#MCStory Premise Generator

[hypnokinkwithmrdream]

Dangerous Vibrations

Barbara Bright sat on the couch with her former college roommate, Antoinette Renoir sipping from a very passable tumbler of brandy. The women’s fancy dress shoes had been discarded at their entrance to the hotel room.

“Well as far as press conferences go, it was at least brief,” said Barbara, “and at least we get to spend some time, Toni!” She reached over to squeeze her old friend’s arm.

Toni answered with a gesture of her drink, “Here is to reunions on the company dime!” They clinked and each took a gulp, sighing at the pleasant warmth as it spread.

Barbara laughed, “Did you see the wackos outside protesting? Violations of nature? Unlocking demonic demensions? It is like a microscopic blip in a magnetic jar. They couldn’t even explain why it was news except that they spend two years and...”

“... Four hundred million dollars, with a staff of 87 working long hours to achieve this...” Toni continued.

“...Blah de blah blah applications in communication, medicine, and ...”

She looked over at Toni to continue the flow, only to catch her staring blankly at her drink.

“It was pretty boring I guess, but did you understand what they were talking about with instantaneous communication using vibrations and some... sort of thing with... um.” Barbara giggled and chugged the rest of her bourbon.

Toni laughed and sucked down the rest of her drink as well and bounced up on the couch. “Vibrations, so like... interstellar sex toys?”

Barbara blinked and then started laughing until she coughed, “Like they could probe Uranus even faster, Toni?”

“Barbi! I only did that one time and it was in college so it doesn’t count.”

“Toni! Oh Em Gee, so stuff in college didn’t count, cause I counted a bunch of stuff in our room that... um... counted.” 

At that moment both of the reporter’s phones buzzed, surprising them. They read at the same time, “News Alert: Escaped leader of the PsyArmy, Grinder Monk raids Erickson Labs. Extremely dangerous.”

Barbi and Toni stared at their phones for a moment and then went to the window, overlooking the shining dome of the lab they had just been attending the unveiling of the Z particle. Police cars with shining lights surrounded it and they could see a glimmering light begin to flash.

“Can you hear me?”

Barbi looked over at Toni and said “Of course I can hear you.”

Toni stared back, “It wasn’t me. I didn’t say anything.”

“Is that Barbara Bright and Toni Renoir? Goodness what luck! I need to make a press statement! Hey guys, I have two reporters dialed in. Focus on me and we can...”

The women stared at each other and mumbled helplessly.

“Oh wow, are you drunk? Having a night out with your old college roommate? Reminiscing about experimenting at college? Oh my? You girls! Normally I would stay a bit longer but I am pressed for time. Forget I dropped in. In fact... Don’t worry about anything but what feels good. We seriously need to get this together guys. That was seriously unprofessional.” The strange voice that sounded like a half a dozen voices at once faded out.

The two reporters stared blankly out the window and then turned back to the couch, dropping their phones. “Um, Barbi, what were we talking about?”

“Sexy stuff.” Barbara took off her blouse casually and threw it behind her, while wiggling out of her slacks.

“Sexy stuff is the best.” Toni flopped on the couch and tugged down her nylons.

“Mmmhmm... the best.” Barbara slipped between her former roommates legs and began to lick as her best friend tugged off her bra.

“I like sex a lot.” Toni said as Barbara’s tongue made her feel extremely sure of that statement.

Barbara looked up and nodded eagerly, “Me too!”

“Oh Barbibarbibarbi.” Toni gasped and bucked and fell off the couch.

Barbi bounced and stripped completely, wiggling her booty and hopping. “We should definitely fuck!”

Toni followed her roommate into the bed, giggling and shouting “fuckfuckfuck” as Barbi giggled and bounced while tugging at her nipples. “Fuck!”

Trevor Sharp spoke into the camera, “Several people reported messages from a powerful psychic presence. The PsyArmy is at large with what has been described as the most powerful telepathic enhancer discovered, the Z particle. They are very dangerous.”

Trevor stared off camera and repeated. “Very dangerous.”

The psychic surgeon sighed and put down the amplifier goggles, “I really don’t think we have any recourse at this point. Their combined vocabulary may be a dozen words. Barbi, Toni, fuck, suck, lick, yum, need, more, tits, pussy, mouth. When they are hungry they will eat what you give them, thirsty and drink. They pass out and then they go back at it. There is no sign of any other experience. I can’t find anything at all. If you separate them they get... rapey. Damn that Grinder Monk!”

(MCStories Premise Generator: A cabal of telepaths uses a magic spell to make two erotica writers dumb and addicted to pleasure. )

[hypnokinkwithmrdream]

Down We Go With Trevor Sharp

(prompted by Gleeful Abandon’s MCStory Premise Generator) 

(I am taking the opportunity to do quick mc porn writing using the excellent and weird contraption Gleeful Abandon (GleefulAbandon@Twitter) has created. These are relatively unedited in the tradition of @hypno-sandwich‘s 20 minute porn)

As you clicked the link to Trevor Sharp’s “SharpNews” feed, the familiar green video image opened up, the nightvision camera that Trevor always used for his more clandestine missions. His deep smooth voice already narrating his actions softly. As the view shifted to a storm door, typical in every way, you could see his hands grabbing the handles.

“Literally on the threshold of the greatest discovery mankind has made, this is the moment we have all been waiting for.”

The doors opened easily, leading to steps seemingly carved into the bedrock itself, steps that lead down so far that there was no sign of the bottom. As Trevor quietly stepped down into the earth, he looked from side to side, examining any sign of construction, but it was as if the walls were perfectly smooth, each step precisely shaped.

“Unnaturally smooth. I don’t know if you can hear it but there is a humming. Maybe just some sort of vibration from the ground.”

The humming became both more audible as Trevor went further, but it was overshadowed by strange noises from below. A clapping sound, and then strange high pitched speech, indecipherable. It would repeat intermittently.

“They are talking. Scientists will be studying these recordings in hope of translating the unknown language of these interstellar invaders.”

The moment that Trevor reached the bottom of the stairs, a flare of light blinded the camera until he switched it to regular mode.

“Ow, that hurt, but as you can see this is a well lit..”

“Hi Trevyyyyy!!!”

The camera shook in shock and focused on a woman sitting at a plain metal table with a strange glowing ball that seemed to hover a bit above the surface. All of a sudden it jiggled and bounced and a big smiling face winked from its surface before it went back to normal. The woman clapped her hands happily and laughed in a ridiculously childlike giggle.

“Barbara! Damn it... I mean... Well I see you have accidentally stumbled upon this discovery.”

“Trevy! You came! Come play!!!”

The women looked like Barbara Bright, but her normally rich and serious voice was now high pitched and silly. She started to stand up but almost immediately the little ball smiled at her again and she giggled and clapped like a one year old.

“What is going on here, Barbara. You told me you had a lead in Tulsa...”

“Tulsa is a funny word. Tulsatulsatulsatul sa tul sa.” She continued to babble finally distracted again by the ball.

Trevor whispered, “What is that thing, Bright?”

“It is my bouncy bounce bounce friend, duh!”

Trevor searched around the room, seeing no sign of a door, and infact the door he entered through was gone. The soft humming continued and felt somewhat reassuring, a sign that there was something mechanical somewhere. The room itself was uncluttered, but he noticed a satchel laying at the far wall. As he approached it, he began to slow down.

“This is strange, but I am not worried. I know that we are safe, it is just a matter of figuring out how to move forward, to get...”

He picked up the satchel and found the notebook and video camera of his competitor in news hunting. The camera was still on and as he viewed the footage, he could see nothing unusual. Once Barbara reached this wall she had put her bag down to try and examine something she saw, but the camera did not pick up.

Barbara’s voice came from the small speaker “It was there, for a moment, a symbol, or picture. I don’t know. I can tell you this, that since I have entered this room I have felt sure that I am finally where I need to be. This is amazing, and I know we are on the edge of um... like... that humming just is so nice, don’t you think? I mean it is like a little bit of a vibrating.. Well never mind. I am... it does feel good. I really should sit down. Um. Oh look what is that it is a ball.

Her voice faded away leaving nothing but the sound of the humming.

Trevor laughed and looked back towards the table before a flash of light from the wall distracted him.

“I definitely saw something, a picture or some sort of... Is it warm in here. Mmm it is warm. Too much clothing.”

As he walked back towards Barbara, she squeeled “Trevy why are you taking off your clothing? Oooh Barbie likee” The sound of clapping and her giggling faded slightly as the camera fell to the ground along with the jacket, pants and nightvision goggles Trevor was wearing. The camera now sideways showed him in nothing but his blue boxer briefs walking to the chair that you didn’t remember from when you first saw the table. The ball bounced and Trevor giggled childishly.

A few moments later, both reporters now clapping and giggling, Barbara Bright now discarding her blouse and sliding out of her slacks, throwing her boots to the side. “Too hot. Nudienudienude,” the humming became louder. It almost felt like a voice.

Then there were four of them. They were like shimmers and then the entire room changed. Transparent windows that didn’t seem like glass but some sort of metallic liquid shimmered showing scenes of humans in various sexual poses. At first it looked as if they were manikins but as you stared in horror, it became apparent that they were simply moving very slowly. As you watched, Barbara and Trevor were lead to an empty one, that suddenly took on the look of a high school girls bedroom. Barbara giggled at the pink wall paper, while Trevor slid his underwear off. Barbara giggled and then slipped her panties off and layed back into the bed. The shimmers seemed to move about them, and as they did the two of them began to fuck, with each stroke slowing them down until the shimmers seemed to glow at once.

Barbara’s face became nearly frozen, mouth open, eyes wide, as Trevor very very slowly pounded away. It was as if they were in a different time dimension. The shimmers moved out of the diorama and approached the camera, forming into a symbol. For a moment you had a flash of understanding. The two reporters now believed they were a high school couple sneaking an afternoon fuck while the house was empty, playing hooky and losing their virginity. They would be doing this for a very long time, and the shimmers would feed off the sexual energy, the emotional energy. The competitive dynamic between the two once intelligent reporters was now converted into nearly animal lust of rutting teenagers, their previous lives wiped away, replaced by the minimal amount of conscious necessary to allow their perpetual lust.

Even as this realization flashes into your mind another one slowly becomes apparent, that you will forget you saw this, and forget Trevor Sharp and Barbara Bright. Instead you will look at the pornographic pictures and masturbate, generating more energy for the shimmering beings. The thought of it seems comforting as the hum throbs in you. You know you cannot resist so why bother. Once you orgasm you won’t ever think about it again.

(Prompt: An alien uses subliminal messaging to make two nosy reporters dumb and they're posed and put on display.)  

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