Author: PORNOVERSION

The Pornomatrix, Part 2 [MF]

Neo was sleeping when the words showed up on one of his computer screens.

*Wake up, Neo . . .*

He squinted. He sat up. Except for the words, the screen had gone black. He hit “ctrl-x” a few times but new letters began appearing.

“What?” he said.

First it was a “T”. Then an “H.” Neo kept inputting commands. His computer didn’t respond. Eventually it typed out:

*The Matrix has you . . .*

“What the hell?” Neo said.

He checked if his keyboard was connected. It was. He tried “ctrl-x” again but a new message printed itself on the screen.

*Follow the white rabbit.*

Neo rubbed his eyes. When he opened them his screen was still blacked out. Now the message read:

*Knock, knock, Neo.*

Neo almost jumped out of his chair. Someone was banging on the door. He looked back at the screen but it was showing the news articles he’d fallen asleep to.

Someone was still knocking on his door.

“Who is it?” Neo asked.

“It’s Choi.”

Neo unlocked his door. This took a while, and he left the chain on. A young Asian man stood on his doorstep with a few friends. Read more »

The Pornomatrix, Part 2 [Str8] [fantasy] [nc]

Neo was sleeping when the words showed up on one of his computer screens.

*Wake up, Neo . . .*

He squinted. He sat up. Except for the words, the screen had gone black. He hit “ctrl-x” a few times but new letters began appearing.

“What?” he said.

First it was a “T”. Then an “H.” Neo kept inputting commands. His computer didn’t respond. Eventually it typed out:

*The Matrix has you . . .*

“What the hell?” Neo said.

He checked if his keyboard was connected. It was. He tried “ctrl-x” again but a new message printed itself on the screen.

*Follow the white rabbit.*

Neo rubbed his eyes. When he opened them his screen was still blacked out. Now the message read:

*Knock, knock, Neo.*

Neo almost jumped out of his chair. Someone was banging on the door. He looked back at the screen but it was showing the news articles he’d fallen asleep to.

Someone was still knocking on his door.

“Who is it?” Neo asked.

“It’s Choi.”

Neo unlocked his door. This took a while, and he left the chain on. A young Asian man stood on his doorstep with a few friends. Read more »

The Pornomatrix, Part 2 [M] [Str]

Neo was sleeping when the words showed up on one of his computer screens.

*Wake up, Neo . . .*

He squinted. He sat up. Except for the words, the screen had gone black. He hit “ctrl-x” a few times but new letters began appearing.

“What?” he said.

First it was a “T”. Then an “H.” Neo kept inputting commands. His computer didn’t respond. Eventually it typed out:

*The Matrix has you . . .*

“What the hell?” Neo said.

He checked if his keyboard was connected. It was. He tried “ctrl-x” again but a new message printed itself on the screen.

*Follow the white rabbit.*

Neo rubbed his eyes. When he opened them his screen was still blacked out. Now the message read:

*Knock, knock, Neo.*

Neo almost jumped out of his chair. Someone was banging on the door. He looked back at the screen but it was showing the news articles he’d fallen asleep to.

Someone was still knocking on his door.

“Who is it?” Neo asked.

“It’s Choi.”

Neo unlocked his door. This took a while, and he left the chain on. A young Asian man stood on his doorstep with a few friends. Read more »

The Hive [Any Orientation] [BDSM] [Fantasy]

You’re lying in your cage when the sprinklers turn on. You used to jump at the cold, but that was a long time ago.

The water stops. You open the door and crawl, dripping, out of your dog cage. The voice of the hive is in your ear. It demands that you assume the position. It is a good thing you’re already on your hands and knees.

You grovel from one corner to another with your head down and your buttocks waving. The hive commands and you sit. You kneel. You roll over, and you beg. The hive wants you limber. The hive wants you wide-awake.

The hive also wants to remind you of your place, but you already knew that.

After ten minutes of crawling and reviewing your slave positions you kneel in front of the dildo on the wall. As you take it in your mouth, your lips push it backward. There’s a click as a valve opens and you get your first drink of the day.

 

Greetings, Subject 19. Welcome to the Project. Since this is your eleventh session we can skip the usual briefing and trigger entrenchment. Read more »

Amrita [BDSM] [MF] [Stat]

She was prying the jewel out of the statue’s eye when she heard footsteps coming from outside the vault.

*Shit,* she thought. It sounded like at least three guards. Big fat eunuchs with big fat clubs. And there she was, a thief with a few levels in bard.

She couldn’t fight them. She couldn’t hide. There weren’t any chests or piles of coins to burrow inside. It was one of the smaller vaults: all it had were smutty statues. Fortunately she had a plan.

She swallowed the jewel. The client had insisted she not touch it with her bare skin but there was no other way to take it with her. The plan did not involve pockets. She peeled off her clothes and put them on a mannequin. They looked strange on the mannequin (the thief was quite a bit heavier) but that wasn’t her problem anymore. She got on her knees, cupped her breasts, and bit down on a little glass pill. The potion tasted like pistachios. Read more »

Amrita [Str] [MF] [Fantasy]

She was prying the jewel out of the statue’s eye when she heard footsteps coming from outside the vault.

*Shit,* she thought. It sounded like at least three guards. Big fat eunuchs with big fat clubs. And there she was, a thief with a few levels in bard.

She couldn’t fight them. She couldn’t hide. There weren’t any chests or piles of coins to burrow inside. It was one of the smaller vaults: all it had were smutty statues. Fortunately she had a plan.

She swallowed the jewel. The client had insisted she not touch it with her bare skin but there was no other way to take it with her. The plan did not involve pockets. She peeled off her clothes and put them on a mannequin. They looked strange on the mannequin (the thief was quite a bit heavier) but that wasn’t her problem anymore. She got on her knees, cupped her breasts, and bit down on a little glass pill. The potion tasted like pistachios. Read more »

Amrita [F] [Str]

She was prying the jewel out of the statue’s eye when she heard footsteps coming from outside the vault.

*Shit,* she thought. It sounded like at least three guards. Big fat eunuchs with big fat clubs. And there she was, a thief with a few levels in bard.

She couldn’t fight them. She couldn’t hide. There weren’t any chests or piles of coins to burrow inside. It was one of the smaller vaults: all it had were smutty statues. Fortunately she had a plan.

She swallowed the jewel. The client had insisted she not touch it with her bare skin but there was no other way to take it with her. The plan did not involve pockets. She peeled off her clothes and put them on a mannequin. They looked strange on the mannequin (the thief was quite a bit heavier) but that wasn’t her problem anymore. She got on her knees, cupped her breasts, and bit down on a little glass pill. The potion tasted like pistachios. Read more »

The Pornomatrix [MF] [MM]

*Somewhere in the Matrix, a phone rang.*

*”Yeah?” he said.*

*”Is everything in place?” she asked.*

*”You weren’t supposed to relieve me,” he said.*

*”I know, but I felt like taking a shift.”*

*He almost laughed. “You like him, don’t you? You like watching him.”*

*”Don’t be ridiculous.”*

*”We’re going to get him killed,” he said. “Do you understand that? He’s going to die just like the others.”*

*”Oneira believes that he is the One.”*

*”Do you?”*

*”I . . . it doesn’t matter what I believe.”*

*”You don’t, do you?” he said.*

*”If you have something to say, I suggest you say it to Oneira.”*

*”I intend to, believe me.* ***Someone*** *has to.”*

*Somewhere in the Machine City, a number fell into place.*

*”Did you hear that?” she asked. “Are you sure this line is clean?”*

*”Yeah, ‘course I’m sure.”*

*”I better go,” she said.*

 

The police officers advanced down the darkened hallway. There were four of them, with weapons drawn. The hotel had been abandoned after a fire and there were shadowy burn marks wherever they pointed their lights. The call had been traced to Room 303. The biggest cop kicked in the door and they rushed in behind their guns. Read more »

The Pornomatrix [F] [Str]

*Somewhere in the Matrix, a phone rang.*

*”Yeah?” he said.*

*”Is everything in place?” she asked.*

*”You weren’t supposed to relieve me,” he said.*

*”I know, but I felt like taking a shift.”*

*He almost laughed. “You like him, don’t you? You like watching him.”*

*”Don’t be ridiculous.”*

*”We’re going to get him killed,” he said. “Do you understand that? He’s going to die just like the others.”*

*”Oneira believes that he is the One.”*

*”Do you?”*

*”I . . . it doesn’t matter what I believe.”*

*”You don’t, do you?” he said.*

*”If you have something to say, I suggest you say it to Oneira.”*

*”I intend to, believe me.* ***Someone*** *has to.”*

*Somewhere in the Machine City, a number fell into place.*

*”Did you hear that?” she asked. “Are you sure this line is clean?”*

*”Yeah, ‘course I’m sure.”*

*”I better go,” she said.*

 

The police officers advanced down the darkened hallway. There were four of them, with weapons drawn. The hotel had been abandoned after a fire and there were shadowy burn marks wherever they pointed their lights. The call had been traced to Room 303. The biggest cop kicked in the door and they rushed in behind their guns. Read more »

The Shapeshifter [F] [ANY]

Inspired by [this post](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/comments/6c3sk7/a_shapeshifter_suffers_a_massive_head_injury/dhroz6j/) in r/WritingPrompts

 

I couldn’t recognize my face in the mirror. It was like looking through smoke.

It wasn’t the mirror’s fault. It was old and dirty, like everything else in the shack. Dust like raindrops spattered the mirror’s surface and the silver underneath was turning black. But the glass was whole and there was plenty of light. It’s just that my face kept changing.

I stood in front of the mirror, naked. How long had I been standing there? Ten minutes? Ten hours?

Why couldn’t I remember my name?

Once again my hands traced their way from my crotch to my belly. They stroked between my breasts and settled on my face. And when I took my hands away, I was someone new

My fingers touched a sore spot on the back of my head. I flinched, but the scalp had closed up. My skull felt like it was whole again.

When I’d pulled myself out of that burning car, I didn’t look as good. I was at the bottom of a cliff, a hundred feet down from a mountain road and a busted guard rail. Read more »