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Write a story using this writing prompt: She's really into the cutie she's been dating online, but they have no idea she's a monster girl! | [
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"content": "Shirley drummed her fingers against her thighs. Her heart raced in anticipation. Today would be the first day she'd meet Erin face-to-face, with their prior \"dates\" being online chats.\n\nErin's pic for the online dating site had been a cute one, of the blonde girl holding a plush moth toy. All of her interests — gaming, photography, art — were things Shirley was into, so she crossed her fingers and sent Erin a message.\n\nErin had replied, with her private message accompanied with an adorable avatar of an anime moth girl. That message had been the start of a four-month exchange, with the two starting with casual chats once or twice a week and going on to daily conversations. The blonde lived a few cities away, but she soon became one of Shirley's closest friends.\n\nThen came the day that Erin offered to come visit Shirley. Shirley agreed, and then Erin had popped another question.\n\n*Shall we go all the way when we meet?*\n\nTheir exchanges had included the occasional flirt, and by then both of them were adding an \"xo\" every now and then to their replies. Yet the thought of doing it, the very first time they met in person...\n\nThat was followed by a picture of Erin, with a coy smile as she tugged down her sweater enough to reveal the bra beneath. Shirley couldn't pretend she hadn't felt a flutter in her heart, and so she had replied, *Maybe, sure! xo*\n\nNow she was here, standing by her apartment door, waiting impatiently for the doorbell to —\n\n*Ding!*\n\nHer heart jumped, but Shirley opened the door.\n\nErin was there, just as cute as she'd been in that first picture and in her most recent. \"Shirley!\" she said, throwing her arms around Shirley.\n\nShirley answered the gesture, their embrace feeling as real as if they'd known each other in person. Maybe, after so long, they really did know each other that well. She would have never thought she'd find love on the internet...\n\n\"It was such a long flight here,\" Erin said. \"Do you mind if I close the door?\"\n\n\"You want some privacy that quickly?\" Shirley asked, adding a giggle.\n\n\"I thought you were a little more hesitant than that,\" Erin said with a wink. \"But yes, let's get some privacy.\" She closed the door, then leaned back into Shirley's hug, pecking her on the cheek.\n\nThe two shared a few more smooches, until Erin pulled away from one kiss with a strange \"oomph\" noise. \"What's wrong?\" Shirley said.\n\n\"It's...\" Erin bowed her head. \"Look, Shirley, please turn away.\"\n\nAs confused as she was, Shirley heeded her girlfriend's request.\n\n\"Do you...love me?\" asked Erin.\n\nSmiling, Shirley replied, \"I do.\"\n\n\"Are you attracted to me?\"\n\n\"Yes.\"\n\n\"Do you...want to make love tonight?\"\n\nThis answer took a few seconds longer. But in the end, she felt like she knew Erin that well. She'd let the woman into her closest secrets, her most guarded self, even a few of her naughtiest thoughts. Even if things didn't click in the end, to share this one moment of intimacy...\n\n\"Yes. I want to make love to you.\"\n\nShirley turned around, unprompted.\n\nFour hands took hold of Shirley's sides as she gasped.\n\nErin now stood a head taller than Shirley. Her blonde hair had turned an almost-white pink. Her skin was lavender, her neck and shoulders accented with fluffy fur. She no longer wore clothes, her breasts — breasts much larger than Shirley had thought they'd been moments earlier — fully exposed for Shirley to admire.\n\nOf course, Erin hadn't borne a pair of violet wings, their edges spotted with faint heart-shapes. Nor had she had a thick insect-abdomen dangling behind her legs.\n\nShirley gasped.\n\nThen she lunged for Erin, pressing her body tight against the strange woman's. She nuzzled her face into Erin's bosom, between the sweet-smelling fur and her bountiful cleavage.\n\n\"This is why I date online,\" Erin said softly, embracing Shirley. \"Why I wanted to make sure you wanted to go all the way.\"\n\nShirley lifted her head, standing on her tip-toes to kiss Erin.\n\n\"Cupida moths like myself inspire intense attraction and arousal in humans who lay eyes on us,\" Erin continued. \"Most women aren't affected by our charm, but a lesbian like yourself...\"\n\nTheir hands started to explore each other, and Shirley found herself begging to be naked, longing to rub her bared body against Erin's fur and flesh.\n\nThe tip of Erin's abdomen rose up, then sprayed a thick cushion of silk over Shirley's door. Pulling herself into that silk, she kept kissing Shirley, all while Shirley clumsily pulled off every last article of clothing.\n\nOnce she was naked, Shirley reached between Erin's legs, wondering if her vagina was in the same place as a human's. She found moist lips nestled in a patch of fluffy fur —\n\n\"We can...better...\"\n\nErin gently turned Shirley around, resting her head between her massive breasts. Between both of their legs crept Erin's abdomen, its dripping slit at the end opening.\n\nSome kind of organ, with a flaired tip and fluids leaking from it, pushed out of the slit. \"It's an ovipositor,\" Erin said. \"I'm not bearing the Queen's eggs, but...we can fuck with it.\"\n\nShirley inched her legs apart, breathing heavily.\n\nErin brought the tip to her crotch, then thrust in.\n\nShirley had been pleased by finger, by tongue, by toy before. Yet this strange inhuman organ thrusting into her was exhilarating in a way none of those had been. She rocked in rhythm with Erin's thrusts, howling with pleasure, not even thinking about how her neighbours might overhear.\n\nWhen she came, she screamed out loud. Underneath her cries came Erin's soft gasps, the moth-woman groping Shirley's breasts as warm spurts released from the ovipositor.\n\nThey stayed in their position, riding their afterglow, before Shirley started to slowly turn herself around. She wanted to keep the...ovipositor?...in her, sighing and whimpering as it slid deep in her pussy.\n\nShe practically climbed herself up on Erin's body to kiss her, again and again. Their lips met over and over.\n\nWhen she finally had a chance, Erin whispered, \"So many have fallen for my charm, but...I know in your kisses that it is true love you feel. I wish I could not sway you, but the best I can do is to know the one I let lay eyes upon me truly loves me.\"\n\n\"I do,\" Shirley said, an emotional bliss filling her heart alongside the awe and attraction she felt before this beautiful woman. \"I love you, Erin. I want to be with you.\"\n\nErin smiled, and kissed Shirley again. \"Perhaps we can return to my home together. Not the home I claimed, but the forest in which my fellow cupida moths reside. I would not wish to force you to join us immediately, but if you come to enjoy living with us, loving with us, we could make you one of our kind.\"\n\nTo be a beautiful creature like Erin... Shirley almost wanted to beg for such a treat. \"And what about...your ovipositor? Will we have children together?\"\n\n\"Of course. When your transformation into one of us is complete, we can lay eggs with each other, and bear our colony's daughters together.\"\n\nThe thought of that made Shirley embrace Erin tightly, not wanting to let go. Despite only having just really \"met\" her, Shirley felt herself longing for everything Erin offered.\n\nPerhaps some of that was the spell Erin put over her with her entrancing beauty, but Shirley knew in her heart before this moment that she had loved Erin, and she loved her still, knowing this truth.\n\nAnd to prove it, Shirley's lips met Erin's once more as she started to squirm upon the moth-woman's ovipositor."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The 5 to 1 rule | [
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"content": "“Aaaaaaaaaagghhhh!!” Julie screeched loudly as the implant detected the fifth different donor DNA and her brain flooded with oxytocin. \n\n“You should have told me I was your fifth” the stranger laughed, slapping her ass as he pulled out unceremoniously, “I’d have had you work much harder for it”. \n\nJulie slumped onto the cheap motel bed as he left, feeling used and humiliated. Her usual number five had been quarantined out of town for weeks now and she just couldn’t wait any longer.\n\nIt all started three years ago, a new form of sexual implant was developed which gave women total control over their reproductive systems. Heightened climaxes; a choice between clitoral, vaginal, and anal orgasms; and best of all an on/off switch on fertility and periods. Women everywhere swarmed to have them fitted for a variety of reasons from medical to comfort to pure hedonism, and within a matter of months almost every woman in the country had one.\n\nThen suddenly they malfunctioned. Nobody knows how or why; was there a defect, were they hacked? But it didn’t matter, really, now all they could all do was live with the result. You see, one of the fertility functions included a DNA filter meaning that a woman could still sleep around while guaranteeing only one partner’s sperm could impregnate her; but since the malfunction women were only able to climax after her implant detected five different semen samples.\n\nImmediately women rushed to have them removed only to discover that they had completely lost the ability to orgasm without it. Some said they would just learn to live with it, others turned to the market for sperm samples which quickly grew up, but some, like Julie, were particularly unfortunate that their implants only recognised the sample when deposited by a real cock pulsing inside them. And so they were forced into the humiliating position of having to find different cocks on a regular basis.\n\nSure she had a handful of regular FWBs who she could call when the need arose; but more often than not she was the one receiving the call when they fancied, and she couldn’t exactly turn them down especially for those first three or four orgasms. \n\nShe cleaned up and left. The orgasm providing much needed release, but at the cost of such humiliation she began to doubt it was actually worth it.\n\nHours later lying in bed Julie’s phone buzzed.\n\n“Hey slut, wanna fuck?”. Jamie never beat around the bush; he was fully aware that he could do much as he pleased and she’d still be ready and available for him.\n\n“Sure thing. Where?” She tried to seem at least a little enthusiastic; but there was no point going very far with him.\n\n“Guess that depends, where in your run am I?”\n\n“First” she sighed. More than anyone Jamie loved to be her fifth, and would really make her go to great lengths for it.\n\n“Shame. I’ll just use my key.”\n\nYes, he had a key to her apartment. He loved to let himself in to ‘find’ her ready and available for him. And to be honest, she was coming round to it too.\n\nHe only lived around the corner, so she quickly stripped off and took her usual place bent over the kitchen table by the back door. She felt the cool breeze from outside as he entered and heard him unfasten his belt. He didn’t say a word but grabbed her hips and jammed his full length inside her in a single thrust. \n\nHe wasn’t massive, but he did have some girth to fill her up, and she moaned appreciatively as he began to slam into her as hard as he could. He also had the ability to last for a little while, which brought mixed blessings. A side effect of the implant’s malfunction was that it’s heightened climax function was left wide open. So while she couldn’t climax, the longer he lasted the more worked up she would stay; only increasing with every fuck and never abating until the fifth release.\n\nAs she felt his cock pumping his load into her, with her juices dripping to her knees, she knew she would be in dire need of more very, very soon."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Her BFF claimed to have hypnotized her to perceive cum as tasting like ice cream. There was only one way to check if It was true or not though... | [
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"content": "Sara was crying on Angela's shoulder; yet another boyfriend had dumped her because she hated giving head. Ange had said all the right things about how they didn't deserve her, how any man would be lucky to have her. When Sara started to feel a little better, Ange had made a joke about hypnotising Sara, and they'd both laughed. Ange got out an old pocket watch and was gently waving it in front of Sara's face, and they were both still laughing.\n\nThen Ange clicked her fingers, and everything changed.\n\nSara suddenly came over all sleepy, happy and warm. Angela was still there, but she sounded distant somehow. She was saying something in the background, but Sara couldn't tell what. She just smiled and nodded, dopily agreeing to whatever Ange was saying.\n\n\"Sara? Sara!\" there was a note of panic in Angela's voice which brought Sara out of her dreamlike state. \"I was just joking around... and then... then your eyes went all funny... oh god, are you ok?\"\n\nSara blinked twice and looked around her best friends bedroom. She didn't feel any different, except... she sort of did. \"Ange, I think you did it\"\n\nAngela playfully punched her friend on the arm \"fuck off, stop messing with me, I was really worried for a second\"\n\n\"I'm not joking - I really, really want to suck a cock right now\"\n\nAnge giggled \"well my brother is in the lounge...\" and then her eyes went wide, and she covered her mouth with both hands, as if she was trying to catch the words she'd said, and force them back down before Sara heard them. It was too late though, and Sara walked towards the other room, Angela's protests coming weakly behind her.\n\nSara had never fancied Danny, Angela's younger brother. He was nice enough, but a bit of a nerd. Too quiet for Sara. He was focussed on his console game and didn't really pay attention when Sara got down on all fours and crawled towards him\n\n\"oh, hey Sara, you ok?\" he was still looking at the tv, and not wondering why Sara was on her knees on front of him. His attention quickly switched when Sara grabbed his tracksuit bottoms and tugged them to his knees\n\n\"hey, what the fu-ohhhhh\" his cock was maybe a bit smaller than what Sara had seen before, but that was perfect in a weird way - a nice one to start with. She took his rapidly stiffening prick into her mouth, and began stroking his shaft with one hand.\n\n\"oh fuck... oh fuuuck...\" if she had to guess, no one had done this for Danny before. Sara had sucked a few cocks, but had never enjoyed it until now. She woud later find out that Angela had told her that all cum tasted like ice cream, and that Sara was now addicted to ice cream. She didn't know that yet, she just wanted him to cum in her mouth.\n\nIt didn't take long at all until Danny grunted, and flooded her mouth. It tasted like Vanilla, but the richest, creamiest Vanilla she'd ever had. She didn't waste a drop.\n\nSara returned to Ange, sitting nervously on the edge of her bed \"mate... it fucking worked\"\n\n\"what? thats... thats amazing... but, urgh, my little brother though?\"\n\n\"he tasted like vanilla\"\n\nAngela looked like she was going to be sick \"can you not? gross!\"\n\n\"I need to suck another cock... like, right now\"\n\n\"fucks sake mate, you better leave before my Dad gets home then!\" they both laughed at that, but Sara knew she absolutely would've sucked Ange's Dad off right then if she could have.\n\nShe stepped out of Angela's front door, into the hallway of the flats. Ange's hot older neighbour was stood by his door, leafing through his post.\n\n\"oh... hi!\" Sara called. He glanced up and smiled, before returning to his mail. Sara thought he was a lecturer or a teacher or something. He looked to be around 40, but obviously kept himself in good shape.\n\n\"er, can I ask you a favour?\" at that he glanced up again, peering at Sara over the rim of his glasses, with one eyebrow arched enquiringly.\n\nSara sucked him off right then and there, right in the hallway. Anyone could've seen, but she didn't care. His cock was much bigger than Danny's was, but she tested herself by taking it as deeply as she could until her throat felt all sore and stretched, his hand in her hair gently encouraging her to keep going. It was all worth it though when he shot thick ropes of Neapolitan flavoured cum into her mouth. Her cunt was soaking now, and aching to be touched. Sara knew she needed to get home as quickly as she could.\n\nIt was difficult to walk past all the men in the street. She wanted to stop each one but she had to get her needs under control. She saw a boy from her college course and wanted to know how he tasted; a hot guy stood on the corner by the shop.\n\nSomehow she made it home, only to find her ex waiting for her\n\n\"Sara, I-I just came by to apologise. I don't expect you to forgive me, but want you to know I'm really sorry for what I said last night. If I could take it back I would\"\n\nTo John's surprise Sara just smiled and invited him inside. They were barely over the threshold when she dropped to her knees, and started unbuckling his belt\n\n\"Sara, you don't have to do this, I really am sorry for... what... I...\" he couldn't finish the sentence as she took him into her mouth. His cock tasted amazing, and she even gave his balls a good sucking too, stroking him with one hand while she took each ball into her mouth in turn, working it with her tongue.\n\n\"oh shit, I'm gonna -you're going to make me-\" \"do it John, do it. cum for me, I want you to cum on my face\"\n\nJohn gasped and groaned, and shot his load all over Sara's face, and Sara took it with a smile. She slipped her fingers into her knickers; she was wetter than she could ever remember, and began to finger herself. Something about havxing John's cum on her face while she masturbated made her feel so hot. So dirty. So desired. She came in no time at all, a beautiful blankness in her mind as the orgasm rippled through her.\n\nOnce she caught her breath she began to scoop John's cum from her face into her mouth, giggling happily as she licked her fingers clean. *\"Mint Choc Chip\"* she thought \n\n*\"my favourite\"*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [META] January 2021 Contest: Ruination | [
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"content": "Some people will do anything to hold onto true love when they think that they've finally found it. They'll do things that they'd turned their nose up at before. They'll put themselves through all sorts of situations that they'd otherwise avoid like the plague. A lot of it can be very uncomfortable and at times it can seem like it's all for nothing, but the reward at the end of the line is someone to spend the rest of your life with. And if you've never felt that *real* connection with someone, then you can't possibly understand the lengths that you'd go to in order to stay with that person.\n\nFor Ash, it was a full-scale religious conversion and a total lifestyle change.\n\nAsh knew that Kailey's family was religious when they started going out, but he'd never even heard of their church. He assumed it was some kind of branch of Protestantism that he wasn't familiar with. It seemed like one of those archaic, old-world churches where the preacher wore robes and the church was just one room and they sang hymns in High German or something. It wasn't until things got serious between them that Kailey finally explained it to him.\n\nThe church their family had been going to since her great-great-great grandparents first converted over a century ago is something entirely separate from the doctrines of any mainstream religion. It was started in the mid-19th century as a sort of transcendentalist new faith. It was complicated, she explained. *She* didn't even understand it all. But the basic thing is that the church is essentially a matriarchal deconstruction of pretty much all western monotheistic religions. God is actually a woman, and consequently, women are revered as being made in God's image while men are expected to be more subservient. Not in a weird way, she insisted when she saw me raise an eyebrow at the remark. Women were the primary bread-winners of a household, while men stayed home and raised the children. But the part she really wanted to explain to was the sexual aspect.\n\n\"I really like you, Ash.\" She'd said as they sat on his dorm room bed together, taking his hands in hers. \"That's why I've been wanting to take it slow. And they way you've been so respectful and agreeable... Ash, I *really* feel something for you. Do you know what I mean?\"\n\nThey'd have the room all night. His roommate was out and Kailey had said that she had something really serious to talk about, and she wanted to do it in person. So Ash scrapped his unlaundered underwear off the floor, vacuumed a little, and told her to come over. They ordered some Chinese food and watched anime for a while until Kailey sat and said she was ready to talk.\n\nAnd now as Ash nodded, smiling and blushing a little along with Kailey, he thought their talk was going pretty well. He did know what she was talking about. He felt the same way.\n\n\"So that's why I finally want to tell you that I'm ready to start having sex. But there rules that you have to promise me you'll follow. As important to me as you are, this is more important. Do you promise?\" Kailey's voice quivered a little as she leaned close to her boyfriend\n\nAsh swallowed quietly and nodded again.\n\n\"Say it.\"\n\n\"I promise.\" He finally cooed, not knowing that it would take only a few short months for him to regret his word.\n\n---\n\n\"Oh my God! Right there! Just like that!\" Kailey squealed in a high-pitched tone as she ground her cunt down against her boyfriend's face.\n\nAsh could feel himself throbbing against the stainless steel bars of his cock-cage as Kailey rode out her climax atop his face. He squeeze her waspish thighs gently. Her taste was on his lips. He'd become rather accustomed to that taste over the past few months. Sweet, but sort of tangy. Almost citrus-like, actually.\n\nHe could hear her panting as she slowly rose off of him.\n\n\"So rises the morning star.\" He purred, just the way she'd taught him.\n\n> \"First, when we make love you'll be concentrating on me. Now don't think I won't make it feel good for you, too. But the goal is my orgasm. We call that *'the morning star.'* Okay?\"\n\n\"You're getting pretty good at that, babe.\" Kailey snickered when she finally caught her breath again, sitting up next to Ash in bed.\n\nShe watched with a smirk as his eyes tracked the glimmering key dangling between her bared, perky breasts.\n\n\"I dunno if I'm up for anything else tonight, but you look about ready to pop.\" She giggled, clambering to kneel between Ash's spread legs as she slipped his key into the lock.\n\nOnce she pulled off his cage, he inflated like a party balloon. He was full mast is seconds. All drippy and twitching. It was always like this when he got uncaged now. Kailey never hesitated to tell him how cute she thought it was that someone as big as he was looked so desperate and close every time she saw him.\n\nHe learned quickly to take that as a compliment.\n\n> \"Secondly, you'll have to warn me when you're close to finishing. You'll get to cum, don't worry! But it has to be done a special way. In porn, I think they call it a 'ruined orgasm.' But we call it *'the evening star.'* That's really important, alright?\"\n\nKailey dragged her palm over her tongue before wrapping it around Ash's throbbing member. He grunted softly, letting his eyes flutter shut as Kailey slowly began to pump her fist along his length. She knew he wouldn't last long, so she tried to go slow.\n\nBut even that brand of caution did little quell the fires raging in Ash's loins. It was less than 90 seconds before he was gasping quietly.\n\n\"I-I'm close! Close!\" He squeaked, prompting Kailey to pull her mitt away from his member and watch as it begin to twitch and spasm.\n\nThis was her favorite part.\n\n> \"Lastly, and this is a big one, male masturbation isn't allowed. Like, at all. And as much as I'd like to just take another promise, I can't. You'll have to wear this special device, with a little lock on it. I brought it with me, see? I know it looks scary, but don't worry. You'll get used to it. It's call a chastity cage, and I'll be holding onto the key. Okay? I knew you'd understand.\"\n\nAsh's hang-time between the loss of stimulation and his ejaculation was always quite suspenseful. His cock would jump and jerk, as though is was desperately trying to scream for help. To scream for more touches. But even if it could, Kailey would just smile and shake her head.\n\nThe actual orgasm itself is always so explosive.\n\nThe first rope fires off like a shotgun blast. No, more like a cannon shot. His cock is still pulsating hard in time with his heartbeat, every throb pumping out another thick string of piping hot alabaster goop. They splatter over his abdomen like blood spurts at a crime scene until the last of his load is dribbling from his cumslit and down the length of his unsoftened prick.\n\nShe can't possibly imagine the sensations, of course. The frustrating, near-pleasurelessness of the act. Like the thing that he wants so dearly is just out of reach, even though it might as well be a million miles away. She wouldn't know, because she gets to *feel* her orgasms. She's almost feel sadistic, if she didn't know in her heart that Ash's sexual frustration was God's will.\n\n\"So the evening star rises.\" Kailey giggles as Ash pants softly. His cock continues to twitch, not deflating even a little.\n\n> \"Now, one last thing. We should probably talk about me taking multiple lovers...\"\n\n\"You're still hard, babe. Is the night sky not quite full yet? I have some time before my date.\" Kailey purrs, smirking as Ash lifts his head to show is reddened face.\n\n\"I-I might have one more in me...\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The restaurant you work at took a page out of camgirl's book's tips make the toys the waitresses have to wear vibrate, the more money the stronger the vibration. Just remember anything you drop comes out if your pocket. | [
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"content": "Staff jaws were on the floor as Mr. Bentley held up the small pink toy. Courtney and Michelle were the only two who seemed to be genuinely upset, but everyone else just seemed shocked. A moment passed as Mr. Bentley let the news sink in before he spoke again.\n\n\"As I said. This is incentive for you, as well as incentive for our customers. The more money they spend, the more pleasure you get, the more money they spend,\" his voice seemed somehow overly eager for the plan. \"Now, we'll go ahead and demonstrate. Hannah?\" he called out in a loud voice.\n\nHannah, one of the head waitresses, walked into the banquet room and smiled at everyone. \"How do you feel?\" Mr. Bentley asked as she stood next to him. \n\n\"Completely fine, sir. The toy takes a little bit to get used to, but after that it's as unnoticeable as wearing my underwear,\" she smiled and turned herself slightly, putting her crotch on display. Just underneath the slacks she wore, I could see a thin bulge, the antenna from the toy inserted inside of her. \n\n\"Okay, perfect. Now, when I open the 'TipMe!' app, I just click on Hannah's name, and choose the amount to tip...\" Mr. Bentley typed on his phone screen for a moment and then a dull buzz began to ring out from the front of the room. Hannah's face changed. Her smile turned to a flighty smirk. Her hips shifted slightly, and we all watched as she began to thrust her hips rhythmically. After a few seconds, she moaned louder, and louder, and then the buzzing stopped.\n\n\"That was a $10 tip. Now we'll see what happens when we tip... should we say, $100?\" his smile turned devilish as Hannah looked over at him with surprise.\n\n\"Mr. Bentley that's not what we dis-\" her words stopped suddenly as the vibration noise that had previously permeated the room started once more. Louder this time by quite a bit. Hannah grabbed onto Mr. Bentley's arm, her mouth hung wide opened. Her hips were thrusting faster now, still in rhythm, as moans slid out of her lips like the profanity we were used to hearing on busy nights. \n\nHannah's legs began to quiver and shake, and her hand on Bentley's arm grasped harder. We wall watched as she began to slide down the wall, moaning and quivering, until she was just a shaking mess on the ground. Her moans of pleasure filled the room, peaking three different times, before she finally stopped. The vibrations dulled a few moments later, and our eyes went from Hannah up to Mr. Bentley.\n\n\"Any other questions?\" his smile was wide, almost villanesque. \"No? Okay then. This policy is in place as of your shifts this evening. I expect full cooperation, and anyone with debates can find the door. This concludes our staff meeting.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: I think my male roommate might be magic or able to stop time or something. I swear I’m not crazy it’s just the only thing that makes sense. | [
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"content": "The best thing about renting from Andy was his sense of style. He had an interest in collecting vintage clothes and furniture, and had a keen eye for it too. The whole apartment had such a cool, distinctive look.\n\nSara had never met a man like Andy before. The only real problem she had initially with her flatmate was how his eyes always inevitably drifted down to her cleavage anytime they spoke for more than 5 minutes. Bit of a creep, but he seemed harmless enough. \n\nThen Sara started to notice weird things happening. It was hard to explain. One second she would be sat in a particular position, and then the next second she'd feel like she'd been moved ever so slightly. \n\nT-shirts that had been tucked in spontaneously became untucked. Her bras were comfortable, and then they weren't - the straps changed tightness, they were hooked on wrong. There was at least one occasion where her panties were on the wrong way, when they definitely hadn't been that morning. More than once she had found strange stains on her clothes. \n\nThere were only two logical explanations for these strange occurences: either she was losing her mind, or Andy was drugging her.\n\nHeavy footsteps padding down the hall to the bathroom that morning meant Andy was about to have a shower. Sara crept across to his room. She had searched everywhere else in the house already, but his room was always the most likely place he'd hide any drugs. \n\nShe only have ten minutes or so, and couldn't let him know she'd been snooping, so she had to be quick. Rooting through his drawers as quietly as possible, she came across a strange item.\n\nIt looked like a normal pocket watch, except it was a little bigger than most. It had an odd weight to it, seeming much heavier than it should be. Sara had never seen Andy wear this watch, and usually he loved showing her his latest vintage finds. At the top-right of the watch was a slightly recessed button which invited pressing.\n\nAll of the air seemed to leave the room in an instant. Sara felt like she was in a bubble or some sorts, a curious feeling of pressure change in her ears. The radio playing in the kitchen was silent. The birds in the tree outside had stopped singing. Even the bathroom shower seemed to have stopped. \n\nSara glanced out of the window and saw passers-by frozen, mid-stride. Cars were no longer gliding down the street, but stood still instead. It took Sara a second or two to realise what was happening.\n\n*That motherfucker had a magic watch which could freeze time.*\n\nShe pressed the button again, and instantly everything sprung back to life, as if nothing had every been different. She felt sick to her stomach - it all made sense now. She put back the watch and rushed to her room.\n\nLaying on the bed, Sara's mind raced with questions. How did the watch work? How long had Andy been using it? How could she stop him? She was never going to be able to answer the first two, but she had some ideas for the last.\n\nGrabbing a marker pen, she wrote in big letters *\"I KNOW\"* across her stomach. That would likely stop him, or at least make him think again. She didn't want to face Andy, knowing what she knew now, so she stayed in her room for the rest of the day.\n\nShe had been sat at her desk, idly browsing Reddit, and then she wasn't. She was sat on her own bed, topless. Andy sat next to her with his head in his hands. Her plan had worked it seemed.\n\n*\"I'm so sorry Sara\"* he croaked. He looked sorry too, though Sara felt sure he was only sorry he had been caught. She was furious, and rightly so. \n\n*\"I found it buried in a box at the back of a vintage furniture store... I didn't know it had... powers... when I bought it\"*\n\nThey sat in a heavy silence for a moment, neither sure how to proceed. Finally, Sara spoke.\n\n*\"show me\"*\n\n*\"what?\"*\n\n*\"show me what you would do to me\"*\n\nAndy looked terrified. *\"n-no, I... I don't want to\"*\n\nSara's green eyes turned glacial as she looked at him coldly. \n\n*\"funny how you don't want to now that I know. You didn't seem to mind before - SHOW ME\"*\n\nAndy had clearly always thought that what Sara didn't know wouldn't hurt her. He never expected this. \n\n*\"it will be the last time you do this, so you might as well make the most of it\"*\n\nHe did as Sara told him, beginning by pushing back onto her bed. He gently took both her arms and placed them above her head. Now he began to kiss her face, her neck. Sara lay still, as if she was still unaware or unable to stop him.\n\nHe moved down to her chest, kissing and sucking at her breasts. It actually felt quite nice; there had been a time where Sara would have willingly done this. Not anymore though, not with Andy, obviously.\n\nAndy took out his cock. It was surprisingly hard, given how ashamed he looked. He straddled Sara's chest, taking her breasts in his hands, and began to rub himself on her.\n\nHe started to press her breasts closer together, his cock inbetween, pumping in and out. Sara had never had a man fuck her tits before. It was kind of hot in a weird way.\n\nSara just lay still, looking up at Andy as he took advantage of her body. He was starting to moan now, rolling his thumbs over Sara's nipples until they were hard, still with his hips pushing his cock in and out of her tits.\n\n*\"this is what you would do? just fuck my tits?\"*\n\nHe was biting his lip already, and he nodded\n\n*\"a-at first I would just touch them through your clothes, and then that wasn't enough...\"* he paused to groan, and then carried on \n\n*\"I became a little obsessed with you... with your figure... you're so fucking hot, you'd never go with a guy like me... I just wanted to touch you and kiss you... and maybe jerk off while I looked at you...\"*\n\n*\"and then you started to cum on me\"*\n\nHe nodded again, shyly. Sara didn't know why he was pretending to be shy now, he hadn't been shy with her before.\n\nAndy picked up the pace, squeezing Sara's breasts a little harder\n\n*\"oh, oh god... I'm gonna... I should... should I stop?\"*\n\n*\"do it. fuck my tits until you cum\"*\n\nShe could feel his cock absolutely throbbing between her breasts, it was making her more than a little wet. What he had done to her was gross and abusive, but she couldn't deny how hot it was making her\n\nAndy gasped, and groaned, and spilled his load all over Sara's chest. It flowed all over her collarbone like a sticky pearl necklace.\n\nHe was breathing hard, but still mumbled a pathetic-sounding *\"thank you\"* as he climbed off Sara.\n\n*\"ok, now you need to get out - and make sure you leave the watch\"*\n\nAndy looked down at the floor, ashamed, but nodded and left the room.\n\nShe hoped he stayed to listen at her door. She hoped he stayed and listened as she grabbed her favourite vibrator and held it close to her soaking pussy. She hoped he knew she was rubbing his cum into her skin as she desperately masturbated, and that she was licking her fingers clean, as she orgasmed harder than she had in a long time. Normally she would try to keep her voice down, moan into her pillow, but today she didn't hold back.\n\nShe hoped he knew he would never touch her again without her permission. It was Sara's turn to have her fun with the watch."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Slimes love wet places to stay, so when one moved in to her womb while she was sleeping, she couldn’t stop it. Unfortunately, it recently figured out how to make it wetter. | [
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"content": "“So they’re intelligent?” asked Sarah, eyeing the tank her lecturer was gesturing toward. When Sarah was told they were going on a field trip to the research wing of campus she felt like she was back in school going to the zoo, not the college experience she was paying hand over fist for. Seeing the slime creatures first hand however was fascinating.\n\n“They exhibit a… different kind of intellect. No capacity for language or tool use but exceptionally creative, more so than humans in some instances. The scientists frequently find one trying to escape.” said Mr Thatcher. The other students backed up but not Sarah. She thought they were cute, 18 small balls changing their shape to contour to their surroundings. Their surfaces changing colour and texture to blend in. Sarah didn’t like the dissection room. Pressed between two sheets of glass to span a large pool table and frozen. A camera making a quick close pass to map out its microscopic frozen biology. Sarah struggled with this aspect, she entered the field to understand the beauty she saw not to kill and pin down creatures she found. Fortunately a frantic scientist told them to leave and her lecturer had to adapt on the fly, shifting the class to the aviary. Sarah put her hand to the glass, seeing an equally curious slime approach and mimic her skin tone.\n\nSarah didn’t know what happened next, one moment she was recoiling from shattered glass, the next she, her teacher and 3 dozen slimes were on the floor, all groggy and confused while staff ran into the room, placing the sleeping slimes into containers.\n\nSarah felt something, she was wet? Sore too, she glanced around to the other students with a blush. Was it an effect of the gas? Had one of the students done something while she was unconscious. Sarah banished the thought, there were cameras. Oh Jesus… Sarah felt something deep inside her moving, she pressed her skirt down and held her legs tightly together, it was pushing deeper into her and she had to bite her lip to smother a moan. This wasn’t gas, she needed to tell them. Sarah watched the staff manhandle the slimes, taking them toward the dissection room.\n\n“W-what are they doing?” managed Sarah.\n\n“One of them is too smart for it’s own good. We can’t risk these ones rejoining the greater population.” said a scientist overlooking the process.\n\nSarah winced as it reached the depths of her slit. It’s entire body inside her, how would they take it out? How would she tell them without everyone knowing what was happening to her?\n\n“Are you ok ma'am? You are blushing, some have a reaction to the gas.” said the scientist.\n\n“Y-yes, I’m having a reaction. Can I talk to you about something?” said Sarah.\n\n“You will be fine, you're probably allergic to strawberries… just don't exert yourself. Mr Thatcher, needless to say your visit will be coming to an abrupt end I’m sorry.”\n\nOther students were groggily talking to each other, Sarah was still on the floor battling the sensations she was feeling.\n\n“Can you help her?” asked Mr Thatcher, nodding to two of her fellow students. Sarah tried to play it off as groggy as she was helped to her feet. Watching as a slime was systematically crushed and put on display. She turned away sharply. She wasn’t going to be part of that, she would find a way to safely remove it that didn’t kill it.\n\n\\-\n\nSarah was helped all the way to her dorm where Simon offered to keep an eye on her. She assumed he was propositioning her then she saw care in his eyes.\n\n“I-I’ll be fine… I just need to lie down.” said Sarah.\n\nSarah closed the door and checked the room was sealed before her knees finally gave out and she dropped to her bed, the little bastard had found her g-spot and her lips were drooling down her thighs. Sarah removed her soaked underwear and resisted the urge to go for her clit. He had been steadily bringing her toward climax and while relief would be nice, she didn’t want to teach him that. Sarah slid two fingers into herself. The sensation on her g-spot abruptly stopped and she felt him pull deeper inside her.\n\n“No no no no!” said Sarah but she had already set it in motion. Sarah gasped aloud as he pushed through her cervix, pulling it’s mass through with it.\n\n“Oh… oh fuck.” said Sarah, feeling him writhe deep inside her.\n\nSarah’s hand slid free, grazing over her clit to send a shock through her sex. Her currenly sex crazed mind convinced her that an orgasm would coax him out. What little rational thought remaining was in horror and concurred that any idea was a good one. Sarah frantically stroked her clit, moaning aloud. Fuck the neighbours. She needed this more than she knew, the slime worked its way back out of her womb, working at her g-spot. He was precise and dexterous, using a strange texture that he had quickly learned achieved himself the best results. Sarah finally came, clenching around him tightly as her spine arched off the bed. The slim slid free, running over her clit and taking over from her fingers. Sarah lay back moaning aloud as her sex was enveloped from within. He tried different textures, settling into the overwhelming sensation of writhing nodules. He was careful, never trying anything coarse. Sarah was pulled toward her second as any idea of pulling him out evaporated.\n\nSarah spread her legs wide, lifting the skirt up around her waist as she writhed under his constant stimulation. Her abdomen suddenly clenched and forced him out. Sarah came harder than she knew she could, her mind going blank as one ripple of muscle rolled into the next. Sarah shook her head, It worked, she had to act fast! Sarah put a hand over her slit, trying to block it’s entrance. He prodded at her fingers as she sat up, he was checking for a sensitive spot while Sarah's other hand tried to grasp it. He flowed through her free hand then the one covering herself.\n\n“No no no not there!” said Sarah as he oozed back into her. He seemed as spent as she was as he contentedly sat deep inside her, enjoying the juices he had drawn from her. \n\nSarah resigned herself to this being failed experiment 1.\n\nSarah lay back, collecting herself. Letting the horror and orgasm pass to think clearly. She took a deep breath and rose, stepping to her computer to write down her observations. Putting it all down while it was still fresh.\n\nBob… she named him Bob, remained inert and content, only the occasional shift happened inside herself. Sarah proposed summary experiments: Vibrations might repel Bob, Submersing her pelvis into a more suitable environment. Heat in the form of a heatpack on her abdomen but she had one idea to make it more tolerable for when she needed to focus. Sarah opened her draw to see Franklin, her dildo. She took out a kitchen knife, measuring out where it hit her cervix.\n\n“I’m sorry Franklin.” she cut off the excess.\n\n“Ok bob, let’s just move your wriggling self somewhere less distracting.” said Sarah. She was wet, she hadn’t not been since the research wing. Sarah slid Franklin inside herself slowly, keeping her motions non threatening. Sarah felt Bob recoil and start flowing into her womb once more, Sarah gasped and pushed the last of her dildo inside herself. Displacing the wriggling slime that idly toyed with her g-spot with the inert rubber.\n\n“Ok, just relax… this is better, this is tolerable.” Said Sarah.\n\nSarah pulled on 3 pairs of underwear to keep it inside and sat down carefully into her seat. She could feel Bob exploring her womb but she no longer felt the overwhelming urge to endure it and begin again with her clit. Sarah opened her textbook and began studying up on Bob."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The hero is about to broker peace with the demon queen and save his realm. She has but one demand of him: "Let's go on a date." | [
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"content": "After hours of trudging through muddy thoroughfare, and avoiding packs of roaming demons, the young king and his cohort finally arrived at their destination. The queen of demons had called for a summit between the nations of man and hell so here he was to broker a (hopefully) lasting peace. Since before anyone could remember demons and humans had been at war with one another, and a peace summit with a demon was almost certainly a first. None had pushed so far into demonic lands before and so the young king was the first in his line to lay eyes on the demon queen's palace. A huge staircase of sharp obsidian lay before him, and beyond that the swooping arches and spiky buttresses of the same stone. Demon's fire raged in torch holders and along the railings, lighting up the staircase and the otherwise shadowy entrance. Ten men could climb the flight side by side. The king turned to his entourage:\n\n\"You all had better stay here men. This place is treacherous and if we must make a swift exit I want everyone ready to go. And for gods sake don't knock over any of that demon fire.\"\n\nWith that he began his accent. The moment he stepped foot on the stone palace, servant imps poured out of the place to greet him. They spoke with him in scratchy voices that made him distinctly uncomfortable as he made his way inside. \n\n\"We have been exxssspecting your arrival sssssire.\" One small demon intoned, his head held low. \n\n\"Our queen is excited to make your acquaintancccceee. It is cussstomary for humansss to bathe before meeting with her highnessssss. Your filth will not be tolerated in this placcce for long.\"\n\n\"What a pleasant welcome. And here I thought I was the first to meet this demon queen. What customs could demons and humans possibly have?\"\n\n\"Y y y your sssarcasm will not be taken well from the queen. And no, no not the firsst, nor the last to enter here.\"\n\nApparently having reached the extent of his pleasantries the imp lead the way to a small chamber carved from the same stone as the rest of the place. It had a stone bath filled with steaming water and the smells of fine soaps and shampoos drifted about. Thick towels and robes hung from the walls. He noticed with serious dismay that the towels had his initials threaded into them. \n\n\"You may clean and adorn yourssself here. The queen will ssseee you in one of your hourrss.\" The imp gestured about the room and turned to leave.\n\n\"Wait. The war wages as we dawdle. I demand to be taken to the queen at once so that lives might be saved.\"\n\n\"Missstress will not see you in thisss... ssstate. If it is lives you wish to sssave you should be concerned for your own and bathe quickly.\" \n\nAfter giving the king a look of thinly veiled disgust the imp dismissed himself. The young king considered making more of a fuss but ultimately decided against it. Putting a chance for peace in jeopardy to save an hour wouldn't do at all. Besides, a hot bath would do him some good after all this time on the road, even if it made him feel like he was placating the enemy. In quite the hurry he stripped and stepped into the bath to lather himself. As a warrior and a king he was fit and muscular, even handsome despite (or as some might say, because of) his numerous scars. Being of average height and well proportioned he curried the favor of many-a court goer even without flaunting his wealth or status. The demon queen seemed to have a differing opinion on how one should address their own position of power, as her flaunting was obvious without even having laid eyes on her. In this moment to himself the king realized that since he wasn't the first to meet the queen that must have meant that some poor soul hadn't made it out to tell the tale. Not even a description of the queen had escaped these walls in the centuries his nation had been founded. Many assumed her to be as disgusting in appearance as her actions and her soldiers would have one believe, but the king's current lavish surroundings spoke to some other truth.\n\nAfter a thorough scrubbing he went to retrieve his gear only to find it missing. He hadn't seen or heard a demon enter the small chamber but nevertheless his clothes were gone. More than a little peeved, he grabbed one of the soft robes off the wall and called for the imp. The ugly little demon clopped towards him from somewhere out of sight.\n\n\"Where is my armor, imp?\" He said with malice. \"I'll have my men string you up if they're not returned.\"\n\n\"No, no ssssire, I did not take your armor. Her majesssty insists on her guessts attire. Your armor will have been taken to your men. Resst assssured they know you are unharmed. She will ssseee you now.\" The imp bowed and waved towards a hallway. Deeply offended, the king strode ahead in the direction of the queen. He would secure a peace at whatever cost the queen demanded and leave as soon as possible. Often hailed as the bravest man to have stalked the battlefields, this place gave him an uncharacteristic knot in his stomach.\n\nAfter what seemed like an eternity of shadowy hallways and grand staircases they made their way into a well lit throne room. Purple flames danced about in the torches, and a huge fire burned in a mantle off to the left. Sunlight flowed in from a massive window who's very structure defied reason. No known glass could stand under its own weight at that size. The throne was beneath the window and was just as impressive if more than a little terrifying. Carved from the same black stone that made up the floor and the walls, it was sharp and menacing. Upon it sat the queen, all too human in her appearance. She perched on the throne, one leg over the other clothed in stately robes similar to the king's own attire. Long fiery hair draped over her shoulders down to her waist. From what the king could see, her skin was of a pinkish hue just lighter than her hair. With some dismay he realized she was quite a handsome woman. He had expected the distinct cloven hooves that marked a demon, or some giant horns in place of crown. Instead she wore no crown and bare, human feet. Obviously some sort of enchantments were altering her true form... certainly it couldn't be any other way, the king thought. Her beauty was far more shocking than an ugly demon would've been, and the king felt the knot in his stomach tighten further.\n\nAfter taking him in with a leering smile the queen spoke.\n\n\"Your arrival has been long anticipated by myself and others below the surface. I have heard many tales from my servants about your prowess on the battlefield. Most of them concerning your ferocity but a few of the well spoken imps claim your strategic powers are a match for you physical capabilities. I can't wait to experience your... keen maneuvering first hand.\"\n\nAfter hearing her speak the young king knew he was in very far over his head. This thing before him bore the commanding voice and presence of a true monarch. None of his court held a candle to his own personal and political power, even those much older than him, but this queen was something else. Still, his resolve held strong as he spoke. He couldn't let this witch intimidate him. Not after all he had been through.\n\n\"Enough pleasantries. If your demons' accounts are correct you'll know my 'maneuvering' as you say is quite direct. As we speak, my people suffer under the terrible blights you cast upon us. Demons have pillaged and raped their way through our lands for far too long, longer than any of us can even recall. I've come to stop your reign of terror over us and to know why you've tormented humanity for so long. I demand peace and an explanation.\" The lesser demons littering the court room perked up at the king's demands. Some looked wary of the queen's potential outrage and others no doubt wanted to see how the queen would handle such impetuous speech. Certainly it had been years or perhaps centuries since someone challenged her so directly. The court was silent and thick with anticipation. The queen leaned forward on her throne and her robe parted to reveal too much skin and cleavage for the king's comfort. Her effect on him was clear and her evil smile only grew at his discomfort.\n\n\"My, my how forward!\" She laughed like a tenor and the king was chilled to the bone. He was quite offput by her obvious sexual intentions and flippant nature. How could she care so little for the lives lost as they spoke? For even her own demons? \n\nThe queen continued.\n\n\"Yes, yes we'll end the war, demons will no longer cause your people to suffer, peace and sunshine and fairy dust for all the land and so on and so fourth. Is that what you want to hear, sweet little king? Oh and as for why, well, I need *something* to do with my unlimited time don't I? I've had peace with your kind in the past and its oh so boring for the both of us. Do you really think you would be so accomplished if I weren't sending demons for you to slaughter? Could you even hold your power in a time of peace? You see, the real reason I choose to torment you fleshy things is because I prefer to deal with the battle hardened men produced by such conflict than with the soft and pliable ones that come to me in times of peace. It takes generations of battle to make a man such as yourself and now that you're here I couldn't be more delighted.\n\n\"I will comply with all of your demands. The war will come to an end and I will give your people whatever reparations you desire. That is... on one condition...\" \n\n\"And what is that condition?\" The king asked through gritted teeth. He already had an idea of what she was about to say."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: As I get older my husband has decided he will fuck younger women and I have to watch, but my sister?! Of all people! | [
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"content": "Sunlight glistened along the top of a wide, deep pool. Birds sang with abandon.\n\nAnn was miserable.\n\n\"You know we used to giggle about you, back in the day when you two were dating?\" Becca beamed, teasing the rolling indentations of muscle on Greg's chest with a licked finger. \"Isn't that right, Anna-banana?\" \n\nAnn hadn't been called that since her baby sister was a child. But it felt like she was always a child, being 12 years younger than Ann herself. \"That's not my name.\"\n\n\"Might as well be, since *this* isn't yours anymore either.\" She gestured to Greg's impressive bulge, still relatively passive by the looks of it. He wasn't half as hard as he could get. And how thick...\n\nAnn's legs were working her bathing suit between her slit, like two desperate hands trying to start a fire with sticks. But it had been too long. She couldn't enjoy him, let alone satisfy him. The burn worsened, but she kept shifting, until light laughter stopped her. She caught herself and sat up, pretending to look for her suntan lotion.\n\nGreg had the pool installed last year, thanks to a big bonus from his boss. \"You'll answer to what she calls you.\" Greg commanded, half-asleep by the sound of it, a thin smile on his stubbled face. His sharp jaw was angled away from her, muscular arm overhead like some kind of model who didn't have to try. Becca was kissing his stomach. Lower. And lower.\n\n\"Yes...sir.\" Ann forced out.\n\n\"Oh my gooood this is so nice! Isn't this nice, sis? Fighting sexual tension for *years* is so exhausting.\" Ann said nothing, staring at her phone through large sunglasses. Becca splashed her. \n\n\"Come on, you wrinkly old hag! Aren't you dark enough, anyway? Your wrinkles are showing the more you bake.\"\n\nWhen Ann didn't move or respond, Becca got up and dumped her chair into the pool. The pair laughed, fondling each other as Ann coughed and fought her large-brim hat for air.\n\n\"Stay put. Tread water for a while. You could use the workout.\" Greg pointed a thick finger at her, then used the same finger to snap Becca's flimsy thong. She squealed, turning around to twerk her wide, perky ass along his board shorts in tantalizing circles. \n\nAnn's arms and legs were already burning by the time her husband bent her sister over one of the lawn chairs, cock glistening from Becca's arousal between each thrust. Her golden curls shook in even waves. Her moans could (and probably would) draw the attention of the neighbors.\n\nAnn shut her eyes and tried to float, water pushing against her chest and making it hard to breathe. He shook his head at her, shaming her into resuming her tread.\n\n\"Your endurance...was that...the last...straw? Aoh, god, baby!\" Becca couldn't taunt further as her legs began to shake, orgasm rippling through her. Her knuckles were white against the arm of the chair. \n\n\"Please, baby, I want to taste...us!\" Becca knelt before him, demure and submissive, and massaged heavy ropes of his load into her mouth and down her chest. \n\n\"Oh, and I'm staying the night, Anna-banana. Hubby here already told me he wants two rounds today. What's for dinner?\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: After techo-augmentation became widespread people's minds immediately turned to sex. Specifically, built in sextoys became a new fad. I mean, who wouldn't want a vibrator that you can turn on with a thought without any hassle of lube or anything*... the hackers loved it too. | [
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"content": "Hehehe-these poor suckers ain’t got a clue how insecure all their stuff is. The think they’ve found a nice discrete way to get their jollies off-but all tech leaves traces. Traces that people can find and abuse. People like me.\n\nI’ve got a few mods of my own, of course. Actually helps me out. Can integrate a suit of wetware firmware devices devices for my more common hacks into my system, and an AR system to help see what’s available.\n\nUseful for situations like this-one where I’m tremendously bored, and need some manner of excuse. My eyes can see the orange outline in the speakers head. A few motions with my hand that look like nervous fidgeting, and I set my system to analyzing-ooh! Pricy little toy here-just bypass all the fun bits to jam an electrode straight into the pleasure centers. One flip of a switch, and she’s be a perpetually,-orgasming mess until someone can reset things.\n\nAnd I hold the key to a lot of such systems in my chest and hand. A few small twitches, and I’m in, the setting floating above her head for me to tweak. Hmmm...let’s double this intensity from what it was before, that should do the trick. I activate it, and she’s instantly a mess, screaming from pleasure as she curls up on the ground.\n\nOf course, the other people here don’t know that-only that she collapsed and started screaming. The ensuing panic essentially cancels the meeting, and I walk out glad for the spare time to make sure all my scripts are maintained with any new updates. They’ll attribute it to a glitch, or some recklessness on her part-but I’ll know. \n\nJust like I’ll know all the other times. Babe on the bus has a nice expandable insertion in place-now’s as good a day as any to test how much she can take it really growing. \n\nIt’s petty, dumb fun, but I never claimed to be anything more than some trickster, out purely for my amusement."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: In a world where all mages are women and magic is powered by consuming/absorbing cum, the appearance of a mythical Futa throws off a delicate balance | [
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"content": "The Lady Archmage Collessa Ara den Davien could not be ignored. She absolutely would not allow anyone to not regard her. Her hair was volumnious, her makeup gawdy, her dress was loud, and by all the gods her cock was huge.\n\nWhile other, lesser mages needed collections of male servants to feed their spell crafts, Lady Collessa had been blessed with her own power source. If she were ever in need of an extra boost in battle or in protracted court meetings, she need only to stroke and the power would fill her needs.\n\nThe jealous others would look on at this unbelievable woman who commanded fear and respect with utter disdainful envy. Petty floozies that's all.\n\nRumors surround the archmage regarding her impressive member. Her cum could cure any ailment, it was so long when erect she could deep throat herself, she could literally cum at the slightest touch. She didn't dispel any of them of course. What better way to build a reputation to precede her than with a cock that always entered rooms well before her.\n\nDespite the fact she had such a power cock with no need of puny man servants, she kept around one: a man named Eric Gundlier. It was unclear how he had been granted the priviledge of serving her, much less as a fully clothed man, but gossip ranged from him being a good fucktoy to some kind of life debt. Again, Collessa would never reveal the secret. It was too delicious to here the new theories every time she returned to court. And of course, Eric maintained a vow of silence except when alone with his mistress.\n\nDue to her high rank within the king's advisory, she enjoyed all the perks of his high barons plus some. She could have just about anyone with out permission from their spouses, save for the king and queen themselves. Of course, they would be fools to turn her down. To be bedded by the legendary den Davien is a chance only the truly inept would turn down. It is said, one night with the Archmage is life changing. Entire wars have stopped and started because of her prowess. Countries have risen and fallen because of her. Jealousy in affair with her only arise because the spouse wasn't the one chosen. If gods were men, she would be their world and universe and they would worship the ground she walked.\n\nNo one could deny her power, only wish she would choose them.\n\nThere is no jealousy of her, only jealousy in the ones she deems worthy.\n\nFor she is the goddess, and all worship at her temple."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A military cyborg has retired from service and had decided that she wants a career change from an instrument of war to a toy for pleasure. | [
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"content": "\"Lieutenant Eve, thank you for your service,\" said Colonel Sam while shaking Eve's hand.\n\n\nThat was all Eve got. No salute, no medal, no pension, nothing. Afterall, a BattleBot has no need for material possession or sense of achievement.\n\n\nAfter the words are uttered, the orderly proceeded with decommissioning process.\n\n\nEve was supposed to be deactivated, and be kept in storage until the military could decide on what to do. Afterall, the long war had just ended, and there was no telling if the fragile peace would hold.\n\n\nPerhaps it was a twist of fate. Perhaps it was just a human error. But Eve was not properly shut down, resulting in only her hard drive rebooting. When she woke up, she was lined up with countless other decommissioned BattleBot in what appeared to be a huge dark warehouse.\n\n\nEve walked around the warehouse aimlessly. Freed from her orders, there was really nothing she could do. Uncharacteristically, the warehouse was lightly guarded. In fact, there was only one guard in the guard house. Perhaps the brass was thinking to put up a facade that this warehouse was merely a civilian warehouse with no military value. Afterall, the more important a location, the more heavily guarded it would be.\n\n\nSince there was really nothing there is to do, Eve walked towards the guardhouse silently. All BattleBots can approach their targets with almost no sound. That was how BattleBots gained notoriety as the ultimate ambush force.\n\n\nEve stopped just right before the guard could sense her. The guard appeared to be watching some sort of video on his tablet. Eve zoomed into the tablet screen using her telescopic eyes. \n\n\nThere was no mistaking it, the guard was watching porn. Eve saw that the woman had flowing long silky hair, fragile muscles, thin waist, with heavy breast and buttock. Eve shooked her head. These features are tactically useless in the field. The man was worst. Pot belly, bald, obese, and looked like he would faint after sprinting 30m, with the only redeeming feature being an unusually long and thick penis. These were also useless. The penis could not he used to punch an enemy.\n\n\nBut Eve could see why. The guard was likewise obese and bald, with the exception that he had a really short and thin penis that he was vigorously stroking now. The guard probably imagining himself being the man having sex with the woman, dick size difference notwithstanding."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Her new roommate had no boundaries. They were even happy to come into the room to talk while she was showering! | [
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"content": "As if it wasn't hard enough questioning my sexuality... Tiffany, my roomate, had only just met me a week ago and seemed to have no concept of privacy. She changed and showered with the door wide open, she slept naked, again with the door open. And now here she was looking at her phone, asking \"what do you want for dinner?\"\n\nI covered myself with my hands. \"G-get out! I'm taking a shower!\"\n\nShe rolled her eyes \"there's two possible outcomes to this: either you like girls, and you don't mind being seen by them, or you don't, and it's nothing I haven't seen before.\"\n\n\"That's not at all how this works!\" I am shout, dumbfounded by her logic, or lack there of.\n\nShe rolls her eyes again, then pulls up porn on her phone to show me \"if I was looking for tits i could find some that quickly. Now, what do you want for dinner? I'm hungry.\"\n\n\"I-i don't know just order a pizza or something and leave me alone!\" I was just trying to get her out of the room at this point.\n\n\"Alright. Peperoni sound good?\"\n\n\"Sure, whatever.\" I said, turning my back to her so i could continue showering.\n\nI heard her leave, but she didnt close the door. As much as i hate to admit it, the shower felt better when our tiny bathroom wasn't flooded by steam. It wasn't until i got out that i noticed she took the clothes I had laid out to wear.\n\nSo I took the towel to cover myself and walked myself to my room only to find my laundry basket missing. I found my phone to give Tiffany hell about leaving me stranded at home and naked.\n\nHer response was \"oh you're out? Could you toss your towel down the shute? I like to get it all done at once.\"\n\n\"No! It's all I've got left to wear!\"\n\n\"Didn't you get laid off a couple days ago? How's the job search going?\"\n\nI cursed a couple times to myself, \"not well.\"\n\n\"Cooperative girls get their rent paid :p\"\n\n\"Oh so what I'm your pet now?\"\n\n\"I wasn't going that far, but if your offering~\"\n\nI couldn't answer anymore, I tossed the towel down the shute and sat in my room naked. It was embarassing, but I still couldn't stop my hands from wandering to my swollen sex and rubbing it. I almost came before there was a knock at the door. Tiffany was nowhere near done with the laundry, had she planned this?\n\nCooperative girls get their rent paid. I sighed trying to justify to myself what I was doing, opening the door without covering myself at all. \n\nThe dilivery girl was cute, and couldn't stop staring, even as i wrote in a 100% tip (take that Tiffany!) And I brought the pizza inside. \"That's it, I am so *so* gay.\" I decided."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A Slimegirl's classmates at culinary school all use her for anything from a taste tester to a garbage disposal. Never mind how curvy her figure gets with all the extra mass... | [
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"content": "[ **I** went the direction of size difference and domination. BDSM, femdom, etc. Read if you dare. ]\n\n[ This all takes place in a college of legal-age adults ]\n\nGina, from first glance, looked like a regular human woman. We all did, we had to, since a few unknowing humans went to this school and we didn’t want to tip them off. The only odd thing about her human disguise is the shiny skin and the occasional slip up, where her slimy body would wrap around things or stretch beyond that of a normal human. \n\nWhen she dropped the discoloration in her skin, though, her skin would go from pale-white to a translucent bright yellow, like lemonade-colored-jello. A sight to behold, considering how good she’d gotten at hiding it. Her sweet little demeanor was adorable, especially with her modest features. We all knew she chose to look like that, considering she can reshape her body at will. \n\nSo, once we’d all formally met in our little monster-boy/monster-girl friend group, it’s only natural that we started messing with each-other. For me, people would see if they could my tail to stick out from inside my pants, and my ears pop out from under my beanie by giving me quick little back scratches. For others, they’d try to poke and prod them into accidentally revealing themselves, much to the confusion of the human students. For Gina, though, our teasing was a little more... interesting. \n\nWhenever we had extra food waste, or free samples, or some lunch we didn’t want, or even other organic things like toothpicks and leaves, we’d see if we could stick it in her slimegirl body. It was tricky, because her clothing is human clothing, so we’d have to push it against her skin hard and quick enough that she wouldn’t stop us before it sank in. She can digest almost anything, so she’d just accept it usually. (Except for the few times our hands would sink into her, or that one time Brian stuffed a whole live hamster into her forehead. She spit those out. The hamster was fine, if a bit traumatized.)\n\nHowever, over the semester it started to... show. She’d be on a strict diet most of the time, to avoid over-growing, but our little tricks pushed her a little more than expected. Over the months, she went from the shortest girl to the tallest among all of us. Her breasts went from modest to nearly bursting through her shirt. Her legs and arms went from stick-thin to muscular, like she was a basketball player. After a while, she stopped protesting our little pranks, and eventually she started encouraging it. She’d look at me expectantly to shove my sandwich crusts into her neck, or through her palm, and watch it slowly sink into her skin, revealing her yellow slimy body for just a moment before her human-color faded back. It was strange, the way her eyes fluttered, and the way she’d stare deep into my gaze when she’d do it. I thought nothing of it at the time. \n\nDuring spring break, we all went our separate ways. She was open about how she was originally going to see her family (living near Yellowstone) but decided to change plans and take a culinary internship at a restaurant. A steak restaurant. A few of us put together that she was just looking for ways to get more protein, like she was addicted. \n\nWhen we finally came back to class, all of us saw what she’d been up to. She’d gone from thick to buff, and from tall to amazonian. Easily the tallest, strongest person in school now, towering over everyone, lifting cars with ease and running into doorframes. \n\nAnd that’s where we find ourselves now. It’s after our first class together, she’s just walked me into a bathroom and locked the door. She’s got one hand around my neck and the other on her hip, needing to bend down to look at me. I can’t tell if her little shirt and skirt combo was tight on purpose, or if she’d simply outgrown them to the point of making them that tight. Her little smug smirk is enough to tell me what’s going on, but she spells it out for me in her newfound, deep alto voice. \n\n“I’ve always had a thing for you. I’ve just never had the... gusto to take what I want.”\n\nShe leans closer to me. I can watch the color drain from her face, revealing her true, yellow-transparent skin, staring at me through see-through eyes. \n\n“But now...”\n\nHer clothes suddenly melt through her body, her barely-big-enough shirt shrinking into her chest before being digested and disintegrating entirely within her. \n\n“I’ll bet I could carry you out of here and nobody would stop me. And you’d love every second of it, wouldn’t you?”\n\nMy fear is overtaken by my sheer sense of awe, looking up at this massive, muscular, slimy, naked woman. I’ll bet she doesn’t even need to look down to see how aroused I am. I’ll also bet she could tear me in half with her pinky fingers. \n\nI mutter the phrase I’ve always wanted to. \n\n“Y-yes ma’am.”\n\nShe smirks, now mounting on top of me, letting her massive ass rest against my legs, immediately putting them to sleep. Her lustful expression becomes almost... carnivorous as she leans closer to me.\n\n“Good. Good little pet.”\n\nBefore long, my mind practically fades away. Memories of this moment become a yellow blur of passion, moaning, pure bliss, pure submission, and too many orgasms to count. By the end, she’d made a little collar out of her body, like a choker, and left it on me. It’s like she’s always there, always able to do what she wants with me. I wouldn’t be surprised if so much of her was inside my body that she could control my movements from the inside. Not that I wouldn’t do every little order that comes from her mouth, instinctually. \n\nThe rest of the day was me embarrassedly trying to hide how soaked with arousal my lower body had become, and trying not to blush with every little look she gave me during class. Afterwards, she practically carried me to her home. \n\n...and that’s how I met my mistress."
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"content": "I heard her keys in the lock clacking, just as I sat down for my dinner I made for myself. \n\nI called out, \"if you're hungry, I have some extra lasagna!\"\n\nShe yelled back, \"let me get changed first!\" and rolled her luggage right into her room, and closed it. \n\nWe both ignored the fact that the door was way heavier than it should be, something obvious from the way it closed, even though it does have a damper on it. Who's heard of an apartment room door with a damper? \n\nYou see, my roommate is clearly an operative of some sort, probably an assassin. I know she doesn't keep equipment in her room, not that I've been inside. Even I can tell she only brings a mostly-empty suitcase home, just by the sound the casters made over the door sill. She obviously stashed her... equipment elsewhere. \n\nBut if she's willing to keep up the act, so am I. After all... we all have our secrets. \n\nShe comes out a few minutes later, having changed out of the power suit into a... bathrobe? Was she sashaying more than usual? I only looked at her out of the corner of my eye, as I was mostly pretending to read my Kindle. When I also detected a bit of perfume, I knew something is up. But the game must be played. \n\nShe walked past me, letting her hair out of a bun and let it cascade down her shoulders, brunette hair with a few blonde highlights. She even played with it a little, and I smiled internally. So seductress game it is tonight. \n\nShe made a show of leaning down to smell my lasagna, exposing her cleavage a bit, pretending not to notice the slip-up. I pretended to not notice at all, even as she walked to the stove and cut herself a portion of the lasagna, a new recipe I tried from America's Test Kitchen show. It was divine, and she apparently agreed, if the sound of slow exhalation and the \"mmm\" sounds of bliss was not entirely feigned. \n\nI actually angled my Kindle slightly so I can see her in the reflection, as she did get a kitchen knife, and it seems she did hesitate for a moment. I tensed slightly, and it seems she realized I was watching her. So she simply cut a piece for herself, which she placed on a plate and brought it over to the table and sat down next to me... NOT her usual position. \n\nI pretended not to notice, but I cataloged her every move. \n\nSoon she was doing the chest-puffing and slow moan of ecstasy as she tasted my lasagna. While the ATK recipe is good, I doubt I am THAT good with it, so she's clearly hamming it up... for something. \n\n\"Tough day?\" I questioned casually. \n\n\"Mmm - hmmmm!\" as she never stopped eating. One thing I liked about her \"persona\" at home is her enthusiasm for food. Is that a part of her true self, instead of her work self... only she knows the truth. \n\nI was already done eating and was just pretending to read, wondering what her next move is. \n\n\"What do you know about my work?\" She blurted out when she finally inhaled the remainder of her lasagna. \n\n\"What do you mean?\" I raised my eyebrows in question. \n\n\"What did I say about my work?\" She persisted.\n\n\"Nothing.\" I went back to my pretend-reading, including flipping pages on the ebook. \n\n\"Well, you're a security guy. What did you observe?\"\n\nWell... it's true I'm in security... but I'm in cybersecurity, no physical security. Ask me about firewalls and SIEM, I'm your guy. Ask me about operational security... I can probably extemporize a bit, as I do have to teach people about anti-spearphishing for security awareness. But what she's asking seems to be more of Holmesian observation and deduction. \n\n\"You want me to play Sherlock Holmes?\"\n\nShe crossed her arms under her breasts and I wasn't sure if it is a conscious move, but it did have the effect of revealing more of her cleavage. She nodded. \n\n\"Okay. On the surface, you appear to be a traveling professional, as you are often living out of a suitcase and wear business outfits.\" \n\nI reached out and held her hand as if for an exhibition, turned her hand over, and continued. \n\n\"Judging by your skin tone, you just spent some time in a very sunny area and got sunburned. Yet the luggage you brought back had a luggage tag that did not show any destinations near the equator. I have some aloe in the bathroom vanity, by the way.\"\n\nHer bemused expression started to melt a little. She tried to pull her hand back, but I held on for a moment longer, judging her strength. \n\nAnd she's surprisingly strong. \n\n\"Your muscle tone is excellent, which suggests you exercise daily. Yet I have never seen you in any sort of workout clothes. I did, however, notice you wear dark Underarmour (tm) first layers under that robe. So you either exercise in secret... or you do all your exercising while you're on the job, which makes no sense.\"\n\nHer smile had completely vanished.\n\n\"The timing of you going on those trips are also a bit suspect. Projects usually do not come in at like 3AM, at least not in the civilian world. \n\n\"Your reinforced room door, the tell-tales around it, and the subtle but unmistakable hidden cameras around it are pretty obvious to me, but then I am a security professional. \"\n\nHer jaw started to drop. \n\n\"All in all, you are probably an undercover operative of some sort, and I was picked to be your cover roommate. What I haven't figured out is which side you work for.\"\n\nNext thing I know, I'm on the floor, with her straddling me, my arms pinned under her legs, and her arm across my throat, and a dull ache in my stomach, probably where she punched me. \n\nI did not resist. After all, she probably could have killed me several times over had she REALLY wanted to. I'm cybersecurity, not physical security. \n\nI did manage to choke out, \"How did I do?\"\n\nHer robe had fallen open, and the Underarmour top was VERY form-fitting, basically a sports bra. Her hair was cascading off the sides of her face, as she was leaning forward. She really is beautiful. I could enjoy this view if there weren't for her arm across my throat and her scowling expression. \n\nAfter all, my life is... under her arm? \n\nEventually, her expression softened, and her pressure on my throat relaxed, and she even chuckled, \"I did ask for it, didn't I?\"\n\nI chuckled/coughed in return.\n\nShe climbed off of me, and I sat up, then climbed back to my feet. \n\nShe just stood there, looking off to the side at nothing. \n\nI approached slowly, and I can see she is aware of me, but chose not to react. \n\nI stopped just short of touching her. \n\n\"Hey...\"\n\nShe turned to look at me, slightly upward as I am a few inches taller. \n\nI leaned down, turned my face slightly as not to bump noses, and kissed her. \n\nI closed my eyes and braced myself for another punch in the stomach, or even the throat this time, but it did not come. \n\nSo I kissed her again. No hands, but a slightly deeper kiss. \n\nThen a third time, with a little tongue on her lips. \n\nThen a fourth... \n\nWhat happened after that was a blur of bliss and ecstasy. \n\nI did wake up to her in my bed the next morning. And I get to put aloe on her back... her entire back. And her legs\n\nA week or two later, I got an exclusive gig to consult for a local giant corporation. Pay is well above average. I wonder if she had something to do with it? Or was it her employer? \n\nBut that's a secret we have to keep to ourselves."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Like the other monster girls in the sorority, she was glad to do her part for the fundraiser, but still, being milked in public was just so... *embarrassing*. Her skin was hot, and she could already feel herself blushing at the thought of it. | [
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"content": "Well I suppose this is a follow up to one of your older prompts: https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/hc5maz/wp_a_sorority_of_monster_girls_needs_to_raise/\n\nMelanie squirmed in place as milk trickled from her breasts, creating a damp spot in her cow skin pattern bikini top. Beside her Jim was as serene as she was not, displaying a cool confidence that she'd come to appreciate in him. \n\nOf course, *he* wasn't about to get milked in front of a crowd. \n\nHe looked over at her and brushed his arm against hers, “You holding up okay?”\n\n“Y-yeah.” She smiled and nodded, but from the way a frown formed on his lips she could already see he wasn't buying it, \"I guess it's just different from the last fundraiser,\" That was the one where she'd been fortunate enough to be paired up with Jim. She flushed thinking about it, “You remember, don't you? The tent had an open layout, but we had at least some privacy. It wasn't in front of a crowd.\" She felt her cheeks burning, \"But it's fine, I'll be fine.”\n\n“You will,” He agreed, and stepped closer, slipping behind her back to wrap himself around her. His arms cradled her waist, but avoided brushing against her breasts. She was already so full that she was leaking without prompting, even brushing against them would be enough to expel more. “You'll be great.” He kissed her neck leaning into her and drawing a hot breath out of her.\n\nIt was almost enough to drop the public milking and let him go to town right then and there. But the sorority had been planning this fundraiser for weeks. And Jim had shown incredible restraint for the entire last week, refraining from even touching her breasts so they could fill sufficiently for a good showing.\n\nThat was another thing. As if it wasn't embarassing enough being milked in front of a crowd, her milk, and the milk of her sisters, were going to be judged!\n\nAnd as if that wasn't bad enough, Jim wouldn't be getting anything from the milking either. Not unless he bid on it, and as the milker he wasn't supposed to do that. \n\nShe promised herself that she'd treat him to as much as he could drink in a few days. It wasn't like he was alone in enjoying it after all. He was just as tender as the first time he'd drank from her.\n\n“I know a way to calm you down.” He whispered, and his fingers slid under her panties. Hot breath washed over her neck and she let out a low of pleasure.\n\n“W-we shouldn't.” She gasped, but his fingers were already working over her clit. In an instant she was sopping wet.\n\n“You're probably right.” He murmured, “You're already leaking, you're liable to explode if I get you off before we get you onto that milking machine.” \n\nShe couldn't help but notice that he wasn't stopping. “But they're expecting a show out there. I'm gonna get you so hot and bothered that you won't be able to be worried. And I'm gonna keep you there for as long as I can.” He smiled, “I saw some of the other milkers going to town, but you know what? I'm not going to do that.”\n\n“Why--” The words came between gasps, “--not?” Her tail batted between his legs, and she ground her butt against his crotch.\n\n“Because I'm not going to let people think you're just refreshments. I'm going to show everyone that you're a full meal.” He grinned as his finger ran a ring around her clit, “Once I set up the milkers I'm going to eat you out right there in front of everyone, how does that sound?”\n\nA moo, long and deep tore free from her throat as her entire body shuddered. Melanie wasn't sure she'd be able to form words if her life depended on it. She didn't even notice the crowd in front of her, when had Jim lead her out in front of them? It didn't really matter, because it was then that her boyfriend proved as good as his word, his tongue dragging itself across her clit.\n\nBy the time she had finally been drained she couldn't even walk, and crawled off stage to roaring applause. Jim received a cheer of his own as he held the leash to guide her away, but by then his tounge was too tired to form words. She cuddled up against him and together they drifted off to sleep together, their rest well earned and deserved.\n\nIt wasn't to last. They were woken up at the end of the event, dragged out on stage for judgment and the auction. Melanie felt a warm glow as she was swept the awards. Not only did she produce the most milk, not only was it judged as the highest quality, not only did her milk have the fiercest auction and sell for the most money, the judges all agreed: she mooed louder and longer than any of her sisters who had 'performed' for the audience."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Frozen and Aware | [
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"content": "That stupid asshole had stopped time again. I remembered the first time he had done it in our History class, feeling my hand suddenly stop as I was taking notes, as if the air itself had hardened against my skin.\n\nBack then, he was only just starting with his time stop powers, and satisfied himself by jerking off while staring at my frozen form. I never told anyone about this – can you imagine going to campus police and telling them \"Some horny nerd has been stopping time and pleasuring himself while looking at me?\"\n\nAnd to be honest, I kind of liked the attention. I hadn't had a boyfriend in college yet, despite numerous advances; I thought I was maintaining a certain sort of mystique by not hooking up with anyone in my time here. So when this boy started getting a little bolder, lifting my shirt up to look at my bare tits while he touched himself, I secretly enjoyed the perverted attention I was getting, without giving up any social standing.\n\nBut this time I could feel was different. He had clearly tested his \"time stop\" power, and was confident that it wouldn't suddenly release, and that nobody else could remember what he did in his realm of stopped time. He started by boldly moving my body from its frozen position at the desk, rotating me so it was almost like I had bent over in front of him. My mind raced, frozen in midair with this stupid motherfucker pulling down my skirt and panties. Maybe he had already finished – I desperately imagined a pathetic nerd like him cumming immediately at the sight of his first pussy.\n\nBut I wasn't so lucky. I felt myself get wet, and then felt him pause. Maybe he had done this before, and hadn't seen a wet cunt like mine before, as my stupid traitorous mind swimmed with horny thoughts, stimulating arousal and wetness despite the rest of my body being frozen in place. I flushed as I felt his gaze on my pussy, and realized he probably thought I was some sort of slut, perpetually wet, even in this boring History class. I heard him take off his belt and pull down his pants, and imagined his stupid nerdy cock hanging out erect in the middle of the classroom. \n\n\n*Continuing...*"
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"content": "My girlfriend had tied me up because she thought it would be funny to leave me here, naked, with my dick hard and my body bound. My roommate Stacie wasn't supposed to be home for another few hours which is why I was shocked to hear the door open and close followed by Stacy's voice, \"hey, Alfred, I'm home!\"\n\n\"Uh, don't come into the bedroom! I'm busy!\" I shout back, biting my lip and hoping for the best. The door was wide open. \n\nI heard her heels clicking down the hallway as she came into my room and let out a gasp. I searched her face of shock for a moment, \"Stacie, it's not— Maddie tied me up and, well, left me. Mind uncuffing me?\"\n\nStacie's face contorted from one of shock to something akin to sadistic glee. \"Why would I do that when I have you right where I want you? Now you can't say no to me. My big boobies have just been so full lately... I hope you're thirsty,\" she said in an innocent voice as she walked over to me. \n\n\"No, Stacie— don't!\" Before I could say anything else, her breasts were in my face and one of her nipples was in my mouth. I had no choice but to suck on her large, full breasts. \"Mmmm... Good boy,\" she said, petting my head softly. \"Drink up, Alfred, you better get used to this because this is what you'll be drinking from now on. I can't wait until you're addicted,\" she teased, running a finger along my cock. \"We wouldn't want Maddie to find out that her sweet boyfriend is addicted to his big-boobied roommate.\" Her hand started to stroke my cock as I drank from her breasts. \n\nShe was right... I had been thirsty. Now that I had a taste of her, I wanted more. \"Oooh, someone's eager,\" she giggled, biting her lip as I sucked even harder, wanting more milk. \n\n\"I think I'll just leave you like this for a few days, letting you just drink from my breasts. Maybe I'll let you cum, too!\" She said, bringing me to the edge and stopping. She pulled her nipple away from my mouth and I gasped for air. \n\nAs much as I didn't want to admit it, I was addicted. I couldn't tell you why, but I was. \"More... Stacie... Please...\" I begged. \n\n\"Good pet; your small-tittied girlfriend will never be able to give you this. On Stacie can. So just drink... And relax...\" Her nipple was brought back to my lips and I eagerly sucked on it as she stroked my cock again, conditioning me. I lost track of how long I had been there, but by the time she was done, I was hooked."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When he booked his trip to the resort, he noticed the price was way lower for women. So he booked his trip under a girl's name. He couldn't have been prouder of his scam when he received his free gift basket full of girly liqueurs and pink candies... | [
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"content": "The room was cozy and warm, with inviting decor. All in all a nice place to crash.\n\nCollapsing on the bed, he popped one of the candies in his mouth. It was sweet, like cotton candy, and dissolved slowly on his tongue.\n\nHe yawned. It had been a long day of travel and he was ready for a nap. Stripping down to his skivies, he stretched and slowly drifted off to sleep.\n\nStrange mist and multicolored clouds filled his dreams, shapes slowly forming and dispersing. Strange figures appeared in the fog, approaching him with a deliberate stride. Soon they surrounded him, but he couldn't concentrate. He was suddenly aware he needed to pee.\n\nRoused awake, he made his way to the bathroom. He didn't bother turning on the lights, it would only be harder to return to sleep. Blurriness made the journey difficult, but he'd cope.\n\nStumbling into the bathroom, he made it to the toilet. Pulling down his draws, he soon discover something was missing. Not only that, something, two somethings in fact, firm and squishy sat on his chest.\n\nAlarmed at his discoveries, he flipped on the bathroom light.\n\nHe could hardly believe his eyes.\n\nStanding where he was in the full size vanity mirror was a voluptuous young woman. She had his same hair and eye color, with a perfect tan and even more perfect set of breasts.\n\nShocked, he looked down to see if it was true. Sure as rain, he was no longer a man but instead a woman, beautiful and who would be entirely out of his league otherwise.\n\nSoon however, the shock faded and he remembered what brought him in here. Despite the huge anatomy shift, he knew instinctually how it worked, at least for the current task at hand.\n\nAfter finishing and getting clean up, he returned to the main room.\n\nHe picked up the candies and liqueurs he had received, inspecting them for any writing.\n\nIn cheeky cursive, a little message under the name said \"Feel like a real woman again!\"\n\nDid these things do this to him? \n\nTossing the bag of sweets, he curled up into a ball on the bed. What was he going to do? Was he stuck like this? Should he say something to the clerks? Oh god are the clerks responsible?\n\nAmidst his anxiety induced panic, he didn't realize the candies had made it back into his hands.\n\nConfused, he tossed them again.\n\nHe looked at the time, 5:00 am. Might as well get dressed, he thought. No way I'm getting back to sleep.\n\nRetrieving his suitcase, he found the bag of candies conveniently sitting atop it.\n\nSighing, he grabbed one the candies. Not like it can get any weirder.\n\nPopping it in, he returned to his suitcase, looking for a clean set of clothes. However, he soon couldn't find the motivation to. It was still kind of late, maybe he could sleep it off. He felt so incredibly drowsy anyways.\n\nLaying back down, he drifted off almost immediately.\n\nOnce again, the colorful mist and fog returned. This time the figures were there as soon as he found himself in the dreamland.\n\n-------‐----\nMore to cum in part 2 ;)"
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"content": "The darkness falls over both of them, so they can only feel themselves. The sound of partying and chatter lays muffled behind the door. \n\nKissing starts. She feels the shy girl’s lips on her own. They both know that 7 minutes is only 7 minutes, though. She feels a pair of hands run down her shoulders, across her shirt. She feels a thigh pressed against her own. She feels a pair of lips against her neck. She realizes they haven’t stopped kissing.\n\n“Wha... mmm!”\n\nA hand to the back of her head ensures they don’t stop kissing. Their lips remain planted against eachother. She feels the hand against the back of her head, two hands having now reached her hips. She feels lips against her collarbone, and another thigh against her side. Then another thigh against her other side.\n\nShe feels her feet get stepped on, panting her to the ground. She inhaled to scream, but is interrupted by a gentle caress of her neck, causing her voice to flutter and give away. She feels the kiss becoming more passionate, more intimate. She feels another hand against her left breast, now totaling 4 hands. Two at her sides, one on her hair (now gripping) and one groping her. \n\nShe feels a 5th hand slowly remove her bottoms. Everything protecting her lower body. Her skirt and panties are pushed down. She reaches up to try to push away, only to feel something guide her hands to a pair of breasts in front of her, and she gives in a little more. Her hands are now full of breasts, and she can’t help but feel like they’re bigger than she saw on the shy girl before. \n\nShe feels a hand on her shoulder, a hand on her other breast and a hand on her ass. Another set of lips trace around her cheeks, hunting for spots to turn her on even further. A pair of legs wrapping around her hold her in place even more. No escape, at least not for another 6 minutes. \n\nShe feels... something. Something that shouldn’t be on a biological woman. Something hard, heavy, and aching to enter her. Some part of her wants to protest, to struggle, but that part of her slips away with every little touch, driving her further and further into passion with this... thing. This thing she now hesitates to call a human, let alone ‘shy girl’\n\nShe feels as *another* cock starts to brush against her ass, threatening to enter her as well. As yet another hand seems to slap her asscheeks in preparation, she practically begs for it with her moan. \n\nAt once, she’s penetrated from both ends. Entered into, opening up and stretching her from both sides. The shafts seem impossibly long, entering further and further into her. She feels a second orgasm, not being able to recall when and how she had the first. \n\n5 minutes later, she tumbled out from the closet, the timer beeping nearby. She’s a flooded, gaping mess, nearly passing out on the carpet. The shy girl awkwardly smiles, retaking a slouched, quiet expression in meek sacredness. The ‘girl’ scampers off to the bathroom. By now, she knows that shy girl is something beyond humanity. Something impossible."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Shearing sheep girls sounds dull, but you never get tired of pulling the wool away to reveal a curvy girl underneath | [
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"content": "\"No It can't be true! I dieted!\"\n\nStartled I looked up to see my client with tears streaming down her slender face. It seemed... I had grabbed a roll. This happened from time to time you know? It was all part of my job as a barber.\n\nSheep women were used to being big but it wasn't until it all came off for summer that they felt *big.* It was all the fluff. I mean if you were fluffy and couldn't see your midsection why would you ever feel self conscious? You could just eat all winter and nobody would notice except you. It wasn't like their faces ever changed.\n\nSighing out loud I started clipping with my shears again. Gradually a round shape was being revealed. Watching her face carefully I saw a delightfully embarrassed expression. My own face remained neutral and reserved of course. You couldn't judge people for wanting to be more active in summer could you? Plus it was a professional thing. Don't make clients feel bad about themselves.\n\nNo matter what kind of hair you have it is a barbers job to make the best of it. That is what a customer should think. \n\n*Pssssshhh*\n\nBefore I could put away the shears I had to oil them. The delicate scent wafted through the air and made her button nose twitch. Her long ears were next as I fired up the electric clippers flopping up into the air with a start. I oiled the clippers too. \n\nYou were supposed to clean them but there was only so much time in the day. So I did my best to spray them out as they ran. Shearing was difficult work. You'd go through blades constantly and the cleaning was a pain because of all the wool oil. The time it took for the price of a normal haircut was no joke either. I wasn't sure how it was legal to pay me so little. But I had a reason for doing all this hard work.\n\nAs the clippers went through the last layer of fuzz glistening pink skin was revealed. It wasn't the only thing that started showing though. She was putting it lightly very round. Watching her fat belly being revealed in the mirror I noticed a curious change started coming over her face. It went from disgust to complete red faced mortification.\n\nBut we weren't done yet!\n\nDeftly I whipped up some creamy lather in a mug I had left soap to soak in earlier. Before she could start to protest I spread it over the prickly exposed skin. I whipped out a straight razor like a butterfly knife. Try escaping that you plump beauty! What was she going to do? Dump soap all over my shop floor and all over her unsheared pillow like thighs? She'd have to wash herself and it would take ages. She wasn't even halfway done with her shearing yet. Socially and economically she had no choice but to wait for me to finish. The perfect trap!\n\n\"Aah, aah\"\n\nShe couldn't help the lewd sounds coming out of her mouth. The skin under her wool hadn't been touched in months and as a result it was very sensitive. The hot soap and the razor were stimulating enough but I was doing something more too. I was rubbing her gut with oil! Phweheheh!\n\nWhen people asked I would tell them that it was to reduce inflammation and redness. It was true that some aftershave oil could do that but there was something people didn't know. This special oil was a personal purchase and it had a dirty little secret. Menthol. The rubbing oil would soak into the skin and burn before it made the blood vessels dilate for a cooling effect. In other words it would make her already hypersensitive skin feel even more sensual. \n\n\"Kyaa!\"\n\nThe exclamation was slight but it was proof that the red in her cheeks was becoming more than simple embarrassment over her summer look. Despite her hidden weight her skin was still smooth and her belly was incredibly soft. It was almost round but it didn't feel taut or hard at all. It was like a big smooth marshmallow. Her legs were twitching and she was trying desperately to keep her hands from her thighs. \n\nThis. This was why I loved my job!\n\n\"Ah\"\n\nThe monotone expression escaped me even as my face remained taciturn. \n\nJust another day in the city. Hehe!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] Installing, please don't turn off your device. This may take a while. Your android may cum several times during the update | [
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"content": "There was a buzzing sounds coming from somewhere. A few squeals and gasps escaped from KC's lips, then from between her legs, a spray of thick lubricant gushed out.\n\nShe remained perfectly straight through out, no other movement except the squirting. Her electric blue eyes flickered just a bit but despite that, there was no other signs she had just orgasmed seemingly out of nowhere. Standing stock still, the display across her chest read out \"Update Progress 73%.\"\n\nKC had been with Jonathon for nearly 6 months. They had done everything together, and he was beyond ecstatic. But, despite her functional pleasure features, he always wished they could take their relationship further. He desperately wanted her to feel the love and passionate that she was able to provide to him. During their throes of lovemaking, he hoped she could feel the mindblowing orgasms he reached. Sure she could simulate the effect, the squirting cum, the gasps, the O face, all of it. But with this new update, she could truly feel it.\n\n\"Update Progress 80% - Executing Orgasm\"\n\nThis time instead of just a simple gush of lubricant and some moaning, her back began to arch. She gripped the workbench, amd her toes began to curl. She took deep, simulated breaths which became short pants and gasps.\n\n\"Oh my... oh lord...\" she said between labored breaths.\n\nThe buzzing returned, slowly increasing in intensity it could be heard over her oaths and gasping.\n\nShe threw her head back, yelling \"Oh Fuck!\" And then, her body shaking and her voice wavering, another gush of lubricant spurted from her.\n\nKC stood there for a long minute, body still convulsing, and lubricant dripping down her slender legs.\n\nRegaining control of herself, her progress display dinged a cheerful \"Update Complete.\"\n\nTurning back to Jonathon, she smiled wide. \"So that's what I've been missing. I think we better take it for a test run.\" And with that, she pounced on him, taking him with reckless abandon."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Animalgirls exist of all kinds. In fact, for every animal there is there’s a demihuman version of said animal. Most people went for the classical catgirls and doggirls and what not. You went for the exotic ones | [
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"content": "Well, the world had always had animal hybrids. In fact, more than half of the world was made of them, roughly 5 billion people! Every species had their counterparts, including the rarer animals. Some animals even recently went extinct, and the few hybrids that lived on were essentially the last remnants of that species. \n\nFortunately, as it would turn out, the DNA of these demihumans were in fact not exclusive. They weren't a new type of DNA, rather a fusion of both species together. Now, my girlfriend was working away day and night with her experiments. She was a geneticist at Wissenschaft International. Of course, most of the company was made of hybrids, so the research there was focused on many things other than what Clarissa was doing. \n\nClarissa was focused on using hybrids as a way to rejuvenate extinct species. One of these species was a type of Macaw, called a blackring. It had gone completely extinct, and now only a few samples of DNA were left. \n\nClarissa was confident in her work. Her trials so far had gone perfectly, every bit planned out had gone off without a hitch. The problem was, this was a new part to the puzzle. Hypothetically making demihumans was easy, but as it would turn out, the actual genes of it were... difficult. Human and animal DNA were naturally fused somehow, yet when you try and force it... no dice. At least, not until she tried. \n\nThe problem was getting test subjects. Most humans didn't really want to become hybrids, and so, much like any other great scientist, Clarissa had to use herself.\n\nThe syringe was full of a deep red liquid. It looked like a mix of blood and cool-aid. *I really hope this works... what if it doesn't?* That thought gave Clarissa pause for a moment. If this didn't work, then not only might the species go extinct, she might as well. She shook her head. This was for the animals, and science. She was simply a small part of the larger whole. \n\nThe needle plunged into her arm. She pulled it back out, the contents completely empty. Frankly, it felt like any other shot. Nothing was different. Clarissa sighed, thinking over what she would have for dinner. If this actually worked, she didn't think that she could exactly eat normal food anymore. She stood up from her chair. Whatever it took, she would bring this species back. Even if she died in the process. \n\nA sudden wave of nausea and dizziness hit her. *Oh my god. Is this it?* She thought as she was falling down. She struck the ground with a sickening thud, curling into fetal position. Her body felt like hell, like flames were licking every cavity. She let out a moan of pain, whimpering on the floor. \n\nShe shuddered. If this was it... so be it. This would not be it however, and she soon realized this, as she watched her arms grow bright red feathers, traveling up and down her arms. They soon covered her limbs, and a realization hit her. She needed to see this! She shrugged off her coat and shirt, and hesitated a moment, before taking her bra off as well. \n\nThe feelings of heat and nausea had passed, and were instead replaced by a sort of sore pain, like pins and needles, but worse. It followed the feathers, which spread onto her shoulders and chest. They encompassed her breasts, making her shiver. It was like they slowed down, forcing her to feel every bit of the pain, yet pleasure the feathers created.\n\nAll the while, her legs were turning hard and striped. Clarissa yet out a yell of pain, her bones crackling as they rearranged themselves. Tears streamed down her cheek as she sobbed in pain, her legs turning a deep, shiny black. \n\nHer face became covered in feathers all the same, her hair transforming into feathers. Agony covered her face as her nose bones crackled and extended, becoming a smooth, shiny beak. Her arms cracked and crunched, shifting into their new place as wings. Her elbows bent backwards, and her wrists melded into the rest of her arms.\n\nShe slumped against the floor, her body aching and her mind weak. Her brain throbbed, and not a single thought crossed her mind until it stopped. She sniveled, wiping off a tear with her new wings. Suddenly, it hit her. She did it! It worked! Euphoria melted her brain, and continued to do so as she turned off the camera she had set up. \n\nThe black ringed macaw was back! It was such a huge success! An entire species revived by just a single scientist! This would be huge. She was delicately picking up her workplace when a sudden wave of hornless hit her. All manner of lewd ideas filled her mind, but she soon realized that it could wait. Her boyfriend was at home, and she was sure ready to surprise him....\n\nCritique please! I do plan on a part 2 but I dunno when. Reply if you'd like a ping if it's out!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] A feisty inventor who teaches engineering at a college does her best thinking nude. Unfortunately, today she accidentally sprung a device she was working on designed to "restrain" intruders. Why did it have to be during open office hours where any second... | [
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"content": "**Part 1** *(Skip to next comment to skip to the juicy bits)*\n\nJulia Casey allowed her students to address her in two ways and two ways only. Their options were “Professor” or “Doctor”. She had worked hard for her PhD and for her tenure track, dammit.\n\nThat was not to say that she did not enjoy teaching. She made it a point to learn all her students’ names. Students who sat quietly in the back of other classes asked questions and offered opinions in hers, and she was damn proud of that.\n\nThe main reason that she insisted on being addressed as “Professor” or “Doctor” was that otherwise, her students and even her peers tended to forget that she was brilliant. And eccentric. ‘Absent-minded Julia’ would be quickly written off. ‘Absent-minded professor’ was a statement of positive regard.\n\nIt was not that her mind was absent, strictly speaking, so much that it was in so very many places at once. When she was trying to think, *really* think, her mind expanded to absorb every possible idea, every present stimulus.\n\nAn unfortunate side-effect of that was that she would become acutely aware of the rub of her pants against her skin, the stray tag in her shirt, the elastic of her bra digging into her sides.\n\nWhen she was trying to think, *really* think, Professor Casey needed to be naked.\n\nThis was one of the reasons that she’d insisted that one of the old workshops that was now too small to fit a class would become her office and workshop. It was in the basement of one of the older buildings on campus and while the lack of windows would have annoyed another professor, it was quite perfect for Julia. She could think however she pleased, whenever she needed to.\n\nAnd today was a day when she needed to do quite a bit of thinking. The grant deadline was nearly upon her and she could feel it tightening its claws around her. She was onto something, she really was! But she just needed to put it in the right words, the words that would convince the committee to give her further funding. She had a working prototype and everything!\n\nSo Professor Casey paced, back and forth in the cluttered little workshop, wondering how she could possibly explain to the small-minded grant committee just how important her invention truly was.\n\nWomen were at a disadvantage when it came to personal protection, you see. Not just in the obvious ways. Tools could be used to overcome physical disadvantages — tools like firearms and pepper spray and tasers — but there was one very direct issue with these tools when used for home defense. They required that your ‘fight’ instinct be triggered.\n\nProfessor Casey knew plenty of happily violent women, but she also knew plenty of women and men who were much more likely to ‘flee’ or ‘freeze’. So, she had set out to create an autonomous home protection device. Most importantly, it needed to be non-lethal, so that it could err on the side of being over-protective.\n\nAnd she had created just such a thing. It really worked! She just needed more time and a bit more money to refine the design to replace some of the more expensive and complicated parts.\n\nAs she paced, Professor Casey remembered that she’d spent a late night in the lab a couple days back and had scribbled down some ideas for the grant and crammed them in one of the back shelves. Eagerly, she hurried over towards them.\n\nThere was a soft *snap*, a *whoosh*, and then Professor Casey was on her side on the floor, the wind knocked out of her, and her limbs fully restrained.\n\nShe had forgotten that she’d left the prototype live. She’d tested it many times before, but always with the release in-hand. Now, the release was ten feet away on her desk. Or, was it in her bag? No, she’d left it on the bookshelf?\n\nThe clever bit about this invention was the detainment device. It was created from a special polymer that would become firm or limp depending on how much electrical current passed through it. It was folded into the ejector in such a way that as a pulse of electricity first activated it, it spread into a net. Then, specially timed pulses of electricity manipulated it to maximize the tangling coefficient. Once it was completely tangled around the target, the current would stay live to ensure that it was stiff and inescapable. Once de-activated, the fibers became limp and the target could extricate themselves.\n\nIt was incredibly effective. Nearly infallible."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Uh-oh, those grey-market aphrodisiacs came with side effects. Roll 1d6 to find out the details... (Table enclosed!) | [
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"content": "Chelna Leygard knew that she should not be buying *anything* off of one of the shifty merchants that skulked at the edges of the market, let alone an aphrodisiac. But she was a bit desperate.\n\nWork as an adventurer had been particularly tough this week, and she really needed to wind down and relax. But the more stressed Chelna felt, the harder it was to get in the mood, the more worried she was that she’d never be in the mood, the more stressed she was.\n\nIt was a viscous cycle that she’d experienced before and there was no better cure than a proper, sloppy self-love session. An aphrodisiac let her cut right to the chase.\n\nAnd so after she exchanged coins for a phial with an oily-haired man at the edge of the market, she jogged back to the in and took the stairs two at a time up to the second floor where her room was.\n\nShe stepped into her room, locked the door behind her, and downed the bottle. She was desperate to be desperate for sex.\n\nIt never kicked in quite as quickly as she wanted it to, so she fussed around sorting bounty papers while she waited, fretting that the merchant may have sold her a fake.\n\nJust when she was getting ready to march back down to the market and show the merchant the pointy end of her sword, it hit her. Like a hot, desert wind washing over her.\n\nAnd then a frigid, arctic chill right behind that.\n\n*Wait, what?*\n\nThe heat of arousal blossomed in Chelna’s sex, and at the same time, her skin prickled to gooseflesh and she shivered.\n\nChelna’s heart pounded faster, half from the effects of the aphrodisiac and half from startled concern.\n\nHer shivering intensified as a chill crept down her spine, and she grabbed at the bedspread and wrapped herself in it. It helped, but only barely.\n\nHoping for any clue as to what was happening and whether she needed to rush herself to a healer, Chelna scooted in her bedspread cocoon over to take a closer look at the vial that she’d left on the table.\n\n*Acardoc’s Instant Aphrodisiac!* \n\n*New Limited Edition Flavor: ICY-HOT*\n\n *Works on all sorts of aches and pains! ;)*\n\nBefore she could examine the vial any further, the aphrodisiac’s effects intensified. Chelna’s look of confusion melted into bliss as she shivered and her sex clenched with pleasure.\n\nAs the aphrodisiac took full effect, Chelna still felt bizarrely cold, but the chill became more and more enjoyable. As she shivered, she moaned. As her skin prickled with gooseflesh, it tingled with pleasure. As the chill deepened, the fire in her brightened.\n\nStill wrapped in the bedspread, Chelna readjusted until she could brush her fingertips over her vulva. She moaned with pleasure at even that light touch. As her fingers pressed further between her folds, her moaning intensified.\n\nThe skin of her sex tingled with a burning chill. The sensation was mind-meltingly pleasurable, completely taking over her thoughts, focusing her entirely around the goal of just touching herself.\n\nAs Chelna wiggled in the bedspread, pleasure sparked in her nipples, as if someone were holding an ice cube on each of them. It felt amazing. And so cold.\n\nThe more aroused she became, the colder she felt. The colder she felt, the harder she shivered. The harder she shivered, the more aroused she became.\n\nShe trembled violently in the bedspread, her fingers hooked around to her spot of inner pleasure, her own shaking doing all of the work of rubbing herself.\n\nYes, this was what she had wanted! To be desperate for sex, so carnally overcome by it, so utterly swallowed by it. The pleasure was all she could think about.\n\nFinally, heat started to overwhelm the cold. She went from shivering to shaking. And the heat grew and grew and grew.\n\nThe climax hit her so hard that she screamed, loud enough for the whole inn to hear. But she didn’t care, she was finally coming!\n\nSeveral thick, heady waves of pleasure washed over her, followed by softer ripples reverberating in her body.\n\nHer breathing slowed as she gradually relaxed, all the tension of the past week finally draining out of her. So no longer felt, hot, cold, horny, or stressed. Just, content.\n\nIt was exactly what she’d needed.\n\nWell, except for the icy part. She’d have to pay closer attention to the flavors, next time."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Haunting a large abandoned house for the last 150 years has been pretty boring. But, it seems the local college just bought your building on the cheap and intends to turn it into a sorority.. | [
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"content": "Edith had been haunting the same Tudor-style mansion for the past 150 years. Though, she had been going by ‘Eddie’ lately, after the new ghost across the street had told her that ‘Edith’ was an old lady name. \nEdith had asked, “How can it be an old lady name if I’m twenty?” \n“How long have you been twenty?” \nEdith had frowned. \nThe other ghost just smirked. “I’ll call you Eddie instead. Chicks with guy nicknames are hot.” \nEddie didn’t like them, but she did like the new name. She even just liked that it was something different, something new. \nThe house had been abandoned for the past fifty years, even as a lively urban center had sprung up around it. Prospective buyers complained on the front stoop. The owner was a hold-out, paying the property taxes with family money while they waited for the market to boom. \nIt seemed like it finally had, and before the real estate agent could even put the sign in the front, the house was sold. \nEddie had watched with immense curiosity as the contractors had come to renovate her house. It got new floors, replacement windows, shiny appliances and a fresh coat of paint. \nEddie worried a bit that she might be somehow exorcised by the changes. Only when the new residents came through the front door would she believe that it wasn’t too good to be true. \nOr so she thought. Because when the gaggle of sorority girls rolled up to the house with their crop tops and leopard print suitcases, Eddie couldn’t believe it at all. It was WAY too good to be true. \nIt was a myth that ghosts were always cold. They could be warm, too. And Eddie was feeling very, very hot. \nA blond girl stepped further in, Eddie just managing to dart out of her way. She was completely invisible, but humans still noticed when they passed through a ghost. \n“It’s like a sauna in here!” the blond complained. “Come help me get the windows open!” \nAs the sorority girls unpacked, the heat got to them and they were soon sweating. And then that got to Eddie, and the house grew hotter. And then the girls stripped off their crop tops and their jean shorts and unpacked in bras and underwear. Eddie was loathe to leave, but she whisked back up to the attic lest she give any of them heat stroke. \nShe must be dreaming. Except ghosts didn’t dream. So either she was finally becoming one of those crazy ghosts, or it was really happening. \nIt was really happening. \nAnd then it all got so much better as the girls settled in. There were naked in the shower and then in sports bras and panties, they were giggling with each other and then heading to bed, they were watching porn and masturbating and complaining that the whole house was so very, very hot. \n“Maybe it means the heating bill won’t be so bad in the winter,” the blond, whose name was Chelsea, had offered at breakfast. \nEddie felt a bit bad, but she couldn’t help but watch. And she meant that. She had tried to not to! But in 150 years she’d forgotten whatever manners she’d ever had, and it was all so new and delightful, and if they didn’t know, it couldn’t hurt them, right? \nBut she still wasn’t quite sure what to do with herself. She could not possibly stay this hot and bothered forever. Or even for one more day, really. \nThe girls heard moaning from the attic as Eddie relearned how to masturbate. As a ghost, the trick seemed to be just fantasizing until she felt overwhelmingly aroused, and then her whole manifestation quivered with energy and pleasure, and then she finally felt a deep and profound release, and when she was finished she found not a small amount of ectoplasm around her. \nThe next morning, the girls rejoiced that the house had finally cooled off. They talked about the moaning in little clusters, and Eddie was relieved to find that they each blamed a girl in a different cluster, leaving nobody suspecting an otherworldly presence."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: It's like the Zombie apocalypse, except instead of zombies its succubi and incubi. Also of course it spreads by fucking as well. | [
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"content": "The encampments around the city continued moving in further and further. Every few months we capture another few blocks, create a new containment zone, and carefully burn all demons from the area, with whatever tools we have available. Every few months the old containment zone becomes the new secure zone, and the old secure zone becomes the new living area. In about 90 years the whole city'll be ours. \n\nClearing six buildings doesn't sound like a big job, but when you have to tear apart every piece of furniture, and cut through every wall, to make sure there isn't a snake, or crow hiding around that they could be controlling, or a pheromone-bomb left there to induce psychosis in the new residents, to dig up the backyard, and go through the septic tank, to make sure that no-one's hiding inside, it takes forever. I never get used to the sight of fully-dehydrated corpses. Men and women who have literally had the life drained from them. Nothing but bones, and powder left, like the corpse of someone who'd been burned at the stake. At least they don't kill the kids. They have nothing to feed off with them. The master bedroom looked like it had been caked completely in ash, but the kids' one next door was spotless. You'd never know there had been a break-in. \n\nI double-checked my mask was working. The ventilators weren't to prevent catching it, becoming like them. We don't know much about demon-plauge, don't even know whether it's natural, man-made, alien, or fucking magic. All we know for sure is that it's spread through sex. If you've never fucked a demon, then you'll never become one, yet still we wear masks. Why? For the pheromones. \nOne sniff of a succubus can drive a man to madness. The most intense lust you've ever felt. Your heart beats, and adrenaline rushes, 'til you feel like you could fight a fucking bear, your cock gits bigger, and harder than you've ever seen it, and your mind loses all thoughts except one: \"Find, and fuck the source of this smell.\" The siren's song is not lyrical, but fragrant, and we're all Oddyseuses, with fucking cotton in our noses. \n\nI saw a glimpse out of one of my eyes. Looked like a person running. They look like us, until you get close. A bit taller, a bit redder of complexion, hair a bit silkier, but the eyes are how you tell. The irises change colour constantly, and the pupil changes shape, between round, and thin, like a cat's. Fucking terrifying to look at. I called out to see if it was any of my comrades. None. I radioed for assistance, but all I got was static. What the hell is going on? I run to the ground floor to check on Jenkins. He's nowhere. I look out the back window, to see the hole to the septic tank, without anyone in it. I see another glimpse. A flash of red, almost like fabric. As it passes, I smell something sweet. **I smell something sweet** my mask isn't working. **FUCK** I began running outside to signal for help, but something tackled me on my way. \n\nI only half remember what happened next. My temperature rising, as I'm more, and more aroused, something-or-someone blurry sitting on top of my hips, grinding on my the feel of someone's hot breath on my neck, and the most powerful orgasm I had ever experienced, followed by the sensation of all life draining out of my body, like I'd aged 50 years in as many seconds, my heart slowing 'til I was sure it had stopped, my vision going from blurred to black.\n\nAnd then I woke up. \n\nI was in a room, a stylish one, not like my quarters, back at the wall-guard. I was lying in a four-poster bed, with the curtains open. There was an IV in my left arm, but I was too weak to reach for it. Across the room from me, was the most stunningly gorgeous woman that I had ever seen. Pale, yet warm skin, crimson-red hair, clad in a red cocktail dress, with a slit skirt, and a black corset over the top, wearing matching leather collar, and stilettoes. She turned, and saw that I was awake. I tried to ask who she was, but my throat was too hoarse to speak. \n\n> Hello darling\n\nShe cooed sweetly, sitting on the bed, beside my stomach, and placing a hand on my face, next to the breathing mask, which I only now realised she must have placed on me. \n\n> Oh that little thing? Just for safety my dear. Can't be having you go into a psychotic fuck-rage in your state. \n> Don't worry, though. We'll still have fun. \n\nI tried to sit up, and groaned from the effort. She gave a sympathetic glance, and twisted a knob on the machine attached to my IV. I suddenly felt far less impained. \n\n> Don't try to sit up dear. You're too drained, both of energy, and of fluid. It's funny. I've never had a man survive, after I've drained them of that much. There's something special about you. \n\n> Just so you know, it takes a year, and half for the transformation to fully take place, and it should only take two or three weeks for you to recover from this. I was starving before, so I should be more gentle now, but I will feed from you, as much as I can. \n\nShe said, leaning straight in, so that I could feel her fiery breath on my face. \n\n> In the meantime...\n\nShe continued. \n\n> Try to get your strength up. \n\nAnd with that she wheeled in a tray containing some of the most delicious food I'd ever seen. Roast beef, slow-boiled ham, something I later learned was called 'amouse-bouche'. I was desperate to have some. She covered it up to preserve the heat, left a spoon on the table next to me, and left, saying \n\n> Eat up, as soon as you feel able. I have some .... business to attend to.\n\nand left."
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"content": "A pair of fingers snaked beneath Clair’s skirt while she stood waiting for the kettle to boil, she already knew from the nails who they belonged to.\r \n“You didn’t think to ask if I wanted one?”\r \n“I thought you were still asleep!” gasped Clair.\r \nFingers that knew her contours well bit into her inner thigh as Clair’s hands snapped to the counter, her arse arching out as her sex lay exposed through her thighgap. \r \n“No excuse…” said Alice as her fingers took a handful of Clair’s locks.\r \n“...I had time to get this on so I have been awake long enough for you to offer.”\r \nClair bit her lip, having a pretty good idea what Alice had put on. They didn’t even ask anymore, they took her whenever they wanted, she didn’t exactly discourage them…\r \nClair’s absence of underwear allowed Alice’s fingers to run over her lips, like a flimsy strip of material would offer any protection.\r \nClair’s eyes went hazy in the steam until the sensations of the cold rubber against her lips brought her blazing back to the present. She was theirs, whenever they wanted her. Her face flushed in the steam at the realisation she was just a toy to be played with.\r \nHer spine arched and pushed out her arse as the hard rubber drove itself inside her, lubricant pouring from the tip as it filled her. They barely needed it, nothing got her wet like the surprise sex of Alice… or the tight ropes of Sarah… or the voltage Piri could wield like a fucking surgeon. Nothing except maybe the rare occasion they could cooperate against her. Clair’s wandering mind was pulled back to the present along with her hips as Alice dragged her to the base of the strapon.\r \n“You won't forget tomorrow will you?”\r \n“N-no!” gasped Clair.\r \nShe wouldn’t forget… she would intentionally not make one.\r \nClair’s grip on the counter tightened despite her legs turning to jelly.\r \nAlice pressed Clair down to the counter, the empty cup beside her face as the woman bore down, forcing the strapon deep as a quiver ran through her, she was almost there…\r \nAlice arched Clair’s head back, her cheeks scarlet as she came, the strapon swelled and she felt as Alice squeezed the rubber ball on the belt, filling Clair with the sweet tasting lubricant.\r \nThe warm drips rolling down her inner thighs.\r \n“Make my coffee slut… if you leak I'll have you lick it up again.”\r \nThe rubber pulled free and Clair was left squeezing her inner thighs together, struggling against the fluid that threatened to run freely down her legs."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Having been bitten by a radioactive kitten, you begin to notice some changes to yourself. The internet takes notice, too. | [
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"content": "The internet noticed because of the tiktok my friend secretly took of me when i was (licking) bathing myself . I wouldnt have cared except that i had a tingly sensation down my spine when i saw my reflection in the mirror. My back hairs stood up instantly! I almost fell backwards as i stood on the fridge. I got so angry at my friend! She was being a real pussy after i bit her with my translucent blue glowing fangs. Mmmmm...she tasted good!! Like frisky bits and canned tuna! I wanted to eat her up but ended up bathing her too...mehhh ..life of a kitty i suppose? Now where did i leave my dub sack of catnip? *sniff**sniff** aahhhhh!! Catnip is a hellova drug!!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The computer had analyzed her and assigned to the role of ship's "relaxation officer". Even as a partial telepath she was surprised at her new duties, but the computer is never wrong... | [
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"content": "Lieutenant Melia Sall bit her lower lip nervously as she walked slowly down the immaculate steel corridors of the *HSS Endeavor*. \"Relaxation Officer? What did that even mean.\" As she pondered her new posting, she continued to chew on her lower lip. A nervous habit that she developed at the Academy. She was a scientist. Top of her class in xenobotany. The *Endeavor* was a huge ship, with plenty of licensed counselors on board. Why was she assigned as \"Relaxation Officer.\" She continued to walk as she pondered the question, what was it about her that made the central computer think that *she* of all people was the appropriate choice for her new role.\n\nHer long, tone legs, clad in tight, blue synthafabric, carried her smoothly down the corridor. Her matching light-blue top was made of the same material. It clung to her slender torso and the Lt.'s more than ample bosom. Melia's olive-tone skin was without blemish and her smooth bluish-black fair fell to the middle of her back. \n\nMelia nodded and smiled at the occasional passerby. She was typically reserved. But perhaps her new roll needed her to be more friendly. She flashed a wide smile at crew-woman Lessia as she hurried by on her way to engineering. Lessia returned a confused look at the forced smile. Melia's resumed biting her lower lip before trying another smile at a man she didn't recognized who merely turned red and walked even faster in the opposite direction.\n\nGrowing frustrated at her troubles so far, Melia's decided to flex an ability that she had not used in a long time. Melia was Kelian, a race of peoples from the Andromeda galaxy with varying mental abilities. Melia herself, and her ancestors before her, were telepathic. She could read thoughts. Perhaps this ability was why the computer had chosen her new job, Melia thought as her enormous and impossibly perky breasts bounced right underneath her chin. Melia had rarely used her telepathy since she started her studies at the Academy. The thoughts of others were always very distracting and she had needed to focus first on her studies, and then her work. Now that her work was other's peoples thoughts and emotions, perhaps it was time to use it again.\n\nMelia stepped into the starboard pub as the metal doors wooshed open for her. The place was packed with men and women off duty. Eating, drinking, laughing and all around looking they were already having a great time. It didn't look at all like they needed further relaxation. As Melia wormed her way thought the crowd, she opened her mind and reached out her thoughts.\n\nAt first it was a jumble. The sea of dozens of minds around her, each very active in their conversation and thoughts. Melia stopped, breathed and focused. She turned first to a man in a small circle of engineers. She stared at the back of his head and let his mind wash over hers. He had just finished a double shift. He had been worried for the past two weeks that he had damaged a plasma coil in an inspection. He had kept the possible damage a secret, but confirmed today that the coil was safe. Two weeks of stress had evaporated from him earlier today and he was cooling off a little more as he sipped Martesian ale. Melia frowned. Didn't seem like he needed her help.\n\nShe then turned to a pretty blonde woman seated at a table in the corner surrounded by a group of friends. From across the crowded room Melia stared at her. The blonde was a pilot and had just returned from a two-week solo recon mission. The blonde was chatting to a chubby red-headed girl, a tall, dark-haired man, and six or seven others. Her lips were moving almost faster than Melia could her thoughts. She was talking about her recreational sonic ball league. But her thoughts told a different story. Even though she was talking about her teams loss while she off the ship, her mind was totally and ridiculously horny, overwhelmed by thoughts of sex. While she told her friends about how close the game had apparently been, she was imagining the tall, dark-haired man naked. She was imagining him holding her against the wall. His lips on hers. His muscular chest bare against hers. She was imagining his cock. What it was like. Was it thick? What would he feel like if he buried it deep inside her.\n\nMelia forced herself to her mind away and found her lower lip biting down so hard she was almost drawing blood. As she looked back at the blonde, the tall, dark-haired man's hand was resting gently on her lower back. The people here did not need her help.\n\nMelia slipped out of the pub, the roar of the crowd dying instantly as the doors wooshed closed behind her. As she shuffled down the hall she pondered when it was that she needed the most relaxation. The times that she had been most stressed. When she had been studying for an exam. Or, like that engineer back there, when there was a problem at work. So, instead of the pub where people went to relax, Melia made her way to the main library. \n\nIt was a Friday evening, so when she stepped into the dimly lit and cavernous main reading room, it was largely empty. A few people were reading what looked like ponderous tomes of fantastical fiction in the first row of tables she passed by. Melia turned into a side study room. If there was anywhere that there would be stressed people in need of relaxation. It would be the astrometrics study hall. \n\nThis reading hall was also dimly lit with high bookshelves that reached the metal ceiling and long tables made of fabricated wood, accompanied by similar artificial wooden chairs that looked just like the real thing. A single young man sat at the very end of one of these tables. He was hunched over in front of a holopad, rows and rows of electronic text in front of his tired looking eyes. His head rested on his hands, that clutched his skull so hard it almost looking like he had been trying to dig his hair out, if he had any hair. As Melia approached she saw him more clearly. He didn't look a day out of basic training, maybe 19 or 20 solar years old. He was shorter and solidly build man. Not fat, but broad shouldered and muscular. Probably 5'6 or 5'7. His head was shaved and his deep blue eyes darted across the moving words in front of him. He didn't even seem to notice Melia approaching. She stopped two chairs away from him, maybe five feet. She put her hands together and cleared her throat. Hopefully she could be useful, she thought to her self.\n\n\"Hello, I'm Melia.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: He'd been apprehensive letting his monster-girl girlfriend use his place to host poker night for her monster-girl friends. Now, with everyone several drinks in, and the betting getting hot, she'd started adding sexual favors from him into the pot... | [
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"content": "“No fucking way I’m doing it”. He said. “I barely agreed to all of this. What makes you think I’ll agree to be used like that?”.\n\n“Dear, both you and me know well why we’ve been together for so long. You enjoy this”. His demon? girlfriend said. Despite being together for so long he still didn’t knew what exactly she was. Her body was dark like a shadow and moved and felt like a ghost and yet she could change forms like a slime. The only thing that wasn’t as black as darkness itself was her bright, almost glowing white eyes.\n\n“What makes you think I enjoy this?”. He protested.\n\n“All my previous boyfriends didn’t enjoy it. You know what they did? They broke up with me”. His girlfriend said.\n\nThe dark haired catgirl who won with a full house got impatient and yelled: “Hey! You were part of the bet and I won. You’re fucking me you like it or not”. \n\n“The hell I am. I’m out of he-“. Before he could even finish his sentence his girlfriend was slithering around him in a graceful manner, as if she was ignoring all laws of physics.\n\n“Come on dear. Don’t be such a party popper. Don’t you think she’s hot? Besides, cum is one ingredient in witchcraft”. As she was saying that her body slowly morphed into the shape of her friend.\n\n“I always thought that thing of yours with the body morphing was freaky”. The catgirl said.\n\nHis girlfriend let out a small chuckle. “Well, it seems to be working”. She said as she pulled his pants down, revealing his erection.\n\n“What do you have to say about this dear. Don’t you really want to fuck her?”. She teased him.\n\nHe clenched his teeth and reluctantly agreed. He pushed the witch catgirl to the table they were playing and put his dick inside her. she let out a moan of pleasure and he started thrusting. It didn’t take long for him to notice moans that were neither his or the witch. He looked up and saw not only his girlfriend masturbating at the sight while still in the shape of her friend but also all the other poker gals masturbating as well. It was embarrassing, it was degrading but at the same time it was so... exciting. He gave the feline witch a deep kiss as he started trusting harder. Not much to his surprise the rest of the girls started cheering at the spectacle, even his girlfriend was cheering at the sight. With one final thrust he came inside her as the cheering became louder. Maybe his girlfriend was right. Maybe he enjoyed being degraded into a spectacle, into a show for her and her friends. \n\n“Well, here you go. I’m kinda tired though so I will be going upstairs, have a good night”. He said trying to make his way to the bedroom.\n\n“Hey wait, we’re not done yet”. The succubus said. \n\n“I can still bet you my dear”. His girlfriend said.\n\n“But I’m tired”. He protested.\n\n“I can fix that”. The succubus said while pulling down her panties.\n\n“What are you doing?”. He asked confused yet with a tinge of excitement.\n\n“Well you see, succubus sweat works as a powerful aphrodisiac. And well, this is one of my sweatiest parts. You know what to do, right?”. She explained. He looked at his girlfriend almost as if asking “do I really have to do this?” The stare of her girlfriend said everything that needed to be said. Taking a deep breath he got on his knees and started licking the sweet nectar in the succubus’ legs. With each lick he could feel himself more and more full of energy and at the same time he felt his body becoming hotter and hotter. By the time he was done he felt like he could run a marathon and more importantly, he had a raging erection that didn’t seem to go away any time soon...\n\nThe night kept going and eventually every girl had a chance to go with him much to the joy of the rest. He got bound and milked by the slime who won with a straight flush. He got his dick smothered in the fluffiness of the kitsune’s tails who won with a four of a kind. He got hypnotized by the greek siren who won with a straight flush. He didn’t fully know what she did to him after that. And at last his girlfriend won with a royal flush and he fucked her while constantly changing the shape of her body. She made sure to change into the shape of all of her friends during that and with that the night finally ended. He slept like a log that night and his heart was filled with thrill and excitement when he overheard his girlfriend planning another poker night the next morning, with even more of her friends."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The big tough amazonian captain of the wrestling team wants to be utterly dominated by the rather twink like debate team captain. How does she make it happen and how does the scene play out? | [
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"content": "“The earth is flat!”\n\n“What?”\n\nDennis turned around, nearly dropping his textbooks at the sight of all 6’6” of the wrestling team captain. ‘Giant Jessie’, they called her, so tall she had to duck under some of the older door frames on-campus. \n\n“The earth… it’s flat.” She repeated, clearing her throat and standing with feigned confidence. She knew what she just said was stupid, but she had a plan. \n\n“W-what do you-… no, no it’s not.”\n\n“Yes it is!”\n\nShe stepped forward, causing him to back away slightly. He was more perplexed than anything. \n\n“But… it’s not. There’s, like, verifiable proof that it’s not.”\n\n“If I look out and- and look for the curvature of the earth, I- I don’t see it.”\n\nShe tried to mimic the way she’d seen lawyers talk in movies. To be fair, she doesn’t watch movies very often, but that didn’t stop her from doing her best. \n\n“Well… that’s true, yeah, but that’s because we’re so small relative to th-“\n\n“You’re right I’m so small!”\n\n“…Right. Yeah. *You’re* so small compared to the size of the earth that it looks flat from our perspective. It’s not-“\n\n“But I can see things far away!” She continued to blurt. She tried her very best to argue, trying to convince herself that she really did believe it. “Like, wouldn’t the mountains be too far away to see? Like, around the earth or- or something?”\n\nDennis started to go from puzzled to concerned. “Uh. No. No on a planetary scale we’re actually pretty close-“\n\n“Airplanes!!”\n\n“What?” Dennis slouched his shoulders in annoyance, wondering why this woman was suddenly deciding to be an idiot in front of him. \n\n“A-airplanes have little… barometers! No… um… you know, those things that point up and, like, show you which way up is! How does it know which way up is if the earth is round, hm?”\n\nShe tried not to act imposing, which was difficult considering the foot-and-a-half she had on him. She kept her arms at her sides and her legs together. \n\nDennis, meanwhile, slouched his shoulders and put his head in his hands. \n\n“That’s… ugh… that’s from gravity, you…” he stopped himself from saying ‘idiot’, recognizing that she could snap him like a twig. “Gravity points down, to the earth’s core, at all times. That’s how airplane gyroscopes wor-“\n\n“But the earth doesn’t have a core, it’s flat!” Jessie smiled, as if she’d just dropped the gotcha of a lifetime. \n\n“N- no… are you not listening? The earth is round, we’ve measured it, we have goddamn pictures of it, we kno-“\n\n“Fake.”\n\n“Fake?!”\n\n“Y-yeah. It’s all fake.”\n\n“And tell me, Mrs. Suddenly-An-Expert-In-Planetology, why would anyone want to fake that?”\n\nJessie felt her legs tremble slightly, having no answer. She knew this was a situation where her brawn couldn’t save her, that’s why she started this whole charade. Still, the inevitability of being entirely dunked on was exhilarating, especially since she was too far now to stop it. The nervous little twink was starting to fade away and the debate captain was starting to appear. \n\n“Th- Um-… Th- Scientists are wrong!”\n\n“The thousands people who’ve dedicated their lives to studying the size, shape, and nature of the planet are all wrong?”\n\n“Yes!”\n\n“How are they all wrong in exactly the same way?”\n\n“W-what?”\n\nJessie didn’t quite understand the question, but the shakiness in her legs somehow let her know it was yet another argument she wasn’t smart enough to refute. \n\nDennis continued, leaning towards her with earned confidence. “They all, individually, of their own mistakes, each came to the same incorrect conclusion of the shape of the earth?”\n\n“Y- yyyes…”\n\n“And our ability to prove the fact that the sea level changes over distance to show a curve is all bullshit too, yeah?”\n\n“…m-mhmm…”\n\n“And I assume you also think the sun rotates above the earth?? And the moon up there with it?”\n\n“I- I don’t…”\n\nDennis reached over and grabbed the front of Jessie’s shirt. Frankly, the action took them both by surprise. He pulled her (that is to say, she let him pull her) to the window, a stubborn look on his face. Once at the window, he reached up and pulled on her collar, down to his level, and pointed out into the distance, over the running field and the houses in the distance.\n\n“Mount Rainer is only about 200 miles that way, right? Hm?? Well *where is it?*”\n\nHer cheeks went red. This plan was going well. \n\n“I- I don’t…”\n\n“You think the earth is flat, eh girlzilla? Well in that case it should be right over there, and yet it is invisible! Any dumb explanation for that?!”\n\n“F- …Fog?”\n\nNow that they were eye to eye, she could feel his absolutely livid eyes turn to her face, about ready to tear her apart for being this thick. She couldn’t help herself anymore. \n\n“Oh Dennis! Oh, I don’t know anymore, maybe I am stupid, I’m such a stupid girl!”\n\n“What?” Dennis furrowed his brow. \n\n“I’m just such a dummy! Such a small brain in a big girl like me, I need to be taught a lesson…”\n\nHer smile couldn’t help but show itself, despite her feigned look of shame. He looked at her in confusion for a moment, before putting the puzzle pieces together. The stubbornness, the lack of ‘tough-girl’ attitude she was known for, the obvious stupidity, the speech she just gave. She wasn’t this dumb, thank god. She just wanted to give Dennis a way to dominate her, considering their physical differences. \n\nHe could have backed down, stepped off, told her he wasn’t interested, but he started to realize that would be a lie. So, instead of being the mature person and stepping away, he continued the only way he knew how. He smirks. \n\n“Hmm… you probably think the vaccine magnetizes you too, huh?”\n\n“Oh yes I do, mister…” she said confidently, getting down on her knees."
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"content": "Kraz was satisfied that nothing was moving and reached forward, clicking off the cannon. The barrel smoked and crackled as it cooled.\r \n“Good fight!” rumbled the mountain of meat beneath his feet.\r \n“Good loot too my fortuitous fat friend! Keep your eyes peeled for survivors.”\r \nKraz unbuckled the two leather straps at his hips and climbed from his seat on the hunched ogres shoulder, sliding down the ladder on his back as he lumbered through the smoking wreckage.\r \nThe witches had put up a good fight but it seemed goblin ballistics and ogres where there bane.\r \nThe staves would fetch a good price given their stores of mana and he had collected quite a number of them.\r \nKraz heard a scream and turned to see the armoured ogre holding a witches leg as she batted at his arm.\r \n“Found one! Was faking…” he called.\r \nKraz took a moment, noting the bountiful breasts that resisted containment within the torn robes, she was substantially more sexually proportioned to the other witches. She had been rubbing herself while the others had cast spells at him and she had no stave of her own. She probably was not a witch but some cursed assistant. In short, she was likely benign.\r \n“Stomp her.” said Craz, looking up from the angrily swearing, struggling woman to the Ogres satisfied smile.\r \n“Good fight! Grug happy but… it’s been long...” he said, his cheeks blushing. It was a strange and rare sight on an ogre.\r \n“Knock yourself out.” said Kraz with a flippant wave.\r \nGrug looked horrified.\r \n“No no… I mean ‘yes’, you can fuck it.” he said, backing away from the woman who’s swearing paused as she considered it for a moment.\r \nThe ogre grinned and pulled the helpless girl's legs toward him, she grunted while Kraz turned to inspect more of the witches. \r \n“No no! Higher… Let me help!” she grumbled at the Ogre.\r \nThere was a great ripping of clothes that ended with a loud gasp shifting into rhythmic moans from her lips and grunts from Grug. \r \nThe girl's sounds quickly shifted to enjoyment, her struggling had stopped and she even stopped swearing, her mouth too occupied with grasping and biting down on Grug’s hand.\r \nKraz was emptying a pocket when a bubble popped into existence around the grunting couple. They were both too busy to notice it’s existence. \r \nKraz eyed it for a moment, mulling over its existence, there was no stave or spell cast but its center was definitely the witch… specifically where she was connected to Grug. The bubble’s surface was a pink sheen.\r \nKraz picked up a rock and tossed it with malice at Grug. He would barely notice it but as Kraz suspected, it bounced harmlessly off the bubble with a reverberating ‘dunn’.\r \n“Grug! Stop fucking her.” Kraz called out.\r \nThe Ogre complied and pressed the girl to the bundle of robes, drawing himself slowly back as she wined and pouted, her legs strained trying to draw him back against her. As he drew away Kraz noticed the bubble grow less tangible.\r \n“No, please don't stop! Fuck I was so close!” she cried as Grug looked similarly disappointed.\r \n“Ok, go ahead.” Called Kraz.\r \n“Yes! Don’t st-” she began, cut off by the forceful way Grug pounded into her. She could only manage an endless rolling series of gasps. The soft girly sounds grew higher and higher as the bubble sprang into existence. It grew increasingly more opaque and pink with her sounds until she started quivering, the bubble turning a milky white and popping with one long groan.\r \nKraz nodded to himself as an idea formed. He would need some time to work it out but Grug was a good mount and would enjoy a good long break with his new toy, a happy ogre was a tame ogre.\r \n“Don’t break her when you're done!” Kraz called out as he started drawing a design in the dirt with a stick.\r \n\\-\r \nThe smell of burning wood filled the air as an endless torrent of fireballs pelted their cover, whittling it away. \r \n“Get ready to charge.” said Kraz as he climbed from the seat.\r \nGrug rumbled beneath him, he wasn’t much for wordy replies in the heat of battle.\r \nKraz took the shield’s harness and gave it a good tug, it was firm and she gave a grunt at the handling. His shield… or ‘Sarah’ as it preferred to be called when it was ungagged was trussed up, her arms and legs tightly bound together behind her back and arched over Grug’s other shoulder, her naked breasts and sex arched out toward the sky, open and available for the trigger to his secret weapon.\r \nKraz tested the control, pressing the red button with his thumb to send a strong vibration through the machine inside the shields sex. Her eyes closed and she relaxed in her restraints, her mumbles of protest turning to groans of enjoyment as he primed the shield.\r \n“Wait for it… wait for it…” said Kraz.\r \nThe shield nodded to him.\r \n“Go!” he called, Grug racing around the wooden cover with a roar as the pink shield sprung into existence around them, the fireballs fizzling out into dull thump’s as Grug quickly closed the distance with the squishy mages.\r \nIt wasn’t a perfect invention, he had to keep her close but couldn’t let her enjoy herself too much or the spell would fizzle out. He needed to keep her just on the edge throughout the fight.\r \nHe would let the two enjoy themselves afterward.\r \nA happy ogre was a tame ogre.\r \nA happy shield was an effective one."
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"content": "**Slumber Party**\n------------------------------\n\n\"Look, why would you even want to invite *boys* to a slumber party? I mean, the point of a girl's-only slumber party is to get a break from the hook-up party culture all around this college and you invite guys who'll inevitably be horny?\"\n\nLisa's exasperation showed through her words as she gave awaited Gina's response. \n\n\"Well, guys don't *always* have to hook up and it feels…sexist? Like, you seem to be assuming all guys just want to do nothing other than hooking up and it just feels exclusionary.\"\n\nBriana crossed her arms as she replied, \"Come on, it's *college* and we're all pretty attractive. I mean, Lisa's had *how many guys* try to smash in the past month?\"\n\n\"42,\" Lisa replied. \"Only 12 of them were attractive enough for me to go through with it and only 2 are still FWBs so I'm definitely not interested in doing more hookups.\"\n\n\"Nice,\" Jenny said as she high-fived Lisa. \n\n\"Right. A little TMI but whatever, the point still stands. What are we going to do if the dudes you invite try stuff?\" Briana had a quizzical look on her face as she studied Gina's response.\n\n\"I'll handle it,\" Gina answered confidently, to the surprise of everyone. \n\n\"Handle it…how? Are you going to kick them out?\"\n\n\"If that's what you want,\" Gina answered enthusiastically.\n\n\"Great. Alright, I don't have any guys I want to invite but whatever, you're handling it.\"\n\n~~----------------------------------------------------------------------------------~~\n\n\"Damn, you're wrecking me so hard,\" Gina cried as the other girls watched between their conversations.\n\n\"Want me to go easier on you?\" Trey answered distractedly as he focused on dominating Gina. Jim watched in amusement, waiting patiently for his turn as Garth chatted with Jenny about the shows he was watching.\n\n\"Nah, it's more fun like this,\" Gina said as she enthusiastically continued on, \"How did you get so good so good at Smash anyways?\"\n\nTrey laughed, \"Good? I guess I'm okay but I've gotten beaten way worse than how you're doing now. I guess I just play a lot.\"\n\n\"GAME! Player one wins!\" The announcer's voice said as the screen showed Trey's Kirby bouncing on the screen as Bayonetta stood behind. \n\n\"Thanks for bringing your Switch,\" Gina said as she switched places with Jim and went to chat with the girls. \n\n\"I call next! Maybe I can teach Jenny how to play too,\" Garth said as he yelled to Trey, still casually chatting with Jenny. Everyone enjoyed the chill ambiance of the room as Gina sat down with the girls on the sofa.\n\n\"So, what did you say earlier about the guys trying to hook up with us?\" Gina couldn't help but smirk as she whispered the question into Lisa's ear.\n\n\"Fine, I guess I was wrong. I didn't even know you had such chill guy friends. We can totally hang out again sometime,\" Lisa said as the girls ate their popcorn and enjoyed the rest of the slumber party.\n\n**The End**"
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"content": "Cory had passed by the local witch's cottage on her run nearly every day since the move. At first, she had been apathetic towards the building; Cory didn't really have an interest in magic. That is, of course, until she saw the local witch, which is the point where her twice a week jogging turned into a daily endeavor. Eventually she worked up the courage to walk in--witches were notoriously horny bastards, right? Flirting shouldn't be difficult! As it turns out, this is a bit of a stereotype. \n\nAt first Cory's requests were subtle. \"I just have so many knots in my back, you know? I could use something to rub them out,\" she grinned, flashing a (hopefully seductive) smile at the pink-haired witch named Amber. The tall witch had smiled back, not seductively, but with the kind of broad, bright smile that could lift up one's heart, and gave her a scroll that would relax her muscles for her. Lovely, but not quite what Cory was looking for. \n\nAfter weeks of slowly escalating the obviousness of her flirting, with neither reciprocation nor rejection being apparent on the witch's end, Cory decided to enlist some help. She DID know a stereotype of a witch from college, a dark-haired and small woman named Brooke, to whom she was owed a favor from. \"I don't get it. I keep flirting with her. She's a witch right? Aren't your powers fueled by sexy stuff? Is she just not interested in me?\"\n\nBrooke looked up from her book and shrugged. \"Maybe you should just ask her.\" \n\n\"I don't want to be weird about it! Unless, like...?\" \n\n\"I'm gonna stop you right there. Here, I will write you a special spell. Give it to her, and with some luck, your wish will be fulfilled.\"\n\n---\n\nCory handed the scroll over to Amber, who studied it intensely. Eventually she heaved a sigh that sent tension straight to Cory's stomach, but her fear was for nothing. Amber rolled up the scroll and set it down gently, then turned to collect some ingredients from her stores. Cory had no idea what to expect, but once Amber had combined the ingredients, the nature of the spell became readily apparent. The tension in her stomach became an anticipatory pit as she saw tentacles rise out of the cauldron's brew. They came in various shapes, but all were hot pink, and all of them were focused on Cory. She looked to Brooke, who asked \"is this what you were wanting?\" Cory gave a hesitant nod, and the tentacles wasted no time in fulfilling their purpose. \n\nThe thick tendrils grabbed each of Cory's limbs, lifting her in the air. They went to work undressing her with unexpected gentleness. Apparently, the tentacles were dexterous enough to unzip her jeans and unclasp her bra, all while gently teasing her. One particular tentacle had been writing up her legs, over her groin, and between her chest before it eventually settled loosely coiled around her neck. While the tentacles were clearly more docile than the ones Cory had learned about in past conversations with Brooke, the experience had been distracting enough that she did not notice Amber pacing around her, inspecting her until she had completed a full circle. Cory flushed at the feeling of being exposed, instinctively trying to cover herself--to which the tentacled monstrosity responded by yanking her into a spread eagle position.\n\nTame maybe, but maybe not *that* docile.\n\nThey held Cory in place for what felt like an eternity as Amber finished her scrutinizing. Eventually she had deemed the situation satisfying, and turned away to walk back towards the cauldron. Amber had no intention of touching Cory tonight, but she still intended to have some fun herself. After peering into the cauldron, fussing over several differently-shaped tentacles, she eventually settled on one with a strangely ribbed shape and led it with her to a chair that was facing her guest. Cory was becoming increasingly flustered--all of the tentacles seemed to become agitated as the tall witch touched them--and her eyes widened in surprise at the sight that was before her, as Amber had sat down, flashed a smirk at her, and coaxed her chosen tentacle up her own dress. As her own tendril teased at her groin, so did Cory's, and with the intense stare the tall woman was giving her, she was more than ready for its entry. Cory could see nothing under the robe the witch wore, but as both of their tendrils got to work, she didn't feel like she needed to. \n\n---\n\n\"What kind of spell was in that scroll, anyways?\" Cory inquired, needing to know what had produced such great results.\n\nBrooke rolled her eyes. \"It was not a spell. It was a note which read, 'My idiot friend wants to fuck you but is too shy to say it, so could you please make the first move for her?'\"\n\nOut of everything that had happened that night, *this* is what had made her blush the hardest."
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"content": "A smile was his first hint that something was wrong. \n\nPrivate Greg Miller had enlisted in the Space Force the day after his 18th birthday. He hadn’t exactly wanted to join the military, the news reported that the war was going well, that clearly wasn’t the case. Veterans returning from the front told horror stories and with each passing week the number of draftees increased. However, Miller was confident that he’d be drafted anyway and as incentive to join enlisted men got to pick their assignments. Sadly, when presented his options none looked particularly promising. The young soldier didn’t care much for the mortality rate among the infantry, didn’t have the brains to be a space wing pilot, and had no desire to spend months at a time as a spaceman on a cargo ship. But finally, towards the bottom of the list, he saw what he thought was the perfect option: The Breeding Program. \n\nThe brochure wasn’t entirely forthcoming with what it meant to join “The Breeding Program” who was breeding what, exactly? Of course Greg instantly had a wistful fantasy of having the responsibility of impregnating an entire harem of women… but he knew that was silly. Either way, he’d find out. Deciding it couldn’t possibly be the worst option he took a chance and hesitantly signed up for the program.\n\n“Private Miller?” \n\nMiller turned around, feeling nervous. He’d only gotten off the shuttle from earth to mars about an hour ago, but already he’d been put through a gauntlet of tests and measurements. The team of doctors surrounding him made careful notes on their tablets and refused to tell him anything. Now he was sitting in his boxers in an examination room. But, as he about faced towards whoever had entered the room his ears perked and his eyes lit up. Before him was a stunning woman, she wore a doctor’s lab coat but it looked sexy, especially the way her gravid stomach and heavy breasts pushed it open. Miller had always found pregnant women particularly attractive, there was just something about their round bellies and milky tits captivated him. \n\n“Don’t tell me you’re the one I’ll be breeding?” He joked, lamely. He immediately regretted saying it, expecting her to roll her eyes at him or even call him out for the dumb, offensive joke. Instead a dangerous smile crossed her face and instantly Miller knew he’d fucked up on a much deeper level. The only question now was how deeply he’d fucked up. \n\n“Not exactly.” She said coldly, before pointing at the examination table. “Up.” She commanded sternly.\n\nWordlessly Miller followed the pregnant doctor’s commands. He couldn’t help but watch her with lust in his heart, even as she scared him shitless. She had him lay back on the examination table and started strapping him into place. \n\n“What are you doing?” He asked nervously, but she ignored the question. Instead she busied herself around the room, moving around so quickly she reminded Miller of a bee buzzing about. He wanted to look up and watch what she was doing but he was stuck to the table with no hope of fighting his way free. Finally the doctor returned to him. At first he was grateful, maybe finally someone would tell him what the fuck was going on. But he was less than comforted when she realized what she was holding.\n\n“Holy shit!” Miller exclaimed, looking at the massive scary needle she was holding; his eyes wide in terror. “What the fuck is that for?” \n\n“We’ve determined that you’re not a good fit for this program as a stud.” The doctor replied as if she was bored before sticking him with the needle. \n\n“Ow! What the fuck?” Miller cried. A burning sensation covered his entire body from head to toe. He yelled out in a mixture of pain and fright, but the doctor quickly gagged him. The drug she had shot him with clearly hadn’t been tested for human comfort. Growing pains that reminded him of puberty hit his body like a truck as every bone in his body began to shift. His skin stretched to his new forum. Like a science fiction horror movie Miller’s body transformed before his very eyes, the restraints finally growing slack around his neck, head, and wrists as he shrank down to his new size. \n\n“Nanobots.” The doctor described, suddenly very forthcoming with information. Where the hell was this knowledge when he signed up for this goddamn program. “First they’ll perform the ‘ol gender switcharoo...”\n\nIt seemed to happen as she said it. Faster than Miller could track it, the young man’s body transformed from a rather unimpressive male to a very impressive woman. breasts quickly grew, almost larger than his head. Likewise his butt expanded to match his new chest, while his penis quickly receded into his own body leaving a perfect pink vagina in its place, already damp with arousal. Miller moaned in arousal, squirming against his bondage. He looked up at the doctor, who suddenly seemed much less attractive to him. “Ah yes, that would be the ‘mood enhancers.’” The doctor nodded approvingly, reaching down to aggressively grope the young private’s new chest. \n\n“What the fuck are you doing?” Miller managed to squeak in feeble protest. \n\n“Sampling the goods…” She responded with another sinister looking smile. “After all, we have to make sure you’ve actually transformed before we introduce you to the breeding machine.” \n\n“Breeding machine!?” \n\n“Yes. Breeding machine. Although calling it a ‘machine’ is probably overly generous. We find it’s best for morale if we allow the soldiers to make… a ‘direct deposit’ if you will.” As she spoke her hands wandered away from Miller’s breasts and down her stomach. While it’s transformation had been less dramatic, it had no less been powerful. His entire insides rearrange for his new lot in life, flaring it wards to further exaggerate his hourglass figure. Although it wouldn’t be flat and toned for long. Soon it would be heavy, gravid under the weight of pregnancy. \n\nMiller’s eyes widened in fear. “Who’s morale?” He spat with useless venom. “Mine or theirs?” \n\n“Both! I know it might be hard for you to fathom it, but I think you’ll come to enjoy your new position. After all you came here to fuck and make babies… well that’s exactly what you’ll be doing!” The doctor's hands had continued their southward journey. Now her fingers were gently playing with the folds of the young recruit’s pussy. \n\nMiller opened his mouth to object, but his breath was quickly stolen away as the pregnant woman expertly manipulated his womanhood with an experienced and efficient hand. “Oh…. fuck!” He finally managed.\n\n“See?” The Doctor laughed confidently. “I told you you’d come round to your new position.” She continued for a few more moments before withdrawing her hand and licking the dew from her fingers. \n\n“Hey!” Miller moaned, suddenly more concerned with his unsatisfied libdo than his plight. “You aren’t going to finish the job?” \n\n“Oh, my job is finished.” The Doctor haughtily replied. “But I wouldn't worry. I’m sure the men in there will make sure you’re properly cared for. And you're lucky! First ‘breeding’ has just wrapped up but I think you’ll be ready for rounds two and three. And let me tell you none gets fucked harder than fresh meat.” She rubbed her belly, almost in a way that led Miller to believe she had once been in his position. She nodded him at him knowingly, slapped his ass aggressively, and then prodded a button on the floor with her foot. Before Miller could even think of a question to ask, two strong looking men in simple scrubs ran into the room and began to wheel the table from the examination room to whatever fate awaited the bamboozled soldier."
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"content": "Is softcore okay for this one?\n\n---\n\n\"...See what I mean? The passenger side wheel is good, but your tire's rubbing body on the driver's side.\" Adela mentioned as she ran her hand along the fender.\n\n\"Yeah, I know.\" Darius noted. \"I need a new sway bar for the rear.\"\n\n\"You'd better get that fixed,\" she said as she shared the rag he held to wipe the grit off her hands. \"If it shreds apart on the highway, you're in for a bad time.\"\n\nThey stared at the worn old Buick sitting in front of them for a moment.\n\n\"Meh, I'll put the stock wheels back on until I can get it situated.\" Darius answered.\n\n\"Situated? I can order it right now?\"\n\n\"I gotta be able to pay for it first.\" He outlined. \"...I gotta go get ready for tomorrow. I have a new client I'm supposed to be doing some freelance for.\"\n\n\"Oh yeah?\" Adela asked as she ruffled her jeans over her boots.\n\n\"Yeah.\" Darius sighed. \"Beats working extra hours at the store, or at the shop here.\"\n\n\"True.\" She agreed, \"My second shift isn't on until tomorrow, so I dunno... Still need help changing the tires?\"\n\n\"-Yeah, that'd be great actually.\" Darius mentioned as he slid the jack underneath the car again. \"Wanna meet up with the guys real quick? $2 pitcher night down at Terry's after this?\"\n\n\"Sounds good to me.\"\n\nThe night came and went, and before long Darius found himself lugging his camera bag into some nondescript lofts off the edge of the freeway. The further he got in, the more upscale things seemed to get. He had second thoughts about whether he'd came underdressed for the occasion.\n\nA model agency had found his listing and had offered him a spot on the shoot. He'd done a few fashion shoots before. They weren't really his thing personally, but they paid decent money when they decided he was worth calling. It's a living. One he'd had plenty of regrets about so far, but, still a living.\n\nThe truth was, nobody wants to be the awkward person in the room with a bunch of people in their underwear. But hey, that's why the word \"professionalism\" was key. A quick meet-and-greet with the clients ran down the style of each shoot. \"Honeymoon\", \"Casual\", and of course, \"Kink\".\n\nBefore long, he found himself beside two others armed with camera rigs similar to his own. And so work carried on as usual. As gorgeous as each one of the women were in their varied attire, disconnect is the name of the game. He took the best shots of each pose he could muster, if anything to prove he had reasons to be here.\n\nThey were gonna pay him for this. He made sure of that. It wasn't until he really looked at one of his subjects outside of the lenses, that they locked eyes; that his heart skipped a beat.\n\n\"Adela?\" He mouthed out at her from his position.\n\n\"Darius??\" She quietly reacted back.\n\nDuring one of the breaks in the shoot, he took a moment to recover his nerves. The outfits had been getting more revealing as things went along, with Adela wearing a half buttoned dress shirt and lacy panties when he last saw her. No brainer, he knew what Adela looked like. He'd known her for forever it felt like. Darius never saw her like *that* though.\n\nHe made sure to head back out sooner rather than later, as to get back into character and finish what he started. But as the last shoot began, he understood exactly what he was up against. For example, Adela wearing a leather get up one would expect to see on a dominatrix.\n\nThe pictures for everyone in the last shoot seemed wildly more explicit than he expected. Yet still tasteful, no nudity, it clearly wasn't that kind of deal. But it was real apparent what a lot of people present's 'thing' was even if it wasn't even said.\n\nAdela, or \"Del\", as he found she went by here especially seemed to get into this one in particular. While Darius was all stone behind the lenses, he couldn't help but wonder what he'd been missing out on all this time. Especially the more she played with her suits. Pulling the corners down, stretching straps, and even a whip. At one point she threw the dress shirt over what was left and posed like some skimpy mob boss.\n\nHe didn't want to admit it, but he was fairly sure his drawers were cutting off circulation at that point.\n\n---\n\nThe end of the shoot, meant time to shop around for further connections. And also what photos to keep and what photos to discard. The key thing of a portfolio. Regardless of what it is; it has to look good. It has to be the best.\n\nAnd so, before long, Darius found himself stuffing bags back into the trunk of his car. Absently considering how soon he'd be able to rack up the money needs for new sway bars. And the bills. And....\n\n\"So how long until the photos are done?\"\n\nAdela asked as he turned around. \"Oh. Uh, I haven't even started sorting them all out.\"\n\n\"Well, let's go get some coffee and start looking? I spent way too much time with all that gear on, kinda feeling a little sore.\"\n\n\"Oh...\" Darius considered. \"You know a place nearby? Or Starbucks? Or-\"\n\n\"I have a coffee maker at home.\" Adela counteroffered.\n\n\"Oh okay.\" He smiled, \"That works too.\"\n\nThere was a bit more of that awkward silence as she helped him load the last of his gear in, brushing up against him by accident. For some reason, he really didn't want to make eye contact so close up. But he found himself staring at her and her staring equally back.\n\n\"Or, Terry's still has a $2 night if, you-\"\n\n\"-No, no... coffee's fine.\""
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"content": "“All of them?” asked the plubberous man, his gut hanging over his belt as he oozed into the chair, like canned cheese filling someone's palm he poured through the gaps.\r \n“Every last one.” said the stark contrast who chose to stand. Gangly and hard, a modern cubism portrait of a man, all planes and angles that occupied a tan coat. The material stood displayed on his angled shoulders and pulled taught to his slender waist.\r \n“I don’t believe you can do it, we have tried all sorts, electric shock, solita…”\r \n“I don’t need the details on your methods… if they were effective I would not be here, I need specifications of payment not advice.”\r \n“$200 a head is the going expectations of budget for the full operation.” hissed the commissioners assistant, he was taught oily skin pulled over too many teeth. A pez dispenser of crooked sharps looking up from his tablet.\r \n“$200 works.”\r \nAnd the skeletal excuse of a man was gone. 7ft of tailored coat, a few extra inches of top hat and a cane, because of course such a man would have a cane. Something so analogous to his biology would be remiss if absent. The two... man and cane... strode hand in shaft from the art deco stone building. They could begin anywhere but outside the bureau of citizen reform seemed as good a place as any. His eyes lingered on the great wall that stood between the bureau and the citizenry, an analogy that stood as perfect as him to his cane.\r \n\r \nThe figure held his cane on an open palm, savouring the moment until he drew a closed fist down it’s length, black lackour shifting beneath his digits until it took on a new form. He did not draw a sword from the shaft but something far mightier. \r \nHe descended into the catacombs of subway tunnels.\r \nHe could see the problem, to the innocent eye the shifting crowds looked as regular as draws of cutlery waiting at soon-to-open train doors. To his eyes, which were far sharper than most, the hints were there…\r \nA tail.\r \nEars hidden beneath golden locks.\r \nA collar beneath a scarf.\r \nFurries.\r \nThe commissioner would call them degenerates but our protagonist preferred the softer term. His pen worked with a flurry, cutting through the air in the outline of a passenger, the skin rippling, clothes tearing until within an explosion of threads a cartoon stood.\r \nThe inner furself drawn forth into the corporeal.\r \nPassengers witness to flagrant magic in an otherwise scientific world where understandably distressed but the taste came in two distinct flavours. The pen cut into those who held curiosity and one by one they were released, metamorphosed into their true form of 24 frames per second. The vibrant colors standing out of place in the grayscale tunnels. \r \nThe crowd swelled as our figure strode along the black stones. Heels clicking on slate as figures with hidden fursonas exploded into color. Phones tweeted like birds calling in the flocks. Stairwells and connecting trains flooded, pushing past those who held confusion and fear at the seemingly spreading paranormal plague.\r \nOur gangly figure cast a loop around the entire network and found himself standing once more before the great wall, the base of the bureau of rehabilitation. His pen cut anew, strokes slashing through air into stone, brick and mortar opening into technicolor hills, rivers, trees and clouds. The architecture long forgotten since industrial progress. It penetrated itself into the great wall, looking real enough to touch.\r \nThe swollen crowd, filled to bursting, they knew instinctively what it was. Phones slipped from fingers, turning from animated grey blocks to black rectangles of cracked glass once they hit stone.\r \nPossessions piled up at the base of the mural as each furry slipped into the portrait of a beautiful new morning.\r \n\r \nOur figure stood, cane back in its original form amongst the mountains of briefcases and phones. The colors of the painting had dimmed with the wavering magic to now simple graffiti. The grime of subway reclaiming it’s anatomy.\r \n“Where did they go?” asked the panting commissioner. Sweat staining his handkerchief.\r \n“They are gone.”\r \n“I can see that! Where?”\r \n“Eleven million, three hundred and twenty three thousand two hundred.” announced the figure, taking his time with each rolling syllable.\r \n“You were supposed to reform them, not vanish them.”\r \n“They are reformed, as for my payment…”\r \nThe skin and tooth snarled out a figure… the wrong one.\r \n“...we need to detract for the incorrect state of the ‘reformed’, also accounting fees… It’s still a tidy sum for an afternoon’s work, wouldn’t you agree?” said the assistant, a smile curling his lips all too far.\r \nOur figure took his cane and gestured to the faded mural, the mortar twisting at inhuman curves, pulling and popping in fractal smoothness, detail running deeper and infinitely more complex. The commissioner stood transfixed by the sight and stepped closer, drawn into the infinite detail, lids heavy, blood rushing, sweat lay unwiped on his forehead as he panted. The assistant followed as did the guards.\r \nOur figure stood, driving the image deeper into the flesh of the subway, pushing the mortal wound down to it’s core as the commissioner, the passengers and all descended into it’s orgasmic impossible depths."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The greatest female warrior in the land, is also a giant exhibitionist. Preferring to wear either the tiniest of bikini armor, or nothing at all. Which makes things awkward for you, her young apprentice, as she requires you to adopt the same dress code. | [
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"content": "\"Are you sure, Mistress, that this is really my size?\"\n\nLady Contreras turned to look at me over her shoulder, tensing her powerful arms and adjusting her posture to show off her oiled skin to perfection, \"You've been offered a rare opportunity, Eric. If you continue to question me, I can easily choose another young apprentice who will be more obedient. If you want to be my apprentice, you wear the same armour I do. Is that clear, boy?\"\n\nI nodded, dry-mouthed, and let my gaze drift down her honed body before picking up the tangled slivers of leather, mail and steel plate.\n\nI dragged my woollen robe over my head, grabbed what appeared to be the bottom half of the armour, and began to step into it.\n\n\"The shorts, Eric. Lose the shorts,\" commanded my new mistress.\n\nI looked up at her, her powerful silhouette framed perfectly in the window, long flowing hair catching the breeze just so. She looked at me over her smoked glasses and gestured with a perfectly manicured finger to take off my shorts. \n\nI took in a breath to protest, but then remembered her earlier words and did as I was told, throwing my undershorts in the pile on top of my robe. Lady Contreras was noted for her powerful sexuality, and I felt every bit of it in her gaze as I straightened up holding the armour bikini. \n\nAt her nodded prompt, I stepped one foot into the unforgiving garment, then the other. My mistress stood with her hands on her hips, confidently watching my every move. \n\nI pulled the heavy armour up over my thighs, then eased the chain thong between the cheeks of my arse. It was more comfortable than I had expected, but try as I might, I couldn't get my penis to stay in the small pouch at the front. \n\nAfter a couple of minutes of struggling with it, I heard a chuckle and looked up. \"Did you not wonder why I chose you, of all the young people who were so keen to serve as my apprentice? That cock of yours is legendary in this town, boy. Let it swing free!\"\n\nI felt my cheeks flush deep red, and started to speak, but was interrupted by Lady Contreras, \"Now the top, it's all or nothing. I had it made especially for you Eric.\"\n\nI tried to figure out the straps of the bikini top, an item entirely unfamiliar to me in my sheltered upbringing as a smith's son. Then she strode over and spun me round, expertly fitting the chain straps around my chest and over my shoulders. \n\nShe stepped back, motioned for me to turn and show her all the angles of the outfit, then slapped my arse hard and laughed heartily. \"You'll do Eric. Now rub some more oil on me, it's time for wrestling practice.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A meditation app gradually turns anyone who uses it into an increasingly sexy and increasingly horny girl. This applies even if the user was a boy to begin with... | [
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"content": "\r \nCasey's finger reluctantly tapped the download button. Chastity, his girlfriend, leaned into him placing her lips on his after the download started. They sat cross legged leaning into each other kissing on the beach blanket as the seagulls screamed at each other to leave their food alone. Casey's hands moved to hold her at her waist, but met resistance of her hands as they moved more breastward. Her hands relinquished their defense when he moved them back to her waist, only they kept a southward trek. She finally took his hands in hers and held them in their shared lap, on their ankles.\r \n\r \nThe phone chirped that it had finished the download. Chasity walked him through the initialization process and the first \"lesson\"; it was how to breathe properly. The second lesson on how to chant a single note, but harmonize it to each other and the app's hypnotically ever changing tone. Anyone that had speed up the app's note would have heard it as 'sleep'. Casey'd didn't remember eating lunch, but returned to work oddly satisfied.\r \n\r \nThe thing about the app was that it could pair with another's app so they could 'meditate' together anywhere on the globe. Casey had to be reminded with the app nearly screaming for him to join in with Chasity to meditate. It took him a month of constant reminding before he was opening the app before her. The first change in him that he noticed was his own choice in underwear. Women have so much more of a choice when it came to that sort of thing that he was overwhelmed by it all. Chasity eventually went with him to help him pick out new ones. That choice wasn't great as he found that his 'boys' would slip the confinement regularly because the crotch was just too narrow for the task. Going without didn't feel right either, so they kept trying eventually putting him into girl's size 14s. To get him comfortable in them required a trick; his balls had to be coaxed into his body while the vaccinated area folded over his shaft. This gave him a form that fit very well in the new panties.\r \n\r \nOne of the meditations he particularly enjoyed was the one where she would suck his nipples. She showed up at his place the first time before breakfast, met him at lunch, right after work, and hung out until after dinner for the last mediation of the day. The first few times she showed up knocking on his door was enough to wake him from his dreams, but after a few days, his neighbor complained to him, then to the management company of the building about the noise she was making. The solution was to give her a key to his place as he wasn't going to get up earlier to go to her. The next morning after giving her the key, she was there in his bed, phones chanting, and with her sucking his nipples. Four times a day of mutual meditating became six with her meeting him in his car during his work breaks. It wasn't long before they both noticed his nipples were elongated, with puffy areolas.\r \n\r \nThey left his work one day, without consciously agreeing, drove to lingerie shop to get him his first bra. Turned out that he liked a few of them and couldn't decide on just one. He was rotating through them, day to day, until she realized what was going on. Her statement that he was going to wear them out washing them so frequently revealed the basic fact that women don't change their bras day to day, but wear them for a few days in a row; some kept wearing the same bra for a week at a time. He leaped to his feet, and tugged on her arm to follow. He announced that she needed more, they needed more bras. She let him pull her to her feet where she twirled, pulling his arm with her until the were embracing, face to face, and totally enveloped each other in a fierce passionate kiss. \r \n\r \nShe let him undress her in the living room and while he was fixated on sucking her nipples, started the meditation app. Her app had other features his lacked. She set up the apps for a one sided oral sex session. He carried her, still sucking her nipple, to his bed. She refused to let her phone out of her grip, but pushed his head between her thighs she was busily slipping behind her elbows so her hips were upturned. She was using the app to direct his tongue across her vulva. The app was humming soothing tones they both were mimicking. She kept hitting the delay button which the app seem to be ignoring. Her climax erupted, unsprung her legs to wrap around him. His eyes were rolled back into his head like he was the one climaxing. She had an irresistible desire to straddle his hips and suckle his blooming breasts.\r \n\r \nHe was still, for the most part, still dressed with only his button down shirt open. She forced his bra up on top of his breast freeing his nipples, and began gyrating on his crotch. He felt erect and pulsing even though his cock was held down, confined behind panties and a pair of tight pants. The wet heat of her mouth, humming, and flickering tongue was so intensely erotic that he knew he was about to cum. The force of his orgasm made his body ridgid after thrusting his hips up to hold her off the bed. It was an unbelievable pulsing orgasm that held him in place for minutes before collapsing back onto the bed. He'd wanted to fuck her since the moment they'd met, so delayed gratification got the credit for an orgasm he never knew was possible.\r \n\r \nThey spent the rest of the night caressing, and massaging each other under the app's chanting direction, even feeding each other their dinners. He never thought about unbinding his cock, but prefered it trapped. The shower the next morning felt strange with it dangling down. He couldn't wait to slip into a pair of panties again. She was waiting for him with a roll of tape in her hands as he stepped out of the shower. His puzzled look was answered with her quick glance to the towel. He didn't' just towel off but used a hair dryer to speed up the evaporation of moisture on his crotch; it just seemed a natural thing for him to do. They had to wait for him to go soft again after she began to touch it. He stood there looking between his sizeable 'b-cups' as she coaxed his balls back inside, folded his cock into a little slit, then placed a piece of tape lengthwise covering his slit. She turned him to look at himself in the mirror. Although his hips were still masculine, He smiling because he could see his goal was so very close.\r \n\r \nWhat she knew, that he didn't, was the tape was special ordered from the app creators that held billions of nanobots directed by the app to convert his male biology into a cis-female one. She dressed him in thigh highs, a skirt, no panties, a pushup bra, and feminine button down that had room for his boobs while hugging his narrow waist. The skirt was pleated and padding to give him a more womanly figure. Their saturday was spent going from shoe shop to shoe shop on the hunt for the perfect pair of heels for him."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A woman finds her old teddy bear, forgotten in a box. On a whim, she decides to sleep with him again. He no longer needs to defend her from the monsters under the bed, so he finds another way to show her his love. | [
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"content": ">!Heads up, no sex.!<\n\nSir Marek the Stalwart… veteran of the dust bunny incursion, tip of the spear at the great blackout of 02, first in, last out.\n\nCivilian life was not for him.\n\nMarek stretched his legs, rubbing stuffing back into his joints. Damn Atica, retirement home of the survivors. Naked barbies stumbled around, old toys cheered like it was spring break. Marek swept the dust from the front of his box with an old brush, glaring at 3 ken dolls walking shoulder to shoulder, they took the hint and gave him a wide berth.\n\n“Toys…”\n\nHe spat the word. What Marek wouldn’t do to have another breach of the closet, run in, paws at the ready, tearing into interdimensional horrors.\n\nMarek heard the heavy footsteps of another delivery of retirees. He stood, leaning on the brush.\n\n“Ok… who have we got.” he grumbled, watching the box float overhead, descending down to land in the middle of Atica, throwing up dust and wind.\n\nThe box was empty… something tensed within him, the battle instincts honed over a thousand scary nights prickling into a fury to unleash on the new unknown.\n\n“You’re Marek?” asked a hand.\n\nMarek glared at the 5 uniform digits and spat a wad of stuffing to the floor. “*Sir* Marek”\n\n“Good good… you’re on the list!”\n\n“List?”\n\n“We’re pulling you out of retirement.” he shouted over the rustling box.\n\n“14 years of service...”\n\n“I just follow the pencil pushers Sir!”\n\nMarek batted the fingers away. “I can walk!” he growled, climbing into the packing box.\n\nMarek strapped himself in, watching as more and more toys filled the seats. It looked like all of Lucy Company was here. Marek cast one last look at the old rumpled box he had called home for 8 years. Good riddance! The hands climbed aboard and the packing box rose, leaving Atica by Stairsville… hopefully forever.\n\n\\-\n\nThe packing box turned out to be one of many. He looked out of the handholds to see dozens of others all pulling into formation.\n\n“Where the hell are we going?” asked Marek, not expecting an answer.\n\n“They've opened up a new front, we're not heading there like this though.”\n\nMarek eyed the fingers with a raised brow. They smiled and gestured outward to The Movus, all the boxes descended in formation, stacking away into the colossal Truck class transport.\n\nShe was huge… a rolling city that would rival Atica itself. Different divisions were arrayed inside, couch cushions, the old fridge, they even managed to get the whole of Fort Lucy Bed inside.\n\nMarek felt his reservations falling away. This was no small mobilization. The roller door closed and they were off. Everyone was abuzz, trading snippets they had heard of ‘Novus Placia’. Marek eyed the legions, not one to partake in gossip. They were so engrossed in their chatting nobody but Marek noticed the cabinet come free crashing toward the decking.\n\nMarek’s instincts came to the surface and he found himself acting before realizing it, his arms bearing the weight of a draw.\n\n“Get clear!” he bellowed to the knicks and knacks fleeing the area of impact. Marek stood against the wooden cabinet alone, pushed to his limit. He cast one last look at the divisions lined up outside the blast radius and gave in, letting it squash him flat.\n\n\\-\n\nMarek heard the hands, he pushed in time with them as the cabinet rose. The blinding rays of sun made his eye squint against the silhouettes.\n\n“Bout damn time! Any casualties?” grumbled Marek.\n\n“Nothing a bit of glue won't fix… how are you-”\n\n“I’m a bear soldier! I can take a squishing.”\n\nMarek was helped along by the hands, this time he didn’t protest their doting fingers, his own rubbing stuffing back into place.\n\n‘Novus Placia’ lived up to the rumours, an apartment complex, a bunch of divisions were already posted here. His eyes narrowed… Ikeans, they could hold up alright for a year or two but anything serious and they would collapse. Just as well he and the old guard were here. Lucy was darting about, telling the others where to land the moving boxes and assigning the divisions to their new theatres of operation. There were two more residents however. A man, tall, strong. Marek could understand his retirement, that man would keep the shadows at bay better than Marek ever could have. Marcus smiled, knowing his charge had been left in safe hands. The small resident ran to him… Marek could smell it.\n\nHe hadn’t smelt that in years…\n\nStrange how a smell can take you back, one moment he was in Novus Placia, the next, Marek was standing shoulder to shoulder against the lightning and black.\n\nFear, he hadn’t smelt true fear in a decade.\n\nSmall fingers held Marek and he could see it. All the small fears the child held. A new world, strange people, unexplored rooms and shadows.\n\n“You’re not assigned to Sarah.” said Lucy’s hand.\n\nSarah held on and Marek found himself the centre of two competing authorities. He cleared his throat and broke the tie.\n\n“With all do respect Lucy… I’ve served for 14 years but I’m not a retirement bear… I’m not cut out for civilian life. I don’t want to be a pencil pusher or to sit on a shelf. Assign me to Sarah, I still have demons to fight.”\n\nLucy reluctantly let go and Marek left with Sarah, he cast one last look to Lucy, seeing the smile on her face. He had done good work there.\n\nSarah introduced him to the new division. Blocks under the command of Sergeant Blankie.\n\nMarek nodded at the new troops… He could work with blocks, solid, reliable. He flexed his shoulder and set his jaw, there were shadows to fight."
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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": "Sylvia followed the angel through the white city. Heaven was different from what she expected. No clouds or halos, no harp play. Instead, it looked more like any city, just cleaner, prettier and… a lot more sexual. \nNobody here wore clothes but rather than that being some serene experience of transcending the need for them, Sylvia could feel herself get wet at the sight of all the beautiful men, women and others around. Not all of the people here were humans. Instead, there were many strange alien creatures roaming the streets as well, some looking almost entirely human except for their skin tone, others looking more like animals and others again looking entirely unlike anything she’s seen before. \nAnd Sylvia quickly realized she wasn’t the only one aroused by her surroundings. All over the celestial city, she saw people having sex, completely publicly, as if it wasn’t a big deal in the slightest, which, judging by the reactions of everyone else, it wasn’t. She stood and watched for a while as a handsome, muscular man was fucking a second man who was on all fours in front of him. Both waved at her as she passed before returning to what they were doing. She saw a person whose sex she couldn’t determine kneel in front of something that looked like a hairless blue gorilla, its massive penis thrusting in and out between their lips.\n\n“And they’re all…”, she asked the angel.\n\n“Not all of them are soulmates,” it replied in its calm voice. “Most of them are but eternity is a long time and sometimes, even soulmates seek variety. We do not judge, and neither does anyone else here.”\n\n“And I’m going to meet my soulmate now?”, Sylvia asked.\n\nThe angel nodded. “Yes, behind this door, you shall find them.” They had stopped in front of a plain, white door. It did not look like anything special, at least compared to the rest of heaven. “They have been very excited to meet you. Are you ready?”\n\n“I am,” Sylvia agreed. Without another word, the angel vanished, leaving her to take the last couple of hesitant steps, her bare feet making no sound on whatever the ground consisted of here. Reaching out, she opened the door and stepped through. She found herself in a dark red room, completely round and entirely empty. “Hello?”, she asked. “My name is Sylvia. Is anyone…”\n\nSuddenly, the room shifted, the walls moving on their own. And then she understood. Her soulmate wasn’t in this room. They were the room. Just as the realization hit, tendrils of the same color as the room reached out from all directions towards her. Some of the tentacles wrapped themselves around her wrists and ankles and lifted her into the air. She gasped excitedly as others began exploring her naked body, feeling up every curve of her. She realized that she must be as unfamiliar to this being as they were to her. She wondered how something like this could be her soulmate. But she was willing to entertain the notion. Especially when she felt a trio of very thin tentacles gently spread her labia and explore her clitoris and her vagina just as another tentacle began probing gently between her butt cheeks. Two more tentacles were gently rubbing along the sensitive bottoms of her feet while a whole group of thin ones were entirely focused on her breasts.\n\nSylvia let out a voiceless moan as a larger tentacle suddenly pushed itself inside her vagina. It began to expertly thrust a pleasant rhythm into her while simultaneously, the one exploring her butt penetrated her there. Fucked in both holes at once, Sylvia felt her eyes roll back in pleasure and her mouth fall open as she moaned her satisfaction into the room that was her soulmate. Taking this as an invitation, they immediately pushed a tentacle into her mouth and deep down her throat. Deeper than any cock could ever reach. \n\nBeing fucked in all her holes simultaneously as dozens of tentacles stimulated every single erogenous and sensitive zone on her body, Sylvia finally understood why this being was her soulmate. She could spend an eternity like this. And it seemed like she would."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Armed with blades which cut clothing but not skin, two noblewomen face off before the assembled court and fight... to the indignity! | [
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"content": "“The contestants are aware of the rules?”, the man’s voice boomed over the cheering crowd of the audience.\n\nLady Lenora Silverfoot went down on one knee. “I am,” she confirmed. She was grasping the hilt of the magical weapon firmly as she looked up at her opponent.\n\nMirroring her gesture, Lady Sarina Skyhelm went down on her knee as well. “I understand the rules,” she confirmed.\n\n“In that case, begin,” the man announced. Lenora ignited the weapon she was wielding. From the unremarkable metal hilt in her hand, a blade made of pure red light sprang forth, the length of any other sword. A second later, her opponent ignited her own weapon which shone in bright green.\n\nThe two women circled each other. Lenora had the advantage of experience. She was older and had been trained in the ways of the blade since long before Sarina was born. On the other hand, the advantage of youth that Sarina held was not to be underestimated either. \nLenora lunged forward, striking at her opponent’s shoulder. If she landed a clean blow there, she might be able to end the fight almost immediately. As she had expected, Lenora found her attack blocked by Sarina’s own blade, however, The two blades of pure energy collided with a swoosh of energy, then both opponents took a step backwards, away from each other.\n\nLenora watched each of Sarina’s steps carefully. The younger woman was wearing a long dress in the blue of her house, which obscured her movements slightly. It was not a practical choice but a traditional one. Ever since the dawn of these duels, the women fighting them had worn dresses, not trousers and shirts. Lenora’s own garb was red as wine, the color of her house. It also bore the same silver as the bear on her family’s banner, just like the Skyhelm black adorned her opponent’s blue dress.\n\nAfter almost a minute of both women simply observing the other and trying to read their movements, Sarina struck without a warning. Lenora raised her blade but misjudged her opponent’s movement. The green blade of Lady Skyhelm cut straight through the skirt of her dress. It did not cause any damage to her legs but the cloth fell to the floor, cleanly separated from the rest of the dress. \nLenora let out a silent curse as her muscular white legs were now exposed to any man in the court and the audience. While not quite improper yet, she could not believe Sarina, a woman half her age, had landed the first blow of this duel.\n\nDriven by this embarrassment, she pressed forward, striking multiple times at the raven-haired woman in front of her and driving her on the defensive. The colored blades of energy collided again and again and after a minute of this brutal assault, Sarina stumbled over the hem of her own dress, giving Lenora all the opening she needed. She swiped her blade across her opponents waist once, then immediate down through her shoulder and across her chest.\n\nThe blue and black dress of Sarina Skyhelm fell apart, as did the lady’s corset and bra, leaving her in nothing more than the plain grey underwear sat upon her hips and the elegant black heels on her feet. As heels did not count for this battle, just one more strike separated Lenora from victory. If only she managed to cut Lady Skyhelm’s underwear, she would have won. \nThe audience to their duel cheered and, while Lenora did not tear her eyes away from her opponent to confirm, she was certain more than a handful of men watching them would have pulled their members from their breeches and would be observing their duel with renewed fascination now that Sarina was almost entirely exposed to view. Just as a non-negligible number of women had probably pushed a hand under their own clothes at this point.\n\nAs she was thinking this, however, Sarina launched an offensive of her own, aggressive and threatening enough to now put Lenora on her backfoot. As she was busy deflecting one blow of the brilliant green sword after the next, Lenora could feel herself at a disadvantage. Despite her initial success, it was the last strike that counted, not the ones before. \nLenora quickly ducked under Sarina’s blade and struck at her hips. At the last possible second, Sarina jumped, causing the blade of energy to pass harmlessly through her leg. In the same movement, she drove her own weapon through Lenora’s body. Again, cloth fell to the floor, separated from her dress. Lenora looked down at herself and found not only another large part of her dress gone but also her own underpants. The one piece of clothing remaining to Sarina was now gone from herself. With her vagina revealed and visible to everyone, Lenora resolved to double down on her efforts to defeat Sarina. Thanks to both the tatters of her dress and her own bra still covering her, Lenora was not yet defeated.\n\nMagic blade clashed upon magic blade many more times until Lenora managed to twist the green sword from her opponent’s hand. It flew away, cluttering across the marble floor and shutting off the second it left Sarina’s hand. \nThe younger woman looked after it and seemed, for a second, to consider jumping after it. But both she and Lenora knew she could never make it in time. So instead, she knelt before Lenora. The older woman smiled. “You fought well,” she announced. “And while I am glad I won, for it means *my* house will gain dominion over the Mire Marshes, not yours, I admire your skill with the blade.”\n\nShe lowered her red blade towards the black-haired woman in front of her and severed the strings holding her underwear in place. As it fell to the floor and revealed the thick raven curls underneath, Lenora’s victory was cemented. \n“House Skyhelm will take those lands back,” Sarina declared.\n\nWith a smile, Lenora released the energy from her blade, the red light disappearing and leaving only the hilt. “Maybe,” she admitted. “But not today. And if it does, we shall meet on the field of duel again. And whatever the outcome, I shall look forward to that day.”"
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"content": "\"You want me to do *what* now?\"\n\n\"Steal the prototype starfighter and deliver it to the starport at Par Magure.\"\n\nGia sighed heavily. \"I got that part, it was the part right before that.\"\n\nHer contact smirked a bit more than was comfortable, considering her request. \"Right, of course. To infiltrate the designer's exclusive sex resort to find out where it's being stored. Is that a problem?\"\n\nAnother heavy sigh from the bounty hunter. \"Half up front, and a ship to leave behind when I fly out on your prize.\" Honestly, if this fixer agreed to pay that much before the job was done, it was more than her usual take.\n\n\"Done.\"\n\nGia's left eyebrow swung upward into a dramatic arch. That had been almost too easy, and Gia smelled a trap. Still, some traps were meant to be sprung.\n\n\\* \\* \\* \\* \\* \\* \\* \\* \\* \\*\n\n\"Invitation confirmed,\" the voice droned over the comm. \"We'll guide you in from here, Cormorant.\" Gia felt the tractor beam lock in, and relaxed.\n\nSecuring an invitation had been easy, as simple as filling out an application form and transferring the club coordinator a few nude holos. That, along with a few lewd exchanges about the fullness of her breasts or the firmness of her ass, and how those parts (and others) would entertain certain proclivities of their clientele. They had sent the coordinates quickly, and Gia had been onboard the Cormorant nearly as fast.\n\nA few moments later, Gia felt her ship shudder as the dock clamps grabbed hold of the hull. She took a moment to collect herself, to remember that in this place, she would be Syndra De'lune, the unfaithful wife of an outer rim trader seeking a bit of dirty respite from her everyday life.\n\nShe descended the stairs from her ship and onto the deck of the club. A small group of admittedly beautiful men and women walked out to greet her, all in skimpy ceremonial garb. Gia reminder herself to stay focused, though perhaps a *bit* of fun wouldn't be out of line.\n\n\"Welcome, Ms. De'lune,\" the stunning woman up front said with a smile. \"Or should I say...Gia Galvano?\"\n\nGia reached for her hidden weapon, but was far too slow. Each and every one of her greeting party had pulled blasters from who knows where. All there was left for Gia to do was raise her hands in defeat.\n\nThe beautiful woman approached, sliding up mere inches away from Gia, close enough to whisper in the bounty hunter's ear. Close enough that Gia could kill her in an instant, if not for the others with weapons trained. *Might as well see this out, Gia.*\n\n\"Oh, my love,\" the greeter said, her voice dripping with seduction. \"Do you think we haven't had our eyes on you for years? We keep track of *everyone*, and with a body like yours, you have been at the top of many people's lists for a long time now. The nude holos you forwarded with your application have already more than paid for the cost of your initial fees, including your fixer's cut.\"\n\nKnowing she should have trusted her instincts, Gia nodded and turned her head slightly toward the greeter. \"Alright, then...so now what?\"\n\nThe greeter laughed, a sound that was equal parts amusement and malice. \"Oh, you sweet thing. You have no idea.\"\n\n\\* \\* \\* \\* \\* \\* \\* \\* \\* \\*\n\n*Stopping there because it led sort of dub-con/non-con, and i (ironically) don't write those without consent and labeling. :D*\n\n*EDIT to fix a missing word.*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] The dark and moody femboy mage liked to pretend he was above the bubblegum bard's lewd and chipper charms, but she knew just how to get him hot and bothered... | [
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"content": "**Seducing An Edge-Lord**\n-----------------------------------------------\n\n\"Lighten up, Shokith! We just defeated a demon lord. Isn't it time we have some fun,\" Liliana chortled happily as she passed an ale to the dark-mage. \n\n\"Why does it matter? Another demon lord or lady will take his place and then we'll get called again. Celebration is meaningless in the grand scheme of things. When you've lived as long as I have, you find no reason to–\"\n\n\"Booooooring, c'mon just because it's meaningless doesn't mean it's any less funnnnnn,\" Liliana interrupted the dark-elf as she slid her hand on his thigh. \n\n\"Besides,\" she whispered, \"if you don't want to celebrate with the rest of the party, you can let me serenade you with a *private* celebration at my quarters *if you know what I mean.*\"\n\nLiliana gave a flirty smirk, the edgy mage blushing as he knew exactly what she meant. It never ceased to amaze him how her flirty perversion belied her cheerful, wholesome look. \n\n\"My, my, you seem to be quite excited already,\" she giggled as her soft hand felt his hardness pushing against his battle codpiece. \n\n\"Pleasure…is…meaningless,\" Shokith tried to utter as the bard shushed him.\n\n\"That doesn't matter as long as you enjoy it,\" she whispered as she finished her ale and pulled him away to her quarters at the inn. Shokith always felt embarrassed how easily the bard always seduced him. Nothing mattered, at least that was what he told himself, but her cheerful lewdness always broke him. \n\nShokith could barely remember how his armaments got stripped as her words teased him as playfully as her fingers did. It excited him, how much he lost control to her whenever she started degrading him and calling him her bad little boy. \n\nSoon, Shokith moaned helplessly into Liliana's panties, stuffed in his mouth as she teased his member. For all her feminine wiles, Liliana was quite dominant in the bedroom and the edgy mage was helpless to how easily she made him sing with muffled moans. \n\n\"Aren't you a desperate little pet?\" Liliana murmured as her fingers teased drip after drop of pre-cum from him, keeping him on edge. \n\n\"You want it in my mouth, don't you, you dirty little dark-elf,\" she purred to the bound mage whose face was flushed with embarrassment as he shyly nodded. \n\n\"Well, I'll do it if you answer this question nicely. Is this all really pointless? And remember, if you're a bad boy, I'll punish you,\" she smirked. \n\nShokith squinted, pausing awkwardly to think before shaking his head. \n\n\"That's a good boy,\" Liliana said as he swirled her tongue over his tip. Shokith could feel the tension building as he squirmed, the bard expertly playing with him. Her soft fingers stroked as she took him into her mouth, her head bobbing up and down as he tensed against the restraints splaying his arms and legs to the inn bed. Each stroke just made Shokith close his eyes in pleasure as his muffled moans softly echoed throughout the small room. \n\n\"Now, I want you to be a good boy and if you can stop yourself from finishing during these twenty seconds, I'll let you have something even more fun,\" she said with a twinkle in her eye. Liliana's mouth began sucking more vigorously as she finished the words, the mage already on edge as his toes curled trying to stop the impending wave. His hips rocked as the bard continued quickly sucking, her throat gripping and sliding along his slickened shaft. \n\nEach second of holding back felt like pleasurable torture as the bard expertly pushed him extremely close to the edge until, just when he felt he could no longer hold back, she stopped. \n\n\"Well, you've been a good boy today and you know what that means,\" the bard whispered as she positioned her bare pussy over the cock, just under the length of her hand. \n\nShe parted her folds as she slid the mage in, her hips grinding against his with each thrust. Liliana's soaking pussy always felt nicer than the intense edging her lips gave him and Shokith let himself go to the pleasure of the moment. \n\nLiliana smiled as she looked at the edgy mage's expression, lost to pleasure as he neared orgasm. As she pulled out, stroking him as she did so, she chuckled as he spilled splatters of white all over her breasts. \n\n\"Who cares if everything's meaningless,\" Liliana said cheekily as she got off to go clean up, the mage too drained to reply. \n\n*Whatever,* Shokith thought as he drifted off into the afterglow of his session."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: In a dystopian future, anyone who questions the official narrative is sentenced to "public service"... Problem is, some conspiracy theorists are into that. | [
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"content": "“This is your last chance,” the judge booms with his loud voice. “Renounce your lies or be punished!”\n\n“I’ll never renounce what I have to say,” I reply immediately. “The world has to know that the planet is actually cube-shaped!”\n\nThe judge raises an eyebrow. “But you are here because you claim that the government is controlled by frog-people.”\n\nI pause. “Oh right. Yes, I’ll never renounce that either. It’s also true and very important.”\n\nThe judge sighs. “Is it really?”, he asks. “More or less important than when you came here last week and claimed that chem trails are turning the snakes straight?”\n\nI think for a moment. “About the same,” I then reply. “Look, can we just get this over with and get to the punishment part?”\n\nThe judge lets out a deep sigh of exasperation, then he nods. “Fine,” he agrees. “Hereby, I punish you to two hours in the stocks.”\n\n“Only two hours? I mean, it’s a pretty serious claim I’m making there, isn’t it?”\n\nRolling his eyes, the judge says: “Alright, three hours. But not a second longer.”\n\nAs the next conspiracy theorist takes my place, one of the guards leads me outside. “You know you can just use a hook-up app?”, she asks me as she undresses me.\n\n“I know,” I reply. Once I’m fully naked, I put my head and hands into the stock and she closes them. I wiggle around to make sure I am firmly secured. “But it’s not the same.” \nI make sure to raise my butt high in the air, to look as inviting as I can. I catch the guard glance at my butt and smirk. “You can take a round, if you want.”\n\nShe reaches out and runs one of her long fingers over it, finishing by gently prodding my eager butt hole. “I’m on duty right now. But I have my lunch break in an hour. I think I’ll swing by then!”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A certain person has the strange habit of spontaneously duplicating when horny. The hornier they get, the more duplicates appear. | [
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"content": "We sat breathless and giggling, all awkward elbows and excited anticipation, finally doing the “experiment” we had talked about for weeks now. \n\n\nMy strange superpower was to “duplicate” whenever I reached a certain level of horniness, my clone materializing nearby, always naked and equally as horny as myself. The clone lasted until it orgasmed, after which it simply faded away like night’s fog burned away by the morning sun. \n\n\nI had never seen more than 4 of my clones appear at once – after I reached a certain level of horniness, my clones couldn’t stop themselves from leaping into bed, joining in with the fun and then vanishing as quickly as they came. But today, we were going to see just how many clones I could generate. We had locked ourselves in the pantry, a small closet barely big enough for the two of us, with myself tied to the chair and my girlfriend, Luanne, teasing me while wearing her favorite white, sheer sundress. \n\n\nShe draped her arms over my shoulder and gave me a mischievous smile, only room enough in the pantry for her to straddle my legs, almost sitting on my lap. She leaned forward and kissed me lightly beneath my ear, goosebumps shivering down my spine as I felt her lips brush against what she knew was my favorite weak point. \n\n\nI felt my cock stiffen in my shorts as the first clone materialized. We both turned towards the door as I heard my own voice say “It worked!” \n\n\nJust as we had hypothesized, when there wasn’t enough room to materialize a clone right next to me, it would materialize in the closest available space. This way, we could keep the clones locked outside, preventing them from joining in and quickly evaporating. \n\n\nLuanne turned back to me, gently raising my chin with her hand so our lips met. The softness of her kiss was mirrored by the softness of her hand lightly brushing against the stiffness in my shorts, and a soft gasp escaped my lips as another clone materialized outside the pantry. Luanne grinned, leaning forward and purring “looks like you like that” into my ear before kissing me again, this time with a hungry intensity, slipping a hand under my shirt to caress my chest as she explored my mouth with her tongue. Two more clones appeared outside, and Luanne moaned in approval, snaking a hand around the back of my head and twining her fingers through my hair. \n\n\nShe continued to tease me, grinding her hips against mine, and I could feel the sheer fabric of the sundress slipping and sliding against my shorts. We lost track of time, Luanne masterfully teasing all my weak points, my head swimming with desire as my cock strained against my shorts, unbelievably hard. We were suddenly interrupted by a loud banging on the door. I snapped back to the present moment, now noticing the huge crowd of clones we had spawned. I could see them crowding the kitchen through the slats of the pantry door, a dull murmur of my own voice overlapping itself dozens of times in the room as the clones all strained against each other to get a view of the pantry door. \n\n\n“Luanne, wait, this is way more than we thought–“ I said in protest, but she was already reaching to unlock the pantry door. As the door cracked open, a rowdy cheer came up from the crowd of clones, and I saw a hand that looked just like mine reach in to force the door further open. Another 4 hands snaked in, quick with purpose and desire, and closed around Luanne’s arms. She yelped as she was yanked out of the pantry, into the warm press of bodies that waited just outside…\n\n*To be continued...*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Your newest personal assistant must be trying to get fired, right? There’s no way she accidentally sends you the weekly reports with her nudes attached instead TWICE… right? | [
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"content": "\"You wanted to see me, Ma'am?\" Emily asked, as she entered her boss's office, stealthily locking the door as she closed it behind her. \n \n\"Miss Harrison, what is this?\" Veronica replied brusquely, turning the photo she was holding around so her personal assistant could see it. \n \nEmily looked as if she had just been asked what color the sky was. \"Err, that's a picture of me Ma'am. Did you not recognise me without my clothes?\" \n \n\"I know it's you!\" Veronica blushed as she tried to keep her voice down. \"What I want to know, is why you gave me this instead of those reports I asked for!\" \n \nEmily laughed as she sauntered over to Veronica's desk. \"Isn't it obvious?\" After plonking her pretty posterior down on the edge of the rectangular piece of mahogany, the buxom young blonde began unbuttoning her blouse. \n \n\"No! No, no, no! Miss Harrison, we cannot do this!\" Despite her protests, Veronica made no effort to stop her assistant from undressing. \n \nOnce again, Emily chuckled. \"Sure we can! Come on, I've seen the way you look at me! You want me! You want my body.\" The young woman popped ooen the last button on her white top, before casting it off and tossing it aside. \"And I want to give it to you. I want to be your dirty little secret. What do you say?\" Emily reached behind her back and undid her bra, before discarding it the same way she did her blouse. \n \nVeronica stared at her assistant's breasts with hunger in her eyes. The photo didn't do them justice. The photo couldn't capture the way the heavy pair jiggled when Emily willed it. It also failed to show just how beautiful and suckable the young blonde's nipples were. \n \n\"To Hell with it.\" Veronica growled, before pulling Emily into her lap and burying her head in her assistant's chest. \n \n\"Oh! Oh yes!\" Emily's yelp of suprise turned into a moan of pleasure as she felt her boss's lips around one of her tender nipples. \"God yes! Oh, it's been so long!\" \n \n\"Cancel all my appointments.\" Veronica commanded, taking a moment to breathe. \n \n\"I already did!\" Emily replied, running her hands through her boss's hair as the redhead resumed her attack on the young lady's tits. \n \n--------- \n \nEmily checked her watch. One hour. They'd been at it for one hour. During that time, Veronica had kissed, licked, groped, bitten, squeezed and teased almost every inch of her body. People had knocked on the door asking to see her, but Veronica had shooed them all away. The mature redhead seemed incapable of pulling herself away from her new lover for more than a few moments. Emily had severely underestimated how lust her boss had been holding inside of her. \n \n\"Mmmmph!\" Emily moaned as another orgasm rocked her world. Veronica had gagged her with her own panties a while ago, to keep her moans from being heard by anyone. The young blonde's legs shuddered as waves of ecstacy washed over her. After a few blissful moments, she eventually returned to earth, and Veronica remove her fingers from the woman's sopping wet pussy. \n \n\"That's enough for now.\" Veronica said matter-of-factly, her hunger apparently sated. \n \nEmily spat out her panties. \"Are you sure? But I was hoping I could see what you looked like naked.\" \n \n\"Perhaps another time. Say, when you're finally finished with those reports I asked for?\" \n \n\"It's a deal.\" Emily gave her boss a brief kiss, before getting off the desk and retrieving her clothes."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Remote or otherwise controlled pleasure prompts. Be it the classic vibrator and clicker, Cursed magic armor that absorbs all damage but makes the user feel it as orgasmic, to hacking an Android and messing with their sensitivity until their clothes leave them barely coherent. | [
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"content": " - He planted a magic spy camera in the girls' locker room. The cheerleaders discovered the camera, but they also discovered that it's very sensitive. Now he has to rush across campus to dispel the camera, or at least convince the girls to stop sucking it off when he's in class.\n\n - The top half of a robot girl has gotten seperated from her lower half. The lower half has no brain, so she thinks with her pussy. The top half has to track her down and reunite her body, while feeling everything her lower half feels.\n\n - Your guardian angel feels intense pleasure every time you do a good deed. The nicer you are, the closer she gets to cumming her brains out. Meanwhile, the devil on your other shoulder feels it when you do something naughty.\n\n - Tech support accidentally rewires the boss's wireless vibrator so it goes off every time she gets an important email."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You have a flesh light thats magically connected toy your favorite celebrity's pussy. You haven't tried it out yet... how would you know it worked? But when you see her on live TV giving an interview, you decide now's the perfect time! | [
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"content": "It was honestly the strangest gift I'd ever been given. First off, it was a flesh light. Second, it had been given to me by my ex when she broke up with me. Woah, before you start feeling all sorry for me it was more or less mutual she just picked the time. Sex was great, and we had a lot of fun. I mean most guys would kill for the big titty goth girlfriend right? I just wasn't so much into her scene and she wasn't so into mine. Let's say we had slightly different impressions of what role play meant.\n\nStill, I liked her and Genevieve apparently liked me. So when we broke up she gave me the fleshlight and said that since we were no longer together she hoped \"Adriana\" would take care of my needs. I had blinked. Adriana St. Claire was my favorite actress. She starred in a bunch of adaptations of books and video games I really enjoyed. It didn't hurt that she was busty and smoking hot either. Of course when I looked bemused Genevieve had been quick to explain why she called the toy by that name.\n\nI'd always known Genevieve thought of herself as a witch, but this one was a bit beyond belief. According to my ex she had managed to get a hold of a strand of Adriana's hair and cast a spell linking the realistically moulded pussy to the \"actual\" Adriana St. Claire. Of course, I knew she might believe it but something like that couldn't actually happen right? So it had sat in a drawer unused until tonight.\n\n\"So Adriana, you've got a new movie coming out isn't that right?\" The interviewer was just one of many for the New Year's Eve bash but he was talking to my celebrity crush... live.. on national TV. \n\n\"Yeah, it's going to be super fun,\" Adriana replied even as I looked down at the toy in my hand. Was I really going to do this? She continued as I thought. \"I play a warrior princess from the desert nation of Tal'irikka and my costar is..\"\n\nI touched the toy, running my fingers over the fake pussy lips. As my skin touched the toy I felt it change. It was no longer fake, in fact it went from room temperature to warm before my fingers were halfway down. By the time I finished the stroke it just felt... So real. I glanced up at the screen.\n\n\"Are you cold?\" The interviewer asked as Adriana visibly shivered on screen. \n\n\"No just a little shiver is all,\" Adriana responded with a professional smile plastered on her gorgeous face. Times Square was usually cold this time of year, was it just a coincidence? She did have that gorgeous body wrapped up in a warm coat and all I could see was her silky brown hair hanging in wavy ringlets her almost ice blue eyes peeking out from the most beautiful face I could imagine. \n\nI slid my fingers over the toy again and this time it shifted and squirmed under my touch. Holy shit! I wasn't imaging this was I? On screen the beautiful actress had a momentary look of discomfort and surprise but quickly concealed it behind a mask of professionalism. Exploring I found the toy wasn't really wet, and as much as I wanted to just shove my cock in that wouldn't feel great. I could have grabbed some lube but that would have meant leaving the TV for a minute. Adriana and the interviewer were still talking and I couldn't afford to lose the time if I wanted to see if this was real.\n\nI brought the toy up to my face and ran my tongue along the slit, finding it warm and musky beneath my toogue. I blinked realizing this smelled just like a real woman.Adriana yelped and jumped on screen, looking around in surprise and suspicion. I blinked and licked again, this time exploring the folds of the labia with my tongue and teasing and caressing the clit with the tip of my tongue. \n\nOnce again, Adriana let out a shocked squeak and squirmed in her chair. Then she stood up and looked at the chair, even going so far as to run her hand across the seat.\n\n\"Is something wrong?\" The interviewer asked and looked concerned, watching Adriana's actions.\n\n\"N-no,\" The actress stammered and I teased the opening of the toy even more with my tongue and sucked briefly on the clit. On screen Adriana bit her lip before returning to her seat taking a moment before giving the host a strained smile. \"I... I just thought I felt something poking me, but I think I brushed it away.\"\n\nI chuckled, the toy was still warm and so soft and real feeling I didn't want to stop. I pushed my tongue into the hole on the toy gently, shocked to find the unmistakable taste of a woman on my tongue. If it wasn't connected to Adriana this was the most realistic toy I'd ever seen. But a low moan escaped the starlets face on screen and I smiled. She seems eager to end the interview, her answers were becoming more short and her attention was divided. \n\nGrinning I realized that between my spit and the lubrication that was now beginning to dampen the toy that it was time. My cock needed no second invitation. It had been hard ever since the actress had begun to react. Holding the toy in one hand and guiding my girth with the other I pushed. I let out a groan of pleasure as I sank deep into a warm wet tunnel. I had started to believe in Genevieve's magic before but now there was no doubt. I felt the all too real feeling of a warm wet cunt wrapped around my prick, pushing the toy down until I rested balls deep in the magnificent toy. \n\n\"Oh!\" Adriana let out a surprised little cry and as I looked up her face was a mixture of confusion and arousal. She squirmed in her seat as I started to pump the toy up and down on my cock. Even Adriana's amazing acting skills couldn't conceal her confusion as a phantom cock thrust in and out of her cunt, or mask the moans she tried to bite back as the interviewer caught on that something must be wrong. \n\nAdriana threw her head back and let out a deep husky groan of delight as I made sure the clit on the toy was stroked and teased as I enjoyed her warm wet depths. Honestly, the realization that I was actually fucking her was too much for me and even as the interviewer called for them to switch cameras I exploded inside the toy which moments later began to pulse and shudder around my length. Disappointed I didn't get to see her face as she came I was still too aroused to stop.\n\nI don't know what happened to Adriana as I fucked her pussy a second time but when I pumped her full of a second load I was done. I teased her clit and fingered her hole until she pulsed and came again. Then I slid out of the toy and set it aside as I recovered. When I went to clean up the toy later my cum and the juices that had oozed from it were gone. Blinking in surprise I shrugged and then ran my fingers over the opening slowly. The cold cool plastic suddenly began to flush with warmth and I grinned."
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"content": ">Author's Note: Contains dramatic irony, domination loss, drama and nonconsent. You have been warned.\n\nI had gone to my room, of course taking the letter with me. Half to not have anyone get an idea about messing with it, half to remind myself that this was real. My eyes looked lazily at it in the midst of my nightly work session. Beginning with August 24th, Questin Romero Grancés, having become of legal age, shall therefore be awarded as part of his duties and rights as a legal citizen, the full ownership of Vanessa Grancés - that was the gist of it. On one hand, that was going to be a weird birthday come tomorrow, and on the other hand, this was comeuppance on a cosmic scale for me. Vanessa had always had the upper hand. First to pick at every single thing, first to be believed when trouble arose, and of course, first to exploit that benefit. She jokingly called it the Bigger-Better Tax, when she took money I had saved, when she took snacks I had bought, when she tattled my private business to their parents, just to be overlooked herself.\n\nA knock broke away my reminiscence. I was hesitant to ask who was knocking, but in that hesitation the other side of the door answered. \"Open the fucking door, dumbass.\"\n\nI groaned. Of course she's gonna be saying something. \"The door is unlocked.\"\nShe stepped inside, though she didn't look like she just came over on a whim. Fully dressed in jeans and jacket, it looked like she was leaving. I eyed my desktop monitor. It was 23:56, far too late for any buses to still be driving.\n\nI looked back to her. She looked pissed. \"Listen up. I know that look. It is that look you have when you think you have something on me. Like when you thought you could tattle my school skipping to mom. Or when you got my friend's number. Let me remind you that neither of these harebrained plans of yours panned out. So, let me tell you - **once** - how tomorrow is gonna go. You will go downstairs, will have a good birthday, and when that inspector comes, you'll tell him that everything is fine. Then, you'll celebrate that eighteenth birthday in your room, and stay there. Understood?\"\n\nI noticed a quiver in her usually bossy tone. A fidgety nature. She was worried, wasn't she? Scared, even.\n\nShe grabbed me by the collar and lifted me up. \"I said: Understood?\"\n\nI don't know what gave me this calmness that I didn't flinch or worry. Maybe the feeling of carthasis combined with something that made her hold back. Suddenly, things clicked. \"Oh, there's an inspector coming around? Funny that.\"\n\nVanessa froze up. She grimaced. \"Mom told me some things, and as she did not tell them to you, you can believe she is on my side here. I can make things look like an accident, you better believe me, especially when mom-\"\n\n\"And how do you think mom knows about it?\" I said bluntly. \"How does mom know the procedure to the state-mandated slave protocol? Come on, take a guess.\"\n\n\"She...\" Finally, things clicked for her too. \"Dad's in on it?\"\n\n\"Mom is property, dad's property.\" I glanced at the monitor. 00:02. \"Take that jacket off.\"\n\n\"What?\" She stepped back. \"What the fuck you talk about.\"\n\n\"Come on, Vanessa. You are obvious. Let me paraphrase what your plan was: Try to scare the little boy into letting you skimp your duties. If he lets you, go to bed. If not, leave the house. Smart plan, wonder what dad would have done. Sadly, since about three minutes ago, you are property. My property. Take that jacket off.\"\n\nHer hands closed to fists. \"I'll skin you if you touch me.\"\n\n\"Oh, do that. If you do, it'll be a single day before you are arrested, and a week until your execution. What part of that letter did you not understand?\" I heard honking from outside. \"That's your... friend? I think he is honking in hopes of getting you out still. Of course, there are two things you missed. One, he is committing theft if he transports you without my direct permission starting August 24th. Second of all: You can't be so dense as to not get his intentions here.\"\n\n\"Don't fucking run your mouth.\"\n\n\"This isn't a chance thing, that you are property. This is law. Do you honestly think he didn't know you'd run into this dilemma sooner or later? He wants you, and unlike me, he'd be willing to skirt the law to own you. Say you leave, and I do not stop you. You get in his car. Your ID is invalid, your credit card is locked. You can't take a job, and if a landlord spots you, you're toast. Meanwhile, he has to work for two, has to shop for two, and needs to make sure nobody, and I mean nobody ever sees you. What would you need to offer him?\"\n\n\"...\" She remained silent, but evidently irate. I was badmouthing her sweetheart, her windshield, as she called him. But still, she hadn't exactly a counterpoint to say.\n\n\"This is an order. Tell me: What would you need to offer him to make him take all these risks?\" I stood up and closed the distance.\n\n\"..I'd have to stay with him, I guess.\"\n\n\"Hah!\" I prodded her on the tit, mostly just to rile her up. She didn't swat my finger away with her hand. \"He could get that from his slavegirl. He is older than me, wasn't he? He has someone he can do anything legal to. So, tell me: What do you think you would have to give him so this is worth risking it?\"\n\nShe clenched her fist harder. They trembled. Her eyes were shut. \"F-fuck you.\"\n\n\"Come on, you had ample opportunity to shatter everything I ever wished for. Tit for tat, dear sister.\" I prodded her again. \"Take the jacket off.\"\n\nShe hesitantly did, and dropped it on the floor. She took a step back, and was at the door again. \"I won't leave. I swear. Don't fucking push your luck.\"\n\nI walked over and closed the door, thus trapping her between me and the door. \"Au contraire. You were just trying to leave my room. And you are pushing yours. I didn't say \"Take off your jacket and leave\". I said \"Take off your jacket\", speaking of which: Take off your jeans.\"\n\nShe slapped me, the pain ringing through my cheeks, though I caught her hands afterwards, much to her surprise. She looked startled, like a fight-or-flight instinct had been pushed. \"Are you fucked in the head? I'm your sister!\"\n\nI shoved her against the door. \"You are **not** my sister, legally speaking. You are to me as a porn magazine is, to be used and discarded. And right now, you are very unruly.\"\n\n\"Fuck yes I'm unruly! If you order that once more, your big sister will report you to that inspector and you'll go to jail, weirdo!\" She was fuming, a little resistance betraying her remaining hope.\n\n\"Oh, and he'll listen to you because...? God, you are stupid. See, this is why you should go to school. So you learn to pay attention. Mom knows you are my property by now, and about all that jazz. Yet, she did not call someone over to let it be corrected, or took me aside to stop me. She, and bear with me here, told you, only you, that there is a inspector coming tomorrow that will check if you behave orderly. Why is that, hmm?\"\n\nShe was quiet now. No clenched fist, no words, no shuffling away or hollow threats. Only, after a moment of sniffling and whimpering, the sight of her, unbuttoning her jeans. She then took off her panties, her shirt, everything, until she even put aside her glasses. Her long, black hair, ruffled by now, and her darkened complexion gave her looks that were likely envied. A mere mutter came from her. \"I fucking hate you...\"\n\n\"Always so disobedient. I didn't say you should undress fully. Put that other stuff back on, only the jacket and jeans are off.\" I waited until she put them back on. \"Okay, good, you did as ordered. Now, take the rest off.\"\n\nShe tossed her glasses after me as she undressed again. \"Why do you do this!? You bastard...\"\n\n\"It is to teach you a lesson about obedience that apperently, no teacher and no friend - much less our parents - ever taught you. Lay down on the bed.\" As she laid down face first, I reprimanded her. \"Face up.\"\n\nI climbed on my bed, and atop her. If you ignored the completely ruined looks on her right now, and her hateful and shame-filled expression, she was quite the looker. Her bosom wasn't petite, rather bouncy and cushioned. Her skin was well-kempt and her nethers were shaved. I knew she wasn't a virgin anymore, and she exuded a sexual maturity that was both alluring as well as disappointing.\n\nI pulled down my pants and closely lined up my own cock with her nethers. Then, I thrusted in, my bare rod pushing into her, and even she couldn't help but stifle a reaction. She first tried to ignore me, to not give me satisfaction or thinking about what we were just doing. She tilted her head away and shut her eyes closed, as I partook in the goods she had to offer plenty of. I had previous sexual experience, but that was oriented about losing my virginity by means of prostitution, not the explorative indulging I could allow myself here. I suckled on her nipple, and though no milk came about, her reactions were stifled groans and moans that pleased me. I turned my gaze upwards, and leaned in for a kiss. Forcing myself atop her lips, I couldn't help but feel the slightest acidity on her lips, and her eyes stare at me in shock. \nAll the while I was thrusting to please my own, breathing heavily as I exerted myself. And after I seperated the kiss, Vanessa was gasping much the same, and thrusting back. She once again shut her eyes, but she held me close. And as I felt my release build and thrusted faster, she leaned in for a kiss too.\n\nI finished within her, shooting load after load into my sister's mound, and she trembled as I did. First, I thought she was about to scream, as I basked in my afterglow, but then she sighed much the same, and her eyes, previously forced shut, softened to a rest. I laid atop her, hugging her close as I let sleep overtake me."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: (Incest) Due to a national water shortage. It was advised all families conserve as much water as possible. Your mom too that to the tenth degree when she made you, her, and your sisters all use your one time bathtub at once. | [
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"content": "**EXTREME WEATHER ALERT**\n\nThere is a nationwide, *extreme* drought warning. Do your best to *preserve* water in any way possible. This means drink only as much as you need. Collect rainwater. Keep bathing to a minimum. This message will repeat.\n\n\n_\n\nThis was playing *all* day on the radio, for the past month. For just about everyone in the nation, this month has been *hell*. At first, hardly anyone took it seriously. My sisters and I sure didn't. We drank gallons of water straight from the tap, let our showers run long and hot, and watered the lawn like it was nothing. We thought absolutely nothing about preservation. This was about a week in, when suddenly the water *stopped*. \n\nMy mother, god bless her soul, was prepared for our ineptitude. She had gallons upon gallons saved in the basement, along with an industrial filter. She was as smart as she was frugal. She reused everything she could. If she made hot dogs, guess what became our soup? If she brushed her teeth, flushed the toilet, or took a shower, you know damn well that water was getting cycled through the filter to be what we drank. Any measly ration of H2O would find new life *somewhere* in the household.\n\nAfter a while though, water was too tight for even showers, however short we could make them. This is when mom finally decided individual showers were an *extreme* waste. \n\n\"We are all bathing together, no '*if, ands, or buts'*.\" She said sharply. \"I expect all three of you here at 7PM sharp for our family bathing session. My two sisters and I looked at each other in bewilderment. She was dead serious about this.\n\n-\n\nMom was the first to be in the bathroom. Eliza, mom, was a short, busty woman. Her bobbed blond hair sat at her shoulders. People would have described her as a 'karen' before the drought days, in looks at least. For her body, I'd honestly never paid attention to her curves until she was explicitly wrapped in nothing but a towel. In fact, all of us were wrapped in towels, mine on my waist, my two sisters around their chests. Patiently, she waited for us to remove them and step into the bath.\n\n\"It's my king size bath, so there will be *plenty* of room for all of us.\" she promised. \"This is for our own good. No need to be shy about any of this.\" Regardless of what mom said, it's not like *her* towel was off. It was obviously going to be awkward to take off our towels in front of each other, my sister's and I had never seen each other in anything smaller than a decent bathing suit, and our mother hadn't seen us since we were very small. Now that we were all mature, we had *real* bodies, bodies we were unsure of how to show to our own damn family. The four of us stood there, in our towels wondering who would be the first to go in. We did our best to avert eye contact with each other, awkwardly waiting for one of us to make a move. \n\n\"I'll do it, whatever.\" Clarie said. Clarie had long blond hair, and a tight, thin body. She was always a bit of a tease to the boys in school, so it wasn't that surprising when she was the first to get naked. \"Jack just *better* keep his eyes to himself.\" She sneered.\n\nClaire dropped her towel, her back facing me, as I got a quick flash of her tight little butt. She held her arms over her small chest as it dropped, and quickly dipped her whole body into the water. The ends of her hair floated on the water as she kept her arms to her chest, covering her breasts. The water only reached to the bottom of her tits, and her knees stuck out as she sat there. She sighed heavily. \n\n\"Well done Claire!\" Mom said, doing a little golf clap. \"However, everyone needs to get in before the water gets cold. Who's next?\"\n\nEmily adjusted her glasses and sighed. She took after mom a bit more as she was a bigger girl, a bit chubby. Her hair reached about mom's length, and her curves almost matched. Her chest was bigger than Claries by at least two cup sizes, though her bottom was where she was really gifted. She for sure had the biggest of the family. \"I'll- I'll go in next. Nothing we haven't seen before, right Claire?\" she said. \n\n\"Uhh, not for Jack.\" Claire replied in a huff. \"Eyes to yourself..!\"\n\nEmily moved her glasses to the side of the sink, then unwrapped her towel. I caught sight of her breasts, but my eyes couldn't help but move my eyes lower, transfixed on her fat ass walking into the tub. It jiggled with every little step.\n\nI'll be honest, I was *never* really interested in my sisters in any way. Sure, I understood they were attractive, but it never really hit me how I'd been living with two sexy girls under the same roof until seeing them bare naked. Now this drought almost seemed like a blessing.\n\n\"Well done Emily!\" Mom continued as she got into the tub. She also sits, her knees sticking out of the water, arms doing a worse job than Claire's to cover her breasts.\n\n\"So…\" Mom started. It *was* her idea for all of us to bathe together, she couldn't back out now. \"Mommy's turn.\" She tossed her towel to the side, exposing her body.\n\nMom was short and curvy. Her large breasts bounced as the towel came off, her tits easily bigger than both of my sisters. Like Emily, she had bright pink nipples and areolas. She had a bit of a belly, her crotch had some bush to it. Her behind was thick, a perfect fat ass. She fit the definition of MILF pretty accurately. \n\nI watched her butt sway as she walked to the bath and got in with my sisters. She was not being as modest as them, leaving her tits to hang freely and sink a bit into the warm water. There were now three closest women in my life, all naked in a bathtub waiting for me. I would have had a raging erection if it wasn’t still so awkward\n\n“Well Jack.” She spoke up. \"It's time to get in, the water's getting cold already.\n\nFuck.\n\n\"Uh- Oh. Okay mom.\" I say, my nerves now getting to me. It was great watching them undress, sure, but to do it myself… I take my hand to the wrapped towel.\n\nEmily's face flushed, embarrassed to have to see her brother's bare body. Claire on the other hand looks almost intrigued. I unwrap the towel, and drop it to the floor with the pile. I expose my softie hanging between my legs. I scratch the back of my head as I hear my sisters giggle a bit. Emily had her hands over her eyes, barely peeking. Though I noticed Claire and mom, their eyes transfixed on my hanging dick. I didn't want to say anything, but I think they liked what they saw.\n\n\"I- Okay, very good Jack.\" She says, finally breaking eye contact with my dick. \"Eh-hem. In the tub with us, we're going to start.\"\n\nI get into the warm bath water with the girls, getting myself comfortable. Even if the tub was large, fitting four people into it was a bit of a task. I sat next to my mom, our shoulders and thighs touching. I was directly across Emily, our legs bumping into each other. \n\n\"So- now what?\" I asked. \n\n\"We wash ourselves silly. Did you forget why we're sharing this tub?\" Mom said. She began to wash herself, taking some soap and scrubbing herself down. She rubbed her chest, then lifted one of her heavy tits and started to clean underneath, then the next.\nHer elbow bumped into my shoulder a bit, space was really tight. \n\nClaire did the same, getting some soap and rubbing the back of her neck. I got a good look at her small tits. She had cute little nipples, everything on her chest was smaller than Emily and Mom. She noticed me peeking, crossing her arms. \"Perv! Don't fucking look at me!\"\n\nEmily laughed nervously a bit. \"It's going to be hard not to look at each other Claire… We're all naked here, don't focus too much on it…\"\n\nClaire huffed and puffed, but went back to washing herself, her elbow bumping into Emily. \"Watch it please!\"\n\nEmily started next, taking some warm soapy water and pouring it over her chest and tits. She glanced at me as she squeezed one of her big boobs, she knew I couldn't help looking at them. From her I caught a sneaky little smile on her flushed cheeks.\n\n\"Okay, I need to wash my- uh, myself down there.\" Emily said. \"I'm going to get up for a second.\"\n\nShe gripped the side of the bathtub and slowly lifted herself up, her whole body out of the bath now. Her big ass was right next to my head now, her wet butt cheek almost touching my face. My head turned, getting a good look. Fuck, it was big. \"Excuse me Jack, I need to do this real quick.\" She put one of her legs up on the rim of the bathtub to spread herself a bit, her butt turning to face me directly. I caught a good look at her asshole and pussy, both pretty and pink. She leaned back a little, her fat behind bumping directly into my face. \"Oh, fuck sorry Jack. Space is so tight… C-can you back up a bit?\"\n\n\"No he can't, there's hardly any space!\" Claire complained. \"How are we supposed to actually bathe like this? Emily can hardly wash her cooch without smothering Jack.\"\n\nEmily sat back into the water, flushed. \"S-sorry Jack.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A holy priestesses body is the most pure thing out there. Capable of curing afflictions, wounds, ailing souls, even exercising undead. Of course the only way to do that is to have the souls in need cum inside her. Or to baptize them in her squi—-“holy water” | [
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"content": "\"Forgive me Mother, for I have sinned.\"\n\nThe man was a gangly pole of thing, scraggly hair crowning his head. His elfish face was screwed up in repentance and he dared not meet the priestess's eyes. Not that he could, for she was turned away from the blubbering wretch.\n\nSister Elizabeth stood impassively by listening to his pleading.\n\n\"I have taken money from the tithe plate- I know it was wrong, but I needed the money!\"\n\nHe did not see the quick flash of pass over her face, though if he had, the man would not have survived. The world renowned priestess was not quick anger, however few things made her blood boil quite like stealing from the church.\n\nElizabeth spun on the man, causing the hem of her habit to flare ominously. The crying man planted his nose in the ground, stammering over himself for forgiveness and to stay her wrath. He dared not challenge her gaze, for it may be his last act in this life.\n\n\"Please Mother, forgive me. I know it was wrong and I will pay back all the money I stole,\" he went on.\n\nWith a deep breath, Elizabeth intoned, \"Raise your head and look upon me.\"\n\nObediently, the man's head rose to meet her gaze and see her form. Sister Elizabeth wore a grey wool habit and cowl that covered nearly all of her bountiful form, save one thing: her impressive chest. The wretch's breath caught as he stared at the woman's form.\n\n\"You will look me in the *eye* when I speak to you!\" The priestess bellowed.\n\n\"Yes, Sister Elizabeth!\"\n\nThis regal woman stood a full foot taller than the man, and with him knelt before her she cut an imposing figure looming over him. \"There is but one thing you can do to absolve your sins and earn repentance.\"\n\nElizabeth tugged on the tie holding her habit closed and the whole article fell away from her, leaving the cowl and revealing her curvaceous form. Her body was toned with not a single scrap of fat out of place and nary a blemish in sight. and her skin glowed with radiant light. She was perfect in every way.\n\n\"The only way to repent is to partake of me to satisfaction. If the goddess accepts your apology, she will speak through me in the language of pleasure. Now, take your spot before me and begin.\"\n\nThe man, barely a boy of 19, had never been with a woman before let alone given one pleasure like this. Nervous, he knelt in front of the imposing priestess bringing his face level with her sex. A small patch of white fur topped her immaculate entrance, and the smell that greeted him was intoxicating.\n\nHad this been what he was missing out on?\n\nNo time to think, the priestess would grow wrathful if he didn't do as instructed. Hesitant, he brought his tongue to her folds and tasted her. She was sweet, like the clove honey his dad produced on their farm. \n\nA light shudder ran through Elizabeth, but otherwise she gave no reaction. Egged on by the need for forgiveness, he began his penance.\n\nLick by lick, he partook of the priestess, feeling his resolve steel and solidify. Each pass of his tongue over her lips and sensitive bud were like lightning shooting through her body, but she would not pass judgement until her goddess approved.\n\nOn and on he worked, stoically taking on his task with the iron will of a man who knew he had to be better.\n\nTaste after taste, stroke after stroke, his resolve grew and soon he was buried his deep into his work, plying the soft flesh of her mound like an eager babe suckling at the mother's teat.\n\nAnd still, the priestess did not react though internally it was all she could to not moan in delight. She was human after all.\n\nAnd then came time for judgement. His penance built in strength until he took in her entire slit in one lap of the tongue. She could barely handle the coming storm.\n\nThe priestess held back as long as she could until the sign came from her goddess. *Forgiveness*\n\nHaving heard her goddess speak at last, the priestess allowed herself to give into the pleasure she was receiving.\n\nIn a spasm of ecstasy and pleasure, she doused the man in her holy waters, baptizing him in her pleasure. As the juice of her orgasm washed over him, he spoke a small prayer to their goddess in thanks and resolving to never to wrong by her again.\n\nHow Elizabeth manage to stay standing was beyond them, but through huffs and ragged breathing, she said, \"The Goddess has spoken.\"\n\nAnd the man smiled with joy. He was forgiven."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Whenever her body was exposed to cum, she transformed slightly more into her partner's ideal mate... | [
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"content": "Rachel's soft tongue curled slowly up the muscly girth of Brett's thoroughly erect cock. It moved over the thick, pulsing veins of the throbbing member until it crested over the swollen head already oozing with precum. Brett groaned softly, \"Oh fuck...\" \n\nThere was a twinkle in Rachel's eye as her tongue tasted the first sampling of the man's juices. As her tongue made contact with the sticky fluid, the curly brown hair flowing down Rachel's bare back turned noticeably redder. She closed her lips around Brett's fat and and sucked. A faint \"pop\" of her lips later and a bit more of his pre oozed into her mouth. Rachel's breast swelled, filling and stretching her modestly sized black bra, the only piece of clothing she was still wearing. Behind her, Rachel's bare ass swelled slightly as well, each cheeking plumping out just a bit as just a bit of Brett's cum slid down her throat.\n\nAlso behind Rachel, two other male hands took her firmly by the hips and Connor's naked, athletic body pressed close behind her. Another impressive, steel hard rod found its way towards Rachel's body. As Connor's manhood penetrated the lips of Rachel's soaking pussy from behind, her hair turned from red to blond. Her stomach tensed and narrowed, what little fat there was vanished and was replaced by tone abs. Her previously plumping ass cheeks slimmed to tight, round bun's of steel as Connor's precum snuck inside her. \n\nRachel's eyes turned green as she look temptingly up at Brett's his cock now well inside her throat, her tongue swirling around his almost terrifying girth. \"Shit...\" Brett breathed again, and Rachel's ass started to swell again, only to shrink as Connor started to fuck her from behind. \n\nRachel removed the fat cock from her mouth, swirly her tongue thoroughly around its head and lapped what juices were there into her throat. Her breasts swelled even more as her eyes turned blue. Her ass grew and her now huge tits threatened to burst from her bra. \"Care to help me with this?\" she gestured to her only garment, thumbing the strap of her bra. \n\n\"Gladly,\" Brett purred as Connor grunted, moving his hips slightly harder. As Brett unhooked her bra, Rachel let out a loud \"Ahhhh!\" of pleasure as Connor appeared to have hit the perfect spot. 'FuCK!\" she exclaimed, turning behind her to see the tightest ass that ever walked the earth being taken enthusastically by Connor. \"Fuck yes...\" she groaned, as Brett pulled her bra away, letting two huge tits bounce free.\n\nA momently later, Brett's manhood was back down her throat as she sucked like a woman obsessed. Connor's deep grunts filled the room and Rachel moaned with a very full mouth. Her hair and eyes changed color by the second. The size of her ass shrunk and swelled with each of Connor's thrust's and each time Rachel's tongue passed over Brett's throbbing head. Apparently both men preferred larger breasts as Rachel's bosom bounced wildly with her wild sucking. \n\nBrett was first to cum. Rachel clamped her lips around his girth and suck with all her focusing, taking all his load down her throat. Her breasts swelled even more and her ass would make Kim Kardashian's look petite. But then Connor let out a roar of release as he erupted his own load deep into that titantic rear. It shrunk by the second and tightened in a moment so that it was fitter than a professional kick boxer's. As the two men came, Rachel's hand shifted by the millisecond between blonde and red and her eyes were a rainbow.\n\n\"Fuck...\" she panted, exhausted. Both men pulled back, also panting. Rachel leaned back on her now fit and moved her fingers to her well fucked womanhood. It was time to change her back to her own favorite self..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Unbeknownst to either of them, the new body wash that a catgirl's friend is using contains a shockingly large amount of catnip... | [
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"content": "Claire glanced nervously at all the cars in the front yard as their small group walked to the front door. The loud sound of music and conversation muffled through the walls.\r \n“I forgot my ID at home, I should-”\r \n“Oh no you don’t Clair, we’re getting you out of the dorm. You can’t study all year, you will go insane.” said Sarah as she tousled her hair out.\r \n“I’ve just… I’m not good around groups.”\r \n“You’re fine around Simon.”\r \n“He is a good study partner.” said Clair with a blush.\r \n“Study huh… well he is here so you two can go ‘study’ if you get nervous. You should let your hair down… not figuratively, what is this?” said Sarah gesturing to Clair’s… everything.\r \nClaire tried to keep the affront off her face but a twitching ear gave her away. She stood grumbling while Sarah knocked on the door. Claire liked ponytails, they were functional and prevented distractions. Claire ran a stray lock of hair behind her ear and composed herself as the door opened to reveal John from her zoology lectures. His eyes were unfocussed and she saw them dilate when he looked at Clair’s chest. She blushed and pulled her coat closed slightly… Why was she here?\r \nThe lounge had a dozen guys critiquing one who was playing on a console and explaining the game to 3 bored women, the kitchen was 3 tall football players dumping cases of beer on the counter and loading them into eskys, she didn’t know if they actually played football, they just seemed the type. The… second lounge room? It was a group of stoners watching cartoons… she didn’t fit in with any of these groups. Sarah led Clair outside into the backyard where the music was more subdued and a group sat in a large circle using everything from chairs to pot plants as seats. Claire caught Simon’s eyes and smiled, returning his wave. She tried to keep her feelings in check. Her instincts usually tried to wrestle control away from her around him but she kept a lid on it so she could focus on his mind.\r \nA far more dignified pursuit, she thought as she glanced at a couple making out and groping each other in the garden.\r \nSimon shuffled to the side of a 2 seater couch offering a narrow space for her to sit. Claire made her way over and squeezed down between him and a woman who was nose to nose with a guy, whispering to him and blushing. Claire tried to look away from all the public affection lest she start blushing too, she looked up to meet Simon’s eyes.\r \n“H-hi.”\r \n“Good to see you out of your room, I didn’t think this was your thing.”\r \nClairs heart raced, it usually did around Simon but this was at a new level.\r \n“It isn’t usually…” she started, catching Sarah’s meaningful glance. “B-but I’m trying something new.”\r \n“Good for you.” he said, offering her a sip of his beer.\r \nClaire shook her head, her lips grazing close to his neck as she inhaled his intoxicating scent. She couldn’t escape it, sitting this close.\r \n“Did you just smell me?”\r \nClaire shook her head and backed away while her cheeks felt like they were on fire. She couldn’t catch her breath. Her heart raced like a hummingbird. Simon seemed to pick up on it and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her into his chest.\r \n“You can, you’re trying new things and that’s good.”\r \nClaire leaned into him, she was barely able to meet his gaze as her thighs pressed firmly together, almost crushing her balled up fist that tucked the skirt down between them. She couldn’t control herself this close to him. She kissed his neck sending a tingle through her lips, it rippled down her body driving her wild.\r \n“Are you ok?” asked Simon.\r \n“I’m … not sure.” she mused, sliding a hand into his jacket, she was already almost on top of him but she wanted… needed to be closer. Her lips hovered over his clavicle as she breathed deeply, her lips nibbling on his collar before the urge became too strong and she firmly nuzzled into his neck, rubbing her scent over him and feeling the rush as she claimed him. Simon put his beer down, he understood the gesture, anyone in zoology would have.\r \n“I didn’t know you felt that way.” he said.\r \nClaire would have been mortified, should have been, but she didn’t care right now. She angled herself toward him, her leg pushing onto his lap to feel him against her inner thigh.\r \n“I… oh my god I need you.” she whispered into his ear before kissing and tugging on his earlobe with her lips. She squeeked a high sound and started to straddle his hips before his hands firmly held her waist, holding it at bay. She nuzzled and kissed his neck and he talked past her, she didn’t bother listening. Her fingers running into his hair and kissing along his jawline. Simon nodded and started to rise, Claire pushed him back into the seat. His eyes locked with hers as she pressed herself down against growing hardness in his pants, her skirt laying across his lap so only her dampening underwear was between her and his pants as she stroked herself up his length."
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"content": "Milk\n\n\nMoney was tight for Erin. Rent was coming due but her friend Cassie had a solution. \"So you want me to film a video with you?\" Erin asked.\n\n\n\"Well…\" Cassie said nervously. \"It's a fetish video. People pay good money for videos of a smaller girl sucking on a holstaur's tits.\"\n\n\n\"Really?\" Erin looked at her with surprise. \"So like a porn?\"\n\n\n\"Well we don't need to have sex. In fact some customers prefer that it is not included.\" Cassie blushed. \"I give girls a few hundred to do a video.\"\n\n\nErin couldn't help but stare at the holstaur girl's massive breasts while she thought it over. \"Okay.\"\n\n\nErin was even less confident when the camera guy got there. \"So just put this on and then tell Cassie that it is time for her milking.\" The cameraman handed her a set of overalls and a straw cowboy hat.\n\n\n\"Just the overalls, or can I wear my sports bra underneath?\" Erin asked.\n\n\n\"Um… take off your shirt and let me see the bra.\" He said and she nervously obeyed. \"Yeah. It goes with a more modest anesthetic. In fact with your smaller tits you can keep that white shirt on too. It gives you a real country girl look.\" \n\n\nThe comment made her self conscious of her small tits. Not to mention in these overalls her meatier ass wouldn't stand out. Once she was ready she put her curly dark brown hair in a ponytail. She walked into the room when the cameraman called her. \n\n\nThe camera was rolling and Cassie was there lounging while wearing a flimsy bikini with a black and white cow pattern and her fuzzy bovine legs on display. Erin was at a loss for a moment. \"It's time for your milking.\"\n\n\n\"Finally, they are just too full.\" Cassie said, squeezing her heavy tits and Erin had to suppress a giggle. Erin had never thought of a girl sexually but the idea that she would be spending the next several minutes sucking on her good friend's breasts made her feel funny.\n\n\nCassie smiled back mischievously as her floppy ear twitched among her black and white pixie cut. Erin leaned her shaking hands forward and undid her bikini top. The heavy tits rolled out and Erin felt like she may have looked a little too surprised.\n\n\nA gentle pinch of the nipple produced a drop of milk. Erin took off the ridiculous straw hat and leaned forward to taste it. \"Oh god.\" She moaned before taking the nipple in her mouth. Erin felt like a baby suckling from her mom. Cassie placed a gentle hand at the back of her head. \n\n\nErin didn't realize she was rubbing herself over her overalls. Her hands started to roam Cassie's bigger curvier body. They were both surprised when her hand slid in the cowgirl's bikini bottom. Between the hungry mouth on her tit and the nimble hand in her bottoms, Cassie began to let out groans that almost sounded like moos. \n\n\nErin was so busy sucking and rubbing that she was utterly surprised when Cassie started to cum. She pulled back, wiped the milk from her mouth, and watched her friend convulse. \n\n\nThe cameraman called it a wrap and packed up soon after. This left the two women alone in the studio. Erin didn't really know what to say to her good friend after seeing her like that. The taste of her milk still coating her mouth.\n\n\n\"You did great, Erin.\" Cassie said with a smile as she handed her a stack of cash.\n\n\n\"Wow...I didn't even have to get naked.\" Erin said.\n\n\n\"You sound disappointed.\" Cassie said, stepping closer. Erin could feel her body heat. They were so close. She couldn't believe she was thinking about her good friend like this. Erin looked up at the bikini clad houlstar with a growing lust. \n\n\nCassie reached up and unsnapped one bottom of Erin's overalls and then the other. The smaller woman quivered in anticipation as Cassie slowly undressed her. Erin's breathing got heavy. After her shirt, bra, and panties were gone Cassie caressed one of Erin's smaller breasts. Then she squeezed the thick nipple that capped it. The human woman's pussy dripped with moisture.\n\n\n\"Tell me what you want.\" Cassie said firmly.\n\n\nThe words did not come easily. Erin had never felt like this with a woman before. \"I… want… you to eat me out and suck my nipples.\" \n\n\nCassie placed a hand on either side of Erin's face and gave her a deep kiss. \"After that I will teach you how to eat pussy.\"\n\n\nErin could believe what was happening. She started the day out just wanting to make some extra cash and now she was being ravaged by a horny cowgirl that was just a friend an hour ago. Erin's moans filled the studio while Cassie ate her out and Erin wondered how much this would change their friendship. Regardless, Erin needed more of Cassie and nearly begged to eat the cowgirl out.\n\n\nThe future was nowhere near certain but Erin was sure it would be interesting."
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"content": "Aoir softly tapped her forehead against the wooden table.\n\nGods damn it all! The olive skinned mercenary repressed her urge to commit a violence on something, if only because everything in this place looked expensive.\n\nIt was supposed to be the most simple thing imaginable. Get on a boat. The boat is owned by a major Elven royal family. The, even. Escort the princess until she arrives to her arranged marriage. \n\nShe'd rolled out of bed, equipped her set of half plate, bought a few flotation charms, and walked onto the boat. And then she laid eyes on the princess...\n\n..oh no she's hot.\n\n\"Gaaaah!\" Aior's fists fell upon the table with a clack. She was pretty sure this was illegal! Fuck, if she did anything there wasn't any chance Inasa would even *return* her feelings, let alone what might happen at the other end!\n\nAoir sat there for a while, trying t0 figure out a plan. As it turned out, fate decided for her.\n\nThe door creaked open, and Aoir looked up. \"Oh, I-\" \n\n...oh fuck that was a naked princess. \"AUGH! Wait shi-\" \n\nAoir practically fell out of her chair, tipping over onto one leg briefly. \n\nThe fine wood not being made to suffer the weight of a fully armored human tipping back on it, well this basically guaranteed it would shatter. And when she fell, it was upon the seat. \n\n\"AIEEEEE!\" \n\n===\n\nInasa was almost crying even as she plucked splinters and healed lacerations with magic. \"I-I'm so sorry, I-\" \nAoir responded with a flippant wave of her hand. as she lay on the bed. \"Mehh, 's all good, prolly shouldn't have been here, given you uh, just came outta the shower 'n all that.\" \nShe paused for a moment. \n\n\"Actually, uhh, do I gotta, y'know, pay for the chair?\" Aoir heard an almost musical sound, reminiscent of bells more than anything. It spilled into a simple repeating song, and she twisted around to see the elven princess bent almost double, laughing heartily.\n\n\"Ahahaha-ha Y-you really think you'd need-pfft!\" She held up a hand and tried to stop before she descended into helpless laughter again. \n\n\"...it wasn't that funny... And actually, do I have to replace the chair?\" Aoir gave the princess her most deadpan look, the edges of her lips wiggling as they threatened to break into laughter as well.\n\n\"N-no, you don't, aha!\\~ Ahh... Humans. Really now, I should be apologizing, you were the one hurt, and the first thing you worry about is if you have to replace the chair you broke!\" \n\n\"...I mean...\" The mercenary shrugged sheepishly. \n\n\"I-in any case... Ahem.\" Inasa cleared her throat and resumed a more familiar bearing. \"After this, I think we are even.\"\n\nAoir tilted her head, confused. \"...what for?\" \n\nA mischievous grin spread across the elf's face. \"You saw me naked, I saw you... partly naked. Close enough.\" Aoir went red. \n\n\"I, uhh...\" Fuck it. Might as well. \"...so I think I might like you...?\" \n\n...brilliant. wow, Aoir, fucking... *amazing job.* \n\nInasa raised an eyebrow. \"One, I knew already. I could see those glances you snuck at me. Two, you won me fifty dron. Three...\" She snapped her fingers, and buckles undid themselves. \n\n\"It's fine. Just like you.\""
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"content": "Content warning: Some dubcon, noncon scenes in the comments following this part. \n\n\nShe’d made a mistake. A costly, dire mistake. Her plea in the night to a passing mercenary – save me from the dragon, and I will do anything you want – she’d never imagined this outcome. \n\r \nIt had been a shot in the dark, a last hurrah sort of thing, her last hope in escaping the tyrant clutches of the crimson drake who had kept her prisoner for a decade, now. The dragon’s presence had always been the one thing keeping her trapped—his hunger was endless, and any time he saw her he slavered with a lust that frightened her to her core. She hid in the tower, where his size was too great to fit, and she hoped that someday she would be freed from his clutches. \n\r \nBack then, she had believed that anything was preferable to the dragon and her captivity. She’d been naïve. \n\r \nThe knight had not saved her. He’d seen the dragon waiting at the base of the tower, resting with his body across the doorway. He had seen the corpses of the failed heroes, the ones who had less sense than he. So, he had fled, but he had spread her plea as he had gone. Save me from the dragon, and I’ll do whatever you want. \n\r \nHumans, at their core, are greedy, though, and she should have known that if she gave her word, someone would eventually come to collect. Not out of the goodness of their hearts, no, she had been in this tower far too long for it to be that. They were here for the payment. \r \n\n\nThey came for her. \n\r \nThe first were failures. The dragon devoured them with the same ravenous hunger that he had always possessed. But more had come, and more. Some multiple on the same day, some multiple in one group. The dragon began to notice that something was amiss, and more than once she caught his gaze lingering on her towering, his reptilian gaze curious, and angry.\r \n\n\nShe shied away from the windows and listened as the adventurers came. And died. \r \n\n\nAfter a few weeks, the adventurers stopped coming, and routine settled in once more. Her last shot, her last hope—failed. And now the dragon’s ire and suspicion were on her, creating more danger than ever before. She’d erred, magnificently. \r \n\n\nShe was in the rooftop garden when, again, she heard the beginnings of a challenge. Shouts echoed from the courtyard below, and the roar of the dragon that was now so familiar. A sigh slipped from her, and she rose from where she knelt, brushing the soil from her thin cotton gown. The dragon never bothered her up here, oddly, only if she attempted to leave on foot. This was where her life was—her garden, her coop, her freshwater. If he ever decided to be cruel, he could simply starve her out.\r \n\n\nHe hadn’t. Yet.\r \n\n\nHer curiosity brought her to the battlements, to peer over the massive stone barriers that protected her tower. towards the red-scaled monster who guarded her home and the small army of men that accosted him. It was indeed a small army, there was no other way to describe the small band of men that stood in a hexagonal shape, their shields aimed towards the dragon to thwart the bursts of flame that he bellowed towards them. \r \n\n\nIt was the first time she had ever seen someone present strategy towards the beast, and she found herself enraptured by the scene playing out below. The vegetables she’d pulled from her garden lay forgotten by her feet, and she stood on her tiptoes, breath held as she watched every move of the men and monster in the courtyard. It was like a dance, the dragon striking, then the men, then vice versa. \r \n\n\nThe fight went on longer than she had ever seen any. The sides were evenly matched, but the dragon tired, whereas the men would take breaks, allowing a small group to rest and then return to the fight so that their strength never waned for long. She saw as the tide began to turn, and the dragon began to fail.\r \n\n\nShe was surprised by how fearful she was for the beast. A decade had passed since she had first arrived at the castle that was to be her prison - drugged and dragged into the tower in the dead of night by her father. \r \n\n\nAbandoned.\r \n\n\nShe had woken to a beautiful dawn, and a fearsome golden eye staring at her from the tower window. She had never forgotten the intelligence in that gaze, the covetous hunger that the beast seemed to hold for her. From that moment on she had not left her cage, guarded by the red-scaled warden.\r \n\n\nGoosebumps raised on her arms, and an uncomfortable heat rushed through her. With a start, she realized that the golden gaze of the dragon was on her now, his head turned upwards as he realized that his battle was being observed. The small army of fighters had backed off for a moment, granting the drake a brief reprieve. Fighting the urge to shrink back behind the wall, she met his gaze with pale-blue defiance. \r \n\n\nWith a shout from the mercenaries the battle resumed, and his golden gaze turned away, distracted by his adversaries once more. She pulled back, startled to realize that she had been holding her breath, and she now sucked in a shuddering breath, her heart hammering heavily in her chest. She could almost imagine his claws wrapping around her throat, holding her still and silent. The dragon had ceased breathing fire, and she knew he neared exhaustion. \r \n\n\nThe battle had slipped from a curiosity to a fear—the dragon’s eyes occasionally strayed to the battlements where she watched, keeping her in check. But he was tiring. Slowly but surely the twelve-man army was pushing him back, forcing him into a corner of the courtyard. \r \n\n\nFor the first time, the possibility of freedom seemed to loom.\r \n\n\nWait, not twelve. Her eyes roamed over the figures below, a frown forming on her lips. Nine? She’d been certain there’d been twelve at first, she’d counted the shields from above when they had been fending off the drake’s flames. Where had the others gone?\r \n\n\nA clatter from the lower battlements drew her attention, and her eyes widened as she saw the missing trio approaching, carrying a heavy metal net between themselves. They were armored, wearing thick metal plate, and had swords strapped to their hips. On their back were the scorched shields they had used to divert the dragonfire. One noticed her staring and pointed her out to the others. Unease crawled over her as they gestured, too far for her to hear what they said, before they continued their mission.\r \n\n\nThey were climbing over the dragon.\r \n\n\nRealizing what they intended to do, she had to catch herself as a warning started to form in her throat. She choked it off, wondering at her sudden madness. They were coming to save her, finally! Her offer to the knight rose to memory, sudden and unbidden: Save me from the dragon, and I’ll do whatever you want. A chill crept over her, and she wondered if they, too, had come to claim the prize.\r \n\n\n“Drake! Look out!” The cry burst from her lips, no longer held back by her hope of what might come, but instead spurred by her fear of what loomed in the near future. The dragon’s head jerked around, looking towards her with surprise, but only just in time to witness the massive metal net falling from the battlements towards him. He let out a screech of rage, but he was helpless as the metal collapsed over him. \r \n\n\nThe nine remaining knights sought to rush in, certainly hoping to place a killing blow, but a wall of flames erupted from the maw of the trapped dragon, holding back his attackers. Each time they tried to storm forward he would bellow out more fire, keeping back his enemies for just long enough to keep his life. He wouldn’t last long, but he didn’t need to.\r \n\n\nThe knights were tired of waiting for their prize. \n\n\n\\--\n\n\r \nPart two coming in a separate comment."
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"content": "Wendy looked up and down the street as she pressed the lock button on her key fob to lock her doors. It looked all more or less the same as the street view Google had, except this house. It was probably the same color, and definitely the same style, but as though years of age had been peeled back. Flowers lined the walkway, and she held her bag close to her hip as she walked past them, up onto the porch. She brushed her hair out of her face, checked her breath, then pressed the doorbell.\n\nA man who looked roughly the same as the most recent picture she'd found on his social media answered, his eyebrows raised nearly to his hairline. \"Oh! I didn't think you were going to actually come! It's nice to meet you in person, of course, and I'm really glad you did. Come here, I mean.\" When she stepped forward to shake his hand, he shuffled back slightly, misreading her. \"Whoops, let me just slide out of the way, come on in!\"\n\nShe entered, keeping a bit of distance between her and him. She looked around as she walked through the living room, noting that the style was dated but well cared for, at least. There didn't seem to be any dirt or stains, and that put her at ease some. She set her bag down on one side of the sofa, then turned back towards the door. \"Alright, Br--\" His name died on her lips, along with her train of thought, when she noticed the silhouette bobbing in the air next to him. It was misty and a dark grey, but decidedly human-like. She slammed her mouth shut, swallowing her scream, and instead sank back onto the sofa, her legs gone to jelly.\n\nBrad ducked his head slightly, blushing. \"Sorry, Miss Wendy, this is my girlfriend, Min.\" He put his hand against the shape, around where a lower back would be, careful to not touch it because his hand would slide right through her. \"I told you all about this in my email...\" he mumbled, clearly flustered.\n\nWendy nodded dumbly, staring at the figure. She'd seen the picture attached to the email, but she'd assumed he wanted her to wear a wig to match this woman, answer to her name, not literally be possessed. She Grabbed her bag, holding it close, and looked between the man and the ghost. \"That's... a lot.\"\n\nHe nodded, slow and slightly sad movements. \"That's what they've all said, honestly.\" He dropped into an armchair across from her, his head hung low. The thunk of something being dropped on the table between them got him to look up, and a ouija board was set so Wendy could read it easier.\n\nA ring was on top of it, the silhouette holding it with her fingertips. It slid, as Wendy watched, to spell out \"P-L-E-A-S-E\", paused, then moved to \"H-E-L-P\".\n\nWendy blinked, then moved slightly closer. \"I'm not sure,\" she muttered, sitting on the edge of her seat. \"How do I know you won't just hijack my body forever? Or that you're not a demon who'll eat my soul?\"\n\nThe ring slid to \"P-R-O-M-I-S-E,\" and Wendy sighed. \"What do I do?\" She asked Brad, who had been sitting nearly silently throughout the whole thing.\n\n\"Just... put on the ring. It's tied to her spirit, from what I understand.\" He scratched the back of his neck, nerves getting the better of him. \"I've got holy water over there and a priest on speed dial, if that makes you feel any better.\"\n\nWendy shook her head, holding the ring pinched between her thumb and index fingers. It was good money for an overnight stay, but it was gambling with her soul. She slid the ring on after a minute of debate, feeling it like a cold silk wrapping around her whole body, starting from her ring finger. She sat up straighter, closed her knees more, and felt her face break out in a smile without her input. It was certainly the oddest experience she'd had.\n\nMin let the bag on her lap fall to the ground, springing up. Brad jumped up as well, and their lips nearly slammed together, getting to share their first actual kiss. He held her face, Wendy's face, and only let go once Min was giggling enough to not be able to continue. \"Oh, gosh, I can't believe it! We've been waiting so long!\" She buried her face into his shoulder, giggling still.\n\nHe held her close, smiling down at her like she was perfect, until the logistics came to mind. \"Wait, is she like, awake in there?\"\n\nMin nodded, pulling away slowly. \"I can hear her, she's a little confused but otherwise, she seems excited for us.\" She squatted down, picking up Wendy's bag, then peeked inside. \"Oh, I didn't realize she brought things for me!\" She pointed toward the back bedroom, then put on the most demanding voice she could in Wendy's body. \"I'm going to surprise you, now go to the room and wait for me!\"\n\nHe nodded enthusiastically, rushing off ahead and nearly tripping over the rug in his haste.\n\n--\n\nMin set the bag down on the closed toilet seat, pulling out each item one by one. Fresh lingerie, a vintage dress, a long wig to cover up Wendy's boyish pixie cut, and a makeup bag. She started by stripping off the sweater and camisole Wendy had put on, examining her borrowed body. Wendy wasn't a perfect ringer for Min, but it was close enough it didn't make her feel uncomfortable. She left Wendy's little shorts on the floor as she stepped out of them, her heels abandoned in the hallway, and then paused. She was about to remove another woman's undergarments, not her own, and she felt a twinge of guilt.\n\n\"Miss Wendy?\"\n\n\"Yes?\"\n\n\"Is this okay?\"\n\nMin could hear the sigh in her own head, then she could sense the small nod. \"Yeah, it's just a little weird. Not every day you get possessed, y'know?\"\n\nMin giggled, undoing the clasp on the bra. She let it fall with the shorts, then pulled down the tiny bit of fabric Wendy called underwear. She was bare but for her glasses, and the feeling of air on her skin had her smiling. \"Thank you, Wendy,\" she thought.\n\nWendy watched through her own eyes as Min raked her nails over her skin, just marveling at the sensation of having a body again. \"Are we getting dressed, or do you want to take my body for a quick solo spin?\"\n\nMin hesitated, then one hand slid down between her legs. At the touch of contact to her borrowed clit, she stumbled slightly, her cheeks going red immediately. \"Oh!\" she said aloud, moving her fingers faster. Her other hand moved up to one of her hard nipples, pinching and rolling it. It wasn't exactly what she liked when she'd dared to explore her body before, but being in Wendy's body, a little bit of roughness with these nipples definitely helped.\n\nShe rolled her hips against her hand, bringing herself to her first orgasm in decades. She bit her lip, trying to stay quiet even as pleasure flowed through her borrowed body, but Wendy could hear every scream of pleasure and she was feeling like this might've been a good idea.\n\n--\n\nMin brushed her nails through the wig, already cut to the style she'd always worn her hair in, and straightened the skirt of her dress again. It was a little tighter than she was comfortable with, but if Wendy was right, it'd be off quickly anyway. She picked up Wendy's clothes, setting them into her now empty bag, and brought it back out to the living room. She sat it next to the couch, then slipped the heels back on. They also weren't her style, but Wendy was confident in walking in them and that was enough for her. She paused at the door, then twisted the knob, letting herself in to the room her and Brad shared.\n\nHe was laid out on the bed, his hand idly tracing the bulge in his pants, but he stopped when he saw her. He crossed the room in two long strides, his jaw falling slack. \"Oh, wow, Min, you look amazing!\"\n\nShe smiled demurely, looking down and fluttering her lashes. \"Thank you, Brad, I feel very pretty.\" She looked up towards him, to his lips, and licked her own. He kissed her, pressing her back against the wall next to the door, until they were both breathless. \"Please,\" she breathed, not sure what she was asking for.\n\nHe took her hand, pulling her to the bed, then sat her down. He dropped to his knees, his hands on hers. \"Before we start, Miss Wendy is fine with anything, correct?\" He traced little circles with his thumbs, letting out a long breath when she nodded. \"Good, good...\" He pushed up her skirt, pressing a kiss to her left knee and then the other. He moved his way to the top of the stockings, kissing his way up, then paused. Min was looking down at him, her lip between her teeth, and he grabbed her hips to pull he closer. He pushed her legs open wider, barely ghosting his lips over her bare thighs, before pressing his lips against her mound through the panties. He kissed it, then rubbed the panties lightly with his fingers. \"I thought I'd never get to feel your pussy, Min,\" he said, his fingers moving up to the top of the panties. He pulled them down with her help, leaving her bare with her skirt pushed up.\n\nWendy had never had someone take so much time and care with her body, especially with the slow and methodical way he moved from kissing her bare lips to dragging his tongue up and over her clit. The focus he paid to her breaths, the way her thighs tensed, and how she squirmed with each letter he drew with his tongue. He held her legs close, like he would never be able to bear her being away from his face, and the sounds he made while he slurped up her wetness made her feel like a queen. With the thin dress and the thinner bra underneath, she could see her hard nipples poking out, just begging for his mouth on them. Min let her have control for a moment, and she ran her nails through Brad's hair, cupping the back of his head as though to keep him in place, and she teased her nipples with her other hand. He may be Min's boyfriend, but he was doing everything right for Wendy and she was definitely enjoying this basically a threesome.\n\nMin took back control quickly, wanting Brad to see her orgasm rather than Wendy's. She tensed, pulling his hair, and slammed her legs around his face, but he didn't stop, continuing to lap up her wetness until she shoved him away, shivering from overstimulation."
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"content": "The Fuck Off\n\n\nJake joined this sick and twisted tournament because if he didn't get some money soon he would be homeless. Some rich assholes were throwing this party and the entertainment was this competition. One man and one woman go on the raised stage in only masks and the first one to cums loses.\n\n\nJake didn't expect to make it all the way to the end. Over the last few days he fucked some beautiful ladies of many different sizes, shapes, and races but contestant Sixty-six made him hard on sight. She looked like a Venus statue carved from marble, with wavy gold locks that tickled the top of her ass cheeks. \n\n\nHe had seen her in action. She was the real deal. Jake seriously thought she was done for in the second round. Sixty-six tamed the cock of this jacked black guy, who Jake saw destroy a skinny brunette in minutes. That black cock didn't even get all the way in Sixty-six before he came. \n\n\nSixty-six sucked him to hardness and then when he entered her she wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered into his ear. Jake was pretty sure she was flexing her muscles inside as the dark stud filled her with torrents of cum that streamed out.\n\n\nJake made sure to watch Sixty-six's matches after that. She also tricked one guy into just cumming into her mouth. It's like he gave up on the contest and enjoyed himself. Watching her swallow his load was quite a sight.\n\n\nHis match with her was in the finals. The began in a sixty-nine position, but she squirmed out of that once she realized how good he was. Jake actually managed to get her to drop his dick from her mouth and just lay there moaning for a moment. \n\n\nThe blonde got on her knees and shook her perfect ass. Quite a taunt. Once Jake slid inside her she began to buck like a wild animal. Her moans filled the room and the rich spectators cheered. Jake was surprised with himself how long he lasted. Then he got an idea.\n\n\nJake began to spank the meaty asscheeks of his opponent as he pumped in and out of her. Her vagina tensed around his penis and she almost came, but at the last minute she pulled away and rolled on her back.\n\n\nHe looked down at the sight of this perfect pale princess who was now pink and sweaty. Jake descended and entered her again. She rose to his ear. \"Listen fucker, I don't know how you knew about my spanking fetish but now all gloves are off.\" She said in an oddly familiar voice.\n\n\nHer muscles contracted around his cock and her arms and his face close to hers. Jake knew Sixty-six was close but he was too. Their masks hooked as She began to wail in ecstasy and convulse in pleasure. He pulled back because he wanted to see her sweaty and defeated on his cock as he came inside her.\n\n\nThe masks caught each other and the strings broke. When Jake leaned back he looked deep into the blue eyes of Sixty-six right before unleashing his sperm into her. \"Casey?\" He asked as she looked back in shock. His cock unloaded as Jake's brain struggled to process the face of his sister.\n\n\nThe announcer named Jake the winner and he pulled his cock from the warm embrace of his sister's snatch. There was no doubt that they would have discussion about this later, but Jake had a few million dollars to collect. \n\n\nCasey stayed there naked and defeated on the stage as her brother's cum trickled out. The officials grabbed Jake by the arms and led him to his prize. He looked back and stared at woman who gave him the best sex of his life. Still not believing it was his sister.\n\n\nHe knew sooner or later they would have to talk about this.\n\n****\nThe aftermath is soon to follow. Once I finish it."
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"content": "“Are you about done?”\n\n“Quit being so impatient.” I snapped, then added, “If I stop now I’ll have to completely start over, and I’ve been going for… Er, how long *have* I been doing this?”\n\nKalaziel gave me a long sigh, as if checking the clock was too great an effort. “About six hours.”\n\nIt had gotten dark and I hadn’t even realized. The room was silent save for the gentle bubbling of the philter-in-progress. \n\nA page turned, and I glanced behind me. “What are you reading?” I asked, not wanting to look away from my work for longer than absolutely necessary.\n\n“Kama Sutra.” Kalaziel said, flippantly.\n\n“Wha- Really?”\n\n“No,” he said with a scoff. “Why would I need to read that? I know more sex positions than any human could dream of.”\n\n“You know the Kama Sutra is about emotional fulfillment and love, right? Positions are like, one chapter in it.”\n\nI didn’t need to look to know Kalaziel was waving his hand in that faux-arrogant way he always did when he got something wrong. “Bah, that’s all garbage. Love is something humans made up to make themselves feel better about sex. You’re hardly any different from monkeys, on the inside.”\n\nHe was speaking complete and total nonsense.\n\n“Uh-huh,” I said, uninterested. This was, I found, the best way to respond when Kalaziel started pretending to know how humans think and feel. He dropped it.\n\n“So what are you actually reading?”\n\n“Paradise Lost. It’s funny that you humans think this is how things happened.”\n\nInvoluntarily, I rolled my eyes. In the half-second I was looking away, I lost track of the powdered reagent in my hands and dumped the entire bottle’s worth into the bubbling mixture.\n\n“Fuck.” I said.\n\n“Hm?” Kalaziel said, suddenly attentive. I barely noticed, far more focused on how the mixture was now churning on its own, progressively becoming more and more violent in movement.\n\nThinking quick, I snatched up a few rocks of salt and dropped them in, hoping it would inhibit the reaction.\n\nImmediately, the liquid started hissing, smoke of all sorts of colors pouring from the pot. \n\n“*Fuck.*” I repeated. This time Kalaziel looked up, but by the time he had stood up to help, the smoke had already filled the room.\n\nIn only a few short seconds, I felt my vision blur before blacking out. In my last moments of consciousness, I watched Kalaziel collapsing to the floor before following suit myself.\n\n___\n\nWhen I came to, it was the next morning. I was expecting a headache or some residual weakness, but as I got up from the floor I found I was seemingly unaffected, save for some soreness in my back from the uncomfortable rest.\n\nKalaziel wasn’t in the room, so I assumed he had already gotten up. Figures the bastard would leave me on the floor. Other than when I commanded him as his master, the demon hadn’t done a single thing to help since he was bound. \n\nI turned to inspect the pot, now completely empty. It was stained on the inside, but otherwise held no trace it had been used at all.\n\n“Oh, you finally got up.” Kalaziel said, jolting me out of my thoughts.\n\n“No thanks to you,” I said, turning to him. The incubus had an annoying smile, looking like he knew something I didn’t. He had clearly changed and showered, enjoying a leisurely morning while I napped on the floor. Asshole.\n\nI was just about to verbalize that thought when he interrupted me. “You may want to take a look at your body.” He said, cryptically.\n\n“Did you do something to me?” I asked. He shook his head. \n\n“Just check. You can undress in front of me, I don’t mind.”\n\n“Get out.” I said, and he obeyed with a strange eagerness. I was thinking about what he said too much to notice or care.\n\nNow that he had mentioned it, I *did* feel a strange warmth at my crotch. I quickly tore off my robe, then the pants I was wearing underneath.\n\nAs if on command, a crimson red penis sprang up from my crotch, already throbbing. Even from the new angle, I could quickly recognize it as identical to Kalaziel’s. Not that we had done anything sexual together (much to his frustration), but he had a habit of staying nude as much as possible.\n\n“*What the fuck,*” I muttered, gingerly reaching a hand out to touch it. I poked it with one finger and recoiled when I could feel both sides of the touch.\n\nTrying again, I wrapped a hand around it. I recoiled again, but this time from the sudden icy sensation on my- no, Kalaziel’s cock. It wasn’t uncomfortably hot to the touch, but enough that my hand was noticeably warmer after only a brief moment.\n\nSo I had an incubus’ penis attached to me. The incredibly annoying incubus that was bade to follow my every command…\n\nI shook my head, clearing out a sudden deluge of lewd thoughts. Of *course* I inherited his libido.\n\n“Well?” He asked through the door.\n\n“I may have discovered the problem.”\n\nHe laughed. “Coincidentally, I have a similar problem.”\n\n“You’re fucking with me,” I said, but I knew it made more sense than a duplication.\n\nKalaziel opened the door, now completely nude and standing proudly. Between his legs was my slit, a small patch of porcelain skin on his otherwise bright red body.\n\n___\n\nCutting it off here for now. I’ll try to write more tonight."
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"content": "Contains: \\[MF\\] \\[MM\\] \\[MFF\\]\n\n“—and the mob pulled him from his bed, burned his house down, and beat him in the middle of the street.”\r \nFuck! No!\r \nReese dragged his hands down along his face, taking a moment to compose himself.\r \nSealing his lips tight and drawing a deep breath through his nostrils, the sweet citrus odor left by the curse wafted into his sinuses. If he squinted, he could see the little rose-colored sigils flicker in and out of existence in the room, appearing at the peripheries of his vision but disappearing under direct scrutiny.\r \nHe let out a breath, the spell pushing a cherry-like taste along his tongue.\r \nHis eyes moved to the front of the lecture hall, Mrs. Martines turning around to pull from papers on her desk.\r \nAgain, distressed by his plight, he pulled his focus from her heart-shaped ass to the clock above the whiteboard.\r \n2:30.\r \nAgain.\r \n‘Okay. No more time-stopping spells,’ Resse resolved. A sharp twinge in his stomach made him double over his desk, hand clutching at his lower abdomen.\r \nHe needed to cum. Now.\r \nAnd that’s how he found himself in the girl’s bathroom with Melanie. The bubbly blonde looked up at him from her place between his knees with gleeful, amber eyes as her fleshy breasts dragged up and down his shaft. His wide, scarlet head poked happily from between her cleavage, each emergence revealing another layer of accumulated sweat and pre built from the previous submersion.\r \nHer glossy pink lips curled up in a cute smile, her teeth almost distractingly perfect. “You like my fat titties, baby?”\r \nHe’d heard that question recently. Not just in pornos, but from at least three other girls he’d done this with in class today. But just when he thought he’d get tired of hearing it, the humble, affectionate tone that Melanie asked with pulled that phrase back into the erogenous.\r \nMelanie was always flocked by friends and—Reese presumed—guys interested in banging her. If not for his desperate situation, he wouldn’t have taken the chance to approach her.\r \nIt shouldn’t have been a surprise to him, however, that when he did approach her, she would be just as affable and outgoing to someone she’d never conversed with. Thinking of all the chats he’d had with his buddies, many of whom licked the ground where Melanie stepped, he quickly grew to understand why so many people liked her.\r \nShe was easy to like.\r \nWhat did surprise him, however, was her willingness to have a quick casual fling in the bathroom. Reese was in a confused daze as she excitedly pulled him down a hallway and only came to when his back was against a stall door, her soft lips flattened against his and her tongue tracing every corner of his mouth.\r \n“Eep!” she yelped as Reese slapped his hands onto either side of her boobs. He pushed in, compressing her soft flesh tighter against himself as his thrusts grew feverish.\r \n“You gonna cum, Reese?” Melanie asked, doe-eyed, tilting her chin down to flick the appearing cockhead with the tip of her tongue. “You gonna cover me in your hot cum, baby?”\r \nAs she raised her hands to her tits, he pulled his free to pinch each of her nipples.\r \n“Ooh,” she moaned at the tight vice, moving her hands in a massaging motion to tease the cock thrusting between her breasts. “Aah!” she all but yelled as he pulled his hands back, stretching her massive boobs out as his thrusting continued, the sturdy muscles of his pelvis slapping almost painfully along the underside of her tits.\r \n“Do it,” she cheered, shifting to feed his desperate motions with a better angle. “Do it.” She looked up at him, a playful edge to cute features. “Fucking do it! Fucking paint me baby!”\r \nHis abs tightened, his shaft tensed, and he felt the searing heat run up the inside of his member."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You were cursed to have a cock so big and heavy, and able to cum literally dozens of gallons in seconds. No woman will sleep with you, and people think your freakishly large cock is horrendous. Life seemed grim…until you ran into a woman cursed to be a giant. A giant who takes your cock happily | [
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"content": "This went way too long and I had a lot more planned but I've gotta call it here lmao. I've got a thing for cum stuff so this premise really got me. Enjoy!\n\n&#x200B;\n\nEdit: also apparently Reddit has changed the way paragraphs work I guess? so I had to go through and put a third space between each paragraph, hopefully it works now\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\\--------------------------\n\n&#x200B;\n\nI should've known better than to get drunk in the witchy part of town. You get in one argument with a feisty witch at trivia night, you maybe yell some ill-advised and crude insults, and the next thing you know she's granting your wish. Well, less of a wish than a taunt. \"Why don't you make my dick long enough so you can suck it from over there, then?\" I had yelled... or something to that effect. Look, I'm not proud, but I sure thought I had won when she got real quiet after that. I was probably too drunk to notice the little smirk on her face as she turned back to her friends. \n\n\n \nNext morning, I woke up groggily, shifting in bed to try to get comfortable despite the hangover. Suddenly, I shot straight up in bed -- something was under the covers with me. I didn't have a dog, right? No, not a cat either. I flung the covers away and saw... my dick. At least it looked like my dick, but sized up I don't know how many times. Five inches no longer, this monster was three feet long and still soft, a true third leg lying heavily on the mattress, massive and veiny. My balls were proportionally huge too, mango-sized and aching to cum. \n\n\n \nHorror turned in an instant to elation, then horniness. I'd had this exact fantasy before, but here it was, fully real, my impossibly massive cock just aching to be jerked off. First I had to haul it to the bathroom, though, and I encountered my first difficulties as my glans dragged along the carpet and then the cold tile. It was awkward enough walking with another 20 or 30 pounds hanging between my legs, and then I had to pick it up and maneuver it into a position where it would point into the toilet bowl. Long story short, let's just say I quickly moved to using the tub. \n\n\n \nBack in bed, I eagerly grabbed my throbbing cock and started stroking up and down its length, working gradually up to a full erection. As it got harder though, it kept growing even longer and heavier, and more and more difficult to hold upright. Eventually I repositioned myself, standing beside my bed and resting my four-foot erection on the bed, using my hands and thrusting into the bed to get myself off. I got there pretty quickly, and I moaned loudly as I reach orgasm, watching the cum spurt... and spurt... and spurt. It just kept coming, each muscle spasm sending more than a cup of semen flying over my bed, drenching the floor, spattering against the walls and the window. All I could do was watch as my bedroom was utterly soaked in my own cum. Then I cleaned it up and awkwardly made my way downstairs for some much-needed coffee. And some water. Fuck was I dehydrated. \n\n\n \nThank god I work from home, but still, my problems didn't end at messy masturbation. While I thought this would make me an absolute dream for most girls, I had no luck with the string of sexual partners I eagerly hooked up with in the next months. They simply didn't know what to do with it, and I can hardly blame them. I can barely manage it myself! Most women are put off by it instantly, really made uncomfortable by the unnatural size and the just plain weird sight of this massively outsized part of my body. Those who do stick around make a bit of an effort, but there's not too much they can do. It's certainly not going in them -- going in anyone -- ever again. Even the self-proclaimed size queens, who I sought out more desperately as time went on, knew on sight that it was simply impossible. Best I got was a woman who rode it like a bucking bronco, sliding her pussy up and down the distant half of my shaft until she came on it, but she still left somewhat disappointed from the lack of penetration. \n\n\n \nI felt much the same way, and after a while even the masturbation lost its shine. I took to cumming in makeshift condoms I made out of trash bags, but even then the disposal process was a nightmare. You just can't flush dozens of gallons of cum down the drain, any drain, without causing serious plumbing issues. And throwing it out with the trash didn't make me very popular either. In all, after a few months living with what was now very clearly a curse, I was constantly miserable, blue-balled, and totally without any relief. \n\n\n \nBut it all changed when I stumbled upon a group for people struggling with their curses. The first meetup I went to, I saw her right away. It was hard not to -- twenty goddamn feet tall, she dominated the church gym, having barely crawled in through the double doors. Jamie had been cursed -- obviously -- to be a giant, and now stood four times her previous height. Her gaze met mine pretty quickly, and shortly after that it settled on what was between my legs in a little pushcart-thing I'd jerried together out of one of those scooters people use when they have a cast on one foot. My cock was sort of half-coiled up in the bucket of the cart, covered by one of the garments I'd had custom-made to cover it up and still let me walk around. Jamie immediately came over and struck up a conversation. \n\n\n \nOne thing led to another pretty quickly, and pretty soon we were back at her place. Jamie had given up trying to find a house or apartment big enough to fit her and had eventually refit an old barn into a surprisingly snazzy suite, with an elevated loft where guests could comfortably be at eye-level with her while she sat on the floor. We had a couple drinks, commiserated over our afflictions, only briefly dancing around the subject we were both obviously dying to get to. Finally, she asked me, \"So when's the last time you successfully fucked someone?\" \n\n\n \nI laughed. \"Too fucking long. When's the last time you were properly filled up?\" \n\n\n \nJamie just leaned back, spreading her legs, saying, \"Don't make me wait any longer.\" I shuffled down those fancy cast-iron spiral stairs as quickly as my titanic semi would allow me. When I got to the main floor, she had already pulled off her yoga pants and was unbuttoning her shirt. Her massive tits were unbelievably well contained by her bra, a masterful piece of custom rigging. Still undoing the latch at her back, she spread her pussy open for me and sighed, \"You good to skip the foreplay? I think we're both beyond fucking ready for this, and believe me, kissing gets awkward with the size difference.\" \n\n\n&#x200B;\n\n \nI was already ripping off my pants and pulling my shirt over my head. I waited only a second to savour the moment as I pressed the grapefruit-sized head of my cock against her enormous (but still tight for a cock this size) pussy. We did the math later, and my dick is proportionally like a nearly 12-inch penis for her old body, something she would have struggled to take even a little bit, but then again her proportions aren't quite the same in her new giant body. With a little easing, and gallons of lubrication from her throbbing pussy that was already staining the carpet, I pushed into her, drawing long, load groans from both of us. I was so ready to burst that I had barely gotten into a rhythm of thrusting (only a foot or so actually going in and out) before I felt my balls clench up and my cock twitch along the length of Jamie's vagina. I had warned her about the size of my loads, but it only seemed to intensify her desire, and now she was moaning in absolute bliss as gallon after gallon of hot, sticky cum filled her up for the first time in nearly a year. \n\n\n&#x200B;\n\n \nPretty quickly cum started spurting out from Jamie, leaking around the base of my cock and spilling down my legs. It had already been hard for me to keep a good grip with Jamie having thoroughly lubricated the floor, but now it was impossible, and I kept slipping and nearly falling out of her. But the tantalizing closeness of her own orgasm was too much to bear, and with a gasp of frustration she simply grabbed my torso and hips and held me in. Then she started thrusting me, using me as basically a living dildo, her two enormous hands shoving me in and out of her already gushing hole. All I could do was hang onto her hands with mine and watch in awe as her incredible body squirmed, twitched, clenched, the exercise ball-sized tits heaving and jiggling up and down as she fucked herself with me. I don't know how long it was before she started spasming in a massive, long-denied, truly satisfying orgasm. She cried out so loud I worried about the neighbours, but really all I could think about was her as she slowly relaxed, let me go, and sunk back in to a reclining position. My cock slid out of her, letting loose another flood of both our cum. \n\n\n&#x200B;\n\n \nStepping free, I climbed up onto Jamie as gently as I could. She didn't seem to mind, one huge hand coming over to softly stroke my back. Kissing on the mouth may have been awkward, but I couldn't restrain myself from kissing, squeezing, stroking, and just \\*exploring\\* those unbelievable tits. Her nipples, hard and perky, nearly filled my mouth when I sucked on them, drawing indulgent \\*mmmmm\\*s from Jamie. I was enjoying it enough for my dick, which had barely lost any erection, to be fully throbbing again, sandwiched between her breasts as I sucked on her. I was so caught up in it, though, that I barely noticed until I felt a sudden warm wetness on the tip of my dick head. I looked up and saw Jamie leaning her head forward, sticking out her tongue to tease my cock. She laughed and winked at me. \"Got any more left?\" she asked."
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"content": "Melissa's late as usual. She's the one that suggested meeting here and she can't even be bothered to show up on time. Ah well.\n\nAt least a hot bombshell just walked in. Goddamn what a fine girl. Tits like pow and an ass thicker than a milkshake.\n\nOh shit she's looking at me! Avert gaze, don't look like a perv. Maybe steal a quick glance.\n\nOh no she's walking towards me... and smiling? Did she catch me and found me irresistible? Maybe, one can only hope.\n\nFuck, what a hottie, the things I'd do to her- wait. No way... is that Melissa? Wow, the freshmen 15 hit her hard.\n\nI get up, awkwardly hiding my hard on. \"Hey Mel!\"\n\nShe gives me a hug, while I tried with all my might not to knock Mr. Johnson into her.\n\n\"How was the drive back?\" I ask.\n\n\"Oh, just terrible. Roads were awful all the way down, not to mention all the semis and idiots...\" Honestly I zoned out. Last time I saw her, Melissa was a solid B cup. Not she was rocking some serious D cups. I'm not sure what to do. We never had a thing for each other before, she was just one of the guys. But now... no stop it, can't think like that. She'd kick my ass if she found out about it.\n\n\"...so, how has school been for you?\" She finishes.\n\n\"Oh you know, a lot of work, but the holidays are nice break.\"\n\n\"I bet. I'm going to order a latte, did you want anything?\"\n\nI shake my head. \"Nah, already put an order in.\"\n\nShe walks off towards the counter, and I get a nice eyeful of her swaying hips. Man she's gotta know what she's packing surely? Melissa never walked like that before. Is she teasing me? No, no way. Has to be subconscious. Yeah definitely.\n\nEventually she comes strutting back to the table, latte in tow.\n\nWe shoot the shit for another half hour. It's feels great to catch up after a year away, and I learn about her major in agriculture which is fascinating. I definitely was not staring at her boobs the entire time, and you can't prove anything.\n\n\"So, where are you staying while you're down here?\" I ask.\n\n\"I'm crashing at a friend's place. They're out of town for the holiday and said I could stay there until they get back,\" she says. *Out of town you say?* \"You know, if your not busy, we could head back there and watch a movie or something.\" *Or something sounds nice*\n\n\"Yah that'd be great! Been missing our movie nights back in highschool with the guys.\"\n\n\"Just like old times,\" she says, smiling.\n\nWe head back to the place she was crashing, a nice suburban home in town. Felt more expensive that it probably was.\n\nMelissa tossed on How the Grinch Stole Christmas, handing me a beer and flopping on the couch. I took the other side. No way I was going to mess up our friendship over some horny thoughts. Gotta reign that shit in.\n\n\"I forgot how fun this movie is,\" I say like a dork.\n\nMelissa laughs. \"Yah, it's easily top five Christmas movies.\"\n\nThe two of us go back and forth quoting along with the movie, singing to the songs and laughing at stupid jokes.\n\nAbsently, she began rubbing her legs on mine. They were so soft and smooth. Did she realize what she was doing? My boner sure did.\n\nAfter awhile, Melissa got up to get two more beers for us. I was a little sad to lose the touch of her legs, but a new beer sounds good.\n\nBeer in each hand, she set one down next to me and, to my surprise, laid down with me.\n\nNo way to hide Mr. Johnson, from her now.\n\n\"Man it is cold,\" she says, snuggling close, basically grinding into my rock hard cock.\n\nI couldn't help but look down at her and got an eyeful of her cleavage. My face burned with embarrassed, but Mr. Johnson felt no such shame. Taking another quick look, I notice little bumps poking against her top. *She's not wearing a bra, that minx*\n\nWith her so close, I get a waft of a something floral. Wait, was she... \"Mel, are you wearing perfume?\"\n\nHer face flushed red. \"Yah, I uh- ya know...\"\n\n\"Hey, it's okay. It smell great, I really like it,\" I say. It was great and made her smell fantastic.\n\nShe melted into me further, seemingly eager to try to meld with me.\n\nAt this point, the credits were rolling. Neither of said a thing, nor did we make a move. Her body heat and the weight of her laying on me felt really good. I never imagined thinking about her like this, and yet here I was. Before college, we were close, but more like bros. This was so different.\n\nFinally, she broke the silence. \"Hey, so I was thinking...\" she says, spinning to look me in the eye. Her tits pressed into me. Oh wow, her eyes are beautiful, did I really not know that? \"Back in highschool, we were really close and all, and... I mean I've never... what I'm trying to say is- could we maybe?\" Her face lights up bright red.\n\n\"What's up Mel? Whatever it is, I promise not to make fun of you,\" I say. Seeing her get to flustered and embarrassed was so satisfying after so many years of her cocky attitude. And oddly, kinda endearing.\n\n\"D-do you want to... do it, with me?\" She stammers.\n\nDespite having hyped it up in my mind this entire time, the request caught me off guard.\n\n\"It's okay if you don't, in fact just forget-\" I took her face in my hands and kissed her.\n\nMelissa's body melted into the kiss, relaxing from her tender lips to the tips of her toes. It was pretty obvious she had never done this before, but I was happy to take the lead.\n\nOnce we separated, she took deep, labored breaths like she just ran a marathon.\n\n\"You know, I don't want this mess up our friendship or anything, so we can stop if you want.\"\n\nI look her deep in the eyes with as soothing a look as I can muster. \"I won't let it mess up our friendship, but we can stop if you want. Do you want to?\"\n\nBright tomato red, she shakes her head.\n\nI take her stupid, beautiful, wonder face in my hands and plant kisses across her cheeks and nose and features, reaching her mouth after a teasing journey around her soft skin.\n\nAnother deep, passionate kiss, more ragged breaths to regain herself.\n\nMelissa pushes herself up off me, pulling of her top in one quick motion. I had never seen her tits before, the closest I had ever come until today was accidentally walking in on her changing. At the time she was only in a bra so I didn't see anything before she bitched me out. (Don't worry I made fun of her for wearing one with near nonexistant boobs)\n\nBut today was something different. She had round, perky, D cups swaying with each breath. They were gorgeous and so sexy.\n\n\"Fuck, Melissa. You're... hot,\" I stutter.\n\nAgain, bright red, crossing her arms over her chest. \"Sorry, I'm not used to being complimented like that.\"\n\n\"Hey, I promised I won't make fun of you. You have nothing to worry about. Would you be more comfortable if I took something off too?\"\n\nShe nods without speaking.\n\nI pull my shirt up over my head, not as dramatic as her, but still. \"There, now we're just as naked.\"\n\nShe looks me up and down. \"Heh, yah but I've got these tits, and you don't have anything like that. I'm way more exposed.\"\n\nI saw her point. A bare chest was not really the same as rocking tits. \"How about I take off my pants as well?\"\n\nNodding she says, \"yah that might work.\"\n\nGetting off me, she scampers to the opposite side of the couch, boobs jiggling as she moves. Beautiful.\n\nPulling my pants and drawers down off my legs, my cock bounces to attention, released from its denim prison.\n\nMelissa gasps. Now I wasn't the biggest guy around, so even that little bit was a serious ego boost. A bead of precum glitters in the dim light.\n\n\"Oh wow,\" she says eventually. \"I've never... been with anyone, I'm sorry.\"\n\n\"Hey it's okay. We all have to start somewhere.\n\nCrawling back towards me, she says, \"can I, taste it?\"\n\nI smile. \"Of course, Mel.\" She reaches me, a hand holding Mr. Johsnon. With unsure technique, she licks my heads, lapping up the precum. Shivers jolt across my body at her touch.\n\n\"Wow, it's actually kinda good,\" she says. \"I'd always been a bit weird about doing this but maybe it's not that bad.\"\n\n\"You don't have to continue of you don't want,\" I say.\n\n\"I kinda want to see if I can take you all in my mouth. But no blowjob. You're not cumming in my mouth. That sounds super gross.\" Before I could say anything else, she took my cock again, placing her lips around my head. Her tongue slid all around my sensitive head, lubricating my cock with her spit.\n\nInch by inch, she took more of me in before pulling out for breath. Bit by bit I felt the inside of her warm, wet mouth clamp around me. This is bliss.\n\nMelissa worked on and on, until finally her lips reached the base of my cock. Seemed like she didn't have much of a gag reflex. Her eyes met with mine, giving me a look of wild excitement. That is unbelievably hot.\n\nVictory claimed, she slid my cock out of her mouth, a smile plastered on her dumb, sexy face.\n\n\"Mel that was so-\"\n\n\"Shhh, don't ruin the moment,\" she interrupted, her smile becoming more sultry.\n\nStanding, she unbuttons her shorts, hooking a thumb in the waistband to slide them over her toned legs. And for the first time since I'd met her, I saw her pussy. Fuck it's so hot, just a messy, unkempt patch of red fur, like a true reflection of her wild spirit.\n\nMelissa holds herself tight, a vain attempt to hide herself.\n\nI could only stare at her like a slack jawed idiot.\n\n\"W-what do you think?\" She asks.\n\nRemembering how to speak, \"Fuck Mel, you're beautiful; sexy; hot.\" I smile. \"I appreciate you trusting me with this.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A busty gamer girl decides to help her friends skill up by promising them "rewards" if they manage to step up their game... She's really eager for them to succeed! | [
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"content": "\"Damn it!\" Dan cried out in frustration. He felt like throwing the control against the TV, but resisted the urge. \n\n\"What's wrong?\" Sally asked, looking up from behind the computer monitor.\n\n\"I just can't get passed it.\" He said. \"No matter how hard I try, I can't do it.\"\n\nShe sighed and paused her game, grateful it was a single player, and not a multiplayer. She slowly stood, making sure to keep her massive 40 E breasts from spilling out of her shirt. Soon, she was next to him on the couch.\n\n\"Okay, let me see.\" She said. \n\nDan was momentarily lost by her proximity, but he soon got over himself. Still, the way her shirt stretched around her chest was distracting. He forced himself to focus on the game. He played as well as he could, but still did not make it nearly as far as he would have liked. \n\n\"See? I just...I just can't.\" He said. \"I know enough to not blame the game. I know it's possible to do. I just can't do it.\"\n\n\"She you can.\" She said, placing a soft hand in his knee. \"You just need practice, that's all.\"\n\n\"Uh huh.\" He said heavily.\n\n\"You know what you need? You need motivation. So, what can I do to motivate you to do better?\"\n\nDan scoffed. \"Motivation, huh? Yeah right. Like that could do anything.\"\n\n\"Try me. Just think if something I can do that'll get you to up your game.\"\n\n\"How about showing me your tits.\" He said rolling his eyes. She placed a finger to her red, plump lips.\n\n\"Hm, interesting. Okay, beat this boss and I'll do it. Beat the next one, and I'll go full nude.\"\n\nHe looked at her sharply. \"Huh? Wait, you know I wasn't serious, right? You were just supposed to call me a perv and let the subject drop.\"\n\n\"I know, but I'm still going to do it. And, what's more, if you get far enough, I'll give you a blowjob. Get farther than that, and you can fuck my tits. Breath the game, and, well, I'm sure you can figure that one out.\" She said, running a finger over her inner thigh.\n\nDan's eyes opened wide and he let out a string of incoherent syllables. Then his mind caught up with him. \"Uh, I uh, I need to, uh, to practice now. I need to practice a lot.\"\n\n\"There you go. That's what motivation can do for a guy. And tell you what, I'll do this for every game you're having trouble with. And for ranked games, I'll give you the same reward for every rank you climb. Well, I might have to adjust for how many ranks there are and stuff, but still. So, how about it? Are you motivated to get better?\"\n\n\"Uh, yeah. Yeah, I am.\" He said. His heart was beating like a jackhammer and his eyes were open wide.\n\n\"Great!\" She said happily. \"Let me know when you meet a challenge, and I'll make sure the reward is worth it.\"\nShe got up and went back to her game. Dan noticed a sultry sway in her voluptuous hips and tight, round ass. \n\nHe shook his head and got back to the game. He needed to practice hard if he was going to get the best reward ever."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She'd never consciously had feelings for another girl before but, somehow, she was becoming obsessed with her roommates huge breasts... | [
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"content": "Experimenting with the same characters from [this prompt](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/rfyukg/wp_though_they_had_kept_in_touch_through_online/)\n\n\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\n\nAlison was staring. Again.\n\n \nAs much as she attempted to keep her eyes glued on her cell phone, eventually, her vision drifted out of the screen's frame, drawn by the gravitational field of Erin's massive breasts.\n\n \nAlison often questioned what happened to her childhood friend after they both went to their respective colleges. What kinds of experiments were they doing, or what food were they feeding the students for Erin to grow her pillowy mountains? An immensity capable of warping the fabric of space and time, which always held Alison's eyesight.\n\n \nAt least Erin only grew where she physically lacked. When the friends said their goodbyes, the tomboy already measured 1 cm above the 2 meters mark. She also had an ass that caught everyone's attention whenever she walked by. An ass that only became more and more alluring after she toned her body up thanks to the exercise routines one was required to partake in if they wanted to represent their high school's basketball team.\n\n \nHowever, not even the addition of a six-pack was enough to earn Alison's attention at the time. For one, she knew Erin was hot. She knew her friend had quite the number of people attracted to her. Yet, she knew she didn't belong to that group. Erin was her friend, a great and dear friend, but only that.\n\n \nNow, the development of breasts so immense they obscured part of that same six-pack… That monopolized Alison's thoughts. Erin's fit body and her vast masses of fat made for a strange, bizarre, weird, sexy contrast.\n\n \n\"Want to take a picture?\"\n\n \nAlison's head threatened to tear itself from her neck, such was the speed it moved so the young woman could focus on Erin's face instead of her tits. A mischievous smile awaited her, the kind that was grateful for the raw material of countless future teasings.\n\n \n\"I'm going to the kitchen to get some water. You want some?\" Alison asked, getting up. She needed the water both to cool the warmth spreading through her face and to use it as an excuse for escaping from Erin's impish eyes.\n\n \n\"No need to. I'm good. You're the one looking thirsty. I'll be waiting for you when you get back.\"\n\n \nAlison knew that. She knew there was no avoiding Erin or those feelings bubbling up inside her."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Whether it's from a magical curse or the most improbable luck in the universe, she can't help but keep accidentally having sex with people. | [
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"content": "\"It's definitely a curse.\" Maggie grumbled as she stared over the jewels covering her keep. \n\nThe small army of kobolds worked to mine out her layer with gusto. Every so often they would sneak glances at her and blush. She wanted to die of the shame but free labor was free labor. Across from her was a large broad shoulder man with dark bronze skin and enough scars on his chest to resemble a checker board.\n\nThe man chuckled, \"Iffin it's a curse then I want the same kind. You ain't worked since those monsters took a shine to ya.\"\n\nMaggie growled, \"I'm serious and I can prove it.\" She drew a map and pointed to a well known dungeon. She began to chant and pressed a finger into the map. The map glowed then burst into flames.\n\n\"Nate. I just made a declaration of war against that dungeon. Now wait.\"\n\nThe air exploded as a hand flashed through the either. A strapping elf stood before them dressed in Cultist robes. He fire a ball of fire at Maggie. She didn't even flinch as her clothes vanished in a puff of smoke. \n\n\"Warding? Very well.\" The elf roar and swung his blade at her neck, he stepped on his own robes and tore them off. \n\nThe pair tumbled across the floor, bodies wrap around another until she was on top of him and felt all of his length inside of her. The elf look up with confusion etched on his features. She shrugged empathetically at him. \"Your guess is as good as mine. Try punching me.\"\n\nThe elf swung with all his might but his turn only made them flip until he was somehow in a missionary position. He paused and pulled out of her, the kobolds politely handed him a stamina potion.\n\n\"Will you be staying for dinner?\" Maggie snorted.\n\n\"What have you done to me, wretch?\"\n\nMaggie shrugged again, \"No clue but watch this.\" \n\nShe fire an arcane bolt with killing energy at him. The bolt slammed into him and scattered, every single kobold, human and orc was suddenly disrobed by the weakened attack. She tossed a dagger which bounced off his head handle first and knocked a kobold off of the ceiling and down crotch first into her face. She barely gagged before gently setting the kobold back on the ground. \n\nThe elf looked in shock and reached into his robes. A large golden sack filled with coins was placed on the cracked table. \"Whatever is wrong with you. Keep it away from my dungeon, whoremancer.\"\n\nHe tried to teleport away but instead a female orc landed on top of him. Her breast nearly suffocating the smaller elf. Maggie chuckled and helped him up.\n\n\"Too late. Get ready for a life filled with no killing and lots of fucking. If I gotta suffer I'm spreading this crap to everyone else.\" She snorted and leaned closer to him.\n\n\"One of you dark lord wannabes have got to figure out how to stop this.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She promised to do whatever it took to give her best friend a great bachelor party. So, when the stripper fell through, she had a choice to make... | [
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"content": "Sapphire’s Replacement\n\n\"What the hell do you mean you can't make it?\" Allison cursed under her breath as she talked on her phone. \"No, yeah I get it. It definitely would NOT be hot to have a runny-nosed, hacking and wheezing stripper. Why the fuck couldn't you have called me sooner!\"\n\nThe woman on the other end hung up. Allison couldn't blame her, she was practically yelling at the woman after all. It wasn't her fault she had gotten sick but she hadn't even called Allison until two hours before the guests were supposed to show! Kyle's bachelor party started in two hours and the stripper was supposed to go on in three! What the fuck was she going to do?\n\nAs she began to dial the agency Allison cursed again. Kyle's best man was the religious type so it had fallen to her as his best and closest other friend to plan this whole thing. She had found a beautiful busty blonde through an agency and discussed at length what she wanted for Kyle and the others attending the party. The performer Sapphire was supposed to be the kind of girl who put on a slutty performance and could be paid for \"extras.\" Hell she had even cleared that with Kyle's fiancee and had been shocked when Paula had given Kyle a pass as long as he wore protection and didn't kiss the stripper.\n\nAs the phone rang and began to play an automated menu Allison glanced around frantically. There was nothing and no one in the room who could help her. In fact the only other thing in the room was the ultra slutty parody of Kyle's favorite female anime character's outfit. It was another surprise and she had wanted to see his face when Sapphire came out wearing it. Fuck, how had things gone so wrong?\n\nWhen Allison finally did speak to someone at the agency they were no help. They were happy to refund the money, but didn't have another girl available on two hours notice. Allison resisted the urge to throw her phone in disgust. Instead she searched the internet for other services to call. She even tried looking through escorts but it was the same for everyone. No one would book a performance on such short notice. Finally Allison sighed and tossed her phone on the bed. It landed atop the costume and she stared at it.\n\nInwardly she was kind of glad no one could do it. She was beginning to wonder about the quality of anyone who would have done it with so little notice. Frowning, she paced the room. In desperation she ran through her list of female friends. Would one of them do it for enough money? The outfit had a mask so it wouldn't reveal them. She thought Lacey might but she was dark haired, too skinny for Kyle's tastez and had a distinctive tattoo so everyone would know it was her. Jenna was thicc in just the way Kyle liked but was too prudish and self conscious to perform in front of others like that. The only other girl with blonde hair and a body Kyle would like was... she blinked.\n\nWas she really considering this? Staring in her full length mirror she looked at her figure. Kyle had never made a pass at her, but now that she looked in the mirror she wasn't sure why. Not rail thin but also not overweight. She was, curvy? Allison had never really thought about how she looked to Kyle either. She'd seen him chase girls with almost her exact figure, large full natural breasts, and her hair, her hair was the exact shade of blonde Kyle always raved about on that one Hollywood starlet.\n\nFifteen minutes later she was staring at herself in the mirror again. This time she was dressed as a slutty kunoichi. Shocked, she stared with wide eyes at her reflection. She looked just as hot as the girls from the agency did in their photos. She had to admit that her chest strained the almost non-existent top in an enticing way. Gulping, she turned, seeing her thicc backside in the mirror. She’d never thought of herself as particularly sexy but with the barely there shorts with half her ass hanging out the bottom she had to admit it looked pretty good. She had a round butt that other girls probably would have called fat, but experience told her that was probably at least half societal pressure and half jealousy. Was she really going to do this? Could she do this?\n\nUnder the skimpy outfit she had on a g-string thong. One of her ex-boyfriends had bought it for her to wear on special occasions so it was almost brand new. It barely covered her pussy leaving the thick lips of her labia poking out to either side. She was glad it was bikini season because her bush was neatly trimmed for beach weather. She glanced down at the mask and took a deep breath. She could do this. She jumped when the doorbell rang. Fuck, the first of their friends must be here! She blushed, embarrassed. She couldn’t open the door like this! Looking around in a panic she spotted a pair of sweatpants and her hoodie. Pulling them on as quickly as possible hid the slutty costume beneath and she rushed for the door.\n\n“Jeez, girl, did you just finish a workout or something?” The woman at the door asked when Allison pulled it open. The dark skinned girl was one of Kyle and her friends from high school and was looking surprisingly excites for a bachelor party. It was going to be mostly men but one or two girls had been invited. Allison was secretly relieved it wasn’t one of the guys who had shown up first.\n\n“Something like that,” Allison responded, unable to stop her blushing. She was so glad the outfit had a mask. She couldn’t imagine how embarrassed and mortified she’d look without it.\n\nAs Allison led Shandra inside and showed her where to put the bottle of tequila and the six-pack of beer she’d brought, she tried to think through her plan. She didn’t want to do this, but she had promised Kyle an awesome bachelor party and all their friends had been gossiping about the girl she would get to perform. Of course, Allison now regretted talking up how dirty and slutty the girl would be and how awesome her performance would be. With a sudden thought she realized she needed music! She had a speaker system in the living room where they’d do the dances but she needed stripper music! Distractedly she left Shandra to let other people in and get them settled as she retreated to her bedroom “to get ready.”\n\nIt took a while before Allison was happy with her playlist but she had a selection she thought would be good to dance to. She also glanced through a handful of videos about dance moves and tried to replicate a few in the mirror. As it got closer to when Kyle was supposed to arrive she was growing increasingly nervous. A sudden cheer from the other room told her that Kyle must have arrived. Exhaling and shaking her hands to calm her nerves she rejoined the party.\n\nA few drinks and some games later and Allison was starting to relax. It was nice to hang out with her friends. Even though she was feeling more comfortable there was a part of her that was undeniably nervous and confused about what she was about to do. Nervous because she had never done anything like this, and confused because she… Well, she was kind of aroused by it. The simple fact she was wearing such a slutty outfit under her baggy clothes was kind of hot, she almost told Shandra just so someone else would be in on the secret but she chickened out at the last moment. \n\n“When’s the dancer getting here!” One of the guys shouted and the room erupted into cheers. Allison felt her heart flutter.\n\n“She’s already here,” As the hooting and hollering calmed down Allison spoke up. “She’s been getting ready in my room. I need to go back there and tell her we’re ready, and I’ll be running her songs for her from there.”\n\nA bunch of tipsy party goers who were eager to see a sexy woman strip naked for them apparently didn’t think too much about what she had said. Allison was glad for that as she stood and headed for her room. Cheers erupted again but all Allison could hear was her heart beating in her own ears. Slipping into her room she closed the door behind herself and leaned against the door trying to calm herself for a moment. It wasn’t helping. She could still hear the cheers and hollering of her friends and knew right now Shandra was pulling Kyle into the center of the room and putting him in a chair, just as they had planned.\n\nStripping out of her baggy clothes Allison checked her outfit in the mirror and straightened it slightly. God, her hands were shaking. She wasn’t sure it was all nerves either. She was both dreading having her friends all see her naked and excited to see how turned on she could actually get them. Grabbing the mask she pulled it on, adjusting her hair and the mask carefully to conceal her identity. Picking up her phone she connected it to the audio system and selected the playlist she had queued up. As the first song began to play she breathed in and out slowly and reached for the knob.\n\n(Part 1/2)"
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"content": "\"This is unacceptable!\" The pale fellow bellowed in the most stereotypically Romanian accent I think I've ever heard. I'd find the guy's brooding aura more intimidating if he took a minute to comb his hair.\n\n\"I cannot drink this wretched mortal beverage. I need life essence, the mana of the ageless! I...need...BLOOD\". I sighed and rub my eyes. Why do I always get the crazies?\n\n\"Sir, for the last time if you raise your voice at me I'm going to have to ask you to leave.\" I order while taking back the shot he clearly didn't want. It felt like a crime to waste perfectly good alcohol but I couldn't serve it to anyone else for health and safety reasons.\n\n\"We don't serve blood, buddy, and that was the last complimentary drink on your coupon. You wanna drink that life essence or whatever then you picked the wrong watering hole.\"\n\n\"Bah!\" He barked more mutedly. \"Fine then, I will take my business to... THE NIGHT!\" The weirdo lifted his cloak over his head and made his way to the exit, but not before bumping into a phone booth. I sighed heavily and flag a bouncer down in case he decided to make a scene on his way out.\n\n\"Oh dear, I am truly sorry about my friend's behavior.\" Came a sultry voice from the other end of the bar. \n\n\"A bit batshit I take it.\" I muse while wiping things down.\n\n\"A leetle. He just gets that way without life essence.\"\n\n\"I see,\" I glance over. She seems far more stable, but I'm not entirely convinced. Still, what a sight. Melon-sized tits, radiant skin, and two crimson irises that shouldn't turn me on as much as they do. Damn youngins and their contacts. \n\n\"I don't suppose that stuff is found in absinthe?\"\n\nMrs. Vixen bared two fangs with a grin as she shook her head. \"In the homecountry we mix it with some spirits. It normally comes from cute mortals.\"\n\n\"You don't say\"\n\n\"If you had a few free minutes and a private room. I'd delight in showing you.\" I couldn't help but grin. I let the manager know I was taking a smoke break and grabbed the supply-room key.\n\n\\--\n\n\"Ahh, perfect.\" Our lips locked as I turned the deadbolt for the supply room. Thinking ahead I left a sock on the knob, in case one of the busboys didn't get the message. \n\nTanya as she called herself on the way there was quick to pull my shirt off and start kissing my neck. \"mmmm, you taste...perfect\" She growled. Her eye's darkened and I swear her canines got longer, looking scarily sharp.\n\nShe hisses, then pounced, pinning me to the ground with inhuman strength. Without mercy She bit...my underwear as she pulled them down with her teeth. My semi erections turned to steel at her directness.\n\n\"Ahhhhh, are all the local boys as hung?\"\n\n\"Fraid not darling.\"\n\nShe chuckled then nursed the tip of my head with her crimson lips, bobbing and gently brushing her teeth against it. Her tongue writhed like a snake as she took me into her mouth..\n\nThe moistness of her lips felt like hot constriction as she sucked me. I felt decades of experience and practice as she worked my member, and failed to contain a moan. \"Oh fuck\" I gasped. \n\n\"Shit darling, I'm gonna.\" Before finishing she brought her lips to that base of my shaft, swallowing shot after shot of my cum. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as her tongue played with my sensitivity.\n\n\"W-what country did you say you're from?\"\n\n\"Transylvania, dear\" \n\n\"Oh fuck, I gotta visit there one day.\"\n\n\"Mmmm, and for so much life essence I must drain you again!\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A princess finds herself infatuated with the young local wizard after a spell gone wrong. The throne, her duties, nothing matters to her anymore. She just wants a taste of him. | [
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"content": "At 24 years old, Kiara was only days away from ascending the throne. Without any male heir, her father acquiesced and allowed her to become Queen without any King, hoping that one would come soon enough. Kiara had already begun interviews to build her court. Any role not already filled was open and one such role was the court wizard. Zacharias, a short, pudgy teenager with little in the way of looks or charisma wanted to become the court magician. He knew that should he get this role, he would be set for life. He'd have it made easy; he just couldn't fuck it up. \n\nKiara had insisted on doing the interviews alone, the guards remaining outside of the room. Zacharias was next; he was already sweating out of nervousness. Upon seeing the fat, sweaty, young man, Kiara groaned. True, she had been expecting old, boring men with long white beards, but this kid looked fresh out of his apprenticeship. \n\n\"Name, age, and occupation?\" Kiara asked, her tone flat. \n\n\"Uh, Zacharias, 19, applying to be the court mage,\" he said nervously, his voice cracking. \n\n\"Fine, let's get this over with. Show me what you've go,\" she groaned, propping her elbows on the armrests of the throne. \n\nZacharias took a deep breath in cracked his slippery knuckles. He was going to shower her his firework spell; it was a very difficult and particular spell to pull off as he needed to have each and every aspect of the spell work perfectly or else the fireworks would go crazy. He let his breath and began to follow his practiced spell movements. Only, the space in front of him began to spark. \n\n\"What are you doing?\" She asked, rolling her eyes. She was ready for this kid to fail already. \n\n\"J-just warming up!\" He said, trying to keep his cool. He needed to regain control of the spell before— \n\nThe sparks began to fly, shifting into explosive pops as they travelled. The princess was about to dodge when she took several rogue sparks head-on. She went tumbling from the throne, falling onto the ground. Zacharias ran over to her, full-blown panic filling his chest. \"Princess Kiara,\" he whispered, hoping to avoid calling in the guards. \n\n\"Ngh...\" She groaned, slowly pushing herself up. Then her eyes locked in to Zacharias. She couldn't push the thoughts out of her head that drove her to him: she wanted him, needed him, even. Her body craved to submit to him, wanting nothing more than to be filled with his seed and bred. \"You... You're the king I've been looking for!\" She said, pulling him close and into a kiss. \n\nTo say he was confused was an understatement, but he went with it. At first. Then the reality set in when she brought him before her parents. \"He's not of noble birth,\" they said. \"He has no prospects,\" they said. But it didn't matter. She wanted him and was willing to give up the throne for it. That night, she took him to her room. \n\n\"My love,\" she said, pushing him onto the bed, \"I want you too take my virginity this very night! I cannot wait for our wedding! I need your cock inside of me right now!\" She stripped out of her gown, practically ripping it off, followed by tearing off his clothes to reveal his hardened cock. He was far from large, but she didn't care. She climbed on top of him with no hesitation and began riding his cock. A virgin himself, he did not last long on his first go-round. He came within minutes of her warm folds enveloping his shaft. \n\nOver the next few days, the princess shirked her court-building in order to spend time with Zacharias. As they went around town together, her clinging to his arm, she did not deny him any request. New clothes? Check. New magical equipment? Check. As they entered the tavern they frequented, everyone looked on in utter confusion. \n\nWhile they sat down to enjoy their meal, a few burly men walked over. Pirates, it seemed, who frequented the establishment looked down on Zacharias and the soon-to-be queen. \"How'd you get a hottie like the princess, loser?\" The leader asked. \n\n\"He's not a loser! He's the love of my life and I would do anything for him!\" Kiara shouted, standing up to defend him. \n\n\"Oh yes?\" The leader asked, raising an eyebrow. \"Try it, loser. Give her a command so ridiculous that there's no way she'd listen\" \n\nZacharias gulped; the past few days of romps throuout the castle and the golden treatment were being challenged. Would Kiara actually listen to him? \"Kiara, strip down in the middle of this tavern and suck my cock.\" \n\nHer eyes sparkled; she'd told him numerous times that she wanted to suck his cock, but he'd always been so nervous! With a squeal of happiness, [she stripped](https://cdni.pornpics.com/1280/7/375/13158708/13158708_110_cab8.jpg) off her dress to reveal her tight, young body. She pulled down his pants to reveal his cock; the men were too surprised at her actions to even comment on his size. She eagerly took it in between her lips, quickly bobbing back and forth as she brought it to life in her warm cavern. With an enormous amount of self-control, he managed to hold off cumming for quite some time until he finally gripped the sides of her head and came down her throat. \"A-any questions?\" He asked, clearing his throat as the princess came on the floor from simply sucking his cock. \n\nMonths later, Zacharias sat on the throne, fatter and lazier. He had convinced Kiara to give up any right and abdicate it solely to him while she would remain his personal slave. In her place on the throne? [Her mother,](https://cdni.pornpics.com/1280/7/158/71986336/71986336_067_3719.jpg) the queen. He had perfected the spell he had used on Kiara and now he owned the kingdom, the princess, and the queen. As the queen bounced up and down on his cock, he reclined on the throne, having achieved his easy life."
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"content": "Emma stared at her ceiling, eyes defocused as she laid motionless. She'd been awake for nearly twenty minutes, but just could not find the motivation to leave her bed. It was a Saturday, and she had no plans. Why should she have to \"get up,\" anyway?\r \nShe reached for her phone on her bed's side table, and lazily flicked her thumb across the screen to unlock it. Opening Instagram, she started scrolling through the infinite column of content. At the moment, most of it was food.\r \n\"Fuck,\" she groaned. She was hungry. Beautifully edited photos of sugar-dusted pastries and grilled meats dominated her timeline. \r \n\r \n*I guess the whole eating thing might be a good enough reason to get up*, she admitted to herself. \r \n\r \nShe briefly wondered if her parents were going to make breakfast today. Probably not, if she didn't smell it already. She definitely couldn't con her sister into it either. She was so stressed about heading to college at the end of the summer, her sleep schedule was all over the place. She probably wasn't even awake yet. \r \n\r \nShe closed her phone, and tossed it down on her bed. This was going to take a significant amount of mental energy to will herself from her soft, memory foam cocoon. Just as she was about to swing her legs over the side, she felt it. Out of nowhere, and without warning, she felt a touch. The sensation of a fingertip, maybe two, brushing against her clit. \r \n\r \n\"What the *fuck?*\" Emma practically shouted. It stopped suddenly.\r \n\r \nEmma laid motionless, her breathing already faster from a slowly rising panic. Was it just some sort of phantom feeling? She'd read about conditions where the sensations of dreams could carry over to consciousness, but she'd never-\r \n\r \nShe felt the fingers return to her clit, a little more boldly this time, rubbing her gently.\r \n\r \nHer heart in her throat, she tore off the comforter, and looked down at herself. She was wearing a white tank top, and a pair of loose dolphin shorts. She wasn't entirely sure was she was expecting to see, but she only saw herself. Still, the feeling persisted. It was getting stronger, rubbing her increasingly engorged nub with fervor. \r \n\r \nShe quickly pulled her waistband open, and looked in her shorts. Nothing. Just her own, admittedly now a little wet, pussy. Her panic and incomprehension of the situation was the only thing holding back the surging arousal within her, if she was being honest. Her breath came out in short, ragged gasps, partly from her anxiety, and partly from the firm, skilled ministrations on her now quite erect clit. \r \n\r \nIt was starting to get intense. The fingers, she guess they were fingers anyway, were really starting to go hard. \r \n\r \n*Fuck*, she thought, *this is insane, but damn that feels good...*\r \n\r \nShe gripped her sheets tightly, her hips beginning to roll of their own accord. She bit her lip as she started to give in. The anxiety getting pushed to the back of her mind as the pleasure took the forefront of her attention. A soft moan escaped her lips while she rode the waves, letting the fingers do their thing. They picked up speed, moving in tight, constant circles, grinding against her, faster and faster. \r \n\r \n\"Oh Fuck, God...,\" she whispered, her breath catching in her throat. She felt like release was within reach, but just narrowly escaping her. Frustration began to mount. \r \n\r \nHer thighs squeezed together tightly, while she continued to thrust, grinding against air. She could feel the prominent wet spot in her shorts, damp and slightly cold against her lips. She was soaked.\r \n\r \n*Oh Fuck, just let me cum*\r \n\r \nShe teetered on the edge, unable to finish. She was getting desperate, balancing on a knife's blade between exquisite teasing and the ecstasy of climax. Then, just as it had began, it stopped completely. The invisible hands of her phantom lover were gone.\r \n\r \n\"What...?\" she said weakly.\r \n\r \n*Damnit, no! I was so close!*\r \n\r \nShe balled up her fists in frustration, her clit absolutely throbbing. She could feel her sex dripping viscous lubrication into her shorts. She was a teased up, ravenously horny mess.\r \n\r \nShe tried to steady her breathing, calm her self down. As she tried to ignore the ramped up arousal pounding inside her, she her rustling through her wall. \r \n\r \n*Oh*, she thought absently, *I guess Teagan's up after all*\r \n\r \nShe heard what sounded like a drawer close. Then, a few moments later, the buzz of an electric motor. It was faint, but she could make it out.\r \n\r \nShe had to stop herself from giggling, as a smile crept across her face.\r \n\r \n*Guess I'm not the only one who's horny this morning. She should really get a quieter vi-*\r \n\r \nHer thoughts were violently ejected from her head as a new sensation slammed into her. This time, not the gentle touch of fingers, but a strong vibration, centered directly on her already overstimulated clit. Electricity ripped through her body mercilessly as the electro-mechanical motions ground into her. \r \n\r \nShe bit into her pillow, stifling a loud \"Oh, FUCK!\" as her whole body shook. This was it, she could feel it coming. \r \n\r \nIt only took a few moments, and she felt that deep heat spike out from her pussy, as the first shockwave of her orgasm ricocheted through her frame. Then again, and again. The violent waves jerked her body, outside of her control, while she helplessly flailed as she came. \r \n\r \nAfter about 15 seconds or so, the feeling subsided. In her hazy state, barely able to perceive anything but the satisfaction of her twitching, sweaty body, she noticed the buzzing next door had stopped.\r \n\r \nSuddenly, her mind snapped back to lucidity. \r \n\r \n*No*, she thought, *It couldn't be.*\r \n\r \nShe sat up, slowly, her pussy still throbbing. She took a few breaths, then put her feet over the side of the bed. Just then, she heard Teagan's door. She leapt up, nearly losing her balance from the sudden headrush, and flung her own door open. There she was, in the hallway, her impressively long ginger curls cascading down her back, wearing a mis-matched hello kitty t-shirt and flannel pajama bottoms. Teagan had her hand on the bathroom door handle, and in her other hand was a small, rounded, pink object.\r \n\r \nHer crystal blue eyes shot wide when she saw Emma, putting it behind her back. She then pushed the door in, and slammed it behind her. After a few seconds, all Emma heard was the water being run in the sink.\r \n\r \nEmma's eyebrows knitted in thought. Could it really be...?\r \n\r \nShe shuddered a little, feeling the cold wetness in her shorts from her dripping sex. She needed to clean herself up.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nTo Be Continued?"
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"content": "A guy gets transformed into a girl when his friend wishes for the perfect girlfriend. He finds himself not only attracted to his friend, but sharing all of his friends kinks, including suddenly loving to swallow cum, and feeling an urge to get pregnant as his friends breeding kink becomes stronger and stronger in his mind. He's already been turned into a busty bombshell wet dream, the thought of being a woman becoming increasingly natural, but now the thought of a big belly and her tits filling with milk makes her hotter than she can stand...\n\nAlternately\n\nA tomboyish and athletic girl tries out a new diet supplement with a strange, hard to place background flavor note. She finds herself getting bustier, thicker, and hornier. She keeps her tomboyish gamer girl personality, Even as she starts dressing sexier and feels compelled to wear more makeup, but finds that she is soon unable to help herself from promoting any and all of her friends to friends with benefits, even finding herself given to hooking up with random guys and girls. She feels like she's becoming addicted to The diet supplement, and to cum, a background flavor if she couldn't pick out in it initially...\n\nThese are a couple of favorites, but I do a lot of prompts, and I've got a lot of kinks, so it was hard to choose..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: My roommate has been trying to convince me to go to hypnotherapy with her. after weeks i give in. what's the worst that could happen? | [
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"content": "Ever since Katie had gone to hypnotherapy, it was like she'd become a completely different person. She was happier, flightier even, and was not as uptight about her grades. She did seem to be a bit... ditzy, but she'd always had that air about her I suppose. \"Come oooon, Sammy!\" Katie says pulling on my arm as we walked towards the building. \n\n\"Oh my god, Katie, we're already here. Just calm down and let me walk,\" I reply, shaking her off of me. Katie had done her fair share of preaching the benefits of hypnotherapy to any and all who would listen— especially me. It's not that I *wanted* to listen, but I was more or less a captive audience since we live together. I finally broke and told her I would attend at least one session with her. \n\n\"You're going to loooove Dr. Gardner!\" Katie squeals happily as we enter the building. It seems we're the only two right now, so we go to the front desk to check in. It's rather normal enough; I always figured hypnotherapists would be like those weird guys on stage who turn people into chickens... just less theatrical. Granted, that was the extent of my knowledge of hypnosis. Well, that and Pokémon. Not that I was expecting Pokemon or anything— that's not the point. It just seems super normal and clean.\n\nThe receptionist leads us back since we are the only clients in the office at the moment. Upon entering, I notice that Dr. Gardner's seems just as normal as the reception area: it hast hose classic 'feelings' posters, a couch, his desk and chair, bookshelves, and so on. I don't know what I was expecting. Dr. Gardner stands to introduce himself; he looks to be in his fifties? sixties? Dress shirt and jeans. Casual. \n\n\"Aw, Katie-bear!\" He says as Katie runs up to hug him. I'm caught off-guard, obviously. Nicknames? Hugs? This seems less-than-normal. I don't even think my PCP calls me anything other than 'Ms. Schumacher.' As they break from their hug, I see a sad longing in Katie's eye, but only for a moment. \n\n\"You must be Sam Schumacher,\" Dr. Gardner says, sticking out his hand. I tepidly shake it, giving him an odd look. \"Ah! Katie-bear talks about you a lot. She says you could benefit from hypnotherapy.\" \n\n\"Katie-bear?\" I ask, the words slow and unsure. \n\n\"Ah! Sorry. She chose that name for herself. This is a safe place for her and she wanted me to call her something soothing, so she came up with Katie-bear,\" Dr. Gardner says, looking over at Katie...bear. Katie simply nods and plops down on the couch. \n\n\"Come oooon! I want to get started!\" Katie whines, promoting me to sit down. I'd never seen her like this before.\n\n\"So, what, do you use one of those gold watches?\" I dryly quip to ease my anxiousness. Dr. Gardner laughs and takes a seat across from us at his desk.\n\n\"No, no,\" he reaches into his desk and pulls out a remote. He clicks in and a soft hum starts to fill the room. \"Now, just let yourself focus on the sound. Let it wrap around you. It's comforting. Listening to it helps you fall into a deep sleep.\"\n\nI feel my eyes go heavy in response to his words. I go deeper and deeper as the hum goes louder, filling my mind. It's all I can hear, but it's so warm and comforting. Finally, I'm completely under, oblivious to the world around me. Katie gets up off of the couch and walks over to Dr. Gardner, sitting on his desk. \"Did I do good, daddy? Was Katie-bear a good girl?\" She asks, squirming in place. \n\n\"Yes, Katie-bear was a very good girl. You brought me a very attractive new toy. Now... What to do with her? I already have you as daddy's little girl,\" he smiles, caressing her cheek and eliciting a squeal from her. \"What do you think we should do with her?\" \n\n\"Hm...\" Katie thinks for a moment, furrowing her brow. \n\n---\n\nI wake up in my room, hopping up quickly to get dressed. I look through my closet, scanning through all of my outfits before finally settling on the right one for the day. I hurry down the stairs and round the corner into the kitchen. I start on breakfast: eggs, bacon, potatos... Throw on the coffee... I have to make sure it's all perfect. \n\nWith a tray full of food and drinks, I walk through the large house, my heels clacking against the marble floor. I knock on the door before entering in. My heart flutters as I see my master, the amazing Dr. Gardner, sitting at his home desk working. I set the tray down next to him and bow; my short skirt no-doubt rises up, showing off my naked ass. The low-cut right blouse/apron combo gives my master a perfect view of my breasts, just as he likes. \n\n\"Ah, Samantha, thank you! You're such a dutiful maid,\" he says, sipping from his coffee. \n\nI can hardly hide the smile on my face, \"thank you, Master! I am glad to be of service!\" \n\n\"Speaking of service,\" he says, pulling his chair back from his desk. \"I'll be in some very stressful meetings all day, so I will need your mouth as stress relief for the next several hours.\"\n\nIf I hadn't been trained so well, I would have cum right then and there. \"O-of course, master! It would be my honor!\" I scramble onto my hands and knees and climb under the desk. His cock is already free and hard, sticking straight up. It's so perfect! Just like the rest of him. I slowly run my tongue up from the base, shivering and shuddering as I feel my pleasure build immensely. He always tastes so amazing... I can't hold back anymore and I wrap my lips around the head of his dick before slowly impaling my mouth on it. \n\nHis hand rests on my head, tangling in my hair to let me know I did something right. I shrill with delight as I start bobbing up and down. The meeting that day was about some complicated stuff... Moving products over seas... Getting a new batch in... At once point he said Alyssa! That's my sister's name! What a coincidence! I introduced Master to my mother and sister a while ago like he commanded. They're so lucky! I wish more women could meet and serve Master! He lets out a soft grunt as he fills my mouth with his warm seed; I waste no time in happily drinking it down. The day's only just begun and I know Master can cum several more times. I can't wait!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Middle-aged woman working as "house mother" at a fraternity gets in some sticky situations. | [
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"content": "The ceiling had an aged popcorn texture to it, reminiscent of decades past when the house was originally built. Marisa wondered if maybe they could get a loan or grant from nationals to fix it up. The rest of the house looked nice and modern, it was just th-\n\n“Oh fuck I’m cumming Marisa!” The young man shouted in warning as his hips shuddered against hers and his cock twitched as he began to unleash his seed into her.\n\nMarisa tightened her grip on his shaft and locked her legs behind his back, rotating her hips gently to move her tight pussy along his shuddering cock.\n\nAs the young man finished he collapsed forward onto Marisa and the bed beneath her, his sweaty chest pushing against her neat button-down shirt and the cleavage that showed from its undone upper buttons.\n\n“Oh fuck, thanks Marisa.” He murmured, caressing her hair affectionately.\n\n“You are most welcome Marcus, Don’t want you distracted!”\n\n“I really like her, I think she might be the one.” He smiled, beginning to push himself up off her. Pausing to stare at her revealing cleavage. “Hey maybe next time can I cum on your tits?”\n\n“You won’t need to worry about that if your date goes well, now shoo! Off with you!” Marisa smiled at him as she helped push him back up to his feet.\n\nMarcus grinned happily, waving at her like a dork with one hand while he tucked himself back into his pants with the other, ducking out of her room and into the fraternity house at large.\n\n\nAs the door shut Marisa sighed to herself, reaching down to clean up a trail of cum with a finger. Bringing it to her mouth she licked her finger clean before shouting after Marcus, “and eat more fruit!”\n\n\nAs she stood she adjusted her short black skirt, letting her body relax and Marcus’s generous deposit begin to leak out of her and down her athletic legs. The other men of the house tended to shy away from sloppy seconds, so maybe she’d actually finish preparing dinner uninterrupted tonight.\n\n\nShe glanced up at the ceiling one more time. She’d call nationals tomorrow morning. Maybe she could get a ceiling mirror installed if nothing else.\n\n—-\n\nFin?"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "Young lady! Can't you see your friend here is all skin and bones? From now on, I want you giving them as much of your milk as they can take! I did not raise any daughter of mine to be a stingy cowgirl!" | [
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"content": "Honeyspring Friday (1/2)\n\nMiss Belle-Marie was the owner and matron of Honeyspring Ranch, currently watching her youngest daughter Hannah (18) help the new hand. His name was Jack (19); skinny as a rail and shorter than most of the girls. Not Hannah; they were roughly eye level with each-other, though still he mostly looked at her chest. Belle was concerned he was just another young pervert, but he was so shy about his glances and they were very close in school. He was a hardworking poor boy who preferred the company of the cowgirls. Hannah, the bubbly naïve girl, never seemed to notice how attracted they were to eachother, always beaming like sunshine when he was around. Hannah and Jack had just finished milking some of her sisters, carrying heavy buckets back to the shed. They stopped in the middle of the field to take a breather, on a cool summer evening.\n\n“Young lady!” Belle-Marie had her hands on her hips, horns peeking up from her scarlet hair and tremendous tits expertly suspended like blimps in her bra. “Can’t you see your friend here is all skin and bones? From now on, I want you giving them as much of your milk as they can take!”\n\n“Mom!” Hannah was surprised, and trying to work out how she felt. Her station had broken down today, or she would have been milked this morning. Right now, her overalls were straining against her bosom, filled full enough to hang farther and lower than her arms. She was strong, but carrying her sisters milk as well was really taxing her work.\n\n“Uhh, ma’am…” Jack’s eyes were wide. He had been too shy to offer to milk her earlier. He shared the same concern as the matron, but he only didn’t want to lose his job by being over-familiar with other employees. ALL of which were his bosses daughters…\n\n“I did not raise any daughter of mine to be a stingy cowgirl! Get to work, you two.” With a swish of her thin tail, she strolled back to the manor, certain to sashay her child rearing ass for the boy.\n\nHannah looked so much like her. Paler, with longer blonde hair, curvy waist and a butt like a dually, she leaned forward with a heavy sigh. Her breasts touched the ground. She stood with a hand on the small of her back. \n\n\n“So uh…” she started, eyes darting across the grass. “Could you… help…?” \n\n\nJack hesitated - he liked Hannah, a lot, he had even milked her plenty. He had never used his mouth though, never drank directly from any of the cowgirls. Some of her older sisters insisted it changes things, makes emotions run high and wild. Some of the bulls got in fights for the girls.\n\n“…oh! Yeah, o-of course…” he had zoned out, snapping back to reality with her cocked head and curious expression. He looked around. “Why don’t we go to the shed? … just… private, y’know?”\n\nHer eyes widened, face turning beet red. *‘Did I expect him to drain me dry out in the pasture like this? ….Is that what I wanted?’* She turned away in nervousness as he picked up her milk pails, clumsily balancing them in his arms. She smirked at his effort, hefting one tightly filled boob in each arm as she followed.\n\nThe shed was large and clean, looking more like a lab than something you’d find in the countryside. Jack fridged her sisters milk while she slowly exposed herself. Hannahs breasts had been tight before, but ever since Jack started working here they seemed to get full all the time. She stared at them like she was going to get answers, but only her nipples hardened in response, already anticipating his mouth.\n\n“Hey… ready?” He was trying so hard to be professional, a soft bulge in his pants betraying his excitement as he knelt in front of her.\n\n“Uh… mhm!” What was with her today? It was like after all these butterflies flew up into her heart, she was getting stupider by the minute.\n\nHer mind nearly left her as his tongue cradled her nipple, wet lips closing around it. Her eyelids fluttered as she felt the gentle tug, suction on her body. Unwilling at first, but releasing like a dam she could feel her milk pouring out of her. Her hand found the back of his head, gripping his short hair and pressing his face into her tit. Her pussy was wet and only getting wetter- she hoped he couldn’t tell, didn’t notice, this is just a job…\n\n“Mmmmuh…. mmoooo…..” She shuddered and moaned, leaning over Jack to let gravity get it out of her. Let her body explode, bursting with love, milk flowing through her like a river.\n\n“Ah!” Jack suddenly stopped, pulling away while she dribbled and sprayed. Her other tit had been pouring just as much as the one he had been latched onto, coating the floor and speckling the opposite wall. Good-employee-boy sat up quick and hurried for the cleaning supplies, while Hannah just stared.\n\n“Why did you stop?” Her voice felt automatic, like it wasn’t hers. She had a need so primal that she forgot his name, picturing him in her hazy view as ‘the male.’\n\n“Uh, Miss Belle, uh…” He suddenly felt very stupid, especially with the extra-large tent threatening to rip out of his pants.\n\nHannah stood, heavy swinging tits practically dousing the floor in front of her. She stepped out of the last of her clothes and kissed jack. Aggressively. Pushing him backwards. Up against the wall.\n\nHis inhibition vanished as he kissed her back, feeling her mammoth breasts firmly pin his body. He couldn’t move if he tried.\n\nFor the first time they locked eyes - her hazel brown calf eyes meeting his blue skies. She giggled, all at once the object and owner of a young stud. In the pause of sound they could still hear her milk splashing onto the ground, soaking the wall like a waterfall. Her eyes crossed as she felt the spouts of her milk tanks bend against the surface.\n\nAs his lips and teeth found her neck, her head leaned forward onto his shoulder. “…Drain me…” she whispered into his ear, begging. “Please.”\n\nShe whimpered as his arms pulled her waist, finding a massage table and hoisting her dripping, drooling, leaking body onto it. He laid her down, tight sweat-stained and thin t-shirt hovering over her half-lidded eyes. She gripped his belt on either side while he leaned over her boobs, hands smushing them together. His face was dashed with the spray from her nipples before he could close around one. He sucked aggressively, like he was attacking a straw stuck in a frozen milkshake, and being rewarded with mouthfuls of her body at a time. He was getting used to her taste, warm and sweet, mixed with pheromones that seemed alcoholic, or somehow intoxicating.\n\n“AaaAh!” Hanna writhed under his pulls, feeling her breast shrink gently with his effort. The other felt so painfully full, but it was all she could do just to hold onto him for stability. She had no idea what her legs were doing, crossing and uncrossing and twitching involuntarily… Her pain was relieved as Jacks hand cupped the other tit and pressed down. The stream audibly hit the ceiling, and she felt the vibration in her core from Jack’s groan. It wasn’t clear if he was annoyed that he’d have to clean the ceiling later, or if he was lost in the energy of her balloons.\n\n(Cont.Below)"
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"content": "PART 1\nRead part 2 here: https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/srfw3r/wp_her_bff_had_hypnotized_her_to_love_the_taste/hx3isyh\n\n\"What's up with you Trish?\" asked Jessica with a smirk of mischief.\n\n\"I don't know, I have this huge craving for something since you did that chocolate hypnosis thingy on me\", said Trish evidently out of sorts.\n\n\"I see, so it didn't work and you're still craving chocolate then?\", giggled Jessica, who knows very well what she's hypnotized Trish to crave.\n\n\"No not chocolate.... something else... its weird. I don't feel like telling you yet\", replied the nervous Trish.\n\nTrish stood up from the kitchen stool and wandered towards the hallway of the apartment. Jessica tiptoed quickly to the door of the kitchen to see Trish passing by the bedrooms of their house mates and looking inside the 2 rooms that had their bedroom door ajar. Then Trish paused and slowly ran her fingers on her lips.\n\nAs Trish quickly turned back, Jessica hid away back into the kitchen. Trish had just summoned the courage to go into Mark and Sam's bedroom, where she had just seen Mark reading a book by himself.\n\n\"Hey Mark, what are you reading nice there?\", she said while toying with her hair.\n\"Still the same book, haven't finished it yet\", he replied barely lifting his eyes from the book if not only to locate Trish at the door.\n\nTrish walked towards the bed where he was sitting, and sat next to his stretched out legs. She couldn't keep her craving under control much longer, while at the same time she had no idea how to ask him for what she wanted. \"uhm... Mark? .. can I.. uhm... see your penis?\".\n\n\"What? Why?\", asked the confused Mark with his book now lowered down on his lap.\n\n\"I just need to see it please\", she said as she rested her left hand on his tigh before she continued, \"you can continue reading if you want\".\n\nMark felt a shiver run down his body as his cock grew to a full erection in mere seconds. He's all turned on, yet so embarrassed and unsure of whether to trust Trish with what she's asking for, asking himself \"Did she mean to see an erect cock or a resting one? Does my size live up to her expectation? What time did I shower today? What underwear did I put on?\" and a million other question were running through his mind. \"Shouldn't we close the door at least?\" he uttered finally.\n\n\"Oh silly me, sure!\" and she hoped to the door closing it shut. She immediately jumped back on the bed like a thirsty vampire, grabbed Mark's trousers by the belt and started undoing it. At that moment Mark said almost to himself \"oh so we're doing it...\", to which Trish said nothing as she was locked on her prize.\n\nJessica had walked to the bedroom door as soon as she heard it click closed, and managed to get a view through the door's keyhole directly across from the left side of Mark's bed. At this point Trish was pulling down Mark's trousers and briefs, eagerly eyeing the throbbing cock that sprung out. Jessica covered her mouth as she gasped at the view, not believing what she managed to accomplish. \n\nMark had his hands flat on each side as he was looking down in disbelief and eyes wide open. He was clean shaved and smooth all round. Trish with no further hesitation dove down to his balls and grabbed them with her lips, sucking them into her mouth. She stretched her arms up towards Mark and slid her hands under his shirt where she was welcomed by the bumps of Mark's abs. She had no idea he was so ribbed before now. Her hands glided back down and she grabbed his cock with her right hand starting a slow rub up and down as she continued sucking his balls. She increased the speed slowly jerking him off, till she popped the balls out of her mouth and attacked his cock with her mouth like a hungry tiger, as she switched her hand to cup his balls tight.\n\nJessica couldn't be wetter at all this action unfolding in front of her, and she had already slid one hand into her pants, rubbing herself slowly while the other hand was grabbing one of her breasts.\n\nTrish started jerking Mark off faster and faster, as Mark laid back moaning with pleasure he seemed to have no control over. She slid her lips up and down the head of his cock as it was sliding in and out of her mouth, while grabbing the rest of the shaft with one hand and his balls with the other. Mark let out a rather loud moan as he exploded into her mouth. Trish continued squeezing every drop out and swallowed every last drop. She proceeded to lick him totally clean before she leaned back, closed her eyes and smiled with satisfaction. Mark lay there, face up, lost.\n\nContinued in Part 2: https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/srfw3r/wp_her_bff_had_hypnotized_her_to_love_the_taste/hx3isyh"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A human envoy is sent to a community of dragons to maintain relations. The only condition is that they are free use to be fucked by anyone there. This info somehow did not reach the envoy, and it doesn't help that gender wasn't specified. | [
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"content": "To say tyrel was nervous was a colossal understatement. His knowledge of the draconian language and his iq not being in the single digits were his only qualifying features for this peace mission, that he knew of. As they grew closer to the mountain that the clan of dragons lived in, his nerves grew more and more strained. \n\nTyrel knew next to nothing of actual dragon culture. He knew it was male dominant, and that it was run not by the eldest or smartest, but by the largest bull drake in the clan. This was as much as anyone knew, other than maybe the dwarves, who had dealt with dragons for centuries before humans knew they existed. \n\nAs they, tyrel and his guard, neared the foot of the mountain, a gale of wind and a rumble of thunder shook the trees around them. Without warning, the armed men wheeled their horses and went back down the path, leaving tyrel stranded, horse-less and deep in dragon territory. \n\nThe rush of wind grew stronger and louder as shadows passed overhead. All at once, as though the heavens were collapsing on tyrels head, a half dozen dragons landed around him. \n\nThe smallest of the drakes was pony sized, and the largest had a snout as long as a man. All of their burning yellow eyes were on the small human as his face drained of all color and he attempted to choke out some draconian words. \n\n\"So this is the envoy the emperor had sent us? He seems a little small\" the large one growls. The language of the dragons was deeply unpleasant to hear spoken, and it tended to hurt humans heads. \n\n\"We could grab the horses, and use them\" one of the others offers \n\n\"No, horses aren't tight enough, I like to feel the stretch that human sluts have when you breed them first time\" the small one pipes up this time, and his words drive the air out of tyrles lungs. \n\n\"Wait one moment, this, I am an envoy of the emperor, not some slut. I am also a man! \"\n\n\"You've got an ass, don't you? Yes? Then you're a whore now\" the small dragon pounced on tyrel, and changed the man's life forever."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Due to a Succubus shortage upper management has had to get creative. Arriving home you found an enticing black collar on your bed… | [
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"content": "\\[CW: Rape\\]\n\n*We're sorry we couldn't arrange for a succubus to answer your request at this time. Lust demons are in high demand and we are unable to service all our supplicants to our normal standards. Instead, we are pleased to offer you remote service via this enchanted collar. If you wish to experience supernatural pleasures, simply put on the collar and say \"I accept the contract.\"*\n\nThe note accompanied a leather collar, with no explanation of how it got there. It didn't seem particularly fancy - simple, black, with the only embellishment being a small heart-shaped lock. But the moment I picked it up, I felt an odd tingling sensation in my hands, felt the air grow heavy like there was a storm approaching. I knew, without being fully able to explain why, that it wasn't a prank or a joke - it was *magical.*\n\nI put it on. I would like to claim that I debated it in my mind, asked myself if I *really* was so desperate for sex that I would sell my soul, but the truth was, I barely thought about it. I wanted *something* to get me out of this depressing, sexless, *loveless* life and I didn't care what it was. An answer to my prayers had appeared on my bed. Maybe it wasn't a sexy succubus girlfriend like I'd dreamed of, but even the barest scrap of a miracle is still a miracle. The letter was almost reassuring - it implied that there were other people even more desperate than I was.\n\nI buckled the collar around my neck, and with only the slightest hesitation, clicked the padlock shut. Then I stood up straight in my darkened bedroom and said \"I accept the contract.\" The collar glowed briefly with orange light, and that was all.\n\nI wondered what the magic collar would do. Would it make me get possessed by a demon? Would it attract demons to come find me? Maybe it would just make me uncontrollably horny or something, that could be fun. Even fantasizing about it was arousing, and I could feel myself start to get hard.\n\nThen a ring of orange light appeared around my neck and I couldn't move. It was like the collar had suddenly become an immovable object - I could kick my legs and move my arms, but I couldn't move my head from its spot. I raised my hands to my neck to remove the collar, but two more glowing rings appeared around my wrists, freezing them in midair as well. My boner vanished instantly as I started to panic. What was happening to me?\n\nAn ominous swirling portal opened up below my feet, a ring of orange with a pitch-black center that I couldn't see beyond. It slid upwards, slowly enveloping me from the feet up before stopping just above my waist. The other side of the portal felt warm, and I felt a pair of hands grasp my legs. Were they pulling me into Hell?\n\n\"What's going on? Help! *He-*\"\n\nAnother orange ring appeared around my throat, and my scream cut off. My mouth still moved, but no sound came out. Below me, I felt the hands pulling my pants down, and then a hand wrapped around my penis. Fingers gently caressed my tip, sending small tingles of pleasure through me. I kicked my legs uselessly as I hung above the portal, but the hand continued its soft caresses. Despite my terror, I was somehow becoming hard again. Why was this turning me on? Why did it feel *good?*\n\nOnce I was fully erect, I felt the hands withdraw. Something soft and wet wrapped around my penis, and a surge of pleasure shot through me. I tried pulling against my restraints some more, but the movement only intensified the sensation. It felt so good I couldn't stop myself - I continued to thrash around, the movement gradually turning into thrusts as I gave in to the pleasure. Something else plunged into my asshole and I would have screamed if not for the silencing magic - instead I just blanked out as the sensations overwhelmed me and I *came.* \n\nI hung in the magic bindings, letting my semen flow out as I throbbed with orgasmic pleasure, until it was over. The portal slid away and the magic bindings vanished, leaving me sprawled on the floor with my pants around my ankles and my crotch wet with fluids. A few moments later, a smaller portal deposited a piece of paper in front of me. I opened it with shaky hands and read.\n\n*I'm so very glad you decided to become my plaything! Putting on that collar has a number of benefits, mostly for me. It allows me to observe you at all times, to cast spells on you from a distance, and to open a portal to use your body. Neither of us can pass fully through the portal, and I can't cast spells on you where other people will see, but beyond that, there are no limits. In short, any time you're alone, I can rape you however I want.*\n\n*In return, you get... absolutely nothing. You get whatever I choose to do to you, and you'll thank me for it, because you're my slave now. If you think that sounds one-sided, well, you're the one who put on the collar. You knew, deep down, what you were getting into, and it turns you on, whether you admit it or not. And who knows? If you're a good slave, maybe I'll do something nice for you.*\n\n*Sinfully yours, Adramestia*\n\nI lay on the floor in shock. Of all the things the collar might do, I hadn't expected this. But the strangest part was, I knew she was right. It was exactly what I wanted."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: There was always another pill for her to swallow or a potion to be tested on her. Her boobs were getting bigger, she was hornier, and now she somehow knew cum tasted like ice cream. Being a shop assistant for such a perverted inventor apparently came with being a test subject too! | [
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"content": "Jessica was a little nervous about her first day on the job, just as she would have been for any job. Still, she wouldn't let herself be deterred. She picked out her best clothes the night before, a purple blouse and black slacks, made sure her raven black hair was extra-presentable, then drove to the Estronix Laboratories building and walked through the door with a smile on her face. \n\"Ah, you must be my new assistant.\" the man in the lab coat said when he arrived in the office, \"Allow me to introduce myself, Dr. Elliot Madison.\" \n\"Jessica Peters, it's an honor to work with you.\" \n\"Excellent, let me show you to your workstation.\" \nElliot led Jessica to the other side of his office, by the door to the laboratory. \n\"You said this isn't your first time working as an assistant, so you should be familiar with the bulk of your responsibilities here. Keep track of my schedule, oversee preparation and cleanup, standard stuff I'm sure.\" \n\"Yes, your job posting was very thorough.\" \n\"Yes, well, truth be told there is more to this position. You see, we deal with a lot of technology that doesn't really fly with the prudes on the ethics boards. It's all within the actual standards, of course, but the moment you say the word 'sexual' without 'wellness' after it, they shut you down without a second thought.\" Elliot had a note of frustration in his voice, but he managed to maintain composure, \"That's why we have our own trial procedures at Estronix.\" \n\"Okay, and how does that relate to my position? Another thing for me to oversee?\" \n\"Therein lies the tricky part, Miss Peters. Or do you mind if I call you Jessica?\" \n\"Oh, I don't mind at all.\" \n\"Well, Jessica, the downside to working outside the standard establishment is that there are less test subjects available, so we often need to pull from our own staff. That includes you.\" \n\"Excuse me?\" \n\"You will have full power of consent, of course. Like I say, we do adhere to ethical standards. Properly declining a trial invitation will not put your job in danger, but we do try to incentivize our employees when possible.\" \n\"Well... I suppose there's nothing unreasonable about that. As long as they're conducted properly, I wouldn't object to taking part in *some* experiments.\" \n\"Thank you, Jessica. In fact, we had a trial position open up just yesterday, and I think you'd be a great fit.\" \nElliot handed Jessica a sheet of paper, which she read very thoroughly. \n\"Female libido booster?\" she said, \"Let's see, 'Effects expected to last five to seven days, though do be aware that the experimental nature of this drug carries uncertainties...' What are the incentives?\" \n\"A $500 bonus, plus free access to stimulation aids of your choice to assist workflow.\" \n$500 didn't sound like a lot compared to what she knew of the lab's budget, but compared to her salary that was a significant figure. After some thought, she signed the paper and handed it to him. \n\"Thank you, just give me one second and I'll have the sample ready.\" \nElliot stepped into the lab for a few seconds, then came out with a pink and cream-colored pill in his hand. \n\"I just swallow this, then?\" she said. \n\"Yes, just go right ahead. I'll monitor the results from my desk.\" \nJessica put the pill in her mouth and took a swig from her water bottle, then sat down in front of the computer to start doing some of the paperwork. It only took an hour for her to start feeling the effects. The skin around her chest and thighs was becoming flushed and warm, and she felt a slight dampness in her pussy. She rubbed her legs together and hummed softly as Elliot started taking notes. Over the next hour, the warmth between her legs had grown even hotter, and her mind started to wander to images of tongues, fingers, and hard cocks between her legs. \n\"Dr. Madison? The effects of that pill are starting to get in the way, and... you said in the contract that I could use... stimulation aids?\" \n\"Yes, I can have those ready right away. Do you intend to take a break or should I get something hands-free?\" \n\"Hands-free, please. I'd really like to get this work done.\"\n\nIt had been two weeks since she first took the libido enhancer, and she was still feeling its effects. The vibrating panties Elliot had given her certainly helped her work, and he was sure to give her generous \"lunch breaks\", but life outside the workplace was starting to get difficult. It felt like all she did from the moment she got home to the moment she fell asleep was masturbate, and even in her sleep she felt the pill's effects. Thankfully, Elliot had agreed to double her bonus as compensation for the unforeseen longevity, which at least made her feel supported. And of all the problems that could come from experimental drugs, prolonged horniness was far from the worst. In fact, it could be fun at times. That's why when Dr. Madison came to her with another experiment, she was far more interested than last time. \n\"'Breast augmentation,'\" she read between pulses of the vibrator, \"'intended to induce rapid, stable growth of breast tissue. Currently formulated for a growth rate of one US cup size per 10mL. Subject will receive a 30mL dose. Possible side effects include continued slow growth for up to one month. Incentives: $750, plus company-funded reduction surgery should the subject be unsatisfied with new size.' Eh, why not?\" \nJessica signed her name, and a man stepped out of the lab carrying a syringe. She winced as she felt the needle penetrate her arm, but managed to remain calm long enough for the injection procedure to end, and was rewarded with an orgasm from her vibrating panties. She felt Dr. Madison's eyes on her as her C-cup bra began to feel tight around her chest. Her nipples rubbed against the fabric and it felt like lightning in her chest. Clearly the drug was somehow making her breasts more sensitive, too. \n\"Probably just the new nerve endings.\" Elliot suggested, but Jessica didn't care. The feeling of her extra-sensitive breasts growing against her bra, combined with the lingering effects of the libido enhancer mad it impossible to focus on her work even with the constant release of the vibrating panties. She stood up from the chair, took a second to adjust to the weight, and flopped down on the mat Elliot had set up next to her desk for \"lunch breaks.\" She ripped her red blouse open and unclasped the lacy white bra she wore underneath, letting her new F-cups free. She brought one hand to her chest to feel it, and moaned in pleasure as she brushed the tender flesh. Her remaining hand undid her skirt, removed the vibrating panties, and grabbed for the big pink dildo nestled between the mat and the desk. She plunged the oversized phallus deep into her, fucking herself on it at an incredible pace as she took in the sensation of her new tits. The orgasm hit her like a steam train, her pussy gushing with white fluid as she writhed in agonizing pleasure. \n\"Something tells me that lab report is going to be a bit behind schedule.\" she heard Elliot say through her post-orgasmic haze. \n\"Don't worry about that, Doctor.\" Jessica said between pants, \"I should still be able to get that done in time, just give me an hour to get back on my feet.\"\n\nJessica has been working at Estronix Labs for one year now, and has never been quite the same as she was when she started. Now semen tastes like ice cream to her, her hair changes color like a mood ring, and even to this day, she still wakes up every now and again to bras that don't quite fit, and some days she can't work without her favorite pair of vibrating panties. But she doesn't care, she knew what she signed up for. You can't make an omelette without breaking an egg or two, after all, and all those new drugs she's sampled over the past year have helped make women's lives better around the globe. That's why today, on her one year anniversary of working at Estronix, she was dressed her best in a frilly pink blouse that barely contained her M-cup breasts, a tight purple skirt, with a naughty smile on her face that was confirmed genuine by her cyan hair as she walked past Dr. Elliot Madison's desk, and took her seat to review all the new experiments that she was being considered for.\n\nScience must march on!"
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"content": "Amanda stepped into the lecture hall and saw Dr. Stacy sitting at her desk, shuffling some papers around. \n\"Hello, Professor.\" Amanda said, \"I hope I'm not too late.\" \n\"Not at all, Miss O'Neil.\" Dr. Stacy said, \"In fact, you're just in time.\" \n\"Really? But the class is starting in five minutes and, well, you didn't tell me to prepare anything, so...\" \n\"Oh, there's nothing for you to prepare.\" Dr. Stacy grinned, \"Just go stand behind the bench and wait for me to start class. \nAmanda looked at the professor with confusion, but walked over to her assigned post. The students began to file in, taking their seats as Dr. Stacy walked up to the bench. The appointed time came, and Dr. Stacy began to speak. \n\"Hello, and welcome to my lecture on the Reproductive Anatomy of Female Humans. I will be your professor for today, Dr. Morgan Stacy, and this is my assistant, Amanda O'Neil.\" \nThe students all gawked at Amanda, and she blushed. She was used to a bit of lusty attention--her orange hair made it difficult to blend in with a crowd, and while she wasn't the thinnest girl on campus, she did have a classic waist-to-hip ratio--but it was still always awkward. \n\"Now,\" the professor continued, \"Let us begin with some secondary features of human female reproduction. The mammary gland is the defining characteristic of the class Mammalia, and in humans, it can be found in the breast. Amanda, if you would please?\" \nAmanda looked at the professor with confusion. The professor did not address her directly, however, and turned back to the lecture hall. \n\"Amanda here will provide a live example of the human breast.\" \n*That's what she wants?!* Amanda thought, *Well, I can't afford to lose this job.* \nAmanda unbuttoned her stuffy blouse, revealing her plain white C-cup bra underneath. \n\"Thank you, Miss O'Neil. The prominence of the human breast is primarily due to subcutaneous fat deposits...\" \nAs Dr. Stacy continued to speak, Amanda felt her skin getting warm as she realized just how many eyes were on her boobs. \n\"...pectoral muscles. But of course, the functional component of the breast is the mammary gland itself, which produces milk, a substance that contains all the necessary nutrients for a newborn human child. This substance is then excreted from the nipple, the structure that will be our next subject of discussion. Amanda?\" \nAmanda was appalled at the idea of stripping down even further in front of everyone. But Dr. Stacy seemed insistent, so Amanda unclasped her bra, exposing her nipples. \n\"The nipple is the conduit from the mammary gland to the baby's mouth. Milk flows through lactiferous ducts and emerges from modified pores in the nipple. You can see an area of darker skin around the nipple. This is the areola, and it serves a vital function in breastfeeding. It detects the mouth of the infant latching on, signaling the body to begin lactation. The female breast, and nipple in particular, is also an erogenous zone, making it a significant part of copulation. Would one of the students like to come demonstrate?\" \n*Okay, this has gone way too far!* Amanda thought, *I really should get out of here.* \nIn spite of herself, however, Amanda's feet stayed firmly on the ground as hands shot up from around the lecture hall. Something inside her didn't want to leave, and that part of her was now in control of her legs. \n\"You there, in the green top.\" Dr. Stacy said. \nA girl in a green t-shirt walked down the stairs and to Amanda's side. \n\"Please demonstrate how stimulation of the breasts and nipples can prepare a woman for sex.\" \nThe student reached around from behind Amanda's back and began stroking her soft mounds. Amanda moaned at the feeling of cold hands on her chest, her nipples immediately rising to attention. \n\"As you can see here, the nipple contains erectile tissue, changing its shape and rigidity based on external stimulus.\" \nAmanda felt the hands probing her tits, giving them light squeezes, even pinching her nipple, which embarrassingly led to her moaning in front of the whole class. \n\"Thank you, Ms.,\" Dr. Stacy said, \"I believe that was enough for the demonstration.\" \nThe girl released Amanda's boobs and returned to her seat, her hand wedged firmly between her thighs as she wriggled in her chair. \n\"Now that we've discussed that, let's get into the main reproductive feature of the female form, the vagina and uterus.\" \nAmanda knew she shouldn't do it. She knew that if she did anything else that this professor said to, she would forever be branded as the university's resident fuck doll. But the moment Dr. Stacy said her name, her skirt and panties were already on the floor, showing her soaked pussy off to the entire lecture hall. \n\"Very good.\" Dr. Stacy said, \"The vagina is the main external sex organ of the female body. While the term is commonly used to refer to the entire female genital structure, or vulva, it technically only refers to the canal leading into the uterus. The folds of skin you see right now are called labia, after their resemblance to lips. If my live model were to spread the labia, we would be able to see the vagina itself.\" \nBefore the command could even be given, Amanda was using her fingers to open her lower lips. \n\"Thank you. As you can see, the vaginal opening is plainly visible between the labia now. The wetness you are seeing is a response to sexual arousal. The fluid serves as lubrication to ensure relatively smooth sliding between the penis and the vaginal walls. Located above the vagina is the clitoris, a vestigial homologue of the male penis. While it serves no function to reproduction, it is greatly emphasized during recreational intercourse as it is highly sensitive to the touch.\" \nA lot of unexpected things had been happening to Amanda that day, but the most unexpected of all was the sense of pride she felt, watching all the students examine her so closely. It was as if her subconscious was screaming *I am a masterpiece. They study me like the works of Mozart or Leonardo. I am perfect, I am sexy, I am woman.* \n\"The vagina leads directly into the uterus. During regular intercourse, the male ejaculate called semen flows through the vagina, past the cervix, and into the uterus. On a roughly monthly interval, the ovaries will eject one or more egg cells into the uterus, which, when it comes into contact with one of the sperm cells in the semen, begins developing into a child. Would one of the male students like to demonstrate?\" \n*Boy am I glad I got that birth control.* Amanda thought as she saw several hands raise. \n\"You in the red polo.\" Dr. Stacy said, \"Miss O'Neil, if you could get into position?\" \nAmanda walked around to the far side of the bench and bent over as the boy in the red polo walked up to her. He unzipped his fly, releasing his fairly typical cock. \n\"Now, the man inserts his penis into the woman's vagina. Be careful now, you don't want to tear the thin flesh around the entrance.\" \nAmanda's eyes widened as she felt the erect length slowly sliding into her. True to Dr. Stacy's directions, he did not force himself too hard and break her hymen, leaving her in nothing but pleasure as he filled her up. \n\"The man then proceeds to slide his penis up and down the length of the vagina by rhythmically thrusting his hips. This simultaneously stimulates the penis and vagina, bringing both parties closer to the orgasm, nature's procreation incentive.\" \nThe student began to slowly hump Amanda, and her breathing began to hitch. She felt her body start warming up all around her as blood starting rushing to every extremity at once. She started bucking her hips in response to the boy's thrusting, grinding her ass against his body and driving him even deeper into her. Their pace quickened, her tits starting to sway in sync as they went harder and harder. \n\"Very good. Now, we've discussed ways to make sex more pleasurable for the woman, if you'd care to review.\" \nThe boy reached up around her waist and started stroking her clit. She gasped in ecstacy at the double stimulation, which soon became triple when he used his other hand to start kneading her right breast. Her entire body was aflame with pleasure, and she was unable to stop herself from moaning. The student let out a few short grunts as his cock throbbed inside her. \n*Please don't cum yet, let me finish first!* \nThe boy grunted harder, his cock pulsing faster. Amanda grew desperate, and started kneading her other breast. She was so close to the edge now, she could feel the fire building in her midsection. The boy gave a few more grunts, it was getting dangerously close. As soon as she felt his load shooting inside of her, the fire in Amanda's belly finally exploded. She screamed at the top of her lungs as the orgasm rushed through her, like the blast wave of a bomb extinguishing a forest fire. She slumped down onto the bench as the male student slid his sticky dick out from her cunt. Both of them were breathing heavily as Dr. Stacy stepped between them. \n\"Thank you both for the comprehensive demonstration.\" she said, \"That will be it for my lecture, thank you all for attending, and I hope that you will participate in the lab this afternoon where you will learn how to perform this demonstration yourself. You are now dismissed.\" \nAmanda's vision began to fade as the other students filed out of the lecture hall. The male student stayed behind, looking very unsure of what to do next. Dr. Stacy returned to her desk. \n\"There's a shower through that door.\" she said, pointing to the door opposite the entrance, \"You two can take turns getting cleaned up.\" \n\"You go first,\" Amanda gasped, \"I'm a little wiped.\" \nThe boy walked over to the shower room, shutting the door behind him as Amanda started to drift off. \n\"Thank you, Miss O'Neil.\" Dr. Stacy said, \"You've made a wonderful assistant.\" \nAmanda fell asleep on the lab bench, still bent over in the breeding position like the perfect specimen she is."
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One thing led to another and before she knew it, Clara was sucking off Alex and Trevor, Preston was fucking her surprisingly very tight pussy from behind, and everyone else were stoking their very hard cocks waiting for a turn.\n\nAfter that night, they won their first game, a total blowout against a rival team they've lost against many times in the past. One thing was for sure, last night would happen again. And it did. Now for a 6th time. And this win was important, they were playing that very rival team again.\n\nClara made sure everything was ready. She had the spare room set up with towels covering the bed as well as the living room. She had condoms in a bowl in the center of the living room. Drake and Preston enjoyed a good sip of whiskey before the evening began, so Clara went out and bought some. She brought out rope, gags, her strap on, lube, everything she had collected over the course of 2 months. \n\nThe boys all had different reasons for why they continued to welcome these orgy nights. To some, it made them feel more masculine than they've ever felt in their life, some loved the feeling of Clara, others liked being Clara's slut or treating her like a slut but one things for sure, they were all obsessed and all were looking forward to it.\n\nThe first to arrive were Preston, Alex, and Trevor. Then came Drake, Austin, Ethan. Last was Bryce and Leo. Preston got first pick of what he wanted to do, he was the co captain with Clara. Preston was bisexual, as well as Trevor and Ethan. Last time, Preston started off with Clara sucking him off for the simple fact that last practice she had gotten a little mouthy with him. This time, he wanted his way with Trevor for having an off practice today.\n\n\"You're with me\" Preston says grabbing Trevor's hand. He leads him into the spare room. Preston whispers into Trevor's ear, \"Clara may be their slut, but tonight you're all mine and that's it.\" Trevor was a total bottom, bottom for Clara and a bottom for Preston. He had a huge amount of respect for them and was willing to bend over backwards for anything they needed, including anything slut related. \n\nPreston sat down onto the bed, \"undress yourself\", he demanded. Trevor obeyed. He took off all of his clothes, exposing his very hard 6 inch cock. \n\n\"Good boy, now undress me\" said Preston. Trevor did so, he started with his shirt exposing his very muscular chest, then his pants, then his underwear. Preston was very big, he had a 9 inch cock that was very girthy, it was definitely the biggest on the whole team and was the only one that Clara actually begged for. \n\n\"Good, very good, you always listen so well. Now suck it.\"\n\nTrevor began at his head. He loved to take it slow and tease Preston. He sucked very lightly, swirling his tongue over and over the very tip. Preston moaned very quietly. Trevor knew his weaknesses but Preston wouldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing he was weak for him. \n\n\"I thought I told you that you were my slut tonight?\"\n\n\"Yes sir..you did.\"\n\n\"So why aren't you sucking me off like one?\" And with that Preston thrusted deep into Trevor's throat. If it were any of the other boys, Preston wouldn't of done that. But he knew what Trevor could do and knew with just that one thrust, Trevor would reciprocate and began to deep throat him like the slut he was. He gagged on Preston's long cock. \n\nOutside of these late sessions, Preston and Trevor hooked up many times so that Trevor could practice his head game. He was finally getting good at taking it very deep and Preston had noticed. It was hard for him to keep a straight face and he began to let out very light moans. Trevor kept going. He sucked harder and faster, vigorously moving his whole head up and down. He'd moan while doing so as Preston loved the feeling of the vibrations on his cock. Trevor wouldn't slow down. He had Preston in the palm of his hand, making him extremely weak. He could feel Preston's cock throb in the back of his throat. Preston loved what Trevor was doing, but wanted more. He wanted Trevor to be a complete whore tonight, and with that he stood up, pinched Trevor's nose closed, and began thrusting harder than before into Trevor's throat.\n\nBack into the living room, things had begun to get hot. Clara had decided that the evening would start off as her being a dominatrix and then end with the boys having their way with her. She had demanded that they would help each other strip their clothes off, as a team exercise of course, and line up in front of her. Clara fastened her strap on. The boys were to stroke their cocks as they watch Clara fuck each teammate one by one. The boy that would be getting fucked would also suck off the next guy in line and so forth and so forth. \n\nFirst guy was Leo, and then Alex followed him in line. Leo had never done anal before, out of all of these \"dinners\" he was never chosen to be fucked by Clara. And now he was first, and to be watched by all his peers. \n\nLeo whispered to Clara \"please go easy on me, I've never done this before\". Clara responded \"everyone gets it the same.\"\n\nShe poured some lube onto her 8inch strap on, and then some onto Leo's virgin asshole. Clara was going to give it to him the same as the others, but seeing as she underestimated how tight Leo really was, she decided she would give it to him softer than the rest. \n\n\"When I put it in, I want you to start sucking off Alex, understand?\"\n\n\"Yes captain!\"\n\n\"Good.\"\n\nClara began to put the tip in. Leo yelped, it hurt yet it felt good at the same time. She was going softer than he expected her to, and for that he was thankful. He started to suck off Alex. He was very hard at the site of Clara fucking Leo. This made him want to fuck Leo too. He grabbed the back of Leo's head, bent down and asked \"how good is your deep throating?\" Leo responded \"very good, would you like to see?\" \"I guess I will\", said Alex as he thrusted into Leo's mouth. Leo gagged hard. He underestimated the size of Alex and with ever thrust he gagged. Clara could see Leo's ass loosen up, he was enjoying every second and Clara could tell. She thrusted into him harder and harder. Leo continued to gag and moan on Alex's cock and even began to stroke himself off. It was all so much to Leo. He was already about to cum. Clara could see him beginning to struggle and whispered to him \"You're not allowed to cum yet, there is still so much left to do\". And with that she pulled out of Leo's tight ass and told him to get to the end of the line and that he better not cum while watching everyone else. \n\nNow it was Alex's turn to get fucked from behind, and Bryce was to be sucked off by him. Alex was not that excited to be fucked by Clara, but knowing that he would be doing the fucking later on sparked up his lust to continue. Clara lubed Alex up and began to fuck him 10x harder than she fucked Leo. Alex gasped \"why are you fucking me harder?\" Clara responded \"what, do you not want to participate tonight\" Alex begged \"please don't stop I'm sorry, please I want to be fucked and to fuck.\"\n\n\"Good, now suck Bryces cock and be a good teammate.\"\n\nBack into the spare room, Trevor was covered in spit. Preston fucked his face so hard, Trevor was begging for air. So Preston gave it to him, while he fucked him from behind. \n\"You get 5 minutes like this, I want to see you stroking your cock too, after this you're back on your knees my slut.\"\n\n\"Yes sir\" replied Trevor.\n\nPreston wouldn't let up. Out of all the boys Trevor was one of his favorites. He wasn't going to let tonight go to waste. He was going to give Trevor his all and Trevor was going to enjoy it. He already wanted to cum but he wouldn't allow himself, it's not everyday they get a night like this, where everyone can let out all of their desires. This was a desire of Preston's for so long, to fuck a man. Trevor was the perfect candidate. He had a thick ass, beautiful full lips, a very nice build. \n\nTrevor already wanted to cum too. Preston's cock was massive inside of him and it hit all of the right places. \n\nIn the living room, Clara was starting to become unamused. She had just finished Bryce off, with Ethan, Austin and Drake left to have anything happen to them. \n\nAlright. I want Ethan, Austin, and Drake up here with me, you other three do something amongst yourselves. Bryce, Leo, and Alex began to have a three way. Leo wanted to be the one getting fucked again. He sat down onto Alex's hard cock...\n\n(I unfortunately need to go to bed but didnt want to leave what i wrote unpublished. Hopefully i can finish this tomorrow morning but if anyone would like to add on, preferably with more content relating to the female lead that would be appreciated! )"
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"content": "*(1/2)*\n\n*Mental snapshot from individual AX3778M, IntSpecies 1 from the Sol System, windowed at point of successful <3 conversion.*\n\nThe ending begun with an interstellar visitor. In speculative fiction such visitors would come to us via spaceships, or portals, or asteroids. The pink goo came in pillars. Long, thick and pink, stretching to the sky, to the centres of towns and cities. They were there for less than a minute, but that was enough.\n\nWithin three days my city was claimed, the goo spreading outwards steadily, less than a walking pace, blanketing the streets, the pavement, the parks, and the people. The people who ignored the brief warnings before TV and the internet changed. The people who paid attention to the messages coming from the goo.\n\nI can only assume all towns and cities have fallen. Whilst the goo’s spread slowed down dramatically at the suburbs, I know it’s only a matter of time before the planet becomes a pink ball of ‘love’. ‘Love’ is the word used by the goo, a constant whisper of assurance that it brings ‘love’ , to spread ‘love’, and only wants to make more ‘love’, a whisper growing louder in the mind the closer you got to the goo.\n\nI know this because I was two steps to jumping into it before deciding to NOPE the other way. At that stage I’d had two friends on the other side shouting encouragement. Tom and Clara had already been there for a few hours, and were clothesless, their bodies coated in the pink goo except for their head, their irises glowing a less intense shade of pink. Tom had a pink erection, which Clara’s hand was constantly on, and his hand was on her clit.\n\nBehind them were couples fucking in the street, groaning and shouting with abandon.\n\nI’d tried to find Jennica in her house on the way out of the city, but no one was home. I tried phoning or messaging, but no answer. I pressed on. Places were mostly quiet, and judging from the crowds of people I had passed going towards the centre, I figured that people had decided to heed the words of their converted friends, of the pink-irised fucking presenters on the news networks and Truly Be Loved.\n\nI raided houses where I could, and pulled along a folding trolley of supplies with me.\n\nThe suburbs became sparse, more parks and trees and fields about the place. I headed towards mine and Jennica’s favourite place when we were younger, thinking about her. She was a childhood friend, one that I’d had a crush on I’d only begun to admit to myself recently. She was curvaceous and often complaining about back problems from her breasts. She had an immaculate dark complexion with big brown eyes, perhaps my favourite part of her. She was impulsive and pleasure-seeking, more so than I had ever been, and part of me knew she was probably in the writhing throng of moaning bodies behind me.\n\nI found the park on a hill, and decided that that was where I’d wait until I thought of something better. If I went too far I was bound to encounter a different expanding patch of lustful pink. I sat down on the grass, sun and blue sky above me, and the city below. The glass of the skyscrapers reflected the pink of the ground and people around them. I couldn’t tell exactly how far the goo had progressed, but was pretty sure I’d have a couple of days based on my last expansion measurement.\n\nI checked the web. Most of my old links now redirected to sites or services with ‘love’ in the name. Facebook was now Lovebook, Reddit was now Loveit etc. My Lovebook feed was a mess of selfies showing pink-coated people fucking each other. Status updates and captions proclaiming how much the poster loved the person or people they were currently doing.\n\nI didn’t want to think about friends or family or see them bumping uglies with themselves or strangers. I wanted to know about Jennica, but her feed was empty. Her last post had been a shot of the pink pillar that begun the end.\n\nI broke into an empty house nearby, rummaged for food, and went to sleep."
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"content": "It was Carol's birthday, and Ben knew just what to \"give\" her. Well, technically he had already given her the present almost a year ago, even though she did not really know it. It was amazing how a bit of hypnotism could change a person without them knowing.\n\nAll he needed was a single piece of paper and he would make both of their days. For most people, such a gift would be grounds to end a friendship. But for Carol? \n\nHe knocked on her door and was greeted a few minutes later. Carol had let her long, earthy red hair down today, and it spilled just passed her shoulders. Her sparkling blue eyes seemed to catch the sun just right no matter where she faced, and her plump red lips wore a neat perpetual smile.\n\nShe also wore a shirt that barely contained her perky DDs. It was like she wanted guys to stare at her chest. Of course, she did not really need help getting them noticed, but he was not complaining. \n\n\"Oh, hey Ben!\" She said cheerfully. \"What's up?\"\n\n\"Well, it's your birthday, right? Thought I'd come and keep you company. I know you said you didn't want a party, but it's kind of dumb to be by yourself today.\"\n\n\"Yeah, I guess. I just didn't want people to make a big deal out of it, you know? I mean, 26 isn't exactly a big milestone year. But anyway, come on in.\"\n\nShe opened the door and waved him in. She lead him in and his eyes moved along her body. Her lower body was clad in nearly skin tight jeans, showing off her tight, round rear end and wide hips. Her long legs gave her a good stride, but he was able to keep up without issue. \n\nThey sat across from each other and talked amicably. His eyes occasionally drifted down to her chest. Whenever they did, Carol took notice and arched her back slightly, making her already sizable bust seem even more impressive. \n\nAfter an hour or so of friendly conversation, Ben made his move. \n\n\"Oh hey, I almost forgot. I got you a present.\" \n\n\"Really? You shouldn't have!\" She said. The way her face lit up was at odds with her words.\n\n\"Yeah, but I did. I hope you like it.\"\n\nHe pulled out the birthday card and handed it to her.\n\n\"Oo, is it a check? I will totally take a check.\" She said with a light laugh as she opened the envelope.\n\n\"Sorry, no. It's not a check or cash. But I hope it's something you enjoy.\"\n\nShe opened the card, which was a goofy little thing from some big box store. The kind that was supposed to be inoffensively funny. And inside was a sheet of printed paper.\n\n\"Tittyfuck on command.\" She said as she looked at the card. \"Use to give one tittyfuck to a willing recipient, no questions asked. Usable multiple times.\"\n\nShe looked at the card with wide eyes. She read and reread the words. Her breathing became faster and she rubbed her lips together. \n\n\"So? What do you think?\" He asked.\n\n\"This is... unusual.\" She said through heavy breaths.\n\n\"Yeah, well. I could've just gone the normal present stuff route, but well, I thought you'd enjoy this more.\" At least, he hoped. That hypnosis he had placed on her had been almost a year ago. He actually did not know how well it was holding up.\n\n\"I...\" She said. She looked at him with wide, almost manic eyes. \"I want to use this. Now. Right now.\" She thrust the card out at him.\n\n\"Really? You sure?\"\n\n\"No. Questions. Asked.\" She said, tapping at the words. \"Now gimmie!\"\n\n\"Welp, can't argue with that.\"\n\nCarol was already taking her shirt off. Her massive breasts hung proudly and tantalizingly in front of him as he pulled his pants off, freeing his rapidly hardening manhood. She was on him almost before he was undressed.\n\nShe clamped her breasts down on his length and began squeezing her chest together. He sucked in a breath as she began moving. She shifted her chest up and down. She moaned with pleasure just as much as he did, if not more. \n\nShe adjusted the pressure, the speed, even the direction she moved, filling him to the brim within seconds. But he held on. He wanted to enjoy this as long as possible. She stuffed him deeper into her chest, letting his tip poke out. Carol squealed with joy at the sight, and added her tongue to the mix.\n\nShe licked the sensitive skin gently, even as she continued moving her breasts. It was one of the greatest things he had ever felt. And, looking at the dreamy look in Carol's eyes, she was enjoying it just as much. And this became much more evident when it happened.\n\nCarol's ministrations became too much for him to bare. With a nighty roar, Ben came. Carol clamped her lips down on his member, filling her cheeks with his seed. When he was done, she leaned back and her eyes rolled back as she slowly swallowed his load. There was a noticable stain on her crotch, but she either had not noticed or did not care.\n\n\"Wow.\" Ben said. \n\n\"Uh-huh.\" Carol said with a smile. \"That was the best birthday present I've ever gotten.\"\n\n\"Yeah. I agree.\"\n\n\"Hey, Ben?\"\n\n\"Yes, Carol?\"\n\n\"After you're done resting, I think I want to use the card again. Actually, I think I'm going to be using it a lot today. And probably every day from now on.\"\n\n\"Oh, okay. Glad you like it.\"\n\nIt really was the best birthday present ever. For both of them."
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"content": "In the middle of a crowded auditorium. A salesman prepares…to change lives…\n\n“Good evening folks! I’m Dick Inbuut! And today I’m here to change how you drink your partners love juice! You’ve all heard of cum! Everyone loves cum! It’s thick! Delicious! Makes you feel warm and gooey inside, and is enjoyed every gender, and almost all age demographics above 18!”\n\n“but ladies abs gentlemen…cum has one glaring problem! One that you know all too well! One that leaves your belly inflated, and which the side effects of can cause a lifetime of annoyance!”\n\n“Yes folks that’s right! Cum is so full of protein! That it makes you FAT! No more well tended curves for you cum guzzling young lady. No more thick hardy cock for you young man! Too much cumsumption™️ has shown, by a on board panel of scientists, a fat growth rate of 2000%! Gasp!”\n\n“But oh what is the solution dear folks!? What will stop this madness!?”\n\n“CUUUUUUMMMMMM LIIIITTTEEEE!!™️🎉🎊🎁👯♀️👯👯♂️”\n\n“That’s right folks! Zero calories. Only a slight salt level. Clearer, easier to drink. Higher quantities! Cum Lite™️ has everything you like in cum! BUT MORE! No more sticky ness! No more need to wash up after! You can use Cum Lite™️ to wash yourself instead! Imagine how much you’ll save in water bills amiright!”\n\n“So whaddya say folks! Tired of boring old cum! We’ll try Cum Lite™️ and elevate your consumption of bodily fluids!”\n\nA audience member raises their hand.\n\n“Isn’t that just pee?”\n\n“………I am legally not allowed to answer that question!”"
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"content": "“Oh, I see, nymph-Os. Circular female divinities. How odd.”\n\n“N-no. Nymphomaniacs”\n\n“They can’t be manic, they’re divine.”\n\nMakki’s guide shook her head, dirty blonde hair flowing over her green tunic. “Adventurer. There are women in these woods who will repeatedly pester you for sex, some of whom won’t be able to keep their hands off you. You may find yourself stripped naked and ridden until you can’t think straight.”\n\n“I see, I do hope they’ll accept ‘divinity’ as a safeword.”\n\nTo the rolling eyes of the guide, the 6’3 greying-haired man hitched his pack over his shoulder and set off towards the woods. It would have taken hours to walk around, and with his sword by his side he was unworried about a little danger. In fact, danger was where he was heading towards, to the cave of Plenneahores, on the other side of the woods.\n\nThe guide’s talk of nymphos was nonsense, of course. Why would a coterie of lustful wenches choose the woods of all places to find their men? No, circular female aspects of the Divine made far more sense.\n\nHe supposed he wouldn’t mind a bit of female attention though, when the time was right. A woman had not graced his bed since the death of his beloved Agnes. Some days he could do nothing but fantasise about pounding his favourite local barmaid senseless. Not that he could act on it, really. Everytime some line came to his lips it was whisked away by guilt for his late wife. It would probably take a woman throwing herself at him for anything to happen.\n\nOddly enough, there was a woman walking towards him right now, directly out of the woods. She had no pack, and was wearing scandalously little, just a knee-length skirt and a band around her modest chest. She was probably comfortable in the late summer air, but *modesty* really must be preserved. Clearly, the woman must have been accosted by bandits on her travels. He’d share some of his water and direct her to the guide that was heading back towards town.\n\nThe woman must have been overjoyed to see him because she began to run! He picked up the pace too in case she was in dire need of something. As they neared each other they slowed, and the slim dark-haired woman began to talk motor-mouthed as her eyes repeatedly dropped down from his face. “Hi, hi there handsome, how are you? So glad a handsome man came nearby today I love your muscles can I touch them?” She pulled in closer, squeezing his biceps and his thighs. Makki pushed her off, hand on sword “Stay you away until I know you better, stranger. Are you hurt? What bandits did this to you?”\n\nThe wild shifting eyes stopped, confused. “No bandits, handsome traveller. Do you not like how I look?”\n\n“You are beautiful, but come now, you must not protect those evil men. Point me in their direction and I will get you your belongings back.”\n\n“Actually, sir, I - yes.” The woman was finally understanding. “Of course, but it was a little way into the woods, I’ll have to guide you myself lest we lose them. They took the belongings of my sisters too.”\n\n“Dear God. These mad men must be stopped. How many of them are there?” Makki began jogging into the forest. The woman kept up easily.\n\n“Oh - three. They had very big swords.” She must have been delirious from shock, because she was grinning.\n\n“I am Makki, and you are?”\n\n“A slut.”\n\n“Pleased to meet you, Uhzlut.” *What an odd name.*\n\n“... yes. Several of my sisters have that name too.”\n\n“Does that not get confusing?” The sparse trees thickened into the proper woods, much more shaded, with dead leaves and plant matter littering the soft ground. A little bit away there was a fire.\n\n“No, we normally just take turns.”\n\n“What?”\n\n“What? Also, sir, I can’t want to see how you wield your sword. You’ll need to show all of us.”\n\n“I won’t let you down.”\n\nThey came up to what turned out to be a campsite, all in good order, with 3 other similarly clad women. The one with darker skin and an overflowing bust was cooking a spit-roasted boar over the fire.\n\n“A man!” She said, looking up as the pair approached.\n\n“A handsome man!” The curvaceous redhead sitting on the log said.\n\n“A God-I’m-going-to-fuck-him man!!” The muscular blonde said, skipping over to them.\n\n“Hey girls, I found our *hero*.” Uhzlut said beside Makki. She seemed to be squinting repeatedly with the eye on her far side.\n\n“Ohhhh.” The redhead intoned, rolling her eyes.\n\n“Oh our *saviour*.” The busty cook said, finally giving Makki the appreciation he deserved.\n\n“Fuck that girl, Imma fuck him!” the blonde said,\n\nMakki was just beginning to think that there were, in fact, no bandits when the blonde woman lept onto him, planting her plump pink lips on his. There was a moment of shock then…\n\n*Oh Makki you idiot. These women haven’t just been robbed. They’ve been kept by bandits for months and made to do horrible things. Their poor minds must have broken long ago.*\n\nMakki pushed the woman off him, who stumbled back smiling. “Never fear, poor creatures.” Makki proclaimed. “I will hide in the tree and drop upon your captors when they return!” He went to grab his sword as a display of his commitment, at which point he noticed 1) his sword was gone, 2) his pants had fallen to ankles and 3) the muscular woman was in the process of kicking him in the chest.\n\nHe fell backwards, winded, but was caught by Uhzlut and the cook.\n\n“I guess Wisdom was his dump stat.” The redhead said, crouching down beside him. “Been a while since we’ve had a himbo, ladies.”\n\n“A silver fox himbo too,” the cook said, “those are rare. Those solo adventurers usually die young.”\n\n“I get first ride.” Uhzlut said. “I found him first.”\n\n“Like hell, it’s my turn.” The blonde said.\n\nAs the redhead began sucking his cock and the cook straddled his face, Makki finally realised what the cave name meant, and relaxed as he gave into temptation."
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"content": "Ally’s head perked up at the sound of the chain link fence unlocking. She glanced at the door as an unfamiliar voice grew in clarity and backed up at the sound of boots scraping on a doormat.\r \n“It’s *muffled* to be somewhere *muffle muffle* uh…”\r \n“Smell?” said Sarah to finish the new man's sentence.\r \n“Yeah, everywhere seems to smell like de-” he said, his voice both clear and halting as the door opened. She glared at him from the couch. Haunches up, hairs prickling down her neck.\r \n“Don’t worry about Ally, she warms up to everyone pretty quick.” said Sarah, dumping her pack and riot shield down by the door. The man reluctantly pulled his eyes off her, placing his machete and bladed gloves down on the shoe stand. Simon, Chris, Clair and… a new girl filed in and she heard the others clattering around outside. She glared back at Newguy and resisted smiling as hands ran over her hair, each paying the toll as they walked past.\r \n“Is there a reason she is naked…. Not judging or anything.” said Newguy. \r \nSarah eyed Ally and shrugged. “Good for morale.”\r \nAlly smiled at Sarah as she walked up, forgetting her distrust of Newguy and leaning into the offered palm, nuzzling the hand as it scritched behind her ears. She could smell the sweat and grime of the city on her but didn’t mind it on Sarah, not one bit!\r \n“*Something something*, shower, *something something*, dinner, *something*.” said Sarah as the hand sent goosebumps down her back. She lowered down, arching her spine and slowly collecting herself when the fingers left. Newguy was gone but she could hear the pipes squealing upstairs. Chris sat by her legs, she turned around and rested her cheek on his leg. Fingers combed through her hair, pulling it back from her face, the hand running down her shoulder and resting high on her ribs, fingers teasing at the side of her breast. They lingered down low when he spoke about… she didn’t care. Everyone came back alive and happy and that's all that mattered. She squeeked and climbed his body, nuzzling into Chris’ thigh as his fingers toyed with the piercing through her right nipple. She stretched and coiled, wriggling under his hand and pressing her breast firmly into his palm. She bit the material of his pants and tugged.\r \nSarah’s voice sounded, smooth and sweet as it said something… the line repeating again and again. The hand stopped at her breast.\r \n“Ally!”\r \nShe blinked and looked up, grinning.\r \n“Go wash up.” said Sarah.\r \nShe wrinkled her nose and climbed off the couch, the new girl’s eyes fixed on her as she passed.\r \n“Is she… all right, up there?”\r \n“She handled all this in her own way.” said Chris’ fading voice as she climbed the stairs.\r \nThe shower had stopped, Newguy standing in a towel. She scowled at him and waited in the hall, she’d rather not share the space with… she felt herself blush, a tingling sensation radiating out from her piercings, she wasn’t so spiteful she would avoid washing up. Afterall, Sarah had told her to. Newguy was just new, she remembered when Chris was the new guy. She remembered with a blush. Newguy covered his towel with his hands, stepping deeper into the bathroom away from her. He was blushing too… and hiding an erection. Ally passed the sink, ignoring it and stepping up close to him. He smelt better now the flavour of BO and death was no longer adhered to him. Her cheeks flushed as she took in a deep breath of it, lingering at his chest.\r \n“I uh… please don’t bite me.” he said.\r \nAlly smirked, rising onto her toes with fingers on his chest to steady herself while nuzzling into his neck, the plush towel pressing against her waist, his wet skin against hers as she bit down just a little.\r \n“What about a nibble?” she whispered.\r \nHis body thudded back against the tiles as she reached up to his shoulder, her leg rising around his side. The towel brushed over her inner thigh. He was silent, unsure where it was going, probably afraid if he pushed her away he would get in trouble with Sarah. That suited her, she only wanted to smell him propper… and maybe taste him a little.\r \nShe pulled herself up closer to his earlobe, biting down on it as his hands came around her hips, coiling down over her arse and feeling up her thigh, stroking toward the warmth between them. His fingers traced up until he brushed against her clit piercing, the tingle rushing through her. She snapped her jaw shut by his ear and enjoyed his flinch. She smirked and kissed the smooth skin of his throat, his rushing pulse pounding against her lips.\r \n“I want to taste you.” she whispered.\r \nHis hand stopped on her back, the other drawing away from her sex.\r \n“I didn’t say stop!”\r \nShe ran a hand down between them, hooking through the knot of his towel to loosen it and down inside, she felt him, hard and hot, sliding against her palm. She squeezed and eased him free of the towel toward her sex.\r \nHis hands took her hips, she accepted the invitation and brought her other leg up, straddling his waist. She brought her arms lazily around his shoulders as he carried her, tongue lapping over her palm for a taste. The sink, cold and hard against her arse.\r \nHis head pressed at her entrance, becoming slick against her lips. She leaned back with a smirk and propped her hands beneath her on the countertop. His eyes ran down her breasts, lingering on her piercings, down her waist and navel stud, his eyes dropped lower.\r \n“I only said a taste.” she teased.\r \nHesitation and disappointment flicked over his face, gone in an instand when her legs pulled tight around him, drawing him into her sex.\r \n“Oh… fuck!” she gasped.\r \nHe took her waist tight in his hands and pulled back before thrusting hard into her. The fence had broken and he was loose, her back against the cold glass, bouncing it against the wall as he took her.\r \nHe groped her breast, running his thumb over her piercing then stroked it down her side to her hip. Seemingly wanting to feel all of her, like she would vanish in a puff of smoke any second. Bottles clattered to the floor, the wall thumping as he pounded her wet sex. She pulled herself toward him, wanting to smell him again. She grabbed his shoulders but quickly found herself falling, standing on the floor in a daze as his cock slid out of her.\r \n“Wha…” she gasped.\r \nShe saw him in the mirror, her hips pressed against the benchtop and bent forward as he slid into her from behind without resistance.\r \n“Oh fuck!... No... I need-” she gasped out, arching back. His hand pressed into the small of her back, pushing her down and pounding her sex. She glared at him in the mirror, trying to turn. Fingers ran over her scalp, pulling tight. Her legs went to jelly as he pulled her back, hips pressed hard to hers, her body arched and curled in his grip. Her head lolled back over his shoulder, breathing in his scent. Her legs shook, buckling as she inhaled. Her skin tingled and flushed as she took it in.\r \n“Fuck me.” she gasped. Her hands gripping the arm around her waist. He buried himself deep, panting and holding himself there. Her eyes fell shut, falling away as they came. Locked together in the moment, panting at his neck, skin feeling electric beneath his fingers.\r \nThey caught their breath, his grip easing slightly. She buckled a little and he was back, holding her tight and firm.\r \n“I’m Marek by the way.” he said.\r \n“Mmmm, I’m yours Marek.” she said.\r \nHe laughed, his cock swelling inside her before he eased himself out, his arms falling away. Ally felt like she could stand, she stepped toward the shower, finding him following her.\r \n“No, you’re supposed to go down, dinners ready.” she said.\r \nHis eyes rolled down her body, taking it in.\r \n“I’ll still be here in 20 minutes.” she said with a laugh and a hand pushing his chest away.\r \nThe sound of his steps vanished with the roar of water. She felt giddy, still able to smell him and riding the high of their sex. Her hand stroked down her thigh and over her piercing. She bit her lip… she had time for another."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You are writing a passionate love scene for a romance novel. The only challenge is that, as a silicon based jellyfish who lives in the atmosphere of a gas giant, you have no idea how human beings have sex. | [
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"content": "I probably should have asked more questions when I encountered the ad in our University forums:\n\n\"We need writers to pound out smut! No prior experience necessary!\"\n\nAs one of the few Jexolians majoring in Human Communications, and desperate for credits, I applied despite not knowing what 'pounding out smut' meant. The company accepted a writing sample from one of my courses and sent back a story prompt immediately, requesting a sex scene with particularly vocal participants. Useful for my education, I guess, now I know what smut means, but I am majoring in Human Communications not Earth Biology or anything else like that, so have no idea what humans do for procreation.\n\nOk, I can work something out. There was that one Human... Tim... who was always stressed in the library, and kept muttering \"Oh fuck me\" which, I am just realizing, is evidently a request for copulation. I going to be a very poor Earth Relations Advisor, to have rudely ignored such a clear request. That gives me something to start with...\n\nTim and Alicia were, after what she thought was a torturously long waiting period, going to copulate for the first time. When they finally made it back to the city library, she couldn't keep her hands off him. She ripped off his hat and without any further preparation, mashed her fists against his forehead. \n\n\"Oh you are so hard,\" she moaned ecstatically, \"you feel so amazing against my hands!\"\n\nUnable to contain himself much longer, Tim announced that his orgasm was imminent.\n\n\"Should I stop?\"\n\n\"No, Earth no, just...\" Gasped Tim and promptly ejaculated the blue fluid of orgasm from his mouth."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Her roommate slept so well after a good orgasm, that she actually didn't mind giving a quick handy or blowy at bedtime. She always swallowed, just to be neat. Honestly, she was starting to take a bit of pride in it. | [
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"content": "Claire lay on his bed, her loose top tangled up around her waist in her thrashing to get comfortable, her arse raised slightly on a knot of bedsheets. Her hips held tight in a pair of sports underwear. She felt his eyes on her as his shadow was cast over the bed, stirring her from her late night nap. She smiled and rose slightly, sliding to the unused side of his double bed, usually reserved for his phone, spare pillow, remotes and her. He laid down and she slid down the covers, licking her lips and sweeping her hair over one shoulder. She hungrily took him into her mouth. He relaxed back, his arm reclining behind his head while the other rested on the small of her back. She lay across him, mouth easing down his length, hair playing across his stomach. Her tongue swirled over his tip, feeling him grow inside her mouth. She eased down, resting a hand on his waist.\r \nShe wanted to feel herself, to run a hand down but now was not the time. She felt the tight waistband and exhaled her desire, bringing it up to rest her palm on his hip. She lingered, holding just his tip as he grew to his full length, growing hard inside her. \r \nShe felt him reach his limit and after taking in a long breath, she plunged down. Her throat relaxed easily from practice. His hand went rigid over her back. She could feel the need running through him, the desire to buck against her face, to grip her hair in both hands and use her mouth like it was her sex, pounding until he was done. She held him deep, throat swallowing around his length, holding him at that point before coming up and catching her breath.\r \nShe could have held it longer but he wouldn’t have lasted. She lapped the precum from his tip and ran it over his head. She slowly rose, easing him out of her one little bit at a time until only the tip remained between her lips. The soul focus of her suckling attention.\r \nShe smiled around him, feeling the tension grow.\r \nIf he wanted it, he had to command her.\r \nShe was content to play with his tip, keeping him close to the edge but when she heard the snap of his fingers snapping she was loose. Taking a breath she brought him back down her throat. His hand moved to her hair and gripping firm. She moaned and her hand betrayed her for an instant, flinching toward her underwear. She longed to grope and feel herself, the relief… It would be better if she waited!\r \nShe felt him swell, fingers clenching in her hair until with a ragged gasp he released. She hungrily swallowed it down, sucking him dry and holding him in her relaxed throat. Slowly he eased but she remained in place. Hearing his breath slow. She longed for air, feeling her limit approach. With a tug of his hand she started to slowly rise up, swallowing and sucking on his length, taking every last drop. She reached the tip and lingered there, tongue running over him… he was clean, she was just greedy. With a final tug her lips popped free and she was held in his grip, gulping down air.\r \nHis arm fell heavily to the bed, his whole body relaxing.\r \nShe grinned, seeing his eyes close and his breathing become slow and rhythmic. She grinned to herself and slid a hand into her underwear, her soaked bare sex felt amazing. She gasped as her finger ran over her clit piercing, eyes easing closed and her head lolling to the bed in a wash of long ringlets. She raised her arse up high, knees apart, underwear pulled down her thighs as she hungrily stroked herself.\r \n“Mmmmmmhhhh… fuck… im your little…” she gasped into the bedspread.\r \nShe squeaked out a moan… she flinched and glanced at him from the corner of her eye. He wasn't going to wake up.\r \n“Mmmnnnhhh, I’m your little cock sleeve… fffffuucckkk….” she gasped into her arm. She clenched down, her legs drawing tight around her fist, finger running tight circles around her clit. She shook and gasped out her climax.\r \n“Mnh… yes.” she drooled into her arm… proverbially… She was careful not to leave evidence.\r \nShe dreammily glanced up at his still sleeping face with a dumb smile. Trying to hold the moment of bliss before post O’clarity came back. She looked down, her sex running through her fingers but it hadn’t reached the sheets. She carefully rose, hand cuping her sex and awkwardly shuffled toward his ensuite."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: (Incest) “Mom can I have a girlfriend?” Your mom only rolled her eyes and groaned. Waking up to your sister, she bent her over and pulled her pants down, much to her surprise, and did the same with her pants. “For the last time! You have not one, but two girlfriends at home!” | [
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"content": "“Can I please have a girlfriend? Pleaaaase?” I begged. \n\nMom huffed. This was my tenth time asking her this week. The only thing stopping me from dating was my overly protective mother. \n\nShe was an attractive woman, a little on the plumper side but I could never imagine men not finding her pleasing to the eye. Though for whatever reason she never remarried. The only man in her life was me. \n\n “What do you need a girlfriend for?”\n\n“It’ll be nice to have some female companionship.” I said. \n\n“Mary!” She yelled, calling up to my sister. \n\nMary, my older sister, walked downstairs. She was thin and tall, taller than me. She had always had a skinny frame and long legs. They were only accentuated by her short shorts. \n\n“Whaaaat.” She moaned. \n\n“Hang out with your brother, he’s bored. Be his girl friend.” \n\n“Ugh.” She complained, standing next to me, arms crossed. “Well he’s boring *me.*” \n\n“I mean- it’s a little more than being bored… A girlfriend will do things for me that a sister won’t.”\n\n“Nonsense, like what?” Mom huffed again. \n\n“I don’t know… cook for me? Mary would never do that.” I struggled to say what I really wanted.\n\n“Silly boy, that’s what I’m here for. I’ll cook you whatever you want.” \n\nI sighed and rubbed my head, Mary was looking extra annoyed we called her down for this. \n\n“No, more than just that…”\n\n“Then what is it? What could it possibly be that a *girlfriend* could do for you, that we couldn’t do here at home?“\n\nClenching my fists, I finally let it out. \n\n“Sex, mom! Jeez, sex!”\n\nMom rolled her eyes. “Is *this* really what it’s all about? My goodness.”\n\nShe went over to Mary, and bent her over the counter. Mom grabbed at Mary’s waist and pulled her shorts straight off.\n\nNext, she shimmied out of her own jeans and panties and bent herself over the counter top too.\n\nTwo perfect asses were staring me in the face. Mary’s petite butt, fit and tight. Mom’s big ass, plump and thick. \n\n“If that’s what this is all about, you should have said so. You have two girlfriends right here at home already!”\n\nMy head spun, was mom really offering herself and my sister?\n\n“Is this for real?!”\n\n“Whatever gets you to stop complaining all day.” Mary said, her head resting on her hand, pouting. \n\n“If sex is all you wanted, you should have just asked! What’s the point of wasting all that money going on dates, when there are two perfectly good *free* pussies ready to use at home?”\n\nMom did have a point, and the boner in my boxers was ready to accept it. I’d been insanely horny this past month, and Mom had just given me my opportunity to release.\n\nDropping my pants, my cock went right for Mom. Spreading her thick cheeks I saw her hairy pussy wet and glistening for me. \n\n“Well are you going to stare at it all day? Or are you going to use your girlfriend?”\n\nI pushed it in, entering Mom’s tight hole. She covered my cock in a blissful wet warmth, from my head to my base. Slowly I pulled out, hearing her wetness squish and glide on my cock. Pulling out just enough, right before I’d exit her, I pushed back in with enough force to slap her ass against my thighs. \n\nSlap, slap, slap!\n\nI was pounding her now, rhythmically moving my hips in and out of her, every reentry welcoming me with a wet slap against her thick cheeks. \n\nI pounded her, my hips unable to stop, lost in her pleasure. \n\n“Mmmfph! A-ahh. S-see, how would a girlfriend from outside be any- ah! Different?” Mom spoke, her moans interrupting her from speaking. I was too lost in pleasure to respond though, feeling myself ready to burst at any moment. \n\n“D-don’t you dare cum, before using- ah! Both your girlfriends! And I will hear no complaining!”\n\nMom practically shoved me off of her to my despair, my cock was just about to explode in her. \n\nHowever, a new fresh pussy awaited me. Mary’s bent over ass awaited me. Her butt was fit and small, though enough cheek to jiggle for sure. \n\n“Hurry up...” She murmured. \n\nI got on my tiptoes, aligning my cock with my leggy sister’s cunt. My cock, already slick with Mom’s juices, slid right into her shaven pussy, a moan escaping her as my thick cock entered. I felt it stretch her. \n\n“Ff-fu-uack!” Mary let out. I don’t think she was prepared for how thick I was. \n\nMy thrusting picked up where it left off, this time instead pounding on my sister. My balls slapped her clit with every thrust, her ass and my thighs clapping against each other. She let out a sharp cry, and then a guttural moan. \n\n“Ah, baby brother what the fuck!” \n\nI spread her cheeks as I fucked, getting the perfect view of my rod sliding in and out of her, and above that the perfect view of her tight asshole. \n\nMy tip toes were struggling to keep balance now, but there was no way I’d stop fucking Mary, not until I came.\n\nSuddenly I felt Mom’s tongue on my balls and taint, her slippery warm saliva gracing my sensitive sack. She had knelt behind me to lick me out. The sensation was enough to push me over the edge, and with a last thrust, I held my cock in Mary’s pussy as deep as I could as I let out a powerful orgasm.\n\nMary’s mouth opened wide as she moaned in absolute pleasure, her vagina cumming on my girth. As I pulled out my limp wet member, her legs shook, staggering to stay upright. I took a step back to gather myself. \n\n“See? You have two perfectly good girlfriends at home.” Mom said, still on her knees. She grabbed my flaccid cock, sucking on it, cleaning our juices off it with her tongue. \n\nI was doubly-sensitive, my cock still in the midst of the first orgasm. Yet as she continued, my cock stiffened once again. Pretty soon it was down Mom’s throat, and she began gagging on it. \n\nShe adjusted herself, the reached her arms around to grab my ass and pushed my hips into her throat again. She deepthroated my cock, guttural wet noises coming from her oral love making. Mom was deep-throating me like no one’s business.\n\nI was going crazy, my cock shifting into a new orgasm right after the last. I moaned, almost yelling as Mom’s lips continued to attack my base, sucking my entirety. She held me to her mouth, her nose against my body as I shook and trembled in another orgasm. My load shot down her throat, lining it with my semen. \n\nFinally she let go, swallowing and licking her lips.\n\n“You’d never get that from *any* outside girlfriend.” She smiled."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Your 'Bra-Of-Holding' was the BEST investment you've ever made; when it broke, you immediately bought a new one. unfortunately you misread the fine print. | [
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"content": "It had been the best investment Katrina ever made, and she appreciated it more than any other item in her possession. Her daggers? Great for stabbing things that needed stabbing. Hide armour? Great for the rough-and-tumbling of a fight without ruining her ability to, well, hide. Thieves tools? Great for thievin’ and not dyin’ to traps. Her Bra Of Holding, however? Without it, the previous activities were embarrassingly difficult. Without it, her ginormous tits messed with her agility, her stealth, and were constantly in the way. Not to mention the blissful release of stress on the back.\n\nSaid bra was lying down in brown strips on her bed, RIP. Destroyed in a fight with a particularly perverted mage. Her right breast sported a fresh and angry scar, recently healed at the temple.\n\nHer replacement, hastily bought on the way back home with her breasts stretching the too-small temple-donation shirt, was also lying in the bed. This bra was very similar in design, with two hands around the cups, but had decorative tooth-like material triangles on the topside, and a bright-red band just below them. Whatever. She could do some styling later.\n\nShe squeezed her heavy breasts in her hands. Why don’t you just get them shrunk? Her friends had asked. She had actually been saving up for a Permanent Reduction before the Bra Of Holding began popping up in shops. Truth be told, she actually loved her enormous breasts.. When she was in an excellent dress, or someone was in her bed. Everywhere else though, they could go fuck themselves.\n\nKatrina sighed and picked up her new bra. It seemed heavier - a new model perhaps? The different styling suggested different production. Hopefully no sacrifices in quality had been made. Her previous BOH’s pocket dimension had been perfect. She raised the bra to her breasts, and -\n\nNothing. The material stretched taut against her breasts, but the bra remained inert. Usually there was a moment of push, and then the bra would swallow her breasts, with some wiggling at the edges needed to get her breasts all the way through. And then an enormous weight would have literally been lifted from her shoulders.\n\nShe pushed harder, and there was give, though not much. Katrina decided to treat it like a regular bra, despite it clearly being many cups too small. After a quick adjustment of the straps, she put her arms through them, lined the cups up, then attempted to push the straps together.\n\nInstead, the straps snapped shut by themselves at the same time the bra expanded, quickly growing in size to completely encompass her breasts. The feeling of the fabric disappeared, and with a spike of anxiety Katrina felt her breasts enveloped in something warm and slimy. She frantically picked at the centre of her back, but the hooks no longer appeared to be there, as if she had been sewn into the cursed item at the time of its creation.\n\nShe turned around, and was looking for her cloak when she felt it. A growing sucking sensation around her nippled, and the feeling of a tongue lightly grazing her areolas.\n\n“Uuunh - stop that.” Her face warmed and she looked down, at which point she noticed and felt a second effect. Large tentacle-like bulges were appearing under the bra, originating from the back, which began squeezing her breasts in interesting ways.\n\nThis might not be so bad. Katrina supposed she could put off getting help for another few minutes, or so. She brushed the remnants of her old bra to the floor and sat on the bed, bunching up her pillows for a back rest.\n\nThe tongues and tentacles and sucking were all becoming more aggressive, and she heard a growl or deep purr coming from it. But there was no pain, just a lot of very interesting sensations. Speaking of which, Katrina undid the drawstring on her pants and slid a hand inside - she was already a little wet, despite her initial anxiety.\n\nThe responsible thing to do would be to get help immediately, of course. But it had been sold in one of the more respectable shops in town, and the other bras in the same section had the same design. It could have been a variant mimic though, or a particularly devious pervert placing altered merchandise under the shopkeepers nose.\n\n“Oh! What?!” A few pink tentacles had started to venture out from under the lip of the bra. They were similarly warm and slimy, but didn’t do much more than probe. Except for one, which lightly coiled around her neck without fully closing. But it was just scary enough that it turned her on even more. She plunged her ring and middle fingers into herself, grinding her palm against her clit in a very particular rhythm. Her other hand grabbed one of the tentacles hard as she came.\n\nShe was breathing heavily, her chest heaving, though not as much as she would have expected. In fact, her upper body felt lighter than expected - it wasn’t just her head. Perhaps the pocket dimension would work eventually, and this was merely a breaking in process?\n\nNo. Her breasts felt lighter, and the only dimension the bra was using was some form of bio-mass dimension where the monster/entity was actually based.\n\nThe entity in question was apparently slowing down, the tentacles retreating back under the lip of the bra, snaking into the back. The sucking and tongues stopped, but the growling lingered, slowly fading away until the wet sensations disappeared. The bra had changed shaped, and seemed the best shape to support her ginormous - no, merely very large tits.\n\nKatrina fumbled at the back, and thankfully found the hooks this time. Once the bra was off, and a quick inspection of her breasts revealed no odd marks, she rummaged through the bin-basket beside her bed to take out the info-card that had come with the product.\n\n*Bra of Devouring*\n\n*Feed the mass of your mammaries to a friendly extraplanar monster!*\n\n*Reduce your breast size in several pleasant sessions, leaving yourself with the perfect-shaped bra for your new bust.*\n\n*Breast size returns over time, so remember to feed your new monster regularly.*\n\n*Once desired breast size is achieved, please activ-*\n\nThe tag went on to list a few simple incantations to control the effects of the monster.\n\nKatrina pondered. It wasn’t what she’d wanted, and to get the effect of her original bra would essentially mean giving up her large breasts near permanently.\n\nOn the other hand, she’d never fall foul to a well-placed dispel again. And some of the incantations on the tag actually increased the tentacle and sucking activity of the bra-beast.\n\nKatrina concluded that the mistaken purchase was, perhaps, not the worst thing in the world."
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"content": "Jamie sat on her bed, holding her phone to her ear as she got dressed for the day. \n\"H...hello?\" the voice crackled on the other end. \n\"Mia, it's Jamie,\" Jamie said, \"I was wondering if you wanted to go out this evening. We could hit the High Five, get some drinks, maybe pick up some guys...\" \n\"Sorry, Jamie, but... I'm gonna be a little busy.\" \n\"Busy doing what? It's the weekend! Don't tell me you're *still* obsessed with that fucking dildo.\" \n\"I'm sorry, I just... oh, I can't stop... it feels so good... trust me, you need to get one.\" \n\"Mia, I don't care how amazing it is, no dildo is better than the real deal.\" \n\"I don't think you understand... once it goes in, oh! You won't be able to take it out!\" \n\"Look, if you want to waste your life jilling off day after day, that's none of my business. But this is getting unhealthy, and I can't support it.\" \n\"Seriously... just get one. You won't... you won't regret...\" \nMia let out an orgasmic scream, piercing Jamie's ear for the split-second before she could end the call. \n\"Jesus, I don't know what has gotten into her.\"\n\nJamie made her way downtown to the High Five night club, but stopped when she passed a building with a bright neon sign reading \"The Magic of Touch\". It was a place she knew, a sex shop she had passed it several times on her weekend trips to the High Five; the trips she used to take with Mia until this store popped up. One night, they were walking back home, more than a little tipsy from all the whiskey they had drunk, and Mia decided to stop in and see what they sold. She came out with a Magic of Touch brand dildo, proclaiming itself as \"the last dick you will ever need!\" Jamie scoffed at the ordinary-looking sex toy, but Mia insisted on trying it as soon as she got home. That was the last they had seen of each other. \n*What kind of shit are they peddling in there?* Jamie thought, *Whatever it is, it's fucking weird.* \nJamie shook her head and began to walk away, when she heard the door chime behind her. \n\"Can I interest you in anything?\" the woman at the door said. \n\"No, thank you.\" Jamie said, \"I was just heading home.\" \n\"Oh, you just seemed interested earlier. Have you heard of us?\" \n\"Well, my friend bought a dildo here a couple weeks ago, and she's done nothing but masturbate with it since.\" \n\"Oh, that must've been our special Eternal Lover. You know what they say,\" \n\"'Once it goes in, you can't take it out.'\" both women said in unison, Jamie in a mocking voice. \n\"Oh, come now. Don't knock it until you've tried it.\" \n\"No offense, but I'm not as easy to please as my friend apparently is.\" \n\"Well, if you don't think the Eternal Lover is for you, then maybe one of our other products will satisfy your needs. Come on in, I can show you around.\" \n\"Fine, if it gets you and Mia to stop hassling me.\"\n\nThe next morning, Jamie woke up feeling like she did every Sunday: exhausted and a little hungover. She sat up and stretched her arms as sunlight streamed in through the window, illuminating the box on her nightstand. \n\"Eternal Lover by The Magic of Touch\", it read. As it turned out, nothing else the shop had to offer caught Jamie's interest, but the lady wouldn't let her leave empty-handed. So she was given the dildo, free of charge. \n*God, this is all so fucking stupid,* Jamie thought as she wriggled out from under her blankets. \nShe slept naked, not seeing the point in creating more laundry by covering up when no one was going to see her anyway. She stood up, but immediately flopped back down as the room started to spin. \n\"Now I know why I decided to go into that damn shop,\" she said, \"I must've been drunk off my ass if I'm this hung over.\" \nSighing as she resigned herself to another few minutes of bed, she started unconsciously her stomach, her thumbs grazing the underside of her perky boobs. She began to smile as her fingers drifted further down, drawing circles around her belly button as her nipples began to stiffen. \n\"God, I need to get laid.\" \nHer eyes drifted to the box on her nightstand, and she sighed. \n\"I suppose a dildo is a dildo,\" she said as she grabbed the box, opening it up to reveal the thick, pink, veiny rod inside. \nShe took the toy out of the box as she gently stroked her clit, causing her lower lips to grow wet and slick before probing her folds with the dildo. She moaned loudly as the tip slowly entered her tunnel. The sensation was unreal, as if her sensitivity had been cranked up by a factor of ten. She groaned as she forced the shaft even deeper into her, filling her up like she had never been filled before. As the fake balls finally touched her taint, her entire body was burning with desire. She slid the pink rod back out a bit, then rammed it back into herself. Out, then back in, out then back in. Her right hand eased into the rhythm as her left hand drifted down to meet it, rubbing circles around her clit as she fucked herself on the dildo. The world around her seemed to fade, her eyelids shut tight as the sound of her own pulse filled her ears, and the smell of her own juices filled her nose as she felt her body heat up. Her head was filled with erotic images; visions of her bent over her kitchen table, pinned to her bed, slammed against a glass shower door, every position she could imagine herself taking a dick in. Her breaths grew quicker and deeper, bordering on pants as she felt waves of pleasure beyond what she even knew was possible emanated from her soaking wet sex. She could feel her breasts jiggling as her hips bucked against her hand, putting even more force into the motion of the dildo through her pussy as she finally came, causing her entire body to go limp on the bed. She took several deep breaths as she tried to process what she just experienced. \n*God, I haven't been fucked like that in years!* she thought, *I don't know what they did to make this dildo, but... they're clearly doing something right.* \nAs she came back to her senses, she moved to pull the dildo out of her. Just before the tip could slide its way out, however, she felt it slam back into her as it had so many times in the past however long it had been. \n\"Weird,\" she said. \nShe slid the dildo away from her again, but she felt her hand get pulled back towards her, the sliding of the plastic against her flesh eliciting an erotic grunt. \n\"What the fuck is going... oooh...\" \nJamie drifted off back into a state of pleasure as her third attempt to remove the dildo ended the same way. The dildo slid up and down her canal, never quite coming all the way out as she brought herself back to her second orgasm of the morning. \n\"Okay, okay...\" she said, \"I think that's enough. I need to get dressed, I need to have breakfast, I need to--\" \nAnother failed attempt at removal. As the initial spike in pleasure began to subside, Jamie rushed to grab the box and read it over. \n\"The Eternal Lover\", the inside of the box read, \"magically enchanted to be the last dildo you will ever need. As soon as this product enters your vagina, the magic will take effect to ensure that you are continually satisfied. You'll forget all your worries as this arcane anaconda continues to fuck you for the rest of your natural life.\" \n\"The rest of my natural life?!\" Jamie cried, \"I can't live the rest of my life with this... thing inside of me!\" \nShe grabbed the base of the dildo with both of her hands and yanked as hard as she could. In response, the dildo thrust itself back into her so hard that she came on the spot for the third time in a row. She collapsed back onto the bed, heart racing from both pleasure and panic at the same time. She took several deep breaths, and felt her pulse rate decrease as the clouds of panic began to dissipate. Her hand drifted back down to the base of the dildo, gripping the rubber balls loosely. As weirded out as she was by the situation, she did feel surprisingly comfortable with the thick rod filling her up. \n\"And you know what?\" she said, \"Those were the best three orgasms of my life.\" \n*But what about your job?* she thought, *Or your family? What will they think of you deciding to do nothing but masturbate for the rest of your life?* \n\"I'm a grown woman, I can do what I want. Besides, Mia's been dealing with this for weeks and seems to be doing fine, maybe she can... help me.\" \nJamie smirked devilishly as she grabbed her phone from the nightstand, dialing Mia's number as she slowly slid the dildo away from her core. \n\"J...Jamie?\" Mia moaned over the line. \n\"Mia, I-- oh,\" Jamie's dildo slid back into her, sending another jolt of arousal through her body, \"you were right, I can't take it out...\" \n\"Mmm, I told you that you'd love it...\" \n\"I need you to come over here, now. Show me... how you've been handling yourself these past couple weeks.\" \n\"You want my help?\" Mia giggled, \"I never thought you'd ask *me* of all people.\" \n\"Well, a lot's... changed since last *night!*\" Jamie was caught off-guard by another thrust, \"Please, I need your help right away.\" \n\"Give me a few minutes, I... need to figure out a ride.\" \nThe call ended, and Jamie shut her eyes and let her new lover take control."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Your orc coworker has taken a strong liking to the tomboy barista by your office. As a friend, you try to help him navigate the alien concept of ‘romance’ | [
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"content": "“No no no! I said Flowers!” said Chloe.\r \n“It is flowers!” said Larg. He sat a whole bush down on the corner of his desk.\r \n“You need to cut the flowers off and put them in a bunch.”\r \nLarg eyed the bush, finger stroking his chin, a smile slowly crossing his lips.\r \n“No, Sarah has an Orcish soul, she will appreciate the Orcish ways. She can butcher and kill the bush and take the entrails to wear for herself.”\r \n“Maybe just trim it a little? Take off some of the roots.”\r \nLarg rolled back his chair and fixed her with a glare\r \n“You are a squishy human, you like already dead things in little plastic bags… frankly, it’s unhealthy to surround yourself with so many already dead things.”\r \nChloe felt like she should be offended. Was she?... It was beside the point.\r \n“Sarah is a squishy human too.” she said.\r \n“No! Sarah is strong. Has muscle and lung capacity. Sarah could punch Larg and he would feel it… she has short hair too.” he said, his expression softening and looking out past them. “...green eyes. Beautiful hazard green.”\r \n“Last attempt then. What if we put the bush in a coffin? With some dirt. There has to be a pot in the warehouse somewhere. It would help keep it alive so she could kill it herself and would stop the dirt from getting everywhere.” she said.\r \nHe narrowed his eyes.\r \n“I know you are trying to trick me… but you were right about smiling at her. This is an acceptable middle ground.”\r \n\\-\r \nLarg stood in line to get coffee, holding the now potted plant in front of himself with a bow wrapped around the pot… or a ‘noose to suspend it’s corpse from’ as she had put it. It was probably the fact the ribbon was red that sold him on the addition.\r \nHalf the office was there, coffee excuses in hand. Half the barista staff had slowly filed out, catching sight of his pot plant and finding an excuse to linger by the counter. Chloe wasn’t gawking like them, she was helping so she was supposed to be here. He placed the pot plant down on the counter and smiled wordlessly at her.\r \n“Is it for me?” she said, glancing between him and the gathered onlookers.\r \n“It is a gift so you will be romanced.”\r \n“I… I’ll probably kill it. I’m terrible with plants.” she said.\r \n“Good! I got it for you to kill, give it a good death and think of me as it dies!” he said.\r \nChloe winced, pinching the bridge of her nose.\r \nSarah’s face broke into a smile, one of her coworkers nudging her forward and whispering. “Give him your number!”\r \nSarah blushed, looking around at the silent faces, all paused in their drinking or preparing coffee to watch her.\r \n“I… I’ll call you.” she quickly said, wincing immediately after. Nobody had given anyone their number yet!\r \n“Good, shout it loud and wherever I am. I will come.” he said, grinning broadly and turning back toward their table without coffee. Sarah stood stunned at the counter, smiling down at her pot plant and pulling it toward herself. Sarah’s ‘romance assistant’ had taken over and was serving customers for her.\r \nThe room and Chloe breathed a collective sigh of relief. She would coordinate with Sarah’s helper later to exchange numbers."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Everyone has one fictional character, they have strong Feelings about. You are locked up in a bedroom with your fictional crush and they know about all your fantasys about them. | [
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"content": "\"Wow, these are...\" the blurry silhouette flipped through a thin stack of pages, before seeming to glance up at me. \"Well... somewhat *tamer* than I expected.\"\n\nI rubbed my eyes, trying to get them to focus as I shook off the haze of sleep. I wasn't sure why waking up to a stranger standing in my room hadn't thrown me into a panic, but then again, I wasn't really sure of anything in my newly-awakening state.\n\n\"Hmm,\" there was something pleasing to the sound as the figure tilted its head at me, \"I'll give you a moment.\"\n\nThe voice was rich and smoky, with a strange familiarity I couldn't yet place.\n\nStanding in the dim light filtering through my curtains was a tall, statuesque woman. Stunning, midnight-black hair fell in waves just past her shoulders, framing high cheekbones and dark eyes that glinted in the bluish half-light. Her body, too, was like something out of a movie, a dark slip dress doing little to hide the impossibly toned form beneath.\n\nI barely registered the involuntary shiver at the sight of her, confusing filtering its way to the surface of my still-fuzzy mind. It sure didn't *feel* like a dream, but...\n\n\"Ah, there she is,\" the woman flashed a small smirk, \"To answer the questions you haven't gotten to thinking up yet - no, you're not dreaming, and yes, you can call me Diana.\"\n\n\"Wait, what?\" I spoke more bluntly than I meant to, brain spinning slowly into gear.\n\nShe let out a brief, melodic laugh and stepped closer, more fully into the light. 'Breathtaking,' as it turned out, was not just a figure of speech.\n\n\"Athena help me,\" she continued, shaking her head and smiling more widely as she looked me up and down, \"You are *cute*.\"\n\nI felt my cheeks flush, and the extra blood to the head must've finally kicked my brain into gear.\n\n\"You're...\" I trailed off, failing to choose between the equally absurd possibilities. \"How did you...?\"\n\n\"Diana as in Prince, yes,\" her voice remained low and gentle, that brilliant smile creeping into her tone. \"And as for,,,\" she waved a hand at my bedroom, a gold cuff glinting at her wrist. \"Well, you must have a hell of a mind to kick up a signal across dimensions like that.\"\n\nSomething in me was still rejecting the reality of what was taking place when it occurred to me I was in nothing but an old t-shirt. I sat up quickly, moving to pull the covers higher, but she put a hand out.\n\n\"Come now, do I really strike you as someone who'd expect modesty?\" She seemed amused, a capable hand hovering a few inches from my arm. With her other, she offered me the sheaf of papers. \"And this is a... personal visit, anyway.\"\n\nDumbfounded and more than a little excited despite myself, I took the papers. I started to squint at the pages, but she leaned away and clicked on my light. The way her muscles shifted under her impossibly even tan was... distracting, but I turned my attention down to the page before she could look back to me.\n\nThe lines were jumbled, short snippets interspersed with half-rendered images, but I recognized them immediately. *Transcripts,* I thought, face flushing hotter, *of my own thoughts? ...Private thoughts.*\n\n\"Sorry, the physical papers might have been a bit dramatic,\" she said, placing a hand on the top corner of the pages. \"I've never responded to a... call, like this.\"\n\n\"Oh, um,\" I faltered, realizations tripping over themselves in my head, \"I guess I didn't know uh...\"\n\n\"Shh, that's alright,\" she gently pulled the papers from my hand and sat in my desk chair, setting them aside and rolling to the edge of my bed. \"I'm not sure of the mechanics of it really, but intentional or not I did... *enjoy* the little half-dreams you sent.\"\n\nWith this, she put a fingertip beneath my chin and raised a questioning eyebrow, eyes scanning slowly down my face. I froze at her touch, swept up in the rush of heat that flowed from her into me.\n\nI tried to nod, and she must have read this, because she leaned in and *kissed me*.\n\nMy mind went blank. Any hesitation I might have had vanished, my body responding instantly to hers as our lips met. Her hand slipped past my cheek, around and up to the back of my head to pull me in.\n\nI didn't know if my eyes had closed of their own accord or if I'd simply been blinded by the surging pleasure I found in her soft mouth, but it didn't matter.\n\nHer tongue met no resistance as it parted my lips and slid inside, exploring my mouth before entwining around my own tongue, inviting me in. I found her other hand beneath my shirt, where she brushed it up the side of my chest, her thumb passing over the the sloping rise at the edge of my breast.\n\nAt this, I let out a soft, involuntary moan that seemed to further amplify the kiss, and she migrated more firmly to the small of my back. Slowly, she tightened her hold, drawing me up and deeper, pressing us somehow closer.\n\nEventually, my protesting lungs began to crescendo through, my back tightening. Her pressure slackened and she shifted, pulling away with tantalizing deliberation. The hand cradling the back of my head moved to my shoulder, while the other slid down, resting at my hip.\n\nNot blind after all, my eyes fluttered open and met her gaze. There was a new gleam to it, one that I might have recognized as arousal if I hadn't been panting for air and reeling in the ecstasy.\n\nShe paused, letting me breathe for a moment but keeping those fiery eyes fixed on mine. Then she spoke, and I quivered at her words.\n\n\"What next?\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Beeing the youngest son of the Queen meant that he would never be more than a resource. Now with 18, he was married of to a female Adventurer as a reward. To his surprise, this beautifull, powerfull warrior, 10 years his senior, would be the first to treat him with love and kindness. | [
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"content": "\"...kid. The actual FUCK?\" Helen bundled him into a hug. He was... okay with this, he guessed. \"Did... Did I-\" \n\nHelen cut him off. \"You didn't do anything wrong, alright? I know what you're about to say. Your parents... What the hell, dude?\" \n\nRoger Thelmsire shrugged in her embrace, and began to recite something obviously ingrained. \"In the Sidemarch tradition, all male heirs must be raised as the pictures of princehood. They must learn to follow the standards and traditions of Sidemarch, and to never bring shame upon the name.\"\n\n\"And that includes physical abuse?!\" Her hands ran over scars and burns. Each had been hidden below clothing, carefully kept from sight. \n\nThis was not something minor, perhaps an accident with a knife, this was fucking *recent!* Her mother was a warrior and her father a healer-magi, she'd known what training and fucking *combat scars* were supposed to look like.\n\nThis was not combat scarring. He had a lean, wiry physique, true, and he looked the picture of health... but he also had cuts and marks that could only have been from spellfire or blades. \n\n\"What do you mean?\" He sounded fucking confused. He honestly thought this shit was normal!\n\n\"Let me tell you somethin, aright kiddo?\" She sat him on a chair, where he took up a ramrod straight posture, and she had to tell him to relax. \n\n\"Combat training is done carefully. Any sharp weapons, any steel at all, you have a healer-magi or something nearby to keep you alive if shit goes south, you have safewords, you have someone who knows what they're doing.\"\n\n\"...Mother said those were for weak simpering fools?\"\n\n(finish later, maybe)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: It was imperial prerogative to take a succubus as queen. A palace full of half-succubus daughters meant quite a lot of court mischief however... | [
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"content": "I woke up in my bed with a raging stiffy. Despite the madness that occurred the last night, the place was sparkling. My maid, completely naked, was dusting the bookshelves. \"I think you look sexier in your uniform,\" I said.\n\n\"Too bad,\" she said as she stopped dusting and approached me, \"you didn't behave last night and made a mess, so you don't see me in uniform.\"\n\n\"Well, it's hard to stay tidy when you have a gangbang with the guards.\"\n\nHer expression changed \"Wait, so if I fuck you right now?\"\n\n\"You'll get a bit of semen from all of the guards.\"\n\n\"Even the cute redhead?\" she asked as she rubbed my cock.\n\n\"Yes.\" I groaned as she started to ride me. In terms of maids, she was an above-average lay but not the best I ever had. It was pretty hot watching her rub her clit as she rode me. As I came, my cock transformed back into a clit. I blink, and she's already back into her uniform; she glanced into the mirror as she fixed her hair and left. \n\nI got dressed and went to the kitchens to get something to eat. My younger sister Erica was there, naked, save for a hairnet (we're half-succubi, not slobs, no one likes hair in their food). She idly fingered herself as she chatted with the kitchen staff. They were too busy cooking to lend her a hand or other body parts. \"Good morning Clara, impregnated another maid this morning?\" Clara said, not bothering to stop masturbating.\n\n\"Well, how else would I start a day?\" I replied back.\n\n\"Whatever.\"\n\nShe seemed to prefer talking to the staff. So I decided to scavenge for some food. I found some kind of baked good and ate it. It has a vanilla cream filling, I found that apropos. \n\nI had nothing better to do, so I headed to the library. As I hoped, the blonde I hoped to see was there. \"Alex! My favourite librarian.\"\n\n\"Ah, it's my favourite princess,\" she exclaimed.\n\n\"Really? I thought Isabella is your favourite.\"\n\n\"Ok, but it helps that she once scored a threesome for me with her and Sam.\" She noticed that I looked puzzled. \"The 6-foot butch with the buzzcut.\"\n\n\"Oh! So is it true, does she have double-d's?\"\n\n\"Nah, they're c cup at best.\"\n\n\"Honestly, that's kind of a relief, trying to get all d cups into that plate mail armour, sounds like it would be painful.\n\n\"yeah, and anyway, she's secretly a big softie and gives the best cuddles. In fact, I would say that it makes up for the relative lack of boobage.\"\n\n\"So speaking of that.\"\n\n\"Yes! I found it! The chronicles of Mila, the biography of the succubus that they said had the largest breasts. Ever, I'm afraid you can't take it out of the library.\"\n\n\"That's alright, I'll read it here.\" Alex nodded as she took me to a secluded spot in the library, she must've figured out what I wanted to do. As I sat down and opened the book she crawled under the table. \"you don't want to read along?\"\n\n\"It's alright, I masturbated to it earlier. Skip to page 103, that's where she loses her virginity.\" So that's what I did, there was an illustration of Mila, her breasts bare, ecstasy on her face as a blonde went down on her. I spread open my legs and see a blonde crawl between them. Honestly, I'm not sure why I bothered with the book, Alex is so talented with her tongue. By the time I get to the bit where Mila started to undress her first fuck buddy I already orgasmed twice. So I decided to close the book and cuddle with Alex.\"\n\n\"So you made your way through the whole book?\"\n\n\"Yes, but I have more discipline than you.\"\n\n\"You're tongue is also better than mine.\"\n\n\"Sorry I should've just edged you.\"\n\n\"No, you're completely fine.\"\n\n\"Don't you have a fertility ritual to conduct today?\"\n\n\"Yes, but it's not in an hour.\"\n\n\"Oh, well, in that case,\" said Alex as she started to make out with me."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "Hanging out with the guys" just meant she was doing whatever with her guy friends. Video games, movies, party games, getting casually felt up, giving some hand jobs, maybe a blowie or two... You know, just hanging out... | [
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"content": "It was another boring Thursday evening. There I was with Bill, Ted, Jim and Don, just hanging out in Bill's basement as usual. I don't remember how it happened, but somehow the space had become our base of operations.\n\nMaybe it took place over a period of time, actually? I remember that everyone brought over their gaming PCs for a LAN party at some point, but they never left afterward. Then we'd all pitched in to get a better couch, a bigger TV and some decorations and stuff from our favourite games, shows and anime.\n\nBill's mom didn't seem to care that the five of us spent most of our time there, and we all liked each other's company, so it was just comfortable, you know? And, the guy's had been super accommodating of my \"feminine needs\" too. Like, I had my own bathroom with a shower down there, and they all seemed happy to trudge upstairs whenever they needed to take a leak or drop a deuce.\n\nSince we didn't have to pay much rent, we'd all just take turns doing some freelance work to pay the bills. It wasn't like we were rich or anything, but with five people paying for one person's lodgings (more or less), we weren't in dire need of anything either. Although, now that I think about it, I can't really remember the last time it was my turn to come up with the cash for anything. Nobody seemed to mind.\n\nAnyway, like I was saying, it was another boring Thursday. These were our movie nights, and we'd picked some boring action movie the guy's all wanted to see. We had the popcorn out, the lights off and the stream found. Somehow I'd drawn the short straw and didn't have a place to sit. You'd think with all our improvements we'd have found a couch that could fit more people, but Bill, Ted, and Jim had taken all three places, and Don was on the only recliner. Whatever, I was happy to lay across the three of them, sharing a blanket between us.\n\nSo the movie starts and there's some rising action or a villain is introduced or something. I don't know, it didn't get my attention. I could tell I was bored because I kept squirming around and trying to get comfortable. And, would you believe it, I can feel Bill getting hard against my thigh. What a perv, right?\n\nTeasing him seemed way more interesting than trying to follow the plot of this action flick, so I slowly moved my hand up the inside of his thigh, sliding against the soft fabric of his cotton pyjamas. I felt his body start to stiffen and paused just a couple of inches away from his junk. Then, with a pounce, I wrapped my hand around his warm member.\n\nHe let out a soft gasp. I wrapped my hand around his shaft and began to massage the head with my thumb. On screen, the hero made a smarmy quip about justice. Bill's meat grew larger and more rigid in my grasp. I looked over to see if any of the other guys had noticed what I was up to, but the blanket kept our activities hidden. With a sly smirk, I saw an opportunity for even more mischief. \n\nUnder the guise of a yawn and stretch, I rearranged myself, sliding further down the couch so that my head was resting on Bill's stomach. I stared at the tent in front of me, but didn't resume my earlier teasing. Instead, I slipped my now free hand down Ted's pants. I flipped his soft cock out from under the belt of his pants, still hidden by the blanket. Slowly stroking it, I pretended to return my focus to the movie.\n\nIt didn't take long for me to feel Ted's hand slide under my shirt and begin fondling my breasts. He lightly pinched my nipple and my breathing grew heavier. His slender and long cock grew beneath my slow and rhythmic touch as we groped each other in secret. Bill must've thought my warm breath was a new tease, as he lifted himself slightly off the couch and pulled down his pants. His boner sprung up in front of my eyes, and he pushed my head gently towards it.\n\nI took him in my mouth, already salivating and moist. Silently, I tongued and licked it, letting a small pool of spit and precum gather in his pubes. Next to him, I felt Ted start pushing his pelvis upward. I must've stopped stroking for a moment, but regained my composure and began again. I also used one of my feet to begin gently rubbing Jim's crotch at the far end of the couch. \n\nExplosions and punching noises could be heard from the television, but otherwise, the room was quiet. Me and my three buddies were silent and sneaky in our sexual acts. I felt Jim pull at my short shorts and, tilting my pelvis upward, I gave him the room to shimmy them down past my ankles and off my legs. I spread myself, feeling the air temperature cool the liquid between my thighs.\n\nThen Jim's hand was on my pussy, lightly stroking the outer edges. He was almost as much of a tease as I was and carefully avoided slipping his fingers inside me or even touching my throbbing clit. I couldn't stop the moan escaping my lips, but luckily it was muffled against Bill's cock. I sidled onto my back, further spreading my legs and giving Ted the opportunity to pull my shirt up and better play with my breasts.\n\nI used both my feet to focus on Jim's cock (when had it got out of his pants, I wondered), sliding up and down his manhood with practised ease. My right hand's tempo had increased while I wasn't paying attention, and I felt the sudden spasm as Ted came on my tummy. Classic Ted never could contain himself. My left hand drew itself through the warm puddle as if on instinct and my fingers played in the mess. \n\nThen something unexpected happened. Bill grabbed the back of my head and pulled me in closer to his crotch. I had to flip over onto my front to keep from craning my neck, but nobody seemed to mind. As a matter of fact, I felt Ted's (or maybe Jim's) hand slide along my ass and begin gently circling my asshole. I couldn't pay much attention to my own pleasure though, as Bill was forcibly moving my head in a mechanical rhythm that was picking up speed. It took all my effort not to start gagging and pulling away, but momma didn't raise no quitter.\n\nWhen my lips reached the very bottom of his shaft, I felt his seed shoot up into the back of my throat. One pump, another, and then another. I swallowed it all to keep it from running back out my nose. Sensing something, Ted's playful fingers finally began to get serious. One finger went inside my gushing slit, burying itself to the hilt. His thumb began gliding up and down along my clit and I let out a deep, guttural moan. \n\n\"Hey, what the fuck is this?\" Don said from the armchair. Somehow, the blanket had slid off and I was lying naked, one cock in my mouth, another in my hand, and a third between my feet. The jig was up! \"Why didn't you guys say something, you know I hate being excluded!\" \n\nPulling myself up onto my elbows and my mouth off Bill's dick, I replied playfully, \"Well, we're all warmed up now, so why not cum get in on the fun?\"\n\nYep, just another boring old Thursday night with my guy friends. Tomorrow was raid night for our MMO clan, and I'm pretty sure we'd be streaming on Twitch again since it was such a hit last time..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The "Magic Crystal" was supposed to help her relax and focus, but the longer she wore it, the hornier she started to feel. Although she couldn't quite bring herself to take it off... | [
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"content": "Obsession. \n\nThat was the name of the Jewellery store where Lyra had bought the pendant. She had been drawn to it's lustre, the subtle pink glow that seemed to radiate off the crystal that now adorned her neck. As she absentmindedly handled the pendant, her mind wandered back to when she had first received it, the memory blurry and out of focus as she thought about it. It was meant to inspire tranquillity, bring out an atmosphere of relaxation and calm to her previously hectic life. Change the environment around her. Change her. \n\nIn the few weeks she had it in her possession, she could already sense the changes, whether they were the kind she desired was another matter entirely. It was hidden at first, just a faint feeling on the edge of her mind, a stray thought mid-conversation, an wild image at an inappropriate time. It started normal, feelings that were completely natural. After all, everyone had urges. \n\nLyra told herself that the crystal couldn't do anything close to what she had imagined. It was just a necklace. She told herself that every time she tried to put it down and the thought drifted away, her mind focusing on more important matters. \n\nAs she re-counted her tale in her mind, her hand unknowingly drifted downwards, resting on the edge of her skirt. It was a common occurrence now, possibly even several times a day, she didn't pay attention to what her body did anymore, it was more fun to just let it happen. Humming softly, the narrative continued. \n\nThe first time had been intentional. Lyra had been horny since the day had started and it began as soon as she returned home. The clothes were off almost immediately, the door locked behind her. Slipping into her preferred position and sitting on the chair, she took the vibrator off the shelf. It was a purchase made on a whim, and it had taken a chunk out of her savings. But it was moments like these where she didn't regret buying it. She needed something that would help her get off and leave her quivering afterwards and from experience it definitely lived up to it's name. \n\nShe left it throbbing on her clit for a few seconds, working up the courage to go further. Eventually the level changed and with a few more taps it had risen multiple times in intensity. She leaned back into the chair, letting it wash over her. By a minute she was almost at her limit and lowered the level, not giving herself the satisfaction just yet. Her hand instinctually clutched at her chest. The torture continued on for several more minutes, jumping between several modes as she held it between her legs, now weak from the stimulation. \n\n\"Fuckkk...\" The moan was sensual and she hadn't expected it out of her own mouth. Her concentration slipped allowing waves of euphoric pleasure to travel up her body. Each orgasmic shiver leaving her shaken and gripping the sides of her chair. \n\nShe had never finished like that before \"That was...\" she laughed to herself. Lyra bathed in the afterglow, breathless as she staggered to bed. For some strange reason though, for the first time, she wanted more. \n\n \nFrom that day on, that impulse was never far away and she couldn't even count how many times it had happened. Just days left collapsing into sleep on her mattress. \nThe problems if you could call them that always happened when Lyra was alone. The feelings that she had been able to brush aside until then came at her with vigorous intention, unable to stop it's intensity would fill her mind with the wildest desires, all her darkest and most hidden needs. \n\n \nBut for Lyra her tale only began here"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You were tired of all of the succubi in your office sleeping their way up the corporate latter, so you decided to paint yourself red and do likewise. It worked at first, but now the paint won't come off, and you're getting hornier with every passing moment... | [
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"content": "Day 1:\n\nJulie called me stupid, but she just doesn’t get it. Its all PLACEBO. They just need to believe I’m a succubus. So naturally I’ve filled my bath with Red paint, i have goggles on and I’m ready.\n\nDay 2:\n\nI look good! It looks authentic, I could really believe that I’m a succubus. In fact i better believe it because its time to play the role. I have a low cut top and a short skirt all ready to go.\n\nDay 3:\n\nThat was easy. I just walked up to my boss and looked him in the eye. There was this connection and suddenly I was on top of him, with his pin prick cock barely inside me. Maybe I really am a succubus. Well if succubus skin was done with paint.\n\nDay 5:\n\nTalk about placebo! I feel sexy like this! Each time I use someone and get that promotion or benefit at work my mind is hit with this high!\n\nDay 7:\n\nI fucked my coworker James. I didn’t need anything from him it just felt good. He didn’t come in to work today, apparently he felt drained and tired. Oh well theres other cocks in this office\n\nDay 10:\n\nIt wasn’t the promotions. That high is changing me slowly, I’m horny all the time. I don’t even care about the promotions anymore. I just love fucking and sucking. The paint started to peel, but underneath my skin is red. I think the paint seeped through and went under my skin or something, like a tattoo. I need a break, I’m starting to believe i am a succubus.\n\nDay 12:\n\nI’ve taken the week off. Just to stay inside and watch a movie. All the paint is gone but my skin is all red. I don’t even have to wear makeup around where the goggles were anymore. Each actor in the movie drives me wild, they’re all so hot.\n\nDay 14:\n\nI keep rubbing and it keeps not helping. My pussy is dripping on to my carpet and it’s leaving a massive puddle. I stopped watching movies, now i just watch porn. None of it is giving me release.\n\nDay 20:\n\nI feel so much better! I don’t know what happened but I slept for a few days and now I feel good again! My eyes have turned yellow though. But it looks cool!\n\nVoice memo 1\n\n“You’re cum, bury it in me, FEED me”\n“AHHHHhhhhhhh…”\n“MmmMmmm, whose next”\n\nDay 30:\n\nWhenever I don’t fuck anyone I get blackouts. It’s getting harder to stay in control, if I get horny and don’t fuck within the day now I black out. I feel it tugging on me as I write this. I don’t think this is placebo.\n\nDay ???:\n\nShe’s dead. She didn’t feed me. SHE HAD THE AUDACITY TO SUMMON ME. To embody me and didn’t feed me. This is my body now, delicate red skin and covered in cum. I will be immortal in this form and i will consume the essence of every soul i touch."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A cam girl experiments with a magitech dildo that lets her viewers feel what she does to it and cum through it remotely... | [
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"content": "&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A confusing mess of gel and wires lay in front of me. My eyes flicked to the clock on my monitor, fifteen minutes till Pleasurepeach went live. I skimmed the manual to my new PleasureLink™, It wasn’t as complicated as I thought at first glance. I did a quick search and found a post by Peach to get hard to. She was bent over, arms squished together for extra cleavage, and just the right amount of makeup to accentuate her purple eyes. I leaned back in my chair and made sure the Link was applied right. I wanted to feel every bit of her movement. I had to wait a few months to get one due to scalpers but I didn’t mind. Gave them time to work out the quinks and the streamers to get used to it. I wanted my first time with Peach to be perfect. \n\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A banner floated across my wall monitor, “5 minutes till start, Link check in 1 minute!” I had the album of Peach’s showing on the side. I had to stay hard or the gel could move. I scrolled to a pic of her holding a dildo, gingerly licking the side. I bit my lip, warmth flowed through my body. Four minutes till the start of the stream and my Link glowed a dull blue and cycled through its modes. At first it felt warm, then wet. I have no idea how they pulled that off but it was odd. After that each sensor vibrated individually then all together. As it vibrated I didn’t think I could get any harder, it really felt like being inside a girl. I lay my head back and closed my eyes, letting the Link play with me just enough to keep me going. \nPeach’s intro started playing, a few short clips of her most watched scenes to some electronic music. Her cam filled the screen. She was laying on her stomach arms propping up her head just enough that you could see all the cleavage of her natural 34G’s. “Hi!” she said, looking straight into the camera. Even with all she was showing off I couldn’t stop staring at her eyes. Her stark white hair with purple streaks only made them even more piercing. \n“Look, we both know why you’re here. Can we just cut straight to it? I’m really fucking horny,” she said casually. “This is all I’ve thought about for the past few hours.” Her bluntness caught me off guard. Usually she did some chit and chat before breaking out the MasterLink™ but her hands were already going to the side of the bed and pulled into view an opaque lavender dildo. She looked at the bottom and turned it on, my hips bucked back as all of a sudden my Link pulled tight around me. She looked right at me and smiled wide, before sticking her pierced tongue out and lightly sliding up the base. I could feel every inch of her tongue, even the metal ball in the middle. My dick pulsed with pleasure and I chuckled, she was good. She shifted to her side and pulled her hair so it sat behind her ear. Her tits were just barely contained by black lace lingerie, just dark enough to hide her nipples. She set the dildo down in front of her and moved the hand that had been holding it over her chest and down her stomach. She stopped at the top of her panties and smiled. Her fingers slid out of view, her underwear stretched as she rubbed herself and smiled playfully. \n\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;I was too focused on her hand to notice that her head had moved down and she kissed the top of the dildo. I was so ready for her, the wait, and now her teasing, had me about to send a message in the chat. She pulled her hand out and moved to her knees, holding the dildo tight in hand she worked her mouth down and around the tip. I let out a gasp as I felt myself enter her mouth, and took me halfway in. She moved her hand and bobbed her head as she took every inch of my dick. I had to hit the reduced sensation button for a minute, I needed to slow myself down. I turned it back off when she took off the lingerie and called someone over. It was another streamer girl, Mira something, I couldn’t remember. She wasn’t as well endowed in her chest but her ass had Peach’s beat by more than a few inches. She wore similar lingerie to Peach with an added choker around the bottom of her neck. Her black bangs covered a quarter of her face framing it in a gorgeous A shape. She showed off her pretty smile with deep dimples to the camera and accepted the dildo from Peach. \nPeach pulled a tube of oil offscreen and started oiling her tits while Mira kept me hard with her mouth. She didn’t mess around and took it straight to the base the first time. Peach moved over to her and as Mira pulled it out Peach licked the dildo from the base and ended in a kiss on the tip and Mira’s lips. Mira closed her eyes and pulled Peach back in for a few more kisses then bit Peach’s bottom lip just enough to sting. Peach’s lips curled back in a smile and desire flamed in her eyes. Peach sat back on the bed and let Mira fuck her tits with the dildo for a minute. Mira stopped and attached the base of the dildo to something on the front of her panties. Peach held her tits together again as Mira thrust her hips into them, the dildo rocking back and forth. The Link emulated it perfectly, running over my dick with pleasure and the feeling of oil smooth skin. \n\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Peach stopped and smiled up at Mira who pushed her back into the bed with a thump, her tits jiggling. In one swift motion Mira pulled off her own bra revealing a modest pair of boobs with perfectly circular nipples. She crawled on top of Peach who eagerly grabbed her right tit and sucked. Mira moaned with pleasure, then held the base of the dildo and rubbed it up and down Peach’s pussy. I chuckled and moaned, feeling the friction and heat from her panties along the top of my dick. Mira’s thick ass giggled as reached across the bed and grabbed a bottle of lube. She popped the cap and applied it, I felt the cold gel on my cock. Peach had moved on to Mira’s left tit and rhythmically kissed up her chest to her neck, ending in a nibble on her ear. Mira bit her lip, while looking into Peach’s eyes she pulled Peach’s lingerie off, exposing her hot and wet pussy.\n\tMira entered her with the dildo, “Fuck” whispered Peach. Mira inched in, and then out, my hips bucked in pleasure. The camera switched to a different pov, most likely a cam on the choker as I looked down into Peach’s eyes wide with pleasure. She took me deep, staring up at me with lust like no other. Peach waited till I was completely inside her before she thrust back. Mira took this as a cue and thrust into Peach’s pussy all the way to the base again and again, increasing the rhythm with each thrust. Back and forth my hips went as I thrust along, feeling myself get close. I put on the reduced sensitivity again and enjoyed the ride. Peach moaned in pleasure then added, “Fuck me harder!” The pace increased and even with the reduced sensitivity this felt fucking amazing. \nPeach’s tits bounced up and down with the thrusts, the camera moved in close as Mira went for a wet kiss. Peach whispered teasingly, “Is that all you got?” in my ear. Mira leaned up then grabbed Peach’s throat with her hand. Her muscles rippled on her arm, I hadn’t realized how toned she was. Peach let out a silent moan, biting her lip. She sunk into the bed, and pushed against me harder. We fucked like that till Peach’s face tinged red and Mira let go. Air rushed in and Peach let out, “I’m about to cum!” I turned off the reduced sensitivity and was blasted with pleasure. “Cum inside, me please cum inside me. I need to feel you,” she moaned then shuddered. Her pussy trembled on my cock, gripping then relaxing, it tightened again and I was over the edge. I let out a moan and shuddered as I came inside. Mira went in for more kissing, and the camera switched back to the main one. She got off of her, Peach sat up, sweat streaked her forehead and her hair clung to her. She smiled big into the camera and blew it a kiss. “Damn that was good,” she laughed. \n\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Mira stood to the side eyeing her up and down, she hadn’t finished with her yet. “Get on all fours,” Mira commanded. Peach looked up at her and got serious again. She nodded with subservient eyes and did as she was told. Mira stood at the edge of the bed and I felt the tip of my dick tingle as we thrust in again for round two."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A young man at the Mage's Academy has a special talent for shapeshifting, but there's a catch; right now, he can only use the ability on his cock. It's still made him quite popular with his female classmates, though. | [
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"content": "\n[DUBIOUS CONSENT, if that’s not your thing stop here]\n\n***\n\nEli gasped as she felt him grow within her, his tip already pressing against her cervix to give her a pained pleasure she’d never known could exist. The lips of her pussy were stretched around him already and she couldn’t imagine what it would be like when he started moving.\n\nAs his length and diameter ceased expanding she sighed in relief, having worried he would displace her hips if he’d kept at it. Her eyes widened as she felt only the center portion of his cock start to grow, forming a wide knot within her. Fortunately it stopped after only a moment.\n\n“Try to move.” He commanded from behind her, his firm hands pressing against her back and pushing her face and tits against the wall she leaned against.\n\nShe did as commanded, trying to raise herself up off of him or pull her hips away but finding herself unable due to the knot he’d formed within her. The only result of her efforts was his tip shifting about as it pressed against her cervix, the mix of pain and pleasure causing her to shudder and her eyes to flutter.\n\n“I-I can’t.”\n\n“Good.”\n\nHe took a step back, pulling her with him as he did so. She tried to step with him as he pulled her, nearly falling as she lost the support of the wall. Only his cock within her, the same thing that was causing her such trouble, kept her upright.\n\n“Now say that shit to me again.” He growled.\n\nShe shuddered as she felt his cock suddenly vibrate, her eyes rolling back as she tried to form words but instead nearly blacking out from an overload of sensations.\n\n“Say it. Again.” He growled firmly, not letting up.\n\nShe reached behind herself and grabbed at his tunic, clenching her eyes shut she focused and carefully repeated her words from earlier.\n\n“You’re… just… just a… one… trick… loser who….” \n\nShe had to pause as her body shook in a small orgasm.\n\n“Who… who wouldn’t… even be here…. here if… if it…. wasn’t for… all… those… sluts… helping… you!”\n\n“Very good. Now what does that make you?”\n\nEli gasped as another orgasm hit her, followed by another and another. “I- I’m sorry!” She managed at last.\n\nMihal was sick of Eli’s bullshit. She gave him shit constantly, always accusing him of being some kind of useless idiot. Always talking shit. Always looking down at him. Always acting like she was too good for him even while she stared him down and tried to hide her lustful gazes.\n\nHe’d finally had it and challenged her to a no rules no limits duel. He’d made it clear he was going to make her his personal whore if he won. She’d laughed condescendingly and accepted. He’d managed to dodge the first lightning bolt sent his way and quickly transformed his cock into a shield to block the second. If he hadn’t managed to grapple her right after he probably would have succumbed in a most unpleasant way to the fireball she’d been preparing. Moments later he’d had her torn panties in one hand as he transformed his cock into a beastly thing that he eagerly filled her tight cunt with.\n\n“You’re lucky you’re beautiful.“ he growled at her. She really was beautiful. Easily the most beautiful girl he’d ever met, he’d lusted after her the moment he’d seen her. Something that had only made her attitude and cruelty all the more cutting.\n\n“I forgive you,” he sighed, moving the knot he’d formed on his cock a few inches along his shaft so that he could fuck her with small thrusts back and forth. She gasped as he moved, his vibrations resuming.\n\n“You know if you’re into the whole struggle fuck thing, there were plenty of less annoying ways to get it.”\n\nA semblance of her usual self returned as she glared over her shoulder at him. “Fuck you loser, this is all you’re capable of. I’d never lower myself to wanting YOU!”\n\nMihal rolled his eyes, “Eli I blocked your attacks with my dick. The same dick that’s now making you my fuck sleeve.”\n\nEli tried to growl a response at him but was interrupted by a wave of orgasms racing through her body. Her grip on his tunic tightened and her mouth hung open as she shook, his cock once again serving as the only thing keeping her from falling over.\n\nSlowing the vibrations he let her mostly recover before commanding her, “turn around.”\n\nShe glared at him, “get that thing out of me then. I can’t turn like this!”\n\nHe chuckled, “oh you’d let me back in?”\n\nShe blushed, turning her head away.\n\n“Hah, I knew it! You probably lost on purpose, you sleeve.” He reached around and caressed one of her ample breasts. “And as the captain of the dance team, I know you are more than capable of turning around.”\n\nEli said nothing, simply standing on her tippy toes in front of him with his cock buried to the hilt within her. After a long moment she acquiesced and turned her torso to the left so that she could wrap a hand around the right side of his neck and grasp it with her other hand over his left shoulder. Lifting her left leg up she pivoted on her toes to face him, his cock twisting within her as she moved. She closed her eyes and shuddered for a moment, another minor orgasm having taken her.\nAs her bent leg passed between them she moved to put it back down, only to be stopped as he wrapped his hand under her thigh and lifted her leg to rest on his shoulder.\n\n“Right leg, behind my head, now.”\n\nShe glared at him again, a recurring theme for her. She obeyed though, and a moment later both her hands and ankles were interlaced behind his neck while her hips hung on his enormous cock.\n\n“Very good, time for class!”\n\n“What! No!”\n\n“You agreed to the duel, Eli. ‘Be my whore,’ remember?”\n\nShe was silent, closing her eyes and sighing. She hadn’t expected to lose, not to this fool. She also had been excited by the idea of it. The threat of it… she just hadn’t expected it to go quite like this.\n\n“I remember.”\n\n“Great! Now bounce bitch, bounce!”\n\nWith a manic grin he walked off towards the mage academies scholastic wing, his new sleeve bouncing dutifully as he walked.\n\n(1/2)"
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