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PostSubject: Re: Dare Topic   Fri Apr 29, 2016 2:56 am

Sex. Drugs. Tragic backstories. Beata Academy has it all. The school was founded by a mass murdering psychopath, but since his demise, an old student, Nathaniel Wright, took over to make the school great again. Now, mass murdering young psychopaths roam the school, and absentee staff supposedly try keep them in line.

The primary antagonist of the school is Agrona, the daughter of the evil headmaster of the past. After suffering through her father’s insanity and abuse, she decided follow in his footsteps and run a shadow organisation that kidnaps and enslaves people. Why she does this is a mystery? Daddy issues? Does she want to continue her father’s work? It’s a mystery that not even her devoted followers seem to know.

The school itself is home to a diverse range of students. But they can be summed up into a few basic categories.

The shy stutterers. They’re awkward, they can’t speak, like christ, it would annoy you so fucking much if it wasn’t in RP, you’re lucky you don’t have to hear them IRL. They generally get walls of text explaining what they’re actually feeling inside, but as an RPer rp-ing with this character, you have to try so hard to make sure that your character doesn’t know things OOC.

The bitches. They’re confident, they know they’re on top. Characterised by picking fights for no fucking reason at all, and IRL they would have gone to Juvie. Usually they have some sad-ish backstory involving daddy issues, but it’s only touched on when they’re having a shit day (or the rper remembers).

The playboy/girls. They’re hot shit. They flirts with the girls, and/or boys. They whips out corny pick up lines, or make moves on you way too quick but it some how works. You ship your characters with them, but in reality, if anyone was like this to you, you’d run for the hills. It’s borderline harassment, really.

The edgelords. We all have one character like this. Tragic backstory, probably involving a romantic partner and/or their parents. They have issues due to this, and usually are rude to other people as a result. They’re misunderstood by most of the populace, and you don’t know if you want them to find peace or keep them in hell for your pleasure. Or they’re randomly crazy or aggressive fucks because you’re unconventional. Whatever, they’re edgelords.

‘Normal’ people. They’re usually nice, generically so, and don’t want to hurt others. They reflect normal moral values that are traditionally acceptable, and always stick up for the good guy, even if they had no real way of knowing who was in the right tbh. They’d never do anything too bad, and really care about all these random fucks they spoke to like one time. You can talk to them for hours about your issues and they’ll sympathise with you, because that’s the good thing to do.

Your self-insert. It’s you as a character. They’re the easiest of your characters to write. They’re kinda cool in your eyes, and you get really salty if they’re fucked over by anyone. Not that you’ll tell anyone. It’s a secret.

If your character doesn’t fit into any of these, ur a lying scum. Admit the truth. We’re all unoriginal fucks here.

And RP here gets really tripp-y when you remember all this dialogue that you’re writing tiny micro actions to in every post is happening probably really quickly. Like they have no time to tuck their hair back, or shuffle, like they’re having a convo. It’s kinda weird if you think too deeply about it.

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PostSubject: Re: Dare Topic   Fri Apr 29, 2016 4:41 am

No idea what you're talking about.

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The shy stutterers. They’re awkward, they can’t speak, like christ, it would annoy you so fucking much if it wasn’t in RP, you’re lucky you don’t have to hear them IRL. They generally get walls of text explaining what they’re actually feeling inside, but as an RPer rp-ing with this character, you have to try so hard to make sure that your character doesn’t know things OOC.



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The bitches. They’re confident, they know they’re on top. Characterised by picking fights for no fucking reason at all, and IRL they would have gone to Juvie. Usually they have some sad-ish backstory involving daddy issues, but it’s only touched on when they’re having a shit day (or the rper remembers).



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The playboy/girls. They’re hot shit. They flirts with the girls, and/or boys. They whips out corny pick up lines, or make moves on you way too quick but it some how works. You ship your characters with them, but in reality, if anyone was like this to you, you’d run for the hills. It’s borderline harassment, really.


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PostSubject: Re: Dare Topic   Sun May 01, 2016 11:45 pm

drinking buddies
pls close ur eyes if u r a child



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There was something beautiful in the way they found each other. They were both so afraid to love, and yet they couldn't stop themselves from loving one another. Kimply was really the only one that truly saw Evelyn, and in a way Evelyn was the only one that truly saw Kimply. She was loud and fierce and at times too much, while Evelyn was everything her opposite.

It didn't really start until after Jace left for Europe. Evelyn had found solace in the bottle and while Kimply tried to do everything in her power to be there for her friend, in her eyes it was never enough. So instead of preventing Evelyn, Kimply decided it was best to simply be there for her to make sure she didn't do anything she'd regret. After all, everyone needed a drinking buddy.


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Evelyn was grasping the bottle of Fireball tightly when Kimply knocked on her door. Her eyes widened and she looked around for a place to hide it. "H-hold on!" She put the bottle in her bedside table drawer with all the others. Empty bottles of rum and vodka clattered around as she opened and closed the drawer, and Evelyn winced. That would be hard to explain. She stood up and opened the door, peering out to where just a sliver of her face was visible. "Y-yes?"

Kimply couldn't help but smile at how adorable her best friend was. "Let me in?" She asked softly.

Evelyn couldn't really say no, so she opened the door and sat on her bed, looking at her friend curiously. Kimply was really the only person she was truly comfortable around. And Jace. She had been comfortable around Jace. Shoving the thought out of her head, she waited for Kimply to speak. When she didn't say anything, Evelyn waited a moment before giving in. "W-w-what do y-you need?"

Kimply had just been walking around the room, looking at everything with a casual air to her. Her pacing did nothing but set Evelyn ever more on edge. Stopping by the bedside table, Kimply looked at it with a melancholy glow to her eyes before opening it and pulling out the bottle of fireball. Evelyn's eyes widened and she stood, attempting to explain herself but falling on her words more than usual. Kimply held out a hand to silence her. "Drink with me, yeah? You're not the only one who needs a break every now and then."

This was not where Evelyn had been expecting this to go, but it was better than Kimply scolding her for drinking. So she knew. So she was okay with it. She could live with that. "Al-alright. If you can hold y-your liquor..." She joked lightly, and Kimply smiled softly. "I'll do my best." She said, sitting down beside the other girl on the bed and taking a swig of the cinnamon whiskey. Immediately she started coughing and handed the bottle to Evelyn who couldn't help giggle while she watched her friend struggle to deal with the drink. While she watched, she took a sip, uneffected. At this point, she was used to the burn.

"Y-you good, Kimp?" She asked, placing a hand on the girls back, who nodded and attempted to play it off casually. "Something in my throat, is all. Here, let me wash it down." She took the bottle and this time handled it much better than before. Soon, they started handing it off in turn until Evelyn finished the last sip from the bottle, leaving them both comfortably drunk.

"I-I m-m-miss him." Evelyn started after a few minutes of silence. She was drowning in her sorrows, her mind playing back the times she'd spent with Jace. Kimply sighed. She was a happy drunk, and somehow she didn't think her optimism would be welcome here. She slung an arm around Eve's shoulders, pulling her close. They were so close, she could smell the fireball on her friend's breath. Or was that her's? They were mingled together anyway.

"Boys are shit, Eve. All the ever do is walk out on you and forget about you and talk about sports, it's terrible. You don't need boys. Boys are the fucking worse. You know what you need? Friends. Friends are always there for you. Friends don't leave you to cry for 14 years of your life and then decide to be shitty once you find them." Maybe Kimply was a sad drunk after all. She shook her head to clear her thoughts. Turning her head, she realized how close she was to Evelyn. Her breathe caught in her throat. "We only need each other, Eve."

Evelyn didn't really know what to say. She just stared at Kimply with wide eyes. It wasn't really Jace's fault he left, she told herself. But at the same time, he wasn't here right now. When she needed him. But Kimply was there. Kimply was always there. She was the only person who saw her for who she truly was. In fact, she was the only person who saw her at all. And that had to mean something. In the back of her mind she told herself it was just the whiskey talking, but in reality she knew better. These feelings had always been there, she just wasn't ready to face them. Perhaps now she was. "K-Kimply I-I-"

When they looked back on it, neither was quite sure who started the kiss. One moment they were looking at each other with wide eyes and the next their lips were touching. It was soft lips on soft lips in a gentle, sweet first kiss. Kimply could honestly say she'd never felt anything like this before. She had kissed plenty of boys, and she wasn't sure if this was so much better because it was a girl, or because it was the girl she loved.

Evelyn deepened the kiss quickly, her eyes shut tight as she let herself be submerged in the moment. In one quick movement, she turned and threw her leg over Kimply's lap, straddling the girl. Kimply gasped in surprise, giving Evelyn the opportunity to lick her bottom lip and the push her tongue into Kimply's mouth. The pink haired girl couldn't hold back the slight moan as her hands roamed up Evelyn's back with a mind of their own. She tangled her hands in Evelyn's hair and pulled gently, gaining control of the kiss. Stars shot behind Evelyn's eyes, whether it was from the pain, the pleasure, or the liquor, she couldn't tell.

Pulling back, Kimply looked into the other girl's eyes, searching for something. "Is this okay?" She asked, and the world seemed to stop around them while they stayed in their little bubble.

Evelyn paused, thinking about it. For a moment, Jace came to her mind, but she shoved the thought away. He wasn't here. Kimply was. And in that moment that's all that mattered. She smiled softly, nodding her response. Then she turned her attention to Kimply's shirt, looking up for permission. Kimply nodded, and Evelyn slowly began unbuttoning her top with shaky hands.

There were giggles and bright eyes as clothes started coming off, and it was something neither of them had ever experienced. There was a moment of confusion when the clothes finally did come off. After all, neither had done this before and they weren't quite sure how to go about it. Kimply took a moment to admire Evelyn's body before deciding she wanted to do everything in her power to make the girl feel good. After all, that's why she was here. She gently pushed on the purple eyed girl until she laid against the bed with Kimply above her. "You okay?" She asked, looking for any regret in the eyes of the girl under her.

"P-please." Evelyn responded softly, nodding, and that's all Kimply needed. She travelled down Evelyn's body, leaving a trail of kisses and hickeys in her path. She took a moment to appreciate each boob, kissing and fondling them while Evelyn squirmed underneath her touch. Then she moved lower, until she reached her panties. Purple with a little white bow, which Kimply couldn't help take a moment to appreciate how cute they were. "It's a shame you're going to get these so wet, Eve." She murmured, looking up and meeting the eyes of her friend. Holding her gaze, she leaned lower and began kissing up and down each thigh. "S-stop teasing." Evelyn was getting impatient, and Kimply was nothing if not a tease. She wasn't surprised it transitioned to the bedroom as well.

Kimply briefly considered making the girl beg for it, but this was about Evelyn tonight. If she had the pleasure of getting another chance at this, she'd certainly tease Evelyn until she begged. But until then, she slowly pulled the underwear down, over Evelyn's cute butt and down her soft pale legs. She then leaned down and dragged her tongue along Evelyn's inner folds, finally getting to work. Her tongue worked against her clitoris, flicking at it and Evelyn couldn't stop herself from moaning and bucking up. Kimply took a moment to tie her hair up and place her arm against Eve's stomach, holding her in place before she went down again.

This time, her other hand got to work as well. While her tongue worked the clit, Kimply began fingering the girl below her. Slowly at first, before she quicked the speed and added another finger. She had to push down to keep the other girl from bucking up and breaking Kimply's nose.

At this point Evelyn couldn't stop her moans, and Kimply briefly worried about Ethan hearing them, but that was in the back of her mind. She was too drunk and too horny to care about much else in the moment that didn't involve getting Evelyn to come. Her hand was cramping up, and she came up with an alternative solution. "Eve, babe. Sit on my face." After all, she'd always wanted to try this.

Evelyn paused, but she was really too far gone to care at this point. She crawled over to Kimply who laid herself down and straddled the pink haired girl's face. She really looked beautiful like this. Kimply immediately grabbed Evelyn's thighs and went to work, her tongue working at the vagina. Evelyn gently rocked, lost in the pleasure, her clit occasionally hitting Kimply's nose and sending sparks of pleasure through her body. She was on cloud nine, her breath coming out in short bursts and quiet moans. Then she was silent as she held her breath and reached her climax. Kimply helped her ride through it, and after a moment Evelyn moved away from Kimply's face. She sat up, a dazed look in her eye, part from the sex and part from the whiskey.

They both looked at each other for a while, content with just being there. Then, Evelyn moved in for a kiss. She pulled away when she tasted herself on her lips and giggled, surprised. "N-next time, I'll take care of you... Y-yeah?" Kimply couldn't do much more than nod, and she pulled herself and Evelyn under the covers and spooned the other girl. She drifted off to sleep with the promise of a next time fresh in her mind. And if she was lucky, a time after that. And a time after that. And maybe, just maybe, they'd have forever.

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PostSubject: Re: Dare Topic   Mon May 02, 2016 12:11 am

It had been so long, almost too long, since that night at the Shrieking Shack. The howls that had been heard there were the talk of the school for over a week since their occurrence, the students of Beata unable to contain themselves. Despite all the talk and rumors, there were two students that seemed either unable or unwilling to share in the gossip, something that should have been a tip off but to the oblivious other students, it was just in their nature.

Roo was having a hard time keeping everything that had happened to herself. She couldn’t forget the feeling of being with Rainy, the feeling of losing herself to all of those feelings, the feeling of losing herself inside the love of her life. Her attention was slipping in classes, her grades started slipping, but she didn’t care. The mere thought of that night was fresh in her mind.

Rainy, however, couldn’t be more conflicted. Everything felt so right with Roo, felt so good. It was the best night she had spent with anyone. Sure, the explaining to Wild the next day was difficult, and she had to dodge questions from her friends all afternoon, avoiding everything she could in order to keep suspicion away from Roo and on her. Wild was curious, but he was kind enough to not press the issue. But just like Roo, although she didn’t know it, her own grades were slipping and she was struggling to pay attention. She was also losing sleep. It was becoming harder and harder to keep up her appearance, doing her hair and makeup every day in a way she never would have guessed she could have, looking up YouTube tutorials even though the internet was blocked at school, struggling to stay awake long enough to eat breakfast and appear human.

The Hufflepuff couldn’t help it. Every time she thought about or saw Roo, she kept remembering the whole night. The feel of Roo inside her was unforgettable, the confession she had never thought was coming, the feeling of coming again and again because of the pleasure she was feeling. It turned her cheeks red more times than she could count, making it difficult to keep everything from Wild.

Wild.

She couldn’t hurt him, she didn’t want to. After all, he was so good to her, and he was so perfect and sweet and kind. He was such a good person and he didn’t deserve to be hurt. But Roo.

Rainy didn’t go to their writing club that week. She couldn’t face Roo again, not when she was so unstable and ready to fall for anything. Gosh, if she could just get a fresh start, maybe experience some kind of head trauma and forget everyone and have to go home and never see anyone again. Yeah, that might work. Did the Obliviate charm work if you used it on yourself? She decided on researching that later.

For now, however, she was crammed into a stall in the third floor girl’s bathroom, seated on the toilet with her feet pulled up, awkwardly trying not to slip off the seat or let her robes fall in the water. No tears were in her eyes, no physical signs of stress on her face, although her stomach was turning so fast it felt like Mount trying to apologize for things. There was no way she could avoid things forever. Roo wanted to know if they could be together forever like destiny demanded and Wild deserved to know the truth about what had happened, especially when they hadn’t done so much as kissed for longer than two minutes. She and Roo had spent the whole night together, learning more intimate things than they even knew about themselves. They shared a connection deeper than any she had ever witnessed, both physically and emotionally. There was graffiti on the stall wall that said “RAYN IZ A SLUT !!” She had to agree.

As the girl finally steeled herself to leave the stall, she heard the sound of someone else entering the restroom, entering their own stall. She couldn’t leave now. She was supposed to be in class. What if it was a prefect? Or worse, a teacher? Trapped here, frozen midway to getting off the seat, Rainy froze, listening hard to the sounds of the other person. Silently, she waited to hear the normal sounds of someone preparing to use the bathroom for its intended purpose. Instead, she heard sniffling and shaky breaths, the unmistakable sounds of someone crying.

Well, crap. She was stuck here longer than she thought. The ever-increasing feeling of awkwardness at not being the only person in the bathroom started getting to Rain, as well as the strong sense that she should say something and offer help, maintaining the reputation of a 7th year Hufflepuff student. Curse the Sorting Hat for putting her there.

With a deep breath, she finally put her feet on the floor, the gentle movement making a soft tapping sound on the floor. Immediately, the sounds from the other stall stopped. Oh, dear, she’d made them uncomfortable. This wasn’t good at all. Slowly, painfully, as though she hadn’t just been about to reveal herself, she undid the lock on the door and pulled it open, the hinges creaking loudly and echoing off the tiled walls despite her silent begging for it to remain silent. The other person was completely silent, not even moving within their stall. It was now or never.

“Hello?”

Rainy’s unnaturally high-pitched voice rang through the bathroom, almost an exact mimic of the door that had creaked open. It made her cringe in embarrassment, but she listened for a response. There was a sniffle, but no voice responded, something that long ago would have told her to leave. She bit her lip before speaking again.

“Are you alright? Do you need anything?” she said, her voice returning to normal. There was a pause before she heard, “Rainy? Mate?”

Shit.

“Uh, yeah. Roo?”

There was a shuffling before the sound of another door being unlocked filled the room and the other stall door opened to reveal the Gryffindor Rainy couldn’t stop thinking about, her eyes red from crying, but a hopeful look on her face took away the sadness, causing Rainy’s heart to skip a beat. There she was. It had been too long. Her entire body ached at seeing her lover, wanting to be close to her again. It would be wrong to do it again, to be so intimate, especially when she had yet to tell Wild about anything that had happened. Was she being selfish? Keeping Roo to herself? Did she care?

What would Helga Hufflepuff have to say about this?

“Rainy, I--”

Before the Gryffindor could say much else, Rainy had grabbed her by the upper arms and pulled her close, pressing her lips to Roo’s. For a moment, the other girl didn’t respond, her cheeks still wet from crying and her body tensing, but she relaxed into the kiss, her hands easily finding Rainy’s waist and pulling her body flush against her own. The bathroom was silent for a long time, although Rainy’s mind was whirling. Now that she had Roo here, every one of her most primal instincts were coming to life. She wanted to beg for more, beg for the dirtiest most horrible things, and she would enjoy all of them, she knew it. Roo would take care of her. Just like last time…

“Wait,” Roo whispered, pausing with her nose brushing Rainy’s. The Hufflepuff let out a small whine, impatient but wanting to obey. Her hands roamed while Roo spoke, grabbing everywhere she could, pulling her lover closer. They had plenty of time before class was out, right? “Is this what you want? Because, mate, you’ve been avoiding me for the past 2 weeks and it’s really hurting my feelings. You’re still with Wild. What do you want?”

“You,” Rainy growled in Roo’s ear, her hands grasping fistfuls of her robes and pulling her even closer, if it were possible. They were in their element here, somehow, the faucet dripping providing a rhythm for their love making. A soft moan escaped Roo’s lips and she gripped Rainy’s wrist tightly, twisting it in a way that forced the other girl to crouch, her chin tilted so that she looked up into her master’s eyes.

“Then prove it,” she whispered back, her voice dangerously edgy. Eager to please, Rainy hurriedly gripped the edge of Roo’s skirt and pulled it down, revealing those boy shorts with the dizzyingly large bulge inside, a bulge that was rapidly becoming a tent that stood testament to Roo’s arousal. Roo pulled the elastic that was hold Rainy’s hair up, shaking it loose with a hand before lacing her fingers through the thick locks, using the girl’s hair as a stabilizer for herself, watching the girl fall to her knees and start kissing the bulge through the thin fabric, her hands holding Roo’s legs. She wanted Roo so desperately, but she wanted to please her, too, and pleasing her meant waiting her turn. This would be as hard as Roo’s cock.

Slowly, Rainy pulled down the last article of clothing separating her mouth from the delicious treat she wanted so badly, her mouth practically watering at the sight of the full erection. It made her knees weak and her hands shake. With a simper, she glanced up at Roo, who she could see was waiting with little patience. Not wanting to make her master wait any longer, Rainy readily put her mouth over the end and proceeded to push her head as far forward as she could. She had a bad gag reflex, but something about this situation was different. Her nose didn’t even reach the base of the shaft, and she pushed further, making a choking sound as the back of her throat was tickled.

Whatever she was doing seemed to be doing the trick for Roo. The Gryffindor was groaning as Rainy pulled her mouth away, a string of saliva stretching from her lips to the tip of the girl’s cock, evidence of how deep she was willing to go for their love. Several more times, Rainy engulfed the thick dick in her small mouth, her hand wrapping around the part of the shaft she couldn’t quite fit in her throat, making as much noise as possible since it seemed to really turn Roo on. As they settled into a rhythm, Roo started to move her own hips, doing a lot of the work for Rainy instead of making her move so much, despite that being the submissive’s job. Whatever worked for her master, she didn’t care.

Without much warning, she was dragged to her feet, Roo’s hand still gripping her by the hair, forcing her to turn around and bend over the counter. Rainy couldn’t help but groan happily, excited to finally experience some of the fun. Roo pulled Rainy’s skirt up, sliding the hem towards the girl’s ribcage, leaving only her lacy panties in the way. With no patience left in her quivering self, Roo merely pulled the thin fabric out of her way before guiding herself to Rainy’s wet entrance, the tight hole ready for the thick cock to fill it. And fill it it did.

“O-o-oh yeah,” moaned Rainy, her hands gripping the edge of the sink as Roo hardly waited for her to adjust. It wasn’t Rainy’s duty to be prepared for her master. It pleasured her master more to enter her when she wasn’t quite ready. She earned herself a slap on the rear for her noise. A quick learner, the Hufflepuff fell silent, biting her lip in an effort to keep sound from escaping, leaving all the sounds to Roo.

With each thrust, the Gryffindor filled Rainy entirely, the feeling almost painful but the pleasure far outweighing any discomfort, and Rainy stood with her legs spread enough to allow Roo the best access to her. Thrusting deep, hard, and fast, it didn’t take long for Roo to start grunting and moving erratically, every motion starting to lose coordination. Rainy wanted so badly to cry out for Roo to cum, but she couldn’t. The possible consequences far outweighed the rewards. Instead, she listened as Roo came with a howl similar to the last time, a warmth filling her insides and overflowing, dripping down her legs with a sickening slowness.

Just as she’d learned, Rainy detached herself and turned, dropping to her knees so fast she was sure she damaged them, but she didn’t care as she took Roo in her mouth once again, sucking every last drop of the deliciousness out and swallowing it like a good girl. Without hesitation, the moment Roo was sure she was clean, she pulled her underwear and skirt up. In the same motion, she pushed Rainy backwards towards the counter, grabbing her roughly at the waist and lifting her the small height to sit on the counter.

“For being such a good, obedient girl,” Roo said, her hands gripping Rainy’s thighs and sliding upwards, her thumbs following the inner thigh and stopping just before the sub’s panties, “I’ll give you a reward. Don’t get used to it.”

“Th-thank you,” Rainy gasped, barely getting the words out before Roo’s finger had entered her, starting to move in and out with the same aggression her cock had. In no time at all, there was a second finger with the first. Soft gasps and moans slipped from Rainy’s tongue; she would be allowed this time, right? It was her turn now.

Roo’s mouth found the smooth skin of her lover’s neck, kissing and biting and leaving marks everywhere, marking her territory. Rainy’s hands gripped Roo’s upper arms, her head thrown back as she let her master reward her. She had been a good girl, such a good girl, she deserved this, she’d pleasured her master…

While Roo’s fingers pumped in and out of Rainy, twisting and finding different speeds and occasionally curling upwards to extract a particularly rough grown, the Gryffindor’s other hand moved from her lover’s thigh and her thumb slid between Rainy’s folds, locating her clitoris and circling it slowly. It was all Rainy could do to sit still and allow her master to treat her like the queen.

Finally, she started reaching her climax, heat pooling in her region and the metaphorical coil within her starting to tighten. It was with a loud cry that she finally came around Roo’s fingers, her fingernails digging into her master’s shoulders. Once she had ridden out all the waves, Rainy relaxed, her legs feeling weak and a permanent smile on her face. What a mess they had made together.

“Promise me you’ll never say goodbye,” she murmured, pulling Roo close.

“I’ll never tell a lie and hurt you,” Roo promised, giving the most gentle kiss on Rainy’s lips.

And poor Wild still didn’t have a clue.

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PostSubject: Re: Dare Topic   Mon May 02, 2016 12:45 pm

An excerpt from my 800 word love confession to Jay (thanks Rain) wrote:
I love you like Rain loves the feel of Pikachu's giant knotted futa cock inside of her, pumping away. ... I need your frothy, tangy truffle butter.

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PostSubject: Re: Dare Topic   Mon May 02, 2016 1:57 pm

I'm interested. Give the whole confession from top to bottom. Slay is the ultimate brOTP.

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PostSubject: Re: Dare Topic   Mon May 02, 2016 2:06 pm

Echo wrote:
I'm interested. Give the whole confession from top to bottom. Slay is the ultimate brOTP.

These words are meant only for two pure lovers.

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PostSubject: Re: Dare Topic   Mon May 02, 2016 2:14 pm

I'm disappointed, but that's understandable.

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PostSubject: Re: Dare Topic   Mon May 02, 2016 7:30 pm

Despite all the build-up of living with the two girls that had caused him the most grief he’d ever experienced in his life, Owen was finding living in a dorm with Madison and Nicola much more pleasant than he had previously assumed it would be. The three were quickly becoming closer friends. They shared homework troubles, snacks, late night television marathons, and comfort. School was starting to feel more like home to the boy.

It had been a month since the dorm changes. A Friday night that found Owen lounging on the sofa, his feet kicked up on the coffee table, a bowl of popcorn on his lap that had gone cold as he got distracted by the rerun that was playing. As the show changed to commercial, the door to the room opened and allowed Nicola entrance, a grocery bag hanging off her arm as she closed the door behind her, her light hair trailing down her back and swinging with her motion. Politely, Owen muted the television, waiting to ask her what she had brought back. He watched as she shed her jacket, tossing it over the back of the chair as she walked around its edge and flopped into it, her feet joining his on the table and crossing at the ankles. Her personality had become more pronounced in the time they’d spent in this dorm, he had noticed. Her lazy confidence started to seem more like it was being faked than anything else, but still unsure, Owen merely rolled with it a lot of the time.

As he watched her, she reached into her bag and pulled out a box of-- Pocky? He couldn’t help feeling baffled at this. Hadn’t they had enough trouble over such a simple snack? She popped the top and dug into the bag for one of the chocolate covered sticks, easily placing one end between her lips and biting through the cracker. Nicola seemed to take no notice of Owen, staring blankly at the muted television screen instead, slouching slightly in her chair, the weight of the week apparently weighing on her small shoulders. The boy looking at her didn’t seem to notice he was staring until she said, “Enjoying the view? Channel’s back.”

Embarrassed, he unmuted the screen once more, the sounds of a laugh track breaking the silence suddenly. Owen wasn’t paying attention anymore despite his eyes being fixed on the flashing colors broadcast through his screen. His mind was whirling as it so often had since he arrived at the school, whirling with weird feelings and thoughts and strange images, images that he’d seen before but had changed slightly, involving a different person than usual…

“Hey, Flashlight, want one or not?”

He was shaken from his thoughts by the girl’s voice. Turning his head, he saw that she had extended the box to him, a clear offer that he had apparently been ignoring for who knew how long. Without a word, he leaned forward, his feet falling to the floor as he placed the popcorn bowl on the table and stretched to stick his own fingers in the package, grabbing one of the treats for himself. He took a bite of it, hardly sparing a look for Nicola, worried that looking into her eyes would betray the weird thoughts he was suddenly having. He cursed himself for staying friends with these girls. They would be the death of him one way or another, he just knew it.

“Are you really into this show?” she asked him, pulling him from his thoughts once again. Smoother than before, he shrugged, his free hand wrapping around the remote and muting the volume once more.

“There isn’t really anything else on,” he said truthfully. He had spent twenty minutes channel surfing before settling on the most exciting program of all the boring ones. “Why? Was there something you wanted to watch?” Owen had extended the remote to her before she responded to him.

“Nah, I had an idea of something else we could do,” Nicola said, a sly smile pulling on the corners of her mouth, something Owen had come to learn meant she was planning something. Wanting to play along, he shut off the television before giving her his full attention.

“Pray tell, what was your idea?”

Instead of using words, the girl pulled her hat off, revealing the top of her head with several flyaways following the static trail left by the cap, which she set on the corner of the table closest to her as she leaned forward, copying Owen’s position. Elbows resting on her knees, she dug into the package for another Pocky stick. Realizing where this was going, the boy felt a jolt through his chest. Would he be able to go through with this? Another round of this stupid game, the one that had gotten them in trouble before, the one he had never been a part of? Yet as Nicola’s eyes flicked up to his, something felt right. Madison wasn’t here. She didn’t have to know. Would she even care? With less than two feet of space between him and Nicola, all thoughts of Madison left the boy’s mind.

Pocky in mouth, held tightly between her teeth, Nicola seemed to have lost her smirky attitude, an uncertainty giving her face an impassive look. Owen almost faltered, the strangeness of this situation filling him with hesitation, but the past several months had been so uneventful, he needed something, anything, to give him some excitement. Having already seen the game in action, he knew what he had to do, what it would lead to. Still, he closed the small space and placed his own mouth over the opposite end of the stick.

Silence pressed on his ears as he tried not to focus on how close he and Nicola were. He nearly missed that she had already started to chew on her end, hurriedly joining her and slowly closing the space between them more than it had already been. The silence was replaced by the rushing of blood in his ears, dizziness in his head, tightness in his chest. Was he really doing this? Was this actually happening? What were they thinking, doing something like this? Madison could be back any moment, Madison would see, Madison. . .

Their lips suddenly met as the biscuit disappeared. For a brief moment, Owen was frozen, waiting to see what Nicola would do and sensing a tension in her lips. He took a second to swallow the food that was in his mouth, his eyes closed, giving up everything to feeling instead of seeing. Did he want this? Did she want this? What the hell were they doing?

Just as he decided he’d better pull away, Nicola kissed him gently, tentatively, her lips fitting with his perfectly, more perfectly than he ever would have dared imagine. He responded in kind, perhaps more excitedly than he meant to, feeling the surprise in her as he leaned in, nearly falling off the edge of the couch where he sat. One of his hands came up, cupping her face carefully, holding her close as the kiss deepened. Both of them were nervous, the feeling strong in the slow way they kissed, but Owen found himself relaxing into it, somehow finding this natural and easing into taking the lead, his other hand resting open palmed on her knee. Her hand was on his arm, equally prepared to pull him closer or push him away. He could forget so much like this.

A sound startled both of them away, each springing back to their original seat as though they were children that had been caught misbehaving. In a way, they had. Owen looked to the source of the noise to see Madison had entered the room, the door still open behind her, a dumbfounded look on her face as she stared, wide-eyed, from Nicola to Owen and back again before straying to the box of Pocky lying on the table.

“Madison, I… I…” Owen floundered for words. His face was hot with shame, his hands clasped between his knees as though they would prevent him from doing anything worse. Not that things could get worse from here. Twice now, the Pocky had betrayed Madison. It had backed her into a corner and now she was trapped in another, expression not much different than a literal deer in headlights. Nicola didn’t even try to say anything, merely reaching for her cap and putting it back on her head, every movement unnaturally calculated, clearly anticipating a disagreement.

In a small voice, their shocked friend murmured, “Sorry, I’ll come back later.” And just like that, she was gone from the room again.

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PostSubject: Re: Dare Topic   Mon May 02, 2016 7:32 pm

When the pocky goes too far

Madison opened her eyes against the early rise of the sun, fighting a headache and looking out sleepily to the purple sky's heavenly dawn. What time was it? Further pain blossomed from her temple as she swung her feet to the ground, and despite her aching fatigue, she rubbed the sleep from her eyes. Meanwhile, monsters loomed, stayed in corners and said nothing, relapsing into the shadows to endure the daytime. She watched the bubbly, snakeish fiends recoil. Then, she felt a pressure across her bed, a soft turning, followed by a delicate 'hmph.'
The girl whipped her head around to see Nicola. She was nose-deep under the covers, eyes tightly shut, save for the occasional flutter they gave. Was she going to stir? Would she scream if there was a stir? The girl remained in her slumber, and Madison watched, frozen, not wanting to wake Nicola, the figure in her bed. What had led to their sharing of a bed? Why couldn't she remember anything of the night prior? Madison's forehead still beat with a long, droning, drum of an ache, and she shut her eyes tightly. She massaged her neck of the tightness it exuded. She looked down.
She was naked.
At this discovery, Madison shot up from the side of the bed, now completely awake, backing away from where her friend was, if 'friend' was the word in question. Her face was a vivid red, and she rummaged through her drawer for underwear and a t-shirt. As if Nicola's eyes were on her in her dressing, in a way imagining she was, anticipating and embracing the moment when Nicola's fluttering eyes would become wakeful eyes, and look at her. This endured until she was covered enough to breathe. She leaned against the windowsill, and breathed, looking hard at the figure in her bed, and wondering how it came to that. Was that what she always wanted? She shook in the dawn chill, in the idea of what happened the night prior, and if she wanted to remember it or not. Her mom was always clamoring about her meeting a boy. Last time she checked, Nicola was a girl.
It was a Sunday. She would not have drank unless there was a day to wait out the hangover that ensued. Madison shifted on the balls of her feet, drew a breath, and stood up from her loiter. Her mien was still touched with the spell of Hypnos, pale and soft her lips drew back, and she tiptoed towards the door, perhaps to get some water or to wake up Owen, or to climb into Owen's bed and think of a life lived differently, a night carried differently. She breathed. Her bed creaked with the pressure of a body rolling over, a magnetized head attracted to her own body, and a small voice called: "Madison...?"
Madison froze. She stood in the doorway, back turned to her lover, and that doorway became a barrier. She could never leave, and she no longer wanted to. It was dawn, after all, and they had to have stayed up long into the AM hours. Yes, that's right, they did. Madison turned on her heels, brushing past monsters that grasped loosely at her hips. She returned to the bedside, and lightly throwing over the covers, crawled into bed with Nicola. The smaller girl pulled closer to her.
"I love you," the girl whispered.
"I love you too," Madison replied, kissing her head.

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She looked him straight in the eyes. She could tell there was guilt there, Jonathan's eyes only meeting hers in a flicking gaze. She knew he was stressed, was a little unstable, but she could never guess he'd suggest that! There was a disgust in her voice as she glared at him and spoke: "Why would you suggest that?"
"You have no choice, Maiz," he said, trying to keep up an air of cunning. His smile was slim but shaky. "I mean, we've been mates for a while. Don't you want to see how it'd be to try something more?"
The sincerity in his eyes as he tried to justify it was sickening. Maisie said nothing to what he said, looking down in her bag to where the folder lay. She swallowed. It was either do what he asked, or get called out for working with Argona's Force. Maisie gave him a dark look, and shook her head. It'd be fine. She'd just get it over with.
She said she wanted to do it on the rooftop, their rooftop, their hiding spot where they'd hang out before Jonno got in that coma. She didn't trust him, not in the way he was; he talked the same way, but there was a monotone in his voice, and he was suggesting THIS of her. She wanted to make sure he wouldn't go farther, that there was a voice to hear them if she wished to give a shout. It was worth giving up the spot. She kneeled down on the gravel, the stones of the concrete surface rubbing at her thighhighs as she brought a shaking hand to his pants.
"Should I...?" she looked up at him, to which he blushed and nodded. He was actually blushing, trying to act like it was some kind of cute moment. She shook her head, and unzipping his pants, pulled at what was inside. It immediately sprang out, and she was taken aback by its vivacity, flinching a bit as it came from his jeans with a sudden jump. She examined it, realizing just how naive she was at those acts. She could roll a joint scraping weed out of the bottom of a bag and using a NECO wafer wrapper, could chug two bottles of beer without getting buzzed, but she felt like an innocent little puppy when faced with a stupid old cock. She put a finger to it. It jumped.
"Nate's gonna like hearing about your new job, ey Maiz?" There was a new courage in Jonathan's voice, as if he summoned the will to rid himself of his previous regrets. She looked up at him with scorn, mumbling a 'Fuck you,' and cautiously put her mouth around the tip. She noticed it glowed with a heat, something adverse to any part of his body. She'd touched him on the arm before, the face, the hand, but this seemed hotter than all of those. Carefully, she ran her tongue over the bottom of the head, hearing him moan and wanting to bite him right there. She knew it wouldn't help her cause to wound him in such a place, however, and continued her work, coming up for air and going back down, farther that time, an audible suck coming as she moved her mouth. It tasted awful, as she expected. Still, she was moving slowly, and she felt his hand move to her head, groping her hair.
"The faster I finish," she heard his quiet voice say over the wind, "The faster you do."
She felt his fingers move through her hair softly as she picked up the pace, moving her tongue more than she had originally, trying to get him to wherever he was trying to go. All the while, the petting of her head turned into more of a grip, and he made more sounds. "Maisie..." he murmured. "Keep going, keep going."
And she did, going faster and more meticulous, in a rhythm, until she heart him groan: "Cumming, cumming..."
She immediately pulled her mouth out from over his dick, and was met with a hot burst of liquid on her face, streaking up her mouth. She spat vitriolically, wiping the goo off of her and watching it stick unceremoniously to her hand.
There was a pause as he breathed, looking down at her. Finally, he spoke.
"Maisie, I'm sorry..."
And she didn't respond. Not then, not ever.

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PostSubject: Re: Dare Topic   Mon May 02, 2016 7:49 pm

I seem to have caught myself in a corner. Nicowen or Madola? They're both too good and are kickstarted by Pocky.

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PostSubject: Re: Dare Topic   Tue May 03, 2016 2:06 am

A dramatic reading of one of the smuts listed above. Enjoy, you sick audible freaks

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PostSubject: Re: Dare Topic   Wed May 04, 2016 12:33 am

Coldsteel the Hedgeheg

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PostSubject: Re: Dare Topic   Tue May 10, 2016 5:04 am

MY EYES BURN

MY SLIGHTLY INNOCENT EYES BURN

WHY

WHY DID THIS HAPPEN xDD









The better question is, why the fuck did I read all of it?

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