Tuesday, December 4, 2018
[Christmas Special] The Pit Queen's Blessing
Disclaimer: The following story contains BDSM, noncon, femdom, yuri, and related sexual content. All characters are 18 or older at the time of the fic.
Author's Note from the Future: I'd wanted to save reposting this one until Christmas so it'd fit better, but Tumblr forced my hand. Meh, it's December, so I guess it's close enough!
This was a hard one to write - twelve captives, all six of my OCs, and (due to my poor time-management) only five days to finish it. I originally intended to make this an annual event, but staying up until 4 AM on Christmas Eve made me change my mind pretty damn quick. Still, I think I did a remarkably good job for someone writing on basically no sleep, so enjoy!
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At first glance, you wouldn’t think the Pit was the kind of place where Christmas cheer would abound. After all, it was an alternate dimension devoted to the concept of non-stop kinky sex and ruled by a nigh-omnipotent demon goddess who not only allowed, but encouraged her subjects to slake their lusts by kidnapping the residents of other dimensions. Not the kind of civilization that lends itself to a wholesome, family-friendly holiday, right?
Wrong. Very, very wrong. The Pit loved Christmas just as much as any other universe the holiday existed in - they just had some slightly different traditions.
For example, mistletoe was still hung over doorways, and it was still traditional for two people who wandered under it to kiss; it was just that Pit Mistletoe had a tendency to enforce this tradition by using its vines to bind the two people together face-to-face and not releasing them until they’d completed a sufficiently intense make-out session.
Presents were still exchanged under a decorated Christmas tree - struggling presents who moaned helplessly into their gags as they were “unwrapped” under an equally unwilling tree, who had been “decorated” with various bondage accessories and sex toys.
Cookies, fudge, and other sweets were cooked and shared with friends and neighbors. There was no twist there. Even the lustiest Pit Imps had time for delicious baked goods.
However, the Pit had one Christmas tradition that was unique to it: the Pit Queen’s Blessing, an event on Christmas Day organized by the ruler of the Pit herself, Lady Sheol…
Author's Note from the Future: I'd wanted to save reposting this one until Christmas so it'd fit better, but Tumblr forced my hand. Meh, it's December, so I guess it's close enough!
This was a hard one to write - twelve captives, all six of my OCs, and (due to my poor time-management) only five days to finish it. I originally intended to make this an annual event, but staying up until 4 AM on Christmas Eve made me change my mind pretty damn quick. Still, I think I did a remarkably good job for someone writing on basically no sleep, so enjoy!
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At first glance, you wouldn’t think the Pit was the kind of place where Christmas cheer would abound. After all, it was an alternate dimension devoted to the concept of non-stop kinky sex and ruled by a nigh-omnipotent demon goddess who not only allowed, but encouraged her subjects to slake their lusts by kidnapping the residents of other dimensions. Not the kind of civilization that lends itself to a wholesome, family-friendly holiday, right?
Wrong. Very, very wrong. The Pit loved Christmas just as much as any other universe the holiday existed in - they just had some slightly different traditions.
For example, mistletoe was still hung over doorways, and it was still traditional for two people who wandered under it to kiss; it was just that Pit Mistletoe had a tendency to enforce this tradition by using its vines to bind the two people together face-to-face and not releasing them until they’d completed a sufficiently intense make-out session.
Presents were still exchanged under a decorated Christmas tree - struggling presents who moaned helplessly into their gags as they were “unwrapped” under an equally unwilling tree, who had been “decorated” with various bondage accessories and sex toys.
Cookies, fudge, and other sweets were cooked and shared with friends and neighbors. There was no twist there. Even the lustiest Pit Imps had time for delicious baked goods.
However, the Pit had one Christmas tradition that was unique to it: the Pit Queen’s Blessing, an event on Christmas Day organized by the ruler of the Pit herself, Lady Sheol…
[Naruto] Naruto and Sakura: Secrets Revealed
Disclaimer: The following story contains BDSM, F/m, futanari, tickling, and related sexual content. All characters are 18+ at the time of the story.
Author's Note from the Future: Due to Tumblr absolutely shitting the bed, I'm going to be moving all my old stories from that account here today, starting with this one. This commission was one of my first attempts at writing a consensual romance story, and it really shows. I rushed things way too much (especially the ending), tried to deal with some pretty serious issues, and I honestly don't think I handled it very well. But for those of you who actually liked this mess, here it is!
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In the last few years of Uzumaki Naruto’s life, he had seen some seriously unexpected shit. Long-dead ninja turning out to be not so dead after all, an evil plan to turn the moon into a giant genjutsu projector, the inventor of ninjutsu revealing that both Naruto and his best friend were distant descendants of him - to be honest, by the time the ancient rabbit goddess showed up to take over the world, Naruto was pretty sure nothing would ever shock him again.
Apparently, the universe took that as a challenge, because two years ago this day, Hyuuga Hinata had married Uchiha Sasuke.
Shortly after the end of the the Fourth Ninja World War, a paperwork mishap had gotten the two dojutsu users assigned to a long-term mission together, during which they’d bonded over their shared family-inflicted trauma and eventually hooked up. Once they had returned to the village, Hinata had talked him into going to a therapist to resolve his remaining issues, Sasuke got her to come along, and the rest was history.
Naruto’s own love life had taken an unexpected turn, as Haruno Sakura had confessed her love to him - for real this time. She’d been doing some thinking after the war, and she’d decided that loving someone who’d shown no interest in her and had actively attempted to kill her wouldn’t work out in the long run. In the process, she’d started thinking about how Naruto had supported her since day one, even when she responded to everything he did with physical or verbal abuse. Suffice to say, she felt like quite the heel, and had met with Naruto at Ichiraku’s to apologize to him.
In a move that surprised absolutely no one, Naruto forgave her immediately, even expressing his own remorse for constantly hounding her to go out with him, even after she’d said no. Sakura, in turn, had accepted his apology, and invited him to share another dinner with her in a few days. One thing led to another, and by the time Sasuke and Hinata were back from their mission, Naruto and Sakura were officially boyfriend and girlfriend.
Author's Note from the Future: Due to Tumblr absolutely shitting the bed, I'm going to be moving all my old stories from that account here today, starting with this one. This commission was one of my first attempts at writing a consensual romance story, and it really shows. I rushed things way too much (especially the ending), tried to deal with some pretty serious issues, and I honestly don't think I handled it very well. But for those of you who actually liked this mess, here it is!
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In the last few years of Uzumaki Naruto’s life, he had seen some seriously unexpected shit. Long-dead ninja turning out to be not so dead after all, an evil plan to turn the moon into a giant genjutsu projector, the inventor of ninjutsu revealing that both Naruto and his best friend were distant descendants of him - to be honest, by the time the ancient rabbit goddess showed up to take over the world, Naruto was pretty sure nothing would ever shock him again.
Apparently, the universe took that as a challenge, because two years ago this day, Hyuuga Hinata had married Uchiha Sasuke.
Shortly after the end of the the Fourth Ninja World War, a paperwork mishap had gotten the two dojutsu users assigned to a long-term mission together, during which they’d bonded over their shared family-inflicted trauma and eventually hooked up. Once they had returned to the village, Hinata had talked him into going to a therapist to resolve his remaining issues, Sasuke got her to come along, and the rest was history.
Naruto’s own love life had taken an unexpected turn, as Haruno Sakura had confessed her love to him - for real this time. She’d been doing some thinking after the war, and she’d decided that loving someone who’d shown no interest in her and had actively attempted to kill her wouldn’t work out in the long run. In the process, she’d started thinking about how Naruto had supported her since day one, even when she responded to everything he did with physical or verbal abuse. Suffice to say, she felt like quite the heel, and had met with Naruto at Ichiraku’s to apologize to him.
In a move that surprised absolutely no one, Naruto forgave her immediately, even expressing his own remorse for constantly hounding her to go out with him, even after she’d said no. Sakura, in turn, had accepted his apology, and invited him to share another dinner with her in a few days. One thing led to another, and by the time Sasuke and Hinata were back from their mission, Naruto and Sakura were officially boyfriend and girlfriend.
Monday, November 26, 2018
[Bleach] Explode Extinguished, Power Pacified
Disclaimer: The following story contains BDSM, noncon, MF/f, tickling, and related sexual content. All characters are 18+ at the time of the story.
Author's Note from the Future: This was an old commission I did for a friend of mine on DA, and probably the most popular story I had posted on my old Tumblr account. I went back and fixed a few minor spelling errors, but otherwise there's not much I'd like to change about this one, save for maybe giving Meninas a bit more focus. It's not often I look back at one of my older fics with pride instead of regret or shame, but I personally think this one stands up pretty well with my more recent work!
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“FUCKING THORNS!” Bambietta Basterbine yelled angrily, blasting yet another tangle of barbed vines into nothingness as she made her way through the dense forest. “Why the hell did Lord Yhwach pick us for this mission? Why not that jackass with the iron skin?”
“I think he said something about us being best suited to get into the temple with this glove thingy he’s so worried about,” Meninas McAllon piped up, casually uprooting a cluster of thorns by knocking over the tree they had grown around.
Bambietta scoffed. “I can’t believe any kind of artifact could pose a threat to us by this point. I mean, we’ve got the Shinigami’s Bankai, that old fart with the ‘fuck you, nuke everything” sword is dead, and Lord Yhwach is on the verge of recovering his full power. They may as well hand the Soul King over to us now!”
“Maybe,” Meninas admitted, “but you know how Lord Yhwach is about planning for everything. We might as well destroy this thing, just to be on the safe side.”
“Fine,” Bambietta grumbled as the two Quincies finally emerged from the forest into a small clearing. Embedded in the ground before them was a large slab of finely polished obsidian, engraved with ancient writing.
“To access the Glove of Reclamation,” Meninas read off the slab, “the seven sacred jewels must be gathered from the seven temples and placed into the slots below in the proper order, based on the clues written in the four Books of Ultimate Knowledge. Only then will the slab move and reveal the passage below.”
Author's Note from the Future: This was an old commission I did for a friend of mine on DA, and probably the most popular story I had posted on my old Tumblr account. I went back and fixed a few minor spelling errors, but otherwise there's not much I'd like to change about this one, save for maybe giving Meninas a bit more focus. It's not often I look back at one of my older fics with pride instead of regret or shame, but I personally think this one stands up pretty well with my more recent work!
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“FUCKING THORNS!” Bambietta Basterbine yelled angrily, blasting yet another tangle of barbed vines into nothingness as she made her way through the dense forest. “Why the hell did Lord Yhwach pick us for this mission? Why not that jackass with the iron skin?”
“I think he said something about us being best suited to get into the temple with this glove thingy he’s so worried about,” Meninas McAllon piped up, casually uprooting a cluster of thorns by knocking over the tree they had grown around.
Bambietta scoffed. “I can’t believe any kind of artifact could pose a threat to us by this point. I mean, we’ve got the Shinigami’s Bankai, that old fart with the ‘fuck you, nuke everything” sword is dead, and Lord Yhwach is on the verge of recovering his full power. They may as well hand the Soul King over to us now!”
“Maybe,” Meninas admitted, “but you know how Lord Yhwach is about planning for everything. We might as well destroy this thing, just to be on the safe side.”
“Fine,” Bambietta grumbled as the two Quincies finally emerged from the forest into a small clearing. Embedded in the ground before them was a large slab of finely polished obsidian, engraved with ancient writing.
“To access the Glove of Reclamation,” Meninas read off the slab, “the seven sacred jewels must be gathered from the seven temples and placed into the slots below in the proper order, based on the clues written in the four Books of Ultimate Knowledge. Only then will the slab move and reveal the passage below.”
Monday, November 19, 2018
[Mario] Bowsette in Another Castle
DISCLAIMER: The following story contains BDSM, noncon, F/f, genderbending, and related sexual content. All characters are 18+ at the time of the story, and belong to their respective copyright holders.
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“The heck do you mean, you can’t reverse it?!”
“Your Evilness, I - ack!” Kamek shrieked, diving to the side as an oversized hammer sailed past him and smashed a hole in the floor he’d been standing on. By this point in his career, the head Magikoopa was highly experienced at having to dodge projectiles while delivering bad news; King Bowser’s temper was legendary at the best of times, and he had little patience for minions who failed him. Honestly, having weapons thrown at his head was a step up from having to avoid fireballs.
Bowser wasn’t holding back the fire breath this time out of mercy, though. At the moment, he was completely unable to breathe fire.
Or, perhaps, it might be more accurate to say she was completely unable to breathe fire.
“Darn it, none of this was supposed to happen!” the tanned redhead sitting on the throne seethed. Despite her buxom, humanoid body, her true identity was obvious to anyone who could see the signs: the horns growing from her head; the spiked bands around her arms, wrists, and neck; and the tail poking out behind her through a hole in her flowing black dress. This was Bowser, the powerful, ruthless King of the Koopas, trapped in the form of a supple maiden.
“It was just supposed to be a quick joke!” she groaned, flopping back on the throne. “I’d wear the crown and hang out with Mario for a bit, mess with the Princess’ head, have a good laugh, then go back home and get back to business as usual! Except I still have this crown stuck to my head, I’m still stuck in this tiny, squishy body, and the guy who’s supposed to be able to fix this kind of thing says there’s nothing he can do!”
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“The heck do you mean, you can’t reverse it?!”
“Your Evilness, I - ack!” Kamek shrieked, diving to the side as an oversized hammer sailed past him and smashed a hole in the floor he’d been standing on. By this point in his career, the head Magikoopa was highly experienced at having to dodge projectiles while delivering bad news; King Bowser’s temper was legendary at the best of times, and he had little patience for minions who failed him. Honestly, having weapons thrown at his head was a step up from having to avoid fireballs.
Bowser wasn’t holding back the fire breath this time out of mercy, though. At the moment, he was completely unable to breathe fire.
Or, perhaps, it might be more accurate to say she was completely unable to breathe fire.
“Darn it, none of this was supposed to happen!” the tanned redhead sitting on the throne seethed. Despite her buxom, humanoid body, her true identity was obvious to anyone who could see the signs: the horns growing from her head; the spiked bands around her arms, wrists, and neck; and the tail poking out behind her through a hole in her flowing black dress. This was Bowser, the powerful, ruthless King of the Koopas, trapped in the form of a supple maiden.
“It was just supposed to be a quick joke!” she groaned, flopping back on the throne. “I’d wear the crown and hang out with Mario for a bit, mess with the Princess’ head, have a good laugh, then go back home and get back to business as usual! Except I still have this crown stuck to my head, I’m still stuck in this tiny, squishy body, and the guy who’s supposed to be able to fix this kind of thing says there’s nothing he can do!”
Monday, November 12, 2018
Captions: Puppy Girl Hina + Blackfire Reprogrammed
[Naruto] Kurenai Happysacked
DISCLAIMER: The following story contains BDSM, noncon, and related sexual content. All characters are 18+ at the time of the story, and belong to their respective copyright holders.
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“Home at last!” Kurenai Yuki sighed, turning the key in her front door lock. She’d just finished a week-long mission with Team 8, tracking down some bandit hordes that had been attacking merchant caravans coming in from the Land of Hot Water. The bandits had been on the move almost constantly, and after a week of little sleep and non-stop travel - to say nothing of the battles once they actually caught up with them - she was just about ready to melt into bed.
She didn’t even bother to turn on the lights as she made a beeline for her bedroom, only to freeze a few steps from her goal. With the house dark, she could clearly see light shining from the crack under her bedroom door.
“Is someone in there?” Kurenai thought, her tired body slipping into a combat stance on instinct. Slowly, she reached for the door handle and turned it, jumping to the side as the door swung open. When no attacks came through the doorway, she cautiously advanced into the room, her hands raised in front of her in preparation to place any would-be ambushers under a powerful genjutsu.
Confusingly, there didn’t seem to be anyone else in the room. What did spring to her attention, though, was a red gift box lying on her bed, tied with a black ribbon. Staying vigilant, Kurenai approached the box until she was just close enough to read the text on the attached tag.
“To Kurenai. Love, Asuma,” she read aloud, and let out a sigh of relief. Asuma had a key to her house, so it would be easy for him to drop by while she was away and leave it for her, keeping the lights on so she wouldn’t miss it. True, she was going to read him the riot act next time she saw him for scaring her like this, but it was a nice gesture nonetheless.
Yet strangely, something made her pause before opening the box. It didn’t seem likely to be a trap; the number of people who knew of her secret relationship with Asuma could be counted on one hand, and she’d trust any of them with her life. At worst, it might be a prank set up by Anko that would see her spending the next few hours washing paint and feathers out of her hair.
“So why I am I getting such a bad feeling about this?” Kurenai wondered, frowning. Deciding to trust her instincts, she retreated into the hallway and threw a kunai through the ribbon’s knot, severing it from a safe distance. When that failed to trigger anything, she followed up with a low-level wind jutsu Asuma had taught her, then immediately slammed the door shut as the top of the box blew off.
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“Home at last!” Kurenai Yuki sighed, turning the key in her front door lock. She’d just finished a week-long mission with Team 8, tracking down some bandit hordes that had been attacking merchant caravans coming in from the Land of Hot Water. The bandits had been on the move almost constantly, and after a week of little sleep and non-stop travel - to say nothing of the battles once they actually caught up with them - she was just about ready to melt into bed.
She didn’t even bother to turn on the lights as she made a beeline for her bedroom, only to freeze a few steps from her goal. With the house dark, she could clearly see light shining from the crack under her bedroom door.
“Is someone in there?” Kurenai thought, her tired body slipping into a combat stance on instinct. Slowly, she reached for the door handle and turned it, jumping to the side as the door swung open. When no attacks came through the doorway, she cautiously advanced into the room, her hands raised in front of her in preparation to place any would-be ambushers under a powerful genjutsu.
Confusingly, there didn’t seem to be anyone else in the room. What did spring to her attention, though, was a red gift box lying on her bed, tied with a black ribbon. Staying vigilant, Kurenai approached the box until she was just close enough to read the text on the attached tag.
“To Kurenai. Love, Asuma,” she read aloud, and let out a sigh of relief. Asuma had a key to her house, so it would be easy for him to drop by while she was away and leave it for her, keeping the lights on so she wouldn’t miss it. True, she was going to read him the riot act next time she saw him for scaring her like this, but it was a nice gesture nonetheless.
Yet strangely, something made her pause before opening the box. It didn’t seem likely to be a trap; the number of people who knew of her secret relationship with Asuma could be counted on one hand, and she’d trust any of them with her life. At worst, it might be a prank set up by Anko that would see her spending the next few hours washing paint and feathers out of her hair.
“So why I am I getting such a bad feeling about this?” Kurenai wondered, frowning. Deciding to trust her instincts, she retreated into the hallway and threw a kunai through the ribbon’s knot, severing it from a safe distance. When that failed to trigger anything, she followed up with a low-level wind jutsu Asuma had taught her, then immediately slammed the door shut as the top of the box blew off.
[MCU] Black Widow Droned
DISCLAIMER: The following story contains BDSM, noncon, brainwashing, and related sexual content. All characters are 18+ at the time of the story, and belong to their respective copyright holders.
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“Drone number 614, commence testing session 57.”
The dull voice in Natasha Romanoff’s ears snapped her out of her stupor. Just like the other times she’d been awoken from her trance, her first reaction was to tear at the rubber enclosing her body as she tried to figure out why she was lying on the floor, unable to see, hear, speak, or move. And just like those other times, she soon slumped in defeat as her memories of what had happened slowly came back to her.
In hindsight, it had been a terrible decision on her part. An informant she knew from her old SHIELD days had passed along some leads about a major white slavery ring. They had only just begun operating within the last year, but they were already suspected in the disappearance of hundreds of women around the world. According to the information she’d gotten, a shell company connected to the slavers had recently constructed a remote compound in the French countryside, using it to store many of their recent captures as well as other illicit goods.
She knew she should have taken the info to Steve and the others, but she’d gotten cocky. Doing recon on a stronghold full of slavers was hardly a challenge for the legendary Black Widow, after all, and there was no need to drag the likes of Captain America or the Scarlet Witch along on a mission she could do in her sleep!
Upon infiltrating the base, however, she’d quickly learned the secret behind this new group’s rise to power. Somehow, they’d gotten their hands on alien technology and reverse-engineered it to use in their schemes. The true purpose of the new compound was not to store slaves, but to develop new devices to help them better enslave and condition their merchandise - and the women held within were being used as guinea pigs to test their depraved creations!
With this new information, Natasha had tried to escape the base and bring backup; she was good at what she did, but she knew her limits. Trying to single-handedly take down a heavily-equipped army with unknown capabilities was pushing those limits, and doing so in their own base with minimal possibility of extraction was out of the question! In her haste to flee, though, she had tripped a motion sensor in a secure hallway. All at once, blast doors had come down over all the exits and turrets had extended from the corners of the ceiling, opening fire on her faster than even her incredible reflexes could allow her to dodge.
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“Drone number 614, commence testing session 57.”
The dull voice in Natasha Romanoff’s ears snapped her out of her stupor. Just like the other times she’d been awoken from her trance, her first reaction was to tear at the rubber enclosing her body as she tried to figure out why she was lying on the floor, unable to see, hear, speak, or move. And just like those other times, she soon slumped in defeat as her memories of what had happened slowly came back to her.
In hindsight, it had been a terrible decision on her part. An informant she knew from her old SHIELD days had passed along some leads about a major white slavery ring. They had only just begun operating within the last year, but they were already suspected in the disappearance of hundreds of women around the world. According to the information she’d gotten, a shell company connected to the slavers had recently constructed a remote compound in the French countryside, using it to store many of their recent captures as well as other illicit goods.
She knew she should have taken the info to Steve and the others, but she’d gotten cocky. Doing recon on a stronghold full of slavers was hardly a challenge for the legendary Black Widow, after all, and there was no need to drag the likes of Captain America or the Scarlet Witch along on a mission she could do in her sleep!
Upon infiltrating the base, however, she’d quickly learned the secret behind this new group’s rise to power. Somehow, they’d gotten their hands on alien technology and reverse-engineered it to use in their schemes. The true purpose of the new compound was not to store slaves, but to develop new devices to help them better enslave and condition their merchandise - and the women held within were being used as guinea pigs to test their depraved creations!
With this new information, Natasha had tried to escape the base and bring backup; she was good at what she did, but she knew her limits. Trying to single-handedly take down a heavily-equipped army with unknown capabilities was pushing those limits, and doing so in their own base with minimal possibility of extraction was out of the question! In her haste to flee, though, she had tripped a motion sensor in a secure hallway. All at once, blast doors had come down over all the exits and turrets had extended from the corners of the ceiling, opening fire on her faster than even her incredible reflexes could allow her to dodge.
Monday, November 5, 2018
Caption: Jupiter's Galactic Empire
Another caption I made earlier, since I was still in the mood for Poke-girls after the first one. Looks like the climax of Gen IV went a wee bit differently this time around...
Art by bebob4999
Caption: Bambietta Trains Whitney
No new fic this week, but I do have something different to share: I've been experimenting with captioning pictures! Might do more in the future, depending on who I can get permission from...
Lineart by Humite-Ubie
Coloring by VoGoshinki
Monday, October 29, 2018
[Bleach] Nemu and Masaru
DISCLAIMER: The following story contains BDSM and related sexual content. All characters are 18+ at the time of the story, and belong to their respective copyright holders.
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Generally speaking, Masaru Tagawa was a completely unremarkable Soul Reaper. An average-sized young man with messy black hair and green eyes, he’d graduated roughly in the middle of his class from the academy and accepted a position in the Twelfth Division, under the mistaken impression it would be safer than actively hunting down Hollows. It only took him one meeting with the Captain of said division for him to realize his error, but by then it was too late to transfer out.
Luckily, being average was an invaluable trait for survival in the Twelfth Division - good enough to avoid being used as cannon fodder or a guinea pig, but not quite good enough to attract Mayuri’s attention and wind up strapped to an operating table. Thanks to his own mediocrity, Masaru was able to survive the perils of his position relatively unscathed, save a few unpleasant scars he’d gotten from standing too close to a failed experiment.
Of course, if Mayuri ever found out about the “experiment” he’d been helping with for the past few months, a painful death would be the best option Masaru could hope for.
“All finished!” Masaru declared, then visibly winced. Hurriedly, he stuck his head back out through the hospital curtain and looked around, hoping no one had heard him. Once he was sure no one was coming, he turned his attention back to the hospital bed and its occupant.
“Please, try to restrain yourself,” Nemu Kurotsuchi scolded softly. “I shouldn’t have to remind you how Master Mayuri will react if we’re discovered.”
“Sorry, got a little carried away,” Masaru said with a blush. “Besides, I thought the one I was supposed to be restraining here was you, not me!”
“Your attempt at humor has been noted,” Nemu said dryly.
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Generally speaking, Masaru Tagawa was a completely unremarkable Soul Reaper. An average-sized young man with messy black hair and green eyes, he’d graduated roughly in the middle of his class from the academy and accepted a position in the Twelfth Division, under the mistaken impression it would be safer than actively hunting down Hollows. It only took him one meeting with the Captain of said division for him to realize his error, but by then it was too late to transfer out.
Luckily, being average was an invaluable trait for survival in the Twelfth Division - good enough to avoid being used as cannon fodder or a guinea pig, but not quite good enough to attract Mayuri’s attention and wind up strapped to an operating table. Thanks to his own mediocrity, Masaru was able to survive the perils of his position relatively unscathed, save a few unpleasant scars he’d gotten from standing too close to a failed experiment.
Of course, if Mayuri ever found out about the “experiment” he’d been helping with for the past few months, a painful death would be the best option Masaru could hope for.
“All finished!” Masaru declared, then visibly winced. Hurriedly, he stuck his head back out through the hospital curtain and looked around, hoping no one had heard him. Once he was sure no one was coming, he turned his attention back to the hospital bed and its occupant.
“Please, try to restrain yourself,” Nemu Kurotsuchi scolded softly. “I shouldn’t have to remind you how Master Mayuri will react if we’re discovered.”
“Sorry, got a little carried away,” Masaru said with a blush. “Besides, I thought the one I was supposed to be restraining here was you, not me!”
“Your attempt at humor has been noted,” Nemu said dryly.
Monday, October 22, 2018
[Teen Titans] Raven's Binding Contract
DISCLAIMER: The following story contains BDSM, noncon, and related sexual content. All characters are 18+ at the time of the story, and belong to their respective copyright holders.
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To say Raven had never been happy about her parentage would be a massive understatement. Ever since she was a child, she had struggled against the corrupting influence of her demonic father Trigon, who sought to use her as a tool in his conquest of Earth. For years she had been forced to suppress her emotions, as even the slightest moment of anger could lead to her demonic instincts taking control. When she finally faced her father in battle and obliterated him with her true power, she thought her problems with her demonic heritage were over and done with.
But now, it seemed her status as a half-demon had gotten her into one final fix.
“How long has it been by now?” the cloaked man asked, circling the helpless superheroine. “Almost nine hours straight? Truly, your resistance is impressive, if futile in the long run.”
“FHHK YHH!”
Raven didn’t know the name or face of the man who had captured her, only that he was an ameteur magician and had apparently been planning this for a long time. The trap he’d set was too well executed to be a spur-of-the-moment thing: a mugging in a dark alley, timed perfectly so she’d stumble across it on patrol, but in a remote enough part of Jump City that the other Titans couldn’t reach her in time if she managed to call for help. She’d swooped down from the rooftops to stop the mugger, only to crash headfirst into an array of magical wards that silenced her communicator, disrupted her concentration, and sapped her strength.
It hadn’t been anywhere near enough to defeat her, of course. Raven was one of the most powerful magic users in the world, and even weakened and off-balance, her opponent couldn’t hope to match her. One cry of “Azarath Metrion Zinthos!” later, the mugger was sailing out of the alley with dark energy crackling off his cloak.
At which point the female jogger he’d been harassing rammed a taser into her stomach. Raven had just enough time to curse herself for not checking for illusion spells before blacking out.
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To say Raven had never been happy about her parentage would be a massive understatement. Ever since she was a child, she had struggled against the corrupting influence of her demonic father Trigon, who sought to use her as a tool in his conquest of Earth. For years she had been forced to suppress her emotions, as even the slightest moment of anger could lead to her demonic instincts taking control. When she finally faced her father in battle and obliterated him with her true power, she thought her problems with her demonic heritage were over and done with.
But now, it seemed her status as a half-demon had gotten her into one final fix.
“How long has it been by now?” the cloaked man asked, circling the helpless superheroine. “Almost nine hours straight? Truly, your resistance is impressive, if futile in the long run.”
“FHHK YHH!”
Raven didn’t know the name or face of the man who had captured her, only that he was an ameteur magician and had apparently been planning this for a long time. The trap he’d set was too well executed to be a spur-of-the-moment thing: a mugging in a dark alley, timed perfectly so she’d stumble across it on patrol, but in a remote enough part of Jump City that the other Titans couldn’t reach her in time if she managed to call for help. She’d swooped down from the rooftops to stop the mugger, only to crash headfirst into an array of magical wards that silenced her communicator, disrupted her concentration, and sapped her strength.
It hadn’t been anywhere near enough to defeat her, of course. Raven was one of the most powerful magic users in the world, and even weakened and off-balance, her opponent couldn’t hope to match her. One cry of “Azarath Metrion Zinthos!” later, the mugger was sailing out of the alley with dark energy crackling off his cloak.
At which point the female jogger he’d been harassing rammed a taser into her stomach. Raven had just enough time to curse herself for not checking for illusion spells before blacking out.
Monday, October 1, 2018
[Naruto] The Apprentice Becomes The Mistress
Disclaimer: The following story contains BDSM, futanari, yuri, mind control, noncon, and related sexual content. All characters are 18+ at the time of the story.
Author's Note from the Future: Another reposted DA commission, this one from ssvidel3, who I did a lot of futa!Sakura fics for back in the day. I've got mixed feelings about this one looking back. I still like the overall humiliation and dehumanization theme, but there's a lot I'd revise about the Tsunade section, particularly the stupid nickname I picked.
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Tsunade was bored.
No, bored was an understatement. Tsunade was nearly comatose. She’d been working on paperwork for the last eight hours straight, and she still hadn’t even made a dent in the pile of forms on her desk. The only thing keeping her from going rogue to escape the onslaught of boredom was her knowledge that if she tried it, Naruto would drag her back to the village within a week.
“It’s official, I need a vacation.”
Unfortunately, saying she needed a vacation was much, much easier than getting one. Being the Hokage was a full-time job, and leaving the village without providing an adequate justification or filling out the necessary paperwork several weeks in advance could be considered desertion. However, that wasn’t the reason getting a vacation would be difficult, as Konoha’s history of punishing deserters was spotty, to say the least.
No, the real problem was her own assistant, Shizune. Though Tsunade had done an excellent job of teaching her to be an excellent medic-nin, she’d never managed to instill in her an understanding of the importance of slacking - I mean, relaxation. As a result, any time she wanted to take a break and go to, say, a poker tournament going on in a nearby town, she had to find a way to leave town without being detected by a highly-skilled ninja who knew exactly how she thought and how she fought. Even when she succeeded, it usually took far more work than just filling out the paperwork for a vacation.
If Tsunade was going to get to that poker tournament this weekend, she would need someone to act as a distraction. Someone who knew Shizune just as well as Shizune knew Tsunade, someone skilled enough to keep her occupied or incapacitated for a few days, someone who-
Author's Note from the Future: Another reposted DA commission, this one from ssvidel3, who I did a lot of futa!Sakura fics for back in the day. I've got mixed feelings about this one looking back. I still like the overall humiliation and dehumanization theme, but there's a lot I'd revise about the Tsunade section, particularly the stupid nickname I picked.
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Tsunade was bored.
No, bored was an understatement. Tsunade was nearly comatose. She’d been working on paperwork for the last eight hours straight, and she still hadn’t even made a dent in the pile of forms on her desk. The only thing keeping her from going rogue to escape the onslaught of boredom was her knowledge that if she tried it, Naruto would drag her back to the village within a week.
“It’s official, I need a vacation.”
Unfortunately, saying she needed a vacation was much, much easier than getting one. Being the Hokage was a full-time job, and leaving the village without providing an adequate justification or filling out the necessary paperwork several weeks in advance could be considered desertion. However, that wasn’t the reason getting a vacation would be difficult, as Konoha’s history of punishing deserters was spotty, to say the least.
No, the real problem was her own assistant, Shizune. Though Tsunade had done an excellent job of teaching her to be an excellent medic-nin, she’d never managed to instill in her an understanding of the importance of slacking - I mean, relaxation. As a result, any time she wanted to take a break and go to, say, a poker tournament going on in a nearby town, she had to find a way to leave town without being detected by a highly-skilled ninja who knew exactly how she thought and how she fought. Even when she succeeded, it usually took far more work than just filling out the paperwork for a vacation.
If Tsunade was going to get to that poker tournament this weekend, she would need someone to act as a distraction. Someone who knew Shizune just as well as Shizune knew Tsunade, someone skilled enough to keep her occupied or incapacitated for a few days, someone who-
Monday, September 24, 2018
[Pokemon] Ketchum Caught: Sabrina
Disclaimer: The following story contains BDSM, noncon, femdom, sissification, mind control, and related sexual content. All characters are 18+ at the time of the story.
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“My drink, Ashley!”
“Like, coming, Mistress!”
Any red-blooded heterosexual male would have killed to see what was unfolding at this moment in the Gym Leader’s quarters under the Saffron City Gym. Sabrina, the beautiful Psychic-type Gym Leader who had long been a subject of sexual fantasies for countless Kanto residents, was reclining in an easy chair while wearing nothing but a black bra and panties.
Within moments of her call, a voluptuous blonde strutted into the room wearing a frilly purple-and-white French maid uniform, albeit one with the fabric that would normally cover the wearer’s chest cut from the costume. This was not done for the sole purpose of titillation, though - it also allowed for a pair of chains to be run between the crocodile clamps on the maid’s nipples and the far edge of a drink tray built into the uniform. It also helped the maid to keep the glass of iced tea on the tray balanced by wedging it between her sizeable breasts.
However, while the hypothetical heterosexual male mentioned above may have enjoyed the scene at first, they would likely experience a rapid change in opinion upon being informed that the maid wasn’t actually a woman.
“Thank you, Ashley,” Sabrina said, the slightest hint of an evil smirk present on her lips. She took the glass from the tray, slid the straw between her glossy lips, and took a long, sensuous sip that caused “Ashley” to involuntarily grind his inner thighs together. “Your service has certainly been improving lately. Perhaps your training is finally beginning to take hold?”
“Like, thank you sooooooo much, Mistress!” the maid gushed.
Despite his outward enthusiasm, Ashley - better known as Ash Ketchum - wanted nothing more than to hit his “mistress” over the head with the serving tray and make a run for the exit. The only thing keeping him from doing so was the firsthand knowledge of just how futile that escape attempt would be.
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“My drink, Ashley!”
“Like, coming, Mistress!”
Any red-blooded heterosexual male would have killed to see what was unfolding at this moment in the Gym Leader’s quarters under the Saffron City Gym. Sabrina, the beautiful Psychic-type Gym Leader who had long been a subject of sexual fantasies for countless Kanto residents, was reclining in an easy chair while wearing nothing but a black bra and panties.
Within moments of her call, a voluptuous blonde strutted into the room wearing a frilly purple-and-white French maid uniform, albeit one with the fabric that would normally cover the wearer’s chest cut from the costume. This was not done for the sole purpose of titillation, though - it also allowed for a pair of chains to be run between the crocodile clamps on the maid’s nipples and the far edge of a drink tray built into the uniform. It also helped the maid to keep the glass of iced tea on the tray balanced by wedging it between her sizeable breasts.
However, while the hypothetical heterosexual male mentioned above may have enjoyed the scene at first, they would likely experience a rapid change in opinion upon being informed that the maid wasn’t actually a woman.
“Thank you, Ashley,” Sabrina said, the slightest hint of an evil smirk present on her lips. She took the glass from the tray, slid the straw between her glossy lips, and took a long, sensuous sip that caused “Ashley” to involuntarily grind his inner thighs together. “Your service has certainly been improving lately. Perhaps your training is finally beginning to take hold?”
“Like, thank you sooooooo much, Mistress!” the maid gushed.
Despite his outward enthusiasm, Ashley - better known as Ash Ketchum - wanted nothing more than to hit his “mistress” over the head with the serving tray and make a run for the exit. The only thing keeping him from doing so was the firsthand knowledge of just how futile that escape attempt would be.
Monday, September 17, 2018
[Marvel's Spider-Man] Silver Sable Sniped
DISCLAIMER: The following story contains BDSM, noncon, and related sexual content. All characters are 18+ at the time of the story, and belong to their respective copyright holders.
Also, beware SPOILERS for the PS4 Spider-Man game!
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As Silver Sablinova - better known as Silver Sable, leader of one of the world’s foremost paramilitary corporations - watched the redheaded intruder disappear into the distance clinging to her savior, she couldn’t help but feel this had been a rough week for Sable International.
It had started out as a fairly standard job: protect the client, eradicate the targets. Granted, in this case the targets were a sect of mind-controlled terrorists led by a living photo negative and there was a costumed vigilante who insisted on getting in her way instead of leaving the job to the professionals, but Sable International had dealt with superhumans before. She’d had some modifications made to her soldiers’ gear to better defend against the vigilante’s webs, but other than that it was business as usual.
And then everything went wrong. First this “Spider-Man” had caught their target on his own mere days after they were hired, with only the amount of collateral damage he caused doing so keeping her organization from looking completely incompetent. Then, before they could collect their paycheck and ship out, a balding scientist with robot arms had carried out a mass jailbreak and unleashed a highly-contagious bioweapon in Times Square, forcing the client to extend their contract and declare martial law. Which meant they were stuck dealing with not only an army of escaped convicts and superpowered psychopaths, but also Spider-Man, who was disrupting her operations all over the city for some ungodly reason. Didn’t he realize Sable International was the only thing keeping New York City from descending into complete anarchy?
“No,” she thought, “he’s probably one of those - what was the American expression again? Ah, yes, ‘bleeding-heart liberals’ screaming about oppression on social media. The type like that reporter, who would see us all dead rather than suffer a little inconvenience.”
Which brought her to her latest annoyance. Somehow, a reporter named Mary-Jane Watson, known for her outspoken criticism of Mayor Osborn and Sable International, had snuck past an entire unit of her supposedly highly-trained mercenaries - knocking several of them out with a stolen stun gun - broken into her client’s hidden laboratory, and escaped off the balcony with god-knows-how-much confidential Oscorp information. Explaining exactly how this had happened to Osborn would not be a pleasant conversation, especially once she brought up Spider-Man’s involvement.
Also, beware SPOILERS for the PS4 Spider-Man game!
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As Silver Sablinova - better known as Silver Sable, leader of one of the world’s foremost paramilitary corporations - watched the redheaded intruder disappear into the distance clinging to her savior, she couldn’t help but feel this had been a rough week for Sable International.
It had started out as a fairly standard job: protect the client, eradicate the targets. Granted, in this case the targets were a sect of mind-controlled terrorists led by a living photo negative and there was a costumed vigilante who insisted on getting in her way instead of leaving the job to the professionals, but Sable International had dealt with superhumans before. She’d had some modifications made to her soldiers’ gear to better defend against the vigilante’s webs, but other than that it was business as usual.
And then everything went wrong. First this “Spider-Man” had caught their target on his own mere days after they were hired, with only the amount of collateral damage he caused doing so keeping her organization from looking completely incompetent. Then, before they could collect their paycheck and ship out, a balding scientist with robot arms had carried out a mass jailbreak and unleashed a highly-contagious bioweapon in Times Square, forcing the client to extend their contract and declare martial law. Which meant they were stuck dealing with not only an army of escaped convicts and superpowered psychopaths, but also Spider-Man, who was disrupting her operations all over the city for some ungodly reason. Didn’t he realize Sable International was the only thing keeping New York City from descending into complete anarchy?
“No,” she thought, “he’s probably one of those - what was the American expression again? Ah, yes, ‘bleeding-heart liberals’ screaming about oppression on social media. The type like that reporter, who would see us all dead rather than suffer a little inconvenience.”
Which brought her to her latest annoyance. Somehow, a reporter named Mary-Jane Watson, known for her outspoken criticism of Mayor Osborn and Sable International, had snuck past an entire unit of her supposedly highly-trained mercenaries - knocking several of them out with a stolen stun gun - broken into her client’s hidden laboratory, and escaped off the balcony with god-knows-how-much confidential Oscorp information. Explaining exactly how this had happened to Osborn would not be a pleasant conversation, especially once she brought up Spider-Man’s involvement.
Tuesday, September 11, 2018
[Naruto/Bleach/One Piece/Medaka Box] Four-Way Time Mashup
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Sunday, September 9, 2018
[Naruto] Double Kage Kidnapping
DISCLAIMER: The following story contains BDSM, noncon, yuri, and related sexual content. All characters are 18+ at the time of the story, and belong to their respective copyright holders.
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In hindsight, Samui thought as the closet door slammed shut, maybe she shouldn’t have volunteered to attend this meeting in the Raikage’s place.
During the past few months, the Akatsuki had struck hard and fast, capturing seven of the nine Tailed Beasts with minimal effort. Currently, only two Jinchuriki remained free of their grasp: Uzumaki Naruto of Konoha and Killer Bee of Kumo. Despite the attacks, none of the villages were willing to make the Akatsuki their main priority as of yet, fearing that their neighbors would strike at them while their attention was diverted.
As a result, Senju Tsunade had contacted her fellow Kages in the hopes of forming an alliance against the Akatsuki. Gaara and Onoki had immediately responded, the former to accept wholeheartedly, the latter to decline, claiming that the Akatsuki had yet to prove itself a threat that required multiple villages to deal with. Mei and Ay, on the other hand, wanted to meet with Tsunade and discuss the terms of the possible alliance. After much correspondence, the three Kages had agreed to meet in secret at an old office building in the Land of Hot Springs.
However, shortly before he was set to depart, Ay had unexpectedly come down with a severe case of food poisoning. His original plan had been to send Cee in his place, but Samui had persuaded him that a kunoichi would be the better option to meet with two female Kages.
Of course, her gender had nothing to do with Samui’s true reason for volunteering. Due to her massive breasts, she suffered from chronic back pain, and a long soak in the world’s most famous hot springs sounded like a great way to relieve that tension. She took the initiative in securing an abandoned hotel to serve as the meeting grounds, then “accidentally” arrived a day early, allowing her to spend some extra time relaxing before the meeting.
What she hadn’t counted on was someone ambushing her when she returned to her room. With her guard down from her day of pampering, she didn’t detect the presence of the intruder until a towel was pressed over her face and her nostrils were filled with the scent of chloroform.
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In hindsight, Samui thought as the closet door slammed shut, maybe she shouldn’t have volunteered to attend this meeting in the Raikage’s place.
During the past few months, the Akatsuki had struck hard and fast, capturing seven of the nine Tailed Beasts with minimal effort. Currently, only two Jinchuriki remained free of their grasp: Uzumaki Naruto of Konoha and Killer Bee of Kumo. Despite the attacks, none of the villages were willing to make the Akatsuki their main priority as of yet, fearing that their neighbors would strike at them while their attention was diverted.
As a result, Senju Tsunade had contacted her fellow Kages in the hopes of forming an alliance against the Akatsuki. Gaara and Onoki had immediately responded, the former to accept wholeheartedly, the latter to decline, claiming that the Akatsuki had yet to prove itself a threat that required multiple villages to deal with. Mei and Ay, on the other hand, wanted to meet with Tsunade and discuss the terms of the possible alliance. After much correspondence, the three Kages had agreed to meet in secret at an old office building in the Land of Hot Springs.
However, shortly before he was set to depart, Ay had unexpectedly come down with a severe case of food poisoning. His original plan had been to send Cee in his place, but Samui had persuaded him that a kunoichi would be the better option to meet with two female Kages.
Of course, her gender had nothing to do with Samui’s true reason for volunteering. Due to her massive breasts, she suffered from chronic back pain, and a long soak in the world’s most famous hot springs sounded like a great way to relieve that tension. She took the initiative in securing an abandoned hotel to serve as the meeting grounds, then “accidentally” arrived a day early, allowing her to spend some extra time relaxing before the meeting.
What she hadn’t counted on was someone ambushing her when she returned to her room. With her guard down from her day of pampering, she didn’t detect the presence of the intruder until a towel was pressed over her face and her nostrils were filled with the scent of chloroform.
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