fantasy
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Dawn idly rocked on her stool, bored on the job. Forbidden Arts, the premiere adult needs store, was experiencing a slow day in sales, currently serving no customers at this time. This left Dawn to sit behind the counter as she waited for a new client, and her coworker Caterina, an Italian maiden who served
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It was the week leading up to Agent’s birthday, and Vanessa had meticulously, cautiously, and deliberately planned absolutely nothing for it. A “plan” was never in her cards; she much preferred to wing it. And she never did understand the concept of birthdays to begin with, considering her ageless nature. It merely confused her as
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Vanessa was not technologically literate in the slightest. The witch had no need to work with human contraptions, able to merely conjure up anything she wished whenever she wished it. Of the items she did enjoy that were made by humans, only projectors and rotary phones made the list-the former for introducing cartoons into the
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Time didn’t matter much to Vanessa, typically. As a witch living in a manor separate from all space and time, having a set schedule was impossible. Yet despite all evidence to the contrary, she seemed to be keeping track of when a certain date was-much to her ward Agent’s confusion. She seemed to be arbitrarily
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Agent was not an athletic person. As a bookworm and gamer, it was already rare enough that he engaged in legitimate exercise, let alone played sports. His lanky body and short stature helped cement the lad as a meek, timid individual. As such, his body was more prone to injury should he decide to go
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Friendly meet-ups were an exciting time for Agent, in part because of how few he was invited to. It wasn’t deliberate; schedules and distance tended to factor into his social fun, as did his consistent anxiety. At least Vanessa was around constantly, though he was more the object of her attention than an equal, a
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The woods were dark, the trees gnarled into unreal shapes around both sides of the narrow path. Only the sound of the rickety wagon was audible in this claustrophobic expanse—that, and the occasional hooting of an owl, or the howl of a wolf far in the distance. It was impossible to see anything beyond the
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Vanessa had absolutely zero expectations of her body’s figure. While she typically kept her lean body and “supple” breasts and butt as a default, she had also gone as far as to both shrink and expand herself where applicable. Mostly out of perverse investigation, although she couldn’t help but enjoy her larger shapes as well.
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The Magic Market was a world between worlds, a place where spellcasters, magicians, and assorted arcane practitioners could gather. As the name implied, often this took the form of hawking unique wares across dimensions, simplifying the gathering process immensely and providing a solid means of socializing otherwise. There was even a tavern nearby, and a
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