Working the clay [MF][fantasy]

Dear Arcani

I know you’ve been asking around about my drastically diminished output of, as you so lovingly call them, overpriced doorstoppers. And while we have our disagreements when it comes to art and whatever you call those paint splashes you make on canvas, I do feel that you deserve an explanation.

As you know my pieces stopped appearing on the market around the summer solstice, but truth be told my drop in productivity began a few weeks prior when I experienced a series of thefts. 4 over a two week period to be exact, each occurring when the mixture of my base clay was nearing completion, and each theft stealing all the clay I had been preparing to work with.

They were admittedly more annoying than costly, the thefts I mean, it wasn’t like the base clay being stolen was expensive, it just took a while to prepare. Honestly there were far more valuable things in my studio, even if, like you, the thief considered my work of little value. I keep in my studio valuable tools of my trade, so the theft of the clay but none of my tools left me puzzled and admittedly intrigued.

In search of a good place to sleep [MF][Fantasy]

The stories about the cold horror in the mountains went back generations, and for generations it had been little more than superstitious tales to explain the odd missing sheep or failed crop. Why would it be any different this time? Well, the odd missing sheep had turned to a dozen sheep in a scant 2 weeks, and the failed crop had been found frozen solid in the morning sun.

So the call had gone out to adventurers hoping to make a name for themselves, knights with the valor to defend the weak and whoever might be willing to risk life and limb for coin. That was how Karth had ended up there, even if he wasn’t entirely sure which group he fell into. He had been bunked in with the other temporary guards that had been hired to help provide security for the spring equinox festival when the word had gone out and had left immediately. The life of a city guard had been suffocating him and the allure of a bit of fame, renown and enough coin to keep him out of the bed bug infested cheap inns or cramped guard houses had been too much to pass up.

The king and queen of the skies [MF][fantasy]

“Just a few hundred meters more.” Mara noted to herself as she tossed the grappling hook up over the next branch and activated the small Brachydios slime powered motor to pull hers up the wire. Even with the small machine doing most of the heavy lifting she was still sore from the climb, and as she reached the next branch and pulled herself onto it she allowed herself a break. Mara reached into her pack and started snacking on a dry ration as she peaked down to where she had come from.

The island was splayed out over a full kilometer and a half below her, massive old trees looking like bits of broccoli from her vantage point. She pulled out her binoculars and scanned the world below for the small moving figures the islands massive denizens became from a vantage point this high up. Mara turned her binoculars upwards as she finished the ration and looked for the true aim of her expedition, the unique beings said to live in at the tip of the world’s tallest tree.

Seducing the paladin [FF][Fantasy]

”We’ve been on the road for two weeks, you’ve gotta give me something.” The sorceress said as she studied her travel companion in the light of the camp fire.

“There’s not much to tell you don’t already know, I’m a faithful follower of Paletius and I’m here to protect you.” The young paladin noted looking out into the darkness, watching for threats no doubt.

“We’ll I’ve been reading up on Paletius, and from my research gather he is all about gathering and sharing information right?” The sorceress began innocently, laying the groundwork she was going to build her case on.

“Of course, that’s why I’m escorting you.” The paladin noted stoically. “It’s an honor to get to explore the lost library of Proudstone with a researcher as prolific as you.”

“Yes yes.” The sorceress dismissed the praise with a wave of her hand. “But part of the duty of every follower of Paletius is also to spread his light isn’t it? Revealing truth to the ignorant.”

“I suppose so.” The paladin said hesitantly. “That is mostly the domain of the lightbringers though and I’m a-“

My girlfriend possessed the office beauty [MF]

**[WP] Your girlfriend learns how to possess the bodies of your hot co-workers.**

Mike watched her type her way through the report, it was agonizingly slow, hunting and pecking for each key press in that infuriatingly lovable way she always did at home. Only that wasn’t her, that was Olivia at home, his Olive-branch when the red wine had been poured generously. This was Natasha, the adamant professionally efficient top marketing agent of the entire firm. Natasha had been doing twice the work of anyone else since being hired and had silenced every accusation of only getting the job due to her body when she landed the firm the biggest client they had had on a 3 year contract. She was a charismatic when she needed to be, but professionally unapproachable most of the time, especially when her fingers were dancing across the keyboard at 80 words per minute, and yet here she was, tapping at the keyboard with the speed of a snail on sleeping pills.

Experimental medicine [F][mast]

Farah watched her bosses argue behind the class doors as she waited patiently at the secretary’s desk, the secretary had left before Farah got there so she couldn’t exactly make an appointment. She sat down on the small chair by the wall and casting a quick glance around to make sure she wasn’t being watched reached behind the desk and took another of the small mints. They were honestly not exactly great mints, they were pretty bad actually, but she had had to skip lunch and with only half an hour till she got off she was starving.

She crunched away at the mint as she watched her bosses argue, something about ethics she thought, but it was hard to hear through the glass. Couldn’t be the first time people had had to wait, not if the size of that mint jar was anything to go by. She had probably had a dozen now and it had barely made a dent. She snuck another one in her mouth and wondered how long it was going to be when the doors finally slammed open.

Playful pleasure [FM]

”I’m home.” Brigit announced as she stepped into the apartment and put down the grocery bags. “You would not believe how windy it is out there.” She said as she undid her scarf and hung it up next to the door.

“I hope you didn’t get blown completely off track.” The reply came back.

“Somehow I managed.” Brigit laughed as she hung up her jacket as well. “How are things going here?”

“Slowly, but I’m making progress.”

“Well it’s going the right way then.” Brigit smiled as she kicked off her shoes and undid her pants. She hung the pants up next to the scarf and slipped her panties off as well, hanging them up with the pants too. “Are you hungry?” She asked as she plucked down the short skirt and slipped it on, feeling the warm pleasant air warm her body up slowly.

“Not exactly starving.” He replied as she grabbed the bags again and carried them into the kitchen.

“A bit of a snack before I start on dinner then?”

“That sounds good.”

“Alright I’ll be right there.” She smiled as she unloaded the groceries.

Skipping school [MM]

**[WP]You decide to skip school, as you come home you see your dad’s boss car parked nearby and hear moans coming from the house….**

I admit I was curious but I couldn’t exactly walk in, they would know I was skipping school. I took the bike around the back and hid it in my usual spot behind the bush. I could just barely spot some movement through one of the windows but I took my shot and darted for the treehouse, darting up to safety fast as a squirrel. My heart was pounding from the excitement as I took cover and listened carefully to hear if I’d been discovered. No angry yelling or concerned: “Michael, what are you doing home from school?” I was in the clear. With a grin I took my bag off and searched around my secret stashes for snacks, score, a pack of biscuits not even a week old yet!

A monster hunter makes a feline alliance [F][fantasy]

”As many times as we go here this place never stops being revolting.” The hunter muttered beneath the helmet and pulled a boot out of what might just be monster excrement if luck was on their side. “Whoever named this place the rotten vale really hit the nail on the head so let’s get out of here as soon as we can right champ?”

The hunter’s trusty Palico didn’t respond, just inspected the desolate landscape from the top of an old rib cage.

“Find any sign of them?” The hunter asked and kneeled down next to the small feline as the Palico pointed at a carving half covered in dirt and worse on a massive discarded old bone. “Alright let’s see if its enough for the scoutflies to get a scent through this stench.” The hunter noted and waded over to the bone and dug the carving free. “Looks kind of like you.” The hunter noted back to the Palico that looked on from the rib still. With a private smirk the hunter held forth the scoutfly cage and the small glowing critters buzzed around the carving of a feline creature for a few moments before taking off. “We’ve got a scent, let’s go!” The hunter called with renewed excitement and took off running after the flies.

It is better to breed for the emperor than lust for yourself [MF][sci-fi] [Warhammer40K]

”It is over fowl witch.” Paladin Xionius exclaimed as he tore his sword from the chest of the last of the warp spawn. “My brothers may have fallen but the emperor will works through my blade and your filth will be torn from this world.” He raised his sword as he spoke pointing it at the robed figure at the altar.

“You are a foolish pawn paladin, the emperor is a child playing at godhood, my master shall never allow my defeat.” The cultists claimed as she let the robe fall onto the cold stone floor and revealed herself. She was almost as tall as the paladin himself, but where the god emperor had made him sturdy and powerful, the powers of her twisted god had made her slender and beautiful. Her skin was pale and flawless and fully revealed in her nakedness, her long limbs moving gracefully as she stepped towards the paladin. Beautiful breasts bounced ever so slightly as she approached and wetness dripped from her sex beneath the bush of hair there. “Slaneesh is a true god and his will be done.” She smiled as she stopped a few steps from the paladin.