The Hero Has But One Weakness (TLoZ) [FM] [build-up] [femdom] [male focus]

*As Link and Zelda explore Hyrule on a scientific mission, Link’s combat abilities start to suffer. What could be wrong with the hero?*

 

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The Princess was on her knees, staring into the water. A soft but forceful wind blew over a sunny day in Hyrule. The Knight stood watch, as the Princess rolled up her right sleeve, and positioned her hand above the water, ready to grab her specimen should it present itself. She and her father-mandated escort had been traveling for the past week, exploring all manner of things that the princess had previously only read about within the safety of Hyrule Castle. The Knight had already proven himself in a fight with several Yiga clan members, but he was a terrible conversationalist, and had seemingly no scientific acumen.

 

She spotted the target of one of numerous studies she wanted to conduct on her trip, and her hand dove into the water.

 

“Got one!” She exclaimed, standing and turning towards Link, who looked back at her skeptically. “This species can augment your ability to hold your breath for extended periods of time.” She said, with her posh royal accent. Link smiled slightly and crossed his arms.

It’s Not Funny, It’s a Matter of Survival [MF] [big orc mommy gf] [fantasy-ish]

*A young man with a terminal illness freezes himself in the hope that a future technology could treat him, but finds himself having to do strange things to survive.*

 

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The first few hours after waking up were faint and dizzy, almost like a fugue state. I was cold to the core, I stumbled through the forest naked, glancing at the occasional building that remained just barely standing among the ruins. My vision was blurry, and I had to clutch my sides as I shivered and waited for the thankfully abundant sunlight to warm me up.

 

I don’t know how long I was wandering, but when I finally became lucid, I panicked. It was all for nothing – I gave up my life, put myself in cryo-sleep, lost everything in the hopes that someone in the future could help me where my family’s money and influence failed. But there were no doctors or descendants to welcome me to the future, there was nothing left. As far as I could tell, I could easily be the last human alive, just some 18 year old kid with a terminal illness.

 

Green Skies, MO [mff] [comedy] [plot-oriented] [voy]

*Story Description: In a small isolated town, a group of highschool seniors begin noticing strange new behavior among themselves and their classmates.*

 

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“Hey Mike. What are you doing out here at the park?” Jane asked as she came upon Mike, who was sitting on a bench.

 

“Eh, you know.” Mike said abruptly.

 

“Parents fighting again?” Jane asked.

 

“Well, not so much as fighting as staying completely silent while sitting in same room.” Mike said. “I don’t know, I just had to get out of there. What are you doing, out for a run?”

 

“Yep, want some water?” Jane offered her water bottle.

 

“Uh…” Mike started to say.

 

“Oh yeah, forgot, germophobe.” Jane said. “How are you ever gonna kiss a girl if you’re a germophobe? And what are you going to do once we’re in college?” Jane teased.

 

“There are more important things in life, like well-boiled water.” Mike said.

 

“Alright, well, see you later. The sun’s setting, you should get home soon.” Jane said, and jogged away.

One of the Boys [mt (ftm-trans)] [reluctance]

*Disclaimer: this story features a FTM-transgender main character interacting with people who ignore or otherwise disrespect that status, and it’s not a story meant to accurately depict what it’s like to be trans. I don’t condone this behavior in real life. If you don’t want to read about it, you’ve been warned.*

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“*You* want to be on the football team?” The principle asked incredulously.

 

“Yes!” I quickly and angrily responded.

 

“Ooo-kay, why are you talking to me about it?”

 

“Because the coaches won’t let me sign up for the team because I’m still marked as a girl in the school system, despite the past month of requesting it be changed.”

 

“Err, well, my office hasn’t received any requests for that. It’s also, highly irregular. To be frank, I’m not even sure how I would do that.” The old man said.

 

“I’m sure you’ll figure it out.” I said with a biting attitude.

 

“Young La-” The principle cleared his throat. “Young man, what makes you think you walk into my office and tell me what to do?”

Cold-blooded [MF] [tentacles]

It’s sharp, black, little legs carefully traversed the white tiled floor. I always liked to consider how out of it’s element it must be, a small 8-legged creature in a human’s world. They’re really quite interesting, their legs are powered by hydraulics you know? Practically alien little creatures.

 

“Oh shit bro, a spider!” A fellow student passing by my desk said.

 

*STOMP.* And now it’s dead. Half it’s corpse on some kid’s shoe, half on the shiny laminate tile of the biology lab.

 

The thought of that spider stayed with me for a while as I walked across campus to calculus II, avoiding the patches of ice around campus. What was waiting for me was a much cuter curiosity, another living being clearly out of her element, a classmate wearing an over-sized coat, ear muffs and dark blue jeans tucked into her wool socks.

 

It had been half a semester of sitting one row to the right and one desk behind this girl, and she had never spoken, seemingly never done anything. She didn’t even take notes, which is pretty ballsy for Calc II. Not even I’m that irresponsible.

Who cares dude? Let’s just fuck. CHAPTER 3 [MF(uta)F(uta)] [spitroast] [cum swallowing] [anal]

*Chapter 3: Full cock, no stars*
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“So anyway, I was just heading to my car when this clerk stops me, and goes like, what do you think you’re doing, bro?” Jules went on with her story.

 

We were sitting around a bonfire, me and Jules sitting on a hanging porch bench and Val sitting in a lawn chair on the other side of the fire. I had always heard people like bonfires, but I never really understood why. I guess I get it. Jules was holding me close to her with one arm around my shoulder and a beer in the other hand, a cooler was to the side of the bench just filled with beers.

 

“So the clerk is like, ‘I know you’re shoplifting, you’re not even trying to hide it!’ And I legit have no idea what she’s talking about. And she only gets angrier at me and starts yelling, and then she points at my dick and tells me to take it out and put it back!” Jules and Val broke out into laughter.

 

“So what did you do?” Val said, struggling to hold in her laughter.

Who cares dude? Let’s just fuck. CHAPTER 2 [MF(uta)] [blowjob] [lots of cum]

*Chapter 2: Intensity Propensity*
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It’s hard to describe the unique bliss of being spent, used, and left on that counter. The surface of the counter-top had warmed up and was no longer cold to the touch; and my legs and dick hung off the side towards the floor. My torso couldn’t quite fit on the counter, and I had to tilt my head to the side in order to rest it. I was just sitting there, completely naked, in more ways than one.

 

I honestly, really couldn’t move if you put a gun to my head. I was tired, spent, aching inside and out. Jules had gone and just left me here, I guess she figured that I would be fine and totally not wiped out by the absolute reaming she gave me. To tell you the truth though, I was laughing. I had spent my whole life avoiding any kind of public situation that could lead to embarrassment, and yet, here I was; I could feel the cum dripping down from my ass, slowly leaking and dripping down my dick. Anyone who walked in would see me in the most embarrassing moment of my life, and yet, it also felt like the best moment of my entire existence. I could feel myself just smiling and drooling like an idiot.

Who cares dude? Let’s just fuck. [MF(uta)]

Living alone in a small apartment with nothing but a bed and a computer will drive you insane. I’m a bit of an introvert and even somewhat anti-social, but eventually even someone like me was going crazy and had to get some kinda excuse to get out of the house everyday… in my own way.

 

Going to the gym was a great solution. I’ve never been the strongest of guys, in fact I’m downright scrawny. There was only one problem: other people. There was an obvious solution to that: go to the gym at a time when no one else would, something like 4AM. And so, I altered my routine to go to bed at 8PM, wake-up at 4, and drive to the gym. I would be able to get a bit stronger while not interacting with people. Simple, quick, easy.

 

And for the first few days, my plan was going perfectly. I would show up the gym, swipe my access fob, and get in 30 minutes of lifting. No one was ever there when I arrived, no one ever came in. It was like I owned the place, and I didn’t have to get anxious about anyone judging me or trying to talk to me.

Quarantined in the Dorms, and The Ensuing Chaos [orgy] [cum] [Males/females]

Hello,

 

What follows is the story behind what happened to the floor you are now likely walking through; I don’t know if you’re a contractor, a janitor, a police officer, or the fucking Dean of the university. I thought that, given the absolute depravity of the state we’ve left the dorm after being trapped up here for 3 months, you deserve at least to know what happened. Good luck with it.

 

When I got the email just as I was stressing for a midterm, my dumb ass was laughing and clapping. The Dean was cancelling college for the rest of the semester, and there was nothing to do but chill in the dorms and relax. That elation didn’t last very long once I got the second email, about my dorm building in particular, which apparently was stricken with the strain way more than any other part of campus. You wouldn’t know judging by my floor of the dorm, everything seemed fine for the most part, other than the odd stockpiling of toilet paper.

 

Every One of Her [MF] [orgy] [foreplay] [romantic]

“So what are you going to do about her?” I laughed in the loud atmosphere of the restaurant. We had long since finished eating on our first date, and surprisingly we had been talking and having a really good time.

 

“I don’t know, she’s so toxic right now. I’m just glad she plays on the other team when we play soccer.” She laughed, shaking her head.

 

I could not believe my luck – to think that *this* girl is on tinder. A young college student, athlete, beautiful and graceful blonde like her. She was that special kind of girl, the one who catches your eye because of her beauty, not because of her assets. Of course she had those too.

 

“You know, I gotta tell you, this is going way better than it usually does for me.” She said.

 

“Yeah, I feel the same way.” I said.

 

She just kind of looked at me for a second, smiling. I noticed that the restaurant had quieted down somewhat. Some staff walked around, closing the blinds, and I had the weird realization that there were no men in the restaurant. I could’ve sworn I saw some in here earlier. Maybe they all left for some reason? The restaurant went dark, and staff lit candles at every table.