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Thread: Fear of the dark (ssk and Spud)

There was a a normal looking garden. Nothing odd about it, except a weird old tree. It looked like it had just started growing, and died. Not big enough to be considered a tree, and wilting away. A huge breeze came barreling down through the garden and the tree started to sway back and forth, almost as if it was waving to her. Calling her. She approached the tree and the voice came again, the dirt.. kill the stillborn tree and find the key in its roots
Thread: Fear of the dark (ssk and Spud)

Kaitlyn stood in the garden. Not much to look at but pretty none the less...save that dead looking tree. A wind picked up and the tree started to sway. Was it waving to her? Calling her? There was a voice on the wind to, telling her to go to the tree and dig. Kaitlyn felt like she was in a daze, like sleep-walking. She approached the tree, picking up a shovel that lay against the house. She began to dig uprooting the dead tree as she dug. After some time the tree was uprooted and Kaitlyn knelt into the dirt. She began to root around looking for something. She was not sure what but something told her she would know it when she found it. Her fingers hurt as she dug through the cold hard dirt. She stopped. Her fingers had grazed something. Something not dirt or stone or root. Something metal. Something...not natural. She dug it out and there, in the dirt between the dead roots lay...a key. She picked up the key. It looked like an ordinary key. Nothing special...but it seemed to thrum. It seemed to...speak to her...
Thread: Fear of the dark (ssk and Spud)

It felt like the key was pulsating in between her fingers, like a beating heart. The key almost felt like a magnet was pulling on it, towards the house. Clearly wanting to go to the basement door and for her to open up the basement. it almost wiggled in her fingers, like it was going to fall out of her hand. open the dooooor The voice seemed to say over the winds and through the key. It was almost like the key itself was alive and asking her to do this. The door to her house that she had just left slowly opening, making a loud creaking noise as it did. All the wind seemed to go away and all the sounds of birds chirping and other small life qualities had stopped. The trees no longer moved and the grass wasn't swaying, it was like Kaitlyn was stuck in a soundless echo chamber.
Thread: Fear of the dark (ssk and Spud)

Kaitlyn felt like the key was dragging her to the door. It wanted to be there. It wanted the door open. Kaitlyn tried to fight it but the key had a mind of its own and Kaitlyn felt her will slowly being sapped by the voice and the key. Kaitlyn groaned as she tried to regain control but a dark part of her was gaining strength. The part that wanted the dream...and the man...to return. Before she knew what was happening she was standing before the door. Her hand as if by its own volition put the key into the keyhole and turned. There was an audible click and the door was unlocked. Kaitlyn's hand fell away from the key. She slowly reached for the handle and turned and opened the door. It slowly swung in making a creaking noise as it did. There were stairs leading downward. It was dark and there was a smell. An ancient smell. Like an old tome from an ancient library. It smelt...dark. She took in a deep breath. Part of her wanted to close the door, lock it and throw the key away. But a larger part, a stronger part, a darker part, willed her onward. She began descending down the stairs. Kaitlyn felt like she was on the outside watching a scary movie. This would be the part where she screams at the heroine not to go down the stairs. This would be the part of the movie when a great evil gets released. This would be about the time that everything goes pear-shaped.
Thread: Fear of the dark (ssk and Spud)

Each step on the creaky floor like that of a horror movie. It was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. The air was thick and somewhat cloudy down here, making it a little difficult to breath. Seeing a bunch of old things at the bottom of the stairs, not just 1950's old, but probably from the dark ages. Weird books with weird symbols, odd looking mechanical machines. Writing on the walls and strange looking statues. Then the door to the basement slammed shut and the room started glowing, gas seeped from the floor and they all took the shape of skulls and human faces. Making screaming noises as they arose from the depths of the house itself. Going towards windows and exiting everything. The books opening up and pages turning so fast you could barely see them. Things falling off shelves and making loud clattering noises. A ghost like figure walking out of a dark corner of the room, he looked like the man from her dream. He was smiling and he looked quite pleased, the ghosts still creeping up from under the house moving upwards. Grabbing her chin, he felt like a thick mist. He looked her in the eyes and smiled thank you.. we've been stuck down here for far too long. Now that we're out.. we need to harvest more power, you'll help us with that He seemed like he was going to do something.
Thread: Fear of the dark (ssk and Spud)

Each step echoed as the old floor boards creaked. She looked back towards the door that was slowly sinking away. It seemed like it was miles away. She reached the bottom and looked around. There were old tomes and strange artifacts. It looked like something from a horror film by Lovercraft. Just then the door slammed shut and Kaitlyn screamed as she spun around and began back upstairs. It was pitch black though...for a moment but soon the velvet blackness was replaced by an eerier green glow emanating from everywhere. She turned and faced the inside of the basement. A green mist had begun to rise from the floor and seep from the walls. She thought she was going mad but she could make out faces in the mist. Death masks locked in perpetual pain and anguish screaming at her. She began to sob from fear that began to well up inside. Out of thd corner she saw a tall figure. She squinted as she tried to make out the figure but soon she recognised him. She had seem him somewehere, she had heard his voice before. She backed away as he croached ever closer. She stumbled over the bottom step and tumbled onto the stair caae back against the steps. The man of must grabbed her chin. He seemed to be getting ready to do something and she was sure she was not going to like it.
Thread: Fear of the dark (ssk and Spud)

A small translucent chain wrapped around her ankle, it disappeared but she could still clearly feel it. The weight, the pressure, the grip of the chain was all too real. Even if it wasn't there anymore, You can't leave this town.. no matter how hard you try, it won't happen The ghostly figure smiles a wide toothy grin at her. give into our wants and it will be easier and better for you he said ominously before dissipating into the fog. Just then she felt a huge tug, pulling her into the center of the room. Laying on her back with her shirt slightly up her stomach. She could feel gripping from all around her, the fog getting thicker and thicker. It felt like hands groping all over her body, her thighs, arms, shoulders, wrists, breasts, ankles, and her neck. Slowly feeling and letting their fingers wander around her body. She couldn't see anything other than fog, and the force was holding her down. Making it impossible for her to get up, the groping of her breasts getting really intense and tight. She was able to see her shirt tighten around her soft lumps. The ones on her thigh going high right on the inner thigh and right next to her pussy.
Thread: Fear of the dark (ssk and Spud)

She gasped as she felt something wrap around her ankle. She looked down and saw something that looked like a chain lock itself to her ankle before disappearing. She could not see it anymore but she felt it was still there. She looked up as the 'man' approached her just before becoming fog. The fog swirled around her and pulled her to the center of the room and lay her down onto her back. She squirmed. She wanted to scream and run and fight but she felt her body resist her silent screaming mind. She felt 'hands' fondle and explore her body. Her white tank top was pulled up exposing her taunt flat belly. She saw felt invisible hands and fingers run over her skin and explore her body. She let out a sigh as the hands delved over every part of her. Her back arched slightly as hands groped her breasts. She felt as her nipples got hard and pressed against her top. She wanted to make them stop but she felt...powerless...and was not all that sure she wanted it to stop. Hands slid up her thighs and ran up to her white cotton panties. She tried to close her legs. She moaned as she tried to fight against herself. Surely she was not enjoying this. Surely this is wrong. Surely she was not letting herself get 'raped' by some ethereal being. Surely this cannot be real. Surely...
Thread: Fear of the dark (ssk and Spud)

The hands didn't fear exploring her body. Her stomach, being the first. They slowly move their hands down to her stomach and feel the taught soft skin. rubbing up and down before going up her shirt and moving to her decently sized breasts going under the bra and grabbing her nipples. Stretching them and pinching them. The shirt has no visible signs of moving from the hands. The hands around her wrists and ankles go away, and let her struggle as much as she wants. The hands on her thighs move to her pussy feeling and grabbing the lips inside her panties. Stretching them out and spreading them, she can feel her body getting played with under neath her clothes. its a very surreal experience, that she can only question her own sanity at this point. Then she feels a cold lick on her ear, like a long tongue. Going into her ear canal and licking in a gross possessive way.
Thread: Fear of the dark (ssk and Spud)

She squirmed and struggled as the ghostly hands explored her body without fear or remorse. She was nothing but a plaything to the roaming hands. She felt powerless...and aroused. The hands fondled her and touched her and caressed her. She gasped as the hands let go of her wrists and ankles and reached for her leaking pussy. She remained splayed open, not from force but from feeling that she should. Her back arched as the fingers traced over her pulsing swollen pussy. She felt the lips being tugged and played with. She struggled mentally feeling her mind screaming for sense. She felt a cold animalistic lick dragged over her cheek and slide into her ear. She gasped at the feel of the cold wetness. This can't be real. This can't be happening. She tried to rationalise what was happening but her mind was on the verge of snapping so she tried to think of other things while she was being raped by some ethereal being or beings.
Thread: Tokyo Trip: Interactive Fiction

This fiction is going to revolve around one simple idea that I hope has some potential. It's a piece of solo writing, but with each update I'll add a poll at the end so you lovely people of Blue Moon have input on the story. Comments are welcome as well. I hope you enjoy. I'll try to make each message on the short side compared to what's usual in this section, so I can include people's input as often as possible. Furukawa Aoi hurried up through the international terminal of the Haneda airport in Tokyo, her white sundress fluttering wildly with each step. It was a most uncouth behavior, something that was rarely seen unless it was rush hour at the subway, so the shame allied with the exertion and the heat to make her tanned face look red. Finally reaching her destination, she had to go back a few steps to recover one of the white sandals that covered her feet, noticing that it had slipped in one of those final steps. Did I make it... Aoi mumbled in a thick Japanese accent, her dark brown, almost black eyes jumping from monitor to monitor, searching for information. A heavy sigh of relief soothed the tension on her petite body, her hands leaning on her knees for support as she recovered her breath. It seemed that she had arrived on time after all, so Aoi dug into her white backpack for a small pink towel to discreetly dry her forehead. It was a charring day of August, and it was doubtful that the month would give them pause unless a serious storm came in. And nobody wanted that. Her dainty hands folded the towel before returning it inside the backpack, retrieving a small bottle of water this time. Ahhh... another sigh escaped her lips, this one of content after she took a couple gulps from the bottle. Aoi normally could stand both exercising and heat, but at the same time and worried about her task? That drained the life out of her, at least for a moment. One of the wonders of youth was how fast she could recover. The bottle returned to that small yet stuffed backpack of hers, all sorts of maps and guides occupying most of the space. Come on, where... she grumbled, digging back into it to finally manage to fish a folded cardboard sign. Taking a deep breath, Aoi focused on the task at hand, the one she didn't want to fail at, she just couldn't. Maybe she wasn't what the tourist expected, but she could do the job, or so she thought. Noise and activity went around Aoi without making her move, just being a bit of a nuisance, so as impassive as a stone in the middle of a river, Aoi just waited. The flight from San Francisco flashed on the screen as marked its arrival, so Aoi stood there, holding the scribbled sign, waiting for the passengers to get out. Waiting for Sam. The first question is pretty simple
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Thread: A new job in Tainted Mass Space (Scrum x Firestarter09)

Gage Azan glanced around as he walked down the street, it was his first time on this particular planet and old habits died far too hard. He had been out of the U.G.C military for 6 months now, but he couldn't shake the military mindset, of being cautious, especially when somewhere he hadn't been before, somewhere he didn't know the layout. where he didn't know the escape routes. No, no stupid Gage, there weren't escape routes anymore, he wasn't in the military anymore damnit. He shook his head and cursed himself, trying his best to relax. He didn't have time to get distracted by old feelings like that, he needed to focus on the job he was on his way to. There had been a listing for an experienced Pilot and Bodyguard, both things Gage could excel in, particularly thanks to his rather unique past. During his time in the military he had been part of a top secret project, whilst not born a Biotic like some humans had been recently, Gage now possessed Biotic abilities well ahead of any human and without the need for any kind of control implants. It was all thanks to the project that had introduced Asari genetic material into his body that had occurred shortly after first contact between the U.G.C and the Citadel races, to ensure that this new mysterious group didn't have a major advantage over the U.G.C. He had been gifted with the unique Biotic abilities of an Asari, along with at least some of their more evolved nervous system and, as it turned out, at least some of their drastic lifespan. The only outward sign of that was his youthful appearance, which the doctors had said he was likely to maintain for at least several centuries. That was all behind him now though, and Gage now found himself outside of the warzones and battlegrounds of the far frontiers of the U.G.C and Citadel space he had spent the last several years in, mainly fighting against slavers and pirates, not to mention secret Black Ops against terrorist groups and stopping wars before they could happen, back safely in the space of the U.G.C itself, though a planet he hadn't been to before, why would he, it was peaceful here after all. Having seen both it was rather remarkable how many similarities there between U.G.C space and Citadel space, many different kinds of aliens all around, living together in peace. It brought a smile to his face to see people smiling and laughing together rather than trying to kill one another, tiny shards of metal whizzing past at thousands of miles per hour. Gage pushed the thoughts from his mind as he realised he was here, looking up at the building, then back down at the datapad in his hands. Yes, this was the place alright. Hopefully he'd get the job, as much as he was enjoying 'retirement', the money he'd been paid wouldn't exactly last him a few centuries, he needed a job he could do well to get through the rest of his life. Alright Gage, here we go He took a deep breath and grinned, then tapped the call button beside the door.
Thread: A new job in Tainted Mass Space (Scrum x Firestarter09)

Menta sighed a bit, brushing her gray bangs off to the side, as her grey cat ears that rested atop her head twitched and swiveled around picking up the slighist sound, her twin grey cat tails that came from her rear, well not from in her rear, Menta was a woman around twenty, she was the daughter of Victor Shepard Steele a famous galactic adventurer, businessman, and playboy who lived during and after the 13th Great, He founded Steele Tech, one of the most successful Mega-Corporations in U.G.C space, she was also the twin to Meena Shepard Steele, who was currently in her lab, as Menta walked to the door she forgot to put clothes on, letting her body being show off, from her large E-cup breasts to her sexy ass, to her sweet pussy lips, to her large cock and balls, she was a stunning example of hermaphrodite kaithrit, her cock was fully erect as she opened the door. Yes?
Thread: A new job in Tainted Mass Space (Scrum x Firestarter09)

Gage heard movement from the other side of the door, thankful he wouldn't have to wait too long. He'd done a little research into this place, it was owned, indirectly, by the Steele Tech corporation. It was impossible not to have heard of them, impossible to not own at least one thing that they had manufactured or been involved with in some way, and it was impossible to not have heard of Victor Steele, the founder of the company. A bit less known however were his daughters, all Gage knew was that they at least had a reputation as scientists of some sort and that they were at least half Kaithrit, though beyond that it seemed that Steele Tech were able to keep secrets even from Gage's military contacts, though that was hardly surprising for any Mega-Corporations, they often fielded intelligence services even beyond the capabilities of the military after all. Uhhhh... Of all the things that Gage had been expecting when the door opened, a completely naked hermaphrodite with a large erection was...well...if it had been on the list it would've been pretty near the bottom. He couldn't help staring at her naked form for a few moments, then had to glance down at his data pad to check the address once more, though that ended up causing him to also look down more directly at her cock, before looking quickly back up to her face. .....Menta Steele? Uh...I'm here about the job advertisement...? The pilot and bodyguard? I'm...Gage Azan?
Thread: A new job in Tainted Mass Space (Scrum x Firestarter09)

Menta eyes widened in response to what he said. A grin spread across her face as she grabbed his arm and lead in him into the building, using a surprising amount of strength, she forced him over to the couch in the middle of the room before closing the door. Why hello. She said seductively to Gage, her eyes locking with his as she made her approach, each step her assets jiggled, and with every step she had sexy sway, there was a noticeable liquid leaking from the tip of her cock, It seemed to be bits of pre-cum, as she got close to Gage she straddled him, sitting face to face, her sexy ass and thighs were pressing against his crotch. I think im going to have some fun! She purred seductively, placing a hand on his shoulder and keeping him in place, as another arm reached behind the couch, unknown to Gage there was pocket swon into said couch. In said pocket contained a silver object with a pointed end, some type of injection based object. How big are you? She asked.
Thread: A new job in Tainted Mass Space (Scrum x Firestarter09)

Gage didn't resist when she grabbed him and pulled him inside, though from her grip it seemed she was certainly stronger than she looked. He dropped onto the couch, looking up at her as Mental closed the door then started to approach him slowly, his eyes constantly shifting focus to different parts of her body as they jiggled and bounced. Why the hell was she completely naked anyway? And why was she so aroused? More to the point, why was she being quite so...seductive towards him? Um...so...I came about the job you advertised? Gage shivered slightly as she straddled him, feeling the soft flesh pressing against him. How big am- In his slightly confused state it took Gage a second to realise what she meant, though he certainly wasn't an idiot and understood exactly what she was talking about. It was certainly one of the stranger questions to be asked at a job interview he had to admit. Well uh, I'm not enhanced down there or anything so...about 8 inches I think?
Thread: A new job in Tainted Mass Space (Scrum x Firestarter09)

Menta licked her lips happily and started to grind her ass and thighs against Gage crotch, rubbing harder and harder as she felt the cock grow more erect in the pants. She could feel it strain the pants Gage was wearing. Menta pulled the pen out from the pocket. Now we are going to have some fun. She cooed to Gage as she brought the arm holding the pen and stabbing it into his shoulder, injecting whatever was in it.