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I mean, if you think about it, a dungeon full of weird porn traps is kind of ideal for a D&D lich. Depending on what specific version of the rules we're talking about, their natural immunities encompass paralysis, poison, ability drain, fatigue, all mind-altering effects, and anything that forces a Fortitude/Constitution save, which notably includes nearly all polymorph effects. They could fill a dungeon with goofy TF traps and hypno shit and not even need to remember what they put where because they're not affected by any of it. Awkward if you ever have non-undead guests, of course, but such is the price of convenience!

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doggie…

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(1000 words, hypnosis, 1 willing + 1 unwilling)

The clock strikes midnight, and I'm back. My hypnotized and rewired mind snaps back into form, my free will and individuality restored. I shake off the lingering embers of enforced obedience and think back on all the memories of helpless submission, treated like a pet, used as a toy and an object of comfort...

What a great year.

Around me, other souls are bustling about; enemies that fought to the death fondly reminicing, long-term friends chatting about their plans, and lots of people already floating over to the gates of good and evil to get started early.

I end up in that last category as my friend drags me along. "Come on, let's get in before the evil team is full!"

"Alright, alright!" I chuckle. "Sheesh, there's no rush."

"There sure is! I missed that magic axe by a SECOND last year, if I'd just gotten that... I'm DEFINITELY being Overlord this time!"

I let them drag me through the evil gate, and flesh begins to form around me, a body for my soul as I'm flung through the wormhole and into the world again...

We wake up in a dungeon, a fairly typical starting place for bad guys. We get up and check out our little imp bodies. "Demons, huh?" my friend says. "Been a while. Come on, let's hurry and find some souls to eat, I can't stay an imp for too long or I'll get left behind!"

"What about looting this room?"

"Well OBVIOUSLY that comes first!" They're already digging through a treasure chest, tossing aside mundane swords and oversized armor.

I look around and pick a cupboard to start looting. Naturally it's full of dishes, but there's a few coins tucked in the corners, a suspiciously dagger-shaped kitchen knife, the usual. The start of a year is always so frantic and busy, I don't like it. But my friend helps me out so much, putting in some effort is the least I can do in return. At least until they get strong enough that I'm useless. Either that or- Oh, score!

I hear the chest shut and my friend approach. "Found an dark magic spellbook, but not much else. Did you find anything in- ... Jeez, already~? Really~?"

I turn toward them with a bright smile on my face and a glowing collar around my neck, and promptly drop to my knees. "How may I serve you, master?" I ask cheerfully, the magic of the collar already making the words feel natural.

"Let's just keep looting this dungeon, minion, I'll have time to play with you later."

"Yes, master!" With the promise of play from my master, I obediently stand and leave the room-

"Aaaactually," my master says, tugging me back with their tail around my collar, "now that I think about it, I need to test out this spellbook~ Be a good lab rat and stand still. Riiiight... here."

"Yes, master." I stand and smile, waiting as master flips through the spellbook's pages.

"... Ahh, that's a nice one. Ahem! F#*FL, JA)@LGHA^&, LA*&#$LK^H!!" The incantation rings throughout the room, and dark clouds appear at my feet. Inky black tentacles surge upward and wrap around me, grabbing my arms and legs and lifting me into the air. With each wave of master's hand, the tentacles shift and squish me.

Master chuckles. "This has gotta be a new record for you. That was, what, three minutes with control over your own thoughts? You just keep getting better at cursing yourself~" Master steps forward, stroking a hand down my cheek.

I sigh with delight at master's glorious touch. "Thank you, master."

Their tail weaves past the tentacles to loop around my own. "Oh, don't thank me yet~ We're just getting star- FACK!"

Something knocks master away, some kind of net. They thrash around inside, but it seems to have tied itself closed around them.

"Well well well," a imp standing in the doorway says, "looks like there's some bonus loot in this room!"

"Minion!" master shouts. "Attack!"

I dash toward the intruder and throw a punch! Which actually means I just wiggle around in the tentacles' grasp. "I can't," I tell master, smiling wider.

The intruder steps inside and picks up master's dropped spellbook. "Dark magic? Nice. And it's already being put to good use." With the spellbook in hand, a beckoning gesture makes the tentacles move me close to them. "And a cursed collar, huh? Fine by me, saves me the trouble of hypnotizing you myself." They tug on my collar and stare me in the eyes. "Look at me. I'M your master now~ Got it?"

Normally, I manage a bit more loyalty toward my friend, but... "Yes, master."

"OH YOU TRAITOROUS SLUT!" they shout, helpless inside the net.

"Sorry minion #2," my new master says, "but you're not in any position to be giving orders."

"Oh we'll see who's the minion when I get out of this!"

"Damn right." New master reaches into a pouch and throws some powder onto old master. Old master coughs, then breathes more calmly, thrashing dying down, face going blank. With a touch from new master, the net unwinds itself, leaving old master kneeling on the ground.

"Stand up, minion #2."

Minion #2 stands.

"Good. Now let's see, gotta condition you before the powder wears off..."

"Can you please condition me too, master?" I ask, suspended in the tentacles.

"You've got the collar, you don't need conditioning."

"Pleeeease~?" I make the biggest puppydog eyes I can; there's nothing I crave more than being shaped and used for master's desires.

"Alright, fine, since you begged so nicely~" Master waves their hand, and the tentacles drop me on my butt. "Get over here, minion #1."

I rush over and stand beside my fellow minion, smiling brightly next to their blank expression.

"Alright," master says, putting a hand on each of our heads. "You two little imps are going to be my loyal, obedient slaves as I conquor this world. You will gather loot for me, be useful distractions in battle, and when you're too weak to matter anymore, you'll be nothing but my blissful little pleasure-toys~ Understood?"

I nod eagerly, mind already reshaping itself. "Yes, master!" I can't believe I managed to win the game in less than 10 minutes.

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You didn't need all of those candles right? Besides, everyone knows birthdays are more fun when you're little (and fluffy)~!

Happy birthday, Joltink! (featuring SgtPieman & Mato)

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I'm a happy dad 😌

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nefarious mew plush tempts you with a ringing bell

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Here we are. Welcome home, little buddy! Just sit tight in my arms, I'll show you around.

Here's the kitchen, and your bowls. I make plenty of leftovers, so you're gonna have a lot more than just kibble! And I got one of those fancy thingamajigs for your water bowl to keep it full and fresh for ya.

Here's the living room. Let me just sit down here, ahh... Comfy in my lap? Good, because we'll be spending a lot of time here! Got a bed for you too. I made sure to get one big enough for you, but I kinda overshot it, heh heh. Right behind it is the AC unit. And in winter I'll move it in front of the fireplace for you. Gotta make sure you're comfortable if I'm not around.

And here's the bedroom! Not sure yet about letting you sleep on the bed, don't want you jumping off and hurting yourself or anything, so I got you a kennel. Here, let me set you down so you can try it out.

Comfy, right? Packed it with spare blankets, plus one more over the top as a curtain. A cozy little slumber-cave for ya! And it looks like you agree, heh. Now come on, there's a couple more rooms to show you.

... Pet? You coming out?

No?

Well, it is getting late. And you've certainly had an eventful day. You just wanna..? Heh, okay, guess it's bedtime early. I'll just close the kennel door for you and flip the curtain over it... There.

Goodnight, pet. Hope you like your new home.

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Vore(+feet), 800 words

Before me, a bound and helpless sneasel, blushing as it gives little squirms, wiggling like a worm on a hook. I raise my foot up, aim right at their desperate, subby face, and-

Leap backward when the door suddenly opens!

"Hey, I'm back early," Bay says. "Meeting was shorter than expected." He walks over to the sneasel, the pair's eyes locked like lovers. "Didn't get to have lunch, but looks like someone got a nice snack prepped and ready for me~" He picks them up, and my plaything disappears down the turtle's maw.

As the princess flirts with the purring bulge in his belly, I'm left to slump down on the bed. I didn't get to enjoy the sneasel at all for the past two days, and now today he lets me do allll the setup, get all excited for it, just to steal it from me. "It's not fair..."

"Did you say something, imp~?" Bay asks threateningly.

"I said it's not fair! You said I'd get to use the sneasel-toy, but then I didn't get the chance to actually DO anything." I cross my arms and huff. "It's not fair."

"Aww, sorry about that~" Bay grabs me and hugs me against his fat gut. "I'll let you have a turn when I'm done."

Oh wow, real reassuring. Sloppy seconds with a spit-covered barely-conscious toy. And that's assuming he decides to let it out TODAY instead of going to sleep with it in his stomach. I'm so sick of this. Of being denied and tormented, over and over, even when I play by his stupid rules! I'm not just going to accept this! "Let me in."

"What?"

"You said I'd get to play with it, so keep your word! Let me in so I can have my fun!"

"... Okay. But only if you ask properly~"

I take a breath. "Please let me in so I can play with the sneasel toy."

Bay chuckles. "Almost, almost. I want you to say, 'please eat me, princess.'"

I'm certainly not happy about it, but... "Please eat me, princess." I've gotten used to this kind of humiliation.

"Good snack~" He pats my head to add a bit more insult, then I force myself to stay still as he picks me up and shoves my face into his mouth. He licks over me, but fortunately makes it quick; I guess a magicless demon doesn't have much flavor. I still get all covered in spit before my head gets squeezed into his throat, absurdly tight as his fucked-up body somehow stretches to fit me. At least it's soft in here. Tight enough that I can't move, but soft enough to be comfortable. I MEAN! It's. Not uncomfortable, at least.

I try to relax as the throat's undulations push me deeper into Bay's control. Further into helplessness. Closer to my prize. Until finally, it squeezes me through a tight hole and presses me up against a mound of wet fur.

"I-Impy?"

"Ugh, yup. Jeez, is it even slimier in here than in the mouth? How can you ENJOY this?"

"Well, it's an acquired, heh, taste... Sorry your first time is pretty cramped."

"Yeah. The only way this could feel more cramped is if a pair of feet were shoving my face into the stomach wall~"

"... Um- Mmph!" It's awkward shifting into position in such a tight space, but I manage it~ First one foot to keep the sneasel occupied while I finagle my other leg over to join it, shoving and rubbing my feet all over its pathetic face~ "W-wait," it manages between shoves, "did you get permission?!"

"What, you didn't hear? I came down here because I wasn't about to let you escape me before I had my way with you! And now, in here..." I shove it hard, stretching out the stomach as I practically stand on its face! "there's nowhere to run~"

I rub and press and step all over the sneasel-toy, the helpless thing trapped against my feet thanks to the tight stomach. It wiggles and writhes and nuzzles at my feet, showing me the worship I deserve~ On and on I use the toy, finally getting my way, finally WINNING! It's MINE! I play and use and dominate it all I want-

Until something squishes the stomach from outside. "Alright, that was a nice massage, but settle down a bit. I've had a long day and a big meal, and I want to relax..."

I roll my eyes. "Fine," I shout in reply to the muffled voice. A few more squishing, slimy rubs, and he lets up. Well, it's gross in here, and the landlord's still a prick...

But that doesn't change the fact that my feet are firmly pressed into a helpless subby toy~ "Hey, plaything," I say, keeping my voice down. "Get back to worshipping~"

Turns out it's easy to tolerate the saliva when you've got an obedient little slave kissing and nuzzling your soles~

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I need this

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Bay the wartortle belly-flops onto a bubble, wobbling up and down before coming to a rest. He looks around the strange, bubbly land...

"Hiya!" a mew says, their head popping into his vision from above. "You're a weird one. I saw you die, you kinda seemed... unbothered!"

"Yeah," Bay says, "dying's no biggie. I can go home whenever I want. So, is this heaven?"

"It's MY heaven! I'm Mew, but you can call me Bokey. So, you said you can just leave. Will you be staying long then?"

Bay shrugs. "Depends. Is heaven nice?"

"Oh yeah, it's the BEST! Here, I'll show you:" Bokey snaps their fingers, and suddenly the pair are standing in a jungle-themed wrestling ring. "You seem like a hungry turtle, and I'm feeling a bit peckish myself, so we're gonna play Predator Pummel! Its where we wrestle each other until one of us eats the other, and then that person wins."

"Oh, sounds fun!"

"Right!? Come on, let's get started!" Bokey turns off their levitation, standing in the ring and looking up at the much taller wartortle. A countdown sounds from up above:

THREE

TWO

ONE

*DING DING!*

Bokey lunges forward and grabs Bay's arm, swinging him overhead and slamming him down onto the mat. "Come on, come on, you didn't think it'd be easy, did ya!?"

Bay, caught by surprise by Bokey's speed and strength, chuckles as he jumps to his feet. He steps forward for a grab, and Bokey's hands meet his, pushing back with far more strength than a 1-foot-tall cat should have. Bay, however, redoubles his efforts, pushing with even more strength than a 3-foot-tall turtle should have, knocking Bokey to the mat with a shocked expression.

He dives forward, grabbing the thrashing mew with abnormal strength and stuffing them in his maw, easily containing their super-powered struggles and gulping them into his stomach. He pats his belly and lets out a burp of victory. "So, how easy was that?"

"Wow!" Bokey says from inside. "You're WAY stronger than the other wartortles I've wrestled. I set my muscles way too low, haha! Well, a loss is a loss. Congratulations!"

"Heh, so what now? I just get to keep you, for... how long?"

"As long as you want, I guess. Or until I get bored. Let's say... a week? I dunno."

"Sounds good to me. Got any games we can play with you in my gut?"

"Oh, I've got one I wanna try with you!"

Suddenly, Bay is sitting in a chair at a table, with Bokey sitting across from him. His belly is still full of squirming mew. Bokey puts their elbow on the table, on a cushion. "Let's arm wrestle! I wanna test how strong you are, so for each time you beat me, I'll give you a prize-" Bokey gestures to a huge pile of wrapped gift boxes "-but then make my muscles stronger for the next round. You can call it quits at any time, but if you lose, I get to have YOU as a prize to play with!"

"Interesting..." Bay puts his elbow on the cushion, his hand meeting Bokey's. "Let's see if I can make that pile run out~"

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Friendly teasing with second master

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Now that’s a good stretch! (Yet another animation I should do more with. Probably will. Eventually)

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I want to be forcefully pet by at least two people. Like the way a group of people will gang up on a dog and pet it real hard and it loves it? I need that in my life. I need to not be able to keep track of the hands on my body.

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forcepup posting -> picture of a puddle w/ "wouldn't it be nice to just roll around in here? you should do it." written on it