Baldur's Futa: Attack at Camp

Hey guys! Posted this on Reddit (I have a couple more stories there) and thought to share this here, as I've been really into Baldur's Gate. Unfortunately the hottest people are the girls and so... I decided to give them balls! (No cuntbust stories yet, but... I've been considering it.)

 So, this is a story about Futa's (females with dicks and balls) getting busted.

Hope you guys enjoy! 

"Soldier, watch out!"

Karlach swung her barbarians axe at the goblin that got too close to Shadowheart, cutting the stubby, green creature in half with one swing.

Shadowheart quickly turned with her shield to see her big red savior cleaving the grimy creature in twain. Shadowheart's well braided hair swung with her head, her elven features scouring and then loosening as she realized what Karlach did for her. She lowered her shield and turned back to the oncoming action.

"I told you, you leave your left flank open, Soldier! You have to be more careful."

"Must I be careful, with such a strong, capable woman protecting me? You can always carry me away if things get dangerous." Shadowheart smirked, glancing behind her. Karlach lifted her axe with ease and wiped some blood off her ripped outfit, the heat of her infernal engine piping hot underneath. She stood with her legs wide, her tight outfit outlining her large, bountiful body from her ample bosom down to between her legs too. A healthy, strong pair of huge testicles hung and were outlined in her outfit with a meaty cock clearly resting beside.

Shadowheart often caught herself staring but knew better than to get lost in fantasy right now. Especially as she was only wearing her camp clothes, which were tight and revealing; even more so than Karlach's outfit. Shadowheart turned as she felt a straining in her groin. She looked down quickly, knowing full well that her cock was twitching at the beauty of Karlach. Her training at the cloister permeates her memory and she knows better than to show this weakness. She held her shield tight between her and the enemy, hiding her momentary awkwardness expertly.

"What a charmer. But you need to get out of this intact, so focus up buttercup. Goblins are one thing, but-"

"I am done wasting time with these two! This camp will not remain empty for much longer. You already failed your sneak attack, you imbeciles! The Absolute will suffer no more failures and neither shall I!"

"Y-yes Minthara."

"That's Nightwarden Minthara to you, wretch! Now attack!"

Minthara pushed the goblin ahead, the short scrappy creature yelped as it stumbled forward towards the two beautiful, dangerous and well equipped women.

"Ignis!" Shadowheart commanded, summoning a firebolt to strike the goblin. 

SuperSons - Part 2: Training and Lesson's Learned

Here is Part 2! Thank you again to my anonymous friend who wrote the first one. I wouldn't have written this without his inspiration and help!

Part 1: So Much for Superboy

 

Damian’s mind raced the entire night and considered how he could best help his young friend. Undoubtedly, this is a sensitive topic in more ways than one. After a kick and a punch, back to back yesterday, Jon was out of commission and needed to be taken care of and carried to his bed. Damian realized how easy it might be for a villain to do that to Jon, which is certainly a bad thing; Jon isn’t used to taking damage and if he can be defeated so easily and the bad guys learned that… it wouldn’t be good.

Damian thought and thought, and considered if he should really wait and talk about it with Jon tomorrow. One side of him knows that playing soft and nice is exactly the type of training that would lead Jon to getting taken advantage of; and since he knows now, that he isn't as "Super" as his dad, it's extra important to compensate for that. But at the same time, Damian knows that Jon's his friend and he shouldn't push him to do anything he's not comfortable with. Damian pondered for some time, but decided that he'll decide tomorrow after seeing how Jon is in the morning. After all, Damian knows what makes him such a prodigy is his flexibility and intellect. There's no reason to decide now, what could be wrong tomorrow.
 
Damian let his mind wander and drifted to sleep without any trouble.


Damian woke up, shaking his head, groaning and stretching out in his sleeping back with an “R” on it. His soft, smooth and trained arms stretched out, pulling their sinew to their maximum as he turned his head and slowly opened his eyes. Jon was sitting up in his bed, wearing his Superman pajamas and crossing his legs as he yawned out. He groaned lightly, bent over slightly and pulled a hand down to his package and rearranged. Damian could see the discomfort on Jon’s face as he went through his motions. Damian started to remember everything he thought about before he fell asleep. 

 
 “Damiaan… ugh. I’m still sore…” Jon grimaced as he stood up. Damian’s eyes followed Jon's body, and saw stuff shift in his pajamas as he stood up.

“Your nuts?” Damian asked with a smirk on. Damian himself started to get out of his sleeping bag. He still had on his black tank top and shorts. He pulled his shorts down a bit as Jon groggily approached him. Wide open, Damian noticed. A bit careless, considering what they both learned yesterday.
 

SuperSons - Part 1: So Much for Superboy

New series of stories! This first one, was sent to me by an anonymous friend who did pretty great with this! Thank you for this and giving me so much context!

 

I really liked this story, talked with my friend and felt inspired to write some to continue (despite me not being very familiar with the characters before this). He helped me a lot with the characters, so I hope they feel natural in the next parts! There will be a few more stories coming over the summer that are related to this, so stay tuned! This was an experiment for me, so I hope you guys enjoy! :)

Damian Wayne A.K.A. Robin was sleeping over at the Kent Farm this weekend, after spending the day battling foes with his best friend, Superboy A.K.A. Jon Kent. The "Super Sons" have bonded fiercely over the past year despite their friendship's rocky beginnings. Bruce was happy to let his child stay over with a family he trusted, feeling guilt over Damian's life being hampered by vigilantism. Clark felt similarly and is often the one suggesting that the boys bond whenever possible. Of course, this also means that the Kent family can have trouble resting as they hear occasional bickering and loud snack bags torn open from Jon's bedroom. Tonight was no different.

 

Jon had on his Superman pajamas while Damian wore his combo of a black tank top and shorts, both sitting on the floor and furiously mashing buttons as they fought each other in a round of Mortal Kombat. Clark would object to Jon playing any game with that much gore, so Damian has resorted to sneaking in his own copies upon every visit. Jon almost always plays as Raiden and can typically keep up with Damian's skills. Being trained by Batman doesn't mean you're perfect at everything. Damian doesn't have a "main" character, but instead tries to master everyone on the game's roster, deciding to develop his skills with Johnny Cage tonight.

 

"Gotcha! Again!" Shouted Jon after another well-fought victory. 

 

This would go on like this an hour as the boys kept adapting to each other's plays. They deeply needed this, as this month had been particularly exhausting with school and bad guys piling up. It was nothing the Super Sons couldn't handle with incredible parents like theirs. Regardless, these nights have become the highlights of their lives, bonding and having fun as best friends always should despite their peculiar circumstances. Their families know it's for the best that they can enjoy it while it lasts.

 

The two are able to match each other for many more rounds, but something keeps bothering Jon. Every time Damian defeats him, he goes to end the fight with Johnny Cage's classic "nut punch" move, putting a mischievous smirk on Damian's face. It felt as if he kept rubbing his losses in. Jon was usually a good sport about things but this was a particularly humiliating way to lose a fight. After two more matches of this and Damian getting progressively fired up, Jon got upset. "C'mon dude, stop that!" he whined out while suddenly standing up.

 

"What's the problem here?" Damian asked cheekily, obviously knowing Jon is annoyed but too amused by the situation to take his best friend seriously. Jon just rolled his eyes and put his controller down, sitting on his bed with his arms crossed and looking mopey. Damian followed suit and sat down across from Jon, facing him with his hand resting on his chin. "It's just a really embarrassing way to lose!" Jon said while staring at the wall, avoiding eye-contact. Damian quickly realized there was something more going on here. He's beaten his best friend dozens of times and has never really gotten this reaction before. There was something up, but he needed Jon to say more. "Embarrassing way to lose?" he asked inquisitively, awaiting the despondent Superboy to elaborate. Jon eventually blurted out "Getting hit in the nuts! You kept punching my Raiden in the nuts and smiling about it."

 

Damian was caught off guard to say the least. I mean, out of the hundreds of ways to be brutally killed in Mortal Kombat, why was this the method that set Jon off? After a few seconds passed, Damian suspected something and clicked his tongue, asking "So it's not just the game, I take it?" while adjusting his position to something more attentive. They've opened up to each other about more serious subjects as of late, to the point where Damian quickly recognizes Jon's body language when he desperately needs to let something off his chest. The situation was still a little funny to him but he'd hear his friend out over anything. Jon sighed and took a moment to compose himself before airing his thoughts.

 

A True Encounter: Found Story

Hello! I told you guys I'd be posting more haha. If you haven't seen the previous Eric and Adam stories, please read them! They're really great, fresh and there will be more with them later in the year! 

 

Anyways, I was on Pixiv, a mostly eastern/Japanese website with a lot of fan art and decent busting images. And I realized I could look for stories, though they were almost entirely in Japanese. So, I decided to translate a story that I found that sounded promising off the limited translating I did for the "blurb" at the start. And as it turns out, something about this story just stuck with me and I needed to do something with it (I didn't get to read the whole story either, so I don't know how it really ends)

 

The translation was a bit... choppy, so I fixed it up as I saw fit. Changed something, leaned into others. I took some liberties with this, but this is a terrible story.

 WARNING: This is messed up. Probably the most messed up story on here. I don't think I'll be working with anything like this again, and I do no condone anything written below. PERMANENT DAMAGE AHEAD

 

Original link here (you need to make an account to view it):

 

A park at dusk. 

 

I used duct tape to secure the legs of the stray cat I had lured in with Actinidia and placed it on the ground. I watched, curiously as the cat struggled in pain on the ground. 

 

Did you know that if you burn cat's fur with a lighter, it would create a sulfur aroma? There's a lot you can learn when experimenting, and of course a lot to gain. My mouth loosened at the sound of the cat's whining, it's tinged fur  casting a familiar odor for me to inhale. These moments made me feel kind of high. The process too. Burning the materials and ingesting as much of the effects as possible. But this was more active. It was more like conducting an improvisation orchestra, in command and bringing everything to new heights. You follow the intrinsic wave of sounds, you learn how to read the sheet music. You listen to the energy around you and realize how to use the tools at your disposal. 

 

Just as I was about to stick the needle into the cat’s body I heard a sudden and loud yell. It was strong and deep, causing me to jump and look up, pulling me from my enchantment. My eyes opened wide, pulled back in realization that I may no longer be the predator here. 

 

A young man stood over me in the uniform of the local high school. 

 

I was stunned. The high school student ripped off the duct tape that had been wrapped around the cat's leg and let the cat escape before I could use the needle. . 

 

"What the fuck is the matter with you! Humans who abuse animals are the worst kind of scum! You're human trash! Fuck you!"

 

The kid spat his words and stood in front of me, taking on my full attention. I was no longer scared, but I couldn't react either. I haven't seen a look like that in years. He hated me. 

Avatar the Last Airbender: Critical Hit 3 - Bonding and Honor

This story has a part of another story I read awhile ago! Link here for the original. (Most of my story is orignial, but a flashback comes from here.)

ATLA: Critcal Hit 1 - Redux

ATLA: Critical Hit 2 - Lessons and Fun 

 

“Come on, Zuko!”

“That is the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard. No.”

“But it’s for Aaang!” Sokka pleaded.

“I’m saying no for Aang! That isn’t what he needs. And that’s why I’m going to go back home to confront my Father!” Zuko exclaimed with a serious expression, up in Sokka’s face.

“Dude. Sparky.” Toph spoke up. “Do you really think what Twinkletoes needs is vengeance? He’s a vegetarian!”

Zuko raised his eyebrows and took a step back.

“Yeah!” Sokka jumped on. “He needs to move on! We’ve all been hit in the junk before. But Aang needs to know it’s nothing to cry about! It’s something to laugh about!” Sokka said with a smile, hands at his side.

“Smile about.” Zuko grimaced, looking down. “That never led to a smile back home.”

“Looks like it’s something you need to learn to smile about too, Sparky.” Toph said, approaching Zuko. “With a sister like yours, a memory like that might be one of the few things you can smile about!”

Zuko grimaced. “Me and Azula used to get along really well. But… things changed.” He said, looking away. Then turning back with a renewed determination, “But that’s not important right now! I’m not playing!”

“Come on! Aang will have more fun with you!” Sokka pleaded. “And I’m gonna do it with or without you.”

That seems to have caused Zuko some hesitation, looking down and considering. Sokka and Toph looked at each other with a shared grin. We got him!

“But… it’s so stupid.” Zuko said, looking up.

“Listen. That’s why it’s fun.” Sokka said with a smile, an arm around Zuko’s shoulder. “Plus. Don’t you want to get me back?” Sokka said.

“Get you back? For whaUGH!”

As Zuko looked confused, Sokka rocked a hand in and up towards Zuko’s lower midsection, swinging from down below. Sokka’s knuckles made healthy contact with Zuko’s meat and potatoes. The Exiled Prince Zuko’s eyes went out as he bent back and clutched his groin with a shocked expression. Then his mouth clenched with pain as he lowered towards the ground as pain rocked his core, and he felt it difficult to stand.

“Oooh! I’m soOOoO getting you back!” Zuko groaned, going through a wave of pain as he exclaimed his discontent. He stumbled and moaned out a little sickly before putting his head down and curling it in. With a grimace, he looked back up at Sokka, who was smiling and sharing congratulations with Toph.

Zuko yelled out as he jumped up and started to chase Sokka with a hand still clutching his crotch. Sokka shrieked out and ran away from Zuko, who was much quicker than Sokka thought he would be, post nut-tap. Then as Zuko started throwing fire bolts at Sokka’s feet, Sokka kicked it up a gear and screamed out again.

“No bending, no fair! No bending, no fair!”  

Avatar The Last Airbender: Critical Hit 2 - Lessons and Fun

Hello, everyone! I meant to post this earlier, but I have a few stories waiting to get posted, so I gotta get them out there. There's one more story coming after this, so stay tuned!

 

ATLA: Critcal Hit 1 - Redux

 

 

Ever since Aang saved the world and defeated Fire Lord Ozai, he hasn’t been the same. And not in a good way; after Fire Lord Ozai forcibly relinquished his bending, he made sure to get his kicks in. Literally.

While Aang’s back was turned, the Fire Lord crushed the young Avatar’s balls with two devastating kicks, exerting all of his adult, fiery fury. Aang did not expect this and was completely helpless and writhing in pain on the border of consciousness as Sokka found him and brought him back. Then as Katara healed him and brought him back, he relieved his trauma and unearthed some memories as an air nomad, which caused Aang to question things; what’s the point of being good when people laugh at this terrible pain, good or bad? And when this can hurt so, so much… Aang didn’t know the point of fighting. Does respect and honor even matter?

 

It was a traumatic couple of days for Aang, and Katara was soft and delicate with him as a result. She already had tender feelings for Aang, and after his story and seeing the pain he was in, she’s been softer and treated him more delicately. Which on one hand, was kind and done to benefit Aang but it also emasculated him even more. Even more emasculating than attacking his manhood made him feel, to some extent.

Aang wasn’t made to feel any better when after a day, Toph and Sokka started to make light of his condition.

“112 years old, and never got hit in the balls before!”

“Oh, how I wish I could really see Twinkletoes right now!”

“Ha! You’re not missing much. He’s just curled up and grumpy!”

“Sounds like a baby nephew after they wake up from their nap! Come on twinkletoes, you’ve been resting all day, why are you still grumpy!?”

“Guys!” Zuko interrupted them. “It’s not funny, drop it.”

“Come on Sparky, relax. Or are we hitting too close to home?” Toph asked, tilting her head.

Zuko grimaced and huffed. He turned and walked away, not wanting to engage with this right now.

“Oh, it definitely hits too close to home. All guys get hit close to home sometimes! Especially with a sister like Azula.” Sokka shivered and moved a hand low to his thighs when he did so. “Poor Zuko…” Sokka’s face lowered, shaking his head in remembrance of a fallen brother, despite the brother frowning across from him.

“I’m right here, you know!”

“And I bet a brother like you Snoozles, got a bunch of stories that you deserved. Right, Sweetness?” Toph asked, smiling and turning towards Katara, who was busy trying to message Aang with her water.

“Yes, he does. Which is why I don’t understand!” Sokka said, dropping the water and turning around. Aang groaned and turned his back on his loud friends. “Why are you picking on Aang like this! He’s been through a lot!”

“Not more than you put me through.” Sokka pouted.

“And not more than I’m about to if you don’t shut up!” Katara threatened. Sokka shrieked and put some distance between himself and his angry sister.

(Fan-fic) Invincible: The Sands, The Wingmen

Hey guys! New Story and it's a fan fiction of Invincible! I wrote this earlier in the week after watching the newest episode and decided to post it before the next episode drops very soon; I couldn't wait and I wanted to get this out there in celebration and more. I hope you guys enjoy :)

SPOILER ALERT FOR EPISODE 1, SEASON 2 OF INVINCIBLE 

“I’m telling you, Mark. The Beach is the best place to be when you’re trying to forget about things and just have a good time!”

Mark Grayson smiled as he laid back on his thick, wet towel laid gracefully on the beautiful beach. The long, beautiful horizon ahead of him as the sun was pressing down on him and all from above. Beaming down, warming and bringing sweat upon his taut, white skin and sharp, handsome face. His strong human body, built like a healthy young man from up to and below his short and thin bathing shorts. And of course, between as well, which lay appetizingly soaked and tight against his healthy and viral curves. Mark Grayson laid back with his eyes closed, and lathered.

“No matter if you’re Gay or Straight, there’s something to love everywhere. Especially this time of year… a warm, clear weekend and everyone wants to have a good time. Sigh…” William Clockwell mused as he looked around, sitting up on his towel and smiling at all the hot boys around. He turned to his friend Mark, and looked over Mark’s body, eyeing the slab of tender meat under the blistering warmth of the beach. William's eyes hung over Mark for longer than he realized, daydreaming before he shook his head and laid back against his own towel.

 

“Ahhhh…” William let out, satisfied as he pressed his hands down by his lap. He pondered for a minute before continuing.

 

Avatar The Last Airbender: Critical Hit-Redux

Long time no see! I was asked by a friend to do some magic with a found fan-fiction story as linked to here. I decided that would be a good idea, and found myself satisfied with how it ended up! Hope you guys like it :)

The loud booming engines blared loudly overhead, ringing his sore, almost bruiseless but weakened frame, with the vibrations of an overpowering force. Inside the Avatar, closely approaching footsteps barely registered on the doorstep of his awareness. All the young, impression collection of elements, senses and sinew could feel was this intense, deep ache at it's core. But slowly, the male body become aware as sharp impressions bludgeoned Aang as he regretably rejoined the world of the living.

 

"You did it!", someone, possibly Sokka, yelled as he skid forward on his knees. "You should've seen yourself, it was amazing! You were all- ... Aang?"

 

"Aang! He's hurt!"

 

"Aang, talk to me! Aang!... What's on your face!?"

 

"We gotta get him to Katara, quickly!"

Parasite: Part 1 - Eyes on the Family

Long time no see! I wanted to wait to share this until Part 2 was ready... but I decided to share this "early". And one of these days, I'll write a story without a novel of backstory first... but today is not that day!

Stay healthy and have fun guys. Take advantage of life while it's in front of you. There's enough to go around :)

Eli Harding couldn’t believe what his mom told him. He was used to his mom finding new “friends” and not being home too often. Usually busy with work and "work friends." It was just a fact of life and nothing to be ashamed of. She knew a lot of people and they sometimes helped out. Everyone needs help sometimes, right?

But this was the first time that she brought Eli with her. 

Who brings their son with them to get banged by some rich cock and balls? Is this some kind of fucking kink!? What the fuck Mom!!?? 

But she told him that he’d understand when he comes by to the Torres residence. And when he came by, he started to understand. This man had the biggest house he’d ever seen. It wasn’t even a house. It had a gate with a intercom, which you had to talk through to get buzzed and everything. The lawn was literally bigger than the 2 parks Eli knows combined and they could fit more than 5 of Eli’s neighborhood on this property. He’s never seen anything like it before. Was he El Chapo or something? 

Eli honestly thought this might've been a prank or something and this was some weird amusement park or whatever. Or maybe this really is some kink shit…

But then he saw Theo, in his pristine shirt and shorts, caramel eyes approaching them in croc’s comfortably. Eli was stunned. That was Theo Torres, a sophomore at his high school (junior after the summer ends) and the richest kid in school. Eli heard rumors about how rich Theo was… but holy fuck. 

Snowglobe: Part 3 - Stains from the Tree

Snowglobe: Part 1 - Christmas

Snowglobe: Part 2 - Ripples form a Cope

 

Hunter waited patiently for Sam to get back, heard the window getting pulled up again and shook gently in bed; like a trained puppy hearing the door open. Hunter waited for Sam to take his clothes off and get into bed. Watching and waiting for Sam to get in, Hunter leaned his foot towards Sam’s and felt his cold skin. 

 

Sam turned at the feeling, putting his chest towards Hunter’s forehead and sighing. He moved his hand to Hunter’s head, rubbed his hair softly and rhythmically, but also clearly tired.  

 

Hunter didn’t say anything, lying there quietly as his brother comfortably rubbed his head. Hunter closed his eyes and drifted soothly, his brother’s warmth next to him along with the nicest head rub ever. 

 

After a few minutes, Hunter could tell that Sam was drifting to sleep. Hunter moved his leg up more into Sam’s, pressing leg to leg and adjusting his head. 

 

“So, how was it?”

 

“Mmm…” Sam moaned. 

 

“How was it? What’d you end up doing?” Hunter asked, wide awake. 

 

Sam groaned and sighed, stretching his arm out and turning his body to get more extension. 

 

“Mmm… it went fine…” Sam interrupted himself with a yawn and scratched his own head. 

 

“What’d you end up doing?” Hunter asked again. 

Snowglobe: Part 2 - Ripples Form a Cope

 Hey guys! Sorry for the long wait for Part 2. Had some things to sort out and so forth. But here it is! 

And I've decided to collaborate with a very talented and patient artist for these next 2 parts! His name is TerrorToxico and here is his deviantart page.  I would like to take this opportunity to thank him for his work, understanding and consistently being awesome. I love what we've done and I really hope you guys appreciate it too :)

 

 

Snowglobe: Part 1 - Christmas

 

 

 

Sam started to rouse, shaking softly and moaning as he started to come to. The pain of his Krampus induced condition hasn’t left and is sickening, burning his vision and stomach. But it's less intense than it was earlier, before he passed out. Now he could gently stir himself. It brought him back into this world and he tried to bring his hands down to cradle his aching balls… but he couldn’t pull his hands down. 

 

Sam looked up, his eyes straining against the lights above him. But as he adjusted he saw it. His hands were bound by chains attached from above. He shook his hands and they were stuck in place, bound by something beyond Sam’s control. He shook and fought, groaning as he tried to lift his legs. But it strained his stomach and the pain crippled him; the young wrestler crying out, whimpering as his head fell down, dark blonde hair a wet mop on his head.

 

“My baaalllls, fuucck… uhhnnn…” Sam whined, looking up. In front, he sees the Krampus and screams out, shocked by the terror smiling back at him. 

 

“Jesus! Fuck, fuck you!” 

 

The next moment, Sam’s tight, revealing underwear were pulled down to his knees and his heavy, swollen balls were accosted and strangled by Krampus’ large, leathery hand. Sam’s eyes opened full, his mouth wide in an 0 over his teeth and body clenched in response. Suddenly, every single thing he’s experienced tonight has come back to him, and it drained him all over again.

 

“Uhhhhaaaa…noooo, noo moooree…” 

 

Snowglobe: Part 1 - Christmas

Part 1 in a multi part story. A couple parts are set out and will come later, but they will come. This one is a little... different. Discretion advised. This part and the next part especially. I hope you guys enjoy it though, I had a lot of fun working through this with PrinceOfMars (Jack Tibbler Author). I haven't done anything quite like this before, and I really appreciate what we worked together to inspire. 

 

 With Love, Lenny.

 

 

 

“So yeah, I totally railed her.”

 

“Ewww shut up bro, that’s nasty!”

 

“What? It’s not nasty, it’s cool, dumbass.” Sam grimaced, shifting around and trying to feel cool again. He thought telling his little brother about how he fucked a rich girl behind her poolhouse would be a fun way to spend some time in this lame town. 

“She wanted me so badly bro, she didn’t even give me a chance to put a condom on, I went in raw.”

“Stop, stupid!” Hunter yelled, grimacing as he shook his blonde head and turned around. “You’re nasty, I can’t believe you got me all hyped and it’s just you being gross.” 

 

The Bloodline

 “Hey, Max! Come here!”

Max was walking by, wearing a t-shirt that was a bit too big for him, a hand-me-down, and a pair of shorts that might be too small for him, as he was called to the living room by his brother. Shuji had a bunch of friends over and they were snickering together and trying to quiet themselves down as Max approached. Max was a few years younger than his half-brother and a bit cautious around him. He knows Shuji hates him and wishes he wasn’t around, but Max is just a kid and has to live here now. Max doesn’t want to make Shuji angry, so he came a bit closer and tried to play nice with his seemingly perfect, fully Japanese older brother.

 

“Listen, I wanna play a game with you. It’s called Mercy. You ever heard of it?”

 

“N-no.”

 

Shuji’s friends started laughing a bit but stopped quickly. “It’s a game, where we hold hands like this.” Shuji said as he interlocked his two hands together. “And the goal is the make the other person say mercy. It’s easy.” Shuji displayed this by twisting and digging his hands into the other, showing how one can deal damage to the other in Mercy.

 

“And we can’t let go of each other’s hand until someone gives. So, you get it? Easy right?”

 

Jack Tibbler Part 3 (Edited): The Bully, The Loss and The Rock

Part One: A Guy That Big, That's the Only Place You Hit 'Em

Part Two: New Years Eve 1995

One Jack Tibbler, thirteen, was quite a curious junior high student. Almost an enigma to his peers. The boy had made it through the trials and tribulations of his first year of middle school with a graceful veil of mystery wrapped around him. He'd made no real friends, only chatted up a few other boys his age in the cafeteria, maybe even out on the quad during lunch hour. He had joined a soccer team which surprised the hell out of his family, especially his older brother Andy who was now in his last year of high school. Things were going much better than Jack or anyone else in his family had expected. His grades were good, his social standing wasn't that of a celebrity, but somehow he managed to avoid ridicule.

Though in every bright sky, there was one dark cloud that threatened to pour rain down over ones spoils, to cast shadows wherever one had light. For Jack Tibbler, that dark cloud was Sean Zygers. A fourteen year old boy, lean, very much in shape for his age. Dark brown hair which was cut short and whipped up towards the front, as if he were some young super model. Sean came from a wealthy family who'd just moved into the city a little over a year and a half ago. His money alone lead to his initial popularity, his garish personality crowned him king of Dr. Barry Middle School. He was always found wearing tight faded jeans and small polo shorts with the stiff collars, always flipped up.

The boy was repeating the 8th grade, which gave him an air of rebellion and made the other students love him even more. No one thought that it might be because he was just a walking jumble of good looks and cash, no academic brains to speak of. Yup, he was one strikingly good looking dark cloud that liked to rain all over Jack's parade on any given day, at any given time. Hell, he once rode up on his bicycle and found Jack in the public park flying a kite over the summer. He then gave Jack a wedge, tore off his underwear, tied it to the kite and let the thing take Jack's briefs with it.

Genshin Impact: Bennett and Razor - Mushed Berries

Another Genshin Impact story guys! Hope those who read, enjoy it :) The characters are below, to those of you who want to get to know them a bit better if you're unfamiliar.

(So sorry about any formatting issues. Putting it here was such a struggle for some reason.)

                                                                             Razor    

                                            

                                                                              Bennett

                                                                        

                                                                            Rosaria                       

                                              

“I’m hungry!”

“You’re always hungry!”

Razor grunted and rubbed his growling belly. He sniffed the gentle breeze as it contacted him, guiding him in the direction of something to satisfy his belly.

“Over there! Let’s hunt!” Razor insisted, heading off in the direction of the subtle smells he’s been trained to catch as a member of a wolfpack. But, Bennett grabbed onto his arm before he ran off, keeping his friend and guide in place.

“Wait, wait! We can eat later, Razor! But right now, we have to focus on the commission like I told you!”

“But… I’m hungry!” Razor added up his limited vocabulary as best he could to express himself in the moment. He was successful.

“I know, I know! Look, here’s an apple, okay!? But I need you to help me with the commission! And now I need you to find me more apples too.” Bennett said after giving his young friend the last apple from his bag. Bennett couldn’t help but smile and gleam at how quickly his wild friend devoured the apple. Bennett giggled as Razor finished the apple, core and all.

“Thank you.” Razor said after finishing the apple and dropping the stem. Then he started to rub his bare belly as he looked up sadly at Bennett. “But… still hungry.”

Steps Together: Part 2 - Emerging Brotherhood is a Flooding Cup

Part One: Eggs Gambit

Here's Part Two! Hope you guys enjoy :)

Holden looked back fondly on the day and memory, reliving it over the next few days. He couldn’t help but think about it whenever he saw Dallas. He snuck peaks at Dallas’s crotch whenever he could and reimagined how it felt to have any of his limbs in there again, feeling all of Dallas’s maleness all over his skin and senses. Holden began to notice how much he enjoyed just being around Dallas, just so he can have that memory and sensation feel stronger. 

In fact, that sensation was so strong whenever he was around Dallas, that Holden found it almost impossible to focus. All Holden could think about was Dallas and that day he busted him three times, and trying to do anything other than that felt incredibly difficult to manage. It made Holden intentionally avoid being around Dallas, for everyone’s sake he reasoned. He wasn’t sure what to make of his thoughts and didn’t know if he should act on them. 

These thoughts are about his younger step-brother after all. He doesn’t want to really hurt Dallas, plus there’s more to his feelings than just inflicting nut pain. He’s really curious too. They just started living together a couple months ago. Is that too early to be feeling things? Should he be feeling this way about Dallas at all? Isn't that... but, it’s not like they’re blood brothers though. Just step-siblings. Is there something wrong about wanting something physical from another person if they’re brought together by coincidence? Especially if they’d both be alone otherwise. 

Holden wasn’t sure how to handle this situation and Dallas wondered why Holden had been so distant after they were getting along so well. He always wanted a brother, and more than that, he thought that Holden was really cool and great to have around. Dallas always wanted his brother to be someone he could hang around and joke with and depend on to be there, and talk to if there’s anything bothering him. It felt like that was developing, and now suddenly that brother is avoiding him. Did Dallas do something to annoy Holden? Dallas tried to think of what he did wrong, but he couldn’t figure it out. 

The Curse

Another new story! This one was a bit of an experiment and likely won't be revisited. Decided to share because I like how it turned out and such and such. 

 

 

A boy was walking around his hometown, wandering like a bored child would from a different time, who has no school or job to attend to. He was wearing ragged clothes, his shirt riddled with half-sown rips and trousers that were held up by polite and disciplined suspenders that helped pull and keep the rather small boy all together. He had a smooth and young boyish face, long socks that ended below his knee, pale skin showing above his socks and beneath where his short trousers ended, and rough, worn down shoes that were starting to get too tight. His family, like most around the town, barely had enough to get by and were grateful, pious and careful. A product of the times perhaps, but it was the truth of the culture as they knew it. Superstitious and God-fearing, but honest and hard-working. Like most boys and girls his age, he only knew what he was told and didn't have anything else to go on. 

Now, out of the corner of his eye, he saw something catch his attention in one of the empty buildings. It used to be a store, but that was before he was born. Now no one has any use for it. 

The boy got closer to the abounded building and saw two women talking quietly, sharing something together. He couldn't hear or see what they were saying, but he continued to approach. He didn't recognize those women, and it's weird for anyone to be in there. This was more excitement then the boy was used to in his small, honest and poor town. He had to investigate. 

Before he got close enough to hear them, one of the women bowed respectfully, then turned and walked out of one of the openings in the abandoned hide building. The boy stopped moving and curled close behind an empty barrel, his eyes just over the brim. The other woman watched and stuck around for another moment, straightening herself out and then backing up and turning around. She had on a long, extraordinary green dress with a luscious white apron lying over it, sturdy leather boots on her feet and a pure white bonnet, which helped her emerald eyes shine on her humble expression.

Those sparkling, green eyes met the boy's dark, haunting eyes as he was hiding behind the protective barrel. The woman looked shocked but fought to remain comfortable and confident. The boy noticed that the woman looked a little bit older than mother, but was taller and slimmer. She looked richer than the other women around here, and her breasts looked more plump. There was something striking about her, the young and honest boy thought. Something... something that the boy settled on, was corrupt. Something that called him towards unholiness. She began to speak down to the boy. 

"What are you doing here? Where are your parents, child?"

The boy looked up at the woman with furrowed, accusatory brows. The woman huffed and stood up straighter. 

"I asked you a question boy! Wh-"

"Are you a Witch?"