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Mar

2023

Bluefirecan

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Lyla’s face contorted into visible confusion. She hadn’t really considered stealing money, though the idea of being too small for a real job had crossed her mind.

Before she could express any of her MANY concerns about the idea, Kathy’s face lit up with a blush. What could the woman have possibly been blushing about? Lyla shook the thought from her mind, especially as Kathy suggested that the pixie hop in her pocket.

The fae flittered over, and with some fiddling, managed to tuck herself into the woman’s pocket. “I suppose we’ll want to head out to Wall Street. They’re probably all douchebags anyway,” Lyla asked, peeping her shoulders and up out of Kathy’s pocket. “At least, probably better off than anyone in this shithole.”

Yeah. I guess this is my life now.
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20-Oct-2020 00:00:20

D F Angel

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And so together Kathy and Lyla went to Wall Street, swiped a wallet, then headed to the spa...

Kathy was all smiles and whimsy with the receptionist, handing over the proper amount of pay necessary and retrieving two numbered keys, a thick, white dressing gown and an equally pearlescent towel, with some cyan flipflops to finish the look. Thanking the person, Kathy strolled on into the changing rooms, which in the mid morning of a week day in the middle of New York City was thankfully rather barren of customers. Or, at least, the changing room itself that served as the entrance to the spa proper was currently vacant. There was no way of telling how full or not full the actual premises would be once they passed the threshold.

"You can come out," Kathy told her pocketed pocket-thief, satisfied that there would be no intrusion. Finding the locker which matched the key she had been allocated, she opened it and slipped off her cardigan, (once Lyla had safely vacated it,) placing it in the container alongside the towel, which she had no need for currently. Then she knelt on one of the many long benches in the room and began removing her large, knee-high boots.

"Shower if you need one," she said, nodding towards the row of cubicles at a far wall. Kathy wasn't sure if Lyla's vision had shrunk with the rest of her. "I've paid for a private sauna too," she told her friend, holding up the second key, with a wooden base, for her inspection. Naturally, Kathy had paid for nothing - some nondescript sap had suffered this loss off-page. Yet Kathy boasted of her generosity as though there was a genuine sacrifice on her part.

"That way, you can relax too, without being watched," she finished, beaming. Kathy had read about this particular spa a lifetime ago, and the thought of sharing such an experience with friends had enticed her. Sadly, insecurities about her own body had kept her from daring to propose the idea before. Luckily, she no longer had that body. Hags be hagglin', gods be god damn crazy, it's all happening ogre at Into The Fire

20-Oct-2020 00:29:53

Mar

2023

Bluefirecan

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Lyla, still a little rattled with adrenaline from stealing a wallet, waited in Kathy’s pocket for the duration of the transaction. When Kathy opened her pocket again, to an empty changing room, the pixie flitted out.

She would, of course, not get a luxurious white robe like Kathy’s. But the other woman mentioned having gotten a private sauna specifically to let Lyla roam free. The fae’s eyes widened significantly.

She began unwinding herself from the tie-gown she had been wearing so that she could begin to shower. She didn’t suppose she needed to, but the thought of having water splashed onto her brought her enough joy that she had to give into it.

Lyla, newly free from her bindings, flitted to the shower and pulled hard on the valve. The water started slowly flowing through the pipes as she gained traction on the shower handle. The pixie basically started frolicking amongst the water as it washed over her head.
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20-Oct-2020 03:01:06

D F Angel

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Kathy watched the sprite flitter away towards the showers. It made Kathy recall she had skipped out on a shower that morning, having only entered the bathroom to roll Liam's head towards the toilet. Deciding it might be better to get that out of the way now, she removed her vest top, under which she wore nothing. Kathy glanced down at herself - it wasn't much, and certainly hadn't become more impressive in the new body. She briefly pushed her chest together with her biceps to make them more prominent for a moment. Kathy recalled she used to be incredibly bothered by this sequence of events. Now she just found it funny, that something(s) so small could bother her so much.

After that came the skirt, then the underwear, which all went into the locker. Kathy sealed it, then wrapped the key (which was attached to a rubber wrist-band) about her wrist. Picking up the dressing gown, she walked up to the shower and hung it up on the outside. Then, knowing it would look weird to do otherwise to anyone who might enter, Kathy walked inside the shower cubicle with Lyla.

"Hey, what do you think?" She asked, gesturing below her navel where a patch of hair, trimmed in the shape of a neat downwards arrow and dyed the same white as her hair, contrasted quite starkly with her brown skin. "Took me ages to get this right, kept getting awful splotches of dye on my bits," she chuckled at the memory. It was not presented in a sexual manner; Kathy was merely someone who had lost all of her inhibitions the night before. She brought the conversation up as naturally as one might bring up a new set of nails.

Kathy pushed on a shower gel dispenser, gathered a hefty handful, and mixed it about her shoulders, chest and stomach. She glanced at Lyla, then at the dispenser, which was perhaps two and a half times her size.

"Uh, want me to lather you?" She asked, trying not to sound insensitive at her new-found's friend height-based predicament. Hags be hagglin', gods be god damn crazy, it's all happening ogre at Into The Fire

20-Oct-2020 03:33:32

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2011

Annie1227

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(Hi Angel!!! Welcome back!) -Dances-

20-Oct-2020 03:36:05

Drahcir Evan

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Simon smiled as an idea came over him. The morning sun was too bright and too heavy for him. It crushed his very being into the pavement and spun the world like a top the moment he stepped out of the shade. There was no way he could face it after the night he’d had.

Luckily for Simon, his less fortunate companion was bound by his word and could do little to disobey. Simon had no intention of keeping her around this long even before the chaos that had occurred, and yet here she stood; a victim of circumstance.

“Get the fuck up.” Simon demanded. To his delight, the order was promptly followed.

“There. That place right there...” he indicated “Go get me an umbrella.”

“I… I can’t! It’s too-”

“I didn’t fucking ask!” Simon exploded, grabbing the woman’s arm and swinging her out from the edge of the alleyway.

“No!” she protested, stumbling onto the sunlit sidewalk and into the street.

Immediately her balance went, and the meager strength she had left was soon to follow. Her hands shot up to clutch her head as she staggered across the street. Her legs shook tremendously as she stumbled step by step over the pavement.

“It’s too bright...” she moaned, struggling to keep a straight line toward the destination. Tripping over the opposite curb, she barely kept on her feet as she fell into the door of the seedy motel. Holding the door frame for support, the woman slumped into the building somehow looking even more like death.

She was gaunt, pale, and drawn to the bone; a husk of a being with no life in her big round eyes. Her long messy hair fell across her sunken face and slithered around her bony shoulders. Her fashionable tank top and skirt were ruined with various stains and looked to be a few sizes too big for the nearly-skeletal girl. Last night’s makeup streaked down the visible parts of her face, accentuated with speckles of dried blood from a concerning neck injury.

25-Feb-2021 08:49:40

Drahcir Evan

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A violent chill ran through the ruined woman’s body as she readjusted to the indoor lights, which were considerably more bearable than the pounding sunrays outside.

“I-I-I… I need an… um-mbrella...” she mumbled almost inaudibly to the hotel desk clerk. She wasn’t even sure she’d find an umbrella here, but the screaming compulsion in her mind demanded that she followed the order as given, meaning that she had no choice but to return with an umbrella no matter the cost or adversity.

“If you aren’t staying here, you have to leave.” the clerk half-heartedly explained to what one would most commonly assume to be an inebriated homeless person.

“I… NEED… an umbrella.” the gaunt woman repeated, staggering toward the desk.

“Security to the lobby.” the clerk plainly announced into her headset.

The bony intruder kept advancing, and dropped her withered hands on the counter top, staring eagerly at the space behind it until she spotted her prize.

“I need...” she began, hauling herself clumsily up onto the desk.

“Ma’am, you can’t come back here!” the clerk uttered in shock, backing away from her post. “Security to the lobby RIGHT AWAY!” she demanded shakily into her headset.

The gaunt one rolled over the desk and crumpled to the floor, only to immediately crawl to her feet again and swipe one of many umbrellas tucked away in a holder off to the side. She then turned back the way she came and began to make the same perilous trek over the desk.

“Ma’am, you can’t-!” the clerk demanded once more, still keeping as much distance as she could in the cramped space.

Suddenly the umbrella thief stopped in her tracks and turned to the clerk as if noticing her for the first time. She was pretty, but unassuming and fittingly generic for the role she fulfilled. Yet her neck… was like no other.

25-Feb-2021 08:50:03

Drahcir Evan

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“I need an… umbrella.” the intruder repeated once more before her eyes lit up. She snapped in an instant and was upon the clerk without a second to spare. Her jagged fangs tore into the clerk’s neck, ripping it open with a single bite.

The clerk screamed bloody murder as the life was sucked out of her for a few long and excruciating seconds. Then, almost as abruptly as it had began, the feeding stopped and the shambling woman clambered over the desk again and headed for the exit. Blood poured down her chest, further ruining her outfit as she clutched her prized umbrella closely.

“Yeah, yeah. Hold your horses...” the burly security guard complained as he finally stepped onto the scene. Shock and horror quickly took hold as he took in the horrific scenario.

“Wh-what the FUCK ?!” he yelled, reaching for his gun.

25-Feb-2021 08:50:23

Drahcir Evan

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With a newfound vigor the umbrella lady lunged across the room, and down went the security guard. In a screaming struggle he too had his neck gnawed open and a sizeable portion of his blood was vacuumed out in seconds. It would make a fine peace offering to the thirst unquenchable.

The tiniest bit of color returned to the woman’s face as she hauled herself up once more and returned to her mission of bringing the stolen umbrella to her awaiting companion. Her bones seemed to protrude slightly less as she hobbled toward the hotel exit beneath the cacophony of the two screaming, dying employees.

Blood trailed behind her as she slunk back out the hotel entrance and began to cross the murderously sunlit street once more. The weight of the sun was just as heavy as before, but this time she was far more able to bear it, and struggled much less in reaching her destination.

Hanging her head low as she entered the alleyway, she wordlessly offered the umbrella to Simon, who barely hid his fury as he snatched it from her.

“What the fuck did you do in there, you stupid bitch?! ” he demanded, immediately clubbing her across the face with the umbrella handle. “I didn’t tell you to make a scene! I could hear that shit all the way out here!”

Simon gritted his teeth in disappointment when the woman didn’t respond, and quickly turned his fury elsewhere.

“Whatever.” he concluded, fidgeting with the umbrella’s mechanism until it sprung open. Angry and unsure, he slithered toward the open street, hiding in the shade of the umbrella. Even the reflected light off the surface of the concrete was unbearable, but being out of the direct sunlight proved sufficient to keep him from withering.

“Now what...” he wondered aloud, not having thought much further than this. Simon looked up and down the street as if to decide where to go next. Meanwhile, his begrudging servant watched apprehensively from the shadowy alleyway.

26-Feb-2021 00:44:10

Drahcir Evan

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Simon shrugged and drifted toward the very motel his umbrella had come from. The paltry amount of shade he had was a scant barrier against the morning sun, and it seemed he’d travel best indoors. Perhaps he’d cut through the building into the adjacent alley and work his way toward a familiar part of town accordingly. In addition, this building in particular was alluring due to that familiar, intoxicating scent. He’d learned it well over the course of the previous night – blood.

Sure enough, his cohort had left quite the mess in the motel lobby. What blood she hadn’t drained from the two dying employees now pooled across the dingy tiled floor. Simon was quick to resolve the issue, draining both the motel clerk and security guard of what remained, leaving both successfully dead to writhe no more.

Simon’s laugh echoed in the lifeless room as he playfully kicked over the furniture on his way to the counter, making quick use of his renewed strength. A little blood and some time out of the sunlight sure worked wonders, even after such a long and sleepless night. The bloodied man rifled through the desk and swept the contents onto the floor until happening upon the built-in cash register.

“Let’s see...” he mused, winding up his fist. If the events of last night were any indication – BANG! Sure enough, the drawer was dented in with seemingly little effort from his unassuming fist. With a chuckle he slipped his fingers between the ruined drawer and pried the register open with little more than a tug.

There was hardly an impressive sum in the register, but Simon was more than satisfied as he swiped each bill and stuffed them into his pockets. Few problems couldn’t be improved with money, and a few dozen dollars certainly couldn’t hurt in his current predicament.

15-Mar-2021 05:58:53

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