THE WIZARD OF HETALIA - part 2Part Two: Somewhere Over the RainbowTHE WIZARD OF HETALIA - part 25 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Finland blinked. "Um actually, I've never been to Kansas "
The pink-clad stranger tilted his head. "You know, neither have I..." He took a step closer to Finland. "So, are you, like, a good witch, or a bad witch?"
Finland looked from side to side. "Who, me?" When it was apparent that the sparkly character was talking about him, Finland replied, "Why, I'm not a witch at all." 'That's odd,' he thought. 'Why would he think that I'm a witch?'
"Well, like, is that the witch?" he pointed to Hanatamago with the tip of his wand.
"Oh, no. Hanatamago is my dog." Finland narrowed his eyes. "Um, you look strangely familiar Who are you?"
"I'm Feliks, the Good Witch of the North."
"Ah, sorry. I thought you were someone else." The Finn forced out a chuckle.
"Well, if you're totally not a witch, then who, like, dropped that house on Natalia, the Wicked Witch of the East?"
"Eh?" Finland turned around to look
TG Model"Turn around," ordered Macy, her fingers gently prodding the model in the side. He moved without protest, but stiffened all the same when she took his bottom in her hand. "A little bit more padding here," she muttered under her breath, squeezing it. It bulged in response, flowing to fill her hands before she released her. Her fingers slid across the body from there, gently working the hip bones from their resting point, and squeezing the waist in a little tighter. The breasts were already fine in size, but she gave them a soft squeeze anyway for firmness.TG Model5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Are you almost done yet?" whined Jin. "I'm starting to feel like a bunch of packed up meet, here "
"Chicken doesn't have such nice breasts," she pointed out, poking one to prove a point. The nipple pushed in under finger, the form caving in like butter before springing out again. For anyone else, it would present the perfect firmness. "And I wanna get it right. This is the first time you've let me go all the way."
Moontouched 3Moontouched 3Moontouched 31 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Donna stared at Arwen as she... he? As he nodded. “I thought you’d see through it.” Even his voice sounded different than Donna remembered.
“But how? I only changed a little bit, and left your face still the same. Now you look like you’ve always been a man.”
Arwen laughed, and at least that sound was still the same. “A big part of my work is teaching gender dysphorics how to pass as male or female. Did you not think I could apply it to myself, or that I had never, before? Your additions have just made it that much more convincing.”
Donna leaned against the wall to support herself, her perked tiger ears betraying her intense interest. “I have to say, I’m very impressed. You carry yourself just like a...” She stared at the woman sitting beside Arwen, then started to grin. “And you must be the other from the play-acting earlier.
Rebuilt, Part 3PART 3Rebuilt, Part 31 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Robert had always hated zero-gravity deployment in deep space. It was so tedious, the aimless floating, the inky blackness all around with no fixed point to orient oneself...
Wait a minute.
Robert slowly began to gain awareness, tried to put into order some of the thousand thoughts whizzing around. He wasn’t in the service anymore, was he?
The hospital. The procedure. That damn girl... The places and events slowly assembled themselves in his mind. The last thing he recalled was her putting him under and...I’m sleeping, he thought. Dreaming about my past.
Except, this wasn’t like any dream he had experienced before. His thoughts were far too lucid. Besides, he’d never had a dream about, well, nothing.
There was no light, no sound. Every attempt at movement resulted in frustration. He concentrated, tried to sense some part of his body touching something, his head on a pi
Secretary - TGThere was a button beneath Leonardo's desk. He'd noticed it a few minutes ago, for the first time, upon reaching under his desk. He'd found it by accident, chasing a dropped pen; it had fascinated him since, distracting him from his work every time he'd directed his eyes at the cluttered mass of papers amassed on the cherry wood. Everything did that, though; work was just too boring.Secretary - TG4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The button, though, was special; or Leonardo told himself it was. It was a button; a red button, placed beneath his desk without his foreknowledge, just primed for an accidental touch; it filled his imagination with possibilities, straight from his artwork. Perhaps it was a secret button; capable of turning men into women. Perhaps it shot a call to the police; or some secret agents, who had been tied to the last owner of his desk. Perhaps his desk had some amazing, legendary ex owner; despite the fact that he had bought it new.
His fingers clutched at his knee caps, resisting the urge to crawl forward and
RubyThe only sounds in the room were the quiet sobs of a girl and the ever-present hiss of the sand in the hourglass. Blearily, Dorothy glared down at the ruby slippers, which were now ironically the most beautiful she had ever seen them. They had taken well to the torchlight and were constantly shifting and shimmering under the flickering flame, the shade of red constantly changing in a manner that mesmerized her. It was only seeing them now that Dorothy remembered the saying about red being a color of power. Where did that idea come from? The Irish? Dorothy couldnt remember, but she was starting to think that red ought to be associated with bad power, the kind that wrecked peoples lives and turned everything upside-down.Ruby6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
It was everywhere if you looked hard enough, even in the stories shed learned as a child, almost as if she was supposed to have learned long ago to stay away from it. It was never the Red Fairy that was the good one, always the Lilac Fairy or the White
At The Stroke Of 8PMAt The Stroke Of 8PMAt The Stroke Of 8PM3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
By Jill Shaw
Bret Mitchell is a real ladies man. Whenever he sees an
attractive woman, he swoops in and starts hitting on her. It is
at this point that women fall at his feet. The women just find
him irresistible. Bret, of course, has everything to back this
up. He is 29, a junior executive at a big clothing company, he
lives in a loft, and most importantly, he is a sexy hunk of a
man. He, pretty much, has everything.
One day, Bret was really happy. He, for once, got to leave early
from work. Then he planned for tonight. Even though he would be
leaving at 4:30, which is just a 1/2-hour before he usually
leaves, it was still extra time to get ready and go to the clubs.
He said goodbye to some people before he left. Then he quickly
drove off for home, probably a little too quickly.
As he got close to home, he drove past a park where he saw a
bunch of weird looking people who dressed funny. What he didn't
notice was the old lady walking out in the street. He turned
Trust Machines - After The DanceTrust Machines - After The DanceTrust Machines - After The Dance1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Welcome to the last week of classes before Christmas,” crackled the principal’s voice over the intercom. The usual announcements echoed through the halls of South Hawkley High School, but what caught everyone’s attention was the last one. “Due to popular demand, Friday will be more casual than usual, even for the last day of school before a break. The student council has requested a ‘Come As You Aren’t’ day, where all students and staff may attend while transformed by the so-called ‘Venn Machines’. As long as you are capable of attending class and taking notes, anything that passes the local decency laws is acceptable.”
Danny stared at Sarah with a huge grin. “How on earth did you pull that off?”
“Well, it might have helped that I rescued the entire student’s council from spending the Winter Social as Allie’s bracelets. So
Molting TG ARDay 1Molting TG AR3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
They've given me the injections. So, for the next 24 hours, I wait to molt. Every 24 hours my body will shed its skin (more on that in a minute) and I come one step closer to who I'm supposed to be.
I will have to molt 8 times to get to the approximate age I want to be. They can't guarantee my exact age when this is done, but I'm aiming for ten. I want to be ten again, and this time I want to be a pretty girl.
Today I am 5'8", 165lbs and hating myself. I have to wear a hospital gown each day since I'm going to change every day.
I'm told that each day my body will push all its unwanted tissue and cells (skin, tissue, muscle, bone, cartilage, etc.) out through the skin. When I wake up each morning, I will feel like I'm in a rubber suit (or so I'm told) and the nursing staff will help me out of it. I am to understand that this is messy process. Then I get my next injection and live one day in a slightly changed body. Every da
Valentines - TGLindsey hesitated for a moment before thrusting the heart shaped box towards her boyfriend, waiting for him to get a grip before asking, "Do you love me?"Valentines - TG5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Riley blushed in response, his face flushing red as he stammered at her. "Wh-wha?"
"It's valentines day," she whispered, embarrassment battling with frustration at his stuttering. "And I wanna know if you love me. Before you take the box."
He blushed again, but nodded, relief flooding through her even with his confused expression. "What's all this about?" he asked.
"Nothing," she muttered, her fingers trailing against the cardboard surface. She gripped the trail of the ribbon as she went, slipping the cover off as the chocolates inside began to melt. "I've just been giving things a lot of thought, is all about the two of us "
"Are you breaking up with me?" he demanded, glancing at the melting chocolates in his hands. "Are these break up chocolates? That melt?" He glanced between them and her, panic displa
A Different Kind of Magic TrickA Different Kind of Magic TrickA Different Kind of Magic Trick3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Mandrake the Magnificent was in a real bind. His monthly magic show was
in a week and his normal assistant was going to be unable to perform
due to a broken leg. How would he be able to find and train a new
assistant in less than a week? Mandrake could not just cancel, as
advance ticket sales for the show were through the roof at the club he
was to perform at. After pacing back and forth through his house for
the better part of an hour, he decided to step outside and relax on his
porch for a few. As he sat down on the bench, he heard a voice from the
lawn next door that would put the gears of his mind in motion.
"How is everything Mr. Wilson?" asked Andrew Thomas, the 16 year old
son of his neighbor's.
Mandrake responded, "Things could be better Andrew. My assistant has
come down with a broken leg and I need an assistant for a performance
"That is certainly a bummer. Well, I hope you find an assistant in
time. If I were a girl, I would be
Secretly Sexy - TGBarry waved as Charlotte left, the short movements of his hand the only betrayal of his annoyance until she was out of sight, and it was safe to close the door. He did so with a groan, sliding down against the rough grain of the wood before glancing at his watch and cursing, before biting his lip against the oncoming pain and pulling off his pants.Secretly Sexy - TG5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He could practically feel the energy thrumming through his body as he pulled off his underwear and shirt, a secondary pulse as his body eagerly sucked up the magic he had trained it to accept. He bit down harder as he felt his thigh thickening beneath his fingers, holding on until the last dregs of magic were in his system and the pain began to fade.
His grip loosened as he sighed, a trickle of blood falling against his thinning chin as his lips gently plushed outward. He shifted with an air of practice, making room to arch his back in pleasure as his skin boiled outward, breasts growing like bubbles from his flesh. He held the position, let
The Storehouse - Chapter 2 Marty and Vanessa first met at a party. She had bought an interesting-looking drink-mixing kit at a party supply shop, and she invited a few friends over to try it out. The kit included a fancy-looking shaker and some funny-looking syrups and things, and the whole thing came in a shiny cardboard box with little sparkles on it. The whole thing looked pretty cheesy, but Vanessa figured she could make a good time out of it.The Storehouse - Chapter 23 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Marty was a blogger. He had been writing little consumer watchdog articles for a while, until he found out about Opus Novelties, Inc., a company that had sold some seriously dodgy goods. They specialized in practical jokes and hobby kits, and each of their products had been associated with an unusual or inexplicable event. The company was out of business, but their products still occasionally turned up on store shelves and on the Internet. He made it his life's work to track down everything with the Opus brand and catalog their effec
You Are Who You EatYou Are Who You EatYou Are Who You Eat3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
(WARNING! MATURE CONTENT! Mention of nudity, sexual themes, and some profanity... Also, no humans or animals were harmed in the making of this story...)
"Honey, your stupid package has arrived!" Lisa calls from the front door. "... And you'd better hurry, cause I don't think I want it in my house anyways..."
"Coming dear, please don't hurt it!" John hurriedly races into the living room. Quickly grabbing the package off the floor he squeals like a schoolgirl. "The Experimental Human Foodinator 3000! The only one in the whole world and it's ours!"
"Lisa, you don't understand! This is the greatest coolest most fantasticist thing... EVER!"
"Come on, we have got to try it!" John places the slight larger than a microwave device on the table and activates it causing tiny light to blink across the surface.
The Origin of Emma DanielsAh, the bathroom floor. Not the best place one could find themselves on a Friday night, but for Emma Daniels, it was better than the alternative. To leave was death- Or close to it. At least it was clean, the thought to herself. She had made sure of it the night before.The Origin of Emma Daniels6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
She took her glasses off for a moment, brushing her brown hair out of the way in the process, intending to clean them- First against her hunter green polo- Then remembered the last time she tried using that as a cleaner. "Stupid rough fabrics." she muttered, instead grabbing a small square of toilet paper. Ah, yes. Another Friday at the Video Depot. The minute she stepped out of the bathroom, she would be mobbed by customers. "Do you have the All Hallows Eve Massacre Three"? They would ask. She would inform them it would not be out until January- Hell, it had just recently left theatres. Of course, this wouldn't be good enough for them- There was obviously one sitting behind the desk somewhere with their name on it.
The Feminine Touch - TGAlec fingered the shirt in front of him, biting his lip a little as the rough fabric slid between his fingers. It scratched against his palm a little, hard enough to make him shudder at the idea of wearing it.The Feminine Touch - TG5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I don't know why your dad bought you something like that," grinned Alice, sending shudders up and down his spine as she pressed her breasts against his back. Her hands slipped around him, seeming unconcerned by her close contact with him as she fingered the material. "It's so rough So tough. Sooo ."
"Butch?" he offered, eying the jagged sleeves with distaste. He wondered if they'd actually had someone rip them off, or just thrown it into a blender and sold the finished result. Considering the sand paper quality of the cloth, he wasn't sure he wanted to know.
He felt her nodding against him, breasts rubbing up and down her back as she moved. He wondered if she knew how crazy it was driving him, before realizing that she probably just didn't care. She was the one who ke
Shower - TGThe water poured against his body, sluicing across his form as he moaned. He breathed in the steam as it filled the room, his eyes closing as the soap gently caressed his form. He paused for a moment, the loofah dangling in his fingers as the steam entered his lungs. He basked in it, letting the tingles of cleanness spread throughout his body before continuing again.Shower - TG5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He didn't bother to open his eyes as his arm moved through the custom shower's steam. He knew the path to take, feeling the brush slide up and down against his body, momentarily pausing at the sensitivity of his chest, then continuing onward without a second thought. He groaned a little at the tingling, his fingers stretching downward quickly to swipe between his legs as he continued, moving it across his bottom as the water ran him clean. His shoulders rotated, a feeling of satisfaction running through him as the last specks of dust crumbled free to fall upon the slippery floor beneath.
His fingers closed on th
Long Overdue1. When a distinguished but elderly scientist states that something is possible, he is almost certainly right; when he states that something is impossible, he is probably wrong.Long Overdue3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
2. The only way of discovering the limits of the possible is to venture a little way past them into the impossible.
3. Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.
Arthur C Clarke, 'Profiles of the Future'.
"Ladies... nggggh... Ladies and... Gentleman..."
Sweat stood out on her forehead as she spoke. Bella looked pained, winces and twinges flickering across her impeccably made up countenance as she struggled to speak, the microphone catching every moan and laboured breath as she stumbled through her speech.
"Thank... thank you for coming..."
A murmur had arisen in the assembled crowd of reporters, disinterested onlookers to scientific achievement, they had waited for the section where Dr Bella Simmons would summarise what she had actually been working on in terms their target audi
Embryo Chapter 3Embryo Chapter 31 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
After a week of studying the nearby area and close to the alien ruins Jennifer and her team and the Space Marines went off towards the ruins in order to learn more about them, some of the team stayed behind on the ship though such as Ben. Rob was able to keep an eye on the two groups as they headed into the ruins thanks to the video cameras everyone had on their person which enabled them to send life video feeds back to the ship. "It looks like we're coming upon the alien ruins right now" Jennifer said as she led the way.
"Miss Jennifer I suggest you and the team stop right now" Rob said as he detected some trimmers. "Why Rob?" Jennifer asked. "Jennifer it looks like there's some seismic activity in your area, stay on alert" Ben said as he watched the monitors.
"Jennifer, Ben's right the scanners are detecting a lot of........wait" Jenna Asha was looking at a portable scanner and was detecting both seismic activity and possible life form movement the same was th
SAGA OF THE DAEMONI, Ch. 5THE SAGA OF THE DAEMONISAGA OF THE DAEMONI, Ch. 59 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
By Dorian J. Mortecai and Emily D. Menchizer
The Fifth Chapter:
A Deadly New Race
She had been walking for several days. She didn't know how many exactly, but she knew it was long and tiring. The Drev girl of thirteen winters looked only about eight, as Drev didn't age the same as Perfects. She'd stopped to rest, out in the woods, a campfire sizzling gently in the night air. She'd fled from the Perfect's city, Stenaris. She had been a slave, and it had not been an easy task, escaping from the city; there was a curfew for Drev, they had to be indoors two hours after nightfall every day. None of the still-captive Drev bothered to resist the law.
But the Drev Girl, or Ellatara as she was called (she hadn't heard her name in the last six of her thirteen winters, as her family had been slaughtered in a mass Drev-killing in order to reduce the growing population of the half-dragons), had dared to go against common authority; she had to. Her life depended on such.
False Mother“Thank you for agreeing to this job on such a short notice, Avery.” Mr. Pollock lets me into the house.False Mother4 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Hey, it’s no problem. I’m doing my job, aren’t I?” I ask Mr. Pollock. “And hey, it’s not your fault that your niece was hospitalized by a drunk driver, Mr. Pollock.”
“Please, Avery, call me Jim. For the millionth time, you don’t have to be so formal.” Mr. Pollock says in a nervous stutter, stroking his brown beard. “Linda, Avery’s here.” He calls up the stairs. He turns back to me, “Third door on the right.” He reaches in his pocket, pulling out a checkbook. “How does two-hundred sound?”
“Oh, Mr. Poll- err… Jim, Linda babysat me practically for the entire time from when I was born until I was ten since my parents basically lived at work. I’ll take far less as a way to pay Linda back.” I try to persuade Mr. Pollock. He was quite a few years L
BIRTHING CHAMBERS Ep. 2I had lived in my cavernous new home for almost two days now. I found some communications equipment that might be used to contact the outside world, but the entire rig was butchered beyond all recognition.BIRTHING CHAMBERS Ep. 29 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
I looked like it was done deliberately, as if the leader of this operation had a Cortez complex; he made sure they stayed there until the job was done, just like Cortez burning his ships after landing in the New World.
I was disappointed, but I couldn't complain much. I was alive, I was safe... for the moment.
I knew that inside me grew an embryo of the S'Tencha. If this unearthly pregnancy were to carry out as expected, I would've already been in labor, giving horrific birth to the creature within me.
But it didn't progress normally.
I could feel the movements of the larva inside me, but it hadn't grown much at all; a mere half inch of my belly stood from the waistline.
I had suspicions, but I couldn't confirm them until I found the right equipment.
I searched through the Complex fo
H Y B R I DI'm hurting.H Y B R I D9 years ago in Horror More Like This
I don't know what happened, but I think I remember being raped...
Not raped, something else...
I'm still groggy, and my vision is blurred as I pull my eyes slowly open. I register that I'm still in my room, on my bunk.
I live in a sorority house, with my roommates Katie and Alecia. They are my best friends.
I look around some more, trying to get my bearings, trying to remember all that happened...
A pain that courses throughout my entire body makes me not want to try...
But I have to.
I think back...
It was yesterday night. I was walking back from a class, decided to take the shortcut that I know through an alleyway. It was dark, it was late, and it was cold. And I was very tired. I was walking through, heard something off to my right...I looked, but didn't see anything... It was dark, couldn't see much, could've been something there, but I couldn't see it. I kept walking, but scared, alert. I could almost feel someone - or something - watching m
The Fruity Situation: Day ThreeI gently open my eyes, finding something round sitting on top of me.The Fruity Situation: Day Three2 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Oh… right…” I drop my head back down onto the pillow, before I immediately shoot back up.
Since it was horribly muggy last night, I only slept in a thin nightie and under a thin sheet.
I rip the sheet off of me, finding my nightie struggling to cover my belly, already starting to ride up. I lightly touch my belly, finding it to be very real.
Holding in a scream, I start to shake Kori’s shoulder.
“Kori! Kori, wake up!” I whisper.
“Mmm? What is it?” She slowly stirs awake.
“Look!” I whisper, pointing at my belly.
She looks at my belly, before something clicks inside her head waking her up. “My God… we didn’t really grow that much, did we?!” She asks me.
I lift what little of the nightie rests on my belly up, finding my belly button poked out.
“Oh my God…” Kori whispers, putting a hand on my belly.
I start to rub