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The Narcissistic Cookie [CROB, GTS, Feet, Worship] by gooberg, literature
Literature
The Narcissistic Cookie [CROB, GTS, Feet, Worship]
The Earthbread life took some getting used to, but thankfully you had a lot of friendly cookies to help you on the way. They even providing free housing and remedies (to the extant that any of their magic actually worked on you). It was honestly a pretty nice life, save for the fact that literally everything you're eating is nutritionless carbohydrates so you will eventually die of type 2 diabeetus.
What was more irritating than anything was the lack of any good ol' fashion junk food. Really, they had onion cookies and olive cookies, but not a single dorito, chip, or fry? God you needed some real sodium in your diet.
Listening to the rumbling of your stomach, you let whim decide where to take you. And by whim you mean the closest diner within walking distance of you.
It was a local joint, obviously understaffed, judging by the fact that there was only one cookie at the register, and they only came out after you rang the candy bark buzzer for 30 seconds straight.
"Uhh. What do
Lamia Pathsways Intro (branching timeline) by Darmenzi, literature
Literature
Lamia Pathsways Intro (branching timeline)
Branches. They split apart. A branch will grow as one and then, as the word suggests, branch out into more. This is a helpful and wrong way of looking at timelines. As you go down a timeline, many decisions are made. Many events happen. And for each one the timeline splits. Sometimes it may split with no clear impetus for why. But branches are an inaccurate metaphor because timelines split far more rapidly than actual branches. Many paths seem identical to others, while some change drastically.Exploring these paths can be dangerous. As dangerous as exploring the different paths of a deep jungle. Hey, you know what else has branches? Trees....
Squeezed into Surrender by vanillakinkster, literature
Literature
Squeezed into Surrender
Squeezed to Surrender “Yours.” you gasp, as her tail brings you to climax. Your thoughts are lost in the pleasure of her imprisoning embrace. “What was that?” she smiles coyly. “Yours.” you whimper. “Say it again. What are you?” “I'm yours.” you say automatically. “Yeeeessssss.” she sighs in ecstasy. “Miiiiiiiiine.” She lowers herself to recline against a tree, pulling you in close. Using her tail, she turns you so your back is to her, and she cradles your head against her breasts. Her coils retreat from your shoulders, exposing your chest to the still falling rain. She trails her fingers lightly up your biceps, over your shoulders...
