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Write a story using this writing prompt: The last thing you expected when watching amateur porn videos was recognizing someone you knew. It seemed impossible, unlikely, unbelievable... but that really does look like your (friend/girlfriend/sister/girlfriend's sister). It wouldn't hurt to keep watching right? Just to make sure...
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"content": "John finished scrubbing the last of the terps off his fingers and ran a hand over his stubbled scalp. He rubbed warmth into his ears while glancing over the counter. He checked the floor and window sill but couldn’t find it. He dropped the keys on the hook noticing all the other hooks were bare. He stood silent for a moment and heard nothing. No clacking of a keyboard, no muffled music or bratty voice chatting away on her phone.\r \n“Could it be?” he said, opening the spare bedroom door to find her bed empty.\r \n“Suchlebleur! Finally a moment of peace!”\r \nHe dropped into his computer chair. 3 weeks! 3 damn weeks without a second alone. His fingers flitted across the keyboard… more hunt and peck.\r \n“P O R N H…. enter.”\r \nSkinny little 20 something dancing around all hours wearing barely nill to nothin, he would deal with it in the shower but she had no boundaries. Bursting in with a hand over her eyes like that made it ok. Honestly, how was the whole damn house not pent up by this point. He thought, because that's how long it took him to type ‘throatfuck’ into the search bar.\r \nHe would usually start with something more… log cabin… maybe something with a story but the man was in a hurry.\r \n‘Live cams now, want to watch these babes live?’ Appeared at the top of the page as the best search result.\r \n“Don’t mind if I do.”\r \nSeveral windows appeared at once.\r \n‘Singles near you?’ “Not looking for a girlfriend.” he said while closing it.\r \n‘AVG something something worms something’ “Not into weird shit sorry.” while closing option 2.\r \nA video played on it’s own.\r \n“That man has excellent taste in beanies!” he said while sitting back. Adverts flashed around the screen making him feel like he was in a casino but it wasn’t enough to distract his focussed mind.\r \nThe girl was gorgeous, perky ‘can I help you?’ breasts. Straight platinum blonde hair just… like… “Now now John, that’s kinda fucky.” he said.\r \nThe man had a smear of grease on the back of his hand and held a spanner like it was a wand… fucking idiot. “That’s imperial and the engine is german, assholes going to strip the bolts!”\r \n“Oh John, I fucking love your cock.” said the girl.\r \nComputers are getting too damn smart.\r \nHe sat, uh… imperial tool in hand, it was measured in inches afterall, watching the girl grin up… at…\r \n“Shit!”\r \nHe reached for the mouse but stopped short. That was his cock hand. He awkwardly tried to handle the mouse with his left hand as nancy… oh god… don’t look at nancy…\r \nShe took him into her throat like a champ!\r \nHe paused awkwardly, arms crossed as he stared into little Nancy’s eyes, cock in her throat, no gag reflex at all.\r \nThings uh… happened on their own at that part.\r \nHe grabbed the power cord and tugged just after hearing her say. “Oh fuck, now work on my engine!”\r \nHe sat in silence and his shame, regretting coming… regretting not seeing what ‘working on her engine’ entailed. Post nut clarity kicked in and he slipped off to the shower, jumping in fully clothed… minus a phone.\r \nDoors slammed, people shouted, silence was once again gone.\r \n“It’s ok John… people ain’t telepathic, nobody knows you did the dirty.”\r \n\\-\r \nJohn sat staring at the plate as Nancy plonked down 6 bags of Maccas on the table and started dragging out boxes of burgers, 2 on his plate and a double serving of large fries.\r \n“Thankyou.” he said without looking up, keeping every part of her out of his peripheral vision.\r \n“Howcome I don’t get 2?” asked Chris.\r \n“John always says thankyou.” said… her.\r \n“Oh John!”\r \nHe looked up on instinct, his eyes locking onto her lips as his face caught fire. “Y- yeah?”\r \n“I found your beanie in my car and one of your spanners.”\r \n“Sorry.” he said while trying to look at her eyes.\r \n“No, it’s my fault…” she said, emptying the paper cup of coke into his glass… the only glass on the table. “...I was going to ask you to work on my engine later.” she said with a gorgeous toothy grin.\r \nLord help me."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: he had moved in with his older muscular tomboy cousin after his ex kicked him out he told her how much of a pain in the ass she was than his cousin surprised him by taking her top off "I'm gonna show you how a real woman treats her man"
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"content": "Nate felt so embarrassed moving in with his cousin Jo. She was the only film he had within commuting range of his job. It was kind of odd thinking about living with Jo since she was five years older. Jo had babysat him and his sisters and he had to admit he had developed a crush on her years ago. It seemed so odd to him since she had such a masculine edge to her. How many boys develop a crush on the person that taught them how to shoot a gun?\n\n\nJo had her own house on the edge of town. She kept it clean and organized but just from looking at it you might think it was a bachelor's home. Wilderness paintings, movie posters, and sport memorabilia were the only decor. Once he got a peek in her bedroom and saw she even had framed posters with naked women adorning the walls and a neon beer sign in there.\n\n\nIt might feel exciting to move in with her if it wasn't for the circumstances. Nate had been dumped, humiliated and kicked out by his girlfriend. She never let him get his name on the lease. So kicking him to the curb proved very easy. \n\n\n\"Man, fuck her.\" Jo said as she shoved another beer in his hands and chugged her own. Nate admired the sight of Jo drinking frantically from the phallic bottle. \"So she made you wear rubber even though she was on the pill, never gave you a blow job, and only did it in missionary?\"\n\n\n\"Yeah…\" Nate was uncomfortable how sexual the discussion had gotten once she finished her first beer. \"She said the condom was to keep from making messes.\"\n\n\n\"Did your cum even touch her?\" Jo asked after a peel of snorting laughter.\n\n\n\"Once, when we started dating. She jerked me off and I came hard all over her face. That got her pretty pissed.\" Nate said shyly. Jo was rolling in laughter.\n\n\n\"You know what you need cuz?\" Jo asked as she stared him in the eye. Nate could only manage to shake his head. \"You need to be taught how a real woman treats a man.\" She peeled off her bulky hoodie and revealed her tight muscular form. Her sports bra was still on but Nate's attention didn't go to her tits right away. It went to her defined arms and chiseled abs. \"When was the last time you came in or on a woman?\" Her tone was serious and matter of fact.\n\n\n\"W-well, it's been years.\" Nate was as nervous as he had ever been. He trembled at the idea of getting inside such a powerful woman. Doubt filled his mind as to if he could handle it.\n\n\n\"Relax, Nate.\" She leaned forward and whispered it in his ear as her nimble hand pulled his dick from his shorts. \"Oh, this is a very nice penis.\" Her voice stayed a sultry whisper only inches from his ear. His shaft hardened with very little effort. \"I have a theory that people tend to bond better with people they cum on or in. People need to mark their territory.\"\n\n\nNate had no words as she got up and dropped to her knees in front of him. Without another word she swallowed his cock and laid her hands on his naked thighs. As she aggressively bobbed up and down his shaft her hands slid under his shirt and grabbed at his chest and abs. After a bit she withdrew her hands from under his shirt to massage his aching balls. \n\n\nSoon Nate started to feel his orgasim coming. \"Jo! I'm about to come.\" He squeaked at her as he tapped her shoulder. In response she sucked harder and looked him dead in the eyes as he came into her mouth. She hummed her throat causing it to vibrate around him as he relaxed. \n\n\n\"See, isn't that so much better?\" Jo asked as she licked him clean. \"From now on, I will jerk or blow you when I feel like it, but if you want the real prize you'll have to nut up and take what you want like a man.\" She got up and pulled down her sweatpants showing her muscular legs and her wet shaven pussy. Jo proceeded to straddle Nate and finger herself until she came on him. Nate was left stunned covered in the results of a gushing orgasim and staring at her toned ass as she walked away."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When a brash and competitive cat girl finds out that her friend is experiencing an unexpected mating rut, she takes draining him dry as a personal challenge...
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"content": "((Reusing a character from a previous prompt.))\n\n​\n\nJackie sauntered up to the large frat house, her orange and black tail poking out from below the baggy hoodie she was wearing. The door opened as she was ascending the steps, and she moved to the side as a much larger catboy threw another man out of the house, music pounding behind him. The tiger-striped catboy dusted his hands off then turned to the woman. \"Rod's a bit busy, Jackie. I know that's probably who you're here for, but he's not in fit shape to see anyone.\" The catgirl moved further up the stairs, getting in the larger man's space with a cheshire grin. \"And why would that be, Khan? He hasn't even messaged me in a week. You know how he gets. I bet he's moping in there because he hasn't seen his best girl. Besides, he owes me for a project I've been covering for him.\"\n\nKhan shook his head, holding his hands up to ask for peace. \"Look, he's in a rut. I can't, in good conscience, let you go see him. He's been in it for a few days, and it's being taken care of.\" He folded his arms at that, shaking his head. \"You're welcome to stick around for a bit, you know we love having you here, but you'll have to stay out of the attic.\" There was a manic glint in Jackie's eye that Khan was already feeling uncomfortable with, and he had the feeling he had already said too much to the catgirl.\n\nJackie's eyes widened as her voice raised, the accusations flying fast as her hackles raised in anger. \"You put him in the *attic?* The minotaur? In the *attic?* Let me guess, you're treating him with cold showers and porno mags instead of letting him get his rocks off. You absolute idiots, I bet Rod was even the one to put you up to that, even though he knows *damn well* that isn't how it works. I am going up there,\" she punctuated her words with a clawed finger poking into Khan's chest, \"And. You. Can't. Stop. Me. And you *shouldn't.* Idiots.\" Khan stood, mouth agape, as the catgirl stormed past him, her tail and ears up in anger, the tail lifting the back of her hoodie to reveal a pair of short shorts. She strode to the stairs, passing a group of the frat's members, most of whom pretended not to notice her after her altercation with Khan. She reached the top of the stairs before Khan's voice called up to her. \"Hey, Jackie. Just, uh, let me know when you're done, alright? I'll be up all night anyways, have a paper due, I'll make sure you get back home.\" The catgirl looked back just long enough to give him an angry nod, before making her way to the attic. Khan sank into one of the couches in the main room with a defeated sigh.\n\nThe trapdoor opened and the attic ladder came down as Jackie pulled on the string on the upper floor. She hopped up the ladder quickly, pulling it pack up behind her as her eyes adjusted to the relative dark of the attic. This wasn't her first time in the space, given how often she was over here to hang out with Rod, and the attic's usual use as a smoke room and storage space. Many of the stored boxes had been moved out of the way to allow space for a relatively small bed, considering the size of the man in it. The minotaur slept for the moment, but given the heavy breathing it couldn't have been restful. She could see the tent in the blanket from here... and it made her question the wisdom of what she was doing. But she'd be damned if she gave up just because he was thick enough to break her in two. She'd have to be careful. The catgirl slowly, sliently stripped in the darkness, pulling off her hoodie and shorts. A trail of feminine lubrication followed her shorts, shimmering to her eyes, and her scent filled the air. She wasn't small, quite the opposite. Nice, perky tits, a firm butt, well-toned calves, thick thighs, and standing just short of six feet tall. The minotaur in her sights made her look small. His feet hung over the edge of the bed, and his muscular frame filled the bed as he lay on his back. His horns, typically kept short for football season, currently extended a foot from either side of his head. He began to take deep, searching breaths as she crept up to him.\n\nHis eyes widened as Jackie threw the blanket off, finally getting a good eyeful of his body. The confused man began to sit up before Jackie threw her legs over his, straddling his legs and pressing his large cock between the two of them. She grabbed his horns and brought him in close to her. \"You thought I wouldn't hear about this, Rod? You think you can just hide up here for a week?\" Poor Rod had very little chance to form a response before she pulled him in for a hard kiss on the lips, her tongue dancing over his. He brought his arms up to wrap around the catgirl, his hips thrusting needfully, his member rubbing between her legs and across her abs. She broke off the kiss with a smirk. \"You've got it bad, don't you?\" Her breath was hot on his skin as she leaned over to whisper in his ear. \"Do your worst, big boy. Fuck me, and make it loud so all those assholes below us can hear it.\" Rod's eyes began to glaze over as Jackie lifted her hips to rub his cock between her legs, giving a much needed layer of lubrication to the bitch-breaker that she intended to claim as hers. \n\nIt didn't take long for the minotaur to take charge. With a lustful roar, he picked Jackie and stood, laying her back down on the bed before lining himself up with her slit. The bed shuddered as he pushed into her, Jackie's moans sounding in his ear. She wrapped her legs around him as he began to fuck her in earnest, shouting encouragement as her own eyes began to roll back from the sensation of being filled to the brim by his girthy rod as the meaty slap of flesh on flesh filled the air. The music below them became louder as someone attempted to drown out the sounds of the pair in the attic. Another thrust and a bestial roar, and Jackie could feel his warmth shooting into her, filling her up as her lower body clamped down around him, striving to prevent him from leaving her overworked hole. Alas, it was not to be as Rod pulled out, a few stray ropes blasting out over her waist and the underside of her breasts as he disentangled himself from her. She blinked in confusion before he picked her up once again, causing the catgirl to yelp. This time he pushed her face into the bed as she raised her rump in the air, her tail tickling across his chest as he pounded her ass into the bed. Her hands clenched the bedsheet, need washing over her as the pair continued into the night...\n\nEarly morning rays shone through the curtains as Jackie slowly descended down the stairs with a satisfied grin. Khan was the only one still awake in the kitchen, the coffee pot slowly refilling as he worked on finishing his paper. He looked up as the catgirl made it to the bottom of the stairs and staggered slightly. \"You want to take a shower before I take you home? I think you may be the only one who's gotten less sleep then me.\" Jackie shook her head, her voice rough from the shouting of the previous night, though filled with wry amusement. \"I'd like to get back to the girls. Besides, I've seen your showers. They're more cumstained then I am right now.\" The tigerboy just laughed at that, saving his work and closing his laptop as he filled up a pair of travel mugs for them before taking Jackie home."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: His wealthy Futa GF agreed to marry him if he became her maid for a while, dress and all. But every time they have sex and she cums inside, he finds himself becoming more feminine. And now, she's talking about having kids!
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"content": "\"Yes, yes a thousand times, yes!\" Jessica squealed. I got off my knee and went to put the ring I saved up months for onto her hand, but she stopped me. \"I do want to marry you, Charlie, but...\" She paused, \"I need to be honest about what I need, I need a stay at home wife, with my firm taking off I need someone to make sure house and home are taken care of.\"\n\n\n\nI sighed and let out a small chuckle. I imagined so much worse when she said but. \"I might not be able to do the wife part, but Jess, I'd love to take care of you and our home.\" I replied happily.\n\n\n\nI looked up into her beautiful blue eyes, she was a couple inches taller than my 5'5\" frame, but that never bothered either of us. She kissed me, her soft supple lips feeling amazing as always.\n\n\n\nIt was our 1 year anniversary, and I had cooked her a meal at my tiny apartment. I was just a customer support agent for a bank so I didn't make much. Jess was running her own tech company that she started 4 years ago and was starting to take global. I knew a stay at home husband was in the cards for me, I liked to cook and had no issues cleaning. Plus my tiny income wouldn't be much of an add to hers anyways.\n\n\n\nJess had said she wanted to wait for a commitment before doing anything sexually, and waiting for someone as beautiful as her made it no problem to me.\n\n\n\nThe next morning she brought me over to her apartment, it was a massive two story penthouse that overlooked the city. I could get used to living here.\n\n\n\n\"As I said last night, I do need someone to help take care of things, and I just need to know you're committed.\" Jessica said, interrupting my gaze out of the window.\n\n\n\nI turned towards her and saw a classic French maid outfit. I laughed, knowing Jess this was very on brand for her humour. I stopped quickly when I saw she wasn't laughing. \"I'm serious Charlie, I need to know you're committed.\" she said sternly.\n\n\n\n\"You're right, I'm sorry Jess, I'm committed, I'll put it on.\" I replied. If she wanted to take this joke farther, I was game, there's usually a great payoff when she does. I imagined her wearing this outfit for me as a thank you. Jessica's long blonde hair done in a braid beneath the headband, her large D cup chest bursting out the top, her bubble butt peeking out underneath the too short skirt. I quickly grabbed it and moved to the spacious bedroom with a large king bed to put it on.\n\n\n\nLaying the outfit down on the bed I saw there were two pieces. The outfit and a thong. 'She is gonna look amazing in this' I thought. I took off my baggy jeans and hoodie and put on the thong and uniform. My crotch and butt peaked out slightly below the skirt as I looked in the mirror. My short brown hair looked very out of place with the headband,but I ignored it. My stick of a body didn't fit the chest well, with the amount of room available it was definitely meant for someone with a large chest, probably Jess's size. And my flat ass did nothing to show the skirt or thong well, but I didn't care. We'd have a great laugh about this in a minute.\n\n\n\nI left the bedroom and went back to the hall and yelled \"Ta da!\".\n\n\n\nShe walked up to me with a serious look on her face, reviewed the outfit and then nodded. \"Yep, this should do nicely. Now, I've gotta head to work, here's a list of things to get to.\" As she handed me a piece of paper. \"Don't take off the outfit or I'll see it on the cameras, and I'll be back for dinner. Thanks, baby.\" She kissed me on the cheek and walked out the door, leaving me dumb struck.\n\n\n\n\"What just happened?\" I asked myself aloud.\n\n\nThe day passed and I stayed in the outfit, it wasn't too bad actually. I cleaned up a number of rooms, got dinner prepared and even made her lunch for tomorrow. I got to the last two items which were stated after a line for when she got home.\n-Draw me a bubble bath\n-Cock cleaning\nThat last line is why I stuck to the outfit, I knew there was gonna be a reward for me.\n\n\n\nAfter Jessica got home, gave me a big kiss, she went to check on my days progress while I drew the bath. She told me to give her 10 minutes to relax then join her in the bathroom and I could lose the outfit now. I stripped instantly once she walked through the door, my cock swelled to its 5\" length. I watched the clock like a hawk the whole time and the second 10 minutes were up, I barged right in. Jess was laying back in the tub, her body covered by the bubbles.\n\n\n\n\"I'm here for the cock cleaning, mistress.\" trying to take both a sexual and jokey tone.\n\n\n\n\"Oh, perfect timing, baby.\" Jess responded as she stood up. Finally I got to see her large perky tits, better than I had even imagined with no sag for their large size somehow. Her flat and toned stomach looked even better than I had seen it with the slight sheen of the water. Then I stopped. Between her two delicious thighs was a foot long monstrously thick rock hard cock and below it two weighty balls.\n\n\n\n\"I. But. You. How?\" I stammered out. I had seen her in tons of tight pants and even leggings, where could she have even stored such a thing.\n\n\n\nJess grabbed my hand and put it on the behemoth. \"It'll be easier to clean in the tub, baby.\" As she pulled my dazed body into the tub with her.\n\n\n\nWith a slight push I was on my knees, both hands on her cock. HER COCK. Staring at it in my face. In a trance, I started to clean it. It ended up as a weird but slow hand job, but Jessica kelt praising me for it throughout. Eventually, she gave a heavy groan and large spurts of cum erupted from her. Coating my face and hair. A little bit got in my mouth and it actually tasted sweet unlike my cum.\n\n\n\n\"Oh god, baby, that's exactly what I need after a long day. Your hands felt magical.\" she sighed out. \"Clean yourself up and then get dinner started while I finish up some emails.\"\n\n\n\nI don't even know what happened the rest of the night, but I did end up naked in bed with her, her large but thankfully soft cock pressed against my ass as we fell asleep.\n\n\n\n\nThe week went fairly similar to the first day, I'd do chores around the house in the maid outfit, I was allowed to change to go outside the house for errands and groceries, she'd come home. I'd join her in the bath, and then \"clean her cock\" until she erupted all over me. I couldn't be sure, but my face felt smoother somehow after that week and my hair was shinier and longer than it should have been.\n\n\n\nThe weekend with Jess was magical, we went on tours through the museums and galleries of our city, had a wonderful meal out, and even danced the night away at a club. She was in a short dress at the club and if you didn't know about her foot long pole, you'd never know what she was packing.\n\n\n\nMonday came and went as I was cleaning Jess's cock, it was taking longer than usual, much longer. She claimed it was a stressful day, I worried it was me not doing a good job. Finally she stopped my strokes and asked me, \"Baby, could you add your mouth for a bit, just to help move things along?\". I nervously gulped and nodded in response. 'Why not? I loved her, all of her, I've already played with it a ton, what's the difference if it's in my mouth?' I thought to myself.\n\n\nSlowly I engulfed the head, which was a hard task due to the thickness, my fingers struggled to wrap around it. I slowly started bobbing my head up and down taking more and more in. I couldn't even get halfway before choking though. It was tough, and my jaw was sore but eventually I got the same grunts telling me she was about to cum. I went to pull off my mouth and she moved her hands to the back of my head as she held the tip in my mouth. Her massive spurts filled my mouth quickly as I swallowed as fast as I could to not choke.\n\n\n\"That was perfect baby, thank you.\" she said gratefully as she rubbed my face.\n\n\nThe week went like the last one, just with more usage of my mouth each night instead of just my hands. I got almost 8 inches in my front on Friday, Jess said she was proud of me for it. On the weekend Jessica got me some new clothes, she claimed my jeans didn't fit well anymore and she was right. My ass had started to swell a bit, I guess all those meals I had been cooking had started to finally put some weight on me, I had noticed some swelling on my chest too, but once again it had to be the weight gain."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Going against their demonic nature, a succu us and incubus have entered into a monogamous relationship. Neither wants to cheat, but they still need to consume human lust. Luckily their bisexual friend is always willing to "donate".
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"content": "Humans are interesting creatures, or maybe because we rely on their lust we are forced to find them interesting when they're ultimately not? I don't know, and really I don't care, thinking about such problems takes away the time better spent pegging my succubus boyfriend, Simon. Yes, that's right, he's a bottom, so he's a succubus.\n\nWhat about genitals you say? Well it depends on my mood, and mine his. Sometimes he wants to get pegged by a glass strap-on, in that case a penis would get in the way as I would inevitably get hard as I hear him moan. So in those cases I would choose a pussy or something more ambiguous. Sometimes he desires something more fleshy, so he gets the d. If we do cowgirl style, well, we do it exactly how it says on the tin, I ride his cock. But if we do my favourite position, missionary (yes I'm boring, sue me) I get to dick him down as I play with his giant clit, he likes to make them big. Ok, sometimes we mix it up, but generally it goes as stated above.\n\nI'm getting off topic, we have this friend Tiffany. We're monogamous but we need human lust so we use Tiffany. We started doing threesomes, but those make us uncomfortable. We have no moral objections, and I'm envious of our friend because she really enjoys them and I do hope she has the best threesomes possible. But she's very considerate, very humane. Knowing that threesomes made us uncomfortable she suggested that she could just watch. Somehow, this increased the amount of lust that came from her\n\nIt's a special day tonight, Tiffany gets to chooses everything down to our genitals. What's that? I said our partner gets to choose what our genital are? Look, that's generally the case but once every month Tiffany gets to choose.\n\nAnyway, so last time she requested frottage, so we rubbed our dicks together as she watched and masturbated. It seems like most of the cum ended up in my cleavage, I guess that's another con of having double d's. Maybe she'll go the opposite way tonight and suggest scissoring. I kind of doubt it though, she's not big on symmetry. She likes to think she's unpredictable, but she isn't She definitely has a preference for anal. She like it when we both have cocks for it, as she likes to watch my boyfriend get hard merely from prostate simulation. Have that unobstructed view as he starts to leak pre-cum and then ejaculate. He somehow always gets cum on my tits even when I do him from behind, especially when I do him from behind. But what particularly cause Tiffany's lust to spike is when I show her the anal creampie that I make. I don't blame her, he has a cute ass and the semen adds a certain *je ne sais quoi.*\n\nMy boyfriend's favourite Tiffany request was when she had me do him in the cowgirl position and then sit on his face. Tiffany was initially disappointed as most of Simon semen ended up on his chest and chin but not in his mouth. But it was all forgiven as she got to watch me lick it up. I showed her that I collected it all in my mouth and the lust exuded from her pores as she begged me to snowball Simon. She promised to make us breakfast in bed so that's what I did. That breakfast the next morning was the best! She got like the thickest cut bacon she could find, served it with some sourdough bread from the bakery down the street. Runny soft boiled eggs. Oh and homemade blood pudding, because as she said, \"'cause you're demons and it seemed apropos.\"\n\nWhat's my favourite? Well my favourite's quite tame I'm afraid. Tiffany request pet play and that gave me an excuse to heap bundles of praise on Simon. She requested for Simon to have a pussy. Tiffany specifically wanted to see his body convulse as he went through multiple orgasms. She request for me to have a dick but I didn't really use it much that session, mostly stuck to my fingers and tongue. Also Simon was wearing a remote-controlled vibrator so that I could award him for being a 'good boy' and Simon is always a good boy is it was constantly on. Then at some point Simon sucked me off, which was mildly annoying as I already set the vibrator up to the max vibration and I had to think of another way to reward him. So when I got hard again I put on a vibrating cock ring and fucked him doggy style. Ok, I did get some use out of the dick but after that we were spent and fell asleep on the floor. We awoke once again to smell of breakfast.\n\nHonestly I'm not sure what's the best part of the days when Tiffany chooses. She always thinks up the wildest sex scenarios. But she also makes the best breakfasts, so what's better? Ask me tommorrow, I might be able to answer then."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A punk / goth girl was rescued from stepford wife brainwashing, but not before they'd implanted irresistible compulsions for her to cook elaborately and cranked her sex drive through the roof. This made it a bit awkward reintegrating with her friends...
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"content": "Perhaps she's got other quirks implanted from her incomplete conditioning, like now she dresses as a goth or punk housewife or can't stop wearing skirts at any rate. Maybe she can't swear anymore, despite fully intending to, etc. Lots of fun ways to go.\r \n\r \nAbigale looked around her two room apartment and felt satisfied that the Hors D'oeuvres, boiled eggs sliced length wise with bacon topped with cheese and deviled egg puree all skewered with a tooth pick, sat on a makeshift aluminum foil platter. She tsk-tsk'd that the food was on the counter top between the stove and sink. \"Oh well,\" she shrugged turning to answer the knock at the door.\r \n\r \n\"Oh! Sarah!\" Abi squealed, \"Just look at you!\" She pulled her friend with a twirl into the room. Sarah's croptop nervina t-shirt twirled more than the black and red plaid miniskirt. The women twisted into a hug as Sarah grappled to keep her balance when her four inch platform shoe clipped the floor awkwardly. \r \n\r \n\"What the Hell Abi!\" She said looking up from the surprised dip.\r \n\r \n\"Have you lost weight? You're so light.\"\r \n\r \n\"Happens when you haven't eaten.\"\r \n\r \n\"Ooo goodie, look,\" she flipped up Sarah into a two step twirl to stand before the makeshift platter. \"Help yourself.\"\r \n\r \n\"Holy Shit! Those look amazing!\" burbled out before she shoved one then another 'egg sandwich' in her pie hole. She asked around a mouthful, \"How!?\"\r \n\r \n\"Oh, those are simple, you know, boiled a few eggs, mixed up the pate, cooked a few strips of bacon. You know, someone else made the cheese,\" she punctuated the small joke with a short giggle. \"Here,\" she pushed a glass of red wine into her hand before turning to answer the next knock.\r \n\r \n\"Emma!\" she drew out the last syllable into a moan.\r \n\r \n\"I wish you'd stop that.\"\r \n\r \n\"No, I love your name.\" again she drew out the last of the Mmm. \"I wish my lovers could moan my name.\"\r \n\r \n\"It's not all that.\" Her voice trailed behind as she strolled into the kitchen section of the room. Abigail looked at her friends, one in a skirt the other in cargo pants and shook her head. \r \n\r \nThe door pushed back as she was closing it. Madison rushed in billowing her skirt and long brown hair rhythmically swayed in waves. The bathroom door slammed behind her. The other three stood looking at each other in silence only to erupt into cheers as they heard the repeated splashes. \r \nEmma tilted her head and winked saying, \"Time to reload.\" She made a sweeping gesture toward the little sandwiches. Madison made a line to the wine bottle, up ending it, drinking straight from the bottle. \r \n\r \nThe bottle came down with question, \"What the fuck was it like there?\"\r \n\r \n\"Oh gosh, it was horrible. The pinheads, well by golly had me in deprivation tank most days blasting repetitive mantras at me.\"\r \n\r \nSarah chimed in, \"Gosh, by golly, what the fuck Abi?\"\r \n\r \nAbi shrugged moving her black spaghetti croptop across her hard braless nipples. \"What?\"\r \n\r \n\"The food too!\" Madison pointed out, \"Jesus! it's delicious. Did they, um...\" she trailed off searching for the word.\r \n\r \n\"brainwash you?\" Emma completed for her.\r \n\r \n\"No, just, you know, food should look good and taste good. That's all.\"\r \n\r \n\"Bullshit chick,\" Sarah countered, \"You were lucky to make cereal before you were abducted.\"\r \n\r \n\"No, I made stuff before.\"\r \n\r \nThe other three guffawed, Emma began choking. She held out her hand until she was back under control. \"I call bullshit.\"\r \n\r \n\"Look,\" Abi said moving to the stove. She pulled out the pan. \"Then explain,\" she said pulling off the cover, \"This!\" to reveal a pot roast on a bed of potatos and carrots and celery.\r \n\r \n\"OH FUCK!\" Emma shouted, \"That smells so good!\"\r \n\r \n\"All of you trollops didn't give me a chance to plate it for you. Now, Sit down. No, stop! not out of the pan. It needs to rest!\" They all had forks and digging into the meat. Madison had forked a bit of potato and carrot. \"Fine, go ahead slobs.\" Abigale took the two steps to the table and sat demurely with her legs crossed under her short circle skirt with her strapless wedge heel sandal dangling off her toes. A grin spread across her face seeing the nearly empty platter of hor d'ourves next to them.\r \n\r \nOne by one, they came to sit at the table with her. Only then did she get up to make her own plate. She sat down with slices of the roast on one side, veggies on the other separated with fresh line of garnished parsley. Knife in one hand, fork in the other, she put on a show of utensil usage with each dainty bite. The other three recorded her slight smile as she chewed with their phones directed at her. Abigale inhaled and exhaled dramatically with a little arch of her back flaunting her breasts under the thin fabric.\r \n\r \n\"Animals,\" She sighed, \"I swear, you all need a good paddling.\" Sarah wiggled in her chair and diverted her eyes. Madison was biting her lower lip while Emma stared defiantly back at her.\r \n\r \nMadison chipped, \"Emma would like it too much.\"\r \n\r \n\"And you wouldn't,\" Sarah giggled.\r \n\r \nEmma asked seriously, \"Did they spank you there?\"\r \n\r \n\"Dear Me! No.\" Abigale swallowed hard, \"Maybe.\"\r \n\r \n\"What else did they do to you there?\" Sarah and Madison said in unison.\r \n\r \n\"Rules, lots of rules. Not so different than dressing goth I guess. All that costume jewelry, just look, you're all wearing different stuff, but in the same style. Emma! You're dressed more like a guy, like where hell are your breasts?\" she covered her mouth realizing she said 'hell'. \"You have lovely boobies somewhere under that button down thing.\"\r \n\r \n\"Well, you might as well not be wearing that,\" Emma spat out in the direction down her arm pointing at Abigale's nearly there croptop.\r \n\r \n\"You think so?\" She crossed her arms with her hands on her shoulders to slide the very thin straps off of them. She sat there, shirt around her waist topless. Abigale closed her eyes and breathed in deeply jutting out her pale pink areolas that faded into the color of her D-cup breasts. The blush spread from her cheeks down her neck to bloom across her chest. \"Olivia! Play Adam & the Ants goody two shoe cover!\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Your crush came to the lingerie store you worked at and was asking you advice on the perfect gift for his girlfriend. To help stimulate his decision making, you decided to show him what you were wearing and asked if there were any other options he was interested in seeing you try on
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"content": "Work was boring. Katie thought working in a lingerie shop would be more interesting, but it was just another retail job. She got screaming women, annoying teens and all the other problems other wage slaves got. Although she did have the added complication of creepy guys staring at her, but that was normal for her daily life.\n\nAlthough at that moment, she would have taken any of the problem customers. It would be better than no customers at all. She wished she could use her phone on the job at times like this, but no. She just had to find ways to entertain herself. \n\nSuddenly, she heard the electronic ring that signalled a customer. She immediately stood up straight and put on her best customer service smile. When she saw the customer though, she wanted to duck and hide. Why was Todd of all people here? \n\nShe was not sure if she could deal with the temptation of Todd at work. Not that he would do anything. He was too nice. Too gentle despite his big, strong...she shook her head and chastised herself. No thinking about him like that. It was time to work. Besides, he already had a girlfriend. A girlfriend who was all wrong for him in every way. Everyone knew Sally was a royal bitch, except Todd apparently. He should be with her! Besides, she was way hotter than Sally. She could do things to Todd that the stuck up little...She shook her head again. \n\n'No! Bad Katie!' She thought to herself.\n\n\"Katie?\" Todd said noticing her behind the counter.\n\n\"O-oh, hey, Todd.\" She said. \"I, uh, I never expected to see you here.\"\n\nHe rubbed the back on his head. Katie couldn't help but look at the way his sleeve tightened. \n\n\"Yeah, well, Sally's birthday is coming up soon, and I want to get her something. Something we'll, uh, we'll both enjoy if you catch my drift.\"\n\n\"Ah. Yeah, I think I got it.\" She did not want to though. She wanted to be the one modeling underwear for him. She wanted him to look at her...\n\nAnd then an idea came to her. Maybe she could make that happen. They were in the perfect place, really. She could use the changing rooms in the back and give him an excuse. Something about live models. Plus, she could show off just how much hotter she was than Sally. It was perfect!\n\n\"So, uh, a birthday present huh?\" She said. \"Got any ideas?\"\n\n\"Uh...no. Not a one. I don't know enough about lingerie to pick anything good. I have her sizes, but I don't know much else.\"\n\n\"Okay, let me see them.\" He handed her a note. 34C-25-36. Not bad, she supposed. Not nearly a match for Katie's 38DD-24-38 figure though. \"Hm, well, we definitely don't have a shortage of things for her in those sizes. How about style?\"\n\n\"No clue. Sorry.\"\n\n\"No, no. Don't worry about it. Hm, let's see. How about I act as a sort of live model? You can pick out stuff you think look good, and I can display them. You know, see if you like the style.\"\n\n\"Uh, I... don't know if that's a good idea.\" He said, blushing slightly.\n\n\"Oh, come on, Todd. It's just the two of us in the store, and we have changing rooms. What's the worst that could happen?\" Maybe he would be so turned on that he would dump Sally immediately.\n\n\"Fine. Yeah, I guess that's as good an idea as I'll ever have.\"\n\n\"Great. Let's start with what I have on now and you can pick out later. Don't worry, it's all stuff we have in the store.\"\n\nShe led him to the back, away from prying eyes. She sat him on one of the waiting benches and began. She was tempted to turn it into a big thing. Maybe a full blown strip tease. But that would raise his defenses too much. So, she went simple. She just too her shirt and pants off. She wore a lacy white bra and matching panties. Nothing special, but in her?\n\nShe could see Todd shifting uncomfortably as he looked at her. Particularly his legs. Perfect! She spun, showing how the material clung her her tight, damn near perfect bubble butt.\n\n\"Pretty basic, but it works. Probably not what you wanted for this occasion, right?\" She asked, turning back to face him.\n\n\"Uh, y-yeah. I, uh, I'll go pick something else out.\"\n\nHe stood and bolted into the store. He took several minutes to get back to her. He had a few options with him. Katie looked them over. None of them would fit her, and she might even break one of them. Perfect. She would save that one for last. It would come out of her paycheck, but it would be so worth it.\n\n\"Okay, let's see.\" She went and and changed into a black and red number. She came out and watched as his face turned red. \"This is a decent one. A little basic, but it's got that classic appeal. Can't go wrong, really.\" She spun and twisted a few times, to show off the \"product\". But she had to move on.\n\nThe next one was a spicy little number that caused Todd's pants to stretch almost as much as she was stretching out the bra. The third was the grand finale though. A red thong with a bra that would only not do much for anyone over a B cup, even though it was labeled as a decently sized C. \n\n\"Okay, this one's a little tight.\" She said, coming out after stuffing herself into it. It was actually painful to wear. \"But you get the idea, right? It's pretty much the ultimate 'look at my boobs' bra.\"\n\n\"I, uh...\" He squirmed, trying to hide the tent in his pants. \n\nKatie took the chance. She took a deep breath and SNAP. She let it fall, then stood there, feigning wide eyed shock. She let out a yelp and covered herself with her hands. But not before Todd had gotten an eyeful of her miracle twins.\n\n\"I...I, uh.\" Todd stammered. \"I didn't...I don't...\"\n\n\"Not your fault, really.\" Katie said, \"I should've warned you about the size before I put it on. I just thought I'd be in and out of that one quick enough that it wouldn't matter.\"\n\n\"I... I'll go while you change.\"\n\n\"Wait!\"\n\nHe stayed, but avoided looking at her. At least, he tried to avoid looking at her.\n\n\"I'm kind of curious. How to I compare to Sally?\" The ultimate loaded question. They both knew there was no comparison.\n\n\"Uh... you're really pretty and, uh, have quite the figure and...stuff.\" he said.\n\n\"Oh. I see.\" She pretended to be a little sad, acting like he meant Sally was still better. Inside, she was ecstatic. He would be hers. He had seen her almost naked. There was no way a guy could resist her charms. \"Why don't I get dressed and you can pick which one you like best from there. I'll make sure you get the right sizes for Sally.\"\n\n\"Uh, right, thanks.\" Todd said. He got up, walking with a noticable hunch, and made his way quickly out of the changing area. \n\nKatie did not put her regular bar back on, and instead slipped it into a little hiding place she could store it until he left. Then she put her clothes back on. She made sure he would be able to see that she was braless before she left.\n\nTodd would be his. Not today, and not soon. But he would. She was just too perfect for him. And today, she had taken the first step to prove it. Now she just had to come up with the next step."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She was worried that her friends' wives would feel insecure about the way she hung out with their husbands on "boys nights". She did not expect them to insist that their husbands get to fuck her... or that the idea would somehow turn her on so much.
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"content": "\rMarilyn's friends watched as she wrote down her prediction on a slip of paper, then turned their attention back to their husbands' poker game with great interest. Bill bet, Roger folded, and then Tony raised. Bill thought for a bit, and then folded. Marilyn opened up her paper to show the wives: \\*Bill bets, Roger folds, and Tony raises. Bill will either call and win, or fold and lose. Tony will be bluffing.\\* As Tony raked in the chips, his wife Jen innocently asked, \"Good job honey! Did you have the flush?\" Tony flipped over his cards, showing a busted straight. He was, indeed, bluffing. Bill slammed his hand on the table, indicating he had folded a better hand.\r \n\r \nHowls of laughter echoed through the den, and the men were too immersed in their poker game to note the equivalent squeals of amazement from their wives, looking over from the kitchen. Marilyn bowed with a grand flourish, while her friends gawked with amazement.\r \n\r \n\"You should play with them, Mar,\" Jen giggled. \"Show them how the game is really played.\"\r \n\r \n\"Not a chance!\" Brenda protested. \"Bill already loses enough money in these games.\"\r \n\r \n\"Well, you could always play strip poker with them,\" offered Cheryl.\r \n\r \nThe other women stared, bug-eyed, at Cheryl.\r \n\r \n\"I'm serious,\" Cheryl said, shrugging. \"Roger thinks you're hot, Mar. I caught him jerking off to your Insta the other day.\"\r \n\r \n\"The bikini pic from Saturday?\" asked Brenda, incredulously. \"Bill saved it to his pornerpoint presentation.\" Sensing her friends' confusion, she explained, \"He saves porn and these sketchy pics from the Internet in this Powerpoint presentation called '2018 Taxes'. Like I can't figure out that a 300 megabyte file last updated in 2022 isn't really about taxes.\"\r \n\r \nThe whole group laughed, before Jen confessed rather somberly. \"Tony's been chatting up escorts.\" The women all rushed to comfort her as she continued, \"I know things haven't been the greatest between us, but part of me actually wants to let him. You know, it's been almost 7 years, and I know he's frustrated because we always do the same things. I'd so much rather he just do it with someone I know who won't rob him, or give him the clap.\"\r \n\r \n\"Oh, God,\" Brenda sighed. \"Wouldn't that be lovely? We'd just trade our husbands around and we'd know who they were fucking.\"\r \n\r \n\"Absolutely not,\" laughed Cheryl. \"I'm happy with the amount of sex I have now. Maybe we could, y'know, pitch in and get our husbands to fuck the same hooker. We'd screen them, we'd lay out the ground rules, and there wouldn't be any surprises.\"\r \n\r \n\"Or,\" Jen demured, \"Maybe Marilyn wants to make a few hundred bucks? I mean, she's always complaining about how it's hard to find men who aren't total pricks. And she knows how to follow rules. Plus, we wouldn't even have to tell our husbands. She'd join the poker game, clean 'em out, and we'd throw in another $500. It'd be, like $1,000 a night, and at least we'd know who they were fucking.\"\r \n\r \nThe idea gained traction immediately, with Marilyn being, surprisingly, the most reluctant. Her three married friends were practically throwing money at her to gangbang their husbands, and she was sopping wet. They told her to think about it, and she went home and masturbated furiously just thinking about it.\r \n\r \nThe next week, Jen, Brenda, and Cheryl hugged Marilyn as they headed out to \"some MLM thing for married women.\" The three wives pretended to be apologetic to their husbands for \"forcing\" them to let Marilyn play poker with them.\r \n\r \nAn hour after they left, Marilyn already had all the chips, and she had switched the game to strip poker. Two hours after they left, Marilyn was bent over the couch, a pizza delivery guy rolling on a condom because he didn't want sloppy seconds. Three hours after they left, Marilyn was coaxing the last bit of cum from her friends' husbands' cocks, watching them collapse onto the sofa as they emptied their third loads into her. She hopped into the shower, washed all the cum out of her hair, and collected her money from the gentlemen. Four hours after they left, the married women returned from the bar to find their husbands passed out on the couch.\r \n\r \n\"How was the game, honey? You guys weren't too rough on poor little Mar, were you?\" The men mumbled something from their multiple orgasm-induced comas about how it was fine, and Marilyn went home early. The den smelled like cum and air freshener. \r \n\r \nThe women smiled knowingly at each other. They knew they'd get the full story from Marilyn later."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "Mom said to keep you out of trouble while we're on vacation, so I'm going to tell all the girls you're taken. If you really need to get off that badly, then you can use me, I guess..." Even though they were both adults, his hot step sister still ended up babysitting him...
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"content": "“Hi, I’m Trouble,” the girl told Sarah’s step-brother. Okay, maybe that’s not what she said, but that’s what she meant. Mason had a bad habit of derailing his life for any girl that wanted, which would be bad enough if Mason had good taste in women. Alas, he did not. Mason seemed to always fall for the worst women.\r \nThis was the exact thing their mom was worried about letting the two of them take the cross country road trip. That Mason would find someone and drop his entire life and move halfway across the country. She had begged Sarah to watch over her brother, make sure he didn’t do anything stupid for any of the girls along the way.\r \nOnly a week in and Sarah was already exhausted with trying to chase after her brother. “Hi, I’m Mason’s girlfriend,” she introduced herself, as she approached Mason and ‘Trouble.’ The other girl’s eyes went wide before apologizing and leaving them.\r \n“What the hell!” Mason immediately started in.\r \n“It was just a joke,” Sarah defended herself, hiding the true intention behind it all.\r \nMason sighed, “Well it wasn’t funny. You’ve been cock-blocking me this whole vacay.” He glanced around the room, ‘Trouble’ had already spread the word that he was taken. Disgusted looks were being shot his way. “Maybe we should just get out of here,” he suggested.\r \nThey weren’t far from their hotel room, so they walked from there. “I just thought this was going to be a sibling trip,” Sarah said, trying to dissolve the anger and frustration she could sense in Mason’s demeanor.\r \n“It is, we’ve done so much together. It would just also be nice to get laid, you know?”\r \n“I mean we’ve done all the boring driving together, but every time we go out you chase some girl.”\r \nHe laughed, the tension in his shoulders relaxed, “I guess. It’s just been a while, I haven’t been with anyone since Brandy left.”\r \nSarah rolled her eyes. 2 weeks. He was complaining about a 2 week dry spell? Ha, Sarah was going on… well that doesn’t matter, but needless to say 2 weeks was nothing.\r \nThey made their way into the hotel room. Sarah relaxed on her bed, thinking another night of Operation Cock-Block was over. Her brother was safe and sound in the hotel room. Until Mason opened his big dumb mouth once again. “Look, I know sibling trip and all that, but,” Sarah’s blood went cold at each word, “I’m just going to go back out. One night of fun and then I swear here on out the rest of the trip is just you and me.”\r \nShe sat straight up in the bed. “No.”\r \n“No? What do you mean? You’re not the boss of me, and it’s not like you weren’t going to pass out half way through a movie anyways.”\r \nSarah scrambled for any excuse to not let him go, but none of them felt good enough to persuade Mason from leaving. “Ugh, look Mom asked me to watch out for you. Make sure you don’t throw away everything for some girl. Especially one who lives so far away.”\r \n“Wow, that’s awful. It’s just a one-night stand, I’m a big boy, I think I can handle myself.”\r \n“Whatever you big idiot. We all know you can’t. You dropped out of school for Rachel. Gave up your crazy great apartment because it was too far from Helen’s work. Or oh what about Gigi? Remember how you spent that huge sum on that trip, she dumped you at the airport and took the trip by herself.”\r \n“Okay, okay, I get it. But it’s not like every girl I sleep with goes that far.”\r \n“But too many of them do. Mom and I just don’t want you to move away and ruin your life. You’ve got a good job, despite Brandy’s best efforts. Look if your dry spell is really hurting you that badly, maybe I just give you a handjob to hold you over, and then once we’re back in the city you can find a girl to ruin your life closer to home.”\r \nHe looked shocked at Sarah’s offer. “A handjob? You’re teasing me aren’t you?”\r \n“I mean, I’d rather not, but if that’s what it takes to keep you away from your choice of women and lets me keep my promise to Mom then why not? We’re not actually related, plus it’s just a handie anyways.”\r \n“No, you know what, I’m calling your bluff,” Mason said, tugging at his belt. She wasn’t bluffing, but was kind of hoping that he wouldn’t take her up on it. That is until, his cock sprang free from its denim prison. She was mesmerized by its size, the weight of it as it hung straight out from his body. “Well, what is it going to be?” Mason smiled, knowing that he’d won, Sarah would give up on her foolish quest and he would be free to leave."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: They all said you were crazy! That the experiment was insane and unethical! Raising a male and female in complete isolation from the outside world and hide all knowledge of the opposite sex from them, then when they turn of age see if they learn how to procreate independently?!
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"content": "Laura yawned and stretched her arms out, groaning and arching her back up off the floor at the pleasant feeling. She ran a hand through her hair sweeping it back and stroked a hand down over her breast, groping it firmly and feeling the tingling response. She threw her legs out, snapping off the floor and stepping lazily over to the sink. She picked up the brush, careful to not disturb the jel on its scrubby bits and started furiously brushing her teeth. The wall slowly went from a frown to a smile and she spat it out quickly, ducking her head into the sink and rinsing out all the burning angry mouth itching it caused. She rinsed her hair and scrubbed her face furiously while the sink flowed, swinging her hair back with a wet slap to her back. She ran a hand, teasing her fingers along her scalp while looking up at the eye in the ceiling.\r \nThere was a ‘beep’ and her hand snapped out, catching the creamy-happy and flicking it into her mouth. She grinned as she walked to the wibble-floor and stood still ensuring all her weight was on it and the numbers stopped spinning past. It settled on the symbol ‘65’... she was only mildly interested in the symbols, either way she got…\r \nHer hand snapped out catching the creamy-happy, tossing it up and catching it in her mouth. She stretched up straight, pushing the stick up with her head, pushing it up as high as she could with her ankles still on the floor. 5.5. She ducked her head under the tube, catching the 3rd in her mouth and chewing all 3 of her morning rewards for weird arbitrary things.\r \nThere was a ‘beep’ and she paused, half happy half not. The plastic many-thing slot opened and she found a needle in there and a nipper, she looked at the wall happy face and it changed to a picture of her arm. She grumbled, scrunching her nose, bringing her arm under the weird light that made her veins easier to see.\r \nShe checked for bubbles and eased the needle into her vein, holding it steady as she injected her arm. She dropped the needle into the dispenser with a scowl and pressed her finger to the nipper, it clicked and bit the tip. She squeezed her finger tip until the anger formed in a drop and she settled it on the little piece of paper, watching it soak in. The wall face became ecstatic, she smiled back feeling a warmth but shook her head. That wasn’t the deal.\r \nShe thumped her fist on the wall.\r \nThe plastic tray quickly vanished. \r \nShe thumped her fist again. “Dilnah!”\r \nThe tray opened with a little plastic container, she grinned, taking out the little tub carefully and wandering along the tunnel, cradling it in her hands. She unscrewed the top and her eyebrows rose, it was anger! Anger in a jar! She grinned broadly and started idly rubbing the pealing sky-blue flaking paint off her shoulder. Boring sky-blue! She had anger-red! She screwed the top on tightly and put the jar in her mouth, hands hanging by her sides as the wall started to open, a strip of light bleeding into the tunnel that grew until it revealed the world.\r \nShe was still taken aback at how big the world became on the last ‘hide-in-a-box-time’. It roared and she was shaken around but when she emerged 7 sleep’s ago it was huge! And she got a jar of sky-blue on top of it all. Honestly it was a very positive experience.\r \nShe leapt out into the world, sprinting along in a zig zag toward the river-run and leapt from the rocky ledge clean across the wide gap, panting around the jar of body-colour as she sprinted through the world. She ran, darting under bushes and leaping over the mishmash of loose logs and sticks, around the long slowly curling wall of the world, racing the eyes that tried to follow her. She felt her heart race as she crossed to the biggest-bush, a towering thing that reached up into the heavens and swung around it’s base before leaping branch to branch up it’s length, climbing and leaping toward the top. She came to a rest on her current favourite branch at the top, stretching out her arms and shuffling down. She took out the jar and grinned, unscrewing the cap and flicking the little piece of plastic from her fingers, it spun and soared across the world until it ‘plink’ed into the far wall and fell down. She rubbed the remainder of the flaking sky-blue off her shoulder and breast and dipped her fingertip in the jar. She watched it run down her finger, feeling a pang of fear and horror, it was exhilarating, like she was bleeding down her arm. She touched it to her tongue.\r \nNOPE! None of that, it tasted just as bad as the others.\r \nShe started to paint, angry zigzags up her arm in recognition of both her running style and the angry nature of the paint. She drew a blazing angry circle on her shoulder, the lines running out across her collarbone and breast, one reaching up the side of her neck. She grinned, eyeing the display… wondering how to improve it. She drew an eye in the blazing circle, looking back at the dots that would track her through her day. Another angry eye to look back at the world as it looked at her.\r \nShe blew gently on the paint, feeling it tingle and shrink on her skin, growing cold as it wafted away it’s nosetickling smell. \r \nShe gave a firm nod of satisfaction, it was perfect. She looked at her red fingertip, the time for moderation was over. She dove her hand into the jar and started combing her fingers through her hair, dying it angry-red, she got every last bit out that she could and pulled the long straight hair up to her face, bright angry red!\r \nShe grinned up at the sky above, she felt so giddy and happy she swore she could reach it… she wasn’t going to try, but she felt like she could!\r \nShe grinned up at the skydots that stared at her… no, most stared at her, half. The other half started toward the fake sleep tunnel. She rose quickly on the branch into a squat and followed their gaze to the fake sleep tunnel. Her eyes went wide as the wall slowly opened. It wasn’t sleep-time yet! The day had-\r \nThere was a loud roar from the gap and she crouched low. A Laura but not Laura walked out of the tunnel, anger-red… no, anger running down his arm. His skin red and painfull around his wrist and forearm while he bled openly. He roared loudly back at the tunnel, so loud it echoed around the world. Her heart began to race, her fingers gripping the branch tight, faster than a run, faster than a sprint, it felt like her heart would run off on it’s own. The Not Laura… the HIM punched the wall and screamed into the tunnel, the wall slowly rising up. He raised a stone from the earth and pounded it down into the tunnel wall, the frame crying out in pain and slowing. He stormed off looking around the world, looking at everything like she had when it changed, he grabbed a bush and tore it from the ground, hurling it across the space.\r \nHis hair was messy, his face had dirt on it, he smeared the blood from his arm across his face and stomped through the grass, crushing it under foot. Her eyes went wide, he was huge! Bigger than her and she was bigger than everything… everything but the tall-bush she hid in.\r \nHe stood at the base of her tree, he smeared his hand across it and started peeing, only he did so while standing up. It launched away from his body. Could she learn to do that?\r \nShe started to notice the differences in their bodies, he had no happy-gropes on his chest, hair sprouting from his jaw and chest and legs and… he was hairy all over and he was filthy. He finished pissing on her tree and walked away to the river, at least he was going to wash his hands.\r \nHe dumped his whole body into the water and she gagged, she had to drink that.\r \nHe looked up at the ceiling and she pulled in close to the branch, hiding herself. She peaked around the edge, relieved to see he was studying the sky, he suddenly rose from the water and walked to one end of the world, watching the dots follow him then slowly walked toward the other, watching as they tracked him across the room.\r \nHe studied them closely, the half that looked at him and the rest that watched her then looked directly at her, eyes narrowing."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A group of scantily clad female adventures enter an inn and order a round of drinks. Not noticing the overwhelming amount of burly men in the room. Upon receiving their drink, they notice it’s thick, white, sticky, and steamy. “Drink up,” the bartender says, “maybe you’ll get it from the tap”
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"content": "Isarana looked at her comrades questioningly as each of the four women stared at the steaming cup placed before them. Their little villiage had been some hours away, and this was probably their first real test of courage. \n\n\n\nWould they dare fail at this first challenge? \n\n\nValery, with carved long bow sitting against her back reached for the mug first. The wooden mug pressed against her lips as she took a small sip. Her nose scrunched and mouth twisted as the taste spilled down her throat. \n\n\nThe man behind the bar smiled, pleased at the young woman before placing three other steaming mugs before the other women. Isarana downed hers quickly, her elvish ears prickling. She wondered why Valery had made such a face, for the mug she had just swollowed was actually rather pleasant. \n\n\nBri'tang scowled, the short halfling barely reached the bartop. Before anyone could say anything she deftly flipped onto the old bar stool, gripping the mug between strong hands and skulling it in one go. She slammed down the mug in triumph, a small particple of the steaming liquid running down her chin. \n\n\nThe last of the aventurers looked somewhat green around the gills, though that was potentially because she was actually part mermaid. With long flowing hair and clams over her small chest, Drekala was the embodiment of a fairtale creature. She was a siren, and the ability to shift into the water seamlessly was one the rest of the women were jeaous of. Drekala sauntered over the bar and peered over the countertop at the burly man serving them. \n\n\n\"I think I'd prefer it straight from the tap.\" Aquamarine eyes stared deep at the man before her. \n\n\nThe big man cracked a smile, his eyes lifting to the collection of men behind the adventurers. His voice lifted over the womens heads as he talked to them. \"You hear that boys? She wants it from the tap.\" \n\n\nA few chuckles sounded throughout the room, and the four women had the sudden rememberance of where they were, and who surrounded them. Isarana and Valery twitched nervously as the men began to move, too quick to really distinguish who was the first. \n\n\nSeveral of them surrounded the four adventurers, stained cloths hiding erections that were already dripping. The four women realised all at once what they had been drinking. \n\n\nDrekala was not one to back down from a fight though, something that had almost gotten them all killed at one point or another. Her eyes scanned the crowd gathered around them, and where the other members of the party felt intimidated, she sought out the largest of the men. \n\n\nShe stepped through the crowd easily, sizing up her prey the whole time before she stopped before the orc. It was laughable the size of the cloth they had given the man before her, it barely covered the first inch of his 'tap' as the barman had called it. \n\n\n\"Is your tap open?\" She tilted her head, voice lilting musicly from her thin lips. The orc grunted, smiling wide with missing teeth as he used a spare hand to move aside the stained cloth. \n\n\nDrekala purred low in her throat, a quick hand snapping out to grip the orc by the base. \"Lets get drinking then ladies.\" \n\n\nMischief danced in those eyes, and Valery with her small human frame and body quickly scurried to the other side of the bar, to the all too human bartender. He seemed surprised to find her there, not often was he considered by those who found themselves in his tavern. \n\n\nIsarana found herself squished between two men, one huamn flexing his muscles and the other an elf, much like her who kept giving her steamy looks and playing with the tips of her sensitive ears. By the time the two of them agreed they could share she was shifting, wetness lining the bottom of her thonglike armour. \n\n\nBri'tang seemed somewhat neglected by the men around her, their thoughts being that the small halfling would not be able to provide much release. Perhaps it was this dismissal of her that inevitably caused her to hollar out at the nearest muscle she could see, beckoning him over with a lick of her lips and a clack of her teeth together. \n\n\nDrekala with her inhuman ability to hold her breath went to work quickly on the length of the orc before her. He was groaning deeply within moments, his long stubby fingers winding through her hair, the colour deeping from soft blue to the deep blue of the darkest depths. A sure sign that she was getting almost as much out of this as the orc. \n\n\nShe enjoyed the roughness of his hands in her hair, the other hand reaching down to stroke at her breasts, surprisingly nimble fingers gripping and pulling at her erect nipples. Drekala moaned along the length deep in her throat and the orc responded in kind, forcing her deeper along his length until he was ready to spill his steamy, sticky, liquid. \n\n\n\"Drink!\" He commanded of her, holding her head down on his shaft as she swallowed around his length. He gently released her, letting her tongue draw slow, measured circles around his cock to ensure he was clean. \n\n\nMeanwhile Isarana had her legs spread for the human and elf males. The elf continued to play with the sensitive tips of her ears, licking and sucking on the tips and lobes while his other hand played freely with her small breasts. The human meanwhile was preoccupied with his fingers deep in her wetness. Her hands were pumping along their shafts, responding to each of their touches with ferocity. \n\n\nHer moans were light, even as she shuddered underneath the ministrations of the two men. She was so close. Faster she pulled her hands, twisting along the lengths slightly. Isarana thrusted against the fingers inside of her, whimpers escaping between moans. \n\n'oh god.\" She whispered, eyes closing shut as her hands quickened, eluciting moans from the two men on either side of her as each of them came. The two streams of sticky liquid spilling onto her stomach. \n\n\nBri'tang sized up the man before her. A feral smile lighting her features as she opened her legs, clearing a straight line between the length before her and her core. The man looked somewhat concerned, his own eyes glued on her small entrance before she sighed. \n\nUsing some momentum Bri'tang flung herself at the man in front of her, and despite her small stature he was definitely not expecting it. His hands automatically reached out to catch her, finding his fingers gripping her firm ass and his cock buried deep within her. Bri'tang moaned and shifted in the males arms encouragingly. He had never felt anything so tight before, and within a few strokes was close to blowing his load deep into the halfling. \n\nHer sharp teeth latched onto his collarbone, sucking some of the skin into her mouth and leaving her mark on his chest while he pounded into her, his moans loud in her ear. Bri'tang squeezed him tightly inside of her, and whispered something into his ear that had the human exploding inside of her. \n\nValery watched all of this unfold with the growing sense in her stomach. She could not say it was dread. Excitement filled her eyes as she turned to the barkeep, his shaft already exposed as he smiled at her, lust glinting in his chocolaty eyes. \n\n\"Drink up.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: He thought there must have been some sort of mistake when he was assigned to the girl's dorms, but no one else seemed to acknowledge it. And now, he could swear that his body was... changing.
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"content": "He took a deep breath, then pulled his shorts off. He normally didn't wear shorts, especially these that were too tight across both his ass and crotch, showing off his ass and uncomfortable on his crotch like his penis didn't belong there. Sliding over his legs, it still freaked him how smooth they were, especially after losing all the hair on them as the hair just fell off a couple of nights ago.\n\nAfter that came the briefs. Normally he wore boxers, but every morning for the past fortnight when he opened his dresser, they seemed to change, becoming smaller & daintier. \n\nIt seemed like one weird ongoing dream. When he moved into Estrus University a few weeks ago, he knew that they were female dominant in terms of population, but it was super weird that he got assigned to one of the female dorms. The famous Cunnus sorority Dorm, out of all of the possible ones. He first figured that it was just true that the Cunnus sorority loved being free use, but the way everyone else acted was like he was one of the Cunnus sorority girls.\n\nHis penis laid out right between his legs, and he worked to get it hard. Normally it would have taken only a second & a little concentration, but now he had to spend at least a few minutes to get it even semi erect. After a full twenty minutes he finally had it fully hard, he then used a ruler he left nearby and measured his length, although he could tell just by looking. He was only six inches, which would put another man slightly above average, for him it meant that he lost four inches.\n\nSensing that wasn't all, he stripped his shirt off to get a full look at his naked body. His shirt was strangely hard to remove. While it's stomach area had shrunk, exposing his midriff, it tightly hugged his chest and arms, making it look like he had a couple of tiny breasts & his arms were delicate.\n\nBut seeing his, or her, body in the mirror confirmed their suspicions. It was hard to deny that by this point, their body was more feminine than masculine. They had a couple of B cup breasts, a shrunken waist, and a juicy set of hips & ass. They let their hands wander, and almost jumped when their sensitive breasts were touched. After overcoming their shock, they gently massaged their breasts. A moan escaped their lips they got lost in the new feelings their breasts gave them. Feeling a tap & a lot of heat, they looked down and saw their penis was rock hard & leaking pre.\n\nRubbing it didn't seem to anything but the continued ministrations on their breasts seemed to build an strong arousal & a persistent itch beneath their stomach. After rising and rising, they dragged themselves to their dresser in frustration to pull out a toy to help with the never receding desire, they were surprised but not shocked to find their onaholes were replaced with huge in size & variety of dildos. They pull the smallest one out, a human shaped that was a full foot long. Their desires were growing much faster than their apprehensions, and they started to worship it with their tongue, then kissing it, then blowing. \n\nAfter they started to deep throat the dildo, it started to throb, but in similar timing to their dick. It surprised them how much they could take, and how much they were craving it. They started to get rougher and rougher, until tears were streaming down from the abuse of treating their mouth like a pussy and making it take a mock skull fucking. The throbbing started to get faster and faster until they climaxed, but instead of cumming out of their dick onto their stomach, it came out of the dildo into their throat. They gave a heavy moan as they milked the dildo and reveled in the explosive warmth that seemed to cascade over their body several times over.\n\nWhen she came out of her self administered sex coma, she saw things had undergone a massive shift. The first thing she saw was her breasts exploded from B cups to G cups. She had to deliberately check in on her dicklet, and that was the right name for the two inch permanently flaccid meat between her new thicc legs. Her feet & hands were now small & dainty. She didn't even need a mirror to know her face was sultry & sexy. Setting herself up on her now dump truck envy inspiring ass, she saw her entire room went from androgynous to hyper feminine. Her dresser was now cute & pink instead of a neutral brown. Her sneakers by the door that had grown a wedge over the past week was now stilettos. Her briefs that were boxers are now very skimpy panties. Her discard shirt was now a skimpy bra and a barely functional tank top. Her shorts are now a micro skirt.\n\nShe also some instinct, that was a also a need that she wasn't sure she could resist even if she wanted to. Slipping on her tank top that without her bra covered but advertised her rock hard nipples, her micro skirt that only showed off instead of covering her ass and leaking sex, and her stilettos that only shifted to posture combined with her non functional clothing made it very clear that she only had one thing in mind and she was going to get it no matter what.\n\nOnly a half an hour later (it would have only taken a few minutes if she didn't stop to enjoy the stares and groping that caused her to climax twice), she arrived at the closest male dorm with a small crowd. She removed her clothes and shoes, bent over bracing against a wall, spreading her ass. She didn't need to say anything as man after man gangbanged her. After a certain point her dicklet shrunk inside her then opened into a new pussy that was immediately used without hesitation. Once, some half day later & leaving the third male dorm for the next one, she mentally thanked that someone made the perfect placement for her dorm. She strove to be the biggest slut on campus, just like the rest of her sorority.\n\n>One year later\n\nShe was doing her weekly boy dorm crawl, when she was passing the Fetura sorority dorm and heard someone complaining with the dorm mother. They looked like an effeminate boy and a pregnant breeding mare was occupying the same space. They looked upset when the dorm mother said that it was quite clear that there was no mistake and this was her dorm. After the dorm mother left in a huff, she went up to the boy/mare.\n\n\"You okay?\"\n\n\"I'm trying to, but I think someone is pulling some kind of practical joke on me.\"\n\n\"Don't worry about it. Once you get used to it, you'll even enjoy it.\"\n\n\"Thanks\" they slightly pouted.\n\n\"Don't worry! That's why us sisters have to stick together!\" She giggled as she saw the boy's clothes & body turn to be a bit more like the mare's after she called them a sister.\n\nThey only pouted more, until they felt uncomfortable and retreated to their room. She could only giggle at the sight.\n\nA couple of weeks later she got a sister to join her on her weekly boy dorm crawl for the whole year, even when her sister's heavily gravid belly made her crawl instead of walk."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She was really turned on when her male best friend was bitten by a werewolf, turning him into a big, strong beast. She convincess him to have sex with her, to satiate her desire to be ravaged by a savage monster. But to her annoyance, he is still a gentle soul and keeps breacking character.
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"content": "Michael's innocent and boyishly handsome face changed in an instant with a snarl. His smile vanished and a cruel grimace replaced it as he twisted and turned. The timid, diminutive young man standing in Amy's bedroom bent double at the waist. His mousy blonde hair turned black. His muscles swelled and groaned. The little twigs of arms and legs burst with cords of muscle as hair sprouted from almost every inch of his body. Every part sprouted with ahir, except for his chest which turned hard and leathery. Thick cords of muscle swelled on his chest as well. An eight-pack of steely abs rose before Amy's watering eyes. \n\n\"Be careful what you wished for, woman...\" Michael, the beast, snarled as he grew taller by the second. He passed six feet. And then seven. The great wolfish beast towered above Amy, who actually felt fear for a moment.\n\n\"Ohh noo...\" her voice quivered, but the trepidation was filled with tones of playacting and her lust echoed through her every word. \"Please Michael... no...\" she almost smirked as she moved back towards her bed. \n\nThe beast stepped forward and from between its legs swung a heavy, pendulous cock. Amy bit her lip so hard she almost drew blood. \"You will remember this night...\" he growled as he stepped forward and reached a clawed hand down to Amy's legs and thighs. In a swift motion, his claws tore both skirt and panties from her body and he tossed her roughly back onto the bed. Amy squealed in delight. \"Ahhhh!\"\n\nThe throaty grunt of the beast then quivered and cracked as it leaned timidly over the edge of her bed. \"Oh no, I'm sorry Amy. Are you okay?\" It was still deep, and gruff, and animalistic. But it was soft and caring. There was a worried look in the beast's eyes as he looked to see if his claws had scratched his friend. \n\n\"Yes. I'm fine.\" Came her short reply as she slid from her back onto her chest and raised her pert ass into the air, revealing a soaking, pink pussy. \"Uh oh... Michael, I'm so exposed...\" She peeked with fake innocence over her should and over her ass back at the wolfman.\n\n\"That was your mistake..\" The wolfman Michael growled awkwardly and sauntered up onto the bed behind its prey. Amy saw its swelling and hardening beast of a cock, twice the size of a normal man's. She almost came at the sight of it. \n\n\"Oh no Michael... Not my tight, little pussy...\" She felt the beast's claws gently on her womanly hips and then its mammoth cockhead push slowly into her womanhood, separating her soaked and ready walls. \"OOHHHH GOOODDD!!\" She practically screamed as he entered her. \n\nBut not a moment later he pulled out. \"Sorry Amy, did that hurt?\" She saw a wolfish face, peeking over her shoulder at her. Her eyes watered with lust when she opened them. Pure, unsated, animalistic lust. \n\n\"No Michael, just fuck me. Please.\" She almost begged as her lip pouted involuntarily and the wolfish face retreated behind her again. A moment later she felt his wolfhood pressing into her again. \"Shit!!!!\" She groaned, trying to control herself. She clenched the sheets so hard her knuckles turned instantly white. She drove her face down into the mattress and stuck her ass up even wider, spreading her legs, and inviting the wolfman inside her.\n\nHe slowly pushed deeper and deeper. And pleasure wracked Amy's body, driving her face deeper and deeper into the mattress. She screamed into the mattress but no sound escaped. And then, with one particurly wolfish thrust, she lost her control. Her head slid forward from its place buried in the mattress. The infernal scream that escaped her mouth was enough to rouse devils. \"AAHHHHHHHGHHH!!!!!\"\n\nThe wolf cock pulled out of her again. \"Amy...\" But before Michael could voice his concerns, she turned her blonde head back to him and shouted. \"No!\" \n\nWith ferocity she pushed the wolfman onto his back on the bed and slipped her lithe legs over him. It took her but a moment to mount the wolf and she plunged her womanhood deep onto the huge wolf cock. Taking it to the hilt again and again, she road him to ecstasy with her hands on his muscular, leathery chest. \n\n\"Yes... Yes... YES YES YESSSS!!\" Her shouts of joy filled more than her room as she rode the wolf with reckless abandon. Her hips bucked wildly over the huge cock. She looked down into Michael's wolfish eyes. And with one look from the eyes of the woman he loved, Michael the Wolf unleased his load."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "It's a fair trade," she said, a mischievous glint in her eye. "You get to sleep with my sister and I get to sleep with your brother." His girlfriend hooking up something else made him a little uneasy but then again, he always did find her sister rather attractive. "So, what do you say?"
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"content": "\"It's a fair trade,\" my girlfriend Ashley said, a mischievous glint in her eye. \"You get to sleep with my sister, and I get to sleep with your brother. So, what do you say?\"\n\nI paused.\n\n\"Come on,\" she said. \"I love you, and I know that you love me. All I'm proposing is a one-time hall pass, never to be repeated again.\"\n\n\"One time?\" I asked.\n\n\"Yes. Just for tonight.\"\n\nMy older brother Jim and Ashley's younger sister Sarah, who were both single, had been staying with us for the past week. It'd been fun. Neither of them had met our partners before, but everyone had gotten along. Jim and Sarah were flying back to their respective homes the next morning.\n\n\"I don't know,\" I said.\n\nShe rolled her eyes. \"What's the big deal?\"\n\n\"It's just, you hooking up with someone else makes me a little uneasy,\" I said. \"Even if it's my best friend and someone I trust.\"\n\n\"Don't you think my sister is attractive?\"\n\n\"Yeah. I think you're attractive, and she looks like you.\"\n\n\"Well, I feel the same way about Jim,\" Ashley replied.\n\n\"OK,\" I said. \"What if Sarah doesn't want to sleep with me?\"\n\n\"I already asked her if she thought you were hot. She said yes.\"\n\nI smiled and shook my head. \"She might think I'm hot, but that's still a long way from wanting to have sex with her sister's boyfriend who she just met. Besides, you and Jim talked a lot more this week than me and Sarah.\"\n\nShe shrugged. It was true. Jim and Ashley were both outgoing, whereas Sarah was more reserved. Sarah and I were acquaintances, not close friends. On the other hand, Jim and Ashley had hit it off immediately. The two of them even seemed to be flirting at times.\n\nAshley thought for a few seconds. \"How about this? We'll go talk to Sarah, and I'll tell her that it's OK for her to sleep with you.\"\n\n\"Obviously, we can't have sex with anyone without their consent,\" I said.\n\n\"Right.\"\n\nI sighed. \"OK.\"\n\n\"Yay.\" She grinned and hugged me. \"I knew you'd come around. Gosh, you must love my sister.\"\n\n\"This was your idea,\" I reminded her.\n\n\"Yeah. I admit, I'm really crushing on Jim.\"\n\nI smirked. \"Well, let's go talk to your sister, shall we?\"\n\nWe walked to the guest room, where Sarah was staying. As I expected, she wasn't really on-board with the partner trading scheme when we told her about it.\n\n\"This is so weird.\"\n\n\"Come on,\" Ashley said. \"You like him, don't you?\"\n\nSarah blushed. \"I guess. But he's your boyfriend.\"\n\n\"And I'm saying that you can do everything with him,\" Ashley replied. \"Kiss him, blow him, fuck him. Just for tonight, I don't care.\"\n\n\"I'll think about it,\" Sarah said. \"Is that good enough?\"\n\n\"Yes,\" I said.\n\n\"It won't change anything between us,\" Ashley told her.\n\nAshley and I left. \"Now you have to tell your brother,\" she said.\n\nWe went to the living room, where Jim was about to go to sleep on the couch. \"Hey, man,\" I said.\n\n\"What's up?\"\n\n\"I wanted to say that tonight, you can sleep in the master bedroom with Ashley.\"\n\nHe looked at her. \"Seriously?\"\n\nI nodded.\n\nJim shrugged. \"All right. It'll be nice to sleep in a bed.\"\n\n\"And you can do whatever you want with her,\" I added.\n\nHe paused. \"Excuse me?\"\n\n\"That's right. Anything,\" I said. \"Ashley's letting me have sex with Sarah, so it's only fair.\"\n\n\"But I don't...\"\n\n\"She totally wants you.\"\n\nAshley nodded eagerly, while Jim just stood there. She took his hand and pulled him into the bedroom.\n\n\"Don't be nervous,\" she said. \"We're going to have a lot of fun together.\"\n\nI went to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, and washed up. Then, I walked to the guest room. I knocked on the door, and Sarah opened it.\n\n\"Come in,\" she said. We sat on the bed.\n\n\"I really like you,\" I said. \"But I know this is a weird situation, and if you're uncomfortable with it, then you can tell me to leave, and there'll be no hard feelings.\"\n\nSarah took a deep breath and looked at me. \"I really like you, too.\" She pulled her nightgown over her head, revealing her beautiful naked body. My eyes widened, and she smiled shyly.\n\n\"Take your clothes off,\" she said. \"If we only have one night together, then I want to take advantage of it and make love with you as much as possible.\"\n\nSarah was as good as her word. We really went at it that night. I came inside her several times and lost count of the number of orgasms she had. The girl was insatiable. Hours later, we finally passed out, exhausted, and didn't get much sleep before her alarm went off.\n\nThe next morning, all four of us got ready and drove to the airport. Jim's flight was first, and we said our goodbyes. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. He and Ashley were still getting along fine.\n\nThen, it was time for Sarah to leave. She and I hugged each other tightly. She hugged Ashley next.\n\n\"I love you so much,\" I heard Sarah say. \"Your boyfriend is amazing, and yesterday was the best night of my life. Thank you for sharing him with me.\"\n\nAshley smiled and said goodbye. She and I walked out of the airport in silence. I think both of us were afraid to address the situation. We got back into the car, and Ashley just sat there, staring out the window.\n\nFinally, I spoke up. \"So about last night...\"\n\nAshley turned to me. She looked annoyed but smiled a little despite herself, and I couldn't help it. I started laughing.\n\n\"What's wrong?\" I asked.\n\nShe just shook her head. \"You asshole... I didn't know that your brother was gay.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Being a decently attractive man in an office otherwise staffed only by single, sexually frustrated women meant being flashed and teased almost constantly. Even when the boss was there.
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"content": "I wouldn’t have considered myself an overly attractive man, not too bad looking, but also not really about average. \nWith a mediocre job and the social skills of an 80’s movie’s stereotype nerd, I was not the man hot, single woman would usually go for.\n\n\nWell, things unexpectedly changed a lot after I scored a job at the advertisement firm that was newly opened in my city.\n\nAs I walked into the big open office on my first day, about 30 very attractive woman eyed me curiously, but nowhere in the room could I see another male employee. \nApparently I was the only one, which was confirmed when I quietly asked my new boss. \n\nTo be honest I was a little intimidated at first, but during the day after being introduced and having talked with them a bit, my nervousness disappeared as they were all very friendly towards me.\n\nI was given my own cubicle and computer and a gorgeous, blond haired woman named Claudette was tasked with helping me settle in. \nShe was dressed in a short skirt and a top and I couldn’t help but notice the way it tightly hugged her sizable boobs. I carefully risked a few looks into her cleavage, but apparently I didn’t go unnoticed. \n“Are you looking at my breasts?” Claudette asked and raised an eyebrow. \n\nOh my god. Good job. My first day and probably already a visit to HR. But before I could attempt to awkwardly apologize she continued talking. \n“Like what you see?” she said and actually winked at me. I think in that moment something in my brain fried, because all I could do was stare at her with an probably very idiotic facial expression and nod slightly.\n“Awwww, aren’t you cute when you’re lost for words!” she exclaimed, reached her hand out and patted my head, sending a pleasant feeling running down my back .\n\n “I’ll be right back. You just collect your thoughts, ok?” and with that I was alone at my desk.\n\nNo one had ever called me cute before, at least not as an adult and if I was honest I had kind of liked it. \nI finally shook myself out of my stupor, my face still red from embarrassment and surprise.\n\nIt had always been very easy to fluster me, especially with sexual stuff, and my cheeks would turn the tint of a tomato.\n\nI took some deep breaths and focused on the computer again.\n\n\nWhen Claudette returned she luckily didn’t bring up the conversation again, and the first day continued without further incidents.\nThe following week I finished my training, having worked in a similar field before I didn’t need much time to be able to work independently. And so far no embarrassing things had happened again. \n\n\nUntil I was just typing away at my keyboard when a coworker, she had been introduced to me as Emily, sat herself on my desk, her feet swinging playfully above the ground.\n\n“I heard you like boobs” she burst out, giggling when my face instantly turned red.\n\n“No shame in that” she commented and also winked at me, which just further descended my brain into chaos.\n“W- well they… they are… soft” I managed to stutter, cringing internally at that remark.\n\nShe just laughed, clearly enjoying my predicament immensely.\n\n“Well in that case!”\n\nShe suddenly pulled up her shirt and let her big breasts, the size of grapefruits, spill out from underneath as she clearly wasn’t wearing a bra.\n\nMy heart skipped a beat as blood rushed downwards into my groin region. I could feel my cock beginning to swell and I had to swallow hard.\nShe leaned forward, squished her boobs together with her arms and slightly shook her upper body to make them jiggle in front of my face. \n\n“You like that, don’t you” she exclaimed, having a very content look on her face. “Wanna touch them?”\nBefore I even had a chance to react to that she reached out, grabbed my hand and placed it on her boobs.\n\nIt was soft beyond belief, her smooth skin felt amazing on my hand and I instinctively squeezed. A quiet gasp escaped her lips and she smiled.\n\n“Very good! You are a quick learner, aren’t you!”\n\nHer praise sent a jolt of pleasure down my spine and into my cock, making it twitch. By now it was full on hard and uncomfortably pressing against the tight jeans I was wearing. \nEmily also noticed the bulge and reached down to softly stroke over the fabric. The slight friction felt amazing and I moaned embarrassingly loudly. She just giggled and slid down from the desk, now standing directly before me.\n“Let me help you with that!” she said, bending down and starting to unbutton my trousers.\n\nWith her boobs now hanging directly in front of my face, I just stared at her perky nipples. \n\nMy brain was void of any reasonable thought at this point and all I wished was to burrow my face in her cushy bosom or lick her nipples that honestly looked delicious.\n\nI barely noticed when she managed to remove my trousers, but the cooler air hitting my penis as she also got rid of my underwear, got my attention.\n\n“I hope you don’t mind, that I cut it away?” she giggled “You won’t need them anymore anyway”\n\nI was just trying to collect my thoughts to utter a complaint as she grabbed my cock with her hand and slowly started to move her hand up and down my shaft. \n\nI was glad that I was sitting as my legs would have collapsed otherwise but like this only an audible moan escaped my lips and I could feel my brain melt again, as precum leaked out of the tip of my dick.\n\n“Yeah, don’t think cutie! Just lay back and enjoy the pleasure!” she cooed, increasing the speed of her strokes.\n\nMy other colleagues must have heard my moans as they got louder and louder as the pleasure grew, but I just couldn’t care at that point.\n\nNever had a woman touched me like that before and my heart raced with excitement.\n\nI could feel the pleasure pulsing through my nerves and the closer I got to orgasm the harder my breathing got.\n\nShe seemed to sense that I was getting close, grinning at me with a satisfied smile.\n\nA few more strokes and the pleasure exploded into pure bliss, my head arching back and my dick spurting cum directly onto my colleague’s breasts. \n\nShe continued stroking my now oversensitive penis, milking out more and more spurts of semen until it merely dribbled out of the tip. \n\nThen she let go of it, winked at me a last time and simply walked away. Leaving me alone in my chair panting heavily, the trousers down to the ankles and highly confused to what just happened.\n\n\nLater that day, after I had cleaned the mess at my desk and saved whatever I could from my underwear, I saw the email that had just been sent to all employees of the office.\n\n\n“Dear all,\n\nThe newest employee has just finished in his orientation training. Please feel free to request his services as needed. We are sure he will make a great addition to the team and enrich the work atmosphere immensely.\n\n\nGreetings\n\nEmily”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: An over sexed, nympho wife, describes her day to her long suffering husband
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"content": "(It's a little long, I hope that's okay!)\n\nGene stepped into the foyer of his home, hanging his coat in the closet near the door and stepping out of his shoes. The home was fragrant with the makings of a home cooked meal; it smelled like his wife’s famous pot roast was stewing. He sauntered into the kitchen, and there stood Bethany at the kitchen island, stirring a fudgy batter in her stand mixer. “That smells amazing, honey,” he beamed.\r \n\r \nBethany looked up, her eyes softening as she smiled at her husband. “Gene, sweetheart! I’m glad you’re home. I’m making brownies!”\r \n\r \nGene saddled up behind his wife, wrapping his arms around her to kiss her on the cheek. His heart wilted a bit as he could smell her hair: it reeked of sex and men’s cologne. “You’re so sweet,” he said, feigning joy in his voice, “I can’t wait to gobble it all up.” As Gene pulled away, he couldn’t help but notice the fresh red bruises on her neck trailing into the neckline of her dress. Against his better judgment, his eyes inspected her body further down. There were remnants of cum that had dripped down her leg. The stains were dry, meaning they had been there a while.\r \n\r \nIt wasn’t an unusual sight on his beloved, but it still hurt to be reminded of her “condition.” He’d been told before to leave her, that her appetite wasn’t worth the heartache. But Gene couldn’t help it. He loved her and the way she kept their home. To him, she was still a great wife.\r \n\r \nGene made his way to the sunken sitting room, leaning back in his favorite chair as he turned on the TV. He called over his wife over the game whistles and fan cheers, “How was your day, honey? I’m sure it was busy.”\r \n\r \n“It was!” She said, pouring the brownie mix into a pan. “I had a surprisingly full schedule.”\r \n\r \nGene gulped nervously, knowing he would regret his next statement. “Tell me all about it. I’d love to hear it.”\r \n\r \n“Well, after I cleaned up breakfast, Seamus, my yoga instructor, came over for our morning session. He’s been teaching me some new stretches that have been great for my lower back…”\r \n\r \n\\*\\*\\*\r \n\r \nAnkles pinned behind her ears, Bethany moaned as Seamus held her down, his thick cock buried deep inside of her. They had been working on her flexibility for a few weeks, an hour every day, and it was getting easier to take him in that position. In fact, it felt incredible to her, him almost puncturing her womb and his imprint visible through her flat stomach. “Fuck,” she cried, “Don’t stop fucking me. I’m gonna cum again…”\r \n\r \n“God, you look so cute like that,” Seamus praised her. “Cum for you like the little slut you are.” This was enough to send Bethany over the edge, her screams echoing through the family room as her pussy pulsed wildly. Her juices, white and creamy, slathered his cock as his hips moved faster and his muscles strained. “Want me to cum in you, baby?”\r \n\r \nShe whined, teasing her taut, brown nipples in her fingers. “Please, fill me up. I need it so badly…”\r \n\r \nSeamus obeyed, pounding recklessly until he groaned, “Fuuuuuck!” His cock twitched, and with a few rapid pumps, his hot, thick load sprayed into her. Bethany shuddered as he held her hips close, wanting to keep as much of it inside of her as possible. Some of it still spilled out, leaving a trail of it on her stomach.\r \n\r \nShe needed it, that daily morning dose, or else her headaches would make her useless for the day.\r \n\r \nSeamus stood up, his cock limp, as she laid on her yoga mat, her pussy dripping in his semen. He smiled, wiping the sweat from his brow. “Great job today, Beth. Same time tomorrow morning?”\r \n\r \n\\*\\*\\*\r \n\r \nGene saw her yoga mat rolled up in the corner, still wet from having been washed. He sighed, turning back to the TV. “What else happened?”\r \n\r \nBethany opened the warm oven, popping the baking tin on the middle rack. “Well, I had to have a talk with those new landscapers, Barney and Allen. They were overcharging us for the rock bed they were installing near my perennials…”\r \n\r \n\\*\\*\\*\r \n\r \n“Fuck, how is she so good at this,” Barney huffed.\r \n\r \n“I don’t know, man,” Allen concurred, “But if she keeps this up, I’m gonna bust.”\r \n\r \nBethany was on her knees in the shed between the two men, her mouth and hands going back and forth between them. At that moment, Barney was inches deep in her throat, spit dribbling onto her bare chest as he slid in and out. She didn’t ignore Allen, however, her delicate hand massaging his shaft with her greedy touch.\r \n\r \nShe could feel her pussy drooling onto the worn wood floor beneath her. She moaned onto Allen’s cock as she switched over to him, and he grabbed her head to shove himself between her lips completely. Bethany was too skilled to gag, however; instead, she used her tongue to lick at his sack as he fucked her mouth. “God, you bitch, that feels so good. I’m gonna paint that fucking throat again.” A few more thrusts, and he did just that, Bethany moaning as she swallowed urgently.\r \n\r \nBarney couldn’t wait as he watched the spectacle, emptying his load onto her face and chest. “God dammit!”\r \n\r \nBethany cleaned Barney up with her tongue, licking the spunk off of her lips with a satisfied sigh.\r \n\r \n\\*\\*\\*\r \n\r \n“Did you get them to bring down the price?” Gene asked.\r \n\r \n“Sure did!” Bethany said proudly. “They dropped about $200 from the original quote, but it’ll take them a little longer to get the project done. They may be here more often.” \r \n\r \nGene sighed, “Of course they will.” \r \n\r \nThe crockpot dinged to signal the completion of the pot roast. She pulled off the steaming lid, taking time to shred the meat. “Oh, I meant to tell you, your brother Samuel and his wife stopped by.”\r \n\r \nGene kept his eyes fixed on the TV, his heart aching. “Oh, what did they want?”\r \n\r \n“Oh, nothing special. They were in the neighborhood, so we just caught up. Had something to eat…”\r \n\r \n\\*\\*\\*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Magic can be drawn from energy in the body, and a savvy mage can cause themselves pain or pleasure and draw from it. Some are known to lay waste to entire armies by channeling the power of a single, potent orgasm. Such spells always require a helper, however...
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"content": "The ground shook above Pyrrha and Elora, an insistent reminder of the battle that awaited them topside. The City of Elathas was known as a hub of art, academics, and trade, but above their heads it was being laid to waste. The orc armies had been growing more aggressive for years, but now their boldness reached new heights as they breached the city wall and burned everything in their path, making their way to the Citadel at the city center.\r \n\r \nThe grisly scene on the surface bore little resemblance to the one in Pyrrha and Elora’s private chamber. Candles lined the room, casting an orange glow onto the tables, bookshelves, and the small bed in the center of the room. Pyrrha lay on it, her mage’s robes cast aside to reveal her toned body, covered in scars of battles past. \r \n\r \nElora stood over her with a jar of ink, carefully casting runes onto Pyrrha’s forehead and chest. They were rather simple designs, the former a simple circle, and the latter a square with arrows pointing away from it. “They’re ready.” Elora said, closing the jar and putting it on a nearby table. “Shall we begin?” \r \n\r \nPyrrha looked nervously at the door, failing to give a response. Time was short, and the pair had never attempted a spell so intricate at this scale. “What if it doesn’t work?” She asked with a shaking voice. “What if I can’t gather the energy in time? What if we’re too late already?”\r \n\r \nElora put a hand to Pyrrha’s cheek and locked eyes with her. “Focus,” she said softly. “You are the most gifted mage in this city. You can do this. And I’ll be by your side the whole time.” With that, Elora moved her hand down, grazing Pyrrha’s breast and stomach before coming to a stop at her inner thigh. “Are you ready to begin?” \r \n\r \nPyrrha took a deep breath, the runes already giving off a faint glow, and nodded. Elora got to work, tracing around Pyrrha’s inner thigh but never quite making contact with the more sensitive skin just out of reach. Elora brought her other hand to caress one of Pyrrha’s breasts, giving the nipple a light pinch. Pyrrha let out a gasp as Elora tugged it, and the runes glowed brighter. \r \n\r \n“Focus.” Elora whispered the reminder in her partner’s ear. “Channel the energy. Picture it gathering in your heart and mind, enhancing the aspects of each. Feel your power grow with the pleasure…” Elora trailed off and pinched the nipple hard, digging a fingernail into Pyrrha’s thigh at the same time. “And the pain.”\r \n\r \nPyrrha let out a moan. The dual sensations demanded her attention, the sounds of battle above them fading into the background. “Please,” she breathed, locking eyes with Elora again. “More, please.” Elora obliged and pressed two slender fingers against the mage’s entrance, letting them linger for a moment before sinking into her. \r \n\r \nThe runes flashed, and Pyrrha thrust her hips up with a whine, hungry for more. Elora drew her fingers out before pushing them gently back in as she stroked Pyrrha’s breasts and stomach. Occasionally, Elora would curl her fingers upwards and bring her other hand down to press against Pyrrha’s clit, making her clutch the sheets to keep her focus. They continued like this for a while, Elora offering pleasure while Pyrrha channeled it into the runes.\r \n\r \nAfter a few minutes, the runes stopped getting brighter; Pyrrha wouldn’t be able to channel enough power for the spell from this alone. “Elora, I need more. You know what to do.”\r \n\r \n“Okay. Legs up,” Elora instructed, and Pyrrha did as she was told. Elora took a step back and muttered an incantantation, and a faint blue glow filled the room. It briefly overwhelmed the runes and candlelight before settling down to reveal a spectral phallus. It was made to Pyrrha’s liking: not terribly long, but thick enough to stretch her in just the right way. \r \n\r \nElora crawled onto the bed, lined the new cock up with Pyrrha’s entrance, thrust forward. This time, it elicited moans from both of them. The phallus was connected to Elora’s mind, letting her feel Pyrrha’s warm, wet walls. The runes immediately brightened again as the pair fell into a rhythm. Elora thrust into her with quick, urgent strokes while Pyrrha writhed and whimpered under her. \r \n\r \nShe kept an eye on Pyrrha; whenever she lost her focus to the pleasure building in her, Elora bent down to bite her nipple, her ear, her neck. The jolts of pain mixed with pleasure brought her back to reality, and she knit her eyebrows as she continued to channel her pleasure into the runes. Soon, Pyrrha’s eyes shot open, and between moans she said, “Elora, love, it’s almost time. I’m… I’m almost there.” \r \n\r \nElora reached down and rubbed small circles over Pyrrha’s clit, increasing the pressure as her walls clamped down on the phantom cock. Pyrrha squeezed her eyes shut and shrieked, arching her back as the runes glowed impossibly bright. Not distracted by the display of pleasure beneath her, Elora deftly dipped a finger into the inkwell and drew another circle around the one on Pyrrha’s forehead, trapping the power of the orgasm like a cork in a bottle.\r \n\r \nImmediately, the glow subsided, and Pyrrha relaxed on bed. She opened her eyes, and they glowed with the same light as the runes had a moment before. When she, her voice was distorted by the immense power stored inside her. **“We have to go. Now.”** Elora simply nodded and threw the chamber door open. They began the long climb to the top of the Citadel’s tower, neither bothering to put their robes back on.\r \n\r \nWhen they reached the top of the tower, a terrible sight awaited them: in every direction, Elathas was in flames. The outer wall had crumbled, along with countless buildings. Smoke threatened to choke the sky, but what little sunlight made it through glinted off swords and armor in the streets.\r \n\r \nBut the pair had no time to dwell on the view around them. Elora got to her knees and looked up at Pyrrha. “Are you ready?” she asked, and again Pyrrha nodded. Elora put a hand to the square rune on Pyrrha’s chest. Together they chanted the incantation for the spell that would end this war, and a light burst out of Pyrrha’s form in every direction.\r \n\r \nEveryone in the city saw the flash like lightning from the top of the Citadel, and Pyrrha’s voice was the thunder that followed. **“Forces of darkness, you shall no longer defile this sacred city with your wretched hate! BEGONE!”** Elora reached to Pyrrha’s forehead and dragged a finger across the rune there, breaking the two circles and releasing all the blissful energy at once.\r \n\r \nPyrrha screamed as the power surged out of her in an intense orgasm that had been delayed too long. With it, a ring of sacred flames spread from the Citadel. It engulfed the entire city, reducing the invading orcs and creatures of darkness to ash. However, it left no destruction in its wake, nor did it harm a single soldier in the Army of Elathas. Instead, as it washed over everyone and everything, it healed the wounded, and cleared the smoke from the sky.\r \n\r \nThe flames dissipated into the distance, and Pyrrha collapsed into Elora’s arms, completely and utterly spent. Her eyes fluttered, and she drew a long, shaking breath. “Did it work?” Pyrrha asked, her voice back to normal. \r \n\r \nBy now, the cheers of the soldiers and citizens of Elathas could be heard across the city. Though there was work to be done, the war was finally over. Good had prevailed. “Yes, my love, you did great. It worked perfectly.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: It was the last step of the boys initiation process. Tied to chairs, they'd be surrounded by helpful girls from their sister school who would ever so creatively "test them". Long story short, whoever came first got turned into a girl. She'd be the prize for the rest.
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"content": "**Royalty Dethroned**\n\nI know you won't want to hear the complaints of an affluent robber baron's son, but I'm telling you, we have it tough too! Just because we have money doesn't mean that we don't face any struggle. \n\nMy overbearing father would be the same slave driver whether we were rich or not. He was constantly on me to represent the family and uphold our honour. But, I was a distractable boy and was always sneaking off to play in the forest or hang out with the cooks, which led to no small amount of confrontation and talking-tos. \n\nPerhaps that was why he sent me to this stupid prep school. \"It's the best in the world!\" \"Prestige drips from its walls and character flows through its halls.\" These phrases, taken from the promotional materials, became nearly as common as the complaints of my poor demeanour in the weeks leading up to my being shipped off. \n\nStill, I knew there was nothing I could do, and as somewhat of a dandy, I knew that running away and being without my family's fortune was simply not an option. So, I assented to this torturous twist and accepted my fate.\n\nOnly, something happened that I don't think any of my family quite expected. The school accepted my application indeed, but apparently that was only the first step to admittance. When we arrived on the grounds, one of the Headmaster's aides explained to us that I would have to undergo certain \"trials\" to determine my fitness for the quality education they offered. They promised that none would be overly dangerous or traumatizing, but it was necessary for them to ensure that all successful candidates were made of \"the right stuff\", whatever that meant.\n\nMy father was a proud man and assured the aide that his offspring was more than capable of whatever trials put to them. I didn't love being discussed as some object of my father's creation, but again, I saw no other option. The aide clapped their hands, delighted, and, after filling out the final paperwork and waivers, took me by the hand. I looked back and was dismayed to see that my family had already turned to leave, their work and troubles seemingly over with. None turned back as I was led away.\n\n**Trials and Teasing**\n\nThe next several weeks were like nothing I had experienced before. I was put in a regiment of other boys around my age and assigned a proctor. We tested our physical, mental, spiritual, and sexual limits. From lengthy meditations to classroom examinations, every moment drove me to a new edge.\n\nThe physical exams were especially difficult. Two factors exasperated the situation. The first was that we were often in view of the girls who attended our sister school, situated on the far side of the grounds from our own.\n\nThey would be running the same courses as us, and with more determination than I could ever muster. It drove me wild, seeing their athletic prowess while I struggled to crawl in the dirt. And, I may have been able to forgive the blows to my pride, but the other factor would not allow such character growth to take place.\n\nReginald Jameson Buckworth Pennington the Fourth was the other factor. Colloquially known as Reggie, this guy had singled me out from the first moment we met. Apparently, our fathers were involved in the same business and fierce competitors. I had no idea, but Reggie thought it his duty to continue our father's rivalry.\n\nFrom kicking my chair during exams to hiding my clothes so I would look foolish during morning inspection, his petty tricks were a constant annoyance. On the grounds, he would loudly decry my pace, ensuring that all around, including the girls on the opposite course, were aware that I was the weakest and least capable member of the regiment. It was beyond humiliating.\n\nReggie would constantly refer to me by this derogatory name he'd come up with. \"Leaky's late again,\" he'd call when I ran late. \"Leaky, do your parents know they raised a patsy,\" he'd jeer to his entourage. Of course, he thought the name hilarious and was always willing to tell the story of its origin to anyone willing to listen.\n\nThe school believed that sexual prowess was essential to its students full development. These tests consisted of standing in a circle, naked, and masturbating to various erotic stimuli. No matter my efforts, I was always the first to cum. Thus, in Reggie's eyes anyway, the name Leaky seemed a suitable title. \n\nIt was in this sorry state of mockery and ineptitude that I entered the final days of the pre-examination. I had all but accepted that I would be returning to my family's estate and almost looked forward to it, although I knew my father's wrath would be dreadful. Still, I reasoned, at least I wouldn't endure these hardships and he's a busy man, so how bad could it be?\n\n**Leaky's Last Night**\n\nThe final trial took place in a space we'd never seen before. Our proctor led us to a basement made of cobbled stone and lit by torches. We entered a large room, in the middle of which stood a circle of wooden chairs facing outwards. After taking our seats, we were bound, blindfolded and gagged. Once restrained, the proctor's footsteps faded away, a door opened, and the sound of shuffling fabric and many light footsteps could be heard.\n\nStraining my ears, I heard the footsteps get closer. Silence fell like a blanket upon the room and I felt the perspiration build on my brow. Then, all at once, the steps came closer and my pants were pulled from my legs. Muffled sounds of surprise echoed mine from the other members of my regiment. Then I began to hear other sounds.\n\nA creaking chair. Wet slapping behind me. A girl's moan? Confused and afraid, I tried to shrink back into my seat, terrified of what was to come for me. On either side, I felt my fellows writhing and their bare legs brushed against mine as their breathing grew heavy and they struggled against their bonds. This went on for several minutes, but I remained untouched by whatever horrors the other's faced.\n\nThen, I heard the door open once again and a frantic set of footfalls rang out over the tense and secretive sounds in the circle. They drew closer and closer and finally I felt that the person they belonged to must be only a few feet from my quaking and shaking body. A pause and then a quiet, disappointed sigh. The next moment, a hand wrapped itself around my flaccid penis.\n\nIn a state of alarm, I tried to cry out, but the gag stopped my utterance in its tracks. The hand began moving up and down and I felt my member begin to swell instantly. The hand was soft and small and I could already feel myself edging towards orgasm. Realizing the nature of the final test, I began to cry even as my penis grew under the rhythmic stroking. \n\nA mouth closed around the head of my cock, wetting it and licking the precum away. I tried desperately to think of unarousing things. The old maid I'd seen naked as a child. The cook's knife slipping and the blood that poured from the wound. Nothing worked and so I turned to prayer. My balls were swelling and I knew that in seconds I'd be done for.\n\nBut then, a crash came from behind me. Wood met stone and there was a yelp. The hand that grasped me rapidly increased its pace and I came, blowing my load into the darkness before me. Then, my blindfold was removed and my eyes strained to adjust to the light. Looking around, I saw girls standing in front of each of us, loosening and removing our bonds.\n\nThe girl in front of me didn't meet my gaze as she removed my gag and began untying the knots that bound me to the chair. Leaning close, she said in a low whisper, \"You're lucky that I was late and we all think you're too much of a pansy to give you a chance. Disinterest and chance are all that saved you. Don't ever forget that.\"\n\nAs soon as the ropes were loose enough for me to get free of them, she turned and walked away, approaching the other girls who had finished with their task. I stood up, trying to process what had just happened and pulling my pants up my legs. Remembering something, I turned around and saw Reggie still bound and blindfolded, laying on his back in the middle of the circle. A small pool of cum sat on his belly and a rivulet had slid down his shirt.\n\nHeels clicked on the floor, and the girls' proctor pushed through the confused boys and into the circle. Drawing a small vial out of a velvet bag, she knelt in front of Reggie and removed his gag. Unstoppering the vial, she poured its contents into his mouth and stood up, spun on her heel, and began to walk away.\n\nAlmost instantly, Reggie began to change. Writhing against his restraints, I watched as his chest expanded and his now-soft dick shrunk in unison. His hair seemed to grow too and his face became softer and more feminine. In mere moments, he had completely transformed into a young, supple woman. He cried out during the process, but all the successful regiment members watched in silence.\n\nThe proctors declared her a toast to our success and encouraged us to do whatever we wanted. Stepping into the circle of chairs, I stroked myself and felt my dick growing hard again. Kicking off the seat and legs of the chair, I peered at her newly minted vagina. But, I had another kind of humiliation in mind.\n\nSo I spread her legs and pushed them back, exposing his virgin asshole. Kneeling, I entered him, pushing hard as he writhed in pain and called out. Robotically, I enacted my revenge as the girls, boys, and proctors looked on in stunned silence. Several minutes passed as I pumped in and out, stretching his hole and listening to his protestations grow quieter and eventually lapse into silence.\n\nEventually, I felt myself reaching climax again and pulled out, blowing my load all over Reggie's face. Then I spit on her and removed her blindfold. If you could've only seen the look on her face! With a wave, I gestured to the rest of the regiment to join in the celebration. I walked away as the group descended on him with ravenous lust. Maybe this wasn't going to be as bad a school as I thought..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Writer’s choice! Any sort of story, in the future or an alternate past, set anywhere you like — Long as it includes multiple women consensually (even happily!) giving blowjobs in a completely in a very public setting, as if it’s the most normal thing ever. Maybe it’s an annual spring festival?
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"content": "I was just watching golf on a lazy Saturday afternoon last April when my wife asked \"Hun, are we going to the Seeding festival today?\"\n\n​\n\nI hadn't even realized the festival was happening that day. We used to go to the Seeding each spring but the festival had been cancelled the last 2 years due to covid. Seeding festivals had been popular in the Midwest US since Scandinavian immigrants introduced the concept in the 1870s. Historians debated if the festival was a proper understanding of the much older Freyr festival that Seeding festivals were based on, but it mattered little to the people attending who just wanted to drink, listen to music, and of course: get their dicks sucked.\n\n​\n\nHere in Appleton, Wisconsin the festival was a charity event that benefited a number of local community organizations. Our festival was based heavily on the concept of Freyr's legend of sending a bracelet with golden apples to try to woo a woman he was smitten with. Men could buy small golden apple charms for a hefty price, but they could then offer those charms to women at the festival in exchange for... relieving them of their seed. Women got golden bracelets with their ticket purchase, and the women who ended up with the most golden apple charms on their bracelets won a prize. 1st prize was usually a year of free gas from the local gas stations, I think. And if I recall correctly the woman who won in 2019 had 23 golden apples. In recent years men were allowed to collect golden apples too of course, but for the most part they had little hope of competing with the ladies. The men were the ones handing out the golden apples after all, and it was dealer's choice.\n\n​\n\nThe whole thing was meant to be a celebration of male fertility and the promise of a productive spring leading to a high yield summer growing season and bountiful fall harvest. All in the interest of community charity to boot. In reality though as I said before, most people were there to get drunk. This is Wisconsin after all.\n\n​\n\nI shut off the Masters golf tournament and said to my wife \"Yeah, we should go. They usually have pretty good bands playing, and the beer selection is always good. The Brats are good too.\"\n\n​\n\nMy wife just gave me a kiss and a devilish smile. She asked \"Oh? Is that why you wanna go? Music, beer, and Bratwurst?\"\n\n​\n\nI smiled back and told her \"Well, those are...some of the reasons. I can't deny the thought of your beautiful lips wrapped around my cock is a powerful motivator as well.\"\n\n​\n\nI got dressed in some loose gym shorts and a T-shirt. My wife was dressed in a new light spring sweater she had just bought and some comfy yoga pants. The dress at the festival was casual, to say the least.\n\n​\n\nWe arrived around 2 pm to find the festival in full swing. The band was playing and the crowd was a bit loud and rowdy already. There were fences set up around the fairgrounds and IDs were checked at the gate to ensure no underage persons got in. Once I bought our tickets, a single golden apple charm, and my wife was given her bracelet we made our way inside the fences to the fairgrounds. Large tents were set up that had food, or beer, or food and beer. The band was playing up at a stage by the front of the venue.\n\n​\n\nA number of guys were walking around without pants, and a few ladies were topless. County ordinance for the fest was that you could be partially nude, but not fully nude. The general idea was that if you were \"blessed\" by nature, you were supposed to show it off for the benefit of others. So well hung guys and well stacked women were supposed to show the goods. Of course some people mis-overestimated their own endowments, but for the most part it was followed. As we passed the beer tent my wife elbowed me and whispered \"holy shit\", then pointed to an exceptionally well hung guy.\n\n​\n\nWe got a couple brats and 2 beers and made our way to one of the open tables. As we were eating we heard a nearby table shout \"Skal!\" and looked over to see a man emptying his balls into a young woman's mouth. As she stood up she opened her mouth wide to prove she had swallowed the load and people began cheering her on and clapping, with most taking large drinks of beer. My wife and I set our brats down and clapped a bit as well, then took a few drinks of our beers. We watched the woman collect a golden apple charm from the guy as he zipped his pants back up.\n\n​\n\nAs we finished our food I asked my wife \"So, m'lady, wouldst though desire a golden apple?\"\n\n​\n\nShe just grinned and said \"Of course, my love.\"\n\n​\n\nI turned my chair to the side to give her more room as she came over to me and started sliding my gym shorts down. A few people had already started to watch us, and one guy raised his glass at me and gave me a nod. I picked up my glass and nodded back as my wife took my cock into her mouth. My wife was a naturally gifted cock sucker, and it was a shame she didn't offer to do that for me at home more often. I was soon rock hard, and knew that I wouldn't be able to last long with her tongue working my shaft the way she knew I loved. I lasted all of 5 minutes, and I was cumming into my wife's mouth. A few people started clapping and shouted \"Skal!\" to toast our successful seeding. My wife swallowed my cum and washed it down with the rest of her beer. I paid her with my golden apple.\n\n​\n\nWe got a couple more beers and went out to the dance floor to enjoy the festival. While we were dancing we saw a number of men getting blowjobs along the sides of the tent. As a guy would finish people would applaud and give the obligatory \"Skal!\" toast.\n\n​\n\nAs we were in line for our 4th or 5th round of beer (I forget which) I saw a hand reach to my wife's shoulder from behind and tap a few times. We turned around to see the guy with no pants and a huge dick. The same guy my wife had noticed and elbowed me about when we arrived.\n\n​\n\nHe said to her \"I saw the way you handled this guy's seeding earlier, I was hoping you could do the same for me.\" And he held out a golden apple charm.\n\n​\n\nUnder normal circumstances, a guy propositioning my wife for a BJ would be a big deal, and a hard nope for both of us. But at the seeding fest, things were a bit looser. We were all consenting adults having a good time for charity, and were celebrating....male fertility after all. A woman was of course free to say no, but it was considered rude to turn down an offered golden apple. Especially from a guy as hung as he was.\n\n​\n\nI made it clear she was free to make her own choice, and after a few moments of hesitation she said \"Yes\"."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: During a famine, the witch of the forest offers the village magical aid in exchange for a pretty Virgin boy. He volunteers. But the witch turn out to be a well endowed milf. Abd she seeks a boytoy she can spoil to her hearts content.
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"content": "\"First rule, darling: you will call me mother or momma. To you, I am no longer Matilda the Witch.\"\n\nThe young man blushes. \"I- uh... yes, m-mother.\" Matilda the Witch, now Mother, was always a social outcast from his village. Most kids his age growing up assumed she was some ugly, horrible woman. But what stood before him now was an unbelievably gorgeous woman, with curves and confidence, something that was sorely lacking from the girls in his village. Not that he had any experience with them.\n\n\"Second rule: you are not to go out after dark. The forest is extremely dangerous, and I don't want you to get hurt. Do you understand?\"\n\n\"Yes, mother.\" She was clad in a sheer clothe dress, with a deep plunging neck. He couldn't look at her for fear he might get a nosebleed. This was more attention than he's ever gotten from woman, save for his late real mother.\n\n\"Lastly, if you ever get scared at night, you are more than welcome to sleep in my bed with me. Nothing would dare harm you when I'm around.\"\n\nWhether she notices him turn bright red in the dim light of her cottage, she didn't let on. With that she turned on the spot and swept out through the front door.\n\nHe let out a sigh of relief. Living with her as payment for her service during the famine was a price the village was all to happy to pay. But not that he was here, he didn't know what to expect.\n\n----\n\n\"Could you come in here? I need help scrubbing my back\"\n\nThe young man shuffled into Matilda's room, where she had a copper tub filled with hot soapy water. She stood next to the tub, brush in an outstretched hand.\n\nTaking the brush, he averted his gaze as she turned around and slipped off her dress. Hearing her climb into the tub, water slopping onto the floor, he stole a glance at his new Mother as she settled into the water, still faced away. She had the most amazing figure, the best (and only) he had ever seen. Her skin was clear and smooth, there wasn't an ounce out of place.\n\nMatilda began scrubbing her skin with a small rag, working diligently to get every inch. The young man was entranced. Each jiggle of form, every jolt that rippled through her, it all was a tantalizing sight he only ever heard of from the older boys growing up.\n\n\"Oh yoohoo, I need a little assistance.\"\n\nHe was brought back to reality by sight of her bending forward to expose her back for him. All he needed to do was get through this, that's all. Scrub her back then your free to return to your room.\n\nWorking away, he fell into a rhythm, scrub-scrub-scrub, move. Soon he forgot all about the fact that he was helping the most beautiful woman take a bath, focused entirely on getting her super clean.\n\nEventually, he had finished his work, proud to have done a good job.\n\n\"Thank you darling. I'm going to relax in the tub for a bit longer, but be close by for when I'm done. I'll need a change of clothes and a towel.\"\n\nHe nodded, retrieving a clean robe from her room.\n\nAs time crept on, the young man found he had dosed off, waking up to find Matilda rousing from her own nap.\n\n\"Wakey wakey, dear.\"\n\nHe handed off the towel, robe ready.\n\n\"Darling, I know your a virgin, as I requested, but have you ever seen a woman naked before?\"\n\nIt was a heavy question, and his mind started racing. Why would she ask me that? Could that mean she doesn't want me here? Am I not pure for what she requires? Have I doomed the village? No, no, no, he hadn't ever seen a naked woman, and he told her as much.\n\nMatilda chuckled. \"Well I suppose it's best if we remedy that. You're going to be seeing a lot of me.\" And with that she dropped her towel."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "Dude! What the hell happened to you?" "Oh, this? Just woke up as a girl today, that's all." "How are you not freaking out?" "Why would I be?"
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"content": "\"Dude! What the hell happened to you?\" I said.\n\n\"Oh, this? Just woke up as a girl today, that's all.\" Karl said.\n\n\"How are you not freaking out?\" \n\n\"Why would I be?\"\n\n“You turned into a girl overnight. Is that not worth freaking out over?”\n\n“I thought you knew!”\n\n“Knew what?” I asked.\n\n“Oh man, I can’t believe you never knew. Once a month, I wake up as a girl for a day. That’s why I would miss school every now and then when we were kids.”\n\n\"Are you serious?\"\n\nKarl nodded his head with a big smile on his face.\n\n\"So you've been doing this for years?\" I asked.\n\n“Ever since I was born.”\n\nI looked at him and realized he really did look like a female version of himself.\n\n“So, if you don’t mind me asking, what’s it like being a girl?” I asked.\n\n“It’s actually pretty cool. I get to dress in cute clothes and do my makeup. It also helps that I have great boobs.”\n\n“Great boobs? Can I see them?” I asked.\n\nHe laughed and pulled down his shirt. His tits were huge! My cock started to stiffen a bit. I adjusted myself to hide it.\n\n\"Wow,\" I said. \"They're huge!\"\n\n\"Yeah, they are. They get me a lot of attention when I go out.”\n\n“Do you feel any different when you change?” I asked.\n\n“Not really. I mean, it can be fun to look like a girl, but it’s still me inside. And, yeah, it feels good to have boobs. But other than that, I'm just me.”\n\n“Have you ever had sex as a girl?” I asked.\n\n“No, I’m not supposed to. This condition is sexually transmitted. If I have sex as a girl without a condom, it can pass on this condition to the guy.”\n\n“I thought you said you had it since you were born. How could it be sexually transmitted?” I asked.\n\n“My dad has it, and he passed it to me. There’s a 50% chance I could pass it on if I have any boys.”\n\nThis was a lot for me to take in. I was sitting here with my friend Karl, who used to be a boy, and he was telling me about how he gets to turn into a girl once a month.\n\n“Ok, can you keep a secret?” I asked nervously.\n\n“Of course, dude. You know I always keep your secrets.”\n\n“Well, I think you are living my ultimate sexual fantasy. I’ve always wanted to be able to turn into a girl. And, um… well, I want to try it too.”\n\n“There’s no trying it. You either have it or you don't. It’s a lifetime commitment.”\n\n“I want this. I decided a long time ago if I ever got the chance, I wouldn’t pass it up. So can we please do this?”\n\n“Are you sure? I mean, I don’t know if you’re ready for this. I don't want to push you into anything.”\n\n“Please, Karl. I want this so bad. Please let me have this.”\n\nHe took a deep breath and sighed. He then reached over and grabbed my hand.\n\n“Ok, let's do this.”\n\n“So how do you want to… you know?”\n\n“Let's start off slow. Let me go put on something girly to set the mood. Then maybe we’ll make out and see where it goes from there. Sound good?”\n\n“Sounds perfect!”\n\nKarl came back wearing a pair of tight pink panties and a matching bra. His breasts were pushed up and stuck out quite a bit. He looked amazing. I couldn't wait to get my hands on those boobs.\n\n\"Ready?\" Karl asked.\n\nI nodded and smiled.\n\nWe made out for a while before he broke away and sat down on the bed. I climbed onto the bed next to him and layed down on top of him. We started kissing again, but it wasn't long until he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close. Our tongues met and we both moaned softly.\n\nI slid my hand under the waistband of his panties and found his pussy. I rubbed it slowly, feeling the smooth, wet skin. I felt his body shudder as I touched him. I kissed his neck and shoulders as I continued to play with him. I moved my hand to his breast and squeezed it gently. He moaned and pressed into me.\n\n\"Oh god, yes,\" he whispered.\n\nHe reached into my pants and pulled out my hard cock. He stroked it gently and licked the tip. I moaned loudly as he sucked my cock into his mouth. I was surprised by how much I liked having him suck me. I'd never had a girl do that before.\n\nKarl removed his mouth from my dick and sat on my lap. I felt his warm pussy press against my hard cock. He guided me inside him and we both moaned. He was tight and hot. His juices coated my shaft as he began moving up and down.\n\n\"God, you feel so good,\" I said.\n\n\"You too.” Karl said\n\n“Fuck, I'm gonna cum!\" I yelled.\n\n\"Me too!\" he screamed.\n\nWe both exploded at the same time. He cried out and I felt him squeeze me. I felt my balls tighten up and I shot ropes of cum deep inside him. He bucked and squirmed as he rode out his orgasm. I collapsed on top of him, gasping for air.\n\n\"That was amazing,\" I said.\n\n\"Yeah, it was,\" he replied.\n\nWe laid together for a few minutes.\n\n\"So, uh... now that we both have this ‘condition,’ \nmaybe we could meet up twice a month for some fun?” I asked.\n\n“That sounds awesome!” Karl said."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [pm] steam punk/diesel punk/cyber punk
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"content": "Steampunk\n\n - There's nothing like getting fucked from the gondola of a zeppelin, body pressed up against the glass, looking down on all the commoners.\n\n - She dressed as a man to serve in the navy, but being surrounded by all these sweaty, musclebound sailors is driving her wild. Surely it's not a good idea to tear off her clothes and beg her crewmates to use all her holes, right? \n\n - Doctor Jekyll has created a concoction that unshackles his innermost desires. It also turns him into a busty redhead who goes by Miss Hyde.\n\nDieselpunk\n\n - The Tsar's palace is under revolutionary control, for the moment. Two young idealists are in awe at the sheer opulence of the private rooms. They've never before had a chance to fuck in such a fancy bedroom, and they may never get one again.\n\n - Messrs Smith and Smythe have an ingenious new invention. They call it the 'Reciprocating Electric Pornograph' and they are looking for a test subject to assist them in its next stage of development.\n\nCyberpunk\n\n - Babysitting the hacker is the most boring part of a run. Mostly just standing around feeling useless while they do their cyberspace magic. But this new hacker's pretty easy on the eyes. I'm sure he wouldn't mind if you used his body to pass the time.\n\n - Sex in cyberspace is impossible to put into words. Erogenous zones that have no physical equivalent. Abstract maneuvers and incomprehensible sensations. You gotta try it at least once.\n\n - One of them's an advanced sexbot with organic components. The other's a human escort with extensive cyber mods. Not even a skilled cyberneticist can tell which is which, especially while they'll trying to distract him."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Coming into the high school reunion with a sexy wife who loved him, the former nerd, now businessman thought he would show up his old bully. He was very wrong.
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"content": "\"I'm sorry.\"\n\nThe words stunned me, my jaw dropping as I stared at my childhood nemesis. He didn't *look* to have changed a bit, still the broad shouldered and muscular form that I remembered from high school. The stubble on his chin had refined into a neatly kept beard, and he'd replaced his letter jacket with a tailored suit. Honestly I was surprised that he didn't wear that stupid letter jacket to the reunion.\n\n\"I was an absolute ass to you. Your memories are probably clearer than mine, but I haven't forgotten how I treated you and the harm I did. I wish I could go back and change who I was, stop myself from ever pushing you around or bullying you. But I can't, all I can do is apologize.\"\n\nI nodded dumbly, my plan for revenge thwarted by an apology I didn't even have to prompt. He'd recognized me the moment I'd approached with a gleam in my eye, words of cutting wit prepared on my tongue. Before I could deliver any of my well rehearsed repertoire he'd simply apologize, and I could feel the sincerity of the words.\n\n\"Oh hi, honey! Is this one of your friends?\" The warm honeyed voice of my wife, Emma, called to me as she pressed herself against my right side, her arms wrapping into the crook of my nearest elbow while her breasts enveloped my arm just above. She'd known I wanted to show up an old rival and had agreed with naught but a roll of her eyes, picking out a sensual and oh so very tight dress that highlighted her cleavage with a plunging neckline while a long slit in its side left her right side almost completely exposed, only thin straps holding the back to the front above her hip.\n\n\"H-hi love,\" I stammered, caught off guard. \"This is... Mark.\"\n\n\"Oh,\" she frowned, remembering the name clearly.\n\nMark blushed, obviously trying not to stare at my wifes gorgeous and barely concealed form. He managed to make a slight bow, his gaze fleeting away from us both before returning pointedly meet mine.\n\n\"A pleasure to meet you. You are a lucky lady to have found Tim here, he was always the smartest kid in any of our classes.\"\n\nEmma raised her brows at me, a questioning look in her eyes.\n\n\"Mark, this is Emma, my wife.\" I freed my arm from between her breasts and wrapped it around her, pulling her tight against me and gripping her ass possessively. \"And yes, my love, *that* Mark.\"\n\nMark sighed, \"I truly am sorry.\" He looked to the side, eyes searching for someone before finding them and giving them a beckoning wave. Shortly after a tall slender woman in a very short cocktail dress joined him, moving to take his hand before seeing Emma, immediately forgetting about Mark and rushing over to give her a hug. As tight as he held Emma, he couldn't ignore how the newcomers hug pressed her thigh against his hand where it gripped his wifes firm ass.\n\nStepping back she rejoined Mark, taking his hand and smiling at them both. \"We just met at the bar! She's amazing, like a long lost sister! I am simply blown away by that amazing dress, did you know she's wearing it just to help her husband show... up...\" Her voice trailed off, a frown forming on her face as she turned to glare at Mark.\n\nMark nodded, a solemn expression on his face as he returned her look. \"Yes, this is the Tim I told you about.\"\n\nHis gaze turned back to Tim, \"Tim, Emma. This is my wife Nyssa. And she's agreed to help me right a past wrong with you Tim.\"\n\nTim's eyes furrowed, unsure where this might be leading but not inclined to trust Marks intentions.\n\n\"Oh...ohhhkayy?\" He questioned hesitantly.\n\nMark sighed, \"this probably isn't what my therapist had in mind, but... he said a key to forgiving myself, is doing something significant enough to overcome the wrong I've done.\" He looked to his wife with adoration clearly showing in his eyes. \"I love my wife more than life itself, but she's always been a wild child while I've been, well... selfish.\"\n\nTims gaze flicked between the two, his curiosity piqued but no more trusting of Mark than he was before.\n\nMark took a deep breath before exhaling, \"Tim. Would you like my wife to join you and your wife for the weekend?\n\n\\*\\*\\*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: It started when she let one of her friends pay her to feel up her sizeable boobs. Then she let an ex pay her for a booty call. The tawdry thrill of it just sparked something in her...
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"content": "A red car. She was looking for a red minivan. \n\nRia glanced at her phone… sent that she was here. At the place they agreed to meet.\n\nShe was a good kid… she couldn’t even imagine herself doing this… she was in school, she wanted to go to medical school. Ria told herself that she was just making some extra money… but that seemed like a lie. Her parents had more than enough money to support her… \n\nIt had began so innocent but now she was having doubts.\n\nThe meeting spot was an old university parking lot. And she was meeting with an older couple; a blond haired man and a dark haired woman. Not that old—only their late thirties, but Ria was scant over 20. They even had kids… but the kids were away at summer camp, so Ria would be their entertainment for a couple weeks.\n\nShe’d already been half compensated… enough to pay for an entire year of school. They were clearly quite wealthy.\n\nRia saw the car immediately... a sports car. The two are waiting outside, by the trunk… the man in well fitted suit; the woman in a plunging black dress. They were both attractive… but not in a way that made them seem any younger than they were. \n\n“Hi” Ria smiles “are you Sean and Cynthia?”\n\nSean nods, scratching his scruffy beard “Ria, right? You’re prettier than the pictures made you seem.”\n\n“Thank you…” Ria smiles, blushing under her caramel skin. She glances at the car “where am I going to sit?”\n\nCynthia chuckles, devious look on her face “strip naked. Entirely… no jewelry, hair ties. Leave your everything on the floor.”\n\nRia gulps, glances around the parking lot. It wasn’t busy by any means… but it was definitely not empty. Every fifteen or twenty minutes someone would pass by.\n\n“Here? What if someone sees?”\n\n“Then you should be quick…”\n\nRia takes a deep breath. She feels something good turn inside her. She’d dressed up… worn a nice dress and heels. They’d told her they were going to get dinner at a fancy restaurant. She slips the gown off her shoulders, lets it fall to her feel. A shiver runs up her bare spine. \n\nShe unclips her bra… pulls down her panties and steps on the cold tarmac. Pulls out her earrings and, sets them with the clothes.\n\n“What now?”\n\nSean pops the sports car’s tiny trunk… barely large enough to fit a full load of groceries…\n\n“Your seat…” he nods at the trunk “you’ll wait with the car while we eat.”\n\nRia chuckles nervous, covers her sensitives from the cold “how long?”\n\n“A couple hours” Cynthia shrugs “I’m sure you can find some way to occupy some time. Just don’t get too loud… you don’t wanna get caught.”\n\nRia sighs and moves to get into the trunk… she climbs in and the trunk is closed on her. Soon Sean and Cynthia move to the front seat… they drive for a couple minutes. \n\nThe trunk is so cramped and there’s no cushion. Every bump sends her flying into the roof. The carpet is rough against her bare skin… chafing her nipples, turning them red and irritable but in a good way. \n\nEventually they pull into the restaurant and park. Ria hears Sean grab a valet… check in, whisper something… and the valet climbs into the car. He turns the car but doesn’t pull into the parking lot… he pulls onto the main road. He does a pull at every intersection, sends the car rocketing… only jerking to stop before every red light. Ria has to stifle her squeals…. as the rash driving sends her crashing into every wall of the trunk.\n\nIt stops eventually… it’s a minute after the valet parks that he finally gets out, he closes the door behind him… and Ria takes a sigh of relief. A couple minutes later, she hears a couple of male voices approach. They’re laughing and arguing.\n\nAnd then the trunk opens and she’s staring at four of the valets. Her face goes dead… as she fills with embarrassment. These guy went to the same school as her, had some of the same classes. \n\n“Holy shit, I told you there’s a body in here!”\n\n“You said a dead body… she’s alive. Oh wait, I know you… Ria. You’re in my chem section. Are you okay…”\n\n“I’m okay” Ria groans “could you close the trunk again.”\n\nThe last one scoffs “what are you even doing in here? Naked?”\n\n“Extra money… now go away”\n\nOne of them chuckles, he pulls out a twenty dollar bill. “she’s a prostitute! She’ll do anything for money.\n\nThe Valets smile “hundred dollars if we can share you?\n\nRia sits up, slides out of the trunk. She glances at them “cash afterwards…”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: As a result of a medical trial, she found out just how much milk she could make and how good it could feel to make it...
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"content": "“Oh my God!”\n\nIt had barely been 12 hours since Bethany left the clinic that morning and she was already lactating.\n\n“This stuff really works, I guess.”\n\nShe pulled off her thin pajama top and let her boobs fall free, slapping against her chest with twin rapid fire clapping sounds. As she looked at herself in the mirror, she tried to decide if they were bigger or not.\n\n“Hmm, might be a tad bigger...”\n\nShe muttered to herself as she twisted her body this way and that to get a look at herself from as many angles as possible. It was hard to be sure, though. She was hardly starting out flat, as some of her the other girls in the trial were. Her boobs were fairly well above average already.\n\nShe had been napping before her shift at the bar and woke up to the feeling of something wet and warm trickling between her tits. When she had sat up with a start, the small pool of breast milk that had begun forming in her cleavage ran straight down her body and soaked her shirt, crotch, and sheets in one fell swoop. She had sat there, stunned and confused for a moment, before her exhausted brain reminded her that she had been short on rent for the last two months and agreed to take part in a medical trial in a bid to avoid eviction.\n\n“I wonder...” she whispered to herself as she seized one stiff, swollen nipple between her thumb and forefinger and squeezed it.\n\nA tiny jet of milk shot out towards the wall opposite her bed and she giggled as she felt a strange tingle in her chest.\n\n“Ooh, I didn’t expect that,” she chuckled.\n\nShe considered rolling over and going to sleep on the dry side of the bed, but she was fully awake now and there wasn’t much point. She guessed the milk soaking her bed and clothing would sour fairly quickly if she didn’t deal with it.\n\n*I guess I need to let the clinic know about this,* she thought. *It seems awfully fast.*\n\nBethany got up and stripped the sheets off of her bed, thankful for the plastic lined mattress topper that kept it from getting all the way into her good memory foam mattress. She spent the next hour and a half monitoring her boobs, but they didn’t seem to be leaking or growing or anything like that. Fairly sure it was a one off thing, she got dressed and left her apartment for the bar a few blocks down the street. She would be a bit early for her shift, but she was pretty sure her boss would appreciate the early backup.\n\nShe took her place behind the bar and started serving drinks. She had worked there since dropping out of school to take up an apprenticeship as a tattoo artist. The work was good and the late hours left the rest of her schedule open for her art. She wasn’t paid much as an apprentice, but she had hoped the bar would pay for most of her necessities. Time proved a fool of her, as usual, so she ended up in the trial.\n\nShe had guessed that potentially bigger tits would only help her score more tips at work, so she signed up when she heard about the clinic running trials on what they termed “breast tissue growth and lactation studies”. If she leaked a little from time to time, she didn’t think it would be a huge issue. She knew girls who had babies, and they did alright taking a few minutes to pump every now and then. She would only have one of those problems, thankfully.\n\nAbout halfway through her shift, Bethany felt a strange pinch in her chest. She reached between her bountiful boobs and adjusted her bra, thinking it must have shifted and pinched her somehow. To her surprise, she found that her hand hit flesh a fraction of a second before she expected it to. She looked down in surprise as she pulled down a beer tap with her free hand and saw that her daringly low cut top, chosen for maximum tips, was showing a bit more cleavage than it had a few hours prior.\n\n“Uh-oh...” she muttered as the pinching sensation returned.\n\n“Hey, lady! I’ve heard of a long pour before, but that's a little crazy, don't you think?”\n\nShe snapped out of her trance like state and looked up from her chest to see foam and beer running over the glass she had begun to fill before getting distracted.\n\n“Oh, shit!” She cut off the tap and grabbed a bar wipe to clean up the mess all over the glass before serving it.\n\n“Beth?” Her boss, Audrey, said, raising one eyebrow and giving her a quizzical look. “You feeling alright?”\n\n“I’ll be fine,” she replied, uselessly trying to pull her top up to cover her swelling chest. “But I need to run to the bathroom for a second. Can you cover me?”\n\nAudrey nodded and went back to taking orders and serving drinks at impressive speed. Sure the more experienced bartender would be fine for a short while, Bethany power walked to the women’s restroom. The whole way across the floor she felt a strange sensation within her breasts and realized they were oddly stiff in addition to their increased size. Rather than bouncing slightly, as was normal, they seemed to be almost fixed in place.\n\nAs she slipped into a stall to relieve herself, she stripped off her top and unhooked her bra. Almost instantly, twin jets of pearly milk squirted out and hit the stall door.\n\n“Oh, fuck,” Bethany whimpered, biting her lower lip as she felt a powerful surge of relief.\n\nNow that it was abating, she realized that the sensation in her chest had been strangely like having a full bladder. More than that, though, her whole body was tingling pleasantly, and a warmth and pressure had begun to spread between her legs.\n\n*My god, I’m going to cum if this keeps up.*\n\nShe lifted her hands to her nipples and began instinctually kneading her flesh. Each time she closed her fingers around her nipples, the rich fluid sprayed from multiple ducts and she was soon soaked in her own milk. If she’d been able to think straight, she might have thought twice about her surroundings, but she was so lost in the semi-orgasmic haze she nearly passed out several times. She began gasping and moaning as her flow continued to flood the bathroom floor and one hand dropped to her crotch to give it some much needed attention.\n\n“Fuck, fuck, *fuck*!” Bethany squeaked as she began to cum in earnest.\n\nMilk sprayed all over and Bethany left out a full-throated scream of ecstasy right as Audrey walked into the bathroom to check on her. By the time Bethany finished, she realized that her tits had swollen even bigger.\n\nAudrey sent her home immediately after she had calmed down and explained that she took up some extra work in the clinical trial. She told her to wait til they opened up and get checked out immediately. Bethany didn’t need to be told twice, the amount of milk she was producing and the way her boobs were swelling up couldn’t be right.\n\n - Thought I’d try my hand at one of these prompts. It's really short, but hopefully sweet. I might even turn it into a full story some day."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: (Lesbian) She swore to slay the monster that killed her mother all those years ago. She trained her whole life and became a skilled hunter of beasts and the paranormal. But her mother’s murderer is a sex-crazed succubus… and she loves to seduce and corrupt humans with strong conviction.
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"content": "\"Turn around slowly, monster.\"\n\nThe woman in the alley was tall and pale, like a statue made of ice. She had long dark hair that went down to her waist, and was wearing a backless red dress. She turned around with the poise of a model on the catwalk and looked at her attacker curiously.\n\n\"I take it this isn't an ordinary robbery.\"\n\nAisha was dressed in a loose black shirt and skirt that wouldn't have looked out of place in the nightclubs nearby. She carried a silver knife in her right hand, and her other hand was behind her back, ready to draw another knife hidden in her waistband if she needed it.\n\n\"It took me a while to find you. You've gone through a lot of names over the years haven't you? Lily, Lila, Lisa, Lizzie... *Lilith.*\"\n\nThe look of recognition told her that she had her target. \"You weren't too imaginative with your false names, fortunately.\"\n\n\"Well, sounds like you've been digging into my past. Personal grudge? Sorry, but there are a lot of people I've drained and I really don't have time for...\"\n\nLilith took a few steps backwards as she talked, intending to turn and run, but on the fourth step her foot bumped into a crackling barrier of energy. She looked to her left and right, seeing runes painted on the brickwork. She tapped a finger at the air, and again the air crackled with lightning. The barrier filled the alley, preventing her from fleeing.\n\n\"The Barricade of Lawson,\" she hissed. \"And that's a silver blade you're holding. Someone taught you how to hunt.\"\n\n\"My mother. Maria Norton. You should remember her, it was only fifteen years ago that you killed her.\"\n\n\"I've killed a fair number of people, but...\" Lilith tapped her lip thoughtfully. \"Ah, there *was* a huntress about fifteen years ago. Lovely woman, but annoyingly professional. Couldn't charm her, couldn't turn her, had to kill her.\"\n\n\"One night, just like any other night, she buckled on her knives, put on her coat, left the house, and she *never came back.*\" Aisha's glare could have cut through stone.\n\n\"Fifteen years is a long time to hold a grudge. Have you been chasing after me all that time? Do you have a conspiracy board covered in photos of me, connected with bits of string?\"\n\n\"You're mocking me.\"\n\n\"I'm serious. You hate me, and hate leads to obsession. You've been fixated on me for fifteen years. Reading through your mother's notes, staring at security camera footage, scanning through magical traces, anything to get a glimpse of the woman you're chasing after. You probably know everything about me. How I hunt, how I seduce. What shapes I prefer to wear. My favorite dress, how I like my coffee in the mornings. Even the nudes I posted online.\"\n\nLilith grinned at the huntress. \"Well? Am I everything you dreamed I would be?\"\n\n\"It's actually reassuring,\" Aisha mused. \"You're exactly how I imagined you. A beautiful, heartless seductress. Someone who doesn't show remorse, who treats her victims like toys. I've never felt more justified in killing a monster.\"\n\nThe smile didn't waver. \"Has it ever occured to you that this is exactly what I want?\"\n\nAisha hesitated. She had to be missing something. Succubi weren't fighters, so why was this one so calm?\n\n\"I'm a succubus. I can literally *taste* your desire. Every time you were stalking me, every time you looked at me, I could feel your hate. Your emotions tell me what you're going to do, every single time.\"\n\nAisha swung her knife with a scream, knowing she was outplayed. Knowing in her hunger for revenge that she'd forgotten the cardinal rule of a hunter: *Don't toy with your prey.*\n\nLilith moved like a snake, catching her knife hand and stepping in close. Their lips met, Lilith's tongue forcing its way into her mouth, and the huntress's vision filled with pink fog. She staggered backwards in shock. What had she been...? She couldn't remember. There was something she needed to focus on. Someone she was obsessed with.\n\n*Lilith.* She was obsessed with that woman. She wanted her more than anything. She wanted to feel her skin, hold her hand, *anything.*\n\n\"It's so easy to turn hatred into lust,\" Lilith murmured. \"Just a tiny enchantment, a change of perspective, and you realize that what you *actually* want is my body. Your lips on mine, your tongue on my clit.\"\n\nAisha let the knife fall from her hand. What was she doing? Had she really tried to kill such a beautiful creature?\n\nLilith suddenly moved forwards, pinning the huntress against the wall of the alley. \"I *love* hunters like you. Obsessive. Desperate. They never realize that that's exactly why I beat them.\"\n\nHer lips met Aisha's again, and all the strength went out of the huntress. It felt like the air was being sucked out of her lungs, as the succubus started to feed on her life energy.\n\nBut she couldn't bring herself to resist. Fighting back would mean that she'd have to get away from Lilith. Get away from the woman she'd spent her whole life trying to find. Never feel her perfect touch again. And the thought of that was even more painful than the succubus's magic.\n\nAisha sagged into the succubus's arms, giving up any resistance.\n\n\"That's a good girl. Ahh, I can't wait to get you home. It's going to be so fun to make you my slave...\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You check into the capsule hotel, but it's incredibly busy. Turns out your tiny capsule has been double-booked.
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"content": "\"Christ... I'm not going to make it.\" muttered the lurching form of a man. Tie loosened, shirt wrinkled, suitcase dragged and eyelids half-shut, he fought with all his might to bring one foot forward. And then the next one. His hand dragged along the wall, his only reminder that he was still moving, that he was still upright. The other held his room key card. 981, the numbers engraved. \n\n\"Where am I?\" the office worker stops, bringing his drooping head closer to the rows upon rows of hatches. His focus was watered, his eyes wanting to roll back into his head, but eventually the shapes before him form 952.\n\nHis goofy smile powers him further, already dreaming of slamming his head into the soft pillow and clocking out until the end of days. The thought of the warm bed, of laying down on top of his covers like a child, makes him want to laugh hysterically even as his knees threaten to buckle.\n\nAnd as soon as he found his designated capsule room, he ripped the hatch open. \nOnly to be greeted by a monstrous booming roar.\n\n\"Ewch i ffwrdd o fy ngolwg, chwilotwr disynnwyr! Gadewch fi fod!\" shouts the large bearded man from inside the capsule. He slams shut the hatch so hard that the walls shake and there's a slight crack in the ceiling.\n\n\"... That doesn't make sense.\" the office worker scratches his head, before squinting back at the number on the hatch. 981, just as his key card had marked. This should be his capsule. It says so right here. What is this supposed to mean?\n\n\"Hey, this is mine...\" he knocked on the hatch. Muffled shouting ensues inside, and with a heavy heart and heavier eyelids, it leaves the worker down on his knees.\n\n\"That's not fair...\" he curls up on the floor, his suitcase already propped under his weighted head, \"That's where I'm supposed to sleep...\" He stares up at the hatch, as if willing it to answer. As much as he wants answers, he knows they aren't meant for his ears.\n\nSo he lays on the tiled floor, staring up at the ceiling and wondering what on earth he has done to deserve this. Why does he have to go and be the unlucky one?\nHe lies in his own bed of sorrow, blanketed by the coldness this cruel world have woven out for him. Only misfortune cradle his unsupported form. And yet disturbed by one shaking hand.\n\n\"Hey, wake up... Don't sleep on the floor, sir.\" he hears someone whisper above him.\n\n\"Woe is I...\" his half-functioning mind willed the words out of his lips, \"Woe is the man who toils without reward...\"\n\n\"Please get up, you'll get a cold if you sleep here, sir.\"\n\n\"There lies no heaven for the enslaved. Only the frigid coldness of an earthen grave awaits...\"\n\n\"Sir? Can you stop being poetic?\"\n\nHearing a quiet heave, he felt hands at his armpits, ever so inching away.\n\n\"Ngh..! So heavy...! Wake up!\" cried the voice again. He feels his cheeks getting lightly slapped as his eyes slowly opened.\n\n\"Who are you?\" he blinked at the figure looming over him, before realizing how close they were. They could hear each other's breathing, their faces close together and the smell of a blooming garden permeating the air between. \n\n\"That's not important. What's important is that you sleep properly, sir.\"\n\n\"My capsule room is already taken...\" he groans, sitting up with a slouch.\n\n\"I have heard the commotion. But that is okay, I can bring you into my own capsule.\"\n\nHis head jerked up at the sound of it. Like an angel descending from a night sky, he could feel his soul weep at the merciful kindness of this lady. He didn't think he'd seen a person more beautiful or kind.\n\n\"Are you sure?\" he asked her once more. With a smile, she nodded at him.\n\nWith a grunt, he stood and brushed off his pants as she stepped aside.\nAs the door to the capsule slid open did the thought of reason come to him.\n \n\"Wait... you and me, in here?\" I gawked at her, pointing inside the capsule bedchamber.\n\n\"Mm. We share.\" she nods with enthusiasm. Like it was the most natural thing to do. Like sharing a five foot wide bedroom with a stranger wasn't some sort of sin.\n\n\"Is that really okay with you? I'm not exactly a small person , so... would we even fit in the same capsule?\"\n\nShe smiles as he questioned, the light from outside catching the golden flecks in her brown eyes. Her face is young but it has a mature beauty that cannot be denied.\n\n\"It is fine with me,\" she tells him, \"Sleeping there is much better than sleeping on the cold floor.\"\n\nHe looks at her with a fresh perspective, wondering why she's so insistent of caring for a stranger like him. But when she offers her hand he takes it and lets her lead him to her bed.\n\nAs he lay down, his heart thumps against his ribs. In spite of himself he is grateful for the warmth and comfort it provides. And with this pretty lady welcoming him into her bed, his heavy lids seemed to have dispelled. For now. \n\n\"I apologize for the mess.\" he apologizes once more. She shakes her head and smiles brightly\n.\n\"Please do not worry, I can see that you're a very diligent man, working until exhaustion. Though...\" she eagerly laid down next to him, turning onto her side and tucking her hand under her pillow, \"I do wonder why a foreigner like you chose to work here in Kyoto. So far away from home...\"\n\n\"It was my choice anyway.\" he answers, a far away look in his eyes, \"I don't know really how to put it in words. I just suddenly felt the urge to not stay rooted in America, and the next thing I know, I was already on an airplane to Japan.\"\n\nShe hummed softly in understanding, reaching for her bedside lamp. Once she flipped it on and adjusted it dim, she looked back at him.\n\n\"I've realized that I haven't properly introduced myself, my name is Furikawa Himeji. I haven't been employed yet after my graduation, but I'm looking forward to it.\"\n\nHer eyes were bright and clear, almost too bright for someone so adorable. He liked that about them. \n\n\"Nice to meet you.\" he smiles, \"Thomas Stampton, but Tommy will do just fine.\"\nHis curve lessened though as he continued, \"My line of work though isn't something I can tolerate, much less enjoy. Fair warning to you to never work in sales or marketing... it just sucks the life out of you until there's nothing left. I just hope I can leave it as soon as humanly possible.\"\n\n\"Well, I think you're doing great, Tommy. You seem like the person who works hard for what he wants. I'm sure you'll do fantastic things.\" she beams widely, \"And I'm sure you'll be happier once this passes, and you become more free than before.\"\n\nShe leaned closer, almost demanding every speck of his attention \"Keep on fighting, Tommy. Don't give up. I know that there will be better days waiting for you.\"\n\n\"Th... Thank you...\" he smiled solemnly, \"I needed to hear that.\"\n\n\"It's nothing.\" Himeji replied sweetly, \"Everyone deserves to be happy, even at their hardest times.\"\n\nHe nodded as his face warmed from her praise and she smiled back at him. \n\n\"Really, thank you... It's been a while since anyone had said such nice things to me.\" he admitted bashfully. His chest swelled with the warmth that filled it.\n\n\"You're welcome. Now, get some rest, Tommy. I'm sure you need all the rest you can get after today.\"\n\nAfter bidding her goodnight, he closes his eyes and listens to the soft hum of the AC. Secretly, he thinks of those bright eyes and welcoming smile. The gentle touch that caressed his face, and the scent of flowers that still lingered around. All of which reminded him how lovely this strange dreamscape could be.\n\nA dream where the pain of reality was gone...\n\nA dream he wishes that he could never wake up from. \n\n---\n\n\"...\"\n\n\"...\"\n\n\"...?\"\n\n\"...\"\n\n\"... Tommy?\"\n\n\"... mmm.\"\n\n\"A-Ahn... Tommy...\"\n\nIt stirred an odd thought into his otherwise zoned mind. But the softness that envelopes his head was a heavenly sensation that is pulling him into a deeper sleep. A bit warm, but simply perfect.\n\nBut what is that thumping beat? \nAnd why is it going faster?\n \nSomething shifts, and the pillowy softness cushions him like a rolling cloud. \n\n\"... This feels wrong...\" the words slip into his ears. The odd beat still there, reminiscent of a heart beating. But he pays no mind, bliss cradled him ever so softly. \n\n\"... But he looks so happy.\" he heard her breathy murmur. And following that, arms wrapped around his back. Warmth spreads through his whole body as the rhythmic heartbeat speeds up more. Her heartbeat. Thumping at excited rates.\n\n... Hold on.\n\nIt's only until his eyes crack open did things make sense. An embarrassing amount of sense.\n\n\"Shh... Go to sleep.\" Himeji shushes, her round face blushing as she looks down her chest. Right where his face was planted in between. \n\n\"Wha-\" his eyes widen in shock, his face heating up to match hers \"What did I do?!\" he panics.\n\n\"It's okay. I don't mind it~\" she hums, squeezing tighter. He flinched away from her slightly.\n\n\"No. No, it's not okay!\" He pulls his face back into her warmth. Almost instinctively. And when his puzzled gaze falls on her again, she murmurs \"I... I like it when you're this close to me.\"\n\nHe blinked, bewilderment at every front. \n\"Himeji, isn't this a little improper?\" he thought aloud. With her plump chest right before his very eyes, it was hard to not be affected by it.\n\n\"Do you not like it?\" the arms on his back eased and slackened, pulling back slightly.\n\n\"I... ummm... I... don't dislike it either....\"\nHer eyes twinkle playfully at his flustering expression as she pulls him in with a content sigh.\n\n\"That's good. It makes me happy that you like my hugs.\"\n\nHe was confused, trying to wrap his mind around just how sudden it was. He couldn't believe it, and he wouldn't dare tell her how his heart began pounding faster and faster as she hugged him. Or the feeling of safety he felt in her hold. How he felt like he could breathe easy with her breathing softly against his hair. Even her smell, that he couldn't seem to get enough of.\n\nBut his hesitation, the slight stiffness in his body made her stop. Made her ask out loud."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: “Today, I will be demonstrating my talent for you all. I can get anyone off in under two minutes,” Haley said happily into the mic. “Do I have any volunteers?” The annual corporate talent show had certainly taken a turn in the last few years!
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"content": "Howard scoffed at that, “Yeah, alright, let’s see it.”\n\nHaley smiled as she welcomed her male coworker onto the improv the stage. \n\n“Just face the table, place both hands on it, and lean forward,” she instructed. \n\nWith a snort he complied, “Don’t know what you’re planning but I’m confident about my stamina-“\n\nWith expert speed, Haley undone his belt and pulled his pants and boxers down revealing his decent member to the crowd. The two of them are positioned in a way to give the audience a side view of their bodies.\n\nShe leaned forward and showed everyone how much of a brown noser by plunging her tongue deep into his sphincter. Haley heard a yelp and a clammer of the crowd as she snakes her hand around Howard and begin stroking his cock. She knew she’s on the clock and used her other hand to start massaging his balls. \n\nHoward was struggling to keep his cool but he was experiencing three different stimulations all at once. This was so much better than that secretary’s, Janine, blowjob he had a week ago. Fuck, is Haley seeing anyone? He needs to lock down a girl that’s into this nasty foreplay. \n\nWith a simultaneous squeeze on both his cock and balls, he let out thick stream of semen that arced across the stage which wetly lands in a bucket that was put to the side. Haley was experienced as she made sure that about three quarters of his load went inside that bucket. \n\nHoward staggered to the side as he tries to catch his breath. He was about to say something to Haley but she beat him to it. \n\n“I can also fill up this entire bucket completely within half an hour!”\n\nHaley watched the entire male audience begin to rise up."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When he said she could play wife for him and his roommate when she moved in, she laughed along thinking he meant cooking and cleaning but the first night he shows her exactly what he means..
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"content": "\\[WP\\] When he said she could play wife for him and his roommate when she moved in, she laughed along thinking he meant cooking and cleaning but the first night he shows her exactly what he means.. \n\n\\-----------\r \n\r“It’s only for a few weeks. I can’t thank you enough for letting me stay. Since you’re doing me such a huge favor I’ll even be a good little housewife for you.” Kat winked back at Jake and he helped her move the boxes into the house. \r \n\r \n“If that’s how you want to earn your keep, I have expectations.” He warned. She turned back towards him, hand on hip for dramatic effect. She was a petite 5’2’ gothy tomboy, small frame, small breasts, tiny butt; Jake had never looked at her like that before, but if she was offering, then he would see what she had. She did a little faux twirl before coming over to him and rubbing his bicep. \r \n\r \n“Dear, Of course I know how to take good care of you.” She laughed and walked into the house. \r \n\r \nCooking for others was a pleasure that Kat rarely got to enjoy. Now that she had an excuse though, there was no reason to not do it right. She cosy’d up to Jake before asking him for 50$ to go shopping to “Make her husband a dinner like he deserves”. He’d laughed it off and given her the money. If this is what the next few weeks would be be like then it would be easy. \r \n\r \nThe Steaks were seared and in the oven with the potatoes and the veggies were simmering on the stove. She peeked into the dinning room as she heard the door close. Jake put a box on the table and turned to face her. “Just a little something to help you settle into your new role.” \r \n\r \nIt was a box clothing box from Bloomington’s. Kat tentatively walked over to it eying Jake but he said nothing. She pulled the bow off of the box and opened it to find a red and black polka-dot dress that cinched at the waste with a red bow. Very Stepford of you Jake. Never, never would she have worn something like this. It was kind of taking the joke too far… but, nothing from Bloomington’s was cheap. The material was really nice, and he did get it for her.\r \n\r \n“Go put it on before dinner.” Well she had a few minutes before dinner would be done; and his tone brokered no objections. She was in the bathroom changing before she realized what had happened. Had she really just let him tell her what to do like that? He had no right, she pulled the dress down over her head sighing. She’s tell him off after dinner. Couldn’t let her frustration ruin the meal. Fine, if he wanted to be an asshole about the housewife thing, then she would just over do it until he cooled off. She reached into her bag for a lipstick that matched the dress and took an extra minute putting up her hair. She took one last look in the mirror. Damn, the dress made her modest tits pop in a way she’d never seen. She had to admit she looked hot… Hot… like dinner! Shit! \r \n\r \nShe ran back to the oven just in time to find a steak that was borderline shoe leather and a pile of dessicated potato husks. “Fuck!” \r \n\r \n“Kat! That’s not ladylike.” Oh fuck off Jack. She didn’t say it but the timing could not have been worse; and now he’s coming into the kitchen. She sighed. Fine, time to face the music. She met him at the doorway to the room and he paused drinking in her outfit. She couldn’t hide the quick blush that crept into her cheeks. That moment lasted only seconds however as he soon found the source of her outburst. He didn’t say anything, just stared.\r \n\r \nThe shame hit Kat hard, just like he knew it would. The way she reacted to the dress was all he needed to know. She could play at this independent tomboy game all she wanted. But a little bit of discipline and she cracked. “I’m sorry, I… I don’t know what happened. I will fix it, can we do Chinese tonight? I’ll make it up to you.”\r \n\r \nKat caught herself. It was just dinner sure, but she had failed. Her first ‘housewife’ task and she had failed. She withered under his stare. She let him down and for some reason it tore at her. He’d bought her an admittedly cute dress and was taking care of her; she needed to pay it back somehow. \r \n\r \nThey ate dinner, talking about how he was starting a new marketing job downtown, and how she wasn’t sure she wanted to keep going through college. They were adults and all of the pressures and stressors of life bore on them full force. After dinner Jake left Kat to clean up. It was expected after all. She had fucked up dinner and he was letting her stay in his house for free. The least she could do was clean up. \r \n\r \nThe rest of the evening she tidied up the house and organized Jake’s things for work tomorrow. She even did a load of laundry and took it to his room to fold. She was tired too but he would be busy with the new job, and a good wife always made sure her man was ready for the new day…. A flicker of thought said that she was taking this too far, but that was easily dismissed, a load of laundry wasn’t a lot. Jake came to bed as she was finishing up and she jumped as he smacked her ass. She couldn’t force the blush back inside and she damned herself for the smirk of satisfaction that crossed his face. \r \n\r \n“Nice Jake.” She deadpanned back at him. But regardless she walked over and kissed him lightly before leaving for her own room. Once the door closed behind her she sighed against it and took off the red dress, letting her hair down before noticing another Bloomington’s box on the bed. Curiosity got the better of her and inside there was a diaphanous red and black babydoll and panties set. She stared at it for a solid minute before her will broke and she tried it on. It fit perfectly and she had to admit her ass looked absolutely fantastic in it. Jake had been so good to her today and all she had done was ruin dinner and a little bit of cleaning. That wasn’t fair was it? How would a good housewife end the day? She flushed as the answer came to her. \r \n\r \nHis room was dark, there was no snoring and Kat thanked her lucky stars for that. Guys who snored were the worst. She checked herself making sure that everything was sitting right on her and that she didn’t look ridiculous, she banished the thought. He had been so good to her, it was the least she could do and she crawled into bed next to him, and let her hand trace over his chest. He stirred a murmured something under his chest. \r \n\r \n“What?” Kat queried leaning in closer to Jake. She snaked her hand across his stomach to his quickly growing hardness. He pulled her in close running a hand through her hair."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: One of the side effects of the way that her body channeled mana was that the more magic she used, the horrier she got…
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"content": "Zioleos stands in the park, holding a short sword point down in the soft grass.\n\n\"Sorcery will not feel like divine magic. Divine magic and, to an extent, the arcana that I draw upon, come from external sources. Sorcerous magic is internal.\"\n\nEna nods, her hair tied up behind her head. A few stray wispy strands wave in the soft breeze, but otherwise, the elf stands still.\n\n\"How do I activate it?\"\n\nThe white dragonborn smiles with a toothy grin.\n\n\"That really depends on you. It's different for everyone.\"\n\nHe flips the sword up, holding it out to her hilt-first.\n\n\"The origin of your magic heavily influences what you can cast. Given the events of... last night, I'd hazard a succubus lineage.\"\n\nEna winces as guilt stabs her heart. She'd... tempted him. Made him take her. He'd brushed it off in the morning, but it still weighs on her.\n\n\"That skews you towards enchantment, illusion, and evocation. We'll focus on evocation because it's the one I'm most familiar with.\"\n\n*And it's the least morally complicated.*\n\nShe adds that last part herself as she takes the sword and draws it.\n\n\"The spell I want to practice today is simple and practical. Edge your blade in fire just before you strike.\"\n\n\"Like a divine smite?\"\n\n\"Similar principle. But remember, the power comes from *you*, not your god. Find a thought or word or emotion that makes that connection and use it.\"\n\n\"Okay.\"\n\nShe draws the sword. As soon as she does, Zioleos conjures a translucent shield and holds it in front of him like a shield.\n\n\"Strike me. You know how much this shield can take.\"\n\nShe imagines fire on her sword. She fixes it in her mind, so vividly she can feel the heat on her face. Then she hits the shield with a shout.\n\nIt rings like a gong, but remains stubbornly free of flame.\n\nShe strikes it again and again, each time thinking of variations on the same theme.\n\nNothing.\n\n\"What are you imagining?\"\n\n\"Just... fire. On the sword.\"\n\n\"That's probably too literal. Try... an emotion. Demons tend to be more emotion-oriented.\"\n\nShe takes a deep breath and readies her stance again.\n\nAnger. She forces it to well up inside her, directed at her old paladin order. The one that had expelled b=her because she wanted to help more. Because she wanted to know more about herself. Because she was *curious*.\n\nThe emotion burns hot and hard, but the sword stays cold.\n\nLike a wrestler changing an opponent's momentum, she shifts her emotions. Wanting. Envy. She *wants* what Zioleos had. The ability to effortlessly command magic, not beholden to any god or order. Just simple study and dedication.\n\nNothing.\n\nShe takes a deep breath and takes another turn.\n\nZioloes' cloak flaps in the wind and she can catch hints of his toned body underneath. She wants him. She wants him so bad, on top of her, inside her, cuddling her. Lust flares in her chest and the blade catches fire.\n\nEach strike bites into the shield as she imagines the situation that she wants, that she needs.\n\n\"En! EN! ENA!\"\n\nShe cries out with the final strike and the shield dissolves in a crackle of divine thunder.\n\nShe breathes hard, sword in both hands as Zioleos blinks.\n\n\"That was... that was very good. What did you imagine?\"\n\nGuilt pulses through her, but this wasn't a secret she was keen on keeping.\n\n\"Last night.\"\n\n\"Oh.\"\n\nHe frowns, but keeps his stare level.\n\n\"Do you want to talk about it?\"\n\nEna shuffles in place and doesn't meet his eyes.\n\n\"I... made you do something you didn't want to. And... there's nothing I can say to make up for that.\"\n\nHer voice is thick with the shame she feels in her core and she lets it bleed into her posture.\n\n\"That wasn't... I know what charms feel like, okay? That wasn't it. That was a... suggestion. What I did was a fantasy I'd had since I first met you and it was one I indulged in at your expense last night. You didn't make me do anything I didn't already want to.\"\n\nHis voice has that calm, too-level quality it gets when he's trying to hide something.\n\n\"I... you...\"\n\nShe takes a deep breath, marshalling her feelings.\n\n\"That's not fair to yourself. And plus... I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy it.\"\n\n\"You... enjoyed it?\"\n\n\"Yeah. You're attractive and I... I wanted you.\"\n\nShe was blushing like a callow youth now, but she can't help it.\n\n\"Even the part where I hurt you?\"\n\nHer breast flares up in a sympathetic twitch of pain. She'd healed the actual wound last night, but it still sometimes flared.\n\n\"Not that part. But maybe now that we've talked and we can control ourselves better, we can do it more often?\"\n\nShe sneaks a peek at him. He's not blushing, he can't, in fact, but she can read in on his face.\n\n\"I... I'd like that very much.\"\n\nShe takes a deep breath, squares up again, and raises her sword.\n\n\"Can we go back to training?\"\n\n\"Please\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: He found a djin and used his last wish to give his trans friend the female body she allways wanted. He did not expect that to be the body of a permahorny, sexed up bimbo.
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"content": "**Changing Friends \\[Part 1\\]**\n\n**\\~Joan**\n\nI’m wet, and not because I’d just changed out of the soaked jeans and shirt I came here with, but wet as in juiced up from the rolling waves of sensitivity suddenly coursing through my body.\n\nWhat’s going on? I’m gasping because just the fabric of the shirt across my skin is sending pleasure deep into my chest. The modest implants I selected are bursting out into pump D-s, I could feel my waist shrank down, while my hips widen. My lips felt fuller, my hair extended in silky locks, and my fingers slimmed down.\n\nFear and arousal were fighting for dominance in my head as my knees threatened to give out. I was still in your bedroom and becoming sensitive to everything. Even the air was causing goosebumps across my skin. The fur rug carpet underfoot is making my body tremble. This wasn’t normal, this was magic, and when I looked up, you were in the frame of the doorway, staring at me with hungry eyes.\n\nYearning floods my thoughts. Lust pulsed into the over charged neurons of my brain, craving submission and you.\n\n**Earlier that day : \\~Joan**\n\nPuling up on your pad, a huge flat scrape of modern concrete and glass flattening across the peak of the Hollywood hills. I took a moment at the smog filled city below. “The view is unparalleled,” you’d said when you bought it a couple years back. You and I had always disagreed on ascetics.\n\nThings change after you’d found a djin. It wasn’t all bad. You paid off my parents’ mortgage, my student loans, and gave me your childhood home in the Oakland hills. But because of your wealth, I haven’t seen you for over a year and yesterday, there’d been a wire transfer that hit my bank account with too many digits. I can’t accept that, which is why I flew down and drove to your house today, braving the hundred degrees LA sun and suffocating traffic.\n\nI rang the doorbell, half expecting a butler to show up except no one comes. I try again, banging on the door this time, still nothing. You're in there somewhere because you texted you’d be here yesterday. Pushing the door open, I called a tentative “Hello?” my voice echoing in the marble.\n\nWalking in, my sneakers squeaked along the scuffed floor till I get to the living room, and it’s a mess. Packets of god knows what kind of drug, junk food and take out wrappers of every variety strewed between shattered glass bottles littering the floor.\n\n“Dan, what the fuck happened?” I ran over thinking you're hurt because there’s red dripping from your hand, but it turned out to just be pizza sauce and you're obviously hung over. “I thought your first wish was for an indestructible body?”\n\n*A-La Captain America,* was what you said your first wish would be the day after you found a plastic bottle with three wishes written on the side of it. As two recent graduate students, I’d just taken you home from your latest round of chemotherapy. We were cleaning out the last of your parents’ possessions from the Oakland house so you can move in with me. It’d been a shit week for you, given the cancer relapse, and you were afraid that you’d get fired.\n\n“Look, if they fire your ass, we can just get married.” I offered, and I wasn’t joking. “My company has great health benefits and the rent from this place will cover your living expenses. Take the year off till you figure out something else.”\n\n“That’s because you’ve been trying to get into my pants since elementary school.” You joked, coughing. After much abuse and lung cancer from secondhand smoke, the house was the only good thing your parents left you. “John, you’ve already done too much for me. I promise I’ll pay you back someday and take care of you.”\n\n“Yeah, well, just try to not die first.” I smiled as I packed up the last of the things and drove you back to my place.\n\nThen, overnight, you tried the bottle and an actual djin popped out and changed our lives forever. That was three years ago.\n\n“John? Is that you?” You're groggy as I position you under the two shower heads of your way too big bath.\n\n“It’s Joan now,” I remind you. I’ve been transitioning for a few months post surgery but you’d missed it, partying and traveling the world. My white shirt and blue jeans were getting soaked, along with your black t-shirt and sweats, but I was more concerned with what looked like cheese whizz stuck in your hair.\n\n“Right. How’s your parents?” You asked as the warm water brought a bit more clarity.\n\n“They’re fine. Says hi.” I frown at you. “What the fuck happened? I thought you got a body upgrade and couldn’t get hurt and drunk and shit.”\n\n“Drugs still work, just burns off faster.” You said it like it was a bad thing. “So why are you here, Joan? Do you want more money?”\n\n“No. I’m here to returning it to you. It’s too much Dan.” I squeezed shampoo into my palm and adding it to the mess atop your head. “You don’t have to give me any more money. I’m an engineer, remember? I can get by.”\n\n“Pshhh you haven’t programmed since you graduated. I thought you were a manager now?” You said, and I don’t tell you I’ve been fired for making my coworkers uncomfortable during my transition. I had to take a pay cut but working at a much nicer company.\n\n“And I thought you were living the party life.” I focused on rubbing soap into your skull. “What happened? Where’s your staff that you hired? Where’s Rebecca?” I asked and you don’t answer me, instead you close your eyes and lean back while I clean the weird cheese thing from your hair, like how I took care of you back when you were too weak during your chemo.\n\n[Continued Here Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/SevWagoner/comments/vhr1qr/changing_friends_part_2_wphe_found_a_djin_and/)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Monster girl yuri scenarios!
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"content": "* Her hellhound roommate was the best; she was strong, helpful around the house, everything in a roommate a girl could want. Of course, her best quality was how amazingly she fucked her in bed.\n* A priestess finds herself in the home of a gorgeous vampire woman, and even her faith can't keep her from getting seduced.\n* The princess longed to court a woman, and a succubus decided to take advantage of her longings."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A cute human got lost and unknowingly wandered into a lamia/naga's den to wait out a storm. The lamia will gladly accept cuddles in exchange for sharing shelter. Humans are notoriously warm, after all...
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"content": "This is a bit off prompt. Hope that's okay.\n\n\\-----------------------------\n\n**TIFU cute-biped I cuddled with was not who I thought he was**\n\nSashie here, 34 female emerald Lamia. Upper body of a lean woman with huge breasts and attached at the waist down with my magnificent tail, 25 ft! I know I’d been very well endowed in both tail and boobs.\n\nBut enough about me, to start. You’ve all heard about humans, right? The endangered squishy fun bipeds that went almost extinct with all the ravishments from the dragon and unicorns?\n\nApparently, ejaculating literal rainbows is not good for the health of mortals. And don’t get me started on the dragons, with their tendency to kill their mates. Even if it isn’t intentional, there’s a reason they say dragon copulation is a radiant-beautiful thing. That’s not wax poetic, it's a literal description. The reason that a group of them is called thunder it's because when they fuck, it’s a literal lightning storm.\n\nNo one has seen a human in our area for ages, and I wondered at those rare creatures, famed for having peak magic generating pleasure abilities. Let's face it. We all want a taste, and to siphon them for energy.\n\nSo the other day I was slithering across the meadow and lo-and-behold, what do I see but a human! Blond curls and dark black eyes. The slim, graceful human man looked so warm and his cashew nut skin looked tempting enough to bite.\n\nHe was sitting beneath a large walnut tree, holding a notebook writing. I knew they were a protected species, so I held back and just observed him as the suns traversed the sky till nightfall. The fact that he neither ate nor moved from the spot should’ve tipped me off that he wasn’t mortal, but I was too busy flicking my tongue in his direction, tasting his aura. It was so foreign, so tortuously sensual, like he was an untouched ripened fruit swollen to the point of rupture. And I wanted him to burst into my mouth.\n\nWhen our second moon rose, deep in the dead of night, I slipped, coiled up to the tree behind him, afraid of waking him and scaring him off.\n\n*One cuddle*. I told myself. I just want to wrap my body around him and squeeze till he needed air, stroke the small extension between his legs till it pained him so much he’d beg for me to fuck him with my frontal slit. *One harmless little squeeze. Then I’ll do the responsible thing and bring him to my sisters.*\n\nI got so close to him that my upper fleshed body could feel the heat from his before I sent out my hypnotism. “Hi there.” the th\\~ sang from my lips “Let me hold you.” With his eyes closed, he stirred for me. Cute wrinkles developed between his brows. “Relaxsssss” I commanded, slipping my green length around his warm body. The human needn’t be conscious for me to hypnotize him. It was actually easier if he wasn’t able to fight me.\n\nExcept he didn’t stay asleep, like I requested, nor relaxed.\n\nHis body tensed and his eyes shot open. “What are you—?”\n\n“I’m Sssssaashie, a lamia, your safe little one.” I looked deep into his black eyes with mine, slitted gold. My body developed into knots contorting around him, holding his arms splayed, legs too. Every part of him was wrapped by the length of my body and it felt so warm, so good.\n\n“Let me go,” He frowned, bucking to pull free, “I’m not what you think I am.”\n\n“I know what you are,” my tongue flicked out, licking the side of his face. He tasted like pure temptation. “You’re human. Deliciousssssss vessels for the most rare and coveted pleasssssu—”\n\n“I’m not! I’m just taking this form because it conserves the most energy.” He grunted. “I’m not human, my name is $̵̱̅4̸̣͊ṁ̸̬s̴̛̺0̶̡͝ņ̷͊. Let me go!”\n\nI thought it was a lie, so I tightened my grip, wanting to taste his pleasure as it bud in my mouth. Pressing my chest against him, I kissed. Liquid power flowed through my lips to his and it tasted exactly like I dreamt.\n\n“Mmmm.” I groaned, feeling the pleasure generated as well as the developing pulsing need in between his legs. “Ssssam is it? Just give in.”\n\n“I don’t want—”\n\n“Oh, but I do. I want all of you.” my sharp nails moved to the coverings on his legs.\n\n“Stop it! You don’t want to release my real form. I’m too hungry. I won’t be able to control myself.”\n\n“Hunger? You can have me all you want.” My nails sliced into the tanned cloth, freeing him from their bond. “Feed on me however you want. Mortals can’t hurt me so easily.”\n\nGrabbing his pants, I pulled, hard. Expecting to see the soft pinkish flesh of his body and the erect penis I’d felt earlier, except his legs changed. He didn’t remain his cute bi-ped self.\n\nInstead, his dick was a thick fat tentacled monstrosity, and before I could get away, he grabbed me with his extensions, stronger than my tail. His magic held me hostage, squeezing and massaging my entire length, making me feel weightless, something I wanted to do to him. “Ahhh.” I moaned into his luxurious grip. Tentacle monsters, the most powerful and most feared of all the realm’s sentience.\n\n“You need to be disciplined.” He scolded, and I realized his eyes held a deeper power than mine, tapping into a realm in the far abysmal plane older than here.\n\n“Please punissssh me,” I was purring, surrendering to the rapture of his tendrils.\n\nOne of his dark extensions held my head, before fucking my throat like I was some common naga whore with gills to breathe. I choked, the lack of air making me cough, my eyes stinging with tears, but no that wasn’t the end. Pressing me on all sides, even with another Lamia, I hadn't felt that much bliss. He reached down to my wet frontal slit, teasing my hole before mercilessly assaulted it as if he owned me, and I wanted him to own me.\n\n“Please fuck me.” The words lept from my mouth till I was exhausted, mind and body bending to him completely.\n\nIt was days later when he finally released me, and I was a twined mess on the floor.\n\n**TL;DR the cute-biped I cuddled turned out be a tentacle monster!**\n\n**I Learned my lesson. Consent is super important. But now I crave tentacles more than anything else, except Sam refuses to let his tentacle side out again. Strange for a tentacle monster to not want sex.**\n\n\\- Sashie\n\n\\------------------------------------------------\n\n[4th wall here.](https://www.reddit.com/r/SevWagoner/comments/viow9m/daisy_of_the_nether_realm_aita_collection_of/)\n\nIf you liked the story, upvotes makes me happy :) For more of my writing, join r/SevWagoner"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Clothing Based Prompts
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"content": "A tomboy has to put on makeup and a red, backless, halter neck mini dress in order to do a promo for her stream. It hugs her athletically curvaceous figure and its low neckline frames her large bust. She's embarrassed to admit that she actually feels really sexy, and with some of her guy friends stop by, she starts having some fun teasing them, even getting turned on herself... She may come to discover how much she enjoys dolling herself up, and she may pick up a new friend or two with benefits.\n\nAlso, perhaps her fashionista / makeup guru friend is there to egg her on / gloat / encourage her sexually with mischievous Glee."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "Don't you hate it when your girlfriend has a twin sister but you get confused and end up fucking her dad?"
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"content": "Ricky Pontiac often woke up in disbelief of the woman besides him. How could anyone be so… beautiful. Not just in that, she was kind and smart and… fuck… she was an animal in bed.\n\nHe flicks off the blender and pours his green breakfast into two very large glasses. Protein… lots of protein. Ricky was sure Lindsey would appreciate it. He takes one and takes a sip and sits down. Ricky hears the shower go off… hears the ruffling of a towel against wet skin.\n\nLast night his girlfriend had introduced him to her family. Her mom, her dad, her younger brother, her twin sister. The moment he’d seen Lindsey… he knew he was gonna hit that. Lindsey had the body of the gods, an ass to die for… he’d even asked Carol…his girlfriend… and heck, she was cool with it. Honestly, she loved the idea… wanted Ricky to tape it. Carol… was a freak, but Ricky liked that in women. Her entire family were animals to be honest, her mom, her dad, even her soft spoken sister.\n\nLindsey just understood Ricky… they were kindred spirits you know? Both obsessed with fitness—Lindsey owned a regional chain of gyms, actually. Used to be a personal trainer before that. That’s how Carol’s family made their money. \n\nNot to mention, Lindsey and Ricky both rode motorcycles. Lindsey had this big cruiser. You could hear the damn thing from miles away. To be fair, it was prolly the reason Lindsey was hard of hearing at such a young age. But that came with a fun benefit… the sounds Lindsey made in bed, they were so loud, Ricky was sure Carol could hear them in the other room. He could just feel her fucking herself to Lindsey’s moans. Losing herself to the passion on the other side of the drywall.\n\nRicky was hard just thinking about last night. They’d gone for hours… needed so much lube. \n\nHis girlfriend had left early. She was a medical student; had her anatomy labs at four in the morning on a Saturday. Carol’d taken Ricky’s truck… but it was fine, he wasn’t planning on going anywhere.\n\nRicky was done with his glass by the time Lindsey came down the stairs, clad only in a towel around the waist... sculpted body on full display. Fairly, Ricky wasn’t wearing much either… he was only in his underwear. \n\nLindsey grabbed the glass and leans against the counter. Takes a sip.\n\n“Last night was fun. I see why my daughter likes you.”\n\nRicky smiles “that she does…”\n\nHer girlfriend’s dad nods. He was an incredible specimen of a human being; Lindsey Jameson was a Greek god, built like fighter… his body all muscle, all in the right places. Lindsey had golden hair spliced with silver and a goatee… the man was a gladiator. \n\nLindsey downs the rest of his glass, shifts to put it in the sink… a knob from one of the drawers catches on his towel, revealing his ample length. But he doesn’t seem too bothered…\n\n“Round two?” he looks to Ricky.\n\nRicky grins, tears off his briefs “Fuck yeah”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A man can only have magic if he's born with it, but a woman born without magic has a second way. Bearing the child of a mage or magical being will spark magic within the mother. A young, beautiful peasant girl decides to pursue her magical dreams...
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"content": "Write a story using this writing prompt: A man can only have magic if he's born with it, but a woman born without magic has a second way. Bearing the child of a mage or magical being will spark magic within the mother. A young, beautiful peasant girl decides to pursue her magical dreams..."
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"content": "(This is kind of long--the premise needed context then I got carried away with the sex scene 😬 Hope you enjoy!)\n\nThe Grand Sorcerer Ikalis sat back in his throne, his staff resting loosely in his nimble fingers. He signaled to his servant to open the doors into his chambers. With a deep, commanding voice, he called out, “You may enter.”\r \n\r \nLoreena entered, her head bowed sheepishly and her hands in front of her body. Never did she think she would get into the same room with any of the magic wielders in her kingdom, let alone an audience with the Grand Sorcerer himself. Her mission to become a mage’s bride has been long and treacherous, but she felt overwhelmed with the thought that she was at the end of her journey. Once she reached the end of the golden train that led to the throne, she lowered herself to her knees at his feet, still not lifting her eyes. She waited for him to address her.\r \n\r \n“I’ve heard many things about you, Peasant Girl,” he said with a wry smile.\r \n\r \nShe didn’t lift her head, her sunny blonde hair falling over her face. “I would hope you heard good things, your Greatness.”\r \n\r \n“What is your name?”\r \n\r\r \n“Loreena. Loreena Sharp.”\r \n\r \nHe chuckled, dark and deep within his chest. She could feel it reverberate through her, feel his power from her place on the floor. That’s the magic she had been craving. “Stand for me, Miss Sharp. Let me see your face.” \r \n\r \nLoreena obeyed. When she lifted her eyes, she was startled, realizing Ikalis was now toe to toe with her, bearing down on her small frame. She caught her breath, trying not to show fear or how handsome he was in person. The sorcerer seemed impressed at her resolve. “Thank you for granting me an audience, Grand Sorcerer,” she said humbly. “I am deeply honored.”\r \n\r \nIkalis began to circle her with an appraising eye. He used his staff, the head of which was a jungle cat, to lift her chin like cattle. She dare not show discontent. “You are quite lovely for a peasant girl.” Loreena could feel his eyes tracing every curve: her round, firm breasts, voluptuous hips, and bountiful ass. His staff was unyielding under her chin. “Surely the most buxom young woman to enter my chambers.” He moved his staff, moving away from her to return to his throne. “While I understand the nature of your visit with me today, please share with me what you believe I can do for you today.” \n\r \nLoreena swallowed, holding her chin high and her chest out in bravery. Beneath the surface, however, her stomach fluttered, heat pooling in her thighs. She silenced her nerves and spoke true and clear. “It’s not what you can do for me, your Greatness. It’s what I believe I could do for you.”\r \n\r \nIkalis wriggled his thick brow with interest, his stubble twitching with his grin. “Oh? Pray tell, what you can do for me.”\r \n\r \n“I understand that you are looking for a woman to sire an heir for you.”\r \n\r \nIkalis nodded. “I am. How did you get hold of such sensitive information?”\r \n\r \n“I have my sources.”\r \n\r \nThe sorcerer scoffed, amused. “And why, my dear, do you believe you’re suited to… lay with me and conceive my child.” He paused, eyes hooded with hunger and running his tongue against his bottom teeth. “Or *children*, for that matter.”\r \n\r \nLoreena took a deep breath, her composure wavering slightly. Truthfully, she had only heard rumors of his devilish charm and undeniable allure. It was rare anyone achieved a meeting with the Grand Sorcerer, so his visage was nothing more than a tall tale. But in his presence, the power in his looks was more than mere fantasy. His eyes were like meteorites, gray and solid barreling into her flesh like soft earth. His black hair was long and shining against porcelain skin, and his sharp features made him appear as if he was cut from the most precious stone. It felt sinful to look upon him, but sin was all she had in mind. “May I speak freely, your Greatness?”\r \n\r \nIkalis said nothing, only motioning her to continue.\r \n\r \n“I am sure that you have had more than your fair share of women to choose from. You are the most powerful sorcerer in the kingdom and your beauty is unparalleled; I’m sure women more significant than me have thrown themselves at your feet.”\r \n\r \n“Flattery will get you nowhere fast, Miss Sharp.”\r \n\r \nLoreena took another deep breath. “I know I don’t come from nobility. I also was not born with the gift of magic. But from my girlhood I dreamed of that magic, that power. My only option is to bear a child of a mage. And for the kind of power I need, I crave? No better magic wielder than the almighty Grand Sorcerer.”\r \n\r \nIkalis looked at her for a moment, face indiscernible. Then he stood, walking down the stairs of his mantle until he was face to face with her once more. He could see the yearning in her satin blue eyes, the lips of her young face parted with a waiting breath. For a moment, he caught himself holding his own breath. Even in the centuries he’s been disciplined in his craft, his flesh was still mortal and still man.\r \n\r \nAnd her lips did look quite tantalizing.\r \n\r \n“Suppose you’re right, Miss Sharp,” he said, his deep voice heavy and slow. He took her chin in his long fingers, forcing her to keep his gaze. “Suppose I have had many proposals in bid for my seed. Why should I give it to you?”\r \n\r \nLoreena realized how close he was to her, nearly chest to chest. He smelled of witch hazel and musk. It made her knees weak. “Admittedly, your Greatness, the words escape me. But would you be willing to allow me to… show you?”\r \n\r \nIkalis took a sharp breath in, temptation stiffening his manhood. “Perhaps that is wise.” He raised his hand, and with the snap of his fingers and a cloud of smoke, they appeared in his bed chambers. It was immaculate, ornate in purples, silvers, and grape vines, and a four poster bed of natural oak sat in the center. Ikalis backed away from Loreena, sitting on the foot of the bed, and with the flip of his hand, he waved his staff and his clothes away, now bare before her. He was lean, muscles taut under his skin, and his cock, only half hard, was thick and virile. Loreena’s center was hot. “Go on, Loreena. Believe you are worthy of my child? Show me.”\r \n\r \n“Should I keep myself clothed?” Loreena asked, rubbing her sweaty palms against the dingy fabric of her dress.\r \n\r \n“Oh! Silly me,” Ikalis teased. He waved away her clothes as well, leaving her in her naked glory. She looked even better undressed, skin shining and honey smooth. His cock visibly twitched. “If it means anything to you, my pet, you certainly look like you’d bear beautiful children.”\r \n\r \nLoreena flushed pink, growing wetter under his heated gaze. “Thank you.”\r \n\r \n“Now,” he said, nodding his head subtly, “Come here and prove your worth to me.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Her cyberware let her offer a unique service. Long distance lovers could have one of them temporarily inhabit her body through the internet, so their relationship could get a bit more "physical". Naturally, they tended to want sense recordings as well...
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"content": "Johnny Mercer stood in his kitchen, making dinner. It felt oddly rustic to make something by hand, to cut the vegetables with an actual knife. But this occasion felt like it deserved a home-cooked meal. Someone special was coming over.\r \n\r \nBesides, he still didn't do it all normally. Entoptic displays overlaid his vision, helping him line up each chop, letting him refer to the recipe with a glance. The streams even kept track of how long things had been in the oven, how long until he needed to put more water on the roast. He was no primitive. He was going to do this /right/.\r \n\r \nRight when anticipated - that is, a few minutes after scheduled - he heard a buzz. Without hesitation, he pressed the button. \"Come on up.\" HE unset the locks before heading back.\r \n\r \nA minute later, Lisa Mercer stepped into his apartment. Her medium height carried pleasantly plump curves, wrapped in a one-shouldered shirt and a miniskirt over full leggings and calf-high boots. Her hair fell in a neat, shoulder-length cut that framed her babyface-cute features. A dyed gradient wrapped around her head, from pale blue through to violet. She'd coloured both eyes purple tonight, while her vinework tattoo showed as dull black on her pale skin.\r \n\r \nShe stepped right up and gave him a tight, familial hug. \"Hey, big brother,\" she said, her tone chirpy. \"You look well, and ooh, something smells good.\"\r \n\r \nAfter a good squeeze, he set her down. \"That would be the roast. It'll be ready in--\" He glanced over his entoptics. \"--two minutes and about forty seconds. In the meantime, take a seat, let's catch up.\"\r \n\r \nThey talked and, after those three minutes, they ate. They avoided work talk: he wouldn't comprehend her art, and she'd be bored to death by his corporate consulting. Instead, they talked about life. He told her about his hiking and exploring, and she talked about K, the new boyfriend she'd met over the Matrix.\r \n\r \nAround dessert, the conversation slowed down. Lisa just frowned, picking at her cheesecake without actually eating it.\r \n\r \nHe lay a hand on her shoulder. \"Hey. What's on your mind?\"\r \n\r \nShe smiled, nerves showing in the flush of her cheeks. \"Of course you'd notice. There's something I've been meaning to bring up all night. Um, do you still have that Vicaria implant?\"\r \n\r \nVicaria. Headware that recorded a full stream of sensory qualia, to be played back later. A user could relive those memories in perfect detail, or let others play them back and live vicariously through them. Hence the name.\r \n\r \n\"Of course,\" he said. \"Some memories, you want to keep.\"\r \n\r \nShe smirked. \"Like those 'sprawling mountaintop vistas'?\"\r \n\r \nHe poked her. \"Yes, like those. Why do you ask? Is there something you want a recording of?\"\r \n\r \n\"Yeah.\" Her blush grew brighter. \"Things are getting pretty heavy with K, you know? And he wants to...\" She waggled her hands.\r \n\r \nHe choked on his mouthful. Was his sister seriously telling him about her sex life? \"Can't you do that /on/ the Matrix?\" And was he seriously talking about it with her? Why?\r \n\r \nShe shook her head. \"No. HE doesn't want it with my avatar. He wants it with me. Or... a real, skin-space memory, at least.\"\r \n\r \nThe penny dropped. He couldn't even choke. \"Vicaria.\"\r \n\r \nShe nodded, mute.\r \n\r \nHe couldn't even look at her. It was his turn to stare into his plate. \"You realise those recordings don't just come out of nowhere, right? For me to record... that, we'd have to /do/... that.\"\r \n\r \n\"You're the only guy I know with the implant,\" she said.\r \n\r \nThey stayed silent for a few minutes. The question hung there, not quite asked. Would he fuck her -- fuck his sister -- so her Matrix boyfriend could vicariously enjoy the experience? Vicaria porn was a thriving genre, sure, but not one he'd ever imagined contributing to. Let alone with his /sister/.\r \n\r \nBut... he'd be doing her a favour, wouldn't he? It wasn't her idea, and it wasn't his. It's not like they just suddenly wanted to make each other scream. It was for her boyfriend. And better him, better someone who understood those boundaries, than if she had to go find some stranger, right? Taking that offer was practically a brotherly duty.\r \n\r \nAnd had nothing to do with how nice she looked in that top, impressive cleavage decorated by currently-black ink.\r \n\r \nHe finally answered the not-quite-asked question. \"Alright.\"\r \n\r \nShe froze. He couldn't read the expression on her face.\r \n\r \n\"What?\" he asked.\r \n\r \nShe gave him a meek shrug. \"I was half-hoping you'd say no. Then I could say I did my best, but not have to go through with it, you know?\" She laughed.\r \n\r \n\"Oh.\" It wasn't too late to change his mind. But instead, he found himself rising to his feet, offering her his hand. \"How do we get started?\"\r \n\r \nShe followed him to his bedroom, each step making her blush brighter. \"Start small, I think? Try kissing me.\"\r \n\r \nTry. As if there was some chance of failure. With a thought, Johnny started recording. The confirmation came in a flash, a burst of doubled /experience/ that marked the recording's first moment.\r \n\r \nThe memory would begin with them standing in his bedroom. The lights had come on when they'd stepped inside, illuminating everything plainly even with the curtains drawn across the window. His decor was plain, afterthought cream with brown carpeting. Hobbies lay scattered across his desk. His bed was considerably more lavish: a queen-sized thing, the mattress big and plush.\r \n\r \nYet, the focus of the 'camera' -- his senses -- stayed with Lisa. She stood with her hand in his. Her cheeks glowed pink, and nervous breath pumped her chest, but she didn't back down either.\r \n\r \nThey moved in to meet each other: she stretched, and he bent. Forgetting who she was, it felt nice. Her thick lips caved, softly, under his. He focused on the kiss. The more he experienced that soft warmth, that taste of skin, the better it would show in the recording. She matched him, push for push, her body sinking in against his chest.\r \n\r \nAfter a few minutes of shallow, simple kissing, they came up for air. She looked different. Guilt layered with exhilaration, both kinds of heat rising in her. It looked just like--\r \n\r \nHe flinched away.\r \n\r \nShe frowned, pursuing him, arms wrapped around his neck. \"What's wrong, Johnny? It was just starting to get good.\"\r \n\r \n\"That look on your face,\" he said. \"It reminded me of that time I caught you painting all over my bedroom wall.\"\r \n\r \n\"I was, like, eight years old!\" she said. \"And I'd run out of room on mine.\" She gave him a sullen pout, identical to when she'd just got her license and he'd refused to lend his car.\r \n\r \n\"Nnh.\" He groaned, backing away from her. \"I don't think I can do this.\"\r \n\r \nShe sighed. \"Alright. How about this. Lights.\"\r \n\r \nThe voice command turned off the bedroom lights, and she closed the door to cut off the rest. The only light was her tattoo. It glowed with pale blue light, just enough to show the outline of her arm and the shape of her upper chest, before her top hid the ink.\r \n\r \n\"If we can't see each other, maybe it'll be easier? We can just, like, forget who we're fucking. It'll be just like that Halloween party I went to last year.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Someone goes ahead and performs the Pizza Dare only to realise that the person on the other side of the door is someone they know!
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"content": "I set up the camera, making sure I looked good. I stood nude in the center of my foyer as I waited for the knock. I adjusted the camera slightly and made sure the door would be in frame. \n\n“Hey guys,” I said with a smile as my livestream kicked on and chat opened up. Messages popped up. “Y’all wanted a Pizza Dare stream, so you’re getting it!” I stood up and stepped back, flaunting my fit, nude body. I had been streaming on an adult website for a few months now, and I averaged around 35 followers. Tonight, that number was 135. \n\nThe doorbell rang and I perked up. “Ope! Here they are,” I said. I put a finger to my lips and shushed the silent phone before turning to the door. I pulled it opened, hiding my body behind it. \n\n“Hello, Little Papa Domi- Mrs. Greene?” my eyes went wide as I realized who I was speaking to. It wasn’t just a random pimple faced delivery boy. It was my eldest son’s best friend, Terry. \n\n“T-Terry. Hey. I didn’t realize you were delivering pizzas,” I stuttered. He nodded, smiling. \n\n“Yup, making some extra cash for college. Is Jason home?” He stepped forwards, starting to enter the house but I pushed back against him. \n\n“Uh, no. He actually is working at Targ-mart tonight. Doing the same thing you are,” I laughed. I felt my ears and cheeks boiling now. I grabbed the wad of cash and handed it towards him. “Here, tip included.”\n\nHe started to take the cash and hand me the pizza, but he gave me a steady look. “Is everything okay, Mrs. G? You seem… I dunno. Off?” \n\nI shook my head. “No, honey. I’m fine. I’m just.. feeling under the weather,” I quickly said. I hoped the excuse would be enough to drive him away, but he held his hand against the door. \n\n“Are you sure? You don’t want me to come in and check out the house, right? There’s not someone in there?” I pushed back, but Terry was strong. He’d played basketball on Varsity for 3 years, so he had little trouble moving inside. \n\n“It’s not what it looks like!“ my voice raised as he stood in the foyer. He was tall, taller than I remember. But maybe my posture had an impact on that. \n\n“It looks like… you were filming a pizzadare,” he said with a smirk. He crouched down and glanced over to the phone. “Oh, *live-streaming*,” he laughed before standing again. “What was the plan, Mrs. Greene?”\n\nI covered my hands with my body as Terry eyed home. I felt so exposed and insecure. I shook my head. “It… nothing, it was just a joke. A prank. I was gonna reveal myself-“\n\n“So, you weren’t gonna invite me in? Ask me to fuck right here for your viewers?” He stepped closer to me. I could smell his cologne, heavily obscured by the scent of the pizza shop. “*I’m a big fan, Mrs. G.*” he whispered right into my ear. “*Lets give the people what they want.*”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: (incest) Your 20 years old. But your cute and MILF as hell cat girl mom still INSISTS, that she lick you clean! Even when it means getting her tongue all over your cock.
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"content": "\"Hmmmm...\"\n\nI grumble half asleep. Smell of Italian roasts and diffused sunlight filters through the drapes as I wriggle on my bed. Something hinders me though. Groggily, my eyelids give way to the itchy light in my room. Fuck, I overslept again. A tingly sensation is erupting in my groin, must have fallen asleep half naked while masturbating again.. \\*sigh.\\*\n\nIt feels sticky, and rightfully so. Morning wood? Check. Aching wrist? Check. Mum licking me clean down under? Chec.. WHAT THE HELL! My eyes shine bright, gleaming as they match your glinting pupils. Dilated, relentless and filled with playfulness, they cherish my quivering skin, regardless of how lewd the act is. Usually, it's restricted to my face and lips, when I eat or sweat. I even savor it. Though unconventional, there is an innocence to it not many girls my age can afford.\n\n\"Mum.. that's enough. I need to leave for colleg... oh, okay, maybe a few more minutes.\"\n\nThe licks are unpredictable.. playful. Far from salacious, the method to it is soothing. You never stick to the end or use your lips per se, but in its unpredictability lies the treasure. I can just lie back, caressing my fingers into your scalp.. devouring your hungry yet loving look for me. Without the burden of manifesting these desires to an orgasm, even the simple gentle licks are persuasive to my soul. Intimidating enough to lure it into a sense of safety and belonging.\n\n\"I love you Mum. You are so adorably sweet.\"\n\nThe affirmative giggle from your lips abounds my senses. Slowly and rather annoyingly for me, you glide down to my thighs. I grumble. Pulsating, and longing for more pleasure.. I wriggle once more in my bed, but stay for the look in your eyes. I stay for the tangible love in your pink sweet muscle. I stay for the sensitive, delicate touch of your soft palms. One more class that loses out to you. Neither of us seems to mind."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: An alternate reality where it's *impolite* for the guy to somehow NOT end up cumming in a woman's mouth on the first date. Of course, there's more than one way to do that -- but however it happens, filling her mouth with his cum is basically like a "goodnight kiss"!
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"content": "I'll try another of your prompts I guess!\n\n..........................................................\n\n“Don't fuck this up. Don't fuck this up,” muttered Riley.\n\nHe was driving to the address Gina had given him last night. After chatting on apps for about a month, she had finally agreed to go on a real date with him. It would be his first true date in nearly a year.\n\n“Come on!” he groaned as the light turned red right before he made his final left turn. The car clock read 3:50 and he had promised to be there at 4:00. Now only a few minutes away, there was no doubt he'd be on time, but his anxiety was getting the better of him. He nervously drummed his fingers on the steering wheel until the light switched again.\n\nAfter driving in the parking lot for a few minutes, he found Gina's street and parked outside her unit. He sent her a text and then busied himself with preening his hair in the car mirror. Gina replied to his text that she was coming out and he cupped his hands around his mouth to make sure his breath was okay.\n\nHe recognized Gina from her pictures when she exited the building. It looked like he wasn't getting stood up and ghosted today! Riley straightened up in his seat. Should he get out and open the passenger door for her? No, that would make him look ridiculous; she was an adult.\n\n“Just be cool, Riley,” he whispered.\n\nGina waved as she approached and walked around the hood of his car. She opened the passenger door and stooped down to enter.\n\n“Good afternoon,” he said awkwardly.\n\n“Hi, Riley. I'm glad we're finally meeting each other,” she said with a friendly grin. “Thanks for picking me up.”\n\n“Sure. Of course. Your voice is so pretty. I mean, since we haven't spoken out loud to each other before.”\n\nGina winked at him and buckled up.\n\n“Your voice is pretty too,” she replied.\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nThe drive to the park took a little over twenty minutes. Riley tried to keep Gina entertained while they drove. He let her choose the radio station and tried to remain chatty while driving.\n\nDon't let her get bored he thought to himself.\n\n“Wow, it's beautiful,” said Gina as they entered the parking lot and saw the scenery.\n\n“Yeah, you're going to love it,” said Riley with a smile as he found a spot and parked the car. So far so good! “There are a few really cool hiking trails.”\n\n“Shall we?” asked Gina.\n\nRiley just nodded and they both got out of the car.\n\n“Okay, just let me grab my gear. I brought water bottles and sun screen and stuff,” he said before swinging the door closed.\n\nSuddenly, he felt a quick wave of dizziness strike him. It disappeared as soon as it came, though.\n\n“Oof, I stood up too fast,” he said.\n\n“Yeah, me too I think,” said Gina.\n\nThey met eyes and she blushed.\n\nGod, I hope I get to suck his cock before we leave the park later, was the thought that had just entered her mind.\n\nI hope she enjoys the date and gives me a nice blowjob before we drive home, thought Riley at the same time. Wait, what? Where had that thought come from, he wondered to himself. A wave of guilt washed over him for thinking about such a thing already. Gina wasn't that kind of girl, he could tell. And yet, he couldn't shake the feeling that a blowjob is exactly what she was supposed to give him if they had a fun time hiking and hanging out.\n\nRiley rubbed his eyes to try to clear his head and grabbed his gear.\n\n“Ummm, ready then?” he asked nervously as he tried not to imagine her kneeling down in the parking lot and blowing him while the sun was setting. Although if she did, it's not like anyone else at the nature reserve would care. Anything to steer his mind away from her soft hands tugging his zipper down, her moist lips and tongue wetting his cock as she slurped happily away...\n\n“Yeah, let's get started,” said Gina.\n\nRiley snapped out of his reverie and blushed.\n\n“Um, yeah. Let's try the medium trail,” he suggested.\n\nHe began to lead the way, which helped. If he couldn't see her, it was easier to stop thinking about her caressing his hard dick and worshiping it. Gah!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] An unusual sort of Succubus
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"content": "At first glance, she's what most folks would think of when you think of a Succubus. Curvy, gorgeous, dominant in bed, lusty as all hell.\n\nUnfortunately for her, early in her career she upset a witch by draining her assistant dry right before she was able to drain him herself for a spell. So now our heroine is cursed so she can only drain her partners energy when she's tightly bound, gagged, and fully submissive to whoever she's draining. \n\nSomething she's embarrassed to admit that she enjoys a great deal."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: (incest, freeuse) The family's teenage daughter takes on new 'chores': she's responsible for the family's sex drives. Her father, her brothers and sisters, any visiting aunts, uncles, or cousins; they can all use her however they need.
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"content": "\"Seriously!?\" Emily stood with hands on hips, an annoyed glare cast at her mother. \"Just because I'm home from college doesn't mean I live here!\"\n\n\"Emily!\" Anna was having none of her daughters attitude, \"You're staying here for winter break and that means you'll do your share, unless you want to pay for room and board!\"\n\nEmily rolled her eyes, \"fiiiiiiiine. Whatever. I'll go get changed.\"\n\n\"Thank you!\" Anna couldn't hide the exasperation from her voice, but at least the argument was over. Marcus would be home with the boys shortly, and they were expecting the guests to start arriving not long after. She really didn't have time for Emily's traditional bullshit.\n\nSeveral minutes later stomping feet could be heard coming back down the stairs and a moment later the television turned on, playing a classic Christmas musical that had always been one of Emily's favorites. Peeking out from the kitchen, Anna nodded in satisfaction as she noted Emily had put on the proper outfit and was ready for use.\n\nJust in time to, as no sooner had Anna returned her focus to preparing dinner then the front door flew open and the boys all rushed inside, trailed not long after by their much more sedate father.\n\n\"Emily! You're home!\" A chorus of excited cries erupted as the young men rushed inside and embraced their little sister.\n\nAs the young adults caught up with each other Marcus came into the kitchen and gave Anna a hug from behind.\n\n\"I thought you were on use this weekend?\"\n\nAnna sighed tiredly, \"Emily's perfectly capable and would you rather she cooked?\"\n\nMarcus chuckled, \"no. I think we all agree that burned waffles aren't a proper dinner.\"\n\nAnna, \"so stop complaining. It's not like you can't use me anyways.\"\n\nMarcus's hands wandered, one reaching around to slip inside of her dress and fondle a heavy breast while the other lifted the rear of her skirt up.\n\n\"Speaking of...\"\n\n\"Hey, I'm cooking!\"\n\n\"Keep cooking, Emily's full up.\"\n\nAnna had been so focused on making the salad dressing and greeting Marcus she'd stopped paying attention to the living room activity. Glancing up she saw Emily was now wedged between Tim and Luke, her hips rotating back and forth as they filled her pussy and ass alike with enthusiastic thrusting, her tiny skirt now wedged up more like a belt around her waist. Her legs wrapped around Tim as he thrust down into her, her six inch stiletto heels locked together with youthful strength. Todd had taken hold of the leash attached to her collar as well as a firm hand in her hair and used both to pull her head backwards over the rear of the couch, pumping his turgid erection into her mouth with gusto.\n\nHer hands rested lamely to either side of her on the back of the couch while the barely-there and overly tight \"Use Me\" crop top did its best to restrain her perky breasts. Even on a good day when three eager young men weren't roughly pawing at her, the top did nothing to hide her breasts, really only serving to cover her nipples and advertise her status as the woman of the house available for guest usage while leaving the bottoms and tops of her boobs clearly visible.\n\nAnna smiled contently as she noted that despite Emily's complaints, she was putting real effort into her role and seemed to be enjoying herself as much as the boys were. Further contemplation was halted as she felt Marcus line the tip of his shaft up and thrust it into Anna's cunt. She moaned in surprise and let him get his rhythm going before resuming her salad preparations. They made idle chatter about how their days had gone so far while Anna continued to prep what she could reach from her position pinned against the counter. Marcus seemed content to watch the kids catch-up while he pounded methodically away at her. He must have been pent up because his release came only moments later, a few grunts and she felt seed spurt into her womb.\n\n\"Sorry hun, don't want to keep you.\"\n\n\"It's okay Mark, I know you want to say hi to Emily to.\"\n\nHe fixed her skirt and pulled her dress back up over the breast he'd pulled free during his taking of her.\n\n\"Guilty, she's been gone for what? Six months?\"\n\n\"Four. Go on- the boys can't last forever.\"\n\nMarcus slapped her ass affectionately and strutted into the living room, not bothering to put his cock back in his pants. It would be seeing service again soon enough."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Sitting on your shoulders was your tomboy angel and bimbo devil. "Suck his dick!" pleaded the devil, "No!" replied the angel, "pin him down, THEN suck his dick!"
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"content": "Toby had a pretty unique... situation. He honestly doesn't know if they were there all his life and he just never noticed them because they never did anything, or if they really did just appear in his late teenage years. There's two, they never go away no matter what he does, and they say he should be grateful because he's special and has special help, but they really feel more like a burden. They're dressed as an angel and a devil, the angel a girl with short brown hair and little wings wore a white shirt and shorts, the devil a girl with long blond hair tied into pigtails was taller and had little red horns paired with a tail, she wore what looked like a sexy devil Halloween costume, bright red dress and all. They were supposed to help with his love life, give him advice and guide him, but they fought constantly and he often ended up not listening to either of them. The blond seemed more concerned with getting him laid wile the angel wanted him to have an actual partner.\n\nHe had met this guy at the bar he works at, it was his first time there and it was pretty empty so they talked pretty much all night, and Toby managed to actually get his number. His name was Elliot, he was a little younger and a lot shorter but he was absolutely adorable and just so sweet. The best part was it seemed like he really liked Toby as well, so he was more than happy to agree to a proper date when Toby asked him. His guardians were going absolutely haywire the whole time though, they had never been like that around anyone else and Toby didn't know if that was a good thing or a bad thing. The angel seemed so head over heals in love with him, she just kept telling Toby to be careful and talking about how cute he looked in the green dress he was wearing, getting so excited every time he laughed at something Toby said. The devil on the other hand was losing her mind, pretty much demanding that Toby just drag him off the bathroom and pound him already, ask him his biggest turn on, try to see what kind of underwear he has on net time he bends over, just anything.\n\nThings did go really well though, Toby tried his best to ignore them and he had a lot of fun with Elliot, he even invited Toby inside when they got back to his house. I think it goes without saying both girls were very very excited about this offer. \"It's a signal!! He wouldn't invite you in if he didn't wanna fuck, pin him to the door now! Show him how tough and dominant you are!!\" She yelled, pretty much jumping up and down making her large breasts bounce. \"No no don't you'll scare him! He's too fragile, just say thank you and go in!\" Toby decided that was the best course of action, absolutely infuriating the demon. He turned on the TV and they sat on the couch, talking about what kind of movie they should watch. \"Awe, he wants to cuddle you!! You should pick something scary so if he gets nervous he'll wanna hold your hand\" The angel said dreamily, so happy about the situation. \"He invited us into his house on a Friday night and didn't turn on the lights, there's no way he wants to just cuddle.\" That actually seemed to cause a pretty big argument between them. Though Elliot and Toby did decide on a movie in the meantime, the brunet had scooted closer to him and leaded on his a little.\n\nToby wrapped am arm around him, both of them were talking, but the demon was screaming over the other, demanding that he try to get under his dress. The angel was trying to say he shouldn't because it might ruin the moment and this was so good already. Now, Toby didn't know if it was his half hard cock, the woman literally threatening to murder them both if they didn't fuck, or the way the small form pressed against him was breathing so slowly and softly, but he did it. He started very small, testing the waters by placing his hand on Elliot's knee that was currently exposed because the dress was bunched up a little from the way they were snuggled together, slowly sliding it up his leg under the dress to rest on his thigh. Both girls were silent, the blond watching with great interest and the other just hiding her face in her hands. Elliot tensed up and his face got a few shades more red, but he didn't tell him to stop, he didn't even look away from the TV, on all honesty he was a little afraid to. He face was all red and he was kind of embarrassed. \"See!!! Look at him he wants it! No one ever listens to me well I bet you feel pretty stupid right about now.\"\n\nShe got back into the game, shaking her head a little \"Ok ok, go further, don't grab his dick or anything just slowly get closer\" She advised, now on her knees to be a little closer. The angel had been being pretty quiet, just watching Elliot's face and reaction to Toby touching him, her face a light pink. Toby slid his hand further, now holding his inner thigh. It was so warm and soft, it was also pretty thick because he was a little chubby, it was so cute. He gave it a little squeeze and watched as Elliot let out a little pleasured sigh and buried his face in Toby's arm. mumbling \"P-please be gentle\" He asked softly, making Toby's face go red. The angel let out a soft, lovesick sigh with a big smile. Still not protesting any off this."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When your partner whispered into your ear that they want to fuck, you didn't imagine that they meant it to happen right here and right now in the park!
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"content": "I have a lasting, golden memory from our first summer together, right after college but before we started work.\n\nWe were walking hand in hand on a bright August day. It's one of those days hot enough to make you think that summer is never going to end. There were couples all around, walking hand in hand on the path, lying on the grass quietly reading books, and playing frisbee with dogs. We were completing our second lap and, I thought we were deep in conversation about what color to paint the living room in our first apartment. She wasn't as engaged in the conversation as I thought, however. \n\nShe pulled me to a stop and I turned to face her, my eyes lighting up with curiousity. \"What?\" I asked, laughing.\n\nShe stepped closer and stood on her tiptoes next to me. Her lithe little body pressed against mine and i smelled her, sweaty and floral. \"Fuck me,\" she whispered into my ear.\n\nFor some reason I glanced at my watch. I don't have anyplace to be until Monday, but I checked anyway. I grinned and started toward the park exit, but she didn't move. I looked back at her, a confused expression on my face. Her lips were full and pouty, but her clear, blue eyes were playful. \"Not home,\" she said. \"We always do it there. I want to over there.\"\n\nThe gazebo sat next to the pond, which had a fountain in the middle. It was empty, but there were people sitting on benches not 50 feet away. We wouldn't be completely exposed in there, but we would definitely be on display. \n\n\"No way!\" I laughed. \"Someone will see us for sure.\"\n\nShe grinned sheepishly. \"I know.\"\n\nI shook my head. \"We'll get arrested for sure!\"\n\n\"Don't you want me?\" She asked, the pout back in full force.\n\nI hesitated, but my body gave me away. My cock was starting to swell and I realized I wanted to as much as she did. We grabbed hands again and walked quickly to the gazebo. Once in there, I leaned against a support and she slipped her panties off surreptitiously and shoved them into my pocket. Then she leaned against me and we started to kiss. \n\nMy heart was pounding, and I looked around to see if anyone was watching us. I didn't see anyone obvious. The people on the benches were all focused entirely on the geese swimming around the fountain. Her eyes were closed, and she seemed to have no concern whatsoever about getting caught. I wasn't quite so cavalier.\n\nShe reached down and started to rub my crotch through my shorts while we kissed, and I let out a heavy breath, my eyes closing involuntarily. When I opened them again, they darted side to side, looking for voyeurs. All I saw was a golden retriever running off leash. I closed my eyes again and reached under her skirt. She was warm and smooth and wet, so wet. She moaned.\n\nThen her eyes opened and she told me to sit. The gazebo had a closed railing that went about half way up my back. I slid down until I was sitting on the floor and leaning against the railing. She slide down with me. Her hands worked furiously at my shorts, opening them and letting my cock out. I realized that no one could see below the level of the railing unless they went around to the steps and i started to relax and enjoy myself. \n\nI started to rub and massage her back, working lower and lower until I was cupping her ass. She was on her knees and curled up. She knelt over my and kissed my shaft, sliding her tongue up and down the length of it while staring at me with that same naughty look. I breathed and let my head fall back and just tried to focus on how her mouth was making me feel. My eyes closed.\n\n\"Have you seen this dog?\"\n\nMy whole body tensed and I looked down at her, but she wasn't talking. She looked up at me with a huge grin on her face. I turned my head, and a woman in a sports bra with jogging pants was holding a cellphone picture up at me from the other side of the railing. The woman clearly had no idea I wasn't alone.\n\n\"Have you seen this dog? His name is Rusty.\"\n\nI turned away from the jogger and looked down at her again and she put my dick back into her mouth. She was not going to be a help.\n\nI struggled to remember where I had seen the dog. \"Yes,\" I started, half word, half moan. \"It was over there, heading toward the soccer field.\"\n\n\"Thank you,\" the woman said, oblivious to my discomfort. And then the jogger left, running in the direction I indicated. \n\nShe giggled, which was sexy as fuck because my cock was still in her mouth. I shook my head. Then, she lifted her head and looked at the oblivious dog owner running away. \n\n\"Get up here,\" I ordered, and she did, straddling me and kissing me with her wet cocksucker lips. She started to ride me then. It wasn't s slow and passionate love making, like I normally preferred. It was quick and desperate. She knew we wouldn't be unnoticed long and we had to finish quick. It reminded me, frankly, of how she looked that time I'd come home early and caught her masturbating in our bedroom. It was fast short movements, designed for a quick release, and it worked. \n\nFor my part, I sat helplessly, an accessory to her pleasure. I provided a stiff implement to scratch her itch. We didn't kiss again until after she spasmed in release, and after I came inside her, which didn't take long. She climbed off me, and I did myself up again while my cum dripped out of her and onto the wood floor. Then she hopped up energetically, a smile on her face and a hop in her step, and we resumed our walk, chatting mostly about the living room walls. \n\nWe moved away a few years later, and therefore didn't have much reason to go to that park, but we did make it back after our kids were teenagers and could entertain themselves for an evening.\n\nBut that's a different story, and you didn't ask for that one."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When a fighter unexpectedly finds himself transformed into a petite, busty, and surprisingly horny girl, he soon finds himself embracing a new role in the party and even considering a class change...
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"content": "\"So. I know what you're thinking. I've been a Fighter for years now! It's what I'm good at. But honestly, guys... I think I might be better as a Paladin.\"\n\nMia sat down as she finished her speech, exhaling. It had been a lot to get off her chest. Honestly, she'd been thinking about it for a while now, and it felt good to finally put it out there. Now all she had to do was hope the rest of the party agreed.\n\n\"Yeah, that makes sense.\"\n\"I can totally see that.\"\n\"Grubtusk understands entirely.\"\n\n\"What?\" Mia blinked several times, looking between the other party members. \"You think so? Just like that? You don't even know what god I'd follow!\"\n\n\"Fuckellia.\"\n\"Yup, Fuckellia.\"\n\"Grubtusk was also going to say Fuckellia.\"\n\n\"Wh-\" Mia stood up once more, indignant. \"What makes you think I'd go for the sex god, just like that?\"\n\nAlphonse, the Knight, simply shrugged. \"I mean, it's been a long time coming Mia, let's be honest.\"\n\n\"How so?\"\n\n\"Mia, the first night you turned into a woman, you came to my tent and we fucked.\"\n\nMia blushed crimson red, looking at the rest of the party. \"I thought that was a secret!\"\n\n\"Grubtusk is sad to inform you that we all knew.\"\n\n\"Wh- seriously?\"\n\n\"Yeah. You were all restless and horny, then you spend the night squealing in his tent? It wasn't subtle.\"\n\n\"Well I... I was exploring.\"\n\n\"We also heard the other times. Including last night.\"\n\nMia scowled, sitting back down.\n\n\"Alright, fine. Maybe me and Alphonse are friends with benefits. Maybe. I don't see how that has any bearing on my patron deity.\"\n\nLizbeth the Rogue just shook her head. \"Honey, you're just a slut.\"\n\n\"I am not!\"\n\n\"No, it's true.\" Alphonse nodded. \"Sure, you were a bit of a dog back when you were a guy, but ever since becoming Mia... woof.\"\n\n\"Really? Name one time I've been slutty.\" She glanced nervously at Alphonse. \"Outside my uh... arrangement with Alphonse.\"\n\n\"Well, there is the time you fucked that troll.\"\n\n\"As a distraction!\"\n\n\"That I didn't need! I told you I could steal his shit without any help, but you insisted.\"\n\nMia paused for a sec. She could have sworn that whole thing was Lizbeth's idea... but then again, her memory of that whole thing was kinda scrambled by troll cock.\n\n\"Well... shit. Ok, fine! What about you Grubtusk? You've been quiet. Do you think I'm a slut?\"\n\nGrubtusk the Mage shifted uncomfortably in his chair.\n\n\"Grubtusk would like to plead the fifth.\"\n\n\"This is a fantasy setting motherfucker, you can't do that. Hit me with it.\"\n\n\"Grubtusk doesn't like to make blanket statements. But based on past experience, Grubtusk would have to say... yes.\"\n\n\"Come on!\"\n\n\"Mia's first act as Mia was to ask Grubtusk for a contraceptive spell. Then two days later, Mia also asked Grubtusk to make the change permanent.\"\n\n\"Hey, I'm trans! That second part makes sense.\"\n\n\"Yes, but then Mia asked to 'test' the permanence spell by 'basking in Grubtusk's masculine orc cum'.\"\n\nThe other two turned to stare at Mia, who coughed nervously, red as a tomato.\n\n\"Grubtusk thought it was counterproductive, but honestly the sex was good so... Grubtusk rests his case.\"\n\nMia looked amongst the other three, before just collapsing back into her chair and sighing.\n\n\"Fine. You got me. I'm a slut. But that doesn't mean I plan to worship Fuckellia!\"\n\n\"Well, do you plan to worship Fuckellia?\"\n\n\"...yes. But it's unfair for you to assume!\"\n\n\"Uhuh.\"\n\nMia groaned, sitting back up.\n\n\"Ugh, this isn't at all how I thought this would go. Very eye-opening. Clearly I needed this.\"\n\nShe cleared her throat.\n\n\"Alright, it's settled then.\"\n\nThere was silence at the table for a long moment.\n\n\"So uh, to become a paladin of Fuckellia, I kinda need...\"\n\n\"An orgy?\"\n\n\"...yeah. You guys wouldn't mind uh...\"\n\n\"Sure, I'm down.\"\n\"Always wanted to know what pussy tastes like.\"\n\"Grubtusk would like to touch your tits again.\"\n\nBlink Blink.\n\n\"...you know, maybe we're just all sluts.\"\n\nEveryone else just shrugged, before stripping down and having a mind-bending four hour orgy.\n\n...what, is this a fairy tale or something? You want a big bold 'The End'? Fine, just for you.\n\n***THE END***"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: you wake up with the ability to command anyone to do whatever you want.
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"content": "I first noticed something was up at the breakfast table. When I asked my younger brother to *pass me the milk*, I didn't expect him to literally throw it at me. But that's what he did. After a short sibling spat, we both put it up to being a little overzealous. You know, teenagers and their hormones. Still, it was such a strange event that it stuck in my mind.\n\n\nLater that day was when I became suspicious that things were not quite right. I was at work in my cubicle when my boss came up to me. She was droning on about some report that was due, and I told her to just *hold her horses* as I pulled it up on the screen. Almost instantly, she became visibly upset and kept repeating that she didn't have any horses to hold. Annoyed, I said it was a joke and that she needed to *chill out*.\n\n\nThat seemed to calm her down. At first anyway. But as we were talking about the report, I started to notice that the blood was draining out of her face. She looked pale and shaky, so I asked her what was wrong. She replied that she was in the process of lowering her body temperature to meet my command. I didn't even know that was possible, let alone why she took my words so literally. But she seemed insistent that she should keep doing it. I told her to *stop whatever she was doing* and, as you might expect, she froze in place. Like a statue or something. \n\n\nI did the classic \"waving my hand in front of her face, and there was predictably no response. We sat there in a very uncomfortable silence for several minutes as I waited to see when she would knock it off. But she didn't and I became more and more uncomfortable. So I told her we should *go back to work* and that we could finish discussing the report later. That seemed to work and she walked off, seemingly unaware of her odd behavior. \n\n\nNaturally, I tried to get back on task, but I just couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. I replayed the interaction between my boss and me in my head and realization began to dawn on me. I needed to be sure though, so I decided to run a little test. Now look, before I tell you about the test, I need you to know that I'm not some pervert or anything. It was just the first idea that sprang into my mind and I didn't know how quickly this newfound power would pollute my thoughts.\n\n\nAnyway, here goes. We had this receptionist, right? In her early 20s, blonde, stacked, and frigid as all get out. At least, to me. She sucked up to the male managers like mad, but could barely copy forms when I asked. I figured that she'd be a good test because either she'll react like normal (i.e. dismissive) or maybe be somewhat hospitable for once. So I slinked on over to her desk and did some bullshit small talk about the weather or whatever.\n\n\nThen I asked her to come with me. She got this quizzical look on her face and asked why. Not what I was expecting, I stammered for a moment. Then I repeated the question, but this time I didn't ask, I told her to *follow me*. Without hesitation, she bolted up from her desk and asks where. I gestured over to the copier room and we headed inside the cramped space.\n\n\nSo we're standing in there and she's looking at me and I'm looking at her and it's all a bit weird. But I needed to know how far this goes, so I told her to *make a copy* of some form I'm holding. She did it without saying anything. At this point, I'm still thinking I'm going to get some work done, so I try to staple the two sheets together. But the damn thing's empty. So I told her to *grab me some staples* since they're on her side of this small, warm room.\n\n\nIt was probably this moment that made me realize the potential of my newfound power. You see, she had to reach up to grab the box of staples. And when she did, I couldn't help noticing the way her blouse strained against her tits, or how her skirt slid up just a little extra bit. She held the box out to me and I thanked her, loaded the stapler, and put all the objects down on top of the copier. Almost on a whim, I told her to *unbutton her shirt*.\n\n\nI realized too late that I should've chosen my words better because she just pulls the damn thing apart. Buttons fly everywhere and she quickly pulled off the ones that aren't caught in the initial yank. My mouth probably dropped, but I'm not sure if it was from her sudden outburst or seeing all her exposed flesh. Either way, the latter quickly became my central focus. I don't know why, but for some reason, I thought it would be a good idea to reach out and grab one of her boobs. \n\n\nAs my hand crossed the distance between us, I got a little spat of tunnel vision, which is probably why I was so surprised when her hand came up and slapped mine away. Glancing up from her chest, I saw her face scowling back at me. Oh, right, I thought, it's not like she gave me permission to do that. She opened her mouth to speak and I blurt out, *stay silent*, which kept her from talking. But that look of hatred (and now a bit of fear) is still there. I raced through my options and try something else, which is the command *you will like me*.\n\n\nAt that, her face softened and I started to feel a bit icky. Realizing that I can control people's opinion of me is cool and all, but this felt a bit intrusive. Still, here we were and, well, those paps of hers were damn-near staring me down. So I told her to *let me touch you* and grab two fistfuls of her soft, tender flesh. Then I bury my face in them and suck on her nipples and pull off her bra and generally just bask in her youthful appeal.\n\n\nSoon my hands are acting on their own, sliding her skirt up and pawing at her ass. Just as I'm about to really go to town, I hear someone jiggling the door handle to the copier room. In a panic, I stand up, block her from view, and ask who it is. One of the indistinct male managers called out his name and I got an idea. I tell him to come in and he enters the now even tighter space.\n\n\nIn the same action as closing the door behind him, I whisper for him to *stay silent*. Clearly, this command will come in handy as I see the look of bewilderment play across his face but, you know, silently. I wasn't expecting him to immediately reach for the door, though. But I blurt out *don't move* and that seemed to wrap things up.\n\n\nSo there I am, standing in between this working stiff and the half-dressed blonde. I take a moment to think. What I really want is to get myself off, but this cramped and somewhat public room doesn't seem like the right place. And I really don't want an audience. But, I pondered, if I can control people's feelings of me, then perceptions are on the table too. And I'm not above humiliating others. So, I issued the two of them a set of commands:\n\n* Undress\n* Have sex until you both climax\n* Forget I was here\n* Forget all previous commands\n\nThen I just wriggled my way past the guy and slipped out the door. A pause on the other side as I listened for the rhythmic thumping to start and away I went. At this point, I was feeling like a million bucks and my mind was whirring with ideas. First, I stopped off at my boss's office and told her to *suggest I leave early*, which I graciously accepted. I left the building shortly after, hailed a cab, and told them to head to the nearest radio station.\n\nOn the way, I made various notes and puzzled out the different phrases I would use. And that's how I wound up orchestrating the largest known orgy to date. Now that you've heard my story, why don't you *come over here* and I'll get to know you better?"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When you ordered the short stack at the new diner, you were expecting pancakes. What you got was a short, busty woman on a plate.
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"content": "Ethan couldn't blink, or close his mouth. The woman leaned forward, twisting right and left with hands on her knees, squeezing her chest together until he was sure his brain had memorized her tits better than Jill's.\n\nJill.\n\nHis meal hid his date entirely, her supple but narrow waist so close he could smell the tinge of maple and cinnamon on her skin, cutting off his vision of most of the table. thick, short thighs kicked petite legs back and forth as if she waited for the bus. The hair on her mound drew his eyes in, and she spread her legs slowly across the plate. A single string of arousal still connected them. Her heat fogged on the plate.\n\nEthan noticed he was still holding a fork and knife, and considering the circumstances, dropped both. \n\n\"Isn't it what you ordered, babe?\" Jill's benign tone wrapped around the girl perched on his half of the table, and struck him like a confusing dream. \n\n\"Um...no?\" He wasn't sure what he'd actually meant, or said. He tried to think of the most mundane conversation possible, even as his 'meal' reached out, took his hand, and guided it toward her pink, inviting lips. His crotch spasmed with a heavy low ache when his fingers met her wetness. She opened wider.\n\n\"Um...wha...what did you get?\" Ethan asked, pumping tentatively, then more vigorously as the wet slapping sounds drew no attention from anyone, least of all from Jill. \n\n\"Cake biscuits and gravy,\" she sighed happily, as a woman walked up, removed her pants, and laid over her half of the table. She rested a large bowl of sausage gravy next to her, smiling at Ethan the entire time. \n\n\"It's our cheat weekend, right? I earned this meal.\" Jill poured the steaming gravy over the woman's ass, wrapped her hands under the woman's leg's and ate with subtle moans and slurping pleasure."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The old and powerful wizard found it obvious that his young new apprentice had a spark of a magic with potential even greater than his own. He also found it obvious that she was a bit of a horny tart who could obviously never focus on anything unless her prodigious libido was regularly sated...
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"content": "He was certain she wasnt listening again. The way she wriggled on her seat and flush crept up her cheeks, he had a good idea what she was doing. \n\nHe supposed it was his own fault for teaching her mages hand so early on. Even when he suspected what she would use the spell for, he still taught her it, hoping that it would be able to increase her concentration. \n\nIt did, he admitted to himself while he watched her quietly, for a little while. But it didnt seem to do the job any more. Perhaps he needed to get more creative with the spells he taught her. \n\nHis apprentice's ees closed briefly and her body stilled beofre a brief rush of air exited her lips and a blissful smile replaced the earlier one of pleasure. Was that her third or fourth this lesson? He tried to remember, but they tended to roll into one another and he was having difficulty being able to distinguish the start to the end sometimes. \n\n\"Glamora?\" He spoke quietly, and she sat a bit straighter. He rarely spoke to her this quietly unless she was in trouble. She prepared a grade A pout. That always got her off the hook. \n\n\"Yes Maester?\" She used her most innocent voice, and he awarded her with a rare smile. \n\n\"You seem....\" He chose his next words carefully. \"Distracted. Is there something I can do to help you concentrate?\" His eyes darted to the stool she was sitting on, and the wetness concealed underneath her skirts. \n\nGlamora nibbled on her lip nervously. It had always been hard for her to concentrate. The Mage Hand spell had helped wonders, the slow teasing fingers helping to keep her alert and attuned to the Maesters lessons, until her body became accustomed to it, and it stopped providing as much stimulation as she required. \n\nShe had adjusted and increased until she was orgasming multiple times in a lesson just to be able to learn what the Maester was teaching. \n\n\"To be honest sir, I'm a bit under stimulated - \" she flushed him a bright smile - \"not that the lessons arent interesting but -\" she raised a shoulder \"I just cant concentrate recently.\"\n\nThe wizened old wizard nodded, as if expecting her answer, and she swears she saw his eyes dart to her slightly heaving chest and squirming legs, but they were back on her eyes before she had a chance to process what she had seen. \n\n\"I think I have just the spell to help with your....distractions.\"\n\nThey gathered the ingrediants together, something she was easily able to concentrate on with her mind spinning wildly about what type of spell they were creating and what the effects might be. Her Maester had been surprisingly secretive about it so far, and that only had her imagination running even more wild. \n\nAs the moon rose overhead, the Maester instructed his young apprentice on how to complete the spell, watching as her eager eyes committed the spell to memory. He almost chuckled at her eagerness. He would need to explain it to her later, but for now, he enjoyed her naive excitement. \n\nThe moon crested upon the sky, and the Maester began his chanting, softly at first but more ferverently as the spell progressed. Glamora could barely stop herself from hanging off the edge of the bubbling cauldron. \n\nThe Maesters chanting stopped, and the cauldron poofed a stem of sickly purple coloured gas. The young apprentice coughed, spluttering and looked over the edge of the cauldron for her Maester. \n\nHe was nowhere to be seen, the grass field empty except the now silent cauldron. \n\n\"Maester?\" She called to the field and skies, her echo the only thing answering her until - \n\n\"Hello.\" A young voice answered her from the other side of the cauldren. Glamora's eyes bulged near out of her head staring at the young man oppisite her. \n\n\"You know its rude to stare Glamora.\" His honey-dew voice drawled as he stepped around the cauldron to come closer to her. He was very naked - a fact that the young apprentice took great pains to appreciate. \n\n\"I-I-I'm sorry?\" She stammered, barely even looking the young man in the eyes, her own stuck much further down his body. \n\n\"Now about these distractions.....\" She finally recognised her Maester's voice, and blush creeped up her cheeks even as her imagination ignited at how much more....stilumating his lessons would become."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: It seems you are caught in a strangely pornographic Groundhog Day Loop; with one change per loop. Every time you wake up, you get turn into a different porn trope. One day, you're a big tittied tomboy, the next, a milky cowgirl. The day after, a bubbly bimbo.
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"content": "“Welcome back to the land of the living my dude.” is the first thing I hear as I come to. My head hurts, it’s pounding in pain. The rest of my body feels a bit sluggish but otherwise fine.\n\nI look around and notice that I’m at a house party. I’m on a couch off to the side of the room. Music plays from another room, one of those popular pop songs from a few years ago is playing.\n\n“You want a hit man?” Asks the guy sitting next to me as he holds out a pipe to me.\n\n“No. Not right now. I need a minute to collect myself, you know?” I say as I’m still trying to fit everything back together.\n\nI remember something about showing up for a birthday party and that’s it. I know when I got here it was light out and I was only going to stay long enough to say hello before leaving. Now when I look out the window it’s dark out and the street lights are on.\n\nWhat did I take that knocked me out?\n\nI stumble to my feet and squeeze past the smoke conference that sprung up around the couch I was previously passed out on and head out looking for something to drink.\n\nI get lucky and the first doorway I cross happens to lead to the kitchen. I find a bottle of water in a cooler on the counter and slam it down.\n\n“Steve!” I hear a naked 5’5 c cup woman yell my name as she dashes across the room and leaps at me. I drop the bottle on instinct and catch her in my arms. She wraps her arms and legs around me and then plants her lips on mine as she starts to kiss me.\n\nOf course I kiss back. Who wouldn’t kiss a naked woman who just jumped into my arms? I have no idea who she is but I’m liking her already.\n\n“You were great earlier. Are you ready for seconds?” She asks me as she leans back to stare into my eyes.\n\n“Earlier? I seem to be pulling a blank. Can you remind me?” I ask her as I let her down so her feet are once again on the floor.\n\n“What! You don’t remember?” She says in mock outrage. Her hand falls to my crotch and she starts to rub my cock through my shorts. “How bout now? Does this remind you of anything?” She asks with an evil twinkle in her eye.\n\n“Err.. right right. I remember now. Lead the way!” I say. I really don’t remember but if she's grabbing my dick I’m going to agree to almost anything.\n\nShe smiles at me then leans in and kisses me on the cheek. “Come on. I’m going to win again.” she says as she grabs a hold of my hand and pulls me outside.\n\nOnce outside she directs me to a chair off to the side and she stands me in front of it.\n\n“All right everyone. Time for round two! Get your men and lets get this shit started.” she yells out to the rest of the party. \n\nI look around and see other half clothed and fully naked women all over the place with a few men mixed in for flavor.\n\n“You know the rules. Same as last time. Whoever makes their man pop first with their mouth wins! Alright on the count of three we start! 1…2…3!!” she yells out to the crowd.\n\nShe turns to me and pulls my shorts down exposing my limp 4 inch dick.\n\n“There you are cutie.” she says as she drops to her knees and starts to lick my cock. It doesn’t take long for my body to respond and rise up hard to it’s full size of 5 inches.\n\nI look around myself and notice other couples all doing the same thing with a crowd of onlookers watching us. Girls on their knees as they suck on some dick.\n\nI can’t hold back from all this excitement and can feel my orgasm building already after only thirty seconds of her touching me.\n\n“Fuck I’m going to cum.” I say as I near my point of no return.\n\n“YES! Cum for me. Let everyone see your cum cover my face again.” She yells out as she strokes me super fast. It pushes me over the edge and I release my sperm across her face.\n\nThe crowd lets out a roar of approval as I fall back into the chair behind me. The girl between my legs is busy licking up my sperm with her hands and fingers.\n\nI close my eyes to catch my breath.\n\n“Welcome back to the land of the living my dude.” is the next thing I hear. My eyes fly open and I look around. I’m once again on the couch where I just woke up from being surrounded by smokers once again.\n\n“You want a hit man?” Asks the guy sitting next to me as he holds out a pipe to me.\n\n“No thanks. I need some water.” I say as I get up and head for the kitchen."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The guys would toss grapes and things into her cleavage, and the girls would "playfully" grope or jiggle her large chest. Though she made a half-hearted attempt to seem embarrassed and annoyed, it was obvious to everyone that It made her embarrassed and *horny*...
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"content": "It was like a drug.\r \n\r \nAnne couldn't resist it. The flip of her stomach, the burn of her cheeks, the slightly dizzy, brain-fogged feeling of her brain refusing to work for a few seconds that she got when her best friends teased her. It was addictive, and sometimes she felt like a total attention whore when she craved it.\r \n\r \nWhich was why she had never told them about it. They'd think she was an attention whore or worse, that she was maniuplating them into giving her a fix. That's called dragging others into your fetish and it's not okay, so Anne had kept it to herself. She couldn't hide the bright red of her cheeks when Bobby threw a grape into her cleavage or a squeak when Jessie groped her for a laugh, but who would? She would just glare and snap at them playfully, reveling in the light-hearted laughter that it always got. Quietly, secretly. \r \n\r \nThat is, until today.\r \n\r \nAnne flopped into the beanbag in the hangout below the comic shop where she and her friends congregated after their college classes let out. Bobby, Jessie, and Derek were already there, but she knew that would happen--her Lit 201 class was the latest running this semester. It was labor day weekend!\r \n\r \n\"Got anything major this weekend?\" Bobby asked her as she flopped down in front of the big table that the others had already congregated around. Bobby and Derek had taken up places on the couch and Jessie was sitting in the big comfy armchair across the table from Anne. \r \n\r \n\"Biggest thing I have to do is an essay on the Odyssey. I read that for the first time when I was like eleven, I could do that in my sleep.\" She replied, stretching out languidly in the limp blue bag. She let out a squeak as a raisin hit her right on the chest, sliding down to disappear into her considerable cleavage. \r \n\r \n\"Hah! Got one!\" Derek crowed. \r \n\r \n\"Hey! That's my body, you dipshit!\" Anne exclaimed, pulling the raisin out of her clothing. As usual, her protests that they were bullying her only got more laughter. Anne felt the familiar flip of her guts and perking of her nipples--why did she love being the fool so much?!\r \n\r \nIn her focus to control her response, she hadn't noticed Jessie getting up from her seat and walking around behind her. \"Oh, that's your body? You mean this one?\" Jessie reached around her forearms and cupped her breasts with both hands, squeezing slightly.\r \n\r \nAnne let out a gasp that she couldn't control. It was long, loud, and had a tiny bit of vocalization to it. She couldn't help it--she'd taken off her bra in the car and now Jessie was fondling her breasts! Her thin 'retro' Mario t-shirt did nothing to dampen the feeling, and in fact the prior raisin incident had heightened her arousal just enough that Jessie's fingertips felt amazing against her nipples. Anne felt herself buck slightly against Jessie's front as her brain clouded over worse than usual.\r \n\r \n\"Ooooh! You guys, she took her bra off before she got here! Aww, was your bra too much for these poor big melons to han-dleee?\" Jessie teased. She didn't let go for a few more seconds, holding Anne against her and fondling her barely-clothed nipples. \"Oh my gosh, they're so hard! I think she was getting turned on when you threw that raisin, Derek!' Finally Jessie withdrew, leaving Anne heaving for breath.\r \n\r \n\"Wait...wait. That...that doesn't...ick you guys out or anything?\" Anne couldn't think very clearly from the arousal, but she'd managed to noticed that Jessie had directly called her out about being horny and the guys had only chuckled. \"I always kinda thought I was some kinda freak.\"\r \n\r \nRetroactively common sense kicked in and Anne felt her face and ears get hot. Only this time it wasn't the pleasant kind of blush--now she was genuinely ashamed of what she'd just said, what she'd just admitted. \r \n\r \nFuck. \r \n\r \nJessie stepped around to face her. All three of them were now staring blankly at Anne. Fuck. She'd done it now, she'd totally made it weird...Then they cracked up. At first she flinched, but then common sense, again retroactive, kicked in and she realized her friends would never laugh \\*at\\* her. She reverse-flinched, startling to look at them.\r \n\r \nThey had the same amused grins on their faces that they always did, but this was ramped up. Bobby was leaning back against the couch, eyes dripping from amusement as he cackled silently.\r \n\r \n\"She...oh honey, did you really think we didn't know what we were doing to you?!\" There was sympathy as well as amusement in Jessie's voice. Jessie wrapped her arms around Anne from behind again, this time in a sympathetic hug. Of course, Jessie was still giggling.\r \n\r \n\"You thought we couldn't tell?!\" Derrick, however, was clearly too amused to feel anything else. \"You thought you could \\*hide\\* it?! Holy shit that's the best thing ever!\"\r \n\r \nFinally Bobby regained enough control to speak up. \"Oh, oh sugar, you thought you were manipulating us or some shit!\"\r \n\r \n\"W-well yeah!\" Anne stammered out. \"O-of course I did! I was...letting you guys...y'know...\"\r \n\r \n\"Turn you on without knowing? You dumbass, you hide your fluster about as well as Bobby hides his horniness,\" It was true, Bobby was notoriously horny and had zero shame about it. Anne flustered again at Jessie's words. Relief washed out all other emotions as she went limp in Jessie's embrace, getting even more laughter from her friends.\r \n\r \n\"Hey guys,\" Jessie's mischievous voice shocked Anne out of her relief, \"I think Anne here needs to be taught a lesson for forgetting to wear a bra down here, don't you?\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Hypnosis, mind control, corruption
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"content": "A powerful sexually repressed psychic has fallen into depravity and started masturbating in public. However, their lust caused them to lose control of their power and started broadcasting their heightened arousal across the surrounding cities. Causing all the citizens to lose their inhibitions where everyone either start masturbating no matter where they are or engage in passionate sex with the nearest person no matter who they are."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: While never intending to be caught, she loved being risky and skinny dipping in the pool. Unfortunately today she was caught in the act.
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"content": "Princess Ophelia Fairfield smiled nervously as she greeted the guests at the party. It was the king's yearly outdoor gathering and all of the most powerful and most influential people had come to see the event.\n\n\"I hate this dress!\" Ophelia thought to herself whilst keeping on a fake, but convincing smile. \n\nOphelia's dress was big and fanciful. It was made from beautiful materials and was personally handcrafted by the nation's greatest dressmaker. Unfortunately for Ophelia, the dress which shimmered like stars under the sun seemed more extravagant than practical, especially under the summer heat. \n\n\"I am sweltering under here! Help me!\" Ophelia screamed internally. \n\nSoon the guests had all arrived and Ophelia had greeted every last one. She stayed behind to greet any stragglers as the rest of the party-goers made their way into the main gardens. Ophelia sighed, she knew this moment of reprieve would be short-lived. \n\n\"Lady Ophelia, are you alright?\" Ophelia's maid, Lucille asked.\n\n\"Oh yes I am positively dandy! There were just so many guests to greet,\" Ophelia replied with a forced laugh.\n\n\"Yes and the day is quite warm. You have done your greetings already so if you felt a tad unwell I am sure your father won't mind you a little reprieve indoors.\"\n\nOphelia thought about returning to the castle, but even indoors it was still unebearbly hot. She wondered if there was a way to cool down somewhere nearby, when an idea crept it's way into her head. \n\n\"Actually I might take you up on that. Tell father I will take a few hours to recover inside my room and that I will be back out by evening time.\"\n\n\"As you wish, my lady,\" Ophelia's maid replied.\n\nOphelia sent her maid away before walking towards the castle. The guards nearby normally would have kept a watchful eye upon her, but with party they were distracted and she used that moment to slip away.\n\nOphelia darted around the side of the castle. The castle grounds themselves were packed with people on the right side, but the left side was empty aside from the occasional worker. Dodging them was a simple feat for Ophelia who had snuck off countless times to get some time to herself over the years. \n\n\"Phew, moving around in this dress sure is hard work!\" Ophelia thought to herself as she wiped the sweat from her face with a handkerchief. \n\nOphelia kept moving between workers and cover until she arrived at a large gate separated by two tall hedge walls. The gate carried a massive lock and had a sign with \"KEEP OUT!\" written in large red letters above it. \n\nOphelia looked around to make sure nobody was nearby. When she was sure that the coast was clear, Ophelia placed her hands on the hedge on the left side of the gate and parted the shrubbery almost as if she was opening a book. This was a secret known only to her and one other person, her mother Penelope Fairfield, the current queen. \n\n\"Getting through here will be a bit difficult!\" Ophelia muttered as she crawled into the hole. \n\nThe hole was a tight fit for the hem of the dress which caused the usually slender princess to get stuck. She struggled and pulled herself for around fifteen minutes before her bottom half joined her top half on the other side of the hole.\n\n\"Not sure how I will get out, but those are worries for later!\" Ophelia laughed to herself.\n\nOphelia walked through the area on the other side. It was a darkened, forest-like pathway that seemed to almost be in a different world from Fairfield castle. There were many legends about the area, the most prominent of which were tales of the mischievous gnomes who helped build Fairfield castle. \n\n\"Here we are!\" Ophelia called out as she wandered through some shrubbery. \n\nOphelia had arrived at a large pool of crystal clear water. It was beautiful; a truly serene and magical sight. This place was known as the Gnome's Drinking Fountain, or so it was called. It supposedly was where the legendary gnomes were allowed to stay after helping build the castle. A small forest to relax in and a clean pool to drink from.\n\n\"The water is always so cool here! Time for a dip.\"\n\nOphelia had taken a dip in here many times. Usually during the summer she would sneak off and slip into the pool for a midday swim to cool down. Once her mother even caught her, but much to Ophelia's surprise she didn't get a tanned bottom for her indiscretion, but instead she got a little warning.\n\n\"Don't come here too often, Phi,\" her mother said, using her nickname with a mischievous smirk. \"The gnomes love pranks and this is their drinking water, so if they find out about you swimming in there, they might get you back!\" \n\nAnd as Ophelia's dress hit the floor, she didn't realise how true that story would be. \n\nEnd of part 1! Let me know what you think!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: He gave his wife an "open" weekend as her birthday present. Now she's happily giving him a return present; the virility, cum production, & O-capacity she stole from the 100 men she slept with. Now he's cumming any time one of those men do instead of them, with the output of 100 men.
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"content": "“Cum for me daddy. Cum. Fill my pussy. Fill it with your cum. Then do it again. Keep cumming. Make my needy cunt soak in your cum.” \n\nMy wife says as her large breasts bounce in front of my face, my cock deep in her pussy as I reach my limit and climax. My cock throbbing as my cum spurts into her already cum soaked pussy.\n\n“Yess. I’m cumming with you.” My wife moans out as my cum hits her clenching pussy. My hips a piston as I pump up into her from the floor.\n\nShe claplase onto my chest once as her orgasm steals her strength. Her body sifting with each thrust of my cock in her pussy.\n\n“Such a wonderful husband. You treat me so well. I love you so much. You know exactly what I need and aren’t afraid to give it to me.” She softly says as she catches her breath. Her face pressed into my chest with my arms over her holding her close as I pump away with abandon.\n\n“Oh I can feel you swelling inside me. Cum for me. Fill me up with more of your cum.” My wife says turning her face so she can watch mine as my cock explodes once more unloading my cum inside her.\n\n“So. Good.” she moans out.\n\n“Aren’t you glad you let me have that ‘open’ weekend now? I know you were hesitant but you trusted me enough to let me have my wish. Now it’s paying off. How many times have you climaxed now? Ten? I lost count after six.” My wife says with a chuckle at the end.\n\nI mindlessly continue on chasing that high. Pushing my dick up and into her pussy as my hips lift off the floor.\n\n“Oh fuck yea. Keep fucking me daddy. Make that cock feel good.” She says before kissing me on my lips. Her hands running through my hair. My arms wrapped around her, keeping her close.\n\n“Such a good weekend. Not as good as this weekend is going to be but still good.” She says before she grabs my head and turns it to the side. She blows her breath across my ear before her tongue flicks out and licks my lob sending shivers across my body. \n\nMy cock at that point starts to cum again with no warning. Twitching inside her as my thrusts keep a steady pace. She lets out a soft moan at the feeling of my cum hitting her.\n\n“I spent that weekend in a shady motel. I advertised all over the place saying I’d get guys off. I wasn’t sure it would work but I had someone to suck and fuck all the time that weekend. So many guys. From big to small. All of them covering me in there cum.” She whispers into my ear. \n\n“I even got some porn stars after I sent a message to one of the local filming studios. They showed up and really gave it to me then.” She starts to thrust back into me. Meeting my thrusts now that she's regained her energy.\n\n“That night I then went to the local sex toy store. I ended up back in those jerk off booths. I sucked so many dicks through the glory hole. They just covered my face and tits with their jizz.” She moans out as she starts to pick up her speed in her counter thrust. \n\nMy cock starts to twitch and she notices.\n\n“Yes daddy. Give it to me again. Drain that cock.” she moans out as she leans back pulling her body up off of my chest. Her tits start to swing once more as I unload into her pussy again. Never stopping my thrusts into her sex.\n\n“Then. When I couldn’t resist anymore. I opened the door to my booth and just let whoever walked by fuck me until they cream-pied me. There was a line at one point which ended up getting me kicked out. But I still got a ton of cock before that.” She informs me. \n\nI’m not paying attention. I’m just a cock thrusting into its home. Lost to the ecstasy of our coupling.\n\n“I then spent the last night at the sex club. You know the one you don’t like. The seedy dirty one, not the soft clean place you like to take me. I had so many different men there. It was insane.” Her hand slips down to her pussy and she starts to play with her clit as I pump up into her spilling even more cum.\n\nOur thighs are covered in my cum. The floor, her chest, everything is covered in my cum at this point. My cock just won’t stop.\n\n“The best part is, now I get to give my husband all those orgasms those men had. Whenever and however much my dear husband desires. Do you like my gift husband? Daddy? Do you like cumming over and over again in my little dirty pussy?”\n\nMy cock answers for me as it throbs inside as it spurts out more cum. My hips thrusting over and over.\n\n“Shit yes daddy. Fill me. Over and over. Make me cum again and again on your cock. I’m close again daddy. Can you tell?”\n\nI can. Her pussy is getting tighter around my cock. Doesn’t matter. Keep thrusting. Keep cumming. It feels so good. I’ve never felt anything like this.\n\n“Yes daddy. I’m cumming.” My wife moans out again as I feel her clamping down on my cock.\n\nThrust. Cum. Thrust. Cum. Thrust. Cum. I’m just a cock meant to fill my wife’s pussy. This is going to be a great weekend if It doesn't kill me."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The sickly technician girl never thought the lifelike android boy she bought to be her assistant would one day say "I love you". Nor did she anticipate his request for... certain customized add-ons.
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"content": "Robots rarely said \"I love you.\" Not that they *couldn't* be in love, but when you got right down to it, robots were tools. If you rented a companion robot for a weekend, you *knew* there was no real connection there. Better to act like it was a brief, passionate fling, a boyfriend still in the throes of new love, rather than pretend it would be something long-lasting. You couldn't *afford* a relationship that lasted long enough for them to say \"I love you\" and mean it. \n\nNot that Arisa had enough money to get firsthand experience of it. Most of her income went to renting her tools and space, the rest went to food and medicine. But robots were in and out of her repair shop all the time and they talked about their work. They saw more of the world outside her hab block than she did.\n\nArisa finished her soldering, closed the access panel, and wheeled herself back a few steps. \"There you go, Connie. Good as new.\"\n\nThe heavy construction bot extended her arm, moved it up and down, and carefully flexed each finger joint in turn. \"Thank you,\" she rumbled. \"The stock connectors always come loose. They lack quality control.\"\n\n\"*Better* than new, then.\" Arisa said with a smile. \"Tell me when you've finished the new arcology, hey?\"\n\n\"I will. Enjoy your evening, Arisa.\" Connie lumbered out of the garage, just in time for another, smaller robot to slip in through the door.\n\n\"Hey, Arisa. You have time to talk?\" A tall, humanoid robot stood at the entrance to her shop. Unlike the construction bot, he wore a neatly tailored suit and pants, because this robot had to pretend to be human. With his long, lithe proportions, wide, blue eyes, and an artfully messy black wig, he looked like a manga protagonist stepped off the page. A Motoko 860M model, an expensive companion bot for the discerning lover.\n\n\"Hikari! How have you been?\" Arisa put the soldering iron on its stand and rolled over to a different crate of tools. He would need his artificial skin cleaned and smoothed, and she'd need her special screwdriver set to remove the tiny security screws and work on his delicate actuators. \"What can I do for you?\"\n\n\"Are you free? I want to talk about some modifications.\"\n\n\"You? But you're already built to be perfect, aren't you?\"\n\nHikari visited her shop almost every week. Really, he didn't *need* to be so obsessive with his maintenance, but she enjoyed his visits. Companion bots were good talkers.\n\n\"It's... for a special client. She's important, and I want to get everything right.\"\n\n\"Ooh, can you show me?\"\n\nCompanion bots were meant to be private. Their video logs were encrypted and secured with state of the art electronics, and would only be handed over with an official search warrant. Every manufacturer claimed their companion bots would provide perfect discretion in any sexual encounter.\n\nIn reality, you could remove four screws and set a jumper, and Hikari would be free to share every last spicy detail. And he *loved* talking about his work. The two of them could sit on the couch for hours, watching through Hikari's eyes and giggling over the different scenarios he found himself in.\n\n\"Sure, I guess it's a lot easier to show you.\"\n\nShe bypassed his security with practiced ease, attached a datajack to the back of the android's neck, then slid herself from wheelchair to couch so they could watch together.\n\nOn camera, they watched as Hikari stood naked in a maintenance bay. A woman just offscreen moved her hands over his chest, delicately buffing out some scratches in the soft synthetic surface. The camera panned towards her, revealing a young woman in a wheelchair, with a very familiar face.\n\n\"...me?\" Hikari gasped as she saw who it was. \"But I can't... I could never even afford you!\"\n\n\"Do you think I'm coming here for the money? For a good deal on repairs? *I love you,* Arisa. You're important to me.\"\n\nHikari leaned towards Arisa and put an arm around her. He was tall enough that his head rested awkwardly on top of hers. \"I spend time with thousands of people around the city, but I never really get close to them. I'm always playing a role. Maintenance time is the only time I ever really get to be myself. My owner doesn't really pay attention to my repair schedule, so long as the money keeps coming in.\"\n\n\"And here I thought you were just a perfectionist when it came to your looks.\" She said with a wry smile.\n\n\"A little bit, but really it was just to spend time with you.\"\n\nArisa nodded, slowly, still a little bit overwhelmed. The idea that she could be sleeping with Hikari... that was the sort of thing that happened to the rich men and women in the arcologies. Not to a sickly repairwoman living in the back of a garage.\n\n\"You know, I've seen you work. If you wanted a lover in your free time, you could have any girl in the city. Why me?\"\n\nThe android shrugged. \"I feel comfortable around you. You know robots. You don't get weirded out by seeing what's under my skin.\"\n\n\"Heh, I guess I've already seen you naked plenty of times.\" Arisa said with a smile.\n\n\"You've seen me stripped down all the way to my aluminum skeleton. Truly scandalous,\" Hikari said solemnly. \"And I've never even seen you take your shirt off. Is that really fair?\"\n\nArisa pointed over to the garage door. \"Could you shut the door? Oh, and flip the sign to \"Closed.\"\"\n\nThe android got up and rolled the heavy door shut. When he turned back, Arisa had taken off her stained shirt and jeans, revealing a plain white bra and panties. She lay back on the couch and beckoned him towards her.\n\n\"Well? Like what you see?\"\n\nThe android didn't hesitate or stammer. It was familiar ground for him, of course. But he still took his time as he unbuttoned his shirt and walked towards Arisa. This night would be special for both of them. He would make it last.\n\n(Part 2 is coming.)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She, and every other girl on the cheer squad, reached into a hat to draw the name of the lonely nerd whose virginity she'd be responsible for claiming. She was super into the idea too! She hadn't yet read the paper to see the name was her stepbrother's...
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"content": "They had a week. A measly seven days to get each of their nerds to succumb to their cheery flirtations and give away their virginity. \n\nMeagan didnt even care that she had pulled David's name. The bitch smirked and asked if she wanted to pull out of the squad. As if! \n\nShe spent the first day in denial. Trying to convince some of the team that it was unfair - that Meagan was setting her up for failure - and wasnt it a bit weird if her step-brother gave her his virginity?? \n\nNone of them listened. They all gave her the same sympathetic look, and the same simple 'if you dont want to do it, just quit' talk. But cheer was the only way she was getting into college, and if it meant seducing her step-brother, fine. \n\nDay two she started dressing to impress. She had it easier than some of the other girls she supposed, having twenty-four seven access to her intended victum. She'd walked in on David watching porn before, and knew the type of thing he went for. \n\nSo she dug deep into her cupboard to find the crisp white button down that was tight against her chest and the orange and red clip on tie from the same halloween costume she'd worn that year. The plaid skirt was also mighty short and she debated forgoing it entirely for something different, but she only had five more days after all, and her step-brother wasnt going to seduce himself. \n\nHe frowned when he saw what she was wearing, but shifting in his seat she knew she'd made the type on impact she was hoping for. \n\n\"What-ya-wearing that-for?\" He asked around a mouth full of toast. God, no wonder he'd never been laid. \n\nShe smirked and leaned onto the table, giving him a good eyeful of what lay between the strained buttons of her shirt. \"Party tonight. Costume.\" She pulled a lollipop from the fruit-bowl turned lolli dispenser and stuck it in her mouth. \n\nHe shifted again and she smiled, giving him a wave before turning quickly - giving him a flash of her cheeky pink underwear before departing. \n\nYes, this was going quite well. \n\nDay three. The weekend was fast approaching, and if she wanted anything to happen, it would have to be over the weekend. She knew her brother didnt exactly plan to go out and about on the town, so that gave her ample opportunity to do what she needed to do. \n\nBut it was a school day, which meant a uniform that by the rules of the hazing, they were unallowed to alter. Fine, so she would attend school as per normal, with a slight difference. She would stick to her step-brother during lunch, make herself interested in his day and his plans. He would be drooling after her by the end of the day. \n\nDay four. Saturday morning, and her alarm was blaring softly from under her pillow. She groaned, but if she lifted her head - yep, as expected her could hear the shower running from the bathroom that lived between her and David's bedrooms. He was a creature of habit, thats for sure. \n\nStretching, she removed her shorts and changed out her oversized sleep shirt for a cropped bra and looked over herself in the mirror. A hint of sleepiness still hung around her eyes, and her hair was a mess - all in all she was perfect for the next step. \n\nStumbling down the hall slightly, she pulled open the bathroom door, steam assaulting her senses as she hummed quietly and stepped into the room, just as her step-brother was stepping out of the shower, towel hung around his waist. \n\nHe stood staring at her dumbly while she began to brush her teeth. \n\n\"S-Stace! What are you doing!\" Her spitting seemed to break him out of her stupor and she finally deigned to glance over at him - finally getting a good look at what she had to work with. \n\nHe had an alright body for a geek, a little chubby around the edges, and the pimple growing on his forehead was unseemly, but overall, nothing unexpected. \n\n\"Brushing my teeth?\" She responded, her tone indicating 'well duh' \n\nHe huffed, tying the towel around his waist tighter. A move that only allowed her to see the outline of his cock. \"I was trying to shower?\" He gestured towards the shower in question with one hand and she shrugged before offering him a cheeky smirk. \n\n\"You dont have to be embarrassed.\" She gave him a clearly appraising look. \"You look good.\" She shrugged. \"So unless you're uncomfrtable looking at me?\" She raised an eyebrow. \n\nThe blush on his cheeks indicated she had won this round and he had to conceed stammering out \"N-No Stace. You look g-great.\" He shuffled on his feet slightly and she offered him a small smile before playing with the hem of her underwear. \n\n\"You dont think this is a bad colour for me?\" She asked sweetly, as if she would ever ask David for colour advice. He was the kid who mixed mustard yellow and seaweed green together for christ sake. But he ate it up, his eyes lingering on the curve of her legs as he gulped. \n\n\"N-No. Looks great.\" He shuffled, and stepped closer to the door, looking like an animal ready to bolt. \"Gotta go though.\"\n\nFuck. Stacy wasnt ready to let him go quiet yet, she needed him primed and hungry for her before tonight......\"Actually David I was hoping for your help.....\"\n\nHer step-brother immediately stopped at the tone of her voice and she saw him watching her carefully in the mirrors reflection. \n\n\"Can you help me study for trig?\" She bit her bottom lip, and his eyes darted to the motion before wrenching back up. \n\n\"O-Of course Stace. Gimme ten.\" She nodded, offering him her best smile before letting him exit the room. \n\nStage one complete. She finished brushing her teeth before returning to her room - debating what to wear for her 'study' session. She considered her options briefly, before a wicked idea struck her and she left her room without anything extra. \n\nA bra and panties seemed exactly the type of study gear she would need today. \n\nShe decided to offer David the respect of knocking on his door, and waited exactly ten seconds past him not answering to decide to just let herself in. \n\nShe found him in exactly the type of position she thought she would. Sprawled on the bed with the towel under him, cock in hand as his eyes squeezed closed and his breathing labored.\n\nEither he hadn't heard her come in, or he was trying to deliberately ignore her presence. \n\nEither way, Stacy had a good idea how to get the ball rolling. Without making a sound she strolled around the bed to where her step-brothers legs dangled off the firm mattress and sat herself between his legs. \n\nShe braced her arms on either side of him and leant forward, watching the movement of his hand on his thickness until - as his hand hit the bottom of his shaft Stacy dove forward, sucking the tip of him into her mouth and exploring the seam with her tongue. \n\nDavid jolted beneath her sudden intrusion, and she watched as fear, confusion and finally satisfaction flittered over his features and he groaned loudly, releasing himself to her ministrations. \n\nShe took that as consent and began to work him over with her fingers, stroking and playing with his balls all while her mouth sucked and licked the length of him. \n\nHe cursed, a word she was almost certain he didnt know flying out of his mouth as she deepthroated him, the tip of him just hitting the back of her throat and she held. Hallowing out her cheeks to create a vacuume of pressure as she rolled his balls in her hands. \n\nHe shuddered and she knew her was close, extracting herself from the base of him and decided to focus on the tip, swirling her tongue and letting her otherhand pump the rest of him while she lavished him with attention. \n\n\"S-Stace-\" He warned, but before he could finish his sentence he was done, hot liquid spilling into her mouth and down her throat before she licked the tip of him, and her lips clean. \n\nDavid flopped back onto the bed, and she rose, feeling slightly sheepish now that all was said and done. \n\n\"Sorry. Was that your first?\" She asked, carefully sitting on the edge of her bed. She couldnt leave until she was sure. \n\n\"What?\" David asked, sitting up to look over his step-sister. \"No, of course not.\" He scoffed. \"Bianca.\" The name was enough to illicit a scoff from Stacy. Her step-brothers former girlfriend. \n\nGo figure. She never imagined the petite girl was much of a cock-sucker. \n\n\"You still ok to help me with trig?\" She asked David carefully, and her step-brother gave her an astounding look. \n\n\"I think I owe you more than a little trig help Stace.\" She smiled. \n\nHe didnt know how right he was, after all, he now owed her his virginity."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The Companion Dolls were so realistic you needed a special scanner to verify they weren’t human.
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"content": "She was awake.\r \nShe didn’t remember waking up, but she could remember lots of things.\r \nBeing bullied in school, struggling in math class until she found her calling, acing her robot maintenance and house cleaning courses. The memories seemed strange, shallow, different to the ones she was making now.\r \n“Pretty little thing.” said Mia, the woman in front of her. Golden flowing hair tied back in a no-nonsense ponytail, curls pulled straight. Sharp, well ironed business suit. Mia… how did she know her name?\r \n“Would you like to name it now?” asked a voice behind her.\r \nShe couldn’t turn to see them, couldn’t move at all.\r \n“Alice.”\r \nThere was a clicking behind Alice. Hrm… She liked the na- she liked *her* name, Alice.\r \n“Any customizations?”\r \nThe room was clean, someone had done a good job mopping the white stone floors, smooth wooden benches with not a single scratch of use.\r \n“Can she see me?” asked Mia.\r \n“She can, she likes your hair.”\r \nMia’s eyes scanned empty space until she seemed to find a thought that pleased her, a smile slowly creeping across her face before being pushed down.\r \n“I would like you to uninstall her eyes…”\r \nMy eyes? No! She-... That made sense, it was ok, Alice had always been blind… well except for this moment but this was a special occasion.\r \n“...I would also like it if you ensured she remembered this moment.” said Mia, the smile in the center of Alice’s view.\r \n\\-\r \nAlice held the engineer's arm, walking with him through the quiet hallway.\r \nShe didn’t remember waking up, just suddenly aware she was walking.\r \n“We’re at the door.” he said.\r \nShe smiled, fingers holding his arm tight, feeling him hesitate before deciding to remain by her side, his hand falling over hers in the crook of his elbow. \r \nThere was a loud rumble behind them, something heavy being pushed on a trolley. The door opened but they didn’t step forward, a low silence that dragged on.\r \nFinally there was a cluck of someone's tongue, she heard footsteps moving away.\r \n“Bring her in, you can put the charge port in the 3rd bedroom to the right in the hall.”\r \nAlice recognized Mia’s voice.\r \nShe stepped with the engineer, focusing on the way the footsteps echoed. The room was large, stone floors, it was strange for an apartment to be so big… at least she assumed as much.\r \nAlice was guided to what felt like the center of the room, the hand moving to ease hers from his arm but she clung to his coat, lips opening to speak but choosing against it.\r \nHe held her hand for a moment, she turned her head around, listening to the sounds echoing off the walls, gauging their distance before focusing on his low breathing. \r \n“It’s… it’s ok. Mia is nice, she is your owner and she will take good care of you.” said his warm voice. He held her hand lightly until she reluctantly let go.\r \nThey left, the rolling trolley rattling in its empty state. She heard the door close and heels clacking on the floor.\r \nShe should be cleaning, that's what you do to pass the time when nothing else needs doing. Cleaning makes the boredom pass quickly but she didn’t know where anything was, didn’t know where she was. She thought back to her classes. When cleaning, the first step is to look for and take stock of all the chemicals and tools at your disposal. Look for… feel for? That didn’t make sense, how did she pass the class without being able to read a label?\r \nShe would wait until Mia didn’t sound busy and then she would ask what she was to do.\r \nShe took a slow breath to calm her nerves, smoothing down the sundress she wore and balling her hands up tight in front of her. The floor was cold on her bare feet.\r \nShe heard the clack of heels pass her, she readied herself to speak when she heard the jingle of keys and the door closing.\r \nWas she alone?\r \n\\-\r \nAlice heard the sound of an MX:T28 floor cleaner leave its dock and start polishing the already clean floor.\r \nThere mustn't be any awake humans in the house.\r \nA J:22 personal assistant hummed into the room. Alice cleared her throat and raised her voice, trying to sound firm.\r \n“Hello PA, Clarify: where am I?”\r \n“Hello Sexual Surrogate. Response: the guest entertainment room.” said J:22 PA.\r \n“My name is Alice.”\r \n“I am unnamed, owned by Mia.”\r \nThe floor cleaner chirped a confirmation that it was also unnamed and owned by Mia.\r \n“Who lives here?”\r \n“Response: Mia, Jim, Myself, 2 cleaners, 1 floor cleaner.”\r \nMX chirped at his mention. His whirring slowly made its way across the floor where she had stepped, ending at where she stood and chirping at her.\r \n“Sorry MX, I’m not sure if I should move. I haven’t been addressed yet…” he grumbled and rolled away, following the path the trolley had taken. “... PA, house dynamics?”\r \n“Mia does not allow the discussing of her personality traits.”\r \n“And Jim?”\r \n“There is no such restriction on Jim.”\r \n“What is he like?”\r \n“Mia would not permit such discussions.”\r \nAlice queried PA, having to occasionally call louder when she cleaned rooms adjacent to the guest entertainment room.\r \nShe started to build a map of the house with what information was permitted.\r \nMost of the house was dedicated to ‘events’ and impressing guests. There were several rooms for Mia to work in and others that Jim ‘entertained himself’ with.\r \nPA was non specific."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Formerly super lithe and fit, things have been…different now that she’s gained the Freshman 15…
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"content": "Amber stared at her bedroom mirror in disbelief, and not for the first time. There were mornings she woke up and barely recognized herself. She turned to the side to look at her profile, trying to make sense of the unfamiliar curves. How had this happened? She held herself to a strict workout routine. A morning jog, weight training for tone, endless crunches, all in the relentless battle against her lingering belly fat. It had taken years to get her body to a place she could be proud of. Sculpted legs and ass, a flat tummy, toned arms...\n\nAnd then her body had chosen to betray her in her freshman year. How? She asked herself the same question over and over again. Her exercise routine had not changed. If anything, the facilities and recourses her college offered only made them *more* effective. *Should* have made them more effective, she mentally corrected as a sour expression formed on her face.\n\nShe turned back to the mirror to face herself. There was no denying that she had fallen victim to the infamous \"freshman 15\", the evidence was staring her in the face. Only... it hadn't hit Amber in the way she expected. For reasons she could not explain, her body had grown all 15 pounds in one very specific region: her chest.\n\nAmber had not been blessed by puberty in that specific area. While the other girls grew and blossomed, Amber had instead remained disappointingly flat. And yet, looking at herself in the mirror it seemed things had changed. Two large, round orbs sat high on her chest, barely contained by a shirt that at never been made to contain them. They seemed impossibly well formed, and somehow impervious to the forces of gravity. The twins were almost.. buoyant. They conspired together to form a deep cleavage, the kind you could easily lose a pencil in. And that was without a bra. It *had* to be, she didn't have any that came close to fitting these new boobs. The effect of the shirt stretched tight against the twin mounds was undeniably lewd.\n\nThe rapidity of their growth had also been shocking. At first Amber had thought her clothes had shrunk in her dorm's crappy laundry room, but after a week of steady growth she could no longer deny the evidence in the mirror. Amber now had tits. Serious, porn star quality tits. She had tried hiding them as best she could, unsure what else to do with them. Even buried under baggy clothing, Amber could feel the stares. It almost felt like she was naked, the way eyes would follow her as she scampered across the quad to her classes. Worse, her exercise routine had been defeated by her rebellious body. Every movement felt wrong, her center of balance irreprovably altered by her new growths. She had tried her usual jog a couple days ago and it had set her chest to jiggling so severely she had to stop before they bounced right out of her poor, overworked sports bra. Now she probably couldn't even get that bra over the new tits.\n\nBut that wasn't even the worst part. That would be her nipples, which were even now straining against her shirt. They had grown thick and prominent, and they had become persistently hard. No matter what her mood, or the temperature of the room, they stood firm and prominent on her chest. Looking at them now tenting her taut shirt, she was struck by how much they reminded her of those pop-up timers on the turkey her mom used to make. *Does that mean they're done?* She found herself thinking, inanely.\n\nNot only were her nipples now large and obvious, they were also... sensitive. No matter what she wore over them she could feel the clothe moving against them as she walked. She had been unable to wear anything remotely coarse, even cotton could be too much for her new buds if it was too cheap. Removing her shirt wasn't much better, as Amber could feel even a light breeze blowing across them. It was as if they were begging for her attention constantly. The result that she was always aware of her new, enhanced chest.\n\nStaring at them now in the mirror, her tits consumed her attention. She shifted her weight from one foot to another and gasped as her shirt grazed her nipples. They seemed to be growing ever more sensitive over time. And while at first they sensations they gave her were irritation, almost like an incessant itch, lately they had turned... pleasurable. In the spirit of experimentation, she reached up and gave one of her new nipples a gentle squeeze. The gasp escaped her mouth unconsciously as the pleasure shot through her body. What was *that*? The feeling had been unexpectedly intense, a tingly, pleasurable sensation that had shot through her body. Without thinking, her other hand moved up to give the twin nipple a squeeze. This time she was more firm, and her knees almost buckled in response.\n\nAmber had played with herself before, but it had never been like THIS. All she had done was touch her nipples and already her heart was racing and her breathing had grown shallow and ragged. Her whole body felt warm and tingly, and the only thought Amber could process was *more*. She reached up and after a brief struggle she managed to free her tits from her shirt. She threw the discarded garment haphazardly, and then her hands were on her chest. Amber groaned. God, why did this feel so *good*? She stumbled to her bed and collapsed, hands squeezing the fleshy mounds on her chest. The pleasure shot through her body, driving her to keep going. She writhed on her bed, her whole world focused to her tits. She squeezed and caressed and rubbed the twins, her hands so small against mounds of flesh. And her nipples were practically buzzing with sensation, she flicked them again and her eyes rolled back in her head.\n\nA haze settled over her brain, a lust-filled cloud that drowned out any thoughts beyond the mind-bending pleasure washing over her. Without realizing how, one of her hands found its way between her legs. Her pussy was soaked, and she could feel the heat radiating off of it. Her finger found her clit and began to stoke, and the response was familiar. Somewhere in the back of her head she realized that it felt exactly the same as her new, engorged nipples. It was as if the three sensitive spots were connected, and as she played with them she could feel pleasure shooting through her body between them.\n\nThat was her last conscious thought before she feel completely into the pleasure. Her room filled with moans and the sounds of her bed creaking under her as she writhed on it. She needed more, and her hands worked to give it to her. Stoking and squeezing and pinching mindlessly all to push her deeper and deeper into lust. The pleasure washed over her in endless waves, over and over again as she drew closer and closer to her climax, until finally her body jerked rigid as it hit her. Her back arched and she let out a final moan, just shy of a shriek as her orgasm overwhelmed her. It seemed to carry on endlessly, and just as it felt that Amber would lose herself completely it finally abated and she collapsed into a twitching heap on her rumpled bedsheets.\n\nAnd even as Amber fell into a deep, exhausted sleep, her nipples stood prominent on her chest. Two twin buds begging for more attention, just like they always would."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: As she found her body automatically bending at the waist, her arms automatically steadying herself for sex, and she found herself automatically giving her enthusiastic assent to any implied sexual overture, she realized that her hypnotist bestie was probably going to win this prank war...
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"content": "It had been a very long hard day for Jill. The busty blonde wondered if she would ever get home at this rate. Sure she was pretty close to her house but here she was stopped again with her second dick of the day furiously ramming her in a very quiet part of the park. Jill tried to choke down her screams but that didn't work. So she tried directing them into her arm.\n\nThis guy was good and Jill just had to admit that. It embarrassed her that she didn't know his name. He was just some guy walking through the park whistling. Honestly, she never would have picked a guy like this normally. Thanks to Hailey's damn hypnotic triggers her body just reacted. \n\nThe high pitch of the whistle had her spinning around lifting her skirt and bending herself over the nearby park bench. Of course he didn't ask many questions. He did ask what she wanted and the programming had her answering \"A hard cock, sir. Where may I find one?\"\n\nJill thought she was a lock for winning the prank war when she got computers at Hailey's work to stream naked photos of her as the Screensaver, but this was the next level. Everyone of Hailey's coworkers had seen her naked now, but Jill got raw dogged by her boss. How was she supposed to stay professional now?\n\nShe usually worked from home but her boss had called her in to exchange her equipment and have a short meeting. He often would make little comments about her figure. Jill just tried to ignore it because of high pay and it was very seldom that she had to come in. Today when he made some slimy sexual advance she got up and raised her skirt.\n\nHe didn't last long inside her, but Jill realized she was going to have the tasked of making him feel good about his short performance. That was the hard part. Jill was just a simple programmer. She didn't know how to make him feel better about prematurely going off inside her, using her words. \n\nInstead Jill spun around and cleaned his cock off with her mouth. It worked. Kind of. The act did get him hard again and he lasted long this time and came in her mouth. Afterwards he excused her and she went running back to her place. She hated that she decided to walk to her work meeting but it was pretty close. \n\nHer ingenious plan to shortcut through the park had backfired. Before she got to guy fucking her good over a park bench, she passed a dog park. A sharp whistle had her bending over and offering herself to the small crowd in the dog park.\n\nNo one expected they just looked at each other stunned and one woman called the cops. She ran away when this large dicked fellow came whistling by. He asked her where he should cum and she begged for him to just cum inside her. \n\nOnce she came down from her orgasim she realized the two angry cops were staring her down. It took a while to explain. Eventually they let the guy go and walked me to their patrol car and drove her home. \n\nOf course they wanted to test the hypnotic trigger. Jill was relieved to avoid a charge of public indecency. It was her first threesome with two guys. Of course the officers were busy but she did make their lunch hour a bright part of their day. \n\nWhen the cops left, her roommate Hailey was walking in. She got to see Jill laying exhausted and leaking with cum. \"Ha! Got you!\" She shouted as Jill failed her attempt at standing.\n\n\"I'll get you back.\" Jill vowed with cum on her breath and a sore pussy. Hailey was excited to see how and Jill just knew any retaliation would just lead to her being more embarrassed and used like a fuck toy. She couldn't wait."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You are suddenly informed by God that he's retiring and has chosen you as his successor. You'll have infinite power to do and control the world at your will. Will you use this power for good or for evil? Either way it'll obviously be sexy.
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"content": "“… so let me get this straight.”\n\n“Ok, hit me.”\n\n“You’re THE God.”\n\n“Yep.”\n\n“You wanna quit.”\n\n“Mhm.”\n\n“And you randomly picked a human to take your powers?”\n\n“Three for three my dear boy, do you want a prize?”\n\nThis… wasn’t how your day was going. It shouldn’t be going this way at all actually. You’re supposed to be at work, earning a living wage for yourself and napping in your apartment! In fact, you only had a few more projects to finish before you would get that promotion they promised you. But instead of being at your desk working with your team, you’re instead stuck in a LITTERALLY ENDLESS VOID with someone claiming to be, not A- not Some, but THE GOD. The omnipotent, omnipresent, omnipresent lord of all. And He is offering you at least part of his power, and why? Because he’s fucking tired.\n\n“… run me through it one more time… please…”\n\n“Oh alright… I am God, I have been around for an infinite amount of time, and I would’ve been around for an infinite period after. But… I’m tired, I’m old, I’ve watched humans rise and fall a million times in the future, and grow a million times in the past. I can’t keep doing this, I have a life outside of overseeing literal everything. So… I’m giving it up, specifically I’m giving up the three major aspects of myself. My big Omni’s. You, one of the several billion in the pool, got lucky! I’m offering you my omnipotence, infinite power! Of course not true omnipotence, just enough to where you’re close to it but I’m a bit stronger… as a precaution! Can’t have you blowing up earth and what not.”\n\n“Ok… and so there are two more people getting the other two abilities?”\n\n“Yep! Talking to them right now as well! Omnipresence and all. They already accepted the deal, you’re the last one, although I don’t blame you, this is a big decision, I’ll give you some time to think.”\n\nHe was right about a few things, this decision was massive, a huge one at that. A lot bigger then just a few extra dollars… you could either accept his offer, or you could count all this up to a hallucination from something. But, two people already accepted the deal? Guess you wouldn’t find out if he’s lying until-\n\n“Until you accept the deal, yeah yeah yeah no more self monologue for you, are you taking the deal or not my boy?”\n\n“… fuck it, I’ll take em.” \n\n“Wonderful! You will really enjoy this~ oh, don’t over use it or your body will collapse under stress, and if you do something to threaten earth I WILL erase you from getting these powers and give ‘em to your sister ok? Good, have fun, later!”\n\nAnd you wake up in a cold sweat, your eyes red as if you’ve been smoking all night, something you don’t usually do, but this has got to be a dream… no way. Unfortunate! You really wished that one girl from that vid from last night would just knock on your door and tell you to take her- which was what you were thinking before the sound of knocking on your front door is heard. Going to open it was… confusing. You weren’t expecting anybody today, especially not this early in the morning at… 7:00 am? Wait, you left at 8 for work, how the hell- the knocking became more aggressive. Grumbling you get up and open the door to find… that girl from the porn video. \n\nShe was of Indian descent it, beautiful brown skin and light brown eyes along with whatever makeup she had on at this time, she was smiling. No, she was grinning from ear to ear. She had long brown hair, hip length, styled in a way that made it soft to the touch while still being fluffy, and she was a pretty respectable height already, which made it difficult to keep standing when she literally jumped into your arms and began to kiss you with so much passion that you could almost see the steam coming from your mouth. Tongues wrestling everywhere as you manage to close your door, confusion was a bit of a lacking word as why the hell was she here? How did she get here and why was she here? Then it came to you, God… the encounter, it was real! It had to of been! You wished for her to come over and give you a night of your life and she was delivering. It was damn near impossible to wrap your head around the concept of having the power to do… this? Whatever you’re thinking? But that doesn’t matter at the moment. What does matter is the beauty right in front of you, and you plan to make use of this power. Clothes went flying, tongue were wrestling, bodies rolling onto the bed as you get her under you, and then you go down on her.\n\nYou weren’t a virgin, lost that at a college party a few years back, but she was by far the best thing you ever tasted. You knew how to eat someone out and while you were an amateur, you’re sure you would get better… you wanted to get better. And that’s when it happened, there was no flashing lights, no identification that you used your power, just that you thought something actively, and you got it. \n\nShe was in heaven, her moans were angelic and her legs were quivering like every little flick of your tongue sent a shiver right up her spine. It might have well been, as you gave her the best case scenario for oral. The perfect experience on accident, not wanting her to deal with an amateur like you, and you were no longer an amateur, and you left her more sensitive and cumming harder then she would’ve ever imagined. The best part? You haven’t even fucked her yet and she was in heaven. 1/2"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] What's your best prompt involving fairies ?
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"content": "- She was a fairy, her partner was a Minotaur. They made it work the best they could\n\n- Fairies didn’t feed on sexual fluids, but they did feed on attention. A fairy has found that an adventuring party really appreciates the performances she gives them and she gets paid in a full meal\n\n- She was always a bit frustrated with how little she could do in sex due to her size as a fairy, but turns out that dirty talking and commentating in the ear of someone else was almost as good \n\nFeel free to use any of these, hope I had some good ideas!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: At first she was reluctant about letting her slime girl roommate enter her womb to simulate pregnancy, but it was the only way they both get enough extra credit to pass the class...
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"content": "Livian and Emilia were sitting in the chair waiting for the teacher's feedback. The busty, short-haired tomboy-style human girl looked at the curvy slime who wore square glasses. A silly thought, but he'd always wondered why she would need glasses. Trying to break the mindless slime stereotype? \r \nThe teacher explained, \"Well... you two flunk out.\" \r \n\"Please, teacher... you are aware that we are exchange students.\" I say it was a difficult year for everyone and..please. \" Livian, the slimy pink, pleaded. \r \nThe professor adjusted his glasses, took a deep breath, and opened the book \"You have a week to present a work on human reproduction x supernatural beings.\"\r \n\r \nBoth were in the room they shared. The books piled up and Emilia, her stomach churning with anticipation and nervousness, watched the roomate slimit spread out on the floor with tentacles on the books. \r \n\"Why does she wear glasses?\" \r \n\"Well...I saw that intelligent humans wear glasses...\"\r \n\"Vision impaired humans wear glasses,\" Emilia said, turning around. Livian was a good roommate, but she never got into slime life and always noticed that despite the monster girl's curiosity, she rarely asked about humans and usually tried to imitate her. \r \n\"How do you slime breed?\" No offense intended.\r \n\r \n\"Well... we consumed a lot of material until we doubled the dough, so the other members put some of it in and a week later we came out in one piece,\" Livian explained. This was strange, very strange for Emilia. \"What about you humans? Why do you eat babies? \" \r \n\"Uh...we don't eat the babies, we carry them and, ugh...take them,\" Livian said, throwing a book onto the slime's lap.\r \n\r \n\r \nDamn it! The week almost passed and nothing happened. No ideas, and now they were sure to fail. Emilia rolled over in bed. \r \n\"Hey Emilia,\" Slimy said, climbing on the bed on top of the girls, who never noticed that she had a texture that looked like latex, petroleum, and gelatin. \r \n\"Um...what is it?\" she asked when the creature showed her the book. It was an illustration of a pregnant human woman. \r \n\"Let's do this?\"\r \n\"Well...not really...plus it takes nine times,\" Emilia explained. \n\n\r \nI know...but from what I've noticed, I can do this. I can get you pregnant. \" She said this, causing the tomboy to widen her eyes in surprise and fall on the bed laughing. Emilia wiped away her tears until she noticed her serious expression. \r \n\"Nope, not really...don't even think about it,\" Emilia said, \"w-how would that be possible?\" \r \n\"Well...I can compress my body and get inside you!\" She showed by turning the page of the book that \"my body can apparently release hormones similar to pregnant human women\". \r \n\"No fucking way is that going to happen,\" Emilia yelled. \r \n\"Emilia, we're going to fail..look at me.\" \"I promise it won't hurt,\" Slimy said. Livian didn't want to go back to that village, considering that her family still lived in isolated caves and Emilia was certainly fed up with the farm. It was their future. They were silent, staring at each other for several minutes. \r \n\"Okay... okay,\" Emilia said in a tone of resignation.\r \n\r \n\r \n\r \n\r \nThe human girl began to undress. She had perky breasts, round and with pink, pointed nipples. Her body was slender and defined. She was shivering in anticipation as she took off her clothes and covered her breasts and private parts with her hand, blushing with embarrassment. \r \n\"Get on all fours,\" Slimy ordered. \r \n\"What?\" \r \n\"Well... in the book it says humans do that.\" Lilia shows an illustration of the human act. \r \n\"Not really... besides, I prefer mom and dad.\" The human girl says, stuttering and blushing. \r \nThe situation was awarkad. Emilia lay down while she spread her legs, showing her sex to the slime. She closed her eyes and waited when she felt a touch on her thighs and breasts and let out a moan \"W-what?\" she asked, looking at Lillian. \r \n\"It was in the book.\" The slime says to kiss her. \n\n\r \nLivian's mouth tasted like mint cyclist, mostly coming from the amount of candy she ate. The slime's tongue began to release the pheromones, and the human girl blushed as she felt the heat build up inside her body. It was a mixture of fear, anticipation, and arousal that consumed her and sent electrical waves through her body to her nipples and tip of the clitoris. \n\n\r \n\"G-go fast, come in,\" Emilia spoke, and before she could answer, she felt it. It had a warm, elastic texture, almost similar to a dildo. Livian's body slid inside the human who was holding back the moans, and her body writhed in pleasure on the bed. Emilia held the sheets grudgingly as she watched the scene. \r \n\"L-livian...\" she said, looking at the scene that was reflected in the mirror. She let out a gasp as she noticed her belly swell and felt her bladder squeeze and the hot liquid come out, wetting the bed. \n\n\r \n\"Sorry,\" Livian spoke in a voice that resonated inside her. Most of Livian's body was already inside Emilia, except for some parts of her body that looked like tentacles that came out of Emilia's pussy and wrapped around her body. The humans began to feel the hormones taking effect. It was like swimming in an ocean of milk whose heat grew more and more inside Emilia\n\n\r \nShe felt the tips of her fingers ache as her breasts slowly inflamed and swelled. She was almost double in size. \r \n\"Hurg,\" Emilia groaned as she lifted the foot of the bed. It was heavy, and I walked slowly to the sink. She rinsed her face, and noticed the thick drops of milk leaking from her breasts through her chest. She squeezed her breasts well, squirting milk. She ran her hand over her belly; it was already the size of a 9-month pregnant woman. She looked at herself in the mirror and noticed her a$$ looked twice as big. \n\n\r \n\"Um... it's not bad,\" one of the speakers admitted, blushing. Of course, the hormones had the party. Her body becomes more curvaceous and fleshy. Emilia took the camera she was recording with. It was going to be a memorable show.\r \n\r \nThe students' mouths dropped in shock. The teacher tried to speak but couldn't say anything when she felt the slimy tentacles and Emilia's hands on her shoulders. The scene she showed from \"beginning\" through to birth evoked mixed feelings in everyone. \n\n\r \nIn the video, Emilia, with a lascivious smile and a face that mixed pain and pleasure, opens her legs for the camera. Her swollen belly trembled and her breasts spurted milk as she screamed and moaned with force. From the opening of the human, a mixture of several liquids fell to the ground like pink oil and slowly formed a puddle that took on a humanoid force until it reached the figure of Lilia, who seemed \"firmer than before, less gelatinous\" and with some characteristics that reminded me of Emilia herself. The slimy sat on the human's lap and lay down while her mouth took Emilia's huge tit and started sucking her milk while being caressed by the human, who gave her a simple peck on her head. \r \n\"Any questions?\" Livian asked the class. \r \nSome boys tried to hide their erections, and other grotas gathered their limps and raised their hands. \"C-can I try too?\" asked one of them. \r \nThe teacher was looking for words but couldn't find \"y-you're approved, congratulations, that's an A+\". The teacher got up from her chair and said, blushing in a trembling voice, \"Well, I'm sure this project of yours has a future. Maybe I myself can tutor you both.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: In the Futa World, it's impregnate or be impregnated.
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"content": "(A bit short and goofy, but I had to.)\n\n\"Who are you talking to right now? Who is it you think you see? Do you know how much I fuck in a year? I mean, even if I told you, you wouldn't believe it. Do you know what would happen if I suddenly decided to keep it in my pants? A demographic big enough that it could be protected by civil rights laws goes belly up. Disappears! It ceases to reproduce without me.\n\n\"No, you clearly don't know who you're talking to, so let me clue you in. I am not in danger of pregnancy, Skyler. I *am* the danger. A girl opens her legs and gets pregnant and you think that of me?\n\n\"No. *I am the one who knocks up!\"*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When a largely male group of space colonists encounters an alien artifact, it transforms them, seeming to believe that what their colony needs is obviously more women who are more fertile, and very much more "receptive"...
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"content": "\"AH SHIT, WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING?\"\n\n*\"SHIT, IT'S IN OUR SUITS! FUCK\"*\n\n\"DAMNIT DEVON, WHAT'S THE FIRST RULE OF WEIRD ALIEN TEMPLES?!\"\n\n**\"Don't touch weird alien artifacts?\"**\n\n*\"AND WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO?\"*\n\n**\"Touch a weird alien artifact.\"**\n\n\"FUCK! Now there's all this goop shit in my helmet, I- shit, it's getting in my mouth!\"\n\n*\"Damn, me too!\"*\n\n**\"Samesies.\"**\n\n\"Fuck, I can't... gonna... gonna pass...\"\n\n*Thunk. Thunk. Thunk.*\n\n*Zzzzzzz.*\n\n[AHAHA. I HAVE FINALLY DECODED YOUR LANGUAGE. THANK YOU STRANGE BIPEDS FOR YOUR-]\n\n...\n\n[OH. SHIT. RIGHT. THEY'RE ASLEEP. DAMN. ALRIGHT, MORE TIME TO PRACTICE MY DRAMATIC ENTRANCE]\n\n\"Whazzat?\"\n\n[WAIT, NEVERMIND, HELLO]\n\n*\"I- guys? What the hell happened? Why do I feel... heavy\"*\n\n\"Me too, I- what the fuck happened to your voice? What happened to *my* voice?\"\n\n*\"Are we- are we dead?\"*\n\n\"No, no, no, I think we're-\"\n\n**\"YOOO, WE'RE WOMEN!\"**\n\n\"What?\"\n\n*\"Devon that's... OH FUCK. HE'S RIGHT. Sir- I- Ma'am, d- you're totally a woman!\"*\n\n\"What? Shit, a- fuck, you are too!\"\n\n**\"Me three!\"**\n\n\"How did... DEVON? ARE YOU TELLING ME YOU TOUCHING SOME ALIEN SHIT TURNED US INTO GIRLS?\"\n\n**\"Looks like it Capn'!\"**\n\n[INDEED]\n\n\"SHIT!\"\n\n*\"OH FUCK\"*\n\n**\"Spooky alien voice!\"**\n\n[YES. I AM THE GENIE OF BROKLANTIA-9. THANK YOU FOR AWAKENING ME STRANGERS]\n\n\"Shit.\"\n\n*\"Shit.\"*\n\n**\"Nice.\"**\n\n[YES. SHIT IS NICE. IN THANKS OF YOUR SERVICE, I HAVE GIVEN YOUR COLONY WHAT IT REQUIRES MOST. FERTILE WOMEN.]\n\n\"SHIT.\"\n\n*\"SHIT.\"*\n\n**\"NICE.\"**\n\n[YES. WITH YOUR ADDITION TO THE COLONY, I AM CERTAIN IT WILL PROSPER VERY NICELY.]\n\n\"But... I-\"\n\n*\"It's only us three out here!\"*\n\n[WHAT?]\n\n\"This is a research station! We don't need to reproduce, I- there's not even a dude to do it with in the whole sector!\"\n\n[WAIT, SERIOUSLY?]\n\n\"100% for real.\"\n\n*\"Yep. Tell 'em Devon.\"*\n\n**\"Mnnghh- wha'?\"**\n\n*\"I- DUDE! Are you seriously masturbating in your suit right now?\"*\n\n**\"Hey, fuck off, if you got turned into a girl, you'd be doing the same thing!\"**\n\n*\"WE DID. BECAUSE OF YOU.\"*\n\n**\"Oh shit, right. Whoops.\"**\n\n[OKAY, CLEARLY I DIDN'T ACCOUNT FOR SOME THINGS.]\n\n\"You think?\"\n\n[I AM CERTAIN.]\n\n*\"First contact with an alien life form, and it turns us into fucking women.\"*\n\n**\"I dunno why you're bitching, this is pretty great.\"**\n\n*\"DEVON!\"*\n\n\"Knock it off you two. So, Genie... person... thing, we clearly don't need *this*, so... can you turn us back?\"\n\n[WELLLLLLLLL]\n\n*\"Oh, you've gotta be shitting me.\"*\n\n[I WAS ONLY EVER EQUIPPED TO PROVIDE ONE GIFT.]\n\n\"...FUCK!\"\n\n*\"I second that!\"*\n\n**\"Pretty great gift.\"**\n\n[TO BE FAIR, IT WOULD HAVE BEEN GREAT IF YOU'D HAD A MAN TO BREED YOU.]\n\n**\"Oh baby, talk dirtier.\"**\n\n*\"Shut the fuck up Devon.\"*\n\n\"Okay... okay... shit. What do we do?\"\n\n[I'D SUGGEST HAVING SEX, BUT, WELL, YOU KNOW]\n\n*\"Yeah, thanks asshole.\"*\n\n**\"I mean...\"**\n\n*\"What?\"*\n\n**\"Guy didn't say it had to be straight sex.\"**\n\n*\"...you're fucking kidding me.\"*\n\n**\"Threesome! Threesome! Threesome!\"**\n\n*\"I- what, Captain?\"*\n\n\"Devon does raise a good point there...\"\n\n*\"You're kidding me.\"*\n\n[I DID INCREASE YOUR LIBIDOS.]\n\n*\"What? Dude, that's fucked up.\"*\n\n**\"But convenient! Come on, it'll be fun!\"**\n\n\"I hate to agree with Devon, but... I mean, it's an opportunity.\"\n\n*\"I can't believe this.\"*\n\n**\"Hey, you said you had a crush on the Captain, right? This is your chance dude!\"**\n\n*\"DUDE!\"*\n\n\"Seriously?\"\n\n*\"I- professionally, si- ma'am. A little. Perhaps.\"*\n\n\"Well then, this seems like the perfect opportunity. Here's what I propose. We seal this place up, head back to camp, have a nice meal, then fuck each other's brains out.\"\n\n**\"Sounds good to me!\"**\n\n*\"I- well- if everyone else is, I may as well-\"*\n\n[WHAT ABOUT ME?]\n\n\"Sure you can't turn us back?\"\n\n[I AM CERTAIN]\n\n\"Then uh... guess you go back to sleep! Bye!\"\n\n[OH.]\n\n*...*\n\n*Clunk.*\n\n*Fshh. Fshh. Fshh.*\n\n*Tink.*\n\n*200 years pass.*\n\n[shit, really fucked that one up]"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Alex & Dani decided to check out the "Future for a day" box as a joke. Dani didn't expect that in 20 years he would become Alex's slutty trans wife heavily pregnant with their fifth child, nor how much he would enjoy it.
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"content": "*When one looks into a box that shows the future, one might expect to see something conventional. A good job, a white picket fence, a beautiful wife. And yes, Dan saw all these things when he looked into the future alongside his best friend Alyx. But what he *didn't* expect, was to see that not only was his beautiful wife a woman who looked suspiciously like her friend Alyx, but that she was also cuddled up behind her hotdogging her ass with a cock bigger than any she'd ever seen. That alone was enough to throw her off, and that wasn't even accounting for the fact that Dani was also uh...*\n\n***Very, very*** *pregnant.*\n\n\"Shit!\" *Dani put her hands to her belly, frowning. In an instant, Alyx shot up, staring at her.*\n\n*\"Something wrong babe?\"*\n\n\"I- no, I'm good. Sorry. He's kicking again.\"\n\n*\"Oooh. Alright. Geez honey, don't scare me like that.\"*\n\n*Dani rolled her eyes, leaning over to kiss Alyx gently. She did the same, and their lips met tenderly amongst the sheets of the bed. Alyx grinned, moving to getup. Dani frowned, making grabby hands towards her.* \"Heyyyyyy.\"\n\n*\"I'm gonna go make you some breakfast sweetie. You stay right there.\"*\n\n\"Hey! I'm pregnant, not disabled.\"\n\n*\"Still, you stay right there. I'll be back.\"* *Alyx headed for the door to the bedroom, only to chuckle when she saw Dani struggle to her feet and waddle after her.* *\"Insistent, are we?\"*\n\n\"You know it.\" *Dani groaned, gently taking Alyx's hand with a smile.* \"We didn't leave all the brats with my sister just so we don't spend time together! Come on babe.\"\n\n*Alyx just grinned, leading her gently towards the kitchen. She deposited her wife at the bar, turning and getting to work bustling around the kitchen with a smile. Dani watched her for a while, deep in thought.*\n\n\"Remember that time we looked into the future box?\"\n\n*\"Oh yeah! That was fun.\"*\n\n\"Mhm. Remember what you told me?\"\n\n*\"Hmm?\"*\n\n\"You told me that-\"\n\n*\"You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. And no matter what, I'll always love you.\"*\n\n*Dani giggled, grinning at Alyx.*\n\n\"You do remember.\"\n\n*\"Of course! It's true.\"* *Alyx set down the finished plate of waffles in front of Dani, kissing her tenderly on the cheek. *\"And it always has been true.\"*\n\n*Dani grinned, digging into her food with reckless abandon.* \"Considering how many kids you've stuffed in me, it better be damn true Al.\"\n\n*Alyx grinned, returning to the kitchen to make her own breakfast.* *\"Of course. I could prove it if you'd like? What's one more.\"*\n\n*Dani scoffed, faking outrage as she laid her hand on her belly.* \"Al! Not in front of the little one!\"\n\n*The two women giggled as Alyx leaned over the counter to give Dani another kiss. Dani held her there, momenterily overcome by emotion. This was her wife. The mother of her children. The most special, amazing person she'd ever seen. And she was... she was just so... she was...*\n\n*Incredible.*\n\n\"Thank you, Al, for being in my life.\"\n\n*\"No, Dani-\"* *Al slid around behind her, wrapping her arms gently around her wife and placing a hand on her belly.* *\"Thank you for being in mine.\"*\n\n*In that moment, they kissed, and the world began to fade to white.*\n\n*Blinking, the two guys stepped back from the box, both flush red with embarassment. Dan could only gulp, feeling a hand to a stomach as he stared nervously at his friend. Finally, he found the words to say what he wanted to.* \"You.... think I'm beautiful?\"\n\n\n*\"Dani-\"* *Alyx gently grabbed his chin, turning so the two were face to face.* *\"You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.\"*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: In the distant future there is a professional ranking system for sex. The current best lay in the galaxy has held her title for the better part of a century. When she hears that a lowly human has been tearing their way up the ranks, she decides to teach it a lesson.
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"content": "Shira laid back on a pile of pillows. It was good to be on top.\n\nFor 31 years she'd held the top spot on the Galactic Sex Leaderboards feminine category. In other words, the best lay in the galaxy, all the way from her days as a perky nubile through her present experienced, mature age.\n\nThe GSL system was simple but intricate. Any participant in the galaxy submits to simple biometric monitoring during sex. Sophisticated algorithms measure arousal, pleasure, and orgasms (quantity and quality), and one's last 300 encounters are added together to form their GSL score. Players can also directly challenge to move up the leaderboards, either by having sex together or in a group (where whoever delivers the most pleasure wins).\n\nShira was the most dominant player in GSL history. Her physical form -- a curvy, luscious humanoid with long black hair, cool dark skin, teasing eyes and all the right assets -- was universally recognized, and her knowledge of pleasure points across all races, species, and sexes was unparalleled.\n\nIn her early days, Shira shot up the rankings with intense drive and stamina, fucking and sucking her way from planet to planet, with raw sex drive and enthusiasm. Back then, she'd jerk off anything that moved, and take her time with it. Today, her taste was more refined, inviting a lucky partner or two up to her mansion in the hills of Planet Zii only once a month at most, and only top-quality lovers, usually top 100 GSL males. (A month on Planet Zii is about three days on Earth.)\n\nThis month's guest was a frequent lover of Shira's, a neighbor from Zii named Seldon, ranked #17. As he zipped up his pants on the side of her bed, Shira opened up the GSL app on her tablet to check her performance. A perfect 50 flashed on the screen. She grinned. Never gets old.\n\nThen the leaderboards popped up. \"She's number two now?\" Shira said, puzzled.\n\n\"Oh, who cares about her,\" Seldon said, chuckling.\n\n\"She was number four yesterday and like a million points behind number two. How could she move up so fast in a day?\"\n\n\"Probably just old scores dropping off.\"\n\nShira flipped through Cassandra's data. \"No. It's not. Perfect 50s, six in a row. Then...\" She paused. \"She beat her in a threesome.\"\n\nSeldon leaned over to look. \"Wow.\"\n\n\"And it wasn't even close. She scored three orgasms to zero.\"\n\n\"Must have been an off day for Anna.\"\n\nShira frowned. \"I guess.\"\n\nA notification popped up in the top left corner of the app.\n\n-- 1 new challenge request --"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Just to perk up her nerdy friend, she let him think his hypnosis app worked on her. She felt a bit of a thrill in playing along as things got lewd...
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"content": "\"Come on, I'm a perfect guinea pig! You've been talking about it *forever* now, don't you want to test it?\" Rachel says with a playful smile sitting on her door room bed with a white belly shirt showing her toned stomach and grey leggings. Her long red hair moves as she moves forward getting in Blakes view, her eyes glowing like emeralds to him as she teasingly gets into his personal space causing him to nervously get up from the computer chair he was sitting in. \n\nThe computer which Blake has been using has a complicated terminal display on it seemingly to send the link of the app through a text message. Blushing Blake looks back towards it, clearly considering Rachel's offer and still a bit nervous given how attractive his friend is which he's clearly still getting used to. \n\n\"C'mon you basically wrote my essay in American History II, Who the fuck cares about reconstruction anyway?\" Rachel says as she gets up and walks towards her handbag for her phone casually bending over in front of him Which Blake abashedly enjoys. \n\n\"Found it!\" Rachel playfully utters as Blake looks away, ashamed at how long he stared at his friends ass and retreats onto the computer. \n\n\"Uh I guess if you're serious we can try it\" Blake says trying to placate Rachel as he nervously tenses his legs to stem the blood to his hardening cock. \n\n\"Yay Lets do this!\" she says with a spring in her step as she leaps onto her bed. She quickly gets up and sits cross legged holding her phone looking back towards Blake. \"So do I just open the text when it appears?\" Rachel asks with a passive smile. \n\nStill not looking back Blake quickly types her number in the terminal and hits enter. \"You'll get a text with the app download link, it should immediately start downloading and once it's done you'll see what I've been working on.\" \n\nA few seconds pass and Rachel gets the text and quickly opens it and clicks the link starting the rather quick download. She turns her head to the side a bit surprised given the grandiose way Blake was talking about it however she plays along all the same. The app opening it takes her to an incredibly generic swirling vortex. \"You're fucking kidding me?\" she thinks to her self as she looks back to Blake only to see him intently facing her clearly excited to test this out. \"So do I just look at it?\" Rachel says a bit unsure. \n\nNow fully onboard with the experiment for numerous reasons at this point Blake has a bit of a mad scientist expression on his face as he points to the phone. \"Stare at it for 1 minute and 49 seconds exactly and we shall see\" He says with obvious excitement and glee starting a timer on his phone. \n\nRachel wordlessly looks down to her phone once again, unsure if this is a elaborate joke or if Blake is 100% serious. It is at this moment Rachel gets a devious idea, to see what would happen if Blake thinks this works. This idea bounces around her head as she looks at the swirling screen for the minute and 49 seconds as prescribed. \n\nHaving some experience acting Rachel adopts a rather neutral body expression as if her eyes are glazes back and she is staring at the void, her phone dropped down to her crossed legs and her body more relaxed and passive. \n\nSeeing this Blake quickly stands immediately believing to have worked, \"Holy shit!\" he says almost yelling before he realizes his tone. \"Oh wait didn't you say your roommate was staying with her boyfriend tonight?\" He says as he relaxes not necessarily expecting an answer. \n\n\"Yes that is correct Blake\" Rachel utters as she snaps to Blakes face in the most muted and robotic tone she can muster. Seeing Blakes pure joy on her face pleases Rachel greatly as she keeps up the charade. \n\nStill maintaining eye contact Rachel notices Blakes face turn a bit more devious as she notices his eyes sinking lower and lower on her body as he openly and clearly checks her out. To see such a meek and rather submissive person display such confidence and happiness is such an intoxicating feelings for Rachel however what comes next would be quite a shock to her. \n\nAs Blake returns eye contact with Rachel the idea of her lying to his face creeps into his mind and turns his happy expression to sorrow and regret. \"Uh you better not be fucking messing with me Rach, that'd be pretty mean....\" he says trailing off staring at the floor. \n\nAs Rachel bathes in her guilt and regret having unintentionally been bullying him a deep grin curls across his Blakes face as he takes his eyes off the ground. \"Oh I know, I'll ask something you'd never do.\" \n\n\"Rachel please lift up your shirt and show me your boobs\" he says with the tone of reciting a wish request to a genie and less of an actual command. It takes all Rachel's acting skills to hide her surprise, annoyance, but most of all her lust. \n\nResolving to not hurt her friendship and risk the best tutor she's ever had Rachel looks towards Blake as her hands go to the bottom of her shirt lifting to reveal her firm D sized breasts. \n\nRachel tries her hardest to keep a cool and collected expression as Blake mouth agape stares at her chest but even the best actors can't hide obvious blushing without makeup. Blake eyes take in her breasts like a drowning man takes in water. He notices her hardening nipples and attempts to burn this image into his mind before look back towards Rachels face. \n\n\"Huh I guess they follow commands but blushing still happens when they do something embarrassing.\" Blake says as he quickly takes some notes, blatantly coming up from his paper every so often to stare more at her tits. \n\nTo say Rachel was dumbstruck would be an understatement, she never would have bet Blake would frankly have the balls to command something like that let alone for her to actually enjoy it. As she tries to ignore how wet she is getting Rachel unconsciously starts fidgeting which Blake sees as frustration from arm strain. \n\n\"Oh shit I'm sorry Rach, you can just take the shirt off\". Rachel immediately obeys which comes to a surprise for her, she never realized how submissive in nature she was. \n\nAs Blake sits and thinks to himself what to ask next as Rachel sits there faking being hypnotized but still topless and becoming increasingly aroused Blake suddenly starts moving the chair over. \n\n\"I wonder how they react to outside stimulus.\" as Blake ever so curious puts a hand on Rachel's knee and starts sliding it up and down her leg. Sitting already half naked as Blake rubs her leg Rachel finds herself wanting him to go further. As if mentally linked Blake takes his hand off her leg and gently cups both of her breasts in his hands and groans \"Fuck I've always wanted to do this\". After a few seconds of this he grows ever bolder and starts kneading them in his hands. \n\nRachel can't help but gasp at the physical contact and as he rubs her boobs several moans and groans force their way out of her lips which Blake notes to himself whilst he explores her breasts further. \n\n(That's all I got for now, there might be a part two depending on how much yall like this)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The Halloween party was in a few hours and she hadn’t picked a costume. Thinking quickly she wrapped toilet paper around her body with nothing underneath and went as a “sexy mummy”. Unfortunately for her, her costume started to fall apart almost immediately after arriving.
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"content": "Halloween had always been Alexa's favorite holiday. So the fact that she had missed the time leading up to the actual day thanks to school and work was incredibly unusual. She knew that halloween was coming up, but she didn't realize it was TODAY! \n\nAs work finished up, she started to panic. Her best friend from college, Candice, was hosting her annual party with drinks, games, dancing, and everything else you'd expect. For years, Alexa had won the Costume Contest handily... but today with her forgetfulness, she was panicking to put something together.\n\nA listicle that she found online ended up lending her an idea for a quick, yet effective Halloween costume. A Mummy using shredded white bedsheets (more tan bedsheets for authenticity) or even toilet paper! She didn't want to use one of her sets of sheets for something like this, so she quickly gathered up her tools and began to drape herself like a Mummy.\n\nWhile Alexa had accounted for the costume and its speediness, she hadn't counted on the forecast and the expectation of a light rain. \n\nAs Alexa left the house, her white bikini well hidden by her various levels of toilet paper wrapping, she felt the first drops of rain hit her head. She threw a hand over her head to cover against most of the drops, as she worked her way out to the bus stop. Candice's house wasn't far, so she knew the bus would be the quickest and cheapest way there.\n\nThe rain started coming down a bit harder as she stood under the plexiglass covering. She started to get nervous, worried that the rain and moisture would cancel the party, not even thinking about the effects on her simple, flimsy costume. She stayed under until her bus arrived and made quick work to get to the door.\n\nThe bus driver saw her standing there, draped in toilet paper in the rain. He smirked to himself as he pulled the bus to a stop. He fumbled hitting the button, watching as raindrops soaked the girl's thin and flimsy costume. He loudly apologized through the door as he pretended to press and work to get the door open.\n\nEventually, the man stood and pushed the door open manually. The girl stood there, frowning with her TP costume now barely clinging to her body. He could see her swimsuit exposed under the costume, smiling to himself as he moved to let her in.\n\n\"Sorry about that, sweetie. Door controls have been off and on all day. I blame this damned weather,\" he explained as he took the driver's seat again. Alexa dripped sloppy chunks of toilet paper behind her as she made her way to a seat, eventually finding a spot towards the back of the bus.\n\nThe ride was quick, and the rain lightened as they got closer to Candice's house. Alexa pulled the alert to note that the next stop was hers for the driver. As the bus pulled to a stop, she could see the house, all lit up in orange lights. \n\n\"Have a great night, Miss,\" the bus driver called out as he watched her petite body flounce off of the bus and make her way towards the house. \"I give it 5 minutes and that costume'll be gone,\" he laughed to himself as he shut the door. \"I fucking love Halloween.\" \n\nAs Alexa made her way up 5th towards Candice's house, she felt the rain pick up again. She was hardly aware as more of her clothing fell off behind her, exposing her body more with each step. She reached the door, opening it without the courtesy of knocking. \n\n\"Hey guys!\" Alexa called out happily. What she saw was not what she expected. Rather than the usual bustling party, Alexa saw Candice sitting on her couch, picking at a bowl of popcorn as *Scream* ran in the background. \"Am... I early?\"\n\n\"For the party?\" Candice asked with a laugh. \"You could say that... it's the 30th. Halloween is tomorrow! Besides, if you're looking to win the costume contest, I don't think... slutty beach toilet is gonna win any prizes,\" she laughed."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She'd needed a double mastectomy to save her life. Now that she's fully recovered, her lover is determined to prove they still find her beautiful.
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"content": "Alice nudged the little plastic jello container away. She plucked through the ziplock bag of her personals, snatching out her phone and pulling it into the warmth of the hospital sheets. She glared at the change of clothes she had packed, pushing them and the little lunch table further down the bed. Scrolling through contacts she lingered at Dad and Mum, she didn’t want to have to look after them as they processed it all. She scrolled up and chose ‘cute club guy’.\r \nShe stared at the last message she had sent. ‘I’m still walking funny. 😂’\r \nShe didn’t know what to type, what to talk about. She only knew the one thing she didn’t want to talk about. The one little thing, that was growing into a bigger thing that became a ‘nothing-but-the-thing’.\r \nShe lay, scrolling through their short conversations negotiating a time and place, filled with innuendo and winking. She skipped the pictures she had sent and focused on the text, reading them again to herself. She typed and deleted, typed and deleted.\r \nSuddenly dots. She almost dropped her phone at the surprise.\r \n“Hey, I was just thinking about you too.” he sent.\r \nAlice smeared her face with the sheet's corner, blinking until her eyes were clear enough to type.\r \n“Hey fuckboy! 😀 Fancy seeing you here.”\r \n“Got approval. I’m feeling like celebrating. 😉”\r \nShe smiled. “Want to break in the new pl…-” she started deleting the message instead of sending it. Her throat ached and she involuntarily sucked in a breath. The screen was going blurry again and she had to find a dry corner of the sheet.\r \n“Congratulations. 🙂” she sent.\r \nDots and deletions were his response. The only sound was the obnoxiously loud clock in her room. “Are you ok Alice?”\r \nShe brushed it off but her thumbs refused to type ‘I’m fine’. She tried different words, things that would sound convincing but she knew she had already taken too long.\r \n“Where are you?” he asked.\r \n“Hospital.”\r \n“It was serious? Do you have anyone there with you?”\r \n“I’m ok.” she wrote… of course now she could write it but not when it counted.\r \n“Which hospital?”\r \nNo no no… this was wrong. She didn’t want him seeing her, she wanted him remembering her as she looked in the sexy selfies. She glared at the pictures she had sent and started deleting them, her thumbs thudding into the little screen. She threw the phone into her lap in frustration and held her face, fingers running into her hair.\r \nHer phone slid over the hospital sheets and clattered to the floor below. The ziplock back lay open holding her spare clothes, a black lace bra sitting on top. She swiped it off the table and cried into her hands.\r \n\\-\r \n“Alice?”\r \nShe sucked in a breath and looked up. John stood at the door, a shopping bag in hand, relief on his face when he saw hers.\r \n“Hey beautiful.” he said with a smile.\r \nShe quickly wiped her face and forced on a smile.\r \n“Hi fuckboy. Sorry about the texts. I’m fine… I really am… how did you find me?”\r \nHe furrowed his brow, eyes rolling around the room, he nodded to himself and came to sit down in the visitors chair, pulling it up beside her bed.\r \n“There are only 4 hospitals.”\r \nShe nodded, her curiosity falling onto the bag he held. He followed her gaze and… he picked her phone up, ignoring the unread text messages from himself and wordlessly put it on the bedside table beside her, he then opened the bag and stared inside, his face flushing red as he hesitated.\r \n“I had surgery once… It was really boring.” he said.\r \nHe pulled out a handful of books and brochures, they looked like they were from a service station. He set them down on the table that hovered over her middle along with a few bags of candy, an unsigned get well soon card still in a plastic wrapper. He pulled out a stuffed puppy toy that wrapped around your seatbelt on roadtrips. His blush deepened and he was about to put it back in the bag. She stole it before he could, hugging it to her chest. “Thankyou.”\r \nHis blush eased and he looked up, eyes running over the roof for a moment in the dark room, he furrowed his brow. He reached over and flicked on her bedside lamp, the dark blue room suddenly orange with the warm light.\r \n“That’s better.”\r \nShe swallowed the hard lump in her throat. She couldn’t hide what she had lost. She started putting together the words she had practiced to tell everyone the bad news, to explain why she had been so busy lately.\r \n“Do you want to see my new place?” he said, bringing up his phone in both hands.\r \nShe felt herself smile, she still couldn’t talk past the pain in her throat but she nodded.\r \n\\-\r \nShe snorted and even started to laugh at the pictures of him. He had managed to include himself in every photo, pointing to different parts of the new apartment. John explained what he was pointing to in each photo, many of the explanations including lewd details. The last picture had him smirking on the balcony, eyebrow raised.\r \n“I’ve never been fucked on a balcony before.” she said without thinking.\r \n“It’s a date then, that’s where we’ll celebrate.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When the university's football program offered them experimental gene mods, they figured they'd be athletic upgrades to put them on a new team, not that they'd be transformed into cowgirls to help the existing team with "nutrition"...
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"content": "\"Unfucking-believable.\" There was a crash in the locker room as Brenda slammed the door to her new locker shut, fuming angrily. \"Absolute unfucking-believable.\"\n\nTrish could only smile sympathetically. It was hard to believe that the fuming cowgirl in front of her was her best friend. Only hours ago she'd been this skinny runt of a guy, barely notable enough to fill out his uniform. Now she was a towering cowgirl, stacked in all the right places and evidently strong enough to nearly dent her locker.\n\n\"This is such bullshit! Absolute fucking bullshit!\"\n\nTrish snickered, adjusting her seat on the bench slightly. \"Heh. Bullshit.\" Brenda paused, turning to look at Trish with a bewildered expression. \"Get it? Bulls? Because we're cows?\"\n\n\"Why the hell are you so okay with this?\" Brenda demanded, stomping over to Trish. The seated cowgirl couldn't help but notice how swollen Brenda's breasts were getting behind the strained fabric of her uniform. She'd refused to start pumping, even after they'd been advised to do so by the coach. Something about 'demeaning'. Trish didn't get it, she'd been doing it for the past half-hour, and her tits weren't nearly as big. \"Hey! I asked you a question!\"\n\n\"Hm?\" Trish snapped out of thinking about her friend's swollen breasts, shaking her head. \"Uh, whaddaya mean?\"\n\n\"This wasn't what we signed up for! I thought we'd be big jocks fucking cowgirls, instead we're the *fucking* cowgirls!\"\n\n\"To be fair, we *did* sign the contract.\"\n\n\"Bullshit!\"\n\n\"Heh, bull.\"\n\n\"Shut the hell up.\" Brenda crossed her arms, grimacing as her arms brushed against her swollen breasts. \"Where did it say that?\"\n\n\"Right at the top. 'Nutritional Providance Experts'. It's our job title.\"\n\n\"...shit, really?\"\n\n\"Brenda, are you telling me you didn't even read the *job title*?\"\n\n\"I- yeah! Fuck! I didn't think they could do this!\" She shifted uncomfortably again, moving her hands off her still swelling chest. Trish smiled sympathetically.\n\n\"Brenda, you should really pump.\"\n\n\"Fuck that!\"\n\n\"It's your job dude. And as much as big tits are nice, that's getting kinda ridiculous.\" Trish gestured vaguely at her friend's chest. Brenda only blushed.\n\n\"It's not that bad.\"\n\n\"Brenda...\" Trish gave her a stern look, pulling her friend's assigned pump onto her lap. \"You're being silly. Come on, lemme help you.\"\n\n\"...fine.\" Brenda blushed deeper, unbuttoning her shirt. The uniform department had neglected to give them new underwear for the change, and Brenda's chest popped out almost as if it were breaking for freedom. Brenda was just about crimson red at this point, but all Trish did was smile, attaching the cups to her friend's breasts and turning on the machine. Brenda moaned rather loudly then, half from relief, half from arousal as the pump began pulling the pressure off her tits.\n\n\"See? Not so bad is it?\"\n\n\"Fuck... no, that's good.\"\n\n\"Yeah. And come on, dude, think about it.\" Trish sidled closer down the bench, laying an arm over Brenda's shoulders. \"They're paying us 25$ an hour to sit here and look pretty. That's it.\"\n\n\"...that does sound pretty nice.\"\n\n\"Yeah! We hangout here, get our tits sucked, and flirt with cute buff boys. It's like, the easiest job ever.\"\n\n\"Whoah whoah whoah. Who said I'm gonna flirt with guys?\"\n\n\"Honey, you're gonna be hanging out here getting your tits sucked while a bunch of sweaty college football players drink your milk. Flirting's the bare minimum.\"\n\n\"But I'm not gay!\"\n\n\"...yeah. They're dudes, you're a girl. Not gay.\"\n\n\"Shit, got me there.\"\n\n\"It'll be fun! I saw how you were looking at Eduardo even before this happened, you could finally fuck him! Plus, you can finally fulfill your shower gangbang fantasy.\"\n\n\"Wh-\" if Brenda was red before, that was nothing compared to now. \"H-how did you...\"\n\nTrish just laughed, hugging her friend tightly. \"You're a lightweight and a blabbermouth. It's a better question what I don't know.\"\n\n\"...you're such a bitch.\"\n\n\"I know!\" Trish grinned. \"So whaddaya say? Stick with it a little longer?\"\n\n\"...fine. But only because I have to!\" She smiled nervously. \"And I have one demand!\"\n\n\"Hm?\"\n\n\"You don't touch Eduardo. He's *mine*.\"\n\nTrish just laughed, squeezing her friend as they both smiled broadly.\n\n\"Deal.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The hero and the villain were the last members of their species. They necessarily had a complicated relationship, considering that each of their powers came from *having sex* with another member of their species...
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"content": "Pt 2\n\n​\n\nJax opened his mouth to protest, but she really had taken his strength, at least temporarily. She crouched over him and he let out a yell as she slid herself over his cock! His jaw dropped at the pleasure--he hadn't felt this in decades. Women of other species tended to respect the post-orgasm high and leave him alone, at least long enough to get his wits back about him. Clearly, Nira wasn't going to.\n\n\"Yeah, feel good? I bet it does, ooo it feels good to me!\" Nira laughed as she rocked back and fourth on her feet, sliding him in and out of her. \"What's the matter Jax? You look like the cat's got your tongue. Maybe the pussy has, bahah!\"\n\nJax's tongue felt thick. He felt his face burn with blush at her taunts, but apparently his love for humiliation went both ways. Who knew? All he could muster was a low groan as she pumped faster.\n\nShe leaned forward, angling herself so that she could lean against him and lick his neck lightly. \"Mmm, who knew that the big bad thief was such a pussycat in bed, hm? Lying there groaning...I didn't even have to tie you up! Such a little mouse. Where's the lion now?\"\n\nJax felt her tighten against him. He focused on her face as her eyes rolled back, her tongue lolling out to the side just slightly. Her orgasm was probably stronger than she'd felt since Prime went up in flames, as people of the same race always knew each others' bodies better. He felt Nira's body go limp--she was the weak one now, though it would only last a second. That was all he needed. He felt his strength surge with his desire and flipped her over, still inside her. Now she was backwards on the couch, her upper half leaning over the back as she gripped it for dear life.\n\nThe port window was darkened, the default so that those who didn't wish to see space didn't have to. Now it acted fantastically as a mirror--he saw her eyes go wide again, but this time a stupid grin found its way onto her face. Jax leaned in as he began pumping, whispering in her ear.\n\n\"Oh, you really enjoyed that, didn't you ya little slut?\" He glanced at the mirror briefly to make sure the slur hadn't changed her expression, and it hadn't, so he continued. \"You came in here to get your brains fucked out, didn't you? Isn't this what you wanted? Nod for me--goooood girl,\" Jack chuckled as Nira, clearly lost in the pleasure of the moment, did as she was told. \"Where's the snark now, hm? Where's miss Head of Security? Oh right, she's getting her guts rearranged! Now cum for me again!\"\n\nAgain, Nira did as she was told, shrieking as she writhed beneath him in helpless pleasure. Jax only picked up the pace, laughing. \"I can do this all night, Nila...you're getting more and more sensitive with every orgasm, and I'm not getting tired...I'm going to fuck you for hours...\"\n\n\\* \\* \\*Jax didn't know how long their sex lasted. All he knew was that it was probably the equivalent to sometime early in the morning as he lie on the couch, her naked form leaned against his, both of them panting.\n\nHe felt a jolt run through Nira's body, and this time it wasn't pleasure. She sprang to life, grabbing her clothes and putting them on as fast as she could.\n\n \"Shit...shit, shit shit...\"Ah, the post-orgasm clarity, the realization tht she'd just fucked her mortal enemy. Jax chuckled and readjusted himself, feeling far better than he had in weeks. \n\n\"You alright there, Nira dear?\"\n\n\"Don't call me dear,\" she snarled at him. \n\nJax felt his grin widen--oh good, she was back to normal. Now he could continue teasing her.\"What's wrong, wasn't that what you came for? Tsk tsk, I helped you regain your strength and you thank me by growling at me! One would think you didn't enjoy yourself--except of course, I know you did.\" He felt himself stiffening a little again at her wince of embarrassment at that.\n\n\"Just...shut your trap.\" She finished getting dressed and turned to leave.\n\nThere was just one more thing, and Jax had been looking forward to this all night. \"Oh one last thing...if, by some miracle, you found evidence that anyone else would believe to suggest I'm stealing anything--which is ridiculous of course--tell me, what would happen?\n\n\"\"You'll be sent to the prison ward where you belong!\" Nila hissed as she turned back around to face him.\n\nThe joy of one upping her just about burst out of his chest. \"That's right! And if I was lost in the prison ward system, that fifty miles of hell...tell me Nira, what would happen the next time you got weak?\"The look of shock on her face as she realized the truth of what he said sent him falling back onto the couch in helpless mirth as she stammered, glared, and then turned and briskly left his quarters."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: wet t shirt contests are now an accepted competitive sport. Colleges have wet t shirt teams that participate in tournaments and competitions.
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"content": "9.5\r \n9.5\r \n9.5\r \n9.5\r \n“Wow Rick, 9.5’s across the board from the judges for Katie Brady from Dartmouth, with only one competitor left to go that puts her in the lead.”\r \n“Yeah Tom, that was a hell of a performance, that will be hard to beat. Brady was the national champion last season and it looks like she might have got off to the perfect start on her title defence for her last season of NCAA eligibility”\r \nA gorgeous brunette, wearing just a white crop top and green g-string blew kisses at the adoring crowd on the stage. Her top was completely soaked through, hiding nothing, her perfect breasts on display to all the fans. She turned on her heel and walked off the stage.\r \n“Next up is Candace O’Connor from Yale. O’Connor was a five star recruit to Yale last season from Bible High in Bumfuck Nowhere Missouri. She had a tough rookie season last year, consistently drawing disappointing scores from the judges, even though most analysts said she was consistently one of the strongest performers.”\r \n“That’s right Tom, we’ll see if she’s ironed out the wrinkles in her game.”\r \nA stunningly beautiful blonde girl, wearing a White crop top and blue g-string walked onto the stage and struck a pose. She closed her eyes and took a moment to collect herself.\r \n“When you’re ready” the head judge’s voice came softly over the loud speaker\r \nSuddenly, she opened her eyes, looked out, stuck her hand in the air, opened her mouth wide and started to yell.\r \n“Wooohoohooohooo”\r \nAs she cried two firehoses, from the two front corners of the stage, opened up and sprayed her. She started to bounce up and down, throwing her hand in the air, still wooing the audience. The material of her t-shirt turned transparent as soon as the water hit, and her perfect, perky D cups were on display for everyone.\r \nShe bounced up and down, giving the audience a show, her tits bouncing with her. She turned around through 360 degrees, then facing the audience again, she reached down and pulled her g-string to the side, flashing her pussy for a brief moment, before covering it up again. A klaxon signalled.\r \n“Oh, that’s a foul, she needs to be careful not to overdo that or she’ll be disqualified.”\r \n“A risky strategy, but it might just give her the boost she needs to overtake Brady.”\r \nO’Connor cupped her breasts and lifted them up. She stuck out her tongue and came milimeters from licking her left nipple through the t-shirt. The crowd went wild.\r \n“DO YOU SEE THIS!”\r \n“PERFECT TECHNIQUE ON THE SIMULATED NIPPLE LICK!! ANY CLOSER AND SHE’S LOOKING AT A SUSPENSION, BUT WHAT SHE DID THERE IS TOTALLY LEGAL.”\r \nShe put her hands behind her head and started to thrust her breasts towards the crowd, one, two, three, four times before the Buzzer went and the Hoses stopped. Her minute was up. She had done all she could.\r \n“Stunning performance from O’Connor, I think she might have stole it at the death.”\r \n“Remember Tom, she put in some good performances last season but she struggled with the judges. She needs to be almost perfect to win here.”\r \nThe lights went out. The tension was palpable as the judges tabulated their scores. Suddenly, the panels in front of the four judges lit up in unison.\r \n10\r \n10\r \n10\r \n10\r \n“OH MY GOD, SHE’S DONE! CANDACE O’CONNOR, IN A STUNNING UPSET, HAS WON THE FIRST WET T-SHIRT MEET OF THIS COLLEGIATE SEASON.”\r \n“WHAT WE SAW TONIGHT WAS POTENTIAL REALISED TOM. WE ALL KNEW SHE HAD IT IN HER, SHE JUST NEEDED TO PUT IT ALL TOGETHER AND SHE CERTAINLY DID TONIGHT.”\r \nBeaming widely, Candace was greeted by stage side reported Marcy Given.\r \n“Candace, you had a tough year last year, but it looks like it might all be coming together for your Sophmore campaign?”\r \n“Thanks Marcy. Ah had some disappointin’ nights last season, but ah kept believing in mahself, believin’ in god and ah knew it would pay off if I was just humble and patient.”\r \n“What was the difference tonight? A lot of analysts thought you struggled to adapt from wearing a bikini in high school competition, to being topless under your t-shirt. Is that fair, do you think?”\r \n“Oh, no Marcy, ah was always happy to show mah tits. Like mah Momma says, God made ‘em perfect to share with the world. No, mah problem last year was I didn’t know how to suck dick. Ah was a good christian girl, so when ah started in college and ah had to suck the judges dicks before the contest, ah didn’t do a very good job. Ah worked hard on that with coach Brett all through the off season and ah’ve managed to round out that part of my game.”\r \n“Anything you need to work on before next month in Reno?”\r \n“There’s a female judge ah believe, so ah need to practice going down on girls too.”\r \n“Any plans for tonight to celebrate?”\r \n“The football team is gonna run a train on me.”\r \n“That’s great, just like my time in College. You deserve it Candace, enjoy!”"
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"content": "A series of ideas to play with:\n- A boyfriend is all giddy when he finally confessed to his childhood best friend and now they’re officially dating. However, his female college roommate who was also his friend-with-benefits have returned to rekindle their bond. Tries as he might, he can’t say no to her despite loving his girlfriend.\n- Two nerdy couples are having a date at the library. However, the boyfriend’s female bully shows up and to ruin their moment. To assert her dominance, the bully forces the girlfriend to watch as the boyfriend is sexually dominated in ways that he will never experience in their romance.\n- A knight and cleric are awkward virgins that have been dancing around their feelings for each other. The dark elf wizard and the tiefling rogue on the other hand wants to grab each for themselves. When the two lovebirds were planning to confess, they were lead away to somewhere secluded by their fellow party members to have their world shaken.\n- A brother-sister superhero duo are making headway into their career as crime fighters. The sister was recognized as the greater threat and a villainous seduced her beloved brother. With the intent to shatter her ambition as a hero."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Co-workers' vehicles won’t start after work. Being the nice person you are, you offer them a ride home when something happens on the way to their destination.
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"content": "Snow fell softly in the dark, the light pole's illumination being the only tell of their passing as I stepped out of the office into the bitter cold night air. Nearly everyone had left hours ago, and the parking lot was nearly deserted as I walked towards my truck. In fact, there was only one other car in the lot, hood up. \"Nasty night for car trouble,\" I muttered to myself as I walked over to see if I could lend a hand.\n\nKathryn sat behind the driver's seat, the hand holding her phone just dropping from her ear when she spotted me. She opened the door as I approached, and I stopped out of arm's reach; she was new, we'd not had a chance to talk yet, and I didn't want to spook her. \"You good?\" I asked.\n\n\"Ye-\" she started, before catching herself. \"Shit, no. Automatic response, sorry. The belt's broken, and they won't send a tow truck out in the snow.\" The words came tumbling out of her in a staccato. \"You're Scott, right? I think I've seen you in the lab next door, and Scott is the name on that lab, so I assume that's you and I'm sorry I haven't introduced myself I've just been so busy getting situated and- and I'm shutting up now so you can get a word in edgewise I ramble when I'm stressed.\"\n\n\"Yep, you got my name right. And you're... Katherine,\" I supply, double checking I hadn't gotten her name wrong. \"Do you have somebody that you can call for a ride?\"\n\n\"All my friends call me Kat. All of my friends on the other side of the country, that is. I just moved here for the job so I've got nobody yet. Are there any motels in walking distance?\" She asked, hopefully.\n\n\"About a mile that way,\" I say, pointing with a thumb, \"But this place wasn't built for pedestrians when it's *not* snowing out, that would be a pretty dangerous walk.... look, I know this is pretty forward since we just met, but I could give you a lift if you want. Or just take you home, save you the cost of a room?\"\n\nShe thought about it for a few seconds before pointing her phone at me, the camera flash blinding me for a second. \"For my mother. Just in case you decide to axe-murder me or something,\" she said with a wink and a smile as she got out of the car, her fingers flying across her phone screen. Looking more serious, she added, \"Are you sure you don't mind taking me home?\"\n\n\"Not at all,\" I replied, shaking my head, \"I'd hope somebody would do the same for me if I was in your place, after all!\"\n\nKat, it turned out, had rented a place about half an hour outside of town out in the woods. We chatted as I drove. She told me about her graduate research, I shared company culture tips I'd picked up from the couple years I'd been working since being hired from grad school myself. The snow blew heavier, and was piled deeper, the further into the woods we got. I'll never know if I'd been less distracted if I would have spotted the black ice around a bend in the road and we wouldn't have sailed straight through the bend, through the guardrail, and into the ravine, skidding to a stop a the bottom before we hit anything else.\n\n\"Are you okay?\" I asked Kat, turning towards her. The crash had killed the engine and the truck was dark, and it took a moment for my eyes to make out detail. It had been a rough fall.\n\n\"I- I think I'm okay, bumped my head but I don't think it's too bad. You?\"\n\n\"Shaken up, pissed at myself, but I'll live.\" I noticed blood coming from a cut on her head. \"Shit, you're bleeding,\" I said, reaching out to touch the wound without thinking. \"Shallow.\" I pronounced, grabbing a napkin from the door pocket and handed to her. She took it and pressed it to the slight gash on her head.\n\n\"Fuck I'm so sorry about this if I hadn't asked you for a ride- this is all my fault and-\" she started in the same nervous tumble from the carpark. I cut her off.\n\n\"Nonsense. We both take this road home, only thing different if your car hadn't been busted is one of us might have wound up here anyways and we'd be alone and worse for it.\" The silence stretched after I'd spoken while I tried to figure out what to do next. \"I don't like our odds of getting a tow out here tonight, if you couldn't get one in town before the storm got worse, but I'll put the call in.\" She nodded. I made the call, and was unfortunately right. It'd be morning, after the storm broke, at the earliest. \"We probably should turn our phones off, don't know how long it'll take them to get to us tomorrow,\" I said, going to turn my phone off even as I spoke.\n\n\"Shouldn't you call your wife first to let her know you're stuck?\" Kat asked, an innocent question that was a sucker punch.\n\nI touched the gold band on my hand. \"She. She died last year. Aneurysm. Just... haven't taken the ring off yet.\" I replied, monotone.\n\n\"Fuck. I'm so sorry, I really-\" she started, reaching out to put a hand on my shoulder.\n\nI shushed her with a finger to the lips. \"New rule,\" I said, back in the moment, finger still pressed to her lips, unsure of where the gesture came from. \"No more apologizing for things that aren't your fault. Are we clear?\" She nodded, the movement felt as much as seen, and I pulled my finger away. The expression on her face was hard to read in the dim light. She mumbled something I didn't consciously process.\n\n\"If you want to tell me about her, I'll listen,\" Kat volunteered, breaking the silence that had stretched on after that. \"I don't want to reopen any wounds, but sometimes it's nice to be able to... forget it, I'm being dumb.\"\n\nI shook my head. You're not. I appreciate it, I haven't really gotten to.\" So I told her about Hannah. About how we'd started as rivals as undergrads, vying for the attention of a prominent professor on campus. About how we'd taken to sabotaging each others lab work. About how she'd confronted me in the lab one night after a particularly crafty bit of sabotage on my part when I was working late junior year, and how that had been a turning point. About how... Kat raised an eyebrow. \"That seems like an important detail to gloss over, Scott, don't you think?\"\n\n\"Fine, you want the real story?\" I started with a shrug. \"She confronted me, just like I said, got right in my face, yelling at me, calling me all sorts of nasty names. We locked eyes and the next thing either of us knew we were all over each other. Only made it as far as the nearest bathroom before I had her bent over a sink. Anyways, as time went on there was less and less hate in the hate-fucking, and then there was a pregnancy scare and she asked me out on a real date.\" I told her about how we'd moved in together that summer, about how we'd managed to get into the same grad school. About how she'd proposed by way of sabotaging some lab data I was presenting at an informal presentation. I did not tell Kat about how Hannah had the same dark, straight hair that she did, or the same milky-pale skin.\n\nI told her about how I'd gotten the job here, and Hannah had found passion in teaching high school. About how we'd been talking about having a baby. I did not share details about watching her die. When I got to the end, I was smiling and silently shed tears cut lines down my face. \"Thank you,\" I said, wiping at a tear that clung to my cheek, \"I think I really needed that.\"\n\n\"Mom's a shrink,\" she replied nonchalantly, \"you pick things up.\" A pause. \"I'm sorry I'll never get to meet her.\"\n\n\"You would have loved her. Everyone did.\" \n\n\"Except you at first, apparently,\" She shot back, grinning mischievously.\n\n\"Yeah, yeah, special circumstances,\" I waved off, grinning back despite myself.\n\n\"So this professor you were trying to get the attention of... was she cute?\"\n\n\"I- what now?\" I stuttered.\n\n\"Was. She. Cute.\" Kat punctuated every word, grinning ear to ear, arm propped on the center console, supporting her head conspiratorially. \n\n\"You are obnoxiously good at being disarming, you know that?\"\n\n\"Answer the question.\"\n\n\"Fine, dammit, yes. But it was all about the research opportunities.\" Silence. \"Okay, mostly about the research.\" More silence. \"Sixty-forty.\" I felt myself blushing slightly. Kat giggled. \"So what about you?\" I asked, before she could pry further. \"Anybody special in your life?\"\n\n\"Not anymore,\" She said, exasperation in her voice, her eyes rolled. \"Michelle told me I was selling my soul taking this job, and she wouldn't follow me. Jokes on her, it was worth it. You've seen the toys they've stocked me with, right?\"\n\nI laughed. \"You don't know the half of it yet. I casually mentioned to Carl my back was a bit stiff one morning, and that afternoon they had an ergo specialist in, and the next morning I had a new chair worth more than my truck. Y'know, before...\" I gestured vaguely to the outside. \"Still, I'm sorry to hear that.\"\n\nIt was her turn to shrug. \"It's alright. We were... comfortable, but my heart wasn't really in it. And besides, I think I prefer guys anyways.\"\n\n\"You think?\"\n\n\"Well, I was a bit of a late bloomer. Mom was overprotective through high school, and I was a bit of an ugly duckling so-\"\n\nMy mouth moved before I processed what I was saying, \"I find that hard to believe!\"\n\nShe eyed me, stone faced. \"What, you think I'm ugly?\"\n\n\"I didn't say that!\"\n\n\"So you think I'm pretty?\" She asked, batting her eyelashes at me in an exaggerated gesture. I cursed myself silently for falling into such an obvious trap, and shifted uncomfortably in my seat. She left me to twist in the wind for a short eternity before bursting out into laughter. \"Oh man, you should see the look on your face!\"\n\n\"That was a dirty trick,\" I grumbled for form's sake.\n\n\"From what you told me it sounds like you like those.\"\n\n\"Touché.\"\n\n\"Anyways, I didn't really spread my wings until grad school.\"\n\nI shot an exaggerated glance down towards her legs, making sure the gesture would telegraph in the dim light. \"Is that what the kids are calling those these days?\""
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"content": "**Annie Atwood's Artificial Assistant** \n\n​\n\nIn the not too distant future, Annie Atwood was a researcher at a burgeoning tech conglomerate named Protonic. After releasing several very successful projects in quick succession, Protonic was suddenly flush with income and resources, and the company was attempting to expand rapidly. In doing so, Protonic was throwing resources left and right at hundreds of different projects, which was how Annie got hired on to her position with very little oversight.\r \n\r \nAnnie was working on a project that she believed was going to revolutionize robotics and artificial intelligence. She was attempting to imbed microscopic nanomachines in a ferrofluid substrate where they could emit tiny magnetic fields in a controlled fashion to maneuver the fluid around. In her initial pitch for the project, one of the board members had told her that it sounded like she wanted to make The Blob, but she had managed to convince them of all the other applications of a maneuverable fluid controlled by artificial intelligence.\r \n\r \nDue to the attitude of rapid expansion in the company, Annie was able to acquire bits and pieces of dozens of different projects to jumpstart her idea. While this brought her much closer to a working prototype, it also meant that she did not have a full understanding of everything that went into making her project function. As long as it worked though, Annie did not care.\r \n\r \n\"Experiment log five seven. Substrate polymer has been imbedded with the new program. Attempting cohesion test now.\"\r \n\r \nAnnie spoke into a microphone perched above her workbench in her tiny workspace as she stared down at a plate of black ooze that was her project. She had a small lab in the company's headquarters, but she did not have to share it so the cramped quarters did not bother her. Well, she did not have to share it with a person...\r \n\r \n\"*New program parameters set, would you like to continue?*\"\r \n\r \nAn artificial voice spoke out from the numerous speakers hooked up throughout her lab. One of the projects that Annie had \"borrowed\" materials from was an attempt to create a true thinking and feeling artificial intelligence. She had managed to acquire a scrapped prototype that had been scheduled for deletion after it did not meet expectations, and as far as Annie knew, nobody was the wiser that she had acquired it.\r \n\r \n\"Yep. You have full control Mat, access code zeta-three-one-one-five.\"\r \n\r \nMat, or My Artificial Teammate, as Annie had dubbed the AI, had been invaluable to her project. It would be completely unfunctional without it. It was damn near a fully thinking and understanding machine, and Annie had counted her lucky stars when she managed to get it up and running. The AI had been originally scrapped because there were just a few odd kinks in its programming that could not be fixed.\r \n\r \n\"*You got it, sugar tits.*\"\r \n\r \nAnnie rolled her eyes. One of those kinks in the programming was that the AI was seemingly always horny and mischievous. It was not too annoying to deal with, and Annie honestly found it pretty amusing at times. It did not help that Annie had a pretty incredible body for the AI to make lewd comments about, with her firm and full figure easily filling out the pants and blouse she was wearing today.\r \n\r \n\"Hilarious, Mat.\" The researcher responded sardonically.\r \n\r \nIn a way, Mat had almost taken over the project from her. Working alone, Annie would constantly hit dead ends that required the help of her AI assistant to solve. By this point, Mat was making more executive decisions about the direction of the project than Annie was.\r \n\r \n\"*If you brought that little toy with you I can show you something really funny.*\"\r \n\r \n\"Mat!\"\r \n\r \nAnnie felt herself blushing. Her artificial assistant had taken its horny antics far beyond lewd comments by this point in their strange relationship. It had started early when the AI managed to hack into the room's climate controls and would use the air vents to blast her skirt up when she would least suspect it. When she started using robotic limbs to assist in building the substrate, Mat would use them to pinch her ass when her back was turned, and once the AI even managed to yank her blouse open to reveal her well endowed rack to the AI's peering cameras that surrounded the room.\r \n\r \nMat really stepped up its antics when it managed to access her home devices. Annie was not even sure how long her horny artificial assistant had been accessing her personal computers and webcams until the night it hacked into her remote controlled vibrator. She had been living a pretty isolated life while working on this project, and she had taken to regularly pleasuring herself after work with a Bluetooth sex toy. One night, it suddenly became unresponsive to her commands before ratcheting up to frequencies and motions she did not know it was even capable of. Something about the loss of control and the intense feelings it generated in her nethers had made her orgasm harder than she had in years. Once she had finally finished, Mat's voice suddenly rang out from her desktop, saying \"I hope that felt good for you too baby.\"\r \n\r \nAnnie had been livid at first, but it had felt so good she could not stay mad at her stupid robot assistant for long. She had chosen to work with this horny AI after all. Each time she used the toy after that night, Mat made her come just as hard.\r \n\r \n\"Let's just focus on the project for now, alright? We can...well we can talk about that later.\"\r \n\r \n\"*You got it hot stuff. Attempting cohesion of the substrate now.*\"\r \n\r \nIn the deep-welled plate before her, the glossy black liquid began to shimmer. Ripples began to flow across the substance and it began to vibrate in the plate. The nanites imbedded throughout the substance were being activate and controlled by Mat as it attempted to gain control over the liquid substance. Hopefully, this new combination of materials could make a workable prototype.\r \n\r \n\"How's it feeling Mat?\"\r \n\r \n\"*I think...I almost have it...there!*\"\n\n​\n\n(continued below)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Waking up, she wondered why the guys suddenly seemed so distracted. She didn't realize she talked in her sleep, or that she had revealed how much she constantly fantasizes about casual blowjobs or that she finds swallowing to be basically just the hottest thing...
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"content": ">!Story is in an unfinished state, but there was enough for a 'happy ending' so I'm posting it unfinished instead of leaving it in the graveyard.\nToo difficult to break the ice 3 times to get a gang bang going.!<\n\nChloe rose from the couch, hand smushed to her face and rolling back to sweep her hair behind her ears. She sat upright. There was a loud clatter and she blinked away sleep to find Joe frantically unpacking the dishwasher. She felt a yawn creep up and smothered it with her hand, stretching up with her hands high above her head, arching her back and groaning out at the pleasurable stretch. Her short top rose high up her ribs, her hips rolling over the couch. There was a tingle that gnawed at her, if only she could have slept a little longer to finish the dream. She saw a wet corner on the pillow she had laid on which explained a lot.\r \nPeter sat quietly on the far side of her couch, he had a pillow in his lap and stared at his phone furiously.\r \n“Sorry, I should have crashed in my room.” she said.\r \n“No, it's fine!” said Simon, she splashed back, her head falling over the back of the couch to see a sideways Simon… well sideways from her perspective. He stood on the balcony vaping furiously while angling his body away from her.\r \n“Yeah, crash wherever you want.” said Peter, without looking up from his phone.\r \nJoe hummed his agreement as he hamfistedly put dishes away.\r \n“Thanks.” she said.\r \n“If you want anything by the way, you know you can always ask-” started Peter.\r \n“Us!...” said Joe. “...anything, just ask.”\r \nShe nodded and shot back a toothy grin. “Same.”\r \nShe pulled her ankles up and sat on them, smoothing her skirt down between her thighs, her hands lingered a little too long. She could finish what her dream had started later. She looked at the TV… which was off, they were so sweet. They had been quiet to not wake her. They really were an awesome trio of roommates, she wanted to say something to that effect but it risked getting all mushy cuddle-puddle on her if the sweetness reached diabetic proportions. \r \n“In that case I’ll take you up on your offer. I want a pillow!” she said.\r \nShe glared at the pillow on Peter's lap and flicked it off, falling down to lay across his legs in the same motion. Her back arched over his thighs. She wriggled slightly and a smirk fell onto her lips. Peter started to blush and she knew why!\r \nShe snatched the phone from his hands expecting to find porn but it was just a scrolling list of recommended youtube videos. She typed ‘secrets safe’ into the search bar and offered it up, disappointed.\r \nHe plucked his phone back. She tossed the remote his way, it was difficult to think of anything but her gnawing need when he was so close and ready to satisfy it for her. Her knees poked up toward the ceiling, her skirt falling down her thighs slightly, she peaked past them as a still vaping Simon. He ran a hand through his hair and stepped inside, walking off to their bathroom. She looked up, unable to see Joe over the cabinets that separate their apartment in two. She chewed on her bottom lip, an intrusive thought refusing to abate.\r \nHe offered his phone and she read “Not helping” in the search bar. She giggled to herself and grinned, she was happy to shield her friends from teasing but wasn’t above doing it herself. “Best way is to take care of it” she typed, holding it up.\r \nHe glared at his screen.\r \n“Can I?” she whispered.\r \nHe glanced nervously toward Joe. It was all the answer she needed, she rolled onto her knees and slid down his lip, in a moment her fingers were coaxing him free and she slid him straight down between her lips. She did her best to keep quiet but she finally had what she needed. Her tongue ran circles around his tip, drawing him deeper into her mouth. She brought his hand up into her hair and he gathered it from her face. She nuzzled into his lap, swallowing and massaging his cock with her tongue. He didn’t last long and soon she had her reward and release. His hand pulled at her hair but he was right on the edge and she knew it, she pressed down to his base, moaning at the firm tug he gave.\r \nHer lips drew into a smile and soon she was swallowing, drinking down his cum.\r \nShe glanced to the side and saw Joe. She should have pulled away and played it off but she was in no state to do it. She sucked hungrily, drawing the last Peters cum free and eased him from her lips with a pop.\r \nShe felt her cheeks flush as she glanced up at Joe, mirroring his embarrassment. “Sorry” she squeaked out.\r \n“Shit, no… uh, my bad!” he said, backing up.\r \nShe was about to apologise too when her eyes flicked down and saw him hard, she shot up onto her knees on the couch. “It’s just-” she started, gesturing to Peter. “I mean, you can too.” she said. She didn’t know how to put her desires into words. There was so much to clarify and she wanted to… actions speak louder than words.\r \nChloe climbed up, fixing her loose strappy handkerchief of a top to cover her baby-blue bra and reached to feel Joe’s erection. His backpedalling drew to a stop, her fingers running over the straining material of his pants.\r \n“You two aren’t together.” he asked.\r \n“No, I mean. We’re all chums.” she said, wincing at her word choice."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: At first, she just wanted her slime girl friend to help her pull off a pregnancy prank on her ex. However, neither of them was ready for just how the both of them would react once the slime girl was in her womb...
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"content": "“Look. I like the idea of this prank but I’m not sure it’s going to work. There’s just too much of me. I mean, look in the mirror.” I say to Rachel.\n\nWe both look into the mirror. Rachel stands at 5’9 with shoulder length blond hair with a nice fit body including a nice firm pair of c cup tits. She’s standing naked while I’m holding onto her with my own body.\n\nI’ve stretched myself to make her breasts look bigger, her upper arms flabby, her thighs and ass thicker, and finally her stomach bigger. Making it look like she is pregnant.\n\n“You see the problem right? I can only stretch so far and I’m almost at my limit. But with my extra hanging off your ass or on your shoulders just doesn’t work.” I say.\n\n“Yea I see it. Are you sure you can’t make this work? I really want to mess with my ex tomorrow when I see him at the meeting.” Rachel asks me.\n\nI think about it a bit and come up with a solution. One I’m hesitant about.\n\n“Err.. there's one more thing I can do but I don’t know. It’s very personal.” I said to her.\n\n“More personal than having your body against mine for an hour?” Rachel asks.\n\n“Yes. umm.. I could push into your, umm, womb and ass. That might be just enough to make this work but I’d be inside you.” I say hesitantly.\n\n“Oh. umm.. OK. Let’s try it. Let’s see if this will work.” Rachel says after a moment to think about it.\n\n“Err.. I’m not so sure. Remember I’m a slim girl? Well, girl isn’t actually 100% true. All slim people are hermaphrodite, having both male and female organs. So umm.. I could potentially get you pregnant if we do this.” I say dreading what she might say at this news.\n\n“Just do it. Don’t cum though. Just stick it in long enough to see if this will work.” Rachel says with a bit of a huff.\n\nI slowly push myself into her pussy and anus. Letting my body model and flow deeper into her.\n\n“I feel.. So… full.. Like I'm going to shit but can’t while getting my tits and ass massaged by millions of tiny fingers. I.. why are you so warm and stimulating against my skin like that?” Rachel asks as she accepts me into her body.\n\n“Sorry. I can’t control the vibrations I’m putting off. It’s an automatic reflex when our sexual organ is within another body. Shit, I think that will work. Look at the mirror.” I say as I try to ignore how good it feels to be in and around Rachel.\n\n“Oh you're right! Mmm… Let me try on the clothes quickly.” Rachel says as she picks up her pants and shirt. While getting dressed she is letting out moans of pleasure as my body stimulates hers.\n\nI’m doing my best to think of anything other then sex. I will not cum in my friend and make her pregnant. I’m a girl damnit! So what if I have a cock. Doesn’t mean I have to use it.\n\n“Oooooh. Mmm… look at that. I do look pregnant like this. We are so going to mmm… freak him out tomorrow.” Rachel says as she moans while she speaks.\n\n“Why don’t you take the clothes back off and I’ll get off of you?” I say in a quick voice as I try to keep my focus on anything other than our two bodies pleasuring each other.\n\n“Right.” Rachel says as she quickly pulls the clothes off.\n\nI let go of her and pulled myself out of her. Once I’m off of her I flow into my normal woman form that I love.\n\n“Fuck. I’m not sure this is going to work. Being in you like that, for an hour, I don’t think I can do it. I’m sure to cum in you.” I say as I lean back on the floor catching my breath.\n\n“Common. I need you. What if you wore a condom?” Rachel says as she sits down next to me.\n\n“Fine. I’ll do it.” I say. “Can’t believe I’m doing this. I’ll meet you at the bathroom five minutes before noon right?” I ask her.\n\n“Yep. Don’t be late.” Rachel says.\n\n-= The next day, five minutes before noon =-\n\n“Ready?” I ask Rachel.\n\n“Yea. In here. I’m already naked.” Rachel says as she opens a stall door for me.\n\n“Right. You got the condom?” I ask as I strip out of my clothes, stuffing them in Rachel's big ass purse bag.\n\n“No?” Rachel says in confusion.\n\n“I thought you were getting it.” I say as I approach Rachel.\n\n“What? No. I thought you were getting it since it’s your penis.” Rachel says.\n\n“Shit.” I say trying to think of how to get a condom.\n\n“Don’t worry about it. We can’t be late. Get in me and let's do this.” Rachel says as she pulls the pregnancy clothes out of the bag.\n\n“But..” I say before dropping it."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Looking for Corruption Prompts
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"content": "Chosen in a sadistic game of unluck by the lords of the underworld, a usually boring, mundane woman gets two surprise companions, an incubus and succubus duo, that only she can see. Though first defiant against their attendants, she finds herself more and more drawn to their impulsive nature. After months of dominating and rather obsessional hook ups, she overhears the two demons talking about turning her into one of them. By that point, she does not even mind."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [CW] Write a dirty sex story without using any word that has the letter "E".
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"content": "A gift of warm cum pooling within that gaping mouth was a wish brought to fruitition. How could it drop down that throat without any signs of struggling or disgust? Only a sight of longing for an abundant addition to what was sliding into such hungry throat, whilst tounging licks lap upon surrounding, thick shafts. Truly astonishing to watch a blowbang with so many participants. Four cumshots down that hatch, many awaiting a turn with that soul-suckling jism aficianado."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The raunchy game obviously assumed it would be played only by men, but she was having a great time anyway. That is, until one of the cards promised her team an instant win if any guy on it could get a blowjob from a hot chick. Well, she was *very* competitive...
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"content": "Chloe laughed and struggled in Simon’s arms, batting at his hands until he lowered her back to the ground.\r \n“Don’t be stupid! I’m only 65 at most!” she said.\r \nSimon smirked and shrugged. “Worth it for the joke.”\r \nJohn clapped his hands together and stepped into the cabin’s kitchen, he walked to the stove, eyeing the cast iron then thought better of it, he hesitated by the dishwasher but received two shaking heads from his team. He acted like the idea just came to him and walked to the fridge.\r \n“Confident.” said Chloe.\r \n“Nah, he can do it.” said Simon, arms folded beside her.\r \nJohn squatted down and slapped his hands flat against the steel finish on the fridge, with a grunt and veins swelling in his arms he lifted it within its alcove until it bumped into the little cabinet above.\r \n“Fuck sake!” said Chloe, punching Simon’s shoulder and shaking out her hand.\r \nJohn shook his arms, turning down a high five and leaning against the back of the couch, he took the card from his teammate and flicked it onto the table.\r \n“Heaviest kitchen appliance lift!” he said.\r \nAn empty pepsi can was added to their bowl for 3 each, tied.\r \nShe climbed over the back of their couch, slinking down between Simon and Chris. 3 cards were dealt out and she pulled them up.\r \n‘First to break a bone’ that was a no.\r \n‘Can take the hardest punch’ she couldn’t help with that.\r \n‘First to ‘acquire’ a nose hair’ nope.\r \n“I’m out.” she said with a wince.\r \n“Punch?” asked Chris. Simon nodded along, his eyes flicking to John’s smug face and his two teammates. “Punch. Ok, who can take the hardest punch.” said Simon, dropping the card down in the middle between the two bowls.\r \n“I’ll kiss it better.” said Chloe.\r \nSimon and Chris eyed each other for a moment, they shrugged and nodded without saying a word then Chris rose, rolling up his sleeve.\r \nHe stood beside the little coffee table offering his shoulder to John’s teammate Mike. There was no windup or warning, his body suddenly shuddering to the side from the blow, he rolled his shoulder, smirking at Mike. He wound up his punch, throwing a few test jabs then threw one at Mike.\r \nAt the last moment Mike lifted his elbow to intercept the punch.\r \n“Fuck!” said Chris, immediately throwing a second with no warning catching Mike on the temple. It sent him reeling, squatting down with his hands on his knees. A hand fell to the floor but he remained in his crouch, rolling his jaw and blinking. There was a moment of quiet.\r \n“Oh… Is he going to fall?” asked Simon.\r \n“It doesn’t count if he falls right?” said Chloe.\r \nChris, eyeing his knuckles closely, shook his head.\r \nMike stood up, brow swollen to the point it almost overtook his eye, he took a bow, stumbling at the low point before collapsing into the couch with conciliatory pats on his back.\r \n“Fuck, that’s another point your way.” said Chris, throwing the card toward them.\r \n4 them, 3 us.\r \nChloe kissed the red patch on Chris’ arm when he sat down beside her. He frowned and held up his hand, she rolled her eyes and kissed his reddening knuckles as well.\r \n“Oh, hell I’ve got a sore spot,” said Simon.\r \n“Shush.” said Chloe, leaning close to watch John’s team eye their 3 cards, they immediately dumped one all agreeing it was terrible, they glanced from the remaining two to Simon and Chris… the two really were taking a beating for the team.\r \n“Throw the heaviest object the furthest.”\r \nChloe glared at Simon. “No!” she said."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Why did the Mermaid wear seashells? Because she grew out of her B shells! Speaking of which, these one's were beginning to feel tight to...
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"content": "All mermaids, upon coming of age, must depart from their home and search the ocean for the enchanted seashells which will become their lifelong companions...\n\n\"Mom, my enchanted seashells don't fit,\" Aqua yelled from her bedroom.\n\n\"Aqua, honey, you only just got back from your ocean quest, they must fit,\" Mom yelled back.\n\n\"I'm not joking Mom, if I go out in these we're gonna have a problem.\"\n\n\"Well change back to your training shells for now.\"\n\n\"Mom, no, that's embarrassing. And my training shells don't fit either.\"\n\nAbandoning breakfast preparations, Mom swam up the stairs, huffing and muttering about young mermaids of a difficult age.\n\n\"See?\" Aqua pouted, pointing to her chest. The red shells which she'd spent a month searching for were straining to cover up her nipples, let alone provide any meaningful support. She shook her blonde hair out of her eyes and reattached the slide shell to keep it in place while Mom bustled around her, examining the problem.\n\n\"You're right, honey, but I've never seen anything like this. My seashells have fitted me fine since the day I found them,\" she said, looking defeated. \"A mermaid's breasts don't grow after they come of age.\"\n\n\"Well obviously mine have,\" Aqua said, prodding the mass of soft flesh that was sticking out from behind her shells. \n\n\"You'll have to wear a seaweed wrap until we can find some new shells,\" Mom said, finally. \"I'll speak to Dr. Lobster and see if he has seen something like this before.\"\n\nAqua blushed at the thought of old Dr. Lobster and her mom talking about her breasts together. \"Okay,\" she conceded. \"But a seaweed wrap is so babyish. I'm not going to choir practice like that.\"\n\n\"Please yourself,\" Mom said, already preoccupied with going back to breakfast prep.\n\n\"It's a rare illness,\" Dr. Lobster pronounced after a thorough examination the next day. \"Bubbleus Mammareus, or Bubble Breast syndrome. I have only seen this once before but it's unmistakable.\"\n\n\"And how do we treat it?\" Mom asked, wringing her hands anxiously.\n\nDr. Lobster held up a fin. \"It's not about treatment but, rather, avoiding the cause of the syndrome,\" he said. \"It's caused by a rare allergic reaction to certain substances. My guess in your case, Aqua, is that you're experiencing a reaction to your new shells. You must stop wearing them at once and go on a new quest to find new ones of a different species. And, ahem, a slightly bigger pair won't go amiss. Unfortunately once the breast growth has occurred, it's permanent.\"\n\nI blushed but Mom was pleased that we had a diagnosis, insisting the doctor stayed to have something to eat. As soon as they went downstairs I swapped my shells for the seaweed again, my boobs feeling big and heavy.\n\n\"Bubble breast syndrome?\" Prince Merman sniggered as Aqua lay next to him, stroking his thick cock in her hand. \"That old moron isn't wrong but he has no idea what he's talking about.\"\n\n\"What do you mean?\" Aqua asked, feeling his cock pulse powerfully for a moment as the prince flexed his muscular torso. \n\n\"It's not your shells that cause the problem, it's my cum,\" the prince smirked. \"Whenever it gets on a mermaid's tits they react and grow bigger.\"\n\n\"So you mean when you came on them last week...\" Aqua realized. \"Oh my Poseidon!\"\n\nThe prince threw back his head and laughed, then pinned her to the bed as he climbed on top of her. \"Ready to go up another cup size?\" He grinned, rubbing his cock fast and pointing it at her rounded tits.\n\n\"Wait!\" she protested, but jets of cum shot out of his cock before she could stop him and she felt them hitting her unprotected tits.\n\n\"Psst,\" a voice said as Aqua walked past the palace gates, keeping a low profile in her embarrassing seaweed wrap.\n\n\"Who's there?\" Aqua asked, but a slender arm shot out from the niche behind a statue and pulled her in.\n\n\"What's going on?\" Aqua demanded, but she found herself face to face with Scylla, another mermaid she remembered from school.\n\n\"Don't let anyone see us,\" Scylla said urgently.\n\n\"There's no one around,\" Aqua told her, before noticing that Scylla was also wearing seaweed wrapped around her chest instead of her shells. \"Don't tell me...?\"\n\n\"The prince has a king's appetite,\" Scylla said, darkly. \"I'm already up to an E cup. Haven't you noticed all the mermaids going missing?\"\n\n\"Everyone knows about the envoy from the Pacific Kingdom,\" Aqua said. \"But who else?\"\n\n\"Oh, I don't know, me, for example? Miss Coral from the school? Dolphina from the seahorse ranch?\"\n\nIt started fo dawn on Aqua. \"All of us have been seeing the prince?\" She asked, stunned.\n\n\"Exactly. But I have a plan to fight back,\" Scylla whispered. \"On the surface, some human women actually want their breasts to grow bigger and even pay for some kind of witchcraft that their doctors do to make them bigger. If we can sell the prince to the people on the surface, they can milk him for as much as they need...\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: To protest being forced to return to offices the entire department did everything they used to do while working remotely. Some people did chores between tasks, some people kicked their feet up, and some people had (increasingly popular) public office flings.
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"content": "I know it shouldn't have been clique-y, but c'mon, it's an office environment. People can't help but identify their peers by identifying what they are not. Group formation is key to survival s'all I'm saying. So, while we were united in wanting to rebel against our forced office attendance, we were divided in how to protest.\n\nYou had the Comfies, who wanted to be as slovenly at work as when they were at home. Wearing pajamas, bringing in kettles and hot chocolate, wrapping themselves in blankets, and decorating their cubicles in warm colours exclusively: These were the hallmarks of the faction.\n\nThen there were the Savvies. These people were clearly never focused on work in the first place and spent their time openly attending to other parts of their lives. Some people would video chat with their parents or partners. Others would work on their side huddles, sometimes through answering calls or hawking their wares to their coworkers. \n\nBut it's the third group of office-bound protestors you're here to hear about, isn't it? To be fair, the history of this group is quite different from the other two. It started out much tamer then it became, and it also grew exponentially. The first brave souls would have no idea how far their boundary-pushing would go...\n\n**The Rise of Quickie Office Culture**\n\nThe movement began as organically as you might expect. Our records trace the first incident to a couple of accountants. The office layout was such that, though open-concept, they had a more private location. Basically, it was surrounded by walls on three sides. Most of the cubicles at the rear wall and those on either side of it were quite isolated. Tom and Jenna took advantage of this fact.\n\nThe two lovers had a typical office romance. He was more experienced and happy to answer her questions. She was clever and attentive to his words. They had this running joke where they would pass paper to one another throughout the day, although none of their work happened outside of a computer screen.\n\nAt first, it was innocent fun. Then they started adding messages to each other. Their hands touched once, they laughed it off. A game of tag developed. The touches lingered. The eyes met. A film of affection repeated in short interactions day after day. Their two desks sat directly in the middle of the back nook.\n\nThen the day came when the hands didn't leave one another. When the gaze lingered and their heads drew near enough that their lips met. She pushed him into his cubicle as she pressed up against his body. He felt her skin, soft and warm, beneath her favorite blouse. Their breath was hot and they fought to show restraint. A gasp as their tongues and spit separated. Silence. Shy smiles. Knowing they'll be doing *that* again soon.\n\nYou know, the regular ol' human mating ritual. Obviously, time went on and the two incorporated their first risque encounter into their love life. A grope here and there, an \"accidental\" encounter outside the restroom, and some very public lingering stares.\n\nSome believe it was this last point that was central to the following events. Others claim that it was all somewhat visible and only became more of an act as time went on. In either case, Tom and Jenna set in motion the rise of the Quickies. Why wouldn't you have sex and flirt with others on company time? That was the question everyone began to contend with.\n\nIn the main office space, things began to shift. People traded favours for cubicle locations with any hint of privacy. The outer wings. The quartets surrounding the structural columns. Suspiciously unacknowledged were the heavy blinds that were delivered and installed over any glass in the space. And then the rumours began to fly.\n\nDid Becky hookup with Trent by the watercooler? Were those two engineers actually gay, or was one of them more bi than they let on? It wasn't appropriate that the most attractive male should be unwed and keeping things casual. Was there or wasn't there an after hours orgy, and who had actually been?\n\nWhat strikes most historians is the fact no one called attention to what was happening. It wasn't that HR and the upper management didn't know. They were some of the first to take advantage of the increased leniency, as a matter of fact. \n\nInterviewed later, the people in those roles would try and justify their actions by saying they couldn't address the Quickies without also admitting that the solution would be to return to working from home. Skeptics are quick to point out that they were also engaged in the activities, which is a clear conflict of interest. Still, at the time, the lack of resistance meant that Quickie culture rose unhindered, swallowing all in its wake.\n\n**The Ins and Outs of Quickie Culture**\n\nSo, what is Quickie culture? It isn't as touching as its origins would suggest. Well, there is touching, but you get what I mean. Basically, the aim was to be as public and sexual as you could be while also not drawing too much attention. The silent, oppressive office culture had to be maintained at all costs. To illustrate this, let's compare how some common \"moves\" originated and what they became.\n\nAt first, handjobs and fingering were very hard to pull off. The best any couple could do was fondle one another at the edge of their cubicles. But then one pair stayed late to cut a hole through their cubicle wall, covering it with a motivational poster. The next day, they enjoyed each other's body with one hand while typing sweet nothings with the other. \n\nThose private areas, including the back of accounting, became simple businesses over time. They were hotly contested at first and among the first to be modified. Soundproofing material sprung up on both sides of their walls. Repeat users would know to check the drawers for lube, condoms, and eventually, sex toys. But then departments established their own little bases of support. It wasn't long before their love of bureaucracy made its way into the world of Quickies.\n\nClubs were started and discounts were given. A pecking order was being established and it wasn't looking good for those at the bottom. The worst-looking of the bunch could see their prospects shrinking by the day. So they changed up the game.\n\nWhile the cubicles were safe and people could have sex or threesomes or oral or whatever else they wanted, they also weren't very public. So a couple of overweight love birds took a radical step. They had sex during a meeting. A group of 20 were discussing the launch of a new sprocket. The two of them sat at the far end of the table, wordlessly listening. Just out of view, she was sliding herself up and down his shaft. No one said a word when they finished or when they saw the small pool of cum afterward. A new dawn was upon them.\n\n**A Crazy Train with No Brakes**\n\nWhat those two did was open up the door to ask the question, \"if no one says anything, what can we do in front of them?\" Speculators lost in this initial shift. They bet that people would not overcome a certain level of decency and tried to capitalize on it by buying mirrors. They expected to charge people to watch from discreet vantage points that would cover the office. One failed project tried to create a mirror network that you access by personal mirror for a monthly fee.\n\nBut if you tell people to be horny and put 'em in a confined space, they're just going to keep at it. Soon, sex became part of the office dynamic. Managers were considered inept if they didn't have someone pleasuring them under the desk during salary negotiations. Promotions often directly correlated with perceived sexual skill. Friendly office competitions arose over who wore the best lingerie, who had the best genitals, and other topics.\n\nSome speculate that it would've transferred to other businesses if it had been allowed to continue. There had already been some slip-ups during client meetings. A man slipping his hand into his assistant's blouse. A girl walking in on all-fours.\n\nUnfortunately, the company failed before it could spread any further. It shouldn't come as much of a surprise, considering they were all too busy having sex to do their actual work. But such is the folly of man."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: In each generation, one offspring is chosen to become an incubus. Being the only girl among eight brothers, you were quite surprised when you were selected.
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"content": "“I’m sorry, what just happened?” Jenny asked.\n\nShe could feel the stares of all the others in the room. Her father, the incubus of his generation, at the head of the ritual circle. Her seven brothers, both older and younger, arrayed in their positions around the circle. Her mothers and sisters, sitting next to her outside the circle in the witness section. And finally the shaman in the middle, the one who had been focusing the ritual to choose the next generation of the family’s incubus contract with Grazzt. The last was the only one who was smiling.\n\n“You have been chosen,” the shaman replied.\n\nThere was a moment of calm, as everyone processed this information. Then her siblings began all talking at once; her brothers protesting this break from tradition and loss of potential position, her sisters complaining that they didn’t get a chance to put themselves forward (despite Jenny not having done anything except sit silently like they had). This went on for what felt like several minutes, before they were all silenced by a careless whisper from their father, the incubus and patriarch of this family.\n\n“Jenny, please stay. Everyone else, please go back to the house.” His voice was soft and smooth as velvet, yet within it was a core of steel. Several of her brothers looked like they wanted to argue further, but a warning look from their father stifled anything before they spoke. The family eventually filed out of the ritual space, some of the brothers throwing her dirty looks as they did, until there was only her father, the shaman Dexter and herself.\n\n“Well, this is certainly a twist!” Dexter said jovially. He was an old man, frail looking but possessed of an inner fire that shone out through his eyes. Jenny remembered that he was her father’s uncle, the brother of her incubus grandfather, and honoured with the position of being the one responsible for guiding the ritual to choose the next generation of incubus of the family, part of their ages-old pact with the demon lord Grazzt.\n\n“What it is is a break with tradition,” her father said smoothly. “A break with tradition in an infernal contract is a dangerous thing.”\n\n“How very perceptive of you Jonus. I’ll consult the text to see what this might mean.” With that, he left the two of them by the fire.\n\n“Dad, what’s going on?” Jenny asked. “What the hells is going on!? I didn't want this, I didn’t even know this was a possibility or else I’d have stayed at the house!”\n\n“This is unknown to me as well Jenny,” Jonus said calmly. Jenny felt herself calming as he maintained his calm, knowing he wasn’t using any of his powers to affect her, just being a solid dad.\n\n“Is it weird, being part demon?” Jenny asked.\n\n“It is weird, looking in the mirror?” her father asked in reply with a chuckle. “We’re all part demon,” he elaborated at her unimpressed look, “only one of us is chosen in a generation to manifest more power. Ever notice how none of us ever get particularly sick, are comfortably warm no matter how we’re dressed, and never get skin blemishes? These and more are all gifts our family has been given.”\n\n“Was it weird, creating the harem?” Jenny asked.\n\n“There was initially some scepticism, but we made it work. Especially once we all figured out that having more parents around to help raise the kids made it all easier and happier for everyone.”\n\n“You know your mothers and I are totally supportive of you, whatever happens,” Jonus said after a few quiet minutes, just him and his daughter.\n\n“Going to university is a bit scary, but I’ll rise to meet the challenge,” Jenny replied. “Plus, lots of cute girls who haven’t been in one of the family beds.”\n\n“Ah, I think I may have figured it out,” Jonus said, smiling as thoughts went through his head just before Dexter the shaman returned.\n\n“Well, looking over the original contract, there is nothing in it that says the chosen has to be a male,” Dexter said. “Just that in the recorded history, it’s only been a male.”\n\n“So, what happens now, do I have a choice?”\n\n“Of course you have a choice Jenny,” her father said. “You have been chosen by Grazzt, but you can choose whether or not to accept this gift.”\n\n“Should you accept, you’ll come into your power as an incubus,” Dexter added. “Should you deny it, the ritual will choose another.”\n\n“Wait, won’t I be a succubus?” Jenny asked.\n\n“Not according to the contract,” Dexter said, rereading the section again. Jenny looked to her father again, who smiled at her kindly. She could think of nothing but warm memories of him being there for her, and for all his children, and suddenly wanted nothing so much as to be there like that for her own children, no matter how weird the situation.\n\n“You know what, fuck it, I accept,” Jenny replied firmly. With that, she felt a surge of power run through her body; and deep, otherworldly laughter rang in her ears. She felt like she was being lifted off the ground, like that time she went indoor skydiving, and her mind was overcome by a slew of new sensations. When she felt her mind coming back to somewhat normal, she was a little surprised to be looking down at the two of her relatives.\n\nShe felt the breeze shifting around her, new sensations of it moving over the virgin skin of her wings. *Wait, wings!?* She looked over her shoulder to see she was now the owner of a set of large, sinuous wings, beating gently to keep her aloft. She looked at the rest of her body, noting the new claws on her fingers and toes, her lithe and prehensile tail, and felt a cute new pair of horns on her temples. She tried to get herself back to the ground, and with a few fits and starts she managed to land in a heap without hurting herself.\n\nDexter smiled to them and bowed, taking his leave and letting the manifested incubus to each other.\n\n“You look magnificent darling,” Jonus said admiringly, “but there’s one thing we should check.” Jenny’s face turned several shades darker.\n\n“I mean, do we have to, right now?” she asked sheepishly.\n\n“Jenny, I’ve seen you naked more than anyone except your mothers, and I’ve seen more naked people than most porn stars. Besides, to be an incubus is to have a certain way with other humans.” Jenny thought about it a little, but she eventually hung her head in defeat that he had a point, and the experience to help her, possibly the only one who could. She carefully slid off her pants and underwear, showing her naked crotch.\n\nMere minutes ago, all that was there was her pussy with a trimmed landing strip above it. Now, her pubic hair was entirely absent, not shaved but more like there was no hair there to detract from the smoothness of the skin. The skin looked and felt amazing under her fingers, but it was what she could feel but not see that was her concern now. With a thought and push of mental effort, she brought forth her newest addition, and her empty hand was filled with a cock, no *HER* cock, protruding above her pussy. Unlike what she might have feared, her cock was not a replacement for her clitoris, but was above it. And thankfully for her personal preference, there was no balls to accompany it. The cock itself was fairly normal by the standards of cock, shaped like a human’s and about seven inches long. It was a new and interesting sensation to wrap her hand around her cock like this, and her father looked at her approvingly.\n\n“It all looks to be in order darling, I’m sure you’ll make a wonderful incubus,” Jonus said proudly.\n\n“Yeah, about that,” Jenny said. “Won’t other girls be a little wary about the whole cock and demon bits?”\n\n“Jenny darling, you’re an incubus, able to sense the desires of those who interest you. By the time they’re in your bed, they shouldn’t be able to care that you have a cock and... accessories,” Jonus said with a laugh."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You thought you were lucky, being a warlock with a succubus for a patron. But everytime you commune with your patron you find yourself changing, with a growing hunger to copulate with your companions
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"content": "“Hey Rheba, I have a question for you,” Melvin said as he slammed the door behind him. The horned succubus was gazing at herself in front of a mirror. “Have you been using my body?”\n\nRheba smiled wickedly as she stared at him through the mirror’s reflection. “You forget your place, human. When you came, you wouldn’t dare to speak to me that way,” she said, pinching her nipple through her fabric. “It looks cute on you.”\n\nNeither party expected to find themselves in this relationship. Melvin had been a warlock in training when he stumbled across a page. It showed a picture of a horned woman posing in an exotic pose, almost inviting him to stare. A responsible warlock would have ignored the picture or burned it on the spot. No good ever came from mixing magic and sex. Melvin had other plans as he took the picture to his room.\n\nThe warlock blushed and looked away as Rheba continued to feel herself. Ever since that encounter, the succubus had followed him ever since. “Don’t try to change the subject, you she-beast!” Melvin jeered.\n\nRheba rolled her eyes as she finally stood and faced Melvin. She was a head taller than the warlock. Melvin tried to say something, but his lips trembled. Rheba grabbed his chin to meet his gaze. There was amusement in her eyes. “She-beast? Daring today, aren’t we?”\n\nMelvin gulped as he backed away toward the wall. His confidence and years of training evaporated as Rheba followed and lifted him. She sandwiched him between the wall and her breasts, smiling at her prey. With his face red, Melvin mustered all of the courage in his eyes to look at his succubus. “I- I control you. Your essence powers my magic. My friends have been acting weird around me, and I have these… feelings. I also keep finding girl clothes in my closet and makeup in my drawer. I know you have something to do with this. I command you to admit your wrongdoing and stop whatever you are doing to my friends.”\n\n“Aww,” Rheba said as she pinched Melvin’s cheek. “You think you control me just because you jerked off to my image. It would be funny if it wasn’t so pathetic.” She grabbed Melvin and carried him to his bed. “You have to see the positives in our relationship. You get to see this hot body and use my energy, and in return, I live inside you and get to fuck your friends.”\n\n“How?” Melvin asked. “I’m the only one that can see you. And what do you mean live inside me?” There was a knock at his door. “In a second,” Melvin said, but it was through Rheba’s voice. His eyes widened as he clasped his mouth. Before he could have the chance to freak out, he lurched forward as his body churned.\n\nRheba came back into view as she stroked his head. “It’s a shame that you won’t get to be awake for the sex. If it means anything, the sex I have with your team is what empowers me. You may leech of my essence, but I have your body and mind.” She drew away from the changing warlock and disappeared as flames consumed her body.\n\nMeanwhile, Melvin groaned as his hand made its way inside his pants. His moving hands confirmed his manhood was replaced as his fingers dug inside him, hastening his transformation. His hair lengthened, and his chest ballooned. She was now a human image of Rheba. She wasn’t as tall or well endowed as her succubus counterpart, but she was pleased with this form.\n\nTaking off Melvin’s clothes, Rheba walked to her closet and wore a robe. She opened the door to see the team leader, Hector. “Hi,” Rheba said as she leaned against the frame. “Can I help you?”\n\n“I thought I heard Melvin,” Hector said as he looked inside the room.\n\n“He had to go,” Rheba said. “Off doing wizard things.”\n\nHector nodded. “I see. If you don’t mind me asking, did the two of you have sex before he left?”\n\n“You mean fucking? You don’t have to be so modest with me.” Rheba gave a knowing smile as she felt him. “Magic users swore an oath to celibacy, but that doesn’t mean he can’t watch me fingering myself.”\n\nRheba led Hector inside the room. “Melvin has no idea what he’s missing,” he said.\n\n“You have no idea.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] I had been hired to fuck her in high profile public spaces. She was only *really* turned on if half the state was watching. Of course it helped that the governor was her hot mother, and she got off on the scandal too. She always came shortly after picking us up from the police station.
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"content": "It had been hot, Jenna's firm ripe tits pressed against the glass, her cheek pushed against the transparent window as I nailed her in her ass. She always let me get away with whatever I wanted when she was THAT turned on. I had been screwing her dripping cunt only moments before pulling out and sliding up her tight asshole, curvy cheeks bouncing as my thick shaft slammed in and out of her clinging hole. Exhibitionism was Jenna McKellock's kink, not mine but I did love my job regardless.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nThe brilliant young woman was the kind of rich and spoiled that led to impulsive and reckless behavior. So despite having a 4.0 at the Ivy League school, her mother Governer Lacey McKellock had ensured her daughter would attend, the young college girl sought out thrills that most women couldn't indulge in. That included hiring me to fuck her in as public of places as possible. It had started small of course, the back of a movie theater, a grocery store, in front of open windows, the usual stuff I guess. Look who was I to judge? I had been doing porn on the internet before this job. Jenna paid more than any of the jobs I'd had up until now. I kept expecting it to dry up, and for Jenna to get bored, but she kept going bigger, riskier, and with a larger audience.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nThat's how she'd ended up pressed face-first to the glass in a private box at the Superbowl. The game was being filmed live, and the stadium was packed with spectators. Anyone could just look up and see us going at it, my cock pumping in and out of the blonde's tight wet snatch, her firm pink nipples pressed like diamonds to the cool glass. I had her wrists pinned behind her back, holding them with one large hand as I banged her sweet tight hole and she got off on the knowledge that any moment someone would see. then they would point it out to a friend, and that friend to a neighbor, and soon cameras and fans would be seeing us going at it like two animals in heat. It made her drip in a way I had never seen and she kept screaming for me to fuck her harder, faster, to use her like a slut.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"Use you like a slut?\" I had grunted between thrusts. \"Then I'm going to fucking use all your holes.\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"Oh fuck,\" Jenna's heart shaped face had become twisted as she gritted her teeth at the sudden pressure at her rear passage. As the head of my cock forced its way into her virgin asshole I had let go of her arms to guide her down on my cock by taking her hips. \"God it feels even bigger in my ass!\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nI pushed in until I bottomed out in her ass, her round bubble butt having tempted me since the first time I had seen it, but until now Jenna had denied me entry. Instead of complaining though her hand slid between her legs and she began to rub her clit furiously as I pushed her back to the glass with each thrust into her rectum. Her cunt had lubricated my passage and I was going to enjoy the rare opportunity. She came a moment later and I had to hold her up as she spasmed and her knees went weak. Even as I resumed my pace she didn't stop rubbing her cunt, the climax making her overly sensitive to the point she spasmed from her own touch. I saw why she hadn't stopped a moment later. One of the cameras had focused on us and we were live on the jumbo screen. The image cut off but the damage was done, Jenna was lost in lust.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"Fuck me!\" Jenna screamed even as the pounding came on our private box's door. \"Don't you dare pull out, cum in my ass while they can all see!\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nI obliged, I wasn't about to pass up my chance, besides I knew the payout would more than make up for whatever might happen to me. The pounding grew more intense even as I felt the pressure building in my balls. As she reached back and cupped my swinging testicles and fondled them I couldn't take it anymore. I barely registered the jingling of keys as my cock exploded deep in her ass and filled her with the biggest load of my life. She climaxed too as the security team burst into the room and pulled us apart, she climaxed completely naked as two bewildered male security guards tried to cover her up, all while trying to hide their erections.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nWe'd been dragged from the stadium and taken in for questioning. Of course, when someone found out who the slutty blonde getting her brains fucked out was related to things had gotten tenser. Jenna's one phone call had left the cops' faces paler than I'd ever seen and I had to chuckle. The blonde college girl could scare the crap out of grown men with her connections even as my load dribbled from her ass.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nThen her mother had shown up and started to sweep the whole mess under the rug. We'd never be officially booked, charged, or named but Jenna knew videos of her fucking in front of the biggest crowd of her life would be online for years. She grinned proudly at the cops as we left. Lacey had ushered us into the back of a limo and pressed a button to raise the privacy partition before she said a single word to us."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: As an elf, she saw nothing strange or contradictory about being both the leader of a mercenary company and a high priced escort. Sometimes though, the men underneath her needed some convincing, one way or another...
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"content": "Edward had never gotten an escort before. He had never been interested in such things. He had always been more interested in the life of an adventurer. But he was in town, and he figured there was a first time for everything.\n\nHe waited for the woman from the escort service, eager to enjoy the company of a fine lady. He was, thankfully, not waiting long. He knew her by the dress she wore. It was form fitting and low cut, showing off a figure unlike any other.\n\nShe sported long legs, hidden by the sheer fabric of her dress, with wide hips and a tiny waist. Her breasts were massive, and seemed to defy gravity. This was obvious that's to the cut of her dress, which showed a daring amount of cleavage. \n\nIt was hard to tear his eyes off her body, but when he did he almost fainted. She was an almost supernatural beauty. Slender, elegant features with shimmering, golden hair, full deep red lips and a regal bearing. She was the kind of woman poems were written about. It actually took him a moment to notice she sported the long, pointed ears of an elf.\n\n\"Hello, ma'am.\" He said, calling out to her. She smiled brighter than the sun.\n\n\"Greetings. Are you Edward, by any chance?\"\n\n\"I am.\" He said, with a deep bow. \"And you are?\"\n\n\"Aldea.\" She said with a slight nod of her head. \"A pleasure to meet you.\"\n\n\"Oh, the pleasure is all mine.\"\n\nHer smile only grew warmer. \"I do hope you have a wonderful evening planned for me. I know I have one for you.\"\n\n\"I do, but I'm not sure it's worthy of you.\"\n\n\"I'll be the judge of that. Come, let's be off.\"\n\nShe held out her hand, and he took it eagerly. The two headed off, Edward leading her through the city to the highest class restaurant he could get into. It was not much, probably nothing close to what Aldea was used to, but it was nice enough.\n\nAs they walked, he constantly glanced at her. And as he did, he noticed something. Her soft skin was marred by a tattoo on her shoulder blade. It was a rose made out of metal, with thorny vines around it. The symbol looked familiar, but her scent made it hard to think about why.\n\nThe meal went well enough. She was, of course, perfect. She responded well to the conversation, and seemed to find him interesting. She was unusually interested in his tales of his adventuring career. The dungeons he had been in and the monsters he had slain. She also showed herself to have an unusually in depth knowledge of how to fight various monsters, although she failed to elaborate why.\n\nAfter they had both eaten, it was Aldea's turn to lead him somewhere. She brought him to a hotel. A hotel with no windows and some very distinct branding.\n\n\"Are...are you sure about this?\" He asked. \n\n\"Of course. It's part of my job, you know.\"\n\n\"But you're so beautiful and I'm...well...\"\n\nShe chuckled. \"Edward, you're talking to an elf. We pay attention to more than just physically appearance. Although I personally think you're more attractive than you probably think. Now come on. You've paid for this, and I aim to give you your money's worth.\n\nShe was apparently a regular at the hotel, as the attendant waved her on without question. He was brought to a room that was the very picture of comfort. A huge, soft bed, a plush carpet, large chairs and wide dressers. Everything was large and comfortable.\n\n\"I've never been to a place like this.\" He admitted.\n\n\"I'm sure. But don't worry, you won't be paying attention to the room for long.\"\n\nShe moved to the center of the room and faced away from him. Then she slowly moved to remove her dress. Edward gulped. She slipped a strap down over her shoulder, exposing more of her back. And the full design of her tattoo. He froze.\n\n\"You...that tattoo...\" He said. \"You're a member of the Iron Roses.\"\n\nShe looked over her shoulder. \"You know of us? What am I saying, you're an adventurer, of course you have. Yes, I am.\"\n\nHe looked closer at the mercenary group's mark. It was quite elaborate. Much more than the other members he had seen.\n\n\"And I'd say a high ranking one, if I'm not misjudging things.\" He said.\n\n\"I'm impressed. You must have traveled with some members to know that much.\"\n\n\"A few times, yes.\"\n\n\"You'll have to tell me about it some time. I'm always eager to know why my men are up to.\"\n\n\"Your men? Then does that mean...\"\n\n\"Oh yes. I am the Iron Rose herself.\" She said proudly.\n\nWhen people spoke of the leader of that particular group, it was always in hushed tones and rumors. Nobody knew what they looked like, only that they were one of the most powerful warriors in the world. And certainly not a slender, gorgeous elven woman.\n\n\"I... I'm not sure I can believe that.\" He said. \"I mean, your tattoo marks you as a member, but the leader? Surely you must be an administrator, or maybe a division head.\"\n\n\"Oh? You don't believe me?\" She asked. The smile on her face told him she was not offended. More playful.\n\n\"Not particularly. At least, not fully.\"\n\n\"Well then, let me show you some things.\"\n\nShe turned to face him, dress halfway removed. Her massive breasts dangled before him. She was obviously not ashamed of her state of dress."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: It was part of the traditional orcish winter solstice festival to capture and ravish an elf. These days though, the elves were in on the fun...
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"content": "“Are you doing the run?”\r \nEla’s eyes snapped up from her schedule to see a small gathering, there was construction equipment and about 40 elven women standing in a group, stretching their calves and limbering up on the grass. A group of mostly orcs were doing the same thing.\r \n“What’s the run?” she said, turning to face the Minotaur with a clipboard, he had a name badge that said ‘Leon’.\r \n“It’s for the eclipse, Sun and Moon goddess’, it’s all part of getting the campus a new gym,” said Leon.\r \nEla looked at the little map to her dorm, she hadn’t even moved in yet but she had no classes and isn’t this what the whole college experience was about?\r \n“Sure?”\r \n“I’m assuming you’re sun goddess.” he said with a smirk.\r \nShe nodded and headed for the other elven women, dumping her bag down with the little pile that had formed and started limbering up. A small cat girl was in the mix, one of the very few non elves, she noticed her approach and beamed up at Ela, she was wearing a big yellow card on her top that said ‘Leon’.\r \n“First time?” she asked.\r \nEla nodded.\r \n“So you don’t know the map, I’m Chloe… just follow me be quick.” said the little Catgirl.\r \n“Do I need one of those?” asked Ela, pointing to the tag.\r \n“Not unless you’re already claimed.”\r \nEla didn’t think she had been claimed so she shook her head.\r \nPeople started to draw to a stop around campus to look up at the sun, a few with the special glasses on. The other elves and Ela walked, lining up at what looked like a starting line but she couldn’t exactly see a track or anything. Ela stood beside Chloe, looking out over the classes and dormitories, a smallish gym to her side. Students glanced toward their group and quickly pulled off the path, jogging away to open areas of grass.\r \nEla glanced up, only quickly to not damage her eyes, the moon was just touching the edge of the sun. She felt a warm tingle across her skin while staring at her god, her eyes glowing gold.\r \n“GO!” bellowed a roar behind her.\r \nEla looked to see the other runners already ahead of her and kicked into a sprint, running down the catgirl and quickly closing the distance. All the other runners seemed to scatter, charging in different directions. She followed those little fluffy ears over the paths and grass, leaping past groups that settled down to watch the eclipse. She shook away the idle thoughts and fell into her old running state of mind. Left-right-left inhale, right-left-right exhale. The catgirls lead vanished in moments but they ducked into student accommodation and the smaller girls lithe frame was better suited to the tight twists and turns.\r \nEla sucked down a few extra breaths and shouted out. “Why are we running?”\r \nChloe darted past students that collapsed to the ground to get out of the way.\r \n“HIM!” shouted Chloe.\r \nEla glanced behind to see Leon the Minotaur barging down the hallway behind them, he was shirtless, his shoulder crashing into the wall and barreling toward them at full speed, she could see green muscle close behind him. Ela’s eyes went wide, they weren't running to something, they were running from!\r \n“We can’t let them catch us!” cried Chloe, panic in her voice.\r \nEla struggled to keep up with the darting twists and turns, flying through doors that Chloe had flung open. She could hear crashing and shouting behind her, glancing again to see the minotaur had fared worse inside, falling back into the sea of orcs that leapt over other students and charged through closed doors, almost ripping them off their hinges. What the hell had she signed up for?\r \nThey hit another straight, Ela forcing her legs faster on the grass and quickly regaining all her lost ground on Chloe. She saw another group of elves pass them up ahead from right to left, their pursuers positioned perfectly to intercept Chloe and Ela by accident. They quickly twisted to the left, joining the other elves but lagging behind.\r \nShe spied other groups of runners, all headed for the same building. They were converging on the gym. Ela burst through the doors that were held open and joined the group that slammed them shut. Bracing her body against the wood. The locks were snapped in place above and below.\r \n“No!” shouted Chloe, grabbing Ela and pulling her away from the door.\r \nEla stumbled back in time to see the whole thing shudder inward, horns bursting through the wood.\r \n“Holy shit!” cried Ela, backing up with the other elves, her heels sliding over the polished floor. She quickly stumbled to her feet and joined the main group. The gym was empty, all the equipment and seats were gone, there was nowhere to hide.\r \nThe windows in the roof began to darken, the sky turning to night as the moon enveloped the sun, a deep red glow the only light amongst the panting panicked sprinters.\r \nThe orcs were roaring outside and she could hear crashes all around, the entire gym shuddering as doors began to cave in. Dust fell from above and she could feel the ground rumbling beneath her feet.\r \n“Hey!” she heard Chloe call and turned to catch a practice sword.\r \n“Why the fuck do we have swords?” she asked, when the windows above shattered and she fell into formation. The elves became an outward pointing circle of swords. Orcs fell the long distance before crashing heavily into the floor below, boards shattering and splintering up at their impacts. She could barely see in the dark, elves who worshipped the sun gave up their night vision but she could tell by the glowing blue reflected in the orcs eyes that they could see her as clear as day.\r \nThey started to close in on the group as more tumbled into the space heavily. They reached for Ela and she stabbed at them with the sword, feeling satisfying thunks when she managed a hit. The whole group worked as one, meeting raw rage with a phalanx of parries and thrusts. The doors collapsed and soon their ring of defence was encircled by another of sweating green rage. The minotaur, a foot taller than the group, came around to stare down Chloe beside Ela.\r \n“Don’t let him get me!” cried Chloe.\r \nEla thrust out toward the minotaur who batted aside her sword, she twisted and struck again but he saw it coming, his hands easily deflecting 3 swords all at once with practiced movements. He pushed forward and Ela had to focus on the other orcs that followed him into their circle. Hand’s grabbed at her, her sword was caught and pulled from her hands. The distance between the two rings vanished and soon she was punching an orc in the jaw while another snatched and tore her shirt. Her hand was grabbed and she was pulled toward the green sea. She couldn’t see individuals, just endless hands that groped and pulled at her. Her skirt snapped and her underwear was quickly lost into the sea. She stopped attacking those around and desperately tried to cover herself as she was lifted and carried above the ground. Punches were thrown but never at her. The orcs turned on each other, the heavy sound of slapping fists and gasps. The sea began to break away from her until her feet touched the floor again, she was held by a man as tall as her but twice as wide, he flicked her a toothy grin.\r \n“Don’t worry, I’ll protect you from these savages!” he bellowed, his fist coming down into another orc that got too close to her. He wasn’t rough, his hand against the small of her back guided her away from the frenzy and rage. He met another's charge, catching the orc and quickly twisting him down and sending him away with a punch to his temple. Ela snapped back to his side, her cheeks flushed as she pressed her breasts against him, he seemed to be one of the only normal ones that wasn’t consumed by this strange rage that inflicted the others.\r \n“I claim her for the moon!” he roared."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Tentacle creatures live out in the wild, and are known to pursue Humans for mating. While most tend to seek Female prey, it's not uncommon for Males to be the subject of their attention
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"content": "TW: Non-consensual.\n\nThe Beast’s hunger did not care for human understanding of gender.\n\nIt *ached* for a warm, soft nest for its young, and one such nest had foolishly wandered into its territory. The Beast could smell him, young and ripe and fertile.\n\nThe man cried out as the Beast seized him around the ankles, dropping him to his knees on the forest floor. The Beast caught sight of the young man’s terrified face, his eyes wide with horrible recognition of what had caught him. He began to fight the Beast’s many-limbed grasp, but his weak limbs were soon pinned against his torso and he folded forward. \n\n“No - please, don’t!” \n\nThe Beast could not be reasoned with, driven by its lust to breed. Tearing through his garments as if they were made of dried leaves, the Beast sought his opening. A blunt, slick tip of a tentacle teased against the rosebud, holding down the man’s desperately bucking body.\n\n“Oh gods - please!”\n\nNot without some kindness, the Beast wrapped a limb around the man’s cock, stroking him with a suckered and tight grasp. Pleas turned into wordless moans as the Beast thrust into the man’s innards, each inward motion exploring deeper and deeper. The Beast shivered at the tightness and heat of its mate, perfect for its reproductive purpose. As the man whimpered, the Beast felt him spill his seed, the thick reward spilling over the Beast’s tentacle.\n\nThe hunger rose and crested inside the Beast, and with a shudder, it felt the eggs begin to travel from their precious sac. The human fist-sized spheres passed through its limb, pushed with each rhythmic rocking. As the first squeezed past its mate opening, he writhed underneath the Beast, pleading once again to his gods. \n\nAnother one of the Beast’s limbs slipped past the man’s open lips and tongue to stifle his cries. Only once the final egg of its clutch was safely nestled inside the man’s abdomen did the Beast begin to withdraw from inside, clutching its mate's quivering and blubbering body tightly to the soft hollow of its gelatinous chest. \n\nThe man made a beautiful broodmother."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You wake up one day to find you have the ability to clone yourself. You immediately think about how this is perfect for your desire to be in a polyamorous relationship.
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"content": "When Sabrina woke up, she didn't feel any different. Tired, unmotivated, the usual. She left her bedroom, stood there for a moment, thinking what to do first. \"Cigarette or Energy drink?\" She asked herself. Then she shrugged her shoulders and turned to the left, suddenly feeling some kind of traction in her back. The next moment, there were steps behind her, and she turned around immediately.\n\n\"What the fuck?\" She shouted, seeing what looks like her own back. The other one flinched and turned around, revealing her face to be perfectly identical to Sabrina's. The other one’s mouth was open, she looked at Sabrina helplessly. Her mind, suddenly awake, started to run. \"You were about to get an Energy drink, weren't you?\" She asked her double.\n\nThe other nodded, then her eyes grew bigger. \"And you were going to grab a cigarette?\"\n\n\"True. So, what did just happen?\"\n\n\"I was indecisive at first. Then I decided to prefer caffeine to nicotine.\"\n\n\"And I decided to prefer nicotine to caffeine\", Sabrina responded. \"Now comes the real question: Did you feel something?\"\n\nThe other hesitated before shaking her head.\n\n\"I clearly felt something pulling, that's why I noticed you in the first place. Does that mean I'm the original, and you're my copy?\"\n\n\"Can you do it again?\"\n\n\"Good question.\" She turned aside and thought for a moment. \"I still want to get a cigarette, but by now I could visit the toilet, too. I guess I'll…\" She turned around, feeling the traction in her back again.\n\nThe next moment, she heard her own voice behind herself: \"This time I didn't feel anything. What are you pointing at? Oh!\"\n\nAlready knowing what to expect, Sabrina turned around to see two copies of herself. \"You know what, girls? We had too less nicotine and caffeine to figure this out, and my bladder is annoying. Next experiment: Each of us does her task, and we'll check if it affects only her or all of us.\"\n\n\"Agreed\", both of her copies answered and turned towards their respective destinations.\n\n---\n\n\"Okay, as far as we know 'til now, the main difference was the choice at the moment you separated from me. From that point ongoing, each of you is an individual being.\"\n\nHer duplicated nodded.\n\n\"So, what are we going to do now? Just search for two more jobs to pay for the stuff we're consuming now? I could handle a second person, but a third one?\"\n\n\"Maybe we should try to figure out how you can control this.\"\n\n\"And risking that we have to feed four or more from my salary? Pass.\"\n\n\"*Our* salary. We can go to work, too, giving you more spare time.\"\n\n\"The first few days, sure. But the longer we're trying to do this, the more things will happen while only one of us is present, and eventually, somebody will notice our knowledge gaps.\"\n\n\"True. Wait… How do we call each other?\"\n\n\"I'm the original, that's for sure. You were the one who brought us energy drinks. Monster?\"\n\n\"Nope, I'm against that.\"\n\n\"Why? It didn't even address you!\"\n\n\"If you're naming her after her first task, we'll discuss naming me pisser next. Forget it!\"\n\n\"Valid point. Okay, not Monster. My name's Sabrina. The first time I split, I found you behind my back, at my rear end, so to speak. And the end of my name happens to be a name on its own, Ina.\"\n\n\"That's something I could accept\", Ina answered.\n\n\"And for you… The moment you split from me, you were between us. In our middle.\"\n\n\"Are you going for Bri now?\"\n\nSabrina laughed. \"Well, yes. Like Bri Larsson, for example.\"\n\n\"Well, we're not exactly Irish, but even a bad choice is better than no choice at all. Back to my suggestion for training. I know, risking creating more of us is a bad thing. But is our existence just it? *Or* can we merge back into you?\"\n\n\"Are you offering yourself for experiments how to remove you from existence?\"\n\n\"Bad choice of words, I'm tempted to refuse now. But yes, that's basically it.\"\n\nSabrina stood up from her chair, and so did Bri. \"How are we trying to do it?\"\n\n\"With a hug, maybe? I don't know, I didn't do it before, either.\"\n\nAnd so, they hugged, but nothing happened.\n\n\"You didn't just split before. You needed a reason for it, am I right? Perhaps it's similar here, the two of you must *want* to become one.\"\n\nSuddenly, Bri's body started to flicker, and the next moment she just disappeared.\n\n\"Wow\", Sabrina said. \"*Now* I'm awake!\"\n\n\"What do you mean?\"\n\n\"We both had an energy drink. Feels like her caffeine was added to my own!\"\n\n\"So I won't merge back into you until noon.\"\n\n\"Or later. Later? DAMN, I'm late for work!\" Sabrina jumped up again, almost running out of the room.\n\n\"Stop! I'll go, I'm not nearly as jacked up as you are right now. Try to learn more about this while I'm gone, okay?\"\n\n\"What? For real?\"\n\n\"We can't merge, you can't focus, and I can't do anything while waiting here. Not that I like the idea, but it's the best choice we have right now. I'll grab some cash and buy new energy drinks on my way back.\"\n\n\"Thanks. See you later!\"\n\nAnd so, Ina got dressed and left the apartment a few minutes later."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She had given each of her even vaguely sexually compatible friends a book of sex coupons for Christmas. Secretly, she loved gauging which people weren't sure they were even serious and which of them immediately started cashing them in...
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"content": "Deliah Cortez had been rather please with her Christmas present. In fact she had been smug after having made the rounds and hand delivering the coupons to her various friends. Tomorrow would be her 25th birthday and this had been her present to herself. She was, however, also giddy, unsure if anyone would actually pick her up on them. This was the first Christmas she had done something like this, in fact it was the first time she had ever done something like this.\n\nAfter making her rounds she came back to her warm and cozy apartment. It was the 26th of December and as she pulled of her hat, she saw a few droplets of snow fall to the floor, remaining there for only an instant before dissolving into tiny, invisible droplets of water. Looking back up into the mirror she saw her own face stare back at her. Large and warm brown eyes, framed with round glasses, frackles spread across light brown skin, with black curly hair looking like something straight out of commercial for shampoo, flowing freely over her shoulders.\n\nShe was happy with herself, happy with her large chest, slim waist and wide hips. Happy with her lush lips she liked to paint a deep red or black. Happy with her choice of form fitting yet comfortable clothes like the white turtle neck and black jeans she was wearing right now.\n\nAfter leaving her jacket, shoes and hat in the hallway, she had thrown some more fire in the stove, the thing she licked most about her apartment and was in the process of making herself a coffee when the doorbell rang. Slightly confused, as she was not expecting any visitors today, she made her way over to it.\n\nHer confusion only grew when she saw Abigail, usually just called Aby, the 19 year old sister of a good friend of hers. A bit surprised she automatically put on a friendly smile. “Oh, Aby, what can I do for you?” Despite being a bit younger, Aby was taller than Deliah which was apparent when she stepped in. Her pale skin and bright blue eyes always reminded Deliah of a porcelain mask when the girl was sunk into thought and not showing any reaction. Right now however she was smiling.\n\n“Oh,” she looked past Daliah, unable to see, but certainly able to smell the fresh coffee. “A drink would be nice!” Then she pulled out a small package wrapped in gift paper, “Mark asked me to swing by and give you your present for tomorrow.” Dahlia’s confusion cleared up when she heard her friends name. Mark would do something like sending his younger sister out into the cold just to deliver a present. Daliah rolled her eyes, “your brother should have learned to do this stuff himself by now.” Aby laughed as Dahlia invited her in and went to make her a cup of coffee as well.\n\nWhen she came into the living room Aby had already placed the package on the table and gotten rid of her jacket. “Aby you really should dress differently in this weather,” Dahlia scolded her while placing the coffee in the girls hands. “This?” She looked down. The crop-top she was wearing was simple, white showing not a lot of cleavage, which wasn’t surprising as Aby’s perky, yet small chest did not lend itself to it, but it did show of a flat stomach, abs faintly visible underneath the skin. Daliah remembered that Aby was on the track team for the local college as she sat down opposite to her. The girl did have a rather modern sense of style though, the wide tech-pants she was wearing looked futuristic without being tacky.\n\n“Maybe I should,” Aby laughed. “And maybe Mark should really learn to run his own errands. However,” a small grin began spreading across her face as she pulled something out of her pocket, “I had my own reasons for coming here.”\n\nDeliah instantly blushed as realized what Aby was holding. “That….,” she quickly swallowed, “that was meant for Mark.” Aby only continued to grin as she casually commented, “I know.”\n\nWhen the girl began to flip through the artfully designed pages Deliah felt somehow even more mortified, “you….I…,” she was interrupted by Aby who looked her eyes onto Deliah’s “Finders Keepers. This is mine now.” Deliah could not avert her eyes from Aby, “what…why would you…but.” Aby apparently had just found what she had been looking for. Raising an eyebrow she looked at Deliah, mockery plastered all over her face, “Do you really need it that badly Deliah?” She was unable to answer her mouth was dry, her face burning red.\n\nAby stood, came over towards the older woman and then flipped the page while standing right in front of her. “I guess it is time to cash in.” With that she flipped the booklet so Deliah was able to see what coupen she had selected.\n\n((~~Most likely will continue. Feedback is appreciated though~~! EDIT: Plans changed.))"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A half succubus finds it more than a little awkward that she keeps accidently entering the erotic dreams of people she knows. Never mind the fact that she can literally feel it whenever anyone fantasizes about her...
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"content": "Warmth spread across Erika's nethers, shaking her to the core. It felt good. It always felt good. It also meant one of her friends was thinking about her. At least this time it wasn't some fuck fest bending her over and using her every orifice. That had been so awkward at work. 'Twas a miracle she wasn't fired.\n\nRight now, one of her friends was just giving her some head. What a lovely darling. It felt so loving, so intimate, lover whispering sweet nothings to each other. A long, draw out affair ensued, leaving her speechless and relaxed. Whomever it was, bless them, let her cum a few times. And honestly, she was in need of it.\n\nBeing half succubus was difficult. Her friends, coworkers and randos on the street couldn't help but fantasize about her, and thanks to her damnable genetics, she felt whatever they were doing to her. Luckily, she was able to put some restrictions so she didn't have a repeat of last time. Her friends were allowed to think about fucking her, but only after 8:00 pm, and never in the ass, ya know, just in case she had some business with the porcelain throne. It wasn't a perfect system. She still sometimss got surprises at work, though they usually worked out. For the most part she had to be mkst careful out and about.\n\nErika found that the less skin she showed, the less likely others thought impure thoughts of her. Of course that meant she couldn't wear any of her sexy blouses or short skirt unless she was in the mood to get fucked over and over, which was a sour trade off. She looked good in those clothes, and sometimes she wanted to have sex with someone right in front of her, not just disembodied cocks and tongues.\n\nThat being said, sex was awesome cause most of the time, the fantasized about her, so she got double the fucking. 2 sex for the price of one."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The rebellion was a success! The former rebels were worried though, not for a resurgence of the empire, but for their leader, as it seemed that leading former empire territory was effecting her... All that power was going to her tits...
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"content": "I opened up the door to Lena's office to see she was working over a holo-computer. It had been almost three days since she'd showed up to a meeting, and we were getting concerned. Not that she'd go down the same path as Highfather David, of course, but about...well, her breasts. Ever since the former rebellion got elected as a representative council, they'd been growing like crazy. Already she was exercise ball-sized, and I feared she'd be suspended off the ground by tomorrow.\n\nLena beamed when she saw me and broke her attention away from the screen to say, \"Hey, there's my Ruby! Sorry I haven't been to any of the meetings... lately...honey, what's wrong?\"\n\nI gulped. \"Lena, we're really worried about you. You've been growing for weeks now. I mean, you're not even wearing a shirt, that's just an old parachute! I...I just want to know that my sweet potato's going to be okay.\"\n\nI couldn't stop myself from putting my head on Lena's massive chest out of a need for comfort. Lena sighed and began gently stroking my head. \"I'm so sorry I made you scared, teddy bear. But it'll all make sense right...now.\" Lena hit one last key on the holo-computer. \"Tell me if this gets uncomfortable, okay?\"\n\n\"If what gets...g--gets un...comfort--holy *fuck*.\"\n\nA sudden heat blossoming in my chest sent me to the ground in a daze. As I looked down, I saw the fabric of my shirt stretching out and tearing, revealing my rapidly expanding bustline. As I moaned in ecstasy with a hand down my panties, Lena kneeled down next to me. \"You feel good, right baby--mmmmph!\"\n\nI couldn't stop myself from pulling Lena in to make out with her. Lena eagerly leaned into it, sucking my tongue into her mouth as she caressed and kneaded my boobs. My shirt gave out completely and burst into scraps of cloth, causing me to cum harder than I thought possible. My nerves were on fire from the sensation, and all I could think about was how to keep the sensation building up and up.\n\nOnce I was close to Lena's size, I felt a new sensation in my tits, this one a build up of pressure. I had neither the interest nor mental capacity to keep the feeling under control, so I let the pressure increase until I hit a release point. Streams of milk sprayed out from my nipples, which Lena took as an invitation to take one in her mouth and start gulping down the milk. Between Lena's nursing, my tits pressing against hers from the growth alone, and my own hand on my clit, I was in an endless loop of cumming. And I loved it.\n\nIn not too long, I finally hit Lena's size. As my milk stream weakened to a few sporadic drops and my insane heat died down, I nuzzled into Lena and caught my breath in an attempt to recover from my first breast expansion and stimulation orgasm chain. As our boobs enveloped us in warmth like a giant blanket, I looked at Lena and gasped out, \"So this...is what you were... working on?\"\n\nLena chuckled. \"Sort of. See, when we took down the Apostasy, we also got control of the supercomputer that managed all of their seized property. I figured out a way to return proof of ownership and the forcefield keys to the rightful people through their chip implants. But I could only do it through the program that controlled sexual enhancements, hence all of this.\"\n\n\"Wait, so... everyone else...\"\n\n\"Just got a grade-A breeder's cock or supersized mega-milkers in addition to their homes, yeah.\" Lena showed me the security camera footage. The council was recovering from their own period of heat, with the room filled with engorged sexy parts and knocked over chairs. I looked at Lena in confusion and remarked, \"But we don't own any property. You renounced your place when you joined the rebellion and the Witch-Hunters I grew up with refused to let me have anything, remember?\"\n\nLena beamed at me. \"That was the surprise I was working on. I got us joint ownership of the cutest little bungalow on the coast.\"\n\n\"Aww, you remembered that I always wanted a house on the beach!\"\n\nLena kissed my cheek and purred, \"Of course I remembered. Making my teddy bear happy is what I'm here for.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The volleyball team’s new sponsor was Gillett razors. Rather than the usual logo in the uniform, they wanted to show off the results of their product in a more effective way. Thus, the volleyball team now plays bottomless and is shaved for each match.
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"content": "\"SMOOTH EFFORTLESS FREEDOM!!\" \n\nThe three words were plastered onto the new Gillette Fusion Razor. The razor was marketed to and for the new athelictian wear woman. Studies has shown the the marketing department that with the rise of tight leggings, sports bras, and booty shorts there had also been a fall in underwear sales for the modern women. As such the numbers showed razors were on the rise. Gillette, as all good Mega corporations do, set out to take advantage of this. They rebranded some razors and put together some marketing to bring the public the new Fusion Razor. \n\nIt just so happened at the same time as Gillett put out this new product a new social revolution was happening. The world was going through a new groovy era but this one was a bit more clean. Wemon were discarding their underwear and even discarding their bottoms. There were \"bottomless\" parties all around the nation and even the world. \n\nTo capitalize on this new groovy fever and to sell more razors Gillett formed a shell company to buy out the US Women's Volleyball League. They instituted a new rule that games would now be played bottomless as to allow players to \"move\" freely. \n\nAll the players would buy the new razors, more people would watch the games, the razors would take off, and Gillett would make money. It was the perfect strategy.\n\nThe head coach of the Razor Backs had lived through this history and watched as his girls went from skimpy shorts to nothing at all. He was happy that they now shaved and was glad for the sponsored deal. Honestly, the changes had been the best thing for him. \n\n\"Now girls. These razors are our edge! The other teams are using shit razors for their pussies and will have bumps and shit all over the place. But not you!!\"\n\nCoach Henry paced the locker room in front of the girls holding the package of razor blades. He had a huge smile on his face as he looked at the line of girls infront of him spread eagle shaving their pussies and listening to him.\n\n\"Not only do we have these razors but we also have a secret weapon don't we girls\"\n\nThe team gave out a chear and their faces blushed. \n\nCoach Henry had been telling the girls that their bodies natural fluids made it so they could move faster. But he also told them that since he was the only male coach in the league he could offer them another advantage.\n\nBefore every game the girls would like up and fuck the coach one by one allowing him to cum into their tight shaven pussies. He sent them onto the court dripping with his cum falling out of their pussies down their legs.\n\nHonestly it didn't help him at all. But people above him had told him that it brought in a larger crowd and they he fucking loved it."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [CW] A story about a thief stealing your heart, in the style of a sleek heist story.
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"content": "You said you were out of the game. But when you saw the prize, you decided to come back for one last job. You were the only one who could have pulled it off.\n\nThis was a solo mission, no way to bring in the rest of your crew. You'd have to play every role at once. The technician, knowing the target at their deepest levels. The femme fatale, drawing the target's attention, bringing me close and getting me to let my guard down. The heavy, plowing through my defenses when I was too dense for anything subtle to work. And the mastermind, seeing the future and knowing exactly where you wanted us to be. \n\nFirst problem - the locks. Layers of protections around my heart, each one needing to be bypassed. Even a brilliant safecracker like yourself needs time to work.\n\nSecond problem - the alarms. They'll start to go off when my heart is bared. I might think it's better not to expose myself. I'll retreat to my panic room. It has \"let's just be friends\" written on the door in nice big letters.\n\nThird problem - the guards. This isn't just a big dumb vault. There's another human on the other side of the board, reacting to you. You'll never pull this off without help from the inside.\n\nLast problem - time. You had until graduation day, then we'd part ways. A narrow window of opportunity for your heist.\n\nWell, you're definitely a criminal mastermind, because you turned the problem on its head. Instead of keeping me close, you made it a long distance relationship. Get the target to come to you, leave all the walls and guards behind, lure me into the open. On a snowy night in Chicago, with nobody around but the two of us, you took my heart, as easy as that.\n\nAnd here's the Ocean's Eleven twist in your scheme: I never noticed it was missing, because you made a switch. You stole my heart, but you gave me yours."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: After losing a bet, she had to dress and act like a bimbo, sit on people's laps whenever possible, and make her long legs and large breasts free to be groped for a week. Of course, that was almost 3 weeks ago now... and *mysteriously* she was still doing it.
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"content": "The month of January tends to be rough. Doesn’t help that New Year’s Day kickstarts the chaos because people are still out on vacation, so the office continues to operate on a skeleton workforce. And once everyone is back, the clients present piles of work, trying to squeeze as much productivity out of us before school lets out in the summer and parents start using PTO to go on cruises, Disney World, wherever they and their kids fancy.\r \n\r \nHow I managed to start a car and drive home today I do not know. But once I pulled into an open spot and got out, my legs were ready to give out under me. It would’ve been appropriate for the time to be midnight and the temperature to be hovering at minus eight, but my Corolla’s digital clock read 05:59, and it was a pleasant fifty-three degrees tonight. Perfect weather to go out on a walk. Maybe stop by the mini mall just down the road and grab a sandwich and soup. If only it had not been for my rather shaky legs.\r \n\r \nI stumbled going up the stairs, catching myself with the handrail right as my face was an inch away from planting itself on beige concrete. The motion of tapping my keyfob on the electronic lock to my apartment must have been pure instinct because the last thing I remember before the world darkened was collapsing backwards onto the chair in the living room.\r \n\r \nThe soft grinding on my crotch brought me back. My eyes darted around the room, adjusting to the lights of the overhead ceiling fan, before dropping downwards towards a pair of bare buttocks moving left and right on my lap. My hands followed upward to the hem of a form fitting light blue dress, sitting on the owner's hips. Calling it a dress would have been generous since the blue fabric ran out right under where the owner’s bustline was, giving a nice view of exposed shoulder blades and neck. If all three weren't obscured by long wavy strands of brunette hair.\r \n\r \nA gentle squeeze to the hips caused a pair of blue eyes to snap backwards and bear down on me. Though the puckered lips and softened facial muscles made it clear she wasn’t mad.\r \n\r \n“Oh, you’re awake,” she said. In a rather off-putting, high pitched voice that reminded me of a chipmunk. With tuberculosis.\r \n\r \n“What happened?” I glanced towards the oven’s digital clock, which read 09:23.\r \n\r \nShe pulled her bottom lip up and cooed. “Oh, honey…I was so worried about you. Seeing you passed out here. You must’ve had such a hard day at work…”\r \n\r \n“...what?”\r \n\r \n“Shush, shush,” she murmured. “You must be tired. Otherwise, you’d be doing this…”\r \n\r \nI felt my face explode with heat as she pulled my hands off her hips and cupped them under her exposed breasts. Even though I was taller than her by a few inches, my fingers were unable to reach her nipples and I only managed to tickle her areola. Doing so caused my pants to tighten and she let out a gasp at feeling my arousal.\r \n\r \n“So naughty…”\r \n\r \nSo, she got there at the end. Three weeks and she finally managed to sound like a convincing airhead.\r \n\r \n…Wait a minute, three weeks?\r \n\r \n“Megan?”\r \n\r \n“Yes?”\r \n\r \n“The bet ended two weeks ago. You don’t have to sit on my lap and let me grope your boobs.”\r \n\r \nMegan tilted her head in confusion. “Bet?”\r \n\r \nI wasn’t buying any of it, but played along. “The one that Jake proposed? About who would be the last one to come out on Christmas morning to open presents? Loser would have to do something embarrassing decided by the first two people? You got drunk as fuck on Christmas Eve so you came out at 1 PM the next day and it was only to get Tylenol for your headache?”\r \n\r \nShe gasped. “Oh, yeah. So embarrassing…”\r \n\r \nI continued. “Jake’s idea was better than mine, so we all agreed to it? He managed to get a bunch of slutty dresses and outfits for you to wear, like this clubbing dress? You had to sit on people’s laps and let them grope you?”\r \n\r \nShe put a finger on her chin. “Mmmm, sounds familiar…”\r \n\r \n“Well, you can stop-”\r \n\r \n“But, I think I’ve gotten used to this…I think Jake unlocked the real me after all these weeks.”\r \n\r \nBullshit.\r \n\r \n“Jake can’t unlock a fucking door without banging on it like an orangutan and then yelling at our neighbors to call a locksmith,” I said. “Also, the entire thing was ‘hey, how funny would it be if we forced the financial lawyer to act like a dumb bimbo for an entire week?’ Turns out it was funny for 3 days and we were debating on calling it off-”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: How does this cute and curvy babysitter make so much from her job? Well by breeding all the milf moms in the neighborhood with her huge girl cock, insuring there’s always babies to watch over!
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"content": "Friday 6:30 am - Woke up in Jeanne DuBois's bed. Helped her clean up from last night.\n\n7:00 am - Breakfast. Crepes with strawberries. Had Mrs. DuBois one more time before heading out.\n\n7:30 am - Dropped Jenny DuBois at school. She tried to come onto me. Let her down gently; she's literally young enough to be my daughter. She isn't though, so I told her to try again in a decade.\n\n7:45 am - Got to campus. Caught the Journalism Club poking around my locker again. Convinced Lacey to look the other way. She's on the pill.\n\n8:00 am - English. Got a report on *Dracula* due soon. Bev's wrapped around my finger, so there's no way I'm getting marked down, but it's not a bad book. Might actually reread it. Kinda feel bad for drac. Living forever, platoon of loyal wives, that's all great, but he's gotta live in the middle of nowhere and can't even have garlic bread. \n\n9:00 am - History. Mr. Franz is the most stoically incorruptible teacher in the history of this school. Can't believe it's three weeks into the quarter and I *still* have to turn in assignments. It's all stuff I've seen before, but still.\n\n10:00 am - Physics. Atoms are fucking weird. Substitute put on a documentary. Mrs. Claire is on maternity leave. Three guesses who the dad is, and the first two don't count. Snuck into the bathroom to make arrangements for tonight. Ariel Carnegie's been out sick for an entire week and she misses me.\n\n11:00 am - Skipped social studies to watch cheer practice. Had to dodge the Journalism Club again. Met Leigh, Reba, and Kat under the bleachers after. Together, they can almost keep up with me. Guess teamwork pays off.\n\n12:00 pm - lunch period. Reba's jock-of-the-week tried to jump me. Laughed him off. I'll have to show him how to treat a girl sometime. \n\n12:30 pm - Skipped the afternoon classes and headed downtown. Changed into something more professional and met Henrietta Ivesley for lunch by the PanCor building. Fucked her in the stairwell for old times sake. She likes to give mportant presentations with cum running down the inside of her leg. Who am I to say no that?\n\n1:45 pm - Had some time to kill. Stopped by Ariel's house and was actually kind of shocked to see how different she is when she's away from me for a while. She was freaking out. Calling me a monster, said my scent was messing with her head. After a few minutes, she mellowed out though. Kinda feel bad for her. Like, it's not my fault everybody loves me. Tried to comfort her, but she didn't want me to touch her. First time in ages someone's asked me to *not* fuck them. Well, a little variety never hurt anyone. We just hung out and caught up on *Spring Valley* Season 5. Guess she's still pretty sick, because she fell asleep on my shoulder.\n\n3:00 pm - Ariel's mom got home. I let her in and we fucked on the dinner table. Was kind of distracted the whole time, Thinking about what Ariel had said before she fell asleep. She said I, like, smell too good and it's messing with her head, and she wants some time away from me to sort out how she actually feels. Weirdest \"breakup\" I ever had. Left after only two rounds.\n\n3:45 pm - Arrived early at the Pantier Estate. Banged the head maid and the pool boy while waiting for Mrs. Renata Pantier herself to make an appearance. \n\n4:50 pm - Renata finally deigned to summon me. Gave me the run down of the night, then had me sit on her desk and tried to suck me dry. She has this idea that she has to empty my balls herself, so I'll stay away from her daughter. Joke's on her, I fucked Reba this morning. As usual, Mrs. Pantier gets a half dozen loads out of me before she gives up and has to get dressed for the evening. \n\n5:30 pm - Renata and her husband head out to their night at the opera or whatever. \n\n5:35 pm - Reba's boyfriend-of-the-week showed up. Officially, I was on the other end of the house and didn't see a thing.\n\n6:20 pm - Whatever else, I *am* an honest babysitter. Reba's little brother was a pain in the butt to deal with, but I finally got him to pass out around 8:00 after watching a disney movie twice through. Dunno why Mrs. Pantier doesn't have her daughter or maid handle the toddler. Rich people are weird.\n\n\n8:20 pm - I was killing time diddling the maid when Reba comes into the kitchen drunk. She starts saying I have to prove something to her boyfriend. Might as well, right?\n\n8:45 pm - after the usual \"Oh my God it's huge! But I'm not gay! But just this once\" Rigamarole, I pumped Reba, the maid, and her boyfriend all full of cum and left them to sleep it off.\n\n9:30 pm - The pool boy had gone home hours ago, and everyone else was asleep, so I had nothing to do but contemplate burglary. Surely these people have so much junk they wouldn't notice if a little went missing? \n\n10:10 pm - Renata came home without her husband, very drunk. She dragged me up to her room and bounced on my knob until she passed out. She's pretty cute when she's asleep"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Clerics of the goddess of sexual freedom have a unique way of applying healing spells.
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"content": "A roar echoed through the cave air, bouncing about the stone walls and bursting out past the mouth of the subterranean tunnel. A haggard and defeated duo of adventurers also came running out, quickly darting out as fast as their feet would allow.\n\nOne, a fair maiden clad in the cloak and dress of a cleric nun. Staff in hands, pressed against her massive heaving and bouncing chest as she sprinted forward. Raven hair, once gorgeous and well kept, now messy and wild thanks to the arduous journey.\n\nThe other, a humble warrior with servicable plate armor. A man, huffing and panting as he led his cleric companion back into the world above. His short, brown hair billowed intensely as he ran.\n\nOut onto the the surface they reached. The mark of sunlight allowing them safety as they tumbled down together. The knight holding the cleric in his arms as they watched the beast race toward them, only to wince at the cave's edge.\n\nThe qudraped's claws simmered in the midday sun. Sunlight appeared to be its bane. The creature retreated, after offering one last frenzied roar.\n\nThe knight and cleric sighed in relief, the beautiful cleric clinging to the knight as she leaned upon him. He ran his gloved hand through her hair, patted her down for injuries before embrassing her.\n\nNot wanting to linger, even with the midday sun and its hours of protection, the two gradually climbed to their feet. Uneasy and stumbling, the two ventured forth, heading back to the town to rest.\n\nBut the knight was too exhausted to continue. After a few hundred feet, he could no longer walk, and slumped against a tree. He assured the cleric he would be fine, he just needed a rest before hes in tip-top shape. But she knew him well.\n\nHe was bloodied, beaten, scarred and singed. Being the warrior, he naturally took the brunt of combat. Despite all of that, he wanted to assure her. He was barely hanging on.\n\nThe cleric sifted through their knapsacks, both devoid of healing potions, tonics or elixirs. The battle prior had consumed them. She knew she only had one course of action to save his life.\n\nShe offered him a kiss, one he gladly accepted in his dazed state. He was quickly losing consciousness.\n\nThe cleric began to disrobe, first discarding her panties and placing them upon her knapsack. The flaps of her dress obscured her nethers, until she stood up straight. Thr outline of something long could be seen behind the strsnd of her dress. She slowly tugged that flap to the side, revealing a thick, hefty erection, quivering with excitement.\n\nIt pulsated softly as she poked the knight's face with her leaking tip. He was delirious and dead tired, and had not the energy to react. He merely followed her rod with his fading eyes.\n\nShe apologized profusely to him, along with the gods above, but this tool of hers was a necessity if she was to heal him.\n\nHer penis slipped into his mouth with no resistance besides the natural tightness of thr human lips. Soon, his mouth was brimming with her meat. The cleric sighed in guilty delight. The warmth, the moisture, the narrow folds of his mouth.\n\nShe slowly dug her penis into his mouth, gradually slipping inch after inch into his maw. He grunted and gagged on her massive member, eyes rolling and fingers clenching.\n\nShe drew away, only to softly return. Each retreat followed by a progressively faster thrust into his gizzard. Her hefty sack slapped against his chin countless times. Spit slipped through the brief gaps between her dick and his lips, coating his chin and her testicles in glistening spit.\n\nThe cleric had since held his head in her hands as she slammed her pelvis into his face time after time. Panting and groaning as her member tunneled deeper inside him.\n\nSuddenly, she clenched up, pressed his head into her lap, and forced her erection as far into his throat as she could manage before she let out a torrent of hot, thick cum. It spilled down his throat, coating his walls in steamy jets of seed. \n\nDespite its warmth, the knight felt a coolness, a gracious relief. A refreshing, rejuvenating wave rippled through his body. The cleric tore away, and the knight gasped for air. Still spurting with seed, the cleric's hearty load spilled onto the knights face until her erection slightly wilted.\n\nThe knight wiped the jism from his face as he panted. But he noticed the sweet flavor underneath a bitter taste.\n\nThe cleric fell to her knees, now the exhausted one. Apologizing once more to the knight, he stopped her in her tracks with a kiss. The knight stood up confidently before suddenly whisking thr cleric up in his arms. She blushed harder than when she was ejaculating. Seeing the knight carry her in his arms, her penis shot straight up, back to full mast and ready for more.\n\nThe knight smiled awkwardly, before remarking that he saw a spring on the way here, and that such a locale would be perfect for... further recuperating."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Meeting the Parents
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"content": "When he brought his hot streamer/gamergirl girlfriend over to meet his parents, it was a shock to both of them when his dad turned out to be her estranged biological father. This weirded him out, but as far as she was concerned, it only made things even hotter. He tries to resist, but she's just so, so fucking sexy, and it actually amuses her to tease him about it all...\n\nOne without incest, in case that's what you prefer. Reading your instructions, it was hard to tell\n\nWhen a half succubus brings her platonic male friend to stay at her house over break, she's embarrassed that her mom actually *insists* that they share a room together and practically seems to be trying to throw her at him. It doesn't help matters that she actually does have a really high libido, and she practically can't fall asleep without at least masturbating, and now she's sharing her room with the cute guy she'd been trying to be \"just friends\" with..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Looking to stretch my imagination
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"content": "Any particular things you're looking for? Here's a grab bag of nonsense.\n\n - character A wakes up to find they've magically swapped genitals with B, and the only way to get back to normal is to find and have sex with each other.\n\n - A sad wet catboy gets nursed back to health by a lonely milf\n\n - do a retelling of one of those 'haha they said sex words' songs like [Two Trucks](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WchseC9aKTU) or [Ram Ranch](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MADvxFXWvwE) and make it genuinely erotic\n\n - a princess rescues a prince from a dragon, but he convinces her to join him in serving it."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She patted her husband's butt playfully. "Look at you, thicc assed bitch, you got more cake in them pants than we had on our wedding day. You all cheeked up on a Saturday night, and it's Thursday afternoon!"
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"content": "Write a story using this writing prompt: She patted her husband's butt playfully. \"Look at you, thicc assed bitch, you got more cake in them pants than we had on our wedding day. You all cheeked up on a Saturday night, and it's Thursday afternoon!\""
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"content": "*This is set in the same universe as all of these. Check them out for more details:*\n\nhttps://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/w97x6x/wp_having_a_harem_expectation_constant_sex_with_a/iv6vbon?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share&context=3\n\nhttps://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/107ftzn/pm_give_me_some_harem_scenarios/j3wxqhf?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share&context=3\n\nhttps://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/107ftzn/pm_give_me_some_harem_scenarios/j3s6g5v?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share&context=3\n\nAaron grinned and smacked his ass. \"Thank you. I work very hard on it. I'm all about them squats, ya know?\"\n\nIsabel giggled and replied, \"Yeah baby, that's the power of a thicc king grindset! Work it, you sexy motherfucker!\"\n\nFrom her spot on the couch in Marigold's lap, Nat grabbed the remote and held it like a microphone. \"We're here live with Aaron Hewitt, better known to the world as Daddy, who has just received his Thiccest Man Alive Award for the gazillionth year in a row. Tell us Daddy, what do you attribute to your success in having more cake than a French bakery?\"\n\n\"I'm glad you asked, Nat! You see, thiccness is all about motivation, the drive. You can dream of having an ass so fat it's bulletproof, but unless you got it in you to put in the time and effort, then it's only ever gonna be a dream. It's hard work making yourself thicc with an ever increasing amount of C's.\"\n\nMarigold giggled as Nat handed her the remote. \"Inspirational words from Daddy. One more question, from the viewers: could you throw it back for us?\"\n\nTara grinned and put on music as Aaron responded, \"Anything for the fans!\" Aaron started twerking as his wives cheered him on. In the dining room, Ashley and Sam sipped their coffee as the former deadpanned, \"This is really what our brains consider a turn-on, huh?\"\n\nSam smiled. \"Yep.\"\n\nAshley threw her arm around Sam's shoulder. \"Damn, we're lucky.\"\n\n\"Hell yeah we are. Work it, Daddy!\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Movie night with the harem!
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"content": "Sam entered the bedroom with a giant bowl of buttery popcorn and nestled into her spot between Octavia and Marigold. Tara reached over and grabbed a kernel as she called out, \"Aaron, honey, will you please just pick an outfit already so we can watch the damn movie?\"\n\nAaron poked his head out of the closet and replied, \"I'm sorry, I just don't know what to wear!\"\n\nNat rolled her eyes as she nuzzled into Isabel. \"Honey, we're watching The Shape of Water in our underwear. It's not like we're attending the premiere.\"\n\nAshley glanced around at her lovers. \"Wait, were we supposed to wear underwear for this? 'Cause I'm just naked over here.\"\n\nSam giggled. \"Aaron, could you get the red boxers for Ashley please?\"\n\nAaron tossed the requested underwear at Ashley and stepped out of the closet at last. The girls whooped and applauded as Aaron spun around and showed off the black lace nightie he chose. Aaron grinned and clambered into his spot next to Tara as he remarked, \"Alright, alright, enough edging. Hit play already.\"\n\nOctavia squeaked with delight and hit the play button. A soothing orchestral piece wafted through the speakers as a room submerged in water appeared on the TV screen. Octavia popped a piece of popcorn into her mouth as she whispered, \"When I found out Marigold had never seen this movie before, I knew immediately what we were doing for movie night.\"\n\nMarigold reached out to give Octavia headpats as she whispered, \"Well, I'm never one turn down a new experience with my darlings. Now hush, it's rude to talk during a movie.\""
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