Takeshi's Tunnel

  Moving to your uncle's Texas ranch has been a trying ordeal, especially coming from your comfortable life in New York. The air is dry and dusty, it smells of livestock wherever you go, and the uneven filthy ground makes it impossible to wear any cute shoes. Unfortunately, your parents thought it would be a good idea to send their only daughter to get some "real life experience", whatever that means. Tying your hair back into a braid, you sort through your luggage, trying to find a decent outfit to go out in. Working around the ranch this past week has been hell and you need a drink, preferably paid for by someone else. You regret not being able to go shopping since you arrived, the cowgirl chic really speaks to you. "UNCLE! Do you have any cute clothes hiding in this prison I can wear out tonight?" you scream out, stamping your foot down on the wooden floor. "I don't think you're going to fit in anything of mine, but your cousin probably has somet

  Keeping your head ducked down, you shuffle quietly between shelves lined with various sex toys, trying your best to avoid the handful of other people inside the store. You're still not sure what drove you to this point, but using your hand alone just doesn't feel as good anymore. The growing feeling of unfulfillment just kept growing until you decided you had to try something new, and this store is only a few minutes away. Grabbing a box labeled "Tenga", you give it a quick read, trying to figure out what to do with it. Seems like a fairly standard toy, looks like you just pull it over... yourself. One toy should be enough, right? What about lube? Do you need to use a condom? Head swimming, you walk aimlessly into another aisle and straight into someone else. "Oh, sh- I'm sorry!" you exclaim, boxes clattering to the floor as you both drop your toys. Turning your gaze from the floor, you take in the elaborate blue dress of the girl in front of you. &quo

  "Come on, keep your hands up!" A loud crack fills your ears as Shimada's foot makes contact with your head, the floor coming up to meet you. Hitting the mat, you roll onto your back to see your sparring partner pounce on top of you, pushing her way into half guard before you manage to wrap your legs around her and pull her close. Her sweaty skin glides across your own as she digs her forehead into your chest, fighting to pull herself into a full mount. As you strain to hold her in place, the buzzer sounds off and the two of you collapse onto the floor, panting.  "Good job! You're getting better with ground work!" Shimada picks herself up gradually, offering a hand and pulling you to your feet. Training at the dojo this past month has been a good time, and certainly great exercise, but you've never felt more sore in your life. You've never been that interested in martial arts before but having a sensei like Shimada really keeps you focused. Her boun

  Rope, check. Potions, check. Rations, check. Repair tools, check. Hand torches, check. Securing his pack, Shoto slings it over his shoulder and makes his way to the door, making one last self check. His hand drifts to his leg, fingers running over the leather of his knife holster. Looking over the request one more time, Shoto skims through the details. A multi level dungeon was recently taken over by a host of various monsters, kidnapping a number of local villagers from the surrounding towns.  "Well, this should be pretty straightforward. Just have to clear out the monsters and rescue whoever's left inside." Shoto thinks aloud, tossing the paper onto his desk. The trip to the dungeon location is fairly uneventful, Shoto taking a quick nap as the carriage brings him to the cave. Stepping out once it stops, he gives a long stretch and eyes the entrance. A few streaks of dried blood stain the stone, but other than that there's not much announcing the presence of monst

 A cold wind blows through the halls of Yoyomania's castle, wall mounted candles flickering as air passes by. Moonlight shimmers through the windows intermittently as clouds pass by, illuminating the floor in sections as Yoro Yoyo marches her way to her bedroom. It's been a long day of entertaining dignitaries and the only thing on her mind is falling into bed. Her two bodyguards follow hot on her heels but remain outside her bedroom door as she bursts in, throwing her coat and hat onto a chair. With a heavy sigh, Yoro drops face first into her mattress, arms outstretched. The stress of the day melts away as she lies there, listening to the rain patter on the window. She never thought being supreme dictator of a country would be so difficult, but new problems keep arising every day. The peasants complain about not enough food, then they complain more when you imprison half of them so they can have more food! Ungrateful sods. Kicking off her boots, she sets them next to the bed

  Something's off.  You can feel it in your head, in your heart, in your bones, something's different and wrong. It's pulling at your psyche, like someone's trying to claw out from a under a sea of gelatin. When you go to sleep you hear it speaking to you, but you can't remember what it said when you wake up. Looking at yourself in the mirror, it's like there's a silhouette behind you. You try to ignore it as best you can, going along with your day but it keeps nagging at you. It's like someone's following you at all times, and nothing you do can shake them. Stepping into the shower, you let the hot water run down your skin and through your long white hair. You need to relax, the stress is eating away at you. Turning away from the showerhead to reach for a bottle of shampoo, you feel the clasp of a hand on your shoulder and freeze in place. You know for a fact that there's nobody in the shower with you, but the grip is unmistakable. Turning back

  (This story was requested by Kainen, and I wrote it to fit his tastes. It may not be for everyone!) "Left! Left! Left right left! Left! Left! Left right left!" Your Company Commander belts out a tempo as you march in formation, the sun beating down on your neck. It's been two weeks since you arrived at boot camp, getting screamed at as you tried to scramble off as fast as you could. The three CCs assigned to your company are all intimidating, but you can't help but admire their fitness and attention to details. Their uniforms are all perfectly pressed, sleeves rolled evenly and boots shined so bright you can see your own reflection. Marching beside your formation, your Company Commander for today inspects everyone's posture and form, ready to pounce on any irregularities. You know this one as Petty Officer Kainen, the only female in charge of your company, her hair tied back under her cover. In any other setting you'd find her attractive but all you can focu