Taken to Church and other Story Scenarios

>You're at home, chillin and watching TV.
>hear a knock on the door.
>"Who is it?"
>"Fallen God's witnesses!"
>Think, not this shit again
>"Sorry, but not interested!"
>"Too bad, because we are!"
>You fell for that hook, line and sinker.
>Open the door
>Two girls stand at your porch. One is plainly a succubus, the other is a feral Catgirl
>"I have a girlfriend already."
>"Liar." says the Succubus.
>Didn't think you'd get away with that.
>She hands you a pamphlet.
>"We are having mass tonight. Please do join."
>"Thats it?"
>Succubus smiles coyly, "Want us to convert you right now~?"
>She made a good point.
>"No thanks."
>"Then by all means, join us tonight~"
>They walk away, Catgirl prancing on all fours beside the Succubus
>did it just occur to you that the Catgirl was on a leash and collar?
>Whatever, you have to get your Sunday best ready for tonight.

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>You work at a pharmacy.
>Slow night, not many people up and about.
>Why is there a 24/7 pharmacy, you don't know, but the pay is good.
>Enters a tan girl in a hoodie and short shorts.
>She goes to the back and you here rustling.
>She comes to the register with a large armful of gauze.
>You look and see she has cracks up and down her legs.
>"Ma'am are you okay?"
>She nods her head
>"What happened to your legs?"
>No reply
>"Ma'am, if you're hurt I can get the police?"
>She hurriedly shook her head
>"You sure?"
>She nodded yes
>Rang her up for the gauze
>She fumbles for change and drops a few on the floor
>You reach down and pick it up for her
>Hand it back
>"Here you go."
>She takes the change.
>Your hands touch.
>She suddenly collapses.
>Turn around the counter and pick her up.
>"Ma'am!"
>She's suddenly kissing you
>You're shocked and struck dumbfounded
>She pulls off her hoodie and shorts
>Her body now reminds you of your orientation at the pharmacy
>Some of your customers could be monster girls
>It suddenly makes sense about the gauze and cracks on her skin
>She was a Mummy.
>But this is just a background thought as you and here are now getting to know each other on the pharmacy floor.

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>You are at a local bar.
>Old fashioned jukebox in the corner and pool table on the floor.
>Drinks free for the auspicious night.
>Not the average picture for Christmas Eve.
>Your life as a mailman is boring and dreary, much worse, unattractive.
>You take another watered down beer and swivel in the barstool.
>A glimpse of pink catches your eye.
>A flashy girl in pink Santa wear, puts cash in the jukebox.
>Piano notes start to play.
>The girl turns and sways to Crystal Gayle, showing off her milk chocolate skin.
>Slowly she begins to sing out the words.
>You are glad for something other than Christmas carols.
>She sings and leans on a golden bow treating it as if it were a microphone.
>That and the arrow holster leaning against the jukebox gave her away as a Cupid.
>The crowd finds her endearing.
>Suddenly she starts to choke up and cry at the end of her song.
>The on lookers look away, back to their eggnog and IPhones.
>You swallow liquid courage and stood up, coming beside her.
>You sing and drape an arm around her waist for comfort.
>Together you sing the last tunes of the classic song.
>You wipe away her tears, and look into her cocoa brown eyes.
>The sight strikes your heart better than any arrow.
>"What turned your brown eyes blue?"

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>You are a college student.
>Barely getting by as it was, you ended up rooming with a Weresheep.
>Not that you particularly cared, you got along just fine with everyone.
>However, your Weresheep companion is an avid runner.
>She'll get up early in the morning to go jog.
>She'll make healthy protein shakes.
>She'll do morning exercises.
>All to prepare her for running marathons and so on.
>Wouldn't be a problem.
>Except, she wakes you in the morning to jog with her.
>Jars you awake with the blender.
>And brings you out of dreamland with her work out music.
>Needless to say, you're losing sleep.
>One day, you get back from exams to lay down and get some shut eye.
>Your roommate comes in fresh from her most recent marathon.
>She's sweaty, which is usually a turn off.
>She comes up to your bed.
>Bashful and hiding her hands behind her back.
>"Hey...I'm sorry for making you lose sleep..."
>You feel better that she's apologizing for it.
>"It's alright. I got some good studying out of it."
>Still sweaty, she climbs into bed next to you.
>Her wool and workout clothes stick to your skin.
>Oddly you're not disgusted, quite the opposite.
>She nuzzles you.
>"How about...we catch up on some sleep together?"

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>you're a woman living in an apartment on the upper floor.
>one day you hear rustling in the ceiling.
>you check your hallway.
>there is an attic door.
>you go up and find a trio of mice girls.
>the plead with you for food and a place to stay.
>they pull on your heart stings and you give in.
>you give them food and water, under the condition that they remain quiet.
>you don't hear from them for the rest of the evening.
>you go to sleep.
>wake up at 4:00am.
>the three mice girls are there.
>"We just want to repay you back, ma'am~"
>tribadism and cunt licking ensue for the remainder of the night.
>wake up to a bed of naked mice girls.
>become addicted to it.
>continue to fuck your mice mates.
>eventually become a Succubus.
>together with your mice girls you hatch a plan.
>invite an exterminator to the house.
>exterminator has double sided dildos and handcuffs as a means of catching the mice.
>he is trapped and bound by said handcuffs.
>the exterminator was then raped repeatedly.

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>Home.
>There is snow and ice outside.
>Its quiet and cold.
>You get up to check the heater.
>Its on it's last leg at 48 degrees.
>You don't have enough blankets to keep warm.
>No portable heater.
>The stove is a piece of shit.
>You bundle up in all the blankets on the couch, still shaking cold.
>Doorbell rings.
>Who the fuck would be outside?
>Shuffle over to the door and unlock it.
>Crack the door open.
>Bombarded with a cold breeze and cheer.
>"Hi there, Mister! I'm Hilda! I'm your assigned hug girl!"
>Through the blowing wind, you manage to get her inside.
>"My what now?"
>The Yeti is in a single blue bikini top and daisy dukes, plus a lime green scarf.
>"I have been assigned to you by the Michigan Board of Utilities, to be your personal heater!"
>"How...the hell?"
>She puts you down on the couch and seeps into the covers with you.
>"See? Aren't I warm?"
>Indeed as soon as you feel her fluffy touch, you feel much more warmer.
>She wraps her giant paws around your arms and hugs around your body with her large, fluffy legs.
>Her soft breasts press against your chest, the feeling somehow permeating through your sweater.
>Your faces are close to each other.
>"A-Am I do a good job, M-Mister?"
>You feel a bulge beginning to rise from the heat between you two.
>"Y-Yes you're doing...very good."
>She adjusts herself and places your suffocated erection in between her thighs.
>"Mister...is it cold...down there too?"
>She grinds your crotch.
>You wince as you could almost feel the soft thighs through your sweat pants.
>She looks away from your eyes, but sways closer to your face.
>"M-Maybe...maybe we can get warmer with these clothes off."

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>Be a Manticore
>Find that your bf is hanging out with some girl you don't know
>She and him are getting frisky
>Rage ensues
>But instead of making a public scene, go to the parking garage
>Search for a while
>Find his nice, suped up, four wheel drive Mustang
>Hold tail like a Louisville slugger bat
>Beat and break the metal fender
>Take your paws and make long scratches and gouges in his paint
> Fire some quills and flatten his tires
> Smash in his tail lights and windows
>Finally get inside the car
>Take a single quill from your tail
>Carve your name in all of his leather vinyl seats
>Then walk away and look for a better man

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>Be a bartender
>Bar is a small hole-in-the-wall, brick walls and a few tables with a bland counter top
>Time is 4:55
>Hear a low rumble
>See a baby blue low-riding Poniac pull up the curb
>Then the car cuts
>Then the click clack of heels
>Door opens
>First through is a Succubus with flippant purple wings and daisy dukes, white tee top and high heels
>Second through is an oriental girl in a white sundress and matching heels
>They breeze past the few customers here at this time
>The Succubi's eyes are glued to you
>Time 4:56
>"Hey," she asks, "what kind of drinks you got?"
>"A lot," you say, "Depends on the drinker."
>She laughs
>Oriental girl speaks up, surprisingly good English, "What do you recommend for us girls?" coy smile.
>Time 4:57
> Some smart ass line "Looking at the two of you, I take it you girls missed Sunday service?"
>"Oh you betcha~" Succubus girl leans on the counter.
>Oriental girl does the same
>Both bearing good cleavage.
>"So Mister Bar man. What. Do. You. Re-co-mmend?"
>Time 4:58
> "I would recommend whiskey."
>They both giggle and trail their fingers on the counter top
>Pour them drinks
>Time 4:59
>Give them the whiskey
>"Ain't ever seen y'all here before, just passin' through?"
>Both girls take their glass and shotgun it whole before your eyes
>Both let out a hot sigh, rosy cheeked and all
>"You could say that~"
>Then you see it.
>The Succubus fiddles with her white tee, sweat wetting it for a glazing view
>The Oriental girl's dress does the same, but now little flicks of blue on her ears and under her dress
>Time 5:00
>They look to you and lick their lips
>"Would you look at that, it's five o' clock~."
>You have a real good feelin' somethin' bad about to happen

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>Be an average man.
>You work out and attend a job at the local grocery store.
>It's your day off.
>You laze around and enjoy your day off.
>Enter your Chimera waifu.
>She works as a secretary at a law firm and is constantly stressed.
>Edit, all parts of her are constantly stressed.
>On days like these, you have a job to do.
>One befitting of all men.
>Slowly you strip her of her pencil skirt and uniform and get her naked.
>Lay them down and begin to sensually massage them.
>After barely ten minutes, they say that they want it.
>Spend an entire hour playing and fucking until you finally splooge.
>Feel accomplished.
>As you're walking away from the bed, a light appears.
>Suddenly your Chimera waifu splits into each three of her personalities.
>All are sexually aroused despite having just gone for an hour.
>Spend four more hours pleasuring them.
>You are bone dry.
>You crawl across the floor and make it past the threshold of the bedroom door.
>Your lips are cracked and parched as the only word you mutter is-
>"Water..."
>Before your prayers can be answered, you are dragged back into the foursome.
>Door shuts.

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>Work as a bartender
>You have many customers tonight
>Big venue tonight
>Loud music
>Loud people
>You hate it
>You're irritated by it enough already
>Bitchy Dragon girl gets to the bar
>Calls you a sissy and orders vodka
>Make excuse to get a new bottle in the back
>Grab a cup
>Grab Vodka
>Got to the back
>Furiously masturbate until you manage to splooge in her glass
>Mix it with the vodka
>Go to the first aid cabinet in the back
>In case of Emergency: Raging Shroom
>Get back to the bar
>Bitchy Dragon girl is impatient and cusses you out
>Give her the drink and she walks away
>See her drink it
>She immediately chugs it
>Best thing she ever had
>Realizes what it was
>Goes after you
>Good thing you ate that shroom

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>Be a company CEO
>Pretty successful
>You're well off, but ain't too much of a dick about it
>Actually work
>Get home
>Penthouse
>Modest interior
>Fall asleep
>Wake up middle of the night
>Heard a thing of glass break
>check Kitchen
>Nothing
>Check everywhere
>Still nothing
>Set and double check security system
>Get back to bed
>Wake up thirty minutes later
>Tied to you bed posts
>Gagged
>Naked
>Figure is straddled over you
>Out pops cat eyes and ears
>"Oh my~ The CEO really does have the big 'bucks'~"
>See a masked cat girl in the moonlight
>"Time to steal the family jewels~"
>Milked thoroughly
>Needless to say, you didn't get much sleep
>Wake up with this thought
>She broke into my house
>Disabled the security system
>Tied me up with tentative care
>All that work just to fuck me all night
>Guess it was good that you told her to come back

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>Be enjoying some nice Florida sun.
>Beach time.
>There's beach balls and umbrella's everywhere; so many colors.
>You got your trunks on, you got your board in hand.
>Lets do some surfing.
>You swim out to the sea, paddling up to an oncoming wave.
>Take position and glide over the waters with increasing speed.