TheCobaltCorvus

Ian sighed as he sat himself down and began to scroll through his phone. After a long, long day at work, they wanted nothing more than to simply relax and do a little... ‘stress relief’. Opening instagram, they begin to look through their usual calls. Soon, they find a picture they like and begin to go work. The shifting hand sped up, stroking the hard shaft. Finally, with a great cry of pleasure, a font of hot, white cum burst from the tip and arced through the air. However, the throes of pleasure were quickly interrupted by a sudden onset sensation of vertigo. Their vision blurred, their senses dulled by the rushing of their mind as confusion and panic set in... However, that would all come crashing down around them as they feel... Weird. Warm. Hot water runs down their body, steam filling their lungs as they breath in and out. Their racing mind was tempered by how calm their body now suddenly felt, like a white-hot blade being plunged into ice-cold water. Taking a moment

Ponyville was as quiet as a mouse. The silence was almost deafening to all who remained awake into the young hours of the morning. The quaint little town was as silent as could be. The thatched rooves and timber walls housing near every resident who usually flocked the streets and filled them with joy and the fruits of culture. Cobble streets were untrod, market stalls sat empty until morning. However, the darkened street’s ubiquity was interrupted as bright, blinding flashes of purple light cascaded from the window of the library. If any were to see it, they would know that it was merely Twilight Sparkle, the page of the ruler of the land herself, up and at one of her late-night studying sessions she’d been reprimanded for yet again. However, tonight was different. It was like she’d reached a stone wall that could never be overcome. She’d spent months hammering away at this task she’d been assigned to no avail. Try as she might, she could not hold back the pervasive thoughts that

The vibrant world of Pokémon. Home to many creatures, stories, and tales unlike any anyone could uncover elsewhere. Tales of heroes battling grand monsters, to the villainous machinations of the teams who seek to upset the status quo. A shorter man waltzed down a well-trodden dirt path. His footwork was uncertain, his pace unsteady. Messy black hair, untamed by the works out countless barbers, sprung up and out in a variety of odd and unusual angles that almost seems to come together in a style that seems vaguely intentional. Behind him was a creature about as different as one could be. Tall and elegant. The Gardevoir smoothly seemed to glide over every bump or indent in the road that could be offered; travelling with the same grace and elegance they approached everything that life could offer. “So, Manaphy…” The trainer murmured as he peered over a rock, seeing absolutely nothing at all. Ducking back down, he sighed and hoped the information he’d obtained had not been a dud. "It

It had been over a year since the resort opened. Ever since then, the Spooky Island Resort had expanded. Branches in seemingly every single Major holiday destination in the world had sprung up; fuelled by a seemingly limitless supply of investors who’d visited the island and had witnessed its wonders first hand. Of course, with how aggressively it had spread, none could keep track of where every single demon was. Some demons simply decided against living within the confines of their supposed workplace. Instead, they found hosts they simply decided they could not live without their new hosts and left with them. Most dominated their host completely, usurping their life and, with varying results, trying to take over as their new selves. One such case, was that of Skyler. The ginger had headed to the island, hearing stories of its legendary creatures, the promise of how refreshing it was to have one’s life lived for them. There she met the demon. At first, it was a mere transaction

Eleanor waited with bated breath. She knew that, in the next few minutes, her plan would finally come into fruition. For years, she’d plotted a single, simple thing. A theft. She’d befriended Joyce years before, slowly working away at gaining her trust, her confidence, and her friendship. All for a single goal. To steal her life. Her body. Her face. The desire had been there for years now, as long as she could remember. The need to become her, rampant. Sometimes, it was the only thing clawing at her mind as she awoke and was often the thing she would close her eyes thinking about. She entered the café, smiling cheerily as she sauntered over in her red dress, her sweet and trusting expression almost making Eleanor think twice of what they were about to do. But then, in force, the urge and the will to do it came back in force. Smiling back, Eleanor was already imagining being behind that face… They chatted away, catching up on the simple stuff. Who was dating who. What was

The day was old and hanging around beyond its welcome. The night air, whilst as cold as always, was far from as refreshing as it was in the summertime. Few were revelling, none wanted the night to last any longer… That was the night Dezzy was having. Alone and bored, they’d just finished up some schoolwork and were now bored out of their mind. Options of what to do sprang up in their mind. Play some games? Nah… Boring. Maybe do some drawing? Hardly a good way to relax after working all day… Boredom ruled their mind. However, outside their room, a different creature was having its own debate. An Ectonurite, on the run from galactic law, sought refuge on earth, a planet it couldn’t be chased onto, not easily anyway. However, to complete its hiding place, it needed an earth-native disguise… Fortunately, an art student, all alone in their room, was a fine guise for them. Waiting until he looked away, the spectre slowly began to drift through the glass pane, out of the dark night and

Terrence was never too big on so-called “magic”. Ever since he’d seen a “magician” doing his thing, setting up a trick, as a small boy, he’d always seen it for exactly what it was; smoke, mirrors and misdirecting charisma. He’d hardly let such a resentment take over his life, however. This was not some comical villain origin, of Terrence seeking to destroy all Magicians… He simply… did not let it bother him. Since that day, he’d never been to another show and had no plan of that changing at all… That was until his close friend Aurora entered from stage left. The foxy heroine had a soft spot for it. The lights, the show, the excitement… It was all so exhilaratingly fun! She knew it was fake, of course. She wasn’t ignorant, merely excitable. The stage went dark. A figure, cloaked in black, slinked to the centre. The light’s clunked on, the bright beams illuminating the stage and the figure now upon it. A rabbit, in as classic of magicians garb as can be; a tall, black top hat

Waking up was an odd cocktail of sensations for the new Darshelle. It had been a week since they’d used the app on that fateful day… And since then, each and every waking moment felt like Nirvana to her. The soft sheets rubbed against their perfectly maintained skin as they slowly rose to greet the sun with more enthusiasm than they ever had done in their past life. The radiant sun beamed through the dawn-facing windows of the bedroom, waking them up in a way that was far more pleasant than a pre-dawn blaring alarm. What was odd was the fact that they never felt so… Fine with getting up beforehand. It was always such a slog to rise to meet the dawn before. Perhaps it was simply a case of their new body? That being a “morning person” or a “night owl” was simply whatever one’s flesh preferred. Or perhaps it was closer to being a case of their new life simply being so much more… luxurious. Being a well-off, beautiful woman was certainly something to look forward to after all… For

Cyrus’ day was shaping up to be… Boring. The inn room he’d rented was quiet. His friends were all seemingly busy. And he truly had nothing to do… He was lithe, his shirt just tight enough to show off his well-shaped body, honed and scarred by many battles and almost as many victories. His hair was messy, a light brown that grew lighter as it became fluff within his fox-like ears. His eyes, a cool grey green, were sharp and attentive usually. Now, they only showed the boredom of monotony. That was until his ears pricked up, picking up the sound of footsteps on the wooden floor outside. Just as one can tell the difference between a young child and a fully grown man, this Faunus’ hearing could tell hundreds of different footsteps apart. A soft click of a metallic heel, followed by the rest of the foot, a light being who placed said weight carefully too. The door lock clicked a couple of times before the latch slid sharply and the door burst open. “Alright, you degenerate! Wanna