Seven Days 6

In jeans and a grey T-shirt, but with Carnal’s small black purse and Carnal’s phone and Carnal’s remaining cash, Laura used her own TTC pass to get to the park where she’d met Jaz. Things changed, but life went on: the familiar sights of a young mother fumbling with a stroller and her small child, a bearded man in rumpled clothing muttering to himself, a trio who were probably high-school students chattering at high speed. In the park, she spotted Jaz on a bench, her legs outstretched with her ankles crossed, absorbed in eating the ice cream cone in her…

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Seven Days 5

The unfortunate fact was, Laura would know her own twin bed anywhere. It hardly seemed worth opening her eyes. She wasn’t in a League cell yet, but it wasn’t like she had anything to look forward to. She was certainly unemployed again, and there was no need to look to know that she had no horns, no tail, no sensual curves—although, discordantly, the monster in her lower back was quiescent. That inexplicable bit of relief didn’t really outweigh the other part, but at least she didn’t need to immediately grab for pain meds. She wasn’t wearing her red dancer costume,…

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Seven Days 4

Almost showtime. Carnal checked her reflection with even more attention to detail than any of her previous appearances. This costume was absolutely gorgeous, the red of fresh blood with an abundance of golden spangles and pearly black and white beading, an elaborate top with short semi-detached sleeves trailing gauzy scarves and a complex layered skirt. She’d paid for it but asked the store to hold it for her until today—she’d known instantly that it was the one she wanted for her finale. She’d woken up with her right leg completely healed, as though nothing had ever happened, even though she…

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Seven Days 3

Carnal lounged on the hotel bed, nibbling on the last of the rather tasty platter of mixed appetizers from room service while she watched the news on her new phone. “The rogue dancer known as Carnal has struck again, this time disrupting a bridal fashion show in a mall downtown. The DJ, who swears he, quote, ‘just wanted to make her happy,’ played her signature track ‘Roxy Roller’ and two others she asked for. In an all-white version of a belly-dance costume, she invaded the stage and displaced the models, danced for the duration of the three songs in a…

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Seven Days 2

Morning brought sunlight and a wonderful sense of peace and anticipation, but not the slightest disorientation or confusion. Laura rolled out of bed, and scavenged whatever was left in her kitchen before stepping into the shower stall in her closet-sized bathroom. The hot water felt wonderful, though she wished she had better shampoo and conditioner to use on her long white-and-red hair. Working around her horns to wash it was certainly interesting and took some concentration, but she had to admit that she loved every minute of it. Her tail writhed around her, not really much practical help, but it…

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Seven Days 1

Laura’s life was ruined by the League, just collateral damage as they fought a supervillain. An unusual energy drink gives her back what she lost, and then some, but only for one hundred and sixty-eight hours. What can you do with seven days when you have nothing to lose? (6 chapters, 21K words) I can’t think of any specific content/trigger warnings, please tell me if you notice any! Uploading all in one day, just because I’m trying to give some idea what I do. Starting tomorrow, one chapter per day. Let me know what you think! – Prysmcat -=-=-=-=- “I’m…

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Bondage 5

The toast popped up; Claire set down the jug of juice from the fridge to take care of that, slathering it with jam the way her mistress liked it. She added it to the plate that already held breakfast sausages, and slid fried eggs from the pan onto the plate as well, then filled a glass with juice. Technically, it was evening, but their lives were so completely inverted that this was when their day started. Her mistress liked a proper, filling breakfast, after they’d slept off the exhaustion of a night out in the RV—especially when they had complications.…

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Bondage 4

It was a tie, whether it was more of a pain in the ass working with Dominus or with Minotaur. Yeoman kept his sigh to himself, and did his best not to listen to the pair of them, in the back seat of the black SUV like kids he had to babysit, bragging about what they’d do to the annoyingly-successful pair of villainesses once they captured them. They were, of course, absolutely certain that they would succeed, even though Avalanche and Meteor, both top-tier heroes with formidable powers, had failed. Worse, when the League had sent a second team to…

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Bondage 3

Bit by bit, it faded away, bringing back sensation and proprioception and cognition. Not all the sensations were good ones. The binder that had been confining her small breasts was acutely uncomfortable, and none of her clothes felt right at all, loose and rough against her skin. “Claire?” Eureka said gently. Not through speakers this time, Claire thought vaguely. Her Mistress was right beside her. Actually, she was adjusting the restraints, which had become disappointingly loose, back to a satisfying embrace. “Are you okay?” “Yes, Mistress. Better than okay.” Wait, was that her voice? A rather sultry contralto purr? “Oh,…

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Bondage 2

The waking world returned so abruptly that the transition was jarring. Okay. Take stock. Surprisingly comfortable surface underneath. Lying flat on it. Straps over arms, pinning them down. Ditto for legs. Curved head cradle. Blindfold that prevented even the faintest trace of light. A suggestion of music, just loud enough to be audible, some weird New-Age track with lots of synthesizers and woodwinds. Still dressed, at least, but all illusion would have vanished along with consciousness, leaving only a slightly-tatty stage magician’s tuxedo put together from thrift-shop components. Well, not the first time Eureka had seen that. Shoulder-length dark hair…

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