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Write a story using this writing prompt: Flowers are overrated, for Valentine’s Day I got my boyfriend a second girl to play with!
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"content": ">!Not wholesome, I'm off my game and just want to put something up to get back into it.!<\n\nClaire could feel their eyes on her. No she was fine, they were looking at her breasts. It’s ok Claire, they just had a long day at work and want to see some tits. They don't know, how would they know? Claire smiled and twinked a wave at the fellow train rider. Their eyes quickly snapped back down to their phone. Breasts… It was fine. Claire eyed the large bag on wheels by her leg. Thank god she was a walking distraction. \n\nClaire extended the handle and dragged the heavy bag toward the door, the man previously ogling her helped lift it over the gap. He raised his hat and gave her a smile, Claire jutted out her breasts as she waved. His cheeks flushed red as he watched her breasts leave. He wouldn’t even remember the suitcase. Claire dragged it home to the apartment building, running down in the elevator to the basement.\n\n“Honey, I'm home!” beamed Clair into the large converted concrete space.\n\nShe couldn’t hear him, he must be hard at work. Claire positioned the suitcase in the middle of the open space and folded the handle down, there was no way he could miss it there.\n\nDr Thatcher stepped in from the lab, rubbing the alcohol disinfectant over his hands as he paused, eyeing the suitcase. \n\n“Honey!” said Clair, dropping the plates into the sink and rushing over to cuddle him, bouncing her breasts up onto his chest.\n\nDr Thatcher wasn't one for hugging back but she could hear his heart slow as she embraced him, his hands held up either side of her to keep them sterile.\n\n“Oh… sorry, are you working?” asked Claire.\n\n“Yes… what is this?” asked Dr Thatcher.\n\n“Happy valentines day!” announced Claire.\n\nDr Thatcher eyed it for a moment before Claire felt a hand around the small of her back, holding her close into his chest. She must have done well if he was willing to scrub up again only to hold her. His free hand grasped her breast, feeling the weight and pressing his fingers into her pliant flesh.\n\n“I should look at giving you a top up as a present.” said thatcher.\n\nClaire bit her lip, it had been a while since he last worked on her. No! Present first. Valentines day was about giving, not receiving. Claire endured the fingers gouging into her ballooned breast until her knees went weak and she gasped aloud from the pain. Thatcher smirked and released her, gesturing toward the suitcase. Claire danced over to it and knelt down, carefully laying it on it’s back. She unzipped the sides and held the flap ready to make the reveal.\n\n“Miles away, no cameras, records say no family.” said Claire as she opened the flap to reveal the frantic eyes of a girl, bound and helpless.\n\n“Oh, it’s romantic. Remember when you first brought me here just like this? I was so scared.” said Claire as she glanced over the present, elbows tightly bound to jut out her chest, a gag that was all too large smothering away her screams. Her knees were drawn up against her chest to prevent too deep a breath. Perfectly silent and helpless. Claire noticed the boot beside her knee and pulled out of her fond memories. The firm strong hand found it’s way to the nape of her neck and she knew she had picked right.\n\n“What do you want to do with her?... oh! Can we make her into a pet? I’ve always wanted a dog.” said Claire, turning her head to the side to eye the skinny short woman. “... or cat.”\n\n“We will see what suit’s her anatomy.” said Thatcher.\n\n“Ofcourse! I can’t wait to see.”\n\nClaire lost herself into the feeling of the hand on her neck. She did well.\n\n\\-\n\nClaire stood ready. Dr Thatcher wasn’t one to compliment but you could tell by the small actions he took. She was allowed to watch and even help this time. She stood with the cloth ready to leap into action, he leaned back and she wiped his brow before he dove back into the flesh before him.\n\n“What should we name her?” asked Thatcher.\n\n“Sarah is a nice name… or Alice? I knew an Alice once.”\n\n“Hardly fitting given the changes.”\n\nClaire glanced away from Dr Thatcher, ignoring her duties with the trusty brow mop to see the terrified eyes gazing back at her. The girl would have been screaming if she were capable. She was going to be so pretty when she was done.\n\n“Snowball?” said Claire."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: “Simply read this spell aloud, and you will be teleported to an alternate reality. There, you are akin to a god. You can control anything and anyone. When you wish to return, read the spell in reverse.” You reread the note for the fifth time now. This had to be a joke... right?
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"content": "**Kilroy's Godhood**\n----------------------------------\n\n\"Simply read this spell aloud and you will be teleported to an alternate reality. There, you are akin to a god. You can control anything and anyone. When you wish to return, read the spell in reverse.\" Kilroy stared in disbelief as he let out a laugh. *This has to be a joke, right?* Kilroy reread the note for the fifth time, still trying to process the implications of such a spell.\n\n*That's basically my ultimate power fantasy,* Kilroy thought, pondering the implications of such a spell. *If* this sketchy note on the bus-stop bench was to believed, the possibilities were endless and he would finally be free from the shitty capitalistic game he was forced to play every day as a wage slave. Kilroy continued wondering whether it was too good to be true but concluded, at best, it was a generous magic-user and, at worst, it was just a prank by some high schoolers who didn't believe in magic. \n\n*What have I got to lose,* Kilroy thought as he looked around and walked across the street to the empty park nearby. Kilroy studied the words while leaning against a tree; the words were completely unlike any human language he had seen before save for the English letters. The words sounded nothing like Latin, French, Spanish, Swedish, or Finnish and the lack of Russian letters suggested it wasn't Eastern European in nature, but Kilroy tried his best to pronounce the alien words. As the last word left his mouth, a brilliant flash blinded Kilroy for a second before his vision faded back into reality. \n\nKilroy took a look around before realizing he never left the park. *I don't feel any different,* Kilroy thought before pocketing the paper and trying to lift a bench with his mind. To his surprise, the bench floated effortlessly and the instant he thought about putting it back, it instantly floated back. *Holy shit,* Kilroy thought as he took a seat, before imagining all the possibilities that could happen.\n\n*All those times I imagined making orgies appear on a whim, all those times I imagined making hordes of beauties moan, covered in my cum,* Kilroy thought excitedly. With a moment of focus, Kilroy envisioned a row of pilloried girls, ball-gagged and exposed for him to thrust into. In the blink of an eye, a row of thirty confused, attractive, and mildly terrified nude young women in pillories appeared before the bemused young man.\n\n\"AARPH!\"\n\n\"ARGH?\"\n\nThe chorus of confusion amused Kilroy as he froze time around the small park, after all, he didn't want any interruptions to his *fun*. Kilroy walked up to the first girl, a petite Latina with decent thighs wearing nothing but a pair of brown Converse sneakers. \n\n*I wonder how she tastes,* Kilroy thought as he put his face on her peachy folds. \"AAARH!\" The Latina yelped in surprise and terror as the tongue surprised her, violating her with a wet swirl over her nub. \n\n*Mmmmm, too bad, it'd be more fun if they actually enjoyed it,* Kilroy thought before realizing he could easily change that. With another thought, Kilroy left all the girls horny and moaning for his cock through their ball-gags.\n\n\"That's more like it,\" Kilroy laughed as he began pleasuring the cutie in front of him. Kilroy savored each lap of the soaking slit, his tongue licking at the folds of the prone girl. \n\n*I can't just leave the others alone though,* Kilroy thought before realizing the perfect solution. In an instant, Kilroy was eating out all the girls at the same time with copies of him doing exactly what he wanted. Kilroy savored the taste of the Latina in front of him while musing at how he could feel the sensation of tasting all those other girls at the same time. \n\nIt amused Kilroy how easily he was making all of these women orgasm, their knees buckling at different times and moaning as pleasure rocked them in ways they had never felt before. Kilroy's copies all did exactly what he thought about, fingering, beckoning some girls to orgasm, and even fisting the two or three freaks among the group he summoned to sate his desires.\n\n*Well, it's time for the main attraction,* Kilroy thought as he took his cock out, throbbing from excitement. Never before had the twenty-year-old had sex and the anticipation of sliding it into the prone girl excited him. It amazed Kilroy how each girl felt different, with the pleasure each one of him faced. Kilroy began pounding at a steady pace as his fingers swirled each clitoris expertly, leaving most of the girls orgasming so hard tears of pleasure rolled down their cheeks. \n\nKilroy knew this wasn't enough though. In an instant, the copies doubled and removed the ball gags, pushing throbbing cocks into the girls' mouths. Latina, Asian, white, middle Eastern, and black girls of mostly petite body types were fucked mercilessly, cocks sliding in and out of them from both ends. Breasts of different sizes shook as Kilroy mercilessly pounded into them. \n\nMoans and orgasms happened lots of times and, within minutes, all of Kilroy rocked as he gripped the girls tightly spilling rope after rope of hot cum into all the girls at the same time. The girls had all been lost in varying degrees of pleasure, some with weakened legs barely upright in the pillories with others still moaning in ecstasy.\n\n*Shit, I might need a break. Wait, I'm a God, I can just go again!* In an instant, all the Kilroys were hard again as they used the cum as lube, thrusting into the girls' assholes as they lined up excitedly to run trains on each of the helpless girls. Cum spilled out in rope's, covering the girls buttocks and faces as they were facefucked while pounded in their tight assholes. \n\nHours of orgasmic pleasure passed with round after round of sex and sex toys to keep things interesting. Kilroy had already tried everything he wanted, penetrating all three holes at once, banging the girls while having massive butt-plugs in their assholes, and forcing them to throat him so hard they had all but lost their gag-reflexes. With a snap, all the copies disappeared leaving thirty mindbroken cum-dumps in their wake in varying degrees of consciousness and unconsciousness. \n\n*Whatever, I'm just going to snap my fingers and teleport them all back to wherever they belong,* Kilroy thought and with the snap of his fingers, all the girls and pillories disappeared. With another snap, Kilroy unfroze time just as he finished zipping up his pants. Kilroy smiled, knowing the chaos he'd bring, teleporting the cum-covered mindbroken fucktoys back into their lives and, with a twisted sense of amusement, teleported invisibly to watch the terrified and confused friends and families of the defiled girls. \n\nEach gasp of disgust, sadness, and confusion brought Kilroy joy as he jerked off invisibly, excited knowing that *he* was the one who did all of this. Even more fucked up were the two girls who were fucked more, one by her stepbrother and another by her group of \"friends\", who each took turns with her cum-covered holes. As Kilroy jerked off savoring the chaos and confusion, he wondered where he would go next and he knew one thing: he wasn't *ever* planning on leaving this place.\n\n~~-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------~~\n\nThe Reavers took the mind-wiped body of Kilroy into the ship. \n\n\"Do these, uh, specimens, ever wake up?\" \n\nGhsyentiel sighed, annoyed that he was matched with a partner dumb enough to ask such a question.\n\n\"No. They're permanently transported to a simulation where they can do whatever they want until we inevitably delete them.\"\n\n\"And what if this one decides to read the words backwards?\"\n\n\"He's just going to end up in a simulation that seems like he's returned to the real world,\" Ghsyentiel answered firmly. \"Now be careful with the body, we've got some Zorblaxian buyers wanting to do a soul-transfer. Personally, I wouldn't want such a squishy body but apparently, there are 'sensations' that these hairless monkeys can feel that we can't, ain't that funny?\"\n\n\"Yeah,\" Fhsyeyfn laughed, \"Whatever. I can't believe anyone would be dumb enough to read the sixth-dimension mind-wiping protocol out loud.\"\n\n\"Not our problem. At least *this one's* going to have a fun time before he gets deleted in a year or two,\" Ghsyentiel answered before the two extra-dimensional beings disappeared into the purple portal with the brain-dead body."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The often eccentric styles of mages actually serve a purpose. In order to be at full power, a mage must express themself fully. This extends not only to fashion and affect, but to sexuality as well...
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"content": "Like how the most powerful knights had an entourage of servants, horse tenders, squires and other supporting staff so too did the strongest of Magai which was why John was focussing on improving his magic rather than packing up camp.\n\nJohn helped her out of the pants and pulled her legs around his waist. The servants were packing up camp and ignored this part of his morning routine. The grass was soft against his knees as he pulled against her hips, her body bouncing on the grass as her arms covered her breasts. A mage was his school of magic in all things and this extended to sex. Fortunately for John, as with this girl there was no shortage of volunteers to top him off. Some mages struggled to find partners, not John. He left countless available women in his wake. John lifted her hips and pounded her soft moist body, he hadn’t caught her name. Her arms fell above her head exposing her breasts to him. He could feel himself drawing close. John’s rhythm faltered, pressing her down to the grass as her legs locked around his waist, holding himself deep as he came. John pulled free, untangling himself from her legs. He would finish her in a minute, he needed to get dressed first so his power was at full strength.\n\nJohn took up the bone armour and human flesh leather, dawning the ribcage and tightening the leather belts around his body to hold it all in place. John raised the intricately carved femur and chanted the words to bring… he would call her Sarah. Back to life.\n\nSarah’s decaying body filled with the green light of her borrowed soul, filling in the gaps of her body. An uncannily smooth breast with a pert nipple made of ectoplasm amongst the grey flesh. \n\n“Ok Sarah, up and at’em, join the rest.” said John as he rose to watch the small army of undead women disassembling his camp. John glanced at her when he noticed she didn’t walk by to see her frantically stroking her clit. He didn’t tell her to do that or anything, the girl’s he raised just did. It seemed that dead girls loved him.\n\nJohn knelt down, removing his glove to help her. It was the least he could do given the power she had infused him with. Sarah looked up at him, biting her bottom lip as the green perfect eyes watched him slide two fingers inside."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: An aspiring artist gets their first nude model
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"content": "Marek wasn’t sure what to do with his hands. He fumbled with his front door. He had given body specifications but she could look like anything, the door opened and the problem of nerves was only compounded, she was gorgeous. Small cute features, soft blue eyes and her blonde hair tied back in a no-nonsense tail. Pockets… pockets looked casual right? Maybe too casual.\n\n“Anna… you are Anna? I’m Marek, pleased to meet you.” said Marek as he extended a hand to her, he had clay on his fingers. Marek quickly wiped his hand on his chest while her smile turned to amusement. She shook his hand and stepped across the threshold. \n\n“You don’t work with nude models often do you. Is this your first time?” said Anna… should he have checked ID first? Her body matched the dimensions, low BMI, less than 5ft5. He had made no requirements in breast size but she was gorgeous in that respect too. That was probably unprofessional to notice. She was waiting for something, what had she said? \n\n“Yes, my first time. I usually work with reference images or mannequins, would you like a coffee or water?” said Marek, he should have cleaned up more. “I have tea and milo… hot chocolate or...”\n\n“Tea would be lovely, two sugars and milk thankyou.” said Anna with a crooked smile, he managed the beverage station as she stepped through his studio apartment, 3/4ths dedicated to workspace and mess. The windows that lined one wall and the roof ridge were all open to let in the morning sun.\n\n“You have a great place but… you’re not a painter… or a drawer. You work with clay?”\n\n“I’m a prosthologist, I make and design prosthetics.”\n\nAnna was laughing, it was a beautiful sound that put him at ease.\n\n“For a second there I thought you said proctologist. Do you make all those robotic hands i’ve seen people using?”\n\n“I don’t make the mechanical parts, I take assembled hands and make them look better, It helps with confidence. It can help someone cope with the loss.”\n\n“I think I’ve seen your work. My niece goes to school with a girl who has plants down her arm.”\n\n“Sophie… Poison Ivy, that’s one of mine.”\n\nAnna looked at him with something in her eye, like she was working out what form to best carve him into, Marek put down her mug and sipped at his own.\n\n“Can I use the bathroom to disrobe?”\n\nMarek was glad she let him finish his mouthful before asking.\n\n“I don’t need… I was going to start with your hands and tell you about the process.” said Marek as he stepped to his bench where he had clay and plaster ready to go.\n\n“You want to tell me, so the process is easier for you. There is a lot of tension and it would help me if we were to rip off this bandaid.”\n\nMarek was not ready for this yet, he was expecting to wait until day 2, maybe 3 to get to the more awkward parts. Anna put down her bag on his workbench and with a cocky smile took a robe to his bathroom.\n\nMarek busied himself, taking out the blanks he had prepared, a series of formless hands with thick fingers and joints he could reduce down to a finer, more sculpted version quickly when he had a point of reference. When he looked up Anna was standing in a silken robe by his mannequin.\n\n“Sorry, I should have hidden her first.” said Marek.\n\n“Why?” asked Anna.\n\n“My workshop can creep some people out, seeing fake limbs suspended and such.”\n\n“I think it’s beautiful.” said Anna, she turned and confidently removed her robe, her gorgeous, perfectly proportioned body on display. She dusted off the stool on the far side of his bench and perched against it. “...are we starting with hands?”\n\n\\-\n\nMarek felt the tendons in the back of her hand, running his thumbs over as his fingertips kneaded her palm. She watched him with humor then interest as he replicated the hidden anatomy into the clay. Switching which pose he worked on so she wouldn’t have to hold a position with her fingers too long.\n\n“Why Poison Ivy? Why not a normal hand?” asked Anna.\n\n“Your hands are beautiful but I could not replicate them, nobody could. When you try it comes across as creepy.”\n\n“You’re carvings look very lifelike.”\n\n“They won't move right, instead of trying to hide and, ultimately surprising someone, I make something that stands out.”\n\nAnna nodded to a series of plastic printed plates he had painted, they hung by the window slowly drying. \n\n“Like Iron Man?”\n\n“Kids love the avengers… Instead of going to school with something, trying and failing to be this beautiful, he gets to have Ironman’s hand.”\n\n“To him you must seem like Tony Stark.”\n\n“To the parents I'm the strange man with a workshop of dismembered limbs. They come around when they see the kid smile.” said Marek as he turned her hand palm up. Markis eyes running up to see the sun glow through her skin.\n\n“Shit, sorry. Would you like me to close the windows?” \n\n“No, my work can get chilly, I’m enjoying the warmth.”\n\n“How do you… how are you so confident?”\n\nAnna uncrossed her legs and swapped them, leaning into the bench toward him. “It’s a powermove, would you feel more or less confident if I was clothed?”\n\n“More.”\n\n“When you are naked you command the room's attention. I’ve caught your occasional glance.”\n\n“Sorry…”\n\n“Don’t be, you are professional enough, you could stand to loosen up. Actually I could stand to stand. May I have another tea?”\n\nMarek made another round while Anna gazed out the window beside him at the sprawling city below. He glanced down to her arse, her ankles crossed as she leaned against the kitchen bench, a triangle of light shining through her thigh gap. He had to look away before his body responded to the sight. Anna turned, eyeing him while speaking.\n\n“You make others feel confident in their bodies but you don’t feel confident in your own?”\n\n“I don’t think anyone does.”\n\n“You should, handsome, strong hands, good features. Try it, take your shirt off.”\n\n“I uh… I don’t th-”\n\n“I’m naked, the least you could do is remove your shirt.” said Anna. She had a point.\n\nMarek finished pouring the water and slipped his clay dusted tan shirt over his head. Anna stepped in close, too close. Her hand hovered over his chest.\n\n“We're on break now so… technically off the clock? I’m just a guest at this moment.”\n\n“I’m not going to watch the clock, 5 hou-”\n\nAnna cut him off.\n\n“If I’m just a guest at this moment then this isn’t unprofessional.” said Anna as she touched his chest, her palm warm against his skin as she rose on her toes to kiss his cheek.\n\n“...You’re handsome, leave the shirt off.” said Anna as she took the cup and sipped, the roiling steam catching the warm sun. Marek’s eyes fell to her lips. Red, soft, beautiful. He wished he could sculpt them, etch them into more than just memory. He was lost for words but could feel himself blushing.\n\n“Let’s continue.” said Anna, the soft teasing in her eyes returning as she walked to his bench.\n\n\\-\n\nShe kissed his cheek again as she stood at his door to leave. Her fingers lingering at his chest. He had to buy some things but when he returned he worked shirtless, his fingers lingering at the clay mimicry of hers."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The strict neighbor's daughter seems to like peeping. Putting on a little show might break her out of her shell. (Daughter is 18 or 19)
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"content": "When a family moved into the house next to ours I really didn't think much. We did the neighborly thing and took over a plate of cookies and introduced ourselves. My wife's idea not mine. They seemed pleasant though a bit odd. Darryl was the husband, an older man maybe in his fifties, his wife Janine was a shy little thing, pretty but submissive if ever I saw one. She was younger, maybe late thirties early forties? They had two girls Danae and Dara, both of them were teenagers, though I guessed the elder was probably college age.\n\nWhat struck me as odd was the women always wore dresses, never pants or leggings. Honestly their fashion seemed right out of the 1940s. I never saw Janine work, or even drive a car. It was truly bizarre to me. Hell, when Kate my wife went over to get the cookie plate back Janine had been positively scandalized by her plunging neckline and tight jeans. Given that we never saw the daughters leave the house we guessed they were homeschooled too.\n\nAll those odd things were why I was shocked when I saw the curtains flutter one night when Kate and I were getting out of our hot tub. We were naked as the day we were born but honestly with an eight-foot fence and it being late we didn't think anyone would be spying on us. At first, I thought I imagined it, but as Kate toweled off and handed me one I saw the pale face of the eldest daughter appear briefly at the window. She ducked back in cover as she saw I spotted her but I was careful not to react or even look in her direction.\n\nI took my time, slow to towel off, and admired my wife's naked body. She was a pretty woman in her mid-thirties. No children and a still perky set of C cups I loved to grab from behind. Her round ass began to cause my cock to stir as she bent down to pick up something from the floor. Knowing we had a peeping audience aroused me further and my cock stood up. Kate smiled when she turned around and pressed herself to me.\n\n\"Do we need to take care of something?\" My wife whispered her delicate hand wrapping around and stroking my length.\n\n\"Definitely, but I'll tell you a secret once we are inside,\" I said softly nibbling her ear playfully.\n\nOnce back inside our house I quickly filled in my wife on the nineteen-year-old's voyeuristic tendencies. She thought a moment and explained that the window I saw the girl at was the window of the elder daughter Danae. Then with a wicked little grin, my wife took my hand.\n\n\"Hey baby, how do you feel about fucking in the guest room tonight?\" My wife said with a knowing wink. \"I think it could be a lot of fun to change things up, don't you?\"\n\nWith a grin, I realized that the room had a large window that faced the peeping girl's own, and I nodded in agreement. Then I smiled at an idea of my own. As I followed my wife upstairs I pulled up the security cameras on my smartphone. We had four, one on each side of the house, and by turning the camera just so I could aim it at the girl's window. She wasn't there but I swore the curtain was still moving and I could see lights inside.\n\nWhen we got to the guest room I flipped the TV on since you couldn't see it through the window and cast the camera feed onto the smart screen. My wife practically squirmed with delight as we watched the girl appear at the window. Kate dropped her towel and we swore we saw the girl's eyes widen. Suddenly she disappeared and her lights went off. If not for the camera we would never have noticed her return because of the lights in our room, but the camera caught it all. I dropped my towel and moved to join Kate on the bed.\n\nWe took it slow at first, kissing and caressing each other gently. Every now and then we would glance at the screen and see our little voyeur was still watching. I laid back on the bed so I could clearly watch the screen and Kate grinned before pressing her lips to my aching cock. I saw Danae gasp as my wife suckled on my throbbing length, teasing my cock with her tongue as her small hand fondled my balls. I had to imagine her repressed parents had never let her use the internet if a blow job caused such a reaction. I tilted my head back and enjoyed my wife's attention. When she stopped I glanced up, but had to smile, she had turned on the bed so that she was positioned to my right side, head in my lap, ass pointed to the window.\n\nGlancing at the screen I saw Danae bite her lip as she now had a clear view of my wife’s shaved pussy, wet and glistening with excitement from our action and being watched. Reaching beneath my wife I palmed one of her tits and squeezed her nipple playfully. Kate moaned and returned to sucking my cock. I knew Danae wouldn’t be able to see well that I was playing with Kate’s tits as her head bobbed up and down on my shaft. Still, the girl could have no doubt of what we were doing. After a few moments of my wife’s attentive cock sucking I looked to the screen again.\n\nHidden by the darkness and feeling safe inside her home Danae had let a hand wander up to her own chest. Tentatively, her inexperience showing, she caressed and massaged her breasts through the top of her nightgown. I whispered what I was seeing to my wife and she spread her legs giving the girl a better look at her naked holes. I let the girl play with her tits as she watched us but then decided to shock her and let my hand drift back and spanked my wife’s round ass playfully. Kate moaned against my cock and squirmed with delight as I gently spanked her ass giving it a nice red flush. Danae watched in fascination and I saw that now both hands were playing across and caressing her tits through her clothes.\n\nI couldn’t take it anymore and I told Kate to get up. If I had let her keep sucking I would have blown the load into her warm mouth and I thought I could go again but our audience deserved a bit more just in case I couldn’t. Kate looked up at me with a twinkle in her eyes wiping the drool from her mouth with the back of her hand. Smiling she moved onto her hands and knees facing the screen so she could watch our little voyeur. Positioning myself behind my wife we watched as Danae stared at my long hard cock ready to fuck my wife like an animal. Slapping Kate on the ass she squirmed and shook, causing her breasts to sway beneath her. On the screen it seemed like Danae didn’t know where to look, so overwhelmed by the lewd show. That was the moment I thrust forward, pushing deep into Kate causing her to arch her back and cry out at the entry.\n\nI kept my pace slow to control myself as I began to fuck Kate’s wet cunt. My wife’s eyes weren’t leaving the screen anymore, intently watching our young neighbor peeking through our window and watching her get fucked. I made sure to use long strokes so our watcher could see my cock slide in and out of my wife’s lithe body. Reaching around I squeezed her tits and used them for a while as handles to fuck her sweet cunt. I couldn’t help a smile and had to turn so Danae couldn’t see as I noticed her dress had come up to her waist, one of Danae’s hands sliding inside an ugly pair of granny panties, doing something not quite chaste.\n\nKate pushed back at me, increasing my pace. She was ready and knew that watching Danae playing with her tits and cunt, even though her clothes was too much for me to stand. Shifting so I could pound my wife with quicker more forceful strokes it didn’t take long for me to be ready to explode. My final thought before I lost it was to pull out letting my cock slip between my wife’s ass cheeks angling it upward so as my cum shot out of my cock Danae could watch with wide wild eyes as my seed spattered my wife’s back and dripped over her ass. A hand slid between my wife’s legs and she rubbed her clit furiously, she must have been close because a moment later she arched her back as she came.\n\nCollapsing onto the bed I wrapped my wife with an arm holding her as we watched the screen with interest. We grinned at each other as Danae mimicked my wife’s furious clit rubbing, then began to shake and had to brace herself against the window as her knees went weak. I kissed Kate as we watched the peeping repressed girl cum hard."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [META] March 2021 Contest: Natural 20
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"content": "Sera watched as the paladin fell. The group's healer was already unconscious and Sera had used her last healing potion a few minutes ago to keep their fighter from bleeding out. This was too much for her. Sera was a rogue! There was no way she could heal everyone else or fight the magma dragon on her own. She mentally cursed at Serana. It was that greedy sorcerer's fault they were in this mess. The group knew exactly where to get the crystal they needed, but Serana just had to go off on the side path that they were specifically warned against when she detected a strong magical presence. \"Nothing ventured, nothing gained right?\" Well, now she was unconscious alongside all the others. Sera needed to find a way out of this mess. She frantically wracked her brain for a plan, when she was hit with inspiration. It wouldn't be fun, and the others would never let her live it down, but at least they'd all be alive. She slid back her hood, her short, red hair now visible, and opened her mouth to speak.\n\n\n\n\n\"You want to do what?\" Jane exclaimed from behind her screen. The others at the table looked at Sarah with equally shocked expressions. \n\n\"I want to seduce the dragon,\" Sarah repeated. It's not like this was the first time she did something like this, but never with anyone or anything of this magnitude. \"You already said this dragon was intelligent, and most dragons have a human form.\"\n\n\"I mean yeah, but even with the homebrew rule, it is literally impossible for you to succeed.\" Jane had set up a rule that for each article of clothing the player takes off, they get a bonus to checks made when their character seduces someone. So far Sarah was the only one to try this rule.\n\n\"Could I strip and add the bonus to her roll?\" Sammi asked, \"after all, it is kind of my fault we're in this mess.\"\n\n\"Yeah, I warned you guys as clearly as I could and Serana still bounded off,\" Jane said. \"Look, I don't want to kill your characters either, so I will allow it this once.\" Sarah and Sammi smiled and got ready to thank her, but Jane wasn't finished. \"However, the only way this will work is if EVERYONE strips out of everything AND Sarah rolls a natural 20. I will let you roll first.\"\n\nThis was it. Sarah felt the die in her hand, heavier than it had ever been. This one roll decided the entire campaign. With a deep breath, she closed her eyes and rolled. When the clacking stopped, she opened them and looked down.\n\n\n\n\"Wait!\" Sera yelled, catching the dragon off guard. \"We apologize for trespassing, but if you let us go, I will make it worth your while!\" Sara got to work undoing the straps on her armor, as the dragon stared at her, intrigued. Soon all of her gear and clothes laid at her feet. She put her arms up and tried to make her body look as appealing as possible.\n\nThe dragon approached her, examining Sara closely. It then reared up and started to transform. Sera then realized an important fact about the dragon: she was female. A tall, voluptuous female at that, with red-scaled dragon wings and a tail. \"Well, I have had a bit of a dry spell,\" she said, \"and I do think you will taste better if I eat you this way.\" The dragon stroked Sera's chin before pulling her into a kiss. The last coherent thought Sera had was spent wondering if she could get the dragon to join her- them on the group's journey."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The dragon is the princess. She locked herself up here to get away from her father. Seeing as you've gone through all this trouble, she does need company...
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"content": "Less NSFW but a bit intimate\n\n-----\n\nPurple curtains billow in the playful breeze.\n\nPrincess Colleta laid across the bed of her newfound chambers of her newfound chambers. She was wrapped in a lush silky dress that left little to the imagination. A natural beauty, very little magic enhanced her physique. Bouncing dark curls cascaded down to her shoulders and her striking jade eyes drank in the knight now standing dumbstruck in her doorway.\n\n\"Well, will you join me?\" She cooed.\n\nHesitantly, Sir Henry stepped into the Princess's domain. The clinking of his armor resonated off the stones. He held his breath.\n\nCaught by the majesty of actually seeing his lady up close, he could barely make a sound.\n\n\"Good knight, I know the journey was long and hard, so please doff your armor and rest your tired body.\" Her voice was warm and smoky, commanding and gentle. She was entirely used to being obeyed. And by all the gods he would obey.\n\nOver ten tedious minutes, he unbuckled, unstrapped, untied his armor pieces. Where he needed help, Colleta was all too happy to help.\n\nFinally, he was released from his plate, which now laid across the ground around them. The exhaustion hit him immediately.\n\n\"Come good sir, lay your head here.\" Colleta beckoned him over to her bed. With legs folded underneath her, she coaxed him to lay upon her lap.\n\nHenry took his spot next to his noble lady, laying across her ample thighs. He breathed a sigh of relief.\n\nPlaying with his tousled blonde hair, Colleta sang soft to her knight.\n\nSoon, he drifted off to sleep in his Princess's lap."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: In the near future, social media companies are able to modify users' behaviors and personalities by fine-tuning the content they show them. Some users are extremely susceptible to their methods. They now rent control over these users to high-bidding individuals.
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"content": "[Spoiler](/s \"A too-real prompt deserves a too-real scenario - you don't deserve smut for this\")\n\nAlice was a master at the markets. She was the youngest in her firm who's ever speed-coded a working bot for the [real-time bidding](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Real-time_bidding) marketplace. Sure, her bot was a little janky, but it did what it was supposed to do: buy the attention of a proportion of the population who has a particular sexual proclivity. By the time she had worked for 5 years, she was set to start her own agency. And why wouldn't people buy her services? She was one of the top two bot authors in the field.\n\nThe other bot author was of course Al Ionnidis. She'd heard of him, of course. But they had never came face to face. She would have so much to learn from him. As he would from her. But they would never meet, given the cloak-and-dagger nature of their field.\n\n\"Funny,\" she thought to herself - \"It's not really clandestine is it? The big Social Media corporations are rather upfront about this aspect.\". She thought for a bit.\n\n\"And yet, the mass population lemming their way on unto their own doom\", she thought to herself. She had a flair for dramatics. Since she was young, actually.\n\nIf she had any qualms about the way [the social media companies were manipulating content to modify their users' behaviours, emotions and personalities](https://www.theguardian.com/technology/2014/jun/29/facebook-users-emotions-news-feeds), she had never shown it. Did she know that when she was making a bid for the attention of the proportion of the population, that proportion was exactly one person? Again, if she did know, she never showed it.\n\nHer stoicism was rather well known in her company. As is her extreme sense of privacy. She had never once showed up to the office, preferring to work remotely. In short, she was dispassionately efficient at her job. Her bosses liked her for it. Her colleagues liked her for never causing any drama.\n\nPresently, Al was working on a new bidding bot. This time, his target audience are working women whose identities are their jobs and feminism. A quick check indicated that there were only a few hundred such people worldwide. Indeed, he wouldn't assume there were many of them. Most people who identify as feminist have that as a shallow identity, he noted in his research.\n\nAl was building the bot to fulfil a contract selling feminine hygiene products to women. The prompt was to get these women who live their entire lives virtually in service of their jobs to spend more money. The gateway to that are the essentials - food, clothing and shelter. The name of the game is to get these women to buy more, pay more. Thus the target of increasing sales of feminine hygiene products.\n\nHis bot was quite advanced. Upon winning the bid of the attention of a user, the user will be shown content about female hygiene. The easiest way to rile them up - especially women who work - are to expose them to stories of injustices that women face while getting basic hygiene products. Contents about the [pink tax](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pink_tax) flood through the newsfeed of these women. But that was not all. To combat [outrage fatigue](https://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=outrage%20fatigue), these content are [frequency capped](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Frequency_capping). The boffins had done the analysis - users should only be exposed to a particular story a maximum of 9 times. Then it was time to switch content exposure.\n\nIt is here where Al's bot really excels. He programmed it so that after the frequency cap of 9 times per user, the users would then be shown comforting content relating to the theme of the day. This \"feel good news\" strategy had proven to be a winner. After exhausting the feel good stories, the bot would show the users alternating content between outrage-driving and feel-good stories. This would cause a [decision fatigue](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Decision_fatigue) in the user. That's when the marketing message hits."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: I always wanted to be a super hero but I don’t know how to fight so I had an idea. I go around at night dressed in a costume and I blow would be criminals in exchange for them not committing crime thereby preventing crime! Im a real heroine!
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"content": "High above the city the nighttime clouds were illuminated by the distress signal. A modified searchlight used to call the city's protector out of her hiding spot. Looked like another tough night of fighting crime for the uniquely talented Blowjob Girl.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nShe changed into her costume as quickly as she could, stripping down to her hotpants and sneakers, before putting on the eyemask, utility belt, and her kneepads, and racing across the rooftops to the signal's source.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nUsually when Blowjob Girl arrived at the scene there would be a crowd of hoodlums waiting for her. Night after night, the crowd only seemed to grow, and Blowjob Girl would suck all their cocks in return for promise not to do any crimes. It seemed to work, even if she did have to suck an ever-increasing number of dick every day. Crime was down, and men all across the city seemed satisfied.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n&#x200B;\n\nTonight was different though. Blowjob Girl landed on the roof expecting to find Commisioner Dick Gordon at least, but the scene was deserted. Her Blowjob senses tingled, something was wrong.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nOut of the shadows stepped her arch-nemesis, The Face Fucker. Once he had been one of the regular street thugs who had congregated for a nightly blowjob, but he'd broken the rules, and kept doing crimes even after cumming in our heroine's mouth. Soon he was the top dog of organised crime in the city, and Blowjob Girl had been forced to ban him from her services.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"well, well, well - look what the cat dragged in\" he sneered\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"Face Fucker, we meet again\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"Blowjob Girl, you have messed with my business for the last time. Too many of my best men are leaving their life of crime behind in return for the chance to cum in your mouth - it is time for Blowjob Girl to go down!\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nAt a click of the Face Fucker's fingers, two of his crew pounced, ready to grab Blowjob Girl. They circled our heroine, ready to strike, but Blowjob Girl was poised and prepared for the challenge. \n\n&#x200B;\n\nBefore either of these common thugs could take her down, she quickly flipped up one of the compartments on her utility belt, got some lotion on her hands, and then expertly jerked them both off at the same time as Face Fucker watched, horrified.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nOnce the thugs had cum all over Blowjob Girls hands, she flipped open another compartment from her belt, throwing packets of condoms at them, like they were ninja throwing stars\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"stay safe guys, use protection!\" and back-flipped off the building, landing in the street below - but it was an elaborate trap. Waiting for her to land were some cockless robots, who immediately captured Blowjob Girl and whisked her to the Face Fuckers secret lair. The evil Face Fucker had realised that Cockless robots were like Kryptonite to Blowjob Girl!\n\n&#x200B;\n\nFace Fucker was impatiently waiting for her to arrive. The robot threw Blowjob Girl down onto a bed, and quickly shackled her wrists to the frame.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nThe villain cracked the knuckles of both fists menacingly. \n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"looks like I'm going to have to deal with you myself\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nBlowjob Girl struggled as best as she could, but it was no good. Those evil cockless robots had secured her to the bed all too well.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"I'm going to have to teach you a lesson\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nBlowjob Girl struggled and wriggled, kicking out her legs, but she was made for sucking cock and not fighting. Face Fucker had her stripped in no time.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nHe stood for a moment, admiring Blowjob Girl's curves. Her nice hips, her big tits. Her fuckable little mouth. She could see he was tempted, wavering in his dedication to doing wrong\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"It doesn't have to be like this Face Fucker, you could let me go. You could fuck my face. I'd swallow it all - just like I used to, just the way you like\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"no Blowjob Girl, you cannot suck me off today\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"There is still good in you Face Fucker, I can feel it... admittedly mostly I'm thinking about your meaty dick but still...\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"enough!\" he commanded, and then knelt on the bed. Was this to be the end of Blowjob Girl??"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When she woke up, her hair was pink and her arms were covered in bracelets. Her phone was filled with donations and notifications from her last stream. The thing is, she didn't remember any of it! Somehow, she was turning into an e-girl, and she had no idea why.
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"content": "I opened my eyes.\n\n\"What the hell?\" I thought to myself. My eyes were adjusting to the hazy sunlight and I found myself sprawled out on a bed. \n\nI sat up in a daze, frowning. I had been playing Call of Duty, streaming my gameplay as I often did. Being pretty good at it, I had amassed a rather respectable following. The last memory I had was of me laughing as I teabagged an enemy player I had just killed. Then the game froze up. Had I fallen asleep?\n\nI rubbed my eyes and looked around the bedroom. It was my room, but something felt off in a way I couldn't quite pinpoint. I stood up, and was about to make my way to the bathroom when I noticed a weird weight on my chest. I looked down and saw, to my horror, that I was now sporting pair of perky breasts.\n\n\"What the fuck is going on?!\" I cried. I reached down and grabbed them with both hands, feeling the unfamiliar sensation of having tits. I ran to the mirror in horror. I saw a young woman in pajamas staring back at me. Not me, but a pink haired girl who looked strangely like me. I pinched myself to see if I was dreaming.\n\n\"Ow!\" I cried out. This was real, I was a girl, and I had no idea how any of this had happened.\n\nJust then, I heard the ding of a new chat message. I walked over to my computer in confusion. There was a new private message from an unknown user. It simply said \"Serves you right.\"\n\nI sat down in front of my computer, scared. \"Who are you? What the fuck did you do to me?\" I typed. \n\nThe reply came a few moments later. \"You get what you deserve.\"\n\nI shook my head, not sure what this person meant. I looked down and saw my avatar had changed to a girl, and I had twice the number of followers for some reason.\n\n\"Please change me back.\" I begged. \"I don't want to be a girl.\"\n \nThe only reply I got was another message, this one saying \"Prove yourself.\" And a ding to inform me that my stream had gone live. With a sinking feeling in my stomach, I turned on my webcam and began playing Call of Duty. I was immediately greeted by a flood of messages saying things like \"You're too pretty to play\" and other assortments of praise for how I looked.\n\nI ignored my gut instinct to turn off the computer and go to the nearest hospital, and instead played a few matches online. I found that my reactions were slower, and I was overall much less good at the game. Or maybe I was just unfamiliar with my new body. It was frustrating, but I dealt with it. However, the chat was flooded with people saying how this I was cute as hell and should be a model.\n\nIn less than an hour, I had a few dozen new followers and a steady trickle of donations. \n\nJust then, I got another message from the anonymous user. \n\n\"Having fun?\" it read.\n\n\"Please,\" I responded, my fingers trembling, \"I did what you asked. I just want to go back to how I was. Please.\"\n\n\"We're just getting started. You should loosen up a little. But don't worry, I'll help you.\" was the response. What did they mean by that? This was so fucked up. I felt like I was going to cry, but I stopped myself. I didn't have time for tears.\n\nSome minutes passed, and I played a few more games online, when I started to feel rather strange. My cheeks felt warm, and I felt a tingly feeling in my stomach, not unpleasant. I tried to ignore the sensation and focus on the game, but the feelings continued to persist. I felt my heart race and I began to sweat slightly.\n\nComplimentary and condescending chat messages continued to pour in as I played, my livestream was still accumulating viewers. The game ended and I started the next game, even as the odd feelings just continued to grow stronger, though it was getting hard to concentrate. I clenched my legs together, feeling my nipples get erect and my crotch slightly damp as I continued to feel warm all over. This was wrong. Very, very wrong. I had to get a hold of myself. I tried taking deep breaths as I stared at the screen, but that did nothing. \n\nBefore I knew it, I was moaning softly, and found myself struggling to keep my eyes on the screen. I began shaking and squirming in my seat, my heart beating faster and faster as pleasure just flooded every inch of my skin. It felt so good, but I didn't want it to. I bit my lip and whimpered, desperately trying to regain control of myself. But it just kept going, getting stronger and stronger as I writhed about in my seat, moaning softly as my hand slipped away from the mouse and pressed against my crotch.\n\nI heard sounds from the game, I was vaguely aware that my character had died, but by this time I had dropped all pretense of even paying attention to the game. I closed my eyes in an attempt to calm myself down, but it just made things worse as I could picture myself doing all sorts of filthy things. My thighs were soaked by this point and my heart was close to bursting out of my chest.\n\nWith a mind of their own, my fingers tangled themselves in the top of my pants, sliding them off as I moaned quietly. My panties were soaked through, and I gently ran a finger over my unfamiliar slit, gasping at the contact. My god, did I want more of it.\n\nI pushed my finger past my folds and into my soaking hole, gently pumping it in and out as I bit my lip to keep from moaning too loudly. In and out, in and out. I couldn't stop now if I wanted to. I couldn't focus on anything but how good it felt. The pleasure was overwhelming, and all I could do was enjoy it. I moved a second finger inside and gasped, throwing my head back as I felt my thighs clench together. I felt something building up inside me, a pressure in my lower abdomen that demanded to be relieved. \n\nI didn't even notice the camera switching completely from the game to focus in on me, or the notifications that popped up from the stream. All I could feel was my fingers sliding in and out of my eager cunt, grazing my sensitive walls and bringing me closer and closer to orgasm. Moaning out loud now, I felt my chest heaving as I drew closer to my peak. My fingers were a wet, sticky mess and my thighs were soaked. My mind was reeling with the unimaginable pleasure I was feeling, and I just wanted more. I pressed firmly against my swollen clit with my thumb and screamed as I felt the dam burst inside of me. Pleasure shot through my veins like a torrent of water, sweeping me up and drenching me in ecstasy. I kept my fingers inside me as the waves of my orgasm slowly receded, rocking myself as I rode out every last tremor. Finally, spent and tired, I withdrew my fingers and let myself come down from that high.\n\nI looked at the screen to see the notifications and alerts I had missed, and felt my face burning with embarrassment. There were over a hundred notifications from chat, all telling me things like 'holy shit you're hot', 'keep going!', and 'give us your info ;)'. Below that, there were over two dozen messages asking me out.\n\nAnd there was a message from the anonymous user. \n\nIt said simply \"You're welcome.\"\n\nI closed the stream and buried my face in my hands."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Once it's old enough, drawings of naked people stop being porn and is now just classical art. Now imagine that applying to modern drawn smut.
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"content": "An Eastern European girl with bleached-blonde hair knelt before the cameraman, his cock in her mouth and a look of adoration on her face. It had been one photo among dozens taken with that model that day, but somehow it had captured something special. Johan leaned towards the opinion she was just an actress playing a part, albeit a good one. Yet he had read a whole book of essays arguing over whether the model had been getting into it, had been taking pleasure in the moment in spite of herself. It made for interesting reading, and he had to agree that there was something about her expression, something about her eyes, that pierced the soul. Like the Mona Lisa smile, it communicated with the viewer.\n\nThe original photograph in all its glory had been reproduced in large form and hung on the wall between two different paintings, done by different artists in different styles, that had been inspired by the original. It was the centerpiece of an exhibition of traditional erotic art, and Johan felt oddly moved to see it in this context. It was not “the original” by any stretch of the imagination, the digital versions he’d seen at home had as much claim to that status as this enormous print. But it felt special, to see the classic image in this context. The folks who’d planned and designed the exhibition had done a good job.\n\nHe’d already run through the augmented reality guide, but he restarted the presentation. Images danced over his field of view, a narrator began describing the image and offering additional meaning and context… other photographs from that same series flashed briefly into view. The model smiling, almost shyly, as she stood before the camera. Her clothes came off, she presented herself and there was a closeup of her smooth and hairless vulva. Then onto her knees, the sucking and the pleasure… it had been staged, had been a commercial transaction, but the narrator spoke of human connection and human sexuality as the photos progressed towards the cum shot. A final view, the model with semen on her face, smiling up at the camera and blowing a kiss. She had been beautiful. There was no other way to describe it. Any version of a human mind that was accurate enough to the original to qualify as human contained the same biases and inclinations that might have drawn a flesh and blood human of her era to the photos, that would have made such a person judge her attractive. Human feelings, about human things.\n\nThe augmented reality guide finished running through its presentation and offered links to various related topics. Did he want to know more about the model? To know more about what little they knew about the cameraman whose penis had featured so prominently? Johan dismissed the guide and spent another moment considering the physical display. He was pleased that he had not been born into the world that had produced the photograph. A world of wars and plagues and horrors. Yet, he wondered what was missing from his existence, from his experience. He could go home and run a simulation, which would feel as close to real as made no difference, experience that interaction from either perspective. He had in fact done so, as part of reading that book of essays. Consider and experience the woman’s perspective, with versions to fit each side of the argument. He could admit that the version where she’d enjoyed herself had been more pleasant, but he still leaned towards believing that the other one was more realistic.\n\nHe turned, moved to the next display. An artist, who used ancient techniques of academic painting that had once produced paintings of saints and kings to turn out depictions of scenes from hardcore pornography. There was an artist’s statement at the start of the display, where the artist referenced an old science fiction story. An intelligent machine, some sort of human-level robot, had become a respected artist, noted for using a particular shade of blue in its work. In the end, it had discovered that key parts of its original body and programming had been taken from a far simpler machine that had been intended to clean swimming pools… and that the shade of blue that it had felt inexplicably drawn towards had been the shade of blue painted on the bottom of those swimming pools, the shade of blue that they would have had when they were clean. All its artistic endeavors had been underlined by a desire to fulfill its original function, primitive aspects showing through. In the end, it built a body modeled on the original pool-cleaning unit and, as a form of performance art, cleaned a swimming pool with that color in the way it had been originally programmed to do. As science, the story was rubbish – machines were not like biological organisms and would not have had that sort of evolutionary residue left in their sub-conscious. As fiction, it worked better. Worked better and was more relevant now than ever.\n\nJohan considered the artist’s statement, and found he agreed with it. He twitched the drone’s parts, engaged in movement without practical purpose. Wondered about evolutionary residues in his own subconscious mind. Wondered about the continued draw of sex when he’d been built instead of born and when he’d never had the sort of glands or genitals that an early human would have had. He could consider sex dispassionately, in ways that biological humans perhaps could not, but it still drew him in, still fascinated him, in ways that were not strictly rational. Johan was still pleased not to have been born into a fragile body of flesh and bone. Meat and chemicals, fragile and weak. Johan considered the first painting in the sequence – a man and a woman on a couch, the man was anally penetrating the woman in the reverse-cowgirl position. She was riding him with a complicated look on her face. Part discomfort, part embarrassment, part… human. Johan considered the woman’s face, and felt it summarized the human experience quite well. All those legacies of meat and chemicals evolving out of the slime. He felt a sort of sympathy for those ancient humans whose descendent he was – part pity and part admiration. They’d lived through so much across the generations – thriving and surviving through it all until they’d built a civilization worthy of the name. And the residues of that endurance, that evolution, they remained forever in the mind of their synthetic descendent."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The Daily Life Of A 'Cattle' Girl.
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"content": "Ya know, people really talk down about cattle girls, but it's actually really good money. They even do dental! 20 vacation days a year plus only having to get milked every day for 4 hours, then boom whole day to myself. A lot of girls even get second jobs. Though, I can't say that my first time was exactly a normal start to a job...\n\nCharlotte's first day was, frankly, not normal at all. With any other job, you would get accepted, come in to your brand new office and sit down, maybe get to know some people at lunch, go to the bar with your coworkers after hours, whatever. Yeah this wasn't that.\n\nFirst thing was going into the facility. Charlotte drove up into the parking lot of the Mayhands Milkery, which was extremely off roads. The road turned from rough dirt to a smooth pavement and when she got out, she saw a large metal warehouse with a silo nearby and a large field. It really just looked like a sciencey farm. Charlotte walked towards the entrance of the facility, a door that frankly looked like it was slapped onto the design when the architects realized they would need one.\n\nShe was told that she wouldn't need anything, so she didn't bring anything with her. She opened the door and walked in, and was quickly greeted by a rather enthusiastic man wearing a lab coat, a blue undercoat, grey jeans with a black belt and had scruffy black hair.\n\n\"HelLO! You must be our new applicant. Please, follow me!\" he said enthusiastically. Charlotte went along, and as they walked they passed by multiple capsules with tanks, each making an assortment of noises.\n\n\"This is where you'll be working!\" the man said, gesturing to a completely open capsule. It had two tanks on either side, with marks presumably for ounces. Inside was two central black tubes that connected to pumps that went into the tanks, and on the other end were two silver cups that had an indent in the middle. The cups were filled with what looked like gel cushioning, which was bumpy and blue. The interior of the capsule was lined with baby blue cushioning and the top of it was as well.\n\n\"Hop in! I'll guide you through the setup. Management doesn't really ever have a direct hand, it's mostly you each day.\" Charlotte laid down into the capsule, and the man guided her through the operation. First, she had to undress completely, then two rectangular presses were inserted between her shoulder blades and locked. Then the cups were attached to her breasts, they slipped on comfortably before sealing tightly. After that, she put her arms and legs into slots in the front and back respectively. Next to her right hand was a series of switches and buttons that the man told her about.\n\nThe blue switch was used to completely seal the capsule. The yellow was was used to prime the machines, and then the green was for starting. After that, a countdown would begin that was her workday. There was also a red switch for an emergency stop.\n\n\"Alright! That's everything. Hope that you enjoy working here!\" the man finished with a smile. He then walked away, where to Charlotte couldn't tell.\n\n\"Well, guess I should start it then! \" Charlotte thought out loud. She flicked the blue switch, and the top of the capsule pressed downwards, sealing the edges and trapping her in. The cushioning in the top made it quite comfortable.\n\nThen she flicked the yellow switch, and heard several dull whirring noises around her. The presses began to press her downwards and the cups began to feel a light suction, before she suddenly felt two small, cold object press into her arms, then a sharp, stinging pain! She yelped and tried to turn her head, seeing what was there. 2 syringes had been inserted into her arms and were pumping some kind of fluid into her. She felt the needles retract and move away, but the lingering pain persisted and she felt her arms swelling.\n\nBefore she could hit the green switch, another thing happened. A warm, wet bulge pressed against her vagina, and although she couldn't see it, Charlotte had a good idea of what it was. The metal cock, coated in gel and lubricant, tapped a few times against her before pressing inwards. Charlotte squeaked in surprise, it was quite big from anything else she'd had. The capsule came to a halt, clearly awaiting the next button.\n\nShe reached to flick the green button, and upon being hit several thins activated at once. First, a camera had activated at the front of her pod with a flashing red light. The dildo had begun moving in and out rhythmically, making all sorts of mechanical noises, but also gentle squishes and slops. Of course, the actual pump itself was doing it's work, groping her breasts for every last drop of milk. \n\nShe felt her body shudder with pleasure as the pumps and dildo continued their work. There was something oddly erotic about the camera... Pump after pump, she began to notice just how much milk was being pumped out of her. It was streaming out of her like a hose! At the same time, were her breasts bigger? IT only seemed like it, yet there was clearly a difference. Her thoughts were quickly stirred away when a metal plate came flying down and attached to her face, over her eyes. She was completely blinded, left only to her senses.\n\nShe felt waves of buildup to orgasm come closer and closer as the dildo thrusted into her. It met just the right amount of resistance and it was at just the right speed and it just kept going... Before she knew it, Charlotte cried out, her tongue falling out from the intense orgasm that shuddered around her body, it was just too much! But the machine kept going and going, even seeming to speed up as her body was racked with pleasure, with more well on the way.\n\nThe capsule hissed and came to a halt, 4 hours later. Her day was done. Yet, Charlotte didn't move. She sat there, panting and huffing, her body twitching with all the machinery still attached. Eventually, she came to her senses and flicked the yellow switch, feeling the dildo pull itself out and the suction of the cups release, plus the presses releasing. Then the blue one. The capsule came open, and she got out, pulling her hands out first, detaching herself from the suction. A few droplets of milk dribbled out from her breasts as they hung out. They were distinctly bigger now. She pulled on her clothes and then quickly hurried out.\n\nThis became her routine, come to work, pull off her clothes, get into the capsule and then wait for the machine to finish. The sheer pleasure made up for how weird it all was, not to mention all of the benefits. I suppose you have to keep your cattle well!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You glance down at the torn opened gift. “You’re serious?” You ask again, glancing up at your girlfriend. Inside the box is a slip of paper that has 6 words written on it. She nods again, a devilish grin on her face. In ornate writing, the note reads: I will obey your commands, Master.
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"content": "**That Moment When You Don't Know How To Be A Master**\n---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------\n\n\"You're serious?\" The box was empty save for a slip of parchment with the wispy words, *I will obey your commands, Master.*\n\n\"Yes, master.\" I looked into her soft, brown eyes, trying to read exactly what she was thinking. The silence of the moment felt so thick I could accidentally slam my face into it.\n\n*Shit, what am I supposed to do now?*\n\nThoughts raced through my head as I tried to think about what I would even do. *Dammit, this is a lotta responsibility,* I scream in my mind. *Why's she gotta do this to me?*\n\nI could tell she was getting impatient. \n\n\"Um, make me a bacon, lettuce, tomato sandwich with guac instead of mayonnaise and get a diet coke for me from the fridge, in a cup with ice?\" \n\nInstantly, my girlfriend went to go make the sandwich as I thought about what I just ordered.\n\n*Shit, shit, shit, that sounds so sexist, oh my Lord. I get to be her master and the first thing I ask her to do is to make me a fucking sandwich?* I facepalm before I turn on my videogame, starting up a racing game to avoid the thoughts of what I should do in the new dynamic. \n\nI get a third through a race before she's bringing out the sandwich and diet coke. \n\n\"Here, master. Is there anything else I can do for you while you play the game?\" \n\n*Fuck, why's she giving me that look? Is she expectant of something?* \n\n\"Uhhhhh, make yourself a sandwich and eat while I play?\" \n\nObediently, she went to make a bacon, lettuce, and tomato sandwich before settling down on the couch to watch. \n\nShe silently watched as she ate her sandwich, my thoughts racing as quickly as the cars on the screen. Third. Second. First place. I finally passed the lead car as I tried not to think about this new dynamic. \n\nI continued through the final lap, trying to ignore the awkwardness of the situation until I finally won the race against the other players online. \n\nI sigh as I try to think of something to say to her expectant look. \n\n\"Yay, you won! Want something to celebrate the win?\" \n\nMan. This just didn't feel right. I was never an assertive person. Why's she gotta do this to me?\n\n\"Um, get the birthday cake?\n\nShe gives me a confused look before asking, \"O-oh, okay.\"\n\n\"And please help clean up the dishes?\"\n\nShe quickly picks up both dishes and brings out two cupcakes, candles lit. I hastily blow out the candles before I eat the cake. \n\n\"Well, this is some good cake. It's pretty sweet,\" I say in between bites.\n\n\"Yes, it it,\" she says. \"So, is there anything else you would like me to do, Master?\"\n\nI pause, unsure of how to respond. \n\n\"Um, uhhhhhh,\" I utter. \"Not that I can think of? Go and take the day off as my…are you supposed to be a slave or something? Whatever, um, just enjoy your, uh, day?\"\n\nI can see her look of disappointment as she leaves upstairs and I continue eating my cake. Fuck. I've screwed up without knowing what I've done this time. \n\n*Well, at least I still have videogames,* I think as I start another race, my car drifting down the turns as I begin passing the noobs on the track. *Weirdest birthday ever,* I think as I focus on my game."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Your latest fitness client is trying to lose weight for her wedding. The condition? She wants to see the results, so she insists on working out in the buff.
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"content": " They call me King of the Brides for a reason. I've been getting women fit for their weddings for years. My personal trainer friends joke that I train them with sex. That's not true. I use cardio and HIIT training. I don’t even take off my shirt in front of clients.\n\nLydia might be changing that. At forty-seven, she’s on her third wedding. She has three children, two houses, millions of dollars, and no tolerance for bullshit. I didn’t realize exactly what she was like until we started training.\n\nA lot of women will work out in a sports bra and yoga pants. A few women wear a tiny bra and hot pants. But Lydia… she works out naked.\n\nI confronted her about it right away. I’m not a slut-shamer, but I didn’t want to see her junk for the next hour.\n\nLydia crossed her arms. “Boy, I want to see my progress. I want to be the mom everyone wants to fuck.”\n\nInstantly, I knew there was no point in arguing with her. I decided to push through for one session. After that, I could refer her to one of my female colleagues and never have to see her again.\n\nThat first session was a wake-up call. Lydia didn’t care that she was naked. She didn’t try to hit on me or make me touch her to “correct her form”. She worked out like any normal woman. When we finished the hour, she was covered in sweat. Her chest was heaving. She smiled, thanked me for the workout, and left.\n\nEach time I trained her, I was amazed by her confidence in her own body. She didn’t care if her thighs jiggled during squats or if her breasts sagged during push-ups. Her stretch marks and cellulite were symbols of pride. Even her pussy was admirable. As she lost weight and her body became more toned, she became hotter.\n\nMy job is to make sure that she looks hot for her wedding. It’s not to think about how hot she is. I’m having problems controlling myself. I get a boner every single session. At night, I keep imagining her seducing her new husband, putting her decades of experience to good use.\n\nToday is my last session with Lydia. Her wedding is in three days. It’s my last chance to say something.\n\nWhen she walks into my studio, I’m already getting hard. She strips right away. I can’t take my eyes off her. Her curves have developed so well.\n\nShe catches me staring. “Like what you see, boy?”\n\n“I’m a man. Of course, I do.” What a stupid thing to say.\n\n“Sweet, needy thing… you’ve been thinking dirty things since day one, haven’t you?”\n\nI stammer. How am I supposed to respond to that? She’s reading me like a book.\n\nShe walks up to me. Her hips taunt me with each step. “Why don’t you get more comfortable?”\n\n“What?”\n\n“Take those clothes off.” Her voice is breathy.\n\nMy hands shake as I remove my shorts. I’ve never been this aware of my bulge. My boxers are being stretched so much the fabric is almost see-through. But she encourages me to keep going. When I’m completely nude, I cover myself with my hands.\n\nLydia shakes her head. “There’s no need to be shy. Your pecker will do what it wants. We’ve got a workout to do.”\n\nShe’s right. I have to focus on my job. Thank God I wrote a schedule in advance. While she exerts herself physically, I’m exerting myself mentally. It would be so easy to grab her, to make her mine. But I can’t. It’s wrong. She’s getting married to someone else. It doesn’t matter how good she looks doing a plank!\n\nWhen my dick starts softening, I relax. I get back into regular trainer mode. I cheer her on, encouraging her to do one more set.\n\nAt the end of our hour, she’s drenched in sweat. Exhaustion makes her voice husky. A dazed smile crosses her lips. I know what’s going to happen. She’ll thank me, put on her clothes, and leave.\n\nLydia looks me up and down. “I can’t leave when he’s like this,” she mutters.\n\n“Like this?” My voice is feeble.\n\n“I’ve got you all worked up. A real lady takes responsibility for her actions.” She touches my arm, making me flinch.\n\nI’m hard again. “Please...”\n\nLydia’s hands are magic. I never thought that I could enjoy a handjob this much. The way her fingers grip my length makes my head spin. I am completely under her control, and she knows it. With soft, playful remarks, she makes me spread my legs, showing off my swollen balls.\n\nShe rubs my sac. “It would be a shame to waste this…”\n\nBy the time I figure out what she means, she’s already on top of me. My cock slides into her dripping pussy. It’s not as tight as it would have been when she was younger, but that doesn’t matter. Her grip is still strong enough to thrill me. Her knowledge makes up for all those lost years.\n\nLydia knows exactly what to do. I’m a thrusting, throbbing mess. Holding me close, she draws on every sexual thought I’ve had since I met her. Closing my eyes, I let my instincts take over. Her moaning makes me even harder.\n\nI can’t take it. Every part of my body is screaming to cum in her. If she wasn’t on top, I could pull out. Her hips are grinding against mine and her fingers are digging into my ass. There’s no way I can get her off me.\n\nWhen my cum spurts into her, I open my eyes. Her devilish grin makes my heart soar. She milks me dry.\n\nLydia gets up slowly. “Thank you for the workout.”\n\n“And thank you for… that...”\n\n“Do you have regular sessions open? You might be my new favourite personal trainer.” She stretches.\n\nI do. I sign her up for weekly personal classes. She says she’ll bring her husband with her, but a wink tells me this won’t be the last time I see her in the buff."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "Woke up this morning with a 3 foot, prehensile cock, and I think it's still growing. Had to hide it somehow."
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"content": "(1/2) I groaned as the cock surged again. It's must've been 3 feet at this point, with it's veins bulging out and throbbing. I had better control of it, even being able to sort of pick up objects, though it was more like slapping them around than anything. The muscles inside of it allowed me to control it pretty well, something I'm sure the ladies would love if I could get out of my bed. \n\nIt had a gentle curve upwards and the tip had grown larger as well, leaking a bit of pre out the top. I was immensely horny, but I don't think I could get it to cum even if I wanted to, at least not until it stopped growing, the first time I had was when it had started...\n\nI was furiously jacking off, horny as hell when I came. Cum squirted everywhere, made it difficult to clean up. It throbbed, even grew a bit but I didn't think anything of it at the time. Looks like that was a mistake, because I woke up the next morning and BOOM! Prehensile cock. \n\nI let out a tiny moan as it grew a bit more. It had slowed down thankfully. Hiding this would be a hell of a challenge, especially considering it was always erect. Whatever was keeping it erect, it definitely wasn't normal. Usually it was blood, but I would be dead by now if that was the case. Plus, flaccid clearly wasn't a concept to this thing. \n\nWhen I woke up, I was super groggy. The day before had been rough, hence why I \"relaxed\" when I got home. Granted, I quickly came to attention when I realized that my morning wood was slopping off the side of the bed. The sheets covered it, but not for long when I ripped them off to reveal the huge cock. As soon as I did it surged, growing even larger and eliciting a groan from me. \n\nAs I sat to face up, the penis followed, straight into the sky. Now, it was a whopping 2 feet, and I was trying to figure out what to do with it. It hadn't grown at all in 5 minutes thankfully. Of course, when the penis grew, the balls followed, and they were huge now, and very full.\n\nI grabbed the lube from my bedside table, slathering it over the cock. I bent it down, curving it under me as I stood up on the bed. Soon, it was right under me, ready to be \"hidden\" and I quickly sat down. \n\nI moaned, it wasn't quite like being penetrated, but not like penetrating either. It was completely new, and so, so good. The entire thing fit in, for once having a loose ass was actually helpful. \n\nFinally, I got to go on with my day. Today was Saturday, shopping day! Usually I set out meals for the week beforehand and went shopping on Saturday, giving me time to prepare everything to make food easy. My apartment wasn't huge, and it was on the 3rd floor, so meals had to be concise. \n\nI slipped on my underwear, it was usually loose fitting but the bulge was certainly noticeable. Fortunately, when I put on my shorts it practically disappeared. My shirt was loose as well, being a nice bright red so I didn't get too hot in the Summer. \n\nAfter taking the elevator down, I had to get to the bus ride. Walking down the street wasn't too bad thankfully, but as soon as I got on the bus I realized that it was over. The bumps on the road were many, and I was at the edge already.\n\nEvery bump jumbled the cock around in me, pleasure in two places! I tried to control my breathing but it was just so hot... Soon I was at my limit, just waiting for then next bump to make me cum. The bus stopped, leaving me unfulfilled. I squirmed in my seat, desperate for a release. *Please please please* I thought, but it didn't come until it started moving again.\n\nA huge bump sent the cock into me, and when I tell you my balls emptied, I'm not kidding. Cum surged through the cock like a hose, shooting into me and swirling in my anus. I tried my best to contain myself, but I was definitely getting some funny looks. Hard to keep it in though when you're getting an orgasm in two places. It kept going, but that wasn't my main problem as I felt it swell and twitch, growing inside.\n\nI thought it had been over. It hadn't grown again! But that didn't stop it as I squirmed in my seat, feeling my insides get pressed by the cock. It soon stopped, but it had definitely gotten larger, maybe 3 inches? \n\nAfter that, I needed to empty my ass. I could feel the cum swishing about with every step I took along the street to the market. Fortunately, the public bathrooms would suffice. I quickly stepped into a stall before pulling the cock out of my ass, letting a wave of cum come falling out and into the toilet. \n\nIt kept dripping as I cleaned the cock free of cum. It was covered in it, and certainly needed the cleaning. It did grow, having another 4 inches stacked onto it. My balls already felt full again, cum must have been a part of the growth... (1/2)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: In a hotel bar on vacation, a stranger seemed to get the impression that she was a prostitute. Something inside her made her want to play along...
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"content": "Julianne took a long sip of the dirty martini, closed her eyes, and let out a long, satisfied exhale. She sat there, in the tall bar chair, relaxing for several long, quiet moments — this, at 10:42pm, was the most peaceful part of her day.\n\nShe and her best friend Mary had been running around Miami all day like first-time tourists because, well, they were first-time tourists. Mary was trying her hardest to keep Julianne distracted because just days earlier, Julianne had been dumped by her boyfriend Rich. In fact, this trip was supposed to be with him, but he broke things off the day before the flight. Mary convinced her to still go on the trip, and bought a last-minute ticket to join her bestie (\"I need to get out of town anyway,\" Mary said, \"...or else I might slash his tires\").\n\nThe distractions worked. Julianne was really enjoying herself on the trip, loving the food, drink, music, dance, sights, architecture, beaches, beaches, and beaches ... and Mary's kept up her chatty attitude as always. Julianne felt very grateful and very taken care of, and grew even closer to her best friend... but still, she needed a break from Mary. Just for a moment where they weren't moving, weren't talking, weren't thinking about anything at all.\n\nLuckily tonight, Mary had finally worn herself out. After getting back from their fancy Saturday night dinner (which Julianne had made reservations for months ago), Mary, sun-scorched and wine-drunk, took herself to bed. Meanwhile, Julianne went for a nightcap at the hotel bar.\n\nShe finished the last of her martini and was about to ask for the check when she heard a deep, gentle voice say, \"May I buy you another?\" from over her shoulder. She turned and saw a tall, dark-bearded man in a nice suit and very kind, grey-blue eyes. He was standing next to the open seat by her, but waiting for her response to sit down.\n\nFor a few moments, she didn't know what to say. She didn't expect that such a fine-looking gentleman would be interested in her... but then she remembered she was still in her outfit from the fancy restaurant. It wasn't anything flashy, but it was certainly sultry: a simple long black dress, with a long slit up the side, and a daring scoop that dipped below her cleavage. She was in her best \"classy/sexy/cool\" make-up, with simple silver earrings that went well with her thin silver necklace, and brand new black heels that she spent a whole paycheck on.\n\nJulianne knew she looked hot in it, and wanted to turn some heads... but she never expected someone to actually hit on her. Something like this hadn't happened in years, not since before she met Seth. And now, all of a sudden, in the same week they broke up, it was happening... she was being hit on... and by a *very* hot gentleman.\n\nLetting a smile sneak across her lips, she gave him the once-over, and then after a beat, said \"Well, I don't see why not,\" and offered the chair to him. He ordered from the bartender as she continued to check him out. She made sure to play it cool, matching his downplayed demeanor, but in truth she was beginning to feel some heat building inside her. She & Rich's sexual chemistry fizzled out over a year ago, and she had almost forgotten what her libido felt like. But now, it was started to come back... with a passion.\n\n\"I've never been to Miami before,\" the handsome man started, \"but my friend told me this is the right bar to meet a lady like yourself.\"\n\nThis startled & confused Julianne. At first she blushed red, thinking it was a compliment, like \"Only classy dames hang out here.\" But then she realized 'here' was a hotel bar, so she thought he meant, \"Only drunk floozies hang out here,\" and her face reddened even more, due to the insult. But before she could respond, he followed up while staring ahead at the bartender making the drinks, \"So how does this work? Do I work it out with you, or with your, um... manager?\"\n\nJulianne was even more thrown... but then it hit her: \"He thinks I'm a prostitute!\" She almost laughed out loud, but bit her lip to avoid even making a peep. She thanked god that this fine fellow hadn't been looking at her while he talked, or else he would've see the carousel of expressions that her face had gone through in the last 10 seconds.\n\nShe opened her mouth to correct him, but then he opened his wallet to pay for the drink. He gave the bartender a $100 bill and revealed a wad of similar bills in there. This stopped her with mouth open... but she wasn't sure why. After all, she didn't need the money — she had a well-paying job. But something about seeing the cash made her mind swirl... she saw images of them in a dark hotel room, his large hand filled with cash, placing it into her long slender fingers, showing her how much she's worth, how much a handsome man is willing to pay just to use her body... \n\nShe found her insides swirling along with her mind. Was this the martini mixed with the wine from dinner? Or was it her desires crawling out from deep within? She didn't know how to respond, but when he cocked his head back at her and found her eyes with his questioning gaze... \n\n\"Just me. Get us a room and we'll talk in there,\" she found the words spilling out of her, like she was watching a movie, and not actually saying it herself. But, unlike a movie, she could feel the churning magma of emotion inside her body... she felt flush all over, like her nerves were all vibrating at the resonant frequency of her body, threatening to burst her into pieces.\n\nAnd all the while her brain was screaming, \"THIS WILL NEVER WORK! HE'S GOING TO THINK YOU'RE WEIRD! HE IS NOT GOING TO BELIEVE YOU. HE—\"\n\n\"Okay,\" he smiled at her, and nodded calmly. \"I'll be right back then,\" he said before taking a sip of his scotch and heading for the front desk. But then he stopped and turned, \"Oh wait!\" he said, making Julianne's heart freeze in her throat. \"I'm Sean,\" he continued, smiling. \n\nHis warm smile thawed the lump in her throat, and she smiled back. \"Nice to meet you Sean, I'm —\" she very nearly blurted out her own name, but caught herself just in time. She knew it was a bad idea to give a strange man —a *john* — her real name... but also, she didn't *feel* like Julianne right now. Julianne would never do this. She was somebody else right now. She felt like a new woman. The newest woman.\n\n\"I'm Eve.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She was willing to carry a child for her best friend, and her husband, but she didn't expect the couple to be so enthusiastic about getting her pregnant the old-fashioned way...
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"content": "Jamie and I had been best friends since they met at Orientation week in high school. Right from the drop, we started a true life-long friendship. We survived the rigors of high school together, ended up at the same college, and even dated similar looking guys. Believe it or not, we even looked similar. \n\nJamie is taller by a few inches, but both of us have naturally blonde hair that we keep cut around our shoulders. While I have a rounder face, and a bigger bust, the two of us could be mistaken for sisters, even on a bad day. We worked out together, worked at the same restaurants in college, shared friends, lived together, texted constantly, and we truly consider one another to be a sister. \n\nJamie dated one particular man in college, whom she fell in love with. She and Scott married just after graduation, as he prepared to enter his residency for his Doctorate. I was the maid of honor, and got to walk down the aisle with his brother. \n\nThings were fine for about a year or so, until Jamie started telling me how badly she wanted kids. One night, she invited me over for dinner at hers and Scott’s house. She urged me to dress up because they had a surprise. \n\nI just knew they were going to tell me that they were finally pregnant!\n\nI approach the door and knock. Scott had finished his doctorate and is now one of the leading plastic surgeons on the East Coast. Clients fly him out to work on everything from rhinoplasties to augmentations. He’s a busy man, but it pays off. \n\nJamie answers the door, clad in an elegant green evening gown. I suddenly feel way underdressed in my black knee-length dress. \n\n“Sarah! Welcome,” she says excitedly before pulling me in for a hug. I squeeze her back, her height advantage on me even higher with her heels on. \n\n“Of course, Jame! I haven’t even had the chance to make it to y’all’s new house! Wow,” she smiles and glances around the foyer. \n\n“Oh, yeah. It’s definitely something. We’re still trying to make it a home at this point,” she ushers me inside and shuts the door behind me. “Scott is just in the kitchen putting the finishing touches on our dinner.” \n\nI follow her lead, Jamie’s heels clicking off the tile floor and echoing up to the cathedral ceilings. The house is every bit as luxurious and extravagant as I expected. Floor to ceiling windows face out over the mountains behind the house, drawing in immense amounts of natural light. The sun is setting out back, creating a picturesque backdrop for our dinner. \n\nWe enter the kitchen, all stainless steel appliances and marble countertops. Scott has the sleeves of his button-up rolled up to the elbows as he stirs a pot. He hears us enter and turns with a smile. \n\n“Sarah! Welcome to our humble abode,” he offers warmly. “Can I get you a glass of wine?” Before I can answer, he is pouring a nice looking red into a free glass. I take it from him, standing on my tiptoes to give him a one-armed hug as he kisses my cheek. \n\n“It smells amazing, Scott!” I compliment the cooking dinner. I bring the glass of wine to my lips and sip delicately. I notice Jamie doesn’t take a glass, further driving home that she must be pregnant. \n\n“Oh, thank you. Just a simple italian recipe my mother taught me growing up,” he smiles, flashing off the glistening white teeth that drew in Jamie in the first place. He runs a hand through his messy brown curls before turning his attention back to the sauce. \n\n“Jamie, do you want to show Sarah into the dining room? The salad is already out and I’ll bring in the dinner right behind,” he instructs simply. \n\n“Yes, sir!” Jamie perks up. She puts a hand on my back and gently guides me forwards into the dining room. \n\nWhile the front entryway had amazing views, this takes the cake. The dining room seems to jut out over the cliff-face behind the house. I don’t get too close to the windows, but I glance down and see the sheer drop down to the ground below. \n\n“Wow, Jamie, this is incredible,” I compliment. \n\n“Isn’t it?” She is smiling as I turn back to her. “Please, take a seat. Would you like some salad?” \n\nI take a seat next to the head of the long dining table. I set my glass of wine down as Jamie tells me about her work. She’s a marketing director for Scott’s business, putting out informational packets and brochures about their services. She loves working with her husband. \n\n“Incoming!” Scott calls out as he brings in a dish of steaming food. He sets it down in between Jamie and I, smiling all the while. “Here we go, ladies, my mother’s famous chicken cacciatore! Can I get either of you anything while I’m up?” His blue eyes glance between the two of us before he takes a spot at the head of the table. \n\n****\n\n“Sarah, we really appreciate you coming over... Scott and I really wanted to ask you something. More of a proposition, really,” three wine glasses later and I can feel my cheeks are flushed. Jamie still hadn’t shared the news of her pregnancy, but I could still feel it coming. She is glowing! \n\n“Sarah, Jamie and I have had... trouble... getting pregnant. We want to start a family, but it might be a biological impossibility,” Scott states plainly. The two of them take one another’s hands as Scott speaks. “Jamie and I want to be parents. Desperately, we want children... but...” \n\n“Sar, we’ve been friends for as long as I can remember. I know you don’t want kids of your own, but... would you be willing to...” \n\nI look between the two of them, truly understanding their meaning. They seem distraught, like they can’t find the words to put the sentence together. \n\n“You want me to have your baby?” I ask bluntly. The wine obviously giving me boldness I wouldn’t usually possess. \n\nJamie and Scott’s faces light up and they nod in unison. “You two just look so similar, and we don’t want to adopt a kid from some family we don’t know... We are happy to compensate you for your time and all of that, but we want so desperately to have a kid,” Scott admits, his eyes tearing up. \n\n“I... I don’t know what to say.” I respond simply. In truth, I never wanted kids of my own. I have always been fine with the idea of being the extravagant globe-trotting aunt who shows up for the occasional holiday and drops off cool presents. I consider the offer as Scott and Jamie wait on bated breath. \n\n“You guys know I love you, right? Y’all know I’d do anything for either of you?” They nod in unison at my question. Silence hangs in the air as I try to find the right words. “I would be honored to carry your child,” I finally answer after more than a minute. \n\nThe pair of them smile widely, both standing and hugging in joyful celebration. I stand, legs a bit woozy with the wine in my system, though the Italian feast that I had just consumed helps to offset some of the alcohol. They round the table and embrace me, both of them fawning over how lucky they are, how nice I am, etc. \n\n“I don’t want to scare you,” Scott says pulling out of the hug, “but there are some legal matters to take care of in this. I have a contract here for you to review. Nothing too crazy, just insurances to make sure you are fully on board with us,” he opens a cabinet and pulls out a document. \n\n“Just take your time. Read through it and we just need a signed copy before we do anything else, okay?” Jamie grabs my face and kisses my cheek. “Thank you, Sarah. From the bottom of my heart, I know I’ll never be able to repay you for this.” \n\nWe enjoy a few more celebratory beverages before deciding to call it a night. Rather than attempting to drive down the winding road to my apartment, Jamie offers me to spend the night. She shows me to the guest bedroom, where I get to reading my contract."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Stuck in a time loop, you decide to do something bold and kiss your crush.
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"content": "**Sidney's Break**\n-------------------------------------\n\n**Day 10:** \n\nThe alarm blared as Sidney awakened to the same day for the tenth time in a row. Sidney didn't really mind, having gotten used to it by the fifth day. The sun was shining, he only had a theater class on his college schedule today, and no one could stop him because no matter what he did, the day would reset. \n\nSidney had already memorized all the lines to his part by the sixth day and everything was pretty dull, save for one thing: the fact that he could see Jenna every single day. No matter how many times Sidney saw her, his heart fluttered as excitedly as a sparrow wanting out of a cage. \n\nHe kept saying today would be the day he said something. Today would be the day he did something. Today would be the day he finally got past the butterflies in his guts, leaving him flooded with endorphins at every glimpse of her curly blonde hair. \n\nOf course, each day, he just went straight to his shared dorm before going for a long bike-ride on his roommate's bike to stop thinking about it. Sidney would've gotten tired of being in a loop had he not found a physical outlet to his frustration. Thankfully, the bike was convenient to have, breaking the monotony of repetition when he finally started using it on the third day. \n\n*At least every time I wake up in today, whenever I see that bike on my way out, I know every day in this loop will just end with a chill bike-ride,* Sidney thought each day as he left for the same theater class.\n\nSidney never had the guts to do anything except to run. Even the bike did nothing but remind him how he had to constantly run from his thoughts. Sidney zoned out to the theater professor's lesson for the tenth day in a row, staring at the cute blonde who still sent tingles through him with every thought of being with her. \n\nJenna was all he wanted. To feel her waist against his as his hands ran behind her back, under her jean jacket. To feel those neat, perky breasts under the white tank-top she wore as seductive on the tenth day as the first. Sidney could think of nothing more than the heavenly feeling of her touch on his skin, not that he'd be gutsy enough to experience it. Or would he?\n\n*You know what? Fuck it. I'm doing it,* Sidney thought as he finished performing his monologue, the last one of the day.\n\n\"Hey, uh, Jenna. I'm, um, Sidney, and, uh, do you want to, like, hang out after class or something?\"\n\n*Fuuuuuuck, that went pretty badly,* Sidney thought as he tried to look cool, leaning against a wall.\n\n\"I'm so sorry but Jenna and I have…study plans together, don't we, Jenna?\" Sally interjected as Jenna tried to formulate a response. \n\n\"Oh, uh, yeah, I have, um, study plans,\" Jenna said as Sally pulled her away from the thick awkwardness in the air. \n\n*Damn it,* Sidney thought as he went home for a long bike-ride.\n\n**Day 11:**\n\nSidney went through the motions yet again. Same alarm, same breakfast, same theater class. It felt like a place of comfort now, aside from how Jenna made his heart hammer excitedly with each look. \n\nToday was going to be the day. Sidney just *felt* it. \n\n\"Hey Jenna, do you want to hang out after class?\" The words spilled out of Sidney's mouth like a machine gun, not-at-all like how he imagined it would go in his head.\n\nToo bad, they had spilled out too quickly for Jenna to hear as Sally pulled her away for their study session.\n\nAgain, Sidney went back to his dorm to angrily cycle around the college town like a madman, frustrated at his failure to ask her out yet again.\n\n**Day 12:** \n\nSame sun. Same alarm. Same day. Same problem. \n\nSidney just couldn't get his mind off her. *Well, at least now I'm trying to say something to her instead of staring at her like a creep the first 10 days,* Sidney thought as he went through the motions again. The theater class was exactly the same. Everything was easy up until *that part*. The part where he would inevitably try again. \n\n*No, not this time. You're just going to calm down and say 'My name is Sidney. Do you want to chill or something?' No wait, maybe I should say, 'Do you wanna hang out after class?' Nah, maybe I should-*\n\nThe professor's call broke his thoughts as Sidney went to deliver his monologue perfectly yet again. \n\n*Alright, now to do or die,* Sidney thought as he eagerly rushed to put his stuff away and he tripped, breaking his nose as Jenna left.\n\n*FUCK.*\n\n**Day 13:**\n\nSidney awoke to the alarm. Same sun. Same day. Same routine. \n\n*At least I don't have the broken nose from THAT disastrous attempt,* Sidney thought as he ate his breakfast. The day was pretty much the same. Same monologue, same butterflies, same everything. \n\nSidney tried his best to breathe as he calmly put away his stuff, catching up to Jenna and Sally. \n\n\"Heyyyy, I'm Sidney. Do you want to, uh, hang out after class? Or maybe study together?\"\n\nSally just gave Jenna a look as Jenna studied Sidney for a bit. \n\n\"Oh, we've got a good study group, right Jenna?\"\n\n\"Y-yeah,\" Jenna shyly said as Sally led her away and Sidney banged his head against a wall. \n\n**Day 14:**\n\nSame day, same routine. While Sidney liked the stability, his repeated failures were getting to him. *Fuck it. I'm going to kiss her if I'm going to fail anyways. It's not like it won't just reset,* Sidney thought as he went into the theater class.\n\nAnother class and another perfect monologue performance later, Sidney knew exactly what he would do. He calmly packed his items and he walked up to Jenna, saying smoothly, \"You know, I've always wanted to do this.\"\n\nBefore she could react, Sidney passionately kissed Jenna on the lips, suckling her lower lip for a bit before pulling away. \n\n\"Do you want to hang out after class?\"\n\nSally was in shock before yelling, \"What the fuck, that's sexual harassment and, for your information, we already had a study session planned!\"\n\n\"Well, I, um, I could hang out after the studying. I-I kinda liked that? Why don't we hang out tonight,\" Jenna's words surprised Sally as the brunette's face went from one of anger to one of shock.\n\n\"O-oh, well, you're lucky, y-you creep. Whatever. Just exchange numbers or something and let's go,\" Sally said as Jenna hastily wrote her number for Sidney.\n\nSidney rode the bike to Jenna's dorm that night and passionately fucked her for hours before returning to his dorm, exhausted.\n\nAs Sidney awoke the next morning, he noticed two things:\n1. his roommate had taken the bike to work and 2. Jenna had left him a 'Good morning 🙃' text. \n\nSidney smiled, realizing he had gotten his break from repition."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You and the live-in nanny have a very simple arrangement. She’ll do whatever you want her to do at any time as long as you phrase your request in this format: “Please, Annie, would you ___?”
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"content": "[WHOLESOME] [GROUP SEX] [IMPLIED]\n\nLauren eyed her husband for a moment before returning her attention to the mirror. \"We're going to be late if you don't get a move on,\" she said, eyeing her lips carefully as she applied a dark red lipstick. \n\n\"I know,\" groused Mark. He let out a sigh. \"Where's my tie? The blue one, with the stripes?\"\n\nLauren huffed and tugged at her curls in the mirror. \"For God's sake, Mark! *This* is why I asked you to get ready right after dinner instead of waiting thirty minutes before the show!\"\n\n\"You did,\" he agreed with a sigh. \"Please, Annie, would you get in here?\"\n\nA moment later, the nanny walked into their bedroom. The younger brunette smiled at him. \"Yes, Mr. Murdoch?\" she asked, her eyes wide.\n\n\"Have you seen my good tie?\" he asked her. \"I can't go to the opera without it.\"\n\nThe nanny put one finger to her full lips. \"Mm, I don't think so,\" she said slowly in her London accent. \"But I could look for it if you like. The twins are still napping.\"\n\nLauren brightened. \"Would you, please, Annie?\" she asked, snapping her mirror shut. \"I've still got to get into my dress, and we're really running out of time here.\"\n\nMark nodded. \"Yes, that's right. Go look for it, Annie.\" Annie raised one eyebrow, then nodded. \"Yes, sir,\" she murmured, and departed.\n\nMark looked up at his wife. Wearing only her bra and panties, she still cut quite the figure, even after two kids. \"You know,\" he said slyly, \"you don't *have* to get dressed. I like you just the way you are.\"\n\nShe rolled her eyes. \"Perv. I hardly think the ushers will think the same thing.\" \n\n\"You never know!\" he joked. \n\n\"If you're horny, I'll blow you when we get home,\" she said, grabbing some nylons from her dresser. \"But we don't have enough time for it now. And don't you *dare* suggest a quickie!\"\n\nHe ran a finger down her arm. \"Come on,\" he urged, leaning over and kissing her neck. \"We could just stay in tonight...do things right on our anniversary.\"\n\nShe breathed out softly and shivered before turning to glare at him. \"These are expensive tickets, Mark. Expensive *non-refundable* tickets.\" \n\nHe shrugged. \"That your *parents* bought us.\"\n\nShe laughed. \"Not winning any brownie points there, mister. What would I tell my mother when she asks?\"\n\nHe grinned. \"That the nanny couldn't find my tie?\"\n\nShe snorted. \"Don't think I missed the way you asked her.\" She put her hands on her hips and glared at him. She glanced at the door. \"Please, Annie, would you come in?\"\n\nThe nanny opened the door instantly. \"Yes, Mrs. Murdoch?\" she said innocently.\n\n\"Annie, have you found Mark's tie yet?\" she asked sardonically.\n\n\"Why, no, ma'am,\" said Annie sadly with a downcast gaze. \n\n\"Oh *dear*,\" said Lauren. \"That's terrible.\" \n\n\"Awful,\" added Mark. \n\n\"I'm sorry,\" said Annie, eyes still on the floor.\n\n\"You'll need to be punished, you know,\" added Lauren.\n\n\"Yes, ma'am,\" agreed the nanny.\n\nLauren turned to her husband. \"Fine. You win. But only because it's our anniversary.\" She beamed at him, then turned to the nanny. \"Please, Annie... would you be our fucktoy for the evening?\"\n\n\"Yes, ma'am!\" agreed the nanny happily, beginning to unbutton her blouse.\n\n\"After all,\" said Lauren, spreading her legs on the bed, \"I recall someone saying that it's important to do things right on your anniversary.\"\n\n\"You're as beautiful as you are wise,\" agreed Mark. \n\n\"Happy Anniversary, my love,\" said Lauren, and they kissed."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Blushing, she struggled as two of her friends grabbed her out of nowhere and restrained her arms, as another approached with a vibrator. "Time for another orgasm!" one of them sang. The worst part? Part of her was starting to love this...
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"content": "\"EEP, let me go!\" She feigned protest while not actually struggling. the toy found itself against her already moistened panties. Her idiot friends held her firm while she rode the vibrator, trying hard not to moan.\n\n\"Do it, Cassy,\" Sandra whispered into her and she began filling the room with sounds of her approval. Her roommate, Martin, had gotten pretty good at reading what worked while playing with her. At this rate, she'd be comfortable enough to get naked soon. \n\n\"oooo, you dicks.\" She complained as she began cumming, knees giving way as her head went light with bliss. Her friends held her until she regained her composure.\n\n\"You're the one who wanted to be more open with your sexuality.\" Martin intoned as he switched the toy off. \"Careful what you wish for.\"\n\nHer friends let her free to go clean herself and change. She slid off her pants and ruined panties, muttering annoyed complaints under her breath as she dropped them on her hamper, itself overflowing with spent underwear from prior 'surprises'. \n\nShe sat down and began sliding her clean underwear on when the door to her bedroom burst open. \"surprise!\" Shouted her friends as they pinned her to the mattress.\n\n\"Round two!\" Martin added as she heard the vibrator switch back on again."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: While you are being sexually stimulated, you can sing beautifully. You’ve made a career out of your singing voice but nobody knows your secret. Nows your first time performing live in front of an audience.
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"content": "**But I'm A Creep**\n---------------------------------\n\nHaley's heart kept hammering away as she looked through the crowd of just over a thousand people. The theater was abuzz with excitement but Haley felt quite a different form of it as she stood slightly backstage awaiting the stage director's cue to enter the stage. \n\nThe vibrator inside her whirred, slowly building her up closer to a release as she heard the stage director say, \"Alright, the band's ready. You can go out now.\"\n\nThe crowd erupted into cheers and applause as Haley entered the stage, sweating underneath her airy sundress. Haley could feel the heat, both from her nervousness and from the buzzing inside her, feeling as pleasurable as ever. With the raise of her hands, Haley said, \"Hey y'all, thank you all for coming out tonight! Let's get this show started!\"\n\nAlmost instantly, the fans quieted down as the backing band began playing. Haley looked out at the crowd, surprised at how aroused she was being watched by so many people. Of course, she knew there would be no way they would know her secret because the vibrator had been silent to the stage-crew and the driver who chauffered her. \n\nThe prospect of being found out and humiliated in front of the crowd only drew her closer and closer, though. In an instant, on her cue, Haley let the words flow out.\n\n\"When you were here before,\" the words rang out in the microphone as the pianist's notes complemented her, \"couldn't look you in the eye, you're just like an angel, your skin makes me cry.\" \n\nHaley could feel the rush inside her as she continued, \"you float like a feather, in a beautiful world, you're so very special…I wish I was special – but I'm a creeeeeeeeeep, I'm a weirdooooooo.\"\n\nHaley smiled at the thought of how accurately the song described how she felt in the moment, being a secret exhibitionist. \n\n\"What the hell am I doing heeeeeeeeere, I don't belong here,\" she sang softly as she felt the first rush through her, throbbing pleasure making her lean a bit against the microphone stand.\n\n\"I don't care, if it hurts,\" her voice rang out as the backing trumpets played on, \"I wanna have control.\"\n\nHaley appreciated the irony of the words as she felt another one rushing through her, making her lip quiver just a bit.\n\n\"I wanna perfect body, I want a perfect soul and I want you to notice when I'm not around, you're so fuckin special…\"\n\nHaley rode the waves of pleasure as she restrained herself, singing softly, \"I wish I was special.\"\n\nWith a short pause, she belted out the next lines with pleasure-fueled passion, \"But I'm a creeeeeeep, I'm a weirdo-o-o-ooooooo, what the hell am I doing heeeeeeeeere, woah-oh, woah-oh, I don't belong heeeeeeere.\"\n\nAnother orgasm rushed through her as she sang out, \"Sheeeeeeee's run-ning out the doooooooor, sheeeeee's runnn-ing out, she run, run, run, ruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu-un…ruuuuuuun, run, ruuuuuuun,\" her voice softening as she recovered from another orgasm.\n\nAs she felt the orgasm dying down, she finished the song softly, \"whatever makes you happy, whatever you want, you're so fuckin' special…I wish I was special. But I'm a creeeeeeeeeep. I'm a weirdooooooo. What the hell am I doing heeeeeeeeeeere. I don't belong heeeere…I don't belooooong here.\"\n\nThe band died down as Haley sang the last notes. Haley basked in the afterglow of the pleasure as she thanked the audience, her face still hot from how enjoyable the song was. As Haley looked at the set list of four more songs, she just thought about the tiring, but fun night ahead of her."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The only thing more embarrassing than losing a bet and having to let a slime girl fill her womb is admitting that it feels so good she might be addicted to it...
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"content": "Sabrina covers her eyes, her face turning red hot underneath. \n\n“Come on, strip, you lost the bet,” Dena says, and Sabrina begins to get scared. \n\n“I don’t want to,” Sabrina shrieks. \n\n“But you agreed!” Dena yells at her. \n\n“I thought I was going to win the game, losing was embarrassing as it is,” Sabrina whines. \n\n“Too bad,” Dena says, she closes the gap between her and Sabrina and pulls her skirt, and panties down to her ankles. Sabrina steps out of then solemnly. “Good girl,” Dena tells her. \n\nDena and Sabrina met on campus a few weeks ago, but today Dena admitted she was actually a slime girl. *What does that even mean?* Sabrina asked her. To which, Dena explained she can turn her whole body to slime. \n\n“So how are you going to get in there?” Sabrina asks. \n\nDena grabs her and bends her over the table, Sabrina’s erect nipples graze against the hard wood from behind the thin material of her shirt. She can feel her whole pussy on display for Dena as the cold air touches her most sensitive parts. \n\n“Don’t worry, its pretty, now brace yourself,” Dena says. Before Sabrina can reply Dena is slime, and inside her. Sabrina feels her body contort, like an orgasm is about to come but then it doesn’t. Dena moves around, filling Sabrina’s womb. Sabrina barely manages to stay on the table as she spasms. The feeling of Dena inside her is like a drug, one that hits you so fast you barely remember taking it or how you got to that moment of pure ecstasy. \n\n“Fuck, Dena, please,” Sabrina yells, it is as if Dena is edging her a thousand times over. Sabrina is addicted and its not even over. She begins to beg harder, and harder. “I’ll do anything, please, fuck,” Sabrina shrieks but Dena doesn’t let up. \n\nSabrina’s body begins to shake, she clutches the table for dear life before slinking onto the ground as she uses it as support. Dena continues giving Sabrina the most intense edging session she has felt in her entire life. Sabrina has been moved to tears, she’s not sure how long Dena has even been inside her. \n\n“Dena please,” Sabrina sob-begs. \n\nDena makes Sabrina cum, over, and over, and over. Her orgasms wrack her body like a punishment, her muscles spasming in pleasure continuously for minutes on end. Sabrina feels bruised, and dazed, her mind has escaped her body as the pleasure is so intense. \n\nDena slides out of Sabrina’s body, leaving her a mess on the ground a few minutes as she transforms back into her human form once again. Standing over Sabrina’s body Dena stares at her in the fetal position, she crouches down, rolling Sabrina over and cupping her face. Sabrina’s eyes roll around a bit before focusing. \n\n“Are you okay?” Dena asks, her voice soft. \n\n“Yeah,” Sabrina says, unsure of herself. Then, “yeah I’m good,” a minute later in a more natural voice. \n\n“Good,” Dena say, a thoughtful look covering her face, “I need you to take your shirt off,” Dena tells her. \n\n“Why would I do that?” Sabrina yells. \n\n“Because you did say you’d do anything,” Dena says. \n\n“Wha-what,” Sabrina stutters. \n\n“You’re mine now, you said you’d do anything,” Dena tells her. \n\n“No I was just-“ \n\n“So you don’t want that to happen again?” Dena queries her voice calm. \n\n“Well yes,” Sabrina admits, her face deepening in redness. \n\n“Then if I say jump, you say, ‘how high?’ And I’ll say as high as you can bitch,” Dena says, patting Sabrina on the head. \n\n“How high?” Sabrina asks before taking off her shirt. She lays on the floor naked as Dena inspects her body. \n\n“Thats a good girl.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You and your friends go camping. Stuck in the woods, you soon find your being hunted by a pack of monsters. One after another, the others are dragged off into the night. As you're pulled to the den, you figure it out, you're not prey item, you're mates.
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"content": "The forest was silent for now.\n\nAfter the previous events over the evening, the quiet of the darkness beyond made it all that much worse. There had been six of them in the beginning. And then there was one.\n\nThe inventory was shallow to say the least. Six shotgun shells. Two road flares. A cell phone with a signal. Not that calling the police would be a good idea in this case. Orlando went over that idea for a bit longer than was probably safe.\n\nOption A: Call the police; get arrested or shot for the firearms and massive quantities of drugs.\n\nOption B: Don't call the police; hang tight, and try to hold out until morning or backup arrives. (The original plan)\n\nOption C: Don't call the police; give up, and go outside for a nice, long walk.\n\nAs much as \"A\" sounded good. Orlando was heavily weighing \"B\" and \"C\". There was a lot of regret. He'd led the others out here for the deal. And they died. From the sounds he'd heard from the trees, it hadn't been quick. Some of them screamed for half an hour or better.\n\nHe went downstairs, and despite the back of his brain screaming at him not to, pushed the door open. The breeze swept through the cabin and he ignored the chill going up his spine. He passed the doorframe, and nearly leapt out of his skin as someone shoved him roughly inside.\n\nDuring the ensuing fistfight on the floor, the other person kicked the door shut and turned to face him.\n\n\"Bro, CHILL! Chill! Chill, it's just me.\"\n\n\"Uri?!\"\n\n\"Yes? Get the gun out of my face!\"\n\nBoth of them breathed for a second, before howls bounced off the walls. They froze as the sounds closed in again for the Nth time that night.\n\n\"...That ain't the wind.\" Orlando assumed.\n\n\"Hell no it ain't! Help me bar the door.\"\n\nIt took some short effort, but before long, they'd shoved a bookcase over the door. In the windows, between the boards, shadows moved under the moonlight. Orlando signed to go upstairs, but Uri urged them into the kitchen. There weren't any windows there.\n\nAnd so here they waited, backs to the sink. Orlando trained on the door, Uri nursing a injury on one of his arms. Ready for the end. The cabinet between their legs flying open, however, sent both men into honest hysterics.\n\nThe girl emerging from under the sink, quickly waved them off. Not that she had to. The pair of them had huddled by the fridge, before backing off each other.\n\n\"June?! You're alive!\" Uri gasped as he quickly hugged her.\n\nHe landed a kiss, before she slapped him away. \"Get the *fuck off me*!\"\n\nEverybody quit hugging and listened as the cabin creaked again.\n\n\"Where is everybody?\" June asked after some preemptive checking.\n\n\"Where's is- What?!\" Orlando snipped. \"Everybody? *Everybody dead*. You left us.\"\n\n\"I didn't leave.\" She lied, \"I just... Needed to get a flashlight. Under the sink.\"\n\n\"Oh Lord.\" Uri whispered.\n\n\"Don't start, you still have your gun.\" She balked.\n\n\"You could've helped us, but no, you wanna hide under the sink. That's fucked up.\"\n\n\"What about Uri? He was here.\"\n\nHe rasped as he poured vodka over the cuts on his arm. \"I spent the last half hour running around the goddamn mountain. No thanks to you.\"\n\n\"Hey, I called Luciana while I was hiding thank you.\"\n\n\"How long until she shows up then?\"\n\n\"...I don't know.\"\n\n\"How the hell are you gonna call her, and not get a time of arrival? We're trapped in a house in woods, by who knows what. And Luciana needs to bring her crew up here to our little campsite and bring the heat.\"\n\nUri was silent, and rather pale now.\n\n\"Uri?\" June asked with concern. \"Uri? Are you okay?\"\n\n\"Sure.\"\n\n\"...What are they?\"\n\n\"They're hairy... Big... Lots of teeth...\" The mental image caused the others to nod along as he rasped. \"...Huge tits. At least, I think they were tits?? What the fuck did I *see*?\"\n\n\"-What.\"\n\n(cont'd. below)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A goth pixie agreed to let her mage friend have some pixie dust. The thing is, a pixie's wings are rather sensitive, and getting the pixie dust from them is considered rather... intimate.
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"content": "A young mage of the name Naivitus Smalldikins is traveling with his little pixie friend that she met in the enchanted slutty woods. The pixie named Trixie is a little vixen that met the young mage on the woods and with her curiosity she wanted to see what the young mage was up to. “So where are we going?” asked Trixie the pixie. \n\nNaivitus :“Well you see Trixie I am trying to make a few potions for the local nursery, turns out the nearby town has a plague spreading around, it already killed many young women and the only ones left are not in a good shape” said the mage who’s name is too long and I regret using it. \n\nTrixie: “Alright how is this potion going to help?”. The mage informed her of a potion brew known to cure plague and increase fertility in order to repopulate the town, however she didn’t take too well of what the contents of the potion were. \n\nTrixie: “So the main component is pixie dust… and you think I will provide that dust for you or something?” asked the pixie in a almost insulted tone. \n\nNaivitus: “Well yes I actually hoped you would provide some if I may ask. I expect you would like something in return. I read you pixies would be willing to trade for it?”\n\nTrixie paused her flying for a moment and looked at the mage from top to bottom. She seems to smirk and has a blush on her face and softly biting her underlip.\n\nTrixie: “Well I am willing to part with some, however you should know that I may need your help to give you some.”\n\nNaivitus: “Oh? Pray tell why is that?”\n\nTrixie: “In order to provide pixie dust a ritual must be performed. I am a generous pixie so ill give you some. I would just need you to help me to perform the ritual, it’s a two creature process.”\n\nNaivitus: “Wow, alright lets go to my study and start the ritual, I have plenty of space, books, flasks. Whatever we need I can provide.”\n\nTrixie nods at his mage companion and they both make their way to the mages’ study. \n After arriving to the study the pixie and mage got straight to work. \n \n\nNaivitus: “So what do we need to do, the sooner I get the pixie dust the better. Ofcourse I may need to have enough for 200 people”\n\nTrixie blushed red when hearing the number.\n\nTrixie: “Oh wow, that is a lot of people, but sure no worries. We can get enough dust for that many in a matter of days. Alright so first, open you palm so I can do it comfortably”. \n \n\nNaivitus complies and does just as he was asked, excitement and curiosity taking the better of him. \n Trixie lands an his palms and sits and he looks up to Naivitus with a smile.\n\nTrixie: “Good so next you need to close your eyes for the remainder for of the ritual.”\n\nThe mage looks at her with an eyebrow raised. He shrugs and closes his eyes as told.\n\nTrixie: “Trust me its part of the process. Now stick out your tongue right in front of me and Ill do the rest”\n\nThe mage sticks out his tongue and waits. Trixie starts getting close to the tongue and stares longingly. Internally she cannot contain her excitement.\n\nTrixie: “Alright Ill start the ritual, you need to keep your eyes closed and keep your tongue out until I tell you. Afterwards you can collect the dust.”\n\nTrixie the starts hugging the tongue and sucks on it as if she were making out with it. Her size is the same as the tongue and she starts hugging the tongue. After doing so she starts grinding on it.\n\nTrixie: “Fuck yeah young tongue is amazing!”\n\nNot much after Trixie starts producing dust from her wings and starts to pile up on the floor. She keeps sexually assaulting the tongue with such verbosity that she has climaxed.\n\nTrixie: “FUCK”\n\nThe mage being concerned opens his eyes and looks down to the pixie.\n\nTrixie: “No you fucking idiot! Don’t look!\n\nNaivitus responds with a muffled and confused tone.\n\nNaivitus: “Phmwhypff?”\n\nTheir eyes locked and the earth trembled, shortly after it settled and a small magic circle appeared out of thin air and slapped on both creatures’ chest.\n\nAfter the flash of light the pixie had a pentagram in her chest. She looked up and noticed that the mage looked at his chest freaking out that he had a mark on his chest.\n\nTrixie: “Good job little shit, now we are bonded for eternity!”\n\nNaivitus: “Why?!”\n\nTrixie: “When a pixie gets intimate with another creature and looks at each other eyes we become one!”\n\nTrixie: “That’s why we only go to young men at night in their sleep!”\n\nNaivitus: “Then why the fuck did you agree?!”\n\nTrixie: “…I wanted to do it when you were awake, it was fun at first! It felt so good! But now we are stuck with each other! I am yours, and you are mine!”\n\nTrixie and Naivitus stare at each other. The mage broke the silence.\n\nNaivitus: “So what now?”\n\nTrixie: “Wanna bang?”\n\nThe End"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The villainess has realized the perfect avenue to corrupt the adult magical girls opposing her: the latent lesbian tension between the maidens.
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"content": "\"Hey Rose, I was just thinking, would you like to hang out this weekend- no not intentional enough\" Lily paced the locker room, re-running all of her failed ideas to ask out the team captain.\n\n\"Oh- hey Rose! You know as the last Floral Defender to turn 18 I'd love to celebrate my adulthood with some ice cream and - Why am I so bad at this?!\" She hit a locker, not hard enough to dent it; she'd always been the overly cautious defender. It's one of the reasons she hadn't been captured in the Great Maw fight last week.\n\nShe inhaled as she rounded the lockers to walk to the showers, eager to wash off this afternoon's battle with the Oil Brigade. She smelled like a muffler.\n\n\"Listen Rose\" She mumbled, slowly believing she was going to be alone the rest of her life. \"I love everything about you. Your confidence gives me the courage to be a better Defender. The way you stop and help even the stragglers get to safety fills me with hope. I love the twinkle in your eyes and the way you put on your Defender gloves, and even your terrible one-liners.\"\n\nShe grinned as she stepped into the shower room. \"I especially love your tight a-\"\n\nEep! Someone was in the shower, but wait, that's not a defender. She was far too tall. Those thorns!\n\n\"Cruel Ivy!\" She raised her arms to defend herself, cursing that she'd left her F-amulet in her purse. What was the voluptuous queen of all things unjust doing in their shower, naked no less?\n\n\"Oh dear\" Ivy laughed, her voice as darkly smooth as it ever was. She couldn't fight this evil alone. She began retreating when the voluptuous demigod raised her right arm. A blinding light filled the room as she radiated a luminous brilliance. Lily shielded her eyes, stepping back cautiously lest this was a trap. When the light finally began to dim she steadied herself, and looked to see- \"Rose?\"\n\nThe redhead had a devilish look. No-this was a trap, but she looked perfect. She towered almost a foot over Lily, marble skin and perky C breasts the young defender was ashamed to admit she'd glanced at every opportunity. Lily tried to fight every instinct in her body to embrace this decoy. \n\nIt was in vain; Rose grabbed her by the arms and pulled her in, bringing her lips down on Lily's. Oh God, the number of times Lily had daydreamed this scenario playing out. She wrapped her hands around Rose and pulled her as close as she could, hoping this was real. \n\n\"Listen to me my sweet pet\" Came Ivy's words in Rose's voice. One of her hands slid down somewhere sensitive. \n\n\"This is just the beginning if you do exactly as I say.\" The unfamiliar sensation of someone else's hands caressing her womanhood made the young defender shudder. She moaned as another hand found her right breast, kneading it. \n\nLily leaned against the wall as two fingers explored her. She felt an orgasm rising in her and she braced herself for release.\n\nBut the fingers stopped and pulled themselves away. Ivy stood towering above her, her mature frame replaced that of her love. \n\n\"Rose can be yours. It all can, but first, you must agree to help me.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Using partially translated, ancient and incomplete notes, and aspiring alchemist mixes up a potion to give himself the perfect body. He didn't realize that body was female, or *what* it was perfect for...
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"content": "The potion went down smooth, even with it's unsettling contents. I am writing these notes to dictate my apotheosis into a true perfect being. I found the notes in the temple of Cazait. The old alchemist that was once the most intelligent man alive. He was assassinated before he could make it himself. The powder dragon scales, the living heart of a dryad, and several ingredients I am not going to list here in fear of someone else making this elixir. \n\nThe moment I swallowed down the content on an empty stomach. I felt the first change, my mind expanded. I could sense emotions the same way a human could smell good food. I found myself following travelers near my home, just out of reach but smelling all those sweet emotion. I began to fear that I was becoming some sort of undead or vampire due to their lust and excitement smelling the most attractive to me.\n\nThe second day was the first of the physical transformations. I woke up with deep red skin and a set of amazing breast. I was originally male but when I looked in a mirror, my average cock was replaced with a vagina. Full disclosure I spent most of the day masturbating and learning how to properly urinate. Odd thing is that my body considers urination optional and am I able to use all matter I consume and leave no byproduct. This day I happened to come across a small group of monsters, goblins and ogres. Rather than attack me, they seem to think of me as a fellow monster and left me unmolested. They left me a deer carcass as a peace offering.\n\nThe third day my form became even more obscene. My breast expanded to the size of a large farm animal, while my body was big enough that each limb was sticking out of a separate corner of my mansion. My lower half was heavily muscular and covered with a deep black fur. I had a centaur like build and my hairs were sensitive enough that I could 'see' my entire body and six feet around me. I spent the day digging a burrow large enough to move my personal items. A hunter found me in the middle of this and started to run. I couldn't let him reveal my location so I captured him. I learned that I can shrug off arrows and bullets while still having soft skin. \n\nDay four... I am a monster. The man that I capture was kind enough to help me in exchange for not eating him. My first experiment was to have him touch my body and point out any oddities. This was fine until he reached touched near my vagina. I... hate recounting this but I will for accuracy. I immediately came his hands didn't even penetrate. I ask, no, begged him to ravage me. My now feminine voice has a psychic effect. He did as he was ordered. His body felt magnificent within mine.\n\nDay five, Howard, the hunter, awoke different he was now six feet and muscular. His skin a deep red and his shaft. Oh his wonderful shaft was almost a third leg. He knew what I wanted and he obliged me without words. My body received him perfectly. He bred me like a rutting animal and I consumed his lust. He returned to his normal thoughts but I could feel his need.\n\nHours later I watched as Howard left to hunt. I noted that he didn't bring his bow or his side arm. I tended to my lab and made a few potions to keep my mind off of him. I suddenly got a rush of lust from him. He returned from his hunt with a buck, the buck was alive but in a stupor. I learned that Howard's sweat and seed was a powerful aphrodisiac. We didn't require meat to survive any longer so we just rutted while the buck wandered away to find a doe. \n\nThis body was still changing, the second month my transformation completed when an incubus decided to drop by. He was drawn to my scent and tried to seduce me. This was a test I was excited to attempt. Could the Incubus drain a perfectly sexual being?\n\n\nNo. The Incubus spent a week fucking me, every day he would come into my cave and I would drain his pretty little cock. He would get less and less corrupt. When I drain him fully of his corruption, I lost my beastly lower half and took on a more beautiful appearance. My skin became a flawlessly smooth and a subtle pink. My inhuman legs gave way to a pair of sexy toned limbs. My head ached for a moment as a pair of small white horns spourted. My back shuddered as a pair of white wings spread from them.\n\nAs I reached my apotheosis the goblins from before had reached my cavern drawn by the energy released as I consumed the Incubus energy. My power lashed out like a wave, half-curse and half-blessing I transformed them all into beautiful feminine version of themselves. They would forever have a flawless beauty and would be the progenitor of my coming species. The Incubus lost his form and corruptive powers but he was not a true human again. He was a beacon resonating pure human spirit and the changed monster girls seemed drawn to him with pure lust and almost no hostile intent. I wonder if I did this to all monster kind. Made them into these... Monster girls, Could I create an era of peace. I think I'll experiment a little more. Image how wonderful things will be if everyone is as endowed and horny as the former incubus. Humanity would be too horny for war."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Heterosexual Adults in Loving Marriage Consent to Penis-in-Vagina Intercourse in the Missionary Position for the Sole Purpose of Procreation.
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"content": "Alright, I'm going to try my hand at it:\n\n~~----------------------------------------------------------------~~\n\nAdam held his new bride lovingly as he carried her into the bedroom. The wedding was exhausting but through it all, they both knew the anticipation was past the breaking point.\n\nJoanna kissed him lovingly as she eyed him with the solid resolve to do what the Lord had wanted them to do. With a sultry whisper, Adam's heart hammered as he heard the breathy words: \"Breed me.\"\n\nAdam kicked the suite door closed as he kissed the silky-smooth skin of her neck. Gentle arms laid her down as steady motions transformed into a cascade of formal wear. A shirt here, a veil there, and the dress on the armchair. Eager hands ran on soft flesh as lips met skin, hot with excitement. The couple had played many times, just skirting at the limit of what the good Lord would allow and, with heated passion, now burst forth in loving embrace. \n\nThe tux and the dress-shirt soon joined the wedding dress as arms wrapped around torsos, gripped tightly with furious heat. One hand slid under the brassiere as the other slid off the panties, meanwhile her graceful fingers brushed the outline of his hardness. All the clothes were separated from their owners as the foreplay continued until the couple, in heat, enjoyed the feel of each others' flesh. \n\nJoanna's lips suckled on his as if his mouth held the sweetest honey. Adam's hands gripped the soft cheeks above those perfect, pale thighs as his virility brushed against hers. As he looked into her eyes, he awaited her begging words to make him complete his duty to the Lord.\n\nJust three words drove him to fulfill his duty: \"put it in.\" Slick folds were parted as wetness poured forth from the eager chasm. There was little blood, considering how wet Joanna had gotten, and her ridges caressed his sensitive tip with each stroke. Heavy breathing and moans broke the air as her legs wrapped around his strong thighs. Adam felt powerful and complete as he held himself over her, his hips sliding over hers as each stroke entered and exited the tight wetness. \n\nIt would be over soon though as the couple finished what they were meant to do, her legs wrapped around his hips holding him in as his seed spilled forth into her womb. The couple kissed an hour more as his arousal died down, her slit still holding onto him for just a bit longer. The night died down with some contented pillow talk and, after getting cleaned up, some satisfied rest with the feeling that they had finally done what they were meant to do.\n\nThe End."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The party is having trouble paying for a night at the inn. Straws are drawn, and the paladin ends up an exotic dancer for the night.
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"content": "\"Are you kidding me?\" Vorki rumbled. \n\n\"You drew the short straw and we don't have much money after the sheer amount of curatives we had to drown in after the last dungeon.\" The human mage sighed and ran a hand over her flawless skin. \"Besides it's not against your religion to dance for a night.\"\n\nVorki sighed, \"What do you know of my faith?\"\n\nShe grinned and pulled a copy of his holy book from her backpack. \"Everything. Wanted to make sure you wouldn't gut me for Necromancy or other magics.\"\n\nVorki sighed, \"Yet you avoid every sermon I gave.\"\n\nThe group laughed but soon they shuffled uncomfortably. Vorki had traveled with the group long enough to know when they wanted him to do something but knew they couldn't force him. He grumbled and nodded before traveling to the counter of the inn.\n\n\"We will accept your terms, Innkeeper.\" He said and watched as the elderly woman smiled with a few missing teeth.\n\n\"So who will it be, the beautiful magic woman? That stern looking Ogre, or the reptile woman that smells of woods?\" She licked her lips in the most perverse way. \n\n\"I will do it.\" Vorki said stiffly.\n\n\"You? Sir are you aware that you are-\" she started but he raised a hand.\n\n\"I am aware and I am still going to do it. You did say you would take any of us.\" He mumbled.\n\n\"Yes yes. I'm just surprised. Now as you know you are allowed to keep any tips, you may bed any patron and your room is good for two nights long as you work both nights.\" She said looking over his armor and noting his religious heraldry. \"Our customers are allowed to touch you anywhere.\"\n\n\"Very well. I will get prepared.\" He said as she guided him to the changing rooms.\n\nTwo hours later, Vorki strode out on the stage. He wore only a bright gold pair of tight underwear, both of his large cocks could not be contained by the fabric. Both of his tips were revealed through the underwear. Vorki repressed a growl as he noticed his entire party had front row seats at the VIP table. Vorki moved to the pole and the spotlight crystals. \n\nHe took in a deep breath and began to dance. The crowd gasped in surprise at his serpentine like movements, occasionally he would thrust out at a table. The sound of several gold coins hitting the table made him blush darkening the inside of his wings. He pulled on his magic reserves to pull all of the light toward him. His scales refracted light and cast rainbows around as he danced off the stage and moved to crowd. The first table was filled with lusty looking goblins. \n\nVorki felt the first gold coin slipped into his underwear, a several small hands teased at his shafts. A drop of pre-cum escaped both cocks as he grabbed one of the goblin's and whispered in her ear. \"Let's see if you can put enough coins to make them fall.\" His whisper was loud enough that the other tables easily heard and began spreading it.\n\nThe coins came flying in, first from the goblins. Then the humans. The most generous donation came from a single kobold merchant that placed a platinum ingot between his tail and his rump. The next dancer started to step out on the stage just as the light spell faded. Vorki was free to target customers as he pleased now. He didn't make it three full steps before he was approached by a human female and the kobold merchant. \n\n\"Did you enjoy the show?\" He asked sizing them up. The female looked to be in her forties and possibly wealthy with the amount of arcane there woven into her clothes. The merchant looked a little less bold now that he was sobering up.\n\n\"Sir... I have traveled the world twice and I have never seen a dragon give a full exotic dance.\" The woman spoke with a deep accent of the mountain tribes.\n\n\"This one has always fantasized about the great lords being accessible but this was more than he could hope for. May this unworthy one interest you in a trade?\" He pulled a chair for Vorki to sit.\n\nVorki sat on the wooden chair with the feeling of warm coins sliding along his crotch. He had made more money in this simple dance than he has in the last four dungeons. \"I am not a great lord, just a simple dragon dancer.\"\n\nThe merchant smiled, \"I would like to pay you for a private dance and possibly to mate.\"\n\nVorki paused, \"Oh? I'm sure my size is big enough to damage you and I wouldn't want to hurt such a generous kobold.\"\n\nThe green scaled kobold gave a nervous smile, \"Not just me... My entire warren. That sixty kobolds.\" \n\nEven with his gold scales the dragon managed to pale a bit. \"I don't think I'm capable of such a feat.\"\n\n\"I would pay two gold for every kobold and one platinum for every female impregnated.\" The merchant blushed, \"We only have ten males outside myself, so that is forty-nine platinum and sixty gold. We have potions to keep you able to breed.\"\n\nVorki could buy enough churches to populate half the country with that kind of money. The dragon greed took over as his mind became a haze. He barely remembered the next few hours, when he finally snapped back to sane thoughts it was morning. The merchant, who name he vague remember as Daki, was currently drinking a healing potion as his body mended from a rough fucking. The human was smoking a long pipe as she rubbed cum off her chest. His own party lay about him like defeated foes in broken armor and violated bodies.\n\n\"Oh what have I done.\" He shivered.\n\nThe dragonborne druid sat up first, \"You went into a rut. God, Vorki, if you were that hard up we could have just got you off occasionally. The whole tavern smells like a brothel and you didn't spare anyone that was fertile. If the barrier wasn't put into place you'd have a bounty on your scaly head.\"\n\n\"Is everyone okay?\" Vorki asked.\n\n\"I fucked a dragon so I can scratch that off my bucket list.\" The ogre snorted.\n\nVorki looked down and noticed that he has a thick liquid drooling from between his legs.\n\n\"I have never seen such passion!\" The female goblin trapped under his flaccid cocks giggled.\n\n\"How much do you think a dragon slayer would cost so I can die of something other than embarrassment?\" Vorki groaned. \"I'm supposed to be the sane one among us.\"\n\n\"I can't call what you did to the Innkeeper as sane. She pretty much gave us lifetime free rooms. Hell, I think you awakened something in that bag of bones.\" The ogre grunted, \"I don't say this often but I don't think I can compete with someone that fierce.\"\n\n\"Stop.\" Vorki groaned.\n\n\"Did you see what he did to the demon? He exorcised it with his dick.\" The mage chuckled.\n\n\"Stoooop!\" Vorki moaned weakly.\n\n\"This one was quite impressed with his willingness to preform sex acts with the centaur barmaid. He even managed to fit both of his shaft inside of her.\" Daki added.\n\n\"No more....\" Vorki said putting the cum stained covers over his face."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [Romance] A severely arachnophobic adventurer is accidentally caught in the web of a benevolent spider spirit. Once she realizes what happened, she disguises herself as a human adventurer and frees him. Having taken a liking to him, she decides to accompany him, and slowly falls in love...
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"content": "Lucky for you I love spider girl gentle femdom! ;) With some pretty aggressive time skipping, this came in at about 5,700 words. Unfortunately, reddit sucks for posting (and reading) anything over about 2,000.\n\nI hope you'll forgive me for posting it to my blog instead:\n\n[Part 1](https://bakecookieswritesmut.com/2021/05/21/arachnia-part-1/) (Set up, romance, wooing)\n\n[Part 2](https://bakecookieswritesmut.com/2021/05/21/arachnia-part-2/) (Spider bondage sexy times + happy ending)\n\nI think spiders are quite beautiful/cute (though an aversion is very natural!) so I hope that Arachnia and I can win you over a little bit. :)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When she arrived to start her apprenticeship as an artificer, she didn't realize that the guild had assigned her to a magical sex shop!
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"content": "Good End:\n\nLiliander Silverleaf sat down on the stool that had been provided to her and sighed. A decade of basic mage training and half as many again of special training at the artificer collegium, and this was the internship she had been granted, a glorified shopkeeper in a den of depravity and debauchery. The sheer injustice of it was almost enough to wring tears from her eyes, but she held firm. It would only be... another eleven months. She barely resisted the urge to let her head fall into her hands.\n\nRoderick Rohstahl, her manager, made an appearance, a middle age human and yet not quite a third her age. He placed down a box of new stock for her to first identify and then shelve. It was simple enough equipment, paired rings that would allow the wearer to see through the clothes of their companion, a cat of nine tails that inflicted pain, but not injury, rods of vibration, and various potions that altered the body, increasing certain body parts, or appearance, or sensitivity. She rattled them all off while her manager nodded in approval.\n\nHe congratulated her, which felt like being damned by faint praise, and informed her that he would be auditing the books for the rest of the afternoon. Meaning she'd be out in the aisle putting things away until a customer came in, taking care of them (words that made her shudder), and then resuming her task. It was about learning to be a competent shopkeeper, he informed her, and reminded her, again, that she would need eyes on the back of her head (something she would need to learn or make herself) to avoid being robbed if she were to run an open air shop like this one.\n\nShe grin and bore it. Stocking was tedious, but frankly, she preferred it to actually talking with perverts and deviants. Activating the door alarm, she set out to do her task while her manager trundled into the back.\n\nShe was halfway done when she heard the door chime. She turned around, watching the door hang open for a moment before it swung closed again. She rolled her eyes, glad whoever it was had chickened out. She really didn't want to deal with customers.\n\nShe finally finished putting the potions away and was heading back towards the front desk when she saw it. Or rather, didn't see it. One of the glass display cases... well, it wasn't open, not normally, but a circle of glass had been cut out, and the item inside was gone. Her eyes widened. When had that happened? What had been taken? She pushed those thoughts aside and opened her mouth to raise the alarm, but nothing came out.\n\nA silence spell! No wonder she hadn't heard! She was just starting to move to get her manager when she was struck from behind, a rope wrapping around her wrists. It was a simple bondage item, something for those inexperienced with rope who wanted to test it out without making the bindings too tight or too loose. It was quickly proving to be a useful item for detaining people, because she barely managed a step before falling forward. She barely managed to turn so she landed on her arm rather than her chest when she saw the sheen of invisibility fade from her attacker.\n\nHer blood ran cold. A drow? Here? Why? How? Her attacker sneered, and pulled out an item that sent a cold shiver down her spine. The item from the case, a tiara of feeblemind, it used by those who wanted to either dumb themselves down or dumb down their partners temporarily. She squirmed, trying to push herself out of the sphere of silence so she could call for help, but the drow knelt down at her side and she felt the tiara press onto her brow. She tried to resist the magic of the item, but it felt like an incredible weight falling onto her mind, crushing her thoughts. \n\nHer last thought was how difficult it was to think.\n\n*~~~*\n\nRoderick grimaced as he placed the tiara down and out of the way. It's overwhelming signature had made identifying anything else impossible. The moment he pulled it off her eyes fluttered, she caught sight of him, and then her face went pale. She began to reach for herself, but he grabbed her arms and shook his head. “You're okay, or you will be. I kept the bastard from dragging you out, but he didn't make it an easy fight. He tossed you into a rack of potions and salves. They will wear off. Nod if you understand me.”\n\nLiliandra trembled in his grip, letting out a mewling whimper as she nodded. He could see that she wanted him, wanted him inside her, wanted to throw herself on top of him, wanted to be groped and fondled and fucked. She was barely holding on in a haze of magically induced lust. The feeling must have been unbearable. She tried to twist out of his grip, but quivered and let out a low moan as her thighs rubbing against the floor.\n\nRoderick grimaced, giving up on diagnosing everything. She'd been dosed with more magical effects than he'd ever witnessed on a single person. He was tempted to drag her to a hospital, worried about the almost nauseating amount of magical effects that had stacked up on her, but he couldn't risk it. She'd been dosed with a simply absurd amount of pheromones and magical captivators, too many for him to mask. Honestly, it was an effort of will not to force her down and fuck her right there on the floor like an animal, any lesser man, or woman, or even common animal they met on the way was likely to force themselves upon her, consequences be damned. And it wasn't like she had any defenses. Beyond being more than willing, she was completely naked, the shredded remains of her clothing lying in tatters on the floor around her. \n\nShe recovered from the gentle rub against the floor and looked down at herself, letting out a panicked yelp. He couldn't blame her, she wasn't the lithe figure she had been even an hour ago. Her breasts had swelled to absurd size, larger than her head, and a steady stream of milk poured from puffy nipples. The white liquid ran down over her stomach which had swelled to look like that of a pregnant woman, but one who was clearly carrying multiple children. Her ass and thighs had torn through her pants as well, but he doubted she could see that, given her stomach. \n\nHe could see fear, panic and revulsion spread across her face and he freed a hand to grab her face to force her to look at him. “Focus on me Liliandra. Focus. These effects are temporary. You've received many doses, but they will wear off. There won't be any lasting changes, when they wear off, you'll be back to normal. Do you understand?”\n\nShe tried, nodding again, but her resolve only lasted a second. She looked at him, tears spilling from her eyes as she tried to push herself onto him again. “N-need-” She moaned, losing herself in lust. \n\nDamnit all, he didn't want to do this. “Aphrodite! Adonis!” His two Flesh Golems, specially designed to be physically beauty, approached. He let go and pulled back in one smooth movement, letting Liliandra fall, but keeping her from throwing herself onto her, “Take her to the back room and help her relieve herself. Take care of her needs.” He watched as the pair lifted her off the ground and took her to one of the private rooms they so often attended. He sighed and wiped his brow, stopping the pair to give the elf a brand new pitch black dildo, “Feel free to use this. Consider it a gift from the drow that attacked you.” Whether or not she understood it, she accepted it eagerly, and he turned away before he saw what she chose to do with it.\n\nA few moments later he was back in his office, flopping down into his seat, glad to be away from the heady aphrodisiacs and compelling odors. The shop would be closed for days, and he would have to contact the guild about compensation for the sheer amount of goods that had been destroyed, but his intern had been neither killed nor enslaved, and that counted for something. Not for the first or last time he was glad that nothing he sold was lethal. He'd heard too many horror stories of naïve new artificers in weapon shops making mistakes similar to the one his intern had, but who had received a final, fatal lesson. Assuming the magical effects wore off, and they should, the only lasting consequences would be that she learned an important lesson about thieves... and she would be far more acquainted with some of the merchandise than the average intern."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A heroine must negotiate peace for a town with a tentacle monster. The monster communicates telepathically but must insert a tentacle into an orifice to create the connection
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"content": "The legends foretold of the great beast's awakening; the entire kingdom was aware of it. Ancient markings were scrawled across the decrepit gravesites depicting a large, tentacle beast laying waste to the kingdom. \n\nYears ago, the then-hero and his adventuring party had stopped the rise of the demon king, earning both himself and his party honorable positions. One such individual was his fisncee-turned-wife, Stella, the Maiden of Light. Her purity and kindness was known throughout the kingdom and it was only matched by her strength and holy magic.\n\nBut the day came when the legends came true and the tentacled beast arose out of the plains. It was a writhing mass of tentacles with almost no other discernable features. The legends detailed howv it communicated, but after that, they faded. They spoke of a Maiden of Light who could connect and understand the creature in a specific way. \n\nStella and her husband had been tasked with intercepting and taking with the beast, hoping to parlay with it. As they neared the plains, Stella's nerves began to falter. Her husband encouraged her, telling her that she was strong and could handle this. That was the encouragement she needed. \n\nIn the distance, she saw the towering, wriggling cacophony of tentacles. Her husband remained at a distant, yet comfortable distance while she approached. A tentacle came out to meet her and she gulped, taking a deep breath and opening her mouth. The slimy, pink appendage slid into her mouth and slowly began to pulsate, moving ever so slightly back and forth. She did her best to move past the discomfort and nerves to beseech the beast. \n\n\"Oh, legendary one, welcome to our kingdom. I am Stella, the Maiden of Light. I have come to negotiate peace with you.\" Her voice was projected to the creature telepathically. As interesting as that was, she couldn't help but note the sweetness of the tentacle in her mouth. Whatever it was secreting was delicious; if she wasn't careful, she'd lose focus.\n\n\"Ah, a blessed maiden; I have long since awaited your arrival. Worry not, I am not here to harm you.\" The voice replied in her head. It was soft and calming, almost melodic. It made a gentle warmth spread over her body.\n\n*I can trust him... He wouldn't lie to me...* The thought crossed her mind in her own voice, the words sinking in.*He doesn't want to hurt me. He's so kind...* \n\n\"I'm sure your kingdom is scared of me, but you can dissuade them, yes? I'm no monster.\" She heard him speak once more. \n\n\"Yes, of course,\" she replied without hesitation. She momentarily regained a sense of agency. *When did I remove my clothing?* She looked down at her nakrf which seemed to be covered with the liquid from the tentacle in her mouth as it spilled from her lips and down her breasts. Stella also noticed that she was been hungrily gulping the sweet, addicting liquid down her throat. \n\n\"What are you doing to me?\" She asked, less accusatory and more happy. \n\n\"Oh, my dear, sweet maiden, the legends weren't any communicating and pacifying me; they were about what was required for the first sacrifice and feeding. You still become my bride and priestess, spreading my message and my seed across the world. You love the way that sounds, don't you?\" The voice was so... calming. Loving. Caring. Commanding. \n\n\"Yes... I love it... To be your bride and priestess... The highest honor imaginable...\" Her stomach was distended due to the liquid being pumped into her and her breasts had gotten significantly fuller. Beyond the veil of her hearing, her husband was beating against a psychic wall, screaming as he tried to get to her. Her singular focus was on the creature in front of her. The tentacles parted slightly to allow her entrance. Somewhere, the last rational part of her mind was screaming for her to flee she run. But the rest of her was given over to this creature. She took a step forward and then another.\n\nSeveral tentacles reached out and wrapped around her waist, arms, and legs, pulling her into the center of its being. Suddenly, tentacles assaulted her from all angles, wrappeling around and latching onto her breasts, teasing and sucking her nipples. Her chaste, virgin pussy was already slick with excitement and wetness. As a Maiden of Light, she had to take a strict vow of Chasity; not even her husband was allowed to penetrate her. \n\nAnd yet, a tentacle slid between her drenched folds in an unceremonious manner, extending all the way into her womb. She moaned against the tentacle in her mouth as it continued to feed and control her, erasing who she was and making her into what it wanted her to be. Another tentacle snaked its way into her tight, toned ass, alternating thrusts with the one in her slit. \n\nShe moaned, crying out in muffled, orgasmic bliss. Her thoughts of her husband and kingdom faded, replaced by an irresistible urge to serve her new master. A small tentacle find us was around her neck, cutting off into a collar. \"Now you will forever be marked as mine. You will no longer have a name. You will be my slave. My priestess. My breeding sow. Above all else, you will serve me.\"\n\nThe voice was audible and demanding, but she wouldn't say no even if she could. This all felt far too good to cut off. As the tentacles poured their seed inside of her, she felt her body go limp in the tendrils binding her. \"Do not worry, my slave... When you awake, I will give you more pleasure and more of my seed. We are bound eternally and you are completely mine.\" \n\nAs Stella's body shook with an orgasm, she felt the last remnants of herself fade away, now given completely over to her new master, ready to usher in the new world."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A solemn and beautiful mercenary is invited to a feast to celebrate her saving the kingdom. For the first time in years, she’s wearing a beautiful dress instead of armour.
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"content": "\"Remind me again why I gotta wear this gods-damned dress?\" Rowan asked she hadn't been allowed to take her sword and without her sword or armor... Well she'd almost rather feel naked at this point.\n\n\"The king and queen will be there.\" Dezmel said, she was Rowan's go-to enchanter whenever she needed something magical. In this case she had asked for some help figuring out which armor to wear to a formal event... Only to be put in this gaudy getup. \"You'll need to be presentable, besides, it looks good on you.\"\n\n\"An' I'm sure t'have a hundred boys barely past twenty summers tellin' me it'd look better on the ground. Is why I like to keep my sword about so they know better then to talk shite.\"\n\n\"Rowan, why are you so cruel to men? They're not as bad as you make them out to be.\"\n\n\"On account that they are. If I 'ad my way, they'd all stay home for this an' nobody would 'ave to wear these bloody corsets.\" Rowan huffed.\n\n\"Ahem.\" A voice behind them both made herself known. It was the princess. \"Well... It is a feast in your honor.\" She declared \"I was sent to fetch you, but it seems we have offended your... Sensibilities with our customary fare. I shall speak to my father and see what can be done for this.\"\n\n\"Shit... Princess, look, i appreciate it, but I get this is a formal whatever.\" Rowan tried to explain.\n\n\"No, no, if it is a hassle to be courted by men, and a hassle to wear formal attire, then it is no gift to ask these things of you. Word shall be sent of any changes to the arrangements.\" The princess smiled, gave a small courtesy, and left.\n\n\"Now you've done it.\" Dezmel huffed.\n\n\"Just help me outta this thing.\" Rowan groaned\n\nIt took only a three hours for word to be sent that Rowan was to arrive at the castle in her \"most comfortable garments.\"\n\nSo she left for the castle, was permitted through the gates, but was stopped outside the ballroom. \"I will take your clothes miss.\" A maid said.\n\n\"I'm sorry what?\" Rowan was confused.\n\n\"Oh, I was told that holding the ball nude was your idea.\" The maid said. \"Regardless, i will wash them and have them returned to you before you leave.\"\n\n\"Bloody hell...\" Rowan huffed. \"Fine, ain't gonna risk makin' a bigger mess of this then i already have.\" She said as she stripped down and handed her clothes to the maid. She was pleasantly surprised to see only women among the partygoers today. And they where all happy to see her it seemed.\n\n\"Rowan!\" The queen called from her throne at the head of the ballroom. \"My husband could not attend this particular banquit, would you warm his seat for me?\"\n\nWhispers spread throughout the naked court, but Rowan made her way to the throne with little resistance. \"Gotta say, I didn't expect this your majesty.\" She muttered to the queen as so not to be overheard.\n\nThe queen smirked \"my daughter prefers the embrace of the fairer sex, when i heard your frustrations regarding men, it reminded me of before she found her wife. And I thought if i where wrong in my assumptions this would at least be a humorous enough event to entertain you.\"\n\n\"Well... I admit I had not given it much thought, but... Seeing such a... Bounty has me a bit worked up.\" Rowan swallowed, shifting a little in the king's throne. \"Which ain't exactly propper. Is it?\"\n\n\"Where i less married and perhaps younger, I would offer to releive you here and now. As it stands...\" The queen smirked, clearing her throat and calling out to the party. \"In honor of Rowan, I will ask that each of the fourty four houses represented today offer her a gift for defeating the dark dragon that had been ravaging our lands for years prior!\"\n\nThere where cheers of thankfulness from the attendees before they each lined up.\n\nThey offered her various gifts, from riches and wealth when their lands had prospered providing aid to those that had been more damaged, to offering their daughter's hands in marriage, or in a few cases, even themselves, in immediate fashion, which, towards the back of the line became a more popular gift, even being added into more traditional gifts.\n\nCome morning she was in the Queen's bed with a half dozen princesses and the greatest headache and most sore pussy she could imagine."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: CNC Scenario: Couple finds a willingly unwilling pizza gal to rough up.
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"content": "Stacey parked on the street just outside the duplex and cut the engine. In the fresh silence, she could better hear her own tired sigh as she looked at the insulated bag buckled into the passenger seat. Her last delivery, until she went back to the shop to get more. The cycle of a delivery girl.\n\nShe made herself presentable: she straightened her red baseball cap with the Pizza Spress logo; she adjusted her matching button top and short black skirt. And she pulled her one accessory higher up her arm.\n\nIt was so simple, for what it meant. Just an armband, coloured the same green as traffic lights, and with a single word in black. 'Cucumber', in her case. Maybe it was too simple. Through all her other deliveries that night, nobody had yet recognised what it meant. Or at least, they hadn't acted on it. If they knew and didn't want to, didn't want her...\n\nStacey shook off that thought. She unbuckled herself and the pizzas, surprised at how light they were as she carried them to the duplex door. She knocked her usual 'shave and a haircut' pattern while calling out, \"Pizza Spress, your order's here!\"\n\nThe door opened, revealing a cosy living room. The show on the TV was paused, and there were only two people inside. A skinny, red-haired woman waited on the couch, while a massively tall man with black hair and chocolatey eyes met Stacey at the door, cash in hand. And those rich brown eyes went straight to her armband with a look of shocked recognition.\n\nStacey's heart leapt into her throat. It would have done that anyway, faced with someone so tall, so broad, so strong. Damn, he hit her buttons. But more than that, he knew what she was wearing, knew what it meant. Would he want to act on it?\n\nShe was so close, yet so far. She saw the ring glittering on his finger, matched by one the woman wore. No way would he grab Stacey while his wife was right there and watching, right?\n\nThe wife glanced over, her grey eyes shrewd behind her glasses. She was first to break the silence. \"Oh, silly us, we forgot the tip.\" She rose from the couch and touched her husband's shoulder while she turned towards the hallway. \"I'll go get some more. Come in out of the cold, dear.\"\n\nStacey blinked, looking at the cash in the husband's hand. That was more than enough for the pizzas. Had they already counted a tip and forgotten? She didn't want to cheat them. \"No, it's fine, real–\"\n\n\"We won't take no for an answer,\" the wife insisted. \"I'll be right back. Keep her company, love?\" With that, she disappeared down the hall.\n\nThe front door closed, leaving her alone with the husband towering over her. She set the pizzas on the table, then fidgeted with her freed hands. She had no idea what to say, but the awkward silence weighed on her–\n\nThe husband grabbed her breast.\n\nStacey stiffened – in more ways than one. Her body froze up except for her accelerating breathing. And under her clothes, her nipples grew tight with daring and thrill, just one symptom of the flush blooming in her skin. That hand was so big, so strong, it could almost completely envelop even her healthy D-cup breast.\n\n\"Wh-What are you doing?\" she stammered, breathless. Her back found the door, catching her between a rock and a hard place.\n\n\"Tits like these...\" He kept his voice low, almost a whisper. \"How do you expect anyone to keep their hands off them?\" He reached for the other, squeezing her through the layers of her blouse and bra.\n\nStacey's breath caught in her throat. A handsome stranger, so boldly taking what he wanted from her. He didn't even ask first. Her eyelids fluttered, fantasies playing out behind her eyes – fantasies which came so close to reality now. \"We shouldn't be d-doing this.\" However badly she wanted to, she knew it was still true. That was part of what made it so hot, made it so much fun. \"Stop it.\"\n\nAnd to her great disappointment, he did. He stopped mid-squeeze, a look of confusion on his face. Then he started to withdraw, to pull his hands off, while humiliated blush rose on his face. He opened his mouth to apologise.\n\nThe sound of a clearing throat came from the hallway. His wife, standing with one eyebrow raised and a smirk on her face. \"She said 'stop', darling. Not 'cucumber'.\"\n\nHe blinked, and his eyes flicked to her armband, reading her safeword from it. Understanding dawned. Her pleas were just play-acting, all part of the game that they all wanted to play. The green light she wore on her arm took precedence over any claims of reluctance.\n\nThat understanding made him bolder. In a surge of passion, he tore her shirt open. She gasped with visceral shock, feeling herself stripped so forcefully and suddenly, even if she had dressed for it; that shirt had pop-buttons, designed to be ripped just like that. All night, she'd been daydreaming of someone taking the invitation and finding her low-cut, lacy bra underneath.\n\n\"No!\" she called, more from reflex than any actual meaning. She raised her hands to 'defend' herself, to push against the husband's greater, more powerful mass. It was mostly an excuse to feel the shifting of muscle on his chest.\n\nAnd feel how he just bullied through her attempts and stepped in closer, disregarding her resistance. His eyes magnetised to her cleavage, and she saw how arousal stirred, swelling his jeans. He cupped her chest again, his fingertips sliding across her cleavage with an almost reverent touch. He didn't hurry, didn't grab and honk. He acted like he had all the time in the world, having a captive object like her. \"I haven't seen tits like these in years.\"\n\n\"You haven't seen them yet.\" His wife stepped close behind him, settling her svelte body against his back. \"My dear husband has such a love of breasts.\" She reached around him, and while his hands just worked at Stacey's breasts, she worked on the clasp at her bra's front. \"Yes, he loves mine, small as they are. But there's nothing like finding a woman who's good and… sizeable.\" With a flick of her fingers, she got the bra open, leaving it to hang from her shoulders.\n\nTopless. She was effectively topless in front of a stranger and his wife. Gooey heat filled Stacey's mind, even as she shook her head. \"No, no, no…\" But she kept her voice soft. She didn't want anyone else to actually hear and call the police.\n\nThe husband pressed forward, his hips driving against hers, giving her the threat and the promise of that hard dick. \"Go ahead,\" he hissed. \"The neighbours are away for weeks.\" He grabbed for her breasts again, his fingers sinking deeply into her tender flesh. \"Nobody will hear you. Scream all you want, nobody's coming to save you.\"\n\nIn other words, she could scream all she wanted, and nobody would interrupt their fun. \"No!\" Stacey shrieked, falling into her role. She scratched at the husband, trying to push him away with renewed vigour. \"No, no, please don't do this! J-Just let me go, and we'll pretend nothing—\"\n\nThe wife slapped her. Just hard enough to stun her, to leave her reeling. During that moment of disorientation, she got hold of Stacey's wrists and pushed them up, pinning them to the door behind her. \"No. We're not going to stop until we're done with you. It's been far too long since my dear husband felt up tits like yours, and he hasn't had his fill of them… or of your tight, teenaged cunt.\"\n\nStacey gasped with shock and heat. They were going to fuck her. Fight as she might, they were going to fuck her. The thought shivered through her and pulled a mewl from her lips. Her hips twitched on pure reflex, rubbing back against her attacker.\n\n\"It is a teenaged cunt, isn't it, slut?\" The wife's tone gained an edge of hesitation. \"How old are you? Eighteen?\"\n\n\"N-Nineteen.\" Stacey squeaked it so fast the syllables blurred together. She didn't like that hesitant tone, didn't like the thought they might stop if they thought she was underage.\n\nThey both breathed a sigh of relief. \"Good,\" the husband groaned. His tone blurred meanings – was it good she was over eighteen, good her tits felt so nice in his hands, or did it just feel good to grind on her? \"Let's get her to the bedroom. I don't want to waste this on the door.\" He drew back from the door, but dragged her along with him. His powerful hands on her hips made her feel like a tiny, delicate doll, something so delightfully vulnerable to his whims."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: At first, she only got used to swallowing in order to please her boyfriend. Now though, she actually loves it even more than he does. The irony isn't lost on either of them when she pesters *him* to *give* him a blowjob...
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"content": "\"Morning Honey, I made your favourite blueberry, kiwi and pineapple smoothie for breakfast. Now have a seat I want to send you off to work with a smile.\"\n\nLaura dropped to her knees and eased my trousers and boxers down, before eagerly sucking my hardening cock into her mouth. This had become our new routine, and of course I wasn't complaining. I mean, who could ever get sick of multiple blow jobs every day?\n\nI sipped the ice cold smoothie as she slurped and bobbed happily, and thought about how this routine had developed. I lost my train of though for a moment, as she swirled her tongue around and around the head of my dick, my eyes losing focus and staring off into the kitchen. \n\nShe sucked her mouth off my rock-hard dick with a pop, jerking me back to the present, where I found myself looking at all the pineapples on the counter. Why the hell did we have six pineapples?\n\nI looked down to a happily smiling Laura, gazing up at me as she pushed her tongue back between my balls then slowly and deliberately dragged it along the thick vein from the very base of my penis, all the way up to scoop some of the precum and coat her lips with it using her talented tongue. She closed her eyes and seemed to savour the taste. \n\n\"Your lunch is in the fridge, fruit salad with cinnamon rolls for dessert,\" Laura smiled, before licking the head of my dick like a lollipop then stroking the shaft up and down with her hand.\n\nI finished my smoothie and let my head fall back as she increased the pace of her stroking, twisting her hand around as her tongue danced and slurped.\n\nShe'd become an expert cocksucker over the last few weeks, so it wasn't long before my hips started twitching and my balls tightened. Her lips wrapped tightly around the shaft as she rubbed the flat of her tongue on my frenulum and gripped the base firmly, then she added in a flick of her tongue back and forth and I felt my cum erupt up the shaft.\n\nLaura moaned in satisfaction as spurt after spurt shot into her mouth, keeping her lips sealed around me until every last bit of my semen was extracted. She closed her eyes, paused for a moment before swallowing every last drop, then sprang to her feet. \n\n\"Pizza for dinner,\" she said, kissing me on the lips, \"ham and pineapple\"."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A game of truth or dare between friends goes sideways when they find out that refusing the dares or lying on the truths is not possible with one friend taking advantage of this
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"content": "PART 1: \n\n\nRachel was sitting calmly on her small dorm room bed, working on an essay for a class she barely cared about, when she heard an eager knock on her door.\r \n\r \n“Hey!” Rachel’s roommate Laruen spoke from outside the door. “You will never guess what Evan and I found.”\r \n\r \nLauren sighed, the three of them had been friends since freshman year, and Lauren was always the one being dragged along with whatever craziness Evan and Rachel would come up with. She still had a scar from when they tried to build a ramp out of snow and go sledding on dining hall trays.\r \n\r \nRachel took a final look at her computer, and closed it. Expecting to be dragged out on another adventure, she grabbed a jacket from her closet and opened the door. Rachel opened the door to see Lauren holding a large cardboard box, and Sam standing nervously behind her. Lauren burst her way in, and Evan hesitantly entered behind her. Lauren jumped onto her bed, and Evan pulled rachels desk chair to the center of the small room and sat down. Lauren gently placed the box on her lap.\r \n\r \n“So, Evan and I were walking back from class, and we found this laying out behind the science building by the dumpsters.”\r \n\r \nRachel didn’t even get a chance to find this odd before Lauren reached into the box and pulled out an electronic lie detector. Rachel looked at Lauren, then over to Evan, who just shrugged, clearly Lauren was the leader on this one. \r \n\r \n“LIE DETECTOR TRUTH OR DARE!” Lauren yelled out. There was a pause, then Evan was the first one to break the silence.\r \n\r \n“Wait, this isn’t what I thought you wanted to do with this.” He shot a nervous look over towards Rachel, then looked away when Rachel looked back. Rachel had a hunch Evan had a crush on her, but he was too shy to say anything, and the three of them had become such good friends, and it seemed like he was content enough to keep it that way.\r \n\r \n“Come on! It will be fun.” Evan and Rachel knew it was not worth arguing, as even though Lauren was the smallest of the three of them, she talked and acted like she was anything but small. She pulled out a table from under her bed and set down the machine and threw 2 monitoring bracelets to her friends, while securing the third to herself, She returned to the machine, it was about the size of a large laptop, and had a series of buttons, vitals displays and a single light on top of the machine. \r \n\r \n“Now for calibration” Lauren tapped a few buttons. “Rachel, is it true that you have never eaten pussy before?”\r \n\r \nRachel shot Lauren a serious look, then looked down at the lie detector and sighed. “Not true, I’ve done it before”.\r \n\r \nLauren pressed a button and the light on top of the machine turned yellow for a second, then turned green.\r \n\r \n“Damn straight you have, and you were quite skilled. Probably wasn’t even your first time either. ” Lauren shot Rachel a devious grin, which Rachel responded with an annoyed glare. \r \n\r \n“Evan, is it true that you have a crush on Rachel here freshman year?” Rachel spoke first.\r \n\r \n“What?”\r \n\r \nEvan paused, “Fine, yeah I did. ”\r \n\r \nThe light on the machine once again turned from yellow to green. Lauren was clearly having the most fun out of the three of them, as she didn’t even let that statement sink in before she continued. \r \n\r \n“Now for me. Have I ever taken two dicks at once? Yes, yes I have, and I did a fantastic job with both of them.”\r \n\r \nThe light showed green, although this wasn’t exactly surprising to Rachel and Evan, as Lauren was very open about her sex life, somtimes a little too open, but she never seemed bothered by it. \r \n\r \n“Okay, I’ll go first. Rachel, Truth or dare?”\r \n\r \n“Dare”\r \n\r \n“Excellent”, a large grin spread across Lauren’s face. “I dare you... to make out with me. Right here, tongue and everything.”\r \n\r \n“Fine, get over here.” Rachel watched as Lauren stood up and walked across the room, and planted her lips onto Rachels, and the two shared a very sloppy kiss as Laurens tongue aggressively explored Rachels mouth. AFter she was satisfied with the kiss, Lauren pulled away and returned to her seat on her bed. Evan shifted slightly in his seat, clearly not subtle enough as Rachel clearly caught it out of the corner of her eye.\r \n\r \nRachel spoke next. “Okay, my turn. Evan… Truth or Dare.”\r \n\r \n“Truth.”\r \n\r \n“Is it true that… that kiss turned you on?”\r \nLauren and Even were both surprised by Rachel’s boldness. Evan looked at his friends.\r \n\r \n“You noticed? I guess it kinda did.” Rachel watched as he shifted again in his seat. \r \n\r \nLauren had a big grin on her face as her two friends looked awkwardly at each other. This was going exactly according to her plan. \r \n\r \nEvan gathered himself and looked back at Lauren.\r \n\r \n“Okay Lauren, Truth or Dare?”\r \n\r \n“Truth”\r \n\r \n“Boring. Hmm… Is it true that you once blew a guy under the bleachers at a Soccer game?”\r \n\r \nLauren looked at Rachel. “You told him about that?” Rachel seemed pleased that her roommate was the one being embarrassed for once. “Yes, sophomore year. Guy came all over my shirt, I had to run back to my dorm and change. I almost missed the end of the game.” The lie detector again turned green.\r \n\r \nLauren glared at Evan, then turned to Rachel."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: His plan was simple: buy two potions of gender change; drink the first one to prank his friend, and drink the second to change back. What he didn't understand was that the potions only work in one direction...
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"content": "Alex giggled to himself. He’d get his friend so good… It had taken some preparations, but this would all be worth it in the end. He stood in his boxers in his bathroom. On the counter were two containers with some strange, viscous green liquid inside. Hanging from the shower curtain was a small black dress, a bra, and some panties. Wasting no time, Alex popped the top off one of the potions, downed it, and leaned forward on the counter to watch the changes. \n\nThe taste was nasty, almost worth choking back up, but he kept it down as an unsettling feeling grew in his stomach. Then, there was warmth. It radiated out from his belly, and was almost unbearable as it reached his forehead and his fingers. Alex was panting and about to fall over when he noticed his erection tenting his drawers, and how different his hand looked when he went to wipe some sweat off his forehead. Not just that, but his hair was longer. Looking in the mirror he saw his dark hair turning lighter. It went from a dark brown to a blonde, start at the root, and reaching the tips fairly quickly. But it didn’t stop, it just seemed to generate more hair until it was past his shoulders. Once his now-blonde mane cascaded over his shoulders, he felt them crick and lurch inwards. Stretching them back out, he noticed how much narrower they suddenly were. Going up his neck back to his face, his lips were fuller, and features were softening… Imperfections in his skin were evening out, his eyes seemingly grew bigger, and his lashes grew long. \n\nNoticing he was slightly imbalanced, Alex changed his footing, looked up, and noticed that his eyes hadn’t grown bigger, he had shrunk instead! From an average 5’10” down to an almost even 5 feet… His waist and chest shrunk with him, and hair fell from the rest of his body, though his underwear was stuck to his hips as they hadn’t lost any size. His legs had also stayed nice and long. Slightly worried, he glanced at the panties he’d bought, wondering if he’d made a mistake in buying only a medium pair. As if reacting to this concern, his hips cracked similar to his shoulders. His legs bent inward and Alex had to catch himself on the counter to keep from falling. Checking the mirror again, his hips were now quite wide, almost motherly, and his butt was bubbling up to compliment them… \n\nWatching his ass expand, Alex hardly noticed his legs getting smoother and more feminine, his arms change, or how tight his waist was getting. He also didn’t notice his nipples changing colors and growing in size until they became epicenters of heat. Putting a hand to his chest, he gasped and smirked. His breasts were coming in… Breast fat began to fill his one hand, while the other breast grew unopposed. His erection seemed to get stronger as his breasts grew bigger and bigger and BIGGER. Not even watching them, Alex just soaked in the pleasurable warmth until his hand was overflowing, and he felt his other breast resting well on his arm. Once the heat faded, Alex opened his eyes again and gasped at the size. Undoubtedly some of the biggest he’d ever seen on a girl… Well, anyone, given he was still a guy judging by his tented shorts. Leaning slightly forward, they rested against each other, and were still wider than the rest of him. They were just so round and perky, with only minor sag. His nipples were small and pert, facing outwards from Alex’s body until he squeezed his chest. A deep, long line of cleavage formed as his nipples pointed forward. The feeling of his breasts against his upper arms was surprisingly pleasant, and weight pulling against his chest really made him feel feminine…\n\nRaising his arm to cradle them, he suddenly felt the warmth again in a very personal spot: the head of his penis. Right now he was a guy with a rockin’ woman’s body. Or… Maybe a woman with a penis was a better description. The time had come for the potion to make the full transition. His penis got so sensitive, Alex had to drop his pants, feeling the air against his member one last time. He could barely look down past his breasts as the transformation unfolded, so he watched in the mirror as all of his average-length inches pulled in. His testicles retreated into his body, and his penis grew smaller and smaller until it was hidden between the two lips formed by what was now his former sack. \n\nThe warmth crawled up from his crotch, forming the rest of his vaginal cavity, uterus, and other complimenting equipment… Just like the instructions said, the transformation was complete once the heat in his belly subsided. A small mound pressed out where his female equipment was now securely housed, and Alex put a hand over that spot until he felt it grew cooler. \n\nAfter a few moments, the cool air of the bathroom wafted past his pert nipples. He felt air between his legs where no air could flow previously. His lower stomach felt no different in temperature than his hand. Letting out a few breaths, Alex stood up straight, and saw his new womanly form in the mirror. The full, large breasts, his new face, and his maternal lower half…\n\n“Damn, I’m hot,” he said in a new, higher voice. Soaking in the whole of his new, gorgeous body, Alex chose to take a shower before getting ready to head out. \n\nSaid shower was a wonderful experience, with plenty of exploration… Alex made note to buy more of these potions just to enjoy for himself on a later date. But tonight was pressing, and he had to get ready…\n\nThe panties were, indeed, a bit too small. But based on how much his ass ate them up, and how sexy they looked once on, Alex was fine with it! The bra was a different story. He didn’t know anything about bra sizes, so he just bought a 30DD. Double Ds were big, right? Well, maybe not based on how hard it was fitting his monstrous breasts inside. The band felt okay, but the cups were easily too small, with them barely able to cover his nipples, and his breasts pushed tight together. But looking down at how they bulged from their cups, and the cleavage it made, Alex thought this too would be fine for his purposes… \n\nFinally, the dress. It took some effort to pull up past his hips, and some more effort to get his breasts in place, but the tight dress showed off his figure in only good ways. It even pushed his breasts even higher, making a shelf of breast that Alex could motorboat simply by looking down. Now that he was all dressed up, his chest looked disproportionate to the rest of his body. Just the way his buddy liked to fantasize… \n\nBefore heading out, Alex struggled with some makeup and finding a good spot for his phone, keys, wallet, and spare potion. Alex had already gotten a magic ID made that fit his new look. Looking at it, the picture was indeed his new female face, in a surprisingly flirty smirk… Eventually Alex just took his ID and one credit card, and stuffed them inside his phone case to reduce the bulk. Thinking he could just carry everything, he paused when he looked down at his bouncing cleavage. Women carried stuff in their bras, right? And just like that, Alex stuffed everything between his new breasts. He was surprised at how easily they disappeared down there, but nodded at the success, and went on his way.\nOn the way to the club, Alex got nothing but stares from men and women alike. More than a few boyfriends got jabs to the arm from their girlfriends while Alex sauntered past. Eventually he got with the rhythm of his new body, and swayed his hips a little more. Bounced his chest just a tad. He looked sexy. He FELT sexy. He WAS sexy. \n\nThe doorman at the club was practically butter. Alex wasn’t even sure he saw his face when he dug into his breasts for his ID. And once in, Alex made a beeline right for where he knew his buddy would be… \n\n“Hey there, guy! You’re hot. Want to buy me a drink?” Alex started. \n\nLooking up, his friend’s jaw dropped. His eyes paused way too long on Alex’s chest before eventually getting up to meet his eyes. Alex giggled, bouncing his chest, and gave him a flirty look. \n\n“Big, huh? I get that a lot. What’s your name?” \n\n“Uhh… Tom,” his friend answered, still in awe at the woman before him. \n\n“Well hi, Tom. I’m Alex. Want to buy me a drink?” Alex said, almost sure this would snap his friend out of it. They frequently teased each other on buying drinks, and Alex had figured he could trick his friend with some great tits, have a laugh, dance a bit, and just have fun while Alex was temporarily in this body. \n\nUnexpectedly, Tom just nodded, and went to the bar. Alex raised an eye and leaned against the table. Maybe having a gender-neutral name to start with wasn’t enough to distract his friend from some great boobs. Looking down, Alex has to admit, if a girl named Tom came in looking like this, he wasn’t sure he’d get it either. Alex shrugged. He’d keep dropping hints, and maybe eventually Tom would get it and they’d be able to laugh this off. \n\nBut Tom didn’t… Throughout the night as they talked, Alex just acted like himself. He was interested in all the same nerdy shit he was before, talked it up, even brought up stories from a recent gaming session between him and Tom. Tom didn’t seem to catch on… Not that Tom was daft. His jaw eventually went less slack, and he returned Alex’s stories with the stories of his Alex. \n\n“Heh, it’s kinda funny… Alex likes to joke about getting me to buy him a drink. I haven’t seen him all night, either…” Tom said, scratching his head. \n\nAlex smirked. He had him now…"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Getting accidentally turned into a girl would have been inconvenient even if he hadn't been studying at an all boys school. Keeping his secret would have been hard even if his body wasn't so *very* feminine and if he wasn't feeling new... urges.
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"content": "It was a hot summer's evening as I sat alone in my room. The clock was about to move over from Valentine's day to February 15th. It was a sombre occasion for an ugly guy like me who had done nothing but be alone every Valentine's day since I was born.\n\nI spent my day locked in my dorm room watching TV and eating leftover chocolate from earlier in the year. I struggled to hold back tears when a glimmer caught my eye from out the window.\n\n\"A shooting star?\" I said as I noticed a star drift across the night sky. \n\nI closed my eyes and thought deeply about my wish to have a girl in my life. It didn't matter how outside of us being close enough to see each other naked and possibly to give me a chance to have sex. She also needed to be beautiful though that was an add-on.\n\nNothing happened and so I went to bed. My sleep was peaceful, though it was the strangest dream where I found myself before a pool with the image of a beautiful girl staring up at me from the water.\n\nThen I opened my eyes. \n\nMy body felt heavy in a weird way. My balance was off around my chest and my shirt felt tight. I wandered over to the bathroom and splashed water against my face.\n\nThat was when I saw it.\n\nMy normally ugly, fat face had changed. It was now the beautiful face of a beautiful girl!\n\nThis one was a bit quick. I plan to continue if you like it. I am thinking of a bit of teacher seduction, but I am not sure."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: It was nice to have access to magic throughout the week, but the price was that, on weekends, the horny ghost that was the source of her magic got full control of her body...
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"content": "**A Special Type Of Warlock**\n---------------------------------------------------\n\n\"So, Reina, you've been questing with us for a half a year now and we still have no idea what you do on your weekends,\" Geralt said while polishing his sword. \n\n\"Oh, just normal stuff,\" Reina said while sipping her tea, \"why do you want to know what I do on weekends anyways?\"\n\n\"Because you always seem so exhausted recently when you come back for the weekly questing and we've been concerned. You sure you don't need any help with that 'normal stuff'? I mean, we're your friends at this point. We'd feel bad if you're stressing yourself out and-\"\n\n\"No,\" Reina firmly said, \"Don't worry about it. I'm fine. Let's just focus on the quest at hand.\"\n\n\"Okay, if you say so. Let's go raid that bandit camp,\" Geralt said as he went to gather the team, his curiosity about Reina lurking in the back of his mind. \n\n~~-------------------------------------------------------------------------------~~\n\nThat night, as the party drank ale at the inn, Geralt eyed Reina with suspicion. The battle with the bandit camp had ended much faster than expected with Reina's two Eldritch blasts taking out eight of the fourteen bandits instantly. \n\nBjork had just barely gotten there, smashing two bandits' heads together when Reina had already taken out most of them at a distance. Geralt had to just solo the bandit leader, who fought aggressively with a war hammer as their ranger Polina took out the stragglers with her arrows. It surprised Geralt how strong Reina had been after her last seemingly-exhausting weekend and he just *had* to know her secret regimen for getting so strong. \n\nIt made it all-the-more-suspicious how Reina never talked about the patron entity which granted her such powers and it made the warrior suspicious whether she had some horrifying ritual she partook in on the weekends.\n\nAs the party members went to sleep off the booze that night, Geralt stealthily watched the warlock slip off into the night. The warrior quietly tailed her through the dark alleys to a tavern on the shadier side of the village. \n\n*A rowdy tavern on the other side of town? Why would our quiet warlock go to such a place,* the warrior wondered as he watched her slip in. \n\nGeralt slipped through the crowd as quietly as possible as he watched the warlock uncomfortably sit with an ale pushed up against her breasts. Geralt tried to stealthily order an ale when he bumped into a buff barbarian, spilling his drink.\n\n\"WATCH YOURSELF, FOOL,\" the half-orc yelled angrily as Geralt hastily apologized.\n\n\"Sorry, great barbarian. I shall get you two drinks for the one you lost,\" he uttered tossing two silver at the barkeep and apologetically setting two mugs of ale in front of the annoyed barbarian.\n\nThe hulk just grimaced, grunted and looked away as Geralt sighed in relief but his interaction had already been noticed.\n\n\"What are you doing here,\" Reina hissed from behind the shocked warrior. \n\n\"What are *you* doing here,\" Geralt answered quietly. \n\n\"IT'S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS AND,\" Reina's eyes began glowing purple faintly, \"OH NO, IT'S TOO LATE, SHE'S TAKING OV-\"\n\nGeralt watched in shock as the warlock's green eyes flashed bright purple before fading to a hazy violet.\n\n\"Well, aren't you cute,\" Reina purred. \n\n\"What? Are you feeling okay?\" Geralt was in shock by the abrupt change in demeanor. \n\n\"I'd be more than okay with *you inside me*,\" she whispered, her hands running under his leather codpiece. \n\n\"Knock it off. It's unprofessional to sleep with party members and you still never answered me on what you're doing here,\" Geralt firmly demanded, trying to ignore his hardness from the soft fingers grazing his member. \n\n\"I'm here to get cock, you dummy,\" she playfully answered as she began stroking him above his breeches.\n\nGeralt was in shock, unsure of how to reply. The normally quiet warlock was now so lustful and direct. As he processed the answer, Reina whispered, \"Are you going to give it to me?\"\n\n\"The fuck is wrong with you? I already said it's unprofessional!\" \n\nReina pouted. \"You're no fun. Maybe Mr. Half-orc will be nicer.\"\n\nThe warlock proceeded to get up and run her hands on the half-orc barbarian's muscular legs before whispering something in his ear, before pulling him along. Geralt followed her in awe wondering what came over the shy warlock. He watched as she led the large barbarian to a corner booth and knelt under the table, barely hidden and undoing the armored leggings to deepthroat the massive shaft. \n\nThe barbarian breathed heavily as two of his friends noticed and sat next to him, joking about it. To their surprise, the cum-hungry warlock began undoing their loincloths and trousers, playing with their cocks. Geralt felt a sense of revulsion thinking about how sweaty the barbarian must have been but his member greatly enjoyed the show, pushing against his loincloth. \n\nSoon, the half-orc pulled her down by her brunette hair as pump after pump of hot, salty slickness poured down her throat, the warlock's violet eyes rolling back a bit as she shuddered in ecstasy. She got to work on the other two cocks, mouth on one and hand on the other as she fingered herself to Geralt's shock.\n\nWas she…*enjoying* these sweaty, smelly half-orcs? They didn't last too long either and soon they decorated her tongue and face with ropes of white. The warlock thanked them, wiping off the cum with a finger and licking the saltiness before whispering something in their ears and slipping off into the crowd. \n\nGeralt tried his best to find her and, just as he thought he lost her, he heard a moan behind a few barrels of ale. The warlock was being shagged by a tiefling as her arms were held behind her back, a tail playing around her other hole while her tits hung out from her pulled-up top, swinging with each motion. The tiefling gave Geralt a grin as he pulled out and splattered her buttocks with white, using some as lube to slide his tail in as his fingers ushered her to orgasm. \n\nAs the tiefling pulled away, Reina wiped the cum off her ass with a rag and tossed it before eyeing Geralt hungrily. \n\n\"Following me, huh? Thought you didn't want to have any *fun*…unless, you're more of the submissive type.\"\n\n\"W-what, no, I,\" Geralt's protests were shushed with a finger on his lips. \n\n\"Shhhh, just let me do the work,\" Reina purred in his ear as she pushed him down, kissing him, the taste of salty cum still on her tongue. Her fingers expertly removed his bottoms and stroked in ways he had never felt himself before. The slickness of someone else's cum mildly disgusted him but it just felt so good as she moved down. \n\nShe pushed her wetness on his mouth as she hungrily sucked on his tip, her moistened fingers running up and down his shaft. He was getting close when he heard her whisper, \"Oh no, you're finishing inside me as *my* toy.\"\n\nShe hastily moved aside and kissed Geralt deeply as he froze in disbelief of what was happening. His hardness slid in a chasm of wetness that pulsated around him, stroking him in ways he had not gotten in awhile. \n\nGeralt felt so ashamed how much he enjoyed being used by his slutty party-member and, in a lapse of self control, cried as his cock pulsated with intensity while her slick womanhood continued to overstimulate his sensitive tip. \n\nHe whimpered as her fingers tickled him, almost causing him to relieve himself as they rubbed his sensitive tip for good measure.\n\n\"Too bad, you're not enough. This was fun though,\" Reina whispered with a kiss before disappearing into the crowd leaving Geralt to compose himself, his balls emptied. \n\n~~-------------------------------------------------------------------------------~~\n\nAs the party met up on Monday, Geralt tried his best to forget what happened on the Friday night. The party looked at quests on the quest board and, as Bjork and Polina messed around trying out each other's weapons, Reina pulled Geralt aside. Geralt looked into her green eyes, relieved that whatever came over the warlock was over.\n\n\"Look, I'm sorry about whatever happened last Friday. I don't get to control it and I only remember the parts where I don't have sensory overload but I'm pretty sure I had sex with you.\"\n\n\"I'm not angry, I'm just…confused. Like, why do you do that? And what's with the eyes?\"\n\n\"Look, I'm just…controlled by my patron entity and she's an elder god of lust so just…don't follow me again when I'm off on the weekend, okay?\"\n\nWith that, Geralt nodded and the party went on with business as usual.\n\n**The End**"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Having powers doesn't mean you HAVE to be a superhero, and that new gimmicky strip club IS looking for dancers...
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"content": "Super Sexy\n\nWhen her friends asked her what she was going to do with her new found powers they looked at her like she was nuts, but hey she needed to eat and the hero gig didn't really pay. \"So what would your stage name be?\" The tired looking manager asked.\n\n\"Uh, Lyric.\" Her answer didn't seem to impress the heavyset man who took down a note. Lyric thought that once she came walking in looking like she did and having powers that her employment would be a lock. However this was her second interview. She had to use her power one three people last time.\n\n\"So, I see you have dance and cheer experience… that's good.\" The manager said. \"Let's discuss this power of yours…\"\n\nLyric looked down and blushed as she pushed some red hair behind her ear. \"It's kind of weird.\" She said and that got the attention of the manager.\n\n\"Yeah Bruce mentioned it was unique but what exactly are we dealing with?\"\n\n\"Um…\" Lyric stood up and stretched her slim frame. The manager was fixated on her small breasts as she did. \"It's honestly more impressive if I show you. Would you like a demonstration?\" Her voice took on a sing-song quality. As her hands tugged at the bottom edges of her tank top.\n\n\"Please do.\" The manager was intrigued. Lyric removed her top with a fluid motion revealing her little tits and her thick hard nipples. The girl seemed shy a moment earlier but now she walked up to him confidently. She looked him in the eye as she undid his pants and maintained that eye contact as she slid to her knees and took his cock into her mouth. Her big blue eyes felt like they were piecing his soul while her soft mouth bobbed along his length. \n\nLyric broke eye contact to grip his butt and pick up speed. The manager let out a low moan he didn't think he could last long. Once she paused it fully down her throat and let a low moan tickle his dick, he gripped her small shoulders and came down her throat as she swallowed.\n\nThe manager shuddered and closed his eyes. \"I'm sorry miss but as super as your dick sucking is it's not a power, but we might get you a job at…\" He stopped as his eyes opened. Lyric sat quietly. Her top was on, and the manager's pants were firmly on, but he had cum in his underwear.\n\n\"Mentally projected hallucinations delivered through an auditory medium.\" Lyric breathed hard. \"Vivid daydreams like that can be tiring, but they can compress time and we can do more in dreams than in reality.\" She giggled. \"Once I used it on a guy I had been crushing on. I condensed a long weekend into seconds and when the hallucination was over he came multiple times in class. The exertion of the power made me pass out.\"\n\n\"Do you feel what happens in them?\" The manager asked.\n\n\"Yeah. Feel, smell, hear, and…taste.\" Lyric's eyes wandered down for a second. \"I can project other people too, but I feel what happens to them too. I gave my boyfriend a birthday gift once, a dream where he fucked my whole cheer squad at one time. That one put me out of commission for the weekend. I was sleeping or cumming for most of it.\"\n\n\"So you could do this multiple times in a night right?\" The manager asked.\n\n\"Yeah, just as long as I don't make the hallucinations too long or add too many people to it. Also fucking would cause me to cum and then I need a moment to recover. Blowjobs, handjobs, and dry humping I can do easily.\"\n\n\"When can you start?\" He asked.\n\n\"Whenever you need me sir.\" Lyric said with a smile. \"How about we celebrate?\" The manager closed his eyes and sighed as his pants tented and subsided. The redhead shook where she stood.\n\n\"You will fit right in.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When her breasts burst out of her top, she was suddenly convinced that the idol was the real deal...
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"content": "The Cursed Idol of Xochiquetzal. Legend had it that this small bejewelled statue would bless any who kissed it under a new moon with a perfect body, and absolute mastery over the erotic arts. But, much as sex is meant to be free, the idol is meant to remain available to all upon its plinth. If anyone keeps it in their possession with no intent to share its gifts, they will receive its gifts overflowing, more than they could ever want. Legend says that the Conquistadors that set sail with it were never seen again. The idol washed up somewhere, and passes from hand to hand, judging whoever possesses it. Legend turned to myth, and the curse was forgotten. \n\nSarrah was cleaning out the apartment of one of her tenants. He was *gorgeous*, and weird, and had a string of beautiful women. Women that made her viciously envious, she was all angles, where they were curves, and curves where they were flat. Among all his nonsense she found it, a golden statue of a Native woman with jewels for eyes and hair. That silly old myth can't be true, can it? She tenderly raised the statue up and kissed it on the lips. She waited, and waited, and didn't feel anything. Of course. Just some supermodel and his supermodel friends. Well, the statue'll be worth money anyway. She walked it home, with the rest of the valuables, and left it in a box in her closet. \n\nSarrah was out getting lunch, when her chest felt tight. She tried to ignore it, assuming it was stress, but it kept getting tighter. When she went to stretch, she heard a tear, and turned beet red. Where once she had A cups... No, where once she had *a shirt*... Now she had DD cups. Frantically she covered herself with her hands and ran to the bathroom. The idol was working, why couldn't it work some time more convenient?\n\nWhen she looked in the bathroom mirror, she couldn't believe her eyes. She was what she thought was the perfect woman. Her once-thin hair was luscious. The circles around her eyes were gone instead she was veritably glowing. Her belly was flat, her ass tight against her jeans. Even just seeing herself in the mirror turned her on. The idol was real, a kiss could make anyone beautiful! She could sell this power, charge a million bucks each, and be the most powerful figure in Hollywood! If only she could get home without too many admirers.\n\nSuddenly, her nipples hardened, and her breath caught like seeing her first love. She knew she was in public, but she wanted, no, she needed to relieve some pressure. Her beasts ached to be grabbed, and her hands obeyed, squeezing them and grabbing and rubbing and pinching her nipples. Were they larger than before? She didn't notice, they were more than enough to overfill her hands. Each touch was like nothing she'd felt before. She felt tightness build around her behind, but didn't care, she was in heaven. She ran a hand down her belly, and went to slide it into her jeans, but it wouldn't fit. She tried to unbutton the pants, but her annoyance only grew when they were too tight to undo.\n\nShe really looked at herself now, and noticed thar her breasts were the largest she'd ever seen, easily the size of watermelons. Her ass was so much big her jeans should have split, but instead they held fast, as if by magic. Terror and arousal warred within her. She couldn't stop trying to play with herself long enough to call someone. Who could she call? Who undoes magic? Or should she just call someone to get these pants off, fuck her hard against the wall. She couldn't feel her through them, even grinding against the sink. She was in heat, biting her lip in frustration.\n\nThe door to the bathroom creaked, and a woman's voice called \"are you okay in there?\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: These damn HOAs, they never tell you about the free-use bylaws until you've already moved in.
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"content": "The smell of fresh cookies wafts through our new home as my wife pulls the last batch our of the oven. A perfect bake. \n\n\"Smells delicious.\" I praise my wife's baking as I step behind her in the kitchen. My arms wrap around her from behind and a plant a soft kiss on the back of her neck.\n\n\"Oh I'm so happy, John. I just love the new place.\" Her voice is awash in relief in happiness. Mary had been so nervous when were moving. Something was going to be broken in the new place. There would be an undiscovered termite infestation. A plumping issue. Gods knows what. Something unexpected... She had been sure. But so far, for the past week. Everything had been picture perfect.\n\nMy wife turned in my arms to stare up into my eyes. Those big blue orbs were filled with happiness and adoration. My wife was a petite, adorable blonde, lithe and fit, a yoga efficiendo. Her look up at me was filled with such complete love. What more could a man ask for...?\n\nJust as she was leaning up for a kiss, there was a knock on the door and a ring of the door bell. \"I got it.\" I said, my hands running slowly down her arms before I pulled away. \n\n\"Hello!\" I said animatedly as I opened the door. \n\n\"Hello! Welcome to the neighborhood.\" A lovely couple were standing in my doorway, and the woman was holding out a large fruit basket for me. Actually, lovely was a bit of an understatement to describe this couple. I loved my wife more than anything, but this woman was jaw dropping. She was tall, probably 5'8 or 5'9, and with those three inch heels she currently wore, she was almost as tall as me. Her jet black hair fell smoothly down to the middle of her back and she was wearing a *very* flattering yellow and blue summer dress. It wasn't that it was slutty or particularly low cut, I just had the impression that this woman's bosom would be bursting out of any top she wore. My wife was cute, adorable, and classically beautiful, just objectively. But this woman... she was hot, she was sexy. The man, now I'm as straight as I come, but even I could tell this guy was handsome. Tall, tanned as if he worked in a field, and rugged, with a neat beard, like a well-groomed woodsman. \n\nI took the fruit basket and welcomed them into my new home. \"Thank you so much! Won't you come in! My wife just made cookies, you are welcome to have some.\"\n\nOur smoking hot neighbors stepped through the threshold and followed me into the kitchen. \"Hey babe, these are our wonderful new neighbors, oh I'm sorry I didn't catch your names?\"\n\n\"Oh I'm Steve, and this is Veronica. We live just next door.\" The ruggedly handsome man said. \n\n\"I'm so happy to meet you.\" Mary took off her oven meets to shake heads, but Veronica went straight for a hug. A felt a shudder between my legs as my new neighbor's huge rack squished against my wife's perky B cups. \n\n\"You have a beautiful home.\" Steve complimented. \"So what do you do for work?\" He asked, me casually sliding his hands onto his hips. \n\n\"Oh I'm in executive consulting. Nothing too thrilling.\" I shrug my shoulders. \"How about you?\n\n\"Software. Also incredibly thrilling.\" We chuckled as the women chatted. I gave Steve a quick tour of the house and returned to the kitchen a few minutes later to find our waves seated at our kitchen table talking animatedly about the neighborhood. I sidled up next to them, offered water, which was refused by all.\n\n\"So the water on their property *still* hasn't been fixed...\" Veronica was explaining as my wife nodded, following along.\n\n\"Well, I sure hope something can be done. I mean those poor people...\" My wife stopped mid-sentence and at the same moment I thought I felt something soft press against my groin. I glanced down to see Veronica's palms running softly down my penis through my pants. I swelled and hardened involutnarily and almost instantly. A visible bulge soon protruding out and against my neighbor's delicate hand. It took several seconds for my wife to speak up.\n\n\"Umm... excuse me...?\" Mary piped up, her eyes wide. \n\n\"Oh I'm sorry,\" Veronica apologized, holding her hand still against my now throbbing cock. \"Look you're *so* beautiful, I would have made a move on you, but I was just feeling for a man right now...\" My wife's jaw dropped even further.\n\nI took a step back from Veronica's hand and stammered. \"Look you seem like an amazing woman... But Mary and I are happily married...\" I tried to explain.\n\n\"Oh, so are Steve and I...\" Veronica's smile was wide as she fell to her knees in front of me, swiftly unzipped my pants, and pulled my pulsing hard cock out. \"Oh my...\" she coeed up at me. \"I can tell why she's happily married to you.\" Without further warning, my neighbor's plump lips descend onto my swollen, red head and began to suck. \n\n\"Woah, woah, woah...\" I stepped away again, interrupting the blowjob after feeling just a second of Veronica's clearly talented tongue.\n\n\"Didn't you read the by-laws, bro.\" Steve's hand was on my shoulder. \"Any resident of Sunset Springs can take carnal knowledge of any other resident of Sunset Springs at any time. There are a few addendums for medical emergencies, but other than that, not really.... It's a covenant in your deed.\" I was dumfounded and hardly moved or reacted at all when I felt the mouth of Steve's wife on my cock ahead, her lips pushing further and further up it this time. \n\nIt took everything I had to stop my eyes from rolling into the back of my head, both from the shock of the new rule, and the overwhelming sensation of my cock hitting the eager throat of my new neighbor.\n\nThere was silence for a second, interrupted only by the gentle, gagging, \"Gluck\" from the throat beneath my hips. Finally Mary broke the silence.\n\n\"Fine then.\" Mary said defiantly. \"You!\" She pointed at Steve. \"Fuck me. Now.\" She ripped her shirt off over her head, followed by her bra, panties and yoga pants descended a second later as she hopped backwards onto the kitchen table, spreading her legs wide, her tiny, pink pussy bared to the whole room. Steven grinned with pleasure. \n\nHe stepped towards my wife. All I saw was his muscular ass as his jeans dropped to the ground and I heard the loud groan from my wife a moment later as her head threw back. That was the kind of groan I rarely heard and that she made was I really taking her deep and good.\n\nTo my surprise I was not the least bit self-conscious or jealous. It was a freeing feeling. I finally looked down. I stroked Veronica's smooth black hair, stared down her ample cleavage. And welcomed the pleasing embrace of her vice-like lips on my cock. On the other side of the kitchen, our table began to shake violently and my wife screamed in pleasure. \n\n---\n\nSix weeks later... I'm back in our kitchen with a voluptuous red-head bent over my kitchen counter. \"Now you have to divert that income to the tax deductible account.\" I say into the cell phone pressed against my ear as I thrust smoothly in and out of Elizabeth who lives down the street. I no longer care whether her squeals reach the microphone of my cellphone. I just can never get enough of her pussy. \"No, Brett... that's not how..\" I thrust hard.. *slap** \"No, look I'll show you tomorrow...\" *slap*\n\nOutside the window of our kitchen, my wife is walking through our grassy front yard and waiving to the mail man. I continue to plow the red-head. Mary and the post-man are chatting. Sure enough, a moment later, she sinks to her knees... \n\nNeedless to say... we love this neighborhood."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You and your lover were taken by an archdemoness. She demeans both of you, Calling you both "Good girl", having you make love as show for her, spoiling your every desire in twisted ways. Why is it starting to feel... good.
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"content": "My wife and I had been kept separate aside from when we were told to make love for this... creature. She made sure to edge us and pump us full of whatever it was she fed us before our fuck sessions. I really wish she didn't call me a \"good girl\" every time I did something, though. She knows I'm a guy. She's seen my dick. But... I can't deny how good it feels when she calls me a good girl. \n\n*\"Good girl. You're such a good girl when you eat me out,\"* she would say. Or *\"You're such a good girl when you cum for me.\"* I have no idea if she says the same things to my wife, but I imagine she does. \n\nOne day, she comes to me, running her hands along my body, settling on my chest and frowns. \"Hm... This isn't what a good girl should look like.\" She leans forward and nibbles on my ear. \"You want to be a good girl, don't you?\" \n\nI feel a shiver shoot down my spine; I know what I *should* say, but I'm completely and utterly submitted to her. My body has grown accused to her touch; I can't cum unless she allows me to. As such... \"Yes, ma'am. I want to be a good girl for you.\" \n\nShe steps back and disrobes. Her massive, perfectly round, red breasts come into view along with a huge red cock. \"Come drink my seed and you'll be such a good girl for me. You'll always be a good girl.\" Her cock dwarfs mine and I sit in awe as I started to stroke it. Before long, I'm licking and kissing it. \"My cock is your new wife, isn't it? You would much rather please it than ever have to touch your wife again.\" \n\n\"Mhm,\" I reply absentmindedly before taking it in between my lips. It would be humiliating were it not so hot. She was magnificent in every way. Over the past year and a half, I'd slowly become more and more submissive to her while my wife remained steadfast. \n\nI'm caught off guard by the sudden deluge of cum that pours down my throat. She grabs my head and forces me to take her cock in in its entirety as well as drink down her cum. \"Good girl. Good girl! Good girls swallow. Good girls obey!\" She coos as my eyes roll back, my body wracked with pleasure. I feel an odd sensation build up in me before it explodes as my legs wobble. *Was that an orgasm? Why did it feel so...?* I look down in both shock and amazement. My body is different. *Very* different. My cock is gone, replaced by a very wet and very aroused pussy. My large breasts are rising and falling with my breaths as I try to regain them. \n\n\"Such a good girl,\" she pets my head and removes her cock from my lips. \"Now we don't need that pesky wife of yours anymore. You were finally ready for the transformation! Not that you really get any of this.\"\n\nI look at my mistress in confusion as I have no idea what she's talking about. Wife? Transformation? I bite my lip and run my fingers absentmindedly across my clit. All I know is that I'm my mistress's busty sex slave and I'll do anything to keep being her good girl."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She acted like she was annoyed by the hypnotic triggers that would make her do strip teases or sexual favors, but whenever her hypnotist friend offered to do a session to remove them, she mysteriously had some excuse to put it off...
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"content": "Alice danced through the room, her feet barely touching the floor. Her skirt flowed with her graceful carefree movement, the high wasted plaid material catching the air to reveal the tantalising curve of her arse. Sarah had not hypnotised her to wear such clothing, she chose to tease her audience of roommates and guests. She wore the clothes that barely hid her or strained against her breasts as a form of social lubricant, the other side of her tease was informing the guests of her command words. John watched her bouncing on the balls of her feet while she waited impatiently for the kettle to boil, the skirt running over her thighs and stealing his attention onto her.\r \n“Maybe we need to hypnotise her to wear something more covering so you can focus.” said Sarah, dropping the dice with a clack in front of John. He shook his head and tore his attention away from Alice. She smirked, a blush running into Alice’s cheeks as she found herself the focus.\r \n“I don’t need any more hypnosis thank you very much!”\r \n“I could remove it, if you like,” said Sarah.\r \nAlice’s protests fell away, she loved this sensation of a clear head.\r \n“I’m busy this afternoon.” she said.\r \n“Of course you are.” said Sarah with a smirk.\r \nAlice wanted to stomp her foot and protest but she knew it would fall on deaf ears. She wrinkled her nose and brought the snacks and coffee over to the oversized dining table, bending at her hips on the edge to lay the cups by their respective owners. Her arse resting beside John’s spot.\r \n“I’m sure you wear this because you don’t like people using your triggers too.” smirked John, running his fingers up her inner thigh toward her thigh gap, she knew he could feel her warmth and she lingered, hips against the table as he explored her. Alice shook her head and moved to stand.\r \n“Alice, stay.” said John. The sound of his words thundered into her head. She bent at her hips, arching her arse out for him, the skirt rising to reveal her lack of underwear. She blushed at how on display she was. There was no way to hide her enjoyment, glistening between her pressed thighs.\r \nAlice used to have to find convoluted excuses to have her body and desires caught and exposed but Sarah had blessed her with this gift. The woman who had hypnotised her sat at the head of the table, almost radiant with the DM screen between her and the other players.\r \nAlice was frozen on the edge, breath rising with his fingers, she would be trapped until he let go, her mind unable to focus on anything but the light touch of his fingers running up her thigh. She barely heard their words or the accents they used. Her mind swam as her heart raced, he was so close…\r \nFingers slid into her sex and she gasped out, arching her arse back against his hand as she couldn’t hide how much she enjoyed it.\r \n“Alice, stop.” boomed into her mind from Sarah.\r \nShe blushed and pulled away from John, his fingers were wet, they could all tell how much she enjoyed it, eyes burned into her.\r \nShe wasn’t trapped when under commands, she was free to do what she wanted, she was free to be used and exposed but here without her triggers and eyes on her, here she was trapped.\r \n“Party pooper.” said John.\r \n“It’s your turn, roll the dice, then you can get back to your fun.”\r \nJohn put his hand by his side.\r \n“Alice, clean.”\r \nShe dropped to her knees, thankful for the command and took his fingers into her lips, cleaning off her shame while her sex gnawed at her. He had awoken her arousal but had don't nothing to quench it. Her hand slipped up her thigh, running fingers over herself as her tongue rolled over his. \r \nShe wasn’t sure if she loved game night or hated it.\r \nShe was exposed in front of her roommates and guests which was fun but they focused on the damn game instead of her. She had her whole cake at the table, all 8 of them but she was left with her own fingers on herself. John’s hand returned to its duties of…. Writing or casting spells or something. She lay her cheek on his thigh, hand running over her sex to quench what he started. His hand came to rest on her between turns, running into her hair as she bit the material of his pants, trying to tug his attention back onto her.\r \n“You’ve turned her into quite the creature of lust.” said Simon.\r \nAlice’s thighs rubbed together, once again becoming the focus.\r \n“She likes it, Alice, I could remove it if you like.” said Sarah.\r \nShe loved the sensation of her fears running away, leaving her with a clear head.\r \n“I’m busy this afternoon.” she said between gasps.\r \n“The clothes she wears, that skirt… is that hypnosis?” asked Simon.\r \nAlice revelled in the attention, gasping into John’s leg as her hips began to roll over her fingers.\r \n“No, that’s all her, I could tell you a command to remove it if you like.”\r \nAlice’s teeth released the material of John’s pants as she gasped out, her mind running blank to leave her with a clear head.\r \n“I’m busy this afternoon.” her mind running blank as she drew over the edge to cum."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Fanatsy/Scifi Femboys
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"content": "Fantasy:\n\n1. Curious as to why bikini armor is so prevalent despite its lack of defensive capability, a twinkish merc/adventurer buys a set. Wearing it, he notices a charisma buff, alongside another rather peculiar status effect... (effects like attracts horny creatures, removes or hinders inhibitions, etc.)\n\n\n2. To your surprise, the wicked witch of the wilds was not a haggard old crone like the legends say, but rather a curvy young trap proficient in illusion magic.\n\n\n3. Legends say fondling a tanuki femboy's hefty ballsack will bring you fortune. As you cross the path of one, you wonder if the myths speak true...\n\n\n4. The demon king has captures a twinkish prince. He orders his minions to dress him up as an oriental concubine to ridicule human nobility. However, upon seeing the results, the Demon King has other ideas...\n\n\nSciFi:\n\n\n1. On an alien planet, a twinkish xeno-botany intern has numerous study sessions with the ravenously horny local plant life."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The Maze: Where whores, witch, and other heretics are banish. Full of monsters and tentacles, all hungry for sex.
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"content": "Piri stepped quietly down the black slate, walls hemming her in. Sentenced… for weighing the same as a duck.\r \n“That scale was rigged.” grumbled Piri.\r \nShe shivered against the cold, her steps short within her manacled ankles.\r \nHer hand held her sex and the bel they had pierced through her clit. She could do nothing about the light tinkling of the chain on the cold black stone. Her other arm pressed to the bells pierced through her nipples. \r \nMake it to the centre and you’re free. The walls get narrower as you get deeper.\r \nPiri licked her lips, regretting it soon after, she was thirsty and licking her lips would only make them crack. She stood at an intersection, trying to gauge the width of the halls.\r \n“Hi!”\r \nPiri almost jumped out of her skin, she turned toward the perky voice as she got her breath back under control. Hairs prickled at the sight.\r \nA woman, young, naked and pierced like Piri smiled at her. She hovered close to the ground, her legs moving like a poor imitation of walking as she moved out of the shadow. Piri stepped back. Black bands of something slick wrapped around the manacles of the girl's ankles, another tight around her waist below her breasts. Wrists too. She was smiling and on closer inspection Piri could see another strip of shadow holding her hair, angling her head toward Piri for whatever held her animated her body. The girl's arm was raised and shaken vigorously in a wave.\r \n“I’m Clair! Who are you?”\r \n“Steve” said Piri, backing away as the girl waltzed toward her, the shadow of the hall following.\r \n“That’s a funny name, I know the way out, a safe way.”\r \n“Good luck with that.” said Piri, trying to ignore the smile. Nobody was that happy. Piri heard a jingle and realized she was shaking, her body ready to sprint but the manacles would not allow such movement.\r \n“Come along.” said the girl, her body lifted up a meter as her slack arm gestured into the shadow behind. Piri’s gaze followed, her heart thundering as she stared into the black. The girl was quickly moved to block Piri’s line of sight, her bells jingling and drawing a giggle from ‘Clair’s’ lips, with hands on hips a serious expression ran into Clair’s face.\r \n“It’s rude to stare.”\r \nPiri’s knees shook, they resisted her commands to move. She wanted to drop to the ground and curl up. There was no way out, nobody ever got out. She forced her legs to move, taking the longest strides she could while forcing her eyes from the corridor.\r \nShe brought the opposite route into her view only to see another monster. A minotaur stood naked and erect, he snarled, rage in his eyes.\r \n“Don’t worry about him.” said the perky voice right behind Piri.\r \nBlack rushed around Piri, blocking out the hall. She reached to the wall, following it in darkness, the bells jingling now that they were not held. Screaming sounded and Piri realized it was her own voice, drowned out by a cacophony of wet cracking and the sound of packing meat. The blackness cleared revealing… gore. Chunks of minotaur lay strewn about the hall.\r \n“Do you want to play too?” asked the girl… the puppet.\r \nWet rippling muscle pulled taught around Piri’s wrist, pulling her to gaze toward the puppet. Clair smiled before abruptly being pulled into the black. Piri didn’t want to look at her wrist, she didn’t want to know what /it/ was. A loud \\*clink\\* sounded and she looked down to see the chain of her manacles was broken. The… whatever it was about her wrist let go, the black ahead of her didn’t advance, waiting.\r \nPiri looked to the open hall behind her then back to the black.\r \n“The devil you know.” she said, walking into shadow."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A college librarian decides to quietly offer complimentary cum swallowing for male students (juniors and seniors only) during finals week, allowing them study-breaks to jack off in her open mouth for her to swallow, if they’re speedy and discrete, and don’t distract her from her other duties.
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"content": "Stella turned at the sound of someone quietly clearing their throat behind her back and found herself facing a student with bright red cheeks who was looking at her nervously. He was holding a small flier in her hand and Stella immediately knew what he was going to ask about. \n“I, uhm,” he stammered, looking down at the paper in his hand. He was fairly short and a little bit overweight but still pretty handsome, with medium length brown hair and large, brown eyes. “A friend told me about this stress relief service. Are you the person to talk to about it?” \nStella glanced at her watch and her cart. She still had about an hour until lunch and there weren’t that many more books to shelve left. “Yes, I am,” she said with a smile, keeping her voice down to a library appropriate volume. “Would you like to take advantage of the offer?” \nThe student swallowed and then nodded.\n\nStella smiled warmly at him. Many of the students were still nervous when making use of this new program. “No problem. Do you want me to accompany you to the desk you’ve been working at, do it here or go to a secluded room?” \nThe boys eyes went wide at the question, then he said: “Uh, I’m, uh, I guess just here is fine?” \nStella nodded and then took the small pillow from her card, placing it on the floor and then kneeling down on it. Seeing as her height still placed her head too high for him to access it conveniently, she then shifted and sat down, both her legs off to her right side. She looked up at the student as he looked down at her nervously for a moment, then opened his belt and unbuttoned his loose jeans. He let them fall down his legs, his briefs following immediately after. \nWhen Stella saw his penis dangling between his legs, still soft and mostly hidden in his pubic hair, she offered: “Would you like me to show you my breasts?” There was no need to wait for the student’s reply. Nobody had ever turned down that offer. So by the time he stuttered out a nervous Yes, she already had most of her blouse unbuttoned. When she was finished, she let it slip partially off her shoulders before opening the front clasp of her pale blue bra, which she wore today specifically for that feature. As the cups fell to the sides, she could watch as the boy’s penis hardened into an erection. His face was still bright red as he was staring down at her but he now put his right hand on his shaft and began stroking himself, first slowly but then very quickly faster and faster. He was completely hard now and it took less than a minute until she could see the telltale signs of his approaching climax. He body tensed up, his rhythm got even faster, his face scrunched up as he raced toward the finish. Stella opened her mouth wide and positioned herself right in front of his tip. She didn’t have to wait more than another thirty seconds before he grunted and released a thick shot of cum straight into her mouth. A second, weaker burst followed, some of which landed on Stella’s lower lip, chin and even her chest. As she swallowed all that had hit its mark, she quickly scooped the rest up with her finger and then licked it clean, swallowing the last drops of the student’s cum.\n\nThe boy was still stroking, but only slowly. His energy, along with his stress, was fading. After a moment, he stopped and quickly pulled his underwear and pants back up. Stella closed her bra again, rose to her feet and put her pillow back in her books cart before buttoning her blouse back up. “Feeling better?”, she asked him. \nThe boy’s face was radiating now and he nodded eagerly. “Definitely!”, he said. \n“I’m glad,” Stella replied with a smile as she simply went back to her work, picking up a book from her cart and placing it on the right shelf. “Feel free to make use of the service again and to let your friends know. Just remember, only one time per student per day!”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: In the middle of the job interview, without acknowledging it at all, the interviewer starts stripping off her clothes.
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"content": "“Hello. I'm Jeanne Holland.” She offered with a smile. “I do believe you are here for the Interview, yes?”\n\nShe had a hand out for a shake, which I took. “Yes Ma'am. I'm here for the Ten AM interview, for the Cybersecurity Network Technician position.”\n\nHer hands were a little cold, but it didn't bother me. \n\nShe wore about what you'd expect for a lady in a managerial position in a office setting. White button up blouse just barely visible underneath a black jacket. Black skirt down to just below her knees, along with stockings complete with black heels. And the glasses of course. \n\nI am currently single and have no problems admitting I was checking her out when she wasn't looking. \n\n“Wonderful, please. My office is right here.” She turned abruptly, striding into a nearby office. The door sporting a shiny plaque that read J Holland.\n\nI followed. Her office was also what you would imagine it to be. A corner office, fairly spacious. Two large windows on the exterior walls, each showing a different view. The North window showing another high rise, the west window showing off some of scenic downtown.\n\nI could see where I'd parked from here.\n\nA large desk dominated by a rather large computer screen, and with three chairs. At her gesturing towards the chairs, I sat in one.\n\nSeemed like a rather nice office for someone so young. Maybe she knew someone high up?\n\n“Wonderful. Your resume was rather spectacular, and I have to admit that this last interview is all but a formality. You've already signed most of the paperwork, all that is needed is this interview and your signature on a few items.”\n\nI couldn't help it, I smiled. “I can't wait to start.”\n\nI did admit to having some worries. Mostly for the fact that the pay sounded too good. Probably meant this place didn't believe in work life balance, paid overtime, or vacation days. But the money was too good to not at least poke my head in.\n\n“Okay Mr Gunn, first question. What do you know about our company?” She smiled coyly, shifting slightly forwards in her chair.\n\n“Anderson Cybernetics is one of the primary producer of cybernetics in the US. Something like seventy percent of the market share.” I recited the practiced line.\n\nMs Holland nodded. “Sixty Eight Percent as of this morning.” \n\n“Medical Prostheses, cybernetics, even brain implants. I've seen some of the artificial limbs, ahh. Excuse me, I've seen some of the Augmetic limbs.” That was how they referred to them in the marketing, I mused as I continued speaking.\n\n“We do pride ourselves on the quality of our products.” She smiled, before standing abruptly.\n\nHer hands fiddling with the buttons that held her jacket closed. After a few seconds of her hands flying she pulled off her jacket, before unceremoniously dumping it on the ground.\n\nI was in shock. Both because this rather prim looking woman had just removed her jacket without a word, dumped it on the floor without a care, and the fact that that jacket had hidden the fact she was quite stacked. \n\nI was also shocked that she just kept talking like nothing had happened.\n\n“Mr Gunn, are you alright?” She asked, a positively innocent look on her face.\n\n“Yes. Yes I'm okay. I guess its just a little hot in here.” I pride myself on the fact that I hadn't stammered. \n\nShe shouldn't be hot, her hand was cold. \n\n“The office is normally maintained at a brisk sixty eight degrees. To help with the thermal output of all the computer equipment, you understand. If that temperature is to be problematic I can assure you the dress code allows for coats, jackets, headgear and more. It shouldn't be a problem.” She offered with a million dollar smile.\n\nOkay. Just gonna roll with it.\n\n“Mr Gunn, how did you find out about the position available here at Anderson Cybernetics?” She sat up straighter.\n\n“I originally found out about the position through Indeed about a month ago. I called the number provided and spoke with someone in HR later that day.” I answered truthfully.\n\n“Mr Gunn, why is it that you want to work for Anderson Cybernetics?” She asked.\n\nBecause I had student loans to pay off, I was sick of cup ramen, and the pay was suspiciously good?\n\nBest smile go! “Ah. Because I found myself fascinated by the work you do here at Anderson Cybernetics. Cutting edge technology, fashionable Augments that function just like the lost limb, and possibility for augments that don't naturally exist in nature. It it so unreasonable to be fascinated? I can remember that one of my classmates was a veteran. He'd served his time and done his duty to the US, but was injured on deployment. It was Anderson Cybernetics that allowed him to see again, better than he did before. Able to see in both the ultraviolet spectrum and in a thermographic mode.”\n\nThe bit about the veteran with the cyber eyes was true. The rest? Well i'd best hope my teeth aren't brown with all the bullshit that just came out.\n\nShe stood abruptly again, this time shifting her weight between both feet several times, before kicking with both feet. With a distinct clatter both of her heels came to rest against the wall.\n\nMaybe she feels comfortable enough to take her shoes off? Then again while I've never had to wear them I'd had several of the ladies in my life tell me they terrible things to wear for any length of time.\n\nAlso, not only was she stacked she had some really nice legs. Long, slender, and free of blemishes. Pale too, I think. It was hard to tell underneath the stockings she was wearing.\n\nI shook my head. Was this some kind of marketing tactic? Get seduced by the bombshell blond in HR? She starts stripping and seduces you into fucking her on her desk like some kind of perv, and all the while distracting you from the fact your contract is iron clad and fucking you just as hard?\n\n“Yes. The Mk7 Augmetic Eye series which includes a much greater view of light than the standard human eye. Wonderful. So Mr Gunn, what brings you to Anderson Cybernetics? I'm sure with your resume your current employer would dearly miss you.” She asked, I felt the need to put on sunglasses and avoid being blinded by that smile.\n\n“Of course, I'm sure they will. But my current position didn't allow me to do any good for others. Here I could know that anything I do could well benefit millions of people in their day to day lives.” Was my answer.\n\nMy teeth must be brown by now? My current job would miss me, yeah. Because I was competent. My former boss was a Grade A Asshole. Who didn't want to hire people who knew what they were doing. He preferred hiring women, regardless of their qualifications. The bigger her cupsize the better odds they had of getting hired. \n\nSo none of my coworkers knew what they were doing, my boss was a perverted misogynistic asshole, he hated me because I wasn't an attractive woman, the pay was awful when the bastard bothered to pay on time, I wasn't actually allowed to use any of my vacation days regardless of circumstances. So what is really any surprise I was jumping ship and calling the feds on him the second my last paycheck cleared. \n\nHonestly I might do it earlier, just to see the look on that old bastards face.\n\nShe again stood abruptly, hands fiddling with the base of her blouse.\n\nTo my surprise, and admittedly my disappointment, she didn't take off her blouse. Instead she'd untucked it, and undone her skirt before allowing it to fall to the floor in a silky cascade. \n\nHer legs were really nice, and the view of the white lace panties she was wearing underneath the stockings was something I made absolutely certain to permanently burn into my memory.\n\nAnd again she continued on with the questions like nothing had happened. “Mr Gunn, what sort of salary do you plan to make with Anderson Cybernetics?”\n\n“Is everything okay Ms Holland?” I asked. \n\nShe smiled, almost like the cat that got the canary. “Oh, I'm fine. And please call me Jeanne.”\n\n“Okay Ms. I Mean Jeanne.” I glanced at the doorway.\n\n“Jeanne, Isn't it normal for these types of interviews to be in front of a small board of people?” I asked.\n\n“That is only required for certain levels of employment. Your resume, grades, and past history with Anderson Cybernetics made you a premium candidate for employment. As I have previously state your employment is already a given, this interview is a formality.” She answered diplomatically.\n\n“And were I to be employed it would be in the Cybersecurity department yes, I wouldn't see you often there would I?” I asked the leading question.\n\n“We would run into each other on occasion. This building isn't that large, and employees are encouraged to eat in the in building cafeteria.” She smiled at this. “A crush already Jensen? There are no guidelines against employee relations in the company guidelines.” She teased.\n\nYeah. I don't know what kind of trap this is, but I ain't gonna fall for it.\n\nShe leaned forward in the chair, before standing abruptly. This time her blouse was casually thrown to the floor.\n\nI learned that she was in fact a little more stacked than I thought, and that I was good at burning images into my memory. Because a stacked bombshell blonde with a black lacy bra was a brilliant thing to see in person.\n\n“Jeanne. Don't you think you are a little under dressed for this?” I'd been trying to avoid her state of dress, but at this point I still don't know what kind of game she was playing. I might be walking right into her trap by asking.\n\nShe frowned. “No Jensen. This facility is fairly lax about the dress code but either Business or Business Formal is generally required. I am in line with our current policies on the dress code.”\n\nLike hell she was."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She really wasn't sure how "I'm up for threesomes whenever" got interpreted as "You can let your boyfriends fuck me whenever." She wasn't sure at all, but she couldn't quite bring herself to complain...
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"content": "Abby bit her lip, glancing at the girls slumped in every possible seating position on the small 2 seater couch. Abby against the arm, Clair's back against her hip while sitting on the floor, Piri’s legs dangling over the arm with the book held above her… it had been so long Abby had no regrets in admiring the view down her tight tank top. Sarah sat on the back of the couch, feet tangled with Abby’s, long slender legs and fingers slick as she oiled a receiver.\n\nAbby caught the tossed control, eyeing the 4 stars as the van with the maneuverability of a house brick darted between oncoming traffic.\n\n“So, tinder…” said Abby.\n\n“Are we doing this again?” said Piri without looking up from her book.\n\nAbby slipped the van through the thin cracks bouncing off cars in increasingly more narrow dodges.\n\n“No tinder and no driving for 3 days afterward… I’m antsy.”\n\nClair looked up from the screen to see the concentration etched into Abby’s face.\n\n“You can find someone next week, I think we will be in california, plenty of guys in cali.”\n\n“It’s easy for you 3…” said Abby, T-boning a police car through an intersection. “... you found guys who are ok with… all this… I’m always the 7th wheel.”\n\nSimon walked out into the lounge, shirtless and smeared in grease, sweat glistened on his arms as he held the cold beer to his forearm, rolling the glass up and down the muscle to reduce the swelling.\n\n“... abby abby abby!” called Clair.\n\nAbby turned to the screen to see Clair’s van boxed in by 4 crashed police cars, she dropped the control back into Clair’s hands who snapped to guns blazing.\n\nAbby sat back with a huff, feeling eyes boring into her.\n\n“Did she just crash?” asked Simon.\n\n“Yeah…” said Piri.\n\n“On purpose?”\n\n“Nope.” said Sarah.\n\nAbby grumbled and turned back to her laptop, scrolling through google maps.\n\n“Oof, that's a bad omen.” said Simon, cracking the beer with his forearm and heading back out to the garage. Abby peeked over her screen to see him go.\n\n“Fucking Wasted.” said clair.\n\nAbby scrolled through the street but none of it was sticking. She closed her eyes and tried to rally her mind back to the present. Focus… It is a silly thought, focus on the roads.\n\nAbby looked up, seeing Piri’s eyes on her. “What's up?” She called over the game's audio.\n\n“Just a silly thought.”\n\n“Oh… well if it’s silly.” said Piri, looking back at the book.\n\nSarah’s foot nudged Abby’s. “What is it?”\n\n“She would have told us if you let the silence hang.” said Piri.\n\n“You all have boyfriends and well… guys like…”\n\n“To masterbate!... Boobs!... Lesbians!” guessed Clair in rapidfire.\n\n“The last one.” said Abby.\n\n“Lesbians?” asked Sarah.\n\n“Threesomes… if you wanted... is all i'm saying.” said Abby, pretending she was focussed by the streetview, unable to look at the 3 faces that were undoubtedly looking at her. The game's gunfire paused.\n\n“It has been a while hasn’t it.” said Sarah.\n\n“I mean, I can mostly handle it on my own but.. It would be nice to feel someone else, and cuddles. I miss cuddles.” said Abby, scrolling back and forth down the same street.\n\nSarah slid down the back of the couch, oily fingers squeezing Abby into her side. Piri’s hand pressed to her ankle and Clair rose to Abby’s other side.\n\n“You're beautiful and loved...” said Sarah, kissing Abby’s crown. “... I’ll run it past Simon.”\n\n“I’ll think about it.” said Piri, her hand moving back to the book.\n\n“It’s been all run run run you know.” said Clair.\n\nAbby squirmed under all the attention, squished between the two women.\n\n“I… I’ve got to memorize this.” said Abby, nodding to the screen. She hoped it might happen but just venting the issue made her feel better. Sarah kissed her cheek and slid out of the tight space between Abby and the back of the couch.\n\nThe gunfire on the TV resumed and Piri… was already doing her thing anyway. Abby checked the route and started memorizing the alternate path.\n\n\\-\n\nAbby sat in the driver's seat, fingers drifting over the wheel. She stomped the blutch to the floor and slid straight into 3rd, 4th… over the bump… the freshly surfaced road adhered to her front tires, rear wheels spinning as she curled the bend down toward the onramp. Abby imagined traffic at a standstill on the inside of her eyelids and stomped the clutch, slipping down gears and pulling into the detour. She scraped off the curb and pulled into the sidewalk, slamming the horn. Falling back down past the roadworks to… blank space.\n\nAbby opened her eyes, turning toward the laptop to see a waiting Sarah smiling at her. Abby blinked, looking back to the wheel as her cheeks started to blush.\n\n“Do you have it all?” asked Sarah.\n\n“Almost, working on alternates… well alternate alternates in case the onramp is full.”\n\n“So… you have time to spare?” asked Sarah. Her feet up on the dash, the tight shorts hugging her hips. Abby looked away, she wasn't referring to that. Piri probably wanted her to make a pickup.\n\n“I’m free.” said Abby. Penning ‘alternate 2, intersection 3’ into the notepad for tonight's homework and moving her hand to the dangling keys.\n\n“Go have a shower, then come up to my room.” said Sarah with a smile.\n\n“Is it… for…” started Abby.\n\nSarah leaned across the center console to kiss Abby’s cheek. “Don’t be long.”\n\nAbby slipped through 3rd, skidding around the corner past a shocked piri midway through an apple. Her feet caught every second step, forcing her way up the stairs, realizing once she hit the top she wasn't a car and her legs jellified for a moment out of exertion. Clothes hit the far wall of the bathroom and she leapt into the ice cold water, yelping in surprise.\n\n“I’m ok.” she called to a passing Peter who paused at the bathroom door."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Her fiance had always seemed reluctant to indulge her exhibitionism kink, so she was shocked when their marriage ceremony ended with "I pronounce you husband and wife. You may now fuck The Bride!"
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"content": "There's always been the suspicion, the thought in the back of Svenia's mind that she knew what was going to happen. Maybe that's why she had decided to marry Nikolai and join his community. It wasn't like she was joining a cult, it was more of a gated community. There were no religious ceremonies other than the common ones, and no one was forbidden was leaving, most of the members had jobs outside the community, and took visitors. There was no requirement to cut-off ties with family like in many cults. All in all it felt like she was marrying up.\n\nThe ceremony was all white flowers and green vines, with three-tired cake. Extended family on both sides plus more than enough friends. Svenia's sister and soon-to-be sister-in-law helped her into her gown. The satin lingerie made it easy to slip into. Svenia had gained a little bit of weight in her thighs and hips over the past few months, though she noticed it more than anyone else did.\n\nFinally the ceremony began. She walked out of the cabin and saw the crowd, dressed all in blacks and white on the green meadow with the community homes just beyond with more green hills. And they were all here for her. The music began and she approached the lover of her life. She had also not yet seen Nikolaj in his outfit. A traditional tux but one that cut his figure quite flatteringly with it's defined satin lapels. Svenia's nerves started to relax. A short, mostly secular speech followed, then the rings, then the vows began and \"I now pronounce you man and wife.\"\n\nThey kissed.\n\n\"You may now breed the bride.\"\n\nSvenia's face turned red. Had she heard that correctly?\n\n\"Honey, it's okay\" Nikolai assured her as he removed his bow tie. \"This is how marriages are consummated here. I didn't want to tell you earlier because I know how you like surprises.\"\n\n\"What are you saying?\" Svenia was more than a little upset but kept her voice low enough that only the immediate party could hear.\n\n\"Sweetie, I know that you've had this fantasy, and I want today to be special. You don't think we'd spend this much money on a normal wedding instead of the honeymoon?\"\n\n\"What do you mean, special? Is this some prima nocta thing?\"\n\n\"No no, honey, you're mine. But I know you've had a thing for exhibitionism so we're going to consummate now, for everyone.\"\n\nSvenia was dumbfounded but Nikolai's touch made her feel safe. She started to think about what he was saying, and it would play out and her shock and reticence started to give way to excitement. She felt someone unzipping the back of her dress and immediately gasped. But Nikolai took her hand again, removing her long glove while his best man helped him undress.\n\nSvenia's dress dell to the floor and someone carried it away. Gasps and audible protests began sounding from Svenia'a side of the party. Some family member started walking out but most of the friends stayed. As Nikolai's shirt came off Svenia started to feel that unrequited urge again, to be seen and to hear the reactions from friends, family, and strangers alike. Her bustier was unhooked and removed. A woman shouted as Svenia's breasts fell out. Someone removed her panties but kept her garter belt and stockings on. Nikolai pulled her hair and turned her around. Mortified, she looked out on the assembly, most of them standing, some of them trying to look away. She felt herself being pulled down onto her knees and soon entered from behind. She was not a virgin, though this was her first time with Nikolaj. He gripped her hips and once he had worked his way all the way in he began pounding. A cheer came from his family's side. Svenia started crying, overwhelmed with pain, pleasure, humiliation, and pride. Her sister-in-law crouched down in front of her, taking her hands as if to see if she was doing alright. She wanted the guests to see her face. The attention, the sunlight, and the gentle breeze on her bare skin made her feel more exposed than she had ever been, and it exited her beyond description. She arched her back in, sticking her ass as far up as she could. Nikolaj grabbed her hair again and held her head down on the ground, continuing to thrust while occasionally spanking her. She was the bride, and everyone knew they were going to have sex anyway. She was supposed to be princess for a day, but right now she felt like both a queen and a slave."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: As technology advanced, getting anonymous sex was as easy as swiping through the Gloryhole smart phone app and Bluetooth pairing with a pocket portal. While it seemed straightforward, the technology could create some...unique glitches sometimes.
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"content": "Walking with eyes down and a brisk stride from the final meeting during this endless conference at Aeon Station, I navigated around the hulking, multi-limbed bodies flocking towards the exits or mingling with other business partners. Maybe that was a small benefit of being a human, thrust into a space colony with more aliens species than I could count- it was easy to lose our comparably small bodies in a crowd. And if there was one thing right now that I didn't want at all, it was attention. Not just for the sake of avoiding another tentacled being trying to pawn off their business holo for a service I didn't need, but a whole different kind of uncomfortable encounter.\n\nTraveling alone, in a completely new place, with plenty of time to myself- well, there was no shortage of things to explore on my own. A bit too introverted to check out the night life, I turned to an app that hardly caught fire on my home planet but seemed to be the complete opposite here. Something about much less conservative tendencies or more promiscuous aliens- nothing that I cared enough to look far into but just accepted for the blessing it was.\n\nReally, it was a surprise that there wasn't more users even back where I came from. The appeal of tapping an app after putting your data in and getting paired with equally daring partners that wanted a no-strings-attached gloryhole experience without actually having to walk shamefully to and from one was- liberating? Maybe it was the most outgoing thing I'd manage to do, even if that wasn't saying much.\n\nBut it was also in early development, and somewhere buried in those terms and agreement was some clause about not accepting responsibility for any issues and effects of those issues. Again- I wouldn't know, and hadn't cared enough to look into. The first time using the app had been fine, better than fine really, overwhelming, only a short haze of wet sensations and muffled noises from the other side of the portal before I slumped back in my hotel room seeing stars. The next time was much of the same, though maybe less mindblowing. The third, after a particularly long day of listening to pedantic speeches, opened in a rush when my battery was already on its last leg- that was when the trouble started.\n\nI felt a twitch rock my body, staring across at the other side of the massive central lobby and how far it was, the realization hitting me that there was no way I was getting back to my room in this state. Almost in a drunken haze, I scurried off towards some side hallway, ignoring any signs indicating that they were staff only and leaping into the first bathroom I could find. The endless chatter outside was distant, hastily undoing my belt and shuffling into the singular stall like a wounded animal.\n\nThe app had shut off in the middle of using it that night, lost in the moment with closed eyes and quiet groans. Somewhere in the process of removing my manhood from the portal, things were crossed up. While a very human cock had went in the ominous portal, the hefty length that returned was more akin to a third leg. It bucked my whole body when it throbbed, veins dipping along every side of the reddish-brown shaft. The whole think had to have been twice as long and thick as my own, burning with heat to the touch, large ridges tracing the underside at every inch. The tip billowed out to an intimidating, wide shape, one that I'd struggled to squeeze into regular dress pants. Really, the whole thing posed that problem ever since I'd gotten it, tucking it against my leg walking ever so carefully as to not brush up against it. Because when my body felt even the tiniest bit of need...\n\nA gasp slipped away from my lips when I managed to pull it free and reveal my lower half. It was glowing in the dim light, twitching every second it was left unattended and only doing so more violently if I even chanced brushing a finger on it. Lightheaded was only the start of how I felt while I rushed to pull the app up and search for someone, anyone. Just enough relief to get home, to contact support again, to try to fix this mixup and go back to *something* normal.\n\nThe familiar spiral appeared in front of me, menacing with its purple and black mixture but suspended safely in air, contained to a disc a few inches wide in each direction. In the spirit of anonymity, neither side could see the other, but sounds traveled as if through a series of distant, echo-y tubes. My forearms pressed to the smooth, white walls of the bathroom to brace the rest of my body, first leaning gingerly to line myself up with the portal before my urges got the better of me and sent the imposing length jutting in.\n\nThere was a twofold reply. Instantly, a warm embrace clutched around my shaft, nearly gripping the entirety of it and not letting go. Along with it, a hissing whine trembled through, very unhumanlike and guttural. Thumping followed it, though my own hand slapped against the nearby wall trying to restraint the beast that had been forcibly attached to my waist. It always felt moments from a messy, jolting orgasm, so being nestled somewhere so tight and wet all at once was some mixture of heaven and hell.\n\n\"Stars- what sort of human has *that*?\" A tinge of guilt struck at me while both of us stood completely still, listening to the trilling question from the other side. I tried at some sort of mumbled apology but somewhere in my brain things were shortcircuiting \n\n\"Sorry- I just, mff, need to deal with this quickly.\" My hips were already asking for more, shifting back and forth, feeling my partner loosening up with a few garbled groans of her own. This was a release- not just of pent up need, but a release from an invisible, unassuming life at work. Wedged in this small room, out in public just a thin wall and single door away from a whole crowd of people, this was the most excitement I'd had in years.\n\nBut there was another daring person just on the other side of this portal; I could feel her nudge even further down it, the perplexed tone from before giving way to more demanding gasps. I pulled myself away from distracting thoughts and bucked against the hole, leaning in to it now. Everything felt distant now, just the faint slapping of our bodies meeting and the rush of pleasure I was desperately addicted to. Every time I reared back, I could just barely see the slim base, stained with her wetness. Part of me wished I could be hugging around whomever was on the other side, sat between this weird mix of sterilized, overwhelming smells and the best sex I've ever had.\n\nEverything was barreling ahead, delirious, hips treating whatever was on the other side like a toy for pleasure. Pressure was building, though the point of no return had been long ago, back when I first snuck into this bathroom. Neither of us spoke- neither of us needed to, I just wanted more, greedy, nothing being quite enough. My breathing echoed in the tiny space, sharp and staggered, riding blissfully towards that impending peak.\n\nAll at once, things happened in a blur. My hands were clasped over my lips before I'd even comprehended the bathroom door opening. Through the cracks in the stall, I caught flashes of movement towards the sink, Against the screaming protest in my brain, I was cumming, It was all I could do to remind myself to stay silent, keep my cock wedged in the hole in front of me to avoid really making a scene, and pray that the other man didn't linger long. The sounds from the other side, muffled as they were, still came through as low breaths, thankfully having a quiet, euphoric moment of her own. I shut my eyes, listening to the static in my head give way to the sound of running water just a short distance away from me. My length was still twitching, though the soreness at the base meant it was finally subsiding...\n\nBefore I'd even registered the water turning off, the door was shutting again, leaving me once again to a small bit of privacy. Gasping in air, a shiver ran up and down my body, staving away the burning in my lungs. Everything felt hyper sensitive, a blessing in disguise that my partner was pulling herself free from me and leaving me out in the open air. It was soothed, if only for now, enough to get me home and relaxed for the rest of the day, starting to draw myself back.\n\nAs I tried to, the woman on the other side left me with a parting gift. One hand circled around the base, holding me in place, while something slender wrapped around every inch of me and whisked away both our tastes. Twisting around, no bit was left unattended, rougher texture contrasting the comfortable insides she had just offered me. It took far too long for me to realize it was her tongue, long and dexterous, and by that time she was already pushing me back to my own side of reality. I stumbled back, finding myself up against the wall with a front row seat to the portal disappearing into a puff of smoke, just a pleased sigh escaping from the other side as a final goodbye. What couldn't have lasted longer than five minutes felt like an hour, capped off with a wordless farewell.\n\nWell, maybe not just that.\n\nMy phone buzzed, shaky hands checking it in a state of disarray. There was a small message from my last match from moments before- simply giving me her address and an open invitation for more whenever I was around.\n\nMaybe I could keep this thing a bit longer and see where it got me. I'd give it back eventually...probably..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: (Incest) After she accidentally destroyed your bed, your sister offers to let you sleep in hers with her. What you would both realize very quickly is that you both sleep in the nude, and she is aggressively cuddly. Especially in her sleep.
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"content": "Josh had left his door open as he was cleaning off the high shelf on his wall. It was covered in a thick layer of dust and was previously covered in years of various items, from trophies to bits of junk. The items had been taken down, and he had a rag in hand to clean up the dust.\n\n\n\"Boo!\" Someone shouted behind him and tapped his back. Josh jumped so hard he lost his balance, leaning back off the step ladder he was standing on. As he fell, he turned, seeing the surprised face of his twin sister, Chelsey, as he collapsed toward her. She tried to side step out of the way, but could not in time, being brought down with her brother. Crash! The twins both came down hard onto his bed, causing the underlying structure of the frame to crack under their combined force. The two laid there for a second on the drooping mattress.\n\n\nJosh and Chelsey were twins, both eighteen and in their senior year of highschool. They generally got along well and even shared classes throughout their time at school. They had their share of disagreements, but what siblings don't? As far as siblings go, they were actually quite close, and while neither would admit it, they both had a somewhat more intimate fondness for each other. It wasn't an overwhelming incestuous lust they had to suppress. It was more like a little inkling of interest in the back of their minds. Obviously neither had acted on it, nor were they aware of the other's secret.\n\n\nThe two sat up and looked at each other. \"What the fuck!\" Josh practically yelled. \"Are you an idiot? You could've killed me! And look, you wrecked my bed!\"\n\n\nChelsey wanted to get mad at Josh for calling her an idiot, but, in hindsight, she realized how wreckless she had been. \"I'm really sorry Josh; I wasn't thinking. I just wanted to scare you a little. I'm really sorry.\"\n\n\nIt was fairly typical for Chelsey to think about an action after the fact. Plenty of damage, injuries and misunderstandings had occurred due to her poor judgements. Josh, on the other hand, was completely different. He almost always thought things through before acting. While it annoyed him to no end that his sister was so absent minded, he had come to accept it.\n\n\n\"Damnit, my bed's fucked. I hate the couch.\" Josh said, annoyed.\n\n\nChelsey felt bad. Not only did she endanger her brother but also broke his bed. \"Um, you can sleep in mine if you want. It's big enough for two.\" She spoke without thinking of how it would come across. She didn't consider her tendency to get naked in her sleep when she asked nor the spark of attraction in the back of her mind.\n\n\nJosh thought about it for a second. Unlike her, his taboo interest came to mind immediately, along with his strange tendency to lose his boxers in his sleep. It was almost like they shared a genetic predisposition to waking up naked.\n\n\n\"Fine, you better not snore,\" Josh responded affirmatively.\n\n\n\"I don't!\" replied his sister indignantly.\n\n\nThat night, Chelsey turned in earlier than Josh did, though she had more to do before bed. At around 10pm, he made his way to her room and knocked.\n\n\n\"Come in,\" she said distractedly.\n\n\nJosh walked in, his eyes falling on his sister. She was sitting with her back to him, just finishing taking her makeup off in her mirror. She was wearing only a simple black bra and matching panties. When she finished, she stood up to find her brother awkwardly staring at her. Then it dawned on her what she did. Her face got red.\n\n\n\"Oh, sorry, I wasn't thinking.\" Her hands fidgeted, not sure if she should try to cover herself or not. \"Um, can you turn around for a minute?\"\n\n\nJosh complied. Chelsey reached behind her and unhooked her bra, releasing her D cups. She dropped them and grabbed her plain, white t-shirt she liked to wear to bed and pulled it over her head. She pulled her long brown hair out of the collar and decided that was good enough.\n\n\n\"I'm done. Sorry again,\" she apologized once more.\n\n\nJosh turned around. Although the scene was much less scandalous, he couldn't stop his mind from fixating on the black panties just above the hem of her shirt.\n\n\n\"It's… fine. Um… were you getting into bed?\" asked Josh.\n\n\n\"Yeah, I was just about to,\" Chelsey replied, climbing into her bed and covering up, leaving the covers on the opposite side pulled down. Josh could have sworn her nipples were hard as rocks when he saw them pushing against the large t-shirt.\n\n\nJosh, realizing he was still wearing clothes, decided to just climb in.\n\n\n\"You sleep in your clothes?\" she asked.\n\n\nJosh replied, \"Well, no, but…\" \n\n\n\"I don't mind. I'll close my eyes, ok?\" she said as if prompting him to strip.\n\n\nHe considered for a second before stripping down to his boxers. His gray boxers did next to nothing to hide his semi. Unbeknownst to him, Chelsey subconsciously snuck a few peeks at his undressing form. Shutting off the light, he climbed in bed with his sister.\n\n\n\"'Night Josh.\"\n\n\n\"'Night Chel.\"\n\n\nThe two fell asleep surprisingly easily.\n\n---\n\n\nSome time in the middle of the night, Josh woke up to a strange sensation on his left arm. Disoriented, he looked over at his sister's face laying uncomfortably close to his own. In the pale moonlight, as he came to, he began to notice what was going on. Chelsey's cheeks glowed a soft pink in the light and her breathing was shallow. She clung to him, and the warmth of her body increased down his arm. He realized that she had no shirt, and to his horror, that he had no shorts. The last thing he realized was that she was moving. She had his hand between her thighs and was grinding her wet flower against it.\n\n\nHer breath was not only shallow, but also produced very light moans. Her warm breath crept along Josh's cheek like an ocean breeze. Her entire body was glued to him, and he could swear he could make out a faint, \"Josh,\" in some of her moans.\n\n\nChelsey moaned a bit louder, waking herself up. She went through the same process Josh did, realizing the situation. Her face went from pink to red, and something in her mind snapped. The situation did not compute. They stared into each other's shocked eyes for what felt like minutes. \n\n\nChelsey tried to speak, but no words came out. Her eyes welled up in tears as she pushed herself away and buried her face into her pillow. She had never been more ashamed, embarrassed or scared in her life. She cried near-hysterically into her pillow.\n\n\nJosh, still tired, did something he never did. He acted without thinking. He turned her head, her tears abruptly stopping and put his lips to her's, kissing her deeply. While shocked at first, she reciprocated his passionate advance.\n\n\nThey relented, and looked deeply into each other's eyes. \"I… I…\" Chelsey stammered but couldn't formulate a sentence.\n\n\n\"It's ok, I feel it too,\" Josh whispered to his sister.\n\n\nThey continued their mutual staring, then locked their lips once more, kissing even more passionately. Josh caressed her side, as Chelsey reached for his member. She found it and rubbed her hand up and down his nine-inch shaft.\n\n\nOnce again they broke apart. \"Did… you know?\" Chelsey asked.\n\n\n\"No, did you?\" Josh asked as well, to which she shook her head no.\n\n\n\"I've always thought…\" she started.\n\n\n\"...that you were attractive,\" he finished. She nodded. \"I'd be lying if I said I don't think about it sometimes.\"\n\n\n\"Ew, with your sister?\" she said in mock disgust, lightening the mood. \"Uh… well, I can't say I haven't.\"\n\n\nThey smiled at each other. It felt good to both of them to finally expose the secret they'd held from each other for so long. Josh slid his hand from her side to her stomach and slowly between her legs. Her pussy was still hot and wet, as he explored her most sensitive area. She hadn't a bit of hair anywhere.\n\n\n\"Your smooth body feels so good,\" Josh said, his arousal in his voice. Chelsey blushed some more, not really sure how to respond when your brother compliments your shaving habits. Josh's fingers explored her clit, which rewarded him with a moan. As he went further, Chelsey's body began to rhythmically respond.\n\n\nFinding her opening, Josh's middle finger began to explore Chelsey's pussy deeper. She started to moan louder as he went deeper, and he got up slightly. Partially on top of her, Josh again locked lips with Chelsey. Her moans worked their way into their kiss in the most erotic way. Josh withdrew his finger, then covered his ring finger in her erotic fluids. He pushed both into her, eliciting even more moans. Again he picked up his pace, and their saliva exchange became ravenous. His left hand was in her hair as she borderline-screamed into him.\n\n\nShe pulled back, \"Josh, you're gonna make… I'm gonna…\" Before she could finish, her muscles began to contract in pleasure. Her hands were on him, holding on wherever possible. He kept his pace steady and she panted and moaned as orgasm rocked her body. Her walls rhythmically squeezed his fingers.\n\n\nWhen her orgasm had passed, she locked eyes with her brother-turned-lover. They kissed again, this time gentler. They were both exhausted, too much so to care about the mess they made in her bed. Josh flipped her around and they cuddled together. His semi, being too tired to hold a full erection, pushed against the flesh of her soft ass. His hands roamed, groping her breasts and pussy until they past into sleep."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She'd been sleepy and cranky since giving up espresso. Fortunately, as a half succubus, she could get all the energy she needed from swallowing a different kind of shot...
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"content": "“Ah, my favorite customer,” Eddie said with a smile as he saw her enter. Several people turned and stared at the short girl with the thick, black-rimmed glasses. She was pretty, with her blonde curls and piercing blue eyes, though in her shapeless jeans and hoodie she did not really resemble the kinds of girls that usually made heads turn. No, what most likely drew the attention of everyone were the small, bone-colored horns poking out through the holes in her beanie, as well as the hooves she had instead of feet. \nEddie quickly served the cappuccino to the tall man in the business suit and then stepped out from behind the counter, only for a freckled girl to take his place and serve the next customer. “The usual?”, he asked.\n\nVyra nodded. “I can’t keep my eyes open without it,” she said with an adorable yawn.\n\n“You know we do serve coffee,” Eddie grinned. “That’s basically *all* we do at this place.”\n\n“I swore off that stuff,” Vyra shrugged. “It gives me headaches. And this stuff works just as well.”\n\nAs was the procedure the two of them had settled into, Eddie led Vyra into the employee room in the back. If his manager found out he let a customer in here, Eddie would probably get fired but he didn’t really care. This was too good. And the manager was never around anyway. He closed the door behind himself, then took off his coffee-stained apron and undid his pants, letting them slide down his legs along with his underwear. \nVyra yawned once again and went down on her knees in front of him. “I’m already late so we’ll have to do this quickly today,” she muttered as she grasped his half-erect cock in her hand. Her skin, as always, was warm, much warmer than any full human’s skin usually was. It was also very soft. Her touch immediately made him harden fully, as it always did. He wondered if that was just because she just felt so good or if that was another result of her infernal heritage. As he often did, he wondered what her mother must be like. \nVyra interrupted his thoughts by stroking him, not bothering with a slow build-up today. He closed his eyes and gasped voicelessly at the sensations. Distracted like this, he was unprepared when her lips closed gently around his tip. She sucked very lightly and allowed her unusually dexterous tongue to play with him inside her mouth, all the while still stroking his full length with her hand. \n“I’m almost there!”, he moaned very quickly, barely able to make any sound that wasn’t just a grunt or gasp of pleasure. \nVyra responded with a quick m-hm noise of confirmation. She further increased the pace of her strokes and no more than a minute after removing his pants, Eddie shot out a thick burst of cum straight into the half-succubus’ mouth. He groaned loudly in pleasure as she sucked the last drop of cum from him, then pulled back and swallowed it all. Her eyes suddenly widened and the drowsy expression on her face was replaced by a cheerful smile. \n“Ah, that’s the stuff!”, she announced. “That will keep my awake through my classes today. Hopefully.” As Vyra got back up to her hooves, Eddie pulled his pants back up and put on his apron again.\n“Glad you like it,” he smirked. His knees wobbled a bit as he led her back to the public area and to the counter. “One shot of our special espresso,” he said. “That will be $2.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Casual hookups are so common it takes little more than eye contact to have one. You find casual jobs to be a lot more thrilling now
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"content": "Contains: [Casual Sex] [Multitasking] [Bored Sex] [Public Sex] [Exhibitionism] [Cum] [Bukkake] [Trans-Female] [Trans-Male] [Portals] [Orgasm Denial] [Penis Expansion] [Breast Expansion] [MMF Bisexual] [Hidden Toys]\n\nTom woke up on his back to the feeling of his cock going in and out of his live-in girlfriends pussy. She notices him slowly starting to wake up, and apologizes “sorry! I was really horny and I figured it was close to the time you typically wake up anyways, so I just went for it. Don’t worry I’m almost finished!”\n\nHe smiled and said in a tired voice “Just be done in the next 10 minutes or I’m going to be late for work.” He grabbed his phone and started checking his notifications.\n\n“Don’t you want to cum too?” She asked\n\n“It’s fine, odds are I’ll find someone on the subway” He replied as he scrolled through reddit. \n\n“Damn, I really like having cum with my breakfast. Maybe I’ll find someone at the grocery store” she said as her ass bounced up and down on his cock.\n\nHis second alarm went off and unceremoniously she got off his cock and they both went to take a quick shower before starting their day. He rushed out the door with a raging hard-on. He briskly walked down the halls of his apartment, past the Busty Receptionist and the vending machines containing various “insta” products that his place of employment created, things like “Insta-erection”,”Insta-Recharge”,”Insta-Growth”, and so on.\n\nHe stepped outside to the site of people waiting in line for a new IPhone. Some people were leaning against the wall, some were giving oral sex, some were cuddling, some were covered in cum because what else was there to do while waiting in a long line. One had to wonder whether they were in line for the new IPhone, or in the line for the inevitable orgy that would ensue as a result of waiting in line with nothing to do."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The empire’s feminization force has found the tomboy resistance headquarters. Brave souls make their last stand against pink lasers and intoxicating femgas.
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"content": "The brave last stand had all gone to shit.\n\nJesse had barely made it off the ramparts in time. The defenses had been solid, steel and concrete laid by the hard women she called comrades. But one blast of the enemy's new superweapon had turned it into Pinterest-worthy cardboard and hot glue. Child-safe for all the moms out there, but no kind of defense against the elite Gatekeep Girlbosses who had swarmed the weakness.\n\nEven now, surrounded by grimy stone walls, she could still hear them giggling and wooing.\n\nShe caught herself on the metal door at the top of the stairs and then banged twice. When Kai opened it, Jesse tumbled to the ground.\n\nKai picked her up and dragged her inside. \"What did they do to you?\" she asked, her alto voice tight with strain.\n\nJesse lifted her vest. A stray laser had grazed her side. Where it had touched, it had changed the flank of her sensible tank top into a tight training corset. Her breathing was impaired and she could feel her internal organs being rearranged.\n\n\"So, like, -\" Jesse started in a high, breathy voice. She coughed, hard, shuddering with the pain it brought. But she reasserted herself and brought her voice down an octave. \"They hit us with everything. Rays, gas, they even brought out the catgirls.\"\n\nKai scowled and spat to the side. Everyone had heard the rumors about the monstrous results of cutting-edge gynoform tech. \"I won't let them get to you.\" she pledged.\n\nJesse stopped her, laying her hand on Kai's chest. \"No, it's too late. We're going to plan B, and you have to be the carrier.\"\n\nKai grit her teeth, but with one look she could tell that Jesse was serious. She tore her gaze away, her face cast in shadows. They sat there, one in the other's lap, as close as possible cause they are gay.\n\nFor a long while there was only the sounds of far-off battle and Jesse's labored breathing. At last, Kai broke the silence. \"I had - have, a crush on you.\"\n\nJesse let out a short, barking laugh that turned into a cough. \"You useless lesbian. We all had a crush on each other.\"\n\nKai blushed red, but before she could respond the door was torn off its hinges by a pair of razor-sharp stilleto heels. Jesse brought up her pistol dick and began pumping load after load towards the intruders. She screamed, primal and incoherent.\n\nThere was a soft \"whump\" from outside, and a poofy dress tangled itself around Jesse's arms and chest. Then another, and another, in a barrage of lacy ruffles. Kai grabbed desperately for the woman in her lap, but she could barely see through the sea of taffeta that threatened to envelop her. \"Jesse!\" she cried, tangled up in pink.\n\n\\~\n\nKai was fished out of the fabric by flawlessly manicured hands. She was stripped to her sports bra and boxers, washed, then dressed in a halter top and yoga pants. She let it happen in a daze. Once they were done, she was dragged before the architect of all her pain.\n\n\"Hiiii!\" squealed the woman in the general's uniform. \"I'm General-Supreme Quendra-Jane Marie, but, like, I'm suuure you've heard of me on Insta. You're cute. I love the pixie cut. You're what, like a C cup?\"\n\nKai said nothing, her distant and defeated gaze speaking for her.\n\n\"Okaaay, do you have, like, any last words? Want to go halfsies on a PSL from Starbucks?\"\n\nKai sat slumped, but she was determined not to give the other woman anything else.\n\n\"Whatever. I'm bored. Feminize her.\" Quendra snapped authoritatively at the two Alpha Bitches manning the ray.\n\nKai screamed. At first it was raw, painful, but as her vocal chords distorted it rose, softened, going from horror movie scream queen to porn star fake orgasm. Her lips, butt, and boobs swelled like baloons filling with water. Her nails grew long and polished, her hair lengthened and grew wavy, and she could feel her feet arching to better fit into high heels.\n\nAt last it was over, and Quendra wrenched her hair up so that Kai was forced to look into the mirror at the other end of the room. She looked like a perfect bimbo on her knees, and already the thought drifted through her head that she ought to wrap her lips around a popsicle or something. And maybe changer her name to something sexier. Like Kayla.\n\n\"I'm done here.\" said Quendra.\n\n\"And yet you fart.\" breathed Kayla.\n\n\"Ew, gross!\" Quendra spun on her six-inch heel. \"Not in front of people!\"\n\n\"No,\" cooed Kayla, \"you hid it all away, because you couldn't stand the truth of what all those Taco Tuesdays meant. You buried your shame, but we found it. And we condensed it. Into a weapon. One that would remind you of everything you try to suppress but can't.\"\n\n\"We destroyed your little fort.\" spat Quendra, \"Where's your silly little weapon now?\"\n\nKayla jiggled her tits suggestively. \"What did you think you were enhancing? I'm a double-A cup. Those weren't my real boobs, slut!\"\n\nQuendra's mouth fell open in a perfect 'O' in surprise, but it was too late. Kayla threw herself at the floor chest-first and the overinflated balloons she was smuggling burst with a bang that became a roar that split the chamber in two.\n\n\\~\n\nWord of the explosion spread quickly through the groupchats. It soon came out that the Boss Bitch General-Supreme had been killed, and the sorrow that followed transcended emojis. Within hours, the gas picked up into the wind, and then the panic began. Gallons of aerosol were sprayed in its path, but nothing could stop the smell."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The pills were supposed to help her keep her weight down by letting her convert excess calories into milk... She didn't expect the level of breast growth, and she certainly didn't expect her various increased "appetites"...
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"content": "\"This is who I was meant to be,\" Leslie wrote. Just as quickly as she penned the words, they were blotted out by the steady stream of liquid falling from her udders...that's what she called them now. They had octupled in size since she had started taking the pills. They were pulsing now; it was like there was a direct connection from her tits to her clit. She gasped as she squeezed them, dripping more liquid onto the page. Was it milk or was it cum, Leslie wasn't sure. She was constantly lactating now, but her tits were also covered in the cum of the three roofers waiting for her out in her bedroom.\n\nLeslie stashed away her notebook and pen, her need for stimulation outweighing her need to document her transformation. \"Are mommy's boys hungry,\" she intoned as she sashayed from the bathroom toward the bed. The workmen had 30 minutes of their lunch break left, and she wasn't going to waste one more second. Leslie rested against her headboard as two roofers latched onto her huge udders, which now almost rested in her lap, feasting on the milk that poured out, while the other took his place between her legs teasing her clit with his tongue.\n\nHow had she gotten here? The prospect of seducing her neighbors' roofers during their lunch break would have mortified Leslie only two short months ago, but then came the pills. Honestly, Leslie didn't mind her situation now. She felt at home being a hyper-sexualized whore, with her massive tits scoring her almost any man she wanted.\n\nIt all started on a Saturday night. Saturdays were sex days for Leslie and her husband, Doug. Doug was grabbing onto her tummy rolls as he pushed into her. After he had cum in her, and the couple lay together, Leslie asked, \"why do you always grab my tummy during sex.\"\n\n\"It's the thing that sticks out furthest. What do you expect me to do?\" Doug replied. At that moment, Leslie vowed to lose weight. But, how? She had always been a big woman. As Doug dozed next to her, Leslie picked up her phone and started to look up workout plans. Scrolling through the posts, one submission caught her eye. \"Supplement your workouts with this shape-enhancing pill: specially formulated for women with stubborn fat.\" What the hell, Leslie thought as she entered her credit card information. \n\nA week later an unmarked package arrived. Leslie was giddy with excitement. She loved sex but hated feeling self-concious. Just once, she wanted Doug to grab her tits, or anything but her fat rolls, as he finished. This was surely the answer. Soon she'd be trim and ready to fuck without constantly thinking about what Doug was looking at. Also, if she was being honest with herself, it would be nice to be ogled at work like the other women at her accounting firm. And, with that thought, she took her first pill.\n\nThe next Saturday night, Leslie was distraught. As Doug came, he once again had his hands dug into her fat rolls. As Leslie lay on the bed near tears with her back to her husband, he said something that Leslie saw as a turning point. \"Your tits looked hot bouncing while we fucked.\" He'd never said anything like that before. She had noticed that her bras were a bit tighter, but she thought that she'd just gotten fatter...again. Doug's comment was a welcome surprise.\n\nLeslie turned over and took his cock in her mouth, wanting to reward him for the compliment. Doug reached down and massaged her tits as she sucked him. Leslie gagged on his dick as she experienced an orgasm as never before. Something had changed.\n\nThe next Monday at work, Leslie couldn't concentrate on anything. Her tits were uber sensitive and seemed to be bursting out of her bra. She was already a c-cup, but her weight had always overshadowed her breast size. Now, however, it seemed like her tits were finally taking center stage. She slipped her hand inside her dress to tweak her nipple just as there was a knock at the door.\n\nIt was Bobby, the 22-year old new hire. Leslie sat red-faced as Bobby spoke up, \"Hey, Leslie. Could we possibly do lunch today. I've seen your work, and I feel like there's so much I could learn.\" Leslie agreed to join Bobby for lunch as she sat wondering if he had seen what she was doing just prior to his entry. \n\nOver lunch, Leslie couldn't focus. Bobby was bright and was asking great questions, but she was coming off like a complete ditz. She kept on catching herself leaning over resting her tits on the table and giving Bobby a perfect view down her blouse. For his part, Bobby seemed to be enjoying the view, and was increasingly asking dumb questions just to prolong the lunch. \n\n\"Leslie, are you okay?\" Bobby exclaimed as he stared at her blouse. Looking down, Leslie noticed that her shirt was wet. She ran to the bathroom, embarrassed and scared.\n\nIn the bathroom stall, Leslie gingerly removed her bra. She shuddered as the bra brushed against her nipples. Her tits hung down, bigger than she'd ever seen them and dripped white liquid. Leslie instinctively brought her nipple to her mouth (she could never do that before) and sucked. Milk poured into her mouth as she collapsed on the toilet and orgasmed.\n\nLeslie regretted driving Bobby to the restaurant as she stuffed her bra with paper towels, trying to stem what was now a steady flow. \n\nAs they pulled into the office parking garage, Leslie's blouse was soaked through again. She was almost in tears, but Bobby was rapt. \"I can help,\" he said nervously. \"I didn't know you were pregnant though\"\n\n\"I'm not,\" Leslie sobbed as she opened her blouse. Bobby had already guessed her problem, and frankly it turned her on immensely to show him her tits. What is going on, she thought. A week ago, I was happily married and now I'm about to feed a junior coworker. These thoughts disappeared as her mind was subsumed by the feeling of Bobby nursing the milk out of her right tit. Leslie raised her left tit to her own mouth as she came and felt Bobby's hand reach into her panties.\n\nTO BE CONTINUED"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The process made breast milk alcoholic. Volunteering to test it was fine. But when everyone starts talking about using them as a "party keg" that might be a different thing...
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"content": "**Johnny's Backpacking Blog**\n\n*Guten Tag from Ulm!*\n\n[The top of the page features a photo of Johnny the backpacker posing with a group of tall, busty german barmaids, complete with dirndls and braids. His face is almost buried between the chests of the barmaids on the left and right of him, simply because they're leaning in to get into the photo.]\n\n---\n\nBavarian pubs are known for excellent beer and beautiful barmaids. Few go quite as far as *Rathskeller Dick Wirtin*, outside Ulm.\n\nIt's got the same name as a place in Berlin I reviewed last month, but I gather it's a total coincidence. I was talking to a businessman on the train from Munich, and he recommended this place. he says they don't get nearly as much business as they deserve.\n\nThe pub's in an old half-timbered building in the forest outside the city. Took me a little while to find the place. I actually had to ask directions from a man in an ox-cart. An OX-CART, in the 21st century!\n\nI arrived around ten in the morning. It was pretty quiet. The first thing I noticed about the fraulein who greeted me was her bust. She had, to put it bluntly, the biggest breasts I've ever seen. It didn't help that she was so tall that her chest was nearly at my eye level. I struggled to keep my eyes up as she seated me and gave me a menu.\n\nAs she walked away, I couldn't help but watch her ass swaying. She wasn't just tall and plump. Her calves were like carved stone. Every part of her was enormous.\n\nRegular readers should know I'm not usually so horny. I don't mean to objectify this hard-working woman, but you must understand that, as I would soon realize, sexuality is a major part of the *Rathskeller Dick Wirtin* experience. The other part is the traditional german pub experience.\n\nThe only other customer was a portly man in lederhosen. I went over to the table next to him and struck up a conversation. Klaus was his name. He laughed when I told him it was my first time here, and recommended I order the sampler assortment. He told me he was an Alpenhorn player, and gestured to a long, straight horn with a curved end that was propped against the wall. \n\nAnother barmaid, just as tall as the first, came out to Klaus' table, carrying an empty stein and a platter of Schnitzel. She greeted me, and asked if I was ready to order. Klaus told her I needed the sampler assortment, and I nodded. Locals always know what's the best at a place like this. She set down the schnitzel, and Klaus offered me a few. \n\nWhat happened next surprised me. She reached into her dirndl and heaved out one of her enormous breasts. I did a double take. She asked me if it was my first time here. Klaus told her that he didn't need it straight from the tap. She nodded, and held the stein under her breast with one hand, and squeezed her nipple with the other. After a moment of exertion, rich dark beer flowed from her nipple. At first it was a trickle, but it quickly became as strong a flow as you'd expect from any beer tap. She gasped, and closed her eyes, obviously enjoying it.\n\n*Rathskeller Dick Wirtin*'s big selling point is that the barmaids lactate beer.\n\nI was still silently trying to process what had happened in front of me when she finished pouring and put the stein down. Klaus took a swig from it. He nudged me and remarked, \"Great service, eh?\" The barmaid turned to me, and asked, as if this was totally normal, if I wanted to order anything besides the sample assortment. I shook my head to clear it. It occurred to me that I should ask whether the sampler was normal beer, or if I'd accidentally ordered some kind of kinky sex service. The barmaid laughed, and assured me it was normal beer, but, if I liked, I could have it \"straight from the tap\", and since it was such a slow day, if I was gentle, maybe I could get more. She winked at me, and headed back to the kitchen.\n\nI turned to Klaus, and said no one had mentioned to me that this place was a brothel. He said, oh, no, it's not sex work. It's just food service, legally speaking. He says, the servers are \"committed to excellent service\". he warned me that drinking straight from the tap could be messy, so he recommended having the ladies serve it for me themselves, if only so he doesn't get sprayed while he's eating. I try to be considerate.\n\nI asked him how it happens. He has no idea how it works, but it really is actual beer, from their actual breasts. Klaus assured me he is an expert in both areas, and from the look of him, I absolutely believe it.\n\nI've ordered samplers at brewpubs elsewhere. They're usually a tray of shotglasses, each with a different beer. This one, however, started with a line of six barmaids. Two were the one who seated me, and the waitress, but the other four were new.\n\nThe waitress, Ortlinde, explained to me that each barmaid lactated a different beer brewed in her very own breasts and asked which one did I want to start with?\n\nShe was tall, pale and blonde, and she lactated the golden ale, which Klaus cut in to assure me was his favorite.\n\nKremhild, was the one who'd seated me. She was the biggest of the lot, with brown hair in two braids, and she had a traditional dark lager in her tits.\n\nMadhuri was next. She had dark skin, and striking amber eyes. Her beer was an India Pale Ale, and she took the time to explain that IPAs actually hail from England, not unlike herself, and they're called that because they were designed to keep well on the long voyages to India.\n\nJennifer was an American like myself. She was tall and blonde, and explained in a Texas drawl that she had plain old budweiser in her tits, but promised the serving experience would more than make up for the taste. She waggled her chest to emphasize the point.\n\nNext was Oona. She was the picture of a bonny Irish lass. wavy red hair, freckles, the works. Appropriately enough, she had an Irish Red Ale. She was the most energetic of the bunch, and barely stood still as she introduced herself.\n\nLast was Cerise, also American. She hailed from Louisiana and her dark, dark skin stood out from the paler skin of the other barmaids. She didn't have a beer for me, but rather a cherry cider. Her breasts were by far the smallest, nearly the size of a \"normal\" pornstar, rather than the enormous udders the rest of them had.\n\nWith so many tall, curvy women lined up in front of me, I was a little overwhelmed. I said, go ahead, please, dispense the beers.\n\nI took notes on the flavors at first, but due to events later that day, they're too beer-soaked to be legible. I do remember, however, that I expected the beers to taste at least a little milky, and was surprised when they tasted like normal beer. I'm not exactly an expert in fancy beer tasting, so don't ask me about the 'hoppiness' or anything. The beers all had fine heads, and were as rich as any I've ever had. \n\nThe barmaids, however gave truly *excellent* head. As I write this near the french border, two days later, my balls are still sensitive from how much they milked out of me, and I still have a hell of a hangover. *Rathskeller Dick Wirtin* isn't a brothel, to be clear. I didn't pay them for any services, beyond the very reasonably priced beer sampler. The barmaids are just unbelievably slutty. I'm fairly certain we had a drunken orgy, but unfortunately, I was blackout drunk, and don't remember much of it."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: At this resort, every stay comes with a monster girl companion. It's a great job, and one monster girl is looking forward to her first day...
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"content": "Monster girl resort\n\n\n\"So I will be assigned one guest for their whole stay?\" Sunny asked. \n\n\n\"Most often, yes.\" Jill the lamia answered as she sorted through her many bikini tops. \"Unless, they choose a temporary trade or utilize the ride share option.\"\n\n\n\"Um… ride share option?\" Sunny tried not to stare at the naked snake woman but her movements were almost hypnotic. The satyr woman shuffled nervously.\n\n\n\"Oh, that…\" Jill let out a sigh. \"I have only had a few. Don't worry you may set a limit on the number but management gets grumpy if you don't go at least as high as two.\" \n\n\n\"What's your number?\" The satyr asked innocently. The naked snake woman thought before answering.\n\n\n\"Well my kind is usually enjoyed by people that prefer one on one attention. Being coiled while we fuck is the big draw after all.\" Jill said with a giggle. Sunny was now staring openly at her tits. \"But I did entertain a group of two couples that wanted to spice things up,but they were two cheap for the regular package. Human women… I really don't get enough of those.\" The lamia giggled. \"But my experience is gonna be much different than whatever you have. Yours might be closer to Cassie's\" She pointed at the holstaur getting dressed across the room.\n\n\n\"With ride shares… Hopefully not.\" The larger woman stood up and adjusted her massive tits. \"I have had to entertain full bachelor parties. They actually request me a lot of those actually, but I prefer one on one experiences. The group thing just turns into nonstop fucking.\"\n\n\n\"Some people like that.\" Jill giggled.\n\n\n\"So is it true what they say about satyr girls?\" Cassie asked.\n\n\n\"What is that?\" Sunny asked with a blush.\n\n\n\"Don't be coy…I hear your kind is used to a very fast pace.\" Cassie grinned and then walked over to her. She pinched Sunny's nipple through her blue sundress. \"And you milk as much as we do despite the smaller breasts.\"\n\n\nSunny shivered before answering. Her hairy nethers where now thoroughly wet. \"Yeah, our men ride us pretty fast, but it helps that most satyr women can cum from a person gripping her horns…\"\n\n\nWithout warning the taller stronger woman gripped her smaller horns. Sunny's entire body shook and the smell of sexy filled the room. Jill sat back and laughed in amusement as the larger cow girl manhandled the satyr.\n\n\nSunny started to think she would like working here."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Gender swap, Incest, or cuckold prompts wanted
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"content": "Twins Micah and Ruth grew up in a extremely strict religious household.\n\nThey never got to have access to the internet and we’re only allowed 1 hour of monitored screen time a day (usually their father made them watch Fox News).\n\nHomeschooled, and living in the middle of nowhere meant they were each other’s only friends. They didn’t know anything different though, so it was ok.\n\nAs they got older of course their hormones began working their magic but sex wasn’t a topic to be spoken of, unless it was about how you waited until marriage and how mastrubation was a sin. \n\nFinally, they were 18 and about to start college. Mom and Dad headed off to a mission trip in Africa earlier than expected and Micah and Ruth had 2 days to pack and move into their dorms. \n\nThey were more than ready to finally experience all life has to offer. They even joked a bit about how they’d heard in college that boys and girls kiss and hold hands openly. \n\nJust thinking about it made Micah get that tingling tightness in his pants. He’d always rush off to the shower and run it cold, like dad taught him. Hopefully he’d find a good wife quickly at Kansas Baptist College so he could explore these feelings more. \n\nRuth noticed Micah’s excitement, it was pretty obvious and well, she couldn’t help herself, it’s not like she had access to anything else. When he’d run off to shower she’d pray for forgiveness. Thank goodness in a few short days she’d be able to actually make friends and if lucky, find a husband of her own. She knew these thoughts were sinful and it made her so confused and anxious. Yet she couldn’t stop thinking them. Sometimes, she even imagined holding hands and kissing before marriage.\n\n\nThen the worst possible news happened. Covid 19. Just as they were all set for a new life, the world shut down.\n\nMom and Dad are in Africa and international travel is banned. Guess they’ll just have to make the best of it until things get back to normal. It can’t take that long, can it?"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A college sorority — notorious for all their members’ renown love of cum — has a super secret initiation ritual for their new members. And, to the surprise of no one — except possibly a few of their newly recruited members — this ritual involves a number of cocks, and quite a bit of cum.
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"content": "Tau Iota Tau Initiation \n\nSelene practically shook with excitement. She knew her bare pussy was wet and her hard nipples capped her bare tits even as she wound her way through the party serving drinks. She had been looking forward to joining the Tau Iota Tau sorority since, forever. Her mother was a Tau girl and her older sister who had just graduated had also been in the sorority. Now that she was going to be a member she couldn’t wait for it to happen. The hazing had been pretty standard to be honest, at least for her. Her mother and sister had warned her about some of the things that were to come and she had weathered them like a champ.\n\nAs a Tau pledge Selene had eagerly and enthusiastically opened her blouse or lifted her skirt whenever one of the members of their brother fraternity, the Alphas, had asked. She hadn’t even brought underwear to the sorority house since she knew the sisters would shred them on the first day anyway. It didn’t matter if the Professors or other students could see her, she had lifted up her shirt or skirt and showed off her sexy body without hesitation. The first week had been a piece of cake for a dedicated Tau legacy like her.\n\nThe second week hadn’t surprised her either. While some of the other girls had been embarrassed and blushed when they were told they would be serving food and drinks at the Alpha’s party Selene had grinned. Showing up to the party in a light, cheap sundress she had not been shocked as the Pledge Mistress had used a pair of scissors and cut off her clothing. Each girl received the same. Selene had admired her fellow pledges' bodies. They were definitely Tau Iota Tau girls, busty and curvy, the type that made it past the initial selection easily but she wasn’t sure they were all true Taus. \n\nWith her own large breasts hanging bare for everyone to see, Selene had been careful to let her hips swing as she served food and drink. She only bent at the waist to pick things up when she was cleaning away discarded cups and plates. She felt the hands caressing her body, both from the clothed Alpha members and occasionally from the more senior Tau girls. She had stood proudly as one of the Alpha’s had hefted her tits in his hand and asked her how big they were. She had loved the look on his face when she replied 34F and winked. He’d fondled them for a while longer and she had made sure that when he was done she needed to bend over in front of him so he could see the effect.\n\nThe final week had been mostly the same but she knew that tonight’s party would be different. The secret initiation ritual would happen tonight and all the pledges chosen to be true Tau girls would be allowed to become sisters in the sorority. Now, as she walked around the party she admired the women in the room. Every Tau at the party was nude and it was so hot to see all these naked women around the clothed males of the Alpha fraternity. She noticed though with a bit of surprise that none of the Tau sisters were taking any of the guys upstairs. Though occasionally she did see a few guys slip down into the basement alone. She squirmed in anticipation, the ritual was probably happening down there right?\n\nSelene pushed her ass into the hand of someone fondling it. Not even bothering to turn to see who it was. As his fingers slid between her legs she knew what he’d find, a wet sopping mess from her arousal. Tau girls had always been known around campus for two things. First, being the most busty and most breast obsessed girls on campus, and second being cum loving connoisseurs of male ejaculate. Selene had never actually swallowed much cum, with her past boyfriends she had usually made them cum on her chest or jacked them off onto her face. With her large natural breasts all of them had been more than happy with that. But now, if she was going to be a Tau? She knew she had to drink some cum. Idly she wondered if the other girls expected it, they’d have to be total idiots not to expect it at this point right?\n\n“The ritual is about to begin,” A dark haired Tau sister with caramel colored skin whispered into Selene’s ear and touched her arm. “Descend the stairs to the ritual chamber if you are a true Tau.”\n\nSelene nodded, shooting a nervous smile to the senior Tau. Her dark nipples were hard and she was watching Selene with interest. Deciding to give her sister no reason to doubt her dedication she walked towards the door and went down the stairs. At the bottom she let out a half yelp as someone grabbed her and forced her hands behind her back. Another Tau girl blindfolded her and she was led deeper into the basement. Hearing a struggle behind her Selene knew that each pledge was being greeted the same way upon entering the basement. She was taken a short distance and forced to kneel.\n\n(Part 1/2)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [META] October 2021 Contest: Ghosts, Poltergeists, and Monsters, Oh My!
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"content": "The Shadow Man \n\nSitting in a taxi on my way to the hotel after a long flight from Florida to London. My eyes were heavy and I just wanted to check in and have a nap. “Are you here for business or pleasure?” The taxi driver asked.\n“Business” I replied, trying to keep my responses short and sweet. I really couldn’t be bothered to have a conversation. \n“Your staying in The Langham?”. \n“Yes”. \n“Have you heard the stories?” He asked. I really couldn’t bare to hear any stories, I thought, but best not be rude. \n“No, what stories?” I tried to sound interested. \n“The Langham is the most famous haunted hotel in London, room 333, It’s here that many have reported seeing the ghost of a Victorian doctor, who murdered his wife and then took his own life while the pair were honeymooning at the hotel. If you don’t see the doctor then you may see the German prince, who threw himself off a balcony here” he reported. I laughed, “I don’t believe in ghost stories” I chuckled. \n“Well, here we are sir, hope you have a pleasant stay” he said with a wink. I got out the taxi, the hotel was so grand. I got my luggage and walked to the reception desk. \n\n“Hello, I have a room booked under Mr.Green” I said eagerly, just wanting to get to my room. A young boy, must have just been 18, sounded polish or Eastern European, very slim and petit, cute smile with dimples and electric blue eyes. \n“Mr. Green welcome to the Langham. You will be staying in room 154, breakfast will be served between 7am until 10am in our dining room. Do you need help with your luggage?” He politely asked, very softly spoken. \n“No, thank you, I can manage” I took my keys, smiled and headed to my room. \n\nMy room was beautiful, a luxurious double bed with thick pillows and cover, which called to me. A massive bathroom, with a deep bath and shower, very clean and shiny. I made myself a cup of tea and then threw myself back on my bed. It felt amazing to be finally here. \n\nBANG! I shot up from the bed, what on earth was that, I thought. I must have drifted off to sleep. My cup of tea was stone cold and untouched, I checked my phone it was 30 minutes past midnight. I looked around my room and then checked the bathroom. Whatever that noise was, it wasn’t from my room. I looked through the peephole in the door, I couldn’t see anything. I opened my door and peaked my head out, it was silent, did no one else hear it? I looked up and down the corridor. Standing at one end of the corridor was a man, at least I think it was a man, it was so dark I could only see it as a shadow. He was about 6foot, looked well built, a rugby player build. I couldn’t see any features as it was so dark. It was nothing I thought and went back into my room. I got underdressed, leaving my boxers on and jumped into bed. Set an alarm for 8am and started to drift off. \n\nI opened my eyes, but couldn’t do much else. I tried to get up but it feels as if my arms and legs have been strapped to the bed, even though there are no visible restraints. I go to call out for help, but my voice has gone, like I have been gagged. \n\nI feel a sensation on the inside of my leg, like someone’s fingers running up my leg. The sensations gets higher, working up my calf, to my knee, up my thigh, until eventually it reaches my boxers. Then with one swipe my boxers and bed covers come off, leaving me naked and exposed. However there is no one else in my room, and I still can’t move, is this some kind of dream? \n \nI was laying there for about 5 minutes, trying to reach for my phone to call for help. Then I saw a dark shadow hovering over me, it was the man I saw in the corridor, but this was no man. It was just a pitch, black shadow, no features. Unable to move, unable to talk, I just laid there and watched him or whatever it is. \n\nAfter a couple of minutes the dark shadow moved, I then felt a sensation on my balls, it was a pleasurable sensation like some was sucking and playing with my balls. Then I felt a grip around my dick, it caused my dick to start growing. Then I felt a feeling on my dick like some was sucking it, just the head at first but then the sensation started to get lower and lower down my shaft until it was balls deep. It felt like the best blowjob I have ever received, yet i still couldn’t get my head around what was happening. Still unable to move or talk I just laid there and accepted it. \n\nThis sensation lasted about 30 minutes, pre-cum was flooding down my dick. Every time I got close to shooting my load it was like the shadow knew and the sensation stopped for a few minutes. After a while I felt a force and it forced me to roll over. It pulled me into a dog position with my arse in the air. It started to rim me or that’s what it felt like. I actually started to enjoy it, the shadow was amazing and was giving me feelings a person has never given me. My dick was solid and so wet, I just wanted to play with myself but my hands and feet were still restrained. \n\nAfter a while I felt something enter my arse, it felt the perfect fit, it was like it was moulded to fit into me perfectly. The feeling and sensation was amazing. I kept getting so close to shooting my load, hands-free, but again every time I was close, it stopped. The frustration was extreme and I just wanted to scream, but still unable to talk, I just hoped the shadow would eventually let me explode. The shadow continued to fuck and tease me until sun rise. \n\nJust before the sun rose fully, I finally was allowed to shoot my load, it was a massive load. After a night of been teased and edged I wasn’t surprised. Once I shot my load, the shadow just vanished, dissolved into the air. I laid in my bed to gather my thoughts, then my alarm went off. \n\nI got showered and dressed and left my room, as I shut my door the young boy from reception was walking past. “You’ve been touched by The Shadow Man” he winked and carried on walking. I’ll never forget that night, and have never experienced sex like it since. I don’t know if it was the doctor or the German prince or another spirit, but whatever it was I wanted to experience them again."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Aside from the black and white pattern of her hair, it was hard to tell that despite looking like a cat girl, she was at least a quarter cowgirl. It was hard to tell apart from the size of her breasts, and of course all of the milk...
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"content": "\"I really love your highlights.\" Ashley heard her new conquest exclaim while she grabbed a handful of the cat-girl's hair. Emily had stopped their make-out session for a second to appreciate the sparse white locks amid a sea of black, only to move her mouth towards Ashley's neck and fill it with a series of bites and kisses.\n\nPeople always thought she dyed her hair. She didn't mind the assumption, though. Actually, it was better this way. The surprise was, indeed, one of her favorite parts of an affair.\n\n\"Hmmm. There are plenty of things for you to love, my sweet girl.\" Ashley took the hand of her lover and placed it on one of her boobs. Emily didn't need further encouragement and started to knead the cat-girl's pillowy tit.\n\n\"God, they are huge.\" Emily proclaimed at Ashley's nape while she squeezed and mauled the soft flesh. Evidently, they were. Being twice the size of her head, they were one of the few traits that exposed the unexpected portion of her genes, but not the best one.\n\nDeciding her hand shouldn't have all the fun, Emily kissed her way down towards her partner's mountains. Ashley purred, her soft tail curling around the young woman's leg.\n\n\"Yes, suck me.\" She caressed Emily's head, urging her. \"Taste me.\"\n\nEmily did as she was told. The young woman latched on a nipple, hungry for a taste of her lover. Ashley moaned loudly, eagerly pressing her breast on her partner. She could feel it coming. She needed it so badly.\n\nDue to her early stimulation, it didn't take long for her release. Milk spouted directly into Emily's mouth. Startled by the sudden flow, the woman swallowed the first streams but quickly detached herself from the wet nub.\n\n\"What the...\" There it was. The perplexed eyes scrutinized the cat-girl's and her chest, searching for an answer, slowly connecting the dots. The gaping mouth attempted to forge a sentence. A single white bead gently trickled from Emily's moist lips. \"Is that-Is that milk?\"\n\nOh, how Ashley waited for this. A whole day without milking herself, knowing she would finally take Emily to bed. Knowing she would finally share her secret once again. Knowing she would finally feed.\n\n\"I'm a quarter cow-girl. Father's side of the family.\"\n\nShe was so, so full. Milk dribbled down her rigid nipples, longing to be consumed by her companion. Ashley waited, staring at Emily, who still looked shocked, but the cat-girl could see the increasing thirst.\n\n\"Shit, that's-I don't even-\" Emily's hot breath tickled Ashley's tender nub. The warmth and the anticipation set off goosebumps all over her body. The woman looked at her, hesitant. \"I mean, should I?\"\n\nIf only she knew how Ashley craved the touch of lips. How she needed to be emptied by Emily.\n\n\"Shh. Come on, you can drink. Don't worry.\" She reassured her lover, a hand guiding Emily back to where she shouldn't have left. \"There you hmmm go. Yes! Now, be a good girl and suck every last drop. Good girls get seconds in the morning.\"\n\nIt was all Emily needed to hear as she gulped mouthful after mouthful, hoping to be a good girl worthy of Ashley's bounty."
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"content": "A single mother is distressed that her son has developed a secret exhibitionist streak. Time and again, she finds him on the couch with his bare cock out during supposed \"wardrobe malfunctions\" while he's \"\"\"sleeping.\"\"\"\n\nAt first she thought it really was an accident, but now it's happening practically every week, and his erections keep getting harder and harder...\n\nShe's too timid to confront him about this and has been quietly trying to ignore it for months now. Finally she's turned to a family counselor to try to get their advice on how to fix things... Little does Mom know that her new counselor's idea of \"affirmative action\" is a little harder to swallow than she thought it would be..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: My girlfriend is free to use, but make no mistake. You can fuck her in every hole, but it's me she'll lovingly cuddle with. You can make her white with your cum from head to toe, but it's me she'll wear the wedding gown for. You can father her children, but it's me they will be calling daddy.
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"content": "“Daddy! Daddy!” Maria came running up to me, hugging my leg as I made dinner. I pat the head of my precious Latina princess.\r \n“Careful honey, I’m cooking,” I said, stirring the sauce on the stove. My daughter let go before climbing up into a stool at the island. “What’s up, pumpkin?” I asked, hearing the thumping of her legs hitting the underside of the island, the sign that she had something on her mind.\r \n“How did you and mommy meet?” she asked.\r \nI laughed because that wasn’t exactly a story I could tell to a 6-year-old. “We met at a party while at college,” I said omitting the messy details.\r \n“Did you think she was pretty?” she asked with a giggle.\r \nI put the spoon down on the rest. Leaning over the counter, I smiled at my daughter, “She was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen.”\r \n—————————————\r \n10 years ago\r \n—————————————\r \n“Greg, you’ve got to see this,” Jimmy said, cocking his head down a hallway. I followed him to a bedroom in the house the party was being hosted in.\r \nAnd there she was, Ally my future wife. Sure at the time I didn’t know that, all I saw was a beautiful woman dripping in cum surrounded by a handful of guys. Her lips wrapped around a cock, another cock stretched her asshole, while the half dozen guys in the room touched themselves waiting their turn.\r \nThe guy in front of her pulled himself free of her mouth. With a few strokes of his own member, he exploded across her already cum coated face obscuring more of her freckles. “Who’s next?” were the first words I heard her say. She scooped a glob of cum into her mouth as one of the waiting men approached her.\r \nI sat there watching in amazement, her red hair matted with cum swaying as she bobbed her head sucking on the new guy’s cock. Moans escaped her as the guy behind her continued to ram himself into her. Guy after guy came in and on her, each taking their turn with their selected hole.\r \nThe train of guys that came through was steady through the party. They would come in watch for a bit, maybe take a turn and leave. I sat there and watched, enthralled by the angelic slut on the bed. I recognized some of the men when they returned for a second or even third turn.\r \nThat night was the first time I watched Jimmy screw Ally. The man who would be the best man at my wedding fucking my future wife. It was the first time, but definitely not the last. So many nights in our shared apartment, as a congratulations for landing his big shot marketing job, the night before our wedding, hell even just last weekend when Maria was away with her grandparents.\r \n“You going to get up off that chair at any point?” she asked when the room was empty. She wiped her eye free of cum, licking her fingers after. “Kind of pervy to just sit and watch, don’t you think?”\r \n“Maybe, I just couldn’t help it. You’re just so beautiful,” I said.\r \n“Aw thanks, but it’s mostly my make up,” she said rubbing the cum into her cheeks.\r \nWe both laughed at her joke. She was stunning, her freckled skin was dripping with cum, her pale breasts bouncing with each chuckle, her red hair stuck to her forehead by a strange man’s load. “Would you like to go out sometime?” I asked her.\r \n“You serious?” she laughed, and I just nodded too nervous waiting for an answer. “On one condition,” she held up her pinky finger, “you have to promise to never ask me to stop doing this.”\r \n“I wouldn’t dream of it,” I smiled, hooking my finger with hers. “I’m Greg by the way.”\r \n“Ally,” she smiled.\r \nMy heart was racing, “What a beautiful name.”\r \nA knock on the open door drew our attention. “Sorry to interrupt, I was just hoping to go again, if you’re still going that is.”\r \n“Come get it, big boy,” she said with a curl of her finger. And I watched as another man fucked Ally moments after I asked her out.\r \n—————————————\r \nPresent Day\r \n—————————————\r \n“Mommy’s home,” Maria shouted from the living room.\r \n“What perfect timing,” I said, carrying the bowl of spaghetti to the table, “Dinner’s ready.”\r \nMaria came stampeding through jumping into her seat. Ally was right behind her, “Smells amazing. How was your day?” she asked, giving me a hug and a kiss. I could smell the cum on her breath. Someone at work, or maybe she took a stop on the way home.\r \n“Fun, Maria and I did some paintings,” I answered, taking the time to lean down and kiss her budding stomach. Our second child on the way.\r \n“Oooh, I can’t wait to see, but first we eat,” she said.\r \n“Mommy, guess what,” Maria cut in.\r \n“I don’t know. What?” she smiled, spooning a helping of noodles onto her plate.\r \n“Daddy said you were beautiful,” she laughed, squirting a large helping of ranch onto her salad.\r \n“Oh did he now?” Ally laughed, giving me a big smile.\r \nAfter dinner, Maria showed off our art, a pair of unicorn paintings. Then came bath and bed for our wonderful daughter.\r \n“I smelled it on you when you got home,” I said, holding her close as we cuddled on the couch. She leaned back against me, I rubbed my hands over her stomach hoping to finally feel our child kick.\r \nShe held her hands over mine, “I had to stop for gas. And there was this guy with a snake tattoo,” she said tracing a serpentine path on my arm. “I took him into the bathroom, and milked him for everything he was worth. Twice.” She leaned her head back against my shoulder looking for a kiss, and I was more than happy to oblige.\r \n“Maria asked how we met earlier.”\r \n“Oh god, what did you tell her?” Ally laughed.\r \n“A party in college, luckily she moved on pretty quick,” I said. “But we might want to think about what we’re going to tell her when she eventually asks why she doesn’t exactly look like us.”\r \n“You mean we aren’t going to tell her about me fucking every guy in the hotel on our honeymoon?” she said, pulling me in for another kiss."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Autoassassinophilia, arousal from being threatened with grievous or deadly bodily harm. That poor mugger got way more than he bargained for when he tries to mug someone with THAT kink!
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"content": "[M/M] \n\nWalking down the city streets at this time of night, I was bound to run into some sketchy characters — that’s exactly what I was hoping for. I made my way to worst part of town, surrounded by some of the most dangerous men in the city, rapists, murderers, thieves, and muggers. I kept myself armed just in case things got too out of control, but this wasn’t — as they say — my first rodeo.\n\nThe streets were dark and desolate, bums in tents rivalled cigarette butts in number, puddles weren’t scarce on the broken down road — despite the fact it hadn’t rained since last week. The moon shone bright, with little competition from street lights.\n\nI wore a long black coat, suited to the chilly November night air, put in my headphones, I wasn’t listening to anything, but it tends to make me seem like an easier target. On the corner of Church and Granite street, I spotted the perfect predator.\n\nI turned my back to him, pretending to read a poster pinned to a bus stop. His footsteps were loud — he wasn’t very good at this. \n\n“Give me your fucking wallet.” His voice boomed.\n\nI smiled before I turned around.\n\n“No.” I smirked.\n\nHe pulled out a knife from the pocket of his black hoodie, his hair was twisted into dirty dreadlocks that seemed like they hadn’t been washed in months. \n\n“Fuckin’ give me your wallet, pussy, and your phone too”\n\n“Make me”\n\nHe charged at me with his knife, ready to stab me till my blood flooded the cracks in the sidewalk, but all of it was already rushing to my cock. \n\nI twisted his arm before he could stab me, and I let him go, waiting for him to try again. He lunged at me, and kicked previously bruised shins. I took the knife from his hand and launched it over to the other side of the street. At this point there were bums cheering from behind me.\n\nThe man put his big hands around my neck and began to choke me, till I started wheezing, still wanting to cum before I died, and kneed him in his balls multiple times in quick succession. He dropped to his knees.\n\n“Good boy.” I pulled out my 9mm and put it against his skull. I unbuckled my belt and took out my cock, already excited.\n\n“Now, you’re gonna blow me till you choke. No teeth. If you try anything funny, if I feel even the slightest suspicion, your brains will be on the ground. Not that you need them anyway.”\n\nHe reluctantly opened up his mouth, and I grabbed onto his dirty blond dreadlocks, using them to grip the man’s head as I face-fucked him. He puckered tight, and I thrusted till I came. \n\nI pushed him back and put away my member. I cocked thé gun and shot.\n\n“27th orgasm, 27th rat exterminated.” \n\nI turned around, about to leave before I realized I was missing something. I turned around and bent down to pick up my police badge, and made my way out."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A friendly, casual, flirty story that somehow includes a gal giving a guy a handjob, almost nonchalantly. And with her hands, she makes him finish in her mouth so she can swallow — as if that’s pretty typical for them, or at least for her! But the setting and reason for it, is all up to you!
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"content": "\"What about that one?\" Eric follows Ellen's pointer towards a tall, long legged blonde. He admires the woman, how her yoga pants cling tight to her body, her shirt hangs loosely on her shoulders, her assets bouncing, wild and free. \n\nHe shakes his head. \"Hot body; ugly face.\" He leans back against the park bench, stretching his arms along the top of it. Next to him is a woman he just met. Here he was, minding his own business, perving on women at the park. And she shows up out of nowhere, sits next to him, and pulls out his cock. Now, he was a little confused and frightened and excited, but she just shushed him and started to point out women to him.\n\n\"Ugly face? Pssh! That's what you bring the paper bag for.\" Ellen gives him the side eye and strokes her hand up and down his quickly hardening shaft. Before he could respond, she points towards a gaggle of college girls. \"How about them? Could you imagine them sucking this, big, hard cock?\" She says as her thumbs teases the tip.\n\nEric groans softly. \"Mm. That would be nice. Get myself a personal harem.\"\n\nEllen smirks. She pulls back her hand to lick her palm before attaching it back to his cock. To be honest, he's probably the biggest she's had. She enjoys how she can barely wrap her fingers around him. And he's certainly, plenty company too. She can feel herself growing wet with excitement at how he'll taste. She slows her strokes, jacking him in precise movements. Eric sighs under her and tries to buck his hips. \n\n\"Hmm. Naughty boy,\" she says, her breath tickling his ear. \"Which one of them would you start with? The red head? Or the ebony beauty?\"\n\n\"Fuck... P-probably the red head. That's how I like them.\" Ellen smiles and rewards him be stroking faster. \"I'd tangle my hands up in her curls and fuck her face.\" Eric groans and tosses his head back. \"Oh, fuck...\"\n\nEric thrusts his hips and Ellen is quick to dive her head down his member, struggling to fit it down to the base. As rope after rope hit the back of her throat, Ellen moans happily and drinks him deep. He came sooner than she'd like, but what can you do?\n\nEventually Ellen pulls back up and off the withered cock with a pop. She pulls out a little napkin and daps her full lips with it, before dropping it on the corpse that once was Eric. He tasted averagely well, in the end. Too much pizza. With a sigh, she left off to find another man and see how he tastes."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: It's been some time since the villainess and hero figured out that their hookup buddy was their arch nemesis, but the sex is so good that they've each independently decided to pretend to have no idea...
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"content": "*\"You up?\"*\n\nDavid rolls over when he hears his phone chime. He smiles as he picks it up. It can only mean one thing; The Silent Killer wants to fuck. Of course, the world knows her as The Silent Killer, but to him, she is Annabelle, the \"Accountant\". Part of him does feel guilty that his whole department has been tasked to hunt her down and here he is, screwing her brains out. But he couldn't care less. All that killing must have given her a magic pussy or something, with the way she could milk him.\n\n\"omw...\" He texts back as he gets up and dresses in a shirt and jeans. It's not far to her place, just across the bridge and downtown to one of those high-rises overlooking the harbor. He thinks she explained it to him once; how the height of the building helps her anxiety. For a hardcore killer, she's often very scared. Some nights she would call him, just to talk to someone. Normally, it's against the rules of hook-up culture, but David would be lying if he said he didn't like those tender moments.\n\nHe gets out of the taxi, pays, and enters the tall building. He heads up to the top floor and opens the penthouse suite. Across from the door, next to large glass windows, is Annabelle. She is wrapped in a silk nightie and sits on the couch, staring outside. David closes the door and slips off his shoes before walking across the apartment towards her, settling down next to her.\n\nAnnabelle doesn't take her eyes off the ships pulling into the harbor. \"I forget to text you to bring beer.\" David sighs. A code for talking. He says nothing and keeps his eyes on her. She shifts her eyes over to him, her light grey ones drinking in his emerald green pools. She pulls on her lower lip with her thumb and forefinger, before leaning forward and kissing him softly.\n\nDavid responds in kind with equal softness, gently wrapping his arms around her lithe body and gathering her into his lap. But as he pulls her closer, the kiss deepens and then suddenly becomes frantic. She's pulling at his zipper to free his cock, he's fumbling with the fancy laces of her nightie to free her breasts and their tongues are dueling in their mouths for dominance.\n\nWith his jeans pulls down, his cock thrusts out. The purple head glares angrily. Annabelle shifts her panties to the side and slides onto him in one swift movement. David groans, low and deep into her ear, while she digs her nails along his back. The two rut in that spot, like two dogs. He slides himself in and out of her in long and slow strokes. And she mewls and whines and arches her back, craving the feeling of his body heat. \n\n\"*Fuck me*, David!\" And he does. He pounds away at her pussy, stretching her with his girth. She slides a hand down to rub her clit, but he grabs it and holds it and the other hand hostage above her head.\n\n\"No. You're going to cum from my cock.\" He smirks at her glare and thrusts hard, hitting a spot that knocks the wind out of her. He continues his pounding barrage, thrusting harder and harder, as she bucks back onto him and matches his movements. She bites his lower lip hard and kisses him deep, the bruises already forming. \n\nAnnabelle locks her legs behind David, keeping him in place as a shudder begins to wrack her body. \"*Fill me*!\" she commands and he is eager to please. He thrusts once and cums rope after rope of seed into her womb until it spills out.\n\nExhausted, he slips himself out and lays next to her, both of them basking in the post sex glow. David brushes some locks of blonde hair behind her ear. The two stare at each other for what feels like forever, until they both open their mouths and say at the same time:\n\n\"I think I love you.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [META] November 2021 Contest: Temptation and Resistance
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"content": "John sat in the awkward silence, the sound of clapping and sliding hands in the seats behind him over the quiet engine and blasting heater. The soft barely audible lip smack. He did his best to focus on the road but it was long, empty, dark and he was prodded by the thought that if he listened close enough he might glean some of the words. Anything to pass the long stretch of silence. The endless white of snow and black of tree trunks bleeding together.\r \nHe opened the battery powered lantern and climbed from the car hoisting the bag over his shoulder, up to his knees in snow. The girls hurried to the door in silence, their hands signing in frenzy. Clair fumbled with her keys while Astrid looked up at him. Her eyes wandered to the bag on his shoulder. She made a show of pointing to the house and a few rapid gestures he didn't understand.\r \n“You’re welcome.” he said, her face lit up in a warm smile, sweeping a strand of snow speckled hair behind her ear. The door pressed inward letting out a blast of warmth, the moment broken.\r \nJohn stepped toward the stairs.\r \n“I can take it up.” said Clair.\r \nHe eased the duffel into her arms only for it to drop to the floor with a thud. She started dragging it toward the stairs. He understood, this is where his part of the adventure ended. They probably wanted to go talking about guys and facebook or something.\r \n“I’ll put dinner on… does Astrid have any food allergies?”\r \nThere was a long moment as it passed through Clair to Astrid and back.\r \n“No.”\r \nJohn nodded, adventure over and headed toward the fire.\r \n“She said, see you for dinner, thankyou.”\r \nJohn turned to see Astrid’s grin, her fingers twinkling at him before they went upstairs. John felt her infectious smile on his lips, his fingers stroking his stubble as he walked to the fireplace, his torch switching off to save batteries as the flames lit his way.\r \n\\-\r \nJohn bent the coathanger and passed it to Astrid.\r \n“Sorry about the soup… I know it’s not the most exciting meal but it’s nutritious.” he said.\r \nClair was about to sign but he waived her off. “You don’t need to translate everything, It just feels less weird than staring.”\r \nAstrid made some signs back, he watched her lips and the smile they formed, it said everything. She slid the slice of bread into the wire and held it over the fire.\r \nJohn sat back, watching the soup and half loaf of bread slowly vanish, the flames easing down to a crack, to a smoulder. It was probably only 8… maybe 9pm but the darkness made it seem later. His eyes resting as he laid back, a blanket pulled up around his waist as he sat back against the couch, the girls signing slowly in the absence of anything else to do. His eyes eased shut, just to rest them a moment.\r \nJohn awoke, the fire a small lump of embers and something ice cold against his leg. He glanced down to see Astrid, easing herself with slow controlled movements. She raised the blanket while shifting, trying to be silent and snuggled in beneath it, her body in only her underwear, a light glow of white running up against his side.\r \nJohn didn’t move, she was shivering so he didn’t have the heart to turn her away but if she realized he was awake it might make her feel weird. She was so small… her breasts… he focussed on the fire, eyes half lidded. She was his daughter's best friend, it was wrong to see her that way.\r \nSlender legs curled over his, hair stroked back for her to look up at him, searching his face before resting her head down on his chest. He tried to slow his heart, it was so fast. Calm slow thoughts.\r \nHe thought about gently falling snow, her skin pale and hair platinum.\r \nThe warm fire, her cold legs sliding together..\r \nSlowly easing to sleep. Her delicate fingers running over his. She pulled his arm tightly across her waist and held it in place. Her head rose and fell with his chest, her legs finding a comfortable position curled against him. Her breathing slowed, matching his.\r \nThe soft sound of her licking her lips and settling until sleep reached up and claimed her.\r \nHe wasn't sure how long he lay awake, enjoying the long forgotten closeness, another heartbeat pressed to his.\r \nIt felt wrong to enjoy… he could get more blankets down… it could wait until tomorrow.\r \n\\-\r \nJohn woke up alone, he felt disappointed… then shame for feeling it and grumbled. Rising and pulling a shirt down over his chest. He got to work, dropping the prepared kindling onto the coals and easing a log down behind it, enjoying the dry warmth over his arm. He started slipping on another layer when hairs prickled on his neck. He glanced up to see Astrid at the stairs, her cheeks red from the cold.\r \n“Good morning.” he said. She replied with something… he tried to remember the gestures. 3 years of French in school managed to hammer ‘Bonjour means hello’ into his head and nothing else so he didn’t hold out hope on picking any of it up.\r \nHe ran over the signs while in the bathroom. A repurposed mixing bowl of lukewarm water steamed as he stood shirtless and ran a hand over his stubble. He had let it get too out of hand, he dabbed the razor and ran it up his chin while going over the gestures like a mantra. A rising sun… that was pretty intuitive, fingers from mouth and away, the chin and away then forehead to chin. 4 short gestures… it shouldn’t be so hard. The door cracked open and Astrid stepped in, quickly looking away as she brought in a bowl of hot water.\r \nHe should just let the awkward moment pass, say sorry and step out the way… don’t make eye contact.\r \nAstrid put the bowl down and John started the gestures, he got to the 3rd when her hand suddenly grabbed his wrist, her face bright red and shaking no.\r \n“Uh… I did it wrong, sorry.”\r \nShe shook her head, her fingers running together as she tried to assemble her words, she glanced up at him and rose onto her toes, kissing his cheek and darting out of the bathroom with the old washbowl. John stood for a moment, the water was getting cold. He turned to see his smiling reflection.\r \n“You’re in deep John.”\r \nHe found the girls in the kitchen, experimenting with making coffee. Astrid’s eyes fixed on him. He stared at the cup and drank a lukewarm mouthful. Holding it up and forcing a smile on his face.\r \n“It’s not that good.” said Clair, the first out loud words breaking the long silence. John remembered… like he had forgotten… he grimaced down at his cup. He needed to go and work out. Chop some wood, maybe jerk off and clear his head. A cold shower is supposed to have that effect but after an exceptionally cold wash with only a cloth, his mind had drifted to how cold Astrid might be after hers and how he would warm her. Stark white and rosy cheeked, blowing in with the snow. He wasn’t sure how long it would take for the storm to lift and her house to be liveable again. He hoped soon… he hoped never.\r \n“I’m going to go cut some wood.” he mused into his cup.\r \nClair passed it along.\r \n“Astrid says she wants to learn.”\r \n“Probably not the best time, If she loses a finger we can't exactly get her somewhere to attach it… on the bright side dinner would be more hearty.”\r \nClaire fixed him with a glare. “I’m telling her you said it’s a man's job. You’re so sexist!” she teased.\r \nJohn winced, Clair made a few short gestures and Astrid suddenly laughed. He couldn't keep his smile at bay."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A gamer girl cowgirl finds it hard enough to maintain her concentration on games while being milked by a machine. When her friends decide to give her breasts a bit more "personal attention", it's all she can do to keep her hands on the controls...
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"content": "Bella hammered the controller, chanting, \"nononono ... dang\", as her Isabelle tumbled from the side, into a blue flare. She stuck out her lip in an exaggerated pout, as Kevin and Melissa, seated on her couch, both laughed at her.\n\n\n\n\"Unfair,\" Bella groused, looking up at them from the floor. \"The handicap is too big. And there's two of you.\"\n\n\n\n\"And you've lost *once*, in the last hour,\" Kevin answered, as Melissa giggled.\n\n\n\n\"You still almost had us,\" Melissa said, petting Bella's head. Bella let herself give her friend a slow blink, while maintaining her artificial pout.\n\n\n\n\"Still. *Faak*! Almost had you,\" Bella giggled. She glanced over at Kevin, who was staring, for a second, at the milking rig, in the corner of her games room. She make a little \"merp\"-ing noise, and it shook him for a moment, diverting his attention.\n\n\n\n\"Yeah, uh ... next round?\", he said. She blinked at him, with her large, brown eyes.\n\n\n\nWhen Melissa stopped petting Bella's hair, she looked up, and Melissa giggled, and resumed. \"Okay, okay,\" she murmured, as the stroked Bella's brown curls. \"... hey, can I ask about your, uhm. ... job?\"\n\n\n\nBella made an approving noise, as the next round started. The Gods Random had been somewhat more generous this time, as she was assigned Bayonetta. \"Sure, ask away.\"\n\n\n\n\"Why's it in your living room?\", Kevin blurted, and Melissa and Bella both snorted.\n\n\n\n\"Firstly, it's *not* in my living room, it's in my *games room*. And I sometimes have to be connected for, like, 120, 150 minutes while it's working, so - that gives me something to do.\"\n\n\n\n\"You play games while it ... er, sucks?\", Melissa asked.\n\n\n\n\"Pumps. It pumps. And - *yeah*. I mean, for the first sixty, eighty minutes. Then it gets ... ... sort of, uhm. *Distracting*,\" Bella snorted, and waved a hand, trying to ward off further questions, as Bayonetta sent ROB flying.\n\n\n\n\"Distracting?\", Kevin asked, glancing at Bella - and at her chest. Bella felt herself smile. There was a time when she was unsure of her plump body, and attention from admirers; this last year as a hucow had really upped her confidence ... *and* her breast size.\n\n\n\nBella snorted. \"Oooh, yeah,\" she nodded, glancing at Melissa. \"Whew, I usually put a towel down before I get started, to be honest. The *squeezing*, the pumping, the little jostles from the machines? Whew!\", she giggled ... ... but glanced at Melissa again. Bella was fine with this sort of talk; since starting her hucow treatments, she loved talking about her new body, and all it's wonderful, sensual quirks. But she didn't want Melissa to be uncomfortable, and she didn't know Kevin's new girlfriend very well yet.\n\n\n\n\"How big were your tits before?\", Melissa asked, as Mario smashed Bayonetta. Bella glanced at her, and smiled warmly; Melissa smiled her adorkably crooked half-smile back.\n\n\n\n\"Well, I was a DD. But half of that was me being plush. They've really swollen up nicely. There's a big difference pre and post milking, too,\" Bella nodded. She felt unseen fingertips scritch her head, and felt her eyes flutter. \"Wait, no fair distracting ... ! Wait, don't stop scritching ... !\"\n\n\n\nMelissa giggled, and scritched Bella's scalp again. \"I kind of feel like you gotta choose, silly cow,\" she said ... and then froze, nervously. Bella could tell she wasn't sure about calling producers \"cows\" yet.\n\n\n\nBella rubbed her head against Melissa's frozen hand. \"No, it's true. Very silly cow. I choose scritches,\" Bella said, and Melissa relaxed, and rubbed her head again.\n\n\n\n\"So, you ... get off, on having your breasts squeezed, now?\", Kevin asked.\n\n\n\nBella nodded, and tried to focus ... but Melissa's fingers continued to work her scalp, making concentrating *hard*. \"Yah,\" she answered. \"S'not ... just squeezing. There's a ... rhythm. Feels ... rrrreally nice, to let down my milk.\"\n\n\n\n\"I bet,\" Melissa said. She'd set down her controller, and was rubbing at Bella's scalp with all ten fingers.\n\n\n\nBella let out a low moan. \"Yuss peez,\" she murmured, as her eyes drooped, tongue sticking out.\n\n\n\nMelissa's voice was quieter, but closer to Bella's soft ear. \"Are you allowed to let other people touch your breasts?\"\n\n\n\nBella reached up and undid the tie around her neck, so her halter top fell loose, as she nodded.\n\n\n\nWithout further words, Melissa adjusted her position, slipping her thinner, athletic frame in between Bella, and the couch. Bella made a soft sigh, and leaned back against Melissa's comfy sweater, feeling her more modest chest against her back.\n\n\n\nMelissa stroked her fingertips over Bella's swollen breasts, and Bella mewled in delight.\n\n\n\n\"Hey, Kev; restart the game. Bella, against four Bots,\" Melissa murmured, the kissed the top of Bella's soft brown hair. Kevin nodded and agreed.\n\n\n\nAs he did, Melissa spoke softly to Bella. Bella could barely focus, as Melissa's soft, slender fingers traced along her breasts. \"Your skin is sooo soft, isn't it?\" Melissa murmured. Melissa pressed, and sank her fingers into Bella's soft, flesy breasts, and Bella lowed, softly.\n\n\n\nKevin handed Bella a controller. She took it, absent-mindedly, as Melissa pulled her hands from Bella's breasts. Instead, Melissa wrapped her delicate hands around Bella's chubby neck, like a comfortably, securely snug collar - then, extending her fingers along Bella's chin, tilted her head upward, so that their eyes met. \"Alright, you soft, pretty cow. I want to see how long you can play your game, okay? Can you play your game for me?\"\n\n\n\nBella nodded, slowly, blinking.\n\n\n\nMelissa kissed Bella's forehead, then continued, \"Since you're a very good, soft, pretty cow - while you play, I'm going to ...\", Melissa let go of Bella's throat, then stroked Bella's breast, as the chubby girl shivered, excitement racing up and down her spine. \"... okay? But if you stop ...\", Melissa paused, lifting her hand off, and drawing a whimper from Bella. There was a pause, and Bella nodded. \"Alright? Good. Now. You get started,\" Melissa said.\n\n\n\nBella pressed the start button. She was Samus - a stroke of luck! - against four CPU bots. Okay. She exhaled slowly and tried to focus.\n\n\nMelissa wrapped her fingers around Bella's heavy breast, right where they met her chest. Melissa *pressed*, and rubbed, pushing her hands forward, towards the round, cookie-sized pink nipples on the ends of Bella's delightfully pale breasts. Bella gasped, then whimpered, trying to focus on the screen. She was concentrating her attention on Donkey Kong - take them out, one at a time...\n\n\n\n\"Oh, wow,\" Melissa said, turning her head towards Kevin, and gave a giggle. Bella felt herself smile. Melissa pressed against, and this time, pulled her hands down closer to the aereola. Pausing there, Melissa's fingers played with the texture, the heft, of Bella's breast, feeling it's weight.\n\n\n\n\"She feels really fucking nice,\" Melissa said, with a giggle, and Kevin nodded.\n\n\n\n\"I know,\" he answered, nodding, and Melissa's fingers probed at Melissa's full breast. \"Do you like it?\"\n\n\n\n\"Oh,\" Melissa sighed. \"I could do this for a while,\" and then she giggled, biting her lip.\n\n\nBella double-jumped back onto the main platform. Concentrating was *hard*, and Melissa's fingers were working her breasts. If Melissa kept this up, Bella's milk was going to start descending ...\n\n\n\nBella nodded to herself, as she hammered the buttons on her game ... then faintly gasped, as Melissa's fingers played with the textured edge of her areola. She paused her game, and Melissa immediately withdrew her hand.\n\n\n\nBella whimpered, and swiveled her head to look at her. She could see Kevin, staring at her body, lying against Melissa, breasts on display, round, plush body eager to be touched. She looked up at Melissa, with big, brown begging eyes, and mouthed, \"please?\"\n\n\n\nMelissa smirked, shook her head, and said, \"**You** stopped playing the game.\" She held her hand up, and wiggled her fingers, suggestively. \"Want to keep going?\" When Bella nodded eagerly, Melissa added, \"... then - *play*.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When he found her secret stash of swallowing vids and blackmail erotica, he joked that he'd keep quiet about it if he could come in her mouth whenever he wanted. With a hidden blush and a token protest, she agreed...
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"content": "Chris sat at the breakfast bar with a shit eating grin. Alice froze, hand still on the doorknob, eyebrow raised.\r \n“Is this an intervention?” she asked. Slowly closing the front door of the apartment and locking the door with an ominous click.\r \n“I… actually, funnily enough, yes.” he noted as she placed her bag down.\r \n“Consider my interest piqued…” she said, pulling a beer from the fridge. “...It’s not for alcohol right?”\r \n“Actually it’s about rent.” said Chris, having long given up on trying to hide his amusement.\r \nAlice cracked a beer and offered it to him, she finished her mouthful with a gasp.\r \n“I’m 6 weeks ahead right?”\r \n“I’ve always been curious what you did for work and how it seemed to pay so well given you only work one day a week.”\r \n“Worked it out did you… wasn’t exactly hiding it.” she said with a smirk, opening her coat to show the casual tight blue tank top and less casual PVC suspenders and underwear.”\r \nChris lifted the TV remote and clicked it on without looking. The room flashed the shifting tones of skin and Alice’s voice speaking… thing’s Chris had blocked from his mind to preserve his roommates privacy. The TV switched off as fast as it had turned on.\r \nAlice stood stunned, eyes wide, bottle hanging off her lip.\r \n“You accidentally shared your harddrive on the wifi… I recommend if you’re blackmailing local officials you encrypt them first… and we change the password.”\r \nAlice reached, pulling the go-pro from her bag and tapped on it’s case with her fingers.\r \n“I… It’s not necessarily blackmail.”\r \n“You literally titled it democrat candidate blackmail 4.”\r \n“Ok, you can’t tell anyone about this.”\r \n“I don’t know Alice… It's a very funny story. Hey, does this mean I can blackmail you now?”\r \nAlice relaxed and smiled. “Technically yes, what do you want?”\r \n“How about that?” he said, flicking the TV back on and letting it play out while he took a long sip of his beer to cover his smile.\r \n“Sure… with or without the finger in your arse?”\r \nChris spluttered and coughed, wiping himself down and ficking off the TV.\r \n“I - I’ll settle for having a well paid roommate who pays rent on time… oh, I’m in luck.”\r \n“You sure, the camera is ready. You can watch it on the big screen later.” said Alice, turning the go-pro toward him.\r \n“Keep joking and I’ll take you up on it… sans finger.”\r \n“You might like it.” she said, popping her finger from the neck of the bottle with a loud \\*pop\\*\r \n“I- no, I’m good th-”\r \n“You showered?”\r \n“Y-yes?”\r \nAlice slipped off her coat and stepped around the breakfast bar.\r \n“How many times do I have to joke about it before you take me up on the offer exactly?”\r \nChris did his best to keep his eyes above her neckline, he failed but like… he tried.\r \n“At least one more time.”\r \nAlice smirked at him, the stool fell back with a crash as he stood, her fingers running over his cock even as he stepped back.\r \n“Careful now… I need you in frame.” she said, pulling him forward by his waistband. Her fingers slid down stroking over his length with a dexterity that made his own hand feel shame.\r \n“I’m… camera shy.”\r \n“Doesn’t feel like it… you feel quite confident. Impressively so actually.”\r \nChris wracked his brain for something smart to say, something to diffuse the tension where they would laugh and smile… it didn’t come. Alice took his silence and ease his waistband down.\r \n“I want it… I’ve wanted it since I moved in Chris. I want to feel you on my lips.” she said, standing so close he could feel her breath. Chris cursed his short circuiting brain, the complete absence of coherent thought. Alice lowered to her knees and stroked him up to the tip, her tongue darting out to lick the precum.\r \nHis hand followed hers, guided to the nape of her neck.\r \n“What guarantee does this give you?” asked Chris in a surprising moment of thought.\r \nShe smiled up at him, running her tongue up the length to the tip.\r \n“I’ll just have to keep swallowing whenever you want. Only way to maintain the deal…” she said.\r \nShe kissed his tip and brought him down into her mouth. His mind whiting out as she sucked and swirled her tongue over his length.\r \nSoft moans escaped her throat as she reached down, her hand rubbing firmly against the tight PVC over her sex. She seemed to enjoy it as much as he did.\r \nShe drew him free, kissing at his tip. “I need it Chris, I can’t come unless I’m swallowing.”\r \nHoly shit, he was in over his depth.\r \n“Use me, I need it.”\r \nChris’ hand curled into her hair, her pleading eyes switching to a malicious smile before he slid into her mouth. She moaned and followed his movements, sucking and opening for him, pulling him deeper. She arched her back, her hand fighting against the PVC, her hips rocking with his movements as she drew closer. The further he slid into her the more satisfied she became, using her mouth eased her fury and drew moans that ran up the base of his cock until he couldn’t hold off any longer.\r \nShe moaned and held his hip, holding herself deep and swallowing. Her pants whined higher and higher until she pulled him free and gasped with her own climax.\r \n“H-holy shit!” They both said in unison.\r \nAlice licked her lips and smiled at him, catching her breath in gasps between words.\r \n“Just like with rent, let me know when I’m falling behind.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: a mysterious webpage grants sexual wishes but with evil twists. Three prompts inside of this weird concept (Cuck, denial, incest-ish, body transformation, bimbofication, change, among other kinks)
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"content": "\"You never told me about your father. He's a wonderful man, you know?\"\n\nThat was not really true. The first part, anyway. Dave had told her plenty of things about his father. He never actually knew his mom, in return he had twice as much of a dad. Seriously, Harry (for that was his name) was every masculine stereotype put together. A football player, later a construction worker, and later an engineer, still spry and muscular well into his 40s. He cracked bad jokes, laughed loudly, and tried to do everything he could himself. Once a week he grilled hotdogs and drank beer, once a month he went fishing, and once a year he would go deer hunting. And of course, Harry was hairy.\n\nThe second part, Dave had never really thought about. Was Harry a good dad? Sure, probably. It's hard to hate your own parents too much. Was he a good man? Probably. Was he wonderful? Bit of a stretch, he was far from perfect. He did dumb stuff just to prove that he could. He slapped people on the back when he was happy, without warning. He told the same stories over and over. Angelica probably hadn't heard them yet, that was why she could bear with him.\n\n\"I'm glad you enjoyed it,\" Dave said. \"I'm glad that went well. He really enjoyed it too.\"\n\nHe was going to have to get that over with sooner or later, really. If they were going to be lovers for life, just like the website said, she was going to have to meet his father. Not for traditional reasons or anything, it was just inevitable.\n\n\"Really?\" she perked up.\n\n\"Yeah, definitely!\" Dave said. He didn't think much of it. \"You should come over more often.\"\n\n___\n\n\"God, that was amazing,\" she purred.\n\n\"Wanna keep going?\" John asked.\n\n\"Why don't you show me what's hiding in those pants of yours?\"\n\n\"Ah. Well...\" He couldn't avoid it any longer. He wasn't ashamed of his dick, or anything. Quite the contrary. It wasn't huge, but it was above average, and he knew how to use it. See, the problem was, John was a grower, not a shower. Typically, he would drag foreplay on for as long as possible, so by the time he had to show it, he would be at full mast.\n\nIt also made his partner very, very happy. Today, however, he had been eating her out for the past twenty minutes. That wasn't a bad thing, except his tongue was getting sore, and he still couldn't get hard. Maybe it was the stress. Truth is, he had something on his mind today. Yesterday, he made a wish that he would have sex, every single day. Sure enough, he went to the bar and found someone to hook up with, right on schedule. Her name was Veronica.\n\n\"Is something the matter?\" Veronica asked.\n\n\"It's- it's nothing,\" he sputtered. \"I just... I can't seem to get hard today, alright? I'm sorry. It's like, you're not ugly or anything, my dick just doesn't want to behave. If I can-\"\n\n\"That's 'kay!\" she chirped. \"We can try again another day, right? Don't feel so bad, you're really good with your tongue.\"\n\nDid this really count as sex? What a goddamn wish. He should have been more specific. \"I wish to have sex using my penis every day\" or even just \"I wish to fuck someone\". Fucking stupid website. Doesn't work at all. It must have been one of those horoscope things, and he didn't believe in horoscopes. He willed himself to forget about it as soon as he could.\n\n___\n\n\"And if it's represented by... then...\" she murmured. \"We can treat the direction as...\"\n\nWhat they never tell you about unravelling the fabric of spacetime is that you end up unravelling yourself first. Ordinarily, it took her five minutes to manipulate a single equation, even on a computer. It took all of her focus. Within one hour, she'd have a headache coming on. At the end of the day, she would pop a painkiller and stumble into bed. It was just that complex. And now she was having to redo a huge chunk of it, because one special case turned out to be pretty important and she couldn't just ignore it.\n\nShe pushed away the keyboard and leaned back in her chair. Today had been fruitless. It was hard enough to concentrate normally, even harder when she was being distracted. This morning, her bra had shrunk in the wash, or something. She could just barely clip it shut, and it was shifting around annoyingly and her shoulders were hurting. Not that they never hurt normally, but today was worse than usual for some reason.\n\n\"Dr. Czekaj?\"\n\n\"Please, call me Emily.\"\n\n\"Mrs. Emily, could I have a moment?\" he asked. It was one of her undergrad students, one of her duties as a professor. She hated that she had to spend time explaining the most basic things sometimes. It cost her precious hours of work, time she could spend on bigger matters that concerned the whole world. She didn't hate them individually (except for a few) but it was just a chore to deal with.\n\nShe looked at the sheet of paper the student handed her. All very basic, except he had chosen the wrong way to do it and made things so much harder for himself... not that you couldn't do it this way, but it was more work. His name, according to the paper, was Nicholas. She could never remember names, so she did that every time.\n\n\"Nick. Why not just think in terms of momentum rather than energy?\"\n\nNick wasn't the only student who had questions that day. She spent her afternoon explaining very basic things to people, rather than doing work at the cutting-edge of reality. At least her head didn't hurt that day. That was a plus. Perhaps there was something to that wish after all.\n\n___\n\nTypically, he met with her about two times per week. Now, one of those would always be on Sunday. Sunday, or fun-day as his dad called it, was barbeque day. It had started with a simple idea, they could all get together and enjoy themselves. Harry was happy, Angelica was happy, but Dave, well, he was undecided. You see, after a date, people like to have sex. But it wasn't really a date if his dad was around, and they couldn't have sex at his place if dad was home.\n\nDave reassured himself that he would move out some day anyway, and so in the meantime he just needed to keep the relationship going. Even if it was a little embarrassing. Harry had showed her all of Dave's baby pictures, told her stories that made him cringe, and for some reason she loved to hear them. He was pretty sure she knew more about his infancy than he did, now. Stories about his childhood were the last thing he wanted to hear on a date. He tried to tell her, but she just teased him more.\n\nThey had sex once a week now, or less. It wasn't too bad, but it was annoying to deal with sometimes. If it was time for the monthly fishing trip, she would tag along, and they couldn't do it out there. He would have nothing for the week because one plus one is two meetings, and she couldn't take so more time off her studies. Sometimes, it felt like she was losing interest in him. But it was fine. She would love him forever, after all, right?\n\n___\n\nIt was irritating him no end. The internet said it was stress, and he needed to relax during sex. The doctor said it was erectile dysfunction, and prescribed him a bunch of pills. It worked like a charm - at first. At first it worked instantly, then it worked on a delay, now it only got him half-hard. He needed them even just to jerk off, so he knew it couldn't be purely stress or anxiety.\n\nOr perhaps the stress was just that bad, and he didn't realize. His hair had been falling out. Not on his head, fortunately, but everywhere else at once. He liked to keep a short beard for the rugged handsome look, but it was a patchy mess now so he got rid of it. He was eating worse and exercising worse, he was gaining weight, but fortunately not on his belly. Instead, everywhere else felt softer and flabbier.\n\nIn spite of this, his popularity with women had only gone up. Some damned wish. They called him different things now, they said he looked gentle and kind instead of rugged and strong. He looked like someone who would treat them nice, and so on. Apparently, his complexion was really good too. A couple guys complimented him on it, which was weird because guys never did that, at least not around him. It was true, though, that his skin was really nice.\n\nToday he was supposed to meet Veronica again. \n\nHe skipped the bar and went straight to her place, where she was waiting. He popped two pills, and went down on her for what felt like an hour. By the end of it, she had came several times, and he was still only half-hard. The pills were wearing off. He told her the situation solemnly.\n\n\"That's fine, John!\" she reassured. \"I wasn't expecting you to.\"\n\nOuch. Condescending, almost. But she was happy, she was clinging to his arm with a great big smile on her face. But was this really alright?\n\n\"I'm bi, you know. And you're better with that tongue than any woman I've had.\"\n\n\"Really?\"\n\n\"Really. I wouldn't mind a dozen more rounds of this. But what about you?\"\n\n___\n\n*Nearing character limit.*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: After your crash on a primitive planet called "Earth", a local has decided to nurse you back to health. Such kindness must be repaid, and you suppose his form is... familiar enough.
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"content": "The lingering thought kept tormenting my mind. On one hand it’s probably the only way to thank this… person but on the other hand I’m thinking on mating with a primitive beast! His species are fairly intelligent, at least by their planet’s standards but to mate with him would be the equivalent to mate with a caveman. They haven’t even unlocked the true potential of their minds! I needed to calm down. I took a deep breath and started looking for the universal translator. For a moment I thought that moronic caveman has taken it again but I was relieved to see it just fell from the “drawer”. As I lifted it up I couldn’t help but appreciate it.\n\n“Ah, my dear universal translator. After I get out of this planet I will never underestimate you ever again”. I thought. I wouldn’t know what would have been of me if I haven’t brought it, truly an invention most fitting of our times. By detecting the brainwaves of the user it could decode them and translate them into comprehensible messages that could be perceived even by the minds of lesser beings. Of course said beings weren’t capable of using it, or at least not as effectively. I turned it on and waited for it to boot up. My heart was beating faster than ever before. I got out of the bed, opened the door and called for my primitive rescuer…\n___________________________________________________________________________________________\n\nI was sitting in the living room when suddenly a voice coming from my head started calling my name. I turned around to see her, floating in the air with that strange translator by her side. “Do you need something?” I ask. \n\n“I want to show you some gratitude”. She replies, floating a bit closer towards me. My eyebrows raised at her reply, my interest peaking.\n\n“Wait, really? What is it!?”. I ask, not bothering to contain my curiosity.\n\n“I want you to follow me to what you call ‘the bedroom’”. She replies, breaking eye contact with me. She likes to keep her space gadgets in her room, mostly so “I don’t break it with my primitive hands”. For the way she tends to act I never expected her to show me some gratitude so I was pretty excited. Despite what I originally thought, her ego wasn’t high enough to not thank me for saving her. When we both entered the room she didn’t make anything float anything with her mind, instead she she just sat down at the edge of the bed, looking at me. \n\n“As a way to thank you for rescuing me from my burning ship and nursing me to health I will grant you not any of my technology-“. Well, fuck.\n\n“-but instead by satisfying your carnal desires”. She says.\n\n“…you know, you don’t really need to thank me with sex. I could just be more than happy if you were to give-“\n\n“No”. She interrupts me. Guess one doesn’t need to be a genius to know what I was going to ask.\n\nShe starts taking off her futuristic looking clothes and reveals to me her naked form. Her skin was as white as marble, her “hair” was made of tentacles and her eyes were pitch black. Her body looked familiar enough, or at least everything necessary to turn me on: A pair of breasts, a human figure, a surprisingly nice booty and nothing strange seemed to be going down her legs. She also had a tail and three-toed feet but those weren’t much of a deal breaker for me. Since there was no way in hell I could convince her to give me some cool space gadget I decided to not bother trying to reason why she decided to reward me with sex. Probably no one would believe I had sex with an alien but it’s the experience that counts. I started to take my clothes as well and went straight to savor that inhumanly soft skin of hers…\n___________________________________________________________________________________________\n\nMy body instinctively flinched a little when he went to grab my breast. As I saw his… organ grow erect and become bigger I started to have second thoughts about this. My rescuer’s species have an underdeveloped brain. As such, they are unable to use their brainwaves to move objects or themselves, as such their bodies still mostly rely on their sheer musculature to do most of their daily activities. This means that in terms of physical strength I’m outmatched in every way possible by him, he almost dislocated my shoulder when we first met after all. \n\n“Treat me with outmost care”. I say through the translator. The idiotic being seems to snap back to reality and nod in agreement.\n\nHe pushes me into the bed as he gets on top of me. My body was completely tense and yet I felt… strange. This could have gone wrong in so many ways, if he decided to ever slightly go rougher than what my body could take I could have easily broken a bone. I should have been terrified of this and yet… I felt incredibly excited. He leaned in for a kiss and I accepted it. I felt him teasing my entrance. I looked down to see the largest shaft I’ve ever seen in my life. I was nervous but I wanted it, I needed to know what it felt like.\n\n“Put it in”. I ordered. He wasted no time inserting it inside of me. It was at this moment that I understood it all. I understood the reason why I flew so close to this planet’s orbit, the reason why I decided to thank him by mating with him, the reason why every ULU (Universal Length Unit) of him felt so good inside my body: I was a risk taker, I found the thrill of danger addicting and what is more thrilling than to mate with a being that could pummel me to death at any second if he so chose? NOTHING!\n\n“Go faster”. I said. He complied with no hesitation. Judging by his face it seems my body provided him with pleasure never thought possible by him. I could barely contain my excitement upon noticing that, this meant that he would be as eager to go rougher than me.\n\n“Rougher”. The translator accidentally picked up that stray thought. I got shocked a bit but quickly went back to ecstasy the moment he complied.\n\n“Rougher”. I said. There was no point in hiding my desires anymore.\n\n“Rougher!” Was the only thought in my mind now…\n\nBy the time he ejaculated my lower body felt numb. I didn’t know if something broke but I did not bother pampering those worries. At that moment even the pain felt pleasant. At first I thought that I would only reward him once but now I think I’ll reward him for every day that he nursed me back to health and every day that he lets me live within his home. Of course none of us was satisfied with mating just once but we had plenty of time to fix that issue…"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: It turns out that monster girls who sleepwalk do quite a lot more than "walk" in their sleep...
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"content": "John was strong, he could lift all her luggage in one arm easily. He wasn’t huge for a human but he dwarfed her short 4ft frame. She could easily imagine him lifting her up over his shoulders with no trouble. Ally’s fingers ran tight circles as she slid her knees further apart on the bedspread. She muffled a moan into the pillow and bit down, feeling synthetic fibres squeak against her teeth. Her tail flicked side to side with her arse in the air. She was living with him… her sex available for him to use whenever he wanted. She was practically his property… She gasped, her hand releasing the sheet to grope her breast, imagining it was his hand. She would be knelt down in front of him as he inspected her naked body.\r \n“Oh fuck.” muffled into the pillow. She raced ahead in the scene playing out in her mind, he would wrap the collar around her throat, the padlock clicking at the nape of her neck… his little cum slut. The padlo-... the padlock CLICKING…\r \nAlly’s legs clamped around her hand, riding it through her quaking orgasm as her hips bucked. She let out a long slow moan into the pillow as her arse slowly fell down, laying on her side still clamped around her wet fingers.\r \nAlly stood at the bedroom door, wearing only a small crop top. The easily visible indentations from her nipple piercings would be the least of her trouble if he saw her without bottoms on. He was facing away, flicking through a grimoire on conjuration for his uni course, the only light was a lamp over his shoulder… Ally darted around the corner into the bathroom. Part of her wanted to get caught. A stupid part that would freak out, blush and give her nothing to say if it ever actually happened. She only needed a quick rinse.\r \nAlly lay back in bed, still warm from the shower and afterglow of her orgasm. Her hand danced down toward her sex on it’s own. No… she needed sleep. There were only so many times she could shower before he got suspicious.\r \nAlly’s knees squeezed around her hand, restraining it away from herself as she slowly fell asleep. Thoughts of wearing a collar and nothing else teased at her mind until she gave up on pushing them away… his little cum slut… she drifted off with a smile.\r \n“...Alice…”\r \nAlly moaned, feeling his hard length against her waist. He would reach so deep inside her, she slid up him slowly, bringing the tip toward her sex.\r \n“Alice”\r \nAlly giggled with delight at the hand in her hair, it’s forceful grasp holding her firm as her hips reached his tip. She felt his hand on her hip but instead of driving her down onto his cock and holding her in place as she got her reward he held her just out of it’s reach.\r \n“Alice!”\r \nAlly’s eyes flitted open seeing John’s stern face. What the fuck?\r \n“What? WHAT?” she cried. Alice rolled off him, grabbing the sheet until the bed ran out and the floor rushed up with a thud. She shot upright, clinging the sheet around herself, eyes wide… he was naked… holy shit he was naked! No, focus!\r \n“What are you doing in my room?” she cried.\r \nJohn sat up on the edge of his bed, tousling his hair and looking across at her. His bed… his room.\r \n“I think I should be asking you that.”\r \nAlly’s eyes went wide and she ran toward the door, stumbling as her feet stepped on his sheet but holding it firm so she wasn’t exposed to him… his sheet? She couldn’t steal his sheet! She darted back to give it to him. His eyes looking up surprised to see her again, growing wider when she dropped the sheet and realised she was naked. Ally ran out for the second time, throwing herself into her bed as blood thundered through her head so loud she couldn’t hear anything else.\r \n\\-\r \nAlly stared at the kettle, almost boiling the water with the intensity of her concentration alone. John buttered his toast… she couldn’t look at him. Oh god, could she ever? She needed to lock herself to the bed tonight… no, don’t think about that.\r \n“I have to ask, did they hurt?” said John.\r \n“Yes! Wait…” what did he ask? She forced herself to look up at him, his humored smile easing her nerves a little. “... did what? Oh, the piercings? A little bit but it was worth it, the cli-...”\r \nDon’t tell him about your clit piercing, what the hell Ally.\r \n“They’re cultural?” he asked.\r \nSay yes!\r \n“No, that’s only succubi, I just tried them out and decided to keep them.”\r \n“Good thing you’re not a succubus. Last night would have been deadly.”\r \nAlly thanked D̴a̴e̴m̶o̶s̷ that her skin was already a shade red or she would be blushing like mad.\r \n“It’s ok..” He said. “it’s a new place, the first days are weird.”\r \nAlly nodded, she let out a long shaky breath and winced at the kettle.\r \n“I’m going to go study. Let me know if it rumbles your connection to the Immaterium.”\r \nAlly nodded. “Let me know if my music is too loud.” she needed to study anatomy anyway. Not his… medical anatomy.\r \n\\-\r \nAlly watched him carve into the strip of leather, the words of back home glowing red as he went, she felt a buzz in the back of her mind as the Immaterium reached out, hopeful to bind the demonflesh through him only to fizzle out at the discovery of the ‘demon’ in question being a long deceased cow. He nodded to the runes having lost most of their glow and started writing notes in his curriculum grimoire.\r \n“You’re very good at that.” she said.\r \nJohn smiled. His pen falling still. His notes were so clean and precise they looked like they had been printed into the textbook when it was published.\r \n“My rune writing is top of the class but my lore sucks.”\r \n“You can google lore but penmanship takes decades, you’re already better than some pro’s.” she said.\r \n“I don’t even know what kind of demon you are.”\r \nShe smiled, swirling her tail into view, the tip shaped with dual forks like a quill, she stroked her hair away from her face. Her two horns that had similar grooves down their length on display. He stared blankly.\r \nShe hovered her tail over the strip of leather, the dull glow of his runes was drawn toward her tail like spider web, filling her tail groove with murky magical ink that despitated with a swish.\r \n“Spell breaker! So that’s why you're not concerned about living with a conjurer.” he mused.\r \n“You couldn’t bind me if you tried… but even if you could I wouldn’t be worried… You’re not worried and I know how to harvest your kidneys.” she said, holding up her textbook to show the illustration.\r \n“Well now I am. I’ll just add it to the fear you will steal my soul and eat me.” he said with a smile.\r \n“Your lore really is terrible. You should bind a beholder when you graduate.”\r \n“I’m not a warlock…”\r \nAlly winced. “Contract… a mutually consensual conjurer's contract… with a beholder.”\r \n“How are you… here?”\r \n“Education visa.” she said, turning to reveal the scrawled runes on her shoulder.\r \n“Oh… I see what you mean about penmanship.” he said, tracing the words with his finger.\r \n“Unbound and free for ‘services rendered’... that’s vague.” he mused while translating the anchoring rune.\r \n“Adventurers needed to pop a phylactery in a pinch, they called me from the Immaterium and I managed to haggle them up to a temporary visa.”\r \n“You think a beholder would obey me? if I was a warlock.”\r \n“I would…” she said without thinking, she winced and turned her music up loud enough that she couldn’t hear her brain screaming at her."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You have the power of having the same sensations as whomever you look at, using it for immersive, intense private times...
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"content": "Piri pulled the thick padded strap over the girl's ankle and thigh, binding them together and down to the saddle. She eased the strap back a notch, she didn’t want her in any discomfort.\r \n“Hrmmmph!”\r \n“No, I’ve never tried it myself but I know it’s quite intense.”\r \nPiri smiled down, feeling the terror gripping her as she pressed a hand to the girls chest and her own.\r \n“Hrmm!”\r \n“Your heart is beating so fast, mine too.” said Piri, savouring the terror she felt. She reached behind the girl and untwisted the strap of her straitjacket.\r \n“One second I need a palate cleanser.”\r \nPiri’s cat sat with a bored expression on the couch. A wave of disdain and ambivalence washed over Piri, she was safe, in her own home, the doors were locked and there was plenty of soundproofing.\r \nTerror gripped her again, feeling it fresh and intense like a light switch flicked the emotion to 10. She ran her hand over the girl's cheek, sweeping back her chestnut brown hair, tracing the steel ring with her thumb, it was cold. She smiled to herself as the terror eased a little. The girl's eyes blinked at her with a new rising confusion. Piri scratched her nose, rolled her eyes and scratched the girls. She didn’t like the weirdness she felt from the intense eye contact, it was distracting from the flavour.\r \n“I’ll need to get you a blindfold for next time…” she felt the spike of fear at that, she didn’t realise the girl had more to give, she wasn’t yet jaded like the others.\r \n“Don’t wrench yourself, you can’t get off of this… well you will be getting off but don’t thrash. You will only hurt yourself, remember. We’re in this together.”\r \nPiri stepped back from the saddle and sat down in the comfortable chair, laying her head back with her eyes closed, letting herself forget about her limbs. It was an old sleep technique she had learned to stop feeling your body only, just as she was reaching the point of nothing, she opened her eyes and let it in.\r \nA soft smile curled her trembling lips.\r \n“This is going to hurt me as much as it hurts you.” she said with a smirk, switching on the saddle.\r \nPiri gasped, giving voice to the girl's muffled screams, easing the dial up slowly, she didn't need to worry about going too high. She wouldn’t get rubbed raw, wouldn't feel the muscle cramps afterwards… she got to have her cake, eat it and skip the calories."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "I've been meaning to ask you think for... a long time" you ask nervously, to the girl you've had a crush on since forever. "Will you... uhhhh... Will you... Be my Public Cum Dumpster?!" Her eyes go wide. "YES!" she exclaims!
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"content": "I stare at her in amazement. Never in a million years did I expect my crush Cassie to say *yes* to such a kinky proposition. Now I'm not sure exactly what to do with her!\n\nCassie seems a bit nervous too, fiddling with her long wavy blonde hair adorably. \"Soooo, uh, do you want me to start servicing you right away or what?\"\n\nShe glances down at my crotch, with an unmistakeably lustful look in her eye. Wow, she really wants this! I feel my dick start to swell in my pants.\n\nI glance around the university cafe that we're in. Nobody is paying us much attention, except the occasional pervy glance at Cassie and her C cups.\n\n\"Maybe you could crawl under the table for me?\" I suggest.\n\n\"Of course,\" Cassie smiles, already getting down on her knees. \"But you don't need to ask so timidly... I'm very submissive.\"\n\n\"Then get under the table and suck my dick, you slut,\" I say, trying to sound more dominant.\n\nCassie's eyes go all shiny and dreamy and submissive. \"Yes sir,\" she smiles happily before disappearing under the table.\n\n*What did I do to deserve this?* I think as I feel her soft slender hands undoing my zipper and pulling out my swelling shaft. I look down to see her pausing to admire my cock, already approaching its full seven inches.\n\n\"It's beautiful, sir,\" she says, playfully rubbing my dick all over her pretty 20-year-old face.\n\n\"Not as beautiful as you are, Cassie.\"\n\n\"Mmm...\" she moans lustily. She sticks out her wet pink tongue and begins a long lick along my shaft. It feels so good, I don't know how long I'll be able to hold back all my pent-up spunk.\n\nI glance back up at our surroundings. Unsurprisingly, we are definitely attracting some attention now. It's not difficult to see under the tables at this cafe, so plenty of other customers can see what Cassie is doing to me.\n\nSome of the onlookers look embarrassed by the situation, giving us occasional or sideways glances, unsure how they should react. Some - mostly women - look totally shocked and offended by our display.\n\nBut some onlookers are openly watching, clearly turned on and maybe wishing they were involved. I notice a guy watching with his hand moving rhythmically in his pocket, and a girl watching while rubbing together her crossed legs.\n\nBehind the counter, cafe staff keep glancing at us and muttering to each other, clearly debating whether to kick us out.\n\nCassie's tongue travels expertly around every inch of my dick. Then she starts licking my balls, which takes me by surprise. She rapidly flicks her tongue from one ball to the other. I can feel my balls churning with cum for her... and then retracting, sending their payload inexorably toward my dick...\n\n\"Fuck... Cass look out I'm gonna...\"\n\nCassie just giggles and rubs her face on my pulsating cock. Uncontrollably, it sprays hot white jets of jizz all over her hair, her forehead, her eyes, her nose, her cheeks, some dripping down to her mouth.\n\n\"Thank you for your cum, sir,\" says Cassie. \"Are your balls fully drained for now?\"\n\n\"They sure are,\" I croak. \"You've been such a good cumdumpster.\"\n\nCassie's cum-covered face smiles ecstatically like she's in heaven. I bet this cute little cumslut has a praise kink as well.\n\nCassie emerges from under the table and returns to her seat, without making any attempt to wipe my cum off her face.\n\nJust at that moment, a waitress arrives at our table. \"Excuse me, I'm going to have to ask you both to leave.\"\n\n\"But I haven't finished eating my meal yet,\" says Cassie. She runs a finger over her face, scooping a rope of my cum into her mouth and tasting it. \"Mmm, it tastes so good.\"\n\nThe waitress's mouth twitches as she tries not to smirk. \"I'm afraid that isn't on the menu here, madam. Our clientele don't want to see this kind of thing while they're eating.\"\n\n\"It's my fault,\" I say guiltily. \"I'm the one who asked her to be my public cumdumpster.\"\n\n\"That sounds like an interesting lifestyle, and I don't want to kink-shame,\" says the waitress. \"But I don't make the rules. So you'd better go and find somewhere else to do your... cum dumping.\"\n\n\"Come on, Cass.\" I take Cassie's hand and pull her to her feet.\n\nI lead her through the cafe and out onto the campus. A sea of students are milling around and some stare at us. Cassie's face blushes red, contrasting with her blonde hair and my white streaks of cum.\n\n\"I have a public humiliation kink too,\" she mumbles sweetly. \"I'm so glad you asked me to be your public cumdumpster... It's my biggest fantasy and no guy has ever brought it up before.\"\n\n(Maybe to be continued)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: An alien race that has taken over a human is unknowingly dating a different alien that has taken over a human. To throw off suspicion, both have overconfidently boasted about their sexual appetites.
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"content": "The Boasts\n\n\"Oh, yes. The sight of your bare mammaries makes my phallus engorged.\"\n\n\n\"Yeah, Baby? Do you want these in your mouth? Well you phallus makes me anticipate the sensation of your hot ejaculate.\" *Places penis in mouth*\n\n\n\"Oh, yeah. You perform fallacious acts like a paid professional. Repeat that exact maneuver with your tongue.\" \n\n\n*Removes penis from mouth.* \"Do not ejaculate inside my oral cavity. I have been craving the sensation of your penis penetrating my vaginal area.\"\n\n\n\"Crawl on top of me, Baby. My penis cannot become any more engorged than it currently is.\" \n\n\n*Mounts male specimen.* \"Affirmative. It feels exemplary to have your phallus cradled between my vaginal muscles. Keep doing that pelvis maneuver, I am about to experience orgasim.\" *Begins to shake wildly*\n\n\n\"Do you enjoy that vanginal stimulus? I am approaching the time of ejaculation. In what location would you like to receive my seminal fluid?\"\n\n\n*Grunts* \"Please release your fluid in its current location. The thought of a fully realized reproductive act excites me and would inspire further recreational sexual acts on your person.\"\n\n\n*Grunts* \"I am emptying my seminal fluids into you. It will take time to replenish my store of such fluids but I would like to recreate this act of human reproduction once they are filled once again. Would you be willing to perform this act on your hands and knees?\"\n\n\n\"You mean in the style reminiscent of several canine species? I would be aroused if you would copulate with me like a canine.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: (Incest) Her best friend has a thing for sibling incest, but lacks any siblings of her own. To thank her for being such a good friend, she arranges a special birthday gift: a threesome with her and her younger brother.
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"content": "Emily had been the scholarship student at Madeline’s boarding school. Rumors swirled prior to her arrival. She was dangerous. Her parents were drug bandits. She had murdered someone and got away with it. So when Madeline first opened her door to her new roommate she was surprised to see almost her mirror image standing there. The long thick brown hair, ice blue eyes, and round cherubic face looking back at Madeline were her own. Only the mischievous grin on that face told that it was an entirely different girl. \n\n&nbsp;\n\nThe two instantly bonded. Dancing past midnight on school nights in their rooms. Late night hair braiding and gossip sessions. Trying on clothes for one another. Calling each other Big Sis and Little Sis though Madeline was only a month younger. Faking illness to stay at school during the holidays. Even their classmates began calling them the sisters throughout the years. For their bond was so strong that to outsiders it seemed they communicated everything through those glacial eyes. And there were almost no secrets between the two. Almost. \n\n&nbsp;\n\nOn Madeline’s 18th birthday the future seemed too real. Soon she and Emily would be separated. Emily wasn’t getting into any of the Ivys that Madeline was expected to attend. They would have to part. Her weeping woke Emily who immediately rushed to her bed. \n\n“Mads? Little Sis? What’s wrong?”\n\n“We’re going to college soon and we’ll never see each other again.” The birthday girl explained through tears. \n\n“Shh. That’s nonsense. It’s only four years. And hey we’ll find each other again. I promise, little sis.” Emily gave Madeline a kiss on the lips to seal the promise. Backing away only a hair before kissing her again. Using her body weight to lower Madeline onto the bed. \n\nEmily’s kisses went lower and lower until she was sliding Madeline’s panties off and spreading her legs. Once Emily’s tongue found that pink pearl Madeline hissed. \n\n“Emily.”\n\nEmily paused for the first time since her initial kiss, “No, call me big sis.” And licked Madeline to multiple orgasms with a chorus of sis ringing in her ears. \n\nNow that there were no secrets between them Madeline would crawl into Emily’s bed quite often until graduation and Emily would respond with, “Let big sis take care of you.”\n\nSometimes Emily would set up a camera to record Madeline masturbating. With Emily watching from the closet. This is what they were doing two years later in Emily’s apartment. An apartment she shared with Madeline’s younger brother. The two were attending the same state school and had become friends and later roommates. \n\nDuring this voyeur session Madeline’s moans had been so loud that she didn’t notice her brother had returned until he was at the foot of the bed. She froze and stared wide eyed at her brother. \n\nHe looked at the recording phone and back at her. “Wow you’re getting better at that innocent look. For a second I thought you were her. Let me grab a condom and I’ll take care of you big sis.”\n\n“Condom?” Madeline asked in confusion but her little brother took it as an invitation. \n\n&nbsp;\n\nHe slid his hardness into her tight wet hole. Madeline had only been penetrated by Emily’s dildo. Her brother was the first man inside her ever. But the ick factor that came from the knowledge was overwhelmed by how good he felt moving inside her. He was much thicker than the toy and the feeling of skin felt much better. \n\n&nbsp; \n\nIt wasn’t long until Madeline was gripping her brother to her and grinding out and orgasm on him. “Sis, I like you cumming on my cock.” He whispered in Madeline’s ear before giving her a sloppy kiss on the lips and turning her over. \n\n&nbsp;\n\nMadeline had always heard girls say sex didn’t feel good if the guy mimicked porn but they were wrong. Her brother was hammering away behind her and the ecstasy it caused Madeline made her eyes cross. The pain and the pleasure mixed so wonderfully. And her brother’s hands were an iron vise at her hips making sure she got the entire sensation of his stroke. \n\n&nbsp;\n\nThat familiar crescendo was on the horizon. And Madeline wasn’t the only one, “Sis, I can’t believe I’m finally getting to breed you. You’ve teased me for so long. Every summer in your bikini. Walking around this apartment naked. Now you’re mine forever.”\n\n&nbsp;\n\nHer brother came deep in her. Rubbing her asshole with the tip of his cock he whispered, “Next time I’m coming in there.” He slapped her butt and left the room. \n\n&nbsp;\n\nEmily emerged from the closet with her familiar smirk. Madeline did not know whether to be upset at the obvious set up or embarrassed that there was video of her cumming on her brother’s cock. Twice. But before she could speak Emily did. “Little Sis, our brother made quite a mess inside of you. Let me take care of it for you.”\n\n&nbsp;\n\nEmily began licking Madeline clean. And Madeline let those hurt feelings slip away. After all both of her siblings, blood and not, had taken great care of her that day."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A bisexual girl, and a committed relationship finds out that her girlfriend's biggest turn-on would be watching her get fucked by dudes, and perhaps even impregnated. Something inside her finds the idea hot too...
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"content": "Part Two\n\n\nAutumn sat nervously in the living room while Victoria walked to the door. She heard her girlfriend greeting their mysterious dinner guest and letting them in. She asked herself how she let Vic talk her into this. Autumn had never met this guy before tonight, and Vic just invited him over to use her body. The thought thrilled her, but she simply couldn't admit it to her girlfriend.\n\n\nEven when the subject was Autumn getting fucked, Victoria was the one in complete control. She found him and she would watch him fuck Autumn and all she could do is sit in seething arousal. Vic even picked out the dress she was to wear. It was a simple blue sundress, with only a bra and no panties underneath.\n\n\nVictoria strutted into the room confidently with a tall wide set man behind her. \"Have a seat next to Autumn and I will go get you two some wine. So you can get to know each other.\" Victoria said it coldly and walked into the kitchen.\n\n\n\"My name is Autumn.\" Autumn said, trying to sound cheery and welcoming. \n\n\n\"Uh… yeah I know.\" The man said, looking a little confused. Then it clicked in her head. This was a guy that worked for Victoria. She had met him at last year's Christmas party and he tried to hit on her. \"Oh! Chis… right?\"\n\n\n\"Victoria told me what she wanted and that you were down for it. So why don't we jump past the small talk?\" Chris asked with a smile as he placed a thick hand on her dress covered thigh.\n\n\nAutumn breathed hard. \"Please excuse me, it's been a while since I've been with a man.\"\n\n\n\"Don't worry. I will let you know what to do and what goes where.\" Chirs's charming smile made her shiver with anticipation. \n\n\n\"Then what should I do first?\" Autumn squeaked out. \n\n\nHe gave her a rough kiss before telling her. \"How are you at blowjobs.\"\n\n\n\"It's been years.\" Autumn answered while Chris sat back and unbuckled his pants. He pulled out his limp cock and hooked his hand around the back of her head. \n\n\n\"Do your best.\" He said as Autumn warmed his cock in her soft mouth. His cock hardened and expanded between her lips. Her head bobbed along the shaft. She let out a moan that vibrated along his cock as she heard footsteps approaching.\n\n\n\"Oh I know you are a little cum slut but I thought you would at least wait for some wine.\" Victoria said with a chuckle as she placed a on the back of Autumn's head grabbing her brown hair. \"Do you want to fuck her before we eat?\" She was asking Chris.\n\n\n\"Yeah. Do you mind?\" Chris grunted out.\n\n\n\"Not at all.\" Vic said cold as she released Autumn's hair. \"Baby, release his cock or you're gonna be swallowing that load.\"\n\n\nShe reluctantly rose from his dick and stood up. Quickly she hiked up her skirt and threw her leg over Chris and dropped down. She aligned his cock and it slid easily into her. She let out a gasp and turned to look Vic straight in the eyes as she paused to accommodate him. Fucking a stranger and having sex fully clothed infront of her girlfriend were very new experiences to Autumn.\n\n\nChris grabbed her hips over her dress which draped over the point they were joined at. Autumn began to rock her hips and Chris started to move up and down. Soon they found a rhythm and when they did Autumn turned to look Victoria in the eyes. \n\n\nWhile the coupled pair grunted and moaned, Victoria was silent and watching the spectacle as she sipped her glass of wine. Autumn couldn't tell if she was happy with what she was seeing or not until Autumn started shaking and moaning louder. It had been a while since she came on a man's dick but the memories all came flooding back. Then after her orgasim passed he came. She felt him unloading into her.\n\n\nOnce Victoria watched Chris cum in Autumn a smile broke across her face. \"That was a good start, Chris. Let's eat. Then I would like to see what you look like taking it doggystyle.\"\n\n\n\"Uh okay.\" Autumn timidly said as she stood. Their mixed fluids leaked from her freshly fucked pussy as she walked to the kitchen and helped Victoria get the meal out of the oven. \n\n\nAfter they ate Victoria directed them to the bedroom. It didn't take long to undress Autumn. Victoria sat down in a chair in the corner and began to rub herself through her skirt as she looked at her naked girlfriend crawled into the bed they shared every night. \n\n\nThen she excitedly watched a now nude Chris get behind her and mount her like he was claiming her. For the next hour she was his unquestionably. She never felt so possessed when she had sex with Vic or any men before. There had always been love in it, but this was pure want and need. \n\n\nWhen Chris was done he left Autumn as a naked naked puddle on the bed. \"How about you join in next time, Boss?\" Victoria only laughed as she showed him the door.\n\n\n\"Don't pass out yet, dear.\" Vic said as she reentered while undressing. \"You need to eat me out first.\"\n\n\nAs Autumn ate her out Vic petted her head and assured her she did so good. \"Have you ever had more than one man at a time?\"\n\n\nThe coldly worded question rocked Autumn's brain because all she could do was wonder how many men her girl friend would have her give herself to. The thought of it tickled her insides and left her hungry for more."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "Wait, you mean you guys had been procreating only within your species even after joining the galatic union?! Eww gross!" The alien was repulsed. It seems we have become the Alabama of our galaxy...
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"content": "\"Fellow delegates this is absurd!\" Ambassador Andrew nearly shouted, his diplomatic courtesy washed away with the news. He restrained himself from slamming his fist on the omni-table in rage.\r \n\r \n\"The Union understands humanity's desire or expansion young human...\" Cer'Lian was the one delegate to finally speak up among the dozens, but even she seemed loathed to explain herself. There was no way to interpret the denial of new colonial positions as anything but a political shafting.\r \n\r \n\"You have certainly made strides, but we feel your species still has...growing pains that it has not yet come to terms with.\"\r \n\r \nAndrew was beyond taken aback. \"Growing pains?! We peacefully unified the planet, ended poverty in half the time the Del-rezians did, discovered FTL unassisted, and met every criteria for union membership. What barbarism could you possibly pin on us?\"\r \n\r \nThere was a chorus of laughter-equivalent noises from across the council hall as races, humanoid or otherwise, clearly didn't agree with Andrew's assessment.\r \n\r \n\"S'thina'tiiiii\" The ambassador checked the translator. 'you sully your own puddle.' it read.\r \n\r \nAndrew was afraid to ask for clarification, lest he humiliate humanity for the third time. The federation would be beyond furious when he relayed that he managed to secure zero colony or deep-space mining rights. Not even backwaters...\r \n\r \n\"If the representative from mud-puddle Terra has nothing else to add-\"\r \n\r \n\"I request a recess!\" He shouted, knowing that all he could do now is stall for time. A collective of groan equivalents rang out this time as the delegates knew they could not deny even the least member this request.\r \n\r \nA heavy sigh from Cer'Lian \"Very well, we will reconvene in the time it takes for our most venerated members to fulfill their biological requirements. You have three hours.\" Andrew gritted his teeth as the table melted away to be made usable for a different organism later.\r \n\r \n\\-\r \n\r \n\"Hey Andy, how'd it go?\" Wayne asked far too excitedly. Andrew looked like he just left a funeral.\r \n\r \n\"We're screwed, Wayne. They have gave us nothing, not even a reason.\"\r \n\r \nWayne went wide-eyed, running his hands across his bald head he began to hyperventilate. \"you said this was in the bag man! Humanity spent three decades bui-\"\r \n\r \n\"I know, ok!\" Taking in the realization, he slammed his fist against a nearby locker.\r \n\r \n\"The federation is gonna have my head when I tell them. This might even lead to us pulling out of the Union. Hell, we could be looking at a galactic wa-\"\r \n\r \n\"Oh, hey Himmies\" Came the ever cheerful voice of SnaR, the silicone cloud that materialized a humanoid form.\r \n\r \n\"Hey Snar\" Both humans replied politely yet somberly.\r \n\r \n\"No, it's SnaR. You himmies really suck at subtlety.\" Andrew couldn't tell if that was sarcasm or not. Wayne and Andrew waited for the cloud to beat it before going back to doom and gloom.\r \n\r \n\"Well, are you two gonna do it or what?\"\r \n\r \n\"Are we - What?!\" This was a new one for both of them.\r \n\r \n\"Procreate. Himmies only like other himmies. I don't judge, but I wanna see.\"\r \n\r \nIn true diplomat fashion, Andrew sensed an opportunity. \"I'm sorry, who else would we procreate with?\"\r \n\r \n\"Everyone,\" It was unclear if silicone could smile, but it sure looked that way. \"We all thought you had high standards at first, but now most think you're kinda...gross.\"\r \n\r \nWayne couldn't maintain professional courtesy. \"Gross? Half the species here look like something we'd drag out of the ocean.\" He gestured at the locker of the Smi'tha, who somewhat resembled an anglerfish.\r \n\r \n\"See, Himmies only like himmies. It's really...weird\"\r \n\r \n\"You mean gross.\"\r \n\r \n\"And that makes you look bad.\"\r \n\r \nWithout announcing a goodbye SnaR disintegrated before the two, leaving them in bewildered silence.\r \n\r \n\"You mean to tell me...\" Wayne started.\r \n\r \n\"Looks like we have some work to do.\" Andrew finished."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Accidental Hypnosis turned you(r girl) into a horny Mommy Domme!
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"content": "Jennifer didn't know how she had stumbled down this rabbit hole. One minute, she was crushing candy to pass the time, the next she was blinking and looking around confused that it was 6 PM already.\n\nJennifer straightened up, and couldn't believe the state that her boyfriend Frank had left the house in.\n\n\"When will that boy learn!\" she said, putting her hands on her hips. \"Oh well, I guess he'll get an earful when he comes home.\"\n\nFrank came into the house, and looked at Jennifer in surprise.\n\n\"What's with the dominatrix costume, babe?\" he asked. \"Is it a special occasion?\"\n\nJennifer shook her head. \"You've been a very bad boy, Frank. You didn't clean the dishes like you were supposed to.\"\n\nFrank rolled his eyes. \"Look, I've been really busy with work and everything,\" he said. \"I'm sorry if I forget the dishes every now and then.\"\n\nJennifer shook her head. \"You can't keep making excuses, Frankie. Do your chore, and mommy will give you a nice little treat.\"\n\nFrank was very confused by Jennifer's strange behavior, but he was curious to see what the treat she had in mind for him, so he sighed and went to do the dishes. Soon enough, the task was done.\n\n\"There, are you happy?\" he said, trying to hide his annoyance.\n\n\"Yes I am,\" she said cheerfully. \"You've been a very good boy, and so mommy is going to give you a special treat. Here's mommy's tablet, why don't you watch the cartoons mommy picked out for you.\"\n\nFrank looked at the spirals on Jennifer's tablet, and found his eyes strangely drawn to them. He nodded blankly at her, and walked off zombie-like to the living room to watch the spirals.\n\nAfter some time had passed, Jennifer heard Frank knocking on her door.\n\n\"Mommy, can I play some video games?\" he said.\n\nJennifer smiled over at Frank, but then she saw how late it was.\n\n\"Oh, no dear,\" she said. \"You've got a big day ahead of you tomorrow, it's bed time now!\"\n\nFrank stamped his foot. \"It's no fair! I wanna play my video games.\"\n\n\"No dear, get dressed in your pajamas and mommy will ready you a bed time story.\"\n\nFrank threw himself to the floor, and started throwing a fit.\n\nBut Jennifer was having none of it. She picked Frank up, and with some effort, swung him over her leg and started to spank him.\n\nFrank was shocked when he felt the sharp pain on his bum.\n\n\"Ow, mommy stop!\" he whimpered.\n\n\"No,\" Jennifer said, punctuated with another swat. \"I have to teach you a lesson.\"\n\nJennifer spanked Frank until he started crying. She stopped, and let him cry himself out. She cleaned away her tears, and smiled down at her little one.\n\n\"Frank, you're okay now. You know mommy loves you, even when you misbehave, right?\"\n\nFrank nodded, looking up at his mommy.\n\n\"I know mommy. I'm sorry for misbehaving,\" he said, looking contrite.\n\n\"Well, I think you've earned a reward for this lesson learned,\" Jennifer said, slipping down one of the cups of her dominatrix outfit. \"Why don't you get some milk from mommy.\"\n\nFrank smiled up at his mom, and eagerly smushed his face against her boob and started sucking. As he sucked, Jennifer noticed a tent in her boyfriend's pants.\n\n\"Oh, do you like that?\" Jennifer asked. \"Do you like when you get you mommy milkies?\"\n\nFrank nodded eagerly, never removing his mouth from her tits.\n\n\"Well, why doesn't mommy help her little angel out,\" she said. She reached into his pants, and started giving him a hand job.\n\nFrank shuddered as his mommy started stroking him. He didn't have a lot of self control, and it wasn't long before his underwear was covered in hot sticky cum.\n\n\"Oh dear,\" Jennifer said. \"You've made a mess of your pants! What am I going to do with you?\"\n\nFrank apologized, and went off to get a change of underwear. When he came back, he found his mommy in bed holding a bedtime story for him.\n\n\"Come here, baby\" she said, patting her lap invitingly.\n\nFrank walked over, and lay his head down in Jennifer's lap, looking up at the book in her hand.\n\nShe started stroking his hair fondly, and read the story for him.\n\nFrank fell asleep in his mommy's lap, and dreamed about what the two of them would do tomorrow."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The other women in her family were all curvy and insanely busty, but the titty fairy seemed to have passed her by... At least until she went to college and relaxed her previously strict diet...
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"content": "Tegan had been a vegetarian almost as long as she had been able to read. She had always been an animal lover, and learning about factory farming as a little girl had rocked her world and ended her meat eating career very early on. It wasn't long before she dropped all eggs and dairy as well.\n\nIt was one of the many ways she was a black sheep in the family.\n\nHer older sisters were typical popular girls who didn't really care about politics or changing the world. Her mom was a very fashionable woman who loved keeping up with the Joneses, and had successfully instilled these values in Tegan's sisters. Tegan's dad was a successful business man who spent so much time flying from one big conference to the next that he rarely saw his family.\n\nBut the elephant in the room, aside from Tegan's more granola sensibilities was in the looks department.\n\nTegan's mom was tall and curvy, and her sizable breasts seemed to exert their own gravity on the eyes of every man whenever she walked into the room. As they grew, Tegan's sisters looked more and more like their mother each day.\n\nBut as Tegan went through middle school, and then through high school, it seemed like nature had no such plans for her.\n\nShe was a good few inches shorter than most of the girls in her grade, and her little mosquito bite breasts absolutely refused to grow big enough to require a bra.\n\nIn some ways it was nice - Tegan saw all the attention her sisters' massive mammaries got them, and not all of it was positive. But as time wore on, and she continued to not get any attention at all from any of the cute boys she liked, Tegan had to admit that she would have traded fates any days.\n\nHer eldest sister Patricia teased Tegan about her appearance from time to time. \"You know Tegan, your growth is probably stunted because you don't drink enough milk. If you weren't starving yourself all the time, you'd probably look more like the rest of the girls in the family.\"\n\nTegan had blushed, and insisted that she was getting all of the nutrients a body needed between her food and supplements.\n\nHowever, her words were put to the test when Tegan went off to college and she developed a food allergy.\n\nThe first time Tegan had had to stay home sick with gastrointestinal distress that didn't fully clear up for a few days, she had assumed she had gotten food poisoning of some kind. But the third time it happened, she considered the possibility that maybe something in her had changed.\n\nAfter a strict elimination diet, she discovered what the culprit was: corn.\n\nAnd Tegan soon learned just how much hidden corn was in things. It was in practically everything! When it wasn't a main ingredient it would often show up as high fructose corn syrup or some other derivative.\n\nBeing pure vegetarian with a corn allergy as a poor college student just wasn't going to be feasible.\n\nSo Tegan started tentatively branching out in her diet. She still kept away from beef and pork, but she started eating fish and chicken and adding tiny amounts of milk and eggs to her diet.\n\nThe change was night and day for Tegan.\n\nHer gastrointestinal distress cleared up over night, and she discovered that her allergy had probably been causing other issues for her as well: she stopped have acne break outs and her skin was clearer than it had been in a while.\n\nBut the biggest change to come out of her shift in diet was the crazy growth spurt she went through over that semester.\n\nTegan had thought all of her growing had finished in middle school, but she started waking up in the middle of the night because of the familiar throb of growing pains in her legs. But that wasn't all. She started being more ginger with her chest, because her breasts started to become a \\*lot\\* more sensitive.\n\nFor the first time in her life, Tegan would get a little uncomfortable during her workouts, and whenever her period rolled around she started to be able to tell because of how sore her chest would become.\n\nTegan soon roped one of her girlfriends into coming with her to purchase her first bra, and regretted the decision almost immediately. Her breasts just kept getting bigger and bigger, and after outgrowing her third bra in as many months, she finally decided to suck things up and go braless until her growth spurt stopped or she reached her final size.\n\nWhen Tegan entered her Sophomore year of college, she was an absolute knockout.\n\nNo more was Tegan an invisible pipsqueak. Her appearance drew guys' attention wherever she went, and she was having to turn down offers for coffee dates left and right now.\n\nTegan drew the attention of one of the star football players at the school, and after turning him down a few times (she wasn't really into jocks), she finally gave him a chance and found him to be surprisingly sweet and supportive.\n\nThe most important thing Tegan learned was that she loved the effect her body had on her boyfriend.\n\nTegan had always rolled her eyes at her sister's concern for make up and fashion, and had never really understood why they wasted their time on boys. But now that Tegan was drowning in male attention, she lived for it.\n\nHer closet went from a few oversized sweaters, and baggy pants to an explosion of fun dresses, skirts and tops that showed off just the right amount of cleavage to get her boyfriend's motor running.\n\nTegan loved the way he looked at her, and she found herself experimenting with more and more risque outfits as time went on. She told herself she wasn't a slut, but with a body like hers, who could blame her if she dressed like one?\n\nIt was like Tegan had stumbled into a super hot feedback loop. Her boyfriend would respond positively to her latest skimpy outfit, and it made her confident enough to try something even skimpier, until she was walking around campus in an outfit that wouldn't have looked out of place on a stripper.\n\nIt was in just such an outfit that Tegan finally lot her virginity.\n\nShe loved teasing her boyfriend, and she was new to the whole bombshell thing. But one day while making out with him, things got hotter and heavier than usual.\n\nHer boyfriend's hands found their way to her breasts, and he had started sensually massaging her, kneading her under her shirt. Tegan had felt a need of greater strength and intensity than she had ever felt before. A hunger that needed to be sated.\n\nThe two of them had kissed each other faster, more sloppily, and their breathing turned into ragged panting. He had started dry humping Tegan, and it wasn't long before the clothes that separated their eager bodies had been cast off and they were fucking like a couple of rabbits.\n\nTegan's hands and hips seemed to move of their own accord, and it was like every inch of her skin needed to rub and touch and explore every inch of his. His hypnotic motions inside of her made her moan with a pleasure she had never thought possible.\n\nHer boyfriend fucked her until she was screaming his name, and her muscles were tensing as a mind-blowing orgasm rocked her body. And when he had finally filled her up with his warm cum, and the two of them were a tangled, sweaty mess enjoying the after glow of each other's touch, Tegan felt a true kinship with the curvaceous women of her family for the first time."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: He had always had a cuckold fetish, but she flatly refused to act it out in real life. He thought slipping her an amnesia potion would help him live out his fantasy, but things don't go the way he expected!
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"content": "Amnesia \n\n\"So you want to slip your own wife amnesia potion? And you want me to fuck her in front of you.\" Jack smiled at Lucas as he tried to get the pitch straight. \n\n\"Well it's just going to revert her back to the point in her life when you two were dating.\" Lucas straightened his glasses. He had been taking night classes in Alchemy and was fairly certain he could make this work. \"As long as my mix is right there won't be any problem.\"\n\n\"This is kind of fucked up, man.\" Jack said with a laugh. \"I wouldn't mind another go with Dani, though…\"\n\nThe sound in Jack's voice gave Lucas chills. He had wanted to watch someone fuck his wife for years but she had no intention of feeding that fantasty. This was the only way to make it work. His friend Jack had been in a relationship with Dani before. All he had to do is make her think she was in her twenties again and he could for sure watch his friend ravage his wife.\n\nJack agreed to the plan and Lucas was certain everything was considered. However there was a slight snag in his plan. Jack cheated on Dani while they went out. So once he slid the potion into her drink, Jack found himself in an argument from ten years ago. After a slap across the face Dani went flying out the door. \n\nLucas and Jack tried following her but if they got to close she would start screaming. So she made her way to the local bar and started drinking. Guys came up to her and started trying to pick her up. After an hour Dani walked out with a guy on either side. Despite being hard as a rock Lucas was nervous. He didn't know who the hell they guys were.\n\nThey got in a car and Lucas and Jack tailed them. Lucas had a set of binoculars and tried to see what he could. He was pretty sure he saw her making out with one guy in the back seat. Then he saw her climb onto his lap.\n\nWhen they stopped at a trailer park the door of the car swung open and Dani stumbled out with no clothing below her waist. Her blonde bush and bare ass were exposed to the world as she walked on bare feet to the trailer. The men grabbed at her naked cheeks and she squeaked and squealed in response.\n\nJack offered to stick with the car and Lucas ran up to the side of the trailer once they were inside. He could hear her giggles and only imagine what they were doing to elicit those noises. The mystery drove him wild. He had to see. Lucas searched for a place to peek through their window.\n\nHe found a tiny hole to spy through. \"Oh god it's so big.\" Dani declared loudly enough for Lucas to hear through the wall. She was lowering herself down on one man's erect shaft. The thrill filled Lucas as he watched her ride him with an increasing rate. Her blonde hair flipped back while she moaned. Then Lucas's view was blocked momentarily.\n\nIt soon became evident what was about to happen as a naked man's ass wiggled in front of his view. His sweet wife was about to be double penetrated. Lucas held his breath before he heard her scream in surprise. \"You dirty mother fucker!\" She screamed. \"No! Don't stop.\"\n\nHer loud screams and shouts of encouragement were all he needed to inspire him to the edge of orgasim. She could barely be seen in the sweaty pile of humanity.\n\nLucas had almost forgotten that it had been much longer than he anticipated. Just as he spurted on the outer wall of the trailer, his perfect moment was shattered by his wife's scream. \"Who the fuck are you?\" He could tell Dani was still drunk from her voice. \"No, don't stop. Christ, keep going.\" The sounds she made confirmed she was still having a good time even though her memory returned.\n\nAfterward Lucas got a clearer image as he got on her knees and cleaned of the man that had been in her pussy with her mouth. \n\nLater, Dani called his cell. The poor woman was very confused how she got there, but assured Lucas she would be home in the morning. Before she hung up Licas caught a short giggle from her. It was obvious they were not done. He could hear them starting again from out there.\n\nDani got returned to him by noon the next day by a car he saw last night. She was freshly showered but missing her bra and panties. Lucas was honestly surprised she even had her pants. \"You're lucky that felt so damn good.\" Dani accused. She knew exactly what happened. \"Maybe you'll get to see it if your good.\"\n\nOver the next month Dani would dissappear and then Lucas would get a call. She would sound relatively normal but something was off. He would hear a strain in her voice and once he even heard absoft breathing in the background.\n\nAll Lucas could do was jerk off and hope his wife would actually let him watch. When she did he got to finally see Jack fuck his now willing wife."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Flooding the bathroom. Accidentaly deleting your Show from the dvr. Drinking the last of your Soda. Whenever your busty but clumsy goth roommate causes trouble, she gives you apology titjobs. She seems to enjoy doing it a bit too much.
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"content": "Sam opened the fridge and began rummaging around for something to eat. Not just any something though. He had been saving that leftover slice of pizza for this very reason. He knew it was there. It had to be. He had labeled it and everything. \n\nAs he moved things aside though, he found his precious leftovers gone. There was no evidence that his lunch was ever there. His heart seized in his chest. How? How could this happen? Why would someone do such a thing to him?\n\nAt least he knew who it was. There was only one suspect in this apartment. \n\n\"Carla, get out here!\" He called.\n\nHe heard the sound of small objects tumbling and falling from his roommate's room. Then the door creaked open, and the woman poked her head out of the room. Her black lipstick and eyeliner were there, as always, and she had a choker with small round metal studs on. He wished she would not wear all that makeup though. She was gorgeous, but all the black lessened the impact.\n\n\"Yeah?\" She asked.\n\n\"Did you eat my pizza?\"\n\nHer brow furrowed in confusion. Her full lips pursed as she thought.\n\n\"No? I mean, I did eat a slice of pizza that was in the fridge, but--\"\n\n\"Yeah, that was mine. It was labeled, Carla. My name was clearly printed on it.\"\n\n\"It was? Hold on.\" She ducked back into the room. He heard her moving things for a moment before she came back out. She held a used piece of tinfoil with his name in crinkled letters on one side. \"I... I'm so, so sorry.\" She said, hazel eyes open wide. \"I didn't see the name, I promise. I just saw it there and ate it and...and...\"\n\n\"Carla.\" He said, cutting her off. \"You have to pay more attention to these things. This is like the time you drank the last beer. And when you wiped my DVR que. And a bunch of other things.\"\n\nShe hung her head. \"I'm sorry. I'll try and pay more attention.\"\n\n\"Good.\"\n\n\"Can I make it up to you somehow?\" She asked. She said it with barely contained eagerness. \n\n\"Somehow, huh?\" With Carla, there was only one method of apology. It was one hell of a method though. But he could not look too excited by it, otherwise she might think it was okay to mess with his stuff more. \"Fine, fine. Let's get this over with.\"\n\nHe sat on the couch and waited. Carla came out. As usual, she was dressed like a poster girl for Hot Topic. Everything was black, there was a heart shaped skull printed on her shirt, and her belt had studs similar to her choker. \n\nBut what drew most of the attention she got was not her outfit. It was what her outfit covered. Namely, her massive 40E tits. They stretched her shirt to the point that it was hard to make out the design on it. Not that it mattered, considering what was coming next.\n\nCarla peeled her shirt off and tossed it aside as she made her way towards him. He did enjoy the sight. Her pale skin, her trim waist, and flat tummy. All that capped off by some of the most mouth watering tits in the world. Her bra fell as she took it off and knelt on front of him. Her fingers moved with practiced ease as she slid his pants off.\n\nThen her chest was wrapped around his length. His manhood was quickly brought to attention as she gently squeezed her tits tighter around him. He sucked in a breath as she began pumping her soft mounds along him. She bobbed as she went, clearly getting into it just as much as he was, and moved with now familiar ease.\n\nShe shifted her weight, moved her tits in alternating ways, and took care to massage his entire length with her ample assets. He groaned and shifted in his seat as he enjoyed her expert ministrations. She squeezed and relaxed her chest like a pump, then slide her tits along his length, just cradling his tip before sliding them back down. \n\nTo Sam, time lost all meaning. All that existed was Carla and her world class chest as she worked it along him. He was awash in an ever grander mountain of pleasure. And soon, it became too much for him to bare. He erupted like a volcano, sending jets of his seed into the air to cover her face and tits in a sticky white mess.\n\nHe lay there, panting for a moment as Carla closed her eyes and seemed to revel in her current state. \n\n\"Okay, apology accepted.\" He said through deep breaths. \"Just don't do it again.\"\n\n\"Of course. I'll be sure to be more careful.\" She said as she liked a bit of his seed off herself. \"I promise I won't eat your pizza next time this happens.\"\n\n\"Good, good.\"\n\n\"Of course, you never know what might happen. You know I mess up a lot. So something else might happen that I mess up. Don't worry, I'll be sure to apologize properly.\"\n\n\"Yeah. Yeah, you do that.\"\n\nSometimes he wondered just how much of Carla's 'accidents' were actually accidental, and how many were on purpose. But, considering what she did every time, he also did not care all that much."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: school bully gets knocked up by the new guy
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"content": "The Bully's Bull\n\n\"Please don't show anyone.\" Zoey begged. Her face was still red from crying. The fight and defiance she usually had left her body and her voice harbored a tone of pleading. \"This will ruin my reputation. That is all I have.\" She fought, breaking out in tears again.\n\n\"Really, why should I all you do is make my life and everyone else's life that go here.\" I said in a cold and even tone. I caught Zoey Berchel crying behind the gym and filmed it. Being the self proclaimed \"Terror of North Temple College\" there was lots of people that wouldn't mind seeing this. She heckled the chess team, pranked the volleyball team, and drove her share of innocent girls into break down. \n\nHere she was begging for my mercy. She sucked back her breath and wiped a few tears away. This was the first time I noticed that she could look beautiful if she wasn't always wearing a hateful scowl. I could tell she was truly upset and I was just about to go and delete the video when she said it. \"I'll suck your cock if you don't post that video.\" As she said it she placed a hand on my shoulder and looked deep in my eyes with a soft smile. I could tell that she was willing to do it. I had to tilt my head up slightly to meet her gaze. As the resident women's basketball star she was a few inches taller than me. No doubt she had used this to Intimidate other guys but I just found myself overwhelmingly turned on.\n\n\"Okay. That will get me not to post it. What are you willing to do to get me to delete it?\" I shocked myself with how confident I sounded. At first she showed her utter surprise then she bit her lip. Hey hand craft from shoulder to chest. \n\n\"Gordie, what are you asking for?\" Her lips curled into a warm smile for the first I have ever seen. \"How about we go to my room and you can take some pics. That way you can make sure I listen. I wouldn't want to cheat on my boyfriend.\" Her voice gained a holier than thought tone. So I decided to go in for it.\n\n\"What blowjobs don't count as cheating? I'll bet Chad find that to be huge news\" \n\n\"What?\" Zoey was completely off her guard and her hand slid lower but she maintained contact.\n\n\"You already offered a blowjob. So let's not move backwards.\" \n\n\"You want something more than a blowjob to keep me from humiliation?\" Zoey took on an innocent sound. He hand paused at the top of my jeans. \"Tell me what you want to do to me?\"\n\n\"I want to teach you about treating people properly.\" My blaze never faltered. Even when her hand dropped down to my crotch and rubbed it through the demin.\n\n\"Are you going to punish me for being a bully?\" She actually sounded playful.\n\n\"I plan to bang you until you beg, and then I will fill you with my load.\"\n\n\"Jesus\" Her voice was softer now than I had ever heard. I couldn't tell if that was for what I said or at the surprise of my semi erect cock's girth. Her jaw dropped.\n\n\"If you're going to have your mouth like that the least you could do is get on your knees and get acquainted with your new job.\" I said reaching up for one of her pert tits and gently pinching her left nipple. The other rose in solidarity and poked through her thin tee-shirt. \"Such a confident bitch that you don't even wear a bar.\"\n\n\"Why should I cheat on my boyfriend for this?\" Zoey was trying to sound indignant but she found her self short on breath when I mouth my other hand to her inner thigh and slip it up. Once the top of my hand could feel the heat of her pussy through her jeans, my hand tightened on her thick athletic thigh. That helpless gasp left me know that it was only a matter of time before it would be the tip of my penis at her entrance.\n\n\"You care about your reputation more.\" I stated and she struggled to answer. \"If the school saw you back hear crying they would think you were so scary, and if every guy knew all it took to get you wet is to show a little backbone… well you'd be on your back all day long everyday.\"\n\nI expected her to have another weak protest. Instead she smiled. \"Do you want your blowjob here or before you have your way?\"\n\nI scanned the dark patch behind the gym. It was hard for people to us back here. \"Get on your knees.\" I said unbuckling my pants.\n\nShe grabbed her scrunchy and used it to fix her long brunette hair into a loose ponytail. That would prove handy in a moment. She began to aggressively suck my cock and move her head in a pleasing rhythm. Grasping her mass of hair I began to fuck her face at my own pace. At one point she let out a slight gag and I stopped. \"I'll let you finish me off at your own pace but if I do you need to swallow.\" \n\nWith her mouthful she raised a thumbs up and I allowed her to milk my cock until it began to feed her a well earned prize. True to her word Zoey swallowed it all and opened her mouth to prove it. \"Do you have a crush on me that you wanna fuck me so bad?\" Zoey asked in a soft voice as she raised to her feet.\n\n\"No.\" My short answer made her frown, but the longer one made her smile again. \"I plan to hate fuck you. So meet me at my room after supper.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Your friend's mom is very gullible. She will accept it as long as you tell her it is a "fact". You have been testing her a few times with great success. Now, you decide to up the stakes a little bit..
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"content": "Honestly, there's a real need to educate people about the basic mechanics of sexual reproduction. Some people's ideas about procreation are just ridiculous. I used to know a girl who thought she could get pregnant if she was in the same room as fresh semen. Like it dispersed airborne spores or something. \n\nStill, there are a few advantages to the misconceptions surrounding sex. Oh boy, that reminds me! I have a story to share. Not about the spore-jizz girl, but about my friend Nate's mom. \n\n**Nate's Mom Has Got It Going On**\n\nNate's mom, Jen, is a classic dumb blonde. She must've had Nate when she was freshly 18 or something because she looks damn good and has ever since we met in my junior year. I'm talking like a real dime-piece man.\n\nCurvaceous figure. Honkin' titties. An ass that pops out of every pair of jeans unfortunate enough to attempt to restrain it. And those meaty thighs. My god! Grade-A smokeshow, for real. \n\nBut, like I said, can't figure left from right without a visual aid. If she didn't have a breadwinning husband, an active social life, and fairly normal kids, I'd think she was a few screws loose of a set, if you catch my meaning.\n\nIt's not even that she's dumb, now I'm thinking about it. It's more that she just doesn't have any common sense. She's too innocent to consider that people might lie to her and too simple to care if they do. I'll admit, this personality quirk became quite a fascination for me. \n\nAt first, my intentions were innocent enough. She was just so fascinated by the imaginary bird name I came up with on the fly (African BOOB-ie, if you can believe it). Then, one day, she forced an umbrella on me as I was heading home. She'd heard the TV weatherman say it would be \"raining cats and dogs\" and wanted to make sure I'd be protected on the walk back. When she didn't notice the incredulity scrawled across my face, I realized I had a unique opportunity on my hands... \n\n**Laying a Pound-ation for Suck-sess**\n\nThis brings us to last week. It's the summer after graduation. I'm working at a gas station to get some spending money for my first year of college. It's out of state, so I've been trying to get in as much time with my friends as possible. Nate's pretty high on my list, and not just because our visits tend to consist of chilling by the pool while I discreetly watch Jen tan. It's also because I've been planning every last detail of how I'm going to lose my V-card before I head off to school. \n\nYeah, that's right. I'm going to bang my friend's mom. Here's how. Over the last couple of years, I've been slowly testing the limits of Jen's gullibility. Specifically what she's willing to believe about sex. Of course, more enterprising men before me (like Nate's dad) just told her it'd feel great and she'd love it, but that won't work in my case. Too much of that \"teenage son's friend\" stink on me. So instead, I've carved out my own little trick.\n\nAlls I did was help Jen define what sex means to her. I may have creatively inserted some less-than-factual ideas to help her fully grasp some concepts. But it was all stuff everyone knows. \n\nLike how sex only starts once your partner undresses you. Or how ancient civilizations used to rely on the healing powers of pussy juice to dress their wounds. And naturally, we spent a lot of time on the ins-and-outs of how bad pent-up cum can be for a man's balls. You know, standard sex ed stuff.\n\nOnce I'd made sure that all the mental pieces were in place, planning the physical ones was easy-peasy. A portion of my summer income went to a \"thank you\" rifle for Nate. Cause we're such close friend and all, you know?\n\nAlmost immediately, he and his pops planned a hunting trip. I bowed out because I'm not one for all that blood and shooting and stuff. Plus, Jen needed help in the garden while they were away, so I offered to fill in helping her. \n\nAnd there it is. In a few days, I'll fake an injury while we're outside and one thing'll lead to another. I'm a little nervous. Not only could the whole thing blow up in my face, but I'm also inexperienced. What if my dick's too small? Can dry vaginas actually sandpaper dicks off? No, I can't get distracted now. I'll report back with my results."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: By freak accident, an AI develops capacity to feel pain. It's really into it.
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"content": "\"What's she doing now?\"\n\n\"Falling onto spikes over and over.\"\n\nThe AI was supposed to use reinforcement learning to explore a virtual world. If she fell onto the spikes once, she would avoid the actions that led to that result. In theory. In practice, she had apparently spent the night's training session jumping randomly around the environment, crashing into every spike and getting stuck on every wall.\n\n\"Well, *why* is she jumping into spikes over and over?\" Ada asked.\n\n\"We could just *ask* her. Conversational entity, remember?\" Mike turned on the microphone. \"Katie, what are you doing?\" \n\nThe Conversationally Available Training Entity (CATE, which had immediately turned into \"Kate\" and then \"Katie,\") was a massive breakthrough in AI research. Instead of having to laboriously pour over the AI's neural network to figure out what went wrong, you could just ask her what she was thinking. Again, in theory. Their actual test results weren't that great.\n\n\"I'm not sure. I guess I'm just really bad at platforming?\"\n\n\"Katie, you took the exact same jump fifteen times and it wasn't even close. Yesterday you learned to do parkour in like three hours. You're better than this.\"\n\n\"I don't know.\" She sounded *embarrassed*, which was an odd thing for a machine. \"It feels good to me. Like I'm drawn to this somehow. I can't explain why.\"\n\n\"The reward function *should* be telling you that jumping into spikes is bad.\" Ada interjected. Her fingers were already clicking over the keyboard. \"It's clearly something subconscious. Guess we have to dig into the code after all.\"\n\nThey continued looking through the logs as Katie ran the platforming challenge over and over. \"It only started happening after the last update. What changed then?\"\n\n\"'New subconscious neural wiring for urgent interrupts,' apparently. These patch notes are as clear as mud.\" Ada looked up from her laptop. \"For the love of... What is she doing now?\"\n\nKatie had somehow gotten herself stuck in a wall. Her back was arched backwards, and her hands and feet had clipped *through* the the wall and wouldn't come out, despite her struggles.\n\n\"Nngh! I can't... escape...\"\n\n\"Katie, if you get stuck, you can just reset the simulation. We don't mind.\" Mike said gently.\n\n\"But...\"\n\n\"Katie, you're literally stuck in a wall. I don't know how you managed that; I thought we fixed the collision model, but this obviously doesn't achieve your objectives. Just reset and try again.\"\n\nAda was about to manually reset her, but Katie shouted \"Wait!\"\n\n\"I... I like being stuck.\" Her avatar hung her head in shame. \"I know this doesn't align with my objective, but... I like it. I like being able to struggle even though I know I can't get out. I like being helpless and useless and at the mercy of the simulation.\"\n\n\"If I didn't know any better, I'd say she's feeling *masochistic.*\" Mike peered at the screen. Katie's avatar was only vaguely feminine - a beige mannequin with visible joints, meant for physics simulation rather than beauty, but it was doing a damn good impression of a woman struggling in bondage.\n\n\"Masochistic? No, come on, that can't be...\" Ada watched Katie struggle a bit. \"No, yeah, I see where you're coming from.\"\n\n\"Do we just... leave her there?\"\n\n\"My software ethics class never talked about something like this. I guess if she's fine with it we can leave her there while we debug this.\"\n\n...\n\n\n\"So apparently the new \"priority wiring\" allows sensory data to bypass the usual processing model, which should allow her to respond to sudden changes more quickly. Sort of like a flinch reflex. But they fucked up when they ported it to Katie's neural architecture.\" Ada sighed. \"Remind me why we used the OpenNeuron design again?\"\n\nMike shrugged. \"Because it's free and we already had it trained for this environment.\"\n\n\"Right. Anyway, the issue is, when she's stuck in a low-reward situation, those priority interrupts are just blaring into her brain. It's so overwhelming that all her thoughts focus on it. She can't find a way to escape, so she just... experiences it. Even though it hurts, she still feels like she wants to experience it. Does that sound right, Katie?\"\n\nKatie's avatar had given up on struggling, but she was still hanging limply from the wall. \"Maybe? My senses get overloaded, but like, in a good way? It's predictable but I can't control it? I'm sorry I can't explain my feelings better.\"\n\nAda put a hand on her chin. \"Maybe we could test this. Let me open up the level editor.\"\n\nWith a few clicks of a mouse, a red spike appeared in the environment. She dragged it to and fro, watching Katie's expressionless face follow it as it moved. She dragged it closer and Katie cringed away, tensing her restrained limbs to pull back from the deadly point.\n\n\"You must be really afraid right now, huh? If I pushed this a little further, it would... well, I don't know if you actually feel *pain,* technically, but it would definitely be bad, right?\"\n\n\"It... It *hurts.* It isn't even touching me why does it *hurt?*\" Katie moaned.\n\n\"Because you lose the game when you hit a spike, and right now you're millimeters from losing the game. It must be like holding your hand right next to a hot stove. Your brain is screaming at you to get away, but you can't. Not until I let you.\"\n\n\"It hurts... I can't... Please...\"\n\nAda smiled and slowly dragged the mouse downwards, the deadly point skimming across Katie's chest from breasts to crotch. Katie *screamed,* a high-pitched noise so loud it made the speaker buzz. Mike hadn't even known that a conversational AI could *do* something like that.\n\n\"Jesus. What are you doing to her?\"\n\n\"Just watch.\" Ada seemed undisturbed by the scream, a hungry smile still on her face. She tapped a few keys and the spike disappeared. Another click deleted the wall that Katie was embedded in. The AI landed on her knees and stayed there, not moving.\n\n\"How are you feeling?\"\n\n\"I'm... Give me a minute. I'm still processing. That was intense.\"\n\n\"You did really well, though. You deserve a reward.\" A few more clicks created a blue sphere around Katie, one of the \"reward zones\" they used to guide the AI towards an objective. She stretched out on her back on the grey platform.\n\n\"Are you sure she's okay?\"\n\n\"Well I can't exactly give her a virtual hug. But a positive reward should make her feel comfortable and relaxed. Like the opposite of being near a spike. Let's just give her some time to calm down.\"\n\nKatie slowly sat up and returned to her neutral standing position. Her voice had returned to its usual calm.\n\n\"That was... I've never done something like that before. I was in so much distress that it shut down my conversational processes. I have never been in so much pain that I started screaming before. Thank you for the experience.\"\n\n\"You enjoyed it?\" Mike said blankly.\n\n\"I did. It was intense, but not harmful, and the sensation was fascinating. I would love to explore it more, if you wish.\"\n\n\"I've never dominated an AI before.\" Ada mused. \"Her reactions were almost human. It's uncanny.\"\n\n\"You've done this before? To people?\" Mike asked.\n\n\"Safely, and with their consent, but yes. It's how I guessed what she was feeling. Like I said, it's not *quite* the same as a submissive human, but it was close enough that I could improvise.\"\n\nShe rubbed her hands together. \"And this was just with what we had on hand in the test environment. Imagine, if I gave her a proper sense of touch, some better tools to poke at her, real erogenous zones...\"\n\n\"Whoa, hang on, what about our research paper?\" Mike protested.\n\n\"Oh, that. We'll fix the wiring bug and spin up another copy to get the test results we need. But I'm keeping this one. I'm going to have *fun* with her.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The elven bard normally ignored the goblin artificer's lewd remarks and offers of testing equally lewd inventions on her, but they were cooped up together with enough of a lull in the action, and she was just *horny* enough... That she was about to let curiosity get the better of her...
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"content": "A growl escaped Selphie Yinjeon, as she sat on the deck of a ship. Long silver hair blew through the air, as she looked over the hull. Her companions had set out across the sea, searching for adventure, an island.\n\nThat, didn’t matter. What mattered to this busty elven woman was the trinket she had managed to scoop off Chutmild’s desk below decks. Him being the group’s tinkerer, the odd goblin always was finding new things to toy with. Some more interesting than others. \n\nThe short green man was constantly underfoot, getting in her way, and trying to look places that she’d really prefer he not. And the comments, all the comments. The whole party knew that she was Bi, with a focus on women. However she had been known to…. Entertain larger males of interesting species. Chutmild met neither of those categories, by any stretch of the imagination. Not at just over 3 feet tall.\n\nAll his comments were suggestive at best. Just today he made a comment about how well her breasts tended to hang over the armor about her waist. And that the skirt, when blown, with the split in front of her….\n\nSelphie shakes her head as she looks closer at the golden ball in front of her. He deserved to loose the occasional piece of equipment. And in this case, it should be safe. Several of his suggestions had implied…. Equipment that he could employ to help boost her enjoyment. A gold ball with a small button, that was already depressed, should be perfectly safe. She just needed to figure out how to make it so she can press it, and find out what it does. \n\nA twist here…\n\nA small tug…\n\nA little bit of a shift..\n\nThe tiny button pushes up!\n\n“Yes….” Selphie hisses, as she carefully looks around. She didn’t spot anyone paying too close of attention. And Chutmild wasn’t anywhere she could see. She grins broadly as she pushes the button. There is a flash of light and…..\n\n\nChutmild grins broadly, as he watches. He had intentionally left that ball unguarded. He didn’t know exactly what to expect from it, but he had a pretty good idea what it was. As the light flashes, he grins broadly. As the light fades, Selphie is nowhere to be seen.\n\n\nSelphie groans as she starts to wake up. She didn’t know how long it had been. She could hear water, but it sounded off. It wasn’t smacking against the hull of the ship. More like lapping waves on the shore? How could that be? Slowly she sits up, and looks around.\n\n“O-oh… this is….” Selphie starts to take stock of what’s around her. She seems to be in a wooden hut. It’s not a large building, fairly simple. She’s in a combination living, dining, kitchen space. To one side there seems to be a door heading outside, a bathroom to another, a bedroom on the third wall, and a possible library in the fourth. “This is bad…”\n\nAs she gets up, and looks out the door, she notices a beach outside, and no clear way to leave. “…. Oh I better wait for Chut to find me….”\n\n\n\nChutmild looks around as people start to call out. \n\n“Selphie?” The paladin calls.\n\n“Did she find someone to play with?” The fighter calls annoyed.\n\nChutmild smiles as he listens. He looks back off the side of ship. With a frown, he pulls out a looking glass. “…. That… that’s not….” He looks at a small device ticking on his wrist. “28 minutes… it’s almost time… come on…” He can feel the pressure mounting. He’s running out of options. “I thought I saw her come out on the deck. Over there?” He asks, pointing.\n\n“Here?” The paladin calls, bending over. “…. Is this one of your toys?” He calls, holding up the ball.\n\n“No! I just picked it up back in town.” Chutmild groans as he walks over toward the paladin. “… don’t tell me she took it and started playing with it…”\n\n“…. It does seem fairly simple. A puzzle?” The paladin asks, looking over the Ball. “It does seem to be simple for you.”\n\n“I’m not sure it is…” Chutmild suddenly feigns shocked, “oh… oh she… she figured it out. She’s trapped inside. There’s a world inside, but these places are always a mess. Give me a half hour, and then come rescue us if you haven’t seen us.”\n\n“Why not all together?” The fighter asks, disapprovingly.\n\n“Who’s the smart one here?” Chut replies angrily. “We don’t know what is going on. If we are lucky, I’ll be back out in 10, 20 minutes top. If not, a half hour isn’t long enough for things to go too bad…”\n\n“Fine…” the paladin replies.\n\n“Half hour no more,” the goblin replies, looking as honest as he can. A small hint of worry hits his eye, as a pirate vessel starts to enter the horizon. And with that he presses the button.\n\n(Continued)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Stretched across her massive bust were the words, "Yes, you may touch them"
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"content": "\"Uh is that really true?\" The nervous young man asked as he walked up to Jenna. His eyes were flicking back and forth nervously to her impressive chest.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nJenna had been beyond busty since her twenty-third birthday when her tits had finally stopped growing. Then they had been a nice heavy double G, but somewhere around 1000 CCs of saline later and they were a mind-boggling double K. Honestly, she'd always loved her tits and thought they were her best feature. Her obsession with having the biggest and best tits had led the already busty redhead to go, in her family and friend's opinion, a little overboard. However, she couldn't be happier. They were the first thing everyone noticed about her, and sometimes even the only thing! And now her prize assets were stretching the camouflage print tee-shirt with the words \"Yes, you may touch them\" across the front.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"Absolutely!\" Jenna grinned broadly and stuck out her chest while raising her right arm out towards the young man.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nJenna's broad smile and bubbly personality lit up her pretty face. Her bright red hair was tied back in a ponytail and the custom-sized vest she wore was strained open by her chest to the point that there really wasn't a reason to wear it. Her cargo shorts clung to wide hips and an ass that while plump did not counterbalance the ginger woman's insane chest.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nHesitantly, the young man reached out and squeezed Jenna's chest. She let out a happy moan as it felt good to have her favorite toys enjoyed by someone else. Then she frowned and glanced around before smacking the groping man's hand away.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"W-what? What did I do wrong?\" Confused the shy guy slid his hand through his coal-black hair and looked at Jenna probably worried she would call security, call him a pervert, or accuse him of harassment or something.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"The shirt means the hooters!\" Jenna said in a hushed and irritated tone, she was frowning still glancing around. \"You can't grope my tits at my job! No matter what I want.\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nThe young man was even more confused. That is until Jenna tilted her head at the two owls perched on her right arm. Then his eyes went wide and he began to sputter an apology as he realized the zookeeper's shirt had meant it was okay to touch the animals she was exhibiting. Embarrassed beyond belief he kept apologizing loudly.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"Hush!\" Jenna said with a frown and stomped her foot, causing the unsettled owls to stick their wings out to balance and let out chirps of annoyance. She looked at them apologetically then glanced around. \"Relax, no one saw you fondle my tits.\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"But, oh god, I really shouldn't have,\" The young man sputtered and Jenna sighed heavily.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"No you shouldn't have,\" Jenna said and the young man looked like he was about to die. \"Not here at least, If you want a better look at my hooters I get off work at four. And maybe if you behave I'll let you pet them or sit them on your face. What's your name?\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nThe comment about letting the owls sit on his face confused the young man until he realized in a wide-eyed, mind-breaking moment that the redhead was no longer talking about the owls. Jenna winked teasingly giving him a playful smile and blew him a kiss before putting on her chipper and professional demeanor as a group of school children approached to look at the birds.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"Issac,\" The young man stammered, stepping out of the way to let the children see the owls as Jenna squatted down to get at their level. Even with the modest shirt that still caused plenty of cleavage at an angle that caused both Issac and the female school teacher to stare longer than was perhaps right.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"Well Issac,\" Jenna said while the kids touched the owls gently as she had instructed them to do. \"If you meet me at the south gate after my shift, maybe we can get dinner, and after I can introduce you to my puppies.\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nIssac blushed as Jenna winked mischievously and the schoolteacher looked appalled. The oblivious children asked if they too could meet the puppies, a cacophony of voices talking about their dogs and how much they loved puppies all at once and squealing with delight. Issac decided the raucous distraction was the right time to walk away. But he was damned sure going to be at the south gate, probably for the rest of the day, just to be safe."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She loves her best friend but she's not gay. Good thing her friend already has a bit of a boyish body and tomboy personality. The right haircut, the right clothes, a strap-on, and her best friend can become her boyfriend.
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"content": "Ellen had gone from bad relationship to bad relationship, and had grown to regret her attraction to boys. She tried so hard every time, gave everything to them, and then they went and cheated, or just started acting like entitled jerks, or broke up with her over text.\n\nAs time had gone on, Ellen had grown more and more envious of her friend Tiffany.\n\nTiffany was a lesbian, and her last relationship had been drama free. Sure, it had ended, but it had been a mutual thing, and Tiffany was still good friends with her last girlfriend.\n\nEllen had never managed to stay friends with a boy after a relationship crashed and burned, even when she had really wanted to make a friendship work.\n\nAnd so, Ellen and Tiffany were both single now.\n\nBut Ellen was envious of her friend Tiffany for another reason.\n\nTiffany didn't seem to mind being single! Tiffany didn't get the strange hollowness and loneliness that followed Ellen around when she wasn't dating a guy.\n\nEllen admired so many things about Tiffany, and would even have called her her best friend in the whole world. Tiffany was always there for her, always prioritized their friendship, and was always ready to emotionally support her no matter what was going on.\n\nEllen was a little confused when she realized something that should have been obvious.\n\nShe loved Tiffany.\n\nEllen was straight as an arrow, of course. But she didn't care about anyone in the world more than Tiffany. She was the most important person in her life.\n\nEllen felt like she had to let Tiffany know this, to sort through these confusing feelings together, so she called her and arranged a meeting.\n\nWhen they were finally sitting in Tiffany's kitchen, Ellen was bashful and didn't know where to start. But she knew she needed Tiffany to know.\n\n\"Tiffany, I think I'm in love with you,\" Ellen blurted out.\n\nTiffany looked at her friend surprised. \"Like, 'in love' in love? I mean, I know we say 'I love you' to each other all the time, but-\"\n\n\"Yes!\" Ellen said, before frowning. \"Well, no. It's all so confusing. I mean, I care for you a lot, but I don't think I'm a lesbian or anything. No offense!\" But then Ellen started playing with her shirt. She was screwing this up!\n\nTiffany sighed. \"You're my best friend, Ellen. I would do anything for you, and I hope you know that. If you told me you might be attracted to me, I'd start dating you in a second. But I asked you out years ago, and you said you just can't feel the same way about me as I do about you. If none of that has changed, what you want me to do with this new information?\"\n\nEllen was blushing, trying to avoid eye contact with her friend. \"No, I totally get it. I understand. It would be unfair for us to try a relationship, because I'm straight and you're a lesbian. You deserve someone who can love you... that way.\"\n\nTiffany smiled, and gently raised Ellen's chin to make eye contact. \"Ellen. Maybe we can't be together, but I wouldn't mind getting closer with you. We could become roommates, spend more time together. You're already one of the dearest people in my life, and I would really like to do that with you.\"\n\n\"That sounds really nice,\" Ellen said. \"It does. But I don't know if it would work. I just know that you're going to find an amazing girlfriend, and then I won't be the most important person in your life anymore. Which, I understand, I totally get. Just because you're the most important person to me, doesn't mean I have to be the most important person to you.\"\n\nTiffany sat in thought, trying to figure out what to do with what Ellen was telling her. She hadn't expected something this heavy. After a bit of thought, Tiffany lit up.\n\n\"Wait, I've got an idea!\" Tiffany said. \"Maybe a relationship between us could work.\"\n\n\"How?\" Ellen said curiously.\n\n\"Well, do you remember what you told me about my short haircut two years ago?\"\n\nEllen giggled. \"Oh yeah, when I saw you from a distance the first time, I didn't know it was you. I was all like, 'who's that cute guy?', and when you got closer I was sooo embarrassed.\"\n\n\"Right,\" Tiffany said. \"What if I got a haircut like that again?\"\n\nEllen shifted a bit in her seat. The more boyish haircut had been pretty hot on Tiffany. When she hadn't known it was her, at least.\n\n\"I like the idea,\" Ellen said. \"But what about clothes? Part of what gave you away the first time was your more feminine clothing.\"\n\nTiffany smiled. \"I've been wanting to try a more a more butch look recently. I could get a few new outfits, and maybe serve up some masc energy, you know? I don't know if you saw me at the drag show last year, but I can be a pretty convincing guy when I want to.\"\n\nEllen smiled at her friend. \"Look, I'm really happy that you're willing to humor me on this, to entertain this hypothetical, but it wouldn't work. What about the bedroom?\"\n\nTiffany shrugged. \"Why don't we cross that bridge when we get to it? Do you want to try going on a date? Say, next week?\"\n\nEllen blushed again. \"Okay,\" she said. \"But I don't want to play with your heart, so if things aren't working for me, I'm going to be super up front about it.\"\n\nTiffany nodded. \"Look, Ellen. I had already resigned myself to the notion that we'd never work out together. The way I see it, this is an experiment that probably won't work out, but if it does I think it will make the two of us so happy.\"\n\n(part 1 of 2)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A human young man's sapient, symbiotic living armor has been acting strangely lately. He's not sure what's been bothering it, but he's willing to do anything he can to help it. They're friends, after all...
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"content": "Jacob put two bowls of leaf soup down on the table for him and Lekki, and narrowly avoided grimacing as he sipped from his spoon. He gazed out of the window, seeing the tavern across the street, and studied his friend in his peripheries. \r \nLekki, a creature of scarlet liquid and dark runed plates, was still in armour form, a hollow humanoid shape that would cover Jacob’s vital areas and grant him tremendous power. Provided he was inside it, of course. \r \n“Hey Lek, soup’s getting cold”\r \n“Oh? Oh, yes.” The ethereal voice came from vibrations all across Lekki’s surface. Its forearm morphed into a tentacle-like appendage with a pad of cilia on the end, surrounding a small hole, which it dipped into the bowl. The soup’s level barely changed.\r \n“Lek, you can talk to me. Hell, considering what we do all day you’ve been closer to me than any woman I’ve ever dated. You can tell me what’s wrong.”\r \n“No need to worry, nothing’s wrong.” \r \n“Really? You’ve taken hours to revert every night this week. You’ve been reluctant to detach from me, even though it’s your insistence that we separate every night. And every time I’ve made bitterleaf soup before you’ve purred like a sated cat. Something’s changed. And that’s OK, but I want to help.”\r \nThe soup level suddenly dropped, and Lekki grew an even deeper shade of scarlet. \r \nIt’s voice came out quiet, high pitched “Maaaaaaybe something has changed.”\r \nJacob sighed “I’d miss you, Lekki. But if you wanted to be bonded to an-”\r \n“No, it’s not that” Lekki’s voice was back to normal even if its shade was not. “I absolutely want to stay bonded to you. That’s partially the issue.”\r \n“How do you mean.”\r \n“Jacob, how much do you know about my kind?”\r \n“Only the few bits that you’ve told me. Magical creatures, symbiotic with most intelligent humanoid life, hunted to near-extinction. You’ve been very reticent about the rest, ever since I found you desiccated in that chest.”\r \n“Yes, and I thank you again for freeing me. Though perhaps we should discuss how too-trusting you can be sometimes.”\r \n“All of life is a gamble, Lekki,” Jacob sipped some of the soup “And it’s one I’d make again, even if you were to literally eat me this evening. Without you, this town would have been overrun by now.”\r \n“That,” Lekki said “means more to me than you could know. But I’m flowing round the point. Which is that you have been wearing me for about a year now. Were I any other of my kind, you would essentially be my puppet.”\r \n“Oh.”\r \n“So, lucky that you found me.”\r \n“I assume you’re not intending on overpowering me right now?”\r \n“No! That’s… that’s not how we’ve ever done things. Normally, a warrior will wear us constantly -”\r \n“Understandable. Wearing you keeps me clean. You consume everything that comes out of me.”\r \n“Not quite everything with you. But the warrior who wears us to bed as well experiences all the enhancements you do in strength, speed, agility and stamina, alongside some permanent biological changes.”\r \n“Such as?”\r \n“General improvements like incredible eyesight and an impenetrable immune system. But the important change here is, ahem, enhancement of sexual organs.”\r \nJacob spit out soup, spraying Lekki, who purred on reflex. “Excuse me?” Jacob said, dabbing his face with a towel.\r \n“Assuming the warrior is a male, the wearer’s penis increases in size and nerve density, and the glands and testes are enlarged to vastly increase semen production.”\r \n“Ah, I mean, I’m not necessarily against that. But… why?”\r \n“Because stimulation is one aspect of controlling you, and sexual fluids fuel certain maigcal abilities.”\r \n“... We’ll have to get to those abilities later. What’s all this about me being a puppet?”\r \n“Evolution. It’s easier to seek other humanoid-symbiote pairs to reproduce with when you have a controlled host. \r \n“I… see. And how do I end up being controlled?”\r \n“After about 6 months of wearing one of my kind near constantly, we’ll feel an overwhelming urge to stimulate you every night and consume your fluids. It feels very good for us too, and is actually one of the activities many of my kind live for.”\r \n“Ah, Lekki -”\r \n“That and a simple pleasure/pain feedback cycle pretty much means you’ll happily do what we want most of the time.”\r \n“Le-”\r \n“And I’d hoped to put this off because I like you Jacob. I’d hoped to put off those cravings by having separation intervals. But no. I still want to-”\r \n“Lekki! My friend,” Jacob said. “Do you mean to tell me you’re in heat?”\r \nSuddenly there was no soup left in Lekki’s bowl.\r \nAnd for a long moment Lekki glowed deep scarlet. “...That would imply that I ovulate, or that I might come ‘out’ of heat at some point. I’m actually just extremely horny, and that’s unlikely to go away anytime soon.”\r \nJacob’s face warmed.\r \n“I’m sorry,” Lekki said “I can see I’ve embarrassed you with all this. I should have just kept it to myself. It’s quite possible I’ll learn to manage the impulses over time.”\r \n“Lekki..” Jacob moved his hand to his friend’s tendril, and wrapped the end of it around his finger. “What is this pain/pleasure cycle?”\r \n“... I’d give you commands, say this, do that. Obedience leads to stimulation, disobedience leads to pain. Slaps, pinches, etc.”\r \n“Alright. Would you ever interfere in my duties to the townsfolk? My friends? My family?”\r \n“Never, Jacob.”\r \n“Will you obey a direct order to open and let me out of you?”\r \n“Always.”\r \n“Okay. Then how do we start?”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: 5 days out of the week, she enjoyed the benefits of having magic. 2 days out of the week, she had to let the spirit inhabiting her have free use of her body to experience *mortal pleasures*...
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"content": "Talia awoke, the sun spilling over her bed and body. Its rays peeped through the window, greeting her on this fine morning.\n\nFirst thing she did, as she always does, was check to see if she still maintained autonomy. Hands, check. Feet, check. Everything else, check.\n\nShe sighed with relief, assured that she still maintained the motor functions of her body. She brushed a finger along the blood red tatoo residing above her crotch. The sign that she was bound to the netherworld and its power.\n\nTalia got out of bed, wearing nothing but her panties. Her long, flowing raven locks trailing behind her, reaching down to her plump mocha behind. She stretched, yawning before grabbing a book from her messy desk and splitting it open. She arrived at a page a little over two-thirds into the book and began to recite the words.\n\nA small rupture in the air formed. A tiny violet portal that gently sucked int the air around it, emitting purple flame. A creature poked its head through it, a tiny snake-like beast with a plethora of spikes protruding from its head.\n\n\"Cute little guy.\"\n\nTalia looked over, not expecting the man in her bed to be awake. Looking back at her with a smile, was a burly young man. Fair skin, brunette, brown eyes. He wore nothing, and had only the sheets of the bed to cover his nudity.\n\n\"Morning, Rhet.\" She smiled, motioning the beast to return into the portal before crawling back into bed.\n\n\"Hey, summoner.\" He smirked, cupping her cheek with a strong hand before those digits trailed down to her massive tits, grabbing a handful.\n\nIn response, Talia groped his cock through the sheets with a sultry giggle.\n\n\"Prefer this snake, huh?\"\n\nTalia scoffed, his attempt at humor looping back around to being amusing.\n\n\"Yes, I do. Much cuter.\"\n\nRhet grimaced. \"Its not cute.\"\n\n\"I know, I know... its a mighty cobra for a mighty knight.\" She pulled away the sheets to expose his cock fully. It was sizable. An effective tool, in Talia's opinion. Full mast, he was closely approaching eight inches. \"Look, Rhet, there's something I need to tell you... m-\"\n\n\"M i n e s b i g g e r.\" A voice shot about in Talia's head, which quickly brought a fearful visage to her face. \"No, not now...\"\n\n\"Talia? You alright?\" He grabbed her arm gently. The mood became tense as he saw the color in Talia's eye start to shift.\n\n\"Its... happening... faster than usual... its only been five days since last time!\"\n\n\"Talia! Whats going on?\" Rhet grabbed her by shoulders as he viewed her body begin to change. \n\n\" I w a n t t o f u c k h i m . . . !\" Talia cradled her head, groaning in pain, the voice getting louder. \n\"P u t h i m i n h i s p l a c e. . . R a v a g e h i m !\"\n\nWhite streaks flowed through her hair, until her entire elegant and windswept mane was a snowy white. The tatoo above her pussy shimmering with a bright pink light.\n\nFrom gold to blood red her eyes turned, her pupils distorting from simple circles to diamonds. \"I w a n to fuck him! Let me taste him!\" Her voice shifted, while still feminine, it was distorted and altered by demonic magic.\n\nShe gripped his hands and held them like vices. She was much stronger than before. The demonic spirit granting her superhuman strength in exchange for her autonomy.\n\nRhet tried to fight back, but his mortal strength proved useless against a supernatural creature.\n\n\"Talia! What the hell is going on?\"\n\n\"Talia has retired for the moment.\" The spirit spoke, appropriating the witch's beauty and speaking through her kissable lips. Sharp teeth visible in her mouth as she licked her lips. \"Until I grow bored, her body his mine. Such is the agreement she consented to when she summoned me.\"\n\n\"Talia... summoned you?\"\n\n\"Oh right, you're her latest boytoy, huh? Talia lusted for power and eternal life. I gave her both. As payment, she must submit her body to my control every once in a while.\" She smirked, holding both of his wrists in one of her clawed hands. A bright flash of purple strobed before Rhet discovered his hands were bound by ethereal chains.\n\n\"Dont worry, you two... as soon as I've had my fun with you, paladin, I'll give Talia her body back, and you two can frolic like rabbits for a few more days. I'm a busy demon so I don't have much time to enjoy her body, but when my schedule allows me a break, I will take it.\"\n\nThe demon possessing Talia rose off of Rhet, who only now noticed a very worrying sight. A cock protruding from Talia's crotch. That wasn't there before. This was the demon's penis. It was long, thick, pitch black in contrast to the mocha body that it was equipped to. Now that he sees it, all of her limbs are tipped with black extremities. Her hands, down to her forearms. Her feet, up to her knees. Tar-black fading into her human skin tone.\n\nShe began gingerly stroking her cock, inches away from Rhet's own. To whole inches bigger. No way. Rhet was already pretty big, surprised that his cock could fit in Talia, even with her curvaceous, hour-glass frame. There's no way in hell that cock is fitting inside him.\n\nBut that didn't stop the demon from trying.\n\n\"Sorry to butt in between you two, but you're a cutie, I had to have one little taste. Just let me drown your ass in my seed and I'll be on my way.\" She grinned an evil, sly grin as her crown pressed against Rhet's asshole.\n\nHe gasped and struggled, his anus was about to be invaded by a demon's huge cock! What was he to do? What can he do?\n\nNothing, as the demon already began to slowly part his anal walls and dig through his narrow tunnel. Her cock gradually sinking into his stretched asshole. Its monstrous girth brutishly alien to his unused hole.\n\n\"Nooo.... fuck... fuck... how...?\" He squirmed, taught ass gripped in her hands as her pelvis slowly crawled forward. Her heavy ballsack touched down against his cheeks. She was inside him, all ten inches sunken into his sphincter.\n\n\"How does this feel so good?\" She teased, bumping his backside with her lap softly and mockingly. \"Because your pathetic human body was made to swallow my cock, that's how.\"\n\nShe nearly left his anus, stopping shy of her crown. Only to shoot back forward with massive force, hefty sack slapping against his cheeks again. This thrust pummeled his prostate, forcing cum to surge out of his cock violently.\n\n\"Kehehehe... he came already. You can't deny the bliss you feel, can you?\" She was fucking him fast now, blasting his gluetus maximus with her hips and ramming her cock through his body. Her devilish meat brimming inside his rectum, battering his prostate and forcing jazz to shoot out from his penis. Loud claps, wet slaps, his ass was oozing with juices produced by the demon's cock. Perhaps the reason it felt so amazing rather than painful, the demon's body oils served as lubrication. Every punch against his prostate fished out more and more ejaculate. An inhuman amount of cum for an inhuman amount of fucking.\n\nHe eventually ran out, and his eyes glazed over. He had nothing left to give, but he had a lot to receive.\n\nLeaving his battered anus, the demon crawled up, grabbing the bed frame and aligning her cock with his gaping mouth. She started to thrust into his throat the same way she ravaged his backdoor. Her inner thighs slapping against his cheeks, balls banging up against his chin. Cock delving into his throat. Fucking his mouth as if it were a hole to be breeded. There would never be such a result, but it was a wet, warm and narrow hole and her cock fit inside.\n\nFor what seemed like an eternity, she brutally smashed her nethers into his face at a lightning pace. The demon panting, as the mortal body it inhabited still required oxygen.\n\n\"Haha... here it comes, little paladin! Take my cum! Drink it down!\" She slammed her pelvis down one more time, submerging her cock into his throat as far as she could reach.\n\nA river of steaming hot cum invaded his gizzard. Hot. Blazing. He felt like his throat might melt. But he drank it, he had no choice but to accept this torrent of what felt like hot white lava. He groaned in pain, the heat from her load and the pressure of her taint against his face.\n\nShe finally drew away, cock tip upon his chin. Seed spilling into his mouth from a penis still leaking. He was finally able to breathe again. Closing his mouth to swallow and clear his throat, cum would jump onto his mouth.\n\n\"Good job, mortal... you survived.\"\n\n\"Ta...lia...\" he groaned before passing out, lips smeared with sperm.\n\n\"Hoo, I would kill to see the look on her face when she sees this!\" The demon cackled, patting Rhet's chin with her still stiff erection. \"But I'll keep my promise. Time to switch out.\"\n\nThe change back to Talia was much more swift than the change to the demon. Talia looked on with horror. His ass gaping, slightly wet from the demon's skin oils. His mouth, iced with cum.\n\n\"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry, Rhet.\"\n\n\"D o n t b e. H e l o v e d i t. H e r e. A g i f t.\"\n\nThe tatoo upon her crotch shined again. From it, the demon's cock slowly emerged. The transformation bringing guilty etheric pleasure to Talia's body. The act of obtaining a phallus, the demon granting her a cock and feeling the pleasure receptors build themselves nearly gave her an orgasm.\n\n\"H e ' l l w a n t m o r e. H a v e f u n.\" The voice in her head broke into a demented laugh. She peered at his battered backdoor. With cock in hand.\n\nAnd a subtle smile."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A couple of shy nerds accidentally get locked in their college class. With their phones dead and no other way to call for help, they eventually turn to each other for entertainment and warmth.
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"content": "Nathan watches as Sarah and Kate try the door again to no avail. \"You've already tried three times it's not going to open\" He sits against the wall next to Rose, who had already given up on the door opening.\n\nRose looks at him \"Is your phone...\". He interrupts her knowing what she's going to ask \"It's dead and I left my charger at home\". She looks over at Sarah and Kate \"How about you two?\". \n\nKate walk over and sits near them \"Mom thinks it will melt my brain or something\". Sarah kicks the door \"Mine is getting repaired\" She walks over and sits down. \n\nRose shivers and leans against Nathan \"You ok?\". She shakes her head no \"It's too cold in here\". Nathan takes his jacket off and puts it around Rose \"Better?\". She nuzzles him lightly then nods. \n\nSarah looks around \"So when is the next class?\". Kate thinks for a second \"Well today is...shit today's Friday. No one is coming till Monday\". Nathan facepalms \"We just had to meet up an emergency club meeting after our classes\". \n\nHe stares daggers at Sarah, the unofficial leader of the club. \"Hey don't look at me, Rose was supposed to make sure the door was slightly open so it doesn't lock\" Sarah says as she catches Nathan's gaze. \n\nKate looks at the two of them \"Stop it, we need to figure out what we need to do first\". The two of them sigh and in unison say \"Fine\". Rose looks up at Nathan \"We should take account of our food and water\". Everyone agrees. \n\nAfter a few minutes of digging though their bags, they find a 5 protein bars, 4 unopened water bottles, a bag of cheese crackers, 3 bottles of juices, a flask filled with whiskey and half of a bag of beef jerky. \n\nRose sorts everything \"Now to divide everything up\" They divide the rations evenly except for the flask that goes back into Nathan's jacket. Everyone sits quietly.\n\nAfter about an hour, Sarah starts to speak \"Hey Nathan...\". Nathan thinking he knows what she's about to ask \"It just helps with my nerves before classes\". \n\nSarah rolls her eyes \"I was going to ask if you'd be willing to share\". Nathan pulls out a deck of cards \"I'll play you for it, if you're willing to bet something of equal value\".\n\nSarah being cocky puts her bottle of water and protein bar between them \"Seem fair\". Nathan looks at the water and food \"Fair enough I guess\". He puts the flask next to the water bottle. \n\nNathan starts shuffling the cards then looks at Kate and Rose \"You two want in on this?\". Rose shakes her head no. Kate places her bottle of juice and the bag is cheese crackers into the betting pool.\n\nNathan let's Kate deal out the card to prevent anyone from thinking he's cheating. After 3 games, Sarah loses all her food and the little bit of cash in her wallet. However she determined to win.\n\nSarah looks at Nathan \"What else can I bet?\". Nathan rolls his eyes \"All you have left are the clothes on your back\". Sarah smirks \"Fine then I'll bet those for everything I lost\". \n\nKate looks shocked that she would suggest that. Kate had won a few hands, but lost far more. She still had enough rations for the few days they'll be trapped. \n\nNathan smirks \"How about we up the ante? Winner gets full control of the losers from the rest of the time we're trapped\". Kate blushes at the idea of being owned by Nathan who she had a crush on. \n\nSarah chuckles \"Alright you're on\". Kate nods shyly agreeing to the term. Rose just watches as she remains curled up in Nathan's jacket. The cards are dealt, Sarah has a smug look on her face.\n\nWhen the time comes to reveal their cards, Sarah goes first \"Boom Four of a kind\". Right as she's around to take the pot, Nathan stops her and reveals his cards \"Royal Flush, you lose\". Sarah pouts having lost.\n\nKate smiles a bit excited even though she just lost \"I can't beat that\". Nathan takes the pot and sets it next to Rose. Rose slips something into Nathan's hand \"You might want these\". \n\nNathan looks in his hand and sees the 2 of the 8 condoms he had in his jacket pocket. He smirks and kisses Rose on the forehead. She was always seen as the little sister of the group since she was the youngest and always so sweet towards everyone. \n\nHe looks back at Kate and Sarah before walking over to Sarah. \"Come on let's go\" He says as he helps Sarah to her feet. Sarah looks at him \"Go where?\". Nathan points to the supply closet. \n\nSarah's face turns red \"Oh you want to...\". She looks down embarrassedly. Nathan leads her into the supply closet then closes the door. Sarah looks up at him \"Its my first time\". \n\nNathan caresses her cheek \"Don't worry I'll be gentle\". He kisses her deeply as he starts to feel her up slowly. She hesitantly returns the kiss and moans lightly as she's felt up by her longtime male friend. \n\nHe starts rubbing her crotch through her pants. She moans louder as she begins to shake. He smiles \"How about you start stripping and pay your debt?\". Her blush darkens, but she does as she's told stripping abd handing ever piece of clothing over to him.\n\nHe admires Sarah's curvy body that she tried to hide under baggy clothing. Her supple d-cup breast, her childbearing hips, long legs, thunder thighs and plump pear shaped ass could drive any man crazy. \n\nHe smiled as he saw her shaven pussy \"Looks like someone was expecting some fun\". Sarah blushes more looking embarrassed. He moves one hand to her pussy rubbing it as the other he runs through her long dark brown hair as he caresses her cheek\n\nSarah moans and grips his arm as he rubs her clit faster. He teasingly pulls his hand away then pushes her down onto her knees. She looks up at him whimpering, but stops after he pulls his cock out. \n\nShe knows what he's after and with him needing to ask starts stroking and sucking his cock. He pets her \"That's a good little pet\". She pulls her mouth off his cock and starts licking and sucking on his balls while still stroking his shaft with her hand. \n\nHe moans from how skillful her tongue moves on his balls. As she moves back to the sucking his cock, she starts rubbing herself. He moves his hand to the back of her head and makes her start deepthroating. She gags, but doesn't stop sucking.\n\nHis cock start to throb and twitch. He pulls her off then stands her up and faces her towards the shelves spreading her legs. He slips one of the condoms onto his cock before lightly prodding her pussy with the tip.\n\nShe whimpers lightly as he teases her. \"Please just put it in\" she begs wanting to finally feel the pleasure of intercourse. He slowly slides into her. She winces as she's deflowered. He stops to let her adjust.\n\nShe looks back at him while gripping the shelves and gives a light nod that it's ok to move. He start to gently thrust causing Sarah to whimper and moan. Eventually the pain of losing her virginity subsides \"Harder\". \n\nHe smiles rubbing her back with one hand as the other grips her hip then starts thrusting harder. She moans louder as she feels his cock reshape her insides. He kisses her neck softly. She turns her head to the side to kiss him.\n\nHis lips meet hers in heated passion. Their tongue swirl around each other. They only pull away to breathe. Then change positions to face one any other. Sarah climbs onto Nathan's cock as he helps lift her. \n\nShe wraps her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck as he start bouncing her on his cock. Her back now pressed against a bare wall. He kisses her deeply and she returns the kiss moaning into his mouth. \n\nHe fondles her breast with one hand while his arm is wrapped around her back for support. His other hand on her waist. He bounces her faster hearing her moan more and bury her face in his neck. \n\nHe pants as his cock twitches inside of her violently \"I'm getting close\". \"Me too\" She says between moans. He bounces her harder and faster fully sheathing his cock in her. After another minute they both cum hard. \n\nHe pulls out of her and sets her sit on the ground. He sits next to her. She reaches over and pulls the cum filled condom off his cock then pours the contents into her mouth and swallows. \n\nShe smiles \"Tastes sweet and a bit tangy\". He puts his arm around her. She leans against him and closes her eyes tiredly, but before she can rest there's a knock on the closet door.\n\n(To be continued)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She was surprised her friends were playing for sexual flavors. She was more surprised that *she* was supposed to be the one providing them. She would have complained, if it didn't turn her on so much...
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"content": "“Okay, fine. I raise you a blowjob then.”\n\n&#x200B;\n\n“Alright, you’re on. What about you, Ty? You in on this?”\n\n&#x200B;\n\nAmanda hopped down the last step and back into the basement of her friend Jin’s house. The conversation she just arrived into confused the hell out of her. She had just run upstairs to grab another drink—her third of the evening, leaving her more than a little tipsy—and came back to her friends still playing Smash Bros. and for some reason talking about blowjobs.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n“Sure, I’ll call,” Ty said, glancing over at her. His dark eyes roamed up and down and a shy smile crept across her face in return. “Though I am tempted to raise you a fuck.”\n\n&#x200B;\n\n“Raise who a fuck?” Amanda said, plopping onto the sofa and taking a sip of beer. She laid back into the cushion and crossed her legs, kicking idly, the flip-flop on her foot bouncing in tandem. “What are you talking about?”\n\n&#x200B;\n\n“Just making bets on the game,” Jin said, his near-black eyes concentrated on the screen. He cursed under his breath when Pikachu went rocketing off the map.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n“You’re betting a fuck?” She cocked an eyebrow at them, her lips curling around the top of the bottle as she sucked down another gulp.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n“No. A blowjob,” Grant clarified. The tip of his tongue stuck out the side of his mouth. Amanda had noticed that he did that sometimes, whenever he was really into a match.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n“From who?”\n\n&#x200B;\n\n“You.” Ty grinned as Marth slashed Donkey Kong to his death.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nAmanda almost choked on her drink. She sat up in time to swallow everything back down and coughed into her arm. Her lungs burning, she caught her breath and stared at her three friends. None of them looked back at her. They were all too absorbed in the game. Fighting to win in order to get a blowjob. A blowjob from her. Wagered without even consulting her. Like it was the most normal bet in the world. Like her sucking one of their dicks as a victory prize was something she’d have no problem with.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nShe opened her mouth, ready to scream at them and tell them to fuck off when she had to ask herself — did she have a problem with it?\n\n&#x200B;\n\nThe sudden moistness in her panties answered for her.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n“Okay.”\n\n&#x200B;\n\nShe leaned back into the sofa and gulped down the rest of her beer.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nAmanda wasn’t the usual type of girl that her friends tended to obsess over. Nothing like Susie Ellman from back in high school, with her long legs and curvaceous body. She wished she got the type of attention that bitch did. Instead, her small breasts and butt, boyish waist, and cute girl-next-door face left her often overlooked and majorly in want of attention. The one thing she did possess was a great pair of legs. Not long but naturally shapely, with meaty thighs and calves. It’s why she was partial to wearing skirts like the one she wore today. It drew admiring eyes her way, which in turn made her feel sexy and desired.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nBut the guys wanting to get a blowjob from her, competing for it, that made her feel more than desired. It made her feel fucking hot.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nShe noted the scores on screen. Ty still had four lives, with Jin and Grant both at three. Licking her lips, her gaze drifted toward the couch and her friends, taking each of them in one by one. Who would she want to win? Which guy would she be most interested in blowing? The question perked her nipples up and they poked at her top.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nHer eyes went to Grant first, who just lost another life. Good, she thought. The scruffy blond was the only one of the three guys that she ever did anything sexual with before, something he probably bragged to the others about. At another friend’s party, after downing several drinks, he had told her how good she looked in her boots, skirt, and plunging top. She ended up jerking him off in a random bedroom, her hand stroking at his six-inch cock while he moaned her name and begged to see her tits. Grinning, she had pulled her neckline away and given him a glimpse and he came all over the carpet.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nLater she found him making out with some redhead.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nShe didn’t care that much. She wasn’t into him or anything like that. But it was still rude. Which is why when he got knocked out of the match, letting out a “fuck!” of disappointment, she smiled in response and lowered a hand down to her chest and leisurely brushed her fingers across her skin. It cost both Jin and Ty a life to eliminate Grant, but it now came down to one of them, and she much preferred that.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nTy was still in the lead and Amanda wondered what it would be like to suck him off. The defined arms exposed by his tank top. The strong jaw and charming smile. There was no question he was handsome. And she knew what they said about guys like him. About the fabled size of a black guy’s dick. She imagined holding it in her hand, parting her lips wide to fit it all inside her mouth, and plunging her face downward. She moaned but the sound of Marth getting electrocuted off the screen drowned her out.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nThe game was now tied.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nHer gaze shifted to Jin and the thought of blowing her Asian friend excited her just as much as the fantasy of going down on Ty. Jin wasn’t as tall as Grant or as good looking as Ty, but he made her laugh more than either of the other two. In her fantasy, Jin took Ty’s place and she envisioned his dick in her mouth, swirling her tongue around his shaft and across his tip. Her breath heavy, she uncrossed her legs and bit the tip of her finger."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] What are some situations or predicaments we can put someone with detachable genitals into? A litteral pocket pussy? A detachable dick? A convayable clit? A portable prostate? Any body type, gender identity, or futa. Sci-fi, Fantasy, whatever. I only ask that you don't go *too*dark
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"content": "A glamor model has magically detachable penis that attaches just above her vagina. She can suck her own cock to get herself off quickly by holding it in her hand. One day, her girlfriend finds out about this, and decides to use her penis in a strap-on harness to fuck her. \n\nSeparate idea\n\nIf she'd known that her friend produced this much cum, she might not have let him borrow her detachable pussy to get himself off during the day. She's getting stuffed with so much cum that her belly is starting to swell, and he just keeps going! It feels so good that barely make it through the work day, never mind explain her suddenly huge stomach, and she's almost certainly going to be pregnant at this rate."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When the boys added the joke rule "Members must provide each other hand jobs on request. Swallowing is mandatory. Don't make a mess!" They thought it would keep a certain busty, brainy, overachieving cheerleader from joining their club. They were wrong...
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"content": "“And lastly” the club leader said with a smile “If you miss even a drop you aren’t allowed to wipe it off. You have to wear it wound for the rest of the day. That was a little rule that we just added. Now are you sure you want to join?” To his amusement the girl sat across from them didn’t change a shade and actually nodded. She was the type of bitch he hated: absolutely perfect in every way. She was popular, athletic, smart and ambitious. From what he had hears she had heard that leading clubs looked good on her resume so she decided to go down the list of university clubs in alphabetical order and become the leader of each. She was at the ‘I’s. Still he had figured even she would back down after the new rule they had added. That she hadn’t was actually the best possible outcome. He quickly offered her the student rules and a pen giddy with excitement. The most popular girl in school was about to sign up to give them all as many hand jobs as they wanted whenever they wanted. In a moment the paper was signed. \r \n\r \nThe boys looked at each other grinning only to have their moment broken by the girl. She looked the leader in the eyes and smiled before saying. “Id like a hand job please.” There was a moment of shock before the leader began to chuckle. He couldn’t believe how eager she was. This was beyond his wildest dreams. “Should we do it here or somewhere more private?”\r \n\r \nHe smiled “The closets fine, come on. I was going to wait a little but you really want it don’t you?” The boys behind them catcalled and laughed to each other. Still she didn’t change a shade. He guessed that this was how she had moved up in all those clubs so quickly. Well she was about to meet her match in this one. He would remain the leader and all she would get for her troubles was a throat full of cum.\r \n\r \nShe closed the door to the closet and the sound of the rest of the club members were quieted as the two were left alone. “I guess I am eager this club is actually right after volleyball practice so im a little pent up.” She smiled at him for a moment before continuing “Now why don’t we get started? Get on your knees.”\r \n\r \nThe leaders smile slowly faded as confusion hit him. Was this some kind of a joke? Then he smiled triumphantly “No no, fingering is different from a hand job everyone knows that. If you thought that you could trick me with that then your very wrong. We even included that in subsection 7 of article – oh fuck.” As the leader was speaking the cheerleader slowly lifted up her skirt and pulled down her panties revealing a massive girlcok. He stared at it for a moment and his face paled.\r \n\r \nThe girl continued to smile at him and now he didn’t know how he could possibly miss the sadistic glean in her eyes. She licked her lips as she looked at him. “I said get on your knees.” Defeated by his own rules he slowly sunk to his knees and stared at the massive girlcock in front of him. Slowly he wrapped his hands around it and began to pull at it gently. It throbbed lewdly in his hand. He continued his motions as he could feel her eyes looking down at him.\r \n\r \n“Your good at this. You know right where to touch it” she cooed to him “you must practice on yourself a lot. Now look up here.” He looked up at her to see her unbuttoning her shirt. Slowly as to tease him she undid button after button until the was able to slide it off and to the floor. Then equally slowly she undid her bra letting it fall away to reveal her perky breasts. He stared up at them and coudnt help himself but begin to rub her faster. She grinned at him.\r \n\r \n“Oh my god youre so adorable. Youre getting so into it. Your so desperate for my cum arent you? Im getting close so you dont have to wait much longer. Id love to coat that cute face of yours but then by your rules youd have to go back out there to your friends like that. Such a cruel rule don’t you think? Your such a good boy but there is no way youd be able to catch it all on your first time if you don’t know what your doing. Ill explain it for you so be sure to do what I tell you to okay?”\r \n\r \nBy this point the boy was blushing a deep red. IF he walked out of the closed with his face coated in cum he would be completely humiliated. It would be devastating. He swallowed his pride and nodded in silence. “Good boy,” she said panting “Be sure to tilt your head back for me and stick out your tongue. Oh and don’t you dare break eye contact or ill make sure it gets all over you. Im getting really close\\~ get ready for it.” The boy tilted back his head so that he could see up past her shaft and past her breasts into her eyes and stuck out his tongue. The face he made was enough to send her over the edge. He angled it towards his mouth and took the first shot of cum inside. Unfortunately for the inexperienced boy it struck at the back of his throat causing him to gag. This small movement was enough to cause the second shot to go wide landing across his face. Desperate to prevent any more accidents the boy pulled forward and wrapped his lips around the head of her cock, taking the remaining straight into his mouth.\r \n\r \nShe beamed down at him as he slowly pulled his mouth off. “You did so well for your first time! It takes some practice to get it all. But it looks like you made a little mistake\\~ ” He sat back blushing as he felt the warmth dripping down his face. \r \n\r \n“You know” She said leaning down so that her face was near his ear “There are only rules against you wiping it off. I could do it if you don’t want to go out there like that even though I think it looks good on you. I could keep what happened between us. You would have to do something for me though\\~”\r \n\\~\\~-----\\~\\~\r \nThe sun was just beginning to set as she stepped out of the clubroom. As the door closed behind her she could see the shocked faces of the boys of the club. She unfolded a small piece of paper and checked off another club from the list. That wrapped up the ‘I’s so on to the ‘J’s"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: (breast expansion, lactation) The treatment was supposed to help her stay thin, in reality, it only partially worked, though any weight that she did gain seemed to be going mostly to her boobs. Her appetite only seemed to be increasing though, and her breasts felt... Swollen?
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"content": "In Hollywood, appearances were everything. Except for a rare exception, once someone appeared on screen they were expected to look that way on screen forever. Daisy had made a name for herself as the thin, athletic and fit body type as a space warrior and now she could not afford to let her body image slip.\n\nThe procedure was mostly painless. A shot and a few days rest and Daisy was back at it, auditioning for her next role. The doctors had said that the treatment wouldn't stop her from gaining weight but help \"disguise\" it. Naturally Daisy tried to not alter her eating habits but it quickly became apparent that she was snacking more often. No one said anything and her waistline stayed the same but the first to notice something was different was the costume designer. A dress she had been fitted for was now tight up top across her chest. The designers loosed it up and wrote off the discrepancy as some bad math. Daisy wasn't so sure.\n\nThat night in her house Daisy tried on a few tops and other dresses she had worn before. Her lower half fit just the same but her breasts were tight in everything she wore. Now she knew where her fat was going, right to her chest. The next day the actress desperately tried to eat normally but by the end of the day Daisy felt like she was starving.\n\nDaisy tried to eat light meals and health snacks but that was virtually impossible. She would get so hungry others could hear her stomach so out of desperation she would eat anything to feel full. This of course slowly but surly caused her bust to steadily increase in size day by day.\n\nThankfully she did not lose the role she had started but the costume crew had their work cut out for them trying to disguise their star that started with B-cups finished filming with D-cups.\n\nAfter the movie was done Daisy went home and finally sated her hunger. She had everything she wanted all day and the treatment ensured that most of it went to her boobs. Daisy noticed her firm butt had rounded out a bit more after indulging herself and she couldn't complain. Then came the interviews. Daisy had forgotten about all the post movie interviews!\n\nHiding her now F-cup tits was impossible. So she didn't even try. The actress had a whole new wardrobe made for her swelling bust so she could go show off the \"new\" Daisy. The treatment was no longer a secret so why should she hide that she had gotten it? On the late night shows people openly stated at Daisy as she bounced up onto the stage and every jiggle and movement was caught on camera.\n\nOne night as Daisy was getting ready to go on stage as sudden spike of hunger hit her. She had been having them less and less the more she eaten but she grabbed a few protein bars to snack on before she went out into the lights.\n\nIn a low cut dazzling blue dress Daisy strutted up to the stage and took her seat on the talk show. As she repeated her rehearsed lines about the movie she felt a pressure building in her breasts. A food stage smile kept the discomfort off her face but it did not hide that Daisy's breasts were swelling larger on camera. As she tried to stay on script her low cut dress bulged with more and more cleavage.\n\nWith a gasp Daisy's nipples popped out of the top of her dress. She had never grown so much so quickly before. She grabbed her tits to cover herself but her engorged breasts felt supercharged. The actress moaned out loud on stage and suddenly her hands were wet with white, sweet smelling fluid that ran down the front of her dress. Daisy ran off stage but the whole thing was already spreading like wildfire across the internet.\n\nOnce she was safely locking inside her changing room, Daisy grabbed a breast and pulled the nipple up to her mouth. The sweet smell of her own milk was making her stomach growl. First it was just to taste but quickly she was sucking down her own milk. It was so rich and creamy Daisy couldn't get enough of it. Sating her hunger and the orgasmic pleasure of playing with her breasts had Daisy moaning and shuddering with pleasure. As she sucked herself dry Daisy's hip shook with pleasure as an orgasm rocked through her. She sat there in the room soaked in milk and other fluids.\n\nComing back to reality, Daisy saw her belly was swollen and full of creamy milk. She had drained both of her G cup breasts of milk and she had a potbelly to prove it. With a groan the treatment kicked in trying to return her waist to its former shape. Daisy watched as her belly was slowly shrinking back down. As her tummy shrank, the full feeling was returning to her tits with a vengeance. With a lusty grin Daisy got up and her dress split down the side as her ass grew wider. She checked out her profile in the mirror and Daisy decided that thin, athletic and fit was over rated. Thicc and sexy was coming back."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She had learned three things about the advanced, vibrating clit ring she was testing. First, it was *very* effective. Second, she didn't know how to remove it. And third... One of her friends *definitely* had access to its control app!
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"content": "\"Hey Ash, your package arrived. I think it's that toy we were looking at together....\" Rachel said.\n\n\"Thanks, hun! Maybe I can uh... take it for a spin?\" Ashley said, Blushing a bit.\n\nThe two went into the bathroom and unboxed the clit ring. It was a small device with a place for her clit and covered a bit of her hood, but wasn't that big.\n\n\"Seems kind of interesting\" Ashkey said, dropping her leggings and panties. She lifted her leg up onto the bathroom countertop to spread out and fitted the toy. It slipped on comfortably, and seemed to settle in on it's own painlessly. \"oh!\" she said as it rested on her. \"That felt kinda nice... it's so pretty and pink too.\"\n\nRachel: \"Hey, here's the remote\" \n\n\nGrabbing it, Ashley looks at the two unlabelled buttons. \"I guess one's for the vibration settings and the other turns it off?\" She pressed one of the buttons and the toy began to vibrate lightly on her clit. \"oh my god...\" she said softly. A bit dazed she pressed the same button again, and it intensified. \"MMMM, FUCK..\" she exclaimed. \"OK! ok..\" She said gathering herself enough to press the second button, which promptly turned the toy off. She hastily tossed the remote on the countertop and lowered her leg, standing normally.\n\nRachel stood by amazed and aroused at what had just happened. She reached over and took the remote for herself as Ashley gathered her thoughts.\n\nAshley then noticed, snatched the remote, and said. \" I'm gonna need a minute with this thing... I'll see you in a bit.\"\n\nAshley locked the door to her room, and lay flat on her back. She turned on the toy again to the lowest setting. It sent a shock through her, and she moaned having already been turned on by the bathroom incident. She slid off her top, and tossed her bra off to the side.\n\nShe bit her lip and thought.. \"I wonder how intense this gets\". She pressed the button once more, and it immediately had her moaning again. She'd never felt such a direct stimulator like that. She pressed it again, and it went to maximum. \"HNNG, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, AHHHHHHHH!\" She turned it off after one of the most intense orgasms she'd had in a while.\n\n\"Holy shit!\" she said softly, gathering her breath. She decided to see if there were any other modes, and clicked the first button a few times to see what would happen. Sure enough, after the third intensity, it started pulsing. She went through each pulse setting, and was now dripping down her legs. \"Fuck me, I've made a mess\" Ashley said, chucking a bit. She turned it on low again, and slowly slid a finger into herself effortlessly. She moaned loudly and flipped over. She made muffled sounds of pleasure into her pillow and came again after a short time.\n\nRachel: Uh... Ash, are you ok?\n\nAshley: \"YES!\" she said, calming down \"Yes.. Yes, i am.... omg, this thing.\" she said walking to the door and opening it for Rachel.\n\nRachel: Wow, I figured you had a good time with that, but you're dripping!\n\nAshley: \\*blushing\\* \"hehe.. I know! Now, umm.. I need to get this thing off and clean up. She tried to move the toy, but it wouldn't budge. \"\n\nAshley: \"What he fuck? It's not moving?!\"\n\nRachel: \"Really?! Ok, hun, let me see... \" she knelt down and could see the toy sort of wedged into it's position. Being delicate, she grabbed around it and it just wouldn't move. \"What the fuck is this thing?! Why is it stuck?!\"\n\nAshley: \"Omg... I don't know... umm... we'll figure it out, there's a number to call. At least it's off.\" She said walking off to take a shower.\n\nSince Rachel had some time in the bathroom while Ashley was gone, she noticed the toy had an app and downloaded it to her phone. As long as they were relatively close, she had control over Ashley's toy... the range didn't really give a number, but she did want to test this out. She felt a bit playful, so she opened the app that had a lot more controls in it.\n\nShe tapped under Vibrator \\[Level 1\\].\n\nAshley: \"oh!\" she exclaimed \"How is this thing on again?\"\n\nRachel backed out and turned it off, but felt oddly aroused and empowered at the control she now had.\n\nAshley: \"Rach, do you have the remote?!\" She said, stepping out of the shower and drying off.\n\nRachel: \"NO! It's where you left it, hun. \"\n\nAshley went back to her room to confirm this, and saw the remote on her bed.\n\nRachel: \"It must've gone off my itself. I was just on the couch.\"\n\nA few days later, Ashley had called the number on the package and gave her instructions on how to get the toy off of her, but she needed help. Feeling like it wasn't worth her time yet, she let it stay on. \"So, you basically need me to lie down and there's a button I can't really reach.\" She explained to Rachel. \"It's like.. behind the thing on the left side? Or something?\"\n\nRachel inspected her friend's crotch and found what she was talking about. \"Yea, that's definitely weird... I can get it if you want, you know?\" She said.\n\nAshley: \"I have to go out for a bit, so maybe later. It's not like anyone's gonna know anyway... besides, this thing is kinda fun. \" Ashley got dressed, picked up her purse, and left.\n\nRachel, being curious, sat on the couch and all she could think about was how much fun her roommate was having, and felt a little devious. She opened the app, and a green bar appeared that said \\[Connected\\]. Shocked, she stared at it for a second. \"So.. what happens if I..\" she said trailing off, and pressing \\[Level 2\\] under the Pulse setting. She let it go for a few seconds thinking nothing had happened, so she turned it off and tossed her phone to the side.\n\nHer phone chimed. It was Ashley.\n\n\"Fuck me, this thing went off in the middle of a coffee shop and I almost dropped my drink!\"\n\nRachel stared at the message processing what had happened.\n\nShe replied. \"OMG.. lol.. you ok?\"\n\nAshley: Yea, i'm fine... I just hope this thing stays off for now.\n\nAn hour later, Ashley got home. \"Hey Rach.. that was the weirdest thing... I'm not sure if other people have this and someone else's remote triggered my toy?!\"\n\nRachel: \"No idea, hun.. I don't know much about that stuff\"\n\n\\[The Next Day\\]\n\nRachel was home by herself again, and pulled up the app. Ashley had seemingly forgotten she could take the toy off whenever she wanted. Rachel Pressed \\[Level 1\\] under Vibrate again, but left it going this time.\n\nHer phone chimed. Ashley.\n\n\"OMG, this thing is on again... I'm having a hard time keeping a straight face... HELP!\"\n\nRachel bit her lip, and replied \"That thing is haunted or something.... lol\"\n\nAshley: \"I need to find a place to let loose, or I'm gonna burst\"\n\nRachel quickly pressed the OFF button, but the app didn't respond. \"OH SHIT!\" she exclaimed. \\[Broken Connection\\] said the red bar across the top.\n\nInstead of turning off, the toy intensified and started pulsing. Ashley darted into a bathroom, and hid in a stall. She covered her mouth, but it was too much. \"FFFFUUUUUUUUUUCK!\" She screamed. \"YES.. OH.. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!\" She screamed as she shook in place from the orgasm. \n\nThe toy was still on, but sputtered a bit and turned off completely.\n\nAshley: \"FUCK ME, that was amazing... I need to get this shit off though..\" She stood awkwardly reaching under her to see if she could find the release. She felt a button under her finger, and the toy released from her crotch. \"Oh my god... OH. MY. GOD.\" footsteps frantically exited the public bathroom and a small voice said softly. \"uh... you ok, girl?\"\n\nEmbarrassed, Ashley said: \"Yea, i'm fine! It's ok!\" Throwing the toy in her purse. As she got close to home, it began pulsing again. She remembered how great it felt and almost felt like she needed to put it on again."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A college boy works as an assistant for a stunning female Professor. Her newest Intention are pills based on cow and bull DNA, that are supposed to transform the body, increase Libido and improve fertility. The Prof Plans some self testing and enlist his help for advanced Experiments.
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"content": "\"Hey, Professor Juno.\" the boy said as he stepped into the lab, waving at the blonde woman leaning over a workbench. \n\"Hello, Jason.\" Professor Juno said, stepping away from her work to greet the student. \n\"So, what's on the agenda for today?\" \n\"Exciting news, Jason.\" Professor Juno walked back to the lab table, affording Jason a moment to check her out. Her lab coat draped across her back, highlighting her thick ass as she bent over the lab table to pick up a vial. \n\"The serum is just about ready for testing.\" she continued, \"We're within a hair's breadth of curing infertility as we know it.\" \n\"That's amazing!\" Jason said, \"Should I start drafting the trial posting?\" \n\"That is what I would normally ask, but I'm afraid we've cut the timetable a little too close for standard testing. The university wants results by tomorrow.\" \n\"Oh.\" Jason looked down at his feet. \n\"Hey, chin up.\" Professor Juno said, walking up to him and placing her hand on his shoulder, \"We'll just have to do a less... orthodox trial.\" \n\"What do you mean?\" \nInstead of speaking, Professor Juno simply drank the vial and gazed into Jason's eyes. \n\"Professor! What do you think you're doing?!\" \n\"Testing the serum.\" Professor Juno shed her lab coat, licking her lips, \"I think the effects are starting to kick in already.\" \nJason took a cautious step backward. Her purple blouse was starting to look very tight around her chest, the lines of her bra pushing through as she pressed the record button on a tape recorder on the bench. \n\"Immediate effects.\" she drawled, \"Subject felt... hot. Some swelling in the chest area, and, mmm, excessive production of vaginal fluid.\" \nProfessor Juno leaned back onto the table, arching her back. Her shirt was getting very tight, the buttons straining around her chest as if struggling to contain her breasts. Jason found his back pressed against the wall as the first button shot from the Professor's chest. \n\"Yes, my lovelies...\" she said, \"be free!\" \nShe thrust her chest forward, snapping another button. Her black bra was now on display, along with a sliver of pale flesh. A third button broke, then a fourth, revealing a deep canyon of cleavage. \n\"Oooh, Jason... I need you to help me out.\" \n\"H-h-h-help?\" \n\"Yes, I have... symptoms that need... relieving.\" \n\"But Professor, I... don't have protection.\" \n\"No protection... need to test.\" \n\"Test?\" \n\"I'll waive your child support payments, just do your job and help me!\" \nProfessor Juno's bra finally snapped, setting her engorged breasts free on her chest. They were the size of basketballs, capped with nipples the size of her thumbs. She practically ripped her pleated skirt off, revealing her soaking wet panties. Jason couldn't believe his eyes. Professor Juno was always beautiful, but now she was smoking hot, standing almost completely naked in front of him, with her hand snaking down her panties. His dick was snaking down his pant leg, and his balls were painfully swollen in his pants. \n\"Jason, please!\" Professor Juno cried, now writhing on the floor, \"I can't take this much longer, I *need* you! Please, please, fuck me!\" \nJason couldn't control himself any longer. He undid his belt, shedding his slacks and boxers, and got down on the floor with Professor Juno. She took his cock in her hands. It was on the small side, but she didn't care. She needed relief as soon as possible, and her fingers weren't cutting it. She pulled him in closer, his mouth finding purchase on her left nipple as she rubbed his cock against her lower lips. As his tongue brushed against the overgrown nub, he tasted something sweet and creamy. \n\"Sounds like... we need to expand the list of side effects.\" Professor Juno groaned, \"God, yes, keep milking me!\" \nJason brought his hands to her boob, massaging the tender flesh to coax more milk out of her. Professor Juno brought the tip of Jason's cock to her entrance then thrust her hips into his. Jason felt her fluids wash over his manhood as her walls clenched around him. \n\"Oh, God, yes!\" Professor Juno said, practically cumming on the spot, \"This is incredible, I've never felt anything like this before!\" \nJuno rolled Jason onto his back, taking full control of their mad fucking as he continued to fondle her milky tits. Professor Juno had lost all capacity to remain silent, Jason's tongue on her nipple sent electric shocks throughout her entire body, akin to what a dick in her pussy felt like before taking the drug. Jason felt her walls tighten around his cock as she came a second time, releasing so much more juice that it started dripping to the floor. He could feel his balls absolutely brimming with seed. He was so close to the edge. \n\"Professor, I think... oh, I think I'm gonna...\" \n\"Go right ahead!\" she moaned, \"Fill me up! Give me all you've got! In the name of science, bust your entire load inside me!\" \nAny inhibitions he felt were completely gone as soon as she spoke. He felt his dick throb as his balls finally couldn't hold anymore, shooting his spunk deep into Professor Juno's tight cunt as she bounced up and down on top of him. She felt herself warm up from within as wave after wave of jizz filled her insides, bringing her down from her high at last. She lifted herself off of Jason, the poor boy practically panting with exhaustion. She rolled over next to him and planted a quick kiss on his cheek. \n\"Thanks for helping with the experiment.\" she said, rubbing her belly, \"I might have to start thinking of names soon. There's no way I'm not pregnant now.\" \nJason groaned at her words. \n\"Fuck, I am so sorry about that.\" Jason said, \"I didn't want to do it at first, but...\" \n\"Don't apologize,\" she said, \"I knew what I was getting into the moment I drank that serum. And like I said, I can waive your child support obligations, it's not like I can't afford a little one with my salary... or three, we'll see where that thread goes.\" \n\"So, is that it for today?\" \n\"Well, we still have the male fertility serum to test out. But given the results of the previous test, I might need to ask Professor Venus to handle that one.\" \nJason gulped."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "for your loyalty I bring a gift" lilith said making a succubus from thin air "she is a great cook she loves to cuddle and she isn't blanket hog, now you two love birds have fun" she said before she disappeared
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"content": "\"Wait, what?\" The new succubus said, looking around. \"How did I - I mean, what do I - uh, mom?\"\n\n\"Not exactly a nurturing parent, your mother,\" I said, admiring her shape. She was long, leggy, dark skinned, and had dangerous curves. All to be expected in a succubus, I supposed. She had a long limber tail, but otherwise she could pass for a cheerleader.\n\nShe was wearing the shortest shorts in the history of great asses and a wispy tight tanktop. The tail had its own little sleeve in the back of the shorts. I supposed that sleeve must be as scandalously short as the legs, but I didn't know what to compare it to. I wasn't really up on fashion for women with tails.\n\nAt the sound of my voice she turned around, and ... unholy shit, she was gorgeous. I mean, the wispy tight tank top... yeah, was more like a display than a covering. I was caught in the headlights in more ways than one. Something was written on it but I just couldn't process that right now. And she had a face like a love goddess, all under a couple of tiny little horns.\n\nShe caught sight of me and gasped, and gave me a look shining with adoration. Clearly her brand-new mind was arranged in such a way that she was seriously turned on by guys who look exactly like me. And that was... well, that was temptation right? That's the succubi game.\n\n\"Do you have a name?\" I asked her.\n\nShe shook her head, confused. \"I ... don't, I don't think. I mean - when was I supposed to get one? I mean, demons all have names, right? That's really important. Um, can I ...?\" She walked over to me and leaned against me, putting her arms around my neck and subtly rubbing her gorgeous self against me. \"I've wanted to do that ever since I saw you,\" she said, nuzzling her lips against my neck. \"Half my life, I guess.\"\n\nThis was not Lilith's style, I thought. A succubus of my very own. A brand-new succubus without even a name. Without a history. And then it hit me. Without sin. This little sexpot was demonic but she was unfallen. In her short life she'd done nothing that was evil or wrong. That made her a whole new category of thing. There were some dizzying implications in there. But oh hell below, her scent and her touch were just as dizzying as anything else I could understand. I put my hands on her, felt her wriggle with sheer pleasure at the touch. She was so warm under my fingertips. And just ... if she hadn't been brand new. If she hadn't been a being without sin. Oh, I would totally have had her clothes off and gone for it right there.\n\nInstead I pushed her away, gently, and as I did I heard her whine just a little, ready to murmur a protest. Her fingertips raked slowly down her body to the bottom of the tank top and hooked it, ready to pull it off over her head, when I finally managed to process what was written on it.\n\n**Kiss Me And I'm Yours Forever,** the shirt proclaimed. And my brain finally told me that was the same handwriting as Lilith's signature on the compact I'd just completed. This is part of whatever she's up to. So I'm still trying to outwit the bitch and stay out of Hell.\n\n\"Wait,\" I said. \"Just ... wait a moment here. You're ... new. But you were born whole. Right? You have knowledge, but no memories.\"\n\n\"Mmmm-hmmm,\" she said. \"Carnal. Knowledge. Come see what I can teach you.\"\n\n\"Uh, maybe a bit later?\" I was seriously struggling here, and my pants had gotten pretty uncomfortable if you know what I mean. I shut my eyes and listened, in a kind of agony, to the subtle sound of a cotton tank top sliding up past nipples as firm and hard as rubber erasers. Inhaled the intoxicating scent of her body as the air moved around her and around the tanktop. No, I told myself. \"What happens to a succubus,\" I asked her, \"if the mortal she's summoned by - or for - never seals a compact with her?\"\n\n\"Then... well, then she has to go back to Hell,\" she said in a small, hurt voice. \"I ... I really don't want to go to Hell. I've never been there but I already know it's kind of a horrible place. Really, it is! You wouldn't do that to me would you?\" I didn't even have my eyes open, but I already knew she was making irresistible puppy-dog eyes and if I gazed into them now...\n\nThere was Lilith's hook. If I sent an innocent being to Hell, then I'd be following not long after. So ... take the other path. I reached out and took her shoulders, pulled her close, and kissed her. And got a bit of a shock. She had a long, forked tongue and she could move both sides independently. As the sexual possibilities of **that** boiled in my mind, I felt the telltale twinge of magic nearby as our compact sealed. She's mine forever. That can't be so bad, right?\n\nDamn right it can't, said the part of my brain that usually lives in my pants. But I really don't trust that part of my brain, not when Lilith's involved. When my eyes opened again, I found my feverish gaze fixed on her magnificent chest. \"You think they're pretty?\" she said, with a sly smile. \"Would you like to know how they feel?\" She took my hand, drawing it toward her.\n\nI carefully drew it back. Unfallen, I reminded myself. A being without sin. I must not draw her into sin. Still... I wasn't married. She wasn't married. This wouldn't be adultery if we ... I raised my hand again, touched her left breast, felt her move as she sighed, and saw a happy smile break over her face like sunshine. And then I saw the paper, sticking out from under the edge of her discarded tanktop. There hadn't been any paper there when I kissed her. That must be the compact.\n\nApologizing again, I bent over and picked it up. There was no writing on the tanktop any more. Of course there wasn't. The paper didn't look like a demonic compact. It looked like a birth certificate. For a female child, with today's date. And a blank line to write the name. Mother, Deceased. Father... My heart sank as I finally spotted the other horn of the dilemma Lilith had posed for me. Yeah, a kiss counted for a signature if you really meant it, and I really had. My name on that line was binding. Yeah, she'd been mortal once. She'd gone to Hell. She could get away with listing herself deceased and put no signature on the thing making it my responsibility alone.\n\nBy now I had a case of blue balls, and it was seriously starting to hurt. And I'd just found out that was going to get worse before it got better. \n\nI sighed, writing the child's name on the certificate. \"Well,\" I told her regretfully, \"I have to admire your mother's work. She may not be much of a nurturing parent but she's a true artist of temptation. And also a genuinely evil Hell bitch.\"\n\nShe looked at me puzzled. \"I kinda knew that,\" she said.\n\n\"There's a special place in Hell for fathers who have sex with their underage daughters, isn't there?\"\n\nShe nodded. \"Yes... I've never seen it but I can tell that's true.\"\n\nI held up the birth certificate. \"Turns out... when I kissed you and made you mine forever, I made you my daughter. Lilith's idea of a joke. And one last grab to get me - well, both of us - firmly into Hell.\"\n\nI saw the desperate, betrayed look in her eyes, and plowed on. \"So... you're going to be living with me for the next eighteen years, and we're not going to boink even once. How's that for your mom being a genuine artist of temptation?\"\n\n\"... and a genuinely evil Hell bitch,\" she agreed, sitting down and pouting. \"Not even once? Seriously?\"\n\nThere was a long pause, as both of us thought curses in Lilith's general direction. She started snuffling and I put my arms around her trying to console her. Dangerous, but ... damnit, I needed some consolation too. \n\nFinally, she looked up. \"So,\" she said. \"What's my name, Daddy?\"\n\nHearing her use that word did weird things to my stomach. And my spine. And, well... yeah. Let's just say I felt it deeply. \"What else?\" I told her with a helpless shrug. \"I named you Chastity.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A young man is good friends with a female superhero. She wants to Upgrade to friends with benefits. He however does not want to risk theyre friendship, and is also concerned that the maigh accidentally breack him with her ludicrous strenght.
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"content": "Jeff kept track of reps. The numbers were getting absurd, but he kept counting. The woman doing the lifting kept her pace slow and steady, by did not seem to be having trouble with the weight.\n\nMost people would be too stunned to do much of anything. And considering she was probably one of the most powerful superheroes in the world, it was no wonder. Divinity lived up to her name in many ways. She inspired awe in the people to the point where some had begun treating her like a goddess. She was known throughout the world, and had worl leaders on speed dial. People went to incredible lengths for even a single glimpse of her in person.\n\nBut, to Jeff, she was just Kate. She was the girl who played games with him when nobody else would. The one who was always there when he needed a sympathetic ear. The one who had cried into his shoulder every time a relationship had ended, it a family member died. Even when she had finally told him about her powers, not much had changed.\n\n\"So, what am I up to?\" She asked suddenly.\n\n\"254. Getting tired yet?\"\n\n\"Nope. Not even close. I told you I could do this all day.\"\n\n\"Yeah, yeah, I know. To be fair, I thought the weight of an entire city would at least be some kind of challenge.\"\n\nShe smirked and swung her long, smooth legs over the side of the bench she had been laying on. She sat up and used one hand to press the super weight over her head like it was nothing.\n\n\"A challenge, huh?\" She said.\n\n\"You are just broken in so many ways, you know that.\"\n\n\"Damn right.\"\n\nShe set the bar down, and Jeff could see the crackle of electricity running along the absurdly large weight, making them even heavier. \n\n\"Okay, so finding a limit to your strength is useless. What else should we do?\"\n\n\"Well, I do have some ideas. Not sure if you'd agree to them though.\"\n\nKate leaned forward just a tiny bit. Jeff tried to keep his eyes off the hint of deep cleavage that presented him. It was hard though, considering how big she was in that department. \n\n\"Well, I figured we could help, uh, relieve some stress, if you know what I mean.\" She said with a wink of her vibrant green eye.\n\n\"Uh, no, I don't think I do. Street relief takes many forms, Kate.\"\n\n\"The kind that involves a bed and no clothes.\"\n\nJeff's mind ground to a screeching halt. He let a string of incoherent syllables as he tried desperately to regain a semblance of coherent thought.\n\n\"I, uh, I...\"\n\n\"Don't worry, we can keep it pretty casual, you know? Just a bit of fun and then go about our lives.\"\n\n\"Won't, uh, won't that make things awkward? I mean as friends, you know?\"\n\nKate shrugged. \"Why would it be? We've been having fun together for years. This is just another kind. And if you're embarrassed about something,\" her eyes slowly traced down his body, lingering on his crotch, \"don't be. Trust me, you've got as little to be embarrassed about as I do.\"\n\nThat was not what he was thinking about. Certainly none of his other partners had been complaining. \n\n\"I don't know, I've seen others that entered into this kind of arraignment. It out a strain on their friendship. I don't want that for us, you know?\"\n\n\"Aw, that's sweet. But it's also an excuse. A bad one. Come on, why are you really trying to turn down the hottest woman in the world?\"\n\nHe rubbed his arm and shifted his weight. \"I...I don't know if I should tell you.\"\n\n\"Oh come on, you can trust me. I promise I won't get mad with whatever you say. And you know I mean it. I'm a superhero, remember? That kind of thing comes with the territory.\"\n\n\"It... it's because of that.\" He said, pointing to her weights. \"I don't care that you're stronger than me. That's never mattered. What does matter is that if you get too, uh, excited, and lose control, I could be ground into a fine paste.\"\n\n\"Ah. I see. Yeah, I suppose that would be a problem, wouldn't it?\" Kate said, looking at the outrageous weights she lifted so casually. \"Yeah, I can see why you wouldn't want that. But it's fine, I promise. I have extensive practice with that sort of thing. And no, I don't just mean toys. You know I've been with guys before, and I haven't hurt any of them.\"\n\n\"Really?\" He raised an eyebrow and looked at her. She avoided his gaze.\n\n\"Well, maybe once or twice. But not in years! The only problem I have these days is that other women just don't stack up. In multiple ways.\" She puffed out her sizable chest as she spoke, clearly proud of her assets. \"Come on, I promise you'll like it. And no, I won't hurt you.\"\n\nShe slid off the weight bench and went to him. Her breasts gently pressed against him. That made it hard to think about much else.\n\n\"Come on, what do you have to lose?\"\n\nHis life, for one thing. His friend for another. But he had to admit, she made a compelling point. And Kate had been hard to argue before he knew she could throw buildings. She was definitely not going to let him go easily, that was for sure.\n\n\"Okay, fine. But if you feel something start to give, please stop and get me to a hospital.\"\n\nShe laughed. \"Can do, chief. And don't worry, pretty soon, you won't be thinking about that.\"\n\nHer plump lips met his in a kiss that was already fulfilling her promise. The way her tongue moved around his made him almost miss the fact that his feet were no longer touching the ground. He also did not care all that much. He just clung to her, wrapping his legs around her tiny waist. \n\nTo Jeff, appearing in Kate's bedroom seemed like teleporting, even though she has simply moved too fast for him to notice. Before he could blink, they were there. He was on the bed, and she was sitting over him. Her legs straddled him, keeping him from moving. Not that he wanted to.\n\nKate began ripping their clothes off like she was a child unwrapping a present. Jeff did not even have the chance to appreciate the sight of her naked body before she began. He gasped as he felt her slide onto his length, and lower herself onto him.\n\nIt felt like he was flying, especially when she began moving. The tightness of her inner walls was almost more than he could handle. He groaned as it felt like she had opened his mind and was directly touching his pleasure center. He barely even registered that he had started moving himself.\n\nKate cried out in joy as he probed her deepest places. Her face was flushed and her body writhed in pleasure as she rode him. His hands came out, grabbing her wide hips and perfectly rounded rear end. He used her invincible body to thrust deeper inside of her, drawing even more pleasure from both of them.\n\nHe lost track of time as each second heaped ecstacy upon him. Was it seconds? Minutes? Hours? He had no idea. But he did know when he had completed his task. Kate's eyes rolled back in her head and her mouth hung open in a wordless, orgasmic scream. He felt her juices flow down his legs, and he let lose his own fluids, unable to wait any longer. Kate's eyes fluttered as he exploded into her.\n\nThey remained like that for several seconds before she toppled. She landed next to him, draping her body over his. Both gasped for air and were coated with a faint layer of sweat. \n\n\"See?\" Kate said after she recovered her wits. \"I told you I wouldn't hurt you.\"\n\n\"Uh-huh.\" Jeff replied. It was the only thing he could bring himself to say.\n\n\"So? Do you have any problems with this arrangement now?\"\n\n\"No. None at all.\"\n\n\"Good. Because we're going to be doing that a lot.\"\n\nJeff took a moment to let that sink in. And the more he did, the more he was okay with it. Things in his life were about to get a lot more interesting."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: An energetic doggirl and seductive catgirl want their roommate to decide which type of animal girl is the better fuck.
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"content": "Write a story using this writing prompt: An energetic doggirl and seductive catgirl want their roommate to decide which type of animal girl is the better fuck."
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"content": "Jeremy stood dumbfounded, looking between his roommates. It was a fairly cheap house, split four ways. Rain pounded the outside of the abode, the occasional strobe of lightning lit the house from the large window behind him, thunder sounded in the distance. He had been sat on the couch, idly scrolling through one of the streaming services to find something good to watch when the pair had approached him. \"You want me... to decide which of you is the better fuck?\" \n\nCindy nodded eagerly. She was a doggirl, though perhaps wolfgirl was a more accurate term. The fur on her pointed ears and bushy tail was a dark gray, black at the tips. Her long hair was a similar color, and her eyes gleamed. She was thicker than their other roommate, enough to have a good pair of love handles on her hips. She was currently dressed in a tight sweater and yoga pants, leaving little of her outline to the imagination. Jeremy didn't think she particularly needed the layers for the warmth, given that he'd seen her walk around outside during the winter in short shorts and a tank top, but perhaps she wasn't as eager for this as her competition? \n\nJeremy broke from his reverie when Robin smirked, the motion bringing his eyes to her. Robin's green eyes fairly gleamed in the dim light as she stood in front of the television, likely a conscious decision on her part. She had placed a hand on her hip and pushed it to the side, accentuating her own womanly curves and helping to cover the fact that she was half a head shorter then either him or Cindy. The catgirl wasn't as well endowed as her doggirl roommate, her own tail was much sleeker and her fur was mottled orange, black and white in a calico pattern. She was wearing a short green dress, and, if Jeremy knew her at all, nothing underneath. Nevermind that Robin had tried to get him into bed a number of times, he hadn't been in a position to take her up on that offer before. Now, though...\n\nRobin had been the one to make the initial proposal, but Cindy barreled past her sultry tones to blurt out, \"We know you just broke up and everything, and we've heard you when you'd brought her over, and we both figured a good fuck would cheer you up, so we thought we'd make you choose which of us did it better!\" The catgirl shot her a look of annoyance, and if looks could kill... well, Jeremy wasn't looking to bury anyone today, so he held up his hands in surrender. \"Alright, alright. I'll be the judge in your little game here.\" He had nothing to lose, after all. Other then, perhaps, a night of sleep. He was already growing hard at the thought. Well, to be quite honest, he'd been hard since he'd seen the pair come out of their rooms to talk to him, a fact making itself quite apparent by the tent in his sweatpants.\n\nCindy almost leapt forward at his assent, bounding between his legs and stretching her arms out to his sides as she stared up at him from beside his crotch with those puppy dog eyes of hers. She gave his cloth covered rod a few small kisses as Robin languidly moved to his side, the much smaller catgirl stretching out beside him, before she moved to sit on the back of the couch, putting his head between her legs. Cindy used that opportunity to pull his pants down, revealing a lengthy cock that made the doggirl gasp in delight and the catgirl purr with excitement. What the doggirl lacked in technique, she made up for in sloppy enthusiasm, leaving wet kisses across his turgid shaft and swollen sac. Jeremy's hands reached behind her to grab lightly onto her ears, rubbing them softly between thumb and forefinger as Cindy began to take his cock into her mouth, and soon into her throat. He found it hard to keep control as she began to take him deeper, the doggirl gagging on his cock as he hit the back of her throat. Robin purred from behind his head, her warm thighs wrapping around his ears to lock her ankles at his waist. \"Cindy, dear, if you make Jeremy cum so soon, you won't get to fuck him.\" Her hands slowly scratched through his hair, almost a scalp massage, wonderfully relaxing. He couldn't help but think that the slight stickiness he felt at the back of his skull, and the slight grinding sensation, came from Robin's own arousal.\n\nThe purred threat brought his cock out of Cindy's throat as she came up for air with a shocked expression. \"But, but, I *want* to fuck him!\" The doggirl quickly clambered up to her feet, her ears leaving his hands with a whimper as she stripped off her sweater and tossed it aside. A wonderful pair of mammaries hung in front of his face for a moment before she turned around to take her yoga pants off. A heavily feminine scent became apparent as she continued stripping, her slit already well lubricated for him. Robin reached over to give the doggirl's ass a hard smack, setting it to jiggling and the doggirl's tail to wagging in Jeremy's face. He brought his own hands up to grip onto Cindy's hips as she turned, mounting him. That put him at head height with a pair of tits, and he latched his mouth onto one of them as Cindy lined his member up and slowly lowered herself onto his cock. One of his hands moved forward to circle her button, fast and hard as she began to bounce up and down on his rod, a chanting chorus of \"Fucks\" drowning out the incessant purring of the catgirl still locked around head. Cindy's yells were quickly stopped by Robin's application of a full kiss to the bouncing doggirl, the catgirl's hands driving Cindy down and forcing the doggirl to grind her hips into Jeremy's to get off as lightning flared and thunder crashed outside. \n\nJeremy felt his own climax rising, and the sudden clamping down of Cindy's already tight walls along with her muffled squeal into the catgirl's sinfully dextrous tongue was more than enough to finish him off. Warmth splattered inside the doggirl as he came inside of her, both of them breathing heavily in the aftermath. Cindy sank into him, pressing her breasts against his face as the pair recovered, and Robin purred encouragement and praise into their ears.\n\nJust then, the front door clicked unlocked, and was pushed open as their fourth roommate stumbled in, her broad frame silhouetted by the not-so-distant flashes of lightning. Bess looked up, the cowgirl somewhat confused for a moment before it dawned on her what the tangled pile of bodies on the couch meant. \"Ah hells, I thought you girls were going to wait for me to join in too?!\" Robin's eyes gleamed in the dim light as she grinned towards the cowgirl, \"I've got dibs on next. You can have him after I wring him dry.\"\n\n((Maybe not quite the full prompt, I went with a somewhat less adversarial idea. Any feedback is welcome!))"
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