Author: AlexisEllison

Wonderland in Alice (Part 1: Down the Hole) [FF][first][Fairy Tale] (X-post from /r/AlexisEllison)

*All in this golden afternoon,*
*The sun was oh so hot.*
*So some stay fully dressed and warm,*
*And others, gladly not.*

*The Red Queen had just begun,*
*When the Knave began to swoon.*
*In Wonderland some stay too long,*
*And others come to soon.*

**Chapter 1: Down the Hole**

The sun shimmered off the water’s gently flowing surface, directly into Alice’s eyes. She sat next to her sister along the bank of the river, the forest doing an excellent job of being green and perfect, and it was absolutely boring Alice.

“Nothing ever seems to happen here,” she sighed, falling dramatically backwards and staring up at the sky. Even that was a perfect blue. “Everything’s always green and blue and perfect.”

Her sister kept her nose buried in the book she was reading. Even still, Alice could hear a small amount of exasperation in her voice. “Oh, Alice. I’ve never heard anyone complain about anything being perfect.”

“Well it is,” she insisted, taking another bite of bread and jam. “And just once I would like something exciting to happen.”

“Mmmhmm,” came the reply. Read more »

The Neighbor’s Sugar [MFF, First] [Xpost from /r/AlexisEllison]

My husband, Dylan, was a hard man to shop for. Or maybe it was just that I always put too much pressure on myself to make any special occasion perfect.

The first time we celebrated his birthday together, we were just dating. I spent months trying to come up with the perfect gift. I had been completely broke then, so I saved my pennies until I could afford a beautiful watch. It was a fitting symbol for the years we planned to spend together but, sadly, it broke just after the warranty ran out.

His birthday was now just around the corner, and I had worked myself up into my usual panicked frenzy, trying to find the gift that could top the last one. He always told me not to worry about it- that he would be happy just spending time together. But it was something that I couldn’t help, and probably wouldn’t even if I could. So, as usual when I was stuck on a particularly difficult problem, I called in my partner-in-crime and my cool-headed confidant: our neighbor Stefanie. Read more »

“Oh, No! We Forgot our Uniforms!” [Group]

When you hear the siren, you don’t hesitate. There’s no time to worry about your hair or makeup, and the enemy doesn’t care if you’re ready. You just grab your rifle and rush to your assigned position- that’s how it works.

But things had been quiet lately in the region. I wouldn’t exactly call it ‘peace,’ but it was a nice change from what it had been when we first got there. Perhaps I had gotten a little bit too complacent for my own good. Maybe I shouldn’t have dropped off all of my uniforms at the camp’s laundry service in preparation for my three-day pass. Maybe I shouldn’t have locked up the few civilian clothes that I hadn’t mailed ahead, aside from the clingy black dress that was ill-suited for combat. I really didn’t have an excuse- it was entirely my fault. But at least I wasn’t alone; my bunk-mate did the same exact thing. They say great minds think alike. I think it was pretty clear that we were very far from being great minds, but we certainly did think alike. Read more »

Completely His [BDSM]

My name is Melanie Saunders, and I belong to my Master- completely, totally and without reservation. I serve him, and in return he keeps me safe and warm from the storms of life. It’s a beautiful thing.

My life wasn’t always this way, of course. At one time, I would have bristled at thought of being told what to do by anyone. And, at one time, I felt that the idea of ‘serving’ was best left to college dropouts and failed actors. I was brash, habitually offensive and innately foolish. But my beloved Master taught me a better way to live; he made me a better person. And it all started the moment that I gave him my everything. But that was a long time ago, and it had been one hell of a journey since then. At the same time he was breaking down both my resistance and my body, he was building me up into something so much greater. He played my body like a finely-tuned instrument- just as well as he did with my mind. The creature that emerged was beautiful. I can see that now, for the first time. I’m beautiful. And he helped me see that. Read more »

Who Watches the Witches? [F][Magic]

The moment Jessica woke up, she knew that something was very, very wrong. Although she was still only a novice witch, she recognized the paralyzing effects of magic when she felt it.
She could also tell that the magic wasn’t malicious or even harmful; it wasn’t a mind control spell or anything of the sort. It was more of a harmless prank, likely perpetrated by one of the young warlocks from the dorm across the way. They were always doing things like that. The non-magic world had panty raids and peeping toms; the magic world had sexually-infused spells and remote viewing.

Such was the life of a young witch.

This particular spell was a favorite of the freshman classes. It was really quite clever- a combination of two existing concepts that they were just being introduced to at that point in the curriculum. Every year, they’d discover it, thinking they were incredibly clever for figuring it out. It the faculty knew, they turned a blind eye. And the witches never seemed to complain. Read more »

The Complete Corruption of Cuddles the Clown [M+F] [Reluc]

Unlike that of my philosophical cousin, the rodeo clown, my life was joyous and filled with the laughter of others. I was a clown, and loved nothing more than performing for others. It had started as a part time gig to pay my tuition, but I realized that I loved it. I loved it more than anything.

I was accustomed to getting calls at the last minute. One person forgets to hire an entertainer for a birthday party; another person changes the venue and needs to find something more appropriate for the new location. It happens, and I had to be flexible. I didn’t mind- I really didn’t have much else going on anyways. But this call was extremely last minute, and the woman on the other end of the line was obviously panicked.

“Hello, my friend gave me your number- you’re an entertainer, right?”

“Yes, ma’am,” I answered. “I-”

The woman didn’t let me finish. “Yeah, good. Are you available tonight?”

Tonight? I thought to myself. I did have plans, but my finances would hardly allow me to turn down a paying gig. Clowning may have been a passion, but it really didn’t pay very well. “Of course,” I smiled through the phone line. “What time?” Read more »