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Write a story using this writing prompt: She’s a slim thicc, no-nonsense doctor. He’s a hung, chauvinistic loser of a McDonald’s employee. Usually, crudely chatting up this fourth wave feminist, supremely educated MD is a complete dead end for him. That is, until she happens to see the *meat* he’s packing during an annual physical...
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"content": "I *hate* patients like you.\n\nYoung men with absolutely no sense of common decency. You're just such a loser, but you act as though you're the king of the world. Like I should count myself lucky just to be in the same room with you. Still living with your parents, of course. Using their insurance to come here in the first place and make my day that much more difficult.\n\n*So infuriating.*\n\nBut I power through, as best I can. I didn't the better part of 15 years in medical school and residency to act unprofessional. I'm a *doctor.* Not a nurse, as you insist on calling me. I am a medical professional. So I ignore the way that you look down my blouse, and the way that your hands seem to wander towards my behind for a grope, and the way that you keep telling me how 'I look hot enough for porn.'\n\nHeight, weight, and every kind of exam that one might expect to go through at an annual physical. Enduring unwelcome looks and comments, but getting closer to ushering you out the door with each minute that passes. Finally, we're close to being done and I'm breathing a sigh of relief as I snap on a new pair of rubber gloves.\n\n\"And now, Mr. Jones, if you could just lift your gown so I could check your downstairs.\" I sigh, lifting my chin and meeting your insufferably disrespectful gaze with a false smile that I can barely manage to keep faking as I adjust my posture on my wheeled stool.\n\nEven as you pull the hem of your gown up to expose yourself to me, I know you're undressing me with your eyes. Whatever, let's just get this over w-\n\n...\n\nHoly fuck. The silence is palpable as I lay eyes on the massive slab of meat dangling between your skinny thighs. It isn't even hard, and yet it's so... *God-like.* My eyes go wide, and my breath hitches in my throat. I'm surprised that my jaw doesn't clang deafeningly as it hits the floor.\n\nYou've got to be at least as long as my forearm. As thick as my wrist. Snipped, but with such a fat mushroom tip on the end of your member. Such a succulent shade of pink, too... And your veins! They criss-cross over your shaft like a topographical map, not quite bulging yet but still plenty visible. I don't think I've ever seen a cock this utterly magnificent outside of an incognito Pornhub tab.\n\nI can practically feel your smirk boring a hole into my head as I stare in awe. How could I be thinking like this? I'm more than twice your age, and I'm your doctor. And you're such a *pig!* Who cares if you're hung like a horse. If you've got the most beautiful member I've ever laid eyes on in my life...\n\nI glance shakily back up at you and swallow quietly, my cheeks flushed with color. I feel the heavy weight of your hand atop my head just as I part my lips to speak and temptation gets the better of me.\n\n\"Fucking knew it... Dumb slut.\" I hear you mutter under your breath.\n\nOne of my gloved hands cradles your hefty, unshaven ballsack while the other slips down around the base of your stiffening cock. My fingers don't reach all the way around around. I can feel your own mitt grasping firmly at my golden-blonde ponytail as I slowly part my lips and extend my tongue. The second it touches the underside of your thick, swelling cockhead and I drag it upwards to catch the dollop of precum beading up at you piss-slit, I know I've just kissed over 20 years of medical virtue goodbye.\n\nI don't think you quite grasp that fact, since you've already pulled out your phone to videotape me as I wrap my lips helplessly around your tip. My cheeks hollow within suction as my tongue swirls around the circumference of your cockflesh. I begin to slowly bob my head, barely able to cram the first third of your cock into my warm maw as you chuckle above.\n\n\"See? Told you looked hot enough for porn. Give my balls so attention, huh?\" He grunts, tugging at my pair as I pop my lips free of his prick without saying a word. I simply lift his heavy member, lean in, and start lapping at his sweaty, musky cum-factories.\n\nMaybe he'll keep the video to himself if I write him a few prescriptions for Xanax."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Write a story about an accidental mix up where the lock for someone's chastity cage was swapped for a "Valentine's lock" that are designed to never be opened.
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"content": "Simon kissed Amelia's waist, watching it flinch at the sudden touch. A smile crossed the Elf’s lips as she pulled on her arm restraints, the thick silk blindfold meant she was always caught by surprise. It was easy to make sure she didn’t peak at her valentines gift in this state. Simon adjusted her ass on the edge of the bed, her long legs spread straight and wide by the restraints no matter how much she squirmed or giggled. Simon's fingers ran down her thigh, light over the skin to see goosebumps flare in his fingers' wake, she had waited a while for valentines day, she was sensitive which made her unbearably ticklish. Amelia bit into her bottom lip as his fingers reached her clit, rolling the sensitive wet skin over the hollow metal stud he had pierced her with. As a Gnome, Simon liked his girls like he liked his weapons: Modified to purpose. Simon ran his dexterous fingers down the 8 piercings of Amelia’s outer lips, she was soaked and hadn’t come in days. She had flown close to the sun but never so close her wings melted. She would expect today she would get release but what she couldn’t know is when and how much teasing she might receive first. Simon pulled the choker from his pocket, the dwarf who sold it was mad as a meataxe but with insanity came impeccable craftsmanship. \n\n‘While ye lass be wearin this ere choker, her cleavage be always on display!’ said the Dwarf as he sold it. Simon's expertise stopped where engineering met magic but he assumed the tiny heart shaped padlock and accompanying chain could not fit a powerful enchantment given it’s size. Amelia had been left flinching, unknowing when the next touch would come. Simon took the chain and thread it through the studs of her lips, crisscrossing upwards to draw them together. Amelia moaned out a protest, realising she would have to wait longer before she felt filled. Simon made the 4th and final stitch, drawing the chain tight to seal her lips closed and thread the padlock through one end, her clit piercing and the other. The click it made when it locked seemed too loud, too final for its size. The small thimble sized heart lay over her closed lips. It was going to drive her crazier than the dwarf when she had to walk with it tinkling away. John smiled at the visually pleasing display, it suited Amelia’s elven beauty perfectly. Simon opened the box beside him for the other trinkets in the same style he had bought from the mad dwarf, unsure if he should use them now or save them for tonight."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Naked speed dating! With genuine participants (“real people”) ages 25-35. People really excited by the whole idea, but equally nervous. Attractive people, but not “hyper-attractive” — w/ nice physiques, but not “crazy nice”. The goal (of the story): “Keep it real.” And nobody’s a nudist either.
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"content": "Rebecca pulled the hoodie low and set her mask in place. She could pass for someone with the flu who also just happened to be cold. Only her eyes were visible. Rebecca clicked open the microwave to see her phone, notifications began streaming through. A few hateful comments but no message that the event had been cancelled. Rebecca passed by a comment. “Robophobe!” \n\nThe word that had been branded to her. Technically it wasn’t illegal to be a robophobe, you were just not allowed to express the opinion in any public setting. It had all happened so fast. One moment she was the odd one out who hadn’t had any work done yet then an errant comment ruined her relationships.\n\n“It’s nice… but I wouldn’t want to have sex with it.”\n\nWhich turned into increasingly more hostile questions about why she didnt want to fuck a cybernetic cock until the brand. “I just think you’re a robophobe.”\n\nSince that moment it spread like wildfire. Every conversation with a friend or family member was slowly steered toward cybernetics and she would have to smile politely through another rant about ‘those bigots’. Alternatively she could argue the point and lose another friend or family member.\n\n“Fuck them!” said Rebecca as she dropped the phone into the makeshift faraday cage. She glanced one last time to herself in the mirror and stepped out into Sanfrantokyo. It seemed to be getting worse, she saw a man with 4 arms rolling around on wheels, a woman with 3 breasts in skin tight latex, everywhere she looked the world oozed sex. Women danced in windows, parts of their cybernetic bodies peeling away to reveal an internal view of the modifications they had. You couldn’t look up without getting eyefucked. \n\nRebecca ducked her head, rain running off her hydrophobic hoodie in streams. She missed the city she grew up in. The only synthetics worn by unfortunates, not the sexually depraved. \n\nThe industrial building looked like any other. Rebecca resisted the urge to check the pamphlet, it warned in bold letters to not hold it in public. She knocked at the metal door, a panel slid aside and she saw two eyes gazing back at her. Rebecca pulled down the mask to show her face and the door made a thunk before opening.\n\nRebecca pressed between 3 men, one pointed a finger down the hall but no one spoke. They had guns. What had she gotten herself into? She couldn’t turn and leave, that would be weird and she might never be allowed to return. Rebecca followed the hall. She was interested in finding a guy but mostly, she wanted to talk to someone who didn’t call her a bigot.\n\nRebecca set her jaw, of course they had guns, half the people she had spoken to wanted to punch her, lord knows what they would do if they knew of this place. Rebecca stepped into a room where a single person stood guard and another wore a friendly face.\n\n“Hello, I’m here f-for the dating thing.” said Rebecca.\n\n“Welcome, sorry about the security, you know what it's like… I’m John, please to meet youuu…”\n\n“Rebecca.”\n\n“I’m sorry to ask Rebecca but would you mind leaving your clothes here?” said John.\n\n“It’s ok, it said I’d have to in the pamphlet.”\n\nJohn smiled politely and Rebecca began stripping off. She wasn’t wearing anything under the hoodie or pants so it was a quick affair. John folded her clothes but Rebecca assumed he was doing it to ease the awkwardness of it all.\n\n“Is this your first time Rebecca?”\n\n“Yes”\n\n“I’m pleased to be the one to welcome you through the fire.” said John. Rebecca paused, holding her pants.\n\n“The fire?”\n\n“Feels like you have been burned by everyone? You are through it now, welcome to the other side.”\n\nRebecca let out a ragged breath, they were the first kind words she had heard in a month.\n\n“Thankyou.” said Rebecca.\n\nJohn smiled warmly, he was perfectly human. Not a single augment, just like her. He took out a small pen shaped object and ran it over her, down one arm and up the other.\n\n“I have a knee replacement, n-not cybernetic, just an accident when I was young.”\n\n“I appreciate the honesty but this won't detect it, It's checking for RF signals from anything digital but… looks like you are all clear.”\n\nJohn extended a hand, Rebecca took it feeling the warmth of his skin.\n\n“Welcome Rebecca, we are happy to have you.”\n\nIt was worth the naked embarrassment just to hear that said. Rebecca stepped through the doors to a restaurant, people were lounging around, all naked as her, a few severed limbs could be seen. Stumps with medical scars and open ports. It confused her, she assumed there would be no synthetics at all. She wanted a drink to relax but she wasn't sure how to pay. She had no phone or identification at all.\n\n“Rebecca!” called out a man at the bar, he was the only one wearing clothes. Rebecca stepped toward him.\n\n“John told me you are new.” he said as she sat up on one of the stools, an arm over her breasts as she wasn't quite used to it yet.\n\n“Y-yes, I’m new. This is the speed dating right?”\n\n“One in the same. I’m Simon, you’re probably wondering how to pay for a drink. Don't worry about it, we can run a tab if you’re a heavy drinker but i’ll pour you one on the house, we have a few donors. Same ones who set up the whole thing.”\n\n“Just something light… or a coke. I’m not a drinker, just nervous.”\n\n“Don’t even worry about it, I’ll make you something nice. Dating starts in 7 minutes, It’s pretty packed tonight so we might be looking at 4 minutes a pop. If you don’t mind me asking, what sexuality are you?”\n\n“Straight, all this security is for a restaurant?”\n\n“A few other things go on here, we have DnD nights, monthly get togethers, there is a church group but they are clothes.”\n\n“Are they all… um…”\n\n“Robophobes?” said the barkeep, his eyes going wide and a grin crossing his face.\n\n“Sorry.”\n\n“Don’t be, everyone here had been called it before, who gives a shit. Maybe you are, maybe you are a technophobe or a luddite, hell you could just be a nudist. No judgement here. Just be aware in case you are a hardliner, there are a few prosthetic legs here, some people put an arm or eye in before they go. None of that weird shit you see your side. If it’s not for you, just chat about the weather or something else.”\n\nRebecca flinched as he said ‘weird shit’ openly, it was the first time anyone had mirrored her thought on it.\n\n“Wow, you are new. Just got burned?” said the barkeep as he saw Rebecca's reaction.\n\n“Two months ago.”\n\n“What was it? For me, I got mat because my wife came home after cutting off her vagina. I couldn’t get hard, called it a fleshlight and now my kids hate me.”\n\n“Didn’t want to fuck a hypothetical tentacle cock.” said Rebecca almost in a whisper.\n\n“They’re fucking weird right, what will they think up next?”\n\nRelief washed over her.\n\n“Anyway, here is your drink. Dating is in 4 minutes, don't scull it, you can just take it with you.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Breeding or freeuse prompts. Got any?
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"content": "Getting the title of “Playboy bunny” in an alternate universe is more literal and institutional: the most fertile (as opposed to [supposedly] most pretty) women on Earth are given this title, and it immediately becomes bragging rights not just to be one, but to be with one.\n\n*If you want to write from a female point of view*: \nYou wake up one day to your social media shooting up thousands of followers literally overnight, and one text from your doctor, saying congrats on becoming one of the debuting “Bunnies” this year. Not used to even an inkling of the attention you’re now getting, how are you gonna use your newfound status?\n\n*If you want to write from a male point of view*:\nYou wake up one day and receive a text from a close female friend about if you want to come over today to casually hang out. Loving to spend time with her, you agree to come to her place. Once you get there, she sits you down in casual sweats, etc, and tells you to wait a couple minutes. When she reappears, she’s in bunny ears. Yep, she’s a Playboy bunny. And she wants you. What is your next move?"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Sarah and Jim, both in their late 20’s, married ~4 years, have an active, relatively normal (vanilla) sex life. Until Sarah takes a DNA test that says she has the gene that indicates she has virtually NO gag reflex whatsoever. Naturally they both wonder “really?” and thoroughly test things out.
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"content": "Hey, first attempt at writing something on one of these, so bear with me if it's a little rough around the edges. Eager for feedback.\n\n\\-=-=-=-=-=-\n\nSarah never knew much about her family, being adopted from an early age. So, for their 4th wedding anniversary, Jim had gotten her a DNA test. Spared no expense too, including genetic proclivities and all the bells and whistles. After spitting in the tube, rather un-sexily he might add, and waiting a week, the results were finally back. \n\nThey read through the results together, finding the typical assortment of geographical surprises. Seeing her flaming red hair and freckled skin, the fact that she was mostly Irish wasn't exactly a surprise, though the rest was a jumble of less than 5% from nearly the rest of the world. The real surprise came when they looked through the rest. No genetic conditions was nice, but no gag reflex? Not even 1%? Surely there wasn't a gene for that, however much Jim wished it were so. They had never actually tested it out, being boring enough to stick to missionary for most of their marriage with no regrets. \n\nJim made sure to read and re-read it several times, as Sarah walked away. He was worried she didn't like his gift, but he turned around for the surprise of his life. His wife was standing over the sink with a finger down her throat. He panicked for a second, hoping she wasn't ill, but noticed nothing happened as her hand went deeper as her throat bulged. John noted it wasn't the only thing bulging as his pants tightened. Her throat bulged more and more as her finger became her hand became her whole arm down her own throat, up to the elbow. She pulled it out with a gasp as throat slime coated her arm. \"Huh, neat. That's going to be fun for party tricks. Hey Jim, want to come see how far you can get your arm down my throat? Maybe you can impale me on a broom, mouth first, all the way down to my stomach?\" She looks around for something fun to shove down her throat next, eyes alighting on the bulge in Jim's pants. \"Nevermind, I found my next target.\"\n\nBefore Jim can even thank whatever gods gave his wife this gift, his pants are around his ankles and his erect cock is inches from his wife's face. He didn't have anything to brag about, but he was proud of his own size. \"Sarah, are you sure you waaaaaaaa.\" Anything besides pure pleasure leaves his mind as his wife slowly licks his tip, before moving her lips down his shaft, further and further as Jim experiences a new world of pleasure. He can feel her mouth, then her throat against his tip as her nose touches his bush. She looks up with lust vibrant in her eyes, ensuring him that she wants this, as she swallows, using the muscles of her throat to massage his tip. She pulls his length out with a gasp for air and a large smile. \"They're right, no gag reflex at all. Be as rough with my mouth as you want. Think of this as my anniversary present to you.\" Before taking a big breath in and holding it as she opens her mouth and sticks out her tongue. (1/)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PI] As a chemist you've recently discovered a new compound that successfully enhances male endowment. However you're having trouble moving the product and you have no idea why.
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"content": "The chemist was at her wits end, why would didn’t anyone buy her medicine? She had been so careful, testing all types of know allergies and common side effects, tried the drug on different animals, both female and male! And while the females had not show any reaction to the drug, all male subjects had the expected changes happen. The chemist was so sure that she had tried it on herself to see if anything had happen. That was a good while ago and no ill effect had occurred.\n\nThe chemist decided that she better go and see how her first male human test subject, Mike, had faired. Maybe he could provide the chemist with a new puzzle-piece?\n\nShe called and set up a meeting with Mike and his husband in their house. \n\n\\- Has anything strange happened after taking the drug or anything that you would like to tell? \n\nMike looked confused\n\n\\- Do you know something that I don’t?\n\n\\- Sorry, I didn’t mean to frighten you. I haven’t found anything wrong with the medicine whatsoever, however, no one in town wants to buy it! Because of this, I have put off contacting any pharmaceutical company about the drug. I’m simply afraid that my data is incorrect, and I had hoped that you could provide me some answers? Why didn’t your husband take the medicine for example?\n\nMike and his husband shared a look and some blushing. Mike’s husband coughed nervously and explained.\n\n\\- The drug had an almost instant effect to Mike, and from what we have seen, the effect have stayed permanent. There is something we what to share with you, but we did not really know how.\n\nMike took over,\n\n\\- I noticed that my husband also had similar effects compared to myself after a week or so, and now he has also reached a point where the change seems to be permanent. We where confused by this until one day at a new club when we shared some drinks with friends. Our friend group usually buys one of each of the drinks on the menu, just to start the night off.\n\nHis husband cut in,\n\n\\- It was actually my idea from the beginning! It’s so fun to share drinks and discuss what drinks you like and how the bartender…\n\nMike interrupted his husband,\n\n\\- What he is trying to say is that when we exchanged drinks, the effect happened to our male friends also! Sadly for you, one of our friends is… how would you say it politely, love?\n\n\\- Umm, Carl is looking for the perfect man! However, he tends to be picky. Not with partners, but with boyfriends if you catch my drift. So, I would assume that by now most of the gay scene in our town have already received your drug, in a sort of exchange program. \n\nThe chemist, chocked by this revelation, thanked the two men and hurried back to her lab. She had to confirm this! \n\nAfter weeks of testing she found out that Mikes and his husbands theory had been spot on! The reason the drugs effect never vanished was because the body started to produce this compound by itself after introduction. And while it could spread from male to male, the females never started to produce the compound. The interesting part was that the compound spread over the whole body after it had stared to produce it. Everything from hair to tears proved to have enough of the compound to trigger a new host body to start producing it. But for some reason only ingestion worked. Not even blood transfusion had any effect between two subjects. \n\nThis explained a lot, but not everything. Her second human test subject was married to a lovely woman, and the chemist had assumed that gossip alone would have brought at least one more wife to her doorstep. \n\nSo the chemist called her second test subject, David, and set up a meeting. She explained in length why she wanted to meet, but for some reason, David insisted on meeting the chemist alone. There was no reason to decline, so they met in a quiet café a few days later.\n\n\\- So, have you had any ill effects of the drug? Anything unusual you could tell me?\n\n\\- Let’s skip to the real questions, I know the secret of the drug!\n\nThe chemist was surprised, but the chance of a situation happening to David the same way it happened to Mike and his husband was not an impossibility.\n\n\\- What I’m upset about is that you never told me where you got it! I’m glad that it worked, but had you told me where it came from I would maybe not been so keen on the idea! But now I have gotten my revenge on you!\n\nThe chemist did not know how to describe her feelings, was it chock or confusion, maybe both? Did the component affect the brain after a certain amount of time?\n\n\\- It was hard to convince my friends, but after a while, all went to see Carl!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: After a devastating war, 95% of men are dead, and woman now outnumber them 20:1. In an effort to increase the population, men are banned from all "unsafe" jobs. Years later the laws are still in place, and men are sociality expected to be househusbands and sex objects for women.
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"content": "\"Decades later a vicious war between the sexes erupted again on the planet. In the end, the females wiped out the male population with bio-weapons. As a result, the females were no longer able to give birth, so they had no way of continuing their species. They invented a machine that would allow them to alter their sex for short periods of time. This machine became known as the Cosmic Gender Bender (or the Gender Bender for short).\n\nThe populace of the planet is divided into two classes, Keepers and (breeding) Stock. The Keepers are technologically advanced and reside underground, where they monitor the Stock. The Stock reside above ground and have a primitive culture. Their only purpose is to be impregnated by a gender bent Keeper in order to repopulate the planet. \"\n\nOk, I stole it but it does go with the writing prompt, lol."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [CC] Harleys New Plan
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"content": "I read it through, it’s a decent story. I especially like Harley toward the end, as she really gets into her character. Everything with her after the fight scene feels true to her character and her dialogue is excellent.\n\nThere are a few points where your point of view gets messed up and switches to B-man entirely, this isn’t a problem but I would put a chapter break in between.\n\nThe beginning of your story has a few problems, some of what is said isn’t ‘happening’ instead you are referring to events that have already happened. Harley is also depressed in this scene. It’s ok to show a more sad side to Harley but you need to grab your reader in that initial moment. An example change I would make would be.\n\n*Through the months, Harley had decided that since Batman had robbed her of her one chance of true happiness, he owed her that opportunity, the opportunity to have another Mistah J running around, her chance of being a mother*\n\nI would change this scene to be a realisation she comes to in that moment.\n\n*“Batman stole him from me! He stole my one chance at happiness! It was all him.” shouted Harley. She was going to get back her opportunity to have a little Mr J running around. She was going to be a mother!*\n\nBy making it happen now, the reader gets to be there to watch it happen.\n\nI would also recommend you run through your story a few times, at least read it all the way through 3 times. Out loud is better.\n\nFinally your fight scene was really good, the level of detail you had was excellent, good banter. You told the reader enough that they knew what was going on but not so much that it slowed down the fight. \n\n*Raising her head just in time to see his heavy knee inches from her face, her hands instinctively deflect the momentum before driving her fist into the side of Batman's knee*\n\nI loved this part. She crashes into the floor and FUCK there is a knee!\n\nIt made me sit forward wanting to know what happened next.\n\nThank you for the good story."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM][EU][Harry Potter] Looking for prompts based on Harry Potter, playing in an alternative universe setup, into one or several protagonists ( preferable the ladies) are thrown
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"content": "* death eaters now suck the libido out of people\n* arousal is tied to the ability to use spells (wizards and witches use vibrators or vibrating spells to maximize their power in a fight)\n * duels would be very interesting here, as they try to nullify each other near climax\n* familiars are now sex toys instead of animals\n* quidditch (wow the chrome dictionary knows how it's actually spelled...crazy) has a snitch that gets seekers off if they touch it; they have special brooms that edge them until they find it\n* The mirror of erised is open for public viewing, showing each person the devious desire they want most. Open parties are held where people get off to seeing these desires\n* snape's potion final is for designing the antidote to the most potent love potion. Some students fake it in order to see who will sweep them up into erotic bliss"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You meet a pair of sexy femboys, and head to an apartment filled with hopeful ideas of banging their brains out. But as it turns out, they end up double teaming / spit-roasting you!
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"content": "It wasn't meant to happen this way.\n\nThe only sounds in my room in the frat house now are the wet squelches created by the two cocks pounding me at either end and the soft, girlish groans and moans of the two boys those cocks are attached to.\n\nIt wasn't supposed to be like this.\n\n\"God, he's tight. Definitely a virgin, babe. How's that throat?\" Alex chirps, his fingers tightening around my toned thighs as I feel his thick, uncut member grind against what I assume is my formerly-untouched P-spot.\n\n\"I think he may have had some practice on my end, Lex. Either that, or he just *really* loves the taste of my cock.\" Jordan answers with his hands still grasping my wrists tightly, prompting the two of them to giggle in unison as his balls smack softly against my nose and I swallow around his rather lengthy fuckpole.\n\nI met them in a campus bar.\n\nI swear I'm not usually into guys, and and I'm definitely not a bottom. But you two aren't exactly the most masculine boys ever to take a corner table at Monaghan's. Lipstick and fishnets give off a certain vibe, especially they way you guys were wearing them. And if my fraternity brothers could see me... *Fuck.* I hope that they can't hear us.\n\nI wish you two would quiet down a bit, not just for that reason but also so I could try and remember how I got here.\n\nThe night's all a blur now. Smoking and drinking. I couldn't tell if they were a couple or not. More smoking and more drinking. They started getting handsy. And then... An Uber, I think. The taste of your lips is still on my tongue, although Jordan's turgid member is doing quite a job scrubbing away the flavors of liquor and strawberry Lip Smacker.\n\nI'm pulled back to the present as Jordan gives my cheek a few soft-but-not-too-soft slaps.\n\n\"Hello? You with us, cutie? Already cock-drunk?\" He chirps, the two boys giggling together once more as I feel my cheeks warm with the humiliation of being lowered to the station of double-ended cocksocket.\n\nI gasp softly as Jordan suddenly pulls his member from the reaches of my tight, warm gullet and gives my drooling lips a few playful smacks with the slobbery cock. I don't have a moment to answer as he quickly stuffs my throat once more, only time to moan into his cockmeat as I feel Alex's hand wrap tightly around my own twitching, precum-dribbling hard-on. He uses it almost like a cowboy with a saddlehorn as he continues to ream my tailhole.\n\n\"Think we should let him cum, Jordy? He seems to *really* be enjoying himself. Maybe that's reward enough.\" Alex cackles, and I know his words are meant for my ears even though he's addressing his partner-in-crime.\n\nAs the too join in another laugh at my expense, both still balls-deep in my holes, I feel a spasm of need twinge through my prick and I know it's going to be a very long night."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: St Valentine's Day is devoted to romantic love. St Magdalene's Day is devited to wanton lust devoid of any love or romance.
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"content": "Every year there are holidays to celebrate different things. There’s Halloween for fear, St. Valentine’s Day for love, and St. Patrick’s day for getting shitfaced and making questionable decisions, to name a few. Among these big important days, one is always left out of the mainstream; St. Magladine’s Day. While St. Valentine was known for love and bees or whatever, and St. Patrick is known for driving the snakes (jewish people) out of Ireland, Magdalene is mainly known for being 2 things; being unapproachable and sexy. The saint was never known for being kind or generous, but she was known for thicc af and hella slutty. Magdalene would spend most of her time on all fours pleasing everyone from a horny housewife to a cocky clergymen, just as long as they didn’t ask her for her for a relationship. Her door and holes were always open, as long as you didn’t try to date her or anything. \nNowadays St. Magdalene’s day is know for hot sex with no emotions and consequences. Every other day of the year, you’ll find wars and discrimination, but Magdalene’s day? Never. Coworkers will be having bathroom sex. Neighbors will be fucking in their backyards. Transphobes will be gangbanging a hot trans gal in the basement of a church while she cums inside a hot milf. Lesbians and gay guys will be showing some straights the time of their lives. So from now on whenever you get fed up with your hot nemesis, just remember; St. Magdalene’s day will be here in no time."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Something Alien
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"content": "- Mars needs moms! Aliens are invading earth specifically to steal all the milfs.\n\n- Hyper-advanced alien Cyberpriests invite a human scientist into their secret Psionic Forge to reveal the details of their impossible warp technologies. Turns out, the secret is orgasms.\n\n- A romance between the AI that runs everything in a planet-spanning megacity, and the alien hive mind that has eaten all of it's citizens and reconstituted them into biomechanical horrors.\n\n---\n\n- an astronaut gets sucked into a tesseract and has impossible 4d sex with... the tesseract? some sort of space god? themself? whatever it was, they were very good at it.\n\n- an astronaut bored, and alone, stationed at a research outpost in the middle of nowhere, keeps a masturbation diary, and stares out into space and thinks about the vast loneliness of the cosmos.\n\n- Garrus Vakarian gets tied up and pegged.\n\n- A Transformer falls in love with a human, and they try to work out how to have sex."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [M4F] Little Asian Anal whore for Daddy to rent and train my bumhole to take your fist
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"content": "Hi,\n\nThanks for posting in /r/DirtyWritingPrompts. Unfortunately, your submission was removed for the following reason(s):\n\n> * **PMS/PERSONAL COMMUNICATION/PARTNER SEEKING:** Asking for PMs is not allowed. All information necessary for the prompt must be mentioned in the post itself. Similarly, asking for or giving personal communication information is not allowed. Also, looking for roleplaying partners or long term writing partners is not allowed.\n\n\n\nWe hope this won't discourage you from posting in /r/DirtyWritingPrompts in the future. If you feel your submission was wrongly removed or if you have any questions or comments, feel free to message the moderators through the link in the sidebar.\n\nThank you"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Looking for inspiration - BDSM/kink NSFW
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"content": "A man and woman are moving into their new house. It was a great deal since the house came with a sex dungeon in the basement.\n\nSo our couple get into some lazy wear as they clean up and the sub gets tempted into putting herself into one of the stocks or pillory in the dungeon.\n\nImagine either the standing kind with her ass sticking out.\n\nOr the sitting kind where it's her legs that are restrained.\n\nIt closes on her and somehow locks her in. Or she pretends to be stuck. Either way she's open to be groped and used by her master. \n\nShe askes for help getting out, but is getting aroused. She doesn't use her safeword to tell him to stop the fun times.\n\nSo tldr. accidental free use. Help me master, I'm stuck in this pillory."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: One of her friends "pranked" her by pulling her top down, the fifth time she'd been sharked this week. As she blushed, she tried to convince herself out was just the cool air making her nipples so hard...
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"content": "There were so many people. Not all of them looked, but they were there.\n\nStella pulled her shirt back up, but there was some hesitance. A small part of her wanted it to last a little longer. However, she had to be \"decent\" in public.\n\nLast time Sam had pulled that stunt, she had been reprimanded extensively by the campus police for exposing herself. Sam got hers, and Stella wanted to yell, but honestly there was something about it. Something about having her tits out, nipples harder than granite peaks and all eyes on her.\n\nHer underwear were just a bit wet. Just enough.\n\nNext time, she wouldn't fix it. They all can just look at her. Next time."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: I’m St Patricitia, I’m just like St Patrick except for instead of getting all the Irish snakes out of Ireland my thing is I get all the Irish cocks into me! I’m the patron saint of drunk gangbangs!
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"content": "**Father Michael Collins report to Bishop De Valera on the recent so-called \"Miracle of Molly Malone's Pub\".**\n\n​\n\nYour Excellency, I am pleased to let you know that I have concluded my investigations into this event and my report is below.\n\n​\n\nFirstly, some background. Molly Malones is a small, slightly scruffy Irish-American bar down a poorly lit back street in a major American City. The bar is named for the traditional Irish song, and is popular with a small section of locals who have Irish heritage, as well as others, both from the Catholic faith and those who are not.\n\n​\n\nAs is common throughout the United States the bar was holding an event to celebrate St. Patrick's Day. Management refererred to their event as a *Céilí*, though I found no evidence of Gaelic dancing. From conversation with the bar management it became clear that they thought the word was a synonym for *\"a grand piss-up\".*\n\n​\n\nAll present testified that they had consumed significant quantities of Guinness, ale with green food dye, Irish Whiskey, and a cocktail colloquially called an *\"Irish Car Bomb\"* (a rather revolting combination of Stout ale, Irish Cream Liqueur, Coffee Liqueur and Irisn Whiskey). All agree that they were significantly inebriated. \n\n​\n\nHowever, despite their advanced inebriation, all who I interviewed were remarkably consistent in their description of what occurred. All agree that three figures appeared; Two men and a woman. Not all are conversant enough with the Catholic Faith to be able to name two of the spirits, but all agreed that the leader was St Patrick himself. From their descriptions, as well as the comments of followers of the True Faith who were present, I am led to believe the other two were St. Brigid of Kildare, and Saint Columba (also known as Colmcille to Irish speakers).\n\n​\n\nAll described St Patrick as tall and tan, and speaking with a Northern English accent. This is consistent with our knowledge that Patrick was a Roman-British man, born in present-day Cumbria. All agreed that Brigid wore a large cape and eyepatch, had flame-red hair, and turned the water in the bar into beer. I do not need to remind you Bishop, that Brigid is the patron saint of Brewers, though when I mentioned this to my interview subjects most laughed in seemingly genuine surprise.\n\n​\n\nSt Columba appears to have done much of the speaking, which I imagine is in line with his reputation. All those present agreed that Columba had a very strong Northern Irish accent, in keeping with him being the patron saint for the City of Derry.\n\n​\n\nLocal and National press have entirely focussed on the fact the three appeared in unison at Molly Malones, and that Brigid turned the water to beer. All have not reported what happened next. I must warn you Your Excellency that it may not make easy reading for us men of the cloth.\n\n​\n\nSaint Columba reportedly greeted the astonished crowd with *\"What about yous, you set of fucking ballbags\"* (far from being an insult, this is a common and friendly greeting in present-day Derry).\n\n​\n\nBrigid then asked all assembled *\"are yous all having a good craic?\"*, to which Columba added that they should *\"get fucking stuck in\"*\n\n​\n\nPatrick then singled out one woman in the bar, a young lady by the name of Sara. Why she was chosen I cannot say. Some speculate that it was because she had eyes the colour of Shamrocks, others said it was because *\"Sara is a total ride\"* (Father, if you're not familiar with the term, this is a vulgar Irish expression meaning someone you very much would like to fornicate with)\n\n​\n\nWhatever the reason, Patrick supposedly commented *\"all of yous have some Irish in you, except for this one - maybe the lads could help put a bit of Irish into her?\"*\n\n​\n\nIf Patrick's meaning was not clear, then Columba helped explain by making what can only be described as a crude hip-thrusting gesture behind Brigid. I am as shocked to write this as you are to read Your Excellency.\n\n​\n\nBrigid then helped Sara undress, allegedly making the most lascivious comments about this young woman's pretty face, ample breasts, and shapely bottom.\n\n​\n\nOne of the crowd asked if Patrick and Columba were now going to *\"double-team\"* Sara, and Columba replied *\"ah catch yourself on, are we not fucking saints are we not? Sure you lads will sort this wain out a treat hi\"*\n\n​\n\nPatrick added *\"I got the snakes out of Hibernia, now you boys get your snakes into our Sara\".*\n\n​\n\nWell Bishop, they took this comment to heart, and then some. One young man, who repeatedly insisted that his name was *Finn MacCool*, slung Sara over his shoulder and carried her to the pool table. What followed could only be described as pure bacchanalia."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Prompt Me!
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"content": "Take whichever one tickles your fancy:\n\n1. During a fight between an evil sorceress and an aspiring heroine, their binding spells collide, resulting in the two women winding up stripped naked, bound together, gagged, and vibed until the two spells were off. \n\n2. A woman decides to get into erotic cosplay, and finds herself getting a bit more into it then she initially thought she would. \n\n3. During game night in a Sorority, one of the girls suggests a game of strip... Smash Brothers? It's surprisingly sexier and more fun then you would think!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: As a joke, you apply for a female only position as a lingerie tester. “Not a problem” Chirped the hiring manager
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"content": "Smutty Writing\n\nAs a joke, you apply for a female only position as a lingerie tester. “Not a problem” chirped the hiring manager.\n“Not a problem?” I asked. \n“Nope. You’re not the first guy who’s come here and applied for this position. Don’t worry, we are well-qualified to provide the necessary accommodations,” she replied again. She was a thin brunette with a figure that looked like she could go into the next room and model the products, but she had a knowing look behind her thin reading glasses that suddenly made me wonder what I’d just gotten myself into. \n“Y’know, maybe I shouldn’t…” I said, having second thoughts. \n“Oh don’t worry. The chang- ahem, accommodations, for testers are not too extensive. Models need different accommodations,” she said, not listening. And she seemed to be doing it on purpose as she typed away. “Oh, you’re lucky! We have a new line coming out soon that we need some testing on. Don’t worry, you can work from home if need be as you adjust.”\n“Adjust?” I asked, and suddenly I felt a prick in my neck. My eyes very quickly got heavy. \n“We’ll send a care package with you! Enjoy your time testing out new bust+ line…” I heard her say before it went dark. \nI woke up with a start back at home, on my couch. I didn’t even have a chance to ask how I’d gotten here when a sudden bounce tried to pull me back down. My hands came up to instinctively catch what was pulling me down, but I froze when I felt what they had grabbed. I looked down, and my jaw dropped.\nGrasped in my hands were a pair of large, round, and quite firm breasts. They were HUGE under my t-shirt, with the material tight under my arms, and stretching between the two mounds. Pert nipples were seen through my fingers, as was the flesh itself. \n“What!?” I exclaimed. I gently sat up more, feeling the extra load on my chest, and forcing my fingers off the fleshy orbs. They hung off me, easily wider than I was, only held back by the straining shirt. I pulled down my narrow collar to get a look, and gasped at how much under my shirt was boob. I couldn’t see past my cleavage to my legs. \nStruggling a bit, I pulled the shirt over my new boobs. They flopped down onto my chest in a movement that made me pause at the sensation. I finally pulled the shirt off, and saw my new chest in all its glory. \nI just stared for a few minutes, entranced by easily the biggest breasts I had ever seen. And mine or not, something in me sure seemed to like them. Instead, I groaned, and stood up to go for my bathroom mirror. Their movement, the jiggling and swaying, did nothing to stop the growing arousal. \nFlicking on the light and seeing my new form in the mirror, my heart stopped. They hung from my chest so perfectly, dominating my torso. So big, so round, with only a little sag. My nipples were larger and darker, topping them and reflecting my lower half’s opinions on the situation. I rose my right arm, and brushed my breast as I rose it, subtly moving the breast towards my center, creasing my skin over my sternum in a soft curve. \nMy skin… It looked so much smoother. Hairless. However I had grown these boobs, the process also slimmed my waist, and maybe even made my hips come out farther. Or maybe that was the illusion of the thinner waist… Either way, if I didn’t count my face (which also looked smoother and lacked facial hair anyway), I looked like a slim woman in a man’s jeans. A gorgeous woman. A BUSTY woman. One that would get stares and attention no matter what she wore, because her breasts would make themselves very well known no matter the clothing. \nThe jeans were getting uncomfortable with my growing erection. Taking a moment to allow myself a little indulgence, I pulled down my pants, and stood in my mirror naked: Breasts moving as I swayed, and erection almost painfully obvious. \nWith slight hesitation, my eyes focused on the breasts in the mirror, and went to work pumping up and down my shaft. Pleasured groans grew in my throat, but I began to feel something new… Something different in my new lady parts. \nMy left hand, curious, went up. With great hesitation, I grasped my right breast and began playing with it, centering on my nipple. The warm flesh formed around my hand, so firm, yet giving in just the right amount. As I squeezed, I couldn’t help, and let out a moan that grew in volume until I let go. My breast flopped back into place, and I panted. The pleasure was just…\nTaking my hand off my erection, I raised both hands to my boobs, and went for it. Everything I’d ever wanted to do to a pair of breasts this big I did. I kneaded the supple flesh, squeezed my firm nipples, and lifted my breasts to my face. I knew not many women could do this, but I lowered my mouth and began to suck on my right nipple. This elicited a low, pleasured moan as I went to town. My legs actually turned inward as I worked, and leaned on the counted. Looking up, with more of an above view of my rack, only made my predicament more intense. I closed my eyes and just let my hands and mouth work. Down below, my penis throbbed as if it was about to cum, but didn’t. It was practically locked in the ‘almost’ stage before everything would get messy, more than happy to let me have my way with my new breasts. \nFinally, I began to feel a buildup of heat, of pleasure, of ecstasy, throughout my body. My legs trembled, and I leaned even more forward onto the counter, and pressed my penis into the soft towel I had placed on the edge. I began to rock my hips, working my male part against the plush fabric as I continued to play with my breasts. \nFinally, I couldn’t hold back my vocalizations. I moaned like a woman in a porno, but with a distinct male tone. Rocking, squeezing, and clamping my fingers on my nipples like it was the last thing I’d ever do.\n“AaaaAAaAAAAAAGGH,” I screamed as it all let loose. My large breasts easily overflowed my hands as I felt my cock pump out what felt like the biggest load of my life. And due to how I was bent over, and the angle of my penis against the counter, I felt it splatter against the bottom of my breasts, and a little on my hands. Some even shot between them, landing stop them and running down to my fingers, still holding onto my nipples like there was no tomorrow. \nFinally, after what felt like an eternity, I took a breath, dropped my breasts, and held myself up from the counter with my arms. I felt so weak, but that had felt so damn good. I almost didn’t care that I now had breasts. I wasn’t thinking about having to find clothes, explain this to my friends, or even ask how the heck they had gotten here. \nEventually though, I looked up. I looked like a sexy mess, cum dripping off my breasts, and a little in the mirror obscuring my face, making the illusion of a sexy woman even stronger. As my vision cleared and the sensations faded, I felt the stickiness of everything, and decided to take a shower before anything dried up. \nNot to go into too much detail, but the shower was also quite the pleasurable experience. \nWhen I was finally out, and had spent a few moments considering if the towel went around my waist still, or now belonged around my breasts (I settled on breasts), I walked into my room to try and find something to wear. There, at the foot of the bed, was a rather large flight case that I had seemingly missed. Curious, I looked closer, and it had the label of the company I had jokingly applied at… \nWell… Obviously they did this to me, since I remembered the prick in my neck. But maybe it so bad…\nI leaned down, holding the towel to my warm breasts, and opened the trunk, revealing what could only be described as a treasure trove of lingerie. Lace, straps, gigantic bra cups, babydolls, bikinis, colors of all kind… And a manila envelope. Resisting the call of the giant bras, I went for the envelope, which held a packet of papers, a smartphone, and a letter. \n“Congratulations on becoming our latest lingerie specialist! By now you will have noticed the accommodations we have made to help you with your new position. This is standard procedure, and we are sure you will enjoy the changes. \nYou will begin tomorrow. Since you will be a telecommuting employee, we have provided your week’s work right here. You will be responsible for trying on the new products, testing fit, style, bounce, and comfort. We have also provided a series of tops we wish you to wear with the lingerie. You will be required to thoroughly document your testing with the provided smartphone. Optionally, you may use the social media accounts on the phone to help advertise our product, and make this transition easier for you. Proceeds from that are addressed in the included packet.\nAs a specialist in our new bust-plus range, your testing will need to be extra thorough, and may require a trip to the gym, or jog around the block, to make sure the product holds up. We have provided a membership to the nearby gym for these purposes. \nGood luck, and we hope you enjoy your new job!”\nBelow was contact info, and details of the ‘shipments’ that would be delivered. It began to set in… I had been given gigantic breasts to try on women’s underwear, go outside with them, and thoroughly document the whole process.\nA part of me hated the idea. A bigger part hated how much I didn’t. Both parts were dwarfed by the smirk growing on my face, and the warmth building in my chest, and in my crotch. \n“This might not be so bad…” I said aloud, and rummaged through the case. Eventually I found a lacey black bra, and a blue crop top with a deep cut to the neckline. I smiled perversely before I shrugged. \n“Well. Better get ready. I need to get food tonight. Might as well get a head start on tomorrow’s work…”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: My marriage is great but I’m addicted to cheating and that’s why every day I go and pick up a new guy. It’s a literal addiction I tell you I can’t help myself!
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"content": "The first time Sara cheated on her fiancé, she had cried herself to sleep with guilt, and promised herself in the morning that it would never happen again. Alex didn't deserve it - he was as warm and loving as a man could be, well-liked by everyone he met. Only Sara did cheat again, and again. It got easier each time; the lies and the justifications. Alex was in many ways the perfect man, but he had long given up even trying to match Sara's much higher sex drive, and she had needs he couldn't meet. Each man she fucked just gave her the desire for another.\n\n​\n\nThis was what was running through her mind as Sara went for her morning jog. She wanted to fuck a stranger, almost any stranger, but it was usually best if they were men older than her, and ideally they would be married. \n\n​\n\nMen who were 10 or so years older were usually better in bed than younger men, but still had the looks and stamina she wanted. If they were married or in a long-term relationship then that made it easier too; they were better for no-strings sex, and didn't have ideas of stealing Sara away from her partner. Over the last couple of years Sara had tried almost everything - older men, younger men, women, friends. husbands of friends... Men who she would never see or speak to again were her favourite though. Ahead of her in the park she saw someone suitable, and her pussy was immediately wet at the possibility.\n\n​\n\nAnother morning jogger, looked to have finished his run and was stretching off by a park bench. Sara stopped on the opposite side of the path, not looking directly at him, but keeping him in her peripheral vision.\n\n​\n\nFirst she stretched her arms high above her head, giving him a good view of her nice breasts in her little running top, before pulling her elbows in towards her back, pushing her tits out even more. Sara's running leggings were already pulled up tight, giving anyone who looked a clear outline of her pussy lips. He was definitely looking, but seemed hesitant to take the bait. Time for the nuclear option.\n\n​\n\nSara pulled her top up, just enough to let her breasts fall out into the cool morning air. Her nipples instantly hardened in the breeze. She tried to bring her elbows together, her tits squeezed in between her own forearms. Only then did she look directly at her fellow jogger. Clear eye-contact to make it obvious that this hadn't been a mistake. He got the message.\n\n​\n\nLess than two minutes later Sara had her leggings rolled down to her knees, bent over with one hand on a nearby tree so she could push back against the man's hard cock inside her. He said nothing throughout, but kept reaching round so he could grab Sara's breasts as they jiggled with the movement, still hanging free beneath her rolled-up sports vest.\n\n​\n\nBeing out in public, where anyone could see, only added to the excitement as Sara worked her clit with two fingers until she came. The man was not far behind, dumping his hot load inside Sara, before pulling his shorts up. He looked both ways quickly, and then started to jog away without having said a single word to Sara throughout. He turned, jogging backwards, and shouted \"thanks\", before turning again and then he was gone.\n\n​\n\nThe shower head back at home had exactly the right pressure that Sara needed on her clit, holding it close to her pussy as orgasmed again. Sticky cum oozed out of her and down her thigh, making her feel like a dirty fucking slut, and it made her desperate for more sex. Alex slept soundly in the next room. She could wake him, but he wasn't really a morning person, wouldn't scratch that itch inside her.\n\n​\n\nThe train into the city was packed as usual. Sara found herself stood next to a tall man in his 50s. Older than she liked, but still handsome. She used the fullness of the train as an excuse to stand close to him, her breasts pressed against him. He smiled, but Sara didn't get a chance to say anything to him, leaving the train at an earlier stop. Her cunt was sopping wet and throbbing again already.\n\n​\n\nEarly in the day at the office an email from her colleague Paul dropped into her inbox, and Sara's heart lept with excitement. It talked cautiously about having a meeting, a code that they'd worked out months ago. She met Paul in his car, quickly scanning the carpark to check there was no one watching, and then immediately started to suck his dick.\n\n​\n\nWhen they first started doing this they would have awkward small-talk first, but they'd soon realised that it only looked suspicious to be sat in the car anyway. They both wanted one thing, so why wait? \n\n​\n\nSara loved everything about sucking Paul's dick. Doing it in work time was naughty enough, nevermind doing it in the public carpark. More than anything she loved feeling that cold bit of metal around his ring finger pressing into the back of her head as he pushed her down. He was married, and Sara was sucking his cock anyway. Sara had got very good at getting him off quickly, her lips moving from the tip almost all the way down to the base, and back up again. She loved spending the rest of the day talking to other colleagues with the taste of Paul still in her throat.\n\n​\n\nIt wasn't enough for Sara though, not today anyway. She spent the afternoon browsing a website for anonymous hook-ups. Her city didn't get many people posting, but that only made it more exciting when someone local did reply. \n\n​\n\nShortly before she left the office she saw a new post. An older man from out of town was looking to meet at his hotel. A few messages, a hastily taken selfie, and Sara had it all set up.\n\n​\n\nIn the short time it took Sara to get to his hotel he was already having second thoughts. He said he'd never cheated on his wife before, he didn't know if he could go through with it. Sara took her top off and her gorgeous breasts made him reconsider again. He was less worried about what his wife at home thought now, and suddenly much more interested in kissing Sara all over. When she slipped out of her jeans and panties, and let him glimpse her freshly shaved cunt she knew she had him. Older men simply can't resist women like Sara, especially with shaven pussies."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You and your girlfriend find yourself on a clothing-optional beach. Both of you don’t react and just tan, as you would. You fall asleep for a short nap but wake up alone. Your gf’s bikini top is on her towel and you can’t see anyone on the beach besides a distant group of volleyball players.
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"content": "The smell of salt water, seagull poop, & body oil invades your nose. Your eyes recover from the sun's engulfing rays - not one sunburn scars your person. You stand up, stretching your legs, but cannot see your desire. Gazing around the fourways & the cardinals you begin walking towards the only gathering insight - a Volley Ball net. \n\nThe sun glares in your eyes but even it's rays are incapable of keeping you from beholding what is before you. Legs upon legs & oiled bodies lusting & thrusting; grunts & moans breaking through the chatter the waves & seagulls share amongst themselves. Scores of men laying down in the towels - nude with their pricks at half mast, each of them bedecked in red lipstick smooches, all of them catching their breathe. Your stomach sinks as your pricks stands & bulks itself. Semen, vuvla, & sweat invade your senses. Your face grows hot as your muscles lose feeling.\n\n In the middle of the rows of men you notice your desire - lengthy pitch hair & eyelashes, dark olive flesh contrasted against the waves of white & black, turquoise nails & rose lips - amongst the three men engulfing her. One man's hands graps her head as she holds tightly to his waist; one man lays thrusting below her holding onto her breasts as life support; one man thrust behind her digging his fingers into her belly. Each of the four of the fold into each other, lusting & thrusting, moaning & groaning, each four folding their sex towards each other as a simple onefold of lust. You shoot out ropes of seed at the sight of this. Muscles quivering & breathe sharp you march over to her possessed by the world about you.\n\n[Part 1/? - Unfortunately do not have time to finish this yet]"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Give me some Noncon prompts!
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"content": "Maybe a different take. A man has been celibate since the passing of his wife at a young age. He deeply misses her unique, loving touch. He refuses to date again, feeling like it would be a betrayal and that he might lose another best friend. One night while out getting a drink a hot young woman comes onto him and offers a one night stand. Free from any commitment and given a very rare opportunity, he is unable to turn down the offer—though he knows he’ll deeply regret it.\n\nMaybe not what you were looking for, but being unable to say no to biology is similar to forced sex in my mind."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Cuckold Scenarios
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"content": "I posted this as a rp scene in a subreddit but maybe you can write sth with this idea. If you want you can dm or chat me to get more ideas\n\nThis is what i posted:\n\n\"I (m18) had this idea for a roleplay where I get cuckolded by mom. You could rp either as the bull or as my mom if you are female. The basic idea is that in some way (we'll discuss how) I end up in a situation where I watch my mom getting fucked very roughly in front of me. She could be fucking my bully, my neighbour, teacher, a criminal or whoever we decide. Maybe I can end up having sex with her too or maybe I'm just forced to watch...\n\nDm or chat if you are interested, tell me your kinks and fantasies so we can work out the details for this roleplay. I can also give a description of my mom or we can discuss what she would look like\n\nKinks: Incest, cuckolding, rough sex, humilliation, raceplay, milfs, anal sex... And many others\n\nLimits: scat\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Something gay? Maybe some TF, extreme or otherwise!
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"content": "After experimenting with his bi roommate one night, a college freshman finds His belly slowly growing larger, as he begins to transform into a pregnant girl. (He may or may not also be addicted to sucking his roommates cock, both as a surprising extreme turn on and as what he doesn't realize is a pregnancy craving)\n\nAlternate idea\n\nA succubus takes gleeful pride in seeing just what sort of monster girls her roommates turn into once they're hooked on her milk and the intense orgasms she can drive them to."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She wished for the genie to make her so beautiful that everyone on the planet could agree that she was the hottest woman in history. Now, years later, staring out of her palace window at the hordes of simp-worshippers, she wonders if maybe she went too far.
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"content": "It was great at first. How could it not have been? The genie promised to make her the most beautiful woman in existence. The kind of beauty that Aphrodite herself would have been jealous of. And that's exactly what he did. Permanently youthful, perfectly smooth skin, curves in all the right places, a well-formed pussy, and an immunity from disease and pregnancy.\n\nThe first few weeks were basically just a pleasurable haze as she spent most of her time having sex. She'd already been horny, but her new body took it a to a new level. Fortunately, with her new looks, she had no trouble attracting sexual partners. Anyone who saw her immediately wanted to have sex with her. How could they not? She was the most beautiful being in the universe. The physical embodiment of sex. Any man near her would be rock hard, and any woman's pussy would be dripping. \n\nShe did have a bit of a problem with premature ejaculation. She was so sexy that some men would cum just from having a conversation with her, and many more wouldn't be able to make it more than a few strokes inside the greatest vagina in all of creation. Of course, with her beauty, their cocks were permanently erect, so they could still continue to pleasure her. Overall, those weeks were great. Non-stop amazing sex with dozens upon dozens of lovestruck people.\n\nThe more she went out though, the more people saw her. It didn't take long for word to spread about her. She very quickly was a world-famous celebrity. People were desperate to meet her. She was getting offered millions to appear on talk shows, or in movies, or as a spokesperson for a product. Billionaires offered her vast sums to come and have sex with them and their wives. She accepted a lot of these offers, of course. Not only for the money, but for the fame. Of course, just about every acting job she did involved quite a lot of sex scenes. The auditions to play her costars were very difficult, just from the sheer numbers of people auditioning.\n\nShe also found that she wielded a vast amount of political power. Her social media counts blew up quickly, and with the whole world on her side, she became an influencer the likes of which the Kardashians could only dream of. All she had to do was express support for a particular politician, and they were guaranteed to win the election. If she wanted a particular law to be passed or repealed, she only had to tell the politicians to do so, and they'd do it to impress her. At one point the courts proposed abolishing juries to simply be replaced by her judgement, but she graciously declined.\n\nAnd of course, it didn't take long for the statues. Most major towns and cities had them in short order. After all, there was no-one else more deserving of a statue than her, right? Certainly no human could match up to a goddess like her. In fact, many people decided she was a goddess. She modestly never claimed to be divine, but that didn't stop many cults treating her as such.\n\nShe did try to do good with her new beauty. Her political influence meant no more wars. She ended poverty, and helped direct humanity's efforts towards stopping climate change. Of course, that wasn't really why they did it. They did it because they wanted to obey her, of course. Saving the planet was just a nice bonus.\n\nThis was all many years ago. Decades ago. Of course, she still looks the same now, thanks to her eternal youth. But nowadays, she is starting to wonder if maybe this blessing was more of a curse.\n\nAs she lays in her enormous bed in her enormous bedroom in her enormous palace, she thinks about how empty that bed is. How there's no-one else in it with her. Of course, she regularly has people in it with her. Even after all these decades, her sex drive is still maxed out, her pussy requiring dozens of orgasms a day to be satisfied. But no husband. No-one to call her own. Everyone on Earth loves her, but at the same time, no-one loves her. Not really. Not romantically. They all just lust after her. There wasn't anyone on Earth who was immune. Even her family had wanted to fuck her, and she'd gone along with it because she was enjoying it so much. But it had its limits. When her father was dying, she'd gone to see him, and while she'd wanted to comfort him in his final hours, he'd just begged her to ride his cock one last time. The doctors said it was the excitement of seeing her which finished him off.\n\nShe can't even have kids. The genie has promised to make her infertile so she could have all the sex she wanted, but it meant she now couldn't have kids even if she wanted to. Not that it would matter, probably. They'd most likely become consumed by lust for her just like everyone else.\n\nShe gets out of bed, and looks out the window at the city below. A big statue of her among the skyscrapers, her palace being the tallest of them all. She's rarely seen in public any more, only occasionally emerging to stop the masses from rioting. Locked away in her palace, she can at least pretend to herself that she's normal. She likes going online and chatting with people. Being anonymous is the only way she can have a normal conversation with anyone. But she knows a relationship can never work out, because she knows how they'll react as soon as they find out who she is.\n\nShe pours herself a large glass of alcohol. She doesn't care what. But she figures it's the only way she's gonna get through another day. She can already feel herself getting horny, her perfect body demanding more satisfaction.\n\nShe has everything she ever wanted, and she hates it."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Prompt me on any hair fetish themed prompts you have. (EU allowed)
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"content": "Never once cutting her hair, she now holds the world record.\n\nThe trouble with such long hair though, is keeping it from getting snagged on random thing; even when in a **thick** braided, it still goes down her back and past her knees.\n\nHer hair's her pride and joy, and she'd do just about anything to keep it safe; to that end, she discovered just how **(or where)** to keep it safe.\n\n[Anal] [Deep] [Thick] [Longterm Insertion]"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: “Honestly, it’s not that weird,” Hannah reassured herself to you. Her blue eyes stayed locked on yours as she thought about it. “I just... I really want to know what it’s like to be bred. To be filled to capacity, and know that risk is there...”
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"content": "\"Honestly, it’s not that weird,\" Hannah reassured herself to you. \r \n\r \nHer blue eyes stayed locked on yours as she thought about it. \r \n\r \n\"I just... I really want to know what it’s like to be bred. To be filled to capacity, and know that risk is there...\"\r \n\r \nJohn studied the young woman he had been exchanging emails with over the last four months. She sat on the edge of the hotel bed fidgeting nervously while he sat in a chair facing her.\r \n\r \n\"And if you get pregnant,\" he asked.\r \n\r \nShe shrugged. \"I'll deal with it.\"\r \n\r \nAccording to her fertility app, the next three days were her most fertile.\r \n\r \nJohn stood and slowly began removing his clothes. He was tall and muscular with a lightly tanned body making him look much younger than his forty-seven years. Hannah sat on the bed watching. She was short and chubby making her seem younger than twenty-two. When he completely nude, Hannah stared wide eyed at his long, thick member as it stood out menacingly.\r \n\r \n\"Jesus,\" she gasped.\r \n\r \nHe reached out and pulled her to her feet. His fingers found the hem of her grey hoodie and lifted it up over her head. Beneath was a pale blue college t-shirt. His fingers unfastened her jeans to display the white panties beneath. She kicked off her shoes and wiggled free of her pants. Her pale, plump thighs begged to be caressed. Instead John helped her from her t-shirt and stepped back.\r \n\r \nHannah blushed under his admiring gaze. The white bra was filled generously by a pale bosom. Hannah sat back on the bed and crawled back to rest against the headboard. In only bra, panties, and short socks, he found her very sexy.\r \n\r \n\"You are very, very beautiful,\" he said.\r \n\r \n\"I'm fat,\" she complained.\r \n\r \nJohn crawled toward her. \"I would not change a single thing about your amazing body.\"\r \n\r \nHis fingers slid into the hem of her panties and slid them off. Between her thighs was smooth skin. Lightly he ran a finger along her nether lips causing her to quiver.\r \n\r \n\"I want you,\" he whispered.\r \n\r \nHannah spread her legs invitingly. \"Take me.\"\r \n\r \nJohn kissed her passionately, and her arms wrapped around his neck pulling him atop her. Soon her hand slid down his body between them and closed around his engorged shaft. She guided it to her womanhood and lifted her body to meet his.\r \n\r \n\"Oh god,\" she moaned into his ear. \"You're so big.\"\r \n\r \nHe remained fixed in place allowing her to take him in her at her own pace. She lifted and dropped her hips in a slow, steady rhythm; each time he penetrated her a little more.\r \n\r \n\"I can't take it all,\" she said.\r \n\r \nHer body gripped him tightly.\r \n\r \n\"Here,\" he said and rolled onto his back with her.\r \n\r \nHannah rose on her knees and stared down at him. Up and down she moved. His hands held her hips firmly to provide support. John took one of her hands and moved it between her thighs and used it to massage her clitoris. When his hands released hers, Hannah continued to rub herself in time to the motion of their thrusts.\r \n\r \n\"I'm going to cum,\" John groaned after a few minutes.\r \n\r \n\"I want you to cum in me,\" she pleaded.\r \n\r \nJohn thrust reflexively into Hannah and pulled her hips down allowing him to penetrate her deeply. He felt his seed rush into her eager body. Hannah cried out and fell forward clutching him as he thrust over and over. And then they lay there holding each other.\r \n\r \n\"Wow,\" she panted. \"Oh wow!\"\r \n\r \nThey lay in one another's arms for an hour talking about themselves. He knew only a little about her beyond her fascination with risky sex. Hannah had graduated a year earlier with a degree in computer science and quickly found a well-paying job with a large manufacturer. John was an executive at a company that turned out to be a customer of the company Hannah worked at.\r \n\r \nThe pair showered together and changed. The evening was spent at a romantic restaurant and then a brief shopping trip at a nearby outdoor mall.\r \n\r \nThey returned to the hotel where they made love again and fell asleep in each others' arms.\r \n\r \nJohn awoke the following morning to find Hannah gently climbing atop him.\r \n\r \n\"You're hard,\" she observed and blushed.\r \n\r \n\"It does that in the mornings,\" he laughed.\r \n\r \nHannah moved rapidly atop him seeming unconcerned about her own orgasm and more about making him cum. It worked. In moments he filled her for the third time.\r \n\r \nThey ordered room service and enjoyed breakfast in bed.\r \n\r \nFour times they had sex that day. Each time they experimented with new positions; Hannah enjoying doggy style the most. On the last morning she woke him early, and they had sex twice before checking out.\r \n\r \n\"That was an amazing time,\" John said in the parking lot. \"Maybe I can see you again?\"\r \n\r \nHannah rose on tip toes and kissed him. \"I thought we agreed it was a one time thing.\"\r \n\r \n\"You're a special person Hannah,\" John said. \"If you change your mind, email me. I think you're the kind of woman I would like to spend time with.\"\r \n\r \nHer cheeks reddened.\r \n\r \nAs she climbed in her car, John decided to be bold. \"Hannah!\"\r \n\r \nShe paused and looked at him. Their eyes met.\r \n\r \n\"I love you,\" he called.\r \n\r \nThis made her grow wide-eyed. For reply, Hannah climbed in her car and left him standing there watching her drive away."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You crashed on a remote island with your closest female friends. Things get awkward, when everybodies clothes get destroyed in the crash, and more awkward when you have to sleep together for warmth.
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"content": "...As Sara snuggled against me, I could feel it happening. I tried to think of baseball and sad puppies but it was no use. My cock started to twitch and grow. Sara shifted and her ass brushed against my dick. That was it. My cock sprung to full mast and poked her butt cheek.\n\n\"Oh for fucks sake\" Sara exclaimed\n\n\"What is it?\" Asked Darcy.\n\n\"Carl has a boner\" Sara replied\n\n\"Seriously? What the fuck, Carl. Every damn night.\" Betty chimed in.\n\n\"I won't be able to sleep with him poking me with that thing and humping me in his sleep. Its your turn, Darcy.\" Sara said flatly.\n\n\"Just beat off, Carl. You can play with my tits\" Darcy murmured groggily.\n\n\"You know that doesn't work, we tried that, he still gets a boner later.\" Sara stated.\n\n\"Ugh, fine. Hurry up, Carl.\" Darcy said as she raised her ass up and prepared to be mounted. \"And watch your aim when you pull out. Last time you sprayed all over the damn place\"."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A carpenter falls in love with their inanimate tools.
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"content": " “Hope you have a good weekend, Bruce.” \n\nThe burly, beaded man looks up from his sketch and smiles, a mouth of welcoming pearly whites. \n\n“You too, Bill. Tell Rebecca hello for me.”\n\nBill nods, and with a final wave, he’s gone. \n\nBruce sits silently for a few minutes, drinking in the silence. The woodshop is busy during the week. The sound of saws and lathes. The smell of sawdust and stain. From 6am Monday to 6pm Friday, the shop is a beautiful chorus of woodworking, full of bearded men and their callused hands. \n\nBut Friday evenings are Bruce’s time. As shop foreman, he’s the last to leave, and he can’t help but relish the beautiful glow of half-finished wooden projects strewn about on tables and workbenches around the room. The smell of pine still lingers from a table leg that was turned earlier this afternoon, and Bruce breathes deep, enjoying the powerful aphrodisiac. \n\nYes, Friday evenings are Bruce’s time. \n\nHe lays his carpenter's pencil on the desk and reaches up with both arms to stretch. A week of sitting on hard wooden stools leaves his aging body achy and sore, but his special time always makes it worth it. \n\nHe stands, moving across the shop to the small radio in the corner, half covered in sawdust. From the pocket of his flannel shirt, he magically produces a cassette tape, and slips it easily into the waiting slot. With a button push, Barry White’s dulcet tones roll through the silent shop. \n\n“Let’s get it on…”\n\n*Indeed, Barry* Bruce thinks to himself *Let’s get it on…*\n\nHis next stop is his workbench, making quick work of the hinged lock on his tool box. It was time for a very special date, with Mr. Black and Mr. Decker. \n\nSwaying to the music, his hard callused hand unbuttons his flannel, taking an extra moment to rub the nub of his hardened hairy nipple. At 60, Bruce was no one’s idea of a gogo dancer, but with the music, the light and the smell of the wood, his soul was a wood nymph, lithe and beautiful. \n\nHis belt buckle comes loose with the slip of leather, and his jeans fall to the floor, followed quickly by white, Kmart brand briefs, pooling at his ankles. \n\nIf a stranger were to enter, they’d find a white-bearded old man, stripped to his steel toed boots and probably call the police. But for Bruce on Friday’s night, he was the spirit of lust, the absolute belle of the ball.\n\nThe ball peen hammer touches his lips, cold and hard. His tongue tastes metal, slickening the steel so that when it moves lower to play down his chest, it’s delightfully cold. \n\nBarry white sings beautifully, seductively. And Bruce makes love to his body with the tools of his trade. The hard steel tip of his tape measure playing along his thigh. The rounded nub of phillips head screwdriver, appropriately slick with grease, rubbing the puckered ring of his bottom. \n\nDelightful. Sexy. Beautiful. \n\nThese tools have been Bruce’s livelihood, his partner in good times and bad. His happiest days have been spent with his saw and his hammer, and his darkest were tempered by the power of this drill. \n\nHow could he help but love them, and how could you help but give yourself to your greatest love? \n\nThese are Bruce’s thoughts as the screwdriver enters him. He growls in delight. His penis is rigid, as hard as a dowel that would be crucial in a good bit of joinery. \n\nOut and in. Hammer tracing cold steel circles along his belly, up to his chest and lips. Out and in. The rhythm of the saw, droning on. The hum of the lathe. The smooth fit of a biscuit coated in gooey glue. The dovetail slipping in just right. \n\nBruce crests, releases. His hole clenches on his screwdriver as he spasms, blasting a modest spray of spunk into the waiting sawdust on the floor. \n\nThe tape clicks off at the end of the reel, and Bruce is left alone and spent in the silent shop. With a hard exhale, the screwdriver slips free. After cleaning and lovingly stowing his tools, he picks up his discarded clothes from the floor, and puts them back on. \n\nAs he leaves the shop, he glances back at his workbench with a tear in his eye, heart full to overflowing. \n\n“I love you.” He whispers and walks out into the night."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: “Shhh!” she gasped as she quickly put her hand over your mouth. “If you’re too loud, we’re going to get caught.”
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"content": "\"Shhh!\" Kate gasped as she quickly put her hand over her husband's mouth. \"If you're too loud, we're going to get caught.\"\r \n\r \nThomas looked up over his wife's hand to watch her heavy breasts sway beneath the too tight cheerleading uniform. Her body rocked back and forth slowly atop him; his manhood nearly pulling free before plunging back into her. He was on his back on the plywood floor in her parents' attic with his pants around his ankles. Kate closed her eyes and smiled as she made love to him - obviously enjoying the novelty of the situation and the risk of being caught.\r \n\r \nIt had all started an hour earlier after the Thanksgiving meal was over.\r \n\r \n\"Dad,\" Kate said, \"you don't need to be carrying those decorations down from the attic. You'll hurt yourself.\"\r \n\r \nKate's father William looked indignant. \"I might be 68, but I'm not helpless.\"\r \n\r \nShe kissed him. \"I never said you were. Thomas and I will get them. You and mom play with the kids.\"\r \n\r \nThomas followed his wife upstairs; she pulled the rope to lower the attic stairs, and they climbed up.\r \n\r \n\"You look over there,\" Kate pointed to one section of the large attic. \"I'll check here.\"\r \n\r \nHe prowled through the boxes looking for anything that hinted at Christmas. Suddenly Kate cried out.\r \n\r \n\"Oh shit!\"\r \n\r \n\"What is it,\" he called and hurried over to her.\r \n\r \n\"It's my high school stuff! God! It's been thirty years.\"\r \n\r \nShe opened the box and began rifling through it. There were old yearbooks, medals and throphies from cheerleading, a few textbooks, more than a few unreturned library books, and several outfits. Kate's face lit up when she extracted her old blue and yellow cheerleading uniform.\r \n\r \n\"Wow!\" She held it up to her. \"I'm pretty sure this won't fit.\"\r \n\r \n\"I bet you were cute in it,\" Thomas teased.\r \n\r \n\"Cute? I was hot! I had guys lining up to date me.\"\r \n\r \nHe laughed. \"I'm pretty sure they had other things in mind.\"\r \n\r \nA mischievous light entered her eyes. \"Here.\" She pushed the uniform into his hands.\r \n\r \nKate pulled off her sweater and bra and wiggled free of her jeans. Thirty years and two kids had given her a curvy body that Thomas found very sexy. Kate stood there in only her panties.\r \n\r \nShe snatched the skirt and pulled it up. It was several sizes too small now, but the elastic waistband stretched enough that it fit over her hips. Her body filled the short skirt. The short sleeve top was another matter. Holding her arms up, Thomas pulled it over his wife's head and had to slowly work it over her body.\r \n\r \n\"How do I look,\" Kate asked and twirled.\r \n\r \n\"You look hot,\" Thomas laughed.\r \n\r \nHis wife pressed herself against him. \"Hot enough that you want in my panties?\"\r \n\r \nFor answer, his fingers found her panties and slipped them off. Kate unbuckled his pants and tugged them down; her fingers found his already erect member.\r \n\r \nShe put on an innocent, concerned look. \"I don't know about this. What if I get pregnant?\"\r \n\r \nHe kissed her passionately. Kate pushed him down and straddled his waist. His hands slid along her sensuous body. After twenty-five years of marriage, he still wanted her as much as that first time.\r \n\r \n\"If you get pregnant, I'll stay with you.\"\r \n\r \nShe smiled and continued in her innocent voice. \"Will you marry me?\"\r \n\r \n\"Definitely!\"\r \n\r \nBiting her lip, her hand guided his shaft against her opening. Gently, slowly Kate impaled herself on him.\r \n\r \nThomas groaned.\r \n\r \n\"Shhh!\" she gasped as she quickly put her hand over his mouth. \"If you're too loud, we're going to get caught.\"\r \n\r \nKate rode him in a slow rhythm while massaging herself. As her fingers added pleasure, they brushed against his sensitve cock. It was a struggle not to climax.\r \n\r \n\"Kate?\" came her mother's voice from the base of the steps. \"Did you find the decorations?\"\r \n\r \n\"Shit,\" Thomas cried and started to sit up.\r \n\r \nKate's hands shoved him back, and her grinding grew more intense, more urgent.\r \n\r \n\"Cum in me,\" she pleaded softly. Then she called in a strained voice \"Still looking mom.\"\r \n\r \n\"Do you need help,\" he mom called.\r \n\r \n\"No mom!\" Kate went faster. \"Cume in me,\" she whined.\r \n\r \nWith a thrust, Thomas released his seed into his wife. Again and again he thrust, and Kate shuddered in his hands.\r \n\r \nSo engrossed in their climaxes were Kate and Thomas that they failed to hear the creak of the attic steps.\r \n\r \n\"I think the tree is in the back by... Oh my!\"\r \n\r \nKate turned, and Thomas looked up. Kate's mother's head stuck up through the attic opening; her face was crimson as she saw her daughter sitting atop Thomas while wearing her old cheerleading uniform.\r \n\r \n\"Mom!\" Kate cried.\r \n\r \n\"Sorry!\" her mother yelped and hurried back downstairs.\r \n\r \nThomas burst out laughing. Despite being red faced, Kate smiled and laughed too.\r \n\r \n\"Maybe I'll bring this home with me,\" Kate said in reference to the uniform. \"And relive some old high school memories.\"\r \n\r \n\"Oh? Like what?\"\r \n\r \n\"Did I ever tell you about the backseat of Steve's car? After the big Riverdale game?\"\r \n\r \nThomas put on a jealous look. \"Who's Steve?\"\r \n\r \nShe kissed him. \"Maybe I'll just show you.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Experiments!
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"content": "**Disclaimer: I neither condone real rape nor war. TW: Rape, war**\n\n>!An unethical sociologist takes advantage of a war to try an evil \"social experiment\": forcing young, adult female prisoners to be free-use to villagers. While the aims of the experiment are to \"better understand social-conditioning (both of the prisoners, who are dehumanized, and the townspeople, who are encouraged to dehumanize the out-group)\", it's really just an excuse for the sociologist to own sex slaves, at least until it seems to work too well… !<"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When nudity becomes legalized across the world, twitch lifts it's ban on lewd content. You are a relatively popular streamer who has been waiting for this to happen.
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"content": "Jenny only had a couple dozen subs. Her huge tits were probably the only reason. She had a different account, but an accidental flash and a twitch ban left her more careful. She usually gamed braless in a camisole with a little elastic shelf - her DDs bouncing and bobbing as she leaned and reacted quickly to the near death moments or surprise kills. \n\nShe had never had a proper gaming chair - instead she liked to sit on a hard wooden kitchen chair. The straight back and flat seat made her keep proper posture. In the comfy reclining desk and gaming chairs she would invariably slouch and lean in ways that left her neck and back sore after hours of gaming on a stream.\n\nIt was about a month into using the kitchen chair that she realized a surprise bonus of her hard furniture - her suction dildo was great at sticking to the flat wood of the chair's seat.\n\nAt first she tried it with a short stream, sliding the 6\" of plastic into her before going live. She barely moved a muscle and held herself stiff and straight the entire half hour. Her nipples were often hard on her stream - she loved to tweak and pinch them before starting so they would stand at attention - pressing obvious dimples into the fabric on her camisoles. \n\nShe knew her breasts were the star of the stream and she wasn't afraid to capitalize on that. The first time as she held herself stiff her nipples had been hard as rocks the entire stream. Although she hadn't moved an inch, her pussy had been pumping lubricating pussy juice all over the fake dick inside her. \n\nThe second the stream ended she let out a long moan she had been holding in and immediately began slamming herself up and down on the chair. Her breasts swinging and mouth hanging open she had fucked herself raw on the suction dildo attached to the chair.\n\nAfter bringing herself to a crushing orgasm she stood up shakily - there was a huge puddle of her creamy cum all over the seat. Luckily, another benefit of the hard wood was that it was very easy to clean. \n\nImagining all the guys watching her game with a dildo inside her made her so horny, despite her earlier orgasm she needed to take herself to bed with her favorite toy and tease herself to orgasm after orgasm, fantasizing about her nasty exhibitionism.\n\nThe next time she tried it she let herself move a little. She had to bit her lip to keep from moaning, and her gameplay was terrible. She was dying left and right - a terrible team member, unable to focus on the missions at hand. Every time she died or was surprised by an enemy she would let herself gasp and squeal. It was around the two hour point when her slight rocking finally built to a massive orgasm. She had been edging herself for too long - trying to distract herself from her wet horny needs with video games. \n\nShe started shaking and immediately apologized to her fans, her network was failing and she needed to disconnect. The second she wasn't live she moaned loudly and fingered her hungry clit as her pussy squelched itself noisily against her seat. She came hard, shuddering and clenching every muscle in her body.\n\nIt was the next day she got the official email announcement from twitch. What?! She could just convert her stream to one of the new \"Mature\" settings and be allowed to show nudity? Sex would be allowed?! She didn't even hesitate to convert her account. She lost a few subscribers instantly, but at this point she didn't care.\n\nBefore the next stream, she stripped down and started her stream wearing only a smile and her headset. She greeted her subs and stepped aside to show her setup on the kitchen chair. As she entered the game lobby she slid herself down the thick dildo, settling into her seat while she was matched with a game. \n\nThis time she wasn't distracted. She killed enemies and took territory as she moaned and slapped her ass wetly against the chair. She was on point. By the end of the match she had taken the top spot and as the experience and points were being scrolled across the stream she took the time to take her hands off her mouse and keyboard and finger her clit and pinch her nipples.\n\nShe glanced over at the twitch counter - she had more than doubled her subscriber count during the stream. She licked her lips and thanked her subscribers as she began shaking with her first orgasm. Just one of many the thought as the heat exploded inside her while she furiously fucked herself."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The only way to extract magical power from another being is for them to sit on your face, or so this dragon girl keeps insisting...
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"content": "**Are You Sure This Is How They Do It?**\n--------------------------------------------------------------------\n\n\"So, uh, Dragon of Light, the, um, Demon Lord has risen again and apparently I'm the chosen hero or whatever so can I humbly request some of your magic power to defeat this blight upon our land?\" \n\nKei was hesitant as he ventured towards the massive, glowing being towering over him. As per the ritual, his champion sword lay in the rock activating the portal to the massive dungeon and he followed the directions carefully, asking the dragon for its power as meekly as he could.\n\n*You are the new chosen hero? Well, I admit the sword has chosen more pathetic specimens in the past. Let me change into something less intimidating,* the dragon's thoughts echoed in Kei's mind as he froze in surprise to the brilliant flash which burst throughout the room. \n\nAs his eyes recovered from the light, he saw a glowing figure, a golden tail coming from it along with an angelic crown and shimmering golden bat-wings. \n\n*Pity from your mind, I can tell you've never been briefed on how many transfer works,* the golden figure's feminine voice echoed in his head.\n\n\"W-well, I was, um, hoping you'd…guide me?\"\n\nThe dragon-girl snickered, before commanding the shy hero.\n\n*Then strip.*\n\n\"W-what?\"\n\n*Strip. All of your armor and garments. You are before a holy being. You can't possibly think to dishonor my presence with the armaments of man?*\n\n\"O-okay,\" Kei said as he began tossing his armor aside, dropping his trousers and stepping towards the shimmering, nude figure in front of him.\n\n*Now, I can tell you have no idea what I'm about to do to you, seeing as you have never been with a maiden, but you must come towards me and lie down.*\n\n\"U-um, okay,\" Kei nervously laid down, hoping the holy dragon didn't notice his raging hardness. \n\n*Good. Now, I need to sit on your face and you need to lick.*\n\n\"Come again?\"\n\n*You need to lick my holy draconic energy,* the dragon firmly said as she knelt over him, her heavy tail atop his torso, a slick wetness over his mouth. \n\n\"A-are you sure this is how they do it?\"\n\n*I've done this far longer than you have, mortal. Let's just get it over with,* the dragon pouted.\n\nNervously, Kei gulped as he began licking the wetness, enjoying the taste he had never experienced before. It surprised him how naturally it came to him, his arms grasping her thighs as the tail brushed his cock. \n\nThere was a distinct tanginess as each movement of his tongue pushed through the shimmering folds. The dragon tried to maintain a facade of boredom but Kei could feel the slight squeezes of her thighs on his face. The dragon's claws soon held onto his hair as her tail thrashed wildly, slightly gripping his cock and stroking with fury. \n\nAfter what felt like an eternity, he heard moans reverberating through his mind as squirt after squirt of golden light splattered him. In an explosion of light, the dragon of light moaned one last time as the hero splattered himself all over her tail. \n\n*Mmmmmmm, not bad. Well, aside from defiling my tail scales with your seed, but that can be made-up-for if you clean it off and grant me a generous offering next time. Anything else you need before I go back to my rest?*\n\nKei shook his head as he got up, feeling stronger than before. \n\n\"T-thank you, great light dragon. Your offering will come through in the next cycle,\" Kei said as he licked up his saltiness from the shimmering scales. \n\n*Whatever. I bid you well in your quest,* the dragon said as the hero finished lapping up the last of the message and hastily got dressed, leaving.\n\nShe sighed, wondering when the new hero would come around to make love to her instead of just borrowing her power. Whatever. He would sooner or later.\n\nThey all did, anyway.\n\n**The End**"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] looking for some dirty joke-ish/ 'eechi' prompts. Things that are too dirty for r/writingprompts but not quite sexual enough to post on here normally. I'll do one or two over the next few days.
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"content": "In your world, superpowers are known, regulated, and respected...except if they have a sexual component, or a fairly loose interpretation of one. As a fairly mid-tier hero whose license was revoked due to a newly emerged power, you've been forced to not only become a masked vigilante under a new identity but working with others in the same situation - and to make matters worse, your appeal to the Regulatory Board is going poorly. It's not like you asked for your bodily secretions to gain the power to animate objects, and it's not ike you knew the excretion in question would affect personality; all you did was take a whiz on a tree. No one warned you it would become metaphorically pissed, and go on a rampage!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] New Writer! Break me.
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"content": "Her cowgirl stepsister's milk pump wore out, and a new one won't arrive for days! As long as their parents don't find out, there has to be some way they could help each other...\n\nBonus points for true futanari (penis and vagina, no external testicles) but you could also go with a step brother helping out his cowgirl sister, if you like. A \"mutual milking\" agreement could be just the thing, after all. Further bonus points if cowgirl milk causes breast growth when ingested by girls. Ultimate bonus points for impregnation and/or getting hooked on each other."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The formula was supposed to help her stay thin by converting excess calories into milk. The problem was, her appetite was growing more than enough to meet the new demand, and as her breasts grew bigger and her body got curvier, her libido was starting to spike as well...
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"content": "Jessica took a bite of a cookie while she lazily rubbed her clit, releasing a soft satisfied murmur. The pleasure came from the cookie? From her fingers slowly rolling against her nub? Most probably both.\n\n*I shouldn't eat this much. And I should buy some new panties.* The young woman lamented as she took another bite from her snack and kept her fingers inside her underwear. She wouldn't be this horny if her ass hadn't transformed it in a thong and hadn't made it rub against her pussy all day.\n\nAs if it read her thoughts, her bra creaked, alerting the young woman that her undies weren't the only garment dealing with much more than it was supposed to handle. Removing the plate resting on the shelf of her cleavage, Jessica observed as her flesh spilled out of the cups.\n\n\"I still need to milk you girls, don't I?\"\n\nWhen she first took the diet pills, Jessica accepted she would gain a couple cup sizes. A small price to pay for converting all excess calories into milk. Her chest had to adapt to it if she wanted to stay thin.\n\nAlthough the pills kept their promise — her waist slimmed down, and she lost some of the fat from many places — her breasts and butt seemed to have plans of their own. Along with her hunger, her tits and ass exploded in scale, turning the young woman into a caricature of an hourglass.\n\nAs Jessica rose, she glanced at the sea of discarded wrappers, packaging and bundles of the many snacks she consumed.\n\n\"These pills are going to be the end of me.\" She said as she stared at the bottle containing the little blue reasons she became so hungry, so milky, so massive, and now, so horny.\n\nAfter a silent promise that she would clean everything after she milked herself, Jessica made her way to the kitchen. As she was about to place the plate of cookies on the counter, she came up with an idea. One cookie remained on her plate. Her breasts needed to be emptied. Why not release some of the pressure while getting her something to dip her cookie on?\n\nGrabbing a cup and positioning it under a nipple, it didn't take long for her tit to start spraying its milk. It was a shame Jessica needed both her hands to milk herself. Else one would be pumping its fingers in and out of her.\n\n*Wait till you get the girls in the pump, Jessica. Then you'll have the best 'me' time one can dream.*\n\nWhen the cup was half-filled, she stopped. Panting and a little bit dazed from the pleasure, Jessica stared once again at the bottle of pills. She took it. Got a pill. Popped it into her mouth. Then came the milk-dipped cookie to help her swallow it.\n\n*I should stop taking these pills. They really are going to be the end of me.*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "Is this what you wanted? To humiliate me with your sick, perverted, depraved imagination? Untie me this instant!"
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"content": "“No, this isn’t what I wanted. I wanted us to go on a nice walk in the park or maybe see a movie, but no, you insisted on being bratty and abrasive. I tried to be nice but you kept snapping at me, so we made a deal, and you lost.” I stopped my speech to run my fingers on your boobs. “You should be grateful. So far all I have done is chain you here. I still haven’t gotten any vibraters or clamps yet. How long do you think you’ll last before you cum while tied up? I bet 10 minutes on a high setting. Maybe I’ll just leave it on a low setting so you can reach the edge of orgasm, but never cum. You’ll be a whimpering mess either way. Shall we begin?” I ask with an evil grin."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] stories of the succubi
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"content": "Tired of the constant schemes and machinations of the infernal realm a succubus decides to spend a quiet century or two on earth.\n\nShe plans to open a small curiosity shop in a sleepy little village to sell some of the miscellaneous occult items and obscura she's accumulated over her immortal life.\n\nHiring an assistant to help her with the day to day running of her store. She can sense the untapped magical potential of her new assistant and decides to train him without revealing her demonic nature."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Futa prompts or ideas
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"content": "A busty and petite futanari gamer girl lets her friends, guy or girl, enjoy her cock or her pussy whenever they like, so long as they're willing to swallow one of her belly stretching loads whenever she needs some relief. She's even getting over how weird it is that boys have testicles on the outside, and she's willing to try giving out blowjobs herself. She's kind of becoming the sexual hub of her friend group!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The monster girls themselves are creeped out by her longing to be used by them, but if she's eager...
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"content": "Michelle felt the cool, rough bark against her shoulder before she even realised that she'd finally been spotted, a shakey sigh slipping from between her lips as she adjusted to the pain. She felt her her head get pulled sideways, exposing her naked, goosebump-laden neck. She shivered, even as she felt the warm breath run across.\r \n\r \n\"Hmm.... someone's brave to wak the woods so very late at night... Foolish too...\"\r \n\r \nThe soft sound of shifting across undergrowth grabbed both attentions as Michelle felt herself pushed against the bark harder, warming up her shoulder and her side as she struggled, not to escape, but to see who was coming.\r \n\r \n\"Back off legless, this one's mine!\"\r \n\r \nThe lamia chuckled, finally finding the light of the moon as she slithered around the tree to get a closer look at predator and prey. \"I don't mean to intrude but... you're the one that's crossed the threshold into our part of the forest.\"\r \n\r \nThe light reflecting of gritted teeth revealed the vampiric predator as she snarled back. \"I've been stalking this one for a mile now. She was in my territory when I started the hunt, that makes her mine!\"\r \n\r \nThe lamia chuckled, stealing a glance into the human's eyes, beginning to lean in when she stopped, blinking in shock, and looking back at the competing vampire. \"You uh... might want to let her go.\"\r \n\r \n\"And why the hell would I do that?!?\" She pushed the human into the tree even harder, forcing a hiss to escape from the human.\r \n\r \n\"Because, for some reason your prey isn't scared of you. Nor me.\"\r \n\r \nThe vampire let go at once, taking a few steps back and looking the human up and down as she leant against the tree, taking a few breaths as she rubbed at her shoulder.\r \n\r \n\"You really are a stupid girl, aren't you! What are you doing here anyways?\"\r \n\r \nThe human giggled, letting herself slump down, resting against the tree. \"I'd heard stories that monsters wandered these parts. I can't believe I found two at once! I'm not here to hurt you, quite the opposite... I'm yours to use. Share even, if you two can get along!\"\r \n\r \nThe lamia and the vampire glanced at each other, the reptilian choosing to speak first. \"How... unsettlingly curious. You're aware we could kill you? Or worse?!?\"\r \n\r \nMichelle grinned up at her two predators. \"Oh yes! That would be fine. But I figure you two would much prefer a nice feed and a fuck, eh?\"\r \n\r \nIt was the vampire's turn to respond, taking a step forward to examine the human, scowl across her face. \"Look, bloodbag, I appreciate the chance to feed but this is another level. Why should we give you what you want?\"\r \n\r \nA hand between her legs, a simple running of the hand over a wet patch she hadn't realised was forming in her underwear softened her resistance. \"Because you'll get more out of this than I ever could. Now, I'm sure your friend would love to look in my eyes and tell me exactly how she wants me to submit, eh?\"\r \n\r \nThe snake darted forwards at once, gazing into the human's eyes as she used her tail to tip her new thirsty friend's head into their victim's neck. \"Now then little one... don't stop rubbing... I think you'll find us both starving for what you can give...\"\r \n\r \nIt wouldn't take long for the soft moans of the human to rile up the vampire further, as one bite turned to two... to three.. to even a fourth as her body started to shake, only held up by the snake's tail, making sure that as the human brought her to satisfaction in hunger and in lust, she wouldn't collapse against their newfound thrall. \r \n\r \nShe would be gently laid aside as the lamia drew closer still, her tail taking over for the human's hand as it shifted to rub at the snake's underside, causing new quivers in the otherwise coiled up predator. \r \n\r \n\"Ah... don't stop little one... it's time for my hunger to be abated...\"\r \n\r \nThe whimpered cries of the lamia around the human's neck was the last thing she would remember before the snake shuddered, and collapsed on top of her, rendering her world black. \r \n\r \nShe would awaken a short time later, alone in the woods once more, only comforted by the light of the moon basking down at her. And as she rose to a sitting position, head spinning, a note tied to her wrist would draw her attention. Reading it over, she giggled, before lying back and returning to her slumber, attempting to regain as much strength as she could.\r \n\r \nYes my new Mistresses...\r \n\r \n*Be back next week I shall...*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: What do you think you're doing peeking through the door to watch me shower!? You should know the correct way to perv on someone is to barge in, leer at them, and start masturbating.
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"content": "Chris stepped away from the open shower door, deciding she was in fact, just as naked as he suspected and decided to sit on the couch in Alice’s apartment. She was one of the few with a window. Fewer still one who chose not to cover her window in paper or foil, anything to block out…\r \nChris watched the burning Earth rotate below…\r \nThat.\r \nIt was an odd sight, every square foot aside from narrow pathways was occupied by potted plants while the original source of life and green was nothing but a roaring ball of red.\r \nAlice stepped out of the shower in a towel, rubbing her long black hair dry with another.\r \n“Stare long enough into the abyss and it will stare back.” she teased, pulling his attention.\r \nChris pried his eyes away from one stunning sight to the other, she tiptoed around the plants toward the bar, pouring coffee into a glass mug.\r \n“Come on, spit it out, I doubt you’re just here for the view.”\r \n“W-we picked up the research station, they matched orbit and we are cleaning them up now, they are weird like the others, give them a few hours to cry and thank their rescuers or you wont get much out of them. O2 is solid, 3 passengers to suicide but we preserved their genetic’s, no irreplaceable skills.”\r \nChris closed his eyes, racking his brain for the other half of his report, trying to pull the vision of Alice from his mind.\r \n“Does this help?”\r \nChris opened his eyes… she had removed the towel.\r \n“N-not really ma’am.”\r \n“I think we should get this out of the way.”\r \n“I'm sorry, um… vitamin C has recovered with the influx of strawberries.”\r \n“Not the report… you can’t focus and frankly the complementary nature of your gaze is starting to distract me.”\r \n“Ma’am?”\r \n“Clothes off.”\r \n“Is that an order?”\r \n“If you want it to be.” said Alice, she paused then made the familiar motion of taking off a cap.\r \n“Alice.” I said to confirm I understood the gesture.\r \n“Chris.”\r \nChris paused, who wouldn’t? Alice was everything a man could want and she knew it, her long slender legs, those perfect breasts… men would hurl themselves out the airlock for a taste. Alice smiled, catching Chris’ wandering gaze.\r \n“Pants off.” she said, it wasn’t an order with the ‘cap off’ but the commanding tone was there.\r \n\\-\r \nHe lay on the bed, her blackstreaks running down over her shoulders as she straddled his lap, silhouetted by the blazing second sun. Her hips rocked back and forth with a hand pressed to his chest, the room smelt of fresh soil as her wet skin glided over his, her stern expression melting away as the sensation took her. \r \nHis hand drew hers from his chest, pulling her down toward his lips as his fingers snaked into her hair.\r \nTheir bodies rolled, the burning earth leaving his vision as he pressed her to the sheets, her legs wrapping around his waist and drawing him close with hunger. There wasn’t a crew or chain of command, just the rhythmic motion of their bodies together, her legs constricting tighter as the worries left her face.\r \nThe moment was all that mattered.\r \nChris felt her nails rake down his back as her cheeks flushed in a gasp, he wasn’t far behind.\r \nThey lay in a tangle of limbs, red glow glistening off water and sweat alike. Alice took in a deep breath, filling to overflow before letting out a sigh.\r \n“Distribute the strawberries to essential workers with symptoms first, we can handle a little scurvy...”\r \nAnd the moment passed.\r \n“...I’ll greet the new research staff, deliver the second half of your report afterwards.” continued Alice before climbing off the bed.\r \nShe gave Chris one last long smile before motioning the cap back onto her head, the vulnerability leaving her face as she turned to her worn cruiseliner captain's uniform."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Transgender Transformation Cosplay
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"content": "I wrote the following story for a 1000 word challenge where I came in tied for 2nd on Wrist.xxx. It's not cosplay, but has a lot of the same theme, so I thought I'd share it. Hope you enjoy:\n\n当心碧霞元君结婚戒指的繁荣 or “Beware the Prosperity of the Wedding Ring of Her Majesty of the Blue Dawn”\n\nTags: Masturbation, Twin Brothers, Sex-change, Incest, Pregnancy, Transexual\n\n\nI was awoken by a warm sensation that had become all too familiar. Not that I was complaining, it felt great, just a little predictable. I let it continue without opening my eyes, enjoying the blissful sensations of the hot mouth and tongue engulfing my morning wood. Then it left my full and throbbing erection, not because the fun was over, but because it was only just beginning.\n\n\"Again?\" I sighed, faking being woken up by the heavy woman straddling my waist.\n\n\"You don't get to complain,\" Jesse’s growled in retort before sliding me inside of her juicy cunt, taking me to the hilt and pressing her full weight on my hips. Fuck! Even after all these months, her vagina still had such wonderful tightness. Though I missed when she was still as light as a twig when I would bounce her around like a rag-doll. She’d loved it, but now, responsibly, I just let her have her way with me.\n\nShe was right of course, this was all my fault. I don't know what made me walk into that junky little antique shop, much less try on that strange jade ring while the Chinese shopkeeper yelled something incomprehensible at me. Instantly I thought I'd been poisoned, my world spun and my clothes twisted. Seconds later I saw in the reflection of the display case; I had changed into a girl!\n\nI pulled at the ring, desperate to get it off, but it wouldn't budge. Freaking out with this impossibility and the choppy shrieks of the little ancient Asian man, I ran for home. Glad my twin brother and parents were still out, I hid in the bathroom, stripped out of my ill-fitting clothes, then fully examined myself. Amazed at the softness of my new breasts, disgusted by my missing cock, yet also fascinated by my new sexy orifice. The next thing I knew, I was three fingers deep in my pussy, and cumming my brains out!\n\nIt was nothing like jerking off, my whole body was on fire. Three epic climaxes later I was finally satisfied, and the ring almost slipped right off, my body amazingly transforming back. My gaping cunt pushed out my dick and my breasts deflated back into my chest before my eyes. I kept the ring a secret and was soon using it to masturbate as a girl all the time. That is until my twin brother Jesse caught me when he came home early from rained-out soccer practice.\n\nHe was just as shocked as I had been the first time, witnessing me transform back to my normal male self, and rightfully hesitant to try the ring himself. Still, a few minutes of convincing was all it took before he too tried it on. Even better, he'd scored the body of a total hottie! Her tits were so full and perky that I just had to see how they felt. While I groped her, Jesse started moaning so erotically, similarly exploring her new groin.\n\nOnce we started touching, everything moved so fast. Both of us were completely overtaken by our raging hormones, and without either of us considering the consequences, I was atop of her splayed thighs, shoving my cock into her wanton and gushing cunt while she danced her hand on her clit. This was the first experience with actual sex either of us had had, so neither of us lasted long. Only minutes later I irresponsibly let loose the biggest load of jizz I'd ever shot, every drop of it going straight into her virgin womb.\n\nJesse loved every minute of it, and after we were both spent he thanked me for the strange magical experience. That was the last time she ever thanked me for this though because unlike with me, the ring refused to come off. We both freaked out and soon in desperation, I took Jesse to the store. There the old man screeched, trying to get his ring back, also pawed and pinched both of us, continuing incomparably. We never breached the language barrier, but he did pantomime a fat round belly, and cackled maniacally, making us both cringe as we fled.\n\nAll that happened eight months ago, and knowing no one would believe Jesse was now a girl due to a ‘magic ring’ she couldn’t take off, we had to lie to our parents. Female Jesse was introduced as my girlfriend, and luckily my parents were so overwhelmed and distraught by my twin brother running away that they never really questioned why she moved right in. I don’t know if it was the hormones or the magic, but Jesse quickly started acting much more like a real girl. We pushed our two beds together and began fucking every night, and often again some mornings, as we were today.\n\nMy twin lover ground her ass deeply into my pelvic bone with her third or fourth orgasm from riding me. With her massively expanded pregnant belly there were only a few positions that worked. She loved me railing her hard from behind, but when I was too tired to continue and she could get my member up she’d get in a reverse cowgirl and just grind herself to exhaustion as she had now. She finally collapsed forward, and of course, now I was nice and hard, so I extracted my legs out from under her, got behind her plump and sweaty rear end, and easily resheathed my prick in her gaping cunt.\n\nJesse moaned as I fucked her fast and hard. She’d already had her pleasure, so I didn’t let up slamming her ass until I finished with a nice thick creampie. At least it wasn’t like she could get any more pregnant. Exhausted and blissful, I rolled off and laid back down next to my lover in the predawn light.\n\n“James,” Jesse whispered to me, “I love you.”\n\n“I love you too, Jesse,” I smiled, snuggling her fat sweaty body up against mine and drifting blissfully back to sleep."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Kinky prompts and ideas needed!
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"content": "(Incest) \n\n\nShe'd always loved her little brother, and never stopped treating him like he needed her protection and care, even letting (close enough to making) him live with her so she could keep her eye on him. So when he finally started to bring a girl home, she decided it was her duty as his sister to educate her shy, naive brother on the matter of pleasing a woman. Oh, and his girlfriend was welcome to watch, if she was into that\\~"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The rules were simple, any girl who got nailed by one of the whipped cream traps hidden in the lodge was free use for the rest of the trip, whether she liked it or not. Considering that every girl there had a free use or consensual non-consent kink, she'd probably like it just fine...
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"content": "[WP] The rules were simple, any girl who got nailed by one of the whipped cream traps hidden in the lodge was free use for the rest of the trip, whether she liked it or not. Considering that every girl there had a free use or consensual non-consent kink, she'd probably like it just fine…\n\nUnfortunately I was told this AFTER I got here, to make it worse I AGREED to it and saw it as a challenge.\n\nIt's been 10 minutes since I got here, I avoided two pie launchers, one of them malfunctioned, I almost had a pie dropped on my head.\n\nHowever it was my current predicament that took the cake.\n\nI was hanging from a ledge, seven feet down was a vat of whipped cream, \"who even has time to build this?\" I complained as I pulled myself up. My foot landed on a pressure plate and a device locked around my ankle. \"Oh shit!\" I leaned back as a pie sailed right over me, falling off balance and putting so much stress on my ankle it felt like it was about to snap.\n\nI stood and knelt down, driving my survival knife into the device around my ankle and attempting to pry it open, it was unmoving.\n\n\"Quite the situation you're in.\" Steve said behind me, \"I was told to watch out for whipped cream, you said nothing about this!\" I growled, trying harder, the lock began to give. \"Well it matters not, I’ve got you now.\" \"COME ON!\" I screamed as the blade started to bend, the lock snapped and the device opened.\n\nI took one step and fell on my face, my ankle hurt, \"fuck!\" I yelled, \"you doing alright?\" Steve asked. \"Rolled my ankle in your stupid trap!\" I got up, when I was on my face I noticed a series of tripwires, going forward was a bad idea, going off the trail was worse. I turned to face Steve, his tall frame was bad news since I couldn't outrun him, especially not on a rolled ankle.\n\nIn each hand was a pie tray filled with whipped cream. \"Hold still, I only have two shots.\" I turned and dashed, only to find the first Tripwire didn't come loose.\n\nI stumbled, landing hard on my bad ankle, triggering an actual trap. I felt a pie tray nail me right in the face. I pushed it off, \"I hate you so much.\" I said. \"You tripped it, this is your doing, now we're going back to the cabin.\" \"Yes sir.\" I sighed.\n\nWait, I called him sir?\n\nI was left alone in my thoughts as he took me to the main cabin. Once there he told me to wash the whipped cream off, which I did without thinking. I stepped out of the bathroom to see him holding a marker, \"hold still, relax, it's not permanent.\" He wrote something on my forehead, \"there, your now officially free use.\" \"Is… is that?\" I stuttered as my cheeks burnt red with shame.\n\n\"Yes, that's what's written on your forehead now come with me!\" His voice was commanding, I followed obediently behind him. He walked up to a bookcase and pulled a book like a lever, the bookcase retracted into the wall and slid aside.\n\n\"We figured out this was here six months ago.\" I followed him downstairs. We exited into a large dark room, he flipped the lights on and it was bondage equipment as far as the eye could see.\n\nRealizing my mistake, I turned to run-\n\"FREEZE!\" he commanded, I stopped dead, \"I-\" \"SILENCE\" I was unable to bring myself to speak.\n\n\"You look confused, would you like to know what has happened to you?\" He turned me around to face him, \"your submissive side has come out, the tough girl thing you do is just an act to hide your true self, you want this.\" I shook my head. \"You don't? Then why did you stop? Why are you still here? I'm not holding you, if you truly wanted to run you could have.\" My blush got redder.\n\n\"So now you're mine!\" He said, his fingers trailing along my cheek, I twitched at his touch, but I still couldn't bring myself to run. He walked me over to an X-frame and ordered me to strip, and I did as he asked, blushing deeper and deeper as my body moved on its own. He grabbed my wrist and went to lock it in, for a moment I realised this was a very terrible idea that could backfire very easily, but I shoved that thought aside as he locked my limbs in place.\n\n\"Comfy?\" He asked, I pulled experimentally at the restraints, they were completely unyielding, \"as comfy as one can be, sir.\" I said, my voice shaking. His hand trailed up my thigh, \"don't worry, you'll love being at my mercy.\" He whispered, I felt shivers of anticipation flow through me.\n\nHis hands trailed over my body, and I was blushing deeper as time ticked on, his touch creating a desire for more. He pulled away, I took a deep breath, “you like being touched don't you?” he asked, I nodded without even thinking. He walked behind the X-frame and I heard something mechanical uncouple, and then it started moving, he wheeled it into a sectioned off room and shut the door before locking it in place. “This place is soundproofed, so don't worry about the others hearing anything when they get back.” “May I ask a question sir?” “go ahead.” “How did you find me? All the guys were facing the highway when we scattered.” I felt him remove my hair clip.\n\nHe walked around in front of the X-frame, “it's simple, this hair clip I got you has a GPS tracker, I knew today was coming, and I knew the other guys would likely be more… rough with you. So I decided to rectify that, remove the element of chance. At least as much as I could.” I wanted to speak up about being stalked, but I couldn't bring myself to mention it.\n\n“Don't worry, I only tracked you once we got here, I’m not a creep.” I had some choice words about that but I held my tongue.\n\nI was lost in my own thoughts for a second when I felt something vibrating against my crotch, I threw my head back and moaned, blushing deep red. “So wet so fast, you must have been anticipating this,” he said. I was breathing faster. And just as quickly as it started, it stopped. I looked him in the eyes. “More, sir.” I gasped, he smiled. “You want more?” I nodded, still catching my breath. I felt the vibrator press back against me and I inhaled sharply, “ooh yeeeessss.” I was expecting it this time, I shut my eyes and basked in-\n\nHe pulled it away. I whined.\n\n“Wow, you really do want this.” he chuckled. I tried to regain my composure. He walked behind the X-frame, I caught myself from crying out in disappointment. “You're still resisting to an extent, I can see it, when you stop yourself you visibly tense up.” he said, I heard his footsteps get closer. A sleep mask was lowered onto my face, “now, lets see.” he said, if I had to guess he was looking at something.\n\nI was now aware that the cuffs holding me in place were padded and soft, the X-frame itself was also padded.\n\nI felt his hand on my inner thigh and I jolted. His hand trailed up to my wetness and I threw my head back, “new experiences are always very exciting, wouldn't you say?” he asked as he pushed his fingers in. All I could do was moan. “Answer me!” he commanded. “Y-yes, sir!” I moaned out, blushing deeper, cheeks burning with shame as he brought me closer and closer.\n\nSoon I was right on the edge, he slowed to a crawl, my breathing picked up, faster and faster. “Would you like to-” “YES, FUCK YES, SIR!” I screamed, the sensation was driving me mental.\n\nI felt the vibrator press up against my crotch and I screamed so hard it hurt my throat.\n\nPart 2 below."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: An alternative to sleazy strip-clubs! Jen & Lisa open a nice, woman-friendly, couple-friendly, lesbian-friendly, body-positive "neighborhood coffeehouse"-style community strip club celebrating women who strip! 2nd floor, BIG windows, natural light, nude "alternative" baristas, lots of amateurs!
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"content": "Simon eased back on the brake, timing it just right for the engine to rest an inch from the buffer stop. Simon’s hands moved without thought, disengaging the engine, locking down the breaks, signalling the yard and removing his ID.\r \n“You’re a beautiful girl, didn’t give me more than I could handle. I’ll make sure those weasel mechanics do a good job. If you’re not happy and purring with the work, we aint leaving.” said Simon, his hand stroking the worn dash as the engine cracked and popped with the contracting metal.\r \nSimon stepped down from the engine car and eyed the mechanic and his fancy tablet.\r \n“Take good care of her… don’t fuck up my train or ill hurt something you care about!”\r \nThe mechanic responded with something, it was probably smart but Simon didn’t care. He pulled out his phone as he walked down the tracks. The plastic chipped and bleached of its original color. As he searched the battery ticked down a percent each second.\r \nSimon had to focus and zoom in the screen several times to make out the address for the nearest stripclub.\r \n\\-\r \nSimon eyed the brickwork and sign.\r \n“Jen and Lisa’s coffee house… all are welcome…”\r \nSimon eyed his phone. “Jen and Lisa.” he looked back up to confirm.\r \n“What the fuck… maybe they are a discreet type place.” said Simon as he eyed the stairs.\r \n“All are welcome except their primary clientele, men with bad knees.” he said as he worked his way up one step at a time. The room grew lighter as he rose into a bright sun filled room. It smelt of coffee, the air crisp and cool with air conditioning.\r \nSimon caught his breath and eyed the bar, walking over, the girls were topless so he wasn't in the wrong place.\r \nThey must have been saving the good girls for the night, that was understandable. He took a look around at the breasts on offer but didn’t find any to his liking.\r \n“Good afternoon, coffee?”\r \n“Beer.” said Simon.\r \n“We don’t sell beer here.” said… Simon eyed the employee badge. Lisa.\r \nSimon took his time pulling out his pockets contents, he arranged his lighter and cigarettes on the bar then returned the glasses and train ID to his pocket. He opened his wallet and took out his driver's license, laying it on the bar.\r \n“See that?” said Simon.\r \n“It’s not that I don’t think you're old enough, we just don't serve alcohol.”\r \n“Not my age, see the name?” said Simon, turning his ID around to show it to Lisa.\r \n“Simon Wilford…”\r \n“My name is Simon and Simon Says bring me a beer.”\r \nLisa’s attempt at a welcoming smile fell to a deadpan look.\r \n“We serve coffee, tea and herbal drinks.”\r \n“I don't want a herbal drink and I don't want to write a book. I need to drink something that makes me forget what I do when I’m not at a stripclub.” said simon, he opened his cigarettes and started tapping one loose.\r \n“No beer and no cigarettes wither.”\r \n“It’s ok, not buying I BYO.” he said, holding up the smoke to his lips.\r \n“You can’t smoke.”\r \nSimon held his hands open, lighter in one.\r \n“What the hell do I do when i’m looking at tits then?”\r \nLisa glared at him and slammed the mug in her hand down.\r \n“We also don’t tolerate that kind of objectification.”\r \n“Objecti-what?...” Simon ran through his words again to pick out the one that bristled Lisa. “Tits… you were bothered by the word tits?”\r \n“We don’t use words like that here.”\r \n“But youre a TITTY-bar.”\r \n“We are a nice, woman-friendly, couple-friendly, lesbian-friendly, body-positive neighbourhood coffee house.”\r \n“Are you guy who wants to see tits and have a beer friendly?”\r \n“No!”\r \n“Then put it on the damn sign! And get some actual A grade strippers, if all your offering are tits… sorry… ladyparts! Then get some good quality ones!”\r \n“We don't tolerate transphobia either! I’ll have to ask you to leave!”\r \n“You will!”\r \n“Go!”\r \nSimon put the cigarette between his lips and hobbled toward the stairs as he put the pack in his pocket. His phone was on %15 so he would have to ask around.\r \n“Are there any other titty bars near here?” he called out.\r \n“You’re not welcome!”\r \n“Jesus bloody, fucking panzy ass crazy cat lady…” mumbled Simon as he worked his sore knees down the steps one at a time, stepping outside to once more eye the “all are welcome” sign."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Harpy/Birds! Girls or boys, transformation or other, give me some inspiration!
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"content": "In a world where harpies and humans live apart from each other you end up landing a job in a nearby harpy city. Since you’re the only human who lives there you depend on your coworkers and neighbors to move around. After a while you start having to bargain “special favors” with your neighbors and coworkers in order to move around. In the end, what could you expect from not only being the only human but also the only male in the city?"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The rations on long space journeys can get a bit monotonous. Luckily, one busty crewmate is secretly thrilled that her milk is in such high demand...
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"content": "The cafeteria had all the normal sounds about it- the clinking of silverware, the murmurs of conversation and gossip, the occasional announcement over the speakers. The long window displayed a stunning view of the Pereze nebula, but to the inhabitants of the *Nova Brillae* sitting dead in space outside of Pollux β, the novelty had grown cold over the course of the week.\n\nThe local government had put in an order for all incoming crafts to sit in a far orbit around the star. Few could remember the official reason- something to do with pirates? Cleaning up the illness that they hoped to spread, with a ransom for the cure? At least news was beginning to spread that it would soon be over. Whatever the reason was, the outcome was clear- nothing was allowed to enter the system, and nothing was allowed to leave.\n\nIn the early days of space travel, this would have meant catastrophe and rationing. Nowadays, it just meant that the passengers and crew had to subsist off of what the synthesizer could churn out. It was *passable*, but few found the ordeal enticing, far preferring the taste of real food.\n\nWith all this in mind, an otherwise unaware observer would raise an eyebrow at how the people here were ordering things. *Perhaps dairy was somehow spared from being turned into a somewhat recognizable liquid by the synthesizer*, they might think, *as well as all of its eventual products*.\n\nWhat that observer might also miss on this ship would be the woman sitting near the back of the cafeteria, staring at the different patrons in turn as she sensually chewed on one of her thumbnails.\n\nThat woman was Miranda Perez, and she had what others called “a problem”, and she called “an opportunity”. Well, okay, she had more than a few problems, but to her, it all managed to come together nicely. The first and most noticeable were her breasts, sitting wide and heavy off her chest and onto the table. She had done everything she could to nurture and encourage their growth, especially after they started producing the milk she loved so much. These days, her breasts rounded out two feet away from her body.\n\nThis led to her other “problem”. She loved her own milk- producing and drinking it was a joy to behold- but seeing other people enjoy it? She felt nothing but pure euphoria. It was a frenetic descent- feeding neighbors, donating it to other people, incorporating it into meals she cooked and shared. And now, here she was, sitting at the back of the cafeteria, eyeing anyone who was eating something that could have her dairy in it.\n\n*Ah, it was about time she needed to make another donation, wasn’t it?*\n\n---\n\n“She’s staring at me. Is it the ice cream? Did I order too much?”\n\n“…Trust me, dude, you don’t want to know.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She discovered that her teammates did better if someone gave them a quick blowjob before things got started, to clear their minds. Naturally, she happily took on the responsibility...
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"content": "\"Alright boys, line up, dicks out!\" Eveline said cheerfully.\nDutifully, each of her teammates fell in line pants around their ankles and already getting hard.\n\"This is a big match and we can't afford to lose.\" She knelt down in front of the first teammate, engulfing in her mouth and sucking him dry.\n\nSwallowing, she continued \"We need each of you at the top of you game.\" Moving to the next, she once again knelt and slurped up his juicy cock. A bit of his cum leaked from her mouth as shot hot seed into her throat.\n\n\"Let nothing stand in you way of victory.\" Another teammate, another blowjob.\n\nOn down the line, she satisfied each player of the team, bringing them that oh so sought after post nut clarity. The toe curling, orgasm grunt was all the thanks she needed. Eveline was happy to provide.\n\nWith the last blowy finished, she took one last look at her brethren. \"Now team let's go kick some ass!\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: (incest) You and your older sister are explorer of other worlds. After being assined a 1 year trip to a planet where pregnancy is only 1 week, you two gotta populate the whole planet.
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"content": "Explorers\n\n\"Did you read the mission parameters?\" From Becky’s angry tone I could tell she hadn't either until just now. I turned and gave her a look. She knew I never read the reports until I got to the planet. Sure it's not a professional way to work but it's how I work. Besides, most parameters are so boring. \n\n\"No, I didn't.\" Looking at my older sister as she came bounding over to me, I could only imagine how long this deployment would be if she was going to jump around like that without the support of a sports bra. Her curves pushed at the boundaries of her jumpsuit as she scowled at me with her hair in an angry looking ponytail. \n\n\"This is a test run for a machine to repopulate this planet.\" Becky said.\n\n\"What? Like a cloner?\" I must have looked confused.\n\n\"No you moron. A gestation accelerator.\" Becky glared at me.\n\n\"Oh damn… I took this mission from Frank and Martha.\" I was starting to realize the problem we had. \"Should we go back and…\" \n\n\"No.\" Becky snapped so hard it made her golden ponytail bounce. \"I have a perfect mission record. You won't jeopardize that.\" \n\n\"Well..\" It was impossible to deal with her when she was like this. \"Can we use artificial insemination?\" \n\n\"No, the parameters strictly forbid it.\" Becky moved closer as she explained but my mind was beginning to wander as I stared down her cleavage. \"First we conceive, then I wear the acceleration, and then we place the young baby in a growth chamber. They want us to do that once a week. Do you think you could do that? I am your sister.\"\n\n\"Yeah, I'm not sure…\" I managed to feign a disinterested tone.\n\n\"Would it help if I stripped you down or gave you a blow job?\" Becky sounded legitimately concerned. \"I can't have a failure on my record.\"\n\n\"Hmmm. I think I need to see what you got before I answer that.\" I said with a smile.\n\n\"Really? You're going to objectify your own sister?\" She said it as she shook her head and unzipped her jumpsuit.\n\n\"Hey, you offered.\" I said with a smile.\n\nHer breasts spilled out of her jumpsuit. They looked so plump that I just needed one of her nipples in my mouth. I didn't bother asking. First she squealed in surprise then she moaned in ecstasy. Before long she dropped to her knees, unzipped my jumpsuit, and slid my whole shaft into her mouth. She moaned on my cock while she held it in her mouth. If I let her keep going like this I would cum in the wrong spot. \n\nI gripped her hair and pulled my dick out of her throat. \"Get ready for your first breeding.\" I commanded and my usually bossy older sister rolled to her back and slid the rest of her body out of her jumpsuit without a word. She laid there blushed and naked with her curly blonde hair falling into her eyes. Her hand was quickly working to ready herself. \n\nInstead of the intelligent words she usually had, the only noises that came from her were low moans and a guttural plea: \"Breed me, brother.\" I dropped to my knees and in the next moment I was entering my sister's wet pussy on the floor of our cargo hold. Her legs hooked around me and pulled me deeper. I was close to orgasim watching Becky’s heavy breasts rock with each impact. When I was afraid I couldn't hold it any longer I reached up and pinched on one of her soft sensitive nipples. She let out a scream as her body convulsed. I allowed myself to relax and cum into her welcoming pussy. \n\nDespite being tired and messy Becky struggled to her feet and pulled the gestation accelerator from its crate. \"How long does it take when you're wearing that?\" I asked as I propped myself up on my elbow.\n\n\"A few days. Then some rest and we will be ready to breed again in a week.\" Becky explained while she fit the device to her naked body. It looked like a simple metal harness with elastic straps. It did little to hide any of her sensitive parts. She flipped through the instructions as I admired her free hanging tits and exposed reddened pussy. \"Oh, I will have to wear this during the entire one year mission.\" \n\nI started to stroke myself at the thought that there was no way she would fit into her jumpsuits and that was the only clothing she had packed. She would be naked and exposed to me all year. \"Oh shit.\" Becky said as she read the instructions. \"I guess I was supposed to have this on before conception. Do you think you can get hard again soo…\" Becky’s question stopped short when she raised her eyes to see my semi hard cock in my eyes.\n\n\"Well, it seems like I found the perfect mission for my horny little pervert brother.\" Becky giggled as she walked back over to me. \n\nWe spent most of the next year exploring the barren new planet and fucking on every corner of it. I thought I would only get to fuck her once a week but the accelerator effected her sex drive. So Becky was willing to drain my cock by any means as soon as I got hard, and that happened often since she was running around the ship pregnant and exposed.\n\nWe had fifty-two infants ready in their growth chambers when the relief team came. Of course he had forgotten about the new team's arrival and they found us fucking in the forest. That was a weird way to meet them but they were very nice and even allowed us to stay a few more weeks so we could fill a few more of those growth chambers. \n\nI didn't know how Becky would react once we left the planet. It was sad to leave it, but as I watched the image of it fade Becky placed a hand on my knee. \"You know brother…\" she bit her lip. \"In all our time on that planet we were so worried about breeding that there was one thing we never tried.\"\n\n\"I'll get the lube.\" At least this was one way I wouldn't get her pregnant."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Doe-eyed beauties, unlikely scenarios and fantastical happenings
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"content": "Ima try to channel Rod Sterling for this one and give this a pitch that’s interesting and vague enough to give you some ideas. “A man and a woman. A tale as old as time. Love and lust have lead people down strange and elaborate paths since the days of Eden. Yet young Miss Lucy Donovan has today found herself drawn inexorably down a path she thought she had missed her chance to travel down. The shadows of a life she had never lived and desires she had never satisfied chasing her down wherever she goes. Where else could this happen but the Twilight Zone.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [EU] [dark] It turns out Barker Tree's Infinity Device is real. And it turns out my housemate decided to use it on me one Saturday to slowly, torturously, edit reality itself until I'm his loving, devoted, smol and painfully stacked wifey.
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"content": "(Consensual Version, bit different flavor to the NC one. same general ideas, but mostly a bit more light hearted) \n\nShe closed the door, looking over her roomate installing a new, awkward sort of lamp looking device. \n\n\"Oh! Perfect Timing! this is the device I was telling you about, the professor let me borrow this for summer break. Want to see how it works?\" \n\nShe put down her bag and slipped her shoes off. She was skeptical of what he'd told her about what this thing could allegedly do. \n\n\"So... say I believe you... can you make it so I can remember everything fully, even if I am effected by it or whatever? and I mean, what do you plan on DOING with this thing anyway?\"she walked over and looked up at the weird new light. \n\nhe went over to the computer connected to the light, and rubbed his chin \"That would be interesting, we can certainly try.\" he tapped a few keys and clicked, the light hummed and started glowing. \"So what do you think you'd like to be different?\"\n\nshe found herself mesmerized by the hum and glow of the light. \"I'm not really sure I guess...\"\n\nhe cleared his throat and spoke firmly, \"You are able to be fully effected by changes to reality, while fully remembering that the changes have been made.\" \nshe blinked, wobbling slightly \"I am able to be effected...\" he repeated his command, and she stammered. \"I am able to be fully effected by changes to reality, while fully remembering that the changes have been made\" she felt her mind twist slightly, part shifting, but part stubbornly, almost uncomfortably staying still by comparison. \n\n\"You trust my judgement for the use of the machine\" she smoothly, automatically echoed his words, her mind continued tingling and adjusting smoothly, she was surprised how good it felt.\n\n\"You've always trusted me completely, and enjoy the feeling of the changes to reality\" she echoed it again, monotonously, almost eagerly, a moment after as the latest change took effect, her mouth crooked a slight smile at the sensation. \n\n\"You have never been shy about your body around me\" she seemed to think a moment, resisting. \"You have NEVER been shy about your body around me.\" he said more commandingly, and she echoed his words back. \n\nhe swallowed, thinking on how might be a good way to test how readily she could be effected. \n\n\"You have never grown any hair below your neck\" she blinked, slightly confused, then repeated it slowly. she felt her skin tingling, her body and reality warping, she bit her lip and almost moaned, enjoying the intense feeling of reality warping to his command. \"ever since you have been little, you've just had a hairless body, and have enjoyed that you never had to shave\" she smiled, repeating it back, the changes settling into place. he watched for it to seem to finish, then shut it off. \n\nshe shook her head and rubbed her temple, \"Whoah, that was.. that was weird, my head hurts, is that normal?\" she stumbled over and sat down, closing her eyes, her hands feeling her arms, she looked at herself, blinking, clearly a little conflicted.\n\n\"Yes, thats common. it should pass rather quickly. how do you feel?\"\n\nshe nodded, \"I feel really kinda weird. like I remember two things at once. this is real, right?\" she held out her arm \"I think I remember feeling arm hairs, but they arent there, and I can also remember there never being any. its strange.\" he came over and sat on the arm of the chair, and gently touched her arm, feeling it. utterly smooth. more hairless than shaved, but as though there had never been hair just as he ordered.\" \n\"Yep, smooth as could be. how do you feel that I did that?\" her brow furrowed, and she thought about that. \"I... I mean why not, I guess? I trust you.\" she shook her head, trying to shake off the weird feeling. \n\n\"I should probably take a shower, I bet that'll help me feel better. \n\nhe nodded, \"That sounds good, maybe you'll be up to experiment more with it afterwards?\" he quipped, watching her get up and head towards the shower. she rolled her eyes and shrugged \"Maybe. I wonder if you can do anything about this headache from it though. it felt good besides that.\" \n\nhe shouted back to her, as she undressed for her shower. \"There is a theory about what causes the headaches, but getting rid of them might have some side effects...\" she peeked out, naked, seemingly unconcerned about being seen like that. he noticed how hairless she was. \"what sort of side effects?\" he paused for words, trying to pretend not to be slightly distracted by her naked body. \"well, it might make you extra succeptible to the machine's effects. we think that the headaches are from the brain fighting the changes.\" \nshe put her hand on her hip, and shifted her weight. \"is that bad?\" \n\nhe smiled, being a little less shy about looking her over since she clearly didn't mind. \"Well, no. in fact in some ways it might be more convenient. I think most test subjects have been worried about losing themselves or being too easily changed.\" \n\nshe rolled her eyes and spun on her heel, heading to the shower \"thats silly, I can already tell from what I've seen of it that theres hardly any point in resisting it, and I trust you not to turn me into a monster or something.\" she turned and went in to start her shower. \n\nhe leaned back and rubbed the bridge of his nose, thinking to himself about what he wanted to do and how he was going to do it. he went about writing notes and refining commands for the next steps. \n\na bit after he heard the water turn off, she came out wearing a long t-shirt. he figued that he would likely find out if there was anything under it soon enough. she sat down smiling. \"Had a good shower?\" he asked, watching her. \nshe grinned \"it just felt SO good. everything is so smooth. its weird that I can remmeber both it always being like this, and it not being like this, at the same time. I definitely like it though! So you want to try something new then?\" \n\n\"definitely. you know it just occurred to me that it might be more comfortable if you could sit while doing it.\" he got up and pushed the chair, with her in it, under the focal area of the machine. she squeaked as he moved her like that. then he adjusted a position of the computer controls, so he could see the screen and her at the same time. \n\n\"Ready?\" he asked, she smiled and nodded \"Ready\" he pressed a button and the light hummed on about 50% strength. she sighed, feeling the machine start to effect her, her body tingling. \n\nHe cleared his throat, and started with the first command. \"Your mind will accept the effect of the machine frictionlessly, adapting to the changes eagerly.\"\n\nshe focused, hearing the command, and intentionally repeating it back, it having been her idea afterall. she closed her eyes, and clearly enjoyed the sensation of the changes washing through her, the effects in her mind shifting roughly at first, but then smoothly. she smiled and rolled her head, feeling the change take effect, like a machine becoming well oiled. \n\n\"How does that feel?\" he enquired, \nshe smiled more clearly enjoying it. \"That was strange, good, but strange.\" \n\nhe reciprocated her smile, \"By the way, how tall are you?\" she cocked her head, \"5 foot 8...\" he stated firmly \"You are 5 foot tall\" she stammered, feeling pressured by the machine, less intentionally \"I am 5 foot...\" he repeated, more firmly. \"You are only 5 foot tall, you never grew taller than 5 foot\" she squirmed, feeling her body tingle and change, her feet starting to strain to reach the floor \"I am 5 foot tall\", she gasped out, enjoying the sensation of reality shifting her body, flexing and stretching as she felt her body shorten. she panted as it finished. \"Oh, My, God. that was amazing.\" \n\nhe smiled, watching, \"ready for more?\"\n\nshe straightened up in the seemingly larger than before chair. \"give me your best shot\" \n\nhe chuckled, and firmly commanded \"Your body is fit, slender and proportional to your height, limber and flexible\"\n\nher eyes went wide, and she swallowed hard \"My body is fit, slender and proportional to my height, limber and flexible\" she grimaced and grabbed the chair,feeling her body twist and change, her muscles tightening, changing, her body seeming to shrink and writhe without her intending it to, she couldn't tell if it felt orgasmic or painful or both, feeling her mind, greased to accept the shifts smoothly adapting to them, but her body straining to comply. when it slowed, he gave the command again, she gasped, almost whining at being pushed like that, repeating it back, half breathlessly, she stretched and writhed, he watched slightly concerned that he had pushed too much at once. \n\nShe bucked, then stopped, slid down in the chair. he stood up, and she raised her hand to wave him that she was ok, she pulled herself up, groaning. he turned off the machine and she slumped back again, looking drained, ... and... small. \n\nshe caught her breath, and he gulped, \"are you ok?\" she smiled and lolled her head slighly, getting her bearings, and looking around. \"oooh yeah\" she furrowed her brow, he did a double take as well, her voice seemed a bit higher, brighter, subtlely, but noticably different. \nshe then looked down at herself and her eyes went wide. \"OH MY GOD.\" she jumped up, and looked at herself. he covered his mouth, looking at her. the shirt that had been big on her before, now practically went to her knees. \nhe was shocked by what he was seeing, he had figured that the storytelling approach the Professor had used was merely a matter of flair, rather than something integral to the machine's operation... he must have been lost in thought for longer than he thought. next he knew she was next to him, gingerly touching his arm. her hand was so soft. \n\"are you ok? is everything alright?\" she looked at him worriedly. his head throbbed, he tried to keep from showing his concern, he didn't want to worry her."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: “I can’t believe you got caught cheating! You could be expelled! Your pervert professors has agreed to look the other way, but only if I have sex with him. I’m gonna do it, but you are gonna watch. Maybe that’ll teach you a lesson”
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"content": "James sat in the classroom with his dick out as his girlfriend stood in front of their perverted professor. Mr. Charles was a fat, older man in his thirties. He hardly ever hid his lecherous gaze during class as he mentally undressed the women in the classroom. Still, some girls knew how to work him and he didn't mind. They would make sure to wear revealing clothing to class and it would usually get them a few extra points. Rumors always circulated that several girls would even go so far as to give him sexual favors, but none would own up to it. After all, he was hardly attractive. \n\nBut when he'd approached Katelynn, things changed. He had called her in after class and told her that he'd caught James cheating on their final paper. It was enough to get him kicked out of school; Katelynn was both scared and furious. If James needed help, why not come to her? Now he was jeopardizing their future with this stunt! Well, she'd show him! They were supposed to get into a good college together and then build a life together! But this threatened all of that!\n\nPerhaps she had let it all go too far. As she stood in front of Mr. Charles with her naked body on display, a twinge of regret shot through her. But she didn't have time to think. The rotund man pulled her onto his lap as his lips crashed against hers. His tongue pushed into her mouth with ease as his hands groped her firm C-cups. \n\nJames had been given explicit instructions to not touch himself, but he was hard just from the sight. Katelynn was shocked at her teacher's forwardness, but more so shocked by what she felt under his pants and between her cunt. *He feels massive!* She could barely believe it; maybe she was wrong. But she had to find out. After a few more moments of making out, she slowly slunk down in front of him, kneeling. Impatiently, she fumbled with his jeans and fished out his massive, erect cock. \n\n\"Holy shit! It's huge!\" She gasped as she wrapped her hands around it. She began to stroke it up and down, kissing the tip and bathing it with her tongue. Soon, that wasn't enough. As she brought her lips to his cock, Mr. Charles pushed her onto it. \n\n\"Suck it, slut!\" He yelled, forcing her to take it in as deep as she could. \n\n\"D-don't call her that!\" James squeaked out. \n\n\"Keep your boy in line, bitch,\" Mr. Charles replied, pulling her off of his cock. \"And be mean. He needs to be taught a lesson while you service a real man's cock.,\"\n\nKatelynn bit her lip, but nodded. \"Shut up, James. It's your fault I'm even doing this. It's your fault I'm sucking this magnificent, yummy cock so shut up and watch!\" \n\nMe. Charles grunted his approval before shoving her back down onto his dick. Her eyes watered as she felt it push deeper into her throat. Even worse, he held her there for quite a while. She began to see stars as her vision faded only to be brought back at the last second. While she gasped for air, he wasted no time in pulling her up onto him. \n\nShe was hardly coherent, but let out a yelp as he buried his cock into her. His hips slapped against hers as he bounced her body up and down, using her just as a sex toy and nothing more. Katelynn's tongue hung out as her body had given up and in to him while he fucked her stupid. She knew she had cum a few times already just from the massive prick in her cunt. It wouldn't be another ten minutes until he came inside of her. \n\nAs she laid limp against him, he turned to James who had cum at some point during the season. \"You can go. We're far from done.\"\n\nOf course, Katelynn eventually broke up with James a few days after that. He didn't see or hear from her again until their high school reunion. She looked just as beautiful as ever despite having a rather large, pregnant stomach as she stood arm in arm with Mr. Charles."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Erotic predicaments
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"content": "\"Thank you for helping me discover my passion for engineering first of all\", the Succubus (and current roommate) told her, \"And just to show how grateful I am, I'm going to let you be the test run for all of my machines! For now though let's just focus on this one, all you have to do is get that counter to hit the goal number before time runs out by riding that dildo. If you cum you lose time, but you can say that code phrase under the camera to get more. Don't worry about the camera for now, it just let's me check on you in to make sure all is going smoothly. Although I can still post the footage on my super secret blog if you want, I know how much of a closet perv you are roomie. Now get ready to move those hips!\"\n\nHope I didn't make this too overly specific, if I did feel free to just take bits and pieces instead."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Creampied by the entire clown car
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"content": "“Women are just as perverted as men!” I said. I grabbed my beer and took a sip. My friends and I were currently lounging in the living room of the only married couple in our little group of friends, Paul and Gwen. I was not entirely sure how we got onto the topic of sexual perversions, maybe it was a combination of everyone being stir crazy after a year of a world wide pandemic, maybe we as humans are much more sex driven then anyone what’s to admit, maybe we we’re just drunk.\n\r\n“No way, Stacy. Men are much worst then women.” Mark said.\n\r\n“Why?” I asked.\n\r\n“Most of the porn is made for men,” Jason said. \n\r\n“So what,” I said. “That doesn’t prove anything.”\n\r\n“Do you know how much crazy shit there is in porn?” Mark asked.\n\r\n“Do you know why women read romance books?” I countered. “Because of all the kinky sex.”\n\r\n“Porn is tame compared to the internet.” Steve said.\n\r\n“Rule-34,” Paul giggled.\n\r\nI gave Paul’s wife Gwen a knowing look. She blushed profusely. I knew for a fact she drew rule-34 stuff, tentacles porn and other kinky shit. I had seen some of her work before and it was some hot shit. I wasn’t sure if Paul knew or not, but something told me he was into that stuff. Maybe that was why they were together.\n\r\n“There’s so much kinky shit out there that’s not in porn,” I said. “So porn doesn’t prove anything.”\n\r\n“I’ve done some kinky shit,” Lucas bragged. The first thing he had said the entire conversation.\n\r\n“No, you haven’t,” Mark said. “You’ve had like only one girlfriend in your entire life.”\n\r\n“Yeah, but she was older, more experienced,” Lucas said.\n\r\n“Banging a cougar isn’t kinky. It’s tame” Jason said.\n\r\n“Fine, fine. But I’d do some kinky shit,” Lucas protested.\n\r\n“Sure you would,” I said.\n\r\n“Why, how many people have you slept with?” Lucas asked me.\n\r\n“I’m not sure a number means your kinky or not,” I said.\n\r\n“Afraid to tell us,” Mark teased.\n\r\n“No, why are you?” I counter.\n\r\n“No way. I’ve slept with nine girls,” Mark bragged.\n\r\n“Ha, Twelve,” proclaimed Steve.\n\r\nI and everyone turned towards Jason, who had gone quite. “How about you stud?” \n\r\n“Um, six,” he finally said.\n\r\n“Well, Steve asked. “How about you Stacy? If women are more kinky then it stands to reasons you should have a big number.”\n\r\n“Well it’s not that big, but again I don’t think a large number means your more kinky then someone with a smaller.”\n\r\n“Afraid to say?” Mark teased.\n\r\n“Oh no. It’s five,” I said. “But that doesn’t say to what I’ve did with them.”\n\r\n“Only five guys?” Steve said. \n\r\n“Oh you wanted guys?” I asked. “Then it’s twenty-three.”\n\nThe number was much higher but I didn't want to be judged too badly by my friends.\n\r\n“What the fuck?” Mark asked.\n\r\n“Wait, what was the first number?” Gwen asked.\n\r\nI gave her a seductive smile and then winked.\n\r\n“Oh,” she blush when she figured it out.\n\r\n“Wait, I don’t get it. What was the first number?” Lucas asked.\n\r\n“Girls,” Mark says.\n\r\n“What?” asked Lucas, still bewildered.\n\r\n“It’s the amount of girls I’ve fucked.” I said flat faced.\n\r\n“What? You’ve had sex with girls?”\n\r\n“Yes, Lucas,” I laughed. “And with guys, sometimes both.”\n\r\nLucas looked like I had just made his brain explode.\n\r\n“What about you two?” I asked Paul and Gwen.\n\r\n“Um, three,” said Paul.\n\r\n“Fifteen,” whispered Gwen.\n\r\n“Fifteen!” cried Paul. “What, when?”\n\r\n“Um When we were split during sophomore year.” Gwen muttered.\n\r\n“What? That was not even a year?” Paul said. I studied Paul’s face, a bit concerned over this revelation. There was a bit of confusion and hurt, but underneath it was excitement. I sighed in relief, while I was having a great time and frankly was a bit turned on myself, but I didn’t want to damage anyone’s relationship.\n\r\n“Wait,” Mark said. “You have sex with men and girls at the same time?”\n\r\n“Yes,” I laughed. “I told you women are more kinky and perverted then guys.” My pussy started to tingle as I tried not to replay some of the wild things I had done.\n\r\n“I still don’t think so,” Steve said.\n\r\n“What’s the kinkiest thing you done, then?” I asked.\n\r\n“A threesome!” Steve said.\n\r\n“So you fucked two girls at once?” I said not impressed. “Every guys dreams about that.”\n\r\n“It was with another guy!”\n\r\n“Oh,” I muttered. This was a turn of events I hadn’t figured and was now intrigued.\n\r\n“Yeah, two guys. One girl.”\n\r\n“Ah but did you touch the other guy?” I asked. I tried not to picture a naked Steve down on his knees head positioned about to suck another guy off while the girl clung to his back giving instructions. Really, I just didn’t want to get any more turned on then I already was.\n\r\n“No, I’m not gay!”\n\r\n“Oh so the girl fucked two guys, you just happened to be one of them,” I said, disappointed. “See girls are more kinky.”\n\r\n“Well what have you done then?” Steve asked.\n\r\n“Um, let’s see. Well the usual threesome, foursomes. I’ve been with a group of guys, just me.” I winked at him. “I’ve been tied up and fucked. Tied down, blindfolded and fucked. Fucked both men and women while tied up. Been a sex slave for a couple.” I was starting to get afraid how visible wet my yoga pant were going to be as my pussy wouldn’t stop quivering in excitement.\n\r\n“Bullshit!” Mark exclaimed.\n\r\n“You don’t believe me?”\n\r\n“No!”\n\r\n“Its all true,” I promise.\n\r\n“Prove it! I dare you!”\n\r\n“Prove it. How? Do you want me to fuck you right now?” I hadn’t had much inclination in the past to hook up with any of the guys in my group. Not that they were bad looking or anything, I just didn’t want to mess up the group dynamic. Unfortunately my hormones were controlling my brain and I mostly just want to get laid. It had been awhile.\n\r\n“No?” I asked when none said anything. “Then how?”\n\r\n“Yeah, your right, sex right now doesn’t prove anything. But I have an idea,” Jason said. \n\r\n“Oh?” I asked.\n\r\n“But I don’t think you’ll do it,” Jason said.\n\r\n“Hahaha,” I laughed. “I will.”\n\r\n“Bet you, then.”\n\r\n“I accept,” I said not even realizing I didn’t know what I was getting into.\n\r\n“But if you can’t prove it then what?” Jason asked.\n\r\n“I, hm.” I muttered, while racking my brain for something.\n\r\n“Free use.” Jason said after a few moments.\n\r\n“What?”\n\r\n“If you can’t prove it then you make yourself available to anyone in the group to do anything they what with you at anytime. Free use for a month, no two, no, six. Six months!”\n\r\n“Um,” I muttered. I wasn’t sure how this would change our group, but I was almost too horny to care. Plus I couldn’t say no to a bet, especially when I knew I’d win. “Sure. I’m in. But what do I have to do?”\n\r\n“I have to set something up first then I’ll let you know.” He said with a giant grin.\n\r\n\r\n////////////\n\r\n\r\nMaybe a week or so later I got a call from Jason saying it was ready. I had actually almost all but forgotten about the bet, chalking it up to us being a bit too drunk. Now, here I was standing in a warehouse that Jason worked at, waiting for me to somehow prove women were more kinky then men. Jason was standings next to me as we waited for our friends to arrive. I was on pins and needles. Jason wouldn’t say a word about what was going to happen. I didn’t bother asking anyone else, I was sure Jason hadn’t told anyone, wanting to make a big reveal and all. \n\r\nSoon, everyone was standing around watching me. No one had said anything to me, but I could see the excitement in there eyes. I was soaking wet, and even though nothing had happened yet my pussy was on fire. Knowing my friend were going to watch me prove how kinky I was almost more exciting then what was going to happen. And as much as I wanted to win, part of me couldn’t help but wondered whether Or not I rather lose on purpose. The free use thing, being sexual available for my friends anytime anywhere was kind of win-win for me.\n\r\nJust then loud but high pitch beep came from outside the door. Jason pushed a button and the metal garage door to the warehouse began to roll up. When it was only about halfway up a small red car drove through the doorway and pulled to a stop right in front of me. I wasn’t sure who was in the car at first, but they looked kind of funny. Then the driver door opened.\n\r\nAnd out stepped a clown.\r\nHe had green hair, a bright red jumper, white makeup all over his face, a large red smile and the red foam nose. He looked exactly like what you would picture in you head when someone said the word clown.\n\r\n“Haha,” I laughed. “You want me to fuck a clown?”\n\r\nJason didn’t say anything. He just looked like he was waiting for something. I turned back to the car as the passenger door opened. Out stepped a second clown.\n\r\nI looked back at Jason, “Two?”\n\r\nAgain he didn’t say anything.\n\r\nI turned back to the car as a third clown got out. And then a four clown got out. The trunk popped open and another clown got out. Soon clowns were pouring forth from the car. Six, seven, ten, oh my. Fifteen clowns piled out of the clown car.\n\r\nI looked at Jason. He had a huge grin on his face like he had just won the lottery. I looked over at my friends. They were a mix of disbelief and lust. I looked back at the clowns stand there watching me.\n\r\nI grabbed hold of my shirt and pulled it over my head, my breasts bounce in the cold air. \n\r\n“Lets do this,” I laughed as I walked into the group of clowns, their hands reaching out to caress and fondle my body.\n\r\nA clown orgy!\n\r\nI guess that was pretty kinky."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Role Reversal! Non fictional preferred but not limited to it.
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"content": "Women are bigger and stronger than men on average, and typically have a higher libido. To match, men do not have a refactory period, and are raised to act more coquettishly.\n\nOur world's phallic imagery in media has been replaced with Yonic, and horny men are the \"sluts\" and are objectified.\n\nmire specifically, perhaps there is an inverted equivalent to the sufferagette movement currently happening? (Edit: something like the Suffragette movement of the 1800s, which the characters interact with.)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Medieval fantasy or D&D inspired prompts
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"content": "(Incest) \n\n\nA young noblewoman has been practicing spellcraft and potion brewing in hopes of becoming a mage. Her latest potion is an aphrodisiac, and the only one she has to test it on is her younger brother. (Use of magic during sex could be interesting).\n\n&#x200B;\n\n(Non-incest)\n\n&#x200B;\n\nThe court sorceress charms the handsome yet shy prince into knocking her up, and what started as a political move quickly became an actual attraction, as he was so damn good at sex that she had to keep coming back for more."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Platonic Pegging
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"content": "I guess this is epistolary erotica, or something. bureaucra-stolary? whatever genre SCPs are, I guess.\n\nThere's no actual sex scene here, but it's definitely adjacent to the *concept* of platonic pegging.\n\nThis document would exist in-universe in a larger story I'm working on. I'm curious if it makes any sense without the larger context? On a scale of \"piles of nonsense with no context\" to \"intriguing mysterious breadcrumbs\", how well does this work?\n\n---\n\n[This document is neatly hand-written on a legal pad]\n\n**Magic Sex Orb Research Club Records** \n\nOrb Summary #005 - \"Big Dick\"\n\n**Discovery:** Empty lot near Bounty Road and Cherry Street, early morning after ~~the meteor shower.~~ the 1st meteor shower. \n\n**Physical Appearance**\n\nGreen spherical gem(unknown material) with gold band(seems to be real gold), inlaid with symbols in an unknown language. ~~Possibly Egyptian Heiroglyphs?~~ ~~NOT Sanskrit~~ ~~kinda looks like medieval polish?~~ ~~See Alexis for the full list of languages we've ruled out.~~ Currently, we're assuming the orbs are not any standard Earth language.\n\n**Activation Method:** The user just touches the orb. It will shapeshift into a bracelet on the user's wrist, and grant them Powers A and B.\n\nnote: if you think really hard about NOT activating it, you can pick it up without activating the power, but it will activate, and become a bracelet as soon as your concentration slips.\n\n\n**Release Method:** For a short time after an orgasm where their penis was stimulated, the user can simply think about removing it, and the orb will pop off. The user can also just scale their penis to an unobtrusive size manually.\n\n**Power A:**\n\n ~~Elliot's dick grew by 8.75 inches.~~ \n\nThe user's dick gets bigger, ~~but the size varies slightly, depending on~~ ~~who is using it.~~ ~~the user's mood~~\nthe user can focus their mind on it to control the size of their penis. So far, it can expand to *at least* 3.5 FEET in length. As far as we can tell, there's no upper limit, but it's not super urgent that we find out. Elliot showed no signs of blacking out from all his blood rushing to his giant erection, so we're currently assuming it somehow creates more blood to fill the increased size. User can also shrink their penis, though seemingly no smaller than ~1.5 inches.\n\nnote: even people without penises can use it. They'll grow an entire new penis, as well as testicles, and as far as we can tell, have all the same powers as someone who was born with a penis. No idea how the internal anatomy works, but they keep all their other genitals, and they seem to work just fine.\n\n\n**Power B:**\n\nWhen the user kisses someone, their partner also grow a huge dick. The partner's dick size matches the user's default size. The partner cannot control the size of the dick they gain. \n\n\n**Current User:** ~~Elliot~~ ~~Rayven~~ ~~In Storage~~ ~~Elliot~~ Cletus \n\n\n**Known unusual reactions:** \n\n- Orb #001 **\"Feedback\"** - The intensity of the sensation sharing through the 'feedback' effect scales with the size of the user's penis. Also, \"feedback\" power 01b causes this gem's kiss power to backfire, and makes the user of \"big dick\" just double the size of their own dick if they kiss the user of \"Feedback\"\n\n- Orb #021 **\"Androgynizer\"** - While both orbs are active, neither \"Big Dick\" nor \"Androgynizer\" can reduce the user's penis below their default 'big' size. Other effects of \"Androgynizer\" still work as normal\n\n- Orb #90 **\"Sensation Broadcast\"** - The intensity of the sensation sharing through the 'broadcast' effect scales with the size of the user's penis.\n\n**Notes, Test Plans**\n\nnote: ~~**Cletus wants to avoid testing with this orb.** He is post-op. He worries that it might misclassify his dick and do something unpredictable or dangerous~~ Cletus got drunk and tried it out, and it worked just fine. It worked with his dick as normal, and he was able to use all its powers. Mysterious space orb said trans rights, I guess!\n\nnote: Instead of her existing dick getting larger, Phyllicia grows a second dick when using this orb. Otherwise, the power works as normal. The size changing effect can apply to either one, or both, of her penises. No idea what this means about how the orbs process gender.\n\nTest Idea: try this orb out on people with different genders. Currently it seems to respect ppl's gender identity, with no regard for, like, physicality or hormones or whatever. No idea how whatever aliens made these things would know about human genders. Maybe the orbs are aware of what's happening around them?\n\nnote: come to think of it, if they were made by aliens, how would any of the orbs even work with human anatomy at all? Maybe they *are* a secret government project or something?\n\n~~Test Idea: should try it with everyone and see if there's a pattern in the 'default' sizes.~~ there's no obvious pattern, but the results are in Test Results 005b\n\nTest Idea: should get a sperm sample from a cis girl's dick(mine?), see if it's got actual spermatozoa in there, or if it's eggs or something.\n\nTest Idea: ~~should see if women are more susceptible to getting blue balls, or thinking with their dick or something on account of not being used to it.~~ yes. girls get blue balls *really* fast. BLUE BALLS SUUUUCK\n\nnote: wonder what the long term hormonal effects are on the user?"
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"content": "Your best friend always vanishes on the full moon. This month they actually agreed to an outing. You show up to pick them up and they panic, realizing the mistake they made.\n\nYou push your way in against their protests just in time to get locked in and hungry looks...\n\n----\n\nThe prompt just sets the scene. As far as what kind of TF, some thoughts if you don't already have one in mind:\n\n* >!I pictured this as the best friend being an aggressively forward werewoman.!< \n * >!Particularly a smaller, emo-type into a tall, fiery, freckled redhead.!< \n* >!Could go the other-way around gender-wise and hit any gender/sex pairing that interests, too.!< \n* >!Skinny to BTGGF could be fun.!< \n* >!Curvy MILF/Cougar to skinny early 20-something or vice-versa!< \n* >!I'm a fan of werecats, toying with their \"prey\".!< \n* >!Changing into a demihuman could be cool, too. Were-Goblin/Troll (think WoW-style, not slobbery slimy...), Elf, Smidgen...!<"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] A Human Boy Adopted By Orcs
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"content": "Men and Orcs age differently, but he appeared to be coming of age. Orith, the village matriarch, deemed he was ready for the Rights of Passage. The feats of bravery, endurance, and strength were something he had been preparing for his entire life. But sex with a band of Orcs was more than he had imagined. In fact, not being prepared was part of the nature of the ceremony. The traditional tincture kept him hard for the two days of the ritual. Outwardly, Orc culture seems to be about hierarchy and domination, and some kind of honor code. The way an Orc man succeeds is by making someone else fail. Those rules are different for the Rights of Passage. To be considered an adult, an orc must learn what it is to be dominated. He was given thick sandals to wear, other than that he only had a belt around his waist and one around his neck.\n\nThroughout the ordeal he kept trying to figure out what it was he was supposed to say, what feat it took to end it. But that wasn't the point. The point was to experience the shame of domination. One of the orcs, Korje, went a bit overboard with his opportunity to dominate a human, having more cause than most to hate the race of men. The boy assumed the acts performed upon him were a normal part of the ritual. \n\nAfter the it was over he was allowed to lay down and suckle from the most fertile women in the tribe. He drank a good amount of their milk but also enjoyed being showered in it to treat his skin. When the elders found out what Korje had done they had him tied naked to the stocks and the human boy was allowed to take revenge upon him."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: He'll do anything to please his new girlfriend. She asked him to wear her clothes. The first outfit she gives him is her maid costume.
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"content": "\"Are you absolutely sure this is what you want?\" Mike asked. Kelly was the absolute perfect woman; her body was curvy in all the right places and her massive chest was enough to catch the attention of even the most chaste man.b and she knew it. She was one of the most popular girls in school, leaving Mike confused on m as to why she was dating him. \n\n\"Uh, yea. Put it on,\" she said before frowning. \"Or do you not love me like you said you do?\"\n\n\"No, no! I'll go do it! For you. I love you!\" He quickly replied, grabbing the costume from her and dashing into the bedroom. He emerged a few moments later with the costume on, red in the face. \"How... How do I look?\" \n\n\"Oh, tres magnific!\" Kelly clapped her hands together. \"You make such a cute maid! I'm so happy! You're such a good boy!\" \n\nHis cock twitched as she told him he was a good boy. He wasn't a fan of this costume, but he wore it for her and making her happy made him feel good. She walked over and gave him a kiss on the cheek, stroking his cock through the underwear she'd provided. \"It looks like someone is enjoying this too. You're so adorable. I think I'll call you Michelle while you're wearing this. Michelle, my cute little ditzy maid.\" \n\n\"Wha— I'm not so sure—\" he was cut off with a kiss to the lips. \n\n\"Shhh... A good maid only **speaks when spoken to.**\" She corrected, gripping his cock. \n\n\"Y-yes ma'am.\" Mike replied. \n\n\"Good girl. Now, go get some snacks and tea ready for me. I have some friends coming over,\" she said, pulling away. \n\n\"F-friends? I can't be seen like this. Please, Kelly—\" There was a swift smack across his face. \n\n\"Bad girl! **A good maid always obeys her mistress!** Don't make me punish you!\"\n\nMike was taken aback, but the words sunk in. \"Sorry, mistress. I will go take care of everything for you!\" He quickly rushed into the kitchen to prepare the tea and snacks. As he darted around the kitchen, he felt an odd heat rising up to his chest. \n\n\"These damn boobs are getting in the way,\" he said as he set the tea down on the stove. \"Wait, what?\" He looked down and saw two D-cuo breasts protruding from his chest and pressing against the fabric. \"No, no, no, what's going on?\" \n\nHe rushed back out into the living room only to find Kelly with a few familiar faces. Jack, Phil, and Zane were sitting on the couch — Mike's couch. They had always bullied him and it only got worse when he started dating Kelly. \"Ah, Michelle! Is everything ready?\" Kelly asked as she sat in Jack's lap.\n\nHis mind was in a whirlwind. What was going on? Before he could answer, he saw Phil stand up. \"Is this that bitch you were dating? You did a real number on him. Or should I say: her?\" \n\nKelly giggled, \"thanks. She's almost done. She'll obey pretty much anything I tell her to do, though. Watch. Michelle, suck Phil's cock.\" \n\nMike wanted to respond and yell at her, but instead, her words echoed through his head. *A good maid always obeys her mistress.* \"Qui, mistress.\" Michelle knelt down in front of Phil and deftly removed his cock from his pants before giving it a small kiss. She felt herself grow wet just from the sight of it. \n\n*No, no, this isn't right!* She reached a hand between her legs only to find a wet pussy where her cock should have been. Her thought process was interrupted by a cock entering her mouth and throat as he rammed in with little regard for her. \n\n\"I'm gonna break in this bitch's mouth. I can't believe this worked! You turned the nerdiest kid in class into a dumb, bimbo maid!\" Phil laughed as he gripped Michelle's king, blond hair. \n\nMichelle looked over and saw Kelly making out with Jack — the worst of the three. A mix of emotions overwhelmed her as she saw who she thought was her girlfriend betraying her. Her mind was brought back to Phil's cock as he came down her throat, forcing her to swallow it all. He rammed his cock in one last time before pulling out as Michelle coughed and gasped for air. \n\n\"She's got a great mouth. I wonder how her pussy is,\" Phil laughed before zipping his pants back up. \n\n\"No one gets to break in her cunt; that's mine,\" Jack said as Kelly got off of him. \n\n\"Go do it, baby. Make her into a proper woman,\" Kelly encouraged him, kissing his cheek. \n\nJack walked over and pulled Michelle up by her hair, \"you belong to us now, slut, and you'll do whatever we say. Now, I'm gonna pump your pussy full of cum like the breeding sow you are. Say thanks.\" \n\n\"T-thank you, sir!\" Michelle yelped as she was tossed back onto the ground, her ass sticking up in the air. She had little time to think as her underwear was ripped away and a massive cock entered without any warning. Michelle cried out as she Jack jackhammered her pussy with little regard for her comfort. \n\nMichelle could barely form words as her eyes rolled back, \"guh— cock...\"\n\n\"You're fucking her stupid,\" Zane laughed as he brought his cock to Michelle's face. She instinctively took it in, letting herself get spitroasted by the two men. With each thrust, she felt more and more of her former self fade away until it was gone. All that remained was Michelle the Ditzy Bimbo Maid. \n\nAfter what seemed like ages, they both came inside of her, filling her with their seed. As they pulled out, they dropped her onto the ground in a quivering mess. Kelly walked over to her and bent down, slapping her face, \"excuse *me*, slave, but what do you think you're doing? We still need our drinks! Go get the boys some beer. Run to the store if you have to. Oh, and if you run into any... Hm, let's say and fat, ugly men, you'll let them use your slutty body. Is that understood?\"\n\n\"Qui... Mistress...\" Michelle replied weakly as she tried to stand. The poor girl got up and left to go get drinks for her new masters, completely unaware of her former life. \n\nMike shot up in bed next to Kelly. She woke with a start as well, \"honey, is everything okay?\" \n\n\"Yea... Just having some weird dreams... It'll be fine,\" Mike replied. \n\nKelly rested her hand on his cock, \"good weird?\"\n\n\"I don't know...\" He sighed, rubbing his eyes. \n\n\"Well, just be a good girl and go back to sleep,\" Kelly said, kissing his cheek. \n\nMike was too tired to register her comment. \"Okay... I love you.\" He laid his head back down as Kelly rubbed his cock through his underwear. \n\n\"Maybe I'll get him into a dominatrix costune next...\" She mused before laying back down as well."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] submissive fox girl x human
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"content": "You get a big box from Japan in your box apartment that comes with a letter written in English. \n\"My congratulations, you have just earned the right to care and own a kitsune, she will fulfill all her wishes. Take good care of her.\" \nWithout understanding the message you open the box and see a small, slender, white-skinned figure with fiery hair completely tied up in shimbari way with blown-out eyes and gagged. But what amazes you most is the fact that she has a tail and two fox ears."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A demonic cult misunderstood their subject of worship. They were in for a surprise when their demoness has sex with the young stud they abducted as an offering.
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"content": "Brett was panting and drenched with sweat. His ragged breath caught in his throat and he felt like his heart was going to pound out of his chest. He didn't know where he was. The last thing he remembered was a cute blonde girl offering to buy him a coffee downtown, and now... he was strapped to a solid slab of stone, a vertical wall set in the middle of a strange, dark room. The room was cold, but the stone behind his back was strangely warm against his bare back. Brett had been stripped almost naked, except for his grey boxer briefs that clung to his sweaty, muscular thighs. His wrists and ankles were bound with heavy rope against the stone behind him. Hard as Brett, the musclebound jock, strained against the ropes, they didn't even budge. The running back with a full ride to a Division 1 school starting in the fall could not even move the ropes in the slightest. His bulging biceps and thick quads tensed and struggled uselessly, it was as if the ropes were held in place by some magical force. \n\nAs he struggled, Brett's eyes darted wildly around the room as shadowy figures emerged from beyond his vision. They were wearing heavy robes and chanting softly in what sounded like Latin. Eventually they came close enough that he could see some of their faces. He recognized the blonde girl from the coffee shop. Her eyes had been full of laughter as she handed him a large coffee, now they were fixed coldly on him, her thin, pale lips moving only slightly as she chanted. \"*Domina lustra infernus sexus...*\"\n\nAs the crowd of about a dozen cultists got closer and closer, Brett strained harder and harder against the ropes, veins almost popping from his arms. He shouted with grunts of exertion as he flailed helpless and then the chanting stopped, there was a brief silence, and then an even more silent *wooshh* as a shadow passed over the room. The crowd stood still, eyes downward. Brett stopped struggling and stared straight ahead of him, sensing something beyond his five senses.\n\nA moment later another figure emerged from the shadows. She was tall, easily over six feet, and the first thing he noticed were the subtle, thin, red horns that snaked a few inches above her head. Her hair was crimson and her face was literally breathtakingly beautiful as Brett gazed, open mouthed, at her, the air left his throat. She wore a heavy cloak, black as night that completely covered her and obscured her figure. She walked slowly towards Brett and her supplicants did not look up, their eyes still tilted downwards to the floor. \n\nHer long legs covered the ground towards Brett very slowly as she took moderate and deliberate strides. Her purple eyes were fixed right on his and she didn't blink a single time. She didn't speak and Brett had the sense that he was being sized up and evaluated by this creature. Eventually one of the cultists raised his head and withdrew a long, cruel dagger from their cloak. \"Our mistress... Your prize is presented to you. May it fuel your return and everlasting reign.\" he bowed and offered the dagger to the demoness as she approached him. She spoke. \"Thank you, supplicant.\" The fiend said politely as she took the dagger from his outstretched hand. Brett would have expected her voice to be harsh and twisted, but it was sweet as a spring day. Her face still showed no expression as she turned her gaze back to him, knife in the palm of her hand.\n\n\"Welcome, son of Adam.\" The demoness addressed Brett. \"I have to say, I am surprised that a man your... hmmmm.\" She paused as her purple eyes raked his physique. \"... statute, has not bedded a daughter of Eve. I suppose your virginity will be my reward.\" Thick, red lips curved upward in a smile as she raised the dagger and traced its tip across Brett's chest. The crowd behind her raised their heads and eyes to look and began to chant in unison. \"May this sacrifice fuel your strength our Mistress. May his blood power yours. May his life add to your might.\"\n\nAs they continued in similar phrases, the demoness continued to smile as she teased the knife down Brett's muscular chest. He didn't move. He could still barely breath as he stared at her. The knife descended until she brought it to the elastic waistband of the boxer briefs. She continued it down smoothly, slicing away the underwear with no effort at all, a single smooth slice brought the separated fabric to the floor. \n\n\"And what a delight you have deprived the my mortal sisters of...\" The demonness smile grew as Brett's thick, soft, and uncut cock flopped free into the cool air, bouncing against his sweaty thigh.\n\n\"May his death bring life to the forces of darkness...\" The crowd continued in a drone behind her. The knife traced the veins of Brett's cock and then around his balls as the demoness slide slowly to her knees. \"This sacrifice shall usher in a new age...\"\n\nThe crowd faltered just a moment as the demonness opened her mouth and took the end of Brett's soft six inches between her lips. There was half a second of stuttered silence before the crowd continue. \"His will be broken...\" \n\nBrett's whole body shook with undeniable pleasure as he felt a long tongue curl around his shaft and more and more of it disappeared into an impossibly lovely mouth beneath him. With rapid, soft sucks, he felt himself grow and harden immediately, faster than he, or likely any man ever, had ever done. Faster than Paris had done when Helen had dropped her dress for the first time. Faster than a college freshman in a threesome. Faster than a devout Catholic on his wedding night. And the crowd in front of him saw it too. A few voices faltered as the cock in their mistress's mouth grew and expanded before their very eyes. Seven, eight, nine, ten inches. All in less than a few second, as the demoness rolled her head around the man's groin and lapped her tongue around his girth. In just a moment, Brett was fully erect, massively harder than he had ever been in his entire life. Well over ten inches of diamond hard cock shot straight up into the air in front of him as the demon moved her lips away from him, pausing for a moment as she moved away from the tip, just as a woman might struggle to pull herself from a delicious ice cream cone. She then rose swiftly to her feet."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Sexy Story Time- Wet and messy edition
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"content": "Woman is at home baking:\nA) wants to show off for her partner over video chat. Things get naughty and then very out of hand\nB) she wants to be a sweet treat for her daddy and really wants him to come and help her clean herself up. No hands\nC) she starts a food fight with roommate, friend, partner and they both get very messy and start to help clean each other up. \nHope this is the kind of wet and messy content you were thinking of"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [CW] In this writing prompt all writers have to keep one story going
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"content": "\"Mom can you grab me my bra, I forgot it in my room\" Susan yelled from the shower, as her mom walked into the room bra in hand, \"Susan you gotta be more mindf-\" Janet said before something overtook her\n\nJanet shuddered and then regained her composure, \"woah it worked\" she said looking down her chest acting as if she had never seen a pair of boobs before, she gave herself a little hop and watched as her breasts gave a little jiggle as she giggled in excitement\n\n\"Mom what did you say?\" Susan asked as she got out the shower only to be met by a weird sight, there her mom was groping a breast with one hand, sniffing Susans bra with the other hand, \"mom?\" Susan yelled, and then as if only just now noticing Susan in the room Janet looked up eyes wide and her jaw dropped\n\n\"Dammnnnn\" janet said as she looked deadsquare at susans breasts, the 21 year old had a bigger rack than Josh thought she would, \n\"Best magic book ever\" josh thought as he stood there in Janets body using a possession spell he had found earlier"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] (Incest) Mother/daughter prompts
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"content": "She was a single woman who lived with her two daughters. The two of them had decided to help their mother pay the bills for her house, and splitting the costs between the three of them seemed mutually beneficial regardless. But she felt she wasn't showing them enough gratitude, and so she started letting them sleep in her fairly large bed with her, and eventually they started requesting to shower and bathe with their mother like when they were young. Her girls had grown into such gorgeous, sexy women... and she got a new idea about how to thank them for their help."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [Contest] Who is the kinkiest one out there?
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"content": "Hello, kind of a long prompt but I like my incest fantasies to be vivid. Hahaha. Please don't judge but this one is my favorite. The thoughts of hooking up with an older man while not knowing that he could be the worst possible man one could be with is sort of my kink... I also love pirate stories and the possibilities of them leaving their bastards behind after a night or two with a wench and never returning after several years allowing their offspring to mature and be ripe for their own picking without knowing that this beautiful wench could actually be his.\n\n(Incest) Old pirate captain ends up in a tavern to let off some steam. He met a beautiful young bar maid who reminds him of an old fling from years long forgotten.\nThe young bar maid loves to listen to adventures of pirates, after all, her own father who she never know is also a legendary pirate according to her deceased mother. Unlike the other women in the bar, she is merely a bar maid and not a wench and there's a thirst for adventure in her eyes. Feeling intrigued by this mysterious beauty, the pirate captain must have her tonight, using his own stories to impress the young lass. She adored his scars and and the stories how he got them while he adored her curves. They spent a hot night together not knowing that... she is his daughter."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Being a tough girl badass was useful most days, but it only made it that much more embarrassing to confess her feelings to her crush...
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"content": "Standing in front of the mirror in her dorm room, Rachel looked herself over. She was dressed in her usual outfit: black tank top, black pants, black shoes. Finally, she opened the door and locked it behind her. She strode down the hallway. A group of people who were talking fell silent. One guy turned and walked the other way when he saw her.\n\nShe arrived at the room she was looking for and knocked on the door. A few seconds later, it opened.\n\nJustin frowned at her. \"Rachel? What...\"\n\n\"Can I come in?\" She moved past him and entered the room.\n\n\"I guess so,\" he said, closing the door.\n\nShe glanced at his desk and saw a laptop with some code on the screen. \"Studying?\" she asked.\n\n\"Yeah.\"\n\n\"Come on.\" She smirked. \"You were just watching porn until I interrupted you.\"\n\n\"No.\"\n\n\"Dude, it's Friday. You should be partying, not doing homework.\"\n\nHe shrugged. \"Well, being a computer science major can be difficult. I don't have a lot of time for...\"\n\n\"OK,\" she said. \"Where's your roommate?\"\n\n\"He's gone for the weekend.\"\n\n\"Great. So anyway, what I came here to tell you was... Shit! This is embarrassing.\" She turned to face him. \"Justin, we know each other, right?\"\n\n\"Not really. We've never had an actual conversation.\"\n\n\"Well, let's fix that.\" She smiled and stuck out her hand. \"Hi. My name's Rachel, and I'm a junior majoring in finance.\"\n\nHe shook her hand briefly. \"Justin. Sophomore.\"\n\n\"What's wrong?\" she asked.\n\n\"Nothing.\"\n\n\"You don't seem thrilled to meet me.\"\n\n\"It's just unusual, you being friendly,\" he said. \"You have a certain reputation around here.\"\n\n\"I do?\"\n\n\"Yeah. I mean, you're always in a bad mood, and everyone else is scared of you and talks behind your back...\"\n\n\"Those assholes can fuck off!\" she yelled.\n\nHe stared at her.\n\n\"Sorry,\" she muttered. \"I've got anger problems.\"\n\n\"You don't say.\"\n\n\"I've been hurt before, so I put up a front and act tough to keep people away. Sometimes, I go too far.\" She took a deep breath. \"Justin, what I wanted to say tonight was... I have a crush on you. I know it sounds weird, but I've had these feelings for a while, and I tried to ignore them, but I can't. So I decided to just tell you.\"\n\n\"Rachel, are you serious?\"\n\n\"Of course I'm fucking serious!\"\n\n\"I thought you hated me.\"\n\n\"Why?\"\n\n\"We haven't talked much since move-in day, when you insulted me.\"\n\n\"I didn't insult you.\"\n\n\"Your exact words were, 'Get the fuck out of my way, nerd.'\"\n\nShe sighed. \"I shouldn't have said that.\"\n\nHe rolled his eyes.\n\n\"I like you a lot, Justin,\" she said. \"I think you're really cute. And seeing you in the halls, around campus, you're so nice to others, besides being smart and handsome. Even though I didn't want to admit it, after a while I realized that you're the type of person I want to be with, and I'm sorry I was rude to you before.\"\n\nHe smiled a little. \"I kind of have a crush on you, too.\"\n\n\"Really?\"\n\n\"Yeah. I love your style and that tough girl attitude. For some reason, it works for me.\"\n\nRachel smiled at Justin and moved closer, putting her arms around his neck. He kissed her, and she kissed him back eagerly. After a few seconds, they pulled away.\n\n\"This is nice,\" she said, \"but we should probably take things slow.\"\n\n\"Right.\"\n\nShe leaned forward, and they kissed again, more aggressively this time, their tongues in each other's mouths. They fell onto his bed, and their clothes came off.\n\nRachel laid on her back. Justin took his time playing with her tits, sucking her nipples and making her groan in pleasure. Spreading her legs wide, she pulled him up so that they were face-to-face, reached down, and guided his hard cock to her entrance.\n\n\"I should let you know, I'm not very experienced,\" he said.\n\n\"Neither am I. It's OK.\"\n\nHe pushed himself inside her, and she gasped. He started thrusting in and out.\n\n\"Faster,\" she said. \"Please.\"\n\nHe obliged, pounding her into the mattress, and she groaned. Their bodies slapped together loudly.\n\n\"Oh, fuck!\" The tough girl cried out as her orgasm overtook her. \"Yes...\"\n\nJustin grunted, and he came, pumping his seed deep inside Rachel's unprotected pussy. After he was spent, he rested on top of her. She hugged him tightly while they caught their breaths. Eventually, he lifted his head, and they kissed.\n\n\"That was amazing,\" she said. \"I never thought it could be that good.\"\n\n\"Well, I'm sure we'll only get better with practice.\"\n\nShe laughed. \"I think you're right.\"\n\nRachel soon fell asleep with a smile on her face, and the next day, she started being a little nicer to everyone."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Starfucks , a new coffee shops where drink specials include Breast Milk Lattes, Cumchinos, Shaken Ice Tea Pissonade, Pussy Juice Smoothies and more.
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"content": "[Bisexual] [Food Transformation] [Bodypart Transformation] [Vore] [Milking] [Piss] [Cum] [all kinds of weird stuff] If OP approves these tags OR as long as my replies have a minimum of 2 upvotes, I’ll keep going. She showed up at Starfucks nude as was requested of her. It was her first day on the job. Being exposed to every car passing by on the highway as well as the cars in the slow moving drive through which had plenty of time to take in every aspect of her body, her huge breasts, her smooth skin, her cute ass made her feel a bit vulnerable yet turned on, and somehow knowing that all of her coworkers would be nude as well made her a bit more comfortable with the situation, that and the pay rate of $30 an hour plus tips along with all the Cumchinos she could drink.\n\nShe entered the store and made her way to the employee break room for orientation. In the room was a table with three employees and a supervisor. The supervisor was a trans-female with huge balls and a cock that hung down to her knees. She stood by a large screen with a remote in her hand. \n\nAt the table, the first employee was female, her breasts were so big that they rested on the table and clearly made up %50 of her weight. There was little trails of milk leaking out of her tits. \n\nThe 2nd and 3rd employee were male and female, the male sitting down at the table and the 1st female sitting down on his cock, occasionally moving her hips up and down on his cock while focusing her attention to the screen, the male on the other hand had trouble focusing.\n\nShe took her seat next to the 3rd female who had raven black hair and seemed rather bored to be there and looked onward to the screen. The supervisor spoke up “We’re all here” “I’ll go around the table and introduce everyone starting with myself and then you will tell us a bit about yourself.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Scenarios involving both pee and incest
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"content": "Incest isn't *really* my cup of tea, so apologies if these sort of miss the appeal of it, but lets see what I can do for you.\n\n\n\n\n - Your sister has a medical condition where she can't pee unless she's cumming, so it's your responsibility to fuck the piss out of her every day.\n\n - They say the tears of a princess can cure any illness. The prince, her brother, has returned from battle, grievously injured, but she can't get herself to cry, so she wonders if other bodily fluids will have the same effects. \n\n - A bunny girl, in the middle of a giant orgy of all her bunny siblings, desperately need to pee. Can she get to the edge of the pile of bodies, and find a bathroom, without getting delayed and leaving a big embarassing puddle?\n\n - A cutting edge sex bot shows off all her new human-like features to her older, less advanced siblings. She breathes! She has human-like flesh! And she even goes to the bathroom! They're excited to put her through her paces.\n\n - **[CW: ABUSE]** \"I made you, I'll do whatever the fuck I want to you! If I say you're a toilet, you're a fucking toilet!\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Any perverted bi guys for my creative fraternity roleplay?
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"content": "Hi,\n\nThanks for posting in /r/DirtyWritingPrompts. Unfortunately, your submission was removed for the following reason(s):\n\n> * **PMS/PERSONAL COMMUNICATION/PARTNER SEEKING:** Asking for PMs is not allowed. All information necessary for the prompt must be mentioned in the post itself. Similarly, asking for or giving personal communication information is not allowed. Also, looking for roleplaying partners or long term writing partners is not allowed.\n\n\n\nWe hope this won't discourage you from posting in /r/DirtyWritingPrompts in the future. If you feel your submission was wrongly removed or if you have any questions or comments, feel free to message the moderators through the link in the sidebar.\n\nThank you"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She liked being a wingman for her guy friends. She liked when she could join them in threesomes she helped pull, and she even liked giving them consolatory blowjobs if they ended the night empty-handed. Really, she just liked her friends, and she just liked sex.
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"content": "Christina was right where she wanted to be, face down in this bottom heavy blonde and ass up with her buddy Taylor hammering at her doggy style. She had been fervently tonguing away at Blondie's fat pussy lips when suddenly she pulled her head up and started grunting with a \"gnung\" kind of throat sound. Then the orgasm rushed through her. For the first twenty seconds she stayed up growling, but feel crashing into Blondie, her nose sort of landing near Blondie's belly button. Blondie shifted from under Christina and then rolled her off her to lay down next to the base of the bed where Taylor's dick was waiting for her. \n\nIt was missionary-ish with Taylor standing at the foot of the bed and inserting his dick into this blonde, whose name he didn't know, while her legs were lifted enough that her knees were up near her armpits. Her finger tips were at at her clit and she only lasted a couple minutes before \"yis, yis, yissing her way to get own climax. Taylor kept thrusting at her until Christina started hearing his breath become shallow she lurched up turned around went beside blondie, and tested get right arm towards Taylor's dick. She gently pulled him out of her and towards Christina's own mouth. She sucked his tip while stroking his shaft with her tiny hands until she felt his dick tunnel bulge and then give way. A torrent of cum burst into her mouth and she collected it until she felt a firm tung on her hair lead her head to Blondie's lips, which meet hers. They immediately began tongue sharing Taylor's cum and then swallowing it. Christina then pulled her signature move: she encircled the base of his cock and tugged up to the head, pushing one more small pearly white sphere to the top of Taylor's head. Blondie leaned forward and licked it off, then fell back into her bed.\n\n\"Thank you guys so much. That was amazing,\" Blondie said. Taylor and Christina could only see her chin, pussy, sand nice thick ass from their position, as they were already getting dressed. Taylor said, \"you were awesome, have a good night,\" as he put his left arm through his studded and painted leather jacket. And he and Christina left Blondie to her studio apartment and walked to Christina's can in the parking lot.\n\nTaylor was the last of her friends to keep his punk rock look. His six inch tall mohawk fanned back to the base of his skull. Christina liked that it still likes good on him, and understood that even for him it's days were numbered. They got into the old Astrovan, and she turned the key, heading back to her house.\n\n\"Man, her ass was-\" Taylor started.\n\n\"God damn incredible,\" Christina squealed.\n\n\"Her tits weren't as nice as yours, though.\"\n\n\"That's awesome, because they were really nice. Great dick work, by the way. I haven't cum that hard in a while,\" Christina mused then caught herself, \"don't tell the other guys, though. I don't want it to me a competition.\"\n\n\"Don't worry, we don't talk about it.\"\n\n\"Good. I'm a lady after all.\"\n\nThey both shared a really good laugh at that. Christina was a lady, but she was anything but, too. She and her now 5 man crew were originally a punk rock crew that had grown up together. She was the ultimate wingman for all of them. That was her role. Mostly they'd outgrown the punk rock stereotypes, but the basics would always be there. She was aromantic, but extremely sexual; they were hopeless romantics prone to catching feelings. \n\nShe started wing meaning for them several years back. She realized you can't keep a punk boy from catching feelings, but you could redirect those feelings to another pussy if it was right there in bed with you. So she started helping them score with adventurous girls who wanted to have a threesome. And it worked out well then, it was still working now, but Christina saw where the future was headed and knew she had to work hard to hedge her bets to keep a good thing going. She pulled into her drive way, put the van in park, twisted the keys out of the ignition and tossed them to Taylor.\n\n\"Have it back by Friday.\"\n\n\"Yes ma'am.\"\n\n\"What do you need it for anyways. You're not driving anyone around are you?\"\n\n\"Oh hell no, I've cum too many times in those seats to not make that weird. I'm just hauling stuff.\"\n\n\"Alright, see you Friday.\"\n\n\"Later,\" said Taylor and Christina left him to enter her house. One out of four complete, three to go, and then whatever surprise they had cooked up for her 28th birthday on Friday."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Scavenging an abandoned alien world, your team comes across a sex shop. Their race may be gone, but their lovebots and sentient sex toys are still very much alive...
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"content": "*Not so much a ranchy scene, just some risque themes*\n\nMoans and gasps echoed off the abandoned streets. A haunting sound, bravo team was immediately set on edge.\n\n\"Kip, anything on radar?\" Sarge asked.\n\n\"No sir, nothing alive 'cept us.\"\n\n\"Keep eyes out, no dropping your guard.\"\n\nThe team took tentative steps forward. Expecting the whole city to be desolate and empty, these sounds endowed awful anxiety in each member.\n\nMaking their way farther down the street, the moaning grew louder and more distinct. There was a strange language being uttered between each moan, and an occasional high pitched scream before it would start up again.\n\n\"Sarge, up ahead,\" Owl said perched a top a collapsed building. Her eyes were always alert and could spot anything out to 200 yards. \"Looks like a building still has power. Buncha neon tubes.\"\n\n\"Alright, keep me updated.\"\n\nPicking through the rubble, the team scanned through the dilapidated homes and businesses that once bustled with life. Now there was sand, rusted steel and crumbling concrete. Only a faint reminder of the old inhabitants survived in faded graffiti and signage. The language had long since died, so Bravo could only guess at their meaning.\n\n\"Spotted something,\" Owl chirped. \"Looks like... I'll be...\"\n\n\"Owl?\" Sarge barked. \"Owl, words please.\"\n\n\"Uh, sorry Sarge. It's just, it looks like... looks like a sex shop.\"\n\n\"Sex shop? Had a lot of experience with those, Feathers?\" Doc chimed in.\n\nOwl shrugged. \"Didn't need to, was busy with the real thing.\"\n\nChuckles washed through the group.\n\n\"Sarge, think we should take a look?\" Kip said.\n\n\"Why, looking to score some alien nudie mags?\" Owl teased. Doc snickered.\n\n\"Shut up both of you. If the place still has power, might be a good place to find batteries and such. Rex you keep overwatch with Owl. Kip, Doc, on me.\"\n\nRex scrambled up a small smashed pavilion, setting their heavy mounted turret. Owl landed gracefully next to them, her pin rifle trained further up the street.\n\n\"Rex and I are good to go, nothing in sight.\"\n\n\"Heard. Alright, you two let's go.\"\n\nInching forward, the three of them listened to the moaning grow more impassioned and desperate before leading to a seemingly delighted scream.\n\nAhead they finally saw the building Owl had pointed out, a small shop lit up with purple tube lights. More indecipherable alien script scrawled across the entrance, as well as a animated display depicting two of the long dead aliens partaking of each other.\n\n\"Well, no mistaking that,\" Kip spoke up.\n\n\"Stay on target, find any power sources then get out,\" Sarge said. \"And no souvenirs. We don't need a repeat of last time.\"\n\n\"Yah, Kip. Took me a month to grow my hair back out,\" Owl chided.\n\n\"And I said I was sorry!\"\n\n\"Stop it you two. Settle your little squabble later.\"\n\nA door still stood in the sex shop's front. Big clear windows showed off all sorts of devices and toys, and what might be described as lingerie.\n\n\"You sure no souvenirs, Sarge? Kip's practically drooling,\" Doc said.\n\n\"Jeez Kip, you perv. Thought you just drooled over me,\" Owl remarked.\n\n\"Now hold on-\"\n\n\"Quiet!\" Sarge croaked, and the whole team went silent. \"Movement inside\" he mouthed.\n\nShouldering their weapons, Doc and Kip took either side.\n\n\"On three,\" Sarge said silently.\n\nOne\n\nTwo\n\nThree\n\nWith a swift kick, Sarge knocked the door in.\n\nFlashlights blazing, the charged in, checking corners, weapons ready.\n\nThe interior was surprisingly clean. No dust or debris littered the floor, and purple lights lit up the interior.\n\nSure enough, there were shelves and shelves, lined with all sorts of strange devices and toys.\n\nThe moaning that had been playing on and on didn't stop, and soon they found its source: two vaguely humanoid androids partaking of each other just as the animated display had suggested.\n\nThey didn't stop or even slow at the arrival of their new audience. Instead they continued on in much the same way humans might.\n\n\"Careful there bug eyes, don't forget to pick your jaw up off the floor,\" Doc teased.\n\n\"What do ya'll see in there, for, ya know curiosity's sake?\" Owl spoke up.\n\n\"Well, we uh-\" Kip stammered.\n\n\"There's two sex bots going at it and Kip's sure got a hard on,\" Doc cut in.\n\n\"Heh, nice. Make sure you get pictures, that's gonna be a keeper.\"\n\n\"Already did,\" Doc snickered.\n\n\"Bravo, stay focused,\" Sarge barked. Still need to find whatever's powering this place. Then... you can get your souvenirs.\"\n\n\"Oh thank you sir! I mean, of course, mission first,\" Kip said.\n\n\"Ah sick, Doc make sure you get me and Rex something,\" Owl chimed in.\n\n\"You got it Feathers.\"\n\nThe three of them stepped gingerly through the racks of items. Flashing lights and screens running pornos on mute lit their path to the back. A few silicon dolls stood across the back wall, modeling skimpy outfits or strap ons.\n\nNear the back, Sarge readied the three of them to clear the next room.\n\nAnother count of three, and they pushed into a long hall lined with doors. A faint musty odor permeated from each, with a few leading to small rooms.\n\n\"Oh, boy wish you could see this, Feathers. They even got some 'dressing rooms' for you to try on the merchandise,\" Doc said. \"Still can see that 'customer satisfaction' all over the walls.\"\n\n\"Heh, gross. Need to watch that on the feed back on the ship.\"\n\nAt the far end of the hall was another door. This led into an office space, though most of the paper work had disintegrated. Some type of desktop still sat on the sheet metal desk, but whether it still worked was beyond them.\n\n\"Hey, now you can search up all the alien puss you want, Kip,\" Doc prodded.\n\n\"Pssh, shut up,\" Kip laughed.\n\n\"Can it you two,\" Sarge barked.\n\nA door in the opposite wall led outside, a small window letting in the sunlight.\n\n\"Should be just outside,\" Sarge said. \"Shouldn't be much longer, then we can leave.\"\n\nThey cleared through the door, finding an open area leading to the alleyway. Sitting in a corner was a generator of some sort, whirring away, plugged into the building.\n\n\"Jack pot,\" Doc said. \"Rex, you'll have fun with this one.\"\n\nAn hour later, they had the generator and a few other 'treasures' loaded up in the gravity cart, headed back to the ship.\n\nAs Bravo team maybe their way out, Owl sidled up to Kip.\n\n\"So Kippy, you find anything fun?\" She said.\n\n\"Oh just a few toys, alien nudie mags, and two sex bots. Might be a time.\"\n\n\"Good, meet me in my cabin when we get back and we might try them out.\" Owl gave him a sly side glance before dashing up to Doc to watch his feed.\n\nMeet her in her cabin... hoboy, tonight's gonna be fun."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A Seduction Story… 200 Words or Less
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"content": "Last week my RA left the door open when he went to class. I sat there on my couch and watched his girlfriend dancing thru both of our open doors. Sing to me Otis she said and These Arms of Mine filled the dorm as she mesmerizingly danced around the room. She moved her index finger in a come here motion, beckoning me across the hall. Connors gone she mouthed. I wanted to. Badly. I wanted to be in that room with her and dance to Otis Redding records and hold her and laugh. She was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. But Connor was also the biggest (and meanest) guy I had ever seen so I said no. But I haven’t stopped thinking about it. Tonight I can see her in the candlelight thru the door in lacy black underwear and a Cure T dancing again. Come over she whispered, Connor is gone for the weekend. God damn what would that be like? The snow was falling heavily now and everyone was gone. We were the only two people left on earth. Come here she mouthed. What would it be like? Only one way to find out."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] FutaSub
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"content": "A submissive futa is revealed to be merely \"passing\" as a normal Futa, she is a full \"sacred androgen\" hermaphrodite and must be married to a young God or goddess as their concubine and high-priestess. Much drama, hilarity, and fucking ensue in this polyamorous rom-com when a magical mix-up causes her betrothal to seven different gods and goddesses at the same time, along with three other sacred androgen hermaphrodites, one of which presents as a male rather than female due to having a massive cock and relatively flat breasts."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Everytime you enter a new room, you have to flash your breasts at least once before leaving.
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"content": "I'm an optimist. I always try to see the bright side to every situation. Sure, it wasn't ideal when my ex-girlfriend cursed me, but it's had some nice knock-on effects. Since I've had to avoid rooms, my tan's looking great. I'm a lifeguard in the summer, and I run a nice little food stand when I can. For a year or two there, I'd even backpack down to South America for winter so I could keep it going. Really, what more could a woman in her twenties ask for? I wasn't ready to settle down and didn't have to! Sure, I'd had some *awkward* encounters, but nothing unbearable. I was making it work.\n\nWhen I had to move up North in the winter, things got *dicey.*\n\nI was excited to live with my friends again - it was a great time, and it was for our start-up! How could it be better? Well, we *could* be living in different apartments, for one. That would be nice. Mark and Hawthorn were great guys, some of my best friends since I was a tomboy teen running around and kicking their butts at Quake, but they were *guys.* I told them my predicament and they... \"understood.\" Sure, the idea of a curse was absurd. Hawthorn was sure it was hypnosis, and Mark thought it was a nervous breakdown. It's *real*, though.\n\nThat was made no more obvious than when I marched into our joint coding room in my shorts and tank top, rolled it up to my neck, stood there for the usual thirty seconds with my tits on full display, and was immediately confronted with the question on everyone's minds:\n\n\"*Jesus,* Jenks,\" Gasped Mark from his desk, \"What the *fuck*?\"\n\n\"I told you,\" I shot back, \"I gotta show my tits whenever I walk into a new room.\"\n\n\"That doesn't *begin* to make sense. You just walk into a room and have to flash us?\"\n\n\"Yep,\" I said, pulling up the concept art I'd been working on the day before, \"Every time.\"\n\n\"You're *really* standing by this curse bullshit? I thought that was just because you thought Dan was cute!\"\n\nI rolled my eyes, but said nothing. Mark was always a bit of a prick, but he was like my brother. Bet that's why he was freaking out so damn bad whenever he saw my tits. We'd had this talk growing up. Women in my family were *always* well-endowed - it's a curse all its own, really. For me, as the local ginger tomboy girl that had E-cups by sixteen, I can attest. That I suddenly became hormonal kryptonite to my dear friends was a quintessential *bummer.* Now seemed to be no different.\n\nMark gawped every time, and Hawthorn had begun staying *very* scooted under his desk. They did their best, but, really... it's a tiny apartment. I heard them furiously masturbating *constantly.* Well, typically just at night and on free time, but *increasingly* during the work day. After an awkward talk, I got them to agree to not jerk it in the bathroom - the smell lingers more than they'd like to believe.\n\nI became suspicious around the time that they started talking about layout changes. Sure, our workroom was tiny, but when they suggested I have my own room for art and music, well... things felt *off.*\n\n\"But we work well in the same room,\" I said, wearing that same tank-top - it might've been Seattle, but even in fall, the workroom computers kept it *hot.*\n\n\"We just think that it might be nice if you could do your own thing.\"\n\n\"But I'd be taking Hawthorn's room.\"\n\n\"I don't mind sharing with Mark - we did it in college.\"\n\n\"But you don't *have to,* now.\"\n\n\"C'mon, Jenks,\" Said Mark, with that half-whine he so often did when he was serious. \"Give it a shot? Just for a few days?\"\n\nSo I did. They must've called me into the room a dozen times a day from then on. I began walking in with my top rolled up from the time I left my office to theirs - I don't have to stop for the full thirty if I keep it up the whole way. Slowly, the comments started.\n\n\"Hey Jenks, ever think of getting your nipples pierced?\"\n\n\"Hey Jenks, I like your tan lines a lot. Just get that from being a lifeguard?\"\n\n\"Hey Jenks, does this ever happen with your ass? Do you have to flash that?\"\n\nI should've been bothered, but these were my *brothers.* Long story short: yes; yes; no. Hawthorn gave me forty bucks to get pierced, which I said I'd think about.\n\nIn had been a month when the next \"meeting\" arose.\n\n\"It would be great for morale.\" Mark fired off.\n\n\"Me showing my tits off isn't enough?\"\n\n\"Well, sure, it is, but it could be *better.*\"\n\n\"Man, I don't even wear *shirts* around here anymore. What do you want?\"\n\nI crossed my arms under my tits to highlight the fact. I had a couple of studs in each, now, with little faux-emerald gemstones in them. I thought it spoke to my mom's Irish heritage and really brought out the green in my eyes. This came to a resounding \"uh-huh.\"\n\n\"It's also a distraction.\"\n\n\"A distraction that you can help with,\" Chimed Hawthorn.\n\n\"You're asking me to *suck you off* twice a day.\"\n\n\"Well,\" Said Mark, \"You've been saying that your work is going slow.\"\n\n\"This would alleviate that,\" Added Hawthorn.\n\n\"It's me *sucking your cocks!* How is that not *weird?*\"\n\n\"Look, Jenny,\" Hawthorn said, taking to that deeper tone he did when he wanted to sound authoritative (not to mention the first name use - I hadn't been 'Jenny Jenkins' to them in years!). \"This isn't ideal, but so long as this... *curse,* is in play, you need to take responsibility.\"\n\n\"How does that make sense?! I'm not responsible for it!\"\n\n\"It's your body. The buck stops with you.\"\n\nSo it was decided. I'd be sucking them off.\n\n>!Going to write more to this - this is more fun than expected! Edits for typos!!<"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: By the power vested in me I now declare you husband and wife. You may now lock the bride into the free use wall for the duration of the wedding…
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"content": "Thomas looked down at his kneeling bride Samantha. She smiled up at him; she was so beautiful.\r \n\r \nThe pastor cleared his throat, and Thomas blushed. Reaching down, he unbuckled the pink collar from around her neck and handed it to her father as a symbol that she was no longer \"his little princess\". Thomas accepted the black leather collar resting on a cushion held by his best man and buckled it around Samantha's pale neck.\r \n\r \nShe beamed.\r \n\r \nThe pastor nodded in approval. \"By the power vested in me I now declare you husband and wife. You may now lock your bride into the free use wall for the duration of the wedding.\"\r \n\r \nThis was the part of the ceremony he was not quite so comfortable with. Samantha had scolded him when he first learned about it.\r \n\r \n\"Look,\" she had said. \"Different people have different ways. My family has certain beliefs and traditions. When we got engaged, that told me you love me and accepted me and my beliefs. On our wedding day I not only will be your wife but your property.\"\r \n\r \nThomas sighed. He smiled uncertainly and helped Samantha to her feet. They made their way across the lawn to a tall wall erected on a platform. The wall had openings for her head and wrists; Samantha took up position and slipped her hands and head through the holes. He secured black leather cuffs around her ankles and attached them to rings on the platform; similarly, cuffs secured her wrists in place. A sliding panel padded with leather lowered in place to keep her from removing her head. Finally, Thomas bunched her dress up and secured it with a clip exposing her bare bottom and stockinged legs.\r \n\r \nHis biggest fear had been that he would be unable to perform but seeing his wife like this aroused him. Unzipping his pants, Thomas removed his eager cock. The guests cheered as he gripped Samantha's waist. To his surprise, she was moist and accepted him easily. In minutes, he groaned and filled her with his seed.\r \n\r \nThe guests cheered and held up champagne filled glasses.\r \n\r \nNext came the groomsmen. Then the other male guests. For the next two hours his wife was used over and over. A pool of cum formed between her legs on the platform. Some men used her more than once.\r \n\r \nThomas mingled with Samantha's family and the guests. No one seemed to find the whole thing bizarre.\r \n\r \n\"I remember our wedding,\" Samantha's mother laughed and nudged her husband. She too wore a black collar. \"I think you took me three times.\"\r \n\r \nSamantha's father laughed. \"Only twice.\"\r \n\r \nA chiming filled the air, and everyone turned to see the pastor. Thomas swallowed. It was time for the closing.\r \n\r \nA brazier had been setup next to the wall from which a metal rod extended.\r \n\r \nThomas came over.\r \n\r \nThe pastor nodded solemnly. \"You have taken Samantha as your wife and slave. You have shared her with those that you care about and who care about you. From here on, let no man or woman touch her save you. And to let the world know that she is yours for eternity, you may place your mark upon her.\"\r \n\r \nThomas took a deep breath and removed the glowing brand from the brazier. The end was in shape of his initials. Swallowing, he pressed the brand hard against Samantha's buttock.\r \n\r \nShe shrieked in agony and struggled against her bonds. A dark angry brand decorated her bottom. Samantha sobbed in her bonds as Thomas released her.\r \n\r \nThat night he walked into the bathroom of the suite they had rented for the evening to find her naked except for the collar. She was inspecting the brand with a proud smile.\r \n\r \n\"I love you so much,\" she exclaimed.\r \n\r \n\"I love you too,\" he answered and pulled her into his arms.\r \n\r \n\"Even with my weird quirks and family?\"\r \n\r \n\"Yeah,\" he laughed. \"Quirks and all.\"\r \n\r \nSamantha looked up at him with adoration. \"I am yours. Body, heart, and soul.\" She stood on tiptoes and kissed him. \"I belong to you now.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Ever since her friend best her that her could make her come by playing with her huge tits, she's gotten increasingly hooked on it, and her climaxes even seen to be getting better and better....
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"content": "After spending a year in a somewhat free use situation with two guys, she was done with dudes for a while. Not that she didn't love it, but Jamie wanted some time to concentrate on herself and what she wanted. She was about to turn 29 and that meant it was time to think about settling down, making her parents happy and marrying a boring dude to have that middle class reaching for upper middle class life song and dance.\n\nThat's how she got mixed up with Shannon. Shannon was a repressed girl from a really conservative background. Shannon was a 5'5\" redhead, with this awful hair helmet haircut. She was so repressed. Like Jamie thought she was probably the type of woman who had fucked one dude in college and never recovered, but the reality was so much weirder. First off, Shannon was raised in one of these communities where men were always right, and what they wanted was always right and so women had to do whatever the man in their immediate area wanted. Second, she was raised to believe that pussy was blamed for everything, and an intact hymen was the only thing that could keep a woman or of trouble.\n\nSo the women in Shannon's faith group got creative. Butts took care of men who weren't their husbands because no man in that community would admit to something that taboo. But masturbation got crazy. See, you can't be in a community and not believe that shit or at the very least, want to ward against it in case it's true. So the women folk developed a form of tits only masturbation. \n\nNow, even though Shannon left her religion behind, she still masturbated like that. Jamie learned this when Shannon rudely barged into her room one night while she was wanding away at herself. The combination of moans and loud vibrations made Shannon think Jamie got caught in a belt sander or some shit.\n\nBut she walked in and instead of being disgusted or judgemental like Jamie expected, she simply said, \"if I had those big honking tits, I'd never stop using 'em.\"\n\nFor the record, they were F cup. Not double D. Not G. F. And they were full and heavy. Her pert toned ass was what prevented her from being top heavy, and it was on full display with her feet a few inches off the bed. The only thing covering her pussy was that vibrating wand. Her long blonde curly hair was fanned out across the bed behind her. \n\nBy contrast, Shannon's red hair helmet was in it's standard frumpy ass order. Her big ass definitely looked good on her tiny titted body. She peeled her shirt off, then unfastened her bra and the it on the ground.\n\nShannon sat down. Gripped her maybe b-cup tits tugged her nipples taught, have them a slight twist, and moaned. \"Like this, then...\" She took her hands off her tits and started a mid tempo rhythm, one breast at a pulling it taught, then twist. Within 5 minutes she was panting, moaning and whispering \"Oh, goodness, oh goodness\" and on the last stroke, she gripped and twisted them both and made a \"grunguh\" grunt. And then say there with her mouth open and her eyes wide for the better part of a minute. She came out of it, pulled her sweat pants down to her knees and showed all the wetness collected by her white grant panties. It was enough fluid that Jamie could easily make out her red bush underneath. \"See? It contains the mess. Usually I do it on the potty, but nothing wrong with a little pussy juice in the panties. Now you try.\n\nJamie made the attempt, but couldn't get the pull right because her tits were huge proportionately to get hands. Shannon laughed and said she'd been doing it for a long time. \"Can I try? I've always wanted a big set myself.\"\n\nJamie was intrigued. She might not use it on the regular, but getting off from just your tits was a pretty amazing trick to pull out when you're bored. She sat up and Shannon pulled in behind her. Even with her proportionally larger hands, it took Shannon a minute to get the grip right. But once she did? Once she did? Jamie wished she'd put her panties back on. Or gotten a towel. It was quite a wet spot on her bed.\n\nJamie almost immediately feel asleep. Woke up the next day. Went to work. And the whole time she was thinking about trying again that night. When she got home she kept trying but couldn't get it. She found herself knocking on Shannon's door, topless. Shannon answered, saw Jamie's massive breasts and hardened nipples and smiled. \"Another lesson? You're lucky these are so fun.\" After tugging Jamie to competition, Jamie asked, \"so like, have you ever done this with another girl before?\"\n\nShannon said, \"a couple times growing up. If you're a teenager it's tolerated by the grown ups, because it's a learning time. But once you turn 18 it's not lady like and you're expected to act grown.\"\n\nJamie was a little worried, \"I'm not... Making you uncomfortable am I?\"\n\nShannon blushed a little, \"I left the church a year ago, but some stuff is file under 'old habits die hard.' Your boobies are fun, though. I like giving them a tug.\"\n\nJamie hasn't heard anyone call her tits 'boobies' in a decade. She kind of liked it. \"Look, I'm just coming out of a... Thing with some guys because I'm growing up. I'm not supposed to be messing around with any guys so... For me it's girls or self love for at least the rest of the year. So... Maybe you can teach me on you while you keep me satiated?\"\n\nShannon thought about it. \"Well, I know that my life is messed up enough right now that I'm not going to meet a husband any time soon, and... I might get a little in my own head from time to time, but... Yeah, I think that'll work. So... I'm ready it's easier if you come in behind.\"\n\nAnd Jamie turned out to be an acceptable student. Not great. Shannon was way more efficient on herself but there was a luxury in not doing it yourself that Shannon wouldn't trade for the world.\n\nAnd that was life for about a year. Eventually they started to incorporate more sapphic elements into it as they became close friends. As the friendliness increased, they started doing it for feeling, not just as a quicker, more efficient way to kill an urge. The torrential flooding of their pussies started becoming an issue. Eventually, they did it while showering simply to fit out the mess all together.\n\nJamie did eventually learn to perform the technique on herself. Shannon didn't want to stop the sapphic aspect of their friendship, though, and instead they decided to expand it. Jamie taught Shannon how to perform oral on a woman and hope to be a better kisser. \n\nBy the time that the lease was about to lapse, they decided to move in to another apartment. And to share a bedroom so they could sublet to another roommate. After all, it's not like they'd been using more than that for over 8 months."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You didn’t mind the plugs, the restraints, or even the gag, but them inviting their friends over was certainly asking a bit much.
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"content": "The walls were pink. The music was quiet. The light shined bright through the window and completely lit up Emma's face. Her walls were completely filled with knicks and knacks, slathering her personality all over them. She had mounted floating shelves on her walls, they were a bright white and were layered in a zigzag pattern. Although chaotic one may be to look at, as a whole they were perfectly symmetrical, and pleasing to the eye. Some had stuffed bears, pandas, monkeys. Others had Funko Pop's of Marvel characters, Anime characters, and some just had regular old books, although regular they were anything but, to Emma. She adored them, and had them arranged as perfectly as she could get them. They were certainly a spectacle considering the minimal space to work with.\n\nCurrently she was laying on her bed, legs on her pillow and head barely dangling off the foot. She was wearing tightly fitted yoga shorts, the choice she often used for pajamas, and a loosely fitted v-neck. She never wore it in public, due to its extreme cleavage, so it too was normally just used as pajamas.\n\n\"You haven't lived until you've had Rex inside you, his knot I swear to god..... Has made me cum more times than all the people I've been with combined.\" Said a voice to Emma's left. As she turned her head, she could see the wiggling toes of her best friend Julie, who had reminisce all over her smiling face. She was of course talking about her new best friend Rex, a German Shepard dildo she got from Bad Dragon. She was very stealthy to obtain it without her mom finding out. Her mom wasn't strict, but she also didn't know how slutty Julie could be.\n\n\"Sounds like you just haven't been with a good enough guy.\" Emma promptly replied. She didn't understand most of what Julie's sex talk was supposed to feel like, or really what it meant. But she never stopped her, she always let her go on, and even sometimes she would allow herself to become slightly aroused by it. It was the closest she's ever been to sex.\n\n\"Oh that's bullshit and you know it, I've been with plenty of great guys. Oh Shawn...... Now he was something. I mean his dick was big, but not too big, and just long enough that it didn't feel like he was stabbing me you know? Of yeah, of course you don't.\" This got her an eye roll from Emma.\n\n\"But he also just knew what he was doing, really felt me up in such a gentle yet dominant way. He was in charge, and I was his. God that was wonderful.\" Her eyes were looking upward toward Emma's wall, clearly in thought.\n\n\"Until he showed what's-her-face and even better time.\" Emma responded sharply. She was probably even more mad at Shawn than Julie was. She considered him lucky he switched schools.\n\n\"Yeah he was a jackass, but god did he feel good. But still he was nothing compared to my little Rex. I swear you've got to feel him.\" She whined shortly. She's been begging Emma to ride her toy ever since she got it. She said she felt really bad that Emma had never experienced anything like it, and wanted to share the feeling. It was definitely an offer Emma wanted to take her up on, as she's only used her fingers before and was very very bored by now. But she felt so embarrassed by just the thought, and nothing Julie said made a difference.\n\n\"Just take him for a day. And if you like him, which you will, I'll even let you use him for the rest of the week. Bob can keep me satisfied for now. And then we'll just share him, what is so embarrassing about that? If anything its kinda sweet and special. We're best friends, always have been. And now we have a super duper cute hobby we share. Even better, a dick we share.\" Many sighs and 'tsks' were let out by Emma during the speech, and her eyes had rolled more than a happy cat.\n\n\"It's just too weird, I'm sorry. I don't love you any less, but I just can't do that.\" Her heart dipped slightly when she said it. She did want to use it, and badly. But even worse, she didn't want to let Julie down. But she always did.\n\n\"Y-you love me!? What a confession, now you have to try it!\" Julie exclaimed as she tackled Emma on her bed, pinning her down and placing a long, obviously teasingly passionate kiss on her lips, moaning and everything. It remained for about thirty seconds as her futile struggles were abided by Julies freakishly strong arms.\n\n\"What the hell Julie!? You can't just do that. Fucking jesus, your disgusting!\" Rambling as she was let free, Emma punched Julies arm and tried to wipe her lips.\n\n\"Well that's not very nice! For your information, I have had an overwhelming amount of positive feedback of my kissing. So you can just be honest and admit you liked it.\" She replied, getting up and walking around the room, chuckling.\n\n\"The kiss was fine. The fact it was from you wasn't. Did you really thing THAT would get me to fuck your stupid toy!\" She snapped somewhat quietly, hoping her mom couldn't hear. Secretly, she did really like the kiss, but she knew it was a joke, and not normal, and so she had to act the part. Even so, she didn't have feelings for Julie, she actually had feelings for someone else, but she still wasn't fully repulsed by her either. And she still really wanted to fuck that toy.\n\n\"Hey, calm down. It was just a joke. Didn't know you had such a hatred for kissing.\" Julie said, still smiling. \"Wait a minute. Was that your first kiss!?\" Her eyes were wide in shock, and her mouth was open in a smile. She was loving this.\n\n\"No it wasn't my first kiss. Didn't I tell you it was Tommy in the fourth grade?\" She asked with annoyance. But truth be told, it was her first kiss since then. But even so, it wasn't why she was uncomfortable.\n\nHer eyes immediately looked down, dejected. \"Damn. Well that would've been cool.\"\n\n\"It sure would've been.\" She gave Julies arm a hug, and smiled at her. \"But unfortunately your a few years late bud.\"\n\nShe looked up at her. Her heart was pounding. Was she even considering this? Emma chewed her lip, looked up, and asked, \"Fine. If it'll finally make you happy. Would you let me use your special doggy fuck toy?\" Julies eyes were sparkling.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n**Sorry there was no tying up in this chapter, but I wanted to lay the ground work. This is an old post anyway, but it is a fun prompt! I promise sex of some kind will happen next time, any maybe some wire will be involved!**"
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"content": "[META] There are not really any misgivings in this story, I don't really like aversion as a basis for intimacy. I hope it's still acceptable otherwise.\n\n---\n\nPART 1/2\n\nSomebody knocked on the door. \"Miss Mahe? May I come in?\" \nFae looked up from the first semester reports she was grading, a new task that came with her involvement with the temple as she neared graduation. \n\"Yes, of course. Come in\" she beckoned the visitor. As confidence councelor she had to always keep an eye out for any students that sought guidance. Usually not many took up the offer. \nInto the office stepped Nir, a handsome looking student from a lower semester, no doubt seeking assistance with some average problem. Fae tutored some courses he was in, and learned besides him in some others. \n\"Fae? You're the student counselor?\" Nir exclaimed in surprise, blushing a little at the realization. \n\"So? This is a professional setting Nir, I have to prepare for all my duties at the temple once I graduate. Now, what is you ache?\" \n\"Well, actually.. maybe I'll just go somewhere else and..\" Nir stumbled, awkwardly trying to turn back to the door he just closed before. \n\"Now now, don't be shy. Everything in here stays between you and me. You can tell me all about what's bothering you.\" Fae encouraged him. \n\"Well. You see, it's kind of embarrassing to talk about. Especially to you.\" Nir answered and immediately looked like he didn't mean to say the last sentence out loud. \nFae looked at him with a smirk, \"Especially with me? Is that so? Let's hear your issue, I don't have all day.\" She pointed to the free chair, \"And sit down would you? You'll fall all over yourself fidgeting like that.\" \nAfter sitting down, and audible taking a few breaths to calm down, Nir continued. \"So, I, and.. So I was, like.. You know how..\" \nFae leaned in and cupped his cheek with her hand, forcing him to look at her concerned face, \"What is it?\" *Those rambling never lead to anything good.* \nNir gulped, \"I summoned a succubus.\" \nFae chuckled. \"So what's the problem then? Shouldn't you be off having the time of your life right now?\" \nAn uncomfortable look crossed his face, \"Well, it didn't really work. No girl came to me, but I feel my life force draining, much beyond what I promised in the pact.\" \nFae leaned back and groaned. *Why do I always get the hard cases?* \n\"So, you have not been touched?\" \nNir nodded, \"Yes. No girl came to me.\" \n\"Well then, let's see the pact. I hope you brought it with you. Did you keep strictly within the boundaries of allowed mutations?\" Fae asked, already working through the most common failures of failed succubus bindings in her head. \n\"Yes I have it here,\" Nir handed her the pact. A simple piece of parchment, covered with fine and precise writing and lines. Everything looked in order, except for the odd crooked rune hook, but those shouldn't do any harm. That was when she realized the fatal mistake. \n\"I take it it is a coincidence this succubus you tried to summon fits perfectly to a physical description one might make of me?\" Fae asked. \n\"Of course, you just look alike. Is that a problem?\" Nir answered trying to hide his blushing cheeks by looking down. \n\"Well that's a shame, because it would've made things easier. And it's very important to get the details right with this cleansing, lest you end up with something far worse than a succubus leeching your life away.\" Fae said while glancing at him almost as if over imaginary glasses. \n\"Uhm, so.. I might have..\" Nir stumbled again. \nFae took the short cut. \"You modelled her after me, right?\" \n\"Y-Yes. Kind of.\" Nir cleared his throat. \"Entirely.\" \n\"I'll just take this as a compliment then.\" Fae to felt her cheeks redden the slightest bit, failing to contain the charm she felt at that. *He was ready to sacrifice his life essence for me?\" \n\"You can visit me tonight in my dorm room, I'll have everything prepared for your cleansing of the demon.\" Fae grinned at him, unsupressible excitement for what was to come rising in her, \"You're lucky I'm an up-starting priestess of life.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: After smoking a Marijuana all inhibitions were gone.
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"content": "\nREEFER MADNESS SURVIVAL GUIDE\n\nA narrator speaks over grainy footage of a suburban neighborhood,\n\n\"A drug craze is sweeping the nation, and YOUR CHILDREN MAY BE NEXT!\"\n\nThe camera focuses on a trenchcoated drug dealer skulking around the back of a white van.\n\n\"Cannabis, also known as 'marijuana', 'weed', or '420', is the newest communist attack on our youth.\"\n\nThe drug dealer opens the van, revealing several rows of pot plants. He cackles maliciously, and rubs his hands together.\n\nA pair of teenagers walk in from stage left. A boy and a girl. The boy says to the drug dealer, \"Hey mister, whatcha got there?\" The drug dealer says, in a strong Russian accent, \"Hello, kids. I have shipment of lovely plants. Would you like to help me plant these in my garden?\"\n\nThe girl looks at the plants and says, \"I dunno, mister.\"\nThe boy touches one of the plants and says, \"Aw come on Sue We gotta help out our neighbor. these plants smell so nice. What sort of plant are they, mister?\"\n\nThe drug dealer starts to speak, but then the footage pause, and fades to black and white. Red text reading **REEFER SURIVAL TIP 1** covers the screen.\n\nThe narrator resumes: \"The cannabis plant can be recognized by it's seven pointed leaves with jagged edges. Recognizing cannabis is the first step to avoiding it.\"\n\nCut to the drug dealer's garden. The teenagers are working hard, helping to plant the weed in the garden. Johnny says, \"Gee, Sue, this is hard work. And he's not even paying us!\" Sue says, \"Come on, Johnny, don't be a whiner. hard work is good for you!\"\n\nThe drug dealer appears from inside his house, wearing an apron over his trenchcoat. He is carrying a tray of brownies. he calls out to the teens, \"You kids have so helpful. I baked a treat for you!\"\n\nJohnny and sue stand up and brush themselves off. They approach the drug dealer, and Johnny stuffs a brownie in his mouth, \"Fhanks mister! Dese bwownies are delischious!\" Sue picks one up and smells it. She says, \"Say, mister, these smell really nice. Did you add something to the recipe?\"\n\nThe scene freezes once again and fades to black and white. The text **REEFER SURVIVAL TIP 2** appears. The narrator explains, \"Cannabis can come in many forms. It can be rolled into a cigarette and smoked, it can be injected, and it can even be hidden in food! This nasty character has just slipped Johnny a hefty dose of cannabis. Pay attention to how it effects him.\"\n\nCut to inside the drug dealer's house. A large portrait of Lenin dominates one wall. The other wall is covered with a Rastafarian flag and an elaborate chemical lab. Johnny is passed out on the couch, and Sue is desperately fretting over him. He says, \"I'm tired, Sue, just let me rest.\" Sue confronts the drug dealer, \"Mister, mister, what's wrong? Is Johnny going to be okay?\" The drug dealer says, \"Don't worry. Don't worry. Your friend is just tired from working so hard in the garden. Let him nap. I have another thing you might like.\"\n\nSue says, \"Oh, mister, I don't know. I should be getting home. My parents are probably worried sick.\" The drug dealer blocks the door. He says, \"Don't worry. We're all friends here. In fact, I've already called your mother and asked her to come pick you up. Join me for a smoke in the meantime.\" Sue says, \"Momma says I'm too young to smoke.\" The drug dealer laughs, \"What she doesn't know won't hurt her. Come on. I've got plenty.\" Behind the two of them, Johnny has begun to thrash and squirm. He falls off the couch and stumbles to his feet. His eyes are colored a deep red. he lets out an inhuman groan. Sue doesn't notice, as she follows the drug dealer onto the porch. He takes two blunts, lights them and hands one to her. Sue inhales, and coughs, \"Gee, mister, \\*koff\\* this sure is a funny cigar. My dad's cigars don't smell like this at all.\" The drug dealer says, \"it is an acquired taste. Come on. You'll be hooked soon enough.\" He gives an ominous wink to the camera.\n\nJohnny lurches into the kitchen where the others are smoking. He sniffs the air and groans, \"Suuuue.\"\n\nThe scene fades to black and white for a third time, and the text returns: **REEFER SURVIVAL TIP 3**. The narrator explains, \"Cannabis affects the forebrain, the seat of human consciousness. A man suffering from \"reefer madness\" loses the ability to think clearly, to control his baser instincts, and even, eventually, to speak. Repeated cannabis use permanently damages the mind, and leaves one too confused to reject corrupting influences such as communism or homosexuality.\"\n\nCut to the drug dealer's basement. Johnny and Sue are slumped against the wall on a ragged mattress. Their eyes are both dark red, and their clothes are unbuttoned. Johnny sticks one hand into Sue's shirt, and gropes her. The camera pans out, revealing several other teenagers collapsed on the floor in various states of undress, all high on The Reefer.\n\nSue groans in Johnny's ear, \"I'm so horny.\" Johnny reassures her, \"We can't! Not without getting married first.\"\n\nAnother teen staggers towards them, she says, \"if you don't want her, I'll help your girl for you.\" She makes a v-shape with two fingers at puts her tongue through it. Sue crawls toward her, \"I've never been with a girl before!\" She giggles.\n\nJohnny says, \"Sue, we have to get out of here! Something is effecting our minds!\" \n\nSue is already collapsed in the girl's arms. They grope each other and the camera pans up. Smoke dramatically billows from off-screen.\n\nJohnny follows it, to a circle of potheads. They are passing around a bong. The drug dealer is sitting on a small throne. He says, \"Johnny! Welcome. Why don't you join us. The main event is about to start.\" Johnny starts to say \"No! Please, let us go! We're good christians! We're not potheads. There's been some sort of mix-up!\" The pothead sitting next to him takes a huge bong hit and blows smoke in his face. Johnny instantly becomes stoned out of his mind, He chuckles, \"Okay, maybe escaping can wait.\" He sits down, and the pothead on his other side removes his shirt. She begins to massage his chest. Another male pothead approaches him, \"Hey, dude, your girl's goin' down on anyone who asks. You mind if I take her for a spin?\" There is a brief look of confusion on Johnny's face, but it clears, and he says, \"Go ahead, man. I got all the sluts I need over here.\"\n\nThe drug dealer heads upstairs, and locks the basement door behind him. The scene pauses for a final time. This time, the text reads **REEFER KILLS!**\n\nThe narrator says, \"If you encounter cannabis, report it to the police. You could be saving the united states from the specter of communism!\"\n\nThe credits roll."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Cum drunk is less of a temporary state for Mara, and more of a constant state of being.
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"content": "A judge declared her disabled. It was a long embarrassing process. It definitely involved her fucking a court appointed, non-biased 3rd party in a court appointed broom closet, wandering back into the court room wearing nothing below the waist, tripping 3 times over nothing, approaching the bench unsummoned, and asking the judge for more non-biased 3rd party dick. But now \"a persistent state of cum drunkeness,\" described as \"apparent intense inebriation induced via orgasm lasting for longer than a 24 hour period,\" was a legally functional term and could land you on disability.\n\nThe news went nuts. Mara's face; big brown doe eyes under brown bangs, a long thin nose, fat pouty lips, and a slightly recessed chin; was all over the news. Everybody hated her now. Everyone was calling her a whore, a slut, and a tramp. They did it on the internet. They did it to her face. It turned her on a lot, which made staying cum sober nearly impossible.\n\nHer driver's license was revoked, because it was so bad she couldn't be trusted to drive. The whole town literally picketed her house for a few days after the ruling before finding something else to do. Mara, meanwhile had been celebrating the entire time by mashing away at her pussy. She could finally cum without feeling like she was gonna get in trouble. No sitting damp a work wondering if she was going to have to call in tomorrow because she was too wobbly to function. No more wasting money on an Uber because she absolutely had to cum at work, then bring unable to get home. \n\nSo the first day she mashed away at her clit; nothing but big, surface level orgasms. The second day she was using her hairbrush handle so she could have those deep drenching clench and moans. The third day she was so sensitive just pinching her labia together gently would set her off, and so she did that practically all day.\n\nWhen she woke up on the fourth day, though she had finally managed to get her libido under control. She faxed through the day bleary eyed, exhausted, and out of control. On the fifth day she was finally sober and out of food. She showered, shaved, brushed her teeth and got dressed. She considered ordering her groceries, but her name and address were so well known at this point that she was afraid someone would tamper with them.\n\nShe summoned the courage to catch an Uber. Her driver was awful. Her took one look at her in the mirror and said, \"oh shit, it's the local celebrity slut!\"\n\nThat was the introduction. The entire ride felt like an eternity, because all this dude was doing was asking deeply personal questions she felt compelled to answer.\n\n\"Have you ever tried not cumming?\"\n\n\"It's a biological urge, you can't ignore it forever.\"\n\n\"Maybe you could control when you did it?\"\n\n\"Except once you cum once, you've already lost control and don't know when it's coming back.\"\n\n\"So the female orgasm isn't a myth, I always thought it was.\"\n\nMara said nothing. \n\n\"Ever fuck two guys at once?\"\n\n\"Yes, in highschool. They were huge dicks about it afterwards.\"\n\n\"Have you ever tried girls.\"\n\n\"Of course.\"\n\nAnd on and on and on. Once they arrived at the store, this cretin had one last comment, \"well thank God, we're here because otherwise I'd have to pull it out and start cranking. Stay horny,\" and she got it of her car and started walking into the store. That asshole driver was awful, but she felt warmth collecting in her core and knew she'd be a wet mess before long.\n\nShe rushed through the grocery store trying not to sexualize everyone she saw. Fortunately, it was a weekday midmorning, so there were almost no patrons. Unfortunately, a few of the store employees were really hot. The girl stocking the shelves had a fat round ass. The guy at the deli counter had these delicious mutton chop side burns and muscular arms with sleeve tattoos. By the time she got to the pharmacist and his lab coat, she was feeling a little damp, which was only made worse as he watched her pick up a bottle of lube from the shelf and put it in her cart.\n\nOnce she got to check out, the girl behind the conveyer belt, of course, recognized her. \"Oh you're that girl who can't recover after her orgasm. One time I had one that lasted like twelve minutes.\"\n\n\"Hmmmhhhmmm.\"\n\n\"I was cheating on my boyfriend with this guy Rick because my friend Rebecca told me she tried to blow him and he was just too big, so I had to know. And boy I found out!\"\n\n\"Uh-huh?\"\n\n\"You ever put it in your ass? I heard of you put it in your ass you'll just keep going and going, but I only heard it from guys so... Why would I believe that.\"\n\n\"No.\"\n\nThe cashier went on, but all Mara could think about was the growing wet spot in her panties. Was the whole world just going to try and talk her off for the rest of her life? This was too, too, too much. She wanted to just rip her pants off and sit on this cashier's face for a few weeks.\n\n\"Uhh miss, it's $126.34,\" she said like she had said it before.\n\n\"Oh, sorry,\" said Mara as she pulled her card from her purse and plugged her chip into the reader. Like fuck, even the act of inserting something into something was feeling sexual.\n\nMara pulled another Uber. This driver confirmed her name and destination and was silent. He didn't seem mad, just quiet. The soak in her pants was killing her and this dude looked good and if she didn't put her mind in anything else she was going to start pawing at her crotch like an animal. The only thing she could think of was, \"you're the first person today to not either look away or have something to say.\"\n\n\"I guess I was just raised with manners.\"\n\n\"So really, nothing? You're not gonna ask a billion questions or give me your sexual history or something?\"\n\n\"Hadn't planned on it.\"\n\nFuck, Mara already liked this dude, \"shit man, you're making it hard on a girl. I was trying to do anything to avoid wanting to fuck the shit out of you. I tried to last the car ride, but I'm wet as fuck and sick of getting myself off. Ugh, can you help me out when we get to my house? I'm dying here.\"\n\n\"Yeah, I can clock out once you pay. I'll help with your groceries, too.\"\n\nOnce they arrived inside her driver put the freezables in the freezer while Mara was peeling her clothes off. He was half way through getting the fridge stuff in when Mara started tugging at his belt. The situation was kinda hot, but he was only semi hard, so he said \"no foreplay?\"\n\n\"No need.\"\n\n\"I'm not hard yet.\"\n\n\"I have a mouth.\" Mara finally broke his belt free, and had no issue getting his pants undone and around his ankles. She freed his semi-flaccid cock wrapped her hand around the base and said \"oh, I can already tell I'm gonna like it,\" and began enthusiastically but gently sucking at his head while her hand stroked his shaft.\n\nWith a few seconds he was extremely hard. Mara stood up, pressed her hands on the counter and stood on her tippy toes and thrust her ass out as much as she could. \"Take me right here.\"\n\nHe complied and sank his cock into her pussy. She didn't take more than the head before her elbows buckled and she was already cumming. She let out a gasping \"ahhh,\" followed with \"haha, oh more.\" Mara wasn't getting her usual deep down, bunker buster orgasms that she got when she did it herself. These were rapid, but gentle like champagne bubbles. But as her driver continued to thrust, they became slower but deeper until her pussy was quaking. She laid her torso on the counter to help maintain balance and let this man's dick hammer gush after gush out of her until he pulled out. Mara slid down the counter just in time to catch his first spurt across her cheek. The second hot her nose, but she got her lips around his head to suck the remainder down her throat.\n\nOnce he finished, he pulled his pants up, said, \"Thanks, I needed that.\"\n\nMara thought she managed to slur out \"I'llbeherelater... If you'reupfor... Unnnggghhh more,” before he was out the door. The room was spinning though, so she couldn't say for sure."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You've been seeing a dominatrix regularly for over a year when you come across a video online that depicts her giving some lucky soul a less-than-dominant looking blowjob. Afterwards, you become determined to convince your Mistress to replicate the act with you. How successful are your efforts?
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"content": "SLURP, SLURP, SLURP\\~ quietly echos across the acoustically gifted BDSM dungeon of my Mistress.\n\nI know she isn't really getting any stimulation out of this, but she seems so into it I could be convinced otherwise in heartbeat.\n\n\"Oooh yeah, just like that\"\n\n\"You really want to feel cum explode in your mouth, my how eager you are. I never would have guessed you're such a slut\"\n\nYou sloowly pull ought the black, eight inch strap-on, slappng my face couple of times for good measure.\n\n\"Well, guess what slave? That can be arranged! My lucky boy will be all too thrilled try that slutty mouthwhole of yours. Aww, don't want to? Well, of course I won't force anything onto you. We're all free to do as we please. For example, I am free to give this little key him if you don't gulp down his lovely babyamker and then offer him seconds... in your second.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Monster lady convinces her monster husband to use their pet human boy as an incubator for their eggs. He's already a perfect little bed warmer for the cold blooded pair and they'll be able to keep the eggs warm inside him.
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"content": "Ashley the Wanderer is a cybernetic femboy, wandering a scorched and dying landscape, searching for answers about the past. He has a habit of ending up in ridiculous pickles. And ridiculous pickles have a habit of ending up in him.\n\nHe is deep in the sewers under a dead city. He came down here for a good reason, but it's hard to think what it could have been when there are giant crocodile dongs sliding in and out of him. (Right now, there are giant crocodile dongs sliding in and out of him.)\n\nAshley has been captured by mutant dickgirl crocodiles who are trying to impregnate him.\n\nThe biggest of the crocodiles has her enormous claws wrapped around his midsection. Ashley's arms and legs hang limply. She holds him like a pocket pussy and thrusts into him with both her cocks. (She has two cocks.) Maybe she's part snake or something. Ashley calls her Snake-Eyes.\n\nThe croc in his mouth(Ashley decides her name is Fang) just has one dick, but it's a massive one. Ashley's cybernetic jaw can unhinge itself for maintenance, but his throat wasn't designed to take a cock as big around as his leg. Ashley blacks out every time it rams into his carotid artery, then wakes up as she pulls it slowly out of him. There are benefits to having a cybernetic hindbrain that will automatically wake you up in case of danger, but this is definitely not one of them. She thrusts again, and he blacks out again. And again. And again.\n\nHe wakes up, and doesn't immediately black out again. Which is a good start. He tries to take stock of himself. He is full of cum. He is covered in cum. He is sitting in a puddle of cum. He tries to sit up and scrape some of it off. \n\nHe is in some kind of crossroads in the sewer. Several tunnels meet each other here, and dim light trickles down from a grate above. The crocodiles have left him in a nest made from heaps of rubble and bits of soft things. Ashley switches his nose back on for a moment, and immediately switches it back off again. \n\nAcross the room, Fang is lying on her back with her mouth open. A petite silvery robot has its whole upper body inside her mouth, and is busy cleaning her teeth. \n\nAshley's foot slips, knocking something metallic off the nest heap. It clang-clunk-clongs down the side of the pile, and caroms across the floor, ending with a loud splash into a flow of sludge.\n\nFang turns her head in Ashley's direction."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You're the best dungeon designer the realm has ever known. Therefore one can only imagine your surprise when someone asks you to make a BDSM sex dungeon one day.
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"content": "I guess I can try to write something. I wanted to go a bit funny and just a little evil, though maybe it wasn't \"BDSM\" enough? I dunno, but I do hope you enjoy!\n\n\"You want me to build what?\" I asked dumbfounded at the sudden request.\n\n\"I want you to build me a dungeon,\" the man replied as if he asked the exact same question twice and I didn't hear him. \"I can pay handsomely.\"\n\nI looked at the large bag of coins he placed on the counter, then I looked back up at him. He just stared at me with a glint in his eyes as if begging me without saying a single word. It was the longest I had ever wondered what was going through the mind of another. \n\n\"You didn't just ask me to build a dungeon, you asked me to build a dungeon with things that strip people, use whips and chains to punish the 'naughty' ones, stick things in places I don't even want to repeat, and get their feet in an quote-unquote, 'suckable position,' whatever that means.\"\n\n\"YES!\" the man cried out in glee.\n\n\"May I ask why?\" I replied. \"Are you trying to humiliate some adventurers? Or are you trying to punish your own minions? Explain this here?\"\n\n\"I thought this process would a no questions asked deal?\" the man replied.\n\nI let out a sigh. Normally that would be the deal no matter what, but in this case I felt it was my civic duty to find what the hell was going on in his mind. I scratched my beard and urged him over using my fingers.\n\n\"I will take ten-percent off my asking price if you give me the low-down,\" I replied.\n\n\"Make it twenty-five,\" he answered quickly.\n\n\"I will make it fifteen,\" I replied just as quickly.\n\n\"Twenty,\" he answered.\n\n\"Sure, twenty-percent off.\"\n\nThe man stood and tugged at his long scraggly beard. He was an old man, kind of ugly with a big nose, a balding head and crazy eyes. He wore the red robes of a wizard and had a pointy hat though that seemed to be more for show than anything wizard-like. In all honesty he wouldn't have looked out of place as a homeless person.\n\n\"Let me tell you a story, going back about twenty years ago,\" the man said whilst scratching his pudgy belly. \"There was a baby left at my doorstep, a pretty little girl with a note saying how the parents heard I was a great wizard and so she could have a great life.\"\n\nI nodded calmly.\n\n\"Anyway I loved this girl like my own and even trained her in the art of wizardry,\" he smiled wistfully, \"I was truly blessed to have such a lovely apprentice, but then one day, around a couple of years ago I noticed something about her. She grew up to be one sexy thing!\"\n\nOh god, where was this going?\n\n\"She has also gotten so rebellious in recent years! I think it might have something to do with the current music scene personally, you know the rocks and the rolls? I miss the good old days of proper music.\"\n\nI started to drone out his rant and instead doodle in my sketch-book.\n\n\"Anyway! That is unimportant. The point of the story is that I kept inviting her to my bedchamber, or the bath, or just anywhere else really and she kept turning me down! So rebellious. Then one day when I was sifting through her dirty washing looking for undergarments or the like I figured why not just cut out the middle-man and get myself a dungeon filled to the brim with traps of that nature!\"\n\nThis guy is a goddamn travesty!\n\n\"Anyway,\" the guy said lifting up his own sketchbook when a picture slipped out of the bottom. \"Ah!\"\n\nI reached down and picked up the picture to find the image of a beautiful raven-haired girl on it. I was taken aback for a moment as I instantly understood his attachment for her. Everything about her was perfect, her eyes were sharp, but sexy, filled with disdain but so alluring, her skin so pale it almost made her look crafted like a doll and her figure whilst slender was easily recognisable as feminine.\n\nI was in love.\n\nThen the wizard snatched the photo away. I felt a slight burst of anger fill my chest, that would be the passion to make the ultimate dungeon. One that only I could command. \n\n\"A beautiful princess trapped in a scary dungeon by a mad wizard and is saved by a great hero. I can't wait,\" I paused for a moment. \"Should I add a tickle machine?\"\n\nTo be continued...maybe?"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Unexpected dom/sub scenarios
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"content": "\"Uggh!\" Groans your childhood BFF. \"Why is this so hard?\"\n\n\"What's up?\" You look over to see 'em staring at their phone.\n\n\"It's this dating app; I'm just not getting any responses.\"\n\n\"Let me see.\" You snatch the phone from their hands before they can respond. \"It's probably just something in your *Introduction.*\"\n\nThey reach for their phone, but you easily hold 'em back with one hand while you scroll through it with the other.\n\n{**Hi, my name is**...} You quickly read through the intro but soon stop at one particular part.\n\n{.... **My hobbies include long walks on the beach,** ***preferably with a leash & collar,***...}\n\n[Mf] [Fm] [Mm] [Ff]"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: It was supposed to be a nice evening relaxing at a beach. What you didn't count on was a furry suddenly sitting besides you who proceeds to lick you in an effort to make you a furry as well
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"content": "So I'm sitting on the beach, right? I'm minding my own business, around the corner from the other beachgoers, reading one of those airport thriller novels you'd never give a second thought unless you're on vacation.\n\nI don't even hear her coming. I don't notice a thing until she blocks out my sun. I look up, and there's a huge woman in a wide brimmed hat standing in front of me. Everything about her is massive, except for her bikini, which is barely there.\n\nShe looks down at me and purrs,\n\n\"Oh, hello. Now what brings you to my corner of the beach?\" as if she's only just noticed me when I turn my head.\n\nI say, \"Oh, sorry, is this private property? I can leave.\"\n\nShe laughs. It rumbles around inside her, and she says,\n\n\"Oh, no, just a quiet little corner of paradise that I usually have to myself.\"\n\nOnly then does my brain catch up to what I'm seeing.\n\nShe isn't just *tall*. She's huge. She must be seven feet at the shoulder. She's also a tiger woman with a penis thicker than my arm. It's barely restrained by her string bikini.\n\nLying on the sand before her, some ancient part of my brain remembers what it was like to be a prey animal. I couldn't decide between 'stay perfectly still and hope she doesn't decide to eat me' and 'hngg snu snu'\n\nShe bent at the waist, bringing her giant heaving cleavage that much closer to me. My brain is still processing. Furries aren't real. I mean, there's fursuiters, and there's people with OCs on the internet, but standing in front of me is some kind of actual animal-human hybrid.\n\nShe whispers, almost conspiratorially, \"Oh, don't worry. I have that effect on people.\" It breaks the spell. Almost. I have so many questions. How does she exist? Is she more human, or more tiger? Is she going to eat me? But then part of my brains decides she probably gets those questions a lot and I don't want to be racist(species-ist?) to someone who could easily eat me alive.\n\nI stammer, \"Uh, hi. You're very pretty.\"\n\nShe chuckles, \"Hah. I've heard that before.\"\n\nYou know what she says next? It's the last thing I'm expecting. She asks,\n\n\"Would you like be pretty, too?\"\n\nThis is all too bizarre. I figure this must be a dream, so it can't hurt to play along,\n\n\"Are you offering to turn me into a tiger person?\"\n\nShe's kneeling next to me now. Still blocking out the sun, She says,\n\n\"Well. Maybe not a *tiger*. I was turned by a wolf man, and one of my friends, turned by the same wolf, ended up as an angel-giraffe-deer hybrid.\"\n\nI say,\n\n\"It's random?\"\n\n\"More like personalized. You turn into your fursona.\"\n\nI say,\n\n\"I'm not even a furry. I don't have a fursona.\" This is absolutely a dream. I'd only get hung up on something that stupid in a dream.\n\nShe's very close to me now. I can feel the heat from one of her hands only inches away from mine. I'm lost in her eyes. There's no white. They're black, dominated by wide yellow pupils.\n\nShe purrs. This time it's not a metaphor about her voice. She's literally purring like a cat. I still can't look away from her eyes. The pupils are round, like a humans, not sharp like a cat.\n\nI can only nod.\n\nShe kisses me gently on the cheek. She's like a plush with a steel core. Soft fur over unbreakable muscle.\n\nI feel a powerful energy swirling in my gut.\n\nShe pulls me up to a sitting position, \n\n\"Best get naked before the changes start,\"\n\nI stand up, and remove my swim trunks. I feel tiny next to her. My dick is six and a half inches, but next to the impossible tree trunk on her crotch, anyone would feel self conscious. I'm rock hard, and she's not even erect yet. My thighs are pale. I spend most of my time inside at a computer. The parts that aren't pale are getting the beginnings of a sunburn.\n\nShe notices my boner, \"You like what you see.\" It's not a question. \n\nI'm about to respond when a wave of something like nausea explodes through me. My skin itches. My muscles ache. Everything inside me is being tugged on by forces it's not designed to deal with.\n\nI shut my eyes and try to ride it out. Slowly, and then all at once, the nausea changes to something tolerable. The feelings inside me are climbing towards ecstasy when I open my eyes.\n\nI look down at myself. I'm covered in red-orange fur. I was a little pudgy before. I didn't quite have moobs, but I was definitely squeezable, you know. Now I have porn star tits. That snaps me out of myself,\n\n\"Hey! What the fuck,\" I turn to face her, \"You didn't say anything about gender!\"\n\nShe smiles, and just watches the changes flowing across my body like it's her own private show(I guess it kind of is), \"Oh, don't worry about that. The change should reflect your subconscious desires.\"\n\nI say, \"Look, uh, I didn't sign up for tits! Change me back!\"\n\nHer eyes go wide. I must look pretty freaked out. She takes me by the shoulder, \"Look. I can help you get used to your new body. It will work itself out.\"\n\nI cover my chest, and try to think masculine thoughts, \"Look, I've thought long and hard about this. I'm not secretly a girl. I am queer. Somewhere in the middle. Like, neutrois or bigender or genderfluid or something. I don't have a good word for it, but I'm definitely not just a trans woman.\"\n\nShe laughs, genuinely this time, \"Hah! Great! You've done some research. I won't have to hold your hand through a bunch of stupid gender questions.\"\n\nmy chest recedes, and my dick expands. I can feel my balls churning, getting heavier.\n\n\"Don't worry,\" she says, \"gender is totally made up.\" She winks, and in a puff of sparkles, she turns into a femboy version of herself. The bikini has warped to fit her much smaller form. She blows me a kiss, and in another cloud of sparkles, she's suddenly a macho tiger man with the broadest shoulders I've ever seen. The bikini strains, stretched over her heaving pecs. The sunhat is unchanged. She flexes her biceps and turns back to her original curvy form.\n\nI'm awestruck again. And a little envious. For the first time since I started changing, I'm excited for what's in store, \"Can you teach me to do that?\" My legs sprout a few inches. My feet are paws.\n\nShe's sheepish for a moment, \"I'm sorry. It's sort of an instinct. Muscle memory. I can't put it in words.\" There's a moment of silence. Then she says, \"Would you like a practical lesson?\" She rests one hand on her dick.\n\nShe's coming on to me. This bombshell tiger lady asked if I want to have sex with her. I can only nod enthusiastically. I must look like an idiot. The words fall out of my mouth, and I realize it's stretching into some kind of snout.\n\nShe sits down cross-legged in the sand and beckons to me, \"Here, sit on my lap. You're not done changing. I'll help you through it.\"\n\nI stumbled over to her, and crawl into her lap. We're in the shade, but she radiates heat. She's so warm and she smells so nice. I sit awkwardly atop her dick, bent forward to avoid being crushed between her boobs. \n\nSuddenly my vision goes fuzzy, and pain shoots through my head. I shut my eyes. She grabs me by the throat and tilts my head back, \"Open your eyes,\" she says, \"They're changing, but they won't form right if you don't let them look at the world.\" She has me nestled tightly between cleavage. I open my eyes. I'm looking up into hers. Yellow on black. She smiles down at me. It's blurry at first, but shortly, I can see every imperfection in the surface of her enormous teeth. Her free hand finds its way around to my junk. My balls are tight and full, and my dick sticks out in front of me like a third leg.\n\nI stretch up to kiss her. My ass is huge and sensitive now. I can feel every vein along her dick as it twitches beneath me. She stretches her neck down to meet me. Our lips touch and her tongue flows into my mouth. It's rough, and I nearly gag in surprise. Her hand is now wrapped around my cock. She swallows my gasp, and begins slowly, firmly, jerking me off. Her hand runs along the length of my shaft, and I become aware of just how big it's become.\n\nI let her guide my body. Waves of sensation pulse through me, eddying in each of my limbs, and spilling into my torso, out to my most sensitive parts, then back to my heart and up into my lips. Every part of me is on fire, gently. My hips buck on their own, trying to fuck her hand. My hands find their way up to her nipples. Each one is as big around as my wrist, but my hands are shifting, and I can't seem to control my fingers.\n\nShe massages the head of my penis, and collects a glob of precum on one finger. She breaks off the kiss, and I realize I haven't taken a breath in far too long. I inhale, deeply, and she brings the precum to her lips. She whispers to me,\n\n\"would you like some?\"\n\nI can only nod. She places the finger on my lips. I taste like candy. I suck her finger clean and she says,\n\n\"Are you ready for the main event?\"\n\nEvery part of my body is alive with feelings I don't have words for. I can only nod."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The only thing that could stop the rogue heroine was a toy in her suit that nullified her powers.
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"content": "Perhaps it was her problem. The deep insertion of needles that poked her back day and night was her supposed training against her rematch with the villain Needor. They say dreamers never die but what was this sensation that surrounded her at this moment. It was not from the pain of the countless needles that slid into her body but the spherical ball that had been implanted firmly between her genitalia. Her long time partner who had been tasked with her training for Needor had said it was mandatory so that she wouldn't use her powers on impulse to rid herself of the needles that she figured were as good as swords stabbing her.\n\nRed spread throughout her body but all she could do was squirm. Her brown eyes changing from an autumn vibe to one of snow white winter. Her tears embraced her cheeks as it flowed down like a waterfall, slowly dripping down her lips mixing with her saliva, then dropping down, drenching her knee socks.\n\nShe screamed, but there was nothing she could do as her hands were tied with thick ropes to a steel pole nearby. All she would do was squirm relentlessly, drenched in her love juices, tears, and saliva. Her long time partner signalled to her to call him Needor. He said it would make this training more effective. Imagining it sent shivers down her spine, a tingling sensation combined with one of regret in accepting this exercise. She begged, and screamed a bit more but it was useless. She called out to her lab partner. \"Please, Lenny\". Her thighs violently shook as the toy dug deeper. \"I think this is enough training don't you think?\" The toy transformed from a sphere to one reminiscent of a squid with two arms, each arm sliding into both her holes.\n\n\"Call me Needor. Have you forgotten about the training\"? Lenny stomped on her face. Her pale face, even paler from her blood loss, and her tears smudged her mascara. \"If you cannot even do this, then how can you beat Needor\"? Lenny pressed a button causing the toy within her to rapidly vibrate, causing a violent tremble throughout her entire body as if she were being electrocuted.\n\nLenny leaned forward to the heroine who lay curled up in a ball. Soaked, and still with the exception of the occasional shudder from an unexpected muscle or limb.\n\nLenny stared into her eyes, and slid his fingers down the bridge of her nose. Eventually he reached her lips where he paused. Lenny tugged on his own chin, and again, slowly pulling away at his face. Needor pulled himself out of Lenny's skin and sat by the heroines lifeless body. \"It was a good run love\", he told her as he caressed her hair and looked at her confused but tired eyes. \"A good run indeed\", he said as a wicked smile overtook his face."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Anything involving being "on display" 24/7
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"content": "Every year — for 3 years running now — two (straight) couples book a weeklong vacation together.\n\nAnd they *alternate* who does all the planning, guys one year, gals the next.\n\nThis year it’s the GALS’ turn to do all the planning, and they decide to make it a special cruise!!!\n\nOnly thing is, when the couples get on the ship, they all discover the gals have *legitimately* accidentally booked the four of them on a special “clothed-male/naked-female” cruise.\n\nThe guys secretly love the whole idea of it — naked women everywhere, and their wives both naked too, everywhere everyone goes on the entire cruise — in all public areas. But the guys legitimately had nothing to do with the booking mixup — and the gals were the ones who made all the arrangements, having no idea whatsoever what they’d gotten the four of them into…"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Prompts involving large women (8 foot minimum)
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"content": " - Your mad scientist GF tried an experiment to make her tits bigger. It worked, but it made her everything else bigger as well. She's gonna do it again, but this time, you have to help.\n\n - A gentle cabbage-growing monk in a moment of doubt is visited by a Great and Terrible Archangel. With her Holy Rod(penis), she fills him with Righteous Purpose(semen)\n\n - A normal five foot tall woman is seduced by an eight foot tall woman, but before they can get down to business, they are interrupted by a twelve foot tall woman. Before *they* can get down to business, they're all interrupted by a twenty foot tall woman, and so on.\n\n - You're dating a set of identical triplets. They have a secret superpower. When they kiss one another, they fuse together into a single larger woman like some sort of sexy voltron. Alone, each sibling is six feet tall. Two of them fuse to make a nine foot woman, and all three fused together form a twelve foot goddess."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: In truth, she really *should* have remembered to ask before helping herself to things, and her roommate *should* have labeled that cup of "pudding" that was a bovine milk production booster. It was really too late to assign blame now though...
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"content": "\n“Where is my pudding?” I hear Bradley call from the kitchen. Guilt forms in the pit of my stomach, I was starving. But I guess i can always buy him some more, surely he’ll be fine. I shut the screen of my laptop, and make my way out of bed. Wearing nothing but a low cut flowy shirt and booty shorts, hopefully that gets me in his good graces. “Did you eat it?” He points an accusatory finger towards me, I feel my cheeks growing hot as I pout. \n\n“Maybe.” \n\nBradley groans at me, its the most dramatic display for pudding I have seen in my whole life. \n\n“What the fuck Vanessa,” he snaps. \n\n“Its just pudding!” I put my hands up in surrender. “I’ll buy you more, I promise.” \n\n“That wasn’t regular pudding,” he tells me, his voice calm now. Its almost scary how he went from freaking out to calm. \n\n“What do you mean Bradley?” \n\n“That wasn’t pudding, it was a bovine milk production booster,” he says, as if I know what any of that means. \n\n“What?” \n\n“A bovine milk-“ \n\n“No, I heard you Bradley, I need plain English,” I snap, my nerves getting the better of me. \n\n“Well,” he says looking a little amused now, “your tits are going to grow, and milk is going to start coming out of them.” \n\n“What!” I can’t help but shriek. My hands flailing in my shock. \n\n“Yes, and I’m going to milk you and collect it,” he tells me. \n\n“You can’t do that!” \n\n“I can and I will, that milk sells for a lot of money,” he says. \n\n“But-“ \n\n“And by the time the pudding affects settle in you’ll be begging me for help, and as a side affect you’ll become submissive, that’s actually the side affect which lasts the longest,” Bradley explains. I walk from the kitchen doorway, to the counter so I can take a seat. This is a lot to take in. My mind is absolutely spinning. \n\n“How long until the affects start?” \n\n“Show me your tits?” \n\nI pull my tits out of my shirt, and Bradley comes over and begins playing with my nipples. \n\n“Have you figured it out?” \n\n“We’ll definitely any minute now because you did that with no argument,” Bradley laughs, his hands still on my nipples.\n\n“Hey!” \n\n “Spread your legs.” \n\nI do as I’m told on instinct. Bradley pushes aside my shorts and shoves two fingers inside me with no warning. \n\n“What’re you doing?” I question, his fingers still inside me. \n\n“If you cum a few times, it will speed the whole process along, plus you owe me big time, do you know how hard it is to get your hands on that stuff,” he tells me. I feel like I am being chastised. \n\n“What so I’m being punished?” \n\n“Essentially, but don’t you think you deserve to be punished Vanessa?” \n\n“I don’t know!” I snap back. “And isn’t working, I’m no where near close to cumming!” \n\nBradley freezes in place, before pulling his fingers out all together. He pulls me off the stool, and leads me into his room. Shoving my shorts down, he leads me onto his bed. Positioning me with my ass up in the air and my face shoved into the mattress. \n\nI stay in the position he forced me into, as anticipation fills me. This is not how I expected my day off work to go. Bradley’s pushes his thick cock inside my pussy. I feel it filling me up, as I moan into the bed. He begins to thrust with no warning. I clutch the quilt cover for dear life. Bradley reaches down and begins to play with my clit as he fucks me. Between his thick cock, and his fingers on my pussy I feel an orgasm washing over my body in waves. \n\nSomething strange comes over me, I feel an apparent lightness, like never before. But at the same time I am hornier than I’ve ever been. Bradley flips me over, his cock pulled out of my pussy. \n\n“I need to cum, where do you want it?” \n\n“Anywhere you want Sir,” I say, and it is as if it wasn’t me who said it but like a submissive slut possessed my body. \n\n“So your mouth is fine?” \n\nI open up wide, and stick my tongue out, closing my eyes. Sir grabs me by the hair, and shoves his beautiful cock inside my mouth, I lap up his juices graciously and swallow before he pulls it out. \n\n“Thank you so much Sir, I loved drinking your cum,” I tell him. \n\n“I think the affects have settled in,” he grumbles to himself. \n\nSir stands up and I watch him closely as he goes to a draw, he comes back with a red collar that has a little bell on the front and a leash. He hooks it up to me and tugs on the leash. \n\n“Where are we going?” \n\n“Just over here, I need to check if you have milk yet,” he tells me. \n\n“Yes Sir.” \n\nSir pulls at my leash and I go where he takes me, across the room from his bed. He pulls a contraption out of his closet, it is like a set of medieval stocks or something. He also pulls a big leather paddle out and lays it on his desk. \n\n“Whats all this for?” \n\n“Often times milking a girl can be very pleasurable, and she’ll try to run away, sometimes milkers will hook the girls up to machines, but I’m pretty old fashioned, I want to do it by hand.” He explains and I nod. \n\n“Yes Sir, and what is the paddle for?” \n\n“Sometimes girls try to get away, often times they can be reasoned with but if I have to spank you I will,” Sir tells me. \n\n“I won’t try to get away I promise, I’ll behave.” \n\n“You’re so much more agreeable like this,” he chuckles, stroking my cheek. I smile, turning my head, not really sure what he means by this. \n\nI feel his hands on the straps of my top. He pulls it off me, leaving me stark naked. Sir begins to play with my nipples again, when milk shoots out of one. My eyes widen as I watch it hit his chest. \n\n“Sir, I’m so sorry!” I say. \n\n“Its fine Vanessa, perfect actually, maybe you were a better candidate than the girl who volunteered her body to me this weekend,” Sir says to me. \n\n“A better fit?” I ask. Sir pulls me by the leash, and puts me in his contraption, he bends my body over this strange stool so my legs are dangling, and restrains my head, and hands in his contraption. \n\n“Yeah, you seem to be reacting much stronger than what I’ve seen before,” he says, his hand squeezing and pulling my nipple. A surge of pleasure goes through my body, as the sound of liquid hits what sounds like some kind of container from the way it echos. \n\n“So what do you get out of this milking business anyhow?” I ask, a moment of lucidity hitting me as he continues to milk. The pleasure continues to grow inside me, but I also find myself growing bored. \n\n“Its mostly the monetary aspect, also the girls who volunteer their bodies to me always let me use them for my pleasure,” he explains. \n\n“Do the girls ever get a cut of the money?” \n\n“No.” \n\n“But they know you’re making money off their bodies?” I ask, the feeling of his fingers on my hyper sensitive nipples not escaping me. \n\n“Yes.”\n\n“So what do they get out of if?” \n\n“They get to be used, and degraded, being milked is an erotic experience for some people,” Sir explains to me. \n\n“How long will this whole process last?” I question. \n\nSir takes a while to answer, he pulls hard on my breasts, and I feel like an animal. My cheeks growing hot as I realise I am being used, in the most literal sense. Well, at least I got an orgasm out of it. \n\n“Usually 2-4 litres of milk come out, but the side affect of being submissive can last up to 48 hours,” Sir tells me. \n\nThe low level pleasure builds up through my body, and soon I feel another orgasm wracking my body. This one is more intense than the last and my legs quiver beneath me. \n\n“Did you just cum?” Sir asks, amusement clear in his voice. \n\n“Um yes, is that okay?” I find myself asking, again, its as if a submissive slut has taken over my body and mouth. Brief moments of lucidity peak through as I surprise myself, again and again. \n\n“Yes its okay, makes everything faster actually,” Sir says. \n\n### \n*some time later*\n\n“Oh great, you’re done, there’s no way you could produce more than that,” I hear Sir say, thankful to finally be out of this predicament. \n\nSir undoes his contraption and lets me free. I watch him putting away 3 big containers of milk as I sit on his bed naked. Its kind of freaky to think that all came from me. \n\n“What am I to do with you whilst you’re still in this submissive state?” Sir questions, looking me up and down as he walks back to me. \n\nI shrug, not particularly sure. \n\n“You’re in charge, Sir,” I tell him. A smirk comes across his face, I pout trying to figure out what he means by that. My arms crossed over my naked chest, he stares down at my still swollen breasts. \n\nSir grabs me by the leash and tugs so I am standing up. \n\n“Crawl bitch,” he says with a smack to my ass, I drop to my knees in an instant, and Sir leads me into the living room. Sir sits on the couch, and I stay kneeling in front of him. He tugs my leash, forcing me between his knees. I watch as he grabs the remote, and soon I hear sport on in the background. \n\nSir pulls his cock out, looking between me, and his shaft. I open my mouth, with eagerness. Sir grabs me by the hair, beginning to face fuck me. \n\nSoon I am gagging on his cock, tapping on Sir’s leg do he can let me up for air. He lets me gag for a little while before allowing me to breathe. \n\n“Sir,” I breathe heavily. \n\n“Yes?” \n\n“Can I please have more pudding next weekend?” I beg. \n\nSir looks down at me with soft eyes, before shoving his cock down my throat again. \n\n“I’ll make sure there is plenty of pudding for you from here on out.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The shakes were meant for monster girls, to give them a bit of a boost. Of course, if humans drank them... Well that boost would turn them into monster girls, obviously.
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"content": "\"I can't believe you did it!\" Sam exclaimed amid some giggling of her and her roommate. They entered their apartment, each holding a milkshake.\n\n \n\"Told ya I could sweet talk that bunny man.\" Sarah said as she proudly held the conquered drink.\n\n \n\"It wasn't that easy, though.\"\n\n \n\"It wasn't! He really didn't want to sell any to us.\" Sarah settled on the couch, kicking off her shoe and making herself comfortable. \"I don't get it though, it's just a shake.\"\n\n \n\"They say it gives monster-folk a boost.\" Sam explained. She followed her roommate to the sofa and threw herself at it as well.\n\n \n\"Like some kind of energy drink?\"\n\n \n\"I guess,\" Sam shrugged as they finally gave their drink a sip. \"Damm, this thing tastes great!\"\n\n \n\"It just makes the fact they don't want to sell it to humans even weirder!\"\n\n \nSarah grabbed the remote and put on some random movie just so they could chill. After a few gulps of her shake, Sam winced and grabbed the side of her head.\n\n \n\"Aargh! Brain freeze.\"\n\n \nSarah was about to tease her roommate for such a careless mistake, but then Sam let go of her head.\n\n \n\"Sam! Your ears!\" Where once there was a regular human ear, now there was a long and floppy ear. \"They look like a cow's.\"\n\n \n\"What?\" Sam moved her hand back and found her ear much sooner than she would have expected. At the same time, she turned towards Sarah and gasped at what she saw. \"Yours looks like a cat's.\"\n\n \n\"The fuck is happening to us!?\" Sarah left the shake over the living room table and grabbed her new cat features.\n\n \n\"I don't know-ooh\" Sam braced herself on the sofa as her chest sprung forward. Her bra didn't handle the sudden surge in mass and broke. Her shirt didn't fare any better with Sam's tit flesh tearing a vast number of holes on the fabric in an attempt to make more room for their growth.\n\n \nHer hips, butt and thighs ballooned. Her pants suffered the same fate as her other garments as her swelling size ripped them apart. Her height increased, shredding whatever remained of her clothes. There was a pressure on her temple. A pair of horns pierced her skin. A cow's tail emerged from her lower back.\n\n \nMeanwhile, Sarah had similar but less drastic issues as her nails turned into claws, pads grew in her palms and feet, and a cat's tail extended out of her lower back. The young woman grasped her new appendage, shocked that she could feel her hands on it.\n\n \n\"We turned into monster-folk!\" Sarah was the first to recollect herself.\n\n \nTurning towards Sam, she observed as her roommate seemed somewhat uncomfortable. Which was highly understandable, given that her changes were much more severe.\n\n \nThe now busty cowgirl silently inspected her breasts, groping and getting used to their new weight. Of all the weirdness that just transpired, the pressure and fullness on her tits sure were on the top of her list.\n\n \nAs Sarah watched her friend, she smelled a sweet aroma coming from Sam's direction. It was so pleasing. She became so enamored by the fragrance she didn't realize she was approaching Sam until her face nearly brushed the side of her roommate's enormous bust.\n\n \n\"Sam, why do you smell so good?\" Sarah asked, the words stumbling lazily out of her mouth. Just one of Sam's boobs was way, way bigger than Sarah's head, the woman noticed. She wondered if her friend would let her play with them just like she was doing right now.\n\n \n\"I-There's something coming out.\" Sam announced as she gave her breast a firm squeeze. A white liquid leaked out of her nipple, mere inches away from Sarah. The intoxicating scent got stronger as it dribbled from the turgid nub. Milk. Milk was coming out of Sam's tits. \"Sarah, what-I-I'm lactating.\"\n\n \nSarah didn't need Sam to tell her that. Her face was so close that she could have lapped the milk away from her nipple. She kind of wished her roommate would let her do it. Even though they just had a large cup of milkshake, she was feeling so, so thirsty.\n\n \n\"Sam, let me help you.\" The cowgirl looked down at Sarah's face, her eyes pleading, her mouth wet from her tongue licking her lips. All of those changes left Sam bewildered, dazed but also heated. She certainly wouldn't mind some intimacy. Why waste her newfound production if her friend was willing to help?\n\n \n\"Yeah, sure. Here.\"\n\n \nAs Sam offered her milky tit to the catgirl, she realized that the rumors were true. Those shakes granted them and their relationship quite the boost."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Beautfiul women and smelly feet. [PM]
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"content": "Okay here is a few different ones you can try. I love women with foot odour!\n\n1. A female mercernary is walking through the woods. It has been a hot and sweaty journey and some gnomes or goblins or whatever fantasy race you want, pays to get a taste. They pay good money and so she accepts.\n\n2. Battle arena where a witch girl needs the prize money to achieve the goal. She needs to win each fight with her two greatest weapons; powerful magic and foot odour so bad it knocks people out!\n\n3. A succubus has sweaty feet and it turns out the sweat of a succubus is an aphrodisiac. Now a bunch of guys want to taste them.\n\n4. Last but not least maybe a traditional foot licking one? Like female dom and male slave or female slave?"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: How about a fun, wholesome story explaining this collection of "clothed-female/naked-female" snapshots? (See link below)
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"content": "\"This is not the usual way to the beach,\" Rachel whined as they drove past the beach they usually visited. Monica was too focused on driving to responed as expected. She usually tuned everyone out when she was driving. It was Zoe who was riding shotgun that turned around to meet Racehl's moaning.\n\n\"It's not that far. plus, it's a much more secluded beach Monica and I discovered a week ago.\" She smiled towards Rachel, but something seemed a little off in her smile. Rachel was friends with both of them for long enough to know when they were up to something. But so far, she never managed to guess their plan before they revealed it.\n\n\"Fine, but I'm not walking more than we would have at the regular beach.\" Rachel put a mock frown. They both knew it was a game, but it still one the enjoyed playing.\n\n\"You don't even carry anything, what do you even have to complain about?\" Monica suddenly joined the conversation. She sounded rather annoyed, but it was expected as she probably only heard the last sentence.\n\n\"It's fine, just a little surprise we have for you!\" Zoe sounded cheery as sheturned back.\n\nThey kept driving for a few more minutes in silence before Monica parked the car in what seemed to be the parking lot for the area. It only seemed like that because it was all sand and rocks, there wasn't even a road once they've gone down the main road, but it was obvious that cars passed through the area. There were far fewer than at the regular beach though.\n\n\"If this is some junkie beach I'm going to make sure you both O.D,\" Rachel came out of the car and put her hat on. She was the only one with enough brain to care about things like that.\n\nThey all wore bikinis, but Rachel also had some short beach skirt she often wore as well. Often guys leer towards their direction, so it didn't hurt to be a bit more modest. That couldn't be said though to either Zoe or Monica. At least Zoe's small bikini covered her properly. In Monica's case though, it seemed like her tits would pop free with each step she took. It was a mystery how she always found more and more creative ways to cover her nipples and crotch while simultaneously showing as much skin as possible.\n\n\n\nThey walked for about ten minutes until they reached what seemed to be the most secluded point at the beach. The one or two people she noticed on their way were but small dots in the distance by now. This area had plenty vegetation and trees around, giving some much needed shade and even a stronger feeling of seclusion.\n\nRachel spun around to see Monica setting a beach mat down and Zoe was taking off her clothes.\n\nWait what?\n\nRachel did a double take to make sure before opening her mouth. \"Zoe?\"\n\n\"Hmm?\"\n\n\"Why are taking off your clothes?\"\n\n\"It's nicer that way.\"\n\n\"You can't do that at the beach!\"\n\n\"Of course you can, in some areas at least,\" Monica joined the conversation, and apparently the nudity as well.\n\n\"This a nude beach... right?\" Rachel sighed at the realization. Monica and Zoe have been discussing about it for some time now, but she vetoed the idea every time it came up. This was yet another plan she failed to realize in time.\n\n\"Bingo!\" Zoe cheered and approached Rachel with arms spread wide, indicating an incoming hug.\n\n\"Don't hug me, you're naked!\" Rachel tried to push Zoe off her, but in all honesty she wasn't even trying. While she wouldn't undress this time, she couldn't deny it seemed fun. She entartained the idea for some time now, thinking of a way to introduce it back to the conversation. This was a welcome surprise at the end.\n\n\"Don't you two look cute,\" Monica drew their attention. \"If you'll turn to me, I could capture the moment you know.\"\n\nZoe turned without hesitating, smiling widely. It took Rachel a bit more time, but she turned around as well, with an awkward but nonetheless happy smile.\n\n\"Say cheese!\"\n\n***\n\nThis is inspired by image 658299446. This was done just to let out some creative steam, so it's not the most descriptive or long, but hopefully it was alright.\n\nCritique, questions, praise, and just saying hi are all welcome!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The potion his roommate had brewed for him was supposed to cure his acne. It did that and far more, making him extremely attractive, though it did so by turning him into a girl...
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"content": "\\[WP\\] The potion his roommate had brewed for him was supposed to cure his acne. It did that and far more, making him extremely attractive, though it did so by turning him into a girl...\n\nPuberty hit Steve late in life whereas his peers were clear faced and growing beards, his face was awash in pimples and only a few straggly long hairs on his chin. He still had the desire to be independent of his parents only drawback to that was his job was crap, and paid crap too. The wildly popular electronic billboard was the go to place to sell, buy, or find opportunities like a roommate. Finding a roommate supposes that one had a place first.\n\nFayard's post was a plainly worded list: single, share all expenses, has furniture, and quiet. Steve called and left the message, \"i'm interested but would like to see the place.\" Seemed simple and straight forward to him at the time. A few days went by without a response so he began looking for other opportunities. It was shocking the amount of drug users looking for roommates. \n\nFayard finally called back on saturday and apologized that he'd been at a festival all week. Steve made his way over and saw standard townhouse, den in front, kitchen in rear with a half bath under the stairs with the two bedrooms upstairs that shared a full bathroom. Fayard's stuff was in the front bedroom and the back one was stark empty that had a faint echo.\n\nThey chatted downstairs in the kitchen over a beer. Steve wanted to the practical side of life, expenses, rules, or cooking duties. Fayard's questions were more personal, job, school, love life, that were peppered with religious questions. Steve looking back would see the signs of what was to come.\n\nSteve moved in, life settled down into routine, and liked talking with Fayard about what life was like in Jamaica. One night they were on the couch playing GTA live when Fayard hinted that he knew a potion for Steve's acne. Being raised in a Protestant household, Steve said he didn't believe in magic. \n\n\"Oh, I tell ya man, this aint magic. True shit all this. Really worked for me back when.\" Fayard kept his focus on the screen.\n\n\"Bullshit,\" Steve objected, \"I don't believe in any of it.\"\n\n\"Belief in food, man?\" Fayard turned to look at his roommate. \"Food works, no belief needed. This, it comes from Africa mixed with Incan knowledge. What the harm trying?\"\n\nSteve just shook his head. That night he dreamt of himself in a circle of men wearing squared off face masks. The chant was intelligible but haunted his daydreams at work the next day. The straw that tipped the scale for him was when one of the servers jeered at his flirtations with her. Pissing off the kitchen staff really affects a server's tips, and she noticed. The manager pulled him off the line and into her office as the lunch rush died down. \n\nSteve's feet dragged the ground as he walked into the aparment. \"Man, who shot your dog,\" Fayard asked. Steve just shook his head as he climbed the stairs not wanting to admit he'd have problems with his half of the rent and food. \"What? can't be that bad, yous still walking around.\"\n\nHe turned to face Fayard who was following him up. \"Dude! I was fired ok! Just give me a few days...\"\n\n\"Shit job that was, man. Clear your face up and better things tomorrow, promise. Just try.\"\n\nSteve's shoulders slumped down and he nodded for him to descend. \"What do we need?\"\n\n\"A bit of you, and a few things I might have in stores. Well fucksake, I need to go get the frog. We'll start after I get back, 'k?\" Fayard turned to see the dejection in his face and added after a sigh, \"need a bit of cash too.\"\n\n\"How much?\"\n\n\"Two hundred,\" he said then blinked.\n\n\"Two, damnit man, that'll wipe me out.\"\n\n\"If this don't work, well, give you a month free here.\"\n\n\"Lucky for you, tips today were actually decent,\" he said handing over a few bills. \"The rest is upstairs.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You and your friend agree to keep hooking up until one of you finds a girlfriend/boyfriend. You keep setting them up on dates, but they always keep coming back to you with some excuse
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"content": "\\>Prompt: You and your friend agree to keep hooking up until one of you finds a girlfriend/boyfriend. You keep setting them up on dates, but they always keep coming back to you with some excuse.\\*AN: I'd like to make readers aware of the possibility of dysphoria for fellow trans folks who don't enjoy PIV sex and such. I personally do, so I like to write about it sometimes. This is one of those times. Also, I didn't have a chance to polish it any, sorry 'bout that. If there's interest, I might write a part 2, probably at the original prompt (https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/qtt5vc/wp\\_you\\_and\\_your\\_friend\\_agree\\_to\\_keep\\_hooking\\_up/). Now, with that out the way, lemme get on with the story.\\\n\n*\"What happened? Weren't you supposed to go out with that chick Kajol tonight?\" I ask as the arms wrapped around me squeeze softly and lips find my neck, kissing at my jugular. \"Jyoti, answer me,\" I insist. \"She wasn't an anarchist. You know I don't date capitalists. Indra, can you just shut up and fuck me already? Pweaseee?\" She whines into my ear. I steel myself against the temptation to give in, \"That's bullshit. How many people do you think I know who aren't anarchists?\" She keeps grinding her crotch into mine, ignoring my question, ignoring my mounting suspicion that there's something fishy going on. Though my body disagrees, I force myself to say, \"You're not getting any till you tell me the truth. Why are you here? How long have you been here? Did you even go meet her?\"\n\nShe pulls away from my neck, and looks me in the eye for the first time since I walked in on her curled up in my bed. \"I'm sorry...\" she breathes, almost into my lips, \"I didn't go. I just wanted to get fucked, I didn't want to bother with romance and getting to know people and all that. Is that bad? I'm sorry I made you waste your time,\" She says. The apology being uttered by her lips sounds genuine enough, but her eyes gazing into mine in a way that rather undercuts the message. \"Your apology would be a little more convincing if you could stop making 'fuck me' eyes for a minute while you said it, dear.\" I smile as I speak, and not knowing what else to do, decide to just give us both what we want, \"But you don't have to apologize, it's okay, I'd love to fuck, as always. We can talk more about what's going on later, okay?\"\n\n\"Yayyy!\" she wraps herself back around me like a koala caught in a hurricane, clinging to a tree for dear life. I can't help but laugh at her adorable ass trying to bury her face in my neck to show how grateful she is. Before I can properly return her hug, though, she's pushed herself off of me, and tugs her shirt off. The sight of her naked tits is glorious as always, and I thank the universe that I am alive, and here in this situation, at this moment. I'm not too surprised that she was wearing nothing other than my shirt and her undies; she always likes to sleep when she's with me. But it is always a delightful sight to see her magnificient body, the glowing, brown skin that almost exactly matches my own objectively, I know, but somehow to me always seems thrice as radiant. Off come the undies too, and my breath catches for a moment in my throat, and my heart feels like its hammering away inside my chest, pumping blood desperately to all my extremeties. Especially my engorged clit, which is about as impatient for what is to come as she is, the already rather obvious tent in my leggings that she was grinding on now beginning to morph as my clit throbs and twitches.\n\nShe pulls my leggings down and my dress up with two quick jerks, not bothering to take them all the way off my prone body, \"I'd like Clitty inside me now, if that's okay with you Mistress? I've been a good girl, waiting for you patiently all day and I don't want to wait anymore.\" She sits back down on my crotch, looking down at me with her big brown eyes, and smiles, \"Please, Mistress, don't you wanna show me how much better you are at this than straight men? If you can, that is?\" Oh the little brat. I don't think she's ever fucked anyone who chooses to identify as a man, but she knows to say that when she wants me to be merciless with her, making her twitch and moan and gasp with her eyes rolled into the back of her skull until she can't stay upright anymore. \n\nI don't stop there, of course, I usually just flip her onto her back and fold her legs over her and keep fucking her with my throbbing clit, usually grabbing a vibrator at some point to use on her clit, until she cums on my clit. Where's that vibrator at? Before I can lean over to check the drawer I keep it in, she giggles and hands it to me. \"This what you're looking for Mistress?\" We both laugh and as I take it from her, she leans down and kisses my lips hungrily. As she sits back up she slides my clit into the warm, moist, heavenly embrace of her pussy. There's those fuck me eyes again, and I know she's about to taunt me again. But she doesn't have to ask me twice."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM][EU] Pokemon BDSP are out, let's celebrate by lewding it.
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"content": "Here's a few (mostly BDSM related):\n\n1. Everyone knows that Cynthia's skill with regards to Pokémon is unmatched, and she will crush *anyone* that challenges her. So, most would be rather surprised if they found out that Cynthia happens to be a very sexually submissive woman, to the point she often engages in some pretty strict (and pleasurable) self-bondage.\n\n2. Upon realizing that she's out of Badges to give out and feeling quite frisky, Gardenia decides to give her 21-year-old challenger a 12-hour personal demonstration on more \"unorthodox\" uses for the move Grass Knot, with her bare body as the target, *conveniently* leaving her helpless to resist her lucky challenger. (In Laymans terms: Gardenia lets her challenger sexually dominate her for 12 hours since she's out of badges.)\n\n3. After Team Galactic creates a machine to draw energy from human women, Commander Mars volunteers to help test the device out. The fact she'll need to be stripped naked, heavily bound, gagged, and very intensely pleasured was little more than a coincidence.\n\n4. The competitive relationship between Gardenia and Candice is perhaps one of the most well-known things in all of Sinnoh. But not the *extent* they will go to challenge each other. Somehow most meetings between the two Gym leaders result in both women bound in either just their panties or fully nude, with intense vibes, and some pretty big gags leading to both women cumming their brains out for hours, having forgotten their never-ending contest to determine who can get herself free from being bound first.\n\n5. Deep within Eterna Forest, Dawn (aged up of course) decides to have some \"me time\" that night, engaging in some much-needed unwinding by binding herself nice, and tight."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Though she was normally a tomboy, she couldn't resist her species breeding urge. Her parents, proud of her, much to her chagrin, promise to take the kid. With a bit of embarrassment, she upgraded her friends to friends with benefits simply so that one of them could get her knocked up...
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"content": "Part 1: Begin in the middle.\n\nVitalia Septimia Borgia stood in front of her mirror and looked at her reflection. Starring back out of the flatscreen long-glass was a woman who was possessed of strong muscle tone and definition, had long black silken smooth hair arrayed around her head in hundreds of electrical cable thin braids, and whose face consisted of large leaf green eyes, a small-yet-strong nose and mouth, and a large forehead of knotted and whorled bony plates that ran from just above her eyebrows to the top of the skull. She was dressed in a manner reminiscent of the punk rock movement of the mid-1980s on Earth, as expressed by the more futuristic \"cyberpunk\" variant that emerged as part of the fiction of the time, mostly consisting of thick and metal-studded black leather on the outside with quilted silk undergarments. Her flawless skin was a Dark Reddish-Tan much as might be seen in South-Eastern Asia, and only lightly modified with makeup that the entire point of the selected pallets was you couldn't quite be _sure_ she was wearing any.\n\nHer mother swapped in on a corner of the mirror. \"Hi, Mom, look, I know that we talked about how you would raise the kids, but Ceasarius has said that he would like to be directly involved in his children's lives, and Hestaria has wanted to be a priestess of Hestia since she was small, so since I'm going to be part of their polycule, it just doesn't make sense for you to have full-time parenting duties again. You can visit, often, we live in the same conurbation after all, and the kids can go to your habitat for dinner and a sleepover sometimes, like, one weekend a month, but I think it is important that I be willing to pay **some** attention to my children, especially since the first pair are a son-and-daughter pair of fraternal twins. Who will teach Delphinia ax work if not me, huh? Who is going to pass on the secret family techniques? I learned from Grammy some special stuff that you have to teach to Delphinia now, and now it's my turn to teach her all the lessons you taught me when I was a kid. Look, I know that...\" \n\nHer mother, who was very similar in appearance, just a bit bustier and significantly older, burst into gales of laughter at that moment.\n\n\"What is so funny, Mom?\" Vitalia demanded.\n\n\"You! Your father and I are overjoyed to hear that you are not going to be giving us the kids to raise after all. Polycules are a little bit more unusual than a battle couple like your father and me, but it's not THAT uncommon in Dashax culture, and the foundation documents certainly speak of it being done successfully often enough, so I called to say that we are wishing you and your family all the best in your new home and careers. I love you, sweetie.\" Livia said.\n\nNow, Vitalia was annoyed; ever since these late sexual urges started to bloom so strongly in her, her parents had been very pleased with her life choices and she kind of hated it because previously her biggest successes had all come from doing things that disappointed her parents..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Unexpected Consequences
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"content": "A) The party asked their mage to cast a charm spell on the shopkeep so they could get a discount. He attempts to do so, but because he's the incredibly nervous type and is afraid of getting caught, he accidentally casts it on one of his friends: the strong, gorgeous paladin who now wants to make him her boy toy.\n\nB) (Incest) After the princess caught her younger brother courting a peasant woman, she was outraged (and definitely jealous). How could he be so selfish as to soil their bloodline, especially when he had the perfect royal woman in her? He needed a punishment, one he wouldn't expect. Having sex with her and knocking her up would certainly teach him his lesson, she thought."
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"content": "A girl summons a demon, thinking that she can control it. It quickly becomes apparent that she cannot, and the demon is horny. In order to protect the girl her older sister steps in and agrees to let the demon do whatever it wants to her in exchange for leaving her little sister alone. \n\nIf you wanted to get really Dark you could have the demon slowly corrupt the older sister, so by the time the Demon is finished with her she gladly rapes her younger sister in a bit of an ironic twist."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When she sat down to play the surprisingly accurate lie detector party game, she didn't assume anyone would even ask if she liked swallowing, being groped, or being free use. She didn't assume her kinks would come up at all... She was wrong.
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"content": "Posted by u/gahidus in r/dirtywritingpromps\r \n\r \n\\[WP\\] When she sat down to play the surprisingly accurate lie detector party game, she didn't assume anyone would even ask if she liked swallowing, being groped, or being free use. She didn't assume her kinks would come up at all... She was wrong.\r \n\r \n\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\r \nThe Office\r \n\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\r \n\r \nJade trudged through the lobby, was slouching in the elevator up to her floor, and shuffled her feet into her office. The office was an open plan, no walls kinda place. The headset issued to her on the first day was thankfully noise cancelling type in both the ear piece and the microphone. The problem with it she discovered early on in that first day was that it didn't work unless she was on a \"call\". She eagerly picked up on the first call of the day.\r \n\r \n\"Jade, come to my office.\" Her boss didn't even wait for her to say 'hello'. She squeezed her arms together in the fluid standing movement to adjust her boobs more forward. The place had no privacy to primp which she felt was required, and kinda liked being on parade in front of her coworkers. She squared her shoulders before putting one foot in front of the other. It wasn't a short walk across the room but her hips swayed around one desk then the next as her path zigzagged diagonally from one corner of the room to the corner office of the floor's manager. \r \n\r \n\"Ok normally, I couldn't ask you out, but seeing as you're getting promoted this afternoon; shh, you're not to know, ok...\"\r \n\r \n\"...shut the door!\"\r \n\r \n\"Um, so I have a friend that's throwing a party, dinner type party tonight....\" He trailed off letting the question hang in the air.\r \n\r \nShe caressed her neck with the back of her thumbs, hooking her long red hair before forcing the strands behind her shoulders. \"You're not going to tell me about the promotion?\"\r \n\r \n\"Not my place; its more of a transfer but takes you out of my sphere of influence. So what do you say?\"\r \n\r \n\"I'm not going to fuck you.\"\r \n\r \n\"Fine, it's a dinner party, not an orgy,\" he gulped trying to force the blush off his face.\r \n\r \n\"HR would be so proud of you right now.\"\r \n\r \n\"Shit, fuck them. Will you go to this dinner party with me?\"\r \n\r \n\"Promise not to try to get me drunk?\"\r \n\r \n\"Promise.\"\r \n\r \n\"Fine.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Being such a beautiful and flirty elf in a party of otherwise quite affable orcs, she was used to innuendo and teasing. Tonight however, she blushed and decided to indulge them in a bit of "elven prisoner* roleplay...
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"content": "Elara sat and read by the fire, sipping wine from her skine, her cloak draped lazily around her shoulders in the warm summer night air. Flipping through her spellbook, she committed each glyph and rune to memory, secure in the knowledge that she sat twenty leagues from the border, behind three imperial blockades and at least a dozen legions.\n\n\r \nAnd yet, a branch snapped behind her.\n\n\r \nElara's elven reflexes let her jump from reclining to standing in a heartbeat. Had she imagined it? It sounded real enough? A wolf? No, too heavy. Wrong weight distribution. A passing traveller? Unlikely. Even this far into the Empire, approaching a stranger unannounced was a quick road to an arrow through the eye.\n\n\r \n\"Who's there?\" Elara shouted into the night. \n\n\r \nNo answer came. Not even the chirping of birds or the chittering of animals underfoot.\n\n\r \nElara suddenly felt very, very alone.\n\n\r \n*Stupid, stupid girl.* She scolded herself, *Why did you ever travel alone?*\n\n\r \n\"Show yourself!\" She commanded, trying desperately to hide the tremor in her voice. \"I'm warning you, I'm with the College of Arcturus! A tenth-rank mage! A master of the-\"\n\n\r \nAnother broken branch stopped the words in Elara's throat. Then another. Then two more in quick succession, on her right flank this time. She was definitely not hearing things now.\n\n\r \nWith a gesture and a word, Elara's fire extinguished itself in a burst of pale-blue light. With any luck, the intruders wouldn't have her night vision and she had just left them fumbling in darkness.\n\n\r \nHer heart sank when her eyes adjusted to the pale half-moon light, and she saw in clear greyscale the six orcs that surrounded her camp. Large, burly, tusked creatures clad in leather and iron armor, grasping a heavy cudgel in each hand, with a dozen round pale-grey eyes stared catlike out from under hoods and helmets, each trained directly on her.\n\n\r \nBut even more than the monsters that now stood surrounding her, Elara realized with a cold, creeping horror that she had left her staff by her bedroll.\n\n\r \nThe elf dove for her focus at the camp's edge, but the orcs were ready for her. The one nearest to her closed the distance with three long steps and kicked the staff behind him into the undergrowth, where Elara lost sight of it.\n\n\r \nThinking quickly, she cast Blinding Flash directly in the orc's face, and rolled the same direction she'd seen her staff go as her attacker roared in rage. \n\n\r \nDigging into the leaves and branches, Elara searched desperately for her staff. If she could just get her focus, cast a few high-level spells, she could probably gain the upper hand! Just enough to scare them off, maybe work her way back to civilization.\n\n\r \nThree precious seconds Elara wasted digging through the underbrush before she felt a large, calloused hand wrap around her throat.\n\n\r \nHer lithe, petite frame was thrown back into the campsite by the orc she had blinded, and his companions started looking through her things, tearing open her pack, sorting through what fell out. Only the smallest and youngest, she noticed, were sorting through the spoils, while the rest were all gathering around her, girding to deal the finishing blow.\n\n\r \nWith a sadistic grin, the blinded orc removed his loincloth, and Elara realized the strongest of the warband were taking the spoils first.\n\n\r \nAgain she tried to free herself, lunging from the circle that had formed around her with practiced grace. But the orcs were ready and there were simply too many of them. The two nearest closed ranks, and threw Elara back to the ground, kicking her in the stomach as they did.\n\n\r \nThe largest of the orcs, the one she had blinded, chuckled at her feeble escape attempt and rubbed his large, green cock into erection. \n\n\r \n\"No, no please!\" but they fell upon deaf ears. With a single, violent jerk of his free hand, Elara's robes were torn from her, exposing her perky, hand-sized breasts to the night air. Hungrily, each orc lunged for her in turn, grabbing at her pristine, unblemished flesh wherever they could get a grip.\n\n\r \n\"Ah! No! Shit!\" the elf cried \"Time out! Time out!\""
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