Vixen The Problem
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Being different is both a blessing and a curse. You don't have to conform to everyone else's norms, so you can just be you. But on the other hand, others aren't always receptive to the fact that you're different. And depending on your will, it can leave you vulnerable to less than ideal outcomes.
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The story or novel is about a universe about two thousand years after. Its year 4125, where worlds has been occupied by humans and non humans and the technology is advance. The world Artanis(one of the coreworlds, lightyears away from Terran Earth), ruled by the benevolent house, the house Frendis, by Duke Arturus Frendis. The protagonist is the son of the Duke, Vernus Frendis, a young 19 year old man with androgynous features. The house Frendis was elected to be the next emperor of the coreworlds. But things went dark for the house Frendis when Arturus was assassinated and Artanis was invaded by House Laurien. Vernus escaped the wrath of the Lauriens with the help of Frendis most loyal agent, Marius.
The night was a black shroud, pulled tight over the world of Elara. No moons broke the cloud-cover; the only light came from the great fire pit at the heart of the Stone Circle. Around it, figures moved in a slow, silent dance. They were tall, unnaturally slender, their skin the color of bone under the bruised sky. Their ears, elongated and pointed, twitched at the crackle of the flames. They were the Lumin, the pale people of the twilight forests, and their faces were masks of hollow-cheeked s…
The night was a black shroud, pulled tight over the world of Elara. No moons broke the cloud-cover; the only light came from the great fire pit at the heart of the Stone Circle. Around it, figures moved in a slow, silent dance. They were tall, unnaturally slender, their skin the color of bone under the bruised sky. Their ears, elongated and pointed, twitched at the crackle of the flames. They were the Lumin, the pale people of the twilight forests, and their faces were masks of hollow-cheeked s…
Kent is young guy that has to spend the summer paying off his debt after accidentally damaging his bitch of a neighbour Julie’s car while playing a game with his friend Marcus. Kent resigns himself to working as Julie’s glorified servant, that is until he finds an odd looking idol that allows him to possess her body. Now with a summer of freedom ahead and Julie’s hot body to do with as he pleases, Kent is looking forward to making up for lost time and having some fun.
Note: This is a commissioned work that has not been personally written by me. I have been granted permission to distribute and share the story by the original author.
The push mower's dull rattle droned in Kent’s ears, blades whirring through the grass. His body strained beneath the midday sun, and through damp lashes, he caught the blur of a cherry-red convertible roaring down the road—top down, laughter trailing like exhaust.
“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, wiping away another hand of sweat.
The mower sputtered as he yanked it over a thick patch near Julie’s hydrangeas. He imagined Marcus at the wheel, music cranked, their friends crowded in the ba…
Note: This is a commissioned work that has not been personally written by me. I have been granted permission to distribute and share the story by the original author.
The push mower's dull rattle droned in Kent’s ears, blades whirring through the grass. His body strained beneath the midday sun, and through damp lashes, he caught the blur of a cherry-red convertible roaring down the road—top down, laughter trailing like exhaust.
“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, wiping away another hand of sweat.
The mower sputtered as he yanked it over a thick patch near Julie’s hydrangeas. He imagined Marcus at the wheel, music cranked, their friends crowded in the ba…
When bullies found a possession spell, they decide to use it for their own fun and girls...
All characters are above 18 years old.
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The autumn air hung thick and heavy over the Blackwood Cemetery, a place the local teens whispered was cursed. For Brad, Jarred, Carl, and Thomson, it was just another stage for their particular brand of nihilistic entertainment. They weren't delinquents in the traditional sense; they didn't steal cars or deal drugs. Their crime was a far more insidious one, a campaign of psychological warfare waged against anyone they deemed lesser, which, in their…
All characters are above 18 years old.
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The autumn air hung thick and heavy over the Blackwood Cemetery, a place the local teens whispered was cursed. For Brad, Jarred, Carl, and Thomson, it was just another stage for their particular brand of nihilistic entertainment. They weren't delinquents in the traditional sense; they didn't steal cars or deal drugs. Their crime was a far more insidious one, a campaign of psychological warfare waged against anyone they deemed lesser, which, in their…
Cassandra
Female, 26 years old, of Korean descent. She is a doctoral candidate in philosophy in Country U. She possesses a deep interest in the natural environment, human society, ethics, and philosophical thought.
Cassandra begins having the same dream over and over again.There are no images in it—only sound. Countless faint noises: scraping, friction, gnawing—like billions of jointed limbs crawling through the darkness. And in that darkness, something within her—certain buried sexual desires and longings—are subtly, almost imperceptibly stirred.She clearly perceived certain caresses, certain intrusions, and even orgasms; it wasn't a dream. Because when she woke up, the afterglow of her orgasm hadn't faded, and she could still hear the sounds deep in her eardrums.
The sounds began in the silence.
Not a crescendo, but an infiltration—a soft, relentless scratching that seemed to originate not in the room around her, but inside the canals of her own ears. Cassandra lay perfectly still in the dark of her graduate housing apartment, the thin blanket a weightless shroud over her slender form. Her eyes were open, fixed on the ceiling’s vague shadows. She was awake. She had been awake for the last forty-seven minutes, according to the pale green numerals on the…
Female, 26 years old, of Korean descent. She is a doctoral candidate in philosophy in Country U. She possesses a deep interest in the natural environment, human society, ethics, and philosophical thought.
Cassandra begins having the same dream over and over again.There are no images in it—only sound. Countless faint noises: scraping, friction, gnawing—like billions of jointed limbs crawling through the darkness. And in that darkness, something within her—certain buried sexual desires and longings—are subtly, almost imperceptibly stirred.She clearly perceived certain caresses, certain intrusions, and even orgasms; it wasn't a dream. Because when she woke up, the afterglow of her orgasm hadn't faded, and she could still hear the sounds deep in her eardrums.
The sounds began in the silence.
Not a crescendo, but an infiltration—a soft, relentless scratching that seemed to originate not in the room around her, but inside the canals of her own ears. Cassandra lay perfectly still in the dark of her graduate housing apartment, the thin blanket a weightless shroud over her slender form. Her eyes were open, fixed on the ceiling’s vague shadows. She was awake. She had been awake for the last forty-seven minutes, according to the pale green numerals on the…
25 year old Jake Gardner finds himself turned into a purple slime after an accident. He soon realizes his new form can take over bodies, and uses his new ability to create a new life for himself.
The hospital room was quiet, the only sound the steady, soft beep of the heart monitor. Jake Gardner lay still in the narrow bed, his own body a strange and distant shell. He wasn’t in it anymore. His consciousness floated, untethered, in a small, quivering puddle of violet slime that had oozed from his own limp penis and now pooled on the crisp white sheets.
He’d been walking home from the bar, a little after two, when the sky had flashed purple. Something small and hot had slammed into the b…
The hospital room was quiet, the only sound the steady, soft beep of the heart monitor. Jake Gardner lay still in the narrow bed, his own body a strange and distant shell. He wasn’t in it anymore. His consciousness floated, untethered, in a small, quivering puddle of violet slime that had oozed from his own limp penis and now pooled on the crisp white sheets.
He’d been walking home from the bar, a little after two, when the sky had flashed purple. Something small and hot had slammed into the b…
When modest librarian Valerie Thorne decides to gift her shy, virgin stepson Eric the ultimate "woman's experience" via a forbidden body-swap spell, she unleashes a weekend of teasing, humiliation, and raw desire that blurs every line between prank and possession.
Chapter 1: The Midnight Prank
Valerie Thorne stood before the full-length mirror in her bedroom, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting warm shadows across her skin. At forty, she had mastered the art of blending into the background, a modest librarian by day who volunteered at the community center and dressed in loose sweaters and knee-length skirts to hide the voluptuous figure beneath. Her auburn hair, usually pinned in a practical bun, now cascaded freely down her back in loose waves, f…
Chapter 1: The Midnight Prank
Valerie Thorne stood before the full-length mirror in her bedroom, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting warm shadows across her skin. At forty, she had mastered the art of blending into the background, a modest librarian by day who volunteered at the community center and dressed in loose sweaters and knee-length skirts to hide the voluptuous figure beneath. Her auburn hair, usually pinned in a practical bun, now cascaded freely down her back in loose waves, f…
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Eccho25
· 02 Nov 2022
Being different is both a blessing and a curse. You don't have to conform to everyone else's norms, so you can just be you. But on the other hand, others aren't always receptive to the fact that you're different. And depending on your will, it can leave you vulnerable to less than ideal outcomes.