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First chapter of unnamed story

The young girl slammed her hand down on the alarm, for the fifth time that morning. A small and furry creature placed its paw on her, but she just curled up more. It walked up to her and sunk one of its sharp fangs into her hand. “OW!” the girl shouted. She then looked at her alarm. “Oh.” She screamed loudly when she saw the time and rushed out of bed, throwing on the clothes strewn around the room. “I tried to warn you, Kaira. You never learn.” A woman had walked into the room holding a tray of food and a glass of juice. “Thanks mum!” Kaira grabbed the juice, downed it, and snatched the toast. She sprinted down the stairs, only to trip at the bottom step. Her eyes flashed an amber colour and she nimbly twisted through the air and landed squarely on her feet. Kaira stepped out of the door and onto the street. As soon as she exited the door, a bundle of scales, horns and a tail crashed into her. “Ow Mai, that hurt.” “C’mon, we’ve gotta move.” She whistled and a huge horse appeared from thin air. Rather than a full head, the horse’s skull was completely exposed. The two girls climbed atop the horse and, after waiting for the small furry creature to leap into Kaira’s arms, Mai spurred the beast on by digging in her heels. Kaira and Mai traversed the gold-lined streets of the busy city with ease, occasionally dodging a pedestrian, or a magical tram. They arrived at a dead end, after dodging one tram too many. The entrance to the alleyway was blocked by a group of thugs. Kaira immediately noticed that they were armed. “You go on ahead Kaira, I’ll catch up.” Mai cracked her knuckles loudly and grinned. Kaira sighed and vaulted off the horse. She pressed her feet against the walls of the alleyway and shouted, releasing a blast of energy underneath herself. Her agility was nothing short of spectacular as she nimbly ran along the buildings. She landed behind the thugs and made a sweeping kick towards them, launching a shockwave that collided head-on with the group. Mai charged through the group on her horse and grabbed Kaira by the hand, sweeping her up onto horseback. They arrived at a huge building, one that towered over the others – one of the fabled Academia Arcane. This particular building was devoted to the art of summoning, which both Kaira and Mai showed talent for. The guards stepped aside as the pair walked through the gates and into the building. A tall man stood at the entrance to the main hall, checking the students faces for shade-rot, an affliction caused by expending too much mana in one sitting. When it came to Kaira, he clicked his tongue disdainfully, and wiped away the marks on her face “How much mana have you used today, Miss Kaira?” “Umm, about ten vitae?” “And how on earth did you manage that?” “Well… I got into a fight on the way here, I was blocked in an alleyway!” It was technically true, apart from ‘forgetting’ to mention the fact that her familiar had been active all night. She was way too embarrassed to admit that she couldn’t sleep without him. “She’s telling the truth, instructor. I was with her at the time of the fight, but I can’t fight very well. Kaira saved me.” Mai had put on the puppy dog eyes, which worked surprisingly well despite the demonic features. “Then why do you also have shade-rot, Miss Mai?” he said in a dull tone of voice. “Because I got out of bed late, I used my familiar to get us both here. We live on the other side of the city, so the journey takes it out of me.” Mai was a natural born liar; she could spin any tale into the truth, no matter how inconceivable. “Well it does seem like an adequate excuse, both of you. Head into class.” They turned to walk through the door. “Oh, and just a warning. Don’t make eye contact.” The two girls looked at each other with a confounded look on each of their faces. They kept the warning in mind as they walked into the classroom. Kaira stepped into the room and something flew and hit her in the stomach. She muttered something about déjà vu and looked at the floor. “Umm, are you alright?” She reached down and placed a hand on the boy’s shoulder. “Oh look, new students! Let’s hope these ones are a little more respectful. Ain’t that right, girls?” said a tall and bulky girl from the other side of the room. “I’m fine, used to it by now…” said the bundle of clothes on the floor. He picked himself up and dusted off his clothes. Mai looked the boy over, surprised to see a male summoner – the talent for summoning usually resided only in women. She offered him a pack of tissues to wipe up the nosebleed that his collision had given him. “Th-thanks.” They both noticed that he had avoided eye contact with both of the girls. “We aren’t going to hurt you, but could you explain why no one makes eye contact here?” Kaira asked softly. “You don’t know?” “No clue, to be honest.” “It’s because summoners’ eyes are… different to most peoples’. Look at mine.” The eyes in question were an azure blue, with red fire circling around the pupil. The pupil itself was a slit, much like that of a reptile’s. “See what I mean? It’s said that a lot can be learned from the eyes of a summoner, so most take it as a threat. I thought that was just a myth, hence my predicament. Name’s Mio, by the way.” He shook Mai and Kaira’s hands. “So, you’re a male summoner? I didn’t even know men could be summoners!” Mai asked excitedly. “I didn’t either, until one day I woke up with a room full of latent magical energy.” He laughed awkwardly and rubbed the back of his head. “But couldn’t that mean you’re a regular mage?” “Trust me, I am most definitely not a regular mage. I’ve got a contract. I don’t really like talking about it.” “Ah okay, sorry to intrude then.” Kaira knew what a hassle contracts could be, so she understood where the boy was coming from. “Where do we sit?” Mai piped up. “Umm, I guess over there?” Kaira pointed to the back of the classroom. The three made their way over, with Mio praying that there wouldn’t be any more trouble. The burly girl from earlier sauntered up to them and stared Kaira in the eyes. Kaira didn’t even blink. “If it’s a fight you want, I’ll happily give it to you. But you leave other people out of this.” The other girl shrugged and turned around, she had clearly seen something within her eyes. “She’s got balls, and a fiery spirit. I like her.” She turned to face Mio. “Sorry about our little… misunderstanding… won’t happen again. Names Cahmara.” “Mio.”

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First post (Smut)

The sounds of hammers striking metal resounded through the white-washed, blood-stained room. A girl lay in the centre of the room, bound to a steel table. Huge rods of iron jutted out in violent protrusions from her delicate frame. Her body was loosely covered with scraps of fabric, with not two pieces being of the same origin. Her black hair was matted and showed signs of being hacked at with a blunt blade. She spasmed from the intense pain as the hammer repeatedly crashed into the poles. Her eyes showed a dualistic nature: one was that of a frightened child, and the other filled with blazing fury – the eyes of a fighter. But fighter or no, she eventually succumbed to exhaustion and, despite the agony she was experiencing, unconsciousness claimed her. She awoke in her cell, with new scars. However no open wounds lay upon her form, or at least… her physical one. Termites skittered across the floor, which she quickly banished with a wave of superheated air from her palm. Disgusting creatures, she thought to herself. Suddenly her face fell sharply, as she remembered what tonight was. Her 'performance'. She started to freak out and slam her shoulders against the cell door, trying to break the hardened steel in a futile act of desperation. This continued for several minutes as she walked along the border of insanity. The black-haired girl eventually began to calm down, starting with the slowing of her breath. She took a deep intake of air and half sobbed, half sighed it out. She reached behind her back and down to the base of her spine. Her fingers naturally traced the curves of her body, until they reached a bandage. The signs of the manipulation were clear, even caressing her own skin got her this wound up; her breath was ragged and her insides burned with hellfire. She shook the thoughts of desperation out of her head and gently unwound the bandage. Her lower half, now completely exposed, sported a thin tail. She flexed the muscles at the bottom of her spine and the tail rapidly furled up. She had other bandages on her body, placing on her breasts, her scalp, and her hands. She began to remove the other bindings until she stood stark naked, with claws and horns. The guard walked by and grinned a sadistic smile, staring at her exposed body. She curled up into a ball to hide from the lecherous guardsman. “Oh don't worry Niome. I can't touch you till your performance is over. But then…” He grinned gleefully as he uttered those words, baring a sharp set of fangs. The man turned away, chuckling harshly. Not long after, a similarly modified woman walked up to her and threw a pile of clothes at her, all at least two sizes too small. “Get dressed. Soon we find out if you’re a show dog or a breeding bitch. Not that I’m bothered either way. In fact, I’m sure they’d love someone new. It’s been so long for them.” She stared at Niome with cold eyes, before reaching for her tail. She yanked it sharply and slapped Niome’s face. “Get. Dressed.” The girl, Niome, meekly obeyed. She new better than to invoke the ire of this one. After about five minutes of struggling, the clothes finally covered the most private areas of her body. A steel collar was clipped around her neck and she was led through various tunnels towards a stage. The collar was taken off, and the girl walked onto the stage. A large crowd of men, and even some women, had gathered to watch her. She had no choice – if she didn’t perform well… she didn’t even want to think what might happen to her. He looked at the crowd and flicked her hair back showing her face. She tried not to focus on the crowd, but one individual stood out to her, a young man holding a flask. Niome focused and wrapped one of her legs around the steel pole in the centre of the stage. She pulled herself towards it, pushing the metal in between her breasts. She twirled her body around gracefully, placing her other leg higher up on the pole, and then flipped upside down. She closed her legs so that they were tightly around the pole, and began to slide down. Several members of the crowd had already began to undo their belts, watching ecstatically as the poor girl degraded herself for them. However the rugged man from earlier merely reached into his pocket and gripped something. So much for him being different, she thought to herself. Niome turned slowly, easing out of the lace top she had been forced to wear. Soon her top half lay bare, all but for a black bra. She slowly lithered to the floor, mesmerizing the crowd with her movements and her body both. Several security guards had started to make their way through the crowd, surrounding the man with the flask. One of them placed a gun up to his head, but before he could pull the trigger, the young man pulled a pistol out of his pocket and started to fire at the other patrons and security guards. He twisted the nearest patron to him, an old and grizzled man, and used him to block several bullets from entering his own gut, then discarded the corpse to the ground. He dropped something on the floor which proceeded to explode in a violent flash of light and sound. Niome staggered around the stage until something charged into her, sweeping her off of her feet. It was not long until the dizziness took her, and she fell into unconsciousness once more. When she awoke, she was laying under a blanket, still wearing the garments from earlier. She sat up and looked around wearily. The first thing she noticed was that she was in a tent. This immediately prompted the question ‘where the fuck am I?’ to enter her head. She got up cautiously and pushed through the entry flap of the tent. Someone was already outside the tent: the rugged man from earlier. Although, she had to admit, he looked a lot better shirtless. His head snapped around, immediately looking at her, almost, topless figure. He stepped out of the river he was bathing in and smiled at her softly. That action was enough to set both her heart and body aflame. She believed the term was ‘eye candy’. Her insides burned ferociously and her thoughts had already turned more towards her lust-addled personality. He slowly approached, and very clearly saw the fear, and deprivation, in her eyes. He placed down the weapons he was carrying on the floor and slowly backed away from Niome. “That wasn’t the thing I wanted you to drop,” she managed to drag out of her throat. The rugged man tossed her an oilskin filled with water. She raised the container to her lips and poured the liquid down her throat, all-the-while keeping an eye on the mysterious male. He began to speak, which startled her – because despite being kidnapped by the handsome stranger, she had never heard him utter even a word – so she backed up and arched her back. “Easy there, I’m not gonna hurt you. I just want to take a look at your injuries.” The man was surprisingly soft-spoken, his appearance belied his voice. “My name is Leonidas, I’m a doctor.” Niome was clearly having a hard time suppressing her urges as she tried to hide her body behind the tent. “I can see you’re struggling; in the tent there are some pills. They will help suppress your… urges…” He slowly trailed off into silence. Niome shook her head vehemently – she was not taking any more medication after that place. “Okay, well as you can see I am unarmed, so come over here when you are ready." She slowly stepped out of the tent and took in the surroundings. They were in a forest, it was dark and somehow Leonidas’s body was glowing. She stood in front of him, her head barely coming up to his shoulders. He sat down and motioned for her to do the same. She did. “Where does it hurt?” “Are you also going to ask me on a scale of one to ten how much it hurts?” she snapped sarcastically. “Okay that was a stupid question, it’s going to hurt everywhere. Where does it hurt the most?” He was being calm and tolerant of her violent and chaotic personality – traits needed to be a doctor. She grabbed his hand and placed it upon her wrist, dragging it across her hand. He made no effort to resist, as he knew how badly that would end. “So your hands, is there anywhere else?” “There are… other places I could show you…” she hissed seductively whilst batting her eyelids. “Let’s just deal with your hands first.” Leonidas took a tube out of his bag and began to unfasten it. “This is local-anesthesia, to numb the pain.” He squeezed the tube and a blue jelly came out of it. He began to slowly massage it into her hands and forearms, taking care not to hurt her. He was soon finished, and walked Niome back to her tent and departed for his own. Hours passed as the demon seductress whiled the time away by thinking of her object of infatuation, namely Leonidas. She poked her head outside of the tent and it was pitch black, save for a small glow coming from roughly thirty meters away. She began to walk across the clearing and towards the source of light. She grinned as she thought to herself: ‘jackpot!’ – she had stumbled across Leonidas’s tent. Gingerly, she pushed open the entry flap and squeezed inside. She dropped to all fours and prowled across the doctor’s bare chest. She bit him gently to wake him and said: “Doc, you never gave me the full checkup. And it really hurts,” she whined in a child’s voice. Then, in a much more sultry tone, “so Leo, you going to show this lioness a good time?” Leo growled an affirmative response and rolled over, pinning Niome to the ground. The blanket fell away, exposing his large manhood. She gulped when she saw it, as its girth was roughly two-thirds of the width of her wrist. Its length was similarly impressive, standing at roughly ten inches. She reached down, running her hand along his throbbing erection. Grasping it firmly, she began a piston-like motion. Meanwhile, Leo had set his sights on exposing her breasts, a task which he successfully managed. He bit down on one of her nipples while circling it with his tongue. Already, the pleasure had become too much for Niome and fluids had started to gush from her lower lips. She lowered herself under him and waited. He slowly pushed inside of her until he reached her hymen, at which he stopped. He indicated for her to take a deep breath and sharply thrust into her pussy. Niome whimpered with pain and pleasure as the huge rod of meat churned her insides. She was soon gasping and screaming not long after that. She shouted out Leo’s name as he roughly took her. She had started to move her body in tandem with his, so that he was always inside her. He locked his lips against her mouth, and forced his entry with his tongue. The couple’s tongues writhed against one another, before her serpentine tongue wrapped around his more human appendage. She moaned and groaned into his mouth, her entire body vibrating with energy. Her tail reached around Leo’s body and wrapped around his leg, locking him in place. His thrusts became more erratic and wild, building up in speed. Niome tossed and turned under his weight, as he rubbed against her g-spot. He roared loudly, releasing a gush of semen inside of her, along with all of the pent-up rage he had been carrying. Niome, meanwhile, had tensed up entirely as her body froze from the waves of burning euphoria. She went completely limp soon after as her muscles gave way, leading her to collapse onto the floor. Leo withdrew his tongue from her mouth and rolled her over until she was on top of him, and planted a gentle kiss on her neck. His limp dick soon fell out of her gaping crevasse, and the fluids soon followed. They both lay there, panting, until Niome finally spoke. “I love you.” That was the last thing either of them heard before sleep overtook the exhausted couple.