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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Anything bestial! Dogs, wolves, horses, dolphins, you name it!
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"content": "1. A single farmgirl adds an extra, very enjoyable step to her checkups on her horses.\n2. After her ship crashed, she found herself washed up on the shore of an island with her clothes shredded, and a dolphin already trying to breed her.\n3. A young woman finds herself lost in the woods, only to be surrounded by a pack of wolves. They're not interested in eating her; no, they want to breed her.\n4. She didn't think being kidnapped by a dragon would be anything less than scary, but dragon dick is just *so* good.\n5. A zoo worker decides to keep the male animals extra happy when the zoo is closed. No one ever asked why she wanted shifts just to herself."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Witches use some of the strangest ingredients known to man. Due to your unique heritage, you’ve been cursed by a coven to produce an ungodly amount of semen for them. All while remaining a virgin yourself.
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"content": "Richard had been cursed before he was born. His curse was enacted when puberty hit, he got his first erection and started leaking, a slow constant drip of semen. It ruined his trousers he went to his parents. His mother sobbed, his father refused to look at him.\n\nThe witches had felt it, their curse awaken. So they made him start cumming hard. His father took him to their coven. There were three witches waiting outside their hut, one with skin as green as the forest, boils, and blisters on her skin, a black cat by her side. The second brown as tree bark, peeling flesh and spotted skin, a crow perched on her shoulder, the third pale white of the moon, an Owl on her shoulder. They placed jars over him, collecting their specimens. His father left him to go home.\n\nWhen they were done collecting the massive eruptions of cum went back tk a constant drip. Richard did the long walk home alone, ashamed. When he got home his parents weren't there. So ashamed of their son, or of being the cause of his curse that they packed their most valuable things and left. \n\nThe townsfolk felt sorry for Richard, though none would dare talk to him. They left him food, and essentials to survive. Either out of pity, or so the local forest witches wouldn't curse someone else in Richard's stead.\n\nRichard would be home, doing chores, eating his meager meals, sleeping, and the witches would want a specimen. He would start erupting. Nothing could stop it except for the forest witches. He couldn't focus when it was happening. And despite what some of townsfolk thought he wasn't in a constant state of pleasure, it was disgusting and discomforting. He would run all the way to their hut to be relieved of the stress. Even the witches didn't touch him, they kept him outside and collected jars full of his extract. His ejaculation would subside and he'd make the long walk home.\n\nIt was a day like any other. New moon, and mid-day. Richard was reading a book. From years of experience Richard knew this was when the forest witches were at their weakest. The three days before and after the new moon, he had never been called. \n\nThen it happened, he started ejaculating harder than ever. He ran through the woods in desperate need of relief. As he approached the hut he saw it. Witch Hunters. The witches wards were holding but the hunters were attempting to break it. If they did, the witches would be killed. Richard thought, his curse will never be lifted if that happens, so he kept running.\n\nThe first Witch Hunter broke his ritual chanting and turned at the sudden sounds of fast footfalls to see a pantless ejaculating man running at him. Richard bashed his head in with a rock. The next man Richard ran at drew his sword, not knowing what Richard was spraying, acid, poison, or some other nefarious witching spell he tried to avoid it, when he got sprayed he thought it would kill him, and he hesitated, slightly dropping his guard, it was enough for Richard. Richard beat him repeatedly with the rock spraying him the whole time.\n\nSeeing two of five of them quickly go down to this horrible witches creature the three attempt to break. Somehow the man-like creatures apparently made them unable to fend off it's attack. They ran, the slowest not fast enough. Richard caught up to him and savagely beat him with a rock. \n\nThe coven finally able to launch a spell in weak moon turn the closest into a mouse. Their three animals circled the man, now mouse. Taking turns scratching, and biting at him. Richard turned to the witches as the mouse shrieking got louder then stopped. \n\nRichard had been ejaculating for most of his life. The witches said a few words and the ejaculation subsided to it's normal dribble, a few more and for the first-time in forever it stopped. They kept chanting, and though Richard didn't know, the last man running through the woods started to ejaculate. \n\nThe witches look at Richard, the man who now stood before them. \n\nThe green witch said \"You killed thee Witch Hunters.\"\n\nThe brown witch said \"We are three witches.\"\n\nThe white witch said \"We each have three holes.\"\n\nIn unison they said \"Use them as you wish.\"\n\nThe witches were surrounding Richard, touching his body with their long nails. Richard had never been touched by another since becoming a man. Their claws felt like ecstacy running across his skin. Richard felt his Richard grow hard in arousal for the first-time. And the witches were women, he was going to enjoy his first, second, and third loving touches while he could."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: In a desperate attempt to get workers back to the office, corporations begin changing dress codes, allowing (and requiring) for less to be worn. Along with this, freeuse policies are put in place for “stress relief.” You get selected to help fill the updated HR training videos.
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"content": "Hi,\n\nIt's my first time posting here. This was a lot of fun to write. Hoping to do more. I veered off of the prompt a bit and got carried away with the situation. Not particularly sex-filled but I do like the tension that's building. Any feedback most welcome. I do want to get better at this. Apologies for the terrible formatting. \n\n\n\\---\n\n\\- \"You were eager.\"\n\n\\- \"Can you blame me.\"\n\n\\- \"I guess not. I just don't know anything anymore. I thought people liked being in the office you know and I expected just everyone to be back the first day that the law changed.\"\n\n\\- \"Why? You think people like sitting in traffic or pressed up into some construction worker's arm pit?\"\n\n\\- \"First, that's classist. Second, obviously: no. But there's benefits to seeing your co-workers.\"\n\n\\- \"Yeah? Like what?\"\n\n\\- \"Oh you know. The coffee room chats. The light flirting. The heavy flirting. And ... the other things.\"\n\n\\- \"What other things?\"\n\n\\- \"C'mon Todd. Do I have to spell it out for you?\"\n\n\\- \"No. But I wish you would. And given why I'm here, probably not at all inappropriate.\"\n\n\\- \"Yes. I must remember that things have changed. I will miss the taboo of office relationships. The hush-hush. The sneaking. The excusing yourself from boring meetings when you get a certain kind of text.\"\n\n\\- \"What would the text say?\"\n\n\\- \"It wouldn't say anything. It would usually be a picture.\" Melissa turns her chair away from Todd a bit. Looking past him into the distance. \"My butt cheeks clench, my thighs run against each other. I start squirming.\" She turns back to him. \"It's best when he's in the room with you and you look over and he's there smiling that devious grin at you. Knowing exactly what he's done to you.\"\n\n\\- \"Really? All that from a picture?\"\n\n\"Your dick wouldn't immediately get hard if I sent you a picture right now?\" Todd gulps and stammers: \"I guess we could find out.\" Melissa smiles. \"Naughty. I didn't think you had it in you.\" She picks up her phone and starts scrolling through the pictures. \"You know, I don't think I even noticed you around the office before. Of course I saw your name on various documents. But you know how it is with guys in the tech department. No offense but y'all aren't fun. Every time we go out with you guys it's all: \"It's my bed time\". At 11! I mean can you blame us? The sales guys are fun. Obviously. Even the accounting guys are fun. There is that system administrator, Victor. He's fun. He's a lot of fun. It's the developers specifically. Too much of a need for control I guess.\" She finds the picture she's looking for and looks up at him smiling and hits send, saying: \"Well, I'm glad you're discovering this new side of yourself.\" His phone buzzes. His hand is shaking as he pulls out his phone. He has to really think to remember his PIN. She isn't naked. She's standing in front of a floor to ceiling window on a high floor. Probably a hotel. The window appears mostly white in the picture. There are white towels lying about. White sheets. White carpet. White curtains. She herself: quite pale. And against all this whiteness her satin green bra and red hair. She's wearing black heels and stockings still attached to a green garter belt. He imagines how she would have taken her panties - presumably also green - off and re-attached her stocking. He feels the softness of the satin. The softness of her skin. The soft tuft of hair down there. Her hair and makeup are a mess and she's smiling at the person taking the picture. Presumably the same person who left the load of cum on her face a bit of which she is licking off of her finger.\n\n\\- \"Those jeans feeling a bit tight, Toddy-y boy?\"\n\n\\- \"Thank you.\", he manages to get out. Laughing, \"Why you're most welcome my dear sir. I aim to please.\" He regains his composure somewhat.\n\n\\- \"Was it someone from the office?\"\n\n\\- \"Of course. You want to know who?\"\n\n\\- \"Yes.\"\n\n\\- \"What if I gave you three guesses? I'll give you one hint for each before each guess.\"\n\n\\- \"Ok. What's the first hint.\"\n\n\\- \"He's got a big dick. Can barely get my mouth around it. And forget about all the way down. Although I do try. Like I said, I aim to please.\"\n\n\\- \"Well, that doesn't help me.\"\n\n\\- \"Well, it helps me.\" Biting her lip, You have to guess.\"\n\n\\- \"Ok. Matt maybe.\"\n\n\\- \"You think I'm sleeping with the CEO!? Oh honey, I wish. I'd die for a faceful of Matt's cum. Don't get me wrong I've tried. Fucker's loyal to his wife for some reason. I've seen her and let's just say I don't get it. I mean you've seen her, right?\"\n\n\\- \"Yeah.\"\n\n\\- \"And?\"\n\n\\- \"You're definitely sexier.\"\n\n\\- \"Oh thank you. Wait. Don't you have a wife?\"\n\n\\- \"I do.\"\n\n\\- \"Ah! And what does she think you're doing right now?\" She laughs and Todd's erection that has been straining against his pants for a while now hits some new uncomfortable peak seeing her beautiful face and her pearly teeth. He remember the picture. He reaches down to adjust his pants. She sees it and continues, \"Never mind darling. I'm having fun and that's all I care about. Speaking off. It looks like you're a bit uncomfortable there. We can't be having that now. Why don't you take it out and we can move on to your next hint. Let me just get the curtains and lock the door.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: He wouldn't exactly have called himself a terrible villain, but he could admit he has done some admittedly questionable things, and now she got the quest to take him down. . Oh well. He can have some fun with this.
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"content": "I sat atop my throne, a porn book in one hand and my staff in the other... wait not that kind of staff! A magic staff, the kind one uses for spells and incantations. \n\nI was definitely bored. It had been a long week of running, hiding and panicking until eventually I got settled in my new home. A large and otherwise forgotten library. \n\nNow I know what you are thinking. Why was I running for a week straight and why am I now holing up in a library? Well the answer is pretty normal. I am a villain, but now before you write me off, you should first give me a chance to explain myself.\n\nI was a good guy once, but years of never getting credit and never getting the girl stopped me from caring. Everybody instead always went to the paladin and never the back row wizard. He was the leader, the handsome guy, the charismatic fella who could date anybody he ever wanted. \n\nSo one day I left the party and decided to change my ways, I worked hard, learnt new spells and even got a fancy new title, but still no respect. So maybe because I was bored, or maybe just because I hadn't seen a pair of breasts in like ever. I decided to use my new powers for a bit of peeping action.\n\nThings got out of hand when I peeped on the most beautiful woman in the kingdom; Queen Lilliann Heartrose. Now I know what you are thinking. I peeped on the queen, that is a serious offence. It is and well unfortunately I got caught. Long story, but all you need to know is when your Queen catches you jerking it in the corner of the room you better be wearing a mask. \n\nI was not, hence the bounty...\n\nSo now here I was, reading porn and hiding. It was a quiet life, but a boring one. \n\nThen she kicked down the front door to my humble abode.\n\n\"Rico, the evil wizard, I have come for your head!\"\n\nWhat a troublesome life I seem to be leading. Oh well at least I can have some fun with this one"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Both you and your sister have fallen in love with the same guy. Thankfully, you are twins so with so me trickery you get to "share" him
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"content": "“Come on. Fit already.” I mumble out as I adjust my wig one more time trying to get it perfect.\n\n“So what else did you guys do?” I ask my twin sister Lia.\n\n“You know. The normal date stuff. Walked in the park. Talked about nothing. He was so cute when he told me about his first time.” She says as she watches me adjust my wig.\n\n“Then at the end of the night I gave him a kiss and grabbed his cock. He was pretty hard. And his size! It was so big.” She says with a big grin on her face. “I can’t wait to fuck him”\n\nI can’t wait either, I think to myself as I’m finally happy with the wig.\n\n“So. How do I look? Just like you?” I ask her as I look into the mirror.\n\n“Yep. You sexy beast. He’ll be all over you.” Lia replies after looking me over.\n\nMe and Lia look exactly the same. Same height, body build, eyes, everything. There's only one difference between us.\n\n“I don’t know. I’m still nervous. What if he figures it out?” I ask as my insecurities form in my mind.\n\n“It’ll be OK. He won’t find out. Just make sure to not let him touch you below. Remember our deal, you get to suck him and I get to fuck him.” Lia says.\n\n“I know. I’m just worried I’ll get hard and he’ll see. I really like him, you know. What if he doesn’t like me once he finds out?”\n\n“He’s going to love you. Who wouldn’t? You’re perfection with a cock, like me. Just, I don’t have a cock.” Lia says as she tries to banish my troubling thoughts.\n\n“You're right. He said he likes watching anime. I bet he also watches hentai. He's got to have seen those futa videos so it should all work out. I wouldn’t doubt he’s jerked off to them.” I say as I hear my phone buzz with a message. He’s outside waiting for me.\n\n“Wish me luck.” I say as I give Lia a kiss on the cheek before leaving for my date."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: advanced under ground society needs to add to the gene pool
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"content": "“What is that scratching sound?” Asks my best friend Tina.\n\n“I don’t know. I’ve been hearing it off and on all afternoon as I got everything setup for our sleepover tonight.” I responded back.\n\nIt’s Friday the 13th and my friends and I decided we were going to do a scary movie marathon at my place to celebrate. I’ve been getting things ready in the half finished basement for tonight ever since I got home from school.\n\n“It sounds like it's coming from the floor over in the corner.” Sara says.\n\n“Yea. By the laundry machines I think.” Tina says.\n\nI head over to the area and listen for the noise. There it is again. A scraping sound.\n\nI pull the rug from the bare concrete floor and take a look. The concrete is broken and there are fractures in the cement.\n\n“What the?” I say after finding the cracked and broken concrete. “How did this happen? It wasn’t cracked before. My parents are going to be pissed when they find out.”\n\nThe concrete cracks further in front of our eyes. It starts to move and fluctuate before a spray of dirt and concrete fly up from the ground. We duck and cover ourselves in surprise.\n\nWhen we look again there's a humane looking creature climbing out of the new hole in the floor.\n\nFour feet tall, hunched over, long arms, short legs, covered in dirt, hands that end in claws, dark brown skin. It’s hindrance to look at. It’s naked as well. I can see its sexual organ hanging between it’s legs.\n\n“What the fuck is that?” Tina asks in shock.\n\n“Women!” The creature says as it scans its big black eyes around the room settling on the three of us.\n\nIt leaps at us stretching its arms wide. It pulls the three of us into its arms and bunches us up together. Its arms are strong and powerful as it holds the three of us against itself. I can smell the damp earth still clinging to its body.\n\nIt opens its mouth and bits me on my shoulder. I let out a startled cry of pain. The creature then bits Tina and she also shouts at the surprise. Sara tries to get away but is also bitten.\n\nI can feel my body start to heat up and tingle. My heart beat increases and my breath deepens. My body starts to become sluggish before it stops responding to my commands. I can’t move!\n\nOut of the corner of my eye I notice that the same thing is happening to Sara and Tina as well as they stop struggling against the beast that’s holding us in its arms.\n\n“So lucky. So very lucky. I didn’t find the sun like they said I would. That I’d dig myself straight into the sun and burn to death. Nope. Not me. I found women! Sexy Sexy women to add to my home. To impregnate and make babies for me. Oh I’m so happy and lucky! I can’t wait to rub it in there stupid faces that they were wrong.”\n\nThe creature lowers us to the floor now that we are unmoving. It starts to search the basement tossing random things around as it digs through our stuff. \n\n“Stupid bosses. Stupid shots. Made all the women die and left us with no women to breed. Stupid scientists. But not me. I have women now! Yes. I just need to get them home and all will be well. I’ll put my babies in them one after another and then brag to my friends. They will be so jealous!” The creature keeps talking as it finds some rope my parents had for hanging wet laundry.\n\nIt wraps the rope around the three of us tying us together. It then picks us up mostly in its arms. Our feet are dragging on the floor as it pulls us to the hole from where it came from.\n\n“Off to home. Off to make you pregnant. Oh such a lucky lucky day.” The creature says as it jumps back into the tunnel pulling us behind it.\n\nThat's the last glimpse of my home I get before it’s all dark and dirt and screaming in my head as I’m pulled deep underground."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The alien genetic modifications that let her be a superhero didn't just give her incredible mental and physical performance and breathtaking beauty. The part she didn't mention as much was the libido acceleration and fertility enhancements...
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"content": "Who knew that geeky girl would be here? Helen was in the stratosphere of the Earth, watching the planet as she remembered what had happened. Marrus-al was the hero of Astra, a super-advanced civilization destroyed by its formless metamorphic enemies. The ship had crashed on his farm. Thinking it was a jet, Aline ran to save the pilot. But how could that possibly come from the Earth? \"Your spirit shines...light up the world,\" were his words. She remembered the fear as the ship pulled her inside, along with the alien corpse. It was 9 months, like a pregnancy, when she left the ship like a butterfly. The ugly nerdy girl is now faster, stronger, smarter, and beautiful with the dream body of a beauty goddess. At that moment, the planet was under attack by Astra's enemies.\n\nBut they were easily defeated...And now she is here. The world called her AlphaGirl. From above, she heard the requests for help and came down, flying faster than the sound of breaking the windows of the buildings. \"It's a good thing they're insured,\" she said until she arrived at the house. It was a hostage situation. She was already used to the shots and screams, but she stopped. A smell intoxicated her mind, and she stared at her mother with her two children. A young man and a baby on her arms.\"You bitch!\" said one of them, shooting her. The bullets fell, and she easily broke the gun and with a slap passed out the bandit. \"Oh, what a cute thing,\" she said, hugging the baby. \"Well, thank you Alphagirl.\" She said to the mother, \"You saved us.\" She said, trying to take the child on her lap, leaving everyone confused. \"Thanks alphagirl,\" said the young man, hugging her and making her moan, leaving everyone, even the toothless thug, confused. \"You don't have to..I'm always here.\" She replied, smothering the boy between her breasts and smelling his hair...so good she thought!! \"Err...Lady Alpha m-my son,\" said the woman, trying to pull the boy away.\n\n\" \"GROPEGIRL? \"What the FUCK IS THAT?\" Ivan asked angrily, making Helen squirm in her chair in embarrassment. The scientist who had helped her wasn't that much older, but he always acted as a mentor. \"Are you crazy?\" She tried to justify herself, \"Oh yes...all music and political stars say the same...plus the police commander opened a case against you for sexual harassment. \"John is married,\" he said, making her widen. \n\n\"s-sorry...I don't know what's going on...sorry\" She said it with watery eyes, making Ivan regret it. \"Okay, I'll... I'll research what's going on,\" said Ivan, hugging her and asking \"Have you gained weight? I mean it's more... curves... no offense \"\n\n \"N-no... I mean, it was just some ice cream that they sell in the square.\"\"er...Helen, you can let go.\n\n\"Ivan was sweaty and smelly. The beard was unshaven and he opened the ten-can of energy. Damn AlphaGirl was being slaughtered by the media. \"AlphaGroomer\", \"Gropergirl\", \"PAWGIrL\", well, the last one was funny. But something had to be done before she was destroyed by the media or she committed a crime.\n\nGreat. Who would stop her? I mean, imagine that phallic-shaped missile heading towards her; that would be just to amuse her and embarrass her. The technology on Marrus-al's ship was unresponsive. He placed the DNA sample on the sensor.\n\nHmm...high levels of estrogen, prolactin, GH, progesterone, and even testosterone... that was 10,000 times more than the average woman. \"Shit!\" he said, punching the machine and throwing things aside. Ending It was the end of them, and perhaps of decency and morals in the human world. when a green light appeared from the ship. That was it. It was the shape of a uterus and a female figure in three... \"Eureka!\" Yes, by the ship's data, by the biology of Astra people , once a year their folk go into heat... and didn't stop until they get pregnant.\n\nWhat the fuck? There had to be a way. Ivan's legs were weak. When he heard the sound of metal, The four-foot-thick steel lab doors were twisted and ripped like paper. \n\n\"H-Helen,\" he said trembling , falling on his knees. Helen's body had always been curved, but now...her hips, thighs, and breasts seemed to have doubled in size to the point that the fabric of her clothing seemed to want to rip with every step she took.\n\nShe possessed an intoxicating scent, and her eyes were slit motherly, and powerful. He hissed angrily.Helen took Ivan on her lap. Her head was against her breasts and she smiled, laying him on the bed.\n\n\"I know what to do.\" Alphagirl didn't respond, her hands easily ripping through Ivan's clothes until she ran her hand through his underwear. Her breath was on him like a cat's purr, and with a smile, she crouched over him on the bed. \"I know how to fix it too,\" she said with a big smile.\n\nThe world was shaking in terror. Alien resistance still attacks Earth, terrorists, evil groups, and even sea monsters. Where was Alphagirl? She disappeared a year ago. \n\nA wounded soldier, she lit a cigarette as she waited for the huge reptilian monster to step on her. like the half of New York... A golden bolt reduced the creature to nothing more than a mass of blood. Soon the land was covered in thin bands of light that passed faster than sound. Terrorists were annihilated, robots destroyed, and nuclear missiles were disarmed. She came back! The media kept talking and asking questions.\n\n \"What do you think of the new nickname?\" a reporter asked. She asked. \"Everyone is calling you Alphamommy.\" Helen's face darkened for a moment, then broke into a smile. Oh...loved that name. Ivan watched everything with his stubble.\n\nDamn it! a year every day for her image to be destroyed like this? He kicked the time and soon despaired when he heard the baby cry. \"Something happened?\" Helen asked, entering through the window, \"I came faster than light.\" \n\n\" Nah, he is just hunger \" Ivan said. Helens took one of her breasts out of her uniform and the child immediately fell silent. She looked at Ivan, gave a smile, and said mischievously, \"Don't worry, Later, it's your turn.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Spooky/ Halloween / Horror prompts!
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"content": "Here's some, do which ever one you fancy, note that it is mostly BDSM themed.\n\n1. It started out as a pretty simple challenge for this small all girl team of amateur paranormal investigators. This Haunted Hotel was famous for having any women between the ages of 18 and 40 mysteriously disappear if they stayed in for at least 6 hours, leading to a lot of turnover and it's eventual closure, and despite the efforts of many, none of the victims have been found, and the current owners refuse to tear it down, claiming that doing so would unleash the angry spirits of those who were lost upon the living. So the team heads in and makes the mistake of splitting up, one by one each girl finds herself captured, dragged to a hidden room, stripped, and inescapably bound by whatever plauges the hotel. Thankfully they all have tracking devices, but will at least one of them be able to realize whats happening and escape to get help? Or will she to fail and become one of many victims to this less then pleasant inn?\n\n2. Desperate for some cash, a pair of BFF's (both girls) respond to a craigslist post asking for two women willing to help a warlock with a lewd experiment. When they arrive, the pair is shocked to discover that the warlock is surprisingly young and cute. He explains that he's working on a sexual energy restoration potion, but to finish it so he can artificially manufacture more, he needs the \"love nectar\" (vaginal fluids and breast milk) of two women, and that the batch requires quite a lot of it, so they will both be bound together, milked, and forced to orgasm for *at least* 5 hours.\n\n3. In a small town, its tradition for all the adult men who turned 21 that year to go \"tie or treating\" once the trick or treating is done. It is like trick or treating, except instead of hunting for small candy, they hunt for large candy, gift cards to restaurants, gas station gift cards, video game gift cards, and threaten all the adult women who turned 21 that year who give the treats out with being tied up and taken home to be used as a sex slave for a week. This year one such woman realizes that she forgot about this tradition and already sees a young man approaching her house with a bag in one hand, and a tiny bikini, some rope, and a ball gag in the other."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PI] Cupid has a secret evil twin. Dark cupid causes lust instead of love… and specifically seeks out pairs of people who should definitely NOT be fucking
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"content": "(cont)\n\nSo it is that on Friday our Aphrodite is full of confidence when she arrives at school, having driven herself there. She is in one of the less stylish cars they own, but this is fair. She does only have it for her punishment, after all.\n\nI--\n\nHer punishment. She dwells on it for a moment.\n\nI--\n\nHer heart flutters.\n\nHmm.\n\nOur Hephaestus, meanwhile, is in a foul mood. Yes, his students have been more active. Yes, they do seem politer to him, more respectful. Still, he grumbles. He glowers. He hates having lost his evening. He hates having lost his evening to our Aphrodite, whom he knows is the one who upset his life. He suspects that she has done this on purpose from how the student body talks about what happened, wildly stretched though their version of events may be.\n\nThat she seems almost eager in class only serves to confirm his suspicions, and his mood only worsens as the day goes on.\n\nOur Aphrodite, meanwhile, thinks about our Hephaestus, really thinks about him. He is dashing, in his way. He is older than her, but not by much. A few years, five at the most.\n\nShe shakes the thought of him out of her head. She wonders why she’s so caught up with him while also knowing, in her heart, that she does not need to wonder, that she knows.\n\nShe-- No, I do not know for certain, I am not like either of you-- Yes, I assume the reason is that-- Yes, yes. Look, do you want me to continue on or not? I can leave-- Very well then. Stop interrupting, both of-- All of-- Well, we seem to have quite a bit more of an audience now. If you wish me-- Thank you. Apologies for them.\n\nOur Hephaestus does not think--\n\nI push.\n\nMuch of her, though as the end of the day approaches, and the detention looms, his thoughts about her grow.\n\nShe is lovely, but she is arrogant. The last few days only have made her more so, not less, even with the rumors. She seems to feel no shame at all. It--\n\nI nudge.\n\nInfuriates him. He wants her to show contrition, humility, and all she seems to show is haughty confidence. A part of him growls, suggesting ways she could be made to obey. Suggesting things he could do to her to gain power over her. Most of him does not listen.\n\nI--\n\nBut only most of him. Not all.\n\nOur Aphrodite--\n\nI pull back on the little humility I’ve taught her.\n\nDoes not notice his frustration and anger.\n\nI push.\n\nShe is, in fact, more confident than ever.\n\nI pull back.\n\nSo she fails to notice the glances her classmates exchange as they look from her to their teacher to her again. They wonder if she is ok. They wonder if her detention has her more upset than they had suspected.\n\nThey do not care to act to stop it, mind.\n\nShe has earned it.\n\nBut they wonder.\n\nThe day rolls by, and our Aphrodite’s pretty baubles ask her about her other weekend plans, and she shrugs. She does not know what will happen, but promises to tell them once she is sure. This is unusual, but then, the last few days have been unusual, so they do not question it.\n\nThe end of the school day comes, and students leave by their various means, with the only ones remaining being those who have tasks or those, like our Aphrodite, who must be punished.\n\nOur Aphrodite sets her things as they should be, then treks to the classroom of our Hephaestus. She corrects a few loose hairs before entering, and brushes off anything that may seem off from her clothes. She does not question that she has preened herself, nor does she wonder whom she has preened herself for, though if you asked her she would not know.\n\nOur Hephaestus is pacing, full of anxiety, of frustration, of longing. He misses his once-girlfriend. He misses having sexual relations with others. He does not want to be here. He wants to go to his home and relieve all that is pent up inside him.\nHe watches our Aphrodite walk in. She turns her back to him for a moment as she walks to her seat, and he watches, no, he leers at her. She is lovely.\n\nShe sits, and he is stone-faced once again.\n\nShe smiles at him.\n\n“Well,” she begins, “I’m ready to start learning about not being lazy and respecting others.” She is grace, and politeness. She shifts a bit in her seat. She’s not felt this way in his class before, but then, she’s never really been alone with him before. Not like this.\n\nHis left eye twitches, and he tenses up, but before he can speak, he notices that there is a change in the air. Something is different.\n\nShe notices as well. She shifts again.\n\n“Are you?” he asks, walking over to her. “I don’t know if you’ve been very respectful the last few days. In fact, from what I can tell, you’ve been acting like this is nothing. This isn’t nothing, Ms van Haut.” He puts his hands on her desk and leans down towards her. “This is detention. This is a punishment.”\n\nShe shudders, and shifts in her seat again. A warmth spreads through her.\n\nShe realizes that he’s serious.\n\n“I know, Mr Co-- Mr Cook,” she says, a true blush spreading across her face. She does not know why she began to misspeak, then realizes that she does know why she began to misspeak, why her thoughts began to turn towards him.\n\nHe is very handsome, after all.\n\n(cont below)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The old legends go that the elven queen went to fight the archdemon alone. For 6 long days they fought, and she returned victorious, and mystical bore a child. See if you can't pick out the actual happening.
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"content": "Part 1 \n\nHe stood on the ridge, watching it all play out. In the distance, a tide of red, black, blue, gold, gray, and white duelled within itself across the opposite ridge. Trebuchets launched rocks at each other with bolts of magic also being seen. Thousands of opposite banners: some orderly, pristine, elegant, others more primitive, dark, and outright unnerving. He sighed, slumping into the ground. Soon, it would be over. He looked to the sky. His sharpened teeth gritted as his dark eyes gazed for something. Anything. \nDammit. The bastard can’t come down himself! \n\nJust then, an arrow whipped past his head. He squinted. Was that on purpose or did his assailant *miss*? \n“You call that a ‘shot’?” He barked as he turned, his horned head raising a brow. His eyes widened. Well, this was interesting. He stood to meet the woman in armor. You could tell by the stance, the way she moved, the hips even. Whom was this? A champion of the Gods that cursed him? A lone wanderer? A suicidal fanatic. He sniffed the air. No. This was different. Roses, oil, sanctified oil- in fact (good choice), and… some other flowers. Lillies. “So, you are my would-be assailant.” He said, bowing in the more regal fashion. One clawed hand on his stomach, wings folded, and other arm outstretched. \n\n“Well met, Archdemon.” The voice was familiar. He looked at her. No respect in it, good. All the better. “Your Highness, I wasn’t expecting you to be by yourself,” he frowned. Where are the guards? An ambush? His own he had sent away. None were to see him die. \n\n“I came alone, demon.” She said, hand on her sword and the other on her shield. The crossed spear and olive branch behind a roaring lion told him of the Royal House, its values and its dignity. It would make a good story for her and her children. \n“So be it,” he said. “Mine are over there as well.” He confessed, flicking a thumb. Her eyes were on him. He braced for a fight, circling. He gazed at the blade as she too circled him. He gazed at her form. All vitals covered, even the neck, excellent. He had made sure not to wear his own, all the easier. \n\n*’C’mon, make a move. I know you can.’* he thought. They did this several times. Inwardly he frowned. Why wasn’t she attacking?! Gods damn it! \n\nHe turned to see if anything was behind him. No. Weird, he thought- the sound of metal on dirt drew him from his thoughts. Finally! \n\nHe struck with his claws, not too fast, but not yo slow-give her a challenge, but not so overwhelming. She blocked it with her shield, then struck at belly. He leaned back, his belly grazed by the blade, forming a thin scar that turned red seconds later. Dammit, disembowelment was too slow- too painful- head or heart. \n\nShe struck his foot, making him cry out in pain. He flew back, landing on one foot and looked down. It was now dangling by a thread. His face paled. Well, it was a good hit. Then, the flesh hardened around it, the meat mysteriously healing. Wait a minute. That wasn’t how it was supposed to go. \n\n“Did you bless that blade?” He asked, seeing her charge. No answer. He tossed his now useless foot at her and flew back. “She grunted, then aimed her sword. Lightning flew from it, again and again. He dodged. Something was off. The Queen of the forested kingdom of Pera had a talent for both sorcery and battle. She was fighting like a barely journeyman battlemage. Fine then. He snorted. \n\nThe next time she aimed at him, he let her have it. He writhed in agony, crashing upon the soil as flesh burned and cooked. He lay there for a few moments before turning over with herself over him. Her blade on his neck, her shield tossed aside. “Go ahead, do it.” He told her. He closed his eyes. Finally, it was over. Let the Halls take him. His torture was over. He fekt the blade mice away and then silence. She grunted and… he opened his eyes to see the sword was embedded in the dirt next to him. “What truck is this? What is your game?” She asked. “No game, none. Do what you need to do.” He answered. *’Kill me. KILL ME!’* \n“No,” she told him, crossing her arms. Dammit… Gods damn the fates, the curse. And- \n\n“Why?” He asked, his tears welling. *”Whyyyy?!”* he started to sob. “End it.” He leaned forward. He touched the blade expecting it to burn. Nothing. He glared at it and her. \n\nIn the distance, the dark tide collapsed, having been flanked. It then started to rout and disappear as it fled. \nHe looked at her, exasperated. “Am I to be imprisoned then? Am I to be tortured… forever?!” He asked in anger. “The War God makes me into *this*, has me do his work for him for millennia- and I get nothing pain and madness for it all?! No life or family to call my own save the horde and now it all ends… with you putting me in prison?! Are you all insane as he is?!” He pointed a finger at her. “I killed millions for you, you bastard! End me!” He cried. The sky rumbled in response. He grunted. The memories of the torture, the experiments, the rage and sadness, the blood…. Everything. All for nothing."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [CC] [PI] The Doll
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"content": "(2/3)\n\nShe resolved then to be more open. To say yes, or at least *not* say no, more frequently. And he fucked her. He fucked her *daily.* She told herself he was just making up for lost time. That eventually he’d wear himself out and they’d go back to a more reasonable frequency. Once a week maybe? But a month passed and he was still asking for it every night. When she had had her period he’d wanted it twice a day. She rarely really enjoyed the sex. It was hard to, when you spent so much energy just trying to keep up with the demand.\n\nShe ruminated about what he’d said: he only wanted intimacy with her. The idea she hatched was simple, and tonight it was time to put it into action. As Jim’s ejaculate pooled between her legs on the mattress; as his breathing slowed and he began to snore, she decided to move forward with it once and for all. She climbed out of bed, down the stairs, logged on to the site, and pulled up the saved order. \n\nShe tweaked the Doll’s measurements, glancing at a sheet where some figures were scrawled from the dress fitting she’d had done earlier in the day. She adjusted the skin tone and hair color, comparing the samples the company had mailed to her own. She uploaded the 100 words of voice samples she’d carefully recorded. Finally, she plugged the cord from the long, skinny, purple device into the USB-C port on the computer and carefully inserted the device itself. She pressed *START* on the screen and felt it begin to inflate inside her, molding itself to her vaginal canal, mimicking every contour. The hilt of it bubbled around her vulva, recording the shape of her pubic mound, her labia, the number of hairs and the length and geometry to which they’d been trimmed.\n\nThen it pulsated, measuring how her body responded to the movement of a phallus inside it. Maximizing the accuracy of the Doll’s mimic. The motions brought her an unexpected sensation of pleasure. Despite herself, she let her head fall loosely to the side, arched her back, and enjoyed the orgasm her husband hadn’t provided.\n\n“Two more weeks.” She reminded herself as the entered her credit card information and submitted the order. Then the Doll could substitute for her when she didn’t feel like it. She’d made it insatiable—Jim could fuck it hourly and it would want him still. And the best part: he would never know it wasn’t her. All her friends had tried to achieve martial bliss by creating a Doll that represented someone else—someone that catered to desires they themselves would rather not. She’d created a version of *herself* that would cater to her husbands every desire. His friends thought their wives were the best for giving them an outlet. \n\nJim would get what he asked for, retaining his wife *herself,* as the best outlet. At least as far as he knew.\n\nShe unpacked the Doll on a Wednesday afternoon while Jim was at work and headed to the airport an hour later. After six weeks of daily (and sometimes more) service, she felt like a human fleshlight. She was letting the Doll’s debut provide her a much needed vacation: two weeks touring Europe. If she’d designed it correctly, he’d never know. The doll was basically her, after all. Just with a higher libido. What could go wrong?\n\nMia returned early on a Thursday. It was an odd sensation seeing a twin she didn’t have tidying her house as she entered. She quickly said the passphrase she’d set up (“Mia is such a clever girl”) and the Doll’s face went blank as it entered an admin mode. It stowed itself in a cabinet inside her crafting room at her direction; where Jim would never look.\n\nThe tour of Europe had been amazing. The number of European men who’d hit on her had been even more so. She had, of course, remained faithful to Jim, but all the pent-up hormones had her needing his cock now in a way she hadn’t since they were newlyweds. She counted this an added benefit to employing the Doll; it provided an opportunity for her desire to grow. Now she could truly be intimate with her husband in a way she’d been long missing, despite their mismatched libidos.\n\nShe was waiting for him in the bedroom when he got home. She’d spent an hour edging herself. She’d fantasize about having a cock inside her. The cock of the French man she’d met on the tour the third day, or the German man she’d met the second to last. Or Jim’s, yes, his would feel nice too. She barely managed to stop herself before losing control each time. When he walked in she was quite literally dripping with need. He was clearly pleased. “Oh, someone’s excited to repeat last night’s adventure!” He said suggestively. \n\nMia kicked herself, mentally, for not downloading the logs from the Doll. *It will be fine,* she reassured herself. After all, this was Jim, her caring, considerate husband. She knew him well—even if she didn’t know the particulars of last night… or the last two weeks. She was sure to pick it up quickly. Wasn’t she?\n\nThe handcuffs should have answered her internal questions, but they seemed mild enough to roll with. Besides, what could she do, admit that she had no idea what her sex life with her husband had entailed over the last 14 days? Admit that she’d left him with a robot because she’d grown tired of his need for her? Lost desire for him? No. Out of the question.\n\nJim laid her face down, handcuffs stretched from her wrists to the headboard. Then he shackled her feet. Mia whimpered involuntarily. \n\nJim made a moaning sound in response to the whimper. Mia could hear the smile behind it. “Oh, playing victim tonight. I love that.” He reached between her legs, rubbing her cunt. “Already wet, I like that too.” He said. And he plunged into her.\n\n“Jim” she gasped from the sudden force of it. \n\n“Who’s my little whore.” He said thrusting even harder.\n\n“Jim, that hurts, stop! Please.” The last word took on a begging tone after he *sped up* at the word stop.\n\n“Mmm yeah baby, it’s so hot when you do that.”\n\n“D-do what?” Tears were streaming down her face now, she felt like she might actually be ripped in two if he kept this up.\n\n“Oh yeah Mia, it’s just so hot, pretending like you’re actually helpless.” It seemed to take forever, but eventually his thrusts started to become sharper, less regular. He groaned and filled her cunt. Then he spat on her. “Such a good little whore.”\n\nHer body shook as she fought back sobs. He didn’t seem to notice. She inhaled sharply, remembering that she had to keep up the pretense. She couldn’t admit what she’d done. It was too embarrassing; and he’d be livid.\n\nShe breathed a sigh of relief as he let her out of the restraints. She rose slowly, carefully. Her mind assessing the damage each painful sensation hinted at. *I’ll just clean myself up,* she thought. *A warm bath to soothe the soreness…*\n\nBut he pushed her down onto her knees and slapped her across the face with his now half-hard cock. “Make me hard again.” He commanded. \n\n(Continues)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She got to taste & feel a lot of cocks working her glory hole booth. Then last night she found the perfect cock that she has to marry. The only issue is that checking her cameras revealed that the owner of that perfect cock is her brother who didn't know who was working her glory hole.
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"content": "They say curiosity kills the cat. In this case though, curiosity gets the pussy rather *wet*.\n\nSophie never really intended to be a gloryhole slut - it just happened. One warm boring day off of classes from college found her loitering around town, looking for either (1) part time jobs or (2) entertainment that even college students on a budget can afford. Which was, well, not much as she couldn't even afford the movies. So she stuck to things that were free, such as window shopping. \n\nAnd that is how she found herself off in a rather quiet place on the outskirts of town, in front of a nondescript building. The building itself was nondescript, but the storefront was, well. *Huh*. Sophie didn't even know the town had a shop like this. The display was rather loud - different sizes and types of dildos were on display, as well as stacks of what looked like old-fashioned tapes. Sophie glanced up at the building, then back to the door, surprised to see that the shop doesn't even have a name or sign to advertise itself. \n\nNow, Sophie was aware that she was a young woman lingering near what seemed to be a sketchy sex shop, at a rather quiet and secluded part of town, but that didn't stop her from opening the door and going in to have a quick look around. The guy on the counter - the shopkeep, she assumes - just gave a quick glance when she got in, but went back to his own devices when it seemed she wouldn't ask anything of him. The shop looked well-stocked, with the inventory inside looking like a mix of the old and new ways of being lewd. There was a whole wall dedicated to back copies of porn mags, mixed with some modern ecchi and hentai mangas. A stand with bottles of lube. Dildos both jelly and in body safe silicone. A spiky, scary looking fuck machine encased in glass in the middle near the counter. \n\nBut what intrigued Sophie the most were the stalls at the back. She pushed open the door to one and saw what seemed like pillows scattered on the floor, and a round hole in the wall of the stall. There was a turned off screen mounted on the wall, and what seemed like some DVDs to choose from. \n\nInteresting. \n\n---\n\nOn that fateful day, Sophie did not get to suck dick through the gloryhole. She was disappointed, and apparently it looked obvious enough to the shopkeeper, who told her to come back on the weekend. And *cum* back, she did. \n\nMonths later, she was a regular at the gloryhole. It was a way for her to enjoy herself and pass the time. She also sometimes got money tips for her mouth, which was an unexpected bonus. She now had money to spare for dining out, for some new shoes, and heck, for one of the vibrators she was eying at the store. It was all good.\n\nAnd all the *cock*. There were days where she was not only swimming in it, she was drowning in it. They had to hang a \"taking a 1 hour break\" over her stall and everything. There were still slow days, of course, where she would take the opportunity to lazily tease her cunt while she watched some actress take a pounding. And then there were days that she wanted nothing else than someone to barge into her stall and just *take* her sodden pussy. Not that any of them did - men coming in were mostly respectful, and those that weren't earned the ire of the shopkeep. \n\nBut she was happy, balancing the life of a college student and a secret slut. And she was content to stay like that. \n\nUntil today. \n\nIt was another slow day. She was fully naked in her stall, thinking about either masturbating or starting on some of her homework (what odd, odd choices she can make now), when she could hear someone knock from the other side of her stall. She quickly sat up and knelt in front of the hole in the wall, eager to see what would pop in. \n\nAnd *oh*, she was not disappointed. A thick white cock is pushed through the hole, the fat head already leaking precum. It was straight and erect, and damn, she was suddenly curious what his balls looked like too. \n\nShe firmly held the base and eagerly put her lips around the head, not wanting to tease. Normally she would, but something about this cock made her rather ravenous. *Hungry*. Her mouth was watering, spit dribbling down her chin down to her bare tits. She swirled her tongue against the tip, getting all of that precum on her tongue. \n\nShe bobbed her head down further, her lips stretched around his girth. His cock was already giving her a mouthful even if she hadn't had him fully in yet, and she was loving it. She braced herself against the wall and slid her lips down his shaft, her tongue playing with the rigid flesh that was inside her mouth. \n\nShe wasn't even touching herself yet, but she felt her cunt dripping with want as his cock hits the back her mouth. She lets up, leaving her lips kissing the tip of his dick, before taking a deep breath and trying to take him in deeper. \n\nUp, down, up, down, *gluck*, *gah*, *ulck*. She was gagging and choking on his dick and she did not want this to stop. If she passed out because of this dick, she would be happy. \n\nShe could feel him pulsing and throbbing in her mouth, down her throat. And fuck, she wanted *more*. Her whole body was hot and full of *want*, and she didn't know what she'd do if she couldn't get more of this cock. \n\nShe pulls herself up with a slick *pop* from his dick. She takes a moment to admire how beautiful his cock looks coated in her spit, before she turns around and spreads her thighs just a little, so she can grind her cunt against his meat. \n\nShe smiles when she hears a groan from the next stall over. He wants it too. \n\nMaking a mental note to buy Plan B later, she reaches back and guides the tip of his cock to her slit. She rubs his cock up and down, teasing both of them before she finally, *finally*, sinks down onto his cock. Fuck - he's bigger than the last dildo she got, and definitely thicker than her last hookup. She moans, loving how it felt. \n\nHe seems eager for it too. He takes a moment to pause, to enjoy how her cunt stretches around his cock, before starting at a quick pace. Her mouth has left him eager for something tight and hot to cum into, and while her throat was nice, this was even nicer. \n\nSophie on the other hand, had to hold on to something, anything, as she gets the fucking she's always wanted. Her legs are a weak, quivering mess when she cums, her pussy clenching and tightening over his girth. \n\nHe cums shortly after, thick warm spurts into her bare pussy. Sticky hot cum drips out of her pounded cunt and down her thighs, and she definitely doesn't mind. \n\nShe has enough sense of mind left after to pull herself off and lick his cock clean before he pulls out of the gloryhole, leaving Sophie a sweaty, sticky, utterly fucked mess of a woman. \n\n---\n\nSophie emerges from her stall half an hour later, intent on going home early and taking a shower. She was still riding the high from such a steamy hookup, and it apparently shows. The shopkeep just chuckles and shakes his head at her face. \n\n\"You look like you had a good time,\" he quips, smirking. \n\n\"So I did,\" Sophie replies, not even denying it. \"God, I wish I knew it was, I'd love to marry his dick.\"\n\n\"Going monogamous now? Going to leave us here sad and whore-less?\" The shopkeeper jokes, smiling at Sophie. \"I was going to show you the CCTV feed, but now...\"\n\nSophie's eyes widen at the implied offer. To know who it was - fuck, she'd really like that. \"Please? Pretty please with sugar on top? I promise to suck you off on your next shift,\" Sophie says, batting her eyelashes at the shopkeeper. \n\nThe shopkeeper just snorts. \"You well know I'd prefer to be the one sucking dick,\" he replies, rolling his eyes. \"But fiiiine. Just don't go crazy stalking him or whatever.\" He lifts part of the counter up and gestures towards the back door, where the CCTV feed is. \n\n\"Thanks!\" Sophie says, before rushing to the back room. She owes him dinner, or something. But *now*, well, the focus is on finding out who the-man-with-the-perfect-cock is, or at least finding out what he looks like.\n\nIt should be easy - today was a slow day for the store. Sophie winds the tape back for an hour or so - how long was she in there with him - and freezes. \n\n*Fuck*. The screen is showing the camera right outside the stalls, and it is very clearly showing her a familiar face, one who she just saw this afternoon before heading out. \n\nShe keeps rewinding that part over and over, looking for an angle, any angle that will disprove the fact that it was in fact *Tom* - mild-mannered Tom, Tom who helped her out in filling out college forms, Tom who taught her how to swim, Tom - \n\nOh fuck, it is Tom, isn't it. \n\nBut when she remembers his cock, and how it pulsed and filled her up earlier, why does she still feel...*right*? \n\nFuck.\n\n~~Hi I hope this isn't super late~~"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A tomboy finds a sexy choker one day, feeling strangely compelled to wear it. Little does she know, it's possessed by the ghost of a cheerleader, a very horny cheerleader...
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"content": "I hear a voice in my head. I just slipped the choker on after getting back to my dorm room. It’s black, plain, almost collar-like. Pretty basic, but I think it goes with my outfit. Blue jeans, a black band tee-shirt, this new choker, and a NY Yankee’s cap. “Hello? You have GOT to be kidding me.” The voice says.\n\nI look back and forth. The walls are pretty thin in the residence building, so it’s not uncommon to hear voices. But that one sounded like it came from inside my head. “Huh? Hey? Who was that?” I ask.\n\n“Hi! I’m Brittany, the one who’s choker you are absolutely DEFILING by pairing it with that disgusting, tattered Nirvana shirt.” \n\nIt’s a Led Zeppelin shirt. Literally one of the few things on it is the band name. I’m not sure how she made that mistake or if she’s supposed to be joking, but I don’t think about that.\n\n“Oh, sorry, I didn’t know it was- wait, where are you?”\n\n“Hm. Well, I’m dead, I guess, but that really doesn’t mean you can just take my clothes and put them on your greasy skin!”\n\nSomeone who cared more about her skin would be hurt. I personally am glad I don’t have acne, and don’t know how to tell whether my pores are big or small, and I like it that way. Brittany must know, though, and mine must be big. Whatever.\n\n“Sorry, Brittany, one more time, did you say dead?”\n\n“Like, yeah. Keep up. But I was wearing the choker when I died, so, basically, I’m with you now.”\n\nThat’s ridiculous. I know it’s ridiculous. And I go to take off the choker, but I swear it’s not because I believe her or anything. Anyway, though, when I go to take off the choker, the latch won’t open.\n\n“Hey! No way! I haven’t been able to do anythinggggg for like forever. Being dead sucks and you’re not gonna send me back to being a choker in a ditch again, are you?”\n\n“Huh? No.” I say. I had, in fact, been thinking about taking the choker off and putting it back in the ditch where I found it, but it seems like that’s not an option, and I don’t really want to antagonize someone who can keep herself stuck on my neck for the foreseeable future.\n\n“Good! Now, we’re going out. But… not in this. It’s an embarrassment. Let’s see what else you’ve got.”\n\nIn one of the most bizarre sensations I’ve felt in my entire life, I feel my legs begin to move against my will, and move on their own. I feel myself walk to my dorm closet without having any say in it. Presumably, this is Brittany’s doing, and presumably, she’s trying to look through my stuff. She opens the closet door and I tense up, somehow. At least those muscles still work. \n\n“Hey! What the fuck are you doing, Brittany!” My stash is in my closet. I wouldn’t say I’m embarrassed that I smoke weed, but maybe Brittany’s gonna be a bitch about it. She died a long time ago, and might be a narc. \n\nHer disembodied ghost voice giggles. Do you know how irritating that is? To have someone possess your limbs and just giggle when you try to ask them what they’re doing.\n\n“I’m serious!” I shout at her. “What’re you doing!”\n\n“Sweetie.” She says. I hate the way she says Sweetie, it’s so condescending. “Wait, what’s your name?” \n\n“I’m Alex” I tell her, through gritted teeth.\n\n“Alex? Oh my god. Even your name’s like a boy’s. Alex, do you have ANY clothes a real woman would wear?” She obviously isn’t seeing enough dresses in my closet, but I mean, I do have one black skirt."
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"content": "When the office gets busy,there is no time for bathroom breaks everyone just let's down their pants and if they want to go they just signal the tolet who walks upto them and drink it all without spilling a drop.\n\nYou are teaching a class and want to pee badly. You can't stop halfway so you just decided to go a little in your pants. The problem is you forgot how much you had drunk and once it started it didn't stop for a long time.\n\nYou have eard of slip and slide now get ready for pissin slide,where you slide between people's legs who are squatting down and letting the floodgates flow."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: It had been her girlfriend's idea to spin a wheel to decide their wedding theme. Curiously, it landed on "shotgun". This gave them the unique task of needing to both get pregnant for their walk down the aisle...
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"content": "“What do you mean you won’t stick your dick in us?!”\n\n“Exactly what you just fucking said Jessy!” \n\nThis shouting match was basically a copy and paste of those two statements as Jesse circles with you, both of you having being best friends since middle school made sure that a conversation like this wasn’t too far from the natural… but the situation that you’re in? Definitely out of the natural.\n\n“It’s just sex! Just fuck us already!” \n\nJessy says, jumping over the bed, and subsequently, over her girlfriend Via. You see, Jessy and Via are pansexual and are deeply in love. Infact they are getting married in about 9 months. Which is why you’re here.\n\n“Fuck you Jessy! I’m not getting into a love triangle with you and your fiancé!” \nA defiant cry escapes your throat, something you were certain of, at least right now. Jesse and Via had known you for a while now, and y’all got along great. Jessy was rich, one of the upper echelons of the business you were working at and Via was the executive who was head of your department. Both of them got together after you introduced them and have since been happy. One thing that was strange though was that they had taken you out to drink last night, and along with your drinks they planted subtle hints about what they wanted, and after being thoroughly drunk, they brought you home. One thing they had forgotten was the fact that you cared about them very dearly… and that you were extremely supportive of their relationship. They didn’t sleep with you yesterday, thank god, but they did make sure to tell you their plan today, earlier, 5 mins ago.\n\n“I’m not ruining your time together. You two are a lovely couple and I’m not getting in the middle of it!”\n\n“Fuck you! You’re putting a baby in both of us, you signed the fucking waiver!”\n\n“What waiver?! You don’t have a piece of paper! I can’t do this to you!” \n\nAnother game of catch the dick is played by Jessy as you manage to evade her again, she was getting kinda pissed off at this now, her eyes fall onto her more submissive partner, who nods subtly in understanding.\n\n“Cmon~ it’s a SHOTGUN prompt, we both need to be pregnant or else we fail~”\n\n“I am not. No, no you two are my best friends and you two are together, you won’t cheat on me eachother with me!”\n\n“Not even for our bodies~? I know you’ve had crushes on us both before we got together~ cmon just stick your dick in us already!!”\n\n“Those weren’t crushes, but admiration! You taught me a lot about my job and Via quite literally was my senior at work! I’m not doing this, Jesse!”\n\nThe start of another rush began, but only the start, as you began to move you forgot, she had a partner in crime. In a matter of moments you were trapped in the hold of Via, a devious grin on her face as she locks your upper body, and in horror, she tries to swing you off balance with your movements. And you could only watch in horror as Jessy approaches, now much faster then a weighed down you.\n\n“Jessy! Don’t do this, I swear on Allah if you fucking do this-“\n\n“Shut up and enjoy this you prick, making me all sweaty before the real workout begins… but since Via’s holding you, I want your consent.”\n\n“… I do not.”\n\n“… please?”\n\n“No.”\n\n“Pretty please?”\n\n“Absolutely not.”\n\n“I’ll give you a blowjob!”\n\n“Absolutely not my decision is-“\n\nVia squeezed your arms as she spoke up for the first time since this chase began, speaking out loud as she holds you in her arms.\n\n“Sugar mommas, final offer.”\n\n“… spending limit?”\n\n“None.”\n\n“… child support?”\n\n“We’ll get there when we get there.”\n\n“…well fuck.” \n\nThis was pretty… good, especially with lay offs coming to your company soon from information from Via, you could really use some extra cash. This was something to consider heavily. Jessy saw this, and tried to capitalize off of it.\n\n“Oh? Money problems~ why didn’t you call us~ you know for a small price we could make all your money problems go away~ just give us what we want, ok?”\n\n“… this’ll bite me in the ass.”\n\n“No it won’t, I don’t like to rim people~”\n\nThat was the conversation about 4 years ago, you had managed to knock them up after a few weeks of trying, and they had a blast. The wedding went great, everybody was surprised to find them both pregnant but they never told people who was the father. Thank fuck nobody suspected you… unfortunately it did come to bite you in the ass, as it turns out they both found eachother very sexy while dealing with pregnancy, bigger tits, more time together? The whole package. That just meant they wanted more siblings, and who else to ask then you? So… you did end up getting laid off, what a surprise, but who was there with the limo to pick you up on your last day and help you move in? Jessy and Via of course. And since then you’ve been living with them, a stay at home husband of sorts. Although not on paper, you’re essentially a third to their duo. They have made it very clear that you wouldn’t spend a lot of time getting with girls as they freaked out at the prospect, and while you aren’t included in every sexy time when the kids are sleeping, a solid amount does have you included. Which brings us too tonight. Again, you were circling the bed, and again Jessy was chasing you. Why this time? She had an official contract to add you to the spouse list off the record. That and a ring that fits your measurements perfectly… guess this time you’ll be asking for a bit more then before."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] I am struggling to get into writing today. So shoot me a nice, hot idea for some sex scene.
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"content": "A guy agrees to help his best friend deal with a late-night panic attack by spooning her to sleep. She agrees, and they settle in together. In the warmth of the moment, unable to resist, he plants a kiss or two on her shoulder and she freezes up immediately. Realising what he's done, he immediately apologises and tries to disengage, but she grabs his hand and cups it around her breast. What happens next?"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You've finally done it! You're the first alchemist to create a true Mana Potion. However, it requires 8oz of a 50/50 mixture of fairy cum and they're so small! What's an alchemist to do?
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"content": "“Just come and see for yourself, you won’t regret it!” Elianna’s words rang through Emmerich’s mind as the woods continued to narrow “The woods best clear soon or I am going to regret it” he thought to himself. If they narrowed much further he would have to dismount his steed and continue afoot.\r \n\r \nEmmerich looked over his shoulder the sun had risen high behind him since he had set out earlier this morning. He had not seen Elianna in almost a decade, since their graduation from the Guild of Alchemy. Until last night, at first glance he had thought her a stranger, deep in his cups she had approached him at his lone table at the tavern. \r \n\r \nAdventurers of all kinds bustled about the tavern as Elianna sat across from him, one look was all it had taken to pique his curiosity. Elianna had arrived at the Guild a poor orphan and now here she was, based on her outfit she was easily the wealthiest person in the tavern full of knights, rangers and rogues. \r \n\r \nThey had spent hours catching up on the last decade before Elianna had finally disclosed her true intent. She had asked Emmerich to come work for her! He looked into her ruby-adorned necklace and accepted to at least come and see the place but he wasn’t sure she was to be believed. Elianna had claimed to have discovered the secret to a Mana potion that would replenish a Mana user’s reserves back to full power! It was unheard of.\r \n\r \nLost in thought of the night before, fear beginning to replace the curiosity in Emmerich’s heart, he was brought back to focus by the woods suddenly ending. There it was. Elianna’s keep was perched upon a cliff’s edge above a beach. Emmerich approached the gate as a guard welcomed him and stabled his horse. \r \n\r \n “This way sir, Lady Elianna has been waiting” another guard gestured to the heavy doors of the keep. “Of course” responded Emmerich ‘Lady Elianna’ excitement welled inside him as he was beginning to think she may have been telling the truth after all.\r \n\r \n“Emmerich, you made it!” crooned Elianna as they entered the hall. “Thank you Gellen” she added to the guard. “Come, Emmerich, come. I am dying to show you the stock!” \r \n\r \nEmmerich followed her deeper into the keep. She was dressed more modestly today. Leather boots and pants, a white, sleeveless cloth shirt. More like a farmhand than an alchemist he thought. The only thing that give her away was the belt and sash adorned with vials and potions.\r \n\r \n“Okay, I can’t wait any longer, it’s fairies” she squealed and hopped with excitement. This was the Elianna he knew, the cute bubbly alchemist. Not the powerful and intimidating women he had spent the night before with.\r \n\r \n“Fairies?” he said plainly “You’ve found a way to breed fairies?” this would explain the wealth as fairies were notoriously hard to catch and had to be killed to be made into fairy dust for potions “Alchemists have been using fairy dust in potion-making for centuries. You couldn’t possibly be using fairy dust for a potion of the quality you spoke of?”\r \n\r \nShe smirked a wicked smile “I never said I’m using their dust” and with that, she pushed open a final set of doors as they stepped out into a large room, with a high glass ceiling. It was obvious Elianna had used a wizard's help to build this place. If it wasn’t for the ceiling and the stone walls one would be forgiven for thinking they were deep in the woods. The floor was grass and flowers. The room smelled of nature.\r \n\r \nA half dozen workers were tending to the aviaries that filled the room. “This way” Elianna said proudly as she saw the look of wonder on Emmerich’s face. She first took him to an aviary in a dark corner a glass cross-section showed an ancient-looking tree house, the house was a few feet taller than a grown man and inside a dozen or so old and wrinkled fairies were tending to babies and toddlers of their species. “A nursery!” exclaimed Emmerich. He couldn’t believe it. There has never been a documented case of a single fairy living longer than a few days in captivity and yet, here he looked upon at least a score of them.\r \n\r \nElianna had to drag him away as he smiled at the small toddler flapping his wings vigorously to achieve a few seconds of hovering before crashing down on the soft ground filled with laughter. “As you can see they are perfectly happy here. once they leave breeding age the older fairies are content to spend their days nursing the younglings”\r \n\r \n“Incredible.” he thought aloud\r \n\r \n“Hardly. Now, this is incredible” she said\r \n\r \nThey had crossed the room and gone through another pair of doors as Elianna gestured to the next aviary “The breeding grounds”\r \n\r \nEmmerich guessed there had to be 20 or 30 fairies in this aviary and he couldn’t believe his eyes. Inside, the fairies were all in various stages of lewdness. Their colorful wings glimmered and shone in the low light granted by small shimmering orbs spread across the aviary. Inside their tree house and all around the gardens their small cloth coverings lay discarded and forgotten. Their small six-inch tall bodies looked mostly human aside from their wings, bright eyes and pointed teeth of the males. He grew aroused at the sight of one fairy with straw-colored hair as one male planted his seed inside her and another smaller male took his place and started breeding the female.\r \n\r \n“They are closer to animals than man, they don’t speak and can not use tools but they sure look and fuck like us” said Elianna with a smirk as she noticed the bulge beginning to grow in Emmerich’s pants.\r \n\r \n“Oh sorry i-” \r \n\r \n“It’s fine” she laughed “I can barely go a day without lying with one or two of my farmhands after watching these horny bastards go at it all day, you should try the libido potion we feed to them” Emmerich was stunned “Come on, time to finally see the actual product” she giggled again.\r \n\r \nThe final aviary contained a score each of male and female fairies but these were in small individual rooms sparsely filled with cushions, food, water and a dim floating orb for light. The row of male rooms had a small opening in the wall, about half of them had their cock’s placed in the opening. While the females had small half-egg-shaped chairs with prosthetic cocks protruding from the chair. Emmerich watched on as a fairy achieved orgasm and squirted her ejaculate as the chair collected it. The cross-section of the aviary allowed Emmerich to see the steam engines and pumps powering the whole thing while the product was collected in large barrels.\r \n\r \n“We rotate them out from here and the breeding pen every few days. Once they're spent it’s off to the nurseries to raise the young. I have a lot of help here Emmerich but what i need is another alchemist working alongside me. I’ll understand if you don’t want to work for me, you can have as long as you need to think it over”\r \n\r \n“Don’t bother” responded Emmerich “I can start today”."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When a cat girl's roommates slipped it into the house rules that she could pay her rent in blowjobs, they were expecting to embarrass her and have a cheeky laugh. They were surprised when her eyes lit up and her full lips broke into a broad smile...
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"content": "The setting is a bit different from the prompt limiting it to just one catgirl and one roommate.\n\nI wasn't all that serious writing this but feel free to leave some feedback if you like.“\n\nKaterine, we need to talk.”\n\nWith a serious look you addressed the catgirl occupying the couch in the living room. \n\n“Buzz off, I’m busy.”\n\nWith a wave of her hand she signals you her unwillingness to even start this conversation before moving it back into her bag of chips. Well… your chips.\n\n“You’re not and that’s precisely what we’re going to discuss.” You press the matter.\n\n“Hmm, what’s your deal then?” Kat asked before stuffing her face with more snacks. She wipes the grease on her fingers off on her shirt, tearing it slightly with her claws.\n\n“For fucks sake Kat, my clothes are two sizes too small for your fat tits. Wear your own damn rags and cut those claws already.” You sigh.\n\n“Nah, my stuff is smelly. You can wash it later if you want.” She doesn’t even bother taking her eyes off the TV screen talking to you.You reach for the remote and turn off the TV before sitting down at the table directly in front of Kat.\n\n“Ugh, fine. Let’s talk. What’s it about this time, hmm?” She sits up straight and goes for a big stretch.\n\nYour shirt really is a few sizes too small for her, tightening around her ample chest and exposing her stomach. Even with all the snacking she does, her body is in great shape with wide hips, a narrow waistline and smooth long legs. Nobody could tell her apart from an ordinary human woman if not for the twitchy cat ears and bushy tail matching her blonde hair - and her tendency to laze around in ungodly awkward positions.\n\nAs she sits down again her tight shorts slightly dig into her soft thighs. Kat knows that you can’t stay mad at her for long when you’re at half mast. She’s been watching your reactions very closely in the past to figure out how to have her way. However, this time you feel prepared and determined to turn things around.\n\n“We’ll get straight to the point, Kat. You need to pay your share of the rent. I'm working my ass off to cover for you, yet you’re just lazing around all day playing games and bossing me around. We’re both members of this household and you’ve got to contribute as well.” You lecture her.\n\n“Kinda worked out so far. Just so you know, I’ll not be cooking or anything.” Kat remarks with an annoyed look.\n\n“Oh no, you’ll not be cooking. We know your taste buds are weird and you’d probably blow up the kitchen.” You sigh, shaking your head. “Anyhow… Everytime you’re gonna get into trouble, you start flaunting that needlessly hot body of yours trying to talk your way out. So either you start actually helping out or you put that mouth to some better use if you catch my drift.”\n\nUsually you give in when she starts looking at you with her big round eyes and smiling innocently with her thick luscious lips. How could anyone be mad after seeing that? This time however you find no trace of faked innocence on her face. Her eyes are narrowed and her ears stand at attention as she smiles wide and deviously.\n\n“Ohhhh, finally grew a pair, hmm? Actually I’ve been thinking the same. How do you humans say it? Suck the cock that feeds you? I’d be down for that!”\n\nKat slides to the side of the couch and lightly taps on the free space next to her.\n\n“Whatcha waiting for? Plant your sweet ass over here.\n\n”She laughs seeing your dumbfounded expression.\n\n“What did you expect? Me being all - oh nyooo I’ll do anything for you but thaaat… Yeah, no. Get sucked nerd.”\n\n“It’s been a long time since you’ve been that talkative Katerine.” You remark sitting down right next to her.\n\nIs she actually serious? She's probably just joking.\n\n“Shut up and get your cock out. I’m missing a good chunk of my TV show thanks to you, so you better make it worthwhile!” Kat complains while unzipping your pants.\n\nYou freeze up.\n\n“Ohhh, you’re actually packing!”She gasps freeing you from the confinement of your boxers.\n\n“Heh, can’t believe you kept that from me for so long. A thick juicy cock growing nice and hard for me… Ahhhhh…”\n\nShe circles her long tongue around your erect dick, drenching it with her saliva.\n\n“You’re always staring at my tits, soooo…”\n\nShe tears a hole in her shirt with one of her claws and slides your shaft through it, enveloping you with her soft breasts. The tight shirt squeezes her heavy bosom snugly against your cock.\n\n“I’m sure you’ll be nice and cosy in there for now.”\n\nYou slowly regain your bearings.\n\n“Katerine, you’re actually doing this? I didn’t actually…”\n\n“Shut up, you’re ruining my immersion!” Kat interjects and softly lashes at your face with her tail.\n\nLooks like you won’t be able to wimp out at this point.\n\nShe starts bouncing her chest up and down on your lap, gently stroking your hard member with her tits. Both her tail on your face and her breasts around your shaft feel pleasantly warm and soft. You feel oddly relaxed and your racing heart starts to calm.\n\nKat stops and turns on her side. Your cock is coated in precum as it slides out of the hole in her shirt.\n\n“You’re so cute when you don’t talk, you know. I’ll be enjoying my treat now, I hope you’re ready.” She smirks with her head resting on your lap and her gaze glued to your throbbing dick. You shudder as she kisses your shaft before stroking it slowly with her voluptuous lips. Every time she stops just before reaching the tip, leaving your head completely neglected. Your hips are getting restless.\n\n\"Aw, can't take it anymore? Want me to suck you off nice and good, hmm? As long as you stop bitching about rent, I'll keep kissing and licking and sucking until your balls are dry! Deal?\"\n\nYou nod. Rent is the least of your concerns right now, you want those lips wrapped around your cock.\n\nShe pushes you back so that you're lying flat in front of her.\n\n\"I like it when you're so obedient. I could really get used to that. Let me give you a reward!\"\n\nShe lowers her head and gently kisses the tip of your dick before slowly taking you inside her mouth. A hot and wet sensation envelops your member. Her rough tongue massages the underside of your shaft as you feel your precum getting milked directly from your swelling head. Kat's perky ears slowly drop and the tip of her tail slightly flicks from side to side.\n\nCould she be enjoying this? You decide to test your luck and gently place a hand on her head.\n\nKat doesn't slap away your hand as she usually would. Instead she sucks you in deeper as you slowly rub her head.\n\n\"Mmmmmh ♡\"\n\nTo think this sassy cat could moan so sweetly while your cock violently throbs in her mouth. You feel the heat spread through your lower body, you want to fill that mouth that devours you so greedily.\n\nSuddenly her ears shoot back up and with a loud 'pop' she releases you just moments before you are able to reach your climax. A few drops of your cum are already leaking from your head as she denies you any further pleasure.\n\n\"That's for touching me without permission…\"\n\nShe gently flicks your head with her finger.\n\n\"...And that's for being so sweet.\"\n\nOnce again she wraps her thick lips around your cock and takes your length balls-deep inside her hungry wet hole. She doesn't stop there and nimbly pushes your testicles inside her mouth with her tongue. The sight of her voluptuous lips sealed around the base of your shaft and her cheeks slightly bulged from your heavy balls sends you over the edge as you feel a mighty orgasm approaching.\n\nKat perfectly matches your rhythm, audibly swallowing your entire load pump after pump. Waves of pleasure spread from your head through the root of your shaft and your entire lower body.\n\nKat slowly lifts her head while keeping an impressive suction and with another 'pop' your flaccid cock flops out of her mouth.\n\n\"Thanks for the treat!\"\n\nShe sits back up, grabs the TV remote and continues watching her show while you're still fighting to regain the strength to even react to anything.\n\nYou feel absolutely drained. That one orgasm took it all from you. It takes a while before you sit back up as well.\n\nKat ligthly taps your side with her foot. \"Look who's still alive. Check your phone by the way.\"\n\nYou reach for your pants and take out your phone. It appears Kat did pay her part of the rent… Including a bonus?\n\n\"Uhm, Katerine… I thought you didn't have any money. Why pay it now?\" You ask dumbfounded.\n\n\"Dude, I'm a hot catgirl with internet access! I'm probably raking in more cash than you. Soooo… The one paying the bills is making the rules right?\"\n\n\"Maybe? Where are you going with this?\" You ask.\n\n\"You're officially banned from wearing pants!\" She laughs."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: It was her first day at the bar. While she was excited to train and start making some money, she couldn’t get over how hot her trainer was. Shifts behind the bar leads to flirting, casual bumping into another, and after work drinks.
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"content": "It was my first day on a new job. Twenty five year old me was hired as a barmaid in one of the hottest bars in town. I was more than just nervous, because it was my first time working behind a bar. It was my first time serving drinks as a professional.\r \nBut luckily one of the other barkeeps, a hot good looking man his early thirties was assigned to me. To train me in the job. To look after me. To teach me how to get money out of drunk man by using my damn hot curves. \r \nWe were working close quarters all night long. We bumped into each other a lot, his hands constantly accidentally landed on my curvy but. I admit, I loved it. It felt good. I even encouraged him to do it. It was a huge turn on for me. And for him too.\r \nAfter a few hours of serving drinks and bumping into each other, we two were undressing each other. We were hot for each other. I wanted him, and he wanted me. And I know, not a wise idea to fuck a senior coworker. And an even worse idea do pursue it, to think about nothing but it on your first day at work in a new job. But it happened.\r \nAfter our shift was over, after the bar had closed we two were given the task to clean up the place. And I decided to go for it. I wanted him. So shoved my boobs in his face. I more than just accidentally bumped into each other. One of my hands was between his legs at every possibility. After some time I could feel his hard dick. He probably was close to loosing it.\r \nAnd I was right. A few more accidental bumps later he just grabbed me and drew me closer to him. He had more than just a horny expression on his face. Then he looked me in the eyes: “Suck my dick.”\r \nI reached my goal. I got down on my knees, unzipped his pants and sucked on his rock hard cock. I love sucking dick. I enjoyed every second of it. He tasted so good. It felt so good when I took him deeper, down my throat. I covered his hard one in with my saliva. During a breathing break, I asked him to fuck me. To pound the shit out of me.\r \nHis answer was a simple one. He just lifted me up, turned me around and bent me over. To his surprise, he found a pair of balls and a caged clitty between my legs. But it didn’t stop him from anything. It turned him on even more. My spit, my juices were still on his rock hard dick. Plenty of lube. So he drove his dick up my ass. Fuck, it felt so good. \r \nHe gave me the pounding of my life. My eyes were turning backwards. Then he dumped his huge load inside me. I could fell his cock twitching inside my dirty fuck hole. It made me jump over the edge. My legs began to tremble, my balls unloaded themselves, I nearly collapsed under the heavy orgasm he gave me.\r \nFuck, he fucked me so good that day. And he did it again and again. It became our naughty work ends ritual. Sometimes I really miss working at that bar."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You find a topless picture of a woman you know in Real life on a Reddit sub Boobs under a weird user name. Her Profile posts pictures that are in NSFW groups. That night you dream of her.
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"content": "The dream was one of those in and out foggy dreams, I saw her tits brushing against my face. The feeling of her thigh pressing against my pussy was so real, I couldn’t stop thinking about it the next day. I wish I could remember more, or that there was more. I thought about her lips as I took my second bong hit before running off to work. \nI was distracted the rest of the day, her Reddit for new posts, I jumped from Reddit to instagram, to FB just wanting more, I needed more. Work dragged on, coworkers oblivious to the daydreaming thoughts of Nel between my legs. \nAfter work I went home my only plans are to hang out with my dog, like every night. I put my keys in the dish in the table, took of my shoes and melted into my couch as my dog ran in the back yard. I could hear her barking at squirrels as I opened Reddit. Nel posted agin, this time it was a full body photo. Her hips are incredible, I needed them pressed against mine. Is she into women? I had no idea so I asked, I was using a throw away account to why not? I told her that I wanted to rub her tits with lotion and suck her clit until she climbed the walls. Normally I wouldn’t be so forward but in this case, and with the anonymity of a burner account I thought the situation called for it. \nI brought Skip in from the yard and headed into the bedroom to grab a toy and get some of this frustration out. Ol trusty, a modest 7 inches but with the little bunny ears that drive my clit wild. I kneeled on my bed, my left arm on the foot board supporting myself, my right hand sliding the massager in and out of my pussy. I wanted Nel, I wanted to sit on her face, I wanted my clit on her lips, thinking about hose lushes lips got me so close to coming so fast. It had been seconds, I wasn’t ready to cum, I wanted to keep going but my clit was throbbing. With an audible gasp of air I came. I hunched over on the bed, my legs shaking a bit. My massager 1/2 in 1/2 out of my soaking pussy. Something came over me and I jammed it back in, hard I imagined Nel strapped and thrusting into me, knowing that one organism wouldn’t do it. In and out I rammed the fake cock into my pussy, I could hear the sloshing over my heavy breathing. I want to hear Nel moan, I need to make her scream out. When I was finished and had caught my breath I reached for my phone. I had a message from Nel on my Facebook, I didn’t even use Facebook. I panicked, but opened the message. “Hey I saw your comment on redit, my address is 65 garden pl. In Reynolds ! bring that lotion” \nI couldn’t breathe, how did she know it was me? I double checked the redit comment and it wasn’t a throwaway account, I must have forgotten to\nSwitch back after posting my OOTD photo. \nI sat there, just staring at my phone. It was silent, I could hear the rushing in my ears. I looked up, on my dresser sat a citrus scented hemp lotion. I grabbed that and my keys and left the house."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: First, the games at the Halloween party seemed to have turned a bunch of the boys into girls. Then the lewd dares and sexy forfeits started...
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"content": "\"Alright! That's round one done.\"\n\n*\"Was round one seriously just turning everyone into girls?\"*\n\n\"Yes. Yes it was.\"\n\n**\"Dude. Uncool.\"**\n\n\"You all agreed to this!\"\n\n\"[Yeah, because I thought I could win!]\"\n\n**\"Yeah!\"**\n\n*\"Yeah dude. Same here. Making everyone a chick means there's no incentive to win!\"*\n\n\"Hold on, did all of you seriously come in hoping to win out so you could fuck your friends' senseless, but *not* to have the same thing happen to you?\"\n\n...\n\n\"Oh holy shit.\"\n\n**\"I'm straight, why the hell would I wanna get fucked by a dude?\"**\n\n\"Well that's not a problem anymore, is it?\"\n\n**\"I-\"**\n\n*\"Hold on-\"*\n\n\"[We- I- well shit, she's got us there.]\"\n\n\"Exactly. Now stop being pussies, and lets start playing. I'll go first.\"\n\n*About 6 rounds later.*\n\n\"Ah, shit~ shit~ shit~. I think I won!\"\n\n[\"What? No, you- shit!\"]\n\n\"F-fuck yeah, you gotta e- shit~ eat me out slut! H-hey Mac, turn off the vibrator.\"\n\n**\"Why should I?\"**\n\n\"H-how's she... mh~ hows she gonna eat me out i-if I'm all buzzing down there?\"\n\n**\"Not my problem.\"**\n\n\"[Dude, come on. I was lenient with the anal beads. Be nice.]\"\n\n**\"...fine. But you better make her squeal like a whore. My ass is still sore.\"**\n\n*\"Ghmahahgaa\"*\n\n\"[What was that?]\"\n\n\"She's gagged, who cares? Now come on, mommy's horny.\"'\n\n\"[Ew.]\"\n\n**\"Ew.\"**\n\n*\"Euggaew\"*\n\n\"What? I'm getting into the spirit of thi- ohhhhhh. Yeah baby, just like that. Fuck yeah.\"\n\n**\"You're way too into this.\"**\n\n\"Says the girl wetter than a slip n' slide.\"\n\n**\"I- h-hey, that's natural!\"**\n\n\"Mhmmm. Oh fuck, yeah, just on that spot baby... a-anyways, if you win the next round, I'll break out the strap on. Sound good?\"\n\n**\"...you're on.\"**"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] GameOverGirls
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"content": "Here's some!\n\n1. The Busty Heroine stands defeated before the evil queen as the queen prepares a spell to transport her foe to the darkest dungeon in the land while stripping and leaving her permanently bound, gagged, and vibed. Knowing this however, the heroine has a trick up her sleeves to take the queen with her, because if she's going to spend the rest of her life in bondage, she refuses to be alone.\n\n2. Following a mutiny over something stupid (the stupider, the better!) gone horribly wrong, the captain forces the ringleader to strip and gag herself, before marching her to the common area where she is hooked up to a fucking machine on its highest setting to be made an example of. \n\n3. She knew the rules of the club going in, run out of money and still have debt, you work it off in the club, and they just so happen to a month long opening for communal sex slave, which would be a problem... if this wasn't exactly what she wanted from the beginning!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: No Nut November was going fine for you…until your heat phase kicked in, that is.
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"content": "Contains: Reality change, MtF TF\n\nAaron stared back at the ceiling. There were a lot of things Aaron didn't know. He didn't know that he would have lasted this long or become this horny. He looked back at his stiff dick and flicked it. His member returned the favor by smacking his stomach. It wasn't fair. He had taken two cold showers, done 20 push-ups, and even looked at a picture of Amy Schumer. His dick was still hard like stone. It wasn't fair. Out of all the time to be horny, it had to be on the third day of November. He pulled out his phone. Barely five minutes had passed. The lewd picture of Zelda was practically mocking his suffering. He didn't remember adding that pic to his phone's background.\n\nThere was another thing Aaron was unaware of. He had an effect on reality. He couldn't outright change something or someone, but his subconscious would \"nudge\" things to happen. Three days of no nutting was more than enough to send his subconscious into a heat phase.\n\nStretching out of his bed, Aaron glanced at his Black Widow poster. It was her pose from Winter Soldier. Her suit left little to the imagination. He blinked, and now Scarlett Johansson was wearing nothing except for her wrist weapons and boots. Her pink nipples poked the air. Shit. Where did that come from?\n\nLeaping towards the poster, his hand ran along the poster. It was real. His mom would kill him if she found this poster. OK. He just needed to hide the poster and focus on non-sexy stuff. Stepping out of his bedroom, Aaron tried his best to hide the outline in his pants. Just as he was about to head downstairs, his 18 year-old sister left her room. Of course, she had to be wearing short shorts. The tight jeans could have auditioned as underwear. Aaron gulped. His sister bent down to pick up her book, her butt hanging in the air. She wasn't wearing any underwear.\n\nAaron hurried down the stairs. His head of dick was poking above his jeans. Trying to catch his breath. His face turned pale when he saw his mom. She was wearing her silk nightgown, the nightgown she would wear for his dad. But his father had already left, and Aaron had never seen his mom wearing it in the kitchen. But there she was in that silk nightgown. His mom had tied it close, but her movements were inching the nightwear to part away. Even from a distance, Aaron could tell she wasn't wearing a bra.\n\n\"Hey, Mom, I'm running late. I'll grab something on the road,\" Aaron said.\n\nHis mom turned around. She looked disappointed that he was leaving so soon. \"You sure you don't want any milk?\"\n\nAaron didn't even bother to answer her question as he raced out of his house. His face was red, and his dick straining under his jeans. Classes weren't much better. It was like all the girls woke up and decided to dress as provocatively as the school's dress code would allow. Even his teachers were wearing tight blouses and miniskirts. People had to be staring at him, thinking he was some perv. He could do it. Go to the bathroom and rub one out. He could forget about it after, and no one had to know. Hell, he could count this as a nut pass.\n\nNo.\n\nHe's not going to lose. Not like this. The last class was PE, and best of all, the guys and girls were split for today. It presented its own problems as he would have to change into his gym clothes and his dick no longer wanted to be confined in his underwear. He could change in the shower room.\n\nEntering the boy's locker room, it was the first time that his penis felt unwanted and started to shrink beneath his jeans. \"Finally,\" Aaron thought, appreciating the momentary relief. But his erection returned with a vengeance. That's when the world skipped as Aaron lost his footing. Catching himself, Aaron turned and expected to her the guys making fun of him for tripping over his shoes. Instead, he stared back at them in confusion. Some of the guys' hair was overgrown and stylized... like girls? The guy beside him pulled out a sports bra to contain her tits. There was no mistaking it, this was now the girl's locker room. Aaron was glad to see his gym teacher was his usual fat self. But Aaron's relief was short-lived as not even the coach was spared from the change as his body molded into the shape of a pregnant woman. Aaron had difficulty removing his gaze from her swollen belly.\n\nHis mind was long broken from trying to make sense of today. \n\n\"Do you need help with that?\"\n\nAaron looked back at the athletic girl next to him. \"What?\" he dumbly said.\n\nShe answered, \"Your dick. I could see it moving from here. It's kind of distracting.\"\n\nSay yes. Just say yes and release your load all over her face. \"N- n- no.\"\n\nThe athletic girl raised her eyebrows. She looked like she was about to convince otherwise but decided against it. \"Suit yourself.\" She leaned forward and wiped her hands over his erection. A groan escaped from Aaron's lips. He could feel his legs turning to jelly. \"If you need more, I'll be at the track,\" she said as she got up and left with the other girls. \n\nDropping his jeans to his ankles. Aaron started to rub his aching cock. He was almost there when he stopped himself. This was probably a mistake, but he needed to prove he could control his urges. Aaron changed into his gym clothes. His dick refused to stay inside his shorts, still upset about the tease. He'll try to schedule an appointment with his doctor to tame his penis."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She was a surrogate for her friend, and during her pregnancy her boobs and her libido both grew massively. People told her they'd go back to normal afterward... People were wrong.
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"content": "“Only a cup size or two.” That’s what she’d heard people say pregnancy does to most women. For her…well, she wasn’t exactly a member of the IBTC to start with, but it had gotten frankly ridiculous. The fact that she loved the feeling of being milked and kept herself well drained-and thus, triggered her body to only increase lactic flow all the more- might have helped a bit. But she just couldn’t help it! As her womb got more brimming with life and purpose, her own need to slake her lust grew and grew-the preceding months before she delivered her friends’ child frequently had her spending hours screwing herself unconscious with a vibrator. \n\nThe sensation only got stronger when her womb was empty. It was almost a pang, a yearning deep in her. She wanted to be a mother again. Now. However, she was not remotely in a state to support such-unless she could find another willing to take the fruit of her loins again. \n\nAnd so, after weeks of fruitlessly satisfying herself with whatever toys she could acquire, she took drastic measures: she approached her friend once again, asking if they were considering a second child-and perhaps, if the process could be…less clinical this time. Cloaked in enough layers of irony to create a Schrodinger’s Sincerity, which turned out to not be needed as they readily agreed with but one condition: whenever it was done, they would be there. \n\nThus, how she finds herself with a blindfold on, her hands tied behind her as her legs are spread eagle in a house not hers, almost quivering in anticipation that she could be taken at any moment. Her ears told of his approach first-interrupting the teasing caresses of his wife as they left the room. The moments seemed like an eternity as some conversation between them was held just out of earshot-before two footsteps enter. One holds and caresses her, holding the pregnancy-granted voluptuous form still-and the other sets to work making sure she’s be pregnant before the night was out again.\n\nIt was definitely not for his lacking virility that they needed to resort to surrogacy, as she soon found. If anything, it seemed less reasonable the frail constitution of her friend could survive the kind of animalistic rut he put her through, especially not with the delicate condition of pregnancy on top of it. Relentlessly slamming into her, her restrained form unable to do anything but squirm and moan into her cloth gag. She was barely conscious as she finally felt him slam into her and be still, as his seed blasted into her debris-surely assuring her next pregnancy. But he was not done with her. Legs are uncuffed from bedposts-only to be pinned behind her head as the treatment resumes. And so it goes, on an on throughout the night. By the time he’s finished with her, she’s not entirely sure if she dreams or wakes, for once sated as cum dribbled out of her slit. \n\nWith his most bestial desires vented on her, he still had a wife to satisfy-and was now much more able to so at their speed, gently making love to his wife without them feeling uncomfortable, or him feeling unfulfilled. \n\nWhen the baby finally woke,and with it’s screaming, rousing the three of them from their blissful post-coital slumber, there was no doubt in any of their minds: that had been the best night of their lives. \n\nNaturally, it would become repeated. Very frequently. Enough so that pretense was eventually disposed of. She moved in, helping raise the child she had birthed-and attend to his needs to truly unleash himself in the bedroom. In time, there would be many more to raise, each fed by her generous bosom in their earliest youth, while their next sibling was already forming within her."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: (Incest) Her younger brother is quite popular with women, and while she's happy for him, she can't help but fear that he'll forget about her. In an act of jealousy, she shows her brother just how much she really loves him... in bed.
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"content": "\n\nJealous Sister-\n\n\nLacey was furious as she listened to her brother, Ian, have his third one night stand. Six months ago when he moved into her house. She was so excited to have her baby brother living with her. For five months they had supper together and cuddled as they watched TV. \n\n\nIt was a sweet deal in Lacey's mind. It was all the things she loved about having a live-in boyfriend, but Ian actually cleaned up after himself and she didn't have to go through the motions of boring sex with a guy who had a small dick.\n\n\nLacey kept herself more than happy with her toys for over a year, but after a few months in the house he asked her how she felt about him bringing girls home. She just smiled and encouraged it. \"No loud sex after midnight and let me know when someone has been in my house.\"\n\n\nTurns out a polite, athletic, and well kept guy can do very well on dating apps. When Lacey saw the first girl he brought home she wasn't too impressed. She was a pretty latina but her boobs were smaller than Lacey's. Once she walked past Lacey saw why Ian chose her. Her juicy ass even hypnotized a straight girl, like Lucy.\n\n\nThe sex was loud and passionate. The girl called Ian \"Daddy\" and kept asking for more as she heard the bed squeak and her brother grunt. They got in there at ten and Lucy was surprised that they went up to the dead line. At midnight Lacey was in her bed trying to read a romance book when the sex noises stopped. Curious, she crawled out of bed and crept up to his door. \n\n\nOh, they were still fucking. They were just being very quiet. She wondered how long they could keep this up. By two the slutty girl came staggering out and went home. Lacey had to admit that she was jealous. She just wanted a little brother to joke with and cuddle her while they watch silly TV shows, but she never had a guy fuck her like that.\n\n\nShe hoped that it was out of his system but next Saturday it happened again. It was kind of weird seeing this woman. She actually kind of looked like her and she was even a few years older than him, like she was. They got in earlier and she even stayed all night.\n\n\nLacey spent the night slowly fucking herself with a dildo. The girl in the other room had D-cups like her and dark brown hair that ended roughly at the middle of her shoulder blades. Lacey wondered if they looked similarly while they took dick. Then she asked herself \"Did Ian like the idea of fucking a girl that looked like her?\"\n\n\nShe didn't see the third girl but that was when she made the decision. The next morning she was going to do her yoga routine out in the living room instead of the privacy of her own room. \"Oh god.\" Ian blurted out as he walked in. Her ass was stuck in the air in this pose. She knew these yoga pants made her butt look amazing. \n\n\n\"Hey,hope you don't mind me doing my yoga out here. There is more room.\" She stood up and looked over her shoulder. He stood in his sweatpants. Was he standing so awkward because he was hard? \"What is your plan for today?\"\n\n\n\"I thought maybe I could help you do some cleaning around the house today.\" Ian said with a big smile.\n\n\n\"Ah thanks, little brother.\" Lacey said as she jumped forward and hugged him. She was pretty sure his dick pressed against her. When she pulled back she wasn't sure if he was staring at her tight exposed midsection trying to look down her sports bra. \"I was wondering if you would mind watching some scary movies with me. A guy at work recommended a whole list for me and I thought it would be fun to work through them. I just need a cuddle buddy to get me through them.\"\n\n\n\"Y-yeah, sure. It sounds fun.\" Ian sounded nervous. That is when she knew that getting him so worked up that he wouldn't turn her down was going to be incredibly fun.\n\n\nAfter a day of cleaning and reorganizing the house, she said \"I was thinking about watching the movie in my bedroom.\"\n\n\nThey had cuddled while watching TV before but this was different. The most comfortable way to watch TV from the bed was lying on one's side. So that meant they would be spooning. \"I got in my PJs early. I hope you don't mind.\" Lacey asked. For her PJs were a baggy t-shirt and some lace panties that the big shirt covered.\n\n\nIan didn't give a verbal answer but she took the feeling of a hard cock poking her back as a sign that he didn't mind. Half way through he excused himself for a ten minute bathroom break and came back soft. He was hard again by the end. Lacey didn't say a word.\n\n\nMonday and Tuesday were normal around the house but on Thursday she asked if he wanted to watch a scary movie again and he agreed. He took a break halfway through again and it was hard again at the end.\n\n\nLacey's next big move was Friday. She proposed a double feature of scary movies and some alcoholic drinks to go with them. The look on his face amused her so much. Of course he was completely unaware that she wouldn't be wearing a bra this time. Only her oversized shirt and panties.\n\n\nShe made sure to pick a movie with a hot topless scene early on. Her friend at work told her to go with Return of the Living Dead. It did not disappoint. By the time the punk girl jumped up on the gravestone, Lacey already felt Ian was fully hard. \"Wow, she looks like she is in great shape.\" Lacey commented as she gently wiggled her ass.\n\n\n\"Y-Yeah, she does.\" Ian obviously needed his release. \"I gotta…\"\n\n\n\"Who do you think has better boobs, me or her?\" Lacey asked as she guided one of his hands to one of her soft braless tits. Once she let his hand go his hand stayed there squeezing and exploring both her breasts. His breath was warm on her neck. \"You don't need to leave to get rid of that. I would like to see you work it.\"\n\n\n\"Oh my god! Lacey, if you don't let me up, I'll cum in my pants.\" Ian sounded desperate. Lacey rolled away and sat back laughing. \"Are you serious, Lacey?\"\n\n\nShe nodded with a big smile. He pulled out his dick and spread his legs wide. A sound of excitement escaped Lacey as she bounced down between his legs looking expectantly as his sizable shaft. Her eyes were glued to it as he started to work it with his hand. \"Do you need something to lube that?\" She asked. Her face was about a foot away from it.\n\n\n\"Yeah you got something?\" \n\n\n\"Of course.\" She leaned forward and gripped it. He gasped and then she spit on it and began wildly stroking. His eyes were wide as he looked down at Lacey's ample cleavage through the neck hole of her shirt. Within minutes he was coming. A wad of cum shot up and hit her cheek. She clapped if off and plopped it into her mouth, then she sent him to clean himself off. \n\n\nWhen he came back, she had pulled off her panties and was now in just the shirt. It had ridden up and Ian got a clear shot of her pussy or ass as she moved on the bed. \"You should have kept those shorts off.\" She said flatly.\n\n\n\"Aren't you afraid of my dick slipping in by accident while we spoon?\" \n\n\n\"No.\" She scoffed. \"Maybe I'll understand what that noise is about every Saturday.\"\n\n\nIan laughed and crawled next to her. Pressing behind her his hand started to roam. She started to watch the movie again but had to stop when Ian started to finger her. The screaming zombies were simply too distracting when that was going on. \n\n\n\"I have to admit it, Ian. I was getting jealous listening to you getting lucky every week.\" Lacey moaned and rubbed her ass against him.\n\n\n\"Well, I was pretending that I was fucking you every time.\" Ian whispered before nibbling on her ear lobe.\n\n\n\"Oh god, are you hard again?\" Lacey asked but Ian only answered by adjusting his position and aiming his cock for entry. She moaned as he slid in. He was done asking. Ian knew what she wanted and he wanted it too. He rolled Lacey on her stomach and started building up a steady rhythm. \"Ian! Ian! You're the biggest I ever had.\" She was screaming it while she came on her brother's dick. He wasn't coming so fast this time. After she came he pulled out and rolled her on her back.\n\n\nThe second time she came he was pinching one of her nipples and he came soon after her. Leaving her with a full satisfied pussy.\n\n\n\"Ian, I don't think you should sleep around so much. You can date all you want but until you get married how about you just use me instead.\" Lacey made the proposition. He smiled.\n\n\n\"Why look around when the hottest pussy in town is right here?\""
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"content": "***Yes Mistress!***\n\n“Hey Kuko,” Tomas said, popping his head into the break-room, “We got a new client, asked for you?”\n\n&#x200B;\n\nPutting her phone into its holder, Kusanagi Kotatsu (A definitely not asian girl, despite her name) stood up, brushing imaginary dust off of her dress. “Who is it?” she asks, her voice deep and rough.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n“One Gladys Hibiscus,” Tomas says, lifting his hand to his chest, “About yay high, with really long hair dyed pink and purple-”\n\n&#x200B;\n\nKuko interrupts her boss with a deep sigh, “Mother*fucker*. Does she look like a permanently lost puppy?”\n\n&#x200B;\n\n“Yeah actually, and this is her first time at the Golden House,” Tomas’ expression darkens, “Does she need to be removed?”\n\n&#x200B;\n\nShaking her head, Kuko snorts out a laugh. “No no, I’ll take her.” With that, Tomas leaves the breakroom, and Kuko puts on all the frippery she’s supposed to. Tomas might leer at her and the girls, but he’s the only one allowed to do that. When she was a new hire, a former regular apparently got handsy with CC- he had to be carried out by ambulance. That’s not all- Angel, another maid, was dealing with a stalker. Valentino, if she recalls correctly. One mention of it to Tomas, and he never had any reason to complain again.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nStepping out onto the floor, she… transforms, for lack of a better term. Gone is Kuko, the high-school track star, the girl all the cuties come to when a boy is not taking no for an answer. Gone is her gravelly voice, and harsh walk that won’t take no for an answer. Instead, she becomes Kusanagi, a soft spoken, sweet voiced maid who glides across the floor with nary a whisper to show for it. \n\n&#x200B;\n\nShe slides over to Tenshi (Angel) who’s manning the host stand, looking around for any sign of Gladys. She tries to look over Angel’s shoulder stealthily, but gets caught by Angel. (She swears he has eyes on the back of his head!)\n\n&#x200B;\n\n“Heya Kusa,” he says, his “New-York Italian Mobster” accent slipping through, “Lookin’ fer something? Or are you just apprece-atin my backside?” he wiggles his hips a bit in emphasis, “I can’t blame ya-”\n\n&#x200B;\n\n“Tenshi,” She interrupts, “Do we have a Gladys?” Angel hums before looking down at his pad. \n\n&#x200B;\n\n“Yep. Yer… whatever the female equivalent to a boy-toy is, came through a while ago. Poor girl looked like she was gonna collapse after I did the ‘Welcome home mistress!’ thing we’re supposed ta do. She said you had told her to come here, so I sat her at the very back so you two can make out without Tomas complainin’,”\n\n&#x200B;\n\n“Do you do that with everyone?” she says after a pause. “The ‘sitting people you think are our significant others where most people can’t see it?’ thing, not the… anything else.”\n\n&#x200B;\n\n“Don’t say I never did anythin’ fer you.”\n\n<\\[{(\\_+\\_)}\\]>\n\nIf you had told Gladys that Kuko, the track star of the high-school team, cool girl extraordinaire, and her crush, liked maid cafes, she’d have laughed in your face. (Before imagining her in a maid dress. And imagining her as a very rich person ordering Gladys in a maid outfit to massage her. And then imagine the massa-)\n\n&#x200B;\n\n*Anyways*. She certainly didn’t expect her to reveal there was a maid cafe in town, much less that the maids there knew her! \n\n&#x200B;\n\nShe had made it to the address Google gave her, and stepped inside. When the pastel pink maid said “Welcome home mistress” to her, out loud, while curtsying, she thought she was going to die out of sheer embarrassment. She barely managed to squeak out Kuko’s name, and she was led to this table, in the very back of the cafe, where no-one could see her, and told a maid would be with her shortly. Gladys was perfectly fine with this. She had purposefully picked a time when she knew Kuko was working, so that her crush wouldn’t see her here. And even if she had taken a day off from work, and chose to come here, she wouldn’t be able to see Gladys turn into a very gay and very embarrased puddle. \n\n&#x200B;\n\nGladys was in the middle of imagining all the ways this could go wrong when she was interrupted by a very soft “Excuse me?” She turned around, and the greeting she had died a noble death in her throat. “Please forgive me for interrupting your thoughts mistress,” Kuko said, “My name is Kusanagi, and I will be serving you tonight.” She continued. “Have you made your decision yet?”\n\n&#x200B;\n\n“K-Kuko?” she stuttered, any thoughts beyond “KUKO IN A MAID OUTFIT” joined her deceased greeting. \n\n&#x200B;\n\n“I am sorry mistress, but I seem to have misheard you,” Kuko said, the beginnings of a smug grin appearing on her face, “We do not have an item with that name on the menu\\\\\\~”\n\n&#x200B;\n\n“I-I-I’ll h-have the grilled salmon, with some water,” she manages after a small pause.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n“Would you like ice in your water?” A smug grin definitely on her face now.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n“Y-yes please?” She squeaks.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n“Would you like me to take your menu, Mistress?” Kuko asks, prompting Gladys to hand her her menu.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n“Your meal will be ready shortly,” the maid said, before gliding away, leaving a quickly malfunctioning Gladys behind. (And admiring her behind)\n\n<\\[{(\\_+\\_)}\\]>\n\n“You are killing that poor girl,” Angel says. He’s refilling the bowl of mints, “Cause someone forgot to refill the bag,” and not because he wants to gossip. “I heard the entire thing, and you are slaughtering that poor girl!”\n\n&#x200B;\n\n“I’m not doing shit,” Kuko says, preparing the tray, “Gladys is just a useless lesbian- and the cutest girl in our grade,” she adds. “Ain’t my fault she can’t handle all of this!”\n\n&#x200B;\n\n“A bunch a guys I know wouldn’t be able to handle all of this- how do you think the poor… how’d you put it?”\n\n&#x200B;\n\n“Permanently lost puppy.”\n\n&#x200B;\n\n“Yeah, How’dya think the poor pup’s gonna handle all of that?” Angel says, his accent back in full force off of the floor. Technically, this is against the rules, but given that even at its busiest, the Golden House doesn’t see that many people. And given that Kuko chooses the loneliest shifts on purpose, (No one else wants them, so she might as well,) there’s a very good chance Gladys will be the only customer this shift. “Bet ya a shift she does somethin’ dumb before she leaves.”\n\n&#x200B;\n\nKuko snorts, “A) we have essentially the same schedule for the next month or so, and B) that’s a sucker’s bet.”\n\n&#x200B;\n\n“Pfft, yeah,” Angel says, “I’ll distract Tomas while you two make out.”\n\n&#x200B;\n\n“Like I’ll need your help,” she brags, “I can make out with the cutest girl in my grade, and deal with my boss at the same time. That being said, thanks for the help.”\n\n&#x200B;\n\n“Don’t mention it!”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: After a cold, heartbreaking fail of a date, they sat on their phone in tears. Though, since they still made food, they asked their friend if they wanted to come over for a spontaneous dinner. After a long, mutually loving conversation, both were surprised, what forms solace could take.
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"content": "Luke stood by the gates, pocket watch in hand, heart in his throat.\r \nJonathan, the bouncer currently on shift towered over the ceaseless line of visitors, he gave Luke a heavy reassuring pat on the shoulder.\r \n“Don’t worry Luke, plenty of fish in the sea!”\r \n“She isn’t a fish, Synthia… Synthia is an albatross flying high above it. I am the fish, caught in her grasp.”\r \n“I’m not much for birds… what are her breasts like?”\r \nLuke blushed a little and checked his pocketwatch again. “They are Adequate.”\r \n“Hips and tits Luke! You only pick once, pick good.” said Jonathan.\r \nLuke pulled down his glasses, cleaning them on the edge of his fresh clean dress shirt, when he put them on and blinked the world back into clarity she was there. Luke felt himself soaring dangerously high above the waves, unable to form words at the sight of her. Jonathan gave him a gentle prod from behind.\r \n“Synthia! Splendid, just splendid!” he said while gesturing at all of her.\r \n“Why are we here?” she asked, glancing at the line of men that passed through the gates.\r \n“This is my home! I live on the top floor.” he offered his arm and she stared from it to the window he pointed out, high at the top of the ‘four floors of whores’ establishment.\r \nLuke noticed her reluctance.\r \n“Oh, don’t worry! There are no stairs we have a- it’s complicated.” he said, taking her hand and easing it into the crook of his arm.\r \n“Oh, Mr Stephenson sir!” said Jonothan, he gave the line a heavy shove out of the way, snatched the hat off his head while bowing low.\r \nLuke looked at him confused but his feet found their way, drawing him through the gates, he glanced back to see Jonothan with a smile, winking at him.\r \nLuke escorted her through the outer walled perimeter of the city-like brothel, usually he would have to dive in and out of the way of workers rolling beer kegs and throwing out rowdy patrons but everyone seemed to pick paths that took them out of his way. They glanced at him and Synthia, smiling and nodding as they pulled kegs off their path.\r \nSynthia drew closer into Luke’s side and his ability to focus on his surroundings vanished. She was a little shorter, wearing a frilly dress that ballooned out at the bottom, her eyes wide and tracking the excitement that unfolded around them. Luke was so enamoured he didn’t notice the bouncers opening doors for him.\r \nHe guided her forward but she hesitated, glancing from him to the small room ahead.\r \n“I don’t-” she said, looking from Luke to Hillock in the lift.\r \n“Oh! This is what I was telling you about, no stairs. It’s a Rohkinian innervation.”\r \nShe tentatively stepped into the lift with him.\r \n“Right away Mr Stephens.” said Hillock, the same wink in his eye as he acted strangely like everyone else… Were they playing a joke on him? Luke would have asked but he had a date.\r \nHe held Synthia’s hand over his arm. She gasped and clung to him tightly as Hillock started hauling the rope inside the small moving box, hauling them up floors toward the 4th. A smile flitted into Synthia’s lips and Luke was soaring again, held aloft in her surprise and excitement."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Prompt me something inspired by my current top fantasies! ♡
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"content": "A wizard needs to collect virginal energy for his new spell. He acquires a virgin from the slave market. After applying the appropriate spells or apparatuses to collect the released energy. He takes her to the orc breeding pits, the more corrupt the virginity loss is the more energy he can collect for the spell. \nSome optional ideas to hit more bullet points: public breeding pits, girl could be a catgirl, maybe spell could increase sensitivity for multiple orgasms/mind break, and apparatus application and/or retrieval could be similar to a doctor's exam."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Incident Report on Lewd Supers
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"content": "Incident report:\n\nThe Steel Valkyrie was seen releasing a rogue mech from imprisonment within the World Hazard Containment Center after infecting it with a virus simply labelled \"domination protocol\". The ensuing battle lead to an unmonitored region of the prison. Upon arrival of special forces, Steel Valkyrie was found alone naked, mildly battered but oddly, \"satisfied\". The rogue mech is still yet to be found."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: After the fracture, the two worlds came together. Meshing humans with monstergirls. And you happen to be the immortal that has a dragon girl putting you in many situations. Threesomes, hole in the wall, always you on the wrong end.
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"content": "(This is not what was prompted, I think, but more an exploratory report on the world you've presented.)\n\nHow would one explain the meshing of worlds in just a few words?\n\nThe simple answer is, you can't. The longer answer is a failure on the idea of \"just a few words\". It turns out that explaining the overlay of realities can't quite be condensed down into something easily understood.\n\nThe briefest way to describe it is as such. Two worlds merged into one, in every conceivable way. It wasn't the rough and hostile exchange such as imagined in dark fantasy nor the exploratory but rocky interconnection envisioned in the higher sci-fi. No, it was more... direct. One moment there were two worlds, the next, there was one. Governments, histories, ideologies, and yes, most particularly, *people* were all joined together in an instant. While in the days leading up to the conjunction you might be forgiven for believing that 'The United States' was a notion, or that the 'Republic of Redfrien' existed, as soon as the worlds meshed both were one and always had been. There was no longer an 'America' or a 'Redfrien', both were at the same time the 'United Federation'. While if you were to trace back particular elements of the Federation's government, perhaps you could tell which specific tradition or ideal came from which, common belief is that there is no point to it other than curiosity as to histories that no longer existed. The Federation is as much itself as it is the two nebulous formers, and neither of those existed in this new world.\n\nThis notion exists from the very top to the bottom, not that most people would have noticed. For your average citizen, aside from a few half-forgotten memories of a world that had ceased to exist, their lives may as well have continued as normal. The combining of a former medieval peasant and a former fast food worker was no big structural change after all, the unified being found itself at the bottom of the ladder anyways. About 95% of all surveyed individuals after the mesh couldn't tell you for sure if it even happened at all.\n\nBut then, of course, there is the 5%.\n\nExploring this fascinating niche of the population means exploring concepts of change and time and... well, quite a lot, most of which can't really be understood. The combined individual created after the mesh bears the traits and ill-fathomed memories of their formers, but no functional history to go back to. It's only by witness accounts of individuals who bear faint recollections of the individual's previous incarnations, as well as the individuals themselves that anything other than now can be understood.\n\nOne notable individual who serves to demonstrate the mechanics of these 5% is Ariel Bronthelheim. A successful businesswoman from the city of Berlinshire, Ariel is well-known for her sexual proclivity and position as the 'face' of the sex-positive movement in her canton. And yet, despite her highly publicized sexcapades and position as #3 on The Time's 'Wet Dream List', Ariel's two formers seem to have nothing in common with her current self.\n\n\"My formers? Sure, I'll tell you about 'em. But you gotta crawl that sweet ass under my desk and get lickin' first, because I can't think about anything but those luscious lips of yours.\"\n\nWhile our investigator began conducting oral on Arial, she regaled them with the story of her formers.\n\n\"Well, the big one was Balamara. Dragon tyrant of the eastern seaboard. Daaaamn was I angry then. Ruled over the whole place with an iron claw, hehe. Oh yeah, just like that honey. Good shit. Yeah, I was an big ol' angry lizard, just waiting to chew shit up.\"\n\nWhen our investigator inquired as to her other former, Arial refused to respond until the oral sex continued.\n\n\"Right, yeah, Tony. I was Tony, from accounting. Boring, pretty much. Basically the opposite of good ol Balamara. Paid his taxes, watched football n' shit, perved on girls. Freaky little dude, that's for sure. Ohhhhh fuck, yeah, just like... mhhhh~!\"\n\nAfter bringing Ariel to orgasm, our investigator had one final question before the interview could conclude. \n\n\"Why I combined into me? Uh... you take a sex-deprived nerd and combine 'im with a lizard tyrant. Fill in the blanks dipshit.\"\n\nThis leads to the potential hypothesis that, when conflicting personality traits exist between two formers, the individual after the mesh is a sort of rationalization of the two. That, however, is beyond the scope of this report, and will not be further addressed. Instead, in furthering the understanding of this phenomenon, our investigator interviewed Ariel's receptionist.\n\n\"Well, I *think* I used to know Tony from around the watercooler at work. And I'm *pretty* sure Balamara burned down my village.\"\n\nWhen inquired as to why he was okay working for someone who burned down his village, the receptionist just shrugged.\n\n\"She lets me hit her from behind on Tuesdays, and technically that village never existed so... I'm cool with it.\"\n\nUltimately, Ariel is only one example of a more broadly encompassing phenomenon, of which we know very little. While it's easy to dismiss research like this as irrelevant, I argue that looking into the history before the mesh can tell us much more about our world than we previously thought, by understanding the newly made people who live in it.\n\n---\n\n\"This is an excellent report Todd.\"\n\n\"Thank you, professor.\"\n\n\"But you're not gonna get additional funding just so you can go back at get your dick sucked by a CEO for another 'interview'.\"\n\n\"...shit.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Whatever that downvote fairy wants
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"content": "Here's a few, do which ever one strikes your fancy:\n\n1. (If you don't mind some EU) EU: FE Awakening, After a long day of fun on the beach, Robin and Tiki decide to relax and unwind... by using a magic tome to leave themselves bound, gagged, and pleasured. Ref pics for [Robin](https://static.wikia.nocookie.net/feheroes_gamepedia_en/images/b/b3/Robin_Seaside_Tactician_Face.webp/revision/latest?cb=20190920205734) and [Tiki](https://static.wikia.nocookie.net/feheroes_gamepedia_en/images/5/54/Tiki_Summering_Scion_Face.webp/revision/latest?cb=20190920205758) if needed!\n\n2. The game was simple, they would use magic to swap bodies for an hour, then they would go into different rooms from each other, and tie the body there in up nice and tight before the spell wears off and swaps them back, at which point they would have to escape the bondage the other left their body in! (So, Girl A and Girl B would swap bodies, then one of them would go to a different room, Girl A would then tie Girl B's body up while she's inhabiting it, and vice versa, then they would swap back into their original bodies, and have to struggle to try and get free from their bondage before the other). Winner gets to do as she wishes to the loser for a month!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: It was called the "Ultimate Party Plane", and it was the only one available to get you home from your business trip, you sat down and closed your eyes to rest. Next to the seatbelt sign, a tiny t-shirt emblem had just turned off. At once, everyone was getting topless.
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"content": "\"Ultimate Party Plane,\" Janice said as she sat next to the window seat.\n\nPutting my bag in the overhead compartment, I sat down next to her. None of the passengers onboard seemed to be the party going types. If the ticket agent hadn't told them that Flight 069 was a party plane, I would have thought I was in a regular plane. \"If they start blasting music, I'll tell them to turn down the music.\"\n\nJanice smiled at my suggestion. \"I think that sounds good.\" She got comfortable in her seat as she put her earphones. The plane began to back from the gate. The flight attendants were doing safety spiel, but I was too tired to pay attention, only listening to every other word. I could have sworn they've mentioned something about shoes and shirts, but my eyes were already getting heavy. I was definitely going to spend most of the flight sleeping.\n\nThe plane thrusted into air and the push finally nudged me to sleep. I didn't even notice the shirt and shoes emblem turning off.\n\nI was in the middle of my dream, giving an award winning speech in a meeting room when the air in the room started to become hot. I started to fan myself and asked to be excused when I saw two employees sharing a sloppy kiss. Other employees followed their lead and I watched as my office descended into sexual anarchy.\n\nThat was enough to pull me from my sleep, but the sounds of sex remained. I turned and saw a woman in a hijab tweaking her exposed nipple. I was about to shout when I saw the other passengers acting similarly. There was an elderly couple whispering to each other as their hands caressed each other. A man had his pants dropped to his ankles as a passenger gave him a handjob. There was even a flight attendant on her knees giving a blowjob to a passenger in an aisle while stroking two passengers to her sides.\n\nEverywhere I looked, no one was spared from the sexual anarchy, except for Janice who stared back at me wide eyed and equally shocked as to what was going on.\n\nWe both knew it wouldn't take long for the other passengers and staff to wonder why we weren't take part in the aerial fucking. We needed to find somewhere private before either one of us get in trouble."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Despite being well endowed you've recently become a recluse. Tonight you will be visited by the ghosts of sexytime past, present, and future to change your dry spell ways
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"content": "Zzzzzz… Zzzzz… Zzzzzz…\r \n\r \nMiles slept upright on the couch, head lulled back with an open mouthed snore. The TV illuminated him in a dull red and white, waiting for a response to the question “Are you still watching?” He’d fallen asleep watching his horror movies list for the third time this week, and his phone laid next to him, frozen on the same video he had been tugging himself to for the same amount of time. He didn’t even bother to pull himself back into his pants, his flaccid length dangling well between his thighs.\r \n\r \nThe once proud Casanova, with a little black book the size of a dictionary, was now a shell of his former self. Life had taken a toll on him, rendering him sad, soft, and covered in Cheeto dust. He used to spend his weekends with his friends, crawling through bars and crawling under babes. Now he didn’t leave his couch and struggled to hold a simple conversation. No one knew when this downfall occurred. Maybe it was being laid off, moving back in with his folks, or being dumped in his first committed relationship. But this coupled with spirals of depression and anxiety rendered him recluse and deliriously undersexed, spending his days and nights held up in his parents’ basement.\r \n\r \nAs Miles snored away into the night, the clock on his phone struck 12:00:00 AM, and the screen went black, an inky mist drifting out of it. The TV screen warped as the room began to shake. The shakes roused Miles into a stir with a snort, confusion painting his face. “Wh-ha? What’s happening?” The shakes grew more violent as the cloud of darkness swirled and roiled, and Miles watched in horror as the cloud took shape. “H-hey! Not cool, man! Get out of here!” \r \n\r\r \nThe shadow cared not to listen, taking a humanoid shape before the trembling Miles until it was recognizable. Tendrils became limbs, all plump and clad in leather and lace. A smile formed in the mist, toothy and wicked with a sensuous laugh. “Oh, sweet, sweet Miles. What a sad sight.”\r \n\r \nHastily tucking himself back into his shorts, he tried to pinpoint the voice. It sounded so familiar, yet he couldn’t quite place it. “Who are you?” he stammered, “Why do I know you? What do you want from me?”\r \n\r \nThe smile in the mist formed lips. The limbs grew breasts and curves, fingers and stilettos, growing more and more real. “Awww, you don't know me, baby? Maybe I should make some sounds you’re more… accustomed to.” The maw of the apparition fell slack, a recorded sound echoing into the cement basement. “*Oh god, oh yes, fuck me harder, Daddy!*”\r \n\r \n“What the– wait…” Miles knew that voice. He was just listening to that voice. Touching himself to that voice. His eyes grew wide as the last wisps of fog formed into long, scarlet red hair. “Connie Blair?”\r \n\r \nConnie smiled, floating before Miles with an inky, rolling cloud at her feet. She was translucent, like a phantom, wearing her outfit from the video: open-chested corset, garter belt, and fishnet stockings. “Hey there, Miles. Or should I call you… my number one fan?”\r \n\r \nHis face contorted in confusion, trying to reconcile the barely dressed, heavy chested beauty as his favorite porn star. “I-I, I can’t… Are you? Are you real?”\r \n\r \n“Oh, not at all,” she said, making her arms into smoky tendrils before returning them to their previous form. “I just took this form I figured you would listen to.”\r \n\r \n“Am I dead?” Panic started to swell in Miles. “Are you allowed to tell me if I’m dead?”\r \n\r \nShe shook her head. “No, Miles. You’re very much alive. But you are not living. I am simply a vision. A warning.”\r \n\r \n“A… a warning?”\r \n\r \n“You will be visited by three spirits. One each night at midnight all to remind you of who you once were before you fell into this… version of yourself.”\r \n\r \nMiles slumped back into the couch, running his hands through his greasy black hair. “Ahh fuck… I’m being Scrooged, aren’t I?”\r \n\r \nExamining her talon-like nails, she shrugged, “Yeah, basically.”\r \n\r \n“Wait, but–” he protested, “What could spirits possibly tell me? How do you have anything to do with it? Shouldn’t you be, like, covered in chains or something?”\r \n\r \nConnie waved her fingers around, her form changing until she was draped in only chains and her stockings. She smirked, nipples peeking through the links and hardening at their touch. “Is this what you were expecting?” she teased as she bounced, jingling the chains.\r \n\r \nMiles crossed his legs, his cock filling with blood as he took in the sight. Sure, she was a ghost, or a spirit, or whatever, but it was still Connie fucking Blair naked in his basement. “Not exactly but I’ll take it.”\r \n\r \n“Listen to the spirits, Miles,” she said, her visage and voice fading as the phone sucked her back in. “Heed their warnings…less you render yourself impotent…”\r \n\r \nHe watched, confused, scared, and aroused as the ghost faded away. The smoke faded, his phone blinking back to life as the TV did the same. Netflix returned to ask if he was still watching, and the paused still of Connie Blair riding bareback illuminated his phone. Miles patted himself down, hitting his face a few times to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. “Holy shit,” he said to himself. “No more falling asleep to porn and scary movies.”\n\n \nAuthor's Note: This is continuing, but I wanted to put in what I have so far. I have plans for all three ghosts, and am stoked for how this will go!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: If you don't go out your doggirl will tear up your house in protest. If you do go out your catgirl will tear up your house in protest. Since your house is likely going to be a disaster in a little while you decide preemptive punishments are in order...
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"content": ">!Not Wholesome! You don't need to know German or French, it was written assuming you don't speak it. !<\n\nJohn stood with his coffee at the windows. The morning fog was starting to abate through the woods with the first streams of light breaking out from between the pines.\n\nHilde was already awake, she sat scratching the front door. Renea was bundled up in her little cat-bed, her eyes squeezed tight and scowling at Hilde’s racket.\n\n“I need to put some coffee in your cat bowl.” he said.\n\nRenea flinched, her head lifting from the cat bed to meet his gaze. She stretched out her arms and arched her back before sitting up on her haunches. She checked the straps of her muzzle with her little balled up paws and opted to simply adjust it back into position when it clearly wasn’t coming off.\n\nHilde looked at him pleadingly from the door, giving it a short scratch when she caught his eye.\n\n“You’re going to cause a ruckus if you don’t get your morning walk, aren't you.”\n\nShe turned her head to the side, not understanding him.\n\nJohn huffed and downed the last of his coffee, eyeing the grumbling catgirl still in her warm bed by the low fire, the skin of her side prickling with goosebumps. “And you’re going to trash the place if I’m gone.”\n\nHe thought about it for a moment weighing up the less damaging option.\n\n“Ok, I’ll take you for a walk.” he said.\n\nHilde knew the word walk and grinned, she rose up on her knees and bit the knee pads and leash off the little hook, dragging them down to the floor and sitting obediently.\n\nJohn came down to squat by the cat girl.\n\n“And what about you.” he mused, his hand running through his stubble.\n\nShe looked up at him cautiously, her expression lightning as he started unbuckling her muzzle.\n\n“*Je ne suis pas un chat! Tu es fou.*” said Renea but he had no idea what it meant.\n\n“*Er versteht uns nicht*.” snapped Hilde to Renea but she was equally clueless to its meaning.\n\n“It warms my heart when you two get along.” said John with a smirk, he brought Renea up to face him, his eyes holding hers. The material shackled around her wrists pawed at his arm. She looked annoyed… “Are you going to behave? I don’t want to come home to find you’ve chewed through perfectly good bindings and smashed a window.”\n\n“*Je ne parle pas anglais.*”\n\nIt sounded like a no.\n\nHilde whined at the door, annoyed that he was taking so much time. Being a pet owner was a lot of responsibility. John eyed Renea, he needed to curb this poor behavior of hers.\n\n“Hilde! Watch her.” he said. She understood simple enough commands and when John returned he found Hilde sitting with a paw on the small of Renea’s back, pinning her down to the hardwood.\n\nRenea’s eyes went wide when she saw what he was holding.\n\n*“Je me comporterai!*” said Renea.\n\n“*Halt die Klappe Katze.*” said Hilde.\n\nJohn ruffled Hilde’s hair a little which made her scowl, her expression significantly lightened when he stroked the hair gently back from her eyes. She gave his palm a light lick and eased back when John’s knee replaced her paw in the small of Renea’s back. Lifting the hood toward her face.\n\nShe struggled and cursed and rambled nonsensical words but as always, with a bit of time, patience and good pet ownership she was secured and panting heavily through the small nose holes. He secured the collar around her neck and with a drill, drove her leash down to the floorboards, her head forced low and her arse high on her knees.\n\nHilde bumped his side, the cord of a vibrating egg in her lips.\n\nHe snorted a laugh and gave her another pat. “Man’s best friend.”\n\nRenea hummed out a moan into the floor as it eased into her sex, he set it to a low hum, not enough that it might be considered a reward, not so low she could forget it was there.\n\n“Problem child one solved… Now, all things being fair. You would have trashed the place if I didn’t take you for a walk.” he said.\n\nHilde turned her head to the side then dropped her knees down into the kneepads she had carefully positioned, sitting on all 4’s by the front door. John fixed the straps around her knees and cracked a firm hand across her arse. She let out a yip, her paw rubbed the white handprint that slowly turned from pink to deeper shades of red. She frowned up at him, giving him puppy dog eyes.\n\n“Don’t look at me like that.”\n\n“*Das tut weh.*” she said pitifully.\n\nHe couldn’t look away from her, like she was staring through his soul. “Goddamn it.” he grumbled. He took the strapon off the hook and tossed it back toward the bound humming cat-girl.\n\n“When we get back… if you’re good!” he said.\n\nShe nodded with a toothy smile."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Caffeine doesn't work for them. Luckily cum seems to do the trick. Wake up in the morning? Cum. Midday pick-me-up? Cum. Late nights to meet a deadline? Cum.
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"content": "Because it's me anthropomorphic, your friendly neighbor furry trash, characters are ahead if that's not your thing.\n\n---\n\n“Ex… excuse me?” Daniel asked, dumbstruck, certain he must not have heard her right. Still his tall, pointed ear twitched with excitement, and he could feel his heart pounding in his chest, his penis starting to rise to the occasion.\n\nDan and Morgan were two college students, who sat next to each other in CS 331. They’d only met at the start of the semester, sitting together by pure happenstance, yet had managed to become fast friends. That often happened in higher level college classes, Dan had discovered, as generally two people had very similar interests to end up in the same classroom together; as had been the case here. Morgan, for instance, was a big time gamer, equipped with a high-end gaming PC and hoping to make her own video game some day. She loved music as well, with a particular interest in alt-rock. In fact, it was the Gorillaz shirt stretched across her slightly chubby belly that had first gotten them talking. However, truth be told, as one of the few pretty girls in his computer science program, Dan likely would have been drawn to Morgan, no matter what. He’d harbored a small crush on Morgan from the very beginning, before they’d even talked, she was just so damn pretty he wanted her.\n\nMorgan was a Brittany Spaniel, with two big orange spots across each eye with a spattering of smaller spots across her pretty muzzle, which made Daniel wonder what other spots might cover her body? He would have liked to look for himself! She was tall, which Dan liked, carrying an extra couple of pounds on her broad, pear shaped build, which Dan loved. The German Shepard had always been an ass man, and her massive, frankly perfect, rump drew his attention like a magnet whenever it was in eyesight. Morgan seemed to dress almost exclusively in t-shirts and jeans, but these somehow seemed to flatter her just as much as an elegant evening dress and titillate Dan more effectively than lacy undies. The sexual attraction, shared interests, and ability to get alone might have made asking her out a no brainer. Yet, Dan had done his best to push those feelings away once he learned she had a boyfriend already. He didn’t want to be the creeper that tried to push himself on any girl in the program, and had learned the hard way about the heartbreak lusting after taken women could cause. \n\n*Better to have a good friend than an unrequited crush.* Dan sagely told himself, although more than one friend had accused him of being a ‘pussy’ for feeling that way. Only… was the crush unrequited? It suddenly didn’t feel like it.\n\n“I said I’m feeling sleepy, and I’d like to blow you.” Morgan said, again. Her blue eyes sparkled in the way that Daniel was, as if she knew how crazy her request sounded while speaking completely matter. Like she was suggesting nothing more than getting a cup of coffee.\n\nDan was, of course, supremely interested in the idea of receiving a blow job from the fat assed dog girl. It wasn’t as if he’d stopped noticing how pretty she was just because he’d pushed aside his desires for romance, one didn’t need to drive a Ferrari to think one looked good after all. Still, Dan had no idea how Morgan being ‘sleepy’ related to her desire to give a blow job. There was also the small issue of her boyfriend, a big lug of a man who could undoubtedly drive Dan into the ground like a tent peg.\n\n“Cum is like caffeine to me.” Morgan said, as if sensing an explanation was required, but leaving Dan even more confused.\n\n“Explain?”\n\nShe sighed, taking a deep breath and wishing people would just believe her when she told them cum was like an energy drink for her, perking her up better than a coffee ever could. “Look, I get how it sounds. But ever since I lost my virginity, I’ve discovered that cum is like… the perfect pick me up!” A flirtatious smile crossed her face and she glanced around the room as if just now she was getting shy. “It’s a lot easier to show you than explain.”\n\nDan supposed he couldn’t argue with that, and if the pretty Brittany wanted to give him head, who was he to complain or look that gift horse in the mouth? Unfortunately, there was still one major concern that worried him. “What about your boyfriend?”\n\n“We have an understanding.” Morgan said. “He knows about my condition, and so he’s agreed I can give head to other guys if I need.”\n\nDan forced himself not to laugh, didn’t want to ruin this by making her think he was laughing at her, in case it wasn’t a joke. Although, Dan had to admit, Morgan seemed much perkier just talking about giving him head. “Alright, well, where do you want to do this?”\n\nMorgan stood up, taking Dan by the paw and leaving their stuff behind, the two friends trekked across the library and over to the restrooms. There were three: a man’s room, a woman’s room, and a gender-neutral bathroom that was just a single toilet behind a locked door. It was Dan’s turn to nervously check over his shoulder, not sure what would happen if someone noticed them entering a single occupancy bathroom together. The rational part of his brain was screaming at him that this was a terrible idea, but he was far too aroused to listen to that voice! He stepped into the bathroom behind her, following that phat ass, even if he still wasn’t entirely sure what to expect.\n\n1/2"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PI] Jan’s Odyssey
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"content": "I brought the hat with me to dinner. Partly because I really liked how I looked in it, but mostly so I could test its powers on someone other than Fiona or my parents—which would be gross. Neither my mom nor my dad seemed to recognize the cap, asking me where I found it. \n\n“Thought it was yours,” I said to my mom, getting into the car and putting on my seatbelt. “It was in the attic.”\n\n“Ah, well, some of the stuff up there is your aunt Bella’s,” my mother said. “Dropped a box off years ago and never came back for it. Looks nicer on you than it did her.”\n\n“Now, honey,” my dad said, carefully. “Be nice.”\n\nMom rolled her eyes, but said nothing more about her estranged sister. \n\nMy parents took us to a decent steak place nearby. It was the sort of place where the ambiance was dark, the music was a bit too loud, and the servers were all gorgeous and dressed in black: men in long-sleeved dress shirts and pants, women in skimpy little dresses I didn’t have the curves for. We were seated by a beautiful, chesty woman named Veronica. She was about mine and Fiona’s height, but had curly brown hair and a mouth full of magnificent white teeth. \n\n“Here are the menus. I’ll be back in a bit with some water, and we can go over drinks,” she said, flashing her most dazzling smile.\n\nI waited all of five seconds before announcing I had to go to the bathroom.\n\n“Hurry back,” my dad called after me. “The server will be coming back soon!”\n\n“Just tell her I want a steak salad!” I shouted over my shoulder. \n\nTurning the corner, narrowly avoiding another overly attractive server with a tray full of appetizers, I spotted Veronica alone, filling some glasses with iced water. She had her back to me, and there was a surprising lack of any onlookers in an otherwise busy restaurant. She was just finished with the last glass when I threw the cap towards her.\n\nWith the same impossible accuracy, it landed on Veronica’s head. Her body stiffened, and time seemed to slow down. I saw my fingers disintegrate into small, flesh coloured dots that soared over to the server and disappeared into her. My arms followed suit. As did the rest of me.\n\nWhen I was solid again, I was breathing heavily inside Veronica’s body. I lifted her fingers, stared at the black press on nails. The few hairs along her arm were standing on end. Goosebumps lined the tanned flesh. Her cleavage looked even more pronounced from this angle.\n\nI grabbed the tray of food and carried it carefully towards where our table was. I handed everyone a glass of ice water, attempting my best imitation of Veronica’s eager smile. \n\n“So…are we ready, or do you need a few more minutes?”\n\nMy parents and Fiona exchanged glances, mumbled about being ready, but that one member of their party was in the washroom. I took down their order on a notepad I found in Veronica's back pocket. A blue steak for dad, steak salad for me, pasta arrabbiata for Fiona, and a bouillabaisse for mom. My parents ordered some red wine, as well. \n\nI smiled again, and, just as I was about to leave, Dad pointed to my head and said, “weird. My daughter has a hat just like that.”\n\n“It’s coming back, I guess,” I said. \n\nAfter a couple of minutes of searching, I walked over to the staff restroom. I stared at my new reflection in the mirror, amazed by the way it mimicked my movements back to me. \n\n“Alright…Now how do I get out of here without being noticed,” I mumbled, tapping Veronica’s pen against the notepad.\n\nBehind me, the door opened. Another server dressed in an identical black dress. She was a foot and a half shorter than Veronica was, even in high heels, with blonde hair tied into a ponytail. The tag on her equally massive bust said Sally. She smiled politely at me and walked over to the stall. \n\nI tossed the hat her way and felt myself empty out of Veronica and into Sally.\n\nI straightened myself up and turned around to see a slightly confused Veronica standing by the mirror.\n\n“Everything alright, Veronica?” I asked. Sally’s voice was light and airy. \n\n“Yea…” Veronica said, sounding unsure. Then, as though her brain was catching up with the last few minutes, she explained that she came in here for a quick break before putting in the next order. She said she’d catch me later and exited the restroom.\n\nI felt a strange, yet familiar twinge of something like envy as my eyes fell on her long, slender legs. A strange, faraway voice in my head that sounded a lot like Sally’s thought the words, *Some girls get everything.*\n\nI paused. It seemed like the bodies I possessed was aware in some way. But I hadn’t heard anything from Fiona or Veronica when I was inside of them. And I was in them for longer than I had been Sally. Weird…\n\nI looked at Sally’s reflection in the mirror. She looked quite pretty. Short and thick, but proportioned. I couldn’t imagine she had trouble getting many dates. \n\n“Don’t fret, girl,” I said to Sally’s reflection. “You’ve got it.”\n\nI felt a pressure in Sally’s bladder just then. Looked like she had to go. \n\nNot wanting to take a piss in another girl’s body, but feeling that this was probably the best chance of escaping the staff restroom, I walked into the stall, locked the door, and sat Sally’s generous behind on the toilet. What I would need to do now had to be one quick motion.\n\nI tossed the hat over the stall. I emptied out of Sally *through* the stall door and reanimated myself underneath the cap. Once I was solid again, I scurried out of the restroom. The only person who spotted me was a confused busboy, who simply shrugged and decided that it wasn’t his problem one way or the other.\n\nWhen I squeezed back into the booth next to Fiona my dad commented on how long I’d been gone. I just shrugged at him and listened while my parents grilled Fiona about work, family, etc.\n\nAbout half an hour later, Veronica returned with our food. \n\n“No hat?” My dad remarked, pointing to Veronica’s bare head.\n\n“Sorry?” She asked, looking politely confused.\n\n“Your cap,” my dad said, now pointing towards my head. “Didja lose it?”\n\nVeronica looked towards me, and got that weird rebooting look in her eyes. Her mouth curled into a smile and said, “it was getting hot, so I just put it away.”\n\n“Hopefully it didn’t get lost in the food,” my dad said, laughing.\n\nVeronica pretended to find that funny, asked us if we needed anything else, and walked over to her next table."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You head round the back of your friend's place and find him standing by the back window. He invited you so he isn't surprised to see you; he beckons you over and gestures inside. You realise he's stroking his dick while watching something through the glass..
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"content": "\"Dom? Dom, what's going... Dom what the fuck?!!\" Brian yelled.\n\nIt's been a long day for Brian, and even longer without seeing his old friend Dom. Since their last ride together a few years back Brian had solely focused on his family, putting time towards living a clean life with his wife and son in a new city.\n\nSo when he received a call from Dom one evening, Brian was quite happy. He hadn't heard from Dom or the others in so long and he felt like catching up. \n\n\"I'll tell you all about when I see you again.\" Dom said before hanging up. He texted Brian his new house address, the old one apparently blew up or something, and after a few days of planning, Brian said farewell to his wife and son and made the drive to Dom's.\n\nHe arrived late in the evening, the drive taking six hours. When Brian arrived at the address the house was pitch black. Expecting a trap, Brian's instincts kicked in and while he didn't have a gun on him, he knew well enough to handle himself, confident in his abilities if things came down to a fight.\n\nHe found the door unlocked and while the lights were off, Brian immediately spied Dom standing at the far end of the room. He was staring out from the back window, standing stock still.\n\nHe approached carefully, thinking Dom had something serious going on. What he didn't expect was to find Dom rubbing his cock and apparently staring outside.\n\nRight at an old 1981 Ford Bronco parked across the street.\n\n\"Dom. DOM! DOM SNAP THE FUCK OUT OF IT!\" Brian yelled. He'd have slapped Dom but he didn't quite want to do that while the man had his pants down and his penis up.\n\n\"Brian...\" Dom slurred dreamily. His tone sounded off, like he was in a trance. \"Damn, who knew? After all the planes we flew, the good things we've been through, that I'd be standing right here with you.\"\n\n\"Fuck, where's Mia?\" Brian asked Dom before realizing that was a bad idea. \"Mia? Mia! Are you here? Fuck, what happened to Dom?\" He began yelling, rushing out and searching the house.\n\n\"Been thinking about another path. I know we loved to hit the road and laughed but something told me that it wouldn't last.\" Dom continued in a singsong, trance-like tone. Brian at this point had gone upstairs, only to find no one at all in the house.\n\n\"Had to switch up, Brian. Had to look at things different, see the bigger picture.\" Dom continued, still staring at the Bronco as he stroked his cock. He smiled/\n\n\"Those were the days, hard work forever pays. Now I see you...\" Dom grunted as the Bronco's lights lit on.\n\n\"I see you... in a better place. Uh!!\" He finished, Dom mildly convulsing as he came, his cock splattering his jizz all over the window.\n\nHe continued to stare outside, his gaze dreamily following the man inside the Bronco. The man, heavily muscled, heavily tattooed, leaned back as he put his vehicle in reverse and onto the road before driving off.\n\n\"Dom, what's up with the house? Why is the electricity cut off?\" Brian's rapid fire questions flew right over Dom's head as he continued to stare at the fading Bronco driving into the night.\n\n\"Wait. Wait, was that Luke?\" Brian asked, incredulous."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She always liked to give her bustier friends a hard time, "playfully" groping them and saying they owed their friends the chance to play with such nice boobs. However, after a late "growth spurt" & the freshman 15, she's suddenly the bustiest member of the group. Now the tables had turned...
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"content": "Mira's hands were rough. Ivi's were gentler. Both efficient in their own way. Unlike Yamila's that, even though one covered her mouth, it failed to contain the many moans escaping the young woman's lips.\n\n\"You owe us the chance to play with such nice tits.\" Mira paraphrased her every time after a round of moaning.\n\n\"They're so huge! Look how they overflow my hands.\" Ivy joined the mockery by repeating yet another of Yamila's famous remarks from the time that her hands were the ones doing the groping and kneading. From the time that she was as flat as a board.\n\nThen the last eight months happened.\n\nMountains rose where, for years, there were only mosquito bites, an unrelenting growth that made her bigger than her two busty friends combined.\n\nMira pinched a nipple.\n\nIvy slowly brushed a finger against the other.\n\nYamila gasped yet again, eyes pleading.\n\nHer friends answered with devilish smiles.\n\nThe tables had turned, but she wouldn't have it any other way. After all, none of what she had said was untrue."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [pm] lets have some old gold transformation prompt. but with some rules!
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"content": "1. An athletic gamer girl tomboy\n2. A mysterious analytics app that she installs when she starts streaming starts to transform her.\n3. She becomes A busty, curvy, horny cat girl \n4. It happens in Her increasingly gamerfied apartment.\n\nAlternately\n1. A rude and arrogant cheerleader\n2. A goth succubus with magic\n3. She gets transformed into A perky, cheerful, and affectionate bubble gum goth /candy goth slutty bestie.\n4. College campus (either a normal one, or one where magic and monster girls are known to be around)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: she cloned herself for some fun sex, but then it started turning into a competition to see who can make the other cum first!
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"content": "Your arrival into the room was heralded by the shattering sound of your whiskey tumbler as it hit the floor. \n\nBoth of them jumped and looked at you before laughing and sounding out simultaneously \"*Hey Hun.*\"\n\n\"*Oh, that's weird.*\" They both spoke together again, before breaking down laughing. \n\n\"I guess you figured out the clone thing, eh?\" You managed as you side stepped the puddle and glass, approaching the two identical copies of your smoking hot, temporal engineering major girlfriend. \n\nAs they recovered they both spat out a \"*yeah!*\" in stereo. \n\n\"I knew this was a kink thing.\" You said, watching them both blush and squeeze their shoulders up in the adorable way she did whenever she was caught. The things that did to her cleavage always caused you to let her off the hook though, and now with four soft tits pressed together as they leaned against one another feigning innocence had you about as hard as you'd ever been.\n\n\"*I mean, a little.*\" They replied. Stroking the tops of each other's perfect tits.\n\n\"So when did you get it going? And who's who here?\"\n\n\"*Oh, we've been fucking since noon.*\" The two brunettes pulled at each other's waists, drawing their hips together as they shared a lustful moment. \"*But we don't know who's who.*\" \n\n\"How is this going to work then? You can't do everything together.\"\n\n\"*Oh we have that settled.*\" The two were pretending they weren't grinding their thighs together and pulling softly down from their waists to each other's opposing ass cheek. As they twisted around together and threw a naughty look back between the two of them at you, your cock got impossibly harder. Peeking out from between their identical dummy thicc posteriors were two identical puffy drooling pussies, Clearly abused from the days experiments. Just above them however, and almost as exciting, were plugs with pink and yellow jewels, respectively. \n\n\"*You okay hun?*\" They both said, Desperate for you to reach out and dance your fingers across their folds. \n\n\"Yeah.\" You stammered, as you drew a digit up each of their slick slits, before gently pushing into their core. \n\n\"*Ooohhhhh, yesssssss*\" was not something you were expecting to set you off, but the display and hearing it in stereo had caused a significant amount of precum to stain the front of your khakis. \n\n\"*I don't think we should wait like we planned, he's already making a mess*\" Was moaned between them, before another giggle and smile. \n\n\"It's my turn first!\"\n\"It's her turn first!\" \n\nThat was the first time they'd said something different since you'd happened upon them, and you couldn't figure out who said what.\n\n\"*You have two of me now, one for sucking, and one for fucking!*\" The cute laugh you were so intimately familiar with spilled out in perfect harmony yet again. God you were turned on. \n\n\"Uhh, okay again, a little confused on the logistics here, how exactly did you decide that?\" \n\n\"*We fucked for it silly.*\" They replied, still squirming against my hands.\n\n\"Oh...\" was all you had for that. \"I assume that's how you decided on Pink and Yellow?\"\n\n\"*No, we had that planned out incase this worked months ago. We weren't sure if we should start getting you used to this with t-shirts and work up to ass jewlery though or... ...well I guess it kinda worked out that you walked in when you did.*\" They both smiled mischievously again. \n\n\"Oooookaaaaaay then.\" You said. \n\n\"*Well first we tried to Rock, Paper, Scissors for first fuck, then we tried to Pick a number between one and ten, we realized it was futile trying to find our answer. Until we remembered the double egg vibrators you picked out for me last Christmas, the ones with the \"random vibration\" settings. We were just about recovered from our initial tryst*-\"\n\n\"Of course you guys fucked before trying to figure this out, and then fucking was the only scientific solution.\"\n\n\"*Yeah, duh*.\" Sounded from both of them. They both looked at you like you were the dumbest man on earth, while still driving their hips back over your hands. You decided it was time to add a second finger, and suddenly all was forgiven. Then they continued. \"-*so we both used the vibes to try and come quicker, but we couldnt exactly keep our hands off each other either*.\" They paused. \"*You know how I love to fight dirty*.\" \n\n\"Coming from the two of you, that was the sexiest shit that's ever been said in this bedroom.\" \n\n\"*We know*.\" They licked their lips, and twisted their hips against my fingers and moaned together, \"*now speed that up*.\" You obliged.\n\n\"*Basically we decided whoever came first would be the winner, and get to have their way with you and the other for the first day. Every night at midnight- ahh fuck yes - we swap and my copy*-\" they both kissed one another passionately, a strand of drool spanning between their sexy pouts \"-*takes control*.\" \n\nYou listened to the panting and heavy breathing of the sexiest woman alive cumming as you curled your finger against her g-spot and her slick canals clamped down on your hands. All the while she continued to make out with herself before the doppelgangers collapsed.\n\nFrom their exhausted faces now buried in the bedsheets they explained that the same method would be used for day to day encounters until they were ready to publish their thesis. One hell of a comedown topic, but hey, you guessed science couldn't all be fucking.\n\n\"So I have just one more question before I drill you until you can't walk.\"\n\n\"*Yeah?*\" They wiggled their hips back up until they were positioned on their knees, presenting their plugs for further consideration.\n\n\"Who won first fuck? Pink or yellow?\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Have you ever wanted to…? (Write your sexual to-do list. See mine in the comments.)
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"content": "**Have you ever wanted to lay between your lover's legs and feel her center's warmth against your lips?** \nTaking your time running your tongue up her soft, smooth legs? Nibbling on the inside of her thighs. Ignoring her wetness, even as her hips twitch towards your mouth. The sweetest sounds escaped her throat, filling the room with her desire and need. \n**Have you ever wanted to lay between your lover's legs and tease her within an inch of her sanity?** \nAnd when she can't take a second more, you run your tongue over her wet lips while pinning her hips down to keep her from thrusting up. You continue your teasing assault as you spread her open with your tongue and softly begin to lap up her juices. \n**Have you ever wanted to lay between your lover's legs and tell her she's a good girl as you remove one hand from her hips?** \nGently, you insert one finger, followed by a second. You chuckle as she grips them with her muscles and slowly start to pump your fingers in and out in a rhythmic pattern. As her moans pick up, your fingers continue at their steady pace; you're not ready for her to cum yet. You whisper sweet nothings against her lower stomach, leaving a trail of kisses behind each word until you hit your prize. \n**Have you ever wanted to lay between your lover's legs to hear her breath hitch as you wrap your lips around her clit?** \nShe grinds her hips against your mouth as she begs you to go faster. Your pace never increases; the pressure stays the same. She descends into wild abandonment as her orgasm rips through her, causing her to thrash about, your rock-hard cock oozing with pre-cum. \n**Have you ever wanted to lay between your lover's legs and make her beg you not to stop?** \nYou give her what she wants until she's left as nothing more than a shaking, panting, almost breathless mess. And as you sit up and look at your lover, you take in every inch of her. Her heaving chest, red face, sweaty forehead, and messy hair. \n**Have you ever wanted to lay between your lover's legs and fuck her into another galaxy and back?** \nEventually, she opens her eyes and watches as you stroke your cock close to her center. \n\"My turn.\" You say casually, smirking down at her as you push yourself into her, ready to make her scream and cum again."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Thanks to the "Proteins Shakes" you've been giving her, you were going to love watching her tits grow instead of her muscles.
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"content": "Look I know I'm insecure, Lauren was just so perfect and beautiful, and I was sure she didn't want to be with someone like me. It's not that I think I'm unattractive but I consider myself average at best. Lauren on the other hand was on the swim team in high school, has amazing legs and thighs, and oh my God her ass is to die for! Combine that with eyes as blue as the sky and a pretty face and I am so far out of my league I might as well be playing a different sport.\n\nSo you can imagine how I felt when she joined a new gym and I saw well muscled gym bros checking her out in the background of her videos. These dudes could probably break me in half without breaking a sweat and they certainly were the type of guy who got a total babe like Lauren over me. As she started spending more time at the gym recently my insecurity got the better of me. I was sure she was cheating on me.\n\nThat's where Sandra came in. Sandra's been my best friend since we were kids. Honestly I had always expected to end up with Sandra we were so alike, that is until I found out she played for the other team. She was also way too smart. She didn't trust Lauren either. Maybe it was one too many of her girlfriends sleeping with men on the side but Sandra was bitter and suspicious.\n\nThat's where the \"protein powder\" I've been feeding Lauren the last two days came from. Sandra promised that the chemical additive would make it obvious if Lauren was cheating. How? Apparently my crazy genius mad scientist friend had discovered a chemical that made a woman's vreasts grow when she was exposed to cum. She'd even tested it on a couple of her cheating girlfriends. I saw the after pictures and was stunned that those girls could even find clothes that fit!\n\nOf course, I should have known something was going to go wrong. After two days of giving Lauren her protein shake before she went to the gym nothing had changed. She didn't look an inch bigger. What I was dumb enough not to realize was I couldn't fuck her either! When her had slipped under my shorts while we watched a movie in our apartment I didn't think about it at first. By the time it dawned on me it was too late. Her head was in my lap and my cock was wrapped by her soft sweet lips.\n\nWhat was I supposed to do? My beautiful girlfriend was sucking my dick, I'm hard as a rock and I can't stop her. What would I say, \"Sorry baby I can't fuck you because it would make your tits swell?\" She would have found out I didn't trust her! And that was the best possible outcome. No I kept my mouth shut and tried hard not to cum. Of course that failed, Lauren knew exactly what I liked and when her tongue slid from my balls all the way to the tip of my cock while it caressed the underside of my shaft I was shuddering. Then she flicked the opening of the crown with the tip of her tongue and it was too much, I pumped a thick pent up load down her throat while she moaned and purred around my shaft.\n\nI wasn't sure what I was expecting as she swallowed the thick load. Were her breasts going to explode out of her top? Would they swell visibly like balloons. I couldn't exactly observe as Lauren dragged me to our bedroom so I could return the favor but I checked a few times that night, especially after pumping another load into her pussy. I began to wonder if Sandra had been pulling my leg. As I fell asleep tangled with my girlfriend's naked body I assumed Sandra had just been trying to reassure me.\n\nBoy was I wrong. It didn't happen when Lauren had contact with cum. Well not exactly. Sandra explained it later in technical terms but I'll be honest I didn't understand. What I did know was that something happened the next morning.\n\n\"Morning babe,\" Lauren greeted me as she stuffed a piece of bacon in her mouth. I smelled eggs and toast as well and knew today was one of her more relaxed diet days. \"Grab a plate, eggs are almost done.\"\n\nI grumbled a thanks, far less of a morning person than my girlfriend who had been up for hours, dressed in her workout clothes, and started breakfast. As I grabbed a plate and put several strips of bacon on my plate as well as two slices of already buttered toast I thanked her again and kissed her cheek. She was stuffing her third slice of bacon in her mouth and paused her eating only for the kiss. As I had leaned over I had certainly noticed her top put her tits on display very nicely. My insecurities flared again and I resolved to talk to Sandra about why her chemical hadn't worked.\n\n\"I am starving this morning! You must have given me a real workout last night,\" Lauren's flirty teasing made me look up as she scraped a portion of fresh scrambled eggs onto my plate. \"If I didn't know better I'd skip the gym for a repeat performance.\"\n\nI blinked. Not because of what she said, but because of her chest. As she continued to eat it had begun to swell. Not noticeably at first but increasingly so as she shoveled a large portion of eggs and three slices of toast into her mouth. Lauren never ate like that but I hardly noticed. No I was noticing how her cleavage was getting deeper, her bra tighter, and her top stretching as her assets swelled to new proportions.\n\nLauren's breasts had always been nice. They fit her frame, she wouldn't have been called busty by anyone. It was a side effect of her athletic activities. However, now she was definitely packing some new endowments. A glob of egg plopped from my fork as I sat perfectly still, too stunned to move.\n\n\"Not super hungry babe?\" Lauren asked as she stole my remaining piece of toast and crammed it in her mouth without thinking. \"God this tastes so good! Going to have to work it off later though, I'm starting to notice my clothes are tight.\"\n\nI blinked. Speechless my mind finally started working again. I would bet they felt tight. She had gone up at least two cup sizes as I'd watched. Or at least what I guessed was two cup sizes. I stared at her chest openly and she finally noticed my gaze as she got up and grabbed our plates.\n\n\"You can have more tits later!\" GIggling Lauren put the plates in the sink. She cooked, so I was expected to clean, only fair. \"Now I gotta go I'm running late.\"\n\nAs my newly busty girlfriend got ready a d grabbed her gym bag I could only stare. Then I did something I'm not proud of. I dropped double helping of Sandra's protein powder in the blender and hastily made Lauren's morning protein shake. I called after her just as she hit the door and rushed up with the drink.\n\n\"Thanks babe!\" The kiss and the gratitude made me feel like crap, but when she hugged me and her expanded bust pressed to my chest I lost all rational thought. \"Ser you later!\"\n\nAs Lauren left I scrambled for my phone. I hadn't really believed Sandra before s ok I hadn't asked a ton of questions, but damn if I didn't have some now.\n\nEnjoy this story and want to see more? Check out [ErosStory](https://www.reddit.com/user/ErosStory/comments/y87jbw/support_my_writing/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The Dragon/Dragoness is the last of its kind in this region, and is feeling the urge to mate. Kidnap a local Prince? Post Hero's Wanted posters around the kindgom? Up to you!
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"content": "Matan moaned with tiredness; the armor was heavy, and the sun beat down on him as he climbed that mountain. From above, he watched the beautiful woman with a voluptuous body and long red hair who easily climbed the rocks like a mountain goat. He distrusted her. a stranger offering help that easily? Anyway, he had a mission. \nShe had climbed the boulder, and Matan reached out a hand when he felt the wall he was stepping on sway. Boulders tumbled down. Her foot slipped, and her hand lost its grip. He lost his breath and felt his body fall. \n\"Aaaargh!\" Matan screamed, eyes closing, when he felt a hand grab his wrist. \nEvelyn, the guide, was on the edge. What strength!. How did she get it? She made a grunt and, with both hands, pulled the knight to the edge. Matan landed on top of her sweating and panting.Staring into those emerald, deep, draconian eyes, she smelled of sulfur and flowers. What a strange but admirable woman. \n\"Thanks?\" she ask with a smile. \n\"Yes, yes, thank you very much,\" he said, blushing and quickly rising. \n\"We better camp here,\" she said, sitting down and removing her backpack from her back. \n\"No! \"I have a mission.\" The knight replied, but his body was heavy and his legs were wobbly. Matan sat down and said, \"You're right; better get ready for tomorrow.\" \nIt was already almost completely dark, with the exception of a few rays of light. Evelyn set up a fire pit and cooked the meat over the fire. Matan stared blankly. \n\"You still haven't explained to me why you're here,\" she said. \n\"I told you, the princess was kidnapped by a dragon. It's my mission to rescue her. \n\"But why? I mean, are you going to marry her or is she related to you?\" Evelyn spoke, moving closer to the knight, as if she were inspecting a jewel. \n\"Bah...I'm chaste. Furthermore, I promised to help every creature that needed my help, no matter what. \"Even if a dragon is in the way,\" he said, walking away. He wanted to maintain his concentration. \"Thanks and sorry for not trusting you.\" But I think I'm going to sleep. \nThe knight was thrown to the opposite side of the fire. He saw Evelyn's shadow over him that seemed to dance, warp, and transform. But soon tiredness overcame him, and he fell asleep. When he woke up, only embers remained, and he was alone. Who could blame her? Face a dragon? How crazy. He was the only one who accepted. He prepared himself and walked into the cave, which was actually a tunnel. He passed through the darkness until he reached the center of the mountain. There, an ancient elven palace was created that was stolen by the dragon. It was a white marble castle, lit by the sun pouring from the opening at the top of the mountain, with a large green courtyard and swimming pool. Lying on a bed of furs, playing with flowers He saw the delicate blonde figure. Princess Gweniver. But where was the dragon? Would he have gone hunting? or would it be even deeper? \n\"Princess, princess, I came to get you,\" he said, bowing to her. \"Let's go quickly before the monster arrives,\" he said, pulling her arm. \n\"Argh, let go of me. I'm not going anywhere,\" she said, pushing herself backward. \n\"Are you crazy?\" Has the beast hypnotized you? \"I don't have time.\" Matan took her by the lap, and Gwinivere struggled uselessly. Matan was carrying her in his arms when he felt something tug at his armor's shoulder, \"Evelyn?\"\"I'm glad I found you. We better go... argh.\" \nMatan fell to the ground in pain as he felt the pressure of the redhead's hands crack his armor. Impossible! When he looked again, his body froze. Evelyn's figure was the same, but her neck and arms appeared to be covered in red scales; two red leather wings ripped through her clothing; and two curly horns sprouted from her skull. He noticed the serpentine tail and the grace on her shoulder. \n\"You! It was you.\" he shout in a mixture of fear and anger at the betrayal. \"I'm going to finish you off,\" he said, getting up and drawing his sword, ready to attack. \nHe advanced with the blade ready to cut, but only heard a shout, \"STOP!\" from the princess between his Laminda and Evelyn. It was too late, but Gwnivere was pulled back by the redhead, and the blade hit the dragoness's scaly arm, shattering it into pieces. \n\"Are you crazy?\" The knight and the dragoness shouted as if to scold the princess. \n\"Please don't fight.\" Gwniveri said, \"Sir Matan, this is Evelyn, my friend.\" Was I trying to help her? \n\"Help?\" he asked incredulously. \n\"Okay, let me explain.\" Well, I met Gwnivere in the field. One day I said I had a problem—serious problems. I'm the last dragoness of my race, and I needed a partner. When she came up with this crazy idea, Evelyn spoke, pointing to Gwnivere, who made an innocent face. \n\"Please, sir Matan, you need to help her,\" the princess begged. \n\"Not even!\" He said it indignantly. \n\"Please, you swore to help the next one,\" Gwnivere said with puppy dog eyes, \"plus, you have so much chemistry together, and she is such a beautiful woman.\" \nMatan wanted to fight her madness. But he was tired. It was true that Evelyn was beautiful, and at least she was a good woman in guide form. He just wanted to go home. He looked at the dragoness. She had saved the princess from his blade, and her green eyes looked sad. Damn, Matan, you promised to help everyone and everything. \n\"humf...fine\" He said to the delight of the princess, who jumped and jumped, \"So how do we do this?\" \"It's my first time.\" \n\"Mine too,\" Evelyn said, looking around and blushing, \"but I think I know what to do.\" The dragoness spoke with a mischievous tone. \nBefore Matan could respond, the dragoness's claws ripped through his armor like dry leaves, leaving him completely naked. Evelyn's eyes widened in surprise. The dragoness felt the luxury's flames set her on fire and jumped on Matan, knocking him to the ground. \n\"And now?\" The two of them flushed. \n\"Uh huh. I've read a lot of books about it. Evelyn uses her tongue around \"his sword,\" the princess said, biting her lip at the show. \nThe dragoness closed her eyes and stuck out her hot tongue. Evelyn felt her mouth fill with the hard cock of the knight, who groaned. \"sorry!\" She murmured, but she could see that Matan liked the feeling. Gwnivere watched excitedly as the princess's hand brushed under her gown. \n\"Humf. Now you sit on his lap.\" Gwnivere ordered, \"You, sir, matan, suck her nipples.\" \nThe couple complied. Evelyn felt hot and wet on the knight's lap, her pussy rubbing against Matan's hard cock. They stared at each other, blushing for a moment. Matan's hand slipped around Evelyn's waist, and he kissed her. Tongues danced as the two fought. Matam nibbled on the nipples of the dragoness, who moaned and squirmed. Gwnivere watched with her hand under her dress; it was so much more exciting than in the books. \nEvelyn thrust her hips forward and spread her pussy, which was slowly invaded by Matan's cock. She was tight and hot as a volcano. \n\"M-matan,\" growled the dragoness. She moved her hips, making the knight groan and squirm. \"Please breed me.\" \nThe dragoness begged. The couple's pleasure grew like a volcano ready to explode. Evelyn let out a roar that shook the mountain, and Matan felt a bolt of pleasure hit her body. They hugged and intertwined their fingers as they kissed. And the princess watches with luscious fingers and pleasure as the knight's cock fills and overflows Evelyn's pussy. \n/////////////// ///////////////////// //////////////// ////////// \nGwinevere is in the field, picking flowers. Soon she would marry the prince of the southern islands. Matan was in the distance, watching. He was elected the official knight of the kingdom and personal bodyguard of the princess. Soon, a winged figure landed in front of the princess. \n\"Evelyn,\" said Gwen, hugging the dragoness. \n\"I heard you're getting married. \"I came to bring gifts,\" she said, opening a bag full of jewels and diamonds. \n\"But you don't have to. That's my wedding gift,\" said the princess, pointing to the dragoness' huge pregnant belly. \nMatan and Evelyn stared at each other for a few seconds. \"I can,\" he said. She nodded, and the knight ran his hand over her belly, feeling it kick. Both laughed for a second, and the knight grabbed the dragoness for a deep kiss. \n\n\n \nsorry for the typos, i dont really any idea about the epilogue"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "Most compasses point to magnetic north," said the shopkeep, "But this compass points in a much more interesting direction" You happen to know roughly north and it seemed as though he was lying. "However beautifully designed, it's just an ordinary compass," you thought.
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"content": "I stepped out of the store with the compass in my hand. The shopkeeper's inane ramblings threw me off, but with its silver housing, decorated with engravings of poppies and orchids, it was a really nice little antique. Definitely worth the less than two dollars he was charging for it.\n\nAs I walked back toward my apartment, however, I noticed something odd. The compass *always* seemed to point north. Even when I passed the massive iron gates of the old park, or when I'd accidentally bring it close to my magnetic key ring connector. The needle never veered from the north, no matter what I did.\n\nOr at least, never *because* of what I did. Because just as I arrived at the front door of my apartment building, I saw that the needle was actually pointing north-northwest. I looked around me, just to be sure, but there was nothing nearby that could be throwing it off. Besides, it had never been thrown off before, even when it should've been.\n\n*So what could be throwing it off now?* I thought.\n\n*\"But this compass points in a much more interesting direction,\"* the shopkeeper had said.\n\nIt seemed ridiculous at the time, but now... well, it was the closest thing I had to an explanation. So maybe I should at least humor it. \n\"Besides,\" I figured, \"if something *was* interfering with the compass, the direction the needle is pointing *should* be a clue.\" \nSo instead of going inside, I decided to follow the compass and began walking up the northward street.\n\nI spent at least an hour snaking through the grid of city streets. It didn't help that the further along I went, the more the needle seemed to drift. \n*This is stupid,* I thought to myself more than once, *obviously the guy just sold me a dodgy compass.* \nBut I was never able to convince myself. If it was just a dodgy compass, then why was it working so perfectly before? So I pressed on, even as the needle started drifting more and more.\n\nEventually, though, I reached a point where I had to give up. The needle was now drifting faster than I could adjust my direction. \n\"Fucking piece of junk,\" I said as I took a seat on a nearby bench, \"waste of my time.\" \nI wanted just to turn around and go home, but I was totally exhausted. I at least needed a minute to catch my breath before I did any more walking. So I sat with the compass in my hand, watching the needle turn like the hand on a clock. As the needle approached the east mark, I heard footsteps coming from the street corner to my right, and I instinctively turned to the source of the sound. A woman was passing through the intersection, carrying a reusable grocery bag. She had jet-black hair and skin the color of almonds. She wore a pleated turqoise blouse and tight jeans that showed off a serious bubble butt. I squeezed my legs together around my growing chub and looked back down at the compass, which was past the east mark and now drifting toward the north. \n*Wait a second,* I thought. \nI turned back to the woman and lifted the compass up into my field of view. The needle was pointing straight at her, even as I turned it around. I stood up and starting walking around, and the needle continued to drift towards her. \n*It's her!* I thought, *The compass is leading me to her!* \nWithout thinking any further, I pocketed the compass and started walking towards her. \n\"Excuse me, miss?\" I said. \nShe turned around and looked at me quizzically. \n\"Me?\" she asked. \n\"Yeah, um...\" I paused, realizing too late that I hadn't come up with any sort of plan, \"If you don't mind me asking... what's your name?\" \n\"Aaliyah,\" she said, \"You?\"\n\"Chase. Anyway, um... I bought this compass from a weird store and... well, it seems to always point towards you for some reason. I have no idea what's going on, but...\" \n\"Can I see it, please, Chase?\" she asked. \n\"Oh, um, sure.\" \nI fished the compass out of my pocket and held it up for her to see. \n\"Look, if I hold it out in front of me, like this,\" I said, \"it points straight towards you. No matter where I go...\" \nI walked in a circle around her to demonstrate my point. The needle pointed straight at her the entire time. \n\"That is weird,\" Aaliyah said, \"Can I have a closer look?\" \nI handed her the compass. As soon as it was in her hands and not mine, the needle flipped around to point at me. \n\"Huh,\" she said, \"whatever it's doing, it seems to work both ways.\" \nShe handed it back to me, and the needle flipped back around. \n\"Where did you say you got it?\" she asked. \n\"From this mysterious shop on the other side of town,\" I said, \"the shopkeep said it 'points in a much more interesting direction.'\" \n\"Do you think it might be magical?\" \n\"I mean, I didn't used to believe in magic, but... well, I can't seem to think of another explanation.\" \n\"And if this magic compass led you to me... and me to you...\" \nThe brown of her face took on a reddish tint as the implication of her words set in. \n\"Well, as far as potential soulmates go,\" I said, \"I feel like I could do a lot worse.\"\n\nAaliyah took me back to her place, setting the grocery bag down in the kitchen before dragging me into her bedroom. \n\"Right to it, huh?\" I chuckled. \n\"We're soulmates, aren't we?\" she said, \"Why wait?\" \nAaliyah pulled me into a deep kiss as she unfastened my belt. My slacks fell to the floor, leaving my boxers the only thing between her and my stiff member. Her boldness proved contagious, and I returned the favor with a firm smack to her ass. She moaned into my mouth as the fat mound jiggled in her jeans. \n\"You like my ass, don't you?\" she said. \n\"It's so hot,\" I said. \n\"Well then, maybe I should give you a better view.\" \nAaliyah broke away from me and walked over to the foot of her bed. She gave me a sultry wink as she unzipped her jeans, dropping them to the floor with her panties before bending over the bed. Her juicy bum stuck straight up into the air, the folds of her cunt just peeking out between her thighs. I pulled my cock out through the fly of my boxers and stroked the tip against her lips. The wetness of her pussy rubbed off on my glans. I put my hands on her cheeks and squeezed. \n\"Oh, yeah, baby!\" Aaliyah said, \"Keep touching me like that.\" \nI slid my cockhead up and down the length of her slit as I continued to knead her butt. \n\"Put it in, baby!\" she shouted, \"Fill me up with that hot rod of yours!\" \nI gave Aaliyah another spank, then thrust my dick into her. She screamed as I slid in and out of her, keeping the vibration of her ass going as she tightened her grip on the bedspread. She ground her hips against mine, humming and grunting until she found just the right spot. \n\"Oh, God yes!\" she said, \"Right there, oh right there, baby! Keep going!\" \nI spanked her again, and her walls clenched around my cock as she gasped. Her entrance was so slick that it took barely any effort to thrust, yet I could feel every single ridge as I slid in and out of her hole. \n“Fuck, Aaliyah, I’m… fuck, you’re so good, I’m… I’m…” \nBefore I could finish my sentence, I felt a flood of juices rush over my dick as she let out her loudest moan of the night, just in time for me to cum right after. \n“God,” she said, “if that’s the kind of sex I can look forward to for the rest of my life, sign me up!” \nI slid my cock out from between her legs, leaving a trail of cum across her inner thighs. \n“I’m gonna go to the bathroom,” I said, “I’ll be right back.”\n\nAfter a quick washing up, I walked back into Aaliyah’s bedroom, and saw her laying fast asleep, still bottomless, the satisfied grin still on her face. I couldn’t help but smile myself. She was so beautiful, and I was really lucky to have her. \nI looked over at the nightstand, and saw my compass sitting there still. I walked over to the small table and picked it up. \n“And it’s all thanks to you,” I whispered, “little—wait a minute.” \nI looked closely at the compass face. The needle was pointing away from Aaliyah now. \n“What the…” I said, “but before… how is it… no.” \nThere was only one thing I could think of that had changed between me and Aaliyah since we met, and the smell of it still lingered in the air. \n“It… doesn’t point to your soulmate,” I realized, “It points to the next person that you’ll sleep with.” \n Now that I knew how the compass *really* worked, I was faced with a dilemma of what to do with this knowledge. I didn’t want to just leave Aaliyah so soon, but… what other options did I have? If I stayed with her any longer, I’d just be stringing her along. Besides, the fact that the needle was pointing to someone else now meant my next time having sex would be with someone else. And considering that was literally the first thing we did together, how much longer could we go being together without it? \nAnd then there was another matter: how long did I want to wait before finding this new person? On the one hand, it felt kind of dirty just using this thing for quick fucks, but… the faster I got through the list, the sooner I’d find the person I would *actually* spend the rest of my life with. And… well, who wouldn’t want that? \n*But what about Aaliyah?* I thought. \nI knew it would break her heart if I just left, but I also knew that waiting wouldn’t make it any easier. And I wouldn’t be able to stand seeing her heart break… but I also knew that just staying with her was out of the question. There was only one thing I could do. I found a small sheet of paper and a pencil, and I scrawled out a little message. \n“I was wrong about the compass. It’s not meant to be. I’m sorry. —Chase” \nI set the note on the pillow next to hers, put my pants back on, and left."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] The bad news: You got sucked into a magical painting. The good news: The painting is of a wild orgy that you're now participating in. The weird news: You are now two-dimensional.
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"content": "*I forgot my...*\n\nAll around me lying in heaps of indescribable mess are my creations.\n\nThose that fought for my pen and dragged me deeper to *their* world.\n\nSomething better than *my* attention they had obtained, a complete eurphoia of pastels and paints shakes the foundation of this plane.\n\nThe sensations and logic are different from lucidity, a complete and at the same time alien translation of laws and perception warps my 3rd omniscient view of... *Their* canvas.\n\nI am but one artist that had to struggle for the attention of a few, now that I am *here*, with them, what possible things could they revel in doing within their warped twisted minds?\n\nNothing. For I am but one artist awaiting the apocolypic end of my being assailed by those I had created from my delusions, accepting fate for it had dealt me.\n\nHowever I felt nothing but a soft breeze and the cession of sound from the world itself alighting at my presence, observing this unexpected turn of events reveals my old creations; those that had protected my hand from the infinite nebulous masses born of my warped faculties.\n\nThey looked sad, as they always do as they understand my pain in their maturity; their power derived from the sheer vastness of their existence and knowledge they exist outside of the canvas.\n\nI don't know how long I will be trapped here, but atleast I have them to comfort me within the raging hell that is my mind.\n\n----------\n\nInspired [sequel](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/comments/is0l7k/wp_youve_always_had_a_passion_for_art_and/g54y2gn/) from a long time ago..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] After the last minute carvings were complete, the arcane artisan took a few steps back, to gaze up at their new creation: a human made of sculptor's hand. While most golems were kept as keepers or guards, this one was intended to fulfill a far more important role: sensual-sweet cuddles!
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"content": "Chloe’s hands smashed through the misshapen pot, slapping together chunks of clay and climbing up her stepladder. The 9 ft behemoth beside her stood confused, staring at his bare stump with a featureless face.\n\n“How long is it going to take?” shouted a little grumbling voice below.\n\nChloe cast a quick glance at the grumbling goblin, he was polishing his monocle while a cigar smoked away and hung from his lip.\n\n“Bout 60 seconds Mr Wing-nut!” she said, pounding thick chunks of clay into the monster's shoulder and punching them in place. She climbed back down and hefted the huge arm, straining under the weight and hauling it up the ladder. She slammed the broken end into the clay-golem’s stump of a shoulder. The weight in her arms eased and her hands ran up quickly over the break, smoothing the clay together, sliding up slurry into the seam and smoothing it out until all evidence of a break was gone.\n\nChloe looked over at the furnace to see Simon shovelling coke, his arms dusted with black, lines of tan showing where sweat had run down his skin. She felt her cheeks begin to warm as her eyes fluttered closed. She held his bicep thinking ‘shouldery thoughts’ as hard as she could, imagining the feel of Simon’s muscle, her fingers running over his skin, the will to drive it all. She felt the clay begin to shift under her fingers on it’s own. She shook the intrusive thoughts back out of her head.\n\n“You good 12?” she shouted over the sound of 17 other golems and their spinning pottery wheels. His featureless face turned slowly toward her, rolling his shoulder and lifting up a heavy fist to give her a thumbs up.\n\nShe jumped down the ladder and threw the lever on his station. His wheel started to spin back up to speed and his massive hands came down hard, brute forcing the misshapen pot into a uniform circular billet to start shaping from scratch. Chloe wiped her hands on her apron, the whole side of her body caked with clay that ran up into the tips of her hair.\n\nWingnut jumped away from the splashing clay and snapped his pocket watch closed while nodding to himself. “Good work shaper!” he called as he walked along the line of clay golems, watching them draw up large industrial sized clay pots and transfer them onto little goblin-pushed trolleys.\n\nChloe scooped up the discarded chunks of clay and glanced around, the other workers all focussed down on their own tasks of maintaining the drive belts or hefting clay into coke powered furnaces. Her eyes lingered on Simon, running up his bare chest to his strong shoulders until her cheeks began to warm. She darted back to her quarters with the heavy weight, kicking the door shut with her foot.\n\nHer room was decently sized, a little private kitchen area that doubled as a bathroom and a large main room she could do whatever she wanted with. Her ‘whatever’ was a small cot to one side and the majority of the space with it’s high ceiling was devoted to a mountain of clay. She took the heavy lump in her hands and slapped it down on the mountain's shoulder.\n\nShe nodded to herself.\n\n“This is the most important bit!” she said. Rubbing her thumbs into the clay, smoothing out and defining muscle. The shoulder was the part she would snuggle into, it needed to be just perfect!\n\n\\-\n\n“S-Simon. Can I borrow you?” she said.\n\nHe glanced over his shoulder, his eyes running down until he saw her, his expression lifting.\n\n“Sure thing Shaper!” he said, throwing a cloth over his shoulder and rising off his shovel.\n\n“It’s uh, n-not work related.” she said.\n\nHe paused, cocking a brow. “What is it?”\n\n“It’s a p-p…” she took a deep breath and steadied herself. “It’s a private matter.” she said, her eyes falling down to his amused smile. He nodded and followed her away from the furnaces. He wiped his face with the cloth as they walked, the material coming away black and leaving a clean patch on his face.\n\nShe lead him to her door and fumbled with the lock.\n\n“How private are we talking?” he said, lingering by her door with a smirk. She didn’t know how to explain it, she should have made up some kind of excuse or task ahead of time. She felt her cheeks begin to burn as he glanced into her apartment and tentatively took a step inside. His eyes fell onto the golem.\n\nChloe panicked and jumped into her room, her clay covered fingers snatching underwear down off a line of cord, she raced about closing draws and fixing up her sink, moving around like a storm as Simon, the calm eye walked forward slowly. His eyes ran up and down the golem, smiling and nodding to himself. His head fell to the side to grin at Chloe.\n\n“He has my eyes.”\n\nOh god he recognised himself in it! She was practically baking the clay on her cheeks her face was so hot.\n\n“I j-just need you to stand uh…” she took his arm, pulling him along to stand beside her bed. Her fingers lingering on the strong ropes of muscle that ran down his shoulder. “...here and don’t move for a few minutes.”\n\n“All good, I’ve been used as a template before.” he said, shooing her way and standing upright, shoulders back, arms loose and head downcast slightly.\n\n“Perfect!” she said, darting back to her stepladder and climbing up to put her palm on her inanimate golem’s forehead.\n\nHer eyes remained closed as she pulled all of him into her mind. She felt the clay, she could feel it running deep down inside the mound, her flitting nervous thoughts easing down to a clear single chord.\n\nShe opened her eyes to see Simon, he wasn’t in the default pose. He stood naked and leaning against the wall with a cocky smile, arms folded. She blinked a few times, her eyes running down to his cock and lingering there. Fuck, what the nurse had said was true! She struggled to tare her eyes away from him, her cheeks blushing and feeling a heat run down her core.\n\nThe clay began to move beneath her fingers.\n\n“Fuck! No! God you’re an asshole.”\n\nSimon laughed to himself and walked forward to stand by her stepladder, smiling up at the clay. The golem turned it’s face to Chloe and she swore she could see it’s blank face cock his eyebrow at her.\n\n“You turned him into an asshole!”\n\nSimon put a hand to his heart and gasped, mocking offence. Chloe glared at Simon but her eyes betrayed herself, falling down his still naked body.\n\n“Spend a day with him having a personality. If you still don’t like him tomorrow I’ll help you make him a blank… Barb’s honour.” he said, putting a hand to his heart.\n\nShe tore her eyes from him to look back up at her golem. His hand came down, snapping around the small of her back and pulling her off the stepladder to his chest, bundling her up in his arms for a warm firm cuddle. She glared up at the cocky golem but his arms just bore down firmly around her, staining her skin and clothes with wet slurry.\n\n“Asshole.” she grumbled, but she felt her annoyance slowly whittling away in the firm hug."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] AI had become so good at copying art that most artists went offline and kept their works IRL. That was until this comically large machine started copying works...in the form of hyper-horny artistically rendered androids/gynoids.
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"content": "Marek rubbed the smell of bleach out of his hair in the running water and slicked it all back. Cold drops of water ran down the back of his singlet as he passed the morning staff. He cast a quick wave over his shoulder as he headed for the door. He paused, his eyes running over the mannequin, he closed his and nodded to himself, holding the image tight as he stepped out into the cold morning air.\r \nThere was a bundle sitting on the curb, someone drunk from the night before with a wide graze running up their arm to the shoulder, it wasn’t bleeding though. He gave them a wide berth until he saw a shudder run through their shoulders. They were dressed up in a little slutty short skirt and white blouse, hair pulled up in pigtails. He looked out into the crisp morning air just starting to glow with the pre-sunrise blue while the faint sounds of crying reached him. His bed would be warm, sleep sounded nice… he rolled his eyes and kicked himself.\r \n“Are you ok?” he said.\r \nShe startled, her head snapping up to look at him wide eyed, she had a scratch down her cheek.\r \n“S-sorry! I should probably find somewhere else to sit.” she said, her eyes snapping around the empty parking lot. She wasn’t drunk, she was alert and awake.\r \n“What happened? Do you need me to call someone?”\r \n“I- I don’t have anyone. I woke up and they were already shouting at each other, he was angry she bought me and she was angry for something else… they said I had to go.”\r \n“There’s a first-aid kit inside. Are you hungry?” he said.\r \n“I um… I don’t eat.” she said, her cheeks blushing a little as they stared at each other.\r \nShe lifted her hair and turned her head to the side, showing a small socket in the back of her neck… oh… Oh! She was a robot.\r \n“Oh, I’m sorry! I uh didn’t-”\r \n“It’s ok.” she said.\r \n“I’ll um, leave you to it.” he said, easing away from someone else's property to stare out at the cold blue. The first peaks of gold shooting up into the sky hinting that a sunrise would be there soon. He ran over her words again, nobody was coming for her but she was just a machine. But she was sad… and pretty, and Marek was apparently a pervert. He turned back and looked down to find her balled up, head in her hands again.\r \n“Do you have like a- a service picking you up or something?”\r \nShe looked up at him with a frown and shook her head.\r \n“Do you want to wait at my place, you can recharge there or work out what you’re going to do or-” she quickly rose off the curb and jumped toward him, arms outstretched before she caught herself, hovering a few inches from his skin. She winced and stepped back, nodding soberly. \r \n“Y-yes please.” she said, bowing her head slightly.\r \nShe walked beside him, fingers balled up together tight over her skirt, her eyes flicking across to his hand beside her only to quickly look away whenever he glanced in her direction. She was… His eyes ran over her. She was painfully cute, five-five, blonde, perky ‘can-I-help-you’ breasts, eyes that glittered and cheeks that flushed too easily. Her outfit was the quintessential ‘dirty schoolgirl’ and Marek thought that wasn’t really his thing until he saw her almost skipping beside him. He offered his hand and she immediately took it in both of hers, blushing and walking a step closer by his side. She didn’t say anything, just smiled to herself, still looking away and biting her lip at his glances.\r \nHe managed his ‘appartment’s front door one handed and guided her ahead of him into the space. It was a storage space set above the downstairs restaurant. It was supposed to be just storage, not an apartment, open, with a high ceiling, pipes running over the walls for a makeshift kitchen and bathroom. She wondered forward, eyes flitting over the exposed girders above, running down to his single cot, they rolled to the left and stuck there. She froze, eyes running over the few canvasses she saw and the little bits of salvaged machinery littering the space.\r \n“I paint.” he said with a shrug.\r \nShe took an involuntary step toward what was supposed to be a quarter of his apartment dedicated to painting but had quickly spilled out to take up half the space. His TV and bed and out-of-date computer all crammed into the other side.\r \n“It’s beautiful.” she said, stepping into the morning sunlight and running her eyes over his canvas. He winced at the painted face that stared back at him accusingly.\r \n“I didn’t think robot’s appreciated that sort of thing.” he said.\r \nShe didn’t respond, her eyes lingering by the half finished piece that had been killing him for a week straight. She then walked to a stack of messy canvasses all lined up on the floor. She plonked down cross legged and began walking her fingers along the tops, parting them slightly and looking down between. She didn’t speak, seemingly forgetting where she was as she ran from one image to the next.\r \nMarek dropped his bag down, eyes lingering on his bed, he shook off the need to sleep. He just needed to be awake for one last moment. He walked to his set of shelves and pulled out a tub of cords and cables, running through until he found an R-T connector.\r \n“What’s your name?” he said.\r \nShe blinked and shook her head, lifting out of her trance to turn and face him.\r \n“They didn’t give me one yet.” she said.\r \nHe nodded, it made sense. He offered her the cable. “You can re-charge, power sockets are um… yeah.” he said, pointing around. “Speaking of recharge, don’t burn the place down or anything.” he said.\r \nShe frowned, watching him back up toward his bed. Her lips moving to speak, struggling with something as he fell down to the comfortable covers with a thunk.\r \n“Th-thankyou.” she said quietly."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A young man visits a special brothel. Here men can turn into women for for a few hours and have lesbian sex with monster girls.
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"content": "\"Just drink this potion, and your body with change into that of a woman,\" the mistress of the house said. \"You'll have a little control over what you look like if you con but otherwise, it'll be largely up to the whims of fate.\n\nIt sat there, shimmering a violent pink between Johnathon and the Mistress. He had wanted an outlet, and he couldn't lie that this brothel intirgued him. A place to be someone else and experience sensations completely alien to his world view.\n\nHe gingerly took the bottle. The Mistress smiled. \"If you want to privacy, we have a room you can change in just down the hall. Oh, and I'd recommend stripping down.\" She wore a sly smile. \"It can be a little... sensitive.\"\n\nMoments later, he sat in the empty changing room, it was more of a storahe closet than anything. His clothes were folded neatly in stack, waiting patiently for him. Shimmering light streamed from the potion, providing the only other lighting than the candles left in iron lamps.\n\nTaking a deep breath, Johnathon popped the cork. It smelled faintly sweet mixed with a woman's natural scent. With one last look at his manhood, he downed the contents.\n\nIt was surprisingly pleasant. He waited from a tense moment, anxious but eager at what would happen. Keeping in mind what the Mistress had said, he focused on the kind of woman he wanted to be: a voluptuous red head with wn ample bosoms. That was the kind of woman he always saw himself as\n\nPart two when I stop falling asleep"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Projecting herself into the virtual meetup disguised as one of the many virtual strippers had been easy. She hadn't thought ahead to the fact that she'd have to play along and act the role to keep her cover, or that she could feel everything her ultra sexy avatar was doing or having done to her
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"content": "The AR was rudimentary, the tech probably a decade old. Aline lifted the end of a free cord like it was trash before wrinkling her nose and dropping it again.\n\n“Can you not touch… anything, please,” Deirdre grumbled as she got her program ready to run. “I’m almost ready.”\n\n“I know I say this every time, but are you sure this is gonna work?” Aline’s gaze ran over the mishmash of old and new tech, some of it practically archaic. “I mean, seriously! This looks like something my grandpa would use. What even is this?”\n\n“It’s a keyboard.” Deirdre could barely stop herself from continuing, *Are you an idiot?* “It’ll work. You won’t even need to do anything, I’ve got the system all set up. You just step into the tank, I’ll plug you in, and you’ll be a stripper. It’s an interactive program, so you’ll feel everything the… clients do to you. But you should be fine. This is a high society type place, they’ll probably keep their hands to themselves.”\n\nAline looked at the tank—an enormous, bronze monstrosity filled with a colorless liquid too thick to be water—and her jaw dropped. “You mean that’s not some weirdo mad scientist prop? You actually *use* that? To feel everything those creeps do? Why would anyone want that?”\n\n“Jesus fuck, Aline, maybe you should get into character.” At Aline’s blank look, Deirdre pursed her lips and glared. “Strippers don’t talk.”\n\n“Wow. If you remember, I volunteered for this. Nobody else wanted to pretend to be stripper to eavesdrop on these guys.”\n\nDeirdre rolled her eyes and refused to engage further. She and Aline were the only women in their little band, and Deirdre was much more comfortable on the other side of the virtual screen, hacking and programming. Aline was the people person, and her thin frame and perky tits made her the better choice for holoprojected stripper. Deirdre’s thick thighs, fat ass, and heavy tits weren’t exactly par for the course for these kinds of shows. Although that wasn’t the only thing that kept her from volunteering.\n\n“Are you even listening to me?”\n\n“I’m *working*, Aline. We still have twenty minutes before you even need to go in. Why are you here instead of… I don’t know, flirting with Jacob or something?”\n\nSurprisingly, Aline was quiet, aside from an indignant squeak. Deirdre wasn’t one to look a gift horse in the mouth, so she didn’t even turn from her work until she was finished.\n\n“Okay, it’s all set up. Just strip down, climb in—“ She pushed away from her work station, the wheels of her chair sliding over the shitty vinyl flooring, only to find an empty room. “Oh, for fuck’s sake.” She raised her hand to her jaw and tapped it twice, activating her mic. “Call Aline.” The software kicked into gear, and Deirdre could feel the mental static of an outgoing call. After twenty seconds, she realized Aline wasn’t going to answer. “Fine. Call Jacob.” Still nothing.\n\nShe frowned as an idea occurred to her. She tapped her jaw twice more, deactivating the mic, and ran a quick diagnostic on the air filter in the room. Normal levels of chemicals, radiation absorption, and… yep, just as she thought. Something was interfering with the frequency used by both the comm links the crew had implanted, and the anti-bacterial laser field used by the air filters in this rustbucket.\n\nShe sighed, and moved to the open doorway, sticking her head out. “Can I get some help in here?” she shouted. “I need Aline to get back and be ready for the mission!” No response. She checked the time. “Guys, we only have like five minutes until she needs to project…”\n\nWhen no answer came, she cursed under her breath, turning her gaze to the sensory tank. This mission was important. They’d been planning for weeks, and everything hinged on having a spy in the room for the meeting. She looked to the doorway again, as though Aline would have gotten over herself and come to the rescue by now, but no such luck. Deirdre squeezed her eyes shut, and acknowledged what she’d have to do. She brought her keyboard closer to the tank, set it up so that she could launch the AR program while in the tank, and took off her clothes.\n\nClimbing into the tank was just as uncomfortable and tricky as she thought it would be, but she managed eventually, trying not to grimace at the sensation of the thick fluid on her arms and torso. She checked the time again, and hurried to plug a cable into the back of her neck. This was the interface—the thing that connected the program to the central nervous system and spinal cord, allowing the “player” to keep all their senses in the Augmented Reality. She had to be fully immersed, or she’d just be a dancing hologram being groped and not hearing a damn thing she was meant to. Once that was connected, she reached over to the keyboard and hit one key, launching the program as her arm fell limply to her side.\n\nHer mind buzzed. The transition from reality to AR would have been smoother if she’d had access to newer tech, but it wasn’t as bad as it could’ve been. Not seamless, but not uncomfortable, either. Her consciousness floated in the ether for a bit as it adjusted to its new “reality” wherein she was standing on a pedestal, slightly raised from the floor. She was wearing stilettos, pasties, a thong, and nothing else. She didn’t have to look down at herself to know it, which was a good thing, because it would have looked awfully strange to the half dozen men whose gazes flicked to her when she appeared in the room.\n\nOnly one man was seated at her table, nursing his whiskey on the rocks, the rocks half-melted. His gaze roamed over her body, and she suddenly remembered she was supposed to be dancing. *How hard can it be?* she asked herself. *I’ve danced before. It’s like riding a bike.* She began by raising her arms above her head, and swaying her hips from side to side. She started to turn, the movement awkward, but she hoped she played it off enough that her client didn’t notice. As she turned, she scanned the room for the men she was supposed to be listening in on. The program she’d written would make it so that her hearing would heighten and focus on the voiceprints of the targets, but she couldn’t be sure which ones they were.\n\nThe room was dark, illuminated with the occasional blue light, and, of course, the projectors on the tables produced a small amount of red light. Anything inside that field of light was a two-way street—her clients could feel her, and she could feel them, as long as they stayed inside that cylinder of light. Of course, it wasn’t *really* light.\n\nShe mentally shook her head, clearing her mind of technical thoughts while she was supposed to be doing a sexy dance for a stranger. She completed her rotation on the pedestal, finally returning her gaze to her client. She couldn’t make out any features, but she wasn’t sure she wanted to, anyway. She ran a hand through her long hair, flipping it (she hoped) sexily as she spun around again, letting her hips and round ass take most of the attention so she didn’t have to look the client in the eye.\n\nUnfortunately, that also meant she didn’t see him stand and take a step forward. She felt his hand on her thigh, and she instinctively leaned back into the man’s chest, throwing one arm around his neck and gently massaging his scalp. His fingers were warm on her leg, and the sensation shocked her. Even more shocking was that his fingers kept moving, closer to her center, while she gyrated against him. His other hand found her breast, and she shivered as his calluses scraped the sensitive skin there, making her nipples harden.\n\n“You like that, baby?” he asked. His voice was deep and rumbling, and she could almost feel it vibrating through his chest. “Let’s see what else you like.” He squeezed her tit gently at first, then harder, dragging his palm over her nipple and making her moan. “There she is. There’s my little slut.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] [TT] Gay Anthro Reindeer
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"content": "A hunter is out one Christmas Eve, and just so happens upon the festive reindeer while they're resting between stops, he mistakes one of these magical anthro reindeer for a prized buck (as the target in question is bent over undoing a ice shoe or something. Well one shot later and that sleigh is short a puller. (Don't worry he's only been wounded)\nHunter must fill in or the holidays will be ruined! \nEither transformation via reindeer orgy out in the snow or back at the barn after all the deliveries are made as penance for shooting one of the team. Conciliatory dick suckin' that leads to a train run on hunter's ass or\n..whatever you like honestly"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Her spot on the naughty list was almost a guarantee. But this year, rather than just giving her another lump of coal, Sinner Claus decides to teach her a lesson and (hopefully) save himself a trip next year.
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"content": "The open crotch thong wasn't the worst of it. The box had arrived that morning, a dark black box with a red ribbon around it. The note tied to the top said only:\n\n \n\"Last Chance, Lacey. \nS. Claus.\"\n\n \nIf it was up to her she'd be on the naughty list and done with the whole thing, after all she was in college and beyond presents. But the new Santa clause meant all households had a combined score for the naughty and nice list. If she didn't redeem herself for the late nights and missed classes, her younger brother and sister would be getting coal too.\n\n \nNow dressed up as instructed and alone in her dorm room, she was unsure where to place herself. It was her first time wearing any lingerie, the open thong made her feel exposed and the red and white camisole did little to help. \n\nStepping to her bed she picked up the unwrapped box, a single item knocked accusingly inside. Suddenly her body tensed as sleigh bells jingled overhead. She quickly pushed it under her bed and took a step away as heavy footsteps approached her room.\n\n \nThe door opened and there stood Sinner Claus. Unlike his holly-jolly brother, Sinner had a slim and subtly muscular build and he wore a tailored red suit to highlight that fact. He had dark, smiling eyes and a smirk that told you, while Santa saw you when you were sleeping, Sinner saw you when you were meant to be.\n\n \n\"Hello Lace,\" he said in a deep voice, it did more for her than she expected. \n\nLacey's heart hammered in her chest. She couldn't believe this was happening and that he was here! \n\n\"Good to see you're in uniform this time.\" he smirked. \n\nHe paced over to the bed and sat heavily. Her eyes darted down at the now partly visible outline of the gift. \n\n\"You're sure about this?\" he asked, daring her to say no. \n\n\"Yes!\" she answered immediately. Too quickly, she thought as she blushed. \n\nHe gestured with a slowly beckoning finger to come to her. \n\n\"Take a seat, let me get a look at you\"\n\nShe looked back up, he was still smiling and she couldn't help but blush. Straightening up she walked towards him until she reached the edge of the bed. His hand reached out and grasped her hips as she leaned forward. \n\nHis firm grip guided her and sat her on his knee. He studied her - working upwards, slowly. One hand pinched a pink nipple as he traced and she yelped, he grinned. He lifted her chin as if to inspect her. \n\n\"Very good Lacey, very good\", his voice was calm and soothing. \n\nHis hand stroked along her abdomen, pushing her camisole up slightly. \n\n\"Now, stand up and give me a twirl.\" \n\nShe blushed again and stood before him. As she spun he watched with amusement. But, as she turned back to face him, his expression had darkened. \n\n\"You're missing something.\" he stated firmly, playful tone gone. \n\nBefore she could react he pulled her over his knee and spread her soft pink butt cheeks wide. Startled, she squealed. He brought his index finger to her anus and pressed. She gasped at the sensation. \n\n\"Where is it?\" he growled. \n\nShe shook her head, \"What do you mean-\", her leg kicked reflexively below her, with a dull thud it hit the box... \n\n\"-Fuck...\" she spat, knowing she'd been had. \n\n\"Oops\" he purred mockingly. While firmly holding her to his knee, his other arm reached under the bed and retrieved the box. Opening it, he smirked. \n\n\"You were holding out on me, Lacey\" his hand emerged holding a small swirl of black and red glass. \n \n\"Lets finish the outfit, shall we?\" with one hand he turned her face to him and held the plug to her mouth. \n\n\"Open.\" She obeyed, her tongue wrapped the toy as her mouth stretched around it. \n\n\"Good girl\" he cooed. After a few seconds he removed it. With his free hand he pulled her cheeks gently apart and slid the plug into her ass. She gasped, but regained composure quickly, not wanting to give him the satisfaction. \n\n\"Looks like you were hoping I'd notice\" he chuckled, noticing the glisten of her wet pussy. \n\n\"Oh my god...\" she whimpered, though the feeling of embarrassment and humiliation heightened her arousal even more. \n\nHe grabbed her hair and forced her off his lap. She staggered as she steadied herself, she could feel the plug in her ass, it felt so different, weirdly comfortable. \n\n\"On your knees, mouth open, eyes on me.\" he commanded. \n\nHer legs trembled as she knelt before him, looking up she saw him slowly unbuckle the gold clasp to his leather belt. Holding it aloft he snapped it loudly. The sound echoed through the room. \n \n\"Be a good girl and I won't be needing this\" he winked as he tossed it aside. \n \nWith that he slid his trousers and boxers down to his knees. His cock sprang free, already fully erect and ready for action. Lacey stared in awe. \n\nHe ran a hand along his dick, giving it a gentle stroke. It responded to his touch and she could only stare at its length."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She hadn't expected her new biosynthetic body to be quite as sexy as it was, and she could tell it was making her friends salivate. Just to release the tension, she volunteered to let them help her "break it in"...
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"content": "Alex stood, naked, arms akimbo in her new biosynth body in front of the guys. It had finally came in, and truth be told, she was fucking hot. And her friends knew it.\n\n\"This version has a lot of versatility,\" she said, making a gesture with her hand. \"I can make my tits bigger,\" they grew in response, \"same with my ass. It makes me super flexible.\" Alex proceeded to twist and turn in place, bending forward between her legs and rotating until she stood back upright again.\n\nDrew could barely keep it in his pants. The poor guy was almost drooling. Jason nudged with, teasing with a smirk.\n\n\"Oh and I spent the extra money on a few upgrades.\" With another gesture, a silicon dildo emerged from her crotch, a member nearly 12 inches in length.\n\n\"So boys, which one of you wants to help break this body in?\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You wake up one morning only to discover another, identical version of yourself lying besides you in bed! The two of you are exact copies of one another, in both appearance and personality, and it seems that it is not only you that has been duplicated...
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"content": "Bill woke up to the best blowjob of his life. He couldn’t believe that his wife Lucy was going down on him this early in the morning. She never woke up before him. He brought his hands down to her head and guided the rhythm of her head bobbing up and down. The only thing that was off was that he could sweat he felt the stubble of a beard growing around her mouth. That’s when he heard a moan coming from Lucy’s side of the bed. He looked over to her in shock as he registered that she was not the one giving him the blowjob of his life. Bill threw off the covers to see what was going on. When he did he saw that a duplicate of himself was going down on him and the same thing was going on with Lucy. His wife next to him, but her finger to his lips and said to him, “ Go with it honey, this feels amazing.” Bill looked down again and saw himself looking back at him as his other self gave him a wink and kept sucking. After a few more minutes, Bill and Lucy came into their duplicates mouths, it was the best sexual experience of their lives. Lucy told Bill that they needed to return the favor, and pushed his head down to his duplicates dick. Bill decided to duplicate all of the moves that his duplicate had down to him. It seemed to be working. He could feel the other Bill’s cock growing in his mouth and before long he could feel jets of cum hitting the back of his throat and feeling his mouth. As Bill, backed of other Bill’s cock it registered to him that his cum tasted pretty good. After a few more hours of trying different combo of sex partners and positions Bill and Lucy found themselves spooning with Bill and Lucy in the afterglow of their wild sexual experience. Just then their 21 year old son Blake walked into their room followed by another Blake. Ashe walked in he said, “Mom, Dad, something weird is going on…”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Men, Women, and everything in between all waited anxiously. Their ritual to summon the god of desire was a success. Their sacrifices twitching in ecstasy, fluids painting the main circle and forming the portal. They did not know what awaited them as the first tentacle slithered out.
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"content": "Asking the God of Desire, known in their culture by a name hardly any of them could pronounce, for a love spell had seemed like a relatively easy thing to do when they’d asked their local librarian for access to the grimoires. \nThey had been let in, under the impression it was simply the seeking of a full moon ritual for the upcoming lunar month that had led them there. It wasn’t entirely a lie, of course, he’d have known if it was, so he allowed them in and left them to it. \nFollowing Katya’s words, the only one who was able to read the native tongue the grimoure was penned in, they found out what it was to take. \nMary-Lynn was the only member of their small group of 6 who had nobody to call her own. And with the rest of the members - Katya aside thanks to her proclivity to older men - paired up amongst themselves, the loneliness that had teased her since teenhood had grown into an aching. \nKatya told her she just needed to be patient but considering it was her own promiscuousness had been what had cemented the group so closely together even now, it felt little relief to the virtuous Mary-Lynn. \nSo when 18 had rolled around and Ashley and Marc had celebrated by treating each other by proposing Katya to a threesome, Mary-Lynn had quickly realised this was going to become unbearable. And the following of Laura and Caleb in doing the same once the three of them had emerged looking so joyous, so satiated, Mary-Lynn had found herself deciding that something had to be done. \nIt was to her advantage, in the end, that the rest of her friends were so close, for when the words had been read from the thick, leather-bound book, it had emerged that for the spell to gather the appropriate energy, there was to be a large amount of bodily fluid involved. \nIt called for any women involved to arouse each other, to loose their hands over each others’ bodies, to allow their mouths to roam skin, for hot breaths panted and moaned against themselves as they explored the softness of each others skin. \nThe only one not allowed to touch, was Mary-Lynn. Allowed to be touched, however, she most certainly was and the rest of the girls involved took great joy in trying their hardest to pull her as high as possible. \nShe had to lay, upon her back in the centre of the circle that took up most of Katya’s parents basement, with her hands laid completely flat on the concrete and she wasn’t allowed to move. Around her, the circle had been constructed slowly, painstakingly in dripped candlewax by the boys. \nAislin had laughed at the idea of Marc following instructions, but they all knew that so long as the intention was clear, the outcome would be as predicted. And once the circle was constructed, all the men had to do was allow themselves to join in the spectacle, stroking themselves at the view of their partners and good friends, lost in the ecstasy of each others skin. \nTime began to compress for the girls. Lost in the glory; in the softness and the heat and the pleasure. \nKatya had been the first one to cum, of course. \nBought up and over her edge by Laura’s well-practised hands, dipping inside her cunt and curling against her pelvis, squelching through the wetness while her mouth sucked upon her clit. Laura, ecstatic at her devouring of her close friend, followed close after by how she ground down on Aislin’s face, desperately searching for that perfect stroke of her tongue until she too was shaking and moaning, unable to comprehend anytoher toher than the disarming pleasure that erupted through her. \nThe men were enraptured by the view. They squeezed themselves and went slowly for fear of finishing too soon but at the image of their best friends so lost in each other, they seemed to simultaneously decide they didn;t give a damn. \nThey didn’t take long after that of course. Standing at opposing ends of the circle, they became entranced, transfixed upon the eroticism of the scene in front of them and under the gaze of the lit candles, they reached their ends, spraying their cum over the circle and into the scene. Their groans were mixed, high and hoarse and caught in their throats as they fell to their knees, gasping for air, limbs shaking, buttocks tensing as their members twitched and throbbed in their fists. \nThe girls hardly noticed them falling upon the ground, away from the scene, darkness having pulled them into slumber. \nIf they had noticed, that would’ve been the sign to draw their workings to a close; a sure sign of something pulling itself into their reality, into their realm of existence, feeling off the energy, the potential of the virile young men. \nBut too lost in the act were the women; too desperate to find their next release, too eager to pull each other up into ecstasy and to show their love to their closest friends, to devote that to a God who would surely look favourably on them. They didn’t notice the room darkening around the edges, didn’t notice the candles flickering or the low, growling rumble of something not of their world. \nAn ancient laugh filled the room. \n“Ladies, ladies, ladies-” A seductive voice grinned into the room, followed closely by the slow, sauntering steps of wicked-sharp heels. “What a wonderful display of devotion.” \nThe girls slowed, turned to find the voice but each one of them heard it bouncing off the walls from all sorts of directions, impossible to place. \nMary-Lynn tried to move her hands, tried to pull herself up but found herself stuck. \nThey could all hear the groaning now, so low and intense it seemed to rock the entire room. \nAislin looked to Marc and, finding him laid back against the floor, she tried to move to him, but she hit the circumference of their circle and stopped dead. \nA dull thud as she hit against it and bounced back into the space. \nThe voice laughed. “You girls really have no idea do you?” \nThe only person who didn’t move - aside from Mary-Lynn who had seemingly had the choice removed from her - was Katya. \nFrozen, her face paled, mouth open in disbelief and eyes wide, glassy with terror. \n“Kats?” Laura asked. “What’s going on?” \nKatya started shaking her head, her fear mounting with the speed and disbelief. \nLaura watched as a shadow, a slimy shape writhed behind her friend and then emerged into the light. \nDark green and purple, the tentacle wrapped its way around Katya's mouth, gagging her from any explanation she might have been able to see. But the fear in her eyes told them all enough as her lids pulled back impossibly further and she wriggled to run in an attempt at escape. \nThe girls who still had their movement started even more desperate attempts to remove themselves from the circle, bashing against the strength of their powerful workings. \n“Ladies,” the voice greeted. “Meet my pet. He’ll be breeding you all this evening as payment for what you’ve requested.” \nAnd the tentacles emerged everywhere. \nAs if seemingly from the darkness itself, grasping at the girls and pulling them into much more agreeable positions. \nThe calm footsteps and the laughs continued as the tentacles went to work. \nWhatever this was was not the god they had expected, nor the price they had expected to pay."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Bad ends for the heroines - at the hands of the sexy villainesses!
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"content": "A band of femal adventurers are captured by the Monster queen; strangely she lets them roam her (monster girl/monsterboy inhabited castle) castle freely and without molestation as long they harm no one or escape (enchantments in place to ensure this) after branding them each with a womb tattoo . She just lets the aura of corruption and the regular chances of voyeurism to corrupt them one by one, begging to have transformative sex with her before being released as her new elite squad of monster girls and bring back their male love interests for corruption.\n\nTo help sell the point build up the air of confusion and distrust in the party members at their situation and how their escape attempts fail."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Hit me with some selfcest/clone scenarios, and I will see what I can do - Second Edition!
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"content": "26 year old Lyla Green is enjoying a night out with friends at the city’s newest nightclub “Anomaly” where she decides to take a break from the dancing and heads to the bar for a drink. As she’s about to order the bartender gives her the exact drink she wants before the order is even placed. The bartender then tells Lyla that the drink came from someone across the bar and Lyla is surprised to find out that the drink came from a blonde woman who looks identical to Lyla."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Straight lace student returns to their school in the last before college to walk around nude as part of their exhibitionist kink. Does not expect to find a classmate doing the same.
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"content": "At her last school, Alice had been very conservative. Influenced by both her mother and father, both devout protestants she watched as they slid from \"fiscally conservative\" to protesting abortion clinics and drag shows.\n\nTwo years ago Alice had begun to watch porn. It had started innocently enough, but that is where she learned she may be a lesbian, and through further study that she was an exhibitionist... or that she liked the idea of it at least.\n\nShe saw a man hanging out in the nude as she was moving in, and thankfully her parents had not. Her parents spared no expense, and she had her own dorm room, and everything was paid up front. Alice had carefully convinced her parents that this was the way after all, is it not a parent's duty to provide for their daughter? Is debt not a sin?\n\nAlice was finally done putting everything away. Well... almost everything. She stepped in front of her full length mirror with her heart already racing, at once terror and excitement ran through her. She opted to feel more excitement as she took her shoes and socks off. A paltry start, but her knee-length skirt looked somehow different without them. She frowned at the tan lines on her feet. A part of her begged to stop there, to fix the obvious imperfection before continuing.\n\nBut she did not, in trembling hands, button after button came undone from her blouse until it hit the floor, more tan lines, she didn't visit the beach very often and that was obvious by how far down her arm they where. Another imperfection that demanded immediate correction. But before she could stop herself she pulled down her skirt and panties, there was two more parts of her that clearly rarely and never saw the sun.\n\nNow she was on the verge of tears, but she was only wearing her bra, which was a size too small already, so she told herself she was this one was just for comfort and no other reason. She broke down in tears at what she saw. The skin around her breasts hadn't even gotten enough sun to have a tan to have a line in.\n\n\"Are... you alright?\" A familiar voice called from the doorway did she leave the door open while she did this? \"I heard you crying and...\"\n\n\"O-oh it's nothing, I'm sorry, i-I'll get dressed...\" Alice said meekly, covering herself with her hands.\n\n\"I mean, if you want, I'm certainly enjoying the view.\" She chuckled where had she heard that voice before. \"I never took you for the type though alice.\"\n\n\"I-im sorry, have we met before?\" Alice asked,blushing at embarrassment for not recognizing her.\n\n\"Oh, you probably know me as Josh. These are recent.\" She giggled as she groped her own breasts, which where significantly larger then Alice's. \"You can call me Chell. Anyway, what's got you so naked with the door open?\"\n\n\"O-oh I just...\" She swallowed dryly. \"I... saw something on a video. I-i thought I'd try it.\"\n\n\"Well what happened in your video?\"\n\n\"N-not much... she just... went for a... walk.\" Alice blushed as she thought about it.\n\n\"Just went for a walk without clothes?\" Chell asked helpfully.\n\n\"Y-yeah, b-but nobody would want to see me-\"\n\n\"I just said I was enjoying the view.\" Chell said, prompting Alice to blush and drop her hand covering her breasts. \"But if you aren't confident we can go together.\" She smiled, already stripping down in her doorway, but only down to her panties which already had a significant bulge. \"Hey, quick question, do you consent to seeing girldick?\"\n\n\"Huh?\" Alice asked, confused by the question.\n\n\"Well if you don't, keep your eyes up here.\" Chell giggled as she dropped her panties, revealing her penis already erect. Despite her warning, Alice couldn't help but stare. \"Hey, bottom surgery is expensive.\" She said once it became obvious that Alice was enraptured by it. \"Let's get some lunch, you wanted to walk around right?\"\n\n\"Y-yeah... but won't the cafeteria be packed?\" Alice asked, standing up and approaching chell carefully, but growing in confidence every step of the way.\n\n Chell laughed. \"It's noon, most collage students either just ate breakfast or aren't even up yet.\" She said, taking Alice's hand gently.\n\nAlong the way, chell had a couple slurs thrown at her, but at least one of them immediately got into a fight for it. It felt nice to see for Alice, as a rejection of all that her parents held in esteem. It was only once they got to the cafeteria, which still had dozens of people in it despite being one of the more empty times that they realized they didn't bring any money.\n\n\"I got this.\" The cashier said, whipping his own wallet out. \"I can't let pretty girls eat for free all the time, but I won't complain here.\" He smirked.\n\n\"Thanks jay.\" Chell smiled at him as they brought their lunches back to Alice's dorm.\n\nIn the coming year, Alice and chell started a \"body positivity club\" where they would meet in semi-public or public places without clothes, so a thinly veiled exhibitionists club. Even so, their numbers grew with each passing month.\n\nPersonally, Alice learned more about her attraction through chell and her boyfriend, who agreed that bottom surgery was expensive. She learned that she liked women and women alone. She learned she loved many women and quickly found herself swept up in a polycule. When she graduated, her parents found out and disowned her, but she was able to out her homemaking skills to become the stay-at-home wife to her three working wives, and she rarely had to wear a shred of clothing ever again."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Might of Magic: Seeking fun fantasy prompts featuring magic (in some form or another)
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"content": "1. Set in a magic school, a pair of witches are readying a spell to prank the principal during a massive assembly. Turns out one has an issue reading the spells and casts a teleportation spell! Unfortunately clothes don't teleport with them and now these two girls find themselves somewhere in the school naked and somewhat aroused.\n\n2. A witch's apprentice was told time and time again to look after her master's tower and to not touch the forbidden book. She does so and a fantasia style-havoc is unleashed. The master returned and she was pissed. Now the student is going to take a whole lot of punishment and let's just say she will find out if the rumours of her master's creative punishments are true."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Cosmic horror, unknowable terrors, tentacles and madness turned erotic
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"content": "during a ritual for the ancient god things go wrong and the victim has his mind swapped with the creature. \nShe seemed like a weird goth girl with obscure interests, but they really liked each other. until during sex something strange happens. \nAfter breaking into an ancient tomb and unleashing an ancient evil, he never imagined he'd have a mommy eldritch being more interested in pampering him than taking over the world."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The contract said that the husband was allowed to have sex with you daily until you were pregnant. You had a positive test a week ago. You still haven't told them...
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"content": "\nThe Test\n\nWendy walked in all smiles and ready to do her job. \"Hi, Mrs. Wilson!\" She shouted as she walked in.\n\n\"Oh, hi Wendy. He is in his office. \" She turned from the kitchen sink and smiled at the younger woman. \"It's almost been two months of Nathan fucking you daily. You can just call me Sheri.\"\n\nWendy laughed, \"Sorry, force of habit.\" She watched the older woman as she continued to hand wash the dishes. Wendy couldn't help but stare at her ass and hope that there would be a repeat someday of the time Sheri joined the two of them.\n\n\"Please, sweetie, you've seen me naked and we shared a dick. It's a little embarrassing to stay formal after that. Please, call me Sheri.\" She said without looking back.\n\nWendy developed the habit since she knew them as her neighbors for years before they asked her to act as a surrogate. Since there is a problem with Sheri's eggs, what she was was more of a hired baby momma. The money they were offering was going to get her out of her parent's place for good this time. \n\nWendy was so embarrassed that she moved back home at age twenty three, that she was willing to do anything. She didn't expect to enjoy sex with Nate Wilson to be so hot though. She didn't expect the couple in their late thirties to be even more sexual than her.\n\n\"Oh!\" Sheri rinsed her hands off and turned to Wendy. \"I got an idea. Take off all your clothes.\"\n\n\"Yes, ma'am.\" Wendy said as she lifted her top over her head. She knew the word \"ma'am\" made her feel old and felt like teasing her.\n\nSheri pulled out some sandwich meat from the fridge. \"Watch it, young lady, or you will get a spanking.\" She teased back. \n\nWendy responded by pulling her underwear and shorts at the same time and presenting her tight ass to her. Sheri gave it a sharp slap before she got to work making a small sandwich for her husband. \"Go give him his snack like that and he'll pump a baby in there for sure.\" Sheri said as one slender finger slid inside Wendy.\n\nThis kind of treatment was exactly why Wendy didn't want to tell them she was already pregnant. According to the contract she wasn't going to be needed to drain Nathan's balls multiple times a day once she was pregnant. So she hesitated to say a word.\n\nSheri was right. Nate was happy to have his snack and a nice afternoon blowjob. Wendy was absolutely amazed by how Sheri seemed to know exactly when Wendy decided to move from sucking his dick to riding it. She walked into the room just as her husband's cockhead slid between Wendy's pussy lips.\n\nWendy was going to miss all this attention."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Hit me with some selfcest/clone scenarios, and I will see what I can do - Third Time's The Charm!
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"content": "19-year old Erin Collins finds a vintage Polaroid camera at an antique store. Giddy with excitement she buys the camera along with other trinkets before heading back to her college apartment. Erin further inspects the camera and accidentally sets off the camera with a special preloaded flim. Little does Erin know that the film she just used is the last one of a rare magical variety that creates a subservient clone of the original person photographed."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [CW] The story starts with a standoff and somehow progresses to at least one of them losing their clothes.
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"content": "*’Meet me at the alleyway on 5th and Dawson @ 11PM. Be there w/ the money or find yourself running!’* the text read when I checked it again. It wasn’t easy, but, I had it. I stood in the alleyway facing the entrance from the street. I stood with my legs apart, Glock in my hip holster, knife in my pocket, and the duffel bag of dough. Two hundred grand in various bills. My arm was getting tired, and the air was cold. There was no light from the street. I kept turning my head, trying to make sure she wouldn’t get the drop on me somehow. \n\nI fumed. It was now 11:05. Where the hell was this bitch? I had arrived thirty minutes early to make sure I wouldn’t be late. I sighed. Fuck, my arm hurt. \n\nI heard footsteps from behind me. I slowly turned, hearing the sound of sneakers on concrete. She was surrounded by darkness at first, then, a light appeared, lighting her face, followed by a cigarette. Red lipstick, the smell of.. roses? Nah, lilies, I’m sure. Lillies and… lavender? Vanilla? Hell should I know? I’m not into perfume. \n\n“You’re five minutes late,” I told her as she stepped closer. My eyes adjusted to the view. I saw her short hair, dark like mine, except hers was neck length. Her eyes glinted with mischief. “That the money?” \n\n“Where the fuck is my dog, whore?” I bluntly asked, slowly putting my hand to my gun. I heard a click in front of me. “Easy, Fred. You don’t want the pooch gnawing on your bones, do you?” I tossed the bag to the middle. \n\n“Two hundred, in various bills. All from my own 401k. You’re fucking welcome.” My tone dripped with venom. She kept her gun raised towards me as she checked the bag. That’s right, unzip it, cunt. \n\n“Where-“ I started to say as she started to move the money around inside. Shit, she’ll find it. She’ll find it and get not just me killed but Jack! \n\nI began stepping to the side. “Not one more move, Freddy. I’m just checking for funny business.” \n\n“‘Funny’?” I laughed. Her eyes narrowed. “You take my dog while I’m away. All I’ve got left of my family and you think it’s ‘funny’?!” I drew my own gun and aimed at her. She didn’t move her finger. Her gaze didn’t waver. Not once. \n\n“Put. That. Down.” She ordered as if I were a child, \n\n“Where.” I cocked the hammer. *”IS MY DOG?!”* \n\nI saw her lips form a smile in the dark. “Have you checked your cameras at home?” She asked, instead. My left eye twitched. “What?” \n\nShe jerked her chin up. “Check it,” she told me, rising. No more sounds of cash being rumbled. Her other hand was going for something. No. Not tonight. I started firing. Point blank. So did she. \n\nI jerked back thrice as something hit my chest. It hurt like hell as I fell onto the ground. Fuck happened to my leg?! Shit! She got me! \nI tried to ride only to look down the barrel of a gun and a foot on my hand. Then, something glinted as she cut my shirt and jacket. “Of course,” she sighed. \n\n“And the bomb as insurance?” Shit, she found it. \n“If that damn dog wasn’t so cute, I’d have you fed to him right now.” She growled. Damn, she sounded sexy when angry, I realized. Just then… \n\nWe both looked down. “You have to be shitting me.” She said, still kneeling on me. We both looked at each other. An understanding reached between us as sirens were heard. \n\nShe’s pretty damn strong for someone so lithe. She helped me up, leaving the bag. 200 down the toilet. And my trap foiled. \n\nWe went through the alley, heading to a closed shop. We made sure to get into the restroom after picking the lock. She pushed me onto the toilet, the light turned on. \n\n“Take it off. All of it.” She ordered, gun still on me. I sighed, taking the shirt, jacket, and.. *“all of it,”* she emphasized. I did so. Her head cocked to one side, seeing my still erect member. I looked away, blushing. \n\n“Well?” I asked. She smiled, putting the gun outside and took off her own leather jacket, revealing herself to be in a tight-fitting top. She tossed it and went on her knees. My eyes widened as I leaned back. I grunted at the pain in my chest and abdomen. My leg still hurt. Didn’t look fatal. \n\nShe had one hand on my stomach and the other on my knee as her head came close to my cock and then… I groaned as her tongue licked it. \n\nThe next thing I knew, she straddled me, still clothed. “You owe me for the bomb,” she hissed, grabbing my throat, then releasing it. “And another two hundred grand, and you owe me a fucking or two.” She leaned close to my ears, her pelvis on top of mine as she whispered. Her hips did one slow roll. I moaned at her torture. “And we share the dog. Deal?” She asked, taking joy at my pleasure and pain. I grunted at the pain in my chest and the feel of leather against my member. I desired her flesh. But she desires more. \n\n“Fine,” I submitted. Her kiss on my cheek made me sneer. “Good boy,” she said, standing as she lowered her pants to reveal she wasn’t wearing panties. “Let’s get started then,” she smiled, straddling me again, this time, her entrance being impaled onto me. We groaned at the meeting of our respective organs and began to thrust against each other like animals. I grunted as I was powerless to hold her. Her arms pinned me to my throne. Her neck was exposed as she moaned, closing her eyes in pleasure. I didn’t bother holding back my climax. Her hips rolled around me, her grin telling me of my results. Then, she spun, releasing me. I grabbed her breasts as we began again, my lips on her neck as my chest was against her back. I moaned through the pain, giving in to pleasure."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: January 2023 Contest (And December Winner)
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"content": "The Summerdale Strip Down started as a protest in the ‘60s against Summerdale University’s dismissal of restoration needed to the women’s dorm. The pleas had fallen on deaf ears who always found a reason that the money couldn’t be used for the repairs. Sports teams, art programs, the fundraiser for Chef Pats “vacation”. It was a smashing success and con-tinged as a campus tradition.\n\n2022s Strip Down however was filled with as much dread as it was anticipation. A freshman named Jessica (don’t call her Jessie or else) Miller was hellbent on cleaning up the campus. Any tradition that went against conventional norms was the subject of her ire and protest. The Half Naked Half Mile? Embarrassing. The Mascot Brawl? Tacky. It seemed like surely the Strip Down was headed for the same fate…but then the students organizing that year's event got a knock on the door. There before them stood Jessica, as stoic and robotic as ever. One of the girls Rachel volunteered to handle the meeting. \n\n“Well, I guess this was inevitable.”\n\n“I want to sign up…”\n\n“Listen, we’re young, we’re stressed, we’re entitled to a little consensual fun…wait what did you say?”\n\n“You had a girl drop out at the last second right? I’ll sign up in her place.”\n\nRachel opens the door in stunned confusion. \n\n“Hey, you gals got everything under control right?”\n\n“Yeah?”\n\n“Cool…I need to go lay down.”\n\nShe closes the door and turns back to Jessica. \n\n“The sign-up sheets in my room, follow me.”\n\nJessica follows Rachel to her room in the Junior wing of the dorms. Rachael digs the sign-up sheet out of a book bag and hands it to Jessica to sign. \n\n“So tell me what made you of all people want to do this or is this just an elaborate protest? Like are you gonna walk on stage and refuse to leave until everyone goes home or something?”\n\n“No, no, I’m doing it. My roommate was the girl that dropped out and we stay in Room 316 in the freshmen wing.”\n\n“Ok, yeah I see why’d you do this.”\n\nRoom 316 was notorious. It was an icebox in the winter, and a sweatbox in the summer, the plumping wasn’t great, and the electricity was constantly going haywire. Much like the previous repairs, there’s always been an excuse why the school couldn’t put money towards fixing it. The freshmen girls from Room 316 were almost always the first to sign up for the Strip Down…\n\nThe next few days were spent planning and organizing and finally, the big day arrived. Students filled the tented-off area of the common area where a stage and a pole had been set up. Racheal, the host for the event, mingled among the crowd in a low-cut top and shorts that barely, BARELY covered her ass…that alone got a few donations. \n\nBut finally, the music stopped, and people took their seats. Rachael bantered with the crowd a bit before introducing the first participant. The first girl was a mild hit albeit a little clumsy but big boobs get you far in certain avenues of life. The next two performed well and were major hits. Then it was Jessica’s turn. She stood backstage in a teacher's outfit, face red, and stomach in knots. Rachael looked back for a sign of approval before introducing her. Jessica took a deep breath and nodded. \n\n“And now for our next participant!”\n\nThe crowd cheered.\n\n“Controversial, brash, and maybe a little bit of a snob…but tonight she’s showing you that horny things come in prudish packages., please welcome Jessica Miller!”\n\nSome of the crowd gasped, and others fell silent. None of them could believe that it was Jessica walking up to the pole. She looked around with a devilish glare and slapped her ruler against the stage to start the music. Backstage Racheal smiled like a proud mentor. \n\nThe music began and Jessica began to sway back and forth before backing up against the pole. She teased the audience by running the ruler up her leg slowly and lifting her skirt without showing what was underneath. She closed her eyes and began to grind her ass against the pole. The audience started to cheer. \n\nShe turned around and teased the shot with brief flashes of her plump ass. She gently spanks herself with the rule and tosses her head back in mock excitement (she would admit later that it awakened a turn-on in her.). \n\nWith her back still to the audience she began to slowly unbutton her house. The crowd cheered and whooped almost begging her to turn around. She stopped short with a wink and began to grind her crotch against the pole slowly. The money started to flow in slowly. \n\nShe turned around, exposing the barely concealed satin bra she was wearing. Her nipples were visibly erect and she covered them with her hands and an embarrassed grin. \n\nShe moved on, pulling the skirt up enough to reveal her matching underwear. She closed her eyes and leaned her back in actual pleasure as she gently stroked her panties. With the crowd still cheering the skirt went by the wayside and the blouse soon followed. \n\nHer teasing alternated between her panties and her erect nipples, sometimes both at once. She was shocked she was getting such a positive reception…and even more shocked at how much she was loving the attention. She finished off the show by unhooking her bra and turning around with her back to the crowd to let it fall to the stage.\n\nShe looked back and winked at them. She turned around, teased a reveal, and finally let her hands fall exposing her bare breasts. The crowd loved it, and the ensuing brief nipple play. Racheal took the stage again as Jessica blew a kiss to the audience and headed backstage. One of the other organizers met her backstage with a robe. \n\n“How was it?”\n\nJessica blushed not wanting to admit that loved every second of the crowd drooling over her. \n\n“Eh it was alright, it’s for a good cause after all.”\n\n“I’m glad to hear that, I’m sure you’ll be a shoo-in for the doubles dance at the end. “\n\n“Yeah…oh…”\n\nShe blushed even more. In all her excitement she forgot that the highest earners did a doubles show together if they were comfortable doing it…"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Addison was the infamous SpeediDate killer who had murdered the men who met her on the app, but her rule was she only killed the dirtbags who objectified her. Now, she’s on a date with someone new, and for the first time in a while, she thinks she might keep this one around.
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"content": "Addison was halfway out of the park when she felt the wire slip around her neck. It was only the fact that she still had her pocketknife in her sleeve, ready to pull out in less than a second, that kept her from being garroted. She sliced the wire, spun around, and dropped low, with her fists up high, ready to fight--and saw a stunned-looking Michael, in the same stupid striped polo shirt he'd worn for their date, holding the broken wire in each hand.\n\n\"Michael!\" she said. \"I thought we had a good date!\"\n\n\"It was a good date,\" he said. \"But you weren't going to sleep with me, were you? I only kill women who won't put out.\"\n\nAddison winced. \"Did you have to say that?\" she said. \"I only kill misogynist assholes. Guess what you just proved yourself to be.\"\n\nMichael flinched. His eyes widened as she lunged at him, but he spun and ran a second too late. It was more time than Addison needed. Her knife sank into his back with a satisfying *thunk* as he fell to the ground under her body weight with a strangled grunt. *Damn, he's really got a nice body*, she thought as she sat on his back, gripping his torso between her thighs, and plunged the knife in again. She felt herself getting turned on at the feel of his warm, solid body. *Maybe I won't kill him.*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You'd finally discovered Time Travel! And after much experimentation, you've discovered one immutable fact... Everything you did or changed in the past somehow always results in Boobs growing larger!
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"content": "My first trip, I had gone back to see the dinosaurs. When I got back, the average cup size was a 34E. Mine included. I figured I got lucky. Of all the butterfly effect changes to have on human evolution, you can do a lot worse than some extra boob mass.\n\nI went back and shot Hitler before he dropped out of art school, and when I got back to the present, everyone had F cups. Someone who would've died in the war instead went on to invent an atomic breast-enlargement ray, and decades of casual use had impacted pretty much everyone in the US.\n\nThen I visited Lao Tzu in ancient China. I don't know what I did, but when I got back, Alchemical breast enlargement was now a well established ancient Chinese tradition. It was widespread enough that basically no one in eurasia has smaller than G cups. even most men now had A or B cups.\n\nAt that point, time cops from the future started hunting me.\n\nObviously, I had to flee into the past. I visited Beethoven, but I accidentally helped him invent some kind of resonant frequency that acoustically stimulates breast growth. He was more of an ass man, so I don't think he ever used it for anything.\n\nThe assassins forced me to flee deeper into the past. In ancient Greece, I think my boobs might have turned Sappho gay.\n\nEventually, I was cornered on top of a babylonian ziggurat by time cops who could barely stand for the H cup boobs throwing them off balance. They said I had to stop interfering with time, but I swore(and it is the truth) that I didn't do it on purpose.\n\nI managed to lose them when we crashed through some kind of fertility ritual, and they got sidetracked by people thinking they were some kind of emissaries of Ishtar the fertility goddess.\n\nI didn't want to lead the time cops back to my present day, so I took a detour way back in time to the era of the earliest proto-mammals. I dunno what I did, but when I got back, not only had the accumulated changes bumped everyone up to L cups, but a lot of people had two or even three *pairs* of boobs.\n\nI swear I don't know why this keeps happening. I know you won't believe me, but I want someone to know that I'm not doing it on purpose! \n\nThere's someone knocking at my door, and honestly, if it's the time cops, I think I'm gonna have to turn myself in. I don't know how much more boobage the timestream can handle. Am I cursed? Am I some kind accidental boob fairy? If you've ever cursed your boobs for getting in the way, I'd like to apologize. It's probably my fault."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: It's lucky that it's tradition for the groom not to see the bride before the wedding because I had the best man's cum all over my face
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"content": "\"You do look good in white.\"\n\nIt was a really bad joke, but I giggled like the airhead slut I was around him. I leaned back in, kissing and licking every single bit of his massive steel alpha cock. God help me, I would do anything for this cock. Always before, and always still after I was married.\n\nThis was the cock that was first into all my holes, this was the cock that gave me my first real, toe-curling orgasm. I had cum so much on this cock I was frothing, and licked my own ass off this cock. This cock had cum across my face so much, I could have used it as moisturizer.\n\nI had sacrificed my own little sister to this cock, taken this cock, still wet with her pussy, down my throat like the obedient cock-worshiping whore I was, but only for this cock.\n\nI was even marrying for this cock. He said he needed me close by. Well, his actual words were ' I want a handy jizz-rag '\n\nAnd so here I was, grinding my cum-covered face into his smooth juicy balls, waiting for the music to start so I could wipe off my face and go marry a man I had barely thought about.\n\nWhat a wonderful day."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: In a world where semen is mana and powerful witches travel with an entourage of virile men to keep themselves topped up, a young apprentice searches for her male companion who has been captured by an evil coven for his particularly potent fluids
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"content": "They had him tied down to a wooden board, a rag on his mouth. A circle with red chalk was drawn and eight robed women chanted around him as the circle glowed. And he was in the center. He closed his eyes. *’Nessa, where are you?!’* he thought furiously. They had his legs tied down, his arms, his chest. Shit! \n\nWhere was she?! And why were t they using their guys?! Were they dead?! Why his semana?! Fuck! \n\nA thought came. Semen was mana. If used properly, witches increase their power, recharge, or power rituals, even magic machines. But, if used improperly, especially in a ritual… a tear fell down his eye. He was hopping she would be his first. A dark red rye leered from under a hood as one of the woman exposed herself, rubbing her clit. He closed his eyes and held his small member between his thighs. It was an advantage he had. ‘For you, bunny. For your honor’ he thought, rubbing himself between his thighs. “What are you doing?!” The cult leader shouted. “Stop! Stop it!” He rubbed, thinking of Nessa, her bunny ears under her pointy and stylish witch hat, her lithe body as she teased him, his feelings for her, her concerns, her jealousy of her mistress. \n\nSomething entered him as he rubbed himself. Something dark, something primal. Lightning crackled as he kept at it. “Stop! You’re going to fuck up the-!” \n\n“No time! It’s here and we did it wrong! Run!” A witch shouted. He felt himself close as a tear fell from his eye. His seed burst forth and he suddenly gained strength to break his bonds. He looked down, seeing his reddish skin and muscles that kept growing, his ecstasy gone. Rage snd guilt tore at him as he tried to fight it, thinking of her. He put a claw to his stomach. “NNEESSAA!” He roared in pain. \n\nHe looked up as someone came around a corner. Her chest heaved as she took a step back. He stepped back as well. Her gaze spoke volumes as to what hat happened. “S-Stay back!” He raised a claw. “D-D-on-“ his member came erect as he gazed at his interest. Her navel showed under her cloak. No! Not like this! He would rather- he extended a claw and prepared to rip his own guts out when- what was that smell?! \n\n*”Wu Xia!”* her voice echoed and he found himself flung back out of the circle and on his ass. He looked up in shock as she suddenly came upon him, her hat tossed along with her mage’s cloak. She straddled him, naked. Her brown hair flowed over her chest as she touched his chest with a hand, something sticky underneath. Her eyes were full of concern and… he looked away, closing his. He felt her hand touch his chin, drawing his head to her. “Look at me,” she whispered. “You upheld my honor, Dave. Now, I uphold yours.” She said, showing the vial. He sniffed it. It was… chocolate?! No- his eyes widened. Vagina cum. \n\nShe kissed his snout. “Make me yours, Dave. I beg of you,” she pressed herself onto him. Her ears dropped down her back, his member rose at the feel of her skin. “Make me yours. Love me,” she kissed him again. “Please!” Her face flushed as she ground on him, groaning. He rose, making her fall and then leaned over her, on his hands and knees. She nodded, his groin about to enter hers. “Take me as yours! I want your warren!” She begged in his ears. His eyes widened and he began to enter and thrusted into his love bunny, going in and out. He thrusted faster and faster, her cries pleasing him as he thrusted into her cunt. Sweat poured off of the man-turned-demon and the bunny mage. Her looked into her eyes as she thrusted against him, missing. The thought of her full of his seed, his children, her smiles, and… worry clawed at his heart as his pace slowed. The thought of her birth pains. “Faster! Go faster! Claim me, you devil!” She enticed him. He could feel\nHimself getting smaller as they banged. He slammed himself inside her, silencing her cries with a kiss. He pulled back, her arms wrapped around him. \n\n“Better?”\nShe cupped his face. He looked down and nodded, putting his head into her chest, sobbing. “I-I-I” \nShe shushed her mate, kissing his head. He looked up. She rolled her head around, sweat all over. He found her beautiful in this position. “You’re a goddess with bunny ears,” he whispered. She giggled. “And you’re a loyal beast…” she kissed his lips chastely. “Forever devoted to me.” \n\nThey both looked up to see the eight witches, glaring at them. The lovers looked at each other, grinning like demons as he went onto his back, with her still connected to him. She turned herself to face their opponents and wrapped an arm around his back and the other on his chest. \n(Part 1 ends)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: With he spell complete, he sat down at the mall, from this day forward every woman would be cursed to have her breasts slowly out grow whatever clothing they wore, and he wanted to have a front row seat when bras and buttons began to fly!
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"content": "With the spell complete, you sat down at the mall, from this day forward every woman would be cursed to have her breasts slowly out grow whatever clothing they wore. Every ounce of fat they consumed at the mall food court would be added directly to their bust. You wanted to have a front row seat when bras and buttons began to fly!\n\nFirst, it started with some mothers that jogged around the mall trying to \"lose\" weight. But every morning they ordered a smoothie from the food court. Each day they would bounce a little bit more straining their sports bras. But after a while they stopped coming, embarrassed by how much each was gaining.\n\nThen it was the girls who went to the movies either as a group or on a date. While less regular, their progress was much faster. The candy and buttered popcorn quickly added to their tops. Girls trying to \"impress\" their date usually ended up giving him an eyeful by the end if they were pigging out in the darkness of the movie. Unfortunately, they were often also too embarrassed to return.\n\nIt went on like this for several weeks with \"regulars\" gaining more than they were comfortable with and then disappearing. The average size in the stores had gone up about two or three cup sizes, but it wasn't obvious to anyone other than the stock keepers.\n\nThen one day you noticed a group of girls in the food court.\n\nSomething was different about them. These girls seemed more nerdy than average. But there was still a rowdy one amongst them. She shoved three corndogs in her mouth and let out a deep belch. Three other girls sat at her table as if contemplating what they were about to do. These three girls were already decent, nothing massive, but at least C's. The rowdy one was pretty flat though. Well her chest was flat, but her gut was distended. It poked out from under her shirt and she would grab it every now and again and shake loose another deep belch.\n\nYou started listening in on their conversation.\n\n\"I'm not sure how much bigger I want to get...\" \"All the women that frequent this mall ended up with massive tits, I'm not sure I want to be that big before I have a kid...\" \"Well, shut up if you aren't going to test your theory! Mama wants some big slobby knockers! Pass me some more of those fries...\"\n\nThe blood from your face started to drain. Had they figured it out? One of the girls had a few herbs in front of her instead of food. Was she trying to trace you? Shit. You knew this curse was illegal, but body modification magic was so rare and you thought it was slow enough that no one would think differently. You looked away trying not to draw attention to yourself.\n\nBut then you heard one of their chairs move across the floor. The rowdy one sat right in front of you with a huge grin on her face.\n\n\"So you are the pervert body modder mage! Who would have thought you would have been so close. That tracer lit up so quickly, we thought it had messed up! The other girls want you to lift your curse on the mall.\" She poked back at her original table. Their faces were unmistakable unhappy although it was hard to tell it was directed towards me or their friend.\n\n\"But you are kind of cute. I like you. So tell me, how big do you want them?\" Now she gestured to her breasts. They were actually pushing B cups now and had quite a ways to go still based on everything you had seen her eat.\n\n\"Oh so now our little pervert is shy...\" She said coyly before grabbing your arms pulling you across the table until they were only an inch or two from her breasts.\n\n\"Here? Here? Here...?\" Each time moving them farther away.\n\n\"Anyways, I'll make you a deal... kill the curse and date me! Just be careful pervert, because I'm insatiable. I love eating junkfood and I don't ever want to work out again. Although with someone like you, I bet I'll get plenty of exercise without ever having to leave my bed.\" \n\nShe didn't leave you much of a choice. \\*Snap. You broke the curse on the mall.\n\n\"Yay! Caught myself a boyfriend, today.\" Then she grabbed your arm pulling you down until your shoulder rest between her breasts. \"Now do it all to me...\" She whispered in your ear. \n\nPhysical contact meant you didn't need to prepare. Instantly, her belly flattened out and her breasts fattened out. \n\nShe stumbled a bit. Her face turning red. Not an embarrassed red, but a horny red. Her shirt was definitely too small now for what had to be nearly E cups and underneath, her original bra hung on for dear life.\n\n\"Okay boyfriend... Our first date is shopping. I need a new bra and bikini and probably a few shirts... OOoooh and I want ice cream!\"\n\nThis girl was going to be way more than a handful."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You're in trouble. You don't know how, but you cheated Sex. Forced to run, they won't rest until they fuck you.
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"content": "\"I stand in my gallery and hold your Sigil.\" he said. \"Stultitude, my brother, will you speak with me?\" \n\nThe room remained quiet. Even the low ambient moans of the orgasmic were muted here, in his private chambers. \n\n\"Brother. It is I, Sex of the Endless. I call to you.\" \n\nBut still there was silence. He knew what he needed to do... \n\n\"*Stupidity...* my brother....\" \n\nHe tumbled his brother's sigil over in his hands like a magician with a coin. It was a button, a *campaign* button, emblazoned with \"TRUMP/TRUMP 2022\". \n\nThe wall of Sex's gallery grew translucent and an image began to appear. \n\n\"Ahh, Sex.\" the form in the wall finally said \"You have accepted my name.\" \n\n\"You did not need to change your name brother--\" Sex spoke. \n\n\"But I *did* brother. I *grow* in power, unlike you. I grow so powerful now that people no longer even know what 'stultitude' means...\" Stupidity gloated. \n\nSex bristled. It was perhaps true. Stupidity had indeed grown in power. Sex regarded the sigil squeezed between his fingers. *It made no sense. 2022 wasn't even a campaign year. And who was his proposed Vice Presidential running mate? His daughter? Himself?* \n\nBut much of his brother made no sense. And he was not making a fraternal call. Sex had business with his brother Stupidity. \n\n\"May I enter your realm, brother?\" Sex asked respectfully. \n\nStupidity bowed in mock acquiescence and the wall of the gallery--the wall between Sex's realm and his brother's-- dissipated. \n\nSex found himself transported into the Conundrum, which stretched on in all directions as an endless, borderless, Dave and Buster's. \n\n\"To what do I owe this visit, after these long years?\" Stupidity asked. Stupidity's form now was a squat, neckless male one, wearing a stained t-shirt and no pants or shoes. Sex remembered his other forms and other sugils, eons ago--stooped aristocrats and their signet rings, cowardly priestess with their idols, so so many others. But now he shuffled across the red carpetted game room floor, kicking aside popcorn and stepping on beer bottle caps as he did. \n\nSex had a sense that his brother knew the cause of his visit. There were always ways for the elder brethren of the Endless to know the designs of their younger siblings, but Sex drew on none of them here. No, he drew his conclusion from something simpler: the giant, multiscreened wall they stood before, displaying a PowerPoint slide titled \"How to Cheat Sex.\" \n\nSex drew his eyes up the wall and gestured to the nondescript man pictured on the slide. \"You have no right to him, you know.\" \n\nStupidity scoffed. \"He is as much mine as yours!\" \n\nSex was silent. \n\n\"And anyway, why do you think *you* can always assuage your way out of everything. You, Sin, and Song think you're so much above the rest of us. \" \n\n\"For someone who embodies stultitude, you certainly try to use a lot of big words.\" \n\nStupidity flinched at the mention of his old name. \n\n\"It's IRONY.\" he barked. \n\nNo, it was not. But no matter. \n\n\"I have done nothing to violate our jurisdictions, or *yours*.\" he continued. He plucked at his fingernails in a pantomime of innocence. \n\nSex gazed back to the photo displayed on the PowerPoint. Andrew Teller. What a mundane man, thought Sex. He was unassuming in every way, physically nondescript, un-charismatic, of only moderate intelligence and with no discernible talent. And yet, he had cheated Sex. \n\n\"I will have him, Stupidity.\" \n\n\"Do what you must, Sex.\" Stupidity responded. \"Men make their own decisions...\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: After 3 years of avoiding movie theaters, you finally go to see an action movie staring your favorite actress! You had forgotten your new habit where you would jerk off during her movies at home... and now you are getting the same urge at the theater.
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"content": "It took a lot of effort for me to dare to go to the cinema again. The three years of the pandemic were largely to blame. However, the fact that my favorite actress, Kiki Tatsumi had made her comeback in a movie called \"The Last Bullet\" was what finally pushed me into going back to cinemas. It's not like I wanted to see it just because she'd been on TV or anything. I'm a little obsessed with her. I've been jerking off to her movies since the pandemic started. And when they announced this new movie and showed clips from it during the last episode of Love Live! Sunshine!!, well...I couldn't help myself. There are no words to describe how excited I am about seeing it today. So I make my way to the theater alone—a small one by the seaside where you can get great seats even if there aren't any lines. When I arrive at the ticket counter, though, an old man is standing right behind me with his face buried deep inside a newspaper. \"One ticket for The Last Bullet please.\", I say as politely as possible while trying desperately not to look him straight in the eyes. \"Oh, sorry,\" he says after glancing up briefly, then looks away again. He hands over a ticket without so much as looking at them. A moment later I'm sitting down waiting patiently for the show to begin. Finally, the lights dimmed and everyone settled into their chairs. I look around to see how many people are sitting in the room. About thirty? Thirty-five tops. This isn't bad at all. Then the screen comes alive with the title sequence. I feel goosebumps running across my skin as the first scene starts playing. Kiki Tatsumi appears on the big screen wearing some kind of uniform. She seems a bit older but also incredibly sexy. Her hair has grown out quite a bit too; she used to have very short hair. But still, I don't really care about that stuff. All I know is: I love her voice and her body. After watching several scenes, I realize something. My penis is hard. Not only is it hard, it's throbbing painfully. All these years of jerking off to Kiki's movies must have left its mark on my brain somehow. How could I be aroused by such a thing?! As soon as I finish thinking those thoughts, another thought pops into my head. Can I masturbate here? No one else will notice anyway. After all me and the other people are a few seats apart. Oh yeah! That sounds risky, but oh fuck it feels good already! I quietly unzip my pants, grab my cock, and start stroking slowly. Damn, this is amazing! What do I think about? Well, nothing important actually. Just imagining my hand moving smoothly along the shaft and feeling my balls tightening every time I push against the base. I try to hide what I'm doing behind my bucket of Popcorn. It doesn't work very well, however. Every now and then someone glances over at me, but none of them seem to pay attention. They're probably wondering why I keep making strange noises. Or maybe they just assume I'm talking to myself. Either way, I continue jacking off, but try not to cum, since it would be awkward if anyone noticed. It feels incredible! Precum is oozing out of the tip and trickles down onto my leg. I can hear it dripping through the fabric of my jeans. Fuck, this is awesome! I try edging myself a couple more times before I decide to give in. With a loud moan, I shoot stream after stream of sticky white cream high up towards the ceiling. I let loose with all my might, shooting thick ropes of hot sperm all over myself. At least five long streams of creamy fluid erupt from my dick and splatter against my shirt. By the end I'm covered in a thin layer of warm semen which quickly dries in the air conditioned room. But because I moaned so loudly, everyone turns around to look at me. Some of them laugh. One person stands up and walks out of the room. Others stare curiously until eventually they turn back to watch the film. I sit down and wait for the next scene to play. But to my surprise the credits roll instead. The whole audience sits motionless for a full minute before they clap and cheer. Apparently the movie wasn't bad. I put my dick away and stand up. I leave the cinema and walk home, completely satisfied. Maybe I should go to the movies more often."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] I want some ENF scenarios.
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"content": "Susan wasn't having a good day all of her bra's and panties were dirty, and she had nothing to wear but a dress. On the way to the laundromat she tripped down the stairs in the subway, tumbling to the crowd waiting for the train at the bottom, loose soiled clothing flying everywhere. As she stood up and pushed the ball of clothing away from her head, she realized too late that it was actually her sundress that had flipped up over her body during the tumble. As she scrambled to her feet, trying to pickup her clothes from all around her, several \"gentleman\" handed her errant items of lingerie that had adorned the floor of the tunnel. As she clutched her dress in her hands, she trembled as she tried to think of some way to thank them..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Once a year, fathers lock up their daughters, men tie their wives up, and brothers bid goodbye to their innocent sisters, before the men hide themselves away. Because once a year, an extreme heat takes over all women, turning them into breeding crazed versions of themselves.
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"content": "I have been studying this event for the last 5 years, trying to figure out what causes it to see if I could cure or replicate it. Unfortunately this has yielded no results.\n\r\nThis year will be no different as I have my five subject back again. Each one will be put through a different test. One has been quarantined for a full year to see if it’s something in the air, food or water. The other will be tied down with a strong vibrating toy inside her to see if it’s just simple and orgasm then helps or if it actually having someone finish inside them. The third is my control as she’s not been quarantined and will have nothing to stimulate her. The fourth will have her pussy filled with fake cum that in all essence is just like real cum but with no chance of getting her pregnant. The fifth and final has been taken a period suppression pill to see if it’s linked to periods.\r\n\nSubject One:\r\nLisa has been away from outside contact and all she has eaten/drank had been decontaminated and sterilised. During he build up to the event Lisa showed signs of becoming crazed and even began to refuse eating until she was fucked. This didn’t last long as she soon ate the food. As we began to reach the peek of the even Lisa began to strip and press herself against the glass of the cell. Lisa even went as far as trying to brake the glass with her knife. We had to sedate her for her own protection.\r\n\r\nSubject Two:\r\nJenna was strapped down onto a bed fully naked with the vibrator placed perfectly inside her to get the sweet spot. At first she didn’t seam to react as the event started but very quickly she began struggling at the restraints and screaming about how she needed to be breed and how she in a prime situation for it. Turning the vibrator on soon put an end to her begging as we record a near instant orgasm from her. This was followed by, what we recorded, 57 further orgasms with what we can tell no negative side effects like reduced sensation or nerve damage. Despite the rather lowed orgasms she was the quickest out of them all not begging to be breed.\r\n\r\nSubject Three:\r\nGemma, I do feel bad for her as she definitely had it worse. The event quickly sent her into as crazed state and she practically ripped her clothes of her body. She was as forceful as the others in trying to get herself breed instead simply begging in a cute or innocent way. “Please, just once, just a quick little fun.” Was along the lines of what she’d say.\r\n\r\nSubject Four:\r\nTiffany was rather passive at the beginning of the event and as soon as she began showing signs we pumped a load onto her. This seem to have a positive effect as she didn’t seem too effected by the event but this changed rapidly as after an hour she was begging for more. So we did… and she didn’t not stop begging. It seams that every time she was filled it made the feeling stronger and stronger. We did record micro orgasms each time not strong enough for her to feel it but the same chemical reaction took place as if she’d had a full orgasm. By the end of the event we had pumped nearly 2 gallons of fake cum into her. (Clean up was not fun)\r\n\r\nSubject Five:\r\nMegan was definitely an interesting one as she didn’t seam to be effected by the event to start with but when it reached the peak Megan seaming had 16 orgasms all at once. This caused her to pass out and we needed to intervene to make sure she was okay. Megan recovered quickly and didn’t seem to have any other reaction to the event.\r\n\r\nIn conclusion I can say it’s nothing to do with the food or water so it must be a biological thing. Orgasms seem to be effective at controlling it during the event but doesn’t help prove to it, not to mention getting filled generated the same biological response as an orgasm. Even trying to suppress the biological function of a period, ultimately linked to reproduction, caused a massive orgasm and is too dangerous. Not to mention the inability reproduce all together.\r\nI believe I have a work theory on how to solve or cure this but I’ll need some more test sub…. I mean volunteers…"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A pair of elf girls, a thief and a sorceress, decided it's time to hire on a new fighter type. They also decide that whoever they pick has to be good for threesomes...
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"content": "\"Alright, thanks for answering our ad, Miss...\"\n\nThe fighter smiled and replied, \"Thurston. Adrianna Thurston.\"\n\nLorelei jotted down Adrianna's name as Temperance nodded and replied, \"Adrianna, thank you. Now, you've probably been asked this before, but is it Thurston as in the noble family?\"\n\nAdrianna chuckled awkwardly. \"Yeah, same one. I turned to adventuring after my family disowned me over a scandal. Anyway, I've been trained by the family bodyguard since I was eight years old, and my specialty is in weapon improvisation. The only proper weapons I keep on me at any given time are a shield and a pair of hatchets; everything else is just things I pick up or tools like rope and oil.\"\n\nLorelei smiled as she continued to take notes. \"Resourceful, I like it. If you don't mind me asking, what was the deal with that scandal?\"\n\nAdrianna blushed. \"W--well, I...kind of...had a, uh, fling with a woman. At one of my mom's parties. And that woman turned out to be the mom of the guy my parents were trying to marry me off to.\" Adrianna responded to Lorelei and Temperance's faces of astonishment with a facepalm as she groaned, \"It was so embarass--\"\n\n\"Did she like it?\"\n\nAdrianna pulled her hand away to stare at Temperance, who simply repeated, \"Did she like it?\"\n\nAdrianna, despite her confusion, answered, \"I mean, we got caught because she was a screamer, so...\" Adrianna shrugged with an awkward smile.\n\nLorelei and Temperance grinned in turn as they got out of their chairs and walked over to Adrianna. Adrianna gulped and asked, \"W--why did you want to know?\"\n\nLorelei and Temperance leaned in to whisper, \"Because we're looking to hire someone who can keep up with us.\"\n\nHeat bloomed in Adrianna's cheeks as Lorelei and Temperance began making out just centimeters away from her face. As Temperance's hands slipped under Lorelei's clothes, the latter turned her attention back to Adrianna as she purred, \"You want in on this?\"\n\nAdrianna practically tore open her shirt as she responded, \"I don't know anyone in their right mind who'd turn down a threesome with two elves.\"\n\nLorelei licked her lips before she motioned for Temperance to join her. In an instant, the pair were on Adrianna, leaving bite marks on every bit of exposed skin and pulling off her clothes to keep the fun going. Adrianna moaned joyously at the sensation as she massaged her clit. Once Adrianna's tits were freed, Temperance wasted no time suckling at them aggressively, prompting Lorelei to say, \"Damn, these things are lethal weapons in their own right,\" before joining in.\n\nAdrianna's mind was a mix of wild arousal and disbelief that she'd gotten this lucky. Eventually, she remembered why she was getting lucky in the first place, and managed to gasp out, \"H--hey, stop for a second.\" Lorelei and Temperance stopped their assault of pleasure, giving Adrianna the freedom to say, \"You asked if I was any good. I want to prove it.\"\n\nTemperance purred, \"Ooh, me first,\" before letting Adrianna get out of her chair and on the floor. Without hesitation, Temperance pressed Adrianna's face between her legs, who wasted no time and started kissing and teasing her clit. Temperance gasped at the sensation as Lorelei wrapped her arms around her and said, \"Tell me how she is, love. I'm never one to doubt your endorsement.\"\n\nTemperance somehow found the mental capacity to nod and let out a moan that sounded somewhat like a, \"Can do.\" Adrianna began increasing the intensity, snaking her tongue around inside Temperance. Temperance chased the feeling and started grinding against Adrianna's face, riding her with wild abandon. Adrianna gripped Temperance's thighs for bracing, the feeling of her nails digging into them making Temperance squeal even more intensely.\n\nIn the back of her mind, Adrianna recalled a family friend who claimed elves were sweet as the nectar from the fruit trees they treasured. For years, she thought they were referring to the elves' overall demeanor. But now, with her senses overwhelmed by Temperance's arousal, she understood what they really meant. And she imagined she could learn to survive like this without going up for air.\n\nEventually, Temperance was pushed over her limit and climaxed, flooding Adrianna's mouth. Temperance dismounted and weakly collapsed into Lorelei's arms. As she looked up at her, Temperance smiled and gasped out, \"G--good. *Really* good.\"\n\nAdrianna wiped off her face and smirked as she asked, \"So, am I hired?\"\n\nLorelei grinned. \"Oh, definitely. We can talk about our first job later. Let's celebrate our partnership first.\"\n\nAdrianna dragged a finger from her upper lip down to her chin. \"Never let it be said I don't contribute to my party.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: No one can control themselves when the green eyed monster sinks its claws in. (A story of jealousy)
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"content": "Heidi was fuming. For the second year in a row, she had lost the best seat in her ethics class to Amanda Applegate. And the only warning her professor and peers had, was \"Don't be jealous.\" She stormed out of class.\n\nLike Heidi could even fathom it, they seemed insistent on putting the idea in her head. Everyone knew about the last time an act of jealousy was wrought upon the world, thousands of years ago. When she was a little girl they had scripture classes on Sundays to ensure the \"knowledge\" of the evils of jealousy were being passed down. Heidi was too old for all of those stories meant to scare kids straight. \n\nShe was a young adult for godssake, and while her ethics class taught her the downfalls of other religions, surely there had to be something that worked about it for those people, aincent they may be, but they lived for thousands of years on the same soil.\n\nEven the last \"Jealous\" person they locked up hadn't died long ago in perspective. Her grandfather used to try to chide her by reminding her that he had heard the dying screams of the thousand year old heretic as she howled from her prison cell. \"Cursed with long life,\" he had referred to her. \n\nAs Heidi slumped to the wall outside the stairwell, and put her head in her hands, she decided she had to know. \n\nShe was a woman of science, and despite her familial background, or the dominant views of society, she couldn't feel the same way without knowing. She had to try it.\n\nOne selfish fit couldn't hurt, right?\n\nQuietly almost to herself, Heidi murmured: \"Ughhh, why does the class list have to be alphabetical, and why do I keep getting grouped with Amanda? It's not my fault she has a better last name than me! I HATE HER.\" \n\nThe world around Heidi grew instantly still, and that's when she felt it. Her shoulders, her thighs, her breasts, even inside her, her heart. \n\n\"Congratulations my dear...\" a wraspy hoarse voice spoke from around her, as she opened her eyes and whirled her head around to try to find it's source. Everything was eerily still, the dust even seemed to be paused in the air, and there was no one to be seen. \n\nHeidi's gaze dropped to the claws over her thighs, and she then turned her head to look at the same sharp, green talons burrowed into her shoulder. She wasn't bleeding, although she should have been. They had pierced her flesh in multiple places, wrapped so tight, they were almost to her bones. They originated somewhere behind her, but she was still sitting firmly with her back against the wall. Could they be coming from inside her?\n\nThat's when she looked down to see the calloused green hooked claw twitching around her heart, and began to panic. As she started to hyperventilate and fumble, trying to pull the claw from her ribcage, the voice called out from everywhere again. \"...you've finally set me loose again, I have much to thank you for, and I am yours to command so long as your jealousy exceeds others. Be paitient, be clever, act alone, and we'll never have to suffer again.\" \n\nAs Heidi blacked out, she slumped to the side. Just before her eyes blinked shut for the final time, she saw a great, green cat-like beast turn and pad away from her down the hall, claws clicking on the tile. \n\nWhen Heidi awoke, she was in the nurses office. She had an IV drip clicking softly beside her, and the nurse was standing over her as she came round. Her soft, beautiful breasts Heidi had always admired were practically falling from her bra into Heidi's face as the nurse checked her pulse. \"Low bloodsugar,\" the nurse explained and said she had to inform Heidi's emergency contact. As the nurse left the room for her office, Heidi suddenly panicked about her mother finding out. She was still reeling from her hallucinations, and hadn't even begun to think of what to tell her mother. \n\nShe suddenly found thoughts being spoken under her breath, almost unbidden, although she agreed with their hostile sentiment. \n\n\"Stupid fucking nurse, doesn't even let me explain, shouldn't be able to dial my mother. Aside of her fat ass, she's practically all chest, maybe that explains where her brains went if she can't just be nice to me and reasonably wait to talk to me about...\" \n\nA flash of green crossed her vision as Heidi swore she saw a large cat leap for the nurses door. \n\n\"There are many better things to be jealous of... but this was a delicious start...\" the voice echoed from everywhere again. \n\nA crash sounded from the office and the nurse stepped back into the doorframe, and subsequently, Heidi's vision. \n\nHeidi watched as the claw and tooth marks faded from the nurses skin, and the clothing she was wearing repaired itself as it morphed with the woman wearing it. \n\nThe nurse clutched the doorframe and tried to catch her breath. Slowly her chest swelled, distorting the air around it, bubbling and rolling grotesquely through the v-neck of her scrubs, until two heaving globes of flesh seemingly fought to escape from the collar. Next was her ass, audibly stretching and popping the material of her pants before they rearranged themselves and sat taught across the sixty inch wobbling fat stuffed butt firming up behind her. \n\nHeidi salivated over the body before her, as one more change occurred. The nurses eyes suddenly became... less tense... more wandering. As they widened and searched the room, Heidi could practically see the intelligence fall from this woman's head. \n\nHer voice came out lighter and bubblier than either of them expected. \"No answer from mommy!\" She clapped softly as she bounced on her heels, setting her massive chest wobbling beneath her shirt. \"That means you get to stay here with me!\" \n\nThe nurse approached the bed again, wide hips knocking the pulse monitor over, and ripping the clasp from Heidi's finger, as well as pulling the IV from her arm. \"OW! FUCK!\" Heidi exclaimed.\n\n\"Ooooh, sorries...\" the nurse looked around for a bandage to cover the drop of blood forming where the needle had been wrent from Heidi's skin. She threw her hands in the air, giving up before she even started, causing another cleavage tsunami, before pulling up the bottom hem of her shirt in a single swift motion, and using the fabric she had just been wearing to put pressure on the mark. \n\nHeidi was shocked both at how fast the nurse had disrobed, and at the giant woefully undersized bra she was looking up at, with a hint of areola peeking out, and several inches of flesh muffin topping over it. \n\n\"There we go!\" The nurse proudly exclaimed. Only seconds later seeming to notice that her breasts, no longer held in by her shirt were being poked quite intrusively by her underwire.\n\n\"Ouchies, stupid bra.\" She unclasped it while still leaning over Heidi and the avalanche of flesh fell heavily on her face. Heidi pushed and shuffled and rolled the great soft tits in her hands, both becoming turned on by the sensations, and trying to find a way to breathe, when suddenly she was able to gasp out, and the huge naked chest of the nurse hung off to one side of her, resting on the bed."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Prompt me with supernatural/sci-fi hunter prompts with erotic elements
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"content": "What about, a young vampire decides to feed on her crush. It turns out that the crush is a vampire hunter and in a panic the young vampire attacks her with lots of force. But now the vampire hunter is about to die and the vampire does not want this to happen so she turns her. Now the Young Vampire needs to teach her crush, the vampire-hunter-turned-vampire how to be a vampire.\n\nHer crush is a bit off-put at the thought of drinking someones blood. Nevertheless, her crush eventually does feed but the blood has an odd effect of making her very horny. So, the young vampire would really like to have sex with her crush but at the same time she feels that it would be taking advantage of her."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PI] A techie succubus launches an enchanted dating app. Naturally, lewd mayhem ensues...
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"content": "The story really focuses most of its attention and detail on the technical and business sides of the app. As a result, it seems almost like business porn at times. Things can get a bit away from the idea of sexy mayhem, but we get a very in-depth accounting of how she's launched her app. It seems like succubi in this universe are bit evil and soul stealy, and it certainly has a buyer beware sort of moral at the end. Definitely an interesting take on the prompt."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Date night with the harem!
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"content": "\"Come on, just a hint.\"\n\nAaron chuckled as he drove down the street, the sunset filtering through the trees to bathe the area in orange light. In the passenger seat, Ashley looked at him with pleading eyes as she reiterated, \"Hot and cold? Something?\"\n\nMarigold rested her hand on Ashley's shoulder and remarked, \"Give it a rest, sweetie. You'll find out where we're going soon enough.\"\n\nAshley shot a mock glare back at the other girls. \"He told all of you, didn't he?! He kept me out of the loop but let you in on it, right?!\"\n\nIsabel looked at Aaron and said, \"Honey, are we there yet? Ashley's two seconds from ranting about adrenochrome.\"\n\nAaron parked the van and announced, \"As a matter of fact, we are! Come on out!\"\n\nThe girls clambered out of the van to take in the sights. Before them was a little clearing on a hill overlooking the city, the sunlight brilliantly illuminating the cityscape. Tara whistled and said, \"Well that view was definitely worth it.\"\n\nAaron stepped onto the grass and laid out a picnic blanket, prompting Nat to remark, \"Um, honey, we already had dinner.\"\n\nAaron smiled. \"Oh, I know. I'm not about to forget that Italian restaurant any time soon.\" Aaron strolled up to Nat and ran his hand up her thigh. \"This is for dessert.\"\n\nA series of lewd realizations passed across the girls faces. Ashley giggled and said, \"This was totally worth the secrecy,\" before kissing Aaron deeply and shoving her hand down his pants. Aaron let himself be pushed onto the blanket as the girls moved in for the fun, slowly stripping down as they did. Ashley slowly pulled down Aaron's pants, revealing both his absence of underwear and his stiff cock.\n\nSam cackled and remarked, \"You were rarin' to go, huh daddy?\"\n\nAaron shrugged. \"I mean, when am I not, right?\"\n\nSam shrugged in concession to Aaron's point before she and Ashley double teamed his cock. Behind them, Isabel pulled Tara in for a kiss as she purred, \"C'mere, baby mama, you need some spoiling,\" as Marigold and Nat sat down on the blanket and started scissoring. The lovers' moans echoed through the night as their lustful escapades ramped up in intensity.\n\nAshley looked at Sam and smirked. \"Hey Sam. First to make daddy cum gets the last cannoli in the fridge.\"\n\nSam grinned and replied, \"You're on,\" before deepthroating Aaron's cock abruptly. Aaron jerked his head back and gasped out in delight at the sudden motion. Ashley and Sam began to alternate, shoving their mouths down onto his cock. Aaron shivered in ecstasy and said, \"I love it when you two get competitive.\"\n\nAt the same time, Nat and Marigold started scissoring faster, their minds overwhelmed with pleasure to the point they couldn't find the ability to speak, and Tara and Isabel began 69-ing loudly and sloppily. The sight and sound of Aaron's wives pleasuring each other was as beautifully arousing as ever, and Aaron found himself blowing his load down Sam's throat. Sam gulped down every last drop before pulling away and cheering as Ashley applauded. \"Victory is mine!\"\n\nAaron chuckled and said, \"Congratulations to the champion. You wanna get on top of me for the bonus prize?\"\n\n\"Always!\" Sam eagerly planted herself on Aaron's cock as Ashley straddled his face. Sam began bouncing on Aaron's cock as he licked, kissed, and teased Ashley's clit. From between his wife's legs, he could hear the other girls moaning louder and faster, which drove him to increase his own efforts.\n\nAs the night went on, the girls traded their partners around, ensuring everyone had a moment of intimacy with everyone else. Marigold eating out Isabel, Tara finger-fucking Sam, Aaron going to town on Nat's ass--everyone got their turn. Eventually, the lovers' lust died down, and they simply sat together on the hill, gazing out at the lights of the city. As Ashley rested her head on Aaron's lap, she drowsily remarked, \"I'm picking the date next time, right?\"\n\nAaron nodded. \"But no repeats. You know the rules.\"\n\n\"Ah, don't worry. I'll think of something to pay you back.\"\n\nAaron kissed Ashley's cheek. \"Just having you and the other girls in my life is enough for me.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Your blind date is going great! But then you realize that they look a lot like you… and sound a lot like you…. and move like you do… and have the same memories you do…. are you on a blind date with yourself????
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"content": "\"So. We are the same person.\"\n\nDylan nodded. \"Yep.\"\n\n\"We are functionally identical in every conceivable way.\"\n\n\"Uh-huh.\"\n\nDylan raised his hands to the ceiling and continued, \"From our memories all the way down to the scar on our left hand from when we accidentally stapled ourselves in the seventh grade.\"\n\nDylan raised his hand to compare. \"Exactly the same.\"\n\n\"We have no way of determining which of us is the original Dylan, or if there even is an original Dylan to begin with.\"\n\n\"Yes. But to be fair, the whole 'original versus clone' thing is a gigantic shitshow we don't wanna get involved with.\n\nDylan conceded the point with a shrug. \"And we just spent the last hour fucking our brains out.\"\n\nDylan tugged on the collar he was wearing. \"That's right. Also, can I take this off now?\"\n\n\"Yeah, sorry. So what do you want to do now?\"\n\nDylan took off the collar and responded, \"Honestly? Keep seeing each other. This was the most successful date I've been on in years. And I couldn't care less about the fact it was with another me.\"\n\nDylan smiled. \"I'd love that. But I was talking more along the lines of if you wanted me to wear the collar now.\"\n\n\"Oh! Yeah, if you don't mind.\"\n\nDylan grinned and snapped the collar onto his neck. As he got on his hands and knees, Dylan shook his ass invitingly and purred, \"Come on, stud. Make me your bitch.\"\n\nDylan grinned and speared into Dylan's ass with reckless abandon. As he thrusted with lightning speed, Dylan growled, \"Whose ass is this, huh? Who does this fat fuckable ass belong to?!\"\n\nDylan's mind was a pile of mush, but he still found the mental capacity to cry out, \"Yours, daddy! This fat fuckable ass is all yours!!\"\n\n\"You're goddamn right!!\" Dylan bucked into Dylan harder and more ferociously as the latter bit the sheets as a kneejerk reaction to the overwhelming pleasure of the whole ordeal. Eventually, Dylan couldn't stop himself from blowing his load in Dylan's ass, who squealed with delight at his lover's gift. Dylan promptly dismounted Dylan's cock and got on top of him to make out with him.\n\nOnce they came up for air, Dylan said, \"I pick the next restaurant for date night.\"\n\nDylan smiled. \"Works for me.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [cc] do you prefer reading erotica written in first person or third person?
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"content": "There's a bigger difference between third person omniscient and third person limited, than there is between third person limited and first person.\n\nIn DWP stories, I tend to use third person omniscient, just because the stories are short and I don't want to invest a lot of effort remembering which characters know what information. The few that are first person are typically \"discovery\" style stories, such as a man following his unfaithful wife.\n\nOne of the things I do when self-editing is reading through the story and making sure I don't switch between third person limited and third person omniscient, because I do that frequently, especially if I write, put it down for a bit, and then writer later."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Give me ANY anal/ass worship focused prompts and I'll write at least 5 of them!
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"content": "Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Give me ANY anal/ass worship focused prompts and I'll write at least 5 of them!"
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"content": "(This was made in response to u/sodommelier's prompt about two guys visiting an anal themed restaurant/bordello, which seems to have been unfortunately deleted, but I wrote it anyway so here it is, lol)\n\nKurt Maine was fairly astounded as he was escorted through the entry halls of the swanky, upscale joint...a much different environment than any he was used to. The waitress at the entrance was a regally dressed, blonde-haired bombshell with a sultry Greek accent and eyes that, when not focused on the fine marble architecture and elegant embroidery lining the walls that led to the dining room, roved up and down over his figure in a manner that sent an admittedly pleasant tingle creeping down his spine.\n\n \nThe tall, imposing doors to the dining hall softly creaked open as the two waitresses standing at either side of them took notice of the two's approach, though Kurt could almost swear he heard them giggling something amongst themselves as the doors soon closed behind them. His vision was assailed by an onslaught of gaudy red that adorned the entirety of the wide, expansive dining hall...draped over the tables and chairs, hung on the walls in expensive silk, and decorating the ceiling with a blood red chandelier more than twenty feet above Kurt's head.\n\n \n\"Your table with mister Mason, sir.\" The server softly let out, escorting him to a two-person table, the head of which was occupied by a burly, grinning man in his early forties, his pointed chin hidden behind a bushy heap of graying stubble that matched his thinning head of hair. The two men both wore formal outfits, befitting of their respective professions, though Mason rejected the standard black and white of Kurt's formal suit and tie, donning a deep purple top hot that mirrored his long coat and wide-shouldered coat. \n\n \nHe smiled as he rose to greet Kurt, hands joining as he pulled the younger man close in a deep, affectionate hug, kissing both his cheeks and confirming Kurt's suspicions about Italian greeting traditions as they each sat opposite one another. \n\n \n\"Mason...not to seem ungrateful about your call, but eh, this place is...\" Kurt started, eager to have his many questions answered, a desire that would be put aside as his friend interrupted him.\n\n \n\"Now now, I know you have your questions. But put those aside for a bit, always so worried all the time...but I guess I can't expect less considering you're the head of my legal team. Honestly, some of the design choices for this place are eh...overdone, but the food? You just wait for that, I tell you.\" Mason laughed heartily as he reclined in his chair, a swift clap of his hands summoning two servers, one a tall, svelte Asian girl in thickly-framed glasses with a nervous smile, and a shorter brunette that carried herself with grace and ease that made it very clear she'd been at this job for a while.\n\n \n\"The food? S-sure, I guess, but uh...I thought this was a business meeting? I thought you had a case for me to handle...especially since I just got appointed...\"\n\n \n\"And the ravioli, have it creamy, but not so soft! Its gotta have some bite to it...oh? Business? Psh, you've more than proved yourself. A word to the wise, you've pretty much made it at this level, you gotta ease up on working like a dog, it gives you a bad look when you get into this circle. And image is everything, its why I brought you here, just stepping foot in this damn place will boost your name like crazy, its insane.\"\n\n \n\"Uh...right. I'm...sorry to ask so late, but just what do they serve here? I'm seeing tons of people you wouldn't see out on the street, business moguls, heirs to huge estates...I think I saw that one celebrity Mark is always going on about. I'm not a big fine dining guy, so I'd rather not buy some crazy extravagant meal I probably won't like.\"\n\n \n\"First of all, trust me, you'll love this no matter how many shitty homemade meals you grew up on. And second of all, even if you don't, I'm paying. With that said, I'm gonna order for you so you don't get tongue tied trying to choose for our poor servers. My friend here will have the *Bunny Chow,* thank you.\" \n\n \nThe tall woman nodded as she jotted down the order according to Mason's demands, both bowing before sauntering off, joined by a litany of other servers just as stunning as the other. \n\"Also, why is every server so...not to be piggish, but...really fucking hot? Is this a gimmick or something?\"\n\n \n\"I'd love to tell you, but it'd spoil the surprise.\" Mason smirked with a glint in his eye, reveling in the delightfully mischievous plan he had in store, his own excitement bouncing off of Kurt and making the normally no-nonsense lawyer curious enough to dive headfirst into whatever Mason was plotting, once again amazed by the potent charisma Mason showed in whatever situation."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Wishing that her roommates would learn to get along better, a succubus uses her magic to transform them into a cat girl and a cowgirl, with the one quickly getting hooked on the others milk, and the other getting hooked on feeding her new friend, even as both of them get bustier and bustier...
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"content": "\"God, Florence Pugh can get it.\"\n\nHeidi popped another piece of popcorn into her mouth as Callie nuzzled into her shoulder, her fluffy tail idly tapping Heidi's thigh. Heidi chuckled and replied, \"In other news, brownies are great and water is wet.\"\n\nCallie grinned and ran a hand along Heidi's engorged breasts as she purred, \"And *I'm* thirsty.\"\n\nHeidi smiled and paused the movie as Callie plopped down in front of Heidi's nipple and began suckling on it. In seconds, Heidi's milk flowed from her breast and into Callie's mouth, the soft sensations of it all eliciting a euphoric sigh from Heidi. Callie gulped down every drop of milk that came her way, the taste just as wonderfully sweet as the first time. Heidi tenderly pet and scratched Callie's ears as she said, \"Look at you down there. Such a cutie.\"\n\nCallie couldn't help but purr at the affection as the happy couple's breasts began to grow. Their chests swelled and expanded, taking up more and more space on the bed. Heidi bit her lip as the warmth from her growing breasts sank into her body. Callie stopped feeding and got back in her original spot next to Heidi as she remarked, \"I think we're gonna need a bigger bed soon.\"\n\nHeidi kissed Callie on the cheek. \"Anything for my baby girl.\"\n\nSuddenly, the bedroom door wasu slowly opened and the girls' roommate Veronica poked her head inside. \"Hey, I'm going out for the night. You guys need anything while I'm out?\"\n\nHeidi grinned cheekily. \"An engagement ring?\"\n\nCallie pressed her hand to Heidi's face and cackled. \"That wasn't funny the first time!\"\n\nHeidi laughed as Veronica dipped out of the room with a smile and thought to herself, *Mission accomplished.*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] How to turn good gal into bad bitches ? (corruption)
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"content": "1) Cindy is a college freshman, coasting on her father's money. She only ever wears ankle-length skirts and always does up the top button of her blouse, and she's quick to chastise the other girls in her dorm for not doing the same. \n\n\n2) Cindy's father gets arrested for embezzlement. What's more, his assets are frozen, forcing Cindy to drop out of school. \n\n\n3) After struggling in a minimum wage retail job for a month, one of Cindy's old classmates takes pity on her and tells her she can make extra money with an OnlyFans account. Cindy is adamantly against the idea, but when she sees how much her classmate is making each month, decides it wouldn't hurt to give it a try. \n\n\n\n4) Cindy posts some downshirt pictures, and by that evening had earned enough to eat something other than ramen for once. She decides to leave the account open. \n\n\n5) A few weeks in, Cindy needs to buy her Condo to keep living there, and she needs to come up with the down payment on short notice. She does a stream with stretch goals, and ends up earning enough to keep her condo, but when the donations keep coming in, Cindy ends up going topless for the first time. \n\n\n6) Two weeks later, her subscribers have almost tripled, and Cindy is officially making more with streaming than at her day job. After getting screamed at by a soccer mom who tried to return a pair of mismatched kleats with their soles missing, Cindy quits by abandoning her uniform at the register, and leaving the store in just a bra and panties. \n\n\n7) Cindy reinvents her savings into a new pair of tits and a tan, which gets her scouted by a local strip club.\n\n\n8) Offered enough money to pay her rent for two months, Cindy sleeps with a wealthy regular at the club, only realizing after that she just lost her virginity. \n\n\n9) Cindy starts hooking as a side gig, mostly getting her clients from the club or from her OnlyFans subscribers if they reach a certain goal. \n\n\n10) Cindy wakes up from sleeping with a client and realizes he was a professor from back when she was a student. He didn't even recognize her. Looking in the bathroom mirror, Cindy wonders if she could go back. She probably has enough money for tuition, after all. And she owns her condo outright. Instead, she grabs a nude picture and posts it to her OnlyFans, then schedules another spa treatment for that afternoon."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [OT] Fellow writing enthusiasts, what do you do with your unfinished stories?
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"content": "I don't outline my stories. I have general idea for the plot and characters and I usually allow the flow of the narrative to see where the story will go. Sometimes it leads to great stories, but sometimes the story spirals out of control.\n\nFor the stories that don't get finished, they got put on hold indefinitely and forgotten about. If I were bored and rummage through these discarded stories, I would probably flesh out the concept and see if there was anything salvageable or remix the story idea."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: He always gave her unconditional love, but she wanted more, she wanted his lust. So she had a witch make her a potion that would do just that.
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"content": "“And this will make me… bigger?” a brown haired man asked tentatively, eyeing the small vial of blue-green liquid in his hand.\n\n“No, love,” the witch replied softly. “It will make you more satisfying. You know those condoms that are marketed as ‘for her pleasure?’”\n\n“Oh, it’s like a ribbed condom!”\n\n“What? It’s nothing like that.” She paused. “But if that helps you understand, then yes, it’s like that.”\n\nThe man only seemed more confused, and Brynna pursed her lips.\n\n“Darling, that potion in your hand will make you a better lover. Your cock will please anyone who touches it. Even someone using their mouth on you will experience pleasure.”\n\nHe shifted in his seat. “That isn’t what I asked for.”\n\n“No, you asked, if I remember correctly, for ‘a dick that doesn’t make women laugh in your face.’ I don’t sell potions that cause physical changes, nor do I sell potions that revoke consent. I know you’ve never been with a woman—and that’s not an insult, love, I am simply stating a fact—so I want to reassure you that you have nothing to be ashamed of. But until you build your confidence up, this potion will help.”\n\n*Plus,* she thought to herself, *if I just give you a confidence potion, you’ll proposition the first slightly attractive girl you see, and that won’t do you any good.*\n\nHe glanced down at the bottle. “How much?”\n\n“Well, since it isn’t exactly what you asked for, I’ll give you a discount. Let’s say $60.”\n\nHe nodded mutely, handed over his debit card, and drank the potion immediately. Brynna blinked, mildly surprised, as he held out the bottle to her. “Do you want this back?”\n\nShe eyed the vial. “Sure,” she said, though this had never happened before. She wasn’t about to do a whole cleansing ritual just for one tiny vial, and she couldn’t recycle glass with remnants of a potion inside. She was still pondering what to do when the silver bell above her shop door chimed, letting her know that her customer had left. At least he hadn’t tried to proposition her—many, if not most, of her male clientele had the outrageous misconception that she would want to sleep with them after they’d paid her for magical help in the bedroom. She supposed it was a more tempting offer than if they’d suggested it *beforehand*, but still.\n\nShe shuffled into the back room, which contained her lab equipment and the most common ingredients for her alchemy and potions, and idly glanced at the shelves of bottled and boxed herbs, minerals, and materials she kept on hand. She was considering a simple soap and water wash and a restriction to the same potion type for the used vial when a high tinkling sound caught her ear. “Be right out!” she called, looking around her mildly cluttered workspace before placing the small bottle down next to her mortar and pestle.\n\nHer newest customer was a woman in her late twenties, maybe early thirties. Her mousy brown hair hung around her face like a heavy blanket, making her seem gaunt. She held one arm across her chest, gripping the bicep of the other arm. She was clearly uncomfortable. Brynna cocked her head to the side, getting a skim-read of the woman’s aura. “Unsatisfied in the bedroom” was her number one customer complaint, and while this woman had a dash of that, what she really lacked was confidence.\n\nTruth be told, *that* was her number one customer complaint. They just never phrased it that way.\n\n“Welcome to Brynna’s Brews! How can I help you?”\n\n“Oh!” The woman seemed startled. “I um. I have a husband, and he loves me very much.” If Brynna hadn’t already seen her aura, she’d have suspected a lie, but this woman’s spirit was soft at the edges like a river stone—worn smooth by years of tender affection and love. “And we have sex, but I… I want something more. From him. I want him to…”\n\nBrynna leaned against the counter and gestured for the woman to continue. “I do not judge, love.”\n\n“I… he’s a nurse. He’s always careful and tender, like he can’t turn off the bedside manner. He’s supportive, and wonderful, and he always makes love to me. I want him to *fuck* me.”\n\nBrynna’s eyebrows raised in surprise and amusement at the frail woman’s suddenly steely voice. She took a deeper look at her customer, flipping through thoughts and memories like the pages of a photo album, until she realized the woman had never made these desires clear to her husband. She was embarrassed to admit that she wanted to be taken rough, fucked like they were just animals in heat. Brynna nodded, and tapped her nails on the counter.\n\n“I’ve got just what you need,” she said. She turned around, facing a shelf of her most popular potions. No sense in having to make ‘control when I cum’ potions on demand when she could just keep a supply ready to sell. This time, though, her dancing fingers skipped past that particularly luminescent mixture and landed on a swirling navy blue concoction. The confidence booster. “This,” she said as she turned to present the potion to her customer, “is the answer to your prayers.”\n\n“What does it do?”\n\n“Didn’t I just say it would answer your prayers?” Brynna rolled her eyes. “You want your husband to take one look at you and push you onto the mattress and have his way with you?”\n\nThe woman’s lips parted, in shock or arousal, Brynna wasn’t sure, and she nodded.\n\n“Then you drink that. I’d recommend taking it with dinner. Something light, like pasta.”\n\n“What if my husband asks what it is?”\n\n“I didn’t say you had to drink it right in front of him. Hide it if you wish, it’s your decision.”\n\nThe woman reached out for the potion, and Brynna let her take it. “$60,” she said.\n\n“That’s more than I expected.”\n\nBrynna shrugged. “It’s the standard rate.”\n\n“Alright.” She fished three twenty dollar bills from her purse and handed them over. Cash. How retro.\n\n“Pleasure doing business,” Brynna said as the woman turned to leave."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You got out of your final class of the day and you see the sleepy kid still dozed off. The professor had gave you the job of taking care of him as they left, so you are left there with them.
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"content": "I went over to wake his sorry ass up. I mean fuck hanging out waiting for him to wake up on his own. He was wearing baggy gym shorts that scrunched up his leg as he slumped in the theater seat cloth covered chair. My heart started pounding as I stared open mouthed at his escaped trouser snake. The thing was thumping, growing, and moving the cuff of his shorts up. I don't know what he was dreaming about, but I was now dealing with my own body's reaction.\n\nIt was an out of body experience as I went down to my knees and leaned toward his little head. I closed my eyes and used my tongue to slurp his soft flesh into my mouth. He moaned and I took him in a bit more. Soft, ridged underneath, salty, and moving, all of this rolled around my mind as I suck on him.\n\nIt never occured to me in that moment that it was rape, non-consensual sexual activity. It didn't seem like that when his fingers began to intertwine in my short hair. It didn't feel wrong when he erupted into my waiting, greedy mouth either. I was patient, holding him loosely, and a thread of his seed connected us as I pulled back.\n\nThat's when it went wrong. He freaked out seeing another guy's face near his cock. He trashed his head around looking for witnesses. He left with such force that he knocked me backwards onto my ass, down the stairs. I don't think he even looked back to see if I was ok or not.\n\nHe called me that night, using the class' contact list to find my phone number. He asked, \"Why,\" not in hostile tone, but more of a questioning curious one. My hands were shaking holding the phone to my ear and my breath quivered when I asked, \"Fuck me?\" I don't know why I said that, but so very glad I had the blind courage. It's Valentine's Day and I have a Date. We're skipping the dinner thing and meeting in my room."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Monster Emporium Adoption Agency! For all you petboy and petgirls needs.
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"content": "\"Hello, and welcome to the Monster Emporium! My name is Fletcher, how can I help?\"\n\nLauren and Maya entered the shop with their catgirl Socks in tow. Socks rushed over to the collars and began eyeing up the ones with bells as Lauren approached the person at the counter and whispered, \"Hi, we called in earlier today about a surprise for our catgirl.\"\n\nFletcher nodded and whispered back, \"I'll pop into the back and get things together for you. Do you want me to provide a distraction for your catgirl?\"\n\nMaya shook her head. \"That's okay, we had something in mind.\" Maya and Lauren strolled over to Socks, who held up a bedazzled pink collar with a bell and asked, \"Mommies, can I have this one?\"\n\nLauren kissed the top of Socks' head. \"Of course you can, sweet girl. In fact, you've been such a good kitty that we're gonna get you a little something extra.\"\n\nMaya took a laser pointer off the shelf and shone the light on the floor. In an instant, Socks was entranced by the light and chasing it up and down the aisle. \"Quit running away, little red light! You can't escape me forever!\"\n\nLauren and Maya chuckled at their darling kitten's antics as Fletcher appeared at the end of the aisle and flashed them a thumbs up. Maya turned the laser pointer off, eliciting a sad whimper from Socks. \"Aww, where'd the light go? We were having fun!\"\n\nMaya pet Socks in reassurance. \"Sorry about that sweetie, but we wanted to show you that little something extra.\" Lauren walked to the end of the aisle and reached around the corner. Just as quickly, Lauren came back with a cowgirl on a leash and a pair of overalls stretched to their limit by her engorged breasts.\n\nLauren walked the cowgirl up to Socks and said, \"Socks, this is Suzie Q. We filled out the paperwork earlier today, so she can come home with us right now!\"\n\nSuzie Q smiled. \"Hi Socks! I've heard a lot about you.\"\n\nSocks squealed with delight and hugged Suzie Q as she looked at her mommies with adoration. \"You remembered! How much I wanted you to bring home a cowgirl cause it was the only thing I remembered from the farm!\"\n\nMaya and Lauren happily kissed Socks' cheeks as the latter purred, \"Of course we remembered, sweet girl. Now let's get your gifts purchased so we can take Suzie Q home quicker.\"\n\nAs Lauren and Maya had their purchases rung up, Suzie Q pulled down one corner of her overalls and exposed her nipple. \"Um, y--your mommies said you used to suckle at that cowgirl's breast, so i--if you want to do the same to me--\"\n\nSocks pounced on Suzie Q's breast and started aggressively suckling before she could finish her sentence. Suzie Q mooed happily as Fletcher handed off their bag and said, \"Thank you, come again!\"\n\nMaya and Lauren waved at Fletcher as they directed Socks and Suzie Q over to the door."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You have self confidence issues, so your wife clones you so you can see yourself objectively.
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"content": "\"This is extremely surreal.\"\n\nMyra sat on the bed and watched me give my clones a glance over as she sipped a glass of Chardonnay. \"I spared no expense for this, hon. Four perfect copies of you, right down to the subtlest hue and shade of your eyes. Now go on. Try and find something bad about them.\"\n\nThe other Brookes blushed and giggled as I studied their bodies. As I did, I thought about the things I disliked about myself: my chubbiness, my untameable mop of curly red hair, the scar on my arm from an accident in my junior year algebra class. My clones were perfectly identical to me, so I could've easily thought the same of them.\n\nBut I couldn't. Every feature of mine that I held disdain for looked perfect on my clones. Their chubbiness made them appear soft and inviting like a teddy bear, their red hair gave them a vibrant appearance, and their scars put on an air of adventurousness. I looked over at Myra and said, \"I can't find anything bad about them. They're perfect.\"\n\nMyra smiled and kissed my cheek before purring, \"And that's exactly how I see you, honey.\"\n\nI smiled and began kissing her right back. As Myra nipped at my neck, I turned back to my clones, who were watching with flimsily disguised envy, and said to them, \"Well come on then. She's your wife too, last I checked.\" My clones smiled and followed my lead in kissing and caressing Myra soft and sensually.\n\nMyra gasped at the feeling as I purred, \"Does my princess approve of this?\" Myra gave a thumbs up as the six of us fell onto the bed and a hand found its way between my thighs. I leaned into the feeling and started massaging Myra's clit at a steady pace. Slowly, my clones began to mimic my actions and started teasing and massaging the pussies of each other.\n\nOnce I decided Myra was finally ready, I replaced my hand with my mouth and ate her out with eagerness. Myra's satisfied mewling were muffled shortly afterwards by what I assume was one of my clones planting her face in-between her legs. Suddenly, I felt the softest kiss on my own clit, followed up with an amazing feeling of pleasure. Seems my clones and I were on the same wavelength in many ways.\n\nI drew out Myra's orgasm with my mouth as I savored my clone's head game and clamped my legs around her head. In no time, Myra, me, and my clones were cumming joyously from within the soft confines of our Ouroboros-like daisy chain. Once we had untangled ourselves, my clones and I snuggled up to Myra and said as one, \"Thank you honey.\"\n\nMyra giggled. \"Anything for my princesses.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] "No funny business!" the man with the gun yelled as he aimed it at the people on the floor at the bank. "Hard pass," thought the dominatrix, with a smirk.
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"content": "Mommy Dommy\n\nThat’s what the media called her when Kelsey made her superhero debut. It was easy to see why the name stuck to Kelsey like a plug to an asshole. She was out fighting crime in high-heeled boots and a corset.\n\nHearing that name made her feel hot.\n\nAt first, Kelsey hated the name, often spanking people on the spot for daring to address her without her permission. In hindsight, her outbursts only served to reinforce Mommy Dommy. However, as the days passed, she grew to admire the name, wearing it like a glove.\n\nMommy Dommy is powerful.\n\nShe couldn’t hit as hard as her superfriends. But what she lacked in strength, Kelsey made up for with style. Her whip snapped baddies into place, and her ropes came in handy to tie them up in embarrassing positions. That’s what she loved about her job. People not knowing their place being brought down to Earth.\n\nEveryone is quiet, but not for the right reasons.\n\nKelsey had the fortune to hide behind a wall before the robbers appeared. With their guns cocked, the men pointed their weapons at the civilians. One of them, the leader most likely, ordered a teller to put the money in the bag. The poor woman was on the verge of tears. “No funny business!” he yelled.\n\nKelsey smirked as she ripped her casual clothes, revealing her super suit. With her whip at hand, she swung it furiously in the air. The whip cracked a loud pop, announcing Mommy Dommy’s arrival. Kelsey let out a sly smile. “Which one of you naughty boys wants to go first?”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Describe your crush and the scenario you'd like to be in with them
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"content": "He's romantic, but not in a sickly sweet kind of way but definitely the type to sweep you off your feet and treat you like a gentleman. Maybe a lord of some sorts.\n\nMe, I'd be the kind of man who's lower in station than him. Someone he's fallen for and wants to take to the bedroom in secret for a night of passionate lovemaking and maybe some kinky play too; maybe cuffs, a collar and maybe some rope."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Incest tf (again)
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"content": "He was tired of his older brother always getting all the girls and all the popularity. He thought he'd have a better chance if he put his occult knowledge to use and cast a ritual to turn his older brother into a girl to get him out of the way. He didn't realize what sorts of desires would grip his new sister in her sexy new body, or the sorts of forbidden lust that might grip them both...\n\nAlternately\n\nIf she was honest, she was at least a little upset at her family forcing her to share her on campus apartment with her younger brother, just because he had chosen the same school as her. It did present her with an opportunity though. Her BFF insisted that the mysterious supplements they found on the web could turn a boy into a girl... In fact, they promised to turn anyone into a very busty, very slutty girl, and something deeply aroused her about the idea of turning her brother into a busty girlfriend to go out and get railed with..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You're a centaur. Living in the city has been a struggle, but the relationship with your SO has made staying here worth it. Wanting to show your gratitude, you suggest doing something special tonight, the famed 69 position. Your SO looks unsure.
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"content": "\"69? Us? A-are you sure that's a good idea?\" Diamond squeaked. \"Don't we need to be on top of each other for that?\" Diamond blushed furiously. \n\nI nodded. \"Of course. I'll lie on my back. Were you worried that I was going to lie on top of you and crush you?\"\n\nDiamond flinched. \"What? Well, actually...\" She trailed off. \n\nI smiled gently. \"I see. Well, don't worry your pretty little head. Just worry about taking care of mine.\"\n\nI laid down on my sturdy bed. Diamond grinned."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Girl finds out her elderly next-door neighbor is actually the 21st century version of a kinky fairy godmother, who is sick of her whining through their adjoining apartment wall about how lonely she is/how hard it is to date.
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"content": "Write a story using this writing prompt: Girl finds out her elderly next-door neighbor is actually the 21st century version of a kinky fairy godmother, who is sick of her whining through their adjoining apartment wall about how lonely she is/how hard it is to date."
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"content": "Danielle heaved the bag of garbage into the chute with a grunt and a curse directed toward the men in her life that refused to confirm to minimum standards of decency and at least try to satisfy her. *Why do they all suuuuck?* she asked herself for the thirtieth time. She considered calling her therapist again, but decided against it. She felt no worse than she had yesterday. She wasn't the problem. Men were the problem. \n\n\"Fucking... Excuse me!\" She said as she nearly knocked over the bumbling, old bitch from next door who was taking for *fucking* ever to get out of her way. \n\n/*** \n\n\"Four hundred years ago, I'd have helped the girl,\" the old woman complained to her friend, Merryweather. \"I'm just too old, and these women nowadays don't know whether they want to be swept off their feet or selected from an algorithm.\"\n\n\"Four hundred years ago women had a different set of problems. If I remember correctly, Flora, that particular girl ended up in a coma for several years. This girl just wants to meet a Charming Prince or two without ending up in the ICU.\"\n\nFlora tsked into the phone. \"One prince? She'd prefer the seven dwarves, although even then she'd probably complain that they were trying too hard.\"\n\n\"So give her what she thinks she wants, Flora. Sometimes it's only when we get what we think we want that we learn what we really want.\"\n\n\"You're as bad as Fauna. She told me the same thing when I asked her to come teach the girl how to sing so I didn't have to hear her screeching the words to what passes for music to this generation. Anyway, remind me about that spell for plum pudding...\"\n\n/*** \n\nDanielle sat in front of the vanity dresser her Mother had left her and brushed her brown curly hair while listening to music. She was wearing a pair of white Cotten panties and a pink camisole. Her eyes were red and swollen, because she hadn't gotten the right response from a text that she'd sent out earlier, but she was feeling strangely better. Sometimes a good cry did that, although she was still embarrassed to have been caught by the tsking old bag next door when she took out the trash mid-breakdown. Ever since then, she'd felt strangely good. Even euphoric. She just needed to get *fucked*.\n\nSuddenly, she stood up and slammed her heel into the ground 1, 2, 3 times. She lifted the hairbrush to her mouth and belted out the lyrics:\n\n>They love the way I walk \n>‘Cause I walk with a vengeance \n>And they listen to me when I talk 'cause I ain't pretending \n>It took a while, now I understand just where I'm goin' \n>I know the world and I know who I am, it's 'bout time I show it. \n\nShe turned and looked at her butt in the mirror, nodding with approval, then sat back down and looked at the hairbrush in her hands.\n\n\"Well, hello, Mr. Hairbrush... Fancy meeting you here. Are you here alone? Would you like some...company?\" She started giggling like a girl. It never occured to her to question why she felt so happy."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: girl (Summer) is working her everyday boring job when she's sucked into the fairy realm. she has to sleep with the three fairy Lords, all different shape shifters to get home. she might also gain some powers of her own.
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"content": "Summer's Day Dream\n\nBeing an intern sucked balls. Summer only wished that was literal. She just spent most of her time running to get coffee. It was already nine fifteen. So, she decided a shortcut through the park might cut off some minutes from her trek. So she stomped through the park and through a small thicket, to find herself in a massive forest.\n\nIt was amazing, unlike anything she had seen before. Small pulsing orbs of light floated through the air. \"What the hell is that?\" She asked the empty wood as one orb approached. Being curious she extended her hand that wasn't holding a carrier of coffee. The light landed and the feeling of arousal started like a cinder inside her and with each pulse of the light the arousal grew.\n\nFirst, it was like a match. It grew to a campfire and then a house fire. Until it exploded in her chest and sent shivers through her body. Her knees locked and her panties flooded. The coffee fell and then she did too. Summer was still writhing on the ground and moaning when a strange figure approached.\n\n\"You shouldn't let the wisps hit you. They make you waste precious cum.\" She looked up to see who said it. He was a strange looking stout goblin standing 4 feet give or take and wearing a ridiculous tri corner hat. He scooped her up in his arms and she could see the wisps swarming behind them.\n\nHe scooped her up and she fainted. When she awoke she was naked in a hut with his busy head between her legs. She would have thrown him off of her if his tongue didn't feel so good. Summer pinched her own nipples as the weird creature lapped up her cum and then drove his tongue in.\n\nAfter she came again the odd creature stood. \"Welcome to the fairy forest, m'lady.\"\n\n\"Ummm… how do I get home?\" She asked.\n\n\"Only the Fairy Lords can grant passage which they will give for a price.\" He said with a smile.\n\n\"I don't have a lot of money on me…\" \n\n\"Here in the Fairy lands there is only one currency that matters.\" The strange goblin said as he pressed a long finger along her tight pussy.\n\n\"Are you telling me these men will only let me pass once they have their way with me?\" Summer was getting hot thinking about the elven princes seeing her airtight. The idea made her so hot that she pushed back against his finger.\n\n\"Not men, madam. The fairy lords are not of the likes that you have ever lain with. I could give you some tips, for a price.\" He said with a chuckle and Summer glanced down to see his erect member. It looked big on his small frame. \"I will give you a useful tip for each hole you give me.\"\n\nShe widened her legs in response and he crawled into position. He felt around the same size as her boyfriend. She estimated that he was a respectable six inches, but this goblin wasn't the gentleman he was pretending to be earlier.\n\nNow that he was inside her he grabbed her soft pale hips and ravaged her petite frame. Her legs failed in the air as he worked in and out. She was just short of an orgasim when he came in her. \"Here, in the fairy lands we always cum inside our partners. With the first Lord it won't even be an option not to. Lord Wintertooth is the great wolf of the woods. You won't be able to appease him if you don't get his knot inside you. Let him push until it locks you in. He will let you go when he's done.\"\n\nThe thought of being ravaged by a large wolf got her so close to another orgasim. She was still dazed when he pulled out and ran up to her mouth with his cock still hard and covered in both their cum. The goblin's cock slid past her lips and she relaxed her jaw and let him fuck her face. He gripped a clump of her blonde hair.\n\n\"The second one loves maidens like you so he will be very easy to find. You may not be a virgin, but you are still tight. Lord Sunhill will be much more manageable if you ask him to move into a more human form. In fact you will want to do that with Lord Lowhorn as well.\" He talked while he used her throat. The amount he came nearly choked her.\n\nShe wasn't totally recovered before he had her spun around and pressed his cock to her ass. \"Lord Lowhorn will never ask it, but your tightest of holes is what you need to offer to please him.\" \n\nSummer started rubbing herself and was on the verge of orgasim when she asked, \"What is Lord Lowhill? What will be going into my ass?\"\n\n \"Bull!\" The goblin screamed as he came one last time.\n\nSummer thought about all the cuckold porn she had seen and laughed to herself that she would be finally taking a bull.\n\n((End Part one. I ended up accidently taking two pages to introduce her tasks))"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: your friend got possessed by a succubi. luckily for them, you know how to do an exorcism! Unlucky for them you only know how to do it in morse code.
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"content": "I was taught that there was a bit of holiness in everything. In every language, there were holy words. This always fascinated me, and even though I ended up not taking the same career path as my parents as an exorcist, I did learn a few basic exorcisms in the language I thought would be most amusing. Morse code.\n\nIf my mom could see me now, she'd probably regret always telling me I was just wasting my time learning this.\n\nWell... actually, I don't think she'd like seeing this any more. I can't imagine that she would wholly approve of what I was doing right now.\n\nI had my friend Rory tied down naked on the floor where I had set up a very makeshift circle. She was struggling against the restraints on her wrists and ankles.\n\nWell, no, I guess that it really wasn't her struggling and hissing, and I don't think that she knew any of these unholy curses she was spewing at me.\n\nIt was the succubus that had possessed her.\n\nI was at her side, petting her smooth skin, trying to calm her down and work up the motivation to do what I had to do next. You see, exorcising a succubus required some very specific methods to it. Especially since the only holy words I knew were in morse.\n\nGod I hope this works...\n\nI put my fingers between Rory's legs, closed my eyes, and slipped two of my fingers into her cunt.\n\nWell, this felt interesting. Never thought I'd be doing this with Rory...\n\nWith only a bit of hesitation, I started speaking into her. Twitching my fingers within her, reciting the exorcism in morse. *Dot... dot... dash...* and as I continue, the succubus inside of Rory hisses, but also calms down. She moans, and it doesn't sound like the succubus anymore. It sounds like Rory.\n\nAnd I'm kind of embarrassed to admit, but hearing her mewl like that was kind of arousing. I could feel myself get wet. I had to tell myself that this was just business. I was just saving my friend from demonic forces.\n\nBy um... finger-fucking her in morse code.\n\nRepetition was the key. *Reciting* the exorcism over and over again until it was enough. And judging by the, um... loud reaction from Rory, it might have been enough.\n\n\"Ugh...\" she moaned, her chest rising and falling. She opened her eyes and looked at me. \"Um, Char? What are you doing?\" she asked.\n\nOh my god, she was still tied up, still naked, and my fingers were still inside of her..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Being a werewolf isn’t too bad, though she wished her clothes faired better after transforming. It’d make the long walk home much less humiliating.
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"content": "Lucia hung her head low. It had been a year after first contracting lycanthropy, and her small town was beginning to think of her as a streaker who got naked after every full moon. She resented this, but since she got caught a few times, once by the cops, and a handful of times by civilians who knew her name (her human form wasn't nearly as stealthy as her wolf form, it seemed) she decided that the best thing to do to keep her secret was to embrace the reputation as someone who liked a good early morning nudist stroll. Better that than people discover what she actually was.\n\nShe quickly found out that around these parts, if you pretended that everything was going normally, instead of sneaking around behind cars and bushes, then the cops didn't actively try and arrest her. She was taking 'acting naturally' to its logical extreme as her bare feet slapped on the sidewalk and her soft breasts jiggled in front of her. She forced a smile, waved to Nana Henderson as she watered the flowers outside of her grocery store (she shook her head, but she waved back, the friendly grandma that she was) and was almost tripped up as a boy and a girl almost skated into her.\n\nShe finally got to her house, instinctually reached to where her pocket would be, then paused. Oh, right. Keys. And she was all out of spares for under the mat.\n\nShe sat down on her porch and looked out to the rest of town. Well... this sucked."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Dreams, and all crazy shenanigans that go with them.
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"content": "Write a story using this writing prompt: Dreams, and all crazy shenanigans that go with them."
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"content": "\"Girls? Anybody home?\"\n\nAaron wandered around the apartment, which was curiously void of the usual bustle of activity. Nobody was in the kitchen, the Switch looked like it hadn't been touched all day, and Aaron didn't hear the shower running. With nowhere else to look, Aaron opened up the door to the bedroom, and grinned lewdly at the sight before him.\n\nAll seven of his lovers were assembled on the bed in the skimpiest lingerie they had. All as one, the girls purred, \"Hi daddy,\" as they pulled Aaron onto the bed, first with lustful gazes and then their hands once he got close enough. Tara and Octavia pulled Aaron's clothes off smooth as silk as Ashley leaned back against the bed and sultrily remarked, \"We've got a surprise for you.\" Ashley then pushed her panties aside and teased her clit invitingly.\n\nNever one to miss a hint, Aaron got down and started kissing Ashley's sex. Ashley squirmed and writhed in pleasure as Marigold lifted up Aaron's legs just enough for her to get underneath him and take his cock in her mouth. As Marigold gripped onto Aaron's thick ass and deepthroated him, Nat seized on the opportunity to clamber on top of her and start fingering her pussy. Right beside them, Tara, Octavia, Sam, and Isabel got into a four-woman daisy chain, the sound of their lovers going at it turning them on immensely.\n\nAshley was the first to cry out in ecstasy, followed by Marigold, who squirted so hard she stained the TV. Like a chain reaction, everyone began to climax one after another. Aaron pulled his head away and smiled. \"I don't mean to sound rude, but I don't know if this really counts as a surprise considering how often we have sex.\"\n\nOctavia giggled as the bedroom door opened again. \"That's not your surprise; *that's* your surprise.\"\n\nAaron went wide eyed as he saw who entered the room: it was his wives. Two identical copies of each girl, clad in the same lingerie and staring at him with the same horny look. In tandem, all twenty-one women mewled, \"Do you like your surprise, daddy?\"\n\nAaron didn't think he could be nearly as hard as he was in this moment. \"This is so obviously a dream, but yes. I love my surprise.\"\n\nWith glee, the new girls got onto the bed to join in the fun. Lingerie was torn away and kisses were planted on newly exposed skin as a trio of Isabels got on their hands and knees to kiss Aaron's cock. Aaron felt like his brain was about to explode; having three of his girls go down on him at once was already an amazing sensation, but having three versions of the same girl do it was a whole different ball game. As Aaron gasped with delight, one of the Nats pulled his head back to kiss him deeply as a Sam nipped at his neck.\n\nThe overwhelming pleasure drove Aaron to cum again, splattering all three Isabels faces with his seed. As the three lapped it off of the others' bodies, another trio moved in, this one consisting of the Taras. And then when they were done, the Octavias moved in. And on the cycle went, an oversexed Aaron too horny to marvel at how many times he came.\n\nFinally, Aaron's exhaustion overtook his sex drive, and he collapsed onto the bed as his lovers surrounded him with more warmth than ever before.\\\\\n\n\"Mornin' sunshine.\"\n\nAaron's eyes fluttered open as he looked to his left. All of the girls were awake and gazing lovingly at him. Aaron sat up and remarked, \"Good morning, girls. I don't think I've ever been the last to wake up before.\"\n\nNat giggled and pointed down the bed. \"Tara woke us up to witness that.\"\n\nAaron looked where Nat was pointing and saw the rise in the sheets where his erection was. Sam idly ran her hand across it as she said, \"You've been pitching a tent for like half an hour now. You are *definitely* telling us about the dream you had.\"\n\nAaron smiled. \"Sure thing, hon. Let's get breakfast going, shall we?\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You have an issue with cloning. Youre addicted. You need to stop making so many clones lest bad things happen.
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"content": "Write a story using this writing prompt: You have an issue with cloning. Youre addicted. You need to stop making so many clones lest bad things happen."
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"content": "\"Ms. Millport, I think I have a problem.\"\n\nMs. Millport sipped her mocha as she looked over at my swarm of clones, recently bumped up to a hundred strong. My loves made short work of my duties as Ms. Millport remarked, \"I wasn't going to say anything, but I agree.\"\n\n\"I--I just couldn't stop myself. I kept feeling the itch, the need to create more Natalias, and I... I gave in. We've already had to double the size of the bed just so everyone has a place to sleep. I need help, Constance.\"\n\nSince I had produced the second batch of Constance clones, Ms. Millport had gotten more accustomed to me using her first name. Constance set down her drink and took out a file from her bag. \"I might have an idea to satisfy your urges, albeit in a roundabout way.\"\n\nI opened up the file and saw a picture of an employee with braided hair. \"Olive? The intern?\"\n\nConstance leaned against my desk and explained, \"She's currently gunning for your research assistant position, which means she'd be working with you much more closely. And last week, IT discovered one of the folders on her work computer was *stuffed* with selfcest porn.\"\n\nI smiled knowingly. \"I think I see where this is going.\"\n\n*TWO MONTHS LATER*\n\n\"Alright Olive. It's time. You ready?\"\n\nOlive bounced on her heels like a little girl at the zoo as she looked into the cloning vat where her twelve copies were waiting for her. Olive grinned as she replied, \"I've been ready since you told me what this was. Let 'er rip, doc.\"\n\nI nodded with a smile and input the command into the interface. The nutrient slurry drained away, gently depositing the Olives onto the floor. Olive practically raced inside once the door was open and held one of her clones like a sleeping princess. The clone opened her eyes and looked up at Olive with a loving gaze as she said, \"Hello. I'm Olive. I love you.\"\n\nOlive looked like she was about to explode out of joy as she kissed her clone on the forehead. The other Olives moved in to share in the affection, which Olive returned with aplomb. I watched on with my own clones, my heart fluttering at the sight of someone else sharing in the ecstasy I felt the first time my clones arrived. Natalia gripped my arm as she sadly remarked, \"We really can't use the vat anymore, huh?\"\n\nI shook my head. \"Not that it'll matter in ten years, anyway.\"\n\nNatalia tilted her head in confusion. \"Ten years?\"\n\nI grinned. \"Ms. Millport gave me the deed to a private island down in the Florida Keys. We're going to be preparing Olive to take over my position so we can enjoy our early retirement together.\"\n\nNatalia rested her head on my shoulder. \"And you're really okay with not making any more of us?\"\n\n\"It took me a while to admit, but...yeah. All I ever wanted was to make you girls happy, and I conflated making more of you with doing that. This is my attempt at moving past that.\"\n\nThe Natalias moved in for a group hug as I watched the Olives fuck themselves senseless in the vat. I smiled as I thought to myself, *The lab's in good hands.*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] College prompts that are realistic (can be kinky though). Open to non-hetero storylines too
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"content": "*Although you yourself are not a member, you know plenty of people who are members of the local fraternity/sorority scene. They've all come up to you insisting that you need to attend the upcoming Greek mixer event. You try to decline but they end up hiding your car keys until you show up and stay for at least half the event. \"You need to have some fun in your life,\" is what most of them say to you as justification. And thus, you begrudging attend, steeling yourself for the noise and smells of beer, vapes and vomit...*\n\nI intentionally left the genders as neutral since I didn't know how you identified or how you wanted to identify your characters and the relationships within your story. In essence, perhaps a bit cliched (ie. college students at a party) but it is realistic. Depending on what avenue you wanted to take, perhaps you could apply one of these ideas - \n\n* Sweet, wholesome story about two people who meet at the party and start a wonderful loving relationship after slipping away from the group\n* Public exhibition/voyeur story where some of the group decides to go streaking across the campus and you're either watching or participating\n* Another public exhibition/voyeur story where there's a variation of the beer pong game. Instead of tossing ping pong balls into cups and forcing the other team to drink upon successful attempts, the game involves...loser performing sexual acts or filling the cups with cum or squirt.\n* Darker/taboo-ish story involving triggers like sexual assault or such where you are involved in a compromising situation. You get drugged or you stumble across someone who is being taken advantage of."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Fantastical "Race Relations" (SEEKING INTER-RACIAL FANTASY PROMPTS!)
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"content": "My first time writing a prompt like this, hope you enjoy. \n\nIn order to end a long standing war between their kingdoms in which both sides have committed horrific atrocities and to avoid their war passing into the human realm which they are separated from by a dimensional gateway, the royal family of a human kingdom noted for their red hair, blue eyes and Eurocentric features agree to marry their eldest daughter to the eldest son and heir apparent of a kingdom of moorish elves, who are known for their pointed ears, mahogany skin, dreadlocked hair and sub-Saharan African features."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She felt like she should complain about her housemates abusing the hypnotic triggers that made her eager to perform sexual favors for them, but the truly embarrassing part was how *good* it all felt...
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"content": "Write a story using this writing prompt: She felt like she should complain about her housemates abusing the hypnotic triggers that made her eager to perform sexual favors for them, but the truly embarrassing part was how *good* it all felt..."
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"content": "The house was quiet when she came back from class. She kicked off her shoes and sighed, glad to finally have a moment to herself. It didn't last long though. Her housemates burst into the living room with whoops of laughter, clearly already drunk. She rolled her eyes, already knowing what was coming. They loved to play with her, and she had to admit, she loved it too.\n\n\"Hey there,\" one of them said, grinning at her. \"We were just about to start without you.\"\n\nShe felt her cheeks flush, knowing what he meant. They had all learned how to trigger her hypnosis, and she had been their eager plaything ever since. It was embarrassing how good it all felt, but she couldn't help it. She loved the way they made her feel.\n\n\"Come on, don't be shy,\" another housemate said, grabbing her hand and pulling her towards the couch. \"You know you want to.\"\n\nShe did want to, more than anything. She let them lead her to the couch, where they sat her down and began to whisper the words that would send her into a trance. She closed her eyes and felt the familiar sensation wash over her, making her body tingle with desire.\n\n\"Good girl,\" one of them said, his voice low and husky. \"Now show us what you can do.\"\n\nShe opened her eyes and saw them all looking at her expectantly. She felt a surge of excitement and arousal, knowing that she was about to do something wild and daring. She couldn't believe how much she enjoyed being their plaything, but she couldn't help it. It was just too good to resist.\n\nSo she did what they asked, eager to please them and to feel the rush of pleasure that came with it. She lost herself in the moment, forgetting all her worries and fears, and just let herself be carried away by the hypnotic triggers and the pleasure they brought her.\n\nIn the end, she collapsed onto the couch, her body trembling with the force of her orgasm. She felt her housemates' hands on her, stroking her hair and kissing her gently. She knew that she should complain, that this wasn't right, that they were taking advantage of her. But she couldn't bring herself to do it. She loved it too much, and she knew that she always would."
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