fantasy

Influenced by That Booty!

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Sofi Poe of the urban fantasy series Splendificent is a fox spirit who can shift between human and fox. Sofi’s not your average supernatural who shuns the human world. Sofi is all about humans….and their likes and their followes and their mentions. If you’re not popular on social media you might as well not exist!

Sofi is the daughter of the legendary gold digger and original fox spirit, Tammy Mae. This teen twat is the pride of her mom’s loins. She was popular enough to be student council president, but it was hard to win prom queen when you’re so slutty you spend prom fucking other girl’s dates.

You ever wonder what  an “influencer” does? Sofi Poe oft is one sexy fox spirit snd she’s going to influence you into giving in to your most wild of desires. Instead of posting on social media why not post up behind this biracial cutie, pull her panties to the side and hit the like button on some grade A ass? Sofi’s got the kind of junk that would send Megan Thee Stallion into a deep depression. This is an ass that you wouldn’t just follow on social media you’d follow into the fires of hell. A fox spirit will grow nine tails in life but all this tramp needs is that big phat one. So(fi )Be Sure to click the bell for notifications when this foxy teen is bent over and ready to go. Got down in her DM in up in this booty!

If you’ve got the bank account deep enough for the gold digger, you can head down south and up her dirt road to stretch out the redheaded skank’s hefty rear end. You’ll stop loving pussy the moment you plow through the thot’s rear entry. If you don’t get lost in the massive expanse of her ass you can drill the booty bitch until you empty your spunk in her trunk!

 

My Sister The Moron, A Research Paper by Constanina Elvrina

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Princess Tristabelle Elvrina

 

Researcher: Princess Constantina Elvrina of Clan Elvrina of Golden Land
Research focus: The intelligence level of Princess Tristabelle Elvrina and the detriment it causes to her life

A wide range of incidents has resulted in many questioning this author’s sister, Princess Tristabelle Elvrina’s exact intelligence level. Open speculation within Hildegarde Palace persists she is intellectually frail. After extensive research and talking with my sister, I have concluded Tristabelle has the lowest intelligence level of any elf in the kingdom of Golde Land. Beyond the elven race, she is acts in ways consistent of someone only moderately more intelligent than your average orc.

My research findings incidate Tristabelle owns an incredible inability for critical thought, a failure to learn from past mistakes, and is more gullible than the average fairy child under the age of 10.

In a series of questions, Tristabelle provided me with the following insights:

Constantina: Tristabelle, what is safe sex?
Tristabelle: Why, it is when you lock the door so interlopers can not molest you!

Constanina: This a food wrapper from America. I would like you to read the content of the front label to me.

Tristabelle: M and m-s….M and Miss!

Constantina: Tristabelle, why do you only wear thongs?
Tristabelle: They are much easier for my mate to pry to the side than panties!

Constantina: Tristabelle, I would like to quote an American idiom and you tell me your opinion. “If you look up the word dumb in the dictonary, Princess Tristabelle’s face will be next to it.”
Tristabelle; That is poppycock and faldariddle! I have never done a dictionary photoshoot in my life,

I would have liked to interview Tristabelle further but he stated she had to meet a troll under a bridge about purchasing said bridge. She did not listen to me when I claimed trolls were constant liars and frauds and that the crown already owned that bridge. Tristabelle was found bent over a rock beneath the bridge, her freshly sodomized rear end hiked high into the air.

Further, the research indicates that Tristabelle’s lack of intelligence is a threat to her safety unmatched by any other’s dimwitted nature. In three months of sample size Tristabelle fell for four scams, three traps, and suffered five kidnappings. She states that as a result of these occurrences, she became a sex slave numerous times. The only reason we do not have an accurate number is because Tristabelle declares, “intercourse and counting are two mutually exclusive activities!”

As an aside, it seems Tristabelle has trouble counting past 68. She explains that her math tutor said he would “owe her one” after she performed oral sex upon him.

By researching Tristabelle’s stupidity, and the effects of her captures, I believe, to use a colloquial phrase, “Tristabelle is getting her brains fucked out.” I believe that Tristabelle’s captors are engaging in such rough sex with her that her brain is becoming rattled and damaged. There is no medical or magical precedence for this. But, there is little to explain why she keeps falling for the same traps and believes in such obvious tricks.

Tristabelle told me I should not worry as her captors typically ejaculate in her anus and not on her face. Thus her makeup is “always preserved.”

Shortly after I wrote this summary, Tristabelle went off to chase down a wererabbit passing off counterfeit copper pieces. She chased him to his ‘rabbit hole,” not knowing wererabbits don’t have rabbit holes, and got stuck haflway upon diving in head first. Our sister Astrid, found Tristabelle, stuck in the hole, being sodomized by the wererabbit in question.

It’s Not Too Late For a Christmas Adventure with The Hot Squad!!!

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The Splendificent Series’ Hot Squad is spreading more than Christmas cheer this holiday season!

Giselle Nyfall,.the self-appointed leader of the ass-kicking babes known as The Hot Squad is getting a Christmas treat made for a girl on the naughty list! Prince Krisdane Elvrina, pure elf and royal of the magical country of Golden Land is paying the girls a holiday visit.

Giselle schemes to get the handsome prince under her carefully laid mistletoe. When her plan actually succeeds (unlike usual), Giselle drags Krisdane onto the naughty list and gets his tinsel in her tangle! But a horrible curse manifests that momentarily transforms Krisdane into a Christmas tentacle creature that’s far from Frosty The Snowman! Most women might dive out the window of Giselle’s Penthouse condo at the sight of what Krisdane becomes. But the wild Giselle dreams of a white Christmas, and she’s going to get it!

But with the royal order riding on keeping Krisdane as a glorious elf it’s up to Giselle to team with his sexy siblings to find where this Christmas curse originated. This takes them to a mysterious psychic, through a mountain of Krisdane worshiping fan mail, and into a perverse gingerbread house. When they solve the curse’s mystery, it carries Giselle, The Hot Squad and Krisdane into a battle with a twisted version of a Christmas icon!

Can Giselle return her dream guy to the handsome prince that brings joy to the world? Or will the curse caster be the one laughing under the tree this year?

 

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Say my name, say my name

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For my original pseudonym everyone thought I was a woman! I was Dacy Alexandria. That “ria” killed my testosterone and led to me being sent dick pics. I got a lot of dick picks. Too many. Actually one would be too many. So I forwarded those to my romance deprived best friend and decided it was time for a change of name. Dacy was a fine first name. George RR Martin even used it Thus no one can deny the greatness of my first name. Actually I thought of changing it to Macy but I thought was to girly and that would invite more dick pics. So the gender-neutral name stuck.

The last name. Well, Alexander didn’t take much t creativity to come from Alexandria. But, it took more time to decide on than you would believe. I asked friends to help with one saying I should be named Dacy Swallows. That was uh less than helpful. I thought of Romanov in honor of Princess Anastasia. But that would have been even more girly which would defeat the whole point and waste my time which I am very good at doing. What I needed was a masculine last name. But it had to be a name that would easily flow after Dacy. A name that would deter dick pics. But, I don’t like most male names (which is why I’d rather have a daughter) so picking a name wasn’t easy. Wasn’t easy until I stopped being a fool and cut the ria off my original pseudonym. Easy decision. Or not.

I missed an opportunity to give myself a real hook or gimmick. Something to stand out with. I could have made myself an exotic dancer by night and an author by day. Beauty and brains. I can dance but certainly not on a pole! I was Prince Charming in Cinderella. Perhaps had I done a little teasing here and there the piece would have been better attended. But if I had this much trouble thinking up a pen name I doubt I could have thought up a decent background. Which is pretty sad to say since my job is to come up with peoples’ backgrounds! But I’m just a guy who plays video games and watches a lot of CW shows. Vampire Diaries being my favorite.

Today I don’t know why I have a pen name. I tell everyone who I am and what I write. It is no big secret who I am or what I do. But I do like my pen name better than my real name. My real name has no jazz, no glamor, it is just sort of there. It exists in the ocean of names with nothing to make it pop out. That is why I am always envious of people with cool names.

© Dacy Alex 2019