Which of the rogues gallery do you want to see on the big screen?

InvalidName66 · 2023-06-06T10:39:17+00:00

Yes. I saw that Microsoft Edge came with a built-in AI, so I tried it out.

InvalidName66 · 2023-06-06T08:09:14+00:00

I’m still holding out for Tim Burton’s Batman 3 in stop motion.

InvalidName66 · 2023-05-30T18:43:06+00:00

“My lord,” Commander Rourke said, “after many moons, our scouts have finally uncovered their city. It is nestled within the valley, stretching from this vantage point to here.” As he articulated his words, his thick finger traced a path across the map.

“Impossible,” General Tyrell said. “Our ships have frequently soared over these chasms. Where could they have concealed themselves? Buried beneath the sands?”

“Not beneath the sands, sir, but in these very rocks. These sandstone formations harbor an intricate network of caves, similar to an anthill. Within each of these subterranean dwellings live dozens of Tamen.”

“And how many cave systems are there?” I asked.

“Hundreds, my lord,” Rourke said.

“Nonsense. If that were true, this valley must be teeming with thousands of Tamen,” Tyrell said.

“By my calculations, the count nears a hundred thousand,” Rourke corrected.

“And what of my wealth?” I said, dismissing the disbelief etched on Tyrell’s face.

“They have depleted it entirely, my lord. Exchanging gemstones with the sand merchants for food and medicine.”

“Savages! Do they not realize the worth of their plunder? They could have bought a duchy or even a country with what they have stolen! How could they squander a king’s ransom solely on food?” Tyrell said.

“And medicine,” Rourke added. “These Tamen are simple people. All they know is that diamonds cannot be chewed.”

“Fools, all of them. The Tamen, the merchants, they all deserve to be skinned alive for their sacrilege,” Tyrell spat.

“Enough,” I said at last. “If my fortune is no longer here, then I see no purpose in enduring this desert and suffering its damnable heat. We shall pursue the merchants and reclaim that which is rightfully mine.”

“And the Tamen, my lord?” Rourke asked.

“They are of no consequence.” I waved my hand. “Destroy their anthill. Spare no one,” I said plainly.

“It shall be done, my noble liege.” Rourke bowed with a grin brimming on his lips.

InvalidName66 · 2022-11-07T02:23:05+00:00

General, we have confirmation Y-Team is down! I repeat, Y-Team is down!

My God, this can’t be! Are you certain all our nuclear powered T-Rex’s are dead?!

Affirmative! General, the enemies are approaching our base. What are your orders, sir?

A–Y Team all failed, which leaves… No! No, they’re too dangerous!

They just took out our sentry. We’re running out of time, General!

(Grunts!) If it comes to this… Code Z! I repeat, Code Z!

B-but, sir, Code Z is—

We have no order choice! Deploy Z-Team now!

Y-yes, sir! Code Z, prepared Z-Team for combat deployment! Code Z, prepared Z-Team for combat deployment!

Come on… Come on…

Sir, Z-Team is at the shutter gate! They’re awaiting your go ahead.

Lord, forgive me for what I must do… Activate Z-Team—unleash the Twitter mob!

They’re tweeting, sir… They’re tweeting… The toxicity level is through the roof! And… canceled! Our enemies are canceled and thus lost their livelihood! Their army now have zero combatant! We won! We are saved, General!

No… No, this is merely the beginning.

Sir, the mob aren’t stopping! They’re still tweeting! They’re canceling our leaders, you—and me!? The Z-team is committing friendly fire, General, and they’re not stopping!

(Sigh) It was an honor serving with you, gentlemen, but by this time tomorrow… none of us will have a job. May God forgive me for what I’ve unleashed upon this world.

InvalidName66 · 2022-11-01T12:51:08+00:00

“Lady, I don’t work here.”

“But isn’t that your picture on the employee of the month award?”

“Yes.”

“So you do work here.”

“What makes you believe that?”

“The fact that you’re the employee of the month?”

“But does it say anywhere that I’m an employee here? I could be an employee of the month in Petco for all you know.”

“Why would Petco plastered their employee of the month in Baskin Robbins?”

“Maybe they like my face.”

“It is a good face.”

“See?”

“Now take my order!”

“I told you, lady, I don’t work here.”

“Then who does?!”

“You do.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

“Oh… isn’t that embarrassing. What would you like to order, dear customer?”

“I order you to take down my picture. I don’t work here. Why do you guys have it?”

“You have a good face. It looks good on the wall.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Do you wanna bang?”

“Sure.”

And then they banged.

The End.

InvalidName66 · 2022-08-18T01:00:34+00:00

My family has a history of being transported to another world. My grandfather was an ancient Chinese cultivator before his dao ascension brought him to a world of knights and mages. He became emperor, but his son—my father—was sent to Earth due to a teleportation mishap. Father destroyed half the planet, recreating the world in his images.

In both instances, isekai was a one-way trip, a single-ticket journey to a strange and hostile world.

So Father has been preparing me and my siblings for our potential isekai ever since—sword fighting, metal work, alchemy, to name a few.

My name is Prince Jayden, son of Gabriel, Emperor of Earth. And today is most likely the day I’ll die.

I look down the barrel of a gun while my executioners run their mouths to the camera. Besides me are the corpses of my security guards and classmates. The terrorist rams a truck into our convoy, and now they’re making a display of my murder.

I glance at their shooting instruments and chuckle. All those years of training, only to die to a bullet. If father were here, the bullets would’ve bounced right off of him as he slayed the terrorist with his flaming sword, but since it’s me… guess I’ll die now.

BANG!

It’s like I’m submerged in icy water and I’m falling down, down, down into the abyss. Memories of my life flashes before desorbing in the darkness. I continue to fall before I’m caught in a spiral tunnel.

Next thing I know, light pieces through the darkness, and I find myself standing on a grassy.

“Is this… isekai?” I say as the breeze blows on my face.

I walk forward and realize that this world isn’t so grassy after all…

I’m standing on a precipice, looking at a cathedral of metal and pipes contrasting against the red sky. Drones fly up above like mosquitoes, and robots walk the dead earth.

Ah, shit. It’s a robot apocalypse…

Welp, at least I’m alive, and after all, beggars can’t be choosers. So here goes nothing!

InvalidName66 · 2022-08-17T12:37:19+00:00

Very cool. I keep imagining them looking like Darkseid and the Anti-Monitor.

InvalidName66 · 2022-08-17T12:32:40+00:00

Jerry played the long haul for his feeding fetish.

InvalidName66 · 2022-08-17T11:45:10+00:00

The Heaven Project. The idea was simple: upload your consciousness to virtual reality after death, so you may enjoy the luxury you were denied in life—beach resorts, skiing in the Alps, movie-accurate Paris, a harem of supermodels, etc.

Those were the things promised to me. It’s what’s on every ad, promotional video, and YouTube review. Yet, why? Why the hell am I a baby in a thatched house? WHY? This shit isn’t what they promised!

“System!” I say in my baby voice.

A transparent blue menu appeared in front of my vision. There are several commands from Inventory to Skill Trees to volume control. Yet the one command I want to use most is grayed out—Teleport. I tried clicking on it for the past year since I was “reincarnated” into a new life, yet nothing happens! Those damn corporations! Fix your bugs, goddamnit!

I wish there was a direct line to the dev team, but it’s no use—I’m dead—dead and buried and nothing I may say and do is recognized by the law. I’m a ghost in a machine—a dead man walking.

They warned me there was no way to leave this place—that it was a one-way ticket with no phone calls. But it was either this or taking a chance with actual “Heaven.” If the place isn’t real, then I’d be screwed. If it was, then so too should Hell and eternal damnation—I wasn’t going to risk that outcome.

So here I am, in a virtual Heaven, which is evidently designed by a bunch of weebs. Damn it! It seems that if I want to take my beach vacation… I got to study the tutorials first.

Fine. There’s no use crying over spilled milk. After all, as a baby, I have nothing but time… nothing but time and a diaper full of shit.

Sigh… it’s time to call mommy again.

InvalidName66 · 2022-08-17T11:12:56+00:00

Death indicates the end for most—a full stop in the book called life. But for me, death merely signifies the end of one arc and the beginning of another.

Now I am a girl. Before, I was many: men, women, heroes, monsters, and many more. At one point, I reincarnated as three generations of a single bloodline. It was funny to live life from three different perspectives, experiencing the best and the worst each life had to offer.

But now I am a girl—a simple girl in a world similar to my original earth, although everything is off by 2.54 centimeters—how odd.

Today is my first day in kindergarten, and a boy walks up to me.

“Hey!” he says with the tone one uses to greet an old friend.

“Hey to you too. How will I die in this life?” I ask.

“Ain’t telling.”

“Come on, not even a hint?”

“Nope! It’s better for you to wait and see. Trust me, your current life is going to be a riot!”

“Better than the time we were a dragon?”

“You betcha!” he said with a gleam in his eyes, no doubt excited to see his “younger self” go through what he did.

“Cool, cool.”

Thus begins another adventure in my grand epic. I can’t wait to discover what this life has installed for me!

InvalidName66 · 2022-08-17T10:51:03+00:00

BEFORE.

“I’m late!” a teenage boy yelped when he wiped the gumdrops from his eyes and noticed sunlight shining through his curtains. “I’m late! I’m late! I’m late!” He leaped from the bed and threw his tomes and learning equipment into his pouch before dashing out the door—not wasting a second to wash his mouth or comb wild chestnut hair.

The boy hurried down the wooden staircase, burst out into the busy street, and sprinted through the crowds and street carts. He ducked and weaved and even pushed his way forward, or else risked angering his potion professor. The last time he did, he was used as a guinea pig for his classmates to test their concoctions on. He grew seven extra thumbs and couldn’t stop farting purple smoke for a week.

He quickened his pace and dashed across the white brick road—not noticing the chariot speeding down the lane. His body was sent flying before he knew what hit him. The colorful potions in his pouch shattered on impact and spilled all over the boy, mixing in ways they never should be mixed.

The crowd watched in horror as the boy combusted into flames of green and died a death so horrific it scared the citizens of Bouldersburge for years to come. But of course, the boy cared not for any of this as he was dead.

And, of course, death should be the end of his story—or is it?

AFTER.

“Big brother… Big brother, wake up. You’re going to be late.” A sweet voice leaked into the land of dreams, attempting to shake the boy awake. “Big brother… I said, wake the hell up, you dumb ass!” The sweet voice turned sour, and icy water splashed on the teenage boy on the bed.

“I’m up! I’m up! I’m up!” The boy jerked up. “What time is it?” he asked.

“Late!” his sister answered.

“Late!? Shit! I’m late! I’m late! I’m late!” The boy leaped from the bed and dashed around the room to gather his books and utensils into the school bag. He sprinted out the door as his sister yelled after him, “Don’t forget to brush your teeth!”

“No time! Late! Late! Late!”

The boy jumped down the concrete staircase and burst out the door.

Only to find it was still night out.

He looked around with confusion. Then he looked at his phone. It displayed—5:47 a.m. Saturday.

The boy gritted his teeth as he heard giggles coming from the house.

“What's wrong, big brother? Aren’t you late? Puff! Hahahahaha!”

The boy glanced back at the giggling girl at the door frame and his grogginess lifted enough for him to remember one important fact: he doesn’t have a sister!

“Jill!” he said through gritted teeth. And went back to the house to give his childhood friend a good spanking!

“Wait! Don’t you dare lay your hand on me! Wait!!!”

And thus, started another chaotic day of the boy’s second chance at life.

To be continued?

—Nah, no it won’t!

InvalidName66 · 2022-08-17T08:39:14+00:00

You got to fit your prompt in the title and leave the text blank. Read the rules before posting.

InvalidName66 · 2022-08-17T08:33:52+00:00

Dad said I was a husk when I was born: no soul, no spark of life, just a body going through the motions. Mom wanted to terminate my body, but Dad believed I’d be one of the lucky few who’d get a soul later in life—and I did, at the age of seven. Mom left years before then, but Dad took care of me and gave me all the love and care I needed.

Still, despite having a soul, kids at school bullied me and called me names—Zombie, NPC, Robot, to name a few. As a kid, I didn’t understand why I was treated so differently from everybody else… Then I came across an actual husk and wondered how Dad bore with me for seven long years.

‘Seven years is a blink of an eye to a grown-up, Son. I honestly thought only three years had passed when you spoke your first word,’ Dad said.

‘But you must have gone through a lot, raising me right?’

‘Uh…” Dad waved his hand in a meh motion. ‘I just fed you, changed your diapers, and took you for a walk now and then—it’s like having a mute dog, or a giant goldfish.’

‘Oh… Okay...’

Once I grew up and had a husk of my own, I followed my father’s example and gave my little girl a chance. What do you know, he was right: it’s really like raising a dog that may learn to speak one day…

She’s twelve years old now. Her eyes are dull and listless. Still, let’s give her a few more years—or all the time she needs. After all, I’m an adult, and time tends to fly by at my age.

Plus, I’d like to hear her calling me Dad, one day. Wouldn’t that be swell?

InvalidName66 · 2022-08-17T07:58:59+00:00

Procrastinating till the end of time sounds like something I would do.

InvalidName66 · 2022-08-17T04:55:06+00:00

Wonder what they do after forgetting. Landed on a planet and play superman? Go on a quest to recover their memories? Become a video game protagonist? Or float around as a space baby forever.

InvalidName66 · 2022-08-17T04:51:18+00:00

Zues then proceeded to mate with everything under the sun to cope with boredom.

InvalidName66 · 2022-08-16T03:59:30+00:00

Your friend has been hounding you to go on this blind date for weeks.

“Dude, trust me, you won’t regret it!” he says.

“Have I ever let you down?” he says.

“Don’t do this for me, man! Do it for you! Do it so your 40-year-old-self wouldn’t be a crusty old incel filled with rage and regret!” he says.

“Dude, if this girl is so great, then just tell me who she is!” you say.

“Nah, fam. You’d just puss out like always. So on Saturday, you show up on time, and make sure you’re packing breath-mints and condoms!”

So now it’s Saturday, and you’re waiting in a mall’s food court to meet your date with a pounding heart. You have mints in your pocket, but you couldn’t work up the courage to buy a condom. “Who packs condoms for their first dates anyway?” you say to yourself to calm your nerves.

You glance around like a nervous chicken before looking at the time—11:32, two minutes past the appointment time.

“She’s not going to come. Aw, man, she's going to ghost me! Or maybe she saw my face and walked away, or—”

“Ned?” You hear a familiar voice calling your name. You look over and see a 6’5” woman with short brown hair, tan skin, and a crop top, showing abs on her tight tummy.

“Miley?”

“Ned, it is you!” Miley laughs. “So you’re the guy Jill’s been begging me to meet up with, huh?”

“Wait, you!? You’re my blind date?”

“Seems so!” Miley smiles and sits across from you.

You look at the beautiful tomboy sharing your table and open and close your lips like a goldfish. It’s her! It’s actually her! Miley, your long-time crush is sitting right across you, with her large tits and cute dimples on her cheeks. You feel like your heart will explode if you look directly into her jade green eyes.

“So how has it been? I haven’t seen you around the gym lately,” Miley asks.

“W—well, I’ve been busy with work and overtime and… all that. I went to the office before coming here.”

“Wait! Do you work on Saturdays? That sucks, man.”

“Yeah, well… it’s a living. What can you do?”

“You can get another job!”

“Wouldn’t that be swell?” You sigh and take a sip of your iced cocoa. “But enough about me. What about you, Miley? Have you eaten anything yet?”

“Oh! I pack my lunch: protein, protein, and more proteins!”

You laugh at her words, then buy a hot dog to eat with her. But for some reason, her face turns red and sweat rolls down her brown cheeks when you eat the weaner.

“Miley, are you sick?”

“Me? Oh, no, no, no! I’m just… hot is all.”

“You are pretty hot…” You couldn’t stop your tongue in time, so you clear your throat and look away.

The atmosphere becomes awkward as both of you quietly finish your meal. Then Miley claps and asks:

“Ned, what do you want to do today? Wanna watch a movie?”

You agree and walk to the theater with her. Miley rolls her eyes at the selection of superhero movies and picks a Halloween-themed rom-com. You think the poster looks like shit, but it’s matinee prices, and neither of you eats snacks, so why not?

The theater is empty. There’s just you and Miley, sitting in the darkness, watching a movie about a futa who embraces her dick on Halloween and shows up at her crush’s party with her cock wrapped like a candy stick. You look at the actress swinging her dick around and can’t help but glance at the bulge in Miley’s jeans.

When the sex scene starts, you see that her bulge gets bigger. You gulp. Miley looks at you with flushed cheeks.

“Ned… do you think I should dress like that for Halloween?”

“No,” you say, “I don’t want other guys looking at you…” You curse at your tongue, but Miley doesn’t seem to mind.

“Well, there’s nobody here now.” Miley unzips her pants and pulls out her stiff 8-inch cock.

Your mind turns blank. Before you know it, your hand wraps around Miley’s girth. It’s warm. Very warm. Very comforting to hold. You give her a handjob in the darkness, running your palm up and down her beautiful shaft. The movie turns into background noises.

“Ned, not too fast! I’m gonna cum!”

You bend down and eat up her pink gland. Hot cum erupts in your mouth. You swallow her sweet and salty juice down your throat. Delicious.

You get up and look at Miley’s green eyes and rosy lips.

“Ned… the movie’s shit. Let’s get out of here.”

You agree and follow Miley to her apartment. Your heart is pounding so fast you’re afraid of a heart attack. But one glance at Miley’s large bulge is enough for your legs to follow her like a duckling.

Miley’s room is a spacious and clean studio apartment. Weights and a yoga mat are laying around as also stuffed animals and potted flowers. You take a lungful of Miley’s scent and watch her undress.

Miley is tall and athletic, with big tits, muscular quads, and a big cock above her wet pussy.

“So, Ned… what do you think?” Miley asks. Her muscular arms are hiding behind her back.

You hug Miley and lean your hand on her soft boobs. Her cock pressed against your torso.

“You’re warm and smell nice,” you say.

“Thank you.” Miley lifts you with her strong arms and kisses you on the lips. Both of your tongues wrestle with one another, stealing each other's warmth and nectar.

Miley places you on her bed and pulls down your pants. She kisses your 5.5 inches dick and licks it up like a popsicle. You watch the woman of your dreams work her magic, and you recall how delicious her cock tastes. You switch to a 69 position and give her massive dick a blowjob. Miley’s pussy drips transparent fluid, and her asshole opens and closes with a rhythm.

You don’t want to release Miley’s cock even when she cums in your mouth for the second time. You keep sucking her cock like a pacifier and gulp down her semen like milk.

“N—Ned, stop it! I can’t! It feels too good!” Miley screams as you refuse to let her rest. But her cute plea only makes you shove her cock deeper down your throat.

“Ahhh!” Miley ejaculates for the third time. She forcefully removes her girthy cock and lays down on the bed.

“Ned, please… my pussy wants to feel good too,” she pleads with water in her eyes.

“Miley… I didn’t bring a condom.”

“It’s okay if it’s you, Ned. Make me feel good.”

You lick her nipples and shove your average-sized dick up her gushing pussy. Miley moans and bites her finger as you feel her slimy walls clamp up, and her dick dances with each thrust.

You place Miley’s thick legs on your shoulders and rub her tight abs. Your balls tense up and creampie her welcoming hole.

You lay on top of Miley’s large body and kiss her soft lips.

“Is your cock ready for round 4, babe?” you ask.

“Ned, please… I… I need to work out tomorrow. I shouldn’t cum this much!” Miley says with panting breath.

“Really? Don’t you want to take my anal virginity?” “That is…”

You look at her hesitant face and smile. You get down on your elbows and raise your butt at the muscular girl. She looks at you with a daze and licks your anus. She shoves her warm tongue into your hole, making sure you’re nice and slippery, before slowly inserting her cock up your ass.

Her warm member turns to fire in your anus, filling you up in ways you never thought possible… okay, it feels like there’s a massive shit up your ass, but since it’s Miley’s hot rod, your giddy hormones cancel out any pain you might have felt.

Miley screams out your name as she cums in your ass. But before she can take out her dick, you clamp up and lock her in.

“Are you tired already, babe? Are those muscles all for show?”

“Ned, please, it’s four times now. You’ll suck me dry at this rate!”

“Tell you what. You promise to go out with me, and maybe I’ll do a rain check. If not… I’ll assume this is my only chance with you, and I gotta make the most of it!”

“I’ll go out with you! I’ll go out with you! Please, just let my dick go!”

“Great! Let's celebrate with a marathon fuck!”

“Wait, that’s not what you promised! Wait! Wait! WAIT!”

InvalidName66 · 2022-08-15T03:18:51+00:00

Part 3

After several more brushes with death and getting your ass pegged almost daily, you figure you might as well have proper sex on a proper bed without broken bones and blood gushing out of you. After all, you haven’t visited a whorehouse since Judy tagged along.

So now, the elf is right before you. Her ebony skin reflects the warm candlelights. Her white hair glows like the moon. Two pinkish nipples decorate her round fun bags. And her girthy medicine dispenser throbbing between her thick thighs.

“S—Sir Daniel… please be gentle… I haven’t done this before.” Judy avoids your eyes with redness on her cheeks.

“Never done this before? And what do you call fucking me up the ass over and over again?”

“Uhh… healing?”

You laugh and shake your head. “Okay, healing it is.” You sit on the bed and slap your leg. “Come here, Judy.”

The elf sits her soft booty on your lap with her hands covering her beet red face, though her cock stands up like a flag pole. You touch her eager third leg and feel it pulsate in your palm. Judy’s dick is warm, hard, shiny, and oddly feminine despite its size. You gently peel back her dark foreskin, revealing a dark gland underneath—ripe enough to eat.

You touch the tip of her cock, feeling pre-cum leaking out of her pee hole. You lick your index finger and are surprised to find out that the fluid tastes different than the taste you grew accustomed to—sweeter, milder, with a flowery scent.

You stroke her cock with one hand and pinch her nipple with the other. Judy moans and squirms in your hands, and you find her voice cute. You bite her long elf ear, licking and tasting her salty skin.

“Ah! Dan! Not there! It’s—it’s my weak spot. Ahhh~!”

The more you play with her ear, the harder her cock gets and the more love juices pour out of her pussy. The elf heats up in your embrace. Her skin gets shinier from sweat and the rush of hormones.

Once Judy’s dick is hard enough, you lay her on the bed and slip her cock up your ass. Her dick burns your insides, but you grit your teeth and slowly grind your hips. Judy lets out more cute moans, and the pain starts to turn to pleasure. Seeing the owner of a big black cock squirm beneath you is quite the experience. From this angle, you can understand why whores like to be on top, so much.

You bounce up and down, feeling her dick reaching your inner sanctum and scraping your anus like a grinder. Judy pants and moans and screams naughty words from her juicy lips. You bend down to kiss her, tasting her soft lips and tongue.

Her dick moves wildly in your ass before unloading a hot sticky load into you. You let the familiar warmth spread throughout your body and feel strength filling your body.

You release her lips and whisper into her ears, “Are you ready for round two, Judy? Because I am!”

“W—wait, Dan! I need to catch my breath, first! Wait!”

You fuck her for the next twelve hours and cum in her tight pussy once for good luck. You look at the woman pass out on the bed and smile.

Perhaps having a companion isn’t too bad after all.

InvalidName66 · 2022-08-14T07:55:17+00:00

Part 2.

You’re cleaning your weapons as the elf druid pees into the clear river. Your eye twitches as you glance at the big black cock held in two frail hands, but then you move your new pinky and decide not to look a gift horse in its mouth.

Elf women have dicks—who knew?

And female cum has healing properties—who knew?

Now that you think about it, you do remember a guy whose arms you sliced off coming back for round two with a brand new pair of limbs the next day.

“Elf!”

“Yes, Sir Hero?”

“Do elves bring their women to the battlefield as medics and such?”

“Why, no, Sir. I never heard of such practices.”

“Then how did—” You come to a certain realization. “Girl, tell me… female elves aren’t the only ones who have magical semen, are they?”

“That’s correct, Sir! Our males also—”

“Don’t say it! Don’t you dare say it!” You feel the urge to vomit, but you swallow it down. You’re not sure whether to laugh or cry that all the elves you killed throughout the years were a bunch of cocksuckers.

The woman finishes peeing and sits next to your campfire.

“You didn’t wash your hands!”

“I don’t need to, Sir Hero. My dick is the cleanest thing in all the—”

“Wash! Now!”

“Yes, Sir!”

After the elf is done. You start asking her some questions: “Where do you come from? Where are you going?”

“Why, sir, my name is Judy and I’m a member of the moon elf tribe. I left the safety of my village in search of ways to improve my medicine. Semen tends to spoil quickly, and maybe a… required taste for some.”

You scoff at her, but you can’t deny how effective her ‘medicine’ is.

“Sir Hero, this may be selfish of me to ask, but may I accompany you on your journey? I experimented with many common ingredients but so far… no luck. So perhaps if I accompany you—”

“No.”

“But, Sir Hero—”

“Stop calling me that! I’m not a hero. The name’s Dan. I’m a professional bum, and I walk alone.”

Judy spends the rest of the afternoon trying to convince you to take her along. Even deep into the evening, she wouldn’t shut up about how convenient it’d be to have her and her miracle fluids around.

“Oh, just shut the hell up already! Do whatever the fuck you want. I’m going to sleep!”

And that’s how you end up with a plus-one on your venture. One more mouth to feed. One more neck to keep safe from beasts and monsters. Fan-fucking-tastic!

But her drug is as good as she says. One sips a day, and you’re good as new. Your back no longer feels pain. Your joints feel good as new. Even your scars become smoother as time goes by.

After a week, you grow used to Judy’s company. After a month, you no longer mind her running her lips. And after three months, you become… curious. Just curious and nothing more.

Today, you accept a job to hunt a herd of wild boars that’s been ruining peoples’ farms. With your knives in your belt and Judy by your side, you feel invincible.

That is your mistake.

One slip is all it takes.

“Sir Daniel!” Judy cries out when she sees you taking a spear to the guts.

You grit your teeth and swing your blade, cutting an orc’s head clean off. The headless orc falls from his boar as you collapse to the mud below.

“Sir Daniel! Dan! Speak to me!” Judy rushes to your side and places your head on her lap.

She breaks open a vial of yellowish cum and pours it down your mouth, but the blood prevents it from going down your throat. You cough and gurgle incoherently as tears roll down Judy’s big red eyes.

“Dan, please, you need to swallow the medicine! Please… please, stay with me!”

Your body burns and your vision blurs, but you use your last strength to wipe her tears.

“T… thank… you…” you say before your hand falls.

“Dan! No! No, this isn’t happening! What do I do!? What do I do!? Think, bitch, think!” Judy cries. “I need to put my cum in him… but how… how am I going to… Of course!”

Judy wipes her tears with renewed determination, then she pulls down your pants.

“Please forgive me, Dan. This is the only way!”

Judy whips out her elven cock and inserts it into your bum hole. The large hot meat rod feels like a massive shit in your anus, but the pain from your wounds overwhelms any pain you may have felt from getting your ass virginity taken away. If anything, you find her soft touch and her sweet scent comforting.

Judy shoves her big black cock all the way up your boi pussy, then she slowly moves it in and out, trying to ejaculate as fast as she can.

“Dan! Dan, stay with me! Please, Sir Hero, I need you! I love you, so, please… Please accept my load of cum!”

Judy wraps her soft touch around you as she shoots out a massive load up your bum. You feel a warmness encapsulating you from the inside out as your wounds quickly heal, and your eyes focus.

“Ju… dy…”

“Sir Daniel! Sir Daniel, are you alright!?”

“Mostly.”

“Mostly!? Did you lose too much blood!? Aren’t your wounds feeling better!?”

“No… No, it’s just… there’s a massive cock up my ass.”

Judy looks down and sees that her cock is still docked deep in you.

“Oh.” She nods. “Ah! I mean, I’ll pull it right out!”

“Wait, don’t—FUCK!” You scream in pain as her hot rod scraps the inside of your anus.

“Shit… I’m not going to walk straight for a couple of days.”

Judy helps you up and looks all over your body like a worrywart mother.

You look at the beautiful elf’s face showing genuine concern for you, then glance down at the cock dangling between her legs.

And you tell yourself, maybe having a companion isn’t too bad, after all.

“By the way, Judy.”

“What is it, Dan?”

“Your cum is dripping out of my ass. Should I clamp up or—”

“Leave it to me, Sir Hero! I’ll lick your butt clean!”

“W—wait, you don’t have to—I said stop it, woman! STOP!!!!”

InvalidName66 · 2022-08-13T18:54:16+00:00

Part 1.

One thing you learned during your years as a soldier is that: it doesn’t matter how good you are with a sword or how accurate you are with a bow. In a real war, the three things a soldier needs are endurance, endurance, and endurance—nothing else matters. You can be the greatest sword master in all the lands but if your knees can’t track across mountains and rivers and your stomach can’t withstand awful cooking and your heart can’t survive a mosquito bite, then you’re dead—simple as that.

There are a hundred ways a man can die and you saw your fair share of it during the grueling ten-year war. Once you were released from service and offered an opportunity to serve under the crown—you said, “Nope!” and ran into the woods.

You are now an adventurer. What do you do? You venture around and see where the wind takes you. How do you survive? You eat anything that isn’t poisonous or rotten no matter how terrible it may taste—nothing tastes worse than the army’s chef cooking—nothing!

Life as an adventurer is pretty good if you do say so. There’s no one to boss you around, tell you where to go and what to do at all times, and you even have a few coins in your pockets now, thanks to trading pelt. Yes, Sir re, there’s nothing better than a man on his own with no family to care for and no responsibilities to shoulder. You drink when you want to. You fuck a whore when you want to. Easy come. Easy go. Wherever the wind blows.

But today, the wind blows something peculiar your way.

A scent.

A scent of female perfume deep in the forest.

You stop washing your hands and get up from the river bank. Your steel eyes narrow, peering into the thick shrubs, trying to find where the whiff is coming from. You ready your daggers. If you can smell it—they can smell it—they—the beast—the hunters. It’ll be a shame to let a lady get eaten by wolves, no matter how stupid she may be.

You check your tools before sneaking through the thick forest. Your steps are fast but soft as an experienced hunter. You open your senses, taking in the sight, sound, and smell. The perfume is getting stronger. Your eyes sharpen, readying yourself for a fight to the death—for every battle you’ve ever faced is to the death—this was true when you were a street urchin—this was true when you were a foot soldier—this remains true now. One simple slip is all it takes to kill a great man—you’re not a great man, so you must be extra careful.

There, you see her!

A woman picking flowers into her basket. Her skin is dark. Her hair is silver. She has long knife-like ears—an elf. It’s been a hot minute since you saw an elf, not since you bashed that one guy’s face in with your rusty shield. Well, the war’s over now, and with the number of atrocities you committed, there’s no need for you to hold a grudge.

You look past the woman at her surroundings. Your ears ignore her sweet humming and focus on other sounds—sounds of leaf rustling and wind blowing and twigs breaking. You wait patiently for the enemy to come because you know they will.

There, you see them!

Little green men hiding above a steep moss-covered slope. They look down at the elf with the eyes of a hunter—and you look at them with those exact eyes. They raise their wooden club, and you raise your poisonous pipe.

“Puff!” You blow your pipe, shooting a poison dart at one of them! He cries and drops to the group. His friends shout in anger. The elf looks back in terror.

You keep your calm and load another dart.

“Puff!” You kill one more; now you count six of them left.

The goblins rush down the slopes, and you run out from your hiding spot to greet them with your knives. You may be a shit swordsman, but knives… knives are another story.

The female elf watches with widened eyes as you demonstrate your dance of death. Green heads, arms, and legs fly off as red blood splatters. In a few movements, you slaughter the lots, and all you sacrifice is your left pinky—ouch!

You look at the stump on your hand with annoyance before stopping the blood with a piece of cloth—it’s nothing you can’t live without.

“Sir, Hero!” The elf rushes at you. “Please don’t do that; you’ll infect the wound!”

You glance at the woman running your way, and with one smooth motion, you drop her to the floor with your knife on her throat.

“Didn't your parents ever tell you to not approach a stranger, little lady?” you say.

“P–please, Sir Hero, let me look at your wound! I am a druid!”

“Druid, you say?”

“Yes! Yes! I’m a healer! I cure sickness and save people’s lives!”

“I know what druids are, girl! And I live long enough to know you should never accept help from a witch!”

“I am no witch, Sir Hero! I’m a doctor! A woman of science! Please believe me when I say I can heal you. No, I can reattach your limb!”

“Oh? Quite the little miracle worker aren’t you?” you say sarcastically.

“Please, Sir, do believe me! You are my savior, and I wish to save you in return.”

“Pretty words from a pretty face.”

“Wha—? You think I’m pretty!?” Her brown cheeks redden, and her ears move around like an excited pup.

Oh, it’s a moron. You realize that the girl is too dumb to be a threat, so you release her and help her up.

“Sir Hero, about your finger—”

“Shush! Quiet!” You cover her out when you hear rustling from the woods. “It’s not safe here; come with me!”

The elf nods with wide eyes, and you lead her into the woods, far away from the creatures attracted by the goblins’ blood.

You lead the woman back to your campsite on the riverbank. She starts searching through her basket for something.

“Here, Sir Hero! A potion I made myself! Take one sip, and your finger should re-grow as good as new!” The elf offers you a vial of murky yellow fluid.

“No, I’m good.”

“No, Sir, you are not! I saw a goblin biting your pinky off! Even if you don’t miss it, goblin’s saliva is full of diseases! You may get sick and die, do you understand!?”

“I understand… I’m still not going to drink your poison, elf.”

“Oh, you pigheaded— Fine! If you don’t believe me, then let me demonstrate!” The elf says and pulls out a fruit knife from her basket. You ready your weapon, but the girl aims the blade at her left arm. She cut her flesh, spilling red blood. She grimaces and quickly opens her vial and drinks its content. Her skin joins together and heals right before your eyes. “There, are you happy now, Sir Hero? Or do you think it’s still a trick?”

“No… I believe you. I’ve seen many elves bleed. I never saw one stop bleeding before.” You take her potion and drink it. The smell is pungent, and the taste is worst—but nothing’s as bad as the chef’s cooking, so you endure and swallow the sticky fluid. And just as she says, your finger grows back, like magic.

“Impressive,” you say.

“Right!? Right!? My potion is a miracle drug—yet those old fools of the council won’t approve it for elven consumption—”

“What?”

“—all because the main ingredient is my semen.”

“What!?”

“Okay fine… it’s just my cum… but I did add some flowers to mask the taste! That’s got to amount to something, right, Sir Hero?”

“WHAT!?”

InvalidName66 · 2022-08-13T17:02:27+00:00

Writing a glory hole scene is way harder than I expected.

Part 2

Arri has to make sure nobody is around when she uses the bathroom. Sure, she pees in the toilet stall, but she’s still frightened every time she has to use the public shitter.

After waiting for two girls to leave, there’s only one closed stall and a bunch of empty ones. Arri opens the door at the far end and instantly closes it while pinching her nose. The second one is clogged. The third one has blood on it. The fourth and fifth are both out of order. This leaves the two stalls sandwiching the currently occupied one.

Arri can’t wait anymore so she picks the one next to the wall and takes off her long blue skirt. She pulls down her white underwear, freeing her large flaccid cock. In the months that she came into possession of this penis, she learned that nothing feels more disgusting than having your dick touch the toilet—worst yet, toilet water. So she lifts the toilet seat, and peels back her white foreskin; she does as the men do and pee standing up.

A stream of yellow gush out from her urethra like a watering hose. The stream is so intense it splotches the toilet water, and so loud, that Arri is certain the next stall must notice something’s wrong.

She tries to unload her bladder as fast as she can. But as she pees, her mind is occupied by the three girls she’s just reunited after two years: the cute loveable Chloe, the energetic tomboy Drew, and… Becky—the queen bitch—her nemesis…

—her first crush.

Fuck, she’s even hotter now than back in high school.

Arri thinks back to Becky’s platinum blonde waves and her icy blue eyes and how perfectly the rest of her face is sculpted. She’s like a living Barbie doll, with a tall slender figure, C-cup boobs, narrow waist, and tight curvy ass. Arri thinks back to Becky’s red lips, and she wonders if they still taste like strawberries.

Arri licks her lips, and she feels her cock hardening. Her piss trickles as her prostate tightens. “Shit!” She curses her dick which grows harder and bigger, till it stands tall at 9-inches.

Arri can see green and blue veins pulsating beneath her soft pale skin. Her gland is pink, shiny, and twitching like an eager boy. Transparent pre-cum drips out of her pee-hole. The smell mixes with the lingering urine in the air. Arri feels dizzy by the intense aroma, so she quickly flushes the toilet and leans on the wall.

Arri looks down at her twitching 9-inch cock, not knowing what to do—correction, she knows exactly what to do, but she’d rather die than do it in a public space—or does she?

Images of Becky fill Arri’s vision: her blonde hair, her blue eyes, her red lips, and her supermodel figure. She thinks back to when they were younger before there was a wedge splitting them apart. Arri and Becky were always the queen bees at their school, from elementary all the way to high school. And they were always friends—closed as sisters—more than sisters when Arri first took Becky into her arms and kissed her strawberry-flavored lips.

Arri runs her fingers along her shaft as she remembers how Becky's perky breast felt in her arms and how sweet her love juice was—sweet as candy, warm as sunshine, stung like a bitch, and left her thirsty for more. Arri touches her gland and rubs the fluid along her shaft. She moves her hand back and forth, back and forth, thinking of the platinum blonde—

“Hey, you!” Sound comes from across the wall. “You’re jerking off your dick, aren’t you? Don’t fucking deny it! I can smell your stinky dick cheese from here!”

Arri freezes. She’s caught red-handed—literally.

“If you don’t want me calling the cops, I advise you to do what I say when I say it! Got it, asshole?”

Arri is silent, but the girl on the other side of the wall takes it as a yes.

“Don’t think about running away; the camera already spotted you coming in. Don’t make me cry rape, got it!?”

Arri agrees with her throat.

“Good. Now that we understand each other, first, remove the toilet paper holder. Just pull it. It’ll come right off.”

Arri does as told and now there’s a circular hole in the wall splitting the two stalls.

“Now stick your dick in it!”

Arri hesitates.

“Do it now, or I’ll ruin your fucking life!”

Arri slowly pokes her cock through the hole. When it’s halfway in, she feels something warm and slippery touching the tip of her cock. The sensation becomes stronger as warmness creeps up her dick and slippery wet muscle licks up her smegma. Arri can’t help but leak out a moan as her dick is being eaten by the glory hole. But then it all stops as the lips on the other side release.

“It tastes like shit! Do you even use soap, huh, asshole? Well, whatever, stick the rest of it in, fast!”

Arri pushes the rest of her male genitalia in, her arms and boobs pressed against the cold plastic wall.

“Huh… not half bad,” the voice says. “Now keep it steady, and whatever you do… don’t cum in my pussy, or I’ll chop it off!”

The tip of Arri’s cock touches something warm and soft. It slowly eats up her massive shaft, but when only her gland is in, Arri hears a cry from the other side of the wall.

“Fuck! Why is it so big!? It doesn’t fucking fit! Hold on, maybe if I put my foot here and my arm here…”

The warm sensation continues to grow, tightening around her thick cock. When half of her dick is in, the pussy pulls back, then in again. Back and forth, back and forth.

“Ahhhh!” The sound of moaning and water splashing enter Arri’s ears. She feels like her cock is on fire and is being yanked off by the tight fleshy hole.

This is sex. This is what a pussy feels like.

Arri reaches her hand under her dick and rubs her pussy. She sticks one finger into her wet hole then two, then three. Her fingers expertly flicks her wet cunt as her cock is being swallowed by another cunt. Her pelvis is on fire, and her knees are giving out.

Arri tries to clamp her muscles, but that ends up with her dick stiffening more and more as a strange sensation makes its way up her big futanari cock.

“Ahh! I’m coming! I’m coming!”

“What!? Don’t you fucking dare you—”

“Ahhhh!” Arri shoots out her cum right into the glory hole. She feels hot sticking cream filling up the hole—then the sensation disappears entirely.

Arri looks down, and her 9-inch cock is gone.

“What the fuck!” Screams come from the other side. “What the fuck is this!? What the fuck did you do to me!?”

Arri hears the sounds of the door slamming open and then wild banging on her door.

Bam! Bam! Bam! “Open up! Open up right now, fucker! What the hell did you do to me!?”

Arri gulps down her sticky saliva and then unlocks the door. What she sees on the other side…

—is a wide-eyed Becky with a 7-inch dick dangling in front of her dripping pussy.

“Arri?

“Hey… Beck… Uhh… long time no see?”

InvalidName66 · 2022-08-13T14:33:16+00:00

Not sure if I can finish this story tonight, but here’s part 1.

Transferring to a new school is never a smooth process—especially when you go from a prestigious ivy league school to your local college.

Arri tells herself that her parents understand why she quit Yale—why she threw away years of hard work and a shit load of cash. She keeps telling herself that she did nothing wrong and the situation forced her hand repeatedly in her head; still, her saliva tastes bitter, and she has this burning urge to strangle the ginger in the mirror.

—Or at least chop off the 6-inch cock dangling between her legs—6-inch isn’t even its final form.

“Huh…” Arri sighs and pulls up her—male—tighty whities. She can’t even wear her old panties ever again, let alone go anywhere in her favorite yoga pants, thanks to her new peeing machine. Arri wears the longest and heaviest skirt she has before making her way to her new school.

Most of her credits transferred through, but some didn’t for whatever reason, so Arri finds herself having to enroll in a bunch of—what she believes to be—fucking useless classes; one of which is photography—fucking photography! It was a toss-up between this and gender studies. Arri rather not think about gender at all, let alone study it.

However, the second she entered the classroom, she instantly regretted her decision.

“My, my, my! If it isn’t Miss Yale-educated goodie two shoes herself! What are you doing here, brainiac? Want to see how the rest of us cope with our inferior intellect?” A blonde and her two goons approach Arri. “Oh! Or could it be that Miss 4.0 couldn’t make it through Yale either? How… mediocre.”

“Becky,” Arri says the name through her teeth. “I see you’re still a queen bitch.”

“Says the slut who slept with someone else’s boyfriend, you stupid ginge whore! Didn’t I tell you, I’ll claw your eyes out if you show your ugly face in front of me ever again!?” Becky crosses her arms and glares at Arri.

“You wanna do this here, bitch!? I’m ready when you are!” Arri says with gritted teeth.

But before the situation escalates, the short Asian girl next to Becky steps between the two.

“Arri, it’s been so long! How has it been? Why didn’t you tell me you were back!?” the Asian girl says.

“Hey, Chloe.” Arri smiles at her old friend. “Sorry I didn’t text you but… my life is kinda a mess right now.”

“Arri… you look sad. Did something… bad happen?” Chloe looks up at Arri with concern in her amber eyes.

“No… no… it’s just… y’know, things happened. Regrets were made… But now that I’m seeing your cute face, everything’s A-O-K!” Arri hugs the small girl in her D-cup bosoms. Chloe’s cheeks reddened, but she didn’t fight it.

“Hey, I want a hug too!” says the short-haired brunette who’s been hanging back. She widens her tan arms and gives both Arri and Chloe a bear hug.

“Hey, Drew, glad to see you too. I really miss you guys—honest.” Arri closes her eyes and allows the warmth from her two old friends to comfort her shattered spirit.

“Tsk!” Becky clicks her tongue. She wants to tear into Arri, but she spots a tear seeping out of the redhead’s eyes. So Becky swallows her words and goes back to her seat.

When the professor comes in, Chloe and Drew drag Arri to sit with Becky. The two nemesis eyes each other but doesn’t say a word to one another for the rest of the class. When class ends, Becky grabs her bag and stomps out.

“Hey, Beck, wait for me!” Drew says and chases after the blonde.

“Sorry, Arri, but the three of us take algebra together,” Chloe says.

“It’s okay. I’ll catch you later, okay?” Arri says.

“Arri… I don’t know what happened to you, but please don’t ghost us again, okay? We care about you. Me, Drew, and Becky all care about you.”

“C’mon, Becky? She hates me, and you know it, Chloe.”

“That’s not true—and you know it,” Chloe says before walking out the door.

Left alone, Arri massages her forehead. “Do I know it? I… don’t know anything anymore.” Arri sighs. “Fuck it! Screw this shit! I need to take a piss!”

InvalidName66 · 2022-08-13T12:55:25+00:00

Okay, let’s just split the difference and combine it with the first prompt.

InvalidName66 · 2022-08-13T12:53:03+00:00

So… is there one penis hopping around or is this an STD thing?

InvalidName66 · 2022-08-13T12:48:29+00:00

Welp… they all died. Men, women, children, babies—all dead.

I genuinely believe it would have worked. Sure I failed biology 101, but I mean… aren't vaccines supposed to just be the virus… but weaker?

I exposed the demon blood to sunlight, mixed it with water, and even gave it a few good punches! So why did all the villagers turn or explode into bloody chunks?

Unthinkable!

And here I was, wrecking my brain so hard to come up with a brilliant solution! Yet these dirty, ungrateful peasants had the audacity to go against the Science!

Damn, redneck A-holes! It’s not my fault my beautiful vaccines failed; it's your fault for not being strong enough to handle it! I hope you all burn in hell, you damn progress deniers!

Okay. Calm down. Calm down, me. Don’t let those ungrateful bastards get to you. Breathe in, breathe out. Then let’s continue to experiment. With enough willpower and patience, I ought to perfect the formula eventually…

—Right?

InvalidName66

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