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Filling a Pastry

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“Hey, Pastry! Where are you!?" A man clad in a metallic hockey mask with a strap over one eye and robe made from white wolf furs along with black hair messily shaved on one side wandered the kitchen where it was a mess of baking ingredients. Sugar, cream filling, flour, and other such ingredients littered the tables and floor.

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Average: 3.3 (6 votes)

Chris's Stuffing, A Candy Shop Story

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Grace was furious. She was fuming. Any person walked down the street could see the black storm clouds coming their way. Grace was thundering down the street towards the Candu Shop. Her boyfriend Chris, always had a sweet spot for chocolate.

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Average: 4.2 (6 votes)

Adrianna's Blowing Up, A Candy Shop Story

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Adrianna and Brandon were a couple. Adrianna was a cute 17 year old town girl. She was always on the good side of everyone and never got into trouble. She had brown hair, blue eyes, a small waist line, a nice sized butt, and medium sized boobs. Adrianna never flaunted herself like most girls, so she wore things like sweatshirts and jeans to school. However, when she was alone with Brandon, she wore less things.

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Average: 2.7 (9 votes)

Sorceress Has Left the Party

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"You'd betray us, doom us all!" Knight Commander Joan's grey eyes narrowed with anger. Before I can respond, she flips the table we are sitting at. Her half drunk stein of the local brew is a hapless casualty and I only barely roll out of the way, picking myself up with a gaggle of curiously calm tavern patrons at my back.

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Average: 3.7 (11 votes)

Control 8: Over The 'Net

Control 8: Over the Net

“Hello, this is Doctor Wilkes,” Michael answered the phone call that had been transferred into his clinic office.

Well, hello there, Doctor,” a familiar voice said seductively. “This is your lonely wife calling. She wants to know if you are going to be finished for the day any time soon.”

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Average: 3.9 (7 votes)

Querie, The

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Allison started breathing heavily, the pressure sat still within her. Feeling the dense energy that was shifting inside. She held her face in her hands as she sat straight at her bureau. She leaned back trying to take the attention away from the increasing sensation, she rubbed her stomach, sneaking the palm of her right hand under her tight gray hoodie. Eyes closed she just stared at the ceiling wondering out loud. "God, what's wrong with me. I didn't even eat that much."

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Average: 4.1 (9 votes)

Control 7: Neighbors

Control 7: Neighbors

“Sounds like our neighbors are out for a swim,” Gretchen Lipshitz said, accepting a glass of iced tea from her husband. She took a quick sip of the drink and stretched, enjoying the lazy weekend sun from under her tinted glasses and wide-brimmed sunhat.

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Average: 3.6 (5 votes)

A Night of Spectacles: Danger and Opportunity

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It would have brought Prince Thorne great delight to have apprehended Shannah Darkmoon, but the risk was too great. The Pegasus Guard had successfully rescued Lady Belinda from her flight, but her predicament wasn’t nearly as perilous. Shannah was enormous, her body so filled with the energy of the Voluptaas sand that she was glowing. Both the Prince and Baron Hughes were convinced that she would burst; they didn’t want the Guardsmen anywhere near her when she did.

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Average: 4.1 (9 votes)

Kink Prison

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The engines on the transport rumbled as it neared the landing pad, thrusters rotating as it slowed its forward movement and settled down roughly on the metal platform.  A cadre of armed guards approached as the ramp dropped, revealing a motley crew of prisoners.  The youngest among them was Tanya, a girl barely out of her teens with short black hair with blue forelocks, wearing the orange jumpsuit she was given after her arrest mere days prior.  She fancied herself an artist, but the police of were the belief that her works were fomenting sedition against the planetary govern

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Average: 4.2 (17 votes)

Autonomous Sensory Inflationary Response

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The email couldn't have come at a better time. The client had moved their deadline up, so the firm was making Lily and her team working later to get their new logo out. Two sixty-hour weeks were starting to show in her face, her eyes sunken and slightly darker, as well as her blonde hair, which had lost its healthy sheen and showed signs of frizz. Though she loved her job, it was the routine crunch before the end of their projects that was its most tiresome aspect. Her usual habits of listening to ASMR videos at her desk were progressively becoming less effective as well.

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Average: 4.2 (18 votes)
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