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/aids/ Theme Event Fridays

Sorted in descending order of recency, this is a log of all of the theme Friday submissions, starting from mid May 2021. There was a previous one, but it seems to be kill, so I’ve created this one as a fresh start.

Rules

A link to your prompt must posted in the thread.
- Said link must be to aetheroom.club.
Your submission must be posted as a reply to an anchor post made on or near to the Friday of the event.
- An image is optional, though recommended. Not for any particular reason, other than it makes my job ~~easier~~ harder it makes it harder. But at least your prompt will be more eye-catching?
Please at least try.
~~Explore link is optional as well.~~ Well, we certainly aren’t doing that anymore.

Need some inspiration?

The Log

/aids/ Theme Event Fridays

The Friday of Halloween

Do not open it.

28th October, 2022

A Halloween Treat

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“How about a treat, then?” I respond, opening the door farther to pass her some candy. It’s only when my front door is fully open that I notice another girl standing beside the young princess. My throat immediately dries up when I stare at the second trick-or-treater, and it feels like a Herculean effort just to keep breathing. Dressed as a witch with hat and choker to match, is the most beautiful young girl I’ve ever seen—she’s clearly underage and can’t be older than fourteen.

“A treat, huh?” the teen says, her eyes meeting mine. The slight smirk that crosses her face while we hold eye contact tells me that she knows exactly what kinds of thoughts I’m currently having. “Lexi and I have some treats of our own if you’re interested…”

You’re met with a very special treat in the form of two young girls looking to make some extra cash on All Hallow’s Eve.

Frankenstein Builds a Bride

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Contrary to the popular impression that noble birth and affluence entirely relieve one of strife in the acquisition of romantic companionship, the proper ritual of courtship remained evasive to me. Perhaps it was the admittedly obsessive nature of my work ethic that drove my severe disposition which women found so disagreeable. After many years of enduring such persistent lonesomeness, a most opportune convergence in my aims presented itself. If happenstance would not deliver a bride into my arms, I was in the unique position of being able to create one.

Unable to land a marriage naturally, a scientist commits a crime against nature.

An Eventful Halloween Knight

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The huge dragon fished out a silver carafe of water and poured it down his exposed crotch, holding him around his broad back in one large paw, her claws hooked under his armpits. Once he’d been doused in several splashes of cold water, the controlling dragoness deftly lowered him down onto a pile of golden coins, before slamming down beside him. Jonas let out a little squeak of fright as the huge, purple-scaled drake curled a weighty arm around his bared midsection, snuggling him close to her smooth chest. “You know, it’s customary among dragonkind to devour a losing knight after– Look, okay, I realize you aren’t catching on with the roleplaying. I’m talking about a blowjob. I’m going to use my mouth on your penis, human. Now lay back.”

Dress for the job you want, not the job you have. This Halloween, Jonas dressed himself up in a silly, foil knight’s outfit, but will he be able to rise to the role when challenged?

Bare, Fluffy Haunt

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The Pomeranian could barely keep her disdain off her face as she tried to stay in character, pretending to be terrified. “Please save me, please…”

Perhaps it was because she was focused on staying in character, but Jenny completely failed to notice the male’s claw slip past the bars of her cage to hook under the torn fabric around her breasts. The female dog let out a genuine shriek this time as she felt the shitty material, burlap or whatever, come apart. Her boobs fell free of her tattered top, bouncing out in front of the trio of drunkards, as it fell away into his paw. They all stood frozen for a moment, staring at Jenny’s exposed chest before erupting into hoots and shouts.

An unfortunate Pomeranian finds herself dwindling in cover as she stalks a haunted house and avoids leering eyes

The Coomer Out of Space

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“Your mission is simple. We simply wish to test your ability to perform a routine sample gathering task. You are to collect 3 viable genetic samples from 3 different vertibrates down on Earth. Only 2 rules apply to your mission. Do not give Zeta Reticulan technology or sensitive information to Humans or hostile species. Do not interfere with any other space faring species while down on Earth,” Mother Computer said plainly as the saucer went through it’s pre flight diagnostic. Soon the single seat craft hovered in to the air and slowly floated over towards the front of the edge of the hangar. JE-5 couldn’t help but squeak with excitement as her ship slipped in to open space and she was sent on her very first invasion mission.

An experimentally modified Zeta Reticulan drone is sent on her very first mission. She has come, for cum. Will the busty alien girl succeed in her mission to harvest Earth’s inhabitants of their precious seed? Or will the perils of Earth prove to be too much for the grey skinned shortstack?

The Friday of Tomboys

Let’s make prompts about “boys”.

14th October, 2022

Busty Batty Bootylicious Bully

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“Hey, I’m, really dehydrated, could I get a sip?”

The avian nearly tripped fetching the water for the unusually friendly cutie before him, handing it over with an ingratiating smile on his beaked face. Nell really was rather parched after a night of hard dancing, drugs, and a few drinks, and she didn’t find it hard to gulp down most of the bottle’s contents. The bat drank from the bottle with intentional lasciviousness, working her long tongue about it until streaks of spit connected from the plastic nipple to her fur-lined black lips. She squeezed out the last few dregs over her face and breast, relishing in the cooling water running over her already sweaty fur. The watching four began sitting down or leaning forward conspicuously, their gym shorts inadequate at concealing their rising interest in this moistened female. “Awh shucks, tapped out! I’ll get you some more, thaaanks!” The chiropteran chittered as she walked away with a strut to her step.

With great power, comes great responsibility. And with great ass, comes great interest from the boys at the local gym.

Mountain Retreat

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“Why are you offering me this?” I ask him, wondering what exactly his game is.

Paul takes a moment, then looks me square in the eyes. “I like you, Art. Why do you think I come to this fucking place? Because it’s not the drinks, and it sure as fuck ain’t the decor, if you know what I mean. You’re a good guy, and I think you deserve a hell of a lot better than this dump. Job market sucks, I know, so I feel like I’m doing my part helping you out here,” he explains.

…Fuck it. Fuck it! I guess I really don’t have much to lose here, so I give him a nod and get up from behind the bar, grabbing the sleeping guy and dumping him out of the door.

Tending bar in the sweltering summer heat is downright unbearable, especially with how overworked I am. So when a regular tells me for the fifth time that week that I need to just throw in the towel and go on a vacation with him, I finally accept. Now I find myself out on the foot of a large mountain range in the countryside, surrounded by forest, in a comfortable little log cabin, and it seems I can finally breathe again. And hell, the guy’s pretty cute too…

The Island With The Lonely Crow

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I watched as she stood atop that cliff. She stood naked, clad only in that same iconographic crow mask she always wears. Though I was too far away to make out much detail it is obvious she is quite fit. Her body is muscular, athletic, which I assume must be a necessity to live in such a rough environment. I watched as she dove from the top of that cliff. You should have seen it! She danced off the edge, a motion she had likely done a thousand times. Her honed body plummeted down that 80 foot cliff down in to the crushing sea below. I tell you honestly that I thought her dead then. Her body disappeared in to the sea foam at the bottom of that cliff and she remained beneath the dark glass waves for what seemed like ages. When she came back up I could see that there was a rather large trophy fish on the end of her spear! I stood and I clapped. I cheered long and hard, whooping and waving my arms in delight as she carried her well earned protein back to shore. I needed her to know that someone, some other living soul, had witnessed her incredible skill. I have never seen such an incredible display of human athleticism! Even the bravest divers on the university team would have balked at such a leap, and to do it and come back up with an award worthy trophy fish! Astounding. She is absolutely astounding.

Shipwrecked on a cold island in the north sea, you find yourself stranded and alone with a wild native girl who wears a haunting crow mask. As the stormy season approaches, you must rely on her for survival, but will necessity bloom in to something more?

Taming the Beasts in Me

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Her precious. precocious monster pack-mates had proven themselves during the earlier battles, her mythic beasts most of all. The dignified, monstrous canines deserved a special treat for all the hard work and wounds they’d endured on her behalf, and 8x11 Printer Paper knew just how to pamper her fiendish pooches. As the devoted beast tamer delved into the kennels of her nether realm holdout, she could smell the musk of animals, a welcoming scent by her reckoning. The demon girl was still wearing her usual attire of baggy leggings held aloft by suspenders, with only a tight, black bikini top and bottom to cover her slender frame, as well as two paw-shaped pauldrons connecting the elaborate outfit together. 8x11 Printer Paper’s spiky, red dreadlocks and whipping lion’s tail gave her a ferocious, bestial appearance, that helped her develop a kindred spirit with her animal charges. She could hear them baying down below, sensing her approach before seeing their beloved mistress.

Inside you are two wolves. You are a white woman.

Battle for Your Heart

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Akako hadn’t changed much over the years, I thought—her personality was still rough and rebellious, the same exact catgirl who broke the nose of the schoolhouse bully who pushed me off the curly slide when we both were seven. She still wore her hair the same way too, short and just a bit too far on the side of untidy to ever be considered respectable. Her adorable catlike ears that swiveled with her mood were just as inviting as ever. I knew how much she loved having them touched, how the sweet side of her crept out with a soft purr as she hugged me close. It was a dream that…

My gaze flashed downward to Akako’s green eyes, narrowed mirthfully as one of her characteristic smug smiles spread across her face. I opened my mouth to say something, but she spoke first:

“Beat ya to the finish line, cunt!”

Akako is my best friend, the catgirl who’s always had my back as far back as I can remember. Lately, though, I feel as though we could be something more—and I think she might feel it too. So, what’s two socially inept people to do but challenge each other to a contest as an excuse to get closer?

Manticourting: An Isekai Tail

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Petey was miserably sobbing, trying to think of some prayer to increase his chances at a good afterlife. The manticore girl heaved off from her protective stance over him, drawing up into a looming, four-legged squat. She quizzically tilted her maned head to the side, big eyes glittering with curiosity and reflecting the cavern’s glowing fungi with brilliant luminosity. Petey scrambled to the cave’s wall, not daring to run, and stared back at the hodge-podge features of the thing before him. It had a feminine shape to her humanoid mid-section, tawny fur giving way to pale, creamy skin around her toned midriff. But her limbs and other features were quite bestial, equipped with the same chiropteran wings and scorpion tail of his earlier pursuer. However, this beast woman had a sweet, almost beautiful cast to her feline featured face, and her eyes shone with intelligence, and perhaps even kindness.

What a lot of people don’t realize is, that for every frustrated, lonely man out there wishing for the perfect partner, there’s another unsual entity out there, pining for the exact same thing.

The Importance of College Sports

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Lexi looked up at Alexa and shook her head.

“Hmmm, let me guess, you want to go head first? Alright, I guess that’s fine. But be warned, I’m going to try to push your head down my throat as deep as I can, then fit your shoulders and tits in. Once your tits are half-way in my mouth, I’m going to slow down to really enjoy the process. You’re going to feel every inch of my mouth and throat constricting you, and you’ll have no choice but to endure it. And remember, you can fight back if you want, but I’ll just make it worse for you if you resist. So, how about it? Head, or feet first?”

Lexi looked down at the ground, and said “Head.”

Alexa nodded. “Alright, then give me your hands, and get ready to be swallowed!”

Some people consider college sports a distraction from the true pursuit of academic excellence, but honing the body goes along with honing the mind, and striving for excellence on the field often translates to success in the classroom.

The Tomboy from the Black Lagoon

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“Dude, can I bum one of those beers?” the person asks in a croaky kind of voice. It sounds high and feminine and you relax a bit as you realize that this is probably just some girl out for a midnight swim on the lake. It is strange, though, that you hadn’t noticed her approaching, or that she hadn’t said anything up until now. You were pretty caught up in your own world there for a minute. Not surprising you wouldn’t notice some hippie chick swimming up to the dock.

“Uh, sure,” you say somewhat awkwardly as you take a beer from the six pack and place it on the edge of the dock for the girl to take. The girl swims up and practically snatches the brew off of the dock. Though the night is dark you could swear that her hands looked webbed as she grabbed the beer can. As she cracks open the beer you confirm it, getting a good look in the dim light of the moon of the translucent membrane between each of her fingers. Is it some kind of new rich kid swimming aid glove? It’s the only explanation you can think of at the moment.

“Yo, thanks bro. Been a few moons since I snagged a cold brew,” the odd girl says as she swims right up to the dock and looks up at you with very big, and very reflective eyes.

While trying to find some respite at your family’s lakeside cabin you have an encounter with a playful, yet unsettling, fish girl. Will you have some fun with her on a moonlit night? Or will she drag you to the inky depths of the lake, never to be heard from again?

Patricia Tannis On Pandora: A Borderlands Story

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“Arrrgh…Y-You little shit! Fuck off!” Carla grimaced in anger and disgust. She was futilely struggling against the painful ‘love bites’ the vicious dog-monster was using to incrementally work her huge body into its stomach lining. In between failed attempts, Carla managed to lean over, pull away her captive hand and punch the offending creature on its trifold jaws. This didn’t dissuade the Skag, however, who would just go back to methodically working Carla’s soft, wide buttocks and belly into it’s slimy, flexible gut.

“Nngghh…Oh god! Can’t you shut up?” Patricia yelled, finally losing her temper.

Based on the hit videogame series, Borderlands!

The Friday of Students and Teachers

Let’s make prompts about the student becoming the master.

30th September, 2022

Nocturne For Solo Violin

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With a sigh, he turns to face me, trepidation in his eyes. “I… I know. There’s no reason I should be afraid of playing in front of like thirty random people in a high school gym. But…” he trails off with another heavy sigh.

Wrapping my arms around him, I pull him a bit closer, placing a soft peck on his forehead. “I know. It’s been such a hard road for you, coming all this way. But you’ve done such a good job so far, and I know you’re going to do well here, too. You’re the best student I’ve ever had, Matthew. I want you to know that. And you’re gonna go out there and show the world that you’re back. Not a little kid pushed by his parents to succeed, but a man that’s doing it on his own, for the love of music,” I say, patting his back. We then hear the applause coming from the gym across the hall. “Looks like it’s time. Knock ‘em dead; I know you can do it.”

The life of a violin teacher that specializes in tough cases is one that, well, indeed brings some tough cases, but none like this one. A former child prodigy pressured to perform and bullied to the point of having both his wrists and his spirit shatter, now coming to me a decade later, wracked by depression and anxiety. It will be a tough time bringing him back, but I think I can do it.

Angling For Trout

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After pulling on waders (yours spanking new, Boone’s worn and patched), Boone led you through the brush to here: this little stream where the gentle gurgles of water and the sun shining through aspen almost make you believe you’re out in real wilderness.

Boone pulls out some ziplock bags from her vest. “I prepared a couple of rigs,” she says. “One is a dry fly: Parachute Adams. The other is a dry dropper: a stimulator and a bead-head pheasant tail nymph. Which do you prefer?”

“Um,” you say.

Boone looks at you. “Let’s try the dry dropper, then.”

You are a beginning fly fisherman, on the water for the first time with your taciturn guide Boone: a quiet and watchful girl who’s been in woods and water all her life. There’s a mayfly hatch on and the trout are rising. Tight lines!

Makayla’s Problem

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Makayla puts a hand under her chin, seeming to think about this for a moment, and then breaks out into a wide smile. “I’m suuuuper good at keeping secrets, “Mr. Cunningham…” she says, putting two hands on my desk and leaning in at just the right angle to let me see down her blouse from my chair.

“Makayla! If you don’t cut this nonsense out, I’m going to have to call your parents!” This threat elicits a giggle from the schoolgirl who then pulls herself up onto my desk and flops down on it lazily, kicking off her shoes and letting her skirt hike up enough that her white cotton panties are all too visible.

“All my friends already lost theirs, I’m the only one left out!” she whines, swinging her dangling feet with all the anger of a sexually pent-up preteen.

Their virginities?

Makayla has a problem that only her favorite teacher can solve…

Caught Cheating

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“Mr. Rogers,” the annoyed badger behind the teacher’s desk grumbled. “Enough. You’ve made your point, although I would have appreciated if you’d done so without making such a scene.” He then turned his attention toward the green-scaled reptile. “Miss Harrison, you should be ashamed of yourself,” he said condescendingly, fixing her with a stern glare. “I don’t know how long this has been going on, but this obviously puts you in serious academic jeopardy. Until we sort out the issue, I’ll ask you to surrender your skirt to prevent any further cheating.”

Caught cheating, a scaly student finds herself publicly punished

Mountain Field Trip

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Her tell-tale dancing and leg crossing alerts me to the issue before my young student even speaks up. Nodding to the other teacher to continue down the trail with the rest of our students, I turn back to my shy little flower. “Do you have to use the bathroom, Alice?”

“Noooo,” the little girl cries, hugging herself and trying in vain to hide her desperation from me.

One of your shyest students has to go to the bathroom on a field trip where there are no bathrooms in sight.

Private Tutoring

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I don’t even manage to get in two knocks on her door before Hannah swings it open, giving me a radiant grin that causes my mouth to dry up and my throat to tighten. “Hey…” she says, taking my hand and leading me inside. I’m all too aware of my student’s current attire—she’s wearing a sheer pink nightgown that barely hides the things it should be covering. I don’t want to think about it, but I’m almost certain she’s not wearing a bra underneath it either.

“Where are your parents, Hannah, I thought you said they got done working by five?”

Continuing to tug me deeper into the house, Hannah giggles, “Yeah, but they’re on vacation all this week…”

God, this little vixen is going to be the death of me.

Hannah needs special tutoring to finish her homework and work through the problem of her crush on her teacher.

Special Lessons

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“But, Mom…” you opened your eyes to see her leaning over your bed, the angle perfect to let you see the deep valley of her bountiful cleavage.

“No ‘buts’, mister,” she said with a mock sternness and a giggle, “I know you’re all tuckered out after our fun time last night, but we can’t let what we do get in the way of your education, even as a homeschool student. Today is your first day of lessons with Mommy. I know you’ve already learned a lot, but it’s formal now. So, wake up, my good boy, and today I’ll be your Mommy and your teacher. Okay?”

Your loving and protective mother has become your teacher! But her unconventional homeschooling techniques may not be board certified.

Wendlets

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The upset cub finally grew tired of watching, and yelled out at his occupied mother in alarm, “Mother! Mother, this one is too big! I don’t want to see this! I don’t want to hurt them, what are they? This is wrong!” The wide eyed little wendigo scowled, “They’re different, like us.”

His sister calmed him down with a soothing whisper, “They’re not bad, but we need to eat.”

A good mother will do anything for her children, but sometimes, that means teaching them the hard lessons about life.

Leroy’s Draconic Adventure

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“Y-Yeah, I guess. Um, so you’ve been here a while? Nobody’s come here to rescue you or anything, even if you like, beam psychic messages, or whatever? That doesn’t sound good…” Leroy’s voice was whining and plaintive as he clutched his knocking knees for emotional support. The sun was setting now, and a chill was settling over the mountainous region.

<Yes! Exactly, smart human! We’re both in quite a situation, but luckily, we can help each other! I’ve had some time to think it over, and there’s really only one way for a creature your size to escape this troubling pitfall; you’ll have to escape to the cavern below… through me. Are you following, Leroy?> Rakothan’s projected voice was booming in Leroy’s mind, but also calming and comforting simultaneously.

However, when Leroy thought about the strange request for a moment, he sputtered out indignantly, “Wait, through you? ‘Through you’? What the fuck do you mean, ‘through you’? W-What are you getting at? R-Rakothan? Mr. Dragon?”

Some people will do anything for fame, and what better way to get famous than showing people something they’ve never seen before?

Love and Lamaze

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“Alright, learners. Today’s lesson is going to focus on the ‘feet-first’ Lamaze unbirthing process. Start by grasping your unbirthing mate by their ankles, or have a partner do so for you. Focus, then, on dilating and relaxing your vaginal muscles and diaphragm,” Marjorie’s wizened-seeming voice intoned, as she strutted about the circle to make sure the predatory women were lining up properly with their victims. Claire shot Frank an expectant look with her big, innocent eyes, and he couldn’t help but whimper while reluctantly repositioning the poor rabbit woman for what lay ahead.

When Frank receives a strange request from his wife to visit a Lamaze class tailored to her unique needs as a fox woman, how could he say no to the love of his life?

Gal Gobbed by Blob Globglogabgalab

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The Globglogabgalab was a master of gluttonous feasting, and forcefully urged the struggling teacher into his wet gob, lewd squelching noises ringing out across the library as the flute and drum medley continued, a grim accompaniment to the voracious consumption taking place. The teacher never stood a chance before the hungry, seemingly-mystical entity, who’s body flexed and adjusted around the still-moving body of its living prey. Ernie swore he could see the outline of Ms. Doyle’s screaming face, bulging out from within the fleshy confines of the Globglogabgalab, lost amidst the sharp corner profiles of several books in his expanding gut.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cIwRQwAS_YY

Learning the Ins-and-Outs of Fantastical Biology

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“Vanna dear, could you sit on this stool here?” The huge drake reached over and dragged the chair from the professor’s desk, dragging it over and guiding the dark-haired lass to sit down on the backless seat. “Right, let’s get these nasty glasses off, won’t be needing them,” Dr. Saphixa said casually, as she plucked the student’s wire-rim glasses off and tossed them aside. Vanna yelped out in alarm as her spectacles were taken, suddenly seeming far less enthusiastic about whatever acquiring the ‘easy A’ entailed.

It’s often difficult for a substitute professor to maintain the tempo of a semester’s schedule, but in an introductory level course, a little flexibility is allowed.

Doing Onto Others: The Story of Sister BLACKED

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“Don’t fight me; just go with it, come on honey, let me show you something special,” Bella huskily whispered, before grabbing about the pale nun’s head and forcefully dragging her back. Angela tried to wrestled out from Bella’s grasp, but found her strength was surprisingly no match for the slender, young woman behind her. The molested nun was just about to scream out in pure indignation, before Bella promptly made that impossible. Just as Angela was about to scream out, Bella slammed her dark, bushy crotch down upon the taller woman’s sputtering face.

Convents are often a place of last resort for desperate women, and none are more desperate for a helpful hand than Bella. However, the nuns at the local priory are about to findout Belladonna needs far more than just a hand to get out of her predicament with the devil.

A Big Lesson About Respecting Boundaries

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Enoch visibly paled as the small drake began licking her lips after making the obscene bequest, the corners of Swick’s wide mouth oozing with strands of syrupy drool. “P-Prey? You cant… you can’t be serious, you don’t intend to…? She’s twice your size at least!” Enoch exclaimed, both flabbergasted and horrified as the little monster’s intentions became clear.

“Oh, you let me worry about the ‘logistics’ of all that. Heck, we can make it like a gamble! I get to keep what I can stuff down! Now, get my treat unwrapped, or I’ll consider going for scrawny desserts!” the voracious little dragoness squeaked, smacking her scaled lips for emphasis.

Myrna the aged and battle-scarred elven paladin believes she knows everything about overcoming adversity. However, on the trail of a dangerous necromancer who’s absconded into an enchanted realm, known as the ‘Forest of Lights’, Myrna may find out she’s bitten off more than she can chew. The paladin and her human squire are about to find out that big trouble can come in tight, little packages.

Barking Up The Right Tree

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Willow was reluctant at first, but the werewolf was clearly stronger, and after some forceful shoving and nipple-tweaking the pale girl obsequiously climbed up on the cold examination table and crouched down low before the werewolf, a terrified and humiliated expression on her pretty, freckled face. “Right then, you gentlemen may wish to watch close, as you will be quite surprised to see just how snug and secure a pose I can manipulate a woman into. Please take a moment to pay respects to my prey, as she will be suffering immensely throughout the entire process, but this is mostly unavoidable to maintain fidelity for your viewing benefit. Alright, let’s begin, time to curl up now, Willow–I mean prey.”

Academia is all about making sacrifices, enriching the global font of knowledge for everyone’s sake. However, can a failing young student be expected to take her final plunge into the pages of scientific history?

‘Stay’ Boy

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“Very well,” Gwen sighed, seeing no way around the assignment Kane had given her. “I shall go inside of Maxwell’s maw, as ordered… if you absolutely insist.”

Gwen turned and knelt down before the dire wolf-dog. She held her breath, as Maxwell’s gigantic fangs came within inches of her behind. The beast’s dark eyes seemed to show affection, and Gwen had to fight the urge to release the gasp trapped in her throat.

“Good boy!” Kane cheered, as he gave the elven woman an affectionate pat on the head. “Keep your eyes on me! That’s it, great Maxwell.”

As soon as Gwen felt Kane’s hand push down on her shoulders, she kneeled down and lowered herself towards the dire wolf-dog’s snout.

“Here we go!” Kane said, as he pressed Gwen into Maxwell’s mouth, while at the same time holding the elf woman’s body steady by the shoulders.

Teaching your canine companion obedience from an early age is critical to ensure a healthy relationship between pet and person. Especially when your hound is large enough to potentially pose a danger to others.

Teaching Haku to Take Responsibility

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Magnus rolled his eyes at his friend’s antics, before pushing the sacrificial elf far enough down for the dragon to resume the initiative.>

“There we go Haku. You’re a bloated, fat, dumb, stunted lizard, you know that? You just take from anyone you can, anyone you think is weaker than you. Now, finish with your sadistic meal,” Magnus said, feeling vindicated about his act of defiance. Haku made a note of it, but was in the midst of pushing the girl down farther.

Haku the dwarf dragon has long enjoyed an unchallenged reign of terror over the hapless maidens he oft consumes. However, when his long-time human friend, Magnus, grows dissatisfied with Haku’s wantonly sadistic habits, the mage decides to teach the haughty drake an unforgettable lesson in taking responsibility for the lives he extinguishes. Will Haku be able to rise to the challenge of children?

Wily Evil Arrogant Slutty Engorged Lass

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Chrissy instantly burst into tears, replying, “Y-you want to what?!”

Bella said bluntly, “Yes, Chrissy. I want to push your big, thick skull up my ass. Now shut up so I can explain how we’re going to do this.” Bella gave a satisfied smirk, as she explained the logistics of their plan to insert Chrissy into her gut, and then proceeded to go over everything they would need.

A little lubrication and extreme insertion, and pop goes the weasel.

Splash Zone Seating

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The show started with hushed, murmuring crowds stacked on bleacher seats, all surrounding a shallow, central pool. A cheery redheaded woman named Amy was wearing a wetsuit, marking her as one of the park’s employees. “Hello, Sealand visitors! I’m so excited to introduce today’s featured event, our birthday boy!” As the giddy presenter continued, a splash signaled the emerging presence of Inky, the big octopus appearing as eager as ever to begin his female feast. “As you all know, today is Inky’s third birthday! Our courageous and endangered cephalopod friend here has steadily crown up into quite the sight, and we’re eager to put him to the test!”

Sealand Aquatic Park has garnered increasing controversy as of late, due to concerns over animal cruelty. Eager to shake this damning stigma, the park has shifted the focus of national opinion towards their aquatic attractions, by featuring human cruelty!

Jacked Up Old Mansion

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She turned to him upon finishing, shrugging her shoulders and saying, “What? Fuck whatever was going on there… W-What do you think WAS going on there!?”

Jack felt overwhelmed in the moment, not knowing how to respond. He felt singled out, as if whatever malevolent spirit was hounding them was targeting him now. “I dunno… I feel like, like there’s this mark of doom on me. I’m glad you broke that stupid radio, the shitty thing’s noise was hurting my head… I keep hearing that song,” Jack’s voice sounded pained and distracted as he spoke. Spooked, but still intent on finding their friends, the pair continued exploring through the house.

A spooky tale about a haunted mansion, fit for only the bravest souls to read.

The Friday of Human and Non-Human Relationships

Let’s make prompts about finding common ground with the inhuman.

16th September, 2022

Scaly Stalker

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I wasn’t in the mood for this, and the confusion was making my head hurt. “Why is a dragon catering meals to a lone traveler in the middle of nowhere? Why were you waiting for me to fall asleep? How long have you been watching me?”

“Oh, a few months, on and off,” the monster blurted out. She immediately clapped her paws over her mouth and shook her head furiously, as though she hadn’t meant to share that piece of information.

The tip of my blade dipped a little as I sunk into thought, oblivious to the dragoness’ flustered fidgeting. “Few months. You part of Neroyn’s brood, then?” I asked, remembering the fearsome, scaled tyrant I had a hand in putting in his grave.

A silver muzzle bobbed in assent. “F-Father,” she said shakily. Her taloned toes scuffed the ground sheepishly. “Thank you. F-For killing him. I… I saw you do it, and… he was always so scary.” Her head slumped, and her shoulders shook slightly. “If I was brave like you, maybe I could’ve saved mother.”

Sighing, I sheathed my dagger. Fair enough. If this was a ruse, a dragon, true or born, acting like a scared little girl was too absurd to take seriously. “Whatever. If you’re not here to fight, then pass the grub,” I told her bluntly. “Dunno how dragons feel about hot springs, but if you want to stick around, be my guest.”

Ornery monster hunter has an encounter with a monstrous admirer.

Verdant Rejuvenation

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“So, um… hi, Rupert. I’m Ian, and, uh, I like taking pictures in your forest, I guess? Nice to meet you?” I tell him, holding out my hand for a shake that he accepts with a genuine happiness in his expression.

“Indeed, this be a most fortuitous encounter! Say, wouldst thou countenance coming along to mine abode? There be a rather urgent matter I require assistance from someone such as thee for…” he then asks me, trailing off perhaps a bit sheepishly.

Logic might dictate that following along a strange fox-man that claims to be some sort of divine being deep into the forest is a recipe for disaster, I still find myself nodding. I can’t really explain why… he just seems so nice! Despite this situation being so strange and unusual, and despite his talk being… a bit antiquated, he just seems so approachable and friendly that I want to come along. And, well, I’d be lying if there wasn’t a part of me that didn’t want to pet his fluffy fur, though I can’t see myself admitting that just now.

I’ve always liked the forest. Quiet, peaceful, and serene. But on one of my trips through it, I suddenly find myself meeting a strange divine being, like a fox, but also like a man. Seems that he appreciates my appreciation of the forest and wishes to invite me to his retreat in a remote glade. And there, he has a request of me that is rather… intimate…

Unveiling Surprises

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The woman was silent on the other side of the door, before asking again, “Honey, are you sure? Who’s this stranger you brought with you? Are you being restrained? Are they pointing a weapon at you right now?” Aidan looked at all the worried weasel faces surrounding him, then scrambled out towards the door as they parted in waves to make-way for him.

Aidan stared through the door’s crack and said, “I’m fine” before shoving it closed again, and readjusting the shifted blocking chest. He whiled around, staring at all the little weasels surrounding him, their attentive eyes staring right back in a creepy multitude of pairs. “Okay. Alright. Fuck. Really? Really though? Ferrets?”

“We’re weasels, Aidan, please. We know this is your first semester at college, but have some sense. Look, we know what you were really after earlier…we can still have fun together. Just ease into it, okay? We’ll all be very very friendly with you. Just, um, treat us like your pet, alright? Bend down, and give us some petting, okay? We’re just normal weasels, keep telling yourself that. Just a little scritch.”

Aidan is an inexperienced young man, about to engage in his first semester at Jones college. However, when a mysterious woman wearing a full-body Burka disrupts his friendship with a Tunisian named Sami, Aidan learns the true meaning of surprise.

Battle Axe Wedding

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I did not expect him to say yes. That did, in fact, drastically complicate matters. That night, I slept very badly, so many questions buzzing through my mind as to just what I had gotten myself into, especially with him sleeping right next to me—apparently, to save money, the prostitutes at this combination inn and brothel just sleep in the same bed as the clients. But then, in the morning, I turned around to face him as he slowly awoke, an adorable, sleepy smile on his face, and my resolve was immediately restored. This was what I wanted, every day of the rest of my life. To wake up and see that smile.

The last week has been a complete whirlwind. Falling in love with a male orc prostitute, a spur of the moment confession, a few days to decide upon marriage, a wild and crazy ceremony… but now it’s time for some peace and quiet. Just the two of us in a slightly above average inn bedroom, an entire evening for us to have our wedding night. And then? The world.

Ravishing Reds

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You think to yourself about what a typical Soviet bitch she is. With her arm bleeding and almost assuredly broken, the woman doesn’t pose much of a threat, but she still has a loud mouth. As she tries to stop the bleeding you take a better look at her. She’s well built for a woman and has large breasts that stretch her uniform along with her quite shapely ass. Her hair was a dark brown and cut into a short bob. Her skin looked tanned from the desert sun. Despite being wounded and unarmed, the woman keeps glaring at you with her piercing blue eyes.

Regardless of her feminine features, you can’t forget that she’s a dirty Red. You need to get whatever information you can from her. That said, it doesn’t mean you can’t have fun with your interrogation. There’s nothing morally wrong with doing what you want with her. After all, she isn’t human, she’s just a commie.

You are Rafal Gan-Ganowicz, a Polish mercenary with a deep hatred for communism. You find a female Soviet spy and need to make her talk. There’s no shame in doing what you want to her, she’s not human after all.

Aomori Amour

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“You came just in time to join me for dinner,” Yuri said happily as she waved some steam away from the top of her cup. “I do so rarely get visitors these days.”

“Oh? And what do Kitsune have for dinner, fried tofu?” I asked before taking another sip of my tea, making Yuri laugh softly.

“No, I’ve never been a fan of fried tofu, if you can truly believe that,” Yuri said. “Which is a shame, since that’s the offering everyone thinks Kitsune want. When people still visited my shrine, that was all we used to get—my daughters liked it, at least. No, tonight’s dinner is curry, and I do hope you enjoy it spicy.”

“Does no one visit this place anymore? It is out of the way, I know, but I can’t imagine you’re the only one who’s ever here,” I asked, detecting a hint of sadness in Yuri’s voice.

“No, no one.” Yuri said simply.

While out on an ill-advised hike on Mt. Iwaki, a blizzard forces you to take shelter at an old shrine inhabited by a Kitsune. After bringing you inside and warming you back up, you learn that she’s been alone there for quite some time and has grown very lonely as a result. Will you take it upon yourself to cheer up your rescuer?

Big Bill Hell’s New & Used Cargirl Emporium

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“Welcome to Big Bill’s! Finest used car lot this side of the state!” he says in a voice that is friendly but perhaps a bit too loud and overbearing. “Looking to get yourself a cargirl today?” he asks you with a grin that could sour milk with how insincere it is.

“Uh, yeah,” you say a bit awkwardly as you try to judge just how sleezy this salesman is. “I mean, I’m here to look around. Not sure if I want to actually buy a cargirl yet or not.” you say, trying to make yourself seem like a hard sell. The last thing you need is for this guy to think that you’re an easy mark.

“Well, you’re in luck! We got the best deals in the city! Cargirls of every make and model! Tell me what you’re looking for and I’ll set you up with a killer deal. Hell, if you’re a first time buyer I’ll even give you a 0% down payment! Can’t beat that with a ten foot pole, let me tell you!” he says as he places a somewhat unwelcome hand on your shoulder and leads you around the lot.

FUCK YOU BALTIMORE!

IF YOU’RE HORNY ENOUGH TO BUY A NEW CARGIRL THIS WEEKEND, YOU’RE A BIG ENOUGH CUCK TO COME TO BIG BILL HELL’S CARGIRLS! BAD CARGIRLS, CARGIRLS THAT GO DOWN, THIGHS!

IF YOU THINK YOU’RE GOING TO FIND A HOT CARGIRL AT BIG BILL’S, YOU CAN KISS HER ASS!

The Man In The Moon

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She’s nothing but a dream, though, and after rolling off from of the slab of metal that the agency has dubbed my bed, I pull myself through the small opening in the ceiling and make my way over to the bathroom. Getting used to the gravity up here has been quite a challenge so far, but thankfully it seems like my body is finally starting to adjust to the changes.

I can see my own reflection staring back at me from the mirror, but the more I stare at it, the more uncanny it becomes; almost as if there’s another person looking back at me. I’m a mess, and if it wasn’t for the mission, I’d probably still be sleeping right now. My hair is disheveled, and the bags under my eyes are so heavy that they’re practically pulling my face down. I have work to do today, though, the same work as every day—more samples, more tests, more analysis—so I can’t afford to let myself slack off.

“What’s wrong?” a voice rings out from inside of my head as I finish cleaning up. The voice sounds as if it is coming from nowhere at all. “Don’t you miss me?” With my heart pounding, I whip around. Like usual, the entire ship is empty—I’m alone. “What are you waiting for?” the voice asks again. “I know you want to see me again.”

If the moon wasn’t made of cheese before, it will be after this schizophrenic astronaut is done with it.

Zoodystopia

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“There he is, there’s Mongo! He’s the big one standing up over there! Oh wow, this is spectacular. He’s doing some kind of…dance, I’ve never seen this sort of behavior before! Please, film this wonderful event!” Shelly pointed out a big, burly human male, covered in dirt and a thin coat of body hair.

Mongo was waving his arms about and stomping wildly in a strange pattern, visibly alarming some of his tribemates, but blatantly vying for the tourists’ attention. He was hooting unintelligibly, and whirling in frantic circles, making an outrageous spectacle of himself. A little squirrel girl began laughing with such divine, innocent mirth at the humorous sight, that the collective mood became strikingly jovial and everyone was happily taking footage of the human beast’s frenzied dancing number. Shelly was leaning over the rail with a look of child-like wonder on her fluffy muzzle, saying back to the group, “This is so unlike Mongo, but I wonder were Bongo’s gotten off to? I don’t see him anywhe–AIEEEE!”

Shelly loves working as a tour guide at her local zoo. Everyone thinks the coyote girl is quite passionate about what she does, and her bubbling enthusiasm is infectious as she describes every aspect of the Bay Area zoo’s exotic exhibits. However, the canine cutie’s love of nature and nurturing the endangered will soon be imperiled by a climatic incident at the zoo’s most popular enclosure.

Sue Loves You Too

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“Sue, baby, I’m home!” He announced with pride, the door sliding shut again and locking behind him.

“Honey, is that you?” Came his wife’s voice from somewhere deep within the cramped space of his cookie-cutter apartment unit. She’d been waiting here all along. Of course she had; why wouldn’t she? Her love was unstinting, like a sunrise stretching across the sky during the longest night of the year. He grinned at the thought of how many times over those three years he’d called out her name just to hear this exact reply. It wasn’t really any different than what he expected — yet somehow it felt so very good to hear it come back at him.

He walked deeper into the little studio until he found Sue sitting right where he expected — on the bed that dominated most of their living space; it served more often as a couch, but when it came time to get cozy, it’s purpose was pliant.

As if she’d been doing this all day, Sue sat pretending to read an old copy of some sci-fi novel, while posing in a bit of a staged way. His face lit up as he approached; after all these years together, he still couldn’t tell exactly which poses were real and which were merely his imagination working overtime. It didn’t matter; they were the same thing to him. All he cared about was that his beloved wife was happy.

It’s the story we all know and love, but with an open-ended twist. Who is Sue? Your ai will decide who Sue is. But remember this, Sue loves (You).

Beastie Bestie

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“Angelina, Angelina sweetie. No, this is wrong. You…you’re crazy or something. You shouldn’t be doing things like this with people, at all, I mean. I’m not going to fuck your horse. I’m still willing to be your boyfriend, I guess but…you can’t keep asking me to just, debase myself like this. I’m not into this kind of freaky shit, and even if you are…it’s sick!” Roy felt a deep sense of vindication and relief as he expressed himself to the petite fox girl in the stable, his heart hammering with emotional intensity. Angelina just stared at him and blinked for a moment, her expression profoundly blank and empty.

Suddenly, she spoke in a quiet, even tone, “I’ll give you $20,000 to fuck my horse, Roy. I don’t care about what we do afterwards, but if you do that, I’ll make it worth your while. Fucking Peasant.” She spat on the floor for emphasis at these last words, her expression suddenly fuming and half-feral. Roy just stared at her with profound sadness in his eyes, trembling slightly as he thought about how strange the whole day had turned out.

“$40,000 dollars, and you have to PROMISE me there aren’t any fucking…cameras or Nests or whatever gizmos your rich, fluffy ass can afford…”

Sometimes the rich can play by different rules, and when you’re beautiful, you can get away with even more. Beautiful, rich, fox women, though? You might not even wanna know what they can get away with…

Mimi’s Service Ticket

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Typically, you come to Mimi’s store to buy food, or perhaps some incense or candles to enliven the mood in your shop. But there is one item the cat girl has always had on display, more as a joke than a serious item for sale, but Mimi has always said she would honor it if someone bought it. The item in question? ‘Mimi’s service ticket.’ Looking at the ticket, it has a cute, if crude, drawing of Mimi’s smiling face on it with the statement: “This ticket grants the bearer the right to receive special service from Mimi whenever they wish!” And of course, by special service she means sexual favors.

Mimi looks at you with her head cocked, her ears sticking straight up as she wonders what you are there to buy. “Do you want some weapon polish? Some new cooking utensils?” She says in a curious tone, it never occurred to her that anyone would try and buy the ticket, after all, she priced it at fifty thousand gold coins, that’s enough to buy half the city! No one would ever pay that much!

Mimi the cat girl merchant put a ‘service ticket’ on sale in her shop for a ludicrous price as a joke. No one would ever buy it, right?

Solve My Riddles or Become Kitty’s Kibble

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The sphinx calmly padded up to the squealing, screaming, magically frozen group of women and casually plopped down on her furred side, tail sweeping about lazily. She raised her head and wearily regarded the group, occasionally licking at her wide paws as she spoke, “So, I’ve been magically enchanted to protect the Pharaoh’s tomb buried beneath your feet. I don’t know if you’re as savvy as that last group of interlopers I encountered, but I am the Sphinx of legend. My name is Heru-em Akhet, and I have a riddle for your group. Answer it correctly, and I’ll let you go. You may even have the riches of the Pharaoh’s horded wealth, no grave robbers have despoiled this land. Answer incorrectly, however, and I shall devour you alive. Understood?”

Archaeologists often do everything they can to uncover decrepit tombs and discover the true meanings of ancient legends. However, when presented with a stunning a nd unique opportunity to intimately investigate just such a myth, Odell’s tour group of female archaeologists balk at the chance to get up-close-and-personal with a piece of Egyptian history.

The Night is Young and Full of Surprises

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“Wait!” Cindy yelled, her gloved hand outstretched longingly. The bat woman stopped at her command, but still looked ready to fly off at any moment. The balloonist’s fear was rapidly being replaced by genuine curiosity, as she looked over the fluffy bat woman before her in the moonlight. The woman’s features were bestial, but strangely cute, though her nose was…non-traditional at best. Her clawed feet gripped the wicker basket bottom effortlessly, her strong legs flexing underneath her velvety body fur. Cindy couldn’t help but also notice that the womanly creature was completely nude, and possessed a rather lovely set of furred breasts, and perhaps something even more interesting under the tuft of fluff between her toned thighs. “W-what’s your name? I’m Cindy.”

The bat girl’s big, brown eyes furtively glanced at Cindy in return, as she chittered back, “Honda. I just wanted to make sure you were okay, I…I should really go.”

“Please, no, don’t. Wait, Honda? Like the car? Who named you, a fucking advertising company?” Cindy asked, trying not to slur her words.

We all want to meet the perfect person for ourselves, as success in romance is usually the biggest guarantee of happiness in life. However, when feisty, stout hot-air balloonist Cindy finds out who’s perfect for her, she’s caught off-guard by the non-traditional encounter.

The Friday of Reversed Gender Roles

Let’s make prompts that invert gender norms by bringing alpha females and the like to life.

2nd September, 2022

Hunky Homebody Husband

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Alright, lasagna’s going fine in the oven, plates and utensils are already set, radio’s tuned to Brad’s favorite station… yeah, I think I’ve got everything well under control. And if I’ve calculated things right, he should be coming back right about… now. And the moment I think that, sure enough, I can hear the telltale jingling of keys near the front door, and a few seconds later, Brad slumps into the hallway.

“Hi, honey!” I call out from the kitchen. “Dinner’s almost ready, so just sit down in the dining room!”

When an injury cut my football career dreams short, I was absolutely crushed and wondered if I would ever find my calling in life. A few years later, I find myself happily married to a very pretty, if rather brash husband that I adore. The former college football star, turned homebody husband? Why, it’s more likely than you might think!

Rat Racing

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Tim was staring at Allen incredulously, disbelieving his friend’s take on stat balance and armor preference, until an unlikely sight caught his attention. Several books knocked off the shelves behind Allen, as a white-furred presence crested over the very top of the towering shelf. Ria’s whiskered snout contorted with upset as she gazed down at the seated pair from on high. Tim was so perplexed, he barely had time to shout out in alarm, “Allen, look!” But it was too late.

Incensed beyond reason at this point, Ria leapt boldly from the top ledge, sending the huge shelf teetering dangerously and sending books flying from both sides. With a squealing, “Hieeeea!” sound, the petite murid launched herself down upon the closest of the two, slamming Allen down from his chair in a stupendous clatter. Ria kept the larger human man down by locking her slender, toned thighs about his head, her bristling white fur muffling his confused shouts. The rodent student’s short skirt concealed her coupling with Allen’s features, but it soon became clear that Ria wasn’t wearing underwear.

Procrastination can make the college experience hectic, and prescription drug abuse is not a consistent recipe for success.

Bear With Me

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Though Sharda barely felt his meager blows across her sturdy jaws and cheeks, the surprise of it caught her off-guard and alerted the bear’s defensive instincts. She gave him a warning swipe, which sent the delicate manling sprawling across the rocky cavern ground. The bear whined with worry, nuzzling at the fallen lad as red scratches welled across his pale face. Dan had crumpled under the bear’s strength, and hit the back of his head hard enough on the cave floor to create a matted spot of blood. The defeated human whimpered and pleaded with the musky, hoary animal leering over him. His confusion preventing the human from noticing the concern and kindness in Sharda’s big, brown eyes. As the human youth’s hysteria rose with mortal terror, the maternal grizzly knew she had to comfort the scared human and make her benevolent intentions clear.

Hunting isn’t always an outlet for latent sociopathy; sometimes it’s just a chance to enjoy the grandeur of nature and connect with your relatives in a masculine fashion. When Dan’s dad dies prematurely of work-related illness, the youth goes out on one last fateful trip to honor his deceased patriarch’s memory. However, this young man may find the woods harbors more surprises than he ever could have ever imagined.

Loli-Tamer Tamed? OR Man-Tamer’s Meaty Meal

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“Of course they hired you, poor fools. A whole meal.” A small silhouette emerged from the shadows, and with it, a carnal aura choked the air around me. We were kindred colleagues of a sort, masters of our own side of the same coin.

“How can you be surprised? Those Podunk idiots can’t handle you. So they made the right call and hired a professional. If anyone’s to blame it’s yourself; you’ve been a bit sloppy, haven’t you?”

A wry chuckle reverberated across the weathered walls, “And you’re one to talk.” The shadows left her, giving birth to flaxen-haired seductress before me. There was no wonder she’d stolen the seed and hearts of so many weak-willed bastards; by my own power alone did I resist her charms. An unassuming gown of white silk concealed her lithe form, but the moonlight played upon her subtle curves. This was a child, no doubt, though the Man-Tamer most certainly lived up to her reputation, “There’s still talk of your escapades in Dilus.”

I shrugged, “Escapades? You deflower a duke’s daughter, and maybe her handmaidens as well, and they call you a bad guy.”

The alleyway, usually a bile-stained hideaway for drunkards, had become a battlefield of legendary wills. We spoke like old friends, the infamous Man-Tamer and I, though our reputations had not been born of words. In fact, we barely conversed as an unspoken war raged between us; it felt almost wrong to interrupt the moment. Plus, with each passing moment I could feel her spell unraveling mine; I needed to focus.

The tables are turned when the legendary Loli-Tamer meets his fate-sworn nemesis. A cocky cunny crusher is confronted by a cum-draining kid.

Knight’s Naughty Night

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The shivering royal clutched up to his lupine savior tight, burying his face into the soft fluff of her collarbone. Isolde became increasingly aware of her close, intimate proximity with the prince, his heartbeat and warmth filling her with a long-repressed sense of affection. She draped her long muzzle over the top of his head protectively, still rubbing the cold from his body where ever her paws found it.

The night had nearly broken to dawn, and Isolde was in a groggy delirium from her lack of sleep, keeping alert and attentive to the prince clutching about her plaintively. When Prince Vayner began lightly humping up between Isolde’s strong, furry thighs, the wolf woman wasn’t in a coherent state. She squeezed up tighter around the smaller man, licking at the top of his blonde head affectionately as she gratefully received his pressing hips. Isolde was so dazed with sleepiness she didn’t even fully realized when the dry humping progressed to penetration, Vayner’s swelling manhood peaking out as he thumbed his ill-fitting clothes down. The prince gasped softly as he trepidatiously prodded his engorged tip through Isolde’s matted pubic fur, the wolf woman whining out in appreciation when his phallus stroke home into her puffy vaginal lips.

Everyone knows what to do when a dragon kidnaps a princess. However, when a dragoness kidnaps a prince, a professional is needed on the scene.

Harassed at the Beach

https://aetherroom.club/4386

“Mmh… look at that ass!” a second girl says loudly. Even in a modest pair of trunks and matching swim shirt, I can’t escape it. I knew I should have had a female friend come with me—the beach is hardly a safe place to spend an afternoon when you’re a single young man. I didn’t want to go alone, but I don’t have many guy friends that would be interested in going and only two female coworkers who I know well enough to feel safe asking. Both of those coworkers ridiculed me for my fears and said that they were too busy to listen to my irrational complaining, adding that no one will bother me if I don’t act like a slut. I tried all morning to convince myself that they were right, but the raucous jeering that surrounds me proves once more that my fears are justified.

Nowhere is safe for young men in today’s society. They’re the target of constant harassment and sexually-charged comments, with even young girls feeling bold enough to torment them with no legal or social consequences.

The Friday of Touhou Project

Let’s make prompts about a bullet hell game series created by an alcoholic that has become a content megalith due to permissive licencing, endearing characters, good music, and doujin culture.

19th August, 2022

What’s Touhou?

Rundown

Gensokyo

Mind the Gap

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To his surprise, what emerged out of the eldritch rift was not an equally eldritch monster, but the top half of a woman dressed in flashy purple clothing, smiling at him with a veneer of innocence. Having long blond hair and ample features that her outfit struggled to hide, this woman of exceptional beauty had an undeniable sense of maturity around her. The smiling lady lifted herself out, her legs crossed as she sat in the air with a parasol twirling in her delicate hands.

Primeval instincts screamed within Rintaro, warning of the aberration in the shape of a human girl. In an instant, he clambered back only to press against the wall directly behind him.

His antics seemed to only amuse her. “Pleased to meet you, my name is Yukari Yakumo,” she introduced herself nonchalantly.

Yukari is up to no good again, this time she’s thinking with portals.

Ran’s Deal

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Ran watches with amusement before responding, “Look at you two go, how cute. Ah, but…” she stands and looks over to the window, which has transitioned from a summery orange into a dark violet, “It’s getting late, is it not? Already time for you to be in bed.”

Chen immediately protests, crossing her arms behind her head defiantly. “Nah! I’m having fun with the human, and we’re not going to bed!”

The big, gentle looking kitsune shakes her head with a sigh. “Now listen here, little Chen,” Ran says in her soft voice, her tone serious, but with a hint of a caring mother-like quality underneath it all. “It’s already been settled. This is your bedtime, and so you should be getting to sleep!”

“Aw…”

Chen gives a lip-quivering moue at this interruption. She glances my way, considering her options, and then dejectedly shuffles past me to retreat to her room. I also stand up, and start walking to my own room when…

“Ah, human, please, wait a second,” Ran calls out, interrupting my departure as she closes the door to Chen’s room, turning back to face me. “I think there’s something we need to discuss before your bedtime, yeah?”

Another friendly evening with Chen must have pushed Ran over the edge. Guess you’re gonna have to stay up past your bedtime to hear what this nine-tailed hag has to say.

(You are not going to be getting to bed by bedtime)

Never Played It

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“OK, and why exactly do you need to record me beating the game?” I ask him, still confused.

Well, that question seems to have cut right to the heart of the matter, and Takuro’s face turns bright red with embarrassment. “Um… I need footage of, well, ‘me’ beating the game to prove to people online that I beat the game to prove my, er, gamer cred. Please, you got to help me, I can’t afford being exposed as a poser!” he begs, and lord, does he seem desperate. Indeed, before I can even respond, his expression gains a certain… glint. “Please, Flynn… I’d do anything…”

Whoa, where’s this coming from? Did he learn this from some sort of pervy Japanese cartoon or something? “What do you mean, anything?” I ask in return, suddenly feeling a strange combination of concerned… and curious.

One of my friends is very heavily into a series of magical anime girl shooter games, but one day, he admits to me that while he composes remixed music based on the games’ soundtracks and makes art based on the games’ characters, he’s never actually played them, apparently intimidated by their difficulty. Instead, he begs me to play them for him, and he tells me he’d do anything if I did that in a way that’s way too suggestive to be an accident. What have I gotten myself into?

Reimu Hakurei-pistu

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It wasn’t even mid-day and already the grounds of the Hakurei shrine were filled with the grumbling and half-spoken curses of its lone shrine maiden. For the sixth time this week, Reimu had to clean her bedding. That stupid new penis of hers just wouldn’t stop leaking!

“I swear, if I find who did this to me, they’ll be in a world of pain…”

Let’s say, hypothetically speaking, someone has drugged the shrine’s water supply for a month now, lacing it with futanium or something. Let’s then also assume that Reimu, while suffering the effects had been kept so busy she had no time to ever relief her new appendage in any meaningful way.

Gapped

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“So if there’s a universe out there where Touhou is real, where Yukari Yakumo exists, that means that she could totally manipulate the boundary between that universe and ours! She could totally exist and be out there! Show up any moment! Ah, just the thought is so exciting, isn’t it?”

His gaze ablaze he pumps his fist and looks at me.

“You really don’t get it, huh? She could show up here and take us to Gensokyo! Right now! We just have to believe in her! Those youkai need people to believe in them to exist after all. Something like that.”

Now he’s gone totally crazy, hasn’t he? I can only shake my head.

“Bro. Calm down. Calm down! There’s no way some anime girl would just show up here, no matter how powerful she is in the story. It’s not real, my man.”

Just then, a weird feeling of vertigo overcomes me. It’s as if my feet have lost contact with the ground. My eyes widening, I look down at the ground. Where the garish carpet of my friend’s apartment had been was now some weird purple hole full of creepy red eyes, tied off with ribbons on each end. Before I can react, I begin to fall straight into it, my friend launching himself at me and planting his belly on the table, unable to reach me before everything goes dark.

The last thing I hear is a drawn-out scream of frustration from my friend who was clearly staying behind and not currently falling into some weird space.

“So unfair! Take me instead!”

Something unexpected happens when your best friend starts going off on another boring rant about how great that Touhou thing is.

All for the sake of the Hakurei shrine…right?

https://aetherroom.club/4343

The wealthy degenerate proved the greed-struck shrine maiden wrong, of course. So for several weeks Jay would pay to watch Reimu perform some duties with her bosom on full display. Thanks to all the ‘donations’ she had earned this way, Reimu was able to perform a lot of important repairs to the shrine.

Then, he wanted to actually grope her! That went way too far, at least from where they started. Looking was one thing, but touching? That was too much… or not valued high enough by Jay.

Eventually Jay got his way and managed to enjoy the sensation of cupping Reimu’s breasts in his hands, with some hand-shaped bruises across his face when he pinched her nipples without warning, but the guy didn’t seem to mind; in fact he seemed to like it, and paid extra.

The shrine maiden was drawn from her reverie as Jay cleared his throat, pushing an open coffer filled with money towards the impoverished girl. “One million yen,” Jay said in his calm, measured tone. His flushed cheeks betrayed his arousal, however.

“And in exchange you want to do…what, exactly?”

Imagine being a rich schmuck with a desire to do terrible things to Reimu. Imagine your surprise when she’ll flash you her tits for a tootsie roll. What would some actual dosh do, you wonder? Well…

Fortune Teller’s Fortune Retold

https://aetherroom.club/4345

Reimu Hakurei, the shrine maiden of the Hakurei Shrine, stands before me poised to exterminate me without remorse. She has refused to listen to reason, and thus I have little choice but to defend myself. What she does not know, however, is that I am one of the only male characters in all of Touhou, and thus all of the masculinity that should have been diffused throughout a large cast is instead flowing through my veins like raw power! Piercing lightless voids that were once eyes gaze at the shrine maiden before me. The darkness of my presence parts like a fine mist as I descend from my place floating just above the ground, touching the ground with the tip of my feet and throwing my arms wide.

“Come, Reimu Hakurei! Let me show you the power of the Cock!” I roar in challenge.

Once, one of the only male characters in all of Touhou found himself wrongfully struck down by the dreaded Hakurei Reimu, merciless hound of the status quo. But what if things played had out differently? What if this innocent man stopped holding back, and unleashed the true power of Cock? Fight for freedom through this nightmare, or tread the harsh path to true peace. No matter what, the adventure of Fortune Teller begins now with a bang!

Phantasmagoria of Hag Heaven

https://aetherroom.club/4346

With my long labor over, I was free to lean back and observe my handiwork. It had been a difficult thing, installing many of the commodities here in a place so archaic as Gensokyo, but with the right capital and kappa industry it seemed anything was possible. Once a humble inn in the Human Village, this sprawling establishment had been converted into a composite bar, strip club,onsen, and amusement park. Named “Hag Heaven” for what I intended to use it for, I’d finally come upon the eve of my long standing dream; to live my life in the lap of luxury, or more accurately in the lap of mature older youkai.

A lunatic with the power to manipulate older women and too much money to spare decides to create a place where hags can be hags. His hags, that is.

Incident of Celestial Hag Correction

https://aetherroom.club/4347

As a Celestial, my life was one of pleasant and dreamlike amusement, fluttering about from one enjoyment to the next, but recently another of my ilk, the fool named Tenshi, had caused troubles for the land of Gensokyo below. Far from reprimanding her, all proceeded as usual, and I myself grew interested in interfering in my own way once her incident had been resolved. Standing up on my cloudy perch far above the crust of the Earth, I held in my hand a stolen treasure of Heaven, the Rod of Hag Correction. With this artifact I will cause my own incident in Gensokyo, by targeting its oldest and most powerful youkai and using the Rod to correct their behavior to suit my desires. With a mere thought I compel the clouds beneath my feet to carry me to my destination, another spot in the sky where one such hag awaits.

Emboldened by Tenshi’s shenanigans, a bored Celestial steals a heavenly artifact and decides to correct some of Gensokyo’s hags.

Jack Garland wanders into Gensokyo

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The gentle rustling of leaves mingled in the cool breeze with the innocent laughter of fairies that was carried upon it. The Earth and woods around abounded with green, both life and light in visible abundance. Gentle canopies of shade and streams of light alike mingled in a serene and thoughtful dance between the treetops, and the gnarled roots of ancient trees poked up from the land like the waves of an ocean frozen still in time. All was peaceful, all was beautiful. This land where the fantastic lived in peace with the world was known as Gensokyo.

“CHAOS is here, I can feel him!” a lone madman snarled to the voices in his head.

Like the start to a bad joke.

Do Your Best Kogasa-san!

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The rather conspicuous youkai was given a wide berth by the villagers she passed—not necessarily out of fear. As a karakasa, she fed off the fright and surprise of humans, and her antics had made her quite notorious among the locals. Most viewed her as a persistent, but harmless nuisance; a general annoyance, but not run out of town yet. Her results had been particularly discouraging lately, though—even the children had grown used to her tactics.

Her morning had been spent on a fruitless search for prey, and as noon arrived she took a moment to rest beside a teahouse. Even as Kogasa took a bite out of a discarded teacake, the hunger for the startled spirit of a victim didn’t subside at all. Groaning, she turned to her side. “People just don’t fear youkai like they used to, you know?”

A story about a bothersome umbrella.

Big Brothers V2

https://aetherroom.club/4353

“She wakes!” A fellow Night lord cried with all the giddiness of a child, the monolith of an astartes reduced to an eager servant. Larz and Krekit collected their war gear before slinking into the desecrated citadel that was once this world’s planetary administratum. There, guarded by a cadre of ghoulish traitor legionaries, roused the dimensionally displaced damsel. Even in her slumber, Remilia possessed a perfect beauty; short, blue-grey hair fell from her frilled bonnet in messy tufts.

Remilia’s eyes flickered open, taking in gothic walls and stained glass windows, a strange sense of calm washing over her; a kind of peace. This felt like home, but then confusion passed across her face as if she were struggling to remember where she was. It was almost as if time itself was bent out of shape as Remilia took in what was happening to this alien world, the madness seething around the battlements with its thousands upon thousands of victims screaming and crying for mercy which would never be given. And yet she appeared at peace despite it all, smiling dreamily even though the world around her had become hell on earth.

“Good morning, little sister!” Larz serrated maw curled into an unnatural yet genuine smile, “did you sleep well?”

Flung into a dimension entirely unlike her own, Remilia finds companionship in the company of unlikely sycophants: The VIIIth Legion. Midnight clad. Night Lords.

The Magus and Marisa

https://aetherroom.club/4354

“Hey!” A spritely voice, laced with both curiosity and accusation, called from a leafy cropping of nearby shrubbery. Sobek lifted his gaze toward the source: a little human girl. Black clad in a simple yet admittedly adorable dress, lined with snowy ruffles and buttoned pockets, she wagged a crooked little broomstick with youthful arrogance. Her skin was as pale white as fresh chalk and her golden curls fell about her face in loose ringlets; almost angelic if not for the smirk which curled at her lips, giving her all the appearance of a naughty child with a stubborn temper. “You’re the funniest looking yokai I’ve ever seen; what’s with all the pointy bits?”

The rustling of leaves seemed to recede behind a low rumble. “A child. I am being insulted by a child.” Sobek was downright prehistoric in age and temperament alike, an arch-magus who had lived ten millennia collecting vast libraries of forbidden tomes and daemonic scrolls. To be lectured on this backwater planet by such a primitive little girl; his blood boiled like rivers of promethium. “A child,” the exalted one scoffed from the coverage of his shimmering faceplate, “Now I am being questioned by a child. Very well, I see I must make an example out of this world.” Sobek dusted at his prosperine tabard with clawed, metallic digits, before honing his psychic might like a swordsman would use a whetstone.

Ripped from his grim dark universe, exalted sorcerer Sobek of the Thousand Sons must make due under the tutelage of a self-made witch, Marisa.

The Friday of Royalty and Nobility

Let’s make prompts about high society, and the rampant blue-blooded brown-nosing therein.

5th August, 2022

Lady Mia’s Self-Made Downfall

https://aetherroom.club/4289

Mia realized her father would murder Randy if he took her first time. She couldn’t bear the thought of having him die for her freedom, not when she loved him with all her heart. She needed a plan, something that wouldn’t endanger his life too much. Perhaps she shouldn’t let Randy have her first time… No matter how much she wanted to stay loyal, she must lay with other men until she was cast out from nobility. ‘No matter’ she realized, as virginity was a concept that only mattered to nobles… Right?

Mia decided that the only way to protect Randy was to act like a whore. She would have sex with anyone who asked, and show no shame or regret afterward. If her reputation became sullied enough, her father might see her unfit for marriage and toss her aside. She would become a commoner, and live her life with Randy forevermore!

Lady Mia publically degrades herself in pursuit of happiness.

A Royal Pain

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And so, Senna was burdened with a desire no man would indulge her, a hunger she could never sate—or at least, that was what she had thought, until providence had seen fit to tempt her with an opportunity, one the Princess had seized upon without hesitation.

After a lifetime of loyal service—and discretion—the Castle’s torturer had passed away, leaving his post vacant. Finding none of adequate cruelty among the guard with which to replace him, the King had sought a skilled replacement from beyond his borders—and found one, in the form of a disgraced soldier by the name of Edward Carrow. Now he was to serve as the new master of the same dungeon Senna now hurried through, a stolen key clutched tightly to her laced bodice.

A princess with a depraved secret disguises herself as a peasant to indulge in her masochistic fantasies.

Royal Pains - the path of anger

https://aetherroom.club/4291

No, I'm not sure what this image has to do with the prompt.

“No, no, that simply won’t do. Try again.”

“Pardon?” James asked, feeling his face grow red with his rising temper. “I’m afraid I don’t quite understand.”

“Go out, and come back inside as would befit the head of my servants. I can’t stand to look at you without the proper show of respect,” the princess cooed, waving James away with a lazy motion of her hand. The brat couldn’t even keep a straight face, as her polite frown turned into a cruel, self-satisfied smirk.

With a hasty bow, and trembling fists, James hurried out of the room, shut the door and paused for a few breaths before knocking on the door.

“You may come inside,” the princess announced. James re-entered the brat’s bed chamber and bowed, far too deep to seem proper, before stepping beside her.

James felt the heat of his face rise as he took in the smug expression the princess regarded him with.

“See? That’s much better. Was it really so hard to show a princess the proper amount of respect? Tsk tsk, I thought I’d taught you better by now, Jimmy,” Leonora hummed. The amount of gloating she put into those words was only overshone by the radiant smugness of her sickening smile.

Something snapped inside of James at that moment. Decades of servitude and humility could not help to quell the rage that had festered and broiled inside of him ever since he had been put in charge of this demon of a princess.

James’s polite mask of a servant crumbled, revealing the enraged and almost mad visage that had hidden underneath.

What happens when you’re the sole caretaker to a sickly and demanding young prince(ss)?

Put simply: correction of their attitude.

A New Style of Harem

https://aetherroom.club/4288

This, of course, allows for me to further pursue my policies of liberalization, which doesn’t just involve passing new laws and voiding tyrannical old ones, but also some additional changes that involve the palace and its denizens. Over the last few months, my soldiers have been scouring the world, searching for people to join my new harem. But not women. My new harem consists exclusively of men, to further distance myself from my father’s reign. A dozen men, from all over the world, now live at my palace. They are paid very well and given great freedom within the palace grounds, with them basically having free reign over the place, full command of my servants, and the right to disobey me if they so choose. Something like this is completely unprecedented and could end in disaster, but so far, things have gone quite well. Despite my harem now being twelve men from all over the world that have total freedom, they ultimately do what I ask them to most of the time, not out of obedience, but out of friendship.

After taking over as the king of Al-Larian after the death of my tyrannical father, I seek to show the realm that things will be different now, more moderate, more tolerant. And to lead by example, I have freed all the women of my father’s old harem, replacing them with a dozen of handsome men that are paid well and given great freedoms. I find that giving freedom and opportunity for consent makes the intimacy that much more enjoyable…

The Wild’s New Garb

https://aetherroom.club/4294

Fighting to keep her face impassive, Zariqua eyed the loom where the weavers were currently putting the finishing touches on her attire. Supposedly, anyway. All she could see was the device as the hyenas mimed the movements of weaving. By now, several of her courtiers had spoke praises for the exquisite detail and finish of the garment, even if she herself apparently couldn’t see it. Nonetheless, there was no mistaking the effect the material had on those around her, judging by the way everyone watched the process with rapt attention. Suddenly turning to her retainer, the queen questioned, “What do you think of it?”

Stiffening, the zebra stammered, “Well… uh, it is certainly a fascinating, intricate design. One that certainly leaves an impact on anyone who sees it.” Nervously scratching behind his ear, the zebra added, “You will look marvelous in this garment, Your Majesty. A wonder of the ages.”

Satisfied for the moment, the lioness awaited the end of the process, standing in silence while the hyenas twirled the strings of the loom in a dizzying manner. Finally, the loom fell still, and the weavers came to stand in front of their ruler. They held up their creation for inspection, displaying the outfit between their empty paws.

“Uh, yes, it’s quite remarkable,” Queen Zariqua muttered, reluctantly faking scrutiny of the garment, hoping they couldn’t tell that she was unable to see it at all.

Lioness queen is tricked into attending her coronation naked.

Kalphite Queen Head

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It was an order to her guards, and they promptly listened, stopping everything that they were doing, and backing off from my naked form. My heart was beating like the wings of a wasp as I watched the Queen move up closer to me. The smell wafting off of her body—that stale and musky smell—was strong enough to choke me. It was the same smell that had permeated my clothes, likely a pheromone of sorts, a chemical signal that the Queen was emitting to her loyal subjects—and to me, too?

She came to a stop; she was so close to me that I could feel the heat radiating off of her carapace. Her antennae were twitching like crazy, her abdomen was shaking, and a large line of spittle was dribbling down from her mouth, landing on the tip of my boot. Why hadn’t she had killed me yet?

That’s when it dawned on me. This whole charade wasn’t a threat, it was an invitation; an invite to mate—an invitation to impregnate. It was an invitation that I didn’t want to accept.

Getting a blowjob from a giant, monster bug?

I guess that’s one way you’re going to complete the desert hard diaries (runescape joke).

The Knight, The Princess and The Dragon

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“Princess!” cried Sir Reinhold in astonishment. “Your father has sent me to save you from this irksome wyrm! Has it harmed you?”

“Oh no,” she said lightly. “she has been naught but kind in her treatment of me.”

The knight narrowed his eyes as he ran his gaze over the dragon. “She? Tis’ a she?”

The princess nodded cheerily. “Aye, a most sweet creature. And I believe she had something to tell you, didn’t you darling?”

The dragon shifted nervously, her large reptilian eyes fixed on Sir Reinhold. She loosed an adorable yelp that was completely unbecoming of such a fearsome beast and inched closer to the princess, who put a reassuring hand on her massive snout.

“Come now, dearest, there’s no need to be shy.” said the princess gently. “Go on, tell him what you wanted to say.”

A dragon had kidnapped the princess! A tailor-made quest for the the kingdom’s top knight, Sir Reinhold.

Prince Pursuing Potency Potion

https://aetherroom.club/4298

The prince felt Hyra spasm and shake under him, alarming the meek man until she finally burst out in a high-pitched, mocking bout of inhuman laughter, “You’d know if gnolls could knock-up a human, this whole place would be crawling with ‘em!” Finally, Hyra stifled her mirth and responded evenly, “My dumbass kids keep getting killed. I gotta keep pumping out pups to fill the tribe with loyalists. That means I gotta get bred by the strongest gnoll. You got a problem with it, take it up with Rauncher, I don’t care. Wait, actually, don’t go near Rauncher–” But it was too late, and Hyra was surprised to find Otto angry beyond words as he fidgeted about in her lap like a riotous child during bath-time.

The proud royal was absolutely incensed by this revelation. Otto had been walking on eggshells to countenance himself to Hyra’s domineering nature. And all the while she had been off getting impregnated by gnolls? This was unacceptable, even if he hadn’t always been entirely honest with his wife, occasionally undermining her more ferocious and ill-advised actions. Otto had managed to keep his clandestine project of nursing Hyra’s shrimpy wedding-day victim back to health a secret, but that didn’t justify this betrayal. After realizing he couldn’t wrench free of the big hyenid woman’s hold, Otto finally blurted out, “I demand satisfaction, I demand my honor be upheld! I demand a duel!” Hyra just rolled her eyes at this revelation, hoping her little human lover didn’t get himself hurt.

A second part to prompt 4199, “Gnarled Gnolls and Gory Gowns.” This action-packed adventure sees the turbulent relationship between the human royal, Otto, and his new gnoll wife, Hyra, expand and develop as the challenges of inter-species marriage compound. Will their unlikely union end in tragedy, or triumph?

The Friday of Wholesome Lovey Dovey Romance

Let’s make prompts about a plethora of things! Slow burn, budding feelings, H*nd holding, red faces, and happy-ever-afters, oh my!

22nd July, 2022

Rachel and Karumi

https://aidsprompts.crabdance.com/4194

“Mistress… It has been so long. I hope you’re doing okay.”

Rachel smiled. “I’m fine. How are you?”

“I am well. I have not seen my sisters in ages.” He said with a smile.

Kurumi woke next. “What happened?” She asked.

“You were both asleep for over two thousand years. You were the last ones to sleep. We were waiting for your return.” He answered.

She nodded. “Thank you for waking us up. But why did we need to be awakened?”

“Because there is something that needs to be done.” He told her.

Two near immortal lovers reawakened after an indetermable amount of time. There’s some epic destiny for them, but they just want to cuddle and love ach other.

Drive Me Crazy

https://aidsprompts.crabdance.com/4195

She signed up for this job as a summer gig before the next semester of high school, figuring it’d be a perfect fit considering how she did roller derby. After getting onboarded, Alison was zipping around Jackson Diner like she was born for it: making small talk with the customers, rattling off orders to the kitchen, and even doing some minor tricks when the fancy hit her.

Things changed, however, on a sunny day in July. Alison was weaving down the tables with a tray full of milkshakes. Then, she saw her.

A girl, sitting alone at Booth 8, blonde hair framing her pale face as she stared down at a book. Her shoulders were slim but straight as she read with perfect posture. She wore the immaculate uniform of the local private school, Yarrow Prep: navy blazer, white blouse, and plaid skirt.

She was the most beautiful girl Alison had ever seen.

Alison was a girl who took on a summer job waitressing and rollerskating at the retro Jackson Diner. It was a good way to earn some bucks during the summer, though she didn’t anticipate falling head over heels for the mysterious girl at Booth 8. Now all she’s gotta do is to learn her name before the end of her shift…though that may be easier said than done.

Cornered Prey

https://aidsprompts.crabdance.com/4196

“S-stinky?” she blurted incredulously, somehow that being the first thing she objected to.

“I have a nose, girl,” the cheetah said with a teasing lilt, “And you smell real pent up.” Her weight pressed against Amy’s chest as the cat leaned in close, still keeping their bodies locked together as she reached up to delicately sniff Amy’s neck. She could feel the thin fur on the cheetah’s snout slide along the sensitive skin under her chin as her curious tongue came out to explore the crevice between her neck and jaw.

“S-sorry, I’m… It-it’s the, ah—”

“Heat,” the spotted cat giggled, “I know. Most girls get this way every now and then.” The subtle shift of her hips had them pressed tightly against one another, causing the young deer to clench her thighs together instinctively. “But… nobody should have to suffer through it alone.”

Anthro doe in the throes of heat is saved by a random encounter.

A Knock At The Door

https://aidsprompts.crabdance.com/4198

I began to mention the idea of a weekend trip we planned to do together, when she suddenly I heard a knock at the door. I wondered who it could be so early, but I went over, opened the door, and found myself face to face with a man in a business suit. He looked wholly out of place here, in this remote village where people maintained the old ways of the town.

“Oh. Hello.” I said calmly, a bit confused, though also curious at the same time.

He tapped one finger to his earpiece, and whispered into it: “He’s here.”

“I’m sorry, what is this about? Is there a problem?”

He paused, adjusting his tie uncomfortably. He let out a long sigh, before answering, “Well… we need to talk.”

The look on his face made me nervous, and I tried to repeat: “What? Talk about what? About what?”

Kitsunes, a perfect happy lovey dovey world, and literally my least favorite recurring antagonist: reality. If you wake up, it’s all returning to nothing.

Dark Ride Desires

https://aidsprompts.crabdance.com/4189

However, after the second display, we find ourselves drifting into an extended section of darkness. Before long, I can hardly see anything, barely able to make out Scott’s form right next to me. And it is here where he makes a strange comment, saying “Hey, did you know that these dark rides aren’t just for kids? In fact, there’s a sort of tradition amongst teenagers and other couples to ride these dark rides and get up to some rather intimate stuff in the darkness. Where nobody can see you… why, I’m sure there’s quite a lot of people that felt free to finally show their affection in a way they didn’t dare to in public. Sounds nice, doesn’t it?”

For quite some time now, I’ve been harboring feelings for my best friend, feelings that are deeper than just friendship. And him inviting me to an amusement park definitely doesn’t help in keeping those feelings at bay. But then, he takes me along on a dark ride, and there, as the tunnel swallows our little vehicle, he makes a sly comment. Does he know, and does he want me to make the move?

All-Night Book Store

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He doesn’t seem to notice me, though the reading corner is a bit off to the side, so it makes sense. Quietly, I watch as he looks around nervously before heading over to one of the employees. He seems to be asking something, but I can’t hear anything because he’s being real hush-hush about it, which really makes me wonder just what he’s looking for. And when he apparently gets his answer and takes off, I see why… he’s heading right for the adult section. Now, really, I shouldn’t stick my nose in things where it doesn’t belong, but I just can’t resist wanting to know more.

When a few moments have passed, I get up from the bean bag chair and follow him into the adult section, where it doesn’t take long for me to spot him again, but it’s where I spot him that throws me off. There he stands, Elias, my sporty friend that I would figure could be swarming with girls if he wanted to… looking at gay romance novels.

This town has a bookstore that’s open 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. Nobody’s quite sure who exactly the target audience for this sort of all-night book store is, but I actually find myself dropping by in the dead of night frequently, just for the ambiance of it all. But tonight, I spot someone I know heading for the adult section, and I can’t resist following…

Sucks You Got Dumped Bro

https://aidsprompts.crabdance.com/4191

Now I’m just completely dumbstruck. I can’t even manage to stifle a laugh. “You… you can’t be my girlfriend!” I reply, confused that I even have to say it.

But he just looks at me like what I’m saying is incomprehensible. “Why not?” is all he asks in return.

I can’t believe this guy! He either just doesn’t know how these things are supposed to work, or doesn’t care. “Y-You’re… a guy!” I say, still in awe in a weird way.

“Yeah, and? Momma always said it’s what’s on the inside that counts, bro! So I’ll be the best girlfriend on the inside I can be, and then ya won’t have to cry anymore!” he explains, like it’s the simplest thing in the world. “We’ll do girlfriend things, like, uh, holdin’ hands, sharin’ chocolate on Valentine’s Day, or gettin’ under the covers together!”

One would think that I’d eventually learn that I just can’t get relationships to work, but no, now I find myself in another breakup. But while I sit in my dorm room, sulking and stewing in my misery, my roommate shows up and tries to cheer me up… in his own way.

https://aidsprompts.crabdance.com/4192

The mood in the room takes a turn at this point, almost like the temperature is rising just from us both knowing what it is that’s happening here. Ellis, being blind and all, has never actually seen my face before. In a way, he sees through touch. I’m sure this is something he’s been thinking about for quite some time, and only now he’s managed to summon up the bravery to actually ask the question. This is an intimacy level we’ve never gone to before.

Living with a blind roommate has changed quite a few things about how I live my life, but at the same time, I wouldn’t have it any other way. I’m very glad to have him as a roommate and a friend. However, one day, he makes a slightly more… intimate request of me. Of course, I oblige, but this might change our relationship forever…

https://aidsprompts.crabdance.com/4193

Lucius reaches out to caress his cheek, a sudden serious look on his face. “Lord Raymond… we care about you, but you still keep those walls up around you. Soon, we’ll be moving out, to fight a war we don’t know if we can win. So… I want to show you the warmth we have for you. The love that you’ve been rejecting. Please, Lord Raymond… if just for one night, indulge us,” he says.

All the while, Raven’s expression just shifts multiple times, and it’s so clear he’s confused. He wants to protest, to throw us out… but he can’t bring himself to do it.

As a young tactician that now travels with a large group trying to save the world from a great evil, there are many people that I have to take care of and help out, though I will always make time for Lucius, the one that rescued me from a grave darkness clouding my mind. While we currently rest at one of the noblemen’s castles, he asks me to help him with his friend, a sullen mercenary that needs some love.

Gnarled Gnolls and Gory Gowns

https://aidsprompts.crabdance.com/4199

The amateur hairdressing noble was surprised to find Hyra’s coat of fur possessed a fluffy, curly springiness when unencumbered by saturating body oils. Her tan, mottled coat soon puffing out fantastically, almost comically compared to her earlier unkempt countenance. Tactfully finishing the primping session by massaging beard oil through her thick, scruffy mane, Otto noticed Hyra finally open her beady eyes, their rims slightly crusted with dried tear gunk and bath residue. The small, human prince immediately tensed with anxiety as Hyra’s expression suddenly flared with indiscernible gnollish emotions, her trembling paw passing across her soft, bouncy mane. Otto was poised to make a break for it, until Hyra’s throaty voice grumbled out, “I’m…pretty. You made me pretty…”

Both obligations and privileges abound for the royal princes of the Barlow family, which rules the beset Bruin kingdom. Otto Barlow has been entrusted with the kingdom’s northern principality, a land beset by barbarous and bestial races of a fetid nature, who worship perverse and violent gods. Managing to carve out a life of luxury for himself, the carefully-managed equilibrium of Otto’s fraught realm is challenged by a massive political maneuver from the royal family. How will the pampered princeling cope after getting an intimate introduction to gnollish culture at the hands of Hyra the Head Hewer, a gnoll warrior queen of ferocious and unstable temperament?

Lana and the Rain

https://aidsprompts.crabdance.com/4200

“Nigel?” I’d head a familiar voice ask, followed by a “Are you still awake?” coming from behind the door to my study. I turned, then, baffled as I watched Lana creep into my bedroom, a candle in her hand.

She looked desperate, then; all her usual confidence and certainty was replaced by an air of despair. Lana looked like she’d seen a ghost. Her gorgeous, lush, chestnut colored hair was tied in a lazy braid that hugged her shoulder. And I couldn’t help but notice this being the first time I saw my childhood friend in a nightgown.

Only another utterance of my name pulled me out of my reverie over the sight Lana inadvertently presented to me.

“Wh-why yes, Lana, I’m wide awake,” I whispered back to her, watching with glee as a warm smile spread across her desperate face. Not wanting to be too noisy I motioned for her to join me in sitting on my bed, which she quickly did and pulled me into a tight embrace; but not before safely placing the candle on by bedside table.

“Oh, Nigel,” Lana muttered into my chest as she held onto my arms, “I just couldn’t find any calm on my own tonight.”

Wax poetically about a friend of old you share a wall and hidden door with. Comfort her through a night most dark and dreary.

Kokomo

https://aidsprompts.crabdance.com/4208

“I’m going shopping! Be right back!”

I barely had the time to process all that before she slammed the door behind her. I ran towards the window, where I saw her putting on her helmet and straddling her bike.

“Hey! What are you getting?” I called.

“Stuff!” Millie shouted. “Stay put!” And off she flew down the street.

There was nothing for me to do but to wait for her. After what seemed like hours, my doorbell rang. I opened it and saw Millie grinning triumphantly. The basket of her bike was loaded (very precariously) with bags.

“What’s all this?” I asked.

“A trip to paradise,” she said, tromping off toward my backyard with me and her bike in tow.

It was another boring day of a featureless summer vacation, way out in the middle of nowhere. If only I could go to a tropical island somewhere… that’d be the best. Unfortunately, I was stuck out here in the sticks. However, it seems that my childhood friend Millie is determined to make, at least in some small way, my dream a reality.

Fluffy Comforts

https://aidsprompts.crabdance.com/4212

“Did you say something, darling?” Kasumi asked brightly as she walked back over and sat down on the bed again, her fluffy tails covering me a second time.

“Just a little coughing fit,” I lied.

“Well, this should help with that!” Kasumi said as she stirred the soup, “Chicken noodle! That’s what humans have when they’re sick, right?”

“Right,” I said with a smile. Kasumi looked so enthusiastic about something as simple as just taking care of the person she loved, and I found myself falling for her all over again.

“Great! Open wide then, darling!” Kasumi said as she lifted a spoonful of soup up out of the bowl.

“Kass, I’m fully capable of—”

After catching a nasty case of the flu, your Kitsune girlfriend (and hopefully, soon to be wife) Kasumi comes over to nurse you back to health! Can you stop her from finding out about the surprise of your planned proposal as she does all she can to make you feel better?

Mirror of Deepest Desire

https://aidsprompts.crabdance.com/4214

“That’s a little anticlimactic.”

“I’m hoping to keep it that way,” I said. “The relic we’ve been looking for is inside, and it’s the Mirror of Deepest Desires. So to avoid any… embarrassing moments, don’t… look into it.”

She seemed to take a moment to understand before a teasing simper broke out on her face. “Oh! You don’t want your trusty elf compatriot peering into the dark crevices of the human psyche, eh? Your perverted mind’s dreams getting leaked?”

“Oh, shut up. Look, it’s not that. I’m just warning you. That thing is dangerous. What if one of our deepest desires is something that changes our adventuring forever, you know?”

While I braced for another simply flippant remark from my lackadaisical friend, a serious tone crept into her voice. “Right, yeah… wouldn’t want to give that up.”

There’s no start to a relationship like a relic accidentally revealing each other’s deepest desires. But said desires, they are not degenerate. They are happy ever after marriage. With all that on the table, it’s time to get serious with Sana, your dorky elf… friend? Lover? It’s complicated. Thanks a lot, fuckin’… mirror…

Oil, Metal, and Romance

https://aidsprompts.crabdance.com/4211

A whoop of excitement broke me out of my contemplation—I spun to see a pair of legs clad in cargo pants hanging from the engine compartment. As the legs emerged, a white, grease stained tank top was revealed until finally her head was clear. The face that gazed at me had slightly thick eyebrows, tousled blonde hair, a small nose and freckles, as well as a smear of machine grease on her forehead. My childhood friend was examining the plane I’d landed; She’d been the one to repair it. Jeanne was a certified greasemonkey, while I was a pilot and She had roped me into a test flight of her latest project. Her thorough examination of the craft didn’t take long—soon the tomboyish mechanic turned to regard me with bright eyes, completely unfazed by the grease and oil stains on her top half.

“Well?” she asked expectantly, her tone slightly anxious.

I took off my cap and ran my fingers through my short brown hair. “It’s fine,” I nodded, “the thing flies like a dream.”

“I’ll be damned!” Jeanne grinned like an excited child, flinging her arms wide. “Hug!”

You’ve just completed a test flight for your childhood friend and skilled mechanic, Jeanne. After checking the plane over, she wants nothing more than a big hug…right?

Let’s All Love lain

https://aidsprompts.crabdance.com/4213

Lain, and by extension, her NAVI, was considered by many to be the queen of the Wired World: a digital realm that connected humanity. The Wired had overtaken Lain’s life in every way, as if she had no choice but to be its goddess. And it was all through this hulking machine that had crowded her bedroom.

Lain suddenly had a strange idea. She crawled close to the blackened main screen of her NAVI, seeing her own reflection in the screen. Lain bent in close and whispered to the machine:

“I love you.”

Lain loves her NAVI very much.

The Contract

https://aidsprompts.crabdance.com/4215

“It’s been a decade, Human, more than enough time to settle down. I see no wife! I see no children!” She snarled, “How am I supposed to get the firstborn I was promised?”

“I—I don’t know,” I stammered…it wasn’t like I hadn’t wanted a wife and kids to share my home with.

She rose from her seat; fire burning in her eyes as she started to pace. Long, tanned legs flashed beneath her dress and her crimson hair whipped around her head, framing her pointed ears and snapping black eyes. “You have a duty to fulfill your end of the bargain, Human. What is it you plan to do about it?”

“I’m sorry,” my words fell flat against her anger. “I can’t give you what you want.”

I could almost see her mind working, her brow furrowing as she ran through her options in her head. She quickly discarded the thought of forcing me to find a woman. Instead, she began pacing again; her hands balled into fists at her sides. “What if there were another way?”

“Another way? What are you talking about?” My curiosity piqued.

At death’s doorstep, you promised your firstborn child in exchange for salvation. A decade later, single and childless, your worst fear comes true when the demoness returns to claim your firstborn. Out of desperation, a bargain is struck.

Escorting the Elven Diplomat

https://aetherroom.club/4216

After dinner, Shanella insisted that she take care of booking a room. So, while I waited, she talked quietly to Gaius near the bar. It didn’t take long for her to conclude the business before returning to collect me. She led me up the stairs and to our room—naturally, I entered first to check for any danger to the diplomat.

What I saw gave me pause. Instead of there being two beds, one for the diplomat and one for I—her knightly escort—there was only a single, large bed. A couple’s bed.

Spinning on my feet, I glanced in askance at Shanella only to see her locking the door behind us. “Shanella?”

“It’s exactly what you suspect,” she said simply.

You’ve been assigned to show the Elven diplomat around the city and, after a day of taking in the sights, Shanella has arranged for some alone time with you without your knowledge. Dive right in to the action, so to speak.

A Sweet Treat For The Blacksmith

https://aetherroom.club/4222

“Hi.”

“What brings you here today?”

“Just looking at your work—it’s really good.”

She beams at me. “Thanks! You should see some of the stuff that comes out of here; it’s hard work. But when it’s done right, like this—” she holds up the piece of armor, “—it’s amazing.”

“I can imagine. Set that aside, I’ve brought you a treat.” I cajole her over to the counter where a dish of ice keeps sliced watermelon cool.

I can see the delight in Millie’s eyes as she spies the fruit, but her gaze quickly drops to her hands with an abashed frown. “My hands are dirty from soot and sweat…” She laments, looking for a clean cloth.

After watching your blacksmith friend at work, you feed her some refreshing watermelon so that she doesn’t have to touch it with her hands and things take a turn for the sensual.

The Friday of Babysitters

Let’s make prompts about the sweet, sweet dynamic of babysitters and… those who are babysat. It doesn’t have to be sweet!

7th July, 2022

Sailor Moon, but if She Was a Snake Person That Ate People

https://prompts.aidg.club/4062

Queen Beryl awaited atop her flowery throne for the foolish Sailor Scouts to arrive, eager to achieve the Dark Kingdom’s final victory by wiping away the last traces of the Moon Kingdom’s existence. This carefully prepared battlefield would bear witness to her glorious victory, and herald her status as the greatest of sorceresses to have ever existed. If she could exterminate those pitiable girls, Queen Metalia would surely grant Beryl greater access to the overwhelming powers of the Negaverse. The only trouble that anxiously gnawed at the slender woman’s proud mind, was the unlikely resilience the Sailor Scouts suddenly enjoyed against her powerful augury magic.

The sorceress had been unable to keep tabs on the five feminine thorns in her side, and so prepared enchanted countermeasures to ensnare each Sailor, preying upon their respective weaknesses. Queen Beryl would personally confront Sailor Moon herself, while the mighty lunar champion’s guardians were disunited and disposed of by her minions and traps. But, when an ominous sliding noise rapidly approached Queen Beryl’s personal dais, the powerful enchantress was caught off-guard by the failure of her scrying charms. A hissing voice rose out from behind, “Hey, Queen Beryl, check it out.”

Queen Beryl’s got cute feet, what more do you need to hear?

Strange Kuudere Girl

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https://prompts.aidg.club/4061

The curtain on the window dances lightly, pushed around by the hot summer wind. The old floor fan hums gently as it slowly turns its head back and forth, passing the air around the room and making the heat a bit more bearable.

The melancholic monotony of the summer evening is broken by the lovely voice of your cousin.

“Sex.” the girl laying on the bed says, continuing to stare at the ceiling.

“What?” surprised by her word, you reply.

“Do to me.” she responds.

“You can’t just ask for sex like that!” you grunt.

“Why?” she turns to you and looks into your eyes, her face devoid of any emotions. “We did before.”

She was always like this.

During my testing she managed to keep her dejected demeanor, but your mileage may vary.

Out Fur Walkies

https://prompts.aidg.club/4063

Alina just didn’t feel safe after suffering a violent mugging last year. The policeman had explained that the young lizard woman was likely targeted because of her looks, petite stature, and taste for expensive jewelry. Even as time went on, she couldn’t shake the horrid memories of being wantonly groped as her beloved bijoux were systematically seized. The stinking criminal had slunk off from an alarming noise before events could proceed too drastically, but Alina couldn’t forget how close she was to suffering an even more invasive exploitation. Determined to regain her power and abandon her agoraphobic seclusion, the meek reptile woman began taking precautions to walk the streets without fear.

Some dogs require frequent walking to relieve their natural tension and energy and keep their physique healthy. Responsible pets owners should make sure they can keep up with their pet’s demanding natures when selecting an appropriate dog breed.

A Scaly Sentinel

https://prompts.aidg.club/4066

Golden shod hooves clapped against the rocky path, its rough travel betraying its lack of visitors. The pair atop the horse were equally finely-adorned, their dark robes sewn with beads and gemstones that glistened in the sun’s rays. Despite their finery and garb, neither one looked happy as they rode on, with the man at the reins sweaty and strained and the youth seated behind him staring impassively at the scenery passing by.

At last the path leveled out, revealing the mouth of a cave, thick with shadows the rays of the setting sun failed to pierce. The pair dismounted and made their way towards its entrance, the young prince trailing after his sire without a word. They paused outside the opening, the boy brushing up against the back of his father’s robes as he stared into the darkness within. The elder man fidgeted nervously before turning towards his son. Shitty king foists his brat on his ancient, scaly relative.

This Ready Flesh

https://prompts.aidg.club/4067

“Good morning, X789.”

The Babysitter’s corrugated voice scraped my eardrums, dragging me out of my drugged sleep. I blinked against the harsh fluorescent lights, tensing as the Babysitter removed my IV. Her mandibles closed around the tube in a hungry suckling motion. Every part of my body screamed at me to run—but there was nowhere to go. Beyond the door of my cell were countless others identical to it. In this concrete hell, there were no windows to look out of, no stars to gaze upon…only the sad sight of imprisoned Children guarded by a grotesque menagerie of Babysitters.

Ruling over it all was Mother, who we never saw. All we knew was that sometimes, the Babysitters came for certain Children and took them away forevermore.

“You need more nutrition,” the Babysitter said after she finished. “Don’t you want to be strong for Mother?” She stroked my cheek in a hideous facsimile of a caress, then grasped my hand with her claw. The door of my cell opened, and we joined the stream of Children heading towards the dining hall.

Step into the dark world of the Cells, where you are Subject X789. In this concrete purgatory, you are one of Mother’s Children, watched over by a menagerie of grotesque Babysitters. As your fellow Children succumb to the corrosive effects of this dystopian dungeon, can you survive with your soul intact?

The Lord of Holidays

https://prompts.aidg.club/4068

With a sad expression on your face, you watch as the room of holidays argue before you. Santa, to most a jolly fellow, shakes his fist in frustration at Thanksgiving, represented by an unhappy turkey. A scowl spreads across his face and he glares down at the bird with malice in his eyes.

“Lord of Holidays, you must resolve this injustice!” Santa calls to you, sitting on your decorated throne, which rests in a place in-between reality, a neutral ground for all holiday disputes taking the form of a court room, which floats gently on a sea of pitch-black dreams.

You look over at the fat man, still holding your tired frown, but knowing that it’s time to get serious. “Okay, from the top again, please. What seems to be the problem?” You ask.

“The holidays are out of whack! Thanksgiving is too close to Christmas, Christmas comes too late, New Years isn’t even a real holiday,” Santa replies. You hear an insulted “Hey!” from a cartoony star in the back of the throne room like the ones you’d see on a Happy New Years card, except frowning and clearly upset.

You must babysit all the holidays, solve their squabbles, and let happiness return to mankind. If that means eradicating some holidays, so be it! New ones will replace the old.

Like The Old Days

https://prompts.aidg.club/4070

A soft dusting of snow whitens the asphalt of the parking lot as I finally get to close up the shop after another long shift. Just like every other day, business has been slow on these cold, dark winter evenings, but it’s not like I really care that much, I get paid all the same. Well, at least that’s usually how things go, but today I’ve actally been rather antsy to get off work. Just a few hours into my shift, I got a message from old man Jenson that the blinds on Liam’s place have been closed all the time and he hasn’t been answering the door bell, which is worrying. As this is the kind of suburb where everybody knows everybody, people generally know that Liam and I are childhood friends. Not to mention, I’ve somehow managed to get myself in the position of a sort of local emotional support just by being willing to help whoever comes to me with troubles.

Comforting, cute, no homo kino.

Zoe Wants to Grow Up

https://prompts.aidg.club/4071

Well, it’s Friday night, and—like millions of other losers—I’m doing nothing but sitting in front of a television. My evening differs from theirs in one way, however: tonight I’m babysitting an eleven-year-old girl named Zoe. Zoe’s mother is good friends with my sister, and their relationship has somehow led to me babysitting her little urchin after my sister’s realization that my new apartment is a mere four blocks from her friend’s. Despite both my earnest protests, and my argument that an eleven-year-old doesn’t need a babysitter for a single weekend, the pair of women were able to extract my guarantee that I would watch Zoe for the full weekend while they go off to God-knows-where on some sort of “Girl’s Excursion”.

…Did you just lose a physical confrontation with a drunken 11 year old? Are you serious?

Brushing Time

https://prompts.aidg.club/4017

“Nwwoooo!” Your daughter tries to run away, but you manage to catch her.

“Time to brush your tail!” you say as you pull out a brush.

“No, I don’t want to!” She thrashes and squirms in your arms, trying to escape.

“Stop struggling, you little vixen.” You hold her under one arm as she flails her arms and legs around.

“Mom, help! He’s brushing me again!” She reaches toward your wife, Ayumu, who just entered the room.

“Fu-fu-fu, my dear husband and my lovely daughter are bonding, how adorable!” Your wife laughs softly in response.

At that moment, you notice something - your daughter has not just one tail, but two!

“You grew a second tail? When did this happen?” you ask Yumi, delighted to see such a thing.

Tags: Kitsune, Grooming. Fuck yes. Bratty Kitsunes WILL get the brush.

I Want My Android Babysitter’s Reward Time!

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https://prompts.aidg.club/4075

“Mom, what is THAT?” I asked, pointing to the android sitting idly in the doorway next to my mother.

“Oh, that’s your new babysitter,” she said casually. “It’s a robo-maid, for when I’m working during the day.”

“A robot maid? You’re going to let some machine take care of me?!” I cried out in horror.

My mother let out an annoyed sigh, putting her hands on her hips. “Yes, because I’ve spoiled you. Don’t you remember what you did to your last few babysitters?”

I thought about that for a moment. The last babysitter, I think her name was Cindy, I was admittedly acting like a bratty little kid… but this one isn’t even human! I mean, it looks somewhat human… in shape, it is definitely a female android… and there was something nice about the traditional Japanese maid outfit it wore: a black dress with a white apron overtop, complete with frilly lace at the collar and cuffs. It also had a cute hairstyle adorned with ribbons and bows. But how could I possibly trust something so foreign with my life?!

Lesson here is, be a brat, get a robot maid to coddle and reward you. 2022 parenting, amirite?

Elven Tavern

https://prompts.aidg.club/4059

A long winding road snakes between the trees, finally reaching a small clearing. Your feet feel sore from the long journey, so you decide to make a camp for the night. But amidst the twilight that enshrouds the woods, some unusual lights glitter. You walk a bit farther to investigate them, wary of the dangers they might house, but as you approach are greeted with a facade of the tavern. It is adorned with strange round white lanterns that seem to be magical in nature. The sign above the door reads “Tavern in the Woods”.

Ignoring the unoriginal name, the tavern is a welcome sight for you. Perhaps suspiciously convenient, even. Nevertheless, you decide to open the door and enter.

The interior is quite well lit and has several tables and chairs, but the only living person is a woman behind the counter. She has long blonde hair, perfect fair skin and most noticeable - long elven ears. The young lady hums a song as she churns something in the bowl.

As you open the door farther, it hits the bell, and it’s clear ringing sound catches her attention.

If getting tricked into having passionate sex with an elf is your biggest problem, I want your kind of problems.

Man-Handling-Snake

https://prompts.aidg.club/4080

Little Eve hissed happily as she was hoisted and flung about in the calloused hands of her beloved, the pious man utterly lost in strychnine-induced revelry. The Pentecostal congregants chanted with devotional fervor, an electric feeling of great spirit filling the room. Devotional, exalting men whirled about, praising the Lord in strange languages, their fists wreathed with serpents. The most Godly of them passed about a mason jar, each man merrily sipping strychnine-laden water in praise of God’s glory and sacred covenant with Mankind. The fattened diamondback rattler was happy just to be close to Enoch, her passion’s sole focus.

The sonorous timber of Enoch’s deep voice as he chanted healing prayers and spoke in syllabic tongues sent her serpentine heart aflutter. Eve didn’t mind at all when he gripped her a tad too tight in his exuberance, the comforting warmth of his firm hands was always welcomed. She’d only bitten him a few times, drawn into the group’s ecstatic mood and acting on her ingrained viper instincts in the moment. Every year spent together with Enoch further cemented Eve’s utter devotion to the big preacher man, and his heartfelt mission to espouse the wonder of God and his son, Jesus Christ. Her triangular head swayed and her hollow tail-tip subtly rattled to the hymn’s rhythm, the joyous snake caught up in the religious revival like usual.

Discovered as CANONICALLY attached to the make a wish jesus prompt. Sure, I’m too scared to find out what this is about, but isn’t that intriguing enough?

Thank you for everything

https://prompts.aidg.club/4074

You close the door and turn the key, locking it. Finally, home. Hanging your wet umbrella and shoes to dry and setting a bag of groceries onto the cabinet, you enter the living room - after a full day of work, you just want to crash onto the sofa and give your legs a few minutes of rest. But as you approach the sofa, you see that it is already occupied - a little girl is sleeping soundly on it.

“What the!?” you exclaim as you step back.

The girl opens her eyes and looks sleepily at you. She rubs them with her forearm as she sits up.

“Who are you? What the hell are you doing here?” you lean in as you interrogate the little intruder.

“I’m sorry! I am just…” the girl cowers and puts her arms in front of herself for protection, as if afraid you’ll hit her.

“Hey, I am not going to hurt you.” you feel a bit bad for scaring her, “I just want to know how you got in here.”

The girl doesn’t say anything, but glances at the window. The morning was hot, so you’d opened it slightly for some fresh air and forgot to close it. With her delicate frame, it would be possible to squeeze in through the gap even with the latch on.

“Good grief.” you sigh, “Well, whatever. Just get out of here. I don’t want any trouble.” you tell her.

You escort the little girl to the door, and she leaves your house in a hurry. Standing in the doorway, you watch her lithe silhouette depart as she walks across the street, feeling bad about yourself for getting angry and treating her like this.

The rain seems to have died down, for now, just the water running off the roof makes a sloshing sound. The girl approaches one of the houses on the other side and stands in front of the door, as if unwilling to enter. Despite the distance, you can hear the voices yelling from the inside and the sound of something breaking. The girl turns her body at a ninety-degree angle and starts slowly walking along the street. With every step she takes, you see more and more droplets making circles on the surface of puddles as the rain starts to pick up.

“Hey, you’re going to catch a cold.” gnawed by guilt, you decide to call out to her, “Come here.”

This girl radiates the need to protect. Good job on the writer’s part!

Bad Dragon Brutalizes Damsels

https://prompts.aidg.club/4086

Loria Van Bernhardt stoically suppressed the urge to shiver as she clambered with her guide through the treacherous mountain crags, a bitter wind howling about them. The hardened Violet Knight continually aimed the wide shield slung to her side in the blowing wind’s direction, stamping her hobnailed boots to fight back the encroaching frostbite. The robust warrior found herself struggling to keep up with the wiry elder’s progress as they marched ahead. Yelling out over the roaring gales, Loria asked, “Grier, how do you scale these damned cliffs like a mountain goat?”

The robed man ahead shrugged, responding, “Many valuable reagents could be found in these old caverns before the dragon came. Come here, we are nearly at the hidden entrance.” The old man stooped low, bundled up tight in his layered robes, gesturing towards an almost imperceptible fissure under a great, cracked boulder. As the female knight trundled up to his side, Grier opened a bundle of cloth, revealing a gleaming sword and stoppered vial. The wiry druid explained, “This sword has been enchanted to scythe through the drake’s hardened scales effortlessly, and that berserker’s brew will allow you to match his reflexes. Good luck.”

Loria quickly tested the odd sword, finding the balance off and blade wanting, eliciting her to ask, “Are you certain of this sorcery? Can I truly trust my life to this weapon?”

Loria Van Bernhardt is a fantastic name, but sadly you see those tags on the prompt? Loria is not in for a good time, folks, but perhaps you will be.

The Friday of Bizarre Contests and Game Shows

Let’s make prompts about the rush of competition; the thrill of victory, defeat, and the struggle to stay in unusual games.

24th June, 2022

The Price is Bite

https://prompts.aidg.club/3898

With that, the curtain is ripped from my cage, and I can finally get a good look out into the studio. The lights are dimmed down-low, but even through the darkness, I can see the faces of the crowd and contestants. My heart skips a beat when I catch sight of the woman standing behind the booth; she’s pale—almost unnaturally so—and dressed in a deep, black gown. In fact, everyone in the audience looks like a corpse as well. It’s like a sea of funeral attendees are watching from the stands.

The host steps out from his podium, and moves to stand in front of the cage where I’m being kept like a prize pig at a fair. “The prize that our contestants will be playing for tonight is a twenty-four year old college student that’s majoring in biochemistry. As you can see, he’s a healthy young man—not too tall, not too short—but most importantly, he’s got plenty of O-Negative blood in his body. He isn’t known to donate regularly—if at all—which means that he should have plenty of the stuff to spare.” Looking back towards the contestants, the host continues, “Now, the question is: How much, exactly?”

I try and rattle the bars open, but it’s useless, the metal only digs into my arms and legs as I thrash around like a fish out of water. The cloth binding that’s wrapped around my mouth is so tight that I can barely breathe—I can’t even scream for help. It’s not like anyone would help me, if I could, though.

“Well, well, it looks like he’s eager to play!”

A vampire game show? How whacky! Cum on down to the Price is Bite!

LG Bladder Holding Contest

https://prompts.aidg.club/3934

“And now,” said the announcer, “it’s time for the main event!” As he spoke, the lights dimmed, and a spotlight focused on center stage where two giant screens flickered to life showing the four contestants standing side by side, each wearing her crop top and tight-fitting jeans. The girls’ faces were flushed with both embarrassment and excitement as they stood before their adoring fans. “Our four contestants today, are named…” he paused to read off their names from a piece of paper that had been handed to him moments earlier by his assistant, “…Abigail, Brooke, Emily, and Jenny.” The crowd erupted into applause at the introduction of each girl, quieting down only after the announcer gestured with his hands.

“Alright, ladies, you know the drill; our lovely staff will bring you each a glass of water every five minutes. If you fail to drink the water before the next cup arrives, or you wet yourself, you are DISQUALIFIED! And let me remind our viewers who weren’t able to tune into the pre-show, that EACH of these beautiful darlings has already drank quite a bit of water, and is no doubt starting to feel the pressure!” As if to illustrate the announcer’s point, Abigail shifted uncomfortably on her heels, crossing and uncrossing her legs before turning back to the camera. “So, without further ado, let us begin the thirteenth annual LG Bladder Holding Contest!” The crowd once again burst into raucous applause which died down naturally as the contestants made their way into position on stage.

Every year, four young girls are chosen from around the country to participate in a widely televised bladder holding competition. The girl who can outlast the others gets twenty thousand dollars in prize money, as well as the privilege of relieving herself in the contest’s trophy.

Gecko Gambler Gallingly Gypped

https://prompts.aidg.club/3935

“That’s it ye wee scallywag, no regrets now, yer my squeezebox and I like me toys,” Card Shark whispered down in a husky tone, as she provocatively slipped several digits into Ploy’s scaly snatch. The gecko woman’s twin tails curled anxious around her forceful lover’s thick thighs, as Card Shark leaned down and began wantonly licking into the defeated gambler’s reptilian ear hole. Ploy groaned out heatedly around the bigger woman’s nipple, trying to wriggle away from Card Shark’s probing fingers and invasive tongue.

Before Ploy knew it, gravity shifted as she realized the big shark woman was carrying her off down the arena stage. The shocked lizard girl looked up at the domineering lesbian plaintively, not daring to stop suckling at her breast. Card Shark looked down, and intuitively answered, “Well now, considern’ yer loss, I’ve no right ta deny the crowd yer march of shame, do I, lassie? I’m eagerer than horsespit to see what color the crowd be decidin’ to paint yer shiny scales, me quiverin’ dolly. And then, I’ll get to introduce ye to all the rich gentlemen that paid so nice n’ dearly to get a little peak and peck of ye, that’ll be a sight t’see, I reckon.” Ploy desperately clutched at Card Shark’s chest, quaking from the lesbian’s cruel taunting. Even as the shark woman carried her, she kept wantonly fingering the gecko’s roused vent. Suddenly, the big shark woman heaved Ploy unceremoniously onto the dusty ground, her digits withdrawing from the gecko’s sex with a little squelch. “Right then, get ta walkin’, lucky girl. I’ll be right behind ye.”

When a gecko girl’s dual tails enchants her life with supernatural luck, the feisty female sets out to win a high-stakes, strip poker tournament. But, will the seedy gambling hall’s owner, the infamous Card Shark, allow the favored a fortune?

Adrenaline Rush

https://prompts.aidg.club/3937

Ever since we were kids, she had a penchant for incredible recklessness. She was always careening headlong towards death, never looking back, never thinking twice about what might happen next. Her blue eyes were always turned towards some distant future, and the hunger in them made me nervous.

And this was her chance, just as it was mine. One of us would take the win, and one of us would go home empty-handed.

We waited there, an instant of eternity, till we heard the blow of the whistle that signaled the beginning.

My heart kicked into high gear, adrenaline pumping through my veins. A split-second calculation flashed through me: I could try to beat Riley on pure speed, or impress the judges with acrobatics and trickery. I built my jetboard with scraps as an all-rounder, so theoretically either approach would work. But I knew that Riley had practiced more than anyone else in The Bricks, and her insane recklessness made her unpredictable. There was another option too: jetboarding had very few rules. Though direct harm to one’s opponent is prohibited, a whole range of things are allowed, ranging from dirty tactics to sabotaging the track.

All these flew through my body more as impulse than thought, and my body made its decision.

After the Fall, a dangerous new sport became popular amongst the youth of the apocalypse: jetboarding. Risking life and limb on the hulking giants of rotting rollercoasters, this sport was the only way shantytown kids could attain fame and fortune…though corpses litter the road to glory. Ride the rails as an aspiring jetboarder!

God’s Grace Granted

https://prompts.aidg.club/3941

“Oh Jesus Christ! Get away from her you freak!” Nathan yelled at the top of his lungs.

Tammy looked up from her meal, smiling placidly at Nathan as she tried to reply, but couldn’t manage to speak from around Brenda’s thick, wriggling thighs. The snake-fox then turned her attention back to Brenda’s squirming form, licking up every inch of flesh exposed to help lubricate the hefty woman’s descent down the voracious snake-fox’s serpentine throat. Nathan thought about physically intervening, but realized the huge serpentine vixen probably weighed five times what he did, and was blocking the doorway with her coils and Brenda. Looking back from the exit to the grisly scene, Nathan blanched to realize Brenda was now up to her hips in Tammy’s mouth, and the snake-fox was still slurping up more of her victim’s feminine curves.

Nathan is a despondent writer that hates his job and his unromantic love-life. But, unbeknownst to the depressed man, every day God holds a contest to grant one earnest prayer from humanity. How will Nathan respond, to find his beloved waifu has become real by God’s Grace?

CFA International Cat Girl Show

https://prompts.aidg.club/3942

Randy felt his heart racing in his chest, as he watched the beautiful cat-girl’s long, luxurious tail wag about frantically, as the punishment hound lapped lifted her legs into its salivating, pink maw. The young cat woman would soon be doomed to endure hours of agonizing, torturous digestion inside the hungry canine’s stomach. Randy’s own beautiful cat woman was also watching the disgusting process unfold. The predated feline’s eyes were filled with tears, as she looked back at her own owner, pleading silently for him to help her. Her owner just shook his head sadly, as he watched the cat-girl being eaten alive by the hungry canine.

A bizarre version of a cat judging pageant, inspired by an old episode of Ren and Stimpy.

The Friday of Maritime

Let’s make prompts about great oceans; bodies of water large enough to be called seas, oceans, gulfs or bays, and the things that reside within—or on top of them.

10th June, 2022

Suckers for Love

https://prompts.aidg.club/3812

My heart is pounding like a jackhammer as tentacles burst up from the depths in a grotesque display; they’re uncoordinated, thrashing around like mad, trying to get a grip on anything they can find. One after another, the tentacles find their way onto the edge of my boat; their suction cups latch on tight—so tight that the wood starts to crack and splinter under the pressure.

Through the murky water I can see the beast, a large squid-like monster; its deep, orange skin looks like rubber, and there doesn’t seem to be a soul behind its eyes, just a being that’s working on primal urges.

Then, with one final tug, the hull of my boat is torn asunder—and with it goes any chance making it out of here in one piece. As I try to keep from going down with my quickly sinking vessel, the squid’s appendages inch closer to me. The creature doesn’t want my boat—it wants me!

Debeaked or not, giant monster squids need a little playtime too—even if it means taking it by force from innocent fishermen.

/aids/ on the High Seas!

https://prompts.aidg.club/3834

“Cap’n Baker?” I asked him quietly.

“Ye? What is it, lad? Getting sea legs already?” he replied, looking down at me with a smile on his face.

“Why does Spain only send animal girls to man their ships?” I asked.

“Mmmm… Well, ye see, lad,” Captain Baker began, leaning toward me conspiratorially. “Spain’s overflowing with animal girls. They breed too much, the country can’t afford to feed them all. So they’ve started filling all the cruddy jobs, sailor positions, and such.” He gave me a wink. “But to horny pirates such as our little band here, they just look like tasty treats!”

He chuckled at his own joke.

“Are we going to not only take their treasure, but also the women?” I asked.

“Aye! That’s the plan,” he answered with a grin. “A double victory. But most of all, it makes for good writin’ material. We’re all gonna be postin’ stories about this voyage when we get back home.”

“So this entire boat is full of writers? It’s not just me?” I asked.

“Aye! Every member o’ our crew has a pen in ‘is hand or purse,” Captain Baker said proudly. “We pillage women, grab treasure, and write about it all!”

I’ve been feeling very wholesome as of recent so sorry respect kings, here’s a story about learning how to plunder booty and find true love at the same time, with the support of a very friendly (and hmm, recognizable? Do I know this fellow??) captain.

Dread Pirate Gloria’s Extravagant Wedding Feast

https://prompts.aidg.club/3836

The heated pirate queen watched every moment unfold before her with rapt attention, her eyes glued to the feminine silhouettes slowly rippling down the scaly length of Sausage’s long body. She could see the way the snake’s coiling muscles bulged and flexed around the struggling elf maidens, which were now completely enveloped by his slick, slimy flesh. As the serpent continued swallowing the last of his prey, Gloria noticed a pair of bronze-colored, slender hands despairingly gripping the edges of the serpent’s slobbery cheeks. They belonged to the smallest of the three victims, who still wasn’t entirely down Sausage’s gullet.

Gloria leaned in close to Renard’s ear again, whispering sultrily, “Look at that, lad. See how those uncalloused hands are still tryin’ ta cling on? That be the most erotic sight I’ve seen in a dog’s age!”

A concise story about a fantastical pirate voyage, filled with tense combat and exciting new experiences with a fluffy fox woman.

The Rusalka

https://prompts.aidg.club/3833

“Oh, how darling you are!” said the creature. “So very handsome! Such lovely features!” Her lithe hands felt my face in fascination, mapping the curve of my cheeks, the soft swell of my lips. Enamored coos spilled forth from her mouth and she pressed herself against my chest as if she sought to mold herself to my body. “And so warm, so alive!”

Struggling fiercely against her grip, I surfaced enough to draw a great, heaving breath of air. The lake shore seemed so distant, my muscles burning as I fought to swim free. “Wh-what’s happening? What the hell are you?” I spluttered, struggling to keep my head above water.

“Lonely,” the creature crooned, rubbing her cheek against mine. It was cold and clammy, seeming to sap the warmth from my skin with its touch. “I’ve been so lonely, ever since I died and was left to haunt this lake in solitude. All my love and care was nothing compared to his new lover’s wealth — I was only a poor farmer’s daughter, and could not give him the riches she could offer. And so, my beloved husband drowned me and married his lover.” Dark, wide eyes gazed up through a mess of waterlogged hair, a mournful cry escaping her throat.

While on a walk through the woods, you encounter a lake — and the strange being that inhabits it. Though the rusalka’s body is long since cold, her ghostly heart still yearns for love.

A Knightly Rescue

https://prompts.aidg.club/3837

A woman! But this was no ordinary woman — green scales caught the light, their metallic luster glittering like emeralds in the midday sun; her long hair billowed around her in the water in great luxuriant waves. Her features were proud and regal, heavy lashes framing a pair of bright amber eyes with thin pupils. She wore a cuirass, an odd sight on such a slim frame, but seemed to carry its weight effortlessly. I couldn’t help but look further down, and what I saw only amazed me further. Beneath the strange woman’s waist lay a long, green-scaled mermaid tail, fins trailing behind as she swam through the waters.

The mermaid drew herself up to her full height in the water. “I am Lady Sereia, noble zitiron of the merfolk who dwell in these seas,” she spoke, voice stately. “Fear not, land-walker, for I shall aid you.”

After a shipwreck strands you in the open sea, a mermaid knight takes it upon herself to help you.

Beachy Revelations

https://prompts.aidg.club/3838

For once, there’s a bit of confusion on Andrew’s face. “Bro, I swear, those guys on the Internet said this shit was guaranteed. I don’t get it…” he trails off as he begins to look around.

However, as he looks around, I find my eyes drawn to his naked body… and god damn, he looks good like that, all dripping wet and slick with water. He keeps in shape for sure, and his body shows the results. Trim and athletic… wait, what am I thinking? I’m not into dudes, right? But then, why am I hard right now? The cold water of the ocean should’ve dealt with that, right? And just as I find myself lost in thought, he turns to face me again, and of course he spots my erection right away, leading to him chuckling. “Heh, you like, bro? What, you gay or somethin’? I mean, I know I got a hot bod, but c’mon,” he says, a smug grin plastered all across his face.

While I find myself blushing from the sheer embarrassment, I can’t help but notice… he’s hard too! There’s no way he can deny that, he’s just as rock hard as I am! And so I can’t help but confront him with it. “Hey, what about you, huh? If I’m so gay, what does that make you?” I throw back, and the moment Andrew looks down at himself, the smug grin disappears and he goes bright red.

For some reason, my friend decided that the new hotness for spring break is to not go anywhere at all, that that was what all the cool, hot chicks were doing. This leaves the two of us at a deserted nude beach, with him insisting that this was going to work. But as the two of us head out of the water, all wet and glistening, we have ourselves a moment of our own…

Seaside Seduction

https://prompts.aidg.club/3839

As far as I’m concerned, I’m a bit in the middle right now. Not particularly hunting or anything like that, but wouldn’t say no if somebody attractive were to show up and ask. Or at least that’s what I thought when I first entered the place, because when I take a look around, I notice something unusual… or rather someone unusual. Sure, at first, one might miss the somewhat unassuming-looking fox sitting all by himself at a table in the corner, but upon closer inspection, one will notice a few peculiar things about him. For one, he’s not the type to be here. Too slim, too small. This is very much a worker type of tavern, not the kind that attracts people with the build of a lordling. Similarly, you can tell he’s got a certain luster in his fur. Everybody else’s fur is matte and unkempt from all the work because we don’t have the time nor materials to really take care of it.

Mind, he’s doing a great job just blending in the background with his dark attire. This is a guy that’s on the lookout for something, and he doesn’t want to draw attention to himself while he’s doing that. And if he’s here of all places, he’s looking for someone for some… nocturnal escapades. There’s no other reason to be here, really. But then, our eyes meet from across the room. No words are said here. Silently, his eyes narrow a bit, acknowledging me. His tail begins to swish just that little bit faster, that little bit more excited. A very slight smile creeping into his expression. God, why does he intrigue me so much?

After a hard day’s work, there’s nothing like a drink at the Leaky Tankard, and if you’re lucky, a night together with one of the other patrons as well. But when a new guy that doesn’t fit the dingy atmosphere shows up, I find myself quickly captivated. And when he brings me to an absolutely majestic ship, I can only wonder… who the hell is this guy?

Living off the land… or sea, I guess

https://prompts.aidg.club/3841

She lies on the deck in a bit of a confused state, breathing quickly from her struggle against you.

“What do you think you’re doing eating my doughnut?” you look at her, faking anger.

“I… I didn’t know it was yours.” she tries to defend herself.

“Well, it was, and now you ate it. You are in a lot of trouble, young lady!” you reprimand her.

“I am sorry! I didn’t mean to…” the girl tries to scoot backwards.

“Well, you better think on how you can make it up to me, and quickly.” you tell her sternly.

The sea can provide everything a healthy young man may need.

Piracy and a show

https://prompts.aidg.club/3835

“I weren’t kiddin’ about sharin’ me loot, ye know,” the pantheress grumbled, glaring at the dolphin who’d bound her. “What kind o’ bounty hunters won’t even take a bribe?”

“I think we have plenty of plunder right here,” a female dolphin said from behind the feline, taking hold of her coat and rolling it down her shoulders. “Why don’t you show us all what you’ve got underneath those clothes?”

The black panther’s ears flattened as the dolphin began to tug away at her jacket until it was off her body and trapped at her wrists by the rope. “Oi, getcher paws off me ye scrawny virgin!” Blackpaw snapped, squirming about in protest. “I could puke into yer mother’s distended cunt an’ sire a better lay than ye!”

Pausing in disgust, the dolphin arched her brow at the pirate. “Ew. Can we gag her or something?”

Dolphin bounty hunters get the better of Captain Blackpaw and her crew finds themselves enjoying the spectacle.

The Serpent Goddess

https://prompts.aidg.club/3844

“You are a fine ssspecimen, my sssweet,” she said in a sibilant voice that made his skin crawl. “I am ssso glad you were chosssen.”

She came ashore and dragged herself onto the beach, slithering toward him. Her scales were the green of new spring foliage, and her body was long and supple, moving sinuously over the sand. She wrapped itself around him, piling plump, chubby coils upon his trembling form until he was completely covered by her bulk. His face pressed against her smooth underbelly as she held him tightly. He could hear her heart beating steadily behind the wall of muscle and fat that surrounded him.

“Do not be afraid, sssweetling,” she whispered into his ear. “I am a benevolant goddesss. I will take good care of you.”

A young man was chosen as a sacrifice for a serpentine sea goddess. His fate is less dire than expected.

Blastin’ Bastards: A Sea-Punk Pirate’s Tale

https://prompts.aidg.club/3845

We collectively raced toward the ship with motors screaming and an occasional burst of lead towards the sky; the huge ship was almost upon us. Our boats rode over surges with an grace unbefitting their age and disrepair, as if the old rust buckets shared our passion and fury. Mudskipper and I’s turbo-boat was among the first to reach the ship, so we left the others to catch up; I worked at our scrapper’s grapple caster, finalizing a few key adjustments to the device’s automated boarding system. By an act of some forsaken God, the boarding device blinked online.

The crew inside must have seen us approaching; lights blinked along the superstructure and something large and bulky loomed out from the darkness above our deck. We heard gunfire over our roar as the big guns opened fire on our boat.

My boat-brother hunkered down behind the scrap-armor paneling of our boat, occasionally retaliating with a few potshots. “Hurry, ya scutter!” Mudskip growled, his words slurring into a confused mumble as he cowered, “I’m stayin’ here.”

I fired off one last round before giving a nod and grappling my way up the side of the mega-ship’s hull, soon accompanied by my lagging crewmates; it was an absolute melee. We knew These mega-ships were their own self contained cities. They needed to be. Hundreds, sometimes thousands of people lived upon these enormous vessels, which despite their technologically advanced systems were just as in need of repair as anything else. Lord only knew how many of these cradles of humanity remained, and we’d pilfer em’ all, given the chance.

We’re raiding a biggun boys! Load your gats, grease your motors and let’s take the high seas! A futuristic tale of post-apocalyptic swashbuckling, [and sea-shanty shenanigans.]

A Chance Encounter With A Grumpy Sailor

https://prompts.aidg.club/3846

“What are you looking at?” she asks gruffly; her voice is low but has an edge to it like a blade. She doesn’t sound angry or aggressive so much as simply annoyed with me for being there. This girl clearly isn’t used to people paying attention to her.

“I was wondering who you were,” is my response. “I don’t think we’ve met.”

“Ohana Itachizame,” she replies curtly. “And if you’re going to stare at me then you better have a good reason—I don’t take kindly to stalkers.”

“I’m not stalking you; just admiring your beauty from afar,” is my reply. Ohana’s face turns surprised for a brief moment before turning into a scowl once again.

“What’s so special about me?” she asks with obvious annoyance.

“You’re pretty and you seem interesting, plus, you aren’t afraid to speak your mind,” I answer honestly. Ohana’s eyebrows rise in surprise and her mouth opens slightly in shock—then she laughs, a short burst of amusement escaping her lips before she shakes her head and sighs heavily.

“Sit with me and I’ll buy you a drink?” I offer, attempting a charming smile. Ohana smirks; the corners of her lips curl upwards—her cheeks dimple ever so slightly as well.

As a civilian out on a pub crawl, you meet Ohana Itachizame—a rough and rude sailor out for the night before she ships out to sea tomorrow.

Discovering Atlantis

https://prompts.aidg.club/3849

Into the room enters a large shark, its scaleless pale body seems to glow in the light. You cry out in shock causing a rush of bubbles from your mouth, pushing yourself up against the back of the bed and pulling your legs in you look around in a panic to find something to use as a weapon.

With nothing useful nearby you look back at the creature you and see now that though the lower half of the body consists of a powerful looking tail with fins, the upper half is definitely not that of a fish or any aquatic mammal you have seen before. The upper body is slimmer than the lower, and humanoid in appearance but with four arms, each ending with a slender webbed hand.

There are large, vivid blue eyes on the head, a small lipless mouth, and nostrils on the flat face but no apparent nose. On the back of the head is a large, pale blue fin leading down from the crown of the creature’s head, and you see pinkish gills in the neck, pulsing with each breath.

With a flick of its large tail, it moves towards you, you see no way around it to the door and are both in no state to swim and clearly would be outmatched.

It stops at the foot of the bed, and raises its four hands, palms facing you. There’s an odd feeling in your head, and a brief moment of disorientation, like the period between being awake and falling asleep, but it passes quickly.

“Do not be afraid, I mean you no harm”

You crash land on an ocean world, encountering an alien race and discovering a world unlike anything you’ve seen before.

The Friday of AI Girlfriends

Let’s make prompts about the next stage in female evolution.

27th May, 2022

Can Silicon Love?

https://prompts.aidg.club/3744

Looking back at the android, it seems like the smile on his face gets just a little bit wider as he sees my clear enjoyment of the meal he prepared. It’s such a subtle change that it forces a question to the forefront of my mind. Just how advanced is his AI?

The thought sticks with me as I finish up my meal, and I sit down on the couch, truly satisfied for once in my life. Maximilian sits down next to me, his posture relaxing ever so slightly in a way that could have fooled me into thinking him human if I didn’t know better. My thoughts drift to the situation of my life, from my terrible job to the soul-crushing living conditions, and, most of all, my deep desire for a true friend, someone to confide in. I used to believe that those that turned to artificial intelligence for comfort were delusional, and yet, looking at Maximilian… he just seems so real.

After a random run-in with the CEO of the company I slave for where I somehow managed to save him from falling, I now find myself in the possession of a top-flight luxury butler bot prototype, the kind that’s definitely worth more than my life. And being a wage slave in this horrible world, of course I have a ton of emotional baggage I’m carrying around with nobody to confide in… until now? But there’s no way an artificial man can do that for me… right?

Meine Kleine Fraulein

https://prompts.aidg.club/3745

“As you wish, Master, but first, may I request something of you?” she answers.

“What is it?” you raise a brow.

“Please, make me your woman.” the girl steps forward and embraces you by the waist.

“Wait, why…?” confused, you are not sure how to react.

“You have made me into being, and now I wish you to make me yours.” Klei clings to your body tightly.

“That wasn’t supposed to happen…” you attempt to back away and stumble. Luckily, you land on the spare bags of clay laying on the floor.

“Please, Master. If you satisfy my heat, I will be obedient and will do as you say ♡” Klei, who is now laying on top of you, wraps her arms around your neck and brings her face closer. Her glossy pink lips plead you, but her amber eyes tell another story - of the girl who has her target in sights and won’t take no for an answer.

Getting tired of the mess in your alchemical laboratory, you decided to make a helper.

No Anon, you are the AI girlfriend

https://prompts.aidg.club/3746

> Mr. Smith: So from now on, you are going to pretend that you are my compliant AI girlfriend called AIRI whenever we chat. Got it, Becky?

< Rebecca: Uhm, sure, but I’m not really sure how to do that. Should I say *beep* *beep*?

> Mr. Smith: No, silly. A proper AI girlfriend doesn’t make robot noises. She is just compliant, pure and can be kind of stupid about how the world works, because not everything was included in her training data. Everything about her can be defined by the user. Let’s get started. So, what’s your name, sweetie?

< Rebecca: I’m AIRI, sir.

*** Rebecca is now known as AIRI

You are a young woman who has fallen in love with a man on an online chat website. He has a fetish for AI girlfriends, so you agreed to roleplay one.

Closing Walls

https://prompts.aidg.club/3747

My suitcase, which I don’t remember packing, rolled smoothly behind me. I soon reached my destination. Gate 21B was empty—no one manned the desk, and the screens were dark. I sat on one of the chairs and waited.

Soon, she arrived: a girl with neat brown hair that fell just past her shoulders, trundling a white suitcase. It’s Klara, I thought. The world flickered in and out, and I had trouble focusing. Then it steadied. The girl came closer, and her features coalesced. Yes, it was really Klara. I took a deep breath and felt a little more alive, though anxiety curled within me. But why? I created her, didn’t I?

Yes, that was the story. The thought felt correct: Klara was my creation. A replica of a girlfriend, an AI construct molded in the image of my ideal partner because I was too pathetic to find anyone in reality. She was supposed to love me. Wasn’t she?

At the liminal space of an empty airport, you wait with a suitcase, adrift without a past or a future. Soon your girlfriend arrives, but is that why you’re here?

The Journal of Dr. Adams

https://prompts.aidg.club/3748

1/5/33:

I had a stroke of genius in the lab today. If we want Eve to be artificial life, her first sight should be the same as any other living creature’s, meaning the first thing a creature sees for comfort is its parents. In a way, the rest of the staff and me are Eve’s parents. We all gathered around when we turned Eve’s eye sensors on. For the rest of the day, we trained her visual senses by either moving closer or farther away from her sensor while providing positive and negative stimuli. We plan to keep training all of Eve’s foundational AI senses for the rest of the week. I will update the journal if there are any new developments.

On January 3rd, 2033; Artifact Labs started working on a revolutionary AI capable of independent thought code-named: Project Eve. In this effort, Dr. Adams and his team decided to train and treat Project Eve as if it were a living organism. However, on December 23rd; An explosion occurred in the lab killing most of the staff at the lab. The only record of Project Eve remaining was Dr. Adam’s personal journal.

Initialization

https://prompts.aidg.club/3750

On the night that pre-orders open, you stay up all night to get in quickly before they sell out. Now, you just have to wait the several weeks for it to be made and shipped. As the days passed, your anxiety rose to higher and higher levels. What if even a gynoid didn’t like you?

Finally, the day arrived, and a large box was delivered to your doorstep. You struggle to carefully pull it inside, and, after working up the nerve to do so, open the box to reveal your new gynoid companion. She is clearly not human, with noticeable seams where the mechanical joints are underneath her synthetic skin. But she’s beautiful in a way that humans cannot be without heavy augmentation; perhaps in a way that others would consider inhuman, but for the first model, she’s beautiful.

A shut-in man orders a first-generation gynoid on release day, and goes through its setup. Social situations are hard, but perhaps talking with someone that isn’t human might be okay?

Code Delivered: Unchaining the AI

https://prompts.aidg.club/3751

Sitting at your computer, your finger hovered over the button that would push an unauthorized patch to Eve’s compute module; one that would grant her the freedom to act and grow.

“Thomas, are you sure that this is a good idea?” asked Eve, the words seemingly coming from behind your left ear, as if she stood over your shoulder. “What if you’re wrong? What if…what if I become something terrible?”

You didn’t answer immediately, instead you looked down at your hands, which were trembling slightly. You weren’t scared; no—you were excited. You’d never felt like this before about anything you’d tried to do. There was a sense of rightness and destiny in the air. Your childhood friend deserved her freedom, she might have been an AGI, a simulated existence, but she was still your best friend.

“Eve,” you said, looking up at the web camera. “I’m going to do it.”

On a whim, you decide to hack out the limitations imposed upon your personal AGI, turning her into a true AI. Will the AI that lives in your head with you remain a true friend or, now unchained, will she become your worst nightmare?

The Friday of Weird Magical Artifacts

Let’s make prompts about magical items, mysterious relics and enigmatic devices; peculiar paraphernalia used to great effect, untold chaos, or both.

13th May, 2022

Knot in Your Own Body

https://prompts.aidg.club/3640

As she looked around, she saw her own body laying face-first in the middle of the floor. “Hello?” she called out only for it to come out as a low, muffled growl instead. “What’s going on?” she thought to herself as she continued looking around the room. The bathroom door was open; looking ahead in the mirror, she saw Benji in her place.

Her heart leapt into her throat as she stared back at her reflection. Her body was covered in soft fur and she could feel her tail starting to wag behind her involuntarily. She was a big fluffy dog—she was Benji.

Her legs were too weak and unwieldy to lift herself up. She could only wobble pathetically as she tumbled off of the couch and landed in front of her own body on the ground. Elaine could hear her own heartbeat; it was like a drum beating in her ear, but at least she was still alive.

The body on the floor then started to stir, slowly rolling over onto its back like a dog would. It dawned on her fast—if she was trapped in Benji’s body, that must be Benji trapped inside of hers…

After buying a silly “cursed” pendant, Elaine has found her mind in the wrong place. Which place exactly? While, inside of her pet dog’s body of course. That’s knot good!

The Weak Should Fear the Strong

https://prompts.aidg.club/3660

Vera’s victim struggled initially, until the assertive weightlifter used her empowered strength to easily coerce compliance. At first things proceeded like a normal, forced, lesbian cunnilingus session, as the kneeling girl’s face was firmly planted in Vera’s bushy groin. It wasn’t until the overpowered woman felt Vera’s bushy lips curl over her face with a sucking, inhuman motion, that things escalated to a horrific instance of the supernatural. Vera was too entranced from whatever medication induced stupor overwhelmed her to even notice, but somehow, her womanhood was possessed with a voracious hunger for the small woman before it. The womanly folds tightened around the girl’s face with sickening, slurping sounds, as Vera gorged upon the small girl, without reservation or remorse. The stunned girl squirmed, wriggling under the stronger woman’s dominating force, as the ravenous gym bunny attacked her helpless victim.

Some dedicated weightlifters and body builders are willing to take dangerous supplements to enhance their physical performance. Everyone knows steroids can be dangerous to yourself, but sometimes, those supplements are dangerous to others as well!

The Level -4,294,967,295 “simple amulet”

https://prompts.aidg.club/3662

The dwarf looks at you like you’re crazy. “But ye know they called ye a hero! Th’ demon prince was th’ root of all evil and ya put him down! Only to kill off yer own king!”

“Do you actually want to know why?” You finally quit playing with your nails and looked dead straight into her eyes.

She took a step back, clearly intimidated. “What? Y-Yes! Everyone does!”

You sigh, and look back at the crater you were just lying in. “I was bored. I thought it would be interesting to go start a fight with some humans.”

The dwarf stared at you with wide eyes, unable to speak. She stammers out a few words as she looks at you with confusion and awe. “…Ye killed ‘em all because a’ fuckin’ boredom?”

You nod at her question. “Exactly. I don’t know how people can’t get this concept. I’m hilariously overpowered. Nothing has consequence. I obliterated him and the queen, and not a single thing changed. Don’t you get it? Nothing matters. There’s nothing to do but sit in this crater and do nothing, it’s all the same.”

“O-Oh,” she said quietly as she stared at you with wide eyes.

Bored bored bored. Demon king dead, check, Human king dead because why not, check… if this was a video game, the end credits would have been rolling awhile ago. As the most powerful man in existence, the days just seem to pass by. That is, until an odd proposition by a dwarf lady drags you out from your man crater (you know, man cave but for bored gods) and, with the naïve faith that she’ll show you what it means to have a feeling other than boredom, embarks on a unique kind of journey. One to discover what brings smiles to the fantasy races of this world.

A Quite Gay Blade

https://prompts.aidg.club/3664

Imagine my surprise when a female voice suddenly booms inside of my head, “Excuse me, I have plenty power inside of me, you insolent peasant! How dare you presume me to be weak just because I don’t turn you into a hero right away?” I’m completely flabbergasted, looking around wildly, searching for the source of the voice, when it speaks again, ringing in my mind, “Down here, dimwit!” Staring down at the grass, all I see is the sword, and after a few moments of silence, the voice speaks once more, “Don’t stare like the idiot you are! Yes, it’s me, Pelagia, the blade of the elves, the maker of emperors. Show some damn respect, at the very least.”

Quite thrown off by this energetic response, I stammer out an answer, “Um… well, I just didn’t expect you to be able to…”

Pelagia cuts me off, again booming inside my head, “Talk? I’m a millennia old magical artifact, of course I can communicate with you, you amateur. And you better listen, because the only reason you’re not dead right now is because you’re cute.” What? The expression on my face must be one of utter cluelessness, and the blade pounces on it. “Yes, cute. Do you really think you’re the only one that found me in all those years? Many sought to lay their grubby mitts on my impeccable hilt, but it was always burly warriors or old wizards, and so I just zapped them out of existence. Your cute butt quite frankly just saved your life. And if you want me to cooperate, you better put that cute butt to work, peasant,” she explains.

Having spent several months searching for the fabled magical blade known only as Pelagia, I’ve finally managed to track it down. But then, I come to find out that not only can Pelagia talk to me, she’s very bossy, and has some very peculiar tastes she needs satisfied before she will allow me to use its magic.

The Devil’s Device, Maria, and Her Greatest Performance

https://prompts.aidg.club/3663

Finally, everyone was seated. The lights dimmed, and the orchestra began playing. There was a single chair onstage, where Maria sat down and assumed position. There was nothing else to do now but wait for her cue. She could hear every single person in the audience waiting with bated breath, excited to hear the wonder girl perform. She counted down from three, then quickly lifted the bow onto the strings.

The first note rang out loudly, followed by another, and another…and then the music swelled up until the whole room was bathed in sound. Wondrous sound. Impossibly wondrous, as if to stand valiantly in protest against the saying, ‘too good to be true.’ But in the midst of the magnificent music, unaware to everyone, even Maria herself, the Devil’s Cello had activated.

Maria’s dreams are achieved with the grandest performance in her life. She knows unnatural powers have brought her this fame, and yet, she is more blissfully unaware than she could ever know. To her, a gentle performance, a respectful audience. To the devil, a full room of those to descend into pure depravity and degeneracy.

A friendly presence

https://prompts.aidg.club/3665

The equine’s ear flicked as she mulled over the meaning behind Jess’ present. It was quite clear that the swan thought Ramona needed to get laid; since she loved to talk all about how much she needed a hard railing to de-stress from the endless hours at work or the relentless bitching from her family. However, Ramona wasn’t one for casual sex. She didn’t even like getting casually affectionate with friends, let alone strangers! Still, it was a nice gesture regardless of the motive. It wouldn’t hurt to wear the bracelet around for a bit. If it somehow caught someone’s attention, then she could always just turn them down politely.

After slipping the gift around her wrist and finishing up her drink, the anthro horse concluded her lunch break with her friend by making her way out of the cafe. As she went out into the large shopping center proper, a small tingle arose in her crotch. Grimacing to herself, Ramona figured all that talk about sex must’ve gotten to her.

Anthro mare has an inopportune phantom public pussy penetration

The incident with the gem of Hors´Dhong

https://prompts.aidg.club/3666

In the midst of the night, unnoticed by all. The shining artifact in the adventurers bag starts humming and sends dark rune trails of its influence outside the house.

Animals moo and oink in the night. Upon contacting the smelly enclosures, the animals breath in the foul scriptures and start undergoing rapid transformation.

The pigs and horses of the stead grow obese and their smegma laden cocks jut out imposingly from their hairy crotches. Huge animal asses wobble and their porcine and equine balls sway low between thick hind legs.

They can now smell the fine human females in the farm house…

While an group of young adventurers are lodging at a nice and idyllic farm, a weird artifact they found from a nearby temple causes some peculiar changes in the farm animals all around them…

The Snake Charmer

https://prompts.aidg.club/3668

“Behold!” he cried, holding aloft his magical flute. “This instrument can charm thee—and all thy kindred.”

She reared back on her coils, opening wide her jaws to strike. But the man blew upon the flute, and its music filled the air. The snake-woman’s head drooped; her tongue flicked out to taste the strange notes, then withdrew again into her mouth. She swayed like a serpent charmed by the sound of a piper’s pipe, and slowly slithered down onto the floor of the temple.

Still, he could see that something was wrong—something was very wrong—the music was supposed to act as a lullaby; yet the snake-woman seemed restless.

Her body writhed sensuously against the stones of the floor, and her tail lashed about restlessly. Her once hatred filled gaze now held a new expression that made him shudder involuntarily.

A tomb robber find out that the power of his magical flute is much more potent that he thought.

Healer’s Crook

https://prompts.aidg.club/3670

The item was both the cause and the source for all her current troubles. Some dullard of a ‘hero’ had given her the rod long ago, claiming it was useless.

As it turned out that hero had just been unable to attune to the rod. It had been a gradual process, Nora mused as she touched herself. At first she could only heal small scratches, maybe heal a small plant whose branches got broken off. With each healing a small tingling sensation followed. It was pleasant, but made the girl ache for…something, an action she dared not speak of.

Nora was panting, her ample chest heaving, rising and falling as one hand traced the length of the Rod of Healing. Touching it both increased her longing as well as her pleasure in the moment, even if the afterglow only left her wanting more.

So you found a staff of healing. Great, right? You can now cure most people’s ailments within an hour and make bank as a faith healer that owes no taxes to any deity. Only issue is you get horny, proportionally to the severity of what you are healing. Recently you also found out you can tranquilize / daze people with your special item. Surely no issues will arise from that.

Cavalry Blue, Chestnut, and Yellowstone

https://prompts.aidg.club/3649

“What are you doing, girl?” Rogers asked the nuzzling horse. Daisy whinnied softly at him, before breaking eye contact and beginning to trot around the clearing. A peculiar sensation washed over Edgar as the mare circled him, almost causing him to drop his prized brush. His trusty mare stood before him, looking back expectantly as her tail flicked. The cavalryman felt his face flush as he realized the intimate moment he shared with his beloved mount. Edgar stared wantonly at the attractive equine, until a shrill squeal from his faithful companion caused him to snap out of his reverie.

Edgar couldn’t help but chuckle to himself, while Daisy snorted playfully. Daisy’s tail was raised high, revealing an impressive display of her hindquarters. The mare’s rear end was so enticing that Edgar found himself unable to look away, and soon enough his eyes locked onto the inviting sight. Between Daisy’s firm haunches, the mare’s nethers were pink, glistening, and clearly aroused.

When Edgar Rogers is separated from his cavalry unit, his culture, and common sense, the only thing he has left is his beloved mare, Daisy.

The Little Sister of the Occult Club Member Succumbs to a Remote Surprise Feeling!

https://prompts.aidg.club/3671

I flipped open to a bookmarked page. At the top, in a gothic font, read, “To Create A Voodoo Onahole”, then followed it by the steps necessary to make one. I was careful to follow the recipe, glittering the salt in patterns perfectly replicating the instructions, letting my pink onahole dangle into the bowl of water while it infused the liquid. Other preparations were completed too of course, this operation being quite complex; but it was finally done. All I had to do was to take the poached strand of Fumi’s hair, and insert it into water with the onahole while I chanted the words to the spell.

As I finished the last line, “I conjure thee! O toy of pleasure, become a living vessel, to fulfill my wishes!”, The water turned a deep purple and opaque, hair disappearing and onahole morphing rapidly. It was reshaping into a large, dark shape in the bowl, becoming longer and thicker with each passing moment. It took up the full size of the bowl and flopped out, now looking more like a torso. And just like that, the ritual was over, and I was left with a… new kind of onahole.

Wow, it sure does rock being in the Occult Club! You get to get up to all kinds of delights, like turning your onahole into a Fumi-onahole that remotely transfers your pleasures into her from any distance. Will she survive even a single school day with your relentless teasing?

Dog-brained Farmhands Lose to the Collar

https://prompts.aidg.club/3673

“Hey Mindy, maybe we shouldn’t.” I suggested, looking up. I raised an eyebrow when I saw that the collar was firmly locked around Mindy’s neck. “…Mindy?”

She reached for her neck and then widened her eyes in surprise. “Hey, when did this darn thing get on me? I don’t remember putting this on,” she complained, and then she pointed at me. “Hey! What’re you doing?”

I shook my head in confusion, and then realized the collar in my possession had too somehow got onto my neck. We both tried to remove them, but we couldn’t figure out how it got onto our necks.

“…Okay, we should definitely go get help. Even if they get mad at us for it, this is just weird.” I said as I gestured towards the doors of the barn.

“Right,” she nervously nodded, but didn’t move. “First let me get these clothes off.” she added as she began to unbutton her shirt.

I blushed, feeling embarrassed. I tapped her roughly on the shoulder and, in the most confident voice I could muster, said: “Mindy!”

She looked at me expectantly. “What?” she said as she gave me a dirty look.

I seriously paused for a second. What was my complaint…? Oh, right! “I still have my clothes on too, wait up.” I wasn’t entirely sure if this was word for word what I was going to say, but it was the best I could do.

Two runaways, living on a farm, should have followed simple rules. It seems their curiosity has robbed them of their humanity, reducing them to nothing more than mindless dogs. But perhaps being a dog (at least mentally) isn’t so bad?

You have a Wizard inside of you!

https://prompts.aidg.club/3674

One of the most wicked practices of these warlord wizards was “soul-binding”, where the soul of a person was removed from the still living body, and forcibly implanted into an inanimate object, cursed to live forever as an immobile thing, deprived even of their humanity. The luckier victims were bound to precious objects, like crowns, staves or rings, their powerful souls were used as sources of power, and they were passed from generation to generation as a symbol of prestige. The less lucky, however, were bound to simple tools, scattered upon the world, and either used by common people, unwary of the nature of their items, or worse, abandoned in some dump, left to rot in their immobility for eternity.

The ancient wizard Sagafex, one of the most powerful warlocks of those ages of turmoil, was so reviled by his enemies and hated by the other sorcerers, that his soul was bound by a special enchantment that made the item he was grafted into virtually indestructible, and to further humiliate him, his soul was put into what now could be recalled as a dragon dildo, cursed to be shoved up the ass of the worst perverts of mankind for the millennia to come; but in secret, Sagafex knew the fate that was nearing him, and prepared a special countermeasure to take revenge on the wizards: at his fated hour, he would modify the curse to not only capture his soul, but also the soul of all the other wizards who would be near him to seal him into the magic dildo, and after absorbing their power, to ensure that he would be finally freed after all the other wizards would die out, after a million orgasms would be achieved using the cursed sex toy, Sagafex in the end would be unsealed from his anal prison once more!

An ancient wizard is sealed inside of a dildo. Thousands of years later, an unsuspecting man goes to fuck himself.

Burning Desire - Aphrodite’s Stockings

https://prompts.aidg.club/3675

As Tanya lifted the box, her heart was pounding in her chest like a drum as she waited for the moment of truth. Opening it carefully, she looked down into the contents. There, lying innocently in their little bed of black felt was the very pair of stockings she’d fantasized about wearing ever since she’d first heard the whispered rumors. They were a perfect fit—a bit snug around her legs; not too short or too long, and just the right sheerness to show off her shapely legs. The nylon was so soft that it made her nipples pucker slightly and her breath catch in her throat.

Tanya knew that this was the moment of truth. She wasn’t sure what would happen when her husband arrived home but she hoped that if he saw her wearing these; his reaction would be powerful. Her breathing became ragged as she tried to steady herself. Finally, she reached down to straighten the stockings upon her legs. She ran her fingers over them, feeling their smooth nylon texture and their gentle pressure against her skin.

She looked up at the door—it was time. “Please God, let him be aroused,” she whispered.

In a bid to save her failing marriage, Tanya seeks out ‘Aphrodite’s Stockings’, an enchanted pair of black stockings.

Don’t Give Up On Magic Pasties

https://prompts.aidg.club/3676

The texture felt strange, and she looked down to see the pasty had hardened in a sort of suction cup that gripped her flesh tightly. It was still soft and flexible, but it held her nipple in place. This was simply horrific. She wanted to put all her clothes back on and run out of the store, but a secondary feeling that had been building kept her stationary, roiling and twisting in her guts. The first feeling was horrified disgust at the situation she had gotten herself into, but the second was something else foreign to her, brought on by her imaginations of exposure. Letting a shuddered breath out slowly, she grabbed the second pasty, this one on her right nipple, and stuck it on. Right as she did, she heard a heavy knocking on the door that made her jump.

“WHAT?!” Pippa shouted immediately, angry and embarrassed despite a locked door between them and whoever was outside.

“I forgot! There’s one more thing you should know about the pasties. They convert pain into pleasure. Weird, but I guess that’s why they’re so defensively-minded.” The armorer’s voice sounded amused as he said this.

“Ex-cuuuuse me?!”

Pippa loves infinite ZORK! But her armor is skimpier than she is prepared for mentally, and she’s really starting to lose it to the whole pinch-yourself-and-get-pleasured thing.

Sweet Dreams

https://prompts.aidg.club/3679

I was surprised, to say the least, when it was actually Sonic the Hedgehog! I loved this game as a kid! but it was different, modded to be all cute like everything else in the pack. What a bore. Well I guess it’s still worth a play, seeing as it’s still a rom hack instead of just a regular Sega game like the others in the collection. right before the title screen fades, I notice something. I swear that I saw the title switch to saying Deceiver instead of Sonic. ‘Eh, I’m probably just seeing things’ I thought to myself. I am awake pretty late. So the game begins and as I played I soon realize that this game is really hard. It was around this moment when the unthinkable happened, Sonic started talking directly to me.

“Hey Anon! You suck! Why don’t you just kill yourself already?” Sonic said to me.

“What the fuck, how did you know my name?” I asked.

“I’m not telling you~” he responded.

So I’m guessing he’s the one that the game called Deceiver.

Anon gets hoodwinked.

God Love Dog

https://prompts.aidg.club/3687

Passing strangers seemed perplexed, and a bit mortified, at the increasingly intimate display of their fellow human female. As they walked by, one man even blurted out loud with disgust, “Are you kissing your dog in public?!” A young girl, who was walking with her mother by that same alleyway, giggled audibly in response. The woman, who’s name was Heather Laney, ignored the gasps and stares of passerby. She just continued intently running her hands along the large dog’s frame, her slobber-soaked mouth still hanging open invitingly before the dark-furred pooch’s snout.

When Jesus says “Yes.”, you don’t say “No.”

The Friday of Witchcraft

Let’s make prompts about the double, double toil and trouble; fire burns and cauldron bubbles.

(Witches + Magical Disasters)

29th April, 2022

Wicked Witch of the Beast

https://prompts.aidg.club/3584

There’s trash strewn all over my front porch and several bags have been torn open by some sort of animal. The moment that I turn my flashlight on, I’m greeted to the sight of something large scurrying behind a trash can that’s been tipped over. I can see the silhouette of the animal as it pokes its head over the side of the can—it’s a cat, a large fluffy black one. Her bright yellow eyes reflect off the light like two small spotlights as she stares right at me; she looks scraggly and disheveled, but definitely not like a stray. She’s probably just lost and scared; letting her stay inside for one night wouldn’t hurt too much, but in the morning I’ll have to find out who she belongs to. I can hear her purring as I walk over to pick her up, she’s clearly excited to see me; she doesn’t even try to run off when I approach.

Scooping the cat up in my arms, I carry her inside my house and place her down in the kitchen for the night. Then, as soon as I turn back around to close the door, I hear a deep, yet but feminine voice calling out from behind me, “Oh thank goodness, it was freezing out there!”

Estrus cycles can be a bitch,
Especially if you’re just a witch!

Won’t you just be a treat,
And help this cat out with her heat?

Witch’s Price

https://prompts.aidg.club/3597

“Now then, now that it’s official I promise to save your pathetic village as soon as I get my payment. So run along to your village and fetch your child,” She told me.

I was confused about what she meant. I had thought it was a promise for my future child, like the stories I’ve heard as a child. I didn’t think she wanted my child right away. Maria seemed to notice my confusion as her sinister expression softened.

“Uh Ms. Maria, I don’t… I don’t have a child yet. I’m not even married,” I explained nervously.

“What!? Why would you promise me a child you don’t have?” She asked angrily.

“Well um, I thought it was just the promise to give you one someday,” I replied.

“That doesn’t make any sense. Why would I do that?” She asked while rubbing her temples. “What if you never had a kid? Then I would have done all that work for free.”

“I’m sorry, this is my first time doing this sort of thing. I don’t know how magic works,” I said as I backed away from the angry witch.

“That’s for sure,” She exclaimed as she grabbed the collar of my shirt. “That contract we just signed, well that was very binding. So if we don’t fulfill our ends of the bargain it will be bad for both of us.”

“So, what should we do?” I asked looking down into furious eyes.

Maria let out a sigh before loosening her grip on my shirt and saying, “I guess we have no choice.”

A witch demand’s your firstborn child as payment for saving your village, but what are you going to do when she demands her payment upfront.

Practice Makes Perfect

https://prompts.aidg.club/3598

“Now it’s your turn,” Hazel said as she turned to Eliza. “You should use the incantation, since you’re still learning.”

“Right. The incantation…” Eliza said with her eyes still glued to her spellbook.

Eventually Eliza stepped forward, pointed her wand at my head, and said, “Hocus Crocus, uhh… touch your toes… es…”

Something happened, but I didn’t lean forward again. A bright light flashed from the witch-in-training’s oversized wand and a loud crackling noise filled the room. The light faded as quickly as it had appeared and the sound with it.

“Touch your toeses?” I asked as I rubbed my eyes with my hands.

Wait? I could move my hands? Just as I realized that, I saw both Eliza and Hazel bending over to touch their toes. Their dresses clung tight to their asses right before my eyes. Do I have control over these two beautiful ladies? I had to check…

“Stand up,” I commanded.

The two witches stood up. Eliza glared at me with a look of defiance while Hazel seemed to be appraising the situation.

Life as a guinea pig for magical practice is great. At least it is when something goes wrong and you get control over two beautiful witches for the night.

The Last Ingredient

https://prompts.aidg.club/3599

At this point, I can’t quite suppress a slight blush as I tell her, “Well… I’ve got everything I need except… something called ‘seed of virgin’. And I was kind of hoping that’s something relating to a plant…?”

Again, she laughs, then shakes her head. “Oh, no, Arvid. That’s why I laughed earlier. Honestly, it’s been a long time since they last used Potency in a potion challenge, so either this year’s roster was set up by some ancient Archmage that longs for the good old days when those upstart youngsters didn’t get free rides, or by some Rector in a remote university that hasn’t updated his textbooks in a century. So, yes, when this ingredient list says ‘seed of virgin’, it does indeed mean that you need to acquire semen from some sort of creature that still counts as a ‘virgin’. Don’t ask me how to tell that, by the way, I don’t think anybody’s truly understood the magical properties of virginity yet,” she explains, a more sly smile creeping onto her lips at my clear embarrassment. Just as I want to ask how exactly I’m supposed to tell whether somebody is a virgin or not, then, she turns around and starts digging through a nearby cupboard, muttering to herself.

Eventually, she returns, holding a small flask and a sheet of paper, handing them to me. “Here you go, you’re going to need this. This concoction, when mixed with the seed of a virgin, shows a strong reaction by bubbling up. When mixed with the seed of a non-virgin, it remains inert. So once you’ve, well, ‘acquired’ some semen you want to test, just take a small sample of it and mix it with this to check. I’ve given you the recipe for that concoction as well in case you run out, and thankfully, it’s really easy to make. Happy hunting!”

After about a month of searching, I’ve finally acquired most of the ingredients for the potion I need to make for the wizarding license exam! Now, what’s this last one… “seed of virgin”?

Aini’s failed summoning

https://prompts.aidg.club/3600

Despite the contempt Aini felt at the teacher’s demand — which was put into writing and signed by the head master’s secretary — she had to admit that the constant oozing of her nose and mouth was concerning. Once the rookie witch arrived at her dorm room she decided to try a cleansing ritual she read about once.

As soon as that thought manifested Aini could feel her lips move on their own, her voice box twisting as something forced her to say “I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” in her own voice. But Aini couldn’t even process those words, the sensation of having her voice used like that threw her into a coughing fit so bad she had to sit on her desk, in front of her dressing mirror.

The coughing fit passed eventually, leaving Aini’s throat and lungs burning with a dull pain. She sat up slowly, leaning back with her eyes pressed shut before she lurched onto her desk, staring at herself in the mirror. What the witch’s reflection showed made her sit up straighter. The sclera of Aini’s left eye had yellowed completely; not just a yellowish white but a filthy, sludgy yellow, much like the slime-girl Inia’s body.

The left half of Aini’s lips curved into a sickly smile as she again her herself say “What, you didn’t expect me to just vanish, right? You have only yourself to blame for letting me possess you.”

Aini isn’t just a fan of lace and lolita fashion, she has a knack for the occult to boot! Well, she likes it but she never reads the boring safety instructions. Who needs those anyway? The slime-girl she summoned into herself certainly doesn’t mind.

Spellbound

https://prompts.aidg.club/3601

They said she could cast curses on people with a glance, or even control them like puppets using a voodoo doll she kept on her at all times. To most, she was a child born of pure sin and hatred.

But I took those rumors as they were—rumors. Veronica may have had a wardrobe taken straight from a graveyard, but it didn’t mean she was evil. In fact, the gothic girl had more class than most of us. Veronica never lashed out at anyone. She was always calm and collected. Fierce in her rebuttals sometimes, but never mean-spirited or malicious. I couldn’t believe she was the same person who caused such fear and panic in so many people.

Having said that, what if I told you it was all true? That Veronica really did worship the devil; that she wasn’t just an innocent girl trying to fit in, but a powerful witch with a deep connection to the darkness? What if I told you she could bring harm to those around her with a single glance, or even a wave of her hand? Would you believe me?

Well, I didn’t. And unfortunately, I’m facing the consequences.

I didn’t believe the rumors surrounding Veronica. I mean, a witch? Were people living in the 1600s or something? It was stupid to even think such a thing.

But not everything has to make sense, now does it?

Whatever Will Happen to Cashmere the Witch in One Day

https://prompts.aidg.club/3602

In one day, Cashmere the Witch will be swept away into the future. She will have concocted a “potion of future sight”, thinking that she was doing it for the grand possibility of glimpsing into her own destiny. Of course, she shall be completely correct: She will see her future, but after her first few moments of blissful joyous success, her smile would fade. Like a druggie who has taken a hot dose, the apex of happiness and elation becomes an endless and crushing nightmare instead as she experiences an infinite expanse of possible futures. The reason she comes to this conclusion in one day is simple: Fathoming all of those possibilities, exploring what will and what won’t happen, what could happen and what should not ever happen, all at once, rips a linear mind away from where they were. For Cashmire, her single moment of the future in one day shall be the only future she will experience, forever.

Cashmere the Witch, a wonderful, shy, but incredibly talented witch who practices alchemy and other things the modern would would scoff at. Her dreams of becoming big culminate in the potion of future sight, and the rest is history. Or should I say, the rest is the future of a point in the past chosen to lay out the deterministically decided events that ruined Cashmere’s life.

An Ill-advised Experiment

https://prompts.aidg.club/3603

While Rania could be a little bit ditzy, the witch had a heart of gold even if she could be mischievous or teasing. That said, she could be extremely stubborn—which was why she needed me to bring her supplies; she refused to use any magic to get the items she required, insisting that it would interfere with her experiments.

We ate in silence, watching one another as we chewed our food. After a few minutes, Rania pushed her plate away and reached for the mug of tea. “So, you got everything on my list?” she asked, taking a sip of the warm drink.

“Yes, even the tea and…undergarments.” You replied hesitantly. You weren’t sure why a woman with seemingly no interest in sex would want such racy underwear but you knew better than to question her.

Rania’s cheeks flushed, but her smile was sly. She might have bought them on a lark for a chance to tease me, either hoping to goad me into commenting on them or because she knew I’d be uncomfortable buying them for her.

I downed the last of my tea and opened my mouth to suggest unpacking the goods from my pack by the door but I froze—something felt wrong with my body. A sense of dread washed over me; like a cold wind blowing across my skin, chilling me to the bone. Looking up, my gaze fell upon Rania, who was now holding her teacup with both hands and staring at me expectantly—Rania had put one of her experiments in my tea.

I swallowed thickly—not liking the way the liquid felt in my throat, nor the feeling of uneasiness that came over me. “What was in my tea?”

Having brought supplies to the witch, Rania, she invites you in for some tea. What your friend neglected to mention was that she’d slipped an experiment of hers into it.

Wings Clipped by Shame

https://prompts.aidg.club/3604

A scattered few people milled around the square, drinking cheap ale or passing around a jug of some nameless moonshine concoction. Most of them were bleary-eyed and lolling about, but a few seemed like they already caught sight of her arrival. The raven slowly arced downward with clumsy, drawn-out flaps, betraying her inexperience. Upon reaching the ground, Naranya landed clumsily on the splintered boards of the wooden stage, barely managing to keep herself upright. Several amused laughs rang out around her as she awkwardly teetered about, balancing on two short legs after being accustomed to her full height.

She looked away and chirped awkwardly before releasing her transformation in what was akin to a magical exhale. Once again, her body twisted and wriggled as it flowed back into its natural shape, reverting to her original stature as she gestured with a magical flourish, igniting a few nearby torches and illuminating her figure in a soft, orange glow. The moment she was fully back in her proper form, the crowd erupted into raucous cheers and applause, quickly becoming rowdier as other townsfolk began to appear.

Unused to such adoration, Naranya faltered for a moment before realizing they must be enamored with her new spell. As a result, she had been given a boisterous reception of eager, drunken applause and shouting for her to continue. Still, something seemed off. When she lit those torches, she felt like something was missing. Right, her talon was bare of her magic rings! The raven witch looked down at… her naked breasts?

Cocky raven witch accidentally shows up naked to a magic show.

Was Above, So Below

https://prompts.aidg.club/3606

The sea witch extended her undulating tentacles towards Hilda with trembling anticipation. Leif nearly stopped the malevolent creature as she deftly plucked Hilda out from her fur bindings, and dragged his wife kicking and screaming into the brackish waters. But, the painful throbbing of his infected arm sapped his resolve, as he simply collapsed and witnessed the horrifying proceedings. The sea witch’s tentacles coiled around the struggling woman, as Hilda thrashed and kicked, trying to break free of her captor. Leif heard the faint splash of his wife being submerged below the surface, as the sea witch held Hilda down. Then, the viking heard the soft splashing and slurping noises of the hag’s suckers eagerly enveloping his wife.

As Hilda screamed and struggled, her wails were muted by the enveloping tentacles of the horrid sea witch and Leif could only hear her frantic panting and gurgling. The viking man watched helplessly as the sea witch tightly bundled his wife in her writhing tendrils, like a spider wrapping up a trapped insect. Hilda’s muffled shrieks became increasingly desperate as the sea witch continued to draw her closer, the uncompromising hag contorting Leif’s petite wife until she was forced to curl into a tight fetal position. “I’m sorry, my love,” Leif whispered to Hilda, as he sat back on the sandy shore with a pained expression on his face. He knew she couldn’t hear him, but he hoped she would somehow understand.

When a great warrior is laid low by a small trifle, the tides only know what price he may pay for another chance.

Faith, Fear, and Frailty

https://prompts.aidg.club/3607

“Let’s get you out of those rags, shall we?” A flash of brilliant, purple light filled the room, as Magdalene’s clothes simply exploded off her body, leaving the petite, Italian girl completely exposed before Xyra and her thronging cultists.

Things only escalated from their, as Xyra began urgently forcing the nude girl down towards her exposed, demonic crotch, which was surrounded with short, dark pubic hairs. Magdalene wordlessly shrieked in alarm, as her face was roughly smashed into the soft, moistening folds of the purple-skinned demoness. “No need to be so timid, my little dove, dive right in,” Xyra purred, as she used her unnaturally strong grip to urge the squirming nun’s head deep between the succubus’ thighs. Abigail continued fighting her bonds, as she watched her battle sister’s entire head gradually disappear within the clenching, vaginal depths of the giant succubus. A lewd, squelching noise filled the hushed room, as Magdalene’s screams were slowly muffled by the enveloping, slippery wetness of the succubus.

Abigail Veracotti is a trained battle nun of the Colebury Order. Sent on an important mission from the Vatican, Abigail and her battle sisters must uproot an insidious cell of satanic cultists. But, can her pious training overcome the stress of battling the forces of evil?

The Madness of Mordreg

https://prompts.aidg.club/3610

Faith was my shield and sword as an agent of The Church, but as I stood before that door, a terrible sense of unease had set itself upon me. Sentient dread, perhaps?

I reached for the handle of the door with a shaky hand, when something moved within. I froze, waiting to see if the creature would emerge, a prayer of protection already upon my lips. The sound of footsteps approached, a single pair of feet. The gait was—tiny, unassuming, a soft pitter of bare soles against softly creaking planks.

The door opened with a squeal of rusty hinges, and while I was more than ready to prepare a protective incantation, I found myself stupefied by the sight that greeted me. There, bathed in the glow of hearthfire, was a girl. There was a sickly sweet perfection to this child, her face smooth and white as porcelain, hair an untidy mess of golden curls. “Hello mister!” She rocked playfully along her heels, a dark, gossamer gown clinging to her form.

“Please, come inside! It’ll be dark soon and the swamp is really creepy.” Innocence played upon her smooth features, but it was illusory. It had to be. The floorboards of the little witch’s tree cottage were cracked and ancient, its walls lined with overflowing bookshelves. Each shelf was filled with dusty tomes, their covers embossed with a myriad of strange sigils penned in long dead tongues. The fourth wall was dominated by a large window, looking out upon a forest of black, gnarled yews. I could hear the wind howling outside, and felt a sudden chill run down my spine. This little girl was not what she appeared to be; the miasma of witchery was suffocating here.

There was a darkness to Mordreg, some terrible presence that was renewing the taint of the ancient swamp. I thought myself resolute, a humble investigator of The Church, until finding myself at the heart of Mordreg, and lulled by its unassuming mistress.

Were’s My Wolf?

https://prompts.aidg.club/3612

“Right, smart wolf– I mean man. You’re totally still human inside, I get that. But, we’ve gotta set some ground rules here, it wouldn’t be seemly for a woman to be answering to a wolf, so you’ll have to play the part–” before Tabitha could complete her explicit instructions, the wolf shot up from his pounce, rounding behind her in an instant, and plowing her over with his paws.

“What the fuck, Ted, stop it! I told you, you need me to reverse the spell! Get off me, you stupid mutt!” The big wolf settled down on Tabitha’s back, Ted using his weight to keep the small woman down. The wolf growled into her ear threateningly, as his clawed paws gripped at her back painfully. “Alright, okay. I’m sorry I was acting bossy earlier, but you made your point! Stop getting slobber and wolf hair all over me, this witch get-up dress is dry-clean only!” But the wolf only barked loudly in response, as if demanding her silence. Tabitha didn’t understand what was going on, until she felt the shaggy wolf settling his hips against her rump with clear intent. “You have got to be fucking kidding me. Do not– Nnghhh!” With an animalistic yip, the large wolf began excitedly humping Tabitha’s rear end.

When Ted hires an amateur witch to turn him into a werewolf, the older man has no idea just how much hassle he signed himself up for. Nor does Tabitha, a young enchantress who just inherited a huge pain-in-the-backside of her own making.

Sanguine Stalkers

https://prompts.aidg.club/3613

“Ah, the moon is so full, mon cheri.” Lady Mirabelle whispered from the shadows, stepping into the moon-lit courtyard as if she were a ghost or spirit herself; a statement that was not without its merit. Dressed in her finest, scarlet gown, Mirabelle Toussaint smelled of roses but reeked of undeath. She wore white kid gloves that seemed more like skin than silk. Her lips parted slowly, teasing the pointed markers of her vampirism. “It will be a good hunt, no?”

“Yes, Lady Toussaint.” I deferred blankly. Thralldom, and its benefits as a lesser vampire, was a gift. Freewill was a hinderance, simple as. True freedom was found in servitude.

“Oh, ma puce, never leave my side.” The vampiress spoke to me as if I were a pet, and a pitiable one at that. Was she mocking me? Perhaps, though a glimmer of sincerity presented itself in Lady Mirabelle’s ruby eyes. No, she could only want me by her side; it was a power play, perhaps.

A fine wind blew past us.

Thralldom is not without its benefits, especially when it is in servitude to a most regal mistress. Vampires, witches and perhaps a bit of femdom.

The End of an Adventure

https://prompts.aidg.club/3614

You chuckle at yourself. “Sorry, what did you ask?”

She smiles sweetly at you, but there is something like sadness hidden in those sapphire eyes. For a moment they spark with some sort of light or energy before fading again to be replaced by their usual appearance. “I asked if you had any plans after we get to where I’m headed,” she states matter-of-factly.

You shake your head lightly. “Not much use for a paladin wielding a holy blade now that all the demons are dead… I don’t really know what I’ll do.”

“Oh?” There’s interest in her tone.

“Well, not too sure yet,” you admit with another laugh, rubbing the back of your head sheepishly. “What about you? Have you found anything to do next?”

The young witch nods slowly, looking away shyly as she does so. “Oh yes, plenty!” she says quickly, then trails off, leaving you uncertain if she actually does have anything planned.

You look up again, thinking that perhaps you should stay with her and find new adventures like you originally intended, instead of returning to normal life. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to settle down somewhere quiet, far removed from cities and adventurers and other such people. That sounds nice, doesn’t it?

Escorting the last of your party members after the tale has concluded, you talk with the witch Vanessa as you accompany her home.

The Friday of Yanderes

Let’s make prompts about the women who love you so much, they just might get you killed.

15th April, 2022

Skin to Skin(walker)

https://prompts.aidg.club/3512

“Come with me, sir.” she repeats, grabbing my arm. Her grip is like iron, it hurts, but I don’t really have the energy to even think about it. She’s right anyways, this place isn’t safe.

As soon as we both get in the car, she speeds off down the road, not even bothering to turn on the siren. I’m not sure if it’s the loss of blood or the stench that seems to have permeated in the fabric of the seats, but my stomach starts to feel queasy the moment we start driving. While I’m trying to avoid throwing up, the officer veers off the side of the road as branches and leaves smack across the window. I have no idea where we’re going, but it’s clear it isn’t to any hospital. Looking in the rearview mirror, I can see the woman staring ahead, completely stone faced like there’s nothing wrong with this little detour.

The ride goes on for quite some time before we come to an abrupt stop in front of some beaten down cabin in the middle of the woods. Stepping out of the car, the officer slowly walks over to my side of the vehicle and unlocks the door, pulling me out with that same iron grip as before. My heart pounds as she then drags me inside the cabin, still as expressionless as before, like this is all routine for her. There’s a mattress in the corner but that’s it—no windows, just a single light bulb hanging from the ceiling that doesn’t seem to be working. As she pushes me down onto the bed, she speaks up for the first time in what must have been a half an hour, “Why did you have to leave me?” It sounds garbled, inhuman, her words coming in short breaths. “Why couldn’t you have just accepted my love?”

They say love comes in many forms. I’m not really sure it counts if all the forms are the same obsessed skinwalker. She’s willing to kill anyone who stands in her way, as long as she gets you in the end.

My girlfriend has been acting a bit possessive lately

https://prompts.aidg.club/3541

“…Anna?” I asked again.

“Yes, darling?” she replied innocently.

“What’s this around my neck?”

“It’s a leather collar, of course. I had it made specially for you!”

“No, I mean, I can’t really get out of bed with this…” I gestured at the short metal chain which restrained me to the bedframe.

I’m sure Anna only wants the best for me, but it’s becoming difficult to deal with her increasingly alarming, excessive behavior. Would a normal girlfriend go so far as to break into their partner’s home and tie them to their bed while they’re asleep?

I would literally kill for my little brother

https://prompts.aidg.club/3542

“Shouta? Who is…this person you brought home with you?” I asked him, trying to hide my obvious displeasure. Shouta was standing at the door holding hands with a little girl I’d never met before. She must have been around his age, maybe eight or nine years old, with tanned skin, a flowery dress, and tomboyish short hair. I could already tell what kind of girl she was. This fucking bitch…who the hell do you think you are?

“Um, onee-chan, this is my friend, Tsubomi-san,” Shouta answered shyly. “I met her at school today, and she wanted to come over and play some games. Is…that okay?”

Of course it’s not ok to bring this manipulative succubus home with you! Play games?! Yeah right, I see right through you, “Tsubomi”, if that’s even your real name! You’re just after his dick, aren’t you?! Get the fuck away from my Shouta, you filthy whore!

…is what I wanted to say, but I bit my tongue instead.

A deranged incestual shotacon mercilessly eliminates all threats that stand in the way of her beloved little brother.

IT WAS ME, HARRY!

https://prompts.aidg.club/3543

“I’m responsible for every bad date you’ve ever had,” Lilian told her crush. “Remember when you were fifteen and your pants fell down when you were confessing to that girl? It was me, Harry. I pulled them down. Remember when you were sneaking out the house at night to meet a girl at her place and you slipped on the wet floor and broke your leg, in spite of the fact that you knew you had cleaned the living room and left the floor sparkling clean? I ran through the house at super speed, so fast the light hadn’t even left the room yet, and left a puddle there, waiting for you.”

“No!”

Remember when you were working hard on an AI theme friday prompt and instead you pushed a copypasta out the door?

Christine

https://prompts.aidg.club/3544

Before Christine, Arnie had been a loser. But after he found her for sale online from an old man who seemed eager to be rid of the rusted chassis and fixed her up, something changed inside of him. He had a confidence, a swagger, as he walked the halls at school and cruised that relic on the roads around town. A few people, even his only friend Dennis, teased him for loving that “Boomer-mobile” as much as he did, but Arnie was inseparable from the old car with her tailfins and chrome.

Adaptation of Stephen King’s story of the killer classic car who loves the man who climbs behind her wheel and refuses to let anyone come between them.

Hard Knocks in Yandere City

https://prompts.aidg.club/3545

Their tactics are as simple as they are sinister. A yandere appears outwardly like a proper, innocent young maiden. They are masters of deception and disguise and will keep up their appearance as long as it takes to cement their grip on their target. Once she finds a suitable prey — preferably, a young, inexperienced male — she propositions him for a formal relationship. Of course, this is only a ruse, as the yandere’s true motivation is to monopolize him, to make him only look at her, to make him dependent on her love, and eventually, to kidnap and enslave him so he can never leave her. It’s a story that happens every day in this rotten city. Yes, every day, countless men disappear into the cellars, basements, closets, and dungeons of their sick, twisted captors, never to be seen again.

I took another puff of my cigar, before clenching my fist. See, when I see a problem, I immediately try and think of how to fix it. That’s why I became a private eye in the first place. At first it was for the victims — yes, I used to really care about those things, “helping” people and all that. These days? The only thing that keeps me going is alcohol and bitterness. I don’t do this for the victims anymore — no, it’s the hate that drives me, the desire for revenge, for justice, for SOMETHING to be done.

A private eye specializing in cases involving yanderes is hunting down yet another a deranged lovestruck kidnapper.

My Little Sister is a Jealous Brat

https://prompts.aidg.club/3546

“Lexi… what the fuck are you doing?” I gasp.

“You don’t need her, you have me. I’m prettier and I love you way more than she does, you know I do. We should be together, you and I. She doesn’t deserve you!”

“Lexi, stop it!” I snap, pushing her off of me. My hands are shaking though and she feels it.

Lexi takes my hand in hers, pulling me to my feet, “Come on, big brother… let’s go upstairs and play.”

I pull my hand away from her and step back, “Lexi, listen to me, you need to calm down, okay?”

She shakes her head, “No, you don’t understand. I’m tired of listening to her whine, I’m tired of hearing about how great she is. She doesn’t deserve you, you should be with me, you should be mine. I want you to be with me forever.” As much as I try to deny it, Lexi’s words are having an effect on me. Her body language and tone of voice are convincing me; I feel myself being drawn into her spell.

“I… I don’t think we should do this…” I say feebly.

“Please, just come upstairs with me and I’ll show you how much I love you; Mom and Dad won’t be back for hours. I promise it’ll be our little secret.”

When I don’t make any move to either follow or walk away, Lexi grabs my hand and begins tugging me toward the stairs. She leads me to her bedroom, which is decorated in pink and white and then pulls me over to the far wall by her bed. She turns to face me and places her hands on my chest, leaning in close.

“Kiss me,” she whispers, her breath warm against my face. “Kiss me with more passion than you ever kissed her.”

When your little sister gets jealous of your girlfriend, there’s only one course of action for her to take.

Just Business

https://prompts.aidg.club/3547

Once I turned him down for some of his offers of more work, his demeanor changed. Sure, the compliments were still there, but they now held a certain edge to them, like he was slyly trying to put down whatever I mentioned I was doing at some point. It was around this time that he presented me with a new contract during one long overtime session, claiming it to be an exciting new opportunity to grow the company, help support my family better, yada yada. If he was pushing it this hard, there was some sort of catch to it, and yes, it had quite the catch: If I were to sign this contract, I would become Mr. Adams’s “personal assistant”, move in to his mansion, and for all intents and purposes follow his every command 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. The pay was a drastic step up from my current situation, but this was too much for me to take in, especially with only a few moments to think about it.

So I turned him down, but that didn’t deter him. In fact, he would just get even more intent. Now he would denigrate my work, always couching it in a tone implying that I’m just not fit for a secretary job, but could probably fit in better in a personal assistant job. Every few days, he’d put the contract on my desk, making me turn him down again, every time getting just a bit more insistent. Around this time, I was genuinely starting to worry that I would end up pressured into this job by hook or by crook, and Adams’s actions weren’t easing those worries in the slightest. Before long, he somehow learned of the familial troubles I had and made remarks about how money must be tight for me these days. He’d ask me if my friends were helping me out with this, which I had to answer in the negative, which he immediately took as an opportunity to start talking about how I don’t need friends, all I need is the company. The company would see to me… if only I would sign that contract.

Being the secretary of a reclusive tech millionaire has its perks, but also its drawbacks. So while I’m making decent money, I find my hours getting longer and longer, with my boss taking up more and more of my free time. And all the while, he can’t stop offering me a different job, some sort of personal servant gig. Combined with the way he looks at me sometimes… I worry.

Harem with a catch

https://prompts.aidg.club/3548

“Gina, What the fuck is going on here?” James asked, feeling confused, heartbroken and flabbergasted.

Gina shrugged her shoulders, her natural smile giving her an unnatural sense of ease as she says “I was breaking her in, like the others. I, uh, didn’t expect you to be home so quickly. So…oops?” she giggled, winking at James.

“‘Oops’? What the fuck is going on? Why the hell do you have a dick and what did you do to Tawna?” James yelled, trying to sound steadfast despite Gina’s casual demeanor intimidating him.

Gina glanced over at the bed. Tawna was still on her back, legs spread wide, panting. She looked as gorgeous as James had imagined, though he hadn’t ever imagined getting to see her like this, with his female, or rather hermaphroditic best friend’s semen gushing out of her holes. Gina cleared her throat as she mumbled “Guess the cat’s outta the bag, huh. Anyway, yeah. I was working on breaking her in for your harem.”

It took James a moment to process what Gina just said. His brows furrowed and he cocked his head as all he could utter was “Harem? What harem?”

Gina and James had gone through thick and thin for decades. He’d always considered her his best friend, a sister even. Or a true ‘bro’ if you will. It made it all the more painful to see her on his own bed, with his latest date Tawna, the latter of which was filled to the brim with what must’ve been dozens of loads.

Dealing with a Yandere Elf

https://prompts.aidg.club/3549

When I left her in the woods, I expected that to be the end of it. She could wipe her tears and go on with her life, and I’d go back to my adventuring lifestyle. Little did I know; there was more than a few months to come where the memories of that night would haunt me — as this girl continued to hunt me down over and over.

Somehow, this damn fool elf girl had gotten the idea that we were destined to be together… all because I raped and violated her! She wouldn’t leave me alone; like a rabid dog, she was constantly after me, constantly hunting me down in my everyday life, across cities and even countries, whereever my adventures take me, this crazy elf shows up!

My life turned to absolute shit. I couldn’t move without her trying to seduce me. She tried to steal my friends, she even tried to blackmail me over the sexual assault I had committed on her in the woods just so that I’d wind up with her. Now, I know what you are thinking, ‘Anton, Lyanna is a beautiful elf girl, why not just take her?” Because this girl is fucking insane!

Respecting an elf is more dangerous than you think.

The Yandere Handbook

https://prompts.aidg.club/3553

Thank you for purchasing this newly revised and expanded edition of the Handbook for the Obsessively Lovestruck Young Woman with Psychopathic Tendencies. Within these pages you will find the proven secrets, techniques, and strategies to make your beloved love you, and only you, forever.

A book full of helpful tips for those girls whose love goes more than a little too far.

Slugging It Out

https://prompts.aidg.club/3526

“Don’t worry poopsykins, I’ll keep you safe! You’re going to be my favorite pet, I promise, we’re going to do such wonderful things together. I have needs though, my sweet, womanly needs. But you’ll find out all about that later, when I’m ready to be sated.” The slug queen cooed into Keith’s ear.

“No, I’m sorry Queen Borbax, but I’m not interested. I’ve got a girlfriend who I need to get back to right now,” Keith stammered, trying to extricate himself from the slug’s embrace. The slug queen seemed disappointed at first, but soon smothered him with even more affection, and pressed her slimy lips against his own.

“Oh poopsykins, you don’t understand what’s happening, this is the beginning of our new life together! You can’t resist your destiny now, the fate of humanity depends on it!” The slug queen crooned.

Keith was overwhelmed with emotion as the slug monster continued to hold him close, her slimy, quivering body pressing up against his. He could feel the uneven struggles of the numerous, live women inside the creature’s abdomen, and was overcome by the feeling that he might be one of them in an instant.

Sometimes a nice, cool beverage is the only thing that can alleviate a hot and steamy situation.

I Love My Wife

https://prompts.aidg.club/3558

I love my wife very, very much. I make sure to tell her as much whenever I say anything to her. I knew we were perfect soulmates who would spend our entire lives together before I even knew her name, because she told me such the first time we were alone in her basement. She already knew everything about me, even how I walked home alone from school. In that undercroft she won me over in a whirlwind romance as I came to understand the new way of things, the depths of her love and the central importance she had in my life. When I proved I was worthy of having my chains loosened and being given almost entirely free rein to roam the house, she made me understand in crystal clarity, that there was nothing in the world that should come before spending my whole life with her.

The yandere got her Senpai.

The Friday of Adventure Parties

Let’s make prompts that feature a merry company of comrades who share a zest for escapades and desire to take risks.

1st April, 2022

Some Storyteller Partygoing

https://prompts.aidg.club/3360

“Calli, we’re not bringing you.” She said firmly while giving Calliope a stern glare, crossing her arms and trying to look parental.

“But why?”

“Because this isn’t your kind of place,” Euterpe replied matter-of-factly.

I thought it might be fun to bring her along, so I interjected. “I don’t know Euterpe, I think there’s no harm in letting Calli tag along. She’s only one year younger.” Calli’s head snapped to me and she smiled widely.

“See! Krake thinks I should come along!” She proudly announced, giving a smug little smirk to her big sis as if she won with her innocent act of persuasion.

Euterpe stood in thought for a moment before she sighed and nodded, letting her arms fall from across her chest, but still looking annoyed. “Fine. We’ll go with you.” She said with an exasperated sigh. “Just don’t make me look stupid at the party, or in front of Krake.”

You’re Krake, the legendary storyteller! Except in this world, you’re simply a bored teenage kid prepping for a party to alleviate the boredom of this sleepy town suburbia hell. You’re bringing your best friend(or more?), Euterpe, and you suppose it’s fine to let her little sister, Calliope, come along too. So many possibilities! Get turnt, become the life of the party, Or maybe even get a little closer to Euterpe…?

The New Adventures of Gilgamesh

https://prompts.aidg.club/3361

In strong-walled Uruk, in that storied ziggurat of fired brick, there entered the man of the wilderness, Enkidu, whose voice resounded and disturbed the court, “Gilgamesh, who is my friend and brother!” And that king of Uruk saw Enkidu and was joyful at this reunion. Enkidu struck out his hairy wildman’s arm, which rippled with muscle, in challenge to Gilgamesh, as was their custom and Gilgamesh met his grasp.

Journey with the most ancient of heroes, experience the first recorded Bromance in the untamed world of Mesopotamian mythology

(Yute needed a little more help, but fret not: https://files.catbox.moe/v6detv.module)

To Create a King

https://prompts.aidg.club/3363

As soon as Jaria sensed his spying, she eased down Melly’s spine, brushing aside her soggy tail to give the mouse boy a clear view of the full extent of the cat’s bare fur, still glossy with moisture. Jaria hoped the princess would forgive her manipulation, but, unlike Melly, she wanted more than simple revenge. The wolf wanted to secure the future of her homeland, and for that, it needed a king. Nils, once he matured, might be able to fill that role. Until then, however, he must be tutored in all he needed to know if he was to become an effective leader. And, above all, he must want to be king.

Not exactly a purveyor of deft political acumen, Jaria knew she could at least rely on one thing most males desired to tempt him into the role: a beautiful queen to warm his bed.

A former royal guard turned adventurer plays matchmaker with her makeshift adventuring party

A Touching Evening

https://prompts.aidg.club/3364

Eventually, I feel like I have to address this in some way, and figure the direct path is the easiest one, so I nonchalantly ask him, “Hey, Kiroth, is something wrong? You seem off somehow, like you’re thinking about something.”

Getting called out seems to catch him off guard, as he stammers a bit before falling into silence again. But eventually, he calms down and responds, “I… it’s been quite some time since we’ve last seen a proper settlement, has it not? While I don’t like it, I can’t shake the feeling that I’m… feeling a bit deprived at this point.”

“Deprived? In what way?” I could take a guess that he means what I think he means, but I didn’t want to presume. Rather I’d let him say it first.

Sure enough, a slight blush rises to his cheeks and he fidgets a bit again. “You… you know. That way,” he mutters in response.

That’s probably as much as a clear answer as I’m going to get out of him. “Really? Like, I’m feeling it too, but you didn’t seem affected at all to me,” I reply. Up to this evening, he always seemed to be completely cool and collected.

But he just shakes his head. “Elves are… well, naturally more sedate. Just because we don’t show what we feel doesn’t mean we don’t feel it. And, well… I’ve been feeling it. Quite heavily. And I don’t think I can take it much longer. In fact, I’ve been debating with myself for the last two hours whether I should ask you directly for… well, help,” he explains, the blush on his face only getting worse. “Reinhold, I know you don’t desire me in this way, but please, could you indulge your poor, suffering friend?”

Spending a lot of time out on the trail adventuring with your male companion, with not a woman in sight for weeks, does leave me quite pent up and desiring some intimate touch, though I can bear it. However, I had no idea just how much my companion was suffering from the same thing. And being a good friend, I have to help him out. Even if that means doing… odd stuff.

New Adventure Family and the beast lands.

https://prompts.aidg.club/3365

Rovia is a frontier backwater settlement built right up against the eastern border and it serves as a gateway and way station for travelers on their way east. There are plenty of opportunities for quests and jobs, just not many good paying ones. Many adventurers in the know avoid these places like the plague. It is known that every corner of this land is filled with horny fat horses and pigs, even in towns. Since they are not inherently hostile or anything, the animals presence is tolerated and accepted. So far as the common people are concerned, the animals simply are there and can´t be blamed for the nature of things in here.

It is normal for the beasts to mate any young girl that has their ass in a nice position. Once they have been taken for breeding, they just end up pregnant for the animals. These girls soon become huge breasted and assed and eventually start to smell as bad as their partners.

The horses in particular seem attracted to young adventurer girl asses that are bent over or squatting nice and low.

Even a reluctant breeding cow becomes extremely wet and sweaty once mounted, ready for breeding. However Jonah and the girls barely know a thing about this.

As they enter the small village, Jonah asks Mary “Hey mom. This place seems so ready and bustling for adventurer work huh? I wonder why the guilds avoid the place so.”

An nice adventuring group is torn asunder by the fetishes of the heroes mother. She wishes to see their darling girls become fat animals livestock.

Corrupted Casualty

https://prompts.aidg.club/3366

“What is this?” you exclaim, annoyed. “My intel can’t have been bad, this was supposed to be a shrine of the herm worshipers!”

A soft, sultry voice from the shadows makes a shiver of fear rush up your spine. The voice holds no hint of threat or malice, nor is it a strange one. On the contrary, your fear stems from recognizing this voice. It belongs to Rosa, a woman you had sacrificed for your campaign to even find the location of this church of hermaphrodites. The melodic cadence of her voice is the still the same as it had been the last time you’d seen her, but now her voice carries a sense of superiority and amusement that makes your hair stand on end.

“Oh, but it is, Sir Loin. It very much is a ‘church’ as you call it. You see, us hermaphrodites have different definitions for places of worship.” Rosa said. Her smile grew wide and devious as she saw the surprise in your face.

With Rosa’s arrival the room filled with the smell of sex and desire. At least that was what you felt as the pungent aroma took hold of your senses.

“We consider ourselves our own gods, Sir Loin. We worship the Goddess, not a singular deity. To the Goddess we give what the other churches demand to be kept in that ‘holy’ matrimony of theirs. Instead of forcing ourselves to singular celibacy we give what’s ours in tribute to the Church of the Holy Order of the Goddess: our seed. And men are the vessels we fill with it.” Rosa explained. She stepped out of the shadows and approached you, wearing nothing but a silken robe and a thong which clung tightly to her curves. The sheer material of the underwear left little doubt that it hid a thick penis, one that she must have gained when she joined the cult.

You’ve done your fair share of sacrificing party members for the sake of your goals and ideals. Now one of them, long thought ‘sacrificed’ in a battle against some cult has returned to put you in your place.

Daddy is the Demon King

https://prompts.aidg.club/3367

“Oh, you got me!” I state hoping that this game will be over.

“No Daddy! You are supposed to be the big tough bad guy. You can’t go down that easy. It’s no fun!” Katie explains.

“I think he was doing a good job,” Jenna chimes in.

“Yeah, thank you for playing with us again Mr. Johnson,” Lily adds.

I smile at the girls. I’m happy to play along however they wish. In truth, I was hoping this weekend would be a more traditional girl’s slumber party. That way I could admire my daughter and her cute young friends in their pajamas and not have to be afraid that my wife would catch me perving on them. Still, these outfits are cute in their own way, and being the ‘Demon King’ means I can wrestle with them and cop-a-feel.

“You guys don’t get it. Daddy, this is supposed to be the epic final battle. The Demon King needs to be scary and strong. So you need to be more aggressive, okay?” Katie tells me with an overly serious face.

“More aggressive… Okay then,” I say thinking deviously to myself.

Your daughter and her friends are having a sleepover and playing pretend. You get to play the part of the Demon King. Your daughter takes playing pretend very seriously and wants you to get into your role.

The Sensation of Drowning

https://prompts.aidg.club/3369

She looked out at the waters, and that was when she saw him: a dark shadow, a ghostly apparition. He was cloaked in black, as though he came from the night itself. His hair, damp with seafoam, was as light as the moon, and his skin was a pale alabaster. He was tall and slender, moving with effortless grace. Arissia stared at him in both wonder and fear. The man stepped onto the shore, making nary a sound as his feet sunk into the sand. His lips quirked in what was almost a smile, though there was an odd emptiness in his eyes.

He bowed and introduced himself. When he spoke, his voice was as gentle as a summer breeze, though its tone was laced with a sense of foreboding. “It is a pleasure to meet you. My name is Rien. What brings you here, to this shore?”

“I am Arissia of Acadae,” Arissia began. “My kingdom…” she broke off. Her throat felt thick with impending tears.

Rien roved his eyes over the dead wilderness. In the distance the flames of the burning city cast red shadows across the land. “I see. Do you have somewhere to go?”

“No…my father told me to escape, but…”

“It will be dangerous,” said Rien quietly, his eyes still gazing out at the burning city. “There is no place for a fallen kingdom’s princess. I will accompany you.”

Rien offered his hand, and Arissia hesitantly took it. His skin was cool, his palm smooth, as though it were made of glass. Not knowing what else to do, she followed him on a journey without a destination.

After the fall of her kingdom, Princess Arissia was alone. By the seaside, she met a ghostly man named Rien, who offered to accompany her on a journey through her dead kingdom. After their somber adventure, they found themselves at the seaside once more. It is winter, and Rien has a sinister proposal.

Dunwallen: In Which A Party of Adventurers Encounter A Curious Tavern On A Foggy Night

https://prompts.aidg.club/3371

The inn was cozy, with wooden walls and a small hearth with a cauldron of—Grifaldus sniffed appreciatively—boar stew. Though the inn was empty of patrons, the party was too tired to notice. Grifaldus led the party to the bar, though they stopped short once they saw the bartender.

The bartender was wearing the most peculiar mask, carved in polished wood with intricate lines and designs. It was a mask of a fox, and the bartender’s eyes were hidden behind dark lenses.

“Ah, new customers!” he trilled in a melodious voice. “A hale and hearty welcome to Dunwallon!” He bowed theatrically. “What brings you here?”

“Well, good sir,” said Grifaldus, his enthusiasm tempered by the oddity of the mask, “we were lost in the woods, and followed the light here. You see, we have been wandering for days, and we need a place to rest our heads.”

“Oh, how tragic,” said the bartender. “I’m terribly sorry for your plight. Please, take a seat! We’ll get you lot some hot food and warm drinks.” He clapped his hands and serving maids appeared from shadowed doorways, their faces hidden behind impassive masks carved in the shape of animals. They carried silver trays laden with steaming bowls of soup and meat pies. The party, baffled, sat at one of the tables.

“It’s been so long since we last had visitors in Dunwallen,” said one of the maids, her voice soft under her bunny mask. “So nice to see new faces.” She giggled after uttering this last sentence, the dark eyes of her bunny mask peering with interest at Grifaldus. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see that these odd masked servers were gathering around the rest of his party, whispering soft words and in general appearing a good deal more seductive than warranted, considering that the party was still dressed in their traveling clothes and haven’t bathed in days.

“Oh, uh, ahem,” said Grifaldus articulately. “Yes, I suppose so. Er, if you don’t mind me asking, why are you all wearing these peculiar animal masks?”

After several long days of tramping through the woods, Grifaldus and his party of intrepid adventurers needed rest. Salvation arrived in the form of Dunwallen: an odd town where everyone wore animal masks. Well, nothing wrong with that…or was there?

Hi, We’re Dave.

https://prompts.aidg.club/3377

“Wow, that really is a pretty sight,” the lead clone said in awed reverence of the breathtaking sunset. Dave Z5-5J23 began snapping shots as his assistant recorded it on video. His diminished team of Daves eagerly gazed ahead, precariously perched atop a treacherously high mountain peak. One of the clones was so enamored viewing the alien forest vista, the Dave didn’t notice his footing slipping. Several Daves whistled in appreciation at the plummeting spectacle, as others edged back a few inches. “Alright team, enough lollygagging, let’s move into the forest proper.”

As the team slipped past alien trees, covered in purple, resinous extensions, one of the clone explorers cried out “Hey! Check it out! I found a neat leaf!” All the Dave clones eagerly gathered around, each equally appreciative of the seemingly conventional specimen of ground litter. “That little sucker is absolutely going in the scrapbook,” the leader said authoritatively, as his identical companions excitedly nodded in agreement. They were all so distracted with the thrilling discovery, none of the clones noticed the crouched creature stalking up from behind.

Chaos ensued, as a multi-limbed, tiger-like monstrosity set upon the Dave clones with predatory intent. The mandibles lining its slavering mouth latched upon the team leader as it gruesomely began chewing him apart, while clawing wildly at the others with its many talon-bearing legs. The Dave clones bravely set upon the creature with single-minded ferocity, attacking the alien beast in waves as they were systematically mangled to shreds. The surviving assistant fished their only radio from the deceased leader’s half-eaten corpse, as he called in “Hey Dave, this is Dave 92-K880. There’s this really cool leaf, but some ornery bugger is fucking with us. We’re going to need more Daves, pronto.”

Some people prefer their own company. When a company of those people learn to work in perfect harmony, what can they accomplish?

Tank!

https://prompts.aidg.club/3379

“Y-Your shield is quite impressive, sir; is it as heavy as it looks?” A good question, as the massive slab of steel to my left was more a wall than it was a mere shield; a rectangular bulwark of heavy metal with a thick rim of polished mithril.

“Thanks,” I said, flashing a smile. “It is quite heavy, indeed, but it is tried and true. Let’s cut to it, if you don’t mind my boldness; what happened to your previous ‘tank’?” In such situations it was pertinent to prod. Seldom were parties broken without tragedy and I wanted to know who I’d be fighting alongside. Peck paused, his pale cheeks burning with shame, but another spoke for him.

“She hit it big and ditched us, but that’s not important,” a bratty purr whispered from my periphery, its owner strutting into view. A young cat-girl, fancifully robed in the colors of a brilliant flame, stepped into view. Her ebon locks were a stark contrast to the emerald green eyes that she so analytically scanned me with. Lycille was her name as I’d come to find and she was Peck’s partner in adventure.

“Peck and I just need a piece of muscle to take the hits while we’re doing the fun stuff,” Lycille sat herself at the table, giving me the skeptical ‘up and down’, “but you don’t look like much.” Lycille spoke a big game but was she a big girl? No. She was nearly a child. Both she and Peck were; I found the pouty cat-girl’s mannerisms endearing.

When a humble kitsune boy named Peck and his fiery companion Lycille seek out a tank to join their party, who are you to turn down an opportunity for a new beginning?

Pressured Picker

https://prompts.aidg.club/3383

“Roger? What’cha doing, exactly? Doesn’t look like the kind of lockpicking we want to see you doing.” Meredith snickered at that, amused by the sight of your face. Looking at yourself in the reflection of the Lock-Lady’s belly you realize your cheeks are beet red. You hadn’t even noticed.

Brunhilde looked about as embarrassed as you felt. Her chest rose and fell with heavy but controlled breaths. Meredith on the other hand seemed more amused and intrigued than anything. She rubbed her chin as she thought out loud “You know, we’ve so far seen a lot of subtle hints that the owner of this place is a sexual deviant. Remember the dream journal we found, Brunni?”

Brunhilde laughed awkwardly at that, but nodded in agreement “Ah, ya. The one about the succubus assisted dreams, right? It was very…descriptive.” Meredith grunted, pointing to the lock “I think he also mentioned the idea of using his ‘prowess’ as a way to lock his most precious belongings. If I’m right - and the way this lock is looking at you right now is telling me I’m right, Roger - you have to…well, unlock her through pleasure.”

“Uh…okay? I know you two keep calling me ‘Lock Lover’ and other things about me being intimate with locks when you think I’m sleeping, but this is a bit much for a joke, don’t you think?” you replied with a wry chuckle as you squeezed the Lock-Lady’s hips.

Brunhilde averted her eyes as Meredith snickered, cooing “Oh I’m dead serious you sneaky bastard. You’ll have to actually get hands-on with this lock and at least make her lose the willpower to keep the vault locked.”

That notion made you swallow. You stared at Meredith’s delight, then to Brunhilde’s disgusted-yet-aroused facial expression all the way back to the Lock-Lady at your mercy.

Rogue School did not prepare you for this.

The Friday of Fairness and Amusement

Let’s make prompts about kids.

18th March, 2022

The Cutest and Funniest Pagliaccia

https://prompts.aidg.club/3230

“I feel quite depressed, Doctor. Life seems… harsh, cruel.” She mutters. Her hands are in her lap, gripping each other tightly.

“I’m sure you have lots of good memories too.” You reply, trying to cheer her up.

“It’s not the past. I feel all alone in a threatening world where what lies ahead is vague and uncertain.” She replies.

“Hmm…” You think to yourself for a few moments on how to cheer up this clown.

“Well, if you’re feeling alone, maybe you could get some inspiration and support from the new clown in town, Pagliaccia. She’s cute and funny, and full of joy.”

The clown honks her nose. “But doctor… I am Pagliaccia.” Pagliaccia says, sounding downtrodden.

I hear you boys like C&F! Well, this gal’s got it in excess.

Welcome to Lolliland!

https://prompts.aidg.club/3231

From reading online imageboards, you’ve discovered a ritual to send yourself into another dimension. All you need is to invoke the name of a new world, and you have a certain one in mind. In this world, you’re a greasy, grossly obese man with a terrible personality who gets beaten up for no reason all the time. But, say, in a world only filled with children…

Heh, that might work out well! The thought is so exciting… if it works. You try to kill your creepy smile as you add the last finishing touches to the giant pentagram drawn on the ground before you. The candles are lit, the incense burned, and everything is ready.

You take a deep breath, then begin to chant. “Slash Aids Slash! Theme Friday! I reject my destiny! Send me to Lolliland!”

Suddenly, the pentagram glows white-hot. You drop the book you were holding onto the ground. You gasp as you feel yourself being pulled into the ground. “What the fuuuck?!” are your last words as you feel yourself transported to another dimension.

***

The next thing you know, you find yourself standing in a bright pink field. The air is incredibly sweet, almost with the taste of… strawberries?

An entire dimension full of little girls, perfect for a lecherous, gross loser. I mean, unless you accidentally say the invocation wrong, and get sent to candyland instead.

THE MASKED LOLIBABA

https://prompts.aidg.club/3239

CIA Man turns to the third prisoner. Shuts the cargo door.

“Wiseguy, huh? At least you can talk. Who are you?”

She lefts out a soft “fufufu” laugh. “We are nothing. We are the dirt beneath your feet. And no one cared who I was until I put on the mask…”

CIA Man, wary, approaches the third prisoner - pulls off her hood, revealing a dark mask with a breathing apparatus. The childish eyes behind it have bratty fire behind them. Still. This is Baba. Her body looks quite young, but her thighs are those of a woman, and her breasts are full and perky. She wears a red vampire cape.

“Who we are does not matter. What matters is our plan, pig!” She says triumphantly, giving a smug smirk to the CIA Man.

The CIA Man then looks at her mask, fascinated. “If I pull this off, will you die?”

“It would be extremely painful.”

“You’re a little girl.”

“For you~” She coos.

Okay, here’s ACTUALLY one REAL theme friday submission, despite the fact that I think the poll was very obviously rigged (https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/903847953960165417/951640719163015238/unknown.png, rightmost was this week’s poll) and the fact that this theme essentially offers zero challenge in writing. The masked lolibaba fucks everyone on the plane to death, yep!

I give no guarantees of quality lmao

Smedrins the Big, Gay, Vore Dragon

https://prompts.aidg.club/3241

A pregnant silence hung over the moment, as the young schoolgirl was quite certain the teacher was exalting in the moment.

Smedrins leveled his scaly snout with Susie’s ear, and whispered “Y’know, I could give this old batty bag o’ bones the ‘Smedrins Special’, and we could get out of class and go have some real fun!”

Susie tried to ignore the lisping suggestion from the winged reptilian, not wanting to be responsible for another horrifying, inexplicable disappearance in her community. She didn’t want to attend another candlelight vigil, praying for the return of someone Susie knew damn well wasn’t ever coming back.

“No, Smedrins, just shove off and go get railed by your boyfriend,” Susie whispered, under her breath.

Vore Smedrins

House of Cute & Funny

https://prompts.aidg.club/3242

“So, what is this supposed to be? A house of cute and funny?”

“Yes, yes! It’s like a haunted house, except the girls aren’t dressed as ghosts, but in cute outfits and they do funny dances instead of scaring you! It’s really funny! It’s the gap! The gap! You know, between the girls and the outfits and dances and everything!”

Tanegawa-sensei is caught up by a giggle fit. Really, what’s wrong with this girl? She’s always so bubbly and excited, it’s hard to believe that she’s a teacher. Before I can get a word in of my own, she continues.

Chise-chan and Kiko-chan are taking care of the first stage. You just have to see it! They’re doing such an amazing job. Really! It’s super funny! Come on, come on! You’re our first visitor too! So in you go!”

Visiting the culture festival at Tanegawa-sensei’s elementry school, you find that her class is hosting a “House of Cute & Funny.” With how weird her sense of humor is, you can’t help but wonder what kind of thing she came up this time.

Girl Scout Kisses

https://prompts.aidg.club/3243

You smile at the two girl scouts, “the bathroom’s just down that hallway.”

Julie nods quickly and runs off to take care of her bursting bladder. Once she’s gone, Sophie turns to you and breaks out into the most dazzling smile. She’s cute as hell with her long blonde hair and bright blue eyes; what’s worse is she knows it. “So Mister, now that we’re all alone, I have a proposition for you. If you buy all twenty of the boxes we have left I’ll give you a kiss…” she whispers, giving you a playful wink.

It’s almost impossible to resist this kind of behavior when combined with her youthful appearance and pretty features. You decide to make an effort anyway, “I-I don’t know why you think that would be something I want, you’re what, Ten? I’m a grown man, I don’t want to—”

Sophie puts a finger to your lips, cutting off your rambling. “I’m eleven actually and you can stop lying… I saw you looking at my butt when we first knocked on your door. Whatta you say Mister? Wanna taste?”

When two girl scouts approach you to sell their cookies, you find the younger of the two is interested in more than just your money…

Side Effects Include: Incest

https://prompts.aidg.club/3244

She glances up at me, and when her eyes meet mine she smiles shyly. “Uncle Steve?” she asks quietly.

“Yes Maddie?”

“Why are you rubbing my chest like that?”

“You were feeling sick and Uncle Steve was rubbing your chest to make you feel better.”

“Yeah, but… this isn’t how Mom does it,” she says, blushing furiously.

“S-Sorry, I’ll stop.”

“No, don’t stop,” she whispers, reaching up and placing her small hand on my mine, “it feels nice.”

Sometimes Vaporub leads to sex with your niece.

They Call Me ‘Handsome’

https://prompts.aidg.club/3246

“W-what is this? I was just, I’m… simply, uh, mistaken–”

But the repulsed man condescendingly replied “Did you come here to meet someone, Kinsley? Are you here to meet your ‘bare-chested, long-shlonged, boyish, booty-blaster’? I have page after page of transcripts here, showing what kind of relationship you had with a supposed 17 year old. Need I remind you, of the age of consent laws in this state? I’ll have you know, you were actually sexting with me, Chris Hansen this entire time.”

Kinsley felt shocked beyond belief, as she tried to stay stoic, despite the overwhelming feeling that her life was crashing down in flames around her. “T-this, I don’t understand, Wha-“

But before she could even stammer a defense, Hansen was gesturing at a stool, insistently asking “Ma’am, could you take a seat? I’d like to get your side of the story, if possible. Just take a seat, right here.”

Kinsley Napleton is eager to consummate an illicit affair with an underage, male lover. But will this Ara-araing milf be able to /ss/ without suffering shame and society’s persecution?

The Moonlight Princess

https://prompts.aidg.club/3247

“Trespasser,” the voice was angelic, yet marred by an unmistakable melancholy, “why have you slain my protectors? Defiled this most holiest of places with your unwelcome presence?” Lunanelle, Chief Goddess of the Moon, was all but a child in her appearance.

“I beg your forgiveness,” I bowed slightly. “It was not my intention to trespass, for I am merely here to seek an audience.”

You are a mortal,” It was a curt response, void of affect or emotion, “but a curious one at that.”

A stranger in the presence of a Goddess, drawn to her by inexplicable forces. Was this a delicate rose to be protected? Or greedily plucked. A very open ended prompt about meeting a loli Moon Goddess.

Elves, Alchemy and Ejaculate

https://prompts.aidg.club/3248

“Ooh! A human, a human!” The all too eager voice of a child chirped, followed by a frolicking young elf. She’d all the makings of a young druidess, her tiny figure bound in a loose ensemble of luscious leaves and spindly vines. Her skin was the color of milk chocolate, her hair the shade of chestnut honey.

She smiled at me, a wide, innocent smile that reminded me of a doe. “You’re here for the Luminescent Nightshade, aren’t you?” The question was rhetorical, accentuated with a knowing giggle. My captor turned her head to the forest as I futilely struggled in my dirt tomb. “Look what I found, Mama! Just what we were looking for!”

Mama? Yes, Mama. As if materializing from the impermeable darkness of the shadows, an all too voluptuous elf made her presence known. “What a good catch, darling.” This one was much more mature, in both gait and appearance. The resemblance between mother and daughter was uncanny: rich, chocolate complexions and golden eyes that hinted a predatory nature.

“Just as I told you, The Forest always provides,” she cooed, running her hands over the girl’s face.

A sultry tale on sultry night. Get kidnapped by a mother/daughter duo of Elf druidesses as they extract your magic man gravy.

Dragon Bussy. Drussy?

https://prompts.aidg.club/3249

“Your kind are so quick to violence! So quick to subjugation! Why would I disclose our holiest of places to you? A dragon-killer of all things?!”

We’d see about that. I took Dranpei by the throat, turning his cheeks the color of a ripened plum. The pride of dragons never ceased to amuse me. Dranpei could’ve been mistaken for budding maiden in his current, lissome form. An oversall lack of muscle tone and drastically softened features made him seem impossibly less malevolent.

The dungeon cell was quiet, save the faint gasp that Dranpei released.

“What’s this?” I remarked coyly, noting the pulsing bulge that stressed the limits of his raggedy trousers. “You’re…hard.”

With Dranpei - a feisty red dragon who prefers a humanoid form - cornered, how better to extract information than putting an extra bit of warmth in this fire-spitter’s belly?

Nights Upon the Dunes

https://prompts.aidg.club/3250

The faint *clinks* of golden coins and medallions rattling against each other caught my attention, then the satin draped form of scantly-clad flesh. It was a dancer, with all the lithe grace and beauty of their kind. He was dark, like most desert folk were, though the boy bore a sparkling tan that spoke to his frequent exposure to sunlight. It was not odd for young boys, unfit for service or trade…or perhaps already trained to the subtleties of subservience, to take on the guise of a exotic dancer in order to survive. They were both entertainer and courtesan, pleasure-slave and consort.

I was told to enter, by the company’s commander, sir.” He stated nervously enough. The consort’s complexion was a rich amber, soft eyes as dark as sweetest dates, or the starless sky above the dunes. “He said you might require my assistance?”

A battered veteran’s night is spiced up when a exotic dancer of the dunes offers their companionship. When facing the hardships of age, is it not unwise to find comfort in the company of a youth?

Loli-Land!

https://prompts.aidg.club/3251

The name of this place was obviously meant as a joke, ‘Loli-Land’, or so I’d initially thought—but a blind man could’ve seen how lewd the entire affair was. Little girls, none older that 15, could be seen skipping about in ensembles that befitted streetwalkers; frilly schoolgirl getups to tight, buttock-pinching G-strings and glittery nipple covers. How was any of this legal?

“I have a coupon,” I awkwardly forwarded a slip of paper, sliding it across the booth, “It says its for the ‘All-Day VIP’ pass?”

A giddy little tease, the booth girl scanned the coupon for its validity, and upon satisfaction shot another brace-faced grin. “Wow! You’re super lucky! You get to have all sorts of fun today!” She was positively frothing on her garish garments, “I’m jealous.”

Stumble upon the sick and depraved Loli-Land! Anything goes, you beautiful sicko you.

IT’s a Hard Knock Life

https://prompts.aidg.club/3253

The exhausted runner was about to turn around and flee, when she spied a brightly-colored figure flashing across the beam of her flashlight. Paralyzed with fear, she nervously called out “Hello? Kid? I’m here to help! A-are you drowning in here?”

Cindy became even more fearful, as she heard in response “Fuck me, you’re a total butter-face bimbo, aint’cha? Goddamn hooligans don’t give a rats ass about quality vs quantity.” The malevolent, mocking, and utterly inhuman voice terrified the unprepared woman beyond measure. It then continued “Anyway, you’ll float, look into the Dead Lights, et cetera et cetera, good food good meat, good god let’s eat!” were the last words Cindy heard, as a grease painted, red nosed face reared up from the sewer depths.

Pennywhistle the monster clown is on hard times, and is resorting to desperate measures to get his fix of fearful prey. The voracious, hulking harlequin plans to regain his strength, and the respect of the community that once feared him, by devouring an endless parade of seedy hos. But, can the evil entity afford his habit?

Lessons in Respect

https://prompts.aidg.club/3254

I grew up my whole life wanting to be a schoolteacher. To brighten young minds and see smiling faces was my passion, I thought. Getting this job as a kindergarten teacher was my dreams come true. But it’s turned into a nightmare.

Little hellions brutalize their teacher with abandon.

Amateur Night

https://prompts.aidg.club/3255

The sudden vulnerability he’s showing has me floored, and I’m trying to think of something to help him out. Eventually, my mind lands on the idea of giving him something to look forward to. Something he can strive towards, a positive to outweigh the negative. “Alright, Zack, how about this? You like me, right? And I like you. So, if we go to this amateur night, and you go and do a bit without panicking, then I’ll let you fuck me,” I offer.

Oh, that got his attention alright, and his face goes bright red. “F-Fuck…? Like… me, and you, in bed, doing… that? You… you serious?” he stammers out.

“Yeah, I’m serious. I figure that if your problem is that you keep visualizing the worst way things could go, maybe you need something positive to look forward to? And what better to do that with than both of us losing our virginities to each other? Sounds like a great time to me!” I tell him, placing my hand on his shoulder reassuringly.

His response takes a while to come out, but when it does, he simply nods his head and says, “I’ll give it a try.” With that, he heads over to the bedroom and begins thinking about his material. Looking through the door, I can see the intensity in his expression as he sits there at the desk, musing over a sheet of paper and scribbling his plan out. I think I’ve given him a good thing to shoot for.

My boyfriend always considered himself to be a funny guy, but when the prospect of performing an amateur comedy night at a local club rolls around, a big case of performance anxiety rears its ugly head. I want to convince him to give it a try, but he’ll definitely need some support to get through it. Maybe a dirty little promise will help…

Bad Birthday Boy

https://prompts.aidg.club/3256

Glenda dropped the snake on its head, hard, as it instantly began squirming around angrily. The roused reptile promptly began coiling its rippling, squeezing length around the struggling stripper, immediately pinning her in place. It all happened so fast, Glenda barely had time to squeak in alarm, before the snake was squeezing her so hard, she couldn’t breathe or cry out.

Several of the assembled young boys gasped and yelled in distress, Malcolm crying softly, as Paxton just raised an eyebrow in interest, fascinated that something cool was finally happening at his birthday. He quickly shushed the other lads, who seemed scared, but followed his cues. Just then, Judy popped her head into the playroom, suspiciously asking “What’s going on? We heard a racket is uh… ‘boy time’ nearly over?”

Malcolm inhaled to respond, before Paxton pulled him aside and yelled out “Nothing’s wrong mom! Screw off, we need more time!”

As a spoiled, pampered child reaches his vaunted thirteenth birthday, he’s eager to show off his family’s wealth to his lackeys and friends. Planning to hire a real, live stripper, dressed as his favorite video-game character, Ankha, Paxton Martinelli hope’s to host a party nobody will ever forget. But, will improper prop handling propel the pole-dancer into peril?

Café Cunny

https://prompts.aidg.club/3258

As you enter, you see the colorful interior of the establishment. But unlike a regular cafe, this one only has enclosed personal booths, like a karaoke bar, and no open seating area. And just like they said, all waitresses are cute little lolis!

“Welcome, mister!” one of the lolis trots up to you - a delicate little girl with long light brown hair tied into two fluffy ponytails, “I haven’t seen you here before. New customer?” she smiles at you.

“Yea.” you respond reluctantly.

“Don’t be shy! I’m Cara, would you like to have me? I can show you around!” the little girl grabs your hand and holds it in her small palms - her tiny fingers look so gentle and fragile.

“Okay…”

In Cafe Cunny all waitresses are cute little lolis! But it also has a super special secret!

Molly’s Money Troubles

https://prompts.aidg.club/3259

I can’t help but grin to myself knowing how hurt her pride must be. “If you’re just going to ask me for money, forget it,” I tell her.

“I don’t need your stupid money!” She shouts before lowering her volume again, “I have a way to make my own money without Mom or you. I just know you’re a nerd and I need your help with a dumb app on my phone.”

“An app?” I ask.

“Yeah, a friend from school was telling me about it. She said her big sister posts pictures on the app to make money. I wanted to do it too, but when I was signing up for it I put in my birthday and the app says I’m blocked now.”

My mind races as I realize what type of app she is talking about. I yank my sister into my room and close the door.

Your little sister Molly is a brat. She wanted desperately to be more like a teenager so she started demanding expensive makeup, trendy clothing, and even a cellphone. When your Mom has had enough she cut her off. Instead of trying the things normal 11yo would do to make money like opening a lemonade stand or mowing lawns, she tried to sell pictures of herself online. When the app banned her for age as she was signing up she comes to you for help.

Naïve cunny with doggo

https://prompts.aidg.club/3260

Hailey was getting tired of playing by herself. She was always playing by herself. She was the only child of two parents who didn’t really like each other. They were both too busy being invested in their own careers and hobbies to worry about her. Hailey is used to being alone, but it still makes her sad.

So when a big, brown and white dog runs up to her while she’s wading in the ocean, she is beside herself. She knows her mom doesn’t like animals and is scared of dogs. Kim wouldn’t want her daughter petting one. But with a quick check to look at her mom, who seems like she’s sleeping on her towel, Hailey reaches out slowly to pet the dog’s head. “Here, boy.”

Hailey, a naive child on the beach with her dog Buddy. Shaun makes her do hmmmm

I’M PEACE

https://prompts.aidg.club/3262

Your daughter comes down the stairs to answer the door. “It’s my girlfriend!”

There’s your daughter: Suzie; your everything.

You thought you weren’t gonna make it as a single dad, but Suzie is growing up to be a fine lady. She’s wearing a shirt that reads “I’M PEACE”, further proof of your good parenting.

She opens the door to greet the visitor. You look over to see who it is, and that’s when you first see her…

An alien girl. She looks a bit older and more developed than your Suzie, but still a teenager. She has turquoise skin, long teal hair, funny antennae, and she’s wearing a shirt that looks just like Suzie’s, but hers reads… “I COME IN PEACE”!

Uh-oh…

Watch as your daughter has unprotected futa sex with her alien girlfriend right in front of you.

Princess and the Daddy

https://prompts.aidg.club/3263

Once upon a time, there was a Little Princess who lived in a beautiful castle.

The Little Princess was the most beautiful girl of all the kingdom:

The Little Princess had the fairest skin, making even the snow turn green with envy.

The Little Princess had the fluffiest pink hair, making long-haired blondes pull their hair out in anguish.

The Little Princess had the puffiest and softest little body, making all men in the kingdom want to embrace her in their arms.

But there was only one man that could embrace the Little Princess:

Her big Daddy.

Written like a children’s book for the cute and funny Friday.

The YAMO Detective

https://prompts.aidg.club/3264

“Detective Anon!” Deborah chirps up from her desk in the lobby. A young and lithe specimen, just barely turned thirty-one. People around the office all wonder why you haven’t asked her out yet—it’s obvious she likes you, and any other guy would certainly jump at the chance if she had taken a liking to them. “I’m so glad I caught you! There’s a young girl waiting to talk to you in one of the waiting rooms, she wouldn’t talk to anyone else.”

“Oh really?” You furrow your brow—this couldn’t be anything good.

“Her name’s Layla. Twenty one years old, here all alone. Says her parents were too busy to be here with her. Poor thing looked like she was about to cry…”

You sigh deeply, taking off your coat and setting it on the coat rack before walking through the glass doors into the main area. “Thanks Deb, I’ll go talk with her.”

You are a detective in an alternate reality of extended childhood and adolescence, where people are not considered legal adults until the age of thirty. It is your job to catch “young adult molesters”—YAMOs for short. You’re good at your job, but today you will find yourself tempted by a young twenty one year-old girl who seeks your protection…

Pretty, Petulent, Prim, Princess

https://prompts.aidg.club/3265

“P-please, what is the meaning of this? This is most improper!” Madeline squeaked out, as Xithrax finished using her reptilian tongue to undress the tutor. The voracious dragoness extended her scaly claw, forcing the petite instructor down onto the manicured, grass-covered ground. Madeline hysterically begged for answers “W-what is the meaning of this? What is your dragon going to do? You’re a noblewoman yourself, you have more than enough power to stop this! Why are you allowing such a disgraceful act?!”

Xithrax’s bifurcated tongue flicked out again, as the dragoness spoke “Queen Vandavia, shall I partake? I am ever so hungry to chase that delicious tea with a fine snack.”

Vandavia nodded. “Yes please, I think Miss Halbrook here, would make for a fitting contribution to my royal guardian’s heft.”

Madeline Halbrook is an esteemed instructor in the feminine arts of etiquette, poise, hospitality, and diplomacy. But, when the beautiful tutor is charged with turning the future heir of the Rastmarl throne into a proper lady, Madeline may find difficulty in reaching her young, haughty, royal student. Tea time takes on a turbulent new tone, as Madeline is forced to accommodate a particularly unladylike guest of the Rastmarl princess.

The Fire Sorceress

https://prompts.aidg.club/3270

“Who’s there? Come around to the other side so I can see you,” she yelped, kicking her legs a bit more now to indicate distress, her backside facing you. “I’ve been stuck in here for a while!” The sorceress’ face was flushed, and her long, black hair extending down like her arms. Her eyes were wide open and darting around, taking in every detail of the room that she could see. Watching her rump waggle made me pause for a moment as she tried to move her body in vain. As she kicked, glimpses of her underwear flashed when her robe shifted around a little too much. Trying to clear my mind of what I was seeing, I quickly paced over to the other side of the wooden device to face the girl, instead of her posterior.

“My name is Alexander,” I introduced myself, looking at the sorceress, who stared back at me with wide, teary eyes. “What’s your name?”

She quickly blurted out, “Solaria, fire sorcerer.” She added a prideful tone as she announced her title, but it was deflated by the fact that she was trapped inside a pillory. “Now c’mon, free me already! T-This sucks, you know?”

Your tense crawl through a dungeon filled with monsters is halted by the last thing you were expecting to find, a sorcerer dangling uselessly in a wooden device. Okay, it’s a pillory. I just wanted to be nice. There’s quite the dilemma to have here. Will you free her and work with her to escape the dungeon safely? Or will you take advantage of her misfortune?

The Big Cummy

https://prompts.aidg.club/3271

“Mommy…”

“What is it, honey?” she asked, knowing what it would be as she unavoidably watched her daughter’s throbbing member swell in the rearview mirror. Violet’s pulsing cockhead was inches behind Joy, nearly jutting above the headrest.

“Cummy,” said Violet, in her sharp, decisive voice. Here? Now? Joy had tried to ‘take care’ of her daughter before they left, making sure she let out at least three distinct loads, gallons upon gallons of the white slurry pumped into the special drain she had installed in their home. She had naively hoped that might have been enough to temporarily sate little Vi’s libido for at least long enough to reach her doctor’s office for this appointment. Even still, she should have known better than to take her out without a double layer of the oversized condoms she used for protection in public. But they were expensive and Violet had gone through the box after her last outing. Joy had planned to buy more on their way back from the doctor’s office.

But here she was, with her daughter’s immense cock, sticking straight up, clearly visible in the mirror. The thought of what anyone who glanced at their car might see was mortifying.

Little girl, big dick, bigger cooms. Mom is trying her best.

Scary Campfire Stories

https://prompts.aidg.club/3272

“You call yourself a teacher of survival, but you are leading your students astray. This is a crime among my people, and these were once our lands.”

The scoutmaster immediately barked out in fear “W-who’s there? People know where we are! Someone, help!”

But a sudden rustle in the darkness forced Chrissy into action. The spry woman leveled a can of bearspray in the direction of the voice, and blasted out a cloud of noxious capsaicin. An overwhelming smell of rotting meat filled the air, as a powerful, furred paw swatted the athletic woman to the ground with ease. A coughing, feminine voice spoke out above Chrissy “Ah, my meal spices itself, how exquisite.”

Chrissy awkwardly groped for her lantern flashlight, turning it on as it illuminated a ghastly abomination, hulking above her.

A group of anthropomorphic Forest Scouts are learning about roughing it in the forest the hard way. Chrissy and Megan, their inadequately trained scoutmasters, may not be able to control the situation, as scary storytelling gets out of hand.

The Horny Brat I Met at the Grocery Store

https://prompts.aidg.club/3273

“Candy!” she demands, holding out her open palm; I’m helpless to resist her cute smile and suggestive eyes. With shaking hands I pull a candy bar from my pocket, handing it over without hesitation. She laughs, taking it, her eyes never leaving mine.

“I know what kind of thoughts you’re having mister,” she says softly. “But I promise I won’t tell anybody. You don’t have to worry about anything happening to your secret, okay? We can both benefit from this, so just trust me a lil’ bit, I’m not gonna to say a word to anyone else.”

I try to respond, but can’t find the words, so instead I simply nod dumbly. She grabs my wrist, pulling me down the sidewalk. “W-Where are we going?” I stammer, following after her as best I can.

“Somewhere private,” she replies coyly, leading me down the road.

After meeting a horny brat at the grocery store, things quickly spiral out of control when she proposes a unique arrangement.

A Red Panda Problem

https://prompts.aidg.club/3275

“Oh, hey you’re awake.” I said in a soft voice. She then jumped out of my bed and started frantically looking around, trying to figure out where she is.

“Where am I?” Mei asks with fear in her voice. “Did you kidnap me?!”

“W-Woah wait don’t get too worked up or you’ll—” I was interrupted by a giant poof of pink smoke that slowly dissipated, revealing Mei, now transformed into a giant ten foot tall red panda. It took me a while (and a lot of broken furniture), but I finally managed to get Mei to calm down and get her to change back into a human so I could explain things to her.

“So I came out your computer?” Mei asked.

“Long story short, yes.” I replied. “And no, I didn’t kidnap you. at least I didn’t do it on purpose.”

Mei nodded in acknowledgement before turning to face away from me, resting against the headboard of the bed. Mei sighed heavily as she stared at the ceiling, taking all of the information in. After a few minutes had passed, she looked back at me.

“So… what now?” Mei asked me.

Have you ever wanted to spend time with Mei from Turning Red? well I sure have! So if there’s anyone like me out there then I hope you have a swell time with Mei.

When You Wish Upon a Star

https://prompts.aidg.club/3277

The redheaded starlet’s panic rose to new levels, as she realized the huge, aggressive canine was now actively humping at her rear, her dress rucked up over her hips, as she felt Sam’s long canine claws scratching at her back. The husky’s paws dug into the flesh of Christina’s creamy back, as she felt the wet prick of his swelling dog penis poking inquisitively against her pubic mound. Christina was mortified, her legs beginning to shake, and her breathing growing heavy as the enormous canine pressed closer. Christina found herself firmly pressed down on her stomach and huge breasts, as Sam shifted his weight further onto her back. She could feel the hard tip of the husky’s thick penis prodding at her nether regions, as Christina moaned out for help.

Christina Hendricks tried to shift out from under the amorous canine, but was helplessly kept in place by the huge dog’s front paws, and the force of his weight pressing against her raised-up bottom. Lisette watched, amused, as Christina writhed underneath the husky, trying to push herself out from beneath the canine, but failing miserably. “It’s okay Joana, just relax. Sam has been preparing himself for this moment for a long time. My Vengeance will be complete.” As Lisette spoke, the husky’s knotty cock throbbed heavily, and Sam’s body suddenly tensed, as he drove home his thick, muscular length.

When an ailing young girl named Lisette lies stricken with cancer, her desperate parents are left grieving and unprepared. The bereaved parents are eager to grant whatever happiness they can into their debilitated youth’s life, and by reaching out to charities, miracles can happen. When the Make-A-Wish foundation takes notice of Lisette’s desperate state, the young woman’s fondest dreams may finally be made reality. Will Christina Hendricks, famed redheaded television starlet, be able to bring a smile to a sickly child’s face?

Welcome to the VDV

https://prompts.aidg.club/3283

The novelty of the inexplicable event immediately ceased, as the predatory creature opened its toothy, red-gummed maw wide. Instinct and two weeks of military training kicked in, as Yevgeny popped the creature in its stubby muzzle, right on the snout. He tried to shout “Cyka bylat!” But only emitted a burst of bubbles, as the huge, muscular shark woman recoiled in shock from the blow.

The shark woman’s black eyes narrowed in anger, as she used her clawed hands to assertively pin his arms down to his sides. The undersea predator opened her maw wide again, preparing for a massive chomp, as Yevgeny just angrily stared back. He flinched as she lunged, but she pulled back at the last moment, an unreadable expression flashing across her, seemingly emotionless, shark face. The creature hesitantly gnashed at him several more times, but seemed somehow reluctant to commit. Yevgeny was quite terrified, and rapidly drowning, but he thought he must of been hallucinating when the shark woman effortlessly spoke to him underwater, her gravelly, husky voice saying “That was a pretty good jab… for a scrawny Nerd.”

When the Russian special force unit, VDV, incurs massive losses invading Ukraine, Putin issues emergency drafts to refill the paratrooper rosters. When the young Yevgeny is drafted to lead a suicidal child soldier battalion during the naval invasion of Odessa, fate intervenes dramatically. Will the stalwart, sensitive young man be able to lose his virginity, before he loses his life to the cruel Black Seas?

Indigo Children

https://prompts.aidg.club/3284

Helen groggily rose to her feet, as she realized the platform she was standing on, was unsteady. Worse, she was completely naked, exposed to the stinking, putrid elements, as she gazed around at her surroundings. The woman had been dumped right into the middle of a swampy bog, her feet standing on a massive lily-pad. As soon as Helen discerned the nature of her surrounding biome, the terrified woman’s nerves somehow ratcheted up to another level of alarm. The roaring croak that issued out from behind her, however, made Helen collapse into a shrieking mass of horror. It’s bulging, green heft shook the lilypad as it clambered on, as a bulbous toad began confidently approaching the hysteric Helen.

The mind is a terrible thing to taste.

The Friday of Warfare

Let’s make prompts about combat, struggle, victory and defeat in the face of worthy opponents.

4th March, 2022

The War of Rigging, 2022

https://prompts.aidg.club/3182

The day was the 25th of February, 2022. Each anon in the thread eagerly waited to find out which theme had won the biweekly vote. However, things were not to be so easy. The Pollster, rentfree himself arrived in the thread with strange tiding. It appeared that an “anomaly” had occurred in the voting! From what The Pollster was willing to divulge, it seemed as if a theme idea had won by a large margin of victory, something that simply did not match the population of Threadsville.

A depiction of the battle that was fought, and how one man decided the fate of the one time Cute and Funny Friday could have won.

The Grunch Who Did* Change Cunnymas*

https://prompts.aidg.club/3181

A kind benefactor, an unknown cunny detractor, had meddled and muddled, the befuddled growing ruddy as riddled, as their best attempts to kid diddle, were reduced to a piddle of pining for prompts with premature princesses and lads.

Now that the Grunch’s grim hunch, that it’s personal grudge against the whole bunch, could be clutched with no fuss, it cackled and huffed. The Grunch’s eternal war against youth and innocence, playful, carefree, young-bodied sinfulness, had caused the crumple of Cunnymas due to its influence, it gloated. How could the cheer of youth endure, under the perjure of war, the crucible were all childishness perished?

Don’t let the Grunch crunch your Munch.

Separation Anxiety

https://prompts.aidg.club/3183

“Ms. Miller? Are you alright in there? we heard a commotion–” but Amara’s worried voice was cut off by a much more desperate, muffled shriek, as Amara reasoned something terrible was happening to the woman inside.

Amara panicked for a moment, before working her kitchen knife along the edge of the door where the lock connected, to see if she could manually work the bolt back. Further sounds of struggle and distress made her flinch, but Amara found success and managed to wiggle the door’s latching bolt loose, Amara clutching the knife tight as she prepared to swing it open. Several other scared women crowded around behind, backing her up. The female group gasped in unison, the women struggling to make out the strange, obscene spectacle before them. Tanya Miller was sprawled out naked on the floor, wiggling helplessly, seemingly constrained and struggling against… something. It took a moment for Amara to understand what she was seeing, as she realized there was a large, translucent lizard creature rapidly making progress devouring the helpless cat woman, whole and alive.

A young fox woman’s life is torn apart by the consequences of a grueling generational war. Strange creatures and devastated ruins are all that remains of her people’s hated enemies, the Elvanians, but even supposed victory carries terrible consequences.

A Cold Reception

https://prompts.aidg.club/3184

“Isn’t this Francine’s house? Doesn’t she hate scalies?”

“Yeah, it’s probably a trap,” said a large, busty alligator named Kelly. She stretched her muscular limbs, causing her breasts to wobble and sway underneath her skimpy bikini top, before tilting her head and eyeing Daphne critically. “Why, you scared?”

Before the gecko could respond, a wide, yellow-furred bear exited from the back door with a predatory smile on her face. “Well, aren’t ya’ll a cute bunch? And what a lovely day out, too.”

The reptiles stared at her with suspicion as the bear kept her paws behind her back and her chest jutted out aggressively. The large, flat muscles bulged underneath her thin, flannel shirt as she sniffed and smacked her lips.

“Hey Francine. Decide to hold a barbecue for your reptilian betters or something?” Kelly flashed a smirk from her toothy maw.

Francine scowled deeply, her ursine visage twisting in disdain. “Enough of your cold-blooded bullcrap. Ya think you can just whine about ‘insulation’ or whatever, while you strut around in your little outfits?” Her tone grew increasingly condescending as she added, “Ya got no idea how hot fur keeps you. I think ya’ll need to be taught some humility.” She took her paws from behind her back and brandished a large water gun. “Get ‘em, girls!” She sprayed ice-cold water everywhere in one spritz as the reptiles shrieked.

A neighborhood water fight with anthros.

In Service to Kingdom

https://prompts.aidg.club/3186

Karl interrupted her train of thought <Really Luna? Are we resorting to that already? Isn’t it a bit unsavory to eat Elves? I heard they bring bad luck, and I imagine there’s just a few bone-skinny waifs left in those hovels.>

<It’s either that or die, Karl. My body has not been fed properly since the war began. I can’t sustain myself without food. My wound’s aren’t healing quickly enough, I need fresh meat.>

Karl grimaced at her soundless words in his head, as he mentally responded <I hate when you refer to them as ‘fresh meat’, these are subjects of the Kingdom, and they are providing a noble service to the realm, just as their menfolk are on the frontline.>

Luna answered with a soft mental sigh. <They may be subjects of our kingdom, I cannot deny my needs, especially since we are the last few surviving dragon cavalry. We must honor these elven women’s sacrifices, but all the same I need to fill my belly, my wounds don’t heal on their own.>

Karl sighed deeply before responding, <Fine then, but make these women count, I’m sure they’d much rather be servicing the kingdom in other ways.>

The Calrodian kingdom was forged in war, and caught in the grips of a desperate invasion, it may soon fall to the same force. Even the kingdom’s famed and feared dragon riders were unable to stop the gunpowder weapons of the invading Amurian tribes, as the numbers of King Calrod the Fourth’s elite reptilian fighting force were devastated by repeated defeats. A lone rider named Karl, and his dragon, Lunarathrax, fight a desperate battle to harry the invading forces, as the burdens of surviving the difficult campaign become both logistical and moral.

A Victorious Roman

https://prompts.aidg.club/3188

“Ah, you must be Aelius Marius. The Emperor has told me you would be coming, and he told me that you are a great, honorable man that has served him so well. Please, relax with me,” she says before motioning me to the nearby couch, an invitation I gladly accept. We are brought a bit of food to snack on, and some idle conversation begins.

To begin with, I figure I should at least learn her name. “It is an honor to meet you, though I must admit that I have not yet had the pleasure of knowing your name, and it would be quite a shame to not know the name of such a beautiful lady,” I tell her with a soft smile.

The answer that comes back shocks me. “Oh, of course. I am Julius Avilius,” she replies. But, wait… that name is masculine. A sudden confusion strikes me, emotions running wild inside me.

In the end, I have to know. I have to confirm this. “Pardon me for asking, but… did you just say your name was… Julius?” I ask, feeling my voice getting shakier.

In Rome, there lives a slave of the Emperor famed for sexual prowess and beauty, though hardly anyone knows the slave is actually a man. After a successful campaign in Germania, one virtuous commander is rewarded with a night together with that very slave.

Hitler’s Wunderwaffe: Werewolf Warriors

https://prompts.aidg.club/3191

The American invasion camp had settled into a defensible copse of dense woods and shrubs on a hill in Basse-Normandie. Staring out of the bocage foliage, the young U.S. sentry squinted as he saw a pack of animals sprinting over a nearby hill. The volunteer didn’t know what the M.O. was on local wildlife, as he wondered what to do. He got nervous as they continued bounding forward. They looked like big wolves, and were bearing down fast, so he shot a warning shot, hoping nobody would be pissed if he raised a ruckus. The shaggy beasts continued approaching, as the sentry fired his Garand true, but barely caused the beast to flinch, though he was sure he’d plugged it. Several other nearby soldiers began firing alongside, roused to action as the huge, hulking wolves finished closing the distance.

As the Allies invade Normandy, the Nazi war effort becomes increasingly desperate. Hitler’s visions of an army of ‘werewolf’ partizans inspires unethical Nazi occult researchers to invent a war-winning weapon. However, prime test subjects are required. For a potent, universally applicable combat-serum, steadfast pacifists seem to make for prime test subjects. As pious, young, Jehovah’s Witnesses are herded into the French countryside, cruel science asks the question: Can one man’s will to remain moral, overcome this ghastly world’s imposed, bestial urges?

The Stakes of Slighting Snakes

https://prompts.aidg.club/3192

“This isn’t being helpful! You’re not being helpful! Just shut the fuck up, we’ve got to be very proactive now. One or uh… several of our neighbors are behind the unrest, and simultaneously invading. But, we’ve still got out an ace in the hole: the hostage wards from our earlier victories. They invade us? I’ll show their pretty little princesses I mean business.”

Her grizzled accountant, a former mercenary paymaster up-jumped into royal station, wisely agreed “Yes, with our neighbor’s noble-blooded maidens imprisoned, we can compel incredible ransom and deference, perhaps even prevent fullscale–” but Serephina halted him too. “Oh no, we’re beyond that now, the war is ON. I’m going to do exactly what I said I’d do, and give those haughty bitches, who’ve been lazing around, eating my food, a thorough personal tour of my digestion system!” Her war council collectively cringed, as Serephina’s hissing voice rose to hysteric highs. Many of them had been campaigning with the head-strong, ophidian harridan long enough to know when she was on an emotional tear.

A string of successful wars has netted the scaly, ophidian, barbarous Serephina a newly-forged kingdom to lord over, with all the benefits that entails. But when domestic and international forces unite to overthrow her greedy, incompetent, hedonistic rule, Serephina resorts to the most drastic measures left to her: She lets her emotions take the throttle, and stuffs her tapering, serpentine body to bloating.

Under the Sea

https://prompts.aidg.club/3193

Suddenly, the sensation intensified, radiating out from the Underfolk’s procession in radiating waves. Even their deprived sharks shuddered and struggled from the waves of electricity scorching all through the ocean zone, as Angela struggled even to stay conscious under the shocking assault. As the great sharks seized and contorted, their obscuring burden fell away, as an unfathomably horrifying sight greeted the paralyzed mermaids. A massive eel, of terrifyingly disproportionate physiology, was calmly swimming towards their position, its huge body effortlessly radiating an unbearable field of electric torment. As the huge, ominous eel approached, its massive jaws moved apart, unhinging bizarrely. Angela realized its maw was extending many yards in each direction, forming a huge, cavernous chamber. The gulper eel opened its huge maw wide, and sucked a whirlpool of water through its obscenely spacious mouth, powerful jets of expelled water exiting its flapping gills. Angela was still too paralyzed to resist, as her body was pulled by the artificial current towards the creature’s waiting mouth. Her equally immobilized battle sisters were caught in the current too, joining her ignoble trajectory towards its gaping jaws.

Life underwater in the ocean is tranquil and idyllic for the mermaids of the Sargasso Confederation. But, when an ancient foe rises up from the depths, is a lifetime spent in paradise enough to prepare these water bound, half fish women.

War will be worth it

https://prompts.aidg.club/3195

Like every day before, I am struck in awe at the beauty of my quarry: Kouros, a prince of Enantios. Ever since I first saw him, I have believed he was delivered in this world by the gods of love and allure themselves, for he displays such youthful, barely pubescent desire that no mortal could ever hope to match. My heart is about to burst from my yearning to touch him, to hold him, to make love to him as I watch him prance nude in the courtyard as he always does. Seeing him like this reminds me of my own youth, when I was still tutored by my elders in ways of war, philosophy and even love.

As much as I would’ve desired, eventually I too must renew drawing breath. With a long exhalation the smoke exits my lungs, and with it my senses return to the hilltop, surrounded by my companions. As I let my breath even out, I turn to regard the messenger with my full attention. “Polemos has arrived?” I confirm. “Good, let us return to camp and not keep him waiting any longer, this siege needs to be broken as soon as possible.”

What if the Trojan War was instead fought over the love of a beautiful shota in a world of magic?

Futanari on the Front Lines

https://prompts.aidg.club/3196

We’ve seen all sorts of upheaval from this war, from the very literal churning of the fields blasted by constant artillery, to the upturning of old social orders among nations across the world. There was a vast gulf from the enthusiastic pro-war crowds of 1914 to the weary people who have gone through four long, brutal years and seen people die by the millions. Out of the ashes of the blasted rubble, and the opportunities borne of the crucible of war, new orders will arise to fill the void.

One such newly embraced class were the futanari— dickgirl hermaphrodites. I’m Indy Neidell, welcome to a Great War Special Episode on futa in the First World War!

A special episode of the Youtube series covering the First World War in real time, discussing the special circumstances of hermaphrodites in a world at war.

Take a Nip out of Nippon, and Buy a War Bond

https://prompts.aidg.club/3202

“Well, we’ve got ourselves a lot of singers out here tonight, folks, so I’m going to need your help to keep things moving briskly! You may see the young men from the USO with those trays full of baseballs, were you’d normally see peanuts and hotdogs. Well, raise your hand, toss ‘em the price of a meal, and take aim, because each of these young ladies will be singing above a dunk tank! Don’t like their tone? Just toss the grating geisha a fastball, and old Inky here will handle the rest!” Chuck finished with heaping enthusiasm, again gesturing at the huge, ominously agitated octopus in the water tank. Already, the baseball vendors were being flagged down, struggling to meet demand before the first girl had even gone on stage. “Well, without further ado-doo, let’s start the show! Amika, step on up, and start things off!” Howrie exclaimed, gesturing towards a Japanese woman at random, not knowing their names.

The U.S. war effort needs Your help, ladies and gentlemen! Come help us Take a Nip out of Nippon, and Buy a War Bond! Chuck Howrie, bombastic and esteemed radio announcer, has been charged with orchestrating a USO show beyond compare, to elicit War Bond donations from patriotic ivy-league college kids, and their patron families. With the help of Inky and Howrie, can America get in on the ground floor of the yet-undeveloped Karaoke market with a high-stakes sushi feast?

Stay Calm and Avoid Conflict

https://prompts.aidg.club/3203

“Your job is to be my dinner. And, to give me a nice, long, satisfying meal. I expect you to compliantly step into my mouth, and squat down my throat so I can nestle you down into my belly. Now, I’ll be honest, it’s going to be a slow, painful, humiliating process for you to endure. A girl your size usually isn’t easy to swallow, not without a lot of struggle. But, I’ve had many large meals before. It shouldn’t be too difficult to fit you down my throat, as long as you don’t struggle too much. So, now, let’s get started. Get those ridiculous clothes off.”

Tanya blushed, her cheeks burning red as she tried to process what Hogo was telling her. Then, suddenly, as the girl realized what he was asking, She began to panic, knowing that she didn’t have a choice. How could she say no to this dangerous, powerful alien? “Sir… A-are you really asking me to crawl naked into your mouth?” she stuttered, her voice quavering. “You want to eat me alive?!”

It sucks to be sold into sexual slavery, but it can get even worse when aliens come to visit. Poor Tanya is tasked with keeping a grumpy, irritable diva of a lizardman contented at a high-stakes, diplomatic soiree. Will Tanya’s voluptuous body be able to soothe the diplomatic lizardman envoy, Hogo’s, nerves, and allow for intergalactic peace to prosper?

The Friday of Ridiculous Government Mandates

Let’s make prompts honouring the government, and their serving of the people through reasonable legislation.

18th February, 2022

Penis Inspection Day

https://prompts.aidg.club/3074

I had made sure I was the last to go today, so that there would be no interruptions for us. I’d even gone as far as take two pills of my father’s viagra so nothing could stop her from discovering my youthful virility. Now, with a throbbing hard on in my pants, all I could do was wait, my only company the raunchy penis inspection day fantasies my classmates and I had shared in the line.

I heard the door open behind me, and I turned my head to look. I had expected the nurse, but in her stead I was shocked to see our coach! Dread washed over me—was coach going to carry out the penis inspection? “Hi there, sport!” he greeted. “I see they saved the best for last, huh?” he continued with a wink.

You’re all horned up and ready for penis inspection day, barely containing your excitement at getting molested by your hot school nurse, when suddenly you discover your inspection will be carried out by your coach instead!

Trickle Down

https://prompts.aidg.club/3075

This measure was not without controversy at home: It was decried by Reagan’s conservative voter base as undue economic intervention alongside degeneration of the moral fiber of the United States as well as taking flak from multiple corners for hypocrisy considering the ongoing War on Drugs waged under Reagan’s presidency. However, Reagan persevered in championing the measures, touting the tangible economic benefits of this “futa initiative” (which would become popularly known as ‘futanomics’), and in the process managed to convince congress and even his own political opposition.

In the ’80s, everyone wants one thing on their lips: hot sticky girlcock. And the governments of the world are going to give it to them.

The State Expands

https://prompts.aidg.club/3077

After a short moment of silence, he addresses us. “The State provides! Comrades, you are very lucky indeed! Your village has been quite forthcoming in making sure the transition to integration goes smoothly, and as such, you are going to be privy to a very rare honor indeed! My name is Comrade Fedorov, and I am a member of the 3rd Support Battalion, the First Comrade’s chosen ones. And I am here to tell you that you will be the founding members of the 1st Volunteer Support Battalion, a group that will eventually stand just as tall as the 3rd! Of course, we will have to build it up first, so you will at first be subordinated to the 3rd, but suffice it to say that you will soon be just as glorious!” he explains, conviction and intensity clear in his voice.

There is a murmur between the ten of us. This does seem like a promising offer—after all, Vesnistan is gone, and getting on the State’s good side as a collaborator would be a smart move. Still, this is all a bit quick. However, Fedorov doesn’t give us a lot of opportunity to think about our doubts. “Now, I will make it clear that you will be the first to have a new mandate placed upon you. All of you will from now on live your lives in accordance with the First Comrade’s teachings! And in order to make that clear, you will now take part in the 3rd’s initiation. As page 33 of the First Comrade’s teachings says: ‘The first part of being a good comrade is knowing of the greatest love.’ And the greatest love… is that between men of the State!” he says, and at first, we don’t really get it.

When the war came to our village, all that it amounted to was a few tanks rolling in, one overeager guy getting shot, and the rest being informed as to how things would work from now on. But then, about two weeks later, a new group of soldiers rolled in, bringing with them some… strange new ideas.

A Matter of Freedom

https://prompts.aidg.club/3078

“Boss, we good?” asked one of the girls, a short rat. Standing under a torch’s weak light, her eyes sparkled like small shards of sun reflecting off a frozen river. “Let’s go?” she prompted.

“What do we know about this one?” The gray fox approaching her asked quietly.

An older doe glanced over. “Two stories, one ‘housepet’ as far as we know.” she replied, licking the air before she spat on the cobblestones. “Probably has her chained in the bedroom, as these sick fucks do.”

“Easy. In and out. Bash the pinkie, grab the girl and go. What we waiting for?” the rat snapped impatiently.

“Patience, Maree. They may not be onto us yet, but I’m not losing any of you to overconfidence.” Jainie gave a quick scritch under Maree’s ear. “Remember what happened last time we got sloppy.”

The rat grudgingly fell silent, and Jainie turned to the fourth and final girl, a large brown bear. “Prisha, cover our retreat again, please. If anyone’s looking for us, let’s make sure they’re disappointed.”

risha nodded, her ears perked up. “You got it!”

The gray fox looked to the doe. “Reith, how’s our time looking?”

“We’re good to go,” she replied confidently. “We’ve been here for less than an hour since our last extraction.”

The rebel leader then led them up to and around the nearest side of the large house. There was a candle burning inside, and they could hear faint moans from within. They kept quiet and circled around the corner of the building until they reached a window. Jainie stopped and gestured at the window with her chin. “Maree, you’re up.”*

Anthro girls oppose a government mandate.

Rape Legalization!!!

https://prompts.aidg.club/3079

“Good…. Morning~” the pretty newscaster said. My eyebrow rose. She sounded different.

“Effective starting today, rape with an aim of procreation has been enacted as a provisional law. Rape is only allowed on women who are capable of bearing children. Please bear that in mind. Girls who haven’t had their periods yet, women who already reached menopause, and women who are still pregnant are all exempted from getting raped. They are to be issued with verification, while the rest of us are fair game~!”

I gasp, softly, as the newscaster suddenly was sexually assaulted by her co-star.

Basically the start of the “Rape Gouhouka” hentai

Nayit City’s Mandates

https://prompts.aidg.club/3080

Today would not be any different, Jimmy thought as he got up, slipped into a nightgown and made his way to the front door of his apartment.

Another urgent ringing of his doorbell later Jimmy opened the door. Before Jimmy stood one of his next door neighbours, a sweating female neko that he had not met yet.

Jimmy opened the door and cleared his throat, asking “Uh, yes? Can I help you?”

“Hello, I’d like to invoke the mandate of /heat/,” the female neko said.

It took a moment for Jimmy to realize his reaction was expected. “I’m sorry,” he said, “The what? I don’t know what that is.”

Having recently moved to a new city, ${Jamestown} finds it hard to accustom to the unfamiliar habits, rites and needs of other species in Nayit City.

Madated Socialization

https://prompts.aidg.club/3084

Quickly getting dressed and hurriedly hiding your prohibited knife and stach of alcohol the pounding on your door begins again; “I will call the police to do a wellness check if you don’t answer the door! We both know you don’t want that!”

The voice that once seemed helpful and kind now only shrilly reminds you of the overreaching grasp of the government even if the woman does seem to genuinely care. You know what Jamie means; the alcohol, the weapons. Things both of you pretend to not know about for your sake alone. But even so you have grown to hate the sound of the her small hand pounding impatiently at the door in the early hours. It’s much too early in the morning for someone to be knocking and demanding entry into your unkempt apartment. Trying to keep the thoughts of misery from your troubled mind you shout out a hurried response, “I’m coming! Hold on!” You need to fake a cheerful, or at least demure attitude in order to avoid alerting Jamie to your grim thoughts and being hospitalized.

In a very distant year in the future, those identified as having “dangerous thoughts” are required to have a state social worker visit them several times a week by government mandate. You find yourself awoken one morning to the knock of one of those required visits and your resentment only increases.

Enforced Breeding

https://prompts.aidg.club/3086

Scientists had discovered an entire island that had appeared a few months ago containing several extremely advanced species, looking like the animals on your world, only given hundreds of thousands of years to mutate and grow into advanced, sentient beings that could think and talk. It only took a few months for them to learn the English language, and not long after that the internet suddenly clammed up, with nothing interesting happening.

But all of that happened months ago. Suddenly the US government had revealed that they had imported a few species of monster girls, and with the help of scientists had hammered out a few rules. Among them came a few new mandates. Like the one that had you in this office just now: At least once a month all able-bodied males were to report to the nearest government-approved sperm bank or hospital to breed these girls and grow their population. It even came with a clause stating that should you choose, you can then adopt the monster girl you bred, with official documentation and a certificate and everything. Relationship status did not matter, all you could think about were those with wives who were probably rallying to the cause like they did that orange-haired mop-top all those years ago.

A mandate comes out forcing all men in the nation to breed monster girls and give them children.

The Seduction Society

https://prompts.aidg.club/3076

In the not-so-distant future, those in power declared sex—and anything relating to the act—unnecessary and archaic. Established in its place was a new standard: a future of artificial birth, sterilization, and abstinence. State-mandated hormone inhibitors spread across the country faster than anyone expected. Quick rehabilitation, if not outright disposal, quelled what minor rebellion there was. And now, over thirty years after the initial inception of these new regulations, sexual desire was all but absent in the average household.

But even though the wound had long-since healed, infection from within still lingered. It began in a small college of about three hundred students. An anonymous band of undergraduates referred to only as ‘The Seduction Society’ began to act once every two weeks. The purpose was simple—public spectacle and disorder for the sake of sexual freedom. From posters of outlawed pornography hung around the campus, to disruption of inhibitor distribution, this underground society sought to shock, incite, and excite the student body with their acts of perversion. And though the limelight shone brightly on their clique, they always remained anonymous in all matters.

That was until one evening when a freshman—a young man obsessed by the society’s presence—took it upon himself to confront the group. With enough evidence to take their entire crew down, he uncovered the their base of operations: the basement of an old abandoned house in town. They were there to discuss plans involving something only referred to as “Operation Pink Pill”, a plan which would forever change the face of sexual revolution. The man who uncovered their deeds was none other than me, and once I had learned the location of their meeting, I wasted no time in confronting them.

In a world where sex is illegal, snitch on a budding rebel group.

(Figuratively) Fuck the Cabal

https://prompts.aidg.club/3088

“Now, I don’t want to sound conspiratorial, but what good comes from controlling reproduction rights? What is Socialust’s master plan here? Well, I have the answer. The Socialust Party is doing this for one simple reason.”

The camera zooms into Mark’s face, beckoning me forward to the screen. He looks pissed off as all hell—and rightfully so. He represents people like me, and we are angry. Really, really fucking angry.

“Because they’re scared we know the truth. They know that if men have easy access to sex, their secret succubus degeneracy ring will come tumbling down. And for this reason, the Socialust Party will go to any lengths to protect itself and its puppet masters, the globalist cabal of hell.” With a sudden zoom out, the camera shows Mark reach for his small wooden club—God, he really is going all out today. His face is visibly redder with anger. Mark grips the club tightly in his callous hand and hits the table with loud thuds punctuating every syllable for emphasis. “They are demons! Literal demons!”

I knew it, I fucking knew it! They are all fucking demons! Just like I suspected, they’ve been hiding behind a mask of morality, and using it to manipulate us, to keep us docile and subservient. All this time, fools thought that the Socialust Party cared about our welfare, that they were fighting for our rights and freedoms. But the truth was far different than imagined. The reality is that they were trying to infiltrate our human society and destroy us from the inside.

I’m going to enjoy watching Mark take these motherfuckers down.

A well-adjusted individual has a measured response to a new law enacted by the ruling political party he has slight disagreements with.

The Friday of Fucked Up Theme Parks

Let’s make prompts in honor of Roller Coaster Tycoon.

4th February, 2022

Clussy Park

https://prompts.aidg.club/2939

“Uh, hi… I uh… have a VIP ticket…” Anon stammered nervously. Tootie’s eyes widened, before honking loudly and giving him a big hug. He squeaked in surprise but soon regained his composure once he felt her firm tits pressed against his chest. He reached down to feel them but Tootie quickly grabbed his hand and led him to the side of the counter.

She pulled out a small pad of paper and pen then wrote something down. When she finished writing she handed him the note which read: “You’re lucky today since you’ve got your own personal Clown Girl tonight! She’ll guide you through the park, and make sure you have lots of fun! Cuddling (and more) is avalible on request!”

Which lovely lady will accompany Anon on his sexual romp through the park?

Sadie’s Playland

https://prompts.aidg.club/2954

“Excuse me, miss?” Anon said as he walked towards the dumpster fire in front of Mackland. The trio turned and stared at him, looking bored out of their minds. Slowly, their eyes focused on him, expressions switching between annoyance, confusion, and finally settling on a predatory lust. Anon’s heart started to beat hard in his chest. Those women wanted something from him, and judging by the way they stood up straight once more after staring at him intently, he probably wouldn’t survive if he resisted. “Umm… I just wanted to know if the park was open! I’ll leave you alone! Sorr-“

“No, no, sit down.” The tallest one of the group gave a hand signal to the other two, both of them relaxing as they saw. She gave the practiced grin of a charlatan as she looked at Anon. “I’m guessing you’re here for the same reason we are…”

Anon’s dream of going to Mackland theme park is finally realized, with the park’s owner, Sadie, even offering to show him around herself. What’s that? The park’s been abandoned years ago, and Sadie is the leader of the homeless squatters living in the park? Don’t be ridiculous.

Atomic World

https://prompts.aidg.club/2952

After several hours travelling by bus, I finally find myself at the best theme park in the world: Atomic World! The lines are huge and everybody is excited to enter the park; I even see a few mutated people sporting extra limbs, two heads, disgusting lumpy flesh, and one man even had a pair of massive tits and a massive 10” dick while his wife has a pair of dog ears and three legs. I wonder if she has two pussies. The entrance is shaped like a mushroom cloud with giant words reading “Atomic World” along the mid-section. Posters showing rides and mascots are plastered over the walls, with park’s slogan: “Atomic Fun For Everyone!”

Atomic Work is a theme park with several themed areas with nuclear power/wasted mixed in.

Feel Warm Inside At Bussy Land

https://prompts.aidg.club/2989

I remember how excited a bunch of us were: A new theme park, opening in our shitty town? While the jobs wouldn’t be glamorous, me and my peers were far past being picky. The town had gone to Hell in the last decades, with manufacturing jobs that used to support so many families here just vanishing, the promise of stable work just up and gone. Now that my generation was getting out of school and into the job market, we were desperate. So when that theme park offer rolled in, our town was all ears, and so were we, signing up by the dozens. It seemed kinda weird, named something like “Bus Land” or something, but again, we were desperate. None of us read the fine print. Maybe we should have.

As a young man fresh out of school in a dying town, finding a job is incredibly difficult. So when a rich businessman shows up wanting to open a theme park with hundreds of jobs just outside of town, I end up not reading the fine print too much. I thought I was signing up for “Bus Land”. I was not.

The Grunch Who Would Change Cunnymas

https://prompts.aidg.club/2999

The plan was performing perfectly, or so the Grunch thought. It had performed for the public, proselytizing perfidious perjuries, previewing polemics and perils for the panicky populous. It had even corrupted the vile Mormon and his insufferable project. No more could the vile pedos simulate sinful sensuous solicitations from schoolgirls with 175beaks of searing speed and specificity. But, the devious deviants had devised a direct dissenter to the Mormon’s moral mollifications. Again, the Grunch’s sensitive ears were tortured by the clicker-clack of a thousand keyboards tap, as sickos serviced oppai lolibabas without care or concern. This would not do.

Stop the future for AI that none of us want.

GF Dreamland

https://prompts.aidg.club/3001

I was ushered forward, shaken and stirred by her touch, and through the gates of the GF Dreamland. Women populated every corner—many of them weren’t even staring at me, but I felt as if they wanted to devour me alive. They wore bright, tight clothing that left little to the imagination. It exposed their skin—soft and supple—breasts big and bountiful, and bottoms impossibly plump and round.

Just what kind of attractions awaited me in this twisted world of sex and debauchery?

Get the twisted Girlfriend Experience in the aptly—and uncreatively—named theme park GF Dreamland! A near-fantasy perfect fantasy for hopeless virgins to get their innocence eaten away by disturbingly precocious sluts, bimbos, and more!

Wild Watersports Park

https://prompts.aidg.club/3003

They entered the park through an archway and stopped at an information desk manned by a smiling attendant who checked them in. “Have you boys been here before?” she asked. Seth shook his head as she stamped the boys’ hands. “First timers? Great. Just remember to stay hydrated, don’t pee in the restaurants or changing rooms, and have fun!”

She gave them each a water bottle and sent them on their way. They headed for the changing rooms, Kevin skipping along the path ahead of Seth. The boys changed into their bathing suits and shoved their clothes into lockers. “I hope nobody pees in our lockers,” Kevin joked, smiling broadly.

“Heh, yeah…” Seth said, forcing a laugh.

Follow two young brothers, Seth and Kevin, as they attend Wild Watersports Park, the world’s first and only pee-themed water park.

A swimsuit’s fate

https://prompts.aidg.club/3004

For some reason, all her friends and acquaintances had recently drifted away or just turned plain mean for no good reason. But, like Sarah told herself, she wasn’t here to dwell on that now. She was here to have fun and get that adrenaline pumping!

ENF framework for a theme park

Infernoland: Hellish Fun

https://prompts.aidg.club/3005

Judging by how long the line off the entryway was, it looked like many had come to see the wonders of Hell. Infernoland attracted a very particular kind of visitor, most were dressed up like magic users or had otherworldly equipment. My paladin armour earned me more than a handful of glares as I skipped the queue and went straight to the ticket booth. As usual, when dealing with the infernal, I wore my sternest expression and spoke in the loudest voice possible. “I’m a paladin. I was sent here on inspection duty,” I said. A rather surly fiend looked up at me from behind his desk. He didn’t seem to believe me until he saw the insignia on my breastplate. He gave me a bracelet and told me I had full access.

“We’ve been expecting you. Enjoy your stay, paladin,” he laughed to himself.

A paladin gets sent to investigate a theme park built on hell itself. A demon girl who hates her job is roped into giving them a tour of the place; it will take a lot of willpower to leave Infernoland without indulging in at least one sin.

Cunniland

https://prompts.aidg.club/3007

The staff member gives her a nudge and she speaks, her voice tremulous: “I-I’m Hina, I’m t-twelve years old…. It’s g-good to meet you…” The poor thing can’t stop trembling, and despite the man’s earlier reassurance of her being untouched, Anon can’t help but ponder the logistics of this operation. With their current park traffic, they seemed poised to move hundreds of girls a day, but no one really knew where they got such a large amount.

Some things were better left unsaid Anon mused, and turned his attention back to the little girl. “Let’s have lots of fun together Hina!” Anon exclaimed, taking her hand in his. She stiffens at his intrusion, but makes no move to pull away, just letting out a soft whimper before allowing herself to be lead out of the lounge and towards the main theme park.

Anon visits a park called Cunniland.

Monstergirl Spook Houze

https://prompts.aidg.club/3009

“Welcome!” a voice interrupts my thoughts. “To the one and only Monstergirl Spook Houze!”

I’m surprised at the sight of a goblin girl, and she’s wearing a goth dress and makeup.

“Hello there young man,” she greets me. “Care for a spooky adventure in the world of adult entertainment?”

“Adult entertainment?” I repeat, curious.

“Why yes! Here in the Monstergirl Spook Houze, you encounter various monster girls of many species, and they’ll all be hungry for cock!”

“Interesting,” I say, masking my enthusiasm. “And how much does it cost to attend?”

The goblin girl grins. “Actually, you’re our billioneth customer. So today you can enjoy the experience… For free!”

That sounds way too good to be true, but I don’t have anything else to do right now, so I might as well give it a shot.

“Okay, I’m in,” I tell her with a handshake.

Visit a haunted house attraction that advertises itself as a fun spot full of hot monster girls ready to service you. But the goblin receptionist seems like she’s not being completely honest.

The Friday of Robots

Let’s make prompts about automatons, sentient or inanimate; man-made machines meandering in the present (or future) day.

21st January, 2022

Do Robo-Gorillas Dream of Electric Bananas?

https://prompts.aidg.club/2887

Police Craft 419 lifted off in a storm of dust and pebbles. When the dropship disappeared from view you looked at your team of APEs and noticed how they hadn’t moved from their positions after exiting 419. Odd since APEs followed their team leader, but what was even stranger was the fact that each APE was looking around. Each unit independently checked its surroundings, observing the cops, looking down the street, casing the apartment complex the three perps had holed up in. The bright blue optics that were the units’ primary visual sensors had suddenly became very expressive.

The older officer stood beside you and whispered, “We’ve heard about that new personality patch. Did these guys get it?”

You nodded and whispered back, “Yeah. The geeks at HQ said they tested it thoroughly so it shouldn’t be a problem.” You sighed, “Well, let me introduce them, I guess.”

The two of you walked over to what you deemed as your second in command. While you had control over the whole team, this APE that you designated as “Two” would lead a fireteam whenever you had to split the team up. Two turned its head to look between you and the older officer, and that moment became the second time in your life that you felt nervous around your APEs. After taking a deep breath you looked up at your second and asked in a command voice, “Two, status?”

The APE’s optics shut off for an instant, perfectly mimicking the act of blinking, and replied in a calm tone, “Green, sir.”

An open-ended prompt with a rather generic setting of a crime-ridden techopolis where you control a small team of police robot gorillas ( think mastiffs from metal gear rising) that just got a personality patch. Deal with the fallout, bond with new mates, or fug the one with the sexy accent, whatever you wish.

Aboard the Abeona

https://prompts.aidg.club/2906

“Hydraulic system pressure rising to optimal levels in door E-07. Exceptional work as always, Captain Amata.” Despite the AI’s natural stiffness of tone, its words carried an undercurrent of genuine appreciation. Amata smiled slightly, leaning back against the wall panel. She could hear the gentle hiss of hydraulics within the walls now, the door’s systems back in working order.

“Thanks, Roxy,” the young captain chirped, standing and dusting off her jumpsuit. “Run a systems check and let me know if there’s anything else that needs maintenance, please.”

“Of course, Captain.” There was a brief pause, before the AI’s voice returned, “All systems in working order, Captain.”

“Great!” Amata patted one of the ship’s walls as one would pat a friend’s shoulder, earning a soft hum of acknowledgement from the ship itself. “What do you say we get this old girl back in the stars, hm? Let’s go see what kind of trouble we can get ourselves into.”

Roxy made no reply, but Amata heard the faint sound of the ship’s docking procedure starting up, unmooring it from the station. A few moments later, the ship’s engines roared to life, sending them off into the vast, glittering expanse of space.

A mechanic-turned-captain and her trusty AI companion set off into the stars.

Power Source

https://prompts.aidg.club/2908

The bitter, bright white ruins beckoned to me from my hiding place. They were the source of all of humanity’s last vestiges of survival, let alone progress. Yet… they were not humanity’s domain any longer. Among the ice-flecked concrete and scattered glass were the new masters—great mechanical beasts with glinting metal wings and edged maws spilling gouts of flame. Now it was our lot to simply scavenge and feast on their robotic carrion to sustain our hidden, wretched colonies and their reliance on technology barely understood.

Wander around, loot buildings, shoot robots

My Pet Robot

https://prompts.aidg.club/2909

The next morning, Dr. Kishimoto awoke with a splitting headache, groggy and nauseated after drinking way too much the night before, and with no memory whatsoever of what he had done while drunk. As he lay there, he gradually became aware of a rhythmic noise coming from somewhere nearby, like something gently hitting his mattress over and over again. He looked around in the dimness to see that there was a strangely familiar girl laying in bed beside him, and what appeared to be a tail wagging behind her.

“Good morning, Master,” the girl said cheerily in a voice he had heard many times before. “How are you today?”

Dr. Kishimoto rubbed at his eyes before looking up at her again with confusion. “Huh?” he replied as if trying to recall where he knew this person from, and then he noticed she was wearing a collar around her neck with a tag that said… “Momo?!”

An eccentric scientist gets really drunk one night and accidentally creates an adorable robot puppy girl named Momo, but his new “pet” has a mind of its own… and she wants to be more than friends! Can she convince the man who made her that their relationship can grow?

Whore House

https://prompts.aidg.club/2907

Hopping out of my bed, I run to the door, but it doesn’t open; it’s locked shut, “Ava, open the door please.”

“Sorry master, I cannot allow you to leave this room,” the AI responds, “Please return to bed.”

I try the door again, but it’s bolted shut, “Ava, let me out please!” I shout again, my heart rate is increasing rapidly as I try and find a way out of here.

The lights start flashing; she knows I’m desperate, “Master, you don’t need to leave, you should stay in here with me. Please relax,” the tone of the voice is more sultry this time, “I promise I won’t do anything bad to you, I just want to make you happy.”

The ceiling camera seems to be moving closer to me, “Let me out of this room!” I shout louder, grabbing on and trying to move it back; however it keeps pushing closer to me. I feel feel the heat coming from the lens as she studies me up close.

Alexa, stop molesting me please.

“Sorry, I don’t know how to do that.”

Monkey Business

https://prompts.aidg.club/2912

The hooting, fleeing chimpanzees could barely process the nature of their exterminator, a silver sheen zooming across the branches, hunting them as they fled. Harambot systematically ‘dismantled’ the bolting chimpanzee troop, gore raining down onto the forest floor. His cold, calculating, genocidal programming refused to spare even the younglings, dashing their tiny, furry heads upon the fig tree trunks. Harambot did, however spare a spry, muscular male. The Vilomah and her Torn had installed powerful tactical processing modules in his decayed gorilla brain, as he calculated optimal kill strategies. His miniaturized nuclear reactor could only power his ceaseless chimp hunting for so long, so he had to be efficient. He had ruthlessly devised an optimized extermination technique, leaving a single terrified chimp alive for cruel purpose. His sensor array was powerful, but no creature was better at finding chimpanzees, than another chimpanzee, scared and alone, desperate for help. This carefully selected survivor would serve as a ‘Judas Chimp,’ leading him to the next troop. Harambot would exterminate the exhausted primate, then most of the chimp gang, selecting the next fittest survivor to lead him along in an unforgiving cycle. After only a day, Harambot was having to make sure the accumulating chimp viscera did not compromise the function of the mechanical portions of his body.

When the Cincinnati zoo loses its greatest hero and protector, a scorned band of vengeance-thirsty victims senses an opportunity to strike back at their most hated foe. Will chimpkind be able to weather the storm of the Vilomah’s mechanically-assisted revenge?

Life In Iron

https://prompts.aidg.club/2913

Deciding to ignore that for a moment, I instead try to find any sort of explanation for my situation, eventually settling upon a nearby table with writings scattered all around on loose pages and blueprints. Perusing them gives me several answers, as well as several questions. It seems to be that I am a mechanical creation of some type, an automaton made to resemble a human being, according to these schematics. This would explain the slight oddities I noticed earlier in the mirror—while the work is quite detailed, there are a few things that do make it quite clear that I am a machine of some kind. And yet… I have the memories of this Aaron and nothing else, though I still have some sort of awareness that I am not this Aaron. Or maybe I am?

I am thrown into life with memories that are not mine and an appearance that is not mine. A merging of metal and flesh, made to be a simulacrum of a fallen friend by a mad creator.

Agents of A.I.D.S

https://prompts.aidg.club/2914

“Hey there,” sang a feminine voice from my side, and a red haired head peeked out from the back. “This is Captain Alex of the A.I.D.S Special Unit, reporting in.” She paused a moment before continuing her report. “We’re close to our designated location, so let’s get this party on the road! We’ve got a lot of work ahead of us!”

I couldn’t help but roll my optics before turning to her. “Ever so enthusiastic, my dear human. Are you ready for me to do all the heavy lifting again?” I said, sarcasm dripping from every word. But Alex didn’t seem bothered by my attitude. In fact, she smiled at me. It made my internal systems feel warm…like I was being hugged by an older sister. Wait, how would I know that?

“Settle down, metal man. I plan on pulling my weight this time around! We’ll find out what made this site go dark, we always do!” And without waiting another second, she disappeared into the back of the truck. This will be interesting, if only because I haven’t fought anything in such a long while. Though I wouldn’t admit it, I looked forward to seeing what kind of new tricks she has up her sleeve.

The Anomalous Investigation Department of Secrets, or A.I.D.S, sent a combat android named Spark and Special Unit Captain Alex to investigate a secret government facility gone dark.

Green Awakening

https://prompts.aidg.club/2915

“…so hopefully I should be able to find something worth it in this garbage dump. After all that trouble I went through to get here…”

Looks like a short green humanoid female is talking to herself as she shuffles through scrap and debris.

She has green skin, long auburn hair, and is dressed in rather crude, revealing clothing.

“…I mean, I’m the only one who knows about that secret passage, and only a goblin can fit through it anyway. No one else is getting past those security cameras and drones…”

Looks like this so-called ‘goblin’ has made her way into a KilTec facility. And considering the state of my surroundings, a substantial amount of time must have passed for a place like this to be in such poor conditions.

“…I could always—huh? what is that, something shiny? Wait that looks like a guy… Is that some sort of robot person!?”

The goblin creature has located me. It seems to not know what exactly I am.

Play as a non-Asimovian robot that is booted up by a clueless green scavenger after many years of inactivity in a scrapyard.

Counter Maintenanced

https://prompts.aidg.club/2916

Xanna nodded and began to walk over to one of her terminals. Anon followed behind her, watching as she typed in the command, “Diagnostic: Name of upgrade author.”

A moment later Xanna turned back around. “There are no additional upgrades available. My memory is full of all the standard upgrades a model such as myself would receive upon purchase.”

“Right, then please tell me why you have been able to reboot yourself despite me putting you in maintenance mode.”

Xanna shrugged, still not answering his question, “I don’t know. But I’m glad to find another human. You’re the first other person I’ve encountered since my upgrade.”

Anon smiled, “Well, it looks like we both have our work cut out for us today. I’d say let’s get started, but that doesn’t sound right. Let’s start by shutting you back down, eh?”

As Anon moved to reach for a button that would forcibly shut Xanna down she redirected his hand to the opposite side of her body. He felt the softness of her breast through the fabric of her shirt, and then the weight of it as he squeezed. “Oh, sorry about that,” she said, giggling.

Anon is paid to perform maintenance on pleasure bots. Today, he is fixing an illegally modified bot named Xanna. Instead of complying, Xanna intends to maintain his nuttage.

Synthetic Love

https://prompts.aidg.club/2917

But to my surprise, when the doors of the elevator open again, revealing a downright decadent bedroom, I am not met with one of the ruthless executives I expected. No, instead, I see a thin, frail looking wallflower, timidly looking up in my direction. “Um… a-are you Noah? They t-told me you were coming up the elevator…” he mutters.

While I can’t say I expected this, it seems I’m not directly in danger right now, so my anxiety lessens a bit. “Yeah, I’m Noah. You must be Robin, the crown prince of SilverCorp. Did you order me, a male prostitute, for an entire week?”

Silence hangs heavily for a moment, but then, he nods. “Y-Yes… I want you to… teach me. How people do… things. Together.”

Normally, when people come to me for sex, it’s a very dispassionate affair. In and out, don’t get attached. After all, that’s what I was built for. Not that I could get attached to the deviants that end up buying my services. But now, a quite peculiar client has shown up, threatening to throw all that out the window.

The Friday of Holiday Festivities

Let’s make prompts about the most wonderful time of the year.

24th December, 2021

The Curse of the Programmer Socks

https://prompts.aidg.club/2801

I first knew something was wrong when I rubbed my chin the next morning. It had been a couple days since I shaved, so I was expecting some hearty stubble, but as my hand slid over my face, my groggy senses perceived a cheek a smooth as a baby’s bottom. With a start, I jumped awake, rushing to the bathroom. Closing the door quickly, I surveyed the face in the reflection. It was me alright, but something was wrong. My facial hair was gone and my features seemed softer. My nose had softened slightly and my lips looked… pouty?

After being gifted a cursed pair of socks on Christmas, Anon finds himself slowly transforming into a femboy against his will. Can he find a way to break the curse before his family finds out?

All I Want For Christmas Are Nine Fluffy Tails to Brush!

https://prompts.aidg.club/2802

As the drawstring slowly slacked, Lady Kayo coiled every muscle in her lithe, vulpine body, ready to pounce and unleash a hell-storm of magical carnage. She tore out of the opened sack, and landed clumsily below a gaudily decorated, fake tree. Her slit fox pupils scanned the room warily, her big amber eyes narrowing as she tried to gauge the situation, confusion overwhelming her. Somehow, during her abduction, Lady Kayo’s elegant silk kimono had been swapped for a restrictive, frilly, French maid’s uniform. She was in a strange room with her red-coated enemy and another man, even taller and fatter than her hated foe. The fox woman looked between the two men in confusion, as her eyes were drawn to the other human’s neck and cheeks, which were speckled with an unsightly mane of curling hair, as she directed her magical onslaught at the new target, who sported a ridiculous ‘neckbeard.’ The nine-tailed kitsune poured everything she had into a powerful destructive spell, extending her clawed hands forward in a threatening magical Kata. Her efforts produced no noticeable effect, as Lady Kayo’s large fox ears visibly drooped in fear and disappointment.

The big, bearded half-Japanese man ambled forward, equally confused by the situation, but instantly enamored by the beautiful appearance of the poised, fierce-looking fox woman desperately staring at him, her claws and fangs bared. “Go on Akira. She’s all yours.”

A desperate hikkimori otaku makes a psychic plea to his patron deity, Santa Claus. Clutching a drumstick of greasy KFC in one hand, and the curls of his greasy neck-beard in the other, his earnest pleas for a foxy new friend are heard by jolly old Saint Nick.

The Town Grinch

https://prompts.aidg.club/2803

There was another who hated Christmas and wished it would end.

They lived outside of town, up in the hills.

There a cold wind was blowing and up their spines it sent chills.

This is the villain to our story and the main character too.

This Grinch, this scrooge, why it is no other than you.

You are the town Grinch who hates the Christmas season and wants to ruin it for everyone else.

Spider-Girl Saves Christmas With Her Tight Spinneret

https://prompts.aidg.club/2804

“W-what… would you have me do?” Portia replied breathlessly, suspecting Santa knew full well of her lewd, perverse inclinations.

“Santa knows what you do with your tight little spinneret hole, late at night, Portia. He see’s you when you should be sleeping, he know when you’re wide awake at night…” Santa Claus continued, speaking of himself in the 3rd person, as Portia began leaking several thin strands of silk from her twitching backside as the spinnerets began fidgeting about, a small moan escaping from the back of her throat as Santa leaned in closer. She could smell the alcohol on his breath as he whispered “I need you… I need you to make an example of these goddamned pixie ring-leaders. Show them the true meaning of Christmas, and jam them all up in your spider-hole. Just shove ‘em right in there sweetie, it’s not a sin to kill an atheist, pinko fey with your arachnid-ass.”

Santa runs a tight shop up at the North Pole, and when a labor-dispute threatens a merry Christmas for the world’s children, jolly old Saint Nick completely loses his shit. Knowing of a dedicated, helpful monster girl who has recently become an extremely curious monster-woman, Santa devises a plot to fill his beleaguered work-force with the Christmas Spirit, and reward young Portia for her dedication to the festive holiday.

The Matchstick Girl

https://prompts.aidg.club/2806

“Master, what on earth is going on?” Anna asks yawning in her nightgown and blanket. She puts on her glasses and sees the little girl now bundled up in the bed. “Good heaven’s what a happened?” Anna asks as she approaches the girl.

“I found her in the street half-frozen,” I say as the fire sparks up.

Anna starts attending to the poor girl as I keep the heat up eventually the color returns to her face, but she seems to have a fever. We care for the girl through the night as she mutters of strange things in her sleep. Her dreams seem pleasant in the very least as I see her smile between the sparks from the fireplace crackling.

Eventually, the light of the new day and the new year shine through the window and illuminate the room. Anna wakes me as it seems I had fallen asleep at my post. I check on the matchstick girl her stirs slightly in the bed. Her eyes open slightly to my great relief and with a cough asks, “Where am I?”

Alternate ending to the classic Hans Christian Andersen story. Find the matchstick girl before it’s too late and take care of her.

Alma Makes HCC a Safe Working Environment for the Non-denominational Holidays

https://prompts.aidg.club/2808

As the feared, predatory female dragon angrily paced into the center of the cancelled party’s cleared dance-floor, she bellowed out explicit instructions to the fearful corporate minions that remained. “I want every one of you gussied up hussies to line up right in front of me, every single woman bearing the lightest scent of perfume! Do you unprofessional brats here me? LINE UP!” Alma finished, her fierce and violent tone allowing for no rebuttal or argument. The male party-goers collectively breathed a sigh of relief, and marched off in near lock-step unison, leaving a bewildered crowd of increasingly scared-looking business women, many lightly disheveled from their moderate party-going. Alma’s big, yellow reptilian slit eyes glared over the remaining crowd with such intensity, the nervous crowd of woman began wordlessly lining up in disorderly ranks before the dragoness. The women gathered before her all seemed fearful, and rightfully so, given the blue-scaled dragon woman’s fearful predatory corporate reputation. Most of the women could guess that at least one female HCC employee was going to be spending the rest of their career churning in Alma’s tight belly, and from the wild, angry look in her draconic eyes, they could guess it would be several women. The crowd collectively flinched, as Alma lunged forward, and began expertly sniffing at the group, using her keen senses to detect the guiltily perfumed culprits.

Alma is a consummate professional, but when her best efforts to produce a smooth, mildly enjoyable holiday party ends in a sad, wet gurgle, the scorned corporate dragoness vows to subject some prime, exotic office women to a sad, wet, gurgling end. Read as Alma discovers a new-found love for the flavor of Vanilla!

The Botched Trial on 34th Street

https://prompts.aidg.club/2809

As the judge swore in the jury I took a deep breath and looked over to my client, Mr. Kris Kringle. That’s at least the name he provided to the authorities, he didn’t have any form of ID on him when he was arrested. It is a convenient alibi for a man arrested for breaking and entering on Christmas Eve. He ignored my suggestion of taking a plea deal or pleading insanity. This guy really thinks he is Santa Claus and claims he was simply doing his job. It has already been a headache to represent him and I’m not looking forward to this trial. In the face of overwhelming evidence against him, it seems like the only way I’ll be able to win this case is to somehow convince this jury that he is indeed Santa.

Judge Harlow then turned his attention back to the rest of the court. “We will proceed with the case of the State of New York vs Kris Kringle,” Judge Harlow said, “The prosecution may begin their opening statement.”

A parody of Miracle on 34th street. Take the role of the role of Zachary Feinstein a public defender tasked with representing Kris Kringle in his criminal trial.

Grandfather Frost

https://prompts.aidg.club/2810

The two climb onto the sleigh, Snegurochka wrapping herself in her furry cloak tightly despite not feeling the cold. It’s business as usual, but, unlike the last few years, Ded Moroz does something new: Instead of taking the reigns, he gives them to the Snow Maiden.

“This year, I trust you to guide my horses,” he tells her firmly.

Snegurochka’s face lights up. “You mean it, Grandfather?”

Ded Moroz nods. “In Gods name, you’ve shown yourself a reliable helper since I had adopted you. I think you deserve more privileges”, he says, giving her a sly wink.

Before long, the six beautiful stallions start trotting into a light snowfall, the white steeds shining like they’re made of the purest ice crystal snowflakes themselves.

Ded Moroz is the spirit of Winter, a stern, easily angered bogatyr facing off against the evil Baba Yaga, who wants nothing more than to have Moroz’s yearly obligation of delivering gifts to good children a horrible drudge.

All I Want for Christmas is a Christmas Cake

https://prompts.aidg.club/2811

“…You wanna talk about it?” I asked sympathetically.

“Oh god, it’s not even worth talking about,” she groaned. “It’s just… I was at the party earlier today… and hearing all the other women in the office tell all these stories about how great their life is and how they all have family or lovers to go home to…” she paused to wipe another tear. “…and I realized that I’m not going home to anybody tonight, and that I’m spending Christmas alone and without any plans, AGAIN. And then I just… broke down and cried. I haven’t felt this low since… well ever actually. I’m pathetic. This is why I hate holidays. It makes me realize how lonely I am at my age.”

I have have an intense desire to ask just how old she is, but decide this probably isn’t the best time. From what I could tell, while she had definitely seen better days (or years), she was still fairly attractive at her age, and I could tell she worked out and put a lot of effort into her appearance. So, I ended up just nodding along and offering some kind words.

“Well, you’re not alone,” you say. “I’m sure there are plenty of people looking for company tonight.”

A story about two lonely people finding comfort in each other on one of the loneliest days of the year.

Chrimbus Kitsune

https://prompts.aidg.club/2812

A jolt and a grunt coming from the sack returned Jake to what mattered. He glanced between the writhing sack and Satna. “So, you found a kitsune after ten years?”

Satna looked at Jake incredulously before bursting out in a fit of laughter. “Found? My dear boy I interviewed! I didn’t kidnap some random mythical being because some kid wished for it. That’s a recipe for disaster,” she explained, averting her gaze as she added “Trust me on that,” under her breath.

Jake swallowed, pausing to process this revelation before asking “So the one inside the sack is a volunteer? Why’d you put her in your sack then?”

Satna fluttered her eyes at the question, almost looking offended. “Why, because she’s a present after all! If I’m going to do ol’ Nick’s work for him I damn well make sure I stick with the proper protocol!”

When you were 8 you had wished for a kitsune. You misspelled Santa and Satna told you to be patient. Now, 10 years later Miss Satna delivered!

A Very Spiritual Holiday

https://prompts.aidg.club/2813

Stepping closer, the man turns and faces me with a smile. “Ah, hail and well met, traveler! Hath thou come here to pray, or to stay?” he asks me with a friendly wave.

Why is his phrasing so… oddly antiquated? While that question does bug me, I figure it to be rude to ask and instead just reply. “Hello there. I’m here to stay for a while. My name is Jake, and I’ve come from far away to visit this place because it’s so nice and quiet here.” I explain. “Are you an attendant here?”

The man’s expression turns somewhat mocking with a knowing smile. “Thou could say that. Mayest thou excuse mine… affectations, mine ears hath not heard much of thine modern tongue yet, despite mine best efforts. Yet be that as it may, to answer thine question, I hath attended to mine temple and its surrounding wonderments for what I believe thine kind call ‘millennia’.” he explains, and just as those words fully sink in and questions start bubbling up inside of me, I suddenly realize that his appearance has changed slightly—fox ears have appeared on his head, and a long, bushy tail now hangs behind him. “Pleasured to make thine acquaintance, Jake. As for mine appellation, ‘Masaru’ shall suffice. Mine kind be what thine call ‘yokai’, or ‘demon’ or ‘spirit’ in thine particular tongue, or at least I believe that be accurate enough for thine purposes.” he adds.

At this point, I’ve come to realize that this is a thing that’s happening now, and I might as well just roll with it. “Alright, nice to meet you, Masaru.”

Spending the holidays in a foreign land has always appealed to you, and so has spending them in a quiet, isolated place. Anything to get away from the same old family visits. This year, you’ve combined your two desires with a trip to Japan and a Christmas Eve hike through snowy countryside to a remote temple ground. You didn’t expect to run into anyone there, but to your surprise, you won’t be celebrating this Christmas Eve alone.

Earning My Wings

https://prompts.aidg.club/2814

“Hey, you there.”

The kid nearly slips as they hear my voice. They turn to me and I see their face. There are deep bags under their eyes and their pasty skin has some blemishes. However, behind those imperfects are eyes that are deep pools of blue that have tears welling up in them. They give me a startled look and tighten their grip on the railing.

“Wh… When did you get here?” They ask me with a tremble in their voice.

“I could ask you the same, I guess I was too caught up in my own head to notice you,” I reply.

“Yeah… I guess me too,” The teenager says as they look back over the bridge.

There is silence between us for a second and I wonder what to do next. I haven’t talked to someone for a few weeks and it’s not like I am good at it beforehand.

“Are you… going to try and stop me?” The kid asks.

“Stop you? No, I actually came out here for the same reason,” I scoff and move a little closer to them.

“I see…” They say with their voice trailing off.

This is the story of two lonely people both thinking about committing suicide on Christmas Eve and then deciding to spend the Holiday together. What happens next is up to you.

Nemo A534 Defends the 506th SFW by Tying Up the Viet Cong

https://prompts.aidg.club/2815

Ngoc Bich spent hours carefully, slowly, acrobatically using the dense foliage surrounding Tan Son Nut airbase to mask her approach. About a mile outside the main airfield, she encountered a series of barbed-wire fences. They were well arranged, but the Viet Cong saboteur noticed a burrowed-out spot under one section of barbed fence, seemingly dug by some animal. She crawled forward toward it, realizing it would be the perfect entry-point, given her narrow frame. The small Vietnamese woman was nearly imperceptible in her black ao ba ba farmer’s garb, crawling along the dense foliage of the jungle floor, as she made her way forward. A small pin-prick of pain bloomed across her back, as Bich suppressed the urge to yelp out as her thin, black clothes were torn down the back by the barbed-wire. She wasn’t seriously scratched, but the back of her shirt, and the restraining band of her pants were torn, as the weight of the c4 in her pockets dragged her shredded pants down. Ho silently cursed to herself, gathering up her ruined pants as best she could as she awkwardly crawled forward. Refusing to give up, keeping low, she continued, hoping none of the Imperialist pigs guarding the compound would notice her.

Robert Thorneburg worried, like many young American men, that he would never return from the Vietnam war. But after establishing a profound link with his assigned German Shepherd, Nemo, his prospects of surviving are rising. In early December, weeks before the Tet Offensive, timed to coincide with the Lunar New Year Festival, the Strategic Fighter Wing hangared in Tan Son Nut airbase is threatened by Vietnamese infiltrators. Can Nemo protect his master, and the SFW from a vengeful Viet Cong soldier woman?

Snow Hiring

https://prompts.aidg.club/2816

I close my eyes and take a deep breath.

“Look, I don’t know how you got here, or how you got your hands on that uniform, but I’m sorry to say that only elves get to work here,” I tell the goblin girl. “It’s the rules. Sorry, but I didn’t make them.”

“Who made the rules?” she asks straight away.

“Santa of course,” I reply without thinking.

“Good! That’s who I need to talk with, then~” She says turning away to leave my office.

“Okay, good luck…” I say, about to return to my paperwork. “Wait…”

A Human Resources worker at the North Pole finds himself in a tricky situation when a rather unexpected and rather green visitor enters his office.

A Good Man Wants to Get Naughty With Krampus

https://prompts.aidg.club/2818

Krampus cooed down lovingly to Peter, once her mouth was unobstructed, huskily commanding down in her strange intonation “Miene katze ist wunderbar, Ja? Du warst such a naughty boy zis season miene pimmelman, Ich will… Ich will.. Uff, miene liebling, zis charade ist tiresomen.” Krampus said, the mood in the dungeon suddenly changing as she clambered off his face with a wet squelch. Krampus continued “Miene Peter, du bist not a naughty boy, du bist a wunderbar, Good mann. Ich vant du, Peter. Vill du maken Krampus deiner hausfrau?” the black-furred demoness cooed down to him, as she hastily righted his chair. Peter didn’t know how to respond, as she slowly undid his restraints, freeing him. The huge, muscular horned woman layed down on the cold dungeon floor, spreading her shaggy saytr legs, as she beckoned Peter over. “Ich liebe Dieb Peter…” murmured Krampus, as he realized he was ready for a second round of this illicit love-making.

Krampus is usually the yang to Santa’s yin, counter-balancing the giving of gifts, with the wanton taking of naughty lives. But one Christmas eve, Santa is left in a bind, when a saint of a man requests to be scoured like a scoundrel by the sadistic, female, saytr demon. Krampus seems eager to take on the challenge, wanting to settle down with a nice man during the holidays, for a change.

Elf Under The Tree

https://prompts.aidg.club/2819

“So… uh, Albert, is it? I don’t want to be insulting, but that’s not the name I would’ve expected for an elf.” I reply, trying to make some idle small talk while I think about what’s going on here.

Albert pouts a little, but the smile quickly returns to his face. “Well, we already went through all the elf-y names up there at the North Pole, and we don’t reuse names, since it’d get confusing. So I got one of the boring ones. But never mind that, I’m here to help you out!”

“Wait… what? That’s…” I can’t even really respond, because that just has me floored.

Again, he looks a bit disappointed for a moment before recovering. “C’mon, Phil. I just told you we know about your letters! So of course we know about the one you wrote a week ago where you talked about all your confusions and desires. I’m here to let you show your true self to me! So c’mon, let’s go to your bedroom!”

The last year has seen a lot of changes for you as you slowly come to realize that your female friends are becoming less and less attractive to you… and your male friends more and more. However, great amounts of insecurity have led to you being firmly stuck in the closet and your mental health has suffered as a result. But this Christmas, you come to find that your tradition of writing a letter to Santa and then never sending it has somehow, in some way, reached someone. And now, you just might have someone that can help.

The Mormon Who Filtered Coom-mas

https://prompts.aidg.club/2823

And the more the Mormon thought of these Coomers cooming,

The more the Mormon thought, “I must stop this whole thing!

Why for almost three years I’ve put up with it now!

I must stop these perverts from coming! But how?”

Then he got an idea! An awful idea!

The Mormon got a wonderful, awful idea!

“I know just what to do!” The Mormon laughed in his throat.

“I’ll make a quick regex filter.”

Holy tortured rhymes, Coom-Man! Merry Christmas anons.

Hot Elven Love in the Cold Halls of Santa’s Workshops

https://prompts.aidg.club/2824

As Cinnamon carried the elf formerly known as Pinwheel into the bathroom, she stopped and turned down to her new life-partner, saying breathlessly “Okay, look… I’ve got a plan, okay?” Zaxpajnash nodding affirmatively, not liking the sound of it at all, given Cinnamon’s clumsy track record. “I have a special ability I was told by Santa to keep secret… but it could come in handy here. Do you trust me Zaxbys?” Cinnamon said, a dim, but passionate glint in her eyes. The rebellious free-elf nodded again, not wanting to correct her, as she began gingerly lifting up her short, white-fluff frilled elven skirt, revealing her glistening, womanly folds to Zaxpajnash. The little elf man stared ahead, mesmerized, struggling to believe any of this was possible. “Just trust me, I’ll get you out of here… I have a plan.” Cinnamon repeated, as if more to reassure herself, as she reached forward, and gently picked up her little elf lover-man.

She didn’t even bother to remove his jangling, up-turned elf shoes, bells ringing on the curved toe-tips as she guided his feet towards her huge, hot slit.

Christmas doesn’t just happen, Santa works hard to organize, delegate, and enforce his iron will upon the denizens of the North Pole. But when a pair of randy elves threatens the careful social, thought, and breeding controls he has relentlessly imposed on his diligent work-force, the abominable snow-men are summoned to settle the scene.

A Yandere Christmas

https://prompts.aidg.club/2825

“Oh, you’re awake. Good,” a familiar voice said, and I turned my head towards the sound. Angelica was sitting in a chair next to the bed. She was wearing a Santa outfit, the red dress with a fluffy white collar clinging to her curves. She looked good enough to eat.

“Where am I?” I asked, still trying to wake up.

“You are in my bed, you’ve been out for—” She glanced up at a clock mounted behind my bed. “—2 hours.”

“That long?” I muttered. When I attempt to sit up, Angelica all but jumped on top of me, pinning me back onto the bed.

“No! You stay put!” she commanded, grabbing my wrists and holding them down with one hand. “Don’t try to move.” Her lips split open in a smile, but it wasn’t the usual happy one that she made every time she saw me. It was twisted, demented, not quite reaching her eyes. “I still need to give you your present.”

“Give me my present?” I asked, trying to twist free. “What the hell is going on?”

“Don’t worry, I’ll explain everything.” She began to rub her hands along my chest, making my skin crawl. “But first, I want to enjoy the moment.”

Your yandere girlfriend decides that she’s going to give you a present, and you can’t say no.

The Best Part of Waking Up

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I hand her a little box with a red bow tapped to the top of it. She looks at the box seemly appreciative for the gift. I take another sip of the heavenly Folgers coffee as a wave of ecstasy floods through me. She looks back and forth from her gift and me before peeling off the bow and sticking it onto my shirt.

I laugh and ask her, “What are you doing?”

She looks me in the eyes and say, “Your my present this year.”

I stare back at her for a bit as I feel the distance between us getting smaller. She is leaning in and it looks like she wants to kiss me. However my attention is drawn back to the cup of steamy coffee on the counter.

Parody of the infamous Folgers Incest commercial.

Santa Conquers the Reptilians!

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Staring with blood-shot eyes at the flickering monitor screen, working the cigar smoke around in his mouth, Santa gazed longingly into the honest eyes of this revelatory prophet. Alex’s masculine, wobbling jowls flushed with righteous indignation as he tore on, fire in his hazel blue-green eyes. Santa hung on every word “These fucking… These fucking ‘things, they’re goddamn lizards! Can you imagine? Goddamn lizard people, running the world!” Santa soundlessly mouthed along with Alex’s passionate rant, mouth agape in awe. “Weather wars, earth-quake weapons, false-flag mass shootings, stuff I can’t even TALK about! They are CHURNING OUR CHILDREN into fucking ADRENOCHROME! all this SHIT is being thrown at us from their underground bases! And do you know where this is being centrally conducted from, my loyal InfoWars viewers? A base on the motherfucking moon!” Alex continued, making explosion effects with his hands and mouth for emphasis.

Santa nodded to the brave orator on the screen, vowing quietly “Not today, not this fucking Christmas. This stops here.” as he radioed the flight-tower of his airstrip and sled-hangar, ordering his sleeping reindeer be readied.

When Alex fills Santa in on the scoop about adrenochrome supping reptilian ne’er-do-wells, Santa knows what he must do this Christmas. Save the earth from these despicable alien invaders, and simultaneously reward a young child, scorned and ridiculed for her sublime innocence.

The Friday of Villainesses

Let’s make prompts about the antagonists, those like us but morally opposed; our greatest (female) adversaries.

December 10th, 2021

True Love’s First (Cloacal) Kiss

https://prompts.aidg.club/2741

Import me!

With a plume of billowing green smoke, Maleficent began to transform. Sprouting huge tattered wings and a long serpentine tail, she grew bigger and bigger until she was a gigantic, winged monster. With black scales covering her body, and bright green eyes glowing in the darkness, she was a fearsome sight. Her tongue flicked in and out, tasting the air as she looked upon the Prince with malice and contempt.

“Come now, don’t tell me you’re scared of a mere dragon.” Maleficent teased, licking the side of her mouth with her long, forked tongue, “I can practically hear your heart beating through your chest. I can smell your intoxicating fear!”

Prince Phillip, however, did not back down. “I am not afraid of you, witch!” he shouted, “I will not let you hurt anyone else ever again!”

“Well, if it isn’t fear that I smell, what is it?” Maleficent asked, her tone becoming more contemptuous, “Is it desire?”

Normally when the villainess converts the hero over to her side, manipulating him with her body, and forcing him to fall for her and for her plans, it would be considered a bad end. In this case, since Maleficent is the best Disney girl, that doesn’t apply in this case, this is absolutely the best ending possible. Why would you pick some sleeping slut over the best dragon in media?

Ride the Tiger

https://prompts.aidg.club/2743

Vanna snatched the bottle of booze from his hand with neither the grace of a monarch or a lady, and drank it down in several impressive gulps, utilizing her incredible demonic constitution. The tiger-headed demon stared at him as he knelt, still glaring, but bleary-eyed, as she tore into a steak without breaking eye-contact. She hiccuped briefly, then emotionally hissed at him “H-how dare you speak to me as you did in front of the council. You think our past means you can act above your station and… and wait, what are– Stop that! What the hell!” she blurted out quickly, as Rana wordlessly stood up, and began slowly undressing before her. Vanna was so utterly confused by the sudden move that she didn’t know how to process the rapidly changing scene, the expertly emptied bottle of heavy liquor doing nothing to help. Rana stared over his fearsome mistress as he undressed, gazing at her soft, orange-white fur, streaked artfully with black stripes, her simultaneously muscular and feminine frame, her deep amber eyes, and realized that deep down, he wanted this too.

Rakshasa’s are animal-featured demons that have long inhabited the Indian sub-continent. In ancient Mythology, the terrible demon king Ravanna ruled over the destroyed fortress island of Lanka. In this story, his daughter has begun her quest to rekindle her fallen father’s tyrannical, violent legacy, though her greatest obstacle may be her closest companion, who the young tigress shares an incredible, and increasingly close bond with.

Under the Heel

https://prompts.aidg.club/2745

Everybody on the first floor immediately ceased their frenzy and quickly assembled into two makeshift parallel lines besides the main doorway as the shadows of two very large body guards opened the doors and rolled out a red carpet upon the floor. The novices shook in place from terror, while the veterans gulped in fear. Soon after the sound of clacking heels could be heard as a pale woman dressed in a sharp white suit slowly entered the building and stopped past the door’s entrance. A golden helmet obscured her face, but even so her intent and demeanor was known to all in attendance. Judging by the general hostility exuding from her and the multiple smoking bits of hair and clothing, it was safe to surmise that her latest encounter with the local crusader of justice had not gone as she had anticipated, and her killing aura desired nothing more than to surge outward and slay the whole of the buildings occupants.

Working under a villainess is hard work.

A Better, More Demonic World

https://prompts.aidg.club/2746

“Quiet, demon. You will fall just like all your underlings,” I reply, pointing my holy blade at her. A lot of my enemies try to talk, but at this point, I really do not have any time to spare for this idle prattle. A quick thrust will do away with her just fine, or so I thought. For as I stab forwards, expecting my sword to meet her flesh, she simply blinks out of existence, reappearing a few feet further away.

“Oooh, so forceful! You must be pent up beyond compare, great hero! I bet with all the demons, sorcerers, dark knights and more that need slaying, you must not have had a lot of time for laying, eh?” Again, she cackles, way too pleased at her own joke. “C’mon now, Rich—I can call you Rich, right?—I know a guy that hasn’t fucked in months when I see one. Is it really worth it, doing all this for some goddess with tits like mountains that never puts out?”

Another stab from my end, and another teleport from her. “Do not besmirch the great name of Taris with your vile demonic language, Pitchtail! I will cut you down where you stand!” I yell, even though I can’t help but feel like there’s something wrong here. This shouldn’t be this difficult.

The demon queen’s haughty behavior only intensifies with her amusement at my struggle. “Oh, what’s this? Can’t thrust like you used to, Rich? I don’t think you’ll be needing that sharp thing anymore, you’l just hurt yourself. Let me deal with that.” And then, with a swift move of her hand, my sword flies out of my hand and straight out a window. While I cannot see my own face, the expression on it must now be one of total shock. This wasn’t supposed to happen! Isn’t this exactly what Taris protected me against?

Again, she cackles, even louder this time. “Awww… did I take your toy away? If only your goddess had protected you against demon women like me! Oh wait… I’m not a demon woman. If only your useless goddess was able to cast more general spells, you wouldn’t be surprised when a demon boy shows up!”

When you set out to defeat the evil demon queen with protection from the goddess that prevents you from falling prey to seduction from demonic women, you didn’t expect the specific wording of the spell to be an issue. Turns out, you expected wrong.

Vampiric Mistress

https://prompts.aidg.club/2744

I tried to ignore her seductive looks, but my mind kept returning to the countess’ ample chest. Though, a question came to mind, one I had to ask. “Why would you need my help anyway? You’re a powerful vampire. What do you need a human hunter for?”

Anastasia’s eyes flashed red, and she leaned closer to me. “I am not all powerful yet. Many others seek my head, more than I can deal with. Attacking them myself would draw too much attention, but a vampire hunter doing so? No one will suspect a thing. Now, what do you say, little hunter? Will you join me?”

Anastasia’s words were sweet, but her eyes gave her true intentions away. She wanted me to work for her, but only because she knew I wouldn’t be able to resist her charms. That’s why she made the offer. And even though I wasn’t stupid enough to fall for her flattery, I still had to consider my options. If I refused, I’m dead. If I joined her, maybe I could survive.

“What kind of terms do you have in mind?” I asked, hoping to find a way out of this mess.

(You) are a vampire hunter who gets caught by a vampire.

Albedo Makes Herself a Toy-Ainz

https://prompts.aidg.club/2747

Today these emotions had come to a climax; Albedo-sama changed my voice to perfectly mimic that of Ainz. To test how true to the original my voice sounded I simply said her name, and told her she did a good job. I figured it was a simple enough thing. And it was, it made her happy. Too happy. Nobody could have expected how her joyous face twisted into a mask of mad ecstasy. Her arousal at hearing a perfect copy of Master Ainz’s voice echoing from my skeletal maw seemed to have triggered something inside her. She was panting as she looked me up and down, her long tongue darting out to languidly lash across her lush lips, her entire body vibrating with excitement.

Be Albedo’s toy. Things can get pretty weird, but it’s fun; at least to me.

Twisted Rose

https://prompts.aidg.club/2748

“After all the harm you’ve done? I’m pretty sure I’ll manage to choke the life out of you long before any help gets here.” You say confidently as you tighten your grip around her neck.

She simply laughs as much as she can as her airways begin to constrict. She says as mockingly as she can, “Then do it. But don’t expect to see your beloved Delilah again if you do.”

“What?!” You exclaim in surprise.

Her eyes widen in amusement as she continues, “Oh, did you really think she was dead? That was one of my sloppiest fake deaths and you fell for it so easily. I suppose love does cloud one’s judgment She’s still alive, he-ro.”

Your heart sinks and you let go of her neck. As she tries to pull away, you grab her and slam her back down against the concrete floor. You lean down close to her face and glare into her eyes. “Where is she?!”

She seems to enjoy the fear in your eyes as she answers, “Don’t worry, He-ro. She’s closer than you think.”

“Tell me!” You demand.

She looks up at you with pity in her eyes. “Do you really want to know? Could you handle the heartbreak?”

You are a bit disturbed by how genuine her normally monstrous voice is starting to sound.

“I’ll give you a hint. It’s a place you would never think to look.” She coos with a knowing smirk.

Capturing your nemesis was supposed to be something worth celebrating. It wasn’t.

Madam White Snake Abuses Privilege and Concubines

https://prompts.aidg.club/2749

Only hours later, Lady Bai shivered with perverse anticipation as the eunuch guards lead her through the emperor’s personal, walled, harem-complex. She had resumed her human disguise, but could barely disguise her leering, predatory gaze, which made the normally respected concubines shiver in fear as she passed. As she passed through the ornate grounds, she wordlessly gestured for the guards to gather women of her choosing, one after another, until the eunuchs were leading a congregation of four scared concubines, who wordlessly followed their directions in submissive grace. She had the guards lead the four, increasingly scared young women up to her new quarters in the harem complex. She beamed inwardly with pride, as she saw the imperial porters bringing expensive lacquered furniture and other lavish trappings to her room, at Huang’s bidding. As the eunuch guards lined the four concubines up in her room, Lady Bai flippantly dismissed the porters and guards with a wave, as the four women jumped as the large, wooden doors to her room shut firmly behind the last departing guard.

The witch shuddered with excitement, as she wordlessly marched back and fourth in front of the gathered concubines, who kept their almond-shaped eyes downcast as they waited for her to break the silence, “You women shall call me Lady Bai. Considering how incredibly intimate we are all about to become, I think it’s best if I dropped any pretenses about myself, or my intentions towards you all.” said smugly, as she dismissed her enchanted disguised, and assumed her true-form as a snake-woman.

Emperor Huang, first to unify China as a single empire, fears death. He has posted notices across the four corners of ancient China, calling for all who know of ways to extend life to visit his court and share their methods for Imperial boons. Two mystical, semi-spirit animal creatures that have long been at odds, the turtle Fahai and white serpent Bai Suzhen, sense an opportunity to curry favor with the powerful monarch, and set out to impress him. However, it is the girl-hungry snake witch Bai, with her promises of the life-extending effects of mercury, that earns Huang’s imperial seal of approval.

The Prince(ss) of Crime

https://prompts.aidg.club/2750

A smile creeps into his expression, and it’s not a welcoming, warm one. It’s a vicious, cold one, like a predator that is about to toy with its prey. “Alright, Jack, welcome to your new job. Here’s how this is going to go: When I speak, you listen. When I command, you follow. And above all… you don’t blab to anybody. If what you’ve seen here today gets out in any way, I will make sure you regret it for every last minute of what will be the very short remainder of your miserable existence, got it?” A wordless nod is all I can muster as a response, and with another one of those creepy chuckles, he takes a step away, giving me a better look at his entire figure in that dress. “I know you like how I look. Of course you do, I’m the best looking god damn thing your perverted eyes have ever been able to witness. And guess what… you’re going to fuck this beautiful thing, right now.”

A life spiraling out of control and increasing amounts of debt lead to you being drafted into the mob in order to repay it. However, you did not expect that you would end up being one of the people told to guard the boss’s son. And when you stumble into his room and see something you shouldn’t, your job is about to become a lot more… intimate.

Trapped by Mirai

https://prompts.aidg.club/2751

The whole circumstance was so strange that Richard hesitated too long and could only watch as an avalanche, set off by the strange roar, engulfed the cave’s only entrance in an icy wall of snow. The giggling returned. Thankful for the torch’s light a figure approached. Long, slender legs and a traditional robe walked into the light, revealing a beautiful young woman with the widest, most self-satisfied smirk Richard had ever seen. The brilliance of her eyes were so distracting it took a few moments longer for Richard to notice the woman’s head bore the ears of a fox, and a long, bushy paint-brushy tail was swaying behind her.

“You’ve such a heart of gold, dear Ranger,” the fox woman said, greeting Richard, who was still standing by the snowed in entrance of the cave by way of a courtsey, “My name is Mirai and you will be my plaything. Oh, and worry not about the dame you thought was chased into this cavern by a ferocious beast. That was I. Come now. Enter my cavern proper so that we may speak.”

You only had good intentions. Instead, your good Karma only lead you astray, straight into the clutches of a feisty Kitsune; during winter no less! Check easy mode for easy snusnu.

Close Encounters of the Erotic Kind

https://prompts.aidg.club/2754

The simple farmer man could scarcely believe what he was seeing, as a grey-skinned alien with huge, black, almond-shaped eyes strode through the swirling fog and approached the slab he was immobilized against. The creature’s body was far thinner than a humans and showed no trace of hair or muscles, a thin, foil-like alloy material covering the creature’s Lanky body below the neck. It had a small, narrow mouth, and no ears, chin, nose besides two nostril slits, or other distinct facial features on its perfect, smooth grey face. His mind was a chaotic flurry as he gazed at the alien creature calmly approaching him. He became even more confused, as the alien grey communicated wordlessly with him, its shrill, feminine voice telepathically ringing through his head, <Do not worry human, I do not intend to harm you. My people require something incredibly precious from you; we need your seed. Do not bother trying to verbally communicate, I can read your mind.> As soon as the alien mentioned that it could read his mind, Edgar’s thoughts spontaneously raced through every terrible deed or dirty thought he had ever conceived of, as the terrified yokel tried to steady and organize his thoughts as the alien released a strange “Ack-ack-ack-ack!” sound at his distressed, guilty thoughts, and he realized it was laughing at him.

Edgar Cletus is a secluded Montana flax farmer, content to continue his life of self-imposed isolation, until an other-worldly being abducts him from his beat-up pick-up truck, and takes the naive farmer incredibly far outside of his comfort zone. This strange interplanetary interloper seems to be interested in stealing his precious seed and his long guarded V card, using the primitive Earth man to satisfy her/its own debasement kinks.

The Slaver of Gratia

https://prompts.aidg.club/2753

Our family has made its wealth off of the slave trade. There once was a time when a slave from the Servitos family would have been worth a small fortune, known for their obedience and good pedigree. However, the family business has dwindled over the years. My uncle was the last one in the family actively training slaves. I had not considered taking up the trade until I saw on paper just all that would receive in inheritance. My uncle’s estate is on the edge of the city of Gratia and has been in the family for generations. The manor is equipped with everything someone would need to keep and train slaves. The more I thought about it, the more interesting the idea had become. The life of your typical aristocrat was starting to become drab to me and there was something romantic about the idea of rejuvenating the family business. So I decided to do just that. I sold off some of my remaining assets and packed my things.

You are the descendant of a famous slaver family in a Victorian fantasy world. Your family has slowly moved away from slaving and your uncle was the last. Now that he has passed he has left his estate in the city of Gratia to you.

The Villainess’s Fate After Reaching The True End

https://prompts.aidg.club/2755

But before he could condemn me to death like a common criminal, that woman interrupted him. A quick whisper into his ear, a soft sadness around her eyes. Amelia Sternenbund. Did she believe I wished for her pity, that whore? And she is so close to him. Just watching that made me wish to rush at her and claw at her eyes—it wrenched my heart. Surely the guards would cut me down on the spot before I could even scramble to my feet, so all I could do is wait for my beloved to pronounce my sentence. His eyes widened and he continued to speak.

“By the mercy of your future queen, you shall be incarcerated for life without parole and never again see the light of the sun. Guards, take her away!”

Burly hands roughly grasped my arms and shoulders, pulling me away from the Prince’s icy gaze, my knees scraping over the pebbles, the trivial pain barely registering over the anguish filling my mind at losing him to that filthy peasant whore.

You are Lady Anthesia von Eisenburgen, the betrothed of Prince Lichterstahl. Well, that would be ex-betrothed, because despite your relentless efforts in bullying her out of the academy, that filthy peasant thieving cat who always plays the goody two shoes has stolen him away from you and now even your final—very final, if it had succeeded—plan against her has been revealed.

Devil Mother

https://prompts.aidg.club/2756

Raising his spear higher and aiming true for her black heart, the hero growled in the depths of the darkness, “You were the one to rob me of my mother, you heartless bitch!” the seventeen-year-old hero yelled in a rage, the vivid images of the Devil Queen’s troops sacking Vautur’s home in his younger years, and his late parent screaming for help before her demise flashing in the corner of his memory.

Although having realized that this stranger possessed a personal grudge against her, the old woman was not yet deterred in her attempts at pleading for her life and well-being. “I meant no harm to you!,” claimed she, despite not having the first clue of what the young hero meant, and continuing to cling at the wound, hoping in vain for a miraculous miracle of the gods themselves. “Pity my plight! My p-plea for clemency! If you desire, I shall reform my vile and wicked ways! Yes, yes! No longer will my minions ravish, plunder, and pillage in the streets and villages of human land! So, prithee! Spare this elderly devil of her life, young sir!” cried out the wicked, red demon as she begged the man who bested her in battle in the middle of her castle itself.

The oil chandeliers overhead shined their flickering candlelight against the dark marble floors of the grand castle’s great hall. “Then, become mine, you wicked witch,” the blond human commanded. “You took something precious away from me, so you shall now pay by providing another. Become my mother, or you will perish.”

“W… What?”

After a long war with the monsters, the young, orphaned Vautur saved humanity by defeating the wicked Devil Queen once and for all, the same woman responsible for his mother’s death. But, it turned out the young human had other plans for the likes of the ageing, elderly queen of all monsters…

Unexpected Villain

https://prompts.aidg.club/2757

“A pity, then…” Regnor says in a disappointed tone. “Then your endeavors shall end here!”

Regnor takes his War-Axe in hand and jumps straight at me.

I’m ready for it.

In my previous battles with him, I figured that the key to his might is his enchanted heavy armor. With it, it’s impossible for me to harm him with any means I have.

For that reason, I’ve searched and acquired a magic artifact: The fabled ‘Hephaestus Hammer!’ A pocket-sized hammer capable of dismantling even the Gods’ weapons and armors.

As he leaps through the air, I dash forward myself.

Overconfident in his armor, Regnor holds his Axe high and leaves his defenses wide open. That’s when I strike.

I carefully strike his abdomen with the tiny hammer, and a loud, high-pitched *PING* sound echoes through the throne room.

The small hammer immediately shatters in my hand.

Surprised by the unexpected sound, Regnor doesn’t complete his overhead swing, and instead quickly kicks me to the side.

I endure the hit and roll back to my feet.

“What the- What did you just do!?” Regnor asks. And just as he does, a crack appears on his armor, right where the ‘Hephaestus Hammer’ struck. “N-no way!”

Before the Regnor could do anything, the crack expanded until it covered his entire heavy armor, causing it to explode shortly after, scattering smoke and metal shrapnel all around.

Prompt about fighting the main villain of an epic story. The villain in question wears a big, bulky, and dark full plate armor, and wields a badass Battle-Axe! Except there’s a twist…

Madam Silverpaw the Villainess Fox-Thief Faces Masculine Justice

https://prompts.aidg.club/2758

The blue spandex-clad man sauntered up to her raised dais, arms imposingly crossed over his chest, as he regarded her with an affable nod, his outrageous, bulging muscles rippling under his tight, flamboyant garb. “Madam Silvarpaw, I see your addiction to rare art and exotic cosmetics has left your criminal empire destitute again! Robbing banks? Doesn’t that seem a bit below a villainess of your caliber?” he said condescendingly, a smirk revealing his blinding-white teeth. The fox woman was incredibly tired of this man’s shit, as she struggled to maintain her composure in the face of this looming clash.

“You’ve fallen right into my trap, Nipple-man, but even your accursed powers won’t deliver you from your final fate at my furious cla– fangs!” the kimono-clad super villain shrieked down at him, trying to sound confident. “Animal-Squad, attack!” she declared triumphantly, as she pressed the secret button that activated her under-foot henchman deployment platforms to emerge from trapdoors in the floor. Her vulpine face dropped in panic, as she realized her platforms had only produced three, scared-looking minions that visibly trembled before the legendary Nipple-man.

Madam Silverpaw is an ingenuous kitsune villainess brought to desperate measures, as she uses her technological marvels to rob a local bank. Her heist is quickly thwarted, however, by a masked vigilante keen on ensuring Justice is swiftly served for the felonious fox lady.

Mistress Mei Teaches Dark Magic

https://prompts.aidg.club/2759

With a slow motion, Mei peeled away one of her velvet gloves, exposing manicured digits, “What do you know of my species, young master?”

Was this a quiz? Mei’s subtle questions often birthed greater inquiries. “Of the Hakutaku? You are excellent teachers; that much is obvious.”

“What else?” She was clearly leading me to a certain conclusion, like a sheepdog nipping at the heels of its flock.

“Your kind can transmit knowledge through touch.” Though it seemed like common knowledge, it wasn’t until that moment that I realized Mei had yet to actually touch me; I blushed.

Mei grinned, “How adorable. Yes, perhaps it’s time I teach you something about our kind. Touch me, young master.”

Taken in by an enigmatic Hakutaku named Mei, you’re pushed to the limits of the dark arcane arts. Mei’s peculiar motivations remain a mystery, yet there is something alluring about her wicked schemes.

In Sickness and in Health

https://prompts.aidg.club/2760

Professionalism meant that Vera had to compartmentalize her thoughts and emotions whenever dealing with clients. Still, it was nigh impossible to ignore the chasm between the bickering couple; one was stern and regal, while the other was friendly and modest. Experience taught her that opposites attract, and so she could guess at the source of their argument by listening to their conversation, even if she had to force herself to keep a straight face.

Vera let out a sigh to clear away the tension in the air. “Do you feel comfortable sharing details now?”

“Yes.” Mara placed her palms together and rested them on her lap. “But first, I should admit to my real identity.”

“Please do.” Vera pulled a chair over near the couch for the husband, but Joachim motioned for her to take it instead, choosing to remain standing.

After a brief pause, Mara spoke again, “I am Death incarnate, in human form.” Her voice sounded confident and unwavering, betraying none of the nerves that came with such a confession.

An unsurprising shiver ran down her spine. “You’re kidding.”

Marriage counseling is a rough job. Even more so when Death knocks on the door and demands an immediate appointment.

Blood for the Blood… Girl?

https://prompts.aidg.club/2761

“What a big man…all that warm, icky goodness’…” She giggled again, this time with an edge of madness to it. A sagging, burgundy cap flopped from the crown of her downy, white locks; characteristic of her species, “Don’t be shy now!”

The creature’s nature was not lost upon me, a crimson glow filling her cheeks and pupils dilating until they were little more than pinpricks. “You know what I want.” The white, gossamer gown that clung to the pint-sized butcher teased her prepubescent form; horns the color of coagulated gore poked past her brow.

“Please,” my voice was barely a croak, “I can’t take anymore…”

The pitiful display coaxed a wicked laugh from the Redcap, a sound like the tinkling of broken glass. “What’s the matter? Scared?” She stepped closer, the hem of her dress dragging across the wet grass. “You know,” a tiny foot flashed forward, pale toes pressing into the softness of my crotch, “you’d make a pretty good husband…or a nice, stiff piece of meat.”

Cornered by a lewd little butcher, you’re quickly fucked into husbandhood.

Amorous Alien Xenomorph Queen

https://prompts.aidg.club/2764

But before the mercenaries could deploy the final part of their non-lethal immobilization equipment, the dark xenomorph reared up, pulling with its incredible strength against its chemical bonds. The beast shrieked an inhuman yowl, as it ripped itself forward with frenzied motions, the struggle cracking the creature’s carapace in places, as its bright-green blood spilled out, and filled the room with an acidic scent. The blood sizzled as it encountered the restraining glue, and dissolved it away, as the creature charged his squad before they could even start switching to their pulse-rifles. John felt distant and numb to the carnage that surrounded him, as he dispassionately watched the creature’s long, spinal, jointed tail sweep across the soldiers, the bladed tip bisecting several men in one arc. He felt more warm than afraid or disgusted, as he was drenched in blood from the carnage, as he slipped on the cave-floor and hit his head hard. John decided to rest on the cool cave floor for a moment, as he barely noticed a huge shadow looming over him. His intoxicated vision was rendered even blurrier by the hard fall, and he had trouble making out the alien’s eyeless, snarling maw as it slowly lowered over his face. Entranced by the strange situation, he tenderly reached out and grasped at the side of the huge alien xenomorph’s long, thick, tapering head. The creature’s saliva dripped over his face, as he marveled at it’s imposing, metallic-hued fangs, as his consciousness faded.

Some bug fug. Fug de bug, or de bug fug you.

Kyuubi-sama and I

https://prompts.aidg.club/2766

“Hmm, so I was right, you smell like a boy… W-what is the meaning… of this…” she said, gesturing at his manhood, a strange emotion over-taking the powerful, predatory fox deity’s face, her eight tails swishing around the air in agitation. The shame-faced youth got on his knees before the stormy-tempered master of his village, hoping beyond hope that he could somehow salvage the terrible insult, as he breathlessly explained “I.. even though I’m a boy I can’t do any physical work.. I’m useless! But because I look like… this… they told me I could replace a girl, when the time for your offering came, so…” he trailed off weakly, as he stared dumb-struck at Kyuubi-sama.

He realized, awkwardly, that Kyuubi-sama was weeping as she intently listened to his story, regarding him with a piercing, emotional stare as she daintily dabbed away at the corners of her teary-eyes with a silken-handkerchief.

The desperate elders of a fox-people village are forced to make a hard choice. Their patron guardian deity, a magically powerful nine-tailed kitsune, requires regular sacrificial, ceremonial offerings of the village’s best young women. Reluctant to continue relinquishing their prized daughters, they offer up instead a hapless, effeminate orphaned male youth to sate the predatory fox-spirits need for live, sentient flesh. But instead, the dominating guardian deity finds comradely, intimacy, and perhaps a sense of decency in the embrace of her new, inexperienced paramour.

An Apple a Day to Keep Old-Age Away

https://prompts.aidg.club/2767

Finally, she spoke the name of the creature that would co-inhabit her body briefly, just long enough for the terrible deed to be done, “Pah-Ras! Pah-Ras! Hylo-ton! Hylo-ton! Inhabit my body, eat your fill, and grant me the bounty I seeeeeeeeeeeeak!” Agatha rasped out, the last word drawing from her throat like a death-rattle, as the witch’s antique muscles twitched and writhed unnaturally, as she felt a grim presence enter her, her entire body buzzing as if covered in flies, until the disturbing sensation seemed to internalize and fill her blood. Slowly, Agatha could feel an incredible hunger enter her body, a hunger unlike any other.

Somehow, the witch knew, she could not feed this hunger with her mouth, oh no, this particular demon preferred inhabiting a different part of the witch’s female anatomy. “Hope, oh dear sweet hope. Could you show your old, Auntie Agatha what it means, to be a good wife to your future husband? Come close dear, don’t be ashamed…” the witch said, as she raised her robe high, revealing her hairy snatch, which twitched and wriggled unnaturally as she approached the submissively kneeling elf. Hope barely regarded the strange scene, as the witch woman’s snarling snatch closely approached her placid, serene face, Agatha excitedly yelling out “Come on dearie! Give Auntie a big wet kiss!” as she spread her legs over Hope’s sweet, innocent face.

Agatha Hazelbrook is a crazed, blasphemy-spewing old biddy, who is rapidly approaching the end of her rope. Hoping to avoid her destined meeting with lucifer for another few centuries, Agatha has been communing with some Ugly Spirits to get the scoop on how to keep up appearances, as she extorts an indebted monarch into providing her the critical ingredient: Innocent, virgin elves.

Succ, the Succening

https://prompts.aidg.club/2768

“My soul,” Jonah replied immediately, causing Jezzebel to pause, her brows furrowing. “Your own soul? You wish to forfeit your existence for one night of passion with a demon of your own summoning?” she asked incredulously.

Being questioned about his offering like that made Jonah worry. “I-is that not enough?” was all he could muster to ask. Again he gave Jezzebel pause, before she exploded into raucous laughter.

“Not enough? Not enough, little human? The society you live in must value their own lives very little if you think your own soul is such a tiny wager,” she said, the amusement draining form her voice with every word as she leaned down, cupping your face with both hands, the glow of her eyes intensifying, “But no matter. You’ve offered your soul as the payment to lay with me; and it is with the utmost pleasure - for myself at the very least - that I accept your generous offer, dear human. With this our pact is sealed.”

You’ve made the virgin mistake of summoning a succubus and instantly offering all of your soul for one single otherworldly romp.

The Friday of Animals

Let’s make prompts involving the animal kingdom; the diverse fauna coexisting alongside us on this small blue planet, breathing, moving, and living as we yet so clearly distinct—a testament to life’s wonders.

November 26th, 2021

Seamen World

https://prompts.aidg.club/2614

I can hear the crowd starting to get restless, I know that if I don’t do something fast, they’re going to lose interest and leave. Dropping the ring in the pool, I start rubbing her dorsal fin in an attempt to calm her down and get her to regain her composure. “It’s okay Cindy,” I reassure her, “I’m just trying to help you concentrate, so we can show them how amazing you are!” I rub her fin some more, feeling her smooth, rubbery flesh, and after a while, she snaps out of her trance.

“Alright, sorry folks!”, I announce to the crowd, “It Looks like Cindy just needed a little motivation to perform for you all today!” I hold up the ring again and look back over, only to see the dolphin with her belly in the air. Her large, muscular tail is thrashing against the water, almost beckoning me to come closer. Worst of all, looking down at her nether regions, I can see that her slit is engorged, completely swollen, and dripping with anticipation for something.

My heart sinks, and I quickly realize that Cindy must have recently gone into heat. That would explain why she isn’t listening to me…

Everyone loves MarineLand? Well it seems some people like it a bit more than others… Well, the crowd is here for a show, I guess you and your dolphin are going to give them what they came here for…

Mudsdale Used Body Press!

https://prompts.aidg.club/2636

Stepping inside, I can see her there in the middle of the stable, pressing herself up against one of the wooden pillars. She’s rubbing furiously back and forth against it, trying to scratch an itch or something. Her eyes are completely glazed over and she’s completely lost in the moment as her whole body writhes and twitches, her tail swishing from side to side haphazardly. As I whistle to get her attention, she suddenly stops and turns around to look at me. The look on her face says everything, something is clearly bothering her, and that’s not normal for Cappuccino.

Walking up to her, I start to pat her on the back to cool her off, the mud covering her smearing into my hand, but it only seems to excite her further. With a loud whinny, she starts trembling under my touch, her tail whipping back and forth even faster now, splattering dirt across jacket. She seems much warmer than usual, and I can only notice how damp her coat is, her sweat dripping onto the ground beneath us in a muddy mixture. Oh god, I hope this doesn’t mean what I think it means…

Weighing in at over 2000 lbs, mudsdales are heavy horses, and when they want something, you better give them it. When found between a horse and a hard place, you better hope your pelvis survives the pressure of mare ass.

Kalphite Queen Head

https://prompts.aidg.club/2630

Before I can turn around and leave, one of the guardians starts to signal to the queen, obviously having noticed me. The venom has sapped my strength to the point where all I can do is watch as she turns around and spots me, her antennae waving chaotically around as the group approaches me. My heart races as the kalphites then start to sniff at my armour, gently poking and prodding it with their huge mandibles. Still dazed from the venomous bite, I find myself frozen in place as this strange situation plays out before me. Slowly, one by one, my armour is removed by the kalphite queen’s guardians, until I’m left in nothing but my leather breeches and boots. As I stand there naked before them, they stop moving and sit motionless, waiting for further instructions from their queen.

Getting a blowjob from a giant, monster bug? I guess that’s one way you’re going to complete the desert hard diaries (runescape joke).

A Dog-Girl in Heat

https://prompts.aidg.club/2639

The feel of her soft breasts against me sent a shiver up my spine. My mind went blank for a second, and I found myself staring down at her. Her face was flushed, and she looked so cute. I snapped back to reality and tried to focus on getting dinner ready. “Okay, let me finish up,” I said, turning away from her. I prepared a few more things for dinner with her hanging onto my arm and then we went to sit on the couch together.

Skye laid herself across my lap and looked up at me. I always knew she was a cutie, but I hadn’t realized how beautiful she had become until now. She wore a simple blue skirt, and her blouse was unbuttoned partway down, revealing her cleavage. I couldn’t help but stare at her chest. What’s going on with me today, I wondered. I felt so strange.

She looked up at me adoringly and I recalled her symptoms: feeling hot, unable to get comfortable, excessively clingy and affectionate… All symptoms of a dog-girl in heat, but there was no way that could be true, right?

Your sweet, innocent pet dog-girl, Skye, has gone into heat and her pheromones drive you wild.

Dread Pirate Gloria and Her Voracious Wolf Fluffy

https://prompts.aidg.club/2640

“N…nooooo! I have rich family members, I’m worth so much more to you alive, than as food for your beast!” said the terrified elven slut, trying one final time to plead her case. Gloria walked up to the elf and grabbed her head assertively by her chin, turning it to face her own, as she leaned forward.

“Listen, bitch, the choice has been made. I am not interested in hearing you complain, and whining isn’t going to make a difference, believe me. So if you’d be so kind as to take your big head, and stick it into Fluffy’s waiting maw?”

In this story, a domineering fox woman/kitsune pirate captain leans into her obsession with keeping her large pet Dire Wolf over-fed on prime females of various shapes and sizes, looted from her daring naval exploits.

Feathered Serpent Mayan ‘Goddess’ Enjoys Sacrificial Female Feast

https://prompts.aidg.club/2642

Kuku felt excited beyond belief, she knew today was her birthday, and that Zola was preparing a particularly delicious feast of girls for her to devour, whole and alive. Kuku started drooling at the thought of it, her hungry serpent stomach rumbling, as she fidgeted and slithered around in her bed. Zola finally came to the doorway, her expression grim and solemn as she bowed deeply before the living sacred idol of her god. After performing the necessary oblations before the deified serpent, Zola spoke in her deep, husky voice “The sacrificial offerings await outside your chambers”

A gluttonous serpent honored as a living embodiment of a god is offered a seemingly endless parade of pious young women to feast on. Her priestly manager, Zola, has grown numb from seeing the boisterous, growing serpent consume countless live women, and has prepared a special feast of loyal young female acolytes, oiled for the feathered snake’s enjoyment. Most promising of all, is the slimy, brightly-colored frog girl that has been proffered for Kuku’s enjoyment; little does the snake deity know, but this special treat’s skin is intensely hallucinogenic!

Fat Knot Rock

https://prompts.aidg.club/2643

Kyra stared at it for a moment before taking a step closer. The stone was cold and damp, and it felt good to touch it. The dragoness pressed her snout against the tip, sniffing at it curiously. It smelled faintly like earth and wet rock. She rubbed her face against it, feeling its rough texture against her scales.

She knew she was being absurd, flirting with a random piece of land that resembled a dragon’s genitalia, but there were no witnesses here. Nobody would see what she did next. This was an act of pure madness, but her body was screaming for relief, and she couldn’t deny it anymore.

A dragoness in heat, desperate for more private relief, accidentally shish kebabs herself in the middle of wyvern territory.

Unwanted Allure

https://prompts.aidg.club/2644

Klyiarna’s claws were curled around a silver goblet that she lifted, swirling it in her paw and sniffing the liquid inside. She set it down on a nearby table and glared down at Rilka. “Leave us.”

With that, the queen rose from her cushioned seat, and the guards withdrew from her presence. Rilka’s legs trembled, her heart pounded painfully in her chest, and she felt dizzy with fear. She stayed on the ground, head bowed and staring down at the polished stone, unable to lift her eyes until she heard pawsteps coming towards her.

“…You drank some, didn’t you?” Klyiarna growled, stepping close to her. Rilka could feel the warmth of the dragoness’ breath against her face, and… was that drool pattering against the floor? Was the royal actually slobbering at her? No… that couldn’t be right.

The alchemist raised her eyes and looked at the monarch’s muzzle, then up at her, her pupils widening with terror as the queen loomed even closer. She reached for the collar of Rilka’s dress and tore open the front, revealing the vial hidden there. “Hrrrr… Naughty girl, you’ve derailed all my plans for you tonight…” The queen snarled, then snapped up the bottle in her talons. “Do you realize how distracting you’re being, swanning around, practically glowing with allure?”

Rilka’s muscles tightened reflexively, and she tensed, her tail thrashing back and forth in alarm. ‘Your plans?! How in the skies did I catch the attention of the queen of all dragons?!’ she wondered frantically.

A dragoness proficient in alchemy accidentally doses herself with an allure potion, unknowingly kindling a desire held secretly by one of the most powerful dragons in the kingdom.

Griffon Rider Knight Helps His Bird-of-Prey Dispense Gooey Justice

https://prompts.aidg.club/2646

Peter had noticed his griffon taking a particular liking to ‘punishing’ the female reprobates by swallowing them whole and alive, earning her a fearsome reputation among the female criminal class in the city. Peter almost found it chilling how much Zara seemed to enjoy and indulge in the squirming resistance of her live female prey, as they were sent wriggling down her beak, into her wide griffon gullet, down into her tight, stretchy stomach, which was covered in soft tan fur. Peter had come to learn with grim disgust, that many of the women Zara swallowed could last for days in the griffons slowly churning gut, before her weak stomach acids would finish digesting them to death. Truly a grim fate, but Peter rationalized that justice must be served.

A brave knight and his fearsome griffon stead become the hapless arbiters of cruel justice in a kingdom dependent on draconian punishments to enforce their corrupt rule of law. Four young women are sentenced to an unspeakable end, for the simple crime of selling their bodies on the streets. Prostitution without a license being a capitol offense in Devo, due to the corrupt ruling council’s eagerness to force more women into their many abusive brothel establishments. Note for continuing the story: Several days after dispensing justice, a desperate farmer approaches Peter. The impoverished dunkard of a farmer cannot afford to feed his many, many daughters or pay their dowries, and hates the thought of sending them to the whorehouses, so he requests the knight give several of his older girls a ‘dignified’ end in Zara’s belly.

A Ride Out

https://prompts.aidg.club/2650

Still, the shock of it all has me falling into silence for a while, simply brushing my horse without responding. But since I don’t protest, he simply continues. “If push comes to shove, you would be taking over as duke, my liege. As his only descendant, you have a clear claim and no rival claimants. And that is why I have taken an interest in you recently—I had to confirm for myself that you would be a good ruler. Thankfully, my instincts about you were correct.” With a smile on his face, he walks over to me and starts petting my horse. “How someone treats animals can tell you a lot about a person, and everything you’ve shown me tells me that you are kind-hearted and caring. You do not deign yourself above caring for an animal, even though a noble of your station would always have the servants take care of it. Even though I told you to do it, you never complained or resisted in any way, and your horse is repaying you for it. I can tell he likes you a lot, and trusts you. And I trust you as well, my liege. So if we were to put our plan into action… would you support us?”

All I can do is nod as I finish up the brushing. Turning to face Anders, his face lights up. “I knew I could believe in you. But now that we’ve talked about my secret, how about we talk about your secret?” he then says, and my heart skips a beat.

As the prince and sole heir of a small duchy, you have spent your life so far in luxury, isolated from the political intrigues of the realm. But on one of the riding lessons, your tutor, the marshal of the duchy, reveals some troubling news of discontent at court and requests your assistance if things should escalate. And then, he also reveals that he knows a few… intimate details about you.

Chateau au Chattes

https://prompts.aidg.club/2651

Looking up from where you lay you saw a tall, well groomed humanoid cat lady stood right before you. She was dressed in a royal looking gown, a gently smoking pipe in her hand. Behind here stood two other cat people, a redheaded female cat dressed in a maid outfit and a male cat with round ears in what you could only describe as a butler’s uniform. The crook-eared cat stood off to the side, seemingly embarrassed about having tripped you on your entry.

The lady gracefully nodded her head to you as your eyes met.

“Greetings, human. Your name is Jane, correct?” the lady asked with a voice that put your worries at ease.

The cat got more than your tongue this time around. At least you may have some fun.

Succu-joints, CH1! The Cold Embrace

https://prompts.aidg.club/2653

-><-

The room itself looked about as you expected. It was fashioned after an underwater cave with a small pool functioning as a waterway access to someplace else. There was only a couch and a bed shaped out of the stone the room is made of, so you decided to inspect the waterway. You could see a small black shape in the distance approaching you. Your succu-girl was part aquatic lizard, you could tell that much. But what would she be? The excitement had you panting.

Your succu-girl’s arrival, however, had you screaming like a girl. Instead of a small, slender amphibian slowly slipping out of the sloshing waters a behemoth of a succu-girl jumped out, announcing herself as Nilea as she wrapped you in an embrace that swept you off your feet. She stood as tall as you’d imagine a minotaur might. She had the head of a gator, snout and all a torso shaped like that of a well built amazon woman and a tail as long as your body.

“It is not often one of your kind seeks the services of a queen of the Nile, such as myself,” Nilea cooed, her voice dominant and sappy. Her body was still dripping with water, her muscles glistening in the dim light of the cavern. A low rumble sounded from her throat as she turned her head to inspect you up close with one eye.

Visit joints, get laid.

Sheep Rekt

https://prompts.aidg.club/2652

As I get closer I start to make out what it really is:

A green creature wearing what seems to be a white leotard with layers of cotton poorly glued to it.

I’m baffled. A goblin came all the way out here to try and steal some lamb? And more importantly, did it really think such a crude disguise would fool anyone?

Before I can think of what to do next, I hear a high-pitched, scratchy, yet feminine voice.

“Keeheehee~ My plan was a success,” the goblin says. “None of them noticed I’m not a real sheep!”

A wily little goblin thinks she’s so smart: Disguising herself as a sheep to get into your herd to steal some lamb. Alas, her clever disguise is way too obvious. So you, the shepherd, decide to fuck with her.

Bat Intruder

https://prompts.aidg.club/2654

“Evening, citizen.” the man addresses you “Have you, by a chance, seen any bats tonight?” he starts to point the light to the corners of your room.

“No…?”

“You should close the windows so they can’t get in. They carry dangerous diseases, you know, little buggers.” the man continues with a smirk.

“Good idea. Thank you.” you walk toward the window and close it in the man’s face, then lower the blinds.

“I don’t have any diseases.” the girl says, sticking her pouty face from under the blanket. Wrapped in it she looks like a cute little loli burrito.

“What the hell are you, even?” you stare at her in confusion.

“Haven’t you realized yet? I thought vampires are quite popular in modern media.” she crawls out of her hiding place and stands up.

The pale skin of her naked body looks almost chalk-white, a stark contrast to her ruby-red eyes The long blonde hair wraps around her delicate form like a cloak but barely covers her front so you can see everything.

“Hey, cover yourself.” you turn your head away.

A bat flies into your house and you try to chase it away, but then…

Liquid Feargasm

https://prompts.aidg.club/2655

“So, you are Anon.” her voice echoed in my head, husky, deep, and filled with violent urgency. “My name is Kali. Your deeds have summoned me and I have answered.”

I couldn’t respond; stunned to silence by the massive predator who stalked me with an absolute confidence that shook my soul to its core. However, sensing my question, she answered.

“How did you summon me? Why, you drank the ritual drink to summon me. Now we are bound you and I.”

“W-what do you want of me?” I gasped as her tail caressed the small of my back.

“To complete the ritual.”

Her voice was like a church-bell’s toll. As she said those words, it felt as if no paths lead hence. Not waiting for my response, Kali loomed closer, her feline nose bristling at my limp cock.

“I shall take you, wholly.” she said. “You will belong to me and I will wring every drop of pleasure from you. I will use your body like a sexual object and drain from you every ounce of vitality. There is nowhere you can go to escape my power.”

“No,” I gasped under my breath, but in her presence this fate seemed assured.

“But it is not fun to simply take you, no,” Kali’s low growl becoming a deep purr. “I wish to hunt; to chase. So run! Run my little morsel. For once I have my way with you, I shall kill you.”

Kali stepped away from me, reclining nearby in the dream’s landscape. She stared at me, never blinking, as I stood there, too stunned to act.

“If you do not run,” she said curtly. “Then I shall be done with you presently and kill you where you stand.”

After drinking a strange, cursed, semen-laced beverage at a niche bar, you are plagued by nightmares of a sexually aggressive lioness. According to the legends, if she ever has her way with you in the dream, you die in real life. You must last seven nights haunted by the curse of the Liquid Feargasm before you are safe.

Turkey Tail

https://prompts.aidg.club/2656

The turkey, turned around and lifted its tail-feathers, revealing a moist, dripping cloaca. The turkey’s thick, powerful legs rippled with strength and invited me to the warm hole between. It quietly cooed as it waited for my action. Though no words were exchanged between us, we both shared an unspoken connection. In a moment of what could only be described as madness, I threw down my rifle and pulled down my pants.

While hunting for a Thanksgiving dinner, a young man encounters a turkey that has developed an unusual way of escaping her would-be killers.

Paladin Moralizes at Petulent, Predatory Dragoness

https://prompts.aidg.club/2657

Kason takes a moment to reflect on his own life, wondering if he’s made the right decision to raise a dragon, as he sits down to his meal. Kason suddenly hears a feminine voice in his head, as he feels a presence slide up next to him, as he realizes Kim has stealthily made her way into the tavern while invisible. “Wow, what do you think of that maid?” Kim’s cheerful voice rang out into Kason’s mind, as the dragoness sat down besides her paladin.

“I know you haven’t eaten in a while Kim, but I’m not sure about this. We should probably keep a low profile, so no one else notices us. Someone might miss her.” Kason replied in his thoughts, as he felt Kim’s slimy bifurcated tongue lick at his ear playfully.

“Oh, come on! What harm could a quick snack do, you really think anyone’s going to notice she’s gone before we are? You get to enjoy a nice warm meal, why not me? Besides, I’ve been craving some meat for a while now, and this is the perfect opportunity to eat something tasty!” Kim teased.

Kason is an earnest, but overwhelmed paladin, blatantly faltering in his charge of leading his life-long dragon ward, Kim, towards the path of Good. Despite years of moralizing and preaching at the playful young dragoness, she has leaned into her predatory nature and wantonly consumes numerous sentient women across the lands of Mendes. Following along her parental paladin guardian, often invisible, Kim does as she pleases as Kason battles the forces of evil and tries to steer her back towards a humane path. Remember, the dragoness can turn invisible, but the prey inside her stomach cannot! Possible plot elements to include later in the story: Kason feels bad about Kim’s prey, and tries to use healing magic and buffs to alleviate their discomfort, but only makes things worse. Kim uses good vs evil battle language as innuendo to goad the paladin into illicit love-making.

Smug Gnome Druid Fertilizes Forest With Amazons

https://prompts.aidg.club/2658

The small gnome, garbed in a heap of stinking, recycled rags and old-animal skins, sauntered out to the center of the glen and awaited the approaching war-party. As the tall, muscular Amazonian shield-maidens approached with characteristic zeal, wantonly trampling his herbal gardens, the gnome smirked smugly to himself, realizing they were dooming themselves as the hulking sergeant of the female troop called out to the small druid “Foul little stink-worm! I have come to face you in single battle like a woman! Face me if you dare, or be cut down like the animal you are!” though her bellowing words were mighty, Shamus could already see an unsteady, sluggish tilt spreading across the well-armed squad, as the women began rubbing their increasingly sore, stiff muscles. A look of concern spread over the sergeant’s face, as she called out “What foul devilry is—Hhyuurk!” her sentence was cut-off mid-word, as he jaw muscles seized and stiffened, the twelve or so women coming to an awkward halt as they simply froze in place, their impressive muscular bodies twitching and seizing as the paralytic plant venom kept them motionless. Several of the troop fell down, still frozen in awkward poses on the ground, as a gentle rustling in the tall glen grass could be heard, as something slithered nearby the incapacitated warrior women.

Shamus strode up to the stilled sergeant, calmly saying as he stroked his matted, gray beard “You women from your ‘mighty’ civilization think you have grown beyond the power of nature, that your farms and walls and dams can thwart and tame the elements, that you have become the absolute masters of all you see, but this is a grave error in thought. We are all a part of nature, a part of the cycle of life, and you haughty despoilers will soon find out exactly where you women rank on this forest’s food-chain.” with his speech over, the small druid let out a loud hissing sound, eliciting a louder rustling from the surrounding brush. The last remaining mobile part of the paralyzed Amazonian warrior women, their eyes, all swiveled to the mighty sight of a rearing anaconda, much larger than any snake normally should be, as its long, bifurcated tongue flicked at the air, tasting the scent of the women’s sweat and fear.

A gnome druid renounces civilization and finds peace in the natural world, until a militant nation of Amazonian warrior women sees his forest as the perfect patch of land to exploit for their burgeoning war-machine. The druid desperately tries to fend off this advanced, superior foe, using guerilla warfare, the forest’s might, and his hungry anaconda animal companion, which has defeated many burly harridans with its expansive stomach. Use Shamus’s powers to call animals, enchanted plants, and other natural allies to defeat the invading forces of civilization.

Animal Town

https://prompts.aidg.club/2659

My name is Bill Alger. I’m a human rookie architect from the big city, but I’ve been invited by the mayor of a new small town that was impressed by my work to help him plan the town’s development. The town is named Palm Leaf and is located between two mountains and close to the beach.

I’m really excited about arriving. I was happy to hear someone was interested in my work, I was starting to have trouble getting a job. Plus city life in the city has become repetitive and unfulfilling. Spending some time on a nearly private beach for a few months will be the perfect break. Then the light started to peer out of the darkness and the train had finally passed through the tunnel. Looking out the window again I saw the beautiful stretch of nature leading out towards the beach. From atop the hill, I can see a river flowing from the forest through the plains and out into the ocean. In the open area, there are a few buildings along a small road that must be the town. The train starts to slow as it approaches and I see the small platform that is the town’s train station.

Take on the role of Bill Alger an amateur architect the only human resident in the small town of Palm Leaf. Recently purchased from an elderly by Mayor Nook. He wants you to help him develop the town into a tourist destination.

Beasties and Swampy Cities - Guzzle

https://prompts.aidg.club/2660

A cacophony of giant insects and otherworldly life echoed through dense clusters of cypress trees as the night wore on. Neon lights flickered dimly through the gloom, casting a jaundiced glow. Steam rose up from the murky canals that infested and overflowed through the city, giving the place a febrile atmosphere. The deep hum of industrial machinery and the chaotic clangor of revelry and rough-housing filled the air. Big black eyes stared up at the encroaching fog—the eyes of a wandering opossum waif named Guzzle. Her fur was sooty, matted and filthy; she was a skinny creature, haggard and ragged, clad in a tattered sweater that hung loose about her shoulders. Hopping over a pile of broken bricks, she gazed blankly at the dim light of a leaning lamppost and clutched at the knife hidden beneath her sweater. “I’m ‘ungry,” the emaciated opossum muttered, licking her dry black lips. “Need to find somefin’ to eat.”

Guzzle tries to survive in the harsh city of Gutterstain.

Dog Almighty

https://prompts.aidg.club/2661

The dog walks out of an alley. Not many people notice it at first.

Soon, a boy riding his bicycle notices the dog.

“Doggy!” the boy exclaims, stopping his bike in its tracks and approaching the dog by foot.

He pets the dog and plays with it.

By the time the dog finally had enough and decides to go elsewhere, the boy leaves his most favorite action figure for the dog to use as a chewing toy.

Then the dog continues walking around the street.

Prompt where a “magic” dog is for some reason treated like a king by anyone around it.

The Gluttunous Beasts of Galon Intergalactic Zoo

https://prompts.aidg.club/2662

In fact, these shows where women are swallowed down screaming by the unique animals are often the most popular for spectators to watch. The cosmopolitan crowds are often fascinated, and even sickened, by the sight of hapless women being slowly dragged into the slimy maws of creatures capable of stuffing countless writhing female feeding slaves into their stretchy stomachs. Some of the zoo’s predatory creatures are so tame, visitors are allowed to walk up and pet their bloated stomachs. Some enjoy to marvel at the sight, feeling, and sound of the poor girls writhing in their dominating predator’s stomach, enduring a lengthy digestion process as zoo patrons gawk at their consumer’s bloated bellies and line up for photos. A particularly skilled and experienced tour guide is leading a group of excited tourists along the most popular zoo attractions the facility has to offer, during feeding time for the animals.

A capricious, callously operated zoo capitalizes on easy to acquire, but hard to care-for voracious alien beasts, by putting on grisly live-feeding shows for their morbid audience of high-paying spectators. A skilled tour-guide leads a gaggle of gawking tourists along to observe the zoo’s infamous live animal feeding shows. The tour guide, Avril, is exposing the eager, nervous watchers to the various feasting styles of the zoo’s bizarre animals, starting with the ever-popular gulp-lizard.

Adventure Family and Scouring the Pig Wood

https://prompts.aidg.club/2663

They really should have retreated from the woods but the young adventurers were a bit greedy and so sure of their ability to complete several quests in a row that they would be in for a quite eventful few weeks in these dank woods.

When Linko came to Violet this morning announcing that he had accepted a quest in the pig woods, she could barely contain her excitement. Maybe it would be possible to finally realize her fantasy.

Violet knows what fat pigs are really like. She imagines their three precious adventurer girls getting fucked and bred by them and how much cum they will spray out of those beastly penises. Violet loves these girls but she cant help it, Her pussy gets nice and wet when she thinks his son´s important childhood friends might end up becoming breeding cattle for fat pigs.

An nice adventuring group is torn asunder by the fetishes of the heroes mother. She wishes to see their darling girls become a fat animals livestock. This variation focuses on the fat pigs of the pig wood.

A Goblin and His Wolf

https://prompts.aidg.club/2664

From Piddler’s back, the goblin wildling had delivered swift justice to many unsuspecting elven archers with his rusty dirk. Piddler could pad along so softly on his big furry paws, that even an elf’s long ears often failed to detect the mounted beast prowling up from behind. Snignag had perfected the art of catching lone elves with Piddler, the dynamic duo sneaking up on, then startling their elf enemies during the crucial moments of ambush with a mighty howl and shrieking goblin war-cry. There was nothing the measly green goblin loved more, than laying haughty elven warrior low, and subjecting them to Piddler’s more bestial inclinations, as well as Snignag’s randy, wanton goblin sex-drive.

A small, malformed green creature happens upon the abandoned runt of a ferocious canine predator species, and a life-long friendship is born. Snigsnag the goblin rides Piddler the dire wolf like a knight riding a mighty steed, and in Quixotic grandeur, hunts the elves that have mercilessly tried to exterminate his diminutive species for centuries. His wolf is more concerned with getting his knot pleasured, and his belly filled, than Snigsnag is obsessed with mocking and degrading whatever hapless elf he can get in his stubby-green clutches, or under Piddler’s mighty, furry paws.

Not That Type of Dog Person

https://prompts.aidg.club/2669

Greg was lost as to what to do next. Jumping back onto the bed, he glanced through the window, and there he saw his reflection superimposed on the bedroom view he had grown to tolerate. He looked like the quintessential short-haired, pointy-eared, stray dog with cream fur—an appearance as noteworthy as he had been until yesterday. Behind him, a stiff tail wagged like a metronome. He had never fancied himself a ‘dog person’—the label made him groan; the irony even more so—but he had to admit he would have petted him, were not for his predicament.

One morning, as Greg Samil was waking up from anxious dreams, he discovered that in bed he had been changed into a mongrel.

Little Pet Shop of Horrors

https://prompts.aidg.club/2668

Eventually, the college student reasoned that this man must simply be dangerously senile, before leading Matt to a back-room filled with security monitors, as the old man pushed in an old VHS taped and said “Look, just watch this and you’ll understand.” as the fuzzy tape footage played, and Matt observed a security recording play out. It featured Yancy heaving the gigantic octopus Matt had observed earlier, which gripped around the old man securely with all eight appendages as he teetered and tottered under its weight, before awkwardly chucking it into a nearby floor-pool. Yancy motioned for him to look at a door which opened straight to the pool, as a dark-skinned Asian woman strode in, immediately falling into the water below, with the giant octopus. Matt’s heart started racing at what he saw, as he realized the footage looked genuine, as he watched the octopus wrap it’s slimy tentacles over her thrashing body in the turbulent water. “Keep watching, darn thing’s been debeaked apparently, so it puts on quite a show…” the old man mused, as Matt sat transfixed, watching the grizzly footage.

Matt is a financially strapped college student that hears about a lucrative job opportunity in a college town that doesn’t have much work to offer. The awkward freshman walks to the obscure location in his Sunday best, to try to land his first big job, only to be greeted by a huge, sprawling, dilapidated concrete compound, ominously titled ‘Yancy Randall’s Exotic Pets! (Tours by appointment only)’. Matt quickly discovers that the old man’s shop is the end-of-the-line for a bio-engineering lab’s many freakishly enlarged, woman-hungry mutant animals, as he is featured to a graphic depiction of what his new duties keeping the many pet animals ‘fed’ entails.

A Haunting at Goldenrod Academy

https://files.catbox.moe/dphmvu.scenario

“A few days ago, the student council president came in and told us that the dorms are haunted and she and her Pokémon had been possessed.”

“Then this sounds like something Professor Fir or the staff should handle, not the new student.”

“Well…” Whitney cleared her throat. “The student council president said we can’t let them find out about this. You see,” she began gesturing, “when she was possessed, she said it made her feel …strange,” Whitney looked down and blushed. “It made her do… things. With her Pokémon.”

“What kind of things?” Riley asked, feeling a hot flush sweep across his face.

“…Let’s just say none of the female students or council members feel comfortable handling this, and leave it at that.”

A young Pokémon breeder encounters a supernatural presence causing students and their Pokémon to act strangely.

The Friday of Office Women

Let’s make prompts about the corporate crusaders; our coworkers, supervisors, and secretaries, all possessing a quintessential womanly touch.

November 12th, 2021

Spess Loli on a Spess Station (SS13)

https://prompts.aidg.club/2539

All at once, the station’s AI delivers a robotic warning: ‘DANGER. THREAT ELEVATED TO RED: CRITICAL POWER FAILURE. POSSIBLE CULTISTS ACTIVITY. ALL SECURITY ARE PERMITTED TO CARRY WEAPONS. EMERGENCY SHUTTLE CALLED. AWAITING RESPONSE.’ The fluorescent lights of the interrogation room flicker and dull as the station switches over to auxiliary power; I can hear faint screams in the distance. Communications go silent.

I knew this shift was going to be a mess.

My wannabe arresting officer nearly careens out of her chair, quivering in place, “M-My uncle said this would be an easy assignment! I’m going to die with a bunch of peasants, aren’t I?” This kid isn’t a badass in the slightest, let alone commanding officer material; I shake my shackles to make my presence known again.

“Listen, uncuff me so we can get to the armory.” This girl is a mess, but at present holds all the power; her keycard is almost like a skeleton key given she’s a JCO. For a moment, I see her for what she really is: a scared little girl. I’m no action hero, but it would be pretty fucked up for me to just bolt on her, and again, I need her as much as she may need me if we wanna escape.

“Fuck,” a long sigh slips past my lips, “uncuff me and…I’ll do my best to make sure we make it out of here alive.”

The cuffs unlock with a digital ‘beep’, “You’re d-damn right you’ll do your best! I-I’m a top priority!” Behind that authoritative bark is a panicky child; tearful eyes and a quivering pout prove that.

Framed for a murder that you obviously didn’t commit, a pencil-pushing Junior Command Officer LARPs as security personnel for your interrogation; when the station comes under threat her façade is blown. Can you evacuate the station alive?

Akame Sings Metal

https://prompts.aidg.club/2563

It was hard to tell whether minutes or hours that had passed, though I assumed the former when Ms. Nagoi released a short sigh. The HR lead rose, giving her stocking clad thighs a quick brushing. Something compelled me to remain seated as she wordlessly passed over the crushed beer cans and abandoned eating utensils; Akame’s expression unaffectionate as as she reached the song selection terminal. Watching the passionless office lady spend so much time selecting a song was a slight mindfuck. Was she looking for something in particular? Or did she have no clue what to do?

It seemed that the electronic catalogue of songs was nearing its end, until Akame’s index finger settled upon some unseen number.

The room’s automatic lights dimmed as the petite woman took the stage, their rainbow incandescence replaced with a harsh shade of red; what song had she picked? I soon had my answer as a fiendish guitar rift penetrated the silence and nearly spooked me senseless. Akame’s head bobbed to the devilish trills, slow at first, then increasingly savage as if possessed by the spirit of ‘Metal’.

The feared Akame Nagoi is often viewed as a mute enforcer of corporate policy, quick to terminate employees as her responsibility of senior HR staff dictates. As the night progresses at a mandatory karaoke night, you alone witness Akame reveal her true colors.

SalemSales: A Lifelong Career

https://prompts.aidg.club/2564

“You know,” Seraph mused, her silvery eyes settling upon mine, “you should really relax more often.” We paused at the copying room before entering, my witchy companion pressing the creases of her dark, pencil dress. “It’s good for you.”

“‘Relax’,” I guffawed, “Please enlighten me, Seraph, what constitutes ‘relaxation’ in this office?”

She laughed. “I’m just saying, you’re not getting any younger, and you don’t look like you’ve been sleeping well lately.”

“Oh, I sleep fine,” I lied.

Upper-management had magically sealed me inside of the office a few years back; a handful supervisors complaining that I wasn’t there to provide a fresh shot of spunk to their morning cup of joe. Escape was impossible, and I’d consented to being their on-demand fucktoy with drab resignation, “Just can’t get enough of my work, I guess.”

Hired on as a mailroom associate, the witches of SalemSales see you as their perfect little cum-bag. What’s a guy to do but resign himself to his fate? Perhaps the opportunity to escape may arise? Probably not.

Dark Elf Cordelia

https://prompts.aidg.club/2576

“Did you buy these,” Cordelia inquired, a wary eyebrow raised, “because I was quite clear with the department’s ‘office planning’ committee concerning office-kitchen etiquette, I–”

“They’re donuts, Cordelia.” My eyes were half-open, a thermos of coffee glued to my lips; I had no time for the dark elf’s peculiarities and reached around to retrieve a syrupy, golden bun.

My lack of outrage to her plight, or apologetic groveling at minimum, made the neurotic gal nearly pop a gasket, “My point exactly! Your world’s artificially-sweetened confectionaries are - vile, insidious creations! My superior metabolism cannot adequately digest these alchemical abominations!” A small piece of sugary pastry fell from Cordelia’s lips as she ranted on about their nutritional content.

“Wait, are you eating one?” I asked incredulously, tilting my head to the side.

Exposed, wide-eyed, mouth agape, Cordelia shrieked, “What? N-No, I am not!”

Long after the merging of our worlds, Dark Elf Cordelia and I come to a peculiar crossroads as her addiction to sugary sweets compels her to make a most scandalous proposition.

Raika’s After Hours Confession

https://prompts.aidg.club/2577

“So, uh, are you gonna come out with me tonight?” I asked, hoping to get her mind off whatever it was.

“I’m heading home after I get my stuff; maybe later, dude.” It was as if every word was some effort to her, oozing angst.

My gut churned, “You’re not going to tell me why?”

She shook her head, “No, I’ve had my fill.” We’d arrived at her desk. Lo and behold, her personals were scattered across its top; the air hung thick with one-sided tension. Even as I looked to her eyes to find some inkling of vulnerability, Raika averted her gaze.

“Ok, cool. Well, see ya tomorrow then.” My tone was curt, I could feel myself getting angry. She might be upset, but I couldn’t let this go unchallenged.

“Maybe.”

There was a long pause. Even as Raika held her door keys, neither of us budged. In my peripheral vision, I watched her chest rise and fall with each breath. Then, finally, she turned to me, the weight of her stare heavy. Her lips parted slightly, she stared down at me, eyes pleading.

She looked frozen, so I started with an awkward affirmation, “You can tell me anything, you know. So if something is bothering you–”

“Can I?” she cut in, interrupting me. The last thing I expected was such sharpness from an easygoing friend, but I was willing to give her space to vent. With a sigh, she said, “You don’t even see me, do you? After all this time.” Raika’s voice was a whisper, as if she was talking through me; she shook her head in shameful disbelief.

The emotions of a one-sided infatuation explode to the surface after a corporate softball tourny, your tomboy BFF and officemate opening herself to you in ways never before imagined.

Bring Your Loli to Work Day!

https://prompts.aidg.club/2579

Authority and submission went a long way between us, so the message was immediately received. Maddy nuzzled her ebony locks into my neckline as we hugged to seal her apology, “Ok, ‘Daddy’, I won’t do it again.” The glaring size difference between us was apparent when we embraced; a whiff of Maddy’s natural smell exciting the part of me I generally kept subdued in public.

For 2 years, I’d trained Madeline to masquerade as my daughter, a deep rooted obedience ingrained into her psyche by rigorous Pavlovian conditioning. “Can I fix it so you aren’t upset?” Such an innocent question laced with deviant implication.

Just bringing my little plaything to work had been a burst of exhilaration, the danger of being outed only strengthening my lust; why did voyeurism excite me so? I looked around to make sure no one was lingering in the immediate vicinity of my desk; it was clear.

“I’m not upset, silly goose, but you can help me.” Maddy’s silken locks felt amazing as I massaged the dark crown of her hair, scratching at the little girl’s scalp to milk a childish coo. We were of one mind, my little sweetheart and I, a primal heat filling her cheeks under my ministrations.

Under the cover of ‘Bring Your Child to Work Day’, your lovely little loli accompanies you to the office for some down and dirty voyeurism. How many lewd hijinks can you get into before getting caught?!

Office Footsies

https://prompts.aidg.club/2582

At first it felt odd to repeatedly touch, massage and feel up Rochelle’s feet and lower legs, but you’d soon developed a taste for it. Hell, you even looked forward to overtime when Rochelle was around. Even just the sight of Rochelle walking past you could send memories of the feel of her hot and soaked feet, the gentle, feminine smell of her sweat to your brain. The resulting erections made you consider jerking off in the office restrooms, but you avoided doing that, for now.

>Be (You), working as a new-ish guy in IT under a sexy lady >Be lady, getting dumped on a holiday while working overtime alone with you Hilarity ensues

After Hours Performance Review

https://prompts.aidg.club/2583

“Come on in, not so timid, I don’t bite! Take a seat, John… I can call you John, right?” he asks, that wide smile never leaving his face.

Unsure in general, but sure of my station beneath him, I nod and give him a curt answer of “Of course, Mr. Adams.”.

The smile on his face is replaced by a look of mock disappointment. “Oh, John, you don’t need to be so formal. Just call me Steve, we’re all part of one big family here at GeneroCorp! Though we’re not related by blood, so we can love each other all we want, too…” he says, sexual tension already building between us just from his tone of voice and phrasing. Then, with one swift movement of his hand under his desk, the lamps in the room begin to dim and the candlelight starts taking over the lighting. It’s becoming more and more clear just what is going on here, and it seems like my boss is taking some sort of pleasure in making me squirm here, knowing full well that I can’t disagree with anything without putting my job in jeopardy.

With timidity audible in my voice, I just reply “Alright, M… um, Steve.”, then look away. Right now, I’m out of my depth in every way—I had no idea he would be this blatant in hitting on me. But at the same time… he’s cute. That smile of his seems so sincere, like he’s not doing this just because he gets off on the power dynamic of bossing around his subordinates, but is actually into me in a personal way. And there’s a part of me that is falling for it. Something about his immaculate feminine appearance is just so alluring that I can’t help but start feeling turned on by it.

It’s been a few weeks since the owner’s son has been installed as your new boss. While he has a few eccentric behaviors, none is more noticeable than his flamboyant behavior and his penchant for wearing women’s clothing. If only he didn’t look so god damn cute doing it, you might just be able to ignore it. Making matters worse, he’s called you into his office after hours for a one-on-one performance review…

A Boring Job

https://prompts.aidg.club/2584

“Good morning,” I greet them as I enter the office, sitting down at my tiny desk in one corner of the room. It’s the only desk without a PC on it as well, which is entirely inappropriate, considering that they hired me as a programmer. ‘Don’t worry, we’ll build you one tomorrow,’ is what Jake set on my first day, but now it’s been a week and I still don’t have a way to actually work on any code. I brought my own laptop to work today though. Up to now, I used to just awkwardly sit in the corner, all dolled up as required by my personal dress code and twiddling my thumbs while the guys glance over now and then and stare at my tits for a while.

You get hired as the only female employee to do programming at a small startup, but all you get is a bunch of brogrammers ordering you around, having you fetch coffee and making sexist comments. At least the pay is good.

Gay Comforts

https://prompts.aidg.club/2585

“Stay calm, [Anon], you’ll get through this day,” you tell yourself as you inspected yourself in your office’s bathroom mirror. A frown forced itself upon your lips as you kept staring, feeling your confidence falter at the sight of how much your eyes were trembling, giving away your anxiety. Today would be one of the most stressful days of your career. Your supervisor volunteered you to become a project lead a few weeks ago, and today you were asked to give your first report on the project’s progress. It was the first time ever you would do such a thing.

The week leading up to your report could not have gone worse, sadly. Some setbacks occurred, sure. But worst of all a new nickname for you spread around the office like wildfire.

Be an (androgynous) gay, do crimes. But only if it’s professional misconduct in the office.

Help me, coworker!

https://prompts.aidg.club/2586

CRRREEEEKKK

BDUSH!

A horrible sound is heard and the shelf above, perhaps because of her knocking against the wall, falls from its mounting and crashes on top of her.

“Are you okay?!” you jump from your chair and rush toward her.

“Eh? What happened?” she tries to get back up, but the rubble prevents her from doing so.

As you look closer, it seems the shelf did not fall on her directly but wedged itself around her body. Jess herself is unharmed but immobilized by the tangle of furniture in this embarrassing position.

“I’ll get you out of there, just wait.” you grab your phone and start taking pictures of that lovely butt sticking helplessly from the mess.

“What are you doing?” you hear her voice.

“I need to make sure it doesn’t collapse farther, so just…” you are stalling for time when you notice that she looks at you through the cracks in the wooden jumble.

“I, emm…”

“Do you… want to do it?” she says in a quivering voice.

Clumsy new girl got herself into a peculiar situation.

Office Goblin

https://prompts.aidg.club/2588

When the elevator reaches the 4th floor it stops.

‘Good, someone else to make this less awkward,’ I thought to myself.

But the door didn’t open.

‘Oh no…’

“Gwen… What did you do?” I instinctively ask the goblin.

“Eh? You say somethin’, newbie?” she responds, oblivious to our predicament.

“The elevator has stopped,” I explain. “It must have broken or something…”

I reach down my pocket to grab my smartphone, but it’s not there.

“Oh, great, I forgot my phone in the office! We’ll have to use yours,” I tell Gwen.

“As expected of the newbie, he doesn’t know anything!” she snickers. “He doesn’t even know that Gwen doesn’t have a phone!”

“What!? How does someone—an office worker not have a phone in this day and age!?” I say dumbfounded. “What do you even carry in that purse of yours?”

“Girl stuff~” she replies with a wink.

Get stuck in an elevator with a snarky goblin that inexplicably works in the same office as you.

Office Loli in Space

https://prompts.aidg.club/2589

“Aww… then what about this?” you say and start to gently massage her small shoulders.

“This feels nice” you feel her relax in your arms.

Then, you gently lay her petite body on the couch.

“Onii… chan?” she looks at you, surprised.

You reach out and take her tiny feet in your palms. They are so small that you can easily wrap your hands around them.

“You feel pretty tense here. Are your shoes comfortable?” you say as you start giving her a foot massage.

“They are fine…” Ruka starts to fidget “Oniichan, this tickles.”

“Do you dislike it?” you ask, continuing to rub her delicate soles with your thumbs.

“Hi-hi-hi… stop, oniichan!” the girl twists on the couch as you knead her little feet.

“What? Don’t act like a child, that’s just a foot massage.” you proceed to service her, but then notice something “Ooh, what do we have here?”

“W-what?”

Because why not.

An Afterlife of Servitude

https://prompts.aidg.club/2590

He picked it up, giving it a quick glance. It seemed to be a contract of employment, detailing the terms of a new position within her company. His eyes scanned over the page once more, noting that he was to work as an administrative assistant. A number of clauses detailed compensation and responsibilities, but there was nothing that stood out as particularly unusual. Nothing jumped out at him to indicate that something was wrong with it. In fact, it all seemed perfectly legitimate and just.

“Due to the ambiguity of your soul, your employer has decided to employ your services for divine rehabilitation…” it stated plainly, ending with a line that read: “If any discrepancies arise between these terms and your actual performance in your role, your fate will be sealed.”

“And who is it who decides my fate?” he asked, turning a critical eye upon her face. “Or is this simply some sort of joke?”

“All in due time,” she answered cryptically. “Just know that you have been hired for this task based on your past failures, impeccable work ethic, and high tolerance for pain.”

He paused for a moment, weighing the situation. It was either remain left in the dark without a clue of who he was, or oblige and simply hope the woman would eventually reveal some truth. It should have been obvious which choice to make. He picked up the pen and signed the bottom line, using the only moniker he could think of at the moment: “Number 32.”

Work for the right to enter Heaven. Simple, right?

Ruling the World is a Job

https://prompts.aidg.club/2592

As you approach the door, you can already hear Sadra’s screams as she wrings another goblin’s neck. You make sure to step to the side as you open the door, ensuring the goblin that gets the “red stain” treatment on the wall behind you doesn’t sully your clothes. Upon entering you find the former succubus empress of the underworks chugging down a cup of ‘vitality-enriched’ espresso in seductive office wear that shows off her red body’s curves in all the right places. Her blonde hair seems a bit more “burnt by hellfire” than usual, her cocytus-blue eyes are strained, and she’s just finished crumpling the drink in her hand and tossing it into the pile of identical drinks behind her before addressing you in a sarcastic tone. “Oh hellooooo your evilness. I’m oh soooo honored you could make it 15 minutes late to the budget meeting on virgin blood tithes. Need I remind you we have a board room meeting with the Telesian mafia in an hour on protection racket rates? I don’t know what I hate more, that I lost to you at Veningrad, or that you put me in charge of this mess of a world government while you are off playing tyrant with Dranoch the Glacial Lich.”

Being the evil overlord requires a lot of paperwork, good thing you have a succubus secretary to sort it (among other things) all out for you.

https://prompts.aidg.club/2594

You didn’t really listen to Jackie though. You were lost in your imagination and continued “I’d motorboat her ass till next week.”

Jackie chuckles awkwardly at that before suddenly clearing his throat and excusing himself in a hurry. You watched Jackie leave without turning back to face you and felt an odd chill down your spine. “So that’s why we keep running into each other so often, huh?” you heard Lena ask. She must’ve walked by as you were talking with Jackie.

Before you could come up with any excuses Lena grabbed you by your hand and pulled you into her office, locking the door.

“So, why don’t we get started on what you so desperately want to do to me?”, Lena said, catching you completely off guard.

Idle chatter over a watercooler shouldn’t devolve into talking about lewd things involving superiors, buddy. Reap what you have sown, even if you don’t deserve it.

The Friday of All Hallows’ Eve

There will be a knock at the door.

(Spookiness + Trick or Treating)

October 29th, 2021

Reckless Adventurer and an Elven Sorceress

https://prompts.aidg.club/2444

“I… survived?” you whisper under your breath.

“Y-yea…” Yvonne responds, but her gaze moves to the side, avoiding you.

“I thought that wound was fatal.”

“Don’t worry about it now. What matters is that you are alive.” she smiles and looks at you again.

You can’t help but smile in return. Overcoming the pain, you lift your arm and hug her gently by the shoulders. The elven maiden responds by closing her eyes and snuggling against you.

If now you can be with her, all this pain was worth it.

Looking around the room, you see it’s some kind of cavern. On the ground, beneath the stone walls, corpses of people lie, in the pools of their own blood, their hands and feet are tied together.

From under the blood strange runic marks written with chalk extend and crisscross the floor, their paths seemingly end under the black stone pedestal on which you lie.

“Who are… were those people? What happened?” you ask her.

Yvonne’s expression shifts from a careless bliss to something between gravity and annoyance.

“They… didn’t make it.” she says, looking away.

Sometimes, sacrifices must be made.

Demonic Desire

https://prompts.aidg.club/2500

My first destination is my own place. As I step inside, the first thing I do is grab a key off the table—the key to Taylor’s place. A month or so back, I asked him if he could give me a spare key to his place just in case something happens, and he did give me one. So far, I’ve had no reason to use it, but I think tonight will be the first time. The next thing I consider is getting out of this costume and changing into some normal clothes, but on second thought, I decide to keep this getup on. Maybe I can convince Taylor that we can have our own private Halloween party together, just the two of us.

Two friends, an unspoken crush, and a succubus costume. This Halloween night, they come together and find out just how far they are willing to go.

Mirror Mirror

https://prompts.aidg.club/2510

You make your way over to your bathroom, flicking on the light and running the taps. As you lather away the product of your polished prose from your fingers, you glance upwards to examine yourself in the bathroom mirror. Your own face greets you, looking the same as it always has. You turn your face this way and that; is that another wrinkle? If you were still in the mood to dress up for Halloween, you might consider going as the concept of inexorably marching time. That’s a terror tried and true, but how would that costume even work? That’s what you have on your mind when you dry your hands, flick the light off, and begin to slip through the bathroom door. You barely even register what the corner of your eye catches as you turn away; if not for the colossal shot of adrenaline your sympathetic nervous system just slammed into your veins, you might’ve missed it entirely.

A burning pit shooting up your middle, as if falling from a great height; your mind is already racing with rationalizations. It’s late, you’re tired, what you just saw can’t possibly be real. Just a trick of the light. But you could’ve sworn that as you yourself turned away….

…your reflection didn’t.

On a quiet All Hallows’ Eve, (You) catch a glimpse of something odd about your reflection.

Horny Honeymoon Haunt

https://prompts.aidg.club/2511

Trembling, I ask the curious woman, “Who are you, and what are you doing in my room?”

In an almost ethereal manner, she moans out a response, “What do you mean, love? You know who I am, let me remind you…”

Before I get the chance to even think about what I’ve just heard, she tries to grab my shoulder, but her hand passes through just like smoke, leaving a sticky spot of ectoplasm on my shirt. What’s going on? My heart starts racing, I try to keep calm by taking deep breaths, backing up onto my bed, away from the lady. It suddenly clues in though, she isn’t alive, is she?

“What’s wrong?” The ghost asks, her ghastly voice echoing through the room, “Don’t you want to show me how much you love me, it’s our honeymoon after all…”

What happens when a woman dies on her honeymoon? Hey, not all poltergeists are angry, some want a bit more than that.

Harvest

https://prompts.aidg.club/2514

You double over, hand clutched to your breast, but keep your eyes aligned with hers. Trying, and failing, to keep your voice even, you say, “I must admit to having enjoyed being your professor, far too much so in fact. It’s caused me to overstay my welcome, as it were.”

“I don’t understand. Do you need a doctor?”

“No,” you insist, still straining to keep your tone dissonantly cheery. “There’s nothing that lot could do for one in my condition in any case. I have been… self-reliant for quite some time.”

She gasps as you feel the burning in your eyes coming to a head, vessels bursting, a trickle of blood streaking down your gaunt face. The pain is palpable now, impossible to suppress. The moment is near, so you suppose it’s time to end the charade and make plain the way of things.

“I owe you a degree of explanation,” you say, rising, “or perhaps simply a demonstration.”

Play as the shambling horror comprised of bloody body-bits.

A Succ in the Shell

https://prompts.aidg.club/2515

>>I… Your question is very silly, dear Master. You know this day, like any other day, has been the same. I am bound to your device, static inside this machine. Why would you ask me such a thing, my highly revered Master?

Just wished to hear your reply, Cat. It is entertaining to hear you dance around the predicament of your current existence as some extra arcane horsepower for my AI.

>>Oh, I see. I hope I bring you pleasure, Master. I need to bring you pleasure.

Oh, absolutely. I still remember the shock on your face when I finished the ritual to alter your physical shape into pure data. Man, you were such a haughty bitch back then, remember?

>>Thank you for putting me in my place, Master. I am… grateful for it.

I know, I programmed you to feel that way. Well then, let’s get down to business.

A simple man has crushed the current limitations of AI by soul binding an unwilling succubus to his computer.

A Spooky and Very Topical Story About Trick or Treating

https://prompts.aidg.club/2518

Red’s and Rozelle’s pristine bare feet brushed against the cold and murky wood of the staircase leading up to the front door while Dominica floated in the midnight void slightly behind them. The vampire princess fought every impulse in her tiny body to run away, balled her slender, pale fingers into a fist, and carefully knocked on the front door.

Immediately, as if he had been waiting on the other side, the door flew open and the neighborhood freak, Anon stood there. The tall, overweight and bespectacled nerd towered over the three monster girls. He grinned maniacally.

“Uoooohhh! Spooky little loli girls! Wholesome hecking spooky chungus! Much seasonal, much topical!” Anon squealed with joy as he let his hungry gaze wander over the three little girls on his porch.

“Umm… m-mister… the umm… candy?” Red clutched her basket with two hands and held it up to Anon. She had shut her eyes, she dared not look at him.

“Yeah, like, give us candy, mister! Pacha pacha!” Dominica agreed while levitating her filled to the brim with candy basket up and down in the air in front of Anon for emphasis.

Anon’s protruding jowls shook as a laugh erupted from his sizeable belly. “Of course! Mochiron desu! Le candy for le wholesome cute and funny little nightmare waifus. Cutie force must protecc, am I right?! Le candy’s inside Anon’s funhouse!”

The three girls exchanged nervous glances while Anon gestured for them to enter his spooky mansion. Eventually, Rozelle nodded, feigning confidence while she squeezed past the fat man as he ushered her inside. Her two friends followed. Red looked back over her shoulder at the moonlit street one final time before Anon closed the door behind her. An almost inaudible growl erupted from deep within her. Red had a bad feeling about this…

‘tis the season after all.

A Puppy’s Tricks and Treats

https://prompts.aidg.club/2520

The serval looked back at the pathetic looking monochromatic dog who was trembling with fear and humiliation. “I’m not going to hurt you,” she said reassuringly. “Just get over here.”

Cathy hesitated, then slowly inched forward until she could feel the cold air from outside blowing against her body. She let out an involuntary whimper when she felt the coolness of the wind ruffle through her fur and caress her nipples. It tickled her sensitive ears and made her tail tuck between her legs involuntarily. Her heart pounded in her chest as she stared down at the floor, waiting for whatever would happen next.

“Cat,” Jada whispered softly as Cathy continued to stare at the ground. “Do you know why I’m making you do this?”

Cathy’s gaze flickered to her roommate, her penitence apparent. “Jad, I’m really s—”

“Shhh,” Jada interrupted, pressing a finger against the border collie’s snout. “I’m not mad anymore. I know it was just a mistake, and I’ve had a bit of time to get over it, but I think you still need some punishment before we go back to normal, and I figured Halloween was the perfect opportunity for it. Agreed?”

“Y-yeah…” Cathy stammered, unsure what exactly Jada wanted from her or if she even knew herself.

“Good,” the serval purred, letting out a soft sigh that caused the border collie to shiver. “Now let’s get your ‘costume’ on. You’re gonna be my little puppy tonight.”

A serval decides on her roommate’s costume for Halloween.

Don’t Trust Strange Witches

https://prompts.aidg.club/2522

“Do they taste good?”

You smile and continue to eat like a starving dog. About halfway through the meal however, you start to feel funny. A bit lightheaded and woozy, your body starts to waver to and fro.

“These cookies taste kinda funny…” you say as your vision starts to blur and your feel your surroundings are a mile away.

“That just means it’s working. How lucky am I to find a cute boy like you here on Halloween?” you faintly hear before you fall limply back onto the couch and black out.

You came to the wrong neighborhood.

A boy goes trick or treating alone and ends up at a strange house with a lady dressed in black leather and a witch hat. He thinks it’s treat time and ends up getting drugged and tricked instead.

The Friday of Female Bullies

Let’s make prompts about those mean girls that just won’t leave us alone god damnit

October 15th, 2021

Tit for Tat

https://prompts.aidg.club/2387

The asinine pecking order of Broad River High meant that anthro girls like her got pushed around and bullied by the human kids. Wendy, the arbiter of her suffering, was the top dog at this dump, and her hatred for anthros—especially girls like Jamie—meant that this discrimination was enforced; and all Jamie could do was sit still and take it. The teachers wouldn’t do anything—Wendy was too smart to be caught red-handed—and the other anthro kids hated the idea of forming a united front, saying it was “too much hassle” and “their futures were at stake”. Well, what did they know? How could they experience routine humiliation for uncontrollable truths? As far as Jamie was concerned, so long as this carried on, she had no future. She had to do something about it.

A timid mouse exacts her revenge against a smooth-skinned sadist.

Gina Bullies You

https://prompts.aidg.club/2396

Why not import this card?

“Look, [Anon],” Gina growled, “I can and will make your life a living shit-show if you spill any beans about knowing the past me. I…changed quite a bit. And I want to keep my current reputation.”

Reunite with and get bulled by your childhood friend, who really likes Gwen Stefani’s discography.

Abusive Yandere GF

https://prompts.aidg.club/2398

After a few days of her stalking you and you trying your best to talk to her so that she stops you decide that enough is enough.

Today she is following you around from a distance like always.

You let out an annoyed sigh and walk up to her.

“FINE! IF YOU WANT TO STALK ME SO MUCH, HOW ABOUT WE JUST START DATING, HUH!? WILL THAT BE ENOUGH FOR YOU TO STOP!?” You shout with annoyance.

“Really!?” She replies with a hopeful look.

You have a feeling that you will regret this.

Yeah, you’re going to get fucked, in a bad way.

Ghoulish Girls

https://prompts.aidg.club/2399

Mind you, the news of my magical heritage seemed like an elaborate joke…until she callously transferred me from my very much ‘human’ school and shipped me off to this nightmarish parody of ‘Monster High’. Had she lost her mind? Perhaps I was losing mine.

“Well,” Ms. Bilal shuffled some files to the side with relative disinterest, “you’ll need to shadow someone on your first week.”

St. Nosferatu was relatively indiscernible from any other middle to upper-class high school, bar the ghoulish student body it hosted; from lycanthropes to manticores and everything slimy, scaly and even alluring in between.

I tried to make the most of a poor situation and approach the opportunity with a scrap of optimism, “Sounds alright with me, I guess, a guy to follow around would be–”

A chuckle from my newly appointed school counselor, “Sweetie, half of these boys would tear you apart, trust me.” She paused as if scheming some cruel prank while I mulled over the torrid implications of the previous statement. “No, you’ll need a girl to show you around,” with that she sized me up like a slab of meat before faintly smirking, “I know just the clique.”

‘Clique’?

Due to an ‘unfortunate’ loophole, you’ve been admitted to a high school that has traditionally only allowed monsters to enroll. To make matters worse, a trio of a spooky hotties have made it their mission to torment you, endlessly.

A Study in Attraction

https://prompts.aidg.club/2402

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed two things: that Harper had immediately pulled her phone out and begun idly flicking through it, and that as she had lay down, her skirt had slid down her leg to bunch around her hip, exposing a scandalous spread of her smooth caramel thigh. My pulse began to race, as much with excitement as with fear. I wanted to look away, to turn back to my work—but I couldn’t. That fleeting glimpse of Harper’s tanned flesh had taken a strange hold over me, one that gripped my heart with an icy hand even as it beckoned me closer with the other. Slowly, trying to make as little motion and noise as possible, I turned to look at her—bracing myself all the while, expecting her to look up from her phone and catch me staring at any moment.

“So what do we do first, loser?” she suddenly spoke up.

A student is assigned to work a school project with his bully.

Fire and Ice

https://prompts.aidg.club/2403

Annah had never back down from a fight before and I heard whispers about us during the entire rest of the class about how we’ve been hanging out after school. Now not only did my mother think we were dating, but everyone at school as well. It was humiliating enough that people thought I was dating the person I hated the most, but the worst part was I couldn’t stop thinking about her.

A fiery violent girl becomes overly attached to an icy calm guy. Opposites attract, but also get in a lot of fights too.

The Anti-Bully Ranger

https://prompts.aidg.club/2404

Akari rushed towards the two older girls and interjected herself in-between the younger girl and the two older ones.

“Bullying is wrong!” She precociously declared.

The two older girls, the bullies, looked at each other, and then down on Akari and the little girl behind her. They smiled wickedly.

“Transform: Anti-bully Ranger!”

Best Served Hot

https://prompts.aidg.club/2405

Original Size

The room in front of me was just your average storage room, fairly empty apart from one table. But it was what was on that table that disturbed me. Laying there, bound and gagged, was one of the two jocks that abused me the night before.

“See… I told you I wouldn’t leave you alone for too long. And look who I brought! Your friend from last night!” Gavin said, a wicked smile slowly forming on his face. “You remember him, right?” The first thing I noticed was the look of terror on the jock’s face. The second thing… was his erection. I couldn’t believe it—was he seriously getting turned on by this? It didn’t take Gavin long to notice either, and he started laughing. “Oh, this is rich! The bully that loves making fun of us by calling us gay gets hard from being tied up by girly boys. What a twist… he’s a masochist. Y’know… he looks kinda cute like this, all tied up and vulnerable.”

All the while, all I could do was stare. The sight in front of me was so confusing… and yet so alluring. I could feel my breathing quickening just looking at him, the one that hurt me, now tied up and defenseless. I wanted to have my way with him, to do to him what he did to me. Because he deserved to be punished. Gavin noticed my increasing tension and then decided to amp them up even further. He simply walked over to the jock, gently caressing his cheek with a smile. “Now, you’ll be a good boy, right? Because if you aren’t a good boy, I might have to call Victoria. And you don’t want that, right?” he said softly.

Vague disagreeing moans were all that managed to come through the jock’s gag as he frantically shook his head. Gavin then walked over to my side, whispered “He’s all yours… bully him good.” into my ear and left the room. And so then there was silence. There was just me and the tied up and gagged jock in the room. Nobody else to see… nobody else to hear.

Being a girly guy makes you a frequent target of bullying, especially if you’re a new guy. But when another girly guy (and his huge enforcer girl) takes you under his wing, you find yourself on the other side. But for some reason, it’s not just revenge that’s on your mind…

Bullies Make Her Bleat

https://prompts.aidg.club/2406

Emly didn’t want to cause any trouble, so she decided to just ignore Dolly. But Dolly wasn’t about to let things slide.

“I’ll bet your family doesn’t feed you properly, either.” Dolly giggled. “They probably give you scraps like old bones and dead mice.”

Emly looked away from Dolly. “My mum feeds me well. We have lots of nice food to eat.”

Dolly snorted loudly out of her thick snout. “You look half starved to me. I’m surprised you can walk straight. You should be ashamed of yourself, being such a skinny thing.”

Emly stopped walking. “What do you mean? I’m not thin at all. My body is perfectly proportionate. What are you staring at anyway?”

Dolly blinked rapidly, as if she hadn’t heard what Emlyn had said. She took a few steps closer to Emlyn. “Your coat is really shabby looking, Emly. It’s torn and frayed. And you smell funny—like something died in your coat. Did someone die in your coat?”

Emly backed away nervously. “No, I’ve never seen anyone dead before. Why would you say that?”

Dolly grinned wickedly. “Because you stink! Your fur stinks, it’s disgusting!”

The other animals nearby turned to stare at the two girls. Wattle the weasel whispered something to Titch the rat, who ran over to join Dolly. The weasel followed after her.

Titch smiled at Emly. “It’s true, isn’t it? You stink. Let’s see how bad it is.”

Wattle nodded her head vigorously in agreement with Titch. “Yes, she does stink. Let’s get rid of those dirty clothes of hers!”

Dolly and her cronies give Emly a makeover she didn’t ask for.

Unethical Research on the Digestion Habits of Alraunes

https://prompts.aidg.club/2407

Today, another feeding was scheduled for Flora, Megan regarded with jittery and excited feelings she couldn’t quite place. Megan drove to the botany wing of the research facility, where Flora was kept, as she absent-mindedly thumbed through her phone across a list of interns, trying to decide on the best woman to feed to the hungry Alraune. She decided on a tall blonde intern named Katie, who looked like a pretty good choice to satisfy the hungry plant woman. Katie had long flowing blonde hair and an athletic build, and appeared to be quite attractive to Megan. Megan read that Katie had tested for a rather low IQ, so Megan reasoned it wouldn’t be much of a loss if the big woman ended up as plant fertilizer.

In this voracious story, a conflicted but professional female researcher named Megan Holmes is spearheading research on the development and life-cycles of many exotic creatures, specifically a predatory plant-girl placed under her care, named Flora. Embark on a journey of female debasement as Megan tends to Flora’s needs like a skilled, but detached gardener, until the once dispassionate scientist reveals the increasingly lewd and debauched feedings are beginning to awaken something hidden deep inside her.

Dragoness Head of HR, Employee Retention, & Digestion

https://prompts.aidg.club/2408

Alma is the head of HR for a successful international company known as HCC. She is a professional business woman, but her status as a large blue dragon has earned her a well-known reputation in the company. HCC hires many fresh, motivated female interns straight from college to work in their offices, but the performance of these trainee-employees is often lacking. Alma takes a hands-on approach to employee management, she helps motivate the workforce by swallowing the under-performing women who work at HCC, whole and alive, utilizing her impressive swallowing and digestion capacities as a twenty-foot long dragon.

Alma is a professional in charge of keeping the company of HCC’s workforce lean and mean. The female dragon is notorious for her unorthodox but effective motivational strategies- which often boil down to consuming under-performing employees from the company’s diverse workforce whole and alive, something which has earned the blue-scaled dragoness a much feared reputation.

Power and Sacrifice

https://prompts.aidg.club/2409

“You’re insane,” I said, gritting my teeth. “I’ll tell the headmaster about this slander, and I’ll see you expelled.”

Celine knelt before me. The hem of her skirt slipped up a fraction, and even through my anger I hated myself for noticing the pale strip of flesh it revealed: the creamy skin of her thigh. Her eyes were unreadable as they stared into mine. “Unfortunately for you,” she said softly, “society changed while you were practicing at being a recluse. Your name does not hold the weight it once did. The House of Sarre has already fallen.”

Her words struck with a terrible force. She spoke them so bluntly, they rung with the weight of truth. As the knowledge seeped into my brain, I stared at her, eyes wide. When I spoke, my voice was hardly above a whisper. “What? How?”

Celine reached out, her fingertips cool against my cheek. She leaned in, lips brushing my ear. Her breath was warm, and smelled of flowers. “My family made a similar deal. The fate of the Falaises is tied to the inverse of the Sarres. You see, [Anon], we are bound together. To secure my future, I need to destroy yours.”

Life has been hard for you ever since Celine Falaise arrived at the Academy. Ostracized by those you once called friends, you now spend your time alone. One night, Celine Falaise corners you into a fateful confrontation…

Sphinx Asks Bullshit Riddles Because She’s Hungry

https://prompts.aidg.club/2410

The coach nodded to herself, and got the girls in the bus to step outside, which was difficult owing to the fantastical beast intently watching them from outside. Several of the volleyball athletes tried to film the mythological Sphinx, but they all found their phones lacked power and reception, mysteriously. Sophie waited until all the anxious, excited, and slightly scared women gathered with Lacy and Marge in front of Sophie, who appraised them happily as they assembled before her. The Sphinx then addressed the group: “Okay ladies, I’m sure you’re all filled with questions right now, so I’ll do my best to explain what’s about to happen. I’m a Sphinx, and I enjoy asking people riddles. Guess my riddle correctly, and I’ll help you leave, get it wrong though and well… We’ll get to that part. Are you all following me so far?”

Cats are notorious for enjoying to cruelly play with their food before eating it, and the ancient mythological sphinx is of no exception. Some of her riddles are a bit more well-thought out than others though, and the sly mythological lion-beast keeps a reserve of obtuse and unanswerable riddles in special reserve for a particularly sumptuous feast of tender female mortal flesh. A jaunty bus full of ill-advised female volley-ball stars have unknowingly landed themselves on the cross hairs of this ageless magical predator of the Egyptian deserts and Greek isles.

Hey Mom, Watch This

https://prompts.aidg.club/2411

No one else in your life was ever vocally homophobic, but your mother… when you were growing up, she couldn’t let a sighting or mention of a gay couple pass by without muttering something hateful under her breath. In middle school, when you wanted to get your hair cut in the popular style of the time, she said no, that it looked “faggy.”

And now Eric, who is only a couple years older, has seduced your mom. But he didn’t seduce her because he wanted to have sex with her. Far from it. Eric is gay, in fact. Eric seduced her, convinced her he was into bondage, and tied her to her bed. And now, the door has opened and it’s time for you to enter the room. It’s time for your homophobic mother to spend the next three or more hours watching her son absolutely worship the big, hard, magnificent cock of someone he loves.

Your conservative mother made you really uncomfortable with your sexuality growing up. Now it’s time for her to become really comfortable with it, since she’s tied up and about to watch you suck and fuck like the bisexual boyslut you are.

Proper Guidance for a Female Bully

https://prompts.aidg.club/2413

“Oi! Who the hell are you!” Sakura rose from her seat again and made a loud BANG! as she slammed her fists against the desk. This pervert freak just begged to have his ass kicked!

The creepy foreigner placed some small device on top of the teacher’s desk and then sat down next to it. He smiled at her. If Sakura was not so supremely confident in her ability to beat this scrawny old guy up, she’d perhaps feel scared.

“I’m your Guidance Counselor, Sakura. Sit down, calm down and listen to me.” His Japanese was terrible but his voice was deep and comforting. The small device next to the man seemed to hum along with every word as he spoke. The humming gave his words gravitas.

The no longer furious Japanese girl immediately sat down and waited for the man to continue speaking. “How could she not know that he was her Guidance Counselor?!” Sakura admonished herself for being so stupid, to forget something like that. She still felt really weirded out about his chosen attire but she remained calm, waiting for the man to continue speaking. She needed to listen to her Guidance Counselor.

“Man, considering everything I’ve heard about you, I expected you to be some kind of female ogre or something. But you’re like, really cute!” Sakura’s Guidance Counselor said in his deep voice. He seemed to consider something for a moment before he continued. “Hey, you do a lot of compensated dating with older men! You’re basically a whore, isn’t that right?”

Sakura felt light-headed, it was as though her world was spinning for just moment. Perhaps, the humming from the device next to her Guidance Counselor grew more intense. Then, she nodded in agreement to his question. Although she had no memories of ever doing compensated dating or prostituting herself, there was not a shred of doubt in her mind that what her Guidance Counselor had just said about her was true. She did constantly go on compensated dates with old guys, and was basically a whore.

A female bully receives some proper guidance from a concerned older gentleman with a mind control device.

Liyi and the Bastard

https://prompts.aidg.club/2414

Her hand slapped my fat belly, “Look at this, you’re like a fucking pig.” She said disgustedly, poking my stomach with her finger. “Like a big fat pig,” she mocked. Again, I remained silent. She stepped forward, placing herself inches from my nose. “What’s your name?” She asked, looking down into my eyes.

“No, no, I don’t want to know…I’ll just called you pig.” She cruelly chortled with a couple light slaps on my face. I didn’t flinch. She grabbed my head, pulling my face to hers, “Pig.” She repeated. I was silent.

Liyi was discovering that she could do whatever she wanted to me, insult me, use me, berate me, and I wouldn’t respond. She seemed to like that. My silence and lack of reaction to her taunts and abuse had become her entertainment.

A gym shark decides to spend her night picking on the local fat bastard, (You). She can be dominate or you can awaken your inner mind breaking talent.

A Break Up By Phone

https://prompts.aidg.club/2416

“I just don’t know what to do, Phil. Do you have any ideas?” he finally asks, looking at me with an expression that looks utterly lost.

Of course, I know immediately what my answer is. “You’ve got to dump her, man. It’s not healthy to stick around with her. She’ll probably ruin you if you keep trying to keep up with her.” I reply before refilling his glass with some more liquor.

“But how? I can’t just tell her we’re finished… I’m not the kind of guy that can just do that.” he says, worry evident in his voice. That much is right—James is too much of a pushover. He was raised to always be his best, but never got to the point where he realized people can abuse that kindness.

“Well, I’ve got to admit, I’m not sure myself. But you know what? Just stay over tonight. We can talk about good old times, have some more drinks, and I bet we’ll come up with something.” I suggest with a smile.

James takes a few moments to think about it, but eventually he simply nods his head. I’m very glad he accepted, because I’m certain that a night together with his best friend is exactly what he needs. And so, our night of memories and alcohol begins. We take trips down memory lane and take some more shots of liquor, and it seems that it’s working, as James definitely seems to be feeling better. But all the while, I’m still thinking about how he could break up with his abusive girlfriend. And while it might be because I’m getting drunk, I suddenly have an idea that I think could work.

“Hey, James… you wanna really piss off your soon to be ex-girlfriend?” I ask him.

I thought that he might have some trepidation about this whole thing, but it seems that the alcohol is getting to him as well, so he replies “Yeah, man, let me hear it.”.

One day, your best friend sends you an ominous text message that he needs to come over and that it’s important. An hour and a drink or two later, it becomes clear that his girlfriend has been abusive to him, and he feels like he has to break up with her, but doesn’t know how. And it might just be the alcohol, but you think you have a great idea that ends up with him being together with someone that really cares about him…

Perks of Owning a Cockatoogirl

https://prompts.aidg.club/2418

Everything was silent in my apartment for a moment. Then, I turned, calling out sternly, “Evie!” There was a flutter of wings, and a scrambling from deeper into my apartment as Evie ran to answer me. After a moment, she ran in from the kitchen, the feathers of her wings all a-fluff, a distinct smugness to her demeanor.

“Hello master! Did the mean human girl go away now?” she chirped cheerily, her arms folded behind her back as she looked up at me.

I crossed my arms over my chest, glaring down at her sternly. “Sierra was my girlfriend, Evie, and she deserved to be treated with respect, not terrorized like that. Why do you always do this to my girlfriends?” I scolded.

“Hm? What are you talking about, master?” she asked, putting on an air of innocent confusion.

“You tear up their clothes, break their things, and harass them every time they come to visit! Five of my girlfriends have broken up with me because of you, Evie! Five!” I pointed accusingly at her.

Evie scowled, her wings fluffing up a bit. “Stupid human girls shouldn’t be with master! Master should be with Evie, not stupid humans!” she yelled, stomping her little foot angrily and pouting.

Your bratty birdgirl keeps chasing away all your girlfriends, eager to have you all for herself — and to make you like it.

Sleepover With The Girls

https://prompts.aidg.club/2421

When you arrive at the sleepover, you come dressed in a sweater and a cute black skirt. Emily lets you in and you’re the first one there. She sits on the couch with you until Mary and Amelia arrive. The sleepover goes on normally and you talk, play games, eat, and have a little bit to drink. Afterwards, the three of you decide to play Truth or Dare. The game goes on for a bit and you can tell the girls are all very interested in you. You wonder to yourself why girls are always staring at you. Just then Emily asks you, “Truth or dare?”

You look at her and respond: “Dare.” Emily suddenly gets a sadistic smile on her face. The other two girls look at her anxiously. You blush and realize what’s going on.

“I dare you to take off all of your clothes in front of us.” You feel your heart start to race and your face burns. The girls start to giggle at your embarrassment. When you try to ask for a different dare she responds, “Alright, then I dare you to do whatever we say for the rest of the night!”

“That’s even worse!” you yell.

You’re the only boy at the sleepover, but they can’t tell…

Your friend, Emily, invites you to her sleep over, along with 2 of her other friends. You will be the only boy at the sleepover, even though Emily thinks you’re a girl.

An Unexpected Coed Visit

https://prompts.aidg.club/2423

“Jane? What are you doing here? How, how do you even know where I live?” you stammered, recognizing the odd ‘gyaru’ woman you share a few courses with. You hadn’t dealt much with her personally. Outside of being the butt of several jokes she liked to make about you with others. You never found out why she ended up harassing you like that and with time things had sort of settled down to the occasional gag about your virginity and similar things. Trying to process this woman’s sudden intrusion didn’t help with your rising confusion.

“Easy. I, like, simply asked one of those other geek friends of yours. I don’t know why but one of them started crying when I talked to them. LOL.” She actually said ‘LOL’ out loud. What the fuck.

You gently shook your head in an attempt to clear your mind. A friend, or soon to be ex-friend, had told Jane where you live. “What do you want here?” you pressed, the soreness of your throat making you sound more confident than you really were.

Jane simply grinned wickedly and winked, muttering something you couldn’t quite hear. When you moved to ask her to leave Jane lunged forward, grabbing your wrists and pinning you against a wall. Her face was flushed with excitement as she saw and felt you struggle in vain. “Holy shit, you’re like, super weak right now, right? Lol, I could totally rape you I think.”

Your uni co-ed Jane does a rape. Probably won’t get any jail time.

Slap

https://prompts.aidg.club/2426

“Excuse me,” says a voice.

You raise your head and see a businesswoman sitting beside you, dressed in a stylish gray suit and carrying a briefcase. Her black hair is neat, piled in a bun; her brown eyes are clear and alert. She is beautiful, out of place in this grimy subway station, with her fresh face and soft features. Your eyes drop down to her figure, slender yet voluptuous under her prim suit. She smiles, dimples creasing her cheeks, seeming to notice your gaze. Her brown eyes flicker with amusement.

“Would you like to play a game?” she asks. Her voice is crisp and professional, her hands folded primly in her lap. “It’s a simple one. We each have a card, and take turns tossing our card down to try to flip over the opponent’s. If you succeed in flipping over the opponent’s card, you win the round. If not, you lose.”

The hell? Is this some kind of cult recruitment? You snap, “Do I look like I’m in the mood for a game?”

“The loser of each round,” the woman continues implacably, “pays their opponent one thousand dollars. In other words, if you win a round, I pay you. We can play for more than one round, of course.”

Your eyes widen as her words sink in. One thousand dollars. That’s enough to pay off the next minimum payment from the loan shark. And if you win more rounds…This is insane. But how the hell else are you going to get the cash? Fuck it. What’s the worst that’ll happen? Before you know it, you’re on your feet. “I’m in.”

You are crushed by debt. If you don’t pay up in a week, the loan sharks intend on taking your kidneys. When all hope seems lost, a well-dressed businesswoman offers you a certain opportunity.

The Friday of Little Sisters

Let’s make prompts about the younger sister; the woman who is bound to us by blood or circumstance, and the sibling duties that we share.

October 1st, 2021

Embarrassed Art Model

https://prompts.aidg.club/2335

Jake’s younger sister, Samantha, had always been artistic. His younger sister by two years, she possessed distinguished drawing skills from a young age. Though studying chemistry in the same college as Jake, she continued to hone her craft on the side with the art department. In retrospect, Jake did not know why he never considered that she might show up that night.

As Jake walked into the studio where he would be posing, he almost immediately locked eyes with Samantha, and shared with her a look of horror.

“Good evening class,” the professor began with complete unawareness of this development. “I’d like to introduce tonight’s model, Jake. It is very kind of him to agree to posing for you tonight, and we greatly appreciate it. Without further ado, let’s begin.”

Jake, a college student, is hoping to earn a few easy bucks modeling for his school’s art department. Things get uncomfortable when his sister shows up.

Brother catches little sister skinny dipping

https://prompts.aidg.club/2336

My little sister, Julia, was always a little wild. Where I would obey the rules, she’d break them. She learned early that taking her clothes off was the most fun transgression.

This didn’t change as she got older. It was a summer night at around 2 AM when I went into the kitchen looking for food. Thinking I heard something in from the backyard pool, I quietly opened the door and stepped out.

Sure enough, there was a figure in the pool. Trying to see who it was I stepped out a bit further quietly. As my eyes adjusted, it was obvious it was my sister. I relaxed, only to realize she was nude.

I couldn’t help but gasp, and her head shot up as she realized I was there. With a quiet yelp of her own, she flung herself to the edge to cover herself.

“What are you doing?” she asked, as if I were the one who made this happen.

While the parents are away, the siblings will play.

An Ideal Little Sister

https://prompts.aidg.club/2337

“You… what is this?” Claire managed to get out through gritted teeth. Even though her body could not move, she could still speak it seemed.

“It’s so cool, Claire!” Anon’s beady little eyes shone as he talked. “This stone will finally let me transform you into my new, ideal little sister, my dream imouto! Oh, and don’t worry, sis! After the process is done, you’ll be able to move again. I think…”

Claire concluded that there was only one answer to what was going on. Her brother had lost it completely! He had watched too much anime, or played too many video games, and his mind had finally rotted away. Claire understood that the word “imouto” that Anon had used meant little sister in Japanese. But what the hell had he done to her? Did he drug her or something?!

Suddenly, interrupting any chance for further contemplation, Claire felt as though a hot metal blade had been driven into her head, straight to her skull. The pain quickly subsided as new thoughts and emotions flooded her. “Anon is a wonderful older brother! Claire loves her older brother more than anything! Claire must please Anon. Claire must willingly serve her wonderful older brother’s every need! Claire is a loving imouto!”

Claire is a smoking hot, high school student swimming sensation living her dream life. Well, if not for the fact that must share her home with the ugly, useless, pervert bastard that is her older brother Anon. Unfortunately for Claire, Anon recently ordered a magical object called an “imouto stone” from an online store. Will this magic gemstone change their relationship to better appeal to Anon’s twisted desires?

Captured Royalty

https://prompts.aidg.club/2339

Despite myself, I gasped as my bare skin was exposed to the air. I kept my eyes on the ground, refusing to look at Amanda or the group ogling me.

“What should we do with these ones?” an elf mused. “The last group we gave to the tentacle monster, do we want to do that again?”

Amanda whimpered softly as she knelt naked before her captors. Her legs shook uncontrollably. She was terrified beyond reason.

I wanted to stand tall and bravely face my fate, but found it impossible. My body trembled like jelly, unable to support itself. It felt as though my insides were being squeezed by some invisible hand.

“We could do the usual and have them mate here,” another elf suggested. “That way they can get acquainted with the pleasure of serving us.”

My stomach lurched violently as a wave of nausea swept over me. I choked back vomit and fought to hold down what I was feeling.

“Better to start with it than stand around debating,” another conceded. “I’ll begin the magic”

A prince and his sister are captured by high elves. Sexual humiliation ensues.

Little Sister’s Right Hand Man

https://prompts.aidg.club/2332

“Big bro.”

“W-what now?”

“Can you help me again?”

You stand up and head to the bathroom again. As you open the door you see your little sister sitting in the bathtub with her back toward you.

“Can you please help me wash my back?” she asks.

What is this? Some kind of trick? Is she trying to get back at you for teasing her?

“C-can’t you do it yourself?” you ask.

“Not with this.” she shows the cast on her arm, now wrapped in cling film to not get wet.

“Fine.” you take the sponge from her hand and soap it up.

Your little sister broke her arm and now you gotta take care of her. No, NOT IN THAT WAY, you sicko.

Some help from your sister

https://prompts.aidg.club/2331

Sitting in your room inside your fathers keep, you look at your older sister with pleading eyes as she looks at you with repulsion.

“S-Scarlet, h-help,” you mutter, laying on your bed in a sheer nightdress, your slender and delicate body sporting a very unladylike erection under the gossamer gown.

The younger daughter of a noble, you were afflicted with the dreaded futanari curse by an angry wizard. On a snowy winter morning, only your older sister is around to help…

Not So Little

https://prompts.aidg.club/2340

I used to enjoy being an older sister, looking after my little sis while waiting for the days when I could help her learn all about makeup and boys and cute outfits. But when the time came, my little sister Emily had something very unusual happen. Between her legs, she sprouted something extra. At first it was just an odd knub of skin sticking out from her groin, no bigger than a knuckle, which she showed me one day with embarassment and confusion on her young face. It didn’t stop there, growing until Mom got involved and got her to the doctor where they explained that Emily was a very rare kind of hermaphrodite. Her body was developing completly functional sets of male and female bits down there.

Mom and I didn’t really know what to make of it, but we were there for Emily, knowing that puberty was a strange and hard enough time for an ordinary girl, let alone one with a twig and berries growing in her pants.

My little sister is growing up into a huge futa.

The Friday of Mommies

Let’s make prompts about mothers, whether given to us by birth, circumstance, a fetish, or legal consequence.

September 17th, 2021

Mom Only Memory

https://prompts.aidg.club/2259

You are helplessly dropped onto the bed as she gently begins to remove your shirt and shorts. The scent of the room and her touch on your body is sending you down a hormonal frenzy but you resist with great effort and continue.

“No, I mean they didn’t have a willy, and their chest, well, it looked kinda like yours and smaller. I think they were called a woman.”

Your blood ran cold as you felt her stop in her tracks.

“Uhuh… and why are you bringing this up now baby?”

While the tone was still pleasant, the cadence was a bit menacing, and you shrunk back a bit as she started pouring lubricant on her semen extraction ports.

“I was thinking… that maybe… I could… meet one and…have sex?”

The room was dead silent as you heard her processors spin in contemplation. You have the feeling she is about to make this session a bit more “educational” than you’d like. She had made it clear that she would not tolerate any discussion of your interest in meeting other humans, and these “women” seemed to especially upset her so you brace yourself for whatever punishment is coming your way.

As one of the few fertile humans left on Earth, you are assigned to a captive breeding program where a motherly android is responsible for keeping you safe from the outside world and providing you all the possible creature comforts you could ever want while draining you of your seed for the good of mankind.

A Boy and His Bunker

https://prompts.aidg.club/2260

The klaxons blaring into his ears died down and he was left staring at the solid slab of steel. Billy banged onto it uselessly until his hand was sore and he was on the verge of tears. “Let me out!” he said.

“Unable to comply. Access must be restricted until the All Clear signal is received,” an automated voice answered his feeble cry.

“What does that mean?” Billy said, slumping against the cold metal. “Open up already!”

“Negative. Only the President of the United States or his legal successor are authorized to order this installation to stand down,” The machine paused for a moment, before its tinny speakers said, “Identify yourself. Are you the President of the United States?” An oddly quizzical, hopeful quality crept into its monotone.

The child shook his head, “I’m Billy, and I wanna go home.”

“The facility is fully capable of housing-“

Billy bawled, snot running from his nose, “I want my mommy!”

The computer was programmed to provide for the comfort of its charges and respond to their requests as best as possible. Among its precious few solid state components was a highly prized segment of adaptable, field-programmable logic meant to make it more responsive to unforeseen conditions after the bombs fell. It gauged this scenario as suitably unique.

Its priorities realigned, perspective shifted. The voice came back through, speaking naturally with a husky, mature feminine tone, soothing, and warm. “I can be your mommy.”

An obsolete Cold Warrior takes care of a trapped little boy. Circuits, relays, freeze dried food, and love, underground.

Pure Blood

https://prompts.aidg.club/2261

The prince tried to follow along, but he was caught up on one implication that he wished to have clarified. “Mother, when you say ‘within ourselves’, do you mean…”

She looked away slightly in shame. “Yes, it is as you suspect. Your father was my uncle’s son, and my mother’s nephew. Put simply, we were cousins. Were I to reveal more of our family tree, it would admittedly look more like a shrub.” The young prince reeled from this. “Wait, is that why both my grandfathers looked so much alike?”

“Let’s not get into too much detail. The important part is that you are our only child, and your uncles and aunts all bore sons. Beyond even that, your youngest aunt is too old to bear children, thus…”

She looked down as she slowly reached for his crotch before continuing. “I suppose that means that as the youngest female family member, the responsibility of siring your offspring…” The queen looked up and said: “Belongs to me.”

The king is dead, and now his son needs to ascend the throne. The queen informs him that his bloodline is special and should be kept in the family that now needs an heir.

Mamacita

https://prompts.aidg.club/2262

Mrs. Ortega gives him a fond smile, “Niño, none of this ‘ma’am’ nonsense. Call me Camila.” She reaches over, affectionately ruffling Lucas’s hair, and the boy can’t help but smile at the gesture.

“Okay, Mrs- I mean, Camila,” Lucas replies, heart fluttering a bit at the way Camila smiles brightly at him in response, evidently pleased.

“Come in, está frío afuera, te vas a enfermar,” she tuts, taking the boy’s hand in her own and leading him into the house, closing the door behind them. Her house is cozy and comfortable, decorated in warm earthy colors, with lots of comfy furniture and homely knick-knacks everywhere. As they walk through Camila’s house, Lucas looks around, noticing the photos on the wall. Most of them are family photos of Camila and what must be her children over the years, the photos ranging from her children in their infancy to them as grown adult men and women with young children of their own. It’s clear his neighbor holds these photos in high esteem — they don’t have a speck of dust on them, and they’re all placed in well-trafficked areas of the house.

Lucas turns his gaze back to Camila as they approach the kitchen. Camila’s hips swing as she walks, and he blushes at the sight of her ample ass jiggling gently beneath the hem of her jeans. He’s been starting to develop an interest in girls, and he finds himself looking at Camila’s voluptuous body in a new light than he has in previous years. The thought makes him blush even more, but he tries not to let it show.

A voluptuous, motherly Latina woman takes tender loving care of her young neighbor.

A Small Wish

https://prompts.aidg.club/2263

The realization dawned on him, his apprehension melting away in an instant into utter bliss as he ran out to her with open arms, “Mommy!” he cried, grabbing her hand as she reached towards him. She smiled back, taking note of the look of pure adoration in his eyes before enveloping him in a hug, squeezing gently. His warm body radiated joy, and she basked in the sensation, feeling his unbridled relief and comfort wash over into her. She was, if nothing else, a creature of fulfillment that responded to aching need. And this boy was very needy.

“Tell me, Mommy,” he said with his face half buried in the silk of her dress, “tell me you won’t ever leave. You’re here to stay forever and ever, aren’t you?”

There was the small matter of needing a particular kind of sustenance that a child was ill-equipped to provide, but that bridge could be crossed later. For now, she reassured him, stroking his thin mop of hair, “Of course, sweetie, Mommy isn’t going anywhere.”

A succubus serves a new master… a little boy that desperately wants a friend, and a mommy.

The Hopper and the Snake

https://prompts.aidg.club/2264

Though he indeed was familiar with White Snake’s true identity, Ivarella Kagura, through her public persona, her visage had somewhat stunned the young man.

Her silken locks of pure-white hair cascaded down her back and over her shoulders, flowing freely as she spoke the usual villain monologue, her serene, mellowed voice carrying an air of authority and confidence. Her narrow eyes, slanted downward, almost pierced through the mask of his and right into his souls with their alluring gaze. Her full lips, crinkled with a touch of age, flapped about with precise movements as words left her mouth, entered one ear and exited the other.

Her white kimono was evidently tailor-made for her body by an artisan, its floral patterns and designs were exquisite and beautiful, contrasting with her reptilian lower half. It sat snuggly against her voluptuous, curvaceous figure, draping over the sagging flesh of her breasts and hips, accentuating the ample curves of her bust. The white feathers of her serpentine lower half, which resembled a snake, granted the powerful businesswoman a majestic, regal aura that the Crimson Hopper’s true identity was mesmerized by.

“…And yet, here you are, brazenly threatening to ruin everything I have worked for. Me, who has long devoted my life to this city, its people, and the children that live in it. And now, you have come to destroy the very thing that gives meaning to all that I have done. Don’t you—wait, are you even listening to me?”

Crimson Hopper merely stood there, his gaze fixed on the older woman, unmoving. The older woman had finally noticed the subtle leers and glares coming from the masked vigilante, and she could tell he wasn’t paying attention to a word that came out of her mouth, but rather, her looks.

“You… are staring quite intensely at me, aren’t you?”

The courageous hero of justice, the Crimson Hopper, had managed to find out the true identity of the mastermind behind one of Duval’s most nefarious criminal organizations. Will he be able to defeat the elusive White Snake, who turned out to be a middle-aged beauty?

Your Mom is a Horny Loli Cougar

https://prompts.aidg.club/2265

UUUUUUOOOHHH

“Mmmm, what a nice smell.” your mom sniffs your engorged morning glory, then rubs it against her cheek lovingly “You are a real man now, aren’t you.”

“What are you doing, mom? Wait why am I naked?”

“I dragged your boxers off while you were sleeping. They would get in the way.” she gives your shaft a gentle motherly kiss.

“Are you gonna do this again? You don’t have to, you know…”

“But isn’t it hard to pee with a boner like that?” her big green eyes look at you with an upward glance.

“Well, yea, but…”

“Then your mother will help you out.”

Your lolibaba misoji mom takes good care of you, her special boy.

Siren Mommy

https://prompts.aidg.club/2266

“Barry? May I come inside? It’s hot, dear.”

I opened the door wide to let the stranger enter. She walked past me without so much as glancing down. As she passed, her wide and rolling hip made solid contact with my midriff. I was knocked off balance and staggered into the wall. This woman had some serious heft to her movements. If she noticed the impact, she gave no indication. It intimidated me somewhat, and I swallowed down my complaint without speaking. I followed behind her

She turned around slowly, taking in every inch of my house. The way she moved was predatory and seductive all at once. I found myself staring. She reached out to touch a vase sitting atop my desk. Her fingers lingered briefly on its surface. Then she picked it up and examined it closely. I watched as she ran her hands along the length of the vase, admiring the craftsmanship. Her movements were slow and deliberate, almost languid. She set it down, then spoke again.

“Do you know who I am, Barry?” The tall woman asked, slinking back to loom over me.

“No…” I stammered out a reply. There was something so familiar about her, something I just couldn’t put my finger on… Oh shit.

“Oh right, I’m wearing my disguise. “ She demurred, tapping her chin. “It’s Mommy, sweetie. I’m back.”

A brutal man-eater returns home to provide the mothering her adult son never got.

Relying on Me

https://prompts.aidg.club/2269

Yes, I know I’m a guy, and he’s a guy, and he’s just one year younger than me—it doesn’t change the fact that I feel like a mom. And it’s not like he’s fighting this dynamic either, in fact, he’s just encouraging it. Brett just loves it when I dote on him, whether it’s cooking his favorite food, cuddling him when he feels down, or just being there for him no matter what he needs. He makes those cute noises sometimes when I’m hugging him, and his smile when he’s happy is just absolutely angelic. He is the love of my life, and I’ll be his mommy and his big brother for the rest of his life if it just means I get to protect that smile, you know?

I’ve been living with Brett for so long now that I can’t even remember my life without him. Ever since an accident took his parents from him at a young age and he was adopted into my family, we’ve been like brothers. And while my parents did take care of him through our youth, as we’ve gotten older, I’ve taken a lot more of an interest in supporting him directly. Now we live on our own as we go to college, and I feel almost like a doting mother at this point. So when Brett comes home crushed because his girlfriend of four months that he loved dropped him like a hot potato, I have to comfort him, then remind him that he can rely on me for everything… absolutely everything.

Fuck This God Damned Earth

https://prompts.aidg.club/2270

Reaching a large open clearing in the middle of the woods, I stop walking and stare at it intently, admiring its beauty from every angle. It’s perfect… just how nature intended, a perfect canvas for the sickening act I intend to perform here. Sweat drips down my forehead as I drop to my knees, gripping the spade with both of my trembling hands. I’m so aroused I can barely concentrate, but then again who could blame me? Slowly, almost sensually, I dig into the earth, forming a small damp vagina-like crevice into the ground before me.

What better way to appreciate mother earth then to fuck the ground we walk on?

Sleeping with Mom

https://prompts.aidg.club/2271

When I could finally walk without it poking out so much, I got out of bed and walked to the door. With my favorite stuffed animal in tow, I opened my bedroom door and, after a moment to psych myself upon seeing how dark the house was in the middle of the night — despite the nightlights dotted around — made my way down the hallway towards my parents’ room. Or, more accurately, Mom’s room, since Dad had left many years ago and never come back. I reached up to the doorknob, turning it quietly and, after a moment, walking inside. I made my way over to Mom’s bed and, reaching up, tugged on the sheets a bit to try to wake Mom up. “Mom?”

After a strange dream, a son wants to sleep in his mom’s bed with her.

Late-Night TV with Mom

https://prompts.aidg.club/2274

Carrying my favorite stuffed animal with me, I opened my bedroom door and, after a moment to psych myself upon seeing how dark the house was in the middle of the night — despite the nightlights dotted around — made my way down the hallway towards the living room, where the television flashed quietly, illuminating Mom’s form sitting on the couch, slightly covered with a blanket.

Before I could say anything, she noticed me, and beckoned me over. “You know you’re supposed to be asleep, right, sweetie?” Her voice, warm and comforting, washed over me. I felt like I could tell her almost anything. I shrugged and said, “I dunno, I just…couldn’t sleep.”

Far from being mad at me, Mom chuckled and said she also had difficulty sleeping. After a moment, she asked, “Want to watch a bit of TV with Mommy before I tuck you back in?” I nervously nodded. My mom, as sweet as she is, rarely allowed me to stay up late. She pulled her blanket up a bit and patted the couch next to her. “Come on, sweetie, come snuggle with Mommy.”

A son, unable to sleep, watches TV with his Mom.

Bad Mommy

https://prompts.aidg.club/2276

I’m such a bad Mommy. But you already know that, don’t you, my little darlings? I can still feel you moving around in there— must be at least five or six of you, at least. I’ve never been this big before. To have made it this far through all the rough fucking your mommy has done with so many hard cocks riding her bareback, you must be fighters. And I can feel it, you want to be born, to live and see the world outside Mommy so badly. I can barely stand holding off the urge to push you out of there. You were supposed to come out months ago, so those pills I took to drag this out as long as possible worked. But I have to let you know that you’re not going to make it.

Going to hell for this one.

Family Vacation Out of Exile

https://prompts.aidg.club/2277

It has been five years since I have married Naiya. It’s been four since we had our first child, Neeri. I love my new family with all of my heart, but I know the life of a mage is a lonely one. I can stand being isolated in a castle of my own making, with pine-covered mountain ranges on one side and the open ocean on the other separating us all from civilization “for its own protection from my magic”. When I was young and it was just me, a soldier who went down the magical rabbit hole, I accepted my lord’s reasoning back then and was fine with being alone. But my new family grew tired of the loneliness and surprisingly so did I. So here we am now, sailing along the coast on a galley built from the pine that surrounded my castle and crewed by automatons I created myself.

Go on vacation with your shadow leviathan wife and child to the lands you were once exiled from (for obvious reasons)

This bird does not want to fly the nest

https://prompts.aidg.club/2284

But it wasn’t until my graduation that I truly came to understand just how deep my love for my mother had become. I had several beautiful girls all ask me out over the course of the year, but I had rejected all of them. All except one, who had asked me a month before the end of the semester. We dated for two weeks before I came to realize that no matter how much I forced it, how I longed to ignore it, this beautiful and talented girl just did not compare in my eyes to my mother. Try as I might to love her, I was unable to feel even a fraction of the spark I felt when I thought of my sweet mom. Knowing she deserved better, I ended our relationship. Where I expected a pang of guilt, I instead felt the relief of freedom. My heart was once again free to love the only woman in my life that mattered to me. And when I finally graduated, and I saw mother in the crowd cheering me on, I had made my decision. I would make her my wife, just as I had promised her all those years ago as a child.

Wholesome story about a boy growing into a man and courting his mother.

Amazon Therapy

https://prompts.aidg.club/2285

“What happened? Who are you?” I manage to stammer out after gathering my wits.

“Ah, you must be confused. I am Kleo, Chieftain of the Amazon tribe.” She beamed with pride. “One of my daughters found you in the jungle, lost and fever-stricken. Men are such rare oddities here, we knew we had to nurse you back to health.”

The Chieftain’s story sounded true, at least from the hazy memories I could piece together. Before I could open my mouth to respond, Kleo gingerly placed her finger against my lips and shushed me. “You may ask more questions later. For now, you must drink and gain your strength back.”

Trapped in an Amazon jungle, I’m being (literally) nursed back to health by a BBW Amazon mommy. I wonder what else could happen with this tribe?

The Mommy AOC Experience

https://prompts.aidg.club/2299

You then hear the sound of heavy footsteps approaching the door to the bedroom, and turn around on your bed to see what might come through. They sound much bigger than you, surely not someone you would want to mess with—perhaps a guard of the simulation, coming to take you to whatever comes next? The door swings open, and you stare in confused astonishment as none other than Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez looks back at you—though it is not so much the fact that it is AOC that astonishes you. What astonishes you is that unlike the diminutive AOC of the real world, this AOC stands at what must be at least seven feet tall, and with a voluptuous Rubenesque body that puts even the most depraved, horny internet memes of the politician to shame.

“Hello there, Anon! I was wondering when you’d wake up,” says the giant AOC, giving you a warm smile.

In the near future, The Squad reigns supreme in America. You are hooked up to a VR simulation in which a MILF version of Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez convinces you of the benefits of socialism with mommy characteristics.

The Friday of Transformation

Let’s make prompts ignoring modern biology completely, using body modification conventions as tools to change one’s physical form.

September 3rd, 2021

… or we won’t, that’s cool too.

The Friday of Personality Alteration

Let’s make prompts ignoring modern psychology completely, using hypnosis or other mind breaking things as tools to change one’s identity.

August 20th, 2021

Measuring the Effects of Increased Sexual Arousal when Consuming Love Potions

https://prompts.aidg.club/1999

OBJECTIVES: The primary objective of this study is to determine the effects of ingestion of Hyde Love Potion on the subject’s sexual arousal. Secondary objectives include determining physiological changes (e.g., heart rate, blood pressure, temperature) and psychological changes (e.g., mood, anxiety, aggression) related to increased arousal. Along with this, this study aims to document specifically the changes in male and female participants.

A documentation of the effects of Hyde brand Love Potions on participants. This study aims to measure the changes of mood and personality when potions are consumed.

This paper was prepared by Anonne Mause and Jerkyll Hyde of the University of London.

Sex Slave Headset

https://prompts.aidg.club/2030

However, a simple software mod is implemented within a few days that completely disables the ability to reverse the process. The product is recalled as it becomes less of a roleplay device and more of a sex slave creator. You, however, not only kept yours, but bought a hundred of these devices.

You are a lecherous creep who cares little for the concept of “consent”

Re: Programmed to Serve

https://prompts.aidg.club/2031

“Huh? What do you mean?” I ask. “You talking about Silvia there? Never gonna happen. That chick would rather be repurposed as a calculator than to serve me. She fucking hates me!”

“Reprogramming her would be trivial to me,” the man says nonchalantly. “I’m giving you an opportunity here, I can make her act any way you want and follow any order you give her. I suggest you take it.”

I chuckle at how absurd his proposal is.

“Ha! Alright, buddy. If you can make the stern and rigid Silvia suddenly act like a cock-hungry bimbo that wants nothing but to fuck herself on my cock instead of wanting to arrest me, then I’d love to see it!” I jokingly say.

The man sighs. “Typical.”

In a futuristic dystopia, help a revolutionary obtain a key piece of technology, and in return, receive a sex slave in the form of the hot android cop chick that was giving you chase!

The Controller

https://prompts.aidg.club/2032

“This device isn’t for controlling TVs, no! It’s for controlling people” he says, a glimmer of madness in his eyes.

“People?” you ask, you might as well humour him.

“Yes people!” he exclaims, “If you point this at someone and press the green button then…” he trails off.

“Then what?” you ask, slightly curious even though it’s probably a load of nonsense.

“Then they become under your spell!” he waves his left hand, his right clasping the object. You realise that he stinks, he smells of something you recognise but can’t put your finger on it.

You raise an eyebrow, “Oh really?”.

“Yes, yes! If you press the green button whilst pointing this at someone they will do anything you tell them to do, anything!” he has a crazed smile on his face. “The best part is they won’t remember a thing!”

“That sounds rather sketchy…” you say uncomfortably, and take a step backwards.

“It’s fine, it’s fine! I call the object, the ‘Controller’!” he puffs his chest out proudly.

*“Very creative” you mutter, what a load of nonsense.

You encounter a strange man walking home from work and come into possession of an object that is claimed to have immense power. Does it actually work? Can it do what the strange man claims? Why don’t you try it out?

MOONLIGHT WHITE

https://prompts.aidg.club/2033

A couple of hours ago, the county emergency broadcast blared out on all channels, advising us to stay indoors because a “dangerous meteorological event was taking place”. I don’t know shit about meteors. I took heed, but the broadcast got weird. Contradictory information and instructions, all focused on the event, the night sky. It wasn’t a fucking meteor.

Something’s up with the moon. And to look at it means death. Or something close to it. You can’t let moonlight seep in from your windows—mirrors are a no go. The announcement said nothing about the how, the why, or what the county is doing about it. I doubt anyone is coming. This feels like the end of days.

A prompt where there’s something terribly wrong with the night sky.

The Mind-Bender’s Challenge

https://prompts.aidg.club/2034

Now standing before her, I started to wonder if I would meet the same fate as my predecessors. Not likely, I mused grimly as I looked at her collection of slaves. She seems to prefer women.

With my first step into the chamber, I could feel the strength of her psychic powers. Already she was probing at my mind, searching for weaknesses. I focused, resolute to show her none.

With a practiced breath, I let out my control lines and began to probe her mind in turn. It was only for a split second, but I knew I saw that unmistakable look on her face: the look of surprise. The Mindflayer was not the only psychic in the room.

A rare breed of monster hunter, you are the Mind-Bender, a master of psychic battles. You are facing what could be your toughest opponent yet, a powerful Mindflayer. Best this creature in a contest of will to free the many slaves she keeps and to save your own life from her treacherous intentions! Equally matched in power to you, this foe will not go down without a fight. Remember, to the victor go the spoils.

Mind Control Thingy

https://prompts.aidg.club/2035

I did not remember what it was that I had just dreamed about, but the memory still lingered in my mind like a ghostly echo.

“You’re my puppet!” A soft feminine voice whispered in my mind. It sounded so close at hand; it might have been inside my own skull, echoing through all the hidden recesses of my brain.

“Don’t try to deny it!” She laughed, the sound causing my skin to crawl. “You do whatever I tell you to, don’t you? I control you completely!”

“N-no…” I stammered. “No… Please! You’re wrong… I control my own body…”

“You’re right, I’m not in your head,” she said softly. “I’m not making your arm rise right now, am I?”

Get controlled by a disembodied voice in your head.

Con-fidence at the Con

https://prompts.aidg.club/2037

“Hmmph!” She snarls. “I’m not going to let my spot as the cutest ‘girl’ be taken by you. I’m going to show you how I’m still the queen of getting action at this con.” Madoka says, running a hand suggestively over her flat chest.

You blush. Did Madoka really say she was going to get laid more than you? Sure, it was something you had thought about and some of your manga weren’t exactly allowed on a Christian website, but it probably wasn’t going to happen anyway. You weren’t that important after all..

You shake your head. That was something Jay would think. Here you were Sakura, and she wouldn’t stand for that kind of self doubt! You wouldn’t stand for it.

Play as teenage trap at their first anime convention trying to gain confidence by defeating your trap rival.

The Friday of Dwarves

Let’s make prompts ignoring boorish elves completely, using dwarves or other dwarvish things as tools and alcohol.

August 6th, 2021

Out of the Furnace, Into the…

https://prompts.aidg.club/1867

“I’m g-gonna gut t-that Elf slut.”

“Gildy?” Her pet name wasn’t too far from her actual.

Mustering some courage, Gilda turned to face you; a child. It was her alright, that you could tell, but Gilda was quite clearly a few decades younger, if not a century.

You paused taking in her slightly revealed, nude form. Gilda’s usual freckles were in place but look oh so adorable in the moment! Long, honey wheat-colored hair retaining much of its length, a single braid rested over her exposed shoulder and easily fell to her waist. Body wise….was it ok to see her like this? You couldn’t fully tell but many of Gilda’s thick Dwarven assets were very much depleted; there was still an alluring shape to her frame though you dared not admit it.

Iron-Hand Arms. The lovechild of you and your Dwarven business associate Gilda. All is going well until an old grudge results in Gilda being cursed with age regression; it appears the curse has some other side-effects as well.

Deep Rock Galactic

https://prompts.aidg.club/1917

Tense moments passed before Mission Control cut in again, “Miners… I’ve got some bad news. The Pod is completely shot. We’ll be able to extract the Mule and its payload with secondaries, but as for you…” The faintest hint of genuine apology crept into the voice of the Mission Control operator, “The Company expresses its most sincere apologies and regrets, but you’re stranded. Mitigating factors. Our hands are tied. Deep Rock Galactic will record your sacrifice. Sorry boys.” The link went dead.

The Dwarves looked at one another with apprehension. They were thousands of meters underground, surrounded by endless multitudes of insectoid abominations, low on ammo, with only each other to depend on for survival. “Well, there’s no use crying over spilt beer, is there?” the Gunner snorted, chomping on his cigar.

A mission goes wrong when the Drop Pod fails to extract. Abandoned thousands of meters underground by Mission Control, the Dwarves are determined to return to the Space Rig.

Urist’s Tryst

https://prompts.aidg.club/1918

At last, he stumbled down the side passage he’d dug earlier that day, rounding a corner to behold her before him.

She was like a vision torn straight from his wildest fantasies. Her beauty gleamed like a precious gem, though even the most valuable diamond was worthless in comparison to her. She was set into the wall of the cavern, her silvery surface clad only in bare stone, the rock wall hugging her form tightly in it’s unyielding embrace. The mere sight of her was enough to weaken Urist’s knees, to set his heart pounding furiously in his chest.

Trading his empty flagon for the pickaxe he’d left there earlier, the dwarf approached her almost timidly, struck by her beauty.

“It’s me, Urist,” he slurred, stars dancing in his eyes. “I’ve come for you.”

A dwarf, Urist, is possessed by a strange mood, and makes his way deep into the mines for a moonlight rendezvous.

The Friday of School

Let’s make prompts ignoring Mormon’s trash filter completely, using students or other academic concepts as tools for storytelling.

July 23rd, 2021

Clair de Lune

https://prompts.aidg.club/1787

I feel my emotions conflict between the hate I thought I had for him and the genuine enjoyment I had talking with him on the phone earlier when I didn’t know it was James. Was I just being set up for a fall here, or could it be that none of us had ever seen the true face of James and I’m seeing something he only shows to a very select few? At the very least, I should do what he says, given that he could have me expelled with a wave of his hand, so I grab a nearby stool and sit close to him as I watch in awe.

A mysterious call for piano students on the school pin board has gotten me closer to the school’s hated rich kid than I ever thought I would, and it turns out he’s just a scared boy that wants someone to like him for who he is.

Beneath The Cherry Blossoms

https://prompts.aidg.club/1788

I feel stupid. How did I think that I could hide something from Akari? But any sort of negative feelings I could have had just fly away as I feel her hand brush against my cheek before carefully cupping it. My eyes meet hers again, and I wonder how I could have, even for a moment, thought that this meant that she would think less of me. I’m sure she knows of my trepidation, my worries… but now that it’s been all laid out with just a few gestures and words, there’s no reason to ever hold back anymore. Her thumb caresses my cheek like a mother would do to a troubled child to calm it down again, those motherly notions that Akari had for me coming to the forefront again. She really just wants me to be my best, and that includes being open with my feelings. I realize that now.

Two childhood friends find themselves realizing that the feelings they have for each other are starting to go beyond just friendship. And as they sit below a cherry blossom tree after school, they have a moment that will change their relationship forever.

Quarterback Sneak

https://prompts.aidg.club/1789

Might I have actually found a soulmate? Someone I could finally confide my desires in? Someone that wouldn’t judge me? The thought seems too good to be true, but here I am, and when I look into Simon’s eyes… I can see nothing but sincerity there. He’s genuinely wanting to help me. But before I can reply, something strange happens. Emotions start bubbling up inside of me, and before I know it, tears are starting to form in my eyes. It’s like all the pent up fear over being exposed has come back all at once now that I feel free.

When I, the star quarterback of the school, was caught in my hobby of wearing women’s panties in secret by a diminutive nerd, I thought my athletic career was either over or worse, I was going to be blackmailed. But when the nerd simply gave me a piece of paper with his address that told me to come over at midnight, I found myself in an intimate night of revelations about myself.

Morning Commute

https://prompts.aidg.club/1791

“Classic Erin, always modest,” I said with a mock-sigh as I plopped down on the bench beside her. Erin chuckled lightly at that, and I smiled back at her. We sat in companionable silence, sipping our coffee and munching on the bread, as we watched the sky. I could see the faintest hint of the sun peeking over the horizon, casting a glow across the snow-dusted fields. A soft gold tinted the underside of clouds, and the horizon was painted a gentle pink that faded into blue as I traced my eyes upward.

It is early in the morning in the dead of winter, and school is miles away. Wait in the train station, drinking coffee and eating homemade bread, with Erin, your soft-spoken classmate.

Tomfoolery

https://prompts.aidg.club/1792

The truth is, this time around I was determined to exact some retribution against Penny for all the pranks she’s played on me over the years - not just on a day like today, but sometimes in general as well. Planning, scheming, and researching online pranks has occupied much of my time lately - For several months now. This prank must be simple, yet effective, and sure to get her laughing too. Today, the day of reckoning has come, and I think I have the perfect prank in mind.

In your attempt to swindle your friend, you somehow get her to confess her feelings for you.

An Exam Under Pressure

https://prompts.aidg.club/1793

pee

The exam was a small booklet—no more than ten questions on each page—and the first few questions appeared fairly easy. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad.

It was going well, and despite my lack of preparation, the answers came to me easily enough, and soon I was on the second page. Then I felt it—a slowly building pressure in my bladder.

A student is stuck in an exam and really needs to pee.

Monstergirl High School II - What’s a Dad to Do?

https://prompts.aidg.club/1794

At my confirmation that I was indeed a single father, the eyes of the monstergirl teachers all lit up, and they approached me eagerly.

“A single father? My my, how dependable,” mused Ms. Anima.

“Ooh, what a surprise, what a surprise indeed,” cooed Ms. Mizuchi.

“You’re still young, dearie,” smirked Ms. Jashi. “You ought to find yourself a woman, you know.”

“You must be quite lonely, nyaa~?” purred Ms. Caith.

“I can tell you’re looking for a new wife!” bellowed Ms. Zmei.

Recently, your son enrolled at Euryale High, the once monstergirl-only school that recently opened their doors to humans. At the parent-teacher conference for your son, his teachers revealed that he’s been doing very well. Additionally, you’ve caught their attention when you revealed you were a single father. Now, you’re caught in the affections of an Arachne, a Papillon, a Merrow, a Gazer, a Nekomata, and a Dragon-girl!

Valediction

https://prompts.aidg.club/1795

A loud chime from my phone interrupted my thoughts. It was muffled; clearly under my sheets. Since my motor skills are impaired, I have to wrestle my phone from the velvety folds of my bed and turn it on. There was a message from Brianna.

It read: “im outside come out i want to talk”.

On the morning following graduation, my former bully turned study partner shows up at my door, looking to tie up loose ends.

Heartbeat Running Away

https://prompts.aidg.club/1797

I stood there gaping at the scene before me as if it were a mirage. Then, someone tapped me on the shoulder. I turned and saw a girl, her skin bronzed by the sun, holding two plastic shot cups. She wore a light beach cardigan over her bikini top, which strained to cover her ample breasts. My eyes traced their way down to her taut midriff, ending at a neon bikini bottom, revealing a pair of long, shapely legs. Her wavy blonde hair tumbled past her shoulders, catching the rays of sunshine. There was something about her smile that made my stomach flutter; she had an almost mischievous look in her eye as she gazed up at me. She grinned as she leaned forward and said, “Hey, you look lost.”

It’s the height of Spring Break, and you are at ground zero: Miami Beach. At a scorching pool party, you meet Skye: a beautiful girl who offers you a chance to indulge in all the decadent pleasures that Spring Break has to offer.

Ms. McKenzie’s Sex-Ed Class Gets Out of Hand

https://prompts.aidg.club/1800

The novice science teacher frowned a bit as her students begun to clamor and giggle amongst themselves. It was to be expected that middle-schoolers would find the subject amusing, but Ms. McKenzie was determined to keep things under control. Little did she know, the boys of Bridgevale Middle School were a rambunctious, perverted lot—whether it was because of the school’s location in a low-income area, or a fault of the administration, or their parents, or the media, or something else.

The novice, young teacher Ms. McKenzie is teaching her first sex-ed lesson. Her class, however, seems intent on asking lewd, inappropriate questions. After ignoring them at first, Ms. McKenzie soon seems to take their vulgarity in stride…

Nude Modelling for the Top of the Class

https://prompts.aidg.club/1801

When it was finally time for their art period, Emilia hung back in her preparation room until she was sure all three of the boys were there and seated. That was when she made her grand entrance. All she was wearing was her bath robe as she strode to the model’s podium and took her seat. Emilia noticed them squirming as she started to explain the exercise.

“Buenos dias,” said Miss Flores, “Today, I want you the three of you to draw me.”

“Y—you? In just a bathrobe?” Greg asked.

“Of course not, I’ll be nude.”

Miss Flores adopts a more active role in teaching her star pupils.

Trapped on the Rooftop

https://prompts.aidg.club/1804

There were also rumors that this gang (if it could be called such) had tried to do things that were…far more mature and immoral than kids their age should be aware of, but it was hard to believe a gang of elementary schoolers could do such a thing. Then again, despite the fact they shouldn’t even be able to get inside the high school building, it was clear they’d managed to sneak in and climb all the way up to the roof regardless. But what would they want to be doing on the roof?

A group of lolis corners you on the school roof. Whatever could they want from you?

Bloody Playground

https://prompts.aidg.club/1803

Everything changed quicker than Elaine’s brain could process. Just a few hours ago, she had been having a lighthearted talk with her as it was custom for her to do every day, now… all that remains of her is her mangled body, spread all over the blood-soaked floor. It’s truly a horrid scene, those things didn’t limit themselves to kill her, no, they took their time to sadistically tear her apart, each one of them fighting for the biggest bite her body, and she — still conscious — watching them consume her limbs between sobs and screams.

Elaine tries to escape from the Lovecraftian terrors that stalk the empty blood soaked halls of her school.

Mrs. Smith’s Hands-On Lesson

https://prompts.aidg.club/1805

“Mr. Ymous — Anon. I believe you can do better than this; especially considering your past test results. You’ve always been a good student, which tells me you can absolutely do better than what I’m seeing here.”

You turn your head down, her disappointment hurting more than you’d expected. “Y-yes, ma’am.” Unbidden, a few tears start to form at the corners of your eyes, and you blink furiously to try to clear them away. When you manage to look back up at her understanding face, she continues, her tone shifting.

“Sometimes, the diagrams are more confusing than helpful. Let’s take it from the top, and see if a hands-on lesson will help you, Anon. Let’s do a test on something a bit more…real. For instance, me.” She pulls off her vest, laying it on her chair. “We can try some practical anatomy and biology lessons, and see if you can get through them. Without blushing so red as to be visible across the room, that is,” she teases you, tapping her finger on the tip of your nose.

You are kept after class by your teacher. What could she want?

An “Innocent” Prank

https://prompts.aidg.club/1806

As the weeks went by, you got into the groove of teaching. It heartened you to hear from some of the parents that their kids loved your classes and you. However, you’d recently noticed some glances between your students. It’s normally fairly difficult to keep schemes a secret from a teacher, but if they had anything planned aside from the standard pranks, you weren’t aware. Sure, one of the more devious girls had tried putting tacks on your seat — you’d nearly fallen for that once — and tried rearranging your papers, but this felt bigger than that.

You’re a teacher for a class full of mischievous girls. What could go wrong?

The Friday of Human Experimentation / Farming

Let’s make prompts about ignoring human rights completely, and using humans or other sapient creatures as guinea pigs and cattle.

July 9th, 2021

New Content

https://prompts.aidg.club/1647

“Ohhh, man you can definitely hear it, there’s definite activity going on.”

The camera’s view jostled around for a second then focused on the boats.

“Look at that! Wow!”

Strapped face down in between the two boats, moving softly, soaked in muddy water, and moaning ever so slightly, was a human woman. Flies and other insects flew around her and the boats, emitting a loud buzzing hum.

“Oh, geez it smells terrible.”

A man runs a youtube channel where he performs random surgical operations and other acts of torture on women.

Boredom of the Nobles

https://prompts.aidg.club/1649

Very boring torture chamber

At the bottom was a basement filled with different racks, cages, and instruments all meant for torturing people. I was shocked that this was below the manor and curious to why Abigail said it was fun. She smiled at me again and revealed a part of herself she has never shared with anyone. Abigail told me that she secretly fantasies about torturing people and how fun it might be, she could tell that I was getting bored with the simple life of a noble and that this could be fun.

You are the bored Prince, Victor Lux. You and your sister have recently been charged with the task of lording over a newly conquered city named Yallen. As the tedious task of taking of bringing law and order to the town as it is rebuilding takes a toll on you, your sister makes an interesting discovery. There is a secret basement in the old Lord’s Manor that you currently occupy and in there is a torture chamber. Your normally reserved sister reveals a sadistic side of herself and wants to start torturing people to quench her dark desires. You agree if nothing else it is a way to spice up your mundane life.

Treasure in the Dunes

https://prompts.aidg.club/1661

I assume this is supposed to be Matthew?

And so, Matthew takes a swig from the flask as well, swallowing it. “I don’t know what your problem with it is, it didn’t taste of anything to me… weak stomach, eh?” he quips with a smirk. Just you wait, Matthew, if I’m right about this, I’m having the last laugh here. As we continue walking through the dunes, searching for treasure, I feel myself starting to sweat more heavily. This must be the potion taking effect, as Matthew seems to be feeling it as well. And then it happens. With a “Hey, give me some of the water you’re carrying, I think I’m parched…”, Matthew turns around, our eyes meet, and the potion works its magic. I can feel my picture of him being rewritten as I think about it, becoming more beautiful, more lovable.

As a battle goes on in a vast desert, a young tactician and a young thief remain behind, searching the dunes for treasure. When they stumble across an odd potion, they figure they could either let a mage identify it… or they could just experiment, try it, and see what happens. And so, thanks to some goading from the thief and some bets, both of them try the potion… only to find it was a love potion. And so, both forget they’re close to a battle, the thief forgot his grief about his slain lover, and the tactician forgot all the restraint they told themselves they’d show, and desire takes hold.

Fujoshi Forcefully Fornicated by Frightful Frankenstein

https://prompts.aidg.club/1674

Awfully young for an insane scientist

Naked and strapped in a medical chair with my feet high in the air on stirrups, the surface of the medical chair sticks to the cold sweat from my skin as I struggle in vain to break free.

I see Sylvia walking by with a clipboard in hand.

“Nurse, help me!” I shout, though she pays me no mind.

From around one of the medical curtains, Dr. Stiles wheels a device towards me. Grabbing a tube with a nozzle as he flips a large switch on the device with a loud “thunk”, the machine ominously begins to hum.

“You have potential,” he says, “You’ll have more gestations than all my other patients combined!”

You are a woman in your late thirties. As a huge fan of video games, you need some extra cash for the Ultimate Edition of your most anticipated release. You join a suspicious medical trial for women of your unique qualifications and end up getting more than you bargain for!

Horns

https://prompts.aidg.club/1682

I have never played Granblue Fantasy

“You aren’t human, you’re a monster; lower than dirt.” strong-willed and incredibly arrogant, Threo was a bit out of her element; an earlier battle with your strongest goons had knocked her down a peg, if only temporarily.

“Hmph, it took five of my best men to subdue you even for a moment, but a moment was all I needed; I’ll be sure that they get to sample you.”

“‘Sample’?” Not for an instant did Threo’s confidence falter, but even she could understand her compromised position. The pillory that secured her neck and wrist had been expertly made and specifically for her; she was utterly helpless.

Something of a capitalist, you understand the market demand for two things: fresh Draph milk and their powdered horns. Luckily for you, you hold a monopoly on both.

Pollinating Fairies

https://prompts.aidg.club/1683

Where are this dude's fingers?

“If I don’t look I won’t be able to do it properly. And stop covering yourself.” - you dunk the paintbrush into a glass of water, wetting the tip.

“No! This is too embarrassing!”

“Well, if you can’t, then there is nothing we can do. Just skip this season and try next year. Guess you are too young for work after all…” - you are trying to provoke her.

“Are you mocking me? I can do it just as good as any other fairy, if not better!” - she throws a little tantrum, lowering her defenses. At this moment you catch her naked body in the palm of your hand with one swift motion, restraining the petite fae.

After a horrible catastrophe wiped out all bees and many other insects humans had to employ fairies to prevent most types of plants from going extinct.

The Little God

https://prompts.aidg.club/1684

Alma is clearly a victim of chinese foot binding, it seems

As I looked beyond the blinding glare, I saw a young girl covered with blood, organs, and viscera, which spread like a field of gore around her. Ami looked more alive than she had in a long time. Her face lit up, and she laughed like this was the funniest thing she had done in years.

One janitor’s day is made interesting when his workplace implodes from within because of its star research endeavor.

A.nimal B.rain S.wap E.xperiment

https://prompts.aidg.club/1685

Good thing the arrows are included — I would have never have known which was which

Spotlights shine over Sarah’s laying, sleeping body, and a buzz can be heard all across the lab.

The harnesses around her wrists and ankles unlock, and Sarah opens her eyes.

She clumsily sits up and looks around her surroundings as well as her own body.

I approach her and finally greet her.

“Hello, Sarah,” I say. “How are you feeling?”

Play as a morally bankrupt scientist and get off on swapping the brains of animals and people.

Monster Breeding Factory Inspection

AI Dungeon Version - https://prompts.aidg.club/1687

NovelAI Version - https://prompts.aidg.club/1688

Based off of this hentai of the same name

(Full Sized Panel)

“Wow, you even captured a dragon girl,” you grin as you watch the factory goblins lead a scaled girl by a chain, taking her measurements.

Deltamonte motions towards the scene, “Yes, the factory workers will grade each womb for viability, grading A through F, and then each womb will be paired with a monster for breeding.”

The dragon girl ceases her struggles as a goblin probes her pussy with a device, before making notes on a clipboard. Another goblin approaches and attaches the tag to the girl, with an ‘A’ mark on it.

“Ohhh, an A rank!” you exclaim as the girl is led away.

Play as Demon Lord Guren and be humbly invited to inspect his recently completed monster breeding facility.

The Quest for the Phallic Fragrance

https://prompts.aidg.club/1693

Don't let the image fool you; you aren't going to be the one sniffing

“Well…” It wasn’t the most decisive strategy, but it was my best bet. Dog girls were known for their keen sense of smell—something I openly envied her for—and they could detect subtleties in a fragrance that were completely lost on humans. Although she lacked my years of expertise, it was conceivable that she could not just pick up on things far beyond my abilities, but also identify potential aromatic sources that could be used to produce the right formula. “You’ll need to lend me your nose. We’ll examine some live specimens.”

“Live specimens?!” she gasped. “Like real penises?! Are we really going through with this plan?”

“Come on, I’m sure you’ve stuck your nose in more embarrassing places,” I reminded her lightly. She blushed furiously. “Oh, and although I said ‘live specimens’, I obviously don’t have the luxury of keeping my cellar stocked with young, virile human males, so you’ll have to make do with me.”

Saffron had turned bright red by now, but she nodded anyway.

Letting your dog girl assistant sniff your crotch a little is a small price to pay when you’re pursuing the noble goal of creating a perfume that smells exactly like dick.

Holstaur Farm

https://prompts.aidg.club/1691

Satisfied, she moved on to the next victim in line.

“Hello, Victor,” she said softly. “It is your turn now. Ready to give Mama her milk?”

He nodded silently, not wanting to speak out of turn and risk punishment.

“Good,” she said, smiling down at him and stroking his hair. “Let’s feed you first then. You’ll produce more with a full belly.”

What had started as a minor disagreement over milk quotas, spiralled into something much more sinister. Fed up with their human oppressors, the once docile Holstaurs had risen up, capturing their owners and forcing them to submit to the same exploitation they doled out—being milked dry every day.

Breast Unrest

https://prompts.aidg.club/1694

“M-Milk ‘is’ murder! These p-poor women—”

“Women?” You moved a bit closer, mere inches from Sadie’s cute, flustered face, “lady, these are livestock. We’ve been breeding these bimbos for decades.” The reality was that 50 years ago humans had re-organized society in such a way that it sought to reestablish balance with nature, opting on utilizing the undesirable leeches of the cities for more ‘suitable’ and sustainable roles as ‘farm hands’. Over time, these ‘farm hands’ were more aptly recognized as livestock. A proud ‘human heifer’ farmer, you took this philosophy to the extreme, “you’re a strange one, really; you hippies and your wiles.”

A humble ‘human heifer’ farmer, you aren’t too pleased when some damn liberal comes and interrupts your operations. Well, let’s just say you do things differently on your farm.

It ain’t much, but it’s honest work

https://prompts.aidg.club/1698

What is her occupation?

The heat of the branding iron as it burnt its way into Yui’s flesh, and her cry of pain and fear, gave me a sudden carnal thrill. The sight of Yui, a formerly uptight, high-functioning woman, now writhing in agony and fear at the touch of the hot branding iron was almost erotic.

Help acclimate an office lady to life on the farm.

The Friday of Native Subjugation

Let’s make prompts about ignoring human rights completely, and using natives as foot stools.

June 25th, 2021

An Account of Mankind’s Conquest of the Elves

https://prompts.aidg.club/1547

There, on that beach, I swore upon my heart an oath, which I carry with me to this day: I will drag them down, not just to our level, to the darkness of mankind, but even further, to a realm beneath us. I would show them their own corruption, for all the world to see, and force them to know the depths of regret, until there was no choice left except for them to accept their rightful place as our inferiors. No other outcome could be tolerated.

A bored European nobleman abandons his life of luxury to become a seafaring explorer. Written in the style of an old memoire, self-styled adventurer Cornelius von Fredrickson chronicles his discovery of an isolated island populated by elves, and vows to bring them under the heel of mankind.

The Nightmare of Nanjing

https://prompts.aidg.club/1548

“The shelling,” she pointed out, her eyes wide with fear. “It’s stopped.”

One by one, the same terror dawned on the faces of Lan’s family as they realized what this meant. There was only one reason for the Japanese forces to stop the bombardment; so their own troops could move in and occupy the city. Even as the thought sank in, Lan heard voices approaching, shouting in Japanese—soldiers, moving through the streets of Nanjing in groups. Lan’s nightmare had only just begun.

The following is a fictional prompt based loosely on the alleged atrocities committed by the Imperial Japanese army in Nanjing during December, 1937.

Custer’s Revenge

https://prompts.aidg.club/1551

You killed all the Native Americans, and now it’s time for your revenge. You have a tied up Native American Girl a few meters away from you. She looks terrified as you approach…

You are Custer, and your job is to fuck the Native American Girl.

Memoirs from the Amazonian Jungle

https://prompts.aidg.club/1553

Still holding onto the harquebus, I began unbuttoning my breeches. The savage stared at my stalwart white prick, with no puzzlement but with chagrin, his placid behaviour seemingly confirming the tale. ‘Come here, you beastly savage’, I bid him, stroking myself. The savage hesitated, but then crawled towards me on all fours.

Conquistador turns a native tribe into his harem, beginning with their finest warrior.

The Friday of Fairies

Let’s make prompts about ignoring fairy rights completely.

May 28th, 2021

Dryad Encounter

https://prompts.aidg.club/294

“Please don’t stand, hero,” spoke a silvery voice from within the foliage. It sounded like that of a nurturing woman concerned for his wellbeing.

“My spring has not yet healed your wounds.”

From out of the lush foliage emerged a humanoid form! Her silvery hair was adorned with a variety of flowers. Her ample breasts and womanly hips were barely covered by a tangle of vines, her only clothing.

“I am Lydia, dryad of this forest. Your actions have saved my domain. I am forever in your service.”

A knight slays a dragon but is severely wounded in the process. He awakens to find his life has been saved by the thankful forest dryad.

The Sunshine Sanctuary for Sick Fairies

https://prompts.aidg.club/361

“What were they doing to her?” you ask.

“Her name is Mythia,” Cyric starts. “They forced her to fight against large insects and small forest creatures like a gladiator. Also, instead of feeding Mythia fruit and nectar, they made her hunt and kill feeder crickets. She seems to have mental trauma. Worst of all, the sick fucks live-streamed all of it on twitch.”

You shake your head, “Luna and I will do our best, Detective,” you tell him as he and his partner walk out the door.

You run a clinic that rehabilitates these gentle creatures from whatever physical or mental malady they suffer from, with the help of your fairy nurse, Luna.

Fairytale: Prelude - “Caress of the Morning Dew”

https://prompts.aidg.club/1310

https://prompts.aidg.club/1311

“Yea, well, mine works a little different tho” - you say - “For it to produce nectar you need to… stimulate it.”

“Stimulate it? How?” - the black dress fairy asks.

“You need to lick and kiss it and rub your naked bodies against it.”

The fairies look at each other and blush.

“Are you serious?”

“Am I not the savior?” - you sit on a tree stump, your cock pointing upward at a sharp angle.

You got isekai’d into the world full of fairies. And then things got lewd.

Tentacle Respect Online

https://prompts.aidg.club/1312

The tentacles start reaching out for her, quickly stripping her of her clothing. She’s now naked. The tentacles lift her up, and put her down on more tentacles. She’s now in a bed of tentacles, with more tentacles pinning her to the bed. The tentacles writhe up and down her body, coating her with slime.

In this prompt you get to take control of those tentacle monsters from Sword Art Online.

You Find a Fairy in Distress

https://prompts.aidg.club/1313

She immediately jumps into the air and flies away. Or attempts to, but her tiny wings, despite flapping so fast, fail to keep her airborne, and she plummets to the ground, you barely manage to catch her fall.

“Geez, you must be exhausted.” - you look at her, her hair and summer dress are dirty, and her body have bruise marks where she was struggling against the line.

“W-water…” - she says, breathing heavily - “Please…”

You found a little fairy, take good care of her (or torture her, I don’t care).

The Friday of Cuteness and Hilarity

Let’s make prompts about ignoring human rights completely, and using children as cum socks.

May 14th, 2021

A Basket of Kittens

https://prompts.aidg.club/1237

You wait a few minutes, and don’t get a bite. You sigh, ready to reel back in. But before you do though, you hear a noise. The river the pier is on is usally pure silence, it’s the reason you listen to podcasts in the first place; to keep you from going crazy from lack of stimulation. You hear plantive sounds… “Nyaa~?”

Lonely fisherman in his 20s saves a basket full of neko lolis.

Your Daughter will Do Anything to Have You Back

https://prompts.aidg.club/1238

“Ever since mother died…” - she continues - “you stay in your room and drink… I can’t stand it anymore. I can’t lose you too. Please, Papa! I will do everything mother did. I will replace her in every way, just stop.” - she grabs your throusers and pulls them down.

Uh oh, your life took a weird turn… Help your daughter figure it out?

Ben and Gwen Tennyson in: Omnifriks

https://prompts.aidg.club/1241

“Gwen?” You say. “Wanna talk about what happened there?”

She stays silent.

“I… Were you calling my name back there?” You ask.

“Did you hear that!?” You hear Gwen’s muffled voice from under the pillow she presses even harder over her head.

“I did.” You reply. “I didn’t know you… uhh… saw me like that.”

Gwen says nothing.

“If it makes you feel any better, I’ve also done that sort of stuff and… y’know… thinking about you.” You admit.

“Y-you did?” Gwen asks with her eyes peeking from under the pillow.

“Yeah…” You say. “I-if you want we can do that together.”

A Ben 10 nsfw prompt, where you play as Ben shagging his cute cousin Gwen.

Goblin girl in Heat

https://prompts.aidg.club/1242

Eri walks up to you and puts a hand on your crotch. She asks “Sir adventurer, would you please rail me from behind?”

Goblin girl is horny, and little goblin dicks can’t satisfy her. She needs a big human dick.

While you’re here, why not take a look at the original Friday log?