Challenge 37: New Year's Resolution - Pass or Fail

[IsabellaRose]

THE CHALLENGE

Write about someone who made a New Year's resolution. It's been a few weeks now... have they kept the resolution or not? Why? 

Deadline

• Midnight (EST) , 1 Feb 2025

Limits

• 1 entry per person
• no strict word limit, but please try to keep it around 2,000 words- remember, everyone has to read these to vote

Prizes

• 1st Place: 4,000 EcchiCredits
• 2nd Place: 2,000 EcchiCredits
• 3rd Place: 1,000 EcchiCredits

 

Edited February 11 by IsabellaRose

[MagnificentBastard]

Slut no more

 

January 1st arrived with all the force of a storm: fireworks in the distance, the acrid scent of burned sparklers, and Emma scribbling her New Year’s resolution in a leather bound journal.

“This year,” she wrote, pressing the pen into the page, “I will stop fucking every man or women who so much as breathes in my direction. I will focus on myself, my career, and my hobbies. I will be less of a slut.”

She read it over twice, satisfied with her decisiveness. Her last relationship—a whirlwind three-week uck fest with a bartender named Lucy—had ended in disaster. She was beautiful, sexy and shameless but after the second week Lucy had began to demmand exclusivity and Emma didn't think, she could give up men or rather Cock  all together. After that things inevitably turned into a disaster when a man propositioned and Emma was eager to agree but Lucy didn't, he cheated on Lucy with that mandir a almost a week before she was found out.

“No more.” she muttered, slamming the journal shut.

For the first week of January, Emma was a paragon of discipline. She avoided dating apps, declined blind-date setups from friends, and spent her evenings working late, or watching porn whilst furiously masturbating or reading books she’d always meant to finish. She even started knitting, though her scarf was quickly turning into an unintentional trapezoid.

Before mid-January, her resolve began to waver.

It was because of David, a guy she met at her coworker’s housewarming party. He wasn’t her usual type, he was too intense and dominant, she instantly felt this man wouldnt go for casual hooks up, but he had a way of staring at her, that made her weak in the knees and instantly wet.

“No hook ups this year,” she announced boldly when he approached her.

David raised an eyebrow. “Good because I am not interested in a hook up. I would prefer something far more intense."

She had to clear her throat, “Not today please” she said, summoning all her strength to refuse him.

“As you wish" He smiled, and she found herself wishing he had ignored her pleas and he had had his way with her.

Emma spent the next three days oscillating between pride for sticking to her resolution and regret for what could have been. For the next few nights her masturbating sessions always included David.

A few days later she encountered David again, at work event, she had been wearing her red dress that made tits, hips and ass stand out and he went straight to her. After a few drinks, she found herself making out with him and wishing they were alone.

“Lets go to my place." he said with a tone of command, holding her gaze in a way that made her want to instantly obey.

“Yeah,” Emma agreed, ignoring the voice in her head reminding her of her New Year’s promise.

David didn't just fucked her, he made her feel used, like a cheap slut, he came inside of her three times, and once more in her ass,  she orgasmed so hard and so often she lost count of them. The last orgasm played in her mind as he choke her and yelled at her to submit, to surrender herself to him.

The last thought in her mind before she said yes, was thinking she had succeeded, she was no longer just a slut, she was instead a newly owned sex slave.

Edited January 19 by MagnificentBastard

[SoftThighs]

Saw this, had to participate! Enjoy~

No more reckless spending.

“Come on, Lina,” Tess said, looping her arm through her friend’s. Her smile was playful, her tone light. “A little walk around the city won’t hurt. You just have to *not* buy anything. It can’t be that hard!”
Lina sighed but allowed herself to be led through the streets. Tess always had a way of making her forget herself, for better or worse.

They turned a corner, and Lina froze. The air grew heavier, the noise sharper. Before them stretched the slave market—a grim, crowded square where figures were chained and displayed like goods. Tess hesitated for only a moment before tugging her forward.

“Let’s go somewhere else,” Lina murmured, though her steps slowed looking around, her gaze already scanning the goods.

“Oh, lighten up. It’s just a look,” Tess replied with a smirk, knowing how much her friend enjoyed buying new servants or slaves.

Lina’s eyes swept the crowd, settling on a figure that stood out. Small and wiry, the hybrid had furred ears and a bushy tail that flicked angrily behind him. His defiant stance and sharp glare set him apart from the others. He didn’t cower like the rest.

“What’s this one?” a buyer asked, jabbing a finger toward the hybrid.

“Mean little thing, chipmunk maybe” the seller grumbled. “Won’t listen. Won’t shut up, either.”

The hybrid snarled, baring sharp teeth. “Maybe you should try shutting up first,” he snapped, his voice laced with venom.

Tess chuckled. “Well, he’s got spirit.”

Lina tilted her head, studying him. “What’s his name?”

The seller shrugged. “Calls himself Rik. Not that it matters.”

Rik’s amber eyes met Lina’s, and his lip curled in a sneer. “What are you looking at?”

Tess nudged her. “Don’t tell me you’re interested.”

Lina smirked, closing the gap between her and her newfound interest, ignoring her. Grabbing Rik’s chin she looked deep into his amber eyes, seeing his hate and defiance, she also noticed he only barely reached her chest, he was tiny. Her touch was retaliated by him biting her hand and just when the seller wanted to punish him for attacking a customer Lina raised her hand and struck Rik herself.
Her smile never vanished from her lips despite the pain in her hand and she quickly said, “I’ll take him.”

The auctioneer blinked, surprised at Lina’s impulsive decision. “You will, huh?”

Lina pulled a coin purse from her belt, weighing it in her hand. “That should cover it.” She knew she was heavily overspending, paying much more than he was worth.

Tess laughed under her breath. “Breaking your resolution already, Lina?”

Lina threw her a side glance. “Oh hush. It's your fault anyway." 

“Good luck,” the seller grumbled as he handed Lina a chain. “You’ll need it.”

Rik glared up at Lina, his golden eyes blazing with fury. “Big mistake, lady,” he spat.

Lina raised an eyebrow and slightly tugged on the chain to bring Rik out of balance. “We’ll see.”

Tess leaned closer, her breath visible in the frosty air. “What are you going to do with him?”

“Take him home. I’ll figure it out from there.” Lina frowned, scolding herself mentally for having once again made an impulsive purchase. 

As they walked away, Tess kept throwing her friend amused glances, while Rik dragged his feet, refusing to cooperate. Lina let him—she had no intention of humiliating him in the street. That could wait until later.

 

[NyxAvatar69]

I decided to go with the different angles regarding New Year's Resolutions.  From someone who failed to finish their major goals, to someone who has, and even someone who has no belief in them.  The ending is just setup for something I'm writing on the side, unrelated to this challenge.

 

The year had come and gone, and on that particular afternoon, around two weeks after the beginning of the year, Vangor sat alone reading through a notebook he had carried around with him.  Even though, as an immortal, he had all the time in the world, a mortal concept like making New Year's resolutions was still something he chose to do.  At the top of the open page had been a goal he had still failed to accomplish.  'Kill Damien Kresnik' had been written in bright red letters, followed shortly by 'Conquer the world' on the line below it.  One by one, the purple haired man crossed out each line with a pen before setting the notebook down on the dusty wooden desk in front of him.

"Even this year, Damien Kresnik eluded my attempts on his life.  I could wait until he grows old and weak, but then he would no longer be an effective general of my zombie army.  Even worse, he now has that priestess and that strangely intelligent Shadow Wolf on his side.  I had thought he despised the church, and worked alone," Vangor muttered to himself, lifting up the notebook again and reading down his list again.  Instead of crossing it out, he put a check mark next to 'create more skeleton soldiers' and 'study new magic' below his larger goals.  As he set his notebook down again, he watched as several apron wearing skeletons milled about the old, abandoned house that Vangor turned into his (self proclaimed) evil lair, moving the man's books to shelves or sweeping the floor.

"I will need to rearrange my approach.  Once Damien Kresnik is dead, I will have to construct a way to eliminate the priestess, even if that draws the church's ire," Vangor said to himself.  He leaned back in his chair as he closed his eyes and thought over how he would attempt to kill his number one target in his next encounter.

 

"It looks like I did all of my resolutions again this year," a woman with hair white as snow said to herself as she sat on a stair, looking over a piece of paper in her hands.  As she looked over the list of resolutions she had made at the start of the year, it reminded her of how much simpler her life used to be.  Even then, the time she had spent at the temple had been while she was under the control of a powerful spell.  As she thought it over, Amane wasn't even sure if she could say the resolutions written on the paper were her own or the person who put the spell on her in the first place.

"Is something the matter, Lady Amane?" a voice rang out in her head.  When Amane looked up, standing before her was a black haired man with golden eyes and a large, light brown wolf with a large X shaped scar over it's left eye.  The wolf in question was once an ordinary wolf, but thanks to being used in an experiment, had been transformed into a Shadow Wolf that also carried the power to destroy gods.  The experiments had also greatly increased it's intelligence and granted it the ability to speak through telepathy.

Amane slowly shook her head in response to the wolf's question.  "Sorry, it's nothing," she replied.  The wolf caught sight of the paper in her hands and tilted it's head.

"And what might that paper be?" the wolf's telepathic voice rang out in Amane's head again.

"Oh, this?  Back at the temple, we would make New Year's resolutions," she answered.

"Don't think too much about it, Scar.  It's a human thing.  They make goals they usually don't end up accomplishing, or they just forget about them," the black haired man finally said.

"What point is there in doing such a thing?" Scar asked.

"You don't believe in New Year's resolutions, Damien?" Amane said.  The black haired man, Damien, shook his head.

"It's a waste of time.  If you have goals, why make some list for future reference?  It's just like humans to find something to waste time,"

"You used to be human too, you know.  Besides, it's not a waste of time," Amane shot back, standing up and walking up to Damien.  Since he was taller than her, she ended up having to look up to meet his eyes.

"That's what you say.  You'll have time to work on your little 'resolutions' later.  Go and get your things ready," Damien replied, moving past her and towards the stairs Amane had been sitting on.

"Does this have something to do with where you and Scar went to earlier?" Amane asked.  Damien stopped walking and turned to face Amane.

"Yeah.  We're going on a little trip.  An all expenses paid trip to Snowcap Village."