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Write a story using this writing prompt: A pair of twins, one a witch, the other a scientist both feel sorry for the others small breasts, they both promise to help the other become bustier in secret.
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"content": "Katrina and Carmen loved each other very much.\n\nThey were identical twins. Born only two minutes apart with full heads of red hair and hazel eyes, they were practically inseparable throughout their entire lives. Even when they made it to high school and started developing different interests, their classmates would joke that they were \"half-Siamese twins\". Prior to graduation, the only times they were ever seen apart were on dates and on college tours. When it came time for college, Carmen's near-perfect SAT scores made her a shoo-in for MIT. Meanwhile, Katrina discovered a love for the arcane arts and enrolled in Reuel's College for Wizards and Witches. It was difficult, but with a tearful goodbye, the twins left for their first year at their new schools.\n\nAt the end of their first years, the twins both moved back into their parents' house for the summer. Carmen arrived first, having taken an airplane back from Boston. Katrina arrived a couple of days later, arriving on their front lawn on the back of a black winged horse. \n\"Oh my God!\" Carmen said when she saw it, \"That is incredible!\" \nKatrina dismounted the horse and raced to the front porch. The two sisters pulled each other into a tight hug. \n\"Look at you!\" Carmen said, gesturing to Katrina's purple robe, \"You're like... a proper witch!\" \n\"I know!\" Katrina said, \"It's so cool that I get to actually wear this. I even have the hat!\" \nKatrina reached into one of the pockets on her robe and pulled out a wide-brimmed, pointed hat, which she set crookedly on her head. \n\"Nice. Come inside, Mom's making ziti for dinner.\"\n\nAs the twins sat at the dinner table, sharing their school stories with their parents, Katrina couldn't help but glance at her sister's chest every so often. She had hoped that college would've been kinder to her sister than it had for her, but Carmen was as lacking in the bust department as she had been in high school. 34A, she guessed, based on her own experience. It was depressing, in a way. Katrina was always self-conscious about her small boobs, and she knew Carmen well enough to know she probably felt the same.\n\nCarmen did feel the same. In fact, she was having the exact same thoughts that her sister had. \n*Breast development typically stops after age 18,* she thought, *and she certainly doesn't seem to be getting any bigger.* \nCarmen took another bite of pasta. \n*You'd think she would use some of that magic she's been learning to improve her appearance... unless she can't.* \nCarmen finished her plate of ziti and stood up from the table. \n\"I'm sorry,\" she said, \"but I'm feeling a little tired from the flight. I think I'm gonna excuse myself early if that's alright.\" \n\"Of course, dear.\" their mother said, \"Your bedroom should be ready for you if you need it.\" \n\"Thanks, mom.\" \nCarmen put her plate in the dishwasher and then ran up the stairs to her bedroom, picking up her backpack from the bottom step. She closed the door behind her and opened up her backpack. She took out a rack of vials and set them down on her empty desk.\n\nThe clock on the stove read 10:30 as Katrina stood at the counter, sprinkling a pinch of dried leaves into her travel cauldron. She wafted the smoke to her nose, and it smelled of honey and cheese. She turned down the flame beneath the cauldron and poured the brew into a small horn-shaped flask, which she then corked and tied to her belt. The stairs began to creak, and Katrina hurried to pack up her cauldron before opening up the fridge. \n\"Oh,\" Carmen said as she rounded the corner, \"you're still up?\" \n\"Yeah,\" Katrina said, \"trouble sleeping?\" \n\"I guess. It's weird, cause I felt like I just needed a nap, but I ended up napping so late that Mom and Dad already went to bed.\" \nKatrina laughed. \n\"Well, can I get you something?\" the witch said, \"Looks like we have milk, Coke, sparkling water, and apple juice.\" \n\"Coke sounds good.\" \n\"One glass of Coke, coming up.\" \nKatrina got a glass out of the cupboard and filled it up with three-quarters of the way with cola. After making sure Carmen wasn't looking, she then topped up the glass with the liquid from her horn. She then poured herself a glass of sparkling water and carried both glasses to the table. Carmen picked up her glass of Coke and took a sip. \n\"Thanks.\" Carmen said, \"Hey, would you mind grabbing me a straw?\" \n\"No problem.\" \nKatrina stood up and walked back across the kitchen. She rummaged through one of the drawers by the fridge and found a plastic package of bendy straws. She took one out and carried it back to the table, bending it before dropping it into the Coke. \n\"Thanks again.\" \nKatrina took a sip of her sparkling water. It tasted a little different than what she expected, almost like a diluted strawberry flavor. \n*Maybe there was a problem at the bottling plant.* Katrina thought. \nIt didn't matter to her, she didn't have any allergies or anything that could cause problems with a cross-contaminated drink. She continued to drink her beverage as she subtly studied Carmen's white tank top. She had already drank half of her Coke, and her nipples were starting to poke out. \n*It's working!* Katrina thought as she finished off the glass of water. \nAs she set the empty glass down on the table, she felt a tingly warmth in her chest. \n\"Is it getting hot in here?\" Katrina asked. \n\"I feel fine.\" Carmen said as she drank the last of her Coke. \n\"Huh, I feel warm.\" \n\"I wouldn't worry about it, unless you feel anything else unusual.\" \n\"Yeah, it's probably nothing.\" \nKatrina took another glance at Carmen's shirt. It was subtle, but the fabric was beginning to curve around her chest, and there was the faintest hint of cleavage peeking over the top. Katrina was struggling to suppress her grin when she felt the tingling grow stronger. Her nipples grew hard, rubbing against her rough robe as she brought her arms back. \n\"Are you sure you're alright?\" Carmen asked. \n\"I don't know, my... my chest is feeling tingly and stuff.\" \n\"Mind if I take a look?\" \n\"Sure. Give me a sec.\" \nKatrina undid her belt and her robe opened up behind her. She lifted the fabric off her shoulders and lowered it to below her chest. \n\"Wow,\" Carmen said, \"looks like your tits have finally started growing in.\" \n\"Wait, what?!\" Katrina asked. \n\"Yeah, look.\" \nCarmen gently poked her sister's chest, and Katrina gasped as the digit sunk in slightly. She had boobs! Small ones, but still. \n\"That's impossible.\" Katrina said, \"They were flat as ever just a minute ago. Unless...\" \n\"Unless what?\" \n\"Oh, nothing.\" \nCarmen didn't think it sounded like nothing, but she adjusted the straps of her tank top and didn't press the issue. \n\"Well, if they are starting to come in, you should expect them to feel a little weird. Unless they start hurting or something, they'll... they'll be fine.\" \nCarmen paused to rub her shoulders. \n\"God, this shirt must've shrunk in the wash or something.\" she said, \"It didn't used to be this tight around my shoulders.\" \nCarmen carried her glass over to the dishwasher, but when she bent over to put it in, she nearly dropped the cup. Her previously loose tank top was being stretched out by two mounds of flesh that weren't there before. She scrambled to put the glass away before standing back up. Her tits jiggled with the rapid motion, and she was hypnotized by the sight. \n\"Hey, Katrina? Can you make sure I'm not going crazy?\" \nKatrina turned to her sister as she redid her belt. \n\"What do you mean?\" Katrina asked. \n\"Is it my imagination, or are my boobs suddenly bigger?\" \n\"Shit, you're right. They're definitely bigger.\" \n\"That can't be right, though. I only... I mean, there's no way they can just grow this much this quickly, can they?\" \n\"Well, mine didn't start coming in until tonight either, so I guess anything's possible.\" \n\"Yeah, but... that's... Look, Kat, there's... something I need to tell you.\" \n\"Don't worry, you can tell me anything.\" \n\"I... I put something in your water.\" \n\"What?!\" \n\"Just a little breast enhancement serum. Nothing dangerous. But I must've got some in my drink or something, cause--\" \n\"No, you didn't.\" Katrina said, \"That was... that was me. I brewed up a little boob growth potion because I thought... you know...\" \n\"Wait a minute. *You* gave *me* a boob growth potion at the same time *I* gave *you* a breast enhancement serum?\" \n\"I guess so, yeah. God, that's such a relief, I thought I'd messed up the potion and released something into the air or something.\" \n\"And I was worried I'd accidentally contaminated myself with something from my experiment. Glad we're both just looking out for each other.\" \n\"Yeah.\" \nThe two sisters stood in awkward silence, their eyes darting between each other's faces and chests. \n\"So...\" Carmen said, \"wanna compare notes?\" \nKatrina undid her belt again and removed her robe completely, while Carmen lifted her tank top over her head. Their breasts were both still growing steadily. Carmen's seemed to have a headstart, but only slightly, as they were both pretty similar in size. At a glance, Carmen estimated them to be close to a C cup, though the growth had not yet slowed for either of them. \n\"Do you know how big they're supposed to get?\" Katrina asked. \n\"I was aiming for around a DD, but I may not have been super precise.\" Carmen said, \"What about your potion?\" \n\"The spellbook said it was supposed to add six inches. I think that'd be a... G cup?\" \n\"Wow. That's... big.\" \n\"It's not too much, is it?\" \n\"No, I think that'll be fine.\" \nCarmen cupped her new boobs in her hands. Despite their rapid growth, they appeared perfectly smooth and round. Katrina's breasts, meanwhile, were a little patchy in color and had visible veins, but she was too busy kneading them to notice or care. They felt really good, growing in her hands as she played with them. Carmen brought a hand up to her nipple, and gave it a curious squeeze. Pleasure shot down Carmen's spine.\n\nThey loved each other so much."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] What troubles could a young, redhead tiefling get into?
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"content": "She start travelling alone after spliting up with her party after a heated argument. After some days she is saved by a lone paladin. They start travelling together for convenience but she finds out he is actually a virgin, not by obligation of his god/goddess but by choice to remain \"pure and uncorrupted\" and then she decides to \"corrupt\" him. She succeeds but now have to deal with the daily consequences."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Hit me with some selfcest/clone scenarios, and I will see what I can do!
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"content": "\\-\"Draupnir is a golden ring that Odin owns, which has the ability to create 8 exact copies of itself which drip from the original ring every 9 nights.\"\r \nHumanized Draupnir or make it a magical item, in both cases Draupnir (or the wearer of it or one of the copies) has the ability to create 8 clones of themselves, but they are stuck together (=they can't seperate from each other more then 1-2 inches) until 9 nights have passed. They also can only create more clones once they are seperated. \n\n\n\\-a treasure hunter finds a long lost temple, whose legends say to contain an ever increasing treasure. But, to get to the treasure, the MC has to go through a series of mirror mazes. A text on the entrence to the first mirror maze warns intruders to get in, as everyone going in will be lost inside forever. They also warn, that each maze has multible magical mirrors (distinguishable from the normal ones by a magical glow), that can be used as exits, but only one of them will make the MC progress, the others will bring the MC back to the start, as well as shifting the whole mirror maze around to be completly different. The text also warns, that the false exists will make reaching the treasure harder in other ways as well, not specifying though what exactly it is. As the MC will find out, the false exists will also create an exact clone of the MC. Depending on how you all want to use this idea, it can end up in them trying to race each other to get the real treasures, only to constantly mess up and create more and more \"competitors\", or the MC works together with their clones, slowly losing interest in the treasure and gaining more in their clones the more often they take the \"wrong\" exists. Maybe could also use it that it turns out, that the treasure is not one of increasing amounts of gold, but maybe 2 transportable versions of the magical mirror, where when put something into one of them, double the amount comes out of the other, or just a safe way to enter and exit the temple whenever they want to create more company \\^\\^\n\n\\-someone with a high lust/self love finds an abandoned laboratory (or is themselves a scienties with such a laboratory), that is dedicated to cloning, beeing filled with various cloning mirrors, cloning ray guns, cloning machines, ect. . If the MC found the laboratory, they are curiously trying one of the gadgets/machines out, only to discover that it makes clones. Beeing playfull and loving ot have more of themselves, they try out the other machines/gadgets as well, eventually also cloning those, so there is always a toy for each of them to play and clone around with. In the case of they are the scientist making them, there are going to be more and more of her in the laboratory to help them invent and build more devices dedicated to keep creating more of them. \n\n\n\\-someone has answered an ad, that searches for the narcisticest person of the world. They only have to do a simple task are going to be reward with not only enogh wealth for the rest of thier life, but also to be the cover of every beauty magazine, porno and sex magazine for a full year. The task is pretty simple: \nThey are left alone in a luxierous room, that has everything the person needs, as well as enough mirrors to satisfy their narcistic needs. They cant leave the room for that one week, and after the week, a board with 100 buttons will appear. 1 of those opens the door, leaving the room means they fulfilled the taks. Every other button does something they dont get told, but they guarantee that its not going to be anything harmfull for them. (then i noticed i was partly writing the story already, so i try to keep it short and focused on the idea only XD)\r \nbasically, every other button will instead not only cause the person to be cloned, but also the room seems to get bigger to have it comfortable for both of them, everything seems to have been adjusted as it was always meant to have been made for that amount of people. They will love to have more of themselves here, and continue to accidently press the wrong buttons, causing more and more of them to appear. The more of them there are here, the less they care to actually get out, they just keep pressing buttons to have more of them pop up, making love to each other on the board to press a lot of buttons in the process and so on and on \\^\\^ \n\n\n\\-someone makes/finds a mirror, where the mirror-image of only them can walk out of the mirror (nothing new so far)\r \n\\- the person and their mirror image like that so much, that they wish they could have more mirror images of them appear\r \n\\-they eventually find out, that any mirror that is displayed inside that special mirror works as aduplucation mirror as well\r \n\\-so they experiment with differnt mirror-constalation to create more and more mirror images, eventually building up to have full mirrot rooms, buildings, and eventually planning to cover the whole earth into one giant, massive multiplying mirror constalation\r \n\\-personality vise i would say maybe just extremly horny and unaware of their consequences, or extremly narcisstic, beliving the world deserves more and more of them\r \n\r \n\\-A mad scientist creates a virus, that turns everyone infected into a clone of her, with zhe intend to spread the virus over the world. Due to miscalculations though, the iq of all clones drop to more or less 0, instead their sex drive and happyness go up to extremes, making every clone wanting to have every non-effected enjoy the same brainless joy they fill The scientiest tries to stop tzem, but they spread so fast, that she is eventually going to get infected as well."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A cowgirl camgirl brings her friend in "sample" her milk and for some girl on girl breast play. This has an immediate positive effect on her views and a gradual but even more positive effect on her friend's figure...
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"content": "“You know,” Hope starts, “If you want to suck on my tits, you could at least do it while I’m filming.” \r\n\n“What? What do you mean, I don’t want to,” You start, before her finger reaches your lips. \r\n\n“Well, do you?” she teases, showing you a ton of cleavage. “Yeah. Yeah, I do.”\r\n\n“Well, go get dressed up; I’ll set up the cameras\\~” She says, leaving. You quickly go into your own room, and put on a shirt and some pants. Your stick-like body doesn’t need much in the clothing area, so it’s pretty quick. You wait in your room, holding your feline ear to the wall. You hear a muffled “Hey guys… It’s so good to see you all! Now, I have a very, very special gift for you all\\~”\r\n\nSeveral dings are heard, and Hope continues. “Oh my, you are all so thirsty! Well, my friend is thirsty in a different manner.” She giggles, and says, “Oh, and LactoseLover? I do hope you don’t get jealous\\~”\r\n\nSeveral dings later, she says, “Well\\~ It seems we’ve reached our goal! Let me go fetch my kitten now\\~”\r\n\nYou rush over to your bed, acting as though you haven’t been listening through the wall. A rush of ‘Dings’ stream out of her computer, and you hear her soft giggles. You stare at the door, and she appears, holding a leash and a collar. You raise your eyebrow, and she walks up, and whispers in your ear, “Please?”\r\n\n“Fine,” you hiss, letting her collar you. She does, and connects the leash to the collar, leading you into her room. You see her screen, with the chat going from zero to *fucking wild* the moment you entered with ‘CATBOY?!?’ being the main message.\r\n\n“I’m not a catboy,” you mutter, and the chat goes even faster, too fast for you to read. Hope pushes you to the bed, and you fall down with a faint ‘oof’. You’ve sat between her and the camera, the top of your head obscuring the screen, your ears framing her. And just like chat, you brain goes from zero to fucking wild, because Hope? Just took off her bra?!? And now she’s sitting down next to you!?! And she’s holding your head?!! And she’s definitely saying something, by the faint ‘dings’ that are sounding out from her computer. But all you can focus on is her perfect tits, with the long, round nipple. You’ve opened your mouth subconsciously, and she shoves your head onto her nipple. The impact of your head hitting her mattress like breasts causes a bit of the heavenly milk to leak out, and your brain simply shuts down. You suck instinctively, the only thing that matters is sucking all of the heavenly ambrosia out of her.\r\n\n“Wow, she was very thirsty, wasn’t she guys?” Hope says as you suck her nipple. She chats with her audience, until someone writes \\[Hey, is it just me, or is Kitten getting bigger?\\] \r\n\n“Don’t be silly guys,” Hope says, looking down, “She’s not getting… Oh my.” At this point, her right breast is getting dry, and you’ve already become a lot curvier. Your flat hips, butt, and chest have rounded out, and your shirt and jeans are struggling to survive. “Well, chat. How’s about letting my little kitten grow?”\r\n\nThe audience was already going absolutely insane, but you’d think she just gave them each a free ticket to fuck her. Her computer is dinging like crazy, and she says, “Alright, alright… Let’s get Kitten some more milk, shall we?” And she pulls you off of her breast.\r\n\n“Nyaaaaaaa” you moan, “More…”\r\n\n“Of course, kitten. I have a whole other breast\\~” Hope says, before you rush into her other breast. Everything is going well until \r\n\n“RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIP”\r\n\nYour shirt explodes off, revealing your back to the world. A few moments later, your jeans rip open, revealing your green panties to Hope’s audience. Well, at least they can’t look at it long, and it zips off of you as the elastic snaps. Your bra, luckily, doesn’t snap, as Hope removed it when your shirt ripped. You’re now completely naked, suckling on her breast. \r\n\nWhen you finish her off, you’ve grown significantly. You’re nowhere near Hope’s size, but your natural beauty makes up for it. Once you run out, you release your hold on Hope’s tits, collapsing out of a mix of pleasure and fullness. Soft ‘Nyas’ emerge from your throat, as Hope kisses in between your ears.\r\n\nYou’ve become a regular on Hope’s streams now. The enlarging effects are only temporary; however, there doesn’t seem to be a limit as to how large you can get. You don’t mind, however. Her milk is so delicious, you occasionally drink some off stream.\r \n*You’re a thirsty little kitten, aren’t you?*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You and everyone around you suddenly got body swapped. You have to adjust your new life in that random person’s body but something about their body makes you horny.
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"content": "What was supposed to be a regular freshman mixer turned out to be the complete uprooting of something like, 20 different lives. And, what’s worse, is that nobody knows what caused it. \n\nI had just turned 18 before FROSH week. Old enough to do pretty much everything except drink legally. But you know how FROSH is. Somehow, alcohol always ends up finding its way to the party. We had a week before classes started, so I was all for letting loose and winding down. I was something of a keener in high school, so I missed out on the whole party hard thing. \n\nI didn’t know anyone at the party. I showed up with some other girls in my Poli-Sci program, but that was about all I knew about them, apart from their names—Kylie and Sita. The mixer was in the student lounge. It was a large-ish room with black leather swivel chairs and cheap-looking linoleum tables. In a corner that looked like it normally sold coffee, a woman was handing out beverages. \n\nI made small talk with Sita and Kyle, mostly about our course load, when some guys approached us. They looked pretty cute. The taller one, a guy named Garret apparently decided to attach himself to me, because he followed me around the rest of the night. \n\nThe party was going pretty OK. Nothing crazy. Just some awkward people trying to pretend like they weren’t awkward, many of them trying to get laid. Because, after all, that’s what you did in college, right?\n\nWell, I’m not sure what the exact time was. I didn’t have a watch or anything, and wasn’t really keeping an eye out for it. But at some point during my conversation, where Garrett was humble bragging about how he managed to get into a program with a limited number of students that could be accepted, I blacked out.\n\nThat was unusual for me. It had never happened before. I wasn’t a big drinker, so I had never had a hangover before. But I imagine that’s sort of how I felt when I came to—however long after.\n\nI was on the floor. I felt incredibly heavy. It took a few tries to get to my feet, and that was with the help of one of the chairs in the lounge. As my eyes slowly focused, it became clear that everyone else in the room had fainted as well. Everyone looked groggy, confused. I wondered if someone had somehow managed to roofie an entire room of people.\n\nThen I heard a scream.\n\nMy head whipped around to the source: a short girl with black hair was screaming and staring at her hands. \n\nAnother scream from close by: a tall, lanky guy clutching at his chest.\n\nPanic grew, as everyone around me was either shouting or groping themselves in confusion and horror. \n\nMy head was still woozy, and my balance was still off. I felt like I was going to throw up. I knew where the bathroom was, so I wobbled over in that direction. Someone else apparently had the same idea, because we bumped into each other.\n\n“Sorry,” I mumbled, scratching at my throat. My voice sounded way off.\n\nThe girl looked up at me. \n\nI paused.\n\nThe girl in front of me was about 5’3. She was dressed in skinny fit jeans, and wore a white top and a moss-green jacket. She was a little underweight for her height, had blonde hair cut at the shoulders. Her brown eyes were wide with fear. \n\n“Do you know what’s going on?” She said, on the verge of tears, in a strange accent. “I’m not me…this body…it’s not my body!”\n\nI slumped back into the wall and fell onto the floor. What I was experiencing just couldn’t be. It was physically impossible. And I knew that for the pure, simple fact that I was staring up at myself. \n\nOnly, I was very much not myself right at that moment."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] A good girl transforms into bad bitch but with magic/science
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"content": "A sweet, just, and curvy as all hell mage finds herself hitting a wall with her studies as she struggles to draw on enough magical power to perform the more advanced spells, so she gets her hand on an amulet to drastically increase her power, but at night as \"payment\" for its help, it strips her naked, gags her, ties her up nice and insidiously tight, and forces her to orgasm for hours on end, and with each passing night, her desire to remain bound and helpless all the time continues to grow and grow."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] An Unusual Sort of Vampirism
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"content": "An entire vampire \"family\" is ultimately a hive mind, controlled by the grandsire. If the grandsire relaxes their attention or the offspring is very wilful, then the offspring can take independent action. Or if the grandsire pays attention and wills it, they can remote-pilot their offspring's bodies.\n\nPossible prompts within that:\n\n* Your vampire lover is practically a harem in one person. She doesn't mind you picking whichever of her \"offspring\" you want to play with while she's busy with something else.\n* Troublemaking vampires work together: while one is out doing whatever she likes, the other keeps their grandsire \"distracted\".\n* A new vampire is shown her place by being put under that remote control."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Your easily misled boss watched a documentary about how much wolves improved the ecosystem, and decided to try the same experiment with wolfgirls in the office. They definitely are changing the mood around here...
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"content": "“Heeeyyyy…” Hunts By Moon, or Moony for short, says, entering your office. “Watcha doing?”\r\n\n“Oh, hey Moony,” you say, looking up from your spreadsheets. “Come on in.”\r\n\nShe enters, closing the door, and just standing there. She’s still wearing one of Brad’s dress shirts, the sweet hearted hunk. His first thought, when he saw a bunch of naked wolf-girls in the office, was to go a block down to a department store and buy a bunch of shirts. Moony’s the only one that wears her shirt by herself, the rest having to be wrestled into them. Like most of the Lupinea, her hair is rough and untamed, with her large ears searching for every sound. Her large, furred tail shakes a bit when she sees you. Her digitigrade paws muffle the already quiet sounds of walking on carpet to nearly nothing. Her legs are covered with thick, matted fur, up to about mid-thigh. It’s a similar situation with her arms, except stopping at her wrist, revealing her human hands. In the weird light of your office, her fur looks a midnight blue, even though her normal colour is a deep grey. She’s holding a bag and walks over next to you.\r\n\n“Here,” she says, handing you the bag. You tell her to get down and fix her tie. She gives you a small lick in return, when you start looking through the bag.\r\n\n“So, I’m doing the paperwork part of inventory right now,” you explain, “Essentially, you remember what my job is?”\r\n\n“Oh! Yes, I remember! So, the big boss has a lot of things that do things. They need other things to do the things, though. So, your job is to make the things that do things are still there, and if one is broken, you have to get the ‘Pur-chase-things’ guys to get another. And also tell them how much of the other things the ‘Lab-rars’ used,” she says, and it’s mostly right.\r\n\n“Close enough. The equipment is the stuff that does things, and they run on ‘Fuel’ and ‘Parts’. However, it seems someone isn’t doing their job,” you say. \r\n\n“How?” Moony asks, pulling up a chair she likes. *(Why does your office have another chair?)*\r\n\n“Well, on this screen is last year’s spreadsheet,” you say, pointing to the screen as you say so. “And this screen is this year’s spreadsheet. Notice anything?”\r\n\n“Mhm… Oh, this year’s ‘Spread sheep’ is way bigger! Is that bad?” she says. You start to explain, but she interrupts you again, “Oh, wait. On last year’s sheep, the numbers are all very big, but on this year’s, all the numbers are way smaller! And smaller numbers are better, so this year’s sheep is better!”\r\n\n“You have made the same mistake someone else did,” you say. When she looks disappointed, you rub her head, and her tail starts up again. “Don’t worry; you didn’t go to school for corporate finances; I did. Then again, anyone who went to school should have noticed this, and I should have been notified!”\r\n\n“Why?” she asks, before she looks at the spreadsheets again. “Mhm… can I?” she says, pointing at the mouse. You let her, and after a little bit, she manages to scroll down to the ‘Total’ line. “So, this number is all the other numbers together, right?” you nod, and she says, “And they need to be as little as possible, right?” You nod again, both proud and slightly pissed that this wolf girl, who’s never gone to school is both a better computer user than most of the big wigs in the building and has more business sense.\r\n\n“Yeah, but that’s not all!” you say, taking back the mouse. You switch over to the ‘Total’ page and go down to the yearly total. “This is the total for the equipment, the fuel, and the parts. Notice anything else?”\r\n\n“The total for this year is way bigger?” she says, and she gets another pat on the head.\r\n\n“Correct. So, I’ve gone through all the paperwork, which I shouldn’t have had to do, but I found out what’s been going on. I was going to go yell at the person who authorized this without notifying me. Do you want to come with?”\r\n\n“Yes!” She says, her tail whipping around, “But why is this year’s sheep bigger?”\r\n\nYou get up, and walk through the building, Moony close on your heels. “Well, someone was spending pounds to save pence. We’ve been using company A,” you say, not saying any specific company, “For as long as I’ve been here, and only one or two machines break catastrophically per year. We were also buying about… 4 machines worth of parts per year, and 4 more machine’s worth of fuel.” You reach the idiot’s office, but they aren’t there! “Ugh,” you say, “Come on.” \r\n\n“So… did a lot of machines break?” Moony asks\r\n\n“No, not at first. We replaced one because it got too old; That was fine, it was planned, but someone bought a machine from company B. Which, to be honest, is reasonable. Company B sells affordable products. But we need high quality ones. The machine it replaced worked fine, only needing one major repair in 30 years. Company B’s machine broke in the first month.”\r\n\n“Oh, so bad machine?” Moony asks, following you to the elevator. You head to the second floor, to ask Brad where the idiot is.\r\n\n“No, that was one of the longest lasting one. Not only do we not have any parts for B, but we also haven’t bought any more parts for A. So, a problem we have is that an issue which would have been fixed easily on A, is a huge problem for B.”\r\n\n“So… if B is cheaper, then what’s the problem?” Moony asks\r\n\n“Ok, so, if you split a… chicken in half,” you say, making sure Moony is following along, “And one person gets one whole chicken, and another person gets 3 halves, the second person gets more chicken, right?”\r\n\n“Oh, I see! You’re buying so much ‘E-Quip-man’ from company B that you’re spending more than buying the one, more expensive A?”\r\n\n“Yep.” You say, before reaching Brad. He has two wolf-girls surrounding him, both of which have his arms in their cleavage. You hear Moony huff, and turn around to see her covering her smaller, yet still respectable breasts. (You're getting kinda tired of being the flattest girl in this building). You come from a long line of flat chested women, and your small C cups are the largest in your family. You’d eat your expense reports if Moony’s were any smaller than D cups, maybe E’s, and she’s fucking concave compared to the ones hugging Brad. “Hey, Brad,” you wave, “Need to find someone.”\r\n\n“Oh, who?” he says, always sounding like he’s doing a Kronk impression, “I can help ya out, sure!”\r\n\n“Miss Fletcher; I need to yell at her,” you say.\r\n\n“Oh, yeah, she’s in boardroom C. She’s in a meeting with Mark, and the Pres, I think.” Mark is the head of maintenance, and your good friend. You haven’t seen him in a while, actually.\r\n\n\r\n\n(Part 2 coming Soon^(tm))"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: His rich friend offered to pay for the gene mods to turn him into a girl. The only caveats were: his friend got to include a few sexy extras in the mods, and that the two of them would spend summer break together...
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"content": "“You’re… you’re joking!” Oliver says.\r\n\n“No, I’m not,” Richard, Rich to his friends, says, “Listen, dude; We’ve been best friends since… forever, really.” He sips at his whiskey and snaps his fingers. “If it makes you feel any better, how’s about a deal!”\r\n\n“A deal?” Oliver replies, “What deal?”\r\n\n“In exchange for letting me give you the gene mods, you’ll let me select what mods, I won’t give you a birthday present, and…” He pauses, thinking a bit, “Oh! You’ll come with me to Hawaii. Clean up, do the dishes, cook. That sort of stuff. Consider it as ‘working off’ the mods.”\r\n\n“So, indentured servitude?” Oliver says, “Really?”\r\n\n“Well, Olly,” Rich says, “It’s that, or I’m giving you the mods for free. Your choice.”\r\n\n‘Curse my inability to accept gifts!’ Oliver thinks, before saying, “I accept.”\r\n\n“Perfect!” Rich says, pulling out his Holo-Top, “Now, let’s get ordering.”\r\n\n“Wait, no, you don’t need to custom order them, I’ll be fine with a standard-” He starts saying, before Rich puts his finger on his lips.\r\n\n“Nope, not hearing it. If you’re going to insist on working off your mods, I’ll insist on making them worth working off.”\r\n\n“Fiiiiine” Oliver hisses, before settling down to prevent Rich from spending the equivalent of his yearly salary on the mods.\r\n\n(He… kinda succeeded. The mods only cost twice his yearly salary.)\r\n\n=============================================================================\r\n\n“I still can’t believe you managed to convince me to go to Hawaii with you,” Ollivia says, and Rich just huffs. \r\n\n“You could have just… accepted the gift?” Rich tries, trying to avoid laughing.\r\n\n“Never!” Ollivia says. She catches a glance of her new body in a mirror. A young woman looks back. Long, honey coloured hair rests on her head, reaching to her knees. Soft, unblemished pale skin covers her body. Silver eyes look back at her, examining her oval face. Soft, plump lips shift with every errant mood, a face splitting smile turning into a thick pout within the shift of an eye. Below, an extremely voluptuous body rests, head sized breasts hanging proudly from her chest. Her concave waist flares out at her hips, flowing into her thicccc thighs. Her shelf-like ass shakes a bit with every move she makes. She’s wearing a sunhat and a long, flow-y sundress, that is a bit more see-through than she’d be comfortable with normally, but out of the corner of her eye, she sees Rich staring at her. She smirks, as she turns around and says, “See something you like?”\r\n\n“Yeah. Shall we?” Rich says, acting as if he wasn’t just openly staring at her ass. She saunters over, exaggerating the hip-swinging stride she’s gotten used to. Getting into the car, she ensures that she sits as close to Rich as possible, laying her head on his shoulder. She loves teasing him, because he turns the most flustered she’s ever seen! The playboy turns out to be a chivalrous pervert after all!\r\n\n=============================================================================\r\n\nIt’s been two weeks since they’ve arrived in Hawaii, and so far, it’s been very nice. Rich has a very nice house far away from the big city, and she’s been using every single one of the ‘Acts’ Rich gave her access to. ‘Acts’ are essentially modes that people with relevant mods can activate, which allow the ‘Actor’, as they’re called, to access skill sets relevant to the ‘Acts’. So, for example, she has an ‘Act’ which is listed as ‘Chef’. While she’s a decent enough cook on her own, when she’s ‘Acting’, she makes better stuff than most 5-star restaurants! She also has access to ‘Maid’, ‘Masseuse’, and ‘Lifeguard’, which was the only one she asked for, and that was because she didn't want Rich to die because of something stupid.\r\n\nShe’s also become much more… liberal with clothing. Over the weekend, Rich and Ollivia went shopping, and she took advantage of his endless pool of wealth, and her own liberal amounts of… charm. She basically filled her closet with a mix of different things, and she’s tried more and more pornographic scenarios as time went on. When she wakes up, (naked), she goes downstairs, and, wearing only an apron, starts to cook breakfast. She has a few very skimpy maid dresses that she wears when she cleans the house, and a couple string bikinis she’s taken to wearing instead of the one piece she brought. Every single day, she’s gotten hornier and hornier, and at this point, she’s tempted to just bounce on his dick, in order to get some damn relief. She’s wearing some very sexy lingerie and is waiting on his bed. \r\n\n“Olly?” Rich asks, entering his room. She jumps up and kisses him, her plump lips meeting his.\r\n\n“Fuck me\\~” she says, and Rich takes off his pants and his boxers, releasing his massive cock. She kneels down and strokes the long rod. They make their way onto his bed, and she pulls it over to her. She sticks it between her massive, pillowy breasts. Even with how big they are, his massive cock still peeks out of them, allowing her to give him head. Squishing her breasts, she moves up and down, massaging every inch of his massive meat. A little while later, she stops, releasing his penis, before pulling something from his dresser. She puts it in his hands, and he puts it on. Now protected, she climbs up, allowing him to penetrate her virgin pussy. The tables turn, and he gets up, spreading her thicc things, and pounding her into the bed. The springs squeak, as Ollivia moans along with it. His grunts join the sexual concoction, and with a growl, he cums, followed shortly with Ollivia. Pulling out, he dumps the condom on the ground, before cuddling up with his new girlfriend.\r\n\n*She should have done this ages ago*"
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"content": "“Hey there Tim,” she says, carrying a bag with her.\r\n\n“Sup bro-ette!” you say back, taking her bag, “It’s been like, forever since you’ve been over!” You bring her bag to the kitchen, checking to see if the pizza you’ve been making is still good- it is -and you continue, “I see you got some new mods! Looks good on you, Emmy.”\r\n\n“Aww, thanks you big lug,” she says, hugging you, “Now, where’s Nick? I need a little nerd in my life,” she says, licking her lips.\r\n\n“Oh Nick?” you say, pulling out the chips you’ve made, and offering her one, “I dunno. Should be here in a bit. The rest of us are in the gaming room; you remember where right?” you ask, before she lays a hand on your shoulder.\r\n\n“Tim,” she says, “Can I use one of your bedrooms tonight?”\r\n\n“Yeah sure, totally. Why, though? I thought you had loads of money?” you ask, walking to the gaming room. \r\n\n“Well,” she says, “I’m not planning on letting Nick get any sleep tonight\\~”\r\n\n“That’s not healthy,” you respond. “We need at least 6 hours of sleep to properly function! What are you going to be doing, anyhow?”\r\n\n“Oh my god, you fucking himbo!” she says, holding a hand to her face, “I’m planning on fucking him stupid.”\r\n\n“That might take a while; Nick’s real smart,” you say, holding the door open. \r\n\n“Hey hey!” Mike says, prompting his brother, Zach’s attention. “Wow, you look… Different,” the small arms repairman says when he sees Emmy.\r\n\n“Yeah,” Mike says, “You’re way bigger-” \r\n\n“Hang on a second!” you say, interrupting him, before going up to her. She’s as tall as you are! “You are way bigger! Sorry Mike, you were saying?”\r\n\n“Nah, it’s fine!” Mike says, “Anyways, ready to lose?”\r\n\n“Maybe, so long as we can agree on a bet\\~”\r\n\n“Bet? I love gambling, tell me what it is!” Zach says, getting up from his spot on the couch.\r\n\n“Well, I was planning on fucking Nick tonight, so here’s my plan!” she says, clapping her hands together.\r\n\n“And the reason you can’t ask him out to a nice candle lit dinner is?” you ask but get ignored.\r\n\n“So, the one who wins gets to fuck me; and then we let Nick win.”\r\n\n“That sounds like a horrible idea!” Mike says, “Let’s do it!” His brother, however, isn’t impressed. \r\n\n“So… we have to lose.”\r\n\n“Yep.”\r\n\n“To Nick”\r\n\n“Yepp” she says, popping the P. “Don’t worry; I’ll make sure he’s so tired, he won’t have any energy left to brag\\~”\r\n\nYou were going to argue, but then both the pizza timer and the doorbell rings. “I’ll get the door!” Emmy says, and you go get the pizza. Once you get back, Nick is sitting on your couch with Emmy, both of them bright red. \r\n\n‘I hope he’s not sick,’\r\n\n\\-=\\_+\\_=-\r\n\nSo, it’s the morning, and neither Nick nor Emmy have come out of the room they slept in. You’re not sure exactly why, but something tells you that you won’t see either of them for a while…"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A warm and nurturing succubus healer joins a new adventuring group...
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"content": "A warm and nurturing succubus healer joins a new adventuring group... and quickly finds herself drawn to the strong and virile fighter. Watching him in battle turns her on, but it's when she sees him caring for his comrades - even cleaning and bandaging their wounds - that she really starts to feel the stirring of something deeper.\r \n\r \nShe starts to visit him in his dreams, seducing and pleasing him in ways he never even knew were possible. But she knows that he has a strong sense of duty and honour - so she needs to find a way to make him want her as much as she wants him.\r \n\r \nShe comes up with a plan, and the next time they're in town, she takes him to a secluded spot and offers herself to him. At first he's resistant, but she's so persuasive - and so damn hot - that he soon gives in.\r \n\r \nAnd so begins a steamy, passionate affair between the two of them, one that's fuelled by their shared love of breeding. They can't get enough of each other, and the more they have sex, the more they want to have babies.\r \n\r \nSoon, the fighter is begging the succubus to get pregnant with his child, and she's more than happy to oblige. They continue to explore their breeding fetish together, and their passion for each other only grows stronger with each new offspring.\r \nSoon, their progeny forms the greatest army the land has ever seen\r \n\r \nAnd all because two people shared a dirty, sexy secret..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: As embarrassing as it might have been, when a cat girl got so giggly and cuddly when her friend accidentally used catnip body wash, she was more embarrassed that she sort of wanted them to do it again...
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"content": "You turn off the shower-bath-jaccuzi-pool-thing that the bathroom has for some reason and climb out of the sunken tub. Once you do, you flick the switch to drain the water, and grab a towel. You dry your shoulder length, shaggy dark green hair, making sure to pay close attention to your one and a half inch long ears, the pointed funnels vulnerable while the snow white, cotton like fur that protects the inside of your ears is wet. Once your hair is dried to your satisfaction, and the cotton fur has puffed up sufficiently, you wrap the towel around yourself, the large, forest green cloth reaching from well above your pencil-tip eraser nips, to your soft thighs. You knock on your roommate’s door, saying “Autumn, I’m done!” before quickly scampering into your own bedroom.\r\n\nClimbing up to the attic, you examine your bedroom. It’s rather small, however, you’re rather small as well. On one side of the room, is your bed and your closet. Where Autumn’s room has a massive walk-in closet that is nearly bursting with clothes, your small closet is built into the side of the house. Next to your closet is your bed, which is… odd. There’s a half wall, going up to around your hips, which is flush with your closet. The bed is lower than the wall; and along with the blankets you have mounted up above the bed, you’ve created yourself a little cave. On the other side of the bed is a large bay window, with black-out curtains on each pane of glass, to allow you complete darkness. The inside of your bed is covered in an army of stuffed animals, large pillows, and fluffy blankets.\r\n\nThe other side of your bedroom is practically barren, the only thing on that side of the room being a desk, a unique desk chair (You can’t roll anything on the thick shag carpet you have on the floor), which has rails to slide around. On your desk is a collection of monitors, and a docking station for your monster of a laptop. Opening your closet, you quickly throw on some panties and a bra, with a black and green tank-top and some grey sweatpants to cover them.\r \nYou climb into your bed, curling up in your little den, before your stomach roars. Climbing out, and down, you enter the kitchen, prepared to make yourself a little fruit salad. Passing the bathroom door, you catch a minty scent in the air, but your growling stomach overrides your curiosity. \r\n\nYou’ve eaten your salad, and the smell of mint is overpowering your nose. It’s muddying your thoughts, so much that you can’t pay attention to anything else. The scent explodes out of the bathroom, and you barely notice Autumn walking out of the bathroom. All your thoughts are dedicated to getting closer to that delightful smell…\r\n\nYour legs move on their own, before you pounce upon the source. Deep in your mind, you hear a voice, but it’s overpowered by the heavenly smell. Your nose is digging itself into some strands, every movement revealing more and more of the smell. \r\n\nYou feel yourself falling down, but the smell hasn’t moved, so you don’t care. Something pokes you, but you barely notice it through the haze. You spend what feels like an eternity, and yet not nearly long enough, when you feel something try to pull you away from the smell. You hiss, holding onto the smell even harder, but the force overpowers you. \r\n\nThe haze fades slightly, and you manage to focus enough to listen to… something… You can only focus on the bright orange hair that emits the sharp smell. Any attempt to reunite with it is halted by a force in between your breasts.\r\n\n“...what was that for…” a voice says, sounding as faint as if she was across the valley. Your eyes flicker down to her face, torn in a frown… does she want an explanation?\r\n\n“Smell… good…” you manage to get out. Your brain powers through the current problem. Not the one that the deepest part of your brain is screaming out, however. The one where you aren’t close enough to the heavenly scent… Your drug addled brain eventually works out that, if you can’t go to the smell, maybe you could bring the smell to you?\r\n\nYou manage to get your legs around her shoulders and pull her down to you. Any thought processes that you may have regained have been shattered by the return of the smell, but the high is short-lived. The force returns, now doubled, and you return to the bed. But due to your positions, you pull her down with you. Her head is sat above yours, and several strands skitter over your nose. The haze disappears slightly, and words filter through.\r\n\n“Fine… If … want to smell… you’ll have to… ears…”\r\n\nYou nod, uncaring about anything but that smell. The force returns, keeping you from taking charge. You go limp, and the force manoeuvres you someplace else; instead of the minty strands, your face is buried into a tough, yet smooth surface. Your confusion is immediately abated when you inhale. If the frigid minty smell alone was heavenly, then its combination with the warm, sweet scent of maple syrup turns it orgasmic. You immediately snap out of it, the haze and bliss becoming smothered under the feeling of something touching your ears. In the split second of sanity, you realise the scent you’ve been attacking is Autumn’s hair, which makes her the only one who could have touched your ears.\r\n\nEven the smallest touch brings back vile memories, jeers and attacks flowing back into you… But it’s Autumn. Despite her prickly exterior, Autumn would hurt a fly. Her touch evaporates, but you nuzzle her slightly, softly saying, “Please?”\r\n\nThe moment she touches your ears once more, any semblance of sanity you may have captured escapes, and you return to inhaling the orgasmic scent. At one point, you start purring, and at another, she starts nuzzling in between your ears, cooing nonsense. You eventually fall asleep together, nuzzling each other.\r\n\nYou woke up first and escaped to your bedroom. After some investigation, you find some Catnip Body Wash and Shampoo. They’re currently hidden somewhere in your room. Whenever Autumn has a bad day, you sneak into the bedroom and swap her toiletries with the catnip laced version, and she feels better after some cuddles."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Anything Tentacle Related
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"content": "in a cave, lives a being created by magic that has several tentacles, until a female knight invades and rapes him.\n\nyou boyfriend has been weird since you bought that old book. It was their night together and he shows you \"something\" that happened to him and you love it.\n\n​\n\nyou are a scientist who has been selected to work on a scientific project. it seems a new way of life has been discovered"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Your girlfriend has an unusual ailment - she needs to be creampied twice a day or she simply won’t function.
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"content": "After dating for the first few weeks, I began to notice she was tired all time. She was always yawning and would often fall asleep in her food during dinner if we went out to eat. It wasn't until later that I found out this had nothing to do with any sleep disorders but rather a physical need of hers. Her body just couldn't cope without being “filled” at least twice daily.\n\nI'm not sure what exactly happened to make my girl like this. Some people say it's some kind of psychological issue, others claim that she has been turned on by men for so long that now she can't live without them. Whatever the cause may be, I decided to help her in any way possible since I love her dearly.\nOnce I found out about her condition I did everything in my power to fulfill her desires and keep up with her needs. After several months of research, trial and error, I finally came up with a solution that seems to work amazingly well and helps keep her energy up so she can get through the day. \n\nNow I have to admit it's hard work. My skin can get raw, and I don’t always feel in the mood. But I know it's important for her so I do whatever is needed.\nUsually, we have no problem. There was one day, however, when things didn’t go as usual.\n\nI got up early to prepare breakfast. We usually eat together in the mornings so we could spend some quality time over our morning meal. This particular day, I noticed she was still sleeping when I finished preparing the food. So I left it there and went to take a shower. I figured she'd wake up eventually so I “took care of myself” in the meantime. When I returned after my shower, I discovered the table was set, but she was nowhere in sight.\n\nI checked the bathroom only to find her taking a shower. She never took showers before breakfast.\n\n\"Hey babe, are you okay?\" I said.\n\nShe opened the curtain and looked at me. “Yeah, can I have a creampie this morning? I have a big meeting and I’m exhausted.”\n\n“Shit, I’m sorry. I just jerked off.” I said. “I thought you were good from last night.”\n\n\"No, I need more.\" she replied. \"Can you do it now? Please?\"\n\nA big part of me wanted to deny her request, but I also knew how badly she needed it. I got in the shower with her and bent her over the tub. I was worried I wouldn’t be able to get it up.\n\n“Come on, get hard for me.” she said.\n\nIt was no use. It was still soft.\n\n“You’re gonna have to do that thing I like.” I said.\nShe smiled and grabbed a tube out of the cabinet. She rubbed some of it on my shaft and then started rubbing it onto her clit. The smell of the cream always turned me on. She rubbed it all over her breasts as well. Then she took my cock into her mouth and started sucking it. She put my hands on her breasts.\n\nThe taste of her saliva mixed with the flavor of the cream made me instantly hard. As soon as I felt it start to rise, I rammed my dick down her throat. She gagged slightly but immediately took it back in. I could tell she loved having my cock deep inside her throat and had a hard time pulling away. I moved my hands to her head and began fucking her face.\n\n\"Yes, fuck my face. Give me your cum.\" she said.\nI pulled out and aimed my cock at her pussy. I held it above her entrance and slowly pushed it in.\n\n\"Oh yeah!\" she moaned. \"That feels incredible! Fuck me with that monster.\"\n\nI couldn't believe how much I was enjoying this. \n\nUsually I can't stand these situations where I'm forced to do something against my will, but this was different.\n\nI pulled it out and pushed it back in again.\n\n\"Faster!\" she yelled. \"Harder! Faster!\"\n\nI fucked her harder and faster. I began to groan.\n\n\"Cum in me.\" she said\n\nI shook my head.\n\n\"Please, please, cum in me. I want to feel it. Cum on my pussy. Fill me up with your delicious sperm. Let me taste it.\"\n\nI thrust my hips forward and exploded deep inside her womb, filling her completely with my seed. I kept pumping until I was finished and the cum was pouring out of her.\n\n\"Thank you baby.\" she said as she stood up and kissed me. \"I needed that so bad.\"\n\nI wiped my cock off with a towel and got dressed. I helped her put on her clothes and we headed downstairs. She looked radiant and her energy levels seemed higher than usual. I was glad I had fulfilled her request, even if it left me feeling raw. I love her so much, I’d do anything for her."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Girl become horrible creatures
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"content": "She had only glimpsed the summoning book, but even that was enough to infect her mind with sweet promises. At night they would whisper to her that the world was so much bigger than she could have ever imagined. In the morning she woke up drenched in sweat and her own affections. The voices spoke of unbelievable vistas of pleasure, unknowable buttes of ecstasy. All she had to do was accept the invitation, accept the Mistress.\n\nHer form could been described as monstrous, by those of lesser minds. To her Mistress, she was beautiful. To her Mistress, she was enough. To her Mistress, she was so much more.\n\nWhy would she ever leave?\n\n(This is more or less based on The Invitation by ButtSmithy. Worth a read, but very erotic body horror)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "Well, the truth is..." The first said; "We've all had a crush on you too..." said the second; "And we talked it over..." chimed the third; "And we all agreed we want to be with you together." the fourth finished; "So what do you say?" the fifth asked.
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"content": "***Hydra Hubby***\n\nA pretty, young woman sighs, a smile on her face as she rubs the bridge of her nose. “You know that the joke doesn’t get any funnier the more you say it, right?”\r\n\n“Aww, come on, babe!” the Hydranius says, one of his bodies looking under her hand. “I can see you smiling!”\r\n\n“It’s a smile of suffering,” she says, sarcastically. “But,” she says, kissing him on each of his lips, “That’s why I love you, you big reptile.”\r\n\nOne of his bodies slithers off to the kitchen, while the other four distract her. One of them covers her eyes, while the one returns, holding a chocolate and spider berry cake. \r\n\n“Happy birthday!” he says, uncovering her eyes. “I made you your favourite!”\r\n\n“So that’s why you were trying to be funny,” she says, “Thank you\\~”\r\n\n“I thought I was being funny!” he says, his expression hurt. His smile returns as one of his heads lights the candles.\r\n\nWordlessly, she blows out the candles. He asks, “What did you wish for?”\r\n\n“You already know what I wished for,” she says, as one of his bodies cuts the cake. \r\n\n*He might be a massive dork, but he’s my massive dork*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When an aspiring alchemist recreates a potion of beauty from old notes, he doesn't realize that it will turn him specifically into a beautiful woman...
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"content": "“POOOOOFFF” Plumes of smoke escape from behind a closed door. It opens, revealing a woman amongst the smoke. Walking out reveals her bombshell body being barely covered by scraps of the Royal Alchemist uniform. Her perfectly made up face sits in a pout, the professionally styled hair sitting in front of her left eye. The baby blue eye gazes at her surroundings. She looks down at herself, and back at you. \r\n\n“Hm… how odd,” she says, her deep honey voice making your heart skip a beat. “It seems like my latest concoction has had unexpected effects…”\r\n\n“Sir?” you ask, “Is that you?”\r\n\n“Yes. It appears the ancient recipe had side effects.”\r\n\n“I-I should get you some clothes,” you say, “I’ll be right back.”\r\n\n\\-=\\_+\\_=-\r\n\nYou’ve given Mr. Cyan-or Ms Cyana now- a set of some clothes, and you had to help her. It seems she’s even bigger than either of you expected, as the tunic reveals most of her midriff, and it struggles to hold back the two globes she has on her chest.\r\n\n“It seems I have run out of Niki-shrooms,” she says. Oh no- Niki-shrooms and Tony-shrooms are nearly impossible for you to tell apart, so your ma-mistress will have to go help you acquire them.\r\n\n“Come along,” she says, and you grab her wallet and a pouch, and quickly follow her out. Luckily, the Alchemist’s Lab is hidden from view, so no one really pays attention to either of you for a while. However, it isn’t long before the goddess of beauty your mistress has become attracts attention… of the more carnal variety. Luckily, you manage to shepard her into the Herbatologist’s store, which is run by a married couple, an elf and a tabaxi. They accept your quick excuses, before your mistress picks out the required items. After the exchange of goods and coins, you hurry to guide your mistress through a few back alleys. Unfortunately, the scum that have been eyeing her up have thought of that.\r\n\n“Well well well,” one of them, some form of orcken bastard, says. “What’s a pretty little thing like you doing here?”\r\n\n“I was simply acquiring some necessary ingredients,” she says, seemingly unaware of the hungry stares pointed at her. “Mushrooms, to be specific.”\r\n\n“Well, I got one mushroom you can eat,” he says, prompting his friends to start laughing. One of them reaches out to pinch your ass, which she immediately notices, freezing the air around his hand solid, and then freezing the rest of them up to their necks. \r\n\n“I will not allow any of you to harass my assistant. The guard will be here to collect you soon,” she says, sauntering past them, prompting you to follow.\r\n\n‘Oh my god, she’s so hot,’ is the first thought in your mind. Unfortunately for you, the potion to counteract the effects is quickly made correctly by your master. \r\n\n*Fortunately, he doesn’t have the same skill at creating the potion of beauty.*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Looking for some nice prompts for two siblings sharing a room
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"content": "At the mage academy, a brother finds himself assigned to the same room his older sister uses. Something she often forgets about as she tinkers with dark magic and elder texts as the expert of her class. One day however as she's translating an ancient text her friend found, she unintentionally activates a spell that strips then binds the pair together, forcing them to make sweet forbidden love to each other for hours."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She sort of assumed one fitness supplement was the same as another. She assumed that until she bought and got hooked on a case of MILFshakes...
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"content": "“Hey, Miala! Come take a look at these!” You exclaim, “Look at these fitness powders: Bimbo brawn, Tomboy Tone, MILF Muscle.” You’re holding three containers, one a bright pink, one a dull grey, and one a dull green. The pink one has a model with large, obviously fake breasts, large lips, and vapid, blue eyes. The grey one has a model that looks a lot like your best friend, small assets, but a very toned body. The third has a strong, yet motherly figure. Aside from the size differences, it looks exactly like your friend.\r\n\n“What is it?” she asks, holding a few items. “Oh, those things. Everyone knows those mods don’t actually work.”\r\n\n“Yeah, but look at this one,” you say, showing her the dull green one, “It looks exactly like you, except…” you trail off, and make a bowl moulding shape with your hands. \r\n\n“Yeah, so?” she says, her face flat as usual, “You can try it if you want; it won’t do anything.”\r\n\n“Well, how about a deal?” you ask, a thought percolating in your mind. “You take the MILF muscle one, and in exchange, I’ll…” You say, pausing. Making deals or bets is the only way to get Miala to do anything, the stubborn pig.\r\n\n“You work out with me,” she says, prompting you to pause. Well… you really should get off your ass and start working out. And it’ll let you record the changes!\r\n\n“Deal!” you say, shaking her hand. You two buy the MILF Muscle, and then she drags you around the mall. (Some girls drag their ambiguously gendered friend to use them as a dress up doll, wearing dresses and stuff. Miala dragged you around buying workout gear.) \r\n\nYou two decide to meet up tomorrow, where you’ll ensure she takes the MILF Muscle.\r\n\n=============================================================================\r\n\n(1st session)\r\n\nYou show up at her house, wearing some shorts and a tank top. She’s wearing something similar. \r\n\nYou examine her, just in case of any changes. Her dark brown hair is spiky and reaches her ears. Her face is normal, if a bit harsh. Her eyes are the same deep brown they’ve always been. Her lips are thin. Her body is toned, subtle muscles all over her. Her chest is still rather flat, and her hips, ass, and thighs are all rather boyish. She’s around 5’9? If you had to guess. You’re 5’7, and your eyes are at her lips.\r\n\n“Hey, ya ready?” she says. Her voice is the same as always. It always sounds like she’s speaking through gravel. \r\n\n“Yeah; let’s get going!” you say excited, “But first\\~”\r\n\nShe sighs, and mutters, “Been hopin’ you had forgotten ‘bout that.” But she heads over to her kitchen, and you watch her take the little shovel from the bowl. She dips the powder in a glass of water and stirs it. It turns a vibrant green. “Bottoms up, I guess,” she says, before chugging the entire glass. “Mhm. Not bad,” she says.\r\n\nYou two do some light exercises. Well; light for her. You, however, feel like your body’s about to collapse into dust!\r \n=============================================================================\r\n\n(2nd Session)\r\n\nIt’s been a week since the last session. You show up wearing the same thing you were last week. When Miala opens the door, she’s obviously changed.\r\n\nYou examine her, just in case of any changes. Her light brown hair is straight and reaches her shoulders. Her face is normal. Her eyes are light brown. Her lips are still thin, but they’ve started puffing up. Her body looks more toned than you last saw, her muscles more defined than last time you saw her. Her chest is much larger than you remember. To be fair, most middle schoolers have bigger breasts than she did. They’re maybe… a quarter inch from her chest? Her hips, ass, and thighs have also fattened up. She’s around 5’11” now? If you had to guess. You’re 5’7, and your eyes are at her neck.\r\n\n“Hey, ya ready?” she says. Her voice, while still rough, is now smoother.\r\n\n“Yep, but first\\~”\r\n\n“Already on it;” she says, grabbing a large blue bottle; she fills it with water, and then dumps a spoonful of powder inside, before chugging the whole thing.\r\n\nYou two do some more exercise; however, this time, she’s paying more attention to you. Occasionally, she stops to correct you about how to do certain exercises.\r \n=============================================================================\r\n\n(3rd session)\r\n\nYou walk up to her door, and when Miala opens up, you nearly don’t recognize her!\r\n\nYou examine her changes. Her now blonde hair is wavy and reaches her ass. Her face is very maternal. Her eyes are now light blue. Her lips are no longer thin, now two puffy pillows rest on her lips. Her body looks far, far more sculpted than you last saw, her muscles now so defined, you feel like you could grate cheese on her abs. Despite this, her frame is still motherly. Her breasts are much, much larger than you remember. They’re maybe… half a foot from her chest? Her hips, ass, and thighs have also fattened up significantly, her hips now wider than most of your body. She’s around 6’6” now!?! If you had to guess. You’re 5’7, and your eyes are at her chest.\r\n\n“Ara Ara\\~ are you ready?” she says. Her voice is now much smoother, her tone motherly.\r\n\n“Miala? What the fuck!?!” you say, “How?”\r\n\n“Oh? I don’t know\\~ Perhaps that *delicious* powder had something to do with it? I swear, I can’t get enough of it\\~.”\r\n\nWell… *This was not what you expected*.\r\n\nWeek after week, Miala gets more and more motherly, and your sessions get more and more… provocative. You don’t get it though. Nearly everything in her house is spiked with the MILF Muscle, despite the fact that you’ve only ever seen the one tub. You’ve had the equivalent of multiple tubs of the stuff; and comparing your current body to your old body, you find no effects. Maybe your face has gotten a bit more feminine? But it’s nowhere near the effects it had on her."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Horny situations for a team of co-ed superheroes who attend the same college.
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"content": "With Shadowclaw out of commission, the whole team was on a break, which normally would be good so they could study. But, all of the boys decided it was best to go check on their teammate. Turns out the reason Shadowclaw was out of commission is because her Jaguar powers meant she went into heat on occasion, and when it combined with her alien DNA? Well, let’s just say the boys aren’t getting any homework done on this break."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She'd been adventuring with a group of beastmen and druids for a bit when she realized something that made her blush. Not only was she the only woman in the group, but she was the only one wearing clothes!
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"content": "You are Penny Renacta, a weaver breed arachnee. You are an Artificer, a rare type amongst your kind, but the satisfaction of correctly enchanting a sword with Enflame is too much to care about that.\r\n\nYou have also just realised that you are the only girl in your group. And you’re also the only one with any nudity taboo. Or any clothes that cover your chest, for that matter. Luckily, you’re also the only person in your group with a brain, so you just claimed that today was a day of giving in your culture; and no one questioned a thing. \r\n\nYour first party member is Prhaksi, a human druid. He smiles at you, as he sets the soft brown cloak on his shoulders. You ensured it has many pockets, and it’ll repair and clean itself. Hopefully the magic rubs off on him a bit too. \r\n\nYour second party member is Ronaldo, an avian archer. His amber eyes are bright as the sun as he puts on his pants of quivering. He pulls out an arrow from the pockets and knocks it. \r\n\nLuckily, Shepard, a Tabaxi monk, catches the arrow, admiring how free the tunick you’ve just gifted him is. He calls down Hey’ey, the cleric Kobold, from throwing a health potion at him.\r\n\nSpeaking of the little lizard, he’s just over the moon at the fancy robes you gave him. It looks just like one of the ones that Alt-Due-Fin gives to her high clerics. \r\n\n‘Maybe they’ll keep wearing them afterwards,’ you hope, but you mentally prepare to make it seem so rude that they aren’t using your gift, just in case."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: After losing a bet, their tomboyish friend has to treat them to a weekend of her persona that She normally only uses at work as a club "hostess". She has to give them a weekend of "bimbo mode"...
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"content": "“NO!” T-bone whines, her cyber-eyes glowing in desperation. \r\n\n“YES!” Andreas exclaims, “Hahahaha, pay up T-bone!” The hunk grabs the skinny little tomboy, who fights to get out.\r\n\n“That was rigged!” she tries, “Lash, you can’t accept that!”\r\n\n“Incorrect,” Lash says, two of their many ash grey hands writhing subconsciously, repeating his monotone voice in Universal Sign Language. “Mr. De Santas had no way to affect the outcome of the Tossball Tournament. Now, according to the terms of the deal, you must-” \r\n\n“No!” T-Bone cries,\r\n\n“Let me”\r\n\n“Please!”\r\n\n“Access your cyberdeck.” They finish, prompting T-bone to sigh heavily. Andreas is still laughing, complaining about his ribs hurting. \r\n\n“Fuck you, Drea!” She says, to which the brawler chuckles, “No thanks, you’re way too girly for my tastes.”\r\n\nAnother sigh emanates from her chapped lips, and she mutters under her tongue. “How much longer?”\r\n\n“Sinciny ‘T-Bone’ Fluffles, I may be the best ripperdock the world has ever, and most likely will ever know. But even I am unable to hack through a full personality and body modifying suite quickly without risking permanent damage to your body.”\r\n\nA few seconds later, T-bone falls unconscious. “There we go. I am still a genius.”\r\n\n“Aww, ya do care about us!” Andreas says, “Look at ya, talking about how ya don’t wanna damage her!”\r\n\n“Nonsense. As a scientist, I must come across sufficient obstacles to improve myself. If you two were to become incapacitated, you would cease to bring me novel and interesting injuries to treat.”\r\n\n“I’m hearin’ denial\\~”\r\n\nWhile they argue, T-bone starts shifting. Her spiky, neon green hair grows, revealing her natural brown. It quickly shifts into platinum blonde yet keeping the green tips. Her face shifts, her nose and jaw narrowing, but her lips puff up, and turn unnaturally pink. Her tanned, sickly skin turns into a pale, soft and flawless coat. She grows, her skinny body fattening up slightly. Her waist is the only part of her that stays unchanged. Her breasts start growing, blowing up like fleshy balloons. They perk up, stretching her poor tank-top to the breaking point. Her jeans soon follow, the fattening thighs and widening hips tearing it to shreds. Her ass bubbles up, two more spheres of flesh, which finally cause her boxers to give up the ghost, the elastic causing the ripped fabric to whip around Lash’s lab. It’s a miracle her leather jacket has survived to this point, as the heat from the transformation is wicked away from her body. Then, she wakes up. \r\n\n“Mhm…” She moans, lifting a manicured hand to her head. “I, like, always hate, like, doing that.” She then stops, and says, “Lashy?”\r\n\nLash stops arguing with Andreas and looks at her with clear disdain. “Yes. Wait, before you open your mouth another time,” they leave the room, and come back with an exact copy of what T-Bone was wearing but resized to her new body. “Put these on, before you corrupt my lab with… with… such vulgar imagery.”\r\n\n“Aww,” she says, giggling, “Is poor little Lashy scared the big, sexy bimbo is going to corrupt their lab?”\r\n\n“Put. It. On.” they say. Their voice is still at the same volume it always is, but were it anyone else, they would be screaming their lungs out.\r\n\n“Well… Thank you for the gift!” She says, and kisses Lash on his cheek. She goes into the other room, to put on her clothes. After she does, she saunters back out, and says, “Well, how sexy do I, like, look?”\r\n\n“Eh, I’d give it a 5 outa ten.” Andreas says, “Again, I’m way to fucking gay to tell.”\r\n\n“I am unable to determine the attractiveness of any individuals, due to my own asexuality.”\r\n\n“Hmp.” T-bone says, “Why am I the only one in her who likes girls?!?” she stomps, making her body jiggle.\r\n\n“Well, T-Bone-” Andreas starts, before she interrupts him, “Call me Sinciny! But not, like, when I’m all small and junk. Just when I’m all, like, sexy,” she giggles.\r\n\n“Well, Sinciny,” he continues, “I do know a certain someone who simply loves girls.”\r\n\n“Oooooo, who is it!” \r\n\n“Well, how about this; I’ll make a phone call while you go to the mall. If she agrees to meet with you, then great! If she doesn’t, then sucks to suck, I guess.”\r\n\n“If…” Lash starts, “If she does not, we will come meet with you instead. Because I missed your birthday, I will transfer over ten thousand credits as a mixture of a gift and recompense.”\r\n\n“Really? Ok! See you later!” Sinciny says, before heading over to the mall.\r\n\n(Someone else can finish this story, I’m bad at writing mall runs and at describing what happens after two consenting adults go into a bedroom together)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: a mysterious webpage grants sexual wishes but with evil twists. Three prompts inside of this weird saga various kinks (Cuck, denial, incest-ish, body transformation, bimbofication, change)
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"content": "\"So in conclusions, you are all perverts. I mean PV=nRT. Thank you\". Emily could feel the heat growing in her face as mixed applause sounded throughout the room. She was aware of what she had just said, but she didn't care. They were all perverts. She had seen throughout her presentation how all of the men, and most of the women too had been focused on her chest. It was a chest that was now turning the color of a stop sign, but she knew that would just draw more attention. As she stepped off the stage in her high heels and tight black dress with a very low neck line that barely held her cleavage there was a line of men wanting to speak with her. \n\nHer co-worker, an innocent young college grad student grabbed her by the arm first before any of the hungry looking older men could talk to her. \"Emily what has gotten into you? You've changed. You called everyone a pervert, there was barely anything useful in that presentation, and...\" his voice trailed off as he looked her up and down, \"well you've just changed.\" Without thinking she leaned into him, close enough for her large chest to press against him as she whispered, \"I've never been more care free in my life. I see how you look at me, you want me, don't deny it Richard, or should I say Dick.\" Without hesitation, in the dark corner of the presentation hall she reached out and ran her hand along the grad students pants, feeling his cock instantly go hard. \"Now, you can either meet me in my room for a lesson on relieving pressure, or I can take a group of those guys up to the room instead.\" She motioned to the line of men still waiting and watching. \n\nShe took his arm, and walked through the gaggle of men. One grabbed her ass, while the rest stood close enough for her tits to graze. She didn't care, she just soaked in the attention, and let the feeling of arousal wash over her. Good thing she wasn't wearing any panties, or those would be soaked now too. The one world renowned physicist now had the whole conference talking that she was certainly now the conference slut. What Dick, I mean Richard, didn't know was that her pussy had already been filled multiple times that morning. She had had to convince the head of the conference to even let her stay after the uproar about her presentation, \"The Equations of an Orgasm\" where she had outlined in very graphic detail the correct angles, pressures, and motions needed to achieve orgasms alone or with a partner. Did it make sense, not really, but she was able to act out each one of her equations with the men, and women, she had already entertained at the conference. \n\nThe pressure of a man's teeth sucking on and pulling her nipple. The motion of a woman's tongue on her clit as the woman licked out the cum of the man who had just cum deep inside her. The heat transferred from a man's hand to her ass, causing the outline of his hand print to burn in the best way on her ass. Ever since she had visited the website she was so care free, so stress free, and just enjoying life. \n\nIn the room she watched herself in the mirror as she undressed, her tits already overflowing out of her bra and dress, perked up even more as she watched her little friend stare. She knew she had grown several cup sizes over just the last few weeks. He had started eying her every day, helping her as her attention span lessened, kept up appearances for their research as she spent more time in her office masturbating, or planning her next hook up. It was time to thank him for all of his assistance. \"Now Richard, I want you to use me as your own personal experiment. Do with me what you've wanted to do with any woman. You have been so good to me these last few weeks, I know you have wondered what has been happening to me. Well now is your chance to explore every nook and cranny of me. Do you worst darling.\" She beckoned him with one finger as she bent over the bed.\n\nTwo hours later she laid there in bed, covered in cum. It leaked out of her pussy, her ass, and flowed off of her tits. She had lost count of how many times they had each orgasmed, but she knew she couldn't lay on her back because her ass was bruised, she could lay on her stomach because he had pinched and pulled her nipples into maximum sensitivity, but she also couldn't lay on her side because she wanted to keep his cum inside her as long as possible. The boy was passed out beside her, but somehow she wanted more. She was insatiable, and on cloud 9. She opened her phone and looked at the endless messages. Her number had gotten around. There were dick pics, there were naughty messages, and there were invitations - to dinner, to their room, and to the strip club. Her simple response to all of them...her room number."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Freeuse BDSM Nightclub
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"content": "The club hosts regular (Annual or semi-annual, perhaps? Regularly scheduled, but rare enough to be big events that members don't usually miss) induction ceremonies for new members. Part of the induction is that all new members must spend the night serving the house and as free-use submissives. The club president has his or her eye on a particularly tasty treat who has until now been clearly going to register as a dominant."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A mad scientist has created the world's first transmogrifier. With it, they should be able to change anything about anyone in an instant. Should. Human trials are still needed to prove it works.
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"content": "“Well, I see nothing wrong here,” Dr. Whey says, shuffling your pitiful resume, and the results of your physical. “Unless you have any other obligations, we can begin immediately.”\r\n\n“Wait, really?” you respond. “I mean, don’t you have to ask any questions?”\r\n\n“No,” Dr. Whey responds, his grey moustache wiggling upon his lip. “Unless, of course, you have questions?”\r\n\n“Um, what are my responsibilities?” you ask. It can’t be that easy! Even WcGoofy’s didn’t hire you, and they hired Tom! You’re pretty sure his blood is 25% weed, 25% booze, and 25% tobacco.\r\n\n“Well, you’ll essentially be a test subject. Now, don’t worry,” He reassures you, “The worst-case scenario is that the effects start to fade away. According to your records, you’re a young and healthy person.” He leans in conspiratorially, the scent of various chemicals and… is-is that citrus? “Here’s a secret: It’s very hard to kill a young, healthy person.”\r\n\n“Um, Okay? I also read that room and board would be provided. Is food also provided?”\r\n\n“Yes? It was my understanding that the ‘Board’ portion of ‘Room and Board’ means food. Like one of those trays food is served on at the diners.”\r\n\n“Um, there haven’t been any diners in… a few decades,” you say. “And also, the ‘board’ part meant a bed; as in, a board to sleep on.”\r\n\n“Truely?” the old man says, “Fascinating. A smart man never stops learning, I learned that at a young age. You understand what I mean, however. Bed and breakfast, if you prefer.”\r\n\n“Yeah, I get it. But will I be trapped here?” you asked. To be completely honest, you wouldn’t mind that much. Anything’s better than staying with your genetic donors for another second.\r\n\n“Oh no, no, no. You may leave, in fact, you may sleep at your home. However, staying here will be much simpler for you; and it will allow me to control my experiment properly.” he says. \r\n\n“Alright. I have a couple more interviews today, so?” you say, and he gets up. \r\n\n“Of course, of course. Please, come back whenever; I have a disastrous sleep schedule.”\r\n\n(Part 2 coming soon)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Body Swap Scenarios
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"content": "*Go fuck yourself...*\n\nPeople always wondered how the triad of lovers kept their relationship interesting behind closed doors. Little did they know, the secret was much deeper than they thought. One of the three, an accomplished mage, had discovered a spell to displace their spirits and take control of each other’s bodies. While the spell didn’t last long, it ensured that things would always remain fresh."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A goth girl summons a ghostly spirit into herself to gain magical power, only to learn that the spirit she'll now be sharing her body with was a bubbly cheerleader!
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"content": "*Oh my god, look at that hunk!* The bubbly voice in her head ‘says’. *I bet that he’d, like, totes loved it if you took off his pants and-*\n\n‘By the Nines, will you ever shut up!’ Raven thinks, ‘And also, I’m pretty certain he’s married.’\n\n*Married, Shmarried* Stacy ‘replies’, *He probably doesn’t get off enough; just imagine, all that salty-*\n\n‘Stop. Talking. About. Sex. For. 5. Minutes’ Raven replies, entering her apartment. On the couch, eldritch strands pull themselves together, taking the form of a bubblegum pink phantom. The semi-transparent body takes the shape of an early 20’s young woman, with a toned body, medium sized chest, hips and ass.\n\n*”I don’t get it, babe; You have such a smokin’ hot body, but you don’t use it for anything!”* She says pouting. *”If I had even half the bod’ you had, I’d have already fucked, like, half the building already!”*\n\n“What did I just say,” Raven replies. To be fair, Stacy is very right about her host’s attractiveness. The whole, ‘Big Tittied Goth Gf’ thing was supposed to be a joke, but apparently, her body didn’t get that memo. Her breasts are so large, she needs a mirror to see her taut tummy. Her thicc thighs and wide hips jiggle with every step.\n\n*”Okayyy, fiiine,”* Stacy says, *”Sooo, whatcha doin’?”*\n\n“I am… doing homework,” Raven says, after a pause.\n\n*”Ugh,”* Stacy grunts, *”Fiiiine; call me when you do something fun.”*\n\n‘Finally,’ Raven thinks after Stacy’s spectre disappears. She walks over to her room, and pulls out her old reliable. It buzzes a bit when she turns it on, and she smiles when it whirs up. “Let’s have some fun\\~” she whispers to herself, before beginning insertion.\n\n=============================================================================\n\n“What is she doing in there?” Stacy asks herself silently. “I know she didn’t have any homework; I was there, in class, bored out of my mind too! I know that boring ass creep didn’t assign any homework; too busy looking at Raven’s tits!” She pauses, before continuing, “I mean, to be fair, I can’t blame him, I did too. But still, I’m the only one allowed to do that!”\n\nShe pauses a bit, and asks, “She’s not shlickin’ off in there, is she? Oh, she is, isn’t she.”\n\nStacy flies into Raven’s room, catching the goth in the act!\n\n…\n\n…\n\nOf writing… on her computer…\n\n*”You have got to be kidding me!”* Stacy says through their link. *”You’re alone, in your room, after a stressful day, and instead of masturbating; You’re writing!?!”*\n\n“What, no, no, I’m doing homework!” Raven says, her alabaster face turning a bright crimson.\n\n*”Let me see that!”* Stacy says, peeking at her computer. *”The midnight haired princess holds the sobbing blonde; ignoring the bitter tears staining her royal purple robes. Her raven lips caressing the aurate strands-”* Stacy starts, before Raven shuts her laptop.\n\n“GET OUT!” Raven says, banishing Stacy.\n\n*Totally worth it.*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Your dragon best friend is crashing at your place. It's rather cold outside, and it's starting to make him uncomfortable. He's typically against close contact with other guys, but right now he only cares about warming up, and you're the best heat source right now.
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"content": "***DRAGON BRO***\n\n“Oh my gods why is it so cold,” Mark, your best bro says. “Did you turn the heat up?”\r\n\n“Yeah, course I did bro,” you say, “Heat’s all the way on.”\r\n\nYou head back to the couch, where your dragon bro is turning into a popsicle. He’s muttering to himself for a while, before he says, “Hey bro?” \r\n\n“Yeah bro?” you say.\r\n\n“I’m so fucking cold,” he says, “Get over here, and not a word.”\r\n\nYou head over to your bro and get in his cocoon of blankets. “This good bro?”\r\n\n“Better,” he says.\r\n\n“You wanna play something?” you say after a while, “I got Mario kart, Smash Bros… Kirby?”\r\n\n“Kirby? Kirby?!?” he exclaims, “Fuck yeah Kirby! Get it started bro!”\r\n\n“Let’s play Kirby! Wanna be player one or two Bro?”\r\n\n“Dude, it’s your house, I can’t be player one!”\r\n\n“Aww yeah, sorry bro,” you say.\r\n\n“No worry, now get back here, I’m freezing!”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She had vastly underestimated just how big her breasts would get when she got pregnant, and she never would have guessed that her libido would grow even more...
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"content": "*He's not going to believe it. I don't quite believe it myself and they're my boobs*.\n\nBeth tossed the bra on the bed. She'd been a \"small B cup when this first started\". An A cup, really, but she wasn't going to admit to herself that she was 2 cup sizes smaller than her younger sister. She'd gotten the height and the chest of the two of them. It was secretly frustrating to be the older but littler sister. \n\nIt came slow at first. Her pretty little A cups, her \"mis-sized\" bras, had become just that. She had some fluctuation when her period came in, but this was more than period boobs. It was actually how she really started to know that something was up. It was when she fully fit in to one her period bras, a B cup, that she decided to take the pregnancy test. \n\nNow, a borrowed bra from her sister lay on the bed. She remembered how gigantic something like that would like when she held it up to her chest playfully in the past. \"Wouldn't you love me better if I filled out one of these udder holders?\" She remembers teasing Rich on one of their shopping trips. What stood out more is the pause he made when saw her. Like he was picturing it. \n\nNow, she stood in front of the mirror, admiring herself. She took a great amount of pleasure thinking that she was now inexplicably bigger than the Beth he pictured in his mind. Bigger than her sister. \n\nSix months to go. \n\n\"More like six months to *grow*\" she chuckled to herself as she turned in profile to admire herself. \n\nShe was a little thing at 5'2. She had always felt *proportional*. That's what she told herself. What she was seeing now was definitely out of proportion. It's like someone put her in a character creation slider and slid the tits up to max. She loved it. \n\nShe had to document this. Tease Rich at work. It had been a thrill seeing him react to her growing bust line. Picturing him squirm in a meeting had got her feeling a little flush.\n\n\"Honey. Better put in in some extra hours. They keep getting bigger...\" The caption accompanied a photo of her bulging out of her bra. \n\nShe fell back on her bed after sending the racy photo, her phone dropping to the side and a breast nearly popping out. She was a little dissapointed she wasn't big enough to have that happen yet. The last word, \"yet\" lingered on mind as she moved her hand south. \n\nHer mind was active imaging reactions. From Rich, from her sister, from her exes. All viewing her new body as big and beautiful. Fertile. These thoughts of admiration, of worship, were new to her. They were feeding her libido like a newly discovered favorite food. Like she didn't know how hungry she'd been.\n\nShe was completely lost in thought. Lost in herself, in the weight of the breast in her hand, in the heartbeat beating in her clit, in the depths between her legs to notice anything else. \n\nIf she wasn't so lost, she may have been startled by the voice coming from the doorway. \"Beth, you know I'm home, right? It's a Saturday.\" \n\nHer body was here, her mind was not. \n\n*Six months to grow.*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] I get forced to cum, and I like it
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"content": "An alien species exudes a telekinetic pleasure response on those around it whenever it feels threatened; soon parties are arranged to 'hunt' the new explorers of Earth and scare them. When their fear turns to anger, however, the incapacitating pleasure response is increased 10x, and the aliens show capacity for a new concept: revenge.\n\n​\n\nedit: love your prompts! Will DM when my account gets old enough!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A cuckquean wife watches as her husband impregnates her mother.
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"content": "Was it a little strange? Possibly. Would others be most likely disgusted by the situation happening in front of Laura? Absolutely. But for Laura, and most importantly her loving husband Paul and her mother Stephanie it didn't feel that way. In front of Laura, a woman in her late twenties with auburn red hair and a slim, athletic figure, was a scene that she had been attempting to make happen for a few months now. Her husband was balls deep inside of her own mother, in an attempt to impregnate her.\n\nIt had all started with Stephanie, who had been in her mid 50's at this point telling her daughter that she wanted another child. Now sadly her husband had already left the family and neither Stephanie or Laura were wanting it to be some stranger so the consensus was that someone familiar needed to be the one. Enter Paul, Laura's husband for two years and boyfriend for nearly 10 years now. It was the typical college love turned marriage and they had been loving each other a lot. Inside the bed. On the kitchen counter. In their garden.\n\nYet there was a spark inside of Laura that was missing. Something that she wanted to see and experience. And that was being a cuckquean. Watching her husband fuck another woman right in front of her. At first Paul was very much against the idea. He only loved her and didn't want to have fun wit anyone else, but Laura kept telling him and reassuring him that this wasn't about love. It was only going to be about pleasure, for both of them.\n\nAnd so they slowly dipped their toes into that lifestyle, mostly using various sites to find discreet hook-ups that really did work out well. Paul found to enjoy himself as he fucked woman in front of his wife, even having her encourage him to go harder or to slow down and let her beg for more. And Laura enjoyed it just as much. And it made their playing after each of those situations even hotter, Laura absolutely loved tasting another woman on Paul's cock and he as a result loved her eagerness for him.\n\nNow, Stephanie and Laura had always been rather close to each other. Some might say a little to close at times, at least for what the common folk would imagine a Mother and Daughter to be like. Kisses were often accompanied by some groping, they often talked about each other's sexual activities. It was normal to them. Due to that Stephanie knew about her daughter's escapades with Paul and when it came to finding someone to impregnate her, they quickly came to the decision to let Paul do the honor, if he was interested in it. Just like with the whole beginning of their cuckquean adventures, it needed quite a while to get him to even consider it.\n\nLaura kept telling him that there was no problem with it, that there would never be any trouble between them. Paul couldn't get himself to do it though. Fucking other women in front of his wife was something else entirely compared to not only fucking but impregnating his wife's Mother. A lot of Laura's days were spent trying to convince him that it wasn't any problem, and after some time it actually seemed to work out. Paul slowly got more and more accepting of that offer and in the end did agree to do it.\n\nAnd that's how they found each other inside of the married couple's bedroom with Paul and Stephanie on the bed with Paul already behind her while the older woman was on all fours and her body rocked back and forth. Stephanie's black hair was waving back and forth as Paul was already inside of her, Laura watching with great pleasure from the sidelines.\n\nIt wasn't a very rough session, but it was supposed to get the job done. Paul had to try his best as his size, which was around 7 inches, was definitely something Stephanie wasn't used to. It was a little too big for the older Lady but that wasn't going to stop the two from enjoying it. Stephanie's moans filled the room and made Laura enjoy it just as much with her hand down between her thighs, loving the sight of her own Mother being fucked by her husband.\n\nPaul's hands were firmly gripping the still quite peachy bottom of Stephanie, really digging his fingers into her skin to keep bouncing her back and forth onto his hard, throbbing shaft. There was so much more Paul wanted to do. He wanted to pull her by her hair, really bury himself deep inside of her and take her like he would take Laura. But that wasn't the point of the situation and so Paul just kept gently thrusting into his mother in law with his hips crashing against her ass.\n\n\"God yes, fuck me! Give it to me, Paul!\" Stephanie groaned out in pleasure. Her hands were roaming over her own body, squeezing and groping her D cup sized breasts that were swinging around below here with Paul taking her from behind. Her head was hanging down and she was slowly leaning down to place it onto the sheets, lifting her hips up even further while her back was arched downwards. \"That's the spot!\" She moaned back at Laura's husband.\n\nLaura kept watching seated in a chair next to the bed, propping her right leg up onto the armrest to spread her legs for an easier time to rub her fingers over her clit, letting Paul see how much she enjoyed it whenever he looked to the side to look at his beautiful wife. Paul had a huge grin on his face, his cock getting more and more covered in Stephanie's wetness, making it glisten in the light whenever he pulled out. Laura was biting her lip whenever she saw it, loving the view of her own Mother being so turned on for her husband.\n\n\"Tease my ass..\" The older woman started moaning into the sheets as her voice cracked and her sounds of pleasure only became more intense. Paul didn't want to waste any time with it and let his thumb push against that tight little ring between her cheeks, pressing and opening it slightly while he increased the pace and made sure to keep the older woman well satisfied.\n\nStephanie screamed out loud in pleasure once she felt Paul's thumb pushing against and slowly into her ass on top of his cock getting deeper inside of her as any man had gotten in at least a few decades. Her body was starting to squirm and Laura scooted a little closer to see it up close and personal. Paul pulled his finger away from her ass for a moment and slid outside of her slit, quickly sliding his thumb over that wetness to use her own juices as lube.\n\nAfter a few seconds he pushed himself straight back into her aching pussy and shoved his thumb slowly and gently into her ass, starting to thrust it in and out of her while continuing to fuck at a steady pace, his balls continuously slapping against her backside.\n\n\"Oh fuck.. fuck! Yes that's it!\" Stephanie voiced her satisfaction with Paul, moving one of her hands from her heavy breasts down to her clit, circling tow fingers on top of it to give herself even more pleasure than she was already getting from Paul's cock alone. It only made her scream out louder, moans echoing through the room and Paul could feel her pussy tightening around his thick shaft.\n\n\"Come on Paul! Fill me up! Breed me!\" She encouraged him, able to feel his cock swelling up inside of her as well and within seconds after she said that her whole body started squirming and her pleasure came all over herself, a heavy, intense orgasm rolling over her as she screamed into the room. Laura was loving the sound of her own Mother getting so much pleasure and stepped up behind Paul to whisper into his ear.\n\n\"Go on.. fill my Mother with your seed, give her what she wants..\" She purred into his ear, biting at his ear as he buried himself as deep as possible inside of Stephanie's pussy. His cock started pulsing and throbbing and soon after he growled deeply into the room, his cock sending rope after rope of potent seed right down into her womb, filling her up with a big load of cum and giving her what she truly wanted from this. \"Take it, Stephanie!\" He growled, digging his hands into her ass once more while he stayed deep inside of her, letting every spurt of cum flow into her deepest regions before slowly pulling out. His cock coated in cum, shining and glistening with it. As soon as he pulled out Stephanie started dripping with it too, the cum staining the sheets underneath her while she collapsed down onto the bed, breathing and panting heavily.\n\n\"Wow.. that was... wow..\" She said, trying to catch her breath while Laura gave her husband a quick kiss on the cheek for a job well done. \"That was one of the hottest things I've ever seen...\" Laura let both of them know while idly stroking her husband's cock. Stephanie turned around on the bed to face the married couple, her face ridden with pleasure.\n\n\"Thank you.. both.\" Stephanie had a genuine smile on her face as she looked down at her slightly sweaty body that was dripping with cum between her thighs. Paul looked down at her with both a bit of regret and happiness, not sure how to feel about having impregnated his mother in law quiet yet. But in that moment, he was well satisfied at the very least.\n\nBut would there be any problems coming up in the coming months? Only time would tell..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Wholesome MTF Gender Swap
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"content": "Reverse hypnosis is apparently when you enter a trance but the effects affect everyone but you. You are sure this is some type of bullshit excuse to hide the real magic behind this but the effect is clear: everyone else sees you as the opposite gender.\n\n(In reality you just got turned into the opposite gender and got hypnotised to see yourself as you were before. After spending time being treated as the opposite gender, you enjoy it so much that you go back to the hypnotist to make it permanent. That means breaking the hypnosis and allowing you to see you as the new gender version of you.)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Your girlfriend knows nothing about monster biology, and decides today, the peak of your heat, as the time for an unannonced hang out session. You have to resist the call from the back your head to make her your breeding bitch, to... flood her ripe womb...
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"content": "(My first time writing something for one of these, so please be gentle. Also, disclaimer: May contain tentacles, eldritch creature, minor mindbreak, and minor dubcon)\n\nI sat at the opposite end of the couch from sarah as we watched TV. Or at least, she did, I was just staring at the floor tapping my foot, trying to block out the world as buldges traveled across my skin, my form struggling to contain my lust. \"Hon! You okay?\" I snapped out of my self-imposed trance. \"What, yes?\" My attention flicked over to her, wondering what I'd missed. Sarah was... Beautiful. And that wasn't just my heat talking, she was. Blonde, tanned, curvaceous, she had it all. \"Are you okay hon? You're acting... Weird. You're not sick right?\" I sputtered as she got closer to me. \"What? No, I'm fine, just please back up.\" My skin writhed and slipped off of me on some spots as she felt various places along my skin. Oh that smell, her smell... Was she ovulating? Oh no... \"Babe you're burning up!\" I swatted her hands away, a few small tendrils slipping out and reaching towards her. \"I said I'm fine, just please stop touching me!\" I flickered to the opposite end of the room, and sat down in the corner. \"Please leave me alone...\" I whimpered, my skin being more tentacle than skin now. I heard her approch behind me, leaning against me, her breasts pressing against... She's not wearing underwear. \"Hon, please let me help you.\" She sounded distressed. 'Well' said a small part of my mind, 'if she wants to help, let her help.' There was an audible snap as i flipped around in place, my full, monstrous form tackling her across the room and onto the couch we'd just left. \"You want to help?\" I demanded, my voice now only a psychic roar, the mind-shattering horror of my real body written across her face, \"then you will!\" I willed her clothes to melt off of her and pool on the floor, my tendrils running along her body, fondling and tugging on her pert breasts and sweet nub. \"Hon, what's wrong with you!?\" She asked panicking, before I released a massive cloud of my own lust. \"Heat...\" The heft of my pheromones seemed to overwrite her own mind, her body relaxing as more of my tendrils descended upon her, consuming her in a ball of myself as numerous bundles of tentacles formed into the rough shape of my human cock, but much larger. Jamming them into her as far as they could go in all of her holes, I began to fervently piston in and out of her, lubed by her juices rapidly leaking from her and my own slime. As I drew closer to my climax, my tentacles growing thicker and thicker, before releasing deep inside her, filling her with an eldritch taint. I kept thrusting for some time, and at some point I had reformed as human, but the damage had been done. I kept filling her with seed, her belly gloriously swollen and impregnated, her eyes wide and white. \"So that's what you needed. You could have just asked...\" I looked up at her, still thrusting inside her, my cum petering off but still flowing. \"How many you think we'll have?\"\n\n(Again, my first story like this, and so probably shit, but I poured like an hour into this so please be chill)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Things get awkward for him when he learns that 3 extremely hot Girls have both sexual and romantic fantasys about him. His tomboy best friend, his crush and his bully/rival!
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"content": "(This is my first response to any prompt on this subreddit, eek!)\n\nIt had been getting a little stuffy inside Antoine’s house, so Nick stepped outside into the mid-autumn air. He unbuttoned his shirt--sure, his Twelfth Doctor costume looked great, but it was just this side of too warm, especially after how hard he’d gone dancing to Time Warp. The dim yard seemed to be calling him, so he lay down and gazed up at the sky.\n\nThe screen door slammed open and shut. Nick peeked up, looking at the house upside down. A few silhouettes left the house and hurried out into the yard. Immediately, he picked out his best friend Samantha’s voice.\n\n“. . . to tell us he’s some kind of massive jerk loser? Well, he’s not! I know him. He’s my best friend. He’s a great guy, and that’s why I was gonna say I’d be upset if Jocelyn asked him out!”\n\nJocelyn? Jocelyn from his literature class? Jocelyn, who threw condoms at him that one time when she was tabling with the Gender and Sexuality Alliance to educate passersby about contraceptives? Jocelyn, who was so stunning as Crystal in last spring’s musical that she outshone Audrey (the human, not the plant)? Jocelyn, who at this very party was wearing a catgirl gamer costume and a playful smile as if she knew it was his kink?\n\n*That* Jocelyn was going to ask out Samantha’s “best friend”?\n\nNick was Samantha’s best friend, at least among her male friends.\n\nJocelyn was going to ask out *him?*\n\n“Shut up and let me speak!” That shriek was familiar: Chloe, Nick’s rival on the college bowl team. She glared at him every time he got the answer instead of her. She was polite and even friendly to everyone else on every team, but to him she was cold and passive-aggressive. Her attitude was maddening enough, and it was worse because she was an excellent quiz bowl player, phenomenal networker, and snappy dresser. Even for that night’s Halloween party, she wore a detailed recreation of that costume La’an Noonien Singh wore in that one episode of Strange New Worlds. From the flower crown to the revealing neckline to the sheer amount of sparkles and glitter on that big rainbow skirt, she looked exactly like a fairy tale princess.\n\n“I would also hate it if Jocelyn asked him out,” Chloe continued.\n\n\"I didn't say I would hate it--\"\n\n“Let me finish! That is because, as much as he gets on my nerves and insults my interests, which are literally not hurting anybody, by the way, he is an absolute freaking snack and I will snap if anyone else lays hands on him first, okay?”\n\nWhat.\n\n“Ooh, you like him, too?” Jocelyn cooed.\n\n*What.*\n\n“Then why are you such a jerk to him all the time?” Samantha asked. “Do you know how many times I’ve heard him complain about you after you were all butthurt and bitchy during practice or a match?”\n\n\"Good!\" Chloe exclaimed. \"Do you know how many times my friends have heard *me* complain about *him* after a practice or a match where he was being a total showoff and insulting my music taste, all while wearing . . . perfectly-fitting slacks?\"\n\n*What?*\n\n“He does have a nice ass,” Jocelyn remarked. “I’d peg it.”\n\nNick wheezed.\n\n\"Did you hear something?\" Jocelyn wondered.\n\n“Why do you care that he insults your music taste?” asked Samantha.\n\n“It’s not just that,” Chloe said with a sigh. “Like, yeah, I feel totally stupid next to him when he buzzes in before me and gets it right, especially when I wanna impress him. And then I overhear him joking about . . . silly teen girl love songs, as if I don't think of *him* when I listen to those songs. But he thinks they're childish. We're old enough to vote now.\"\n\nSamantha snorted. “Really? That’s what’s got you so mad?”\n\n“Samantha, be sensitive! It’s not childish, it’s sweet,” said Jocelyn. “He’s really not a bad guy as far as I know. I’m sure he’d be flattered to hear you think so well of him.”\n\n*Did* he feel flattered? He was still shocked. His irritating, pretty rival liked him. His crush liked him. His best girl space friend liked him.\n\nWas this a prank?\n\n\"I wouldn't say *well* of him,\" said Chloe.\n\n“Why?” asked Samantha. “Do you think you’re better than him cuz your grandpa coaches the team and cuz you’re majoring in business instead of the humanities like him?”\n\n“I knew it, I fucking knew it!” Chloe hissed. “He looks down on me cuz my granddaddy’s the coach! Well you know what? I’ve been doing quiz bowl since 4th grade! I know what I’m doing, and he’d know it, too, if he didn’t show me up at every opportunity! God! I literally fucking hate him so much and I desperately want to sit on his face and grind my cunt on those pretty lips!”\n\nSamantha and Jocelyn shrieked with laughter.\n\n“He does have such pretty lips,” Samantha admitted. “I’ve touched them before when shushing him, but I’d rather shush him with my mouth. Or my pussy, like you said.”\n\nHeat shot through Nick’s body. He hadn’t realized Samantha ever had those kinds of thoughts about him. She always said she was too busy for a relationship and uninterested in hookups.\n\n“I’d sit on his face, I’d sit on his dick, I’d sit anywhere on him just to show him who’s boss,” Jocelyn added with a giggle.\n\nNow that was a mental image. Nick wondered which way Jocelyn would prefer to face while riding him. He hoped she'd face toward him so he could watch her tits bounce.\n\n“I will f-fight you.” Chloe sounded unsteady and not remotely down for a fight.\n\n“You don’t have to,” said Jocelyn. “I’m willing to share him.”\n\nIt was surprisingly easy to add Chloe to his current mental image, her thighs straddling his face.\n\n“Hey, I’m his friend,” said Samantha. “You also have to share him with me.”\n\nJocelyn *and* Sammy at his dick, perhaps? Nick moaned at the thought and slipped a hand into his pants.\n\n“Moaning already? Calm down, you thirsty girl,” Jocelyn teased Chloe. “Let’s go find Nick. Maybe he’ll be down for a little fun.”\n\n“That moan wasn’t mine,” said Chloe.\n\n“Oh, sorry. Samantha, then?”\n\n“It sounded like a guy.”\n\nThe girls fell silent. Just as Nick flipped over to get a better look at them, Samantha met his eyes.\n\n“Who’s there?” She ran forward, lifting her Kimmunicator like a bludgeoning weapon. “Nick?”\n\nOne of the other girls emitted an unholy noise.\n\n“Hey . . .” He gave an awkward grin. “If it isn’t the Clara to my Doctor.”\n\nSamantha snorted. “More like the Kim to your Ron.” She gestured to her costume.\n\nChloe hurried over, shedding glitter the whole way, with Jocelyn hot on her heels. “How long have you been there? H-how much did you hear?”\n\nNick stared up the sloping ballgown to Chloe’s perfectly made-up face. “A while, and . . . everything, I think?”\n\nChloe threw her plushie dog at Nick.\n\n“Was that necessary?” Jocelyn asked Chloe.\n\n“You heard us baring our guts about you and you said nothing?” Chloe shrieked.\n\n“I was in shock,” Nick said.\n\nChloe fell to her knees. “I literally fucking hate you so much.” She grabbed him and kissed him hungrily. It was absolutely messy, but so desperate that Nick couldn’t help but feel turned on. This obnoxious, skilled, passive-aggressive, pretty girl wanted him."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] something with a shapeshifter :>
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"content": "humans and shapeshifters have gone to war in the past, the few that remain live in hiding. The husband finds out that his wife is one of them, but it doesn't matter he loves her anyway, in fact he even has ideas for her to use her powers in bed. \nShe was a nerdy, shy and ugly girl until she discovered that she had a shapeshifter heritage. now she wants to test this out with her colleague/crush and see if she can seduce him. \nthe husband who is a shapeshiter finds out his wife is actually addicted to teriantrophilia porn tentacles, beast and every weird thing."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Horny as hell but low on cash? Head down to the Learner's Brothel to get serviced by hookers in training, free of charge!
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"content": "‘Horny as hell but low on cash? Head down to the Learner’s Brothel to get serviced by hookers in training, free of charge!’ The flier at the local laundry mat says on their community service bulletin board.\n\nThat’s the last flier I see on the board after reading the others about car repairs and dog grooming services. There’s no way this flier is true. I can see it faded with time from the sun hitting it.\n\nI bet some local college kids put this up as a prank. No way is it real. \n\nStill I take a snap of the flier with my phone making sure to get the address.\n\nI sit down at one of the crappy chairs and wait for my laundry to finish. My mind wanders about nothing as I stare off into space bored out of my mind.\n\nThere’s no way there’s such a thing as a Learner’s Brothel. It can’t be true. Prostitution is illegal so how could it be true without being shut down? Definitely a prank.\n\nI pull my phone out and doogle my city along with learners brothel but come up with nothing except scamming looking weblinks.\n\nI put my phone away and listen to the noise of the washers and dryers. Come on. I hate being here.\n\nI pull my phone back out and search for the address from the flier. Doogle maps shows it’s not far from my apartment building. I think I’ve walked past it a few times in the past.\n\nI pull up Doogle street view and take a look. It’s a strip mall. The door and windows are blacked out with no signage except for the address number on the door. The rest of the stores look like normal stores you’d find in a strip mall.\n\nI take note and then put my phone away when I hear the buzz for my clothes. Definitely a prank I think to myself as I gather my clothes and head home for the night.\n\nThe next day I stop at the post office and mail off my rent check to the landlord. On my walk home I happened to come to the strip mall from the flier in the laundry mat I saw.\n\nWhat the hell, right? I’m here and nothing else planned for my day off. Let’s see if this is really a prank.\n\nI walk over to the door and notice a doorbell which I ring. I stand there for a minute or two before I hear a lock buzz and the door opens a crack. An eyeball can be seen on the other side of the crack as a soft feminine voice asks. “Yes? Can I help you?”\n\n“Hi. I saw a flier at the laundromat that said this was a learning brothel? That was a joke right?” I ask hesitantly.\n\n“Are you or are you affiliated with any law enforcement agency?” The soft voice asks me.\n\nI’m a bit nervous at that question as in the movies that's what’s asked before the spy gets shoot. “No. I’m not a cop.” I say.\n\n“Good. Come in. I need to see your ID please.” Says the woman as she opens the door and steps to the side to let me in.\n\nMy eyes roam over the beauty in front of me. Shes in a white lingerie teddy that allows some skin to show. I’d guess around 5’5 with black shoulder length hair and C cup tits with amazing eyes. I’d bet she's barely 21 or 22 years old by the looks of her.\n\nThe room I enter is the length of the blacked out glass panels seen from outside with a little fountain in the corner and some chairs to sit on. It’s dim inside with barely enough light to see by.\n\nI fish my wallet out of my pants and present the lady with my ID. She smiles and gestures to a chair. “Please sit. I’ll go process this and be back shortly.” She says as she leaves the room with my ID.\n\nI sit down and try to relax. I can’t believe I’m here. I sure hope this isn’t something weird. But what if it’s true? That I get to have sex with a hooker in training? It’s been so long since I’ve had sex that I can’t wait to find out. I can feel my cock harden in my pants at the excitement of probably having sex soon.\n\nI try to control my breathing as my mind runs rampant with anticipation. Please let this be true. I haven’t had sex in five years since my wife left me and I could really use this.\n\nThe woman returns with a big smile on her face. \n\n“Welcome to the Learner’s Brothel. This is your first time visiting, correct? Why don’t you come with me and we can get started?\n\nI stand up aware that my cock is straining against my pants but I do my best to ignore it. I take note that the woman’s eyes in front of me light up in excitement when she glanced at my crotch before holding the door open for me."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: What happened after this prank? (Check post)
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"content": "Okey, here’s my attempt. \nThat’s my first try here, please don’t be to rude\n\n— Beginning — \n\nWhen he saw that I was recording, I was really deceived because I wanted to prank him, I really wanted to\n\nI went to get my camera and go back to my room, we were flatmates, he was my best friend and we lived together for about 3 months, we had been friends for 10 years, since I was 12, but today things had changed, we were at the university, studying for our future, both of us knew that it wouldn’t be easy, so we needed some jokes like that laugh a bit \n\nWe were pretty comfortable to talk about our bed experiences, our personal problems and even our fantasies, when I decided to prank, I was a bit stressed out because I didn’t if he’d really think that I’m serious, and.. if he thought so, would I even be able to.. stop him ? I mean, it’s my best friend, we’re flatmates, we couldn’t do that ! We shouldn’t !\n\nThat day he had a nice grey short, that shaped his dick, I never knew it was so big.. No Jessy ! You must forget about that ! \nI just waited for him to comeback, prepared the prank and got ready for it, well I admit I even put a bit of lipstick, just in case… no no ! Not in case, just to make the prank more realistic that’s all !"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The hypnotic trigger gave her an intense orgasm anytime someone came inside her. It was just supposed to be a weekend prank, but now it seemed to be getting stronger rather than fading, and she seemed to be craving creampies more and more...
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"content": "It started as a prank at a house party a few weeks back. One of my high school friends said he could hypnotize anyone and make their lives better.\n\nWe had all been drinking and figured we had to try this out. So he started going around and hypnotizing people one by one and putting triggers into people. \n\nOne girl would bark like a dog at the sound of the door bell. Another girl would strip off her shirt and bra when she was called a ‘dirty slut’. Things just got spicier and more erotic from there.\n\nI ended up with a trigger to give me an intense orgasm anytime someone came inside me. I didn’t take him seriously at the time and just played along.\n\nLater that night with my boyfriend I found out how real that trigger really was. After having sex and him finishing inside me I had the most intense orgasm of my life. I actually squirted! I’ve never done that before. I think I climaxed for a solid three minutes just lost to the pleasure of my cunt convulsing over and over.\n\nIt was fantastic.\n\nOver the following week I kept after my boyfriend to have as much sex as I could get from him. Encouraging him to creampie me at every opportunity I could find.\n\nWe had sex everywhere. In the backseat of a car, in the bathrooms at work, out back behind a bar, on a walk around the neighborhood, every room of the apartment. I wanted it and wanted it bad.\n\nFinally my boyfriend had enough. I guess I wrung him out. He told me we were going to take a break as he just couldn’t keep up. I was sad. I was having so much fun. I still wanted more though.\n\nI started to flirt with guys throughout my day. Trying to get them to fuck me. I wanted that feeling again. To feel them fill my pussy, to make me climax with their seed inside me.\n\nI had minor success. A few random guys fucked me but more often then not they where scared off by my directness. I needed to find a better way.\n\nI thought about ads and dating apps but those were too public for my tastes. I’m sure one of my friends would find me and then tell my boyfriend. No. Those were out.\n\nI decided on visiting the local sex toy shop off the interstate. I knew they had those jerk off booths, maybe they might have a gloryhole like in some of the porn videos I’d seen before with my boyfriend. (We like some pretty hardcore videos)\n\nChecked it out but no luck. No holes for a dick to appear in. I decided to see if I could get anyone interested if I left the door open while I played with my pussy. And it worked for a while.\n\nI had a few men watching before I invited a few to fuck me but none of them where brave enough to fuck me without a condom or to finish inside me. They kept pulling out, pulling the condom off, and cumming on my stomach or tits. I was disappointed to say the least.\n\nAfter being there for an hour the employee caught on to what was going on and kicked me out. It wasn’t all bad though. One of the guys had mentioned that I should check out the public truck stop down the road as he’d heard of people going there to have random sex with strangers.\n\nHe was so right to. I got there and just walked around naked.\n\nYea I got some awkward looks from kids and parents but I got more looks and cat calls from the truckers. \n\nOne of the truckers showed me to a more secluded place away from the more general public and showed me what he had in his pants. He planted his seed deep in me and I moaned so loud that other men heard me and came over.\n\nSoon I had a crowd of men surrounding me with there cocks out all beating off and asking me to fuck them. I came so hard that day with so many different men and their creampies filling me up.\n\nIt became my favorite place to hang out. Whenever I had free time I’d be at the truck stop begging for more creampies. Chasing that exciting high of having my pussy filled with a strangers cum.\n\nI started to ignore my boyfriend. He wasn’t man enough for me any more. I needed cock. I needed it all the time. He ended up breaking up with me. I was fine with it though. I had all the cock I could get with one little stop at the truck stop.\n\nThen one night while I was lost in my euphoric haze after taking another shot to my pussy a group of men invited me to come with them. They were a semi famous band with a nice bus and were on tour. They wanted me to come with them. I simply nodded my head and followed along.\n\nNow I go from place to place fucking my way across the country as I chase that feeling of pleasure when a man fills my pussy with his cum. Always looking for my next score. Desperately waiting for my next creampie."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] College Secretary and stressed boss
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"content": "\\- She overloads his schedule with fake meetings, then when he's at his limit she reveals that he's actually got two hours free, and that she deserves to be punished\n\n\\- The boss' wife commands the secretary as well, to edge him during sales deals and get him off when he succeeds however he likes.\n\n\\- The boss tells his wife he's working late, when instead he's contemplating work while watching secretary suffer for him to help his mood (any suffering will do...edging on sybian, spanking self, struggling to walk in tight clothes and/or rope bondage, etc)\n\n\\- over lunch boss watches secretary touch up her perfect makeup so he can use her and mess up her hard work with a rough wet throat-fuck\n\n\\- secretary starts every day with a menu provided on boss' desk, which dictates her personality, dress, and how/when he will expect to be pleasured"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [pm] powers being used in bed to spice up they relationship
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"content": "Okay\n\nTwo powerful magic users (possibly two witches or a witch and wizard) often cast spells on each other during sex. One has an amazing power to summon tentacles from portals and the other summons either beautiful succubi or perverse and gremlin-like incubi. This leads to many wild summoning sexcapades.\n\nGo as weird as you want with this one though. If it is not to your taste then you can tweak it to."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She always ended up losing the games and owing the boys piles of blowjobs and other sexual favors. And as long as none of them ever looked at her actual, massively ranked, profile, they wouldn't suspect a thing!
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"content": "“Hey. Good game. You really fooled me at the end with that distraction. I didn’t see you coming.” Jill says to me over the headset.\n\nWe had just finished our 1v1 match and I finally won against her. I’d been trying to win a game against her forever. I just could never get that win like the other guys in our friend group.\n\n“I got lucky.” I tell her.\n\n“Not yet.” She says with a chuckle. “I’ll see you in the morning, yea?” she asks me.\n\nI gulp and squeak out “Yes.”. My voice catches as I respond as I’m already thinking about tomorrow morning.\n\n“Great. I’ll see you then. Night.” She says before disconnecting.\n\nI sit there on the title screen as I daydream about tomorrow. I’ve heard the stories from the other guys but now I finally get a turn. Wonder what she’ll be wearing? Will her hair be in a pony tail or free flowing? Will it feel good?\n\nMy cock hardens as I play out the many scenarios I hope will happen in the morning. Jill taking my cock in her mouth to me bending her over and fucking her from behind.\n\nI pull my cock out of my shorts and close my eyes. I start to stroke as I imagine what tomorrow will be like.\n\nIt doesn’t take me long before I’m blowing my load all over my hands and stomach to the thought of having sex with Jill in the morning.\n\nI’ve been trying to get with her for the past three months ever since she started betting sexual favors to those that could beat her in game.\n\nAll the other guys have beaten her a bunch of times. They like to brag around the lunch table when she isn’t there. Telling me how they beat her in game and then fucked her the next day.\n\nI’ve wanted this for a while and now I get to do it with her!\n\nI spend the rest of the night trying to sleep but keep jerking off to the thought of tomorrow.\n\n-= Jill =-\n\nFinally, I think to myself as I lose the match to Bill. He’s been trying so hard lately. I really had to throw that match for him to finally win. He’s so bad at this game.\n\nBut he’s the last guy I haven’t had sex with in our friend group. I really want that whole collection, to clear the goal of having sex with all my guy friends before we head for college. I was starting to get worried I wouldn’t get the full set before school let out for summer.\n\nWell now I’ll have it. Once I get there in the morning and suck him off. I hope he isn’t small like Jake was. Or way too big like Kris. Also hope he lasts longer than Derek.\n\nI giggle to myself at the thought that I sound like little red riding hood. Not to big, not to small, not to fast, not to long, but just right. \n\nI jump into bed wearing my oversized t-shirt I stole from Greg after the weekend of sex we had. That was a great bet that paid off well. I lean back into my pillow and close my eyes.\n\nI drift off to sleep as I replay all the different sex acts I’ve done with my friends since I came up with my goal. Happily falling asleep with my hand teasing my pussy at the pleasant memories."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Famous ladies getting into (supernatual) troubles
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"content": "Don’t know if you’re asking for specific ladies by their name, so I’ll bite. \n\nBryce Dallas Howard (played Claire Dearing from Jurassic World) filmed near a lake where multiple drownings occurred. The spirits being restless decided to vent out their frustrations on the actress by using hydrokinesis to form tentacles and/or bodies to violate her. Why did they bring punishment on her? Who to say vengeful spirits are rational?"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Chadicus was a total dudebro in life, and the best wingman someone could ask for. Him being dead hasn't stopped this man amongst men from adhering to the Bro code. However, tonight is looking to be his toughest case yet...
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"content": "(Brief disclaimer, I’ve never wingmanned for anyone, so this is all from whatever my tired brain can muddle together)\r\n\n“Well, how’s about we go back to your place handsome?” Chadicus hears from where his latest bro is sitting. ‘Another job well done’ he thinks, leaving the guy’s best friend. \r\n\nThe cold chill of death’s embrace returns to him, as he clears his new Bros’ tabs. It’d be uncool not to, after all. When he does, he hears those 5 words. The 5 that any wingman knows intimately well. \r\n\n“Oh god, she’s so hot,” The only thing unusual about them is the person saying them. Now, Chad doesn’t really care about what people do. Infact, he’s helped more than his fair share of gay bros get some. The person saying them isn’t unusual either. He’s helped several nerdy guys get with the cute girl from the library. It’s the first time he’s heard the cute girl from the library say it herself, however. He lets out one manly tear, because he’s made a promise to use his ghostly powers for the greater good, which means he can’t help this Dudette with her relationship. Until he sees her friend is a guy. \r\n\n‘Aw yeah, this is where the fun begins!’ he says, possessing the dude. The warmth of life enters his ghostly form, as his body shifts, becoming one with his new bro. Knowledge floods his brain. This guy is Anthony Romano, Tony to his friends, and his bro’s name is Evangeline Rowan-Hamilton, Evie to her friends. \r\n\n“That’s the 14th time you’ve said that, Evie,” he says, his new bro’s voice giving his words a romantic accent. “At this point, I’m about to ask her out for you,” he adds, smirking. \r\n\nEvie starts blushing madly, blubbering something or other. “Y-you can’t do that!”\r\n\n“Just watch me, little *Anatro*,” he says, “I have gotten tired of your excuses. Just watch me!”\r \nDespite her protests, he gets up and walks over to Evie’s crush, who’s sitting by herself. “Is this seat occupied?” he says, sitting down at the barstool next to her.\r\n\n“Sorry bud, I’m not interested,” she says, her hand smacking his chest. “Now, why don’t you go back to your girlfriend? I can see her staring all the way over here.”\r\n\n“Ah, but you see, I feel that my friend and you may share similar interests,” he says, “Infact, I do believe she’s had her eye on you for quite some time-”\r\n\n“Alright, did Marie put you up to this?” she interrupts, “It’s not funny to use my crush on your girlfriend for a laugh.”\r\n\n“First off, she is not my girlfriend,” he says, “Secondly, I’m not lying. I have spent months having my phone blow up with her panicking just from seeing you.”\r\n\n“You aren’t kidding? Damn, hang on a second,” she says, sitting down where Tony was sitting just moments ago. Evie turns from ghostly pale to a burning red the moment she sits down. He has a drink- this bar’s not half bad- while admiring the view. Eventually the girl walks out, a flustered Evie behind her. \r\n\n‘Another job well done’ he thinks, leaving his newest bro. The cold chill of death’s embrace returns to him, as he clears his new Bros’ tabs. It’d be uncool not to, after all."
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"content": "Hands shaking, Elena knocked on the door. This was only minutes after her argument with Toby where he tried to explain to her this was all in the contract she signed when she started, the reason she hadn't had to do it sooner was because people did usually ask for girls \"...like her\" she knew what he meant, it hurt but she understood, being a bit on the chubbier side had never been easy but it made sense. Not only that but he said she had to wear [this](https://i.etsystatic.com/34048245/r/il/af4000/3948671459/il_fullxfull.3948671459_6umk.jpg) stupid outfit, she felt so stupid and nervous, flinching as the door swung open. It was a tall woman with long brownish ginger hair, brown eyes and gorgeous makeup. Ell, being pretty short herself had to look pretty much directly up at her which just made it even more intimidating.\n\nAt first she looked annoyed but her face lit up when she saw Ell, grabbing her arm and pulling her inside \"Oh Tam!\\~ Your birthday gift is here!\\~\" She shut the door behind them and pushed the brunet a little making her stumble a bit, looking at the other two women in the room, one of which looked very surprised. She had light brown hair pulled out of her face and a cup in her hand. \"Oh and she's so cute too!\" The woman from before wrapped her arms around Ell from behind making her squeak a bit \"And we paid top price so nothings off limits and we've got her all night\\~\" She purred moving her hands up to squeeze Ell's breasts, just gently groping them making the shorter girl gasp and squirm a bit, giving a small whimper, this was so strange, the woman's hands felt great, but in a matter of seconds they were gone. \"But since your the birthday girl,\" Again Elena was pushed forward my the tall woman, this time being moved right in front of Tamera, the 'birthday girl' \"you can have the first go\" She smacked Ell's bum making her jump before taking a few steps away and taking the champagne bottle from the third woman, that had been holding it.\n\nEll wasn't really sure what to do, it was sort of clear Tam didn't either. \"Um, happy birthday\" She said softly making the woman laugh, now smiling a little more \"Thanks\" She wrapped her arms around Ell and moved to gently kiss her neck. Tam would have been a good few inches taller than her is she was standing, but since she was sitting Ell was just a little higher. Edd gasped softly and placed her hands on the woman's shoulders. \"What's your name?\" She mumbled against her skin and the painter shuddered when she felt teeth graze her \"E-Elena\" She nearly whispered it. \"That's a cute name, it suits you, do you go by Ellie?\" Tam's hands trailed up her back a bit to unclip her bra. \"Usually just Ell\" she took her hands off Tam's shoulders so the green eyes woman could slip it off of her. The younger gave a little whine and looked away, blushing more. This was so embarrassing, she didn't like how vulnerable she felt like this. She felt Tam's kissed start trailing lower, one of her hands coming up to gently fondle her soft breast, using her thumb the rub the girl's sensitive bud, the feeling surprising her.\n\nShe gave a soft moan as Tam kissed ands nipped at her boobs, having a hard time staying still, it felt so different than her own hands. But at that point she felt another hand on her, between her legs rubbing her through her underwear. She mewled sweetly and looked behind her, it was the woman who hadn't spoken to her yet. Tam grumbled a bit, narrowing her eyes at her, she just chuckled a bit \"I just could help myself, I haven't gotten to touch her at all yet\" She said as if that deeply saddened her. She had copper brown hair that went about halfway down her back and it seemed a bit curly, she kissed the back of Ell's neck while she made lots of little noises. Elena felt the fingers slip into her panties to touch her directly, rubbing her clit making her moan pretty loud. She seemed so good at this, like she knew exactly what to do. \"Gosh look at you, you're so wet already, you just love this don't you baby? Is getting touched by strangers turning you on?\" She purred in her ear. Ell whimpered and nodded, her face felt like it was on fire. The woman laughed and bit down hard on her shoulder making a mark, then they were all stopped \"Wait wait! Hold on, I got some toys just for this!\" The tall woman said with a big smile as she went through her bag \"Move her to the bed\" Tam shrugged and stood up, taking Ell's hand and having her sit on the bed and spread her legs. ( I haven't decided if I'll write more or not, I might)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When you put in a Nude Code into your favorite video game... you didn't know it would also transport you inside! The characters are VERY nude.. and VERY horny, thanks to you.
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"content": "A sex code for Marvel's Guardians of the Galaxy? Probably just removes the clothing, fades to black, and manipulates the sound files to make sex noises. \n\nUp, Up, Down, Down, Left, Right, Left, Right, B, A. Select, Start\n\n\"Fuck yeah\" Gamora and Mantis look so real naked. What artist drew the tattoos around the cock of Drax? Starlord has a normal dick. Rocket has a Red Rocket. Groot has a twig and berries, okay, that's funny. And Adam Warlock has a comically small golden dick. Nice, now how do I get them all to fuck?\n\nGamora: Peter? Who's this on the Milano?\n\nDrax: Yes Peter Quill, why does it appear another Terran is on our ship?\n\nWarlock: How another humans haphazardly here? Horniness and hormones have hold herein.\n\nRocket: I don't know what golden boy said but I want to fuck.\n\nSomehow the code inserted me into the game. Not only did it make all the characters naked, but it's also made them all horny.\n\n\"Guys, guys, guys. I don't know how I got here, or why we're all horny. But instead of fucking all over the ship, what if we go to the sex club on Nowhere?\"\n\nMantis: In most futures Terran we all fuck you to death and you never make it back to your world. \n\nGroot: I am Groot\n\n\"Exactly, whatever Groot said. Also, no clean up. Then we can all partner up, and maybe pick up people, like Lady Hellbender for Drax.\"\n\nDrax: Peter Quill, this Terran speaks wise words, the bedding of Lady Hellbender would be a bedding worthy of song. \n\n\"And how many people are needed to guide the ship to our destinations, maybe there's some foreplay and oral sex to hold us over.\"\n\nMantis: Great job Terran, though I'm still not sure if this is the one you survive to make it back to your world, or if you decide to stay here with us.\"\n\nGroot: I am Groot"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: As A gorgeous vampire working for a paranormal agency, she was normally a bit reserved and professional. However, when she was freshly fed, she tended to be extremely... *Friendly*
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"content": "here go....feedback welcomed \n\\[WP\\] She was a gorgeous vampire working for a paranormal agency. She was normally a bit reserved and professional. However, when she was freshly fed, she tended to be extremely... \\*Friendly\\* \nElizabeth von Fritz. Oh god, what can I say? She came out of some novel or something like that. It all started 300 years ago in a German village when her family was served as an offering to a vampiric count who ran the place. In love with her beauty, he bit her and made her drink his blood. God! imagine what it's like to spend 10 years under the mantle of the man who killed his family as a wife. Until she got her chance and ran away. Our agency found her in World War II when that same vampire who ran an extermination camp was killed by her in revenge. Cold, lonely, tough as steel, and beautiful as a flower. \n\"Hey, new blood. Don't mess it up, \"she said in a tone that pulled me out of my thoughts and froze my blood. We've been on this werewolf's trail for months. The bastard killed 10 children and was now in this abandoned warehouse. She got in the front, stealthier than a cat, saw easily in the dark, and disappeared. \nThen came a high-pitched sound that froze me. The creature advanced towards me. I shot at it but it only grazed it. It was the end of me. Fritz came like a car and threw the monster against the crates. They both tangled in combat, the wolf's claws and fangs against the vampire's. She was losing \n\"Newblood...do something!\" she yelled. I reloaded my gun and fired. The creature screamed and looked at me. I froze in terror. He walked slowly and my shots did nothing. He didn't seem to care about dying. He came within a step of me, and I shot him. But it was out of bullets. The being snatched the shotgun from my hand and its claws curled around my neck. The air was like fire, and I felt that it would all be over soon... and I heard a scream. \nElizabeth jumped at the wolf, biting its neck. Its long fangs were a show of beauty and horror that danced inside me. She ripped the being's neck, and the werewolf responded by grabbing her by the flesh and throwing her against me when I felt something pull me. The silver blade My silver knife was ripped away by Fritz and it stuck in the chest of the being who walked backwards until the light of the full moon shone on him and his body slowly fell to dust. \n\"I said new blood...don't ruin it... everything,\" she said weakly as she lifted me up, \"was it bit? any wounds\" She said, \"touching my body.\" \n\"Are you OK? \"Are you bleeding?\" I asked, trying to stop the bleeding and make her move away from me. \n\"I'm fine, I just need blood to regenerate myself,\" she explained. I stretched my wrist and she gave me a look like she called me an idiot. \"I have blood bags at home.\" \n \"Oh okay.\" I helped her into the car and followed through the lower part of town, between drugs, whores, and violence until I reached her house. When we left, the circle of small bandits moved away when they noticed who it was. I say 300 years of investment and she sure as hell could have come up with something better. \nBut here he lived among the dirt and subhumans, far from it all. I walked in, and she sat on the couch. \"In the fridge,\" she said, and I obeyed, taking the blood bag. \"You can go,\" she said as she drank the blood. \n\"Not really, not with you like that,\" I said, trying to impose myself, and I could see that she wanted to giggle. She swallowed the bag of blood and another and I could see the wound on her body close and she looked relaxed. \n\"Damn my best shirt,\" she said \n. \"Do you go hunting in your best clothes?\" \n\"haha...I admit it was good.\" I was surprised. Elizabeth von Fritz was making a joke. She got up and removed her shirt, leaving only her white suit. Her pale skin looked flushed. and I was also almost hiding my face. \n\"Hey Newblood, it was cute what you did there,\" she said, walking behind me and removing her bra. \"Cute?\" I asked. \n\"I mean, you're offering blood... but you do realize I could die if I bite any artery, right?\" She said, with fangs close to my neck, making my body start. She laughed. I froze, but it was a warm, fun laugh. And I feel her stroking my hair: \"Calm down, I'm 90 years old on the agency side. Do you really think you're so yummy that I do this? \n\" Excuse me. \"Of course I am,\" I say with a smug face. I turn around and see that she is already removing her battle pants and is now wearing only a light red robe and panties. \n\"Want to drink?\" she asks. \"I didn't know vampires got drunk.\" \" \nOnly when you drink the blood of a drunk,\" she says, pouring me a glass of gin. \"Oh, so that's your tactic? \"Get me drunk and drink my blood,\" I tease. She makes a face and shows her fangs \"Yes, Lady Dracula will drain you until you become a mindless servant,\" she said, jumping on me. \n\"er..hey, I was just kidding, I would never do...\" she tried to explain \"beth...\" er.. she was on my lap, with her body covered only by the thin robe over mine. I could feel each of her curves touching my body and her deep red predatory eyes stared at me and her breath warmed me. \n\"You want this...\" she whispered, and I shook my head. \nHer deft fingers found their way to unbuttoning my clothes. Her teeth ran down my neck, leaving a trail of blood until she bit my nipple and made me moan. \n\"Newblood...\"she said in a low voice as she easily ripped my pants. Her hot tongue touched my thigh right near the crotch and I felt the wetness stain my pants and then a spike of pain followed by a warmth that set me on fire. They said it was better than heroin. If it was true, I think I was addicted. Her long tongue played with me and all the tension, cortisol, and nervousness of the day disappeared until only pleasure was left and my body floated like hot milk. \nI moaned, \"p-please stop.\" I wanted more and more, but she stopped. Her eyes were red, her lips smeared with my blood touched my mouth and her fingers on my clit. \n\"Let's keep it professional,\" she said. \n\"Fine newblood, you're getting better,\" she said. This crazy cult tried to summon an ancient god. We finished them all. \"by nhlog\" yelled at one with a gun, and I felt a jerk pushing me backwards. The cultist screamed, but a shot silenced him. \n\"It's hurt, you need blood,\" I said. \nand.. \"Let's keep it professional,\" she said, and I couldn't help but smile."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She knew that dating a slime boy or a slime girl always eventually led to a womb full of slime. She didn't realize just how quickly though!
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"content": "“So tell us. How did your date go with ‘Slimer’ Saturday night?”\n\n“Don’t call him that. You know that's mean.”\n\n“Whatever. Dish. Did you make out?”\n\n“He took me to the movies. It was ok.”\n\n“What!?! More. Tell us.”\n\n“Fine.”\n\n“So we met at the theater. He wanted to see some stupid action movie but I talked him into seeing that new romance movie.”\n\n\n“So we get to our seats and he sits on my right. Were all the way in the back. It had one of those seats where you can lift the arm so I ended up sitting by leaning into his shoulder. His hand is hovering over my chest as he drapes his arm over my shoulder.”\n\n“So I’m all relaxed and enjoying the show when I feel his hand on my breast. I look down and see that his arm has stretched out so he could grab my boob.”\n\n“He whispers into my ear ‘Is this ok?’ all sexy like. Made my body tremble when I heard him speak into my ear like that. I told him yes.”\n\n“He continues to fondle my breast with his hand for a few minutes before he seems to get bored and he changes it up. His hand is kind of like liquefies, right? You know, like in those superhero movies where they all up and like to have those waving tunnels of water and shit. Like that, but smaller, more controlled I guess? \n\n“Anyway his hand liquefies somewhat and it starts to cover my chest. I’m covered in this flowing fluid of him. And it feels incredible! I’ve never felt anything like it.\n\nLike a warm blanket but with millions of little mouths that kiss your skin and stimulate the nerve endings wherever it touches. And it was covering my whole chest. My nipples were so aroused by his touch.\n\n“He asks if this is ok.” and I grunt out a yes. He continues to stimulate me like this for the next five minutes or so.”\n\n“He grows like a second arm or some shit because I can feel it flow down the side of my body and cover my crotch and upper thighs. But it doesn’t touch my pussy, just the area around it.” \n\n“My body is wrapped in two different areas by this wonderful warmth and pleasure. It drove me insane, I was so horny at this point. I couldn’t wait until he touched my pussy directly. This teasing just made me more horny than ever.”\n\n“I look over to him and notice a big change. He isn’t chunky anymore. He’s muscular and fit. No sign of fat on him. His clothes are too big for his body as they hang off his body all loose and shit. I can see his pants tenting at his crotch so I know he’s enjoying this as much as I am.”\n\n“He asks if this is ok and I tell him yes again. My body is on fire from all the teasing from his touch as he covers my body in his right there in the middle of the theater.”\n\n“Thats when he makes the big move and starts to play with my pussy. Covering me with his fluid body. The warmth, the feeling, I almost climaxed right as he started touching my cunt. It was the best feeling in the world. That is until he starts to fuck me? It’s hard to explain.”\n\n“Instead of feeling like his finger slipping inside me I felt like his hand turning into a cock as it pressed against me before it slipped inside. It felt like a hard cock was pushing into me.”\n\n“Wait wait wait. So your saying, your in the back of the theater, covered in “him”, your breasts, your crotch, and your pussy, when he starts to fuck you? Right there in the middle of the theater with his slim body all over you?”\n\n“Yea. That’s what I’m saying. He’s sitting next to me with his fluid slim body covering and fucking me while no one else has any idea. It felt so incredible. I could barely hold on. It didn’t take long before he brought me to my first climax for the night.”\n\n“First climax?”\n\n“Yea. So he made me climax in public at the movies, then afterward he took me home. My parents were waiting for me like normal and I headed to my room. He was already there having snuck in while I distracted my parents.”\n\n“He went full slim and pulled me into himself. All that was left uncovered was my nose. He then treated my body like his play thing as he fucked me and made me climax like crazy. I couldn’t move, couldn’t do anything except go along for the ride as his body pleasured mine. It was like a hot bath with massages and tingles and orgasms. I lost track of how long I just floated in him.”\n\n“It was weird, it was hot, it was the best thing that I’ve ever felt.”\n\n“Wow. Who would have known slimmer was such a good fuck? Are you going to see him again?”\n\n“Yea. After school I’m heading over to his place. His parents are getting home late and we are going to ‘float’ again until they come home.”\n\n“That sounds so hot. Say… I want to go with, would that be ok?”\n\n“Yea girl. I got you. I can’t keep up with him so the two of us should be able to handle him.”\n\n“Great!”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Banging at the wedding
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"content": "The bride's family have a bit of an *interesting* tradition, where all of the unmarried adult women on the bride's side (widows and divorcees not included) will all strip naked, and leave themselves bound and gagged in one of their bedrooms at the hotel, then one man from the groom's family will be chosen to enter the room and have his way with the women, in the hopes that he will like one of them enough to pursue a relationship with them."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Anal centric plots
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"content": ">A femboy centaur pines for a cock that can satisfy him. Once he meets a kindly, energetic and similarly effete minotaur, he thinks he may have found who he was searching for.\n\n> A man visits a massage parlor that specializes in prostate massages.\n\n> The trappy guy in the group was the best gamer and had a standing bet that if anyone could beat him at any game, his asshole was free to them for the whole weekend."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Her boobs had been steadily getting bigger, ever since she moved into a house with a bunch of cowgirls...
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"content": "hi, me again... i try to do my best here. feedback are welcomed \n\n\nVivian looked like a matchstick with that thin, slender, tall body with dark hair and pale skin. holding that huge backpack on the shore. \nKnock, knock.... She was concerned about the interdimensional exchange project. Just imagine yourself going to a world with a strange moon and populated by a creature that looks like something straight out of an RPG game. \n\"H-hi... I'm Vivian from the Land School of Agronomy... \"err\" She shut up as she noticed the large female figure with blond hair and curved horns adorned with cow ears. She was 6.4 feet tall, wide, thick, and, oh, so big and round. \"Very thin... sits on the table,\" the figure spoke. \nShe dragged Vivian along like a rag doll. The human girl fell onto the big table. She was surrounded by the other girls. All were huge, some more chubby, some more muscular and lean, but all with big, huge breasts, bigger than her head. \n\"Drink,\" a pink-haired one said, placing a large glass, almost the size of a small bucket, in front of Vivian. She, with a nervous smile, sniffed... it was milk... it tasted so sweet and she felt her whole body heat up. \nDear Dan, I say if I don't know if I'll survive here... jokes. I mean, everything is so weird. The girls here are welcoming. Although Liana, the eldest, is a little too direct. Still, it's interesting to live with cowgirls... the first day on the job almost broke me. She wrote and sent the letter. \nVivian wiped the sweat off after another day of work. In the first week, her body was used to working, but there was always something to do when she sat down. \n\"Moo... Vivian...do you have a boyfriend?\" asked the pink-haired cowgirl. Helen was the fattest but the most milk-producing of the girls. \n\"Um...yes... yes, it's Dan,\" she explained. \"And he's happy about it?\" Helen asked, pointing to Vivian's flat chest, which made her blush. \"Hurr... er...very clear,\" she said back. He'd always liked her, but he'd never mentioned that this was his favorite part. \nThe cowgirl pulled her head in a brotherly hug... \"moo...\" Oh thanks Helen, you're a friend, but what?\" she asked, confused as she noticed the pink-haired girl with her breast out. The cowgirl pulled her head to her breasts, forcing Vivian to milk her mouth almost like a calf. \nWell, Dan I don't know if I'll really survive. Girls are a little...er...well...clingy... I think it's their instinct. Anyway, I keep studying and working hard... and now the work has gotten even harder with the \"milking.\" Anyway, I've been here for a month now and I need new clothes. I think the humid weather is shrinking mine. Vivian wrote and laid down. \nIt was a fact that those clothes were shrinking and getting tighter, even tighter around her chest. Anyway, tomorrow was shopping day. \nVivian and the cowgirls got out of the pickup. She had never imagined such a large mall filled with strange creatures.succubus underwear stores, which made her blush. Elven dresses and necklaces made by Lamias. Liana accompanied her, carrying the heavy groceries as if they were nothing. \n\"Helen said she had a boyfriend... uh... did she ever have kids with him?\" The huge cowgirl asked, making her blush. Liana and I had become close friends, but she was still straight as an arrow. \n\"Err... I don't know, we're too young...to think about it...but I already wanted to have a family,\" Vivian says, almost cringing. It was true that she rarely thought about such matters, but now living with the cowgirls, it didn't seem so strange. In that culture, it was common to have as many children as possible and to see it as a sign of honor. Sometimes she wondered if she would make a good mother. \nVivian felt her little body being pulled by Liana's strong hand that threw her against the wall. \"L-liana...\" she protested, but the gigantic blonde had extracted her breasts in vain.\"Mama,\" she ordered, making Vivian want to hide her face and look around. Despite that, no one in the mall wants to take a second look and make it look like a normal scene. \nWith nothing to do, Vivian obeyed. Biting and pulling the nipples hard until you feel your mouth fill with milk and leak out the corner. Her body warmed and she felt strong and comfortable in Liana's arms. \nWith nothing to do, Vivian obeyed. Biting and pulling the nipples hard until you feel your mouth fill with milk and leak out the corner. Her body warmed and she felt strong and comfortable in Liana's arms. \nWell, Dan, it's been so long. I can't wait to see you again. I'm even afraid you won't recognize me. I mean, almost two years here with them and I can say that I'm part of the family. Hehe... I can even talk now.except for the horns, tail, and ears. I'm one of them. Work is as usual, but everyone insists that I eat six times a day. I think I gained a few pounds. My bra broke a few days ago and apparently no one here wears these... so please bring some! Vivian wrote. \nDan got off the bus. And he stood looking at the strange beings walking down the street. This was more like an anime or RPG game. He's been distracted by bumping into some lamias and succubus. \n\"S-sorry,\" he said, even stopping and looking at the big cowgirl in front of him. \"b-big... s-sorry,\" \n \"Dan?\" She asked as he nodded and simply felt the steel grip tug at his arm. He tried to struggle but soon felt her body being thrown over her shoulder as he was carried like a sack of flour. \n\"Vivian told me to bring you here,\" the blonde cowgirl said as she placed him on the floor and turned around. \nDammit Vivian. Is that what you had to raise? I hope she's okay. He picked up the suitcase that had fallen open while he picked up the pieces of clothing. He picked up the bra he'd brought for Vivian and said, \"Well, I hope size D will fit.\" \nShe said she had gained a few extra pounds. Well, he didn't have a problem with a fleshy girl. Dan felt an almost steely grip on his shoulder...that cow. \n\"Look here...\" (er..gulp...) \"Vivian?\" He spoke in a weak voice. \nT-wasn't that possible, Vivian? The long, black-haired figure was her sister, Vivian. \"Who else would be silly?\" She says she gave him a tight hug that almost made Dan feel his bones were broken. She said she'd gained a few pounds, but not all of them. That body... the lean biceps. He could feel her hard stomach under the coveralls she wore. \nShe didn't joke when she said she was almost a cowgirl. She was already tall, but now her field of vision was straight to huge, round and full... her breasts. They almost jumped out, being squeezed by the straps of the jumpsuit she was wearing. \n\"Let's go...I want to introduce you to the farm,\" she said, pulling him with ease. They walked through fields, stables, and so on. The working cowgirls said hello, but he couldn't take his eyes off of that once scrawny, slender figure, now a complete hourglass of flesh, fat, muscle, and sexyness. \nAnd this is where I milk.\" She explained \n \"the...milking manually?\" he asked, still staring at her breasts. His hand went to the bag, and I removed the bra and held it in front of Vivian, who laughed... of course that wouldn't fit her. But still she smiles and lowers the straps, revealing her huge pale pink nipples, and prepares to put on her bra... \n\"Oops,\" she says with a naughty smile."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Two friends ask the wish-granter to give them a perfect girlfriend. It decides to cut out the middle man, and the two men quickly find themselves transforming on the spot.
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"content": "\"Hey, Dan!\" Mark glared at the distance when he noticed his friend leaning against a wall. Dan was crestfallen and ran down the hall. A few girls and boys gathered in small groups chuckled mockingly. \nShit! Mark had warned. That girl, Lilian, was a serious problem. Even more so since rumors said she rode Jack after practice and, of course, the muscular giant wasn't going to let it go. \n\"Idiot... idiot... instinctive.... sniff!!\" Dan whimpered as he dragged himself along. He rubbed his belly. You could still see the mark on Jack's punch . But Lillian's words were like knives through his heart . \n\"You pathetic weirdo incel who will never have anyone care about you,\" he thought to himself. Damn, just say no. Was it that horrible? \n\"Dan, Dan, wait!\" Mark yelled, running. Dan braked. \"Wowaaah!\" Mark yelled as he was unable to control his own speed as he tangled up with his friend below. \nThey had run a lot. He didn't even notice that Mark had entered the environmental reversal area near the school, and now they were rolling downhill. In an almost romantic scene, Mark falls with Dan on top of him in an almost romantic scene. \n\"Ew,\" the two said. \"Get off,\" Mark replied, kicking him in the \"asshole.\" \"I don't even know why I came after you.\" \n \"Whatever after that, I just want to be alone,\" Dan said, turning around when his friend pulled him into a rear naked choke. \nHe pointed out, \"You can stop your self-pity just because that slut rejected you.\" \nIn that stream of water, among the autumn leaves and bushes, was a scene out of a fairy tale. A beautiful and feminine figure with the delicacy of a flower and hair the color of sunlight was lying on the edge of the stream, almost being carried away. \n\"We will!\" Dan spoke, running as he pulled her. With Mark's help, they dragged her across the earth. It was a perfect day. The translucent silk clothing marred her curvy body and perky tits. Never had any of them seen such a beautiful woman. When Mark reached out to touch her, he received a slap from Dan. \n\"I just wanted to know if it was real.\" \n\"Woof!\" said the woman who was struggling to get air, and the body started getting up and scaring the boys. The girl looked around and faced the young men and smiled. \"Thank you,\" \"Are you in need of assistance?\" Dan asked, \"Why were you there?\" \n\"Well...I drank too much,\" she said jokingly, \"but as a thank you, you can make a wish.\" \nBoth guys looked at each other with some naughty thoughts in their heads \"Any wishes?\" \n\"Of course, I'm a fairy,\" she said. \n\"You need a doctor, you hit your head,\" Mark said. \nThe woman twisted the kisses into a pout and snapped her fingers. A gust of wind swept up the leaves from the ground until they formed a small whirlpool around the blonde, and in a small flash of light, the figure stopped. Now with bare skin, with a glowing aura, and from the back sprouted two huge butterfly wings. \nThe guys crawled back as she tried to calm them down, getting closer. Dan reached out to twist her and got a slap from Mark on her hand. \n\"I just wanted to see if it was real,\" he said, making the fairy giggle. \n\"Vivian, my name, and you can order whatever you want,\" she explained. \nMark and Dan stared at each other for a few minutes. I couldn't be serious. \n\"Want a million?\" Dan was silenced by Mark. \n\"We need to spend it the right way,\" Mark explained, \"expect world peace?\" \n\"Not really, an atomic bomb,\" Dan said, causing confusion for Vivian and Mark. \"He's still mad because he got rejected,\" Mark explained to Vivian. Both logos got involved in the clash, and Vivian sat up rolling her \"boys\" eyes. Money? Houses? influence? Vivian understood. It was about girls. In the end, she was about that. \n\"Why don't you ask for the perfect girlfriend?\" she said, conjuring a drink. \n\"Um...good idea. I'd like a special someone. You know, an Asian six-pack tomboy,\" Dan said. \n\"You only care about appearances?\" Mark asked. But of course not, she should be the biggest fan of Street Fighter, \"Dan explained,\" of the Alpha.\" Mark added, \"exactly and should be nice and be with me at the worst times. \n\" I agree. I would also like a nice girlfriend who likes the cure and is a busty goth. \"Of course, black metal and football bands read the 600 editions of Captain Draco,\" Mark said, adding, \"it's 650.\" \"Well, I don't take Maicon Moore's run into account.\" \nVivian put her finger on her chin and thought for a moment. She had a sly smile and snapped her fingers. The boys barely noticed. \n\"Er...have you always had that chest?\" Mark asked Dan. The boy gave a thin, high squeak as he noticed the clothes becoming tight around her breasts and thighs. \n\"Mark..look,\" Dan pointed out. \nAnd once again, Vivian laughed. She loved that part. First it was Dan. Her body swelled and contorted with two mounds of flesh that appeared on her chest, taking the form of two beautiful, huge breasts, size D. Her short hair fell in a black line across her face. It melted away all traces of masculinity, leaving a delicate face adorned with black makeup and piercings. \n\"Dan...Dan, you're fine,\" Mark said, trying to help his friend. The boy's big body seemed to wither, melting the fat and bones until it thinned to a slender and feminine figure. Mark groaned as he felt small mounds of flesh grow on his chest, forming round perk tits with hard spikes smaller than Dan's. \nVivian added the final touch. Dan's outfit took on a black hue, like an oversized clevage dress, while Dan's outfit shrunk to a tank top and panty shorts that exposed his six pack and defined thighs. \n\"W-what did you do?\" they asked together. \n\"Well...you wanted the perfect girlfriend and I just gave her a helping hand,\" Vivian said, walking behind the new women while playing with their bodies. \n\"Y-you bastard, turn us back,\" Dan said, but was stopped by Mark. After all, what could an angry fairy do to them? \n\"Please, Vivian, we're not gay and we don't like men.\" \n\"I know, that's why I made you girls.\" \"Come on, don't tell me you don't think you're pretty.\" \nThey both stared at each other for a moment. Heck, they were each other's fetish dream. Mark reached for Dan's chest and got his hand slapped. \n\"Sorry... just wanted to play.\" \n \"Um...okay, but I want to touch your six pack,\" Dan said. Mark apprehensively nodded and closed his eyes. When he felt Dan's warm, wet tongue in his belly \n, \"hmmm..Dan,\" Mark groaned. \n\"Sorry...I couldn't take it.\" \nVivian smiled. Of course, she gave it a little lift. After all, she also wanted to have some fun. \"Come on boys, I know you've never touched a woman. Do you really think this is a problem? \" "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] I might already begin to annoy the shit out of you in here, but how about some femdom prompts? Real world only, no fantasy, no science fiction. And well, consent is key.
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"content": "Woman finds out a friend has had a very long dry spell. She decides to corner him and lay down every trick in the book until he consents to letting her have her way with him.\n\n>! Could likely be written as either CNC or open consent, but I was picturing a CNC-ish scenario of him consenting with a whispered \"please, just take me.\" Also being kind of gentle-domme without being mommy-domme? She's take-charge and a little rough but not emasculating/insulting. But that's just how I pictured it. It's a prompt, do what you want! !<"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PI] After such a harrowing trek to the most remote part of the world you finally meet the sage to gain their wisdom. Wait, what? You didn't expect their life guidance to be so...lewd.
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"content": "Well done! The idea of the the person seeking the sage being a women didn't cross my mind when I read it at first nor when I wrote my own version. I never got around to posting it since it felt over baked but maybe I will after some much needed revisions.\n\nThe ending I especially liked given how out of place it felt (which really makes sense for the prompt) and the reluctant submission at work. Tricia is a serious women and wouldn't just blow any random 18 year old ugly ass nerd but *given the context* what other choice is there save going home empty handed?"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: (incest) A son is shocked when he comes home early to see his father, mother, sister and brother in an unabashed orgy in the living room. He watches on in secret as they eagerly swap around, laughing while insulting the youngest son for being too different from the family to join in on the fun.
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"content": "Family Funtime-\n\n\n\"Come on Rodney, Billy will be here any minute. You want him to catch us I'm sure he'd freak.\" Katie chided our brother while she ground her naked body against him and he drove deep into Mom's fat exposed ass.\n\n\n\"Don't rush him.\" Mom said between moans as Rdney seemed to grip her hips tighter. She started to pant as he increased his pace. I increased the rate of my strokes to match them from my dark vantage point outside the livingroom window.\n\n\n\"Do you think, Billy, would ever be able to join?\" Katie's mention of me broke my concentration. Instead of focusing on Mom and Rodney, my attention now turned to my little sister dancing towards the center of the room. I may be the black sheep temperament wise, but Katie is physically different from the rest of the family.\n\n\nShe was thinner and had much smaller boobs than our mother did and her but length straight brown hair was practically the opposite of the wave blonde hair our mother and both us boys have. My cum shot out and hit the house when Rodney pulled out and Katie laid down to catch his load.\n\n\n\"Billy couldn't ever do this he's such of a stick in the mud.\" Rodney said as he stood up and looked down at his splattered sister with pride. Katie broke out in laughter. \n\n\n\"Too bad.\" Katie said as she rose up. \"I would love to see how it feels to be airtight.\" Her legs were firmly planted wide and her fists rested on her hips. The pose showed off how slender she was. Her nipples were pointing out rock hard.\n\n\n\"Well, we used the strap on\" Mom pointed out.\n\n\n\"That doesn't count.\" \n\n\n\"Have you ever seen his dick?\" Katie asked Mom\n\n\n\"Not since he was very young.\" She sounded disappointed.\n\n\n\"Of course she hasn't. He's so jumpy. I bet it's small.\" Rodney cracked. \n\n\n\"Kids, be nice.\" Dad finally put the camera down and walked over to Katie. \"He's your brother and he should be here soon. So let's get some showers, okay?\" He told everyone as he slid up behind Katie and started fingering her. \n\n\n\"If we shower in pairs it will go faster.\" Mom suggested. It absolutely didn't work.\n\n\nI came in and acted like I didn't hear moaning from both bathrooms. When they came out everyone acted normal. Hugging Mom felt weird now that I saw her breasts swinging free while being fucked.\n\nKatie was her clingy self. Hugging, kissing, and sitting on my lap. I had to focus on not popping a boner.\n\n\nMom pulled out roast from the crockpot. It was obvious she planned to have an orgy before I got home. Then after supper we all sat down for a movie. Of course the others were all too tired to finish it. After dad kept nodding off Katie offered to take him up. Then Rodney told me he was going to bed.\n\n\nThat left Mom and me. She was so sleepy but she made it most of the way through. I couldn't help myself. With my busty mom sleeping against me, my hand slid under her shirt. She didn't have a bra on. The soft tits felt wonderful in my hands.\n\n\n\"You know you really should ask a girl before you do this.\" She said with a giggle.\n\n\n\"Sorry, mom.\" Despite my apology, I didn't pull my hand away. She sighed and snuck a hand into my pants.\n\n\nAfter a moment she crawled down between my legs and pulled my pants off. \"Finally.\" She whispered as she eye my hard cock. I watched her blonde hair move as she bobbed up and down my length.\n\n\nSoon enough she was standing and frantically removing her t-shirt and sweatpants. Her curvy body was only lit by the light of the television. My mother let out a long gasp as she lowered her self. The feeling of her warm pussy was a new sensation but somehow familiar.\n\n\nSh tried to whisper dirty talk into my ear but when I told her I saw everything she did earlier, she blushed and grew silent. Then she quietly rode me and I watched her breasts sway in awe of them.\n\n\nWhen I was close to cuming I grabbed her and rolled her on her back. Then I suckled from one tit while I came in her. \n\n\nShe laid back and relaxed as the satisfied slut she was. I, meanwhile, planned how I would catch Katie alone. Needless to say she was surprised when she woke up to me sliding inside and asking her. \"Who's a stick in the mud now?\" "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] give me any ideas you all might have involving possession or ghosts.
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"content": "Ghosts:\n\n* More ghosts linger because of unresolved *sexual tension* rather than unresolved grudges. \"Sexorcists\" help them to relieve that tension and move on to the next life.\n* Selective tangibility: a ghost can move their hands clean through your clothing, but touch your skin directly.\n* Campus legends tell of Becky, a sorority girl who went too far during one Free Use Friday and died of a heart attack. They say that, every Friday night, you can find her in the bedroom where she died. Sex with her is out of this world... if you can survive it.\n\nPossession:\n\n* A shy but pretty cyberpunk hacker lets an AI share her head computer. This enables the AI to \"take front\" and try things that the hacker would never be socially courageous enough for.\n* A woman can channel the spirits of the dead and \"ride along\" as they take the chance for one last farewell. Incest option: >!She channels her own late mother, who wants to \"say goodbye\" to her husband's dick.!<"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She had such a boring & unsatisfying date, that she was horny enough to fuck anything. She sees a tentacle monster on her way home & decides to take home just to experiment. Three weeks later she's rubbing her heavily pregnant belly & searching the web for "How to marry a tentacle monster?"
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"content": "EDIT: CW incest, tentacle monsters\n\nWhen Stephen first met his new father in law, neither knew what to expect. Stephen, a tentacle monster had fallen in love with the girl of his dreams, but human/tentacle monster relationships were rare and still taboo. He was always a little moist but today he was slick with anxious mucus.\n\n\"Don't be so worried,\" his fiancee, Kate said, \"my daddy's a total teddy bear, and he's going to love you!\" She gave him a quick kiss and rang the doorbell.\n\nThe door swung open and a brick wall of a man was behind it. He had a messy mustache, and a bright smile surrounded by stubble. His muscular frame softened by age, just as his hair had been greyed. He immediately gave Kate a big bear hug.\n\n\"Kate! Welcome home!\"\n\n\"I missed you, daddy!\"\n\n\"And this must be the great Stephen! You can call me Dan; Looking forward to getting to know you!\"\n\nHe extended a hand to Stephen, who cautiously wrapped a tentacle around it for a shake. Stephen could feel the strength in this man's hand, and liked how his tentacles were being touched. He couldn't bear tell the man that what he'd done was like stroking another man's cock.\n\n\"Come in, dinner's about ready!\"\n\nThey all entered the kitchen to find two dinners being prepared. A beef stroganoff, and a plate of raw crabs for Stephen. A woman was setting the silverware out. She had thick thighs and bountiful breasts. She took off her apron to reveal she had on jeans but a surprisingly low cut top that showed off her milky tits. Her face was round and warm, framed by her curly red hair. It had gone grey ages ago, but was the only thing that really gave away her age.\n\n\"Oh Carol, do they have to be raw?\" Dan said.\n\n\"That's what the book said! Oh shoot I spoiled the surprise didn't I. Aww heck, Kate, we're pleased as punch about the good news! We didn't know much about the tentacle m--people so we got a book! 'How to Marry a Tentacle Monster' by Cy'lth and Andre!\"\n\n\"Your mother's been reading it cover to cover\"\n\n\"Look that's them on the back aren't they cute together? Not as cute as you two, certainly!\"\n\n\"C'mon Carol, you can embarrass the kids after we ate.\"\n\nAs they sat down for dinner, Stephen thought about how he'd been called many things, but \"cute\" was never one of them.\n\nCarol took a sip of wine and said, \"So, the book said that tentacle people aren't, uh typically interested in monogamy.\"\n\n\"Yeah, we're mostly monogamous, but Stephen's people treat sex much more like eating or drinking,\" Kate replied.\n\n\"So you would be ok if your friend Ashley and Stephen were... Intimate?\"\n\nStephen shook his tentacles and Kate said, \"no, we're totally open with each other, and we love each other.\" She gently stroked his tentacle and looked lovingly at him. He writhed in delight at her affection.\n\n\"What your mother is trying to ask,\" Dan added, \"is if it would be ok if we invited Stephen into our bed?\"\n\n\"Mom!?\" Kate looked at her mother. She'd never thought of her as a sexual being, although there was no denying it now. Her cheeks were flush and she was clearly staring at Stephen's sexy appendages.\n\n\"Mom. I'm just surprised, I mean, you barely know Stephen.\"\n\nCarol opened the book to a well dog-eared page in the book, and showed it to Kate and Stephen. \"The book says that Stephen's people communicate through sex, so if we want to get to know him, that's how.\"\n\nKate looked at her father who said, \"we've actually been looking forward to it,\" he held Carol's hand, \"to welcome Stephen into the family.\"\n\nKate kissed Stephen's tentacle and said, \n\"It's up to you, baby.\"\n\nStephen squeezed Kate's hand in ascent, and writhed under the table to grab on to Carol. \"Oh-ooh!\" She shouted. \"Shouldn't we go to the bedroom or someth--?\" She was cut off by Stephen working a tentacle into her mouth. Her soft lips giving way to a warm, wet mouth hungry for his cock \n\n\"Just relax, he's actually quite gentle,\" Kate said as her mother fellated her fiance's throbbing tentacle.\n\nDan started unbuttoning his pants, revealing a cock thick enough to rival Stephen's tentacles. Carol started stroking it as Stephen slid his tentacles into her shirt, popping her tits free.\n\nDan reached over to a free tentacle and started stroking it, causing tingles to shoot all up and down his body. \n\n\"Do you guys want me to go, or?\" Kate asked, hoping she could watch Stephen do his magic.\n\nDan looked at her and said, \"do whatever feels most comfortable, sweetie!\" Her mom winked and gave her a thumbs up while Stephen massaged her tits.\n\nKate felt the familiar tension of arousal in her crotch at the sight of her future husband fucking her parents. She pressed her legs together and moaned quietly. \n\nCarol got up, Stephen's tentacle coming out of her mouth with a satisfying pop. She bent over and slid her jeans down to reveal her bubble butt and soaking wet pussy. Stephen instinctively started fucking her while still groping her tits.\n\n Dan had gotten completely naked, his hairy chest on full display. He went around to Carol's front and she started sucking him while Stephen pounded him from behind. He groaned in pleasure, \"Stephen, buddy, think you could fuck me too?\"\n\nWithout waiting a moment, Stephen's tentacle had worked it's way into Dan's ass, filling him completely. Dan let out a primal roar as he was penetrated.\n\nKate was soaking now, she'd never seen anyone but herself fuck Stephen with such enthusiasm. She slipped her hand into her panties to stroke her wet, shaven snatch. \n\nStephen first gestured for her to join them, and before she could decline, her dad said, \"want to join us, babydoll? You're more than welcome.\" \n\nHer mom popped her dad's cock out to add, \"yes, exercise will be good for the baby!\" Before letting out a moan of pleasure as Stephen started stroking get clit with his tentacle.\n\nKate slid off her panties and stepped over to Stephen. \"I love you baby\" she said as she gently guided one of his tentacles into her aching vagina.\n\nStephen took care to fuck her gently as her breasts and belly had become sensitive from her pregnancy. Three generations all in a loving embrace, he was overcome with warm feelings of being accepted for who he was.\n\nJust then, Carol started grunting, her place frantic as Stephen brought her closer to orgasm. He pressed his tentacle into her g-spot just as he pressed Dan's prostate. They both began moaning in pleasure. Dan pulled out his cock and stroked it as a wad of cum shot out and hit his wife's face.\n\n\"Oh yes!\" She cried as her cunt tensed as her own orgasm peaked.\n\nKate frantically stroked her clit, moaning, \"daddy, mommy, Stephen fucks so goooood!\" before riding an orgasm of her own.\n\nAll four of them collapsed into a pile on the floor. Dan kissed Carol on the lips and gave Stephen a peck on the tentacle. \"Welcome to the family, bud.\"\n\nCarol picked up her shirt and held it over her massive tits, not quite covering then, \"well, we should get cleaned up. Thank you Stephen, love you, sweetie!\" She said as she grabbed Dan and fled for the shower.\n\n\"I love you!\" Kate called after them. \n\"And you,\" she said to Stephen, \"you were fantastic\"\n\nIn that moment, Stephen felt more whole and accepted than he'd ever felt in his whole life."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] a romantic night out with a prejac
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"content": "Prejac means a premature ejaculator, right? Hmm, some good potential here.\n\nAs for the prompt, I'm thinking the female character is a loving helpful person that knows about the prejac difficulties the male is having. This could be a new girlfriend or perhaps even a relative that heard about the issue. Maybe a neighbor milf heard gossip about the issue and offers to help.\n\nAs I envision one scenario, she starts by having him expose himself in private. He has an avg penis but very large balls. He is instantly erect upon exposing himself. She cups his scrotum to feel the weight of them and he starts cumming right away. She is shocked but gives reassurance that it's ok and she continues touching him so he can get used to the feeling. He's soon hard again and cumming soon after. Time after time she keeps working with him. She's shocked by his quick recovery and the volume each time. \n\nIf you're looking for something more public, it'd be wild to explore a scenario where the man keeps cumming in public; on the dance floor, on a park bench when they kiss, etc."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Mountain guide wants to make her tour more interesting
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"content": "Mountain Guide\n\nLydia slid into her tight black dress and tied her golden hair back. She turned away from the mirror and tried to check out how she looked from behind. Her healthy ass was barely covered and her heels made it pop. She knew that once she bent over the clients would be able to see everything. Now she was off to make them supoer.\n\nThis part always made her heart race. She never explicitly told any client what she meant by \"all inclusive weekend\", they would find out when she practically displayed herself in front of them. There was only one time she got completely turned down. Usually at least one person would take up her offer in each party. There weren't any women in this group so she had high hopes.\n\nHer job was being a mountain guide, but she offered services others simply wouldn't. Her cozy cabin had electricity, running water, and even a hot tub. She cooked top end meals, and she was not only willing but eager to offer any part of her body to please a client.\n\n\"Hi, gentlemen. I hope you're hungry. Dinner will be ready shortly.\" Lydia announced to all four lawyers who had gotten into the booze stash early. She bent over to grab a pit from a low cabinet and listened with glee to their gasps and groans.\n\nShe was almost done with her pasta dish when she felt hands and her hips. \"Lydia, you've been great and given us anything we could ask for, but there's not alot up here for entertainment…\"\n\n\"Well, maybe we can think of a fun group activity.\" She said as she pushed her ass back into the younger man. He pulled back and raised her dress. She tried to remember his name and finish making the meal while he furiously fingered her from behind. \"Listen, Asher, you can fell free to use me for any entertainment purposes once the meal has been served.\" \n\nHe stood back and she finished her job. She didn't bother pulling down the bottome of her dress that Asher had hiked up over her wide hips. She even served the meal that way her ample ass and trimmed pussy both on display. The young group of lawyers looked like they might pounce on her but they all sat civilly and ate their pasta.\n\nWhen Lydia started bringing dishes to the sink Asher followed suit. While she washed dishes she left the lower part of her body exposed. She hoped to attract Asher. She felt a pair of hands grab her hips and a thick cock slowly pressing between her pussy lips.\n\nThis is what she lived for a wild fuck that she didn't need to ask for. She braced herself against the sink and pushed back. \"What the fuck, Simon. I called first.\" Asher whined from behind. She twisted back to look. If he was at the door complaining, who was in her? Simon the skinny quiet one of the group. \n\nLydia didn't care who was fucking her. She just needed more of it. When Simon declared he was close she spun around and dropped to take the load in her mouth. She was tempted to take it as a creampie but she didn't want Asher complaining about sloppy seconds.The cock hungry milf was looking to get as much as she could that night. \n\nAsher was taller and more muscular. Lifting her up off the ground and carrying her to the table in the living room was easy for him. The other two were there drinking. He was going to make a public show of fucking her. While Asher entered her his friend rolled down the top of her dress to allow her breasts to move freely.\n\nThey latched on to one sensitive nipple each. In a short time she was cumming on his cock and screaming for more. One of the men on her breasts moved to take his place. Lydia basked in the attention. For the rest of the night, she was the center of attention. In the morning they passed her around once more.\n\nIf course her favorite part was pausing their hiking so she could get intermittent quickies through the day. There stripped naked and used ou in the open. She knew several people that could have crossed their path at any time,but they didn't. \n\nIt was a good weekend and of course they made plans for a repeat trip. \"Do you think you could handle a party of eight?\" Asher asked.\n\nLydia got wet at the thought."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Somewhat struggling to get into writing today. So anyone willing to prompt me something including Femdom/Sissy/Transgender, or something similar, and helping me kicking off my writing day, or even better, my writing weekend?
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"content": "> It turns out that, underneath all that armor, the demon knight was just a curvy femboy incubus with a nice, plump ass.\n\n> Congrats! You've encountered a tanuki femboy. He claims rubbing his large sack will bring you great fortune.\n\n> Ever since he was assigned as your mecha co-pilot, you've found it difficult to focus on the mission st hand. [(pic for reference)](https://img3.gelbooru.com//samples/2d/11/sample_2d112936522e1f96393dc76c86c673ab.jpg)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [CC] [PI] Closer than ever
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"content": "„Agotur, I-I think I‘m getting close!“\r \n\r \n„Good, I‘ve been holding back a while now.“ the orc groaned back.\r \n\r \n Indeed, both adveturers stood on the edge, both sharing the tingling feeling of impending release, pent up for weeks of harsh travels and questing through the most hellish of places. Agotur picked up speed and gripped tighter around the tiefling‘s legs. He fixed them in place, as his heavy balls were smacking against the tiefling‘s rear. In and out, the orc‘s girth pressed onto all of his sensitive spots. Between the occasional „Ahh!“ and „Ohh!“, Venril was murmuring to himself, something about the gift of a virile orc. The wizards tightened and squirmed as his tension grew, his hand was quickly stroking his penis. \r \n\r \nAs Agotur gained further momentum, he was more and more leaning onto the tiefling, so far eventually, that the two were feeling each other‘s breath blow against their naked skin, while Venril‘s dick lightly poked Agotur‘s abdomen. Faster anf faster, loud smacks of impact echoed and so did Agotur‘s groans. He shut his eyes and bit down onto his lower lip. \r \n\r \n„Cum… Cumming!“ the orc roared, as his entire body flexed together in ecstasy. His cry was not akin to his manlike voice, but rather one of a beast. A beast unchained by a petite tiefling wizard.\r \nWhile Agotur‘s thrusts grew more and more erratic, Venril felt the warrior‘s warmth slowly pumping into him. Shot by shot, with every throb, Agotur released what he had bottled up for weeks, deep inside of his companion. The sheer amount of pleasurable relief clouded his head.\r \n\r \n„Agotur! Agotur I‘m cumming! Ahhh!“ the tiefling howled right into the orc‘s ears. He twitched and screamed, as his mind melting from Agotur‘s powerful hits against his prostate. He tightened up around the orc, his body filled by an explosive euphoria, up to the very last limb. A new high, one he has ever lived before, spread across his mind. He felt not only the warm fuse, that bound the two together, like two rivers flowing together, but his heart pounded for the orc that gifted him with such pleasure and joy. Fatigue and the mead started overpowering his eyes.\r \n\r \n\r \n\\-----\r \n\r \n\r \n„Ven, you alright?“ \r \n\r \nSlowly, he opened his eyes. Stone ceiling, nice mosaic. A large orc hand gently shaking his shoulder.\r \n\r \n„Ah, there you are. Thought you spirited away onto another plane.“ Agotur laughed. As Venril looked around, he saw the orc sitting right beside his bench, in his efforts to wake up his companion. Their eyes made contact and from the light shake, Agotur moved on to gently brushing the tiefling‘s hair out of his face. He greeted him with a satisfied smile.\r \n\r \n„That… was… amazing.“ the tiefling said and lightly laughed in joy. His loins were still lightly tingling and he felt the warmth in and around his rear. Looking down upon himself, his chest was breathing with a slow calm, before spotting the blue-tinted semen scattered across his stomach own. He found himself still in the bathchamber they have all started with, still lying down on the same stone bench. The traces from their climax still sat in the tips of his horns and tail. \r \n\r \n„Couldn‘t have said it better, Ven.“ Agotur replied. He retracted his hand after fixing the tiefling‘s hair. „You did really well.“\r \n\r \n„Thanks, Agotur. For this all, I mean.“ \r \n\r \nThe orc responed with a kiss on the forehead. After a good moment, both enjoying the bonding silence, resting after their intense dance, Agotur raised himself back onto his feet. After checking for all of his bathing supplies, he turned back to the dozing mage. „C‘mon, let‘s get you cleaned up.“\r \n\r \n„I suppose, we made quite a mess.“ the tiefling chuckled.\r \n\r \n„Oh don‘t break your tired head on that. Sure coin can fix it.“ Agotur gave the tiefling a light pat on the knee. \r \n\r \nVenril, tired, forced himself to sit up, then looked up at his friend. He took a deep breath, yes, the smell of lavender was still in the air.\r \n\r \n„Also, thought it‘d be a good time now to tell you something. Insiya asked if you‘d like to spend some time with her, as we‘ll be staying a while. Better now than never, hm?“ the orc said, soap ready in hand.\r \n\r \n„Huh, I-I guess I‘ll talk with her when we come back.“ the tiefling muttered and lightly rubbed his neck. „Though I wanted to ask one more thing...“\r \n\r \n„Venril, I‘ve been inside of you for the better part of being here. Don‘t be scared, spit it out.“\r \n\r \n„Fine, I, uh, wanted to ask if you‘d like to cuddle, when we get back to the tavern.“\r \n\r \nAgotur moved up to the tiefling and wrapped his arms around him. He lifted him up, tight enough for him to not slip out. Venril‘s face pressed against the orc‘s chest and he felt Agotur‘s chin rest upon his head.\r \n\r \n„Promise.“"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Tipsy from your Halloween party and thinking about your best friend’s attractive dad, you decide to walk to his house and pay him a visit in your slutty costume.
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"content": "You walked over to Mr. George's house. You knew your best friend and her mum were away for the holidays. \n\nMr. George had insisted you call him by his first name but you refused. There was just something so hot about using his last name. \n\nFor as long as you remembered you'd have a crush on your neighbour. You had even befriended his daughter, Jessica just so you could be closer to him. \n\nYou couldn't count the number of times, Jessica had suggested a sleepover at your house but you always brushed it off, saying dad he to work early and wouldn't like it. \n\nJessica's wife was nice enough but it was clear she wasn't satisfying her husband. His sly looks at your breasts hadn't gone unnoticed. Your cleveage was much bigger than Mrs. George and the tight little French maid outfit was clingy to your very curve. \n\nThe wine had made you tipsy, you were a natural flirt but still needed some drunk courage to actually do what you had dreamt of doing, forever. \n\nAs soon as Mr. George opened the door, his eyes were down the valley of your chest. You grinned to yourself, this was going to be so easy. \n\nPulling your most innocent face, you pouted \"Oh, I'm so sorry to disturb you Mr. George\" it was hilarious watching as he tried to keep his gaze, eye level. \n\n\"Hello, Alice. Its very late\" he tried to keep his voice steady but you heard the tremor. \n\nFlattering your eyelashes \"I was just walking home and I realised, Jessica had a study book that I really needed\". \n\nMr.George raised his eyebrow, clearly not truly convinced. However, he lifted his arm as he let you inside. \n\nAs you walked up the stairs to your friends room, you could feel his eyes on you, every step of the way. \n\nHe waited at the door as you rooted around pretending to look for the book. Deliberately bending so he could see your panties \"Oh, here it is\" you exclaimed. \n\nYou turn to him with a smile, his flushed cheeks do not go unnoticed. Mr.George is likely not every young girls fantasy. He was tall and bald with a grey beard, his body resembled Father Christmas, your mouth had always joked. \n\nYou had never understand why you were so attracted to bigger men but they made you weak at the knees.\n\nMr.George was also a professor and had a well spoken manner that made your stomach flutter. And a naughty smile that just made you want to beg to be fucked. \n\nYou stopped in front of him, even in heels he was at least a foot taller than you. You could feel the desire for him soaking your panties. \n\nYou dropped the book before bending to your knees in front of him. Your face at his crotch. You looked up at him with your deep blue eyes \"Oops\" she giggled. \n\n\"Alice, you really should leave now\" you couldn't help noticing the way his voice had deepened and his trousers had tightened. \n\nYou knew it was now or never. \n\n\"What if I don't want to leave?\" You teased. \n\nYou watched his eyes close, clearly his resolve was weakening. No one could blame the man, you were basically offering it on a plate. \n\n\"Alice, this is not a good idea\" he groaned. \n\nYou could tell he wanted it. So you took the chance, reaching forward you unzipped his trousers. His cock sprung out to greet you.\n\nHis eyes opened in alarm as he reach to grab your hands \"Alice\" his voice was strangled as you wrapped your hand around his impressive cock, you had always known it would be big \n\nYour mouth watering and your pussy clutching \"No one needs to know, Mr.George. I am 21, I'm a big girl now\" you purred before lowering your mouth. \n\nThe feel of his cock was incredible in your mouth, but then he grabbed your hair. Clearly giving up on stopping you, as he moved in and out your mouth you ran your tongue up his length. \n\nHe pounded into your mouth, it was better than any fantasy you had ever had. Your eyes began to water, as mascara ran down your face. \n\nThe taste of his cum was on your tounge, you relished it as you suddenly felt him lift you before backing you into the wall behind you. \n\n\"You really shouldn't tease old men, Alice. You never know what will happen\" his voice was meant to be scolding, but it was laced with desire. \n\nHe lifts your hips as he pulls your panties down your legs and you smirk at him, your heart beating so fast. You can feel his soft belly against yours, this all you have ever wanted. \n\nYour cries fill the air as he enters you, thick and fast. Stretching you, as you cling to him. You moan his name, on a loop as you feel him getting closer. \n\nHis hand reaches between you and you feel his fingers on your clit. You have always loved his hands and now they were taking you over the edge. \n\nYou feel his beard scratch your chin, as he kisses you, deep and passionate. His teeth nip your lip and you are gone, you feel yourself tighten as wave after wave of pleasure spreads through you. \n\nHe bounces you on his cock as you ride it out, his nails digging into your ass as you feel him throb and fill you. \n\nWith your head against his chest, you pant. You can heart his heart pounding in his chest. \n\nFor a moment he wraps his arms around you before lowering you to the ground. \n\nHe smiles softly at you as he cups your cheek \"You are beautiful, Alice. Never let any man ever tell you, otherwise\". \n\nYou feel tears at his sweet words as he kisses you gently. \n\nAfter you have left and you walk the short distance home. You know you will never forget what happened nor will you ever tell anyone. \n\nX"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: As they become aroused, their body begins transforming into the opposite sex more and more. They change back afterwards as long as they don't orgasm. If they do, the transformation is locked in until next time.
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"content": "“Man. I would so fuck your sister.” my friend Jay says while we float in my step dad’s pool.\n\n“Fuck man. I would too. If she wasn’t my sister.” I say as I look over to the pool deck to take in the sights.\n\n“She’s your step sister. It’s all good. Go for it.” My other friend Dave says.\n\n“No man. It would be weird during family gatherings if we fucked. Her friends though.” I say letting my sentence die on my lips looking back to the pool deck.\n\n“Right. Those two college chicks that came with your sister to sunbathe before their trip next week.” Jay says looking over to the three of them laying on the pool deck in their bikinis.\n\nFirst the ring leader, my step sister, Gen. My mom married her dad who happened to be loaded. My mom and I moved in during Gen’s senior year of high school. So I lived with Gen for a year before she moved out to go to college.\n\nWe get along. Nothing hostel. Pleasant to each other.\n\nShe’s 6’1 and used to play on the basketball team before college. She’s currently laying on her back on a beach lounge chair by the pool wearing a black bikini that definitely shows off her nice D cup tits when she walks.\n\nNext to Gen is one of her friends from college. Her name is May. Skinny, like did she ever eat skinny. She’s around 5’9, the shortest of the women here but still taller than all us guys. She's also in a bikini but hers is lime green. I wouldn’t mind rubbing sunscreen over those C cup tits.\n\nThen the last woman is also another friend of my sisters from college. Niki is a total follower. Whatever my sister says is the word of god to her. She’s around 5’11 with a nice pair of C cup tits. Another bikini, pink this time.\n\nAll three of them are laying on their own pool chairs in the sun. Covered in suntan lotion. Their bodies glistening with sweat as they lay there for our eyes to look at.\n\nCan’t say I was disappointed when she showed up last night with those two in tow. Something about relaxing after classes are over before they head off to backpack across Europe next week.\n\nI’m one to talk though. I’m doing the same thing. Hanging out with my friends for a week before heading off to college. I want to get a job and get used to the area before classes start so off I go in the middle of June.\n\n“Man. I’d love to fuck any of them” Jay says while Dave and myself nod our heads in agreement.\n\n-= Later that day =-\n\n“Pizza’s here. Come and get it.” I yell out as I head to the kitchen with the food.\n\nI place the food down on the counter and look over to Jay who’s pouring six shots.\n\n“What’s that?” I ask as I pull a slice of pizza onto a plate.\n\n“I figured we all take a shot in celebration of finishing school, high school for us, another year for them.” Jay says as he hands me my shot.\n\nEveryone else makes there way into the kitchen grabbing food and a shot.\n\nWe all say cheers and slam our shots.\n\n“So whos ready for a stupid movie to laugh at?” Jay asks.\n\n“What movie?” Asks Niki.\n\n“The “Eurotrip©” dvd just came out this week and I happen to know who has a big ass screen with a nice surround system. Come on. It’ll be fun.” Jay says looking from one person to the next.\n\n“Oh, I heard of that one. I wanted to see it but couldn’t get my ex to take me.” May says.\n\n“Yea. Sounds like it could be fun.” Gen says.\n\nWe all grab our food and head for the stupidly over priced theater room. The women end up on one side of the room and us guys on the other. We settle down and start the movie.\n\nThen things start to get weird.\n\nAs I’m watching the scene where one guy is telling a woman in a hot tub that she has some dirt on her breast and she ends up rubbing her tit over and over trying to get the dirt off that she can’t see but he keeps saying is there I start to get aroused.\n\nI’m getting aroused by this woman's breast being rubbed but my cock isn’t reacting like normal. Instead of getting a hard on it feels like my cock is shrinking while my chest starts to feel heavier.\n\n“Aaah… I don’t feel so good.” Dave says.\n\nI look over to him and he’s grabbing at his crotch. He looks worried as he keeps grabbing at his lap. Then my eyes see his chest and it looks like it’s gotten bigger?\n\n“What the fuck!” I hear Gen say and look over to her.\n\nShe stands up and pulls her skin tight sweatpants down revealing a small penis growing where her pussy should be. As I watch the penis grows larger in size.\n\n“Shit! Me to!” Niki says as she stands up and pulls her pants down showing her own growing cock.\n\nMay follows suit standing up and dropping her pants only to reveal a dick.\n\nMy mind is blown. What the fuck is going on."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A man is teleported to a fantasy scifi world full of elves, robots, demons, angels, catgirls, and any other fantasy/scifi species you could imagine. The catch is he must breed and own the leader of every race and bring peace to the world. It's his greatest fantasy, but is he up to the task?
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"content": "“Shit my head. Fuck it hurts.” I say as I come to. I move my arms up and hold my head to see if it will help with the pounding against my skull.\n\nLast thing I remember is crossing the street and then a truck horn blaring away.\n\nI feel like I was hit by a truck.\n\nI pry my eyes open after getting used to the pain in my head. I take a look around and have no idea where I am. Trees are everywhere and not trees that I am used to seeing. \n\nWhere I live we have tall pine trees on hills spaced out everywhere. These trees are not that.\n\nThese are trees with big fluffy looking leaves. Close together with branches going everywhere.\n\nI happen to be laying in a circular clearing on a small hill, more like a bump in the ground. No trees above me so I can see the clear blue sky with white fluffy clouds.\n\nI hear birds off in the distance and feel the wind on my skin as it blows through the trees and across my hill.\n\nI inspect what I’m wearing and it’s my normal work clothes. Black khaki pants, white polo shirt with my name tag over my left breast. Red tie, smartwatch, belt, wallet, white socks, black running shoes, multitool, and my backpack full of my tools for IT work including my tablet, laptop, keyboard, hard drives, screwdrivers, etc… typical IT tool bag.\n\nWhat the fuck is going on?\n\n“You have died! Finalizing score: 51/100 Congratulations. You gained a high enough score to continue. Automatic transfer initialization.”\n\nWhat the fuck? This window just opened in front of me and displayed this message. Just like those isekai stories I enjoyed.\n\nA new window appears in place of the old. This one says:\n\n“Welcome to Second Life. Initialization of Second Life GUI & Systems loading. Please Stand By.”\n\nHuh. I am in an isekai story. Of course there's a loading screen. Haha. The previous message clears and a new one appears.\n\n“Systems Loaded. Congratulations on getting to Second Life. Scan now in process. Finished.”\n\nWell that scan was faster, wonder what it was. Next screen shows up.\n\n“Universe Wide Life Quest Granted:\nTame the universe\nYour previous life was the tutorial. Now it’s time for the real challenge. To gain entrance to the next life you must tame this universe first. Bring all the various intelligent life forms into peaceful coexistence and make the universe in your image. The more life forms you bring to peaceful coexistence, the more life forms you influence, the greater the reward for the next life.\nCurrent standing: 001/???”\n\nWell shit. That’s a high bar.\n\n“Starting new user orientation.”\n\nWith that last message I get thrown into all the menus and guides of this new system. Very much like your typical RPG video game with stats, menus, inventory, items, system comments, etc…\n\nI get through all of the data dump of how this new world works and it looks like I’m at the bottom of the pool once again. Time to start over. Work my way up so I can have a nice life and move on to the next. And it all starts with my starting gear.\n\nNow that I’ve got an identify ability I start checking out all my stuff. Everything comes up as trash or good quality. Simple comments on each item such as my external hard drive I had with me has the comment “Earth technology, pre second life item, External Hard Drive, Data Storage Device, Common.”\n\nEverything had that type of comment on it. Except for one item. My keyboard.\n\n“Make sure to remove this item upon system startup. For existence developers usage only. Seriously, delete this item when the system goes live. Keyboard used for testing and alterations during beta phase. Property of apprentice.”\n\nThat made me take a moment and think. If I’m not supposed to have this, why do I? What do I do with this? If it’s used for testing and alterations, does that mean I could use it to make changes too? Would that even work?\n\nFor the hell of it I hit the shortcut key on my keyboard that I had set to open the notepad program. A window appears in front of me.\n\nNo way will this work.\n\nI type in a series of codes that would on a pc back home open a command shell once the file was saved.\n\nAnd it worked. I have a new window and I have access to the whole system.\n\nI sit down and start reading and learning. I spend days at this just looking into how everything here works.\n\nBy the time I’m done I’ve got everything the way I want. I’m lvl 99, rich, powerful, and ready to enjoy my second life. \n\nThat universe quest was so easy with the right alterations. All I had to do was teleport the leading female plus ten of her female subjects from each race and faction and bring them to my massive space ship I created. Then set them all up as my wife and setting myself up as a god figure for everyone.\n\nSimple really. Now everyone is peaceful, everyone worships me as god, and I’m done with the quest. Time to relax and enjoy.\n\nI teleport to my brand new created space ship above the planet. Waiting for me are my all female crew of all races available in second life. All waiting for me.\n\n“Welcome home captain. Everyone is accounted for and ready to begin.” One of the cute short elf women says to me.\n\nI set it so I wasn’t constantly called a god. I want some normal conversations once in a while so the crew of the ship and some others won’t treat me as god. \n\n“Excellent. Let’s start then. Off to see this new creation and experience everything.” I say to the room.\n\n“Sir. Are you ready for your arrival blow job?” Asks one of the succubus women once she stepped up to me with a smile on her face.\n\n“Yes. Yes I am. Come. I’ll let you be the first person to feel my big fat 12 inch cock. I’ll have you screaming for me, I mean god, in no time. What do you think of that?” I say to her as she leads me from the bridge.\n\nI take one last look at the star filled viewscreen as our ship starts to leave the planet.\n\nGod mode sure made this second life easy."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Ugh, that hero is back. Everyone else that visits your lair was easy to scare off but they... don't seem to get the message. Could they at least stop looking so aroused while you try to be frightening!?
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"content": "“Shit. The proximity alarm is going off again.” I say to myself after hearing the siren go off.\n\n“Stupid heroes. Should have never done that interview with that “exotic dungeons and lair” magazine last month. They keep showing up to my door.” I sigh as I turn off the alarm and check the system.\n\n“Yep. Sure enough. It’s that guy. I thought I scared him off last time.” I say, confused as to why he would be back.\n\n“Guess I better get dressed and out there. He wasn’t scared by my traps and defenses last time so I’ll need to scare him off personally again. Fucking waste of my time.” I mumble as I head for the armory.\n\nI get dressed in my battle armor and grab my special tool. It worked last time so it should probably work this time as well, I hope.\n\n“Stop there hero. You have stumbled on my lair. Leave now or feel my wrath!” I say through the voice modulator amplifier I have on my helmet.\n\n“Never. I’m here to arrest you. Give up now and come peacefully. I don’t want to have to hurt a pretty girl like you even if you are evil.” The hero says while taking a stand and placing his hands on his hips in the classic super hero pose.\n\nStupid. I think to myself.\n\nI flip the switch and the ice ray hits the hero dead center in his chest freezing him in place.\n\n“Just like last time. Stands there as a perfect target for my freeze ray.” I say to myself before heading up to the hero.\n\nHe’s frozen solid. Unable to move. I look him over and see not much has changed since his last visit.\n\nBig strong muscles, tight spandex suit, cape, gloves, and mask. Standing at over six and a half feet tall with waving blonde hair.\n\nAnd for some reason his cock is rock hard straining against the fabric of his suit tenting his pants.\n\n“Why are you hard? Does catching villains turn you on that much?” I ask him as I do a slow circle around the hero. My fingertips slowly slid across his body during my inspection. My hand taking note of his perfectly hard ass.\n\n“Never mind. Your to stupid if you fell for the same trap twice. I told you never to come back here or I’d teach you a lesson. Seems it didn’t take the first time. I’ll just have to teach you again.” I say.\n\nI pull my torture tool from my bag and watch the hero's eyes go wide at the sight. I attach the weapon to my belt slowly watching for any further reactions from the hero.\n\n“No time to waste. I’ll teach you to trespass on my property.” I say as I flip another switch calling the mechanical arms of my security system to spring forth and restrict the hero.\n\nWith another press the heroes is positioned for his torture. Bent over at the waist with his legs spread wide.\n\n“Here we go.” I say stepping up behind him. I try to pull his pants down but discover the suit is one big piece.\n\nFuck it. I pull out a knife and cut a big hole in the fabric exposing his naked ass.\n\n“Next time I won’t be so gentle. Make sure this is the last time I see you.” I say as I position my big black strap on at his asshole.\n\nStupid heroes. Why won’t they leave me alone?"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: His girlfriend brought him along for a visit to her mother. Little did she know that her now-single mom had a thing for younger guys, and her beloved boyfriend has a really hard time saying no to people.
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"content": "[(Mom's ref image for this story.)](https://gelbooru.com/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=7403413&tags=soo_ryeon_%28jagaimo_%28kkamja%29%29)\n\n\"Hey mom!\"\n\n\"Katie, honey! Oh, how lovely to see you.\"\n\nLiam stood in the entryway, hands in pockets as he allowed the two women ample room to engage in a familial embrace. Katie wasn't lying, her mom really did look like her.\n\nHis stern but handsome visage peered about the entryway as the two caught up. His smoky green eyes viewed tasteful contemporary table sculptures, as well as numerous family photos.\n\n\"Oh my, and who is this handsome fellow?\" Her mom's eyes locked on to Liam, who had been keeping his distance and refrained from barging to introduce himself just yet. \n\nShe had a angular, yet warmly shaped eyes. Blue like sapphires shimmering in sunlight. Naturally lucious eyelashes only slightly accentuated by make-up. A gorgeous and youthful face that showed virtually no sign of age. Navy blue hair, fair and voluminious, with one stream snaking over one shoulder and touching upon cleavage exposed by a deep-necked shirt. Desperately trying not to follow the line of direction towards her breasts, he could see a small mole upon one breast, the potentially solitary indicator of age upon her impeccably alluring shape.\n\n\"I'm Liam, a pleasure to meet you, Ms Stocken.\" Liam held out his hand.\n\nA blush marched upon the woman's face, followed by a smile. A sly, almost scheming grin. Gorgeous as always, but Liam could tell there was a plan brewing behind those purely whites.\n\n\"Oh, Linda is fine, sugar. A pleasure to meet you as well.\"\n\nShe didn't reciprocate his handshake, and instead opted for a hug. A move Liam wasn't expecting. His arms flailed behind her for a few miliseconds before he apprehensively patted her on the back. The weight, the soft pressure and the warmth of her breasts pressing upon his chest was a unique euphoria that only Katie could match. She did inherent her mother's supple form, after all.\n\n\"Come on, make yourselves at home.\"\n\nA lengthy and casual conversation was had between the three of them, with Katie and her mother's insights and opinions dominating the discussion. Liam would interject occasionally, half the time with genuine additions, tje other half with quips or witty remarks. His inupt often garnered a decent amount of amusement and eve laughter from the two women.\n\nOften times, Katie would lay her raven locks upon Liam's shoulder, remarking about an endearing quality he had and his affection towards her. Statements that turned his face a bit pink.\n\nAt one point, Katie found it suitable to fall asleep on Liam's shoulder.\n\n\"Oh my, is she asleep?\" Linda chuckled softly. \"Long car ride?\"\n\n\"Yeah. We wanted to get her before midday so we left pretty early. She stayed awake the entire trip, just to keep me up along with her.\" Liam scoffed with amusement.\n\nLinda peered at the two, the girl snuggling up to her stoic man. Linda's hand twitched before clenching slowly.\n\n\"I'm sure you're plenty comfy for her, but there's a waiting guest bedroom if she needs it.\" Linda sat down her now emtpy cup."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Her husband was idiot, and literally believed that sex had nothing to do with children - after all, they hadn't fucked and they had 4 kids, QED. But she wanted kid #5, and picking which lover was always a lot of hard work (and fun).
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"content": "-= The husband’s perspective =-\n\n“So. What did you think of Hank?” my wife asks me in bed one night. \n\nThe kids are all in bed asleep down the hall. It’s a nice night after a wonderful day. Laying in bed reading my book as my wife plays on her tablet.\n\n“Hank was the plumber, right? With the mustache, the one that challenged me to that hot pepper eating contest at dinner?” I ask, trying to remember who she means. We’ve had so many people over lately that it’s hard to remember them all.\n\n“That’s him. He had such big arms. Did you like him?” My wife asks.\n\n“He was ok, I guess. I didn’t really like, or understand his jokes. Why did he say something when I took the kids for ice cream and he stayed to have coffee with you?\n\n“No. No. Nothing like that. I was just curious what your impression of him was.\n\n“I mean. I guess he was alright. Didn’t hate him, but didn’t really like him.” I say after thinking about it. I just didn’t really click with the guy.\n\n“Huh. Ok.” My wife says.\n\n“What about Bill? Did you like him?” She asks me.\n\n“Bill. No. I didn’t like him. Too forceful. Very bossy. If it wasn’t the way he wanted he’d get upset. I’m glad I got the kids out of there taking them to the park. Again I’m sorry for leaving him alone with you like that. Thank you for doing that for our family.” I say to my wife as I lean over and give her a hug and a kiss on the forehead to show my appreciation.\n\nShe smiles at me and pats me on the shoulder as I hug her.\n\n“It was no problem for me to take one for the team. I was able to tame his anger once we were alone. I don’t know why he acted like that as he’s generally a nice person. I understand though. No to Bill” my wife says.\n\n“You did like Eric though right? I thought you guys got along before you took the kids to the carnival.”\n\n“Yea I liked Eric. Funny for a young lawyer. Smart. Say, what’s with the questions?”\n\n“Oh. I’m thinking about inviting someone back who already came to dinner but I don’t want to bring anyone you didn’t like. Kind of tired of meeting new people but still like doing our dinner parties so why not invite someone we like instead of guessing on someone new?\n\n“Oh. Makes since. Sounds good actually. I liked Fred. He had the most interesting stories about airplanes seeing as he fixes them. Very polite. Friendly with the kids. He even gave me a tip on a sports bet that paid off. Got $50 for that.” I say with a smile.\n\nI was so happy when I won that bet. I don’t usually bet because I never win but with Fred’s insistence that they were going to win that I couldn’t resist. I actually took the kids to the game that night after dinner so I got to see them win in person.\n\nI love telling my wife that story since she stayed home with Fred.\n\n“I forgot about Fred. Hmmm.. Yea. Maybe we’ll have Fred over for dinner.” She says slowly while she still thinks about it.\n\nThat would be fun if he came for dinner. I would love to hear more of his stories."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Coming back to the office after lunch, your security tells you that you have a guest waiting in your office and they said "It's about the farm" and that I should know what it means.
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"content": "\"Of course, it is,\" you sigh, and tell Bruce, the bouncer at your bar, to close up. You won't open till tomorrow anyhow.\n\nYou make your way through your bar, every inch having some form of story or tall tale attached. The walls covered in memorabilia from every corner of the planet. It's completely empty now.\n\nHeading back into your office, (Which was really more of a closet with a computer), you start to notice the familiar cooling effect of your oddest regular. Opening the door reveals a young woman, maybe 25 or so, sitting on your chair, completely naked except for a raggedy cloak. Not that much could handle her titanic tits, and astronomical ass. Her bone white skin is flawless as ever, heavy black makeup accented by small bits of jewelry.\n\n\"You know, despite what you may think, we still have a dress code,\" you say, averting your eyes from her grey nipples, \"No shirt, no shoes, no service,\" you quip.\n\n*\"Why do you keep saying that? You know it won't work.*\" She says, her voice as harmonious as ever.\n\n\"Shall we?\" you hold out your arm. She takes it.\n\n*\"We shall.\"*\n\nO0O\n\n*\"A-an' den, an den tsey go 'Hey, why don' tia shake some, some of dat ass fer us sweet-cheeks', like- like I'm jus some two dollar broad-\"*\n\n\"I see,\"\n\n*\"L-like, you're bleedin' outsha ma guy, an ya sthee a-a reapa commin outa some ghostly fog an shiz, with this massive schyte-\"*\n\n\"Don't you dare summon it in my bar again-\"\n\n*\"An all ya can thzink abou' is with yer... yer...\"*\n\n\"Your dick?\" you offer the now smashed reaper in front of you, giving her another coke and rum.\n\n*\"Yeah, yeah, datz it... I can' really argue wisht em dough, cause da las girl dey did dat too ended up shootin em in da head, so maybe dey didn't ave de time to process it?\"*\n\n\"Perhaps they were missing the brains required to process it. I distinctly remember you telling me their brains had been spread out across a city block or so.\"\n\n*\"Really?\"* the drunk reaper asks, *\"W-when did I do that?*\"\n\n\"About three rum and cokes ago.\" You answer, \"Speaking of, I think you've had enough,\" you say, walking around the bar. She holds out her arms, and you pick her up as routine. Despite the fact she is as tall as you, and quite a bit larger, you find her to weigh nearly nothing. Which is par for the course, considering. You walk up the stairs to your residence, and walk into what was originally the spare bedroom, now having been converted into your current passenger's. Speaking of, she fell asleep almost immediately after you picked her up.\n\nYou drop her into her bed, with barely a sound coming from your companion. \"Good night, Thera,\" you whisper softly, before turning off the light. \"See you next time.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PI] What did my date do after my hazing?[Re-post] [Edited]
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"content": "Pretty good story. Like what's happening to Tiny Tod.\n\nI think the idea of changing pov can be good, but think it needs to be sparingly. Usually, it's done to give the reader info they can't get from the MC pov. I get that this is an exercise in changing pov so knowing that I think it works ok. Though there are to many different people. I would limit it to three at most. You don't get new or different point of views from having two hockey players pov, that you couldn't do with just one. The two hockey players seem to similar in personality. \n\nYou use the names of the person the pov switches to, I think it would be confusing without them. It's definitely a challenge to do it without using names to delineate changing of pov. \n\nGood job. Can't wait to read more!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] The recipe for a well seasoned *rump roast* (not literally)
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"content": "After the rogue and bard harassed the wizard one too many times, the fellow cast Bestow Curse on the two at 9th level. Their hips and ass have achieved the level of size considered crippling to their classes. The rogue can’t sneak and the bard can’t perform without their ass cheeks clapping and drawing unwanted attention to them. The wizard stated that they’ve added in a method to remove the curse on their own, but it involves paying the wizard an arbitrary amount of gold earned from using their fat asses."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PI] Each Word will Pierce The Soul (Part 1)
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"content": "Part 2 Here!\n\n&#x200B;\n\n[https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/yvo3po/pi\\_each\\_word\\_will\\_pierce\\_the\\_soul\\_part\\_2/](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/yvo3po/pi_each_word_will_pierce_the_soul_part_2/)\n\n&#x200B;\n\nPart 3 Here!\n\n&#x200B;\n\nhttps://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/yvo5jj/pi\\_each\\_word\\_will\\_pierce\\_the\\_soul\\_part\\_3\\_final/"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PI] Each Word Will Pierce The Soul (Part 2)
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"content": "Part 1 Here!\n\n&#x200B;\n\n[https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/yvo1z4/pi\\_each\\_word\\_will\\_pierce\\_the\\_soul\\_part\\_1/](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/yvo1z4/pi_each_word_will_pierce_the_soul_part_1/)\n\n&#x200B;\n\nPart 3 Here!\n\n&#x200B;\n\nhttps://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/yvo5jj/pi\\_each\\_word\\_will\\_pierce\\_the\\_soul\\_part\\_3\\_final/"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PI] Each Word Will Pierce The Soul (Part 3 - Final Part)
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"content": "Part 1 Here! \n\n\n[https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/yvo1z4/pi\\_each\\_word\\_will\\_pierce\\_the\\_soul\\_part\\_1/](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/yvo1z4/pi_each_word_will_pierce_the_soul_part_1/)\n\n&#x200B;\n\nPart 2 Here!\n\n&#x200B;\n\n[https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/yvo3po/pi\\_each\\_word\\_will\\_pierce\\_the\\_soul\\_part\\_2/](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/yvo3po/pi_each_word_will_pierce_the_soul_part_2/)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You're a sex therapist. As in the sex IS the therapy. People come to you with their personal struggles and you offer a mixture of sex and advice, tailoring both towards whatever problems they're going through.
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"content": "CW: Brief allusion to mother/daughter incest\n\n“Ah, Dr. Seema Biggun. I almost didn’t recognize you.” Dr. Greg Smith said as he was about to leave his office.\n\nThe woman before Greg was tall, thanks to her 6-inch heels. Her pantyhose rode high along her toned legs. Seema dragged her miniskirt down as best as she could without them slipping off. Had Greg been sitting down, he probably would have seen a glimpse of his friend’s underwear. Her nipples poked through her pink tube top. Greg had known Seema for her natural looks, which made seeing her red lipstick and implants all the more surprising. Despite the changes, she still presented herself professionally.\n\n“Hey, Greg. Sorry if this is a bad time, but can we talk from one therapist to another?”\n\n“Of course,” Greg said. He opened the door, and the two walked inside his office. “How has your day been?”\n\nSeema sat down and crossed her legs, an act that pleased Greg. “It has been interesting. A guy was asking for directions to the mall. I gave him directions and told him the best place to get laid in the mall. And then I sucked his cock.”\n\nGreg nodded, trying to get the mental picture in his head. “Uh-huh.”\n\n“In case it’s not obvious, I can’t seem to help someone without adding sex. I worry that it’s affecting my profession.” She tried to look serious, but her pouty lips made her look cute.\n\n“Okay, how do you think it’s been affecting the quality of your work?”\n\n“I’ll try to keep this as confidential as possible. I have been seeing a Christian mother, her lesbian daughter, and her fiancée for the past six months. The mother is upset at the daughter for being a lesbian, the fiancée wants her girlfriend to leave the mother, and the girlfriend has no idea what to do.”\n\nGreg let out a sigh. He had his own share of demanding patients, especially ones involving family affairs. “I can’t say I’m jealous. Does this story have a happy ending, or is it ongoing?”\n\n“Sort of,” Seema said. “Out of the blue, I just yelled fuck it. The next thing I knew, our clothes were on the floor, and we were fucking each other silly. After we all calmed down, I revealed that the root cause of the problem was the mother’s worry about her motherly role slipping away. I advised the mother to treat her soon-to-be daughter-in-law like her child.” She absentmindedly pulled her hand to her top and played with her nipple over the fabric. “From what I’ve heard, the three women are happy, and the wedding is happening in less than a month.”\n\nGreg didn’t have the heart to tell his colleague that she was stimulating herself (heck, the story excited him). “Why do I get the feeling there’s a but?”\n\nSeema sighed. “The daughters now have sex anywhere around the house, and the mother doesn’t care. In fact, she encourages their behavior. Thankfully the mother herself hasn’t engaged in their sexual behavior. And both girls have been… acting less mature around the mother, and I’ll leave it at that.”\n\n“I see, and all parties involved are alright with their new arrangement?”\n\n“That’s the weird part, they’re all happy, and the problem is gone. And it’s not just them. My sessions have affected my other patients and myself to the point where we’re all horny degenerates.” She flashed her tits at Greg. “Do you think I want these jugs hanging off of me?”\n\nThe question (and Seema’s tits) hung in the air. He didn’t know how to answer that question.\n\n“Okay, maybe I want to look like a cheap hooker, but how am I supposed to work like this?” Seema asked as she pulled her top back on. “What am I supposed to do?”\n\nGreg scratched his light beard. He was drawing a blank at her question. “I’m not sure. How would you advise me?”\n\nSeema sighed. “I would tell myself not to worry, that this is fine. I would then say to transform my office into a sex studio to give my patients a clear representation of what I do. Maybe add a ditzy personality to excite some of my patients.” She clasped her hand over her mouth as her eyes widened. Those words just came spilling out, and she could already feel them shaping her. “Motherfucker. Did you do that on purpose?”\n\nGreg rubbed the back of his head, knowing full well what was next. “Um, which answer makes you less mad?”\n\nSeema waltzed toward Greg and leaned over him, her chest bumping his glasses. “The one where you chew my clit.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: To improve the training of aspiring demons, it was decided for every succubus and/or incubus to work in tandem. While it was expected to lure mortals together, one duo only seemed to concentrate on each other. Call it lazy, but you can't deny their enthusiasm.
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"content": "Victor seethed as he lost pace, gritting his teeth and sucking in a long hiss of a breath as he tensed up and stiffly leaned forward, his forehead bumping gently against the wall. The moment of pause gave Veronica a chance to shuffle in place, adjusting her sitting position in small ways to make herself more comfortable before he started back up. Rivulets of sweat trickled down both their naked bodies, and thin wisps of steam rose off their feverish skin.\n\nVictor had her by the horns this time, his knuckles white with the strain of his grip. Veronica made her own purchase on his backside, cupping his buttocks in her hands and digging her fingernails into his flesh. His cock was in her mouth, tender and throbbing with each beat of his heart. She accommodated him with enthusiasm, pressing and sweeping her tongue along the underside of his shaft.\n\nVeronica was patient as Victor recovered himself, however, enjoying herself too much to bring even such a one-sided affair to an early climax. Victor appreciated her restraint, but found it increasingly difficult to muster his own as he reveled in the warm softness between her lips. Every so often, she would suck in her cheeks around him, part with a low moan, or squeeze his ass a bit harder and physically pull him deeper into her than he had intended to go, and he would seize with the effort to keep his composure.\n\nVictor spent another few moments steeling himself for the next bout, then shakily straighted back up. Standing erect once more, he dared to return his gaze downward past his own tightly-balled fists and the glossy black curls of horn they had captured. Soft, silky raven hair shone in the dim electric light streaming in through the window across the room, and Veronica's dark, honey-colored eyes looked up at him full of desperate want.\n\nHe didn't think he could last much longer...\n\nVictor began slowly, pulling his hips back and groaning as inches of him began to reappear from a velvet-lined black hole, then groaning again as he thought better of the near-escape of his manhood and quickly thrust it back into the warm abyss. \n\nVeronica held Victor tight and dug her nails in as he continued with increasing urgency. She moaned longingly each time her incubus paramour evacuated her mouth almost all the way to his tip, then hummed with satisfaction each time he reoccupied it with the whole of his swollen manhood. \n\nHe did his best to hold her in place as he continued to quicken his rhythm, but ultimately, unconsciously, uncaringly began to pull her face forward to meet him at the tail-end of each delivering stroke. The back of her head would softly thump against the wall, her nose would smush into his lower abdomen, and his balls would smack against her chin each time he surrendered himself to the succubus' inviting maw.\n\nShe smiled to herself in carnal delight as he fell into her again and again and again, progressively gaining ferocity and losing inhibition until he was unapologetically face-fucking her. Her vision danced with stars as she looked up at him, his face contorting into a mask of pleasure and strain as he simultaneously fought to contain himself for her sake and slake his own desire.\n\nAt last - all too soon for either of their preferences, but with such glorious catharsis that neither would complain - Victor's premonition bore fruit..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: This is the time you've had to break up with your lover because you caught them in bed with the hero of light, at this point its just getting ridiculous.
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"content": "“What the hell Stella!” I shout out at seeing her. She’s on her back. On our bed. Naked. With that damn “Hero of Light” between her legs fucking her.\n\n“I swear this is so damn ridiculous. Why am I still with you? Every time I turn around your having sex with someone else.” I say in frustration.\n\n“First was that damn plumber, the one that looked like a giant turtle if you were drunk. He took you off for the weekend to some other castle while you two spent the whole time fucking. I saw the video on Nropbuh.” I say watching as the guy fucking my wife slowly pushes his hips forward. \n\nHis cock slowly slipping back into my wife. Thinking that I wouldn’t see if he goes slow but of course it’s so obvious. Plus I can see it on my wife's face. She has this look when she gets fucked. I love to see that look.\n\n“Then there was that guy that had a big ass tattoo of a spider on his back. I caught him just like you are now, dick deep in you, but he dashed out the window when I came in the door.” I say as I start to pace. \n\nMy wife is trying to pay attention to me but I can see it. She’s fighting how good it feels to have that hero’s cock moving in her cunt.\n\n“Oh and how could I forget when you gave that fake vampire dude the blowjob in the middle of the club. I come back with our drinks only to find you on your knees sucking some pasty white dude with a big dick. Everyone is watching.” I say.\n\nIs she getting off on me telling her all the times I caught her? \n\n“I swore. Not again. That if I caught you with another man. That I had to watch someone else fuck my wife one more time. Filling her with their seed as she climaxes on their cock. I said I would leave. That I would get a divorce. And you know what I think it's time! Why do I stay with you?” I am pissed off.\n\nMy voice raised, taking angry steps. My feet cause the floor to shake as I pace and speak my anger.\n\n“Ooo.. Fuck. I’m cumming. I’m cuuuummmingg. Fill me up. Cum in me. I want your cum. Cum with me.” My wife moans out as she reaches her peak climaxing on the heroes of lights cock.\n\nThe hero leans back pulling his cock from my wife’s pussy. She then starts to squirt as the orgasm runs through her body splashing all over the hero’s chest and abdomen.\n\nI watch it and I’m getting red hot. I’m so mad. How dare she do this to me again!\n\n“I’m out of here!” I say as I turn for the door.\n\nI hear my wife say in a weak voice. “Wait. Husband. I got you something. Come back.”\n\nI pause and consider it. We have been together for twenty years now. I can at least hear her out.\n\nI don’t turn around though. “What. I don’t want to see you like that. Tell me. I’m listening.” I say with my back to the bed.\n\n“First. Let me remind you. That plumber guy you complained about. Didn’t I get his “Princes”, his adult child, to give you a blowjob before taking her in the ass? I seem to remember setting that up for you.” My wife says after catching her breath.\n\n“Oh. Um. Yea.” I say not wanting to admit that. I want to be mad dammit!\n\n“Then I set you up with that Stacy Gwen woman after you caught me with that spider tattoo guy. She gave you that hand job in the movie theater while I watched. Didn’t you fuck her in the back of the car while I drove us home afterward?” My wife says. \n\nAt this point I turn around to face them again. I see right away my wife has her hands on the hero’s cock as she strokes it.\n\n“I forgot about that. That was fun.” I say softly. I’m not so mad anymore. Still angry but still. She’s with another guy!\n\n“The club vampire? Didn’t his succubus looking woman come over and suck you right alongside me? Whatever I did to that vampire, she did to you. We had sex right next to each other.” she says looking over at me.\n\n“Fuck.” I say. How did this happen?\n\n“Besides, The Hero of Light’s cleric is in the bathroom. She’s been waiting for you.” my wife says with a smirk as she lines up the Hero’s cock with her pussy.\n\n“Well I guess I won’t break up with you this time. But this is the last time. I swear. Next time I catch you with another guy I’m getting a divorcée!” I say in a huff. \n\nI look over and see the Hero’s cleric leaving the bathroom naked.\n\nI hear the hero whisper to my wife. “What the hell is going on? I thought you both were in for this?”\n\n“We are. He just gets off on acting like he caught me cheating and is going to leave me if it happens again. His kink. I think it’s cute so I play along. Plus it gets me off when he reminds me of the other guys I’ve been with.” my wife whispers back as the Hero slips his cock back into my wife."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A cute little fairy is kept in captivity as a sexual slave by a dominant couple (man & woman) that forcefully use her daily as a sex toy
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"content": "“That’s it. Cum for me. Feel how good it is as I stroke your cock. Cum for me Daddy.” my wife says into my ear. Her hands pumping up and down on my four inch penis as I reach my limit.\n\nI groan out softly as my body tenses up. My cock spurting ropes of my seaman covering my wife’s hands, dripping to the floor as she holds me up when my knees go a bit weak.\n\nShe guides me back to the bed behind us. Helping me to sit down so I can catch my breath after my climax.\n\n“Such a good amount. I really liked that sweety. I love how your little cock cums for me like that. Makes me so horny.” My wife says as she continues to stroke my cock gently as it becomes soft.\n\nIt feels so good to be taken care of by her. She knows just what I need after a busy day.\n\n“Hey Fairy. I know you're up there. There’s no way you can go anywhere else so don’t even think of hiding.” my wife says to the fairy light hanging from the ceiling in our bedroom.\n\nSee we happen to catch a sex fairy. It’s an offshoot of the standard make you fly fairy. They even have traces that could possibly lead back to the first wish fairy but that’s unimportant for this story. The main part is there magic is related to sex and sexual energies.\n\nThe fairy sticks her little head out of one of the glass panes looking down at us.\n\n“Hey. Fairy. Do the thing. I want to suck him off.” my wife says as she holds my penis in one hand and points at it with the other.\n\nThe fairy sighs but then comes out of the fairy lantern and floats above us waving her hands around as pixie dust floats from her wings covering my body. The main concentration around my groin area.\n\nMy penis reacts and slowly becomes are again. It seems the fairy has reset me so I’m ready to go again.\n\n“That will be all fairy. Off with you for now. But I’ll need you again soon.” My wife says as she gets on her knees in front of me. Between my legs. Her hands on my now hard cock.\n\nShe leans in and takes me in. Her mouth wrapped around my shaft. It feels so wonderful inside her.\n\nShe starts to bob her head as the fairy floats above watching me get my dick sucked.\n\nAfter about five minutes of her going down on my dick I reach my limit again and let her know.\n\n“Cover me. I want you to paint my face. All over my tits. In my mouth. I want your cum. Give your little slut all your cum.” My wife moans out at me while I stroke my cock to completion.\n\nCovering my wife's face with my cum, watching it drip down to her tits. The feeling of her lips on my shaft as I continue to pump ropes of cum into her mouth.\n\nOnce I’m done climaxing my wife pushes me to move back on the bed, to lay down on my back.\n\nShe then looks up at the fairy “It’s time. Make his cock 12 inches and thick tonight. I want to be filled. Also make my tits big enough so he can tit fuck them later.” my wife says looking up at the fairy.\n\nShe sighs and floats closer to us letting her pixie dust float over us as she waves her arms around. I feel the changes happen right away.\n\nI feel more. Heaver. Larger. Longer. Looks like the fairies magic worked again. I’ve got a nice big log of dick that I bet if measured would be 12 inches.\n\nI look to my wife and see the bimbo sized tits on her chest. I grin at her and smile.\n\n“So it’s going to be one of those nights?” I say with a hint of amusement showing though in my voice.\n\n“Well I’m feeling horny and want to spoil you at the same time. I figured why not do one of our sex marathons. Good way to spend the next 12 hours. Fucking and cumming over and over.” My wife says as she crawls up over my body. Her body brushing against my own.\n\n“Yea. But we did this last week. We need to do some work some time.” I say trying to protest, but she can see that I really don’t mean it.\n\n“Fuck me. Over and Over. I need you.” She says looking deep into my eyes before shoving her tongue into my mouth.\n\nGuess I know what I’m doing for the next 12 hours. Good thing we have that sex fairy or we would never be able to keep up."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You have a unique gift, you can convince anyone of anything. However, the crazier the idea the longer it will take... And you just had a great idea. Convince the world that clothing is immoral.
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"content": "I knew I could use my gift for ultimate good but the questions was how. How do I single handedly convince the entire world that clothing is immoral? I could write letters to everyone — no, too expensive to mail. Could I go viral on tiktok and have everyone listen to it — no, too old to understand tiktok. I could buy a Super Bowl commercial spot — NO, that’s even more expensive probably. After many failed ideas, I got a feasible idea.\n\nFirst, I reached out to an old friend named Dan who could get me into a party with some pretty important people. We were classmates together back in the day and still flourish in our Hoosier’s blood. If I can get into the door, the rest of the work should be easy. Thankfully, with this power convincing Dan took an email and phone call and I got two passes into the party on Friday.\n\nSecond, I needed to look the part. A nice tux which I got for a good discount — not free though. That felt like using my power for bad. I hopped on a plane — first class of course after talking to the gate agent and relaxed for awhile.\n\nThird, after landing in a foreign country and flipping into the tux, I walked into the G20 submit with my megaphone — yup, the power even works on the secret service — “ATTENTION ALL WORLD LEADERS, Donald Trump wears clothes therefore we should not. Make him be the only idiot to still wear clothes, bad fitting clothes for that matter.” Mission Accomplished."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Supposedly, lactation cookies aren't supposed to induce lactation in anyone who isn't already making milk, but she didn't know she was part cowgirl, and her body was happy to find a reason...
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"content": "“Treat yourself.” That’s what Emma said to herself when she bought the famous Dairy Dearest cookies.\n\n“Your great-great-grandma was a holstaur.” Was what the medical exam’s result declared, explaining why Emma had woken up the following morning with her bed soaked in milk and with breasts the size of her head.\n\nEmma rested her examination on the shelf formed by her breasts, sighing. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, relishing the constant suction of the pump. Her stomach rumbled. The milking was nearing its end. She always got hungry towards the end of each session when the squirts slowed down to little trickles.\n\nStill connected to the pump, she reached over to the coffee table, where the Dairy Dearest box lay. The same box from the fateful night when she decided to treat herself. Shaking it, she heard the few morsels waiting for her.\n\n“Well, no more cookies for you.” Her long, fuzzy ears flopped down as she remembered what the doctor had told her at the end of the appointment. Something about how people who were lactating shouldn’t eat them too often, especially those with holstaur genes, unless she wanted to worsen her condition.\n\nIn the end, she thought it was all a big overstatement on the doctor’s part. Granted, her breasts now rested on her lap — comparisons with her head quickly became a thing of the past — and she produced so much milk that she had to be pumped four or five times a day. However, that same milk, besides giving her much more money than she could ever dream of earning from her old office job, also gave her more pleasure than any partner she had ever had in her life. How could her life have gotten any worse with all this?\n\nHer tail thumped against her thickened thighs as if agreeing with her analysis but probably just reflecting her excitement over the reward for producing yet another great batch of milk.\n\n“I deserve a treat and whatever blessings they bestow upon me.” Emma said, popping another Dairy Dearest cookie in her mouth."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You were exiled from your kingdom. As you wander, you hear some goblins and decide to hide in a nearby cave. Unbeknownst to you, the cave houses a hibernating Yeti who grabs you as their pet.
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"content": "The air was cold atop the lost mountains, cold and silent. Every step felt like an eternity and yet I had no choice but to walk. The kingdom at the base of this tall, snowy mountain was once my home, but after they threw me out with only the clothes upon my back after a certain... incident, one I would rather not talk about.\n\n\"How long till I reach the other side?\" I wondered aloud.\n\nThe punishment for my crime was to march to the top of the mountain and down the other side. It was a perilous journey, one that nobody would normally survive, in fact that was probably the key idea behind the punishment; you walk until you die atop the mountain or from a fall on the way down. \n\nA truly cruel sentiment. \n\nI was around a third of the journey after a long, sweaty walk, spanning over a day. My legs ached and my body demanded rest, but there was hardly a place to stop and I knew that if I did stop and rest, the cold would probably claim me. \n\n\"Everything hurts,\" I muttered as I wiped the sweat from under my chin.\n\nI walked for a little while longer until I came to a cliff side. It was a harsh walk getting here, but the differing elevations and precarious ground meant this would likely become my grave. I stepped carefully, but even so each step felt perilous and tense. I almost slipped countless times, but even still I kept moving.\n\nThen I heard something.\n\nComing my way was a voice that spoke in deep, hissy tones. I could tell instantly that it was the voice of a creature not human. I moved closer, every step feeling like it was getting more short and more timid. I swallowed my spit and soon I arrived at yet another strange development.\n\nBefore me was a creature, small and green. He was wearing fur garments and had weaponry appropriate for his size. He hadn't seen me, but he was keeping guard over a path behind him. \n\n\"Goblin,\" I muttered. \n\nGoblins were known far and wide as mischievous and dangerous. They would capture women, strip them of their dignity and use them as playthings. If I was caught I knew what would become of me and it wouldn't preferable. \n\nIt was then that I noticed the path to my right. \n\nA cave entrance sat in the wall and it was big enough to enter. It was closer to me so I knew that given the right moment I could sneak into it. The goblin's attention soon wanes due to boredom and I moved as quickly as my tired legs would take me into the cave.\n\nIt was warm inside, warmer at least than the world outside. I wandered for a few moments deeper into the cave that was lit up by the light outside. It didn't take long until I caught sight of a large white rock sitting in a corner of the cave. It was fuzzy and exuded a heat unlike anything else on this mountain, so warm in fact that I started to sweat just from being near it.\n\n\"Too cold, then too warm,\" I muttered as I sat down beside it.\n\nMy shoes felt soaked and so I removed them, releasing a noticeable aroma. My cheeks turned red as I tried to ignore it, after all we may all smell some days, but it wasn't nice to think about. \n\nLittle did I realise what that scent would awaken.\n\nEnd of part 1"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: In an effort to boost company morale, the CEO hired a “pep squad” of sorts. What he didn’t realize was that the Squad was a team of strippers in barely-there costumes and a free use clause in their contracts.
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"content": "Simon’s fingers pounded into the keyboard on their own as he rolled his neck and shoulders. He eyed his mug, empty. He pounded out the last few lines of code and hit compile. He walked to the kettle, performing the same constant routine but his mind was still at his computer, churning through each step.\r \nIt was just going on 7:00pm.\r \nHe heaped in the coffee and nodded to himself, navigating through the mess and chaos of his workmates. Each desk was more like a dormitory. Can’s and food containers, heads slumped heavy against palms as they wrapped their head around the last few bugs.\r \nSimon sat at his clean desk, easing the coffee down into its ‘spot’ and seeing the error he expected in the run.\r \nThe coffee slowly whittled down, its level lowering one sip at a time, caffeine turning into code.\r \n“I have some incentive!” called out Johnno.\r \nSimon’s attention rose over his screen to see a cascade of women walking into the game studio, single file with barely a handkerchief of clothing between them. They carried ropes and bondage gear, sex toys and ballgags. Heads suddenly perked up from their almost sleep to watch them pass.\r \n“When the patch is live… Not before.” said Johnno.\r \nThe girls started setting up in one of the conference rooms while fingers thundered into keyboards.\r \nSimon sipped his coffee and turned back to his whiteboard, wrapping his head around the 6 dimensional jagged array."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] You Are In A Bathroom With A Milf, She hands you a can of shaving cream as asks you to shave her head.
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"content": "Three different ideas, pick your favorite:\n\n1. MILF is a disabled woman and you've been her live-in assistant for the past few months (this could be a formal or informal arrangement), usually you just help her with chores but lately she's wanted more intimate help and companionship. She coaxes you into helping her bathe because it's become difficult for her, and shaving her head to save her the effort of caring for her hair. With the two of you naked, and both physically and intimately close, she makes a move on you and you gladly reciprocate.\n\n2. MILF is a neighbor, and your town's been undergoing a water shortage, so she's offered to take showers with you. She wants her head shaved just because. Once her head's shaved, she wastes no time and immediately drops to her knees in the shower and starts blowing you.\n\n3. MILF is your boss and lost a weirdly specific bet. She's incredibly embarrassed about the whole ordeal, but honors her agreement. Once her head is shaved, she discovers that her bald scalp is *incredibly* sensitive. You both discover a new fetish at the exact same time and place, and so take things to their natural conclusion."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [EU][Pokemon] cuddling with your pokemon was entirely natural when they were small and cute. Now that they've evolved, it feels a little more awkward.
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"content": "The night was silent aside from the soft pattering of rain on the waterproof tent. He'd made camp just off the trail. The small shelter felt cozy, the warm glow of lamplight a comfortable respite from the cold night.\n\nMiles rotated the Poké Ball in his hands, watching the light glint off its smooth surface.\n\nHis arms were sore and his legs cramped from a long hike through the woods. The day had been good with a few hard-fought battles and a couple of newly caught Pokémon.\n\nHe held the Poké Ball in front of him, thinking of Lopunny waiting inside. She always offered reassuring comfort after days like this.\n\nLopunny reminded him how far they'd come and his thoughts drifted to his days starting out. His adventure had begun when he'd found her in a pile of leaves in the forest near Littleroot Town. He'd been sneaking away from home to explore the world outside his quaint town. One day, while he'd been wandering aimlessly, a pair of wide glistening eyes stared up at him. Immediately he'd felt a strong and protective bond with her.\n\nIn the early days they'd walk for hours, exploring the world and enjoying their new freedom. After long and tiring hikes, Buneary would perch on his chest. He'd watch as her weightless body slowly rose and fell as he'd breathed. She'd nuzzle into his chest, her cute nose twitching as he napped. Gripped tightly in her tiny paw, the soothe bell he’d given her. Their bond had developed, deep and strong, over the years they'd adventured together.\n\nHe thumbed at the button at the front of the Poké Ball, his eyes focused and expression concentrated.\n\nSince her evolution, however, his feelings for Lopunny had grown complicated. He pictured her, recalling their battle earlier that afternoon. Her slender legs were long and graceful as she stood confidently. Her plump ass, round and tensed as she launched attack after attack. His commands had been delayed, distracted by his unexpected arousal.\n\nAfter she'd won, she'd strode back to him confidently. His eyes had lingered on her lithe waist before being drawn up to her breasts, bouncing slightly as she walked. He swore she'd given a coy wink before he'd averted his gaze to the ground. As she'd stood next to him he felt her softly caress his hand as it retrieved her Poké Ball. Something had stirred within him. He'd clicked the Poké Ball and breathed a sigh of relief as she disappeared in a flash.\n\nHis hand trembled slightly. He squeezed the Poké Ball hard, trying to will away the thoughts. He'd promised himself not to think about them anymore. He shook his head dismissively, he must have been mistaken about the wink. So many days on the road, away from other people, his frustrated horniness must've caused him to hallucinate.\n\nHe clicked the button to the Poké Ball and with a flash of light she appeared, kneeling in the cramped tent. She chirped, happy to see him.\n\nRelieved at the familiar reaction, he smiled back. \"Come on, you\" he said gently, \"Lets get some rest\"\n\nLopunny trilled, smiling at him.\n\nHe lay back, unzipping his sleeping bag he gestured for her to join him. She lay next to him and snuggled against him. They curled up together, warmth shared between them. Miles' arm wrapped around her shoulder, pulling her close as they spooned. It was quiet, the rain a constant drum. Miles felt his eyelids become heavy, their breathing continuing in unison. He slowly began drifting off.\n\nThen… he felt it.\n\nHer ass began to press softly against his crotch. His eyes opened. He waited, but no further pressure followed. Did he imagine it? He waited in silence, listening to her soft and slow breathing. He relaxed as nothing followed.\n\nThen again. Her ass pushed against him, firmer this time, her intent clear. There was no mistaking it for an accident now. His heart began beating quickly.\n\nLopunny pulled away briefly, her tail twitching quickly against his now hardening cock. During this brief respite, he tried to steady his breath and gather his thoughts.\n\nBefore he could, he felt contact again. Slowly and rhythmically she began grinding her firm ass against his swelling penis. Miles closed his eyes. Unsure what to do.\n\nPlaying asleep would only work for so long he thought. Soon his stiff cock would be pressing firmly into the soft fur of her rear.\n\nHer tail flicked again, teasing his shaft through his pants. He could feel the heat emanating from between her clenched thighs.\n\nHis resolve weakened.\n\n*The prompts a tad old I know. I wanted to write an extended universe I was at least a little familiar with. Hope you like it!*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: After his mistakes last time, our hapless hero was given one last chance with the Mercenary Guild. All he had to do was escort a Goblin Chief's daughter on a week long journey to another Goblin village for her wedding...
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"content": "The job was my last chance to get right with the guild. One simple job… kind of. \n\nWhen I met her, she wore a cloak that covered her from head to toe. Her luggage wasn’t as big as I thought it would be: enough for a mule and then some for rations. \nI remember her eyes looking into mine as we were introduced- silver like the moon, and something else. \n\nWe didn’t speak much at first. I had gone over the contract, what little I knew, what I suspected, and what I didn’t know: she was a chieftain’s daughter. Their clan had several villages and outposts. Their neighbors were far more stronger in terms of numbers and holdings. So, her clan had to do things as cunning as possible: diplomacy, strategic marriages, like this one. Then the occasional assassination and then there was the rumor they wiped out a whole family by poison that one summer eight years ago. \n\nI wondered what I was walking into. Then again, the guild leader may want me dead. I sighed as I thought about it. I did fuck up. I looked up at the sky. Why did it have to be me? \n\n“You keep sighing and looking up. Are you hoping for a blessing or bird shit?” Her voice asked. I grunted in response. We slept in separate tents, but made sure we were close by. The second night, I awoke to feel as if something was… stroking my hair? When I looked around, no one was there. \n\nThe third night, we stopped at an inn to rest and bathe (it had a bath house). We decided to share the room. And that was the night, she showed herself off. \n\nI went to the springs to wash myself, relaxing in the heated water. I sighed, sitting down as I heard the sound of feet coming behind me. I looked up to see a beautiful green face with silver eyes and a black-haired pony-tail look down at me with a smile. I blushed as she had me between her legs. \n\n“Uhhh, hi?” I asked, my cheeks feeling her thighs. She giggled, then spoke. “You’re my guard, you idiot.” My eyes widened, putting the seductive voice to the face. I had heard some goblin women could be attractive, but downright hot?! \n\n“ You look flustered,” she told me, stroking my hair. “You need to talk?” Her face lowered down to mine. “Or..” she grinned. “Do you need to fuck?” She asked in a whisper that drove me up the walls. I gulped as suddenly, she somehow flipped herself and straddled my lap like.. like.. \n\nI didn’t want to think about it. I couldn’t hear the thought of shame I brought that night. His niece… I fucked his *niece* and he wanted me *dead*. \n\nHer hands cupped my face. “She told me, Sean.” Her whisper made my eyes water. “She told me how handsome you are, how brave, how-“Her hips ground against me. “‘Loving you can be to greenskins’” I sighed as she said this. \n\n“Are you… sure about this?” I asked. She nodded, giggling. “You’d be surprised.” She sighed, rolling her eyes. “He *has* to be fucking those servants of his at his bachelor party.” She sighed. “And I need the dick.” She looked at me with a devilish smile. “*Your* dick,” she told me. I thought about it. Do this, get punished even though we had a good time. Or… she gets pissed, wedding goes as planned (maybe) and I get a bad review. Dammit! She’s planning something. And I can’t save myself from this one. \n\nI put my hands on her back, unclasping her bra. She smiled as I then kissed her neck, her chest, giving her something to remember as she grasped my head. Then, she did the same to my shorts, giving me a lick before sucking. Then, she straddled me, her panties tossed to a bench along with her bra. Her hair had become undone and I saw her glistening, wild beauty. \n\nGods forgive me- I put myself into her and started thrusting as she hugged me close. Her soft cries as I made her feel love before her wedding drove me wild as she clawed at my back. “More, give me more! Let me have you for myself.” She whimpered as I kept pounding her until I spent myself. Then, I placed her against a rock, loving how submissive and sexy she looked as she thrusted her cheeks against my pelvis. I kissed every inch of her, making sure she was adored and worshipped with kisses and thrusts. \n\nShe rode me on the bench, her breasts bouncing as i cupped them and slithered my haves doe. Her body. She loved this, her head and back arching back. “You want to give me a baby? Hmm? You want me to give that prick something he can’t have.” Fear gripped me as she said this. And yet… I wanted to see how full she could get. I sat up, her looking at me as I pounded her riding, writhing body. Lust filled me as I pressed her upper body to me. “Take it. Take my seed-“ \n\n“Leilah,” she whispered. “My name is Leilah. And I want to be the mother of your child!” She simpered as I pounded her even harder. I roared as i thrusted harder and quicker, her cries joining mine as we made the most savage love and then, I spent myself in a loud orgasm. She kissed me deeply before giving a kiss on my neck. I grinned at her. “Good fuck?” \n\nShe pecked my lips chastely. “One for the books,” she told me as we held each other. She looked at me. “I meant what I said. And Ada did talk to me about you” she said. I sighed, holding her even closer, not to smother but for warmth. She kissed my chin. “She’s my maid-of-honor.” I froze with horror. “And a classmate of mine, so that’s how we know about ea- Sean?” \n\nI had fainted from the shock, her lower lips still on me with her breasts squashed against me. But the one thing that horrified me was how fucked I was. \n\n(Part 1 ends)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You didn’t understand why your partner got off on you being mean to them during sex. But you oblige, because they always accommodate your kink. Love is funny.
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"content": "James held the door and allowed his fiance to enter his house first. They had spent the evening playing minigolf and eating burgers in the park from the local food trucks. While they had enough money between them for more elegant dates, they enjoyed the simple things.\r \n\r \nAs she walked by him through the door, Kim wrinkled her nose at him.\r \n\r \n\"God, I hate that cologne.\"\r \n\r \nHe suppressed a smile upon hearing her code phrase. Instead, he donned an angry expression.\r \n\r \nSlamming the door, he grabbed her and slapped her. It was hard enough to hurt but should not leave a bruise.\r \n\r \n\"If I want your opinion bitch, I'll give it to you.\"\r \n\r \n\"Fuck you!\" she screamed and tried to hit him.\r \n\r \nHis hand caught her wrist in a vice grip. With his other hand, James grabbed her blouse and tugged sending buttons flying.\r \n\r \n\"Son of a bitch,\" Kim yelled and struggled to hit him with her other hand.\r \n\r \nHe forced her up against the wall pressing her face against it. He pulled her skirt down revealing curvy thighs clad in white stockings held in place by garter straps. The laces of the white corset dangled from beneath her blouse.\r \n\r \n\"Let me go,\" Kim cried. \"Your hurting me.\"\r \n\r \nHe twisted her arm up behind her back earning a cry of pain.\r \n\r \n\"I've only started hurting you,\" James whispered in her ear.\r \n\r \nHis fingers wrapped around her brown ponytail and yanked her in the direction of the bedroom. With a shove, James propelled her onto the bed. Kim scrambled across it and around the bed in an attempt to get out the door. James stuck out his foot and tripped her causing Kim to fall and hit the floor with a loud thud. Grabbing her ankles, James dragged her back.\r \n\r \nKim screamed and pleaded as she clawed the rug. He flung her back on the bed and used a pair of metal handcuffs to secure her to the headboard. He winced at seeing a trickle of blood coming from her lip.\r \n\r \n\"Fucking whore,\" he snarled and slapped her.\r \n\r \n\"Please James! Stop! I don't want to do this!\" Kim was crying now and pleading. Tears were even running from her eyes.\r \n\r \nRather than acknowledge her, he tore her blouse the rest of the way off leaving her in the white corset, lace panties, and stockings. Using lengths of rope, her ankles were tied to the corners of the bed exposing her crotchless panties and the delicious pussy within.\r \n\r \nJames gave a wicked grin and undressed slowly.\r \n\r \n\"I'm going to enjoy every scream you make,\" he said.\r \n\r \nHis cock stood thick and throbbing in anticipation. Opening a drawer on the nightstand, he produced a wide leather strap attached to a wooden handle.\r \n\r \nThe thwack the strap made against her thigh filled the room. Kim cried out in pain. The next blow landed on her shin. Each blow was delivered to a different spot on one of her legs; the stockings offered no protection. Over and over he struck her.\r \n\r \n\"Please... Oh god... please stop...\" Kim struggled in her bonds futilely sobbing.\r \n\r \nJames dropped the strap and climbed atop the bed between her legs. With a single rough thrust, he plunged into her. Kim cried out. His arousal was so great that it took only a few minutes before his seed filled her.\r \n\r \n\"Fuck,\" he gasped.\r \n\r \nKim lay beneath him panting and sobbing.\r \n\r \nAfter a few minutes, she whispered \"pickles\".\r \n\r \nWith a sigh, James rolled off her and reached up to press the button on the handcuffs to free her. A button that she could have just as easily pressed. Kim rubbed her wrists and snuggled her head on his shoulder. With one of her hands, she massaged his limp shaft.\r \n\r \nIt took some time, but James grew hard again. He moved atop her and between her still tied legs. This time he entered her slowly and gently.\r \n\r \nKim wrapped her arms around her neck. \"I love you.\"\r \n\r \n\"I love you too,\" he replied.\r \n\r \nThe following morning James found Kim in the bathroom naked and studying her body.\r \n\r \n\"There aren't any bruises,\" she observed.\r \n\r \n\"What about your lip?\"\r \n\r \nKim's lower lip was swollen on one side.\r \n\r \n\"That doesn't count.\"\r \n\r \nSomething caught his eyes. Pushing her hair up revealed a bruised knot.\r \n\r \n\"Does this count,\" he asked.\r \n\r \nKim smiled and admired her wound. \"Yeah. That counts.\"\r \n\r \n\"You're odd,\" he said.\r \n\r \nShe turned and rose on tiptoes to kiss him.\r \n\r \n\"I bet you won't be saying that next week. I ordered a couple of new corsets.\"\r \n\r \nHe grinned. \"And what do you want in exchange?\"\r \n\r \n\"Well...\" she said mischievously. \"That same order is going to have a riding crop in it.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] I'm a writer looking for "prompts" for short stories. What is a fantasy you have that you would want to see written about? OR do you have an image you want turned into a story?
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"content": "College tradition where after the big civil war game all the single football (or pick your sport) players and all the single cheerleaders have a massive orgy. Except this year most of the players are single and only the new freshman cheerleader is single. Maybe this is a well kept secret and she only finds out shortly before, that day or sometime in the previous week. Maybe she knew but was assured she wouldn’t have to participate because she had a boyfriend, whom she caught cheating on her at halftime, and this galvanizes her to go through with it. Maybe she’s pretty innocent and has only been with 1-2 (or 0) people. Maybe a combination of all of that. Of course it ends in a gangbang."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: One day, you wake up and discover that you can't say no or deny a request. It's only a matter of time before everyone else knows.
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"content": "You know, you might be one of the first people to actually do this. Nobody really cares about the village whore's history, it seems. So props for that. And, of course, let me do whatever you please and get on with the story.\n\nLet's work our way backwards through time. Right now, you see before you a voluptuous young woman drenched in semen. The various permanent marker phrases across my thighs and cantaloupe-sized breasts degrade and demean me, but everyone seems struck about how I can maintain such a beaming smile.\n\nThat was a skill I learned in the past. I'll point it out when we get to it. Before I was this literal cum dumpster, I was a private courtesan. It was something like slavery, but I was pliant and eager to please, so I was given some professional leniency.\n\nThe large criminal organization I belonged to would fly me around the world to spend sensual evenings with the various leaders. There had been no issues for years and I was happy in the role, but a young upstart would force me into my current situation.\n\nDon't go thinking this is a love or revenge tale. I attended him one night and he asked me as a joke. You know how some people just can't let go of their lust for power? It was one of those situations.\n\nHow'd I end up as a courtesan? Training, of course. I'd gone through all the schooling you'd expect of a world-class prostitute. It was overseen by a small group of skilled and sadistic torturers. There were thousands of girls just like me.\n\nWell, not just like me, I guess. For one thing, a lot of girls came from strong family backgrounds within the organization. They were pretentious about their breeding, obviously. Other girls, like me, had been coerced or abducted into the organization.\n\nAlthough I had been coerced, I was still the only girl who said yes when asked. The car had rolled up next to me, the door opened, a question asked, and away we went. It made me kind of different from the other girls, but they were more upset about my boobs than our difference in origin.\n\nEven before that, you ask? Your wish is my command. Right before that car rolled up to me, I had been at school. In fact, I was skipping class because my secret had gotten out. It was still so new to me at the time, I didn't realize how dangerous it was to let people know.\n\nIt had only been a problem for a couple of months. Not being able to deny a request was innocuous at first. I had to do a couple of extra chores or run to the store. But then my brother's friend found out and asked me on a date. He'd done so before and I'd ignored him, so he was instantly suspicious. The night of the date, he confirmed his suspicions.\n\nAnd that's pretty much the whole story! I would sincerely request that you not mention my secret to anyone. Of course, I can't stop you. But some people find it more fun to keep me to themselves. At least, at first..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] To Write A Cheater
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"content": "She'd do anything to keep her wife happy, including providing her with unlimited sex of whatever type she wanted. Of course, when she found out that her wife seemed to have a thing for pregnant chicks, and that her wife had a folder full of blowjob porn, she decided to help fulfill those desires too!\n\nIn other words\n\nAn extremely horny bisexual girl, married to a lesbian, finds out that it turns her wife on to see her pregnant or even to see her sucking cock. Ultimately, her wife is totally into it and maybe coaches her along."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Wanting to do some hypnosis with a superhero
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"content": "Dick Grayson is hypnotized into believing he is clothed when he is in fact completely naked. The girls at titans tower had coincidentally (or is it?) invited over other female superheroes. They decide not to break his illusion, at least at first.\n\nAlt scenario: pretty much same as the first, but instead of being naked and not realizing it he instead performs for the girls, acting as a stripper, waiter, etc. completely nude. They can touch and grope him all they want, and they end the night with him having sex with one of them (or masturbating) in front of them.\n\nRemember, canonically dick Grayson has a huge dumpy."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A new, untrained person joins a sports club. An experienced member of the club trains with the newbie to make them better. Eventually they engage in regular sex "to increase stamina" of the apprentice.
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"content": "Claire had just joined the sports club and she was feeling a little overwhelmed. She was a newbie and had no prior experience with sports, so she was quite nervous. She had heard that Dan, an experienced member of the club, was a great instructor and that he could help her learn the basics of the sport.\n\n\nDan welcomed her and began to show her the ropes. He was patient and kind and made sure that she understood everything before moving on. He explained the basics of the sport and how to play. He showed her the proper form and technique and made sure that she was comfortable and confident in her ability.\n\n\nClaire was grateful for all of Dan's help and soon she was feeling more confident in her ability. After a few weeks, Dan started to suggest that she engage in regular sex with him in order to increase her stamina and endurance. Claire was taken aback at first, but she slowly started to open up to the idea and before long they were engaging in regular sex.\n\n\nAt first, the sex was purely for physical reasons, but it quickly became something more than just a physical activity. Dan was gentle, caring and passionate and Claire found that she was able to relax and enjoy the experience.\n\n\nThe regular sex was helping Claire to improve her stamina and endurance and soon she was feeling more confident in her ability to perform in the sport. She was grateful for Dan's help and the time he had taken to help her become better.\n\n\nEventually, Claire and Dan found themselves in a loving relationship. The regular sex that they engaged in had become a way for them to express their love and passion for each other. They enjoyed spending time together and they were both happy to share their experiences with each other.\n\n\nClaire had come a long way since joining the sports club and she was thankful to Dan for helping her to become a better athlete. She now had more confidence in her ability and she was sure that she would be able to achieve her goals."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Something Smutty For The New Year
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"content": "As the Ball Dropped over the square, and the countdown began, everyone began to shout the numbers. Everytime another digit dropped, everyone in the crowd lost a peice of clothing. By 7! Most had stopped chanting along as they searched for the coats, hats and mittens they had on mere seconds ago. At 6! Almost no one had a shirt on. Cold as it was you and your girlfriend had plans to retreat to your apartment closeby anyways. At 5! Pants appeared to be in short supply. Everyone in the crowd also appeared to be getting hornier as the last numbers appeared 4! Bras were now history. A few people had even started counting again. 3! Well, That was pretty much everyone naked, save for a few stragglers who put on extra layers. 2! Thighs were rubbed together, cocks were stiffening and breasts were covered in an attempt to divert the chill from nipples. 1! A strange heat grew from the center of the crowd as people pulled into their loved ones, or found a stranger that was searching for another. HAPPY NEW YEAR! As you kissed your girlfriend deeply appreciating her nude form against yours, you opened your eyes to her beautiful face already looking lustily at the scene around you. Only about a third of the crowd remained standing while the rest had began \"celebrations\" right in the street. \n\nNow the real question, what do you two do for the first night of the sexiest year yet? Join the crowd? Take her home? Or get hot chocolate, sit naked around a fire, discuss resolutions, and watch the kinky stuff unfolding in front of you? So many options, and a whole year of nudity ahead of you."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A woman with an amazonian physique tries her best to woo a demure, shy and petite little Futa girl
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"content": "sorry for some typos, i Don't check yet and the auto corrector is a bitch \n\n\nIrene crossed her arms, squeezing her shoulders. The pale, thin, red-haired girl looked uneasily around and nearly jumped in fright at the pounding and banging of the gym weight. This was no place for her. But how could she refuse? Amelie was so kind and courteous to her and insistent that they train together at the gym. Was this a date? Hand even. It was just a co-worker having fun with her. \nIrene froze when she felt a strong hand on her shoulder. She turned and sighed in amazement. Vivian, her co-worker was really attractive. She was always bulky wearing a suit to the office. But now? WOW! She looked like an Amazon straight out of Frank Frazeta's paintings. She was a head taller, with a big blonde mane. The athletic outfit showed off her stone-sculpted six pack abs and accentuated her powerful thighs. She was a genetic powerhouse! She didn't have a masculine face. She had a delicate face and two huge, teardrop-shaped breasts. \n\"H-hi Vivian didn't even know this was where you trained\" Irene spoke softly. Wondering if she chose the right words. \n\"Ha, I've been waiting for you. I can't wait to see you create some dough!\" Vivian spoke, slapping her colleague on the back, almost making her fall to the ground. \n\"um...so it's my first time. What do we do first?\" Irene asked following Vivian. I couldn't take my eyes off that round ass and powerful thighs. \n\"The basics. Warming up, abs and legs and glutes\" Vivia replied slapping her thighs \nIrene bit her lip to control herself. She followed her friend and got on the treadmill. The first few minutes were easy, but soon she was panting and covered in sweat. \nShe stopped for breath as she watched Vivian run on the treadmill at full speed. Her golden mane swayed in the air and soon her skin was covered in sweat. In other times she would have been an Amazon or goddess of war. \n\"Just to warm up those muscles. Let's do some basic sit-ups!\" Vivian spoke lying on the floor and Irene imitated her. \n\"1...2...5 urgh...10...ugh\" Irene felt her body burn and her abdomen burn and looked to the side seeing Vivian repeat the movements with much more speed. \n\"20...25...humfi...irene I need help\" Vivian moaned making Irene ask with her eyes \"sit on my belly...it's very easy\" \n\"Okay... like this?\" Irene asked obediently to Vivian who groaned in response \nIrene felt as if she were riding a rodeo bull. She could feel the muscles in the Amazon's powerful abdomen almost throwing her into the air as they contracted. Vivian threw her torso up with each repetition, making her breasts meet against Irene's flat chest. Irene closed her eyes to concentrate. No! That would be so shamefull. She felt the blood flow to her groin and hoped Vivian didn't feel her bulges rubbing her. When she opened her eyes she saw the beautiful face of the Amazon with a smile. \n\"I'm done...squat time\" The powerful blonde woman said getting up. \n\"Have more?\" Irene asked. She watched in awe as Vivian set up the barbell and weights for the hack squat. \n\"Let's go there first?\" Vivian said. \nShe wanted to run away. He looked so heavy. Two large washers, one on each side of the bar. Irene was pulled by Vivian and got ready. With a groan she lifted the bar and felt her legs shaking. She felt like she was going to fall when she felt Vivian's arms around her. \n\"Easy...let me help you\" The blonde whispered. \nThe smell of sweat and the sweet voice were like lightning that energized the brunette. She crouched down, with Vivian's arms around her. how much provocation. Irene crouched down, moaning in pain and with Vivian's words motivating her. Her body burned with pain and pleasure. \n\"10...12..15 Great girl...my turn now\" Vivian said letting go of Irene who fell on her ass on the floor with wobbly legs. \nThe brunette futa watched the Amazon mount the bar. 2, 4, 6, 8, 10, 12 20kg washers, about 240kg. How was it possible for someone to lift so much weight? The bar seemed to bend. But Vivian, with a soft moan, guided her weight to the floor. She roared and moaned, the muscles in her back and thighs tensed and jumped and looked as if they wanted to tear her clothing. 10...12..14. Perfect repetitions. Vivian looked like she wanted to falter on the last one, but Irene grabbed her from behind. Feeling like gripping a mattress of muscle, rubbing against their sweaty bodies, Vivian slowly lifted the weight. \n\"wow, thank you. we better finish up and take a shower!\" She said staggering and signaling for Irene to follow her. \nDamn it! that was more exciting or intense than any date. Her body wanted to collapse from exhaustion. But the weariness left and was replaced by excitement as Vivian casually removed her clothes. Her body was like a sculpture shinning with sweat and she stepped under the hot shower. She wanted to turn and walk away, but she was afraid she'd screw it up. Irene got into the shower, with her back to Vivian. She wanted to hide and cower. She was with a bonner hard than rock. \n\"hey, calm down, that's natural after a leg workout\" Vivian whispered with a hand on her back. \n\"um? did you know?\" Irene asked turning her head and squinting \"Is that why you brought me here?\" \n\"What do you think? Something tells me that you even enjoyed training with me\" Vivian said \"come on, we're friends...you can trust me\" \nIt was a trap and she fell for it. Irene turned around trying to look away. Vivian looked down in surprise. It was an 8-inch penis, thick as a can of redbull. Irene wanted to avoid looking at her, but moaned when she felt Amazonia's hand on her cock. When she opened her eyes, she saw Vivian crouched down staring at her, as if waiting for the signal. She wanted so much! She grabbed the blonde hair and Vivian grabbed Iriene's cock making her moan and lean against the wall. Powerful hands held her buttocks and she felt her body being lifted. She looked down and saw that she was supported only by the shoulders of the Amazon. She writhed in midair, gripping Vivian's hair as she fucked her throat. And she groaned as she felt the orgasm hit her body like an electric wire. She felt it fill Vivian's throat, until the cum leaked from the corner of her mouth. \n\"What was this?\" Irene asked. \n\"Post workout protein\" Vivian said \"I think that's good for today\" \n\"hey Vivian...can we train again tomorrow?\" Irene asked feeling Vivian picking her up. \n\"Of course... tomorrow is chest and arms day\" Vivian replied giving Irene a kiss and carrying her out of the locker room."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: They had promised their partner a blowjob. But now they're nervous since it will be their first time ever. That's when their best friend suggests practicing at the local gloryhole.
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"content": "Heads up, because while I like surprises lots of people don't. This story contains: \n\\[FM\\] \\[TFM\\] \\[FTFM\\] Oral (on male anatomy), Fingering (of both anatomies), and a bit of intentionally bad sex\n\n&#x200B;\n\nThe lights in Barney’s strobed violet and pink, cut through by blue lasers that danced around the room in an untraceable pattern. Cheyenne noticed that the house music had an unfamiliar digital crunch to it today, looking to spot the unfamiliar DJ standing in this weekend. The assortment of cute smiles on stubbled faces, the kaleidoscope of cocktails being passed around the bar, the smell of musk lifting up through the ventilation. Cheyenne felt her cage tightening up.\r \n\r \nShe held tight to Tab’s wrist as she pulled her younger friend across the crowded dancefloor, brushing between sweaty set of abs like they were wheat in a field. Cheyenne looked back at her, hurrying when she saw her wincing as a stranger’s misplaced thrust hit her from behind. The man gave a quick apology as the ladies finally reached the men’s bathroom.\r \n\r \nThe door shut. The interior of the bathroom was lit a deep blue and the thumping of the music made the mirror shudder. “I don’t know how you can do this every weekend, Cheyenne,” Tab said.\r \n\r \n“Excuse me?” She checked herself in the mirror. Through the off-colored lighting the purple of her eyeshadow and lip gloss still seemed to be holding up, a miracle given how hot it was out there. “Oh, you meant going to Barney’s in general. Not—”\r \n\r \n“Yeah,” Tab interjected.\r \n\r \nCheyenne took in her shorter friend with a smile. Her fresh-out-the-office corporate style, boxy glasses, and straight-faced expression really came together in a way the lady herself couldn’t appreciate. She had a serious, almost domineering countenance, like the librarian who shushed you while taking you to the hilt or the teacher who made you stay after class to eat her out for the passing grade.\r \n\r \nFantasies Cheyenne couldn’t deny having pleasured herself to.\r \n\r \nShe placed a hand around Tab’s shoulder and guided her down to the tenth stall. The last stall. The wheelchair accessible stall. The special stall.\r \n\r \n“Are you sure you’re up for this?”\r \n\r \nTab scoffed. “I already told you I’ve got this.”\r \n\r \nTab was, according to herself, a practical madam of her college’s sorority. Though for all the bluster she spoke with regards to the mind-melting, home-wrecking, chiropractor-calling fucking she did, Cheyenne had her doubts. Tab, after all, couldn’t stand the idea of being second best at anything and feigned a level of knowledge and competence in just about everything that came into conversation.\r \n\r \nWhile half of what Tab said could easily be dismissed as a half- or quarter-truth, the claim that after eight months of dating she’d never gone down on her boyfriend demanded Cheyenne’s attention like nothing else.\r \n\r \nApparently, Everett would spend up to an hour at a time with his girlfriend’s nylon-covered thighs wrapped around his head, but she’d never reciprocate.\r \n\r \n“My blowjobs ruin other women for guys,” she boasted. “I have guys from college—some of them married now—calling me up and seeing if I want to hook up. Everett’s a nice boy, but he needs to earn it.”\r \n\r \nBoy. Everett the corporate-climbing, merger-negotiating, going-to-make-his-first-six-figures-this-year, twenty-nine-year-old boy.\r \n\r \nThe way Cheyenne saw it, she had two options.\r \n\r \nShe could tell her friend to stop being a lying brat, that twenty-five was too old to be desperate for the approval of others.\r \n\r \nOr, she could lean into her delusional ego and humble her the old-fashioned way.\r \nAnd that’s how these friends ended up on their knees, side-by-side, staring at the glory hole in a gay bar. Cheyenne was just finishing up lining the edges of the hole with a fresh layer of tape before her friend spoke up again.\r \n\r \n“Don’t judge me if this doesn’t work,” Tab chided, a chink cracking in her expression. “This is a gay bar after all. These guys probably don’t like women blowing them.”\r \n\r \n“I do this every couple of weeks and I haven’t gotten any complaints.”\r \n\r \n“Yes, but you’re—” Tab caught herself, worry at what was about to slip out clear on her face.\r \n\r \nCheyenne returned with a look of understanding. Tab could be catty, but she wasn’t an absolute bitch. “We’re different types of women, granted.” She placed a hand on the other’s shoulder. “But don’t worry, I called up a pan friend of mine. He said he couldn’t wait.” She gave a wide, sinister smile.\r \n\r \nThere was a twitch on Tab’s lips. “Good to know.”\r \n\r \n“By the way, how big did you say Everett was?”\r \n\r \n“Eight inches. Thick, too.”\r \n\r \nCheyenne mused over her friend’s luck. “Okay, good. Prince is a little thick, but he’s only six inches long.”\r \n\r \n“Good to know.”\r \n\r \nAs soon as she finished, the door to the bathroom opened. Footsteps ran to the ninth stall before the door slammed open.\r \n\r \n“Chey!” an excited voice flared from the other side of the hole.\r \n\r \n“Prince, lovey! How are you?”\r \n\r \n“Very good.” A mouth was placed next to the hole. Oche skin, a goatee, a beauty mark on the left, and a set of puckered lips. Cheyenne met him in the middle with a kiss before they both pulled back. “Is your friend with you? May I have a look?”\r \n\r \nBefore Tab could formulate a response, Cheyenne cut in. “This is actually her first time at one of these,” she said, stating what she believed despite her friend’s claims otherwise. “She’s a little nervous. So maybe another time?”\r \n\r \nThe smile on Prince’s face was clear in his voice. “Okay, mystery. Sexy, sexy!” A brief shuffling of pants later and Cheyenne was greeted with something familiar while Tab met something she’d never even lied about having seen before.\r \n\r \nPrince slid through the hole, a deep caramel cock bulging with excitement, blue light shimmering off the row of metal studs underlining his risen penis like pairs of buttons going up a suit.\r \n\r \nCheyenne saw the nervousness on Tab’s face and giggled. “Don’t let the piercings care you. Don’t do anything too crazy and you’ll both be fine.”\r \n\r \nHer younger friend humphed. “Of course,” she said, reaching out and grabbing his cock.\r \n\r \nClutching his cock.\r \n\r \nThere was a shocked groan and a fist slamming into the wall. Cheyenne winced in empathy, hands instinctively moving to her crotch. She realized that while she was down there, she may as well free herself for the evening. She worked on it while she coached Tab.\r \n\r \n“Gentler!”\r \n\r \n“I’m good! I’m okay,” Prince assured.\r \n\r \n“Yeah, I know,” Tab shot back at her friend, not even noticing her fidgeting hands down the front of her jeans. “Just let me do this, please.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "I don't know what's wrong with me to be saying this, but I just want to fuck you right now," was the text that she meant to send to her ex. She'd accidentally sent it to her best friend instead...
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"content": "Instant regret.\n\nIt's a feeling that I don't need to describe to you. You know what it's like. To send a message you don't want to, one that your emotions stirred you to send. But, ya know, I think I will anyway. Because it's a little like having your still-beating heart pulled out of your chest, and slowly chewed by your better judgement.\n\nI jammed my fingers onto the tiny phone screen, trying to put the phone in airplane mode before the message delivered. I felt a crushing wave of nausea when I realized it was too late. The little checkmark appeared along with the friendly reminder that I was a fucking loser.\n\n(I don't know what's wrong with me to be saying this, but I just want to fuck you right now) sent✔ 3:01 am\n\nI screamed, and forcefully facepalmed. I'm such a moron, why would I type that? Why? Why would I send it? Why to him of all people? I just handed the douchebag that broke my heart the golden opportunity to ridicule me, make me feel like garbage. And you know what? I have it coming.\n\n(Yo bestie) 3:01 am\n\nHuh?\n\n(...\\_)\n\n(U ok??? Ur not drinking again r u?) 3:01 am\n\nOh good, it's just Ophelia.\n\nOPHELIA\n\nPANIC\n\nWHY DID I SEND THIS TO HER\n\n~~(Uh lol no. Nvm I meant to send that to someone else-)~~ nope, not gonna say that.\n\n~~(Uh lol no. I was just being silly.)~~ Nah, no good either.\n\n(Uh lol no.) Yeah, that'll do.\n\n(Uh lol no.) sent✔ 3:02 am\n\n(o snapperdoodles. ur srs 😎) 3:02 am\n\n(...\\_)\n\n(Sooo... this some spur of the moment thing or u been feeling this way 4 a while?) 3:02 am\n\nI should've seen this coming. Shit. I should've said more than 'uh lol no'. I need to clarify this, uh, somehow.\n\n~~(You just got punk'd)~~ Hehe, nah.\n\n~~(Just a spur of the moment thing nvm)~~ Hmm, I don't want to admit to her that I was sending this to someone else, but I also shouldn't lie.\n\n~~(I didn't mean to send that to you)~~ Yeah, that's as good as admitting I meant to send it to that prick.\n\nIn the time it took me to decide not to send three texts, she sent one back.\n\n(Should I call?) 3:03 am\n\n(No.) sent✔ 3:03 amI feel like this would be both easier and harder to explain over a phone call. I really should give some explanation though, even if it's bullshit. She'll know I'm lying, but as long as she knows and I know that she knows, it's not really a lie... It's a white lie. I think.\n\n(...\\_)\n\n(Should I come over then? :3) 3:03 am\n\nPANIC\n\nOh man this is gonna be awkward. I really have dug myself in too deep. Wait a minute, I know, the ultimate copout!\n\n(Nah, we'll talk tmr) sent✔ 3:04 am\n\n(Too late, omw >:3) 3:04 am\n\nWhy Ophelia? Why! This is literally the worst thing you could do in this situation... Okay, maybe not literally. Like, you could commit warcrimes or something, but still pretty bad. Who the hell would barge into someone's apartment at 3 am anyway? Oh right, Ophelia, that's who.\n\n*\\*To be continued...\\**"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Hit me up with Gender Swap ideas
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"content": "Kinda taking inspiration from a roleplay of mine; you have a crush on your best friend or brother but your gender strictly keep you in the friend zone/family zone. That is until one day you change without warning and decide to use your new found body and your knowledge of your crushes kinks to good use.... This does of course work the opposite way as well with you being the one that has been the center of attention."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The “please insert charger” panties she wore visibly around town were actually literal. She was a sexy android powered by cum, so she really did need cock to charge. Luckily there was no shortages of “chargers”
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"content": "I have no idea how it works, but I’m not complaining. She’s fucking other guys, but frankly i don’t give a fuck. I gave up on monogamy a long time after I realized it was too much of a hassle.\n\nHer moans as I tail her against the wall of the apartment make me go wild as I press myself further against her. With one last thrust, I finish myself and kiss her neck. \n\n“Better?” I asked, going for a towel I placed nearby for the occasion. She leans back and touched what seed I dripped out, looking at me. “I’m at 97%. You can do one more round, you know.” She suggested. I paused for a moment. “Err, you sure you’re not tired? Nothing off?” I asked, just in case. She shook her metallic head. “Positive. You’re one of my five preferred chargers.” I blushed at this. \n\n“Alright,” I sighed as she sauntered to me, rubbing my crotch with her pussy lips until I got hard. She kissed my lips, then my forehead before I got on the floor for her to ride me like no tomorrow."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A ring that transforms you into the ideal fantasy partner of a random someone nearby.
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"content": "Amber studied the groups mingling at the party from her place by the buffet table.\r \n\r \n\"More cheesecake,\" her boss John whispered.\r \n\r \n\"Sure thing,\" she replied and disappeared into the kitchen.\r \n\r \nPulling a tray from the refrigerator, she balanced it atop one hand and navigated her way back to the banquet hall. The catering company she worked for had been hired for a party of snooty, rich people celebrating some snooty, rich person's birthday. From the looks of things, most of the women's dresses probably cost more than her car.\r \n\r \nJohn surveyed the table and nodded.\r \n\r \n\"Things are going great,\" he observed. \"Why don't you take a break.\"\r \n\r \nAmber sighed gratefully. \r \n\r \n\"Thanks. Be back soon.\"\r \n\r \nShe removed her apron and headed to the restroom. Inside women laughed and talked about the party. Amber slipped into a stall and locked the door.\r \n\r \nGrinning, she removed a silver ring lined with scrollwork writing in an unknown language. She slipped it onto her finger and felt a chill rush through her body. After a minute, Amber stood and opened the door.\r \n\r \nHer eyes widened at the sight of her reflection.\r \n\r \nThe reflection was not of a woman of average height with a slim, athletic build. The woman staring back was short and more than just a little plump. Her long, brown hair was darker and brushed the tops of her shoulders. Blue eyes stared back through glasses instead of her natural brown. Gone was her outfit of khaki pants and a white top; she wore a grey dress that reached her knees and emphasized a larger bust. Her feet wore knee high black boots instead of her normal flats.\r \n\r \n\"I look like a librarian,\" Amber told the reflection.\r \n\r \nIn the year of using the ring, this by far was the oddest transformation yet. Most times she found herself resembling a model or famous actress. A couple of times she had become a twin of another woman present.\r \n\r \nWith a shrug, Amber left to join the party.\r \n\r \nNo one spared more than a glance at her. She was not dressed elegantly like the other guests and felt out of place. No one was as short as she, and none were as overweight. After a circuit around the room, Amber decided she had had enough and started toward the restroom.\r \n\r \n\"Excse me miss,\" a male voice said from behind.\r \n\r \nAmber turned and looked up at the tall, handsome man before her. He wore a tuxedo and held a wine glass. He was probably twenty years her senior, but his gaze held hers.\r \n\r \n\"This is rather awkward,\" he said. \"But you remind me of someone. In fact, you could be her twin sister. At least, if you had been born thirty years ago.\"\r \n\r \nAmber smiled. \"Who might that be?\"\r \n\r \n\"My wife,\" he said. \"You look so much like her when we first met back in college.\"\r \n\r \n\"Perhaps we are related?\"\r \n\r \nThe man's expression saddened. \"When she died several years ago, she had no other relatives.\"\r \n\r \nAmber blushed. \"I'm sorry.\"\r \n\r \n\"I'm Tim. Please don't be sorry. Seeing you reminds me of the good times we had.\"\r \n\r \nThe band began playing a slow song.\r \n\r \n\"Would it be too much to ask for a dance,\" Time asked.\r \n\r \n\"Not at all,\" Amber replied and accepted his hand. \"But I'm a horrible dancer.\"\r \n\r \nTim laughed. \"So am I.\"\r \n\r \nThey danced for several songs. Tim asked Amber about herself, and she found his sophisticated and jovial manner made her open up. She was a recent college graduate who had majored in archaeology. She worked two part-time jobs in addition to a postdoc position at the local museum.\r \n\r \n\"I know the one,\" Tim laughed. \"I gave them a donation last year to help fund some project involving Aztecs.\"\r \n\r \nAmber gaped. \"That was you?\"\r \n\r \nThey made there way from the dance floor. Tim offered his arm, and Amber laughed. She slipped hers through his. He led her onto a patio.\r \n\r \nHe chuckled. \"I am guessing you were not on the guest list?\"\r \n\r \nHer cheeks heated. \"Not exactly.\"\r \n\r \n\"God! You are so much like my Sophie. Once in college, she snuck into the university president's house during a Christmas party. It was all in the student newspaper!\"\r \n\r \nAmber laughed. \"She sounds like a fun person.\"\r \n\r \n\"Oh she was. She was also rather...\" Tim cutoff and actually blushed. \"Well... Let's say she was creative and adventuresome.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A particular campus female sorority is known for all their members greatly enjoying receiving cum facials! In fact, proving your willingness to let almost any guy (within reason) cum all over your face — anytime, anywhere — is a requirement to join, and built into the formal pledging process!
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"content": "\n\nSadie stood against the wall with two of her soon-to-be Sorority Sisters. The sorority was certainly…notorious. There was no hazing, no great expectations but there was one thing a member must be willing to do especially to be initiated. All they had to was find the right guy. \n\n“So Sadie any preferences?”\n\n“I’m not picky usually but that’s like dating and stuff this is different.”\n\n“Different how?”\n\nSadie blushed as she wasn’t really sure herself. \n\n“It just is ok Macy.”\n\n“Ok no need to get defensive.”\n\n“Sorry.”\n\nThe trio waited for a little longer but Sadie didn’t see any potential. Just as the three were to give up for the day, they were approached by a blonde girl. He body was hourglass shaped and she wore yellow contacts to give her eyes a Nightcrawler-esq look. \n\n“Hey you three are from Alpha Bi Babes right?”\n\n“Yeah interested in joining?”\n\n“No, I’m not the sorority type but um I was wondering if it was true what I heard…about your “policy”?”\n\nMacy smirked and put a hand on Sadies shoulder. \n\n“Yeah all our members must have at least a slight slutty and let a guy come on her face anytime, anywhere within reason of course. We’re trying to get Sadie initiated but she’s being picky.”\n\n“Well if you’re looking for the right guy…maybe I could volunteer ?”\n\nThe three looked at her confused for a second before it clicked. Macy went to speak but Sadie spoke first. \n\n“You’re perfect…”\n\n“Great! I love public play and being watched. Maybe meet me in the mall after school?”\n\n“Sure!”\n\nThe foursome parted ways and Macy pulled Sadie aside. \n\n“Them?”\n\n“Yeah I felt a spark when they came over. I can’t explain it.”\n\nMacy shrugged with a smile. She wasn’t one to argue with a pledge. Later, Sadie, Macy, and the head of the sorority showed up at the mall. They learned that the person that approached them at school was named Liz, and they set off to the store where they were requested to meet them. \n\nAmong the dense racks of clothes in JC Pennys the trio immersed themselves among the items with Liz eagerly waiting for them. \n\n“So how do we do this?”\n\nThe head of the sorority spoke up. \n\n“It’s up to Sadie.”\n\nThe others turned to pledge. \n\n“Um let’s just see where it goes…”\n\nThe others agreed and made sure the coast was clear before Liz undid their jeans and worked their thick, hard cock out. The head of the sorority noted that it was better then some guys she had been with. \n\nLiz took their cock in their hand and started to stroke. She motioned for the other two to play with her breasts for a facial truly worth of their sorority. Said was focused solely on their cock. The veins, the stokers, the ever so slight twitching of their balls. Sadie wasn’t sure what was wetter, her mouth or her pussy. \n\nThey were stroking so fast so they didn’t risk getting caught. Sadie understood but God did she it want to last longer. Lizs moans and groans escaped through their hand as they desperately tried to hide them. They were close. So close. Said got on her knees, pushed her brunette hair back, and waited un eager anticipation…\n\n“Fuck she’s a mess…”\n\n“Welcome to the sorority Sadie.”\n\nSadie gently wiped the cum from her eye and smiled. She licked her lips and leaned in to give Lizs cock the littlest of kisses. The four know had another mission to clear. They moved through the mall quickly but without attracting attention to their cum soaked friend and made it to the ladies room…where Sadie asked Liz to fuck her stupid. Liz was happy to oblige as she locked the two of them in the stall."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] A femdroid and a succubus are in a heated debate over how to best please their master. They decide put their methods to the test… at the same time
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"content": "the Techno-Sorceress Ourania Thousandmoon lay on her massive sex bed, idly fingering herself. She watched her two servants make love.\n\nKatie 8.0(K80 for short) was pressed facedown in a lacy pillow. Exercise-ball breasts spilled out from underneath her torso, wobbling with each thrust as the bound succubus Rhelvyn Redskull plowed her fat synthetic ass with a spiked red horse-cock. Rhelvyn's claw-like fingers dug into Katie's chrome-white waist. She snarled under her breath, humping like a beast in heat. Ourania touched herself as an enchanted notepad recorded her observations. When Ourania came gently, Rhelvyn stopped thrusting. She grunted,\n\n\"Master? Are you satisfied?\"\n\nOurania laughed, \n\n\"No. Keep going.\"\n\n\"This tin can doesn't even feel it! I'm wasting my energy.\"\n\n\"Roll over. It's her turn.\" \n\nRhelvyn had no choice but to comply. She lay on her back and Katie shifted into a sitting position,\n\n\"Big talk from a glob of magic.\"\n\nRhelvyn looked at Ourania, \"You just programmed her to say that!\"\n\n\"I'm programmed to think for myself, thank you.\"\n\nKatie tensed her body. Machinery inside her torso hummed to life, and her breasts retracted from their superhuman size to a more practical F cup. Meanwhile, a panel on her stomach opened to reveal a dick of her own.\n\nRhelvyn pouted,\n\n\"Can't I fuck *you* master?\"\n\nOurania said, \n\n\"You'll get your chance.\"\n\nRhelvyn rolled her eyes.\n\nAs Katie shifted into position, Rhelvyn's fingers were drawn to that stomach panel. It was sealed now, and the penis looked as natural as if it had been there all along. If Rhelvyn hadn't seen the mechanism with her own eyes, she would have called it a trick. Her fingers hunted for some kind of imperfection.\n\nKatie purred, \n\n\"You like my stomach, do you?\"\n\n\"There's barely even a seam.\"\n\nKatie shifted Rhelvyn's cock out of the way and guided her own to the lips of Rhelvyn's pussy,\n\n\"I'm state of the art. Precision engineering beats primitive superstition any day.\"\n\nRhelvyn looked at Ourania again,\n\n\"Did you build this thing just to bully me? I'm a sex demon! I'm here to fuck you-\" \n\nKatie pushed her dick into Rhelvyn's tight pussy. Rhelvyn gasped. Katie whispered,\n\n\"She built me fuck,\" She leaned close and planted a kiss on Rhelvyn's left breast.\n\nRhelvyn moaned, and turned it into purr, \"bring it on, tin can.\"\n\nKatie replied,\n\n\"There was an 86% chance you'd say that.\"\n\nOurania watched as Katie and Rhelvyn settled into a rhythm. They ground against each other like horny teenagers, writhing and sucking and pawing at each other's bombshell bodies. Ourania observed, idly fingering herself while her mind focused on other things.\n\n\nRhelvyn gasped in Katie's ear,\n\n\"I \\*haaa* have \\*aaa* an idea.\"\n\nKatie stopped pounding and rolled her eyes,\n\n\"What?\"\n\n\"There's two of us, and only one of her.\"\n\n\"I won't let you hurt her.\"\n\n\"Aw come on. I just wanna give her some real good data.\"\n\n\"What are you implying?\"\n\n\"We dp her, you stupid robot.\"\n\nOurania grunted, \n\n\"Hmm? Whatever are you two whispering about?\"\n\nKatie said,\n\n\"This demon is trying to slip out of her contract. I think she needs to be disciplined.\"\n\n---\n\n\nMight have gone too hard on the rough sex catty rivalry side of things. might rewrite this to be more gentle. having two inhuman characters also makes the dynamics kind of weird, since they don't necessarily feel things the way people would. Like, either one of them could just choose not to orgasm or whatever."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Everyone's looking to kiss someone on New Year's Eve. When they showed up at the party, however, they were hoping to do something else when the clock strikes midnight.
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"content": "Looking around the party, at first I wasn’t expecting this. Everyone had started making out intently as the clock stroke 11:55. The loud ticking of the clock and mixed with the low playing music made it feel mesmerizing as me and her began looking into each others eyes. We weren’t officially together, not many people knew we were dating, but as I looked into her wide brown eyes, I couldn’t help but simply not care about all that anymore. I leaned in for a kiss, closing my eyes, hoping the mood was right, and that she’d lean in to meet me. My heart was pounding in my chest as I waited, for what was probably a couple of seconds felt like an eternity. Finally I felt her soft lips meet mine. Relief flooded over me, she had accepted my invitation. After a moment we pulled away from each other, she looked at me, her cheeks blushed and her eyes as wider then ever and leaned into my ear and whispered, “Finally” and pulled away with a playful and smug smile. I gave a soft laugh and gently scooped my hands around her head bringing it towards mine and we began making out, blending in with the crowd. \nAfter a minute the music lowered, even more, the ticking became louder, it had turned 11:59. As I looked around I saw a lot of girls getting on their knees and the guys started shifting on there feet in anticipation. I looked at her, who had also been looking around, she met my eyes and then got on her knees as well. Looking up at me with her big wide brown eyes, I felt myself becoming aroused. There was a soft chanting, from everyone in the room, “30… 29… 28….” We began to join in “20…19…” Getting louder as we approached 0. The girls started hustling forward, some even putting their hands on there man’s hips. Everyone, yelling at this point, counted “5…4…3…2…” As we yelled one, time slowed down, I looked into her eyes once again, this time waiting for her signal, consent, then she nodded. The music picked up as I pulled down my pants, whipping out my dick, without a second thought she began sucking, keeping eye contact with me. After a half a minute, the music went abruptly went quite, and she stopped. We looked around to see what was going on.\n \nWe quickly became embarrassed as we realized no one else was doing what we were, rather they were hugging and carrying each other and was now putting each other down, wondering why the music had turned off. Couples nearby were looking at us, some pointing, some recordings, a few giving thumbs up. Suddenly, making us both jump, a deep voice boomed through the speakers around us, \n“As much as we’d love the show, this isn’t ‘that’ type of party...” Feeling like deer in headlights, we didn’t move, not until the voice spoke again, “So… Please put your dick away and call a friend or an uber to pick you guys up” I embarrassingly shoved my dick in my pants, grabbed her hand, and we quickly left. \nOur faces red from embarrassment and after running away a few city blocks, we slowed down and leaned against a wall, out of breath. We looked at each other and after a moment began laughing hysterically. Through the snorting and eventual tears, we hugged each other tightly, as we drifted towards the ground. After a few minutes, we were cuddling in silence, her back against my chest, my arms hugging her close. Enjoying the faint stars and each other’s warmth in the cold winter night. We didn’t move until the sun began to rise. She looked up at me, smiled and said, “A Night to Remember.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Tomboys with out-of-character secrets
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"content": "Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Tomboys with out-of-character secrets"
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"content": "Sam's a tomboy all right - jockish, short hair, no makeup, full set of tools and knows how to use them. Jeans, t-shirt, kicks or shitkicker boots, that's her style. \n\n\nBut recently, she notices herself fantasizing about wearing, well, *women's* clothes. But not trendy stuff the other women her age wear. She's thinking about outlandish colours. Ridiulously fancy stuff, like showgirls. Like evening wear from another era. Larger than life. And the makeup and hair to go with it. And then she realizes: She doesn't want to look like a woman, she wants to look like... a *drag queen.*"
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