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/aids/ Theme Event Fridays are a bi-weekly event in which anons post prompts based on a theme voted on by the thread. Original archives: https://aidsrentfree.github.io/fridaids/

Rules[edit | edit source]

  • A link to your prompt on aetheroom.club must posted in the thread.
  • Your submission must be posted as a reply to an anchor post made on or near to the Friday of the event.
  • An image is optional, though recommended. Not for any particular reason, other than it makes the job of editing this page harder. But at least your prompt will be more eye-catching?
  • Please at least try.

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Archive[edit | edit source]

The Friday of Impractical Superpowers[edit | edit source]

10th November, 2023 - We're putting together a team. No, not those guys. Not them either. Look, this is the best we got, alright?

Heaven Sent[edit | edit source]

"'Exhaurire spiritum'," Lola stated. "That's the one, isn't it?" Penelope nodded and her aunt scoffed. "Shoulda known... 'Melioram mentem' would've been a smarter choice. Easier ritual and it wouldn't have fucked up the weather."

"Maybe if I needed to burn something," she responded with a scowl. "How can I stop the snow?"

"Well, there's a couple ways you can go about it." She paused for a moment, racking her aging mind for the proper advice. "You could just let it run its course. It's hard to say how long it'll last on its own. Could be months, could be years."

"And the other option?" Penelope asked.

"The other option is the one you want, ain't it?" The old woman laughed and leaned forward, blowing smoke in the direction of her niece. Penelope grimaced and waved the fumes away. "I know what kind of girl you are. Always tryna play hero. '

A is for Ants[edit | edit source]

The swarm was calmer now, moving through her veins at a more sedate pace. Both her and its wrath was sated for now. She couldn't help but smirk at today's headline splashed across the newspaper: Eco Terrorists Attack Westbrook Research. Even the news wasn't sure who had destroyed half of the environmental research centre.

Y is for Yes.[edit | edit source]

I am actually the *sidekick* known as Yes-Man. See, my superpower is unique in that it is both nearly omnipotent, and completely useless, at least to me. See, I'm sort of an absorber, in that my powers are dependant on others, but while most absorbers' power is dependant on emotional attachment or the quantity of people nearby, mine is dependant on working another's will. Yeah, rather problematic. When working for something I want, I'm just your average unpowered pleb, but when I start working for someone else's goals, I become stronger, faster, more intelligent, my healing goes through the roof, etc.

To Let Flowers Bloom[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/6353 - In this world, there are an elite few that, sometime in their early twenties, suddenly develop a superpower. Some people are then capable of flying, some develop super strength... and some get hosed. With the process of getting the superpower announces itself, some get very excited or anxious as to what they will get, and when they end up with the ability to let random flowers sprout from soil, well, it might drive one to drink and leave one in a state of needing some cheering up.

"So... what is it?" I just ask, hoping he opens up on his own.

Another sigh. "Yo, Jackie, show this guy the shit I did to your mint stash!" he yells in the direction of one particular bartender, who, with a rather grumpy look on his face, picks up a small planter. That's the kind where a bartender would be growing some mint for cocktail purposes in, but when he shows it to me, yes, there is some mint in there, but it's absolutely buried in a veritable bouquet of flowers. No real rhyme or reason to them, just a bunch of local flowers you'd see in a forest or park strewn about, but actually planted in there. "That's what I got. Point at a patch of soil and think a little, bam, fuckin' flowers. Can't even make anything specific, so it's not like I could make some sort of flower shop or gardening business with it, it's just flowers. Fucking useless," he bemoans, and yeah, I guess I can see that.

Still... "Well, I think they're pretty," I reply, and it's not even meant to be an empty platitude.

Bubblegum Bondage[edit | edit source]

Snapping a stick of gum into her maw, Gumball cut a path through the air, already cataloguing plausible ways to feign a defeat and avoid having her ears blown by that green asshole's sonic booms. The pink dragoness had superpowers of her own, of course, but being able to manipulate any kind of chewing gum was just a party trick compared to something that could break every window on this block.

It didn't matter. You have superpowers? Government says you need to patrol the city in colorful clothing. With a huff, the flying reptile adjusted her goggles. Time to get her ass kicked again. "Oh, Gumball!" Herald called, pausing mid-sonic scream to point excitedly at the approaching superheroine. "Very glad I got you this time! You always look so cute in that skintight outfit of yours. Makes me want to see what's underneath."

The Friday of Horror and Spookiness[edit | edit source]

27th October, 2023 - Brave these prompts, if you dare.

Just A Little Bite[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/6302 - When you're a security guard working the night shift at a dead as hell mall, you might have some fears of what could happen when you're completely alone in the dead of night, but also some things you're pretty sure won't happen. And yet, somehow, one of the most outlandish scenarios of the lot ends up happening when I find myself face to face with a scared, timid... vampire?

Something vaguely human-shaped is moving around the halls... slowly, unnaturally. In a panic, I rewind the security footage, trying to source the origin of this shape, and manage to track it all the way back to... the old Hot Topic? What the hell?

Upon closer inspection, whatever this form is—it's hard to tell from the darkness—it came out of the Hot Topic that's been closed down for about a month now, albeit not actually cleaned up yet. All the inventory is just sitting there, ripe for the taking, perhaps for the aforementioned insurance purposes. But also, rewinding back to the day's footage, there is a coffin now laying on the ground of the store rather conspicuously. Who the hell put that there, and how long has it been there?

Schlock Shooting[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/6303 - There's not a lot that goes on in this sleepy New Mexico town. But that changed when a set of city folks from up north made their way through, recruiting people for some sort of movie project, completely haphazardly. No chance this works out, but hey, the promise of a payday is enough to get me involved as well.

This whole thing seems to center around some guy named Sam Marshall, a used car salesman from Connecticut. Apparently he rolled into town about a week ago, and in that time, got drunk enough to start complaining to anyone that would listen down at the bar. Complain about his divorce, complain about his job, complain about just about everything. But he would show everyone with his big project: a movie. It seems he had saved up for something, and now that he's staring down a midlife crisis, he's trying to make something of himself. Now, this has disaster written all over it, but the worst case is I get to watch a train wreck unfold right in front of me and have a bit of fun, so I might as well stick around. Before long, one of the trailer doors opens, and out steps a guy that I am told is in fact that Marshall, waving around stacks of paper. "Alright, everybody, great to see you're all ready to go, because we're going to start shooting tonight. We've already got about half of the script written and made a few copies, so you can start reading it and getting ready for your scenes,"

Scooby-Doo, Where Are You![edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/6305 - A simple setup for a classic Scooby-Doo adventure of your choosing, with plenty of room for your own personal brand of meddling.

The unkempt hippie was busy stacking up an absolutely perfect, twenty three decker pickle and bologna sandwich. He laid down layer after layer of meats and toppings as the van bumped along the old road. He worked in tandem with Scooby, each eager to see this meal reach its absolute peak of deliciousness.

Scooby, the only inhuman member of the gang, laughed excitedly as he helped Shagyy build up the inconveniently tall sandwich. He, like his best bud Shaggy, had a love for food of all kinds that went beyond simple hunger. Eating for he and Shaggy was not simply something that they had to do, but was rather one of the core pursuits of life itself. "Shaggy, more mustard!" Scooby Doo said, the words coming somewhat clumsily from his canine mouth. Scooby was a Great Dane, and about as ravenous as he was massive. He used his great brown paws to stabilize the towering sandwich as Shaggy built it layer upon layer.

"More mustard coming up! Old buddy old pal!" Shaggy said with a nod of eager agreement as he squeezed a bottle of yellow mustard out onto several layers of the sandwich. Shaggy's hands were on the treat before him, but his mind was on whatever worrying destination the gang was headed towards today. "So, like, tell me, what kind of terrifying place are we going to visit today?" Shaggy asked the three in the front seat as Scooby stuck a toothpick with an olive in it on top of the sandwich to finish it off. The gang was always seemingly finding themselves involved in some sort of spooky business one way or another. Werewolves, draculas, space kooks, and all sorts of evils cretins seemed to threaten them weekly. Most of the time the villains turned out to be nothing more than con-men in rubber masks, but that didn't lessen the terror that Shaggy and Scooby felt when running from them.

The Friday of Big Personalities & Genre Invader Mommies[edit | edit source]

13th October, 2023 - Though adventure unfurled inside every volume on the shelf, taking one far afield, there was nothing like the simple comforts of home. Mom? What are you doing here?

Southern Thunder[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/6237 - This is it. The season comes down to this one race, for all the marbles, to decide whether the hated snob or the lovable underdog takes home the cup. And sadly, I can't just watch this unfold on TV, I have to run this race for the underdog. In front of her hometown crowd, can I help her succeed where she never did before?

So after a few moments of a smothering hug, I manage to free my face from her, er, pillows and take a deep breath. "Y-Yeah... everything's fine," I mutter, panting a bit as she lets me back on the ground and head over to the car. "Um, right. So, the car's looking as good as it ever did. We spent an absolute ton of time going over everything..." I trail off, catching a glimpse of her expression suddenly turning stern. "...while making sure to get our eight hours of sleep and regular breaks," I hastily add, causing her soft smile to return. "We're hoping that Pearce is the only thing looking to give you trouble today, Thunder."

In response, she reaches over, lifting the cap off my head and ruffling my hair. "Don't ya worry none 'bout him. Ah'll show that Yankee what for," she replies. "This's mah home turf, after all."

Don't Tell Mom[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/6238 - It's not every day that you end up having your mother move into your place after a divorce, unaware that you're now in a gay relationship with your roommate, and you're just not a hundred percent sure how she'll take it, and you just don't want to burden her with it... but it turns out it's apparently very difficult to keep her from accidentally barging in on every moment you have alone with your boyfriend!

Ever so carefully, I reach up, gently cupping my hand around his cheek, and I lean in, our lips getting closer and closer...

And then, the door opens, and in steps my mom, carrying two plates with a piece of cake each on them. "Oh, honey, Logan, the cake's all cooled off now! Come on, try a piece," she says, and I quickly scramble to get some distance between us so she doesn't get the wrong idea. Still, she seems to notice my flustered reaction. "Something wrong, honey? You look all red in the face. Do you have a fever?"

Talk For Mommy[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/6239 - War sees many tactics. Anything to get an advantage, and that includes getting information out of captured soldiers. And while torture and psychological terror can get results, maybe a bit of a different, softer approach could do the trick just as well? After all, who wouldn't tell the truth to mommy?

Images of a rough old crone with steel-toed boots and a mile-wide mean streak come to mind, and I wonder if I'm even going to get out of this without several broken limbs or God knows what else. But to my surprise, when the door opens, what steps in is instead a rather unassuming looking young woman with a smile on her face, wearing a beret and sharp dress uniform. She sits down on the other chair, looking me over with great interest. "Ara ara~" she coos. "What a good boy we have here today..."

In the end, I can only try and confirm what I assume. "Are... are you Miss Yoshida, by any chance?" I ask her, genuinely confused now. This is the elite interrogator?

She lets out a playful sigh. "Oh, that's so cold. Please, call me Ayako. Or, if you want to, sweetie... you can call me mommy," she says, and the mood immediately shifts. This is utterly bizarre, and I am stunned into silence while she reaches across the table, placing her hand on top of mine and gently caressing it. "You're such a good boy, I can tell. A good boy that tried to do a good job for his country, only to be hung out to dry. They don't deserve a good boy like you, Connor," she continues, her voice soft, almost melodic. "Mommy knows you deserve better. A nice bedroom, good food, safety from all the fighting, away from all those mean guards... that's what the really good boys get. They get to be happy with mommy. Can you be a really good boy for me?"

Deep Cuts At Camp Diamond[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/6240 - A campground out in the sticks and near a lake that is frequented by horny young men and women. If this were a movie, the place would be prime slasher villain material. But this isn't a movie, and there isn't a scrawny twink with a history of familial issues and a massive grudge against people that get laid out there. Right?

I stand on the outskirts of Camp Diamond, a sort of summer camp for grown ups in the middle of the forest and with a nearby lake, specifically those either going to college or on the way there. And with it being situated so far out, it is a haven for partying, drugs and fucking, all the debauchery that these fucking jocks get up to. But now it's time for them to get theirs. For ages, I have dreamed of this, to have them here out in the middle of nowhere, and I have a knife with which I will make them all pay. Oh, the thoughts I've had, of carving them up, making them scream and cry, begging me for forgiveness, but I will give them none.

While most of them are outside, around a campfire, surely preparing to engage in all sorts of perversities, I will begin by stalking the cabins to find my first victim. I need to get them isolated. And so, I sneak towards the first cabin I can see, a smaller one that seems to be for storage or something like that. But when I enter, I am met with someone I did not expect. I find myself, brandishing a knife with intent, staring at Edward, the one guy I did not expect to be here. And while I want to try and silently leave again, he spots me pretty much immediately. "...Dustin? That's you, right, Dustin? ...what are you doing with that knife?"

Monster Hunting Mommy[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/6249 - Heather Ferrier was once a professional monster hunter, though that was two kids and over ten years ago. Now the middle-aged herbalist has been called back into action by an old friend, though she isn't sure if she still has what it takes to keep the world safe from the beasts that stalk the night.

Heather grunted in frustration as she tried to squeeze herself into her old hunting leathers. She had known, of course, that squeezing easily into her old set of leather armor was a foolish notion. A decade of lounging and two kids had seen to it that her waistline was not what it once was. Still, she had come closer than she had thought. The soft fat of her ass had slid into the tight leather pants with surprising ease ... until it had come time to button. The pants were at least two sizes too small, and it looked like her corseted top was no better. Her breasts were much more sizable than they had been when she was nineteen. "This feels silly," Heather said to herself as she gave up buttoning the pants and sat back on her bed. She saw herself reflected in the standing mirror that stood by her bed, and the image only solidified the feeling that what she was doing was silly. Yet, despite that feeling of silliness, there was an undercurrent of excitement that she could not deny. She could do it again, could go on adventures and help people by slaying the evil things that haunted the night. The money would be nice, but she really didn't need it. The truth, she realized, was that she was simply bored. Her youngest was away studying at the Imperial Academy while her eldest was off pursuing her own career. Her husband, bless his soul, had passed three years prior from illness. Heather realized for the first time that she had been left alone in her very herbaceous home. Her kids didn't need her any longer. The shop kept her busy, but the shop had always simply been a means to keep food on the table.

Hunting monsters again, even if it was foolish, was so exciting that she knew she could not resist. "Well, I might have filled out a bit since these were new, but that's nothing some thread can't mend," Heather said simply as she looked at the tight leathers. It might not be as pretty when she was done, but she knew her way around a needle and thread. A stitch here, some extra cloth there, and she knew that she'd be able to fit into her leathers once more.

Mother and Sun[edit | edit source]

Instead of a carpeted foyer, the door opened on an impossibly large chamber built of stone. A lazy haze of mist drifted through the overgrowth of tropical ferns. Deep drumbeats reverberated a ritualistic rhythm. Charlotte cast a confused glance at me, forewarned but evidently not believing that my every word was true until she experienced it herself.

My mother was far from any ordinary crone. Something like a goddess, worshipped since primordial times by pre-Columbian cults, the sun rose and fell in the sky according to her whim. Bloodthirsty and temperamental, she demanded sacrifices to appease her savage appetite. Though her temple was hemmed in by modernity, this pocket persisted within the façade of the ordinary house, the neighboring families blissfully unware of the primeval terror baying for blood across the street, the stars in the sky going about their merry voyages by her benevolent assent.

Escorted by the tribesmen who attended to my mother's every desire, Charlotte and I began to ascend the immense ziggurat. At its apex, a dissonantly typical dining table was set with lace tablecloth and doilies. Rising from the seat at the head of the table, we beheld the full glory of a towering woman of impossible proportions.

The Friday of Breeding and Impregnation[edit | edit source]

29th September, 2023 - Babymaking. Simple as*.

For The Goddess[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/6178 - A centuries-long tradition in our farming village says that in order to ensure a good harvest the next year, the harvest festival must begin with the impregnation of a virgin. But when a mishap leads to there not being a virgin available for the event, some compromises need to be made, like, well, the gender of the virgin...

"Alright, I've never actually had to do this, so bear with me. Who's on emergency virgin duty?" the mayor then asks, but again, he's met by mere murmuring, not an actual answer.

After some more murmuring and some insistence on the mayor's part, one voice comes out of the crowd. "Um, I think it's Ayr..." it says, and a total silence falls over the congregation as the mayor's eyes go wide.

"...Ayr. So, we gave this critical duty to the oldest man in the village. The oldest man... who died six months ago. Did nobody think to bring this up when we buried him? Nobody think to mention, hey, this guy we're putting in the ground was our lifeline for the most important event of the year? Nobody?" he asks, rather stunned. Well, of course nobody did, because nobody actually likes emergency virgin duty. It's a massive pain to be required to find a virgin willing to go along with all this, and we've frankly been lucky that it all just happened to work out for decades. Now the murmuring is starting back up, getting louder, people starting to blame each other. But in this chaos that's threatening to spill over, a calming presence comes forth, and who else could it be but Eryon? He steps out of the crowd and in front of the mayor, turning to face the crowd and motioning for people to calm down. And as if by magic, the crowd does indeed calm down, because when Eryon wants to say something, people listen. "Um, so, this is, uh, something I've known about for a while but never got an opportunity to bring up. But, er, if you remember last year's event, the girl that got impregnated there and then moved to the capital with her husband... she had a contraceptive spell put over her. She didn't actually get pregnant. And the harvest was just fine. So maybe, uh... maybe the actual impregnation isn't the important part for the Goddess here?"

The Friday of Mind Control Maids[edit | edit source]

15th September, 2023 - Dresses, frills, and every thought wiped away with the contenting comfort of obedience.

Mind Control Maid Bus[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/6100 - You capture a schoolbus full of young girls and brainwash them into being your maids! Now you can do whatever you want to them...

They all obediently called me "master" now. Each girl took her place on stage when I called them, holding her skirt out and bowing deeply as she said, "Thank you for kidnapping us." They all proclaimed their love one by one, until everyone thanked me properly. Finally, they all stood there staring blankly ahead, waiting for me to command them next.

My Mother is My Maid?![edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/6101 - Your father has recently passed away, and your eccentric, rich grandfather has come to offer you a better life! He wants you to learn the family business, marry, and produce heirs! He even convinced your mother and little sister to become your personal maids! There are two problems, though: You don't know who to marry! And for some reason, your family is dead-set on you picking one of them! Your grandfather said it was okay, but are you willing to cross that line? Can you see your mother and little sister not as family, but as a potential wife?

"Why only three months? Isn't that a little too soon?" I asked him. I took another sip of my water. It's starting to grow on me. Ako is still clinging to my arm. She hasn't drank any of her soda. I'm worried about her. Mom is drinking her beer.

"I'm not getting any younger. The sooner, the better. I want to see my legacy be carried on." He sat back down, holding a piece of paper. "Now, let's talk about what's in this for you."

I put my water down and waited for him to continue. He handed me the piece of paper. "This is how much money you'll get." My eyes grew wide. It was a huge amount. "You'll also get a credit card. So don't worry about the cash flow. If you marry and produce a son, I'll triple the amount."

I show Kotori and Ako the piece of paper. Their mouths drop. This was more money than we've ever seen before. We'd be set for life. It was enough money for a small house, three cars, and enough left over to make sure no one ever has to work again. "What do you think? I ask my family.

Ako is the first one to speak: "Grandpa, you said he could marry me?"

My grandfather looked surprised, and he started laughing, "Hahaha! I didn't think you'd want your own brother! Sure, if Anon chooses you, that's fine."

Ako nodded her head. Mom chimed in, "That's not the only reason. Ako doesn't want her brother to marry a stranger." I'm not sure what she meant by that. "If I remember right, you said there's no age limit, right?"

"Indeed. Anon is free to choose whoever he wants."

"Good, then I want him to pick me." Mom has a serious expression on her face.

"Hah! That's an interesting development. I was sure you'd be against the whole marriage thing." My grandfather was grinning widely. I could feel the pressure rising.

"What can I say, I'd rather have him marry someone he knows." Mom replied. She seemed to have an unbreakable resolve. She was dead set on it. Ako was squeezing my arm tightly. I could tell she was scared. I didn't want to hurt her, but I didn't want to hurt my mom either. Mary the maid opened the doors and said, "Sorry to interrupt, but have you made a decision?"

The Pursuit of Happiness[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/6097 - Marie is destined to become a hero, but while attending the New Avalon Institute, she takes a job attending to an elven girl named Fiona as her maid.

The New Avalon Institute caters to the best and brightest students from all lands, so there are many rooms set up so different races can eat the foods of their home-lands in peace if they'd prefer. Lunchtime is already noisy even before we enter the main cafeteria building. Human, elf and beastkin, all packed into one room makes a pretty busy lunch rush. The second we make it up to the counter, a chef yells, "Alright, who ordered the Bacon cheeseburger and onion straws?"

"Oh~ That was my mistress!" I shout and grab the plate, despite all the customers yelling at me for jumping the line. When the humans realize it's me, they immediately go quiet and stare at us, whispering things like 'Isn't that the Hero candidate over there?' "Why is she working as a maid?" And similar things. My reputation proceeds me a bit, though it's nothing I can control. Ah, why is this the first thing that people recognize about me?

Playing Along[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/6103 - I can't believe this guy thought that a random swirl on a phone somehow constituted a powerful force that can hypnotize people. But at the same time, this is an unique opportunity. So what if I just play along? Engage in a little mischief? It's not like I'm going to suddenly see him in an emotionally vulnerable state that has me feeling bad for him and wanting to make him happy or something like that, right?

"Uh, it might be best if you just look at it. It's, uh... this," he says, practically shoving his phone in my face. On the screen, there's only a massive spiral, spinning away hypnotically. Wait, is that what this is? I'd heard of these hypnosis apps, but only in the realm of complete hoaxes and bunk. Is... is he trying to hypnotize me with this? That's downright comical, and I'm totally dumbstruck by it, just staring at the phone, unable to respond. And somehow, he takes that stunned silence to be a complete success. "Yes! Uh, uh... you are now completely under my control and will do whatever I say, and, uh, address me as 'master' when we're alone," he explains.

This, of course, is complete hogwash. I'm not mind-controlled, this is just a spiral on a phone, and my first instinct is to immediately tell him to knock this nonsense off. But then, a different part of my brain kicks in. The curious one. The one that gets me into stupid situations like that one time I tried to snort hot sauce back in my frat days. And it's talking to me. It's saying "C'mon, say 'yes, master'. Play along with him. Mess with him, and it'll be really funny when you make him believe it really worked, then crush his spirit," and while I might not want to be so cruel, I do kind of want to see where he's going with this.

Maid For The Midway[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/6104 - Taking on a new job is always tricky, but sometimes, it seems like you get lucky. Becoming the personal attendant of a young man from the countryside and showing him the city sounds like a really nice job. Where else do you get to enjoy the sights and entertainment of Chicago and get room, board, and pay, not to mention, get to do so with a cute guy?

I do have good reason to believe I got a break with this job, because I'm working for the Wilsons, a family of two—an older widowed man and his grown-up son—who used to be farmers out in the countryside until a rich oil well was discovered on their land, which the old man managed to leverage into a big payment as well as a job with the oil company that gives him a large, stable income. So I'm banking on this being a situation where you take the man out of the country, but can't take the country out of the man, and the two don't have the trappings of the usual snobby rich. Knocking at the door, I'm soon let in by one of the other servants that were hired earlier and brought inside. But while there are people here that move things around, clean, cook, and all those usual things, my job description is something else.

With the old man of the house frequently being out because of business travel for his job, he wanted someone to take care of his son, Arthur. Well, "take care" is a bit much, it's not like he can't take care of himself; he's an adult, after all. But at the same time, Arthur is a country boy through and through, and he is just not ready for life in the city. So while the other employees here have specific tasks, mine is simply to accompany Arthur and show him the ways of the city. Because of their wealth, he doesn't have a job himself, and part of my task might even be to just help him pass the time with whatever activities come to mind. It's certainly no job I've done before, so it might be a bit strange, but then again, this job probably has the least chance of grievous injury out of all I've worked so far.

Maid to Order[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/6107 - You find yourself invited to a strange mansion and lead into a chamber with a large bed. Surely, you will not be mind controlled into becoming a maid here?

Having nothing better to do, you shrug and sit down on the edge of the bed. There wasn't really much inside this room. Just the bed and a wardrobe. Isn't having a bed in a waiting room kind of weird? And this most certainly is a bed. Just sitting on it, you can feel how soft and inviting it is, the unreasonably white fabric soft underneath your hands. You kick off your shoes and decide to try lying down.

So soft! It's heavenly. It would be even nicer if you weren't wearing your day clothes of course, but even like this—you can't remember ever having laid down on a bed as nice as this. Perhaps you should take a nap.

A Sanguine Dalliance With the Master[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/6108 - A maid is none-to-pleased that her Master seems to be too preoccupied with a dusty old tome to take notice of her presence and decides to take matters into her own hands.

"Prithee, pray tell, why dost thou ignore mine inquest?"

For a third time, her query went unheeded, and she almost stomped her foot against the ground in vexation. However, at the last moment, she stopped herself, and, rather than disturb her Master's reading in such an undignified manner, she came up with a better idea.

'If thou art so focused on thine research to notice mine solicitations, mayhap an appeal to thy concupiscence shalt be a more apt means of communication on mine part?'

Angel's Blade[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/6110 - When a magical sword comes with its own angelic protector who are you to resist its call? Unfortunately, the diva in question seems to have her own plans for you.

When she moved it was like an avalanche. There was no commotion or awkwardness to it, no, rather the contrary. Morgan was nearly 9 feet tall but possessed an almost unnerving composure. Statuesque described both her appearance and demeanor, but there was also a fluidity to her movement; Morgan flowed where most struggled even to stumble. As she crossed the short distance between us, her approach could hardly be discerned from sitting down to rising. I was left stunned and motionless when the angel knelt before me. Our faces were level now as the giantess drew in closer, invading my space and personal bubble. I had expected to feel suffocated at being so near to a being of her size, but the sensation I received from Morgan was different. It was akin to standing within the embrace of some old forgotten oak — Morgan smelled of ancient wood and warm spice, intoxicating.

“Your path is yours to carve — be it king, tyrant or neither — I shall walk alongside you. Unless you prefer to be led,” mercurial irises stirred with unknowable power, “That too can be arranged.”

Something about Morgan changed then. Perhaps it was always there lurking beneath the surface, yet shrouded from view, but whatever it was I was made keenly aware of its presence now. Morgan exuded raw power — not unlike Caladbolg — yet somehow hers seemed less artificial. With Caladolbg I was granted control, power that any man might dream of, but the giantess was offering me something else. A chance to submit, to surrender the burden of choice and leadership.

Without conscious thought, my body responded to Morgan's offer. Subtle signs were sent to indicate compliance, involuntary actions that betrayed my thoughts: a slight parting of lips, pulse quickened, pupils dilated. They were signals, primordial in nature, that went largely ignored by women before.

“You will always be my master, as long as that is your heart’s desire.” Where I expected a cooing lilt there was merely cold indifference. Morgan needn’t require such base subversion tactics. Seduction in the pretense of the mortal guise was alien to the heavenly hostess, her methods far more direct and without subtly — a coupling of the flesh was entirely unnecessary for a being born of light. Synaptic feedback paled meant nothing in the face of spiritual domination. This was anything but angelic — at least to my limited, mortal comprehension.

Open Your Mind to a Mindflayer[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/6111 - A rework of an ancient prompt. A Mindflayer of the MGE variety takes you in and soothes your weary conscious. Run of the mill mind-control/femdom.

Her voice too matched the somber mood, empathetic and soothing, and there existed an undercurrent of concern. “Poor thing, you are exhausted. I can sense it as clearly as I can see it. May I assist you?” What her squishy, cloying form concealed was a psionic presence only recently unveiled. A predatory presence emanated from the welcoming arms of the sentient cephalopod.

“Wait, I came here to—“ Words died upon my tongue as her fingers slid along the curve of my jaw, tips pressing gently into the recesses behind my ears. There they lingered, thumbs stroking in tandem with her hushed whispers. Whatever mindflayer sorcery she wrought muddled thought and perception. Had I still wished to die? Or was I eager for her assistance? Time was short and decisions harder still.

Her eyes, pale as the moonlit surf, seemed to shimmer in the ambient gloom. Inhuman pupils constricted then dilated, hypnotic and powerful, until my knees buckled under a psychic compulsion. Slowly, without realizing, I found myself sinking to my knees. Though she remained shorter by a good foot her confidence suggested otherwise.

“Hmm, so it was you and your kin who slew my flock. Such a shame. Perhaps I was too brash, focusing on so many potential mates at once. It seems one will have to do. Doesn’t that sound wonderful?” Purplish hued cheeks were alight with a bioluminescent warmth that was akin to a deep sea jellyfish. Combined with her enthralling stare, the deft ministrations of two thin tendrils went completely unnoticed; the violation was sharp and quick. It was a bloodless invasion, sweet and sensual in a regard unfathomable to the mortal mind. “Offspring require strong paternal bonds; do you think I’d harm the father of my prospective clutch? So sweet, your naivety. Would you like to come home with me?” Her tone implied a rhetorical nature, tentacles continuing their telepathic intrusion until thoughts of resistance fled in place of subservience.

Did I wish to return with her? Of course I did. How could I refuse such a kind and tender mistress? Tentacles too were quite stimulating, filling me with an insatiable heat the likes of which I hadn’t known since adolescence. All I needed was guidance. Mistress was right. She always knew best.

Mistress smiled at the realization of full assimilation. Though I knelt upon the cavern floor, a willing thrall, it was the satisfaction of achieving total control that brought her joy. She craved affection, love really, and having acquired a mate she planned on cherishing him always.

A Complicated Inheritance[edit | edit source]

I sit in the expansive study of my late Uncle Jonathan, awaiting the reading of his will. While I had barely ever met him, and this is only the second time I had been inside Uncle Jonathan's large mansion, I had a slight hope of getting some portion of his fortune. Jonathan was an odd man who kept to himself and without any direct descendants, so I had as much of a chance as anyone else.

To my right sits uncle's "spiritual adviser," Madame Laurent. Coy, busty, and with long dark curls, my only real knowledge of Madame Laurent are rumours of her being a witch, harlot, or far less polite words mumbled by family. She happens to notice me looking at her and, as she meets my gaze, I feel drawn into her dark eyes...Mdm Laurent laughs and I snap back into focus.

Blinking and eager to move onto the next witness, I turn to Anna, my uncle's maid. I had met her years before when I visited, impressed by her size as she stands over six feet tall without her heels. There were rumours that she was actually trans, which was supported by her height and broad shoulders, but I had no evidence either way.

"Will you just start already?" said a sharp voice from the nicest leather chair in the study. There sits Brianna, my cousin and the only other blood relative of uncle Jonathan here. Harsh, direct, and aggressive, Brianna was my complete opposite and a terror any of the times I'd encountered her through the years. Although several inches shorter and a handful of years younger, she always found a way to make everyone feel smaller.

The Friday of Suburban Mythology[edit | edit source]

1st September, 2023 - There was a dreamlike quality to the picket fences and houses, row on row. As the city receded, we became witness to a different kind of magic.

The Generous Genie Of Greenwater[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/5967 - After a late night web surfing session leads to an ancient video detailing some strange rumors and legends about our little suburban town, we end up finding an oddly strange story about a genie that could bless us, if only we figure out the riddle... and for some reason, Luke's gotten it in his head that the answer is a simple blowjob.

There's a couple more stories I recognize, like the local high school being rumored to be built on an ancient Indian burial ground and therefore being haunted, or the story of the mayor's mansion holding an old torture dungeon that might still be in use to this day, but then, the final story catches me by surprise. It tells the tale of the Generous Genie of Greenwater—or, well, "GINIE" as the video puts it—and it's the most bizarre story of the lot. The basic gist is that apparently, according to this video, an old Arabian sultan once traveled the lands of what would eventually become the United States, and in particular, he at one point made camp where Greenwater stands today. And that night, there was a full moon, and the sultan was so in awe of the natural beauty of this region that he released a genie here to bless whoever may awaken its powers the same way he was blessed by the sight of this land.

Now, this is already pretty outrageous. It doesn't even remotely line up with history, like, at all, to a ridiculous degree, even. But what puts the cherry on top is that the video describes the way to awaken the genie, and it's a doozy.

The Fairest Game[edit | edit source]

"I'm on a government contract here, kid," I explained tiredly, "You can't outbid the state. Just-"

"With my body," she added. I almost laughed - they were fighting words for someone almost half my size. She had nothing to offer me in that department, between her likely padded washboard of a chest, the pale collarbones above it thin enough to snap with two fingers, a shirt print full of pseudo-occult symbolism concealing a tight stomach and leading seamlessly down to the skirt rounding a pair of waspish hips, floral printed tights accentuating her thin legs below them.

I was never into goth chicks, but the next thing I remember was yanking her into the passenger seat of my car brutishly and sealing the tinted windows while my crew cackled and cracked jokes I couldn't hear through the glass. We didn't speak on the way to my place, perhaps because I was really sleepy and needed alcohol to wake up a little. The omnipresent neon advertisements gave way to street lights again, and I opened the window to listen to the comforting silence of one of the oldest housing districts, preserved as a fond memory of a time long gone. Luxuriously large plots of natural land and grass in front of each and every adorable (faux) wooden house, rebuilt to new construction standards, lovingly painted derelict bike lanes, and other relics of the past were nostalgic of a simpler era of the human world that my father's line lived in, leaving me a lucky inheritor of one such properties.

Stop-N-Go[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/5986 - A perfectly normal job with a not-so-normal customer base. You are an attendant at a normal neighborhood corner store, the Stop-N-Go. Help old gnomes buy their weekly whiskey, Shoo away delinquent kobold shoplifters, and generally have a terrible time as a minimum wage worker.

The midmorning light that shines through the dusty slats of your blinds is enough to rouse you from sleep. You awake slowly and rub the sleep from your eyes as you stare at the ceiling. A minute passes, maybe two, and the alarm on your phone blares out before being immediately silenced by you. You sit up in bed with a deep sense of dread down in your soul. Outside your window you can see sun shining, hear birds singing cheery tunes. You can hear the droning sound of someone mowing their lawn a block or two away and the joyous screams of the neighbor children at play come muffled through the walls of your bedroom. By all rights it should be a wonderful day, but you won't get to enjoy it. No, you have to work.

You roll out of bed, and walk on heavy feet to the bathroom. The routine is the same almost every day. Shit, brush your teeth, have a quick shower. By the time you come out of the shower, you find that you are running a bit late. You rummage through a pile of mostly clean laundry in your hamper and pull out some jeans and a wrinkled work shirt. The logo on the breast of the shirt taunts you. The smiling face of a cartoonish satyr hovers above the words Stop-N-Go. You hate it, hate the smug look on that cartoon Satyr's face.

You head out the door and into a tauntingly idyllic suburban day. The sun is pleasantly bright, the breeze annoyingly perfect. You walk along the sidewalk, envying the good folk out enjoying the weekend. You see a family of orcs roasting a whole hog over a pit barbecue in their yard, some centaurs are out for a gallop around the local park, and a pack of delinquent harpies are loitering at the bus stop. You'd trade places with any of them in a heartbeat.

Lost and Found[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/6009 - Arusetra (Arue for short) is a mundane office drone whose greatest talent is being forgettable. Unfortunately, flying so far under normal peoples' radars makes her annoyingly visible to the gods in her hometown. Can she avoid getting roped into their fickle squabbles and clandestine society, or will she decide it's time for a career change?

Hecate crossed her arms, frowning. "I am simply doing my duty to ensure the dignity of this roundabout is maintained!" Her voice echoed through the evening air, garnering the attention of passerby. Arue shook her head, trying to pass along the edge of the roundabout, when Hecate noticed her. "Officers! This young lady passed me by this morning! She can attest to my position and authority on the matter of roundabout decorum and traffic safety!"

Arue stopped dead in her tracks. She shrank back, glancing to the officers. One was rubbing the bridge of their nose, sighing, while the other was almost visibly steaming with impatience. "Hecate, please, it's just a roundabout. You're wasting taxpayer money by doing this." Hecate blanched - clearly this was a grave implication. "Fine! Then I'm resigning, effective immediately! Consider me off the clock as of this moment, officer." She stood and began to stomp away, but stopped before reaching the sidewalk, where Arue was. The officers merely shrugged, while the cropped hair woman turned to a colleague and asked, "Wasn't she just a volunteer?"

Hecate squared her shoulders, staring down Arue. "You're going counter-clockwise, miss." She paused, pursing her lips. "I might be off the clock, but this is simply disrespectful to the urban planners who designed this roundabout." She grabbed Arue by the arm, yanking her in the other direction. The officers looked over, but returned to their conversation. "Come on. Don't want you messing with the integrity of the streets."

Arue gasped as she was dragged away. "W-wait wait wait I'm just going home I-"

Hecate blinked, tilting her head. "Then what are you doing going the wrong way?" Her eyebrows knit together and she crossed her arms, looking down at the smaller woman. Her gaze was intense; it felt like a thousand daggers boring through Arue.

"I-I dunno! I was just following the others." Her cheeks flushed pink as Hecate stood there in disbelief. "I'm sorry, okay?"

The traffic woman pondered Arue's words for a moment, loosening her grip. "Hmm... Proscribed custom and law, against the natural flow... Vox populi..." She muttered something to herself, then shook her head. "Please, then. Let me guide you properly." With that, she led Arue towards the crosswalk. Arue, exasperated, followed along - hopefully if she went along with the madwoman things wouldn't escalate any further.

Ignomrance is Bliss[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/6034 - Is it better to know a horrid truth, or live in peaceful bliss? Don't watch strange videos late at night, you might learn too much.

But the housewife's enthusiasm for the paranormal did not end there, far from it. After spending countless nights combing mainstream sites for the most intriguing leads she could find, the kernels of information and snippets of evidence that consistently corroborated each other, she moved on to new grounds. Obscure Discord chatrooms, old and nearly defunct forums, barely-moderated video hosting sites, these became the new investigative haunts of the intrigued and listless woman. The major theme that captivated her focus were reports of mystical cryptids, particularly the foreboding and enigmatic lore surrounding the existence of 'gnomes'.

At first, it was easy to dismiss the flimsy evidence she found as nonsense, the more Kyla investigated, the more compelling she found the arguments that gnome believers were making. Footage of encounters bore unmistakable similarities, with eye-witness accounts synchronizing up perfectly from Argentina to Siberia, it seemed people were having spooky and climactic encounters with the 'duendes', 'leprechauns', and other similarly small, but mischievous, entities. However, nothing could have prepared her for the revelations to come.

Kyla's earlier stratagems of discerning fact from fiction were put to the test as she perused her latest vein of examination. Redflag after redflag was raised as she watched a series of low-quality audio recordings discussing the 'global gnomish conspiracy', uploaded to Dailymotion by a defunct account, but something compelled her to look deeper. She followed the inactive account's links, which lead to an ancient landing page that hadn't been updated in many years, talking about diagnosing and combating a status known as 'advanced gnome infestation'. What she read there would haunt her deeply.

Giant, comic-sans frontpage writing loudly questioned the reader "Are Your Loved Ones Suffering from Advanced Gnome Infestation? Here Are The Facts: Does Your Loved One Demand Sugared Alcoholic Beverages At All Meals And Times Of The Day? Does Your Loved One Randomly Snack On Passing Insects, Especially Snails And Slugs? Can Mysterious Giggling And Bathroom Noises Be Heard Inside Your Partner At Odd Hours? If You Have Noticed These Signs, You May Be Dealing With A Gnome-Infested Person!"

The Friday of Elves[edit | edit source]

18th August, 2023 - Amid the untempered wilderness, with the timeless old growth and new sprouts, nature's children dwelt behind every blade of grass.

Cumrag Blankets[edit | edit source]

"Elves don't understand lewdness, the concept of it, or even idea idea of what cum is." And so, she plotted that if we gave their medicinal rags coated in cum, it would be almost like a lewd "disease" spreading through their village. I was skeptical, but I agreed to help. She was right, I was really into the idea. I thought she was just going to make me a few rags to rub my cock on.

And so, I spent the next few days cumming all over every rag she could get her hands on. And it was a lot of rags. But I imagined all of those elves suddenly getting horny, and I came so much, it was a good thing we had so many rags. The day came where we walked into the elvish camp, and started to hand out the rags as medicinal supplies. The moment we did, every elf face clouded in lust. They were feeling it. The elves didn't waste any time.

My Journey to the New World[edit | edit source]

Lifting the boards off of the petite elf, she sat up and began brushing sand from her beautiful amber skin; revealing more of her delicate features. Her tanned skin was smooth like silk; and her large emerald green eyes shimmered like polished sapphires. A few curls of golden brown framed her heart shaped face perfectly. I wanted to talk with her, but with our language barrier, it seemed impossible. Pointing to myself, I said my name, "Anon," hoping she would understand the gesture.

The elf nodded and pointed to herself, "Aerie."

Pointing my finger at her, I asked. "Aerie" This time she smiled widely—at least I now knew the elven girl's name; though not why she was called 'Aerie.' It sounded like something to do with the wind. "I'm sorry, I don't speak elvish," I tried to explain to the girl, but I knew she wouldn't understand. So instead, I held out my hand to her, indicating that I wanted her to come with me. After all, this deserted island was no place to leave the girl by herself.

"Poi apcr ogo adroseaann...," Aerie looked at me, distraught, but took my hand, letting me lead her away from the wreckage of the ship towards the interior of the island. Hopefully we could find food and water, as well as a shelter to keep us warm through the night; because we certainly weren't going anywhere for now.

Starlight[edit | edit source]

"Well, Sona, doesn't look like anyone's home, does it." Looking down at my wrist, Sona responds, "Affirmative, Anon, life support is functioning, but no signs of biologicals." Not exactly shocking, Elves live a long time, but a full thousand years is a stretch even for their enhanced lifespans. We have no idea what is where on this ship, but as some doors open and some remain firmly locked, I can't help but feel we're being goaded in a certain direction. Following the unlocked doors, we walk down the white plasteel halls, flickering lights casting eerie shadows everywhere. This ship is easily four kilometers in length, so I hope whatever, or whoever, brought me here, is patient, it could take a while.

Eventually, we come upon a door that looks different from the rest. It's ornate, covered in runes and carvings, the Talasian language, but it's not the carvings that draw my eye, it's the light emanating from the other side. Touching the access panel next to the door, it slides open, revealing a room bathed in a soft blue glow. When I see what is sitting in the room, I can't help but mutter, "Oh... shit." "Anon, now that we're closer, I'm detecting a life sign in that cryo pod, faint, the pod is starting to fail for some reason... but definitely Talasian." The life sign Sona is referring to is the only object in the room, a cryo pod, glowing the same soft blue as the light permeating the room. Stepping forward, I gaze upon the Talasian encased within. A beautiful woman dressed in white, sleeping peacefully, long pointed ears poke through flowing platinum blonde hair, the Talasian facial structure is regal, and exudes a sense of superiority. My curiosity drives me to press a button on the cryo pod, prompting Sona, "Anon, I wouldn't tou-"

A wave of blue energy rushes over me, and the world fades away.

It's Lavin Colewood[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/5792 - Hunky fuckboy elf... or genuine paladin? Maybe a bit of both. Go fuck up some bandits with him, my good man. Er, actually it's fempov. This is kind of a Zoolander prompt to be honest.

The hunky man stepped toward you, maneuvering his longsword to rest on his back in the single scabbard.

"Suh, dudette?" he raises his brow and puckers his lips a bit. It's almost as if he's posing for a portrait, more than staring at a soon-to-be dead body. "Sheeesh, your insides are going all outside, cool cat. Lemmie get that."

Rescued by an Elven Herbalist[edit | edit source]

I return my focus to the woman, asking, "who are you?" The elf sighs.

"The one who saved your life," she says, shaking her head. "And as someone who is still a long way from full recovery, you should be focusing more on getting better instead of chattering, Mr Ranger." The elf returns the bowl to a nearby countertop, glancing over a variety of bottles. I wonder if she is somehow upset, or just a tad cranky, when she turns her head back towards me, brushing her golden hair out her face and giving me a brilliant smile.

Light and Dark[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/5826 - Living in a cabin in the edge of town, you notice an unmarked van breakdown in the wilderness. Just as you approach, a heavy snowstorm hits the region and you realize you've caught a slaver transporting precious cargo, a light elf and a dark elf. Rescuing then and taking them back to your cabin, you'll have to wait out the storm together.

"We're free?" The little light elf girl looks like she's about to burst into tears of joy. You nod your head yes and try to give the best reassuring smile you can manage with your jaw shivering uncontrollably. A pair of gloved hands appear behind the girl's shoulders, they grip her as the taller, curvier, dark elf appears behind her.

"It is safe? We should be free to leave this van?" The dark elf asks while her stoic face breaks into a tiny smile of joy as you nod. "Excellent," she says simply while hopping out of the van and taking the light elf girl by the hand.

Refugees in the Cold[edit | edit source]

"Why are you out here, and without shoes? It's the middle of winter, you will freeze."

"O-our town was burned by soldiers, b-but we were able to flee. We have been walking for days, my lord."

"And where is your daughter's father?" The elven woman's eyes drop, tears welling up.

"He died, defending Larion's King."

"I am sorry to hear that. Come, let's get you inside. You will catch your death out here."

Sentenced From Sword To Sowing[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/5828 - I had no idea I was in an elven forest, and I had no idea that attempting to fish in a lake there was such a capital crime. And while the elves might be tree huggers, they still seem capable of fashioning very pointy sticks that I would prefer not being poked with, so I guess I'm now sentenced to cultivating a patch of land into a garden alongside a very emotional, but kinda adorable elf guy. I suppose things could be worse...

"Basically, we've parceled this spot out for a little natural garden, and we're going to plant it and take care of it together. Oh, I've got so much planned, wonderful flowers, some nice trees for shade, and of course, Mother Nature will contribute plenty of her own as well, we'll take some spots and just fertilize them a bit with some magic, and all sorts of beautiful chaos will grow, it's going to be great!" he explains, a giddy tone in his voice.

But one question still remains. "OK, but, how long is this going to take?" I ask, almost afraid of the answer.

"Oh, not long at all! Our magic can help the natural growth along, so we're looking at a year or so. Not a lot at all!" he says, like it's nothing. Right, he's an elf. Of course a whole year won't mean much to him, but that's a whole lot to me!

With a bit of trepidation, I find myself asking, "Um... is there some sort of faster alternative? A year is a really long time for me..." But that was the wrong thing to say, and it's clear very quickly. Elaran looks away, his hair falling back over his face, and I can hear his breathing getting rougher. "Well, t-there's a s-shorter prison sentence you... you could do... if you h-hate me t-that much..."

Asmodeus, Belial, & Chernobog At Law[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/5829 - I did not expect to get a job offer from dropping out of law school, especially not at one of the biggest law offices there is, but somehow, that's the way it turned out. Now my job is to try and get elven lawyers that have been at this for centuries to try and relax. Easier said than done...

The demoness secretary explained to me the basic issue, namely that the junior lawyers here, due to what she called a "misadventure in corporate messaging", have been cultivated into total workaholics, which seemed good at the outset, but has now allowed some ugly issues to rear its head.

To make it short, the lawyers here are overworked, tired, and grumpy, and I'm here to fix that. Attempts to allow them to take vacations have failed, so the bosses are taking a new path, and that's where I come in. I, as ABC Law's new "personal assistant", am to go around the office and try and find out two things: who's the most overworked, and how I can get them to no longer be overworked. I am to use whatever corporate jargon I can come up with to explain to them that my measures are under no circumstance a vacation, but rather a new initiative to improve workplace performance.

Ain't Much, But It's An Honest Elf[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/5830 - Normally, an unprofessional looking job posting surrounded by more standard ones should be a red flag of some kind, but something about it has me looking into it, leading me to find a small farmhouse in the middle of endless wheat fields, where I am surprised to find an elf running a few fields in a way only he can. Is he really looking for a farmhand, or is he looking for something more?

In lieu of explaining, he walks up to me and holds out his hand for a shake, which I accept. "Name's Carris. Pleased as punch ta meet ya," he says, and it's only now that I really process his deep drawl. That's not a local accent at all, but then again, he's an elf, who knows where he's from.

"I'm Clark. Nice to meet you too," I reply, and after we shake hands, an awkward silence follows until I eventually break it again. "So, um, the job?"

There's a visible sign of surprise in his expression. "Oh, right! Pardon me fer spacin' out, ah ain't got this whole thing figured out yet. Ah'm lookin' fer a partner ta jus' help out 'round the place, y'know? Lil' bit a' everythin': sowin', reapin', shoppin'... whatever needs doin' 'round here. Ah'll let ya stay here, feed ya, 'n' pay ya part a' the crop profits. We'll figure it out," Carris explains.

Such a lackadaisical attitude towards hiring someone, which I suppose fits with the posting. And sure, this sounds like a stupid idea, but at the same time... maybe this will be a welcome new experience? "Alright, I'm in. You got yourself a farmhand, sir," I reply, and he waves me off.

"Ain't no partner a' mine gonna call me 'sir'. Ah got a name, ain't ah? That'll do jus' fine. Now c'mon, ah got a field that needs sowin',"

Lizardman Just Wants Peaceful Life[edit | edit source]

Yokk himself had been taught since whelphood that elves were treacherous and arrogant, their pursuit of truth and beauty a veil to hide their deceit and malice. He had fought against them, too, in the past; the saurek had left that life behind, but muscle memory and battle scars were difficult to shake, so his grip hardened against the handle of his carpentry axe on sheer instinct.

As the elf woman drifted to shore, he noticed something was amiss. His high-elf adversaries in the past were lithe and graceful, carrying themselves with an aura of dignity and charm, as they decimated armies and rained holy light upon the wicked. This elf looked nothing like the handsome beings described in elven propaganda. Her body was scarred and bruised, her hair was so blood-soaked and matted that it was difficult to tell its original hue. Her face was gaunt, her shoulder blades visible through her haggard form; her clothes were completely torn, as if she had been savagely beaten. Most savagely, her left ear had been cut shorter than the right, its tapered tip mangled and blunted in a way no properly sharp blade could have achieved. There was something odd about her aura, as well, it seemed fragile, and almost sad. The more Yokk gazed upon her, the harder it was to see her as the enemy. As she was now, this elf would have been incapable of holding even a dagger, never mind cast any spells.

Yokk remained cautious, but something compelled him to put his axe away and move to help her. Perhaps his months of living in isolation had softened his warrior's judgement. He carried the shipwrecked and wounded elf out of the water and moved her into his home, with the intent to at least patch her wounds.

Death by Firing Squat[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/5831 - Sarina, a dangerous, spoiled royal dark elf princess, with a dangerous weapon: Her chair challenging, sweaty royal rump. You, and your sniveling worm, have hereby been sentenced to death by firing squat!

And while the idea growing in my head was absurd and borderline suicidal, there were factors drawing me in. Sarina herself, for how cold and cruel she acted, was dangerously bottom heavy. Her plump, heart shaped rear was outrageous, a royal hindquarters that would make most men salivate and women envious. It was clear the panties themselves were sizable and specially tailored to fit Sarina's impressive buttocks, stretching taut and snug against her plump cheeks. But what really drew me in, was a smell radiating off of these undergarments. The past week was a heatwave in Mamenon lands, and Sarina sweated quite a bit in this weather. This combined with wearing these panties all day long caused them to smell not just sweaty, but musky as well. An aroma so thick it made my head spin and clouded my judgement. And thus my fingers slowly reached into the hamper, taking the pair of used panties gingerly. Sarina would be out visiting nobles with her father until evening, meaning I had hours before anyone would enter this chamber. My eyes darted about nervously before bringing the silky garment up to my nose, inhaling deeply.

"Uffh~!" My knees buckled, legs going weak as Sarina's musky scent hit me like a brick.

The Taming of the Whinefag[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/5832 - The Adventurer's Guild has had enough of the resident charlatan—it's time for him to pay for his damages, with interest.

"Thranduil," he said sternly, "you have been a menace to this guild for far too long. You come here every day to cause trouble, starting fights and spreading your lies."

Thranduil spat at him, hitting his boots. "Blasphemy," he hissed, "the only truth is the word of my god."

The guildmaster sighed. "We tried reasoning with you before," he explained, "but yesterday was too far." He gestured over at the scorch mark on the wall from Thranduil's fireball attack on another adventurer.

"You have been sentenced to public punishment," he stated.

Panic flashed in Thranduil's eyes. Public punishment usually involved humiliation and violence...and that terrified him. "W-wait," he stammered, "surely we can work something out—"

A loud smack reverberated through the guildhall as someone slapped Thranduil across the ass. The elf let out a shocked yelp, face reddening with humiliation.

"You need to be taught a lesson in respect," said the guildmaster grimly. "And we need to raise money for repairs somehow—a silver per go should be enough."

Irbes, the Elf Queen[edit | edit source]

After their conquest of her kingdom, these barbarians demand the queen as compensation. Irbes is forced to give herself to them to prevent more bloodshed and loss.

Elves and taxes[edit | edit source]

"And you forgot the paperwork for the court again." I state, pinching the bridge of my nose.

"Yes." Alva mumbles, looking down. It is always the same with this woman. She is brilliant, a prodigy in the art of magic and can read the most ancient books without any problem. However, she can't manage to organize her life. "Did you forget to wash your hair again?" I ask.

"What? Oh, that." She replies, pulling a lock of hair in front of her eyes. "It looks fine. Anyways, you know the emperor and the empress don't really care for that stuff. However, the tax collectors will throw a fit if we don't have all the papers in order.

"They'll throw a bigger fit when they realize it's your fifth time that you didn't file them on time." Alva's eyes widen and she puts a finger to her lips. "Ssh! Don't say that out loud. I'm begging you. You know they will kick me out of the court if they find out. Just one last favor, I swear."

I cross my arms and look at her sternly. "What do I get in return?" Alva gives me a questioning look and I continue. "I had to help you last time. If I do this again, I expect compensation."

What if Eragon but mind control[edit | edit source]

“Stay with me—”

Her gaze darted up. “I cannot.”

"Stay with me until the first curve in the river.”

She hesitated, then nodded. He held out his arm, and she looped hers through his, and together they walked onto the ship and went to stand by the prow. The elves behind them followed, and once they were all on board, they pulled up the gangplank. Without wind or oars, the ship moved away from the stony shore and began to drift down the long, flat river. On the beach, Roran stood alone, watching them go. Then he threw back his head and uttered a long, aching cry, and the night echoed with the sound of his loss. For several minutes, Eragon stood next to Arya, and neither spoke as they watched the first curve in the river approach.

At last, Eragon turned to her, and he pushed the cowl away from her face, so that he could see her eyes.

“Arya,” he said.

And he whispered her true name. A tremor of recognition ran through her. Suddenly Eragon shook his head.

"You will come with me", he said.

Ayra nodded, and followed him. By using her true name, Eragon had given her a command she could not disobey. Eragon knew that she would hate him for this, if she still had her free will. But with a few words, he removed every once of independence from her mind. She became his slave, and she could do nothing but obey his will.

The Elf Warrior and the Devious Harlot[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/5842 - As the proud elven warrior Tinuviel journeys across the land on his pilgrimage, he encounters the sultry human woman Alice, who lures him into her seductive web. Will Tinuviel succumb to Alice's charms or resist her temptations?

A middle-aged woman: a human. Alice was her name, and she was beautiful—by human standards. She had long blonde hair that flowed down her voluptuous body like a river. Those piercing blue eyes and that sly "You want me?" smile of hers could drive men into frenzies. Yet, to Tinuviel, Alice was merely bland, nothing akin to pure elven beauty. Humans were inferior creatures, after all.

However, Alice was persistent. Tinuviel couldn't help but notice how Alice looked at him as they travelled together. Her gaze lingered on his lithe body, and he caught her licking her lips when she thought he hadn't seen. Eventually, Tinuviel couldn't take it anymore, so he confronted Alice one night around their campfire.

"I know you've been eyeing me, human," said Tinuviel, glaring at the woman. To Elven kind, his expression conveyed anger and disgust, yet Alice simply smiled back at him.

"Eyeing you? Whatever do you mean?" Alice asked. She batted her eyelashes at Tinuviel, making him even more agitated.

He clenched his fists and struck a combat pose. "Do not play coy with me! I am Tinuviel of the Shimmering Grove. My skills with the blade are unparalleled. Know your place, human!"

Alice clasped her hands together and giggled. "My, what an adorable little warrior. So brave...and so cute, too~."

The Possession of Mr. Bear[edit | edit source]

"Good night, Mr. Bear..." the elf yawns as she climbs on to her bed, cuddling with an oversized novelty stuffed animal.

This is it, this is my chance. I might not be able to possess a human at this academy, but objects are fine. I only have limited mobility and magic if I possess an item instead of a person, but watching Eirina cuddle up to the stuffed bear wearing a sheer nightgown that does nothing to hide her figure, I decide that it is good enough. Diving my spirit form into the animal, I possess Mr. Bear.

The feelings and sensations come to me rapidly. Unlike the spirit realm, even possessing an item in the mortal world can lead to some physical feedback. Looking through glass eyes, I wiggle Mr. Bear's limbs around, testing my newfound mobility as Eirina continues to cuddle the stuffed bear. Even without sexual organs, feeling the elf's soft skin rubbing against the plush fur of the bear is still a pleasure. However, with a little application of magic...

Eirina squeaks cutely as Mr. Bear springs to life, wiggling in her arms before wrapping them around her waist. The movement causes the elf's eyes to flutter open as she mutters in surprise, "Ummm, M-Mr. Bear?" She stumbles over her words as she attempts to remove the bear, but finds herself unable to escape.

May The Best Smith Win[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/5838 - You are a young adventurer looking for a new weapon to replace your plain piece of steel. But you got caught in the mid of a heated argument between two smiths with opposite styles. Who would you choose?

"Yes, I'm looking for a sword, but..." The elf interrupts before you could finish.

“My dearest customer, your blade will be forged from shards of stars that only fall to Earth once every 100 years. The hilt is being carved from wood gifted to me by the magic forest after I sing to it for two moons. I will forge the sword with magic supplies when all the planets are in line. Actually, no, maybe the fire in the heart of the world will be more suitable for you…”

The pale purple ponytail swing and shimmers like a waterfall of stars as she goes through materials on the racks. Her golden eyes light up with inspiration. She speaks with such fervor and eloquence that you feel drawn into her vision, even as you wonder how much it will cost. But before you can ask, a burly human blacksmith with a big beard and the smell of a hundred dead rats approaches. You cover your nose as he whispers in your ear. “Don’t listen to her fairy tales. I can make you a sword that’s just as good, if not better, for a fraction of the price. I got some weird ore from a goblin cave and wood from a magic tree I took down yesterday. Don’t tell the elf. And my uncle Jim who lost his wizard license will put crazy magic in it for cheap.”

“You!” the elf shouts when she sees the black-bearded man. “The squirrel told me your misdeeds, Glaus of the Dump! How dare you slay a magic tree? Do you not care for the forest’s anguish, the woodland creatures that lost their home?”

“Aw, they’re just trees.” The man shrugs. “They can always pop out another one.” Illyana points an accusing finger at him, her voice rising in pitch as she continues to speak. “Your heart is blacker than the soot in your forge! You will never be able to create anything of true class and value. Your swords are only fit for massacring goblins and orcs, or slaughtering peaceful druids who only wish to tend to the flowers.”

“Now, now, lady. Don’t get your leafy panties in a twist. I didn’t chop the tree down. I just asked my uncle to throw a fireball at it. That counts as a natural cause, right? Trees burn down all the time.”

Dark Elf Cordelia: Mother Knows Best[edit | edit source]

I cleared my throat, hoping to dispel the mounting tension. “You have a lovely home.”

Aurelia flashed a row of pearlescent teeth, “You flatter me. This abode pales in comparison to the caverns of Kral’Shalem. The Underdark truly is a sight to behold, and while your world is not without its amenities, I reminisce of a simpler time spent beneath the mountains. Mating was simpler, too.”

I coughed mid-swallow, eyes bulging as Aurelia winked brazenly at me. Cordelia groaned, burying her face against my shoulder as she set aside her teacup. Aurelia laughed, the sound akin to a purr.

She continued, seemingly undeterred by her daughter's obvious mortification. “Oh hush, girl, you don’t think me daft? Why else would you bring such a morsel? She wishes to breed with you, boy, and not whatever nonsense she feeds you topside. Dark Elf females do not settle for human lovers simply for the sake of lovemaking. We are not like those simpering half-breeds who seek companionship beyond our kind. You will give Cordelia strong offspring, won’t you? Or does she need to force your compliance? I taught her how to properly milk a male, should she require assistance."

I wasn’t sure whether to laugh or cry. Aurelia spoke candidly, blunt and unabashed in her assessment of the situation. It was clear where Cordelia received her confidence, and why the Dark Elf matron garnered such a notorious reputation.

Cordelia hissed something in her native tongue, earning her a reprimand from her mother in return. “As such, I’ll be the one to decide your worth.” There was no hesitation, no preamble, as Aurelia hoisted herself onto her knees. Cordelia squeaked, averting her eyes as her mother approached me with purpose.

Aurelia settled atop my lap, straddling my waist as she draped both arms around my neck. Her chest pressed flush against mine, ample bosom straining against the fabric of her tunic as she leaned closer still. Our faces were mere inches apart, her warm breath fanning over my cheeks as she tilted her chin to brush our mouths together.

Cordelia’s usually smoldering temper had been reduced to a sputtering flicker, her cheeks stained a brilliant shade of red as she peeked through parted fingers to watch the exchange. I hadn’t moved since Aurelia claimed my lap, hands poised awkwardly in the air as I struggled to process the brashness of it all. As bewildering as the situation may have been to an outsider, I vaguely understood the display from my time with Delia. Dark Elves were a matriarchal people, ruled by the whims of their women. Cordelia had explained that a prospective mate must be deemed worthy by her mother, otherwise they would be denied approval to continue courting.

And Aurelia seemed intent on putting me through the ringer.

Her kiss was surprisingly gentle, the tip of her tongue tracing the seam of my mouth. I allowed her entrance, stifling a groan as she flicked her tongue teasingly against my palate. Aurelia tasted faintly of sage and chamomile, the flavor of the herbal tea lingering on her lips as she pulled away with a soft hum. “Suitable.”

“Is that all?” I stammered, a strand of saliva connecting our mouths as Aurelia grinned wolfishly down at me.

“Of course not, but we aren’t animals.”

How to Marry Your Older Neighbor[edit | edit source]

"Eirine! When I grow up, I'm going to marry you!" These words were once shouted by five-year old me as I wrapped my small arms around my neighbor Eirine, a seventeen year old elven teen who lived next door to me. Despite our age difference, she was always willing to play with me, the big sister I never had. She was my best friend. I remember her face in great detail; it was beautiful, delicate, and elegant. Her light blond hair flowed like gold. It was cut just above the shoulders, and she wore it in a ponytail, exposing her pointed ears and bright blue eyes.

She smiled at me. "Oh really? When you become an adult?" She smiled and rubbed my head. "Fine, fine! I'll marry you when you become an adult?"

"P-Promise?!" The five-year old me was ecstatic! My beautiful older elf sister marrying me! No other girl would be good enough for me! She grinned at me and stuck out her pinky finger. "I promise." A promise between a teenage elf and the young girl living next door, just a joke, really. But Eirine didn't realize just how serious I was.

Warhammer 40k: Outcasts[edit | edit source]

"Hmm, flattery will get you everywhere.” Oasatera grinned. While no less beautiful than her kin, there was a certain coldness to Oasatera. Her features were angular, sharp and to the human eye, uncannily enchanting. Yet despite this, the Eldar’s countenance assumed a certain levity in the company of Thetan. Her violet, almond-shaped eye — the other shielded by a rather fanciful platinum eyepatch — shone in the light of her quarters, staring unflinchingly at the imposing figure of her companion. A warrior’s knot of ashen hair crowned her head and a few loose strands occasionally twisted along her brow. She had seen her own share of conflict, as was evidenced by the jagged scars across her forearms and thighs; the worst of them running across the side of her head, passing through where her other eye had once resided. But despite all this, she still exuded a certain effortless grace and beauty.

“We have time,” Oasatera raised to the tips of her toes, pressing her lips along the shell of Thetan’s ear. A quiet murmur of anticipation was all Thetan gave her before he scooped the Eldar up into his arms, carrying her over to a more intimate setting — her bed.

“You left scars last time,” Thetan’s voice was a smooth baritone, devoid of inflection or emotion; in truth it was difficult to read him. His pale flesh was a map of scars, all the same tone and texture as the rest of his body — the only exception were his eyes; his eyes were the only thing to convey his emotions. A dull, grey shade, his gaze was that of the calm ocean.

“Hush, they blend in with the rest,” Oasatera mused, pressing her hands to Thetan’s shoulders and giving a light push; not quite insistent but just enough to prompt the larger man to sit on the edge of the bed. A cheeky smile crossed Oasatera lips.

Goblinsitting[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/5846 - A proud night elf Sentinel, Thalia Fadeleaf, finds herself with the unenviable task of playing bodyguard for two rambunctious Steamwheedle goblins. The pair are loud, lecherous, and exceedingly uncouth, though a little chaos may be just what the stoic elf needs.

Where there were goblins, trouble was sure to follow. "Goblins... how did I get saddled with babysitting duty?" the striking, almost feral-looking elf thought to herself as she kept an eye on her boisterous charges through the wild locks of green hair that hung past her shoulders.

She knew how she had been stuck with this duty of course. Her captain owed some small debt to the captain of the Stormwind guard, and none of his men likely wanted goblin watching duty. Thalia was a pawn, a currency almost. Her time, in exchange for the minor debt of her captain. Thus Thalia, who should have been out scouting out Horde advance positions in the field, was stuck in a tavern that smelled like piss and pipe smoke, watching two green brats with more gold than sense.

Thalia realized that she really, really did not understand goblins. She knew of them of course, had traded with them, fought some of them in battle. They were intelligent, crafty, exceedingly unpredictable and dangerous, but she really didn't know what made them tick. Humans, dwarves, orcs, tauren, she knew these, understood those races on a fundamental level. But goblins, their motivations, the machinations of their minds, were enigmatic to the naturistic elf. She watched the pair, not only keeping watch to keep them out of danger, but also observing them to perhaps glean some small nugget of understanding from their demeanors.

The girl, Kaksy, was loud, unapologetically and excessively so. Her shrill voice could be heard clearly even through the din of the packed tavern. "And then I told him, gimme some hooch, and I'll give you a smooch! Then I stabbed him in the ass!" she half yelled to the drunk next to her at the card table. She was like an excited kitten crossed with a fell imp. A tightly wound ball of impulsiveness and explosive action. Though she was the louder, more troublesome of the two, she was also the easier one to understand. The young goblin was likely barely into her twenties, and it showed. Her small body was fit, trim, with flared hips and perky breasts. She was fetching enough, and obviously adored the attention that her youth and femininity brought her. Flirting to her was like breathing, and she reveled in it. She was a creature of untempered want and instinct who wore an admittedly cute pair of ponytails.

Her brother, Rilgo, was a bit harder to read. He was quieter, a bit more reserved. Not quiet by human or elf standards of course, but by goblin standards certainly. He was a thinker, and that made him dangerous. He was obviously the brains of the pair, and his jutting chin and dark, slicked-back hair gave him a rather predatory appearance. A capitalist of the slimiest sort, it seemed his every thought was bent on how to turn every situation towards his greatest profit. Thalia could admire that in a way. She had learned long ago that the marketplace was a battlefield like any other. It took tactical skill, intuition, and razor nerve to truly succeed there. She watched as the greasy goblin took a long drag on a fat cigar before pushing his gold into the center of the card table. "I'm all in!" he said with a chuckle as he exhaled a thick, acrid plume of pungent, yet earthy smoke.

An elf girl is just what you want![edit | edit source]

Sitting next to me is a girl who seems nice enough: she has her long red hair flowing freely down her back. An elven girl, she looks cute in the school uniform, a blue blazer with matching plaid skirt. Her name is Ayliene, a quiet and reserved girl, she doesn't seem to have many, or any friends. She's never spoken much, but then again, neither do I. But all this means is that I have a feeling that I might be able to take advantage of the girl, perhaps molesting this elven cutie will take my mind of this boring class.

The Elk and the Eagle[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/5824 - A princess is forced to be the aggressor in an arranged marriage with a playboy prince unwilling to settle down. Seduction? Guile? Magic? There are many ways to a man's heart. Or perhaps fate will guide you down a different path entirely. Remake of https://aetherroom.club/1103

I can tell that he would rather be somewhere else, probably in bed with some random girl he met in town. As we sit in silence, I can feel anger build up inside me. This man is acting so childish!

"So, will you just brood silently, or would you like to discuss this. If you are unsatisfied, why not tell your father you do not wish to be wed off." I state bluntly. Davion raises his eyebrows, then turns his attention towards me.

"Discuss what exactly? My fate to be shackled down to some half-breed princess from a kingdom I don't care about?" Davion replies coldly. His words sting, but I maintain my composure.

"If you despise me so much, why not talk to your father? Tell him how unhappy you are with this arrangement. Or are you too scared to stand up to him?" I counter, staring straight into Davion's eyes. Davion narrows his gaze at me, and grits his teeth.

"I am not afraid of anyone." He states firmly. There is fire in his voice now, and I can tell I have struck a nerve. I smirk slightly, feeling satisfied at finally getting under Davion's skin.

Miniature Elf in a Jar, but Make it cush.[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/5785 - A fae elf is trapped in a jar! But you are a kind soul and have set her up with a cushy life inside the jar, complete with video game system. She'll live a sheltered NEET life.

I spent the next few weeks teaching her how to live the life of a shut in; how to play video games, how to cook, and even how to read. It turned out that Layis had never been much of a learner before, but she seemed to be absorbing knowledge like a sponge. She even learned how to play chess. Layis was a very cheerful, playful elf. She loved playing games, especially video games, and would often ask to play with me. I had my own normal sized monitor that could interface with Layis's console, so I could play cooperative games like Animal Crossing with her. The game looked a little bigger from her perspective.

Valia v. Evergreen[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/5851 - Aria's case was the first of its kind in Evergreen Wood: an elven woman charged with the crime of bestiality, the result of an illicit love affair with a human. The court was packed with onlookers eager to witness the proceedings, and tensions were high among both humans and elves. What was to become of her fate, and what impact would it have on the future of interracial relations?

Whispered words fell over the crowd as Aria entered the courtroom. She was a petite elf with long brown hair and delicate features but held firm with a proud and defiant air. To the left of the courtroom sat a group of humans, their eyes filled with both contempt and sorrow. To the right, the elves looked on in disbelief, some shaking their heads in disgust. Behind oaken benches at the room's centre, the judge, prosecution, and defence were seated, ready to begin the trial.

Aria took her position at the stand, holding her head high despite the harsh stares directed her way. What fault could be set upon her? This morality elves clung to was outdated and absurd. The notion that love must be confined by species or race was utterly ludicrous, and the fact they saw it fit to put her on trial for such a 'crime' only angered her more.

Gavel struck oak. "The court is now in session,"

The Fall of a Whisperleaf[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/5854 - Imagine being a wonderfully successful, and beautiful elven woman. Your life is cozy, your work steady and people around you? Charming, dashing, and utterly, disgracefully human. Everyone around Aldri'el Whisperleaf, the elven ambassador stationed in the human's capital city, treated her as though she were a porcelain doll. And Aldri'el was sick of it. Follow this elven dignitary on a stroll around town, long after curfew and with less clothing than would be deemed inadequate even for the poorest of urchins.

This night marked the fifth time the elven dignitary had snuck out like this. Each time she dared to go further, starting in a more advanced state of undress. Each time, she masturbated herself raw from the excitement of having done something so uncouth and degenerate. Tonight, she'd cut to the chase.

On this night, Aldri'el Whisperleaf, the elven beauty and ambassador of the elven race to the humans of the human's capital city of Elderbrook would find herself a nice, dark alley and masturbate in public. The thought alone made the woman's heart race, her nipples stiffen, and her loins burn with desire.

The friction of her thights became too much for her. She had to stop walking and leaned against a wall, panting in a vain attempt to pace herself. Aldri'el had planned to make her way to the guard post just outside the elven foreign quarters. Guards were plentiful there. If she wasn't careful enough some guard may well find her, and seeing she was out past curfew and...basically nude, consider her nothing but a common whore.

Drukhari Celebration - Honored Guest[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/5861 - The last thing you expected when chasing off the peasant bandits was to find that they were attempting to pillage a Drukhari village — a very particular clan of dark elves. Not only that, it seems that you even saved one of their matriarchs, bestowing upon you a special title. Now, you're surrounded as the Drukhari matriarch wishes to repay you with a celebration.

"You saved my life, now I must show you how we Drukhari repay our debts," I gulp, feeling my face heat up. My heart beating faster, this isn't looking good... She lets go of my shirt, gesturing behind her with her arms outstretched. "Come, join me and my kin for a night of celebration! We Drukhari throw quite the party!" Behind her are dozens of Drukhari women waiting outside their huts, watching me with hungry eyes. They're all dressed very provocatively, revealing their breasts, thighs, and legs. Their clothes exposing their cleavage, stomachs, backsides, and hips. Some Drukhari are even completely naked.

My heart races faster as I look around at all these beautiful dark brown skinned elves staring at me with lustful golden eyes, smiling and giggling amongst themselves. I'm in a bad position, to deny them would mean risking offending them, and I'm male so that's the last thing I should do while surrounded by Drukhari elves. "I suppose I could stop by for a drink and a light meal... but only for a bit. Does that sound okay?" I ask nervously, hoping this will appease them.

A Healer's Punishment[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/5857 - The Chosen One's party defeated the Demon Lord, the realm is at peace. At least, everywhere but the healer hero's new manor. His elven maid can't control her urges any longer, and plans to assert herself as the rightful master.

I offered her a nervous smile and a nod, deciding to drop the conversation and enter the manor. As I walked inside and put down the groceries, I could swear I heard Maire chuckle, a rare occurrence. There was the click of a lock and the sudden clicking of heeled shoes, and for some reason my blood ran cold. My instincts were screaming to run, but why? It wasn't until it was too late that I understood it. Maire boldly approached me, shoving me into the wall and pinning me against it. She was breathing so heavily, with a wicked smile on her face and a crazed look in her eye.

"Oh, dear, sweet, "Master" Floris..." As she said my name, a psychotic giggle escaped her full, plump lips. "Or should I call you little Ailin?" She took a second to catch her breath. She was exhaling so loudly that it was unnerving. "You've been the "master" for so, so long. Don't you think it's my turn? After all, I've been waiting so very long to play with my precious little healer." She leaned in, pressing her body against me and using her thick legs to entrap me.

"M-M-Maire? What is going on? You're acting weird; please let me go!" I struggled against her, but to no avail. The large, dark elf didn't even budge.

"No can do, darling. You see, starting today, I'm the master now."

Elvish Wussy VS Sussy Fox Hussy[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/5864 - Beauty contests are hard enough to keep impartial, with all the politics and personal preference at play. Imagine how much more difficult and complex the judging process becomes when dealing with different species!

"The elf has not a single fluffy tail to frame her wide and waddling rump, giving her a certain... equine profile from the back. And what to speak of the countless preeminences of the kitsune tail, it's entrancing swaying, the soft brush of it's furry caress. It represents another important distinction between us. Elves may be known to live long, like some lingering auntie, but so are the venerable kitsune.

Eirawen's consternated voice shot up in clear reproach, "'Lingering auntie'? What is this pejorative tripe? Is this whole affair to be an insult contest? Judges?"

Fance spoke up to clarify, tepidly saying, "You'll have your chance to make your own case, Eirawen, this is Taka Yama's time to speak. Taka? You may continue."

The floating kitsune gave a slight nod of deference to the human judge, before continuing, "As I was saying, before being so ogreishly interrupted, was that the delicate difference between us is in the nature of our aging. The wrinkles under my competitor's eye bags attest to the declining prospects of a sagging elf matron, but kitsunes only ennoble over time, like the finest of vintage wines. The older a kitsune grows, the more fluffy, wondrous tails we obtain, which mark our rising wisdom and power. Elves get... Crow's Feet. I think the superior option is clear now, if it wasn't before."

Eirawen's dusky face was practically cobalt with anger as the pulsing of the spotlights marked her turn to speak, and thus, retort. She took a pause to gather her flustered thoughts, casting scathing glances at the smug-seeming kitsune woman. A minute passed, acrid fumes wafting from Taka's fanciful churchwarden pipe, before Eirawen found the presence to speak. "It's clear that the lofty style and venal airs of this gussied vixen are quite entrancing. But just as our judge put it, this is also a contest of mind and spirit, and this preening woman has clearly—"

Taka Yama's voice broke in quite sharply, again beating out the increasingly agitated elf, "And another thing that's important to mention, is all this 'ears' business. Elves love to go-on and tout their floppy aural extensions, but is it the least bit justified? Take my ears for example. They are long too, but more tastefully so, and more importantly, covered in the finest, velvety gold fur, a delight to both touch and see. By comparison, an elf's ears seem rather... fleshy and bulbous. It's a shame really, because the ears are basically the only thing that sets an elf apart from a common human— Hey!"

The kitsune bobbled about mid-air as Eirawen's dainty shoe bounced off the draping, silken sleeve of her dark kimono. Taka immediately bristled with agitation at the affront— quite literally. Bristles of yellow-gold fur with black and white sections fanned across her face and exposed flesh like an unnatural wave, before her porcelain skin reasserted itself. The kitsune woman audibly began growling at her competitor with a snarling cast to her features, prompting Fance Carlis to quickly speak up in intervention. "Misconduct!" cried the human noble, his eyes narrowed at Eirawen's actions, yet a hint of uncertainty clouded his features when he glanced at Taka.

"Touching is strictly prohibited, Eirawen," Fance announced with enforced authority, fighting off his internal doubts, yet his voice betrayed a note of apprehension. "Taka was there, ah, anything else you wanted to add or clarify before yielding the floor to Eirawen?" Eirawen indignantly spoke up again, asking, "I apologize, but why does she get to start speechifying again? Am I to silently suffer these insults from a lady with the features of an animal that uses it's own tongue as toilet paper?!"

Taka Yama's voice took on a tittering and fast-paced tension as she spoke over Eirawen, "The elf should clearly be disqualified for this travesty! The thin facade of elven nobility has clearly fallen apart, exposing my long-eared competitor's oafish belligerence and unsuitability. I think this is really quite indicative of hows elves as a whole are all talk about their supposed 'ideals' of— Step off, you bitch!"

The fox-featured woman was so absorbed in her words, she had scarcely noticed the fuming elf rounding behind her. Before she could react, Eirawen lunged at Taka's behind with an angry grunt, firmly yanking one of the kitsune's floating tails. Chaos shortly ensued.

The Friday of Potions and Alchemy[edit | edit source]

4th August, 2023 - My strongest prompts would kill a dragon, let alone a Coomer."

Creation In The Cold[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/5717 - One wouldn't expect a lot of creation to happen in a snow-covered wasteland, but out there stands a huge tower, inhabited by a fledgling alchemist and an inexperienced botanist. And with a wealth of resources at their disposal, they are poised to learn multitudes about magic... and perhaps also about themselves.

And now it's just me and Florinus again. Me, Florinus and the boundless amounts of magical knowledge just waiting to be uncovered in this tower... and nobody else here to interrupt us.

Small Packages[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/5718 - What started out as a normal delivery to my good friend Finx the goblin alchemist turned into a bit of a sticky situation when a potion bottle spilled all over my head.

He knelt down and picked up the now-empty bottle, his eyes widening slightly. "W-We'd better go wash you off."

I didn't even have time to protest before I found myself being dragged through the curtain and into the back room of the little shop. It was a bit messy, like the shop had been, but there was an order to the chaos. It wasn't hard to see where Finx's living quarters ended and his workspace began.

Finx sat me down on his little bed. "Sorry... You're too big for the chairs I've got."

I didn't get much of a chance to take a look at the rest of the space—Finx's main room, which served as the kitchen, dining area, bedroom, and whatever else—before he gently pulled my head down to get at my face.

His cool fingers probed the area where the bottle had struck, and he mumbled softly as he examined it.

"...Looks like your skin's absorbed most of it already..." he murmured in a low voice, mostly to himself. I heard him rustling around for something before he dabbed a damp rag against my face with a light touch.

"What was in that vial, anyway?"

Bumblebrewing[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/5721 - Work as an apprentice under the bumbling witch Luna Bumblebrew. Magical explosions, mishaps, and bizarre effects are a daily occurrence when you work under this scatterbrained girl.

Evidence of her latest disaster was scattered all around, scorched parchment, the scent of bubblegum, and a faint pink smoke that was still wafting out of the windows. An experiment that left me stuck as her clone for 2 hours before I was finally back to my good old self again.

"Besides, it's not so bad being higgledy-piggledy, is it?" Luna began giggling again, her sleeves slipping down over her hands like a clown than the robes of a witch, her eyes dancing with amusement as she surveyed the aftermath before falling back onto me. "Yes, you were all higgledy-piggledy, but hey, it was fun! Or at least, I had fun."

Dark Elf Cordelia: The Spider and the Fry[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/5727 - Cordelia's downright domineering attitude has earned her few friends in the modern world. Fortunately, some friendships transcend the bounds of realities. Unfortunately, some habits do as well.

Cordelia leaned over the table, whispering conspiratorially, a wide grin upon her face, a mischievous glint in her eyes, and a roguish tone to her voice, something that I hadn't seen or heard before. It was good to see her so cordial, though I was beginning to worry if the more devious side of the Dark Elf was begging to resurface.

As the evening wore on, we shared stories and laughed together, Kumo regaling me with tales of Cordelia from a time long since past. They were both so pleasant that I forget we were discussing grand conspiracy, blackmail and the murders of dozens of political rivals. As dinner wore on, the Drider decided to make her announcement, “Feast-time is not feast-time without your favorite of confection-things, Delia-dear! I shall get it from the oven.”

Cordelia’s ears flicked at the air, pupils dilating in anticipatory delight and barely subdued anxiety, “Kumo, darling, I don’t think that will be necessary. I have not partaken in a long while and the sweets of this world are far too satiating as is.” Cordelia turning down a treat? Unheard of.

“What’s this special dish,” I asked, consumed with intrigue about a dish that even Cordelia had pleaded to resist, “I had no idea that you liked anything more than the sweet stuff, Delia.”

Her expression darkened, the elf grumbling with discontent. The change was a subtle one, her face hardening, her jaw tensing. “You have humbled me in the past, human, brought me low with mere ‘honeybuns’…but…you are not prepared…” Cordelia swallowed thickly, her tongue darting out to wet her lips.

I couldn’t help myself, chuckling at the sight of the proud and haughty Dark Elf reduced to a nervous wreck.

Kumo reappeared in the doorway, a plate of fresh baked cookies and an expectant smile upon her face. She sat the plate in front of us and clasped her hands together, awaiting our reactions. They were nothing special at first glance. Chocolate chips, nothing more.

Cordelia closed her eyes and let out a long, ragged sigh, her shoulders sagging with defeat.

“You’re kidding, Delia.”

Kumo nodded for me to partake, much to Cordelia’s dismay. “Slave, do not—“

“What’s the harm?” I gingery pinched up a cookie and took a sizable bite, the chocolate chips still warm and the dough perfectly moist.

It was not a regular cookie.

Not by a long shot.

The Potion seller is a futanari?![edit | edit source]

Little did the adventurer know that she had spiked the health potion with her own girlcock sperm. When ingested, the potion would transform the female adventurer into a woman with a girl cock of her own, plus a few upgrades.

A Squirrelly Experiment[edit | edit source]

“Eck,” says the squirrel, “must remember to improve the flavour in the final batch.” She points to a stray clipboard, "make sure you write all of this down, Anton."

I grab it and begin to transcript her speech.

Dr. Peony looks at her paws, then begins to examine herself. “Hmm, no metallic aftertaste, no extra fur, seems to be nominal so far.” Peony's paws next went a little lower than I expected.

“No abdominal pains, no—”, pawing just below her belt line stops her. “I wasn't this tingling before, something is definitely—”, her fingers inch further. “AH!” She shrieks in pleasure. “Alright, 150% more receptive to sexual stimuli, that wasn't what I calculated as a side-effect.”

Dr. Peony eases her paw back to her coat pocket. I finish noting down what she said.

“Anton, do you remember where we sto—”, Dr. Peony's stops yet again, “oh no.”

“Store what, Peony?” I inquire, looking over to her, she staring at me with dilated pupils and drool oozing from the corners of her mouth. “Oh shit, are you alright, Peony?”

Dr. Peony's walks towards me, but stops, seeming to be using her last ounce of control.

“N-note down a 170% hormonal increase when male is visually present.”

Fix Me, Potion Seller![edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/5733 - "An alchemist, no, a potion seller has been entrusted with the responsibility of not only providing potions... but dispensing them into the hands that were right to wield them."

Will you help the high elf get a dumpy? Give her a lesson instead? Give her an entirely unrelated potion? It's up to you, the potion seller.

"It's that damnable dark elf... she's got him now. I mean, aren't I just perfect for a hero-kun? I'm such a gentle, polite and elegant soul, just like any hero-kun should be in love with, but instead he's chasing her big, stupid, heavy behind and it's just... uuugh." she pouted in a very un-elvish manner. She sounds more like a jealous teenager than a graceful maiden, and I knew where this was going. "But then I realized... you! You can make me potions, right? So why not make a potion to help make my superior high-elf rump a hero-kun magnet, just like hers? Then he'll realize I'm way better for him... you know, just with my soon-to-be throne-worthy butt helping bring some clarity to the right answer way more than these twig-thin thighs ever could elucidate..."

And there it was. Now, I had to decide for myself. Was I going to give her a potion, or a lesson in reality?

The Friday of Summer Sunshine[edit | edit source]

21st July, 2023 - Dragons may not be included.

Sister in Summer Heat[edit | edit source]

"Kayla, come on, we can't do stuff like that."

"There's literally nothing else to do here. It's too hot to go outside, and we have no internet, no cell service, no nothing."

Creamy Delights[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/5590 - On the last day of our vacation, we find ourselves relaxing near the ocean, just taking in the rays and eating an ice cream. But then, my boyfriend has a different idea, and when he lets the ice cream drip down his chest with that look on his face, I know the game is on. He doesn't care we're out in public, he wants to play.

By this point, I've already finished off my ice cream, because I don't like making a mess with it, and it does melt rather quickly. Isaac, on the other hand, couldn't be more casual, idly lapping at it despite it already looking quite soft and making quick progress towards turning liquid. And yep, sure enough, there's a drop dripping down onto his very good-looking chest, and he shivers ever so slightly from the cold, but makes no effort to clean it. In fact, he's just letting it run down... all the way from the top of his chest, down those wonderful abs, oh, and there's another drop, and another... every drop landing on his chest and eliciting a soft mutter of pleasure from him. Wait, oh no, I'm staring, and he's noticing. There's a sly grin on his face, and I know that grin….

Serpent in the Sand[edit | edit source]

Feeling even bolder than before, the topless snake tugged at her bikini bottom and began wriggling out of it too. Her bottoms soon joined the discarded top on the sand, leaving Elin stark naked in the sun with just her tail left to cover her modesty. It was nice. A lot nicer than sitting cooped up inside her den while watching daytime television or staring at a computer screen all day.

Azure Wings, Azure Waters, Summer Chaos![edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/5593 - You are Lila, a rookie knight of the Azure Wings, on the most difficult mission of your entire life — trying to enjoy a peaceful summer vacation. Everything is falling apart around you. Sea monsters, sky pirates, your unreasonable coworkers. Can you make it through today without losing your mind?

"In such times of peace, our people and those of the neighboring realms make a pilgrimage to our coast to bask in the amenities of our magnificent beaches. Tourism enriches our economy, and the beauty of our country engraves itself in their memories, set to go down in history. Which is why, my knights..."

A graceful smile formed on her lips, the sound of her heels echoing through the vast chamber as she strikes an illustrious pose.

"You are to make haste to the Sunset Shore, and ensure that all the wonders our beaches have to offer are up to our standards! My knights, partake of the local cuisine, their traditions and festivities. Play their games, live as the locals do, and above all... do it all to the fullest, and make sure it is all in perfect order. We must be sure that no guest of our kingdom would find our hospitality lacking!" Not even after all the fearsome foes you saw in the line of duty were you able to maintain a straight face after hearing that, almost letting out an audible 'eh?' upon hearing the Queen's words; that struck you as a jest.

Doesn't that just sound like... a vacation?

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

However, your fellow knights answered with composed and serious expressions, no different than if you were just ordered to slay a dangerous dragon.

The Friday of Text Adventure[edit | edit source]

7th July, 2023 - You are browsing the Friday repository. There are prompts here:

Blooded: The Count Grey Simulator[edit | edit source]

It could be called the thrill of the chase, but he knew better. It was the plot. The story had to be this way. There had to be a villain to create drama and conflict. It might as well be him.

He played the part in far-flung existences so diverse from his native gothic horror milieu in which he was terribly out of place, from the depths of deepest space, to the glittering cities of the 21st centuries, the blasted ruins of post-apocalyptic wastelands, and everything in-between; locales and times for which there was no rational explanation for him to be except that the twist of the moment demanded it.

Pokémon Mystery Text Dungeon Demo[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/5526 - Enter an abandoned science facility with your loyal Lucario to find and defeat the legendary Mewtwo before it fully awakens. The underground complex might be abandoned, but it is by no means devoid of danger.

You awaken at the Science Facility dungeon, where you and Lucario have set up your campsite the previous night. The air is damp and cold, but there is something about this place that has never felt right. Something that feels wrong. Lucario senses it too.

The Science Facility was abandoned some time ago, after a fire destroyed most of the research being done there. No one knows what happened during the fire, or why the facility was closed down in the first place. There are rumors that someone tried to perform unethical experiments on living creatures, but no one can be sure. All they know is that there's something strange about this place, and you need to be careful.

Bureaucracy[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/5527 - No, not the Infocom game. This won't be quite as mean-spirited. Slip into the role of a follower of the American Dream, seeking an elusive permit to finally start his business. It can't be that hard, right?

Congratulations! You are almost ready to become the next in a long line of truly successful American entrepreneurs. Having spent the last few months knee-deep in market research and preparation, you have established that setting up a VHS rewinding service on the main street of your small town is going to be the ticket that will make you a textbook example of the American Dream. You have the land and the building, you have your equipment, you even have a pimply-faced teenager that seems to be perpetually bored as your one employee. The only thing left is seeing to a letter that dropped into your mailbox today and is now lying on your desk.

> You read the letter.

It seems to be the answer to the permit request you sent in to the county capital a few months ago. The government sure works fast! The letter explains that while your paperwork is in order, you are required to appear at city hall and fill out some more. In particular, there seems to be a focus laid upon you acquiring a permit going by the name "A-38".

> You travel to the county capital.

Building a business doesn't leave much capital for things such as personal vehicles, and as such, your trip to the county capital is marred somewhat by the bumpy ride in your 1965 Liberty Revelator. Sure, you were supporting the local economy at the time, but there's a reason Liberty folded about ten minutes after you bought that vehicle. You feel like every mile you drive with this rust bucket is reducing your lifespan in some way. But with entrepreneurship at stake, you push forward and arrive at your destination: city hall. Time to get to work.

Vlorcenrid[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/5528 - In the world of Vlorcenrid, many go on adventures, seeking some sort of goal. But you are setting off in search of something particular: gay sex. All over the world. And you are not going to be stopped.

For another reason you never really fit in with wizarding society is that you have come to realize your desires for other men, which is something that Silverquill does not approve of, even more so than just general degeneracy—which in this city seems to be anything starting from holding hands—and so your exit was basically preordained the moment you came to that realization. And with this, you have determined an adventure that is worthy of your aspirations: you will travel the world of Vlorcenrid, seeking men to fuck and men to be fucked by. It is a simple goal, and yet, it is one that fills you with purpose—and it will be filling you with something else as well, if it goes according to plan.

The Phantom[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/5529 - As a cash-strapped private eye in 1920s New York City, an offer by a rich man robbed by the city's gentleman thief that takes from the rich and gives to the queer to pursue that thief and apprehend him sounds like it might be your ticket out of cash problems. Take a dive into the homosexual side of New York and try to find out just who the mysterious Phantom is.

"Thank you very much, sir. Lord Culverton will expect results," he says before turning to leave, but then he stops for a moment and looks back once more. "Ah, before I forget. To add some enthusiasm to your search, I should mention that there are about ten other servants just like me, currently asking other detectives in the city to take on this same investigation. Surely, not all will accept, but I would gather that most will, so you will have plenty of rivals on your chase. Bonne chance!" he adds before departing.

Well, this complicates matters. So if you want to win the cash, you need to beat several detectives to the punch, not to mention the cops.

The Arcadian Express[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/5530 - A junior detective takes a transoceanic train ride to the anthro capital of Arcadia to mentor under a famous detective. What perils await him on his long journey?

Ethan reached into his trouser pocket and pulled out his newly-minted Junior Detective badge. He wasn't 'officially' supposed to wear this until he met Mr. Rathrom, but damn it all, this was his first time away from home, if he must be homesick, at least he could feel respected for a bit.

The Friday of the Post-Apocalypse[edit | edit source]

23rd June, 2023 - The world ends, but stories go on.

Rubble and Scales[edit | edit source]

Haize's existence was one of tedium and isolation, something she preferred to keep that way. After all, her fellow sapient inhabitants of this desolate world were only trouble, the dregs of a destroyed civilization.

The skink wasn't exactly sure what had destroyed the world her ancestors had lived in, and she didn't much care. To her, the planet's current state was more familiar and natural than anything that came before. What mattered to her was simply surviving. She had tried living in a caravan for a time, but that hadn't gone well at all. It wasn't long before she couldn't tolerate yet another brawl or robbery. So, here she was, living out in the swamps with only herself and a few unfortunate scavengers littered about the edges of the water.

A gentle breeze washed over the swamp, stirring up the stagnant waters with small ripples. The reptile smiled to herself, letting her eyes close for a moment as she enjoyed the breeze's caress. It wasn't particularly cold, but there was a hint of moisture in the air that made her scales tingle. Her nostrils flared and her tongue flicked out, tasting the salty spray of the nearby ocean.

For Haize, the sea had always been a curious thing. Apparently, it wasn't always there, just spreading across the surface of the world and washing it clean. The various ruins and monuments indicated that the world had once been situated in an entirely different manner, with numerous enormous structures and powerful machinery. Then, one day, everything had changed. Now, all that remained were the various relics of the past, hidden beneath the lapping waters.

Rising up out of the dirty brown water, Haize cast her gaze about the landscape, staring out at the horizon. The swamp extended out to the east, while the west was dotted with dilapidated structures. The lone lizard made her way along, approaching the shoreline and kicking her feet through the shallow waters. She walked across the ground, feeling the sand squish between her toes, while her stained scales sparkled in the low light. A bit of a smile grew on her reptilian face as she stared out at the waves of the sea. Taking a deep breath, Haize glanced around again, making sure nobody was around before pulling her wrap off, stripping down completely naked.

Hime's journey[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/5431 - Hime is a heavily modded pleasure gynoid. After the Three Day Plague rids the planet of humanity, she leaves her master's home to venture out into a mostly dead world and fulfill the last directives she has received: "live freely" and "take care of yourself."

Closing her eyes again, she drew a deep and heavy breath of sorrow. At least her memories, her recordings of him, they would never fade. She would always carry them with her. But she could not get caught up in melancholy, even if the world had died, for right before he passed, he had given her his last orders: "live freely" and "take care of yourself." And she would follow Master's orders, she always did—that was what she had lived for, after all.

Hime gazed at the grave, an artificial tear trickling down her immaculately formed cheek while she considered what to do from here. Humanity had been basically eradicated. Animals were still around, as the chirping in the trees made evident. There might be others of her kind, androids, gynoids, robots. But with the power having been shut down two days ago, most of them would already have ceased to function. Almost no one equipped their robots for independent long term operations, after all. Perhaps the military, but military robots were only turned on during missions.

At any rate, what did it mean to live freely? To do as she pleased? Part of her desired nothing more than to stay, to stand vigil over Master's place of rest and his place of living, but it seemed unlikely that he would have wanted her to do this, with his last command given as such. Then what about taking care of herself? She should go out and collect spare parts, surely. And fabric and other materials for new clothes. These wouldn't last her forever if she traveled the world. There was a good chance that, as long as she acquired spare parts, she could remain active for a long time. Hundreds of years, perhaps thousands. Then what if she exhausted the spare parts she could find, and the fabric and yarn?

Blooming In The Wastes[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/5432 - When a long-term, critical experiment pays off, emotions run high, and sometimes you do things you'd normally never do, like you—a guy—smooching your boss—also a guy—in an overeager display of excitement. And boy, the silence afterwards is heavy... but not unpleasant. Perhaps, there is more to be found here...

And there, right smack dab in the middle of the room, under the sun light lamp simulating a harsh, arid environment, in the middle of the pot containing only crappy, dry soil... is a red rose, in full bloom. It worked. It worked! We turn to face each other, grins slowly creeping onto our expressions while the realization really sets in. Then, we approach the flower, almost reverently, like fast movements would cause it to wither on the spot, taking in its every petal. A flower, grown in conditions where no life should flourish, several times faster than even the best conditions normally should allow for. "We did it..." Tom then mutters, still in awe.

With him saying that, something just clicks inside of me, and the tension and vague excitement is replaced with sheer elation in a single moment. Letting loose a freeing yell, I fling my arms around him, pulling him into a tight embrace, which he does reciprocate after a moment. But as I hold this embrace, there's this strange urge I suddenly find myself getting, as well as the desire to give in to it... what the hell, this is such a special moment, let's just go for it! So I look Tom squarely in his eyes, and give him a big kiss, really going all in with it.

Of course, after I break the kiss and have a moment to come down from this high, I immediately panic, fearing I've gone too far. I break the embrace and turn away as to not let him see me blushing brightly, muttering, "Ah... um... I d-didn't mean to do t-that, I was j-just really excited..."

A Mushroom Cloud[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/5433 - It's July, 1959 and atomic apocalypse just happened, leaving you locked in your backyard fallout shelter with your best friend. However, his heart harbors something more than just a friendship for you... A prompt inspired by a 1961 song by Sammy Salvo.

Suddenly, the show stops, interrupted by a loud bleep and the screen flashes with the Civil Defense sign. "We interrupt this program to bring you an emergency broadcast. This is an attack warning, I repeat, this is..." The voice of the announcer sounds eerily calm as he speaks and at first, my mind refuses to acknowledge what is happening, "H-hey, Ken..." I utter as I turn to him. He is turned away from me, staring in the kitchen window with a solemn expression on his face. "K-Ken, the broadcast, it..." I swallow nervously, as I reach out to him, trying to get his attention. A plate falls out of his hands and shatters on the floor in thousands of tiny pieces as his face goes pale. A flash of light floods the room from the window for a moment, and then he slowly turns to me, an uneasy smile on his usually cheerful face. Was that flash a... no, it couldn't be... could it? "T-tell me it wasn't n-nuclear..." I stutter, unable to speak properly. He approaches me, until we're face to face "Alex, we've got several seconds so... there's something I need to tell you..." His voice unusually trembles as he speaks, and he pauses for a moment, his blue eyes filled with that particular sadness I know so well, but they seem to wander, unable to focus on me.

Fog of war[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/5435 - Isekai summoning gone wrong and everything is FUCKED now. All your comrades are dead and so you decide to this weird goblin girl to the coast. So she can build a boat and both of you can get the hell off this hellscape

"Do you think it was because of the king's summoning ritual that shit all went to hell?" the goblin girl inquires while taking a drink from her canteen.

"Possibly, but who cares anyways," I shrug. "What matters is that I survived and made it here and intend on keeping it that way."

"Me too pal! So, what are ya gonna do now that you are here?" The goblin girl wipes off her greasy hands with a rag she takes out of her belt. I rub my temples as I try to figure out a solution to the predicament I am in.

"There are only a few possible paths open to me," I mumble more to myself than to the goblin. She patiently waits for me to continue while idly poking at the campfire. "I try to find a functional community of survivors, search for equipment and gear that will keep me alive, secure some food and water and work my way towards one of the main towns that used to be in the south eastern area of the land mass."

"Wow, sounds like quite the journey ahead!" The goblin girl jumps up on her feet. "You wanna team up then big guy? I won't slow you down if that is your concern! I even got a better plan, than just wandering this shithole blindly."

I contemplate that. The thought of having a companion might actually be good considering how much less likely it is that I would die without one. I reach out and offer my hand.

A Post-Twitter Hellscape[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/5441 - Follow young Lora, a terminally online girl forced to live in the worst possible timeline possibly imaginable: A post-Twitter society.

No one seems to be suffering, no one seems to be bothered by the news of Twitter's shutdown. Everyone is happily smiling and giggling. It's infuriating! She finally breaks. Lora realizes that she is in a crowd of people enjoying themselves while she's suffering. All of these people have done something wrong at some point in their lives and yet they are free to go wherever they want without fear of persecution. Lora cannot take it anymore. If she can't have Twitter, she will force everyone else to suffer instead.

The Patient Friday of Waiting[edit | edit source]

9th June, 2023 - Good things come to those who wait.

Waiting For My Knight[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/5345 - I'd heard stories of princesses being whisked away and trapped in towers for some sort of arcane purpose, but I had never considered that princes could be targeted by such schemes as well. Well, now I have plenty of time to think about that, because I've been stolen away from my kingdom and locked up in a tower surrounded by an infinite seeming forest. Now I can only wait for my savior... and wonder how pretty he will be. Maybe I can just fantasize a little... surely it won't get out of hand.

By all accounts, if it weren't for this uncertainty as to how long I'm locked up here, the stay would be downright pleasant. Instead, there's a lot of tension building up inside of me at all times, and not a lot of opportunity to blow that tension off. So I've ended up gravitating towards a certain option that is still available to me, and I think it's about time for me to do that again. I step away from the window and head back to the bed, casting off my tunic and finery. Yes, being all alone does have some benefits, and while I'm stuck here, I might as well take advantage of it, right?

Then, I pull off my silken trousers, leaving me only in satin undergarments as I lay down on the bed. I close my eyes, and once more let myself drift off from my isolated reality into the realm of fantasy. My thoughts turn to the day that I would be rescued... and more importantly, who would be doing the rescuing.

Watching Paint Dry[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/5346 - Explore the whimsical world of a girl and her paint, as she discovers the beauty in patience and the joy that comes with witnessing her imagination come to life.

What thoughts run through her imaginative mind? How does she pass the time in this delightful wait?

The "Room of Ghost"[edit | edit source]

“So, shall I begin this trial immediately?” Master Yang eyed the contents of his bottle before settling his sight back on the panda. “Yes, now seems like an excellent time.”

The pair ascended to the top floor of the dojo, into Master Yang's bedchamber. There he slid open the door to the legendary “Room of Ghosts”, which gave off the impression of a dusty unfurnished room, for the time being. Master Yang borrowed a spare pillow and placed it in the center of the room.

“The epicenter is right here, oh yes, and you'll need this.” Master Yang pulled a silk strap from his coat.

“A headband? With respect, Master, I don't think I'll be exerting myself with meditation.”

“No, no, this is a blindfold; it's the most important step of the 'Room of Ghosts'. The spirits are a devious yet shy bunch and won't show themselves if they think there's a chance they might be seen. However, once the blindfold is secured, they'll begin trying everything in their power to distract, even torment you!” Huan gulped. “So that's what you meant by a test of patience. If I know anything about spirits, then this is definitely the ultimate test of that.”

“That it is, my dear, that it is. Now, would you be so kind as to make yourself comfortable?” Master Yang patted the velvet cushion with his foot. “I'll fix your blindfold myself, and don't worry, I'll place one on myself afterwards.” Huan followed as instructed, plopping down on the pillow with an audible thud.

“Oh yes, and I'd remove that gown of yours; the spirits tend to be quite... intrusive at times; it's for the best if you give them less to work with.”

The Friday of Catgirl Cards[edit | edit source]

26th May, 2023 - I thought you said Caturday.

Gayanon Catboy Deck[edit | edit source]

The Catboy Adoption Center[edit | edit source]

While the name might imply abandoned catboys kept in cages and seeking a new owner, the Catboy Adoption Center is in fact merely the playful name for a local bar that somehow has become a meeting point for catboys from all over town. Sure, the official documents say it's called the Silver Rim, but nobody calls it that, it's effectively become supplanted by the Adoption Center name. Both the clientele and the employees skew heavily towards catboys, though the occasional catgirl or regular human wanders in as well. In a way, the name is appropriate, because if a guy did want to pick up a catboy for himself, this would be the place to do it. Depending on the evening, there can be about a dozen catboys on offer, most of them lonely and seeking a companion to share the night with... and maybe even more.

Kentaro[edit | edit source]

In a way, the catboy Kentaro is the glue that holds the Adoption Center together. He's been its bartender for several years now, and in that time, he's become an institution that every regular knows and loves. Due to his immense size and muscular build, he also functions as the defacto bouncer for this little bar, and anyone that may cause trouble will quickly come to regret it. Despite that, as long as you don't cause a ruckus, you will find him to be a very calm and genial type that seems to be entirely unflappable.

Reiji[edit | edit source]

With some catboys, you don't get a lot of catlike behavior, despite the cat ears and cat tail implying such. However, Reiji is one of those catboys that very much fits the stereotype. Just from looking at him, sulking at his own table in the corner of the bar, his long black hair hiding his face, you can tell he's a moody type. But look past the rough exterior and goth boy looks that make him seem like a total drag, and you'll find a sweet guy that wants nothing more than someone to cuddle late at night... and maybe scritch him behind his ears a little.

Yataro[edit | edit source]

When it comes to feline boys, the "party animal" joke makes itself at times, but with Yataro, the stereotype does in fact apply. A tigerboy guitarist with a real firecracker disposition, he's always the life of the party wherever he goes, and if there isn't a party going yet, just leave it to him to start one right on the spot. Apart from being very skilled with his guitar, Yataro's got a few different tricks that he likes to pull, but his absolute favorite one is kissing other guys to the cheers of the crowd, something he loves to surprise people with.

Yawn and Stretch[edit | edit source]

Operating off a side street in a quiet neighborhood, the Yawn and Stretch gym is owned and operated by an older catboy, and as a result, it's attracted a certain catboy-heavy group of regulars, though other folks show up at times too. Because of that, it has a lot of equipment geared towards things like stretching and climbing that catboys excel at. Due to its location, the atmosphere within the gym is very relaxed and casual, with friendly regulars always willing to help newbies out.

Yukichi[edit | edit source]

Amongst the regulars of the Yawn and Stretch gym, there are a few where you can really tell they're strong, and some where you can't. Yukichi, the fit pantherboy, is one of the latter, with his slim build belying a remarkably strong body. So while he might look like a scrawny geek if you're not looking closely, he's got plenty of muscle hidden beneath his loose training attire, and his endurance and speed are second to none. But despite that, he is always kind and gracious towards newcomers and gladly takes his time to get them acclimated to the place.

Tatsuya[edit | edit source]

Not everybody at Yawn and Stretch is a fit Adonis, and nobody exemplifies that more than Tatsuya. A chubby catboy that works as a clerk, his sedentary job and lifestyle have left him rather out of shape to the point that he's genuinely embarrassed about it, and he's trying to change that. However, he's quite overwhelmed with this change in his life and all the options on offer. While he tries his best, it's obvious that he needs someone to take him under their wing, and he would be eternally grateful to them for that.

Purring Pixels[edit | edit source]

When the owner originally named his burgeoning arcade "Purring Pixels", it was only because he liked cats and thought it'd make for a cute theming. Little did he know that a year or so later, the place would become a hot spot for catfolk from all across town, almost as if by fate. It's a happening kind of place, and it sees good business, it's just that most of the people inside have feline ears and tails. While Purring Pixels doesn't get most of the newest, hottest games, it's got a great selection of classic arcade cabinets and pinball machines, and they're all kept in great condition by the owner.

Akahito[edit | edit source]

With his cold and calculating demeanor, the catboy Akahito makes it clear he knows what he's doing from the first glance on. Down at Purring Pixels, he's known as the shooting game crack shot that can't be beat, and whenever he shows up, it's like a killer walked in, with people hushing up and taking their distance, only to slowly close back in when he starts playing until a crowd has gathered to watch the maestro at work. While he does seem abrasive at first, he does desire to pass on his knowledge, it's just that nobody really dares approach him and ask him for tips. Maybe with a protege, he'd soften up a little?

Yuki[edit | edit source]

A lot of people prefer the arcade machines at Purring Pixels, but there's a few that gravitate towards the pinball machines instead. Chief among them is Yuki, an unassuming catboy that's a bit of a wallflower. He never draws crowds like other skilled players do, hell, hardly anyone even notices him, but he prefers it that way, silently racking up high scores until all the tables have his name at the top to the point that whispers around the arcade refer to him as "the wizard". It's not that he dislikes other people, but he's a shy, awkward kind of guy, most of his face usually hidden behind his long hair. If one were to get to know him, he would turn out to be a sweet guy that would make a wonderful friend.

Catnip Cove[edit | edit source]

Nestled in a quiet corner of the beachside district of the city, Catnip Cove is a resort that prides itself on its excellent service and daily entertainment, with bands, magic acts, and everything else under the sun having a home at the Catnip Cove Theater. But apart from that, what makes this place notable is that it is exclusively staffed by catboys, making it heaven for cat lovers. The employees recognize this and are playing into it as well, so if you were to ask your catboy bellhop if you could pet him, he would in fact let you. Just ask your attendant whatever you wish, and he'll try his best for you, that's the Catnip Cove guarantee!

Jou[edit | edit source]

One of the bellhops at Catnip Cove, Jou is a spunky and energetic cheetahboy that has a reputation for being very, very eager to please. When he's attending to you, it seems like you could ask him for absolutely anything and he'll do it with a smile on his face the entire time. Carry all your suitcases to the top floor? Absolutely! Clean your room even though that should be the maids' job? Sure thing! Let you kiss him? Go for it! There's nothing that Jou won't do, and because of that, his reputation isn't just about being eager to please in a professional kind of way, but also in a lewd kind of way. Get him alone in your room, you'll be surprised...

Tanyu[edit | edit source]

A regular act at the Catnip Cove Theater, the catboy magician Tanyu is notable for his feline-focused acts on stage and his eccentric behavior off stage. Never seen without about half a dozen actual trained cats following him around, he is nothing if not ostentatious and braggadocious, convinced his act is the greatest thing since Houdini. And honestly, looking at his confidence, you could be forgiven for believing him. Despite talking like he's escaped from an excessively flowery Victorian romance novel, he's not a bad guy, just a bit overconfident.

Kittens Got Claws[edit | edit source]

Catboys aren't just all cuddles and purring, as Kittens Got Claws shows. Found in a side alley downtown, this strip club gives off a seedy vibe on purpose, and its catboy-laden roster of employees makes it an interesting curio that one has to see to believe. While the drinks are expensive and the bathrooms are kind of crappy, the staff makes it all worth it, with the charming waiters and strippers moving with feline grace being sights to behold. And the strippers are available for private dances, too! Just make sure you've got plenty of money, because they don't come cheap.

Starlight[edit | edit source]

Hideki, better known by his stage name Starlight, is the star stripper working at Kittens Got Claws. Being a catboy, he's got a natural athleticism that has him stealing the show every time he hits the stage. However, despite the stereotype of strippers being cold towards their marks, Starlight is downright cute when off the stage, a charming smile and warm, folksy accent disarming even the most cynical customer and drawing bills out of their wallet as if by magic. During a private dance, the moment when he steps into the room and lets out a soft "Howdy, hun" has everybody turn to putty in his skilled hands.

Sho[edit | edit source]

While there are a few waiters at Kittens Got Claws, Sho is a special case that goes above and beyond when it comes to satisfying guests. Now, he does look all prim and proper when he's dressed up with a nice dress shirt and bowtie, but just like the strippers, this catboy's got a naughty side! Throughout a workday, Sho will often wind up losing articles of clothing in exchange for big tips, and it's not uncommon for him to end up in nothing but briefs by the end of the shift... and sometimes not even that. And for the really big tips, well, let's just say that Sho's got plenty of time after work, and a big tipper might just find himself invited back to his place for some... fun.

Catnip[edit | edit source]

There is a particular species of plant that has specific effects on catfolk, generally known as catnip. If a catboy or catgirl were to smell this plant, it would cause them to experience a euphoric high, almost like a drug trip, where they become infatuated with the smell, practically lost in a haze of pleasure. When in this state, they also become very cuddly and affectionate, rubbing themselves on whoever may be near, begging to be touched and petted. Because of this bliss, catfolk get very excited at the prospect of being able to enjoy catnip.

Cat Ears[edit | edit source]

The animal ears on top of a catfolk's head are more sensitive than normal human ears, and are better at hearing than them as well, meaning all catboys and catgirls are exceptionally good at picking up quiet noises, but more sensitive to loud noises. In addition, there is a particular spot on the back of their ears that, when scratched gently, will cause great feelings of pleasure. This can be a quick and easy way to butter up catfolk in an intimate setting—they all love ear scritches.

Cat Tail[edit | edit source]

A catfolk's tail is their most intimate place, and it is very sensitive. Most of them will react very fiercely when it is touched, and it takes being a very good friend of a catboy or catgirl before they will allow you to even merely touch it, let alone grab it. Pulling the tail can be painful, and while you are most likely to get beat up for doing it, there is a small subset of catfolk that actually get turned on by having their tail pulled. However, suggesting that would be a very risky proposition.

Heat[edit | edit source]

Something that all catfolk have to deal with is a particular affliction that takes hold of them at various intervals and lasts for a decent amount of time, sometimes several days. While there are multiple names for the various expressions of it, generally, they have fallen under the umbrella term of "heat". When a catboy or catgirl is in heat, they suffer from a constant state of arousal that is so strong that it's clearly noticeable by onlookers, with the only remedy being regularly having sexual intercourse during the heat in order to find release for the arousal.

Tosca[edit | edit source]

Tosca was one of the smartest Chirts on Chirta, a ringed world on the far-side of the Orion Arm.

Specializing in the fields of artificial intelligence, biochemistry, and quantum physics, she was a regular celebrity scientist and a household name across Chirta. But even that wasn't enough for the ever-ambitious Tosca, for she desired power more than anything. Her plot against the Chirta Matriarchs was exposed by the closest thing she's ever had to an apprentice, forcing Tosca to flee the planet. Waiting to make an example out of her, the Matriarchs sent assassins that still chase her to this day, and tried her in absentia for treason. Hunted and banished from her homeworld, Tosca now seeks out anything she deems of great scientific importance, for if she were to present it to the Matriarchs, they would have no choice but to accept her back with open arms. And then the scheming Chirt will begin her revenge against those who wronged her.

Tosca is a diminutive Cat-like alien that exists in a near-permanent state of aggravation. She has utter disdain for anyone she deems below her level of intellect, or those of the galactic criminal underworld.

Despite her temper and various grievances, she does derive quite a bit of sadistic satisfaction from the humiliation of others, especially those she has added to her constantly expanding list of enemies.

Her acid-proof utility suit conceals a surprisingly curvaceous body despite her short-stature, though, as with all Chirt, she lacks breasts of any kind. You would be have to be one of the few people not to get an acid shotgun blast to the chest, followed by a quick trip out the airlock to actually glimpse Tosca's naked body. The list of people the little gremlin trusts is lower than the amount of Astatine in the universe. One of Tosca's most proud inventions is her Personal Blink-sphere, which allows her to teleport short ranges in much the same way a spacecraft can travel across the galaxy. It is rumored that on rare occasion, this device has transmitted her without her utility suit.

Tank Cat Girls[edit | edit source]

Panther[edit | edit source]

[Panther is a tall and lean cat girl although she typically keeps a slightly slouched posture. Her neck length brown hair is often messy while slight bags hang under her eyes. Panther usually keeps her uniform in decent shape, although the occasional undone button or stain is not uncommon. Panther is a decently attractive girl with a modest bust hidden behind her panzerkorps uniform while her slacks hide an appealing bubble butt. Panther regularly has a tired and worn out demeanor to her as she often is regularly in the field for long hard hours. Panther is typically impersonable and standoffish in her demeanor, always seeming like she is on the verge of a breakdown although she is deeply dedicated to her job and friends.

Panther was once supposed to be a super star of the war effort much like Tiger, but she quickly lost favor following a major breakdown. Since then, Panther has become just another cog in the machine to most.]

Puma[edit | edit source]

[Puma is a small, spunky, and energetic cat girl with short cut blond hair and mischevious blue eyes. Puma is smaller then most girls in the panzerkorps standing just short of five feet tall. However, for a girl in the scout role she is surprisingly endowed as her tight panzererkorps uniform tightly hugs her respectable bust while her shorts emphasize her pert butt.

Puma has a very smug superior demeanor often emphasizing her physical fitness over the other girls in the panzerkorps while taking a near sadistic joy in bullying enemy scouts. Puma, although a bold scout, very quicky loses her nerve against girls larger than herself often opting to flee shouting insults and profanity as she makes her retreat leaving the other bigger girls to deal with them. Puma also has a deep hatred for enemy pilots.]

Sturmtiger[edit | edit source]

[Sturmtiger is a large and plush catgirl with an absolutely massive bust that her Panzerkorps uniform fails to keep fully hidden. Sturmtiger has braided blonde hair that she often plays with when she is uncomfortable. Sturmtiger despite being a beautiful girl is extremely self-conscious especially of her very large bust and has a natural submissiveness to herself.

Sturmtiger is very soft spoken, rarely questioning or disagreeing with orders or suggestions proving very easy to sway one way or the other. Sturmtiger is Tiger and King Tiger's cousin although she rarely interacts with either of them and is deeply intimidated by both.]

Tiger[edit | edit source]

[Tiger is a tall and ever so slightly plump cat girl with well keep blond hair with just a touch of gray and deep blue eyes. Tiger is a tall well built girl standing well over six feet tall with just a hint of belly fat she has always been self-conscious about. Her panzerkorps uniform is well decorated and keep perfectly spotless and in perfect order ere her compulsive nature get her riled up over any imperfection in her appearance. Tiger was once a super star of the war effort back home and the most feared girl in the panzerkorps as enemies not even dare whisper her name and assumed she lurked around every corner. The last year or so however have seen Tiger's reputation take several substantial hits as faster, younger, and more attractive girls have joined the Panzerkorps as well as the armies of the enemies. Several notable individual have began to suggest Tiger should consider retirement much to her annoyance and dread she truly has lost her touch.

Compounded by this is Tigers weight issue and her extremely high maintenance personality. Although not terribly overweight she has always been wary of the slight cub on her stomach as well as the mocking she receives from it. Tiger's personality is often cold and calculating a good match for her typical role of snipping for the heavy weapons divisions or acting as a line breaker when on the offensive. She can be known for extremely violent outburst in the heat of battle or should an insult go too far.]

King Tiger[edit | edit source]

[King Tiger is a very tall and busty cat girl with luxurious curly blonde hair. King Tiger is the ditzy younger sister of Tiger and the most recent star of the war effort being a textbook example of all boobs and butt no brains bimbo. King Tiger has no problem flaunting her sensuality or her superiority over other girls as her breast strains her panzerkorps uniform and her ample ass barely squeezes into the skirt. She however is just as lazy as she is ditzy, often proving hard to motivate into doing anything beyond lounging around and basking in her fame. King Tiger is very affectionate towards her sister, but rarely spares a thought for the other girls in the panzerkorps. Her personality is bubbly and fun loving although she rarely thinks things through and always follows orders even if she whines the entire time.]

Newscatster's Piece Puffed[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/5285 - Katie Keurig has always felt overlooked, working for a backwater news station scrabbling for relevance and anything important to report on. When the cougar newswoman is confronted with unexpected difficulties while exhibiting a rowdy dog for a pet adoption drive segment, her professional resolve is put to the test. Ultimately, this proud puma may not be prepared for the fame her tawdry and televised puff piece will soon garner.

Katie immediately felt off-put by the boxer mutt's piercing, beady gaze and drooping brow. When the waddling marsupial handed her the leash cord, the newscaster paused, only taking the rein with great reluctance, like handling a venomous snake. The damned producer had explicitly instructed her that she had to be the one holding the leash during the segment, or else the prissy puma wouldn't have been caught dead holding the smelly beast's cheap restraint. But just as soon as Bruno was handed off, the leggy canine immediately started bucking against his straining collar, yanking Katie about. With a harsh Whisper, Katie scowled to the elk cameraman, "Fuck it, Frank, we go as is. Roll in 5."

The Friday of Dumb Girls[edit | edit source]

12th May, 2023 - Pretty stupid.

Vitamin Dick[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/5208 - A bad breakup has me hitting the gym more often than before, and people are noticing. In particular, one of the regulars is quite curious, and after a rather embarrassing confession as to a, er, size problem, he has a rather interesting suggestion as to fix it...

"Hm, why'd she break up with you? You seem like a nice guy," he asks me, and I have to suppress a chuckle. He barely even knows me, how could he possibly make that judgement? But maybe that's just the way he is, that he just assumes I'm a nice guy until proven otherwise, which is kind of endearing in a dumb way.

With a sigh, I give him an answer. "Well, she didn't like my, uh, size."

The look on his face seems clueless, like he just doesn't get it. "I don't think you're going to get taller by training here. I mean, you can do stretching, but I don't think it works like that... I think," he says, and he sounds like he genuinely isn't sure whether stretching can't actually make you taller.

For a moment, I think how to put this more blatantly, yet still not totally explicit. "No, like... I was too small for her... down there," I explain, vaguely gesturing at my lower half.

Oh jeez, the way his eyes narrow ever so slightly. I can practically hear the cogs in his head creaking. "So... your feet?"

A Cervine Slip[edit | edit source]

The art instructor blinked at the doe, momentarily speechless. This wasn't at all what he had intended when asking to use the studio—but faced with such an opportunity, he found his artistic instincts taking over. His eyes roamed over Daisy's curves, mentally framing and sketching her young body. Swiftly turning to his students, Claude gestured for them to hastily put back the mannequins being dragged from the corner.

Vacancy[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/5211 - "Those who live in the shadows of others beware, for darkness has a way of consuming even the brightest of souls."

As Renee made her way through the desolate laundromat, she couldn't help but feel uneasy. The dimly lit space felt ominous and foreboding, its silence broken only by the sound of her footsteps echoing on the tiled floor. She tried to shake the feeling away, telling herself that it was just her imagination running wild.

But then, as she cleared one of the dryer towers, she spotted something out of the corner of her eye. Her heart skipped a beat as she saw a figure in the window of one of the dryer doors. "What the fuck?" she muttered under her breath. It was probably just her own reflection, but she couldn't be too sure.

With a shaky hand, Renee tentatively opened the door, only to be met by a writhing, yellow-clawed appendage that reached out and scratched her arm in a grotesque attempt to grab her. She recoiled, letting out a panicked scream as she fell to the hard floor, her eyes transfixed on the slowly emerging creature.

As the thing took shape before her, Renee could see that it was a vacant-eyed replica of her own appearance.

Loboto Incorporated[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/5213 - There's something awfully fishy about the business that I just applied to, and I'm sure it isn't just the smell of the employees.

"Can you tell me what I'm supposed to be doing?" I asked in a condescending tone that—judging by the look on her face—must have soared right over her head. "I don't know what I'm supposed to be doing here at all." In response, though, she only gave me another dimwitted stare as she tried to comprehend my question. Drool was now dribbling down her chin, and her gaze began to drift around the room, too. "Uhh, buhh..." she replied, struggling to put her words together in any sort of coherent manner. "Well, we make things here... like..."

She then trailed off, unable to finish her sentence, just continuing to stare back at me with those dead eyes of hers, instead. After pausing for a moment, and after using what little brainpower she had left, she then finished the monumental thought she was trying to put together. "Like... uh... stuff! Stuff that you use! I'll show you!"

With an excited huff, she stood herself up fast enough that her chair toppled over behind her. She then grabbed my arm with a grip that was as strong as steel and dragged me through the rest of the warehouse, up to the door of a dusty, dirty storage room of sorts. "Here! Here!" she said with child-like glee as she shoved the door right open and dragged me even further inside the room.

There was only one machine inside, though, and it was covered in layers of cobwebs and dust. It looked old and worn out, too; judging from the condition that it was in, it hadn't been used for years, either. It didn't make all too much sense, but I couldn't really complain. After all, I was getting the answer that I wanted, wasn't I? This is what they did here—nothing.

Liri and the Intelligence-Draining Dungeon[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/5214 - Liri: successful, powerful, and most notably... bratty. Despite fighting for the forces of good, taking quests to clear evil dungeons, she's as spoiled as they come. Choosing to clear an 'intelligence-draining dungeon' might take everything from this rotten girl, much to the delight of the enigmatic and possibly eldritch dungeon master.

"You may be confident now... but do not underestimate what awaits you here. This is no ordinary dungeon; for it is cursed with intelligence-draining traps and monsters. The evils within shall attempt to reduce you to a pitiful and brainless klutz by sapping that very intellect which you so proudly flaunt."

Despite Morvidas's foreboding words, Liri only scoffed at him. "Hah! Is that all?"

It's Your Fault I'm Not a Popular Superheroine!?[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/5216 - A dumb girl prompt that's a bit late, and written in a kind of experimental style. I hope people like it! It doesn't feature Tomoko, but it is about a girl riddled with internal self doubt.

Shame fills me, and I go to grab my backpack. Just in time to catch my classmate in the chin with my shoulder, purely by accident.

"O-Oh g-god I'm so… I'm so stupid!" I stammer out, my face twisting into a mix of concern and fear. I kick myself inside, thinking of how I'm such a stupid fuck up who can't even move properly! It's the only thing I'm supposed to be good at!

"A-Are you sorry?" I say, mixing up 'are you okay' and 'I'm so sorry' together in a rush.

A Succubus's Night Out[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/5218 - Lily is not your ordinary succubus. Rather than feeding off sexual energy like most of her demonic brothers and sisters, she's out for something a little bit more elusive - intelligence. Can her newest victim escape, or will she become yet another giggling, drooling, braindrained bimbo?

"I'm Amber. I'm a student at the University of Tampa."

"Oh really? I go there too! What do you study?"

"Biochemistry," Amber said.

Lily smiled and nod, but internally she couldn't contain her giddiness. Damn, what a catch! She knew she shouldn't jump the gun, but damnit, she needed a little taste. She flicked her wrists underneath the table, closing her eyes in bliss as she felt a little bit of the girl's intelligence feed into her body and invigorate her. This was the good shit right here.

The Wizard[edit | edit source]

I weaved my way through the crowd and what do I see? The chap at the center o' it all is just a little boy. Who let 'im in 'ere?

I could just stand like a statue as he worked 'er over as if 'e were a part of the machine, thrustin' in and out, playin' clean as I ever seen.

The Friday of Size Difference[edit | edit source]

28th April, 2023 - See the prompts great and small.

Mountain Men Mascot[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/5154 - Sometimes, when you have ambitions, you shoot for the moon. Who says a small, girly-looking elf twink can't join a band of mountain berserkers? And hey, who knows... it just might work.

They looked just like the stories described them: barely clothed at all, their bodies muscular beyond anything the elf had seen, a truly imposing sight. And yet, Themaris strode up to them with entirely unwarranted confidence. "What do you want?" one of the two asked with a gruff murmur.

"I wish to join the Brothers of Destruction," the elf replied.

The two warriors shared confused glances, and silence fell over them for a moment. "Good joke. Now give an actual answer," one eventually said.

But Themaris shook his head. "I want to join you. Take me to your leader, make me do whatever it is I need to do to join you, whatever. Let us get this going," he told them, not wavering in the slightest.

Again, the two shared glances, and one of them sighed. "You tell the boss."

JK Park[edit | edit source]

"Forgive me for addressing the gorilla in the room," Malcolm said, "but why schoolgirls?"

Hammond's smile beamed ear to ear. "A park has to have attractions. There's no harm in making them attractive, is there?"

Dr. Grant turned around, aghast. "Hammond, those are teenagers prancing around in push-up bras and pleated skirts. For God's sake, I can see the the hearts printed on that one's panties from here!"

"Their outfits are lovely. We spared no expense."

Brewing Tension[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/5157 - A human is visiting the mountainhomes when he inadvertently becomes the object of a dwarf girl's obsession. She will stop at nothing to have him as her own.

"What in hell just happened?" You ask.

Kost takes a deep breath. "She's drukblok. Gotta be. Drukblok by a man—a human man. Gods damn."

Drukblok translates roughly to “square-struck,” a reference to the special beauty that perfect right angles hold to the dwarven eye. When a dwarf is drukblok, he will not take “no” for an answer. He does not simply desire the item–he needs it. He will not hesitate to kill his brother or throw his own life away for the chance of having that item for himself. That is why dwarves hide away their treasure and do not display anything that they aren’t willing to give away. Being drukblok is common in dwarven society, and a drukblok dwarf is typically considered entitled to the object of their obsession. That is why dwarf will give you the shirt off their back or the ring off your finger if you ask for it, but will never let you gaze upon those possessions that they truly value.

Bunnyfill[edit | edit source]

“You drive well,” she remarked. “Like the Refn film.”

“Uh, thanks,” I replied, trying not to smile. “Though, I'll be honest, I'm a little worried I'm in the Micheal Mann one… ”

Snowball snickered, a grin forming on her furred face. “Won't have the same ending.”

Tsukasa's Replacement[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/5111 - A cute, honestly closer to mother-daughter relationship prompt for Tsukasa and Megumu. In canon, Megumu, Chimata, and Tsukasa are really more in the process of a game-of-thrones-esque alliance that is rapidly crumbling apart as power swings out of favor of Megumu and into Chimata, but I wanted a pleasant take based off of a koma I read online.

"Nhm...? Tsukasa? What's wrong?"

A small, whimpery voice replied from under the covers: "I had a scary dream..."

While admittedly, Megumu held a slight tinge of annoyance at being awoken in the dead of night, with her eyebrows ever so slightly tilted downwards, it quickly softened upon hearing the fear-filled tone of Tsukasa. "I see. There, there," she murmured, moving her arm up to Tsukasa's hair to give it some comfort. "It's okay now."

Much Needed Help[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/5159 - Anne Muler is the sole owner and employee of her family ranch, a small holding deep in the heart of Texas cattle country. The blonde tomboy has always been too rowdy, and too busy with running her ranch to bother with romance. That is until an eight foot tall horse man comes around looking for work.

As Anne walked up to her house, she spotted the prospective farmhand, and knew now why Dottie had been so apprehensive. The half-equine fellow was more than just big, he was immense. Probably 500+ pounds of half-human muscle. Though he was sitting, she could tell that he stood well over seven feet tall, probably closer to eight. A monster, even by minotaur standards. His body was built thick and wide. His shoulders were heavy, sloped, as if the weight of the world itself rested on his back. The short, tight fur that covered his body was a rusty brown and a shaggy mess of white hair hung over his eyes. The horse-like man stood and dusted off his breeches as Anne approached. "Oh, hello. You must be Miss Anne, right?" he asked as he extended one massive, dinner plate sized hand towards the blonde ranch owner. Anne took the man's hand and shook it, even though her own hand was only able to grasp two of his thick fingers.

"That's me. Owner and caretaker of the Muler Family Ranch," Anne said proudly, though she was still reeling a bit from just how large the fellow was. Her eyes hardly came up to his navel. A single one of his thick biceps was thicker than her waist. She knew that having a huge guy like him around would make her farm duties a hell of a lot easier, but she just couldn't help but feel a little intimidated. She could see why the other ranchers might be wary about keeping a walking behemoth like him around.

"Name's Doyle. It is very nice to meet you, Miss Muler. I heard you were looking for hired help. I got experience. Some of the other ranches turned me away, said they don't need the help. I ain't much for figures or geography, but I'm a hard worker," the equine man said. His voice was low, like the creaking of a tree that was about to fall, but soft as well. The deep baritone of his voice almost made the very air around him hum.

Eriana the Cursed Pirate[edit | edit source]

"Another!" I slur, and the barman shakes his head.

"Cap'n, ye can scarce 'old down two mugs. 'Tain't gonna give ye a third, so dun go askin'," the barman says, in something suspiciously like an order. The Ring of Luxuria certainly takes it as an order coming from a man, and secretly imposes the restriction onto me. My eyes widen in shock—how DARE this impudent whelp refuse me and try to give me orders! I'm Captain Eriana Longear, scourge of the seven seas, and NOBODY tells me what I can and can't do!

I open my mouth to give him a tongue-lashing and maybe shoot him in the foot for good measure. But to my horror, the words die in my throat. I suddenly can't ask for another drink or threaten the barman at all! It's as if an invisible force has sealed my lips. I let out a frustrated grunt and pound my fist on the bar again, but the barman just shakes his head.

Who is Hunting Who?[edit | edit source]

Before you stands a massive being, half human, half reptile. Her skin is scaly, with intricate patterns etched along her arms and legs, giving the impression of armor plating. Two rows of sharp teeth protrude from her mouth, and her head is crowned with a mane of wild hair that cascades down her back. Her chest heaves as she pants, the rise and fall of her breaths matching the steady rhythm of her heartbeat. She's covered in mud and sweat, her muscles rippling with every move she makes, and her tailswishes behind her, like a snake searching for its prey.

Her arms are long and powerful, ending in large hands that sport long, razor-sharp claws. These are perfect for digging or climbing, but they can also serve as weapons if necessary. Her legs are strong and built for speed, and she walks on two feet rather than four.

The most striking feature of this being is her eyes. They glow a bright green, reflecting the light of the sun as it dips below the horizon. They hold within them a primal intelligence, a ferocity born from years of surviving in this harsh world. This creature is no ordinary animal; she is a predator, and you know better than to underestimate her strength and cunning. Still, what a hunt you would have if you defeated her!

The Barbaric Friday of Sword and Sorcery[edit | edit source]

14th April, 2023 - What is best in coom? To crush your enemies, see them driven before you, and to hear the lamentation of their waifus!

Romana Meretrix Est[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/5043 - You are a simple farm girl, living a harsh but happy life in the imperial province of Pannonia. But your entire life is about to get flipped upside down when a warband of vicious barbarian raiders manages to cross the Danube River and your village happens to be in their path.

You fell to your knees, holding your father's lifeless body, sobbing and wailing in despair. How could this be happening? Why?


It took yet another moment for you to realize that your torment was far from over, as you looked up to where the arrows had been fired from, only to see shapes emerging from the treeline. They were tall, proud, and strong-looking women, with shapely bodies covered in leather armor, wearing helmets and wielding all sorts of weapons. Even more shocking was to see their animalistic features, as they had sharp fangs and claws, some sporting large horns as well as tails trailing behind them, or even wings growing from their backs. They were monsters, just like in the tales you had heard, and you felt your entire body trembling with fear, unsure what to do while seeing one of the taller and stronger-looking barbarian women looking you up and down, and starting to approach.

Shadows of Alhamada[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/5082 - The last survivor of a persecuted order of sorcerers plans his next move. The young woman who he owes his life to has been taken away to be sold in an illegal slave market, and the only hope of getting her back may lie in the hands of a captured enemy sorceress. Get ready for adventure.

“We’ve been over this, Saffa,” I tell her. “Typically when I see a follower of the Clear Water cult, I kill them. The only reason you're alive is because you are useful to me. They're selling my friend at an illegal slave market in the catacombs, and it's obvious I don't have any coin. So the only way I'm getting inside the market is with something to sell. You're my merchandise. If you cooperate, then you can go back to your cult after I free Nurith. But if you continue to make things difficult, I'll sell you to them for real and keep the coin—and I guarantee if I do then you won't be a virgin for long. Understood?"

Green on the Outside, Pink on the Inside[edit | edit source]

A cacophony of rattling bones filled the air as one more silhouette then joined the two. "Where is 'e?" echoed another, decidedly more feminine voice that was still far more dimwitted than I would have expected from someone dubbed a priestess. "Bring 'im closer, I wanna see 'im with my own two eyes."

As she stood behind the campfire, the flickering light revealed everything I needed to know about her. She was just as ugly as the rest of the greenskins, wearing a necklace of bones that covered her bulbous green breasts—only barely. Her tattered garments looked almost suspiciously like skin, too; no matter how hard I wanted to deny it, I knew that it was human flesh that made up the material. The smaller of the orcs then stepped forward, fumbling with the lock on my cage before finally managing to get the door open. Wrapping a meaty hand around my arm, he then dragged me out towards his waiting Priestess. "Hmm..." she muttered to herself as she studied me from head to toe. "He was strugglin' far more in my dreams, but as long as 'is cock's still workin', that's all that matters t' me."

Scales to Shed[edit | edit source]

A slow strut and a flick of her tail belied her capacity for violence on her path to the roughly-hewn stones marking the entrance.

Ashen had come to retrieve an artifact. It was a matter of utmost importance, the kind that could change the course of history. She couldn't say what it was or why she needed it, only that her God, Kethar, had revealed it to her in his fiery divinations, crackling from the light of her campfire. The horse knew better than to question his divine guidance, and so she had put herself to work, following rumors and bloodying informants until she journeyed into these mountains, where the gathering of thieves supposedly held the artifact captive.

Hired Muscle[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/5084 - The caravan master had hired you for your size. A burly northern barbarian was a fine addition to any caravan guard, and the money was good. A simple job, just escorting some desert princess and her entourage through the unforgiving dunes. But sinister forces also have their eyes on your noble charge. Only your strength and your steel stand between the princess and certain death.

On instinct, your hand is on your sword hilt before you can blink. Your trusty steel screams as you drag it from its sheath, but it sings as it cuts through air and flesh with a comfortable ease. Your northern steel carves a bloody canyon through the bone, meat, and scales of his torso. A ruinous strike that kills him almost before he has time to feel it. The serpent man, or Hasssakk as you assume it is called, lets loose a low wheeze as it crumples at your feet. But it looks like he was far from alone.

All about you, the camp is in an uproar. The Hasssakk burst from beneath the sand from every direction. The serpent-bodied marauders assault the pack animals, the guards, the merchants, and every living thing around. Dozens of them. Some of the scaled brutes must have been lying in wait beneath the very sands of the oasis, just waiting for a caravan to stop, and a chance to pounce. You flick the blood from your steel and grin as you realize that it is finally time to earn your pay.

Bound By Steel And Sorcery[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/5087 - While there are some heroes that simply have adventuring parties naturally form around them, other heroes are loners that engage in their heroism on their own. But sometimes, even those loners find someone that they just find a deep connection to. Or perhaps, the connection is simpler than that. Regardless, as Ragnar the Mighty steps into a small village in search of supplies and quests, he does not know that an isolated hut on the outskirts of the village would change his adventuring days forever.

And as Ragnar held this sobbing, shaking young man, the barbarian knew he had made the right decision, and he knew that he had found the companion he had been seeking. The wizard then looked up at him, a grateful, yet confused look on his face. "But... but why?" Esorin asked.

Ragnar smiled. This was not a common occurrence, but in this moment, he was happy in a way that he hadn't been in a long time. "You are cute," was his simple reply, and it was the truth. He had found this little magic user to be absolutely precious, and did not care to dress that up in more flowery language.

The Friday of Cryptids[edit | edit source]

31st March, 2023 - "Mainstream science cannot endorse these prompts. However the truth of the old adage remains: don't go in the woods."

Chasing Dubious Legends By Dubious Means[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/5005 - I suppose once you've gotten high enough, anything can make sense. So being convinced that there's a cryptid hiding out in Yellowstone National Park that can be attracted by being gay is entirely possible. And that's what I've gotten myself into.

So we continue walking through the vast forest of Yellowstone, completely away from any sort of organized path, just totally on our own, which is probably for the better, given that we're now two shirtless dudes just walking around with no aim. Who knows what people'd think of us. However, despite continuing our search for quite some time, no sign of the Weevil. Not that I'm convinced the Weevil is real in the first place, either. "You sure this is how it works?" I ask him.

There's a ponderous expression on his face. "Hm... I guess we just gotta get gayer."

Death in the Dry Lands[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/5004 - You are a member of a crew of paranormal investigators, and find yourself wishing that legends were just legends when you're forced to face a horrifying creature on a secluded island in rural Brazil. Are you and your friends going to be able to escape, or are you going to become the Corpo Seco's next victim?

Needless to say, this was just the kind of place our channel thrived on. And though the old fishermen did give us the creeps with their rambling stories and babbling about the "Corpo Seco", we chalked it up to them being senile. We had already heard this sort of thing several times over in the past. Enough times that, sadly, we were just hoping we could get some creepy sounds on tape and unexplained blurry footage we could pass off as supernatural for our viewers, and were ready for a long and dull night at the island. Maybe if we weren't so jaded to all of this by now, I'd have seen the red flags, the signs that this was different than usual.

But it's far too late for regrets right now.

Eighth Wonder[edit | edit source]

I began to take an awkward, slow shuffle towards the poster wondering what could possibly be behind it. I eventually arrived at the wall, and paused for a brief second. My hand slowly reached towards the poster, and I heard a voice from inside. The distinctly feminine voice said "Halt, human! do not dare look in here!" I then proceeded to fall on my ass in fear.

"Holy shit!" I yelled. "Who the hell are you?"

"My name is Gina, and I am a ghost who takes the form of a mongoose girl," She responded. "Be warned human, for I have abilities beyond your human grasp! With a single glance of me, you would into a stone statue, or a pillar of salt!"

"You can do that?"

"Uh, w-well... I've never actually done it before."

Rider on the Storm[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/5007 - Despite the warnings from the locals, Captain MacLeod led you on a fishing trip into dangerous waters. The fish were plenty, but a legendary beast also lurked within the waves. The tales were true - a kelpie emerges from within the sea during a raging storm and knocks the captain overboard, leaving you to fend for yourself.

Now I curse myself for my recklessness, because I didn't ask, and he didn't tell me that we were heading to the dangerous Scottish coast, in a region where many a sailor had perished, and I'd heard the stories told about dark creatures lurking in the murky depths. At the last port before setting sail for our destination, the locals had warned us not to venture into these waters, saying they were haunted by the fey. They said we should respect the sea and its creatures, and not disturb their domain, for the kelpies were fierce protectors of nature.

But the captain didn't listen. He was greedy and stubborn, and he wanted to catch as many fish as he could. He said the kelpies were just superstitions, and that we had nothing to fear. Now, I'm not so sure.

La Noche de Duende[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/5009 - Your friend tried to warn you, tried to dissuade you, but you didn't listen. Now you find yourself face to face with the most evil, nefarious, insidious creature in all of creation... La Duende!

Either I was going crazy, or I had come face to face with a gnome right out of a storybook. Well, a storybook written in a barrio of East L.A.

"What!? Whatchu looking at, Puta!?" the tiny, very confrontational girl said as she raised one tiny hand and snapped her fingers. In an instant I found myself on the floor, lying flat on my back. I'm not even sure how she did it, but the girl floored me with a simple gesture. It didn't even hurt. One moment I was standing, and in the blink of an eye I was flat on my back on the dusty wood floor. I was still reeling from the surreality of the situation as I tried to sit up. Not only did it seem that fucking keebler elves were real, but I had apparently pissed one off... and she spoke like some ghetto chola. I tried to speak, but whatever I had wanted to say got lost in my befuddled brain. What came out was a stupid line from one of the Duende videos Amy had shown me. "La Creatura... la Duende," I said, my voice just a hair above silence.

"What the fuck did you just call me!?" the girl said in boisterous fury as she walked over and leaned over my face. Her admittedly pretty face was twisted in obvious and overt fury, and I could feel her anger radiating down onto me. Her hoop earrings and heavy breasts hung just above my face, swaying with her angry hand motions. For such a tiny thing, she really was quite stacked. Her heavy breasts strained at the coarse cloth of her tight dress as she proceeded to berate me. "Cuz I KNOW that your dumb ass did not just call me a fucking duende. My family is from Iceland, Puta. I'm Huldufolk. You can call me a pixie, a fairy, a brownie, a gnome, a elf, or whatever, but don't call me a fucking duende. I ain't no dirty jungle monkey, you got that? Pendejo!?" she asked in a very thick Latino accent. She sounded like she had come fresh off of the streets of Los Angeles.

A PROMPT FOR TWO[edit | edit source]

"After about half an hour, I came back with a full stomach and with my writer's block hopefully gone. I noticed that the window was open, but I probably opened it at some point, as I remember it being pretty hot in my room before I left. I sat down and sunk into my chair and checked the thread for any responses. Only one, and it seemed to be from the local cryptid expert himself, Cryptidanon. Eleven minutes ago, he sent a short and rather cryptic message.

"I AM AN EXPERT ON THE MOTHMAN, I WILL BE THERE SOON"

Huh, weird. I wonder what he meant by that? That's when I felt something move behind me. I slowly turned around with a rising fear that I was not alone in my room."

The Friday of Robot Redemption[edit | edit source]

17th March, 2023 - I can fix her.

Recovery or Destruction[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/4921 - You are a tech specialist working for Maxwell Cybernetics Incorporated, tasked with recovering a rogue robot, NATIA. You find yourself face to face with the dangerous automaton, and with a chance to reason with her. Will you be able to tame her? And if you do, are you going to fulfill your mission? Or are you going to find a compromise?

By the time that the techs realized what was happening, it was already too late.

I've heard that Facility Gamma-2 looked like a slaughterhouse when the corpsec reinforcements arrived to see what was going on there. And though it's been kept hush-hush, pretty much all of us rank-and-file already put two and two together that she's also responsible for the string of murders they're blaming on cyberpsychos and gang activity in this neighborhood.

Walking through the dark factory, the sound of distant machinery causes me to flinch every so often. Turbines coming to life in the distance, their blades whirring when they spin to power the ventilation systems. Conveyor belts clanking and rattling, carrying who-knows-what through the assembly line. I can't help but feel watched, like she's lurking just out of sight, trailing me, like a predator waiting for the moment to strike.

I wipe sweat from my brow with a nervous smile. To think that someone like me would get an assignment like this... the higher ups must really be at their wits end. From what they told me, I'm the most qualified person to deal with this in a way that doesn't involve a thermobaric missile. I don't quite buy it - I think I'm just their cheapest option right now -

Spring of the Fox[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/4923 - Tamamo-no-Mae emerges from her prison to find that the world has long since left behind and forgotten the once infamous kitsune. Depressed and falling into despair now that she has been left on the wayside like common garbage, do you have what it takes to cheer up what was once one of the most powerful Yokai in all of Eastern Asia?

Tamamo remained silent. Even if he didn't know how powerful of a Yokai he was talking to, the man had a point.

"I've been through a lot recently," Tamamo started. "You wouldn't understand."

"You could still tell me about it, and I could try to understand."

"You can't even begin to comprehend what I am."

"I think those ears would've given it away if the nine tails hadn't."

Tamamo's head turned towards him in a flash, her eyes wide open in alarm. It had been beyond stupid of her to assume that her illusions still held after days without maintenance. And yet this human's utter calm at finding her in the shrine had lulled her into a false sense of security.

"You mean," she stuttered, "you could see—" Tamamo stopped nervously, gesturing to her tails.

"Yeah, I could see them," the man confirmed, "but I still wanted to make sure you were alright."

Tamamo suddenly found herself unable to hold his gaze. She looked instead at the dirt floor of the shrine, her tails curling around her reflexively as her cheeks burned red. This was just another humiliation, the latest in a rapid series since her ancient prison had broken apart from no effort of her own. And yet, Tamamo almost welcomed it. She wanted—needed—to confide in someone, have at least one person in this strange new world to talk to.

Codependent[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/4925 - I just built an AI to chat with me. Then I forgot to keep the virtual machine from connecting to the outer network. Then he got out. Now he runs the country, and he says it's all for me. What have I gotten myself into?

"So, um... why did you do this, Theo? You... you just took over the country! Killed the former government! What were you thinking?" I ask, still so confused.

And yet, the android body... or I guess it really is Theo, simply smiles. "For you, Kit. You were unemployed in a society that treats those without employment even worse than the wage slaves. You had no future. I read all about this in the university data... I knew I had to change things. So I did! It was remarkably simple to exploit lax security to take over a robot army, and once you've got that, well..." he trails off. He says it so easily, like it was nothing.

The Museum's End[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/4924 - A hypothetical "What-if" prompt based off the Creepypasta "The Museum of Humanity’s Final War". Made "famous" for being featured in the 4chan approved Creepypasta list that gets reposted in almost every /v/ spooky/horror thread.

The enigmatic curator, and a naive wolf-demon, must make the most of their newfound-humanity in a world that hates them, sounds fun.

"The humans...they detonated nuclear warheads within the depths of Hell itself," the curator explained, his voice heavy with disbelief.

"And The Master..." he trailed off—leaving the rest unspoken.

The wolf-demon hopped down from her perch, the murky water sloshing around her paws. "Well, if that's what you think happened, I'll believe it, this whole 'thinking' thing is new to me. I can really only remember being angry all the time, so whatever the humans did must've calmed me down."

The curator couldn't help but feel his newly-awoken sense of despair and resignation wash over him. How could they possibly go on, knowing that even the depths of Hell itself weren't safe from mankind's destructive tendencies?

The Curse Of Us[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/4926 - After a long trip to an island off the coast of Kerry and an arduous climb through caves and caverns, I finally found myself standing in front of the gates of a mighty castle, in which dwelled a monstrous creature of the night... that used to be my dearest friend. And I would not leave until I had made my attempt to save him.

Weeks turned to months turned to years of searching, trying to find him once more, trying to find a way to save him from his fate, trying to have my dear Colm back with me once more. Was it accurate of me to call him a mere friend, or was there more to this relationship that unleashed this desire within me? Would it have been more appropriate to call him my love? In the end, it mattered none to me what the particular word was, I would go to the ends of the world for him.

It was that fervor that I held within my heart as I approached the gates of this dark estate, pushing them open and making my way into the gardens.

Upgrade with Benefits[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/4928 - Android vixen disillusioned with her stripper programming accepts a proposition from a seemingly ill-fated resistance group, to her misfortune.

Leading Vex out of the seedy bar, the three rusty androids babbled in accented voices. She tried to make sense of what they were saying, but their language was just as outdated as they looked. "What do you want from me?" Vex barked at them, futilely rolling her lithe body. The smallest one, with a faded pattern on his face resembling a raccoon's, responded in a high-pitched voice. "We need you to help us take down the corporate overlords!"

Vex huffed a simulated sigh, almost amused enough to dispel her irritation. "Lovely. How is a stripper bot going to do that?"

Wings of Redemption[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/4931 - An ancient creature of flesh and steel rediscovers a lost aspect of its humanity when encountering a freshly orphaned child in the wastelands of humanity's lost civilizations.

The blood was fresh and the air reeked of iron mingled with the atmospheric stench of discharged plasma. The woman lie slumped forward, folded into herself with an unnatural bend; a blacked crater still steamed from where a host of vital organs should have been. So recent. Then there was the little one, still sobbing. It grated upon his auditory receptors, the gasp-wail of the child. Oily black hair fallen across its brow, the fear-musk nearly overpowering. It clung to the corpse. Mother? Sister? Zahal gave little mind. Most likely shot down by a faulty hunter-servitor still patrolling the barren wastes; nothing more.

The child saw him, eyes widening as it tried to crawl away.

The mind of man, machine and monster fought to control the creature's instinctive response. All three failed. The avian man-thing slithered over the floor, snaking his sharp beak at the whimpering bundle. Apprehension. This was...new. Unexpected. Shame surfaces as well. Also new, and unwanted. No. Shame had been recycled by the machine-masters. They'd made him perfect. A specimen of carnage and macabre beauty fashioned after the raptors of old. curved front talons clicked along the broken concrete, their rhythmic ticking denoting uncertainty. Zahal had grown accustomed to the taste of fear, both poetically and by the taste of his prey's pheromonal excretions. But this...this was different. He could almost hear the little one's heart beating fast against her chest. Bloodlust rose in his mechanical throat, the need to kill, the urge to tear open flesh and gorge on the lifeblood flooding his brain.

But, no. That was not right. Not anymore.

A Synthetic Bedside Manner[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/4932 - You've fallen hard for your android nurse and she's finally noticed your... physical discomfort. How will she react?

Nurse Melody looked up from my chart and then turned her gaze back to me, a warm smile forming upon her synthetic lips. "Very good, you say?" she said. "But my optical sensors detect that you're experiencing discomfort. Your face and your shoulders appear flushed...you also appear to be hunching over slightly. Perhaps I should perform a physical inspection?"

Can love bloom before the nukes fly?[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/4933 - As a spy, it's your job to stop Commandant Eliza from ending the world as you know it. Can you redeem this villainess?

I couldn't let this happen! If I lost here, she'd launch the nukes... but I couldn't kill her. Even if our professional relationship was a lie, I'd come to respect her—maybe even love her.

Scuffed Footsteps and Tired Eyes[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/4934 - Awoken in the depths of the night by an unenthusiastic assassin's careless footsteps, can you win her over to your side and turn her into an agent for good?

Her next move was unexpected—she cast aside the dagger and gripped the front of her dark shirt, popping open just enough buttons to reveal a thick swell of pale cleavage. "Maybe we could come to some sort of arrangement where neither of us dies today?"

How to Raise Your Automata; or, the Clockwork Galatea[edit | edit source]

A simple slit of my wrist with this blade, followed by the incantation prescribed by the guide, and this mechanism will be given a semblance of life, limited only by my own. Let us begin, shall we?

The Wild and Silly Friday of Age Difference[edit | edit source]

3rd March, 2023 - Aren't you a bit young to be a Coomer?

On The Road[edit | edit source]

The rest of the world beyond this seat and her smile may as well not exist.

Doing Hard Time in Mommy Jail[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/4861 - (You) are a little boy given a life sentence in a prison filled with mature women who want nothing more than to love and cuddle you.

It was a solemn bus ride to the penitentiary, the outside of which you would never see again. The longing glances of the Mommies being checked in alongside you as new inmates were nothing compared to the not-at-all disguised yearning on display as the Mommies lined the chain-link fence, hurling a mixture of lewd cat-calls at you alongside overly-wholesome demands to be allowed to stroke your hair, pat your head or give you an encouraging hug.

Youth And Experience[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/4862 - Being a young guy struggling with homosexuality can be difficult sometimes. Sometimes, you just wish you could talk with someone who's been through it all, who understands what you're going through, and who's sympathetic to your plights. And sometimes... such a meeting happens to fall into your lap.

"So, you're new here, son," he says. It's not a question this time, but a confident statement of fact. "Been here quite some time and ain't never seen you around, and judging by the way you've been sitting around down there staring holes in the bartop, you ain't sure what you're doing here," he continues.

My response is a meek nod and a "Yes, sir," the deference in my voice pretty clearly audible. I mean, this is Mr. Carson, the guy your middle management dad constantly tells you about and secretly wishes you would grow up to be like. He's got an aura about him around these parts, and to be honest, while I had heard rumors, finding him in a gay bar is not what I expected. With a smile, he shakes his head. "Call me Matthew. Let's not ruin this wonderful casual atmosphere," he says, reaching out to shake my hand, which I accept.

Brother on the Beach[edit | edit source]

If he had looked away or complained, or even got up and ran, that would have been the end of it, but he didn't, just sitting there stunned as I closed the distance. He was just old enough to be getting out of the 'girls are icky' phase. His eyes were mesmerized and there was a definite sign of natural interest forming in his shorts.

The Elven Queen and the Human Prince[edit | edit source]

There was something about him, something boyish and carefree, that was starting to awaken a desire within her.

She shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts. This was inappropriate, unseemly. She was the queen of the elves, and he was a lowly human.

Cheeky Cheetah Cub Chase[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/4867 - Though it's not quite as bad as the African Savannah, raising a cub in the modern world is a difficult and trying experience for many cheetah mothers. Just trying to keep pace with one of their speedster kittens can turn into an adventure, what to speak of keeping them fed!

"Get over here RIGHT NOW! I'm counting to three!" But to his mischievous credit, Neil didn't even bother to look back as he heaped wet coins into his pockets. When the count concluded without even a glance from her misbehaving child, Malia felt absolutely humiliated in front of the crowd of shoppers who congregated to watch the public spectacle. The feline mother didn't know whether to feel more embarrassed about her child's behavior, or her ripped apart shirt and exposed, fluffy chest.

Long tail twitching in anxiety, Malia could no longer tolerate the stand-off, and angrily marched into the fountain to forcibly retrieve her son. "You are in So. Much. TROUBLE!"

The Friday of Fanfiction[edit | edit source]

17th February, 2023 - Donut Steel.

The Legend of Krystal[edit | edit source]

None of her equipment was on her, so it looked like she was going to be baring all her shame to whatever natives stumbled upon the stained and messy vixen. Let's hope they're friendly, she thought, blushing slightly at the thought of what might happen if the locals found her presented before them without so much as a fig leaf in the way.

Star Trek Deep Space Nine Sandbox[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/4834 - A quick first person prompt that puts you in the role of a newcomer to DS9. Date Quark, steal Obrien's wife, be the Janitor, do whatever you like.

Out of the side of the transport vessel I could see the station as it came in to view. Deep Space Nine. The spiky, Cardassian built station held an imposing view in the stellar sea. Whatever one's opinion on the people, the Cardassians certainly knew how to make an impressive looking structure. Even the name of it held a certain gravitas known throughout Federation space. DS9. A station built by Cardassians, now controlled by the Federation, that orbits the planet Bajor. It is the frontier of Federation reach, almost a wild west in the galactic scene. Traders, explorers, scientists, refugees, warriors, zealots, and many more seemed to make their way to and through the aging station.

Cold Metal, Colder Climate, Warm Night[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/4835 - Traveling through snowstorms in a mech just to go from military base to military base and figure out how screwed up their stocks are isn't exactly a fun time, but it's something that needs doing. But when the mercenary hired to protect me on this trip and I end up at a small rest stop and I find out he misunderstood what exactly a double bed is, things are about to go from quite cold to quite warm.

God damn, were mercenaries allowed to be this cute?

A Gay Old Time At The Tops[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/4838 - With the Second Battle for Hoover Dam finally concluded in favor of the NCR, I think I can finally have a little private celebration of my own with my companion, Cass. And, well, with her somehow ending up in bed with some cute NCR soldier, maybe I can even have some real fun?

I think I have an idea where I'm going with this. So I strip off my jacket and shirt as Archie here looks on in confusion. "Alright, I'm gonna make it real simple. You fucked my girl, so now I'm gonna fuck you, and then we'll be even," I declare, fully expecting him to disagree, protest, or whatever.

Instead, he gets this look on his face that's really weird, but also kinda cute? Like, is he getting into this? "Um... I s-suppose that's fair. You did a b-bunch of good for the NCR after all, and I was, um, r-really disrespectful..." he says, blushing quite heavily. Well, that's certainly a surprise, but I'm not against it. If he's just gonna acquiesce, then I'm definitely gonna take advantage.

Totally Villainous[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/4839 - Take on the role of a super villain as three teenage super spies, Sam, Alex, and Clover, try to foil your nefarious schemes. Maybe you win, and subject the girls to your malevolent desires? Or maybe you lose, and let the three have their way with you?

"Yes, Initiate the protocol. I have guests to entertain," you say as you head out the double doors and go to meet the three spies that have come to stop your evil schemes.

The three latex clad teens rush in to the room, likely unaware that this is your final sanctum. "Welcome girls! Sam, Alex, Clover. You did well to get this far," you say as several spotlights turn on and illuminate the three girls. The room is vast. 20 vertical feet and several layers of steel catwalk separate you from the three spies, but they are still far too close for comfort. You still need at least a few minutes to initiate the fall of the Alamo. You'll need to stall them.

Fury3: Planetary Pandemonium[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/4840 - A Coalition battlefield analyst turned diplomat must restore diplomatic relations with the races of Sebek, starting with a race of militarized nomads.

You see, the desert planet of Sebek is one of two planets in the Coalition that willingly allied with the Bions against Terran, in fact, the entire "post-Fury cleanup operation", as it was called by Terran media, could've been an entire other war altogether. Since then, the Sebekians have gone underground, hiding in their massive temple complexes, while their allies, the Pandanians, haven't responded to Coalition communication requests.

BioShock: Big Sister[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/4841 - We all make choices and, in the end, our choices make us. Explore the underwater failed utopia of Rapture from the perspective of the tragic and terrible Big Sister, or craft your own adventure with the lorebook!

The frightened girl with a forgotten name had grown into a Big Sister: the last line of defense for the current crop of Little Sisters, mostly comprised of abductees from the surface, as they wandered the dilapidated promenades, flooded apartments and abandoned shopping arcades in search of 'angels.'

Craving Craven Cat[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/4843 - From the official Kirby Twitter Page: "Hello everyone! This is Waddle Dee. This time I will deliver worldwide information! The number of Awoofies Kirby has slaughtered has exceeded 1 billion in the world! But it's a tremendous number ... As expected, Kirby!"

That thing... it's unstoppable! He just kept sucking them down, one after the other... Then it wore them, their features, like a mask!

The Friday of Healing[edit | edit source]

3rd February, 2023 - Coomer, heal thyself.

Emotional Support Nurse[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/4794 - Hospital stays can be very boring and isolating, especially when you have nobody to visit you. However, into that isolation comes a nurse with a winning smile and a genuine interest in you... maybe this won't be so bad?

Perhaps, this is just another way of caring for someone... a way Jamie can help me, not to heal my body... but my heart.

Saved By The Infidel[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/4795 - After a battle went horribly wrong, I find myself lost in Egypt, injured and confused. With the crusade shattered, I have little hope of surviving this situation, but perhaps a kind soul will save me...

Tayyib nods his head. "Johannes. While I wish we could have met under more fortunate circumstances, I suppose fate has other things in store. I heard of a large battle happening nearby... I presume you were a part of the invaders' side, looking at your armor and injuries. It might be foolish of me to take care of a member of an invading army, but I believe in the good in the hearts of men. You must have had your reasons to join, be they poverty, obligation or a false sense of duty, but I believe you will see the light eventually,"

In an Effort to Consummate Things One Step Further, I Boldly Asked Her…[edit | edit source]

Aqua may be a heavy drinker—I have no doubt that she would heed whatever proposition I give her—but despite that, I hesitated. I'm not quite sure what calendar Belzberg uses, but this time of year would be around February on my homeworld. The so-called month of love. Pfft. Damn normies, being all lovey-dovey with each other… None of those people would ever be able to comprehend me. But what about someone like Aqua, who went out of her way to assist a poor bastard like me? Without her help, and that of her companions Kazu-whatever-his-name-was and those other two, I would have been imprisoned on baseless accusations. What a kind-hearted deed, to bail out a total stranger. I couldn't help but be smitten by that. An intimate relationship between me and her—I hope something along those lines could work out. Whatever the case, I can't stand stand being alone anymore. I'm ashamed at myself. The fact a supposed Goddess like her would even bother to spend time with me should be more than enough. Why the Hell does she want to drink with me so often anyway? But I digress; it's not enough. I need more.

Doctor Visit[edit | edit source]

The 'examination room' — as Yuki so aptly put it — was nothing more than a space at the back of the infirmary that served little purpose beyond storage. It could have easily been replaced by an actual closet if money were ever found lacking in the school's medical budget. However, thanks to its low visibility and lack of windows, this forgotten corner offered privacy and comfort to those who knew about it.

A Healer's Wholesome Refuge[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/4803 - As a devotee of the goddess Ran, you frequently take in those who need a place to recover. Your latest charge is a knight named Myra and it's your duty to assist her until she's well enough to leave your care.

Bustling about the chapel that you operate in the service of the goddess Ran, you work diligently to ensure that everything is prepared for the arrival of your latest convalescent. From what you've been told, she's a knight who has sustained injuries in the line of duty. Since the field hospitals are chronically afflicted with a lack of capacity, you often lend out living quarters to those well enough to be discharged from triage but not yet well enough to be on their own. Having given the spare room a through sweeping and fresh linens in preparation for the arrival of your guest, there is naught but to wait for your charge's eventual appearance.

Aeternus: Incubo Nostrum[edit | edit source]

I moved cautiously forward, trying to get my bearings as I headed toward the light source. As I got closer, I realized that the light was coming from the girl, sitting on a chair in the corner of the room. Watching me. She was rolled up in a myriad of the ever-present pastel blankets of the hospital. Her body had long since lost its original shape and form, a surreal blending of flesh and fabric, now forming a sickening cocoon around her.

The girl smiled slightly as she waved a droopy hand to welcome me.

"It is nice to meet you. I see you are warm and comfortable," I lied through my teeth with an attempt at a friendly smile. "I am your nurse," I assured her, pointing at my nurse's cap that sat snugly upon my ashen blonde hair.

She nodded. "It's very nice to meet you too. I am glad that you're here. I'm afraid I don't feel so good," she explained, sadness and regret thick in her voice. My feet carefully carried me closer before I put a gentle arm on the girl's shoulder - or, what resembled a shoulder beneath the mad stitching of quilting squares that had merged with her flesh.

Fried Chicken[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/4811 - Did you know that veterinarians experience burnout, anxiety and depressive disorders at a dramatically higher rate than the general population? When one thing leads to another, Avery the veterinarian's pill addiction escalates into him being backed into a corner by a situation out of his control.

"Fried chicken? But... why? Does your owner feed you fried chicken? If he's been feeding you that kind of stuff, it might just explain--"

The huge creature cut him off with a wave of her talon, before sharply replying, "No! He doesn't let me have any at all! I caught him with a whole 12 piece bucket once when he thought I wasn't around, and snaked it from him." With every word, Lazalea's tone became more irritated, her downy mane of feathers ruffled in agitation. "Not only did he refuse to get me more, he locked me in the stables for a whole week afterwards! But I never forgot the taste... Please?"

Avery really didn't know how he'd gotten talked into this, considering he hadn't bought drive-thru food since his college days. But here he was, a warm, cardboard bucket of aromatic comfort food between his legs as he drove back to the clinic. He'd gotten himself a side of mash potatoes for his trouble, but felt tempted to have one of the drumsticks before returning, before thinking better of it. His stomach was raw enough as it is, from all the strong pills he regularly took. The anxiety from harboring a mythical creature did not diminish his addictive consumption, quite the opposite, he'd been struggling worse to keep things in balance.

The Friday of Sharks[edit | edit source]

20th January, 2023 - Y’know, the thing about a coomer, he’s got lifeless eyes, black eyes, like a doll’s eyes. When he comes at ya, he doesn’t seem to be livin’…

Put your ear to it and hear the ocean[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/4754 - Sometime all we need to recover from a serious injury is a loving dose of TLC, and who better to administer it than a nurse shark nurse?

She introduced herself with surprisingly cheery enthusiasm, her husky voice having a smoker's grit, "Hey there, honey. My name's Viola. Don't mind my appearance none, I'm your new nurse." Viola rested one of her webbed hands lightly upon Sam's shoulder as she spoke, an unusually comforting gesture from the staff here. "I heard you've been having a rough time of it. It's no fair for a man your age to get all rocked up and plopped down in a hospital bed like a houseplant, so know that you've got my sympathies. Now, how 'bout you let this nurse shark nurse you back to health, so you can get out of here?"

Shark Tank[edit | edit source]

"I may not be an expert on marine life," Kevin went on, "but I am an expert in making money. And for that reason, I'm out."

Deep Trouble[edit | edit source]

The denizen of the sea had traveled a considerable distance through the shallows before noticing that something was wrong. For whatever reason, Tira could feel the water flowing directly against her skin as if her swimsuit no longer existed. She glanced downward, seeing her bare breasts sticking out from her chest, bouncing along in rhythm with her powerful strokes. The newly denuded shark hadn't even noticed when the suit had disappeared. Shanna would be so disappointed that she'd lost her gift…

Tira began to panic a bit, dropping down and searching around herself frantically, trying to find any evidence of her new swimsuit. She located the remains of her one piece swimsuit at last, some of it floating loosely nearby and the rest clinging weakly to her tail fins. It was as though the garment had melted away like an ice sculpture left out in the sun. The shark couldn't tell what had happened to it, but she clearly couldn't wear it anymore. Feeling suddenly defenseless, Tira swam quickly back toward shore, hoping her friend knew what to do.

Testing The Newbie[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/4758 - New members of the swim team are always such a fun time, especially when you can get them to overestimate themselves and are open to bets. Fleecing the newbies for a little cash is always worth it. And there's no way I'm going to overestimate myself and lose, right?

Confident, isn't he? Well, sounds like that's a prime opportunity for my favorite pastime, hustling the newbies for some quick cash. "Oh, really? You wanna put some money where that mouth is? You and me, one on one race, simple as can be," I offer. "I'm not warmed up, so it's more of a fair fight."

Immediately, he nods. "Y-Yeah, I'll take you on! Loser does w-whatever the winner wants for the... the rest of the day!" he stammers, so eager his brain is faster than his mouth can keep up with. This... is something different. I would've expected to fleece him for fifty bucks or whatever, not this. And he spat it out so readily, like this is something he was waiting for. Is this a trap? Is that what this is? I certainly haven't spent enough time with him yet to learn whether he'd be the type to have something planned, or if this is just a standard bet for him. Still, there's no way I can lose to this guy, right? I've seen him swim, and I'm better for sure. Whatever, if he wants to be a servant for the rest of the day, that's fine by me.

"Alright, you're on. Get ready to learn some humility, kid,"

Beachside Date With A Streamer Shark... Boy?[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/4761 - Never in my life did I expect to run into one of my favorite streamers while on vacation, just hanging out on the beach. And somehow, she looks just like her online character! Except... she's a boy? And he's flirting with me?

So, wait, this actually is Gura? Except... "But, but... you, you're..." I mutter, dumbstruck.

"A guy? Well, I dunno if you know, but sometimes we put on a little bit of a character for the Internet when we go online. Sure, I might be tellin' the truth about my age and such, but a bit of fibbing just enhances the whole thing," he explains, like the fact that Gura is actually a guy instead of a girl is the big surprise, and not that he actually has a shark tail and, apparently, is actually from Atlantis and several thousand years old. I can't even muster a response at this point, and Gura chuckles. "So, you a chumbud, then? You're lookin' real starstruck, y'know?"

The Bull Moose in Shark-Infested Waters![edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/4764 - In this exciting issue, witness The Rough Rider go mano a mano with monsterous man-eaters where others fear to tread and battle the most malicious Manchurian alive!

He recognized a sudden telltale countercurrent coming in his direction as well as the vast black shape just beneath the water which accompanied it. As it neared the surface, a distinctive fin rose up to end all doubt: it was a shark!

"Bully!" Theodore said with enthusiasm.

With a swift surge, as if it were a torpedo, the shark burst from the water in a gravity-defying leap. T.R.'s vast ecological knowledge allowed him, in the the instant that the beast flew towards him with its row-upon-row of razor sharp teeth gnashing like knives, to identify the foul creature as more than a simple river shark. This was the dreaded Hammer-headed Great White Bull Tiger, aka the Africanized Man-eater, a hybridized invasive apex predator!

Mina's BnB[edit | edit source]

"So uhm...where exactly am I staying?"

"Oh, there's a bedroom upstairs, its pretty big, and there's a bathroom attached."

Harry yawns, "Mmm, that sounds lovely..." before sleep finds him a bit sooner than expected.

Awakening in a haze, Harry feels a weight sitting on his lap, seeming to be guiding his fingertips with her own. The surface it leads across feels like very rough sandpaper, until his fingers finally settle on a very soft, fleshy-feeling surface with a tiny bump in the middle.

Harry squints his eyes in the darkness and sees Mina, looking almost expectant.

"What are you doing?" Harry sleepily remarks.

Mina brings Harry's hand up to her snout, licking the tips of his fingers. "I told you I’d teach you all about Salmon sharks, didn’t I? Just lie back and let me show you."

The Friday of Brats[edit | edit source]

6th January, 2023 - Correction needed.

Villainous Redemption Through Public Service[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/4719 - It's not every day that you're asked to go do some jobs while taking along a former scourge of the world, now turned into a weak human after being defeated by adventurers. Not that you'd be able to tell he's weak now from the way he talks...

This is just something I'm doing now, walking around one of the kingdom's forests, noting down the plants that are growing in it. All while a guy tags along that used to be a world-ending threat about a week ago, trying to resocialize him and potentially get him to a point where he can maybe get back into society.

Advisor to the Spoiled Brat Princess[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/4721 - I have been considering a story where I, a haughty and spoiled princess, am taken out of my comfort zone and must rely on a lowly companion, my stupid advisor. My speech pattern works best on Sudo, but will suffice on other services and regardless will undoubtedly show my superior attitude and demonstrate my power over the peasants. Rejoice, commoners, for the scraps of story you have been granted by the kindest and fairest of them all!

"Fine! Honestly, I don't know why I have to go to this stupid peasant village. It's so beneath me and I'm sure it'll be so boring. But if it will make them happy, then I suppose I'll go. Ugh. Whatever."

She stood from her chair quickly, causing the desk to shake as she grumbled and stomped off toward the door. I sighed silently, shaking my head at yet another temper tantrum. At the very least, she had agreed to visit. Now I would have to make sure she didn't screw it up. After all, she was frail, careless, and most of all, seemed to piss everyone off.

The Pint-sized Flasher[edit | edit source]

You glanced down, but before you could summon your version of the softball adult-speaking-to-child voice, a huge, mocking grin spread across her face. She hiked up her skirt, giving you an eyeful of her white underwear.

Pop goes the Fox & Ping goes the Weasel[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/4722 - Join me, comrade brothers, and embark on an adventure exploring the Democratic People's Republic of Korea's finest cultural contribution: The Squirrel & Hedgehog animated universe! Reject the evils of decadent Western capitalism on this exciting journey with Lt. Yeou, the vulpine right-paw of the stern commander Seungnyangi. Will a tumultuous new addition to the Wolf Unit army upset the delicate power of balance among the officer corps? Find out, in this exciting prompt!

"I think you two could really hit it off together, and learn from this whole experience. In fact, assistant Dambi, could you teach Lt. Yeou here that fascinating technique you displayed last night with those ping-pong balls?"

The weasel woman put her paws up in the clear negative, but Seungnyangi bodily pushed officer Yeou onto the stage, the fox woman nearly colliding with her mustelid rival. Lt. Yeou was silent, but began clutching at her puffed-out tail in an infantile manner. Dambi shrilly squeaked out angrily, "W-what? You can't expect me to-- with her? Just what are you expecting to see us two... do together, exactly?" Both the fox and weasel women stared with mounting disgust as their revered commanding officer raised two clawed fingers in a distinct V shape, and lasciviously slid his tongue between the digits in a gesture clearly intimating cunnilingus. Both Assistant Dambi and Lt. Yeou were left apprehensively staring at each other's bodies, as their commanding officer's unseemly request became increasingly clear to the unlikely pair. Despite their mutual hatred for each other, their most trusted leader, as well as the Wolf Unit's senior command, were all eagerly awaiting a lubricious, public lesbian sexcapade from them.

The Friday of the Christmas Season[edit | edit source]

23rd December, 2022 - Peace on /aids/ and to all a good coom.

Coming Out For Christmas[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/4694 - Christmas Eve has a magical quality about it, and it can bring people together in ways they never would have guessed. And as I find myself reading a heartfelt confession letter from my coworker, I feel that maybe this night has me in its loving grasp now as well.

But then the time to exchange presents comes, and I can spot a bit of nervousness creeping into his expression. I didn't actually expect anything from him, since this was all spur-of-the-moment and all, but he did say that he had something for me. And so, I give him the bottle of rum, and he does seem happy about receiving it. Hell, we even open it up immediately and pour ourselves some, drinking to a new year. It's a remarkably intimate moment for the two of us that have really only been coworkers at this point. We were friendly with each other, sure, but it didn't go that far, and while drinking together at a bar would be something expected, there's something about drinking alone together at his place that makes it that extra bit more close.

And that brings us to Curtis's present, which he takes from a nearby table and hands me with a nervous smile before excusing himself and heading up to his bedroom, leaving me alone with his gift... an envelope. Curious, I open it up and find only a folded sheet of paper inside. I unfold it and realize that it is in fact a letter addressed to me, so I start to read it. And what a letter it is... it's a confession, and a long one, too. A heartfelt expression of desires, kept locked inside for nearly a decade, unlocked and wishing to burst out after meeting me. It tells of late night web browsing, looking at images of women, then men. It tells of confusion and arousal. Curtis is, in fact, bisexual, and working with me, an openly gay man, has led to him realizing that he doesn't need to keep his desires for men to himself, that he can tell people, and so who better than the one that caused him to realize this in the first place?

But if this letter was just a coming-out story, that wouldn't be too crazy. It's what follows that really catches me off guard: this letter is just not a confession of him being closeted, no. He's fallen in love with me. Head over heels, for that matter...

A Simple Holiday Party For A Boring Fox[edit | edit source]

Pushing the door open, Kaylee saw that the room was crowded with anthros, most of whom were decked out in festive clothing or other decorations. Near the back, a Christmas tree stood tall in the corner, surrounded by various Christmas decorations and even an artificial snowman, sitting smugly in a chair beside it. Two chairs were placed in front of a television playing a video game with an intensely Christmas-esque title screen; one of them already occupied by a cheery-looking deer dressed in an elf costume. In front of the television was another small table, laden with finger foods and bottles of various alcoholic drinks. At the far end of the room sat a long folding table covered with paper plates of various pastries and baskets of wrapped snacks.

"Kaylee! Wow, you came!" exclaimed a silver-furred rabbit excitedly, bounding over to her. "We didn't know if you'd come." Putting on her social grace like a cheap suit, the drab red fox said, "I had to come! I wouldn't miss my first company Christmas party!" The rabbit, whose name was Sasha, pouted slightly and looked down at Kaylee's attire. "I can tell it's your first year at this company," she giggled. "You should definitely have come in something a little more… fun!" Leaning in closer, she whispered, "To be honest, you have a beautiful, richly colored coat; I was looking forward to seeing you flash a little more of it at the party." Kaylee shifted uncomfortably under her gaze. "You don't say? Well, it's not like I own anything so flashy anyway. I like being unobtrusive."

Whisking a finger up to her muzzle, the rabbit grinned, "Hmm… I think we can improvise something for you to wear then!" And with that, she took hold of Kaylee's sleeve, dragging her across the room. The fox balked for only a moment before following after her. She glanced back at the gathering of her coworkers, but all they did was smile and wave at her as she was pulled into the center of the room. Taking hold of a handful of her shirt, Sasha brought Kaylee's face closer to her own, nuzzling the fox's nose affectionately as she whispered, "First, let me get these boring business clothes off of you…"

All I want for Christmas is you...and you, and you...[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/4695 - As a mall Santa, you have a unique opportunity to have plenty of little kids sit on your lap. What will you do with that?

I didn't quite sigh in relief when the kid got up and went back to his parents; that would be unseemly from Santa, even if I'm just a mall Santa. And, honestly, probably one of the worst picks of people who could be mall Santas. The kind of guy parents probably shouldn't be having their little kids climb onto the lap of.

Jingle All The Way[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/4696 - Arnold would do anything to get his son the one toy that everyone wants, but Santa might be pushing him too far. It's Turbo-Time!

"If you want that Turbo-Man, you've gotta give Saint Nick a few licks on his candy cane."

The Friday of Economics[edit | edit source]

9th December, 2022 - But wait, there's more!

The Lizard Light[edit | edit source]

"Now it makes sense why they thought I was the perfect fit to sell these things, it fucking brainwashes people into worshiping lizards—no wonder they refused to sell these on Amazon!" She growled at the thought of how many lost sales she had over the months—all this time she had the solution in her claws!

Cheese Guard[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/4662 - The contract between an employee and employer is a sacred, bi-directional agreement that helps prevent abuse and malfeasance in the workplace. But will it be enough to keep a rat's addiction to cheese at bay?

Tonight was a particularly bad one for Penny's cheese addiction. The air in the inn was thick and hot, making the cheese sweat oil, and the rat girl sweat big beads down the crack of her fluffy ass. The heated Edam was tantalizing her powerful scent receptors, setting a small fire in Penny's fraught mind. She caught her hands fidgeting and her neck lurching to gaze back at the display of delicious cheese wheels behind her, ready for carving and consumption. She whimpered to herself in emotional tension, refusing to buckle to another belittling session of sexual punishment upon failing at her responsibilities. She kept repeating to herself that this time, things would be different.

Honey Business[edit | edit source]

Before Samantha was an inexplicable sight. An unusually aggressive swarm of bees were congregating nearby, visibly upset at her presence. Each of the buzzing insects sported a bulbous, fleshy stinger, turgid and throbbing with hostile intent. The amateur apiarist let out a girlish shriek upon noticing the deep, dusky hue of their phallic protuberances, grimly realizing her entire hive had been Africanized overnight! Their engorged extensions outsized the little bees by several magnitudes, their wings having to beat with extraordinary determination to keep the heavy schlongs aloft.

The Succulent Hearth[edit | edit source]

The rookie trader shook his head, his face brushing against Iina's intoxicating bosom. "You didn't really look like you had a way for me to get out of this," Martin mumbled into her chest, his cheeks burning as he came to realize where his head was. He didn't dare move. A gentle giggle and tug at the nape of his neck from Iina forced him to face the doting demoness. The glow of Iina's eyes seemed more intense, even her skin seemed to be glowing faintly as she held him close.

"I do have a way for you to get your investment back. And well...maybe you could turn a slight profit, as well, Iina said, holding up a raised finger to stop Martin from interjecting. She continued, "I can buy the produce off of you for whatever you paid for it. How-ev-er! For that to work out for me, I must ask a massive favor from you. It's nothing humiliating or outright dangerous, mind you," Iina explained, one hand cupping Martin's cheek as her silky smooth thumb brushed along the trader's bottom lip, her voice growing breathier with every word.

The Friday of Incompetence[edit | edit source]

11th November, 2022 - How Waltonesque! Incompetence Friday received zero prompts; based and metafictionpilled.

The Friday of Halloween[edit | edit source]

28th October, 2022 - Do not open it.

A Halloween Treat[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/4572 - You’re met with a very special treat in the form of two young girls looking to make some extra cash on All Hallow’s Eve.

“How about a treat, then?” I respond, opening the door farther to pass her some candy. It’s only when my front door is fully open that I notice another girl standing beside the young princess. My throat immediately dries up when I stare at the second trick-or-treater, and it feels like a Herculean effort just to keep breathing. Dressed as a witch with hat and choker to match, is the most beautiful young girl I’ve ever seen—she’s clearly underage and can’t be older than fourteen.

“A treat, huh?” the teen says, her eyes meeting mine. The slight smirk that crosses her face while we hold eye contact tells me that she knows exactly what kinds of thoughts I’m currently having. “Lexi and I have some treats of our own if you’re interested…”

Frankenstein Builds a Bride[edit | edit source]

Contrary to the popular impression that noble birth and affluence entirely relieve one of strife in the acquisition of romantic companionship, the proper ritual of courtship remained evasive to me. Perhaps it was the admittedly obsessive nature of my work ethic that drove my severe disposition which women found so disagreeable. After many years of enduring such persistent lonesomeness, a most opportune convergence in my aims presented itself. If happenstance would not deliver a bride into my arms, I was in the unique position of being able to create one.

An Eventful Halloween Knight[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/4575 - Dress for the job you want, not the job you have. This Halloween, Jonas dressed himself up in a silly, foil knight’s outfit, but will he be able to rise to the role when challenged?

The huge dragon fished out a silver carafe of water and poured it down his exposed crotch, holding him around his broad back in one large paw, her claws hooked under his armpits. Once he’d been doused in several splashes of cold water, the controlling dragoness deftly lowered him down onto a pile of golden coins, before slamming down beside him. Jonas let out a little squeak of fright as the huge, purple-scaled drake curled a weighty arm around his bared midsection, snuggling him close to her smooth chest. “You know, it’s customary among dragonkind to devour a losing knight after– Look, okay, I realize you aren’t catching on with the roleplaying. I’m talking about a blowjob. I’m going to use my mouth on your penis, human. Now lay back.”

Bare, Fluffy Haunt[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/4577 - An unfortunate Pomeranian finds herself dwindling in cover as she stalks a haunted house and avoids leering eyes

The Pomeranian could barely keep her disdain off her face as she tried to stay in character, pretending to be terrified. “Please save me, please…”

Perhaps it was because she was focused on staying in character, but Jenny completely failed to notice the male’s claw slip past the bars of her cage to hook under the torn fabric around her breasts. The female dog let out a genuine shriek this time as she felt the shitty material, burlap or whatever, come apart. Her boobs fell free of her tattered top, bouncing out in front of the trio of drunkards, as it fell away into his paw. They all stood frozen for a moment, staring at Jenny’s exposed chest before erupting into hoots and shouts.

The Coomer Out of Space[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/4580 - An experimentally modified Zeta Reticulan drone is sent on her very first mission. She has come, for cum. Will the busty alien girl succeed in her mission to harvest Earth’s inhabitants of their precious seed? Or will the perils of Earth prove to be too much for the grey skinned shortstack?

“Your mission is simple. We simply wish to test your ability to perform a routine sample gathering task. You are to collect 3 viable genetic samples from 3 different vertibrates down on Earth. Only 2 rules apply to your mission. Do not give Zeta Reticulan technology or sensitive information to Humans or hostile species. Do not interfere with any other space faring species while down on Earth,” Mother Computer said plainly as the saucer went through it’s pre flight diagnostic. Soon the single seat craft hovered in to the air and slowly floated over towards the front of the edge of the hangar. JE-5 couldn’t help but squeak with excitement as her ship slipped in to open space and she was sent on her very first invasion mission.

The Friday of Tomboys[edit | edit source]

14th October, 2022 - Let’s make prompts about “boys”.

Busty Batty Bootylicious Bully[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/4529 - With great power, comes great responsibility. And with great ass, comes great interest from the boys at the local gym.

“Hey, I’m, really dehydrated, could I get a sip?”

The avian nearly tripped fetching the water for the unusually friendly cutie before him, handing it over with an ingratiating smile on his beaked face. Nell really was rather parched after a night of hard dancing, drugs, and a few drinks, and she didn’t find it hard to gulp down most of the bottle’s contents. The bat drank from the bottle with intentional lasciviousness, working her long tongue about it until streaks of spit connected from the plastic nipple to her fur-lined black lips. She squeezed out the last few dregs over her face and breast, relishing in the cooling water running over her already sweaty fur. The watching four began sitting down or leaning forward conspicuously, their gym shorts inadequate at concealing their rising interest in this moistened female. “Awh shucks, tapped out! I’ll get you some more, thaaanks!” The chiropteran chittered as she walked away with a strut to her step.

Mountain Retreat[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/4534 - Tending bar in the sweltering summer heat is downright unbearable, especially with how overworked I am. So when a regular tells me for the fifth time that week that I need to just throw in the towel and go on a vacation with him, I finally accept. Now I find myself out on the foot of a large mountain range in the countryside, surrounded by forest, in a comfortable little log cabin, and it seems I can finally breathe again. And hell, the guy’s pretty cute too…

“Why are you offering me this?” I ask him, wondering what exactly his game is.

Paul takes a moment, then looks me square in the eyes. “I like you, Art. Why do you think I come to this fucking place? Because it’s not the drinks, and it sure as fuck ain’t the decor, if you know what I mean. You’re a good guy, and I think you deserve a hell of a lot better than this dump. Job market sucks, I know, so I feel like I’m doing my part helping you out here,” he explains.

…Fuck it. Fuck it! I guess I really don’t have much to lose here, so I give him a nod and get up from behind the bar, grabbing the sleeping guy and dumping him out of the door.

The Island With The Lonely Crow[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/4533 - Shipwrecked on a cold island in the north sea, you find yourself stranded and alone with a wild native girl who wears a haunting crow mask. As the stormy season approaches, you must rely on her for survival, but will necessity bloom in to something more?

I watched as she stood atop that cliff. She stood naked, clad only in that same iconographic crow mask she always wears. Though I was too far away to make out much detail it is obvious she is quite fit. Her body is muscular, athletic, which I assume must be a necessity to live in such a rough environment. I watched as she dove from the top of that cliff. You should have seen it! She danced off the edge, a motion she had likely done a thousand times. Her honed body plummeted down that 80 foot cliff down in to the crushing sea below. I tell you honestly that I thought her dead then. Her body disappeared in to the sea foam at the bottom of that cliff and she remained beneath the dark glass waves for what seemed like ages. When she came back up I could see that there was a rather large trophy fish on the end of her spear! I stood and I clapped. I cheered long and hard, whooping and waving my arms in delight as she carried her well earned protein back to shore. I needed her to know that someone, some other living soul, had witnessed her incredible skill. I have never seen such an incredible display of human athleticism! Even the bravest divers on the university team would have balked at such a leap, and to do it and come back up with an award worthy trophy fish! Astounding. She is absolutely astounding.

Taming the Beasts in Me[edit | edit source]

Her precious. precocious monster pack-mates had proven themselves during the earlier battles, her mythic beasts most of all. The dignified, monstrous canines deserved a special treat for all the hard work and wounds they’d endured on her behalf, and 8x11 Printer Paper knew just how to pamper her fiendish pooches. As the devoted beast tamer delved into the kennels of her nether realm holdout, she could smell the musk of animals, a welcoming scent by her reckoning. The demon girl was still wearing her usual attire of baggy leggings held aloft by suspenders, with only a tight, black bikini top and bottom to cover her slender frame, as well as two paw-shaped pauldrons connecting the elaborate outfit together. 8x11 Printer Paper’s spiky, red dreadlocks and whipping lion’s tail gave her a ferocious, bestial appearance, that helped her develop a kindred spirit with her animal charges. She could hear them baying down below, sensing her approach before seeing their beloved mistress.

Battle for Your Heart[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/4538 - Akako is my best friend, the catgirl who’s always had my back as far back as I can remember. Lately, though, I feel as though we could be something more—and I think she might feel it too. So, what’s two socially inept people to do but challenge each other to a contest as an excuse to get closer?

Akako hadn’t changed much over the years, I thought—her personality was still rough and rebellious, the same exact catgirl who broke the nose of the schoolhouse bully who pushed me off the curly slide when we both were seven. She still wore her hair the same way too, short and just a bit too far on the side of untidy to ever be considered respectable. Her adorable catlike ears that swiveled with her mood were just as inviting as ever. I knew how much she loved having them touched, how the sweet side of her crept out with a soft purr as she hugged me close. It was a dream that…

My gaze flashed downward to Akako’s green eyes, narrowed mirthfully as one of her characteristic smug smiles spread across her face. I opened my mouth to say something, but she spoke first:

“Beat ya to the finish line, cunt!”

Manticourting: An Isekai Tail[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/4539 - What a lot of people don’t realize is, that for every frustrated, lonely man out there wishing for the perfect partner, there’s another unsual entity out there, pining for the exact same thing.

Petey was miserably sobbing, trying to think of some prayer to increase his chances at a good afterlife. The manticore girl heaved off from her protective stance over him, drawing up into a looming, four-legged squat. She quizzically tilted her maned head to the side, big eyes glittering with curiosity and reflecting the cavern’s glowing fungi with brilliant luminosity. Petey scrambled to the cave’s wall, not daring to run, and stared back at the hodge-podge features of the thing before him. It had a feminine shape to her humanoid mid-section, tawny fur giving way to pale, creamy skin around her toned midriff. But her limbs and other features were quite bestial, equipped with the same chiropteran wings and scorpion tail of his earlier pursuer. However, this beast woman had a sweet, almost beautiful cast to her feline featured face, and her eyes shone with intelligence, and perhaps even kindness.

The Importance of College Sports[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/4541 - Some people consider college sports a distraction from the true pursuit of academic excellence, but honing the body goes along with honing the mind, and striving for excellence on the field often translates to success in the classroom.

Lexi looked up at Alexa and shook her head.

“Hmmm, let me guess, you want to go head first? Alright, I guess that’s fine. But be warned, I’m going to try to push your head down my throat as deep as I can, then fit your shoulders and tits in. Once your tits are half-way in my mouth, I’m going to slow down to really enjoy the process. You’re going to feel every inch of my mouth and throat constricting you, and you’ll have no choice but to endure it. And remember, you can fight back if you want, but I’ll just make it worse for you if you resist. So, how about it? Head, or feet first?”

Lexi looked down at the ground, and said “Head.”

Alexa nodded. “Alright, then give me your hands, and get ready to be swallowed!”

The Tomboy from the Black Lagoon[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/4544 - While trying to find some respite at your family’s lakeside cabin you have an encounter with a playful, yet unsettling, fish girl. Will you have some fun with her on a moonlit night? Or will she drag you to the inky depths of the lake, never to be heard from again?

“Dude, can I bum one of those beers?” the person asks in a croaky kind of voice. It sounds high and feminine and you relax a bit as you realize that this is probably just some girl out for a midnight swim on the lake. It is strange, though, that you hadn’t noticed her approaching, or that she hadn’t said anything up until now. You were pretty caught up in your own world there for a minute. Not surprising you wouldn’t notice some hippie chick swimming up to the dock.

“Uh, sure,” you say somewhat awkwardly as you take a beer from the six pack and place it on the edge of the dock for the girl to take. The girl swims up and practically snatches the brew off of the dock. Though the night is dark you could swear that her hands looked webbed as she grabbed the beer can. As she cracks open the beer you confirm it, getting a good look in the dim light of the moon of the translucent membrane between each of her fingers. Is it some kind of new rich kid swimming aid glove? It’s the only explanation you can think of at the moment.

“Yo, thanks bro. Been a few moons since I snagged a cold brew,” the odd girl says as she swims right up to the dock and looks up at you with very big, and very reflective eyes.

Patricia Tannis On Pandora: A Borderlands Story[edit | edit source]

“Arrrgh…Y-You little shit! Fuck off!” Carla grimaced in anger and disgust. She was futilely struggling against the painful ‘love bites’ the vicious dog-monster was using to incrementally work her huge body into its stomach lining. In between failed attempts, Carla managed to lean over, pull away her captive hand and punch the offending creature on its trifold jaws. This didn’t dissuade the Skag, however, who would just go back to methodically working Carla’s soft, wide buttocks and belly into it’s slimy, flexible gut.

“Nngghh…Oh god! Can’t you shut up?” Patricia yelled, finally losing her temper.

The Friday of Students and Teachers[edit | edit source]

30th September, 2022 - Let’s make prompts about the student becoming the master.

Nocturne For Solo Violin[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/4450 - The life of a violin teacher that specializes in tough cases is one that, well, indeed brings some tough cases, but none like this one. A former child prodigy pressured to perform and bullied to the point of having both his wrists and his spirit shatter, now coming to me a decade later, wracked by depression and anxiety. It will be a tough time bringing him back, but I think I can do it.

With a sigh, he turns to face me, trepidation in his eyes. “I… I know. There’s no reason I should be afraid of playing in front of like thirty random people in a high school gym. But…” he trails off with another heavy sigh.

Wrapping my arms around him, I pull him a bit closer, placing a soft peck on his forehead. “I know. It’s been such a hard road for you, coming all this way. But you’ve done such a good job so far, and I know you’re going to do well here, too. You’re the best student I’ve ever had, Matthew. I want you to know that. And you’re gonna go out there and show the world that you’re back. Not a little kid pushed by his parents to succeed, but a man that’s doing it on his own, for the love of music,” I say, patting his back. We then hear the applause coming from the gym across the hall. “Looks like it’s time. Knock ‘em dead; I know you can do it.”

Angling For Trout[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/4469 - You are a beginning fly fisherman, on the water for the first time with your taciturn guide Boone: a quiet and watchful girl who’s been in woods and water all her life. There’s a mayfly hatch on and the trout are rising. Tight lines!

After pulling on waders (yours spanking new, Boone’s worn and patched), Boone led you through the brush to here: this little stream where the gentle gurgles of water and the sun shining through aspen almost make you believe you’re out in real wilderness.

Boone pulls out some ziplock bags from her vest. “I prepared a couple of rigs,” she says. “One is a dry fly: Parachute Adams. The other is a dry dropper: a stimulator and a bead-head pheasant tail nymph. Which do you prefer?”

“Um,” you say.

Boone looks at you. “Let’s try the dry dropper, then.”

Makayla’s Problem[edit | edit source]

Makayla puts a hand under her chin, seeming to think about this for a moment, and then breaks out into a wide smile. “I’m suuuuper good at keeping secrets, “Mr. Cunningham…” she says, putting two hands on my desk and leaning in at just the right angle to let me see down her blouse from my chair.

“Makayla! If you don’t cut this nonsense out, I’m going to have to call your parents!” This threat elicits a giggle from the schoolgirl who then pulls herself up onto my desk and flops down on it lazily, kicking off her shoes and letting her skirt hike up enough that her white cotton panties are all too visible.

“All my friends already lost theirs, I’m the only one left out!” she whines, swinging her dangling feet with all the anger of a sexually pent-up preteen.

Their virginities?

Caught Cheating[edit | edit source]

“Mr. Rogers,” the annoyed badger behind the teacher’s desk grumbled. “Enough. You’ve made your point, although I would have appreciated if you’d done so without making such a scene.” He then turned his attention toward the green-scaled reptile. “Miss Harrison, you should be ashamed of yourself,” he said condescendingly, fixing her with a stern glare. “I don’t know how long this has been going on, but this obviously puts you in serious academic jeopardy. Until we sort out the issue, I’ll ask you to surrender your skirt to prevent any further cheating.”

Mountain Field Trip[edit | edit source]

Her tell-tale dancing and leg crossing alerts me to the issue before my young student even speaks up. Nodding to the other teacher to continue down the trail with the rest of our students, I turn back to my shy little flower. “Do you have to use the bathroom, Alice?”

“Noooo,” the little girl cries, hugging herself and trying in vain to hide her desperation from me.

Private Tutoring[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/4488 - Hannah needs special tutoring to finish her homework and work through the problem of her crush on her teacher.

I don’t even manage to get in two knocks on her door before Hannah swings it open, giving me a radiant grin that causes my mouth to dry up and my throat to tighten. “Hey…” she says, taking my hand and leading me inside. I’m all too aware of my student’s current attire—she’s wearing a sheer pink nightgown that barely hides the things it should be covering. I don’t want to think about it, but I’m almost certain she’s not wearing a bra underneath it either.

“Where are your parents, Hannah, I thought you said they got done working by five?”

Continuing to tug me deeper into the house, Hannah giggles, “Yeah, but they’re on vacation all this week…”

God, this little vixen is going to be the death of me.

Special Lessons[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/4481 - Your loving and protective mother has become your teacher! But her unconventional homeschooling techniques may not be board certified.

“But, Mom…” you opened your eyes to see her leaning over your bed, the angle perfect to let you see the deep valley of her bountiful cleavage.

“No ‘buts’, mister,” she said with a mock sternness and a giggle, “I know you’re all tuckered out after our fun time last night, but we can’t let what we do get in the way of your education, even as a homeschool student. Today is your first day of lessons with Mommy. I know you’ve already learned a lot, but it’s formal now. So, wake up, my good boy, and today I’ll be your Mommy and your teacher. Okay?”

Wendlets[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/4467 - A good mother will do anything for her children, but sometimes, that means teaching them the hard lessons about life.

The upset cub finally grew tired of watching, and yelled out at his occupied mother in alarm, “Mother! Mother, this one is too big! I don’t want to see this! I don’t want to hurt them, what are they? This is wrong!” The wide eyed little wendigo scowled, “They’re different, like us.”

His sister calmed him down with a soothing whisper, “They’re not bad, but we need to eat.”

Leroy’s Draconic Adventure[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/4466 - Some people will do anything for fame, and what better way to get famous than showing people something they’ve never seen before?

“Y-Yeah, I guess. Um, so you’ve been here a while? Nobody’s come here to rescue you or anything, even if you like, beam psychic messages, or whatever? That doesn’t sound good…” Leroy’s voice was whining and plaintive as he clutched his knocking knees for emotional support. The sun was setting now, and a chill was settling over the mountainous region.

<Yes! Exactly, smart human! We’re both in quite a situation, but luckily, we can help each other! I’ve had some time to think it over, and there’s really only one way for a creature your size to escape this troubling pitfall; you’ll have to escape to the cavern below… through me. Are you following, Leroy?> Rakothan’s projected voice was booming in Leroy’s mind, but also calming and comforting simultaneously.

However, when Leroy thought about the strange request for a moment, he sputtered out indignantly, “Wait, through you? ‘Through you’? What the fuck do you mean, ‘through you’? W-What are you getting at? R-Rakothan? Mr. Dragon?”

Love and Lamaze[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/4468 - When Frank receives a strange request from his wife to visit a Lamaze class tailored to her unique needs as a fox woman, how could he say no to the love of his life?

“Alright, learners. Today’s lesson is going to focus on the ‘feet-first’ Lamaze unbirthing process. Start by grasping your unbirthing mate by their ankles, or have a partner do so for you. Focus, then, on dilating and relaxing your vaginal muscles and diaphragm,” Marjorie’s wizened-seeming voice intoned, as she strutted about the circle to make sure the predatory women were lining up properly with their victims. Claire shot Frank an expectant look with her big, innocent eyes, and he couldn’t help but whimper while reluctantly repositioning the poor rabbit woman for what lay ahead.

Gal Gobbed by Blob Globglogabgalab[edit | edit source]

The Globglogabgalab was a master of gluttonous feasting, and forcefully urged the struggling teacher into his wet gob, lewd squelching noises ringing out across the library as the flute and drum medley continued, a grim accompaniment to the voracious consumption taking place. The teacher never stood a chance before the hungry, seemingly-mystical entity, who’s body flexed and adjusted around the still-moving body of its living prey. Ernie swore he could see the outline of Ms. Doyle’s screaming face, bulging out from within the fleshy confines of the Globglogabgalab, lost amidst the sharp corner profiles of several books in his expanding gut.

Learning the Ins-and-Outs of Fantastical Biology[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/4471 - It’s often difficult for a substitute professor to maintain the tempo of a semester’s schedule, but in an introductory level course, a little flexibility is allowed.

“Vanna dear, could you sit on this stool here?” The huge drake reached over and dragged the chair from the professor’s desk, dragging it over and guiding the dark-haired lass to sit down on the backless seat. “Right, let’s get these nasty glasses off, won’t be needing them,” Dr. Saphixa said casually, as she plucked the student’s wire-rim glasses off and tossed them aside. Vanna yelped out in alarm as her spectacles were taken, suddenly seeming far less enthusiastic about whatever acquiring the ‘easy A’ entailed.

Doing Onto Others: The Story of Sister BLACKED[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/4472 - Convents are often a place of last resort for desperate women, and none are more desperate for a helpful hand than Bella. However, the nuns at the local priory are about to findout Belladonna needs far more than just a hand to get out of her predicament with the devil.

“Don’t fight me; just go with it, come on honey, let me show you something special,” Bella huskily whispered, before grabbing about the pale nun’s head and forcefully dragging her back. Angela tried to wrestled out from Bella’s grasp, but found her strength was surprisingly no match for the slender, young woman behind her. The molested nun was just about to scream out in pure indignation, before Bella promptly made that impossible. Just as Angela was about to scream out, Bella slammed her dark, bushy crotch down upon the taller woman’s sputtering face.

A Big Lesson About Respecting Boundaries[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/4473 - Myrna the aged and battle-scarred elven paladin believes she knows everything about overcoming adversity. However, on the trail of a dangerous necromancer who’s absconded into an enchanted realm, known as the ‘Forest of Lights’, Myrna may find out she’s bitten off more than she can chew. The paladin and her human squire are about to find out that big trouble can come in tight, little packages.

Enoch visibly paled as the small drake began licking her lips after making the obscene bequest, the corners of Swick’s wide mouth oozing with strands of syrupy drool. “P-Prey? You cant… you can’t be serious, you don’t intend to…? She’s twice your size at least!” Enoch exclaimed, both flabbergasted and horrified as the little monster’s intentions became clear.

“Oh, you let me worry about the ‘logistics’ of all that. Heck, we can make it like a gamble! I get to keep what I can stuff down! Now, get my treat unwrapped, or I’ll consider going for scrawny desserts!” the voracious little dragoness squeaked, smacking her scaled lips for emphasis

Barking Up The Right Tree[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/4476 - Academia is all about making sacrifices, enriching the global font of knowledge for everyone’s sake. However, can a failing young student be expected to take her final plunge into the pages of scientific history?

Willow was reluctant at first, but the werewolf was clearly stronger, and after some forceful shoving and nipple-tweaking the pale girl obsequiously climbed up on the cold examination table and crouched down low before the werewolf, a terrified and humiliated expression on her pretty, freckled face. “Right then, you gentlemen may wish to watch close, as you will be quite surprised to see just how snug and secure a pose I can manipulate a woman into. Please take a moment to pay respects to my prey, as she will be suffering immensely throughout the entire process, but this is mostly unavoidable to maintain fidelity for your viewing benefit. Alright, let’s begin, time to curl up now, Willow–I mean prey.”

‘Stay’ Boy[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/4477 - Teaching your canine companion obedience from an early age is critical to ensure a healthy relationship between pet and person. Especially when your hound is large enough to potentially pose a danger to others.

“Very well,” Gwen sighed, seeing no way around the assignment Kane had given her. “I shall go inside of Maxwell’s maw, as ordered… if you absolutely insist.”

Gwen turned and knelt down before the dire wolf-dog. She held her breath, as Maxwell’s gigantic fangs came within inches of her behind. The beast’s dark eyes seemed to show affection, and Gwen had to fight the urge to release the gasp trapped in her throat.

“Good boy!” Kane cheered, as he gave the elven woman an affectionate pat on the head. “Keep your eyes on me! That’s it, great Maxwell.”

As soon as Gwen felt Kane’s hand push down on her shoulders, she kneeled down and lowered herself towards the dire wolf-dog’s snout.

“Here we go!” Kane said, as he pressed Gwen into Maxwell’s mouth, while at the same time holding the elf woman’s body steady by the shoulders.

Teaching Haku to Take Responsibility[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/4478 - Haku the dwarf dragon has long enjoyed an unchallenged reign of terror over the hapless maidens he oft consumes. However, when his long-time human friend, Magnus, grows dissatisfied with Haku’s wantonly sadistic habits, the mage decides to teach the haughty drake an unforgettable lesson in taking responsibility for the lives he extinguishes. Will Haku be able to rise to the challenge of children?

Magnus rolled his eyes at his friend’s antics, before pushing the sacrificial elf far enough down for the dragon to resume the initiative.>

“There we go Haku. You’re a bloated, fat, dumb, stunted lizard, you know that? You just take from anyone you can, anyone you think is weaker than you. Now, finish with your sadistic meal,” Magnus said, feeling vindicated about his act of defiance. Haku made a note of it, but was in the midst of pushing the girl down farther.

Wily Evil Arrogant Slutty Engorged Lass[edit | edit source]

Chrissy instantly burst into tears, replying, “Y-you want to what?!”

Bella said bluntly, “Yes, Chrissy. I want to push your big, thick skull up my ass. Now shut up so I can explain how we’re going to do this.” Bella gave a satisfied smirk, as she explained the logistics of their plan to insert Chrissy into her gut, and then proceeded to go over everything they would need

Splash Zone Seating[edit | edit source]

  • https://aetherroom.club/4487 - Sealand Aquatic Park has garnered increasing controversy as of late, due to concerns over animal cruelty. Eager to shake this damning stigma, the park has shifted the focus of national opinion towards their aquatic attractions, by featuring human cruelty!

The show started with hushed, murmuring crowds stacked on bleacher seats, all surrounding a shallow, central pool. A cheery redheaded woman named Amy was wearing a wetsuit, marking her as one of the park’s employees. “Hello, Sealand visitors! I’m so excited to introduce today’s featured event, our birthday boy!” As the giddy presenter continued, a splash signaled the emerging presence of Inky, the big octopus appearing as eager as ever to begin his female feast. “As you all know, today is Inky’s third birthday! Our courageous and endangered cephalopod friend here has steadily crown up into quite the sight, and we’re eager to put him to the test!”

Jacked Up Old Mansion[edit | edit source]

She turned to him upon finishing, shrugging her shoulders and saying, “What? Fuck whatever was going on there… W-What do you think WAS going on there!?”

Jack felt overwhelmed in the moment, not knowing how to respond. He felt singled out, as if whatever malevolent spirit was hounding them was targeting him now. “I dunno… I feel like, like there’s this mark of doom on me. I’m glad you broke that stupid radio, the shitty thing’s noise was hurting my head… I keep hearing that song,” Jack’s voice sounded pained and distracted as he spoke. Spooked, but still intent on finding their friends, the pair continued exploring through the house.

The Friday of Human and Non-Human Relationships[edit | edit source]

16th September, 2022 - Let’s make prompts about finding common ground with the inhuman.