Author: thepracticeshorts

Across Black Seas of Infinity 03 [MF] [nc] [cosmic horror]

*Author’s note: Please start with part 1 (link in the comments). Warning: this chapter is pretty dark and contains some non-consent elements.*

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Pekid moonlight cast a sickly pall over Miskatonic University and Abigail shut it out with the thick curtains of her dorm room. Her roommate Maria was staying with her boyfriend tonight, and this would be Abigail’s best chance to investigate the tome that Professor Armitage had lent her; hopefully it contained some information about the mysterious Knife that had taken over her life two weeks ago. Pickman dormitory was quiet — most students were out eating, drinking, partying… drowning their minds in banality of existence. She longed to return to that life.

Abigail would have preferred to read the tome under the bright sun of a clear New England afternoon, but privacy was hard to come by… and she wanted a chance to investigate the leather volume without supervision by Professor Ward or Victoria. Sharing with Victoria the memory of her first orgasm had been embarrassing enough already, and who knew what this tome contained? Read more »

Across Black Seas of Infinity 02 [F] [mast] [cosmic horror]

Author’s note: I am eager for feedback, so please leave a comment. In a top-level comment I will post links to the whole series as it develops, as well as a link to my other writing.

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Orne Library loomed over the intersection of College and Coolidge streets like a phantasm of gothic doom, a grim promise that modernity would never dig humanity free from the crushing weight of history. The pleasant morning sunlight did nothing to dispel the shadow that swept over Abigail’s soul as she approached the heavy wooden doors of this cathedral, erected not for any god, but for the adoration mankind’s most precious and dangerous treasure.

Victoria grabbed Abigail by the arm and pulled her to a stop on the stone ascent. “Professor Ward was cavalier in sending you here, but he has a… special relationship with Professor Armitage. I think they go back a long ways. Ward gets help that the Librarian normally takes great joy in withholding.”

Abigail tore her gaze away from the dark edifice and met Victoria’s worried eyes. “What’s the big deal? It’s a library. He’s a librarian. Why wouldn’t he help us?” Read more »

Across the Black Seas of Infinity [FFM] [cosmic horror]

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Abigail Carter hurried across the Twisted Quad through the New England rain and bowled into the glass doors of the Jermyn Hall of Anthropological Studies, nearly knocking down a girl who was reluctantly emerging into the downpour. She made a hasty apology as the other student pushed out into the rain, and then threw back the hood on her sweatshirt and tried to shake the clinging wetness off her clothes.

The sky outside was quickly darkening as the storm rushed in and the sun set, and Jermyn’s lobby was emptying out as students fled the campus for whatever festivities their Friday evenings held. Abigail would have prefered to join them, but she had no choice other than to obey the summons she had received by email that afternoon.

“Miss Carter,” it read, “Please come to my office this afternoon at five to discuss your midterm. — Professor Ward.” Read more »

The Practice 21 (Hannah 15) [MF, FF, fsub, inc, anal]

Author’s note: This is the final part of the series! I strongly recommend that you begin with part 1 — a complete index can be found in the comments below.

Since you’ve come with us this far, I’ll be happy to answer any questions you have in the comments. I’m eager for your feedback.

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Hannah watched in awe and stumbled to the ground as pinpricks of light detonated above the island from several different directions. The points flashed and expanded into blinding brilliance, followed soon after by a dull rumble that permeated the island and lasted for several seconds. The usual cacophony of the forest subsided until the light began to fade, and Hannah picked herself up off the ground.

“They’re nuking us,” Heron said. Her husband. One shock at a time. His semen still dripped from between her legs, and when she focused she could feel their child growing inside her womb.

Hannah wasn’t scared. “As long as the perimeter is up, I think we’re invulnerable,” she said.

Heron’s eyes scanned up and down her body, fixing on her tummy — on their child? “Then let’s keep it up. Who cares if some part of Shaper is in here? Better than being vaporized.” Read more »

The Practice 6 (Nicole 1) [FMF, FF, oral, fsub, huml, sm, reluc]

Nicole’s body was slowly recovering, but her heart was still aching: where was Ashley? It had been… what… two days since the beach?

Her muscles stiffened at the thought, and her back cramped. Nicole squirmed in bed, twisting onto her back, trying to stretch and get comfortable. Elizabeth liked to cuddle and Nicole hated to push her away, but waking up the past two — three? — mornings had been painful. Elizabeth’s long brown hair draped over their naked breasts and tickled as the brunette roused herself. Nicole wrapped an arm around Elizabeth’s neck and pulled her face close. Ashley and Elizabeth were her family: they had met on their first visit to the island, advanced together, and grown to love each other. She hated not knowing where one of her little sisters was.

Dim, green light shined in through a silly round window in the curved wall across the room — that was about all the sunlight Bag End got, situated in a hillside deep beneath the jungle foliage. Nicole and Elizabeth lay together, skin-to-skin from head to toe, in the middle of a large bed built into the wall. Bag End had a couple of other bedrooms scattered through its labyrinthine tunnels, but they were empty now, and this one felt empty without Ashley. The bed was too large for two. Read more »

The Practice 5 (Ashley 1) [FF, fsub, fdom, huml, bdsm, mast]

Ashley ran for her life.

Her only clothing was a pair of thin sandals, and they weren’t built for speed. She dashed down the rocky slope towards the beach where dozens of other naked girls were laboring, futilely building a pile of rocks for the entertainment of fucking Dr. Wilcox. The filthy, exhausted girls turned their heads as she sprinted past, and a few yelled out her name. But she didn’t slow down.

It was easier to run on the wet sand down by the ocean. Ashley stretched her legs and pumped her arms, clutching a white stone star figure to her chest as best as she could. Her breasts were small a-cups, but still bounced uncomfortably when she ran flat-out, and the stupid star gave her some support. She was small, barely five-feet, but highly motivated. After a minute or so her adrenaline ran down and the aches of the morning began to catch up with her. Damn the fucking doctor and his stupid wife, with her stupid smile.

Ashley slowed to a jog and looked back. She had left the other girls far behind, eclipsed by a curve of jungle. She didn’t see anyone coming after her, but her footprints made a clear trail in the sand. Would the ocean wash them away? “Shit,” she said. Read more »