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Weekly Contest #87
Pan was kicking back at the Club of Gods with the rest of the deities. He wasn't particularly wanted or welcome, but he was a god and, as such, they were stuck with him. It wasn't that he ever did anything annoying, other than stink the joint up. After all, his lower half was that of a goat, and Pan wasn't exactly the cleanest of gods. He was at a table with Jesus, Thor and Coyote. They were talking about mortals and the tricks they'd played on them. Pan told of how he tricked mortal women into having sex with him. Old news. Pretty much al...
Weekly Contest #86
Lizzy Green sat on her favorite bench in the park. She'd just gotten off a long shitty shift. Dealing with johns all night wasn't how she'd envisioned her life going. If it weren't for this bench and park, she might be tempted to end it all. At least, that's how she thought sometimes, especially after rough nights like last night. She'd serviced at least a dozen different men using her mouth, hands and other body parts and, at least for a while, held almost two grand for her work. Her pimp took the bulk of it, leaving her five hundred. He t...
Weekly Contest #84
I'm hungry "I'm hungry," was the first thought Alicia Blue thought upon waking. It was her first thought when she awoke, lately, and her last thought before going to sleep. "It didn't used to be this difficult to feed," she thought, rising out of her coffin as the sun sank below the horizon. Two years ago, Blue moved to this small community, picking it for its proximity to prime, untouched, hunting grounds. Thirty five miles southwest was a community of seventy thousand with two community colleges, ninety miles southeast was a moderate ci...
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