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Aileen tilted her head in thought, amused by Ashley's reactions and finding them interesting. "Well, it isn't quite the same." Aileen commented with a smile. "She just wants you to make her into a sex hungry slut, like you. Probably not quite as submissive, though she clearly sees you as superior to herself. She is still sensitive about how much of a girl she is after all. You are making good progress though. Keep spending some time with her. Teach her well. Maybe I'll try to get a random customer or two to take both of you at the same time. You can teach her how to please a man, how to appreciate him...would you like that Ashley?" Ashley kept moaning as Anya went, finding it difficult to speak. "...Yes...yes..." She said, with an almost pleading tone.

Ashley had expected Anya to go harder and faster. She had been enjoying that, but she was caught off guard by how good it felt, the shift in the technique. The more intimate touch made up for the slow down. Kept it feeling as good, or better. "...Can't get...enough of you..." She admitted. She had plenty of fun with her friends, but this girl, older, if only by a few years, and much more developed, there were still hints of the boy she had been deep inside. Ashley wanted Anya. Not in the same way as Anya wanted Logan and Aileen, not to be on the opposite side of that sort of experience. But she wanted to come back for more, again and again. "...finish it...making me a girl...a whore like you..." She did completely consider herself a girl, but there was still progress to be made. It would probably be a longer term project, but she felt Anya could make good progress today. Every move Anya made with the dildo brought out noises that were much more enthusiastic than she usually made while having sex, even with Aileen.

It felt really good. Ashley tried to picture it as a man, as if the real thing was inside her. Someone doing her just right. It felt slightly different than other times. Better? More intense at least. While it was probably different from Anya and Aileen or Logan, she was not that submissive, there was something about Anya specifically. A lust, and a desire to learn from her. “Yes! Yes! Just for you…I want you…more…more…don’t stop…”. She wanted to keep feeling it. To find out how much Anya could teach her, how much better she could feel.

Aileen smiled approvingly at Anya. "You are a good little whore too. I'll give you a reward soon. But I want to watch you two a little longer. See what you make Ashley into." It was an appealing show. Anya was making a new sort of progress with Ashley. Ashley had learned to enjoy Aileen, but doing it with another proper woman looked like it was helping as well. "...Yes...yes...I want to know how that feels..." Ashely confirmed what Anya said. It was natural in a place like this, with so many women like Anya around. She was not able to get into it like they did. But she desperately wanted to feel it. The way they talked about how good it felt with the right customer. How Anya felt with Logan and Aileen. She was a girl now, and a whore, she wanted to feel like the others did, enjoy it like they did.

It was a pretty flexible idea, did not have a lot planned out. The day to aspect of the story being my character teaching others about magic. Magic they could be on the darker side, may or may not have to deal with people coming after them. Maybe some exploration of what the elven empire is like. Part of leaving it so open was to give you two more flexibility with your characters. You could make adjustments if you want, though what you have should fit.

It was not strictly an order from Aileen, but she was pleased to watch the adjustment to Anya's technique and see how Ashley responded. Would Ashley do it? Where would it go? What did Ashley want? Ashley was uncertain. What did she really want? Could she enjoy it like Anya did? She gave in to temptation, wanted to encourage it "Please...more...more...teach me to want it like you do..." Anya was a role model of sorts. Not extremely experienced, but older and having the frame of mind she wanted. To be excited about new customers, at least some of them, to want it. Aileen had started teaching her to enjoy it, but Anya could give her another needed push.

As the champion of the Halloween series, I could go either way. Will have to see if a Christmas one comes as easy. Not many old ideas of mine I can think of that would work as inspiration for that.

Aileen found it interesting to watch. Did Anya feel jealous? That she could not do it like a man? Ashley's procedure was still a one way thing. Anya probably did not want to become a man, but maybe would have futa, if that had been an option? She had to stick with what she had though. Help teach Ashley to love receiving it as much as she did. "Maybe I can play with you, while the boy plays with Anya, later? You can to can consider the same goal. You are a girl now, after all. Teach her well, Anya. To love it like you do. To crave it." She would not go as far with Ashley as Anya. Different things about each turned her on. But Anya could bring it out a little more in Ashley. Ashley was feeling it now. It was moving inside her in a way she had never felt. It was good. Could Aileen...could a man...make her feel like this. It was hard to say anything. She was constantly moaning and squealing in pleasure. She wanted more, but even that was hard to put into words. She was making noise like she never felt before. Feeling things she could not have imagined before. Reassuring her she made the right choice, that she wanted to be a girl. She wanted whatever Anya would give her, learn from the older girl, find out how much better this could feel.

Just out of curiosity. Since they are on a cycle of writing for a week, then weeks before coming back. I thought I would see if this gave a hint of our audience and which ones other people might like most. For the 'I'm reading it' options, I was intending people that are repeatedly rereading it, as it updates. Not just reading it once to get a sense of the story. This will include a few RPs on other clubs.

**Warning, this could will gory** The Monster Under the Bed. The Monster Inside. How long had it been. Ever since she was a little girl, it was there. Strange, hideous, inhuman. Selena had never got a real good look at it. But those eyes were there, under the bed. A genuine monster. She had tried to show her parents a few times, but it always managed to hide somewhere, out of sight. They thought it was just a story. She assumed someday it was going to hurt her, or worse. She had no idea it's real purpose. Then that night happened. She did not remember all of it, but one night it crawled out of the bed, on top of her. Before she could scream, her neck was pierced by a stinger on it's tail. Was it poison? No, it intensely relaxed her made her completely calm. Willing...to do the disgusting thing that came next. It rolled her over...she understood, as it licked her sensitive places. She got on her hands and knees...let it mount her...mate with her. In the moment it felt good. She craved it. In the morning she thought it was a dream, a horrifying dream. But then it happened again. Night after night. Gradually it seemed less disgusting. She felt a curiosity over the creature...as she finally understood what it really wanted, what it had been waiting for. She had grown more isolated as the days continued. More irritated by little things, avoiding family and friends. Spending more time in her room. Skipping school when she could, struggling through it when she could not. There was another reason for this. After the first few days, her body started shifting in weird ways. At first she wondered if it was just bruising. But it kept getting worse. Her skin gradually darkened, dried out...then got scaly. Only in patches, but they were getting bigger, and more of them. There was also the little growth on her lower back, just above her butt. That was growing...she could start to move. She was changing. Becoming more like...it. How long would it be before she could no longer hide it? How much would she look like it? A female version of whatever it was? Did she dare tell her parents? Friends? Anyone else? Could it be reversed? Or would they just lock her in cage, or worse? Do experiments on her possibly, maybe even just kill her to be safe. She could not rule those possibilities out. She dressed heavily to hide it, endured it. Only feeling comfortable at night, relaxing as she let the creature mate with her. It felt good now. There was still disgust, but she wanted it too. Eventually the creature did something new. When it came to her bed, it dropped some meet in front of her. No skin left, she had no idea what it was from. But she had been sure the thing was a predator. She was not sure how intelligent it was though. It either could not or did not speak. Only sometimes did she think it might understand what she said. Now it had gone hunting for her, brought her meal. Watched her, hoping she would eat it. With a little reluctance she picked it up. She was uneasy about strange uncooked meat. But she was changing. It was probably safe. She picked it up, took a bite. It was surprising good. After starting she ate the rest quickly and easily. Pleasing the creature. After that, he continued to bring her food. The same sort of meat. She would eat before the nightly mating. Her body had changed drastically by now. Most of the skin below her neck was changed. She had a proper tail now, though her baggy pants hid it. The nails on her feet and hands were starting to harden...lengthen, sharpen. For now though the feet still fit in her shoes. Had started wearing gloves. Her teeth too. It would not be long. Soon she would not be able to hide it. Her head would soon change too. Those close to her knew something was wrong. But not what. Finally, her mother decided to confront her. After getting home from work, she went straight to her daughter's room. Not knocking. "Selena. Are you okay? If something is bothering you, do you want to talk about it?" It was so annoying. Selena was just irritated with anyone around her. Her mother would not understand, could not understand. Well, maybe she could be changed too. But no, she did not want competition. She was the creature's mate now. No rivals could be tolerated. She mother as a threat in various ways. "Go away, mom!" She snapped. With a bitterness that surprised her mother. She held her ground, but looked said. "Please, Selena. You can trust me." She stepped forward, attempting to comfort her daughter. The opposite happened though, a burning hostility built up inside her. After a few more minutes of arguing, she snapped. She did not realize what she did until it was over. She lunged at her mother, with superhuman strength. Bit into her throat, went for the quick kill. A predator hunting her prey. Killing her rival. By the time it was over, she realized what happened, her mother was dead. She had killed her own mother. She felt the tears at the realization. But, she also felt...hunger. It did not take long to figure out. Her mate, what she was becoming. They were predators. Humans were their primary prey. That was what he had been feeding her. She was now eating her own mother's body. She could not stop herself. She was trying to destroy evidence. But it also tasted good. She ripped off her clothes as she did. There was no going back. She was not human anymore. Then came her father's voice. Calling for her mother, for her. She was still focused on her meal though. Ate more as he slowly approached. She wanted him to see this. And he did. "...Oh my Gog?!...Selena?!...What are you?...What did you?..." He was sick, emptied his stomach at the sight of his wife, having been killed and being eating by their daughter...who was unrecognizable, except for her bloodstained face. The room covered in blood, her mother's body ripped apart, much of the insides devoured and showing signs of the damage. She smiled at him. Not the smile of his daughter though. A monster's smile. Alien, cruel, hungry. "...Come here...daddy..." She slowly crawled towards him, her new tail swaying back and forth. "...No!...No!..." She ran from the room. But Selena chased him. It was a game. She would let hum run, struggle. But she blocked every attempt at escape. He would not leave the house again. She let the fear run through him. She realized it. Her mind had been changing too. Thinking more like the creature she was becoming, abandoning humanity. Seeing humans as food, nothing else. She eventually pinned him down in a corner of the basement. His screams echoing as she finished him off began eating him as well. That night she shared what was left with her mate. They stuck around a little, hunting anyone who tried to check on the house. The police were extra fun. She suspected their guns were still dangerous. But that made it better now. Her head had transformed too at this point. Ears pointy and sticking out. Two big thick horns, her eyes a bright orange, that glowed in the dark. They learned to communicate. Her mate did not speak like humans, but did make sounds what were in fact a complicated language. She learned to understand it, speak it. They decided they needed to find a new home, the process of changing her was complete. Eventually more drastic measures would be taken with the house. Too much for them. They needed something more isolated. Where they could hunt. Where they could be safe...all three of them. Selena could feel it. She was carrying his child. It made her happy. To give birth and raise another creature like them. A boy. Who would someday find a human girl like her, and repeat the process. The circle of life. Brutal, bloody, beautiful. That was what Selena now thought.

I'm not sure if that is possible, without changing the type of club (even that might not do it, but not sure). Even if it was, I'm not sure that would get many more votes. I doubt many people are looking at the polls and deciding not to vote because they would have to join.

Should get something up over the weekend. If only my artist friend over at Skynet could do a little better.

I did enjoy the one we had years ago, short as it was. Challenge 25 though. Will have to see if I can come up with anything for that. Even with the usual time frame, that one would not be easy for me.

That character could work. Either as an elf or succubus, 'dark' side of the angel story. I was thinking there could be some exploration of supernatural realms, worlds of some of the gods (figure there are many). If she is the succubus version, she could be connected to one of them. Or she could be a mix, an elf, maybe another apprentice, but changed/given power by one of those gods. I was thinking they are in a more isolated area, a 'witch' as my character studies magic not approved of by the Elven empire. It might start conventional at first but then go darker later. Another possibility I was thinking of, if both of you like it, while mxf would be limited to some occasional stuff with Allie's character, there could be futaxf mixed in as well. If we include that, possibly one way for my character to power to yours. That instead of conventional semen she pumps something more magical into them, the first time is needed for them to use magic at all, and additional times give them more power (or perhaps just need it every so often to cast magic at all).

I was waiting to see if I was going to be one of the people qualified for that (got half the requirement for it). But does not bother me if it does not happen. It was a nice bonus, but I’m after the credits as usual.

Ashley closed her eyes and took a breath as Anya began to go to work. Tried to imagine it was a man. One who was frustrated, came here for relief and chose her of all the girls. It was still a strange experience for her, when she had men. There was some pleasure, but it was not completely natural yet. Of course she still knew what it really was, which shifted the experience. It felt good, different from those, a little different from Aileen. She moaned softly and squirmed a bit. It was good, she waited to see how Anya might ramp it up.

**I'm mixing a few sources here, an old private bulletin plus characters from other stories (public and private)** It was the new big fad. ‘Cosplay taken to the next level’. A full body suit, you synced to an image and it made you into a copy of the character. Play some samples and it would shift your voice. As long as it was human shape and in average human size, it could do anything. You could be any character you want, no matter who it was…even the opposite gender. There was a big Halloween event. He had been invited to it, everyone was expected to bring a suit, pick a character…with a twist. Everyone was picking a character of the opposite gender. The implication being you were supposed to get some action, feel what it was like for the opposite gender. He chose from a new hit series. Alexandrine Deforest. An older magical girl, last survivor of a previous generation. Trying to rebuild her life and find a new team. He, ‘she’, arrived at the party location, a nice looking hotel rented out for the occasion. It certainly felt like a Halloween party at another level. A huge mix of people, resembling so many fiction settings, popular and obscure. Some tried to be more in character than others. Of course most people knew what they were looking for. She was expected to find a ‘man’, a woman in man form technically. She was nervous about it. It felt so weird. But there was a curiosity, to feel what it was like as a woman, with a man. Knowing the man was really a woman under the suit made it a little more appealing. She made her way through the crowd, giving short introductions, getting used to her new voice. She was not really sure what she was looking for. Eventually she felt an aggressive slap to her ass. She looked back to see an impressive figure. From a series of novels she was familiar with. The figure was one Emperor Urbanus, of the Empire of Vanoria. A powerful, cruel empire. Known for enslaving its conquests…and putting the women through a sexual sort of slavery. ”I know your kind.” He spoke. At least somewhat in-character. “A broken woman. You have been beaten in war. Your comrades slaughtered. You feel dull inside, worthless…” Did she want to go this far. She was sure he would be very rough with her, though not nearly as rough as if they were really in his story. “…Give me something to fight for, make me feel…I will call you master.” She answered, semi-in character as well. He took her up to a room, they quickly undressed and she was forced to her knees, to see the shaft, erect, pointing at her. “Go on, earn your place at my side.” He insisted. It felt weird, but she took it into her mouth. Sucked on it various ways. Following his advice, bobbing her head, feeling it with her tongue. He did not let her escape the experience of tasting and swallowing it. He wondered how much that was in character, or the woman under the suit wanting him to experience it. They went at it for some hours. Urbanus aggressively had his way with Alexandrine. On her back, on her hands and knees. He pulled her hair, slapped her a little, spanked her. And did not hold back in the repeated pounding her gave her. She was no virgin, but this was different. The pleasure intense. Half way through, she had started calling him master, playfully at first, more genuinely as they went. She had never felt like this before. She felt she could get lost in this. It continued after the party. The suits would be put on, and they would meet in various times and places. Alexandrine would forget her old life temporary. Forget she was a man. Forget the modern world. She became a woman dedicated to pleasing her ‘master’. All the troubles of the real world temporarily abandoned, to feel the pleasure of him inside her. It was a secret thing between the two of them, neither had any idea who the other person was for real, except ‘Alexandrine’ was a man and ‘Urbanus’ a woman. They were fine with that though. This was their little escape, To temporarily become very different people. Overtime it became ‘darker’. More intense BDSM, embracing the master/slave aspect. Sometimes Alexandrine was shared with other men. She did not know if they were really men or not, and she did not care either. It felt too good, too right, **Alexandrine** **Emperor Urbanus of Vanoria**

Set up a gallery for the story. Added a potential picture for my character, Allie’s character(s) will eventually go there too after she finds picture(s). Perhaps yours will go there as well. Been keeping every character for a specific story on single galleries so far.

It was a local legend. The woman who lived up in the hills was a witch. She lived by herself. Lights were almost never on, but there were strange glows at night from either the attic or basement. Miya went out there this Halloween, went to the door. The woman was certainly surprised to see her. A strange woman, who looked both old and young at the same time, a cold strange look in her eyes. But she thanked the girl for visiting her, apologized and offer to give her something nice. The woman went back inside, there was an awkward wait for a few minutes, before she eventually came back out. With a smile, a weird smile, she offered Miya a candy, it was unwrapped, looked almost handmade. The woman thanked her again, closed the door. Miya began walking back to town. It was a bit of distance, so she decided to eat the candy as a snack, rather sweet and pleasant. After a moment thought she felt lightheaded, fell to the ground panting. Her body felt hot, strange. The woman stood over her. So pleased she had ate the candy, explaining she needed many strange objects for her arts. Also, it was dangerous alone, so far from town. She had a guard dog until recently, but it had grown old, died. She needed a new one. She told Miya she was so happy to have a new pet. She would treat and feed her well. Miya looked at her hand, each finger had long claws at the end, the skin was darkening, hardening? She was clearly changing, not into a dog, the woman did not seem to have been literal about that. But she was changing, into what she did not know. She was scared, especially as she felt her mind getting hazy, hard to think proper thoughts. She was never going to be the same again, she was the witch’s pet, protector…hunter. Already her old identity was disappearing faster and faster, her mind and body shifting as the woman watched.

I did let Allie know to take a look at it too. She has not looked at the topic yet (or had not when I told her you wanted to know what both of us thought). I do think it is a good one. Maybe or maybe not partially influenced by experiments. We can all figure out exactly what it means to be a witch in this setting. It’s a harsh world, they will do what they need to survive. They may or may not draw on darker powers (if they do it might be darker powers only, or maybe those as part of a larger mix of sources).