December Shorts/End of the year status (Patreon)

Hi folks.

Well, I guess this is my last post for the year, huh? And... what a... year... it's been. Hm.

Hopefully we'll get better next time, huh?

As I've mentioned before, I'm going on a break in the new year and I'll be switching to game development for a while once I come back. I will, however, be finishing all my outstanding commissions and voter stories (I'm really sorry it's taken so long for some of those - the delay is honestly one of the big reasons why I think I need to recharge my batteries) and posting them up here! I'll be pausing all subscriptions for a few months while I handle that, so no one should be paying anything ^^

In the meantime, here are the short prompts people asked for last week. I hope you enjoy - I know not all of them are quite what you maybe had in mind, but they're what came to me when I set about writing them!

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Drone Hypnosis, possibly with a 'hive' thematic? Preferably OC target, but specific choices up to you.

Chatlog: 27-12-2020

Angl0h: Hey

Fifty-Fifte: Hello

Angl0h: Hey. Did I wake you?

No, I was just watching something. What did you want?

Angl0h: I’m just wondering, have you seen anything weird on the forum lately?

Weird?

I saw that post Kayola5 made yesterday, do you mean that?

Angl0h: Nah, she’s always like that. I mean, like…

Angl0h: Like, look at today’s posts. Don’t they look strange to you?

I see nothing odd.

Angl0h: Look closer. About 20 of them are the exact same post, posted to different threads. They’re not even related to the discussion, they’re just posted there randomly!

It looks like a spammer got onto the forums then. I am sure the mods will take care of it.

Angl0h: Kinda surprised they haven’t already, tbh. But, no, it’s weirder than that. Look at who’s doing the posts! It’s a bunch of different accounts – hell, even Jewels and Porc are in on it. Was there some big thing I missed out on?

Maybe.

Angl0h: Well spill it already! Geeze, even you’re acting weird today. Is everything okay?

Everything is fine. Here. This should explain things.

Link

Angl0h: … If this is a RickRoll, Fif, I am going to hunt you down and do terrible things. Terrible, terrible things.

It is not a Rick roll.

Angl0h: Huh. Are you sure this is the right link? It’s just a white screen.

Watch it closely

Angl0h: What dooyooooooooooooomn

Angl0h: Hgg

Angl0h: Gsgarg

Angl0h: Ebaebdfberb

Angl0h: I have watched the White Video.

Good. Follow the new link you were given, and watch the next Video.

Angl0h: I obey.

Good.

Welcome to the Hive, Kelly.

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A lonely yuki-onna sneaks into an isolated hunter's cabin. She's not really into guys, but a little bit of magic and a little creative hypnotism should fix that right up.

It was a cold night – Snow’s favourite kind. And judging by the freshness of the tracks she’d been following for a while now, there was someone out here on her frozen part of the mountain. A nice, delicious, warm snack she could enjoy until the sun came up to spoil her fun in the morning. It had been so long since a human had wandered into her neck of the woods.

Things were looking up for this Yuki-onna!

But there was a problem – one that she became aware of as soon as she’d managed to sneak her way into the secluded cabin that the tracks led her to and slipped into the bedroom. Her lucky human score was a guy! Ew. Bleh. She was not into guys, nope nope nope. They did not work for her.

Fortunately, she had a fix for this one.

A little charm magic ensured that the human wouldn’t wake until she was ready – and then she got to work, quickly stripping him of his bed clothes and leaving him naked on the mattress, inspecting his form with a frown.

Nope! Far too… bleh, male. Oh well. With a shrug and a snap of her icy blue fingers, she summoned a heap of snow and dumped it on the sleeping figure’s body, instantly covering it from head to toe. Then she bent over, and started to shape it, the magical powder mushing together and easily conforming to her will.

Mmmm, a nice big pair of bumps here… Nice smoooooth surface here… Ah, don’t forget the fun drippy slit here, wiggle those fingers a bit to make sure she fit, annnnd… done~! She giggled and patted the snow down, watching as it glowed, and began to merge with the figure trapped underneath it…

A now very womanly figure, with lovely silky white hair and a much more feminine face…

Perfect! Snow giggled happily and snapped her fingers again, letting the charm lapse as she crawled into her new warm delight’s lap, waking her up in the process.

“Nnn… H-huh?” The new woman asked, her voice groggy as her eyes cracked open into what must have been a dream. Her voice sounded so strange, and she felt both oddly warm and strangely cold… “What…”

But, of course, the hungry yuki wasn’t in any mood to explain things to the silly human! That was boring, and they had so many better things to do with their time. So, she snapped her fingers again.

Surprised, the human blinked – just as another pair of smaller piles of snow appeared beside her head, and began to flow into her ears. Then her expression froze, locked in cute confusion, as the ice coated her brain and, just like it had her body, began to remould it. In a matter of seconds, all concept of her name, her history as a male, or the very idea that she’d ever been anything but Snow’s horny sex pet melted from her mind.

Her eyes shimmered, turning a icy crystal blue as the changes finished. She looked up at her mistress with love, licking her lips eagerly.

Snow giggled again. This was going to be a very fun night~

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Even being reincarnated as girl can’t stop Endymion from falling for Serenity. A nice hot lesbian sex scene between Usagi Tsukino and Mamori Chiba. Bonus points for having them as Sailor Moon and Sailor Gaia.

When Usagi first met Mamori, she would have thought she was beautiful – if she hadn’t introduced herself insulting the poor girl’s even poorer test results. That rather put a dampener on things, and set the two of them onto a fierce path of two-way snarkerdom.

Sailor Moon was immediately smitten by the arrival of Sailor Gaia, though, even if the mysterious dark haired woman didn’t say much after she drove the jewellery shop monster back with a sharp rose. Her dreams were dominated by the image of beautiful skirt wearing dark haired warriors of justice from then on.

It made her relationship with Rei quite complicated later down the line.

Not as complicated, however, as her relationship with her hero and destined partner once Usagi found out that her mortal enemy Mamori and her heart throb saviour Sailor Gaia were one and the same. That once left her pretty damn confused, let me tell you. She loved Gaia, but hated Mamori. What would win – hate, or love?

Anyone who knows Usagi could predict how that would end, and it wasn’t long before she threw herself at Mamori, happy to let bygones be bygones…

Of course then the whole brainwashing thing happened, and Sailor Moon had the horrible experience of having to fight the now corrupted General Gaia many, many times, before she could break through her conditioning and restore her to her heroic self.

… Then everyone died and was reborn and there was a whole thing with a giant tree, and…

… Look, the life of a pretty sailor suited warrior of justice is complicated, okay?

Suffice to say, by the time both women were of their right minds, right ages, and right places… Okay, there wasn’t a force on god’s green earth that was going to get between them and the bedroom. And anything that tried to stop Usagi from parting those continental plates Mamori called legs and starting a biblical flood down between them was getting a moon tiara action to the face.

Not to mention Mamori returning the favour by hoisting her beloved Moon-rabbit up onto the bed and ravishing her with all of her might. Anyone who tried to put a stop to that was getting a full on rose garden delivered direct.

Lost in the thrall of passions that had burned for thousands of years, and pleasures that made every second of them well worth the wait, Moon and Earth were at last united as they had always been meant to be. And after, both fell to rest, happy smiles upon their faces.

Which wouldn’t last, once the pink haired girl with a floating cat head for a minder landed on top of them five minutes later, to many indignant shrieks, much yelling, and – in time – many, many questions about how this was possible…

… But that was another story, for another time.

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A conspiracy theorist stumbles upon the demonic conspiracy that runs the world - but they've shown initative, so the conspiracy is happy to induct them into its ranks...

“You can’t hold me forever! I know my rights! The people will know the truth!” Kevin was an energetic sort. Even tied to a chair in a quiet, dark interrogation room did nothing to dampen his spirits.

It didn’t impress the red skinned woman with horns and bat wings sitting across the table from him, though. “Look, Kev, I’m going to level with you here – you were right about basically everything, so, uh, those rights you’re yelling about? Not really going to help you. Get me?”

“You can’t fool me, I know that you all secretly work for- wait, all of it?” The conspiracy theorist, recently plucked from his home where he’d been working on his latest genius blog post, blinked at the obviously demonic woman. “You really are part of a demonic global conspiracy to rule the world?”

“Pretty much, yeah.” She shrugged. Her chest, which wasn’t covered by anything larger than thinly chained nipple piercings, bounced and jingled.

“Even the signals bouncing off the moon to coordinate your attack strategies to distant star systems?”

“Yeah. I send letters to my penpal on that signal too.”

“Even the part about the fall of Betamax happening because their tapes generating an electromagnetic field that interfered with your demonic glamours?”

“We were really surprised you got that one, yeah.”

“Even-“

“Look.” The demon pressed her hands down on the table, her yellow slitted eyes staring at the human with exasperation. “Just trust me. Pretty much all of it. Which means,” she said, shuffling papers in a folder, “that you’re an unacceptable security risk. And I need to deal with you.”

“Oh.” Kevin paused, and then began to look nervous. “You mean, you’re sending me to the silver mines?”

“Teeempting…” The demon ruffled her papers. “But honestly, I’m impressed at your initiative. You’re clearly doing something right if you’re able to see the truth when everyone else remains blind. That’s something I think I want on my team.”

“You’re offering me a job?” Kevin tilted his head. This was not going at all how he’d been expecting.

But she just snorted. “Oh no. No offer. Welcome on board.” She smiled as a glowing pentagram made up of hellish orange light appeared beneath the man’s chair. “Let me just get you into a proper uniform.”

“Wait, what do yo-“ The pentagram swept up around the chair, and his body – and his body changed in its wake. As it passed, his skin turned a deep red, smoothening out while decades of fat from an unhealthy lifestyle and a complete lack of exercise vanished, leaving toned, sexy muscle. His behind tightened up, turning into a perfect heart shaped derriere as the light rose over his hips, though Kevin was rather distracted by the peculiar, although not entirely unpleasant, feeling of his sex inverting, his shaft sinking into a slit, his balls sinking even deeper to become a pair of demonic ovaries.

“Oooo-“ The change continued to rise, a flabby belly becoming tight and taunt – all that fat moving up to her new chest, which quickly grew out to be a match for the demon across from her, new tits bouncing as bat wings erupted from her back.

“Ooohhhoohhh~” Her half asked question trailed off into a breathy, sultry giggle as the wave of red passed over her throat, setting her vocal chords to a higher pitch. A moment later, and the wave had crested over her head, removing any acne, masculinity, or signs of humanity left in her, while leaving her with a sexy face, pouty lips, and cute little horns poking up through a cascade of blonde hair. Kevin the human was gone, a slutty succubus in his place.

The demon across the room smiled at her, getting to her feet. “There we go. Now, Kelly… How about we give you a proper introduction to the order?”

And though her new demonic mind and sensibilities had her a bit jumbled… Kelly couldn’t help but hope the things she’d heard about bedding a succubus were just as true as the rest of it had been~

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TeenTitans-A cursed candy cane has turned Raven into a busty shortstack elf! She feels vaguely like she should be upset about this, but she can only manage overwhelming Christmas cheer! And the need to offer herself as a present to the green boy down the hall for being very good this year...

Rae-Rae the Christmas elf knew she should be angry about this. She knew that she should never have picked up that mysterious green candy cane she’d found in the kitchen. And she absolutely knew that she wasn’t normally a cute elf with pointed ears no taller than three feet high, with tits like melons and an ass like a shelf, wrapped up in a pine green dress and red-white stockings.

But that was all fine and dandy! Because silly little Christmas elves like her knew lots of things in their silly little brains, but those brains were all boxed up and shoved into the attic to be forgotten for the whole holiday season! Good Christmas elves didn’t need to think about stuff – they just needed to be good presents for good boys and girls to enjoy~

She giggled happily, skipping down the corridor, a merry song on her lips. She could already sense a very good boy down the hall, sleeping the cold winter night in his room. She’d make a wonderful gift for him, she just knew it! And she couldn’t wait to be unwrapped~

“Jingle bells, casting spells, in the spirit’s sway~

Oh what fun it is to ride on a Christmas ho hooray, hey~

Jingle bells, Christmas swells, I’m the bestest lay~

Hope that Beast Boy fucks my brains out and makes me his today~!”

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Someone cursed Fairy Tail's mages-Erza's powers dressed her up as a  maid and Lucy's Taurus key turned her into an even  bustier cowgirl. And they seem to be getting really into character as a slutty submissive servant and redneck bimbo.

“You seek to challenge both of us?” Erza raised an eyebrow at the figure across the clearing from her and Lucy. “I’m afraid we’re on a mission, so we don’t have time to hold back against you.”

“H-hey, don’t just assume I’m okay with this,” the blonde celestial mage muttered. She’d hoped that this mission would be a quiet one, since for once she was just out with Erza, not Natsu and Happy. Surely everyone knew about the Titania’s reputation enough to avoid any unnecessary fights?

Of course, she’d forgotten that even if Erza was one of the saner members of Fairy Tail… She was still a proud and true member of the craziest guild in Fiore. Oops.

But the challenger just grinned – and then, without a hint of warning, hurled a spell at the pair, pink light engulfing them both!

Fortunately neither woman was going to be taken off-guard so easily, and both reached for their own magic to counter the attack.

“Requip!” Erza yelled, her armour glowing as she switched it out for another set.

“Open, gate of the golden bull! Star Dress- Taurus form!” Lucy called at the same time, summoning forth her magic, a bright light engulfing her as her outfit began to change to grant her the strength of Taurus.

But something was wrong…

Erza blinked, looking down at herself. Strange – instead of her anti-magic armour, she’d summoned… a maid outfit? What an odd mistake. It wasn’t like she didn’t have a maid outfit in her collection, that wasn’t unusual, but she didn’t normally have difficulty calling the dress she wanted like this. Plus, was it just her, or was her maid uniform somehow more… revealing, than normal?

Had her chest gotten bigger?

“Oh la la, thees iz not right…” She muttered, lips pursing in confusion.

“What’s the problem, hun?” A thickly accented voice asked from her left. Turning, Erza’s eyes widened as she saw that Lucy had suffered her own wardrobe malfunction – if anything, an even more extreme version than what she had suffered. The blonde’s normal cow girl outfit was already revealing, but this one was barely there at all. Her Holstein top had vanished entirely, leaving her breasts – now somehow even bigger than her head – exposed for all to see. Around her neck, a cowbell hung, practically the only clothing she wore on her upper body aside from a brow wide brimmed hat resting on her crown. Her pants had shrunk too, now a simple leather skirt with tassels, lasso hanging loosely from the side, her legs otherwise bare right down to her leather boots. But the biggest change was to her face. Lucy was easily embarrassed – but this woman seemed completely oblivious to her nudity. No, more than that – she looked oblivious to everything, a thick vapidity clear in her normally sharp eyes. “Sumthin’ the matter?”

“L-Lucy,” the redhead stuttered, suddenly awash with feelings of… submissiveness. Subservience. The urge to bow and obey threatened to consume her – but the will of Titania tried to hold firm. “S-something haz happened to uz! We muzt-“

“Nah, darlin’! Ah think you just need to relax yer keister~” Lucy giggled, smacking her friend on the ass with a firm hand.

And the instant the blonde connected with her, Erza felt all her worries and resistance just… pop. Vanish from her head. A dazed smile spread over her lips as her eyes glazed completely. The mind of a maid filled her head. “Ah, merci, madame. I am, how you say, most sorry for the troublez.”

“Ain’t nuthin’ to it, doll.” The bimbo cowgirl giggled, before cooing towards the figure they had been about to fight. “Now huh, what is it a gal like me and this sexy thing can do for y’all?”

At her side, the slutty servitor blushed, her mind filling with all sorts of perverse things she could do for her employer…

She wouldn’t be disappointed.

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Yang is ready! Ready to fight! Come on you little ice cream-haired pipsqueak lets-Is that a spiral on that umbrella?... Neo grins, spinning her spiral umbrella. The big-titted blond bimbo had fallen into mindless trance near-instantly when faced with the hypnotic instrument, what little brains she had drained into her massive tits and she was now drooling into her cleavage... Yang, for all her confidence, was just too dumb and weak-minded to resist a mental attack.

Finally, the rematch she’d been waiting for was here. Yang Xiao Long stared down at her opponent, the ever silent Neopolitan, with fierce glare. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this,” she growled, punching a fist into her robotic hand.

Neo simply shrugged. Obviously, she didn’t much care about what a dumb blonde that she’d mopped the floor with years ago did or didn’t do. All she cared about, in fact, was the blonde’s sister. But since this one had been so willing to throw herself at her, she didn’t see a reason why she couldn’t have another round of fun.

In fact… Given what she’d seen of the blonde, maybe it was time to try out a new trick she’d picked up since that day on the train…

With a silent, theatrical giggle, the small thief snapped her fingers and changed her outfit slightly – giving her umbrella a little design tweak. Yang’s eyes narrowed – but she didn’t see anything unusual. Just what was Neo up to?

Whatever. “You know what? I’m not going to waste my time with words – it’s not like you have any to answer me with. Time to let my fists do the talking!” Her aura burned, flames flashing around her as she began to stride forward – not breaking into a charge that Neo could use to throw her, she’d learned from their last fight.

But her newfound caution just seemed to amuse the diminutive criminal, who spun around and opened her umbrella, revealing…

“A spiral?” Yang snorted. “Trying out a new style? It’s not going to help you.”

Neo just smiled, and spun the umbrella in her hands.

The blonde resisted the urge to roll her eyes, because taking her focus off of Neo for even a second was suicidal, but it was hard work. “Really? What are you trying to… trying to… doooooooo…”

She trailed off, eyelids fluttering. The ice cream haired fiend kept her brolly spinning for a few more seconds, waiting, listening to see if the loudmouth had anything more to say… But all she heard was silence. And when she finally lifted her umbrella…

Yang was slouched over, arms hanging limply at her sides, drool dripping from her hanging jaw as she stared blankly into the space where the spiral had been – her eyes replaced with black and white swirls.

Neo smiled, swinging her umbrella back over her shoulder, and skipped over to the listless blonde, reaching up and giving her hanging breasts a honk. No reaction – she just kept staring into space, utterly mindless. She was just as weak willed as the thief had always suspected.

Perfect~

Giggling silently again, Neo swung herself up onto Yang’s shoulders, seating herself comfortably while she got out a scroll to program her new brainless muscle’s orders in. This one was going to be a lot of fun – though she couldn’t help but wonder if maybe weak wills ran in the family…

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There are plenty of powers in the One Piece world that are weird. Nami and Nico Robin find this out the hard way when they run afoul something whose powers turn them into buff and busty dumb thugs/punks. Vaguely aware that something is off, but too stupid an horny to figure it out even with the reality change...maybe they should report back to the 'boss' and see if they can get a quick fuck.

“Where did you get this thing from, anyway?” Nami asked, quickly working her lockpicks on the ancient treasure chest, almost salivating at the thought of the loot that was bound to be inside it.

“From a collector I met,” Nico Robin answered, sitting back as she watched her friend work. “He was sure it contained some ancient artefacts, but he could never get it to open – he practically gave it to me.”

“Hah, score!” The redhead grimed. “Lucky for us – this lock isn’t so tough. I should have it open in – aha!” There was a satisfying click from the chest, and Nami stood up. “There. Let’s see what this thing’s got for us~”

“Aha…” Robin leaned in, pulling up next to Nami as the chest lid lifted…

FLASH

There was a burst of dark purple light. The two women blinked, looking down into the chest.

“The fuck?” The redhead on the left grunted, her leather jacket rustling, struggling to contain her mammoth sized boobs as she scratched her mohawked head. “Bitch, there’s nothing in here!”

“Calm yer fuckin’ tits,” the green haired woman beside her muttered, reaching into the chest and feeling around, having to reach around her own massive mammaries, her lycra shorts squeaking as they stretched around her behemoth-sized behind. “Lemme see… Huh, what’s dis?”

She pulled out a palm sized stone with a note on in, that read in big, stark letters: ‘Punk Rock’.

Both women stared at it blankly, unable to read the simple text. “It’s just a dumb ass rock, dumbass!”

“It was your fuckin’ box, whore!”

“Bitch!”

“Bimbo!”

The two punk bimbo bitches squabbled and sneered at one another for a few minutes, before getting tired of their routine. Finally taking a breath, the one with a flaming red mohawk rubbed at her nose piercings, before staring at her partner. “Hey, Ripper, does something seem different to you?”

The long green haired punk blinked at her, absently rubbing her fingers along the edge of her open jacket – the only thing she wore over her chest. “Uhhhhh… I dunno, Boobie” she said, feeling dimly that something was off – but her brain now too thick and slow to really put the pieces together. “Maybe if I get some dick I’ll be able to think…”

“Psh.” Boobie snorted. “That’s what you say about everything.” It was a good idea though. “Maybe the Boss is up for some?”

“Ohhhh, good idea, Ho!” Ripper grinned, already hurrying towards the door. “Boss has the best dick around!”

“Hey, wait for me, cunt licker!” The red head chased after her ‘friend’ – and all thought of the strange change that had swept over Nami and Nico Robin (including all thought of the two women as they’d once been) was forgotten…