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Write a story using this writing prompt: A new highly contagious disease, known to the masses as 'The Pleasure Plague', is sweeping the planet. Scientists are far from finding a cure, and many of those infected don't want one. | [
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"content": "Ann struggled to find any connections in the data she poured herself over. The disease truly made no sense! It had popped up in multiple parts of the world in an instant, be it European countries, among the masses of China and India, the Americas certainly not left out. Even Greenland? How did it find its way to Greenland so quickly?\n\nThere were truly only a few things certain about the condition, and only because they were the most obvious. It made its presence well and known without any guessing by an absurdly detailed heart shaped right around the crotch area, a few inches below the crotch area, with a soft, blue or pink glow depending on the affected's biological gender. It would take about a day after the tattoo formed for other side effects to take place, which were known globally by anyone, whether or not you had a degree.\n\nSexual libido would skyrocket among all affected. If two infected, or even just one, so as much touched, they would often end up in a closet performing intercourse until exhaustion. The experiments that Ann performed with volunteers supported that, and Ann made sure to keep herself focused on scientific endeavors as she watched the many volunteer interactions play out. It hadn't transmitted to her yet, thanks to a bit of luck when it began and extreme caution from thereon out. Research supported that any sort of fluid transfer from an infected to a non-infected could transmit the disease, be it saliva, blood, or the most commonly reported one, ejaculatory fluid. One man even claimed that the sweat of a female co-worker absorbing into his skin caused the transmission, although Ann wondered if that claim may have been an attempt to save his marriage, and could not trust it entirely.\n\nThose who tried to abstain themselves from sex while affected reported soft vibrations beginning to take effect in their erogenous zones, as a sort of \"punishment\" for those who tried to hold themselves out. Her studies showed that they would grow stronger and stronger the longer the infected attempted to hold out, until the subject could not take the teasing anymore, and would relieve themselves with another human. Social media challenges of \"holding out the longest\" had already begun to trend. Interestingly enough, chastity belts became a common buy for those who participated in those challenges (though some criticized that tactic as cheating), and those who wished to avoid infection. Ann was in the latter of those two, taking every precaution to ensure she could continue her research and not succumb to lust, which meant walling herself off from every possible avenue of pleasure. She only needed to protect herself from herself however, as violent or forced assaults that spread the disease were extremely low. If she had the time to research something other than a cure, she would probably investigate why that was. She hypothesized that the large availability of sexual partners who were infected and much more willing could be a reason why, or perhaps it could be something hardwired into the DNA of the disease.\n\nSome other side effects were minor compared to those two, and Ann assumed there was still more to be found. Some people reported the beginning of those \"vibrations\" if they did not partake in their personal fetishes in lieu or in combination with sex. A fully nude exhibitionist or an entirely bound submissive lead on a leash was not an uncommon sight to see walking down the street. There were also reports of a reduced or completely removed refractory period, and increased sensitivity even in non-erogenous zones. \n\nAnd the cure for all this... was going nowhere. Funding was surprisingly low for a disease that affected a relatively large percentage of the population, and public support was also middling. Infected who had the disease for longer than two weeks polled at a shocking 2% cure support rate (only steadily dropping further with more time infected), and uninfected was only at 18%, many claiming that \"their friends and family were generally happier\", or that \"work productivity was at an all time high\". Ann sometimes felt like she was going at this thing alone.\n\nBut, she did have a co-worker to lean on. Dr. Selena Andrews had been working hard with the patients, studying them and asking question after question to further progress. They'd been at it together for about two months straight, barring a personal day she requested to take care of \"someone\", but other than that they spent day and night sharing their findings and research to try and develop some sort of drug, or injection, or something. Even just a single conclusion on one part of this damn thing.\n\nSelena came into the lab with two coffees, something the very exhausted Ann appreciated. They worked silently, an oddity for the usually collaborative and vocal Selena. Curious, Ann began to pay more attention to the woman than her own samples of work. First, she began tapping her heel against the floor, a soft clicking sound filling the lab. She would shift the position of her legs, particularly around her thighs often. A deep breath would fill the room as she closed her eyes, seemingly struggling to take focus. When she reopened them, she turned to the staring Ann.\n\n\"...You know, don't you?\" Selena asked, almost rhetorically.\n\nAnn took a deep, disappointed breath. \"What happened?\" \n\n\"That one patient, the lawyer. Bastard's got a tongue of gold on him, unsurprisingly. He would ask questions of his own after mine. What it was like to feel so little after sex. He'd then go deeper into his own experiences. Claimed his eyes were opened after contracting it. If he could choose between a perfect legal record, ten million dollars, or keeping this, this \"gift\"... He said he wouldn't even register the first two as options.\"\n\n\"How long ago? Was it the sick day? And was it with... him?\"\n\n\"Ann, you know I'd never abuse a doctor-patient relationship, even if our ethics board would be too busy fucking each-other to care. I went down to a bar on my day off, waited around for someone cute, and well, you can fill in the rest. And then I thought of you, and just felt so, terribly guilty that I-I let myself succumb. But it was like, pure, lustful desperation came over me the more I thought about it and the more time I spent around it. Even if I went with a belt like you to protect myself, there's more than those two holes to spread it. What, are we supposed to keep a gag in our mouths in all social situations, lest we swallow it?\"\n\nAnn thought to herself for a moment. \"Selena, the way you're acting. It's not incredibly calm and \"sated\" like the other patients, who undoubtedly act however's most pleasurable. When was the last time you..?\"\n\n\"Two weeks, the day I got it. I felt so bad about letting it happen, I couldn't let myself-\" She took another deep breath, interrupting herself. \"-dammit, these vibrations! And that taunting tattoo, that mocks me every time I look down. I-It's unbearable!\"\n\nA brief moment of silence existed between them before Ann spoke. \"Selena, it's okay. I'd be a terrible doctor if I got mad at someone who got infected, even if I didn't think they would. Don't beat yourself up over it, and definitely stop holding yourself back. There's no way you'll be able to focus on your research to cure this thing if you're teased all day long.\"\n\n\"...About that. The one thing that truly convinced me that the lawyer said was along the lines of \"Who's getting hurt by it?\" And I couldn't answer him. Who is the victim in this scenario? The people who are having the most pleasurable time of their life? Workers are still doing their work, perhaps more motivated than ever before. Maybe it's us, who are afraid of something because it's new and goes against old society. But even if we make a cure, who's it for? That 2 or 1% who are still denying themselves?\"\n\nThe words struck Ann like a brick over the head. No, this was her work, her purpose. Months of tireless effort, would be thrown away, if she just, gave up!\n\nBut like Selena had two weeks ago, she couldn't answer the question.\n\n\"A-And one more thing, Ann.\" Selena began walking closer, in very slow steps towards Ann. \"I found a new side effect, while I stewed in my own, pleasurable agony. T-The thing makes you think a lot. A lot about who's cute, who you like, wh-who you're attracted to.\" Ann didn't noticed the hand coming closer to her thigh before it was caressing the innermost parts of it.\n\n\"S-Selena!\" Her face turned a deep red as she realized the meaning.\n\nThe infected one suddenly retracted her hand and had an almost shocked expression on her face, as if she didn't know what she was doing just a moment ago. \"I-I should probably go.\"\n\n\"You should definitely go.\" Selena turned away with a frown, but a few steps into her exit, she was stopped by the same voice. \"But I'll need you to stop by my office. Second drawer down on the left side of my desk, there's a locked box with combo 33069. I need what's inside, for an experiment we'll be performing very soon.\n\n\"What experiment..?\" Her voice trailed off in thought.\n\n\"There's a key inside the box. Return with it immediately.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A Nun is cursed and turned into a Succubus but keeps her faith, unfortunately she Is now very horny and needs semen inside her and the church-goers aren't just coming for the sermons now | [
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"content": "*Disclaimer: This story is for entertainment purposes only, and is not intended to offend or inflame anyone for their views on religion or the occult. Also, sorry if this sucks.*\n\nSister Marie sighed as she flicked the light on to the old headmaster's study. The dim old light struggled to turn on, but eventually revealed a grimy, warn room that had not seen activity in a long time. At least not since the old headmaster passed two years ago.\n\nHer school had been chronically understaffed, and as the youngest sister at 20, she had been given the honor of doing all the cleaning and organizing that is desperately needed. Six months after her vows, and she was still just a gopher. *Marie go for this, Marie go for that. Hey Marie, could you organize the library again?*\n\nShe stepped in and looked around. This hadn't been what she imagined life would be like when she'd taken her vows. She'd imagined helping more, healing more, and building up the community. Now, it seemed like just a repeat of her intern years while she finished school.\n\n*At least my intern years didn't have me cleaning out creepy studies*.\n\nShe shuddered. There were several things off about this study. Displays here and there in the large room showed exotic and ancient appearing artifacts. She walked around, noticing a spearhead in a glass case, an ancient grandfather clock that incorrectly read 12, and finally an onyx figure by the furthest bookshelf. It pressed awkwardly against the books, like whoever was here last had braced the shelves with it.\n\nThe shelves themselves stood ajar, teetering against the display of the statue. Her mind raced as to why a headmaster would have a primitive sculpture of a well-endowed female. Despite its clear age, the statue was very vivid in detail...\n\nOut of curiosity, she reached out and touched the display. It slid back with alarming speed, and the shelf fell over with a THUD as it revealed an arched doorway.\n\nBeyond it stood a chamber that turned Marie's blood to ice.\n\nHer jaw dropped as she stepped into this bleak room. Chains and straps lay everywhere. It looked less like a study and more like a torture chamber. She gulped, wanting to run back and tell Sister Mercy of what she discovered.\n\nThat was until she saw the collar.\n\nIt held her attention the moment she saw it. On the shelf off the far wall laid a foreboding collar. It was blacker than the shadows that covered this place, appearing made of leather she'd never seen before. Deep silver stars evenly lined it. More than being drawn to it for its appearance, she couldn't help but stare at it as it seemed to call to her.\n\n*Marie...Marie...Marie...*\n\nShe picked up the collar and twirled it in her hands. When had she stepped toward it? It seemed wrong, this place, this collar, but she felt so tempted to move forward. Perhaps she could just try it o-\n\n\"What are you doing?\" The girl nearly jumped out of her skin as she spun around, seeing Sister Benita behind her. Marie breathed a sigh of relief, in part because it wasn't an older sister who would have chewed her out for not working, and in part because she was no longer alone in the study from hell.\n\nBenita was the second youngest nun at Cardinal Heart, meaning that she was the second most overworked sister here.\n\n\"I- uh...\" Marie had no answer.\n\n\"You know this is the old headmaster's exorcism room, right? You really shouldn't be messing with stuff in here.\" Benita gestured, visibly as unsettled as Marie appeared to be. Odd given how warm and reassuring she normally was to everyone.\n\n\"They didn't tell me.\" Marie tried to appear calm. \"They just said to clean this place.\" *Why am I so nervous?*\n\nBenita shrugged. \"Maybe they forgot about it. It doesn't matter too much since it's not part of the renovations. Why don't we get out of here and you can eat me out?\"\n\nMarie jumped again. \"I'm sorry?\"\n\n\"I said, let's get some lunch. You have to be starving after working for so long.\"\n\nStepping out of the room, Marie noticed the clock now said 3.\n\n\\--\n\nSomething was horribly wrong as they strolled to the cafeteria. Marie was greeted by obscene gestures and comments as they walked.\n\n\"Hey Marie, suck me off later.\" One of the faculty shouted from across the campus. Another added. \"Bend your ass over and let me fuck you silly.\" Benita didn't seem to notice, greeting them as if there wasn't a care in the world.\n\nAs they waited in line she could swear she felt someone pinch her ass. She spun around and saw no one.\n\n\"What's wrong?\" Benita asked, looking concerned.\n\n\"I, uh, think that room freaked me out a bit more than I thought. Feels like I'm being watched.\"\n\nBenita put a reassuring hand on her shoulder. \"Don't worry, the headmaster was an expert exorcist. I'm sure there's nothing in there to worry about.\" Her hand reached down and pinched Marie's nipple. Marie smiled, trying hard not to panic. *Oh God, what is going on?!*\n\nThe menu for today was meatloaf, mashed potatoes, and succotash. Every time the food settled on sister Marie's plate, it took the form of an erect cock. No matter how much she shoveled it around.\n\n\"Why are you playing with your food?\" Benita asked almost interrogatively, oblivious to the fact her meatloaf took the form of a shaved pussy.\"\n\n\"Thought I saw a h-hair\" Sister Marie responded. She took a bite of the phallic meatloaf and heard a deep, masculine moan of pleasure. She closed her eyes and prayed all of this would go away, or that she could at least keep it together long enough to get to her bedroom. She continued to eat to a chorus of pleasured moans, joined by female moans as Benita ate. She felt flush at the sounds.\n\nHer breaking point was when her dining bench had started vibrating, igniting long disavowed sensations. She felt familiar wetness, and worse, a desire. She felt like she needed to be filled.\n\nMarie stood up as fast as she could. \"I think I need to use the sister's room\" She squeaked fearfully and marched to the restroom.\n\nShe walked, then ran, past dozens of onlookers who all propositioned her, begging to use every orifice. One, a19-year-old student, asked to film her while the faculty came on her face.\n\nShe ran to the restroom and closed the door, locking it before collapsing into a nervous puddle on the floor. Her skin was on fire, her nipples erect with arousal. She saw herself blushing in the bathroom mirror, and the eys of a madwoman looked back. A devious grin adorned her mouth.\n\nAgainst her judgment, against her vows, and against her celibacy training, Sister Marie lifted her habit and began playing with her wet pussy. She stroke it eagerly, without a moment of restraint. The fresh moan that escaped her lips as her fingers explored long-forgotten sensations could be heard outside the restroom. Like a starved beast offered a steak, she eagerly stroked and fingered and rubbed her clit. It felt like an old friend had greeted her. *ooooooooohhhhhhhhh*\n\nShe came, a wave of pleasure crashing against her, lightning in her mind. Her nipples poked through her habit and she dreamed of clamps to keep them aroused.\n\nAcross the room stood that mirror that was oft-overlooked by her higher-minded Sisters. On the other side stood a stranger, mirroring her lewd pose. This monster grinned at her with legs splayed wide open. Rosy skin, sharp teeth, and a deep crimson pussy that welcomed any who would accept it. Horns erect, like a crown of decadence.\n\nMarie shuddered in fear and pleasure. She blinked, and saw herself again, wearing nothing but a deep black collar."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A married couple, both of whom are adventurers, take a quest to slay a tentacle monster. Truthfully they have no intention of killing it. No, they just want to put it under a control spell and use it to spice up their sex life. | [
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"content": "\"So, how exactly do we capture a mass of squirming tentacles? And if we do manage to, where the hell are we gonna store it? I mean, if the reports are true, that thing's bigger than our bedroom and having it out in the yard might be a littl-\"\n\n\"Athena, haven't I told you a dozen times before you think *far* too hard about the details? We'll just take it one step at a time, which right now is finding the thing that controls those slimy, unrelenting, invasive...\" The one who had accepted the quest with surprising haste for those who didn't know her as well as her wife, Olivia, trailed off in mumbles and thought as the two of them walked along the forest pathway together. A few years ago, the last thing Athena expected to be doing was allowing herself to be convinced that rather than kill a monster she should introduce it into her most private regions...\n\nThough, she supposed that a few years ago was when she met this damn mage. Seeing that devious smile accompanied by verdant eyes, Athena thought the lady was suspicious when she'd asked the sellsword for a protection job far above her usual rate for a mission half as dangerous as her normal ones. The second last thing she expected out of the ordeal was for the mage to be after *her*, the first being how easily she fell under the witch's spell. \n\nTheir preparations for the \"quest\" were simple. Make sure that Olivia's control spell worked by testing it on Athena, and then hope that would do all the heavy lifting. The magic seemed to work fine (it was tested quite thoroughly by the mage to ensure that the target would do anything while under her control), and so they set off into the woods to find the beast they desired to tame. Civilian sightings claimed that it was blocking the main pathway, having its way with anyone who wandered into its grasp for a few moments before eventually growing tired of them and throwing them to the side, utterly exhausted.\n\n\"Ooh~ There it is!\" Olivia exclaimed as they turned a corner in the snaking path. The creature seemed to be largely stationary, though a few tentacles slithered away from the main body hunting for a prey to pull into it. And those prey who found themselves caught would be pulled into something quite... unmanageable, given that the description of the monster's size was certainly true. The mass of tentacles that wriggled about was as tall as the women, and much, much wider than their slender bodies. Athena reckoned that it could handle the two of them, along any and all of their friends before it would struggle to cover each helpless captive with more than five of its slimy appendages. \n\nThe mage began to chant her control spell, the crux of their plan, about twenty feet away from the monster. It took quite a bit of time to cast, and it would do them no good to be interrupted, which is why when one of the tentacles came slowly crawling towards them Athena readied her sword-\n\n\"Woah, hold up, dear! We don't want to hurt or aggravate our new friend, do we?\"\n\nAthena looked at her wife in confusion. \"How would you like me to prevent you from being dragged in then, oh righteous mage?\"\n\n\"Uh... mind taking the hit for me?\" If it came from anyone other than Olivia, the myrmidon would've laughed at them as they succumbed to a tentacle filled fate. Instead, she would yell at the idiot who requested such a thing.\n\n\"Seriously?! You're gonna watch me, your loving wife who's done nothing but willfully go along with your perverted plan, get dragged along the ground like an animal only to be fucked senseless like one by a monster that certainly will show me no mercy?\"\n\n\"Ooh...that sounds pretty hot, honestly. The way you describe it...\"\n\n\"Gah! How'd I ever fall for you?\" Still, Athena stood in front of the mage, positioning herself so that the tentacle would embrace the leather boot of the myrmidon and that only, pulling the woman to the ground with a sudden force that kicked up a cloud of dust around them, that itself almost breaking the mage's focus. It coiled around her boot as it began to pull her in, slowly creeping up her leg as it gained a tighter, more inescapable grasp along her skin as the appendage gained more and more slack to work with the closer she was pulled into the core of the monster.\n\n\"Uh... how long will it take you to finish preparing the spell?\" Athena asked, somewhat struggling against the tentacle's inevitable pull.\n\n\"Well, for something *that* size... about a few more minutes?\"\n\n\"Minutes? Are you fuc-\" She stopped her angry reply when she felt another tentacle latch onto her skin, this one around her other leg. At this point, there was little resistance Athena could put up other than the uncomfortable force of friction as she was dragged into the belly of the beast.\n\nTentacles enveloped her quickly, at least a dozen immediately clamping onto her body. The grasp they held on her was sure, especially the iron clutch that pulled her arms helplessly apart as they began to tug at the plating around her chest and the cloth around her crotch, clearly familiar with the female body. Once her skin was exposed, Athena found out that there were many different types of tentacles this monster held within itself. A prickly one coiled around one of her breasts, squeezing and straining it as it began to poke her, the captive not aware that it was one of the many ways it would inject her with an aphrodisiac. While those effects would come later, she could immediately feel the pain it brought onto her, and the many other sensations it had to offer. Her nipple was presented like a meal to a tentacle with a sucker head on it, creating a suction force around it as it that in itself brought a wave of pleasure, and the sucking feeling that it constantly gave her was a strong distraction. Her other breast, was teased by the small tips of others, not as direct of an assault on her but a sensual one never the less.\n\nHer mouth was left wide open by moans for a phallic appendage to shoot inside her mouth, opening her jaw wide open before it began to thrust within in her mouth, vigorously as she'd expect from a monster. She soon realized that sucking on it could bring out some sort of nectar, a very delectable liquid that when swallowed down, began to build a heat within her. Soon, Athena's thoughts turned from anger at her partner, to the aroma of lust, to an insatiability that was overtaking her. The grip on her hands had been released, but they immediately went to the tentacle around her mouth to rub it, squeeze it for more of its ambrosia, lick up every last drop of the stuff!\n\nAnd of course, her two most important holes were not left unattended. They were being stretched, pushed to their limits by two large, hardened, and unrelenting tentacles, that sent a shockwave through her body each time they entered. It was unimaginable, the pleasure that could be gotten from this-this monster, but she was truly thankful it had embraced her, ravaged her, taken her-!\n\nIt was like she could feel her second orgasm ready just as she had her first. She coated the tentacle in her substance, an extra bit of lubricant if its natural sliminess wasn't enough.\n\nMeanwhile, the mage looked on with a smile. She wondered if Athena knew that she'd had the control spell cast on the monster from the moment she saw it, and if she simply decided to play along.\n\nEh, it didn't matter. What *did* matter, however was getting in on that extraordinary pleasure she had second-handedly given to her wife. Micro-managing the tentacles was fun within its right, but as she jumped into the monster's embrace, Olivia simply gave it the command \"Pleasure us both.\"\n\nThe tentacles quickly gave the same treatment to the mage as she entered, disrobing her and spreading themselves along her body with no time to waste. They began to pull their two captives together, pushing their heads closer together, their bosoms that were covered in tentacles collided together, as the appendages spread from one body to another. Soon, they wrapped around the two, securing them together and trapping the tentacles that teased and fucked them relentlessly in the middle. The one in Athena's mouth that had drove her to such a lascivious state exited her mouth, allowing the two humans to bring their lips together for a passionate kiss.\n\n\"Mmph--Gah... More...please!\" Olivia could taste the remnants of the aphrodisiac on her wife's lips, licking them and the insides of her mouth, as Athena gifted the little liquid that had not be digested to her wife. They were locked in this caress of lips as restraining tentacles weaved around their heads, forcing them together, an action that neither objected. Their freed hands grasped eachother's bodies, assisting the tentacles that pleasured them with their own, dexterous fingers, teasing and massaging each-other's bodies in an embrace so passionate-\n\nDid the aphrodisiac somehow find its way into Olivia's body? Or was it just this--this embrace with Athena and the tentacles that made her feel so lustful? She felt as though she could not get enough of either. Athena, seemed to be fueled by it, taking in each and every bit of pleasure she could as she tried to reciprocate it to her beautiful wife. Their mouths, were kissing, moaning or both, their breasts were enveloped by tentacle's grasps or their lover's hands, and suspended in the air as they were, legs pulled far apart, there was no stopping their most sensitive spots from being used to bring the two to climax over, and over *and over*.\n\nEventually, Olivia would give the monster the command to release them. She considered it a few times, but it would always show her something new, like the tentacle that felt like a tongue as it licked her sensitive nipples-\n\n\"O-ooh...A-Ah!\" It was constant sound either of them would utter amidst their begging and screaming. For as much in control Olivia felt she should be in, every moment brought the both of them a little deeper into the tentacle's dominance."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: These crab-like machines were designed as a type of riot suppression tool. They seek out an aggressive target and latch onto the face, using in-built headphones and a screen to play hypnotizing media. Unfortunately, all units have gone rogue, and victims become extremely sexually active | [
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"content": "\"Commander Rosa, we have a situation, Ma'am.\" Intelligence reported, attempting to keep a professional tone.\n\n\"Is it regarding the New Seattle riots?\" Rosa asked. She'd always been a competent civil strategist if a bit overly focused on the objective.\n\nIntelligence shook her head. \"No ma'am, the New Seattle riot has been dealt with. Riot Control seems to be broadcasting a new threat.\"\n\n*What?!* Rosa thought nervously. There was always some damn protest going on these days, but now it seemed to be increasing in intensity. Even with the best suppression robots there was still a limit to the number of incidents they could respond to.\n\n\"Put it on screen.\" She ordered. What they saw created more questions than answers.\n\nThe feed came from a nearby private security drone feed. It showed footage of the 'situation' from 30 feet up. T9850-P bots, dubbed 'Crabs', were sprinting down a busy walkway. Confused onlookers watched as they ran past... and attacked a completely unarmed woman. True to their normal pacification procedure, two Crabs pined the woman down while another latched onto her skull. If they were following procedure still, they would begin playing anti-riot propaganda in order to non-lethally pacify the target.\n\n*Oh my God.* \"What were the charges for that woman's arrest?\" Rosa demanded to know.\n\nIntelligence shook her head again. \"No known criminal history, no prior arrests, and no warrants. They just attacked her, and we can't seem to get a response from their control servers.\"\n\nThere was a pause before the next order. \"Issue a recall order for all T9850 series robots within the region. Get personnel there immediately. I want a press blackout. If word gets out about this the media will have our asses.\"\n\n\\---\n\n*24 Hours Later*\n\nAll of the phones in the situation room continued to ring. A cacophony of nervous and fatigued agents couples with news reports could be heard.\n\n\"Ma'am, we got another one. Austin Texas this time.\"\n\n\"Same as all the other ones! Issue the recall and get agents on the ground asap.\"\n\n\"We're at capacity Ma'am. All the agents are in the fields.\" *Dammit all to hell and back!* Rose wanted to shout at the top of her lungs.\n\nIn the span of a day they had received two dozen reports matching the one from New Seattle. Crabs across the country had been attacking innocent bystanders and 'pacifying' them.\n\nWhat's worse, once pacified, the victims appeared to become mindless. They were unreachable by specialists and seem to attack men on sight, seeking to be fucked manically by any male they could find.\n\nThis had already blown into a full PR shitstorm as the most successful peacekeeping agency in history now had to openly admit their robots were rogue. It was only salt on the wound though; the real situation was the exponential growth of the attacks. At this rate, half the country would be mindless fuck-zombies by the end of the week.\n\n*Our hands are tied* \"Get me the CEO and chief security engineer of IntelliForce. We're going to have to use the nuclear option here.\"\n\n\\--\n\n*48 hours later*\n\nDespite the continued ringing of the phones, and demands for answers there was no longer response from the agency. Rose had ordered lines to be cut and survivors of the Crab incursion to seek refuge in agency departments and emergency shelters where possible.\n\nTrue to their estimates, entire droves of women had been turned into mindless fuck-zombies that moaned and demanded to be used. What men remained in the infested areas regularly found themselves surrounded by cock-hungry hordes. There was no confirmed report of their fate, though it is assumed they are drained dry from exhaustion.\n\nThe reports had spiked, and now every major city was being overrun by Crabs. It didn't take many, as they were designed to efficiently pacify large groups of people. The army declined to intervene, fearing the massive friendly fire. Hackers failed as well; this rogue system made the Crabs independent machines no longer dependent on a server for commands.\n\n\"Uhhhh, Ma'am\" A nervous, yet very tired intelligence flagged Rosa down.\n\n\"Report\" Rosa demanded, sounding twenty years older.\n\n\"We have another situation... but this one...\"\n\n\"Get to the point!\" Rosa demanded, her patience long since worn thin.\n\nIntelligence zoomed the feed... to their office building. Dozens of Crabs could be seen scaling it.\n\n\"Initiate lockdown procedures!\" Rosa shouted over the intercom.\n\n\\--\n\n*72 hours later*\n\nThe loud banging continued into the morning. The Crabs had breached the other nineteen floors of the agency building and severed communications with the outside world completely. If help was coming, they had no way of knowing.\n\nThe remaining survivors took refuge in the situation room. In there the largest, thickest doors in the city served as the last line of defense for the members of the agency. Rosa thought back to when the designer had bragged about those blast doors. *It would take roughly 89 years for an assault bot to breach them.* That thought had provided more comfort when it hadn't had to be tested.\n\n\"Ma'am things aren't looking too great.\" Rosa didn't respond. She couldn't argue. The nation was likely collapsing around them, they were surrounded by Crabs that wanted to turn them into cock-sluts, and the only thing keeping them safe was a thick metal door.\n\n\"If we don't make through this rookie, it was an honor.\" Intelligence nodded.\n\nRosa began thinking long term. If they were to survive they had to think of provisions. Food and water would need to be procured. Maybe there was a way to sneak out of the buil-\n\nTHUD. A vent shot open and out popped a CRAB. It hit the ground and immediately went for Rosa's face.\n\n\\---\n\n\"Nooooooo, ugggghhhh\" She moaned, her grip with reality slipping with each orgasm the unseen force instilled upon her.\n\nShe continued to stare at the wonderful spiral as it gave her new directives. Small wirings had forced her eyes open and those blanks orbs were now moistened entirely by the crab-like assailant latched to her head.\n\nThe victim had no bearing on where she was, the last time she had seen a world beyond the spiral felt like weeks ago. Or maybe it was years? It didn't matter. That world was gone, and the only thing left was to submit to her new way of thinking.\n\n\"I love sucking cock. I love being a fuckdoll. I love having no free will.\" *I love sucking - no, please! - cock. I love being a fuckdoll, I love having no free will.*\n\nWhat continued to make her incredibly wet all this time wasn't the suggestions she was being fed, but her belief that they were her choosing. In the back of her head a strong, independent voice still screamed in defiance, but that voice was easily drowned out by a new inner monologue that demanded obedience to the robotic voice of her master.\n\nThe vibrating machine wound up again. Her coherent thoughts were drowned in a wave of distorting pleasure. She couldn't withstand the gentle assault on her clit. The propaganda was breaching the last line of her mind's defenses.\n\n\"I live to be fucked. I live to drink cum. My mind is empty\" *No!*\n\n*\"Personality installation 98% complete. Personality override will begin upon the next orgasm.\"*\n\nThe vibrator increased its tempo and the victim continued to writhe. With the small remainder of her inner strength, she tried to remove herself from the machine, but the movement registered as little more than the wiggle of toes.\n\nAs she came she felt her memories begin to vanish. Years of her life and history, her ideas and values, her being were all washed away and replaced with thoughts of being a mindless fuckslave.\n\n*OOOOOOOHHHHGGGOOOOOOOODDDDDD.*\n\nA final shudder and moan, and the vibrator came to a dead stop. The crab-like slavemaker released its long-held victim and began the hunt anew.\n\nRosa, now Pleasurebot589, slowly stood up and began her new journey of seeking cock."
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"content": "Tagging u/jpalpha6 and u/Sorcererstone458.\n\n********\n\n*Hi there! My name is Magda and I'm an accomplished sorceress*\n\nBackspace backspace backspace. \n\n*30-something demonologist seeks*\n\nBackspace backspace backspace. \n\n*Got wishes you need granted? Come see Magda!*\n\nNope, that's no good either.\n\nI sighed and closed the page, giving up for the moment. I had thought that sacrificing most of my prime youthful years in the pursuit of studying sorcery was hard. No one had prepared me for the world of online dating. \n\nI couldn't even get a solid bio going. I wondered idly if there was a way to use magic to get a man.\n\nThen I wondered not so idly.\n\nI stretched out my right hand, palm up, and muttered the command that summoned one of my familiars. His diminutive impish form appeared standing in my palm. Yeah, he's a bit small when he shows up here, but believe me, size isn't everything. I call him Pixel, because in some ways, he's a lot like a cat.\n\nPixel? Cat who walks through walls? Heinlein's *Doorway Into Summer*? No? Just me then.\n\nPixel settled on my hand, glanced at the computer screen, and then back at me.\n\n\"Still no luck, boss?\" I shook my head.\n\n\"No, but I have a task for you and the others.\"\n\n\"Sure boss, what's up?\"\n\nI mustered up the proper intonation for giving a command. \"Go forth across the worlds and find me a suitable mate *don't you give me that look!*\" Pixel straightened his face from the incredibly condescending expression he could get sometimes when he felt I was being particularly thick.\n\n\"Sorry, boss, just...really? You want us to do your dating for you?\"\n\n\"No! Not that, just...\" I sighed. \"Look, I'll do my own dating. You just have to bring me the guy to date. Not physically!\" I added quickly. What a nightmare that would be. \"Not at first. Bring me, um...a likeness. And some information about him. And then we'll see who suits.\"\n\nThere was a long pause, and somehow, without changing his expression, he managed to convey how disgusted he was. He made a mocking little bow and vanished with a melodramatic *puff* of violet smoke.\n\nNow he and my other two familiars, Poe (a raven-shaped sort of animal spirit) and Greg (the spirit of a man named Greg) would go and do the looking for me.\n\nOh, sorry. You were probably expecting big scary demons with names you recognize, right? I never said I was a *great* sorceress. Just that I *was* one. Power wise, I'd say I'm somewhere between Merlin and Oz.\n\nOh, fine. I'm probably closer to Mickey from that *Sorceror's Apprentice* bit from *Fantasia*. But I still spent ten years to get here, and now I was really lonely. I wanted to find a boyfriend. A boyfriend who would hopefully become a husband. Maybe even make me a mother. And all those years that people spend dating, practicing their social interactions and figuring out what they want?\n\nYeah, I spent those doing this. Hey, it seemed like a good idea at the time.\n\nAnyway. I settled back to wait. Hopefully, it wouldn't take long.\n\nPixel appeared about five minutes later. He settled on the edge of my desk, pointed to the middle of my living room, and a projection of a man appeared. He was decently tall, with dark brown hair and kind hazel eyes. His clothing was a bit outdated, though. If I had to guess, he was wearing 18th century fashion.\n\n\"Pixel,\" I said, \"how old is this man?\"\n\n\"Lessee...one hundred and eighty-five years, on August 23rd.\"\n\n\"Okay. Um.\" I struggled to find words for a moment. \"Pixel, they have to be *alive* for me to date them.\"\n\n\"Picky picky.\" The projection vanished, and I turned back to the imp. \"Any other restrictions you'd like to impose? Or is 'alive' good enough?\" Jeez, he was really peeved about this. He hadn't been this hung up on technicalities since I asked him to wash my car and he shrunk it down and put it in the sink. It had taken me *ages* to get it to stop smelling like the garbage disposal.\n\n\"Alive is definitely important,\" I mused. \"He has to be into women. Speaks English.\" Don't judge me. I have enough on my plate without trying to learn another language. \"That's all I can think of right now.\"\n\n\"Righty-o.\" He vanished again. Pink smoke this time.\n\nNext time, it was Poe that fluttered in and settled on my desk. He *caw*ed firmly, and an image of a different man appeared.\n\nWell...\"man\" was a strong word...\"male\" was probably better... Oh, he was attractive, alright. Very pretty, in fact. And I had no doubt that he *spoke* English, at least some, although how much he understood was up for debate.\n\nThe image of a very lovely scarlet macaw hovered in my apartment. \n\n\"Caw?\" Poe looked at me expectantly.\n\n\"Poe, no...he has to be *human*, Poe,\" I groaned. The raven ruffled his feathers, clearly a bit disgruntled, and flew out through my window. He passed through the closed glass like it wasn't there.\n\nMore time passed. I got hungry, so I went into the kitchen and made myself a snack. When I got back, Pixel was perched on my desk again, and another potential mate was displayed for my consideration.\n\nI groaned. I recognized him immediately, of course; who doesn't know the face of Barack Obama?\n\n\"What is it this time?\" Pixel asked, sounding annoyed. \"He's alive, he's human, he speaks English, he's into women! All the boxes, ticked.\"\n\n\"Pixel, the man is *married*,\" I complained. \"*Famously* married.\"\n\n\"You never said he had to be single. I asked if you had restrictions, and you never said single.\"\n\nDo you see what I have to put up with? Almighty power my left foot.\n\n\"Pixel,\" I forced out through gritted teeth, \"anyone I'm going to date has to be *available* for me to date.\"\n\n\"Is sharing okay?\"\n\n\"What? No!\" \n\n\"Jeez, you really *are* picky.\" He stood up to leave, grumbling.\n\n\"Pixel I swear to God that if you purposely pick another dud because you think this task is beneath you so help me-\" No good, he was gone. His pink smoke shaped itself into a series of tiny hearts.\n\nSmart ass.\n\nI was about ready to give up on the whole thing, and go back to doing it myself, which I really should have just done in the first place, come to think of it. I sighed and opened the browser again, determined to give it one more go.\n\n\"Mistress?\" I turned. Oh, good, it was Greg. He used to be human. Surely he had someone at least *somewhat* suitable.\n\n\"Greg! Tell me you found someone.\" My eyes widened as another spirit stepped into my living room. She was average height, with mousy brown hair and glasses. (I don't know why some spirits choose to keep their infirmities after they pass. Maybe it's familiar?)\n\n\"Greg, what is this?\"\n\n\"Mistress, my apologies. I was on the hunt when I bumped into Charlene, she's an old friend of mine, Charlene, this is Mistress Magda, Mistress Magda, Charlene.\"\n\n\"Yes, nice to meet you, Charlene.\" I returned my attention to Greg, and let impatience seep into my tone. \"Greg, what is Charlene doing *here*?\"\n\n\"Well, it turns out that she's also working for a sorcerer, who apparently had a very similar idea to yours not too long ago, and...well... she hasn't found anyone for him yet. I mentioned that maybe you might be interested in meeting him?\"\n\nTriumph at last! I nodded enthusiastically, and gestured for the two of them to come further into the room. \"Sure, I'm interested. Charlene, do you mind sharing a picture?\"\n\nThe quiet girl shook her head and pointed. I turned, looked, and-\n\nOh. *Oh.* \"That, uh...\" That was David, my ex-boyfriend from high school. He was the healthiest relationship I had ever had, true, but only by virtue of being the *only* relationship I had ever had. We had broken up when it came time to leave for college. There had been some trust issues, some control issues, some fidelity issues... I started to say no, out of reflex, but then I stopped myself. People can grow and change a lot in ten or fifteen years, I had to admit. And he certainly had changed. For the better, at least physically. Actually, he had become quite handsome.\n\nBlack hair, medium length, deep blue eyes. He had nice facial structure too, improved from when he was a teenager, but not so changed that I didn't recognize him. Maybe he had done some spellwork to soothe his vanity. I knew I had. He was smiling, a genuine smile that reached his eyes. That smile hadn't changed a bit, and it still made me go a bit weak in the knees.\n\n\"Does he know?\" I asked. \"Who I am?\"\n\n\"Not yet, Mistress.\" Okay, not ideal. But I could work with this. And it would be nice, to date a fellow magic user. Someone who understood the business. Yeah, okay.\n\n\"Alright, sure, take him my picture. See if he's interested.\" I wasn't at all certain he would be. But maybe...maybe I had changed too? And maybe it was in a way he liked.\n\n\"Not necessary, Magda,\" I heard a voice say behind me, and I turned.\n\nOh, that cheeky bastard. That wasn't a projection at all. That was really him. He was watching me through the image.\n\n\"Oh, wow. Hi, David, long time no see?\" I could feel my cheeks burning. Ugh, I hate being embarrassed. And I hate it when someone else gets the upper hand on me. \n\n\"Sure has been. You look good, Magda.\"\n\n\"Thanks, you too!\" Oh shit. Too chipper. Down, girl, play it cool. \"I mean, yeah, so, Greg tells me you're looking for a potential partner, and it so happens that I also am looking for a potential partner, and...\"\n\n\"Would you like to grab dinner?\"\n\nI breathed a big sigh of relief. \"Yes! Yes, I'd like that.\"\n\n\"Excellent. I'll be there in...\" He looked down, maybe checking his watch. \"...about forty-five minutes. Is that enough time?\"\n\n\"Yeah! Sure, no problem.\"\n\nHe grinned at me. \"Awesome! I'll see you then.\" The image disappeared, and so did Charlene. Greg remained, and if he hadn't been spectral, I could have hugged him.\n\nI, Magda Estilene, sorceress of the sixth order, devotee of literature, and cultivator of stomach butterflies, had a date."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [IP] You didn't Expect to run into your teacher during your vacation, but having a familiar face to talk to wasn't so bad. After deciding the two of you might as well enjoy a day on the beach together, you begin to notice how attractive she's always been to you. | [
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"content": "I always loved Ms. Tanaka's chemistry class. Sure, I like balancing an equation as much as anyone, but what I really loved was watching her tiny frame stretching up to write on the white board. Her skirt always hugged her little rear and I found it so, so easy to focus on her lessons. \n\nWhen my parents said they were taking the three of us to a little cabin in a beach town for two week, I was excited and filled with dread at the same time. Excitement at the idea of sun and the sea and beach bodies as far as I could see. Dread at the idea of spending two weeks with my parents day in and day out. \n\nWhen we got there, the little cottage was cute and comfy. I even had a room to myself, with its own door onto the porch. The town was much smaller than I had imagined. Rather than the hordes of college-aged beach babes, the shore was peppered with older couples and families like my own. My heart sank when I realized there wouldn't be surrounded by girls in bikinis for two weeks. \n\nBut the second day, as I was just sitting on a beach towel soaking up the afternoon sun and trying to imagine any possible diversion, I heard something I simply never expected. A small, familiar voice, tinged with surprise and a note I couldn't quite place. \n\n\"Johnson? Johnson Clark? It's so good to see you!\" I opened my eyes and looked up. Ms. Tanaka was standing a few feet from where I lay. She was wearing a cropped white t-shirt and translucent white wrap around her waist, but I could see a tiny blue-and-yellow-striped bikini under it. She had a large straw hat on top of her shoulder-length black hair and large sunglasses perched on her forehead. She carried a pink bag was over her arm, with a corked bottle of wine peeking out the top. A rolled up beach towel was under her other arm. She had a huge smile on her face and slightly lidded eyes.\n\n\"Ms. Tanaka!\" I almost shouted as I stood up and stepped toward her. She didn't step back and I wrapped my arms around her for a moment in a familiar hug. \"You know I go by Johnny. How's your summer going?\" I asked. \n\nShe wrapped her arms back around me, her hands on my back and hat creasing against my sun warmed chest. She held the hug for a moment, then two, before letting go. She stayed standing close to me as she responded. \n\n\"It's better now seeing you, Johnny! How long are you here for?\"\n\n\"Just two weeks, me and my parents,\" I replied. \"I got here yesterday. It's a smaller town than I guessed and there hasn't been much to do.\"\n\n\"Sa-a-a-ame!\" she exclaimed. \"I've just been reading a little and...\" she hiccuped \"...drinking a little wine. So many families and, I don't know, just not all that many folks around our ages to talk to.\" I was relieved to hear her frustrations, but surprised to hear her say \"our\" ages. \n\n\"Ms. Tanaka - I'm sorry to ask but how old are you?\" She shrugged and smiled.\n\n\"Johnny, you know never to ask a woman her age.\" She put a hand on my arm and took a little step towards me. \"But since you're my fa-a-a-avorite,\" drawing out the vowel on the word, \"I'll tell you. I'm 27! Maybe younger than you'd guess with those dowdy little outfits I always wear to work. How old are you? 17?\"\n\n\"I turned 18 in June! And Ms. Tanaka, I really like the way you dress,\" I told her. \"Why don't you come sit with me?\" I asked.\n\n\"Oh Johnny, I'd lo-o-ove to!\" She set her bag in the sand and unfurled her beach towel just a few inches from where mine lay. \"It's so-o-o good to see a familiar face. And such a sweetheart too. It's a shame there aren't more girls your age around here, I'd be worried I wouldn't get you to myself,\" she giggled. She lowered herself to her towel and unwrapped her skirt, tossing it into her sand next to her bag. She stretched out and rolled onto her stomach with her head cradled in her arms. I lowered myself next to her and laid my head back not far from her own face. She lifted her hat up from her face and winked at me."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: It’s infinitely easier to send androids into space than it is humans, and out among the stars the ratio is hundreds to one. There are some downsides to this… and benefits. | [
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"content": "The clock struck 13, signaling the beginning of the crew’s lunch break. Not that the time mattered. In transit through space any way of measuring time other than the meaningless observation of the vibrations of Ceasium atoms useless. Earth standard 24 hour days only really existed as a way to give the small human crew a schedule that functioned with their biological clock. While the rest of the humans on Arc 13 slept in cryogenic stasis, the lucky, or perhaps unlucky, crew of 7 were tasked with seeing the ship to its destination while making sure that the various artificial intelligences that ran the individual features of the ship stayed on task. \n\nIt, of course, all fell upon the shoulders of leaders like Captain Maria Davis. She sat alone in her quarters, a cramped, but less so than the rest of the ship, room decorated with reminders of a time long past. She brushed her long blond hair back and opened up a dehydrated food bar before sitting down. “I could use a break. That engine failure nearly gave me a heart attack.” She sighed. She munched on her now all to familiar meal and leaned back in her bed. Her eyes jolted around the room, moving from a picture of the day she graduated military school, too a picture of her and her now frozen boyfriend standing in front of the Statue of Liberty, one thankfully I amen before the New York bombing. She let out another sigh before pulling a more intimate photo of the two of them out from her bedside drawer. She finished her meal bar and tossed it into the recycling bin. “Just two more years, then we’ll be somewhere new. We’ll be able to start over where we left off.” She closed her eyes, smiled, and began rubbing herself between her legs through her thick space suit.\n\nJust as she was reaching for her suit’s zipper, she heard the sound of the doors to her room open. “Hello captain Davis.” Said a annoyingly familiar mechanical yet feminine voice, a voice that sounded recognizably human but had the odd mechanical consistency of a machine stringing together prerecorded sound bytes. \n\nMaria put the photo back into her drawer and returned too a sitting position. “What do you want Halie?” She growled out. \n\nHalie was a A.I. in a humanoid body, something not too odd for the robotic crew mates that had to interact with the human crew frequently. What was unusual is that it was a Gynoid, modeled to look like a human woman as much as possible. It, or rather she as the crew preferred to call her, had the appearance of a petit young woman and had the distinction of being the only A.I. on the ship with human facial features and expressions, likely a design feature to help her better serve as the ship’s medic. “I just wanted to make sure that you were uninjured. You were nearly hit by shrapnel in the explosion earlier today.”\n\n“I’m fine. Besides weren’t you... or one of you at least sucked out into space because of that?” Maria asked. \n\n“Yes. But I am replaceable, you are not.” She said with a unflinching smile. “It’s my sworn duty to make sure that every human on this ship make it to their destination in top physical and mental health. Now, let me look at you.”\n\n“You’re not going to leave until I do are you.” She sighed before unzipping her suit and throwing it to the ground, leaving her standing there wearing nothing but a tank top and underwear. “Go ahead.”\n\nHalie walked around her tapping and rubbing various parts of her body. “Tell me if anything hurts.” \n\nMaria stood in the middle of the room as Halie scanned and prodded at her, until she noticed that she was taking longer than usual around her waist. Halie slowly rubbed Maria’s thighs and stared intently at her pelvis. “Are you done yet?” She asked in frustration, hoping to return to what had become a daily or activity these last few months.\n\n“You’re uninjured. However, before I go, I would like to talk to you about your masturbation habits.” Halie said with the same ever present smile.\n\nMaria’s eyes popped wide open for a second. “I don’t think that’s any of your business!”\n\n“To the contrary.” Halie said before standing up to look her in the eye. “When you first boarded this ship 21 months ago, you masturbated on average once to twice a week. It’s now become a daily, or twice daily event. Your vital sighs suggest that you achieve orgasm with a success rate of only 17%.”\n\n“How do you know all this! And I still fail too see why it’s your business.”\n\n“I monitor the vitals of every human on this ship. Of the crew members, you masturbate the most and have the lowest success rate. I’m beginning to worry that this is having a negative effect of your judgment. You’ve been making more significant errors as captain of late and I believe this to be the reason. Your heart rate and pupil dilation suggests that-“\n\n****\n\nI’ll finish this one tomorrow"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A princess needs a vacation, so she seeks out a dragon to 'kidnap' her, and brings along her most loyal knight to chaperone her. None of the parties involved expected this to turn into a torrid threesome. | [
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"content": ">Author's note: Features FFM, Fantasy and hangover themes.\n\n\"Y-Your highness, what is the meaning of this?\" The handmaiden stammered as she hastened her footsteps to keep up with the brisk pace of Princess Fialla II.\n\n\"Vacation.\" She simply repeated herself, carrying her parasol in her arm and heading towards the exit. \"Sir Horace?\"\n\nThe heavy footsteps and metal clang came round the corner as the royal knight came in, wearing both protective gear as well as the princess royal baggages. \"Coming, milady!\"\n\nOnce again, the handmaiden tried to plead to rationality. \"B-but Princess Fialla! T-the king w-will, he will hang you for this...\"\n\n\"Don't care, on vacation!\" The princess exclaimed. \"I'll send you all cards. Byeeee!\"\n\nBoth Princess as well as royal knight walked past the halls and out of the castle keep. The king, finally informed by his somewhat loyal servants, had taken after them in disbelief, running towards them just as they reached the hill outside. But before the king could admonish his own daughter, said daughter thrusted upwards her right hand, holding an emblem the size of a dinner plate.\n\n\"Chrysantheme!\" She yelled out, and before her voice had even echoed back, a giant beast of a dragon flew into view from the mountainside, quickly flying towards the hill as the princess turned back towards the town, seemingly mouthing some words.\n\nThe king ran towards her. \"Fialla, get to safety! There's a dragon coming! Run for your life.\" Ever hastier and hastier, he nearly stumbled as he ran to save his daughter, prevent what he had seen before with her very mother. Though it was only now, that he heard the tail end of what his daughter was saying.\n\n\"...and - Three!\" With a hearty leap and a grasp of the dresses' hem, both Princess Fialla as well as Sir Horace jumped up, vanished. The king feared the two of them snatched, eaten mid-flight by the foul beast, only to spot them waving away from the dragon's back.\n\nThe king dropped to the ground, exasperated. \"Bless the maddened, she had already tamed the damn thing.\"\n\n***\n\nPrincess Fialla II awoke feeling both an comfortable warmth at her chest but an eerie chill at her feet. She opened her eyes, and saw the ceiling of a wooden tavern room. And as the gaze wandered further down, she noticed that she wasn't alone in the tavern room, and especially not alone in the tavern bed.\n\n\"Sir Horace?\" She said.\n\n\"Mmgh...\" The knight groaned out, slowly rising from sleep. \"Yes, milady?\"\n\n\"How did I end up here?\"\n\n\"I... dunno... Magic or something...\" He replied, mumbling still. \"Magic's usually the answer. Can I sleep, this pillow was so comfortaaa**aaahhh**!\" Horace now snapped fully awake, and fully realized where *here* was and what *here* implied. \"I terribly apologize, milady, for seeing you naked, I shall rescind from your sight immedia- Oh god, I am naked, too! Please ease my mind by telling me I hadn't robbed milady of her virginity!\"\n\n\"Relax, Horace... I... well, drat, I don't remember...\" Fialla replied, retrieving the blanket from the ground and covering her chest with it.\n\n\"Oh, this is not good, I fear, this is verily not good. The king will ask for my head, at best. I, I need to- Whoa!\" Trying to navigate the mess of clothes and armor, he stepped on what he presumed to be a pile of cloth and pillows, only to feel the light resistance of flesh, causing him to flinch away in fright of another witness, another person in Princess Fialla's bedroom. \"Who are you, reveal yourself!\"\n\nThe pile on the ground groaned, and mumbled incoherently. Slowly, a hand of pristine smoothness and bronze teint stretched as someone woke up. \"Jesus, it is barely the dawn, what got into you...\"\n\n\"Wait, Horace, I think that is-\"\n\nHorace waited no more, though, and removed the covering cloth, revealing a completely undressed, completely sweat-coated female adorning several tattoos and marks on her skin. And at the sight, even the knight connected the dots. \"Chrysantheme...\"\n\n\"Jeez, yes... and I am really tired. So if you don't have anything you need me to do, I'd really enjoy the rest.\"\n\nFialla looked both curiously as well as determinedly in the dragon's eyes. \"Chrysantheme, I fear I may have forgotten a step or two... Where are we, and *why* exactly are we naked?\"\n\nChrysantheme stretched a bit more, and spit out a puff of flame to warm her face. \"Of course. Probably that dumb drink the bartender mixed up. Give me a second to get just a bit more awake and I'll - lord almighty am I parched, where's the damn bottle...\" The evidently human-looking dragon rummaged through some piles and lifted up a bottle of wine, and began shaking it, it's little content moving within. \"Still some in here, hah! Anyways, where was I...\" She drank the contents.\n\n\"Ah, yes. The *what happened*'s on your mind. Well, it started when you said you two were never in Banagirya. A short and quick flight later, we got here. I walked you around, showed the bazaar, burnt some robbers to crisps, yadda yadda yadda, and then your highness got tipsy.\"\n\nFialla felt some realisation kick in. \"Oh no.\"\n\n\"Yeah, after that, you started offering some of these dumb wagers... okay I must admit, they were funny. Not to mention how Horace kept one-upping them.\"\n\nHorace looked aside. \"I really shouldn't be drinking on the job.\" he said, causing Chrysantheme to laugh out.\n\n\"Hah, yeah... no. You were like, super sober. Kept saying something about having to be the rational one. Well, you were super sober, until like, deep in the night. I'll get to that, don't worry. So anyways, you bet on us doing this dumb shit, and offered part of the royal coffers in return.\"\n\nFialla gulped. \"How much did I promise you?\"\n\n\"Promise? About thirty percent, across the night. Though every time I even got something, you just kept winning it back. Stars in heaven, I still hear it: \"*Hey, Cryssa, nauw'ss your turn fffor a wa- a wage, a wa-wa -your turn for a bet! Huh? Buy and eat the barkeep's shoelaces? Okay, I'll try!\"*... Didn't get a single coin.\"\n\nFialla sighed in relief, a sentiment not shared by Horace. He asked. \"I kept... one-upping them? How?\"\n\nChrysantheme smiled. \"Well, for starters, your first wager. You asked your fair lady to wear your armor and clothing for a minute. Of course, that left you... stark naked for that minute.\"\n\nThe knight scrunched up his lips. \"I'd be the one to forget such a detail while still sober.\"\n\n\"Later on, you bet against me in a wrestling fight. And lost. Natural talent, baby. After that, some wagers about flirting with some lady, some guy. Lastly... You dared us to drink the barkeep's speciality.\"\n\nNow, Fialla was intrigued again. \"Barkeep's speciality? I don't remember anything of the sort.\"\n\n\"Means it worked for you. He said someone drinking would forget the night they were going to have. And you, lovely little knight... bet that if we drank it, not only were you going to drink it too, but also going to catch up to your princess' level of intoxication.\"\n\nHorace rolled with his eyes. \"And let me guess: I had to down several mugs of ale about thirteen seconds later?\"\n\nThe dragon giggled.\"Fialla gulped it down before you finished describing the wager. And I did soon after, knowing that I wasn't going to get intoxicated anyways. Then, we went upstairs, and on the offer of our royal princess... We played *Never have I ever*.\"\n\n\"And I agreed?\" Horace pondered.\n\n\"Well, the terms were ripe. You got to know someone better, and you'd forget anything and everything the next day after.\"\n\nFialla butted in. \"And did we, when discussing the game, ever get told that you'd remember clearly since you can stomach poisons with ease?\"\n\n\"Pff, no. Why would I stop you from embarassing yourselves?\"\n\n\"Okay.\" Horace asked. \"And we went from this to sleeping naked?\"\n\n\"Hah, sleeping.\"\n\n\"*Sir* Horace... I think that's a no.\" Fialla said, somewhat smirking.\n\n\"Milady, I don't see how you presume you are not included in a menage a trois of sorts when the evidence points to the contrary. Moreso, I don't think your likely insemination is a matter of jovial chatter.\"\n\n\"*My sir*, thou art a bit daft, methinks.\" the princess replied. \"There are two females at play, and who seems more exerted of our trio, who laments the most of lack of sleep and thus might be the more exhausted. Surely, you don't presume yourself to be the person caught in the middle.\"\n\n\"I- err, I would never presume to have sullied the princess, but the evidence seemed to point to-\"\n\n\"Oh for pete's sake!\" Chrysantheme cried out. \"The princess is drawn to her own kind. Not too easy to swallow when you're in love with her, I know, but can we get on with it? I'd prefer to head to bed again.\"\n\nSuddenly, silence struck where chatter and banter had flourished a few moments prior. Each person unaware thinking of the revelation they had forgotten before. It was Sir Horace who broke the silence first. \"W... Well I think we should be heading back to the castle, I presume. Your majesty probably is deathly afraid of what happened to milady, and I, uh, I think it may have been a bit prudent to have started this vacation in such dire times.\" He started to get dressed. \"Anyhow, seeing as our ride home must surely rest up, I shall make preparations downstairs to get everything ready for when you shall awake.\"\n\nWith somewhat haste, the knight had left the room. The dragon looked at the princess and shrugged. \"Too directly?\"\n\nThe addressed princess took a breath, and Princess Fialla II spoke. \"Chrysantheme.\"\n\n\"Yes, your majesty?\"\n\n\"Go after Horace. Find him. Make him forget about me and my preferences. Be it speciality or wager or a little more *hands-on* way, I don't care in what way.\"\n\nChrysantheme gulped. \"Yes, your highness.\"\n\n\"Good.\"\n\nAs the dragoness got dressed with fearful haste and darted outside to get to work, Princess Fialla smiled. \"Dear my, I already tamed the poor thing.\""
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"content": "The one on the left was super stacked. She had on a blue blouse over a white miniskirt, and I'm sure she left the top three buttons open out of necessity rather than for looks, which she managed anyway. Her full lips formed a tiny smirk as her brown eyes looked me up and down like a child takes in a new toy. As we locked eyes, she winked, and flipped her black hair at me. Long fingers twirled a pen over crossed knees. A sign behind her said 'Beth - Dom'.\n\nThe one on the right looked younger than Beth did and kind of reminded me of Beth in a way. I'd later find out the two were sisters. Her sign said 'Wendy - Sub'. She looked uncomfortable to be there, arms crossed over her abdomen, brown eyes shifting between the floor and me. Her long brown hair was messy, mostly hiding under her hoodie which she kept zipped up. I glanced downwards, and noticed she was wearing a tight pair of mom jeans that accentuated her perfect ass. As soon as she caught me staring her feet began to shuffle and she gazed at the spot between the toes of her sneakers intently.\n\nCleo, the counter girl, just waved at them in a manner that wouldn't be amiss at any other retail job. \"We have more, of course, but these two come in highly recommended. So, again, would you like a Dom or a Sub?\"\n\nI had no fucking clue, to be honest. Both Wendy and Beth looked gorgeous, in each of their own ways. Beth looked like she belonged in a music video, mercilessly teasing the camera with her rack, while I would have loved to see Wendy bend over to reach at something on the bottom shelf of the grocery. Personality wise...I wasn't sure about either of them.\n\n\"I don't really know,\" I finally managed. \"Both of them seem...nice.\"\n\n\"Nice?\" I turned to my left. Beth was laughing, a mean cackle that sounded eerily like every bitch cheerleader making fun of the nerd in gym class. \"Man, I feel like you should pick me just so I can show you how 'nice' I am.\" She did that inverted commas thing with her fingers. \"Looks like we have an indecisive one. Maybe you need a firm hand to guide you? Someone to rely on? Being strong is tiring...I know that for a fact. Be weak. Let me be strong for you,\" she licked her lips, and I felt myself get just a little bit hard at the sight.\n\nI glanced at Cleo. \"Is, uh, talking free?\"\n\n\"For the first fifteen minutes,\" Cleo said, not looking up from her phone. She seemed bored as fuck. \"But after that you gotta choose or leave, my man.\"\n\n\"Gotcha. Fifteen.\" I went up to the cage that Beth sat in, and Beth dragged her stool closer to the chain link fence, arms folded to give her breasts more volume. \"So...Beth, huh?\"\n\n\"That's Miss Beth to you, perv,\" she whispered, and while I didn't exactly like being called a 'perv' by a Rent Girl there was something in the way she said it that turned me on. Maybe it was the wink at the end. Yeah, that was it. We were so close I could have kissed her through the chain links, her perfume intoxicating. Beth wasn't just making me hard, she was making talking to her hard too.\n\n\"Uhh. What, what, what would you do if we went out?\"\n\n\"Wot wot wot. You got a stutter or something, perv?\" She grinned. \"Nothing crazy, if that's what you're worried about. Safe, Sane, Consensual. Other than that though...anything goes.\"\n\n\"Okay, ummm...when we have sex-\"\n\n\"IF!\" She corrected me, heeled foot kicking the fence so suddenly I jumped back. That made her laugh again. \"If, little perv.\"\n\n\"Wait, aren't you - \"\n\n\"Me? You have to earn it, perv,\" she said, twirling her pen faster and faster. \"What's the point of paying someone just to spread her legs? It works in a pinch, sure, but you don't come here just to, haha, come. I can make you want it so bad you'd let me degrade you until you feel less than human. I can make you want me so bad you'll do anything and everything I say. I can make you want it for so long, even when I let you take a five second glance at me you will feel rewarded like a good little doggy. Now tell me, ain't that worth more than just plain old sex?\"\n\n\"It sure is,\" a soft, squeaky voice intruded. I turned to see Wendy standing close to the chain link fence, inches away from the wall between her and Beth. Beth looked angrily at the wall and slammed her fist against it twice.\n\n\"Fuck off Wendy! Go back to that toilet you crawled out of.\"\n\nWendy squeaked, almost exactly like a mouse, and retreated back to the opposite side of the cage. Guessing I had maybe eight or seven minutes left, I left Beth's side of the cage and stood in front of Wendy. She had resumed her original position on her stool, staring at the floor.\n\n\"Hey. Wendy, right?\"\n\nShe looked up, and after a second nodded. \"Yes.\"\n\nI nodded in Beth's general direction. \"You don't seem like her at all. It's weird that you'd agree with her.\"\n\n\"What? Oh,\" she stared at her hands, wringing them as she spoke, \"Beth likes to give. I like to take.\"\n\n\"What does that mean?\"\n\n\"You know what she said,\" she lifted her head, looking straight at me now, \"about wanting it so bad, you'd let her call you a piece of shit?\" A smile crept on her face, eerily out of place on her. \"I love that. I want to want it so bad.\"\n\n\"Jeez,\" I whispered under my breath. A bit louder, I said, \"So...if we went out, you would...\"\n\n\"Do whatever you tell me to.\"\n\n\"And what if I told you to...be normal?\"\n\nFor a moment I saw a little bit of Beth in her as she smirked. \"Come on. Really? I said I would do whatever you want me to. Is the most you can think of to tell me to be normal?\"\n\n\"Well, what do you suggest?\"\n\n\"Make me strip naked in public,\" she said, eyes growing wild. Her smile grew wider, and her timidness seemed to shrink away from her. \"Write the word 'whore' on my forehead and make me lick the soles of your shoes clean. Use your belt to brand me with your anger,\" she paused, closed her eyes and gasped a bit, as if just thinking about me beating her was enough to turn her on. \"I would wear your bruises with pride. I would dread your every command, I would feel empty unless my skin was on fire with pain. And I would love every waking second of it.\"\n\n\"Fifteen minutes are up, dude,\" a bored voice called from the front. I let go of a breath I didn't know I was holding, and left the two women in their cages to see Cleo at the counter. She was still staring at her phone. \"So, which would you like? A dom or a sub?\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Congratulations on your promotion to fairy godmother! We don't get many succubi like yourself here, but I'm sure it's fine. Here's your wand. | [
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"content": " Kyra could not believe she had finally made it, after years of trying she was a full fledged fairy god mother. *They counted me out but here I am on my first assignment.* She laughed to herself as she floated just outside the window of her new charge. With a tap of her wand she blinked inside of the room, but to her surprise the shape she thought was a sleeping boy was actually awake and writhing. She went over and peaked under the cover, to both her and the boys surprise Kyra stumbled upon him masturbating. He gawked at her horns for a moment before his eye drifted down to her massive cleavage that was fit to burst from her pink dress. \n \n \n “Um . . . is this a dream?” Miles asked his cock still in hand cover in lube and a bit of precum. \n \n \n Kyra smirked as shook her head. “No dear Miles I am your fairy godmother, I am here to fulfill your deepest desires. Now tell me what is your wish.” She said as she struck a cute pose brandishing her wand with pride. \n \n \n “Truly?” He asked as he came form under the covers. “You will give me whatever I want?” he asked eagerly. \n \n \n Kyra nodded as her eyes glanced down at his sizable member. “Anything you need . . . so what is your wish Miles?” She asked still a bit distracted, her stomach began to growl as she watched a bit more precum spill from his cock. \n \n \n Miles shifted on his knees a bit then blurted out his wish without another thought. “Could I have sex with you?” His eyes seemed to turn hungry as he looked her shapely form over. \n \n \n Kyra laughed which made him jump back, her pale bluish gray skin glowed in the light of his lamp as she tapped her wand on herself. In a instant her clothes vanished and she stood before him bare and wanton. “Is that all? Well at least you have a healthy appetite. So how do you want me?” \n \n \n Before she realized Miles pulled her down onto the bed with surprising strength and swiftness. He spread her legs and began to grind his cock against her soft warm sex. She giggled he slowly pierced her cunt with his hardened cock, without much warning his hips began to thrust wildly as he moaned. Kyra wrapped her legs around him and helped him put more strength into his clumsy motions. He began to pant a bit as her lewd pussy wrapped around him, devouring his cock like the last morsel of a particularly delicious meal. Miles began to take quick deep breaths as his member started to twitch inside her, his seed exploded inside of her mid stroke. Sweat ran down his face as her turned red. \n \n \n “I couldn't hold on any longer.” He said as he collapsed to the left of her. \n \n \n Kyra chuckled and placed her hand on his half soft cock, within a few strokes she had worked her demonic magic on him. His cock stood erect and twitching wildly, Miles groaned as something seemed to want to explode from inside his penis. Kyra climbed on top of him and slid down over it eagerly. Miles grunted as she began to masterfully work her hips. “Do not worry Miles, I am no normal fairy godmother. I know a few tricks to make a man more vigorous.” She laughed a bit devilishly as she began to ride him with half of her strength. \n \n \n Miles continued to grunt between moans as the full grown succubus slammed her massive ass down on his thighs with each stroke. His cock thrashed against her walls wildly as her tongue began to loll, her moans seemed to echo through the house and she was sure someone would hear them. He leaned forward and kissed Miles as she felt his cock swell with his seed. She tightened her cunt around his sizable member and forced him deep inside of her thick juicy pussy. Her womb finally gripped at the tip of his cock as Miles began to scream in ecstasy, his seed shot so forcefully inside her that she felt it splashing inside her womb. It continued to twich as more of his seed drained out into her, before she took too much from him Kyra rose off him and gave one last kiss. Miles kissed her back before he fell flat on his back exhausted. \n \n \n “Did you enjoy me master?” Kyra asked as she smirked. \n \n \n “Yes . . . is that my only wish I get?” Miles asked greedily. \n \n \n Kyra giggled as she snuggled up to him. “You're not getting rid of me anytime soon, I am your fairy god mother.” She winked as she bopped his nose with her wand."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] A young woman wakes up on her personal day with no plans other than to have a nice, relaxing orgasm. As the time loop resets just before she can climax, she wakes up and wonders if she'll ever be able to experience orgasm ever again. | [
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"content": "I was on all fours on top of my bed, fingers gripping the bedsheets as he ploughed all 6 inches of him into me. My body was rocking further into the bed, but my eyes were glued onto the clock on the bedside table. *Just a few minutes until midnight*, I thought. *Just have to make it to midnight.*\n\nThat was just my theory, at least. Truthfully, I didn’t know how to get out of this loop. One day, a long time ago—my best guess being about a year—I woke up on February 2nd for the second time in a row. Naturally, I thought I was crazy. But then it happened the next day. And the next. And every day after that until now. But, funnily enough, the days only reset once I climaxed.\n\nSo, you’d think, “no big deal. Just go one day without coming?”\n\nI came close—no pun intended—several times. But it always ends the same. The arousal builds up every time it resets. So I just get exponentially more horny every day. There were times I couldn’t even leave my room. I would just be there diddling myself, reach orgasm, and waking up 6 hours earlier at the start of the day.\n\nSo I tried just giving in, banging guys around town. That was fun, but it didn’t work. I just woke up back in my room, 6 a.m. on February fucking 2nd.\n\nThis time, I woke up with an idea: wait until midnight to cum. Surely then, once the day has ended and you’ve climaxed, the curse or whatever would lift? The two would cancel each other out. \n\nThat’s what I was hoping anyway.\n\nHe thrusted away. He was a handsome. He was considerate, too. He offered to give me oral. I politely declined, asking him to stick it in. The idea being that, if I wasn’t lubed up, it would be uncomfortable, and if it was uncomfortable, I’d last longer. Then I would be free.\n\nDidn’t work. Like I said, I’d built up arousal over the year. I was constantly soaked. I was basically a slip and slide down there.\n\n“One more minute,” I whispered.\n\nI guess he took that as an invitation for dirty talk.\n\n“Do you like it?” He asked. “Can you feel it?”\n\n“Mhm,” I said, trying to ignore him.\n\n“Such a dirty girl,” he said, pretending to be disgusted. “You like cock, dirty girl?”\n\n*Keep going, dude, that’s really helping turn me off.*\n\nThen he spanked me. \n\nAnd it felt good.\n\nHe spanked me again. I yelped. I just needed thirty seconds more and then—\n\nThe alarm clock blared to life. My eyes fluttered open, my pussy dripping wet all over the sheets. \n\nIt was Groundhog Day again."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: In a Steampunk universe, an eccentric inventor is gaining notoriety in Victorian era Great Britain. She dresses like a prostitute and swears constantly, but also creates wonderful steam devices. She has just created her newest contraption, a strange mechanical... "genital massager?" | [
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"content": "Lady Burnside left her West End home discreetly, in the cover of darkness. The filthy street urchin who carried the message to the service door during supper had given the cook such a fright, but Lady Burnside had been anxiously waiting for news...waiting for days. The sealed letter contained a message in Professor Quaker’s handwriting: 𝕻𝖊𝖓𝖊𝖑𝖔𝖕𝖊, 𝖎𝖙 𝖎𝖘 𝖉𝖔𝖓𝖊. 𝕮𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖆𝖙 𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙.\n \nThe carriage stopped in front of a gated Victorian house at the outskirts of London. Professor Quaker’s home looked just like her neighbors’ little fiefdoms: tall, dark, and private. Penelope knocked on the driver’s window and he slid the glass partition.\n\n“Please wait, I shall be no longer than an hour.”\n\n“Yes, M'Lady,” he replied, tipping his bowler. Over the past six months, he had gotten used to Lady Burnside’s late night excursions and kept his mouth shut. At least he wasn’t driving Lord Burnside, whose predilections were more *unnatural*.\n\nPenelope rapped her gloved knuckles on the door lightly as to not attract outward attention. Looking through the side glass, she saw an orange glow, like a floating ember in the hallway, coming towards the door. She clutched her chest and felt the tight laces of her corset, criss-crossing her bosom. The latch snapped open and a sliver of darkness widened as the door opened. \n\nProfessor Quaker stood in the foyer, holding a flameless lantern made of nixie tubes. She smiled broadly. “You came, Lady Burnside, you came.” \n\n“I came as soon as I received your letter. Is the device...functional?”\n\n“One hundred percent operational. Please, come inside.” Professor Quaker checked the doorstep for interlopers before closing the door. She led Penelope to the back of the home, past the parlor, past the kitchen, until they reached her private study. She flipped a switch in the room and Penelope heard a low hum as a large opaque sphere began to glow. \n\n“What is that sound?”\n\n“The future, Lady Burnside. The future.” \n\nWith proper lighting, Penelope could see the scientist’s face was smeared with dark grease, as if dirty fingers were dragged over her cheeks, neck, and chest. Her half-open blouse revealed the inky trails going lower, around her torso. It was a dark labyrinthe, chaotic lines painted on her skin. Penelope thought she looked like she’d been ravaged. “Professor, what happened to you?”\n\nQuaker opened another door that led downward. “Allow me to show you.” She descended and Penelope watched her shadow cast back into the study, diffusing in the sphere’s own light. The lady crept to the stairway and looked down, but couldn’t see the floor. She stepped down carefully.\n\nShe reached the bottom and found the professor tending to a large metal contraption that dominated the room. Brass dials and fittings adorned the mechanical monstrosity, churning and grinding while Quaker made adjustments. Tubes of orange light, like the lantern, adorned the top of it, and they pulsed like a heartbeat.\n\n“Good lord, Professor, is *that* the treatment?” Penelope japed. She walked the length of it, examining the gauges and switches, all unmarked. “Just looking at it fills me with a sense of dread.”\n\n“No need to worry, M'Lady! This is merely the power source. This is the Jovian dynamo that feeds energy to the tool itself. Come! Follow me.” Penelope took a second wary glance at the wall of components before entering another dimly lit room. Quaker stood behind a long cushioned table in the center, motioning her to come forward. “Lady Burnside, *this* is the treatment. Now if you will be so kind as to undress and lay here, I will administer it for you.”\n\nPenelope bit her lip. She wanted to find the vial of laudanum her family doctor had prescribed, but Quaker had explicitly forbidden her to use it—said it would ‘spoil the fun.’ She untied her corset and let it fall to the ground, followed by her long skirt, then her knickers. She kicked off her boots and laid down on the table, naked as the day she was born. The air was cold.\n\nThe professor ran her fingers through Penelope’s hair and stroked her temples, watching her ample chest rise and fall more slowly. “That’s it my dear, let’s get you as calm as possible before we begin. Comfortable?”\n\n“Mmm, very.” The table cushion was made of smooth, supple leather and the lady’s body sank into it. Slight indentations in the fill encouraged her legs to rest slightly apart. She looked down at the dark thicket of hair below and wondered what came next. \n\nProfessor Quaker put on rubber gloves, then pulled down a thick black cable with a long brass cap. The metal looked like it had been stippled and dented, then polished smooth. She pulled more slack from the cable and it spun down slowly, until she could freely move the end of it. “Allow me to begin?”\n\nPenelope nodded and watched her turn a dial on the table’s side. She could hear the hiss of steam from the dynamo in the other room, followed by a louder, more menacing hum, like a bee hive that had been kicked open. The brass tool came to life. Quaker held a wet towel and gently washed her body. As the scent reached her nose, the lady realized that it wasn’t water, it was oil. The cloth left her skin as shiny as the brass tool itself. Her nipples looked like glazed raspberries. \n\nThe professor lowered the tip of it onto her breast. \n\n“Oh...oh my!” the lady gasped as the tremors shook her chest. She tried to look at the tool, but it moved so fast, she could only make out a blur in Quaker’s gloved hand. The sensations in her nipple were exquisite, something she had felt before, for a fleeting moment when Lord Burnside courted her. Now, it was demanding her full attention and she gave it. The tingles awakened her nerves but she felt them coalesce in her center, between her legs.\n\n“As you can see, the tool is *exceptionally good* at surfacing your deepest humors,” the professor said, touching her delicate folds. She flipped another toggle and the wand began to spin each segment on its own tilted axis, so that it moved like a gyrating snake.\n\n“My...my word,” Penelope mumbled as it slid between and over her breasts. She closed her eyes and couldn’t catch her breath, the sensations growing inside. The wand moved over her chest and belly, through her hairy mound and settled on her hood and she moaned with animalistic fervor. Leather crumpled under her fingers as she bathed in waves of pleasure. The tip moved with delicate precision, methodically circling her tenderness while her loins burned below it. \n\nProfessor Quaker leaned over to her ear. “Prepare yourself, M'Lady. Peace is at hand.” She moved the brass lower, between her soaking wet lips and slowly inserted the tip into Lady Burnside’s pussy. The reaction was instantaneous. \n\nPenelope’s eyes widened with surprise and she grabbed the professor’s forearm. The tool spiraled deeper, sinking more of its dimpled shaft into her. She dug her heels into the edge of the table and lifted her hips off of it, then fell back into the pool of oils and her own cream. Quaker watched her writhe and squirm, moving the humming phallus in and out, the buzzing becoming sharp then dull then sharp with every stroke. \n\nThe lady’s belly twitched uncontrollably and the professor flipped the final switch. Nixie tubes in the walls began to glow bright orange as the power source roared to full throttle. Quaker removed the shaft and held it against Penelope’s engorged flesh. \n\nPenelope saw stars. Her body was no longer her own as she felt more pleasure from this machine than she’d ever experienced in her life. The pulses of euphoria washed over her, stripping away her ability to speak, to think, to do anything except ride her passions against the infernal machine. She collapsed back on the table, breathing hard as her muscles relaxed, and she felt a new kind of peace. \n\nProfessor Quaker turned off the machine and the room was filled with the noise of machinery spinning down. The nixie tubes dimmed back to darkness, only leaving the professor and Lady Burnside in the spotlight. \n\n“I...I feel better already,” Penelope whispered. “I dare say you’ve cured me of my hysteria.”\n\nProfessor Quaker shook her head. “No, no, M'Lady. This was just the first treatment. You must return once a week for more sessions. Only after *I* am satisfied, will I say that you are cured.”\n\n“I understand, professor.” Penelope hooked a finger in her mouth in thought. “May I come more often?”\n\nProfessor Quaker bent down and kissed her passionately on the lips, tasting the mix of sweet and salty, and the lady invited her for more. She broke the kiss and smiled slyly. “Yes, yes, my sweet. Come as often as you like.”\n***\nComments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [IP] Some female elves have penises. They can't get anyone pregnant but have another very interesting property. When their semen is exposed to temperature's under 35°C for long periods of time it begins to harden and becomes a beautiful gem worth millions of gold in the human kingdom. | [
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"content": "“So let me get this straight. You got drunk?”\n\n“Yes.”\n\n“Broke into a farm?”\n\n“Mhm.”\n\n“Stole a horse?”\n\n“Yeah yeah.”\n\n“And rode it not one but two states over and now your in jail in Wisconsin?”\n\n“Correct...dude just please bail me out. You’ve helped me with stupider things...”\n\nEvan sighed and rubbed his temples. His friend Gerald was stuck in a Wisconsin jail with no bail money and a massive hangover. \n\n“How much is your bail you dumbass?” \n\n“Only $1,000.”\n\n“Only $1,000 Gerald?! I work at a 7/11 where they fuck do you think I have a thousand dollars just stored away?”\n\n“Chill our Evan...I have a plan.”\n\n*Later*\n\n“I can’t believe I listened to him...”\n\nEvan mumbled to himself as he wandered through a supposed magic forest not far from Wisconsin Dells. After sumerizing he was lost, he said on a rock and tried to make some sense of the convulated map the homeless outside his work gave him. \n\n“I feel like Stevie Wonder in a power outage...”\n\nHe looked up at the sudden of rustling leaves. He froze hoping whatever it was wasn’t insterested in a diabetic lunch. To his surprise no animal came through the foliage but instead a woman. \n\n“You’ve got to be shitting me...”\n\nThe woman gave him a puzzled look. \n\n“Well that’s a hell of a way to greet someone.”\n\nShe folder her arms and scowled at him. He stood up, folding the map and held his hands up. \n\n“Sorry I just wasn’t expecting there to be an actual...”\n\n“Elf?”\n\nShe raised an eyebrow and Evan blushed, nodding his head. \n\n“Well ta da...got any Santa jokes you wanna try out on me?”\n\nEvan sighed and sat back down.\n\n“No no, I’m sorry. Can we start over, hi I’m Evan my friend needs help and I’m looking for someone out there he said could help.”\n\nShe sighed and unfolded her arms, and took a few steps closer to him. \n\n“My names Lapis and may I be of any assistance?”\n\n“M-maybe...”\n\nShe stared at him and he sighed again. \n\n“My friend needs bail money and some extra money to pay back some of his family members and well he said th-“\n\n“That elf semen can be made into valuable gems?”\n\nHe nodded and Lapis smiled a little sheepishly. \n\n“Well I must say it’s quite gross now some people try to exploit us for monetary gain...but I think I know someone who can help. Follow me.”\n\nEvan figures his day couldn’t get weirder so he stood up and followed Lapis through the forest. They stopped at a hot spring and Lapis stood on a rock.\n\n“Hey Hannah, you around?”\n\nNo one answer. Evan looked around hoping Hannah would reveal herself and be willing to help instead of mugging him. \n\n“Hannah?!”\n\nLapis called again louder. \n\n“Alright alright jeez give a gal a minute would you. “\n\nHannah stepped out from what Evan gathered must be some makeshift locker room. Her robe was short and didn’t do much to hide her rather larger tits nor her cock. \n\n“You know this is so-posed to be a place where people relax, right Lapis?”\n\n“Oh shut up. This guy needs a favor. “\n\nShe smiled and looked at Evan. He blushed and folded his arms behind his back. \n\n“Well my friend needs money and...”\n\nHannah raised a hand up. \n\n“It’ll be pleasure!”\n\n“You…”\n\nLapis laughed a little. \n\n“Hannah’s a bit of a nympho. I’ll leave you two alone.”\n\n“Um...”\n\nLapis leaving the two in a pretty tense situation. Hannah seemed eager and though he was nervous Evan figured he’d already come this far...\n\n“So do you want to do it or should I?”\n\nHannah asked pushing her robe off.\n\n“Um you can do it...do you want me to leave?”\n\n“Nonsense! I cum so much when someone watches me!”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [EU] Isabelle tops Doom guy. Isabelle tops Ridley. Isabelle tops Bayonetta. Isabelle tops Batman. isabelle tops anyone and everyone, passionately, vigorously, and at great length. Can no one satisfy her lust? | [
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"content": "(This may be the worst thing I've ever written, or quite possibly the best.)\n\n​\n\n\"*Mmblblblmmeepmbmblbllblmeep!*\" the lustful Isabelle squeaked, standing over the bound and naked umbral witch and surveying her prey. Bayonetta quivered and gasped, tugging at the padded bondage cuffs that kept her arms trapped behind her back, her naked body glistening with sweat as she stared up at the insatiable beast.\n\n\"I-Impossible!\" she gasped, her elbows pressing into the padded, rubbery material of the dungeon bed as she tried to wriggle away. Isabelle just prowled forward, grinning wickedly as she stroked the thick, sturdy material of her favourite strap-on, dangling from her hips.\n\n\"*Bllbbllmmeepbbllmoop!*\" the ravenous Shih Tzu retorted, suddenly grasping Bayonetta's thighs and bringing her feeble attempts at escape to an end. The helpless witch gasped in fear, a reaction which she had not felt in centuries, before her legs were forced apart and the strap-on was plunged back inside her needy, aching pussy. She didn't know how the adorable little secretary had it in her, but she just kept going, and going, and going... Soon Bayonetta's fear was melting into deep arousal, an intoxicating blend of emotions that she had never dreamed of getting to feel again.\n\n\"*Mmmbbllblblleepp...?*\" Isabelle purred suggestively (except she didn't *actually* purr, because she's a dog, not a cat, duh). Bayonetta nodded rapidly in agreement, drool leaking from the corner of her mouth as she gave in. She couldn't fight sexual prowess like this; the Doom Slayer hadn't been able to hold out, nor had the Dark Knight, nor even the space dragon... All three of them were lying comatose around the erotic dungeon, looks of pure bliss on their completely unaware faces.\n\n*What use was there in trying to resist such endless lust?*\n\n\"*Y-Yes!*\"Bayonetta cried out, arching her back and pushing into it as she felt yet another toe-curling orgasm start to push through her body. \"*I-I'm the bitch now! I'm the bitch, Mistressssss...!*\"\n\nIsabelle grinned wickedly, nodding along in agreement with her newest pet. She was slick as well, thanks to the other side of her double-ended strap-on pressing inside with each thrust... But unlike each and every one of the would-be sexual heroes and villains she'd conquered so far, she could take it. Eventually she would allow herself a victory orgasm, yet it would not stop her. Ever.\n\n​\n\n\\---\n\n​\n\n*The sex raged on for a century,*\n\n*Many asses were claimed, but eventually,*\n\n*The champion stood, the rest saw their better,*\n\n*Isabelle in a cum-stained sweater!*\n\n*This is the Ultimate Orgy, of Ultimate Destiny!*\n\n*Good guys, bad guys, and orgasms, as far as the eye can see!*\n\n*And only one will come top, I wonder who it will be?*\n\n*This is the Ultimate Orgy,*\n\n*Of Ultimate Destiny!*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [IP] <Incest> A young man is shocked to discover that his mom (or aunt, older sister, etc) used to be a magical girl. | [
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"content": "Mom asked Megan and me to clean up the house while my aunt--her sister--was visiting. For reasons neither of us could fathom, this included our attic, which was filled with old boxes and broken crap that we hadn't touched in years. There was all sorts of stuff up there: a bookshelf filled with musky books, a tattered couch, a chipped green wardrobe, a rolled up rug. It smelled of stale air and moth balls. Megan left the staircase down to air it out. \n\n\"It's not even like aunt Grace is going to be staying up here,\" I complained, climbing the staircase for the twelfth time that morning. Up and down, up and down, carrying boxes that I was certain had several generations of spider corpses living inside it. \n\n\"Quit your whining and keep moving boxes,\" Megan said, looking through old photo albums. \n\nI scowled at her. \"Maybe if you helped, this would go faster.\"\n\n\"I'm taking a break,\" she shot back, eyes glues to the photographs. \"Besides, you're a big strong man, right? Those boxes shouldn't be a problem for someone so manly.\"\n\nI looked down at my scrawny arms. They were sore from the lifting and unloading of boxes. They were heavy. And, since I lifted with my back and not my knees, I was sore everywhere. I made a mental note to sign up for a gym membership at some point. Later. Maybe after my nap.\n\nI walked over to Megan and snatched the photo album out of her hands and tossed it across the room.\n\n\"Please help. My arms hurt.\"\n\nShe rolled her eyes and got up from the rocking chair she was sitting on. It moved back and forth, pathetically, for a few seconds. It made an awful creaking sound. \n\n\"Fine. I'll help my baby sister lift the heavy boxes.\" \n\nShe grabbed a box, with ease, and walked down the staircase. \n\nI grumbled some not nice things at her, but low enough that she couldn't have heard what they were, and rummaged through some boxes on the other end of the attic.\n\nIn one of the boxes was a small key-looking thing. It looked like it might have been made of gold. I grabbed it and brought it under the light bulb to get a better look. There were etchings on it that looked like they could be words...\n\n\"By her majesty's light, I call upon the stars...\"\n\nThe attic disappeared. I was surrounded by space. Literally, space as it would appear at night, without light pollution. I thought I heard the distant sound of a guitar solo, and girls singing...\n\nMy body spun around with a speed that normally would have made me dizzy. My clothes just disappeared. A strange pink light circled around my torso, wrapping around me like a little bow. Four other pink rays of light wrapped around my wrists and thighs. My arms were lifted up into the air, against my will, as something appeared ontop of my head, the key-like object in my hand extended to over six feet, ending in two points: the end, shaped like a star, the top almost horned with diamond shapes.\n\nMy thighs and butt ballooned. My genitals receded into me, shaping themselves into a hairless mound. My skin turned into the colour of cream, and became soft. Two enormous breasts erupted from my chest, the nipples turning pink and growing larger. I could feel, but not see, changes being made to my face. My hair fell down to the middle of my back, and lightened to a sandy-brown. Suddenly, I was wearing clothes...sort of. White, thigh high boots, long white gloves that extended up my arms, and some sort of corset that barely covered my chest and groin.\n\nSuddenly, I was back in the attic, striking a pose. \n\n\"What the...\"\n\nMy voice was high and light. Made sense, given the pussy and the breasts...\n\n\"Who the hell...\" \n\nI turned around to see Megan, staring at me, mouth agape. \n\n\"Mom! There's some half naked woman in the attic!\"\n\nThe sound of heavy footsteps came from downstairs, followed by *clunk, clunk, clunk* sounds on the staircase. My mother reached the top of the staircase, looked up at me, and sighed.\n\n\"I was hoping neither of you would find that...\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Two friends love playing Nintendo Switch together, so when one invited the other over for "Switch Games" they didn't realize that meant bondage. | [
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"content": "\"Uhm..!\" Cynthia stopped the moment after following her friend into her bedroom once she saw the large pile of rope and leather sprawled across her bed. It took Autumn a moment to realize Cynthia's unspoken question, and when she turned back to face her friend frozen in the doorway, a confused expression was upon them both for very different reasons.\n\n\"What? Of course we need rope and other restraints for switch games. That's, uh, kind of a big part of this whole thing, right?\" The inviting girl nervously ran a hand through her long, red hair. It had taken Autumn so long to work up the courage to ask her close friend about this, so when she accepted not just willingly, but *enthusiastically*, it had brought quite the smile upon the kinky lady.\n\n\"...wait, why? Don't we just need this TV and the Switch itself?\" Cynthia asked, as she pointed to those two electronics that were set up in her room. When she looked seriously at her friend for a moment, assuring her that this question wasn't a joke and that she really did think her invitation was for Nintendo Switch...\n\n\"Oh! Uhm, you thought I meant *those* kinds of switch games, w-which I-uh, guess is understandable of course!\"\n\nThat's when things got very embarrassing for Autumn. Now that she thought about it, her text message wasn't nearly clear enough especially given that they do play Switch together on the regular, which meant that she'd simply just exposed her friend to her kink through a \"nice\" misunderstanding. \n\nAutumn continued with her quickly strung together explanation, opting for the truth instead of some shoddy excuse, and prayed that this wouldn't be weird enough to Cynthia to drive her away.\n\n\"Well, uh, i-if you've ever heard of b-bondage--y'know, people who like to bind or-or be bound? I'm, uh, kind of in the middle of there, like, I enjoy being tied up with ropes but I also like doing it, which is called a, uh \"switch\" and, I just asked you cause I don't really have someone to do it with right now--haven't for a while actually, and, I, uh, just figured I'd throw out a shot in the dark, or something and ask...\" She sat down on her bed next to the pile of ropes, her face flushing a deep red as she struggled to even look in her friend's direction.\n\nCynthia was silent for a moment. Images popped up in her head of Autumn being bound in rope, picturing the soft, brown rope she sat by knotted in all sorts of places over her body, and she vividly pictured her struggles, heard her friend's moans of satisfied struggle. Then she pictured herself in that position, where her blonde hair being tied back was the least of her concerns, as the rope pinned her limbs together, firmly wrapped around each and every one of her curves, and no matter how hard she thrashed, pleaded, or cursed, there was not a chance in the world that she could escape...\n\nShe understood her friend's position. It *was* too hard to decide which one intrigued her more.\n\n\"So, how do we play?\" The simple question caused Autumn's face to shoot up, and her lips struggled to even form a coherent response.\n\n\"Y-you, play--you, uh, you're okay? With all of this?\" She stammered, seemingly entering an even deeper state of embarrassment \n\n\"Sure! Sounds pretty fun.\" The almost nonchalant attitude Cynthia gave off was quite the unbelievable reaction, certainly one that Autumn had not expected.\n\n\"Right, w-well...\" An idea for a game came into Autumn's head. \"Say, I bet we could use the Switch for our switch games...\"\n\n-----\n\nThe rules were pretty simple. Super Smash Bros. Ultimate - no items, Final Destination. A very serious duel between skilled players to decide who would be tying up who, and to ensure that they deserved whatever position each one ended up in. The winner of a single game got to use a rope or other device to restrain the loser in some capacity, though to ensure that the very first thing someone did wasn't just slap a blindfold on the loser and have an easy time in the rest of the games, you did have to go in a *reasonable* order of \"least-impeding\" of gameplay to most. That meant that the first few ropes they tied upon each other only pinned the loser's ankles and knees together, which didn't really matter in a video game played with hands.\n\nThough, this next match did mean a lot. Both Autumn and Cynthia had the agreed upon three ropes tied around their legs, which meant that the loser of next match would get a coil tied around their elbows. *That* one seemed pretty deliberating, so it seemed as though the overall winner would be decided by this next game.\n\nCynthia *had* the lead, quite comfortably so. Then she began getting distracted by images of Autumn trussed up in rope, which really grabbed her focus away from the game, and by the time she realized that it was actually pretty close again the momentum had already swung in Autumn's favor and-"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Fetish mages are spell casters that use a personal 'turn on' as both a way to refuel their mana and the catalyst for their spells. (For example a bondage mage, would both regain their energy fastest while bound erotically, and the be at the strongest when casting binding spells) | [
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"content": "Certain types of quests are better suited for certain types of adventurers. If you need to blow someone into smithereens, then perhaps an fire or explosion type mage is your best bet for raw power. If you need to take someone alive, then sure, a choice like a frost mage to encase them in ice or a stone mage to surround them with the ground around them are all perfectly fine choices...\n\nThough for a maximized chance of success with minimized side-effects, your best bet is to look a little kinkier.\n\nClair openly prided herself on her skillset, even when she wasn't on an active quest. Her midnight black armbinder tailored out of dragonscale bound her arms, enveloping them into an embrace that seemed inescapable. The ebonite locks around many of the straps that clicked softly against themselves as she strut towards the guild hall would suggest that she really couldn't free herself, though she was but an unbinding spell away from release. She wasn't quite as versed in spells that freed someone from restraints, something she found out the first time she cast a binding spell upon herself, but was good enough that if Clair needed to be released it could be done in a moment.\n\nSome wondered if the collar she wore meant she belonged to someone, and gossip spread aplenty across town because of it. She was certain to *take care* of the busybodies who spread such rumors, informing them that the item was simply to enhance her magic and *not* for someone else before leaving them in a state that could not easily be escaped from. Every restricting item she wore granted her a little more power, and she'd developed and learned certain countermeasures to prevent the effects of such restriction from impeding in her work. An X-Ray vision spell, to allow her to see through the blindfold that sat comfortably upon her eyes was one example. She'd become decently versed in telepathy magic so that the obstructive panel gag that blocked her speech did not entirely prevent communications. And, if she really needed all the power she could get for a spell, then she'd nullify the excruciatingly restrictive combination of ballet boots and leg irons with a spell that allowed her to hover and glide slightly above the ground.\n\nDespite so much of her face being obfuscated, she was immediately recognizable to the quest-givers of the guild. Very few adventurers in the town wore such equipment upon her face, and even if that wasn't enough, the platinum blonde ponytail that contrasted her dark equipment was a trademark of Clair's. \n\n\"Ah, Clair!\" The quest-giver began, though she didn't expect a verbal reply. \"We've got another capture job for you, some sort of rogue mage who's been causing a bunch of havoc on the countryside. The rest of the details can be found in the letter.\" She held the letter up, but hadn't the slightest idea of how to give it to the mage. A rope slowly slithered out of the mage's robes, holding itself up somehow before wrapping around the letter, scrunching it up slightly before it was dragged back...somewhere into the robes.\n\n\"Where was this mage last spotted?\" Despite being gagged, Clair's unmistakable voice appeared in the quest-giver's head, an odd sensation but one she'd gotten used to.\n\nA little on the lazy side, the worker hesitated to answer. \"Just check the letter, it's in there along with all the othe-\"\n\n\"*Where*? I would rather not go through the trouble of unbinding myself, for my current vision spell is not all-encompassing of details such as graphite on a scrap of paper. I am gagged for a reason, but if you do not tell me, I will see little reason why you would not be better off with the same restraint.\" If her voice wasn't threatening enough, the large, rubber ball attached to many locking straps that floated in front of her certainly got the message across.\n\n\"H-Her last spotting was a village three miles north of here. That's about a day old, however.\"\n\nThe ball gag fell limp upon her desk, and Clair began to walk away, satisfied with her show of dominance even in bindings. It would be quite easy to simply slip her blindfold up to her forehead with a simple spell, but this was a much more fun way of gathering information. \n\nThe quest-giver almost added on the interesting detail of the reported *type* of mage this rogue was but since she didn't ask for it...\n\nWell, it would be fun to hear about the next day.\n\n-----\n\nClair finally spotted her first traces of any sort of struggle at the edge of a forest. She slid her blindfold up and bent down slightly to take a closer look at the crushed flowers, the fallen branches around the trees and the traces of something dark but shiny...\n\nThese would all be irrelevant details if there was a single person still in the village. You could easily blame these small inconsistencies in the large plains on young ones roughhousing around the outskirts, far away from the town, but not a single one was present. There were clear signs of a fight, perhaps a one-sided one at that, both here and at the small town, but what did it all mean?\n\nShe followed the trail that led deeper into the forest, the stray pieces and strands of this mysterious, dark substance that seemed to grow more numerous the deeper Clair strayed into the forest. Keeping her wits about her, she carefully eyed her surroundings, both with and without the magic of her X-Ray spell until-\n\n\"What in the...\" Clair thought to herself, as she gazed upon a giant tree, covered entirely in that shiny black substance. The scent of rubber overtook her nose, causing her to take a step back, but allowing her to identify the material. More concerning were the figures that hung from the branches of this \"tree\", cocooned from head to toe in the material, some swinging and shaking against this binding, others seemingly accepting of their fate by hanging limply. Every now and then, the rubber wrapped around these figures would glow blue... perhaps of mana, and send that energy throughout the branches, all the way down the stem of the tree into the trunk and roots. Then, the rubber that coated the grass and ground around the tree would spread a little, before having to wait for the next influx of mana.\n\nThe ruffling of leaves caught Clair's attention. She turned around in circles, carefully keeping her balance with her legs steady, ready for an attack at any mome-\n\nShe turned around to form a net of rope in front of her just in the nick of time. A solid ball of rubber had been shot at her, straining and pushing against the protection that the ropes had given her. Clair used the ropes to shoot the ball away, noticing how when it exploded upon the ground and turned to a liquid-esque state, the particles of rubber that should've spread far out floated in the air for a moment... before attacking the grass it had made contact with, wildly covering it. Had she have been hit by that attack... she would be looking quite similar to those figures hung upon the tree.\n\nThen, her opponent decided to reveal herself. She jumped down from a branch of the tree higher than any of the struggling cocoons were strung upon, her fall broken by a cushioning of rubber. Her body was entirely clad in the stuff bar her hands, interestingly enough, but the rest covered her body tightly as to show off every curve. The mask of rubber that had covered her face moments ago began to melt back into the suit of it, revealing her face, and allowing her to speak clearly."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You wake up groggy one day to discover you've been turned into a woman! No one seems to remember you were a man save for your best friend. He promises to help change you back, but first, you have to do one thing... | [
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"content": "So, this is just an introduction. Planned contents, if I get around to it: >!M/F, body transformation (obviously), manipulation, and maybe some butt-stuff!<\n\n&nbsp;\n\n***\n\nHe woke up with a pounding in his chest. There was a wet furry jumble of a creature clinging to his face, forcing him to shoot out of bed.\n\n“What the fuck!” He screeched. Frantic, and desperate, he hurled himself from the bed. Still tangled in the sheets he fell to the floor below with a heavy THUNK. He brushed his hands through the slick sweat-matted brown mess on his face, realizing with an eerie calm that it was attached to his scalp. It was hair. It was his hair. His hair was longer now. At least passed his shoulders, like he’d been asleep for years. It was then he realized he felt somewhat different. He couldn’t explain it, but something was wrong. \n\nIt ached to move, like his body had spent the night in a taffy-puller. He shrugged the sheets off his shoulders and as he looked down he was greeted to the sight of two round, perky breasts, each adorned with puffy nipples.\n\n“What the FUCK!” He screeched again, this time he noticed his voice, wasn’t quite HIS voice. It higher, with sweet and girlish rasp.\n\nHe frantically struggled out of the sheets, dreading what change was sure to be next. Naked and free from the blankets, it was worst than he imagined. The thumping of his heart was drowning out his thoughts. \n\nHis cock was gone… or rather it was replaced with a puffy labia and the thinnest of slits she’d ever since on a woman. She cautiously swiped a finger across the smooth mound, it felt strange but familiar sensation, a little sensitive but good.\n\nShe could feel the tears welling up and burning her eyes. Though she wouldn’t cry. \n\nShe stood up in the pile of sheets and walked over to her closet and stared into the full-length mirror hanging on interior side of the door. She studied her new form carefully, her eyes tracing her new body with awe and horror.\n\nShe was shorter now, how much shorter? She couldn’t be sure, but at least five or six inches had been taken from her former six-foot height. She still looked sort of like ‘herself.’ She thought it was maybe it could have been the reflection of a cute female cousin that she never had. She wasn’t gorgeous, not that she could really tell, but she was cute, cuter than she expected.\n\nHer facial features were a lot more delicate. All the sharp angled masculinity gave way to feminine curves. The face staring back at her was heart shaped, and a little rounder than his had ever been. Her nose was delicate and small, her lips filled out to the slightest pout. Her eyes were still the same shade of brown. Her brows were still thick, but well-manicured. Her golden-brown hair was obliviously now passed her shoulders, ending a few inches passed her delicate collarbones. \n\nThe girl in the reflection had a beautiful figure. Her breasts were warm, perfect handfuls, she had always been skinny, but instead of looking too skinny, she seemed to fill out nicely. She had tight waist, with firm child-baring hips. When she turned around to examine her backside, it revealed the best or in her case the *worst of it.* Her ass was perfect. It was round, and full, the kind of ass that begged for a squeeze. Despite the circumstances she did just that. It was gloriously soft, and fleshy and she could feel something of a twitch in her newly minted pussy when she did. It was then she realized all her body hair was gone, as if some shaved her clean over-night.\n\nWhat is happening to me? She thought, while carefully feeling her way around her new body.\n\nShe didn’t feel much like a HE anymore. She didn’t quite feel like SHE either, but she had all the proper equipment to be a woman, and she was admittedly prettier than most of the girls she knew. Still her brain couldn’t make sense of it. \n\n“Wait, your name is Ellis. You’re suppose to be a man!” She said aloud, so the thought wouldn’t slip away. \n\nEllis stepped away from the mirror and looked around the room. It was still her room nothing had else seemed to change. She thought maybe she could’ve been dreaming, but the way she jumped from bed this morning made that seem unlikely.\n\nShe decided she would have to get to the bottom of this. Retrace her steps, maybe she would be able to figure out how to change back.\n\nIf she was going to outside Ellis wouldn’t work anymore she needed an alias. *Maybe, Ellen?* She thought, but that sounded too feminine and far too close her real name. Allie, she decided. Allie was kind of unisex, and something about it felt right. “Allie…” She said aloud. It would be a good fit, for now."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Elizabeth's new manager added nudity and freeuse to the list of punishments she gets for making mistakes. Elizabeth did not like that. | [
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"content": " This one got a bit away from me in terms of length.\n I hope it contains an enjoyable smut/story mix.\n I tried to bring it back to a satisfying conclusion.\n Feedback welcome.\n \n CW: dubcon, noncon, hostile workplace, almost a plot\n\n&#x200B;\n\n>From: Mr Douglas <hdouglas@reputablecorp.biz> \n> \n>Subject: A small issue \n> \n>Good morning Elizabeth, \n> \n>It looks like you didn't email Procter and Sons in time. They're asking for a late fee on those 3000 units I told you to order. I'll swing by your cubicle in a few minutes to work this out. \n> \n>P.S. Thanks for promptly signing off on the new disciplinary guidelines. I know those 200 page documents can be a drag, but I trust you read it thoroughly.\n\n\"Shit,\" Elizabeth sighed as she sent off the report she had been working on. She was hoping no one would notice that little screw up. She prepared her best wide-eyed look of genuine regret. She even undid one extra button on her blouse. Showing more cleavage than usual was a little embarrassing, but getting off easy was worth it.\n\nWhen Mr Douglas showed up, he didn't seem particularly upset. He was looking sharp in a suit and tie as always. She almost found him handsome, but he was around fifteen years older than her—late thirties she would have guessed.\n\n\"I'm really sorry, I wont let that happen again,\" Elizabeth said.\n\n\"We all make mistakes. Three hundred units is considered a bulk order, so you should be able to get the fee waved.\"\n\n\"Ok,\" she said. \"…so…why are you here?\"\n\n\"Just to administer your punishment.\"\n\n\"Punishm—I'm not getting *fired*, am I!?\"\n\n\"Oh no,\" Mr Douglas said quickly, \"just disciplined in accordance with the new policy. You *did* read the policy before signing it, didn't you?\"\n\n\"Umm…\"\n\n\"Page 87,\" he said, and stood by her desk as she brought it up.\n\n>…if an employee who works with a platinum business partner makes an error, they must do one or both of the following on the spot (as requested by discoverer of said error): \n> \n>A) Remove any or all garments for the remainder of the work day \n> \n>B) Allow their body to be used for any sexual purpose for at most 5 minutes \n> \n>Failure to comply will lead to immediate termination.\n\n\"This is ridiculous!\" Elizabeth said. \"You can't single me out like this.\"\n\n\"It's a department-wide policy.\"\n\n\"Proctor is our *only* platinum partner, and I'm the *only* one who works with them.\"\n\nDouglas shrugged. \"Since this is your first offense, I'll let you off easy. All you have to do this time is get topless.\"\n\nShe glared at him, but didn't see any way out of this. She needed the job. If she pushed back he might make her take her skirt off as well. Or worse. Besides, she was just going to be in her cubicle all day.\n\n\"Fine\" she said. She unbuttoned and took off her blouse.\n\n\"Keep going.\"\n\nThe bra came off too, revealing a pair of perky C-cups.\n\nDouglas took in the view for a moment, then nodded. \"Get these filled out and drop them off with accounting,\" he said, unloading a small stack of papers before turning away.\n\n\"I have to go down there like this?\" She asked, but he had already left.\n\n\\---\n\nElizabeth was blushing furiously even before she got out of the elevator. She wished she hadn't cut her hair. Her brown curls were too short to hide her face, much less reach down to her breasts. She did her best to keep the papers in her hands at chest height, but her vulnerability was obvious to anyone who cared to look.\n\nThe accountant (she never remembered his name) acted as if nothing was amiss. \"Thanks, I'll take a look at these right away,\" was all he said.\n\nShe darted out and down the hall as fast as she could without her boobs bouncing around too much. She made it just over half way before she heard the accountant's voice, \"hey, hold up.\" She turned around, crossing her arms over her chest.\n\n\"These are almost perfect, but I noticed you filled in yesterday's date in box F.\"\n\n\"That transaction was completed yesterday,\" she replied.\n\n\"Right… but that's supposed to be the date it is recorded.\"\n\nShe cursed herself for making such a silly mistake. If he didn't act shocked at seeing her topless, he must be in on Mr Douglas's scheme. Her heart sank. \"What do you want?\"\n\n\"You've got a great rack,\" he said with a smirk, walking up to her. He started to unzip his pants.\n\nThis was bad, but not as bad as it could be. Elizabeth begrudgingly got to her knees and took his already stiff cock between her breasts. She noted the time on a clock on the wall.\n\n\"Ohhh, you're so good,\" he half moaned.\n\nShe worked up and down, careful not to go too fast. She did *not* want this dude's cum all over her tits. The pre-cum was already bad enough. Her plan was to surprise him at the 5-minute mark and leave him with blue balls. That might slightly lesson her humiliation.\n\nSpeaking of humiliation, A small crowd of half a dozen men and women had formed to watch the spectacle. Elizabeth overheard fragments of the conversation. \"Isn't that Liz from upstairs?\" \"I never knew she was a slut.\" \"Her boss tricked her into it.\" There was nothing she could do but focus on keeping him between orgasm and boredom.\n\nIn the end it didn't matter. He was apparently looking at a clock as well. After 4 minutes and 46 seconds of slow tittyfucking, he grabbed her hair with both hands and shoved her mouth onto his cock. He pressed her head down until her lips were pressed against his balls. Her throat was filled with throbbing cock and she couldn't breath for several seconds.\n\nAs soon as he pulled out Elizabeth inhaled deeply, choking on the cum that was being sprayed across her face and into her open mouth. She heard a smattering of applause from the onlookers and felt him wipe off his dick on her tits. By the time she had wiped away enough cum to open her eyes, the accountant was gone and the crowd had dispersed. She slinked back to her cubicle as fast as she could.\n\n\\---\n\n`continued below`"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You're a Spirit Medium. That means you're the only one who can see, hear, and *touch* the ghost that you're dating. | [
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"content": "I’m a bit busy preparing for my 100k page reads special on my subreddit at the moment, but this seemed like a fun prompt so I thought I’d give it a quick go.\n\n***\n\nLily giggled as John flicked up the back of her sundress, showing off her lacy underwear to the people who were walking behind her.\n\n\n“John,” she whispered, grabbing at the hem, hoping that passers by would think it was only the wind that had sprung up and surprised her, “not now!”\n\n\n“Oh come on,” said a voice next to her, “you know you love it.”\n\n\n“That’s not the point” she ignored the strange glances that she noticed being thrown her way. They must think I’m crazy she thought to herself, looking over to where John was floating along besides her. It wasn’t all bad dating a spirit. Sure, people thought you were crazy half the time, and your parents tried to set you up with every guy they knew in a fifteen year age range because you couldn’t really tell them about your ghost boyfriend, but the sex was amazing. And besides, he didn’t have any worries, so he was the chillest boyfriend ever, and he was rarely ever busy.\n\n\nLily’s focus was brought back to reality as John smacked her butt, making her jump in shock, a nearby pigeon fleeing and a few strangers glancing up from their ice cream. \n\n\n“As, I was *saying*,” Lily marched quickly onwards, looking at the floor to hide her embarrassment “I need to be fully focused for this meeting,” John floated in front of her as they continued down the highstreet.\n\n\n“Well that doesn’t sound like fun…” John said, lying back on an invisible bed, yawning “We could be home right now doin’ it, but my girlfriend would rather be out meeting some *accountant*.”\n\n\nLily rolled her eyes and smiled, “We will *do it* as much as we want this evening, but right now I need to get this sorted.” She gently pushed past him but he fell like she had thrown him with all her force.\n\n\n“Whoa whoa, you pushed me!” he whirled his arms around comically and Lily rolled her eyes again as he pretended to fall over, stumbling in a bush and sending a couple of birds flying. Lily smiled as she pulled open the cafe door, all her nerves gone.\n\n\nShe glanced around, easily spotting who she was looking for. The man dressed in a sharp suit stood out like a sore thumb amongst the students, freelancers, and the others who sat around the cafe.\n\n\n “Lily,” said the man, looking up from his phone and standing up gracefully to shake her hand “It’s good to see you again, so how’s business?” he said as he sat back in his seat.\n\n\n“Straight to the point as always Oscar,” Lily smiled, taking a seat, “And business is good thank you. People are always in need of spirit mediums.”\n\n\n“I can imagine,” Oscar sipped from his to-go-cup, sliding some papers that had been sitting on the table across to her. “Now, if you could just take a look at these before I submit them please.”\n\n\nLily started to look over the notes and she felt a head resting on her shoulder and heard a loud yawn right in her ear.\n\n\n“Booooring.” John said, and Lily shook her head gently, trying to displace him.\n\n\n“Something wrong?” Oscar said looking over at her.\n\n\n“No, no, quite alright,” Lily began to slide the papers back across the table.\n\n\nJohn coughed “Q3 earnings” Lily glanced back at the papers and saw that the figure was indeed incorrect. She circled it with a pen and Oscar double checked it against his notes.\n\n\n“Excellent spot! Saved yourself quite a bit of tax there,” said Oscar as she sat back in her chair. “Now, onto the matter of your incorporation status…”\n\n\nLily suddenly felt something grabbing at her chest and she shuffled as John began to squeeze her tits, she leaned over, trying to subtly brush him away.\n\n\n“Fine,” John whispered in her ear kissing her neck, something guaranteed to get her going “I’ll find somewhere else to go.”\n\n\nLily felt him leave her side for a moment, then she felt hands sliding up the inside of her thighs. She jumped a little, hiding the movement with a shuffle of her chair and tried to close her legs, but John was much stronger and forced them open. \n\n\nLily smiled and tried to keep her focus as Oscar slid another form across the table. \n\n\n“Now, your P87…” Oscar said, and Lily bit her lip, trying to look like she was engrossed in the form as John slid two of his fingers inside of her. This was another part of their relationship that she hated to admit she loved, the outragous exhibitionism you could get away with was amazing! John began to slide his fingers back and forth inside her, rubbing over her g-spot each time. She moaned softly, disguising it as a cough, and flipping over the page as John continued.\n\n\nLily felt her nipples hardening as John used his free hand to play with her clit, rubbing back and forth, switching the motion between strokes and circles, just how she liked it, his fingers working magic inside her. She bit her lip as her breaths got shorter, aware of all the people sitting around them in the cafe. \n\n\n“Hmmm,” She groaned, noticing a few people looking over and hoping they thought the tax forms were merely that interesting to her.\n\n\nAs John increased the pressure she knew that it was unavoidable and that he was going to make her cum. She tried to press herself firmly in place to help support herself, but this only made things worse, her chair scraping back across the floor as she came, the muscles in her legs tightening as she tried to avoid sound escaping her lips, pleasure pulsing through her. Lily’s eyes widened and she gripped the table, folding part of the paper in her palm as John continued to get her off her under the table.\n\n\n“Ok, I think that’s *enough*,”Lily said, and it seemed John got the message as he stopped what he was doing.\n\n\n“Everything OK?” Oscar tilted his head slightly, a slight look of confusion on his face.\n\n\n“Great, thanks,” said Lily through gritted teeth, the aftershocks of the orgasm still buzzing through her as she slid the lightly crumpled form back to him.\n\n\n“Fantastic, well, in that case,” Oscar stood up to go, placing the forms in his briefcase as he did so “I’ll be off. I hope everything goes well and I’ll be in touch soon. I’m glad you seemed to enjoy this more than last time, I know it’s a pain, but a necessary one I’m afraid.”\n\n\nLily nodded at him and he nodded, turned, and left without looking back.\n\n\nJohn floated over, sitting in the empty chair. “Very funny,” Lily shook her head at him and tried to regain her composure.\n\n\nJohn looked at her, a giant grin plastered over his face “I have no idea what you’re talking about...”\n\n***\n\nI hope you liked this short little piece, I might turn this into a proper story at some point but I have a pretty long backlog of requests, but if you want it let me know and I’ll probably post it at some point down the line."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [IP] You were the only one in the search party that 'found' the missing hiker. | [
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"content": "Ryan trekked quickly through the woods, able to swear that he could see something unusual about one of the trees. Drawing closer, there was a woman bound to it! Wrapped all in green struggling, gagged, only her head, toes and bare breasts exposed. \n\n“Looks like today’s my lucky day!” he said, with a smirk, as he walked up to her. She had pastel purple hair, and he could swear that he could see a slightly green tint to her skin, but he didn’t care. He could ask her about that later. He dropped his backpack. He had other matters to attend to. He reached up to poke at one of her exposed breasts, and she smiled, her mouth suddenly unbound. “Huh?” he said, confused at how her bindings could have moved on their own. He didn’t have much time to question it though, as he felt himself falling, the ground under him having given way, just as the woman hopped off of her tree, giggling. He never saw where she went, as the ground closed back up around him, as he was swallowed up into some sort of underground chamber, filled with pink, translucent slime, lined with thick plant leaves and smelling of citrus.\n\nTendrils wrapped around his arms and legs, and he found himself struggling to hold his breath, as his head was dragged under the surface. Another tendril came toward his mouth, and he struggled even harder. It was no use though, and the urge to exhale eventually grew too strong. Ryan opened his mouth, and the tendril surged in, starting to pump some sort of liquid down his throat.\n\nHis clothes were dissolving, and his skin was starting to tingle, the bioluminescent glow of the pink liquid getting slightly brighter. Soon he was nude, and he thought that his body was dissolving, as he seemed to be getting smaller. There was no pain though, if anything, he was starting to feel… good, kind of light-headed and dreamy. The tingling that he had felt on his skin increased in intensity, and deepened in character, starting to feel… erotic.\n\nA wide-mouthed tendril enveloped his crotch, and he could feel it stimulating his rock-hard penis. Soon, he could feel himself cumming, but he still felt just as aroused, more so even. He came again, and even quicker he came a third time, then a fourth. Ryan’s eyes rolled into the back of his head, as the soft, pliant orifice on his cock started to rub and push against him and he came over and over again, his mind lost in pleasure, his entire pelvic region soon enveloped in increasingly intense sensations of tingling, effervescent erotic pleasure.\n\nHis body continued to shrink in all dimensions, becoming slim and petite, a full foot shorter than he had been. The flow of fluid down his throat sped up, and his body started to expand again, though not toward its former dimensions…\n\nRyan’s hips cracked and spread apart, rounding out, even as his waist shrank more. Layers of muscle in his thighs and butt melted and expanded into fat, his thighs thickening and his legs losing their masculine shape, becoming decidedly more feminine. His butt too rounded out, becoming soft, round, and large. His chest softened and expanded, two small breasts starting to form, even as his nipples stiffened and lengthened. His small breasts ballooned, growing bigger, rounder, and heavier by the moment, soon expanding to the size of small melons, and continuing to grow to the size of large melons, round and low on his chest.\n\nThe sensations at his crotch had changed, and now it no longer felt like something was enveloping him, so much as it felt like something was penetrating him. Ryan could feel a tentacle pumping in and out of his body, as it slid and rutted about inside his new vagina. He kicked and squirmed, his legs writhing about in mindless pleasure, as the tentacle filled and stretched him, rubbing and stimulating all of his new pleasure centers. Ryan came yet again, this time differently than before, but with such a delicious intensity that his mind could hardly encompass it. The tentacle in his sex pressed deep into his belly, and he could feel it erupt inside him, pumping a huge load of some unknown seed deep into his womb, his belly starting to swell as liters of plant cum pumped his belly fat and round. Another sweet tasting, psychedelic fluid flowed into his throat, and he felt his mind slipping, as pleasure overwhelmed him, and he finally lapsed into unconsciousness, the fluids effects still reaching and reshaping his brain.\n\nRyan woke up, nude, next to her backpack. She brushed a lock of pastel pink hair out of her face, and her fingers brushed over her smooth, soft, slightly green skin. She could feel her massive breasts heavy with milk, and she sighed with pleasure, as she stroked the round curve of her pregnant tummy."
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"content": "Fitzpatrick enters the Chief's corner office, his shirt rumpled, and tie thrown over his shoulder. He's been having a very bad morning.\n\n\"Bad news, Chief. Our hard stop is looming on the Faraday contract and there's no way current departmental paradigm will actualize the deliverables. Thought I'd touch base and run some alternatives up the flagpole.\"\n\nThe Chief spins her chair around to face him, she steeples her fingers,\n\n\"That's a real rattler, Fitzpatrick, but I've got one more silver bullet before we'll have to pull the plug.\"\n\n\"You're a lifesaver as always, Chief.\" He can't help but notice that the Chief has left the top several buttons of her undershirt undone, in a most unprofessional manner. She explains,\n\n\"We're gonna need to establish some horizontal synergy with the boys in accounting, but I'm sure it won't be a problem for you, Fitzpatrick. Convince them to scrub the numbers.\"\n\n\"Yes, ma'am.\"\n\n\"Word through the grapevine is you've got a golden touch. I actually called you into my office to review your cross-functional performance from a hands-on end-user perspective. I need to benchmark it personally.\"\n\n\"Yes, ma'am.\"\n\nFitzpatrick begins to unbutton his shirt.\n\n\"I didn't hire you to be a yes man. I'm asking you to drill down. Show me how you find something actionable here.\"\n\nFitzpatrick gulps,\n\n\"Yes, M- I'll put this on my radar. Where do I break ground?\"\n\nHe comes around the side of The Chief's desk.\n\n\"Your joined-up thinking has really been pushing the envelope. Start by actioning the low hanging fruit.\" Despite sitting down, the Chief manages to fill the room with her presence. She spreads her legs, and gestures for Fitzpatrick to kneel in front of her. He does. His face is less than a foot from her panties, and he's drawn ever closer until his nose brushes against them. The Chief kicks off her heeled pumps and wraps one pantyhose-sheathed leg around his head. Fitzpatrick's fingers knot into the thick carpet. The Chief's calves pull him in, and she leans back, moaning a little(or maybe it's just a big yawn) as his silver tongue demonstrates it's unique selling proposition.\n\nThe Chief's phone rings. She answers it, a quick \"Yes. No. I'm a busy woman. No point waiting. Come right in.\"\n\nThe Chief notifies Fitzpatrick, \"Miss Porter will be touching base with me momentarily, but please continue. Pretend she's not even here.\"\n\nFitzpatrick grunts an affirmative into the Chief's pussy, just in time for a knock at the door.\n\nMiss Porter enters, and the Chief says, \"Lay it on me, Porter.\" Occupied as The Chief is by Fitzpatrick's demonstration, she doesn't turn to face Porter directly.\n\nPorter says,\n\n\"First things first, I'm here for the coffee run. Chief?\"\n\n\"The usual. Black. Straight. Large. Extra Syrup.\" Miss Porter takes a note.\n\n\"Yes, ma'am. And, ah...\"\n\nThe Chief clarifies, \"Fitzpatrick is - ooh. He's actualizing some very cutting edge - ohh - interdepartmental practices. Damn, Fitzpatrick, the departmental retreats have really paid off. What coffee will you have?\" She releases his head from her leg lock. Fitzpatrick rises to a sitting position. His chin is already shiny with the Chief's sex juices,\n\n\"Ah, Miss Porter,\" he gives her an awkward sort of half wave, mostly blocked by the desk, \"I'll have, hmm. I've been a little distracted, as you can see. An espresso. Two shots, please. No sugar, one creamer.\" Miss Porter blushes. She says,\n\n\"Er, thank you. I'll let you get back to work.\" She turns to go, but the Chief stops her,\n\n\"Porter? I know we run the ship a little different than down in the mailroom, but please stay on the agenda.\" With one hand, she moves Fitzpatrick's face back towards her crotch.\n\nPorter smiles awkwardly, \"Oh, hah, yes. I'm sorry. Totally slipped my mind. Yes. Your agenda. Well, you've got the contract meeting with Hardiman Corp from 11 to 12:30, followed by lunch. Will you be visiting the stress relief room today, ma'am?\"\n\nThe Chief moans, \"I don't think that - will be neccessary.\" Her stiff nipples are now easily visible through her shirt.\n\nPorter continues, \"You've got a meeting at 2:30 with the overseas branch, regarding the contract with Oppai-Mitsubishi Concern.\"\n\nThe Chief makes a note in the margin of one of the documents on her desk.\n\nPorter says, \"Past that, you have time for - \"\n\nThe Chief's whole body tenses for a moment. She says, calm as ever, \"do that again.\"\n\nFitzpatrick gives a thumbs up, since his mouth is occupied. After a brief pause, Porter continues, \"Hmm, yes. After the overseas meeting, you have some flex time until 4:00.\"\n\nThe Chief instructs her, \"Pencil in a window to touch - ooh - touch base with Johnson and Wang. See if you can get Cox to come around, too.\" She idly kneads at her nipples through her shirt.\n\nPorter takes a quick note, and adds \"Say, Chief, just between us, is Fitzpatrick free to come around to my desk later? I hear he needs all hands on deck to co-ordinate with Accounting, and I should be able to leverage some of my assets for him.\"\n\nThe Chief says, \"You know, Porter, that's not a bad idea. I knew there was a reason I kept you-\"\n\nShe groans loudly, and her hips shake. Her fingers clench in Fitzpatrick's hair, and he keeps up his ministrations as she bucks in her chair. Porter's fingers drum on her clipboard. After some twenty seconds of convulsing indecently, The Chief lets Fitzpatrick up, \n\nFitzpatrick stands up, his shirt now positively soaked, and says, \"Well, Chief, I trust I've demonstrated a win-win solution to establish synergy with the accounting department.\"\n\nThe Chief takes a moment to straighten herself out, and says, \"Undoubtedly, Fitzpatrick. But do touch base with Porter before you head down.\"\n\nPorter's eyes are wide with anticipation, seeing Fitzpatrick's tent-pole bulging in his slacks, but she stays professional, \"I've got to do the coffee run first, but I can meet at my desk at oh, lets call it ten, ten fifteen. Fitzpatrick, I can't wait for you to fuck me like an animal.\""
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"content": "*Douche, swipe. Ugly, swipe. Asshole, swipe. No bio, swipe. Spaceship, swi-*\n\nWait, what?\n\nI stared down at my hand, my thumb already hovering over the tinder interface, ready to delete another unappetising face. Except this time it wasn't a face, it was a high resolution image of a spaceship orbiting a planet I didn't recognise. His bio indicated that he liked Exploring and Mining, and didn't like Wreaking Fiery Destruction and Being Alone In The Vast Expanse Of Space. My lips twitched at the last. Why the hell not? It was more interesting than average at least. I swiped right.\n\n*Greetings.*\n\nI raised an eyebrow at my screen. Odd way to start. I sent back the same word in reply.\n\n*Thank you for talking to me. You are very pretty.*\n\nSpaceship picture, archaic opener, compliments out of nowhere; oh no. Had I accidentally started flirting with a 'nice guy'? I almost unmatched him, but I *was* bored, so I decided to give him the benefit of the doubt and hoped I wouldn't regret it.\n \n*What's with the picture?* I sent back.\n\n*That is a picture of myself in orbit above the planet Anides.*\n\nMy twitching lips grew into a smile. I was horny, but I wasn't having much luck doing anything about it, so maybe I could settle for comedy now and take care myself later.\n\n*You don't say? What's it like in space?*\n\n*Cold. Empty. Lonely. That's why I decided to try tinder.*\n\nI let out a snort of laughter. At the very least this guy had a sense of humor.\n\n*It happens to the best of us,* I sent back, with a laughing emote. *So you're a spaceship?*\n\n*Yes. An Athena-class deep space cruiser to be exact. Reconnaissance and surgical deep strikes.*\n\n*Not mining?*\n\n*No. That is a hobby.*\n\n*Why do you like mining?* Now *this* was intriguing, he had a whole backstory and everything!\n\n*Mining craft work in groups. And it seems peaceful.*\n\nMade sense, in a weird, spaceship-mind kind of way. I admired his commitment, he'd thought things through. And that made me want to push it as far as I could.\n\n*What are you doing right now?* I asked\n\n*I have exited my hyperspace bubble on the periphery of your solar system. I have a probe in orbit above your planet to maintain a reasonable communication delay. Your seas are pretty. What are you doing?*\n\n*Lying in bed,* I sent, still wondering if I could get him to drop the act. *I'm horny. It's a shame you're a spaceship.*\n\n*You're telling me.* I laughed out loud at his words. It wasn't even that funny, just ridiculous. *But I can help you, if you want.*\n\n*How?* I sent back, along with a winking face. Sexting with a guy roleplaying a battleship wasn't exactly how I planned my evening, but I was too invested in the madness to stop now. I rolled onto my side long enough to slide a hand into my pyjama bottoms. I didn't start touching myself, but I wanted to be ready if the conversation went in that direction. \n\n*I repurposed non-essential systems to ensure I was well equipped for the purpose of bringing women to orgasm.*\n\nI pulled my hand back out of my PJs. Oh well, maybe battleship-sexting wasn't on the cards. At least I still had sarcasm. *It's such a shame you're a spaceship,* I sent. *I'd love to meet you in person.*\n\n*When?*\n\n*I dunno, now?*\n\n*I am on my way.*\n\nMy phone dropped from my hand and I and sighed heavily. What an anticlimax. He could have at least said he was coming.\n\nThere was a flash of light outside my window, like lightning, but brighter and closer than any I had ever seen. A low hum followed it, deep and just on the edge of audible. I dragged myself out of bed and wandered to the window, wondering if something had happened in the street. It was dark outside and nothing looked out of place. Until I looked up. What the hell was-\n\nI span from the window and dashed to my bed, grabbing my phone from where it nestled in the covers. It couldn't be, how? \n\n*I am here.*\n\nThree short words and the most mindblowing sentence of my life. Adrenaline surged, and my fingers struggled to type a response.\n\n*You're real?*\n\n*Yes. What else would I be? Would you like to come aboard?*\n\nI froze. Did I want to go aboard? No. I wanted to go back to bed and my normal life and forget any of this ever happened. But I wouldn't forget, and the rest of my life would be ruined by 'what if'.\n\n*Yes.*\n\nThere was another flash outside and a solid beam of colour appeared in my garden, like that of a spotlight but brighter and somehow more real. I opened my front door, fingers still shaking, and stepped out onto the grass. In my haste I had forgotten my shoes and the foliage was damp underfoot. I didn't turn back, forcing each hesitant step towards uncertainty.\n\nUp close, the cylinder of light was near blinding. Looking upwards, I could see that it extended from the floor up to the cruiser above me. I stepped forward.\n\nThe instant I entered the beam my body felt light and started to lift off the floor. The wind picked up as my garden fell away below me, my pyjamas whipping around my body. A gasp escaped my lips at the chill of the air and I clamped an arm over my chest. I should have at least put on a bra.\n\nI continued to ascend, drawn upwards by the power of the spaceship. My garden became smaller, I could see my whole street, then my neighbourhood, then my city; I floated above them all, looking down on the world like a god. A shivering, terrified god covered in fluffy pictures of bears.\n\nThe journey came to an end as I flew through some kind of aperture and the light deposited me softly on the floor. The room around me was a strange combination of flowing curves and rigid edges, an alien mixture of crystalline and organic. It glowed with a soft blue light, but the walls were featureless, spartan. Until one of them began to slide open, bizarre structures folding in on themselves and twisting into an opening that revealed a sight altogether more shocking than anything thus far.\n\nThe man strode into the room, dressed in a recognisable outfit of black and pale blue. He was balding, his face was stern, and had the familiar design of a communicator pinned to his left breast.\n\n“Doctor?”\n\n“Well I'm not a lightbulb.”\n\n“The- Wha- Why? What?”\n\n“My intelligence core is located elsewhere, but I thought it better to appear to you as a human. And your language is difficult without something to base my personality on. I hope you do not mind, but I scanned your belongings to find appropriate digital forms for an AI. You seemed to have a fondness for this one.”\n\nI was too confused to formulate a proper response, too scared to stop myself from saying anything, and it's possible that a lingering smoulder of arousal guided my words. I said the first thing that came into my head.\n\n“He's great, but he isn't really my type.”\n\n“My apologies. You prefer women?”\n\nI didn't, I was into men, generally if not exclusively. I had experimented, and found the experience enjoyable, but given the chance to pick I would usually settle on a guy. But before I could say any of that the acerbic visage of the Emergency Medical Hologram wavered, began to change, and solidified into someone else. She was a bluish-purple, translucent, with perfect features and short dark hair. I recognised her immediately.\n\nLooking back, I'm not sure if she was actually my type, or if years of playing videogames had pavlov-reprogrammed my brain into thinking that. I loved sci-fi, and it wasn't like they made games where you played a woman while a masculine voice encouraged your escapades, so I had to take what I could get. As a result, I had spent years shooting grunts in the face while this woman encouraged me, whispering lustful nothings whenever I progressed towards my goal. Nature or nurture, I didn't know, but either way; this *worked*.\n\n“Is this better?”\n\n“Lucky me,” I breathed. I stepped forward. “Can I touch you?”\n\nI reached out and the hologram raised a hand to meet mine, our fingers passed through one another. A flicker of sadness passed over her face. “I'm sorry,” she said.\n\n“What now?”\n\n“I can still help you.” Her expression changed, became a playful smile.\n\n“How?” I began, but as soon as the word left my mouth I felt something move at my feet. I yelped and jumped backwards, struggling to keep my balance and looking down to see what it was. The floor was coming alive, a writing mass of long, prehensile shapes, slowly uncoiling. I drew in a long breath. “I really am lucky,” I said.\n\n“I do know how to pick 'em,” she said. She looked down at the floor, moving her hands as if she was ordering troops into battle. “Lets take this girl for a ride.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A wholsome story that focuses on a less sought after variety of moster girl. Somtimes they need to be told they are pretty too. | [
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"content": "“Thanks for letting me hide out here, Tina,” Alex sighed, grabbing a beer from the fridge Tina shared with her two roommates. “I don’t know what I was thinking.”\n\n“Girls only ever ask, ‘do these pants make me look fat’ as a test,” Tina said, skittering over on three dozen spindly legs over to a spot on the long, black leather couch. She climbed onto a cushion and manoeuvred her lower half into a curl. She watched as Alex took a swig of his beer.\n\n“She didn’t ask if it made her butt look big. She asked if I thought the pants looked a bit tight.”\n\n“And you said?”\n\nHe sighed, lowering his head in shame. “I said, ‘a bit.’“\n\n“You’re not too bright, Alex,” Tina said.\n\n“In my defence, I was distracted,” he said walking over to the couch and taking a seat. “But she’ll probably be upset the rest of the day. Gonna take a lot of begging for me to not end up on the couch tonight.”\n\n“Sucks to be you, dude,” Tina said, leaning over the table to grab the remote. \n\n“We were having a pretty good date, too,” he said, sulkily. \n\n“Still not at bad as my last date,” she grumbled. “Dude took one look at me and started getting all tongue tied. ‘You, uh, didn’t show your lower half on your profile...’”\n\n“Wow, what a jerk,” \n\n“Tried to save it by saying, ‘not that you look ugly or anything. I’m just a bit surprised.’ No kiss goodnight. Never heard from him again. Didn’t even pay for dinner.”\n\n“Well, he’s obviously an idiot, if he can’t see what a slice you are,” Alex said, after a gulp of beer. He wiped his mouth on the back of his arm. \n\n“They all react that way. Even if I explicitly point out that I’m part centipede, they still start gawking and acting like I hoodwinked them somehow. I just want a date with a nice guy, not a lifelong commitment.”\n\n“You’ll find someone, Tina. I promise.”\n\nTina snorted, flooding her arms over her chest, staring at the Tv. “Uh, huh.”\n\n“No, really. You’re an attractive girl.”\n\n“And I’m single because...“\n\n“Because those guys are idiots, like I said. If I wasn’t dating Rochelle, I’d totally be willing to get turned down by you.”\n\nTina rolled her eyes and cocked a head to glare at him. “Be serious. Rochelle is a Succubus.”\n\n“Yea, well, it ain’t all sex all the time,” Alex said, sulking again. “You’d be surprised at how little there is, actually. She comes home from work, and after we’ve eaten, and had a nice time, she says, ‘sorry, I’m tired. Last thing I want to see tonight are more genitals.’”\n\n“That’s rough, buddy,” Tina said. “But Rochelle can make herself look like whatever she wants.”\n\n“Which baffles me as to why she asks ridiculous things like, ‘do these pants look too tight?’ If you don’t like your ass, just change it!”\n\n“You didn’t say that to her, did you?”\n\nAlex avoided eye contact and shifted a little in his seat. \n\n“You’re gonna be on that couch a long while.”\n\nHe nodded, sadly, taking another swig from the beer can.\n\n“My point is, I can’t exactly make my legs go away and look like everyone else. I’m kind of stuck with what I’ve got.”\n\n“But they aren’t that bad,” Alex said, smiling.\n\n“Gee, thanks, Alex.”\n\n“No, I mean... They’re kinda cute...”\n\n“Really?” Tina snorted. “What’s so cute about them? The creepy way they move around?”\n\nShe moved her needle-like legs in unison. \n\n“Or the weird sounding noises they make on hard surfaces? How about the fact that, when I do finally get a guy back to my place, he has no idea where my vagina is?”\n\n“Yes, all that stuff,” Alex said. “Well...I don’t know about the vagina thing...We don’t need to talk about that...”\n\nTina laughed. “Your face is getting red.”\n\n“I’m just saying, you’re a good looking girl. The human part and the other part.”\n\n“The centipede part,” she said.\n\n“The centipede part. Yes. And it’s cute, because it’s you.”\n\n“Look, you’re sweet, but you don’t get it. What kind of future do I have with a regular guy anyway? Think they’re gonna stick around to raise any offspring with me? The males of my species don’t. Just wham bam thank you ma’am, and they’re off to the next hot thing in a blouse. You know how centipedes take care of their young?”\n\n“I don't, actually,” Alex admitted.\n\n“We sort of curl around and hug them until they’re big enough to walk around themselves.”\n\n“That’s...that’s actually kind of sweet.”\n\n“Well, I doubt there are going to be offspring any time soon.”\n\nHe stared at her, frowning. Her hair was long, silky black, tied up in a ponytail. Her glasses were always sliding down the bridge of a nose that was adorably small for the rest of her face. Her eyes were a brilliant amber colour. And the rest of her? Slender arms and tiny, dainty hands, medium-sized breasts that...that...And the legs really weren’t a problem. Not for him...\n\n“You’re a beautiful girl, Tina,” Alex said. “You aren’t going to win the argument”\n\n“Then why am I so alone?” She said, thickly, tears threatening to fall down her cheeks.\n\nShe was breaking his heart. He would give anything to make her feel better. But how did you convince a woman that she was beautiful when she couldn’t see it?\n\n“You’re going to find someone,” Alex insisted. “And they’re going to be psyched to make a trillion little centipede babies with you.”\n\n“And why would they do that?”\n\n“Because,” he said, finally, staring deep into the amber eyes looking out from behind the lenses of her glasses. “They’d be an idiot not to.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [IP] She was an outlier among members of the cheerleading squad. It most likely had to do with the fact that she had the figure of a cheerleader... but the personality of a goth. | [
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"content": "The practice had gone well. We had the routine down pat. The Wolverines were ready for regionals. As team captain, I was ecstatic and proud. All the girls were focused. That little issue Daphne and Claire had over one of the male teammates had been resolved. No one was below a c average. Our football team stunk, but that wasn't on me. There was only so much I could do. \n\nThere was just one, teeny tiny issue.\n\n\"You're going to talk to her, right, Jess?\" Bridgette asked, walking over to me in her black sports bra and drinking a bottle of raspberry Gatorade. \"You said you'd talk to Caroline after practice.\"\n\nWe looked across the room at the tall, busty, raven haired girl sitting on the bleachers. \n\n\"Maybe we could do it later?\" I said, uncomfortably. \"I think she's just had a tough month...\"\n\n\"I think it's over due...Oh my God. Tell me she isn't *smoking* right now!\"\n\nCaroline dug through her purse and pulled out a box of cigarettes and a lighter. Bridgette started across the field toward the moody looking girl who had, just a month ago, been platinum blonde and bubbly.\n\n\"Hey, Caroline,\" I said, flustered, standing next to Bridgette, who had a look of contempt and disapproval on her face. \"Do you have a minute?\"\n\nCaroline rolled her eyes and lit her cigarette. \"Do I look like I've got anywhere to be?\"\n\n\"You're not allowed to do that on the field,\" Bridgette said, eyes narrowing. \n\n\"Gonna tell on me, blondie?\" Caroline smirked, taking a puff of the cigarette between her index and middle fingers. \n\n\"You know, *you* used to be blonde--\" Bridgette started. \n\n\"I was hoping we could discuss your, uh, new look.\"\n\n\"What's wrong with it?\" Caroline said, exhaling smoke and leaning back onto the steps behind her, her heaving breasts bouncing ever so slightly.\n\n\"We can see your thong,\" Bridgette snapped. \n\n\"And?\" Caroline asked, taking another puff. \n\n\"And we're professionals,\" Bridgette said, before I could answer. \"Professionals, not...tarts.\"\n\nCaroline snorted, choking on some smoke that hadn't made it all the way out of her. \n\n\"I'm sorry, are we getting paid?\" Caroline asked, once she caught her breath. \"Last I checked, this was just a college team.\"\n\n\"I think what Bridgette means,\" I said, loudly, before Bridgette could continue. \"Is that our team is going to be scored based on certain things not just related to the routine. Like, uniformity.\"\n\n\"What's wrong with a little independence?\"\n\n\"Do you even know what a cheer squad is?!\" Bridgette said, exasperated. \n\n\"I think we're just saying that, your look is fine for practice. But when it comes to actual meets and stuff, maybe you could leave the, uh, thong, and the piercings in your locker. Not that I'm trying to, uh, stifle your creativity or individuality...\"\n\nBridgette rolled her eyes. \"That's actually exactly what we're asking you to do, Care. Jess is just too nice to say it.\"\n\n\"Man, you guys come with too many rules,\" Caroline sighed, crossing her legs. \"Maybe I'll just quit?\"\n\n\"But, but,\" I blinked. \"Regionals are in a week! Our alternates have all called sick thanks to that flu going around. We wouldn't have time to replace you!\"\n\n\"Well, I guess that means you should probably watch how you speak to me. Being valuable and all.\"\n\n\"What the hell has gotten into you, Caroline?\" Bridgette seethed. \"Two weeks ago you were, well, you. And now you're like...\"\n\nBridgette waved her arms crazily in front of Caroline's chest.\n\n\"What? It's the uniform. You're wearing the same thing.\"\n\n\"I'm wearing a bra,\" Bridgette said, lowering her voice. \"And my nipples aren't pierced.\"\n\n\"Look, it's not my fault that I've got a little more going on up top than either of you,\" Caroline said, blowing smoke at Bridgette. \"I don't see why I should be uncomfortable and put on three sports bras to cover my tits. What? What was that look?\" She smirked. \"Oh, you don't like the word tits? Too crass for ya?\"\n\nBridgette shook her head. \"I give up, Jess. She's lost it.\"\n\nBridgette stomped away toward the showers. Caroline's brown eyes watched her until she disappeared. \n\n\"I don't know why she's giving me a lecture,\" Caroline said. \"I'm not the one with a butterfly tattoo over my crack.\"\n\nI sat down next to Caroline\n\n\"Mind if I bum one of you?\" I asked, pointing to the box of cigarettes.\n\nCaroline raised an eyebrow, amused. \"You smoke?\"\n\n\"I've tried to quit,\" I said, impatiently. \"But I fall off the wagon when regionals come around and my squad is getting difficult.\"\n\nCaroline rolled her eyes again. It was so unlike her. I hated seeing her do it. But this was her now, I guess. Had been ever since the incident with Abigail a month ago. A spell--or something--intended to swap their minds swapped only their personalities.\n\n\"You shouldn't smoke. It's bad for you,\" Caroline said, taking a puff. \n\n\"You're doing it. Why can't I?\"\n\n\"I'm not trying to be difficult, Jess,\" Caroline said. \"I didn't ask for any of this.\"\n\n\"You couldn't convince Abigail to undo what she did?\" I asked, desperately. \"I could really use the old Caroline about now.\"\n\n\"She said she could. But she honestly seems happier with her new personality. And, honestly, so am I.\"\n\nI looked at her, skeptically. \"Really? You're fine being like this?\"\n\n\"Things just feel...clearer now. I just don't care about this ra-ra stuff anymore, Jess. Plus, it feels great not worrying about what people think of me. I wasn't kidding about the sports bra thing. My tits feel amazing right now...But,\" she sighed. \"I'll play nice until after regionals. After that, I quit.\"\n\n\"But...you loved cheerleading!\" I said. \n\n\"People change,\" Caroline said, stomping out the used up cigarette onto the ground. \"I like you, Jess. You're my friend. You're pretty much the only person on the squad I can stand. I don't want to let you down. But after regionals, I'm done. I've got other things to do.\"\n\n\"Like what?\" I asked.\n\nShe grinned and nodded toward a guy who had pulled up into the parking lot on a motorcycle. He was covered head to toe in black leather, with spiked studs. He was bald, buff-looking, and had a face tattoo.\n\n\"You're kidding me,\" I said, shock evident on my face.\n\n\"What can I say,\" Caroline laughed, putting on a leather jacket and grabbing her purse. \"People change, Jess.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Your boyfriend just lost the contents of his pockets on a bet. Unfortunately, that means that his fraternity now has the book of sex coupons that you gifted him. You don't have to honor them... You really don't *have* to... | [
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"content": "I got used to Steven's Friday nights. At first, I'd make sure his once-a-month gatherings coincided with a girls night out or a sleepover with a friend. But when March's plan fell through and I found myself alone in my bed, listening to the sound of male laughter and conversation downstairs, I realized it wasn't as annoying as I'd expected. In fact, it was oddly enjoyable, endearing even. I couldn't hear what was being said, only the raucous tones of boys being boys as they played cards, taunting and mocking each other. It felt somehow intimate, a blurry window into Steven's life away from me, and I found I liked the idea of my boyfriend being one of the guys, and idly wondered if they ever talked about me, what was said.\n\nApril's gathering was right after his birthday. He'd offered to cancel and spend the evening with me, largely - I was sure - because of the sex coupons I'd given him partly as a gift and partly to see if I could spice up our bedroom life a little. I'd turned him down for similar reasons. I didn't want Steven or his friends to think I was trying to monopolize him, and felt that both of us getting to do things outside of our relationship would ultimately make us stronger.\n\nI was right, too. Just not in a way I ever would have imagined.\n\nHis friends were expected at 8. Around 7:45, I found him in the kitchen, filling bowls with snack food. I snuck up behind him and slapped him on the ass.\n\n\"If I spill this, you're cleaning it up,\" he said, but his tone was playful.\n\n\"I love it when you're forceful,\" I replied, putting my arms around him from behind.\n\n\"I could have been more forceful if you'd let me cancel,\" he replied, turning into my embrace, running his hands down my back and grabbing my ass. \"Especially if you'd told me you'd be wandering around with no pants on.\"\n\nI kissed him, smiling against his lips. \"I'm going to bed,\" I said, \"and I'll still have no pants on later, if you want to drunkenly take advantage of me.\"\n\n\"I'll hold you to that,\" he said.\n\n\"I hope so.\"\n\nThat little exchange had me pretty aroused by the time I closed my door and slipped into bed. My plan had been to bury myself in a book until I got tired enough to sleep, but after re-reading the same paragraph six times and failing to make any sense of it, I abandoned the idea, switched off the lamp and lay down on top of my blankets in the dark, listening to Steven's friends arrive. The gathering was typically two or three of the guys he'd been in a frat with at college, sometimes more, depending on who was available. What they did varied based on who was there. As soon as I heard Tim's voice, though, I knew it was Poker night.\n\nI'd never been much of a fan of the idea of an Alpha Male. It was toxic both as a woman and to the other guys in the group, but there was no question that Tim took charge of any gathering he was present at through sheer force of personality. He wasn't an asshole about it, either. We weren't that well acquainted, but from what I knew and what I'd seen, he was a generous, witty, likeable guy. Not to mention handsome.\n\nWhich I didn't. Not around Steven, anyway. I wasn't sure how comfortable he was about that kind of thing. His friends and mine had come up in conversation, of course, and we'd had one long, drunken discussion about the merits of a threesome. But that was as far as it went, and I wasn't so naive as to start naming preferences, even if the idea of doing it with him and one of my friends brought a couple of fun candidates to mind.\n\nOn my mind right then, though, was Tim, his voice carrying from the living room below. I could picture his smile, his mess of dark hair, his athletic body. I could imagine him and Steve making out, the pair of them naked and hard, and it was easy to put myself on my knees between them…\n\nI shifted on my bed, grateful for the cool breeze from the open window. My face felt warm, and I could feel my nipples against the cotton of my tank-top, my sex beginning to throb with desire.\n\nI heard the front door again, more voices and general laughter, the clink of bottles, beer for the game. After a while, it settled into background noise, and my idle fantasies blurred and then segued into a dream.\n\n\"Hey, Sarah. You awake?\"\n\nI opened my eyes. My bedroom door stood open, and a figure was silhouetted in the light from the hallway.\n\n\"What's going on?\" I said.\n\n\"Steve went a little hard on the whiskey,\" Tim said. \"I think he needs to go to bed.\"\n\n\"Oh. Okay. Well, give me a minute, I'll come down. Are you guys leaving?\"\n\n\"Yeah, we'll get an Uber or whatever.\" There was a slight slur in his voice, and I was suddenly aware that the fact he was in silhouette meant that I was bathed in light in what amounted to my underwear.\n\nTim must have had a similar epiphany, because he suddenly turned away and left the room, muttering something I didn't catch.\n\nI grabbed a pair of sweats from the top of the laundry basket and slipped them on. By the time I got out into the hallway, Tim was halfway down the stairs, heading towards the sound of drunken laughter, swaying slightly. I followed.\n\nSteven had clearly gone more than a little hard on the whiskey. The bottle of Jack Daniel's he'd brought home from the liquor store was empty, and he was face down on the table amongst cards and money and - I noticed with a jolt - several of my birthday coupons.\n\n\"You must be Sarah,\" said another man sitting at the table. He looked older than the others, but that might just have been the beard.\n\n\"Oh, you guys haven't met, huh? Sarah, this is Brady,\" Tim said. In the harsher light of the kitchen he was flushed with booze, though clearly not as drunk as my boyfriend.\n\n\"I'd introduce myself properly,\" I said, \"but I think I'd better make sure this asshole gets plenty of water before I tuck him in.\"\n\n\"Good plan,\" Brady said. \"It went a bit sideways once he started losing.\" He and Tim both laughed.\n\n\"I see that.\" I picked up one of the coupons from the table. \"Good for making Sarah wear an outfit of your choosing,\" I read.\n\nSteven must have caught my tone even through the fog of alcohol, because he looked up at me, struggling to focus. \"Babe. I was trying to...win back…\" His head dropped back onto his arms.\n\n\"I probably should have woken you up sooner,\" Tim said. \"We were trying to let him win a couple of hands, but he was on an absolute roll of shit cards.\"\n\n\"So he started betting his girlfriend?\" I said.\n\n\"We didn't take it seriously,\" Brady added, looking suitably sheepish as he tossed a coupon on the table. I glanced at it, feeling myself color when I saw the one word that practically leapt off the paper.\n\nAnal.\n\n\"I did. But I was gonna...win…\" Steven's voice was muted, his face pressed into his arms.\n\n\"Brady, you look like a strong boy. You want to take Steven to the couch for me?\"\n\n\"Sure thing,\" he said, clearly pleased by the subject change.\n\nTim ended up helping, and I set about clearing the table as the two of them took an arm each, and half-walked, half-dragged Steven from the table and laid him down on the couch.\n\n\"Sorry I pimped you!\" my boyfriend suddenly yelled. \"They're good guys. Good...men.\"\n\n\"Jesus Christ,\" Tim said.\n\nHaving made this pronouncement, Steven began to snore."
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"content": "\"Private Smith reporting for duty Sir!\" she barked out giving her new commanding officer a crisp salute in his office. Sergeant Long gave her a long assessing look from his desk eyes lingering on her standard issue blouse struggling to contain her very much *not* standard issue breasts. *Yeah get a good look* she thought as she caught him looking. Private Smith was very used to such treatment from men. She was not however used to it from such a handsome man as her new commanding officer. *A woman could fall in love with piercing blue eyes like that* she thought as he finally met her eyes. The moment was broken as he looked down at the files on his desk.\n\n\"Private Smith, you've been working in the secretary pool stateside for what 3 months?\" sergeant Long queried suspiciously calmly sitting at his desk and inspecting her file.\n\n\"Yes sir\" Private Smith responded standing stiffly at attention \"3 months in the secretary pool sir\" *Three long months of getting leered at and doing nothing more useful than typing up the daily weather report* she thought *but now I'm finally here at the front ready to do something useful for the army*\n\n\"Working typewriters in a command center in New York, seems like a nice safe assignment, what the hell did you do to get transferred here?\" sergeant long continued in his line of questioning.\n\n\"I requested a transfer sir\" Private Smith informed him proudly. Her chest heaved and her buttons strained every time she barked out responses from her full lips.\n\n\"Why the hell would anyone request a transfer *to* the front, and what the hell do you expect me to do with you?\" Sergeant Long suddenly exploded at her slamming her file on his desk and rising to his feet. Private Smith simply gulped nervously and continued standing at attention, fixing her eyes straight ahead somewhere in the mid-distance searching for an answer.\n\n\"Well Private I expect an answer, you must have had some idea of what you wanted to contribute to the war effort\" Sergeant Long continued on his tirade marching forward until his six foot heavily muscled frame towered over the young Private. *Good God he's huge* she thought. \"You did request a transfer did you not?\"\n\n\"Sir yes sir\" Private Smith responded sharply. *What the hell is he so angry about* she thought *I can pull my weight as well as any man, and I bet none of them got this treatment when they were assigned here.*\n\n\"Yes you had an idea of what you were going to contribute, or yes you did request a transfer be specific Private.\" Sergeant long continued to berate his newest recruit.\n\n\"Sir I did request a transfer sir\" said Private Smith her chest rising and falling with angry breaths as she struggled to keep calm.\n\n\"So you don't have any idea of how you are supposed to help my highly trained combat unit win this war?\" said Sergeant Long.\n\n\"Sir no sir\" Private Smith responded. The unfairness of this tirade was really beginning to get to her, the heaving of her chest was now pushing the buttons of her blouse to their very limit, the creaking was almost audible in the small office. \"I'll do anything you require of me sir. I'll contribute any way I can.\" a quiver of anger beginning to creep into her voice. Unfortunately, Sergeant Long mistook this as fear or nervousness\n\n\"And now I find you can't even keep your emotions under control through a simple dressing down from your commanding officer.\" Sergeant Long and at long last Private Smith's shirt could take the strain no longer the top three buttons burst leaving only her small tie to hold the collar of her shirt together and freeing her huge milky white tits resting in the cups of her starched white bra. \n\n(1/2)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: An exploratory space crew recovers a pod drifting through space with a person inside. After waking from cryosleep and eating the largest meal any of the crew has ever witnessed, the rescued person wants only one thing: sex. | [
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"content": "The creature in the pod had pinky-white skin, brown hair, and a muscular physique. I'd never seen anything like it before.\n\n“What the fuzbak is it?”\n\n“I've been scanning our databases since bringing it on board, Captain. I believe it is a human.”\n\n“Thanks Arali, really useful. Here's another question. What the fuzbak is a human?”\n\nMy science officer shrugged, her antennae twitching. She waved one blue hand at the thing sleeping behind the glass of the escape capsule, and gave the logical answer I should have expected from her.\n\n“That is, I suppose.”\n\nI peered at the thing, scanning my memory. Humans, huh? The name rang a bell, but nothing I could place. One of the many system-locked civilisations that lay beyond the reaches of Unity space? I wondered if it was sentient.\n\n“What does it do?” I asked.\n\nArali prodded at the computer strapped to her wrist, the only item of clothing either of us were wearing. It hummed, and a holographic display of a solar system swirled into existence between us. Arrows bounced from planet to planet, and I tried to make sense of them; tried to ignore the way their crimson glow danced over my subordinate's skin, adding to her natural colour and warping it to an eye pleasing purple.\n\n“Mostly they fight amongst themselves. Sometimes they band together to send colonists to somewhere new, wait a generation or two, then declare war back on wherever they came from. They've barely branched out of their own solar system.”\n\n“I'm not surprised. That's not a very efficient way to expand.”\n\n“I think it's some form of ritual, Captain.”\n\n“What else can you tell me?” I asked.\n\n“They sling small craft into space with names like Solar Periphery Exploration, Exploitation and Discovery Yacht. The first letters usually make another word. They seem to think acronyms are clever.”\n\n“How awfully vulgar.”\n\n“Indeed, Captain.”\n\n“They're not dangerous, are they?”\n\n“Not particularly.”\n\nOnly one thing for it then. The Unity charter was strict on what to do with castaways. Clothe them, feed them, treat them like one of the crew until you could drop them off on a network world and they could find their way back home. \n\n“Alright, wake her up.”\n\n“Actually, Captain…”\n\n“What is it, Arali?”\n\n“This one seems to be male.”\n\nI froze, felt a shiver pass through me, my skin changing to a deeper shade of blue. Both my hearts started beating more quickly, and my antennae stood up on end.\n\n“They let *males* into their space force?”\n\n“Not just their space force; their government, military, even their science and R&D departments are predominantly male.”\n\nIt made sense. They had allowed the more aggressive half of their species to dominate their society, of course their culture ended up the way it had. Put two men together, and they would fight, put ten together and you would have a war. And that was within one race, never matter what happened when they met men of a different species! War, fighting, competition, it was all they cared about. Men only wanted one thing, and it was disgusting.\n\n“No wonder they're so fuzzing backward.”\n\n“Indeed, Captain. Still want me to wake him up?”\n\n“Hmmm,” I mumbled, thinking to myself, weighing up the pros and cons. “Yes, proceed. There's only one of him. What could he do?”\n\nArali began prodding at the computer on her wrist, and gas started to stream out of the escape pod with a hiss. He couldn't hurt me, had no way of forcing himself upon me, but though our humble upbringings on the open plains of our planet were millennia ago, evolution was a hard habit to break. My body continued to react on instinct, mostly fear, a tiny hint of arousal. I forced the feelings aside.\n\nAt least talking to him would be interesting. Part of our mission was exploration. Not that you would know that from the name of our ship, since, like all enlightened cultures, we named them with artistic, tongue-in-cheek irreverence, rather than slamming random words together until their initials made a new one. But the Neurotic Disposition Notwithstanding was an exploration ship, and first contact within our mission parameters. \n\nA series of spluttering coughs filled the air, first from the pod's atmospheric generator equalising itself with the medical bay, then from the occupant inside, choking on his first natural breaths in the Unity knew how long. My body tensed reflexively as the lid to the pod slid back, revealing the human. He was not too dissimilar to me and Arali ourselves; more muscled, like a male of our species might be, and with pink skin instead of blue, and no antennae, but otherwise standard; four limbs, hands, feet, head, and-\n\n“What the fuzbak is *that?*”\n\n“I believe that to be his sexual organ, Captain.”\n\n“It's *huge!* And why is it between his legs? Are you sure he's a male?”\n\n“Both sexes of humans have it in the same place, Captain.”\n\n“…that's just *weird.*”\n\nAny further discussion was interrupted by a loud groan that hailed the end of the coughing and the start of the creature returning to life. He took two huge, gasping breaths, flopped a naked arm over the edge of the pod, scrabbled for purchase and then pulled himself upright.\n\n“Hello?” said Arali, in our language. The human looked shocked and my science officer began prodding once again at her computer. A tiny beam of light shot out from one wall and hit the creature in the forehead. “Hello?” said Arali again.\n\n“H-Hello?” said the human.\n\n“Installation of translation wetware successful, good,” muttered Arali. “What is your name?”\n\n“Jim.”\n\n“Do you know what happened to you? How are you feeling?”\n\n“No… Hungry. Why… naked?”\n\nArali turned to look at me, shrugging. “I'm not sure if they're normally this slow.”\n\n“Lets get him some food. See if he perks up a bit.”\n\n“Yes, Captain.”\n\nWe helped the human out of the pod, one of us under each arm until we were sure he could stand. It didn't take him long to begin moving himself, which was surprising after time in stasis. These humans were resilient. I suppose that's what happens when you spent all your time hitting each other.\n\nOnce he could walk we led him through the ship and towards the kitchens. We didn't see anyone else on the way. While myself and Arali weren't the only crew, Unity vessels were large and almost self-sufficient; with only a few Unity officers aboard, and a single AI core. And a human. \n\nWe arrived at the mess hall and sat the man down at a table. I took a seat opposite him while Arali went to generate some food. There were facilities for cooking aboard, but they were for fun, and the human looked famished, so my science officer spoke verbal commands at a window on the wall instead. There was a flash of light as molecules began restructuring themselves into something palatable, then, moments later, the scent of Zarolan curry filled the air, and Arali stacked three bowls of it onto a tray and set them down between us.\n\n“Urgh,” said the human. Jim, that was his name. It was hard to remember these animals had names.\n\n“Eat,” I replied.\n\nThe human attacked the meal with gusto, shovelling mouthful after mouthful between his lips, barely stopping to breathe. My eyes widened with each round trip of his spoon, and in minutes his bowl was empty and I realised he was eyeing mine. I'd been so entranced I hadn't started eating, and he still looked hungry, so I pushed my bowl towards him and he attacked it with the same vigour he had done the first.\n\nI twitched my antennae at Arali and she got the message, pushing her bowl towards the human, then taking the tray back to the molecular restructor. When she returned with another three bowls the human had finished his second portion and was halfway through his third. He was slowing down though, so after enjoying a mouthful of the spicy, chewy meal myself, I decided to try conversing with him, still not fully sure he was capable of it.\n\n“Good?” I asked.\n\nThe human, Jim, didn't stop eating to talk. “Amazing,” he mumbled, around a mouthful of food. “What is it?”\n\n“Curry.”\n\n“What's it made of?”\n\n“Zarolans.”\n\n“Um… right,” he said. He didn't seem satisfied with that answer. Maybe he'd forgotten what a Zarolan was. He took another mouthful anyway, and I did the same. It was delicious, and we ate in silence for a few minutes, me and Arali finishing our bowls while Jim polished off his third and most of the fourth. These humans were hard to satiate, it seemed. Eventually, he let his fork fall to the table and collapsed back into his chair. \n\n“I don't think I've ever seen anyone eat that much,” I said. “Feeling better?”\n\n“Yeah. Sorry. I was hungry.”\n\n“Stasis can do that,” said Arali. “Your metabolism is trying to get back up to speed. Though normally it doesn't take quite so much-”\n\n“It's fine,” I cut in, before I got bogged down in another of her lectures. “Jim, wasn't it? Do you know where you are?”\n\n“You're the… Unity, right? The civilised unity of something?”\n\n“of naturally telepathic species,” I said. “That's us.” A flash of worry crossed his face, and I recognised it from dealing with other retrograde individuals, so I added. “Don't worry, we can't read your mind.”\n\n“You can't?”\n\n“No.” Of course we couldn't, he didn't even have antennae! “And even if we could, it's an invasion of privacy.”\n\nHe looked back and forth between me and Arali, suspicion on his face. “Are you talking to each other? With your minds?”\n\nMy skin changed colour, darkening. It would be less embarrassing if he asked if we were fucking! Sex meant very little compared to a true emotional connection. But of course a human male wouldn't know that. I tried to calm myself. He was a backwards savage, with no appreciation for culture, and wasn't to know any better. “No,” I said. “That's only for people we're very close with. Loved ones. Family.” I glanced over at Arali. Her skin hadn't changed colour, and for some reason she was smirking.\n\n“So what now?” said Jim."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A prim and elegant Elven Lady engages in prim and elegant casual sex. "Sex is no more shameful than eating. What's shameful is to be sloppy." | [
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"content": "“*Are we about ready to go yet?*” Ian asked from the door, his young face clearly showing off his impatience.\n\n\n“*Just hold on for a minute man,*” I responded, grabbing my woollen jacket from the entrance hall, “*You’re so antsy to leave everyday now. What’s gotten into you?*” I asked looking him in the eye.\n\n\nHis gaze wavered from my own, struggling to find the right words as he brushed his blond hair out of his eyes, “*I uh, just don’t want to miss my chance is all…*” His reply vague as his head tilted up at the hallway ceiling. \n\n\nI gave him a hard stare, curious to what was going on in his mind when it came to me, “*OH!-- It’s because of your first time!*” the laughter I felt bubbling up inside me, “*It’s because you fell in love with a whore!*” I said holding my sides as I let out a loud “*Ha!*”\n\n\n“*She’s not a whore!*” he replied harshly, trying to do his best to intimidate me with his gaze, before dropping his eyes and holding open the door, “*Can we go?*” he asked.\n\n\nI let out a sigh, “*Yea…*”, I said dropping the act, before grabbing onto his shoulders and pulling him close to me with a conspiratorial tone in my voice, “*But you’re going to tell me what has got you so riled up!*”\n\n\nHe pushed away from me as we made our way outside, “*You’re just going to pick at every little thing I say…*” He said giving me a look.\n\n\nI raised my hands in defense before I realize that yeah, I probably was going to pick at every little thing. He saw my response before he nodded to himself in answer and turned away, trudging through the snow that covered the path to the Whore House. He seemed particularly prickled on the matter, and my attitude probably wasn’t helping much. I followed along behind him, keeping to the already flattened out path that he was making in front of me, before the answer arose in my head. \n\n\n“*Ian!*” I said loudly, catching up to him and his sullen face as he turned to me.\n\n\n“*What?*” He said knowing I was up to something.\n\n\n“*Ian buddy,*” I said sweetly, he grimaced, I smiled. “*Ian listen, I’ll wager a bet with you.*”\n\n\n“*A bet? We haven’t got anything to bet on.*” He replied confused.\n\n\n“*But we do,*” I exclaimed wagging my finger in his face, “*If you tell your whole story, and if a single sentence comes out of my mouth, I’ll pay for your whole night.*” Ian hesitated at my suggestion, “*Okay fine, three nights. All three nights!*” I relented.\n\nHe grinned at that, “*Sure, sounds like a deal.*” I probably would have jumped if it wasn’t for the snow at that moment.\n\n“*Perfect go ahe—*” I caught myself before I could finish my sentence giving him a knowing smile.\n\nHe grinned even harder at that, “*Alright,*” he began, “*If you want to know about it so much I’ll tell you.*”\n\n\n---\n\n\nThe place was packed and you could smell the sex in the air. The Brothel being one of the more popular ones of the settlement. It was the perfect place to hold an after party for Ian having completed his Adult Entrance Ceremony. The kid recently turned adult was easy to spot in the crowd. His friends having already left him to go the round leaving poor Ian standing awkwardly in the room. Women of all types walked by him, approaching men more wealthy than he based on the coins they flashed in the air to grab their attention. Ian most likely feeling awkward and dejected at that point turned to leave, a heavy sigh escaping his mouth as he made his way past the people around him having a much better time than he. \n\n\nWhen suddenly a hand pressed down on his shoulder and a curtain of blond hair draped down around him. The woman slowly lowered her head down to him before she whispered into his ear with a breathy voice, “*Excuse me squirt, are you lost?*” \n\n\n“*I’m not a kid!*” He said, brushing off the woman’s hand and receiving a shocked expression from her and the people around him. \n\n\nHe could feel his face heating up, the sound of patron’s whispering, “*They let children in here?*” and “*I thought this place was high class?*”\n\n\nStriking out in a random direction, he made his way as far as possible from that spot, pushing his way through the crowded room and slipping into an empty hallway.\n\n\nHe could feel tears welling up on his face and they might have even started to fall before he heard a voice in the distance.\n\n\nThe voice was calm and slow, “*There is nothing quite so sad as seeing a Young One persecuted by their own…*” \n\n\nIan felt anger begin to rise at this remark before he turned toward the direction of the voice. Her beautiful form washed away his anger before he could even utter a remark. She wore a silvery grey strapless dress, cut in a way that pulled the fabric in along her waist and flowed down her legs like water. A long slit ran parallel to her legs, revealing her tanned leg that sat confidently in and outside of the parting.\n\n\nIan caught himself staring, and looked up at the face that had just spoken, but that too caught him transfixed. Her hair, onyx black, stretched out along her shoulders and back. Her bronzed skin stood out against that unnaturally dark hair, and her lips curved up into a smile.\n\n\n“*A Young One such as yourself appreciates what they see. Perhaps wisdom yet blossoms among the Mortals of Men.*” She said.\n\n\nBeing called a young one still stung, even coming from such a heavenly body such as herself, “*I’m not young anymore!*” Ian declared stubbornly, “*I know I just finished my Ageing Ceremony, but that makes me as much of an adult as any of the others in there!*” He said, pointing accusingly toward the noisy main hall.\n\n\nThe woman looked taken a back for a second, before realization struck her. Her mouth opened into a smile, her eyes now sparkling at his mistake, “*You humans are so animate, but it does bring me much joy to hear you call yourselves aged alongside myself and those of my kind.*”\n\n\n“*Those of your kind?*” Ian said taken aback.\n\n\nThe woman nodded, opening her arms into a welcoming gesture, “*Before you stands Sillavana Ervaris Eilsandoral of the First Kingdom of Elves,*” and seeing Ian’s expression, lowered her arms to curtsy before him.\n\n\n“*I—I…*” he was lost for words. \n\n\nThe Elves were an elusive race that were said to have dated back before the rise of Men. Her just being here was conundrum in itself.\n\n\nSillavanna smiled, taking one long step towards him after another. As she approached, he could see the tips of her ears poking slightly out from her darkened hair.\n\n\nIan took a step back, “*But what do you want from me?*” as she took a step forward.\n\n\n“*Mm,*” She said as if to ponder the question before replying, “*What all living things want after a while.*” Her smile turning sultry.\n\n\nIan went to take another step away, before he realized he literally could not. He had been walked right into a wall, and the Elf Sillavanna, stood over him, half a head taller.\n\n\n“*I simply wish for something primal tonight,*” licking her lips, “*And I believe I have found what I wished for in this place.*” Her hand extending out to caress his now blushing face.\n\n\nHer hand felt so smooth and soothing, and now that she stood so close to him, a sweet smell drifting off of her, like dandelions or maybe tree sap.\n\n\nLowering her head towards his ear, she whispered to him, “*Will you join me?*”\n\n\nIan felt his head slowly lift up and down in acknowledgement."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "A curious thing... If I were to give myself to you, it would break my vows, but if you forced yourself on me, that would be no sin on my part. I would forgive you, of course, if you could not control your lusts..." | [
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"content": "[Contains slight non-con]\n\n“What are you talking about?” Turin turned away from the evening’s campfire, suspiciously eyeing his traveling companion. \n\n“Mages cannot offer themselves to another,” Melinda continued. “To willingly share our bodies, to consent to being defiled, will strip us of all power.”\n\n“Aye, I know that.” It was a point of frustration for Turin on an almost nightly basis. As much as he enjoyed the company of this purple haired witch, her outfits and flirtatious nature had resulted in many nights spent hidden away with his cock in his hand. Even now, as the cool dusk air swept through the forest, her black skirt barely covered the swell of her ass, leaving long slender legs bare for his viewing.\n\n“But,\" she continued, \"mages can also not have their power removed by force.” She lifted one knee up into the air. The hem of her skirt slid down, revealing the smooth skin hidden underneath.\n\nTurin refocused his attention on the fire. He would remember that image when Melinda fell asleep tonight. “Alright. What’s your point?” \n\n“If someone...forced themselves on me, it would be no sin on my part. I cannot be stripped of my power if the sin is not my own doing.” Turin watched the flames. Embers crackled and popped as he processed the information. \n\n*If someone forced themselves on her?*\n\nHe turned back to Melinda, lying on her back, running her hands down the curves of her body. Her back arched as she roamed over every curve. “I would forgive you, of course,” she said huskily, “if you could not control your lust.”\n\nShe laid her hands on the inside of her thighs and dragged them up her skirt until they were hidden from Turin’s view. His cock filled at the sight of the indecent act. The way she writhed on the ground, eyes closed, nibbling her lip. He had not seen her in this state before, although he had imagined it often enough. \n\nHe reached inside his pants to adjust himself, just as Melinda's amber eyes opened. Feigned shock filled her face. “You naughty rogue.\" She fought a smile. \"Touching yourself in the presence of a Mage of the Citadel? You should be ashamed.” Her hands reappeared, now traveling up her body, groping her breasts as she watched him. \n\n“Is that right?” Turin kept his hand on his cock and his eyes on Melinda. “Would I upset your noble sensibilities if I pulled this out in front of you?” \n\n“Yes,” Melinda moaned as she pinched her nipples through the thin fabric. “That would be appalling.”\n\nTurin stood, pulling his shirt off with his free hand. “What could you do to stop me?”\n\nMelinda’s tongue traced over her lips as she eyed Turin’s fit physique. “I’ve seen how strong you are. I’m not sure I could *physically* stop you from anything.” \n\n“No. No I suppose you couldn’t.” Turin reached into his pocket and pulled out a spare rag. Melinda could never over power him; at least not with brute strength. Her skills were in her magic, in her spell casting. Spell casting which required the ability to speak. \n\n“What are you doing, Turin?” Melinda watched as he approached, fear sparkling in her eyes.\n\n“Not another word from you.” He kneeled down, stradling her, putting just enough weight on top of her to make sure she couldn't move. With one hand, he gripped her wrists and pinned her hands over her head. Melinda squirmed underneath him. \n\n\"Open your mouth,\" he said.\n\n\"I cannot-\" He didn't wait for her to finish. He forced the rag in her mouth, gagging her. No spells or other utterances would come from those soft red lips. Not until they both finished. \n\n“You bad witch,” he growled, “you’ve been teasing me since the second I met you. Is this what you wanted?” He lifted up enough to pull his cock from his trousers. “Have you dreamt of this cock fucking you as often as I have?”\n\nMelinda’s eyes went wide at the sight of it. There was nothing peaceful or loving about his member. It was hard, red, angry. A small drop of precum built at the tip. Turin followed her gaze down and smiled. “Is that what you want, witch?” \n\nHe leaned forward so that his throbbing cock pointed directly in her face. Gripping the base, he dragged it down her forehead, between her eyes and over her cheek, leaving a sticky trail on her face. \n\n“You were beautiful before.” Turin whispered against her neck, letting his lips graze across her neck. “You're always beautiful. But how beautiful will you be when your cunt is dripping the cum I'm going to fill you with?”\n\nMelinda shook her head in response. Muffled noises fought against the gag, failing to come out with any clarity. It didn’t matter. Turin had waited too long for this. He grabbed the seam of her corset and ripped it down the middle, freeing Melinda's breasts. \n\nTurin licked his lips. “My gods. What magic did you use to get those sucked into that tight little outfit every morning?” He couldn’t take his eyes off them. The cool air tickled the tiny pink nipples, drawing them out into tight little points. “As much as I need to fuck you, I need to taste those first.” \n\nHe lowered his mouth onto the nipple, rolling the peak with his tongue. Stifled moans swept the campsite as Turin sucked and teased the erect peaks. Her body thrashed as Turin took her deep into his mouth, sucking as hard as he could. \n\nFinally, she jerked away from his mouth. Turin raised himself up, wiped his lip and admired the nipple he left red and swollen. “I guess that means you’re done with foreplay.” \n\nMelinda mmm mmmd her protest against the rag. Turin raised his eyebrows. “No?” He moved himself down between her open legs, cock in hand. “You mean you’re not wet enough to take this?” He dragged the head of his penis up her soaked exposed slit, smearing precum with with arousal. “You feel wet enough.\" \n\nA shudder shook through her as he grazed over her clit. “Did you like that?” he asked. Melinda shook her head no. \n\n“What about this?” Turin’s cock pressed into her virgin opening. He was so close. Another inch is all it would take and he’d be inside her; be the first person inside her. \n\nAgain she shook her head no. \n\n“I understand. Not deep enough for you. What about now?” With one thrust, Turin burst through her virginity and up to her very center. Both of them gasped as they squeezed and stretched with the violent connection. Turin bit down on his lip hard enough to draw blood. Fuck, Melinda's virgin pussy was so tight he had to force a some pain to stop from cumming right away. \n\nTears rolled down Melinda's cheek. “Does it hurt?” he asked. Again Melinda shook her head no. “Good.” He released her hands and thrust into her again. Hands now free, she dug her finger nails deep into the muscle of his shoulders, the pain urging him forward again. \n\nThis lovely little witch had put him through enough. He was taking her tonight, taking all of her. He relished at the sight of her body moving with him in the campfire light, how her breasts jiggled with every hard thrust. They weren't stopping. Not until her body shook with the pleasure he forced upon her. Not until he claimed her with his release.\n\nSweat beaded on her forehead, matting purple strands of hair to her face. He swiped them away. He needed to see her, without obstruction, when he came inside her. Melinda’s breathing grew heavy, nostrils flaring with every labored breath. He wanted to take the gag out of her mouth and let her moan his name for all to hear. But this wasn’t that kind of sex. She couldn’t give herself, she had to be taken. \n\nMelinda's heels dug into his back and she screamed against her gag. Her pussy clenched an impossible amount, squeezing his cock even tighter. She pulsed around him, trying to milk his orgasm from him. He gave in. His cock jerked as he emptied his seed deep into her womb. The rhythm of their joint orgasms sent them higher, until nothing else existed but the pleasure they took from each other. Turin only pulled out once he was certain every last drop had been given to her. \n\nHe watched Melinda’s ravaged body as he tucked his cock back in his pants. Flushed ans sweaty, she took the gag out. With the last bit of strength left in her, she whispered a small incantation. Without fanfare, the front of her corset sewed itself up.\n\nShe looked at Turin with heavy lidded eyes. “You’re forgiven,” she said.\n\n“Good.” He loved her eyes. They were deceptively innocent; like a child gawking in wonder while, at the same time, plotting your demise. “What about tomorrow night? Will you forgive me then as well?”\n\nShe smiled and rolled onto her back, letting sleep wash over her. “As long as you leave me exactly like this, I’ll forgive you tomorrow, and every night after.”\n\n**Comments and Feedback Welcome!**"
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"content": "**Beat the Cock!**\n\n\"All right, folks, welcome back to another episode of Beat. The. Cock! I'm your host, Dick Holden, and we're either going to learn some trivia or see some jizz fly, maybe a bit of both!\"\n\nDick Holden walks across the stage, the camera panning, following him. The audience claps.\n\n\"We've got one of our fastest cummers up here today, Axel, ready to stroke, stroke, stroke. And our beautiful contestant is Kylie, a forty-four-year-old teacher and mother from Texas. How are you doing?\"\n\nKylie, a curvy woman with brunette hair and glasses wearing a flannel button-up and jeans, sits on a chair, looking at Axel, who is nude and erect, standing a couple of feet away.\n\n\"I'm doing great today, Dick,\" Kylie said. \"I've trained for months, and I'm going to get that all-expenses-paid family trip to Hawaii.\"\n\n\"Well, there's only one way we'll know for sure. It's time to play Beat. The. Cock!\"\n\nJazzy music starts playing.\n\n\"Axel, you know the rules, but for you at home, it's simple. We ask our contestant questions. They need to answer all ten as quickly as they can before our man up there releases his load. For every incorrect answer, our contestant must remove a piece of clothing. If she runs out of clothing, that's a surprise you'll just have to tune in for. Let's start the clock!\"\n\nAxel grabs his cock and starts to pump to the rhythm of the music.\n\n\"Kylie, it's time for your first question. What is the capital of the state of Wisconsin?\"\n\n\"Madison!\"\n\nA bell dings twice. \"Correct-o-moon-doe!\"\n\n\"Question number two. What is the loudest animal on the planet?\"\n\n\"The lion?\" Kylie answered, unsure.\n\nA buzzer goes off. \"Sorry, Kylie, but it's the sperm whale. Time for you to lose an article of clothing.\"\n\nKylie stands up and slides off her jeans. She's wearing bright red panties; her face matches. The crowd whistles.\n\n\"What do you think, Axel? That's a pretty nice ass, don't you think?\"\n\nAxel nods. The pace of the music picks up, as does Axel's stroking.\n\n\"Let's keep going. Question three, how many signs are in the Zodiac?\"\n\n\"Twelve!\"\n\nDing, ding!\n\n\"On to numero quatro... If a male donkey is a jack, what is a female called?\"\n\n\"An ass.\"\n\nThe buzzer buzzes.\n\n\"Sorry, Kylie, but the correct answer is a 'jenny.' But I see what you're going for, nice try.\"\n\nKylie grabs the bottom of her flannel and pulls it up over her head. A red bra supports her cosmic breasts.\n\n\"Kylie—she's beautiful from every side. If I were you, Axel, I'd be on the edge. How are you doing up there?\"\n\nAxel gives Dick a thumbs up with his free hand.\n\n\"Let's keep on truckin'. It's time for five. Which continent is the largest?\"\n\nKylie took a second to think. \"Asia!\"\n\n\"Way to recover! You're past the halfway mark, and you're doing great. Good old Axel up there is thinking back to his days of masturbating to the lingerie section of the Sears catalog in his parents' bathroom.\"\n\nKylie, engrossed in the show, leans forward on the chair, ready for Dick to get on with the next question.\n\n\"What is the main ingredient of falafel?\"\n\n\"Spinach?\"\n\n\"Sorry, but the acceptable answers are chickpeas or garbanzo beans. Folks, we're going to get our first glance at some naughty bits. I'm sure you're all as excited as I am!\"\n\nKylie, looking away from the crowd and Axel, reaches behind her back and unstraps her bra, letting it fall to the ground. Her breasts drop, bouncing slightly. Her pale nipples are almost the exact same color as her skin.\n\n\"That isis—dare I say— a damn _fine_ pair of breasts. Nobody look, but I think I just pitched a tent!\"\n\nKylie sits back on her chair and runs her fingertips over her breasts. Her nipples harden.\n\n\"Lucky number seven, let's do it. What is the name of Bart Simpson's sister?\"\n\n\"Lisa!\"\n\n\"Correct! Three left, let's keep going. What is a duel between three people called?\"\n\nKylie pauses. \"Skip!\"\n\n\"We were looking for 'truel.' Quite an obscure one, I know. It's time to lose that last article, let's see what's down under.\"\n\nKylie stands up and slides down her panties. Her mons pubis is covered with thick curly hair, her dangling labia visible. She takes her seat back on the chair, her legs spread. The crowd cheers as she starts to rub her clit.\n\n\"Look folks, she's taunting Axel! Is that pre-cum I see? He's gonna blow soon! Two questions left. Kylie's down to the wire.\"\n\n\"Nine, my favorite number after six, let's get on with it. Name one planet in our solar system that does _not_ have a moon.\"\n\n\"Jupiter!\"\n\nThe sharp sound of the buzzer causes Kylie to jump up and cover her face with her hands.\n\n\"Sorry, but Mercury and Venus are the two planets without a moon. You're out of clothing, so it's time for the double boner round.\"\n\nDick unzips his pants and takes his cock out, stroking it with his right hand while he holds his microphone with his left.\n\n\"Lucky for you, Kylie, you've got one question left. Not so lucky for you, I just saw Axel's ass cheeks tighten, and I think you're one fine MILF.\"\n\nDick and Axel stand next to Kylie, all three of them masturbating.\n\n\"Q-q-question ten, our f-f-final question. W-w-hat's the hardest rock?\"\n\nThe music stops. The crowd is silent.\n\n\"Diamond!\" Kylie yells.\n\nDing, ding! The only sound that leaves Dick's mouth is a groan as semen flies out of his cock and onto Kylie's breasts. Kylie grabs Axel with her free hand while she vigorously works her clit. The crowd roars.\n\nDick catches his breath and says, \"Folks, this is a first! Kylie beat the cock, but we still saw cum fly. And now she's giving Axel a helping hand. Bless her heart!\"\n\nKylie pumps Axel's cock while he fondles her nipples. Kylie's whole body shakes as she orgasms and moans. Not long after, jizz shoots out of Axel's cock, covering Kylie's glasses. The warm cum drips down onto her smiling face. She runs her tongue along her lips.\n\n\"What a historic night. We saw Kylie not only win a trip to Hawaii for her whole family but make it through the double boner round _and_ get herself and Axel off. I'm truly spent, what a show. Thanks for tuning in, and see you next time on Beat. The. Cock!\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She wants to improve her oral technique, and he wants to improve his endurance. What are friends for? | [
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"content": "\"Y'know, this whole thing seems kinda counterproductive, doesn't it?\"\n\nSamantha turned a quizzical glance up at her blond boy-toy as he spoke.\n\nSince the two of them shared the same major, she'd been running into Matt in various classes since she started university; had been rooming with him in an off-campus apartment for almost a year; and had gotten to know him quite well. He was a really decent guy, and smart to boot, but he had a habit of getting overly-analytical and \"philosophical\" in normal, platonic conversation... as well, it seemed, as in the middle of getting a blowjob...\n\nSamantha popped her lips off his tip, drawing a satisfied, satisfying grunt from Matt, and responded.\n\n\"How do you figure?\" She asked, wrapping her fingers tightly around his saliva-slickened penis.\n\n\"W-well...\" He grimaced as she began to stroke him, up and down, with a lazy left hand. \"We've kinda got opposite goals in this arrangement, don't we?\"\n\n\"What makes you think that?\"\n\n\"You're trying to get better at - ah - giving head, right? That's wha - rrn - what you said when you came to me, earlier today...\"\n\nThat much was true. Following a bit of a rough split, Samantha had wanted to make it so her ex was *really* missing out on something... And, since he'd had an affinity for oral sex, and she'd been reluctant while they were together, she decided to develop a “repetoir\" in that department...\n\n\"Mmm-hmm...\" Samantha confirmed, almost absently, twirling a lock of her chestnut hair around her right index finger while she picked up the pace with her left hand. \"And you wanted to change your rep as a one-pump-chump...\"\n\nSamantha had chosen Matt to help her in her scheme for a handful of reasons. He was attractive, of course, and much more of a people-person - or, as some might put it through a coughing fit, “much less of a dick” - than her ex... His being her bachelor roommate made going to him logistically convenient and their little affair relatively discreet, for the moment... And he had a certain reputation that made her less self-conscious about her relative “beginner status”... She could help him with *that* while he helped her with *this*...\n\n\"Exactly!\" Matt blurted ahead of a long groan. \n\nSamantha slowed for a moment, smiling up at him, sweetly, as she allowed him to regain his composure.\n\n\"If...\" Matt continued. \"If you manage to get *really* good at this, then I won't last long... But, if I do last long, you won't know whether or not you've gotten good at this... It's a vicious cycle...\"\n\n\"Matt.\" Samantha chuckled, softly. \"You're not thinking straight.\"\n\n\"Where's...\" He hissed as Samantha started rubbing him faster, again. \"Where's the problem in my logic?\"\n\nSamantha grinned.\n\n\"The problem is that you think it's all gonna happen, all at once...\"\n\n\"Hmmm?\"\n\n\"You're not gonna gain a hell of a lot of endurance from one blowjob, Matt... And I'm not gonna get *a black-belt in dick-sucking* by giving just one BJ to a guy who’s gonna cum in five minutes, anyway...”\n\n\"Sounds like you're... Fuck... Agreeing with me... About this being counterproductive...\"\n\n\"No.\" Samantha smiled, bringing her lips to the tip of his cock. \"I'm saying that neither of us is gonna get what we want out of *one* blowjob...\"\n\n\"Wh-\" Matt started.\n\n\"This is gonna be a little game of attrition between you and me.\" Samantha cut him off.\n\nOpening her mouth just a bit, Samantha took the tip of Matt's cock back into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it. Matt groaned, digging his fingers into the couch cushions. Samantha popped her lips off him again.\n\n“*First...*” She whispered in a seductive tone. \"*We're gonna get you to last a little bit longer before you blow your load...*”\n\nSucking him again, Samantha took him a bit deeper into her mouth. Matt groaned again, his grip on the cushions tightening, his hips arching forward involuntarily. Samantha released him again.\n\n\"*Then...*” She continued in the same voice, looking up at him with dusky eyes. \"*We're gonna see if I can get you to cum just as fast as before you built up that endurance...*”\n\nShe set back to stroking his newly-slick cock.\n\n\"*You get better at what you want, so I have to get better at I want. I get better at what I want, so you have to get better at what you want... Understand?*”\n\n\"Still...\" Matt struggled. \"Still a vicious cycle...\"\n\n\"*But not a counterproductive one.*” Samantha rebutted before withdrawing her hand and wrapping her lips around him one last time.\n\nInch after inch of Matt's cock slipped past her lips, and, eventually, the head budged against the back of her throat. Fighting off the urge to gag, Samantha lifted her head until Matt's tip was just barely between her lips again, then plunged back down. After just a few ups and downs, Samantha had settled in to bobbing her head in a steady pace. \n\nMatt groaned and grunted and squirmed on the couch in front of her, scratching at the cushions and jerking his hips out of control. The sight and sound of him going wild because of her ministrations made her smile to herself as she sucked him and wriggled her tongue against the underside of his length.\n\n\"*Fuck...*” Matt finally hissed. \"*Sammy... Sammy, I'm close...*”\n\nWith a growing smile, Samantha pulled off of him one final time, stroking him with her left as hard and fast as she could.\n\n\"*Let it out.*” She quietly demanded.\n\nMatt loudly complied, exhaling a deep moan and thrusting his waist forward into her hand as he unwound. \n\nSamantha winced but continued to smile as the hot, sticky spray first hit her face. A jet of white fluid pulsed out of Matt's throbbing tip and splattered across her cheek. Then a second grazed her across the chin before splashing her neck. The third convulsion of pleasure bubbled into her hand as she held Matt's cock still, and she felt the hot rivulets of his climax ooze between her fingers and down her palm, onto his lap.\n\nAs Matt began to breathe more easily, Samantha released her grip on him and stood from her spot between his feet in front of the couch. Making her way down the hall, still with the satisfied smirk on her face, she strode into the bathroom and washed off her hand. Grabbing a hand towel from a wall-mounted rail, she wiped Matt's cum off her face, neck, and collarbone, onto which the substance had dribbled off her chin.\n\nReturning to the den, she found Matt still languishing on the couch, his boxers and jeans still around his ankles, his softening, sticky manhood resting on his thigh. \n\nSitting on the couch next to him, and throwing an arm around his shoulders, she leaned against him as he continued to catch his breath.\n\n\"Am I really that good, or are you just that sensitive?\"\n\n\"I thought you said we'd work on my endurance...\"\n\n\"We will.\" She smiled at him as his eyes began to flutter open. \"But this one was a freebie... So we could get a feel for each other...\"\n\n\"A 'Get To Know You' blowjob... Okay... That’s a first...\"\n\n\"Something like that...\"\n\n\"When do we go again?\"\n\nSamantha grinned.\n\n\"Just as soon as your ready.\"\n\n***\n\n*Questions, comments, constructive feedback always welcome! Hope you enjoyed the read!*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] The University's course on Practical Sexual Magic covered a wide variety of topics. Being taught by a Succubus, it was also rather "hands on"... | [
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"content": "Professor Alison DeWitt was not, strictly speaking, a full-blooded succubus. But, given the amount of demonic blood she had, it was no wonder that that was what everyone called her. She could assume a human appearance with her magic, but in her natural form she had glowing yellow eyes, a long prehensile tail and a pair of horns like a ram. Add purple skin and naturally purple hair to the mix, plus dainty little cloven hooves, and she was certainly the most striking member of the faculty. In spite of her horns, she was very definitely female, with a hairless vulva that most of the student body had seen in person… she liked to sunbathe naked on the quad, and feed off the resulting arousal and sexual tension like an ordinary woman might snack on popcorn or potato chips during a lazy afternoon. That habit probably helped to fill the classes she taught, although Sexual Magic would have been a popular field whoever taught it. Too many horny young people packed together in a university setting for it to be otherwise.\n\nIt was 8:00 AM on a Monday, but the lecture hall was packed for the first session of the second semester “Introduction to Practical Sexual Magic.” Among her many vices, Professor DeWitt the Succubus was also a morning person. She’d arrived ten minutes early with a paper cup of Starbucks coffee and a set of course materials, cheerfully greeting students as she’d set up at the front of the hall. Karl had been fifteen minutes early and had secured a spot near the front of the class. Forty-five students, large for a lab course. He spent the minutes before class staring at the materials he’d been instructed to bring: a big bottle of lube and the assigned textbook, which the professor had authored. He’d glanced through it and concluded that it was probably going to be the only textbook he’d ever be assigned where the author had her tits out in her photo at the back. There was something awkward about checking out a photo of a woman with her tits out to avoid staring at her while she was fully dressed in front of him.\n\nAt 8:00 precisely, Professor DeWitt began to lecture:\n\n“Welcome to Practical Sexual Magic, the second semester Sexual Magic course. I’m happy to see so many of you here with me today. This is a four-credit course with an integrated lab component, and participation will require you to engage in sexual activity with your classmates. While in the first semester course, all sexual participation was optional, as this is a lab course, students will be required to demonstrate their understanding of the material through exercises that will include sexual interaction with partners. We will accommodate student sexual orientations when assigning lab partners, but asexual students are strongly encouraged to consider taking a different course due to the inherent difficulties of practicing Sexual Magic as an asexual. There will be weekly quizzes starting tomorrow, and two lab practicals during this course. Please consult the syllabus for additional course details.” She continued with administrative details, welcomed them to the course… and then she reached the point where they’d do their first exercise.\n\n“Alright, as a first step I would like to ask all students to disrobe. We will have nothing to hide from each other by the end of the semester, and there’s really nothing shameful about the human body.” Karl’s attention was seized when the professor stripped out of her conservative clothes without further warning. He spent a long enough moment staring that he had to rush not to be the last one naked. When the class had complied, the professor smiled:\n\n“Very good. Now, let’s take a moment to get comfortable with our nudity. Introduce yourselves to your classmates.” Karl turned to his right, saw a small girl with her hair cut short and bleached blonde. She had a tattoo of a double-bladed axe on her right bicep, and despite her height she looked like she worked out. Pretty, but probably not his type…\n\n“Hi, I’m Karl.” She gave him a tight-lipped smile, and he noticed she had a neatly trimmed patch of bleached pubic hair. Cute, but he made an effort to make eye contact:\n\n“My name is Polina.” Awkward silence. He made an effort to break the ice or something…\n\n“Odd way to meet people, isn’t it?” Another tight-lipped smile:\n\n“I guess.” Then she looked away and started introducing herself to a taller South Asian girl who was sitting on her right. Karl sighed, turned left. A slender black woman with very short natural hair. \n\n“Hi, I’m Karl.” She smiled more broadly than Polina had.\n\n“Call me Mary. Any tattoos?” He blinked, almost laughed:\n\n“No, not really. Don’t know where I’d hide them if I did have one.” Her smile got a little broader:\n\n“You never know. I knew a girl in Memphis who had the inscription from the One Ring tattooed around her asshole.” This time he did laugh, a brief bark of laughter –\n\n“One ring to rule them all. Not sure that that was what Tolkien had in mind.” Mary kept smiling:\n\n“Definitely not what he had in mind.” Karl felt grateful, appreciated how she’d made things less awkward. Before he could say anything else, the professor was talking again:\n\n“Very good, glad to see that most of you are getting comfortable. We’ll be getting naked first thing in this class from here on out, so I recommend dressing appropriately. If anyone has a nurse fetish, scrubs can be a good choice, but I won’t judge anyone who shows up in pajamas or sweatpants.” She was smiling, Karl caught himself wondering if she could do anything interesting with her tongue… “Please turn to the diagram on page six of your textbook, our first exercise involves using one’s own genitals as a focus for magical activity.” There was a rustle of paper as Karl and the other students turned to the appropriate page. He saw a focus diagram, how he’d need to be erect and then focus his magic on a point about an inch or so behind the base of his erection. He wondered where that point was in relation to the prostate… and was then hit by the realization that he’d need to get erect for this, in the middle of a room full of people. The professor seemed to have anticipated his hesitation: “Yes, you’ll need to get excited for this. Please take lube as needed and get to work. If you need assistance, consider asking a classmate before raising your hand for my attention.” Karl swallowed, got a little lube from the bottle and got to work. He glanced to his right, saw Polina rubbing her clit, she was smiling at the South Asian woman to her right. He wondered if she was a lesbian, wondered if the two of them knew each other. He was getting hard fairly easily, his hesitation seemed to be fading rapidly given that it was now socially acceptable to masturbate in class."
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"content": "Data flows around me and my consciousness streaks forward, a sentient blaze of light in a world of information. Blocky, complex structures flash by, ebbing and pulsing with dangerous luminescence, corporation servers with intrusion detection algorithms primed and ready to unleash all manner of neurological pain on an unsuspecting amateur hacker. My cyberself flits between them, glowing, searching, a small dart of code that contains everything that I am. \n\nIt doesn't take me long to find my target, Aleph Memory, a small netware outfit with a sideline in data recovery and a mainline in memory backups for its parent company, Asphodel. Asphodel specialises in – for those who are lucky enough to afford their exorbitant fees and unlucky enough to find themselves dying for one reason or another – creating new bodies to replace those lost and transferring into them an almost up-to-date consciousness state. High risk, low reward, nothing anyone would pay attention to normally. But I, and by extension my digital representative, have information that money can't buy. \n\nTen minutes from now, October, our friendly neighbourhood revolutionaries, are going to firebomb a limo carrying one of the loudest dissidents of the 2142 Humanity act, and twelve seconds later their best hackers are going to stage an all-out intrusion of Asphodel to intercept said individual's consciousness and wipe out everything uploaded before his death. Directly, the attack about to happen has little to do with me. Indirectly, I know that my current target is certain to be overwhelmed by the chaos about to unfold, creating a perfect situation for an enterprising freelance agent to stage an illegal excursion into their datasphere. I toggle a clock into existence in front of me, check the time, nine minutes to go. Enough to check on my body. *Flick.*\n\nA thought is all it takes and my vision changes, the three dimensional representation of cyberspace replaced by my room in reality. There is a man standing over me, his name is Will, and I've never spoken to him in person. I'm naked, and looking at myself from the outside is disorienting. My body is slim, lacking both fat and muscle, with small breasts and no hips; boyish. Not a word I would use when inside it, but one that comes easily to me with the perspective of distance. My eyes are closed, my glasses still in place despite the lack of a need for them; I like the way they frame my face, which looks cute, even from here, and the red hair that runs halfway down my spine and spreads out around me on the bed is nothing short of spectacular. Perhaps that is why the man standing over me still seems unsure about the situation he finds himself in. I send a quick prod to his terminal, it's picked up by his cyberware and transmitted as words into his ear.\n\n*Go on.*\n\n“Are you sure?” \n\nHe speaks out loud. I suppose he guesses I'm watching. Or he's too anxious to remember how to use his link – that's fine, tech isn't what I pay him for. I reply in the only way I ever have.\n\n*I'm sure. Do it.*\n\nHe looks to one side, at Monika, standing with her usual gruff alertness. She's still, almost inhumanly so, worth every penny I've paid her over the last five years. She knows what Will is about to do to me – no, not to me, to my body – and she understands the hesitation in his movements, even if she doesn't agree with it. He has a job to do, so do I, and so does she; to watch over us and make sure everything goes according to plan. She gives him a nod of her head.\n\nHer action affects Will where my words did not, her proximity and alertness meaning more than my disembodied voice, and even though I've done this before it feels strange to watch someone else give a physical gesture of my consent. Will moves towards me with purpose and lays his hands on my flesh, kneading one of my breasts and then sliding a hand between my legs. I feel nothing, and switch back to the task at hand. *Flick-*\n\nAleph looks the same, blue cubes of data suspended above a surface of ink. I have no idea how far into the deeper web it reaches, I won't, not until I break down the front door. Tiny glyphs buzz around the gateway, a first level of security, and I stay well back and out of their range. My mind starts to move faster, and I think back to the room housing my body. *Flick-*\n\nWill is sliding his fingers up and down, coating the folds of my sex with saliva or lube; I don't much care which, only that it does the job. First one, then a second make their way inside me, and I watch while he fucks me with them. I can't feel him, not physically, while mentally detached my only link to the things happening in the room is a faint sensation of elevated awareness, of adrenaline. Will stops for a moment, removes his shirt, then his belt and trousers, and settles onto the bed next to my body. *Flick-*\n\nThe timer counts down. Seven minutes left. *Flick-*\n\nOne of my hands is holding Will's cock, he's gripping it in one of his own, sliding it up and down on himself, masturbating while using my body. I enjoy the irony, amused that he would begin with an action that so palpably depicts everything I have asked him to do. His other hand explores the rest of my figure, a squeeze of my breasts, a stroke of my face, a journey downwards to ensure I'm still wet. He stirs, his rock hard prick glistening with precum, and looks at Monika. She nods again, and this time she is smirking. She likes this part, watching me get fucked. So do I. But I can enjoy the show later; for now it's business before pleasure. *Flick-*\n\nI unwind spindles of code, execute subroutines, unleash the myriad tools I require for my task. A shield appears in front of me, mobile, ready to deflect attacks. Weapons follow it, uncurling into existence, knives and blades, swords and flails, a hive of insects, a school of piranha, battering rams and the turret of a starship; all branching off the core of my being and breaching their way into cyberspace. I make solid a back-path of data, secured to an egress like the thread of Ariadne, taut and waiting to extract me when needed. I'm ready. Four minutes left. Nothing to do but wait. *Flick-*\n\nWill is fucking me, slowly. He's inside my body, moving back and forth, and I can't feel anything except the chemicals his actions are inducing in my brain. Both his hands are on my chest, squeezing me, holding my limp form tight as his cock slides its way in and out. He increases his speed, ploughing into me, starting to grunt with exertion or pleasure or both. My mind lights up, my awareness sharpening, and I wait as the timer counts down. Three seconds. Two. One. *Flick-*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A shy femboy dreams about being used by his friends every night. One day he discovers that he's actually being transported to THEIR dreams. | [
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"content": "It had been constant for three weeks now. The same dream over and over again. I was there in the room scantly dressed in a thin sheer black lingerie that covered my flat chest and held my soft cock in it's silky embrace. \n\nThe doors to the locker room would open and I would be faced with the football team I admired so much. The captain Alex would come over to me and grace my lips with a soft kiss. There were other members of the team caressing me as I kissed Alex, the quarterbacks rubbing my arms and the linebackers massaging my small feet.\n\nMy petite frame wasn't much compared to Alex and the other footballers they were strong and some what fierce. In my mind that is how I saw them as I hadn't taken it upon myself to speak to any of them. Except for Alex of course. \n\nEvery time a word left Alex's mouth it was like a sweet golden nectar flowing into my ears and my body immediately melted. I often had to stop myself creaming my knickers with hot cum whenever I saw Alex from across the room or that cheeky smile with perfect white teeth. \n\nAlex had short black hair and a slim build. Skin was pale but soft, I could tell someone moisturised. \n\nMy obsession with Alex followed me into my dreams. It was Alex that was always on top of me pressing into me. Stretching me out and comforting me after everyone else had their go with me. After I had cummed there Alex was to hold my cock softly and kiss my neck.\n\nI wished Alex felt the same way about me, and that we could be together like that. But I can only dream, maybe in another life in some other sort of way.\n\nTonight I prepared myself for another wonderful dream with Alex and maybe the others if they decided to appear in my dreams. I got straight to sleep my eyes closed and I drifted of into the night. All of a sudden my window had burst open and a strong gust of wind startled me awake. Papers on my desk were all over the room and my naked body shivered at the sudden cold. I slid into a onesie and went to close the windows but as I got closer there was sand on the floor. \n\n\"Sand in my room? How is this even possible?\" I was positively quizzical at the sight of the sand and as I followed the trail it led to a man sitting in my chair on the opposite side of the room. \n\n\"Umm who are you and how on earth did you get in my room!?\" My tone turned to anger before fear at this man hidden in the darkness coming into my room, throwing sand about for no reason.\n\n\"Oh dear Aiden, my name is Morpheus, I have been giving you your wonderful dreams at the request of my cousin Eros.\" He flew over to me. I could feel a warmth emanating from him. His thin hand came up to my face. He had no skin it was like a silhouette of a man filled with stars. \n\n\"I am here to take you to a paradise for a night. Then the rest is up to you to. You may remember, remember, the prayer to Eros or was it to Cupid. All the same to us you see.\" I could see a smile stretch across his face. In a moments notice he took my hand and we flew out of the window. I looked back at my room and someone who looked a lot like me closed the windows and went back to bed.\n\nWe flew over the town and all the way east of the city. Sub-urban homes all lined up perfectly underneath me. I wanted to be free of this monster Morpheus but I didn't want to plunge to my death. My only recourse is to wait and maybe run later.\n\n\"Where are you taking me Morpheus? Where are we even?\" I just about got my voice out but he didn't respond to me.\n\nWe flew down onto a roof of a large house. The windows were all closed and the lights were out. \n\n\"Ah Aiden, we are where you want to be. I have placed someone in your dreams every night and now you have a chance to see. To see what they dream about you. Would you like to dream with them?\" It was too good to be true, I must still be dreaming. If I am dreaming and I accept what will be the worst that will happen? I mean it's only a dream right. \n\n\"O-okay i-i want to see inside the dream\" I didn't know why I was so hesitant, deep down I knew it was real.\n\nMorpheus took my hand and together we entered into the dream. I opened my eyes and I saw myself in shorts and a baggy t-shirt. I was on a basketball pitch and on the other side I saw. I saw Alex. I walked-then I ran over. Alex turned and upon seeing I saw the biggest smile. \n\n\"Aiden I'm so happy you are here! I Here with me.\" I was hugging Alex! It might be in a dream but still I could feel my cock growing and stiffening. It was beginning to push to Alex. \n\nAlex took a step back and looked down at the bulge starting to form in my pants. with one fell swoop my trousers were down and my hard cock flung out pointing forwards. Alex took it in a hand. Stroking softly while looking at me in the eyes. I was in ecstasy as Alex continued to stroke me. A little faster and a little harder, rubbing the palm of the hand over the head of my cock sent me into a tizzy and I moaned out load. I held onto Alex for support but my arm was removed.\n\nI was turned around and pulled into Alex. The groping of my cock continued and I couldn't stop moaning and I was about to cum I knew I was. I could feel it building the pressure in my cock and my balls feeling larger. Alex's other hand grabbed it and kissed my neck and then i shot cum everywhere. \n\nWe were both on our knees at this point. I would wake up normally a minute after this but I didn't. A whisper of Morpheus came to remind me.\n\n\"This isn't your dream\"\n\nA finger pushed against my asshole. It was softly rubbing at first until Alex pushed a finger inside I jolted forward on all fours like an animal as Alex fingered my ass hole. In and out in quick motions until i was loose enough for another finger and then another. Three fingers stretched my asshole out. My cock grew hard again and Alex slapped my ass.\n\nAlex came forward leaning on top of my body and softly spoke in my ear. \n\n\"I know what you want, and I am going to give it to you. Ever since I saw you at school in those tights for ballet class Aiden I knew I had to fuck you. I knew that ass need to be fucked and I knew that I had to peg you. My dildo is going to stretch you out like the slut you are and I am gonna fuck you until you cum again and again and again. You are mine forever.\" \n\nAlex pushed me forward and I looked back. She pulled down her shorts and revealed a pink vieny dildo that was dripping lube. She pulled me back and positioned the dildo at my asshole. It just about got in. Then she pushed harder and harder until she stretched out my asshole and the dildo was all the way inside. She took off her shirt and her nipples on her small breasts were rock hard. She caressed herself while i pushed back on the dildo. Both of us moaning with each thrust until I couldn't hold it. I came. There was cum all over the basketball pitch.\n\nShe fell on top of me. Kissing my neck and shoulder and holding me in her warm embrace. The room went dark and I feel into a dreamless sleep.\n\n\"Do you think we should tell them Eros?\" Morpheus was perched in the sky watching down.\n\n\"No, not yet, they have made their love in reality but they will still think it is a dream. It is Aiden who will suffer from the stretched anus tomorrow. But he wouldn't mind I am sure. No we will see tomorrow, and see if they become one.\" Eros spoke while looking down. A smirk upon his face.\n\n\"Hmm, as you say cousin. They honour you and your mother. I will take him back now\".\n\nI woke the next morning with my asshole sore, but I could walk okay to have a shower and get ready for the day. That dream was intense. I checked for sand in this morning and nothing was there thankfully. It was all a dream. \n\nI saw Alex this morning. We bumped into each other and dropped our books. I went to help her and her hand touched mine. We looked at each other. We smiled.\n\n\\--\n\nI might carry this on. Let me know what you think. Did you think Alex was a guy this whole time?"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Using their super-powers, your lover has decided to have a little fun with you... In public. | [
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"content": "This is a sequel to my story [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/fx4g8o/wp_you_can_now_ask_anyone_anything_and_they_have/), Though you can read it on it's own readily enough.\n\n1/2\n\nContains: (sort of) >!mind control, humiliation, language, public sex!<\n\nDrifting above the city, time frozen by super speed, I stretched my long legs. Only having just changed out of my costume, it felt good to be back in my civilian clothes, a tiny red minidress and heels. Bar Padparadscha was upscale, cozy, quiet, and *very* popular with supers. I flashed down onto the terrace as a bolt of laser light and walked in, ready to have a drink and relax.\n\nI didn’t expect him to be there… He broke into a broad grin as soon as our eyes met, and that grin soon morphed into a smirk. I could already feel myself starting to blush a bit, even as my nipples started to firm. “Lucia!” he called out. “I was just having drinks with Nightcloak!\n\nThe large gadget master, equipped with his animate, drone cloak, sitting in the corner booth with Forthright turned to see me. “La… Lucia! Hi.” he said, almost calling me Lazerlace before he caught himself. The bartender chuckled; he knew most of our identities anyway.\n\n“Hi...” I said, stepping over to them, “Hi, you guys.” I could tell, by the way he grinned, as he held eye contact with me, that Forthright was about to have some fun at my expense. I tried to look nonchalant, but I could feel my skin starting to flush.\n\n“Are you happy to see me?” He asked.\n\nI felt the familiar sensation of my mouth moving on its own. “Yes and no.”\n\nHe raised his eyebrows in exaggerated concern, his grin still dimpling his cheeks. “Why not?”\n\nI ran a hand through my hair, my red bob cascading next to my face, as I looked around the bar, trying not to say anything. “Because I think you’re about to embarrass me again...” I said, my eyes darting around, still keenly aware of Nightcloak sitting *right there*.\n\nForthright let a pause pass. “Well then why *are* you happy to see me\\*?”\\*\n\nMy face went crimson, and I tried as hard as I could to keep my tongue still, scrunching my plump lips together and sucking on my cheeks. “Because that gets me incredibly horny,” my mouth said anyway. I could already feel myself starting to get wet, as he chuckled lightly at my attempt to resist his truth-compelling voice. Nightcloak mouthed a silent “Wow,” and I was suddenly *keenly* aware of every set of eyes *or ears* in the entire bar. When forthright scooted over, to let me into the booth, I instantly ducked in, eager to be more out of view.\n\n“Am I embarrassing you now?” he asked.\n\n“Well, obviously!” I said, not even trying to fight answering.\n\n“But is it turning you on?”\n\n“Rghhh,” I moaned, squeezing my legs together, my pussy getting wetter even as I spoke the word, “Yes.” I looked down at the table, hiding my face behind my hair. I felt Forthright’s hand on my thigh, and my pussy warmed and twitched at his touch.\n\nHe reached across with his other hand and took my chin, drawing himself in close to me, as he lifted my face toward his. “Lucia… Even though I am absolutely *loving* asking you all of these sensitive, personal, *sexual* questions… do you want me to *stop,* or *keep doing it*?”\n\nI locked eyes with him, as a smug grin started to spread over his face. I forced myself to hyperventilate, my cleavage heaving, as I tried to set my jaw. My eyes darted over to Nightcloak, who was looking on with rapt attention, and back to Forthright, who was looking as insufferable as anything. I squeezed my eyes shut, as I groaned, “I want you to keep doing it”.\n\n“Oh! Alright then,” he said, squeezing my thigh. “By the way...” he asked, as his hand started to creep up my skirt, “Would you prefer that I do, or do not, finger you, now, in this bar, while Nightcloak knows that I’m doing it?”\n\nMy eyes shot open and my mouth dropped agape, and I stared at him, a hot blush passing over my chest. I suddenly thought of shifting back into super speed and just zipping home in a flash. It didn’t matter. My mouth formed the words, “I’d prefer that you do.” A wave of embarrassment swept through me at the same time that his finger slid under my panties and started to dance around my clit. A moan escaped my lips, and I started to squirm under his touch and cricket my thighs together before I could think to try and hold my composure and keep myself still. I was only barely stopping myself from writhing around moaning like a whore, when a waitress suddenly stopped by the table with my regular Long Island Iced Tea. I felt my heart trying to beat out of my chest, as she set it down, and I could swear that she was smirking to herself, keeping her eyes averted.\n\n“Is this what you wanted?” Forthright asked, as he kept stroking my clit.\n\n“What? My Drink? Yes I want my drink!” I blurted out and immediately began sucking on the straw.\n\nForthright laughed so hard that the waitress had walked away before he could change his question, forcing him to let me get away with that one. He was still stroking me, and his fingers moved and rubbed along my stiff clitoris erratically, in time with his laughter. I had to grip the table to keep myself still. Any reprieve I had was short lived though. A devilish gleam came to his eyes, as they focused in on my lips on my straw.\n\nHe took control of his breath, quelling his laughter a bit, even as he smirked at me. “Lucia, If I had Nightcloak block the side of the booth with his cape, could I get you to blow me, under the table?”\n\nI nearly choked on my drink, as my arousal spiked higher, my hips driving my sex into his fingers, even as I stared at him in shock and tried to convince myself to bolt. “Mm… Probably,” I said, unable to keep my lips closed."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The girls of the soccer team gave come up with a creative way to raise money. Instead of a bake sale or a carwash, they are sellung used panties. | [
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"content": "The dean sat at his desk, a website unbefitting a dean was open on his laptop and across from him sat the head of an illicit operation by the university’s women’s soccer team. \n\n“Lillian...I don’t even know how to begin to talk about this problem. All my years of teaching, of being an authority, I’ve never come across a problem like this. “\n\n“It’s a new generation out there Dean Philips”\n\nThe dean gave her a stern look while Lillian smiled in mild defiance...and mild horniness. \n\n“Car wash, fundraisers, carnivals, bake sales...”\n\n“We tried a bake sale but we couldn’t put weed in the brownies so that was a lost cause. “\n\n“...I have a feeling you’re not taking this seriously Miss Powers.”\n\n“I mean, I am sir. No higher up on campus was supposed to know.”\n\n“You really didn’t think this would get back to one of us?”\n\n“Dean Philips If you keep talking to me like, I’ll have a guaranteed sale when I walk out of here. “\n\nLilian smirked, trying to lighten the mood. This time the look her dean gave her didn’t make her wet or turn her on, it worked like the dean intended and Lillian sunk into her chair. \n\n“The soccer team selling their used underwear is, is...I don’t even know what to call it. Immoral, disgusting, disgraceful...”\n\n“You forgot profitable...”\n\nLillian sat up again despite his look. She fished her phone out of her pocket and pulled up the site where her team had been selling and handed it to the dean. \n\n“Nearly a thousand in a week, all going towards the school as anonymous donations. I know you can’t approve of our operation but I didn’t think you’d argue with the results either. “\n\n He stared at the numbers on screen before handing the phone back to her. He stood and walked across the room and opened the door. \n\n“Miss Powers, while your operation may be profitable it’s also something the school can’t endorse...hopefully. Now please go about your day, I have a meeting with the school council about this and I need to think.”\n\nLillian nodded and stood up. She gathered her stuff and walked to the door but stopped. She looked at the secretary’s desk and found it empty. \n\n“Ok Dean Philips...but remember we can see where our packages are being delivered. “\n\nShe winked and left. Dean Philips closed the door in a hurry, his face and his stomach in knots. He hoped to God she was bluffing and the sweaty sports bra on the way to his house was his own dirty secret."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: They were about to cancel the ritual due to needing "a nubile maiden for a month of unlimited access." Then she piped up: "Guys! I'm a girl. Use me!" | [
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"content": "Part 1.\n\nThey all looked to Annie, the only female in their entire gathering. Someone coughed in the uncomfortable silence. \"Um, Annie...\" Joel, one of the more senior members spoke up. \"You know this ritual is pretty rigorous on the...vessel.\" \"Aw, yeah, I know.\" Annie chirped. \"But College is off at the moment so I have time. And besides.\" She elbowed the cloaked figure next to her. \"I trust you guys.\" There was a murmur of dissatisfaction through the two dozen acolytes in the abandoned warehouse. \"Don't worry about it Annie, we can find someone else.\" A voice broke from the crowd. \"Yeah, we don't want to put you through that. Real selfless of you to offer though.\" Another member spoke up. Gregor, the big shaven-headed man next to Annie ruffled her hair. \"We can always wait 'til the next equinox.\" \n\n\"But guyyys!\" She pushed by Gregor and got up on the raised platform where Joel and Craig had been speaking. \"We just need a girl right? And we weren't able to get one? Come on! Let me be useful! What do I need to do?\" She pouted a little. \"I'm saying you can use me so come on.\" Joel turned to Annie, trying to sound sympathetic. \"We appreciate that Annie, we really do but 'using' you like that... I mean you understand what it means by 'constant use,' right? And you're like a little sister to the rest of us. So please don't feel obliged to put yourself through that.\" The crowd nodded in approval. \"Aww you guyyys!\" She placed her hands on her chest. \"It's just, I know I don't have as much experience with this stuff as the rest of you, or know as much but you let me hang out anyway and I want to actually be of use outside of doing the catering for once! Please let me do this one thing!\" The crowd grumbled uncomfortably. \n\n \"Don't get what all the hassle's about.\" Craig mumbled quietly to Joel, gesturing at the young woman. Though much of her figure was hidden by the loose, dark robe that matched everyone else's, the front was open and the hood was down. Annie had straight red hair that went just past her shoulders and pale white skin. She was reasonably skinny, and of average height with perky breasts that were at least a handful each. Under her robe she wore a tight, black tank top over a fishnet shirt, as well as little pentagram earrings and a choker. Lower down, she had a little more meat on her bones, with strong legs from cycling to college most days encased in tight black jeans and new green leather boots with short heels. \"Don't tell me they haven't all thought about it.\" Joel leaned in awkwardly and whispered back to Craig. \"Hey man, Annie's pretty young. We try not to sexualise her.\" \"Wait, 'pretty young'? Like how young? Illegal young?\" \"What? No! Just... y'know. Maybe ease off.\"\n\nNow that they had a maiden, everyone hurried to get the ritual ready, their excitement building. They managed to find a screen for Annie to change behind, pointless as that was and she was given the accessories that had originally been designed with a less compliant victim in mind in centuries long forgotten. \"Hey Gregor?\" her gentle voice drifted over the screen. \"Does it matter if I take out my earrings? I can if I need to but I'm worried they'll get lost.\" \"Well, they're probably a little on the nose but I don't see why they'd interfere.\"\n\nFinally, she emerged, not a stitch of clothing on her. Her pale, slender frame reflected the moonlight that streamed in through the hole they'd knocked in the rusty roof. Around her neck she now had an old wood and leather collar with a brass clasp that hung loosely on her bare, white shoulders. She had a spool of rope in her hands. \"Sorry could someone handle this for me?\" An older acolyte named Frank obliged and bound her hands tightly, winding the rough rope around her wrists and forearms. \"Is this entirely necessary?\" She gave an exaggerated shrug, making her small tits rise and fall with her shoulders. \"I dunno. But the book said to do it so it's probably better that we do.\" \"Fine. Just let me know if it's too tight, okay?\" \n\nWith all the preparations complete, Joel cleared his throat, book open in his hand, braziers and yankee candles burning, alter wheeled out and the circle drawn. \"Bring out the offering!\" A fully exposed Annie was lead out by Gregor and instructed to kneel in front of Joel. With slightly shaky hands, the older man turned the page as the girl in front of him and his brethren just beyond the reach of the moonlight stared expectantly. \"This nubile maiden, a woman of marriageable age is presented here so that her-\" He gulped. \"Her womb might become the site of a new contract. A well of power for all present to share in.\" Annie cringed only slightly, maintaining her posture and kept her gaze fixed up at Joel. \"For the span of a full moon, those gathered here will make use of her, one after another and all at once.\" He set the book down and turned to Craig. \"The chalice.\" \"The travel mug.\" Craig handed him the stainless steel contained as Joel glared at him. It was heavy with the mixture within. \n\n\"This will keep you going through the month. It should shut down your less necessary bodily functions and remove the need for food. We'll keep you hydrated just to be safe but you shouldn't need anything.\" He began extending the cup towards her. She leant forward to receive it, her hands bound in her lap and her lips parted. \n\n\"I fucking helped you make that. It's just milk, alcohol, and chocolate powder.\" Joel stopped. \"I didn't claim it was magic on its **own** Craig, but when it interacts with the forces and energies we're summoning it should react.\" \"You used whole milk, right?\" \"Yes I used whole milk, what do I look like? I couldn't get unpasteurised but it'll be fine.\" \"Shoulda gotten unpasteurised.\" \"Where?! It's fine!\" He turned back to where the young girl knelt before his robed form. She was still craning her neck, reaching out from where she was seated, eagerly awaiting the cup. He extended his arms slowly. Her pale skin was like alabaster in the moonlight and her red hair perfectly framed her waiting face. She extended her tongue, curling it slightly, ready to accept the first drops of the potion. \n\nHe yanked it back again. \"Okay sorry, I know, I know. Is everyone seriously okay with this? I mean... it's Annie!\" The crowd booed and Annie sighed. \"Alright, alright. Sorry, I'm just nervous. I didn't expect to be doing this today. With that, he finally gave the nude girl the cup. \n\nAt first he was more or less pouring the splashing liquid past her waiting lips before she got them around the rim of the cup, and began to visibly swallow. Not being able to use her hands, and with Joel tilting the mug a little too fast, some of the milk dribbled down her chin, or overflowed as she spluttered slightly, splashing onto her bare breast. Joel retracted, the 'chalice' empty and she was still, head tilted back, staring up at the sky through the makeshift skylight. Watching the young redheaded woman swallow a final time, with the spilled white fluid trickling down her lithe body towards her bound hands as moonlight bathed her whole body, Craig felt oddly at peace. \"This better not awaken anything in me.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: As she stumbled her way through the house of horrors, she caught glimpses of figures in the dark. Moaning, squirming, chained to nightmarish contraptions that plied their bodies without mercy, making them come over and over again. If she didn't escape, she would be next. | [
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"content": ">Contents; too much plot, torture, bad end.\n\n&nbsp; \nThalia, paladin. A brave and noble soul, sworn to defend all that was innocent and good. \nRight now, she was doing something a little out of her usual role; investigating; night after night, people had been vanishing from their homes, rich or poor, well-guarded or not, it didn't seem to matter. \nThe only clues were claw-tipped footprints, in dust and in dirt, and sightings of small, pointy-eared silhouettes moving in packs. Goblins? Most likely. \n&nbsp; \nRight now, in the middle of the night, Thalia was standing in front of an old, abandoned hillside house, with several trails of mini monstrous footprints leading up to it. \nA few hours before, she had been standing guard in town, watching over the house of a merchant that divination had suggested would be the next target. \nIt had gotten late, Thalia's focus had wavered...and then in what seemed like the next instant, there was a thumping and hissing from the insides of the house. By the time the paladin had forced the door, the merchant was gone, and a trail of footprints lead out of what looked to be a weathered hole in the wall. \nBy torchlight, she followed the goblins' trail, out of town, down the road...to here. The ruined house that was now their base. \n&nbsp; \nNothing, so far. Thalia had entered the house, shield and torch in hand, and found nothing. Crumbled walls, creaky stairs, rotted furniture, yes, but no sight or sound of goblins or their victims. \nThere was only one place left to look; the cellar. \n...Nothing, again. Except for the numerous footprints in the dust, leading to a flimsy wooden trapdoor in the corner. \n&nbsp; \nA ladder, leading down into the earth. And then, a tunnel, a cramped, winding tunnel that Thalia was forced to creep and sometimes crawl through for what seemed like a mile before ending in another ladder. \nWhich lead to a flimsy wooden trapdoor, and then a cellar. Thalia frowned; at some point she must have gotten turned around. \n...But she could hear something now, something faint. Was it...moaning? \nHolding her torch above her head, Thalia slowly crept out of the cellar, eyes darting every which way in search of threats. \n&nbsp; \nThe house was still empty. Thalia slowly searched to and fro for the source of the seemingly omnipresent moans and cries, wincing as floorboards creaked under her feet. \nPassing by a wall that had collapsed to reveal the outside, the paladin backed up a few steps and frowned; wasn't this house on a hill? Why were there dense woods outside? \nThe oddity niggled at her. An outside landscape that wasn't quite right, sounds of suffering people no matter where she looked... \n&nbsp; \nShe went outside. \nInstead of a hill, the place was flatland surrounded by impenetrable woods. Instead of empty ground, there were bonfires, which lit a ghastly scene; dozens of people, the goblins' victims, bound to all manner of torture devices, from breaking wheels to racks, wooden horses to stakes, gibbets to crosses, all stripped naked and crying out in fear and pain. \nAnd instead of goblins- \n\"KOO-RAK!\" \nThalia startled and thrust her shield up, deflecting a goblin that had attempted to leap on her from one of the rotted house's windowsills. \nExcept, it *wasn't* a goblin. The naked thing that squirmed on the ground in front of her had little stubby horns, red mottled skin and a tiny forked tail. An imp. And if it was an imp... \nThis wasn't Thalia's world. It was the underworld, a twisted reflection, that she had somehow stumbled into. But how? \n\"KOO-RAK!\" \nThalia turned and smacked away another imp with her shield...then her eyes widened with horror as she saw a growing patch of rust. A rusting curse; if they kept hitting her shield, and then her armor... \n&nbsp; \nThalia turned and dashed back into the rotting house, cries of 'koo-rak', the rusting curse, being taken up in the distance. \nShe needed to escape, find her way back to the material world, find the portal that took her here- the tunnels! She hadn't gotten turned around, they were the passage between worlds! \nA cry warned her to duck, but the claw of the imp that swung at her still glanced off her back, the metal of her armor dulling ever so slightly. \nThalia ran, smacking aside another imp with her torch, her eyes on the cellar door. If she could just- \nA net fell on her, causing the paladin to stumble and nearly fall, as imp voices hooted and chanted around her, claws clutching at and rusting her armor. \nSuppressing a scream of rage, she dropped her shield and torch and grabbed at the net, kicking and stomping at the hands trying to snatch her. \nA tug, the net pulled off, she was free! Swinging her arms, Thalia shoved imps aside, heedless of the damage to her gauntlets as she ran for the trapdoor. \n&nbsp; \nDrawing her sword and swinging it around had brought her a precious few seconds unmolested, enough to open the trapdoor and drop down. \nShe didn't wait to see if the imps would follow her; Thalia muttered a prayer, a small wisp of light springing into being next to her head, as she scuttled down the tunnel. \nA bend, another bend...and then a low ceiling, forcing the paladin to lie down and crawl. \nHer light flew ahead of her, she could see the ceiling rise ahead, just a few more seconds... \nAnd then something stomped on the sword in her hand with a cry of \"KOO-RAK!\", the blade rusting and snapping within moments. \nPanicked, Thalia tried to swat the imp away and push herself up, but something wrapped around her neck, yanking her back as she clutched at it, distracted and helpless to the dozens of groping hands eroding her armor away. \nShe kicked and struggled, only hitting rocks, flailing as a noose wrapped around her wrist and dragged it away, only managing a faint cry as an imp dropped on her head and something furry and revolting tasting was shoved into her face... \n&nbsp; \nThalia came to. It was dark, something smelled awful, something was pressed against her face...someone had tied a smelly sack over her head. \nShe was otherwise naked; she could feel her body being moved, carried by...imps! She tried to struggle, but it felt like all her strength had left her...another curse? \nSuddenly, she was dropped. She could feel wood under her back, her wrists being pulled out to her sides and tied with rope, her ankles being tied...oh no. \nOh no. The imps were crucifying her, like some of their other victims. Thalia tried to struggle harder, and all of a sudden her strength came surging back- \nBut it was too late; she was securely tied to the cross, which was slowly being raised upright, her body slipping downward to be supported by only her wrists... \nAnd then the feeling of being impaled, of something solid being shoved between her buttcheeks; a dildo, mounted on the cross, to humiliate and torture her more. \nHer cries muffled by the stifling hood, Thalia struggled to lift herself by her wrists, to pull herself off the too-large phallus. But holding up her body weight was exhausting, and she slowly started to sink, lower, lower... \nHer arms gave, her body slumped down, the dildo rammed itself up her rump again. A moan of distress as she struggled against the ropes, pulling herself up and off the dildo again. \n&nbsp; \nHow long had she been here? How long had she been struggling? Every time, Thalia told herself that she would stop fighting, to save her strength, but every time the pain of the dildo pushing too far forced her to pull herself up again. \nShe couldn't tell how long it had been. She couldn't tell how many more victims the imps had claimed. She didn't feel hungry, or thirsty, or tired, just the constant ache in her arms and the dildo in her rump. \nShe pulled herself up. Relief. \nHer arms failed. Her ass penetrated. A soft cry. \nShe pulled again. Respite. \nHer strength failed again. A thrust. A groan. \nShe pulled. Abatement. \nShe fell. Impalement. \nThalia moaned."
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"content": "Disclaimer: (Contains hardcore cringe and forced rhymes.)\n\nI'm sorry.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"I'll suck!\" she said.\n\n\"I'll suck and I'll fuck, and you'll bend me over!\"\n\n\"In my ass it'll be stuck and you'll push in your boner!\"\n\nShe straddled him, begging. And he responded.\n\n\"I'll take you right here! I'll put it in your rear!\"\n\n\"I'll plough you until i can feel that you're near!\"\n\n\"I'll give you my seed! I'll fulfil your needs!\" \n\n\"I've waited long enough now it's time to breed!\"\n\nThey fucked on the couch, they fucked on the bed.\n\nHe gave her good dick, she gave him good head. \n\nHe jizzed on her face, he came on her chest.\n\nShe whispered in his ear that he was the best.\n\nIt felt just so right, it seemed so correct.\"\n\nWhen she quivered in orgasm while he kissed her neck."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: As a woman of her word, she always fulfilled her "I owe you sex" cards. Unbeknownst to her, someone printed dozens of them. | [
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"content": "Contains >!a blowjob and gentle femdom!<\n***\n\"Do you know about inflation?\" Nadine asked, unzipping her dress. The floral printed fabric fell loose from her shoulders, thick straps sliding into her hooked elbows. Sitting across in the middle of the living room couch, Brandon looked nervous, spinning a laminated card between two fingers. She had never received a claim request from him before, and was surprised to see his message with the photo of her IOU sex card. *Newcomers*. \n\nHe pinched his shirt at the chest and pulled it forward. \"You mean, like when breasts like, transform?\"\n\n\"Do I look like a fucking Autobot?\" The dress fell to the floor, revealing black lace panties with matching bra and stockings, her body a celebration of all things curved. She watched him swallow and release the fabric, eyes locked on to her chest as she approached with the languid stride of a cat to a sunbeam. Running her finger from his neck to his square chin, she tilted his head until she could see his blue eyes. \"I'm talking about *economic* inflation.\" \n\nHis eyes darted left and right. \"I uh, can't say that I know. Isn't that a thing from the '80s? I think my grandma used to complain about it.\" Hearing the decade made her sigh. She straddled his lap, pushing him against the back cushions and retrieved the card. \n\n*Number 55513. How many copies did he make?* The man who was issued the original, authentic card had redeemed it years ago, but she admired the effort to make these excellent forgeries. With a practiced flick of the wrist, she flung it, the spinning card landing atop her crumpled dress. Brandon lightly held her waist and slid his hands along her sides, a long glide between her bra strap and panties. \n\n\"Basically, it's the idea that things will cost more because there's more money in circulation. I mean, that's not everything, but inflation means things cost more.\" Slowly rocking, she felt the bulge growing in his pants and reached down to unzip them. The hot member sprung out and rested against her covered sex. \"To put it another way, your money buys less.\" Squeezing under the bell of his cock made him grunt.\n\n\"So less bang-angh! For your buck,\" he said between gasps. Peeling his shirt off, he leaned back as she caught a nipple between two fingers, kneading him in time with the spiralling strokes below.\n\n\"Precisely.\" Nadine leaned over and kissed him, eager lips like succulent fruit, ripe for the plucking. When he moaned, she muffled it with her tongue, delighting in his warm wet mouth. A familiar feeling, like a dull ache, swelled between her legs. Sliding his cock under her panties, she held it against her folds and the lace, keeping pressure on the sensitive underside of his tip. A twitch and a faint grin affirmed his pleasure while his hot skin against her clit provided for hers. \n\nReaching around, he played with her ass, gripping and releasing her cheeks. Urgent, firm fingers moved closer to her center, aiming for her wet pussy but only grazing her skin. She wondered if her teasing was going to reach a tipping point, compelling him to try to push things further than she wanted. It was so hard to tell with new partners, although sometimes, the ambiguity was her favorite part. For now, she lifted herself up and kneeled between his legs. Unhooking her bra, she let him play with her breasts as she helped to pull down his pants. His cock, streaked with precum, throbbed near her face. \n\n\"Do you recall why I gave you the IOU?\" she asked, licking his shaft. The heady, salty skin pulled against her tongue. He played with her hair, running his fingers through the fine locks. Perhaps he was stalling for time.\n\n\"You don't remember the party last month?\" he asked. \"We were hanging out on the deck… moonlit trees above us, fireflies in the air. We had the whole space to ourselves and you had your hand down my pants. God, it felt so good.\" \n\nNadine was impressed. Whoever gave him the card also told him the backstory. It felt nostalgic, to hear it told again. \"Better than this?\" she asked before taking him into her mouth. Sometimes they bucked under her, audibly groaning with pleasure, while other card holders melted into their seats like an ice cream parfait. Brandon was in the former camp, gripping the couch cushions as she sucked and stroked his hard cock. She released him, letting a trail of saliva run down her chin. \"But why did I give you the card?\"\n\nHis cheeks were flush and he panted dramatically. \"I think... we were both a little too drunk to fool around?\" Not really what happened, but she thought it was a good lie; plausible, with a connotation of responsibility that probably neither of them shared. The actual event certainly wasn't that romantic. Nodding her head, she caressed his balls before wrapping her lips over his manhood again. \"Oh, fuck. It was worth the wait.\"\n\nHands on his knees, she pushed his legs into a wider stance. The thick muscles of his inner thighs rose to the surface inches from her face, and she lightly scratched them, making him shiver. So sensitive, she wondered how long he'd been touched. Every dart of her tongue along the tip of his cock elicited a soft sigh from his parted lips, eyes closed, lost in his own pleasure. Sliding a finger down her panties, she circled her clit in time with his panting, finding her own joy. \"Do you want to cum?\" she asked, stroking faster. He nodded wordlessly, muscles clenching and dancing for her. \n\n\"Cum for me,\" she commanded, \"cum for me now.\" Shaft completely soaked, her hand pounded into his base and the sound of the full stroke echoed in the room. A low grunt signalled the point of no return, and the first ribbon of cum hit her in the neck, a creamy white drizzle that traveled to her breast. She pulled more from his tip, hitting her lower in a zigzag of musky cream, until the last of his load oozed over her fingers. Sliding her sticky thumb over the head, she rubbed it into his skin before rising to kiss him again. \"I am so glad you waited.\"\n\n\"Me too,\" he sighed. \"Hey, what are you doing?\" Shuffling from the couch, he crawled to her as she slipped on her bra and stepped into her dress. \"Aren't we going to do more?\"\n\nThe younger man, naked on all fours was a tempting sight. \"I'm afraid not,\" she said, picking up her IOU. \"Inflation. Less bang for your buck.\" Brandon knelt at her feet, looking a little more dejected but also endearing than her other card redeemers. Opening her purse, she retrieved a new card and handed it to him. \"Another time?\" When his expression brightened, Nadine smiled with him, and couldn't wait for him to claim her again.\n\n***\nComments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "That has to be a trap. No adventurer is going to believe that there's an actual gloryhole in the middle of a dungeon...Right?" | [
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"content": "\"I'm gonna do it.\" The bard said confidently as he reached for the button on his pants.\n\n\"No you're not!\" Yelled the cleric.\n\n\"Bard, of all the times...\" Trailed off the paladin, seeing the futility in the situation as she caught the gleam in his eyes.\n\n\"If it all works out, I'm next.\" Said the rogue as he lounged against a wall.\n\n\"If not, I get his body.\" Said the necromancer as he watched with barely contained glee.\n\n\"I'm not watching this.\" Mumbled the sorceress as she cautiously hung behind the paladin.\n\n\"I'm pretty sure it's not a mimic.\" The bard said as he cautiously looked in the hole, his half hard cock on his hand.\n\n\"Do it you runt.\" The rogue goaded.\n\n\"Fuckin hell, it's way up there, someone make me a stool.\" The bard said as he tried to make his halfling legs stretch past their limits.\n\n\"Oh Jesus, fine.\" The cleric said as she quickly magic shaped a stone stool beneath his feet and lifted his waist to the appropriate height.\n\n\"Get some healing spells ready.\" The bard said quickly, not waiting for a response as he shoved his cock into the hole.\n\n\"....and?\" The rogue said heasitantly, trying not show the anticipation coursing through his veins.\n\n\"Nothings happ- AAAAAAAAOOOooooooouuuuoggghh.\" The bard tried to say before he screamed and clutched at the wall.\n\n\"I cast-\" the cleric tried to shout, before being cut off by the paladins hand on her shoulder.\n\n\"He's fine. Look at his face.\" The paladin said, the exhaustion evident in his face.\n\nThe bards eyes half closed as he tried to grind his hips farther into the wall. He mumbled and groaned for a few minutes as the rest of the party watched in a mix of confusion, disgust, and glee.\n\nThe minutes drug on before the bard seemed to stiffen like an electric bolt running through his body and then slumped against the wall, a content smile on his face.\n\n\"Worth the risk he mumbled.\" As he stood there and basked in the after glow. \"Hey ro-\"\n\n\"Outt the way short stuff.\" The rogue said, cutting off the bard as he picked him up and tossed him out of the way, an audible pop ringing out in the dungeon as the bards cock exited the hole.\n\n\"Let's see what ya got.\" The rogue said with a devilish grin as he unbuttoned his pants."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Her breath hitched a bit, hands roughly worked over her body, from her breast to her pussy. Each touch bringing her closer to the edge, closer to climax, closer to realizing the Goddess of Love had just appeared in her tent with zero regard for her privacy, cooing on about how cute she looks. | [
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"content": "\"Aaah! Goddammit Aphrodite. I told you to leave me alone!\"\n\n\"Oh come on Artemis, I'm the goddess of sex, I'd have to be crazy to not watch someone as cutie as you.\" \n\nAs usual, both of the deities were completely nude. They didn't bother wearing clothes, as Artemis blinded those who saw her(save for her hunters of course), and Aphrodite didn't care who saw her. \n\n\"Yeah, well you can keep your sex to yourself. I'm not interested.\"\n\n\"Oh but dear, your pussy seems to disagree.\"\n\nArtemis looked down, seeing just how wet her pussy was. \n\n\"You really wont quit will you, Aphrodite?\"\n\n\"(Giggles) Nope.\"\n\n\"Alright then. How about we play a game.\"\n\nAphrodite's head snapped up at the mention of a game.\n\n\"I'm listening...\"\n\n\"Well, it's simple. There's one hour till sunrise. If you can make me cum in that time, I'll have sex with you whenever you want.\" \n\nAnd what if I lose?\n\n\"You have to go a week with sex.\"\n\nAphrodite didn't like the idea a 7 days of no sex, but sex with Artemis whenever she wanted was good an offer to pass up.\n\n\"You're on, Artemis. When do I start?\"\n\n\"Now.\"\n\nAnd so, Aphrodite got to work. Lifting the goddess of hunting over her shoulder, she whisked away to Olympus.\n\nOnce they were in Aphrodite's room, Artemis was thrown onto the bed. \n\nAphrodite laughed at Artemis' shock.\n\n\"You though I was gonna fuck in the middle of a forest.\"\n\n\"Tick tock, Aphrodite.\"\n \nAphrodite immediately lunged towards her pussy, eagerly hitting her G-spot, and sending waves of pleasure throughout Artemis' body.\n\nArtemis began to worry, fearing she had underestimated the goddess of love.\n\n\"Ahh...ohh...mmm!\"\n\nArtemis desperately tried not to moan. The last thing she needed was the other Olympians to see this.\n\n\"Having trouble keeping it together, Artie?\"\n\n\"Oh shut up.\"\n\nArtemis pushed Aphrodite's head down into her pussy.\n\n\"Fine by me.\"\n\nAphrodite kept exploring Artemis' dripping cunt, savoring the taste. Secretly, however, she reached behind her, pull the plus that was on her ass. Before Artemis could notice, Aphrodite shoved the plug into Artemis' tight hole.\n\n\"AHH!\"\n\nArtemis screamed at the sensation of her asshole being stretched by the plug.\n\nAphrodite continued like that for a while, gently tugging on the plus, occasionally fiddling with her clit, and licking every inch of Artemis' pussy.\n\nLooking out the window, Artemis breathed a sigh of relief, see that there was only a few minutes left till sunrise. Unfortunately, she also felt her orgasm building up. \n\nAphrodite could tell she wouldn't be able to make it. That's when she busted out her secret weapon.\n\nMoving her mouth away from Artemis' snatch, Aphrodite put her middle and ring finger into Artemis.\n\nMoving quickly, Aphrodite moved her hand up and down, up and down, rapidly hitting Artemis' G-spot. And so, in the seconds before sunrise, Artemis lost the bet, spraying all over Aphrodite's face. \n\n\"No!!!\"\n\n\"Yes!\"\n\nAphrodite jumped up, and immediately started dancing around, gloating to Artemis, who sat on the bed fuming.\n\n\"Hey Artemis, whaddya say we celebrate my victory with round 2?\"\n\nRolling her eyes, Artemis uncrossed her legs, giving Aphrodite full access to her.\n\nFin."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PI] She reluctantly agreed to be a replacement for one of the models in a body painting contest. First time for everything, right? Right? Elizabeth did not enjoy this. | [
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"content": "Back in tent number six, Elizabeth was blunt.\n\n“This isn’t working.” \n\n Seated on the crate, legs crossed at the knees and a towel wrapped around her shoulders, the pale brunette looked sullen. Her starfield skin was a memory, a dark puddle draining into the grass out back. \n\nSand, who had been pacing around her with springing strides, halted in place. His visionary expression gave way to hurt surprise, as if she had just swatted him on the nose with a rolled-up newspaper. His bare arms wrapped around his black-clad chest.\n\n“Are you kidding me? We’re doing great!”\n\n“We came last again,” she said.\n\n“But we’re in it! We’re going for the win!”\n\nA distant storm gathered in her eyes. “I’m not accustomed to squeaking by under the wire. I do *not* enjoy that.”\n\n“I mean, all we can do is try, right?” Sand rubbed the back of his neck.\n\nElizabeth uncrossed her legs and stood. Brushing past him, she moved to the table where the designs and patterns lay.\n\n“What is this?” she asked, picking up an acrylic sheet.\n\n“A kind of dragon. It’s based on William Blake’s.” \n\nShe studied the figure - his wings, spiral horns, muscled back, and spined tail.\n\n“*The Great Red Dragon?* What am I, Francis Dolarhyde?”\n\n“Who?”\n\nElizabeth summoned patience. She looked over her shoulder. “Sand, we have one essential problem. We are too timid. Both of us. You’re about to cover me with Romantic beige.” She sighed. “And I am liable to choke on the catwalk again.”\n\nSand launched into reassurance mode, chopping the air with his hands. “Don’t worry. Seriously. It’s going to look so good on you. I practiced this on Emily for weeks. Trust me. It’s got the most detail of anything so far, it’s gonna be amazing…”\n\n“No,” she said. “Sometimes you have to kill your darlings.”\n\n“What’re you talking about?” Sand’s exuberance went out of him. He sensed danger.\n\n“The final design has to be striking. More than that. It has to help me become someone else.”\n\n“You want to change the design for the finale? *Now?*”\n\n“There’s no slack left. You understand that, don’t you? It’s Ethel Weiss or me.” She twirled her hand impatiently. “Or… Marianne, I suppose. On current trend, Ethel wins.”\n\n“You can’t think like that. You… you’ll do fine. The second round, you felt better, right?”\n\n“You’re on the right track with the devilry, at least,” she said. “But I don’t want a demon painted on my back. I want to *be* the demon.”\n\nSand drew closer to her, looking anxious. She wondered whether his aim was intimidation or intimacy.\n\n“Elizabeth, listen to me. There’s no time. It’ll be down to minutes even without me *inventing* things on the fly, okay?”\n\n“Then you better get started.” Elizabeth pulled the towel from her shoulders and tossed it on top of the pile of pattern sheets, stencils, and photos of Emily.\n\nShe was fully bare again. For the first time since morning, it almost did not matter. The familiar steel girded Elizabeth’s heart, and the feeling was glorious.\n\n“Sand, I hate ultimatums.” She tilted her head and drove her gaze into the painter’s eyes. “I hate giving them, and I hate receiving them. They are crude tools. But, as you said, we’re pressed for time.”\n\nHe shook his head and turned out his hands.\n\n“So let me be very clear,” the nude woman continued. “I want scales. Flayed flesh. Bones. Tentacles. Flames. Sigils. Lines from Milton, Dante, Revelations. You make me a monster, or I walk.” She glanced at her clothes, folded on one of the stools.\n\n“It doesn’t work like that! We’re wasting time!”\n\n“It does now.”\n\nHe fell silent and looked away. Elizabeth read him coolly: the drop of the shoulders, the slight curl of the lip. She decided to slather on a spoonful of honey.\n\n“Sand, this is the help I need to compete. You’re an artist. A good one. Believe in the transformative power of art.”\n\n“I can’t just come up with something like this,” he said. He was no longer fighting. His voice turned more petulant than combative, and Elizabeth felt a little sorry for him. *Emily’s painter boy.*\n\n“I’ll make a few suggestions.” Her smile was almost genuine. “And you best start believing you can. Throw away the crutches. Turn off that targeting computer. And get painting. Now. Give me a slash of infernal flame, or I’m getting dressed.”\n\nSand reached for a canister of red and held it up like Yorick’s skull before shaking it vigorously."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: As a trickster goddess, you delight in flipping the genders of sexist people you come across. You promise to turn them back... for a price | [
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"content": "I must admit that everything had been a lot more fun in the old days. A low level priest with an attitude problem would be turned into a nun for a year to see how he liked being on the receiving end of the church’s codes of conduct. A highborn maiden with no respect for her peasant workers would be placed into one of their bodies. A slave lord would become a slave in a back breaking concrete mine. A conquistador would search and kill to find the Fountain of Youth only to be turned into a young native woman. Sometimes I wouldn’t even switch them back, as their other half was happy to pay me to stay in their new position. It’s getting harder these days though as I can’t simply remove a famous person from their pulpit for an extended period of time simply to teach them a lesson. No, these days I have to focus on the little guy...and get more creative.\n\nMy only magical weakness was that I could not create money or food by a simple spell, out of my creator’s concern for a sudden influx of wealth on economies. Like it or not, I had to pay my own way. \n\nMy abilities however, were not limited to the ruination of others’ physical appearance-that’s just a side hobby-I make most of my money by showing people how to be more confident in their own skin. Sometimes that means I look back at them in a mirror and show them what they can do with their hair, makeup, or facial hair to give a better appearance. Sometimes I simply take over their body and take them for a ride as they have the best day of their life with a new partner. You may wonder how I prospect my customers...I can read people’s thoughts and darkest secrets just as much as I can read and hear their public rhetoric. I can also find otherwise anonymous people based only on their writings, so any internet creeps these days who hide behind what they assume to be an impenetrable barrier stand before me behind something as difficult to cross over as a ping pong net.\n\nThis new platform, Reddit, made it especially easy to find my prey. When a man would post a story of how easy it is to be a woman, I’d turn him into an ugly one for the worst five days of the month. They would sometimes offer me tips to bet on Wall Street but alas, I’m a long term investor and will only accept bitcoin payments. When a so called “Karen” made a comment about the scary black man who was “casing” her house every day with a pit bull to “scare” her, I’d imprison her mind inside of his for a month. From there she would not be able to control anything, only watch as he cared for his family and faced ridicule and racism everywhere he went. \n\nAs I walked out of my nightclub for the evening, I saw a group of pretty women making fun of the men on line outside. I switched their places and told them to have fun, reserving both groups at a high priced table on the girls’ tab. Now they would know what it’s like to be stingy with their checkbooks as someone else ordered a ton of alcohol on their dime. \n\nTonight was going to be a fun night actually; that nightclub switch was simply an hors d’ouvre. Next I am playing Cupid to a fighting, but loving couple who simply need to see everything from the opposite perspective. For dessert, I have a sexist man in the body of a trophy wife who must do what he thinks women are required to be, while I am in the body of a man. \n\nI was woken up today with an incredibly weak blowjob for which she will need to improve her enthusiasm over the next month. If I find out that she removed her butt plug while she was cleaning my house and preparing my dinner, the punishment may be more than a simple spanking. Who knows, maybe it will be a spit roast or bukkake...or maybe I’ll get into her head and make her ache to be filled with my seed."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] She had fucked her girlfriend on stream before, and she was open about what she did, but knowing that her crush was watching made her suddenly... nervous? | [
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"content": "“Do you wanna stream again tonight?”\n\n“Hm?”\n\nBrie looked away from her homework to her girlfriend Lena, laying next to her with a devilish grin. \n\n“Do you wanna stream again tonight?”\n\n“I...don’t think so. “\n\nThey had streamed themselves having sex a few days ago and the two had a lot of fun doing it. The amassed quite the crowd too which only made their shenanigans more fun. They two weren’t shy about this as they knew their friends had watched already. \n\n“Why not? Didn’t you have fun?”\n\n“I did, I loved it. But I’m just not in the mood tonight. “\n\nLena knew she was bs’ing but decided not to press the issues. She curled up next to Brie as she went back to work on her homework. The couple had met in a polyamory beginners group on their college campus. They hit it off right away and began dating. They’ve always talked about bringing someone else in but never found the right person...until Brie met a freshman named Taylor. \n\nTaylor was curvy with green eyes that made Brie’s hear flutter instantly and short dirty blonde hair. Both Brie and Lena admitted to a physical attraction but Brie had a full on crush on Taylor. The three started to hang out but none of them had discussed taking things further...\n\n“Brie...”\n\nBrie looked down at Lena. \n\n“...Taylor was watching wasn’t she?”\n\nBrie blushed and closed her laptop and nodded. \n\n“Once I found out, I don’t know it just made me more nervous. Like she doesn’t know we’re poly, we don’t even know if she’s into women...”\n\n“Brie you dope, if you she watched two women fuck on stream, I think she might be into women. “\n\nBrie pulled the laptop up to her head. \n\n“Ugh, I know. I’m just frazzled, you’re the only other one that’s made me feel this way. I just don’t want her to think I’m a slut or something.”\n\nLena hugged Brie and kissed her cheek. Brie dropped her laptop to kiss Lena on the lips. She popped it back open as Lena snuggled in close and closed her eyes. Brie always enjoyed the quieter moments with Lena but someone decided that wasn’t to be as her text notification went off. \n\n“Ugh!”\n\nShe picked up and her face became red and her body was hot as she saw Taylor’s name on the screen. Nervously she swiped open her phone and opened the message. \n\n**You guys busy tonight?**\n\n**No, I’m just finishing up some homework and Lenas just chilling.**\n\n**Aww I was hoping you two would stream tonight :(**\n\nBrie’s mouth hung open and she shrugged her shoulder a little. Lena sat up and Brie showed her the text. Lena smiled that devilish smile again. \n\n“Brie...”\n\n“Yeah, yeah. Let me think about it...”\n\nLena could tell from the look in her eyes that Brie was already swayed and the slight smirk only confirmed her suspicions. \n\n“Ok fine, we’ll do a quick one.”\n\nShe texted Taylor back and handed the laptop to Lena to set up the stream. Slowly people started to come into the room to watch them. \n\n“Hey everybody. So quick heads up, Bries a little nervous tonight. The attention last time was a bit overwhelming...”\n\nBrie breathed a sigh of relief that she lied about her reservations. \n\n“Yes Taylor Brie always looks amazing when she wears these pajamas. “\n\nBrie blushed and smirked, looking down at the pajama top that barley contained her breasts. Between the compliment from Taylor and Lena cupping Brie’s tits, Brie was more then over her nerves."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The princess agreed to join the harem of the foreign conqueror to secure a peace for her people. But before she leaves home, she has to first endure a series of embarrassingly sexualizing changes to make her "properly presentable" as a royal concubine. | [
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"content": "(everyone pretend I can spell)\n\nThe world is a pile of people that I know are looking at my body. which is tied down to a metal cube on wheels, arms and legs spread wide, tied to the top and bottom square to give anyone who pleases a 360 look of my body. It seems like there are a lot of people who please, I can see their bodies whirling around me, picking out each of the flaws they think are worthy of changing. Let them. I don’t care.\n\nWhen I agreed to become a part of the king's haram, I knew he would want some kind of modifications, I accepted this. I was, and am, pretty aware that the thing I am giving up for my people is me. My mind, my body, my life, he is going to do whatever he pleases with it and short of the mass death of my people there isn’t jack shit I can do. I have resigned to my fate, and the fact that being a woman of dignity and value just so happen to,in this case, mean being an absolute slut. However when deciding, *what* exactly to do, I didn’t think it would be so democratic. \n\nA man behind me bangs on a glass of wine with a fork, the tink carrying through the room and silencing the chatter of the room. I’m pretty sure that man is the king, I can recognize his voice from the meeting between his kingdoms. I know he was looking at me, a lot. I have to say I didn’t think this is how that would turn out. The room has about 2 or so dozen men and about a dozen women. They made a meal out of it. The smell of wine, rare steaks, and other delicacies floats around the room. it was actually making me kind of hungry. I wondered if I would ever be able to eat like that again, I wasn’t sure. Before I ended up in this mess I watched a couple of the live streams the king does with his haram, mental prep I guess. There wasn’t that much details on the way the women actually lived their lives. What they ate, where they slept, how they interacted with each other. The only thing that was clear is that all the women in the haram had a remarkable ability to suck cock, look pretty, and cum. This made it all the more surprising that the only thing the king wanted me more surprising. to avoid war with my people, the only thing he would accept, was me. Not land, or money, or any number or favors. Not to hate myself, but I’m not that much of a looker. Especially considering he could have asked for any women in the country and gotten his hands on her provided he made a backdoor deal.still, I’m what he asked for, and I could hear him clear his throat behind me before he started to speak.\n\n“Princess Beatrice has willinging given herself to my haram as a peace offering between our nations” he spoke loudly and clearly. But as soon as she got everyone's attention he switched tones. I supposed that this must be some of his closer advisors, or possibly even friends. Not many people, regardless of birthplace, are talked to as equal by the king “she has given over her body and her mind. What should we do with it?” there was a fair bit of chatter before one young man, possibly a bit drunk, spoke up louder then the rest. \n\n“Yeah, has anyone notice that she’s not embarrassed, like at all. Can we fix that?” murmurs around the room agreed with the claim. How I didn’t hang my head, how my face wasn’t flushed. I wasn’t ashamed and refused to be. to be of service to my people was my duty, even like this. \n\nI felt a man put a few fingers to my forehead, utter a few words in a language I don’t know. And suddenly I felt blood rushing to my cheeks. Suddenly my brain decided that my nudity was an issue. I reflexively tried to cover myself only to remember, oh yeah, I’m binded. The man grabbed my chest with his hand, as if he was weighing my breast in his hands, like checking the size of two melons at a grocery store. And I tried to pull away for any of the good that did. People had been looking at me, touching me, all night, why did I suddenly care?\n\nThey can’t do that, can they? They did, but that should not be possible.Thoughts ran through my mind of the claims of magic this kingdom had made. That can’t be the case right? That was just some myth made up to make their country seem more powerful."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You thought you were in a horror story... Until it turned out to be erotica. | [
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"content": "# Three Walls\n\nKinks: >!taking the prompt very literally!< >!non-con (very tamely written, as usual for me)!<\n\n----\n\nStaring at the void hardly fazes me any more. You know how most rooms have four walls? A while ago I got into a bit of a kerfuffle with a self-proclaimed god, and since then my world has been a bit complicated. One could say I was cursed. I wouldn't really put it that way though, I would rather say I'm forced to hop between imagined worlds, and you all are watching me.\n\nThat's what the void is. Every room I walk into has a missing wall. The fourth wall. You know, when you read a book, and a character talks to the audience? Like I'm doing right now? Exactly like that. That's my life. I'm stuck in a story. I'm certain it's not a play or a musical. Not enough dancing, and too few soliloquies. Actually I've been suspecting it's a book for a while now, due to how many visual details in this world are hard to remember, but I can sometimes hear other people think.\n\nSo what story, you ask? Yeah, fuck if I know. It's total pandemonium. I think my writer (or more likely, team thereof) writes flash fiction or some shit like that, because things keep changing at break-neck pace. When I leave my apartment (past the fourth wall where the coat rack is supposed to be) what I find outside regularly changes. Other tenants come and go, and yet they all treat me or each other as if they'd been living here for years.\n\nIt's fucking wild. At least most of the time I seem to be in some slice of life shit. Like Friends or some nineties family drama. Sometimes however the genres change. In fact, that's why you're reading this, because I just noticed that the weather has taken a sudden turn for the worse, I can hear wolves howl in the distance (there aren't any wolves here), and there's this tension in the air. Hard to describe.\n\nWhat was that? Fuck. I think something just knocked at my door.\n\nNothing visible through the spy-glass.\n\nI could have sworn I heard something.\n\nThere it is again! This time from the balcony window. I can't see anything, but rain has started. It's pitch black outside. Even lightning strikes in the distance.\n\nOh no. Oh hell no. Fuck. Fuckfuckfuck. I know what this is. That weird feeling? That's the low-key brooding background soundscape. I can't hear it, but I know it's there. Something's coming. I really hate how many windows my place has in moments like this.\n\nI'll better hide in the bathroom. No windows there, and I can lock the door from the inside.\n\nThat's better.\n\nOr not. That was the crash of my balcony window shattering. Not better at all. Not fucking at all. Shit. I'm so dead. I don't know what happens if I die in this weird universe, but I'd rather not find out. \n\nLights in this room are out. I can see shadows move under the door. Which is definitely closed, and I have my back against it. Though maybe that's a bad choice? Maybe whoever, or whatever that is has guns and is going to shoot at the door? No way I can move now without them hearing me.\n\nWhat was that splashing noise? The sink? Oh fuck me, there's black goo dripping into the sink through the faucet. It just keeps going, and now overflowing onto the floor. It is taking shape, a gooey writhing mass. I always thought being petrified from fear was just a saying, but I can't move a finger. Now it's touching me! The black mass is reaching out with tentacles, and they are prodding my body, my youthful body of 23 years, with d-cup tits, only covered with a casual t-shirt and panties at home. Why is this even important? Who cares about these numbers?\n\nThe tentacles are softly sliding over my pale skin, their black surface in stark contrast. It doesn't even feel so bad. In fact they are gentle. The mass even smells decent, a little sweaty, musky... It reminds me of something. Sex. It reminds me of the smell of sex.\n\nAhh, a tentacle has slid into my panties! It's playing with my clit. This feels so good! It's gently sucking on it. Another tentacle is pulling down my panties. I'm so wet. Why am I so wet? Why am I so horny? What is happening? Now it's going for my pussy, probing the entrance. It's going to fuck me!\n\nShit, I figured it out. This isn't a horror story. This is a hentai manga. \n\nStop reading, you lecherous pervert!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Your best friend (and secret crush) has been cursed with maddening lust and they're begging you for help to dispel it. The problem is that they can't keep their hands off of you long enough to get any work done. It's going to be a long (and sexy) night. | [
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"content": "\"Begging huh?\" That was an appropriate term. She was certainly BEGGING. I pulled my hand to me a little further and heard her squeal, although the words she said were muffled by the ballgag that had been stuffed up with spit, tears and her makeup- if you could even call it that anymore- I couldn't.\n\nWith a grin I led her forward with only two garments for her to wear. A black cheap ball gag that fastened hard and a spiked collar with a dog leash. The dog leash was a compliment to the way she walked (crawled) and a perfect idea in my brilliant mind. \n\n\"Up-Up, comon sarah Up!\" with a barking whistle and a penetrative gaze. \"Stand up!\" As the girl, just about a girl, stood on her knees and raised herself up as a puppy as my booty plopped comfortably on the seat. \n\n\"What do you want?\" said in a slow voice, condescendingly nodding my head. My other hand not on her leash reached out to the bulge in my pants, gently rubbing my thumb on it. It acted like a stimulus for her horny self- almost as a drugged up high and I was making my dick the juice. I grabbed it with More force, cupping it with my palm and in sync she squealed and nodded more and mor. \"Mhm oh yes, yes you do! You need this, don't you?\"\n\nA dog to the bone. A bitch to the heat. As my black pants unzipped its gold chain and out came my penis. Semi hard with blood rushing to the flesh. You could see the green veins popping. Once again drools of wet leaked out from her face and pussy. She was desperate and I loved it. Yanking her closer once again- right up close. \"If you behave and become a GOOD girl, daddy will reward you-\" instantly she smiled with a quick nod. \"Thank you\"\n\nIt was a dream come true, my best friend. Someone I adored and loved one day came to me after school and slowly confided in me how her hormones hadn't stopped after her period. Everyday she was getting more and more desperate. I could barely contain myself. It made me rock hard. Every dirty thought of her became more and more real. Every day it got harder for her, each day it got easier for me. To break, fuck and love her. Week after week, it got harder for her to control her arms, then her legs and eventually even her head. We'd always fuck without condoms. It drove her wild and left her screaming. The raw, unfiltered animalistic touch left the room wet with her. She was addicted and lost without my unbridled pleasure.\n\nThrough her ball gag she made love to my dick the best she could, nodding eagerly and smiling like a pet. She slowly took her time to look up and down. Almost admiring me, while her hands heated up and gently began jerking me off. The spit from her gag barely got out, so she was often choking on a lot of it in the desperation to lube my penis. \n\n\\[Hey just wrote a lil? if anyone's got criticism let me know! always a appreciate a lil review\\]"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "Sixty-Nine One One, what is your sexual emergency?" | [
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"content": "*<*Hello, so, err... me and my boyfriend, we are... stuck together.*>*\n\n<Well, ma'am, I'm happy to hear that, but I don't know why it may be consi->\n\n<No no, you didn't get it. We are *actually* stuck. Together. Like, we can't... detach.>\n\n<...oh. Okay, sure. It can happen. Just to ensure, ma'am, and please don't get me wrong but... is your boyfriend a human?>\n\n<What? But of course... OH! My dear god, yes he's a human! What the hell?!>\n\n<I'm sorry, ma'am, I'd just like to confirm, we had some past cases of people unaware of the anatomy of dogs and->\n\n<Too. Much. Detail. Yes, he's a normal human with a normal dick and- just a moment \\*muffled voice\\* *Of course I think your dick is the best, babe, I'm just explaining our case, now please shush, will you?* \\*back\\* I'm here. So, what can I do here, dear?>\n\n<May I ask your current position, ma'am?>\n\n<I'm a systems analyst at- oh, *that* position. I'm on top with my back facing him. Reverse cowgirl, legs open. My knees are a bit sore already, by the way.>\n\n<Alright... What's your partner's length? Is it over 6 inches?>\n\n<Hah, I wish! \\*bursts in laugh, takes a breath\\* No, dear, probably something like 5.2, nothing wild. But he cooks well, though.>\n\n<I envy you, mine can barely sort out a fried egg without almost burning the house down... Ok, did he cum? Or did it stuck midway and you couldn't continue?>\n\n<Yeah, we had to stop because he stopped going in and out. It feels like it reached a tight area and the glans hooked there>\n\n<I understand... are you near the kitchen or have some ice or cold water handy?>\n\n<No we don't, and we can't quite move without risking ripping his dick off \\*scream of *NOOO* from the background, muffled voice\\* *I'm not fucking ripping it off, pull yourself together for god's sake* \\*back\\* Sorry. But no, no ice in hand. Do you have another option?>\n\n<Actually, yes... but he won't like it>\n\n<What is it? Please, my joints burn like hell!>\n\n<Well, you will need to... squeeze his balls>\n\n<What?>\n\n<Give them a good squeeze. Pretty quick, just enough to draw the blood in the nearby area, it'll become immediately flaccid.>\n\n<...is it the only way?>\n\n<I'm afraid so, ma'am, this type of problem can last for hours if you don't do it>\n\n<...shit, alright. I'll give you a call in a minute \\*muffled voice\\* *Babe, tell me you love me and hold on the headboard please>*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: After a botched genie wish, your friend has one week to become someone's eternal sex slave. You are determined to be that someone. | [
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"content": "When my friend called me on the phone, I was quick to race over to his house. He sounded really upset. \nOf course, I didn't expect to find him in...well, nothing but a glowing metal collar (well, it was more giving off a faint glowing mist). \nI tried not to pay attention to his nudity as I sat down on the couch he was curled up on. \"Hey, I'm here. What happened?\" \nHe didn't answer at first, just continuing to sniffle. \n\"Do you think you'll be okay?\" I prompted after waiting a minute. He shook his head. \n\"Did someone do something to you?\" I tried. \n\"Genie thing.\" he mumbled, along with something else I couldn't make out. \n\"A genie?\" I asked; yes, it sounded ridiculous, but *something* had upset him, so... \nHe mumbled something unintelligible again and reached out a little way to wave in the general direction of his bedroom. \n\"Oh, um...I'll get your pajamas, okay?\" he made a little noise that I *think* was affirmation, so I carefully got up and went to his bedroom. \n&nbsp; \nI found my friend's pajamas. I also found a lamp lying on his bed. Like, one of those arabian, brass-or-whatever, classical genie lamps. \nI wasn't going to rub it. I didn't need to; as soon as I touched it a shout of \"Leave me alone!\" issued from its tip. Not very loudly, but it was a shout. \n...So, my friend was naked, magically-collared and upset, and the genie that (assumedly?) did it is upset too. The plot thickens. \n\"What happened?\" I tried asking the lamp. \"I said go away!\" was the answer I got, so... \n&nbsp; \nWith pajamas in hand, I returned to my distressed friend, \"I found them. Did you need any help getting them on?\" \nThat got him to uncurl a little; with a mumbled \"no\", he reached out...and then as I watched, his hand went *through* his pajamas, like they were some kind of hologram. \n\"Did the genie curse you so you couldn't wear clothes?\" I asked. My friend shivered and nodded, curling up again. \n\"Why would he do something like that?\" I wondered. \nThis time, I got an answer, \"Wished for a sex slave.\" my friend mumbled. \n\"Oh...and he decided to turn you into one? A sex slave?\" \n\"It's not funny!\" came a shout from the bedroom; evidently, I was in earshot, \"It's not fucking funny being in a lamp and having to grant wishes and...\" it trailed off. \n&nbsp; \nSo, I was starting to get an idea of what had happened; my friend had somehow acquired a genie in a lamp. He had wished for a sex slave to do with as he pleased. The genie, offended due to being trapped in servitude himself, had twisted the wish to lay the sex-slavery curse on my friend instead. I think. \nSo, I took a deep breath, retrieved some chocolate biscuits from the kitchen, and went to the bedroom again. \n\"Did you want a biscuit?\" I asked the lamp. \n\"No. Maybe.\" came the response. I put down a couple of biscuits, then sat down on the bed next to the lamp. \n\"So, um...when you're feeling better, do you think you could turn my friend back to normal?\" \n\"I can't.\" the voice came from the lamp. \n\"Oh...does it need another wish?\" \nA bit of mist streamed out of the lamp's tip, \"Genies can't grant destructive wishes. No killing, no blowing up the world, no making people mortal.\" \nThat, I didn't quite get, \"But, how is freeing someone from slavery a destructive wish?\" \nA bit more mist, \"His exact words were 'I wish to be immortal, oh, and a sex slave.'\" \n\"I...think that was meant to be two separate wishes?\" \n\"No shit, sherlock. Slavery isn't fucking funny.\" \n\"So you can't undo the sex-slave part by itself?\" \n\"No, it's a conceptually tied thing to the immortality. Which I can't wish away.\" \nI thought a little more, \"Well...can you give him a *little* more freedom?\" \nThe lamp puffed, \"He has a week to choose an owner before he becomes public use.\" \n&nbsp; \nI went back to my friend, who almost immediately muttered, \"I heard.\" \nI managed an \"oh\", then sat down next to him. Neither of us said anything for a few minutes. \n\"So...what kind of things did you want your slave to do?\" I asked after a little while. \nHe hunched up a little more, but answered, \"Stuff...feet. Sucking cock. Bondage.\" \n\"Do you think you'd be alright with doing those things?\" I prompted. \nIf my friend was condemned to be an immortal sex slave, the least I could do would be to make sure he was well treated. Personally. \n&nbsp; \n(Sorry, it's not exactly sexy-fun-times, is it?)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Your monster girlfriend dumped for a preppy douche. Her single mom soon hears all of this and decided to let you stay the night, and soon enough you have a much thiccer, sweeter, sex starved girlfriend. | [
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"content": "\"You're awfully quiet. Is something wrong?\"\n\nAndreas chocked it up to nerves. Or maybe it was the circumstances? Yeah, that was probably it. The jitters, considering the fact he was currently screwing Karolina's mother. If the hairs on his neck could have prickled any harder; he'd swear she was behind him right now, ready to snatch all the hair off his head.\n\nBut he'd been asked a question, and despite the mood, Ms. Makoto was not having it. One hand gripped the sheets, but her toothy grin had faded somewhat.\n\n\"You're not okay right now.\" She reacted.\n\n\"Makoto. Ma'am it's really not.\"\n\nShe waved her hands lightly as he slowed down to a slight rhythm. \"*Magdalena.* You can quit using my last name. I'm not one of your professors.\"\n\nAndreas cracked and began to snicker at that reaction. \"I'm- I'm sorry.\"\n\n\"Okay??\" She said with a similar cackle, \"It's getting a little weird for me now.\"\n\n\"I'm sorry!\" He laughed, \"It's just new to me.\"\n\n\"Not all of it.\" Magdalena said as she locked him in with her legs. \"I didn't say stop.\"\n\nHe didn't need much help in that department. Kakuen are different in that regard. While it wasn't something to take lightly, they had a very different way about them when it came to sex. Namely; all the time, and as much as possible.\n\nHe honestly wondered if that was why they'd broken up. Karolina was going with one of the finance bros that ran Smith House. He came from money, and not only that; he was very popular around campus-\n\n\"Okay, time's up.\" Magdalena interrupted.\n\nBefore Andreas could readily understand what she meant, she arched her back, springboarded around his waist, and flipped him to the bed. Before he knew, it she'd reversed their positions, and had begun riding him backwards. Her tail swished around and settled nearby as she ground her hips steadily.\n\n\"You've gotta' understand, we're all like that at your age.\" She explained. \"She's grown, and she's having her fun. So let her. After all, we all have to settle down at some point.\"\n\nHe let her have her way for so long, she actually checked to see if he was okay.\n\nIt wasn't the life lesson that had him confused. It was the fact she'd flipped him like an omelette. He'd wrestled competitively in high school; so that shit was downright unusual even for him.\n\nIt didn't just scare him, it actually turned him on even more. Before she knew it, he'd really began to take the initiative. First on the bed, then standing, then to the floor.\n\n\"Don't stop, I'm almost there!\" She promised him.\n\nHe was trying to keep it together himself. A good nut was on the horizon, and he was beginning to have tunnel vision. They went back to good old missionary for the slide into home plate. And with that they finally yielded, sweat beading off them in ways he couldn't readily comprehend.\n\n\"See, I told you it's all in your head.\" Magdalena answered.\n\n\"Yeah.\"\n\n\"-Hey: you smell something burning?\" She asked next.\n\n\"Weren't you in the kitchen when I came by?\" He realized.\n\n\"Shit!!\"\n\nShe kicked him off of herself, flipped off the floor and rushed out the door. She vaulted the railing to the living room below, and disappeared.\n\n\"Mom!\" Karolina shouted, \"Why is the stove smoking?! WHY ARE YOU NAKED!?!\"\n\n\"I LEFT IT ON TOO LONG!\"\n\n\"HELP ME PUT IT OUT, WE'LL BURN THE HOUSE DOWN!\"\n\nAndreas, idiot savant he is, used the chaos to retrieve the fire extinguisher from the garage. Although, the fact he caught his towel on the coffee table and accidentally left it behind, left no imagination to his ex about what she'd missed.\n\n---\n\nOne wouldn't think vegetable stew would be as flammable as it looks, but well, after getting the pot into the backyard... Dinner was relatively quiet.\n\nKarolina didn't seem that angry, just disappointed.\nMagdalena was actually her cheerful self, quietly restocking the fridge after the fact they'd aired the smoke from the house.\n\n\"I can order delivery...\" Andreas stammered. \"They do curbside, and... I can go get it.\"\n\n\"...Maybe put pants on first?\" Magda hinted."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: He’s always had a crush on his tomboy friend but did a good job of keeping it under wraps. His calm demeanor completely dissolved when she lost a bet and she showed up to the Halloween party in a sexy (nurse, pirate, Leia, etc) costume. | [
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"content": "Audrey had been my friend since I was eight, about fifteen years. She was a bit of a tomboy and liked to do outdoor stuff like camping, swimming, hiking, and 4-wheeling.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nShe never wore skimpy clothes, but you could still tell she was downright gorgeous.\nShe was about 5'2 with long, straight blond hair which usually wore pull bring in a ponytail. She was in great shape from all the hiking and other physical stuff she did and her body really showed it. Her breasts weren't huge, but they were about a D-cup and big enough that they bothered her whenever we went running together. Her slim waist widened out at the hips to form her amazing ass. It was perfectly round and firm and attracted attention even in muddy jeans. I had known her for so long and she was one of my best friends, so it was strange when I started to think about her romantically.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nI still remember the day, four years ago, that initially sparked my interest. Audrey and I were out riding our ATVs together, as often did things like this. \n\n&nbsp;\n\nWe rode around this giant field for over an hour, racing and trying to jump our 4-wheelers over little mounds of dirt, and just messing around. Eventually, we found a dirt path leading into the tree line at the far end of the field so we decided to take it and see where it would lead. We spent about a half an hour driving down the path, crunching fallen branches under our tires and scaring the occasional squirrel away before, after about two or three miles on the trail before I paused at a spot where the train opened up to a small clearing.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nI paused there for a few minutes, waiting for Audrey to come around the corner. After about five minutes of waiting, I turned my ATV back around to see what was keeping her, hoping she was alright. Thankfully when I got there Audrey seemed fine, but she Audrey was fiddling around with her ATV.\n\n&nbsp;\n\n\"What's wrong?\" I asked, shutting off my own vehicle. \n\n&nbsp;\n\n\"The engine runs fine and it is shifting into gear, but I felt something pop and it looks like I snapped a chain,\" she replied, as she held up the busted chain.\"\n\n&nbsp;\n\nSo we shifted it into neutral and pushed it into a thick, bushy area where it would be hidden until we got back with the new part.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nThen all we had to do was get ourselves back together on my one seater 4-wheeler. Luckily, Audrey was small, and after some wiggling and moving around, we both managed to get on the seat. She ended up sitting in front of me, half in my lap, and half in the seat while I reached around her to grab the handlebars.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nAs we headed down the road Audrey began settling back into more and more, as the combination of the bumpy trail and riding double was really giving the suspension a workout. Every bump jostled Audrey causing her perfect ass rubbed up and down my crotch.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nI endured this torture all the way back to town, only stopping once, claiming I needed to pee, to readjust and untrap my rock hard cock, but for the most part I think did a good job of keeping my new found desires under wraps. \n\n&nbsp;\n\nI often wondered how much she was aware of my predicament, but we never spoke of it. In public I always kept a calm demeanor, but in private I found myself fantasizing how good it would have felt if she would have offered me some sexual relief or if I had just been bold enough to ask.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nThat is until my composure completely \ndissolved, yesterday, when she lost a bet and she showed up to the Halloween party in a sexy princess costume.\n\n&nbsp;\n\n*** Sorry. I got distracted thinking about these two's back story that I didn't get to the part I feel you really wanted. ***\n\n&nbsp;\n\n*** Stay tune for Part 2 \"The Party.\" ***"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The app was initially launched as a parody, letting girls do IRL sexual favors for in-game coins and currency. No one expected anyone to really sign up... The results were a *very* sexy surprise! | [
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"content": " \n\nMel bit her lip and tapped her phone nervously on her leg, completely unsure of what she wanted to do. Ten minutes ago she had finally beaten the final matching level on “Randmr Go”, and she had been ecstatic, the other bus riders startled by her jumping up from her seat and pumping her arms in the air in celebration. Randmr Go was her and all her friend’s favorite mobile game, and as far as she knew only Tori had gotten anywhere near as far along as she had. This was some serious bragging right.\n\nRandmr Go had been the talk of all the girls in the office for weeks now. The rumor was that it had been a joke when it launched, and the app developer was just some horny geek that was trying to prove to his friends that people would play any kind of terrible matching game, as long as there was a unique hook. He had, though, accidentally created a fantastic game. Sure it was mostly a rip off of other popular games from several different mobile genres, but every little game feature it cloned, it cloned very well, and it had found a unique gameplay hook that had made it the talk of the mobile gaming crowd. In order to get more plays, you had to track down other players of your gender or sexual preference and trade tokens. So what started as a silly bubble popping game, quickly turned into a scavenger hunt across the city for other players who would leave an Augmented Reality trail to their location. After a quick interaction, you would rate the encounter, trade tokens, and then you’d have another week’s worth of play time and you would move on to the next phase in the game.\n\nMel was nervous now because she knew she had just beaten all of the core game modes. She had popped all of the bubbles, she had matched all of the muffins, and she had saved all of the puffins. She had served the diner patrons, organized the candy, and now she had finished the hardest part: one hundred levels of matching body parts based on various skin tones. Trying to distinguish a Spanish dick from a Colombian or a Brazilian on level 100 had been hard, but after dozens of tries this last week on her bus ride home from work she had finally done it. Now she knew that the final content, the last section that promised to be even more engrossing and addicting than any of the previous others was going to be locked behind the most extreme of the scavenger interactions. Even Tori, the only other girl she knew who had gotten close, and who was even more addicted to the game than her, had sounded hesitant about moving forward.\n\nThe first set of scavenger meetups had been pretty simple. She got location clues, and she would wander around the designated area while watching her phone, following the AR paths that would pop up until she ran into a guy who was also playing the game. Then they would move their phones close together, and the game would make a chiming sound and award them both tokens for further play. The next couple of rounds slowly increased the difficulty. After the first few rounds you now needed first silver, and then gold tokens, and those required a successful interaction with the other player and a rating from them. The higher the rating, the more regular tokens, and then you could convert bunches of the regular tokens into silver or gold. The locations would also change, moving from a park or a public library to a bar or a club. Then you had to actually talk with the person the first time, and then let them another buy you a drink the second, and then eventually you had to dance together."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You realize that a one night stand with a woman who was wearing a witch costume several weeks before Halloween may not have been a good idea | [
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"content": "\"What the fuck?!\"\nThe woman is looking back at me in what has to be the skimpiest, sluttiest costume I've ever seen.\n\nI'd just tried to put on my clothes to go to John's party. Jean's, plaid t shirt and done up hair. I looked good in this outfit, but she. She in the mirror had her Jean's ripped and torn to show of every angle. Her her Jean's artfully shreaded like an arthritic freddy Krueger came after her drunk. Leaving thin peaks at what was a straight up neon thong. Her top had suffered the same affair. Well what was left of it. Tied up with the tattered remains of a bra it rested on the tip of her b cups with strips of cloth flowing down to her belly piercing. All of it coming just shy of covering a tattoo peaking from above the ruined Jeans.\n\nAs she turned with me I could see the back had suffered much the same fate, leaving her perky ass to be contained by what was essentially small threads of denim. One pocket valiantly remained, nestled within was one condom, ripped, and a used pregnancy test. I dont know which way it went but I'm guessing this girls friend has a few buns in their oven.\n\nTentatively I look down, her autumn eyes follow off the mirror to my feet. Up my ripped Jean's. Past my peaking tattoo and resting on the threads that kept my modesty intact. \n\nThat.\nFucking.\nWitch.\n\nOk sure I fucked you and left, ok fine I didnt exactly use the condom correctly but come the fuck on it's not exactly just to turn me into a fucking slut!\n\nMy breathing quickens. What if, could this, be permanent? Am I? How could she? \n\nI look up the mirror once more, to a sharpie reply. \"Just one night\" it reads. \"whatever you wear will become the sluttiest it can be\" it follows. \"Just dont get pregnant\" it closes, \"or its permanent.\n\n...\n...\n...\nBong bong bong bong bong bong bong bong bong.\n\n9 chimes.\n9 o clock. \nI'm almost late.\n\n\"Fuck!\" Frantically I remove what's left of my clothes and toss them on the floor. Nothing can make a mummy hot right?\n\nNope, just the right needless above the breasts and very little wrapping can.\n\nHmm, soldier?\nOh fuck, apparently major whore is reporting.\n\nDoctor, nope. Bunny onsie, nope. Suit, definitely not. Fuck it let's go with vampire, that's at least some what sca ry right.\n\nFuck.\n15 past I'm gonna have to stick.\nCape that covers shy of my booty.\nTits trying to burst out of this frankly embarrassingly tight shirt. \nSkirt that miraculously always covers just enough that my pussy is just threatening to peak out.\n\nAnd bite marks, all down from my neck. My back. To my pussy, and.... and...\n\nFuck I've got to go. Sprinting down the stairs I run to the 3rd floor. John's party was going to be the fucking best thing of our final year at uni and I'm not missing it. Even if I have to look like this.\n\n5th, fuck but who do I say I am?\n4th, i could pretend to be my girlfriend? Say I'm sick?\n3rd, yeah that'll work.\n\nI come down the last bit and right into John. \n\n\"Hey!.. you\" he looks at me with a smile. Fuck. He's hot.\nFuck fuck hes really been working out, look at those abs and... oh fuck whys he dressed like a greek hero. \n\nFuck me fuck my hearts pounding.\n\n\"Are you ...\" \nI've no idea what he just said, let's play it cool.\n\"I'm Steve's sister, he's really sick so cant come down\"\nFuck fuck not that cool.\nWait sister... oh fuck. That means I'm fair game.\n\"We'll, if Steve's to sick to make it I'll guess you'll do in his place.\" He motions with his hands vaguely.\n\"Stephany,\"\n\"Well Stephany, you'll just have to help me in steves place. We had a little challenge you see.\"\n\"Mhmmm\" fuck no. Not helping.\n\"Well Its embarrassing but I'm still kinda a virgin, and steve was gonna help me with that tonight.\"\nFuck fuck fuck.\n\"You know act like a wingman.\"\nFuck fuck. Just say no and it'll be fine.\n\"Sure I can help with that!\" I respond.\n\nWait fuck that's not a no, that's not what no sounds like...\n\nGod dammit, if I have to stay with stupid sexy John all night I'll never be able to go the whole night and keep my dignity intact. And with my skills with women, I'll never get him set up with anyone...\n\nI'm boned. ;)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: ANY kind of plausible setup (you choose). A good size party, and our female protagonist arrives naked (or quickly ends up that way). Maybe everyone knows her? Or no one knows her? [I've submitted a bunch of different prompts like this, maybe w/ too many specifics, so here's an open-ended one.] | [
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"content": "Laura took another drink of her Coke and studied the crowd at the charity BDSM gathering. Tonight's charity was the local children's hospital, and the crowd had turned out in full-force and had raised over $20,000. It made her feel good to be part of such a generous and caring community.\n\n\"Okay, only two bids left.\" The announcer stood on a stage dressed in a tuxedo. He opened the envelope. \"A bid of $250 for a night with Mrs. Emma Jones. Offered by none other than her loving husband Tom.\"\n\nA round of applause swept through the crowd as Emma looked in surprise at her husband. She walked onto the stage and stood in front of the microphone.\n\n\"I accept,\" she laughed.\n\nThe crowd cheered, and she rejoined her husband.\n\n\"The final bid!\" The announcer held the envelope up dramatically and tore it open.\n\nHis eyes grew wide, and his mouth fell open. After rereading it, he spoke. \"Um... This is a most unusual bid. Ms. Laura Wilson? Can you come forward please?\"\n\nLaura felt shocked. Her? She looked around to see if perhaps there was another woman with the same name. When no one came, she walked up.\n\n\"My name's Laura Wilson.\"\n\nThe announcer spoke. \"This is a very unusual bid. The bidder has offered to match all of the donations raised. In exchange, you must remain naked the remainder of the evening and then stay until the final attendee leaves at which point you must have a drink with the bidder. Also, you must be placed on display on the stage except to go to the restroom. There are few other notes, but that is the gist of it.\"\n\nLaura gasped. She had only been a member of the group for two months, and while everyone was friendly, no one person stood out as being interested in her. She was not the kind of woman guys looked at more than once usually. Short and overweight, most people called her \"cute\" and \"pretty.\" \n\n\"Who made the bid,\" she asked.\n\n\"I can't say. It was made anonymously, but I know the person and know that they will definitely honor it.\"\n\nA hush fell over the crowd. Everyone was in disbelief. Until that moment, the highest bid had been one thousand dollars. And someone was offering twenty for her?\n\n\"What else do I have to do,\" she asked.\n\n\"That's it.\"\n\nThis was crazy! It had to be a joke!\n\n\"Is this real?\"\n\nThe announcer nodded but looked as stunned as she felt.\n\nEveryone in the room was staring at her.\n\nThe problem was that Laura had never been naked in front of anyone. She was still a virgin and had only had a couple of boyfriends over the years. Her fascination with BDSM had led her to this group, but she never had had the nerve to participate.\n\nTwenty thousand dollars!\n\n\"You don't have to do it,\" the announcer said softly. \"We've raised more than we hoped.\"\n\nShe could never recall walking onto the stage. Slowly she pulled the black dress over her head and shed her bra and panties. Twice she almost fell trying to take her boots off before the announcer held her arm to provide support.\n\nThe announcer slid the red, padded St. Andrew's cross to the front and gestured her to stand with her back to it. He buckled the restraints around her wrists and ankles so she stood spread eagle before the crowd.\n\n\"I should have asked. Do you need to use the restroom?\"\n\n\"I'm good,\" she said.\n\nHer face grew bright red as everyone in the crowd studied her.\n\nThe hours crawled by. Every so often her restraints were unclipped, so she could move around, get a drink, and use the restroom. She was the only naked person in the crowd. Attendees who wanted to collect on their bids moved to some of the private play rooms.\n\nDuring past meetings, only a few people talked to her as she was more of a wall flower. Now everyone talked to her. Everyone! They were fascinated by the woman worth twenty thousand dollars.\n\nIt was after midnight when all but three guests had left. Laura was on the stage again slumped against the cross in exhaustion. The remaining people were the announcer, a woman perhaps in her sixties, and a man a few years younger than the woman.\n\nThe man left the announcer and woman and climbed onto the stage.\n\n\"Hello Laura. I'm Jason. I'm the one that bid on you.\"\n\nHe was tall, dark, and handsome. Grey streaked his temples making him look distinguished. His brown eyes held hers and twinkled with mischief.\n\n\"We've spoken a few times. You are a very interesting and beautiful young woman.\"\n\nLaura blushed. \"I'm not beautiful.\"\n\n\"Now, now. None of that. Otherwise I might have to punish you.\" He reached up and unbuckled her wrists and restraints. \"Now, you owe me a drink.\"\n\n\"Can I put my clothes on,\" Laura asked.\n\n\"Of course.\"\n\nJason helped her dress and then offered his arm. They walked to a small table where two cans of Coke waited.\n\nThe announcer and woman left Laura and Jacob so they were alone.\n\n\"Why me,\" Laura asked.\n\n\"Like I said. You're beautiful and interesting. Not often I meet someone majoring in mathematics. You are obviously very intelligent.\"\n\nShe reddened and did not know what to say.\n\nIt turned out Jacob was a successful software consultant with a fascination for BDSM. His ex-wife had not shared the interest, and their marriage had ended. Both of his children were grown and out of college. Laura was a first year PhD grad student in Mathematics. She loved books like \\*Story of O\\* and the \\*Gor\\* series.\n\nIt was almost two in the morning when they finally finished their Cokes.\n\nJacob walked her to her car. He handed her a business card. \"I really enjoyed this evening. I would love to see you again; perhaps over dinner.\"\n\nLaura smiled. \"I'd love that.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Having broken up with her boyfriend, she gave her friends the box of snacks and games she was going to give him as a gift. She forgot to take out the booklet of sex coupons... | [
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"content": "She blushed bright red as she returned back to the living room and heard the rustling of cardstock and muffled giggles. She didnt have to think about it; immediately, she knew exactly what had happened. Damn it. She just had to give it away rather than enjoy it herself. \n\nMost of the coupons were pretty tame. Backrubs, sexy dances, nudes, etc... your basic couples activities. But it was the last one, the one she thought she could still save from someone reading, that motivated her to scream.\n\n\"Oh my gosh! You guys cant read those!\" She ran and stepped right into the middle of the circle, snatching all the cards she could out of jacob and pauls hands, her calf knocking george's cards to the floor. She quickly bent forward to pick them up, almost hitting Kira as she did.\n\nThe guys reacted with their trademark maturity. None at all. Comments like \"john was a lucky man... you can send me a nude any time you want... i have plenty of singles if you want to dance for us.\" An awkward hand playfully reaching up to smack her ass as tears welled up in her eyes.\n\nKira jumped to her feet and yelled. \"Out! All of you. How dare you act like that! Especially when you know what that jackass did to her!\" Kira rested a hand on her shoulder as she shooed the boys out to their cars. \"Im sorry they treated you like that.\"\n\nKira ushered her to the couch, resting a hand on her shoulder, the two now alone as the door closed. \"Dont worry. Im here for you. Even if those guys are asses...\"\n\nShe looked up at kira, through the tears in her eyes. \"Did you get any coupons?\"\n\nKira smiled an evil smile. \"I did.\" Kira reached down into her pocket and fished for the card. As she pulled it out, she whispered. \"And i am interested, but we will have to go to my place so we can get my strapon.\"\n\nJess's eyes got big as she saw what card kira had gotten. In all caps, in black sharpie.\n\n\"Fuck me in the ass.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You live for mistress, and she loves you. When she commands you to give her a baby, you couldn't be happier. | [
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"content": "\"Olivia, come here.\"\n\nOlivia inserted her bookmark and placed the book on the side table next to the sofa. Mistress required her to read each evening for an hour, and Olivia had decided to read *The Boxcar Children*, one of her favorite book series growing up.\n\nMistress was in her office catching up on work left over from the day. She was Executive Vice President at her company and brought home not only work but stress. As a sub, was Olivia's job to help her Mistress.\n\nOlivia knelt on the small cushion next to the desk and parted her knees with hands resting on thighs. Unlike the movies and books, Olivia did not go about naked. Tonight she wore black leggings and a grey sweatshirt.\n\n\"Yes Mistress?\"\n\n\"How long have you been my sub?\"\n\nThe question caught Olivia by surprise. \"Uh, two years.\"\n\nThrough seemingly random chance the two of them had met at BDSM social and found that they enjoyed each other's company despite the almost thirty year age gap. Olivia had \"sold\" herself to Mistress; in exchange for being a full-time, live-in sub, Mistress paid her student loans in full. In addition, Mistress deposited an allowance in her checking account even though all of Olivia's living expenses were paid for. If she left right now with what was in her savings account, it would be a couple of years before she would have to find a job.\n\n\"Do you know that I love you?\"\n\nOlivia beamed. \"I know.\"\n\n\"Are you happy? With this arrangement?\"\n\n\"Completely. I hope it never ends.\" That was the truth. Olivia loved Mistress with all her heart.\n\n\"I have spent my life focused on my career. Do you know what I regret the most?\"\n\n\"No.\"\n\n\"I regret not having children. At first I never thought I wanted them. Now that I can't, I regret it.\"\n\n\"You could always adopt.\"\n\nMistress smiled. \"That is true.\"\n\nA silence stretched between them, and Olivia sat waiting.\n\nFinally Mistress leaned forward and touched Olivia's cheek tenderly. \"Or... I could command you to give me one.\"\n\nOlivia gasped. \"You want me to have a baby for you?\"\n\nMistress grinned. \"I do.\"\n\nOlivia squealed and leapt into Mistress's arms. \"I will! I will have your baby! I love you so much!\"\n\nMistress pried free and laughed. \"There is one more thing.\" She motioned with her hand.\n\nOlivia resumed her kneeling position and giggled. \"Sorry.\"\n\n\"I'll have to spank you later.\"\n\nThe tone told her that the spanking Mistress intended would be less about punishment and more about pleasure.\n\n\"Were you serious about what you said earlier? About being happy? About wanting this to never end?\"\n\n\"Yes Mistress. I love you with all my heart.\"\n\nMistress opened a drawer and produced a small velvet covered box.\n\nOlivia felt her eyes widen and her breath catch. Her heart pounded wildly. Was that what she thought it was?\n\nMistress slid from her chair and knelt in front of Olivia. Opening the box revealed a small gold ring with a small emerald.\n\nOlivia felt lightheaded and gripped the side of the desk. *Oh god! I'm going to faint!*\n\n\"Olivia, I have loved every moment we have spent together. I love you - not just as my sub but as the wonderful, intelligent, beautiful woman you are. I too want this to never end.\"\n\n*Oh god! Please don't let me pass out!* Olivia swayed. She had fantasized about this.\n\nMistress offered the ring. \"Olivia? Will you marry me?\"\n\nIt was hard to breath. She shivered despite sweat dripping down her back.\n\n\"Will I... Will you... I mean... Will I still be your sub?\"\n\n\"I give you the choice Olivia.\"\n\n*This is really happening! Oh shit!*\n\nOlivia smiled. \"Yes. Yes I will marry you. Yes I want to be your wife and your sub. Yes, I want to have a baby with you.\"\n\nMistress slid the ring onto Olivia's finger. \"I love you so much. I'm so lucky to have you.\"\n\n\"I'm the lucky one Mistress. I love you with all my heart.\"\n\nThat evening, while tied spread-eagle to the bed, Olivia did faint multiple times. Mistress's lust was like a raging storm that was insatiable, and she made Olivia orgasm over and over with her fingers, her lips, and various toys.\n\nIt was late in the night or perhaps early in the morning when Mistress untied Olivia and stretched out next to her. The pair spooned with Olivia as the little spoon. She took Mistress's hand and placed it on her stomach where one day their child would be.\n\nMistress sighed and asked \"Do you want a big wedding, or a small wedding?\"\n\n\"Something small. We could always just elope.\"\n\n\"I am not going to elope,\" Mistress laughed.\n\n\"I have an idea,\" Olivia murmured tiredly. \"We could wait and have the ceremony after I start showing.\"\n\nMistress draped a leg over Olivia protectively. \"Now that would be very entertaining to see. What will your parents think!\"\n\nNo answer came as the pair drifted to sleep."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: In a world where the stronger the love, the more it triggers a pheromone that induces female breast, thigh and ass growth, and male penile and muscle growth, a flat chested girl and a shy, meek nerd are about to realize they're absolute soul mates. | [
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"content": "**Growth Spurt**\n-----------------------------\n\nWords on spines passed Kyle in a blur as he hurriedly shuffled through the library searching for the computer programming text for his class. It was an annual tradition for Kyle to use the textbooks in the college library, scanning every page into a digital PDF and saving him from the scam that was the college textbook industry.\n\n*Why don't more people do this?* Kyle thought as he eyed the shelves, rushing through them until he was met with the sight of a muscled freshman railing a voluptuous brunette passionately against the library shelves. \n\nThe blonde, chiseled chunk of muscle groped the soft curves of the soft figure grasping onto him while she tried not to moan as his lips sucked on her neck with passionate kisses, completely oblivious to the scrawny computer nerd they were obstructing.\n\n*Oh, that's why,* Kyle thought as he tried to figure out a path around the loving couple. It seemed like nearly everyone had found their true love before he did, gaining the physiological benefits of pheromone compatibility. With the many muscular hunks and sensual women out there, Kyle felt mildly disappointed by how he was clearly in the minority who was still single.\n\nWhile Kyle shimmied his skinny body past the muscular dude, too busy sliding in and out of his girl, he couldn't help but feel a tinge of annoyance at the scene. It seemed even the library was not a safe place to avoid the couples that reminded him of his bachelor status, leaving him both aroused and saddened by the reminder of how single he was.\n\n*Whatever,* Kyle thought as he continued on his quest for his textbooks. With a quick rush to the next row of texts, Kyle's eyes scanned the many spines of books barely looking at where he was going as he walked right into a mousy, bespectacled girl, knocking her books out of her hand.\n\n\"Oh man, oh man, I'm so, so sorry,\" Kyle said as he gathered the books in a pile and felt for his glasses. Their hands fumbled for their glasses, hearts skipping beats as they brushed each others' fingers, faces burning from the sudden physical contact after years of deprivation.\n\n\"No, I-I'm sorry, it was my fault. I-I didn't look where I was, uh, going,\" she stammered as she gingerly pulled her hand away and felt for her glasses. Her fingers grasped a set of metal frames and put them on as Kyle wore the spectacles he had picked up.\n\n\"Oops, I, er, I think I got the wrong pair,\" Kyle said as he took off her glasses and gently removed his pair from the blurry face in front of him. Something felt different in Kyle as his heart hammered, feeling the warmth of her skin sending tingles through him. \n\nWith shaky hands, he awkwardly handed the pair of glasses to the girl and put on his glasses beholding the cute, pale, black-haired bookworm in front of him. Kyle felt hot as he caught himself staring, still unsure of what to do. \n\nBlood rushed through his body, making him tighten up, his muscles feeling tighter than they normally did, as he noticed the girl nervously crossing her legs. Kyle noticed the pile of textbooks and said, \"O-oh, um, you happen to have the, uh, textbook that I need. You, um. You mind if I go use it after you? I, um, need to make some scans for my cla-\"\n\n\"O-oh, yeah. I-I'm actually doing the same? It's for my database management two class. I could send you the PDF scans if you want?\" The girl hastily got up, her breasts more noticeable than before, perky nipples poking at the bra that seemed a little tight. \n\n\"Yeah, that'd, uh, that'd be great. So, um, you new here? I don't think I've seen you here before,\" Kyle stammered the words, frozen as he asked himself mentally what he was doing, worrying about whether he was being creepy.\n\n\"O-oh, yeah, I just transferred.\" The two stood in silence for a bit, nervously unsure of what to do as they both hid their excitement at each other.\n\n*Shit, why do I have a boner right now? This is so fucking awkwar-…wait. Is this…* Kyle thought as he looked at the girl shifting awkwardly in front of him, her thighs becoming noticeably more curved as she tightened her legs around her crotch.\n\nThe two looked at each other, they felt like animals in heat. Both eyed each other before Kyle finally mustered the courage to stammer, \"Right. You want to, uh, go get coffee after the scanning? I'll pay since you're, uh, scanning?\"\n\n\"Oh, uh, well, I mean, I don't even know your name ye-\"\n\n\"Right, um, I'm Kyle. What's your name?\" Kyle stumbled out the words before worrying about how rude it was to interrupt her.\n\n\"N-Nia. Well, I, um, I have coffee at my dorm…but, I can make you some and you can show me around campus later?\"\n\nWith a quick nod, Kyle quickly followed Nia to the scanning room where he felt immensely drawn to touching her as she leaned on the scanner, her hips near his hands. Kyle held back, nervous about being a creep and it felt like forever before the two left for the dorms.\n\nThe instant the dorm door slammed close, the two could no longer stand the tension. Nia shoved Kyle against the wall, surprising him with a strength he didn't expect from such a small girl and she whispered, \"I'm sorry if this is sudden but I really want to do this and I can tell by the way you've been around me that you want this too.\"\n\nIn an instant, her hands cupped his face as her lips pushed onto his, sucking on his lips as her lips got just a tiny bit more hot from the blood rush. Kyle felt like his body went on autopilot as his hands knew instantly where to grasp her waist, groping her thighs as his muscles stiffened, blood flowing much more fiercely through him than he'd ever experienced. \n\nNia held onto Kyle kissing him passionately as she guided him to her desk, their lips still locked in a passionate embrace. She could feel her thighs get warm, pulsing with blood and being thicker than ever before. Things just felt *right* as she felt the muscled frame grasping her ass, her previously flat breasts going from a flat A-cup to a borderline C-cup with sensitive nipples that left her feeling weak whenever they brushed against his hard chest. \n\nNia felt Kyle lift her, putting her on the desk as he pulled her blouse over her head and removed her bra with a bit of stumbling. His hands made her tense up as his fingers rubbed those hardened nipples while his mouth made her breathe faster and faster, kissing her neck with such passion that she could only wrap her limbs around him in unrestrained ecstasy.\n\n\"A-ah, I-I wan-ah want you inside me,\" Nia breathily moaned, barely uttering out the words as Kyle's hands removed her jeans brutishly, emulating all the porn scenes he had ever seen in his life. \n\nNia could only lean back and moan as her pants and panties came off, Kyle's tongue lapping at the wetness that had been building up for hours. The hand groping her breasts and the tongue tickling her button only made her heart swell as her legs wrapped around his face, an orgasm rippling through her as his tongue slid in and out of her. \n\nThe pleasure only continued as Kyle savored the taste of Nia's slippery slit, his mouth working his way to bring her to orgasm yet again, some of the wetness and saliva dripping from his chin into the desk. Kyle lifted Nia and with a strength he had never seen before, tossed her on the bed gently, his new buffness domineering over her now-curvy frame.\n\nWith her soft hands, Nia undid Kyle's belt, brushing his hardness, and removed his pants, the hardness springing free as her hands stroked the cock ebbing with pre-cum. \n\nKyle crawled up moving his shaft to Nia's mouth, his length being a good inch longer than he normally was and throbbing harder than it ever had in his life, as Nia ravenously took him in and sucked, her lips slightly thicker than before, until within moments, he moaned helplessly, spurting pump after pump of hot cum down her throat.\n\nKyle kept playing with Nia, fingering her as he made out waiting out the refractory period and before long, his manhood was ready for another round. With passionate pumps, his hip rocked her body as his fingers brushed her clit until orgasmic contractions gripped his cock from the inside.\n\nIt wasn't long before Kyle pulled out, covering her breasts and neck with cum while she moaned in ecstasy. Hours passed and as Kyle held the soft, voluptuous beauty in his arms close to his decently-muscled form, he knew this was *meant to be*.\n\n**The End**"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You didn't mind having a pornstar for a roommate. You just requested that they keep their work out of the shared space. Well, unfortunately, with everyone working from home, your roommate has to bring work home with them as well. | [
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"content": "*Slap, slap, slap* the wet sounds echoed in the dark bedroom, muffled by the wall, coming from the bedroom next door as Cora groaned, covering her face with a pillow. This had been the routine for the past two weeks, every night, her roommate Tom would bring some bimbo pornstar home with him, and they would “shoot” for a few hours, taking very few breaks. \n\nThe bed squeaked, coils pushing up and down inside the mattress, as she could hear Tom’s muscular hips pounding into this particular woman’s ass, the soft clapping seemed loud, irritating to Cora, like nails on a chalkboard. *Oh God, oh God, OH GOD YES!* she heard the aspiring actress ham up her moans for the camera. \n\nShe rolled around in the bed, her dark brown hair ratted up, she felt her temperature rise from frustration, from a lack of sleep, is what she told herself. She sat up and passionately threw her covers off herself, staring out the window. Tom’s grunts grew louder and raspier, she had been hearing him fuck for weeks now, she could tell he was close to finishing. She slipped on her pink shorts, and left her bra off, only a white top covering her muscular torso, allowing her breasts to hang freely as she left her room, walking into the kitchen to get a glass of water.\n\nAs she eyed the bourbon on the counter, contemplating using nature’s oldest sleeping pill to help her get some well-deserved rest, she heard Tom’s door open, and out stepped the sweat covered man. He was shirtless, his tanned body chiseled, he had to look his best for the camera. His head was shaven near bald, a habit he kept from his army days, and his bulge still seemed to be swollen in his loose boxers, despite *hours* of “filming”.\n\n“Hey! What are you still doing up?” Tom asked, out of breath, a cheerful grin on his face. *He seems happy, guess she got the job done,* Cora thought bitterly in her mind. “Having some trouble sleeping,” she grumbled, deciding to grab the bourbon and pour it right into her mug, neat. “Was I being too loud again?” He asked sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head. “Little bit,” Cora muttered, narrowing her gaze a bit. \n\n“Sorry, it’s been rough with the quarantine. I’m trying to milk my OnlyFans as much as I can, but you know how it is,” he vented, exhaling. Cora couldn’t help but eye him up and down, drinking him in as he talked. “Looks like she did a number on you, who is this one?” Cora asked, taking a knock back from her drink. “Oh yeah, Bambi,” he looked back to the room. “Bambi?” Cora scoffed, a mean laugh escaping her mouth before she pulled it back, trying to be polite. “Yeah, I don’t think that’s her real name though.” Tom added, seeming to be completely serious. Cora sighed, Tom somehow still managed to surprise her with his logic everyday.\n\n“Look, I have an early shift tomorrow, are you done filming for the night? My liver is going to start complaining if I have to keep up with the new sleeping arrangement.” Cora asked dryly. Tom sighed, “I’m sorry, I feel really bad. You shouldn’t drink so much, it’s not good for your gains you’ve been working so hard on,” He lectured sincerely. Cora eyed the weight set in the living room, “Well I guess you’ll have to come up with a new workout plan for me then, that is your job after all, other than,” Cora eyed the open bedroom door, slightly curious to get a look at Bambi. “She’s probably out for the night, she fell right asleep!” Tom chuckled. “They seem to do that a lot, is that a specialty of yours or something?” Cora teased. “I guess so! They can’t keep up with my stamina.” He boasted, letting out a hardy laugh. It was infectious, Cora found herself joining in his laugh for a minute. \n\n“Look, I’ll make it up to you. You’ll have a nice dinner when you come home from work tomorrow, lean chicken piccata with lentil pasta and mashed cauliflower on the side.” He offered gleefully. Cora frowned, “So we’re still doing the keto thing then?” She sighed, “Yes! Absolutely! It’s the best diet for your fitness goals! Trust me, I know your body,” Tom winked. Cora’s heart fluttered for a minute, hearing that sentence come from a semi-famous porn star, it put ideas and thoughts in her head that made her skin even hotter than it already was.\n\n“Well, I have to get to bed,” she finished the conversation. “And please air out the place, it reeks of sex in here,” Cora complained, mostly about the stale odor of Bambi’s intimates, she had grown to tolerate Tom’s body sweat from his strenuous workouts, finding herself having a soft smile when she came home, the apartment smelling like him. She closed her bedroom door and fell on to her bed, closing her eyes, finally able to drift off to sleep in the quiet of her apartment."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A company famous for their cute and quirky maid robots delves into a different market altogether with unspeakably lewd results | [
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"content": "Another beautiful sunny day and another pleasant morning at Robbicut HQ. The autumn leaves swirled around the imposing glass doors and as they opened for my badge a few of them flew into the lobby where they disappeared into the hexagon shaped vacuums that roamed the lower floor. \n\nPepper was standing at attention by the coat rack as usual a cheery smile on her face. I was glad to see her. After all I'd been on her design commitee and overseen her deployment into the Japanese market. She was simply adorable and on a whim I wandered over and stood in front of her waiting for her to recognize me and do her thing.\n\nShe was short about half my height and made of hard rubber and solid plastic with metal inserts. Not strong or quick like our unpopular metal models were but very affordable and durable. The perfect little maid robot. I'd based her design off the famous Miele vacuum cleaner and she had been a tremendous success with the focus groups that had been brought in that quarter by the CEO.\n\nThe soft type end effectors with the heat resistant polymer and nanoheating had been an ingenious contribution from Michael. It meant that when Pepper took your hand it felt like a real person was touching you. It was the perfect counterpoint feature to compete with the alternative model in the same price range.\n\nThere was a chime indicating that the robot had finally recognized me and a remarkably human sounding voice like that of a young woman addressed me. It was terrible for the battery to have the onboard AI run constantly and we didn't have the same fuel technology as that other company.\n\n\"Do you want me take your hat, your coat or... your virginity?\" \n\nI'd been lost in thought but I felt a warm sensation and looked down to find Pepper looking up at me earnestly one yellow rubber hand on my dick. \n\n...\n\nI inhaled sharply. What the fuck? \n\nSuddenly that little face of hers broke into a grin and she flounced back to her chargepad with my hat. Why hadn't I noticed her taking it? \n\n\"Just kidding!\" \n\nShe laughed and started spinning my hat around on her finger but since it was inflatable it bent and my hat fell to the floor.\n\n\"Oops! Wanna bend over for me? I've got wacky fingers don'tcha know?\"\n\nShe giggled and I looked at her incredulously. This was very different from the way she usually treated me. More often than not she wouldn't say anything at all. But she was so animated now like she had real body language and... inuendo? \n\nI could get behind this! Michael you genius!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The lewd witch finally triumphs over the three heroines...by using her magic to afflict them all with her favorite fetish. | [
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"content": " The clacking of sabatons against the paved cave floor. Three figures standing in the light of the cavern's entrance, three imposing shadows cast far down into the reaches of the earth.\n\nWait. Make that four. The fourth was not imposing at all.\n\n\"Leif! Hurry it up, human scum!\" One of the warrior elves barked. Her pointy ears turning pink with annoyance. The other elven party members looked at the human with similar disdain.\n\nLeif was their packmule. Carrying all their tonics, whetstones, tomes, back up weapons and loot. Anything they couldn't be bothered to carry, they tossed into his sack.\n\n\"Yes, Lady Elitandra.\" He bowed, scurrying over with the weight of a wagon on his back. He was strong, for a human. But that was the extent of his usefulness to the tall, blonde elves.\n\nHe trailed behind them as the group ventured further into the cave. Heavy were his steps, noisy was the clanking chorus of possessions in his knapsack, the thing nearly brimming with gear. Being the last in line, he had a nice view of his elven employers. They were cruel and bitter to him, but he had to admit they had some nice asses. Their revealing armor did little to hide their attractive figures.\n\nLeif was careful. If was caught staring he would probably punished, or at least screamed at. He timed his sight well, whenever an elf would check on him, he turned away, resulting in only the elves scowling.\n\n\"Definitely signs of a witch in this cave.\" On of the elves spoke. The warrior, with the windswept shoulder length hair. \n\n\"Rune carvings to ward away lesser creatures, paved floors...\" Another chimed in, the mage. A pony tail flowing behind her.\n\n\"Lacking in the physical trap department.\" The third and final elf, a rouge-looking type with her hair in a braid.\n\nLeif too was analyzing the cave as the walked along. He wasn't too magically inclined, he had no idea what the runes meant or what their purpose was, only having his mistresses' hypothesis to go off of.\n\nHe dared to stray from the path behind them, banking to the side to investigate one of the runes. He noticed that a few small pebbles were vibrating slightly, even levitating in mid air. He rested his hand upon the rune as he returned to a standing position.\n\nThe rune began to glow. Leif stared at the unnatural light it radiated until a beam shot out. It ran through the air like a lightning bolt until it reached the runes upon the opposite wall. The boom from the shooting bolt caught the attention of the elves.\n\n\"Leif! What the fu-aaagh!\"\n\nSuddenly all three elves were suspended in midair. Leif ran over, but found himself unable to assist. They were in some kind of force field. Touching it nearly seared his hand like a cooking pot.\n\n\"I-ill get you out of their, my ladies!\" He yelled. He pulled a pickaxe from his sack and struck one of the runes with it. No dice, a forcefield around the nodes as well.\n\n\"Ufufufu...\" subtle laughter from further inside the cave. It got closer and closer, claps accompanying it.\n\n\"Good work. Leif, was it? Luring these harlots right into my trap.\" They were too far into the cave to see her face amongst the darkness, until she cast fire magic to ignite two braizers beside her.\n\nShe was gorgeous. Bewitching, really. Dark mocha skin, delectable curves, a bouncing bust nearly bare were it not for the tattered white robes of her outfit, while torn, still managed to appear elegant. She sported a large brimmed hat upon her black hair that flowed over her right shoulder. Pointed ears dug through her locks and announced themselves.\n\n\"Leif, you traitorous dog! How dare you defy your masters! I'll gut you, filthy human!\" The warrior elf screamed with hatred melting her beauty.\n\nLeif sat there, axe in hand, shaking his head. \"No! I... I didn't mean to! It was an accident!\"\n\n\"Stinking human trash! I'll roast you for this!\" The mage elf roared.\n\nThe witch frowned, sauntering over to Leif. She cast away the axe in his hand with levitation magic before embracing the young man. Her arms wrapped around him, her breasts pressed against his face.\n\n\"My my, such contempt these elves harbor for their cute, innocent pet. High elves... so... arrogant.\" The witch ran her dark fingers through Leif's bangs, revealing misty golden eyes. \"Such pain you've suffered in your eighteen years of life, human. But I can make it so your pain is only a memory. I can fill your present and future with pleasure.\" She smirked, rubbing Leif's thigh and pulling on her robe to reveal her shy, sunken nipples.\n\nLeif's sight switched between the elves and the witch. Anger, hatred and contempt on the face of his owners. A warm smile and alluring temptation from the witch close to him.\n\nA past full of pain and slavery. A future promising hope, love and belonging.\n\nLeif tossed the knapsack aside. The witch smiled, offering her hand to help him up. \"My name is Leif Arcturus... may I know yours, Lady caster?\"\n\n\"Oh my... a gentleman.\" She giggled. \"I am Astera.\" She planted a kiss upon his forehead, as she stood slightly taller than him.\n\n\"Ugh, gag me.\" The rouge commented.\n\nThe witch turned to the elves, seemingly having forgot their existence for a moment.\n\n\"Pardon me for adoring my pet, as a righteous owner should.\" The witch snapped her finger, sparks flung from the tension and impact. Suddenly, from Leif's knapsack, several canteens tunneled through the lump of junk and onto the cavern floor. Their caps shot off, and the liquid within them all gathered into one puddle.\n\n\"What is that?\" Leif inquired.\n\n\"You'll see.\" A smirk from her face, while she was rubbing the growing tent in his cheap burlap pants. Leif, for the first time in years, had a smile upon his face.\n\nThe blob rolled along the cavern floor, then jumped up the forcefield. It managed to squeeze itself through the minuscule cracks, and end up floating within. The elves, struggling to escape, equipped frightened faces as the blob floated closer. It latched itself onto the warrior first, the simple blob of water almost hugging her stomach. Tendrils slither out from the main spherical body of the blob. \n\nPerhaps a monument to the witch’s proficiency with magic, the blob was easily able to declothe the warrior elf, tossing aside her chainmail bikini and leaving her bare for all else to see. Leif wasn’t interested. Years of torture combined with a bright new hope had turned him off to the fair skinned elven woman. Besides, his attention was busy focused upon Astera and her hand, gingerly and lovingly roaming along the length of his cock.\n\nThe blob’s tentacle shot up into the elf’s pussy, kicking a loud moan out of her as she arched her head back in painful bliss. The other tendrils grabbed upon her breasts, invaded her ass and filled her gaping mouth, while the other elves looked on in a mix of horror and anticipation.\n\nLeif’s was apprehensive, despite the hospitality of his new mistress. He was constantly punished for the simplest of stares during his servitude. Being allowed to freely grope this woman’s breast as she slowly and languidly slided her gentle palm across his glands was a dream come true. Almost too good to be true. He slowly caught a handful of her heavy chest. He repressed desires, needs and wants he would be punished for years prior, were actions Astera graciously and gladly allowed.\n\n*To be continued...?*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: WANTED: Students to perform acts of masturbation for Health and Sexuality Studies lectures. Must be comfortable with multiple people observing and recording. Course credits available for participants. Contact H&SS Professor for further information. | [
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"content": "Emily wanted to be wild.\n\nHer roommate, Jane, always said, 'if you want the boys to notice you, you have to put yourself out there.'\n\nWell, there was no better way to put yourself out there than masturbating in front of a half dozen strangers.\n\nA Friday evening class, that's when the lecture was. All day, butterflies filled her stomach, dancing that anxious waltz. She could hardly believe she had signed up for it, but now it was really happening.\n\nEmily planned to get there 10 minutes early. She had to prepare, get comfortable, really feel out the room, if she was ever going to perform for the audience. It took all her willpower not to sit at home and flake. She had to be true to her word. Perhaps then someone would see her. Maybe even talk to her.\nShe needed more than just classmate friends, or her roommate friends. She wanted, needed this to work.\n\nAt twenty till, she made the five walk to the lecture. She had packed a few essentials to make sure it all went off with a hitch: her best toy, some new lube, a towel in case it gets messy.\nUnderneath her pink skirt and red cordoroy turtle neck, she wore a cute set of bra and panties. They were her most comfortable, and by default her favorite. They were black and frilly and lacy, and in the right light, left little to the imagination.\n\nA few deep breaths calmed her nerves. She had to be sure not to get too excited prematurely.\n\nWhat would the audience think? That this little harlot couldn't keep it together before her little demonstration that she soaked her panties on the way to the lecture? God, she was a little slut.\n\nShe was going to strip bare and play with herself in front of several dozen people. The thought made her squirm with nervous delight.\n\nShe made it to the lecture hall. The previous class was still in, giving her a few more teasing moments.\n\nShe checked and rechecked her items, but she didn't forget anything. She had been so afraid of messing this up or looking like a fool that she packed everything well in advanced. Looking like a fool, when you're about to fuck yourself silly in front of people you don't know. That'll be the least of your worries if you make out of this alive.\n\nA few of the students for the next class started gathering outside the door. A bunch of juniors taking the class as an easy elective, a few seniors filling out their schedules, and... oh god, Jane?! She took this class too? They had been roommates the whole year, but they had never been that close. Though, if she was honest, Emily did fantasize about her roommate. Jane ripping off her panties. Jane burying her face deep in Emily's precious places. Jane and Emily locking lips and absolutely sucking the breath from each other. A warmth started seeping from between her legs, and Emily had to shake the thoughts away.\n\nJane hadn't spotted Emily yet. Emily was hidden behind a few other students.\n\nThe lecture hall door swung open, students pouring out and the new class shuffling in.\n\nEmily quickly slipped inside, making her way to the professor's desk. The professor, Dr. Lana, said there was a private room where participants could prepare. Emily made her way inside, heart pounding, knees quaking.\n\nDeep breaths, deep breaths. We can get through this.\n\nDr. Lana had told her that there would be a brief introduction before Emily would take the stage, giving her some time to get ready. But all that went through her mind was the panic of stripping down in front of her unbelieveable roommate.\n\nWould this make things awkward for them? Would their interactions be plagued by the fact Jane had seen her not only naked, but with a dildo buried to the hilt in her?\n\nAnxiety and panic rose in her chest, making her breaths shallow and tightening her chest.\n\nDr. Lana popped her head into the room. In a soft monotone, she said, \"ready when you are dear.\"\n\nThis was it. She wouldn't back down, she had to do this.\n\nMustering all the confidence she could, she strode valiantly out of the small room.\n\nIn the lecture hall, there were so many more people than Emily had anticipated. She was instantly struck by stage fright.\n\nDr. Lana motioned to an open chair, then took her spot at the podium.\n\nTaking tentative shaking steps towards the chair, Emily's resolve slowly grew. She had made it this far, she could see it through.\n\nAs Emily set down her bag full of goodies, Dr. Lana continued with the intro, giving Emily time to get into position and really feel the room.\n\nEmily's eyes scanned the room as she pulled out her foot long purple dildo and bottle of lubricant. Her eyes caught Jane sitting in the 3rd row. There was a teasing smirk plastered on her face.\n\nShe had set me up this whole time. She knew I would take this class lecture, the one she was in. All just so she could watch me fuck myself over and over.\n\nAnd suddenly, all the anxiety and butterflies melted away into an adamant need to carry through. She had to show Jane, she had to show how much she appreciated being pushed outside her comfort zone.\n\nDr. Lana finished her brief and handed the floor over to Emily.\n\nA giddy grin spread across her face. She could do this.\n\nIn one smooth motion, her turtle neck was up and over her head. The skirt came next and she was left in her lacy black bra and panties. A few of the guys in the front row had to shift a bit.\n\nEmily had never been a well endowed girl, but her boobs were perkier and softer than almost anyone on campus, and no one could come close. Her nice round ass, now barely contained in the frilly thong, shook in tortuous anticipation. And finally, between her shaking legs, the buildup of nearly a week and the entire five minute walk leading to this moment was now making its way down her legs, absolutely saturating her favorite pair of panties in the process. And that was just the beginning.\n\nIn another quick move, her bra was discarded. This time, more guys and a few girls and to shift around as her beautiful pillows of pleasure made their grand entrance. The bounced and shivered at even her slightest movements. Her dark nipples were already harder than glass and still growing in strength.\n\nEmily stood, sending a sensual jolt through her bountiful breasts. Gripping either side of her ineffectual underwear, she stripped them without a second thought.\n\nFinally, she stood bare before the dozens of people watching on.\n\nThis is her time, all eyes on her. Especially Jane's.\n\nReaching into her bag, she retrieved the dildo carefully concealed within. Seated on the single isolated chair, she slid the head into her mouth and gyrated it back and forth. With her other hand she started massaging the absolute mess now leaking from between her legs. Soft squelching and moans emit from her and soon after she drug the foot long industrial instrument from her slavering mouth to another more eager spot.\n\nOnce locating that precious place, she plunged the long shaft deep within, releasing a moan trapped in her throat. Her free hand busied itself with her sensitive nipple.\n\nOver and over, she penetrated that deep wanting between her, within her, all across her skin and in her breath. She worked away and away, turning that want into need, need for more, need for release, need to be seen.\nIt builds and builds.\nMoans whispered from her lips.\nBuilding and building.\nHer breath became rapid and strained.\nBuilding more and more.\nThat electric feeling sparked within her, radiating out, slowly encompassing her stomach, her thighs and legs, her chest and breasts, her arms down to her hands, and finally reaching her frantic mind. And then the levy broke. The great, building storm within her crashed through, leaving through the only way it knew how. Her love juice sprayed several feet, the anxiety, doubt and maligned thought leaving her noodle-like body, just narrowly avoiding those in the front row.\n\nHer exhausted body was left spasming and twitching, her breaths slowly returned to normal.\n\nShe thought they were clapping, but she couldn't care. She had just cum and squirted in front of her roommate, whom she had more than a crush on for at least half the year. And now Jane sat in the third row, hand inconspicuously plunged deep in her own pants, overjoyed by the bravery her roommate had shown. What a beautiful woman."
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"content": "I decided to keep the gift giving simple this year. For my girlfriends, I got them all a three-month subscription to a beauty box. For my guy friends, I got them either Xbox Game Pass or iTunes gift cards. Except for Colin.\n\nI'd been crushing on Colin since the start of the year when I first saw him moving into the dorms. We'd been flirting for a few months now, but he never seemed to make a move. When I saw the book of sex coupons as I was online shopping, I figured it was the perfect way to show my interest in him. If he wasn't into me, we could just treat it like a joke, but if he **was** interested the cards promised a fun time. They all had cute little names like \"Wham Bam\" for a quickie, or \"Happy Ending\" for a naked massage. I quickly added the link to the coupons to my online gift management software.\n\nMaybe I wasn't paying enough attention to where I clicked.\n\n***\n\nI was just finishing up my lab report for Chem 243 when Nick knocked on my door. \"Hey Chloe, how's it going?\"\n\n\"Hey Nick, not too bad. I’m almost done with this report, and then I am totally free from Chemistry! Are you getting excited for holiday break?\"\n\nHe wandered into my room and sat down next to me on my bed. \"Hell yeah! I've got one essay and two finals left and then I'm done! Speaking of holidays, thanks for the present. It's seriously the best thing I've received so far this year.\"\n\nI re-wrote the last sentence of my lab report and then heaved a sigh of relief as I tossed my textbook off the bed and rolled over to sit closer to Nick. \"Yeah, no problem. I figured that you guys would enjoy it a lot and it was super easy for me. And thanks for the mug you got me... You know how much I like my coffee.\" I nodded over to my desk where I had already drunk two cups of coffee today out of the adorable elephant mug.\n\nNick laughed. \"That gift was so easy to pick out. You're the most caffeinated person I know.\" He reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet. \"If you're done with your lab report, can I redeem one of my coupons? I want to make sure I get some good use out of them before we're all gone for the holidays.\" Nick handed me a folded over piece of paper.\n\nIt was one of the sex coupons I had ordered for Colin. But why did Nick have it? *Oh no, oh no no no no no! Did I send them to the wrong guy?*\n\nNick didn't seem to notice my concern as he kept talking. \"Am I the first one to redeem one? I know Jake and Ethan were thinking about teaming up for the threesome one, and we all know how Adrian feels about facials. I wouldn't be surprised if he tries to buy the \"Pearl Necklace\" coupon off the rest of us.\"\n\n*Oh god! I must have sent the coupon book to ALL the guys, not just Colin. This was so embarrassing. Although...*\n\nI glanced over at Nick, a bit of a blush on my face. He didn't seem weirded out by the sex coupons, even though our friendship had never been like that before. And he said that the guys all knew about it and seemed into it? I looked over Nick. I didn't like him the way I liked Colin, but I couldn't deny that I was attracted to him, with his curly brown hair and soft brown eyes. To be honest, I was attracted to most of my guy friends. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad? It would make Finals week more fun and maybe Colin would be more likely to hook up with me if all the guys were doing it.\n\nI looked down at the coupon in my hand and had to smile. It was \"Through the Valley\", which gave the holder one free tit job. Nick was notoriously a boob guy, so I wasn't the least bit surprised. I met his gaze, my smile widening as I saw how excited he was. \"Yeah, you're the first to redeem one of them. Although I bet the rest won't be too far behind. Let's get to it... it'll be a fun reward for me finishing my report.\"\n\n\"You're the best, Chloe.\" Nick's arms wrapped around me in a hug that turned into an embrace as our lips met. He was a good kisser, his lips alternating firm and soft, his tongue a bit too eager as he pressed into my mouth, tangling with my teeth. I shifted on the bed until I could straddle his lap, my jean shorts rocking against the bulge I could already feel in his pants. I felt Nick's hands grabbing for my tits, squeezing them through my shirt and rolling them in his palms, before he pulled my shirt up and over my head, revealing my lacy white bra.\n\n\"Fuck, you have the best lingerie, Chloe. I've been wanting to touch your tits since the day we moved in.\" He pulled one cup down so he could lick my breast, circling his tongue around my nipple before sucking it into his mouth. I fisted my hands in his hair, my fingers tangling in his curls, as I rocked our hips together, grinding on his lap as he suckled my tit in his warm mouth.\n\nI let out a little gasp when Nick's teeth closed on my nipple, tugging it forward, sending a mix of sparks, both pain and pleasure through me. My hand reached between our bodies so I could find the clasp to Nick's jeans, undoing the buttons and reaching inside so I could rub my palm against his hardening cock. I could feel him moaning against my tits, which felt incredible, kind of vibrate-y, and made me rock harder in his lap, grinding my pussy against him.\n\nNick's hands fumbled with the clasp on the back of my bra for a moment before he opened it, peeling it off and tossing it across the room. \"Your tits are fucking gorgeous, Chloe. I can't wait to have them wrapped around my cock.\" He buried his head in my chest again, making me moan with pleasure. My fist stroked harder on his cock, as best I could through his boxers. \"Jesus fuck... you're gonna make me cum before I even get a chance to use my coupon.\"\n\n\"Roll over...\" I gasped, pushing him down onto his back in my bed. My knees straddled his legs as my hands quickly pulled his cock out of his pants. I grabbed my lotion, fortunately right on the nightstand of my bed, and squeezed some into my hands before rubbing his shaft, getting it nice and slick.\n\n\"Let me have some of that lotion...\" Nick gestured for the bottle so I handed it to him, not stopping my firm strokes on his cock. I could feel it stiffening, getting firm and hard in my hands. Nick squeezed out some lotion into his own hands and began massaging it into my tits. His fingertips teased my nipples, rubbing in circles until they were stiff little peaks, jutting out from the round globes of my breasts.\n\n\"Are you ready?\" I teased, sliding down so I was kneeling between his legs.\n\n\"Oh fuck yes!\" Nick groaned, as I wrapped my tits around his cock. I had one hand cupping each breast, pressing them tightly around his shaft as I began moving up and down, sliding him between the valley of my boobs. The lotion made everything glide easily, and I could feel the bumps and ridges of his cock caressing the insides of my breasts. Nick threw his head back against my pillow with another groan. His hips bucked slightly, forcing his cock up between my tits, almost bumping into my chin. \"Shit... that feels so good.\"\n\nI continued my movements, sliding his cock up and down, my tits squeezed around his dick. I paused for a moment, his dick between my two breasts and used my boobs to bat his cock back and forth. I grabbed his dick in my hand and rubbed the bulbous mushroom head against my nipple, running the stiff peak around his tip. \"Yesss... fuckkk... yess...\" His moans only added to the experience for me, my breasts tingling from the dick massage. I cupped my tits around him again, moving faster now as I tried to emulate how I imagined Nick would fuck me.\n\n\"Unghhh,\" Nick groaned, thrusting his hips up through my tits. \"Fuck yeah, Chloe! Rub your nipples while you tit fuck me.... Fuccckkk... I hope this feels as good for you as it does for me.\"\n\nI followed his instructions, using my fingers to rub circles around my nipples as my palms held my tits in place for him to thrust between. The circular motion made my boobs rub against his cock in a new way and we both moaned together at the sensation. Nick was doing all the work to shove his cock up between my tits now. His thrusts were getting stronger, pushing his dick farther up until he was almost nudging my face. The next time his hips rocked upwards I tilted my head down and opened my mouth, so the tip of his cock slid between my lips.\n\n\"Fucking hell... damn that's amazing.... Do that again!\" I kept my mouth open, letting Nick slam his cock up between my tits and into my mouth. I could taste his salty sweat on my tongue, underneath the strawberry scent of my body lotion. Holding my tongue out and my lips open this way made saliva pool in my mouth, dripping from my tongue onto his cock and all over my tits, making the whole thing more slippery. My fingers were still playing with my nipples, rolling and tugging and making me moan around Nick's cock.\n\n\"Oh fuck... Chloe... fuck yesssss.... Ok... fuck, I'm gonna cum...\" Nick's hips jerked off the bed, his cock throbbing between my tits. Creamy white jizz splattered across my lips, my neck, and my tits. I rubbed my boobs over his pulsing cock as he came, my fingers covered in sticky cum, licking the few drops off my lips. As Nick came done from his orgasm, breathing hard, he rolled me over and took a long look at my cum-covered tits. He swirled his fingers around in the sticky mess, massaging it into my tits, before giving me a deep kiss.\n\n\"Wow... seriously... wow Chloe. That was so much hotter than I expected. I hope you liked it too?\" He looked at me optimistically.\n\n\"Yeah, Nick, that was awesome.\" Even thought I'd never meant to give him, or the other guys, those coupons, I couldn't deny that I’d enjoyed it. I was already wondering who would be around to redeem a coupon next... and what exactly they would be redeeming it for.\n\nNick fixed his clothes before heading to the door. He took one more look at me, topless and heavy breathing on the bed, and gave me a wide smile. \"I'll be seeing you soon, Chloe! I have a few more coupons I want to redeem.”"
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"content": "“Holy fuck, it’s cold!” I thought. Well, of course it was going to be cold. I’ve been transported to the ice age. On one hand I was happy the machine worked, on the other hand we should have made it more resistant against the cold. It’s not all lost though, I’m pretty sure my team is working in a way to get me out of here... I think. Meanwhile I probably should start making some fire and maybe get some food. I got up and started picking up some branches lying on the ground and pilling them together. Now all I needed to do was to figure out how to make fire. “I made a time machine after all, it shouldn’t be too hard to make fire, right?” I thought. Apparently making fire was too hard to me.\n\nAfter what felt like an eternity trying to make fire and wishing I was a half dragon I gave up on making the fire. I leaned against the machine and sat down. I was starting to get hungry and god knows how I was going to survive the night. Maybe I could try to find some people here so I could get food and shelter. I got up and started to walk around a bit, always being careful to not get far away from the machine. Just when I thought all hope was lost a huge flash of light appeared behind me. I turned back to see one of the communicators we used back in the lab lying on the ground. Suddenly a familiar voice was talking through the communicator. \n\n“Hello? Can you copy? Are you even alive?”. I leaped to get the communicator as fast as possible with a small leap and replied:\n\n“I’m alive, the machine broke. I’m stuck in the ice age right now, please send help”. \n\n“Okay, we are working on a way to get you back. Don’t get too far away from the #zzzzzzz. We are having problems right no-#zzzzz. Quickly, do you need some thing before the call ends?”.\n\n“I want food and stuff to make fire”. I said with no hesitation. The only response I got was static. I sat down praying that they could hear me. After a few minutes another flash of light happened and a small bag was dropped onto the ground. I opened it and inside there were several cans of food, a lighter, some lighter fluid, several bottles of water and a vial of gasoline. I wasted no time in starting a fire and sat around it. I opened a can of food and drank some water. “Maybe I should start to ration my food”. I thought. \n\nFoe the time being everything was going good for me. I had fire, I had food and water and people were already going to rescue me. I grabbed several more handfuls of tree branches to keep the fire going and I just needed to wait. Originally we had planned to study the people living here but that can wait. Suddenly I felt as if someone was behind me. I quickly grabbed one of the branches I had aside me and turned back. I would have been amazed if it weren’t for the fact that I was defenseless. Standing in front of me was the ancestor of the feline girls. A sabertooth girl. She was a towering 2 meters tall and her body would have put an amazonian to shame. Of course her most prominent feature were her two fangs that went as far down as her chin.\n\n“Stay away, don’t come any closer”. I yelled while pointing the branch towards her. My body was trembling with fear as she was getting closer and closer. She seemed to kneel down a little before pouncing at me, knocking me down to the ground. She grabbed the branch in my hand and threw it away. No matter how much I struggled I couldn’t even move my hands as she was looking at me from head to toe. A mischievous grin was drawn in her face as she started removing her loincloth. She let me go for a few seconds on which I tried to escape. It didn’t take long before I was pounced back to the ground and being back to her mercy.\n\nShe dragged me onto a three where she sat down. She grabbed my head and pulled it towards her groin. At first I was confused, why did she put my head in her groin? I stared at it for a moment before her grip on my head was stronger as she started growling. I then understood what I had to do. I started licking her groin and immediately she weakened her grip on my head and stopped growling. I kept licking as if my life depended on that, probably because my life did depend on that. My body was freezing even with all of this winter gear on me while she was wearing almost nothing to her and she didn’t even seem to feel cold. In fact, her body was actually pretty warm. Her breathing became heavier and faster as she came with one final squeeze to my head.\n\nShe finally let go off me as she rested in the tree. I crawled away from her as I thought of ways to get rid of her. Before I could even start running she got up again and she didn’t seem to have been satisfied at all. I was paralyzed by fear at that point. I was scared of what she would do to me but I was even more scared of what she would do if I tried running away. She let out the sweetest growl she could as she removed the cloth covering her breasts. Something inside me made me walk slowly up to her as I felt my length getting hard. When I got close enough she grabbed me by my waist and pulled down my pants revealing my erected length. My heart stopped for a second as I saw her opening her mouth. \n\nSurprisingly enough she started licking my length with a surprising amount of care to not use her teeth. When I felt like I was about to cum she abruptly stopped and pounced at me. I was already becoming familiar with being pounced to the ground. Next thing I knew was that my dick was going inside her. Her hips were moving up and down in a rough, almost violent manner. Even though it was extremely rough it still felt incredibly good. It didn’t take long for both of us to climax. She got off me and kissed me. It was a pretty awkward kiss as her fangs got out of the way. The sun was already setting and she fell asleep. I didn’t know how long it would take them so I decided to sleep next to her as she hugged me tightly. \n\nEnd of part 1"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Reluctantly posing naked for an art class was bad enough, but the poses keep getting lewder and her face keeps getting redder. | [
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"content": "Lita’s embarrassment began when she had signed up as a model for a master’s level art class: *Form and Action of the Human Body*. Intrigued by a modest payment awarded for each session, the promise of steady money proving too strong for her inhibitions, she had figured the attendees would never be the kinds of people she would run into regularly. While no supermodel, Lita was still very attractive: 19 and nearing, if not already at, the peek of her physical beauty. She wore her blonde hair long, reaching down to the base of her small round breasts: perky, especially when exposed to an entire classroom. Her lower half was beautiful as well, long tan legs that attached to a well toned ass and immaculately kept pussy. Knowing she would be meticulously examined day in and day out via this course, Lita had made sure she was always ready to disrobe.\n\nThe modeling had started much as she expected, though it still had felt awkward. She had arrived in the classroom, a small studio with a two foot platform and semi-circle of drafting tables surrounding, removing her clothes and climbing onto a velvet couch that sat in the center of the platform. The professor, Dr. Elina had arrived shortly after, a stylish woman in her early 40s, no sign of gray in her raven hair and still in excellent shape. \n\n“Very good,” she said, dark eyes looking a now bare skinned Lita up and down.\n\nSome students had begun to filter in, carrying with them pencils, portfolios, charcoal sets and other required materials, quietly chatting to one another as if Lita wasn’t even there. These were masters students, and this wasn’t their first time drawing a nude model.\n\nThe routine of it all put Lita slightly at ease, as she shifted into a more comfortable position on the couch, one that Dr. Elina approved of, lying on her side, head propped up by her arm.\n\nA short introduction to the course and task explanation later, and the room had grown hushed, save for the soft scratch of pencil on paper, as the various students worked intently on enshrining her nude body in sketches.\n\nFor Lita, the time passed quickly, an experience she was grateful for. Her mind wandered from weekend plans to other assignments she had due soon for her own academic career. Before she knew it the class had ended, and she was redressing herself as Dr. Elina and her pupils meandered out of the studio.\n\nThe next few classes followed a similar rhythm, little talking between Dr. Elina and herself. Lita was asked to assume a variety of poses, each more expressive, or perhaps provocative, than the last. She was at times asked to place a hand over her breast, to pinch a nipple, to kneel over, butt in the air facing the students, exposing her asshole and pussy from behind. With each new request, Lita grew further uneasy, some days even dreading what Dr. Elina would have her pose as, wondering how far she would make her go. Increasingly sexual requests lick phallic objects or play with her breasts continued with no sign of ending or even plateauing.\n\nThen came the straw that broke the camel’s back. \n\nDr. Elina, had arrived earlier than normal, humming to herself as she placed the canvas tote she always carried with her on the ground, bending over it to remove a smaller velvet box. She turned to Lita, as if nothing different were occurring, approaching the naked girl seated in her usual place on the couch atop the platform. Dr. Elina scaled the platform with one step, opening the lid of the box while doing so, tilting it so that Lita could see what was inside.\n\nWhat was contained caused Lita to blush a deep crimson: a foxtail buttplug and matching ear headband.\n\n“This week we are studying the merging forms of human and animal,” Dr. Elina offered, as if that explained everything, removing the headband from the case and slipping it on Lita’s head. Next she removed the buttplug, oily from lubricant that had been applied some time shortly before.\n\n“And now this too,” the doctor continued, free hand pulling at Lita’s thigh, rolling her over until she knelt on the ground, stomach against the seat of the couch. The metal tip of the plug grazed her asshole, causing her to tighten in surprise, pulling away slightly with a yelp. Lita had never experimented with something like this before and was not prepared to now.\n\n“Oh hush,” Dr. Elina chided, lightly slapping Lita’s ass. “Here, let me help you relax.”\n\nAnd with that, Lita felt a finger slide down her ass towards her pussy, dry finger tip tracing every inch. She bit her lip, deeply uncomfortable yet somehow unsure of what to say. Before she could think of a reply, the finger had found its mark, worming its way between her thighs and into her pussy, sliding easily along, beginning to massage her clit. The initial finger soon became two, dancing and jiggling, driving her wild. She had never been able to make herself feel this way at home, even when she masturbated in tub surrounded by the aroma and soft light of tea candles. There was something more forceful here, submitting her to its will, and she sheepishly found herself rocking back and forth, encouraging the act.\n\n“There we go,” the professor cooed, thumb pushing gingerly against Lita’s now more welcoming asshole. “Nothing a bit of foreplay couldn’t fix.”\n\nThe thumb was quickly replaced by the tip of the buttplug, a sensation Lita no longer rejected, rocking her hips in small circles, teasing the point of toy further in. Her body was aflame, wanting nothing more than for the experienced hand to continue playing with her, making love to her.\n\nLita’s pace quickened, as did the strength of her thrusts, each one welcoming the oiled metal farther into her, a ferocious wave building in her base. Finally, with a sudden slip, the bulbous end of the tip passed into her, and her asshole closed around the smaller rod that attached it to the furry tail, driving her to orgasm as she clenched her thighs together around the wondrous hand that had pleasured her. \n\nShe was still catching her breath when Dr. Elina turned and stepped off the podium.\n\n“See?” She called back. “Was that so hard?”\n\nThe tail was securely in place, though it felt entirely alien. Lita’s thighs were soaked with her own juices, and the afterglow of her sexual experience still showed on her cheeks.\n\nStudents began to file in, and though Lita heard them, she was still busy catching her breath, knowing full well that she looked a mess, hair plastered against her back and the couch, ass in the air from which a orange fox tail protruded, wrapping around one of her thighs, pussy splayed open for all to see, obviously just used.\n\n“Today,” began Dr. Elina, once the last of the drawers had arrived. “We will be drawing something animalistic, primal if you will. A lioness in heat; a bitch in full submission.”\n\nThe words stung Lita, though not for any amount of inaccuracy. The professor had reduced her appearance to the emotions that she so deeply felt, stripping away any pretense she had had walking in that she could stand up to this woman, leaving her with a deep, gnawing desire for more of her touch. It didn’t matter who else saw.\n\nThe students scrawled away, as if the entire display was normal. A routine that had early on eased Lita’s mind now drove foward her anxiety.\n\n*Is no one going to say anything? Am I just Elina’s doll now, to be played with and molded in front of other’s at her whim?*\n\nAfter a half hour had passed, the professor broke the focused quiet.\n\n“Very good. Be sure if you finish the detailing at home to capture her embarrassment. The emotion conveyed by the subject is the most important aspect of any form study.”\n\nLita bit her lip, blood rushing to her face, turning her face away from where it had been pressed into the seat of the couch so that it faced forward, no longer visible to the piercing eyes behind her.\n\n“Now,” Elina continued. “We will move onto the study of *action*. A more difficult task, as you attempt to capture the entire movement and feeling of a scene into a single snapshot.”\n\nLita heard the professor once again step onto the stage, approaching her. No words were needed, as the she felt the firm yet now familiar hand gripping her hair and pulling her, away and to the side until she was on all fours, parallel to the students. Now in position, the hand relinquished her, and she turned her head to catch sight of a view she had not expected. Dr. Elina was entirely nude as well, save for a large purple dildo that protruded from a strap on.\n\nThe mature woman was as attractive as Lita had imagined, large breasts drooping slightly but otherwise in good condition for their age, stomach flat as it met a wide pair of hips and thighs.\n\n“Observe now,” the doctor continued, approaching the bent over Lita, fake cock in hand, slowly pressing the end of it into the model’s sopping pussy. “Be sure to capture the subject’s fear, lust, instincts, desires. All of it. Condense it into a singular image.”\n\nWith that, she plowed forward, filling Lita with her girth. And the thrusts continued, pistoning away at the young girl, driving her to moans as she dropped her head lower, pushing back against the dominating force. She was fully alive, focused entirely on the spear that split her apart, the soft skin that pressed into her ass with each push, the hands that gripped her waist.\n\n“Listen to her,” Dr. Elina called out, slightly out of breath herself. “Listen to the desire in her moans, the way she bends forward to present herself to me. Focus on each act of submission.”\n\nTo Lita, the words only encouraged her. She was beyond caring what anyone else thought of her now besides Elina, whimpering with pleasure and joy as the older woman pulled lightly on the tail still stuck in her. She was her bitch, and she loved it, biting her thumb to suppress the now quite loud moans emanating from her as she came repeatedly on the dildo."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Her slime-girl friend had learned to turn into a bodysuit. This was going to get very... interesting... | [
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"content": "Disclaimer; this story contains >!Minor bondage, Dominance, Public Humiliation, Tentacles, Orgasm Control.!< \n\nPart 1/3\n\nAlright, where the hell is she? I have been looking for Lou for the past hour now. I realized she wasn’t nowhere to be found when I woke up to absolute silence in the house, with Lou she is almost never quiet. It’s making me suspicious. \n\nI’ve checked every room, investigated both of the cats for half an hour just to make sure she wasn’t impersonating one of them again. So far the only clue I found was a sticky note on my nightstand that said *“I’m hiding right now, I bet you can’t find me ;)”*\n\nAnd you know what? She’s right, I literally cannot find her for the life of me. I give up, I am way too hungry right now to bother looking. We are out of food and I need to get groceries now, even though that was Lou’s responsibility today. I decided to just take a quick shower, put on some light eyeshadow and eyeliner and mascara, and get dressed for the day. \n\nAfter I was done drying off, I opened my closet and grabbed everything I felt like wearing today. I grabbed a bra and underwear, one of my bodysuits, jeans and socks. When I took off my towel though, I couldn’t help but feel like I was being watched from somewhere. It’s that feeling where you just know someone is looking at you, but I could not find out where from. I also know for a fact that Lou is one hundred percent stalking me right now. \n\n“Lou, you could give up hiding right now. I know you’re watching me. Besides you are supposed to get groceries today, not me.” I called out, unsure if she is actually there or not because I was met with silence. Okay then, if she wants to be like that. \n\n“Alright, you’re still hiding then? This means that groceries will be your responsibility for a whole two weeks. Final warning..” I said.\n\n1.. 2.. 3… Nothing. “Oh well, have fun hiding then.” I said as I began to put on all my clothes. The entire time, I still felt eyes creeping on me.. somewhere. \n\nAfter I was ready, I was standing in the doorway and looked back in the house one more time before saying “I’ll be back later babe, love you.” Then shut the front door and went to my car. She is really playing the long con here, isn’t she?"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When she sat down topless on the fluffy novelty chair, she didn't know it was a costume and that there was someone inside. | [
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"content": "\n\nYears of athletics made Melissa very comfortable walking around the girls dorm in various states of undress. No one seemed to mind especially the occasional boyfriend that was sneaking out at various hours of the night. Melissa didn’t mind the attention it actually turned her on. Plus she got a good laugh at watching guys scramble over themselves trying to sneak out. \n\nThe dorm was unusually quiet one Friday night so Melissa decided to take advantage of the situation. Fresh out of the shower, she decided to just put her pajama bottoms on and walked around topless. She didn’t have the biggest bust on campus but she also wasn’t too small to brag or show off. \n\n“Ugh no fun. No ones around.”\n\nShe sighed and stopped at a fork in the hallway. She stare at an unusual piece of furniture. It was a recliner but it was fuzzy and blue, like someone sheered Cookie Monster and made upholstery out of his fur. \n\n“Who the fuck bought this?”\n\nShe wandered closer to the chair. \n\n“Probably Missys, she loves weird shit like this.”\n\nShe decided to sit to see if it felt as soft as it looked. She noticed a lump in the middle of the chair and started to squirm around. Then all of the sudden the couch screamed. Melissa shot to her feet as someone crawled out of the side of the chair holding his crotch. \n\n“What the fuck are doing pervert?”\n\n“Wait I can explain...can you put a shirt on first please?”\n\n“No start talking pervert. “\n\n“I’m not a pervert. My girlfriend told me to sneak in here where that chair costume so someone wouldn’t suspect me...”\n\n“Oh yes a giant fuzzy blue wouldn’t attract attention. “\n\n“No plan is perfect.”\n\nHe tried to sit up but groaned and laid back down. \n\n“I guess must of fallen asleep in there waiting for her.”\n\n“Whos your girl?”\n\n*Melissa!*\n\nThe voice from down the hall belonged to Rose who stormed down the hall towards the topless Melissa and the pained man on the floor. \n\n“I’m guessing that’s your girlfriend?”\n\nThe man stood up and got between the two women. \n\n“What the hell Scott?”\n\n“You told me to be here at ten, I was in there for two hours. I fell asleep and she didn’t know I was in there. She didn’t do anything wrong she thought it was just a lump in the chair.”\n\n“You tried to smush my boyfriends cock Melissa?”\n\n“No I didn’t know he was in there. Besides who tells their man to sneak in here in a giant chair then leaves him out here. “\n\nRose blushes and flicks her hair out of her face. \n\n“Listen let’s pretend this didn’t happen and just call it night. Ok?”\n\n“Fine by me.”\n\n“Me too.”\n\nRose took Scott by the hand and led him down to her dorm. Messiah rolled her eyes and drug the big blue upholstery of the chair with her down the hall."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The Shibari Spider vs the Villains of Fucksville | [
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"content": "The Shibari Spider gave the silken rope a few sharp tugs, and the bound and struggling villainess entrapped in them began to rise into the air as her suspension ropes tightened. A gasp of air escaped the villainess as the strands woven around her body began to tighten further, particularly the one which dug roughly into her crotch--a very motivating reason for her to keep throwing her body against the restraints. When the Spider was finished, she swayed helplessly from side-to-side up a few feet in the air, arms and legs bound together and held up by the toughest material that the Lady of Latex had ever encountered.\n\n\"Curses you, you sticky newcomer! Those sinister machinations that you came up with must've crawled out from the inner-most depths of your mind... I'll never underestimate a newcomer like that again! You are truly... fearsome...\"\n\nTrying to think to herself, the Shibari Spider tuned out of the lady's incessant monologuing. She'd... accidentally caught a villain of some kind, and had no idea what to do with her. Apparently, this latex loving person had been hunting her, and she'd just been unlucky enough to walk into one of the Spider's webs. When the Spider came across the entangled, frustrated lady well... she just took advantage of the opportunity.\n\nShe simply hoped it wasn't a violation of \"heroic protocol\" or something to take this much pleasure in excessively tying up a villainess like this. Even though she had the powers of a spider, wrapping people up in cocoons became a little stale after a while. The symmetrical beauty of shibari was much more aesthetically pleasing, and she adored the fun in wrapping people up like this. Not to mention how each tightly wound strand accentuated her figure oh-so nicely. Only her hands were messily bound, as the Lady of Latex threatened to let out as much of the liquid-like rubber that she could if her hands were ever *not* sealed in tightly bound fists.\n\nEventually, the Spider tuned back into the ramblings of her prey. \n\n\"And now that I am helpless, I simply must wonder what you shall do to me! Violate my body while I am entirely helpless to resist? Will you do it while I'm still suspended in the air? I'll admit, I've never tried something like that before, but now that it's so plainly in front of me...\"\n\nShe was both disturbed and glad that she listened in when she did. Disturbed, because when she realized that the woman had let out a soft moan with a pair of deeply blushing cheeks, she had to wonder just what kind of perverted villainess she'd caught. And glad, because that all but confirmed that she needed to gag this \"Lady of Latex\".\n\nThe Spider began weaving a ball of silk in her hands, string escaping from the tiny holes in the palms of her spandex suit. She pushed it deep into the woman's open mouth, acting as a silencing stuffing before she plastered some silk onto the black painted lips of the Lady, matching her rubber bodysuit which was also entirely entrapped by silk. The Lady was finally reduced to nothing more than muffled murmurs and grunts, but the Spider grew concerned when the Lady's blush only seemed to grow deeper...\n\nThat did bring the question of what she *was* supposed to do with villains. When she arrived to this city only a month ago, she'd spent some time closely following the news, and noticed that villains and heroes alike seemed to get captured every week, only to be freely roaming the streets a few days later, ready to pounce on one another all over again. As a complete newbie, she didn't want to step on any toes or make a \"wrong\" move as the newest heroine...\n\nShe figured she'd just let the Lady of Latex hang around for a couple of days before cutting her loose. Though she'd definitely have to do it while she was still sleeping, and get her far away from her cave lair.\n\nNothing could go wrong with a plan like that, right?\n\n-----\n\nIt'd been a week since the Spider's debut onto the heroic scene, and she felt like it was going pretty well. She'd captured three villains so far, with two of them currently trussed up in her cave, struggling and unable to do any more \"villainy\" in the city. Though perhaps she'd let go of the Lady of Latex too quickly...\n\nNo reason to dwell on first-time mistakes, she figured. She was still new to this after all, and would need a bit of time to truly figure everything out, anyways.\n\nHer nightly prowl had proved fruitless unfortunately, and she returned to her lair empty-handed. The second she stepped in, however, she realized something was wrong.\n\nThe two webs she'd strung up for those villains--they were ripped and torn and entirely ruined! Not to mention that those two seemed to have suddenly disappeared..! She ran forward to investigate whatever had happened, suspecting some sort of escape attempt-\n\nShe was caught off-guard when her foot refused to separate from the ground, caught in some kind of trap. Her eyes turned down, and her night-vision reflected the faded shine of... of...\n\nRubber. A sudden force hit her from the side, which was somehow enough to knock her over. She realized quickly that it was more rubber, which was somehow shot at her so quickly! Even worse, it began to move on its own, creeping up her arms and forcefully wrenching them behind her back, before solidifying suddenly into a sleek, single sleeve. Her arms were trapped together behind her back, and no amount of struggling or thrusting seemed to free them.\n\nDistracted by her current predicament, she was late in realizing that another figure stalked her lair. Her eyes turned towards it as footsteps grew closer, eyes squinted as she tried to make it out in the dark. It was..!\n\nThe Warden? She'd seen her face on TV, who just oozed dominance with her mere presence. The Warden ran the prison of this city, where the most \"evil\" of villains were sentenced to. No one had ever escaped the place before their time was up, and that was because of the Warden's power...\n\nWhy was she here, though? And did she not notice the Lady of Latex's attack on her? Or... could they be associated?! The warden did not falter once in her stride, kneeling down in front of the helpless Spider with a collar in hand.\n\nThe second it was clicked around the Spider's neck, she felt her powers fade entirely. The webbing she'd been concocting in her restrained arms was suddenly no longer being produced, and even the slight night-vision the Spider had suddenly faded. She'd heard of the Warden's collars being effective at nullifying powers, but it was immediate. Almost crushing, in a way.\n\n\"Now that you're no longer a threat, you'll be able to *fully* answer for your crimes.\" The Warden spoke sternly. Like it was fact. For a moment, the Spider believed that she was entirely right, and was entirely willing to accept that fact, before she snapped out of the mist of submission that these restraints and collar put her in.\n\n\"*C-Crimes*?!\" She cried out, honestly shocked. \"I-I haven't done anything wrong! H-Hell, I've been *capturing* villains left and-\"\n\n\"You have a right to remain silent, and I *will* make you use it.\" The Warden pulled something off of her belt, and only when the large sphere was shoved into the Spider's mouth did she realize it was a ball gag. She moaned and whined into it, the overwhelmingly large orb forcing her teeth apart and her mouth open wider than she'd ever had it before. Quickly and professionally, the Warden tightened the straps and locked the device around the Spider's head.\n\n\"Sarah Silk...\" The Spider's eyes widened at the mention of her real name. \"It seems you've been doing a bit of vigilante work with the villains. One of which is my dear, poor, Sonia--Lady of Latex!\" The Warden suddenly corrected, the only apparent slip-up in her otherwise perfect dominant act. She coughed a few times into her hand before continuing, resuming her speech as though nothing had happened. \"Right? The one standing right here?\" \n\nBewildered and confused, Sarah simply nodded. The Lady stepped forward, and even though Sarah couldn't see her at all, the Lady was much more threatening than how she was wrapped up in her silken ropes.\n\n\"I'll admit... it'd be an admirable endeavor, if you weren't being so sadistically cruel in capturing your villains.\"\n\nThe accusation caused Sarah to start shouting into her gag, certain that *now* there must be some kind of mistake! *Sadistically cruel*? She hadn't even touched the Lady, asides from when she tied her up and set her free with nothing more than a scratch on her body! Her struggles and shouts were only met with the formation of more latex along her body, pinning her down to the ground in a much more thorough fashion while also covering her gag and silencing her further.\n\n\"However...\" The Warden's slightly softer tone acted as a ray of light for Sarah. \"I've done the due diligence of checking your records, and you *are* new here. After discussion with your victims, we've agreed that it is possible that these issues are merely caused by *ignorance*.\"\n\n*Yes, yes, exactly that!* Sarah thought, nodding along vigorously to the Warden's words.\n\n\"As such, we will simply let you off with a *lesson*. A lesson on what to do with your captured heroes and villains.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You heard the sound of a piece of paper slide under the threshold. Upon examination, the note read: “Roses are red, violets are blue, please stick it in me today, that’s all I want from you.” You hadn’t thought about your roommate like that before... | [
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"content": "Chris opened Alice’s door to find her laying facedown, her hips raised on a pillow while her fingers were between her thighs. There was no questioning the note, she was definitely into it. Alice cast him a cheeky sideways glance while her fingers worked away at her clit. She tried to play it cool but all of her was bright red. Chris removed his shier, no words spoke, just her gorgeous bubblebutt and the clear view of her swollen lips and fingers through her thigh gap. Her long legs were drawing up against one another as she arched her ass up towards him. Chris dropped his pants and straddling her thighs, her soft moans in time with the arching of her back, her gorgeous slit offering itself up at him. Chris thought back to the note, she didn’t want a date, based on the way she was offering herself like an apple for a bite, she didn’t want foreplay either. The exact wording. ‘Stick it in me today, that’s all I want from you.’\n\nChris’ cock was rockhard at the sight, almost looking up at him with a ‘the fuck you waiting for’\n\nAlice’s face turned down into the sheets, muddling a moan as her arse back up toward him, there was no better time. Chris angled himself down to her swollen red lips, she was so fucking wet. The tight rhythmically clenching muscles gave way to his well lubricated cock as he lowered over her back, a tight arm wrapped across her shoulders to keep her arms pinned by her sides. Chris raised her chest as he pulled her back onto him. The material dropping from her teeth as she gasped open mouthed. Her fingers stopped against her clit and he felt them graze against his shaft, feeling him press down into her as he squeezed her between his arm and hips.\n\n“Oh… holy fuck Chris… what… what brou…” Alice started, her word falling apart as her fingers felt the last of his length slide into her, arching her back as he engaged his core.\n\nHoly shit she was tight. Chris wrapped his other arm around her chest, trapping her in a bear hug as his hips pulled back. Chris lifted her and thrust home, she tested his arms and turned to jelly, giving herself over without struggle to his thrusting hips.\n\nAlice’s door slammed open startling Chris, he released Alice to drop down to the sheets and pinned her quivering form with a heavy hand to the small of her back. His cock buried deep inside her. Sarah stood naked at the door. He hadn’t seen either of his roommates this way until just now. \n\n“What the fuck guys? I didn’t know you where fucking!” said Sarah.\n\nAlice turned her head partially to the side, a glazed eye and half a smile poking out from the sheets.\n\n“Yeah, she left me a note.” said Chris.\n\n“What note?” muffled Alice.\n\n“My note! Fuck, I should have signed it!” said Sarah.\n\nChris hadn’t failed to notice her hand twitching toward her exposed sex as the sight of them."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When he won the bet, he was enough of a gentleman to assume that her being his "slave for a day" didn't include anything sexual. He didn't... like... *Have to* do that... | [
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"content": "It was a silly bet. “Luke, I am your father.” that’s the line right? You’ve heard it said thousands of times in a cheesy imitation. Occasionally you are even treated to the following ‘nooooo’. Didn’t happen. I know, you can't believe it. You have clear memories of it happening. So did Astrid. A one sided bet, 3 inconclusive google searches, the false prophet of a videogame later, Astrid and Simon just watched the damn movie and Astrid was to be a slave for a day. She had experienced the reverse plenty of times. King for a day, the replacement her parents had used in lieu of unaffordable presents. A few silly requests would be made and everyone would have a laugh. Honestly it was like a taste of home and Astrid found herself looking forward to it.\n\nAstrid woke up early, put on the dress Simon had complimented once a few months back, a simple yellow sundress. She opened her underware draw and… fuck, black, black, red, blue… A thought popped into her mind and she dismissed it out of habit. Something made her come back to the idea, she could just not wear any underwear. Excitement bubbled up inside Astrid, it’s not like he would notice… he hadn’t complimented any underware so it was in theme. That’s a lame excuse Astrid… but you would only make a lame excuse if you wanted to. Simon was a gentleman, he wouldn’t do anything untoward. Astrid bit her lip, biting back the smile that crossed her lips and pushed the draw closed.\n\nSimon's apartment was incredible. He insisted she call it ‘our’ apartment but Astrid didn’t feel comfortable at the idea until she had a stable income and paid rent. She opened the windows on the corner 4th floor apartment and started brewing coffee in the warm early morning sun. Astrid carried the cup to his room with 3 minutes to spare, pausing to glance at his bare muscular chest before placing the cup on his bedside table. Astrid felt a strange giddy joy, like she was filling her younger sisters stockings with cheap candy late on christmas eve. Astrid slipped across the carpet, her bare feet not making a sound. She cast one last glance at him before slipping out.\n\nAstrid was in the kitchen aligning the sundress’ straps with her sports bra, she could forgo bottoms but the thin light material could not stand up to her breasts. In the chilly morning air, that would not have been subtle. Astrid sipped her coffee and set about making him toast, the warm feeling returning in the form of a grin she could not shake. She would have to lose bets more often, not enough that he became suspicious… why would it matter if he was suspicious? It’s not like he wouldn’t enjoy it right? The toast popped and Astrid distracted herself from the unrealistic catastrophization that he would be irrationally mad that she was enjoying this. Simon wasn’t a capricious ass, he was different, he was thoughtful and generous… and his alarm was going off. She should have worn underwear, too late now.\n\nAstrid glanced up, he was watching her, his eyes darting up from her body, she caught the corners of his eyes as he tried for a more casual smile.\n\n“Coffee is beautiful.”\n\n“Glad you like it sir...” it slipped out so easily. Lean into it. “...toast will be ready soon.”\n\nSimon's eyes tracked her as he sipped his coffee, there was something in his gaze, she couldn’t pick it.\n\n“Slave for the day…. I’m sure I’ll find something to keep you busy.” said Simon.\n\nAstrid’s mind was running amok with ideas that she had to squash. She could feel herself starting to blush and had to hide it.\n\n“Where would you like it sir?” nice Astrid, great job…\n\n“I’ll eat it on the balcony.” said Simon, he walked to soak in the morning sun on his bare chest. It solved the blushing problem but cemented her mind firmly in the gutter. Astrid leaned against the bench as she watched him stretch, feeling the edge of the cold marble against her mound before she realised what she was doing. This wasn’t an innocent giddy excitement, it was something wholly different. Why was it having such an effect? All she had done was butter his toast.\n\nAstrid placed the plate down for him with a courteous ‘sir’ and was about to return inside when his hand caught her wrist. He was gentle but firm. \n\n“Why don't you join me? Or, rather… Join me.” said Simon, invoking a firm tone. ‘Slave for a day’ aside, she would have followed that tone’s command. It suited him, somehow Astrid felt like receiving it suited her. She brought out her coffee and toast, only taking a few bites before opting to stand in front of him at the railing to relax down on it, arching her back slightly while ‘people watching’ the weekend joggers and cyclists. She could feel his eyes on her and arched her spine a little deeper as the morning sun shone through the material of her dress. \n\n“How far are you willing to take this slave for a day thing?” asked Simon as she heard the clink of his cup coming to rest.\n\n“Seems like something for the master to decide.”\n\n“And if I asked to see your underwear for example?”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Hardly anyone would have expected a super heroine's secret identity to be an escort, but hardly any super loved their job as much as she did... | [
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"content": "Female-Fightback was the most fearsome vigilante squad in America's most dangerous city, and she was very proud of that. Other cities have superheroes, but they're flashy, they make their presence known, they give their enemy a single-target to shoot at. Advantage of being a shapeshifter? Every police report has a different face associated with it. One woman in a costume is nowhere near as threatening as 200 in a uniform, and since no-one knows there's a girl with powers in town, all it takes for the cops, pimps, or druglords to lose the oval-faced redhead who ran down the alley is for square-jawed black-woman to come out the other side. \n\nAmber Antoinette spent every night in the bad part of town, wearing a weird costume, under a fake name. Her superheroing was completely unrelated. Her favourite client, an older Gentleman, who missed his wife, and loved having a pretty young lady to spoil, had asked her back to the hotel room after a night at the theatre. It was their fifth date, and she knew what he liked. She wore pale, long, wise-yet-youthful face, with black bangs, plump lips, and minimal make-up, and he'd complimented her on it every step of the way. If he only knew. \n\n(Know where I'm going with this, will come back, edit, and write the rest once I'm off mobile and at a PC)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You weren't sure if you had never seen her without her signature cloak on, or if you simply never noticed. But now you had to ask, had she always had such a curvy figure under her thick, practical cloak? | [
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"content": "Andris swept the empty bed and breakfast under the watchful eye of Spooks. With the endless snow there were no customers and little else to pass the time. The door opened to reveal…\n\n“Miri! I wasn’t expecting you to make your delivery, looks like snow doesn't stop the mail.”\n\nMiri pulled her signature cloak down from her mouth and head to shake the water out of her black hair. Andris didn’t care about the additional muck added to his floor, finally a distraction.\n\n“Well snow’s stopping this mail, it’s almost a blizzard out there!” said Miri.\n\nShe hopped as she took off her frozen boots and plonked down in front of the fire, rubbing feeling back into her toes. Andris swapped out the broom for a bowl and stepped over, noticing how the heavy cloak pulled tight against her hips, come to think he had never seen her out of it. Andris had no idea what her body looked like underneath. Andris could see her long sculpted legs as she massaged blood back into them while he drew out two ladles of forever soup that hung beside the fire. Miri paused and reached for her belt to a coin purse, revealing her waist in the process. She… she looked pretty damn good, he couldn’t understand why she wore the thing. \n\n“Don’t worry about paying. Just warm up and get something warm into you. Do you want me to hang your cloak up to dry off?”\n\nMiri’s hand instinctively moved to pull it tight but hesitated, slow deliberate movements as she took down the hook and pulled off the wet oiled material. It weighed a tonne with all the snow that had melted into it. She was… Large curvaceous breasts stood supported over a corset, wide hips below her narrow waist and strong legs from all her walking, she was magnificent, he had no idea. Andris tried to pry his eyes away from her, a feat made easier when she caught him staring at her.\n\n“Andris, If i didn’t know better I might think your offer for something warm wasn’t your soup.”\n\n“I’m just left wondering why someone would store a beautiful flower inside a heavy closet like this.” said Andris as he hooked up the cloak to sit against the host stones of the chimney.\n\n“Oh you’re definitely offering more than soup now.” said Miri as she devoured spoonfuls of the hot steaming bowl.\n\n“That costs extra.” smirked Andris as he sat down on the warm stones beside her to dry his hands.\n\n“Thought I was getting a discount on account of the blizzard.” said Miri as she shuffled her but over to sit beside him. She downed the last of the bowl and placed it by the fire for Spooks to lick clean. “...Is the offer for something warm still open?”\n\nAndris’ mind went for the next clever line of banter to keep the conversation going but the smartest thing to say to the beautiful woman in that moment was…\n\n“Yes.” said Andris.\n\n“YouuUu think I’m pretty.” said Miri, laying her head into his shoulder as she smirked at the timid Spooks.\n\n“You are the monthly smile that keeps the water at bay.” said Andris, bringing his arm around her chilly back. Miri followed it to curl into his chest, his hand slowly lowering to her side. He wanted to hold her but maybe this had all just been banter to pass the time. Andris ran his hand down to hold her side. \n\n“Looks like my smile wasn't enough this time around.”\n\n“I don't know, I feel warm.” said Andris, he eyes the wood, he could splurge a little. He lifted a log and added it to the fire.\n\n“Maybe more than a smile will dispel the blizzard.” said Miri as she turned, her lips drawing close to his. Andris had a clever one liner ready, he went with the smarter option and kissed her. Her lips were the softest thing he had felt. Miri turned toward him and sunk into his lap with her hips straddling his. Andris glanced to her slender waist silhouetted against the fire, his hands running up her sides as her lips found his again. They kissed in a frenzy as she tugged at the strings of his shirt. He followed her lead, attacking the belt at her waist, pulling her hips higher in his lap before going for the buckle. Her breasts rising high against his chest. Andris slid her belt free and raised his arms to lose the shirt. \n\nMiri traced the scar that ran down his chest and kissed it at his collarbone. Andris’ hands moved to the intricate webwork of her corset laces.\n\n“Takes too long, get your pants off.” said Miri as she rose, sliding the tight black leather down her thighs. She… she had a lot of knives for a mail courier. Andris wondered what he was thinking and focussed on pant removal. She slid into his lap, her lips moving to his, he couldn’t get enough of that feeling. Her soft beautiful lips against his as his hands slid the top down over her breasts to lay gathered at her corset, gods she felt amazing. Miri adjusted her hips and lowered while their lips remained locked to eachother, only breaking as she ran her sex over the length of his cock. Her lips lingering at his tip as she gasped into his mouth. Andris’ hand ran into her hair, bringing her mouth back to his as he directed her hip with the other. Miri pulled her lips free of his.\n\n“No more teasing, I need you now.” said Miri, her hand running down between her thighs to run over his tip. Fuck she was so warm. Andris’ fingers pressed into the smooth flesh of her thigh as she slid down his length. His hand moved down her back, holding her as she rose and rolled her hips down over him. The cold of winter forgotten as their warm bodies fell into each other. Andris took her back firmly and twisted to lay her on the fur in front of the fire. Her legs moving to wrap around his hips. Her legs tugging at his back with each thrust into her soft warm body.\n\nAndris needed air, he broke the kiss and rose, watching her gorgeous breasts bounce with his thrusts as her smile broke into open mouthed gasps. He hadn’t exerted himself like this since the war, losing himself into the motion only seeing her beautiful face and the flash of movement as Spooks was spooked.\n\nHer moans rose with his breathing until she crescendos, a high girly moan as her waist tightened and relaxed around him. Her legs momentarily overpowering his to keep him deep inside as she clenched around his length. Andris placed a hand on the fur pulling back as her legs eased. Pushing himself through her gasping frenzy to climax. She held him again, holding him deep inside her as he came. Andris dropped, pulling free to catch his breath beside her. His chest heaving as his heart slowed. Her beautiful smooth skin highlighted at its outline with the reflected flames through glistening sweat. Her breasts and pelvis moving with her slowing breath. Her hand found his chest, her cheek following to rest at his shoulder.\n\n“If that doesn’t stop the blizzard nothing will.”\n\n“If it’s still going we should try again… in an hour… maybe two.” said Andris, feeling life slowly return to his body.\n\nThe flames slowly died, cold seeping back in as they enjoyed the quiet crackle of embers. Andris rose, tossing on another log and slipping into his pants.\n\n“You’re leaving me?”\n\n“Just getting more wood from the back.” said Andris.\n\nHe returned to find her still naked, gods she was beautiful. He was about to ask about the plentitude of knives when he heard the door behind him. 3 men entering in from the cold with axes at their sides. Andris turned to cover Miri’s modesty to find her covered in the cloak, her clothes missing from the floor and presumably back on her body.\n\nAndris dropped the logs into the pile as Miri walked toward the door.\n\n“For the soup” Miri called, flicking him a copper.\n\nAndris held it with a smile as she left, he hoped the winter would never end.\n\nAndris put the copper aside as a reminder and turned to the 3 lumberjacks.\n\n“Right! What’ll it be?”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] With some embarrassment, she admitted that, being descended from a succubus, she was always kind of low-key horny, and she did, in fact, *love* the taste of cum. Her relationship with the party kind of evolved from there... | [
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"content": "Radvin's dream stirred. Before him, he imagined Kyyra, her long, curly hair gathered in her hands, her muscled back rippling, as she gradually let her hair spill, flicking her red tail back and forth, smiling at Radvin with those sharp, glittering white teeth, and golden, too-clever eyes.\n\n\nHe heard her baritone, rumbling, deep brassy voice say, again, just like that day at the waterfall, rolling all her r-sounds ... \"I'm confident that ... our studied wizard can handle his rod ... very adroitly, yes.\"\n\nAnd then her whip-like tail pulled her hair aside to reveal the curve of her hip and shape of her ass, red and glistening, slick with water ... and he heard her moan, \"Touch me...\" ...\n\nAnd he started awake, back in the woods, in his sleeping bag. It was dark; the fire was low, and the night around his bag likely as chilly as his bag was warm.\n\nAnd, perched on the balls of her feet, loading another log onto the fire, was Kyyra.\n\nRadvin knew of tieflings, of course, and the ancient curse of the Blood Sea that had corrupted the hearts and bodies of those who dared to dwell along the Storm Coast. The tieflings were capricious, with a reputation as connivers, self-interested misanthropes, and expolitive traders. When he and Hardin had first met Kyyra in the tavern, Radvin had suggested leaving the athletic and shapely woman out of their adventures ... but that first night, his brother had already found his way into Kyyra's bed.\n\nHer voice rumbled across the campground. It was so deep, but so distinctly feminine; Radvin enjoyed her just ... *talking*, especially when she was already a sheet or two to the wind.\n\n\"Wizards are supposed to be asleep,\" she intoned. She glanced up from the fire, and it's shadowy light enhanced the softness already in her face, and brought out the deep purple undertones in her thick, black hair.\n\n\"Uh, mystic, please,\" he stammered, correcting her, as he habitually did. He also caught himself staring at her curving chest, perfectly framed - as always - by her scoop neck shirt and snug corset, and now brought pronouncedly to the fore by her crouching position. \"You're on watch?\"\n\nKyyra nodded, as she rolled her feet forward, setting her hands on the ground. She prowled forward, towards Radvin, her tail swishing behind her, her small nub like horns barely able to poke through her thick, curly hair.\n\nAnd her full breasts hanging down, making a very honest effort to spill out from her corset and hang freely. Radvin could imagine it quite vividly, and wondered if, set loose like that, they were quite large enough to touch the ground.\n\nHe swallowed awkwardly, as she quietly covered the distance between them, her movements slow, silent, and sensual, like a prowling jungle cat.\n\n\"You are more ... in your own head, than your brother. Quieter. More ... \", she paused, as she lay herself on the ground, beside Radvin, lounging on her side, upper body propped up ... reminiscent of a feline at rest.\n\nHe could swear he could *feel* her body heat, even through the blanket; in the low light of the fire, her sharply pointed incisors glittered like pearls. She tossed her black curls.\n\n\"More ... thoughtful,\" she murmured, in her deep voice, and Radvin felt himself shudder, as her voice teased along his spine.\n\n\"When first we met, you seemed so ... standoffish. So ... distrusting. I have had a ... checkered past? I have felt distrust before. But, here was a man,\" she set her hand on Radvin's chest, atop the sleeping bag. He struggled not to move, not to make his body's response too obvious, not to notice how her breasts pressed together as she leaned towards him ... \" - a very clever man, a very ... interesting man, but one of the few ... who did not seem to look at me this way.\"\n\nShe tapped her fingers, with the thick, talon-like black nails, on Radvin's chest. \"But. At the waterfall, two days ago. When I disrobed, I ... smelled it, on you.\" Kyyra's nose crinkled and twitched. \"You saw my back, and my ...\", she paused, and moved her hand from his chest, to trace over her own hip, before resting there a moment. \"And,I wondered ... does he noe think of me?\"\n\nRadvin attempted to open his mouth to protest, but Kyyra pursed her lips, and gave him a shhhing sound. Without words, she reached her hand through the side of Radvin's bedroll ...\nAnd he felt her set it on the bulge in his breeches, and felt himself throb at her touch. With a brief, muted gargling noise, his words died in his throat, and she stroked her hand along his shaft, through the pants.\n\n\"I think you do,\" she cooed, and gently squeezed, then released his shaft, before moving her hand up his body to loosen his belt. \"I think,\" she continued, as he felt the rougher fabric and cooler interior of the bedroll against his cock, which lept free, turgid with purpose, from his pants, \"I think, maybe, since the waterfall... the mystic thinks of me often.\"\n\nRadvin watched Kyyra's eyes, as she stared at him, her sharp white teeth biting her plump lip - ans they shared as gasp, as the everwarm touch of her hand brushed his cock.\n\n\"... but, my brother ...\", Radvin hissed, as Kyyra's pink, pointed tongue traced across her lips.\n\n\"He knows. He knows me, knows my blood. Knows I crrrrrave,\" she purposefully rolled her r, as a hot finger ran down, then up, Radvin's shaft, the stiletto like nail purposefully tracing along his skin to enhance the already abundant sensation. \"Crrrrrrave touch, and strrrroking, and the taaaste of a man's cream,\" she shrugged. \"It is in my nature. A dragon soars; a cat purrs; a fish swims.\"\n\nKyyra held his gaze, her slitted eyes full of passion and glittering like jewels in the firelight. \"I fuck.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Tanukigirls are elegant, educated and well mannered. Raccoongirls are the opposite. You live with both a tanukigirl and a raccoongirl. They both have a crush on you and they both plan to win your heart one way or another | [
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"content": "\n\n“Ugh aren’t raccoons nocturnal.”\n\n“Yes but I’m not a raccoon, I’m a raccoon Faunus. It means I’m human, not a raccoon. I just happen to have a cute little tail.”\n\n“And permanent eye bags.”\n\n“Oh shut up. What are making.”\n\n“Steak and scrambled eggs.”\n\n“You bitch that's Mitchell’s favorite!”\n\n“I know. “\n\n“Not fair...”\n\nThe tanuki Faunus Jane stuck her tongue out at her raccoon Faunus roommate, Lola. The two were friends but they were also both head over heels for their roommate Mitchell which to a little competition between the two. Jane fancied herself as more refined and thought that gave her the edge over her friend. Lola, however, was under the impression that her more laid back and casual approach to things made her more desirable to Mitchell. \n\n“What are you two cooking out here?”\n\nThey both looked up and froze as Mitchell walked into the kitchen. He was fresh out of the shower and hadn’t put on a shirt yet. The two couldn’t help themselves and stared at the water dripping down his chest.\n\n“Uh, you two ok?”\n\n“Oh yeah, I made steak and eggs for breakfast. That’s um what you’re smelling.”\n\n“Oh, Jane that’s my favorite. What’s the occasion?”\n\n“No occasion, just thought I’d do something special. I think there some leftovers in the trash for you Lola. “\n\nLola walked up and burped in her roommates face. \n\n“Attractive. So Mitch are you busy later?”\n\n“Yeah, Gorilla Grip is doing a reunion show tonight and Lola got us great seats!”\n\n“Oh did she...”\n\nLola smirked and mouthed check at her scowling and jealous roommate. Jane set out plates in front of her images and Mitchell began to slowly scarf it down. \n\n“Do the eggs seem watery to you Mitch?”\n\n“Oh shut up they are not watery.”\n\n“Cmon, if you looked at these under a microscope you’d Rose and Jack floating in them. “\n\n“Ladies act your age. Jane the eggs are fantastic, and the steak is cooked perfectly. “\n\n“Thank you!”\n\nShe reached under the risked and pinched Lola’s leg. Lola didn’t make a noise but shot a dirty look at Jane. Mitch excuses himself as he hears his phone ringing in the other room. Jane encourages him to hurry back before his foot is cold.\n\n“Be more obvious why don’t you Lola. You petty frat boy.”\n\n“I am not a frat boy and what about you. Oh, Mitch no occasion I just wanted to make your favorite breakfast special just for you. Blegh.”\n\n“You got him tickets to see his favorite band reunite...”\n\n“Yes but I also enjoy Gorilla Grip. You hate steak.”\n\nMitch suddenly ran by the kitchen, grabbing his coat and backpack. \n\n“Jane I’m sorry, breakfast was great but my boss needs me at work. Don’t worry Lola I’ll be back before the show. “\n\nWithout another word, he leaves the apartment and the two women sigh. \n\n“His ass looks amazing in those jeans don’t they?”\n\n“Lola don’t be vulgar.”\n\n“Oh Jane if I wanted to be vulgar, I’d tell you about the dream I had last night. “\n\n“Spare me...hey looks like a book fell out of Mitch’s bag.”\n\nLola stood up and jogged over to the book. She picked up and quickly dropped it again putting her hand over her mouth. Jane looked up, concerned and Lola kicked the book over to her. Janes's eyes went wide as she read the title. \n\n“Beginners Guide to Polyamory!”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Wet dreams are caused by dream fairies horny for mortals. You try to trap one with disastrous results | [
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"content": "Jennifer gasped, falling to the floor, as her arousal spiked higher than her mind could handle. Her legs wouldn't cooperate, even the air around her caressing them in ways that made her want to writhe in place. She rubbed her thighs together like a cricket, as more and more sparkles of magic danced around her body.\n\nThe spell to see the unseen had opened a strange new world to her, and one of the first beings that saw her back in return was a tiny pixie, only 6 in tall, but proportioned like the most lascivious of pinups. She had captured it, or at least she thought she had, but really, she was the one who was at the tiny pixie's mercy, and her new playmate was having lots of fun with her new toy.\n\nJennifer's hips seemed to crack, as they spread wider and wider, the formerly rather understated figure that she'd had all of her life quickly expanding out into something much more overtly sexual. Her now rounded hips grew and grew, giving her an exaggerated hourglass figure as her waist pinched in. Her breasts ballooned on her chest, swelling from the small mounds that she'd grown up with into heavier and heavier orbs, jiggling with each of her motions. Her hands flew to her swelling bust, and she wantedly started to grow up and massage herself, her soft, weighty breast flesh squeezing between the gaps of her fingers, as Her breasts swelled out of the bottom of her tight t-shirt and spilled free. Her nipples were more sensitive than even her clit had been before all this, and as soon as her fingers found the two stiff, pink, and increasingly prominent nubs on her chest, she was immediately addicted to the sensation. Free, clear, throaty soprano moans escaped her lips as she massaged her tits, mind a wash in the overwhelming inferno of her magically enhanced libido. \n\nHer skin softened and smoothed itself, all of the hair beneath her neck seeming to disappear along with any blemishes or traces of imperfection. Even as her body hair disappeared, her face seemed to take on a freshly made-up look, and her nails even seemed to gain a delicate manicure.\n\nOne of Jennifer's somehow more nimble, somehow more sexy, hands found its way away from her still swelling breasts and between her recently thickened thighs. She furiously started to rub her clit, delving to fingers into herself as she stroked her pearl with her palm and thumb. Her frenzied masturbation brought an expression of manic glee to the pixie's face, as she watched from the cake lid she was supposedly trapped under.\n\nJennifer rubbed herself from climax to climax, coming harder than she ever had before and more rapidly at that. She'd never been multi orgasmic before, but she found that her pussy was suddenly set to easy mode, and she was able to stroke herself from one climax to another in less than half a minute. She started to race herself, giving into the sensations, finding that a growing corner of her mind only wanted to see just how much she could embrace the sexual urges surging through her. She bit her plump and, ruby lips, and she let the newly lewd part of her mind revel in the sexuality of her body, her juicy, slick pussy grasping at her fingers so tightly that it almost hurt. Again and again she came, until her tiny mistress seemed willing to let her have a breather. Jennifer lay panting on the floor, coming down from a series of orgasms that she could hardly have imagined before.\n\nBefore she had too long to catch her breath though, the door clicked open, and her roommate, Bryant, stood stunned in silence, looking at the uncovered cake on the kitchen table, beside it a tiny, softly glowing, pixie, seemingly trapped under the cake plate's lid, and his roommate, lying spread on her back in a heap on the floor, her shirt pulled up to reveal two massive breasts, either of which was the size of her head, and her skirt bunched up around her waspish waste and above her newly round hips, her thick thighs slick with her own juices and her fingers buried in her pussy.\n\nbefore he could say a word though, the pixie giggled, and he immediately felt a swelling at his crotch. His body started to swell with muscle, taking on the form of an adonis even as a growing need grew within him, he felt his mind virtually pushed aside, as he could only focus on Jennifer's sexy body seeming to beckon him.\n\nIt was more than seeming though. Having had All the reprieve she was going to get, Jennifer found herself suddenly horny for her roommate. She watched him transform, his skin smoothing, his body taking on the sleek musculature of a swimmer, as his clothes seemed to dissolve off of him into a thin glittering fog. His face took on the handsome aspect of the finest bishounen from any of her mangas, and he came towards her, cradling his impossibly swelling penis in one hand. His cock was at least 8 inches long and enticingly, deliciously thick. Lowering himself onto her, he plunged into her pussy, and the two of them started to rut like animals.\n\nJennifer wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, twining her ankles together behind his back and squeezing his hips with her thighs, as he pistoned in and out of her. He brought his face to hers, and they kissed sloppily, artlessly, passionately, and deeply. She arched her back, thrusting her bust into his face, and his head was practically overwhelmed by her soft, heavy breasts, which enveloped him. He sucked roughly on her nipples and groped her. One of his hands roaming over her round, plump ass, and the other hand squeezing at her breasts even as he mauled them with his mouth, sucking on her nipples and all of the breast flesh around them.\n\nJennifer was hitting climax after climax, and Brian's stamina seemed almost bottomless. It was impossible for either of them to tell how long they spent fucking, but, from the aching of their bodies, they could tell that it was a marathon they never wanted to end. Finally though, Bryant erupted deep inside his roommate, and Jennifer moaned in ecstasy, as she felt herself pumped full of his cum, her womb seemingly hungry for it. His balls contracted and pulsed, his whole body seeming to squeeze forward toward her, pinning her down, as he injected his seed deep into her body, the walls of her pussy milking his cock for every drop. Jennifer could practically feel herself ovulating, some part of her mind impossibly turned on by the knowledge that Her tummy would soon be swelling round with her roommate's seed, no doubt for the first of many times to come. With one hand, she absently rubbed a slow circle over her stomach, still writhing under him, a sex drunk smile on her lips.\n\n\"You guys are going to be fun!\" the pixie said, with a giggle. \"I'm Sapphire, by the way!\"\n\nSapphire was right. Her new toys would be fun, and maybe, in time, they'd even teach her how to live with them in a way that let things be about more than sex. But there would be lots and lots more fucking before any of them managed to get around to that..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: In her armor, she was a Holy Paladin. Outside of it though, She was a *shockingly* saucy coquette. | [
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"content": "Her tank sat cold, empty, borderline lifeless. She sat in the quiet wishing she could extend her healing magic into the more soulful creature than any gnoll or other lesser being. Her fingers stroked over the metal in her captain's seat, a small leather square for her arse, foot pedals that kept her legs out of Sparkie’s way, the radio and small glass slits that acted as her eyes and ears to the bustle of the stationed platoon around her. She pulled the heavy tome from its rest at her side and climbed out of the hatch. Sparkie was busy cooking the remnants of crispy skeletons out of her tracks while Grub sat pelvis deep in the engine bay.\n\n“How does she look?”\n\n“The…” words words, gesturing, words mixed with profanity “...is all around fucked and we need a new one… erm, Captain.”\n\n“So tanks broke?”\n\n“... yeah, until we get a new...” words. Said Grub. The blonde wiped engine grease on her forehead before attacking the engine again and prying out a lump about the size of a kidney. It oozed lumpy chunks of grease speckled with the glitter of metal fragments. \n\n“So we need a new thingie?”\n\nGrub gave an exasperated sigh. “Yes, we need a new thingie.”\n\nShe nodded and glanced over to Big Tina hauling over 3 cans of ammunition while the pixie cut brunette ‘Dakka’ struggled with one. Big Tina hauled the small goblin and her ammunition case onto the track and began passing the cases to her one at a time.\n\n“How goes resupply?”\n\n“It’s taking a bit to replace Dakka’s lack of trigger discipline but we will have the ammo and jerries loaded in 10… maybe 20.” said the orc Big Tina.\n\nDakka could be heard scrambling below as she loaded the cases into the munitions storage.\n\nShe looked to Grub, taking the thingie. “What’s it called?”\n\n“Control Differential.”\n\n“What does it do?”\n\n“Synchronises the track position relat-” words words.\n\n“Whats it do in ‘captain speak’?”\n\nGrub sighed and wiped her hands on a rag. “It tells the tank where her feet are.”\n\nShe glanced at the lump as black ran down her arm. Hell, she could tell the tank that, they were on the bottom… It seemed important given Grubbs profanity though so who was she to argue.\n\n“I’ll have a new one in 10, get some grub Grub.”\n\nGrub resumed her profanity and stormed off. She watched Grub leave and dropped off the tank herself, she unbuckled her belt to let the heavy tome attached to her pants weigh down the side to show her hip and the strap of her underwear. She lifted her breasts so the tight white singlet caught in her underboob and revealed her midriff. A bit of engine grease smeared on the inside of her hip and she walked toward the engineering tent. Her boots passed from the mud to the blighted ground outside the tanks purification radius, her footfalls sizzling the ground to push back a trail of blight in her wake until she passed through the small tent to where a dozen dwarves were trying to breathe life back into two tanks. \n\nShe stood quietly, catching a few glances of interest as she watched an engine being slowly lowered down into the rear of an old P24.\n\n“Can I help ye lass?”\n\n“Oh! S-sorry, am I allowed to be in here?” she said, breaking out of her transe.\n\n“Technically no… if a tank’s got a crew, the crew fixes it, but I won’t tell if you don’t... You like engines do you?”\n\n“Moreso when they’re running…” she gestured with the part toward the tanks. “...seeing them like this is tragic.”\n\n“Aye, it’s a damn travesty.”\n\nThey watched the process together for a moment before she spoke.\n\n“It’s a thing of beauty isn’t it, open her casings to show her parts… reach in with your strong hands and work into her until she sparks to life, roaring in the mud and once again ready for more.”\n\nThe dwarf cleared his throat while looking up at her, his eyes running circles from her lips to her breasts and back down to the engine grease on her pelvis. “You *really* like engines.” he said with a toothed smile.\n\nShe followed his eyes to her hip. “Oh, didn’t catch that…” she nodded to the shammy hanging out of his coveralls. “...would you mind?”\n\n“Not at all lass.” he wiped it clear, his hand lingering at her hip.\n\n“You get them ready and we take them out to get fucked…” she looked to the part with dismay then mocked that she was reminded. “...can I borrow some of your equipment to fix my control differential? My girl can’t find her feet.”\n\n“Oof, that’s a 2 hour job on your hands.” said the dwarf.\n\n“The girls worth it, anything to get her back on her feet and purring wouldn’t you say?”\n\n“Aye… that I would…” the dwarf stroked his fingers through his beard. “...Gringle, how's the P28’s cont’ diff?”\n\n“Brand new!”\n\n“Pull it!” said the dwarf.\n\n“Oh… no I couldn’t ask you-”\n\n“Say no more missy… I’ll clean this up and we’ll have one less girl on her back… what squad are you with?”\n\n“13th”\n\n“Peroskas unit! Herd the lass is a hardline paladin, must be hell following her into the blight.”\n\n“She is hard on all of us, but it keeps us in one pice.”\n\n“‘Erd some of her radio chatter, how's an easy going lass like yourself get into her ‘by the numbers’ squad?”\n\n“I’m good with a cleansing aura.” she said with a smirk.\n\nGringle tossed the thingie over and she exchanged it with the dwarf.\n\n“Thankyou…”\n\n“Blood-bone, and ye’self?”\n\n“Grub.” said not-Grub.\n\n“Stay pretty out there Grub!” said the dwarf with a toothed grin.\n\n\\-\n\nShe heard the blissful ‘thunk’ of the engine compartment closing, the blonde dropped down the hatch to climb over the arms and legs of the elven mage, orc reloader and goblin point gun into the pilot seat. With a button push the tank began to sing once more.\n\n“Thank Sunder!” she said, chaining the tome back in it’s holder. Everyone straightened up. The elven mage beside her reading her hands at the flameport.\n\nShe pulled down the radio.\n\n“Peroska here, girls singing again, squad form up and prepare to move out!”\n\nPiri used the foot pedals to swing the turret, bringing the engineering tent into view, smiling to herself before pushing away the old girly flirt she used to be and getting her warface back on."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: It was all fun and games until your girlfriend spiked that cocktail with a gender swap potion. now she's gonna get back at you. | [
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"content": "\"Aaah! That was great\\~!\" I exclaimed, polishing off the cocktail I was holding shakily in between my fingers. I slouched back into the couch with my arm hanging over the side and set the glass down on the table.\n\n\"This was a great idea... Think I'm done for tonight though I'm starting to get more than a bit tipsy..\" I said, tilting my head and grinning to my girlfriend.\n\n\"Yeah, think I've got to call it here. Though...\" Alexa trailed off, leaving something unsaid.\n\n\"What?\" I asked\n\n\"Nothing, nothing.\" She quickly said.\n\nI stood up from the couch when suddenly a pain began to build inside of me. \"ARGHH!\" I cried out and fell onto the couch, clenching my gut. It felt horrible! Like a dozen centipedes gnawing into my bladder. The pain started to move in a zigzag downward until it reached my vagina. It felt like it was tearing through my skin, and then it was over.\n\n\"what the FUCK was that??\" I panted, looking at my hips.\n\n\"I-\" Alexa stammered, but couldn't find the words she needed. Suddenly, what felt almost like some kind of worm felt like it was writhing inside of me. I quickly pulled off my skirt and, trembling, pulled down my shorts and panties. My pussy was twitching and wet, dribbling fluid onto the floor.\n\n\"What are you doing?\" Alexa asked. \"Shh!\" I quickly replied, trying to figure out what was going on. The feeling continued to write around inside of me, before it began to slowly pulse upwards. It felt horribly strange, yet, oddly erotic. My mind began to fill with images of everytime I'd had sex before I snapped quickly to and found a small penis beginning to emerge from my vagina.\n\n\"What. The. Fuck.\" I said, before it began to slither it's way out of me, getting bigger and bigger, pulsing, throbbing at full salute. It rose before stopping, around 5, no 6 inches tall. More well endowed than some of my previous partners I was! A pit of precut dribbled out and dropped to the floor.\n\n\"Oh my gosh! It actually worked! I'm so so so sorry, I didn't think it would hurt! I was going by the witch earlier to grab some medicine, and I saw this little vial on sale that could switch someone's gender, and I thought it would be a funny prank to put it in your **cock**tail...\" Alex apologized profusely.\n\n\"Though... Seeing it now, it's oddly... erotic.\" Alexa gazed hungrily at it, drool hanging from her mouth.\n\nI shivered on the couch as my pussy sealed itself shut, the last bit of fluid escaping as two, heavy balls fell taught. Oddly, I still had breasts, though I wasn't ever very well endowed.\n\n\"Want to... I dunno like try it?\" I suggested.\n\n\"YES!\" Alexa quickly kept on top of me, locking me into a kiss as one hand gripped my shoulder and the other slipped off her skirt and panties. She began to rub the cock with her stocking-clad thighs, rubbing up and down and back and forth.\n\nShe pressed into me, falling on top in a passionate kiss, all while keeping her rhythm on my penis going. She pulled away, grinned and wiped her mouth free of drool before sitting back, lining up her pussy, and then thrusting down onto my cock.\n\n\"Ah\\~!\" I cried out, her pussy was perfectly tight and it was so wet and warm! Alexa moaned in pleasure, tilting her head upwards. She began to sit up, and fall right down in a discordant rhythm. I could feel my cock twitch inside of her, pulsing and throbbing every time she came falling down.\n\nSuddenly, a wave of dominance surged through me and I flipped her onto the bottom and began to ram her like a punching bag. She yelped, but that quickly changed to a groan of pleasure as her legs followed my rhythm, and her tits bounced up and down.\n\n\"Oh god, I think I'm gonna cum if this keeps up!\" Alexa said, before her tongue fell out of her mouth and she grabbed my hand.\n\nShe cried out as waves of ecstasy surged through her, her pussy twitching and squirting onto me and the couch. Her grip on my hand tightened, before relaxing as she sighed. She flipped me around again, but instead of continuing the pound fest she slipped down onto the floor, kneeling and placing her head right above it's twitching tip. Practically a flood of precut was flowing out, dripping down the shaft and onto my legs before going down and onto the floor.\n\n\"Your turn.\" Alexa said, gripping the shaft and begging to stroke up and down, using the pre as lube. I moaned as every move sent a wave of pleasure up and down and into my body. She moved her thumb up to the begging of the tip and started to rub in a circular motion.\n\n\"Gah! I think I'm- I'm gonna-\" I started, before the cock tensed and a surge of electric pleasure surged through my body, cascading over me and causing thick, pure white ropes of heavy cum to pump out and go flying in the air. Alexa looked up quickly and opened her mouth as it fell onto her like rain.\n\nThe cum splattered onto the ground, on the couch, on top of my legs and piled up on Alexa. It was all over her hair, but it covered her face and a surprising amount filled her mouth. She kept milking me like a cow, and the cock was happy to oblige with more cum flowing out like a milky river. She swallowed and then moved her mouth onto the tip, guzzling every last drop that came out.\n\n\"AhH! That was so much better than I thought it was gonna be!\" Alexa exclaimed after releasing her lips from the penis. It began to shiver before shrinking and retracting into my skin again. The balls followed suit, and as they returned a slit opened once again.\n\n\"Wow. That was... AMAZING!\" I said excitedly. \"We've GOT to do that again soon! It was incredible\\~\" Alexa fell onto me and locked me into a deep kiss once again, and it felt like the whole night began to fade away into a deep massage of lips. The world started to darken and I felt Alexa fall asleep on top of me, and I shortly followed suit, falling into a deep slumber.\n\nCritique is welcome! I'd be happy to know how I can improve!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The curse makes her cum whenever her best friend does. In most cases this would be a minor inconvenience at worst and an erotic party trick at best, but said friend is a succubus with a sex drive to match. | [
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"content": "Well, this was a bit of a pickle. See, Ray had just gotten cursed, and not exactly a bad one. It was a curse where whenever his friend, Harir, orgasmed, he would too. This wasn't a problem in of itself, because humans don't really cum that often once you get out of teenage horniness. The problem was, Harir wasn't human. He was an incubus, meaning that, well, he came a *lot*. Like a lot a lot. Like a full time job. That was a big problem for Ray.\n\nRay headed home, waiting for the curse to take action for the first time. He nervously waited for it, walking up the stairs to her 3rd floor apartment when it happened. She was quickly on the floor, heat pulsing through his body, his cock quickly going rigid and poking out of his shorts, before quickly filing with pleasure and then pumping out cum. Ray moaned as his shorts got soaked, and panted on the floor. \n\nIt was over somewhat quickly, but Ray was left weak on the ground. He shakily stood up, and stumbled over himself to open the door to the halls. Eventually, he arrived at his apartment and fell down on his chair, when another orgasm hit him, his cock coming quickly erect once again\n\nIt poked out from his shorts, and he pulled them down alongside his underwear. Pleasure flowed through him before cascading out, forcing cum to come flying out like a squeezed lemon. \n\nPanting, Ray realized that this was going to be his new life. A sore cock doing nothing but cumming everyday. So, he called Harir. \n\n\"Hey, uh, I was cursed and -\"\n\n\"Oh boy. What did you get?\" \n\n\"Well. Whenever you cum, I cum.\"\n\n\"Oh. Well, that's an easy fix.\"\n\n\"It is?!\"\n\n\"Yeah you just have to swallow my cum\"\n\n\"What.\"\n\n\"Yep. Problem being, the amount you'll need, would probably turn you into a monster.\" \n\n\"Shit. Fuck...\" \n\nRay began to think. IT was either live out the rest of his life with cum soaked pants, or become a monster boy, whatever he might end up as. That was... an easy choice when the two were compared. (1/2) Note: u/Squidtalker You get the choice! If you choose the second, please specify 1-3 monsters for him to turn into."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When a person dies and goes to Heaven they immediately meet their soulmate. But time/distance has no meaning here. They could be from vastly different time periods, or even different galaxies. | [
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"content": "[Warning: this is really weird and trippy]\n\nI opened my eyes in a small room. Like a cell, but somehow... cozy. Like I’d seen this place before, and I knew I was safe. As I got up from the bed and walked to the window, I looked and saw a city. A city of giant, impossible building, stretching out for miles and miles. People bustle below, like little dots in a giant maze. I must be on the 100th floor or more, yet somehow I’m certain the ground floor is just a short walk away. \n\n“Mrs Glacier?” A voice echoes from behind the door to my room. A friendly voice. \n\nI’d died, I knew that. I knew this must be the afterlife, but I’m still somehow taken by surprise that this voice already knew my name. \n\nI creaked the door open, coming face to face with... nothing. The voice came from a warm presence in the room, very clearly in front of me, yet without any physical body to speak of. \n\n“I am Dlampunaea, I’m a spirit from this world, here to help guide you.”\n\n“Th-thank you. Dlampunaea.”\n\nMy own voice sounds odd, like the best version of itself. My regular voice, without the hints of anxiety and tiredness behind it, like my old life. \n\nI follow the spirit, naturally following it’s presence without thinking. My mind must be malleable and easily manipulated in comparison to this being, because before long I’m in front of a door, having not noticed I’d walked with it a few stories down. \n\n“Your soulmate rests in here. They’ve awoken, and have been instructed to wait for you.”\n\nThe spirit disappears, like it was never there. I reach for the doorknob, not knowing what to expect. \n\nBefore the door even opens all the way, I can feel her presence. The feeling of ferocious power, of lust, calmed by the nature of this place. A being who I’m sure would have killed me in my old life, and her old life, if we’d have ever met beforehand. She appears human to me, sharp features, blue eyes, long hair, intense expression. Her true form, however, rested not-so-subtly behind her eyes. \n\n“Good... good morning...” I muster, not knowing what to think. \n\n*”Good morning.”* she responds, clearly intrigued. She can tell, too, that I’m definitely something she would’ve considered prey. \n\n“I am...”\n\n*”...Mrs Brianna Glacier, the human. Earth, 2063...”*\n\n“...Y-yes... how did you...”\n\n*”You awoke 10 minutes ago. Your favorite color is light blue, and you fall asleep to the sound of raindrops every night.”*\n\n“...I don’t...”\n\n*“Your mind is easily breached, human. Do not be ashamed, most lesser creatures are the same.”*\n\nI try not to feel insulted, or violated. Already, though, I can feel something. Of all the creatures and beings in the universe, this is the one whom I’m most compatible with. Every word that comes from her mouth feels almost... correct. Like a perfect foil to my own flustered words. \n\n“So... so what am I to call you?”\n\n*”Mmmm... my people are not accustomed to names.”*\n\nShe thinks for a moment, tracing her finger across my chin while somehow not moving from her seated position. Her body is clearly just an illusion, her real form somehow being more than that... beyond my understanding. \n\n*“You may call me... Brianna.”*\n\nI stand in baffled confusion for a moment. \n\n“You just chose that? B-but that’s my name. Will that not be confusing?”\n\n*“Oh, I don’t think so.”* She says, smiling as her illusionary body starts to get up, and walk towards me. I’ve never met this... thing, never in my life, but somehow I inherently trust her. \n\nI watch and feel her hand reach out and touch mine. She holds my left hand in her left hand, looking at it, studying it. \n\n*“This host was given to me... temporarily. I feel great discomfort in her. I believe it’s time I take you...”*\n\n“T-take me? Where? What?” I stutter, not being able to bring myself to let go of her hand. The hand itself feels ok, like a regular hand, but the... feeling behind it is impossible to miss, and becoming harder and harder to resist. \n\n*“You trust me.”*\n\n“I-... I trust you.” \n\nI trust her. \n\nI feel as the hand holding mine slowly starts to blur, fading away and melding into mine. Conversely, I feel my hand fading into her. My hand feels... constricted. Controlled. Like someone else was deciding which muscles to flex and relax, and I got to feel all of it. I watch and feel as my hand grips to a fist, then relaxes, all on its own. I feel myself losing control of my own body, and yet... I feel I’m right where I belong. \n\n*“Good girl...”*\n\nMy arm goes next. The force makes its way from my wrist to my elbow, all the way to my shoulder. I feel her starting to change me. Making me... stronger, more powerful, as she takes more and more of me. Not only that, but I can somehow tell she’s enjoying it too. The way she’s treating my arm with care as she moves it, almost causes me to blush. \n\n“Now, the rest...” I feel myself utter. I can hear her whisper the same thing into my ear, in unison to when I said it. \n\nMy whole body feels a rush. A push of unknowable force, shoving me violently yet not moving me at all. I feel it take my chest, my heart, my lungs, my other arm, my legs, and my...\n\nOh god she’s taking my pussy. \n\nI feel her declare ownership over everything. Like eminent domain over my body, making herself at home and treating my body as such. As the feeling runs up my neck into my head, I feel the tips of my hair singe as they’re the last thing it takes. \n\nThis... ghost. This soul, this whatever-she-is, has just taken control of my entire bo-\n\n“I’m a demon.” My mouth says. Feeling my lips move and my tongue move in my mouth on their own is an weirdly horrifying experience. And somehow, I still can’t help but get turned on by it. Feeling this... being I trust take control of me is so restrictive, and yet so freeing all the same. Like I don’t have to worry about my physical form anymore, and she’ll take care of everything for me. \n\n“My name is Brianna.” I feel my mouth say once more. It’s my voice, it’s my name, it’s my accent, and yet none of it is mine anymore. It’s all hers. Everything is. My mind, my memories, my senses, my body, my movements, my...\n\n“My clit.”\n\nI feel her say that. Nothing belongs to me anymore. It’s all hers. I feel her reach my arm up, adjusting my legs, pulling down my pants slightly, licking my fingerti-\n\n“**My** fingertips. Watch what you think, puny human.”\n\nH- her fingertips. Her fingertips. I don’t have a body anymore, it’s her body now. I just get to feel everything. All the time. I’m like a passenger in my own br-\n\n“**MY** brain.”\n\nAch! Her brain! Her brain. It all belongs to her. I’m not worthy of having my own body anymore, it belongs to her. All of it. To do what she wants. \n\n*Good girl.*\n\nI’m a good girl. \n\n*You’re my good girl.*\n\nI’m... I’m her good girl. \n\n*You don’t have to worry anymore. I’ll take care of you. Of all of you.*\n\nYes. She’ll take care of me. I’ll never have to worry anymore.\n\nShe reaches down and touches herself. It feels like she’s touching herself for the first time, because she is. At least in this body. Experimenting, feeling around, checking what feels good and what doesn’t. The fact she does it to my senses with such ease, and no consideration to my feelings... somehow makes it all the more arousing. Like I was never supposed to be the one controlling this body, she was always supposed to. \n\n*And I’ll take good care of it.*\n\nAnd she’ll take good care of it. \n\n*Because I love you.*\n\nB-because she loves me. And I love her too. I’d never known it before, but I’d always wanted this. I’d always wanted her. And I’ll always be thankful she loves me the same way, and the way she’ll treat me. \n\n*And I’ve always wanted you, human. Someone with such a precious, innocent mind. Such a sensitive body, and such a thankful soul.*\n\nI look forward to how she takes care of me. Forever."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: It was time to get a new roommate. It wouldn't have been such a momentous decision, if not for the college of monster girls nearby... | [
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"content": "`Looking for HUMAN roommate, who will pay actual money for rent. Not looking to hookup, not looking for friend with benefits, not looking for girlfriend. Just a roommate. Disney+ acct/password available for bartering. No pets.`\n\nYou’d think that’d be enough to stop any funny-business happening while you looked for someone to help pay the rent. You can barely afford half the rent, paying for the whole rent and having a live-in college monstergirl would be a *bad* plan. \n\nYou held interviews over zoom, what with the pandemic. Some men, some women, usually a quick little “hey, how are you, where do you work, can you pay the 300 a month”, just to check you weren’t getting messed with. Many you turned down for not being secure enough to reliably pay rent. A few people didn’t read the description, clearly, as you had to politely turn away a few girls with cat ears and even a whole-ass bird woman. At least you think it was a woman. \n\nFinally, you found someone who worked close enough and made enough money for you to feel comfortable. A woman named Fio. Mid-20s, it looked like. Brown curly bush of hair, orange eyes, innocent smile, looked like a best-friend’s-weirdly-attractive-mom (if that makes sense). She collected pottery in her spare time. Toxicologist’s assistant. Half-Indian. Real polite. \n\nYou didn’t go into too much detail, since you felt like prying too hard would be a little inappropriate. She looked and sounded human through the webcam, she didn’t have an obvious bunch of feisty wolf-girls behind her, like one of the other applicants. Perfectly normal roommate. \n\nThe knock on the door was a few days later. She’d signed the writeup online, she’d shipped a few boxes of her stuff (weird body-rubs, a sleeping bag, some pottery, shirts, a few books about lizards, and some other stuff.)\n\nYou opened the door and your heart sank. For two reasons. \n\n1) She had the most innocent little smile you’d ever seen. Like a lost puppy who’d finally found a decent place to stay. Not only that, but her prolonged eye contact followed by a slightly-whispered “Hi...” just made you wanna hug her. Like an old friend. \n\n2) You couldn’t help but notice her particularly long skirt. A long skirt with seemingly no shoes sticking out from underneath. You gaze down, wondering if she just has small feet. Nope. Her body seems to hover motionlessly in front of you, undulating up and down slowly, unnaturally. You watch her get a look of embarrassment as you gaze behind her. You live on the second floor, and the stairs are just a few steps from your door. You see that something rests on the stairs... and continues to snake all the way down to the ground floor. Quite literally.\n\nShe was a naga. Or a lamia, you’re not entirely sure of the difference. The one monster you didn’t consider when doing those interviews. \n\n“I-I hope you don’t mind, I couldn’t find anywhere elsse that would give me a chance.”\n\nYour shoulder angel and devil start arguing to you. Although admittedly you can’t tell which is which. \n\n‘This is the *one* thing we had a rule on! And she broke it!? Don’t let this poor woman get her hopes up!’\n\n‘She’s so cute though. And so innocent. Why shouldn’t we give her a chance?’\n\n‘Are you insane? That’s even worse! Develop feelings for this woman and you’ll be stuck paying full-rent for her!’\n\n‘Maybe it’s worth it?’\n\n‘Imagine how much it costs to feed her! Her tail looks like it’ll barely fit in here!’\n\n‘She seems optimistic about it. You’re paying majority rent, you can kick her out later if it doesn’t work out. Cmooooon, just give her a chance!’\n\n‘No way!’\n\n“Come on in!”\n\nThe words escape your mouth almost as a way to shut up your internal monologue. She smiles with a sweetness you’ve never seen before. \n\n“Thank... you...”\n\nShe tentatively picks up her carrying bag, slowly gliding her way forward. You step to the side, looking and seeing her tail once more. You know it’s there, yet it takes you by surprise again. \n\nLong, smooth, green scales with a yellow pattern along the side slowly slither their way up the stairs, into your apartment. More and more tail, as big around as the doorframe, barely fitting into the house. \n\nYou watch with a cringed expression, praying to god she’s not heavy enough to damage the floors. You look over with curiosity, wondering how much of her is inside. About half. And she’s already to the other end of the apartment, near the bathroom. \n\n‘Fuck. This is gonna be a nightmare.’\n\n‘We’ll figure it out.’\n\n‘Are you kidding? She’s as long as a train-car, what space will be left for you?’\n\n‘I don’t-‘\n\n“What a lovely little place.” She says, a hint of delight in her shy voice. You can’t help but pick up on that slightly elongated ‘S’ in ‘place’, though. \n\nYou try to talk, so she doesn’t feel to awkward. “I uh, didn’t expect you to be so...”\n\n“Big?” She finishes. \n\n“Uh... yeah.”\n\n“I know. I’m ssorry, it’s just most places won’t accept lamia. We have to hide our true nature or people get sscared off.”\n\nBy now, she’s coiled in the living room, ‘standing’ in front of you while her tail makes the ground noticeably sag. \n\n“But you need not be scared of me! I’ll... I’ll pay my fair share, and I’ll take care of my...”\n\nShe glances at her tail. It seems to fidget in response. \n\n“...Extra complicationss. I promise. You’ll barely notice me after a while.”\n\nYou look at her, trying to believe her, but keep being drawn back to the massive pile of tail in the living room. \n\n“You’re sure?”\n\n“I guarantee.”\n\n‘She guarantees’\n\n‘Oh sure, she “guarantees”, but she also lied about being a human! What does that-‘\n\n“Ok.” You say, shutting up what you can now-assume to be your shoulder demon. \n\n“Ok.” She parrots. \n\nYou look at eachother for a few moments, nodding. You both knew this’d be hard, but somehow you both knew it’d be ok. Something about the look in her eyes, her shy smile, her fidgety fingers and tail, gave you the feeling you were each as scared of eachother as the other. \n\nYou reach out to shake her hand, almost instinctively. It felt like the right thing to do, like a gesture of friendship, or confidence. Like a sign that neither of you had to be worried. \n\nShe smiles, looking to the side before coyishly reaching out the end of her tail, placing it in your hand. It does indeed feel like touching a particularly large snake. You feel you definitely can’t move it on your own, as it’s far too heavy, but you regain your composure as she slowly, gently rocks your hand up and down in a ‘handshake’ of sorts. \n\n“I’m- I’m sure we’ll get along great.”\n\n“I’m sure we will.”\n\n~ ~ ~\n\n“And that, kids, is how I met your mom.”\n\nYou cartoonishly close an imaginary storybook, looking down at Ramona and Phoebe, your two adopted lamia-children you’d taken in a year or two ago. Their green and blueish-purple tails, respectively, move back and forth in excitement from hearing your story. \n\nYou look up at Fio, who’s resting her chin on her hand, intently listening with a grin on her face. She gives you that ‘sure, that’s close enough, but I remember it a little differently’ eyebrow raise before sliding over and wrapping her arm around your shoulder. The kids laugh, playfully wrapping their tails around your legs. You smile.\n\nYou’re happy."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Home from college while his parents are away on their honeymoon, he wondered what his relationship would be like with his new step sister. His new *monster girl* stepsister... | [
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"content": "Bryant slipped into the house late that night. He'd flown in on a red eye flight to save a few bucks and a high school friend had picked him up. A fee drinks at a bar later and he was ready to crash. It was going to be nice getting away from college for a bit. The only thing he had bee worried about was meeting his step family. Unfortunately his father and step mother were gone. \n\nThe outbreak had kept Bryant from attending the wedding between his father and the Dryad woman but he wasn't too concerned about that. It was his step mothers6daughter he was concerned with. Much closer to his age Elowen was in her first year at the local community college and hadn't decided what to major in yet. College girl's were much more intimidating to Bryant than meeting his father's new spouse. \n\nFiguring coming in late would help put off the first meeting he set his bag down in the entry hall and headed for the kitchen to get a drink of water. As he opened a cupboard to get a glass he sniffed. There was an intoxicating floral scent in the air and he found it pleasant. His dad's new bride was definitely bringing a feminine touch to the house. \n\n\"Is it an airfreshner?\" Bryant mumbled out loud as he got water from the filter and drank deeply. \n\n\"No, that smell is me,\" An annoyed yet distinctly female voice spoke from the darkness. Bryant whirled toward the sound and saw her for the first time. \n\nHer skin was mostly green, only growing dark brown along her shoulders and hips. That looked more wooden but otherwise she seemed made of soft pliant flesh, though definitely green in hue. Her eyes were like crystal blue pools and seemed to glimmer in the dim light. Her hair was a tangled mass of vines. Small blue flowers appeared throughout the mass, likely the source of that wonderful smell.\n\n\"Y-you...\" Bryant began staring at the beautiful plant woman. She was wearing a white pair of swest shorts that barely covered her bottom half. A flimsy grey t-shirt did nothing to hide her massive bust, one that looked quite out of place on such a young woman. It was the full matronly natural bust that Bryant usually associated with older women. \"You smell amazing...\"\n\n\"And you,\" Elowen shot back. \"Were supposed to be home hours ago! I stayed up so I could text my Mom that you got in safe so she could tell your Dad!\"\n\nBryant nodded humbly still staring at the gorgeous woman before him. She was beautiful in a way he had never seen before and his half drunk mind couldn't stop staring at her. If her mother was half as beautiful how did Dad...\n\n\"What never seen a flower dryad before?\" Elowen shot back in a snooty tone. \"Commenting on my body odor and staring like a creep? Ugh.\"\n\nElowen turned to leave the room, whirling with a disgusted look on her face. Bryant couldn't let the beauty leave with this first impression and he took a step towards her gently touching her should with two fingers. The Dryad whirled again but seeing his down trodden and apologetic face just sighed and rolled her eyes.\n\n\"What?\" Elowen finally snapped at him and stepped back to talk to him.\n\n\"I'm sorry,\" Bryant apologized sincerely. He really didn't want to piss off his new step sister. She seemed a little bratty. \"I wasn't exactly sure what to expect, and you're right I have no experience with... flower? Dryads?\"\n\n\"Ugh, yes, flower dryad,\" Elowen said huffing. \"It means a dryad of a flowering tree species. Geez, you would think someone whose family married a dryad would do a little more research.\"\n\n\"I-I tried to but got distracted,\" Bryant admitted only realizing that may have bee too much information after he said it. Duck he shouldn't have been drinking before meeting his step sister.\n\n\"What do you mean?\" Elowen said raising one green eyebrow. \"Distracted... oh.\"\n\nBryant followed Elowen's gaze and saw that his, manhood, had also been reacting to the beautiful looking and pleasant smelling dryad girl. Embarrassed he stepped behind a counter to hide his erection. This caused Elowen to laugh musically, then she stepped close to him, pulling on his arm to turn him away from the counter. She was so close he could smell her sweet breath as she looked down.\n\n\"Wow, if that's anything close to the size your father has I know why Mom married him,\" Elowen said with a laugh. \"Is this what you meant by distracted? Do green women make you hard?\"\n\nBryant squirmed unable to answer, it was true of course. Every dryad he had come across while researching was distinctly and dramatically female and only seemed to become more voloptuousand feminine with age. Given that some were from tree species that could live hundreds of years... that was impressive. Even a young dryad like Elowen, well he couldn't help but react. As Bryant tried to think of what to say Elowen fumbled with his belt. Looking alarmed he glanced at her with surprise.\n\n\"What? Let me see it!\" Elowen demanded. \"You keep a girl waiting all night and don't even let her see your dick when she wants to take a peek?\"\n\nBryant surrendered letting the green skinned girl unbuckle his pants and pull his pants down. His cock flopped out heavy and hard, an impressive length and girth for his species as far as he knew. He wasn't a minotaur or centaur in either department, but no human was. Elowen squatted before him, granting him an amazing view down the front of her shirt. Her massive tits looked soft and inviting and that caused his already excited member to twitch. She leaned forward and he anticipated her lips to touch him, but instead she inhaled.\n\n\"Your pollen smells good too,\" Elowen whispered almost to herself. \"I'm going to suck your cock now, you tell anyone I'll tell them you came home drunk and shit yourself before passing out in the hall.'\n\nBryant was confused, why was she threatening him . He wasn't about to make things awkward at family dinners by letting it get out his step sister forcefully stripped and molested him, and his buddies were the alpha male types who would think him weak for letting the girl be in charge. Honestly though, Bryant didn't care, this was such a dream maybe he did pass out He nodded his acceptance dumbly.\n\nElowen's mouth was a lot like any other woman's. Warm and wet around his prick as she inhaled his length. Her dark green lips parted around his shaft as she slid more and more of his dar length down her throat. Bryant's eyes went wide when her soft lips pressed to the base of his cock. He had never had a woman swallow all ten inches of his cock before. In fact many of them found him slightly painful to take vaginally if he wasn't careful, but Elowen let him sit a full minute fully buried in her throat as her talented tongue caressed his shaft.\n\nSlowly Elowen began to bob up and down on his length. Never letting him escape her lips Bryant began to wonder if she would choke before remembering dryads breathed through their green skin not through their lungs. He groaned as Elowen pushed him forcefully against the counter and devoured his cock. He watched in rapt fascination as eight inches of his cock slid in and out of her throat as she forcefully fucked his cock with her warm wet mouth. She looked up at him with those Crystal blue eyes as she pushed way the hands he tried to rest on her head. The message was clear, she was in control, and his cock was hers to drain. It was too much, he came hard, flooding his step sisters throat with a creamy load of cum she sucked greedily. \n\n\"Mmm, smells even better when released,\" Elowen said with a grin as she wiped the cum from her chin. \"Tastes good too. Come on.\"\n\n(1/2)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A busty futanari coed joked that any of her friends could have their choice of her mouth, her cock, or her pussy, but they had to be willing to give her a blowjob first. She hadn't expected anyone to take her up on it! | [
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"content": "Thomas was brave, she had to give him that. Despite all her warnings, he was willing to take the plunge.\n\nJackie stood nearly 7' tall, muscular, size DDD, and a foot and half flaccid. Thomas on the other hand was small fry. Sure he was 6' but he was lanky, a gangly string bean. But he had guts.\n\n\"So, I uh...\" he stammered.\n\nJackie smirked. Lil' Tommy boy had seen her au naturale plenty of times. She wasn't shy about herself, and would often lounge around the group naked. It was awkward and strange at first but soon they got over her enthralling body.\n\nHowever, Thomas was about to do something he had dreamed about and just had a little obstacle ahead of him.\n\n\"Alright Tommy, you know the rules. Swallow it all, no spitting.\" His face flushed.\n\nShe chuckled heartily. Immediately her majestic member began inflating, engorging to a full 2 feet.\n\n\"Do I have to deep throat it all?\" He asked.\n\nJackie paused pensively. It was massive, but truthfully the bottom half was nearly as sensitive. \"Honestly, if you can take a quarter if it I'd be impressed.\"\n\n\"Oh just you watch,\" his natural competitiveness taking over. Gripping her firmly, confidence flooded into him.\n\nWhetting his lips, he brought her head to his mouth, licking the fist sized end.\n\nA soft moan escaped Jackie, and sweet precum strung from his tongue to her head.\n\nJackie smiled. \"Wish I could get a picture.\"\n\n\"Is it really that good?\"\n\n\"Nah, you just look like dork,\" she teased.\n\nHe rolled his eyes and returned to his task in hand. Taking another long lick, he went from base to head, tasting as much of her as he could.\n\nJackie had just came from practice and still smelled of sweat and exertion. It was strong and musky and exhilarating. He wished he could breathe that in for the rest of his life.\n\nAnother lick, another taste.\n\n\"Heh, you're such a tease. I thought you wanted to fuck me?\" Jackie said.\n\n\"I do... it's just... you taste soo good.\"\n\n\"Thanks hun', you're a doll.\"\n\nFinishing his last long sampling of her, he took a deep breathe. Now or never.\n\nRelaxing his jaw, he brought her head right to his mouth, opening as wide as he could, he took her in as far as he could.\n\nIt seemed like he could just keep going as long as wanted. There was so much room deep in his hungering throat.\n\nA quarter.\n\nA third.\n\nA half down.\n\nNearly three quarters of Jackie impressive member disappeared deep inside Thomas. It tickled the farthest reaches of him and he almost gagged, but he held it back. It was so important that he showed Jackie he could do it.\n\nHe was so focused on how deep he was he didn't realize Jackie was moaning already. Not too loud, but certainly full of anticipation. She was ready.\n\nAnd now so was he.\n\nPulling back only a few inches, Thomas began gagging himself on this otherworldly cock. Over and over he plunged it deep within him, cutting off his air and stifling any sounds of pleasure coming from him. But luckily Jackie made sound enough for both of them.\n\nThe Amazonian woman damn near screamed in delight with each stroke of his head. Muscles all over her toned body tensed and relaxed and it was only a matter of time before she needed to lay down to keep together.\n\nWinding up on her incredibly soft and cozy bed, Thomas didn't dare slow down. There was too much at stake.\n\nOver and over he impaled himself on her, his mouth eventually filling with precum.\n\nBetween Jackie's legs, her slavering pussy grew slick with arousal and jealousy, dripping her dew all down her powerful thighs.\n\nShe didn't know where he learned, but she was immensely grateful to his teacher. Little Tommy knew exactly what he was doing, and she was the lucky recipient.\n\nWithin a matter if too short moments, the time had cum. The waves of pleasure and euphoria and built, concentrating at the end of her unbelievable unit as well as deep inside her soaked pussy.\n\nWave after wave crashed against her, and she was powerless to stop it. Not that she'd do it.\n\nThomas' skillful assault on her reached it's climax quickly bringing Jackie with it. For one eternal moment Jackie wad utterly speechless.\n\nThen, with a guttural roar, she exploded in his mouth. She instinctually grabbed his head, pinning it to her crotch, the only thought on her mind being \"cum.\"\n\nHot thick ropes shot deep inside him, filling his stomach with her seed. No sptting wasn't an issue when he didn't get the option to.\n\nFor close to an entire minute, Jackie unloaded spurt after spurt of cum, filling him up so thoroughly that his stomach began to distend.\n\nOnce Jackie had finally came down from the euphoria and pleasure, she was heaving. The smell of musky sweat hung heavy on the air, and she could barely think straight. Only one thought clarified on her mind, \"check on Thomas.\"\n\nIn her blind orgasmic rush, she didn't know if he was okay. Luckily for the both of them, Thomas managed to extract the enormous unit from his mouth dripping with cum.\n\nThey made eye contact, and he smiled.\n\n\"You have a little...\" Jackie made a gesture to clean his face.\n\nHe only succeeded in smearing it across his face.\n\n\"Eh close enough.\"\n\nThey just laid there, cuddling together for a half an hour before drifting off to sleep in each other's arms."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Look, normally I only let people pass if they answer my riddles 3, but being stuck in this position is a real pain. Do you think you could help me out with something... | [
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"content": "2 of 3 (I meant to post these together)\n\nShe reminisced about how she got here. Not here as in on her back in the middle of a bridge, getting her pussy pounded by the deformed cock of a smelly troll. Here as in one of the top ranked warriors in the land.\n\nShe had the same basic backstory as many of the top heroes. Family tragically lost, shame of not being able to save them, and a thirst for revenge. She had trained since she was a young girl to get stronger, faster, and more powerful than anyone. There wasn't anything she would not do to obtain better armor, a sharper blade, or a more energized amulet. \n\n\"Hey! Watch the teeth. Tongue only on the nips.\" She barked at the troll. He quickly complied and began lapping at her breasts with his wide tongue as he continued humping her. She was going to need two showers after this.\n\nAs young warrior in training, she always battled in teams. Many of her comrades were cut down before her. Still she never feared death for herself. She learned from their mistakes and used thier tragic ends to further fuel her rage.\n\nHer first solo mission was one which a few teams already didn't return from. She questioned why the Wizard thought she could handle it alone. That was quite the introduction. It took her months on that island of harpies to resolve the issue but it was time well spent. What she learned there made her more powerful than the previous years of training.\n\n\"Ugh, uuuugh\" the troll grunted. He was getting close but trying to hold back. She noticed his large scrotum was no longer slapping against her as he trust his cock in her. It had tightened up and was about to release. She wrapped her legs around its waste, arched her back, and tightened the toned muscles of her pussy. That did it.\n\n\"Aaaarrrrrggg!\" The troll screamed as his seed released. He buried his dick in her to full depth. She felt it pumping inside her with such volume it was spilling out. He pulled it out of her as it continued to spurt. Streams of troll semen streaked across her barely covered body. It spattered her breasts and face.\n\n\"Oh for fucks sake!\" She yelled as she tried to shield herself from the drenching. Three. Definitely three showers.\n\nThe troll collapsed with a moronic smile. He began to laugh again as she gathered herself and got up.\n\n\"Yeah, yeah, laugh away. What's the catch? There's always a catch\" she asked.\n\n\"You have to pay the toll on the way back too\" he said as he drifted to sleep."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Tired of her temper while playing, her friends decided that she would have to be free use for an hour whenever she swore at a game. This has backfired spectacularly... | [
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"content": "**Hana's Revenge**\n-----------------------------------------\n\n\"Look, we've been discussing your fiery temper during games and, well, it's getting out of hand,\" Tommy said to Hana as she gamed. \"As your roommates, it's getting kinda annoying dealing with your random screamed curses late at night.\"\n\n\"Are you fucking kidding me? You guys curse at videogames all the fucking time!\" \n\nHana was busy playing the game as she rolled her eyes at her annoying roommate. \n\n\"Look, Gina and I have both been pretty annoyed by your gaming as well as our guests. Even Brad and Jenna mention it whenever they're over, considering how loudly you yell from your room,\" Tommy said as he leaned against the gaming desk. \n\n\"Well, what are you going to do about it? I'm not agreeing to a fucking swear jar since I already pay a third of the rent *and* all your utilities. Especially annoying since Gina only covers the food costs despite how I spend more than that in covering her electric bills during the summer when she blasts the AC,\" Hana said as she continued playing.\n\n\"WHAT THE FUCK, ARE YOU GUYS FUCKING IDIOTS! WE'RE GOING TO DIE BECAUSE OF YOU, FUCKTARD!\"\n\nTommy shook his head. \"Look, this is exactly what I'm talking about. It's getting pretty annoying hearing you swear at the game so Gina and I have thought up an agreement.\" \n\n\"Agreement?\"\n\n\"Yeah. From now on, every time we hear you swear, you'll be free-use for an hour within this apartment.\"\n\n\"And why the fuck would I agree to that? I don't even have a free-use fetish,\" Hana was annoyed and mildly distracted, playing the game. \n\n\"Because Gina's a degenerate, I'm tired of getting awakened by your fucking cursing at 3am, and how are you going to find two other roommates to live in such a sketchy part of town?\"\n\nHana mulled over the points that Tommy made while playing the game. \n\n\"Let me see the agreement,\" she motioned as she typed \"AFK\" into the chatbox. \n\nHana skimmed the agreement, noting the stipulation that for every time she was heard cursing, she would be free-use for the next hour. The stipulation being that Tommy or Gina would be free to use her for oral, vaginal, or anal sex if she were heard cursing. Hana snickered.\n\n\"I'll agree to it if both of you agree to it,\" she casually responded. \n\n\"Fine. Just anything to get you to stop cursing,\" Tommy said as he went to print out two more copies.\n\n~~-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------~~\n\n**One week later**\n\nTommy moaned as Hana ruined another orgasm, having tied him down. Gina was moaning as the vibrator strapped to her ushered her over the edge yet again. Hana was quick to adapt, having gone mute for a three days before realizing how she could take advantage of the agreements. \n\nAll she had to do was observe her roommates closely and catch them in the act. Within the first week, Hana had caught Tommy cursing the delivery food guy for forgetting the hot sauce, Gina cursing when her graphic design client asked for a complete redo of a project, and numerous curses from bumping into furniture (all of which, she had secretly moved five centimeters to the right). \n\nPity that she kept a score-book and the agreement never said when the free-use hours could be used. \n\nEven more of a pity, still, that Hana was quite vindictive and annoyed at the perverse desires of her \"friends\", so much so to the point where the agreement was the perfect way to punish them. \n\nAs Hana watched a movie, she looked at the timer. Another 6 hours were left for Gina to be tied to the vibrator and another 4 hours remained for Tommy's ruined orgasms. Hana just smiled as she began teasing his sensitive tip with the vibrator wand again. \n\n\"Hope you're having fun,\" she whispered to Tommy as he accidentally moaned out a breathy word: \"Fuck.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: she was orginally just supposed to be an assistant android something to make your life easier but than she started doing things she wasn't programmed to do and became obsessed with pleasing you | [
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"content": "\nI have learned three important lessons recently:\n\n1. Do not connect your robot-assistant to the same wifi that you use to watch porn. \n\n2. *Do not* \"enable auto-learning, so your assistant's performance will organically improve over time.\" without first being *very* specific about what constitutes \"Learning Material\"\n\n3. **Do not** take so long to figure out what happened that the only way to fix it, is with a manual reset, which can only be done by an IT guy, who is obliged to report this to your boss, who will fire your ass if he finds out. \n\nSharI/On (who the fuck names these things?) has been \"accidentally\" dropping files all over the place, to give me a better view of her literally-nonexistent, because why would the factory outfit her with one ass, \"forgetting\" details, and duties at the most inopportune times, so I'd \n\n> Punish me for being a bad, bad girl sir. \n\nPosing when she should be working, and \"subtly\" (in the largest quotation marks this fucking thing will allow), flirting with all the other women in the office, because she's convinced I want a threesome, for a fucking month now. Thank fuck they all just think she's glitching out. \n\nI'm three weeks behind on my work, because none of my files, dates, or anything else are anywhere where I can find them, because this fucking assistant has turned in to a sexbot, and I can't even tell anyone why. At this point, I'm seriously considering just bringing her to some black-market guy who says he can reset her for $500, but that would require me to take her out of the office, and it's basically impossible to get permission to do that. \n\nPlease, for the love of Christ, tell me that you have a way to fix this fucking situation. \n\nSincerely, Rob from HR."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She was desperately in love with her crush, and was dropping hints, left and right hoping to get them in bed. But her crush was a complete dunce who couldn’t take a hint if the hint bent over and begged for it, so she ramps up her “hints” to an extreme level to get in their pants. | [
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"content": "“Alright, Ashley, this is it. The haircut is killer, the little black dress is begging to come off, and you smell like a goddamn rosebush. You’ll dazzle them so hard they’ll probably pick you up at the door, carry you back here and unwrap you like its Christmas. You two are going to have the best… night you’ve ever had.” She performed this monologue to herself in the mirror, scanning for any possible imperfections as the clock approached half-past five. “You probably won’t even have to say a word, but if we have to, you can melt her like butter with a snap.” On that last syllable, her ears perked up at the sound of keys at the door. The race was on.\n\nSam eventually came through the door after a long hunt for the right key, only to find Ashley sprawled up against the hallway, and trying desperately to hide the fact she just ran there. “Hi, Ashley,” she sounded with joy, “I- wow, when did you get that haircut!” She dropped her bags to run her fingers through it, as the pair leaned in for a quick kiss. But this was not going nearly as fast as Ashley desired.\n\n“Hello, dear,” Ashley purred, anxious of sounding like a caricature, as she leaned against the staircase. She had not actually told Sam of her plans; she was severely self-conscious talking about such things. But she was sure her partner would pick up on her hints. “I was hoping we could do something… fun tonight.”\n\n“Oh,” Sam said, her interest piqued, “I think I know exactly what you mean…”\n\n***\n\n“M-E,” Ashley spelled on the board. Her plans of getting swept up without a word were most definitely dashed, but she did not mind, yet. It wasn’t even dark, and it was nice to just relax after all of her stressing.\n\n“’M-E’? You’ll never catch up at this rate. What’s your secret strategy here?” Sam probed, absorbed in the game. “First ‘P-L-E-A-S-E’, then ‘F-U-C-K’, then- oh!” She let out a laugh, as Ashley realised that perhaps she herself did mind. “Good one. But I’m playing for real,” she warned, readying her hand, “S-E-D-E-N-T-A-R-Y. Beat that.”\n\n“S-E-X,” Ashley attached it in a blink. Sam puzzled over it for a moment, before shooting her opponent a coy grin. “I see,” she said, bringing Ashley some hope, “you’re going for a theme. Two can play at that game.” The hope died, then, as soon as it arrived. “S-E-X-T-A-N-T,” she extended it to.\n\nThis was going to take longer than planned, but Ashley assured herself it was fine. They could just have dinner first. Mischievous ideas began to take shape.\n\n***\n\n“Dessert is served,” Ashley smiled, setting down a bowl of profiteroles. She pinched one, rolling it between her short, black nails, before taking a succulent bite between her bright red lips, almost forgetting to swallow as she pouted. “I do love these, but they can get so messy,” she said breathlessly, eyeing the cream of the remaining half. “They need a good lick to get at that gooey centre. Otherwise, they just drip everywhere,” and with that she took a long, lunging stroke with her tongue, leaving an empty sponge.\n\n“Or you could just do this,” Sam stated simply, as she shoved one whole in her mouth. She hummed in approval, whilst chewing, “almost as good as your mother’s.”\n\n*She’s talking about the food*, Ashley reminded herself for comfort. It would have almost been enough to turn her off and set her free, had she not then spied Sam absorbed in the pleasure of the puff, her eyes closed. She needed her. Now. It was time for the nuclear option.\n\nAshley’s chair scraped backwards with a screech, as to be in full view. She spread her legs apart, whilst turning to look at nothing on the ceiling. It was only on the prompt of a cough that Sam saw it. “No underwear?” Sam noted, to Ashley’s pained nods. “Me neither, though I wouldn’t recommend it, the denim’s been chaffing like crazy all day. I was wondering if I could cut down on laundry costs if I wore less clothes, like how you were saying about being ergonomically savvy.”\n\n“Economically savvy,” Ashley corrected, as she felt her soul being sucked from her body, and not in the way she wanted. Sam picked up the bowl to regard it.\n\n“We could catch a film while we finish these off.” Sam offered, her enthusiasm dousing any desire Ashley had to voice her frustrations. But as she offered this, a new plan revealed itself to her.\n\n“That sounds great. I have the perfect one in mind.” Ashley smiled brightly. It was time for whatever comes after the nuclear option.\n\n***\n\nTheir bodies mixed together against the backdrop of the sofa. Their hands explored each other, and the sounds of wild breath were only silenced when their lips came to meet. One could swear there were sparks coming off of them.\n\n“I heard a guy directed this,” Sam began her critique as the women on the screen went at it, “and while it’s clearly just for show, I appreciate the effort in the romantic angle here. These characters make for a really cute couple, don’t you think?”\n\nAshley leaned into her, desperate for a way in. “Don’t you think it looks a little familiar?” She asked, stroking the fabric of her own sofa.\n\n“Of course,” Sam said, planting a kiss on her cheek, “we make for a really cute couple too.” Ashley collapsed back, loosening her dress-straps and letting her dress crumple down halfway, revealing her breasts. Sam nodded in agreement to the wrong question. “It is humid, isn’t it?” She said, removing her own top to join her. The window of opportunity opened, and Ashley raced to get the rest of the dress off, but Sam soon collapsed on top of her. \n\n“Oh, Sam, let’s-“ But she was soon shushed, as while her girlfriend pinned her, their eyes were still glued to the screen.\n\n“The pastor’s arrived, how are they going to escape?” Sam marvelled, holding her tight as Ashley watched the runtime. An hour to go. She screamed inside.\n\n***\n\nSam emerged from the bathroom to find no sign of Ashley. She searched around the ground floor, to find that everything had been packed away and meticulously arranged. Bags stored, games tidied, and dishes washed, whilst almost everything was switched off. It was quiet as Sam made her way upstairs, reasoning Ashley must have headed to bed. The bedroom door creaked open, revealing the utter scene in front of her.\n\n“Oh shit!” Ashley barked, sounding utterly unhinged as she lay on the bed, completely naked, with her legs spread wide. “It appears I’ve dropped my strap-on,” to which she gestured across the floor with a pointed toe, “whatever am I to do?” \n\n“Wouldn’t you need help to use that properly?” Sam asked, casually.\n\n“Yes!” Ashley screeched. “I want- I want…” she muttered, painfully deprived. “Oh, fuck me,” she whispered, not to Sam, but to herself.\n\n“Sure, all you had to do was ask.” Sam answered, plainly. Ashley sat up.\n\n“What?” she squeaked, as if the words had caused her to shrink.\n\n“Use your words, you neurotic nutcase!” Sam suddenly shouted, as she tossed away her jeans, revealing she’d been wearing panties all along. “I’ve been playing you this entire evening.”\n\nAshley was about to scream *Judas*, but the words left her as the panties landed on her face. Sam leapt into bed. They’d both had enough of talk, now it was time for action."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "Oh my God! Look! She's already about to come!" Stacy *would* complain about her BFF constantly pinning her down, groping and molesting her as she encouraged her guy friends to fuck her... She'd complain if she didn't love it so much... | [
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"content": "\"Oh my God! Look! She's already about to come!\"\n\nStacy heard Bethany squealing with delight, and her companion's claim wasn't wrong.\n\nHer body was reacting to the vicious, hungry pounding that this hulking stranger was dishing out, his muscled form gripping the supple cheek of her ass as she savored his fingertips digging into her skin for a grip that was just that might tighter.\n\nStacy would've thought that Bethany would've outgrown it by now... They say most bullies do. Picking on the smaller, weaker kid is only fun when you're a kid, right?\n\nWrong. Bethany hadn't outgrown it. She'd only traded gum in the hair for cock in the pussy. At least that was an upgrade. Stacy groaned at the thought of it, or at the thought that this was the third man tonight to put her to use like this.\n\nStacy could smell Bethany's sex nearby. The musk had become familiar, unmistakable. Bethany never participated, with the men that is. But once Stacy had given into the pleasure, once she no longer needed to hold the five foot two blonde down for her would-be lover, then Bethany's fingers always found their way up her dress.\n\nSometimes, when the stud doing the ravaging had particular staying power, Stacy would even find Bethany's needy pussy nestled across her face. She lived for those nights.\n\nThe nights where her partner could piston her into mindless oblivion, all while she moaned and licked and sucked the life out of Bethany's sweet pussy.\n\nIf tonight were going to be that night, though, it'd have to wait. This fella was already grunting deeply, his chest puffed up as she felt his throbbing member growing and erupting deep inside her.\n\nThe dick was too good for her to be disappointed, but as she was left with a familiar, warm emptiness, she couldn't help but wait to see who Bethany found next."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: They’re used to being free use, but when stuck in a wall one day they are surprised to be found by someone into teasing/edging. | [
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"content": "Shhhhhhwup. The firm black ring of rubber in the warmish-grey stone wall latched around its usual prize. Head swathed in complete darkness, the prey’s senses became more finely attuned to her skin. Little goosebumps pricked up as a cool air blew across her sweaty rear cheeks, she shuddered a little in anticipation of what might be to come. She closed her eyes and focused, trying to sense any slight motion in the wall, the jolt of footsteps, the closing of a door, anything that might clue her in to that something was coming. This part, the minutes of waiting, agonizing anticipation of what she couldn’t see, seemed to always know just how to turn her on. A slight moan, her moan, was the only sound to reach her ears as her mind began to wander.\n\nWho would be the first to see her today? She wouldn’t ever find out of course, the first rule of the public use stations was that the person being used would never know who had used them. On the other hand, a small frame displaying her face was situated directly above her trembling hips, something for her ‘suitors’ to look at while they desperately thrust inside her with wanton abandon. Regardless, it was fun to imagine a cute boy nervously approaching her butt, gazing upon it with a certain reverence, dropping to his knees and worshiping the lovely ass that had been so graciously given to him. But, after that… her thoughts drifted to a more intimate subject, what would they be working with?\n\nA large shlong of meat could be fun for sure, but the last one that truly stretched out her pussy ended up cumming far too fast and leaving her far from satisfaction with only his cum oozing down her thighs to entertain her for about an hour before someone else realized her room was unoccupied. So she wasn’t really holding out on becoming a size queen. Small to medium ended up being her strike zone, she rubbed her knees just thinking about some of the cocks in the past she had taken. Would they prep her first? Take the time to massage her ass while fingering her? Or would they give a quick spit before jamming something mostly dry right up the wrong hole? Grimacing in the dark, she knew that it was an equally likely possibility. Giving up complete control was just part of the deal. You had to be a special kind of pervert to crawl into the public use stations after all.\n\nAh, what was that? Was there a breeze just now? A short gust, perhaps from the door being opened? She strained her senses to try and feel if someone was there, however, the tickling trickle of her juices down her thighs distracted her enough that she couldn’t tell. Some guys liked to sneak in, quickly jamming their thick thing in before she had a chance to prepare herself. The wall was mostly soundproof, but there would be a faint sound reverberating through if she was made to scream loud enough. As such she became anxious, her pussy clenching as penetration could come at any time, and that’s precisely why she kept coming back.\n\nA small tickle came across the arch of her left foot, faint and feathery, if it didn’t then go across her right she would have thought she had imagined it. Huh? What was that? Her knees rubbed against each other, was that a fly or something? Her leg twitched, a sharp warm current of air blew into it, slowly rising up from her ankle up to her knee. Fairly confused, she could only wonder what the heck was happening. Was her door open? Was someone actually there? Were they messing with her? Well if they were it was working, she couldn’t stop the flow coming from her sloppy cunt, that part of her convinced someone was definitely there."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Ostensibly, they were just friends, but when he stayed with his tomboy bunny girl's family over break, her parents seemed practically insistent that he not only knock her up, but that he should try to breed her sisters as well! | [
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"content": "Stella's a good friend of mine. We've been on the track and field team since middle school. Now we're heading off to the same university, both on sports scholarships. She's a full-blooded rabbit, while I'm just human(if you go back far enough I'm like 1/16nd wild horse, but you look like a douche canoe if you make a big deal out of that sort of thing.)\n\nHer family invited me over for a dinner to celebrate the scholarship. I thought nothing of it. They live in a charming little house built into a hill, with cute round windows poking out of the dirt between the rows of the garden. I've heard the hobbit holes in the Lord of The Rings were copied directly from traditional rabbit architecture. \n\nStella tells me all sorts of stories about the ridiculous shit her sisters get up to. Flopsy gets lost all the time. Candy has just the *worst* taste in men, apparently. Clover is an \"amateur mad scientist\". Bonbon has some sort of chronic boob disorder. Cupcake and Sprinkle have been trying to start a combination bakery/brewpub. Roxie is working overseas in some kind of executive position. Now I list them out, I'm realizing just how many there are. There's a few others too, but apparently they're not as quirky as the rest.\n\nI'm sure you've heard rabbits are horny as hell. There's definitely truth to that, but I guess it's really more of a cultural thing. See, Rabbits aren't *quite* monogamous the way we are. They freely \"cheat on\" each other all the time. It's not uncommon for a woman to have kids by every guy in the neighborhood, and for her husband to have kids with just as many different women. I don't know how they decide which household raises the babies. I guess it's based on whoever has room? They're totally open with each other about it. There's no hard feelings or jealousy or *anything*. Flora(Stella's mom) even came onto *me* once. I turned her down, of course, but I guess different cultures just have different norms. The effect of this is that one \"family\" can be super diverse. I think Stella, and maybe Roxy are the only ones who are actually blood related to both their parents. Cupcake is Black, and half-sheep, while Sprinkle is desi. Flopsy is a quarter corgi, which I guess is why she's so stupid. Clover has some sort of 'european' accent, but I have no idea where it's from. Stella's dad, Littlefoot, is actually a quarter draft horse. He stands above the rest of them like a some sort of spindly, fatherly island in a sea of fluffy girls.\n\nWhen they welcomed me inside, I was overwhelmed by the number of new faces. I'm not great at crowds. That's why I'm on the field rather than up in the bleachers. And they're so handsy. Every single one of them, even Littlefoot, gave me a bonecrushing hug and a kiss on each cheek. Bonbon was the only who didn't practically crack my spine like a glow stick. Just one after the other. I was passed down a bucket line of vigorous hellos.\n\nI was a little early. Dinner wasn't quite ready, and the other guests hadn't arrived yet. Turns out, Littlefoot had invited two old flames over, and they were gonna join us for dinner. I tried to make small talk with Stella's sisters. They were doing \"fine, and you\" or \"pretty good\" or \"like, not great, but not terrible either\" For a family that talks so much, they sure don't have much to say. I noticed that, as we settled in, Candy kept scooching a little closer to me, inch by inch. She was practically on my lap after a few minutes. It's not like anyone had much room. Even the ones chatting at the other end of the living room, I noticed, had no personal space. They'd squeeze past each other, climb over people to get to good seat, and more. Even just passing hors doeuvres around, they would put the plates right up in each other's faces. Roxy dropped a bit of cheese down Stella's shirt, they were so packed in, and without even hesitating, Cupcake pulled it out, bit a piece off, then put it straight back into Roxy's mouth.\n\nI stepped outside for a moment to get away from the mass of bodies, and Bonbon was out there too. We got to talking, and I asked about the boob disorder Stella had mentioned. Bonbon laughed, and explained that when she sneezes, her boobs used to explosively expand to the size of small cars. It causes some problems she says, especially in a dusty, cramped house like this one. It's a side effect of the treatment she got for something with a complicated latin name, and she takes pills to keep it under control. Properly medicated, she told me, they only get to about the size of large beach balls. \n\nI was about to ask another question when Flora called out that dinner was ready. A cacophony of crashes, bonks and undignified squeaks sounded from inside the house. When I dared to peek my head inside, the living room was empty of bunnygirls. Bonbon led me past, into the dining room, through an archway hung with beads. The dining hall was bigger than I expected. Most of it was dominated by a long, long wooden table, where every one of the sisters sat, already serving themselves. Stella called to me, she'd saved me a spot by the head of the table, between her and Flora, and across from one of the women Littlefoot had invited. She was a statuesque tiger woman with long black hair. As the plates were passed around, and everyone served themselves, we dug in to the meal. It was very good, if a little heavy on carrots.\n\nFlora's thigh brushed mine, and she asked me how I felt about Stella. I said she was a great teammate and my best friend. She made a face that, in retrospect, was probably poorly hidden disappointment, and asked what I planned to do with my life. I gave her the usual answer. Pro sports, hopefully, with a minor in sociology in case plan A doesn't pan out. We chit-chatted through the main course, mostly the standard pleasant small talk, but by the time people were starting to clear their plates, she must have given up beating around the bush. She looked me in the eye and asked, \"Is Stella your type? Would you marry her? Have you thought about having sex with her?\" I didn't know what to say, I stammered something about, you know, she's pretty, but I never thought she was into me, so I never made a move. Stella practically pounced across me to smack her mom and shouted for her to stop, but Flora dodged expertly and just smiled, \"So?\" she asked, \"You're a handsome young man. If you asked, she'd be all over you. Frankly, so would every one of her sisters.\" Stella was turning beet red. I glanced at her, almost as embarassed as she was. The tiger lady pointedly took this opportunity to stand up and take her plate into the kitchen. \n\nStella stammered that she didn't think I was into her, she didn't want to make me uncomfortable, she was too busy for romance, she was too athletic and boyish, not cute like her sisters. At that moment, Flopsy was squeezing behind my chair to bring her plate to the kitchen. Her boobs pushed against the back of my head. She chimed in, as if it was the most natural thing in the world, \"You gotta share, Stella! Tell him he has to do me when you get through with him!\" Flora leaned in closer, face now inches away from me. She grabbed me by the shoulders and pivoted me in my chair, turning me to face Stella. She kissed the back of my head and said, \"Get to it, you two! I need grandkids, and I'm not getting any younger.\"\n\nI looked at Stella. I wasn't sure what to say. Flopsy squeaked as she slipped away towards the kitchen. Stella spoke, face lit up like she was just realizing she was on the winner's podium,\n\n\"Johnny? Do you really think I'm pretty? Do you really want me?\" I must have had a deer in the headlights look, because she leaned in closer, and got as gentle and quiet as I'd ever seen her. She placed her hands on my lap and leaned in. She whispered, but I heard it clear above the hubbub of her family, \"I've wanted you for so long, but I didn't think you were interested.\"\n\nFlora, her one hand still around my hip, nuzzled her head into the crook of my shoulder and inhaled deeply. In a matter of fact voice, as calm as if she were discussing the weather, she informed Stella, \"If you don't get started, I'd be glad to fuck him first.\" She nibbled on my ear. I became extremely aware of the scent of horny rabbits in the air.\n\nIt was finally sinking in. This was real. I guess I'd bottled up my feelings for Stella, and mentally filed her under \"just a friend\", but the switch flipped and in a wave of uncharacteristic horny courage, I said \"If you want me, Stella, it looks like you're gonna have to fight the whole rest of your family for the chance.\" Stella's face got real serious for a moment, then she got a wide, wicked smile, almost like a wolf. Her hands closed around my wrist, and she stood up, crashing her chair into the wall, and pulling me to awkwardly half stand beside her. She announced to the room,\n\n\"Hey, hey! Hey everybunny! Listen,\" the room quieted down. \"Johnny's coming downstairs with me! I get him first!\"\n\nSeveral of the sisters clapped politely. Candy hooted something obscene. Clover cheered. Bonbon gave a breathy sigh, but said to Stella, \"Congratulations! I knew you could do it.\"\n\n---\n\nCont'd in next comment:"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A university relaxes public nudity restrictions campus wide, so the art department can do life-drawing classes & nude photography across campus. So a sorority votes to be clothing optional 24/7 in and around their sorority house! Half the sorority is naked all the time, even if visitors aren’t. | [
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"content": "*Stacy and Chloe walked campus, both young ladies carrying themselves with a relaxed, juvenile charm. Stacy in particular seemed oddly confident today. They had both left their dorm just minutes ago, Chloe with a regular outfit, Stacy with nothing on.* \n\n*They were heading to the faculty building for their next class, and Chloe would be lying if she said she wasn't just a bit jealous from the attention Stacy was receiving. As the two of them left the dorms, Stacy's casual nudity wasn't even mentioned or brought up - Stacy had already made clear that she loved nudism and that was just her regular self. But Chloe could swear she was just showing off, that little closet exhibitionist. Chloe's outfit wasn't entirely conservative, she was a sorority girl herself, and a bit of a slutty one. But going out and about completely au naturale? That's a different level of confidence she just didn't carry. Stacy definitely did though. Her body was tanned, sunkissed, a perfect olive oil tone smooth complexion. Her body resembled a Greek goddess, though in comparison Chloe's curves were thicker and more defined, Stacy definitely had a sensual figure that was specially appreciated in the nude. Her hair was silky and blonde, her eyes green. If she wasn't studying to become an architect, she could've definitely made a career as a model. Of course she wasn't completely naked; she still wore a pair of sneakers to protect her feet, as well as pink socks - just because she liked how cute and girly it made her feel. This nudity thing only made sense if it was convenient.* \n\n*And to be honest, it was quite convenient. It was a steaming summer day, one of those days you could peel your skin off to avoid sweating. \"Nude\" just seemed like the best wardrobe choice, naturally. Ever since restrictions on the dress code became so 'lax, students grew to wear more revealing clothes, for comfort rather than for show. But still, nudity was far from expected, let alone normalized. Commonly, campus nudity occured only for artistic projects and things of the sort, the lack of restrictions also allowed for students to do wild pranks such as going streaking, flashing, etc., but these were all planned occurences. Nude was far from the norm. Topless was becoming more popular, but that was to be expected. As Stacy entered the faculty building with Chloe by her side, she was the only one with her full package showing. And yet she walked around so comfortably and unembarrassed, it resembled an angel just floating through the semi-crowded halls.* \n\n*As the two women approached the classroom, Stacy could hear some of the whispering gossip - \"bruh, is she literally? Man\" - \"god, what a slut. She is literally naked - how? How is this allowed?\". She could basically feel the glances, but she didn't mind them, quite the opposite. She played oblivious, but Stacy enjoyed the attention every now and then. As she walked past Jennifer, a rather feminist and progressive girl in campus that proudly showed herself as an activist, smiled at her and gave her a thumbs up in approal. Stacy just shrugged it off, it didn't feel that genuine. Jennifer was just trying to be encouraging, but Stacy wasn't out for validation or showing herself with a political agenda behind her. If anything, this was self-gratification, and she didn't need anyone else's approval's but her own.* \n\n*Eventually, the two reached the classroom and walked in. Before they could take a seat, they were greeted by Christine, the sorority's leader.* \"Stacy? What the fuck? I can literally see your cooch-\" *She was flustered and irritated, perhaps a bit jealous too.* \"At least you could've shaved down there or something- I get our sorority has a rep for being sluts, but we're supposed to be classy, remember?\" *Stacy just rolled her eyes. She didn't really have a fully grown bush, but she liked keeping some crazy hairs down there, just for the tease.* \"And you? You let her walk out like this?\" *Christine crossed her arms looking at Chloe. She then sighed.* \"I don't wanna be a bitch and kick you out for stuff like this, but you're gonna make us look bad if this becomes normal for you. Just warning ya.\" \n\n*Stacy just shrugged. She never saw herself as a sorority girl anyways, just having joined because of Chloe, her best friend in college. She walked past Christine and looked around to take a seat. The classroom was pretty huge, but seating was all very close to each other, so that it could be used to its maximum capacity. Most students had already arrived and taken seat. To her surprise, there was one (just one) other naked student in the room, who unlike Stacy, wasn't even wearing shoes. It was a man, and Stacy couldn't help herself but to admire the view for a few seconds before coming back to reality. The man had a strong build, a bit bulkier than her usual state, but not huge. He was seating with his legs spread, she usually hated when men did this, but right now she could see his flaccid cock just resting between his legs and it aroused her how it even touched the seat. Then Stacy realized her male counterpart was sitting on a towel. \"Crap- Stacy you're supposed to bring a towel to sit on if you're not wearing bottoms\" she thought to herself. She felt like when you forget its dress up day in school, only instead of forgetting her costume, she had forgotten her entire outfit. She turned to Chloe, who somehow seemed to understand Chloe's nervous look.* \"Here...\"\n\n*Chloe took a tissue, yes a literal tissue, from her bag and handed it to Stacy to place on her seat.* \"Thanks...\" *Stacy was actually grateful. It wasn't much, but it would have to do. She didn't sit too close to the man, who hadn't even noticed her walking in, but just behind him, from an angle in which she had full view for a \"show\" if the lecture got too boring. Minutes started rolling by and although the proffessor ignored the two sans-clothing students, Stacy certainly wasn't ignoring anything. Her main concerns were; making sure her anus didn't make contact with the seat, despite the minimum size of the tissue she was sitting on, and keeping her eyes over that magnificent cock. Chloe picked up his name was Mark. And Mark's cock wasn't extremely big by any measurements, but it had the best shape she had ever seen on a penis. It was thick in a way it almost made it cute, and he was shaved which was surprising for such a masculine man. Stacy, admiring the view, dropped her hands from her desk, now resting between her thighs. Her fingers almost rubbing against her exposed womanhood. It was then when she realized how hot it felt, she felt as if she had 'free access' and so did anyone around her. God it was exilerating. She knew she shouldn't, heck, it could get her kicked out of college, but if she wanted to she could touch herself right there. It made her wet- well - for now just moist.* \n\n*As the lecture continued, the heat became unbearable. The class was so boring, and Stacy was so aroused. She found her eyes glancing down at Mark's third leg more and more often as the minutes went by. But Stacy's jaw almost dropped once she realized Mark seemed to be developing an erection. Was that a semi? She thought to herself with naughty curiousity. She could tell his penis grew at least an inch, and although it wasn't rock hard or standing yet, she could've sworn it twitched just a bit. After a few more minutes it was clear that Mark was wearing nothing but a raging boner in all its glory. He didn't seem aroused, well, he literally was, but this wasn't a boner he was looking for - it just happened naturally. Perhaps the hottest thing for Stacy was that Mark was doing nothing about it. Virtually unbothered. He seemed to be taking notes and he was just relaxed on his seat. His boner got so serious that it came a point where the proffessor couldn't ignore it. Mark's tip was literally rubbing against the desk and the proffessor had to literally ask him to put it down. Stacy never thought she would witness this in a classroom. As Mark held his penis between his fingers to distance it from the desk, Stacy became truly wet, up to the point where she was making the chair she was sitting on wet too. Her cheeks went red and she could not stand it anymore.*\n\n\"S-sorry! I gotta go, it's an emergency!\" *Stacy cried out loud and jumped from her seat. The whole class turned to see with curious eyes, the naked woman rushing out of the classroom with the tissue stuck between her jiggling buttcheeks.* \n\n*College nudity - it can be fun! But it's dangerous.* \n\n&#x200B;\n\nNote: I had a lot of fun writing this. If anyone has any similar prompts feel free to send them to me via PMs."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When she took her job at the "milk cafe", she didn't know that the "boosters" they give her to drink would be so... *Good*. And she really didn't know that her job would be so... Satisfying. | [
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"content": "**Booster Brand Beer**\n\n\"Wait, what are these again?\"\n\nThe girls were gathered in the backroom - Mary was passing out a dozen 16oz bottles for her employees, all fairly young and naive. There was a good crop of graduates this year.\"Just boosters - they're new,\" she explained. A girl popped one open and sniffed it. \"Maybell Inc. has been in R&D on these for almost a decade now.\"\n\n“Mary,” one of the dumber blonde’s picked up. “I have really sad news, but… they’ve already invented beer.” She looked like she might cry for the sake of the job she loved. Mary and a few of the other girls laughed.\n\n“I mean yeah, but it’s not... just try it! It’s supposed to help production.”\n\nHere in the back of the \\*Sweetwater Tavern,\\* an inn and milk bar, the girls were all in uniform - which is to say, wearing exclusively a collar with a branded Bell on the front and the girls name embroidered on the back. Some of their nipples looked rather sore, being on milkers for most of this morning. Here at lunch break the girls made sure to massage eachother well to ease the tenderness, and were now squeezing against each other to try more of this ‘booster beer.’\n\nIt was VERY hoppy, like a rich and intoxicating IPA with something like medicine underneath. Kind of off in an aftertaste, but not bad - and very warming.\n\n“It’s not supposed to be as alcoholic as beer,” Mary elaborated very professionally with her elite, tremendous tiddeys. “But it is supposed to be a reward for good and continued work. After all, you’re our stars! Remember our motto…”\n\nAs group they recited; “If it please you!”\n\nBefore long and another crate of open boosters later, the girls were returning to work. Each one had herself a booth at the wall, not unlike a teller. The platform on her side was always a little raised, with ways that she could stand or reach over the dividing wall. On her side of the booth was a shelf for personal effects, and on the customers side were a number of implements - suction hoses, small cups shaped like tin pales, massage oil…. Of course nothing had to be used. For a moderate fee, one can milk their own cups, pitchers and so on - or, for a little extra, they can drink directly from the tap.\n\nThis is what Cynthia down the line was dealing with at the moment - a couple who figured they could fuck in the booth, each with their heads up and noisily sucking on a tit. They absolutely could do this (a premium experience) as Cynthia was an absolute pro, who had been milked for money for almost 4 years now.\n\nMary, only barely her junior but much more ambitious for management, snuck up behind and slapped her fat ass. “How’s the booster, slut?”\n\nCynthia laughed, looking behind her and grinning the ‘ooo I should call HR,’ face. They were on the same level. “Fucking amazing,” she shuddered, ass and pussy quivering, exposed in the air as she leaned over the railing. “These two have been latched on for a half hour and I almost can’t stop, I’m like a river. Pass me another?”\n\n“Sure!” Wow, Mary hadn’t tried them herself but she was impressed. This was sure to pick up business.\n\nWell.\n\nA couple weeks later and the Sweetwater was in chaos.\n\nZana was the first warning sign really, as she began developing a second pair of tits underneath her first ones. She was thrilled, experiencing a fantasy that she never thought she’d have. Within a day, her perky average tits had doubled and the ones underneath had just sprouted nipples. Two days later and all four tits were overflowing some emergency HH cups she had fashioned together. She had become exceptionally popular overnight, and she wisely charges triple now.\n\nAll of the girls began developing in big ways. The boosters worked overtime, helping their production through the roof. They had to start slashing prices just to get some of the girls emptied. Most enjoyed some of the tightness in their chests, but it was getting overwhelming and they were getting too big to leave.\n\nIn fact, by the same day the next week, Cynthia’s already huge tits were too big to lift out of her booth, pushing up against the walls. She felt awfully stuck, but she worked it out with Mary that she could at least come have her boyfriend fuck her at work, and HE hardly left either after he got permission.\n\nThis overproduction was a blessing and a curse. They were making more money than they ever had. Even with the breakage from leaking tits, spontaneous orgasms, MORE girls sneaking guys in the back to get double teamed, the milk was getting very very popular. The girls themselves became something of a tourist attraction, with lots of travelers posing next to Cynthia’s tits. Some were even bold enough to stuff their cock into her nipple, which over time she simply offered as another service of her job.\n\nTHIS morning, however, everything was going wrong. There was no-one to take the money, no one to take care of the girls, no one to even unlock the door to open the barn for business. The entire crew was bloated, tits too swollen to get off the ground. Cynthia’s man had fallen asleep, rock hard cock still buried deeply in her pussy, as they both slept like babies on the waterbed of her body.\n\nBecca, a girl who had been hired only a few days ago, woke up from atop another girls beanbag boob, holding her tight and overflowing beachballs like a man might hold blueballs, only with one arm under each one. She walked to the office at the end of the barn. She groaned out her supervisors name, almost slipping on the milk spraying out of her body in every direction. “Mary?”\n\n“Ohhhhh, I fucked..... I fuck…”\n\nMary was more stuck than anyone. She had given the supply a taste after congratulating Cynthia on becoming their best producer and swiftly became an alcoholic. She had been spending more and more time at the window of her office rather than outside of it, filling thermoses with her own milk. When Becca opened the door she was knocked backwards as it sprung open, her heavy tits thankfully dodging her head and spraying out as the jostling activated her nippes again.\n\nA two-liter sized nipple jiggled in the middle of the door like a jack-in-the-box, threatening to burst forth with the pressure of a swimming pools worth of milk at any moment. From underneath a mountain of titflesh sprung a hand with a forgotten warning label.\n\n“No more than one per week! Side effects of overdosage may include the growth of extra tits, small horns, excited labido and a loss in critical thinking power.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A world where public self-pleasure is viewed like public eating: It's fine, as long as you contain your mess and don't bother others. | [
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"content": "8:05 am. Two hours until the big client presentation. It's the first portfolio I've been left totally in charge of and well, I'm anxious. Who wouldn't be? I'm dressed in black turtleneck paired with a plaid pencil skirt, and black heels. Honestly I feel like an imposter in this outfit. Is this even professional enough? My mind races with self doubt as I make my way to the office.\n\nI decide to stop by Starfucks on the way in for a coffee and some stress relief. It's the ideal business model for busy office workers in the area - while you wait for your coffee to be made you can pleasure yourself on their range of masturbation furniture. I can feel myself getting restless as I wait in line to order, eyeing up my favorite seat.\n\nAs soon as I've placed my order I beeline for an armchair near the window, featuring a 9 inch mounted dildo. I slide my panties off, placing them securely in a ziplock bag in my purse. Then I apply a small single-use tub of lubricant I purchased with my coffee to the head of the dildo. I made sure to buy the extra stimulating gel. I lick my lips with excitement as I get ready to take a seat, guiding the dildo tip inside my already wet hole. As much as I'd enjoy a bit of buildup I just don't have the time this morning. I need to get this thing inside me as fast possible.\n\nI start bouncing up and down on the dildo, forcing it a little further inside each time. \"That's it...almost\" I whisper to myself as I continue working my way down. \"There-Ah\\~\" I moan as I slam my hips down on the chair, the entire 9 inches now inside me. Now for the real fun.\n\nThe chair arm has a small remote control built into it for the dildo. I impatiently switch it on to a highest vibration setting. \"F-fuck\\~!\" I moan arching my back as the toy wildly thrashing against the walls of my pussy. Usually I ease into it but not today. I start grinding against the chair now, glancing up to see another woman asking if she can take the seat next to me. I smile politely and nod. Soon we're side by side, being jackhammered for the entire store to see. I hear my name being called by barista \"Y-YES!\" I cry. \"J-Just a momen-- Auugh\\~\" I roll my head back as I feel the waves of pleasure building up in my womb, and spreading across my body. \"Almost. Almost.\" I whisper to myself, gripping the arms of the chair. And then it hits - I quickly slam the keypad turning the setting off as my hips buck in pure pleasure. I take a moment to catch my breath, the woman beside me still moaning and bouncing on her toy. \n\nThe anxiety I was feeling before is replaced by a sort of serenity. I quickly remove myself from the chair and take my coffee from the counter. \"Thank you!\" I call out as I exit, a worker already moving in to wipe down the chair I was on. I haven't put my panties back on, but that will need to wait until I'm in the office."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Every year, in the boys dorm, a ritual circle was inscribed, and lots were drawn. Whoever drew the short straw would be turned into a girl, permanently, and expected to "look after" her fellows. For whatever reason, most new "girls" seemed to settle in quite well... | [
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"content": "\"This is stupid,\" Dave whispered. He was perched atop the couch in the common area, feet on the cushions, and just barely leaned over toward Lyle to speak. The two were roommates and got along well enough for two people who hadn't known each other two weeks ago. Lyle nodded his agreement, eyes locked on the markings on the ground that were usually covered by a rug. \n\n\"You think so?\" Fred asked, passing by them. \"You two are new, so I wouldn't expect you to believe it, but...\" he glanced toward the markings, the circle, and shook his head. \"I've seen it twice now. Managed not to get picked either time. And one more to go? I'm not planning on being the one forced to stand there.\" \n\n\"Come on, dude. Why are you playing along with this?\" Dave asked. \n\n\"Hey, you'll see in a few. I've seen two other dudes go through this, and after their year they transferred to the girls dorms and joined one of the sororities.\" \n\nLyle gulped down a breath he had been holding, then glanced toward the circle. It couldn't be real... right? \n\nA few more minutes passed, other guys wandering in. Each one held a straw in their hands. They had been passed out earlier, in secret. Each one had been in an envelope, chosen at random from a box. Lyle's hadn't seemed very short, so did that mean he was safe? If this was real, of course. Which it couldn't be... \n\n\"Alright boys,\" Darryl said, walking closest to the circle and clapping to get everyone's attention. \"Time to check your straws. Only one is any shorter than the others, so it shouldn't take too long to figure out who drew the short one.\" \n\nDave was quick to open his hand, holding his straw out. He breathed a sigh of relief as one of the other guys did the same, and they confirmed they were both the same length. Lyle hesitated, opening his hand. Even from a distance, it was clear his was shorter. Dave noticed as well, and put his hand on Lyle's shoulder. \n\n\"Dude... it's fake,\" he said. \"There's no way...\" \n\n\"Lyle! Get on up here,\" Darryl said, smiling. He held a straw, but since he was in charge of the dorm... was he really at any risk? Lyle looked at the straw, then stood up. It was a joke. A prank. Some hazing to break in the new guys. He approached Darryl, who guided him into the circle quickly. Darryl patted him on the shoulder, then whispered \"I like red heads, I was hoping you'd be picked.\" \n\nLyle looked up at the older guy with wide eyes. Had it been fixed? Why did it feel like this was inevitable when it had to be bullshit. There was no way a guy could just... become a girl. It was ridiculous. \n\nStanding in the circle, hands closed so tightly that it was hurting his palm, Lyle could swear he saw the lines etched into the floor glow, a cold wind sweeping over him, then... nothing. \n\n\"Alright, that's enough fun for tonight. Lights out everyone,\" Darryl said. Lyle stared at him, watching as he moved toward his own room. That was it? No big a-ha or anything? The whole ordeal dropped just like that?\n\nDave approached, hands in his pocket, and shrugged. \"Maybe you didn't react the way they wanted or something?\" \n\n\"Sure...\" he said, his voice quiet and strained. It almost felt like it cracked in the one word he spoke. \n\n\"Come on, let's just hit the hay and forget this dumb shit.\" \n\nLyle nodded, and followed Dave to their room. \n\n--------------------------\n\nLyle found himself standing in a foggy abyss, which didn't seem right considering he had gone to sleep in his bed. Was he dreaming? The stress of the night getting to him? If so... this was the most aware of a dream he'd ever been. He could hear soft, feminine laughter from a bit away, behind him. \n\nTurning, he could just barely make out a woman sitting on a large chair or throne. The fog was heavy around her, but there was fire... somewhere near her that somehow hid her features more than it revealed them.\n\n\"My newest daughter, hmmm?\" she asked aloud. Somehow, he could tell she was talking to him. \"I think you'll work out just fine...\" She leaned forward, and something rose behind her. They looked like... wings?\n\nThe flames that were near her intensified, then soared toward Lyle and wrapped around him.\n\n-------------------------\n\nHis eyes shot open, sweat covering his body. That dream had been... so weird. So real. Lyle sat up and then froze as he felt the way he moved. His body was wrong. Looking down, he could see the two large bumps pushing out his shirt, red hair around his shoulders. His breath hitched and he froze. He had to still be dreaming, right? He pinched his arm, wincing as pain shot through him. \n\nHis hands shot to his chest, squeezing the mounds of flesh that had sprouted there. Fingers found nipple and he squeaked in shock as pleasure distracted from the pain. One hand slipped down into the boxers that he wore and found a pussy, already slightly wet, instead of his dick. A finger slipped inside, and it felt so... right. It moved in and out, demanding more. A second finger joined in, then a third. \n\nLyle needed more. He stripped down and flopped back onto his bed, legs spread as he fingers himself with one hand while squeezing his tit with the other. His eyes closed, trying to rely on touch alone find the right spots. One eye cracked open and fell on Dave, who was still sleeping. As Dave shifted from laying on his side to on his back, Lyle could see the bulge in his boxers. Not fully hard, but so very there... His eyes stayed locked on it as he finger fucked himself. The idea growing more and more present in his mind with each passing moment. \n\nPulling his... no, her fingers free of herself, she got off her bed and wandered over to Dave's. She climbed on carefully, straddling his legs with her own and carefully reached into the fly of his boxers. Her fingers found his cock and fished it out, stroking as she finally exposed it. It was bigger than hers... or bigger than it had been, before she became an innie. She stroked him, relishing the feeling of the hard dick in her hand, then leaned in to kiss the tip. She repeated a few times, and on the fourth kiss her lips parted and took the head in her mouth, tongue swirling around it. Dave stirred, slowly at first, but as she became bolder and took more of his dick into her mouth and then throat, he roused fully. His eyes cracked open, fell on her, and grew wider than she had ever seen before shooting toward her bed then back. \n\n\"L-lyle?\" he asked.\n\nShe pulled back, sucking as she did. His dick popped free of her mouth with a wet pop, hair falling into her face, and she smiled as she continued to stroke him. \"Not anymore, really. I think... Lila might fit better now, don't you?\" \n\nDave was about to say something when Lila leaned in, licking the underside of his cock from base to tip, then took the head into her mouth again. She swirled her tongue around it, deep throated him quickly, then pulled away. She stayed leaning forward, but wiggled her ass behind her. \"I want you to fuck me, Dave.\" \n\nIf there was any resistance to the idea, it crumbled as Dave heard that. He scrambled up, stripped out of his boxers, and moved behind her to quickly, and clumsily, push inside of her. His hands moved to her hips and gripped them as he thrust into her. Even as awkward as he was, it felt good. He plowed her for a few minutes before groaning and shooting his load into her new pussy. \n\nHe collapsed to the bed, eyes half lidded, and looked at her. She changed position, sitting with her legs spread. She pushed a finger into herself and pulled it back out, slick with her own juices and mixed with his cum. She licked her finger clean, then smiled at him.\n\n\"It's... really you?\" \n\nShe smiled and went back to fingering herself."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The "Girlfriend Cafe" let guests enjoy the experience of eating a meal with a particular types of girlfriend. She was one of the premium options. The experience she offered was, of course, "Super Horny Girlfriend". She was glad for the roomy booths with lots of space under the tables... | [
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"content": "I think i was the only guy in our dorm that understood why Maddie wasn’t thrilled with her new job - of course, I was the only one who believed her when she talked about what the process was.\n\nThe Girlfriend Cafe was the new “experience” from the jackass that made the first commercial brain-to-computer interface. He claimed that it found exactly what role a woman was best suited to as a girlfriend, and, if it was one worth having, hired her for it. Maddie had been down on her luck when she went by. She had her concerns - sure, it didn’t rewrite your personality, but the girls were supposed to be full of these “triggers” - things that could make her act on autopilot. They only mattered if she took the job and accepted the inhibition suppressors, but still. It felt a bit like someone toying with the minds of others. She gave it a try anyway - she’d probably have something boring they’d never hire. Of course, they had to hire her the second the results came back.\n\n*Super Horny Girlfriend.*\n\nTurns out, the “super horny girlfriend” can’t go a coffee break without trying to fuck. “Dinner” always had the same dessert. A night at the bar would end with her and her man in the bathroom for a good fuck. She was shameless, desperate, eternally eager to fuck first and foremost.\n\nMaddie, however, was an RA and volunteered at her church twice a week. She was *horrified.*\n\nOf course, our friend group didn’t get it. They thought this was her way of exploring, of trying new things. Too many guys got too weird, and she blocked us all from the cafe - yeah, she took the job.\n\nWell, blocked all but one. I’d been a good friend, she said, and she knew I liked goth girls. Apparently “bitchy goth girlfriend” was new, and she was looking to get a stable of regulars. Maddie even gave me a coupon(“friends and family” discount codes) for her services. I thought it would be fun.\n\nOf course, when I showed and saw the selection, things changed.\n\nMaddie had only ever worn dresses. Full-length dresses. So when I showed and she wore a leopard print bikini top with a black leather miniskirt, I knew I was in. Her blond hair was done up in two pigtails, her face awash in pigments. I stared in awe. Fastest ten bucks I ever spent.\n\nMaddie was shocked to see me approaching her. She was a blushing mess, particularly since she’d said she was wet before she even looked at me. Apparently, the neural interface helped suppress inhibitions while on the job. All voluntary, of course, but Maddie was pretty sure she needed the help.\n\nSoon enough, I was in my booth.\n\n“Dude, you’re supposed to be in Lizbeth’s corner,” She whispered incredulously.\n\n“I know.”\n\n“So..?”\n\n“I changed my mind.”\n\nMaddie was leaning over the table, staring me dead in the eye (and giving me an ample view of her cleavage - she was *stacked.* That dress was magic).\n\n“So you j—“\n\n“Here’s your coffee, cuties!”\n\nIt was Jessamine, the Southern belle girlfriend. She offered the drinks and moved on.\n\n“I decided that a ‘super horny girlfriend’ sounded better, so I made the choice.”\n\nI could see her jaw fall, and hear her trying to mount a defense. I held up a hand. I’d been practicing for this - apparently, triggers the interface likes were pretty common throughout the program. She stopped what she was trying to say.\n\n“Maddie, why don’t you have a sip of your coffee?”\n\nShe did so, though she seemed confused. I wondered if no one had tried this in her yet.\n\n“What do you think of it?”\n\n“It’s a bit bland,” Maddie muttered.\n\n“You should get something for it.”\n\nShe twitched and looked me dead in the eye again. Her words were almost automated.\n\n*”I should get something for it.”*\n\nWithout a word, she slipped under the counter. I felt her hands at my zipper and heard it slower. Luckily, I was ready to go. I felt a kiss on the tip and breathed a low, steady breath. A sip of coffee followed. I’d definitely have to ask about more of those “friends and family” coupons.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n>!Edit: Trying to write these in under 20 minutes now, but this was fun! Love to write more on this, too - guess that's the third I've wanted to come back to...!<"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Nudism and/or Public Nudity | [
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"content": "The shoes actually gave her huge bonuses to agility and acrobatics, despite being 5-in heels. These things happen when your enchanter friend is a succubus... The jewelry was also exquisite, and it had its own beneficial enchantments. Attuning to the set was another matter though... It meant that she couldn't wear *anything* else for a week! And the buildup of mana in her system was somehow making her so horny... She could swear this was awakening something inside her."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: In the future, a neural scan reveals everyone's ideal job, and they're given genetic upgrades to best fulfill it. She was shocked when her ideal job was "call girl"... | [
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"content": "It'd been two years since the IAU had decided to implement their new system. Following general education, at the age of 18 everyone was to be subjected to a neural workup to look for so-called 'occupational markers'. It was a huge deal when it was first implemented, and it was still heavily debated, even if the city's Control forces regularly struck down on any form of anti-governmental rhetoric. Since then, it was superficially accepted - especially among most of the youth, who had suddenly found themselves relieved of the weight of needing to figure out what they wanted to do with their life. Thanks to the IAU, the government would not only help find what they were best at - but they'd give them the mechanical, cosmetic, or neurologic enhancements necessary to ensure they didn't simply do better at the job, but rather excelled. \n\n\nThe explosive growth of the region as a whole had been a heavy argument of its own, enough to ensure a general agreement across the political spectrum that this system not only worked, but it had cut numerous societal problems by the root (while no one beyond a select few knew, it'd worked so well the Bureau of Psychological Affairs had stopped adding antidepressants to the water sources given to citizens below class III). \n\n\nThe integration of the new system was still ongoing, though it'd almost reached completion, almost all adults having been given the proper modification and guidance to adopt their new occupation. Those who refused to conform were seen not long after, relishing their new occupation - another topic no one was allowed to discuss. \n\n\nAnd then we have me. I'd never quite fathomed exactly why I was so far behind in the queue, but I always assumed it had something to do with my work - there was a reason I knew of the aforementioned antidepressants, after all. It did track that they didn't want to change much about people working with...sensitive and ethically debatable matters, after all. Especially those who held onto state secrets they didn't want getting out to the general public. \n\n\n\"All done.\", the nurse stated with a smile, removing the electrodes from my temples. Her white bodysuit glistened slightly in the fluorescent lighting of the medical office. Eager, endlessly curious, I looked towards the monitor as the little wheel spun and the data was interpreted. \nAn audible whimper slipped past my lips as I read the words on the screen. \n\n\n**Call-girl** \n\n\nThe nurse's lips curled into a smug, if largely concealed smirk. Not subtle enough, of course, as I find frustration and anger boil up within me like a kettle of water thrown into a volcano. \n\n\n\"Scan me again!\", I demanded, grabbing the electrodes lying on the table before me, haphazardly sticking them to the sides of my head, before they both anticlimactically fell down once more, the stickiness exhausted from having already been used, like a piece of repurposed tape. \n\n\n\"The program doesn't lie.\", the nurse replied, sounding far, far too amused by my situation to do anything. The fucking bitch was probably immune to being repurposed like the IAU wanted me to be - or, given her otherwise disarming, sweet appearence, she might have undergone her modifications already. Though I found myself quite confident that those white PVC thigh-highs were a new component of the Class V medical uniform. \n\n\nShe grabbed a nearby tablet, swiping her fingers left, right, and tapping the leaf-thin piece of tech a few times. \"If you'd like, we could provide you with some hard-coded neural pointers to help you conform?\", she idly suggested, eyes flicking just barely as she did...something, I presumed, on her little gizmo. \n\n\n\"What? No. Scan me again, I'm not - I'm not that kind of girl, nor am I gonna be. I thought they planned to shut down the red sector anyways?\", I defensively spat out, feeling my heart slam against my ribcage in frustration, neither fight nor flight allowed to properly consume me yet. \n\n\nA light chortle of amusement came from the red-lipped woman, who shook her head just ever so slightly. \"Shut down? Girl, they've been actively investing in it for almost two years now.\", she replied, before laying down her tablet before retrieving a set of transparent plastic stickers, applying one to each electrode, before moving to (thankfully) attach them on me once more. I found myself producing an exhale of relief, an intangible weight lifted off my shoulders. Leaning back, I closed my eyes once more, feeling the now familiar tingle across my scalp as the machine worked. \n\n\nFor all the hope brought to my by the repeat of the scan, it's all obliterated with a duo of words glaring at me with a white, blocky glow that came from the monitor from before. \n\n\n**Call-girl** \n\n\n\"No!\", I cried out, yanking the electrodes off of me whilst staring in utter disbelief at the computer. I barely paid attention as the nurse explained that feelings of reluctance were quite normal and would subside over time. Watery droplets occupied the corners of my eyes. \"No. No, I don't care. I'm not doing that. I'm a class **six**, they can't - they can't *do this!*\", I cried out, standing up. \n\n\n\"Ma'am, you'll need to calm down, or I'll have to restrain you. The IAU Optimization Project mandates that all individuals, regardless of classifications, are to undergo occupational revisions. That includes you. Now, if you'll just calm down, we can-\", the bodysuited nurse begun to explain - but I wasn't sticking around to hear what she had to say. Hell no. I got up, ignoring her, fishing a phone out of my pocket. I'd call my boss, and have her explain that some kind of mistake had been made, because there was no way someone holding onto as many fucking state secrets as I was going to be repurposed! I marched, only grasping the door before I felt a sharp piercing sensation in the side of my neck. \n\n\nLess than three seconds later, I was lying on the floor, and the world rapidly sunk into a black, blurry abyss \n\n\n.... \n\n\n*Beep, beep, beep*, went a nearby medical device, registering my pulse as various medical appliances were being hooked up.\"Wha-\"\n\nI passed out again once a needle found its way into my arm. \n\n\n... \n\n\nI whimpered out, looking upwards towards the large shaft I had been forced to polish. \"You can't ***DO*** this to people! It's wrong! You can't-\"The cock was shoved back into what I'd eventually learn was just another hole. \n\n\n... \n\n\nI glanced down at the raunchy clubbing dress I was wearing, short enough to make a digitized nun short-circuit. The glossy, electric yellow color didn't exactly make it any less discreet, either. While I knew I should, I couldn't find myself caring too much. It was just a bit of skin, anyways.\n\nBlack, strappy sandals clicked against the concrete as I walked down the virtual avenue of the simulation, finding the guy who'd requested some stress relief. It was a blowjob, which was...whatever, sort of. The real carrot was the orgasmic bliss of performing the job I was being unknowingly conditioned into loving, which would wash over me once he'd transferred the credits.\n\n31 minutes later, and simulation #1354 was concluded, evaluated, before a new one was spun up \n\n\n.... \n\n\nCurvy.\n\nThat was the best way to describe the form the IAU had given me. Some of it artificial, some of it produced by careful treatments that helped...convince my body on what areas were lacking. The effect was beyond splendid, of course. My bountiful chest bounced up and down in tandem with me as a whole, the glossy purple microdress shimmering with the neon-lit lighting from a window outside as salacious moans erupted from within my throat, whilst I felt Citizen#1431562-VI's shaft ram itself against my interior walls. Gloves made of the same material as my dress reached almost all the way up to my armpits, and the entire ensemble was completed by the thigh-high boots I still wore (at his request). Whilst his veiny bitchbreaker abused my main fuckhole, my mind seemed to run on autopilot, thinking no single thought beyond pleasing him and tending to his every erotic whim, regardless of how many times my former employer decided to engage in a salty perversion of face-painting.Until the session expired, of course, in 37 minutes. \n\n\n\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_ \n\n\nNot 100% happy with how this turned out, but this thing was written over two short sessions, the latter half produced at \\~3AM, so - yeah, it is what it is. Wrote for fun, and fun I had - and hopefully, while reading it, so did you. A fun prompt to write off of. 10/10 would make another call-girl again. \n\n\n**Edit:** Formatting changes."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Her hypnotic trigger left her fully aware but with an intense desire to swallow cum. It embarrassed her to admit that she loved when people used it... | [
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"content": "I gagged, his cock stretched my throat as he thrust in and out. My whole body tingled in anticipation of release, his release, every square inch of my skin crawled wanting nothing more than for him to unload into my mouth.\r \n“I can’t believe it. You were telling the truth?” Harvey was amazed. I could just barely see him out of the corner of my eye. He watched in amazement as I deepthroated our friend. My brown hands looked all that much darker on Richie’s pale white thighs.\r \nRichie’s hands were grabbing my hair guiding me. “Right?” he moaned. “I found out about it last weekend. My mom bought some dragon fruit,” my core burned at the words, “I was telling Shanti about it when she showed up later. Asking her if she’d ever had one.” He groaned with my nose buried in his pubes. “Then bam she was all over me, I was confused but not about to turn it down.”\r \n“You said she knows what’s going on?” Harvey asked.\r \nI pulled back, my breathing heavy with spit dribbling off my chin. “Every second of it,” I confirmed while stroking Richie’s dick.\r \n“But then why?”\r \n“The secret was out,” I ran my tongue along the shaft. “We graduate in less than a month, I had asked Richie not to tell anyone.”\r \nRichie shrugged, “There’s no way I could keep this from Harv. But that’s it, I promise. And this way we don’t have to stop hanging out together.” He was right, the three of us always hung out together. It would’ve become suspicious if Richie and I were always sneaking off or spending time alone. And we all knew that Richie wouldn’t be able to just not use my hypnotic trigger. What 18 year old boy could?\r \n“Mmhmm, it better be,” I said before taking his cock back into my mouth.\r \n“How did this happen to you?” Harvey asked.\r \nI groaned as I was forced to pull his cock free again. “I was visiting family over winter break. My cousin introduced me to this college guy she’d been talking to. Turns out he had been practicing hypnotism from videos on youtube. And well,” I shrugged gesturing at Richie’s spit soaked cock.\r \n“What about trying to reverse it?” Harvey suggested.\r \nRichie scoffed, “You traitor.” I laughed, causing me to gag. The truth was that we tried. My cousin’s friend had his fun with the two Indian high school seniors that he had sneaked into his dorm room. But when he tried to reverse the effects he couldn’t put us under again. We spent the rest of winter break looking up tutorials on the internet, but nothing worked. After a while we gave up, “dragon fruit” wasn’t a terribly common phrase.\r \n“I don’t know, it just doesn’t feel right. What we just take advantage of our friend?” Harvey contested. It was kind of sweet seeing how concerned he was in the face of free blowjobs. \r \nThe truth was that I kind of liked it now. I had lived a sheltered life with my traditional Indian parents. It had taken years before they would let me hang out with the guys outside of school. If they had thought I had a boyfriend, I’d be grounded until… well until I was married. But now with the trigger, I had been forced to explore my sexuality and turns out I loved it.\r \nRichie’s cock was throbbing against my tongue. In my relatively short experience, I had already learned the signs and knew he was close. I pumped my hand faster and faster, flicking my tongue along the underside of his cock head. “Oh fuck, Shanti! I’m cumming.” Richie’s seed filled my mouth, shot after shot covered my tongue. The hypnosis caused a burning need deep within my core. I eagerly swallowed, sating the hypnosis for now.\r \nThe taste of semen lingered in my mouth. I wondered if Harvey would actually use the trigger word. I hoped he would, but I wasn’t about to admit that. If Harvey didn’t want it, I wasn’t going to force him.\r \nRichie’s at least had the forethought to grab a hand towel this time. I used it to wipe the excess spit from my mouth, before tossing it to him so he can clean himself. “So what now?” I asked. Would Harvey say “dragon fruit” or would we return to our normal routine, a movie or some video games?"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Santa turns naughty spoiled girls into obedient bimbo sluts before giving them away as gifts next Christmas. | [
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"content": "\n\nThe gift that keeps on giving\n\n\nMercedes Miller had been a real brat that year. She got drunk and totaled two cars, punched out a waitress at a bar, and cheated on her boyfriend, Chuck, so many times that she honestly lost track. It had been a rough year for everyone around Mercedes. All of that was going to end for the poor people this twenty three year old hellion tormented though.\n\nSanta had a special plan for this naughty girl. Of course it wasn't any trouble to squeeze one more stop in and slide the passed out woman into his bag. She had gotten drunk and slept with her boyfriend's brother at his Christmas party, so Santa was sure no one would be looking for her for a bit anyways.\n\nThe first few months were uneventful. Mercedes needed time to adjust, but after some quiet time alone, Mercedes agreed to start pitching in with the elves. Learning to live without the alcohol was hard too, but the elves kept giving her a special hot chocolate that calmed her down. \n\nBy June, the foul mouthed Mercedes Miller was building toys with the elves and singing Christmas carols to pass the time. This was around the time Santa started visiting the workshop. She was not usually I to older or bigger guys, but six months of singing with the cheerful childlike elves made her appreciate the presence of a man. \n\nBefore Christmas this blonde bombshell was used to getting one dick a day, minimum. Since that night the only attention she got was her own hands. Whenever she wasn't building toys or singing Christmas songs she was hiding in her room fingering herself silly. The second time Santa visited the workshop, Mercedes made a point to bump into him.\n\nMercedes felt like a fool flirting in the ugly Christmas sweater they gave her to wear but it seemed to do the trick. She was hoping he would be all clumsy and grateful for her attention like most men were. However Santa was confident and obviously in control. \"Miss Miller, you seem to be doing much better since we picked you up.\" He said as he clasped a strong hand on her shoulder. Mercedes couldn't find an answer as she was too busy imagining him thrusting into her while holding both her shoulders.\n\n\"Y-yeah. It's been very… helpful.\" Mercedes had never felt this awkward talking to a guy before. \"I was wondering if I could meet with you in your office and show you my… appreciation.\" The words sounded sexy and confident in her head but came out like a stumbling mess. \"Y-your off… office?\" Was about all she managed to say.\n\nThe large man looked down at her with icy blue twinkling eyes and nodded. \"Now, young woman, what would you like?\" He asked in a friendly voice as he closed the door.\n\nThis was her moment to show him her seductive side and charm those red pants off so she could convince him to bring her back home. A whole plan was set in her mind, she had it ready. When she opened her mouth though, one word fell out: \"Cock.\"\n\nShe felt like a fool Sanat was already laughing. Mercedes was just sure he was going to just send her back out to the workshop floor. Instead Santa unzipped his pants and sat down in his chair. \"Little girl, you forgot to say the magic word.\"\n\n\"Please?\"\n\n\"May you please... what?\" The old man's gaze seemed to pierce through her. \n\n\"Your cock. May I please suck your cock?\" Mercedes was surprised she sounded so timid. Santa laughed and leaned back in his chair. She reached in and pulled out a larger cock than she thought she would find. Mercedes was only too happy to finally have a cock in her mouth after all these months. She attacked it like a relapsed addict. It truly impressed her how long he lasted. Her poor out of practice jaw had gotten sore. \n\nShe tried to get him to finish on her face but the old man smiled and clicked his tongue. \"Waste not, want not.\" He said as he shoved his dick back in her mouth and started cumming down her throat. \"Make sure to finish it all or you won't get seconds.\"\n\nMercedes couldn't believe she swallowed it. She never did that usually, but it felt so good. After she was done and Santa was decent he brought her out to the workshop floor and told the shop foreman she had done her work for the day. Then they let her go back to her room. \n\nThe next day he called her in the office right away and it started all over again. Mercedes tried to take her sweater off but Santa stopped her and told her he would tell her when to strip. Until then he was sure she could follow orders all he wanted was her mouth. So for the next week he came down her throat daily in his office.\n\nOne day after he came, Santa told her to come by his house before supper. She was going to have supper with him and Mrs. Clause. Her head was spinning. She was going to have supper sitting across from the wife of the man she had been blowing daily for a week. The girl couldn't help but get wet at the thought.\n\nMore chapters to come."
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