fantasy

Pump Me

Pump Me
by @Inflate123 / inflate123@gmail.com

“Pump me,” she says. It is not a request.

I enter the room apprehensively, closing the door behind me with a soft click. Her dress — flawlessly polished, clinging to every curve — reflects what little light the darkness allows in its domain. She sits, then reclines on the bed, itself clad in sheets of material that match her outfit. She hikes her skirt hem up to her hips, not an invitation so much as an instruction: “Pump me.”

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Average: 4.9 (34 votes)

Infinite Dungeon Delve

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My paws remain steady in spite of my stress. One can never be too careful with Puffshroom Spores - one false move and you're a mess on the wall with no glory to speak off. The position and application needs to be perfect. I am finished not a moment too soon; my sharp ears pick up the sound of soft foot steps against the labyrinth floor. I find myself an alcove just before torchlight overtakes the darkness I had just been standing in.

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Average: 3.5 (6 votes)

Don't Mess with Grammy Parsnips

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"You may as well give up now." A soft, airy voice purrs at me. It belongs to Drexel Devilheart, chief among the Demon King's warriors - his handsome, pointed features on display as his lips curl into a cocky smirk. Drexel's infernal heritage is betrayed by his coloring, skin as blue as the sky, hair like shining silver, eyes like blood. His slender but muscled form adorned with little but leather pants that are said to be made from the cured hide of holy beasts and a series of chain-like tattoos that run along the length of his right arm.
 
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Average: 4.2 (9 votes)

Mammoth Thighs Begins: Page 2

Her thighs were not the only thing had changed, but her personality as well.

Mammoth Thighs Begins: Page 2
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Average: 2 (6 votes)

Mammoth Thighs Begins : Page 1

Maria's life went upside-down as her dancing (and playing Wii Fit) has turned her into a thigh-expanded giantess.

Mammoth Thighs Begins : Page 1
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Average: 2.8 (5 votes)

Mammoth Thighs Begins: Prologue

Maria Ticktockia was a fan of dancing, a proper ballerina who destined to be part of the upcoming Swan Lake play. but a mutation process is about to begin.

Mammoth Thighs Begins: Prologue
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Average: 2.4 (7 votes)

Alchemical Folly, An

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"You can't be serious."

"And why can't I be? I'm perfectly serious!"

"This isn't a game, Rosa, this is--"

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Average: 4.1 (11 votes)

Adventuring Hazard

In time immemorial there stood in the antediluvian land of Mnar a great city of men; the City of Sarnath. It was a true metropolis, bustling with merchants and fortune seekers from all reaches of the known world. The bandage-wrapped talisman peddlers of Noor, the diminutive lizard beings of Outer Foth, even the fabled moon-beings could all be found wandering the winding streets and bazaars of Great Sarnath, hawking and buying things ranging from fine bronze blades to black lotus to dyed bolts of silk.

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Average: 3.4 (5 votes)

Blueberry?

It had been an agonising wait for both of them, but now the time was at hand. They'd been eagerly following news of Michael Gibbs' latest creation, the three course meal gum as seen in the movie 'Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory' (There was also a book, but who gives two shits about books?) and now the confection had finally been released to the braying masses.

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Average: 3.6 (9 votes)

Rain Delivery

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The air was still and hot in Itaza village, among the handful of trees where the mountain ended and the desert began. The solstice was more than a month away, but for Itaza, summer was making an early start, the same as every year. The few, brief early spring showers were over, and the last of the snowmelt had already trickled through. 

 

The sun was high. It was time for everyone to rest somewhere out of the sun until the worst of the heat passed, but no one was resting today. The first rain delivery of the season was due any time, and the village wasn't prepared.

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Average: 3.8 (8 votes)
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