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Gene Therapy Part II [Sci-fi][MF][anal]

Jason pushed the lid open slowly, releasing a plume of wispy cool air. He could feel the chill on his fingers as he reached inside. His eyes never quite left Laura’s face. She looked nervous, and perhaps a bit curious. Jason grasped the rounded end of a vial and slid it into his palm, before giving the chilly tube a cursory glance: *201U9H.* He slid it back into place. *Not what he was looking for.*

Laura swept her fingers through her hair every few seconds as she waited. Her lips parted, she sighed and hummed but said nothing.

“Just looking for something—” Jason said reassuringly. He glanced at another vial before returning it to the case.

“—GOOD,” he exclaimed as he finally pulled the vial labeled “A1V18L” into his palm.

He placed the vial on the table, taking special care not to damage the delicate mechanized injection-ready cap.

“Did you plan on participating in one trial?” Jason asked, “More?”

The tip of Laura’s ruby-painted thumbnail found its way into her mouth. She nibbled it nervously while staring down at the lengthy tube of yellowish liquid sitting on the table. Read more »

[Constructive Criticism][Work-shopping][MF][fiction] Giving Quinn a chance [part II]

As promised Kyle went to pick Quinn up from her and her roommates’ house at 7:30 on the dot. Since they exchanged numbers last night, she had probably sent upwards of 40 messages. Most were memes or some variation of the heart emoji. Kyle hardly replied. He was actually starting to second guess the whole thing when he heard his car door open.

“Good evening, lover!” Quinn greeted him cheerfully.

Kyle forced himself to smile, “Hey Quinn.”

She decided to show up to their date in loose fuzzy-cotton plaid pajama bottoms, and a tight-fitting faded Wonder-Woman t-shirt. Her hair was brushed back and pulled into a long french-braid. She looked cheery and cute, but it obvious she wasn’t really trying to impress. Kyle wore a simple pair of jeans and a polo shirt, it wasn’t dressy by any means but he still felt it was more effort than she afforded him.

Kyle started the car, and Quinn latched around his free arm, pulling his hand onto her thigh and nuzzling her cheek against his shoulder, “You’re so amazing,” she whispered.

Kyle sighed, it all felt so wrong. Read more »

[Constructive Criticism][Work-shopping][MF][anal][ass to mouth][fiction] Giving Quinn a chance

**Disclaimer:** This story does contain some coprophilia (dirty ass to mouth) if you’re not into that please don’t read. If you do decide to read it and have any suggestions to improve my writing, please let me know.
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He could feel Quinn staring at him again. He didn’t even have to look up to know. He could feel her eyes burning a hole through his sweater. It was two days before finals, but somehow they had the whole print studio to themselves.

Kyle grumbled to himself. He had all but finished his final project; a set of art-books showcasing local street artists and their graffiti, all he had left was the binding. It was no surprise Quinn was there. She had always been low effort, low effort in a way that seemed like she was trying really hard not to care. She was cute though even with her hippy-dippy-punk-aesthetic; septum piercing, gauged ears, tattoos, and all. She wasn’t tiny, but she was small, maybe 5’3, if he had to guess. Her face was round with cute, delicate features, and she had the cutest set of dimples. Beneath her thick (but surprisingly well-manicured) brows nestled a set of beautiful emerald green eyes. Her dirty blonde hair (which she naturally elected to dye streaks of hot pink throughout) fell almost to the middle of her back. Her chest was small, swelling just slightly pasted her ribcage, and while her hips were kind of trim, her ass was round, perky, and squeezably thick. Kyle had always considered himself an ass-man, and Quinn’s ass was simply mouthwatering, the only drawback was it was attached to Quinn. Read more »

From the Print Studio Part 1 [Exposition] [Planned: MF, Anal, Fantasy]

**Disclaimer:** This is just part one of a two-part story. Unless heavily protested this story will contain some coprophilia (dirty ass to mouth) and maybe some anal creampie swallowing (as long as it isn’t too gross) in part two.

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He could feel Quinn staring at him again. He didn’t even have to look up to know. He could feel her eyes burning a hole through his sweater. It was two days before finals, but somehow they had the whole print studio to themselves.

Kyle grumbled to himself. He had all but finished his final project; a set of art-books showcasing local street artists and their graffiti, all he had left was the binding. It was no surprise Quinn was there. She had always been low effort, low effort in a way that seemed like she was trying really hard not to care. She was cute though even with her hippy-dippy-punk-aesthetic; septum piercing, gauged ears, tattoos, and all. She wasn’t tiny, but she was small, maybe 5’3, if he had to guess. Her face was round with cute, delicate features, and she had the cutest set of dimples. Beneath her thick (but surprisingly well-manicured) brows nestled a set of beautiful emerald green eyes. Her dirty blonde hair (which she naturally elected to dye streaks of hot pink throughout) fell almost to the middle of her back. Her chest was small, swelling just slightly pasted her ribcage, and while her hips were kind of trim, her ass was round, perky, and squeezably thick. Kyle had always considered himself an ass-man, and Quinn’s ass was simply mouthwatering, the only drawback was it was attached to Quinn. Read more »

Captive [MF][anal][some minor world-building]

Constructive Criticism is appreciated.

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“Contact.” Lieutenant Massey heard the whisper-scream come from somewhere down the line. “Contact. Contact.” Another voice repeated. He dove behind a nearby tree. There was a sharp whooshing sound. Scarcely a sound at all, followed by a gurgling scream and shouts for a medic.

Massey shrugged his waiting rifle off his shoulder, wrapped the sling taut around his knuckles, and pulled the buttstock to the pocket of his shoulder. His fingers tightening around the grip, and he took a calm deep breath. In the distance, he could hear the crack of small arms fire. The sound echoed off the trees. A sharp electric pop passed by his ear. He swore he could feel the heat of it as it passed. He took another deep breath and drove forward. His body only hung in the air moment, before his hip and knee, and elbows crashed hard into the dirt and stones below.

“Return fire!” the lieutenant roared.

As soon as Massey’s voice rang out the order, the forest rattled with the exchanging gunfire. His finger found the trigger on his rifle, and he felt the weapon kick as he sent a round downrange. Read more »

Julie (Part 3) [ Fantasy | Monster | Anal | Bad Ending | Arkham inspired Horror | nc]

**Part 3**

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She felt faint, and her vision was blurring, but she could hear soft chanting coming from somewhere in the dark. The was something else out there she could feel it approaching. Her skin prickled. She could see a massive shadow moving toward them from the dark.

All the previous men were tall, but this figure was taller still. The men were gone, chanting in the shadows, somewhere out of sight, save the ugly man below her. He was pumping into her more vigorously than he had before, a corkscrew motion that delightfully stirred her insides as she crashed against him.

The thing that approached was an eerie distraction, she had all but forgotten about him as the thing came into view.

It was a beast of merle grey and amaranth, like ash and ink. Cloaked in smoldering shadow. her vision blurred whole sections of it. She felt dizzy as it stepped closer. It was difficult to see much of anything at all, as it was so shrouded in darkness, but what she could see terrified her. Its musculature was strange, not like anything that evolved on earth. Its torso was too long and with too many ribs stretching its oily flesh. Read more »

Julie (Part 2) [MMMMMF | GangBang | Arkham inspired Horror | nc]

**Part 2**

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“Hello?” She called out soft and faint as a whisper.

One of them let out a heavy exhalation, before chuckling quietly to himself. A few of the figures turned to their noisy counterpart and sort of huffed, and then there was silence. She almost laughed herself. This might have been just an elaborate prank. She hoped it was, but then the men began murmuring.

Their voices low, mumbling in some nonsense language. The same phrase occurring every few words, like a prayer in a harsh tongue forward speech. Their voices were a collective deep hum. She could hear it again and then again, some words and then “ɨռǟ ɛȶʊȶɨ ǟֆɮʊ… ֆǟ ֆɦɨ.”

She sat up, suddenly aware of her nakedness, but made no effort to shield herself. “*Sa shi?*” She repeated curiously.

One of the figures turned abruptly to face her and she went silent.

She found her skin was suddenly terribly sensitive. She swore she could feel every particle of dust in the musky cool air, tingling her skin. There was a strange warmth in the pit of her stomach as if at moment she could spontaneously combust. Read more »

Julie [Exposition] [Planned: MMMMMF | GangBang | Bad Ending | Arkham inspired Horror | nc]

Disclaimer: Any resemblance of characters or situations, be it fictional or nonfictional within the context of this story is unintentional. I have never written anything like this before so bear with me. The nature of the story does not necessarily reflect any personal desires on my part, it’s just an experiment with macabre vicariousness and nothing more. Please keep in mind it’s just a story, and if you’re not into horror please don’t get invested.

Lastly, a special thanks to u/Eiras_Erotica for work-shopping some ideas with me.

**Part 1**

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Julie had noticed Mark checking her out on more than one occasion. He was hardly even slick about it. She was the “cute-girl” in the office. Her long curly brown hair, big brown doe-eyes, and dimpled cheeks earned her, her fair share of attention around the office. However, unlike most guys, Mark followed her around like a puppy and he seemed especially enamored with her ass. Truthfully, most of the office was, men and women alike stole glances at her it －she was skinny, and it was admittedly large and jiggly for a girl her size－ but Mark was really into it, not in a creepy way, it was just so often he seemed hypnotized when she walked by. She found it endearing, really. Read more »

A deal at the Crossroads Part 2 [MF, Anal, Fantasy, suggested mind-control, ass to mouth]

**Disclaimer:** Again just to warn people; this story contains mild coprophilia (dirty ass to mouth), it is also (probably) pretty descriptive. If that absolutely grosses you out please do not read this story. If you hate the story for any other reason please let me know. I do want to improve my writing.
 

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The Servant was waiting, and he unshackled his trousers at the sight of her. His slacks slid straight down from his waist and into the dirt. He stepped free of them as he walked towards her. The spirit clearly had no use for underwear, his half-swollen cock swung free the moment he dropped-trou, it was a great monstrous thing, like a thick cucumber with a vein thicker than her little finger, stemming from the truck of it all the way up to the bulbous head.

She was shocked that he could’ve hidden such a thing in those slim-fitting trousers. She was in such a trance she barely heard the Servant words as he stood before her. “Are your ready, Lil’ Miss?” he asked.

“O-o-oh, holy shit…” she stammered, “hmmm, Y-yes?” she answered a little unsure. Read more »