ReleaseIsAPrivilege

Faces!

I feel like a good face is the cornerstone of making a drawing look professional, and yet I feel like they are a personal weakness of mine. So I decided to do some studies! For the top ones, I would trace a reference, then try to redraw it to the right. Its crazy how much your hand can deviate from your eyes! All of these are from references. The goal is to grow my visual library from drawing a bunch of faces from reference, so hopefully my faces from imagination will feel more solid.

LOL!

Alright okay okay... oof haha. Saw an exercise online for creature design where you scribble a random shape with a marker, and then try to create a creature out of it afterwards. Was stuck away from home for a bit so I tried this traditionally and maaaaaan... it did not work xD At least two of them almost look like real creatures......

Creature design!

Was feeling inspired to dip my toe into the fantasy universe I've been thinking of, and felt a fun way to do that would be a little world building! Very simple idea for a creature, but was really the first time I've drawn an animal, so it was a fun challenge! Wanna do more of these. Maybe make a little bestiary for the world haha

Refined sketch style for concept art?

I really like the premise of a style like this, where you do basically a contour sketch with a ball-point pen type brush, where the focus isn't on line weight or making sure the lines cleanly connect to each other or the colors perfectly fit within the bounds, but rather you are focused on just getting an idea across. I have seen many artists pull this off and it looks incredible, as well as being super efficient for being able to run through lots of different drawings quickly and make multiple characters or iterations of a character to practice concept art and character design. Because of that, I really wanna learn how to make it work, but every time I try it, I feel like it just looks super amateur-esk......

Hypnosis Commission up on discord!

Check out the patreon-stories commission thread if you are interested!

Commission's Aubrey and Ms. Black spin-off chapter uploaded to discord!

Check out the patreon-stories commission thread if you are interested!

Fire Emblem fanart!

Got a commission from one you guys for some fire emblem fine art! I know absolutely nothing about fire emblem or its characters, but I think this is the first fan art I've done in over a year! It definitely can be a lot of fun to draw from predesigned characters and predetermined personalities. Thanks for the commission, and hope you all enjoy it!

SFW Setting!

I really want to work on expanding my portfolio, since I want to be a full time artist and creator. If I could replace my day job with an industry art job, I would get to spend way more time drawing and creating! Unfortunately, I can't just send them a portfolio full of nudes xD. So I want to create a sfw story line that I can create art and writing for, and this will give me the opportunity to make portfolio pieces, and give me some more diversity to help keep me motivated to create, as my excitement shifts between sfw and nsfw focuses. I have came up with several different settings and genres over the past couple months, and I want you guys to vote on which ideas you would have the most interest in!!

Halo - Chapter 3!

The mechanical glass doors sealed shut behind Halo. She dropped her shoulders, finally letting out a relaxed breath as she began walking down the sidewalk. She shifted with every step. Walking with the cage on was… unsettling. Just the weight of the steel alone was enough to constantly pull her attention, let alone the plate keeping her tightly compressed and flat against her body. At least I got my clothes back, Halo thought to herself, feeling another drip of precum wet the steel of her new prison.

Everything felt different now that she was caged. The way she walked, the feel of her clothes against her body, even the way the neon lights lit the busy streets. Halo pushed past the crowds, wincing with every bump, expecting them to somehow feel that she was caged by the way their shoulders collided. 

Halo had never noticed it before. Everything around her felt sexual. The ads that filled the screens of the streets were saturated with beautiful women and seductive posing. Everyone’s clothes felt just a bit more revealing, constantly luring Halo’s eyes to every exposed curve or glisten of saturated light on bare skin.

Halo locked her eyes to the cracked concrete, focusing on each step. She huffed to herself. She had to pull herself together. She had only been locked for less than an hour. If she was going to survive a few days, she couldn’t get so affected by a few holo-screens and some revealing clothes.

For the rest of her trip home, Halo forced her mind to think of anything besides the strain between her legs. The shake of the metro car. The passing conversations of those around her. Anything she could think of, she’d commit the entirety of her focus. By the time she pushed open the door to her apartment complex, she was exhausted. 

Halo lived in a crappy fourteen story apartment complex. The rent was cheap, and it was justified. It ran under the philosophy of: “If it isn’t technically illegal, then it’s fine.” The elevator worked, but was well beyond the average person’s definition of “safe”. The walls were scratched and worn, difficult to find even a five foot stretch without paint peeling off the cracked drywall. But the worst part was the walls. They were so thin, Halo could hear the muffled gargle of conversations from every floor as she climbed her way to her 6th story apartment. 

Halo closed her apartment door, resting her back against the painted wood. She took a deep breath, peeling off her jacket and walking to her kitchen.

Despite the quality of her apartment complex, Halo did her best to make her home feel cozy and welcoming. She repainted the walls, put throw rugs over the scrapes and gouges in the flooring, and took special care in how she oriented her furniture and lighting. For 300 credits a month, she was pretty proud of the look she managed to achieve. 

She pulled open the fridge, taking a moment to observe the depressing diversity of her options. She grabbed a cup of yogurt as her dinner, before flopping down on the couch. She peeled off the crinkling aluminum, before taking a bite. 

The only bright side of the thin walls was the entertainment value. Halo sat in the silence of her apartment, taking scoops of her yogurt as she listened to the muffled cacophony around her. 

Each of her neighbors had a different vibe. Her upstairs neighbor was active, she thought maybe they were in an aerobics class. During a set time of the day, music would come through the ceiling, coupled with rhythmic pounding. The playlist was always the same, and it always lasted an hour.

For her downstairs neighbor, she liked to imagine they were either a germaphobe, or the owner of seven lovable cats, since their vacuum seemed to be on for half of their waking hours. Her left door neighbor in 602 was quiet, but their door always leaked a strong aroma of food when she walked past it from the stairwell. She had never seen them, but she felt a kinship with whoever they were. Just as she was a budding model, maybe they were a budding chef, keeping their head down as they practiced constantly in their crummy apartment.

Her right door neighbors in 604? They were–

Muffled yelling pierced through the wall. There they go again, Halo thought to herself, scraping her yogurt container clean. Halo listened intently, trying to grasp that night's drama from the few clear words making it through the wall in every heated sentence. They were living a soap opera. They seemed to fight every night, and Halo had become rather invested in their spats. Though no matter how much they fought, their night always ended the same way. 

After a few minutes of listening to what seemed like a fight over the dishes, the intensity died down, only to reignite in a different direction, as their heated yelling was replaced with passionate moans. 

Halo absentmindedly licked her spoon clean, listening to their moans in the silence of her apartment. She shifted on her couch. Were they always this… intense? Halo squeezed her legs, trying to block out the growing sensation of tightness between them. She sucked her spoon clean again, despite her yogurt being minutes gone. 

Halo couldn’t silence the throbbing in her cage. She felt another spurt of precum leak into her already quite wet panties.

“Fuckk…” She whispered to herself. She shouldn’t be listening to this. She knew it was just making things harder. But the girl's moans were intoxicating. The pleasure she was feeling. The pleasure the guy must be feeling, thrusting into her and watching her moan and writhe in pleasure. Before she knew it, her hand was sliding into her panties, rubbing longingly against the flat plate of steel.

Halo whimpered, closing her eyes as her fingers trailed back and forth against the trembling, warm metal. She tried to imagine herself in her neighbors house. How it would look to watch her moan with every thrust. How it would feel to be the one thrusting into her. Her fingers sped up, frantically moving across her balls as she smeared precum across them, praying for just a speck of pleasure to somehow make its way beneath the cruel shield.

The couples moaning stopped for a moment, replaced with the dull thuds of excited footsteps. Halo nearly shrieked as a loud thud slammed against her wall, before the moaning resumed at a much higher volume. Halo covered her mouth, holding herself silent. He was fucking her against their adjoining wall. Halo slowly climbed off the couch. She crept over to the wall, placing her ear on it.

They sounded so close. Like they were in the same room. She couldn’t take it. She tore off her clothes, hastily kicking her soaked panties across the floor before crumpling to the ground. She pressed her back against the wall, feeling the subtle vibrations of every thrust as she frantically rubbed her cage. Her hips bucked jealousy, unconsciously syncing to the man’s thrusts. Her other hand gripped into her chest, squeezing hard enough to leave white streaks beneath her fingers.

“Fuckkk yes! Harder!!” The girl moaned. Halo’s hips responded, flinging precum from her cage as she bucked against the air. The girl’s moans turned to shrieks as her hand slapped against the wall. Halo whimpered silently. Her cheeks burned at the thought of her actions. Her neighbor, getting the fucking of her life on the other side of the wall, while she whimpered naked and caged, leaking precum to the floor with every thrust she felt through the wall. 

“Goddd keep going! Don’t stop!!” The pounding hastened. The guy’s grunts become softly audible between the girl’s shrieks of pleasure. Halo’s imagination couldn’t keep up. She longed to see the other side of the wall. Her cheeks burned as the thought of knocking on their door and asking to join pierced her mind.

“Mnggg fuckk yes fill me! Oh fuck don’t stop!! I’m cumming too!!” The girl let out a guttural moan. Halo moaned into her hand, shaking her cage so much her precum slicked balls audibly slapped against her thighs and cage. She whimpered, teetering on the edge as her frantic thrusts strung ropes of precum between her cage and legs like fairy lights.

The thrusting slowed, finally coming to a stop. Despite that, Halo’s hips and frantic rubbing didn’t slow. She suppressed another moan, listening carefully, begging them to go another round. But after a minute or two of silence, she heard the subtle thud of their retreating footsteps. 

Halo moaned in frustration, squeezing her legs tight around her cage, bucking in an attempt to fuck her own thighs. She needed more. She needed it! She quickly opened her neural links heads up display. She pulled up the net, quickly searching for the visuals to what she had just listened to. She clicked on the first video result, eagerly rubbing her cage as it started up.

It started with the two sitting clothed on the couch. They were making out, with the guy slowly running his hands over the girl’s t-shirt and between her legs, while she slowly massaged the growing bulge in his pants. Halo bit her lip as the man slid his hand under her shirt, eliciting a soft moan as he massaged her chest. Halo’s hand instinctively matched his, mimicking the motions on her chest, imaging the feeling of his lips on hers instead. 

They guy pushed her down across the couch, unbuttoning her before tearing off her shirt and shorts, leaving her in just a set of black, seductive underwear. Halo rubbed faster as he kissed her, unlatching her bra behind her back. Halo leaned in, salivating over what she was so desperate to see, her hand rubbing faster she teetered on the edge. 

She was so desperate. Just her tits. Just her tits were enough. She felt her orgasm bubbling in her cage, begging feverishly beneath the metal. He pulled off her bra, causing Halo to moan with the force of his tear.

Halo blinked, trying to clear her eyes. Something was wrong. The moment her bra was ripped away, her tits seemed to drop in resolution. Halo rubbed her eyes, looking again. The more she looked, the more the resolution dropped. Blurry turned to completely blurred, then to pixels, then larger and larger pixels as the boobs blurred out of anything recognizable. 

“What the f–” Halo whispered. She looked away from the screen, blinking aggressively. Her apartment looked normal. The video was still playing in the corner of her eye. In her peripherals, the blurring vanished. Halo quickly snapped her attention back to the video, but the instant she did, the pixelation returned.

“Uggh!” Halo fumed. What the hell was happening?! The more she focused on it, the more she strained to see her bouncing chest, the more it blurred and faded out of existence. Every time she looked away, the seeming fix to her tits in her peripherals beckoned her to look back, teasing her before pixelating the moment she gave in. 

Halo exited the video, quickly clicking on the next. And the next. No matter what video she tried to watch, no matter how quickly she turned to and from the screen, what she wanted to see the most resided in blurred obscurity just outside her focus. 

“What the hell is this!?” Halo burst out. “They didn’t tell me anything about this!” She groaned, slumping back against the wall. It had only been a couple hours at most since they locked her up, and she was already losing her mind. Why’d they have to ruin my stupid orgasm!? Halo cursed, wishing her complaining would do something to ease the desire aching in her core. 

She looked down to her glistening cage. She studied it, as though her eyes could unlock it if she took in every detail. Her cheeks reddened. It really was totally, completely flat. It’s like she didn’t even have a cock. To her dismay, she noticed a surge of precum leak from the metal. 

She pushed herself off the floor. She blushed upon noticing the pool of precum she left against the cool wood. She grabbed her shirt with her toes, quickly wiping it up with her feet before kicking it to the side.

She didn’t bother getting dressed. Or rather, she didn’t want to. With how horny she was, the thought of getting dressed and ignoring her desperation seemed impossible. She flopped on the couch, absentmindedly fiddling with her cage as she pulled up the net once again. She searched her favorite modeling company, scrolling through their catalogues and runway videos. But the longer she looked, the more she felt uneasy. 

It was like an itch deep inside her core, begging her to pay attention to it. The throbbing in her cage spread to her mind, making her feel restless as she watched. She pulled up a new tab, resuming the video she had been watching before. The instant the moans hit her ears, a small sense of relief trickled through her.

She knew watching porn would just make things worse on her, but she couldn’t stop. Her body ached for stimulation, regardless of what it was. She was forced to ignore her cock physically, so her body craved the next best thing. She turned her attention back to the fashion catalogue, feeling her stomach tingle as the moans and intoxicating visuals in her peripherals barraged her senses. 

She lost track of how long she maintained this balance; massaging her cage with precum and flicking her eyes between her two screens, pretending she could turn off the porn whenever she wanted. Her arousal constantly crept higher, but at a slow enough rate to allow her feigned control. Who knows, maybe they’d call her tomorrow and tell her she could come in to get the cage removed. She was supposed to test a whole line of new products, so it’d make sense for them to move her on to new things!

Halo closed her eyes, softly bucking her hips against her hand as she imagined the relief. Getting the cage removed and finally cumming again. The thought alone extracted a soft moan.

An abrupt vibration ignited between her legs. Halo yelped, squeezing her legs around the sudden euphoria. She moaned, sliding her hands between her slicked thighs, pressing the vibrations as hard as she could into her throbbing, squished cock.

Feeling them against her hand, she realized just how faint the vibrations actually were. They were a gentle tickle at best, but her pent up frustration and the tightness of the flat cage made them feel overwhelmingly intense on her cock. 

She moaned, bucking her hips against her hand, desperately trying to add to the stimulation. Despite how intense the vibrations felt, she felt as though she was barely moving towards the edge. It felt endless, causing her to writhe in twisted pleasure and agony.

“I can’t, I can’t!” Halo squirmed. She closed out of the net, quickly pulling up the number she was given to contact Shorai. She squeezed her jaw shut, holding in her moans as her neuralink began dialing.

Each ring felt excruciatingly long. She bit her lip, trying to silence the vibrations with the pressure of her thighs.

“Goddd!! If you’re going to vibrate, at least let me–!”

“Hello?” Halo immediately cut off her words, trying to feign a smile.

“Mr. Brook, hello! I-I was just calling because I was, um. I was e-experiencing some issues with the product that we hadn’t t-talked about?” Halo’s body squirmed, her voice shaky from trying to strip the arousal from her tone.

“I see. I am your point of contact for your contract, however, I do not know the specifics of the products themselves. I believe Doctor Kelley is still in the lab. Please hold?” 

“No wait–!” Music began playing. “Ugggh!!” Halo groaned. Her mind was slowly fogging over. The vibrations’ onslaught was relentless. Her body quivered, teetering just before the edge. Every moment under their cruel stimulation stretched endlessly. They felt so powerful. Like a second beneath their buzz would be enough to cum. And yet, the edge continued to elude her. 

She flipped onto her stomach, tossing a throw pillow between her legs. She humped frantically, urging her cage to cooperate and let her slip over.

“Hello?” The music stopped, replaced by Doctor Kelley’s listless voice.

“Yes! Hello! T-this is Halo, I was just calling because I was experiencing some… the product is doing things w-we hadn’t talked about?”

“Mhmm, such as?” Halo could hear Doctor Kelley’s attention focused away from the phone.

“I-It seems to be–” Halo took a deep breath, squeezing her eyes shut in an attempt to expel the dizzying stimulation from her mind. “It’s uh… It’s making my vision blurred in spots?”

“Specifically over nudity, correct?” Halo’s cheeks flushed.

“Um… y-yeah.”

“That is part of the Shorai industries software we installed, and is functioning perfectly. Was that all?” 

“N-no! Okay…” Halo’s cheeks were radiant. “Actually, the thing is, i-it’s vibrating and I c-can’t take it! P-please turn it up so I can cum! Or turn it off! Anything!!” Halo took in a sharp breath. Her lungs froze as her body tightened, finally feeling the edge slip just under her feet. Please please please halo mouthed to herself. Just as she felt herself teetering over, the vibrations cut off. 

Halo groaned, burying her face into her couch, hiding her embarrassment of edging on the phone with her boss. Her breath was ragged, letting her aching muscles finally relax.

“Th-thank you.” Halo whimpered, barely audible through her couch cushion.

“Thank you? For?”

“O-of course I would have rather f–...finished, but the vibrations were torture.”

“Oh I see the confusion. I didn’t turn them off. I suppose they just happened to pause at that moment.” Halo lifted her head, staring into the couch cushion as she processed.

“Paused?”

“Correct. Once the wearer has watched 3 hours of porn, the vibration system is activated. You were only locked up 4 hours and 27 minutes ago, so you hit the benchmark surprisingly fast.” Halo could hear Doctor Kelley’s pen scratching. “...Anyways, that system is autonomous. I don’t control it from here. It will vibrate at varying levels of intensity, for varying amounts of time, with varying stretches of rest between sessions, always stopping just shy of an orgasm.

“N-no, that’s not…” Halo’s mind raced, feeling her cock throb and leak, still pressed against her pillow. “I-I don’t think… N-no! How am I supposed to handle that!? Wh-what about sleep!?!”

“Don’t worry, all of Shorai industries products have been vetted for safety. There are different parameters for the vibrations during sleep, to allow you to get the required amount of REM sleep, without pausing the program completely.”

“O-okay, but… Okay can’t you just record that the vibrations are too–... Can’t you just turn them off and then take note that they were too intense or something?! I’m gonna… I’m gonna lose it!”

“We must maintain consistency with the experiment's predetermined plan to maintain its integrity. Of course we are quite interested in your thoughts, however. We’ll give you an opportunity to explain your experiences in your scheduled checkup next week. See you then.”

“W-wait, next week!?!?!” Click!

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Hope you all enjoyed the 3rd chapter for our CYOA!! What do you guys want to happen next? Be sure to post your ideas for the direction of the next chapter, and we can vote/compile them into part 4! Very excited to see what you guys think of, and I hope I captured as many of your ideas for chapter 3 that I could fit together cohesively!

Special thanks to one of you who commissioned this chapter in order to get it out as early as possible for everyone! Was fun to work on this again after such a large break!

Continuation poll!

Alrighty! So with kinktober finally over, I wanted to do this poll to see what you guys thought of various prompts, and if you thought we should expand on any of your favorites! I'm just going to list some of the ones that stood out to me that my brain has already pondered continuing, but if you have a favorite new character from the prompts I didn't mention, feel free to list them in the comments! Some of these I may decide to continue regardless, just because I personally enjoyed making them/if I feel inspired to write something, then that's usually better than writing nothing haha, but I am really curious about all of your takes! I am also curious, continuation aside, what were some of your favorite prompts! Hope you all enjoyed the challenge!!!!

Kinktober #31!

Lumen was too poor to afford brand new cybernetic limbs, but she wanted them sooo badly! All of her friends had them, and she didn't want to be left out. Luckily, she found someone who was selling their used ones! What they failed to mention, was that they were customized. Apparently, they had installed humiliation hardware in the limbs that struck a certain pose during every orgasm for their own personal use. And since she didn't have a partner, she couldn't stroke herself while in the pose, resulting in a ruin for every single one of her orgasms... She probably should've spend a bit more time reading all the customized augmentations when buying used the cybernetics... It took a few months to earn enough money to pay for the operation to switch back to her old limbs, but by that time she had ruined so many times in the pose, she started growing attached to it... Maybe she should just save her money and wait for the next model. This wasn't so bad, was it.....?

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We did itttt!!!! Holy crap I am insanely exhausted haha. A full illustration plus several chapters done every 3 days for 3 months!! This was definitely an incredible challenge, and I feel I have progressed a lot, especially as an artist, but man am I glad it's over xD. I hope you all enjoyed the challenge as well!! I am definitely running on fumes here, so I will probably be taking a brief period to recover. Almost didn't even get this one done in time! But I am excited to try some new things going forwards, and am excited for the new year!

Kinktober #30!

Drawing latex is haaaard!! Definitely a fitting challenge for the second to last image of the series!! Only one more, lets gooo!!

Kinktober #29!

Huaid Industries was a low quality cybernetics company. Their first sex doll released got terrible ratings. Despite being able to produce functional cybernetics, and the feel of human skin perfectly, accurately reproducing the touch and feel of intercourse was exceedingly expensive and difficult. As a result, their first doll felt very rubbery and fake. The motors to heat the body were difficult to calibrate, often leading to a colder product, and the constant maintenance of refilling the lube of the doll was annoying for their customers. That's what made the Human Doll 2.0 so surprising on release! it was easily the best doll on the market!

Turns out, a few portals were astronomically easier and cheaper than reproducing the complexities of a woman's torso. And finding girls that no one would miss? Free!

Kinktober #28!

Emily and her master have a new and improved way to have sex. This way, they don't even need the key anymore, and there's no chance of an accidental orgasm...

Kinktober #27!

Efea dashed to the side, narrowly avoiding the wolf’s dripping fangs. She pulled out her dagger, trying to steady her adrenaline filled hands. The wolf slowly circled her, its low growl echoing against the stone walls of the dungeon.

It dashed again. Its speed was dizzying, barely allowing her time to pull her blade up. It clashed between the wolf’s gnarling teeth. The force of the tackle knocked Efea off her feet. Efea grunted against the wolf’s relentless assault, straining fruitlessly to push the beast from atop her. The beast thrashed, forcing Efea’s fingers to ache in a desperate attempt to keep the blade in hand.

Efea’s hands frantically searched down her side. She closed her eyes with her head to the side, feeling a drip of bloodied saliva from the wolf’s nightmarish fangs drip across her neck. Her breath heavied, finally finding the second dagger attached to her hip. She grabbed it, frantically thrusting it into the wolf’s underbelly. With a loud yip, the trashing silenced. The creature's hulking frame collapsed on top of her.

Efea pressed feverishly against the wolf’s weight, straining to wiggle out from beneath the massive creature. Her movements became panicked, as exhaustion and the fear of being trapped beneath it rushed over her. Near the limits of stamina, she was finally able to slither free.

Efea collapsed against the cool stone, trying to calm her ragged breaths. Her stomach churned with the departing adrenaline, barely able to keep her empty stomach down. She dropped the knives, their clank against the stone causing her body to jump. She ran her shaking fingers through her hair. Her eyes closed as she focused all her effort on slowing her breaths.

Efea finally opened her eyes. She stared down at the wolf’s corpse, finally taking the time to study it.

Without her impending death, the wolf looked far less imposing. Its ribs were visible through its matted fur, and it had a large infected gash on its hind leg. Efea ran an exasperated hand down her face. This thing was already on death's door, and yet it still almost killed her. The only saving grace was with the wolf in that state, it was safe to assume it was abandoned by the pack, and was likely on its own.

Efea collected her knives, wiping them on her pants before resheathing them. She took one last look at the wolf. Even in its damaged state, the hide could still be worth something. But the creature was slightly larger than her, and she hadn’t eaten in over a day. Its hide wouldn’t fetch enough coin to make it worth the energy spent trying to collect it. She would have to settle for the only payoff for beating it being another day breathing. Her only choice was to gamble on finding more coin deeper in.

The Anfang Mines were an already explored dungeon. The benefit of this was there were very rarely monsters within its walls. The downside? Most loot was already scavenged. But for Efea, that was the best she could hope for. As a goblin, there were very few monsters she was able to best.

Because of her stature, she focused most of her effort on developing her thief skills. Stealth to avoid combat, and practice noticing hidden compartments and trap doors allowed her to scrounge a living off the scraps of cleared dungeons.

“Maybe it's time to move on…” Efea mumbled to herself. She had spent a few weeks scraping the bones of the Anfang Mines already. But she didn’t have much coin left, and the closest cleared dungeon was a full day’s travel. She hoped she could at least find enough to cover rations for the way there.

She was about to give up, when something caught her eye. It was a rock wall with various stones protruding different amounts. At first glance, it seemed like the stones were at random depths. But running her hand along the wall, there was a large number of stones all sharing the same depth, with the protruding stones all sticking out varying amounts from that base wall. Every stone was pulled out from that base wall, giving the illusion that the depths were random. Every stone but one. One that was pushed in, sitting deeper than the original layer of the wall.

Efea ran her hand softly against the stone, feeling along the edges of it. After various checks, from tapping surrounding stones to magnetic tests, she felt confident the stone was not boobytrapped. With a significant amount of Efea’s force, she managed to push the stone in, causing a loud grumble as a few of the stones retreated inwards, opening a small corridor. 

Butterflies fluttered in Efea’s stomach. Hidden doors often lead to serious loot. She pressed her hands together, thanking her previous self for sticking it out for another day. 

The corridor was surprisingly small, even for her. The black of the air forced her to squint, straining the limits of her dark vision. Cobwebs constantly trailed across her hair and face, causing her to squirm as she crawled through the cramped tunnel.

The space finally opened up, allowing Efea to stand once again. It was an octagonal shaped room. Each wall, aside from the one she entered through, had strange scripts scribed across its surface. She tilted her head, trying to rack her brain to see if any of the symbology or characters were familiar, but there weren’t.

In the center of the room was a pedestal. Facing each of the walls was a different colored gemstone. One of the gemstones, the amethyst, had a large ring placed alongside it. The others had various shaped indents by their gems, but were all empty. In the center of all the gemstones sat a smaller black stone ring, with slightly glowing purple characters, reminisce of the strange scripts across the walls. 

Efea’s heart began to beat faster. This was no ordinary hidden room. She cursed under her breath, condemning her stupidity for walking in here so nonchalantly without checking for triggers. She carefully studied the stones beneath her feet, as well as the pedestal. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t find any traps. Was a room this ominous really so safe?

“Fuck it,” Efea groaned. She pulled off her bag, shuffling through it and pulling out a parchment scroll. These were expensive, but this wasn’t the kind of situation to be flippant. She sat on the floor besides the pedestal, unrolling the scroll across the stone. She placed her hands on each side of the runic markings inked across the scroll, taking a deep breath.

“Detect” She whispered. The runes on the paper began to glow, lifting off the page as they swirled around the pedestal. Efea’s eyes glowed as the arcane characters flowed into her chest, leaving the room dark once again, and the parchment scroll blank.

Information flowed into her mind. It didn’t come as words, but instead as an innate understanding. The pedestal was not trapped, however it did contain a high level enchantment she was unable to ascertain, but knew was of no danger to her. The gemstones were average gemstones, with no arcane enchantments. The rings however, were powerfully enchanted. Cursed, to be precise. 

Efea groaned. Cursed?! Why did they have to be cursed?! She knew from the detect spell that they were powerful artifacts, most likely worth an inane amount of coin. But she couldn’t just pocket cursed items without a care in the world.

It’s okay, this will be worth it. Efea comforted herself, pulling out another scroll from her pouch. She used the tips of her knives to carefully lift the rings off the pedestal, and placed them on the parchment. She took a deep breath

“Identify,” She whispered. The arcane letters lifted from the page, swirling around the rings before shooting into Efea’s chest. 

“Oh my God!” Efea burst out, quickly pulling the corners of the parchment up to cover the rings, as if even the dungeon walls seeing her with those rings was indecent. Her cheeks burned. Who would even make artifacts like this?! Efea wrapped the rings in the parchment, too embarrassed to even show them again. Once they were folded safely, she placed them into her pouch.

Efea sighed. What a waste of two scrolls. And each one costs three weeks of food, too… But there was no way she could sell them. She wasn’t sure if she even wanted to take them, just from how embarrassing it would be to have someone discover them in her possession. But they were high level cursed objects. She couldn’t bear to leave them behind. If only I was a mage, Efea thought to herself, jealous of their ability to cast such spells for free. She picked up the rest of the gems, grinning as she pocketed them. At least it wasn’t a total waste. Those gems would sell for a high amount. She flipped her pouch onto her back, leaving the dungeon.

The trek back to town was long, all the while she struggled to keep the thought of the rings out of her head. Sin’s Harem: A cursed object set, of which she had the master and pride ring. Whoever wore the pride ring would have their cock shrunk with every orgasm, while the pleasure of the orgasm and cock size would be stolen and transferred to the wearer of the master ring. Efea’s cheeks were warm the whole walk. As she approached the city gates, Efea pulled her hood up, lowering her head. 

Efea pushed through the crowded streets. The smell of smoke and seared venison filled the air, with the warm glow of hung torches lighting the stone and wood settlement. Being at everyone’s hip height, Efea was able to quickly scurry through the crowd. She stopped by a jeweler, exchanging her seven gemstones for a hefty bag of coin, carefully stowing it away with a wide grin. With such a score, she was going to make the most of it!

Efea cracked open the doors of the Silvernight Inn. It was a high class tavern and inn. Normally she’d never have the opportunity to stay in such a place, but after a few weeks of tents and river bathing, she was desperate for a bed and a warm bath. She sat at one of the tables near the corner, taking in the lively ambience.

“How can I help you?” A tall thin man approached the table, scrawling something in his notepad. He had curly brown hair and an apron on. “Might I interest you in our special tonight, it's a delightful..” The main trailed off as he looked up from his pad. “Um, Miss, this is the Silvernight Inn. We can’t be serving just anyon–”

“I’ll have the potato stew, please.” Efea cut him off, sliding a silver coin across the table, a little over double the cost of the meal. She pulled her hood down further across her face, turning away from the waiter and resting her head on her hand. The man sighed, taking the coin and leaving.

Efea clenched her fist, but the anger quickly passed. She had expected it before coming in. Humans weren’t very inviting to her kind. She didn’t blame them too much, since many of her brethren attacked humans on the roads, but it didn’t make the look in their eyes any less painful. She took a deep breath, pushing the thought from her mind. It wasn't a big deal. Having to pay extra is just the goblin tax. A small price to pay for being so adorable, Efea joked to herself. 

Efea returned her attention to the tavern, distracting herself with people watching as she waited for her food.

As little as humans accepted her, she loved to be around them. Each person was an unique mosaic, their life full of tiny details no one would bother to notice except the person living it. Efea liked to try and guess what some of the details were. Maybe the guy at the bar kept shifting on his stool because his bed was old and made his back tense. Or the girl he was talking to was a long lost crush, and he was feeling extra nervous. She grinned to herself.

The doors to the inn swung open. Efea’s eyes widened, instinctively pulling her hood further across her face. It was Lylianna!

Lylianna was a well-known mage of the town. She was a taller, slender and elegant elf, with a full chest and beautiful draping robes. She carried a knotted staff, with a vibrant light blue gem glowing in its center. However, her most beautiful features began above her shoulders. 

Elves were a beautiful people. They had defined, alluring features, somehow accomplishing the dyad of sharp beauty and soft grace. And Lylianna was a step above the rest. Her face was a work of wonder. She had piercing golden eyes that seemed to glow with their luster, framed by silken light blue hair that draped to her legs. Efea blushed simply at her sight, struggling to maintain her gaze from the shine of her presence. 

Lylianna was not only beautiful, she was powerful. She was one of the original clearers of the Anfang mines, and the leader of her party. It was uncommon for mages to run parties, so her talent and beauty quickly made her somewhat of a local celebrity. 

The inn erupted with her presence, patrons pouring from their chairs eager to greet her. The two girls she entered with acted as a break, softening the wave of enthusiastic fans. Lylianna beamed at them, happily greeting each and every one. 

Efea couldn't help but be caught in her trance. For how popular she was, it was mesmerizing to see the attention she seemed to give each and every person. A few minutes had passed, and she hadn't managed to make it more than a couple feet inside. If Efea was in her shoes, the barrier of people preventing her from getting to her table and getting some food would infuriate her. But she saw no sign of Lylianna’s patience waning, nor her smile fading. 

Efea's stew came as the commotion was dying down. Her waiter spared her the attitude she was expecting, eager to get her service out of the way so he could return to working the floor where Lylianna had taken a central table.

Efea gobbled it up. She hadn't had a real meal in over a day, and the hearty meat and potatoes hit the spot. 

With her stomach finally full, a wave of exhaustion washed over her. She scooped up the last droplets of broth, resisting the urge to lick the bowl. She hopped down from her chair, quickly making her way to the front desk.

“I'd like a room, please.” The innkeeper took a moment to look down at her, trying not to miss the lively conversation on the floor.

“Yeah, of course. Would you like clothing services?” Efea looked down at her garb. It was matted with dirt, and a little residual blood from the wolf.

“Yes please.” One of the Silvernight Inn’s selling points was its location. It was located over a natural hot spring, whose water they used to offer public baths and laundry services. The innkeeper finally broke his gaze off Lylianna's table, his smile fading substantially when he saw what he was servicing.

“That’ll be 2 gold coins.” The man stated with stark conviction. Efea's eyes flashed to the sign behind him, clearly offering their services for half that. Efea sighed, sliding the coins across the table.

“Room 104,” the man slid the key across the wood. “Leave your clothes in the bin just outside the door. A towel for the baths and a nightgown will be inside the room for you to wear until tomorrow. The baths close two hours after nightfall. You can go then.” 

“...Thank you,” Efea grabbed the key, quickly hurrying down the hall.

“You can go then” Efea mocked under her breath as she opened her room door. Whatever. That just means she gets the bath to herself! Efea huffed inside, tossing her pouch on the floor. 

For the expense of the room, it was pretty modest. A twin sized bed, a small table, a wooden chair, and a stone fireplace in the wall. As much as Efea wanted to flop onto the bed, she didn't want to dirty it before her bath. She pulled her chair to the window, cracking it before taking a seat. She closed her eyes, enjoying the evening air as she waited for her turn for the baths. 

“Kyaa!” Efea gleed, feeling the warm water wash down her body. She scooped up another bucket from the steaming stream, dumping it on her head once again. She finished scrubbing her hair, giving her body one last cleaning before scooping another bucket. She rang the water from her hair, before making her way to the soaking baths. 

The bathhouse was its own isolated building to the side of the inn. It had a section meant for cleaning yourself, and then a section meant for soaking. The water of the soaking bath was still continually fed and replaced by the spring, but it was common courtesy to clean before soaking regardless. 

Efea placed her towel on the wooden rack, slowly wading into the bath. It was heaven. Every inch of her skin tingled against the intoxicating warmth. She tried to sit down, nearly dunking herself, since the depth of the stone slab around the edges was sized for humans. She giggled, bobbing in the water before bouncing back to her feet. She walked along the edge until she found a shallow enough spot for her on the far end of the bath.

She hadn't realized how much she needed this. She could feel muscles she didn't even know she was tensing finally begin to unwind. She sighed contently, slumping down to let the water rise to just below her nose. She smiled, feeling the warmth bubble against her lips.

The door to the bathhouse opened loudly, shaking Efea out of her impending nap. She sat up, listening intently as the clamor of voices and footsteps echoed off the walls. The group spent a few minutes cleaning, before finally entering the large soaking area.

Efea’s jaw dropped. It was Lylianna and her two accompanying girls! The girls dropped their towels as Lylianna dipped her toe in the water, testing the temperature. Efea sunk deeper into the far side of the bath, attempting to let the water and steam shield her from the gaze. Her own gaze however, was transfixed between Lylianna's legs. 

She knew Lylianna had a large chest and stunning figure, since it was visible through her robes. What she didn't know was that she had an absolutely massive member between her legs. Efea was mesmerized, slowly running a hand up her arm, trying to gauge her size in comparison.

Maybe I could talk to her, Efea thought to herself. She had admired her from afar for quite some time. She was so friendly with all the people in the inn!

Efea slowly climbed out of the bath, wringing out her hair as she stalled, building the courage. She walked over to the girls, her light weight making her steps nigh inaudible.

“Sorry to bother you, but I just wanted to say you have the most beautiful hair I've ever seen.” 

“Oh, thank you–!” Lylianna turned around, seeing no one at eye level. Her eyes dropped to find Efea. Her warm gleeful smile froze, her friendly eyes replaced with icy disdain.

“You've gotta be fucking kidding…” Efea took a surprised step back. “I have to spend all day playing nice with those bumbling humans, and then they let that in the bath? I thought this place was supposed to be high class!”

“I–I’m sorry,” Efea retreated. “I thought that–”

“Oh my god, is that actually a goblin?” One of the girls stepped around Lylianna to get a better look. “You’ll purify the water before we get in, right Lyl?”

“I suppose now I have too. We can’t be sharing the same water afterall.” Lylianna complained. One of her friends burst into laughter.

“Holy– Lyl! Look at its little cock! It’s like the size of your pinkie!” Lylianna’s ice cold eyes dropped to between Efea’s thighs, causing her to instinctively pinch her them together in an attempt to shield it. A smile cracked across her lips.

“I can’t believe it’d even show up in a public bath. God I’d die of shame if I had a body like that.” Tears began to well up in Efea’s eyes.

“I–I’m sorry, I’m just–I’ll just–” Efea scrambled towards the rack where she left her towel. She grabbed it, frantically wrapping herself as she began hurrying towards the door.

“Wait!” Lylianna commanded. Her voice sent a shiver down Efea’s spine, freezing her in place. Lylianna sauntered up, gripping into Efea’s towel and ripping it off her body.

“Silvernight Inn is supposed to be a highbrow place! If word got out that the towel they are given could’ve been used by a goblin before them?” Lylianna clicked her tongue, shaking her head.” Well, that’d make them lose a lot of business, huh?” Lylianna’s eyes burst into a glowing gold as fire erupted around the towel. Efea was frozen solid as the towel was quickly reduced to nothing, even the ash burning up and disappearing in the heat. Her friends burst into laughter, but Lylianna’s gaze remained stoic. Her eyes locked on Efea. “Scram.” A glimmer of fire flickered between her fingers. 

Her command released Efea. She darted out of the bath house. Too panicked to stop at the door to check her surroundings, she left the echoes of their laughter in the dust. The night was dead silent, save for the frantic patter of her bare feet on the gravel. Her room boarded the alleyway, allowing her to bypass the inn’s entry way.. A momentary thankfulness passed through her. She scrambled up to her room, pushing open her cracked window and scurrying inside.

Efea collapsed onto the floor, resting her back against the wall. Still soaked from the bath, each droplet slowly lost its warmth to the night air, turning to ice as they trailed down her skin. 

“Fuckkkk!!” Efea blurted out. She felt a stream of tears run down her cheeks, which she quickly wiped away. She wouldn’t let another stream come. Her eyes burned. 

Frustration bubbled up in her, boiling like an inferno. She slammed her hand against the bed beside her. The dull thud of the cushion reduced the satisfaction she thought she’d get from it. She slammed the mattress again. And again. Again again again. She groaned through gritted teeth. “She’s such a bitch!” She saw her pouch leaning against the bed and gave it a solid kick, scattering its contents across the floor. She grabbed her hair angrily, pulling it as she fought back another wave of tears. Her frustration slowly faded. She slid her hands down her head, burying her face in them.

Many moments passed before she pulled her head up. She took a deep breath, trying to push the events of the night from her mind. What’s done is done. She told herself, standing up from the floor. Now when I see her acting all kind with all the people around her, I know she's faking. In fact, I probably know her better than anyone outside of her party after tonight. Efea continued on, trying to list reasons why that night wasn’t as bad as she thought as she walked around her room, picking up the contents of her scattered pouch. She had nearly moved on, when she saw the bundle of parchment on the floor, with a dull purple glow leaking out from one of the breaks in the wrapping.

Efea picked up the rings, staring intently at them. Lylianna’s words echoed in her mind. With every loop, her righteous indignation grew. God I’d die of shame if I had a body like that. Efea tossed the rings up, catching them deftly out of the air. Maybe she should test that.

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This story was quite a bit different than my usual, as I'm sure you noticed! When I initially was thinking about this prompt, my brain immediately went to curses, since I think those could be super fun to make up! But I had a problem... Whoever I cursed, I would end up feeling bad for haha. My solution? Make them a total bitch! xD Once I started on that path, I got caught up in designing the premise for the cursed item set, then the world for how I could make a very dislikable character, and before I knew it I had made a pseudo-comic and a more sfw focused story! Hopefully you guys still enjoyed the read, and the setup makes Lylianna's punishment just a little more sweet...

(Didn't format it like a comic, but the image series is pretty close to a comic in principle! Pretty excited about that! Maybe before long I can actually finally write one of those xD)

............ im tired

Kinktober #26!

Mackenzie's snap stories were always incredibly popular, but something about her recent posts seemed to be getting even more of an audience...

Okay okay, last one with these characters for awhile! Promise! xD Just thought of this and had to make use of the prompt haha. The next prompt is magic, so we'll be getting some new character designs then, but hopefully you guys enjoyed the recent focus on Seema's adventures!

(This is also canon for Seema, but may not be included in a written chapter. Next chapter most likely will not have any time skip and continue where we left off!)

Here is a fan chapter skylord wrote for this image! (Lifted from the comments below and pasted here for ease of view. Had to be shared though because its awesome. I consider this canon! (although not sure where in the timeline it'll land yet))

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Mackenzie had finally gotten a hold of everything. The thrusting machine came in the mail, albeit little spendy but with a little help from her friends and the fans of her pet cock she had gotten a new toy for her favorite pet. Inspecting it she found it was only designed to mount dildos but a little tape could fix that small obstacle in no time.

Positioning the ring in front of a fleshlight granted to her by one of her friends, she started the machine, the wheel gradually sliding round and round. Watching the poor thing starting to slide in and out of the fake pussy she smiled enjoying the throbbing of the adorable little cock.

However, five minutes later the light on the side of the ring glowed red, and the greedy thing was ready to burst at just 1 rpm. Quickly disabling the machine, she thought for a moment before grinning wickedly as an idea crossed her mind. She moved the bar to the outside of the wheel rather than the inside, so only the latter half of every revolution would slide the girl into the plastic pussy, the rest it would throb in the air, cooling down.

Once the adjustments were made she started it once again, after 20 minutes the light stayed green the whole time, assuring her there wouldn’t be any accidents. Finally, Makenzie set up a tripod with a camera, streaming a live view of her pet playing with its newest toy. Painfully slowly slipping in, holding in place for but a moment before dragging it out of its tight hole, throbbing every time, leaking precum. It was almost like it was throwing a little tantrum.

Satisfied that everything was set up properly Mackenzie shared a caption of her arrangement in the cheerleader chat group, along with a link to the livestream for them to spread around. With everything finished she left for school, meanwhile the link proliferated around the school. Walking into school everywhere she looked she saw groups of girls staring at their phone, oohing and awing at the cute little pet being toyed with.

After a long day of school followed by club activities followed by a movie, she earned a little break. Finally getting home, the hum of the machine was faintly audible from the door, still going strong. Checking on her pet the poor thing was now throbbing constantly, leaking an endless stream of precum all over her new toy and the floor under it. Mackenzie decided to make herself some dinner before she finally tucked it in for the night. Turning it off just before bed.

-That morning-

The dull warmth of the ring’s void vanished. Waking Seema from her restless sleep, the constant ache had been keeping her up later and later. She felt a slow momentum as her cock was apparently moving wherever it was, then felt it start to slip . . . into . . . something. She slowly started to thrust her hips trying to slip further into whatever she was being made to fuck, all for naught of course. As the first few minutes drag by the flowing of her cock in and out of the tube slowly, painfully slowly, brings the girl to the point of orgasm but , almost like clockwork, the device stops right as she hits the edge. Seema can feel the vibrations as whatever she’s mounted on is dragged back a bit, and after a few minutes it’s adjusted. Now it enters and exits the sleeve faster, however after it leaves Seema is left with nothing the other half the time thrusting hoping for any sensation to push her over.

It doesn’t take Seema long to figure out that whatever she’s hooked up to now is automatic. After composing herself as best she can, she gets ready for the day, the painfully slow rhythmic thrusting unrelenting throughout the morning. Seema considered just calling in sick, but two things prevented that, the need for a doctor's note, and the fact that she still wanted to find out whoever had her cock.

Arriving at school, the device was relentless in its task. The unceasing thrusting gave was driving Seema up a wall, she couldn’t stop her hips from bucking once every few moments, trying beyond hope to go just a little bit longer into the tube. The daze she was trapped in was interrupted only when April pulled her aside as she drifted through the hall.

“Have you seen Crybaby?” inquired April with a concerned expression.

“Crybaby?” Questioned Seema, trying her hardest to avoid thinking about the unceasing torment.

“It’s everyone’s nickname for the Redlight Greenlight cock. Apparently there’s a livestream right now, it’s spread around the school like a wildfire this morning. “ April blurted out, scrambling for her phone.

But a moment later April's phone displayed a live feed, some kind of machine slowly spinning, piston attached to a rod, on the end of that rod, for anyone to see, throbbing and leaking, was her cock. Just as it entered the tube, now clearly a fleshlight, she could feel the stream was clearly live. Seema was stunned watching her own cock on a four inch screen slide into a sex toy live for anyone to see.

“No, no, no, no this can’t be real” panicked internally, looking at the image. Not only was there without even a little bit of delay, it looked as if the keeper of the other ring had taken measures leaving nothing identifiable in the stream, except for one lone distressed cock.

For the rest of the day, Seema would feel the ceaseless torment of her cock, along with hearing the dull humming of the sex machine whenever someone had the stream up, and it was always up, someone in every class would pull it up, the torment was inescapable, the most embarrassing part was the comments heckling of her peers. “Poor little thing, look at it cry” and “Aww it’s throwing another tantrum, it could cum if it was just a little bigger” echoing throughout the halls ‘Crybaby’s’ fans gathered around their phones indulging in Seema’s continuing violation.

After several unrelenting hours school ended and Seema rushed home, she had assumed the torment would stop, but she had no such luck. Resigned to her fate the girl tried to get her mind off her torment calling April, hoping the girl could help distract her for a bit, however as she picked up the phone . . . she could hear it, the gyration of the machine, only for a moment before a single click of a mouse, then the sound stopped, she didn’t know if it was paused or muted. Too embarrassed to bring it up the two talked about anything but her unending torment.

That night, as she lay in bed, her hips unable to stop themselves from thrusting into the air, it finally stopped. Her heart beat slowed and though frustrated beyond what she thought was even remotely possible, she was also exhausted. So for the first time since that game of Red light Green light she managed to fall asleep and stay that way till she was woken up in the morning, fear gripped her heart as she realized it’s Saturday, whoever it is has nothing to distract her today!

Kinktober #25

Seema slipped into the classroom. The silence of the school was off putting. She was never there so early. She hurried through the rows, quickly checking desk drawers and every corner of the floor. 

Yesterday, someone had opened the portal and seen what was inside. But afterwards, they simply pressed the button again and returned her to the pocket dimension. Maybe there was the chance they left it where they found it.

Seema slumped in her chair. Nothing. Her hand naturally drifted the flat metal plate between her legs. She unconsciously rubbed it gently. After spending all night in the pocket dimension, her desperation was seeping into her muscles. The classroom door slid open.

“Seema?” surprise audible in April’s voice. “Why aren’t you still in bed? I’d never expect you to be first to class.”

“Yeah,” Seema quickly pulled her hand back, readjusting her skirt. “I just had uhh… an errand to run.” April raised an eyebrow at Seema’s uncertain inflection. April slowly placed her bag beside her desk, before taking a seat. She was always so gentle with everything.

“Are you okay?” April asked, reaching her hands across her desk, offering Seema to grab them. “You’ve seemed kinda… off recently.” Seema eyed her baby browns, the concern in them making her grin. She took April’s hands. Her knees began to bounce nervously.

“Ugh!” Seema caved. “Come on.” Seema stood up, pulling April to her feet. April's eyes widened, nearly tripping on her bag as Seema dragged her with a deathgrip on her hand.

“Where are we going?” April questioned, the hurry in their step bouncing her words in her throat. Seema didn’t respond, opting to keep her reddening face to the ground as she rushed to the bathroom. Seema opened the stall door, looping behind April, pushing her in by her shoulders and quickly shutting the door behind them.

“What is going on, Seema? Why are we here?” Seema rested her hands against the stall, feeling the cool laminate against her forehead. 

“...ilostmycock…” Seema squeeked out, still turned away from her friend.

“What? Look, can you–?” April softly clasped Seema’s shoulders, slowly turning her around. “What’s going on?” April slid her hands down Seema’s arms, taking her hands in her own once again. Seema took a deep breath, forcing her squeezed eyes to open.

“I lost my cock....” April stared at her, the concern in her eyes turning to genuine worry.

“I don’t–I don’t know what that means. Do you mean like, your–” April's voice dropped, “y-your virginity?’

“No!” Seema rolled her head. In the moment, somehow that concept felt more embarrassing. “I mean… literally.” April’s confusion did not resolve. Seema groaned, quickly sliding her hands under her skirt and dropping her panties. April’s cheeks flushed.

“Woah, Seema! What are you–” Seema pulled up her skirt, and the sudden sight cut April’s words. Her jaw dropped.

“I got one of those portal disk sets. I was rushing to get to school so I just tossed it in my backpack, and I think at some point during the day it must have… it must have just… s-slipped out…”

“Did you uh… D-did you check the uh… the lost and found?” April numbly responded, eyes glued to the metallic absence between her legs.

“The lost and found…?” Seema bent her head down, trying to get her face into April’s line of sight. “Hey!” Seema snapped her fingers, breaking April's trance. “Let’s take this seriously please?! No one is going to turn in a portaled cock into the lost and found! ‘Hey I was just turning in this water bottle, I think someone accidentally left it. Oh–! and by the way, here’s someone’s cock too!” Seema acted out, a clear snap in her tone.

“Okay okay!” April huffed, trying to refocus herself. But her eyes continued to drop between Seema’s legs. “I’m sure we’ll find it. It probably came out on our walk home or something. I bet no one’s taken it. We’ll hurry out after class and retrace our steps.”

“No it’s too late, someone already found it.” April's brow creased.

“How do you know?”

“Because someone opened the portal… When it’s closed, you can feel it. I-It’s kind of like being in a hot tub or something when you’re in the portal dimension. But yesterday right as I got home, I felt that sensation disappear. So someone found it, and also knows exactly what it is…”

“Oh… Okay. Okay okay okay.” April rubbed her hands together as she thought. “Well, t-that’s okay. All we have to do is find out who has it, and then… and then get it back.”

“And how are we supposed to do that!” Seema whined. “It could be anyone! And even if we do figure out who has it, how am I supposed to–” Seema stopped dead in her tracks. The warmth around her detached cock had disappeared.

“Seema?”

“It’s open.”

“What? O-Oh! You mean…?” April motioned between Seema’s legs. She rolled her eyes.

“Yes! The warmth just–” A sharp gasp echoed off the tiled walls as an unknown sensation trailed down Seema’s shaft. Seema’s legs clenched together, nearly buckling to the floor as the pleasure overwhelmed her, barely propping herself against the stall wall. Someone else's fingers were wrapped around her cock.

“Oh fuckkkk!!” Seema’s voice shook. 

“Seema!?” April wrapped an arm under her waist, helping to hold her up. “What’s happening?” Seema couldn’t respond. All of her attention was completely consumed by the strangers fingers. It was indescribable. After all the teasing she did to herself, followed by a night in the torturous teasing dimension left her nearly comatose when those fingers touched her. Her body shivered in April’s arms, suppressing moans with all her might.

But her first touch from another’s hand was far too intense. She felt her orgasm build in a matter of seconds. Her cheeks burned, knowing she was about to cum in front of April, but she couldn’t help it. There was no way she could hold out, and even if she could, her need far outweighed her pride. 

She squeezed her eyes closed, trying to imagine she was alone in her room as the edge rushed to her. She gripped into April’s uniform, pulling her closed instinctually as she began–

The fingers stopped. Seema shrieked, prompting April’s hand to quickly clasp her mouth. Her body thrashed, waves of desperation and anger coursing through her, nearly pulling April to the ground as her legs finally gave out. She whimpered into April's hand, frantically rubbing her thighs together.

“Seema!” April whisper shouted, eyeing the door to the stall as she listened intently. No one had walked into the bathroom, but the shriek was possibly loud enough to be heard from the hall. “What the hell just happened!?” April slowly released her, letting her slump to the ground to rest her knees against the cool tiled floor. Seema’s head slumped to the stall wall with a soft thud. Everything about her posture oozed defeated disbelief.

“Someone gave me a hand-job I think…” Her voice still quivering. April’s cheeks ignited.

“Oh m-my… So… did you just…?” Seema slowly shook her head, not bothering to lift it from the stall wall. “What, so they just–?”

“Just stopped…” Seema finished. “Right before I was gonna…” Seema closed her eyes, feeling the release that slipped past her fingers creep tauntingly away.

“I-I see…” Seema was too absorbed with need, gently rubbing her metal plate to notice April's breath heavy and her thighs gently clench. April shook her head. She pressed her hands to her cheeks, trying to cool them. “At least… you were saying you wouldn’t mind a few more people trying to get under your skirt, right?”

Seema exhaustingly raised her eyes to match her friend’s. She let out a whimpered chuckle. April joined her, reaching down to help Seema up.

“A hand-job. I mean that’s more than I’ve ever gotten. How was it?”

“You mean aside from the soul crushing ending? It was–” Fingers wrapped around Seema’s cock, buckling her knees like a joystick.

Again?? Seema whimpered to herself. Her thighs shot apart, unable to stop her hand from pressing against the metal, desperately rubbing. April took a surprised step back. Seema had never bothered to pull her panties back up, so she had an unobstructed view of Seema's unintentional show. She moaned, gripping into her hair, pulling it hard enough to hurt, as if her pain would warn the detached hand off stopping again. 

She rubbed faster as the edge approached, frantically switching between rubbing the steel and stroking the air where her cock should be. When each action resulted in no stimulation, her hand would wildly shift to the other, searching for the stimulation she needed in a panicked hase.

“Nooo!” Seema whined through gritted teeth as the fingers left her teetering once again. Her palm slapped the stall wall in frustration, sending a loud thunk through the empty room. Her thighs clenched and separated, searching for the throbbing, desperate cock that used to be between them. “Aprilllll…” Seema whimpered, as if she had the power to relieve the overpowering need she felt.

“Did they do it again?” April asked, the concern in her voice hiding the subtle undertone of excitement. 

“When I find out who has it I’m gonna kill themmm!” Seema growled. “I don’t get ittt! If they are gonna touch me, why not at least just let me… finish! They stop so perfectly in time too!” 

“Guess they must have a lot of practice or something to read the signs?” April reached out a hand, helping Seema off the stall wall.

“I guess…” Seema shivered at the thought of her cock being in the possession of someone like that. “I pity the poor person in their basement they’ve nearly killed in order to get that good at it…”

“Maybe you’re their replacement!” April joked. Seema darted her gaze at her, staring daggers. “You’re right, yeah. T-that’s not funny.” April corrected. 

Dingggg donggggg. The girls’ eyes jumped to the speaker in the bathroom.

“Class is about to start. What are you going to do?”

“What can I do?” Seema responded, quickly leaning over to grab her panties, shuffling them up her legs. She fluffed out her skirt, making sure it was free of the elastic and hanging smoothly. “Whoever has my cock has class now, so we have a little time. Maybe we can think of something before the day is over?”

“Yeah that sounds good. I’ll definitely be thinking about this during class…” April’s thighs shifted a bit, escaping Seema’s notice.

The girls hurried to class, quickly trying to retake their seats. The popular clique was tightly gathered around Mackenzie's desk, blocking the direct pathways to the back of the room. Even with her current predicament, a familiar wave of annoyance washed over her. Seema rolled her eyes as she traced the edge of the room, forced to take the longest path to her desk.

Seema let herself relax into her chair. She had a full day to think about what to do. That was a lot of time. And even if she couldn’t think of anything, at least she’d have a few hours of respite. 

She rested her eyes in the crease of her arm. Mrs. Kelly had begun her usual introductions of the curriculum for first period, when Seema felt fingers wrap around her once again.

Her head shot up from her arm, stiffening her back into a board. In class?! Her eyes darted around the classroom, tracing each student. Everyone seemed normal. She tightened her throat, dropping her head back into her arm.

How?! Was the person who found it not in my class?? Seema was fairly sure the pool of potential suspects was just her classmates, but did she lose it somewhere else? How was she supposed to figure out who had it?!

She bit her lip, pressing her face into her arm so tightly lights danced in her eyelids. Her toes curled as she hit the edge, followed only by the growingly familiar nothing that left her helplessly teetering.

The edge had barely begun to fade when fingers returned once again. For nearly 5 minutes straight, the process looped. Tortuously pleasurable edges into excruciating abandonment. By the time the loop finally ended, Seema could feel the heat of her face against her arm, struggling to keep her panting inconspicuous. 

Seema couldn’t focus for the rest of class. Every moment she expected the loop to begin again. Her fear seemed to slow time, bracing indefinitely, unable to see when another hand was approaching. And about 5 minutes before the end of first period, her fears were realized. 

Seema’s thighs jolted at the sudden contact, bumping the underside of her desk.

“Seema? Everything alright?” Mrs. Kelly asked, stopping her lesson at the sudden outburst of noise.

“Y-yeah I’m fine. Sorry Mrs. Kelly.” Seema responded, struggling to keep her voice steady. The hand was relentless, stroking faster and faster.

“Are you sure? You look a little uneasy. Do you need the nurses office?”

“N-no really, I’m fine. It won’t happen again.” Seema put on a nervous grin, trying to wave Mrs. Kelly on. Her cheeks burned. There’s no way she could stand up and walk through the class in her current state. Her legs felt weak, and her thighs were glued together, trying to shield her arousal from the class. She thought she was going to die. Thankfully no moans slipped into her response. She forced through her faux smile, praying the class would simply move on. 

“Alright. So…” Mrs. Kelly returned to her lecture. Seema didn’t have time to let out a sigh of relief, as the moment her edge had faded, so returned the teasing. For the last 5 minutes of class, Seema was tormented non stop.

The bell rang, releasing the students to stretch and begin idle conversation. Each period had 5 minutes of free time between them. Mostly it was just for the teachers to cycle between classrooms, but sometimes students would need to move as well for classes that required venue changes, such as music or gym. To Seema’s relief, only a few moments after the bell rang, the edging stopped.

Seema felt a finger tap aggressively on her shoulder.

“Seema,” April whispered, difficult to hear under the cacophony of their classmates' conversations. “Were they… going during class?” Seema turned in her chair, still heated from the edges. She gave April a subdued nod.

“For the first 5 or so minutes of class, and then again at the end. Did you see anyone acting weird in class?”

“You mean besides you?” Seema blushed, trying to push past the idea of her classmates noticing her squirming with need. “I didn’t see anything.”

“I didn’t either. What if whoever has it isn’t even in this class? How are we supposed to find it then?!”

“We’ll think of something.” April reassured. “I can’t believe they were going during class though…”  For the first time, Seema noticed a blush on April's cheeks. “I-I need to go to the bathroom, I’ll be right back.” She quickly stood up, making her way out of the classroom. When she returned just before class began again, she seemed refreshed. 

The next 3 periods followed the same pattern. The only saving grace was its predictability. Seema was able to brace herself for the periods of edging at the start and end of each period, while relaxing during class. The routine allowed her to keep herself under control. At least, visibly.

Her arousal was a different story. The thrill and heightened sensations that came with touching herself in class made every little graze and stroke feel like heaven. And every relentless edge, never slipping up and allowing her to cum, made her desire a never ending staircase. 

It was a surreal kind of torture. To be so incredibly aroused, but no matter how many times she slipped her hands between her legs, or how desperately her cock throbbed, there was nothing she could touch. The complete powerlessness and isolation from her source of need was an intoxicating misery.

The bell finally rang, dismissing the class for lunch. Mackenzie and her clique quickly got up and left class. Seema was too desperate to notice.

“You ready?” April asked, standing beside Seema’s desk. Her head was still resting on the table, letting her heart rate drop after her most recent series of endeavors. 

“This person is going to drive me crazy…” Seema whined, pushing up from her desk.

“Still not letting you finish then?”

“No!” Seema’s anger sparked a renewed life in her voice. “I’d be a little impressed at their skill if I wasn’t so fucking pissed!”

“H-how bad is it?” April’s usual reservedness was heightened in her statement. She swayed a bit on her feet.

“So bad! I didn’t even know it was possible to need to finish so badly!” Seema was glad most of the class had already shuffled out for lunch, having said that a little louder than she had intended. She continued, a bit quieter. “It’s like this burning, tingling, gnawing… I can’t even describe it, I'm just losing it! ” April took a deep breath, clasping her hands together tightly at her response.

“D-don’t worry, we’ll find it! Should we get some lunch?” April turned away to lead them towards the cafeteria, eager to hide her cheeks from her friend.

Seema felt like the atmosphere of the hallway was different than usual. She told herself it was the arousal, but she felt like everyone could see right through her. That her desperation was plastered all over her face. Every glance, every giggle. They all made her heart fluster.

The two girls made it to the cafeteria, taking their place in the ever growing line of their hungry peers. It was then, that the swirling warmth of the pocket dimension reclaimed her twitching cock.

Seema took a deep sigh of relief. Although the pocket dimensions unyielding gentle tease was annoying, she hadn’t realized how tense she was from staying indefinitely on edge, wondering if she would be touched at any moment. The moment she felt that familiar warmth, exhaustion washed over her. She turned to tell April, when some girls ran into the line, nearly bumping into them.

“Did you hear about red light green light?” One of them exclaimed.

“Of course, everyone has! You had gym second period, right? Did you get to play?”

“Yeah! It was so fun! The entire locker room was buzzing about it!”

Excited for red light green light? What are we, first graders? Seema thought to herself. She was surprised they’d even play a game like that in gym. 

“Ugh I wish I didn’t have 6th period gym! I can’t believe I missed it!”

Missed it? Seema raised an eyebrow. All the gym classes followed the same curriculum, what period you were in didn’t matter.

“It’s okay, we took tons of pictures. A bunch of videos too!” The girl pulled out her phone, huddling in with her friend.

Pictures? What the hell are they talking about? Phones have to be kept in the locker room. And pictures of what, the field?

“Oh my god, it's so cute! I didn’t realize it was so tiny! You have to send me that! Oh my god have you shown Sabrina? She’d love this too! Ugggh, now I am even more upset that I missed it!”

“Right? Oh yeah, she totally would! I’ll text it to her now.” The girl giggled. “And it was so hilarious, because it leaked like crazy, too! It’s like it was crying with every red light!” The girls burst into laughter.

Seema froze. She could feel her heartbeat in every cell of her body. The girl's conversation faded into a echoed ring as cold sweat covered her palms. She knew exactly what they were talking about.

She grabbed April’s sleeve, pulling her out of line as she began running towards the girls locker room.

“Woah, what the hell Seema?!” April blurted, nearly tripping as her smaller legs struggled to keep up with Seema’s vehemency. 

The other ring. Its light was green.

“Seema slow down! Where are we even going!”

That’s why they kept stopping just before I came every time. That’s how they were so good.

The girls turned the corner, nearly barreling into some students hidden behind its bend. Seema jumped to the side, ignoring them completely as she continued on.

It was red, wasn't it? It turns red when I’m about to cum. 

“Seema!” April panted, “You’re going too fast!” Seema shoved open the locker room door, quickly shuffling in. 

Half the school! Half the school saw it! They took pictures! Videos! They took turns, huddled around it every period! They’ll send it to their friends. And their friends’ friends. The whole school will have it by now. The whole fucking school!

Her head swiveled frantically as she searched up and down each row of lockers, looking for something, anything–

She froze, staring blankly at a locker while April caught her breath. There was a piece of paper taped to the locker, and written on it: “Thanks for playing Red light Green Light! I’ll be thinking of some fun things to do with it next time too!” Just below the paper was a wet sheen, running down to a pool of precum on the floor. 

“I was red light green light…”

– That morning –

Pop!

Mackenzie strolled into the girls locker room. She walked to the middle lockers, being sure to find the ones that would have the most foot traffic. She pulled out the ring, along with some tape and a piece of paper. She blew another bubble, gleefully taping up the paper and ring. She pressed the glowing green circle.

She couldn’t help but smile. This was going to be a very fun day. She turned to leave for the classroom when she stopped.

“Might as well be the first to try it out!” She grinned to herself, blowing another bubble. By the time she walked back to the locker, the cock was already hard and throbbing. She trailed a finger down the cock, causing it to twitch from the contact.

She wrapped her fingers around it, slowly pumping her first. Precum pushed out, dribbling past her polished nails. Only a few moments in, and the light turned red.

“Holy fuck!” Mackenzie pulled her hand away. She nearly buckled over laughing as the cock began twitching furiously, dripping a long drop of precum to the floor. “Didn’t realize they were so quick! I could barely touch it!”

She pulled out her phone, taking a short video of the cock twitching, the precum swaying with every bounce. She set the video to loop, quickly captioning it.

This little thing nearly popped after a few seconds, so everyone should get a turn! Each person gets 1 red light. It’ll be up till lunch, so spread the word, girls!

She pulled up her cheer squad group chat, sending off the video.

“One more for the road” She laughed, gripping it again. She wasted no time, quickly stroking it. 

“Aaaaand… Red!” Mackenzie laughed to herself, pulling her hand away. She turned, gleefully blowing another bubble as she walked to class.

Her friends were huddled around her desk as she walked in. She waved. They separated, letting her in as she bounced up to her desk

“Is it up?” Jake asked.

“See for yourself.” Mackenzie giggled, pulling out her phone. Her friends huddled around her, each trying to get close enough to see the screen. They were too preoccupied to notice the two girls trying to get around them to get to their seats.

–

Thud!

The class turned towards the back of the room at the sudden noise.

“Seema? Everything alright?” Mackenzie looked back. Seema looked like a deer in headlights.

“Y-yeah I’m fine. Sorry Mrs. Kelly.” 

“Are you sure? You look a little uneasy. Do you need the nurses office?”

“N-no really, I’m fine. It won’t happen again.” 

“Alright.” Mrs. Kelly continued her lecture. Mackenzie took one last look at Seema, studying her features. She was red as could be. The moment the class continued, she buried her head in her desk. Mackenzie looked down at her thighs. They were pressed together, slowly rubbing each other.

Mackenzie turned back to the front of the class, a grin spreading across her face.

–

The bell rang to dismiss the class for lunch. Mackenzie quickly hopped up, beckoning her friends to follow her. They made their way to the girls locker room.

“Oh my God!! Look at that puddle!” Mackenzie laughed, stepping over it to get to the locker. The cock was still twitching.

“Someone must be having quite a hard day!” One of her friends giggled. “Should we let it cum before we take it down?” Mackenzie pressed the button, retracting the cock and pulling it off the locker.

“Why would we do that?” Mackenzie laughed. She pulled down the instructions for the game, replacing it with her ‘Thank you’ sheet of paper. “We’d be wasting all of our classmates' hard work!” The girls giggled, leaving the locker room.

They were walking down the hallway, when the redhead from class came barreling around the corner, dragging her little friend behind her. They nearly slammed into Mackenzie, quickly curving around her and continuing on. Mackenzie watched them run off towards the locker room.

“What’s gotten into them?” One of her friends asked.

“Who knows?” Mackenzie responded, tossing a fresh piece of gum in her mouth.

Yep, it’s definitely hers, Mackenzie giggled to herself, popping a bubble.

Kinktober #24!

Feeling the burnout for real these last few days, so kept it simple! Hope we still got the essence of pet play in there!

Kinktober #23!

Brielle and Celina were co-owned. They spent their days pleasuring their master as much as he wanted, in any way imaginable. In most cases they worked together, taking turns on their knees, or pleasuring each other to give him a wonderful view to cum to. Over time, they grew very close to each other, sleeping together, and even getting each other off each night.

They walked into their playroom one evening to see various bondage attire and cables from the ceiling.

"I've noticed you girls focusing on each others pleasure recently, so perhaps its time to fix that. It's time for a race!" Their master pulled out a metal tube, marking each end with a blue sharpie. "And here are your finish lines!"

Brielle and Celina were bound tight, wiggling on their knees as they focused to maintain their balance against the tight collars suspending them by the neck. Their master worked two rings over their balls, before feeding them into the same metallic cage and locking it shut. He hung a vibrator from their nipples, and turned it on.

The vibrations reverberated through the cage, causing the girls to moan against their gags.

"The first one of you to pass their finish line gets to cum. The other does not." The girls struggled to listen, their combined precum dripping from the bars. "In fact, the winner of this will be taking all of the orgasms between you two going forwards!" Their master pulled out a flat chastity cage. "And the other will be locked in this...

"The loser will be at the others beck and call. Unless I give a conflicting order, they must listen to anything and everything the winner says."

Brielles's eyes widened as Celina pulsed, compressing her with her growth. The shift was minor, but with Celina taking up more of the cage, she also received more of the vibrations. Brielle pushed her hips forwards, chocking against the collar as she desperately tried to reclaim her lost ground.

But it was hopeless. The more Celina grew, the more vibrations she felt. The more her cock urged to grow completely. Celina's eyes rolled up in her head, filling with ecstasy as she continued to grow. She moaned, imagining the future she'd be experiencing, while Brielle's tear's welled as she imagined hers.

"And don't worry, in one month we'll run this race again." Their master grinned. "Although after a month in the flat cage, it might be difficult to even get hard, let alone win..."

Kinktober #22!

Bellas attempt to make some money may have backfired...

Kinktober #21!

“You got a package here, sweetie!”

“Oh shit.” Seema whispered under her breath. “Okay! Thanks!” She yelled back, quickly kicking off her covers.

“You didn’t open it, did you?” Seema panted as she joined her mother in the kitchen, a little winded from her sprint through the house. The aroma of her breakfast made Seema’s stomach rumble.

“Of course not, that's a federal offense now, you know!” Her mom joked, flipping her eggs.

“Ha ha,” Seema mocked. “Is any of that for me?”

“What kind of mother do you think I am?” She smiled. Seema reached for the toast sitting on the plate, “After you get dressed. I know senioritis is hitting you, but there’s still a dress code at Faircross Prep young lady.” Seema groaned, abandoning her pursuit of the buttered goodness in front of her, grabbing her package in its place. “What’d you order, anyways? Already spend all your birthday money?”

“Shoulda risked the jail time to peek!” Seema shouted back over her shoulder as she left the kitchen. She hurried up the stairs, eagerly closing the door behind her. She tossed off her pajamas, adding them to the cluttered pile of clothes on her floor. Before venturing to her closet, she hopped on her bed, cradling her package. 

Her heart raced. It was finally here. She tore open the packaging, resulting in a shredded mess on her floor and a metal disk with protruding ringed edges in either hand. She stared at them, before scurrying to the ground to find the instructions in her tattered mess.

“Thank you for buying our Portal Play Disks! This state of the art…” Seema read under her breath, before losing patience and skipping ahead. Each disk had a button on it, one button was a circle, the other a square. She skimmed until she found the section she was looking for.

“To engage the portals, press and hold both buttons simultaneously for 5 seconds.” Seema dropped the booklet, pressing both buttons. Her heart fluttered with excitement as the portals sprang to life. She rested on the floor, tentatively poking her finger inside the other. As her finger disappeared in one, it began slowly appearing from the floor.

Seema beamed. She wiggled her finger, watching it respond in kind despite appearing severed from her form. She touched it with her other hand, feeling the sensation in its entirety. She pulled her finger back, quickly rushing to the instructions once again.

“The disk with the square button is the wearing disk, while the disk with the circular button is the detached disk. To attach the wearing disk, slide into place while the portal is on, and then double tap the buttons on each ring simultaneously.”

Seema giggled to herself, trying to silence the swarm of butterflies fighting their way up her throat. She slipped off her panties. She watched in awe as she lowered the disk into place, her cock transporting to the other portal bit by bit. Once it was completely pressed against her pelvis, she doubled-tapped both buttons.

The disk pressed to her pelvis immediately shrunk, sealing tight against her skin. She tried to slip her fingers under the tiny ridge to pry it off. Jumped up and down. Nothing made it budge. She continued reading.

“In order to disengage the attached portal, both buttons must be double tapped at the same time once again. Once the wearer’s portal is attached, the functionality of both portals buttons changes.

Wearer’s disk: Pressing the square button will temporarily alter the portal field of the disk, routing the wearer’s urethra to the small hole on the back of the metal plate. This will allow the wearer to relieve themselves at any time.

Detached disk: Pressing the circular button will toggle between “exposed mode” and the pocket dimension. When in the pocket dimension, the disk will be completely flat, allowing for convenient and hidden storage. The pocket dimension will also continuously clean the wearer, allowing for 24/7 use. Lastly, the circular button will naturally glow green. If the wearer is on the brink of orgasm, its hue will shift to red. This is ideal for pleasuring your partner in locations you do not want to accidentally ejaculate on. Due to the absence of other bodily cues, this system allows you to stop and quickly relocate to a good location to finish your session with absolutely no risk!”

Seema tossed the booklet. It’s not like she had a partner to play with anyways, she could just feel when she was going to finish. 

Seema sat on the floor in front of the portal, eyeing herself poking up from the ground. It was surreal. She looked like a dildo she left out. She bit her lip, finally reaching out to touch herself.

She jumped at the sensation, almost letting out a moan. Holy shit, she thought to herself. Even just touching through the portal felt completely different. Seeing her cock out and detached from its usual home, touching from a different angle than she normally could. It was heavenly. 

She gave herself a soft grip, slowly stroking up and down. Her eyes closed, letting her head roll back as she stroked. A drip of precum dribbled over her fingers. She twisted her hand, soaking her shaft as she stroked faster.

“Your breakfast is gonna get cold!” Seema snapped out of her trance, quickly pulling her hand away, instinctively grabbing a shirt from the floor and pulling it over her lap. Although with her cock detached and on the floor, her instincts didn’t accomplish much.

“O-okay, I’ll be right down!” Seema shouted back to the kitchen, taking a breath as she let her beating heart slow. She wiped her hand on her thigh, reluctantly pushing off the ground to get dressed. 

She slipped on her panties, taking a moment to note how incredibly strange it felt to feel the fabric press against all her skin except her unit. Along with the complete absence of any visual bulge. Her uniform went on quickly, eager to return to her earlier activities. She probably had time to cum real quick before– 

“Forget breakfast, at this point you’ll miss the whole school day!” Her mom shouted up again.

“I know, I’m coming!” Annoyance pierced her voice. There was one thing she desperately wanted to try.

She picked up her detached cock, sitting on her bed. She bit her lip, slowly raising her cock towards her face. She could finally feel what it was like… She watched a fresh drip run down her shaft, so close she could see the flickers of light in its reflection as it traversed her throbbing shaft. Seema opened her mouth, the warmth of her breath causing her to pulse in anticipation.

“Seema! Do I need to come up there?”

“Ugh!!” Seema gruffed. “I’m coming, okay!?” She pressed the circular button, causing her cock to quickly disappear into the pocket dimension. She faltered for a second, feeling the strange tingling warmth of the pocket dimension envelope her. Pushing it aside, she grabbed her bag, tossed the ring in, and left her room with no small degree of attitude.

–

“Good morning, Seema!”

“Hey, April,”  Seema smiled, tossing her backpack on the floor beside her desk. April was her best friend. A short, curvier girl, with large round glasses topping her freckle-spotted face. Her brown hair was neatly braided per usual, resting over her left shoulder. They had been close ever since middle school.

“I thought you may have finally stooped to skipping class all together.” April giggled.

“I wish. Just had a slow start to my day.” Seema exhaled.

“Well only a couple more months, and this place will be a thing of the past! What are you most excited about?”

“You mean besides leaving this prison in the dust?” Seema slumped in her chair, letting her ponytail drape onto April's desk. “I have no idea. I’m not really like you. I have no idea what I want to do. I’m not even sure–”

“He didn’t! Are you serious?!” Seema clicked her tongue in annoyance. Her attention shot to the girl leading the prominent group at the front of the class. Mackenzie. Everything about her irked Seema. She was the school’s personal celebrity. Everything about her was perfect. Flawless long white hair and beautiful skin. Extroverted. Cheer captain. Even her uniform seems to glow on her perfect form, always enhancing it with matching earrings or various accessories. She was the heart of the “elite” clique. Needless to say, a group Seema and April were quite removed from.

“Maybe not having to share a classroom with them?” Seema groaned, not bothering to wipe the look of annoyance from her face. April laughed.

“They aren’t that bad. Have you even had a single interaction with Mackenzie?”

“Well… no… But look at her! She just oozes a superiority complex! Do you think she could even breathe without the lustful gaze of every guy in the grade? She’s like… an attention vampire.”

“Just because she’s popular? I don’t know, she doesn’t seem all that bad to me…”

“What?!” Seema flipped around in her chair, “Not you too! My one and only friend, fallen to the dark side!” Seema pressed her hand to her head in feigned mourning. “It’s just me now, alone in a sea of Mackenzie simps…”

“Shut up!” April blushed. “I’m just saying, if I had her… attributes, I wouldn’t exactly be discouraging all that attention…”

“Please. She doesn’t have anything over you.”

“Except gorgeous features, a stunning body, loads of friends, even more wishing they were under her skirt–”

“Okay! That’s plenty, thank you!” Seema sighed, turning back around in her chair. April took Seema’s ponytail in her hand, twisting it in her fingers as she began to braid, each time pulling it out to start again. “She isn’t all that…” She continued in a much lower voice, “Although I could do with a few more people trying to get under my skirt…” The constant warmth and subtle tingle of the pocket dimension was ever so slowly building her up. Especially since she didn’t manage to finish before school. Her thighs clenched around the still peculiar absence between them.

“So that’s what you’re most excited about.” April giggled. Seema’s eyes widened, not realizing she had said that loud enough to be heard. She shrunk a little smaller in her chair.

–

Jesussss, Seema thought to herself, eyeing the clock. 2:05. Could this day go by any slower? Seema wasn’t sure if it was from getting interrupted before she could finish that morning, but her desperation was growing steadily. Just existing in the pocket dimension was enough to drive her frustration. The constant subtle warmth and movement as the dimensions swirled around her; it was like a hot tub jet on low, gently torturing her under the guise of cleaning.

Seema scanned the classroom. Mr. Evans was deep in his lecture. The class was still, either absorbed by the lesson or trying to hide their drooping eyes in their books. She was in the back corner of the classroom. The only person behind her was April, and she was too studious to distract mid class. Maybe she could just…

Seema reached into her backpack, slowly removing the ring with shaking hands. Just for a second. She’d only open the disk for a second. Just to give her a moment's respite from the unending, teasing swirl. 

Time’s consistency degraded with that ring in her hand. Every moment seemed still, but each ragged dart to the clock showed the minutes ticking by. Every moment of compilation only building a raging inferno of need within the portal. 

Seema pushed the button. Her heart nearly beat from her chest as her cock slipped into existence. A frantic wave of fear washed over her, pressing the disk into her desk, feeling her cock squish against its underside. The wood wetted as the sudden contact and exposure unleashed a spring of precum.

She had never known arousal like this. Mr. Evans’ voice faded into a gentle ring and the low thud of her heart, feeling its pulse throughout every morsel of her face. Her cock was out. In class! Her eyes darted frantically around the room, while not allowing her head even the slightest movement. As if the faintest motion would key the class into her secret. 

Despite her frozen body, her hand would not follow suit. It began slowly shifting back and forth, rubbing her pressed cock and balls against the smooth surface of the desk's belly. Her precum completely wet it in a few passes. She moved painfully slow, her body’s need at war with her survival instincts. But it didn’t matter. From being interrupted, to a full day in the pocket dimension, to her cock being exposed in the middle of class, slickly grinding against her desk? Slow was more than enough.

Her stomach tingled as her orgasm quickly built. She bit her lip, hard enough for the pain to silence the burning urge to moan and frantically grind her desk. She was close. Too close. Fuck! She couldn’t stop! What about her cum?! Was she just going to spurt against her desk, dripping down onto her skirt and the floor below? What if it sprayed out past the edges of her desk. Her mind raced, the last remnant of her fleeting reasoning begging her to stop her hand. But her mind no longer held the wheel. She needed it, dealing with the aftermath came later–

The sound of dozens of chairs scraping against the tiled floor nearly jolted Seema from her seat. Her classmates shuffled papers and packed bags, uproaring voices replacing the monotonous tone of Mr. Evans.

Seema panicked, hands frantically searching for the button on the ring. So much so, she nearly dropped it in her fugued state. She finally found the button, her cock disappearing before she clasped the disk tight between her palms.

“Mmmmggg” April stretched, scooping up her notes and shuffling them into her bag. “You ready?”

“Mhmm, yep. Yeah.” Seema didn’t move, giving her body a moment to breathe, trying to fight off the adrenaline and coursing arousal. She thought the burst of arousal from nearly getting caught, coupled with the pocket dimension would be enough to push her over, but instead she teetered, the swirling tease holding her torturously close. Forcing her arousal to take the scenic route on its path off the edge. 

“Come on, Seema!” April whined. Somehow she had teleported beside Seema’s desk. She began slowly creeping towards the door, looking back at her teasingly with every step.

“I’m coming, I’m coming!” Seema grabbed her papers from her desk, trying to use them to hide the ring as she tossed them messily into her bag. She quickly flipped her backpack on, hurrying out of the classroom.

–

Seema closed her room door, resting her back against it as she slowly slid to the floor.

“Holy fuck.” She whispered to herself, pressing her hands to her face, feeling the heat against her fingers. A giggle ignited in her. “Fuckkk! I can’t believe–” her voice faded into a smile, thinking back on the day. She pulled out her ponytail, running her fingers through her hair as she calmed herself.

She needed to do that again. Something as simple as a precum-slick desk gave her a degree of pleasure she had never experienced. It was as if she had discovered touching herself for the first time all over again. She nearly squealed in excitement, quickly stripping into nothing. She let a soft moan escape her lips as she looked down, seeing nothing between her legs. She ran her hand down her stomach, shivering as it passed over the metal plate where her throbbing cock used to be. 

She couldn’t wait any longer. She rushed to her backpack. She pulled out her papers. She could feel her cock twitching and leaking in the pocket dimension as her hand searched the bottom of the bag.

It searched some more.

“What the fu–” Seema’s voice faded, as anxiety began to build in her throat. She picked her bag up, pulling it apart to look inside while she searched. Still nothing. She flipped it over, dumping everything on the ground. She pushed around her papers and notebooks, frantically checking under each one.

“No way. No way!” She pulled open every pouch of her backpack, shaking it hysterically. She flipped open her textbooks, searching between the pages. “No way! No way I lost it! No way I lost my fucking c–!”

Seema collapsed to the ground. Defeat and numbness danced within her. She couldn’t help rubbing her hand up and down the metal plate. A desperate plea for her throbbing cock to return. To be able to feel some residual pleasure from her hand and slip over the edge. 

“Maybe I can find it…” Seema mumbled to herself. The ray of hope reignited her. “Yeah, it probably just fell out when I put my backpack on. The school is still open for a few hours for clubs, so I bet I can sneak back in there!” Seema jumped to her feet. She hurried to her clothes, her optimism building with every step.

Seema froze. The teasing warmth of the pocket dimension: It disappeared. Her body was rigid steel as her mind raced. Why was it gone? The answer was obvious, but she couldn’t bring herself to think it…

Someone had found her ring, and pressed the little green, circular button.

– 10 minutes earlier –

Mackenzie slid open the classroom door. It was her turn for the after school chores. Every day, one of the students of each class would have to stay behind to put all the chairs up onto the desks and clean the board.

She groaned, tossing a piece of gum in her mouth as she got to work. The board went by quickly. Since it was cleaned daily, it really only required a quick wipe. Next were the chairs. Mackenzie started at the front of the classroom. A few chairs in, she was already winded.

“This blows.” Mackenzie complained to herself. She hopped up on one of the desks, kicking her feet as she pulled out her phone. She blew a bubble as she scrolled. “I should’ve asked one of the guys to help me out. I bet they would’ve.” Mackenzie blew another bubble. 

“Maybe I’ll text one of them to come back?” She blew another bubble. She was about to text them, when a glint of something in the back corner caught her eye. She hopped off the desk. She pocketed her phone, studying it as she walked closer.

She picked up a small disk with a glowing center. She eyed it, searching her brain to root out the cause of its familiarity. She blew another bubble as she pressed the glowing button on the ring's base.

Pop!

“No. Fucking. Way.”

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Hadn't done writing in quite a while, so I wanted to really lean into it this time! This was the start of a portal series I had thought up a long time ago, but never actually acted on, so this was the perfect opportunity! Hope you guys liked it!

Executive order 6111 - Fan AI for my dystopian kinktober prompt universe!

Someone created a fan AI bot of my dystopian Kinktober prompt universe!! If you would like to check it out, here is the link! Big thanks to the gem who took the time to make it!!

https://www.sakura.fm/chat/qUOxHY7

Kinktober #20!

In for quite a long night...

Kinktober #19!

"Its almost tiiiime!!" Hope sung, bouncing on her toes. Yue suppressed a smile. Watching her giddiness was infectious.

"I bet you can't wait to unlock, huh?" Hope teased, her eyebrows bouncing nearly as much as the rest of her.

"I guess, it wasn't nearly as hard as all your complaining made it seem. I knew you were always exaggerating with how 'desperate' you were to cum" Yue brushed a lock of celeste hair from her face.

"Yeah righttt! You complained more these last two weeks than I ever did! You forget that we sleep together. Every time you rolled over to cuddle me, you'd start humping my leg. You'd completely soak my leg in your pre-"

"Whatever!" Yue cut her off, keeping the blush from her cheeks by sheer force of will. "Now that our two weeks are over, we can go back to you being the only one who ever puts a cage on."

"You aren't gonna break it out from time to time? I know you aaact all tough, but from how you responded to these two weeks, I think there is quite a bit more sub in you than you wanna let onnn!" Hope giggled, igniting her eyebrows once again.

"Dream on." Yue dismissed, trying to ignore the wetness leaking from her cage. "Come on, the lock-box has to be timed out by now. Give me my keys so I can get out of this thing."

"Whaaat, we can't be so unceremonious!!" Hope frantically pulled off her clothes, nearly tripping as her panties caught on her toe, bouncing towards Yue as she unhooked them. Yue felt another stream of precum leak from her as she watched. "Come on come onnn!" Hope giggled, pulling Yue's clothes, quickly stripping her down to match her minimalistic attire. Yue quickly wiped her cage clean with her palm.

With the both dressed in nothing but a cage, Hope scurried to the lock-box. She popped it open, grabbing a key a tossing it to Yue.

"Okay okay. Lets unlock at the same time!"

"Fine," Yue caught the key, "But lets get going already." She tried to suppress the urgency in her voice, but some of it pierced her aloof shield. Her cock was throbbing viciously. She'd never admit it to Hope, but goddd she needed out. The instant she was free, Hope was going to her knees.

"Lets unlock on 3!" Both girls slid their key into their locks. Yue's hand was nearly shaking with need. "1... 2... 3!!!"

snap!!

Kinktober #18!

Noelle whimpered as another sharp sting burned through her clit. She had lost count of how many it was now. All she could focus on was the warm throbbing radiating through her core. A throbbing that both ached for just a hair more, and begged for the onslaught to end.

Her body trembled from being trapped in the same vulnerable position for so long, but she couldn't throw in the towel. Her clit teetered on the edge, begging for a single gentle touch to push her over. But all she was allowed were sharp whips of the crop.

She hadn't cum in three weeks. She was so desperate, when her owner told her she could only cum if she could cum from pain, she thought it would be a quick easy session. But nearly an hour in, and her body refused to break its streak. Each slap snapped her off the edge, but the dull throb afterwards always brought her back, pushing her even closer to the edge.

Noelle squirmed, bucking her hips and groaning as her legs tightened, pulling on her tender nipples, begging for that last nudge into ecstasy.

"P-please, one more!"

Kinktober #17!

Fiona may have poked fun at Amanda's height one too many times...

Oh how being sick blows... Got myself a pre-winter cold that is sapping a lot of my energy! So although I was planning on drawing new designs for all of my prompts, this post I was a little too low energy to activate that extra part of my brain to think of new designs xD. Fun jumping back to the original characters for a bit though!

Kinktober #16!

I'm sure Aya will get Chloe's key's back eventually...

Commission results!

Two images in the same day?? Who is this?! xD

One of you lovely patrons commissioned me for a pretty extensive image! I had a lot of fun with this, and I think this is one of the first times in a seriously long time that I have drawn an illustration not only with three characters in it, but with a full background as well! I am incredibly happy with how this turned out, and special thanks again to the one of you who ordered this!

HOWEVER... I am freaking dead xD. Doing a commission alongside kinktober, alongside my quite hectic non-art related life right now, was seriously exhausting! An experience I'm glad I pushed myself through, but nonetheless, exhausting... So I will be closing my commissions at least until I finish kinktober, and we are gonna pretend that this image counts for my kinktober schedule, and im gonna take a much needed 3 day break, skipping my 15th post and continuing with my cuckqueen kinktober prompt as usual on the 18th! That's not cheating, right......?

Kinktober #15!

Think she can cum from it? If she needs extra stimulation, she can always fidget...

Halfway halfway halfwaaaay!! This has been such an intense challenge! I can definitely feel the struggle coming in hot, but I wanna finish this challenge so badly! And you know what they say about marathons. The second half is always easier, right...?

Kinktober #14!

"God you're such a beta," Your girlfriend sighed, as she rolled off the bed, unsatisfied once again. You knew, however reluctantly, that it was true. You could never seem to last long enough to get inside her. Even a few times after her shower, she took awhile to get dressed and you accidentally came in your pants. She was such a sweetheart, and every element of your relationship was perfect. Except the bedroom. But you never thought she'd go so far as to download software to your neural chip. But the giddy excitement in her voice? You didn't think she'd be changing her mind anytime soon...