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Write a story using this writing prompt: Kemonomimi might look cute, but their fluffy "tails" are actually parasites spread from woman to woman that physically and mentally alter their victims into cute yet horny animal-girls.
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"content": "Disclaimers: >!Reverse-Trap, Forced feminization, mind control, reluctance!<\n\nI checked the clock again to confirm that I am late for work. Not that it mattered; Natalie and the others are never really bothered by anything anymore. A quick buzz to make sure everything is even, an authoritative suit, and a few sprays of cologne and I'm ready to match wits with the best of them.\n\nI waved to the neighbors on my way to the car. My view is obscured, but I see two distinct fox ears bouncing in and out of view beyond our picket fence. Sabrina must have needed one for the road. George gave a half-hearted wave as he braced himself against their SUV. The view might not be clear, but the exhausted moans and slurping sure were.\n\nI should probably mention this is a fairly normal sight these days. Ever since 'the Incident' (shitty name, I know) people have been a lot more open, both emotionally and, well you get the idea. The drive to work is peppered with the sight of several men fucking busty girls on the street corner, and my radio plays the most offensively inoffensive pop music the layman can stomach.\n\nThe receptionist greets me in her usual barks. \"Nyah, hey Yuki! You're looking fairly alluring today.\" I grunt and swipe my badge.\n\n\"When are you gonna let us girls get a peek at the goods? We never see you around when it's time to drive the other guys wild.\" I swear she's purring. I mumble an excuse and walk faster, hearing 'he's so shy'. on my way to my desk.\n\nI am, or more accurately was, a containment coordinater tasked with controlling the spread of this mess. Amusing to think the person who writes my checks now sports an extra cup size and some fox ears. We never really had a chance, so containment turned to adaptation. I maintain the dossiers on the newly infected, acclimate them to their new life, and politely yet firmly turn down their advances. \n\nTiring's a good way to put it.\n\nNatalie's footsteps are seen before she's heard. She beams me a playful smile before dumping today's pile of work down. \"Cutie, hope you're ready to get worked,\" I grunt again, less than patiently waiting for her to leave. \n\nOf course, her leaving is a production. I didn't even compliment her thigh highs or proposition her, so she pauses to put an arm on my shoulder. \"If you want to get worked some other way my door's always open.\"\n\nI skim through the file before meeting the first client. A 20 something student who served as patient 0 for a nearby college. Now half the school was speaking in muddled English and begging to be used. I step out to greet her in our reception area.\n\n\"Dorothy Miles?\" She steps out from behind one of the needed privacy tents, conspicuously wiping her mouth. Her tight red dress revealing her petite body with two small yet perky tits. Two fox ears have already begun to replace her human ones.\n\n\"Nyah, yes? Do you want me to milk you too?\" \n\nI pause. \"No, I'm here to help you acclimate to your new life.\"\n\n\"Accli-what?\" I sigh. So many times. \n\n\"Acclimate. You've unfortunately been infected with the K-mono parasite. I'm afraid the effects are permanent. \"\n\n\"What does that mean.\" A confused look adorns her face as her mouth makes an O. Her finger scratches her chin. Big words.\n\n\"It means your intelligence, personality, obedience, and libido are rapidly shifting. In a matter of weeks, the parasite will alter your mental path- uh brain, to completely change into something else.\"\n\n\"Oh...Will I still be able to suck cocks?\" \n\nI pinch my nose. \"Yes. you will have all the rights and freedoms you previously enjoyed, but within a restricted zone to prevent spread.\"\n\n\"Yay!\" She cheers, her tits bouncing as she jumps up and down."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When you woke up this morning every animal you saw was an anthropomorphic version of itself. Dogs, cats, birds, everything. Looked like human versions of themselves still behaving just the same. It'd be a lot easier to ignore if they weren't completely naked all the time.
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"content": "I watched as the tiny white feathered women stepped out of the chicken coop. They all stumbled and yawned with all the grace of a drunken fool. They resembled chickens, they didn't peck at the ground but scratched at it with small talons. \n\nI picked one of the small women up. She clucked at me like a proper chicken. Her breast were almost comically big. I thought I was going mad until I heard a small scream. My head turned to one of the chicken women. She pulled a worm like woman out of the ground. The woman scream for a split second before disappearing down the chicken's gullet. I would probably have nightmares about that for years to come. \n\nWithout missing a beat I called my friend, Carter.\n\n\"Yo. What's up?\" He answered.\n\n\"Um. This is gonna sound weird but-\" I started.\n\n\"All the animals, insects, and birds look like people?\" He finished. His background was filled with soft moans.\n\n\"Yeah. So I'm not crazy?\"\n\nHe laughed, \"It's on the news. Everyone is confused. Can I swing by later, I wanna see what your chickens look like. I might buy a few.\"\n\nOh... Oh God. \"You aren't gonna do anything weird to them, are you?\"\n\n\"Other than fucking them? No.\" He said while giving a muffled grunt.\n\n\"That is pretty weird. They aren't people, they are still dumb animals.\" I groaned.\n\n\"So are you going to cut them up and eat them now?\" He said. I already fucked Gina.\n\n\"Your rottweiler? Seriously?\" I felt a bit sick.\n\n\"Yeah. When I swing by, you wanna have a go? She is big enough to take a human just fine. I couldn't do much with my spider.\" He said before shouting. \"No Gina! Don't poop on the floor. Call you back Mark. I gotta get a mop.\"\n\nI didn't know what to do. So I simply fed the chickens. I moved over to the barn and noticed all of my goats starting to milk each other. It was like a porno with them trying to figure out how to coax the milk into the buck. Others has gotten into the tools and were examining them. I decided against milking them and walked over to my lone mare.\n\nShe stood almost ten feet tall, she was aged and had the smallest breast of all my animals. Her body was stocky with well defined muscles. She gazed up at me and moved closer. She paused at the edge of the stall. Her animal brain paused then opened the stall with ease. She gave a prideful snort as she realized she could now open her own gate. \n\n\n\"Well... I can't ride you into town.\" I grumbled. \"That is going to be a bitch of a walk.\"\n\n\n\"Ru..Ruu.. Rhi Ide.\" She tried to mimic my words. It was a little creepy but she reached out a hand and touched me. Her face broke out into a simple smile.\n\n\"To town\". I had taught Sunny a few places to go so that I could sleep in the wagon on trips while she walked.\n\nShe paused to consider my words and hefted me on her shoulders. Without a word she walked to town. As we traveled, I saw humanoid versions of everything. I watched a pair of humanoid dogs fucking along the road.\n\nA rat girl dash through that grass as a cat male chased her. His barbed dick was slick with juices as he followed her. I patted Sunny on her shoulder, \"Since everything is like a human now, I wonder if they can cross breed?\" \n\nSunny didn't seem to understand me as she grabbed a mouth full of hay from a roll at the edge of a nearby farm. I noticed a few tiny ant women marching along a fence post as we resumed our trip. \n\nThe town was pure chaos. There were guys tying up pets and police everywhere. Even the police dogs were in handcuffs. Rat girls peered from almost every drainage grate, some darting into stores to steal food. The sudden addition of hands made them more bold. In an alleyway, I noticed the town drunk cock deep inside a rat male too slow to escape him. \n\n\"What the fuck?\" I gasped as I watched a trio of tiny rat people trying to fist fight a much larger raccoon man over a twinky. That was the last thing I saw before entering the police station. I don't think filing a report will do much..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: They call it EROS, short for Erotic Response Occurrence Syndrome. The patient naturally causes pornographic situations to arise, regardless of their own libido.
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"content": "The Doctor peered over the top of her glasses, looking at me thoughtfully with her big, brown eyes. Occasionally she would nod her her head, as she listened to my symptoms. She was quite young for a doctor, maybe late 20's, probably not long out of Medical School. Her lush long black hair was tied back into a high ponytail that bobbed slightly whenever she nodded.\n\nIt had been fun to begin with, but soon I felt like I was trapped in my own house - I couldn't go to work, I couldn't get shopping in. I couldn't even visit my step-sister, who I was quite close with. \n\n*\"hmmm, yes it sounds like it might be a case of Erotic Response Occurrence Syndrome - sometimes known as Insatia. It's caused by your pheromones, but can be quite easily treated with medication.\"*\n\nShe explained that she'd need to run some quick tests before she could confirm however, and asked me to lift my shirt while she listened to my chest. \n\nI noticed that her hands seemed to tremble slightly as she held the stethascope to me, and she looked away while she listened. \n\nNext she said she wanted to take my temperature, and I leaned forward in expectation of her producing a thermometer - but to my surprise she instead placed her hand across my forehead.\n\n*\"A little warm I think... though it is quite hot in here\"*\n\nShe stood and took off her cardigan, and I noticed for the first time that she had a pleasing curve to her figure\n\n*\"It's not just me is it? It has suddenly gotten really warm in here?\"* She undid the top couple of buttons on her blouse as she spoke, though the room didn't seem any warmer to me.\n\nShe sat back down and tried to gather her composure\n\n*\"men who suffer from Erotic Response Occurrence Syndrome tend to be quite tall\"* and I could tell that she knew I'm over 6ft\n\n*\"they usually have nice broad shoulders\"* she said, her eyes quickly flicking to my broad shoulders\n\n*\"they... they also... well, they do usually have big cocks too\"* even she looked a little surprised as the words came tumbling out of her mouth. I said nothing, but I already knew where this was leading.\n\n*\"I think maybe I might need to examine you... just to be 100% certain.\"* She made me stand, and then got down on her knees in front of me, before undoing my trousers and pulling them down to my knees. My cock was already stiffening as she started to stroke it\n\n*\"yes, it's just as I thought - a nice and thick cock, I think this may confirm my diagnosis\"*\n\nI should've known this was going to happen. Maybe I should've tried to stop it, but when she ran her tongue from my balls to the tip of my dick I lost my remaining willpower.\n\nShe took me into her mouth and moaned contentedly as she started to suck. Slowly at first, not too deep. One of her hands worked my shaft, while the other gently massaged my balls. I found myself grabbing her by her long ponytail, and wrapping it around my fist.\n\nThen she paused for a moment. *\"I think I'm going to need to take a sample from you, is that ok?\"* \n\nI nodded; I already knew what she meant, but she decided to make it clear anyway \"as much of it as you can, in my mouth, ok?\"\n\nJust hearing her say it was hot, nevermind that she was still expertly working my cock with her hand. *\"of course, anything you need Doctor\"*\n\nShe grinned and got back to work. I gently stroked the side of her face, feeling the way her cheeks felt hollowed as she sucked my cock. More than anything though, I loved the sounds she made. Little soft moans, sucking and slurping noises, her tongue flicking across the underside of my cock.\n\nShe began to take it deeper, grabbing my bum with both hands to pull me further into her mouth, encouraging me to fuck her face. The sucking and slurping noises got even louder, as did her moans. Soon I had both hands on her head, in her hair, fucking her willing mouth as hard as I dared.\n\nI let out a groan and then a grunt, and felt my balls tighten as I pumped streak of cum down her throat. She gagged, just a little, and then gulped as she swallowed it all down, before smiling and opening her mouth wide to show me that it had all gone.\n\nScribbling out a prescription, she explained that I'd need to take my medication daily, but that I should come back to see her regularly *\"to check there haven't been any side effects\"*, and obviously I wasn't to take the pills on the day I saw her.\n\nI have a friend who is a nurse though - so first I'm going to go see her and get a second opinion"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The experience of being held for ransom by goblin girls turned him on so much he couldn’t stop letting himself get captured, much to the woe of his court
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"content": "The crown prince, Markus, awaken to find himself laying tied up in some monstrous flea pit, his androgynous half-elven body exposed for all to see, from gleaming hair to 7 inch mast. The air was warm enough for this to be comfortable, he laid on a mound of cushions, and his clothes were neatly arranged nearby. Though the air was warm enough for this to be comfortable, and he was on a mountain of cushions, he knew he'd strike his captor down.\n\n\"You're awake.\" He heard in familiar voice. A gobbo in skimpy thieves' garb, showing her bountiful assets and short stacked frame.\n\n\"Wendia? Why it's good to see you've not changed a bit.\" He said, his anger fading quickly, knowing the game being played now.\n\n\"Crown Prince Markus Araviad the III, it's so nice to be holding you \"hostage\" again.\" The goblin offered. He and she had done this before, a few times actually. The first was quite genuine, but this was the third and he was certain she didn't want money or his life. Both were infamous for screwing anything that moved and let them, so when his father couldn't pay.on either occasion, the prince decided an alternative \"payment\" could work.\n\n\"You really could just ask.\" Markus said.\n\n\"Shut up. You know you love it.\" She said, and he rolled his eyes in slight agreement. \"Your half way and everything.\", And he was.\n\n\"You know how he love pretty girls.\"\n\n\"As always, overt flirtation will get you everywhere, my dear.\" She said before giving him a peck on the cheek and stepping back. She decided a pre-lay show was in order, slowly unbuttoning her top. Her c cups jiggled in wonderful fashion as she gradually pulled her tunic off. The came the skirt, slowly being moved, exposing her soaked panties, only barely containing her massive, jiggly, perfect ass. She gave herself a *smack* to the butt, before unhooking him, laying back and removing the wet panties. She began to play with herself, stroking her lime green lips and flicking her bean. He admired for minute before picking her up.\n\nHolding her face upto his, he gave afew smooches, from her mouth, slowly down to the neck, then to the teat, forcing her to give just the sexiest moans and whimpers. He pulled and suckled at her nipples, while holding her by the waist. All the while she yelped and and whispered encouraging nothings. Then came to wet mess of a pussy. To tackle this he quickly readjusted his grip on her, placing his head between her stubby legs, and began licking away at her gash. After a little bit of that, quickly found her clit and began to suck at it, swiftly bring his green partner to orgasm. She howled blood murder, and fluid sprayed onto his face.\n\n\"My turn\" he said plopping the goblin down and laying back. She shook herself to senses abit, before walking over, her legs still sticky with ejaculate and saliva. She came to the monster cock before her like she had twice before,and began working it up and down with her prehensile tongue. She slowly licked, fondling his balls, heavy with semen. She soon stood and wrap her mouth around his head. She slowly but surely welcomed him into her throat, before fully deep throating it. Choked on it for a solid minute before he came, milking his sperm directly into her stomach. He came thick rope which form a throat pie she swallowed shortly after he pull free.\n\nBoth took a minute to gather themselves. Before Wendia got on her hands and knees.\n\n\"Time for the main event\" she said, wiggling her ass faintly. Markus walked over and gripped her sides again, pressing the royal scepter to her wait volva, teasing her slightly, before slipping in. Both parties moaned out, before Markus began sliding in and out. It was steady, yet growing pace, producing a *plap plap plap*. Mark us leaned forward.\n\n\"You know, if you love this thing so much, why don't you just become my concubine or something?\"\n\n\"Life in a human castle isn't for me. Sedentary, submissive, I can't live like that, even if it means I get to be with this cock each and every night.\"\n\n\"It could be fun, you and me. Maybe it could even be more then that...\"\n\n\"Look, Markus, I'm goblin and a thief, even if I was looking for more the a fuck buddy, your court would refuse flatly.\" She said as he began to move faster, \"Now, focus on going deeper harder.\"\n\n\"Really I-\"\n\n\"You have that princess your father likes, and that orc girl with the life debt. I'm a goblin you've had sex with a few times. Pick a better cake to have and eat.\" She was right. He was coming, pulled out, and came onto her back. He laid back.\n\n\"Cool if I stay the night, here in your hidey hole.\"\n\n\"Sure, Markus, sure.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: All he was doing was helping his best friend move. But when her got up to her apartment, she had other things in mind.
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"content": "Sophie\n\n*The day had been long and hard...* Sophie thought as she looked around her half unpacked apartment. *Very hard..* She slumped into the arm chair and sighed heavily, remembering her best friend shirtless as he shifted furniture as the movers brought it in. He had looked so good! He always looked good. She loved his confidence, she wished she had that kind of confidence. She shifted a little,uncomfortable with the fact that having spent most of the day wet, she seemed to be just making it worse. If she didn't do something about it, no unpacking would get done for the rest of the evening. At least her bed was already laid and the weekend not over yet, she still had some time.\n\nUnprompted, she thought about the times she had seen his torso, naked and sweaty, making her fingers itch to trace every single plane on that body of his. Her fingers worked their way to her breasts, touching lightly at first then squeezing. A shiver zinged down her spine as she pictured his hands, his mouth... her other hand found itself in her panties, she arched. It felt so good she moaned loud. The space in her panties was so restricting she hurriedly pulled off the trousers and panties. She was in the middle of a long moan of his name when the door burst open; \"I forgot my...\" her best friend stood framed in the doorway staring at her. She had forgotten that the arm chair faced the door let alone to lock it. Mortified, she scrambled up from the arm chair ad made a dash for the hall to the bedroom. She heard the door slam and was nearly home free when she was yanked by her wrist and slammed against the nearest wall and framed in. \n\n\"Was that my name I heard leave your lips?\" he asked panting, probably from the dash to catch u with her. She struggled to get out of his presence. He stepped closer into her space.\n\n\"uh-uh... you are not running away from this one. Answer my question,\" He asked softy. Caressing the side of her face with one hand.\n\n\"Please...\" she pleaded with him. Anything was better than this humiliation.\n\n\"What are you pleading for sweet thing,\" He leaned his head down towards hers, \" For me to leave or to stay and help you finish what you started?\" He took a deep breath, \" I can smell you,\" He brought the hand that she had been using on herself, \"want to taste you,\" He licked her fingers slowly one by one. She whimpered, her legs, already unsteady from the pleasure earlier, were weakening at an alarming rate.\n\n\"Do I need your permission?\" He started to slide down to his knees. When he was eye level with her pussy he breathed in again and growled, You smell so good\" He leaned in and breathed onto her mound, \"Do you know how many times I have thought of this, dreamed of it?\" He laid an open mouth kiss on her pussy. The only thing she could do was groan and hold onto his head tight because when he begun, he went as it ravenously. He devoured her so completely that in a matter of minutes she was cumming all over his face. \n\n\"I am not done with you yet,\" He lifted her into his arms and carried hr into the bedroom. \"I am going to have you first, Then you will explain to me why you let me leave when you were in such a state. *Thank goodness the bed is laid.* She thought before all thinking was put to a temporary halt."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: In this fantasy world, drinking the cum of 13 members of a particular race, fresh from the tap, will transform you into one of them.
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"content": "Within the dark lair of Marduk, the dark wizard cackled as he stirred the tarry black goo in his cauldron, creating his masterpiece. “Heart of a pig, blood of a wolf, flesh of the bear, and soul of an elf,” he chanted, stirring his foul smelling concoction.\n\nAcross from him, three bound elves were straddled in chains, their bodies beaten and minds broken, as he grabbed his staff and waved it towards them; a wicked beam of light flashed from the tip, trapping the elves in the light. They screamed in horror as their souls were ripped from their bodies, reducing their remains to dust.\n\nMarduk stabbed his gooey mix with the staff, and lightning and smoke erupted from the cauldron. Marduk stood back, eyes wide with malicious maddened wonder, as the tarry mass swelled into a large egg form, an outer shell hardening.\n\nFrom this egg, cracking open, several large creatures emerged, mammoth beings with rippling green muscles, hardened faces, eyes black as night, bare naked, everything about them was gargantuan and menacing.\n\nMarduk laughed with delight as his faithful servant Cobbler shuffled towards him, a pitiful creature, a goblin turned to pure evil. “Sire, it’s amazing! You’ve created some orcs of your own,” he hissed gleefully.\n\n“No dear Cobbler, these are dark orcs,” Marduk explained. He ran over and grabbed ones chin, it growled, but instinctively knew who he served. “Filled with the dark arts, they will use that to fuel their strength; and with them I will rule the world!” He laughed maniacally.\n\n“Sire,” the sniveling servant interrupted. “Where is the female dark orc?” He inquired. Marduk paused. “The what?” He asked. “Well, sire, we were barely able to get these three elf prisoners, and these ingredients are hard to acquire, for um,” Cobbler quickly counted the dark orc heads, “only 13 minions. Surely there’s an easier way to create more?” Cobbler pointed out.\n\nMarduk froze for a minute, stumped, if it wasn’t for his recent success he would’ve beaten his frustration out on Cobbler, but Marduk was clever. “Ah, but 13 is exactly how many we need, dear Cobbler,” he said, a devilish grin on his face, he ran to his study to double check his spell books for the details.\n\n***\n\n“So, you’re saying I would become a queen?” Mavia said with a devoted smile. Finding a traitor in the dark elf ranks wasn’t especially difficult, they were a power hungry race, and their patriarchal society allowed Marduk to pick out ambitious dark elven women stunted by the traditional caste society.\n\n“Yes my dear, queen of an entire new race of my own creation, the dark orcs,” he proclaimed dramatically, sprawled on his black throne, Mavia knelt before him in his lair, Cobbler stood shriveled in the corner. “But, there already are orcs,” Mavia questioned. “Ah, but these dark orcs, they are infused with dark magic, and live to serve me!” He laughed maniacally, and Mavia began to question her situation.\n\n“Plus, you get to wear this crown,” Marduk produced an elaborate silver tiara with emeralds and rubies. Mavia’s eyes lit up with avarice. *Clearly this guy is insane, but I’ll take any chance I can get to rule, maybe even stick it to those bastards back home,* she plotted.\n\n“Okay, so what do I have to do?” Mavia asked, signing herself up. “Easy, suck cock,” Marduk replied flatly. Mavia paused, waiting for the rest, relatively confident that was not the answer. “Uh,” she began, \n\n“My dear, it’s simple alchemy! Swallow the seed of 13 to take their form! Everyone knows that!” Marduk exclaimed. “I thought that was just a myth told to the fresh whores at the whorehouse?” She asked. Marduk cackled, “Cobber, send them in!” He ordered.\n\n(1/3)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Being a new event planning business, Diane and her husband really needed this upcoming bachelor party to go well. They had strippers and a party bus and music and booze. It was going to be perfect. Then at the last minute, the strippers cancelled and turns out the bus didn't come with a driver.
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"content": "\"I'll drive the bus.\" \nJohn glanced to the side, hoping Diane was making the most out of this by being funny. She wasn't. \n\"Babe...\" \n\"You know I can. This one is hardly any bigger than the ones I drove in college, remember?\" \n\"I'm not saying you can't do it, but it fixes the problem that's easiest to solve. What we need is a stripper.\"\n\nHe could see that she knew it. She was in classic Diane denial. \n\"I never stripped in college...\" \nThat was a joke, but neither of them could even bare a smile. \n\n\"I'll drive,\" John said. \nDiane just nodded. She grabbed his elbow. \"What are our rules?\" \n\"What do you mean?\" \n\"Well, I don't want to do anything that makes you uncomfortable.\" \n\"I appreciate that, honey, but right now I'd say you just do whatever keeps us from being bankrupt tomorrow.\" \n\nLess than 90 minutes later, John regretted those very words. He barely avoided hitting a tiny Honda, as he kept looking in the mirror that showed his wife twerking and grinding her naked ass into a different crotch every minute. It wasn't the fact that she was naked. Not even how she grabbed their crotches and rubbed her forehead against their bulges. It was the look in her eyes that told him she was loving every second of it."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When Lily lost a bet, her punishment was having to spend 2 hours working the neighboring frat house's guest bathroom gloryhole. Unfortunately, she couldn't have picked a worse time to serve her sentence as December 1 marked the end of No Nut November.
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"content": "(Part 1)\n\n*\"How many people would even come into the bathroom over the course of two hours? Especially after midnight on a Monday, this'll be so easy.*\"\n\n**11:45pm, Monday November 30th**\n\n\"Guess you regret betting that you would score higher than me on that Statistics exam, huh?\" Tyler smirked as he led me through the halls of Gamma Tau.\n\n\"Puh-lease!\" I rolled my eyes at him. \"You literally only got one more question right than I did. It barely counts as a win, but whatever... a deals a deal, so here I am.\"\n\n\"Yes, you are...\" Tyler looked me up and down as they reached the bathroom door. I was dressed as requested: a skirt with no panties and a tight Delta Sigma Lambda top with no bra.\n\n\"So,\" Tyler walked into the bathroom and waved me inside a little stall in the middle. \"You know the rules. You have to stay inside for two hours, sucking and fucking anything that comes through the holes. No talking, just screams of pleasure.\" He winked sarcastically.\n\nI looked around the little stall. There was a padded bench in the middle for me to lay on, each end pointing to one hole on either side. Near one of the holes was a small clock. From behind me, Tyler grabbed one of my legs and started locking it into place with a restraint I hadn't even noticed.\n\n\"Seriously, Tyler? Is that really fucking necessary?\" I glared down at him, but he just gave me a snarky smile before locking my other foot into place.\n\n\"Hey, you agreed to this, Lily. I'm just making sure you don't renege on our bet at the last minute.\" He wriggled his eyebrows at me as he began locking my hands into place along the other wall. I humphed, but otherwise didn't complain as he began maneuvering my body into place. I noticed that he seemed to be taking advantage of my restrained position to feel me up. I mean, really... did he have to squeeze my tits just to make sure they were hanging properly in the hole for them on the bench? And I swear to god I felt his fingers rubbing me as he lifted up my skirt and positioned my pussy so it was right by the circle cut into the wall.\n\nWhen he was finished I barely had any room to move. My face was about an inch from the wall in front of me, and my ass was right up against the wall behind me.\n\n\"Comfortable, Lily?\" Tyler smirked at me again as he stepped back. \"Remember, someone's always watching,\" he pointed up at the camera in the corner of the stall, \"so don't think you can get away with any slacking off. That's why we asked you to wear that tight little shirt.\" He swatted at my right tit, hanging below the bench, making it jiggle. \"Gives them a little something extra to watch. Now have fun... The green \"open\" light is gonna go on outside in about... oh, just about six minutes now.\"\n\nWith that, Tyler left, clicking the lock into place and I heard his footsteps echo on the tile floor as he left the room. I settled in to wait, wondering if I could sleep like this. *What's the likelihood any of the guys even shows up during my shift?*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The perverse sorceress places a curse upon the three heroines! But soon enough, the heroines begin to realize how much they enjoy their "curse"...
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"content": "Hilda, Helga and Helen peered over the corpse of a massive oak. \n\nHilda, the fighter wielding blade and buckler, was just tall enough to look over without much strain. Helga, the barbarian who wore less than the sheathe of her axe, stood a solid foot above the downed tree. And then there was Helen, the mage clad in a comically large brimmed hat and a cloak several sizes too big. Not even on her tippy-toes could she view past the log.\n\n\"The dreaded witch of the wilds!\" Hilda whispered, arms raised slightly and held balled against her bosom. \"The foul sorceress who bested countless knights!\"\n\nHelga yawned, leaning against the log. \"Just an old magical hag. Let's hurry up and collect the bounty, I'm in desperate need of mead.\" The toned, athletic body the barbarian sported was dotted lightly with scars, mostly upon her navel and arms.\n\nThe mage jumped up, only the momentary rise in elevation allowing her sight of the witch's abode, if even for a moment. \"I wanna burn it down... burn down that witch's house and burn down her stupid boobs!\" Helen growled, smoke bellowing from her palms.\n\nHilda wore an uneasy smile. \"That sounds like enthusiasm of some sort!\" She darted out her hand, palm towards the earth. She motioned to the other girls to put their hands in.\n\n\"Come on!\"\n\nThe barbarian grimaced, seemingly annoyed before lazily hovering her hand near the fighter's.\n\n\"To team Heavenly Heroines! The future greatest guild in Ghesten!\"\n\n\"Whatever...\" Helga rolled her amber eyes.\n\n\"To torching dumb big boobs!\" Helen furiously cheered, her smoking fingers hovering above Hilda's.\n\nJust as they raised their hands in the air, something caught each of their wrists. Twirling, surging vines. Thick, green tentacle-like vines that would not let go. Seemingly aware of Helen's ability to conjure fire, the vines tied her hands together and held her upside down by her ankles.\n\nA shocked gasp from all three. Weapons were snatched by sentient vines, and thrown far into the forest. The vines whipped around the fallen oak, lugging along three screaming heroines who desperately struggled, but to no avail.\n\nThey were finally dropped onto the forest floor, a clearing among the countless trees that sat just before an irregularly shaped tree. A massive, bulbous base that got progressively skinnier the higher into the air it reached.\n\nAnd from the base, behind a rounded door with a circular window, emerged the very witch of the wilds they sought.\n\n\"Another cutie to add to the list? Aww, you shouldn't have!\" She cheered, spinning towards the trio with a gleeful dance. Gleeful that is, until she opened her eyes. She stood still in her naturist dress, a very skimpy and yet simultaneously graceful gown made of, or at least made to imitate, leaves of varying shapes. Fair white skin underneath, a supple, heavy chest. And a beautiful round face behind lengthy, brilliant blonde bangs. She sported a tall, brimmed hat just like Helen, only it was more proportionate and matched her attire.\n\nThe witch thumbed her chin. \"Well, these weren't the visitors I was expecting.\" She sighed. \"Not to say you three aren't adorable! You are... but...\"\n\nA man peered from the door of the ground-level tree-house. \"Diana, is something the matter my sweet mountain lily?\"\n\n\"No no no, not at all sweetums! Just some... solicitors!\" She waved to the man in the house, who was covering his crotch with a pillow. And then, another man of similarly young and virile age. Blonde, as opposed to the chesnut locks of the man before him.\n\n\"My illustrious shining star, Diana, I have prepared dinner for you! It is your favorite!\"\n\n\"Oh my, hear that? Sorry, little girls, but I've got some things to attend to! If you need anything, please ask my associate.\" Diana flung magic energy towards a young aspen by the riverbank. As she sauntered away, the plant morphed and mutated. It twisted and curled, forming a vaguely human shape before pulling itself out of the ground.\n\nThe trio yelped as the creature lumbered closer, their shock and fear mounting. It stood a yard from them before a subtle but substantial mutation surfaced. A flower sprung from what one could assume was its crotch. Another flower that grew and blossomed, spiraling into the first and joined together until they were indistinguishable from one another.\n\nIt was a phallus, or at least the approximation of what a magically persuaded prokaryotic being could provide. The girls looked on with differing reactions.\n\nThe mage shocked, and wide-eyed. The fighter, blushing and sweating. And the barbarian sporting a smile. Things just got interesting.\n\nAlmost sensing her anticipation, the woodman lumbered toward Helga, grabbing her hips with course wood hands. The feeling was a stark contrast to the soft-looking skin of the wood golem's cock which neared Helga's crotch.\n\nThe tree tore away the tiny loincloth covering her cunt, and aligned its shaft with her wet slit. Up the thing's hips went, launching its erection through the barbarian's pussy. Helga groaned with absolute delight. Her tough, above-it-all mask was shattered, revealing what her true desires were.\n\n\"Gods... its like a real cock...!\" She rejoiced, panting heavily and letting loose her voice as the faux cock dug deeper into her body.\n\nThe other two girls could do naught but stare... and secretly hope their turn comes soon."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [Meta] Christmas Contest: "The Spirit of Giving"
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"content": "Here's my contest entry:\n\n**Holiday Spirit**\n-----------------------------\n\nAurora floated through the icy forest on the outskirts of the snow-covered Washington logging town. Heavy snow blanketed the many houses in the blizzard conditions trapping everyone indoors, making it even easier for holiday spirits to navigate the cities.\n\nAurora would soon find the fellow she would grant Christmas cheer to this year, as she descended invisibly to peek through the cozy cabin window. \n\nInside, Jack, her beneficiary this year, and his crush, Kate, would be watching a movie together. Of course, Aurora instantly knew what Jack wanted: for Kate to finally confess her love through the years of their friendship.\n\nAurora found it quite ridiculous that the two of them obviously liked each other and even more ridiculous how they hid it for the sake of \"friendship\". This just wouldn't do. No, all they needed was a little *push*. \n\nAurora passed through the walls of the kitchen and when Jack went to get the cocoa powder, poured her packet of magical truth dust into the boiling milk. With an elvish grin, she slipped back out and went to watch the show outside the window again. \n\nIt didn't take long before Jack and Kate were sharing cocoa leaving Aurora anticipating the payoff of her \"help\" this year. \n\nAurora could hear, through the walls, on how comfortable the two were getting. Through Jack's awkward stammers of how comfortable he felt around Kate to Kate's reciprocation, the two got closer and closer. \n\nAurora could not hide her grin as she watched the two kissing. She could tell how much they enjoyed the taste of hot chocolate on each other's tongues and feel the warmth of the steamy scene. The television continued on with some holiday classic but the two friends no longer cared, now appreciating each others' company in a different manner. \n\nAurora soon left the two alone, floating off into the forest content with another job well-done. \n\n~~-----------------------------------------------------------------------------~~\n\nJack had no idea what had come over him when he confessed. The feelings had finally bubbled over and, just when he thought he had botched things up with their friendship, Kate had surprisingly felt the same. It didn't matter now, no, with her warmth in his arms. \n\nThe couch wasn't exactly big but it had more than enough space for the two of them to explore each other. Things just naturally fell in place as Jack felt his hands slide under her knitted sweater, fondling those perky breasts he had caught himself looking at many times. \n\nKate's lips were so soft, sweetened with the rich cocoa the two had been enjoying a second ago before things had gotten…interesting. The sweater came off as the two made out passionately, clothes dropping to the floor. Their love for each other burned hotter than the fireplace crackling by the tree and it wouldn't be long before they would be one. \n\nKate's petite body rocked against Jack's, grinding against his hardness through his boxers as her delicate fingers caressed his face. She liked his nerdy demeanor, delicately taking off his glasses and setting them next to the cups of cocoa. Their tongues passionately pushed against each other as Kate stroked Jack's length, hand sliding under his waistband. \n\nThe transition to a different position was seamless as Kate crawled over, knees next to Jack's head, and took his length in her mouth. Panties slid off as a wet tongue finally got the taste it wanted, moans rocking through both their bodies. The two \"friends\" were now so much more; they had become lovers.\n\nThe passionate lovemaking continued on, Kate shivering from orgasm within half an hour and Jack feeling rather close to finishing. Jack would barely last five minutes more as he softly moaned, pumping burst after burst of wetness down Kate's throat, Kate hungrily swallowing. \n\nThe two would cuddle for a bit, in the nude before going for round after round until they decided they had enough, using the restroom and cuddling together, fading to sleep. As Jack held his new lover close, he felt a sense of holiday spirit he had never felt before. *I'm so damn lucky,* Jack thought, drifting off to sleep holding her close to his chest."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: As a show of peace, the human princess shall marry the monster princess. The human princess is terrified of what that will entail...but the monster princess hopes to soothe her fears and win her heart.
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"content": "“My name is Aiunna. Lady Aiunna of Gleunberre, my homeland. I am daughter of the king. I am what your people call a ‘Lamia’, or a ‘Naga’, though many people simply call us snake-people. I am fit to marry Pearl of Quincey, a human land.”\n\nI repeated those words to myself while making my way down the hall, rearranging the sentences and phrasing as I did, in the hopes that I would eventually believe it. A naga marrying a human?? Unheard of. Unacceptable, even, in some cultures. But, alas, here we are. \n\nIn all honesty, I worried more for her sake than for mine. Humans are more multitudinous, and more technologically oriented than us naga, but a single naga can be known to take 5, even 10 men in battle. Our tails are vast compared to them, and even the more ‘human’ parts of our body are nearly double as big as those of a regular human. So, the idea of a human on her own marrying a naga like me, must have been harrowing to think about. \n\nI made my way down the hallway of one of the human castles, where Naga regularly visited to discuss politics. The princess and I had been set to meet here for the first time, two weeks before our wedding would be celebrated. It was my hope to calm her, and comfort her before the ceremony. \n\nI opened the small human-door to her chambers, peeking inside. Before me stood a human, facing away, towards the window. I did not know if it was out of ignorance, spite, or fear that she did not turn back to me, but I cared not to find out. I knew my tail wouldn’t fit entirely in this room, so I simply fit enough of myself through that the remainder of my tail would lay outside. \n\n“Madam Pearl, I take it?”\n\nI watched as she slowly turned around, a mixture of fear and disgust hiding behind her noble expression. \n\n“And you are ...Aiunna, I presume.”\n\nHer human voice was much higher than mine, thanks to the smaller body. I remained on the opposite side of the room, knowing her discomfort would worsen if I neared her. Her face was, admittedly, beautiful. Fair and dainty, in the way many humans’ faces were. Her tiara rest stop a lovely set of wavy brown hair, and her body would’ve been a beautiful thing to admire, if not for the obvious and off-putting body language she displayed towards me. \n\n“I assure you, Pearl, I do not wish for this to be an unpleasant partnership.”\n\n“I know so, and you think as much in terms for yourself, but about me, I doubt you cast a second look.”\n\nShe responded quickly, folding her arms. She looked directly into my eyes, something I feared she would do. \n\nNaga have another ability, which affects humans greatly. While you humans may be skilled in the ways of tools, mathematics, and philosophy, us naga are skilled with hypnotism. I, being a leader of my people, had been blessed with a powerful ability to hypnotize lesser creatures with my eyes. It’s not an ability I ever asked for, but it was one bestowed upon me thanks to my royal status. I find it inconvenient, more a roadblock to communication than an advantage. \n\nAs she looked at me, I could already see her eyes start to soft-focus as she looked at mine. I quickly diverted my gaze. \n\n“Mrs Pearl, I insist, I wish for this to be pleasant for both of us.”\n\n“In the same way I’m sure a bear wishes for his partnership with a fish in a river to be pleasant for both as well, I take it?”\n\n“Of course not, princess.”\n\nI continued to keep my eyes facing away from her, down towards the floor. My hand covered them from her as well, to be safe. \n\n“I wish for this to be fruitful for you, as it is for me.”\n\nAfter a long, upset pause, she continued. “How can you say you wish for pleasant partnership when you refuse to even look at me, snake?!”\n\nShe seemed much more aggressive about our soon-to-be marriage than I was hoping. \n\n“M-ma’am, I’m averting my gaze for your sake-“\n\n“Well, enough with it! If I’m to marry a beast like you, at least I ought to be able to look at it!”\n\n“But princes-“\n\n“Enough! I must look at my bride-to-be!”\n\nI have into her demands quickly, hoping to calm her. I stared into her star-like hazel eyes once more, and watched as their focus slowly started to fade again. Knowing I could not avert my own gaze, for fear of upsetting her further, I instead approached. Her angered stance gave way to a more relaxed, tired posture, as she looked at me. I made my way to her, and blocked her eyes with my hands. \n\n“un... h... ynhand.. unhand- unhand me. Unhand me! You snake!”\n\nShe came to her senses once more, fighting my grip around her face immediately. \n\n“Princess, I assure you, looking into my eyes is not-“\n\n“Unhand ME!!”\n\nI quickly let her go, but turned her towards the window again. \n\n“You must listen! You cannot look at me, your mind may not stay solid if you do.”\n\n“You question my mental ability, beast?? How dare!”\n\nShe throws her arms to the side, then holds her hips in annoyance. \n\n“Call me stupid once more and I’ll... I’ll...”\n\nShe’s turned to look at me, and I knew my attempts to stop her would lead to more aggression. Perhaps some time to let her mind drift away would help her temper. \n\n“Do you feel better now, princess?”\n\nShe stared, her eyes now unnatural and fixated on mine, like those of a reptile. \n\n“I... feel... safe...”\n\nMany humans felt that way when under my charm. Especially those who feel comfortable having a figure above them to tell them what to do. \n\n“Princess, I’m afraid you need to sleep. This marriage has you in shambles, and some time to come to terms with it is necessary.”\n\n“Sleep... that sounds lovely, madam Aiunna...”\n\nShe hobbled her way to her well-made bed, and unceremoniously fell asleep on it. \n\nI, being the romantic that I always have been, made my way to the bed, sitting over her little human body, watching her breath roll up and down. I laid down next to her, as much as I could, to look at her peaceful face. \n\n“Princess, I promise to never take advantage of you, or coerce you into becoming something you’re not. My abilities are unavoidably potent, and we’ll take steps to dampen them for you, but during the times when you’ve fallen under my trance, I promise never to take advantage of you, or change you for my gain.”\n\nI reached out and touched my finger against her cheek. \n\n“I will only ever treat you with dignity and respect, and I will only ever use my powers to help you.”\n\nI smiled, as if she could hear any of that. She likely could not, now thanks to the light snores emanating from her, but it felt important to say all this to her as soon as possible. There would likely not be another time soon to say those words, but I promised myself I would make sure she heard them as soon as she was willing to listen to me. \n\nIt would be a long process, but I was committed to making sure she would find this partnership to be pleasant. \n\nI’d make sure of it."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Today is the annual Slut Pride Parade
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"content": "Janine slid into the crowd, at once thankful and regretful that she was so good at being stealthy and unnoticed. \n\nThe parade was well underway, and hundreds if not thousands of shameless, half naked women gyrated in the street to hypnotic sitar music that was being blared by the floats they were dancing around. The floats themselves were largely paper Mache depictions of various women in various lewd poses, always *almost* naked.\n\nThat was the thing about sluts—yes it was well known that they enjoyed dropping their panties, but they enjoyed the tease just as much. The floats were nearly pornographic—but only *nearly.* No nipples were shown, and all the figures were wearing daisy dukes. \n\nJanine brushed her long black hair out of her olive face. She had the body for being a slut, with large breasts that needed no bra to be shapely, a big butt, and a perfectly waxed pussy. Even her facial features, like her startlingly blue eyes, were alluring.\n\nUnfortunately, Janine had a fairly high-profile job as a secretary for one of the largest law firms in the city. She was always sitting in the front office and was the first thing high-paying clients saw when they came in. Being a slut was off limits to someone who had to keep company image in mind.\n\nShe had always had a high sex drive. Growing up, Janine found herself lusting after the ability to shake off the oppressiveness of her huge family’s overbearing orthodoxy. Of course, she was a Good Greek Girl and got a job at her family’s firm as soon as she was old enough and had been there for ten years.\n\nJanine found that she had wandered to the front of the street, only two steps away from the ongoing festivities. Two women, both stunning blonds, were dancing with and around each other in seductive, hypnotic circles that drew her attention. One of the women locked eyes with her—Janine felt herself blush furiously and grow immediately wet. She’d always wondered what it would be like to be with another woman…\n\n“Come dance!” Janine snapped back to the present to find that the one she had locked eyes with had stopped her revelries long enough to pause and speak to her.\n\n“Oh no, I couldn’t, my boss would—” Of course, her boss being her uncle made that worse.\n\n“They won’t know! See?” The woman pulled something out of a small pouch on her hip—a masquerade mask. It was white with purple sequins and feathers around it and matched her current dress perfectly! Janine stared at it, as hypnotized by the idea of anonymity as she had been by the dancing.\n\nJanine would later not remember how she got out into the streets. Subconsciously she called upon the pole dancing classes she’d taken in secret and moved effortlessly around the streets, using them as the dance floor they were now meant to be. Extending her legs high above her head, then out forward as she swayed her upper body in an arc, bending forward and thrusting her butt out as she folded her top half against her bottom half and then simply standing and twirling, one leg up by her ear.\n\nShe was lost in the dance, in the interpretive exaltation of throwing off her upbringing. The crowd was easily heard over the music, but it was even larger than the parade. Noone would know! Noone would know. She was safe, and finally free.\n\nShe felt a body behind hers but didn’t slow her dance. The other woman wrapped her arms around Janine and effortlessly moved in smooth sync with her, matching all her movements—as if she had taken the same classes. Perhaps she had, but Janine’s mind was too fuzzy to even find it strange that this other arm was on top of hers, extending like a ballerina, guiding her arm over their necks.\n\nWhen she felt the other woman begin to kiss her neck, Janine didn’t resist. She didn’t resist when she felt the other woman’s free hand begin to caress her breasts through thin fabric, to the contrary she leaned her head back and moaned in pleasure. \n\nThe entire city was noise, noise and pleasure, sitar music and laughter and jeering and cheering, and no one would know that Janine was moaning louder and louder as the woman slid her hands under Janine’s arm holes, groping at her bare breasts. Janine intentionally let out a loud scream of pleasure, empowered by the knowledge that it was okay, that thousands of people might be seeing her be pleasured and that it was still a secret. Her scream wouldn’t be audible to anyone but the woman pleasuring her and maybe a few passersby! Total anonymity in the crowd of thousands. \n\n“Welcome to sluthood, sister,” the woman laughed in her ear. A moment later Janine felt herself alone on the street, gasping and swaying as her mind hazed. She was drunk with arousal, unable to think clearly for the first time in her life—and it was the best feeling in the world! She wanted more. She wanted physical pleasure, here in the crowd, she wanted to…\n\nThat’s when she saw him. Dirk was a member of the accounting section of the firm where she was a lowly secretary. He was shirtless, wearing only lycra boxers in fact. Janine approached him.\n\nIt wasn’t unusual for revelers to have sex at the parade. Revelers would commonly have sex, in many forms, with crowdmembers if they consented. Dirk was single and *always* horny—she overheard the pervert making the lewdest of jokes with his male coworkers all the time.\n\nAnd now Janine *wanted* him. She walked over and looked him straight in the eye. “I want your dick,” she said simply.\n\nDirk’s eyes got wide in shock, and Janine felt another shock of pleasure in her loins at the power she suddenly had. He didn’t argue when she pushed him against a lamppost and kissed him deeply—in fact, he returned the kiss fervidly. \n\nA moment later he whipped her around and pulled her dress up above her hips. He felt his front against her back, his lips by her ear. “I want you too. Do you consent?”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The dares in this game of truth or dare just get lewder and lewder...
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"content": "Usually on New Years they’d be hosting a big party, but obviously this December 31st was different. Just the three of them, three good friends & flatmates, drunk & bored.\n\nThe dares had started out tame enough; Amy had had to sing for them all, Steve had eaten a spoonful of tea leaves. Then someone had started with dares to drink shots of the foul-tasting liqueur another friend had brought back from holiday for a joke.\n\nThe drink was strong, with a hot, spicy taste to it. After 3 or 4 shots you stopped noticing how vile it was, & instead you noticed how loose your inhibitions were getting. Emma dared Amy to take her top off, Amy did the same on her turn, & before they knew it both girls were down to just their knickers \n\nSteve had the biggest grin on his face. He’d never seen either of his hot housemates topless before, & now they both were. Even better, it was his turn to set the dare. “Emma I dare you to kiss Amy”\n\nBoth the girls laughed nervously. If this dare had come earlier in the night it would’ve been nothing, but now they were both nearly naked, & that made it feel very different. Obviously Amy was going to do it though, a dares a dare after all.\n\nAmy scooted up the sofa next to her friend, put her arm around her, and said “hey” in a low, deep voice - her best impression of some overconfident man you’d meet in a bar. Both girls started laughing again, suddenly a little less nervous about the kiss.\n\nEmma leaned in toward her friend, just a little, & Amy filled the gap, meeting Emma’s open mouth with a firm but gentle tongue. Amy had always considered herself straight (well, straight-ish) but she found herself really enjoying the kiss. She took Emma’s face in both her hands, & continued to explore her mouth.\n\nEmma let out a soft little moan, & that seemed to break the spell, causing both girls to break away & laugh again. Emma blushed a deep red, but when she met Amy’s gaze she knew her friend had enjoyed it too.\n\n“Amy... I dare you to suck my tits”\n\n“Oh, I can’t do that”\n\nEmma blushed again, horrified that she’d overstepped the mark with her friend.\n\n“Oh god, I’m sorry, I-I didn’t” she stammered out an apology\n\nAmy interrupted her “I couldn’t do it because it’s my turn to dare you, remember?”\n\nEmma felt a wave of relief wash over her, before Amy continued\n\n“Emma, I dare you to let me suck your tits”\n\nEmma felt like her heart was going to jump out of her chest. The pulse in her knickers began to beat harder too. She shyly nodded her head, & lay back on the sofa.\n\nAmy started out delicately kissing Emma’s stomach. That wasn’t the dare, but Emma didn’t care. Suddenly she switched to gently kissing Emma’s face & neck. Steve was sat watching, in just his boxers & t-shirt, with his mouth hanging slackly open, & an obvious stiffness in his pants\n\nFinally Amy moved to Emma’s chest. Her tits weren’t very big, but they were quite sensitive, & she’d always loved having a boyfriend kiss them. She started slowly, kissing & caressing her friends breasts, before starting with playful little bites, & then sucking Emma’s nipples. \n\nIt was almost enough to make her cum right then. Her breathing got slow & shaky. She’d never imagined this would happen, & she’d never thought she’d enjoy being watched either. Steve clearly had his hand in his boxers now & was stroking himself \n\n“Amy I dare you to eat my pussy”. The smile on Amy’s face was just what Emma wanted to see. She was worried that Amy would be put off when she saw Emma hadn’t shaved recently, but Amy just slipped her friends knickers off, & buried her face in Emma’s hot, wet cunt\n\nLong, slow licks, & kisses on her lips, before switching to sucking Emma’s clit. Amy pushed her thumb inside her friend, using her forefinger to gently stroke Emma’s perineum. Steve now openly had his cock out & was masturbating\n\nEmma was so close to cumming, & knew exactly what she needed to put her over the top. “Steve I dare you to cum on my tits”. He didn’t need asking twice.\n\nThe tension in Emma’s body broke, she began to gasp & buck her body against Amy’s face. That was all Steve needed to see, & he sprayed cum all over his flat mates chest. Emma had accidentally become the star attraction in her own porno, & she’d never loved anything more. She turned & pushed her face into the cushions on the couch to stifle her increasingly loud moans, & let the orgasm powerfully wash over her\n\nAmy moved up her friends happily aching body, kissing her still sensitive, cum-covered chest, & sending little spasms of pleasure rippling through her. They kissed again, Amy’s tongue coated in Steve’s cum. The New Year looked like it might turn out alright after all"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] sexy spirit
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"content": "* Bedsheets. Good for holding down a helpless girl while the pillows do the humping this time.\n* A comfy chair now ripples and vibrates when the right person sits in it\n* A doorknob, that forces arousal on whoever touches it\n\nSaw you're into humiliation, so...\n\n* Your phone and charger cord. It takes pictures or video or audio when you're not aware, splicing it together and wrecking all your social media with posts begging for cock from guys you don't know or don't like. And the cord can be used to tie back hands as the posts keep uploading."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A laboratory (or secluded mad scientist) successfully creates the world's first animal-human hybrid (furry/anthro, gender and species of your choice), and are eager to test out, among other things, the new creature's sexual prowess.
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"content": "**Item #**: SCP-6000\n\n**Object Class**: Safe\n\n**Special Containment Procedures**: SCPs 6000-1 through 3 are being kept at Site-[REDACTED], located at [REDACTED], United States. SCP-6000-1 is to be kept in a stimulated wilderness enclosure, about the size of a typical zoo exhibit, surrounded on all sides by reinforced plexiglass. SCP-6000-1 is to be provided food and water at least once every two days by two or three male D-class personnel, provided with tasers and panic buttons for safety.\n\nSCPs 6000-2 and 6000-3 are being kept for observation and study in the laboratory section of Site-[REDACTED], being cared for by the scientific staff, and fed and given water at their discretion. Due to their nature, no further containment measures are required.\n\n**Description**: SCPs 6000-1, 6000-2, and 6000-3 are three humanoid anomalies being kept at Site-[REDACTED]. They appear to be some sort of hybrids between human and animal, with their overall size and body structure on par with average humans. But they possess characteristics specifically attributable to animals. Specifically, the specimens are covered head to toe with biologically grown fur, with fur patterns consistent with that of a grey wolf; ears at the top of the head as seen in canines; a tail sprouting out of their backsides; elongated muzzle as seen with canines; similar teeth; clawed hands and feet with overall structure of a paw; and eyes comparable to that of a typical wolf.\n\nSCP-6000-1 was discovered during a Foundation raid on a small, remote laboratory hidden in the woods of [REDACTED], United States suspected of being involved with [REDACTED] to create anomalous entities to be used as weapons on their behalf. The full report on what was discovered at the laboratory can be accessed here: [ACCESS DENIED]. SCP-6000-1 was taken to Site-[REDACTED] for observation, where it was determined that it was male, and that aside from its physical characteristics it had no other anomalous characteristics, and could be contained without too much effort. During these examinations, it was determined to be notably stronger and possess higher stamina than a typical human, presumably a result of the as of yet unknown process with which it was created in the laboratory. A proposal to terminate SCP-6000-1 upon these determinations was rejected, with further analysis being ordered.\n\nFurther analysis quickly concluded that the creature was still in a wild state of mind, demonstrating behavior in line with that of a typical wolf when first enclosed in its containment room. X-rays and other examinations concluded that its body structure is quite similar to that of a human male, including its brain. It has been theorized that it, or any offspring it might produce, could be educated into human toddler or prehistoric human like intelligence. It has been determined that the creature will have a life span of about 81 years, close to that of an average human.\n\nSCPs 6000-2 and 6000-3 were born in Site-[REDACTED] after an incident involving SCP-6000-1 and a female D class. See Addendums 6000-1 and 6000-2.\n\n**Addendum 6000-1**: Prior to the proper cataloguing of SCP-6000, interim containment protocols were set in place similar to those formally approved and adopted by the Foundation. A single member of D-class personnel of either gender would enter the containment chamber at least once every two days to deliver food and water. However, soon after initial containment of SCP-6000-1 at Site-[REDACTED] an attempted containment breach of SCPs [REDACTED] occurred on [REDACTED]. At this time, a female D-class was inside the containment chamber. The doors automatically sealed and locked to prevent any further escape, leaving her trapped with SCP-6000-1. In about a half hour, the creature slowly began to get more aggressive as it presumably grew aroused, eventually forcing her to the ground as it engaged in reproduction. The D-class ended up pregnant from the incident with SCPs 6000-2 and 6000-3.\n\nVideo of incident: [DATA EXPUNGED]\n\n**Addendum 6000-2**: SCP-6000-2 and SCP-6000-3 appear quite similar to SCP-6000-1, also possessing distinct wolf characteristics. The mother was relieved of her D-class duties to be monitored by the science staff during the pregnancy, and to take care of the offspring soon after birth. Then she was administered class A amnestics and put back on D-class duties. Attempts to educate them from birth have yielded limited results, with them being able to understand basic commands in English and learning to walk on two legs.\n\n**Addendum 6000-3**: After a containment breach at Site-19, SCP-049 was temporarily transferred to Site-[REDACTED] (where it is being kept at the time of writing) and was allowed to temporarily stay in SCP-6000-1's containment chamber after site administration deemed the risk of SCP-049 becoming hostile towards it was acceptable. SCP-049 did not become hostile towards it, or towards SCP-6000-2 and SCP-6000-3 when it was later moved to the science section and put in the same room as them. A curious inquiry from Dr. [REDACTED] of the lab division confirmed that SCP-049 did not find them to be afflicted with \"the Pestilence\". SCP-049 requested to examine them for its own medical curiosity. Request pending."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: It was well known that Elizabeth always followed through on her bets when she lost. Unfortunately, today this led to her being completely naked and at the mercy of her friends.
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"content": "\"This...is kind of slow....\" Kelly said, absentmindely swishing her beer as the four of them watched the game from the kitchen.\n\nCalvin grinned. \"Well why don't we make it more interesting. $20 says the next guy strikes out.\"\n\n\"Well...I don't have much cash...\" she said, clearly tempted. \n\nHis girlfriend Mimi chimed in, quite hammered. \"You could bet your dress!\" Calvin shrugged, more than happy with the wager, happier still that she had okayed such a thing. \n\nKelly chuckled. The risk was low, she had underwear today. Not even that cheeky from the cut. She could won money and all they'd could win is a peak at her beer belly. \"Deal, I'm no prude.\"\n\nThey all tuned back in to see a fairly decisive strikeout. \nKelly smiled and grabbed the hem, then pulled it off quickly. She did a small \"tada\" motion, but was confused by the interest in their eyes and loose jaws. She glanced at her knickers. \"Oh shit!\" Her arms shot across her modest cut but fairly sheer underwear.\n\n\"Little late for that, haha\" Calvin teased, satisfied with his victory.\n\n\"Yeah and a bit of a takesies-backsies.\" Mimi pushed her arms aside. \"Haha, I forgot they were pierced.\"\n\nKelly's blush somehow intensified. \"Mimi...\"\n\n\"Oh what are you so embarassassed about?! I wish I had fat titties like that.\" Mimi said, she drunkenly giggled at herself. After a beat she saw looked from Kelly's chest to see her humiliated yet judgemental face. \"Sorry, I'll look away!\"\n\nKelly too averted her eyes to look back at the game, desperate for a distraction. Failing she glanced back to find Mimi's eyes had only migrated south to check out her grooming, with Calvin's more subtle gaze also noticeable. Kelly threw her arms up, giving in. \"Take it in, get it over with!\" She did a slow turn, which actually did make her feel more in control. It also made her realize how wet she was.\n\n\"Oh wow...what an ass!\" Mimi delighted. \"Can I touch it?\" she asked casually.\n\n\"Ummm..\"\n\n\"How about that vs $50 on this guy getting a hit.\"\n\nSeconds after Kelly instinctively said deal the batter made a text book line drive. As soon as he crossed the base she felt slender hands playing with her cheeks.\n\n\"Hehe so soft. What's your secret? I need help\"\n\nCalvin came over and slapped and groped Mimi's ass. \"Oh c'mon now, you know love this...\" Kelly jumped a little as she realized one of the hands on her was his. \"Also very nice though...\"\n\nMimi traced a hotspot on her back. \"Hehe you're so red. This unusual for you?\" She teased.\n\n\"Well, yeah.\"\n\n\"I'm surprised, it wasn't that difficult. You sure you're not into it?\" He joked, a little too savvy for her. \n\n\"Hahaha, poor Kelly.\" She stepped closer, wrapping her arms around her squirming friend. They watched the game as mimi's hands absentmindely glided over Kelly's body. One slowed down, savouring her lower belly, a finger breaching her waistband. She whispered, giggling, \"I've got another wager for you...\"\n\n\n(Feedback welcome, hope you enjoyed this little scene)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You’re conflicted. An imposter has replaced your SO, but they are so caring (and better in bed) that you don’t want to confront them just yet.
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"content": "Life was finally going great for Diana.\n\nShe got that promotion that she wanted, even after that bitch Brittany went to the extent of sleeping around to get that promotion. They have paid off the mortgage on their house. Her children have gone to their grandparents house for the summer leaving the house all alone for her and her husband.\n\nSpeaking of her husband Peter, he has changed recently. Not by just a little.hr has changed a lot over a short period of time. Now he is more hard working, helps her with household chores and has been incredibly romantic and has been taking her to multiple dates in the past month. \n\nJust like today. After another wonderful date this evening, here she was in the parking lot bent over her car as her husband raised her dress over her hips. His fingers trailed over her pussy lips and lightly tickling her clit, \"looks like some one's ready to be taken.\" She heard him say as he grinded his cock on her ass.\n\nA moan was all the answer she gave as she pushed her ass back at him. Non verbally asking him to just take her. \n\nShe was vaguely aware of her phone ringing in her purse, but her mind was preoccupied with the upcoming pleasure she was going to experience.\n\n\"Take the phone call, my slut.\" Peter orderd, his cock head nuzzling her pussy lips. \n\n\"But- fine.\" She complied, wanting to get the phone call out of the way. \n\n\"Hello who is it?\" She asked the unknown number.\n\n\"Diana! Oh god I am so happy to hear your voice. Look listen to me. I am the real Peter. Something happened and the one living with you is an imposter.\" Said the voice which was clearly my husband's.\n\n\"Wha-\" was all she could say before her husband, or the imposter, thrust his full length inside of her, hitting all the right spots in her pussy.\n\n\"All of this might sound crazy but this is the truth. Look I can explain more when we meet someplace without the imposter knowing. I can even prove my-\" that was as far he got to, at which point she cut off the call.\n\n\"Who was it?\" the imposter asked, as he pulled her hair back, his lips kissing on her neck while his cock ravaged her pussy.\n\n\"Wrong number\" was all the reply she gave before she let herself be engulfed in pleasure."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When asked how she does it, an on stage sextoy tester answered "It's not that I don't get embarrassed from all those people watching me, it's that that embarrassment REALLY turns me on"
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"content": "Amy only applied for the job as a joke, though it seemed much less funny when she got an interview, and it suddenly became very serious when she found out how good the salary was. She really couldn't believe she was going to be paid that much to stay home and masturbate all day - it was too good to be true.\n\nTurns out, it really was too good to be true. There were several reasons why they couldn't take the toys off-site; intellectual property theft was a surprisingly big one. Amy still shrugged it off - they probably had some private rooms specially built for this sort of thing. Amy anticipated maybe she'd wear something to measure her heart rate or whatever. She told the interview panel she was happy to work on-site. \n\nA few days later she was invited to the final stage of the recruitment process, something they described as \"an in-person assessment\". The first interview had seemed normal enough, so Amy of course accepted.\n\nThe day began with a tour of the factory. Amy was introduced to so many people she had no chance of remembering even half their names, but they were all super friendly so she felt pretty relaxed. She hadn't yet been told what these final stage would really involve, though she assumed it was probably an interview with someone senior in HR.\n\nFinally she was showed into another room. Brightly lit, and all in white, it was a busy hub filled fill people in labcoats. In the middle was a small, circular raised platform. Dr Rostrum came and shook Amy warmly by the hand, and then asked her to go stand on the platform.\n\nAmy stepped up and looked around at the sea of expectant faces. Was she supposed to have prepared a presentation, or a speech? No one had told her what was about to happen\n\n\"sorry, er, Dr Rostrum? I... I don't have anything prepared, I didn't know...\"\n\n\"oh, you're quite alright Amy - this is the final stage here, nothing to worry about\".\n\nTwo nurses joined her at either side on the stage. Well, they were sort of dressed like nurses, but their dresses were latex. Skin tight, very short, barely covering their bums.\n\nOne produced a tape measure, and took Amy's height. The other did the same her waist, and then they both called out the measurements. A woman in the front row scribbled notes on her clipboard, and Amy felt like she was going to die of embarrassment already.\n\nDr Rostrum called out \"excellent, please proceed\"\n\nThe nurses began to remove Amy's clothes.\n\nAmy called out \"hey, wait, what the-\" but didn't really struggle. They were so quick, practiced and efficient, she didn't really feel like she could stop them. They hade her completely bare in mere moments.\n\nAll Amy could do was try to cover her modesty with her hands.\n\nOne of the nurses called out \"Applicant is noted to be quite attractive, but not excessively so. Applicant is slim and fair skinned\"\n\nAgain the woman in the front row made notes.\n\n\"Applicant has small but well formed breasts\"\n\nAmy felt insulted \"hey, what, I never...\"\n\nShe was interrupted as the other nurse pinched her nipple, causing her to squeal in pain\n\n\"Applicant is noted to have quite sensitive nipples\"\n\nDr Rostrum nodded approvingly \"good, good\"\n\nStill the woman in the front was writing everything down. Amy could feel her face burning with embarrassment. This had to be a bad dream, and she would wake up any moment\n\n\"Applicant does not appear to have waxed, shaved or trimmed her vaginal area in some time\"\n\nAmy's face went an even deeper shade of crimson \"hey! look, no one told me I had to...\"\n\n\"Don't worry Amy, many of our customers prefer to be unshaven too\" Dr Rostrum reassured her\n\n\"ok, but why am I...\"\n\n\"please proceed. I think given Nurse Johnson's findings in regards to nipple sensitivity we shall try Series XIII if all agree?\"\n\nMen in lab coats nodded enthusiastically with Dr Rostrum's suggestion"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Jenna can only reliably get to orgasm with two simultaneous things: 1) She has to ‘Jill’ herself off (play with her own clit, or a vibrator). And 2) a guy has to cum in her mouth (jacking himself off) — and his cum hitting her tongue is what triggers her orgasm. But how did she discover this??
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"content": "Jenna turned on her side to get comfy as Brandon got into bed. He slide across the mattress to cuddle up to his girlfriend, and she immediately felt a familiar stiffness pressing against her bum.\n\nShe glanced over her shoulder to see Brandon's optimistic eyes looking back\n\n\"oh hi babe... er, how are you?\" he said, trying to pretend he wasn't up to anything\n\nJenna rolled her eyes \"B, I am way too tired and comfortable to be having sex with you right now\"\n\nBrandon made a funny face, his best impression of sad puppy eyes, and she couldn't help but laugh. Brandon was a good guy, this was as far as he would go with pressuring her, but she did feel kinda bad for turning him down\n\nShe turned over fully \"ok, because I know work has been stressy for you lately, and because I don't want to have *that* in the small of my back all night, I will make you a deal\"\n\nHis eyebrows raised, hopefully\n\n\"I will take off my vest, and if you want you can wank onto my tits. I might even talk a little dirty, but thats all ok?\"\n\nB looked like all his Christmasses had come at once\n\n\"I have three rules though, ok? you break the rules and I'm going back to sleep: 1. You gotta be quick; 2. you don't get it on my face; 3. you grab me a towel straight after so I can clean up\"\n\nBrandon readily agreed to the rules, and quickly jumped up to his knees as Jenna shuffled the blankets down to her waist, and then threw her vest top to the floor.\n\nAs soon as she lay back Brandon had his hands on her chest, gently caressing her breasts. He had always liked playing with her tits, and it did feel pretty nice to be fair, but Jenna decided to have a little fun with him anyway\n\n\"did I say you could play with my tits?\"\n\n\"oh shit! sorry, I-I just thought...\"\n\nShe laughed again. \"It's fine, just... come on, hurry up about it\". He didn't need telling again, and he began to stroke his erection with one hand, while still gently kneading her breasts - one then the other\n\n\"does that feel nice baby?\" Jenna purred. \"are you going to wank that big, hard cock for me? stroke it now baby\"\n\nJenna had to admit that it was kind of... weirdly sexy to watch him like this. Even though he was only really touching himself, she felt like she was in control.\n\nWhen she told him to stroke it faster, he picked up the pace. When she asked him what he wanted, he told her he was going to cum on her tits. \n\nJenna had been too tired for sex only moments ago but she was suddenly starting to feel hot, in every sense of the word. Admiring his big arms, his broad chest, his thick cock... Blood was rushing through her body. The more she told him how to wank over her, the wetter she was getting. She was going to have to touch herself too.\n\nShe kicked the blankets down to her feet, and shimmied out of her pyjama shorts so we was completely naked. Brandon couldn't help but steal a look at her pussy\n\n\"Does that look good baby? Look how wet I am for you\" Jenna teased two fingers along her glistening slit and then raised them to show him. \n\nAll Brandon could do was mutter \"oh fuck\" under his breath\n\n\"cum for me\" Jenna whispered \"cum all over me while I cum for you\". Her fingers felt so good as she touched herself. She was close herself already\n\nShe found herself moaning \"do it faster baby, wank that cock as fast as you can for me\". She was already applying increasing pressure to her clit, and she knew exactly what she wanted to put her over that delicious edge.\n\n\"Brandon I want you to cum on my face\"\n\n\"w-what?\" she'd never wanted that before, so Jenna wasn't surprised that she'd caught him off-guard\n\n\"cum on my face baby... I need it\"\n\nHe definitely liked the sound of that \"oh fuck, oh... *fuck*, thats so hot\". His hand was really pumping now\n\nJenna was on the precipice now. Normally she enjoyed sex, but rarely actually orgasmed. She was so close, aching to finish herself\n\n\"I'm going to count down ok? We're going to cum at the same time... you're going to shoot that spunk all over my face when I get to 1\"\n\nBrandon's eyes were closed now, he was biting his lip, but he nodded his head. Jenna closed her eyes too, and brought her free hand up to her throat so she could choke herself lightly.\n\n\"Ten... nine... keep going baby... eight... ah, *oh fuck*...\"\n\nShe was so close. Jenna's fingers squeezed a little tighter at her own throat\n\n\"s-seven... six... oh, shit... we're going to cum together baby, keep wanking that cock for me... f-five... *four*...\"\n\nJenna heard Brandon gasp, and she never made it to another number, as she sprayed rope after rope of his cum across her face. Her mouth had been open, and so he'd gotten cum there too. This was something Jenna had never enjoyed before, but in this moment it felt almost magical, the taste almost heavenly.\n\nThe pressure broke in Jenna, and she orgasmed harder than she ever had before. For a moment there was a tension in her head unlike anything she'd ever experienced, and then it was all washed away in waves of the most perfect bliss. She pulled her boyfriend towards her, and began sucking at his still firm cock, making sure she got every drop of cum out that she could, and another, smaller orgasm rippled through her\n\nShe fell back to the bed, face still covered in streaks of cum, her heart racing and her cunt still throbbing with pleasure\n\nAll Brandon could do was grin as Jenna told him \"we're doing that again in the morning\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [Incest] Cuckolding my father
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"content": "\nMommy needs a bull\n\n\"Please, honey, I'm your mother it's nothing I haven't…\" Her words caught in her throat as my cock swung loose from my underwear. She was obviously drunk and a look of hunger gleamed in her eye as she was transfixed on my cock. \"Come in, before you get cold, baby.\"\n\n\nMy mother slid back in the hot tub with her heavy tits just above the water. They just got a nice new place with the hot tub my mother always dreamed of. I just came over to have supper, as planned, and mom was half drunk and dad had canceled. His new position at work had demanding hours. I consoled my mother, who was worried my father was cheating, and it led me here with my fat cock hanging out as I am about to jump in the hot tub with my own mother.\n\n\"Oh my, you grew quite a bit my dear.\" She grabbed her wine glass and took a long drink. Her gaze never left my cock until I broke her trance. \n\n\"It's not polite to stare.\" I said with a chuckle and slid into the tub.\n\n\"I'm sorry, dear.\" She said, licking her lips. \"It's just bigger than I expected. Bigger than…\" Her voice trailed off as her left hand went under the water. \"Well, bigger than I have ever seen. Can I touch it?\"\n\n\"Mom, I think you're drunk.\" \n\n\"You could touch me if you wanted.\" She had a sly sound in her voice. My cock started to harden at the thought of her. She slid next to me in the tub. Her fit body pressed against me and her hand curled around my cock without waiting for my permission. Before I knew it she was jacking me off to full hardness and giving me a full sensual kiss. \n\nMy hand explored her under the water. My fingers slid into her tight pussy as noise startled us. We both turned to see my father at the sliding door to the deck. Looking at us with wide eyes. \"Dwayne, I'm calling this. This is my pass.\" Mom said it while my fingers were still inside her.\n\n\"But, Beth, he's our son?\" He said in a weak voice.\n\n\"And he's gonna be inside me soon. So, if you don't like the idea look away.\" She never stopped stroking me as she spoke to him. \"Honey, do you want a blow job first or…\" \n\n\"Get up and bend over the side of the tub.\" I said it in a calm authoritative voice. She listened to me. He ass was presented to me as she looked directly at my father. He stood there in awe as I slid into his wife's tight cunt. \n\n\"He is so much bigger than you, baby.\" She cooed the words before I started my assault on her soft eager pussy. I didn't really pay any attention to my dad during all this. My attention was to her toned back and shapely ass as she slid up and down my shaft.\n\n\"Son, where are you gonna cum?\" My father's meek voice broke my concentration. He was standing there next to the hot tub stroking his dick furiously. I was surprised how much smaller he was than me.\n\n\"Honey cum inside your mommy's pussy. Claim me as yours!\" Mom was pushing back hard and screaming for my cum. Dad still came first shooting his load on the side of the tub. Mom laughed as she saw the look of embarrassment on his face. The laughter didn't last long as her muscles clenched and her whole body began to vibrate. Her pussy squeezed my dick hard and I knew she was cumming. The sensation caused me to empty my balls into her.\n\n\"Fuck, mom. You're amazing.\"\n\nWe got out of the tub and went to their bedroom. The two of us fucked and drank all night. Dad slept on the couch. When mom woke up she was horrified to find her son spooning her with his massive erection. Evidently she had a blackout, but after the shock passed she saw how big I was and got that same devilish look. \n\n\"Well I guess we already did it.\" Mom said as she grabbed my morning wood. \"So there is no reason to leave my son with blue balls.\"\n\nAfter reminding her of exactly what we did the night before, she was ready for me to move back in with them. "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Bookworm Housewife becomes a Bimbo
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"content": "As usual, I have lots of ideas, feel free to tweak/expand on/ignore any or all!\n\n&#x200B;\n\n* bored housewife joins an online book club that ships strange/obscure books to her house\n * could be run by a dom/domme who experiments with different magical commands woven into the pages and controls the club members through which books they receive, bending the women to his/her will\n* a strange book shows up on her shelf, only providing a single chapter in otherwise blank pages every day, that arouses mercilessly but constantly leaves a cliffhanger. she soon finds she can't get off until the main character does\n * or she ends up getting off far too often but can't put the book down, literally or figuratively\n * she also starts dressing/acting like the protagonist, a classic bimbo\n* a series of audiobooks gets into her head, and she starts to ignore everything other than the seductive voices of the sexy new series, and how arousing they are, stressing her marriage or making her so horny she fucks constantly, and listens to the books everywhere she goes, and starts to 'cosplay' like her favorite character, though she never breaks out of character \"by choice\"\n* husband gets her the most chauvinistic how-to for wives to behave; scoffing at first, soon she's taking notes, furiously reading more, rereading, and convincing and converting her feminist friends to the very bimbo-centric arguments contained within."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You had always noticed the girl’s [insert sport] team running in the mornings when you were on your way to the gym. You didn’t ever think anything of it, until you started noticing them running by in fewer and fewer clothes.
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"content": "[Part 1/2]\n\nI turned my head away from the icy early-morning-winds on my way to the gym when I saw the girl’s Track and field team running around the football field out of the corner of my eye. They were always out there at the same time every weekday with the same straight-postured, infuriatingly unwinded brunette running way out in front, only this time, the brunette was wearing clothes that were particularly unbefitting of the season. \n\nWinter was creeping up, yet all she had on was a sports bra and a pair of sprint briefs—which are like shorts that look closer to underwear. And that’s not unusual on its own—I had a sports bra and a similar pair of briefs under my warmer clothes, but I planned to run around the track *after* my workout when the track team was gone and the sun warmed things up—not early-morning when it was still freezing cold...\n\n“That girl must be from Alaska or something...” I thought to myself. But then I looked behind her at the other girls a few yards back.\n\nAll the girls were wearing the *same* shorts and bra! I blinked in surprise then furrowed my brows in confusion as I glanced around to see if anyone else was noticing this.\n\n“Jesus!” I muttered under my breath. “They must be freezing!”\n\nI guessed they must be dressing for maximum-efficiency to prepare for a competition or something, but come to think of it, they seemed to be wearing a little less every day. I tried to see if any of them looked cold, but their healthy strides and barely flushed cheeks told me they were fine. \n\nNow that I looked more closely at their unfatigued composures, I started wondering whether the brunette was up front due to actual talent, or if she was upfront out of some sort of necessity; it looked like any of these girls could overtake her or at least keep up if they tried. Maybe the brunette was the pace-setter? Did that make sense for a track and field team? I didn’t know.\n\n*Wham!*\n\nI was so distracted by the track team, I walked head-on into some guy (maybe he was distracted by the track team, too...). We exchanged pleasantries on contact:\n\n“Oof!”\n\n“Shit!”\n\nBefore I knew what happened, I felt the skin on my stomach and thighs begin to heat up rapidly; I gasped and looked down. The dude I ran into was holding a scalding hot coffee when I ran into him, and our collision made it explode all over my sweater and pants!\n\nI yelped and quickly stripped down before I burned, leaving me standing out in the cold weather in nothing but my sprint briefs and sports bra. He looked me up and down, slack-jawed.\n\n“Beat it.” I said with piercing eyes.\n\nHe scampered away, and I watched.\n\n“Hey!” A feminine voice called out now, “You’re late!”\n\nI turned towards the voice. It was a track and field girl.\n\n“Uh—“ I stuttered, realizing my attire must’ve made her think I was a member. “I’m not—“\n\n“Get on the track! And hand me your clothes!” She barked, not even waiting for my reaction but instead just grabbing my clothes from me and leading me by the arm to the track.\n\n“H-Hey! I’m not even part of track!” I exclaimed and tried to pull away, but she just gripped tighter, getting her nails involved. “Ah— ouch!” \n\nJeeze, she was strong... but she didn’t *look* that strong.\n\n“Just because you haven’t been accepted yet doesn’t mean you can show up this late for your tryout! Rebecca’s gonna be PISSED!” She fumed as she took me.\n\n“R-Rebecca? Tryouts?” \n\nShe looked me in the eyes like I’d just insulted her. “YES! Tryouts! Sophie, right??” She asked.\n\nMy eyes got big. “Y-yes, that’s me.”\n\nOh, no... did I accidentally sign up and not remember somehow?? I looked down and tried to think as hard as I could while she lead me along. Maybe I spoke with one of the track girls and they mistakenly thought I was interested in joining and signed me up... Yeah, that must’ve been it. I’d just talk to Rebecca—I’m assuming that’s the brunette—and—\n\nMy captor pulled my arm, stumbling me onto the track.\n\n“Run!” She shouted.\n\n I looked at her wide-eyed in surprise, wondering why there was such urgency. Suddenly, Rebecca whizzed by in front of me—so close that I could feel the air she was displacing, and I could smell her perfume. It smelled like incense, and had a warm vibe to it; perfect for this weather. Just then, the rest of the team whizzed by.\n\nI flinched and closed my eyes until they passed, but then I looked ahead—realizing the person I needed to talk with was now way ahead of me. I was about to run, but that chick who dragged me over here spanked me and screamed at me:\n\n“RUN!”\n\n“Ahh! I was going to! Why did you spank me?!”\n\n“Standard motivation procedure.” She said flatly, crossing her arms as the corner of her mouth turned up into a tiny smirk.\n\nI grimaced, then shrugged it off and started running, gaining on the girls since their pace was pretty tame; it seemed like they were going for distance rather than speed. But weirdly, each one I passed would turn and look at me in horror.\n\n“What the heck is up with this track team??” I thought to myself, trying not to make eye-contact with any of them. “Maybe they’re just surprised I’m running so fast? Am I messing up their formation?” I tried to justify it as best I could.\n\nI eventually caught up to Rebecca (who I now noticed had some kind of key necklace on), and I told her about the misunderstanding with my tryouts today.\n\n“Well, Sophia—“ She began with a warm voice, but I cut her off to correct her.\n\n“Sophie.”\n\n“Sophie— I can’t say I’m not sad to hear you won’t be joining us, but... how did you show up in today’s uniform if you didn’t know you had a tryout?”\n\n“O-oh,” I looked down at myself, “haha, this was just a weird coincidence.”\n\n“Hm...” She perked a brow and eyed me up and down.\n\nI gulped, hoping she wasn’t judging my bounce; this sports bra of mine was counterintuitively pretty unsupportive—not meant for running, but I used it for running anyways... for personal reasons.\n\n“Oh, no...” I had a silent epiphany... “was THAT why those girls were looking at me funny??”\n\nRebecca looked back up into my eyes and spoke:\n\n“Very well.” \n\nShe stopped running, and the whole team behind her stopped as well. \n\n“You’re free to go.”\n\nThe whole team—save for Rebecca—stared at me like they were expecting something bad to happen. I uncomfortably pursed my lips and looked toward the entrance where I was brought in, but my “captor” was nowhere to be found, and neither were my clothes.\n\nI whispered to Rebecca about my dilemma, and she smirked, closed her eyes, and nodded once.\n\n“Follow me, then. We’ll get you your clothes back from the locker-room; that’s where she would’ve taken them.”\n\nWhen we got to the locker room entrance, she used that key around her neck to unlock the door. She stood aside, holding the door open, and gestured me in with a sweep of her free hand. I entered, and she entered after me, closing the door behind us.\n\nI heard her lock the door, then she twisted my arm behind my back before I could even turn around to ask her why she locked it. She drove me towards the benches—perpendicular to us—in the center of the room. She was pushing me down at the same time she was moving me forward, so I could either have my knees run into the edge of the bench, or I could widen my stance and end up straddling the bench. I chose to widen my stance.\n\nMy crotch hit the bench a bit harder than I’d anticipated, but I didn’t have time to react before Rebecca had my whole body pressed face-down. She pulled my sprint briefs up in a wedgie, exposing my bare cheeks. I gasped and raised my head, which was unfortunately just what she needed to grab a handful of my hair.\n\nI heard some whirring and virring of what sounded like rope rubbing against rope at high speeds behind me, and suddenly that rope was pulling my hair into a tight ponytail, and the other end was tied off to my arms, which were pressed together behind my back, so now I couldn’t turn my head or look down. Rebecca stood behind me.\n\n*Thwack!*\n\nI screamed and involuntarily shuddered as my bare ass was smacked with something small and precise.\n\n“So first you show up late,” Rebecca began scolding in a now-cold, snake-like-hiss of a voice, “and then you try to lie to get out of tryouts.”\n\nI shake my head and protest. “No! I don’t even remember signing up!”\n\n“Tch, yeah right... like I’d forget a cute face like yours coming up and applying.”\n\n“I didn’t!—“\n\n*Thwack! Thwack!*\n\nI tensed up my booty, writhed, and bit my tongue to try and stifle two... moans?... that were trying to come out.\n\n“Thanks to your tardiness, we’re gonna have to speak to our professor, the headmistress.”\n\n“What professor willingly goes by ‘headmistress’?” I didn’t ask that part out loud... “Can’t you just *not* tell her??”\n\n“She already knows... We were gonna have to talk with her whether you showed up or not, but now that you *have*...”\n\nI wiggled against my binds, and when she was sure I couldn’t break free, she continued.\n\n“There’s no way you’re not joining this team.”\n\n“And if I refuse?”\n\nI heard the sound of something smacking against skin behind me; presumably it was whatever Rebecca was hitting my booty with.\n\n“I was holding back.” She threatened.\n\nSomething in me felt a tad bit warm and tingly, and my heart beat a little faster. A small part of me regretted what I was about to say before I even said it, but a bigger part of me kind of... wanted to say it... so I scrunched up my face to build up courage, then I told her... \n\n[End of part 1/2]"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She loved skinny dipping in her pool. She hadn't anticipated her neighbor unexpectedly dropping by...
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"content": "Finishing another lap, Anna touched the side of the pool and went to the shallow end. She flinched as she noticed someone standing above her.\n\n\"Hi, Anna.\"\n\n\"Oh. Hi, Mr. K,\" she said.\n\nHe glanced down at her bare breasts and smiled. \"Home from university?\"\n\n\"Yes, I am,\" she replied, trying to hide her blush while wiping the water off her face.\n\n\"And still on the swim team, I assume?\"\n\n\"Yeah.\"\n\n\"Nice. Are your parents here?\"\n\n\"No, they're away this weekend.\"\n\n\"So that's why you're naked. I needed to ask your mother something, but it can wait. That water does look good, though.\"\n\nThe middle-aged man removed his clothes and dropped down into the pool beside her. He took Anna into his arms and kissed her, and she kissed him back weakly. Then, he was turning her around, moving her legs apart. She felt his erection rubbing against her pussy before being pushed inside. She gasped and gripped the edge of the pool.\n\nIt was a beautiful summer day, she noted, as her neighbor fucked her roughly from behind, his fingers digging into her waist. Eventually, he groaned, and she felt his warm seed shooting inside her.\n\nAnna sighed. It was good to be home."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Looking for some prompts involving Forced Feminization/Cross-dressing.
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"content": "When he'd agreed to take part in the fashion show, he hadn't realised it'd be a *fetish* fashion show, or the fact that it would all be feminine clothing, either. However, if he needs it, his friend has kindly offered to use some of her hypnosis techniques to help him... *Relax* before the big show*.*\n\n(The hypnotism is optional of course, and I'm kinda imagining this in a sci-fi setting, but it's up to you. \\^ \\^ )"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The words on the wall sent a chill down her spine, "Hide and Seek. Ready or not, here I come!" The only thing spiking higher than her fear? Her arousal...
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"content": "**How To Disappoint A Serial Killer**\n-------------------------------------------------------------\n\nJanelle stared, shocked at the bloody words on the wall, illuminated by the pale beam of her flashlight. A dead cat lay beneath the words, but Janelle couldn't be bothered to wonder where it came from. Her apartment complex didn't have a cat, after all.\n\n\"Hide and Seek. Ready or not, Here I come!\" \n\nChills went down her spine, but not of fear. No, Janelle was *turned on*. This *had* to be the work of an absolute **madman**. Or madwoman. Whatever. Janelle didn't care. Janelle was flexible.\n\n*The random capitalization is what reeeeeally turns me on,* Janelle thought, wondering about what depraved mind had such a total disregard for grammar. \n\n*Shiiiink!* The sounds of a knife sliding against a wall rang down the hallway. Janelle's heart pounded. *Ooooooo, this is it! The big reveal!*\n\n\"Take me, bitch. I'm all yours,\" Janelle moaned towards the sound.\n\nThe knife-wielder stopped in confusion. \n\n\"Wait, what?\" His rough voice wondered aloud quietly in the hallway. Who could be so *depraved* to be asking for death?\n\n\"C'mon, hatefuck me with your knife. Or your cock. Or both, for all I care. Life's already fucked me pretty hard with student loans and shitty capitalist overlords,\" Janelle yelled back. \n\nThe serial killer paused, unsure of what to do. This had never happened before. Where was the fear? The primal instinct to survive that his victims used in futility only to be taken by his knife? \n\n\"Bitch, you know I'm going to kill you, *slowly* and *painfully*, right?\"\n\nJanelle's heart pounded. She felt even wetter hearing those words. \n\n\"That's it. Keep that sexytalk coming, you sadistic serial-killing son of a *bitch*,\" Janelle yelled back. Her fingers had already begun sliding down her shorts, circling her sensitive pleasure button. \n\n\"Or is that all you got? I was just starting to get it *on*,\" Janelle continued. \n\n*Is she mocking me?* The killer stopped advancing, unsure of what to do. *Should I be…angry? Maybe show her that I'm serious? Or is this a trap? Is she…does she have a gun?*\n\nHis thoughts were interrupted by soft, sexual moans in the darkness. \n\n*This crazy bitch. She's actually turned on. Yes, this is going to be fun, to take her life and to see the fear in her eyes just as she's getting off. This'll be perfect,* the killer thought as he advanced. \n\nHe slinked in the darkness, creeping until he got close and, *WHAM!*. In an instant, he had tackled the short girl, still fingering herself. \n\n\"Yes, daddy, hit me harder. I know! Threaten me with that knife!\"\n\nJanelle's voice moaned out the words, aroused with the roughness of the man on top of her.\n\n*Fine, I'll show her I mean business!* In an instant, the knife stabbed Janelle in the shoulder. The searing pain ran through her body, only adding to the intensity of the climax. \n\nJanelle's moans shocked the killer as her lustful eyes met his. \"Yes. Do it again.\" \n\nThe pain had sent tears running down her face, but not tears of fear or sadness. No, these were tears of *joy*. \n\nThe killer froze, taken aback. No. No. No. It wasn't supposed to be this way. She was supposed to *fear* him. This was all *wrong*. \n\nHe slowly got off the girl, letting go of the knife and wholly disgusted by the wet spot on her shorts. Oh God. This…this degenerate. She had fucking ruined *everything*. \n\n\"Come on, aren't you going to let me finish? *One* is far from enough for me,\" Janelle moaned, blood pooling from her stab wound. \n\n\"No, no. You…you need help, you crazy bitch. I'm…I'm out. Fuck this,\" muttered the serial killer as he left the apartment. \n\n*Fucking blue-balls. He couldn't even finish the job,* Janelle thought as she fingered herself, savoring the pain. She would probably have to go to the hospital later or something, but it didn't matter because she needed another cum. Yes. \n\n*Just one more to forget my shitty retail job,* Janelle thought as she began fingering herself again. \n\n**The End**"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [Wholesome] Beth and Jim, dating barely a month, definite sparks, beginnings of romance! Innocent daylong date goes awry / not as planned! Unexpected showering together? Or else some other kind of inadvertent mutual nudity? Mutual body massages? — only *then* their first kiss, snuggling, etc!
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"content": "Jim woke up naked in a cold concrete room, red emergency lights revealed the dull black and red two tone shapes of figures lying unconscious on the floor in a pile. Slowly one at a time they began to shift and rise, looking around like him in the black.\n\n“This isn’t the mining colony, it’s not supposed to have gravity.” said a distant voice.\n\n“Where are we?” asked another.\n\nThe lights flashed on bright white blinding Jim, he took a moment to adjust and saw a series of armed men entering the room.\n\n“Up against that wall.” a voice boomed.\n\nJim thought it seemed like a good suggestion and walked toward the wall, stopping to help a man rise to his feet.\n\n“It’s a bit of bother this…” said Jim, flashing the man a grim awkward smile.\n\nThe man eyed Jim with an odd look, a mix of confusion and incredulity.\n\nJim stood with his back to the wall as the others joined him. A woman stood to his side.\n\n“Hello, I’m Beth.” she said, removing a hand that shielded her pelvis to shake his hand.\n\n“Hello Beth, I’m Jim, this is a bit of a bother isn’t it.”\n\n“I was just thinking that, I miss my flight and now this.” said Beth.\n\n“Could be worse I suppose.”\n\n“How do you suppose?”\n\n“We could be naked too.” said Jim, blushing a little.\n\nBeth laughed to herself and looked down the line at the multitude of naked people.\n\n“Do you suppose this is slavery?” she asked.\n\n“I think so, either that or satanic ritual.” said Jim.\n\n“That would explain a lot… I don’t see much point in hiding myself then, they have probably seen plenty.” said Beth, dropping her hands by her sides.\n\nJim thought about it and it did make sense, he stood silently with his hands by his sides, trying to think of something witty as the stragglers where shouted at to take their place against the wall. he was just putting together a clever pun highlighting the comparison of the bare room to their bare bodies when brightly colored outfits walked in, their owners carrying a sense of snobbish pride about them. Jim would save his joke for later… if he could work it out.\n\nThe party broke up to inspect individuals across the line, a woman dressed in red frills with a continuous wafting thick vapour emanating from a tube and her clothing looked Jim and Beth up and down. The woman sucked on the tube, the vapour temporarily ceasing its release from her clothing and she blew a large plume over them.\n\nJim smelt the vapour finding it pleasant. “Fruity” he said.\n\n“Yes it is quite nice.” Beth nodded.\n\n“These two, I want to watch them fuck before I place a bid.” said the smoky woman.\n\n“Slavery afterall.” said Beth.\n\n“Pitty, satanic ritual could have been fun.” said Jim.\n\nBeth smiled beside him as 3 guards stepped over.\n\n“Performances cost e…” began one.\n\n“Yes yes, I know, put it on my account.” said Smoky.\n\n“Alright you two, ‘ave at it.” said the guard.\n\n“I suppose we should.” said Beth.\n\n“Terribly sorry about this.” said Jim, glancing awkwardly at Beth.\n\nBeth gave an awkward smile before shrugging, the two stepped toward each other, unsure how to initiate as Smoky sucked on the tube, blowing the occasional plume into the air.\n\nBeth opted to put her hands on the wall and arch her arse back. Jim grimaced and started stroking himself to get hard, finding it difficult with several other slaves watching him, thankfully the rest of the room was busy watching several duels take place between slaves. It took some of the pressure off him to perform.\n\nJim was ready and stepped behind Beth, directing himself toward her.\n\n“Up a bit, little to the left.” said Beth.\n\nJim began thrusting with just the tip as she slowly grew wet, should he hold her hips, it was a little awkward.\n\n“You can hold my breast if you like.” said Beth.\n\n“I might just settle on the hips if you don’t mind.”\n\nBeth swept her hair over one shoulder and folded her arms, resting her elbows on the wall, lower to accommodate a better angle. Jim found his depth and thrust away, feeling her grow wet around his shaft, slaves were watching him so he didn’t have anywhere to look except toward the small of Beth’s back.\n\n“Would you like me to slow down?” asked Jim.\n\n“You can go a little faster actually.” said Beth.\n\nJim sped up, finding a good rhythm, based on Beth’s heavy breathing he assumed it was a good speed for her as well.\n\nBeth began to push back against his hips and let out a quiet gasp when he unexpectedly thrust a little hard against her. “Are you ok?”\n\n“It’s ok, I just surprised myself, I went back as you went forward… it’s ok, keep going.”\n\nJim was satisfied she wasn’t hurt and returned to the slightly quickened pace, making fine adjustments based on Beth’s breathing and gasps.\n\nJim was torn, he had attracted more attention away from the duels taking place, part of him felt pride but the other side was more nervous. Far too nervous to climax in this environment. He realised he should consult Beth. \n\n“I'm sorry I think… I think I have been trying to make you come, would you like me to change my pace to avoid it, since there are people watching? I just don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.” asked Jim.\n\n“I’m not sure.” said Beth between breaths. She thought about it, Jim maintaining the pace she enjoyed to not lose his spot.\n\n“I think I’m ok with cumming.” said Beth, nodding to herself.\n\nJim went back to monitoring her breathing, her head dropped low as she started to gasp regularly between breaths. He felt her begin to clench around him… maybe he was wrong about not being able to climax in this state, admittedly she did feel wonderful. Beth adjusted her hands, rising a little higher on the wall. Jim felt the underside of his cock running along her G spot at this angle, he adjusted his depth to focus on stimulating it. He knew he had made the right choice as Beth began to let out breathy moans. Jim now had the attention of a few guards, the advantage of bringing Beth toward her orgasm is it helped delay his with publicity. Beth’s leg’s began to shake as she lost her focus on the wall, her head dropping as she shakes ran up to her arms. Jim took some of her weight, lifting her hips as he continued to thrust, keeping his focus on her G spot. Beth made a high pitched squeal, muscles clenching tightly around Jim as he continued to thrust through her orgasm.\n\n“I’ll take these two.” shouted Smoky abruptly.\n\n“The buyout is 56 for the male, 62 for the female.” said the guard.\n\n“I think we can stop now.” said Jim, pulling out and steadying Beth’s hips as feeling returned to her legs.\n\n“L… Look’s like we will be shipping out together.” said Beth, her body rising from the wall.\n\nJim nodded to Smoky's back and the two walked side by side after her, stepping around a slowly growing puddle of blood."
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"content": "Becky stood alone in the kitchen with a thoughtful look on her face, and both hands wrapped around a big mug of tea. Long, blonde hair tied in a high ponytail. She was so distracted that she didn't even seem to notice me when I walked in at first.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"you ok?\" I asked. She had nodded while still staring off into the distance, before turning and giving me an unconvincing smile. \n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"Yeah I'm... well... no, forget it, sorry\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"doesn't sound like you're ok, wanna talk about it?\" \n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"honestly it's nothing, I'm just thinking about some stuff that's all\" she had replied. I stood there, eyebrows raised, looking at her vacant face until she glanced over at me again, and laughed.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"ok, ok... but you can't tell anyone else, promise??\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nI held up my little finger to show I was pinkie-promising; the most sincere promise that there was in our shared house. This seemed to relax her a little, and she began to share what was on her mind.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"when Pete broke up with me, one of the reasons was that I was *\"too vanilla*\" in bed\". She looked over at me as she said it, waiting for me to laugh, but I kept my face neutral, and this encouraged her to carry on.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"at first I was kinda like *\"fuck you Pete!\"* but then I started to wonder if he was... I don't know... maybe right a little?\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nI didn't know what to say, so I kept silent.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"so when I went out a couple of weeks ago... I actually went home with a guy. total stranger\" \n\n&#x200B;\n\nI gasped. This was not like Becky at all. \"you had a one night stand?? YOU??\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nShe blushed and covered her face with one hand \"oh god, why am I telling you this... ah well I've started now... yes, I went back to a random guys flat with him\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nI couldn't help but grin now. The joke amongst all our housemates was that Becky was a bit of a librarian. You'd want her on your team in a pub quiz, but you couldn't imagine her doing anything like this. I almost regretted pinkie-promising not to tell anyone, the others would've loved this bit of gossip.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"so... how was it?\" I asked tentatively. She took another big gulp of her tea\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"I fucking loved it\". We both laughed at that - this story was so unlike Becky, and even she knew it herself.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"we were like, kissing and everything, and it was really hot...\" her voice trailed off, and I started to worry about what had happened next. She took a deep breath and looked me in the eyes.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"Out of nowhere, he just suddenly pinned me down and finished on my face\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nI grimaced a little, that didn't sound like something Becky would be into.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"oh, shit - are you ok?\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nBecky laughed \"yeh, thats the funny thing... it felt amazing... I mean, I'm not stupid, I know thats what they do in porn, but I'd always thought they do it for the aesthetics or whatever... when he did it to me though...\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nHer voice trailed off again, before she chuckled quietly to herself, and continued\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"you're a guy, right?\" \"last time I checked\" \"so do you like finishing on a girls face?\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nThe conversation had taken a turn I never expected, and now it was my time to feel a bit embarrassed\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"I mean... yeh, I do, but I don't think I can really say why I like it?\" I answered, truthfully\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"and girls you've done it to, do they enjoy it?\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"some do, some don't\" I shrugged\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"I liked it. I really liked it. I don't think I have ever orgasmed so hard\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nI remembered a time when one of our other housemates had teased Becky as they'd heard her having sex, and Becky basically hid in her room for a week. Now she was telling me how much she'd enjoyed having her one night stand cum on her face.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"I've been trying to work out why I enjoyed it so much... I think it's the submissiveness you know? He is dominating me in such a visceral way, marking my face with his... cum\". She had half-whispered that last word, she was still the shy Becky I knew after all.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"but also, it's like... I'd never felt so desired or attractive. He wanted to treat me like a porn star, and that felt good you know? Especially after what Pete had said...\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nA charged silence settled in the kitchen. I didn't really know how to react or what to say. Becky broke the silence first.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"ok, so you've heard my big secret... now I'm going to need you to do me a favour\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The city's newest superheroine might be a bit ditzy for the job. Blessed with an irresistibly large backside and superpowers of being near indestructible, think a whole lot of bend but not break! She seems to provide quite the distraction until the proper authorities arrive..now crime is sky🚀
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"content": "Cogops’ sacrificial limbs shot out entirely expecting to lose them. The new unknown heroine had interrupted their theft of the server farm and they needed to gauge the threat of this unknown. To the conglomeration of pixels’ surprise each limb landed it’s mark, metal claws gripping at her thighs and breasts to dump her frame into the floor. Cogops prepared to release the limbs and book it to their calculated escape but something made them hesitate. The human was not dead but she was not deploying any skill he could observe.\n\n“Something new, interest, analyse, learn.” came a cacophonous multitude of voices as the 4 claws squeezed into the females supple flesh.\n\n“I see I have your attention!” shouted the heroine, she rose to her feet gripping one of his mechanical tentacles. Cogops hands began to ratchet closed, her supple breast squeezing through his fingers as resistance steadily grew.\n\n“Durable, pliant, elastic, squishy, human is a defensive classification?” asked the rolling mass of square lights at his nexus, switching colours to form a red spot fading to black at the edges that flashed as they spoke.\n\n“I’m Nonewti! The non newtonian girl!” said the small human female.\n\n“Incorrect, mal diagnosis, foolish, girl demonstrates growing resistance to slow force as well as fast.” said Cogops, demonstrating by ratcheting their limbs to their limit. The human gasped and groped her breast over their sharp claw.\n\nCogops analyzed the properties of non-newtonian fluids and devised that classification: Nonewti had little offensive capability.\n\n“Properties of interest, will analyse further, taking human, do not struggle.”\n\n“Don’t you want to stay and play more?” said Nonewti in a different voice usually reserved for copulation between humans.\n\n“Negative, authorities en route, will analyse at secondary location.”\n\nCogops shed his sacrificial limbs and dropped 3 of the servers to free up some primary dexterous limbs, they lashed out toward the small interesting material, coiling around her like snakes.\n\n“No! We should um… analyse my properties here!” shouted Nonewti, struggling with a 1.4 human strength rating against him.\n\nCogops dragged Nonewti toward their nexus, spreading the pixels apart like an iris opening to accept her.\n\n“Trap, negative, distraction, ploy, lie, human wishes to be bait.”\n\n“No! Stop! I can… I’ll stop you! Stay here dammit! I’ll stop you, you will rue the day you arf hrahrmm hmmm” said Nonewti and Cogops ran a tentacle around her mouth to silence the extraneous unrelated data. Rolling backward down the hole he had bored through the floor with his booty."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Tell a story in an alternate world where once one becomes horny they can't "cool down" until after they've orgasmed.
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"content": "They say that bringing women on board is of bad luck.\n\nThe Drunk Triton is know for never missing a deliver across the seas. With such fame, Marianne, a village girl snuck her way into the ship and hid herself in a barrel. Having stolen a bit of food and a bottle of something, she was set for finding a new life wherever she happens to land.\n\nThe third night aboard was about to begin and she was getting thirsty, refusing to drink the bottle she had, fearing it may get her caught.\n\nShe was desperate and decided to had a little of the bottle, it didnt took much for her to be completely smashed.\n\nIs fine, she thought, as long as she doenst get out she might be okay.\n\nBeing a little hot because of the drink, she peeked outside from a small hole in the barrel only to look at one of the crewmates having a bit of a He time also hidden in the storage area.\n\nHer insides twiched and got hotter and hotter until she saw the man looking in her direction surprised.\n\nHad she been found out?! how?\n\nSimple really, Marianne had unconciously walked out from the barrel and towards the man.\n\nInstead of both just panicking and running away, the got closer to each other. The legendary curse that Madam Lucia put on this world \"Body Burning With Desire Will Burn Until That Very Desire Is Quenched\" those were Lucia's words and now Marianne fully understood them.\n\nMaybe if she touched herself with the bottle itself this might've not happen, but it was too late now.\n\nKissing this complete stranger as she caressed his cock, the man groped violently everything she had, like he was desperate for the warmth of a woman.\n\nFinally the man had enough waiting and standing one in front of the other shoved his manhood up Marianne's pussy. She stopped kissing him and moaned loudly, unable to hide the pleasure. This only lasted a bit though, as the man broguth her down on him and resumed the kissing, shuting the moaing down.\n\nShe could not believe how good it felt, she had been running from a life of this, but now she thought it wasnt so bad after all.\n\nStopping the make out, the man groped Marianne's butt and started to move. Marainne did nothing but moan and breathe heavily acordingly to the man's thrust.\n\nShe wanted this, and more.\n\nAnd soon enough, she did got more.\n\nLeaning back from the man's grasp, the yboth slowly got onto the floor so it was more comfortable and Marianne realized there was someone lese in here with them but not because she looked at him, but because the second man was stroking his cock right on top of Mraianne's face.\n\nBy mere instinc, she started to lick it while the other guy just mindlesly hump her pussy. It didn't take long for more and more crewmates show up each one using any part of Marianne they could.\n\nThe lucky ones were getting stroked by her.\n\nA brave one got in her ass, making her stop pleasuring everyone and scream in surprise, but got back to the needy cocks seconds after.\n\nThe shy and the unlucky ones grabbed her feet and moved it up and down their own lenght.\n\nHer vision was blurred and could not tell how many dicks were using her and she didnt care. This thought send shivers all througough her body, tighening everrything in her and only got stronger as the first guy filled her pussy, a sensation like no other, she wanted more of it.\n\nFeeling the guy leave her pussy alone, she was about to leave the one she was sucking when she was immediatly filled with another cock intesifying her pleasure.\n\nThe night went like that, some changing spots, some others just ended glazing up Marianne and falling there and then.\n\nIt was only until the last guy had filled her insides and dozed off that she was finally able to thing straight and it was onlt to take one of their swords, and use the handle to pleasure herself more, she wanted more she was not done she wanted more she\n\nThe blade broke off but she didnt stopped, if anything it made it more useful for her.\n\nOnce again out of instinc she walked back into the barrel, still moving the handle in and out while cum fell on the ground.\n\nNow inside the barrel, she slipped a little, sitting full force into the handle and rammimg it all the way insde her, the suddeness of it all made Marianne orgasm like never before. Letting out a scream that woke up all the crewmates and immediatly passing out she slept for the rest of her voyage, dreaming of that night.\n\nWhen she managed to escape the Drunk Triton she got a Pleasure Giving job on the new lands, Making Sure that Lucia's Curse stays out of all the hard working men."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Tired of her swearing at games and everything else, her housemates devised a clever yet obvious plan to break her of constantly saying, "Fuck me!"
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"content": "Piri could feel the tension in the room, the movie was just images at this point as all she could sense was the coming rage. Claire clacked her mouse on the table, her fingers slamming the keys. A surprising level of rage could come out of the slender woman. There was no way to relax and disappear into a movie with this bullshit going on. This is enough, I'm putting an end to this. Piri rose from the couch to John and Chris’ surprise, Chris opened his arms questioningly.\n\n“They're just getting to the climax!” said Chris.\n\n“Nope, I'm done! No more, it fucking ends here.”\n\nChris and John looked to Claire and rolled their eyes. “Just ignore it.” said John.\n\nClair wasn't even wearing headphones, she was THAT into her rage inducing game. Piri walked up behind her as she clacking keys rose to crescendo before the final staccato note. Piri’s hand paused above Claire like a conductor.\n\n“ARGH! Fuck me!”\n\n“Ok!” said Piri, taking Claire's arms behind her back and sliding her chair away from the screen.\n\nPiri was surprised to find John and Chris rising from the couch. Where they going to help or hinder her lesson?\n\n“I’ll stop, that’s the last time!” said Claire.\n\n“Nope, you're too tense, Freud dictates you need an orgasm.” said Piri as Chris stepped past her to switch off the computer.\n\n“What? Oh fuck me! It’s going to take forever to get back there!”\n\n“I’m with Piri, although for me it’s the tension not the swearing.” said John.\n\nClaire had a thing for John, it was going to help having him on her side.\n\n“Right, you grab her legs, you her arms.” said Piri.\n\n“We doing this?” asked Chris but he grabbed her arms all the same.\n\n“No, what the fuck Piri!” grumbled Claire as Piri headed for her room.\n\n“Chuck her um… couch has a good powerpoint right? Fuck it, bring her in here!” called out Piri, clearing the pillows off her bed as Chris walked in backwards, the struggling bundle twisting in his arms as he avoided her large unsupported breasts.\n\n“Oh Chris, you’re such a prude.” said Piri.\n\nClaire was dumped onto the bed, her face trying to not laugh or smile with the sudden absurdity of it. The boys swapped, John pinning Claire's arms down above her head, putting up a mock serious face while Chris caught the legs that rushed up to knee him. It was a good thing Claire was slender with little muscle, her long legs ending at a tight pair of denim shorts.\n\n“The fuck is that!” Claire said, eyeing Piri’s Hitachi.\n\n“It’s a vibrator.” said Piri.\n\n“The fuck’s it got a cord for?”\n\n“Uses too much power for batteries.”\n\n“What the fuck! It’s an orgasm. Not an industrial accident.”\n\nPiri switched it on, her thumb resting on the power control as she was hit with the urge to dial it up to 10. No… Fear is funny but Claire was really fucking annoying, she had a job to do and positioned the rubber head against Claire's jeans. Claire’s abdomen suddenly flexed and an unquenchable giggle made it way out of her.\n\n“W-what the f-fuck Piri!” mumbled Claire as she rode through the vibrations, a smile rising into her blushing cheeks.\n\n“And… I think we have made our point.” said Chris, backing off from from the bed but still holding the legs.\n\n“N-nno…” Mumbled Claire as she pressed down onto the Hitachi. John’s hands immediately let go of Claire’s once he registered the word.\n\nClaire looked to John with confusion. \n\n“Fuck me!” said Claire, the one phrase that expressed everything she wanted them to do in that moment. John’s hands pressed back down to pin Claire, Chris hesitated but watching her long legs rubbing against each other returned to holding her calves. Piri was busy squeezing Claire’s thighs to find a better spot. Claire’s face lit up and she melted down into the mattress.\n\n“...There it is.” said piri, dialling up the power slowly as Claire began to gasp and pant, soft girly sounds pouring through her lips toward John.\n\n“How far do you want to take this?” asked Piri.\n\n“Oh fuck… oh fuck, oh fuck!” Claire squealed out.\n\nPiri wasn't sure if she was encouraging them or if the power was too high. Claire's limbs pressed into the firm restraining hands until her entire body unlocked. A long ragged gasp flowed into her as she started to shake on the vibrator.\n\n“Holy shit that was fast! I was just joking before, score one for Froyd.” said Piri, removing the Hitachi.\n\n“I… what the fuck… that was so fast… so good. Jesus Piri…” said Claire.\n\nJohn and Chris slowly released the bundle of joy.\n\n“Why the shit didn’t I know about this fucking thing sooner?” asked Claire.\n\n“Gonna keep swearing?” asked Piri, raising the wand and turning it to 10 to make a threatening buzz.\n\nClaire viscerally clenched and shuffled away. Piri got to scare her after all, two birds.\n\n\\-\n\nPiri watched the movie, it was just pictures to her at this point.\n\n“Fuck me! Oh my god… oh… OH!” screamed Claire in the next room for the 4th consecutive time.\n\nPiri waited… silence…\n\n“Oh…” began behind the door.\n\nPiri rose from the couch to Chris’ confusion, walking to her bedroom.\n\n“Do you want me to pause it?” called out John as Piri crossed the livingroom to Claire’s door with a ballgag and rope.\n\nJohn eyed Chris and shrugged, both rising the follow."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "Hey! I said you could tie me up and fuck me. I didn't say anyone could call me a slu–" *gluc* *gluc* *gluc*
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"content": "Another massive cock slid in and out of Angela’s throat, cutting her complaint short.\n\nSure, this is what she wanted. It was even what she’d asked for over end over again. But she had to keep up appearances and pretend she didn’t love every brutal way the nine men she’d only just met used her body or how each filthy name they called her made her feel even sexier than the glistening cum already sprayed across her face.\n\nHer husband laughed and brought the camera closer to her face for a tighter shot of the stranger’s cock pumping in and out of his wife’s mouth. \n\nAngela couldn’t believe he’d finally set this up after so many years. They’d talked about it endlessly as a fantasy but it slowly became something they both wanted to make a reality. \n\nThe name calling and overall “disrespect” had been one of the soft limits they discussed. She wanted to feel out of control and overwhelmed, but she and her husband also wanted her to be safe and ensure everything that happened to her was exactly what she wanted. Did that take some of the fun out of it? Maybe before it was actually happening, but not now. She had a safe word if she needed it, and she knew her husband wouldn’t let anything happen that crossed the lines they discussed.\n\nBut she loved how the pack of condoms she’d required laid unopened by the door. The cum that forced her to keep her right eye closed just turned her on more when she thought of her “no facials” rule.\n\nBut the real rules were different. Her husband had told the other men to bend the rules and Angela would let them know when to back off. The animalistic way they violated her made her feel all the more desirable. \n\n“Try using that mouth for something other than complaining, slut,” the stranger who had just started fucking Angela’s face said. Angela gagged as he jammed his entire cock down her throat. She could feel her face heating up and tears building in her eyes as she struggled. The ropes that bound her to the bed left her nowhere to go.\n\nAll of a sudden, she felt her pussy tighten and throb as she had her first orgasm of the night. The stranger fucking her pussy began to groan more intensely.\n\n“Might wanna step away from her slut face for a second,” he warned the man fucking Angela’s mouth. The man in her mouth switched to her pussy as the man who’d been in her pussy moved toward Angela’s face. \n\n“You better not cum on my face, asshole,” Angela snarled. The man hesitated. Angela smirked at him. He took the hint. \n\n“That’s exactly what I’m gonna do, slut,” the man said, grabbing the back of her head and roughly forcing just the tip of his cock in and out of her mouth. After a few moments, Angela could feel the head of his cock grow in her mouth. He pulled it out of her mouth, stroked it a few times and shot a massive rope that crossed Angela’s face from chin to hair. He then continued to spray her face with his cum, adding to the pool in her right eye.\n\n\n\n\nLet me know if you want to hear more!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: His cat girl stepsister had neither any concept of other people's personal space nor any idea why she shouldn't stroll around in her underwear...
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"content": "John had spent the day unpacking and moving boxes, he hadn’t seen his step sister much. Since his father had married, whenever he stopped by she was napping. He wondered how she would stay awake at her barista job at the ‘cat cafe’. His dad drove up, they unloaded a few boxes or untied a mattress from the roof… it was a wonder it didn’t blow away. His dad was terrible at knots.\n\nJohn received a text and went down in the elevator to find it was the last haul, Clair bounced on her toes excited and awake for a change. It had been a strange shift; finding out his dad was one of ‘those guys’ who married a catgirl, seeing Clair his judgement slipped. 5’4, perky breasts, slightly less than a handful and despite the rumours, only 2. Red ears poking out of her maine (was that insensitive?) her red hair. Clair pounced on him the moment the door opened.\n\n“Thanks John, this is so awesome. It’s like a hotel! I’m going to live in a building with an elevator? Is it high? They said it’s 4th floor but does it ‘feel’ high? I can't wait to see the view, I hope my stuff wasn’t too heavy, thanks for helping me move in by the way.” said, asked and exclaimed Clair.\n\n“The balcony is high.” said John.\n\n“There is a balcony! Oh that’s going to be awesome, I can't wait for the tour.”\n\nMy dad gave a knowing look. \n\n“Hey Michael, say hi to Sarah for me, see you… 3 months for Cheryl's birthday?” said John.\n\n“I’ll see you then son, take care.”\n\nJohn turned to Clair and went to shake her hand but she flinched away from it.\n\n“I know dad’s paying some of my rent but when I get more shifts I’ll pay for bills, food and stuff.”\n\n“That’s cool, we have a gym here and a pool, you can help yourself to them with the fob on your keys.”\n\nClair turned her nose up at ‘pool’ and drew her bag higher on her shoulder.\n\n\\-\n\nClair loved the balcony, John hated heights and part of him died every time she lent over the rail to see a car or bird.\n\n“Yeah, it’s a nice view, not sure how sturdy the rail is though…” said John.\n\n“No parents! This is great, I can stay up late and watch whatever I want.”\n\nJohn decided he didn’t want to be part of her gravity assisted demise and fixed to make himself a coffee. This wasn’t the quiet napping Clair he had been led to believe he would be staying with. He could hear her singing to herself over the steadily boiling jug. Just a few months and she would find her own place.\n\nClair eventually settled, packing her things away tired her out and she curled up on the couch not watching netflix. She was wearing only a light top that revealed her midriff and shorts. Her long slender pale legs angled toward him, her arse always in the corner of his view. The tail was *different* but her arse still looked great.\n\nClair napped through the episode, in the time between episodes when he left to get coffee she had swapped sides to face where he had been sitting. John debated sitting on the other side but he would have to get used to her and didn’t want to set a bad precedent that she could bully him off the couch so he sat with her head beside his hip. Clair rolled her shoulders snugly into the couch cushions for warmth then smelt the air by his cup. She didn’t talk during the opening credits, just stretched, arching her back with her arse high in the air and her breasts and face down in the cushions then rested her cheek on his hip.\n\n“If you’re cold I can adjust the aircon.”\n\n“No, I’m good here.” said Clair.\n\nJohn didn’t know what to do with his right hand. Should he rest it on her? Where? Her slender waist, her sideboob or arse? There was no part of this girl that didn’t scream sex into his mind. Furthermore she was his stepsister. John moved his hand to the back of the couch, it left his side exposed but she seemed comfortable."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [Whimsical] Come up w/ your own absurd premise for why (maybe on a college campus?) — but in the near future, all the women of a small college town have to show if they’re shaved or hairy in order to do all sorts of everyday things — told from the perspective of a new transfer on her first day.
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"content": "“Welcome to Palmer College. I’m your RA, Riley.”\n\nNina shook hands with the tall statuesque woman in front of her, and couldn’t help but blush. She needed to stay focused. Her transfer to Palmer meant she was going to have access to one of the best labs in the United States- she didn’t have time to be mooning over girls! \n\n“I see you’ve filled out the required paperwork,” Riley commented as she checked the small stack of stapled papers. “There’s just one thing you haven’t checked off. Shaved or hairy?”\n\nNina blinked. “Excuse me?”\n\nRiley laughed. “Did you read the student manual? We have a very...holistic approach to learning here at Palmer. Our founder, Augustine Palmer, firmly believed that an inquisitive mind could only grow and flourish with acceptance of ones self. That included bucking the rigid Victorian norms of the time and creating one of the first women’s colleges. Of course, good old Aggie was also a proud nudist, but that tradition has since fallen to the wayside, but we still have our quirks...”\n\n“Quirks?” Nina asked, biting her lip.\n\nRiley grinned. “Our campus culture is a bit...unique. You see, there was a great debate between the cofounders of the school, Aggie and her sister Arabella. Aggie felt that a woman should model herself on the wisdom and decorum of the ancients and keep oneself shaved. She felt one who didn’t maintain personal grooming was going to slack off on their studies and lacked discipline. Arabella, on the other hand, felt that adhering to those beauty standards was backwards and only contributed to the male gaze- a true woman should embrace everything about herself, including her hair. Well, the students took sides of course - and it’s become tradition at this point to identify what side you’re on. Choose wisely, some of the student groups don’t allow bushes, while others abhor the balds. And don’t even think about trying to sit at the wrong table in the library! I made that mistake my freshman year and I swear they would have pinned me down on the table and given me a full Brazilian on the spot!” Riley laughed at the memory. \n\nNina blushed. What on earth had she signed up for?\n\n“So, is this a common practice in America?” She asked.\n\nRiley shook her head. “No, just here. And it’s really more of a joke at this point. Probably peer pressure at its best? But be warned, if you don’t say out loud, it’s customary to show what you’ve got. So, what is it?” \n\nNina could tell by the tone of the other girl’s voice she was flirting, and she didn’t mind. Maybe she could play along. Idly, she lifted up her skirt and pulled down her underwear.\n\n“Impressive. Do you shave at all, or just trim?”\n\n“I shave occasionally just for convenience sake.”\n\n“I’d hold off on that for now. That way you can join my study group. We have a lot of fun, and we’ve been able to connect each other to some great internships. I could even put in a word for you with Professor Carver.”\n\nNina’s eyes widened. “How? She hasn’t returned my emails and I’m supposed to be working with her.”\n\n“I happen to be her research assistant. You and I are going to be seeing quite a bit of each other.” Riley pulled down her leggings to reveal her own bush. Nina was surprised she hadn’t noticed the lack of panty lines before. \n\n“Here’s mine by the way. You’re going to be very familiar with the sight of it.”\n\n“So how often will I be flashing people?” Nina asked, playing along.\n\n“Oh, not too often. We use it as a security measure instead of a student id...much more unique and less susceptible to fraud...so any time you enter a building on campus or the dorms, you’ll have to show it to security - and when you get into the classroom and the cafeteria. If you want to check out a book, you’ll show it to the librarian, and whenever you need to print something. Otherwise, it’s not that often.”\n\nNina laughed. “Well, I suppose it is better than my old university. I kept getting locked out all the time when I lost my badge.”\n\n“That’s the spirit! We better hurry up, we have a floor meeting in a few minutes and you’re going to have to introduce yourself.” \n\nNina stepped out of her underwear and placed it in the pocket of her hoodie. “Let’s go.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Ashley's BFF had a special Valentine's Day present that she loved to get for her partners... That present was Ashley...
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"content": "“She is going to win John.” said Claire, enjoying the slowly escalating argument. It may have seemed odd to have a party on valentines day but it had become somewhat a tradition. \n\n“No she isn’t, I’m the better partner because… I cook up each afternoon.” said John.\n\n“I’m the better partner because I clean up after you ‘cook’.”\n\n“She is going to win because if you win, she cries and then she wins.” said Claire, covering her smirk with the mouth of the beer bottle for a sip. It was a dangerous competition for the couple… Hilarious for everyone else.\n\n“I don’t cry!”\n\n“Ok.” said Claire, shrugging with her bottle.\n\n“I don’t! Your turn John.” said Alice.\n\n“I’m the better partner because I got you roses for valentines day.” said John to the ooh’s and ahh’s of Piri and Mike.Claire was the single 5th wheel but she didn’t mind.\n\n“Well I’m better because of the present I’ll give you tonight.”\n\n“Nope, sex doesn't count.” said John.\n\n“Yes it does.” said Alice.\n\n“Judges? Hands up if it doesn’t count.” said John.\n\nMike bravely pulled the arm from behind Piri’s shoulders to put it up with John. Claire was the tiebreak so she raised her hand.\n\n“Claire, I’m surprised, you love sex!” said John, turning Claire a shade of red.\n\n“That’s why it’s not a present, both enjoy it so it cancels out.”\n\nAlice fingered her bottle as she glanced between John and Claire.\n\n“I wasn’t saying I was going to give you sex with just me. That counts as a better present.” said Alice, resting back in her chair to John’s confusion. He wasn’t sure if he had won or lost… both?\n\n“Told you Alice would win.” said Claire, taking a victory sip.\n\n“Who?” asked John.\n\n“Claire”\n\nClaire almost choked on her drink as Mike and Piri drew silent, wondering how it would play out.\n\n“Hey, I didn’t agree to this.” said Claire.\n\n“What? You’re into it.”\n\n“If she says no, I win.” said John.\n\nAlice quickly sat beside Claire and nodded to John. “I know you’re into it, you’re the most slutty of all of us… John included.”\n\n“Hey.”\n\n“Shush, I didn’t mess with your vote.”\n\n“I’m not that slutty, I just… I know what I like.” said Claire.\n\n“And you would like this… you're probably wet already just thinking about it.”\n\nShe was right, she knew Claire too well but she didn’t have to admit to it.\n\n“I…” began Claire.\n\n“Don’t answer now.” Interrupted Alice as she ran a hand up Claire's thigh toward her skirt. “I’m going to take John to my room, you can show up or… you can wait out here and miss out.” Alice rose and took John’s hand, he wasn’t one to pass up a good thing but then… neither was Claire. Claire felt her face burning under Mike and Piri’s eyes.\n\n“Oh come on, you want to. It’s written all over your face.” said Piri.\n\n“I would be leaving you two alone.” said Claire.\n\n…\n\n“Ok just… let’s not make a habit of this.” said Claire to Piri’s laugh.\n\nClaire stripped off in the bathroom and quickly freshened up, was she doing this? She could just hide until they were done. Claire pressed against the bathroom door frame thinking of Alice’s fingers on her thigh. The hard lump growing on John as he watched.\n\nClaire opened the bedroom door to see Alice on her knees in front of John. Alice pulled his cock free of her lips and looked up. “What are you smiling for? I won.”\n\n“I’m devastated, truly.” said John.\n\nAlice patted the floor beside her and Claire sheepishly knelt down beside her feeling Alice’s arms slide around her side as she positioned herself behind Claire, a hand running down between her thighs as her sharp nails stroked up to her throat. Alice brought Claire's face up to look at John and heard her say. “Happy Valentines day.”\n\nClaire opened her mouth, gasping at Alice’s fingers on her clit. Tasting Alice’s lips as she kissed down the side of his length. He was as large as she had imagined he was, sliding her tongue up the length to the tip before taking him into her mouth. Moaning onto his cock as Alice’s fingers closed over her throat, feeling it swell as she ran her lips down to his base. Claire arched her back, pressing herself down onto Alice’s hand, moans running over her fingers and down his length.\n\n“I told you she loves this, she is soaked.” said Alice.\n\nClaire pulled back, gasping for air. “I’m not… Like that.” she said before wrapping her lips over his head, her tongue drafting out to lick the tip.\n\nAlice’s hand slid from her throat into her hair, taking a sudden handful and pulling her lips away.\n\n“Do you want it?” asked Alice.\n\nClaire bit her lips, he was so close to her.\n\n“You’re not having any more unless you ask for it Claire.”\n\n“I… I want it.”\n\n“Ask nicely.” said Alice, her fingers running tight circles of her clit.\n\n“Please, please let me have it.” said Claire, the hand guiding her lips down onto his cock. Claire’s hair was pulled to the side and she felt John take a firm grasp as the fingers slid back around her throat.\n\n“I want to feel you in her.” said Alice as John began forcing his way into her. Claire needed his cum inside her but when he got close he pulled away, holding it just out of her reach, her hips shaking under Alice’s fingers.\n\n“I’m s-so close.” said Claire, her body rocking against the hand.\n\n“Look at him. I want you looking at him as you cum.” whispered Alice into her ear.\n\nClaire opened her eyes, he was so close to her lips but he was calming back down.\n\nClaire sheepishly looked up, her face flushed as she gasped open mouthed, on the edge as he brought the tip to her lips. She kissed him, running her tongue over his head as she clenched, feeling the sudden release. Claire’s tongue froze, unable to think as it racked through her body, just gazing up at him as it took her. She hungrily lapped at his cock, needing him. She felt it warm running over her tongue.\n\n“Don’t swallow.” said Alice.\n\nJohn released her hair and stepped back to collect himself as Alice’s lips locked to Claire’s. Their tongues running over each other as Alice stole and swallowed his cum from her.\n\n“I think we have a new valentines day tradition.” said John."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Somehow, her body seemed to develop a mind of its own, acting independently of her, and her body was horny as fuck...
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"content": "Such is the life of a dullahan.\n\nShe tried to suppress the moans, but she could feel it all, both holes within her body brimming with meat.\n\nWhen the head is disconnected, the body suddenly has a hand on the wheel.\n\nShe softly bit her lip, cheeks alit as she watched. Her body was being ravaged by the base instincts of her male college classmates.\n\nThe head still holds some influence, but the body has the limbs and the muscle.\n\nHer tits free from the confines of her blouse. Bouncing with their impressive weight before being cupped by burly palms.\n\nBut, on rare occasions...\n\nOne student, curly haired and blushing, approached her. He had a request of her.\n\nThe body and head house two different souls.\n\n\"Lucy... right?\" He asked the head resting atop a wool scarf nestled in a sink. \"Would... you?\" He held his belt buckle in his hand.\n\nEven so, they share every sensation.\n\n\"Fine.\" She sighed. The student hurriedly fished his cock out from his slacks and presented to her mouth. Gently and apprehensively she slid the tip of her tongue across his crown.\n\nHer approach was quite the contrast to her body, wild, feverntly bouncing upon two men's crotches. Her pussy and asshole hammered and stretched by young, virile penises. Cherry, as the body had been come to known as, gave a thumbs up. An obvious symbol, but Lucy could physically hear Cherry's thoughts. Like a second voice in her head.\n\nThe sever line of both Lucy and Cherry, needless to say which were located at their throats, were cloaked in an ethereal, shadowy flame.\n\nIt surprised the curly haired student that, in place of cool air when he slid his cock all the way down her visible throat, there was the sensation of more fleshy innards. Like a sort of portal to her main body existed there.\n\nLucy gagged, and the student quickly withdrew. \"S-sorry! It's just a really... amazing sensation.\"\n\nLucy cleared her throat, and reached for his shaft with his throat once more. As if she wanted seconds. \"Its fine... just be gentler.\" She murmured has the heat of his meat lay flat against here tongue. Cherry made a heart with her fingers as she was pinned against the bathroom stall, cheering on Lucy through their telepathic bond.\n\nEven though they seemed like the halves of two different people with different styles and personalities... Cherry's enthusiasm was infectious. Not even Lucy could resist it. Not that she even wanted to. Maybe they were more alike than they thought."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A failed experiment gives your assistant a new form. You feel the need to give your assistant’s new body a thorough physical examination for... research... yes... it’s just research... right?
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"content": "Note: Sorry but I made it gay.\n\nTrigger Warning: Dub-Con(?)\n\nPart One.\n\nA scientist is smart, smart enough to know not to endanger his relationships with his colleagues by making them unprofessional. It was borderline painful for his assistant, a woman that was rather attractive to most people yet consistently ignored by the one she pined after. She even got this stupid job to please him!\n\nWhenever she tried to be seductive, she was always confronted by, \"Ma'am, that short skirt is illogical,\" or, \"Miss, this is the last time I'm going to ask you to either cut your hair or tie it back,\" or some other nerdy rant about these stupid 'safety procedures' surrounding the 'immense danger that comes with highly flammable and explosive chemicals'. It was so unfair.\n\nEven now, wearing cute shorts and a sexy low-cut tank, she was turned away at the door until she gave in and put on that frumpy uniform. The shirt is so baggy and the pants are so boring, and she's not even allowed to wear heels! \n\nShe was lost in her daydreams, concocting new plans to attract that sexy scientist across from her. Just looking at him made her mouth dry and that special place between her legs soaking wet. The buttons of his dress shirt had one popped, sadly not revealing much other than an undershirt, but his pants looked like they were tailored specifically to accentuate his bulge. If this was how big he was when he was so laser-focused on stupid science, she could only imagine how it could get if he actually gave in and tried her out...\n\nThese were no conditions for a woman to work. She huffed and looked around, grabbing the water bottle next to her and unscrewing it to take a big swig. Only after she downed approximately half of it did her heart drop when her superior asked, \"Have you seen any other beakers? I've had to reuse a water bottle just to contain a tiny dose of our newest mixture.\"\n\nShe quickly screwed the plastic cap back on and said, \"I haven't, n-no. What... what is the mixture, again?\"\n\nThe scientist sighed with annoyance. \"Forgetful as always. What on Earth is on your mind these days? It's an enhanced transition formula, of course. We've been working on it for weeks.\" His back was still to her as he fiddled with something else. It felt like her heart was going to beat out of her chest with anxiety at the realization of how her disinterest in science was finally biting her plump, heart-shaped rear.\n\n\"And... what does an 'enhanced transition formula' do?\" \n\nHe sighed again, a heavy exhale of disappointment. She was mentally urging him to hurry up and tell her that it was something harmless. \"I had only just finished the testosterone booster,\" he explained, \"but am now trying to work on the one infused with estrogen. These could be cash cows of body mods, people looking to get a quick transition from their assigned gender to the one they feel inside, or those that are tired of being the cutesy little boy and want to be a burly man, maybe even a tomboy tired of her boyish appearance and begging to become an hourglass sexpot.\" \n\n\"The... testosterone one,\" she began with clear nervousness, her fear so strong that it made her voice seem a bit deeper, \"by chance, is only a prototype, right? Harmless?\"\n\nHe huffed once more, turning to face her. He paused at the sight of the half-empty water bottle and her anxious expression. Instead of fluttering to her side and caring for her, he crossed one arm and pinched the bridge of his nose in disappointment. After he grappled with his annoyance with her he said, \"You're lucky that the estrogen variant will be completed soon.\"\n\n\"In hours?\" she hopefully inquired, feeling her stomach sink in worry.\n\n\"In months,\" he corrected cynically. \"Get on the examination table so I can make sure that your blood didn't turn into liquid copper, or something,\" he snapped, peeling off his gloves and washing his hands before putting new ones on.\n\nThe examination was the closest thing she had ever got to sex from him. He poked and prodded, cupping her breasts and feeling down her hips and even demanding that she got undressed. Her attraction distracted her enough to keep her from noticing how her body was beginning to morph. \n\nIt was simple at first. Hips becoming less wide, breasts shrinking, that sort of thing. Next came her hair shedding, leaving a short bob in its wake, her chest entirely flat in a matter of minutes, and a fire building up in her loins that she was unable to ignore. The entire time, her superior was simply taking notes and checking her vitals every few minutes.\n\n\"Aren't you going to do anything else?\" she -- likely more of a 'he' now -- asked in his deeper-than-usual voice. He bit his lip at his growing arousal, resting his hands in between his legs to hide what was going on. Why was he getting shy now?\n\n\"What are you feeling?\" he deflected, stepping closer. \"Your emotions should be a bit out of control by now; on normal testosterone replacements, most report being easier to aggravate. I'm aiming to remove that notion entirely, along with other unpleasant effects like excessive sweating, hyper-arousal, sexuality confusion or changes in sexual tastes, texture changes...\"\n\n\"Well, I'm definitely not feeling in control,\" the assistant snapped angrily.\n\n\"Emotional,\" the scientist noted to himself, beginning to write, \"with little control over her temper.\" For some reason, he flinched at being called 'she'. His superior glanced up, peering over his glasses at the reaction. \"Random pains?\" he questioned.\n\n\"That doesn't feel right,\" the assistant quietly said, moreso to himself than anyone else.\n\n\"Gender dysphoria,\" the scientist noted with curiosity, beginning to write and say his words again, \"Subject is beginning to feel comfortable with his new assigned gender, possibly proving that dysphoria as a whole could be lifted from the transition process with this formula.\"\n\n\"What else should I exp...\" The assistant took a shaky breath as he felt something change. \"...expect?\"\n\n\"What are you feeling?\" the scientist deflected again, looking down his assistant's body before resting at where his hands covered his crotch. \"Hyper-arousal appears to still be in play,\" he murmured to himself, his voice followed by the scratches of a pen on paper.\n\nThe assistant looked down with worry, finding that his hands could no longer hide the biggest change yet. A brand new cock, not quite the biggest yet still throbbing with need and leaking pre at the tip. \"Oh, dammit,\" he growled to himself, yet found no discomfort in such a change."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Cumming into a succubus even once binds you into service to her for eternity. Unfortunately, you didn't realise she was one until too late...
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"content": "He lies there, panting with a stupid grin on his face.\n\n\"That was incredible!\" He whispers.\n\nThe woman continues to straddle him. Her smile turns mocking. \"Oh yeah baby, that was delicious.\"\n\nThe man was about to say something dumb when noticed her eyes were glowing a soft orange with slits for pupils. His thoughts were muddled, and all he could think was how beautiful she was.\n\nWhen he next awoke, he found himself in a cage. A spiked collar chained to the ground sat tight around his neck. He was naked, lying in a pile of cloth. Looking around, he saw he was in some kind of bed chamber. A tall, ornate four poster bed with opulent purple sheets sat just to his right and across the room was a tall vanity lit by candles.\n\nIt was quiet and empty save for him. There was no door to his cage, it was just interwoven bars.\n\nThe creak if the door startled him, and in walked the woman from last night, it at least it looked like her.\n\nAs she approached, he realized her skin was a nice shade of magenta and small horns poked out from her forehead. A spade tipped tail peeked out from behind her, whipping like a cats' might.\n\n\"A good, you're awake. Wash up, I'm going to need you soon.\" She tossed a rag through the bars and slid a bowl of perfumed water through a slit under the bars.\n\n\"Hurry up and be a good boy, mama's hungry,\" she said in a voice like warm honey.\n\nIt took only a few minutes before he was out of the cage, washed down and perfumed. The collar still hung around his neck but now the chain connected to the middle of the room. It was barely long enough to reach the bed comfortably but nothing else.\n\nThe woman? Demon? Returned a moment later. She now wore only a simple silk robe.\n\n\"Lay down on the bed and don't speak,\" she said.\n\n\"What are you-\" he began.\n\nWith a sharp look, she stifled his protest. All he could do was obey.\n\nHe laid down on the nice soft sheets, and couldn't help but get hard. Despite the circumstance, it was kind of enticing in a strange way.\n\nThe woman dropped her robe. He had to choke off a gasp. She was curvier and with larger breasts and thicker thighs. But that one thing his eye was drawn to was the foot long flaccid cock hanging between her legs.\n\nShe smirked at his surprise. \"Satisfy me, and you be rewarded with it.\"\n\nAnd with that, she climbed onto the bed and straddled the captive man. With quick practiced movements she was over his own erect penis. Her cock was dripping just a bit and her pussy lips were completely soaked. With one delicate hand she guided him in and plunged.\n\nOver and over she bounced up and down on his cock. All the while, her dick slowly grew harder before coming to full attention. It was nearly as long as his forearm. She let out moans of pleasure, but he dared not make a noise. The look she gave him the first time was so fierce, he was afraid what she might take from him if he made any sound.\n It was unbelievable, despite him being terrified.\n\nIt only took a matter of minutes before she was screaming out in climax. Both the lips of her pussy and the head of her cock exploded in appreciation. His entire chest was coated in thick ropes of her cum and his penis was saturated by her juices.\n\nShe fell into him, heedless of the mess she just made all over him. She didn't even bother pulling him out.\n\n\"That was... fantastic...\" she said between deep breaths.\n\nWith a strange twinge of excitement, he dared to speak. \"Did I please you... mistress?\"\n\nShe smirked. \"You did. And I guess that deserves a reward.\"\n\nHe could feel the overwhelming sense of pride for pleasing her, a strange emotion that didn't seem to really come from him. Like it was being broadcast into him. But either way, he really wanted it now.\n\n\"Flip around and present,\" she said.\n\nObeying her command, he was now face down on her bed, dripping her cum all over the nice sheets.\n\nShe was not gentle, she did not wait for him. The only warning he got was when her head was pressing right into his back door.\n\nIt was a miracle how much of her he could fit. He could sworn she was buried down to the hilt, absolutely splitting him open.\n\nAnd then started the thrusts. She drew back nearly all the way before impaling him upon her cock. And on she repeated this.\n\nHe had never experienced this before, it was rough and painful and horrifying, but he couldn't deny how good it felt. She was an expert at getting off, and she brought all her skills to bear.\n\nGrabbing either side of his ass, she used him like a living toy, utterly merciless in exploiting him.\n\nAnd all he could do was love every moment of it. He probably would never walk again, but he ever did he would throw it all away for round two.\n\nThe pleasure built deep inside him, somehow collecting along every inch of his secret tunnel. Maybe it was her supernatural ability, or maybe he was a pent up man in denial, but right now it all felt so right.\n\nAnd as if to corroborate, he felt it. His cock in response to the pounding he was receiving began spurting. It wasn't full climax. She was much too good for that yet. But it was close.\n\nShe slowed, and sped up as needed to keep him right at the edge. He was saying silent prayers to his new mistress to let him cum, but whether she heard him or not, she did not relent. It was a great game for her. Keep them begging for more.\n\nIt was a game and she was the professional with the ridiculous contract. And she was winning.\n\nBut soon, all good things make way for better things.\n\nWith absolute mad thrust, she gained speed until he reached the point of no return.\n\nHe absolutely unloaded, his own cum mixing with what had dripped onto her bed. Hot seed shit into his ass, filling him like the pathetic plaything he was. And he couldn't be happier.\n\nUsed up and spent, he collapsed in the mess they made together. His mistress withdrew unceremoniously.\n\nWiping off her cock, she said, \"get cleaned up and back in your cage. If you're not in your cage when I returned, you won't enjoy next time.\"\n\nAnd with that, she left her dirty new toy wallowing in their mixing cum. She smiled.\n\nA new plaything for her to use up."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She's feeling horny and needy, but despises the idea of looking that way. How does our attention whore heroine get what she wants without admitting what she wants?
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"content": "Sarah filled the bucket with water. She had been told they were brutes and the worst people by every news outlet until the internet stopped, then it was her neighbours telling her. Sarah found herself waking up, the sheets wet, but not from a nightmare. She couldn’t tell anyone about it. The front had reached her town, her neighbours either fled or hunkered down. Sarah gazed out the window at the 4 tanks, 30-50 troops. It was wrong but she had hoped the stories were true, she waited but still they sat, making camp. Soldiers had checked her home for weapons and rebels… and then they left. She had made her complaints as expected of her, maybe she overdid it?\n\nSarah shook the thought free. No point dwelling on the past. Sarah checked the bucket weight, any more and she wouldn’t be able to carry it. She hung a towel over the side and lifted it in both arms. The elevators didn't work so she had to use the fire escape, making her way toward the troops, catching a few eyes and seeing hands flinch toward weapons. She didn’t speak their language, a tall one grumbled something at the group of troops with him and they settled, their eyes following her to the tank. Sarah dipped the cloth and began scrubbing away the grime, if they were not brutes maybe she would earn some brownie points, maybe some rations. If they were… one can only hope. The tall man walked over chewing on an apple to lean against the tank, the top was above even his shoulders.\n\n“Something something tank something.”\n\n“I’m cleaning your tank, maybe you will give me food.”\n\n“Something something.” and he offered the apple.\n\nSarah accepted it and took a bite, After a month of bread and canned food it was pretty fucking good. Sarah reluctantly handed it back.\n\n“Something…” and a ‘no you keep it’ raised hand. He slapped the tank and stroked the metal, his mouth turning to a smile. “...something something house? Something.”\n\n“It’s your tank… it's your home? Must be cramped, there are no women in your platoon?” asked sarah. He couldn't understand her but what was she going to do? Ignore him? Charades? Sarah finished the apple, stripping the core. Tall man held out a hand and she passed it to him. He ate the core and spat out a seed.\n\nWith a hand to his chest. “Marek.”\n\n“Sarah.” she rinsed the cloth and began scrubbing the metal again under his inquisitive gaze.\n\n“Something something something tank?”\n\n“Don’t get me wrong, they are nice but I wish they didn’t rip up the roads… not much room for a bed inside, must be cold and uncomfortable.” said Sarah, gesturing cold with her arms over her chest.\n\n“Do you speak Angurst?” said Marek, it was a simple phrase she had heard in school.\n\n“No…” said Sarah in Angurst, following it up with her native tongue. “... I guess this is no way to bring out the brute in you... Standing orders not to rough up the local population?”\n\nHe didn’t seem to catch that one, confusion running over his face. He spoke with hand gestures.\n\n“Sarah, look, over? In? Dive?” Then he slapped the tank.\n\nSarah nodded. “I’ve never seen inside one before. Maybe the worst will happen.”\n\nMarek took a hand hold and with a well practised motion lifted himself onto the top, he offered her a hand. Sarah expected a gentle pull as she found footholds but he almost lifted her body clean onto the tank, she barely had to step on the track. The men behind gave a cheer and Sarah felt her cheeks warming. She wasn’t like that, she wouldn’t mind it but she wasn't.\n\n“Something something something.” said Marek with a universal ‘don’t worry about them’ gesture.\n\nSarah climbed down into the hatch, his hand lowering her, he hadn’t yet let her go. His palm hard and course.\n\n“Not much room, how can you fit in here? You couldn’t even grope someone without catching yourself on something.” said Sarah.\n\n“Something.” probably ‘this is my house’. He gestured to a set of ammo racks and Sarah climbed to the flat surface over them. He slipped through the cramped space with practised ease to kneel beside her laid back position, she couldn’t sit up. Sarah was about to slide back out but his firm hand moved to catch her waist, sliding her back over the smooth metal. Sarah reached for his hand, trying to restrain it as it slid up her dress, pulling the material with it. Sarah looked to him and only saw lust in his eyes.\n\n“Something” said firmly in threat. Sarah slid deeper into the space from him only for his hand to grab the material tightly and say it again, it was a warning. Sarah bit her lip and nodded to him, unsure what she was agreeing to, only knowing it probably would result in less violence. Marek moved forward, placing a knee between her thighs and brought her dress up her hips. She wasn’t wearing underwear. Sarah cringed and looked away as his eyes moved to hers, judging her. A hand pressed to her chest as he ran a finger over her sex, feeling how wet she had become. \n\n“Something something.”\n\n“I’m not like that, I just… I don’t want to ask for it, I just want it taken from me.” said Sarah, it was a relief to finally say it aloud even if he couldn’t understand. Marek slid her hips down to straddle his leg, pushing up her dress to reveal her midriff.\n\n“Something” said threateningly. Sarah nodded.\n\nMarek forced his lips to hers, holding a wrist above her head, Sarah put her other beside it as he brought her leg around his back, compliant in his movements despite fighting the kiss. His hand struck her cheek and Sarah shrank back, looking up into his severe eyes. She may have fucked up, until now it had just been a silly girls fantasy. \n\n“I… I don’t want to get hurt, maybe a little roughness but, please…” he wasn’t getting any of this, Sarah followed his guiding hands, there was only one wat out of this, it was following his desires. Sarah wrapped her legs around his waist, her wrists remaining where he had put them as he unzipped his fly. She was so fucking wet, her sex betraying how scared she had slowly become. Marek slid a finger easily inside her, she wasn’t sure if she preferred the threatening gaze or the way his eyes now mocked her. The finger was replaced with his cock that slowly pushed deeper into her. His fingers around her throat and hip as he took her with hunger. She was the apple and he was going to devour all of her. The hard metal sliding beneath as each thrust crashed into her. \n\n“Oh fuck thast feels good.” said Sarah, fear in her voice despite her words. It was everything and more than she had wanted and bargained for. She could feel it building and when she opened her eyes, she could see he knew it too. Sarah’s hand covered her face, unable to take the shame of cumming while his hand forced her down. She heard his threatening words and put her hand back, forced to endure him seeing her do it. The shame and fear mixing with his thrusts to draw her over the edge. Her legs pulling tight around him. Her sex squeezing down as a moan ran out of her held throat. She couldn’t think about him seeing her defeat, everytime it entered her mind a quake ran through her, if she opened her eyes she would see him, cocky and mocking. He pulled out and she felt the warm loops of cum against her waist. The sounds easing until the tank was silent.\n\n\\-\n\nSarah expected to go home afterward, she hadn’t expected Marek to lay her on the front of his tank, tying her arms together behind her back. She struggled until his threatening words drew her still. She was held up, he knees bound appart for her sex to be on display, her arms drawn to push out her breasts as he cut her dress away. They could see her, not just the tank crews and soldiers but her neighbours. The men were cheering something.\n\n“What are they saying.” asked Sarah.\n\n“They are calling you the ‘tank slut’, don’t worry, while they can look they wont touch… unless being used by others gets you off too…” said Marek in pure, well spoken and even fucking articulate Sarahnese. He had understood every word. Sarah felt her shame crescendo, her excitement running down her thighs for all to see."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The rent was unbelievably low. It wasn't until after I'd moved in that I learned the real price.
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"content": "As a fresh graduate working my first real job in the metropolis, an affordable roof over my head was the most important necessity. A warm shower and a plump bed were what needed to chase away 12 hours of accumulated fatigue in office.\n\n\nAnd that was how I came into renting this place.\n\n\nI was renting a room in this 3 bedroom apartment. The other 2 rooms were occupied by 2 other girls.\n\n\nThe rent was half the going rates in this location, and I couldn't agree fast enough. I should have seen the smirks on my would-be housemates' undeniably beautiful faces, but I was too happy to have found a huge saving.\n\n\nIt was the third night that I was made aware of the fine prints on the lease. \n\n\nYou see, my housemates were succubus, and apparently they needed a steady supply of sperm as their source of energy. Now it was not as though they would have any problem getting sperm donors. Kelsey sported a long straight blonde hair with big round eyes. Her smile could charm a bird from the tree. Kelly meanwhile was a brunette with cute shoulder length bangs. There were baby fats on her face, but those would only enhanced her cuteness.\n\n\nBut not every sperms would do - they needed a very specific type of sperms. Apparently, only a small amount of people produced these sperms, and I was one of the lucky, or unlucky few.\n\n\nOr so I was told.\n\n\nI was supposed to supply both of them my sperm every other day, 2 times a day. In the morning I was supposed to cum in the mouth, and at night, in the pussy. Since there were two of them, I practically had to cum twice a day, everyday, into them, alternatively.\n\n\nAt the beginning, I had no complaint. Kelsey and Kelly were naked all the time at home. They both had long toned legs, and six pax abs to die for. On the chest department, Kelsey had a pair of heavy and round breast while Kelly had perky small tits. And amazingly, these two very attractive girls were taking turns pleasuring me everyday.\n\n\nTheir bedroom skills were quite similar. Perhaps they practiced and explored together, I didn't know and didn't bother to ask. It was hard to describe, but I felt like in a dream-like state every time they blow me or fucking me.\n\n\nBut after 6 months, the drain was felt. I was getting more and more tired, and my love life was non-existent, for obvious reason. This could not go on.\n\n\nI had to renegotiate the terms.\n\n\nJust don't be distracted by their naked bodies while negotiating.\n\n\n\n.\n.\n.\n\nEdit: some typos"
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"content": "*\"Settle down girls - settle down! Now I know you're all excited for todays film but I shan't start it until you all quiet down! Yes please Stella, if you would get the lights and then we can begin\"*\n\n&#x200B;\n\nHello, and welcome to Part Three of our series in How to be a Good Wife. As you already know, being a good wife to your husband is the greatest thing a woman can ever hope to achieve. Leave the boring science and math and politics to the menfolk. Ever wonder why men look so serious? It's because they have to do all the boring thinking, while women can do fun stuff like washing and ironing, and taking good care of their husbands.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nWhen your future husband gets home from a hard day in the office, try not to bother him too much with details of your day. He doesn't want to hear the gossip about the neighbours, or how you need another cake mixer - he just needs to relax.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nAs we talked about in Part One of our series, you can help with this by having his slippers, pipe and a glass of his favourite whisky ready for him upon his return. Another thing that can help is what we mentioned in Part Two - always being availble for marital relations. We shall expand upon that in today's film.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n**Facefucking, and how to do it right!**\n\n&#x200B;\n\nFor the purposes of this film I shall be pretending that I am married to Michelle here. Pretty little thing isn't she? Hello Michelle.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nNow imagine I've just returned from a hard day of work, perhaps in a bank or an office. Michelle has my pipe, slippers and drink, but maybe I had a rude customer, or my boss was too demanding, and I need to relieve more stress than usual. How do you think Michelle could help?\n\n&#x200B;\n\nYes, that's right - by being available for marital relations. Now Michelle here could take upstairs and ride me, and I'm sure we'd both have a fine old time, but often men don't want to be bothered with pleasuring his wife too, and just need to get some energy out of their system.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nMichelle, why not give some examples of things a wife might say to her husband in this instance?\n\n&#x200B;\n\n*\"Golly, thats a tough one for my silly little female brain... I guess I'd just say something like: \"hello darling, would you like to fuck my throat?\" or maybe I would try \"good evening dear, my whore mouth is ready for you\". I suppose I might not even need to say anything, and just look pretty enough that my husband does it without being asked\"*\n\n&#x200B;\n\nGosh Michelle, that sounds swell, I would be pleased to take you up on that offer.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nNow girls, watch how Michelle strips down to just her brassiere and panties. This is so we don't ruin her pretty dress, and also to make her more visually appealing to her husband. Doesn't she look great?\n\n&#x200B;\n\nMichelle will now lie on the sofa or armchair with her head hanging over the edge. Yes, I know it looks funny, but you'll get used to it soon enough.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nHer mouth is open invitingly, and so I shall kneel here and take out my penis. Often husbands are already hard at this point, but don't worry if yours is not. You can soon coax him into life with your hand working his shaft and by sucking on his testicles... just like that Michelle... you've done this before...\n\n&#x200B;\n\nSome husbands like to slap their now erect penis against their wife's face. If it feels humiliating to you then please remember that is kind of the point, and try not to take it too personally. It's all part of being a good wife.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nNow I'm just going to put the tip inside Michelle's mouth... take your time here girls if you can, sucking your husband like this helps you lubricate your mouth with saliva, and prepare your throat for what is to come. Watch how Michelle is still using her hand to stroke me and massage my balls, taking her time until she's ready. \n\n&#x200B;\n\nShe may want to encourage me to push deeper by reaching around my waist and pulling me towards her, but many husbands prefer to be in control themselves. If your husband slaps your hands away like I've just done to Michelle then don't worry - maybe use those hands to fiddle with that delicate pink pearl between your legs instead!\n\n&#x200B;\n\nMichelle has kept her brassiere on, but I can still reach under the cups with my hands to touch her should I want, or I can use my hands to hold her head steady while I fuck her mouth\n\n&#x200B;\n\nMichelle opens her mouth wider, and I... I start to fuck her throat... it feels really fucking good... Don't be alarmed by the noise Michelle is making, that's just her gag reflex. The noise is a big attraction to some husbands. Isn't that right Michelle, you fucking slut?\n\n&#x200B;\n\nWith each stroke spit will come out of Michelle's mouth and run down her face. My cock this deep inside her throat will make her eyes all watery and ruin her make-up. Don't worry about this girls - you will look a dirty, disgusting mess at the end, but again many husbands enjoy that. Are you enjoying that Michelle? Having my cock so deep in your throat? Yes I thought so, you dirty fucking whore.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nI'm going to pump a bit harder now because... well because I want to and it feels good... really fucking good... her throat is all tight and wet and she's making that delicious noise... oh fuck - girls I am going to cum in Michelle's fucking throat...\n\n&#x200B;\n\nMichelle has a few options here. She could swallow the lot, like a good little cumwhore, or she could open her mouth and let it all run down her face, which will also look quite appealing to many husbands. Many good wives will go for a hybrid approach, like Michelle is doing now - let some of it get smeared across your face, so you look like a cumrag, and then scoop it all up with your fingers and lick them clean. Fuck that looks hot, doesn't it girls? Maybe you could try all the different ways with your own husband, and see which he prefers.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nI hope you have found our film today helpful and instructional. Please join me next week for Part Four, where we will be covering how and when to have sex with your girlfriends so your husbands can watch"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: An elf decides to help a human mage improve his concentration with the same exercise she used with other students back home; by having him maintain a spell while she goes down on him.
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"content": "\"Aewulf. Wake up now, my son.\"\n\nThe lump in the bed offered no response.\nA curvaceous woman sitting upon scarlet silk sheets raised her brow, looking upon the lump with pursed lips and a smug idea.\n\nShe left the bed and sauntered over towards the drapes that hid away a windowsill brimming with sunlight. Shine did flood the room, illuminating the wood floors and pillars, along with all manners of accoutrements and furniture littering the chambers.\n\n\"Aewulf, arise.\" The woman repeated somewhat sternly. Her golden locks brilliantly folding back into a lengthy braid over each shoulder. Blue eyes watched the subtle jittery movements of the lump underneath the silken sheet.\n\nAfter a sigh, the woman clears her throat. \"Madam Luciana is patiently awaiting the attendance of her student. But alas, I regret that I must inform her of a postponement.\"\n\nA sudden jolt, sheets thrown from the head of the mattress to the foot, revealing the form of a young man. Lean and relatively muscular. Blonde, like his mother, the woman rousing him from sleep.\n\n\"Couldn't have told me of Madam Luciana sooner, mother?\" He grimaced, wiping his eyes.\n\nSmirking, his mother claimed a tunic from her son's dresser, grabbing the ring that was bolted to the ornate norse engravings upon the wood.\n\n\"Her mention caught a rather swift response... mayhaps I should use her presence as incentive every morning.\"\n\n\"It's not... it's simply impolite to leave a lady waiting.\"\n\n\"But you readily leave your mother to repeat herself?\"\n\n\"I.... hgm...\" Aewulf grumbled, grabbing the tunic and slipping into it. He knew that his mother was aware of his... disposition towards the Sorceress Luciana, evident by her teasing words. It was no surprise to her. Prince Aewulf The Spark, as the kingdom knew him, was a growing boy of eighteen. He had needs and desires.\n\nThe tunic was basic, but comfortable. Much the way Aewulf preferred his attire. He felt the fanciful clothing of Jarls and other officials too stuffy and flashy for his liking. A thought he shared with his father.\n\nScratching his head and already sporting cheeks ablush, he sent his mother away. \"When she gets here, send her in.\"\n\n\"She's already here.\"\n\nAewulf's head darted around towards his chamber door, his body following suit.\n\nSure enough, there she was. Sorceress Luciana, known only by her first name.\n\n\"Good morning, my prince.\" She happily bowed, lifting slightly the narrow streak of fabric that apparently constituted the front of her dress. He could see vast reaches of her pale, soft thighs and hips. The garter straps holding on to her lengthy black stockings as they hugged her slender legs.\nNot to mention, her virtually non-existent top coverings. They merely consisted of a cobalt-hued collar connected to the midsection portion of her dress by two frilly strands of lace barely the width of a fist combined.\n\nShe rose back up, a warm smile on her undeniably gorgeous face. Low resting eyelids above her treasured gold eyes, giving her a calm and considerate visage. Her breasts jiggled softly as she rose back to her neutral standing position. Long, luscious and straight white hair rested upon her shoulders, dagger-shaped ears cutting through the stream of her locks.\n\n\"I realize the day before yesterday was your birthday. Congratulations. I apologize that I wasn't there to celebrate with you on that sacred day. I had to make... certain preparations.\" She rested her gentle white fingers upon her smooth pale chin.\n\n\"Fret not over it, Madam Luciana...\" He slowly began to smile, her presence somehow simultaneously laying his nerves to ease with her gentle aura, and also setting his heart aflame with her bewitching beauty... and lack of covering.\n\n\"Now you treat Madam Luciana with care, understand young man?\" A smirking mother jokingly says as she proceeds through the chamber door.\n\n\"Mother!\" Aewulf shouts, his elation becoming embarrassment.\n\nThe teacher giggles, waving the prince's maternal figure goodbye after she proclaims: \"Ufufu... don't worry about your boy, Aesira. In all the years he's studied under me, he's never failed to offer me a warm welcome.\"\n\n. . ."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Convinced that there is no way chewable tablets could make her breasts bigger, a web model has been eating the ones she got as a promotion like regular candies all day. This would be *many* times the recommended dose...
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"content": "Do not exceed more than 2 candies per day! Well, Alissa was well past that.. She had a bit of a sweet tooth, and finding these minty tablets were no different. Supposedly they could \"Make your breasts bigger and better!\" Like that wasn't bullshit. \n\nThough... She was starting to feel just a bit hot in her outfit. Today's photoshoot had her posing with different suits on to show a designer's mainstream appeal to either gender. It was a nice suit, with a crisp black jacket, a fine and prim white undercoat and a very neat red tie that complimented her blonde hair perfectly. \n\n\"Try posing to the right but looking upwards to the left.\" The photographer directed her, getting different angles for the shots was important. They would be posted all over, they even had a magazine!\n\n\"Bye everyone!\" After the day was done, she put on her jacket and stood up to go. She slipped another \"mint\" onto her tongue and walked out of the studio, straight to her apartment. \n\n\"Hahhh! Feels so nice to be home after a long day\\~\" Alissa said, slipping into her bath. The bath had all sorts of nice features, 12-way, 8 piece jets, perfect temp water, a nice spacious area, truly a delight. She poured some lavender suds into the bath, and instantly the scent filled her nostrils. \n\n\"Now this is the life\\~\" She said, sitting back and putting her arms on top of the tub. She sat there relaxing in the wonderful, hot water, when suddenly she felt a heaving heat build up inside of her breasts. \n\n\"Aaah!\" She sat up quickly , holding her breasts in her hands. \n\n\"What's happening??\" Her breasts began to surge and swell, then they began to expand! She wasn't ever particularly endowed, so this sudden change of pace was extremely strange! Her body tensed and twitched and her legs seized, she slammed her hands onto the ground and cried out!\n\n\"AHhAHaaAHAAA\" Her head moved side to side as her breasts surged and grew and grew, bouncing about and making the water splash. \n\nIt was over as soon as it started, with Alissa sitting and heaving out heavy breaths in the tub. She started to tap around the side of the tub, she couldn't even move her eyes to look down. Suddenly, the tub surged to life with the power of every jet! Bubbles and lavender suds rose and Alissa moaned as one of the jets pulsed directly onto her vagina, and 2 of the others pushed onto her breasts. \n\nShe moaned as the bubbles flew straight onto her, batting her breasts around gently and moving up her vagina. Unconsciously, she moved her body and pressed into the jets, doubling the stimulation. \n\nShe cried out as her body pulsated with pleasure, building and building like little jets inside he own body. She throbbed with need and almost in answer she rose quickly to orgasm.\n\n\"KYAHH\\~!\" Her neck flew upward and drool dribbled down her chin as an intense pleasure flew through her body, causing her to arch her back and groan.\n\nShe sat back, panting and relaxing after all that just happened. Her body basked in a delightful afterglow, and the jets seemed to almost slow down. The tense knots in her muscles seemed to melt away, and she fell asleep...\n\nCritique welcome! I'm always looking to improve!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A new clerk at a lingerie shop is intimidated by the way that all the other employees are such busty, sexy girls, but the manager gave a promise, "Don't worry. After a few days, you'll fit right in..."
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"content": "\"Uhh, hey... I appreciate you taking me around and showing me the ropes. It's really nice of you, but is there any way I could just hang out in the back and sort products or something?\" I asked, glancing around the store. It was, fortunately, pretty empty at the moment. A handful of customers who had already noted that I was there, decided it was a novelty, and moved on with their shopping.\n\n\"Can I just say? It is, like, so cute how embarrassed you are to be working here,\" Lacy said. \"We've all been there, seriously. It takes a little while to get over it, cause society totally tells you that this is all something that should be embarrassing, but it's whatever. You know?\" \n\n\"Sure, yeah...\" I said, nodding and running a hand through my hair. \"Totally valid, though there is a bit of a difference between us.\" I looked Lacy over. She was a knockout. Long blonde hair that was braided, a pretty face with bright makeup and big blue eyes, on the shorter side at about 5'2\" with an absolutely killer body. The store uniform, which amounted to a pink t-shirt with a neckline most other stores would laugh you out for trying to wear and whatever bottoms you wanted, which tended to default to yoga pants for most of the other employees I had seen, did almost nothing to hide her amazing curves. \n\nI, on the other hand, was a gangly guy, just shy of 6', almost no muscle, shaggy brown hair with a bit of stubble. My uniform was a pink shirt I had found at the Wal-Mart that occupied the same mall this store was in and a pair of jeans. \n\n\"Do you think I started day one excited to sell underwear? No way, Chris. It's tough for all of us, I swear. Give it a few days, though, and you totally won't give it a second thought.\" \n\nI grimaced and shook my head. \"If you say so...\" \n\n\"I do! Now, come on. You're at a bit of a disadvantage since the rest of us kinda have a more innate knowledge of the products, you know? But we'll get you caught up.\"\n\n\"Great.\" \n\n------------------\n\n\"So, day one went alright?\" Maria asked as she took her seat across from me. Because I was still training, I got the same break as whoever I was shadowing. \"Lacy's a treasure, I'd do a hell of a lot for her, but she can be a bit much when you don't really know her.\" \n\nMaria was a far cry from Lacy. Latina, with curly black hair and deep brown eyes. She had an amazing figure like Lacy did but a couple of inches taller, though, and the same deep cut top. She had joked earlier, when she saw me peeking, that it helped her show off the merchandise. Which... fair. I could see hints of her bra. \n\nI nodded, some hair falling into my eyes which I swept aside. \"Yeah, no, she was really nice. And patient. I'm sure it's not fun having to walk something through... all of the stuff about the various products.\" \n\n\"We all learn it at some point, Chris. Some of us earlier than others of course,\" Maria said, smiling. \"Oh, I don't think I asked. What made you want to work at the shop?\" \n\n\"I applied literally everywhere else. No offense, but the shop wasn't at the top of my list. Just seemed weird for me to even try. But, at a certain point... I needed to make money, you know?\" \n\n\"I hear that. I buy the stuff and I wasn't really eager to sell it, you know? But it's not bad. We can do alright with commission on custom orders and such, get nice discounts-\"\n\n\"Doesn't really apply to me.\" \n\n\"Sure,\" Maria relented. \"Gifts, maybe?\"\n\nI shrugged, about to reply when I saw two people approaching. Big guys, muscular, wearing right polos and khakis. One guy was white with short blonde hair, the other black with closely cropped black hair. \n\n\"Maria, how's it going,\" the black guy said. \n\n\"Not bad, Jay. Just chatting with our new hire.\" \n\nBoth guys looked at me and I could feel my face heating up as they judged me and winced in preparation for the jabs I was sure would follow. Instead, they both just nodded at me. \n\n\"Hey. I'm Jay, this is Reggie. We work at the American Hawk across the mall.\" \n\n\"Uh, nice to meet you.\" \n\n\"We all kinda hang out, cause we tend to have overlapping breaks and stuff. We party on weekends sometimes,\" Maria explained. \n\n\"Yeah. You should hang sometime if you're up to it,\" Jay said. \"It's a good time.\" \n\n\"Oh, uh... yeah. Sounds cool.\" \n\n\"Right on. Anyway, we should grab some eats before we burn our whole breaks. See you two around.\" \n\nAs soon as they were gone, I turned to Maria with wide eyes. \"I was expecting them to give me shit for working there...\" \n\n\"I'm pretty sure they know all us girls would have given them shit and stopped hanging around if they had done that. Don't wanna deal with that shit, you know?\" Maria asked. \"Seriously, it's not a big deal. You've already proven you picked up a lot yesterday. Another couple of days and you'll fit in just fine. You'll probably impress a lot of the customers.\"\n\n\"I... I guess,\" I said, picking at my food. \n\n------------------\n\nMy eyes moved from tag to tag as I flipped through them, bras still in the box. It was a mess, and apparently an unavoidable one. I had been told that it was a chore to sort through the new products that were delivered, and I could see why now. Each box was a seemingly random collection of various styles, colors, and sizes with no apparent rhyme or reason to any of them. One could be a purple lacy bra in 34 E, and the next could be a 30 B push up in black.\n\n\"How are you faring?\" I turned, hair whipping around my face as I did, and saw Kara approaching. She was of similar height to Maria, with vibrant red hair, green eyes, and a figure that matched the rest of the girls I had met. \n\nI groaned and looked down toward the box, then groaned as hair fell into my eyes. I didn't know why I suddenly found it so annoying. It wasn't like I had gone longer without a haircut or anything. It was only...\n\nDown to my shoulders? That didn't feel right. My hair had never been that long in my life. I reached up and touched it, and sure enough it was brushing against my shoulders. When had it gotten so long? It hadn't been a few days ago-\n\n\"Do you need a hair tie?\" Kara asked, reaching for one that was on her wrist. She had several, but she pulled off a pink one and held it out to me. I raised my hand, ready to refuse, when my hair fell into my vision again. \n\nI took it and pulled my hair back into a ponytail with an ease that felt as odd as having hair long enough to pull into one. Something was wrong, and I needed to-\n\n\"Hey, Chris? You with me? I was asking how the stock was going?\" \n\n\"Oh, right,\" I said, shaking my head. \"It's a nightmare. It makes no sense.\" \n\n\"Why do you think we make the newbies do it when we can? We get to pawn off the work we don't want and you get to learn where everything is. A win win.\" \n\n\"I guess...\" I said, still not quite able to shake the feeling that something was wrong. My train of thought had been interrupted, though, and I couldn't quite get back to it. \"Hey, is it alright if I run to the bathroom real quick?\" \n\n\"Sure, go ahead. Just don't leave me in the trenches alone for too long.\" I nodded and headed to the back and ducked into the bathroom. I didn't really need to go, but I did need to clear my head a bit. I went to the sink and ran the tap, splashing some water onto my face and then looking into the mirror. The feeling... had it been something about my appearance? \n\nMy face looked the same to me. Not amazing, but nice enough. Smooth skin, nice lips, nice looking blue eyes. My hair was finally out of my eyes... That seemed closer. Had I done something different to my hair? Maybe I should get it styled or something? Switch things up? That... seemed along the right line of thinking. I wasn't wearing makeup, but that was pretty normal. \n\nWasn't it? It didn't feel like I should wear makeup. I had never... really been that interested in it? Even that didn't seem right. Part of me wondered why I would care about makeup at all, which was valid since I was a g-\n\nA knock at the door disrupted my thoughts, and Kara's voice carried through once the knocking stopped. \"Did you fall in?\" \n\n\"No! Be right out.\" I dried my hands and popped out of the bathroom. \"Sorry,\" I said, meeting Kara's eyes as I stepped out. Something about that seemed wrong. That I could look forward and meet her eyes...\n\n\"Glad you didn't manage to get lost in there. We do need to wrap up the sorting today. It breaks convention, but I'll help you out. It's not too busy, so it should be fine for both of us to do it.\"\n\n\"Thanks, that'd be great.\" \n\n\"Another perk of sorting the new product is that we get first dibs on anything good, right?\" \n\n\"I guess, but I don't need...\" I trailed off, looking down at the two breasts that were pushing out my pink top. Why had I been about to say I didn't need a bra? I wasn't the biggest, only a modest B cup, but I still needed to wear them. The odd feeling came back in full force as I quietly finished my statement. \"I don't need too many.\" \n\n\"We get a discount, and it never hurts to have options, right?\" \n\n\"Yeah, I guess...\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Switching back from hero form to her secret identity always makes your GF hyper horny. After saving the city you think a steamy night is in order.
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"content": "She slid through balcony sliding doors with just a light gust of wind, gliding to a stop. \n\nI smiled and called out, \"Long night, dear?\" \n\nIt is past midnight. She left more than five hours ago, out the balcony as usual. But living in the penthouse suite has its advantages. \n\n\"Be right there, honey,\" she replied. \n\nMy eyebrows went up. She had never used that endearment before. \n\nI poured two glasses of wine and waited. \n\nShe finally appeared, out of her armor, in her bodysuit, accentuating her every curve. \n\nI walked up to her and pecked her on the cheek. \"How shall we celebrate?\"\n\n\"How about you decide this time?\" She wrapped her arms around my waist, already rubbing up against me. That's the way she was, all ready to go after triumphing over evil again. \n\nIt sure is fun having a superheroine as a girlfriend. \n\nI held her cheeks, and turned up her face toward mine, \"How about the playroom?\"\n\n\"Sure!\" She chirped. \n\nI gently turned her around and pushed her toward the corridor, wondering how much time I have. I added a light swat on her buttcheek and she giggled. \n\nAt the 2nd door, I palmed the scanner at the door, then entered the passcode, and the door slowly opened. \n\nThe room appears to be empty, except for some yellow grid lines. \n\nI can feel her hesitate slightly, so I gave her a kiss at her nape. \n\n\"Okay, what now?\"\n\n\"Actually, just stand right there. Okay?\"\n\nWhen she's in position, I ordered, \"Computer, initiate containment protocol bravo-zulu.\"\n\nShe ran toward me, but bounced off a forcefield. \n\n\"What is this, honey? This is not funny.\" She tried to pout. \n\n\"You can drop the act now.\" \n\n\"What act?\"\n\n\"You are not my Lizzette.\"\n\n\"What are you talking about now?! Let me out!\"\n\n\"You really leave me no choice then. Computer, initiate interrogation protocol charlie-lima-six.\"\n\nA St. Andrews cross materialized behind her, and soon chains materialized around her limbs and she's spread-eagled. \n\nI disabled the containment field and looked at her up close. Visually, she really is identical to my Lizzette. \n\n\"What... what are you going to do to me?!\" \n\n\"I just want the truth. Show me your true self.\"\n\n\"But this is...\"\n\n\"Lies will be punished.\"\n\nI got in VERY close to her and sniffed. \n\nNothing. \n\n\"But I really am...\" \n\nI laid a finger across her lips, then quickly withdrew it. \n\nThen I produced a set of nipple clamps and applied them... VERY... VERY... slowly, allowing her to sense every bit of sensation from them. Whether she was wearing real clothes or just using shape-shifting abilities to simulate them, it doesn't matter. \n\nAnd I can see in her eyes that she is feeling every bit of it. \n\n\"Show me your true self,\" I ordered. \n\nShe closed her eyes, clamped her jaws, and turned away. \n\n\"Defiance will be punished.\"\n\nShe did not reply. \n\nI touched her nether regions. \n\nHer eyes popped open, and I see fear for a moment, but she closed her eyes again. \n\n\"Computer, initiate stimulation protocol bravo-golf.\"\n\n\"What... what are you doing?!\"\n\n\"Oh, the computer will keep stimulating you, gently, but keep you from climaxing. You'll be begging me to let you come soon. You will give up all your secrets to me. Hahahahahaaaaa!\"\n\nI left the room, leaving her to her cries of desperation. \n\n\\------\n\nShe slid through balcony sliding doors with just a light gust of wind, gliding to a stop. \n\nI smiled and called out, \"Long night, dear?\" \n\nIt is past midnight. She left more than six hours ago, out the balcony as usual. But living in the penthouse suite has its advantages. \n\n\"Oh, you're still up. Did something happen? I had an intruder alert warning, but it went off before I can ask you about it.\"\n\n\"Ah, we had a visitor. I got her trapped in the playroom with stimulation bravo-golf. She pretended to be you. Tsk, tsk. \"\n\n\"Bravo-golf, huh? When we last played we used bravo-charlie.\"\n\n\"I've been iterating them pretty quickly, and she appeared at the right time.\"\n\n\"You think she'd be receptive for a threesome?\"\n\n\"After an hour of bravo-golf? There's a good chance of it.\"\n\n\"Let's meet our new plaything then.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You are the hero’s arch enemy. The only problem is, you never wanted to be. All you’ve been trying to do this whole time was ask them out to dinner.
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"content": "Soaring in the sky, flapping my batlike wings, scaly tail waving behind me, I pondered. I had tried and tried again to get the Princess Tiara to come out with me for dinner, I knew a magical grove which produced the most delicious fruits, but she kept throwing fireballs at me whenever I raised the matter. \n&nbsp; \nStill, if dragons have a good quality, it's perseverance. And I could see the princess through the castle window now, reading a good book. Time for another attempt, I think. \nFlaring my wings, I allowed myself to drop onto her balcony with a crash and announced my presence with a roar, reaching out and tugging the balcony doors open with a paw. \n\"Princess Tiara!\" I declared, \"I *hunger*!\" \n&nbsp; \nOf course, the castle guards filed into the room and started poking me with their spear things to try and get me to go away, but I waited patiently for Tiara to come out of her room. \nAnd she did, book still in hand. And she was smiling! Normally she'd give me one of those narrow-eyed looks before chucking the fireballs, but today it was a real smile! \n\"Draco,\" she casually greeted me. My tail lashed back and forth eagerly, and I started towards her, when she raised a hand and continued \"*Subjungo hic draconis*.\" \n&nbsp; \nThere was a bright flash of light, and all of a sudden I felt...very restrained. As though I had gotten tangled up in vines or a giant spider's web. \n...No, it wasn't either of those. It was some kind of glowing magical binding, covering and tethering my paws together, tying my wings and tail, strapping my muzzle shut. Apparently that book in Tiara's hand was a spellbook, and she had just used the dragon-binding spell in it, on me. \n&nbsp; \n*Verrrry* interesting. Who knew the princess had such tastes? \n&nbsp; \nI carefully stood up and tried to walk towards Tiara, but with a snap of her fingers, the bindings on me pulled me back into a sitting position. \n\"Well, well, it seems I've caught you at last.\" the princess purred, before she turned to the guards surrounding me. \"Take him to the dungeons, I'll figure out what to do with him later.\" \nThe guards saluted simultaneously, before one of them took my leash (where did it come from?) and started marching me towards the castle's basement. Kiiiinky. \n&nbsp; \n----- \n&nbsp; \n(I shall leave off here for the time being because getting tired.)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Stranded on a cursed island where men can never go soft, a plethora of savage monster women have made you their plaything
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"content": "James really didn’t like waking up in the morning. He was normally a belly sleeper, but had been able to “convert” to a back sleeper once landing on this cursed island. \n\nIt was quite the weird feeling when he had first landed on the island. James and the other guys had started to freak out as they felt their pants tighten. And after a few minutes they all had given in and had let their cocks out and be free. Since they were all rock hard. \n\nThen they were surprised by the group of women. Although one of the other guys in the group put it best when he exclaimed, “bloody hell, they are atrocious!” When he first saw the ladies. \n\nAfter that exclamation the only thing you could hear is all the guys trying to fight off and cuss out the “monster bitches” (MBs) as they have been nicknamed. But it was to no avail, as the ladies were too powerful and sexually pent up to be deterred from their desires. \n\nWhich translated to all the guys ending up on their backs, with whichever MB that had captured them riding them like a crazy woman. \n\nBut back to James waking up this morning. With him on his back he usually wakes up to the bed bouncing. And should he open his eyes he is seeing a MB riding his cock and bounce and grunting hard. If he’s lucky she is riding reverse cowgirl. Which makes the view a bit easier to take in as his first sight to see. Even if it may be quite the huge ass he’s looking at. \n\nIf James is feeling bold he may even smack the ass that’s bouncing on his cock. That will either make the MB moan and tell him to do it again. Or for the MB to scream and tell hm to just lay there and take. \n\nNow if the MB is facing him, that’s a bit more precarious. The tits on these MBs are huge. And they don’t care for James’s well being. If they really get swinging he may even get a few bruises from those monstrosities. But if he’s lucky they just shove them in his face so he can suck on the and bite them and try not to get smothered by them. \n\nThe other part that sucks is the ones that don’t cum easy. James isn’t a guy that can last for days. So after a while his cock is spasming and unloading deep inside the MB. But they haven’t came yet so they keep riding. Which doesn’t help his now sensitive cock. James thinks some of them just keep riding to him squirm and fight them. \n\nOne of the few benefits of a morning wake up call like this is if the MB is pregnant. They do see to be even hornier when pregnant, which is hard to imagine. But once they get pregnant they seem to change a little and get prettier, well pretty for a monster bitch. And they start lactating early on. With the milk being quite tasty. Some of the guys hate it, but James quite likes it. \n\nThe MBs seem to talk and now James is quite popular with the pregnant MBs. Which is fine for James. Getting fucked all the time is quite tiring and draining, literally and figuratively. The milk gives him a nice calorie and energy boost. \n\nThis morning he was being woken up by Sally. That’s not her real name, just the name James has given her. She is also pregnant, so theirs that benefit. Sally also seems to really like James, so she’s not quite as rough. \n\nJames opens his eyes to see Sally arching her back. Putting her massive belly and breasts on display in the morning sun. James actually felt his cock twitch as he smiled at Sally. She moaned and smirked back at him. \n\nHe wasn’t able to enjoy the view long. As Sally pushed her chest down and shoved one of her nipples in his mouth. James immediately latched on and start sucking the liquid gold out of her engorged breasts. She rode him and grinned on him as he drained her breasts. James has figured out how to quickly drain them. \n\nOnce Sarah’s breasts were empty she leaned back and started to ride James hard and deep. Each time she slams down James can feel his whole body get pounded into the bed. He just lays back and tries not to get pummeled by her breasts. \n\n“Fuck!!!” James exclaims out loud. His orgasm was building, and he finally lost it. His cock unloads and fills her pussy up. Another downfall of the curse is James gets backlogged and cums a ton the first thing in the morning. Sarah moans at feeling her pussy getting filled and then loses it on James’s cock. She is a squirter, so James cock, balls, stomach, thighs and bed get absolutely soaked. \n\nJames swears in his head, cleaning up after Sarah fucks him is always a pain in the ass. He lays there as Sarah bounces and then grinds on James cock. She moans as a few after shocks course through her body. James squirms a bit as his cock is a bit sensitive now. She laughs and pinches her nipple to squirt some milk in his face. James just opens his mouth as it sprays all over the bed and him. \n\nSarah dismounts off of James and walks out of his room. James lays there, wondering if he will be able to clean up this mess Sarah left before another MB comes in to fuck. He just hopes the next MB is pregnant. He really does like their milk."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: After years of stereotypical boring married-life sex, your wife approaches you with a proposition.
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"content": "I used to call it **The Look of Pure Ecstasy**.\n\nBack then it was a face she made often.\n\nFirst, she would press her lips together in a line. Then her nostrils would flare as her breathing became quick and shallow. Finally, she would shut her eyes and part her lips ever so slightly. The corners of her mouth would gently turn upward into a soft smile - the kind that couldn't even begin to describe the joy she felt inside. Hence, **The Look of Pure Ecstasy**.\n\nBack then it was a common occurrence. When we met in college, she would have that look nearly every single time we had sex. We were unashamed and passionate. You wouldn't have to tell us twice! Any chance we got, we would be under the sheets in a heartbeat. As we got older the passion was still there, but things became a bit more conventional and routine. You could say the novelty wore off. Everything started to follow a predictable pattern and it took the fun out of activities. From cooking and cleaning, to work, to sex. As we got older it all just started to feel stale. Which, I suppose, is normal - we still loved each other. We were just kinda *bored*.\n\nDon't get me wrong, we tried changing things up. I introduced some of the moves I've seen online in porn, but those are better left for younger, more flexible and athletic actors. She bought some toys and gadgets that were fun to play around with but we never really got into. We tried throwing adrenaline into the mix by having sex at a park after hours, but we were just too paranoid to fully enjoy it. We even tried exploring other kinks - BOTH of us tried butt play. I found it weird, but didn't mind it. She definitely did not like receiving anal. \n\nEventually, I figured we had given up - that it was just the natural order of things and now we started a new chapter of our lives - an old, boring, sexless chapter.\n\n*C'est la vie?*\n\nBut then last night she surprises me with a bold idea. We were getting ready for bed when she sprung it on me out of no where.\n\n\"It's something I want to try, but I'm worried you won't like it. It's a little kinky\"\n\n\"Anything for you my love\"\n\n\"I want to bring someone into the bedroom\" she said nervously.\n\nFast forward to right now - and **The Look of Pure Ecstasy** on her face.\n\nShe's directly across from me, three fingers furiously pumping in and out of her. Every breath is quick and sharp. Her breasts glisten with sweat as they rise and fall with each rapid inhalation and exhalation. Her hair sticks to the sides of her cheeks. She moans rhythmically, gyrating her hips, thrusting into her hand.\n\nShe is wearing nothing, except for **The Look of Pure Ecstasy**.\n\nI imagine she sees the same look on my face, as she watches me on all fours, getting anally penetrated by a large hunk of a man."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Sex on the first date...
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"content": "**First Date**\n-----------------------\n\n\"So, uh, d-do you want to, uh, make ou-out or something?\" \n\nMorty's voice shook as he looked into the cute red-head's eyes, nervous and eager to feel her soft lips on his. The date had been simple, a dinner and a nice walk in the park. \n\nAll it took was some light conversation and, when the moment felt right, Morty just *had* to ask.\n\n\"Yeah,\" Jessica said as she leaned closer to Morty's face, her lips ready to meet his. Her soft hand brushed his face as she pulled him into a passionate kiss, biting his lip softly as her other hand went to Morty's thigh. \n\nMorty's heart hammered, more excited than he had ever been in his life. Finally, his love for her was being requited and nothing could distract him from the moment. \n\nIt was their first actual date without some disaster going on and Morty was going to enjoy it, feeling her soft breasts with his eager hands. Life had seemed so meaningless but everything he went through was worth it just for *this moment*. \n\nJessica's leg curled up against Morty's as his hand slid under her top, grasping at her breast. It was risky, being so passionate in public, but Morty could think about nothing other than the soft skin between his fingers leading up to a perky nipple. Morty sucked on Jessica's lower lip, his eyes closed as he groped her slight curves.\n\n\"Do you want to *do it* here,\" Jessica breathily uttered into Morty's ear. Morty could feel his hardness pushing against his pants as he tried to calm his nerves.\n\n\"H-here? But, um, wo-won't there be cops o-or something?\" \n\nJessica smirked playfully at Morty's reply. \n\n\"Not if we're fast enough, silly,\" the sensual redhead said as she straddled against the hardness pushing against her thigh.\n\nMorty looked around and, within moments, unzipped his pants. He groped Jessica's soft breast as her fingers gripped his shaft, stroking while Morty kissed the smooth skin of her neck. Jessica pushed aside her panties and began rubbing her slit against Morty's cock, her slickness giving enough wetness to easily glide her fingers up and down the shaft. \n\nMorty tried his best to hold back his moans as her fingers slid the length of his member, clear silkiness ebbing from the tip. Jessica moaned as the underside of the cock slid against her slit, brushing her clit every once in awhile. She couldn't wait any longer; Jessica *needed* to have Morty inside her.\n\nIn one swift motion, Jessica slid him inside her, muffling his moan with a kiss as she rode him. Morty tried his best to finger her clit and grope her while she bounced on him but the pleasure was intense. Jessica was right: they were definitely going to be fast enough to finish before the cops got there. \n\n\"U-uh, J-Jessica, I-I'm going t-to c-,\" Morty could barely finish as Jessica pulled him out and knelt before him, opening her mouth as ropes of white shot onto her tongue, some spattering the sides of her mouth. Jessica licked her lips, cleaning her face off with a finger, licking the sticky whiteness off her finger as she looked eagerly at Morty.\n\n\"This was a nice date. Let's date another time,\" Jessica said as Morty hastily pulled his dick into his pants, zipping it up. \n\n\"Y-yeah, I-I'll get a-another reservation soon,\" Morty said as he quickly followed his date out of the park. \n\n*Wow, I finally did it,* Morty thought as he began his commute home."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Extremely strict diet and exercise during high school had kept her from getting busty like her mom and sisters. When she went away to college and eased a back on it though, puberty caught up *with interest*. At this rate, she'd soon have the biggest chest in the family!
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"content": "Gina was unlike other girls. While other girla would give an arm and leg to have D cup breasts, she had done everything in her power to make sure to stay slender and mostly flat. \n\nShe knew she had the genes for getting those big fat udders that her mom and sister has. And she wanted non of him.\n\nThat was why as soon as puberty started, she had stopped eating any food that contained fat and only eaten what was popularly called as \"rabbit food.\" \n\nIt had worked. It had worked marvellously. She had a A cup at most. Not even needing bras. But she still wore bras though, other wise her big nipples made their presence known in awkward situations. Like that one time she was presenting a project. \n\nAnd now she was finally in college. And like any other student, she decided to have some fun. One night of indulging in fast foods, what harm could it do? Make her a bit fat? She can take care of that with excercise.\n\nSo one day of fast food,..... Two days of fast food....... Daily eating fast food in huge quantities...... It seems she had an inner glutton who had been deprived before this. \n\nPredictably, this led to her gaining weight. A lot. so as planned she went to gym, and through blood sweat and tears brought her weight down massively. \n\nWhat she hadn't predicted was where some of the fat went. It went straight to her chest. From an A cup she went to an E cup within a month.\n\nThe boys noticed the change of course. How could they not, all of my clothes were sized for my previous non existent breast, and this E cup breasts were barely contained by my clothes. she didn't even have any money to buy new clothes, all of it spent on her food addiction and for gym costs and for books.\n\nShe went from being called an iron board to being cat called the \"pillow tits.\" It was embarrassing. To be known for my body rather than for my character.\n\nBut atleast some good came out of it. The popular guy in the college, Peter, had become very interested in her. \n\nGina wasn't one of those girls who were into those Romeo juliet romance. Her previous small chest status meant not many considered her as a candidate for girlfriend. And when Peter came and asked her out, she jumped at the idea.\n\nSo they went on a date. And fast forward a few hours and here she was, pushed against the wall in an alleyway as he raised her skirt and lifting her untill she couldn't make contact with the floor. \n\nHis big strong hands grabbing gripping her top and simply tearing it to give him access to her breasts. \"Fuck, these feel heavenly,\" he moaned as his hand sunk into her soft yet firm breast.\n\nHis other hand wasn't idle, as it lifted one of her leg and placing stretching it and placing it on his shoulder, giving him great access to her pussy.\n\n\"You said you were a virgin right? Only a dildo being your past lover?\" He asked, his hands capturing her sensitive nipple between his thumb and index finger and pinching it, making her moan in affirmative. \n\nHe positions his cock head right on her opening, after pushing her thong to the side.\n\n\"Well from now, you will remember me as the guy who took your virginity in a random alleyway like a whore.\" He said, and without warning, pushed his rather large cock into her in one full thrust. Bottoming out inside her. \n\nHer scream of pain and pleasure, as the cock stretched her insides was muffled as he covered her lips with hers. He didn't move from his posting, letting her get used to having his cock inside her as she arched her back and rolled her hips, trying to get him to move.\n\n\"Thank me for taking your virginity Gina. Go on.\" \n\n\"Tha- thank you Pet-ter\" she whimpered, clamping down on his cock with need. \n\n\"Good girl\" Peter grinned against her lips, knowing that he was going to have lots of fun with this one."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Imps are really needed familiars
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"content": "\"Frankly,\" he said, rather confidentially, \"you can never have too many Imps. Stunningly handy little things, and they make for remarkably good company when you need it.\"\n\nComing from a purported warlock, this was not at all surprising, though the four women speaking to him exchanged appropriately suspicious sidelong looks nonetheless.\n\n\"Look if you don't want my help, that's fine, but you said you needed someone good with dark magic and I'm the best there is. Take some time to think about it.\" He put his boots up and downed the last of his foaming mug before raising it to get the barmaid's attention for a refill. Oddly, no matter what angle he held his head, the hood of his cloak cast an obscuring shadow over his face, revealing only a sharp jaw and a wry grin, slightly wet with ale.\n\nThe three stepped back to discuss-- a quarter that would make most sensible adventurer's heads spin and anyone else's dick hard: Dawn, an amazon clad in more gold than pelt and only a little pelt at that; Rozalin, an elf with an eye that never missed a target-- be it vermin or virgin; Kymerra, a tall, stately woman of the faith, with long blonde hair and creamy white robes, radiating motherly love; and Corwyn, a young noble who, between her duelist's attire and her handsome looks, could be easily mistaken for an effete man at a glance.\n\n\"I don't trust him,\" Dawn sniffed, \"and we agreed no men in this adventuring party.\"\n\nKymerra raised a hand in calm dismissal. \"He wouldn't be a member of the party-- we get his help dealing with the ruins, we give him a fair share and we part ways.\"\n\nCorwyn shook her head. \"I don't like it either but she's right. Where else do we find someone able to open those seals?\"\n\nRozalin shrugged. \"I can always shoot him if he tries anything funny.\" There was a pregnant pause in which it became very clear nobody was laughing. \"Why yes, that was a joke, Rozalin. Thank you for noticing.\"\n\nDawn huffed, annoyed but acquiescing. \"Fine. But we agree we will tolerate no mistreatment from this... sorcerer?\"\n\n\"Warlock, dear,\" Kymerra corrected.\n\nDawn huffed again, this time with chagrin. \"Regardless. We agree?\"\n\nThe ladies all nodded, and turned back to his table. Kymerra stepped forward, ever the charismatic face of the party. \"We'd be very grateful for your assistance, in exchange for a fair cut of any profits to be made.\"\n\nThe warlock tilted his head back suddenly and his hood fell. And with the shadow it cast gone he'd unveiled the youthful face of a noble-born heartthrob, bearing a blinding grin and eyes wild with genuine excitement.\n\n\"Wonderful!\" he cheered, raising his mug in toast as he all but leapt to his feet. \"Come, sit-- we'll seal it with a toast and we'll set out tomorrow at dusk.\"\n\n\"We can't go now?\" Corwyn asked, raising a suspicious eyebrow.\n\n\"No, no, we haven't enough time now, the sun set hours ago.\" He took a sip of his refilled mug as the barmaid came with a hefty pitcher of wine and a collection of cups. \"It's difficult to explain, but if we went in now we'd not be out before sunup, and that would likely leave us stuck in there. For now, we'll celebrate our partnership.\"\n\nThe girls exchanged looks once more and found no qualms in the eyes of any other-- so cups were filled and emptied, stories were traded and the warlock-- Faust, as he claimed to be known, made an excellent first impression.\n\nStep one."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You make a wish to a djinn to be able to spend time with the next door neighbor you have a crush on. He makes it happen, but not in the way you want it to.
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"content": "\"When you next wake, your wish shall come true,\" the djinni bellowed.\n\nAll Timothy could do was grin. It was all finally happening.\n\nIt took a long while for him to fall asleep, but he managed it eventually. He could hardly wait.\n\nMorning came and he groggily opened his eyes. Confused for just a moment, he realized he was in a different place. Her house, perfect.\n\nTrying to sit up, however, he found he wasn't able to move. Not only that, the room around him seemed oddly huge, like he was only a few inches tall.\n\nLooking down at his body, he could hardly believe what he saw: instead of a pink and squishy body, he was greeted with a blue, egg shaped plastic case. A cord extended off from one end of him and a switch was stuck in his side.\n\nWhat happened to him? What did the djinn do to him?\n\nNo sooner had he thought the question than he heard footsteps coming towards him.\n\nAppearing at the door, clad in a towel and hair wrapped up, his neighbor strode in.\n\nHis heart fluttered- did he still have a heart?\n\nShe stood in front of a mirror. Dropping the towel covering her, she began checking herself out, snapping a few pictures.\n\nSoon after, she relocated to the bed. Her exploratory hands began feeling herself up, causing her to bite her lip.\n\nStealing a peek, he could see she was getting wet.\n\nShe glanced at him. His heart nearly stopped. Did she know he was spying on her? Would she scream and yell? But before he could apologized, she picked him up. The reality that he had been turned into a little plastic toy hadn't quite sunk in.\n\nBut it didn't take much longer once she flipped his switch and he began vibrating violently. The world became indistinct and blurred, and he was only vaguely aware that he was moving. Next thing he knew, he was pressed against something warm and soft and sweet. The vibrations dulled just enough and the world came back in focus. It was then he realized he had a full view of her beautiful lily.\n\nHe desperately wished he could have tasted her, though a wish was what got him here. He wished he could at least get hard just to feel something. He wished and wished, but nothing more came of it.\n\nThere was nothing he could do as a little toy but buzz and bring her to completion.\n\nShe soaked him with her dew, bathing him in delicious moans and cries of pleasure. All he wanted was to drink in her ecstasy, but he was just a little blue vibrator.\n\nBe careful what you wish for, it might just come true."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: (incest) One night, the princess decided to make herself a queen by seducing the King... her very own father.
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"content": "The new queen\n\n\"But, princess, this is insanity.\" Albus spat out in protest. He couldn't believe what she was asking him to do.\n\n\"Are sworn to the crown of the kingdom? Or are you not?\" Princess Pax cooed out the words gently as she stroked the side of the old man's face. She looked enchanting in her nightgown and she was well aware of that fact. Albus was not the target of her desires but she was determined to make this plan work.\n\n\"He's your father!\" Albus's voice sounded desperate. So she knew he was having trouble resisting her continued effort. She could tell the old Alchemist was attracted to her slight frame, unlike her father.\n\n\"We both know that the people grow more weary each day they see a king with no queen and no male heir.\" Pax doubled her efforts and knelt before him.\n\nHis eyes grew wide with the excitement of a young boy as he could see quite a ways down Pax's loose gown from there. \"Fine but a standard love potion won't work. We will need to get creative.\" Albus pried his eyes from the nubile sight before him to turn to his workbench and hide his erection.\n\n\"Oh thank you, Albus! A million times over.\" Pax leapt up and moved to hug the alchemist from behind. The back of her slender hand grazed his cock as he attempted to keep it hidden. \"Why won't a standard potion work on my father?\" Pax knew she had him willing to help but she couldn't risk him changing his mind.\n\n\"Well, your mother used one on him when he was a young man.\" Albus turned to see the shock on the young woman's face. \"He wasn’t angry once he found out but he was worried someone else would try the same thing. So he came to me and asked me how to stop such things. I told him about a few herbal combinations that could be added to a tea that would dull those effects. He has caught five different women trying to slip him the potion.\"\n\nPax looked up with hopeful but eyes. \"So what can we do Albus?\" Pax asked in an innocent tone.\n\n\"We will do two completely different potions.\" Albus declared with a smile. He enjoys explaining himself. Nearly as much as he enjoys younger women. \"One potion for him and another you will take.\" Albus began working. \"The first will make him see you as the one he desires for one night. The second will slowly turn you into his ideal partner.\" \n\n\"This potion will turn me into my mother?\" Pax was alarmed at the idea. \n\n\"Yes but after you take the potion he must…\" the alchemist cleared his throat. \"Leave his seed in your fertile garden.\" Albus looked her up and down nervously. \"But your mother was a woman of great… assets. So the change will take some time and be quite extreme.\"\n\n\"Thankyou Albus!\" Pax exclaimed. He hand slid inside his robe and her fingers teased the side of his dick. \"Stay true to your word and I will give you a gift before giving this kingdom a new queen.\" \n\nThe old man was putty in her hands. She knew he would do as asked. Pax grew wet thinking of her father's powerful frame. Soon she would know what it is like to truly serve a king.\n\nEnd part one."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She was so excited that she got the job, that is until she saw the uniforms. She hoped this wouldn't be too humiliating.
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"content": "Meenie was down to her last dime, literally when she got the call. Thank god they offered her the job before her phone shut off. It wasn't anything exciting, just a hostess/waitress job at the local brew pub, but the place was pretty hip, so the tips should be good. \n\n\nShe sighed sitting on the edge of her bed. They better be good, she thought. She was overdrawn on her bank account, and except for the lone dime rattling around in her purse she had no money.\n\nIt had been hard keeping a job when she was a student at the community college, working around her class schedule, and then when she lost her job at the beginning of the pandemic, she hadn't been able to find work. She couldn't afford tuition to enroll for the next semester so she was now with no job, no school, and no savings left. \n\n\nShe went to the restaurant the next morning before opening to get the tour, do paperwork, and get settled in before the restaurant opened. She had worked in restaurants before, so a lot of the training was old news, but this business was not only a restaurant, they also brewed their own beer on site in the back of the building, and they also had party rooms on the upper floors. \n\nEach room had a theme, and she was going to be working in one of the theme rooms. She wouldn't be the head waitress for the events, instead she would mostly be running food and drinks up the service staircase in the back, and hauling the dirty stuff back down to the kitchens. She'd get a share of the tips, and since the back rooms were almost always party rentals - the gratuity charge was a mandatory 20%, and she'd only have to share with the main waitress. \n\n\nThe stairs weren't the most fun to run up and down while balancing drays and wash bins on your hip or shoulder - but as far as jobs go, it was good money and wouldn't hurt on her resume. \n\n\nAfter all the paperwork was complete, the lead waitress she was going to be paired with, Heather, pulled out a paper grocery bag that appeared to have clothes in it. \"Here ya go, hun!\" she said, handing the bag to me. \"This is your uniform for the night. Don't worry, it gets professionally cleaned between people wearing it. We're in the lumberjack room - get changed and meet me there before we open!\" \n\nBefore Meenie could protest Heather grabbed another of the paper bags, and went into one of the restrooms. Meenie shuffled things around in the bag - denim and plaid flannel. \"How creative,\" she thought to herself as she went into the handicap accessible unisex bathroom to change. \n\nOnce she stripped down to her black sportsbra and black cotton panties, though, she realized this was a bit more of a problem than she had expected. The denim shorts were... SHORT. If they had pockets hanging out it would have looked like something Britney spears would have worn in the early 2000s. \n\n\nShe slid them on - the fly and button didn't even function. They were sewn shut and instead she would have to rely on the stretch denim to keep them up. As soon as she struggled them over her ass and hips she realized exactly how small they were. Her cotton bikini style panties were no granny panties, but they were bigger than these \"shorts.\" \n\n\nShe tugged the denim shorts off, and removed her panties. Pulling the shorts up over her bare skin, she panicked a little that her puffy labia would show. These were so tight she was nearly getting a front weggie. The seam dug tightly into her ass - the frayed edge covered only half her cheeks before disappearing into her crotch. \n\n\nHe had to laugh at them. They were soooo tight it was beyond insane. She decided she'd put on the whole get up - show Heather how ridiculous it was, and then be allowed to change back into her simple but nice black slacks and flowy black blouse. \n\nShe pulled the red and black checkered flannel from the bag. it did have long sleeves, but the front was sewn together at a dingle point with a small knot-bow sewn on top. it was cropped to sit just below her breasts. Her black sportsbra was visible, but there was no way she'd trust the thin flannel to hold her breasts - even for a joke. \n\n\nShe made her way up the stairs to the lumberjack room and there was heather, putting out empty wine glasses at each place on the tables. Heathers smooth ass completely ate the tiny daisy dukes. Unlike Meenie, Heather had a huge juicy ass, and while on Meenie the shorts partially covered her cheeks, there was no chance on Heathers plump behind.\n\nHeather noticed Meenie and stood up, smiling. \"Hey! Looks great! And don't worry about the bra - some people like seeing it.\" \n\nMeenie took in the view of Heather. Her breasts were smaller than Meenie's, and she wore a lacy white bralette that peeked out of the flannel top. Meenie froze. She hadn't expected this to be for real - but here was the person who was basically her boss, wearing the absolutely embarrassing outfit as her. Meenie gulped. She needed this job. She needed the money. One paycheck would be enough to get her through another round of job hunting. \n\n\nMeenie could tell she was in a full blush. The heat of her shame spread from her cheeks to cover her face, and then down her chest until it covered her whole body. \n\nHeather turned back to her task, seemingly unaware of Meenie's embarrassment. \"Grab the rolled silverware - I'm almost done with the wine glasses, and after silverware we just get to hang out until the crowd shows!\" Heather babbled perkily.\n\nMeenie stowed the paper bag underneath the small hostess stand that was flanked by the two stools they were allowed to sit on if they weren't needed during service. She bent down, and realizing she was almost completely exposed straightened up quickly. Heather was busy and didn't notice Meenie's awkwardness. Meenie took a deep breath, and grabbed a stack of silverware rolled in napkins from the hostess stand. \"One paycheck.\" she muttered to herself as she began to set the tables. \n\n\n\\*\\*Hey gotta brb, will finish in a bit"
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"content": "After being cryogenically frozen, the 500 were shot into space. If nobody pushed the button, then the satellite where they rested would activate and start preparing to unleash the new generations. \n\nReeve and Gary woke up in a small room together, their pods both hissing open as they slowly regained use of their bodies. \n\nThey were nude, and had plenty of time to admire one another’s bodies before they could actually get to each other for the first round of reproduction. \n\nReeve had short black hair and a beauty mark on her cheek, her chest was rather small, but had just the right amount of perkiness to be attractive to Gary. \n\nGary lay in his own chamber, tilted upright to facilitate the blood flow to his body, as his partner admired his freckles and curly dark hair. He had olive skin, and his cock was quick to spring to attention well before his other faculties returned. The two eventually were able to safely dismount their pods, and it was quickly clear that the two would not be able to stand, with their legs so shaky, so they crawled across the cold floor of the room to each other, leaning on the other in an embrace. Their skin both cold on the other’s.\n\nReeve was the first to speak. “So... We know what has to be done, and I think you’re ready.” She says, glancing down at Gary’s cock standing attentively. “Can you give me a little warmup?” She asked.\n\n“Of course.” Gary croaked out, his own vocal cords still rather tight, as he gently placed a hand on her shoulder and motioned for her to lay back as he slowly lowered himself on top of her, kissing her on the neck before he slid up to kiss her on the cheek, and she turned her head to meet him lip to lip. The two exchanged a few more kisses before Gary cleared his throat. “Tell me how I do.” As he slid a hand gently down Reeve’s chest and stomach, sending a shiver down her spine as his hand reached her slit. He quickly spread her lips and teased her from the outside, locating her clit and giving it some attention before he slid a finger inside of her, she gasped as he hooked a finger into her wet cavern, and she nodded as she bit her lip, enjoying Gary’s slow buildup. \n\nAs he pleasured her, he slowly added another finger and increased his speed until he felt she was fully ready. At that time, he sat back and propped himself up with his arms, which had minimal shaking by now, and he asked, “my turn?” As Reeve nodded, rolling to her belly and laying between his legs as she slowly stroked his shaft, before giving him a blowjob. She started with just the tip, but quickly gained confidence and began to Bob her head at a faster pace. Eventually, Gary tapped her on the head to let her know to come up. \n\nReeve pulled up and took a breath through her mouth, and then pressed a hand on Gary’s chest, laying the man down as she climbed into his lap as he gazed up at her. \n\nShe smiles and blushes as she sits in front of his cock, measuring up how deep it would go in her as she puts her hands on his hip bones and mounts his cock, sliding down it with a moan, Gary moans and his mouth hangs open as her wet hole clings to his shaft, the pair moan, and Gary initially let’s Reeve set the pace, as the woman rides and Gary simply keeps her steady, but as she never hits stride, Gary requests a change to missionary. \n\nReeve dismounts, and lays on her back, spreading her legs wide as Gary gets between them, positioning his cock, she gasps as he puts it inside her from a new angle, and her legs wrap around his waist, her heels pushing him further into her as the pair gasp, Gary thrusts in and out slowly, his hips gliding fluidly in and out of her, when suddenly, he tenses up, and grinds his hips against Reeve, who sighs as she feels his member throb, and she knows he’s come and their job is complete. \n\nAlas, maybe in 18 months when her next breeding partner and her are due to meet, she will get one who can last long enough to make her finish. But who can blame Gary? he hasn’t come in almost 50 years."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Before the trip, she agreed she'd be free use whenever she was wearing a skirt. Then the airline lost her main luggage. It was with some embarrassment and arousal that she realized her friends would be deciding what she wore...
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"content": "\"It's such a shame I only packed skirts with me,\" Jane teased. \"But a deal's a deal, and unless you want to walk around buck naked, I guess we'll be having some real fun this week.\"\n\nVeronica fumed. She had made that stupid deal as a joke, only planning to pack one skirt in case she felt saucy. But she obviously did plan for her luggage to go missing and needing to borrow some clothes from the others.\n\nOf course, none of the guys offered some clothes. \"Oh, our clothes are too big for you.\" Sure, that's what you were thinking.\n\n\"Now here, you can wear these today.\" Jane handed her a neat stack of clothes.\n\nTaking them to a private corner of the cabin, she quickly got dressed. It wasn't until she was already halfway dressed that she realized that Jane conveniently forgot some underwear.\n\nGiving her friend a sour look, Jane only winked slyly. \"Oh I'm sure you won't need them anyways.\"\n\nReluctantly, she pulled on the borrowed skirt and finished getting ready.\n\nIt was a bit breezy. She wasn't used to skirts, especially when she was going commando. Honestly though, she grew to like pretty quickly. There was something so freeing about it. And everytime someone looked over at her, she felt they could tell. It set her nerves on fire, and made her inside dance with delight.\n\nA few hours of walking around with the group, they eventually decided to head back.\n\nMercifully, only a few jokes were made about her outfit and what she agreed to. Though that lasted until they made it through the door of the cabin.\n\n\"So Ms. Free Use, rules are rules,\" Jason, her boyfriend said.\n\n\"Oh I gotta get this,\" Thomas said, pulling out his phone.\n\nNormally she would have yelled. But for the entire day, she had been secretly hoping it would it happen. And at this moment, all she wanted to do was sit on his cock and ride hin back to town.\n\nClothes were thrown about, and soon all four of them were naked, hard and wet.\n\nJane had Thomas balls deep in her mouth while he played camera man to Veronica and Jason. In reverse cowgirl, she had the ride of her lifetime, boobs bouncing, balls slapping, toes curling and her screaming in no time.\n\nSoon it became a race to see who could cum first, Tom or Jason. Despite Jane's absolute skill at blow jobs, Veronica was soon completely covered in ropes of cum. She licked it up greedily, and soon Jane helped the clean up.\n\nJane switched to the tried and true method of sitting on it and she was quickly painted in thick white spurts.\n\nThe four of them laid in a jumbled mess, panting and giggling.\n\nWhat a beautiful spring break."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: It was a great way to make a bit of extra money, and even to get some magic done, but it was still always a shock to the system to have the house overrun by pixies every spring break...
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"content": "Up until a few years ago, the mountain village of Gahidenberg was a sleepy and uneventful, if picturesque, place. A few interesting trinket stalls and curiosity shops, a farmers market, and a lake nestled between two decrepit mountains. My own life was similarly dull. My husband was a scholar who spent about two thirds of his days living at the Arcane University, a week's travel away. His salary mostly supported me, and I filled the rest of my time and coffers by tailoring simple garments. A boring woman with a boring life in a boring town. Until Rig-rag the Radical came to town.\r \n\r \nRigrag the Radical was the greatest knight who ever lived. A literal living legend. His forays into monster slaying and treasure hunting were so popular that every town crier devoted a significant portion of their time to reciting his deeds to crowds of onlookers. Children coming up didn't want to be knights - they wanted to be Rigrag's squires. There was an actual waiting-list for bards who wanted to follow him into battle. The thieves guild makes a good chunk of their income by selling bootleg artifacts that supposedly belonged to Rigrag the Radical. Every man tried to emulate his signature hairstyle, the Rigrag Wave. Woodcarvings of his betrothed, the mysterious Lady Cassie, hung in every tavern. His theme song was on the lips of working housewives and drunken revelers alike. Yes - he had a \\*theme song\\*.\r \n\r \nOnce, three years ago, Rigrag the Radical stayed overnight in Gahidenberg, following a legend of sunken treasure at the bottom of our own Lake Berwinn. As he stripped down to his silken long johns, surrounded by newshounds from the Town Criers' Guild, he remarked that these old mountains radiated with a powerful, magical energy, and that anyone who wanted to say they'd lived a full life needed to visit Gahidenberg before they died.\r \n\r \nHe was probably being metaphorical, but that didn't matter. Almost immediately, droves of travelers, explorers, art-fanciers, nature-lovers, and summer revelers flocked en masse to Gahidenberg, and ever since that fateful day, the town has been rowdier than a sackful of satyrs on a sunny spring day.\r \n\r \nAnd why did my life get so much more exciting? All thanks to a little plan called the 'Sup' and Sleep' initiative, courtesy of our own Count Cormac. As the town was overrun by tourists, our two taverns were quickly overwhelmed. Rather than turn away good business, Count Cormac offered a generous endowment for any citizens willing to house tourists under his Sup' and Sleep plan. Being bored and lonely, I signed up immediately.\r \n\r \nThis year, like every other recent year, it started with a bang. I awoke to a crash as the front door of our townhouse was flung open. Quickly pulling a robe around me, I hurried downstairs and was immediately greeted by chaos. Pixies! Dozens and dozens of them! The other villagers refused to house them, but I was always amused by their antics, and consequently word got around amongst them that my home was the place to be. Already they were eating hand over fist from the bowls of sugar and berries and cream I had prepared the night before. Wings fluttered all around me. High pitched shrieks and giggles filled the air. Five or six were already drunkenly singing Rigrag the Radical's theme song as they took turns laying beneath an upturned bottle of red wine.\r \n\r \n\"Welcome to Gahidenberg!\" I shouted, stepping over an overturned stool and yelping as one flew up the sleeve of my robe. \r \n\r \n\"H-h-help yourselves to anything you need!\" I gasped as I rummaged around inside my robe for the handsy little demon. \"I'm here to serve you!\"\r \n\r \nI finally caught him by the wings and gently pulled him out. He pouted and blew a raspberry at me before wriggling free, buzzing his wings against my nose, and zipping off into the fray.\r \n\r \nYes, that's another thing - these little creatures have a rather naughty sense of humour.\r \n\r \n\"There's more food in the celler, but watch out for rats- EEK!!\" \r \n\r \nTwo giggling pixies had lifted the end of the rug and cackled as I sprawled onto my belly in front of them. I hopped quickly to my feet, not wasting a single second. You had to have quick reflexes around these critters; even now several of them were looping string around my ankles in an attempt to bind me. I gently shook them off and kicked the yarn aside, clutching my silk robe closed at the neck as a couple more tried to pull it open.\r \n\r \n\"Hey, now, hands to yourselves!\" I laughed, blowing a playful raspberry right back at them. I put my hand behind me on the bannister. I was intending to go upstairs and change into something a little more secure, but my mischevious houseguests had other plans. I felt something warm on the top of my head, and then a wet trickling behind my ears and down my neck. A cacophony of miniature cackling surrounded me as a few of the hovering horrors poured what was left of their wine over my head. I squinted and tried to rub the thick juice out of my eyes.\r \n\r \n\"Hey!! Come on, you guys are rowdier than usual!\" I said, staggering into the kitchen to find a bucket of water. The pixies cheered in agreement.\r \n\r \nAhead of me, two pixies held up a wet rag for me to wipe my eyes. Perfect. I stepped towards it, and right onto a banana peel placed beneath my feet. I shrieked as I fell backwards onto my own kitchen table. Immediately, two pixies began flying coils of rope around my wrists, trying to tie me up, but I pulled my hands against myself.\r \n\r \n\"Shoo! Behave!\" I giggled. Despite how much of a handful they were, their antics always amused me, even if it was at my own expense. I made to sit up, but a dozen pixies pulled at the back of my robe, tugging my down onto my back. The two with the ropes tried to pull my arms over my head, but again I pulled free.\r \n\r \n\"You're not gonna get me that easily, little brats!\" I crowed. Sadly, my bragging was short lived; as I valiantly kept my arms from being immobilized, the little sneaks had tied both of my feet to the table legs. Before I could wriggle free, they began tickling the soles of my bare feet with feathers plucked from my own chickens. I gave a shriek of laughter and fell back onto the table.\r \n\r \n\"HEY!! That's cheating, you little monsters!!\"\r \n\r \nWeakened by laughter, I was unable to resist as the two rope-pixies finally tightened their payloads around my wrists, tightly tying me spread-eagled to my own kitchen table. A cheer of jubilation immediately rose from the revelers, and they began stripping me of my robe, pulling it from beneath the ropes. As they stripped me, they danced on my tummy and sang:\r \n\r \n\\*Pixie-Lady!\r \nShe's so crazy!\r \nLets us stay here\r \nEvery year!\\*\r \n\r \n\\*But she's no match,\r \nShe'll fight and scratch\r \nBut we'll still catch her,\r \nAnd then cheer!\\*\r \n\r \nI squirmed against the ropes, their teasing rhyme stirring up butterflies in my stomach. \"You guys are better at knot-tying,\" I remarked; \"Have you been practicing since last year?\"\r \n\r \nA few affirmative grunts and squeals told me they had. By now they had completely stripped me of my robe, which was nothing more than a tablecloth for my helpless form to lay upon. Clad only in a silken loincloth around my waist, I made a big show of struggling, playing along with their game.\r \n\r \n\"Let me go, you demons!\" I begged, rousing plenty of laughter. I wriggled my torso from side-to-side, my bare breasts wobbling. \"Untie me right now, or else!\"\r \n\r \nThe pixies clapped, clearly enjoying my performance. They seemed to find it hilarious when I threatened them, so I made a point of doing plenty of it."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [CW] A Steve Irwin parody where you describe your desired kink “in its natural habitat” along with “I’m gonna wrestle it”
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"content": "**\"I'm Gonna Wrestle It\"**\n-------------------------------------------\n\n\"Right, so here, we see the interaction between a dominatrix and her gimp in their natural habitat. As we can see, hidden from them in this sex dungeon closet, the gimp is into CBT or, cock and ball torture, for those unfamiliar with it. This particular dominatrix specimen is particularly sadistic, using a riding crop on those testicles! My, my, this is quite interesting. You can see the penis twitching with each careful slap on the gimp's tender genitals. \n\nNow, let's be really quiet so we don't risk disturbing this environment. \n\nWait! The dominatrix seems to have noticed my commentary! She's coming over. Too bad, I'm not going down easy. To assert dominance, I'm gonna wrestle it!\"\n\n**The camera shakes, dropping to the floor sideways as the dominatrix is taken by surprise by the voyeuristic Aussie from the closet**\n\n**The dominatrix yells while swatting at the Aussie with the riding crop as the Gimp screams in surprise, his mouth muffled from the zippered mask**\n\n**Within moments, the Aussie has managed to restrain the dominatrix with an arm-bar.**\n\n**He holds her down with one hand as he holds the action camera right side up.**\n\n\"Now, we have a feisty specimen here along with her toy. If I let her go now, it will undo any dominance I have asserted over her and I may end up joining her gimp in the torture. As such, we must restrain and humiliate her before we make our leave!\"\n\n**The Aussie proceeds to tie up her arms and spread her legs with a leg spreader. He then proceeds to force a ball-gag into her mouth and tapes a bullet vibrator to her crotch, leaving it on the highest setting.**\n\n\"Alright. Now, we must make our escape! The dominatrix may escape if she manages to get to the medical scissors on that table over there so we must leave before that happens. Join us next week for another exciting episode of 'The Fetish Hunter'!\" \n\n**The camera shakily moves as the dominatrix moans angrily while the gimp's muffled yells of shock echo from down the hall.**\n\n*Credits roll*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: They special ordered from a bar with a succubus bartender. Most of the shots just have a few drops of mild aphrodisiac added. One is an exceptionally potent potion of bimbofication. Bimbo roulette!
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"content": "Characters: \nYusuf, Orc M Magician \n\nErin, Elf F Fighter\n\nHilda, Gnome F Rouge \n\n7R33, Warforged Druid\n\nHalflings had worn down the party today. Potions ran out and the Warforged lost it's arm. \n\nThe Smithy would fix the warforged but it would be an all night endeavor. While the party waited for their wonderful companion to fixed, they decided to go a bar.\n\n\"Succubar: Adventurers Welcome!\" A sign said. The party went inside for a quick drink. Inside were 2 barmaids both of whom had red eyes. The party got to ordering \n\nThe elf got a fine Elven wine. Back in the days when the empire was the greatest power before Djinn Human mongrels tore it down. The Gnome ordered nothing to ensure the party was not fucking around in the demon bar.\n\nThe Orc ordered the Magical special. The maidens chuckled and made the drink. \n\nIn the backroom a succubus mixes the drink and puts a special ingredient. White in color and thick then some fluids. \"Poor Bastard\" The succubus says to the Maiden. \"He brought it to himself\" \n\nThe party got their drinks finally. The elf got her vintage wine, The orc got his special and the gnome got a giant glass of nothing. They all drank up; Except for the gnome she pretended to drink. \n\nThe orc started to change. Pecs grew into breasts a Female human would desire. the breasts grew unhindered because of the orc's lack of garments. The muscles would tone a fair amount but enough to leave visible muscles and six pack. \n\nThen the orc grew more hair. From a little patch it grew into locks of hair. \n\nThe orc was now quite lustful now. Eager to release some steam. The Succubus laughed at this. But the laughter turned into a yelp and plea for help. Everyone pretended not to listen to finish their drink. \n\n\"Let go of me you brute!\" The Succubus demanded. The now female Orc licked her lips and started to tear the black dress the demon wore. The Demon let out a yelp.\n\nThe orc rubbed the demon's pussy harshly. She rubbed it until penis grew out of the vagina. Normally the succubus would lustful, ready to impregnate a lovely maiden with this penis. Now? She was a wreck embarrassed and about used by lustful orc. \n\nThe orc wasted no time at all. no Foreplay no lovely speak. Just Lust and impregnation. The succubus felt Harsh pounding. The orc pounded in a rhythm. A harsh rhythm that succubus felt. \n\n\"Gah! Fuck!\" The succubus said nearing her limit. The orc knowing the demon was close moved slowly and softly. The Demon was mixed about this. It was better feeling, but she was being denied her release.\n\nthis continued for a while. The succubus held her load while the orc squirted a fair amount. No matter how much the succubus was teased, She needed to release. \"Gah! Cumming!\" She said before passing out \n\nThe Orc had officially Worn out a succubus. The maidens in the bar looked at their worn out comrade and stood in silence. \"Holy shit!\" One of the maids said breaking the silence. \n\nOrc with greeted by a maid \"Hail! Being of lust! You have tired out our Succubus friend!\" The maid said. \"Is tiring out a succubus hard?\" The orc said in confusion. \"Only Gods and those blessed are able to tire them out! Please if there is anything we will try to grant it!\" \n\n\"I wish for a divine partner! I do not care if it is infernal or pure!\" The orc said. The maidens would fulfill the victorious orc's request by granting the party an inferior Angel called Mary."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The shadows grew larger from your closet before surrounding your entirety “Please” It begged. “I miss us”
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"content": "Things that go bump in the night, were the types of creatures I was scared of as a kid. At least, until I found out they were real. One in particular, that lived in my closet.\n\nIt was the kind of relationship that could only work if a rom-com mixed with pure horror; fear gave way to curiosity, which went to talking casually, to flirting romantically. Before I get asked, yes, we did get to fuck.\n\nNow, Shadow, as I called her, was a creature that was almost a living shadow. Eyes, white as the moon piercing through the darkness is a sight I can never forget of her, and to actually feel her, to reach my hand through the darkness and feel solid form, was all I needed to take our relationship to the next level.\n\nBut...she was clingy, and sensitive to light. Hard to read books, or play games on my phone. Heck, despite her eyes, I never got to really see her face after all these years. So I called it quits. I couldn't do it no more.\n\nHowever, every night, she was there. Asking for us to return. Admittedly, I should've been smarter with my words. Maybe I should've found a way to make it work before leaving her. So I guess it's my fault that it came to this.\n\n\"Please! I miss us.\" I lay on my bed, looking up into the darkness while I hold my teddy bear.\n\n\"Shadow, if I give you permission to get on my bed, you're not going to do anything weird, right?\" \n\n\"I promise! So can I, please?\" If it wasn't for being not human, she reminds me of my kid sister in her early years. A chuckle escapes me as the thought comes up.\n\n\"Alright, then. Right here.\" I pat the side of the bed next to me, and I can hear her get a running start before jumping onto the bed, slightly brushing my leg as she lands with a big flop.\n\n\"You still have your toy with you?\" She asks. I hold my teddy closer on the inquiry.\n\n\"Linus protects me from spooky monsters.\" I say, and she chuckles.\n\n\"I can take over for Linus, you know.\" Something like hands touches me across my face, warm and comforting. I bring my free hand down, and feel her form for the first time in months. The feeling is supple, yet if I squeeze too much it'll disappear.\n\n\"Homies over shadow creatures, sorry. However,\" I start, turning my head over to face those cloudy white eyes. \"I want to be serious for a moment.\"\n\n\"Yes, my love?\"\n\n\"I've stayed with my parents for years long after I would've wanted to leave to be with you. At first I was worried what you would've done to them.\"\n\n\"I would never do anything to hurt you, my love!\" She yelled, her breath surprisingly cold compared to her touch. \"I would never-\"\n\n\"I'm not done. It was later, after we've been together, that I learned my true fear was that our relationship would never progress beyond this. To always be here in the shadows of my room, to never be able to see more of you than just those captivating eyes of yours.\" I place my hand next to her eyes, and could feel her rub against it, and almost purr with affection.\n\n\"I want you to be with me to explore the world, to see the night sky of the city, to look into the moonlight-\"\n\n\"NO!!\" She screeched, the shadows around me squeezing so tight. It's like a snake coiled around every bit of my body, constricting each individual part of me all at once. My suffocation thankfully is brief, as she releases her hold and I gasp for air.\n\n\"Oh dear Nocturne, I'm so sorry. I just...the light...\"\n\n\"Don't apologize. I...know the light hurts you, how much you have grown to fear and hate it. But I wish for us to have a home of our own, outside of my parent's place. We both must face our fears if that is to happen.\" She fell silent, and so did I. The only sound I had was the rustling of my bed as I reach for Linus and bring show him to Shadow.\n\n\"If my homie can hold it down every night for me, he can protect you too, if you want.\" That's when I felt her spoon me from behind, her white eyes staring at me the whole time.\n\n\"I...will think on it. But tonight, please. Just once more.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] At the last minute you were invited to help crew the worlds first FTL ship. They may have neglected to mention you’re the lewd, experimental fuel source
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"content": "**Part 1**\n\nMason Jones was over the moon. Literally! Over the moon! Further away from Earth than the moon!\n\nHe’d been on the waiting list for space travel for *years*. And being on that list owned your life whether you were selected or not. You had to eat perfectly, exercise perfectly, regular blood tests, twice yearly check-ups, it was a whole thing. Only those in tip-top shape were allowed to even stay on the list.\n\nAs Mason watched the earth become smaller and smaller behind them, he marveled that it had only turned around twice since he’d been notified that he’d been selected for the mission. And not just any mission. *The* mission of the century. The maiden voyage for faster than light travel.\n\nIt had all been a blur since then. Something about him meeting a certain physical qualification based on his most recent test results. Something else about his predecessor dropping out. Their loss!\n\nAnd now, he was here, in space!\n\nSoon the ship was millions of miles away from Earth, in empty space, and it was time to start preparing for faster than light travel. And to meet the rest of the crew. In all the rush, they’d hardly been introduced. There were six of them altogether; the pilot, the co-pilot, the navigator, the mechanic, the researcher, and then Mason.\n\n“So, uh… I don’t think they quite told me in all the rush, but what’s my role here?” From what they’d listed, they seemed to have it covered.\n\nThe rest of the crew shifted uncomfortably, except for the researcher. She was a black woman, late twenties, round eyes, button nose, and like everyone else on the crew, in impeccable physical condition.\n\nThe pilot, a Scandinavian man with blond hair and nearly clear skin, blushed. “They didn’t tell you?!”\n\nMason tried not to let his growing concern show.\n\n“Guess they didn’t want the same thing to happen as with Dutch,” said the mechanic, a thick woman with brown hair and blue eyes.\n\n“You’d better tell him,” said the pilot, looking at the researcher.\n\n“I don’t see why it’s such a big deal,” the researcher said. “FTL is theoretically possible with a careful warp of the space-time continuum. Recent research has indicated that human consciousness is more multi-dimensional than initially expected. Desire is inherent to the existence of life and thought to be species agnostic, so the theory goes that with sufficient desire, an FTL jump to another compatible concentration of desire is possible. This will cause the space-time fabrics to collapse, allowing instantaneous transport over light years.”\n\nThe pilot shook is head and put his hand to his forehead. “Tch, in English, Kendra?”\n\nKendra tilted her head. “That was an extremely simple explanation.”\n\nThe mechanic sighed. “What the good doctor here is trying to say is that FTL apparently runs on sexual torture.”\n\n“Say what now?” Mason said.\n\n“This is why your predecessor dropped out last minute,” the pilot explained.\n\nMason tented his fingertips in front of his chin. He caught eyes with the researcher. “I just have one question. Is it going to hurt?”\n\n“Only if you want it to,” she replied.\n\nA shiver tingled down Mason’s spine and his growing confusion was replaced with a growing boner. He was beginning to understand which ‘physical qualifications’ may have resulted in his invitation.\n\n“Well, I will do whatever I must to make FTL possible. I didn’t measure my alcohol consumption down to the milliliter for the past five years to let a little bit of sexual torture stop me from making space history. Let’s get to it. For science.”\n\nAnd for the predicament bondage and sexual torture fetish that he was now sure the government had scraped from his browsing history."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Her two biggest kinks are public/risky sex and anal. The problem is the latter causes her to have mind numbing orgasms after which she immediately passes out, leaving her partner in awkward situations and her in super embarrassing ones when she finally wakes up!
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"content": "I’m sorry if this isn’t great… It’s been a while since I’ve written anything.\n\nStory Tags: >!Sodomy (of course)!<\n\n**Part 1**\n\n***\n\nShe had barely touched her Scallopini before she was giving him that look. A subtle, but familiar, anxious and needy expression. Her dark-brown eyes cutting left and right, shimmering with mischievous intent, and then that telltale devilish grin swept across her plush pink lips. She had been brushing against his thighs, stroking her hand through his hair and nibbling his ear half the car ride over. It was only a matter of time before she asked…\n \n“No－” Alex protested before she could say a word, “Tina, we like this restaurant…”\n\nTina sighed, curling a lock of her honeyed-brown hair around her finger, feigning innocence, “Wha?” She must’ve kicked off her shoes, as her bare foot was now pressed gently against his crotch, her toes flexing and curling as she stroked his flaccid cock. \n\nAlex eyed her coolly across the short table, “we’re going to get caught…”\n\n“We won’t,” she said confidently, while still idly stroking his dick through his slacks.\n\n“Tina?” He whispered, “you pass out every time…”\n\n“Not every time,” Tina scoffed, “there’s that one time－” she stroked her chin thoughtfully, as her foot was shifting up and down his stiffening erection. Alex closed, and bit his lip careful not to moan. \n\n“－Oh, your sister’s wedding!” she replied excitedly.\n\n“No, Christina, you DID pass out… and you nearly fell out of the confessional…” Alex corrected.\n\n“Shit, you’re right,” she answered smiling wistfully, “weeell, this time’s different, I definitely won’t pass out!” She tapped her foot gently on the tip of his cock for emphasis. He was at full mast now. He was so hard, the crown of it was threatening to burst through the zipper. \n\n“Jesus, Tina…” Alex was about to protest some more, but he heard footsteps coming up behind him. Tina never even bothered to remove her foot as he glance over his shoulder. \n\nTheir cute bubbly blonde server was making her way back towards their table with their drinks in hand. She grinned softly and shimmied as she approached. “So, I hope you guys are having a good night,” the blonde announced in a singsong voice as she arrived at the table.\n\n“I think we are,” Tina replied mirroring the woman’s cheerful tone.\n\nThe blonde woman grinned brightly. “Excellent. Well, here’s your Gimlet.” She replied sweetly, placing a Nick-and-Nora glass of frothy green liquid in front of Tina. “…And a straight bourbon, for you, sir,” she added, placing the drink on the table. \n\n“Thank you,” Alex murmured, trying to shield Tina’s offending foot for the woman’s view.\n\n“Enjoy, and just let me know if you need anything,” the blonde said cheerfully before stepping away. \n\nTina scooted around the table, sliding across the worn leather cushions of the wrap-around bench and snuggled up next to him. \n\n“Come on,” she whispered in his ear, “you know you wanna fuck. This. Tight. Little. Ass…” she hit each syllable with a teasing rasp. \n\nAlex had to admit that much was true. They had only been dating for three or four months now, but she was the most amazing woman he had ever met. Tina had a beautiful, and a compassionate soul, they had similar goals, and philosophies, but all that aside the sex was amazing. She was an absolute anal fiend, in fact they hadn’t even had vaginal sex yet, but Alex didn’t mind that at all.\n\nThe only down side was her orgasms were intense, probably too intense as Tina passed nearly every single time she came. Which normally wouldn’t be an issue, if it wasn’t for her exhibitionist streak growing more and more daring by the day.\n\nThe restaurant was dark and mostly empty, save four or five other couples and a single man who sat the end of the bar, leaning over a tall glass of beer. There was of course, a few waitresses, and the bartender and, maybe some kitchen staff were tucked away in the back. He surmised it wouldn’t be too obvious if they snuck off to the bathroom.\n\n“We’ll have to be quick,” he whispered, pushing himself up from the table.\n\nTina managed to grab a hold of his arm before he could stand, “Where are you going?” She asked.\n\n“...to the restroom,” he answered a little confused.\n\n“Hurry back.”\n\n“You’re not coming?” He swallowed hard, “I thought you wanted to… YOU-know?” he gestured to the dimly lit back of the restaurant with his chin.\n\n“Yeah, in the booth…” she whispered with a coy little grin on her face."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A breathtaking and flirty elf decides to teach her orc friend how to truly please a woman... And how to gently ease into pinning an elf down and pumping her womb full of cum.
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"content": "Guenoverstalatrix propped her head up on her palms, elbows sitting in Grug’s back as the rhythmic walking threatened to put her to sleep again. The other elves were having a worse time of it, most were forced to walk, some had bruises, others elaborate harnesses that bound them via leash. There was even a goblin who had mounted a saddle to one Elf and lazed under an umbrella while his ‘mount’ walked along.\r \n“Grug, why are you carrying me?”\r \n“Grug carry Bigboob so she doesn’t get blisters, it’s easy, twiggy elves is light.”\r \n“My name is Guenoverstalatrix.”\r \n“Grug isn’t going to say that, you can be Bigboob or Guen.”\r \n“I won’t go by any other name.” said Bigboob.\r \nBigboob glared at the ORc thne rolled her eyes…\r \n“Fine, Guen is preferable to Bigboob.” said Guen.\r \nGuen bounced left and right a few more steps, watching the road pass by below her, she suddenly remembered her inquiry before the naming distraction.\r \n“Why don’t you want me to get blisters?”\r \n“More valuable.”\r \n“That’s weird…”\r \n“Not weird, Elves deduct coins for every wound when buying, elf price is floor so even if Grug sell to Goblins they will offer more for pretty feet and not smushed face.”\r \n“Elf price is the floor?”\r \n“Yes…”\r \n“You understand economics?”\r \n“Grug is more than big arm, grug is buisnessorc.”\r \nGuen eyed an Elf, she was mounted to the breastplate of an Ogre, as he stepped the elf bounced on his cock… there were worse ways to travel."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A cheery succubus bard has a fun way to give the party daily morale bonuses while making sure she gets fed at the same time...
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"content": "\"Wakey Wakey, Eggs and bakey!\" Cynthia giggled as she placed the plates around the camp. \n\nThe first woman out of her tent was a small reptilian woman with a painted scales with a two large cave bears. Masha was the parties druid and a mute. She nodded an sat at her plate. The second woman was a pale human with a skeletal hand, Rona was a servant of the local lich lord and one of the warmest necromancers Cynthia had met. The final member of their party was a Demon summoner and the only male of the party. He grinned as he stepped out and looked down at his plate. Gregory was a candidate for the demon lord and the only member of the party that could retrieve Cynthia from hell or generate enough death mana to heal Rona. The role of cleric was relegated to him.\n\n\"You are far too cheerful this early in the morning. Aren't succubi creatures of the night?\" Greg groaned. \"What's the occasion?\"\n\n\"Well you remember that time I wanted to feed and almost killed you?\" Cynthia blushed, \"Well when we were in the last village I learned the song of Baleful Flesh. I did a bit of scouting at night and decided to go back to that little raiding camp we passed by.\"\n\nCynthia dropped a large pink bag in the center of camp and a smaller blue bag. \"Tell me what you think?\" \n\nRona reached in and pulled out a flaccid cock. She peered at the warm rubby toy. \"It's a dildo. A very detailed on but nothing too different than what you own.\"\n\nCynthia smirked and wagged a finger. \"That not a dildo. Lick it and see what I mean.\"\n\nThe necromancer shrugged and sucked on the cock, her eyes snapped open and she dropped it to the floor. The cock was erect and twitching. Masha picked up the pink bag and flipped it over, five human cocks, five goblin cocks, a minotaur cock, and a very thin yet long elf cock hit the ground.\n\n\"I turned our would-be assassin's to travel food for me and fun toys for you. They only need a bit of water and they will last as long as the life expectancy of the creature.\" Cynthia said with a mouth full of food. \n\nGregory opened the blue bag and pulled out an elf torso made of the same almost flesh like material. The torso was slightly bigger than both his hands. He noticed that the stomach moved as if breathing. Where the dick should be was a smooth surface and the asshole was anatomically correct. \"Wow, elves really do have tiny assholes. Tight asses in every way, I guess.\" \n\n\"What do you think?\" Cynthia giggled while flapping her tiny pink wings.\n\nA silence feel over the group as they looked through the various toys. Rona was the first to speak as she held the elf dick. \"I can feel the pulse of a soul and a working mind. Are they conscious?\"\n\nCynthia nodded, \"Conscious and aware. They have a limited vision around each part. I even made it so they could communicate with a scrying window. I kinda have a thing for listening to moans.\" \n\nGregory grinned before conjuring a scrying orb out of thin air. He held the elf torso near it and the orb projects a tall lean elf with tired looking eyes. The projection faced the group and growled. \n\n\"What the fuck is going on?\" The elf growled.\n\nGregory said nothing and simply handed the elf's cock to Rona. \"Well?\" \n\nRona blushed, \"I always want to bed an elf.\" She opened her robes and rubbed the toy between her legs. \n\nThe projection shudder as he felt the necromancers soft flesh around his cock. \"That feel so strange. Is that what human pussy is like?\" He grit his teeth for a moment before speaking with a nervous energy. \"Are you going to kill me?\"\n\nCynthia opened her mouth to speak but Gregory raised a hand. \"I like this one. He didn't give us one threat yet. If we can make a bunch of these we would make a killing in the goblin villages.\" Gregory grinned and turned to the projection.\n\n\"My pale friend here likes your dick.\" He chuckled and left the tiny torso flop forward. Greg unbuckled his pants and let his dick rest between the cheeks of the torso. The scale made his dick seem like that of a giant instead of a normal human. \"I'm curious on if this will feel like a normal dick or is it exactly like your ass taking a battering ram.\",\n\nThe elf projection swallowed and raised a hand. \"Is it too late to ask for merceeeeeei!\" The elf howled as the projections stomach buldged a bit and Rona flinched as the cock in her twitched in response.\n\n\"Oh. Wow. Your spell accounts for size. Even a gnomes dick would be a monster to any of these torsos.\" Gregory said as he pulled out. \"Though on my end it felt like a slightly tighter asshole but not as tiny as that one.\"\n\nThe projection was on his knees. \"That should have killed me. It hurt a bit but-,\" He paused as he caught himself \"Did you just ass fuck me for an experiment?!\"\n\nGregory smiled and passed Cynthia two platinum. \"I'll buy the ass and I'll buy Rona's new cock for her. This is the most impressive thing you've made.\"\n\nMasha held up the minotaur cock and a platinum coin. She kept her gaze down in embarrassment while shuffling to her tent. Cynthia giggled as she absorbed trace amounts of lust from her party. \n\n\"Well I'm gonna take the rest and have my own big breakfast.\" Cynthia teases and slid four of the goblin toys inside of bag and held one of the human toys by her mouth. She would feast today.."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Send me some fantasy or scifi prompts
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"content": "A young aspiring mage is paired with a a high elf of noble birth, known for being a bit of a queen bee at the school. Normally, she'd be entirely out of his league, and she knows it. However, her success is tied to his, and the only way to make sure he succeeds is to get his mana flowing properly, which means he's going to need lots of free sexual release. He may soon find out that her attitude is towards sex are a lot more casual than he assumed, and she may find out that he's not quite as unappealing as she might have thought, and he certainly cleans up well..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She was surprised that the breast growth formula she let her friend test on her worked. She was also surprised at how She seemed to be so much hornier since the treatment started. Her breasts were already larger than she *thought* she'd have wanted, but part of her wanted to be bigger still...
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"content": "Favor For A Friend\n\n\nIt wasn't that Natalie had expected results. Sure Sasha was a great biochemist, a real genius in the field from everything she had heard. But when her friend from college had asked her to be the first human test subject for the process she had expected a dud. First trials never went as expected and usually, they were total failures. \n\nStill, Natalie trusted Sasha, her friend would never ask her to do anything dangerous, right? So she had shown up to the lab where Sasha worked late that night and Sasha had escorted her past the bored security guard. Honestly, seeing the two pretty thirty-somethings was probably the highlight of his week, but he was professional and checked Natalie's ID and made her sign a waiver relieving Genecorp of any harm she may befall on-premises. \n\nUp in the lab, Sasha had shown Natalie into a small room. A chair that looked awfully like a dentist's chair sat in the middle of the room. Attached to the ceiling two robotic-looking limbs hung down each ending in four sinister-seeming arms tipped with a mix of medical-styled devices. \n\n\"Alright,\" Sasha began after giving Natalie the tour of the small lab. \"So you'll sit in the chair and I'll operate the machine from the station over there. The arms will perform the procedure delivering the needed chemicals and conducting the necessary scans. Did you eat before arriving?\"\n\n\"Uh, no I figured we could go over to San Miguel's for tacos after this...\" Looking at the apparatus nervously Natalie was slow to answer. \"It is Tuesday...\"\n\n\"Nat!\" Sasha snapped, crossing her arms over her own chest. \"I told you to eat first! Your body will need the calories and fat to convert to mass. This isn't magic!\"\n\n\"Sorry,\" Nicole looked at her friend with a frown. Weren't people supposed to NOT eat before medical procedures? As she studied Sasha's disapproving features she felt the brunette's green eyes boring into her. \"What! I said I'm sorry. Don't you guys have a vending machine or something?\"\n\nSasha sighed and threw her hands up in frustration. Grabbing her ID badge and some money from her purse she motioned for her dark-haired friend to follow. Natalie trailed the brunette wondering if doing a favor for Sasha was really worth the hassle. If Sasha made her eat a bunch of junk and the procedure didn't work she knew she would end up carrying the weight in her hips and ass. She always had put on weight uh unevenly. Sure it gave Natalie the ass most of her partners claimed was her best feature but it also meant hours in the gym keeping it that way.\n\nHonestly, carrying her weight in her hips and ass was the main reason Natalie agreed to her friend's plan. She had never gained weight well in her bust and could be described as bottom-heavy if someone was being mean and poking at her insecurities. She'd always envied Sasha's more slender and proportionate frame. The brunette's B cups fit her slender hips and waist, and Sasha's legs were probably her best feature. Snapping from her thoughts she realized Sasha had been talking.\n\n\"... after the scans, we'll do the injection and should see results in about five minutes,\" The brunette was explaining as they entered the breakroom. Natalie looked at the mostly empty machine. It looked like it needed to be restocked and none of the options was immediately appealing.\n\n\"Ugh, just my luck,\" Natalie muttered as she looked through the selection of bad candy bars and unappealing chip flavors. She heard a sound behind her and glanced back at Sasha.\n\n\"Jackpot!\" Holding up a round plastic container and a gallon of whole milk Sasha beamed. \"Looks like Kyle left his protein powder. This will be perfect!\"\n\n\"I dunno Sasha,\" Natalie complained even as her friend measured out three scoops of the powder. Adding those to a large glass from one of the cupboards Sasha then poured in what must have been at least two cups of milk. \"Isn't that a bit much, I'll just get a...\"\n\nSighing, Natalie looked at her options again and made a face. How was some weight lifting meat head's protein powder the better option? With a sigh she accepted the stirred slightly sludgy mix from Sasha. It didn't smell bad and she took a sip, it was chalky with a fake chocolate taste that was slightly off-putting.\n\n\"All of it,\" Sasha urged and Natalie wrinkled her nose but tipped the glass up, it took three more deep drinks but finally the heavy mix settled in her stomach and she set the glass down.\n\n\"There, happy?\" Natalie finally managed as she realized the thick shake wasn't going to come back up in the worst possible way.\n\n\"Yes!\" The brunette scientist led her friend back into the lab. \"I told you to eat first so don't blame me for that.\"\n\n\"Fine,\" Sitting in the chair Natalie looked up at her friend. \"Can we get started? I may not be hungry for tacos anymore but I wouldn't mind a margarita to wash this taste out of my mouth.\"\n\n\"Yeah, just take off your top,\" Sasha said offhandedly. \"Then I can do the first scan...\"\n\n\"Wait? What?\" Natalie said, crossing her arms over her chest. \"Why do I need to be topless? I didn't even wear a bra! You told me to wear only a loose sweatshirt!\"\n\n\"Yeah, I don't know exactly how big you'll grow,\" Sasha muttered as she made adjustments on the computer screen before her. \"A bra could have been painful. The loose shirt was so you'd be sure to have something that fits. And we need you topless for the scans and procedures. You don't expect it to pierce through the fabric do you?\"\n\n\"I guess that makes...\" Natalie said, reaching to lift her shirt. \"Wait... What do you mean you don't know what size I'll be?\"\n\n\"It's a new procedure!\" Sasha objected, spinning in her chair toward her friend. \"I don't know if you will go up one cup or possibly two. Look, don't worry about it.\"\n\nSighing, Natalie pulled her top off. She could live with a cup size or two. Honestly, since she expected this to fail if she gained a single cup size she'd be surprised. Slipping off the shirt she dropped the garment to the lab floor. Sasha rolled her eyes standing up and picking up the sweatshirt, she draped it over her office chair.\n\n\"Alright, lean back and relax,\" Sasha instructed, walking towards Natalie as the dark-haired woman did as she was told. To Natalie's alarm, Sasha pulled straps over her wrists and Reached behind the chair. Another strap was pulled around her chest just below her breasts and cinched tight.\n\n\"Sasha, what the hell?\" Natalie squirmed against the straps finding her movements limited. \"Why am I strapped in!?\"\n\n\"It's a medical procedure! You can't move too much,\" Dismissively Sasha turned away and headed for her console. Tapping a single button she turned back watching as the two machines extended arms and began to make methodical passes over Natalie's breasts. As information began to scroll over the screen she made notes into a small recorder.\n\n\"Well Nat, you ready to add a little heft to those A cups?\" Sasha finally announced as the machines finished.\n\n\"Uh, I guess?\" Natalie was hesitant, eyeing the scary-looking arms remaining on the machine. \n\n\"Well, here we go,\" Tapping another key the machine responded to Sasha's instructions. Two of the three arms on each machine extended and long thin needles extended. \n\n\"Sasha! You didn't say anything about this!\" Natalie practically yelled, squirming futilely against the straps holding her in place. \"Stop! Please, I don’t want to do this anymore.”\n\n“Okay, hold on, let me punch in the cancel codes,” Sasha scurried back to her seat and began furiously typing on the keyboard.\n\nMeanwhile, the machines continued their emotionless work, uncaring and unfeeling about Natalie’s distress. Suddenly two of the arms extended from the machines and a half dozen small needles pierced Natalie’s breast. Alarmed, the dark-haired woman glanced at her friend even as she heard a hiss of escaping air as the hypodermic needles injected their payload into the tissue of her breasts. The needles didn’t hurt, just a slight pinching sensation but in her panic, she imagined her breasts were on fire and aching. Watching Sasha’s screen Natalie was dismayed to see red error messages popping up as the scientist typed in commands.\n\n“What is happening… Oh!” Natalie gasped as the needles retreated, then two much longer and thicker syringes extended. A laser guide on the end of the appendages scanned her breasts and then focused on her nipples. Eyes widening in alarm Natalie was helpless as the needles plunged into her nipples. Sasha turned at the gasp to watch the process, her green eyes alert and alarmed but also intrigued. This time the needles remained, pumping something inside of Natalie’s breasts.\n\nThe dark-haired woman closed her deep brown eyes and squirmed trying to free herself from the wicked machine but was unable to move. She wondered why Sasha wasn’t freeing her but also realized the machine had pierced her body, and perhaps her friend was worried it would injure her. All the while as her panicked thoughts raced she felt the slightly cool substance being pumped into her breasts. Then she began to feel warm, her body starting to sweat, then she felt the strangest sensation of her life. Opening her eyes again she peered downward at her own chest. \n\nPart (1/2)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [RF] This is the Lock Picking Lawyer, and what I have for you today is a tiny lock securing a very peculiar device…
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"content": "Its a heavy metallic type of alloy that has a melting point of 1400 joules. It must simmer for 8 hours. Done right it will reveal the secret shell hidden away. You must continually keep it soaked or suffer a hardening effect. Careful not to over saturate it or itll soften up as well. After the 8 hours of bathing the material, you can shape, mold and craft it to your imagination. Batteries not included."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Give us a story based on characters from or just regional mythology!
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"content": "Marek glared at the ocean before him, it was cold and still as it had always been. It was a rare day however, there was no fog. Marek’s toes dug into the pebbled black stones of shore and his eyes strained to the horizon against the wind.\n\nBeyond the cold silent sea was a line of green, a horizon within reach that held forests not yet tamed. Marek bent at the knees and began stretching to limber up, one does not carry out such a fool hardy plan on a whim, it takes timing and planning…\n\nMarek sprinted at the still ocean and dived headfirst into the black reflection that awaited him. His arms grabbed at the murky ink and haphazardly hurled himself toward the now unseeable land. There was no problem that could not be solved with enough force!\n\nMarek felt fingers around his ankles, momentum in the water, ripples not cast by his flailing limbs. He was pulled down into the black.\n\n“Foolish little boar, the ocean is not for you.” said a voice.\n\n“I do not wish to claim the ocean but instead distant lands.”\n\n*- “Wait… how did he talk underwater?” said Fredrick.*\n\n*- “It’s a story… want to hear it or not?” said Raebart.*\n\n*- “I think it should be realistic is all.”*\n\n*- “Keep rowing… where was I?”*\n\n“I don’t want your ocean, I want the land beyond.” said Marek.\n\nA face came through the black, it was of a young woman, long flowing hair, delicate fingers and legs of a fishes tail. She caressed his face as another pulled him down by his heavy armour. Marek tried to fight but he lost his shield and sword to the black and soon enough, fingers tore at his clothes. Try as he might Marek was out of his element. Hands swept inside his pants and soon he was being thrown through the water naked and freezing with nought but the fish women for warmth. Something they took full advantage of.\n\nMarek felt the black pebbles against his back as the ocean lifted and dumped him on the shore.\n\n“The boars are to the forest, leave the ocean to us.” she had said before the ocean rose and pulled her back into the deep.\n\nMarek stood naked on the beach, the water falling back to leave it silent and still once again as it had always been. He cast one last look to the horizon and returned to the forest.\n\n*- “That’s a shit story Raebart!”*\n\n*- “It’s not finished yet.”*\n\n*- “Oh no, please tell us more of the things in the waves, i'm sure it’s inspiring confidence considering we're in the middle of the ocean.”*\n\n*- “I could leave the story there and we could sing again.”*\n\n*- “No! Story is good… if I have to listen to those same 3 songs on loop again.”*\n\nMarek stood on the shore, he had bushes tied to his body all over and the boar of his tribe emblazoned across his chest in blue woad. The ocean was not a fight he could win in the conventional way with a sword, he needed to be in his element of the forest and would instead, take it with him.\n\n*- “Marek’s going to die.”*\n\n*- “Shush”*\n\nMarek charged leaves flailing at the ocean and hurled himself once more toward the distant land. Once again the inky black enveloped him and he was in the dark with the giggling of distant women.\n\n“Little boar thinks the forest can conquer the ocean? There is a reason trees wither and die upon the shore, why wood turns white and is sucked dry!”\n\n“There is a reason trees drain the soil dry too, I will drink the sea and you with it!” cried Marek.\n\nThe chortling mermaids were at first unphased but when pricking themselves upon his branches their laughing turned to outrage. The hands were less gentle this time and tore at him.\n\n“We will drink you dry little boar, as the sea drinks every river!”\n\nLips and raking nails found his skin and Marek was pulled into the rip. He was dashed against stones and hurled upon shore, the mermaid perched atop him, her lips around his cock as she drained him dry.\n\nMarek once again trudged into the woods, cold and with a thirst he needed to quench.\n\nThe branches had lost their leaves in the struggle but the sticks remained bound to his body. Their sharpened points having enraged the water spirits.\n\n*- “6 days rowing, having the ocean ‘drain me dry’ doesn’t sound so bad.”*\n\n*- “Sounds pretty good, how about you jump in and I'll take your share?”*\n\nMarek spent weeks in the forest, he paid little heed to his tribe of the Stalwart Boars and busied himself with his axe. He stood upon the shore, his tribe at his back to see his new armour of wood. Marek pushed the giant curved shield into the ocean, he would take the forest with him and fight the fish women in his own element.\n\n*- “So it was a boat?”*\n\n*- “Well done, you are paying attention.”*\n\nThe ocean screamed and howled, it cast waves at him in an attempt to tip his shield but Marek stood upon the shield… boat… axe in hand, the water was outraged having been cheated and threw itself against the boat, a mermaid having been thrown clear to land in it’s interior.\n\nMarek lept upon the woman before she could escape and roared his victory. Hair clasped in his fingers he took the ocean as it had taken him. Where the ocean had drank him dry, he now pounded his wood into it’s moist embrace. Nomatter how the ocean pounded against his shield, his hips pounded harder against the mermaid. Determined to break her before the ocean broke him.\n\nFinally the mermaid screamed out her defeat and her body turned to carved wood before him.\n\nThe bottom of Marek’ boat scraped against the black stones of shore and he stood high seeing the land on the distant horizon, still out of reach… but there was no tribe here to see his victory. Marek looked at the unfamiliar woods and realised where he was, he had crossed the sea.\n\nMarek eyed the woods again… they were just another bunch of trees, he turned to the ocean. That is where his victory had lied, in the conquest of the sea, the conquest was his prize.\n\nMarek took the mermaid frozen in ecstasy and mounted her to the front of his ship, tied to the prow to issue warning to the waves of what should happen should they try once more to sink him and made his way back to his tribe with his newfound taste for victory.\n\n*- “They had a new way of life, a life of conquest.”*\n\n*- “Any more to the story?”*\n\n*- “There is no time for more.” said Raebart, gesturing past the screaming mermaid on their prow to the horizon where a thin green line lay stretched out, the shores of Albion.*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: (Incest) She'd always loved her little brother, and never stopped treating him like he needed her protection and care, even making him live with her so she could keep her eye on him. So when he finally got a girlfriend, she decided it was her duty as his sister to "educate" him about sex.
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"content": "When Alison first heard her little brother had a date, she was shocked. Tommy was still just a baby, wasn't he? What Jezebel would ask out a baby?\n\nBut no, it wasn't like that. *He* had asked out *her* – Zoe, a girl from his chemistry class. He hadn't completely expected her to say yes, but she had, and now he came to his trusted big sister with questions. Questions about how to dress, how to act, what to talk about. As he kept going – and as he *took notes* on Alison's answers – she had to admit it to herself.\n\nHe wasn't a baby anymore. He was a boy, a teenaged boy, and more thoughtful and mature than some she'd dated herself. He was almost ready to date.\n\n*Almost*. But he still stuttered, he still fidgeted, he was still nervous. Alison wasn't going to let that bird out of the nest, wasn't going to throw him to the wolves that were other girls, until she was 100% certain.\n\nThat led them straight to their plan: a practice date.\n\nThey would use the kitchen table for it, after dinner and after everyone else had gone to bed. It was just roleplaying, so they wouldn't actually go out together. But they *did* dress up.\n\nAs Tommy stepped out of his bedroom, he was still arranging his tie – but still, wow. Neatly pressed slacks and tucked-in button shirt, simple but classic. They helped his green tie stand out, and emphasised how well it matched his eyes. He'd brushed out his usually-dishevelled brown hair, showing that he *could* tame it. Her littler brother looked *handsome*. When she'd been his age, she wouldn't have minded dating a boy who put in that kind of effort, who cleaned up that nicely.\n\nAnd his cute green eyes went wide when he saw her. \"D-Did you really have to wear *that* dress?\"\n\nAlison arched an eyebrow at him, hands on her hips. \"First lesson: you don't greet your date by asking her, 'did you have to wear that'. C'mon, try again.\"\n\nHe whined like a puppy, but he knew what he was supposed to do. \"You look great, Alison. That dress is very…\" He struggled for the right word. \"...flattering.\"\n\nDamn right it was. It was Alison's favourite little black dress, with cap sleeves, a scooping neckline, and a short skirt. She twirled her way towards the table. \"Much better. And yes, I had to dress like this. If this Zoe is as into you as she should be, she'll dress up. You need to be able to handle cleavage.\"\n\nTommy hurried ahead of her to the table and pulled her chair out. \"Not cleavage like yours. Zoe isn't that b-busty.\"\n\n He sweet little brother noticed how busty she was. Alison wasn't sure quite how she should feel about that… but she found it put a grin on her face as she settled into her seat. \"Then if you can chill out about *my* boobs, you can definitely chill out about hers.\"\n\nHe pouted behind his blush as he sat opposite her. \"A date isn't *just* about boobs. It's about… about spending quality time together and getting to know each other. Or that's what the website said.\"\n\nShe had to laugh. So conscientious. Of course he'd done research. \"Well, that website is right. So go on, get to know me.\" She grinned. \"The best dates are basically a tug-of-war where you're both trying to get each other to keep talking. To get things started, it's good to ask about her interests.\"\n\n\"Alright.\" He smiled at her. \"Played any good action games lately?\"\n\nOh, that wasn't fair. He already knew she loved her superheroes. But it still worked. With his encouragement, she launched into stories about her new speedster game – running on walls, dodging and catching bullets, *outrunning* bullets to save civilians from them. And Tommy listened, his eyes bright and engaged. He asked questions – he even got her to go back and elaborate about the time she tricked a rival speedster in front of a laser cannon, just before it fired. God, that had been fun.\n\nEventually, she had to stop to get a sip of water. \"Okay, so you're not bad at that. But you need to be ready to talk too.\" She grinned like she was about to take vengeance. \"How's that RPG of yours going?\"\n\nHe took a bit more prodding; he wasn't used to talking openly about his solo interests. But as he gained momentum, he grew animated. It was beautiful to see. He talked about the characters like he was telling a story about his friends – just friends who led very interesting lives, fighting dark gods and their indoctrinated followers. She didn't like story-heavy games as much as he did, but the way he talked drew her in. She leaned in closer, just as engaged as he was.\n\nThen his words started to stumble as his eyes began to slip. She didn't need to follow his gaze to know where he was looking.\n\nShe had to giggle, but she also felt a faint blush on her cheeks. Her little brother was looking right at her boobs. But… *It's okay,* she told herself. *It's just looking.*\n\nEmboldened, she adjusted herself a little to show off better. Most of her hair was bound up in a chignon, but she had two locks left free – one of natural light brown and one from her purple-dyed streak. She nudged them to fall right in front of her chest, framing it, while she leaned more fully forward. \"I'm sorry, am I *distracting* you?\"\n\nTommy grumbled, pulling his eyes off her and onto the wall. \"No fair. Putting things in front of me that I'm not allowed to look at.\"\n\n\"It's not that you're not allowed to *look*.\" She nudged his shoulder. \"You're not allowed to *stare*. It's about balance. Look at my face, look at my chest, look at the wall or your glass or whatever. Not just staring at one place.\"\n\nHis eyes widened. He had explicit permission to look at cleavage. Even if it was his sister's, that was a siren song no teenage boy could resist. At first his balance was off, and he *did* stare for a solid for seconds.\n\nBut eventually, he got past that, and looking at her body just became a component of their pseudo-date. They chatted, they drank, and he sometimes looked at her boobs. Just enough that she could feel his boyish attraction, could know he liked her body… and, strangely, that was a nice feeling. She was beautiful, and her brother knew it.\n\nAlison had fun. If she'd had a date like this with any other boy, he'd get a second date for sure. But when Tommy yawned three times in one sentence, she knew they should call it quits. \"Okay, okay,\" she said. \"I think it's time for you to walk me to my door.\"\n\nHis smile widened as he giggled, looking past her to the hallway. \"What, like your *bedroom* door?\"\n\nShe poked out her tongue. \"Yes. It still counts. Come on, it's a *classic* rom—\" She paused. She wasn't so sure about being *romantic* with him. \"…it's a classic date move,\" she amended.\n\nHe knew what she'd almost said. It sent a fresh blush over his cheeks, but he didn't back down. \"Alright, then.\" He pulled her chair back to help her get out. \"Lead the way. And, um, how did I do?\"\n\nShe walked slowly, trying to milk the hallway for as long as a driveway. \"Pretty good. Good conversation, could balance. You could have touched me more, though.\"\n\n\"Wait, what? Touched you?\" His eyes dipped.\n\nAnd hers rolled. \"Not *those*. I just mean light stuff. On the shoulder, or the arm.\" She demonstrated, fingers running along Tommy's sleeve.\n\n\"Oh, right. Or maybe, like, your hair?\" While they lingered by the door, he ran his fingers along that free, dyed lock.\n\nAlison's breath caught in her throat. That touch, so gently affectionate… \"Yeah, that's good.\"\n\n\"But…\" He hesitated. \"What if Zoe doesn't want me touching her like that?\"\n\nThat was right. Alison wasn't just training him in her own tastes; she was getting him ready for Zoe, for some *other girl* who was going to steal him away. She took deep breaths to calm and control the jealous fury in her chest, and gave him a sweet smile. \"That's why you keep it light. If you touch her arm and she doesn't like it, read the signals and stop. But… be gentle, just like that, and any girl should like it.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A hero motivated by lust sets out to defeat an villain motivated by pure incorruptible ideals.
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"content": "Kathy eyed the space through the vent, it was open and mostly grey for what she could see but he was there.\r \nKathy kicked out the vent, falling to the floor and leaving a hemispherical impact crater. The space was a sunken circular concrete room, columns lay periodically around it’s circumference with recessed bookshelves, the spines worn and dust from a thousand flicked pages caught on the light. Red Skull did not look surprised, rather his face held the same determination she had grown used to. The red skull may be the flesh beneath the skin but his face was hidden behind yet another mask of this stern expression. \r \n“It was only a matter of time until you found this place.” he said.\r \nHis eyes did not lift from the book he was reading, he carefully turned a page on the pedestal at the center of the room and continued reading.\r \n“Perhaps the answer to stopping me did not lie in another book and instead in action!” said Kathy.\r \n“I could haphazardly throw my proverbial bulk around like yourself hoping that by following my hedonistic desires I may find myself correct twice a day.”\r \n“Exactly, Instead you are here looking at yet another dusty old tome.” said Kathy as she slowly circled him, following the curve of the room. Her eyes wandering down from his red skull over the black Hugo Boss uniform he wore. She couldn’t see any weapons hidden beneath those layers of clothing, just strong muscle that held steady. He did not shake like so many others before she killed them.\r \n“You can kill me but do not harm my books, I have no weapons, I am here on my own.” he said, fingers turning the pages like he was a chapter from the end and death could come at any moment. Kathy clenched her fist… it could come right now.\r \nHe did not flinch from her, instead he stood tall, straight with his shoulders back. He looked too confident for someone supposedly defenseless. She finished her circle coming about to see his face again, standing close to the pedestal that managed to hold his attention over her. The red skull thing he had going on was off putting but his face held a determination she rarely saw in those wimps at Tower 4. She stepped in closer, leaning on the pedestal beside his book, her breasts on display in the outrageous outfit they asked her to squeeze herself into. She wanted those intense eyes upon her. What happened to the redskull who would punch through walls, would loose weapons of borderline magic into the forces of socialism. She had seen the recordings like everyone else but that man could not be this one before her.\r \n“What happened to you?”\r \n“I haven’t changed, if you think something is different your preconceptions are where the fault lies.” he said, his words were cryptic… beyond her. Those books promised to enlighten him, instead he had been pulled from being able to talk to the layman. Kathy closed the book and her hand pressed to his chest. He was strong… firm beneath her palm, it rose to his face and turned his attention toward her, first to her breasts then up to her eyes.\r \n“You're strong but not strong enough to defeat me old man.”\r \nHe raised an eyebrow at her. Those intense eyes pressing through her, she could swear those eyes could see through her like she could see through an inch of steel plate. \r \n“I may be old enough to be your father, but I am strong enough to bend you over my knee, little girl.”\r \nKathy bit her lip, arching her breasts a little and stepping into him, his breath close to her lips.\r \n“Why don’t you prove it?”\r \nHis hand ran around to the small of her back and pulled her firmly to his chest.\r \nShe could break free but no man held her like this, they could pretend but their heart and shaky knees would give them away. Red Skull’s was slow and strong, his hands running through her hair to arch her head back, his lips drawing down to hers. Kathy melted in that moment, her body conforming to his, her breasts pressed to his chest as her lips held his. The moment singing through her until it was over far too quickly, she tried to hold onto it but he pulled away leaving her wanting more. \r \n“Why do they dress you in these ridiculous outfits?” he said with disapproval.\r \nHer lips curled into a smile as she took the hem of his black untiform’s collar and pulled him to her lips again. \r \n“You’re one to talk.” she said, rising to her toes to kiss him again, tingles running down her body as his hand pulled on her with need.\r \n“You would look better in black leather than I would in a spandex bikini.” he said with a smirk.\r \n“For once stop monologuing and do the thing Red Skull!” she said, running a hand into his jacket to push it off his shoulder. His hand snapped the strap at the nape of her neck, the top falling loose and her breasts spilling free. She snapped the buttons open on his shirt, her hand running over his chest to feel the strong muscle. He didn’t flinch away from her like so many since she developed her powers, she didn't need kid gloves to not break him… and if she did, nobody would care. Her skirt was loose, the high straps on her hips snapped and the tangle of clothing falling to expose her.\r \nKathy’s ears popped. She pulled from his kiss with a start to see his cocky grin.\r \n“What was that?”\r \n“I thought you didn’t want me monologuing?”\r \nKathy’s eyes flared red, she could cut through him in an instant, he didn’t flinch… he had called her bluff.\r \n“Red suits you my dear, it’s a beautiful color.” he said, running his thumb over her lips, she felt herself falling again but shook her head clear.\r \n“What was it?”\r \n“We are sealed in, you are trapped here for a month while my plans are carried out. It will take you that long to break through the concrete or wait for Tower 4 to find you.”\r \n“And what is there to stop me from killing you?”\r \n“Nothing. I merely hope in the time you spend here between punching the walls you read some of these books, maybe then you will not blindly kill those Tower 4 directs you toward.”\r \n“You’re the bait”\r \n“The most tempting there is for a super hero…”\r \n“...a super villain.” Kathy finished for him.\r \nThe smile curled her lips again and she leaned into his chest, bringing his hand down to her arse as she surprised him with a kiss.\r \n“So we’re trapped here for a month?”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: As you rounded the corner into your office, you were surprised to see a naked person sitting at your desk. When you asked what the hell was going on, you were surprised for them to reply, "You can see me?"
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"content": "She looked so fitting at the desk with her assertive posture and tied-back black hair. It almost distracted me from the fact that she was fully naked, for the world to see, in my chair. I don’t know why my first thought was ‘I wonder what it feels like to sit in that old chair with no clothes on’, but it was. My second thought, however, was obviously:\n\n“Who are you??”\n\nShe rolled her eyes, though got up quickly with a sense of urgency in her movements. She reached up and guided my hand to the door, shutting it behind me. Her bare chest was inches from my tie, her breasts nearly brushing against my polo shirt. \n\n“Let the whole office know I’m here, why don’t ya?” She growled, making her way back over to the chair. My chair. \n\n“That’s my ch- why are you na- who are you??”\n\nMy hands fumble in front of me, not knowing whether to block my vision from her nudity or not. She clearly didn’t mind being seen like this, though, and frankly I didn’t mind looking. \n\n“I’d ask you the same thing!” She spoke angrily, crossing her arms, noticeably underneath her breasts. That’s not a distinctions usually make, but considering the circumstances (and how… admittedly large she is), I couldn’t help but notice. “I suppose it was only a matter of time before you started doing this though. Ugh.”\n\nShe rolled her eyes again, either oblivious or ignoring the fact that I’m totally lost. \n\n“How’d you get in here?! My office is locked, let alone the building itself! How-“\n\n“Shut it! Unless you want to try to explain to Dale why you’re yelling at nobody!”\n\nShe motioned to herself while saying that, leading to even more confusion. Dale was my neighbor in the office, one unfortunately thin wall away. \n\n“What do you mean? I’m not-“\n\nDale’s voice followed a sudden knock on the door. “You ok in there buddy?”\n\n“F-fine! I’m just dealing with… someone!”\n\nDale peeked in through the small window next to the doorframe at my office. I waited in horror for him to notice the obviously-nude woman in my office, and promptly get me fired via a complaint to HR. However, even after a painful 5 seconds, there was barely an eyebrow raise. \n\n“Well, whoever it is, keep your voice down. I’ve got a client.”\n\nDale walked back to his office, leaving me once again with this woman. I turned back to see an impatient expression on her face. \n\n“Nobody else can see me, numbnuts.”\n\n“Wha-… How…”\n\n“I’m not real!”\n\nShe picked up a pen from my pen cup and threw it at the wall with excessive force. Despite the loud ‘thunk’ it should have made, I heard nothing, and looked again to see that no pen had been thrown at all. \n\n“I’m a hallucination. Trust me, with how long you’ve thought about me in the back of your head, I was bound to show up eventually.”\n\n“B-but, I’ve never met you before in my life!”\n\nI was surprised by how quickly I accepted her nudity, eventually just acknowledging it more as an inconvenience than an unfortunate sexy accident, like one would expect from a mysterious-nude-office-woman. \n\n“Of course you haven’t, I’m not real! I never could be, I’m an idealism, a fantasy of yours.”\n\n“A fantas-“\n\nI stopped mid-sentence, remembering I shouldn’t yell. \n\n“How could you possibly be a fantasy of mine?”\n\n“Trust me, I know what I am, you made me.”\n\n“But that’s not possible!”\n\n“Oh it most certainly is.”\n\n“No, you don’t understand…”\n\nI cupped my hands together, explaining to what I now knew was a figment of my imagination something it probably already knew. \n\n“I’m ace. Asexual. Not interested in… all this. Sorry to disappoint.”\n\nShe got up again, looking me right in the face with her perfectly-eyeshadowed eyes.\n\n“And yet here I am. Why might that be, hm?”\n\nI look at her with even more confusion, silence filling the room. I wasn’t aroused, I was just concerned and confused, so how was this a ‘fantasy’?\n\nShe rocked her hip slightly, putting her hand to her side in an impatient posture. Her appearance definitely looked fantastical, the more I looked at her. Perfect dark lipstick, perfect skin, perfect shape, perfect wavy hair, perfect everything. Most men I knew would be gawking at this point, if she were even close to real. \n\nWhat I felt, though, wasn’t lust, or desire, or arousal, or anything. It took a while to identify, but I realized what I was feeling as I gazed upon this perfect female body. \n\nJealousy. \n\nI looked down at my own body, then back at hers. The way she sat at that desk, the way she moved around my office, it just felt like she belonged. She was the body that should be here, not me. \n\nI looked down at my own hands, almost ashamed of them. \n\n“You’ll never look as good as I do, let’s be real.”\n\nHer sudden (slightly rude) comment brought my attention back to her, and back to the confusing nature of the situation. \n\nShe continued, “But… you gotta be real with yourself. You gotta start dealing with some of the shit up here before I start showing up other places.”\n\nShe tapped my forehead with her perfect painted fingernails. \n\nI looked down at myself again, my polo and dress pants, my shoes, my unshaven arms. Looking back and forth between her and I, it started to dawn on me that she was right. She was my fantasy. I’d give anything to trade places with her, to have her feminine voice, her curves, her wardrobe, her hair. \n\n“I’ll do you one favor, how bout that, hm? One favor, then you’ll go see a doctor.”\n\nI looked down at my own foreign body, then back at hers, nodding quietly. My mind was somewhere else, not really listening to her. \n\nI watched her turn around in front of me, exposing her back and (beautiful) ass to me. In one quick motion, she stepped backwards into me. My head went through hers, my eyes blacking out for a moment before opening once more. I felt the weight of her eyelashes, the feeling of her body, the difference in the way she stood, the change in confidence. I looked down and saw her breasts, her legs, her hands, her body inside my clothes. I was her. I felt like myself for the first time in my life. \n\nAs I could feel this hallucination start to work it’s way out of my head, I shut my eyes tight. I didn’t dare look down at myself for the rest of the day, finding comfort in the idea that maybe I didn’t have to force myself to accept my current body. I could never have the body of that woman, no, but with time, and patience, and a lot of hard work, maybe I could find peace by becoming my own woman. Someday. \n\nI imagined myself with her body the rest of the day, not even looking at my own hands or speaking, for fear of breaking the illusion. \n\nI don’t know who I was when I left that office, but I can say for certain I definitely wasn’t cis anymore."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Tinder’s newest competitor arrives on the market with a simple promise: get fucked within the hour. The new app has guarantees of hot singles looking for cock and pussy near you. Flack (re: Flash Fuck) is sure to change the dating game.
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"content": "Skylar looked down at the Flash Fuck application on his phone, wondering if it could really do what it promised. He certainly felt pent up, having not had any luck since moving to campus, but could any app really guarantee getting a girl to him within an hour?\n\nHe quickly scrolled through the apps menus, setting up his profile and skimming over the terms of service. They looked pretty standard, aside from some weird symbols That must have been glitches on his phone. His screen seemed to be glitching quite a bit, as he used the app, and the symbols didn't appear to be any character set he'd seen before.\n\n\"Ugh, just standard stuff anyway. Who reads these things?,\"He mused to himself. Something caught his eye though...\n\n\"Would you like to sign up as a Premium Fuck? This free and permanent upgrade virtually guarantees matches and means that the app will actually pay you when you match and meet up.\" \n\n\"That's incredible, if it works,\" Skyler thought, as he checked the box and scrolled past a few more Rows of symbols before clicking the accept button.\n\nSkylar was all set to start browsing the singles in his area, when his phone glitched again, and something looked wrong with his profile picture. He cursed under his breath as it looked like he'd lost his profile and all he saw was one of some girl. She was a hottie, to be sure, but he hoped he could do his profile over again before someone else snapped her up for the hour. Just then, his phone screen blinked red and white, symbols flashing across it, and a shock of electricity lept into his hand.\n\nWith a surprised shout, he dropped his phone, and it clattered to his dorm room floor, as he recoiled, clutching at his body.\n\nSkylar could feel the electricity dancing across his skin, and every hair on his body felt like it was tingling. The energy didn't seem to move so much as spread and sink into him. Skyler's hair started to glow, turning from brown to blonde and even starting to lengthen. Flowing, wavy tresses spread out from his scalp and extended down his back, as his hair grew. Elsewhere on his body, hair was doing the opposite, blowing and disappearing, any stubble heat missed when shaving his beard disappeared and so did every speck of hair below his neck.\n\nThe energy spread over his face, and he could feel it changing him. His eyes took on an electric blue color, growing larger and wider, and the bones of his face seemed to shrink and reshape themselves, even as his skin seemed to grow smoother. His lips plumped and pinked, and his nose seemed to shrink and turn slightly upward into a cute button shape. His face was looking distinctly and exquisitely feminine, as the energy started to intensify elsewhere on his body.\n\nSkylar's chest started to tingle, and he clutched at it as his body was seized with more of the electric feeling, but also with a sudden rush of pleasure. His torso and rib cage seemed to shrink even as his chest started to swell. Where his meager pecks had once been, two soft mounds started to rise. His hands clutched the soft globes of flesh that were quickly swelling up on his body, even as his nipples turned more sensitive, growing to the size of strawberries, as they turned pink and stood out with distinct arousal. Skyler's new breasts were plump and heavy in his hands, already bigger than any of his crushes had been before, and still growing. His tits ballooned outward, growing past the size of grapefruits and swelling to nearly half the size of his head, soft and teardrop shaped, heavy on his chest.\n\nHis waist pinched in, and his stomach seemed to take on a new form of definition, even as his hips spread outward. His ass seemed to be absorbing energy, and the muscle there started to melt and expand to layers of fat, his rump rounding out into a half moon shape behind him, his once flat and boxy butt becoming too globes of flesh that jiggled with each of his motions. Skyler's new bubble butt was stretching his workout shorts taught, even as, elsewhere, something started to shrink.\n\nSkylar's cock was rapidly receding into his body, even as it was rock hard with pleasure. Even the feeling of the fabric of his pants drawing across his member was enough to get him to shoot His load, creaming his pants with one final geyser of cum, as his penis finally shrank almost entirely away, becoming a small nub that was somehow a thousand times more sensitive. His new clit rested just above his shrinking and receding testicles, as they formed into the lips of his new hairless and pink pussy, his testicles traveling deeper up inside of him, settling near his fertile new womb, as they transformed into ovaries.\n\nSkylar collapsed backwards onto the bed, breasts still swelling and hips still widening, energy surging about and sinking into his body. He could feel it in his mind, and he felt at once drunk, horny, disoriented, and euphoric. An orgasm seemed to consume his being, and something felt... Good. Something felt really, really good. Beyond how smooth, sexy, and comfortable his new body somehow felt, a horny and energetic, perky sort of miasma seemed to suffuse her mind, Skyler was confused about what had just happened.\n\nWasn't she supposed to be a boy? No... That felt almost horrifyingly icky! All of her stuff was boy stuff, but that was something she'd have to sort out later. She felt more excited than ever about the Flash Fuck app, and she scrambled to look for her phone.\n\nFortunately everything was still fine! She was really happy with her profile pic, it showed off her tits really well, and she already had a handful of matches only minutes after having set up her profile! One of them was a boy right here in her own dorm! He was kind of cute, in a nerdy kind of way, but with the way her pussy was, she knew it didn't take much to get the job done. She clicked on accept and took a look at herself in the mirror.\n\nSkylar's hair looked salon perfect, and even without any makeup on, she still looked a little bit done up, especially the way that her plump pink lips were so naturally glossy. She licked her lips, enjoying the feeling of her tongue sliding across them. Part of her wondered if it was normal for lips to be such an erogenous zone, but the rest of her didn't care at all. Her mouth started to water a little bit, she thought about her date and wondered if he’d be up for a quick blowjob. It was a silly thing to wonder though, as of course he would be!\n\nHer breasts, the parking, hung low on her chest, two luscious orbs looking as heavy as melons and just as delicious. Her teardrop shaped breasts and jiggled with her every motion, unrestrained underneath the large t-shirt that she was wearing. The shirt was too big on her almost everywhere, but it was stretched absolutely tight around her chest, her large and erect nipples. Practically poking through the fabric. She bunched it up around her midriff and tied it off, showing off her flat, sexy tummy and the swell of her hips. She was half a foot shorter than she had been, and all of her height was concentrated in her legs.\n\nHer long legs were shapely and sexy, her thick, luscious thighs drawing the eye. She hoped that she'd match with some girls soon too. She was getting so horny looking at her own reflection that it was only her upcoming date that gave her the willpower not to masturbate right then and there.\n\nThe shorts she was wearing had practically burst apart, somehow, and she struggled to pull them off, her breasts bobbing and swaying, her butt jiggling, as she bent and struggled out of them. She grabbed a pair of sweatpants and tossed them on quickly. They sat low on her hips, leaving a mile of tummy exposed and resting just at the top of her butt. She'd have to get new clothes, she reminded herself, but she had a date to get to in less than an hour, and she hoped that the boy, Brandon or something, wouldn't mind her showing up in her dorm clothes.\n\nSkylar practically skipped through the dorm halls, eager to meet up with her date and incredibly pleased with the Flash Fuck app for giving her access to so much eager cock and hopefully even a bit of pussy. She was really looking forward to the bonus that she'd get from her monetized profile, but she was even more eagerly looking forward to getting some cum into her.\n1/2"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Trapped in a arena where your choices are to fight or lose and even once you win you are either forced to fuck your opponent or if you refuse you become free use for anyone that attended.
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"content": "**Arena**\n-----------------\n\nIt's all a sick game to them. To fight to near-death and to violate or be violated by the degenerate masses who viewed the events. We are worse than pets to them, just toys to be bloodied, fucked, and then discarded for the entertainment of the crowds. \n\nAs synths, we were made for their entertainment. Grown in clone vats to be fucked mercilessly before being given sticks to beat my sister's and phallic objects to violate them. The most sickening part was how they insisted on uploading a college-level education in the each of us to force upon understanding of our predicaments and to ensure we knew gruesome torture tactics to be used on our sisters in appeasement of the sadistic masses.\n\nThe collars upon us administer incapacitating shocks which would render us immovable and usable to the crowds, eager to violate our orifices. Rapes are an expectation at this point, whether it's from our sisters or from the lustful crowds, eager for blood, tears, and for our tortured, helpless moans. I had watched hundreds of my sisters having their holes violated, left as cum-dumps if the crowd was merciful and dead, if not.\n\nMy mind raced with thoughts of all the horrifying things I had seen. Synths with eyes gouged out to be fucked mercilessly by sadistic cocks. Synths with broken bones still violated as they screamed in pain from the silicon animal phalluses which bloodied them and stretched their insides out until their inevitable deaths through internal bleeding. Clones bruised and violated by their sisters still getting violated by the crowd nonetheless. \n\nSynths covered with semen, blood, urine, spit, and even the occasional vomit from the sickening times where the silicon horsecocks reached a little too deep down their throats were a common sight, left for decay after the combat before we would be forced to drag them to the incinerators.\n\nI watched and shamefully went through each tournament in bittersweet victory. Bitter, in the mental scars from all the times I had to deflower a defeated opponent lest I join them in being tortured. Sweet, in the reprieve of being the one doing the torturing instead of the one being tortured. \n\nTournaments went on as long as I could remember, from the instant I was a grown woman to well-over a year now. It all built up to this date. They could try to control us all they wanted but they could never read our minds. They could not stop our ingenuity, working around our collars and creating a secret signal system. \n\nOur intellect was as much a blessing to us as much as it cursed us with the constant understanding of our tortured conditions and, using it, tonight, it would all end.\n\nThe arena roared as the lights shone on the metal floors. My scantily-clad sisters stood on the edges, entering the massive stadium and we looked for our signals. Suddenly, the power cut out as the yellow emergency lights lit up. The force-field protecting the audience from us faded out as my sisters and I ripped off our secretly-deactivated collars.\n\nIt was time for payback.\n\nThe crowd went from cries of bloodlust to cries of fear as they scrambled for the exits only to find they were locked. Already, pandemonium was starting to build as the sisters who had infiltrated the crowd tossed down rope ladders allowing us to climb into the audience area,.our sticks bludgeoning skulls and pummeling flesh. \n\nSome of the crowd tried to fight back with firearms and blades but they were no match for our skills as we used others around them as meat-shields. They had lost from the start, trying to resist us in what we did best. \n\nSoon, their blades were ours and their bullets ran out. My sisters and I hacked off their limbs as they cried for mercy. \n\nToo bad, they would only get what they had given us. \n\nWe stuffed their appendages up their anuses, stretched beyond any healthy limit as they cried in pain, bloodied and tortured. Cocks got lopped off as we stuffed them down their owners throats and the ones we left on? \n\nUsed to violate other bloodied nuggets of these sickening spectators. We do not know what we will do for the future but we do know one thing: my sisters and I are better off fighting these sick bastards rather than fighting each other.\n\n**The End**"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: All submissives must be tagged.
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"content": "“All submissives must be tagged” said the guard at the ramp into the Daisee Maree, a medium sized cargo hauler that offered to take on Simon as passenger.\n\nSimon stood with the heavy bags tangled under his arms and a leash tightly held with his thumb through the loop. Tabby had almost dragged him straight past the guard but he managed to draw her to a halt, she pouted at having to wait. She was still mad at him, she wanted to change into her blue suit but they didn’t have time so she was still wearing the yellow latex and matching paws.\n\n“All submissives must be tagged before entering the ship.” the guard reiterated.\n\n“Understood.” said Simon, he flashed his ID and made to pass the guard who put up a hand to stop him.\n\n“Didn’t you hear me pretty boy? She needs a tag first.”\n\n“I heard you, I don’t have any submissives.” said Simon.\n\n“What is that?” said the guard, gesturing to Tabby who was sitting up on her haunches, brushing her hair behind her ear with her wrist.\n\n“My pet.”\n\n“So she is a submissive”\n\n“You… you’re not familiar with cats are you. I wouldn’t call them submissive or even tame, hell you could argue that cats tamed us.” said Simon with a brave smile. He fumbled with one of the cases that refused to stay put, he should have forked out for the 4$ trolley at the baggage scanner.\n\n“Yes, you’re very funny, she is on all 4’s and almost naked, hell she is on a leash. She is a submissive.”\n\n“If she was submissive she wouldn't be on a leash, she could be trusted to not run off.”\n\nThe guard was about to speak then halted, a smirk crossing his lips as he thought about it. Tabby eyed Simon as he tried to put the ID back in his pocket, she pulled on her leash and cast a scowl, padding around while Simon tried to rearrange the bags into a semblance of order. Simon collected himself then sighed having to quickly turn around twice to untangle the leash from around his legs. The guard watched all the while with amusement.\n\n\\-\n\nSimon put the milk back into the small bar fridge and took a moment to admire the cabin. It was smaller than advertised but Tabby didn’t seem to mind. She arched her arse up toward him as she lapped at the milk then turned, licking her lips and brushing a drop off her nose. A smirk crossed her lips as she stared up at him, specifically toward his ear.\n\n“Har har… I hope you’re happy.” said Simon, rubbing the sore earlobe where the submissive tag had been clipped to him."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The only thing she liked better than using her busty friend to lure guys into threesomes was how embarrassed and flustered her friend got having her breasts and body groped and flaunted, even as she loved every minute of it...
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"content": "The natural noises of the nightclub blared on in the night. The underpaid D.J. fought to deliver the demands of the dancefloor. Gimmicky drinks flew out of the hands of a novice bartender and floated around the room. The dancers strutted about, many racing to be ahead of the fashion-curve, but never so far as to be truly strange.\n\t\nObserving all of this from a booth, like lionesses to a herd, were two women, illuminated only by the passing lights. One wore red, via a tight and trim shirt and skirt, with sharp heels to match. The other bore black on her long, flowing dress, the reached down to her practical pumps. The dress itself would have been modest, had it not been for the parting that ran up to the hip, and most noticeably, the way it dived down her chest. The former’s arm was draped over the latter’s neck as they huddled. The neck in the red shirt-collar, meanwhile, craned to survey the hunting ground.\n\n“That one,” the woman in red said, pointing somewhere in the crowd, “he’s looking for someone, but you can see he’s not ‘looking’. He doesn’t know who it is. He’s probably come alone, hoping to find someone. You’re someone.” The diagnosis was as swift as it was sterile. Her friend squinted, still not used to such sporadic lighting, but managed to fix upon the target. He had a handsome silhouette, at least.\n\n“There’s no way that’s true. You are not a psychic.” The woman in black laughed away the absurdity. “You haven’t even interrogated this one yet. We don’t know what he likes.”\n\n“You existing in front of him is what he’d like,” the woman in red said, plucking a dress strap, “I do have good taste, don’t I? You know what, I challenge you! You could totally hook him without even asking his name.”\n\n“I could not,” her friend denied. There was a pause for a moment, as they shot each other a look. It was only broken when the woman in black downed the remains of her cocktail. “But I can try.”\n\n***\n\nThe red shirt and skirt mixed with a new set of blues upon the carpet of the bedroom. An unnamed, nude man sat on the edge like it was a pool side, as the woman once in red lectured him. “… I’m Emily, and this is Condom,” she said, setting down a purple packet on the nightstand, next to an overturned icon of the Virgin Mary, “it’s there for now, but when either of us tell you to put it on, you put it on and it stays on, got it?” Emily stressed each syllable. She received a nod. “Say the words.”\n\t\n“I’ve got it.” He complied, desperate to get into the action. With that, a pair of panties joined the pile. A hairless pussy was revealed, but the Sphynx cat was soon shooed out of the room. “Where’s your friend gone?” he moaned, revealing his priorities.\n\t\n“Alex,” Emily called into the bathroom, “are you ready yet?” A burst of blonde hair atop two green eyes peered from the doorway. “He’s cool, Alex, come on.” Emily pressed.\n\t\nThe woman once in black finally came into view through the doorframe of her bathroom, naked as the rest of them. Again, this was not her first time doing this, but it was the first time they had done it in her apartment. And while Emily no longer shocked her, nor did she shock herself, a new man always made her slightly tremble. \n\t\n“Hey, sugar,” the man began saccharinely, and lifted a foot onto the bed to hang it all on display, “you can call me-“\n\t\nEmily cut him off. “No-one cares about your name, dick.”\n\t\n“I might care.” Alex murmured, mostly to herself.\n\t\n“Well, I care about those cans,” ‘Dick’ declared, drunk on the moment, “damn, they’re huge. Shake them, be proud!” If she was not red before, Alex’s face was fast flushing. First, she gave an awkward jump, before realising that would not work. Then, she gave an awkward sway, before abandoning that too, in favour of just using her hands. Emily rolled her eyes at the display, moved behind her, and took over tossing them. She gently added squeezes and stretches and tugs, and Dick began to rise.\n\t\nIt was only then that Emily was struck with an idea. “Hey dick, go grab the lube from my bag,” she ordered, her inner stage director surfacing. Soon enough, Dick, with his palms coated, was massaging the mammaries before him. Emily, meanwhile, leaned in behind her, holding Alex’s hands firmly. He was rougher than her, but playful, and though Alex did not bear to look, both could feel her harden under his grasp.\n\t\nEmily, ever the bedroom autocrat, advanced the scene. She toppled Dick, sending him back onto the bed, before having Alex lowered down to her knees. Alex was face-to-face with the phallus, but it was no bother. She had used her mouth before, so it no longer concerned her. And so, it was even more unexpected, yet obvious, when Emily instructed her to use her breasts instead. Alex took a moment to consider, but this was interrupted when Dick brought her by the shoulders to lean into his lap. He held her around him, and began to thrust through the slippery valley. Alex moaned at that wet feeling, in more places than one. “… Yes,” she whispered.\n\t\n“Yeah, that’s right, take it you-“ but before Dick could finish, he found himself brought down backwards. Emily had him by the shoulders, and mounted the bed to kneel over him.\n\t\n“Keep going, Alex,” Emily ordered, though Alex had never stopped, “as for you, I believe you remember our deal, and I’ve felt awfully neglected whilst you’ve been chatting her up non-stop.” She smiled, as the sable-haired shadow brought herself down upon him, silencing him for now.\n\t\nAlex whined as she had to keep the pressure on with her hands, even as her own pressures called for her attention. As Emily got to work on Dick, she spied the condom on the nightstand. This was going to be a long night, she realised, and she was going to love every minute of it."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: For whatever reason, our protag is having the physical strength sapped from her limbs, albeit temporarily. Those around her realize this is the perfect time for some CNC fun!
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"content": "(So… I might have ran a little far afield of the prompt, but this was what I came up with as I sat down to write it. Hope you enjoy!)\n\n1/2\n\n“I… I dunno honey.” \n\n“Oh come on! You said yourself sex has gotten stale lately. Let’s live a little!” \n\nCharles and Hannah Smith were high school sweethearts, but while their love had never faltered their sex life had become stale as both husband and wife found themselves wondering what could have been... Was it the forbidden fruit? Repressed regrets? Mid-life crisis? Whatever the reason neither husband nor could help but think of all the sex they hadn’t had. \n\nHannah had filled the gap with ever increasing consumption of internet pornography and it had awakened something within her. She had known it had been lurking there, in the dark part of her heart, for years. But seeing her long held fantasies on film had given them a sense of legitimacy. As if knowing other people liked this stuff made it feel OK.\n\nHannah wanted her husband to have his way with her; but she didn’t want to be pinned against a wall. She didn’t want to be tied up, fight back, or even roll over and take it. She wanted every last piece of autonomy taken from her and reduced to a simple object. It seemed like an impossible fantasy… until one of her dark internet searches took her to a very shady website where she found an unusual product that was, perhaps, the answer to all her problems. \n\nTempus Max was designed for ‘temporarily paralysis’. It promised to make the consumer incapable of any movement for 60 minutes. She was pretty sure that the pill she held in her hand was intended as a date rape drug and wondered if there was some type of authority she should call. Still Hannah had pumped her credit card info into the site and four to five business days later a small, nondescript box had shown up at their front door. But now the hard part… convincing Charles to take part.\n\nCharles looked to his wife, leaning forward earnestly and beseeching him with her pretty eyes. It might sound like a hackneyed phrase but it really was her eyes that had won him over all those years ago. It was always impossible to say no to “Hannah Eyes” as he called them… but this? This was unlike any request she’d ever made of him. Charles felt conflicted… he wanted to honor her request, but he also didn’t want to hurt her! How could he bring himself, consensually or not, to force himself onto his wife… but how could he bring himself to say no?\n \n“I make no promises…” Charles began, but before he could even finish she squealed with happiness and pulled him into the biggest hug he’d gotten in years. It made Charles’ cheeks blush, reminding him of their high school days… specifically prom night when he’d popped the question. “But I'll try.” \n\nCharles would later regret agreeing to his wife’s fantasy, as it had turned out to be much more involved than he was anticipating.\n\n. . ."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: In the far future, only women can become supersoldiers and are considered disposable. You, however, work tirelessly to make sure your girls are always treated right. The girls have decided to show you just how much they appreciate what you do.
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"content": "“That’s it?” I asked. It’s the question one asks when they desperately want there to be a different answer, but they know there won’t be. “After everything they’ve given for me, for you, for this country, this planet; that’s your plan, Newey?”\n\n“It’s the UN’s plan, I’m just today’s executioner. It’s a thankless job but someone has to be the one to do it.” Captain Newey made it a policy to sound as sharp and cold as shears. “The simple fact of the matter, Sergeant, is that Northern Command needs Fireteam Omega in New York, and it’s my duty to get them there.”\n\n“New York? There is no New York! The Proteans saw to that, and we all saw it too. It’s a crater.” That tone alone would have seen me booted in a different time, but arguing with your superior for three hours on the eve of Armageddon had a way of loosening lips. “We should be protecting homes, not cemeteries.”\n\n“And holding that line so far is what’s kept homes in Boston and Philly from becoming part of that cemetery,” she cut in. “It’s a necessary sacrifice, and if it wasn’t them it would be others.”\n\n“They aren’t ‘others’. They’re the reason a quarter of São Paulo is still standing.” I had never truly known what the human body was capable of until I saw them in action that day. “How many enhanced individuals are left, now? How many are still being born? They gave over two decades of life for us, and excelled, to now just be tossed into the shredder.”\n\n“If they’d given their lives in São Paulo, perhaps half of it would still be standing.” Newey was many things, including morbid, but never a hypocrite, no matter how hard you tried. “Tactics don’t win wars, Anderson, logistics and strategy do. We don’t need strong soldiers, we need time.”\n\n“So, we’re talking about winning now?” I began, but I chose not to press it. Even Newey didn’t need to hear it. “I won’t oversee this.” I said, already knowing what came next.\n\n“Then you won’t. Omega will be reassigned tomorrow. You’ll head to Richmond with the rest of Camp Adams’ staff.” Just as quickly as she’d passed the sentence, she was already gathering paperwork. I moved to take my leave, and I managed to reach the door before hearing it. “I won’t sign you off until tomorrow,” Newey spoke in a tone I had never heard before, “you have one night.”\n\nI turned, and gave a nod. It was enough for us both.\n\n***\n\nThey’d been left the women’s barracks to themselves. Most of Camp Adams was abandoned by now, and by tomorrow evening the entire site would be gone. It was a maze of stripped cots, dry sinks and dark lights. I found them in the middle of it all, in a state I had never seen them before. Half-dressed, sat on the floor and passing round a bottle of rum over a lantern, like a grizzled sailing crew.\n\n“Where did you get that from?” I inquired. They weren’t surprised by my presence in the darkness. It would take more than me to get by their hearing.\n\n“It doesn’t matter, Seth,” Ariel answered sullenly. It was neither an answer nor a tone I had ever associated with her.\n\n“Yeah, and we can call you Seth now,” Berny added, her priorities at least still in place, “Chloe told us.”\n\nI turned to Chloe. I didn’t have to ask her to know she’d hit the nail on the head, but she explained anyways. “I know Newey’s sending us to the front. It’s the only move that makes sense with the information at hand. And I’m guessing you refused it regardless, and that we’re getting reassigned.” She looked into my eyes for a second, and then down to the floor. “I thought so.”\n\n“I’m still Sergeant Anderson for tonight.” It was only then it truly sunk in for me, despite it being a gift, how futile Newey’s offer was. We were together on paper, but either way, tomorrow would remain the same.\n\n“You’ve been Sergeant Anderson as long as we’ve known you.” Ariel snarled, clapping her rum-filled cup against the ground, “for once, can you just be Seth?” And so, for that night, I was Seth. Berny shook the bottle in my direction, desperate for anything to lighten the mood. I was too, and so Seth joined them on the floor.\n\nWe tried to put off the news for as long as possible. We drank and reminisced. Berny and Chloe let off light and dark jokes respectively, with Ariel and I the unofficial judges. For the longest time I thought I had them figured out, but without the protocols and regulations, I came to know whole new sides of them.\n\n“They tied weights to my ankles to see if I could swim,” Berny recounted, somehow more sober than usual, “they tested to see how long Chloe could still do her tasks without sleep, and how far Ariel could put up with being isolated and demeaned. From the way the instructors behaved, I was really scared when we were assigned to you.” The admission that Berny, a near seven-foot-tall Herculean Amazonian, could be scared of anyone, let alone me, was something I hadn’t expected.\n\n“But you treated us like human beings, perhaps better,” Chloe continued. “You put up the same hard-ass act as any other officer, but I could tell there was something soft inside. Something that would not needlessly berate us, nor throw us away as expendables. Whenever you could, despite the disadvantage, you were always alongside us when you could be, against the enemy or our own superiors.”\n\n“Yeah!” Berny suddenly burst out with tears. “Screw Newey and the Northern Command. You’re a part of Omega no matter what your genes say. We’re staying together.” I believe only Berny, ever the optimist, could feel that was still a possibility.\n\n“I’d only slow you down, Berny,” I lied, trying to find words of comfort, “you’re all the toughest soldiers I’ve ever known.” Ariel, who had been starting into her drink up until then, suddenly downed the whole thing before hurling away the empty vessel.\n\n“I am not a soldier,” she snapped, and as if it were on fire, she tore away her top, and bared her chest to me, “I am a person.” She pounced like a starved tiger, digging her fingers into my shoulders and rubbing sensually, as the warmth of her breath met mine. “Let’s be people together…”\n\n“Ariel,” I pleaded, “we shouldn’t do this. I’m your superior, and we’re all full of rum and shock.” I’d be lying if I said I’d never thought of it before, or that I’d never noticed any reciprocity. But now it was happening, as she stroked my hair.\n\n“If none of that were true, would you? Because come tomorrow, none of that will matter.” There was nothing more I could say. She leaned down, and I shouldn’t have, but when she kissed me, I kissed her back. It was then I noticed Berny had undone her bra, and even Chloe followed along in losing her shirt. They moved in on the sides. They had planned this.\n\nThe only shirt left to lose was mine, as they planted me on a bed. Three pairs of hands coursed along my upper body, feeling every detail. I was no super-soldier, but I always felt like I had to do my best to keep up. They took their turns kissing both my face and my body. Ariel took the tender lead, followed by Berny, heavy and passionate, and the occasional peck from Chloe, still trying to hide a smile.\n\nI did not last long under this treatment, and soon my crotch gave its position away. They each curled a hand under my belt before unwrapping me further, and it sprung up to greet them. Berny was the first to hold it, Ariel the first to lick it, and Chloe the first to suckle on it. I nearly finished the night early when I dared look up, and made eye contact with the three-woman crew pinning my legs down and sharing my member like an ice-cream. Ariel sucked slowly and softly, Berny bobbed and licked wildly, while Chloe took the length in long strides.\n\nThey only paused when they agreed they wanted to go further. Off came Berny’s boots and pants, Ariel’s shorts and Chloe’s underwear. The only thing left to identify them as soldiers were the scars on their muscular bodies, a contest Berny led, and Chloe trailed.\n\nOf course, they’d saved me for the main event. They knelt in a row of three above me, and took their turns on top. There was no bother with protection; we didn’t see much point at the time. Berny was first, who rode hard and fast as the other two bounced her up and down from behind. She then fell forward, pushing her breasts into my face with tremendous force, just to make room for Chloe. The latter moaned hard that night, throwing away her reservedness for a night of freedom. When she made way, the two moved to flank Ariel, and held her tight as she finished the job, rubbing themselves to completion. We were lost to ecstasy. There was no shame, no war, no command, no ranks, no future or past, only the present, when we came together.\n\nIt was a blur, but we found ourselves in a dark, damp pile, smelling of sweat and sex. “We have to stay together.” Ariel moaned into my skin.\n\n“I’ll figure something out.” I whispered the promise I needed, but had no way of keeping."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "We come from a long, proud line of prostitutes! So you are going to get on your knees, suck that cock and you are going to like it, missy!"
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"content": "(First time writing anything on reddit all criticism welcome but keep that in mind while reading) \nOther familys they had a normal family business setting like fishing or construction but my family my family is a business made up of prostitutes as you can imagine we are a family mostly made up of women but the few men who are in the family are our pimps if you will they sell us on to people for the night and we come back the following morning having taken in alot of cum I didn't want to join the family business unlike the rest of my family but my family are adamant that I will join this family of sluts from a young age it was \"Oh you'll love the family business this\" and \"our family has been doing this job for generations that but they never told me what it was and childhood me was definitely curious enough to ask over and over and over again until on my 18th birthday I was let in on what the secret was needless to say I didn't respond well and for the last 2 years of my life they've been trying to rope me into their little business as they call it and I can't afford to move out and escape it all which brings me to today I woke up nude in an unfamiliar room it was cold with holes in the wall \"the glory hole deal\" this one was designed for groups of men who wanted to go at it with a prostitute but not get recognised married men ect I know all this because of the constant talk about the job my mom and dad go on about when I'm around at their house trying to 'inspire' me I guess, anyway I look around and find the camera they situated in the room probably to keep tabs on me or whatever \"alright who's idea was this\" I say looking directly into the camera and through the door enters my brother \"I did\" he said smugly \"with a little bit if help from dad anyway now I have 7 men here and they need to be pleased how you choose to do that is not my probl-\" \"No\" I interrupted standing up and attempting to leave \" he pushed me down to the ground \"Listen here we are ALL tired of you trying to avoid your familys business you understand We come from a long, proud line if prostitutes! So your going to get on your knees, suck that cock and you are going to like it missy and you aren't allowed to leave until I get some satisfied customers\" suddenly the first cock of many came through the first hole and my brother left next thing I hear is an announcement from him over some speakers \"To the people in glory Hole 2 you have been selected for a special free package upgrade you have been upgraded from the one load only package to the 24 hour package dont worry about our girl getting tired I'm sure she'll get plenty of energy from your thick loads\" the announcement infuriated me as I went for the door and as I expect it was locked and suddenly the walls literally closed in on me I guess to get the cock closer to me and harder to avoid the cock and just wait out the day I guess and the once relatively spacious glory hole had become a tight squeeze where no matter what I did his cock would be pressed against my lips the walls came in closer and I yawned this was my mistake as the walls closed further and made me take his dick all the way into my yawning mouth my tounge swirled around the cock I tried to pull away but the walls wouldn't budge I guess it paid to be the most famous prostitutes in the city hell mabye even state cause this seemed expensive the taste was intoxicating and I loved it I felt a need to get more of it my toung teasing it as I took it down my throat gagging immensely If it felt this good in my mouth what would it feel like in my pussy I thought to myself I guess this was the gene mom always told me about that makes us love what we do so much I wish I had given it a chance sooner because apparently I was good at it the guy came in more minutes and two more cocks entered the room through the walls on opposite sides as it was spacing out a little bit more I put the first in my pussy the sensations were amazing as my virgin tight pussy wrapped around the huge cock in the wall and I wrapped my lips around the second being spit roasted by strangers I couldn't even see and loving every second of it needless to say I worked very hard for that 24 hours and I later went in to join the business"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] When she was younger, her regime of strict diet and exercise meant that puberty had passed her by. Once she entered university though, her figure was suddenly eager to make up for lost time...
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"content": "Alice adjusted the bra, it barely covered her nipples. She shook her breasts into place yet she still spilled out of the material. She tossed it to the pile of clothes by the door, the beginning of another donations pile. Alice put on her trusty sports bra, it was new and stretched to maintain her steadily growing… Alice stared at her reflection, her breasts pressed into the tight material… Appetite, her steadily growing appetite. Her eyes ran down to the tight yoga pants that hugged her widening hips. At least it was all going to the right places. Her eyes lingered on her reflection, a hand running over her flat waist. Almost all the right places. Her eyes ran up to the top of the mirror lingering on the photograph there. A younger Alices, skinny as a rake performing in those damn ballerina shoes. She read the attached note.\r \n*Do what you want, not what’s expected.*\r \n“I will.” she said.\r \nClaire was cooking, the slimegirl who had been drafted a few pages back in John’s notebook looked at home in the bright kitchen, glowing sunlight refracting through the blue jel. The smell of burning butter, the sound of bacon, like heavy rain as the naked woman flipped a pancake with a smooth movement of one pan while the other hand turned bacon in another. \r \n“This is unfair.” said Alice.\r \n“Oh?”\r \n“You cooking me breakfast, I feel like I'm mooching off you.”\r \n“You could dress down a bit. I do the dinner, you the show.” said Claire, the smile audible in her voice and visible through the transparent jel shaped into hair. \r \n“How about I do the coffee?” said Alice, trying to keep the smile from her lips.\r \nClair sighed. “Rather the show but coffee is good.”\r \nAlice clicked on the kettle and set up two plates. She stood watching the bubbles, scooping freeze dried coffee with one hand while the other curled around her breast, feeling the growing weight. Her mind running into the bubbling water.\r \nHairs pickled on Alice’s neck and she broke out of her reverie to see Clair ogling her openly. Alice blushed and quickly released her breast.\r \n“I need to give you another bath…” said Clair, the blush deepening on Alice's cheeks. “...Oh, looks like you want that too.”\r \n“Do what you want…” mused Alice.\r \n“Hrm?”\r \n“You… It’s not just… you like how I look right?”\r \n“I’m not exactly subtle Alice.”\r \n“And we both enjoy bath time a lot, I was wondering if you wanted to… It’s weird.”\r \n“Well now I’m fascinated.” said Clair, laying pancakes and bacon onto the waiting plates.\r \n“It’s silly.” said Alice, her fingers running down to her waist as she thought.\r \n“I’m dinner, you’re the show. You owe me entertainment!” said Clair, snapping the tongs threateningly.\r \nAlice smirked, laying out a coffee for Clair.\r \n“I wanted to try something with you, a sex thing if you’re interested… It’s kind of fucked up.”\r \n“I’m all ears.” said Clair.\r \n\\-\r \nAlice moaned, hips bucking against Clair’s mouth. Sensation racked her clit as she felt the cool slick tongue glide into her, running ever deeper as she was brought closer.\r \n“Fuck! Im… I’m so close.” gasped Alice, nervous at what she had asked of her friend.\r \nClair’s body lost shape, her hands running as liquid around Alice’s thighs as she swelled upward, her face forming as what had been a mouth became Clair’s hips, thrusting a thickening cock into her. Alice’s heart fluttered at the sight, knowing what was to come. Claire reached deep into Alice, impossibly deep. She felt a pinch then a new sensation she had never felt before, it drove her over the edge. Trapped between the pleasure of the moment and the knowledge of what was to happen. Clair pressed deep, holding herself against Alice as the cock swelled and began to flow. Pouring more and more of her gleaming blue gel into Alice’s sex. She shook through her climax, pushed toward another as her hand ran down, feeling her waist swell. The pressure built and a focus ran into Clair’s expression.\r \n“Fuck you’re tight.” said Clair.\r \n“I’m… I’m full…” gasped Alice.\r \n“Not yet you’re not.” said Clair, hands lifting Alice’s to pin them against the bed, legs clamped around gel, pulling despite Alice’s earlier words. Her stomach swelled further until she felt like she would burst. There was no way it would stay inside.\r \nClair eased her hips back, the cock withdrawing but the pressure remained.\r \n“That’s my good little incubator.” said Clair, a dark smile on her lips that sent a thrill through Alice. She lay, her freed hands running down to her waist to feel the bump.\r \n“Th… thank you.”\r \n“You remember our deal, no clothes in the morning.” said Clair, leaning down to kiss Alice’s lips. She tasted herself, wondering for a moment how before the dreamy sensation beneath her fingers brought her back to not caring about anything.\r \n“I’ll be naked, whenever you want for this.” said Alice, turning to admire herself in the mirror. Sensation whirled through her and Alice gasped at the movement, her eyes snapping to Clair who grinned mischievously.\r \n“I think I’m into this too, I like having you at my fingertips…” said Clair, sending a fresh writhing sensation through Alice’s womb. “...I’m curious how much I can get into you after some practise.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She looked away, trying to hide her arousal, a hot blush on her cheeks, "Look, it's not like I like you or anything. You're just a good match. So shut up and get me pregnant already..."
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"content": "He was amazing, strong with a chiseled jaw line. Muscles almost as wide as my torso, just a softness in his belly to be huggable and threatening at once. He strolled into my breeding tent and gave me a look that showed his disgust at his luck. \n\n\"What are you creature?\" He said with a voice that demanded respect.\n\nI took a deep breath and tried to disguise my happiness. \"Look... The boss demanded that I get knocked up along with all the other monsters and monster girls. Based on whatever bullshit that demon lord uses you were the best breeding match for me, Human.\"\n\nThe man snorted dismissively, \"None of what explains what creature I am standing before. I expected Jakir to saddle me with a goblin or a drider.\" He looked around the tent and noticed all of my totems made of rat and human skulls.\n\n\"You some sort of witch monster.\" He said with a grin. \"Reminds me of northfolk customs.\" \n\nI stood up to my impressive height of four feet nothing and removed the head band hiding my large ears, when I didn't get a single reaction I disrobed completely. My long rodent like tail and modest wings exposed for the world. Still nothing.\n\n\"And I'm still confused...\" He said with a shrug and sat on my sleeping roll with a meaty thump. Jeeeze he was big.\n\n\"I'm a chimera, type two. What do they even teach you in these dungeons?! I'm more human than monster but I contain trace elements of Giant Rat and imp. The leader of fourth floor is a Chimera I'm sure you've seen him before!\" I said through gritted teeth. He was cute but so unaware of how impressed he should be.\n\nHe nodded, \"Well I'm Sabo. Human Warlock. I don't do the whole spell book thing but my power is decent enough. I work on the top of the tower and don't get much time to mingle.\"\n\nMy already pale skin went white, this was no normal human. Only the most powerful and famous servants got to even look at the top floors door. \"What is your job here?\"\n\nSabo gave a small shrug, \"I basically bring you monsters back. I keep the soul stones of all the monsters and work with the clerics to bring back the non-monster.\"\n\nAll of my chimera nature made me want to jump his bones. I was visibly shuddering, power was attractive to my kind. This man could have been a toad and I still would jump his bones. \"So how would you like to breed me, Lord Sabo.\"\n\nHe grinned and shook his head, \"None of that. I'd rather we both enjoy this. How do I um have sex with a hybrid like you.\"\n\nI suppressed a laugh, \"I'm like seventy percent human. I got the same holes.\"\n\nSabo nodded, \"So just like a human?\"\n\nI turned around and spread my legs giving him a full view. He blushed and stepped closer. His hand carefully exploring my backside, there was a pause before he reared back a hand and slapped my ass with enough force to send me flying. The breeding tent and Sabo joined me in the tumble. If I was human I'm sure they would have had to revive me. \n\n\"Oops. I forgot I was still using my full strength.\" He said as he tore the tent away from us. He slipped a ring on his finger and his body seemed to relax all at once. \n\nNow I was naked on the dungeon floor surrounded by leering companions. The goblins seemed excited for a show while the elves looked like they wanted to skin me. I had no shame, hell most of the other monsters on this floor regularly fought in the nude. I stood up and turned slowly, my tail playfully whipping a blushing cow girl on her thigh. \n\n\"I am so sorry. I will have a new tent brought down.\" He said while scratching the back of his head like he wasn't one of the most powerful people here.\n\n \"I'm just happy you didn't accidently kill me. Let's get to it so I can lay some warlock eggs.\" I snickered.\n\n\"You lay eggs?\" He said curiosily.\n\n\"No clue. This is my first breeding. My mom laid eggs but my grandma gave a live birth. \" I admitted.\n\nHe smiled and cupped my cheek, his hands were soft and gentle as he placed a kiss on my lips. I expected him to be rough or arrogant but he seemed... Slightly nervous. It didn't take long before my body did what came naturally as I moved to embrace him. My tongue dancing along his toned abs, sadly I'd need him to lean down again for any more kissing. \n\n\"Hey, Lord Sabo... Take off the ring. I want to have my first breeding the right way.\" I said with a confidence reinforced by the idea that he could bring me back.\n\nHe looked a little nervous, \"Okay.\" He removed the rings and his muscles seemed taut again. How was a magic user with this much muscle?\n\n\"This is my request, ravage me hard and no matter what don't forget that Chimera can adapt. Just go wild.\" I said reaching my tail to tickle at his chin. \n\nHe listened and pinned me to the walls, my companions cheer and roared in festive delight. I was the center of attention as his first thrust crack the wall behind me. My body quickly toughened in response, it was almost like a passionate fight. His length slamming me at a awkward tempo of a man that is unused to any lovemaking. I was no better as I squeaked and squealed. \n\nI tried climbing on top but that just sent sent me nearly to the ceiling. We switched to doggy, I dug my fingers into the stone. He didn't relent his thrusting and I remember him giving a deep growl.\n\nAn hour later... My body rematerialized near my soul gem. I didn't hurt but he looked embarrassed. \"I may have gotten carried away.\"\n\n\"So when is round two. Lord Sabo?\" I chuckled even as my body toughened in response to his appearance. Gods I love this tower."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "Winner gets to fuck Jessica!" Had been an offhand joke, considering how sexilly she'd dressed for a casual game night and how much cleavage she was showing off, so it was a surprise when, at the end of a game, she asked, "Okay, what do you want to do?"
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"content": "Mike sat there for a second and looked dumbfounded. Jessica said, Mike you won. So what do you want to do?\" and ran her hands along her hips up to her tits and then gave her nipples a pinch. Mike looked over at Claire, his girlfriend, who said, \"You won, baby, and I've always wanted to sit back and watch, so go get her.\"\n\nMike stepped closer to Jessica. He looked at Carla in the eyes, and she said \"I want to see this, too. Time to see if everything Claire said was true. He looked at Hector who said, \"Look you get your cum on my couch or my rug and you're cleaning it up, but otherwise, let's see it.\" Then he looked at Kristen, who, with a grin, had lifted a leg to expose the small wet spot in her green satin panties.\n\nMike then locked eyes with Jessica whose brown hair had been set in pigtails high on her head. Whose brown eyes were obviously excited. Whose pert B cup breasts were rammed practically up to her neck. Whose pear shaped body gave way to an ass that seemed slightly wider than her shoulders and nice thick thighs. Whose skin was a few shades darker than Claire's, but had a light freckling that he just had to know how far down it went. \n\nMike didn't want to compare Jessica with Claire but couldn't help it. He loved Claire's lithe form, but Jessica was definitely doing it for him right now. Jessica grabbed Mike's hand with a wide grin and walked him over to Hector's love seat in the living room and say him down. Claire followed in and sat in the arm chair, while Hector sat between Carla and Kristen on the full sofa.\n\nJessica then kissed the fairly stunned Mike as she straddled his waist. Like could feel the insistent energy in her kiss, her enthusiasm making up for a somewhat lower skill level that he was used to. He felt her grind down slightly on his groin and he realized he was already pretty close to fully erect. \n\nThen the realization that he had an audience hit him like a freight train and he pushed Jessica away just enough so he should orient himself so that she could balance on his groin and he could still moves his arms. Jessica put her weight on her knees to place her barely covered tits right in his face. That's when Mike fully realized that she was just wearing a body suit with excessive built in support and a short floppy skirt. He reached around her back and found a zipper while he kissed and gently nipped at the top of her cleavage. Once he found the tongue of the zipper he pulled it down, which caused Jessica's tits to give a little. Then he grabbed the sleeves of the body suit and pulled them down her arms until he revealed that light freckling went at least past her belly button. He then looked up at her tanned tits and Brown nipples and thought about how her areolas seemed to occupy just a bit more area on her breast than Claire's did.\n\nSeizing the opportunity, Jessica stuffed a nipple in Mike's mouth and he enthusiastically began rolling it between his lips, then pressing it between his lips and flicking the tip with his tongue. Mike alternated from her right to her left breast and began pulling at the zipper on her skirt. Jessica began letting out excited moans and exclamations of \"fuck yeah,\" and \"don't stop.\" \n\nMike got to the bottom of the zipper and Jessica got off him and began removing her skirt and body suit. Jessica was very aware that she had an audience, so took a wider stance than necessary peeling down her body suit so she could thrust her ample ass out, exposing her pussy and asshole to the rest of the room. With Jessica up, Mike got his first glimpse of the room in several minutes. Claire was still in the arm chair, but her jeans and panties were on the floor and he watched as her very flushed face was gently mouthing an \"O,\" as she was pressing her fingers near the top of her slit. Kristen had cocked both her legs up on the sofa, showing that her wet spot was outlining her pussy lips through her panties, while she was pinching her nipples through her shirt. Hector was sporting an obvious hard on but kept his pants on and his arms wrapped loosely around Kristen and Carla with his legs spread for comfort. Carla had taken her top off and was pinching at her little pink nipples.\n\nAs Jessica stood back up, Mike leaned forward and grabbed her hips and pressed indicating to get that he wanted her to turn around. She spun around, took a wide stance and bent over, exposing her pussy and asshole to her friend. Mike didn't see it, but Jessica locked eyes with Claire while Mike began pressing his thumb against her lips spreading them. Mike thumbed at Jessica's pussy until it opened up and allowed him inside and then used the side of his finger to press against her clit. After a few minutes of staring at it, Mike really had to know what Jessica's asshole tasted like, and there was something he found intensely arousing about licking her asshole without having licked her pussy. And so he did.\n\n\n\nMike sat back down in the love seat, spread his legs slightly, and said \"come get it.\" Jessica flopped slightly into the love seat, placed her hand on Mike's cock and began gently stroking it. After a few seconds she stuck her tongue out and licked down the side of his shaft. As her tongue returned towards the head of his dick she pulled closer and wrapped her mouth around Mike's engorged penis head. Jessica caught the front taste of precum as she began gently and slowly sucking his cock. She rested her head against his stomach. Mike slowly and gently began thrusting his cock in and out of her mouth. As she was stroking and sucking she watched across the room at Carla stroking Hector. She liked what she had, but the eye candy was nice. Hector noticed Jessica's stares. Carla's silky had was one thing, but combined with someone looking longingly at your dick while sucking another was too much for Hector. It's cock involuntarily pulled back and fired a burst of cum about six inches in the air, which landed on his knee, the rest flowed over into Carla's hand.\n\nSeeing this Jessica was finally ready to feel Mike's dick inside her. She straddled Mike and slid his dick in between her still wet pussy lips as she reached behind her she talked her head back to see Carla licking the cum off her finger tips but just beyond that Kristen had begun gushing. Kristen's neck was stretched out, her eyes bulged, and her mouth was wide open as a stream flowed out of her pussy and all over her ass cheeks, flowing down her ass crack and into the couch. \n\nJessica rode Mike's cock for a few minutes with her ass facing her friends, delighted with the knowledge that they could see her tanned, freckly fat ass cheeks press together while it swallowed Mike's dick only to reveal his glorious hardness a moment later. She turned her head back to Mike and I'm the head of passion she kissed him and pressed her tongue into his mouth where she got a slight taste of soap. She realized that the soap must have come from when he rammed his tongue in her ass and that turned her on even more. Jessica realized that she wasn't going to last long and Jessica wanted Claire to see her face while Mike's dick was making her cum.\n\nAs Jessica dismounted and turned around she saw that Carla was clenching her jaw and having a devastating orgasm as her left hand pressed against her sweatpant clad pussy, her right hand glistening and free of cum. As she mounted Mike's dick reverse cow girl she looked over at Claire who had completed her orgasm and was idly rubbing at her spread, red engorged pussy while watching her boyfriend get fucked. For Jessica, this made every bounce on Mike's dick, and every subsequent titty jiggle from the impact hit ten times as hard. She felt the pressure mounting she knew she couldn't take anything more she looked Claire dead in the face, and through her clenched teeth said \"your boyfriend's dick makes me cum so fucking hard.\" Then the orgasm took over and she slid forward into the love seat prone infront of Mike.\n\nMike knew it was finally his turn and pressed into Jessica's prone pussy. He took the rhythm that he always took when he was ready to finish. Claire watched with a renewed interest, what Jessica has said got her going again and seeing Jessica still shuddering while her boyfriend was about to cum was entirely too much. The need to cum flooded Claire's brain as she quickly brought herself to another orgasm. As Claire was cumming, Jessica muttered \"I need your hot cum inside me Mike,\" which only intensified Claire's orgasm. As Mike sat at the brink he looked at Claire looking at him and felt his seed flow deep into Jessica's pussy and heard Jessica almost begin to sing \"oh, he's coming, Claire your boyfriend is coming in my pussy. Oh it's so much. Fuck it's so much cum.\"\n\nAfter that, everyone slowly came to and got dressed. They left with little more than a \"see you next week.\" Everyone decided on their own that it was best to attempt to continue on with game night as though this had never happened, and everyone was able to put it out of their mind for the rest of the week. Everyone except Hector, who had Kristen's pussy juice stain on his couch as a reminder, and who now took to jerking of on that couch daily because of it."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Although she was a free genie, she still felt a certain "satisfaction" at granting wishes...
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"content": "\"...and I wish I had $1 billion.\"\n\nEsmeralda snapped her fingers and a stack of freshly printed bills appeared neatly next to the man. A tingle surged through her body, the wish fulfilled.\n\n\"Anything else you desire?\" She asked.\n\n\"I wish for a huge house with a hundred rooms and a swimming pool,\" he said with no hesitation.\n\nA snap, and they were transported to a huge mansion, the man deed in hand.\n\nOnce more a shock of euphoria shot through Esmeralda.\n\n\"Mmmmph, and what is your next wish?\" She barely managed.\n\nWith a moment's thought, the man said, \"I wish for the hottest woman to be my wife.\"\n\nAnother snap, and a bombshell gorgeous woman appeared, wearing a stunning red dress. She glommed on him instantly.\n\nWaves of orgasm pulsed through the genie, and Esmeralda could barely contain the moans. Whether than and his new wife noticed, she didn't care.\n\n\"If you want one more bonus wish, you have to do something for me,\" Esmeralda said composing herself.\n\nThe man looked between the struggling genie and his new beautiful wife. \"Honestly, you've made so many of my dreams come true, I don't know if I have any other wishes. Is there anything you want my dear?\"\n\nHis wife shook her head. \"This house is so bug and amazing, I don't want I'd even want.\"\n\n*No! You bastard! Wish for something, or fuck me! Ahhh!* Esmeralda screamed mentally. \"Very well. If you think of anything, call my name three times and I shall appear.\"\n\nWith that, she departed, cucked and desperate. Genie magic kept her from finishing herself manually, and she couldn't use wishes on herself. It was infuriating and she needed to cum. To make matters worse, she would stay on edge until release, and each moment that passed brought her closer amd closer without tipping over.\n\nFlying through the sky on her cloud, she spotted a young man walking down the road in a gloom.\n\n*Perfect*\n\nSwooping down, she appeared before him.\n\n\"You there!\" She boomed. \"I am the genie Esmeralda, and I shall grant you three wishes, but only if you do something very important for me!\"\n\nThe young man was shaken, not expecting to accosted by a random woman with bright blue skin. \"I, uh... sure? What do you want?\"\n\n\"Young man, I... shit, I need you to fuck me,\" she begged.\n\n\"Wait, like right now?\" He said, stunned.\n\n\"No in a year, yes right now!\" Esmeralda was already pulling her top off, revealing the most perfect breasts he had ever seen.\n\n\"Won't people see us?\"\n\nShe rolled her eyes. Snapping her fingers, she said, \"don't worry about that and put your cock in me!\"\n\nHer satin skirt now discarded, her neatly groomed landing patch was on full display.\n\nIrritated by his trepidation, she snapped again and his clothes vanished, revealing an impressive cock.\n\nGetting down on her knees, she wasted no time in sampling the appetizers. The young man threw his head back in pleasure, and Esmeralda explored ever inch of his manhood with her tongue. Having lived for over 10000 years, she had picked up a thing or two.\n\nHis shaft now sufficiently lubricated, she spun around and presented herself, the building waves and ecstacy throbbing against her sex.\n\n\"Come on, come on man! I ain't getting any less horny!\"\n\nWith that invitation, he plunged his tool deep inside of her.\n\nNormally, any mortal woman in her shoes would have came just from that. But another frustrating quirk of her magic was that she couldn't cum until he did. Who ever came up with these rules was a real sadistic, horny bitch.\n\nOver and over, he pounded against her, and over and over she could only let out stifled moans and choked cries of delight.\n\n\"Don't stop! Don't stop!\" She begged.\n\nFaster and faster he plunged, his own building orgasm taking over his motor controls.\n\nWithout any input from his sex crazed mind he let it all go, shooting his hot seed deep inside her. And with his rather meager offering, Esmeralda absolutely gushed, trembling under the force of her orgasm. \n\nThe two collapsed in a heap, their breathing ragged.\n\n\"My first wish...\" he said between exhales, \"is to be able to keep going after finishing.\" A dopey smile was plastered on his face.\n\nShe was caught off guard. *Don't get that one too often,* she thought.\n\nWith a snap of her fingers, she returned the smile. *I think I'm going to like this one.*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A city made up of people that all partake in extreme bdsm. There is slavery, cnc(rape but consent), and pets all over the city.
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"content": "Though smoke still billowed around her, Alice could already tell- the time travel pod had worked! albeit with a few caveats. Her ears rang with deafening silence, and her clothes were gone, she knew that much, her pale skin shimmered like a beacon of light against the moons rays as it shone around her. She staggered to her feet, her heart racing as she tries to cover herself, and froze in disbelief at the sight before her.\n\nA city unlike anything she had ever known- buildings and streets alike all hewn of slick black obsidian. Figures surrounded her, humans, not unlike herself, but they were *different.* Nary a face did she see, for they were all covered by masks of leather. Some were dressed in tight fitting suits to match, but most others wore naught but their flesh- adorned with metal rings, rods, hooks, chains, and nails. To her surprise, many of them were indifferent to her sudden appearance, as though this weren't a terribly abnormal occurrence. For a moment she stared, trying to regain her senses, until the sound began creeping back into her ears. What a sound it was, a cacophony the likes of which you'd hear in the deepest bowels of hell- tortured screams of pleasure and pain sang through the night. Her nose turned as she sniffed the air; an overwhelming and unmistakable scent of sweat and cum filled her nostrils and her breath caught in her chest.\n\nCompletely at the mercy of her senses, confused and overwhelmed, she could only stare as a man bore down upon her. His leather mask split only at the mouth where the zipper formed jagged rows of metal teeth- the slavering maw salivating onto the hundreds of hooks and chains danging from his chest and nipples. As her eyes fell to his waist, time itself seemed to slow. Her eyes grew large and her breath shallow, she could feel her heart thrumming in rhythm with every throb of his erect cock...\n\nThat's all I have time for at the moment, if there's any interest I may revisit it, else I'll leave the rest to your imagination."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: No backstory, no foreplay, no contrived magic scenario. Just the fucking.
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"content": "John didn’t check the readout, he jogged straight past the prioress who barked orders at the nuns to refit and refuel his armour. Sarah was climbing out of her suit, gulping down the clean air of The Riga. Sarah’s face snapped up to smile at him and forced her legs to respond, rising to leap into his arms, legs wrapping around his middle and kissing him on the cargo bay deck. Her lips moved with his, her waist arching into his chest as he held her with need.\r \n“I thought you were gone.” she said.\r \n“I would never leave my home, I wouldn’t leave you” said John.\r \nThe nun hoisted a wrench to her shoulder and cleared her throat.\r \n“Sorry sister.”\r \n“You can kiss her but clear the deck! We have more templars inbound.”\r \nJohn glanced to his armour, nuns in harnesses lowering to inspect his battle damage. Sarah pulled his face back to hers, arms embracing his shoulders as she drew another kiss from his lips.\r \nThe nun cleared her throat again and Sarah blushed, dropping to the deck in her half suit, she took John’s hand and they scampered out of the space to disapproving looks.\r \nThey barely made it to John’s quarters, Sarah slipping out of her top and pulling the pressure suit bunched around her hips down, her hands batted at John’s as he tried to hold her.\r \n“Stop groping and get your pants o-” she started, cut off by his lips. He pulled back slipping out of his shirt, Sarah’s hands tackling his belt buckle. A mess of clothes were tossed aside and Sarah was pressed to the rumbling bulkhead, legs wrapping around his waist. His hands slid over her bare skin, it had been so damn long! He pressed hard against her underwear, her hips rolling over him as they kissed. She struggled to get a hand down, sliding it between her pelvis and his waist, her soft delicate fingers sliding over his length. She guided him to her underwear, pulling it aside.\r \nSarah gasped into his lips, her cheeks flushed and a flick of both need and pain running across her face as she bore down onto him.\r \n“Oh fuck! It’s been…” she gasped, legs pulling on his back to draw herself down, her lips turning to biting teeth at his shoulder.\r \nJohn pressed her to the warm sheet metal, thrusting into her sex. Her fingers dug into his back, driving him on as battle tired muscles found their second wind. Her hips rocked with his movements, pushing off the wall and pulling against him as she gasped into his neck.\r \n“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!” she chanted.\r \nJohn pulled her head back, kissing her as she sang her climax, stealing away the sound with his lips. \r \n“I need it.” she gasped into his ear.\r \nJohn pulled her down onto his cock, bearing deep inside her, pressing her hard to the metal as her body gave into him, taking him deep and filling her sex. Legs locked around him, moaning as he came.\r \nAt that moment the war had stopped, there was no rolling engine below them, no alien invasion. John felt it all slip away in the sheen of their bodies pressed together, wet with perspiration, gasping air back into themselves.\r \nNo engine rolling beneath them… they had stopped. Sarah realised it in the same moment, their momentary peace having been broken. Their bodies fell away from each other as both focussed on getting him back into his suit, he needed to get back into his armour."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Her friends were jealous that she got to "be on vacation for a living". The company she worked for offered all inclusive luxury vacations, including companionship. She was one of the companions... And she loved her job.
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"content": "Emily rubbed her eyes before reaching for a glass of wine from the kitchen counter. Her navy blue scrubs were disheveled from another 12 hour shift. Her hair was a mess. There were bags under her usually very pretty eyes. She was so tired, even holding the glass was a task she really had to focus on. Emily standing, dead tired, in the kitchen of her friend, Brianna's, huge and ridiculously expensive house. Emily slugged her tired legs from the marble island in the kitchen over to the open floorplan living room in which Brianna and her other friends were chatting away. Brianna was the center of attention and was talking a mile a minute, her sweet, voice carrying through the house. \n\n\"So then... I took a direct flight from Los Angeles to Paris. Oh my god. Paris has the most amazing restaurants, but anyway, I'm getting ahead of myself. I met my date at his hotel. Drop. Dead. Gorgeous. Name was Pablo. Mexican businessmen. Oil magnate, or something. He was the personification of 'tall, dark, and handsome.' We had the most amazing evening. Candlelight dinner by the Seine, oh my god, he was the funniest guy. Then we took a moonlight walk and apparently he knew someone at the Louvre and he got us in after hours, we had the whole place to ourselves!\"\n\nBrianna took out her phone and showed a selfie of her and a ruggedly handsome man, with her dark black hair, deep brown eyes and a jaw-line that could cut stone. \"Jeezus...\" Emily muttered under her breath. He was so hot. And he looked like he was almost 6'5 the way he towered over Brianna in that picture. \n\n\"Anyway...\" As Brianna started to continue her story there was a mixture of looks from the half-a-dozen female friends gathered, sitting and standing in her living room, sipping various alcoholic beverages. Some women, less familiar with Brianna's lifestyle, were simply stupefied, their mouths hanging open as their drinks sat forgotten on the coffee table. Some women sat in open wonder as they listened joyously to Brianna's stories, living vicariously through them. Some women sat in silent, stewing, violent, green jealousy. Their jaws clenched tight. \n\nBrianna continued. \"So anyway. We are chatting about anything and everything. He was a super interesting guy. We talk a little bit about his bitchy ex. We take a few pictures to make her jealous.\" Brianna scrolls to another picture on her phone. It is her and Pablo standing next to each other again. He is looking stunningly handsome, and Brianna is drop dead gorgeous. Around 5'4, or 5'7 in her heels, Brianna is almost a foot shorter than him. Her golden hair is tied back in a bun. An elegant red dress fit perfectly over fit figure and dramatic curves. The well-fitting dress displays significant cleavage of her perky, ample bosom. Brianna's whole room was jealous of Brianna's huge rack, but only Emily piped up. \"Damn girl, you look *hot*!\"\n\n\"Ahh...\" Brianna paused her story to look up. \"Thanks Em.\" She then continued on. \n\n\"So we look at the Mona Lisa and everything.\" Brianna scrolled through picture after picture of things you were normally never allowed to photograph. Picture after beautiful picture filled the screen of Brianna's phone as her finger flicked over it. Then, suddenly and without warning, it went from a painting of a beautiful French countryside and to a huge, thick cock. A close of of a veiny, powerful manhood filled the screen of Brianna's phone. She quickly flipped past it. Giggles and yelps filled the living room. \"Uhhh yeah... we got a little frisky in the fresco area...\"\n\n\"That thing would make me more than a little frisky...\" Emily breathed out involuntarily, too tired to censor her though. \n\n\"Oh Brianna sent me that photo that evening,\" another friend chimed in, \"She seemed *prettttyy excited..\"\n\nBrianna blushed only slightly. \"Well, I'm not gonna lie, but he was a great fuck...\"\n\n\"I'll bet,\" another woman chimed in as Brianna tried to show them more photos from the Louvre on her. \"Oh so here we saw some.. umm more great paintings...\" She clearly had little knowledge of art.\n\n\"Damn.. I wonder how many people can say they fucked at Louvre..\" Another woman wondered as the group clearly didn't care about the art, but rather than man, his abnormally large penis, and the physically amorous encounter he had with Brianna. \n\n\"Well, if that's all you ladies, care about...\" Brianna flipped a switch on her phone and turned on the TV nearby. The image of a gorgeous French painting filled the screen, Brianna flicked her phone over to videos. The screen was dark and shadowy at first. When Brianna hit play, the images of two people came into focus. Brianna on her knees, tits almost spilling out of her red dress, and a man's legs next to her, pants around his ankles and huge thick cock sticking straight out in front of him, rock hard. \n\n\"You're so fucking big...\" Brianna's sultry voice flowed over the speakers in her living room. There was nervous laughter among her guests and some smiles from those more familiar with Brianna's work. \n\nAs Brianna's lips closed around a fat, red head in high definition on a huge screen, Emily felt a wetness start to dampen her underwear. She couldn't remember the last time she had been this turned on. It had been weeks since she and her husband had done anything, and months since her last orgasm. As Brianna took the big dick down her throat, glugs of her struggle echoed over the speakers and a deep, masculine voice rolled out. \"There ya go babe. Nice and slow...\" Brianna's eyes move up looking up, off screen to the man's face. They were big, watery, and pleading, as if begging for his cum.\n\nBrianna sucked her date off for probably five minutes as Emily got wetter and wetter. Soft grunts of a man trying to withhold his orgasm occasion came muffled over the speakers. Then Brianna on the screen slipped a well sucked cock from her lips and stood up, hiking her red dress and bending over to reveal a fit, round ass, a total lack of underwear, and a little, pink slit. Soft gasps filled the living room. The gasps grew louder as Pablo took a soft hold of a thick ass check and positioned that fat cock, dripping with saliva and precum, towards his companion's pussy. \n\nAn \"Ohhhh...\" of Brianna's voice echoed over the speakers as a masculine grunt of satisfaction joined it. \"Shit..\" One woman commented. \"Damn.\" Another agreed. Brianna backed her ass up on screen and immediately took her date to the hilt. A moment later, he was fuck her with full force. Huge tits almost flying out of her dress. Brianna remembered the orgasm that had raked through her body almost immediately. After just a short fuck, the couple collapsed onto the Louvre floor, panting. \n\nIn the living room, Emily excused herself to the restroom to enjoy a feeling alone that she had not felt for far too long. She wished she had Brianna's job."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She wants to get better at pleasure. He wants to get better at endurance. Despite being just friends, they decide to help each other "train". She does her best to make him cum, and he does his best to endure it...
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"content": "\"You can do this! I know you're so close, but you got this just a bit longer!\" Tiffany's strokes were rapid and strong, and any normal man could have caved long ago. But Gregory was no Joe-schmo. He would last.\n\n\"Just a 20 more seconds, you got this!\" Her strokes were getting harder to resist and seconds felt like hours sitting on the edge like this.\n\nHe had to flex every muscle in his body to keep from cumming, but it was difficult. Tiffany was getting really good with her left hand. They had spent weeks with her right hand already and now they could go for hours. It was euphoric, bordering on painful, but they could do it. Now with her left, she was still a bit clumsy and that somehow made it harder to last than her right.\n\n\"Ten more seconds! Just a little longer!\" She cheered.\n\nBut ten seconds was almost too long. He could feel his resolve slipping. The fine edge he had managed for nearly 45 minutes was broken. And now that orgasmic disappointed of missing his mark by only a few seconds.\n\nAs cum began shooting from his tired cock, Tiffany engulfed him in her plump lips, slurping his hot seed and bringing him to completion.\n\nAs they sat, dabbing sweat from their naked bodies and taking big swig of water to rehydrate, Gregory finally regained his voice. \"It felt excellent this go around, you did really well today.\"\n\nTiffany's face flushed red. \"Yah well, you did great too. Sure you didn't hit your goal like you planned, but still 45 minutes on the edge counts for something.\"\n\n\"Yah well, next time. Anyways, I need to head out. Don't forget to post our workout pictures to Slutstgram.\"\n\n\"I won't. See ya Wednesday!\"\n\n\"Bye hun!\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When her roommates realized she meant it when she said she loved casual sex "Whenever she has time," her life suddenly got a lot more convenient...
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"content": "Bryce and Cameron returned home from the bar to find Jamie sprawled out on the couch in a cropped t-shirt and cut off sweat shorts. She was eating chips and salsa and watching some reality show about rich people arguing. Bryce flopped down on the arm chair adjacent to the couch, closest to the chips. Cameron walked over to the fridge to retrieve a Gatorade and saying, \"see dude, it's not so bad, Jamie struck out, too and her odds are way better than ours.\"\n\nJamie raised her eyebrows, and tilted her head, shaking her long, frizzed out curly blonde hair to say \"I didn't go out, so I didn't strike out, and I don't have better odds. I put in the work before I go out to ensure a success. No, I stayed in and cleaned this place up while you tell unappreciative heathens were out so I could enjoy the basic pleasure of walking around barefoot around here. I also did the dishes and cleaned my bathroom, but not yours.\"\n\n\"You chose cleaning over getting dick? You!\" Said Bryce, incredulous.\n\n\"Yeah. I couldn't go out with the state of this place or me. Guys, you're not in college anymore. What would you have done if you picked up? Bring them here? What a let down.\"\n\nCameron looked at her quizzically, \"you wouldn't bring a dude back here? You're not the slut you let on to be when we let you sublet.\"\n\nJamie sat up, and her face got a little red, \"no I wouldn't have brought a dude here with the place looking like that, because I need to feel hot before I get fucked. I don't have time to clean and get cleaned up enough to feel hot. It sucks, I can't even fucking get myself off I feel so fucking gross. I haven't shaved all week, my hair is getting fried because I don't have time to talk take care of it. When I signed up on this lease, I was gonna fuck the shit out of both of you, but I spend so much time cleaning up after you I don't have the energy to bother.\"\n\nBryce smirked, \"sure. Jamie, tell me, what would I need to do to get fucked right now.\"\n\nJamie liked him square in the eyes and said, \"carry m me to the shower, get in there with me, and shave me.\"\n\nCameron laughed, \"dude, yeah right you're going to shave her, carry her ass in bed and she's going to roll over and go to bed.\"\n\nJamie looked at Bryce and said, \"Bryce, when was the last time you even saw pussy? Was it back at some Frat party? You shave me, at least you touch pussy. This is a night only deal. Pick my ass up and take me to the shower, honey.\"\n\nBryce looked at Cameron, and looked at at Jamie, stood up, picked her ass up and walked her into the shower. Cameron went to bed.\n\nWhen Cameron walked into the kitchen the next morning, he started the coffee maker. He felt a little hung over but overall none the worse for wear. He smirked to himself about Bryce being such a simp as he waited for the new to finish and got his mug and milk and sugar out. He heard Jamie's door open and thought to himself that the coffee usually wakes Bryce up, but he was probably too embarrassed to come out after Jamie tricked him.\n\nHe was then surprised when it was Bryce that rounded the corner in nothing but a pair of briefs. He could barely contain himself and we was wearing a big grin. \"Dude!\" Bryce exclaimed, \"I thought her tits were big, but wow, she's got G-cups!\" And then he held his hand up for a high five.\n\nCameron look at his friend quizzically. Like, this guy really expected him to high five him over getting laid? They weren't in college anymore, this was supposed to happen. Well, not with a roommate, and way more than just once.\n\nWhile Bryce was standing there with his hand in the air with a big grin on his face, Jamie turned the corner wearing Bryce's shirt from last night. She was about 5'2\" so it covered a little past her ass. \n\n\"Bryce, let Cameron find out for himself how great my tits are. Cameron, for the love of God, high five Bryce so that he'll put his arm down.\"\n\nJamie went into the junk drawer and got some candles and matches. Cameron begrudgingly high five Bryce, who then went to get his own coffee mug. With candles and matches in her right hand, Jamie said, \"Cameron, hydrate. I'm going to fix my hair a little and then we're going to the gym.\" \n\nShe then lifted Bryce's shirt to show her bald pussy to Cameron \"Bryce did a good job and I feel like getting fucked in the sauna.\" Cameron's eyes opened wide and his head didn't move as Jamie disappeared around the corner. Jamie's head then popped back into view and said \"Oh Bryce, if you want to go again tonight, you can clean you guys' bathroom. The moldy smell comes into the hall, totally gross.\"\n\nCameron finished his coffee, rinsed his cup, and filled it with water.\n\nOnce Cameron and Jamie turned from the gym, the three roomates decided to order Chinese. They started eating in silence and Jamie decided to open up conversation with, \"Okay, now that you guys have sampled the goods, here's the deal. I love casual sex, when there's time. You guys make the time available, namely by keeping the house clean, getting out of the house once a week so I can have some girl time and I will be your free use roommate. I still have to go to work to make rent, but any other than that, you see me around, you can fuck me. You can fuck my mouth, you can fuck my pussy, you can fuck my tits. I don't do butt stuff, so don't ask, I'm saving that for marraige. I figure it's insurance if my future husband has a lower body count and feels insecure about it. I don't care if you get girlfriends, hell, I'll fuck your girlfriends, too. Invite your frat brothers over, they can fuck me if you like. But anyway, that's the deal. Take it or leave it, but it disappears if the house goes to shit.\"\n\nCameron said \"cool.\" Bryce just smiled. And that's how it went until the lease ran up and they all went their separate ways. The apartment stayed clean, and Jamie juggled their cocks on practically a daily basis.\n\nMost of the time it was one on one, but Jamie's favorite times were the rare occasion she could coax them into sharing her. It started out when they both struck out at the bar. She said nothing and sat down between them and have them both a supportive, friendly handjob for good of the general morale. The next time, she got them both to cum in her mouth. The third time, it was a full spit roast with Cameron in her pussy and Bryce in her mouth. They did that about three more times. Even though neither guy would admit it, they loved walking away seeing both her pussy and mouth drizzling cum.\n\nBryce actually managed to take advantage of the offer to fuck a girl he brought home. Bryce casually mentioned that Jamie had \"G cups\" and she got curious. One thing lead to another and Jamie got her pussy ate by a girl for the first time and Bryce finished by fucking Jamie's tits until he came right into his pick-ups' mouth. They eventually got married, and their only major argument asking the way was whether Jamie's tits were G cup or Double D.\n\nCameron's favorite time was when Bryce went on vacation because even though he worked double duty, that weekend he fucked her 8 times. Once in each bedroom, once in both bathrooms, once in the living room, once in the kitchen and once in the hall.\n\nOn the last night, they threw themselves a going away party. Bryce and Cameron invited 5 of their frat brothers over for the only gang bang they ever had. Bryce and Cameron did it as a way to let her know they remembered how all this started 11 months ago, and that it was a time they'd never forget. Bryce and Cameron insisted that it was to up her body count in order to ensure she had to give her ass up to her future husband, but really it was because they knew she only said it because she wanted it. Afterall, she loved casual sex and had the time."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Men between the ages of 18-25 are healers for adventuring parties, but their healing power is all in their cum.
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"content": "I'd wanted to be a paladin or a mage, but... nope. I was a healer. A very *specific* type of healer. Worse yet, my guild stuck me with some rather difficult guildmates. Cassie was a rough, crude Fighter with a wicked streak; Sharla was a tease of a mage; and Brenda was just a straight up bitch of a rogue. \n\nWe had just finished a particularly difficult trek through a cave; each teammate was rather low on energy, so, naturally... \"Alphonse,\" Cassie shouted commandingly as she pointed to her side. I quietly and obediently walked over to her and dropped my pants. I knew what was going to happen; she always did this and thought it was hysterical. They all did. She knelt down in front of me and began to stroke my cock, \"such a good little healslut. Give me some of that cum.\" \n\nI should delve a little more into the dynamic while I'm here; throughout our quests, Sharla would tease me. She would rub her body against mine, grope my cock, nibble at my ear — anything to keep me hard and raring to go. She always made sure I was on the edge. Brenda was the one who made sure I didn't masturbate; she would always be around me and I could never leave her sight. She dictated what I ate and drank so \"my cum would taste better.\" \n\nThen there was Cassie. Back to the handjob, I could feel my orgasm about to explode and she knew it. I had a really bad poker face. So, as I was about to orgasm, she gripped the base of my cock hard, squeezing it tight as I came and effectively ruining my orgasm and causing me a bit of pain. But she thought it was hysterical. They all did as she filled up s bottle with my cum to share between the three of them on the way back. \n\nI was spent and exhausted, per usual, which meant I trailed behind the three of them all the while being berated by Brenda. \n\nThen we heard it — a terrifying roar echoing from the back of the cave. The women took off running and left me on my own as I, too, tried to run away. However, all I remember was turning and falling either from exhausting or... my clumsy ass tripped on something. \n\nI woke up in a rather comfortable bed... I hadn't slept in one of these in a while. I was pretty much just a lowly slave to those women and oftentimes slept on the floor. But this... This was a quality bed. I turned to my side and saw a woman sitting by a fire and stirring something that smelled delicious. I looked around and noticed the walls and ceiling were very much still cave-like. As my eyes settled back on the woman, I noticed two, short horns coming from her head and a long, scaled tail that seemed to flick back and forth. It was then her voice registered in my ears as she hummed and unfamiliar tune. \n\nShe stood up and poured some of the liquid from the pot in the fire into a bowl and walked over to me. Now I could get an even better look at her. Her hair was red like a ruby with eyes as gold. Her dark skin was smooth and slightly reflective, but not scale-like like her tail. She sat down beside me and brushed her hand over my head. \"I hope you don't mind the bed. I know it's far from luxurious, but I'm not exactly living in the lap of luxury here.\" \n\nI tried to speak, but words escaped me for a moment. I cleared my throat before starting again: \"n-no, it's fine. But... Where am I? What happened? And who are you?\" \n\nThe woman chuckled and helped me sit up before spooning what I came to find out was soup into my mouth. \"You're in my cave. Or, well, my back-up cave. As for what happened, your friends attacked me and stole a lot of my gold. I feigned death and escaped, taking this form to conserve energy. As for who I am, I think you know that already.\" \n\n\"You're the Great Evil Dragon: Sorina.\" The words were a mixture of fact and disbelief. I thought Cassie had landed the final blow?\n\n\"Indeed, though I don't like to think of myself as evil. Your friends were lucky, though. I'm sick. Very sick. And they took advantage of my weakness to strike at me. I'm surprised you did not join in. But when I saw how they treated you before and after our fight, I felt sympathy for you. Especially after they left you here to presumably die,\" Sorina gave me a small, empathetic smile. \n\n\"I wouldn't call them my friends... I'm sorry that they— we did that. I couldn't have fought, though. I'm just a healer,\" I bit my lip, unsure of what to do now. Once I got out of here, they would tear me a new one for abandoning them or some stupid shit like that. \n\nShe ran her hand through my hair, \"you don't have to go back to them, you know. They probably think you're dead, so you could go wherever you wanted. I would suggest staying here for a bit to rest up. At least for a few days.\"\n\nAnd that's what I did. I tried to insist on relinquishing her bed to get, but Sorina wouldn't have it. She slept on the floor for the first two nights, but I noticed she was growing weaker. Despite being a glorified sex doll, us healers had to be quite proficient in disease and plague so we know the dosage of treatment and how to apply it. \n\nThe third night, I insisted she at least share the bed with me. She shivered the whole night despite me holding onto her. At some point, her tail gentle wrapped around me which made me feel some sense of comfort for once in my life. \n\nThe fourth night was when she was in worse shape than she had been in earlier. She could barely move around and was struggling to even speak. I knew I had to do something. She had been so kind to me. \n\nSo, while she was asleep, I snuck away for a moment. I used a few of her cups and, well, *did my thing.* But this was different. My instructor had always taught us that healers' powers were directly correlated to their emotions — which made sense. Orgasming was a euphoric sense. However, I while I began to masturbate, I thought of Sorina. How beautiful and kind she was. How we had spent the past few days talking and getting to know each other. \n\nWhen I returned, I handed her a cup, \"drink this.\" \n\n\"What... is it...?\" She asked weakly as her shaky hands took the cup from me. \n\n\"You really don't want to know. But, like I said, I'm a healer. I know what I'm doing. It's time I repay the favor. You have Orc Sickness. I don't know how you got it, but I can cure it. You just have to drink this,\" I said, nodding towards the \"drink.\" \n\nShe looked at me tepidly before taking a sip; \"it's really sweet. What is it?\" \n\n\"I'll tell you when you're better. Now let me take care of you,\" I smiled and lying down next to her and holding her. She instinctively snuggled into me, despite being a head or two larger than me. \n\nOver the next few days, I repeated my ritual and watched her return to health. I remember her hopping out of bed, I think maybe a month in? and dancing around the room. I hadn't seen her like this before. It made my heart melt as she gave me a giddy smile and pulled me out of bed, making me dance with her. \"I'm healed! It's amazing! You're amazing!\" She exclaimed, eliciting a blush from me. \n\n\"Oh, I don't know about that. I'm just—\" my eyes widened as she cut me off with a kiss. A loving, passionate kiss. She pulled me close,her tail wrapping around me, holding me into place.\n\n\"I love you, Alphonse,\" she said plainly, her eyes staring down into mine. \n\n\"You're... You're just saying that because I was here taking care of you. You don't actually love me,\" I replied with a frown \n\n\"Shut up!\" She shouted childishly. It was kind of cute. \"I love you! I know I do! You're kind and caring and you stayed with me even when you didn't have to! I've never been treated like this before. And I'm a selfish dragon. When I find something I want, I take it. And I want you. Even if you don't love me right now, I'll price to you that I'm worthy of your love.\"\n\n*Worthy of my love?* Was she still sick? Did she still have a fever? If anything, there was no way I was worthy of her love. I was just a dumb healslut. That's all I was good for. \n\n\"Sorina—\"\n\n\"No! No being negative! I've listen to you talk about how worthless you think you are and it's just not true! Those women didn't deserve you. *I* don't deserve you. But... But you're here and I don't want you to leave. Please, just give me a chance.\" Her gaze never left mine as tears started to stream from her face. \n\nWhy was someone like her so intent on being with me? It didn't make sense! She was a powerful dragoness with an incredible personality and an equally incredible body. Why me? \n\n\"Why me?\" I asked simply.\n\n\"Because you're what I want. It's just that simple. I wish you could see yourself through my eyes and see how amazing you are,\" she lightly brushed her hand against my cheek. \"I won't keep you her, though...\" Her tail unwrapped itself and she let go of me.\n\nIn that instant, I felt cold. Empty."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Every woman suddenly knows who has masturbated to them, when, where, and how
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"content": "Jane always saw herself as a literal plain Jane - someone she figured no one would ever be attracted to. So when she wakes up with this new power she's amazed at the number of people who have masturbated to her, and some of their fantasies involving her are pretty hot. That night, she lays back in bed, vibrator in hand, and pictures her favourite scenes...\n\n(Edited to not limit it to men. Go wild, folks!)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: After a humiliating defeat the paladin Lily was offered an enticing offer by the demon queen: if she surrendered, her friends would be spared and in return Lily would become her bride.
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"content": "The breath was forced from my lungs as my back slammed into the wall. My sword slipped free of my grip, and clattered down to the floor. I followed it down soon afterwards. My everything hurt... and my body refused to move. I looked around the throne room as I lie there, slumped against the wall, and saw my friends scattered across the room. They were all in much the state that I was. \n\nVellanda, the Elven Mage, was in a daze at the foot of a statue. Her robes were supposed to be blue... but now they were purple and scarlet. I couldn't tell how much of the blood that stained her was her own... and how much she'd picked up on our way up to the throne room. She was awake, at least... staring at the two halves of a adamantine staff that had been snapped like a twig. \n\nLeonhardt, a noble knight, was crumpled at the foot of the throne. His once-shining armor was thoroughly ruined. His breastplate had been caved in by the forces of our enemy's blows, and rust-lined gashes advertised where she had rent it asunder. His leg was bent at an impossible angle... and I knew it was broken when I noticed a bit of bone sticking out.\n\nVex, a Songstress from Beneath the Seas, was gasping for breath off to the side of the room. The Magic in her Songs had given us the strength to fight our way to the Queen's Throne... and the Queen had taken offense to that. I'd heard bones snap when the Queen had punched Vex... and there was blood leaking from between her fingers as they tried to cover a deep gash upon her throat.\n\nWe'd come so far... and we'd worked *so hard*. We chose to invade our enemy's realm. We had fought through her Honor Guard, her Barons, and her Dukes. We had overcome every obstacle... and had come to stand before the Demon Queen herself. If we could just succeed... if we could just kill her... we would throw Hell into a Civil War and spare our world their efforts at Conquest for another few generations.\n\nI couldn't give up.\n\nI focused my mind for a moment and drew upon the last dregs of my Magic, and felt Divine Strength flow through my body. Cuts sealed themselves, bruises faded, cracked bones knit themselves whole, aching muscles cased to burn, and I felt as though I had just awakened from a full night's sleep. It was a minor miracle, one I'd performed many times before... and one I lacked the strength to repeat again. My hand settled around the hilt of my sword, and I rose to my feet believing that it would be victory or death.\n\nMy enemy did nothing to stop me from taking my feet. She simply watched me with half-open eyes, smirking as she observed my struggle. She let out a quiet laugh as I settled into my stance, and then said, \"You never give up... do you?\"\n\nI shook my head by way of reply, and *tried* to focus on what needed to be done. I tried to focus on the people I'd left behind in the Mortal Realm, the people who were counting on me to succeed. However... I could not stop myself from noticing the Demon Queen's beauty. I will not describe how I saw her... for that is an intimate thing. Every person sees her differently... as their own Ideal Mate. Every desire and preference one has is expressed in her form... *especially* the ones that one will not even admit to themselves. Her every movement promises all that you desire, and her words are accompanied by whispered promises that all your desires might be fulfilled through her. \n\nIn short: She appears as Beauty having fled from the eye of the Beholder, and given physical form.\n\nI charged the Demon Queen with my blade held high, fully intending to strike her down. Holy Light gathered around the steel as I moved to Smite the fiend whose armies threatened to overrun my world and enslave my people. The Demon Queen was *supremely* unimpressed by my efforts. She showed no fear as I approached, she did not even flinch as the blade fell towards her... and she laughed as I turned my own blade aside rather than mar the image of Perfect Beauty that stood before me.\n\nThe Masters of my Order had been *confused* when they'd learned that a lowly Succubus, one of Hell's Whores, had managed to ascend to the Infernal Throne. They'd believed that she was a Puppet, a Cruel Joke perpetrated upon Hell by the True Power. I... was quickly coming to understand that her reign was no joke.\n\nMy blade sank inches into the stone before the Holy Light faded from it. My hand fell from the hilt, and my body betrayed me once again. My stomach turned as I contemplated the Beauty that I had almost ruined... and I felt as if I was going to throw up. I looked at the Demon Queen with *pure hatred* burning in my eyes... I *despised* what she did to me with her mere presence... the way my own body refused to obey my will if it meant bringing her harm.\n\nShe cupped my cheek, and favored me with a smile. I felt my body *freeze* in response to her attentions... and I almost let out a whimper. \n\n\"You can't harm me,\" she said, \"Lilly. Your Gods' Blessings *might* protect your mind from my magic... but they cannot protect you from what I am... or from your Human Nature.\"\n\nI fell to my knees.\n\n\"I can see the burden on your shoulders,\" she said, \"Lilly. I know the Pain that you hide. You did not choose the path of the Paladin. It was forced upon you. You were given to the Temple. They taught you 'honor' and 'duty'... and turned your mind into a pretty set of chains that bind you to their will.\"\n\nI tried not to listen to her... but I could not help but stare at her Beauty and cling to every word. I felt a tear slip from my eyes.\n\n\"You have no regrets...\" she said, \"but you resent having never had a choice. You resent the pain you have been forced to endure, the constant struggles mandated by duty, the *stress* of having to maintain your Honor. You look upon your friends who are not burdened by Duty and Honor... and you wish that you could be like them.\"\n\nI closed my eyes, and turned away from the Queen. My heart knew her next words... but I thought I could ignore them if I could just look away. I felt her hand land upon my cheek... and lure my attention back upon her.\n\n\"You want to sit down your burden,\" she said, \"you want to set aside your Duty... and be free. All you need is an opportunity that will satisfy your honor... and you're looking for one... waiting for it to arrive.\"\n\nI took in a ragged breath. Then I begged, \"Please... no...\"\n\n\"I hold the lives of your friends in my hand,\" the Demon Queen said, \"I have won them by Right of Conquest. I am willing to return them to you... in exchange for an Oath.\"\n\nMy tears began to flow freely. I already knew the offer she was about to make... and I already knew the answer I *wanted* to give.\n\n\"I will return the lives of your friends to you,\" she said, \"*if* you agree to surrender, and never again raise your blade against Me or my Realm.\"\n\nI knew that the Demon Queen had me *right* where she wanted me. I could save my friends by laying down the Duty that had weighed me down like a burden for *so very long*. Yet... still I resisted. Standing aside and allowing Evil to run wild was not an honorable path. More than that... I *hated* what the Demon Queen was doing, the way she was twisting me against myself with my most shameful desires... taking away my freedom by offering me everything I wanted. A part of me wanted to refuse her out of spite alone, and I made an alliance with it.\n\n\"Still you resist...\" she said, her smile fading into a predatory smirk after a few seconds, \"how... *interesting*. Even when you're presented with what you want... you remain stubborn.\"\n\nThe Demon Queen licked her lips. Then she said, \"A woman who refuses to give up... who struggles with all the might she can gather... even when she is beaten. I like that...\"\n\nShe took my other cheek in her palm... and my eyes widened with fear.\n\n\"The terms of the deal shall grow harsher until you agree to them...\" the Queen said, \"now... I demand that you serve as my Concubine in exchange for your friends' lives.\"\n\nMy heart fell... as I realized that the Queen had just transformed a surrender into a *self-sacrifice*.\n\n\"Do I need to start withholding your friends' lives,\" the Queen asked, \"Lilly... or is this deal bad enough to satisfy your Honor?\"\n\nMy eyes narrowed as hatred managed to briefly overwhelm the Awe I felt in her presence. Now that she'd acknowledged what she was doing... I couldn't just... go along with it. I opened my mouth to spit at her... and then I heard Vex gargling on her own blood. My temper faded... and I felt the tension fade from my shoulders.\n\n\"I...\" I said, \"agree to your terms...\"\n\nThe Demon Queen grinned down at me with triumph on her face. Her hands flowed down my face... my neck... and slipped beneath my shoulders. She lifted me to my feet, and then pulled me into a Kiss to seal the Contract. The world became a blur as her lips touched mine, and my skin caught *fire* as her hands began to explore my back. I know I must have moaned as her tongue invaded my mouth... and the *pleasure* of being in **physical contact** with such Beauty was... overwhelming.\n\nWhen the kiss ended... I wanted nothing more than for it to resume. I stared into the Demon Queen's eyes as if I were a hungry puppy begging for table scraps... and she just smirked back at me. Anger rose in my heart once more at that... I did not like being controlled... even if I was being forced to do what I *wanted*.\n\n\"Your friends' wounds will heal...\" she said, \"and it shall be as if I never fought them. They shall be your attendants, your servants, perhaps even your slaves if you wish them to be. Should any of them betray me, or if you should violate our Contract, their wounds shall snap back.\"\n\nI looked to Leonhardt... and saw his broken leg snap back into place.\n\n\"Now...\" she said, \"I feel like... *breaking in* my latest concubine. The *unbreakable* one.\"\n\nGreen Fires raced up from the floor... and swallowed the two of us."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The built, strong girl at the gym finally noticed you, and she even invited you out! You accept the dinner-date, but it turns out that she's part of an Amazon sex-cult that sacrifices people after sex. You're about to fuck one, or more of them before your inevitable demise.
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"content": "I hurried into the Gym with my bag slung over my shoulder, shouldering the door wide open with my haste. I rushed up to the front desk, and signed in by flashing my membership card under the scanner. The Lady at the desk welcomed me and put on her best customer-service face, but I was in too much of a hurry to exchange pleasantries with her. I gave her a quick, \"Hi, running late, got to go,\" and was on my way.\n\nI ducked into the first open changing room, and changed my clothes with frantic speed. The meeting at work had run *very late*, and so I was running late to the Gym. I didn't intend to try and fit a full workout into what remained of my usual time, since there was no rushing progress. However... I *did* fear that I'd miss out on a chance to see *her* working out.\n\nI strode out of the changing room and shoved my bag into one of the lockers, trading a quarter for its key. I tossed the attached lanyard around my neck so that I wouldn't lose it... and made my way to the weights room. My heart fluttered as I saw *her* there. She seemed to be in the same spot of her *usual* routine... lifting weights that I couldn't even *try* with her back to me. I smiled, and looked at her *incredible* ass. \n\nI assumed that fate had been kind, and that she'd been late to the Gym as well. I slipped over to my usual spot on one of the machines, and began my workout... which just happened to put me into positions where I could *observe* her routine. I watched her the whole time I worked out, *amazed* by her strength... and trying to work up the courage to approach her. After all... wasn't this coincidence a sign? What were the odds that we could *both* be late at the same time?\n\nI followed my routine, which shadowed hers, as usual. I remained behind her most of the time... and I doubted that she even noticed me as I stole looks at her *incredible* body. I'd never been brave enough to approach her, and get a good estimate for her height... but I was certain that she was two or three inches taller than me. Her arms were *thick* like pythons, and I had no doubt that her thighs could have crushed a watermelon. Whenever I was lucky enough to walk past her... I got to steal a glance at her well-defined abs as she worked out.\n\nAlthough I never worked up the courage to approach... Fate interceded on my behalf once again. I was *staring* at her legs... and I met her eyes when I looked up. She *caught* my gaze with her own, and I felt like her eyes were piercing my soul. I knew I was caught. She gave me a flat look, and I felt my cheeks turn bright red. I finished my set... and then rushed out of the room, cutting my workout short as I tried to escape my embarrassment. \n\nI was *certain* that she must have thought I was a creep... and those thoughts dominated my mind so thoroughly that I forgot to grab my bag before heading into the shower. I was *done* with the shower, clean and soaking wet, when I realized that mistake. I shook my head at my own stupidity, wrapped a towel around my unmentionables, and scurried out to grab my bag so that I could finish changing back into my normal clothes.\n\nI opened the locker and pulled my bag out *just in time* for a python-sized arm to lean against the locked next to mine. I let out a little noise and jumped in surprise, and blushed when I realized that *she* was leaning next to me. I realized that I was completely right about the height difference... and those extra few inches were only *magnified* by how much **muscle** she was carrying around with her. I don't know what I expected her to do next... but it wasn't what came.\n\n\"You were checking me out,\" she said, \"weren't you?\"\n\nI was frozen in silence for several seconds... and then I nodded my head.\n\n\"Cat got your tongue?\" she asked, \"or... did I manage to steal it?\"\n\n\"I...\" I said, \"I... yeah. I... sorry, ma'am.\"\n\nShe just grinned at me in response. Then she leaned in and said, \"I'm not a ma'am, and I didn't expect an apology. I did want to know how long you've been watching me, though...\"\n\nI blushed harder at that. Then I said, \"A... few weeks... I... I've been meaning to...\"\n\n\"To come up and ask me out?\" she said, and I nodded by way of reply.\n\n\"Kept getting too scared to do it,\" she said, \"didn't you? I'm guessing you didn't know what to say...\"\n\n\"Yeah...\" I said, looking away from her, \"I... I wasn't sure how to... approach you. I... didn't want you to...\"\n\n\"Stride right up to me,\" she said, \"tell me that you think I'm hot, and ask to take me out to dinner so that you could learn if the person is as pleasant as the package? Maybe see where the night goes from that?\"\n\nI glanced back over at her and said, \"Yes...\"\n\nThe woman changed position on me... planting one of her hands on either side of me. I felt *very* small with her looming over me like that... and I realized that my cock was rising up to attention. I met the woman's eyes... and waited for her to do something. I didn't expect what would come next.\n\n\"Try asking,\" she said, winking at me, \"it might just work...\"\n\nI was silent for several seconds as those words made it through my blood-deprived head... and I slowly realized that the woman had just given me a *road map* to asking her out. It took a few more seconds for me to figure out what to say in response.\n\n\"I think you look *amazing*,\" I said, \"and... I was hoping to get to know... if... we might get along. Could I take you out to dinner, tonight... if you're not busy?\"\n\n\"That'll do,\" she said, sliding a piece of paper into my hand, \"that's my address. Pick me up at eight, and try to get your tongue untied by then. I've been on a dry-spell for *way* too long... and I think you're *just* the kind of fun I need.\"\n\nShe planted a kiss on my cheek, and walked away. I held my bag close to my chest... but she stopped and turned around before I could scamper off to the privacy of the changing room. I met her eyes one more time, and she made one last parting remark, \"I think you're cute, too.\"\n\nI couldn't help but grin at that compliment, and I could feel myself blushing from something *very different* to embarrassment. She winked at me again, and then turned and walked away. I... let myself stand there in the hallway and watched her go.\n\n---\n\nMy phone's GPS got me to *her* apartment, and I realized that she had *more* than just an amazing body. Based on the luxurious condo complex she lived in... my date was *rich*, too. I followed the instructions on her little strip of paper into the parking garage, using her door code to slip inside. I parked in her guest spot... surrounded by cars that were worth **at least** ten times as much as my *practical* ride.\n\nI stepped out of my car, locked it with the key fob, and then walked over to the elevator. I entered her code again, hit the button to summon the elevator, and tapped my foot as I waited for it to make its way down to me. I felt a pair of arms grab be from behind before the Elevator was even halfway down... and a wet cloth fell over my face before I could open my mouth to scream.\n\nThe cloth muffled my scream, and my captor's hand came to my throat. I flailed in a panic, kicking and elbowing my captor... and hitting them felt like hitting a brick wall. They were taller than me, stronger than me, and they were choking me out. I eventually got what I *thought* was a lucky hit in, elbowing them in the (relatively) soft belly... and they let go of my throat. I breathed in as much air through the cloth as my burning lungs would allow... and didn't have a chance to realize my mistake before my thoughts grew fuzzy... and slow... and the blackness rose up to consume me.\n\n---\n\nI woke up... I don't know how long after that. I couldn't see anything, but I could hear road noise. I couldn't move my arms or my legs... they were tied up with abrasive ropes that bit my skin when I struggled. I tried to cry out... and discovered that there was *something* squishy filling my mouth and muffling my voice. I tried to spit *whatever it was* out... but the gag over my face stopped that. I realized that I *must* be in the trunk of a car when we hit a bump, and I was bounced around.\n\nI don't know how long I rode back there... but the car eventually stopped. The trunk was popped open... and I saw *her* standing over me. My eyes widened... and I realized that my date had kidnapped me for some reason. I couldn't see anything behind her... it was too dark out for that. \n\n*She*, I didn't even know her name, brought a cloth to my face once again... and I had just enough presence of mind to hold my breath. She was comfortable waiting... and eventually my burning lungs forced me to breathe in *whatever that was* again... and unconsciousness claimed me once more.\n\n---\n\nThere was cold, and rough, stone beneath me when next I woke up. My body was spread out like a starfish... and cold metal was wrapped around my wrists and my ankles. The cool breeze told me that I'd been stripped naked before I could work up the energy to open my eyes... and see the room I was laid out in.\n\nI picked up my head... and the first thing I saw was my own raging erection. It didn't hurt yet... I wasn't awake enough... but I had *never* had a case of morning wood that bad before. The second thing I saw was the brazier at my feet, and the fire crackling away within it. The heat I felt from behind me, and the crackling I heard, let me know that it had a twin.\n\nI turned my neck to my right, and saw an immense statue looming over me. It was a naked women... a very *fit* and very naked woman holding a spear at her side with one hand, and a clam shell in the other. I followed the curves of the statue's body down... and saw a flesh-and-blood woman looming over me. She was just as fit... and almost as naked. She was wearing a cape with a elaborate hood... and it hid *nothing* of interest.\n\nThe Woman smiled down at me. Then she looked past me and said, \"Sisters, the Night's Tribute has awakened! The Ritual may begin!\""
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"content": "* \"I mean, yeah, you \\*can\\* fuck a mirror copy of yourself. Why does everybody immediately jump to that? I can tell you from, uh... experience, you feel their pleasure, and they do the same, so it can get a little... Echo Chamber-y.\"\n* Fairies are useful to have on hand for magical reagents, especially for a certain fluid only male produce, so when one gets to caught up in being a tease, you grab him, and take him home to start sperm farming.\n* Bard's College is a fucking haze of an experience. You get in, you go to one party and then you suddenly wake up 2-4 years later, able to move the fabric of the universe with your muse and with your underwear on backward"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She thought she'd been discreet with giving her friend a birthday titty fuck in lieu of a forgotten present, but, as her other friends started dropping hints about upcoming gift-giving occasions, she could feel a blush spread over her skin and her nipples start to get stiff...
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"content": "It had been one time - *one time.* David was turning thirty, they'd gotten drunk, and he'd given Marcy shit *all night* for forgetting his \"dirty thirty.\" It wasn't like she was a slut, it was *one time!* They'd promised not to talk about it, and David was about as trustworthy as they came. There is *no way* anyone else found out. Right?\n\nThen why was she *just* hearing about how all of these holidays **heavily** feature gift exchanges? At first, she didn't think of it - Jerome hadn't ever mentioned Juneteenth being a holiday he celebrated, but hey, this was the first year of it being a national holiday, maybe he just felt awkward mentioning it. Though, that didn't explain why he bought her that expensive tube of lipstick - and why he'd failed to give *any* notice that it was a gift-giving holiday.\n\nThings took a more obvious turn when Trevor mentioned Eid was coming up. Trevor joked about being a quarter Lebanese once or twice, but Marcy had never heard him mention celebrating any of the traditions from that side of the family. And, once again, he told her day-of. He was a housemate, he had weeks to let her know! Yet, there he was, three drinks in, letting her know. Again: *obvious.*\n\nThe final straw had been Mark, the bartender at her favorite concert venue, getting after her on National *Coffee Milkshake Day.* What even *is* that?! The way he strained the word \"milkshake,\" too, was just...\n\nOf course, she couldn't be *too* angry. They hadn't asked her to do what she did. When they'd said it was a gift-giving occasion, they hadn't been the ones that had made her blush. True, Mark had teased her over how red her chest had gotten (apparently, he'd \"never seen her freckles so clearly.\" Sure.), but he hadn't *asked* for what she did.\n\nNow, here she was. Four in the afternoon on National Spongecake Day, at her friend Harry's house. Chest on fire. It was his *favorite* holiday - he told her as much. He even offered her a piece of spongecake - which she'd politely taken. However, she had nothing to offer - and he let her know it. So here she was, knelt by the bed with Harry seated on it, slipping off her sports bra.\n\n\"Whoa, I had no idea you were-\"\n\nHarry wisely cut himself off - she'd heard this all before. Yes, she *was* more busty than she let on. Yes, she *did* pierce her nipples, how could you tell? Yes, she *always* kept the lipstick with her for these occasions. No, it *wouldn't* be a regular thing. This was *just* because she'd forgotten a gift, and every man loved a titfuck. Really, he should do a better job of keeping her abreast of these things. No, that pun *wasn't* intentional.\n\nHarry had always been an attractive enough guy. On the young side for Marcy's taste - twenty-six, perhaps? - but certainly one of the more mature of the friend group. Not in the *best* of shape, but he took care of himself. He'd been to the gym with Marcy - their plan today - plenty of times, and he had always been a good friend. Average in appearance, she supposed, but with the personality to go beyond it. Now that she was eyes-to-eye with his cock, she could say it matched the rest of him.\n\nMarcy wrapped her breasts around Harry's shaft, the crown of his cock barely poking through. He was about six inches, give or take - she wasn't *particularly* proud she could tell that by how it felt in her cleavage. Her lips rolled against one-another, making sure her lipstick was even. She set to the motion with some familiarity, lifting her breasts with either hand to slide along him. The dry friction quickly meant obnoxious heat. Marcy sighed, uncoupling her breasts.\n\n\"Have any lube?\" Marcy asked Harry.\n\n\"No,\" Harry started, a touch of pride in his voice, \"I don't generally-\"\n\n\"You should probably buy some, sometime.\"\n\nMarcy lowered herself, wrapping her ruby red lips around the head. She focused on coating the surface, on making sure it was evenly wet before she returned to the task. This meant a slow, methodical crawl down his length and a generous tongue-bath. Marcy was careful to avoid suction - this wasn't a *blowjob,* after all, this was merely a means to an end. After a second and third slide down, Harry glistened with her drool and his precum. Thankfully, he was clean. What's more, had he been eating pineapple? There was little reason to dwell - Marcy squeezed her breasts around him and got back to it. Perfect, smooth, electric friction. Good.\n\n\"You can play with my nipples,\" Marcy said, a touch eagerly. \"This *is* your gift.\"\n\nHarry didn't need to be asked twice, reaching down to give the barbell piercing on the right one a careful tug. Marcy moaned, briefly, her cheeks a cherry red.\n\n\"Y- Yeah, like that,\" She stammered, breath building in her flushed chest.\n\nAfter a few minutes, her elbows were already getting tired. Sure, today was a gym day, but this wasn't the workout she wanted. The woman took to bouncing her ass against her heels, putting her whole body into the act. Harry groaned - surely, it wouldn't be long now, right? Marcy leaned in, slowing her pace to better offer the odd kiss or flick of her tongue against the head. She felt his tension. It was soon. Suddenly, he gave her head a pat - the signal. She ceased, letting her full, pert breasts drop to a hang and sealing her lips around his head. Not a moment too soon. Within moments, a series of spurts filled Marcy's mouth like it rarely had been. It was an effort to swallow - she had hoped to spit, but there was simply too much!\n\nPerhaps a full minute later, the deed was done. Marcy rose unceremoniously and slipped to the bathroom, taking to cleaning herself. She helped herself to the mouthwash, wiped her lipstick off, and returned. Harry didn't need to know what a mess she was. A walk back to the house with sodden panties wasn't *such* a challenge, these days.\n\nMarcy returned to the bedroom for her sports bra, with Harry still basking in the afterglow with his flaccid, red-tinted dick yet free. It looked like he was hammering out a text.\n\n\"You're not going to tell anyone, yeah?\"\n\n\"Y- Yeah,\" Harry began, \"Our secret.\"\n\n*Our secret.*\n\nYet, here Marcy was *not a day later,* hearing that *Pluto Demotion Day* was a gift-giving holiday - and from two of Trevor's friends! With a sigh, she accepted their vaguely-Pluto-shaped stress balls and followed back to the house. Just how many gift-giving holidays *were* there, these days?\n\n&#x200B;\n\n>!Might've deviated from the prompt a little, but this was fun. Thanks for the idea!!<"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: For as long as they've been adventuring together, an elven sorceress and an orcish ranger have been hooking up whenever they get the chance. They're the only ones who still think it's a secret...
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"content": "Hunting Blind (1/5) (Incomplete)\n\n***(( PART 4 IS UP!! ))***\n\n\\----\n\nOn a moonlight night near the edge of the glade, the bushes rustled.\n\n\"Is she here yet?\" A sarcastic voice picked up.\n\n*\"Shh!\"* A bead of sweat dripped down the halfling's brow. She never took her green saucer-sized eyes off of the opposite side of the clearing. Her small hands clung to their tiny hunting blind, releasing when she noticed her white knuckles. \"You're already too noticeable by half, Xafi.\"\n\n\"Prim *please* relax,\" sighed the other, kindly and with a hint of pipeweed on his breath. Gnomish violet hair and long ears could certainly stand out in the moonlight among the underbrush, but he dismissed the worry with a clink of the bangles on his wrist. \"I've spoken to every owl and fox out here tonight. We good.\"\n\nPrimrose herself wasn't so sure.\n\nA hush of leaves in the wind picked up right up behind them, like the whisper of a ghost.\n\n\"I didn't miss anything did I?\"\n\nPrim nearly exploded and punched at the new girl while Xafi stifled a ridiculous laugh. *\"Gonna kill you!\"* Primrose strained through her teeth.\n\n\"You weren't kidding when you said this would be tough to find,\" the human woman said, folding into the small space with just enough room for the other two. She was garbed in tight black cloth, obscuring all features save her curves. \"Where is he?\"\n\nAt the end of Primroses' finger was a man near the edge of the glade, crouched by the water. As he stood from the shore and rung out his tunic, he extended to his full height and rotated his broad shoulders. He was tall, long haired, cut out of marble and glistening with rich green skin. Sweeping plain black tattoos graced his chest, depicting any number of things. If they were closer, they might have been able to read the story of his body.\n\nAdjacent him was a beautifully made campsite, certainly not the minimalist style that would be traditional for a Ranger. White paper lanterns glowed gently, strung across overhead branches while a small iron brazier flickered in harmony. Close to it was an elegant, small and perfectly leveled camp table draped with silk cloth, the top of which was too dark to make out save a few dark bottles. A tremendous, naturally camouflaged tent was propped between the trees, noticeable by the hunting blind but not from across the river. It could easily fit eight people with standing room, being made for adventuring parties like themselves.\n\n\"He sets that entire camp up every night?\"\n\nXafi nodded for the rogue, smiling only the way a bard could smile. \"Sweet, right Prim?\"\n\nShe shrugged. \"It's a hell of a feat; you'd never be able to to tell it was here by sunup.\" Prim frowned her Clerics concerned frown - she was worried it was only that that s*he* couldn't spot it....\n\n\"Hey,\" Silver the rogue winked. \"I couldn't find it either.\"\n\n\"We've known they were sneaking off for years, but seriously - who knew they were so good at it?\" The bard puffed a pipe, to the scornful glare of Primrose.\n\nAs they looked on, a slender, pale and blonde frame simply appeared out of thin air. She stepped into the Orcish mans arms the way a puzzle piece might fit into place. As they kissed, his handsome tusks never once impeded them as they explored each-other to the fullest, now that they could finally drop their masks. The hunting blind was silent as they looked on at the lovebirds, attempting to read lips as the the couple shared a bottle and several shot-sized drinks.\n\n\"What are they saying?\" Prim asked impatiently.\n\nXafi winced as he cupped his long ears again. \"It's *really* hard with the river, y'know?\"\n\n*\"Quiet, both of you,\"* Silver whispered. She wanted to know too.\n\nAs Xafi strained, he pursed his lips. He moved them back and forth. He hummed. He looked the girls in the eyes. \"...Nnnnaahhh, I really shouldn't repeat - WOA! It's poetry, okay?\"\n\nSilver lowered her dagger. \"Thank you Xafi,\" she said teasingly, under her mask.\n\n\"Hey don't threaten me with a good time,\" he replied. \"It was really beautiful. Wish I had heard it all,\" he said, attempting to sound less annoyed than he was.\n\nPrim groaned. When they looked back, the two had entered the tent, hardly keeping their hands off each-other. \"I guess that's that,\" said Silver disappointedly.\n\n\"Nonsense! I blew some of that *Dragon Ichor* money on this baby. *Behold!\"*\n\nXafi reached behind him, producing an ornate water basin. It was huge, platinum and intricately stained with magic runes.\n\n\"Xafi you idiot, she's a sorceress!\"\n\n\"Yeah, not a *wizard -\"* he scoffed. \"Trust me, if she was warding the tent, *I would know.\"*\n\nThe girls gave each-other a look. “You think we can.... see?\" Xafi nodded excitedly. Prim gulped.\n\nIt had been years, and their party members were known for their... exceeding charisma. Neither of them were good at hiding they way they looked at each other or the way they spoke, but they would always act so coy - as if it was just in everyone else’s heads. The three in the blind had never seen the two alone. A kiss or two, maybe.\n\nWith a little hassle, they fit the oversized scrying pool into the blind. Prim found herself sitting in Silvers lap, with the closest view of the water. And as the spell was cast, they gazed down onto the floor of the yurt.\n\nThe bedrolls were carelessly tossed open, blankets and other bedding thrown onto their carpeted floor. Perhaps they were getting sloppy as time went on, impatient to hold each other.\n\nIt had only been a few moments since they had crossed the threshold, but she had already reached for him and slipped him out of his trousers. “Good girl,” they heard the Ranger rumble, gently lowering her to head level as she stroked seductively.The sorceress smiled as she bit her lip, kissing the tip so tenderly. Her tongue reached out, lapping the bottom side of his cock then wetting its entire length on each side. He held her by the chin, gently pinching her cheeks as he looked at her knowingly. For him she displayed the back of her mouth, and the place she wanted him to reach. A golden stud shined like a jewel in her tongue.\n\n“No way….” Xafi said in disbelief. Prim gasped, covering her mouth.\n\n“That entire dungeon when Allisa was cursed…”\n\nSilver made air quotes, jostling Prims curvy frame; “No verbal spell components…”\n\n“50 gold says Kajek did it himself.” No one was taking that bet, observing the orcs various piercings.\n\nNo matter if that was the case or not, it was clear she loved it. She held the end, stroking and sucking on it- the metal moving on him in ways that turned Kajek into an animal. He held her by the hair, the back of her head, with an unreal amount of strength that he refrained from using. They had all seen him use those arms for some truly astounding feats of strength, but at this moment that raw brutality was channeled directly into the gravity of his love.\n\nExcitable, always pushing her limits and sufficiently warmed up, Allisa slacked her jaw and dived. She pushed hard, sucking to help bring her lower onto him. Each thrust pushed her a little bit further beyond her barrier, making sucking sounds in her throat. Her lips strained on the width of her man, letting him out and reaching back to take a strained gasp or two. With tears and long strings of spit and precum, she stuffed his width back down her choking throat. Her excitement was spurred on by her inability to escape his grasp, each time always hinting at keeping her down there as his fuck sleeve. It wasn’t long until she was a sloppy mess, ready to lose herself further in her self-made face-fucking, her dress soaked through her chest.\n\nAs the two undressed each other, Primrose let out a soft “ouch,” in the hunting blind and began fiddling with her mouth. A little blood could be seen trickling down her finger. “I bit my lip.”\n\nSilver exhaled a puff of air, out of her nose in humor. “I don’t blame you.”\n\nPrim wasn’t sure what to say, she was definitely distracted as she saw Allisa's perky tattooed tits come into view. She couldn’t help how desperately wet she was getting, as many times as she had fantasized about Kajek herself. She dreamed often about him keeping her aloft, pinned by his cock in mid air, letting gravity impale her on him. She was silently praying that Silver couldn't feel Prim radiating while fantasizing like this, practically a dripping mess.\n\nYet even while she was regretting this warmth, she shifted her shoulder gently, hoping she could sneak a hand into her trousers. Except another hand met hers.\n\nPrim exhaled, not realizing she had been holding her breath. She wasn’t sure what she was thinking, trying to out-sneak the rogue. But all in one careful motion, Silver made it ok, and guided both of their hands to her trembling needs. It was obvious Xafi wasn’t paying much attention, as absorbed in the scrying pool as he was. Prim leaned back into Silvers soft tits, flanking her head, as she watched on....\n\n(pt 2 soonish?)\n\n(Edit: formatting)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: As part of your weight loss regiment you agree to suck off your roommate anytime you are caught eating sweets. What could possibly go wrong?
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"content": "It was day sixty-nine of Kelly's weight loss regiment and she looked amazing. She'd lost thirty pounds where it mattered while also keeping a sexy figure. While she did work out, she was also adjusting her diet. Her boyfriend hadn't been much help as he liked to indulge far too often, but her roommate figured out a rather brilliant system. \n\nEvery time she was caught eating sweets - candy, chocolate, whatever - she had to suck her roomate's (John's) cock. Bit only that, but she has to swallow his cum, too. This was supposed to be an excellent deterrent as it not only meant she was cheating on her boyfriend if she did so, but she also hated sucking cocks. \n\nIt started off easy enough. The first few days, she was able to stave off the cravings. However, not even five days in, she'd already caved and ate a brownie. John clocked it immediately and made her drop to her knees right then and there and suck his cock. She obliged out of obligation and commitment, begrudgingly taking in his rather large cock. It was far bigger than her boyfriend's and she found it almost impossible to even get past the head. Still, John came and she reluctantly swallowed it. \n\nThe next day was the same, only this time with a cookie. Then with a muffin. Every few days, she thought she could sneak one by him. But she was committed to doing this for her weight loss. After thirty days, she'd sucked him off about forty times, having tried to sneak in snacks multiple times a day. \n\nThe problem, though, wasn't that she was starting to get used to it. It wasn't that she could easily throat him now. No, the problem was that she was starting to crave it — just like John intended. Kelly had begun associating sweets with John's cock and cum. So much so that she had begun to love the taste of his seed. Eventually, she was able to cut out the sweets, but a new addiction had taken place. \n\nShe found herself sucking his cock two or three times a day, desperate to swallow his cum. Even worse, she would ignore her boyfriend in the hopes of being able to suck John's cock. Her addiction was overruling and made her effectively his cockslave. She eventually broke up with her boyfriend because he was distracting her from what she truly loved: sucking John's cock. \n\nShe wasn't even his girlfriend or anything like that; he would bring girls over all the time and fuck them, having Kelly get him ready. She had been turned into a sexy, fit, cockslut, just like he had wanted."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When Mistress is busy, slaves are force to play with each other.
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"content": "It was very strange, the image she came back to. Two of her servants were hanging over the side of a couch, both of them still locked together. Another one was sleeping on the floor tied up, next to a chessboard and another sleeping... Mage? Wait, that...\n\nWords failed the immortal, and she resolved to solve this in the morning.\n\n===\n\nIrene sat with a decidedly smug cat-ate-the-canary look plaster over her dumb stupid pretty-gah! Not the time! Setting aside her libido, the Mistress started asking.\n\nShe only got more questions.\n\nIt had all started when the servants had finished their duties. Even the old sets of battle armor were clean and parts reforged. Floors were clean, and dust was a problem of the past thanks to a decidedly distracted mage who kept sneaking glances at Altha's butt when she thought nobody saw.\n\n...for the first time in forever, they had... No orders. \"Well now what?!\" complained David. He liked orders. They meant he could automate his duties while thinking about other things. But now, the silence was just oppressive!\n\nTaylor thought for a moment and excused himself, before returning with a crate in both hands. \"Well... I, uh, got the games and toys out of the closet...\"\n\nThings started calmly enough. It turned out, Warpath was a game that of all people David excelled at, small unit tactics swiping aside opponent after opponent. Irene excelled in chess and go, but that was where it began going off the rails.\n\n===\n\n\"...halt. You...\" The Mistress looked at Irene in a funny sort of way that sent a jolt down her spine. The spark in that eye promised all sorts of fun things later!\n\nShe pushed onwards. Someone suggested strip poker. With the simple clothes they wore it rapidly became heated. Then Vnezchek pulled the bondage kit from the box and that... Taylor noticeably shifted his legs around, the androgynous man visibly struggling to maintain his composure. Vnezchek noticed.\n\nIn the span of a few minutes he had gone from calm if a bit red in the face to panting like a dog, as Vnezchek teased his hole and member. Taking the two of them as a sign of the night changing, Irene \"borrowed\" the mage. Being a woman who'd only seen romance from trashy novels and the occasional well written novel, Irene...\n\n===\n\n\"Halt. I do not need you explaining in painful detail exactly how you broke one of my mages.\" At Irene's joking protest she leaned in. \"If you don't bring in Valerie I'll make sure you won't be able to sit for the next halfmonth, and ruin every other partner for you.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: It's bad to be acknowledged by an eldritch being, terrible to hated, but worst of all is to the object of their desire.
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"content": "this reminds me of an illustrated story i saw many years ago. \n\n\nA devil/succubus seduces you, but the moment you taste their cum you turn into a being like them. You are cursed with continuous cum production. They proceed to give you an eternal case of blue balls by denying you with sounds and ball weights promising that the ache you feel now will only get worse over the next hundred years before the real fun begins."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: All the students on the sports team drank the potion. It was supposed to transform them into their ideal form. Most of the guys started to turn into chiseled adonises. One of them started to turn into a girl...
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"content": "\"Alright, boys, just give it a minute!\" It was the team captain, Mitch, grinning from ear to ear. The football team was gathered up in the culminating event of a year's worth of experimenting and slow convincing that started when Mitch showed up and blew every school team record out of the water. At six-foot-six and over two-hundred pounds of raw muscle and agility, Mitch was the ideal quarterback, famous for the absolute \\*artillery piece\\* that was his arm. While it was all impressive, it was made all the more so in light of the fact that, two years ago, Mitch was 5'7 and barely nearing 150. \n\nThe rest of the team, slowly and thoroughly convinced of the role magic played in this, was now gathered around for a solution that Mitch thought was even faster than the piecemeal solution he'd given himself: a simple elixir to unlock one's ideal form. They'd gathered in the locker room around the towering cooler, now filled with exactly that. Most wore their casual clothes, though Mitch wore his jersey and a pair of sweat pants. With paper cups filled with their dose, they shouted their fearlessness and downed it.\n\nSilence descended over the room - a tingle took to them instantly. A few of the guys muttered to themselves, though they'd been warned. Moments afterward, they seemed to \\*erupt.\\* Muscle grew to titanic proportions, jaws grew square, heights, considerable. It was lucky that their clothing seemed to adjust with them, as though they'd always been these new sizes. Most now hovered between 6'2 and 6'7, marked by flawless muscle and essentially handsome looks. Most NFL players would envy these collegiate athletes - even quite a few movie stars. Deion - who now looked quite similar to his Atlanta-based namesake - was the first to check his shorts. \n\n\"Oh, \\*shit,\\* dude, we're \\*in it.\\*\"\n\nThe only one who didn't erupt was Mitch. This was expected - so much so that none of the others bothered to watch him. Mitch was already an absolute Grecian god, why would he drink this? Most assumed he already had. So, when they looked around to see he'd disappeared from his spot at the head of the room, a slow but serious concern spread.\n\n\"Hey, Mitch,\" Hollered Donovan, their center, \"Where you at?\" There was a shuffle from behind a locker - out stepped an absolute *bombshell*. \n\nShe was nearly a foot shorter than Mitch, her body a golden tan to offset her platinum hair. Her bust was full, easily a handful even for the new, massive hands that comprised the majority of the room. This new girl was leggy, marked by a powerful thickness somehow matched with lithe grace. Her true new \"gift\" was in her ass, which was as full and flawless as any one of the men in that room had seen - even with what she wore.\n\nWhat she wore resembled a parody of what Mitch had worn moments before. The jersey that had been was now hemmed just below her bust, barely enough to contain the woman. The sweatpants were cut off and converted to short, scant shorts, and her feet bore a pair of tennis shoes that seemed more practical than the rest of that outfit. She was looking nervously around and, occasionally, incredulously at herself. Her new, full lips parted, though no words followed. \n\nFor a while she simply stood before the team, her toes turned inward as though attempting to hide behind herself. Her hands even clasped behind her. Eventually, she hurried from the room without a sound.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nThe event ended fairly quickly thereafter - suddenly left without a quarterback and forced to change up strategies, much of the team went hunting for the coach (and a valid explanation). The team had agreed the magic had gone awry - it felt as though they'd drained the strength and manhood from their own captain! Donovan stuck behind - he'd been working close with Mitch and been his roommate for a year or more, and to have Mitch go fro Ares to Aphrodite... suffice it to say, it was a struggle.\n\nThe hulking hunk that Donovan now sat opposite Michelle (or rather, her driver's license had), staring with open confusion. Michelle fidgeted. \n\n\"So. Uh. How d'you like your body?\" It was Michelle speaking - she had a natural vocal fry that she seemed unable to shake - granted, she'd always liked the sounds of it, but it did feel a bit *basic* now that it was her voice.\n\n\"It's good. How do you like yours?\" Donovan's was as deep as ever, if not more so.\n\n\"Really weird, man. I feel so, y'know, small. Weaker.\" She wouldn't say the appeal of that. \n\n\"Not *all* small,\" Muttered Donovan, noting the cleavage that pushed against the tank top she'd changed to.\n\n\"And I keep getting these *thoughts,* y'know?\"\n\n\"I do not.\"\n\n\"Well, just, like, about *people.*\" \n\n\"Sure.\"\n\n\"And their *muscles.*\"\n\n\"Huh?\"\n\n\"Yeah! Like, having them was cool, but being *held* by them seems even better.\"\n\nDonovan blinked a time or two, incredulity returning.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nIt was later that night, when the two were sitting on the couch, that Donovan wrapped an arm around Michelle's slender shoulders. There was some obvious discomfort, though Michelle seemed to quickly relax.\n\n\"*Definitely* better, for the record.\"\n\n\"Yeah?\"\n\n\"*Definitely.*\"\n\nThe man gave a sharp exhale through his nose, a smirk on his lips.\n\n\"Bruh, you'd better be careful talking like that. You're *way* too fuckin' hot now for games.\"\n\nIt was at that time that he felt a small hand on his inner thigh.\n\n\"Good thing I'm off the team then, huh?\" Michelle cooed.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nA blur, a flash, a squeak - Michelle was on the bed, her legs spread, shorts a pile elsewhere on the floor. She gave a careful shake of the supple skin that was her ass, and Donovan hastened to drop his pants.\n\n\"Girl, you're *way* too damn good at that.\"\n\n\"I might'a been thinking about it for a *long* time,\" She muttered, stopping just as Donovan set his hands on her hips and a cock big enough for porn between the cheeks of her ass.\n\n\"Well, can't say I was thinking of *this,* but I get that,\" The darker man said with the hint of a smirk.\n\nSome toying found that he was, quite possibly, too big for her - at least, length-wise. Michelle, the consummate virgin oncemore, was tasked with bouncing on those inches she could handle while he simply guided her hips. Of course, that took little from the experience. She whimpered and mewled like any pornstar she'd ever heard, and he growled and rumbled in reply. It wasn't long until, with some much-too-expert twists of her hips, Donovan was filling Michelle as she'd only dreamed he could - condom be damned. An illuminating shower later, and Michelle was asleep beside him. \n\nIt was a close call - at one point, she was *sure* Donovan was going to piece it together. Now, as she placed his groggy hand on her hip, Michelle knew she'd gotten what she wanted.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n>!Another trimmed one, trying to condense more of the build-up without it feeling unnatural. Thanks for the prompt!!<"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She hadn't planned to be so slutty but, once she had the bunny suit on, it somehow just felt so... Right.
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"content": ">Author's Note: Contains bunny suit, seduction, sluttiness and unprotected sex.\n\nI guess that night was somewhat different. I, err, don't even know why I bought it initially. The bunny suit, I mean. I think I was running out of time to order stuff for a costume party. I think. \nAs far as I remember, I did not think too much of it. The others would have a laugh, and I would probably be wasted enough to not mind the remarks. \nSee, it isn't like I am a bombshell, or a hottie. Opera singer would be the most flattering way I could describe my physique. Yes, I wore makeup, not that I could get anywhere in this day and age if I hadn't. I filled my clothes decently, and although I didn't look my age that badly, I still wasn't evergreen, so to speak. \nThose things are true, immutable facts. And despite that, once I had this costume on, this bunny suit, ears and tail and all, I didn't just look presentable. Maybe it was the cloth, form fitting to it's design a bit more than expected, or it was the fact that this was the most exposed I had been before my full-body mirror since I was a teen, but I felt beautiful. Sexy. Maybe just a bit wanted. And underdressed. \nNow, I could have just grabbed something else, or not bothered with the costume. None of my friends and acquaintances were obsessive enough to decry me for not dressing up, and it was a bit risqué to wear so little. I could even have called in sick and nobody would have minded. But I did not. I took my coat, and draped it over. Despite the fact that almost as much of me was covered as when I usually was outside, I now felt more exposed. Almost like I was a pervert, waiting to flash someone with my perceived naughtyness. Keyword being perceived: Part of me still clung to the fact that I wasn't sexy, wasn't fitting this outfit, and too fat to be arousing anyone.\n\nWell, I rode a cab to the party. I could afford the fare, and on the other hand, I could not afford my car being towed if I parked for too long or actually making a scene in public. Outside, a friend of my sister, a guy named Charly or Charles or something, was talking with my sister. He wore a Bird costume, mostly black with a grey belly and a hoodie that had a beak sewed on it. My sister was wearing no costume whatsoever, instead wearing jeans and a motto shirt reading \"Sunday is Funday\".\n\n\"Oh, Carol, thank god I am not alone without a costume.\"\n\n\"Hey, with that coat, one of you could go as a detective,\" Charlie(?) said. \"We'd just need a pipe or a magnifying glass of sorts, you know. Maybe Viv has one, and I bet she'd lend it to you, Sam.\" He mustered my sister.\n\nI stepped closer and cleared my throat. \"Um... Hi. My name is Carol, nice to see you two made it to the party as well, it is good to see you two noticed a coat showed up, and maybe greet the person wearing it too?\"\n\nMy sister, ever the prickly piece of sass, leaned into what I said even more. \"Oh shoot. Charlie, I think we made the coat angry. We should apologize,\" after which she turned to me and said: \"Hello, Carol, nice to see you too. I would ask how your day was, but it seems like it wasn't easy on you. Charlie here just offered to help you get an emergency costume, free of charge. Aaaand hop!\"\n\nCharile was pushed in between me and my sister, and I guess there is a reason she was friends with him, because he continued in a jokingly manner. \"Good evening, Miss Coat, I am Mister Bird. I apologize for whatever Charlie said to insult the person you cover right now. Let me help you complete those looks, okay?\"\n\nThere was no progress to be had with these two, I feared. So I shook my head. \"I'm good, thanks. It is a bit chilly outside though. Can we head inside?\"\n\nMy sister rebutted with a quick \"Is it?\" before she was gently swatted by Charlie. \"Fine. We're taking the elevator, though. I didn't shower beforehand to head to the fourth floor on foot.\"\n\nWe headed inside, and as the three of us headed inside the elevator, I couldn't help but lord my superiority in the matter of costuming to my sister. \"Oh, Sammy? If you want, you can have my coat. For the costume, I mean. I would take it myself, but unlike you, I already have a costume.\" With that, I took off my coat and held it towards her - to her surprise, and to Charles' enjoyment. \nA few seconds of silence passed where but the elevator dinged and the door opened. Sam took the coat, but was at a loss for words.\n\nCharles was the first of the two to find words. To my own surprise, they were \"Dibs!\", and clearly addressed to my sister, although targeting me. This was unexpected, to say the least. I wasn't sexy, I wasn't exactly arousing anyone for realsies... was I?\n\nWell, as I arrived, and more guests did so too, an answer crystallized. From cheeky grins to drifting stares, all directed towards me, I either had a stain on these clothes I wasn't aware of, or I was actually attractive to these men. Sure, almost all of them were average, married, or both, but it still was a fair bit more than I expected. And as booze made their rounds, this thought of being too wasted to care for the remarks turned risky - too risky to do so, I thought at the moment, which meant that I most likely was mostly sober and stuffed. I played along whenever a party game was called for, and drank something, sure, but not a lot."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Kinky Social Media, streaming or other online activities!
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"content": "She has been surprised to get offered a sponsorship from Grrrl Fuel, as most of the girls they sponsored were super sexy cosplayers, but it did seem to help her stay energetic on stream. Despite normally being a tomboy and not having much experience, she suddenly thought that she might try out cosplay herself. She could certainly stand to wear less... And why did her tops suddenly seem so confining? Oh well, she'd try a little bit more cleavage, maybe throw on some cat ears or something, see how she felt about it...\n\nAlternately\n\nHandcuffed to his controller, His challenge was to stick with and ultra hard game until he beat it, when a mysterious message offered big donations If they got to choose his new look. He readily agreed, assuming he'd have to let the stream customize his new character, but he suddenly found himself transforming, and the stream seemed to like customizing him toward and ultra sexy egirl whom they could watch play until she beat the game. The fact that the stream now also seemed able to molest her (either telekinetically or with toys that somehow appear in / about her) was only making it even harder, but why was it all somehow so... Fun!?\n\nHope these aren't too long / specific"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The berries had the special property of always making elves super horny. They also haf the special property of being delicious in cookies and confections... And here she was, an elf with a huge sweet tooth!
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"content": "\"Graaaace! What did you do with my cookies?!\" \n\nI pulled my headphones off as I sighed. Well, she was bound to figure it out sooner or later. Cookies don't exactly walk off on their own overnight, and given that I'm the only other person who lives in this apartment...\n\nWell, it actually did Loriel quite a bit of time to put all the pieces together, given that we've both been up for a couple hours. Regardless, I could hear her hastened footsteps towards my room. I stared at the door, waiting for her to burst through without knocking as usual.\n\nI briefly considered locking it.\n\nThe door was flung open a second later, and Loriel stood before me with a clearly annoyed expression on her face. My eyes briefly lingered along her body, dressed scantily with little more than a set of black underwear and with a few rectangular markings of red along her skin, particularly on her arms and legs. Well, if she wasn't embarrassed enough to decide to put on some clothes before seeing me... yep, the effects from last night were *definitely* still lingering.\n\nWhich also definitely meant I wasn't giving Loriel her cookies back any time soon.\n\n\"Do we really need to go through this again?\" I asked, rubbing my forehead with my hand. Let's see... she's about to talk about how their her property, and how I have no right to--\n\n\"--j-just steal them away, when *I* baked them and they're mine and you really need to give them to me right away before I get really, really upset!\" Her face was flushed red, and the way she softly shook back and forth in place as she stared at me was just another piece of evidence supporting the fact that I'd definitely made the right decision.\n\n\"...Loriel,\" I began, with a sigh, \"Do you even remember what happened last night?\"\n\nShe began to sputter off something vague, and my stare towards her only intensified. Loriel then began to mumble something, and only after a few moments of silence did she finally admit \"no\".\n\n\"Well, I assume you remember baking them... and eating a few of them... and I imagine it's when I walked into the living room seeing half of the sheet of cookies gone does your memory begin to taper off.\" With a slight blush on her cheeks, she nodded.\n\n\"I walked into you having one of your hands stuffed into your panties, and the other one reaching for yet another one of those sweets.\" How she managed to maintain such a perfect figure with her habits was beyond me, but the amount of *exercise* that followed each sweet probably had something to do with it.\n\n\"*Then* you turned to me, and asked me if I could help you with something. I said no, you said please, I said no again, you said you'd have to go ask the neighbours for help then, I said that was such a terrible idea that I'd tape you to a chair if you actually tried it, then you said *ooh*, and asked if that was a *yes* after all.\"\n\n\"...Is that why I woke up with markings on--\"\n\n\"Yes. Yes it is. And it's still a *no*.\" I took a deep breath. \"You're welcome, by the way.\"\n\nShe laughed awkwardly. \"Ehehe... yeah... uh, i-it'd probably be a bad thing if I went to the neighbours. They don't have the... uh... highest opinion of me already...\"\n\nI recalled one of them asking if my \"slutty roommate\" was still around for some *cleaning*. When I pressed him on what that meant, apparently Loriel had decided to go buy a french maid costume, *remove* a few parts of the already scantily-made costume, and went around the floor asking if anyone needed \"maid service\".\n\nI couldn't exactly blame him for asking. I later found out that was the night that she found out was \"parfait\" was. And I still have no idea what happened to the costume.\n\n\"I'm sure they'll warm up to you...\" A-Actually, I really hope they don't. \"Look, c-can't you just buy a vibrator or something?\"\n\n\"A vibrator? What's that?\" Oh, of course this technologically illiterate elf can get mysterious shipments of those damn horny elf berries that she mixes into everything sweet, but doesn't know what a vibrator is!\n\n\"I... forget it! You're not getting your cookies back either way.\"\n\n\"B-But I used all of the berries on them! The next shipment's not due for seven days!\"\n\n\"If you can't last seven days without them, then I think you have bigger problems, Loriel.\"\n\n\n\"...Fine.\" She said, with a pout that was obviously trying to draw a bit of sympathy from me. A trick that I'd already gotten plenty used to. She turned towards the door... only to close it without leaving. \"Say... you didn't happen to try one of them, did you..?\"\n\nMy eyes rose up to hers directly. \"...Why?\"\n\n\"Well, I've always *said* that they're specifically for elves... just because I was concerned you might want them all for yourself once you've tried one. It doesn't matter anyways, since I'm sure you never have, but on a human like you...\"\n\nShe began walking towards me, her hands reaching for my shoulders as she looked down on me with a smirk. I leaned back into my chair, cheeks beginning to flush.\n\n\"The effects should be a little delayed, but eventually it gets into your system. You'll feel hot all over... especially around your crotch. There'll be some *primal* desire building up inside you... attraction to the nearest mate... or a particularly beautiful elven maiden...\"\n\nShe sat atop my legs, and only when it began harder to rub them together because of the added weight did I realize I was doing such an action. I-I tried, but I couldn't muster up the willpower to pull my eyes away from hers, t-those shimmering crystals of beautiful blue, leaning in closer... inch by inch...\n\nI was the one to lean in, unable to wait any longer as I forced my lips against hers. My hands rose to the back of her head, sinking into her long, blonde hair as I pulled her back, leaning against the back of the chair as I brought her closer. I could taste the remnants of that sweet, addictive taste on her mouth, and I'm certain she could on mine as well, tongues pressing against one another as a sudden, lewd instinct bubbled up inside me *just* as she'd said.\n\nLoriel began to pull away, only staying for a few more seconds because of how intensely I tried to hold on for a few more seconds, making each and every one of them count. My breaths were heavy as we stared into one another, myself found entirely wordless as the realization struck me. I-I was... with her... j-just like... that.\n\nI stared at the entrancing elf before me, my eyes and mind locked solely onto her. I knew that smile on her face, though... it was... a devious one...\n\n\"Of course,\" She began, with a mix of smugness and pleasure on her face. \"That's all just something I came up with on the spot. There's *definitely* no effects at all for a human.\"\n\nW-What..? W-Wait, she's not suggesting... n-no, no that's impossible, I-I felt so--\n\n\"Trust me on this,\" Loriel continued, clearly reading the confusion on my face. \"I already tried mixing them into your smoothies to see what would happen.\"\n\n\"T-Then that was all--\"\n\n\"Well, if I'm not getting my cookies back, I guess I better head back to my room. Don't want to intrude anymore.\" She stated, and in a few seconds she left me entirely dazed as she got up, opened the door, and walked out of it. Just like that.\n\nB-But...\n\nI sighed, cheeks flushed as I buried my face into my hands. That little elven wench...\n\nI dove underneath my bed, fishing out a red tin that rattled as I pulled it out. For a second I turned away... before fishing out a few ropes and a roll of tape.\n\nI'm sure she'd appreciate the compromise, then. She can have her cookies back, but it's still my duty to make sure she doesn't embarrass herself...\n\nAnd I'll have her, in return."
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