Anon 2nd-person shorts

"I know we said we were going to wait until October, but..." Sibella chews her words as her eyes search yours, looking for the right way to convince you. Somehow she manages to turn a slightly deeper shade of purple, at least across her cheeks. She reaches for you, seeking some sort of guidance, and places her gentle hand against your chest. "It's just that a ghoul girl like myself has certain needs, you know? It-- it's hard to push those urges away. I keep telling myself that the responsible thing to do is to wait, but then I look at you and--"

Sibella's gaze lowers from your face, and you see a quick flash of her tongue as she wets her ruby red lips and ivory white fangs with saliva. She swallows loudly, and her fingers clench against your shirt and grab hold of it. You can tell she's fighting the urge to simply tear it off of you completely.

"Perhaps... perhaps if we start with just a little teeny tiny taste for now, we can hold off on going all the way for a while longer...?"

She slinks smoothly into your arms, pressing her lithe form against yours. You can feel her breathing heavily, a cool and perfumed scent pushing past your nose. Sibella's voice lowers an octave, close enough to your ear that her throaty whisper comes across crystal clear.

"October is soooo far away," she mewls, the need thick in her voice. All she needs to abate her suffering is some small gesture of your consent. You know you shouldn't, but her pitiful clinging against you is getting harder and harder to ignore. Sibella's hands creep across your body, finding their way into places they shouldn't. "Please don't make me wait Anon, nobody has to know..."

The icy sting of her fangs piercing the skin of your neck lasts only a moment, replaced by the hot throb of your blood rushing up to nourish her. Sibella purrs happily against your shoulder as she fastens her soft lips against your flesh to feed...

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"Heeeyyyy, cadet, I've been looking all over the school for you! Haha! What are you doing locked in your bedroom all by yourself for?"

"Huh? Well yeah, I can see you're half-naked, so what? C'mon, it's not like this is the first bedroom I've floated through... not to mention bathrooms, locker rooms, dressing rooms, boudoirs..."

"Oh! You mean you were about to...? Hphht, pht-Pwah-hahaha-HAHAHA!"

"No no no, I'm not laughing at that. That's just like, my go-to reaction when I don't know what to say. THAT'S something I've never walked in on before. Actually, heheh, uhh, you could keep going...? Heh. Y'know if you still were going to, I can leave if you prefer, or else I could... maybe... stay?"

"Wow, really? Okay, I promise to stay out of your way and not make a peep! Really! You can just... just go to town, okay? Really give it one hundred and ten percent! HaheeheehehHAHA!"

"Hey, is this that thing that humans do to make ectoplasm? I heard there was a way that boy humans can do that. Really? I always wondered if it was like mine. Would it be weird if I asked to touch it? Maybe… maybe even taste it? Just a little nibble, hahaheehee, I promise I’ll leave the rest for you! You can do whatever it is boys do with their slime when they don’t have a phantom watching.”

“Oh, for real? All of it? That’s so generous of you cadet! Okay, wow, huhHAHaha! I’m getting anxious now. Is it coming soon? Oh, okay, I’ll just get down on my knees like this then. Yep, see, now you can just slime me right in the mouth!”

“C’mon now, don’t hold back!”

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"Hey champ, how are you holding up? Only got four more hours until the sun comes up, and then you're through your first full moon as a werewolf."

"Yeah I know, lycanthropy is a real bitch... uhhg, that wasn't a pun, I promise. Listen, I'm... I'm reeeeally sorry I bit you Anon. I know I already apologized, but still feel really rotten seeing you have to suffer through what's happening to your bod. I know from experience how much it sucks and I wanted to do everything I could to make it easier on you. Look, I brought you some fresh cuts from the butcher shop! Nice and bloody raw, and I hardly nibbled on it at all!"

"So is there anything else I can do for you to-- oh. Uh. Hrm. *cough* That's quite a 'red rocket' you got going there. Not sure what I can-- ummm, well listen I used to find a pillow to grind on when I was-- H-hey!"

"Anon, no! Down, Anon, down! This is really not safe for you to be all over me like this!"

"I didn't... I didn't say I didn't like it, I just mean... (huff) you're new to being a wolf, but (huff) there's this thing for girl werewolves, see it's like a cycle, I mean (huff) It's like a, like, uhhmmm (huff huff) Oh Anon you've got to stop licking me like that, you don't understand what that's going to do to me~~ooOOH! (HUFF) I can't- can't Anon I can't ooooOOOOOWWWW YEAH BABY!"

"You're gonna regret this in an hour when you find out what the 'knot' is!"

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"Eeeeek!" Tanis shrieks in her girlish voice, vibrating in fear on the car seat next to you. It takes a moment but she finds the courage to take another breath and pull the bandages off her eyes again, venturing another look at the movie you are watching together. Her lower lip still quivers, and she sniffles, then glares at you accusingly. "Why did you pick such a scary movie for our first date Anon?"

Before you can answer Tanis grabs the jumbo-sized soda and takes a long slurp to steady her nerves. Despite her frequently attacks of explosive cowardice, your young date's eyes remain riveted to the screen of the drive-in theater. She finishes off the soda and tosses the empty cup aside, then gropes blindly for a fresh handful of popcorn.

Tanis gasps when her hand finds yours and clutches it reflexively. It takes her a few seconds to swing her gaze around to fully accept what has happened, then immediately starts to apologize.

"S-ssorry Anon, I didn't, I mean ah-" Tanis stammers, then realizes you haven't pulled your hand away from hers. The thought curls the edges of her little ebony lips up in a timid smile. "Is... is this okay?"

She sees you nod and her smile broadens and nearly breaks out into a full-on giggle. She flutters her eyelashes and struggles to turn her attention back to the movie, but you notice her stealing frequent glances in your direction. And when the next scare comes from the movie it catches her so much by surprise that the popcorn is completely upended by Tanis' shrieking, kicking, flailing panic.

When her panic attack passes, Tanis finds herself snuggled into your protective arms. Her worries that she's done something improper are banished by a simple squeeze, and she releases a contented sigh and relaxes against your warmth. "Anon, can we watch the rest of the movie like this please? I'd feel a lot more... safer."

"I never thought a movie called 'The Prince of Egypt' would be so terrifying!"

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"I'm pleased you haff agreed to help vit zis, uh, experiment," Elsa says, just barely audible over the pumped-in phonograph music. With one hand in hers and the other placed on her meaty hip, it's everything you can do just to keep step with her and avoid having your toes crushed by the wooden blocks she uses for dance shoes. Still, the view's not bad; with Elsa towering a full eight inches taller than you, it's nigh-impossible not to stare into her amply displayed cleavage all evening long. Elsa's long fingers tickle at your neck and you venture a look up at her to find her beaming a lopsided grin at you.

Then suddenly, a bright blue spark jumps out of the bolt on the side of Elsa's neck.

"Ooh! Achh, don't mind zat cadet... I suppose one would call that a 'spark' between us, ja? Huheheh!"

Suddenly the gentle atmosphere of the Grimwood Sadie Hawkins Dance is split by paint-peeling laughter. "Eeeeeheehehehahahaha!" Phantasma shrieks as she sails over the dance floor, dangling one of your hapless brothers-in-arms by his pants leg. She barely noticed though, immensely more interested as she was in pointing at Elsa. "Look, looook!" she hollers, swooping low, "Elsa must really like this one, she's spittin' volts out right on the dance floor!"

"Nein, nein!" Elsa stiffens in your arms, clasping a hand over her neck to hide her faux pas. "Eets just... a little over-exhuberance from... the dancing."

"Oooooo-ooohhh!" Tanis catcalls as she and her dance partner spin past on your left. "Elsa and Anon, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G!"

"They call me an animal!" Winnie laughs as she dances past next. "Keep it in yer pants, Frankenstein!"

All this attention only exacerbates the problem and Elsa grows flushed. But you aren't about to let your date be publicly mocked! You pull her flush against you and switch from waltz to tango, eliciting a surprised and pleasured "Ooohh!" from Elsa. Her neck bolts glow and burst like fireworks going off.

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"Aren't you going to invite me inside, Anon? I did fly all the way from Barren Bog just to visit you tonight. You're not going to leave me outside all night long are you?"
Sibella's pointed fingertips lightly tap and scratch against the glass of your windowpane. Her luminous eyes lock on you in your bed, the absolute darkness offering you no concealment from her perfect predator's vision. Sibella smiles and giggles cutely, amused by the sight of you in your sleeping clothes. Her breath makes a little spot of condensation where it fogs up the glass.
"Don't worry, this isn't a formal visit. No need to get dressed up on my account," Sibella assures you, idly twirling her long purple locks around her index finger. Her gaze lowers to her own dress, a simple dark robe cinched at the waist with a red sash. One shapely leg slips out through a slit up the side. "Let's keep things casual, shall we? Just invite me in and I'll slip into something comfy. We can cuddle up under a blanket together! Nice and snug."
"Come over to the window and unlock the latch, wouldn't you please? It's chilly out here!" she says with a shiver, her glossy red lips pulling back to show her chattering fangs. Sibella's arms wrap around her middle, hugging herself tightly and pushing her bosom up against the fabric of her dress. Apparently she wasn't lying about the cold. She sucks a breath in through her teeth, making a faint hungry hissing sound.
"Would you like me to sing for you Anon? Or I could read to you in your bed. Invite me into your home, Anon, where I can be warm. I'll put the kettle on and whip up some nibbles for you in the kitchen; I've learned how to be quite domestic at the Finishing School. Won't it be nice to have our bellies full? You'll love my cooking. You'll love my singing. You'll love the tender ways that I can touch you."
"If you'll just
INVITE
ME
IN."