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.”
Monday, November 26, 2018
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
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