do this? Maybe you could just say it's as big as it gets?\" He offered to, uncertain if he could endure another of Veronica's 'treatments'.\n\nShe smiled and shrugged. \"No... She's already promised to pay me. And she can get her hands on some absolutely prime reagents.\" She breathed a sigh and looked at his cock again. \"Besides, this is kind of fun...\" With that, She casually sat on the bed, laying down, and started to gently lick Eric's cock.\n\nThe succubus elf teased him with her tongue and lips, gently and wetly kissing along his leg, occasionally brushing her lips or tongue over his crown, blowing on his cock, and slowly, languidly stroking him with her hand. He was achingly hard in no time, but that only made her go *slower*. His iron hard cock was hot and heavy in her hand, and she seemed to enjoy taking her time with it. She clearly loved his taste, as she practically had to restrain herself from giving him Fuller licks or from taking him completely into her mouth and simply sucking him off in earnest.\n\nShe kept this up for what felt like ages, even as Eric started to buck and pull against his restraints. His futile efforts only earned another giggle from her. He begged and pleaded, but that only got more giggles still. She simply worshiped his cock with her lips and the tip of her tongue until he felt like he was near the bursting point. He was actually starting to leak a bit of pre-cum, which she eagerly laughed up, swallowing it with little hums of delight. The more meaningful smile crossed her lips though. This was the signal that it was time to move on to the next stage..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Due to last year's all out cheerleader orgy incident that tanked the university's reputation before the start of this year's football season the university's staff present to the cheerleaders their new uniform to be worn at all events going forward designed to stop any form of sex. | [
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"content": "Alright, here's my contribution since noone has posted a story yet. I got inspired by the prompt. Critique is welcome. Sorry for bad grammar, layout or spelling mistakes I'm not native English speaker. \nTags: hidden bondage, bondage with consent, chastity belt, chastity bra, adult cheerleaders\n\nUniversity's cheerleaders gathered in the women's changing rooms in preparation of their 1st practice session this year. There are few new women in the group who enrolled the team this year. Team's coach, a woman in her late 30's dressed in tracksuit enters carrying a sports bag. She puts it onto a bench and opens it. \n\n''Here are your new cheer leading uniforms.'' , she says to the women now eagerly gathering around her to see what will they wear. Coach reaches into the bag and reads 1st name on the paper in the plastic bag containing the whole uniform set. She calls out the head cheerleader Mabel Carter and hands her the bag. Then continues giving all other cheerleaders their uniforms. \n\n''Ya'll who were given the uniforms get dressed, I'll bring the rest of the uniforms now.'' ,the coach told the cheerleaders as she left.\n\nMabel had began dressing when she noticed something strange about her new uniform. The cloth felt heavier than expected and there were more pieces than she was used to. The new uniform consisted of vest, mini skirt, thigh high stockings, knee length athletic boots, opera length gloves, strange new underpants, even a new strange bra. Mabel dressed herself in her new uniform and helped the other women with dressing. After all women who were given their new uniforms were dressed the coach came back with another bag containing uniforms for the rest of the team. \n\nAfter all women was dressed the coach gave new orders, ''Now that all of you are dressed I will explain why are you wearing these new uniforms. After last year's all out cheerleader orgy most of you women here participated in, our university's reputation was ruined. So to restore any form of dignity to this team drastic measures were taken. While your uniforms still provide same degree of mobility as the old ones they also are designed to prevent the wearer from indulging in any form of sex. Now I will go to the shower area and call each of you separately to secure your uniforms closed.''\n\nMabel was 1st to be called into the showers area. The coach had placed some strange items on the above the ledge above communal sinks. 1st was a choker like item made of cloth. ''Before we go any further I will explain what these devices do.'' said coach to Mabel. ''This is magnetic lock band and will lock around your top's collar making it impossible for you to take it off. Same will be done to secure your skirt, boots, socks and gloves. Your new bra and your underwear have locking mechanism built in.'' She explained to Mabel. \n\n''Do you consent to condition you will wear these items and the following accessories listed here?'', coach asked Mabel and handed her a written consent form listing all the items and their purpose she will have to wear from now on if she wanted to stay a cheerleader. Mabel contemplated thoroughly and after realizing none of those items will have to be won outside of cheerleader activities she accepted the new conditions and gave her signature. \n\n''With that settled let's get to work.'' , said coach to Mabel and began fitting her with the new accessories. Coach checked each item if it was properly put on and then added the right band over each one. After all pieces of uniform were secured with bands coach picked up her new whistle, pointed it at Mabel and pressed a button on it. Mabel felt her new underwear and bra grow tighter. ''I have engaged all locks on your uniform including your bra and underpants. Now no piece can be taken off without permission. You are free to go back to the squad. I will now call in the rest of the squad one by one.'' , coach told Mabel.\n\nMabel came back to the squad and after all were securely locked in their new uniforms coach addressed the team again, ''It is wonderful to see nobody had quit the team. As you can now experience there are some changes being added to your uniforms. I will be the sole authority who will decide when you will be permitted to take off your uniforms. At later date you will be briefed on protocol regarding matches. As you may experience at the moment your crotch and breasts had gone completely numb by now. Your bra and underpants are equipped with numbing gel, this along with additional padding will eliminate any stimulation of those parts. Even after taking off your uniform those parts will be numb for a few hours as a side effect.'' , coach explained. ''Now to the technical part. Here's how your new uniform will stop your attempts at sexual intercourse. Penetration both vaginal and anal, good luck getting trough the underpants once they are locked, Mabel here has been testing this uniform all summer and not a single successful attempt was made. Handjobs, I wouldn't recommend it, outer layer of your gloves is made of fabric that's a skin irritant. No pleasure, only hours of itching. Footjob, your boots alone would make this difficult, even if you take them off the socks are made the same way as the gloves. Blowjob and pussy eating, currently possible, not so much in a week, I will make appointment with a dentist for your new braces. One they will be fitted your tongues will be restrained, I will be able to silence you on command and your saliva will numb any sexual organ it will come in contact with.'', the coach explained the squad their new predicament. \n\n''Now let's go to the field, we had spent enough time here.'' , coach ordered the squad as they walked out of the changing room onto the stadium. \n\n1 I may continue this."
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"content": "It was a normal hangout for the most part. Liam and Adelia had been friends for two years by then - having met in college, they hit it off immediately, chatting about various topics such as videogames, movies, and various other topics.\n\nThis session was initially the same; Amelia had come to Liam's flat this time, and were playing a racing game when Amelia raised the question.\n\n\"Hey, am I weird, or does cum taste _really_ good?\"\n\nLiam choked on his drink. A small spurt of soda flew from his mouth and onto the floor, staining the carpet. Inadvertently, in the moment of weakness, he was bypassed by Amelia and lost the race.\n\nAmelia burst into laughter. \"Ha!\" She cried, \"did you see the look on your face?\" Tears streamed down her face as she laughed, undoubtedly proud of her accomplishment.\n\nLiam was pissed. \"Hey! Don't do that, it's cheating!\" He grabbed onto Amelia's shoulder, and her eyes went wide. \"I'm serious.\" He growled. \"Don't.\"\n\nAmelia smirked at him. \"What'll you do if I don't?\" She laid back suddenly, and Liam lost his grip, falling on top of her with an audible oof. All of a sudden, he became aware of how her massive breasts were squished against his chest, and how close their faces were.\n\n\"You know,\" Amelia said, \"it was a serious question.\"\n\nUnwilling to back down, Liam hid his growing blush. \"Try me.\" \n\nAmelia grinned even wider. They got up, and she leaned in closer. \"I'll take up your deal.\" Then, before Liam could protest, she reached into his pants pulled down his boxers. Liam's cock spring free, already erect.\n\n\"Ooh, someone's excited.\" Amelia cooed, taking his cock in one hand. \n\nLiam blushed furiously, his heart pounding in his chest. \"Just get it over with.\"\n\nThen Amelia put it in her mouth.\n\nLiam gasped at the sensation. Amelia was _really, really good_ at giving blowjobs; she took his cock all the way into her mouth, licking and slurping around his shat to pleasure every inch. Her tongue flicked backa and forth against his glans, sending waves of pleasuring through his crotch. Her lips gripped his cock tightly as she bobbed her head up and down, thirsting his cock in and out of her mouth rapidly. She looked so sexy doing it, her face staring him in the eye even as she blew him, that he couldn't resist. Before long, Liam groaned, cumming into her waiting mouth.\n\n\"Well?\" Liam demanded, \"how was it?\" \n\nAmelia giggled. \"Look at you. Still so serious.\" She opened her mouth wide, and Liam was shocked to discover not a single drop of cum left in her mouth. \"Delicious.\""
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"content": "Kelly stripped off her lab scrubs, leaving her in just her black bra and panties. The plush and curvy redhead looked around pensively, making sure that there wasn't anyone in the lab. She'd already shut off the security monitors, but she still had to be careful. Kicking off her sneakers, she padded in her bare feet towards the experiment enclosure.\n\nThe redhead had hardly been in the simulated jungle-like setting or even a couple of minutes before a green tendrils shot out from the foliage and wrapped around her long legs, they are snake-like grip holding her by her thick, shapely thighs. She squealed in delight, as she was rapidly pulled towards the enclosure's pool.\n\nThick, phallic tentacles of alien origin, dark green and neither quite plant nor animal probed at her sex, poking at her smooth pussy underneath her satin panties, before other, more nimble appendages extended and swiped them from her. Her bra was stripped from her in similar fashion, leaving her plump but modest breasts free to the air.\n\nThe cock-like tentacle quickly invaded her sex, earning another moan from her, as she was held by the hips and turned over onto her back, tentacle scrapping her arms, as the main phallus started to fuck her. Ellie rolled her hips and tried not to moan too loudly, as she felt the cock thrust in and out of her, it's size almost more than she could handle but somehow perfectly satisfying. She felt a presence behind her, and the form of a beautiful woman with pale green skin seemed to be smiling down at her.\n\nThe experimental subject, nicknamed ivy, started to rub Ellie's clit, Ellie was quickly brought to What would have been a screaming climax, if ivy hadn't covered her mouth. The phallus inside of her erupted, and Ellie watched as her belly started to swell with cum, over a gallon of potent seed being pumped deep into her womb. Ivy stroked the redheads belly lovingly, as she inseminated her. The effects were immediate.\n\nEllie's modest breasts started to swell. Thin blue veins seemed to be visible underneath her skin, as her breasts prepared to fill with milk. They seem to be growing tighter, suddenly taking on a liquid weight, as milk started to well up inside of her.\n\nIvy herself brought one of her massive breasts to Ellie's face, and she thrust her nipple into the other girl's mouth. At the same time, Ivy's eyes were glowing, and Ellie felt a strange compulsion take hold of her. It was a feeling that had been in the back of her mind before, drawing her to the enclosure, but now it drew her to Ivy's nipple, she sucked, drawing a creamy reward from the bust of the other girl. Ivy's milk was rich and tasty, almost addictive, and Ellie gulped it down eagerly. Ellie's belly started to swell even more, as she drank and drank. Her body started to fatten up, absorbing the rich calories from her lovers milk with unnatural speed.\n\nEllie's breasts, already starting to swell with milk, now plumped up with new fat, growing and growing, swelling like water balloons, as Ellie gained weight. Her breasts rapidly grew to be nearly the size of her head, fighting for space on her chest and pressing up against each other, forming a deep cleavage even while she was nude. They seemed to be filling with even more milk, even as they grew larger, and her newly fattened tits looked like they could easily hold a gallon apiece, either being the size of a milk jug, Her areolas and nipples darkening, her nipples growing to the size of strawberries, and her formerly pale and flat areolas becoming bumpy. Ellie could feel the milk sloshing in her chest, as her tits filled up.\n\nThey weren't the part of her that grew though. Her hips widened, and her thighs thickened, making her much milfier than she had been when she came into the enclosure. Her previously just slightly plump butt was now a true dump truck, sticking out behind her like a pair of volleyballs, fitting her newly widened hips and thick thighs. Her hourglass shape became more pronounced, even as she continued to fatten, her pregnancy and the milk flowing into her belly both having dramatic effects on her figure. In addition to her womb being swollen, her tummy itself also took on a bit of womanly pudge.\n\nIvy seemed pleased with her handiwork, and she squeezed Ellie's new breasts, causing little spurts of milk to jet from the human girl's teats. He gave Ellie a pat on her soft, round new tummy, sending jiggles through her lovers plump and curvy body. Ellie moaned in contentment, her own hands now free, and she cupped her own swollen belly and breasts, basking in the warmth of her ripe figure and new pregnancy.\n\nJust then, the lab's main lights came on, and Dr Steven's voice came over the loud speakers. \"Ellie! Get out of that enclosure This minute!\" The older woman's voice was stern.\n\nEllie couldn't really fit back into her underwear, or even her scrubs for that matter, and she simply had a fire blanket draped over her, as she looked shame-facedly at the floor.\n\n\"Please explain to me why each of you have been sneaking into the experiments enclosure for this... 'quality time'?\" Dr Stevens asked, gripping the bridge of her nose and rolling her eyes.\n\nOn the other side of the room, were two more lab assistants. \n\nSandra had been tall and lanky before, but was now a bit of a beach bunny bombshell with rests that would have looked more at home on a hentai character. She was also sporting a noticeably pregnant belly. Her heavy blush and the way that she seemed to be openly caressing herself didn't convey even an ounce of shame so much as arousal and even pride in her new condition.\n\nAnd then there was the petite brunette who had rest the size of pumpkins and who seemed to be more belly than girl, so pregnant she could barely stand. That was Wayne. And Wayne had *been a boy* yesterday... She could only mumble and look away, her hands roaming over her massive pregnant tummy as well.\n\n\"I have no idea what I'm going to do with the lot of you...\" Dr Stevens started, but she wouldn't get a chance to figure it out, or even to finish her sentence, as a tendril snaked through an air vent and snatched her up dragging her into the bush..."
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"content": "I like my boobs. \n\nI didn’t always. \n\nI use to be very self conscious of them. Not because of their size or shape - they are a generous F cup - round and full yet still surprisingly perky. \n\nNo - because of my nipples. \n\nMy aerolas are a nice size and shape - little more than a silver dollar. It is the nipple - it is thick and long - almost an three quarters of an inch in length. They are like two pencils sticking straight out. My bras can squash and hide them but they are so sensitive that it is uncomfortable - so I rarely wear bras. There is absolutely no hiding them when I am excited - the are beckons - begging to be touched when I am excited. \n\nThere a something - addictive - exciting - tantalizing - about seeing people notice my nipples. We can be having a normal conversation, about the weather or what ever, and then my nipples get hard. They try to keep eye contact but they inevitably fail - they stare at my engorged nipples pressing on my shirt. \n\nIt is exciting and wrong and oh so fun. \n\n———————-\n\n“John? Is that you?” I say as I put a hand on his muscular forearm. \n\nHe turns around. He face lights up as he see my face. \n\n“I thought that was you,” I said with a smile. \n\n“Good to see you Karen,” he says. His big smile lights up his face. His eyes flick down to my top - lingering for a fraction of a second on my cleavage. \n\nIt is a Saturday morning and I am all about comfort as I get my morning coffee. My deep v neck t-shirt is struggling to keep my breasts contained. They are straining the shirt - the neck line is nothing but cleavage. The shirt is so soft that it is a weekend favourite. \n\nWe chat as we get our coffee. His eyes keep glancing at my breasts. I chuckle to myself - boob men can’t resist glancing. \n\nWe take our coffees and lean up against the counter top by the window. Neither of us take one of the high stools at the counter top - content to stand and talk. \n\nFlirting, I touch his forearm. Adjust his hair. Put a hand on his bicep. We keep inching closer and closer as we talk. \n\nHis knuckles gently graze my breast as he lifts his coffee cup. \n\nI bite my lip to stop from moaning. My poor nipples are so sensitive that even that gentle touch is enough to make me want more. \n\nHe has a sip of his coffee and then sets it back down. His knuckles rub my hardening nipple. He notices more friction on his knuckles and glances down. My nipple is threatening to tear through my shirt. It has wedged itself between his fingers. \n\nHe is mesmerized - staring at my long nipple wedged between his fingers. I keep talking like nothing has happened but I can see he doesn’t know what to do. \n\nI inwardly smile and take a deep breath. My nipple goes up and down his knuckles as I breath. He is tempted. He wants to touch it. He still hasn’t looked up. I lean in to tell him some juice piece of gossip - squishing my breast into his knuckles. \n\nHis eyes snap to mind - like a little boy caught with his hand in the cookie jar. He doesn’t move his hand though. I can see he still doesn’t know quite what to do. \n\nI put my hand on top of his. Moving it up and down slightly - making my long, hard nipple bounce over his knuckles. Just ever so slowly. It is almost imperceptible but I can see he knows exactly what I am doing. The bulge in his pants growing. \n\nI am not sure when we stopped talking - or drinking our coffees - but his eyes are flicking between my eyes and my nipple. I am biting my lip with wide eyes - trying so very hard not to moan. \n\nGod I want him to suck on my tits. \n\nI lean way in. I can tell he is staring down my shirt. His knuckles close tightly on my nipple - I let out a little gasp as I whisper in his ear, “I don’t want to be too forward - but you have gotten me all hot and bothered.” I nibble on his ear lobe. “I bet if you suck on my nipples that I will cum so unbelievably hard and fast. I think I want to know if I am right - would you like to make me cum, John?”\n\nHe nods his head silently. \n\n“Follow me to the bathroom,” I whisper. I don’t wait to see if he is following. I strut to the bathroom - my nipples hard and pushing at my poor shirt. \n\nI open the bathroom door and he is right behind me. I pull him in and lock the door behind us. \n\nHe turns - pinning me against the door - his hands are shaking as he pulls down on the neck of my shirt - revealing my big tits and my rock hard nipples. \n\nHe is playing with one with a hand as he kisses my right nipple. He is flicking it with his tongue. Swirling his tongue over it. It springs back up as his tongue bats it down over and over again. \n\nI am moaning and cooing as quietly as I can. Rubbing my hands through his hair - pulling him into my breast as his mouth and tongue dance over my nipple. \n\n“Oh fuck! That is good! Yeah!” I bite my lip - breathing fast and hard. “Huuuuuh! Ooooh! Fuck!” I cum hard and fast. I push him away. \n\n“That is a magic tongue you got there, John,” I say with a wicked grin. I pull my shirt up. This neck line is never going to spring back properly after being stretched out like that. “We should do coffee again. Real soon,” I say with a wink. \n\nI let myself out the bathroom and close the door behind me."
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"content": "\"Do you think he'll -mmm- come?\" Princess Amelia asked between moans.\n\nVertitalax pulled her mouth away from the princess's sex long enough to say, \"he had better. That strapping young lad is probably packing something fierce, and we are gonna have it all to ourselves.\"\n\nShe plunged back between the other woman's legs.\n\nThe princess groaned. \"Fuck, can you imagine the kind of manhood he is probably packing? It's always the petit ones that have the longest -oh gods above!\"\n\nHer lover, Vertitalax, was a dragon, shapeshifted into a beautiful woman. Though to spice up their evenings, she often kept some of her draconic features, namely her long prehensile tongue, which she was putting to use inside the princess.\n\nAmelia grabbed a fistful of the golden hair crowning Verti's head, pressing her lover deep into her pussy.\n\nA moan tore through her as she came.\n\n\"Fuck! Gods, fuck!\"\n\nSlithering out of Amelia, Verti crawled up the length of the plush bed, her gorgeous breasts swaying gently eith her movements, coming a hair's width from Amelia's sensitive skin.\n\nThe dragon collided with Amelia's gasping mouth, pulling her into a kiss to steal the rest of her breath. Amelia grappled around her lover's naked form, legs wrapping around to keep her from leaving. The tongue that had moments ago tasted Amelia'a fruit now explored her mouth, the remnants of her orgasm still fresh.\n\nVertitalax pulled away just enough to let Amelia take gulping breaths of air. \"You tasted so sweet my darling.\"\n\n\"And you taste like sweat and fire, my stars,\" Amelia said. \"So how are we going to convince the young lad to stay with us?\"\n\n\"Well, I imagine he's not gonna say no to these,\" Verti said, grabbing her breasts. \"Not to mention when I show him you, all naked and delicious.\"\n\nAmelia blushed. Her hand absently snaked down between Verti's legs where it played with the dragon's pussy. It was partially covered in her golden scales, a fun little addition they ended up loving in their sessions of passion.\n\n\"But won't the poor thing think there is some illusion or magic trying to trick him? The poor thing is painfully suspicious.\"\n\nVerti sighed in pleasure as she spoke. \"Don't worry, while I was gone just after I dropped you off, I slipped into town disguised as a magic trinkets peddler. I sold him a fake amulet that would ward away illusions. He'll believe it long enough for us to convince him.\"\n\n\"You're devious, V.\" Amelia grinned, slipping a finger into Vertitalax's nethers.\n\n\"Not to mention, I can track that amulet, so I know when he's on his way. We still have sometime, I think you owe me some satisfaction.\"\n\nVertitalax slipped from Amelia's grip. Kneeling in front of the princess on the bed, the dragon held her hands in front of her. The flesh of her human form glowed, coalescing around her entrance. A moment later, where once was a bescaled womanhood now sprouted an equally scaled manhood.\n\nAmelia gasped in delight, sitting up to behold better.\n\nSlipping a hand behind the princess's head, the dragon brought the enormous cock to her royal lips, which parted to accept the gift. Where it not for the magical aspect of the member, the princess could not hope to fit it in her mouth. But as it was, she devoured it whole, letting it pass deep into her throat without so much as a gag.\n\nVerti used the princess's throat to coat her cock liberally in anticipation. Satisfied with a job well down, the dragon unsheathed herself from Amelia's throat.\n\nPushing the princess back down to the bed, the dragon picked the princess up by the pelvis, lifting up to meet the long member. One hand guided the serpent to the princess's entrance.\n\nOnce the tip successfully slipped inside, Vertitalax grabbed the princess by the pelvis and thrusted.\n\nJust has with her throat, Amelia wouldn't have handled the dragon's cock with magic. This time the weapon buried itself deep inside the princess, earning a guttural moan. The princess's tummy bulged with the cock, the shape of its girth reaching nearly to the bottom of her breasts inside her.\n\nAmelia's face was a delighted grin. She always loved being filled by Verti's girlcock, the magic letting her feel so much more than any normal cock. Hopefully Verti could do this to the hero's member, then the dragon could feel what it was like.\n\nThey stayed there for a long moment, enjoying the feeling of each other. The princess clamped around the dragon's girlcock, the dragon buried balls deep inside the princess.\n\nThen Vertitalax the dragon reared back and fucked the princess. It was long savage thrusts, merciless in their hunger. Princess Amelia, craved it, wanting naught else in the entire kingdom save for this dragon's magic girlcock shoved so far inside her pussy, she felt it in her heart, almost literally.\n\nAs they fucked, moans and screams and gasps filled the bedchamber, bouncing off the basalt walls and echoing down the halls of Vertitalax's lair. Amelia's vocabularly dwindled to just a handful of words, mostly variants of \"fuck!\" And \"more!\" And \"gods yes!\"\n\nMagic swirled around them as they fucked, attracted to the shear force of will the dragon was emanating. The two lovers began hovering off the bed. Taking advantage of the evolving situation, Vertitalax pulled the princess's face up to meet hers. The dragon's long tongue took long draws up the princess's body, swirling around her breasts, lapping across her neck and ending at Amelia's face. All the while she never stopped thrusting. More licks and thrusts followed, and eventually Vertitalax pressed the overstimulated princess into a kiss.\n\nOnce more, the dragon's tongue slipped deep into Amelia's mouth, exploring her throat and farther.\n\nIt was all too much for Amelia. Her body seized and convulsed. The building pleasure between her legs couldn't be kept at bay. It exploded forth around the dragon's girlcock, a shower of affection spraying the lovers and the bedsheets below. Feeding off of the orgasm from the princess, Vertitalax came, gushing load after load of sticky dragon girlcum deep inside Amelia.\n\nThe princess's tummy filled with cum, distending as it grew to accomodate the huge amount of magical cum spurting from her lover. But there was too much. Amelia gagged and coughed, sending excess cum flying all over her and Vertitalax. \n\nThe dragon grinned, her own semen covering her face. She pulled the princess into a cum flavored kiss, cock still deep inside her lover.\n\nAs they floated back down to the drenched bedding, the pulled apart just enough. \"You think that young lad will be able to handle us?\"\n\nVertitalax smiled. \"I sure hope so, he's headed here right now.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The monster girls are on the prowl tonight, looking for mates to… well, what else? | [
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"content": "Living in a town filled with supernatural phenomena, I'd grown up used to all kinds of unexplainable occurrences. Haunted houses, malevolent spirits, even the occasional skeleton - I'd seen it all before.\n\nWell, I thought so, at least.\n\nThere was one rule, growing up, that had always piqued my interest: never go out of the house after 9p.m. It was a rather strict rule, but even then, considering all the horros lurking in the dark, I found it reasonable enough.\n\nThen one night, after a long party filled with booze and music, I suddenly realised that it was already midnight - far past the curfew my parents always set for me. Damien, the host of the party, offered to drive me back, but I refused; after all, what was the worst that could happen?\n\nOh boy, was that a mistake.\n\nThe first thing I noticed walking home was the unnatural chill. Now, I wasn't completely stupid; situation like that, it's almost 100% a ghost on your shoulder. The thing was, as a local ghosthunter, I was rather overconfident of my ability to handle a spirit or two. Thus, despite the cold feeling creeping down my spine, I continued walking as if nothing was happening.\n\nThen the hottest female ghost I'd ever seen appeared before me. I've seen some smoking hot women in the long years of my life, but believe me when I saw that none of them could ever compare to her.\n\nThis woman, standing at a modest 5'8, was absolutely _stacked_. She had massive, perky breasts that were at least E-cups. Her ass was plump and nicely shaped, gleaming in the sapphire moonlight. Her clothing consisted of an old-fashioned victorian nightgown, stretching from her shoulders down to her ankles. In typical ghost fashion, her nightgown was completely translucent; I could clearly see the outline of her volutous body through the thin fabric, including her pink, erect nipples and clean shaven pussy.\n\nMy dick turned rock hard instantly. Normally I ignored any ghosts I encountered. I tried to suppress my boner as I walked past, hoping not to bother her. Instead, the ghost grasped my arm firmly, and I turned towards her nervously even as an unnatural chill spread throughout my body.\n\nContrary to my expectations, she seemed amused(most ghosts were rather malevolent, see). \"You look like you need some help down there.\" She pursed her red lips in a seductive grin, and I couldn't help but nod in response. \n\nThe next few moments happened in a flash. The ghost knelt down. I felt her caress by cock through my boxers, her hand rubbing it back and forth through the thin fabric. Then she pulled down my boxers, allowing my cock to spring out fully erect. Her eyes gleamed at the sight; then, grasping my cock, she began licking.\n\nLet me tell you: ghosts give amazing blowjobs.\n\nHer tongue seemed to have a mind of its own. Her tongue licked all around my tip, tracing the outline of my head and flicking back and forth over my glans. Despite the cold, pleasure radiated throughout my crotch, and my mind was instantly lost in a haze of sinful ecstacy. Already, precum was leaking out of my tip; the ghost lapped it up eagerly, caressing my cock with an expert touch.\n\nIt felt even better when she took it all into her mouth. I watched as she swallowed my dick balls deep, the tip of my erect cock hitting the back of her mouth. She sucked my cock expertly, her head bobbing back and forth, her lips grasping my cock tightly as I face fucked her. Inside, her wet tongue slathered over my dick, tasting every inch of my sensitive skin and licking back and forth with ruthless vigour. Ever part of my cock was teased and pleasured as she sucked me off, and it wasn't long before I reached my limit. My body tensed up; I came in her mouth, shooting semen straight into her throat. She didn't resist, eagerly swallowing ever drop of my cum.\n\nI pulled out, and despite having cum so much already, I was still rock hard. The ghost noticed; her eyes gleamed at the sight, and the corners of her mouth turned towards in a wicked smile.\n\n\"I don't think that's enough for either of us.\" She said, her voice dripping with honeyed lust. Before I could respond, her clothes disappeared. Her curvy body was naked, and I became even more aroused at the sight of her full breasts and erect nipples. Her pussy was dripping wet already; floating in the air, as ghosts do, she spread her legs wide, fully exposing her pussy to me.\n\n\"Fuck me.\" She instructed.\n\nI obeyed.\n\nI thrust my cock into her waiting pussy. For a ghost, she was incredibly tight, and her pussy lips gripped my cock tightly as I thrust in and out. Her cunt felt wet and pleasurable, and inserting even just the tip felt amazing, waves of pleasure radiating from my cock and engulfing my entire body. The ghost was moaning softly; one hand reached downwards, and she fingered her cunt as I fucked her, making soft sounds of pleasure as I fucked her. Gradually, our speed increased, and I fucked her faster and faster with a wet _schlick_ sound. Her tits were jiggling wildly as we fucked, her moans growing louder and louder. It felt like nothing I had ever experienced before; my mind was lost in a haze of primal pleasure, and my hips rocked backa and forth of their own violition. Even as she got more aroused, her pussy got even tighter, squeezing my cock and milking it desperately as I speared her body. Then, with a loud cry, her translucent body trembled, and she came all over my cock.\n\nThe ghost was panting, seemingly satisfied, but I was different. \"I'm not done yet,\" I growled. I grabbed her ass, eliciting a surprised yelp, and flipped her over, her ass in the air and fully visible to me. \"This is better.\"\n\nThen I thrust into her again, my cock balls deep in her tight pussy. This time, I was ruthless, pounding her cunt fast and deep. The ghost gasped in pleasure each time my cock went in, and I could feel her pussy convulsing around my cock, still sensitive from her first orgasm. It felt even better from this position, and I fucked her with renewed vigour, making sure to insert my dick all the way with each thrust. Her body was trembling as I fucked her. Her pussy juices leaked freely, dripping onto my cock and onto the floor, her hips shaking and convulsing even as I pumped her full of primal lust. Her moans grew louder, more frantic, until she let out one last pleasured scream.\n\n\"I'm cumming! Oh god, I'm cumming!\" She gasped. Her body tensed up for a second time, and her entire pussy clamped down on my cock as she came with a loud cry. Unable to withstand the pleasure, I finally came as well. Ropes of cum shot out from my dick, pumping her cold womb full of hot, sticky semen. I came far more than I ever had in my life; my cum filled up her pussy and finally overflowed, dripping out from her raw cunt.\n\nThe ghost collapsed on the ground. Her body was covered in sweat, and her massive tits were coated with white sticky cum dripping out of her mouth. She looked exhausted, fully used up as a disposable cum dump from both holes. \"For a human, you're...not bad.\" The ghost gasped out. \"It's been so long since I fucked. Thank you...truly.\"\n\nI flashed a charming grin in response. \"No problem. I'm looking forwards to next time, too.\"\n\nLittle did I know, my night was only just beginning..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: It’s Christmas morning, and you opened your door to see your cousin, in nothing but a ribbon. She pounces on you in the doorway. | [
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"content": "Author's note: So, I actually wrote like 3/4 of this story before accidentally deleting it. Cheers to version 2, I guess. Enjoy!\n\n.\n\nI've never really looked forward to Christmas. Mainly, it's because I'm a chronic loner, and while others are out partying with friends and family, I'm at home watching shitty horror movies. It's the kind of lifestyle that nobody wants, but - let's face it - most of us have.\n\nNow, I'm not a particularly unfit person. I got it he gym twice or thrice a week, so I'm relatively fit. Today, though, I plan on staying home ND doing nothing at all - a small concession to the holiday spirit.\n\nI'm awoken by the chime of the doorbell. My eyebrows furrow in confusion - did I order any pizza? Surely not, considering the massive stash I have hoarded in my fridge. Groggily, I get out of bed, putting on some clothes and walking to the front door. I grasp the doorknob and pull, only to see...my cousin, Scarlet, standing at the front door.\n\nLet me give a little background. At 22 years old - just one year younger than me - Scarlet has a petite, curvy body that reveals the heavily edited women in _Playboy_ magazines. She has massive, perky breasts, a shapely ass, and pale skin that gleams brilliantly whenever she's out in the sun. Her facial features are both delicate and beautiful, with red, ruby lips and sapphire eyes so piercing they could stads into your soul.\n\nNotably, this time, Scarlet is also completely naked.\n\nWell, not completely - she's dressed in what looks like a single, tiny red ribbon, wrapped around her body so that it just barely covers her privates. Everything else - and I mean everything - is completely exposed. Her ample breasts are completely bare, her erect nipples clearly visible through the thin fabric. Her wide hips and ass are also exposed, and the ribbon doesn't even cover her crotch, wedged between the folds of her pussy to show off her pink labia and erect clitoris. Every part of her smooth, pale skin is fully naked, and she looks almost heavenly in the winter sunshine.\n\nMy breath stops in my throat. \"Scarlet, w...what are you doing?\" I watch in horror as she smirks devilishly, walking up to my position and swaying her hips hypnotically as she does so. Then she presses her body against mine, our faces so close that our lips are practically touching.\n\n\"What does it look like I'm doing?\" Scarlet smirks again. I can feel her breasts squished against my chest, impossibly soft like a pillow. Her arms encircle my body, pulling our bodies even closer, her hands gently caressing my back. I can feel her thighs brushing against my leg, and my vision narrows, focusing only on the heavenly sight of her exposed cleavage. \n\n\"I'm your present, of course.\"\n\nThen Scarlet kisses me. Her soft lips are pressed hard against mine. We stumbled past the doorway, and I barely manage to stabilize myself against a wall. Her tongue forces it's way into my mouth; I can feel her tasting me, greedily exploring ever inch of inner lips and slurping up my saliva. Scarlet tastes sweet; I reciprocate immediately, and our tongues intertwined, dancing in each other's mouths.\n\n(Cont. In replies)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A day in the life on a fantastical porn set | [
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"content": "[Part 1/??]\n\nThe rhythmic slap of flesh echoed off the stone walls alongside the sonorous sound of feminine moans. The dank stone walls were adorned by shackles and chains, a heavy wooden door the only exit. In the center if the room were six figures. Three tall orcs stood proud and strong. Their bodies bare, revealing bulging, corded muscle and thick, vascular elections.\n\nThey stood over a trio of smaller women, two tiefling and an elf. Each woman's naked body glistened in the light from a thin layer of sweat. Their bare necks adorned by heavy steel collars. The first tiefling, her dark purple hair falling away from her upturned face as she tried and failed to keep the pool of semen from pouring out of her mouth, helplessly groaning as she felt it slide doennher chin and into the valley of her lovely pale blue breasts. One of the orcs approached her, placing his hand on the back of her head and his cock standing right against the front of her throat. \"Do not waste a drop. You'll be licking up anything you lose, whore.\"\n\nBeside them, the elf wa in a very similar situation. Her own load was much smaller, yet still filled her upturned mouth. She shifted against the ropes holding her arms tight behind her back, and cast an anxious glance at the pale blue tiefling beside her. Their shoulders pressed together. A menacing growl from.their captor spurred the elf again, and she continued swirling her tongue in the cocktail of come in her mouth.\n\nThe last of the trio, another tiefling, was still having her mouth fucked by the final orc. She was a darker tone than her infernal companion. Closer to a cobalt shade. Her body was lithe and fit, built for combat rather than pleasure, but that was incongruous with her current position. As the last orc wrapped his hand in her black hair, and his thrusts forced come out of her mouth, falling over her heavy breasts and the set of small silver barbells in her nipples. Finally, she too was granted her \"reward\" as he thrust in and held himself there. Slowly he pushed her off, the tiefling tilting her head back until she too was exposing her depraved meal of fresh, warm orc seed. Her face a mess of saliva and semen between her pupilless blue eyes.\n\nOne of the orcs chuckled. His cock connected by a trail of come to the darker tiefling's face like some lewd leash. \"These three are getting the hang of it. I think they're ready.\"\n\nThe orc by the lighter tiefling smacked his wet cock against her cheek, causing a bit more to spill out onto her breasts. \"This one and the elf will make good stock. I say we bring them to the barracks. Let the general take his pick, and the other can satisfy the troops.\"\n\nThe last orc chuckled, \"And this one... she seems to know what she's doing. She'll go... she'll go uh...\" the orc looked around a moment, \"um... line!\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT]Chivalry brings to mind images of romance, though in this land, knights bring their ladies and gents not to simply cheer them on, but as prizes. When two knights enter combat, the stakes are high. Win in combat and you win the right to use your defeated foe's love for your "satisfaction." | [
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"content": "Dame Chloe Silverwind charged forward, capitalizing on her momentum. The dark-haired half elf was as quick on her feet as she was with her blade, she moved like a dancer, as she made strike after strike against Sir Owen of Lakeshore. The human wasn't nearly as quick as her, and he struggled to parry her lightning fast blade strikes.\n\n\"You've got him, Chloe!\" Lady Aurelia Brightflame laughed, raising her hands in a cheer, her long, Ruby red hair whipping behind her as she tracked the fight with her gaze. \"Just do it like last time!\" She called out, eager to see her champion and lover chalk up another victory. \n\nLady Alice Whiterose seemed to look on pensively, at that last comment, seeming suddenly more keenly interested in the fight.\n\n\"I think his lady love is looking forward to another taste of that pleasure spell!\" Aurelia called out.\n\nAlice had been reduced to a moaning mess by Chloe's Shadow magical and phantom toys, after the last duel. a blush passed over her cheeks, as the red-haired elf called the result of that last fight back to mind. These fights weren't just for honor... They were also for the honor of getting to have your way with your opponent's lover if you won. The raven-haired half-elf and her redhead full elven lover seemed to take special delight in making Alice squeal when they'd last won, And she still hadn't managed to live down the embarrassment, even if the memory still made her womanhood tingle... She shook her head, dismissing the thought. After all, Owen had been training hard, and he had an ace up his sleeve...\n\nOwen was obviously on his back foot, still just barely keeping Chloe's blade away from him. She went in for the kill, making a tiny gesture with her free, empty hand, she suddenly seemed to bloom with color, and she split into two images of herself, one in front of Owen, and the other behind! She struck with her blade, but she didn't see Owen twist open a compartment on his scabbard!\n\nA small mirrored ring was revealed, and suddenly both Chloe and her mirror image bloomed even brighter, both flashing blinding white, Her illusory image winking out of existence, and Chloe herself being briefly blinded by the flash. Owen quickly whipped around and nicked Chloe's upper arm with his sword. He drew back, keeping his guard up, as she struggled to regain her sight.\n\n\"I have you!\" He called out, gesturing towards Chloe's arm.\n\nHer eyes only regaining focus, she glanced down at her sleeve... Red. First blood. She'd lost!\n\n\"Wait... What?\" Aurelia asked, confusion play again across her delicate features. Having been further away from the flash, she'd never been blinded by it, but she was certainly stunned to have seen Chloe lose. Chloe had never lost a duel and as long as they've known each other!\n\nChloe herself pushed through her own sense of disorientation to piece together what it just happened... She pouted briefly, but then she smiled, extending an empty hand towards Owen. \"I can't believe you hit a banishing mirror and you're scabbard. And I can't believe I fell for it...\"\n\n\"I can't believe it either!\" He said, clasping her hand and shaking it. \"I wasn't sure I could pull it off, not when it counted, but it was the main reason I asked for a rematch! That, and Alice insisted. Seems her pride was smarting even more than mine after that last fight...\"\n\nChloe smirked and cast a glance over her shoulder at the blonde Noble woman. \"Really? If I left anything on you sore, I wouldn't have expected it to be your *pride*...\"\n\nAlice blushed furiously, remembering how the half elf had used Shadow magic to bind her with living ribbons... How she'd used that same brand of accursed illusory magic to craft herself a glowing phantom cock... One that had felt entirely too real... She felt her quim start to quiver, and she blushed even harder, before she angrily shook her head and glared at Dame Chloe. \"Never you mind any of that! My champion has a prize to claim! Your dear lady friend there.\" Urgently drawing attention away from herself, She pointed insistently at Aurelia.\n\nThe flame-haired elf brought a hand to her ample chest. \"Me... Well, I suppose we did agree to the terms of the duel...\" She cast her gaze to Chloe, and seeing only a half smile and a shrug from her lover, she looked to Sir Owen. His rakish smile spoke volumes, and Aurelia found herself sizing up his tall, sturdy frame. He was tan, dark-haired, and muscular, his dueling clothes doing little to hide the fit and lean physique beneath. He was well taller than either her or Chloe, and Aurelia herself was actually quite tall.\n\nOwen started to cross the forest clearing, long strides bringing him closer to Aurelia, moving quickly, even as he affected a swagger. \"My good lady is right. I do have a prize to claim...\" \n\nChloe followed slightly behind him, throwing her head back in disbelief, even as she gave a reassuring look to her girlfriend.\n\nAurelia herself just blushed, as Owen came within arms reach of her, and she curtseyed Her low cut dress exposing the upper house of her large breasts and the deep valley of her cleavage, as she bent at the waist. \"Well, let me... Make things ready for us,\" She said. You don't seem to have much magical acumen on your own, and I must admit, we didn't exactly come prepared to... Lose.\"\n\nIndeed. Chloe had assured her that victory was all but a sure thing, and so, neither she nor Aurelia have given much thought to bringing a pavilion tent or something. But at least that was no matter. \n\nClosing her eyes and bringing her palms together, Aurelia focused her magic, gesturing outward toward the space on the ground, a luminous line forming a square around herself and Owen. The forest floor itself seemed to glow, and bits of light rose up from it like climbing embers. The energy coalesced into a grand carpet covered in numerous cushions. Aurelia opened her eyes enough to see how the spell was coming, and then she started to gesture higher in the air around herself.\n\n\"No tent!\" Alice called out. \"I didn't get a tent. You don't get a tent! I get to see!\" She tried to keep too much indignance from her voice, but she soon noticed that everyone was staring at her. Her face turning a bit beet red, she mumbled. \"I have to witness that everything is above board, obviously. So you don't get to make a tent...\" She turned her Head to the side and hit her face behind a fan.\n\nChloe smirked, shrugging her shoulders and shaking her head, casting an amused gaze at Aurelia through the dark bangs of her own short hair.\n\nAurelia shrugged in turn, gamely accepting the terms Alice seemed to insist on. \"Very well. No tent then. We shall consummate your victory before the spirits of the wood...\" She said, as Owen suppressed a chuckle.\n\n\"Before the spirits of the wood and before Lady Alice Whiterose.\" He offered.\n\nAurelia giggled slightly, blushing and turning her head away.\n\nOwen interjected. \"I'm afraid I must decree that no elves may wear clothing within this space,\" He said, gesturing to the bounds of the large carpet."
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"content": "Going to retry a prompt I made for a different [PM], since it didn't get a story there:\n\nMy muscular tomboy wife is a bit of a mad scientist with the ability (and obsession) of being able to modify people's bodies. \n\nWell her former bullies from her highschool years just came into town and she decided to get a \"little bit\" of revenge. She decided to steal their attributes from them, but rather than giving it to herself, she chose to give it to me to fulfill certain bedroom fantasies she's had. \n\nNow I have a thicc fuckable ass, a heavily sexually pierced feminine body, and a scent that seems to put straight men & lesbian women into breeding season. \n\nI really don't know what's worse, an undeniable envy of my wife's breasts with a wish for lactating knockers that put her sizable rack to shame or an eagerness to fill a sudden hollowness in my belly after she teased me with the details of how heavily pregnant with sextuplets one of her former bullies is even as the only rement of my masculinity is losing inches, vitality, & potency."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: What lewd calamity befalls our quaint fantasy village this time? | [
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"content": "#Faeder Fall:\n\nIn the southern peninsula of ***Era Prondus*** lies the year round winter forests of **Odulas County**. Twelve days from either coasts lay the sleepy hamlet of *Tollor's Rest*, a village full of White Dragonborn, Bugbears, Goliaths, Minotaurs, *some* Frost Elves and of course a token handful of ambitious humans. Tollor's Rest was only 3 years old, considered to be part of an expanding frontier, and a newer settlement directly under The Crown's bankroll. It would be in the beginnings of a particularly inclement winter that the village, alongside other far off settlements, would bear witness to an event later dubbed the **Faeder Fall.** On Sundai, Novembris 24^th deep sapphire flamed meteors struck the southernmost tip of the peninsula, prompting a handful of Royal Scholars to be sent ahead of the expansion to investigate. Out of the 12 scholars and 28 personnel only 5 people returned four weeks later to the checkpoint established at Tollor's Rest, all in various states of inconsolable shock. Blizzards kicked into high gear, cutting off all settlements from outside help as hunters started to either go missing, or return with harvests and dubious tales of *'horny otherwordly life'* terrafucking- I MEAN *t e r r a f o r m i n g* the already harsh landscape.\n\nNaturally of course the sexual aspect of recent eyewitness testimony is discounted until a week and a half later on Januaran 3^rd when a tree with ice like bark **Twelve feet from the Western Gate** attacked and impregnated a minotaur lumberjack. Things would only turn more calamitous as more fauna then animals converted into half-sexually-fueled aberrations. Tollor's Rest became the first village to encounter and combat the ever lewdening Faeder-Spread as it quite literally ***came*** to be known. At first the hamlet used fire to keep things from spreading over the thick stone walls protecting its inhabitants. As of Januaran 8^th the local population was 279 people; Yet around the 17^th YOU, a human town guard by the name of Bernald would have *the first* encounter with the advanced stages of the Faeder-Spread while on midnight patrol outside the village walls. Ever paranoid you clutched your lit torch in one hand, head on a swivel with your trusty Crimson-Steel shortsword clasped firmly in the other. You spotted suddenly a dark humanoid shape staggering towards you in the wintry fog. *\"Bernald, BERNALD I've been bit, help!\"* Came a strained voice from the approaching figure.\n\nYou aren't fully an idiot like in those horror novellas, so you readied for a potential trick; But you aren't the protagonist either, blood running cold as the nightmarish thing barreled out of the fog towards you with new frightening speed. Thrusting forward with your sword in action your eyes bulge in surprise as its bigger meatier arm-of-tripod-of-pseudopods^TM pimp slaps the blade clean out of your hand like a frisbee, never to boomerang back. As that trunk-like arm molests you against the wall you cannot help but stare in partial fear at its countenance. The creature, alien, monster-what-have-you is undoubtedly humanoid. From the left shoulder and chest down it has a rather shapely hourglass figure with an ample bosom, birthing hips and a reddened snatch on full display. Its tannish-pale skin is slimy but smells kind of like.... Oranges? Yeah, oranges.. The head, lack of neck and right shoulder n' arm ~~if you can even call it such a thing~~ however are a horrid jade-like chitinous fuse of kill-it-with-fire. In place of eyes is a single grapefruit sized bloodshot yellow eyeball with a bright green iris eyeing you up an down. The squelchy three tentacles pinning you to the hamlet wall are a strange emerald color while they weirdly caress you.\n\nThat being said your attempts to struggle end when you witness it gingerly grab your armor's codpiece with its *'normal'* left hand and rip it off like paper. In fact your balls retreated at the sight and sound of it. Chainmail covering exposed the hand caresses your still oh-so-protected groin as it continues its unblinking eye contact at you. Clicks and dare-I-describe ***affectionate*** chirps escape the trapezoid-like... *Mound* that is its armored... *Head.* Eugh.... Right yes so despite you being terrified your manhood is against you as always, getting harder as the abominable naked thing caresses your crotch. It's pressing its breasts into you now, which even through your armor can you feel the squishiness of. Groaning in fading protest you squirm as it unceremoniously begins removing the chainmail, then tearing the crotch off your pants, and lastly pulling down your cozy red boxers. With *\"Bernald Jr.\"* popping free to the cold merciless wind the Faedergon sandwiches your shaft in between its thighs, making you gasp from the surprising warmth of its wet skin. Blushing a deep red you buck a little as it thigh-fucks you carefully, its pussy lips lubricating your cock. The Faedergon's eyelids are half-closed as it lets out gurgling moans, an unmistakeable neediness in its tone.\n\nWithout warning it backs up, and with its hentai chitin tendies firmly angles you partially against the stone wall and snowy ground in an upright position. Wait you still have your torc- Nevermind it just took that from you and... Placed it in a small hill of nearby snow? Huh, you were certain it'd extinguish the flame; But that isn't important now as it turns its back to you, your mouth dropping in disbelief. The Faedergon has an ass like a whole bakery, something it very well knows and enjoys as it wiggles its hips invitingly. There is a primal scream to resist and flee in the deepest holds of your mind, yet you find yourself reaching with both hands as it lowers its waist towards you. Within moments you are panting as the creature's very hot muff swallows your length! It.. It's amazing!! You can't but help grip onto its hips and pump away, it rising and falling upon your dick with abandon. Even as its gross tendrils release hold of you, even as it twists its whole body to face you in a pleasurable corkscrew spin you are too lost in the sauce to care at this moment. The abomination, this Faedergon is falling into the collapsed cowgirl position as it rides your rod.\n\nAs lust overrides any fear, robbing you of what little common sense you have left you wish there was something to kiss, or maybe suck; But as if **reading your mind** the eldritch starspawn pushes its left nipple up to your mouth, and you begin sucking on it. The sudden taste of genuine milk is surprising, so much so that it sobers your mind into unnatural clarity and insight. Tollor's Rest, NO, the ENTIRE PENINSULA is fucked, completely fucked. Here you are having mostly forced sex with a psychic eldritch aberration that is part of a lewd cataclysmic outbreak that is converting the land into a sex centric environment. Is it going to convert you? Maybe, but the sudden yet sultry telepathic voice now in your reeling mind is begging you, *\"Mmmfuck, breed ME, fill me RIGHT UP BERNALD!\"* Also on cue is the telltale failure of muscle control as you start bucking uncontrollably. Burying your face between its breasts you squeeze its alien ass as you cum deep within its gyrating pussy. Then you blow another load, and then another while Vanessach milks you dry. Yes, this thing has a name, and now it wants you to be its lover. Huh, and oh I see you've spotted I, the lich spectating this all. OI DON'T STARE AT ME LIKE THAT I HAVE **NOTHING** TO DO WITH THIS!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You are a succubus who snuck into a random man’s house and started fucking him. You only planned to drain some energy and leave…until his mom walked in…and was overjoyed that her son finally had a girlfriend. Now your stuck pretending to be his lover because his mom is really nice. | [
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"content": "Author's note: I'll be honest...I can't remember how many times I fantasized about this sort of thing. More material for this story, I suppose; cheers!\n\nEdit: So I went ahead and kinda got lost in the first part of the prompt, but I kinda neglected the second. I might put further parts of the story in a continuation if I get the time.\n\n.\n\nShe'd known there was something different about this man the moment she laid eyes on him. To begin with, he'd looked rather scrawny; his body was thin and spindly like a straw, his arms so slender that they seemed almost fragile. Yet his sex drive - the pent-up semen in his balls, the lustful thoughts in his mind - they were unmatched even compared to other playboys. Even his dick, the succubus noted, was far longer and more girthy than she had ever seen.\n\n_It's always the neglected ones who have the most potential._\n\nThe succubus, and expert at her craft, thus decided on her next target. That night, shed snuck into his house, a shadow in an open window sill. Then, appearing within the man's bedroom, she materialised into his ideal form.\n\n\"Hey.\" The succubus glanced down for a moment. _So this is his ideal woman,_ she thought gleefully. She knew she had chosen right; Her body, influenced by the man's perverted desires, had morphed into a tall, busty form. Her breasts were the size of melons, round and smooth, complemented by two pink nipples. Her ass was massive, her pussy clean shaven, and her wide hips swayed from side to side seductively even while walking. Her entire body - from head to toe - was muscular and ridiculously curvy.\n\nThe succubus loved it.\n\nThe man, standing there in shock, finally got in a word. \"Who-who are you?\" Already, a boner was forming in his pants, showing off the outline of his massive cock.\n\nThe succubus laughed, and her voice was both deep and feminine - an interesting combination. \"You may call me Lilith.\" It wasn't quite her exact name, but it was close enough. Playfully, she moved one hand to her ample breasts, playing with her erect nipples with two fingers. This body was delightfully sensitive; from just the touch on her nipples, waves of pleasure radiated throughout her body. Already, she could feel arousal wetting her crotch.\n\nThe man, still stunned, took a moment to process her words. \"S-so, Lilith, what do you want?\" His arousal was poorly hidden; his cock, practically erect, pitched a visible tent in his boxers. His eyes were glued on Lilith's bare tits, roaming over her body to admire her fat ass and wet pussy. \n\nLilith grinned wickedly. \"What else?\" She asked, taking long, purposeful steps towards the man. \"I want to fuck you, of course.\"\n\nShe walked until they were face to face, her breasts just touching his chest. One hand reached down, pulling down his boxers; his cock sprang out, fully erect, already dripping with precum.\n\n_Damn._ Lilith's eyes widened at the sight of his massive cock - he had to be eight, no nine inches _at least_. She grasped his cock, and the man let out a slow groan of pleasure as she began stroking back and forth. Lilith had done this hundreds of times before; the trick was to trace the glans, rub the tip with extra care even as she pumped the rest of his cock up and down with her palm. She was slow, methodical, but the pleasure induced was undoubtedly the best handjob this man would ever experience in his life.\n\nRight before he came, Lilith stopped, leaning in closer. Her breasts squished against his chest; her mouth was right beside his ear. She whispered breathily, \"Do you want more?\"\n\nHe nodded.\n\nLilith knelt down. Then she leaned forwards, grasped his cock with one hand, and took it deep into her mouth.\n\nThe man let out anothet long, pleasured groan. Succubi were especially designed for pleasure able activities, and Lilith especially so; even then, she struggled to fit this man's massive cock in her mouth, gagging slightly as the tip of his dick hit the back of his mouth. Her lips closed tightly around his cock. She bobbed her head back and forth rapidly, his dick thrusting in and out of her wet mouth with a loud _schlick_ sound. With every thrust, his dick went balls deep into her mouth. Her tongue was the key here; she licked back and forth, flicking her tongue over his glans to enhance the experience even further. Lilith was an expert at this, but behind that, she immensely enjoyed it. She devoured his cock greedily, tasting every inch of it with her tongue, plunging it deep into her mouth, clasping it tightly with her red lips to ensure that she pleasured his entire shaft.\n\nFinally, he reached his limit. Lilith didn't protest as he came in her mouth, shooting loads of cum straight into her throat. He came so much; she waited five, ten, fifteen seconds as ropes of sticky cum went down her throat, coating her entire mouth in the white, viscous liquid. His cum tasted salty, like a protein shake gone bad. Lilith savoured ever drop, greedily swallowing his semen like it was water. \n\nThe man finished cumming. He pulled out, and Lilith's mouth was left a white, sticky mess. With such a full meal, even the insatiable succubus was already feeling a little full. She grinned, licking up drops of cum from her lips. \"That's a heck of a cock you have, human.\"\n\nHer target didn't say anything. Instead, Lilith squeaked in surprise when she was shoved to the floor, the man standing over her with a ravenous expression on his face. He was panting heavily, and - Lilith noticed - he was still fully erect.\n\n\"I'm not done.\" He growled.\n\nWith a strength far surpassing his scrawny body, he forced open Lilith's legs. Her bare pussy, aroused by the blowjob, was already dripping wet. Then, pulling her ass up, the man thrust his cock into her waiting pussy."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Dub/Non Con, Power play, reluctance. | [
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"content": "A journalist arrives in a rural village, to do a piece on a local spring tradition. A young woman is chosen by lottery to be the spring Queen, and treated like the incarnation of the local fertility goddess for a day. The journalist, nor knowing what she's in for, puts her name in the running, to find out what this ritual really is about, since the locals aren't talking. It turns out that part of the ritual is fucking every villager who wants it, to restore the bond between the goddess and the village, and while the villagers are deeply apologetic, they aren't about to not do the ritual and draw the goddess' ire..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [CW] Continue that one story you really wanted to get back to but didn't for one reason or another | [
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"content": "Monday 7:00 AM\r \n\r \nAllison lay in her dorm room bed, staring at the ceiling and thinking about summer. She had spent the summer working part-time at a bookstore and relishing the freedom from schoolwork. Now, as her second year of college was on the verge of starting, the responsibilities were coming back to her again.\r \n\r \nThe start of her day was calm and quiet. The only sounds were the soft hum of the AC and the faint rustle of leaves outside. The sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow on the room. Allison stretched and yawned, feeling relaxed yet energized. She had missed the hustle and bustle of campus life and was looking forward to seeing her friends and professors again. It was good to be back to school.\r \n\r \n“Can you believe summer’s over?” Allison sighed, turning her gaze toward her roommate, Rachel, sitting cross-legged on her own bed, flipping through a magazine. Her eyes traveled up and down Rachel’s body, lingering on her bare legs and the hint of her lacy pink panties peeking out from beneath her shorts.\r \n\r \nRachel glanced up from her magazine, her blonde hair cascading over her shoulder. “I know, right? It went by way too fast. I wish we had just one more week of vacation. My Psychology professor emailed the class about a quiz this Thursday.”\r \n\r \nAllison shook her head. “What is it with professors and handing out quizzes in the first week?”\r \n\r \nRachel sighed and rolled her eyes as she put her magazine aside. “At least I don’t have to worry about homework until the end of the day.”\r \n\r \nAllison smiled back. “I hear that.” She and Rachel had hit it off from the moment they met during their freshman year. Allison was more focused on her extracurricular activities like band, orchestra, and volleyball. On the other hand, Rachel seemed to make it her mission to take as many courses as possible in a semester. Rachel can say she wasn’t the smartest student, but Allison knew her roommate was only being modest. Rachel came in very handy to help her with her assignments, and she helped Rachel get out of the dorm room and enjoy campus life. “So,” Allison said as she watched Rachel get up and walk toward her meticulously organizing her desk. “Are you going to the cafeteria first, or do you have to go to class first?”\r \n\r \nRachel glanced at the clock on the wall and frowned. “Actually, I should head to class first. It starts in about an hour, and I need to pick up my textbooks from the campus bookstore before that.”\r \n\r \nAllison nodded understandingly. “No problem. I’ll probably hit the cafeteria first, grab some breakfast, and then check out my schedule for the day. We can catch up later.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You two met on an anonymous site. You wore masks, you never revealed names, and you did unspeakably kinky things to each other…that is until you see her mask slip…and realize it’s your sister… | [
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"content": "Two days since I learned that uncomfortable truth. How does one really process that they've been fucking their sister? Worse yet, that it was some of the best I'd ever had, and was only getting better each time as we learned the ins and outs of each other's bodies. It was starting to stick to me the way trauma does, but positive trauma, if such a thing exists. Sensations so strong that I might never be the same again.\n\nI should have noticed the signs earlier. While we did not dare exchange names, as was the point of the site, we did have usernames on the site. Yours was *LinenCatherine* with the tagline \"Here to make you see God.\" Overly confident but with a clear direction: a religious experience. \"Cathy\" was a name you used to use the few times we played games together as a kid. You said it was an old ladies' name, and you thought it was funny to have the savior of the world be a \"Cathy\". The jump in logic was clear: You became the bringer of sexual redemption, Catherine. \n\nThere's also the clue of your body. You were the type to go braless and walk around with no bottoms on while growing up. It was not frequent, but it was enough to have an uncomfortable image of your body as you grew. All the curves a brother shouldn't know about, but can't help but knowing. We were both in our mid 20s now, and hadn't lived at home for a while now. So while I *did* have an idea of your figure, it wasn't up to date. LinenCatherine was several inches taller than my sister, her figure a little softer around the stomach, with a bustline and ass that would struggle to fit in the bras and underwear that would get tossed in to my laundry back at home. \n\nA therapist would tell me it was okay, I told myself. \"You thought you knew your sister's body, but not the woman she's become.\" he'd rationalize for me. \"Her mannerisms and body, they clearly reflect the woman she is now, and not the sister you knew, despite growing in to that. By the way, do you think she's done growing? Did those bras seem to fit? What size do you think she is now?\"\n\nI shook my head. This inner therapist was still my inner monologue, after all. I couldn't expect him not to get corrupted by my own thoughts. \n\n\"You okay, dude? You've just been staring at your breakfast for, like, minutes.\" My real sister's voice had chimed in. I was snapped back to the reality that I was at Sunday family breakfast. It was an old tradition we did before you moved away after college. You'd recently found a job closer to home, so mom decided to bring the tradition back. \n\nYou moving back was also something I'd found out about after I'd been inside of you. \n\n\"Hmm, yeah, just thinking about... you know, everything.\" I kept it vague as I kept my eyes on my plate. \n\n\"Aww, is someone *hungover*?\" You teased, punctuated by you scraping your silverwear on the plates that had been in the family since before you born, yellowed from usage and scraped from the countless times you'd repeated this action over the years to piss me off. \n\n\"Sarah.\" our father chastised while throwing a biscuit at your head. It was playful, but also direct. It bounced off your temple and on to my plate. \"Knock it off. Are you going to buy us some new plate with that new job yours?\" \n\nI picked up the biscuit and bit in to it. \"Thanks for the roll, dad.\" I said, raising it up to him. \n\n\"Wow, Jake, that's big of you.\" Mom chimed in. \"I remember the days where if Sarah touched anything, it had cooties.\" \n\nIn my mind, a memory of my tongue on your asshole flashed in to view.\n\n\"Yeah, things change.\" I shrug. \"Sarah's not that gross anymore.\" While I managed to keep a straight face, my cheeks turned a little flush. \n\n\"You still are.\" You turn to me with a smug look on your face. It was the grin I'd grown to love under the mask. It was a little more playful and innocent, but it was there. \n\n*Oh, I know. and you loved it two days ago* If I were capable of broadcasting my thoughts, they would have been resonating through your brain at the volume of concert stadium speakers. It was the first time I'd managed to look you in the eye for an extended period since we'd arrived. \n\nI smirked. You all but flinched, looking away first. Something was communicated there. \n\nWas it recognition?"
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"content": "WARNING: some taboo elements, if that's not your thing skip it. \n\n\nYou look over the long list of messages that you've been exchanging with your new online GF, partner, lover, sex friend? You haven't decided what you were going to call each other but no matter what you were spending more time thinking about her and talking to her that you were with your own wife. \nIt was halloween and you agreed to meet 'Princess' as you started calling her in a bar. You had jerked off to her, and found yourself a woman that not only likes older men but seems to connect with you in every way possible. The conversation were about politics, religion, meaning of life, what matters to both of you and though you hate doing this to your wife you've never been more interested in being with someone that with your little princess. \nYou adjust your cock throbbing a bit in your pants as you make it to the bar. The last few nudes she sent you did wonders for you but it also gave you a good idea of her figure as you find her wearing a little sailor venus outfit which was just a great excuse to have her wear a slutty school girl outfit as you grin. Her little mask providing her the anonymity you both needed. \n\"Princess?\" You ask carrying a single red rose matching her own. \"Daddy?\" She responds as you set the rose down and take her into your arms kissing her mouth, yearning for her touch in ways you never knew you had. The sexting was amazing, but THIS.....this was a whole different level of need. Her voice so sensual and heavy with need and sex. \nIt was supposed to be a first date, casual conversation and getting to know each other in RL and see if you're both attracted to one another. Though here you are fondeling her breast while she's stroking your cock. \nYou need to find some privacy fast before you fuck her right here and now with everyone watching. Though knowing some of her kinks, she'd love it! \nYou pull her up fondling her bare ass under her skirt before pushing her into the \"Family Room\" bathroom and locking the door, SMACK you hit her bare ass as it resonates in the tiny room as she purrs. \n\"I want to hear you moaning little slut, I want to feel your little pink hole around my cock\" you whisper in her ear. Your finger dipping into her wet hole tasting the goods as you lick it moaning yourself before she drops to her knees, keeping her mask on but undoing your zipper as you start o push your long throbbing manhood down her throat.....skull fucking the little slut as you groan loudly, wondering if you can be heart past the blaring music. \nShe's a little master, taking you to new levels of ecstasy you never knew existed! \n\"Fuckkkkkk, yes Princess that's it. You know just what Daddy likes\" You start cumming down her throat then pulling her head back by the hair ensuring you give her a proper facial, mask or not. \nYou pull her up, rip her little top....fuck you'll need to figure something out when you go back out..... Her tits are amazing! You pin her against the wall and slam your cock into her wet hole, tasting your cum on her mouth as you kiss her. She's a god fucking porn star, never have you been this hard or aroused or primal by anyone. Your hand partly choking her as you ask her \"Do you want me inside you baby? want to feel my cum you little slut?\" \n\"Yeessss Dadddy,,, pleaseeeee!\" She purrs as you fuck her again , pounding into her tiny little cunt. \"Harder Daddy, Harder!\" \nUnloading into her pussy and then dropping her unto the floor naked as more of the cum unloads on her naked body.....Fuck, it's getting too hot....you can't wait to claim all her holes. \nYou pull off your mask and your girl seems to freeze....\"Daddy?\" she says... \n\"That's my name slut don't wear it out....\" still stocking your cock as she takes off her little mask.. \nYour hand still on your cock reflectively your cock twitches as cum covers your little Princesses face, \"Elizabeth?.....Noooo...I...\" Your princess was your own daughter. She had the same interests, of course she did you raised her! She just finished her first year in college and couldn't meet till she was back from school. \nYou look down at your daughter, body covered in your cum, her face coated in your salty nectar as she licks the cum not intending it as a sexual thing but still was. Her legs open with your cum leaking. Fuck... you just cheated on your wife with your own daughter! \nFuckkkk.. when did she become so sexual. The voice was familiar but so loaded with sex and need you didn't recognized it. You drop to your knees, looking at the cum oozing out her pussy you press your hand without thinking rubbing her pussy as she starts moaning again. You look at her face so full of need. \"Fuckkkk...\" \nYou drop between her legs pulling her closer, slipping a fat finger into her asshole and bring her pussy closer and tasting yourself cleaning her up. You'll deal with this tomorrow, today she'll be your nasty little whore and that's all there is to it. \nElizabeth squirms squeezing her tits moaning suddenly the term having such an intense heat to it as she squeals...\"Oooh Daddy....\" \n\"That's right baby girl, Daddy is about to fuck your brains out!\" \n... to be continued."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A world of superpowers in nothing new to you. Your mom, however, has the power of super fertility. | [
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"content": "When I was five years old, I met my mom for the first time. She found me trying to sneak off with an orange from the groceries in her car and offered to give me a meal. Once I'd explained how my biological parents had ditched me at a roadside stop after they found out I was part of the minority that wouldn't get powers until I was eighteen, she was on the phone with child protective services and I was adopted within the week. Honestly, I think anyone would have turned into a momma's boy after that.\n\nMy adoration for my mom was proven right again and again as the years went by. She was just the loveliest, most kindhearted woman, and I wanted to keep her safe as much as she kept me safe. The one thing she never told me, however, was what her power was; said it was too embarrassing to discuss. I respected her wishes and didn't press the issue too much--and thank goodness I didn't, because that would have made my eighteenth birthday far less of a fun surprise.\n\nI had just gotten home from work, where I found my mom waiting with a candlelit birthday cake in her hands. Once I had blown out the candles with a smile, mom set the cake down on the table and chirped, \"Your power comes in today! Are you excited?\"\n\nI chuckled. \"Uh, no, I'm actually scared shitless.\"\n\nMom jokingly smacked my shoulder. \"Take it easy with the sharp tongue there, mister, or you'll cut the inside of your cheek.\"\n\nMom and I happily dug into our cake slices, strawberry frosting smearing our lips as we waited for my powers to come in. I was halfway through my second slice when I felt my body start to tense up. I scooted my chair back and announced, \"I think it's starting now.\"\n\nMom applauded and watched me intently. The tightness in my body began to spread and grow more intense as my ears began ringing. Slowly, my clothes began to rip and fray under the force of my body growing. Muscles bulged outward like they were trying to pop out from under my skin as my heart raced from the adrenaline coursing through my veins. When the last of my clothes were torn to shreds, I let out a growl of ecstasy as I felt my cock smack against my stomach.\n\nI took several deep breaths before looking down at the new me. My body had put on a bare minimum of twice my initial weight in muscle mass, and my member felt like it had turned into a muscle in of itself. I was almost a foot taller than before, requiring me to look down at mom. As I moved my hands and felt the insane power in them, I grinned and remarked, \"Well, this was totally worth the...wait...you okay, mom?\"\n\nMom was looking at me with her thighs pressed firmly together and her cheeks flushed. After wiping a bit of drool from her mouth, she explained, \"I--I--I don't mean to stare, sweetie, it's just m--my power acting up. It, uh, is e--essentially super-fertility, a--and it, u--um, comes with c--certain...urges.\"\n\nMy face turned bright red once the implications fully set in. \"M--Mom, are you--\"\n\n\"Lance, sweetheart, I am horny as ten thousand bunnies in heat for you. And God *help* me, I can't think of anything but getting you inside me.\"\n\nMy cock twitched at her words, prompting me to lift her into a bridal carry and lustfully whisper, \"What a coincidence. That's all I can think of too.\"\n\nMom squealed with horny excitement as I tore off her clothes and opened the door to her bedroom. As we collapsed onto the bed together, mom pressed her face into my chest and inhaled deeply before letting out a long moan. \"Fffffffffuck, even the *scent* of you turns me on! Oh, I can't believe how much of a slut I've turned into!\"\n\n\"Me neither, but holy fuck do I love it, mom!\"\n\n\"No! Not mom! I've had thirteen years to be mom, and I've got all the time in the world to be mommy! *Your* mommy!\"\n\nI grinned and spread her legs apart. \"Well in that case, let your sweet boy make you feel good, mommy.\"\n\nI dove in, fingers and mouth moving in tandem to tease and pleasure mommy's core. Mommy threw her head back and cried out, \"Oh Goooooood, how are you so good at this?! Am I not your first?!\"\n\nI pulled my mouth away and moved up to three fingers as I answered, \"No no, you're my first. I've just made sure to research how to do this properly. So I can make sure my first is unforgettable for *both* parties.\"\n\n\"Smart, considerate, *and* a fuck machine?! Oooh, I don't think I could settle for another man again!!\"\n\n\"Well then, let's make sure you won't.\"\n\nI pulled my hand away entirely and gripped mommy's thighs as I teased her pussy with the very tip of my cock. Mommy went wide eyed and looked at me. \"A--Are you serious?\"\n\nI nodded, my hands gently caressing her legs as I responded, \"I'm serious. I'm just guessing from my lack of siblings, but you never got to have a family with anyone, did you?\" Mommy shook her head with tears in her eyes. \"You've been holding these urges of yours in for so long. But I swear I will feed and indulge your cravings over and over and over again, and you'll never have to bottle up your needs again.\"\n\nMommy gave me a look that I hoped with all my heart I'd see every day for the rest of my life. \"I love you, Lance.\"\n\n\"I love you, mommy.\"\n\nI speared into mommy, her cunt tightening around my shaft immediately. Mommy devolved into orgasmic cries as I began thrusting away. My oversized balls quaked with every smack against mommy as my body got into a rhythm. The bed was barely holding itself together under the sheer animalistic power of our lovemaking, and I had no idea how nor any ability to care.\n\nI looked deep into mommy's eyes, letting the world fade away until it was just me and her. This woman who cared for me when no one else would, who had supported me through thick and thin. This woman I loved. This woman I was going to pump full of my seed.\n\nMommy grabbed my face and yanked me into a powerful kiss. I met her enthusiasm in kind, pulling her tongue into my mouth. The taste of her flooded my tongue as I started pounding her faster and faster. As we pulled away from each other to catch our breaths, mommy yelled, \"I LOVE YOU, LANCE!\"\n\n\"I LOVE YOU, MOMMY!\"\n\nA geyser of cum blasted out of my cock and into mommy's womb. The stream kept on going as mommy and I jumped back into making out with glee. It took almost five minutes for my cum shot (or cum explosion to be more accurate) to finally slow down, at which point mommy looked like she was eight months along already. I laid down next to her, already feeling my balls fill back up as I caressed mommy's bloated belly and purred, \"I'm ready for another round. How about you?\"\n\nMommy grinned and kissed my cheek. \"Better clear out the rest of your week, honey.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Surely the spirit possessing all these dolls wouldn't mind being played with... Right? | [
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"content": "Everyone told Mike the room was haunted. The only reason that they were all those fashion dolls still set up in there was because \"bad things\" happened anytime anyone tried to get rid of them. At this point, the school had all but unofficially declared the room a memorial and decided to leave it as it was. Room 313. The room of that dead goth chick or whatever...\n\nAnd now he'd been dared to sleep in there overnight!\n\nAt first, he thought it would be no big deal. One of his friends had been able to pick the lock, and Mike expected to just sit on his phone all night. He'd left it to charge on his desk. Mysteriously though, the battery was practically empty...\n\n\"Fucking Hunter,\" Mike cursed. He was pretty sure his roommate had unplugged his phone on purpose, just to make his night in the haunted room that much more nerve-wracking.\n\nMike sat on the floor, looking around, he noticed the plethora of elaborately dressed and extremely detailed dolls. There were dolls of all sorts, from Bratz to Barbie to weird looking dolls that look like they came from Asia or something. Even old porcelain dolls... And they were all dressed in provocative or eye-catching fashions. Most of them were pretty goth, but some of them... Some of them were kind of sexy. He was surprised that this chick had anime figurines too!\n\nHours passed, and Mike started to get bored. Bored and horny. He couldn't resist. There was one doll that seemed to be practically calling out to him. It was clearly its owner's prized possession, in a little glass case on the upper level of her desk, right in the center. Mike shouldn't have opened the case, but he did... She looked like a punk vampire in a shortie little skirt. Mike started to lift up the hem of her skirt, and that's when something wrapped around his waist.\n\nClothing from the closet behind him seemed to have leapt to life, reaching out for him like tentacles. Cloth and leather wrapped themselves around his limbs, and he found himself pulled into the closet, the door slamming shut behind him. He struggled in the darkness, feeling his own clothes being shifted away, as all sorts of elaborate garments seemed to be trying to devour him alive!\n\nHe struggled and fought for what felt like an eternity, constantly trying to reach the sliding door of the closet to free himself, but constantly being pulled back, feeling different sorts of cloth wrapping and encircling different parts of his body. Finally, he was able to grab on to the back of a screw with his fingernails and yank the door open, letting himself tumble out. He was practically naked, but what he was wearing was even more disturbing than that!\n\nMike was wearing a pair of thigh-high black stockings, a pair of black panties, black bridal gauntlets, a black choker, and a bra! He immediately jumped up to his feet, and he started trying to strip the feminine garments off, but in doing so he turned his back to the closet, a fatal mistake!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Using enchanted mimics as infinitely customizable living clothing was a great idea! Mimics, however, get very horny... | [
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"content": "Jenny had always been a fan of innovative ideas. As such, when she received an invitation to beta test a new line of luxury clothing - for free, no less - she readily agreed.\n\nThe salesperson presented to her a small, black leather box. \"The product, ma'am.\" Jenny opened it gingerly, staring at the small writhing organism contained within. \"One enchanted mimic, trained to take the form of any clothing its user desires. A truly novel idea, I must say myself.\"\n\nJenny nodded absentmindedly, admiring the thing from different angles. \"So all I have to do is put it on, and it'll transform, right?\" The salesperson nodded, and Jenny snapped the box shut. \"Very well.\"\n\nNormally, she would spend some time at her suite while testing products, but this time there was another purpose to it; in one hour's time, she had a very important presentation, and thus needed a very fancy suit to wear to it.\n\nWalking briskly, Jenny ducked into the nearest cafe toilet. She wasted no time in stripping down her clothing. Her smooth, pale skin shone in the harsh artificial light, and she admired her curvy figure in the mirror for a moment before taking out the product. It was a curious thing, looking at it from a different perspective - not unlike an insect, in that it writhed and struggled in her grip even as she removed it from the box. \n\nGringerly, Jenny placed the product on her skin. It worked perfectly; the moment it latched on, long, spindly tendrils branched out in every direction, interweaving with each other to form a greyish fabric. The rest of her body was similarly covered, hundreds of miniscule appendages coating her body to form a tight-fitting formal suit. Granted, the suit was a little _too_ tight; her massive breasts were clearly outlined, and her leggings fit so snugly that her shapely ass stuck out even as she walked. Furthermore, despite the outwards appearance, the entire inner layer of the suit was still organic. With every second, she felt tendrils crawling across her body, caressing her soft skin and pressing into uncomfortable locations.\n\nNo matter; it looked good, and she could always adjust it later. She had no time to adjust to the strange sensation; she was forced to hurry off, and just managed to make it to the venue of her presentation.\n\n\"Good morning, ladies and gentlemen. My name is Jenny, and...\" \n\nInitially, it went well. Jenny's preparation were impeccable; she delivered her speech flawlessly, and received numerous complements on her sharp attire. \n\nThe problems began midway through. Even as she spoke, Jenny felt the tendrils within the suit grow more aggressive. They began rubbing against her skin more frequently, and a number of appendages seemed to gather near her privates. Already, her nipples were being teased by the tendrils, and she felt a few dared to reach out and flick against her clit. Jenny was forced to suppress a moan. Her face flushed red, and her breathing gradually became unsteady.\n\n\"As you can see from this graph, within the past year, profits have risen by _Oh!_ - by 56...percent\". All of a sudden, the suit had grasped onto her breasts, and she gasped audibly as tendrils squeezed and fondled her ample cleavage. \"Leading causes of _oooh!_...leading causes of this trend are..._mmph! - are...\"\n\n\"Ms Jenny? Are you okay?\" One member raised his voice in concern, and Jenny attempted desperately to hid her ever-growing arousal.\n\n\"Yes, Mr _Oooohh_...everything is...okay...\" Jenny was panting heavily now. Her nipples, fully erect from the teasing, were now being squeezed and twisted by the tendrils, and she couldn't deny the waves of pleasure flowing through her body.\n\nFor a brief moment, she got her body under control. The tendrils fondling her breasts eeemd to calm down, and Jenny regained her composure, resuming her presentation amidst the lull in activity. _Just a minor problem,_ she told herself.\n\nThen a tentacle, far thicker and girthier than the others, began to push its way into her pussy.\n\n\"No! No, sto- _ah...!_\" the tendrils resumed action, more vigourous than ever. The tendrils about her chest squeezed and fondled her breasts as if they were marshmallows, rubbing and twisting Jenny's sensitive nipples. She gasped and moaned uncontrollably as her pussy was gradually penetrated, the gritty, writhing mass pushing its way into her tight cunt. \n\nIn a last ditch effort, Jenny squeezed her leges together, trying to prevent entry. It was no use; the tentacle force its way within her, widening her pussy, caressing every inch of her inner skin with impossible care. Her crotch was on fire; the tentacles stimulated her clit, her pussy, every nerve ending she had down there, so that a blazing inferno of pleasure shot through her body. \"Ahhhh! Please, no!\" she cried out, before collapsing to the floor, writhing in sporadic ecstasy as the tentacles fucked hard hard and deep. \n\nThe members of the meeting were still staring, their eyes wide at the ndecent display. Tears were running down Jenny's eyes now, her face a red mess of desperate snot and tears. \"Help..._ah!_...help...me...\"\n\nBut they did nothing, merely standing there as every inch of Jenny's body was violated mercilessly. She could feel the tentacles pounding her pussy mercilessly, spearing her cervix with an engorged mass of flesh. The tentacle thrust again and again, deeper and rougher each time, and her mouth opened in a silent scream of pain and pleasure.Her entire figure was enveloped in the writhing, feeling tendrils, given no mercy even as her womb was penetrated. Then, without warning, the tentacles in her pussy convulsed. She felt it spew massive volumes of sticky goo straight into her pussy, felt the liquid fill up her cunt, felt her mind explode in a primal climax even as her pussy clenched over the invading tendrils. The came with a loud scream, her voice crying out with ecstacy as she orgasmed from the tendrils' ruthless touch.\n\nIts purpose completed, the suit suddenly dissolved. The writhing mass of tentacles that had violated her body retracted, compressing itself once again into a ball of flesh and tendrils. Jenny was left completely naked, exposed in front of her entire board. Her naked body gleamed with sweat and sticky goo, and her nipples were pink and engorged, still sensitive from the tendrils' rubbing. Her pussy, worst of all, was raw and exposed, dripping with a strange gooey liquid.\n\nBut she was not done. Her mind was broken; all she could think about now was breeding, and pleasure, and the mind-numbing ecstacy of being exposed in front of so many people.\n\nJenny was crying, even as she reached down with two hands and began masturbating in front of everybody. _It felt so good,_ she could only think _it feltsogood itfeltsogood itfeltsogood-_. Her fingers rubbed her clit back and forth, desperately trying to recreate the heavenly sensation provided to her by the suit. Tears streamed down her face even as she jerked off over and over again, an immense sense of relief filling her body with every mind shattering orgasm she experienced. Cum overflowed from her pussy, dripping into the floor, filling the sterile room with the scent of love and protein. Jenny was finally reduced to a shuddering, incoherent mess, only able to play with her pussy and cum.\n\nNaturally, her presentation was a mess.\n\nFurthur away, a hooded figure picked up the abandoned specimen. _Another failure,_ it muttered. _But perhaps this is for the best._"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A certain tech startup offers not only free food, sodas and a pool table, but also in-office sexual relief. | [
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"content": "#The Terrors and Wonders of working at ETERF:\n\nIn 2024 A new tech startup appeared: the Experimental Technological and Esoteric Research Foundation, or ETERF for short. Little is known about the company, nor its backers; But they offer free foods from all across the world, company grill outs, various drinks from soda to all natural juice or more, pool tables, aaaand a heavily controlled NDA protected *'In-Office Sexual Tension Mitigation Service.'* Not only is public perception mixed at best, the ETERF is offering better benefits, vacation, scheduling and hourly pay at the catch of housing security so strict, stringent and tight that all employees are bound by NDAs and forbidden from bringing in any kind of technology excluding medical equipment as needed. Today is your first day as an office worker. Your task is simple: Sit, stand, walk or jog at your computer and proofread documents. As you unpack the small handful of belongings allowed at your desk a five inch thick binder is dropped onto an empty side of your desk, startling you hard. Jolting you glare up from where you are sitting, and freeze. Standing there is one of the fully armored guards, one of the *Aces* as they are officially designated. He/She/They are covered from head to toe in tactical armor so dark that you barely can see their' legs as they blend into the desk's shadow. \n\nThroat suddenly dry you mumble a hoarse, *\"Thank You,\"* before examining this new binder labeled: **Employee Handbook.** The book's smell is odd, you know the stench is like... *Burnt Ozone.* Huh... Well at least each page is laminated and sealed in a protective transparent sheath. You spend three hours setting up your employee account on this strange oval computer, whistling quietly at the sheer power of its Graphics Card. Resisting the temptation to install a video game, *assuming that's even possible with ETERF's concerning degree of cybersecurity*, you proofread documents until 2:00pm. Curiosity overrides your common sense, so you walk to the water bubbler, get a cup of ice cold water, and begin following the designated markers to the Sexual Tension Mitigation Service Area. You are on the seventh floor's section of this strangely medicinal part of the ten story building. There are 40 doors labeled from F7R1-F7R40, of which several have the red *Occupied* label glowing. Without putting much thought into it you approach room F7R11 then swipe your ID card. A pleasant low hum, click and green light of approval sound off as the door unlocks.\n\nTaking a deep breath in mental preparation you open the door, surprised to see an apartment like set of three rooms, the first you are standing in a kitchenette of sorts. To your right is an unlit bathroom, door open yet ahead of you is a bedroom with a twin sized bed, TV and small table with two chairs. Strangest of all is the lady in a black suit jacket with a matching skirt n' high heels. Her hair is coiled into a bun on the back of her head while she knits lying in bed, clearly zoning out. Calling out a nervous greeting you realize her voice is masculine yet dainty as she giggles after eyeing you up down. *\"Do you like femboys?\"* He asks you curiously. Hesitantly you nod, eyes widening in mild surprise as he pats the unoccupied right side of the bed in open invitation. Within a minute you are lying down with the cute guy, his grey irises meeting your brown ones as you notice his nametag, *R-77: Able.*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Life in a strict all girl's college in steampunk Victorian era. Students have access to their version of internet. | [
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"content": "I didn't get around to including any sex, but I felt like this was fun.\n\nVictoria Wainwright held an ear to The wall of her dorm room, patiently waiting for the sound of the headmistress closing the door to the hall. She practically held her breath; the hall was so quiet you could hear girls getting into their beds even two rooms away.\n\nA red-haired pixie, The size of a child's doll, with brass and filigree wings flitted onto Victoria's shoulder. Victoria clasped a hand around the pixies back, quieting the soft clockwork sounds of her familiar's aetherwork augments. Lexi, her companion, was no louder than a pocket watch, but Victoria felt apprehensive about the noise all the same.\n\nVictoria held still, ignoring the way that the bangs of her blonde hair had drifted toward her lips. Sure enough, after what felt like almost 5 minutes of silent waiting, The heavy, metallic squealing of the hall's main door echoed through the rooms, followed by a loud clunk and the rattling of the locks going into place.\n\nThe Pembroke University for girls took curfew quite seriously. Victoria Wainwright, however, took mischief more seriously still. The daughter of the late, great inventor, Percival Fortescue Wainwright, she was every bit to the gadgeteer her father had been. That hadn't stopped The board at her father's company from trying to block her inheritance on the grounds of her not having a degree however, regardless of the fact that he'd been working brass into miracles since she was five. For the time being, the Pembroke University program offered the best quickest path to a diploma, even if it meant putting up with their finishing school classes and absolutely provincial attitudes.\n\nTheir stance on girls \"inappropriately fraternizing\" was particularly frustrating, especially since Victoria had meant Penelope...\n\nPenelope Takahashi was everything that Victoria could have wanted in a companion. She was smart, she was brave, she was kind, and, with her curvaceous body, she was an irresistible accelerant to the flames of Victoria's libido. The same sorts of flames burned within Penelope, of course. She too felt the call towards other girls... And she was calling now!\n\nA brass bracer on Victoria's left arm gave two strong quivers, and the opal on the outer surface seemed to be luminescing slightly. \n\nConfident that the headmistress was out of earshot, Victoria tapped one of the thin brass keys on her bracer, and the angelic face of her beloved appeared as a projection above her wrist.\n\n\"Vicky?\" The apparition whispered, \"Vicky? Is this working? I think I see you in my mirror. Are you seeing me?\"\n\nThe blonde inventor smiled. \"Yes. Of course I'm seeing you,\" She whispered.\n\n\"How does this work?\" Penelope asked.\n\n\"It's routing under the aether and through the guild libraries. From there, it's simple to route it through my personal libraries and then to my aether bracer. It has a mechanism not unlike the compact I gave you.\"\n\n\"That's amazing,\" Penelope said, brushing back a strand of her dark hair, reflexively preening in the 'makeup compact' she was looking into.\n\n\"It's going to be even more popular than you think,\" Victoria replied, \"right now, it's just limited to guild members and a few researchers. But I think this is going to be even more popular once we get everyone using it. At any rate, I need you to look up the building schematics from your end. Find the utility corridors in the dorm's plans, and meet me in the walled off lounge. You can make it!\"\n\nPenelope nodded, and Victoria set off to her own work. First, she sent a series of proximity alarms to let her know if the headmistress was unexpectedly coming back towards this hall. That was simple enough, connecting them to the steam lines that ran through the building. But then she had to bypass the lock to her own door without making it *look* like it had been bypassed. That took some doing.\n\nVictoria snuck out of her room and made her way to the hallway linen closet. There, she was able to send Lexi into a small hole, the clockwork pixie then opening up a secret passage. Moving through the utility corridors behind the walls of the hallway and behind the inner rooms of the dorm, she quickly made her way to a disuse section of the building.\n\nThere, she had set up a little love nest of pillows and blankets, as well as quite a few books and a makeshift picnic pilfered from the dorms dining hall. It was rather cozy. True to her capabilities, Penelope arrived. She gasped at the very coziness of the space, and the gentle romantic atmosphere that it provided. The two girls would spend the night reading saucy texts and snacking on their picnic, but they would also be trying out some of Victoria's new toys. Toys that were certainly not for children..."
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