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"What wonderful dreams they must have been," Sindy intoned slyly. Her six-fingered hands roamed over Mikane's body, streaking it with orange where ramen powder mingled with the oily lubricant of Mikane's sweat. "I want to make sweet like to you."
"Oh god help me," Mikane laughed, an anxious belch. "My thighs are going numb."
"That's because you're going into labor, sweety." Sindy was wearing her most seductive shade of yellow, a bright shade the color of a banana slug. "It matches your eyes," she said, with wonder in her baritone voice.
"And my skin and my hair!" Mikane cackled. "What are we going to name the child?"
"Torvald. His name means 'Extinguisher of Light' in the ancient tongue."
"IA TORVALD!" Mikane shrieked. "IA IA!"
This writer has Asperger's, so no constructive criticism.
Especially genderbent tropers.
Acacia Black: An eccentric and wealthy young woman of 25. After the mysterious deaths of her parents she inherited their fortune and extremely large mansion. She is actually a sadistic lesbian that kindly takes in young girls who need a place to stay, and soon gives up the facade and starts to play sexual mind games on the girls and experimenting on them both mentally and physically. None of the girls have ever lived to tell the tale. She is well-known in the city for being incredibly beautiful and throwing great parties. Acacia appears removed from humanity - she is often genuinely uncaring of any potential consequences of her actions, and seems to have absolutely no regard for human morality. While she appears to have a distinct lack of empathy,
Alexis Carter: A 19 year old girl in her second year of college. She attends NYU and is studying to become an English teacher. She is kind, caring, and intelligent, but she is self-conscious and often puts others above herself. She and her little sister don't get along. She secretly holds a grudge against her for taking up too much of her time and responsibility.
Katie Carter: A 16 year old girl that was sent away by her parents to live with her older sister. She is a deliquent, and as been expelled from two schools. She's also one of the only characters to openly like girls at the start of the story. Her mother found out about this and sent her away in hopes of setting her straight. She is a prankster, and often doesn't take things seriously. She is into the scene subculture.
Miley Murdock: Alexis' best friend for years. She goes to the same school as her and is studying to be an actress. She and Alexis argue a lot about their views on politics, art, fiction, and society. She isn't like Alexis much at all. She is a fun-loving free-spirit, and more open-minded than Alexis. She is currently trying to find a place to live with Alexis. She gets along with Katie more than Alexis does.
Flo: The mysterious and intelligent assistant of Acacia Black. She is a scientist, and the only person who is the only person who knows of Acacia's true nature. Somewhat absent-minded and easy-going, Flo is actually the brain and sets up all of Acacia's experiments and inventions for her, knowing exactly how they work. She is a quiet young girl that follows Acacia for unknown reasons.
"I've been PMSing like 25/8 ever since that evil sorcerer put that woman curse on me," I said.
"Jesus fuck would you shut the fuck up! All you ever talk about is how much your vagina hurts! In public! It's fucking creepy! Christ!" Bob - or was it Vorpy? - shrieked.
"Sorry," I replied. "Bitch."
"What the fuck did you say?" Borpy demanded.
"I said that we should fuck," I suggested. "Whaddaya say? You, me, bumping uglies. It'll be great. You're a lesbian, right? And I'm a woman now, so I might as well lez it up like it's going out of style."
"When you say it that way," Borpy replied sarcastically, "It sounds absolutely enchanting. You still have stubble, by the way. You are absolutely the most disgusting thing I've ever seen."
"I love you too."
"Not what I said."
"Your body says yes, even though your mind and your restraining order are telling me no."
"Stop dry humping me."
Actually, this is a terrible idea.
Yes.
Buttfuck II: The Re-Buttfuckening.
I can see the posters now.
Like, a Beastiary.
My god what have we allowed to come about?!
It fact, I think I will get started on this mythos right now, and use my fic as a frame story set in the mythos.
"No. That kinda defeats the entire point of using a troper.
I never found genderbends hot except in rare institutional cases.
Also, where the fuck is the incest yuri
you gotta have incest yuri man"
Satisfied with what he had typed, he hit the "Post Comment" button and closed the thread. Suddenly, he heard a strange noise coming from outside of his room. His parents weren't home, so it couldn't have been either of them. Despite this, it sounded as if a person had made it... but who?
"Anyone there?" He called out into the otherwise empty house. He got out of his chair to investigate, only to be grabbed from behind.
"WHAT THE- WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?!? LET ME GO!"
"Shh, Chagen. It's just me, Vorpy."
Chagen couldn't believe his ears. Vorpy? The IJBMer? How the hell did she get in his house?
"How the hell did you get in my house?" He asked, not sure whether to feel angry, frightened, horny, or just plain confused.
"So, you don't think genderbending is sexy, Chagen? I think I can change that."
"What do you-"
Chagen stopped as he felt something happening to him. He couldn't think of anything to describe it, but it was weird. He looked down at his brand new sweater cows.
"WHAT THE FUCK!?!"
"That's not all, Chagen. Kikikikiki."
Vorpy released Chagen, allowing him to turn around to get a good look at her. She looked... familiar, like someone he knew very well. Suddenly, it hit him. He was looking at a female version of his brother.
"Wha?! Vorpy, what are you-"
Before he could finish, [INSERT SOMETHING SEXY AND INCEST-Y HERE]
...Please forgive me, Chagen and Vorpy. ;_:
I live in an apartment not a houseHawt.What? No love for Hatter?
I want to be the little girl too.
big-breastedwomen.But I had a name picked out and everything. I'd be Hattrina, and I would be a maid in a fanciful castle filled with unicorns and ponies.
Chains 1
I couldn't hear the seagulls anymore. I couldn't smell the ocean anymore. I couldn't even feel the sand under my toes anymore. I have been running for day and night, scouring the seas left and right, diving into pools, looking under large amounts of driftwood, and calling out, letting my raspy, semi-quiet voice echo through the midnight looming seaside. Nothing ever replied. There was nothing alive on this island but me. Not one damn thing. After hours, maybe even days of calling out to anyone who was there, I slowly and slowly began to lose hope in it all. There probably wasn't anyone out there at all. There was probably only me. I dug my fingers into the sand when I collapsed on my feet, staring blankly and weakly at the beach, the light green moon reflecting off of the sea, which was more still and calm than I was.
I thought to myself in cryptic messages, my own thoughts evading me as I nestled myself against a crescent shaped rock, wiggling as close as I could against it for some span of warmth. I was alone, and I could confirm that. I was the only living thing on this island. I couldn't believe this actually happened. I couldn't believe that this was true. After all of my time struggling, I finally was given my wish. I was dead. I finally arrived to my own paradise. Anything I could possibly want was here, and anything I could possibly think of or ever thought of was here, at my disposable.
I was the only thing alive on this island, only because everything else, everyone else, was dead.