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embyrinitalics · 10 months

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Have a fun little prompt:

TP Zelda gets a dog. Link is unimpressed. She calls the dog Link. Chaos ensues.

That's it. That's the prompt.

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“What is that?”

“The latest taxation proposition for Lanayru province.”

“Not that. That.”

The queen set the top page of her report aside, not deigning to glance beneath her desk.

“It’s a dog.”

“Yes. But what is it doing here?”

“It’s mine.”

The captain of the guard waited a beat. She turned another page.

“You got a dog.”

“Yes.”

“May I ask why?”

“Dogs are good companion animals.”

He folded his arms, frowning at it. It laid down and folded its paws, unmoved.

“And why do you need a companion animal?”

“You seem needlessly fixated, Sir Link.”

“You’re avoiding the question, Your Majesty.”

“Why? Does it pose a threat to my security?”

“It’s unlike you.”

“Not so. I’ve always liked dogs. And companion animals can be very soothing.”

“You already have—”

Her eyes met his at the same time his teeth met each other. Her gaze lingered, and he strategically uncrossed his arms. Beneath the desk, the dog sniffed.

She turned another page.

“Did you have something for me?”

He did. He fished the envelope out of his breast pocket and stepped closer to hold it out to her across her workspace. She reached for her letter opener and sliced it neatly down the seam, and he let his eyes drift down near his boots and bared a tooth.

“Thank you,” she said, and leaned back in her chair to read.

It was as polite a dismissal as he was liable to get. He saw himself out, glancing back from the shadow of the door.

The dog looked smug.

⬫⬫⬫⬫

The delegation arriving that afternoon was large, and the staff had been agitated as a cucco swarm seeing to the last minute preparations. Fortunately, the captain had some experience with cuccos, and was adroit enough to stay out of the way as he oversaw the finishing touches on the security measures.

One of the kitchen maids, sheen on her forehead and pink on her cheeks, came out of the dining room with a platter big as a Hylian shield balanced against her shoulder. The frustration on her face melted a bit when she met his eyes, giving way to an exhausted half-smile.

“Hello, Captain,” she said, breathless, and he nodded.

“Miss Tilly.”

“No room for a fourth platter of bouchées,” she sighed, dragging her wrist against her brow. Her eyes sparkled beneath. “These’ll have to go back down.”

“Pity,” he said.

She plucked an hors d'oeuvres from the top of the arrangement and held it out for him.

“Care to lighten my load?”

The pastry hovered between them a moment—unassuming, bite sized, glistening with eggwash—before his fingers finally lifted along with the corners of her mouth.

If anyone knew how to tempt the otherwise impervious captain of the guard, it was the kitchen staff.

He was halfway to biting into it when the queen’s voice, raised, urgent, startled him so badly he pulled it out from under his teeth and whipped his head aside.

“Link, no!”

A blue-eyed shepherd bounded down the hallway like a shot and back up again, twirling a circle by the trailing queen’s skirts and hopping a bit until he pulled a smile out of her. He let his tongue loll out and pranced at her heel as she walked.

The captain’s teeth hadn’t quite found their way back to each other.

“You—” he started, and then closed his mouth at her sudden, innocent attention.

She waited, elegant. He tried again, off kilter.

“You named the dog Link?”

“It’s a heroic name,” she reasoned, fingers feathering the silky top of his head, and Link preened. “Don’t you agree?”

Miss Tilly ducked her head and scurried off, hiding her toothy smile very poorly.

The captain shoved the whole pastry in his mouth and stomped off.

⬫⬫⬫⬫

The queen brought Link to the reception.

He was bouncy and very good at manipulating his eyebrows to swindle the guests out of treats. He was light enough on his dainty paws that he stayed out from under the foot traffic, and small enough that he could slip under tables with ease. The Zora also found him novel and charming, which made absolutely no sense.

His good behavior did not keep the captain from glaring at him whenever they crossed paths.

After dinner the queen stayed up late entertaining and listening to informal presentations of the Zora’s concerns. Link laid at her feet, occasionally offering his chin and ears for scratches. The captain of her guard stood stationed at the far end of the room, where he could keep an eye on all the entrances and wouldn’t eavesdrop.

It was his usual spot at functions like these. But tonight he felt leashed up outside.

When the guests had finally gone to bed, the queen glided towards her chambers, trailed by two shadows. It was a sleepy procession. And as the delegation was staying for the better part of a week, there would be more of them. The dog whined.

“You poor thing,” she murmured, reaching down to stroke his chin. “You haven’t had your supper yet.”

Neither had the captain. But he refrained from whining about it.

They reached her room and the queen went inside. Link followed, nails dragging noisily on the carpet, but stopped wedged in the doorway to look pointedly over his shoulder. The captain felt his hackles raising.

“Was there something else?”

“Nothing else, Your Majesty. Get some rest.”

“You as well,” she nodded, swallowing a yawn. “Come to bed, Link.”

The dog trailed her inside, making a beeline for her mattress.

When the door closed, the captain bristled so hard he felt the need to shake down to his tail.

⬫⬫⬫⬫

The next few days were more of the same: crowded meals that lasted for hours, long walks through the castle grounds speckled with talks, and tired evenings brimming with wine. The queen’s captain and her dog liked each other less and less.

The last morning of the visit, nerves frayed, tension wound tight, Link growled when the captain wandered too close to the queen’s desk, and without thinking the captain bared his teeth.

“Link!” she scolded, and they both flinched, tails tucked.

The envoy met with her one last time for what was sure to be a long negotiation, and the captain took the opportunity to attend to some pressing business.

He snatched the dog by the collar and dragged him, nails scuffing everywhere, to a broom closet, and locked them both in. He changed, and the dog screamed.

“OH GODS! WOLF! WOLF! HELP! SOMEONE HELP!”

“Stop barking! Stop—shut up, shut up!”

Link hesitated from where he had reared back on his haunches, breath puffing and chest fluttering, before he took an uncertain sniff. The whites of his eyes receded a bit, his forepaw meeting the ground and his nose drifting closer as he investigated. And then his eyes—as much as a dog’s eyes can—rolled.

“Oh. It’s you.”

The wolf let his lip curl, and while Link’s ears drooped, he planted his paws and raised himself a little taller, not to be intimidated.

“Let’s have it out,” the captain growled, “before this becomes an issue for her.”

“Well I certainly have nothing to apologize for,” he snuffed. “I’ve been nothing but well behaved!”

“You took a snap at me under her desk this morning.”

“You were asking for it.”

If the captain had a palm to drag across his face, he would’ve. Instead he pinned his ears down and huffed, glowering, “The safety of the queen and her household are my responsibility. You don’t need to like me. I don’t need to like you. But I am going to protect her. So stay out of my way.”

Link snorted. “That’s what she keeps you around for? Protection?”

“At least she has use for me. I can’t fathom why she’s kept you as long as she has.”

“Because I am the best boy. And the goodest boy. And the prettiest boy—”

“All right, shut up, shut up.”

He planted his tail on the ground, trying to think. It swished like an irritated metronome.

Link’s ears perked, head tilting and eyes going horribly wide with realization.

“You’re jealous!”

The wolf sneered. “Don’t be ridiculous.”

“It all makes sense now. You’ve been unwelcoming from the moment I arrived. And at first I thought, Perhaps he’s one of those unpleasant people who simply doesn’t like dogs—insufferable, yes, but mostly harmless. But it couldn’t be clearer now what this is about: territory.”

“The queen is not territory.”

“But the place beside her throne? At the foot of her bed? Those certainly are, and I’ve never seen you in any of them.”

Link put on his best smug face. The captain entertained thoughts of cleaving his head clean off his shoulders.

“So, what did you do to get yourself ousted?”

“I haven’t been ousted.”

“Fine. Replaced.”

“I haven’t been—!”

“Well you must’ve done something wrong. How else do you explain my arrival? Were you too noisy? Too big? Too intimidating? Do you give subpar cuddles?”

His eyes narrowed. “The queen and I have never cuddled.”

Link looked mortified. “How can you even be a lapdog and not give cuddles?”

“I was never her lapdog! I’m her head of security!”

He hesitated.

“She does… know you’re a dog, yes?”

The wolf huffed again. “Yes, she knows.”

“Because I’ve never seen you like this in front of her before. And we’re mostly inseparable.”

“It’s been a while,” he grumbled.

“But you used to.”

One of his ears went sideways.

“And you liked it.”

Both of his ears went sideways.

Link beamed. “Doesn’t she give just the best scratches?”

“Listen, lapdog,” the wolf snapped, teeth meeting loudly, and Link shrank back against the wall. “The point is we’re stuck working together, and there’s nothing either of us can do about it. Deal with it.”

“You could ask for reassignment.”

He snarled, “Excuse me?”

“You can talk to her,” he explained, reaching with his back paw to scratch an itch. It made his collar twirl. “Tell her things. I envy you that, though I do a fairly good job of getting what I want besides. But you could tell her you don’t want to be her head of security anymore. Tell her you’d rather be a lapdog instead.”

“I don’t want to be her lapdog!”

“You just want to be closer to her.”

The wolf’s ears pinned back and his lips curled. “Why am I even having this conversation with you?”

“Because you locked us in a closet!”

His growl rumbled so low the brooms rattled.

He waited.

So did Link.

Finally, he murmured, “I can’t tell her that.”

“Why not?”

“It’s complicated.”

Link tilted his head at him again.

“Is that common among humans? They can’t say what they want?”

“I’d say so.”

He considered that a moment. Then he glanced up at him, eyebrows quirked.

“I think you’re dense.”

The wolf looked suddenly ravenous, but Link was unbothered.

“You’ve been outside wolfshape for too long, Captain. What do your senses tell you?”

That made him hesitate. He sniffed reflexively. “I don’t follow.”

“She got a dog to keep her company. With blue eyes. She named me after you. And you think you’re the only one who isn’t saying what he wants?” Link did his dog impression of an eye roll again. “Let me out of here. Your stupid might be contagious.”

The wolf blinked at him. “I’m going to let that go.”

“Well you know what else I think—”

The captain shifted, fur and teeth and claws melting back into softer shapes. The dog in the broom closet with him yapped incomprehensibly for another five seconds.

He smirked, “I think I like you better like this.”

⬫⬫⬫⬫

That night, when the door to her boudoir opened, the wrong sort of animal stepped through.

The queen looked up from her book from her seat on the couch. A wolf stared back.

After a beat he set his jaw, crossed the room with purpose, and dropped his snout into her lap.

Her lips twitched. The weight of his head didn’t let up in the slightest; if anything, her hesitation only made him sag harder.

“Link,” she murmured, carefully lifting one hand to trace a slow line from between his eyes to between his ears. “What have you done with my dog?”

I ate him, he thought smugly.

Her fingers dug a little deeper, and he leaned shamelessly into it. Because she gave excellent scratches.

“It’s not really appropriate for me to be overly familiar with my staff,” she mused, fingers sliding down, down, toward that spot behind his jaw. He stretched his neck to help her reach. Her smile turned pensive, and then faded just a little. “And even if I wanted to, that’s a lot of pressure to put on someone. It isn’t easy to say no to the queen.”

That’s sweet, Your Majesty, but I can handle myself.

She smoothed the fur around his ears, as though she’d mussed it. The wolf looked up at her out of fluted blue eyes, waiting. Expectant, more than hesitant. It made a smirk twist at her lips.

“It does get lonely, though,” she admitted. “Which is why I got myself a dog.”

Right. Because you didn’t already have one.

The wolf sniffed. He lifted his head from her lap and circled the couch, calculating, and then leapt onto the cushion beside hers with great care and laid down, tucking his legs so he’d fit. He plopped his head meaningfully on her shoulder.

“I can’t very well get rid of him now,” she argued.

He pushed his nose into her neck, and then wriggled to press in with his chest, encroaching as much as possible.

“Link,” she complained, puffing fur away from her mouth. “You’re too big.”

He only had two shapes to choose from, and wasn’t sure she’d be much happier with the other one. But neither was he about to call off his offensive after he’d come this far.

He shifted in a flurry of shadows. His elbow was planted on the camelback behind her shoulder, his temple planted on his fist. He was still very much in her personal space.

She arched an eyebrow, but made no move to pull away. He tested the waters, drifting closer. Her eyes twinkled, the way only hers could, and the grin that spread over his lips was probably too wolfish.

“I know a ranch in Ordona that would love a shepherd.”

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alternate-ram · 6 months

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STEP MOM'S GIFT

OMG - Jane, I can't believe your Step Mom just gave me this fur coat! Isn't that nice of her?

I swear, sometimes she treats me like I'm her daughter too... I know, I know, she's an evil manipulative golddigger and we shouldn't trust the bitch, but it would be rude to turn down a birthday present.

Fine, I won't take anything else from her, I promise.

Anyway, don't I look cute in this? I love how it makes my ass look. Hmm, I wonder if blonde hair would go well with the fur...

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There you are bitch, where's your Step Mom? I need to thank her for my sexy new boobs.

These last few months have been nothing but an endless stream of gifts from her; from tanning sessions to plastic surgery, luxury makeup to designer clothes. I've had it all!

I know I promised I wouldn't let her give me anything else, but it turns out I like breaking promises just as much as I love being spoiled by her.

You know, sometimes when we're out together, people actually think we're mother and daughter! We don't even correct them anymore, we think it's funny.

We've really opened each other's eyes to how pathetic you are, to the point where I can't believe I used to call you my friend.

Honestly it's a miracle you actually have any friends, let alone a boyfriend - well, soon to be former boyfriend.

Hahaha, let's just say I've been showing him what company with a real woman is like!

Consider it my birthday gift to you. Hmmm, speaking of... did your Step Mom even get you anything this year?

No? I thought not, turning me into her perfect evil-stepdaughter has kept her very preoccupied after all.

Oops - did I let that slip?

Well, no point hiding it now. Besides, it's far too late for you to stop this, the adoption papers are already submitted.

My own family hasn't recognised me for weeks, and Step-Mommy's treated me as her own ever since I put on this fur coat, all we're doing is formalising it.

She's probably writing you out of your Dad's will as we speak, and putting me in instead.

I hope you're looking forward to living in my fucking shadow, 'step-sister.' Hehe, I'm going to love my new life...

#fur coat #corruption #bitchification #f2f transformation #betrayal #replaced #step daughter #step mother

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ayanooverblot · 11 months

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𝓘𝓭𝓸𝓵

𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐖𝗼𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐗 𝐀𝐢 𝐇𝗼𝐬𝐢𝐧𝗼! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

(𝐑𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐀𝐔!)

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐃𝗼𝐢𝐧𝐠 "𝐢𝐭" 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝗼𝗺𝐞𝗼𝐧𝐞, 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝗼𝗺𝐞𝗼𝐧𝐞, 𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝗼𝐥𝐥𝗼𝐰𝐞𝐝, 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝗼𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝗼 𝐛𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝗼𝗺𝐞𝗼𝐧𝐞 (𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝗼𝐮 𝐝𝗼𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐩 𝐢𝐭!)

ˢᵒʳʳʸ ⁱᶠ ⁱ ᵗᵒᵒᵏ ˢᵒ ˡᵒⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ᵘᵖᵈᵃᵗᵉ ⁱ ʷᵃˢ ᵛᵉʳʸ ᵇᵘˢʸ! ⁱ ʰᵒᵖᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵉⁿʲᵒʸ ᵗʰⁱˢ!!!

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𝐀 𝐢𝐝𝗼𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝗼𝐫 𝐏𝐎𝐕.

𝚂𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝙽𝚁𝙲, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭. Well you changed thanks to the book and you didn't like this look because it was the opposite of you. The thing that you notice more is your 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 and 𝐯𝗼𝐢𝐜𝐞. Your eyes were so sparkling and your voice were like an angel voice. And of course the people notice that. They always complimented you and always follow you like a lost puppy. Also many people wanted you to be a singer and a model. You didn't like that idea because they were obliging you. At first you just ignore those comments but then it became 𝐰𝗼𝐫𝐬𝐞. Many people knew your social media and keep commenting about how you need to became a 𝐈𝐝𝗼𝐥. The worst part is that they knew were you live and always gived you 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐬. Just because you didn't want to became an idol. Thanks for your 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐬 you started to post music videos in YouTube and many people were employed you for a model and to join a music girls group. And of course you accepted because you liked to 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝗼𝐩𝐥𝐞. After all that, you became an 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐢𝐝𝗼𝐥! Now you weren't an average girl anymore.

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𝕐/ℕ ℙ𝕆𝕍.

After a tiring concert I decided to go home walking. While I was walking I was thinking how was Grim doing right know? I miss him so much, I wish he was here with me.... Since I was thinking too much I wasn't looking where I was walking and for accidentally I bumped in to someone.

"𝐈'𝗺 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝗼𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝗼𝗼𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠" I said while I was standing up.

"𝐈𝐬 𝗼𝐤𝐚𝐲, 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝗼𝗼𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝗼𝗼" The pretty boy said while standing up.

"𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝗼𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝗼𝗼𝐤 𝐬𝐢𝗺𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝗼 𝗺𝐢𝐧𝐞!" I said to him trying to make a conversation.

"𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝗼𝐮 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝗺𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝗼𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐥𝗼𝗼𝐤𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝗼𝗼" The boy said with a little blush on his face.

"𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝗼 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐭𝗼𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝗼𝐫 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐭?" I asked him.

"𝐈 𝐰𝗼𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝗼𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝗼".

"𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐠𝗼!" I grabbed his hand and started to run to a beautiful place to walk.

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Some hours have passed and I find out that we have the same interests as him! He was very charming and fun to hang up with. When we keeped walking he stopped out of nowhere.

"𝐈𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝗼𝗺𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐫𝗼𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐮?" I asked him.

"𝐘𝐞𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝗼𝗺𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐫𝗼𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐭, 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝗼 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐭 𝗺𝐲 𝐡𝗼𝐮𝐬𝐞, 𝐰𝗼𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝗼𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝗼 𝐠𝗼 𝐚𝐭 𝗺𝐲 𝐡𝗼𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝗼𝐮 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐫𝗼𝐧𝐠?" He said to me with a serious face.

"𝐔-𝐮𝗺𝗺𝗺, 𝗼𝐟 𝐜𝗼𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞" I said a little scare of him.

I didn't want to go but I remember that he said that he is bipolar and have some venting problems.

"𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐠𝗼" He said while grabbing my hand to led me to his house.

I was kinds scare. What happen if I did something wrong and he want to hurt me? The only thing to find out is going to his house.

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When we arrived to his house he opened the door. I came in into his house and then he closed the door and hugged me. I was confuse, why did he hug me out of nowhere?

"𝐘/𝐧 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝗼 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝗼𝐮 𝐬𝗼𝗺𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠" He said while he keeped hugging me.

"𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐇𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐮?".

"𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝗺𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐈 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐲𝗼𝐮 𝐭𝗼𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐭....𝐲𝗼𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝗼𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐢𝗺𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝗼 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐲𝗼𝐮 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝗼𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝗼 𝐛𝐞 𝗺𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝?" He asked me while he was looking at my sparkling eyes.

I didn't knew what to say, I just met him and he wanted me to become his girlfriend.

"𝐇𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐮.....𝐈'𝗺 𝐬𝗼𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝗺𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝗼𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐝𝗼𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝗼𝐰 𝐲𝗼𝐮 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥.....𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬? 𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐲𝗼𝐮 𝐭𝗼 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝗼𝗺𝐞 𝐲𝗼𝐮𝐫 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝" I said rejecting him the most nicest way.

"........."

Why he isn't saying nothing? Did I broke his hearth right? I'm such a horrible person...but, I didn't have to be his girlfriend right? Bu-. Soon my thoughts were interrupted by Hikaru grabbing something sharped and inject it in my arm. It feels like I being drugged. The only thing I remembered it was Hikaru kissing my lips then my neck.

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When I opened my eyes I reliezed I was in a bed. I feeled so tired, I can't not even move my bod-wait. Why I was naked? Why all my clothes is on the ground? Don't tell that I did 𝐢𝐭 with Hikaru. I looked all around the room until I found a note in the table. I started to read it and it says.

𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘠/𝘕

𝘓𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘶𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶! 𝘐 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘐 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘐 𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘶𝘵, 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘵. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘐'𝘮 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩. 𝘉𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘦 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 ;)

𝘍𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘏𝘪𝘬𝘢𝘳𝘶

When I finished reading it I couldn't believe it hr did this. Thank god that we used protection if not I would killed him. Now my question is, what I gonna to do with him? Because I know he will 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 leave me alone.

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ⁱ'ᵐ ᵛᵉʳʸ ˢᵒʳʳʸ ⁱᶠ ᵗʰⁱˢ ⁱˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵍᵒᵒᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁱᶠ ⁱ ᵗᵒᵒᵏ ˢᵒ ˡᵒⁿᵍ ⁱ ʷᵃˢ ᵈᵒⁱⁿᵍ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵍˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ʰᵃᵛⁱⁿᵍ ˢᵒᵐᵉ ᵖʳᵒᵇˡᵉᵐˢ. ᵇᵘᵗ ⁱ ʷⁱˡˡ ᵗʳʸ ᵗᵒ ᵘᵖᵈᵃᵗᵉ ᵃˢ ˢᵒᵒⁿ ᵃˢ ᵖᵒˢˢⁱᵇˡᵉ. ˢᵉᵉ ʸᵃ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ⁿᵉˣᵗ ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳ!

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mrs--edge · 10 months

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My husband told me that it took him a long time to work up the courage to ask me if I wanted him to try a larger Vixskin. Maybe courage isn't the right word... he had to get over his fear and jealousy. This is a hard thing for men who always seem obsessed with their size. Even my own husband, who has never once said anything about this told me that he expected to feel jealous over the Vixskin Ranger... even though he was the one who suggested it.

I have not told him anything that directly compares the Ranger to him, but I have told him (many times!) that I've forgotten how he feels. And I also tell him that the Ranger is now my "favorite" and that I won't ever want anything else. Does that mess with his head? I think it does, a little bit. But in a good way.

#locked life #replaced #locked husband

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dovabunny · 4 months

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Replaced is officially a complete fic on Ao3!

Want an angst with happy ending fic that'll give you that hurt-but-good-kinda-hurt feels? Here's the fic for you.

Go read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52201897/chapters/132041107

#replaced #my writing

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valeriele3 · 1 year

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Because of a certain post I’ve been craving to see a Replaced!Reader/MC/Yuu x TWST who doesn’t give a fuck to being replaced

Honestly, I’ve been wanting to read something like that in these fandoms (TWST, Enstars, Obey Me!(Mostly TWST tho—)) but that post I saw a few days ago fueled that want by 10000000000%

#☆〜valerie’s rambles #twisted wonderland #twst #replaced au #replaced #ensemble stars #enstars #disney twisted wonderland #obey me!#obey me #obey me replaced au #obey me replaced mc au #obey me replaced

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av0id-reality · 1 year

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#avoidreality #not mine #depression #depressed #depressive thoughts #suicidal #suicidal thoughts #mentally ill #mentally sick #broken #replaced #used #forgotten #i dont understand #people pleaser

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meecise · 2 years

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ᗢ A replaced mc au, but mc replaces them back with some lower level demon(s)

ᗢ I could totally see mc still being friends with the brothers, but mc just doesn’t feel romantically attracted to them anymore. Instead liking lower level demons that may or may not resemble the demon brothers.

#obey me angst #obey me au #obey me replaced mc au #karma #obey me #obey me mc #replaced #fic ideas

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whumpster-dumpster · 1 year

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Secondary Caretaker being met with resistance and hostility because the whumpee(s) think they're trying to replace/be better than the original one, when they genuinely just want to help

#whump #whump prompt #writing prompt #caretaking #angst #replaced #unappreciated

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alternate-ram · 6 months

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HIJACKED

"Babe, help! This coat's possessed, it's been hijacking my body! I've been a prisoner in my mind for the last week, you have to get i-"

"Ooo, and we're back. That was a good effort, but you don't want to listen to her, dear. Just look at all the improvements I've made to this body- she couldn't give you a titjob before. And her head game is nowhere near mine. Admit it, I'm just too much fun for you to give up. Now unbuckle that belt for me..."

"That's right, lie back and forget all about her..."

#fur coat #corruption #bitchification #f2f #transformation #possesion #replaced #evil bitch

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misseviehyde · 9 months

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HEAD-FUCK

Monica Johnson had been pretty fucked over when she had been at High school. A victim of bullying - even though she was now a Mom and a successful artist - she still had night terrors and flashbacks about those awful days in her past.

Her loving daughter Wren had given her Mom a book on art therapy and it had suggested that Monica work out her trauma through her art. She hadn't given the idea much thought - till one day when she was doing the gardening - she dug up a huge lump of weird grey clay and the idea came to her in a flash of inspiration.

She needed to rid herself of her bullies influence and perhaps she could channel that into her art? She could create something with the clay that she could pour all her fears and memories of the wicked bad girl bullies who had tormented her at school into.

The clay was like nothing she had ever worked with before. It seemed to suck out all the memories from her mind and she almost felt like the clay was shaping her ideas rather than the other way round. All the malice, evil and bitchiness of her bullies seemed to be drained out of her into the clay.

After a frenzy of work - she stood back and shivered as she looked at the five perfect busts now standing in her studio. The gloating, perfect face of her spoiled rich bully Violet gazed back at her with that wicked twist to her lips - the bitchy look she had always feared. Violet's slutty beta-bitches surrounded her... but her bust was the central piece. What a whore.

"Wow... that bust is kinda hot," suddenly giggled Wren as she walked in and her Mom nearly jumped out of her skin. Wren gazed admiringly at her Mom's work - not understanding the meaning behind it.

"She was the bitch at school who nearly ruined my life," chided Monica gently and Wren's face fell as she realised her mistake.

"Oh shit... I had no idea Mom. Sorry. What a bitch. She is kind of striking though."

Monica looked at Wren. Her daughter seemed fascinated by the bust and couldn't tear her eyes from it. She was flushed and her breathing seemed heavy. There was almost a magnetic charge in the air and without even realising it Wren was being drawn towards Violet.

"Wren... it needs firing, don't touch it yet please," warned Monica and Wren shook herself out of whatever trance she had nearly been in.

"Oh... sorry - I didn't even realise, sorry. Ummm dinner is ready. You okay to come now?"

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Wren's heart was pounding as she unlocked the door to her mother's studio and flicked on the lights. She didn't know why she was here... but something had made her desperate to see the busts of her Mom's bullies once again.

Wren approached Violet's bust. She knew she should hate the face of her Mother's main bully but it was so beautiful and hot. The face of a fucking Alpha bitch and a slutty Princess.

To her shame she was wet and looking at the now fired bust, it was even finer and more beautiful than before. Whatever weird clay her Mom had found and used had really made it come to life.

Wren drew closer and slowly brought her hands to the face. She had... she just had to touch it. She wanted to know how it felt... she wanted to experience her Mother's bully close up.

Her fingers made contact slowly... almost longingly and Wren groaned in sexual pleasure as she felt the smooth perfect surface charged beneath her fingertips and an erotic tingle swiftly ran up her arms through her hands as the clay seemed to come alive.

"Oh fuck yes," she moaned wetly, not resisting as the clay began to flow and spread over her skin. It magically sank into her flesh and where it passed, her body was transformed and enhanced.

Wren groaned and arched her back as the clay spread like wildfire corrupting and changing her. Her small breasts swelled up with the evil clay and then took on the texture of soft flawless skin and her hips swelled out and her buttocks became round and perfectly toned. Her body was now that of a Goddess and it began to tan as every inch of body hair burned away.

Rapidly the clay spread up her neck and ran through her hair... her short red locks becoming lustrous strands of brunette perfection as the clay reached her face and she moaned as it spread and overwhelmed her freckled face... giving her the superior features of the busts original inspiration.

Violet's perfect lips and beautiful eyes came alive as the clay merged with Wren's skin and even her clothing transformed - her demure dress replaced by a tight crop top and tiny pair of shorts. It felt so good and her body was on fire as her voice and even her posture changed.

Wren's tight new pussy felt amazing and her body thrummed with power. She felt so alive.

Oh yes... you're a fucking hot bully now and it feels so good.

The clay had completed it's work and with a gasp she pulled her new sexier hands free and stated down at a familiar face. Wren's own face... now perfectly rendered in the clay... gazed back at her. She felt a wrench of disgust at how ugly it was.

Eugh, what a disgusting face. Your new one is so much better.

Wren smiled as she walked over to the mirror at the back of her Mom's studio and she began to play with herself. "Ohhhh fuck my big tits feel great," she grasped as she groped herself and began to finger fuck her tight wet cunt.

Yesssss so much tighter than your old pussy. Your ass is so tight too. Imagine how it will feel to get both pounded by all those hot boys you fantasise about at school?

"Oh fuck, that's so nasty. Yes I want it so bad!"

Her fingers went deeper and she rubbed her clit and bit her full, plump lip as she imagined being spread eagled and fucked hard by a bad boy.

"Yessss give it to me!"

Soon it will be real... Violet. Soon you will be the biggest bully and popular girl at school. Now cum and enjoy how it feels.

Suddenly Wren was cumming harder than she had ever cum before and her head was thrown back in ecstasy as she enjoyed her superior new form and squirted into her panties. She was so fucking wet and horny... she loved how it felt.

Standing up she giggled and licked her sticky fingers, then with a slutty hum returned to investigate the bust of herself, idly admiring her massive new tits in the mirror as she did so.

"Such a disgusting face, but I assume I need to touch it to turn back." Wren's hands almost felt repelled as she reached down to touch her old face.

With great effort she forced them down and she groaned in pain as the freshly bonded clay on her body began to flow away and unbind- returning to the bust. Her big tits and perfect body melted away and in moments Violet's face had returned to the clay and a restored Wren lay at the base of the pedestal panting.

"Oh shit... what did I do? I felt so wicked and I liked it."

Conflicted Wren rose, then with a sob she turned away from the gloating bust of Violet and ran...

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Monica could see something was bothering her daughter but she couldn't tell what. Wren looked tired, like she hadn't slept properly. Her daughter was dark eyed and seemed agitated.

Deciding it was probably just a phase, Monica wished Wren a good day at school and left - just as Wren's best friend Laura arrived.

"Hi Laura... have a nice day girls."

Wren watched her Mom leave and then turned to her friend. "Thanks for coming. I have to show you something."

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Laura shivered as Wren confidently led her into her Mom's studio and she saw the five sexy busts on display.

"Laura. You'll think I'm crazy... but last night I touched this bust and I think I got transformed into a copy of my Mom's bully at school. It really freaked me out, but I've been thinking about it all night and I realise this is a chance too good to miss."

Laura shook her head. "Wren, what the hell are you talking about?"

"I think the other busts will do the same. Mom doesn't need to know that we're using them, but we can become hot and beautiful and more confident. We can have so much fun with these busts. I had such a good orgasm as Violet and I want more. Just watch."

With a grin Wren grabbed Violet's bust and moaned orgasmically as the clay began to spread. It took over her body much quicker this time and Laura watched in awe as her friend transformed into a hot busty bully.

Wren was clearly enjoying the transformation and as it completed itself she smirked and stretched her slutty body - flaunting it to her friend and showing off.

"Ahhhhh that's better. I'm Violet now. Now pick a bust you dumb bitch and let's see what you end up looking like..."

"I... I don't want to," sobbed Laura.

"Awww that's too bad bitch," laughed Violet as she grabbed Laura's arms and forced them down onto a bust.

"Did I say you had a fucking choice?"

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Wren smirked as Laura returned from the counter bringing her coffee. How fun to have a lackey. Corrupting Laura into an obedient Beta had been so easy and so much fun.

"Thanks Nikki."

"No problem Violet."

Wren felt a delicious surge of power at her friends subservience. Laura now looked like a beautiful bitch too - but not as beautiful as Wren. Clearly she also felt a desire to serve and please her Alpha. The new names were hot too.

As it should be.

Wren wasn't sure where the voice was coming from - but she really liked it. It made her feel hot and powerful everytime she heard it. It had infected her dreams last night after her experience with Violet. It had made her ache for more. It had awoken new hungers in her once innocent heart.

You should think of yourself as Violet. Wren is back in the studio in the clay. You're better than her now.

Violet nodded slowly. The voice was right. She was Violet now. Wren was a nobody. Being Violet felt so much better. She gave a fake smile as two hot boys checked her out. Yes... everyone wanted her now. It felt good.

We have lots to do Violet. Having one lackey is hot... but we need four more to really have some fun. Once you have a gang, no one will be able to stop you. We can take over the school.

Violet nodded. The voice was right. The voice was always right. She needed more bitches to serve her. She needed more power and she would do anything to get it.

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"A sleep-over?"

Monica was surprised. Her daughter had never asked for a sleep-over before.

"Yeah... just four friends from school. Laura and three others. You don't mind do you?"

"I guess not," smiled Monica and her daughter grinned a strange smile. "Thanks Mom."

Then Wren turned and went. Her walk seemed different. More sexy... more predatory. It reminded Monica of someone, but she couldn't think whom.

"Stupid bitch," hissed Wren under her breath. "I can't wait for tonight - then you'll see..."

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"Welcome to my sleepover sluts..." giggled Violet as she locked the doors of the studio and spread her arms wide to show them all the four remaining busts. She had not been able to resist transforming and had been enjoying herself in her bedroom with a vibrator whilst her guests arrived.

"As you can see. I've already changed - now you all need to pick a bust and transform. I have so much to teach you all before school tomorrow."

The other girls looked nervous- but Laura goaded them towards the busts - taking station behind her own. "Don't be afraid girls - it feels really good. Let it take over you." She moaned as she grabbed her bust and began to change into Nikki.

The girls followed suit as they moaned and gasped in erotic pleasure as each was drawn to a bust - the evil power of the clay corrupting each as they touched their new faces and began to transform.

"Ohhbh it feels good..." they moaned and Violet grinned fiercely as each was transformed into an evil minion to serve her needs.

"Yes that's right bitches... let it corrupt you. Give up your old lives and embrace the power of being a bully. It's going to feel so good," she gloated.

Suddenly the studio door burst open and Monica walked in with a horrified expression on her face.

"Oh my God... what is happening?"

"Hello Mommy," laughed Violet. "You're just in time for my sleepover. The girls are just finishing changing."

Monica gasped as the faces of the five slutty bullies she remembered from school took on life and her daughters once innocent friends surrounded her- laughing as they grabbed her arms and pinned them behind her back.

"No NO!" screamed Monica as memories of Highschool returned. The girls were too strong and she was helpless as Violet approached. It was just like the old days.

"Mmmmh, sorry Mommy but it feels so fucking good to be Violet. Her evil has totally corrupted me. I AM her now. Thanks for creating her bust and giving me and my friends there opportunity to take the power of your old bullies. Tomorrow we will begin to rule the school and from now on you'll be my little bitch."

Giggling Violet picked up a baseball bat.

"Now what would a sleepover be like without some games. How about we play some pinata?"

Monica watched as Violet walked up to the five busts... now showing the face of each girl. They were the only way they could ever turn back.

Violet paused Then with a wicked smirk and a moan of pleasure she began to smash each bust - taking particular glee at the screams of anguish from Monica as she smashed Wren's head into a thousand pieces.

"Bye bye Wren... now you're trapped as me forever..." she gloated. "Sorry Monica. Looks like I'm your daughter forever now..."

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Violet moaned as her boyfriend climbed onto the bed and obediently put his head between her legs to start eating her out. She loved it when he ate her tight pussy... once she was wet enough she'd let him fuck her too. She felt like having a cream-pie today.

"Make sure you paint my pussy perfectly this time," she moaned as Monica began to paint in the corner and she laughed as her Mom - now a broken woman obeyed without question.

Destroyed by the loss of her daughter, Monica was now just a plaything for the five bitches.

"Ohhh yes, I love fucking with her head," gasped Violet as she began to cum and she squeezed her thighs together tightly.

Meanwhile Monica painted with gritted teeth and thought of the bust standing on her work table in the studio. A little more glue and a few more hundred pieces and she'd have her daughter back.

She could still fuck with Violet's head yet... and she was at least going to try.

THE END

#evie hyde #bitchification #f2f transformation #f2f corruption #bully #magic busts #replaced #evil personality #daughter

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