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Stealing Blueberries

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He had to do it, they had dared him too. They called him a chicken when he first refused, and no one calls him a chicken. James was at the back door of The Candy Shop. He was tricking the lock to open by using some skills a now ex-girlfriend had taught him. She was now missing, and her current boyfriend was kind of broken, but James didn't care, he'd moved on. He was now dating a girl named Tori, who was his dream girl, and she had joined in on the egging on of James to break into this place.

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Average: 1.5 (2 votes)

Big Gas

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"Okay, heisters, we've got a lead on the scientist.  She's working on a private island a mile off shore - guess those research grants can get you some cushy labs.  You're heading in by boat; once you're there, find the scientist and her little project and bring them back here in one piece.  I've got an idea for lifting them off the island."



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Average: 2.4 (7 votes)

Feast Fit for a Queen

“So what’s my special surprise?” Hotep asked excitedly. She had recently gained a ton of weight thanks to Shadow from meals and drinks he made. Her bottom bounced and jiggled with every step she took from how big it became and her belly and breasts were nearly the same. She didn't mind all this new weight at all, it made her special being pampered like that and like true royalty to Shadow. Her hair was now longer than before due to neglecting to cut it more often that still did nothing to hide her massive figure.

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Average: 5 (2 votes)

Lifting Spirits

A chilled breeze brushed along the pale-albino girl’s cheeks. Her short, tomboyish brown hair tussled in the winter winds. The hair on the back of her neck perked up. Fall leaves brushed along the side-walk with a gentle scrape, it followed in the wind of the afternoon while Maya pulled herself along. She wasn’t a big fan of these long, tedious walks that seemed to last a lifetime from her College to home where she still lived with her mother and father, which was a chore on its own – regardless of the actual ‘chores’ she was given.

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Average: 4.4 (7 votes)

Pokes and Pumps

Deep underground in a small tunnel, a red rubber woman paced impatiently in her confinement. Her name was Poke, a name she was never too proud of: it sounded too much like her specie’s name, the Pooka. She was your average young adult Pooka, red rubbery skin , a clean visor, an expert in all matters of pacing back and forth underground, and a tail-like stubby air nozzle squarely above her butt-cheeks. At a distance, one could mistake her for a human in an odd bodysuit. Poke was rather frustrated at the moment; she had to endure her ten hour shift in one of the watchtunnels today.

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Average: 3.8 (10 votes)

Trance Spellbook

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Mel had no idea what was going to happen to her when she bought the old spell book at the used book store down her street.

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Average: 4.1 (7 votes)

One-upmanship

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Melinda was a whirlwind of productivity in the lab that day, combining chemicals, running tests, minding the centrifuge, and engaging in all sorts of distillation and refinement.  Everything went smoothly and her work went undisturbed; it was one of those mornings where, for once, she felt that lying about having a Master's Degree wasn't a bad idea after all.

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Average: 4 (5 votes)

Problem with P-Ballons, The

The Problem with P-Balloons

By kairiinflator

 

The day was finally here. A few weeks ago, Nintendo posted about the 'Super Mario Bros Super Package'. A surprise filled crate, filled with Mario related merchandise. Me, being the ultimate Nintendo fangirl, purchased it immediately; regardless of the large price tag. Now I was hauling it into my basement with a mad gleam in my eye, and a box cutter in one hand.

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Average: 2.2 (5 votes)

Breakup Blues, The

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Chase was a 19 year old. He was strong, hot, and 6' 5". He had short chestnut brown hair, emerald green eyes, and tan skin. He always wore the same shorts of clothes: a bland colored tee, a plain cloth jacket, and a pair of light blue jeans. He was full of himself of course, and tried to never look bad. He had different girlfriends almost every month, and usually a junior or senior. They were mostly hot girls to make him look good. The one for today was Jessie. She was a hot senior girl. Large bumpers in front and back with flat in the middle.

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Average: 3 (4 votes)

To Be Her Gift

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Brooke hated having to get out bed this early in the morning. Unfortunately, it was the only way to make sure her plan was set in place without Laura, her fast asleep girlfriend, from noticing. After she took a moment to glare at the alarm clock in contempt, she got out of bed. Taking a moment to grab her notebook, she took a seat, and wrote a message with the pen that was next to it.

 

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Average: 4 (10 votes)
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