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Title: Dragon U. Part 4
Part 3 -
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 949

“Finally, just you and me.”

Damien looked up at his now official mate. “Not just you and me, is it?” He patted his so far flat belly.


“Horton Mace Drakekin, do not lie to me. You planned this. You knew what would probably happen.”

“Still sorry. My… um acquisitive instincts kicked in. It wasn’t fair, I know, but when you find a treasure, one the dragon spirits throw in your way, you grab and make sure they are bonded to you. Instincts don’t always play nice or think first.”

“I’m a treasure?”

“My treasure,” Horry purred nuzzling behind Damien’s ear.

“Ooooooh,” Damien shivered, then paused to say more sharply, “Stop that! I’m still upset and that makes me want to curl into your arms and snuggle.”

“Are you sorry to be my mate?” If anything would make Damien’s heart clench it was the uncertain regret in Horry’s voice.

‘Being mated to you, NO! Being pregnant so soon when we’ve not had hardly any time to get to know each other…” more quietly, “yes.”

“Sorry. My sweet love, my sweet demon, my very own.” Kisses punctuated each endearment.

“I love you too, you know, you acquisitive dragon.”

“Shhh, I love you and we’ll work things out. First, try some of this.”

“What is it?” Damien looked at the potted plant in Horry’s hand suspiciously.

“Well, the name is Huernia schneideriana but the common name is Red Dragon Flower. It’s a gift from my mother who swears it will ease the effects of pregnancy providing it’s a dragon bun in your oven.”

Damien’s eyebrow went up, “’Dragon bun’ in my oven?”

Horry grinned. “Well it could be a demonic bun but chances are, since I’m the father, that it’ll be a dragon.”Read more... )

red dragon flower
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Title: Dragon U. part 3
Part 2 -
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 703

Kyle groaned snaking an arm out from under the bedding and reaching to pick up his cell phone from the table beside the bed then struggled to focus his eyes to read the screen.

“What?” came sleepily from behind him.

“More your brother, my brother news,” Kyle mumbled back. “Families all still here. Going 2 be a wedding.”

“Who taught your Mom about texting?”

“Ass.” a well placed jab of an elbow added some emphasis, though not much since Kyle was still partly asleep.

“Your ass,” was laughed and Elethiel’s cock still lodged inside was not asleep, prodding upwards to press into a spot that made Kyle groan and tighten down to hold Elethiel right there.

Much, much later when hunger drove them to think about rising, Elethiel laughed.


“Either one of my kind relatives put a seeking spell on us as a wedding gift and sent us food which is currently hovering next to my side of the bed or hmm, nope that’s all I got.”

“Could be one of my relatives.”

“They know how to hover foods in midair?”

“Okay, no. Your side of the family.”Read more... )

Part 4 - - Damien's Blooming
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[ profile] tsuki_no_bara posted about Titivilluas :

there's a demon of typos. heh. would his opposite be the patron saint of proofreaders?

I found this site:
Titivillus- the patron demon of scribes

Titivillus (also spelled "Tutivillus") is sometimes referred to by modern writers as the "patron demon of scribes" (or of calligraphy).

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Title: A Delicate Business
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 2698 (total 3724)
Continues from with So a Demon and a Human enter a Grocery Store Separately
Yeah, this is very wham bam.

Euan with a hangover cursed silently, realizing that he’d not done any dream scrying seduction the night before. He hoped Jerr was feeling similarly wretched.

It was amazing what a good night’s sleep and bright sunny skies could do to a person’s confidence in dealing with the world, Randall thought as he made his way earlier than usual towards his lecture. Last night was last night and nothing had happened, had it, he told himself. He’d handled it and if he saw the guy again well the guy had backed off as soon as he had threatened reporting him with the authorities as a sexual predator.

Taking a more peaceful quiet route through a tree shaded area Randall had to pass a man hunched over holding his head.

“You okay Big Guy?” Randall asked in a low voice, he knew a hangover when he saw one.

The answer was a groaned moan.

Fishing a water bottle out of his backpack, he set it on the bench and then went hunting his Advil. The man moaned at even the shaking of the pills out of the bottle. ‘Must have been some strong stuff you got into last night,’ Randall didn’t realize he was muttering.

“Demon Rum,” was whispered back as Randall took one of the guy’s hands and put the painkillers in it and Randall grinned that the guy had a sense of humor about him even in his state of pain to be making pirate jokes. Unscrewing the cap of the bottle he fit the guy’s fingers around it. “Drink that. The pills should help with the head. You’ve gotta drink a lot of water before you try to fall asleep after heavy drinking. That’s what I’m told anyway. I’ll stop back after class and check on you okay?”

As Randall stood, he heard a whispered, “Thank you.” Read more... )
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Meep is evil. All I did was suggest this to onecrazycanuke when she said her characters in a story she was thinking of doing would meet in a bar and that's all she'd say and yes she is mean like that.
And why not at an all-night grocery in the vegetable section or the marital aids *coughs* condom and lube section.
Meep offered: So that your next fic? cause Meep is mean like that too.

Title: So a Demon and a Human enter a Grocery Store Separately
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 1025

Thankfully the grocery was one of the large stores that was open all night, Randall had planned his shopping trip like that. Late at night, almost no one was there but for stockers and emergency shoppers who needed milk for the kids’ breakfast or people evading the day’s heat and didn’t need to be up for work until sometime mid-day. His first classes didn’t start until after lunch and it was often he’d be up online for a report or just browsing for interesting sites anyway so this wasn’t too far from his norm
Tonight he needed a few things like cup-a-soups and microwavable spaghetti and meatballs cups, maybe some fruit and while he was there in the produce department, a cucumber. He was really glad the checkouts at this time of night were self scan and bag because his next stop was the aisle with the pregnancy tests kits, condoms and lube.

‘So many choices and what difference does it make’, he whined lowly, finally picking up a lower priced box with only a few condoms per package since he was a student with a limited amount of money.

“You’ll find that this is a better brand, at least for now,” as a hand reached past his line of sight to pluck a different brand with extra lube. “It’s got tiny little nipples on the outside for extra stimulation but I see that you’ve also bought a cucumber.” There was a dark purring in the words, “you won’t need that. Let’s put it on the shelf to give someone a voyeuristic thrill when they find it.”

Turning to confront his self-appointed advisor, who was much closer than Randall thought as his shoulder brushing against a wide solid chest, “I want to buy a cucumber,” he ended up whispering looking up into dark sparkling eyes.

Hands grasped either side of Randall’s hips and the man smiled a bit too wide, “Sweet Cheeks, I’ve got your cucumber right here,” as he pulled Randall against him. The man leaned forward to speak into Randall’s ear, “I’ll teach you how to nibble daintily, lick and suck. You’ll have all the education you could hope for and more.” With a push the cart was sent further along the aisle, “In fact you don’t need any of this. All that we need, I already have and what we don’t, we can order online. Besides we want you to get pregnant, that’s what mates do as well as making the beast with two backs.”

“I will scream the store down if you don’t let go of me,” Randall threatened. Hadn’t he seen this guy outside one of the buildings on campus recently; yes, the Cultural Studies Building. “I can get you thrown off campus, in fact, in jail,” he amended, “when they call the cops for sexual harassment or something like that. NOW LET ME GO.”

Randall was let go with a shrug and a grin, the man raising his hands part way into the air and Randall decided that tonight wasn’t a good time to shop after all but grabbed the cart anyway, leaving the condoms behind. He would buy a cucumber, he thought defiantly, and if he peeled the damn thing he could even take bites out of it.

He’d been careful as he left the store to go to his car, looking around and being thankful that some of the stockers were outside having a smoke and the overhead lighting of the parking lot filled it with overlapping cones of brightness. No one left the store following him, not even when he pulled out onto the highway on his way in a straight shot back towards campus. No headlights glowed on the road behind him. He was safe. Reaching over the seat his hand found the bag, crinkling plastic that held the prize. He wrapped his fingers around the cucumber and gave it a squeeze that dented it not at all and he shivered. “You’re going to love what I do with you,” he crooned to the vegetable, “until I bite you.” If Randall thought about what face he’d be imagining when his teeth sunk in, well who would know. Tomorrow he’d buy some mace.

“So Euan, how did your hunting go? I see that you came back with empty arms,” Jerr grinned. “He wasn’t such a easy seduction as you thought.” Putting his finger up in the air with the presence of one of their Human/Demon Relations class instructors, “Never underestimate your mate once you have identified them. Sex isn’t going to net you a mate if your mate abhors you.”

Euan put up a different finger at his fellow mating-hunting demon. “He’s more virginal than I thought. He was buying a cucumber for pity's sake.”

Jerr gave a sympathetic, “Ouch,” then shrugged, “at least you know he hasn’t learned any bad habits … yet. You’ll get to teach him those. And you know he’s interested in how to take a cucumber down his throat.”

“I think the cucumber was going to do double duty” Euan supplied. “He was looking at condoms with lube when I caught up to him trying to choose a package of them.” He grinned.

“Lucky cucumber,” Jerr grinned back.

“I don’t know,” Euan said, “I have a feeling that the cucumber is going to have a painful sexual experience. My future mate was looking very irritated and scared when he left. Figured I better wait until someone is asleep to try a little after midnight dream seduction.”

“You brought a dream scryer with you?” was asked with incredulously raised brows.

“If you know who to fuck, you’d be surprised what you can have lent to you for a small price.” Euan replied.

Jerr looked at him, “And if it gets lost or broken…?”

“Let’s just say my ass will be reamed long and hard in a not so good way,” Euan answered.


“Yes, exactly.”

“Here’s to successful mate hunting then,” Jerr raised his glass and pushed a filled one towards Euan. “To our future mates. You’ve found yours. Wish me lucky with finding mine.”

They tapped glasses and Euan drank deeply.

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And now for the rest of the story of 'Don't Go There' …. *head desk* Word count: 3014 is not a flash fiction. Unedited if there's anything that needs editing. I'm tired and it's 7:03am.

Meep wrote: Bumping right into the demon lecturer who was close behind him.
The demon grinned as Laurel turned determinedly away, refusing to make eye contact. It was a nice mouth, wide with an enticing curve to the full lips. Laurel would not look higher.

'That's okay' the demon's voice followed him, rumbling through his very veins, heating him from within.
'Us demons love a good chase' the last word was purred promise.

It was very late the next day when Yborel tracked his little Fae back to his student dorm room. Only student not in attendance at the lecture, Bill had been most willing to divulge his friend Laurel’s whereabouts. Bill had a future at the Liaison Office in his sites and he just might make it if Yborel had his way, literally. No surprise that the door was locked but Yborel was prepared. He patted his pockets. Yep; mirror, key ring, lube; he reached over to make sure the pizza box in the magic that was ‘between space’ was still warm. Okay. Step one.

Step 1 – knock.
He was supposed wait before moving onto step two. Slowly he counted quietly to himself, when he reached 2000 it was time to move to step two.

Step 2 – sliding the mirror under the door, because dormitory’s the world over had leeway for the addition of interior carpeting, he viewed the underside of the door closure even if the lights were off. Simple flip of the latch lock was a piece of cake to maneuver to unlock the door.

Step 3 – locate his little love and win him over. How difficult could that be, since Bill had mentioned that Laurel wouldn’t even touch Bill’s Demonology text books and refused to stay in the Commons Room if Bill started reading aloud from any of them. Laurel didn’t know the rules of demon dating and mating other than what his Fae extended family might have told him. Fae usually got everything wrong about demons, at least that was what Yborel’s text books had said, again literally as Yborel had dyslexia. He and others like him had sure been happy when someone had discovered that red tinted clear overlay on written work cleared all that up for many individuals. Yborel had proceeded to buy a pair of red tinted lens glasses. It added to his appeal he thought. Locating Laurel might have been easy to find, another benefit of the magic red sighted glasses. Fae dripped a sprinkling of fairy dust that fluoresced under red tint. Laurel’s was fainter than a full blooded Fae, much fainter. a mere occasional sparkle every ten steps. The hallway had been easy. Unfortunately Laurel had done a lot of walking in his dorm room. The floor was lit up with dust which moved and undulated while he watched.

“Shit,” he cursed louder that he should have under his breath, “Zombie dust bunnies.”

“How could a Fae live like this?” Yborel murmured, “I thought they were supposed to be cleaning freaks.”

From the closet a muffled voice answered, “I’m not a Brownie, okay. Go away, you’ll rile them up and I’ll never make to the bed without being bitten tonight.” There was a pause, “In fact, on your way out turn on the overhead light and I’ll love you to pieces.”

Okay Step 3A- win his confidence. Act like a team which is the purpose of finding a mate because it’s the parents against the children until they’re old enough to sleep completely through the night and not impede a younger sibling being conceived.

Turning on the light required use of his flashlight to find it and, “yes that is a flashlight that I have in my pocket,” Yborel chanted quietly. A giggle came from the closet and the red flickers moving on the floor ran for dark places as the room’s light switch was flipped on. There was a small shriek from the closet, closets being dark places.

“No! No, get off!” Thuds resounded from the closet as largish things hit other things.

There was a light switch near the bi-fold mirrored closet door. “I need to get a mirrored door like that, maybe even have all the walls mirrored too,” he said to himself as he turned on the switch and lit up the closet inside.

“Better?” Yborel asked the closed closet door. “In fact, wouldn’t you like to come out of that closet? The dust bites.”

An offended, “I KNOW that. Been there, done that and I may sleep with the lights on forever after this.”

Yborel grinned, “I can get you a t-shirt with that on it, with a large lit light bulb in the background and little dust bunnies with sunglasses barely masking their red pin points of eyes lying around at the bottom of the bulb.”

From the closet, “ummmm, maybe. Have to see it first. Can I come out now and you promise not to jump me?”

“I promise not to jump you in this room at this time but you have to sit with me and talk and eat a pizza that by now should be cool enough not to burn fingers while we eat it,” Yborel said. “By the way you missed my lecture where the instructor would have told you my name is Bor.”

“Hello Bor,” came dutifully sarcastic from the closet. “Do you keep your promises, ‘cause if not, it’s dangerous to lie or break a promise to a Fae.” More forcefully, “I have relatives.” There was a short pause, “And they don’t like demons to begin with and I could never take you home with me,” the last part came out in a rush.

“I think I understand,” Bor answered. “You’re not Brownie. You’ve what kind of Fae to have dust bunnies in your living space though?”

A heavy sigh, “Shroom. Parents met at a rock concert in the 60s.”

“Ah. But why are there dust bun…” Bor stopped as pieces fell into place, “You’re not a dust user are you? That drug isn’t good for anyone no matter what people say and being a Fairy doesn’t excuse the captivity and abuse of Pixies.”

The closet door was pushed open and it was worse than Bor thought it would be. Surely ever piece of clothing Laurel must own was layered upon his body. His arms stuck straight out to the sides so that Bor didn’t know how he’d gotten that last layer of clothing buttoned and he waddled out of the closet with a mutinous pout on his lips.

“I do not have a Pixy Dust addiction and have never tried Pixy Dust.” Laurel gathered steam, “I ordered plunnies online to help with a writing assignment and my feet are itching.”

Yes, his cute Fairy Mate had red blotchy bare feet, getting his runaway mouth to stop blurting out his thoughts. “I can see that. At least the rest of your body was kept safe by all your clothes,” Bor said.

“I got Zombie Dust Bunnies instead and they’ve been breeding away while I tried to get my ten page report done without any help. Last time I take my cousin Haw’s advice. He’s the one that gave me the site address for the mail order.” Laurel drew breath, “Would you please help me get all these clothes off? I need my Benadryl and a cold water soak in Epsom salts because it turns out I’m allergic to dust bunnies and Zombie ones are even worse.”

Bor grinned, “It’ll be like Christmas.” He picked up his Laurel placing him on the desk chair for easy access to clothing removal. “If I promise to buy you a whole new wardrobe can I rip them off like wrapping paper?”

Laurel looked down and Bor thought maybe he should have just done and not asked. Anyone who had to think about it that long, didn’t want their clothing ripped off. “I can be careful,” he said and started unbuttoning.

Laurel’s eyes came up, “I was just trying to remember what order I put the clothes on. The inner ones I’d like to keep nice but the outer layers are old and I thought they’d rip from being put on which is why they’re on the outside.”

“Okay. I can work with that. When you see something you want to keep let me know fast.” Bor stripped the buttons off, popping the whole line of them free to scatter around the floor, paused for Laurel to determine the fate of the next layer and did the same to that layer’s buttons before stepping to the back of the chair to put out a claw and shred the fabric from neck to wrists. Those layers went on the floor with the buttons. Layers seemed to dissolve under Bor’s efforts but he still allowed time for Laurel to pass judgment before ripping them. That was just the top half of Laurel, who was squirming now.

“Get them off. Get them off. Get them off.” Laurel’s finger’s were pulling the front of his shirts now; why too many button down shirts for any one person to have was Bor’s thought, scattering buttons as well as Bor had at the beginning. The t-shirts went better, faster. It was simply gather up three or four shirt hems and dragging them upward over Laurel’s head and they had the benefit of being short sleeved. Finally Bor had Laurel naked from the waist up. The blotches were a rash here almost as bad as Laurel’s feet but the Zombie dust bunnies couldn’t have reached here.

“Maybe I should get that Benadryl for you,” Bor suggested. “One or two pills?” and watched as Laurel started hunting through his pants pockets. It looked like only one layer, maybe three for there was some bulk there, left to go on the bottom half of Laurel.

“Two, please,” was answered followed by a “Shit! I can’t find it!”

“Find what,” Bor asked from inside the ensuite bathroom.

“The stupid, fucking key to the chastity belt,” met Bor loudly as he came back with two bright pink pills and a glass of water. There was the sound of water running into the tub.
“Here, take these. I’ve started the tub and I’ve got a ring of belt keys. One of them should work.”

Pushing the fabric of his jeans down, Laurel gestured, “yeah? This is no normal chastity belt, it’s a Fae chastity belt,” and he itched the newly revealed skin. “I can’t believe that I lost the key. It was in my pocket when I went into the closet. I made sure.”

They both looked at the closet. Bor held up the key ring, “Liaison Office keeps these on hand for these types of emergencies,” and he jiggled them. “You know if you’d put the belt on inside your underwear instead of outside…”

“It would have chafed and I had the fucking key!” He took the edge of the chastity belt by an edge and jiggled it, imitating Bor. “Fae Chastity Belt!” Laurel scratched another area leaving red lines to the right of his naval.

“The salts won’t do the lock mechanism any good you know. Even if we find the correct key to open the lock, it may not work after a dunk in the tub.” Bor looked at Laurel and then started rolling up his sleeves. “How about we try my key ring and if that doesn’t work then you sponge bathe the parts not immediately under the belt while I try searching the closet.”

Laurel hopped off the chair and started for the bathroom, “How about you try your keys while I sponge bath the parts of my body not where the chastity belt is and if I feel better we try any you haven’t away from the water. I think the tub is going to overflow otherwise.”

Bor nodded and picked up Laurel, moving him faster than Laurel could waddle. “They sure make those things cumbersome. How could you run with that thing on? You could seriously injure yourself if you tripped and fell wearing that thing and it’s loose enough that I could still get my cock into you while you wore it.” He carefully set Laurel to stand inside the tub, tucking a wash cloth into the waist of the device and handing Laurel a second wash cloth. “Your people need to think about the safety of those that those things are meant to protect.” He gestured for Laurel to turn around because of course the people who made this horrible thing would put the lock at the back about mid ass crack high. “Perverts,” he hissed, adjusting himself. “Okay, here goes key #1.”

They got to key #142 before Laurel judged that he should get out of the tub. Any further sponge bathing would mess up the lock. The only itching places left were enclosed under the belt. Bor looked at Laurel and Laurel looked at Bor, the irony was not lost on them. Of course it would be there that was the one place for an itch to be … under a Chastity Belt.

“I think we should try this on the bed,” Bor said. “You can lay down over my lap while I try the rest of the keys.”

Giving a yawn Laurel draped himself over a cross-legged Bor’s lap and after a while fell asleep to the sound of metal scratching over metal and soft said curses when it seemed like one would work and then didn’t. His dreams took on a feeling of security and soft stroking through his hair, down his back, over his shoulders. It was like that when Laurel woke suddenly as the door opened and in walked two Fae carrying swords. “Hi Uncle. Not so Hi, stupid Haw-thorn.” Lying still across Bor’s lap with his chastity belt clad ass still in the air, he pointed a finger at his cousin, “YOU gave me the website of a place that sells Homework aiding Plunnies but sends out Zombie Dust Bunnies instead. I DON’T like you right now AND you gave me a chastity belt that’s too fucking big so I could have been molested anyway, that I can’t get off or find the key for while having an allergy attack from those same Zombie Dust Bunnies.”

The sword tips dropped and Hawthorn’s father looked over at his smirking son. “This is a joke to you?” was said with careful calm.

Bor kept right on stroking Laurel’s back and hair, watching this.

“Hey, it’s his fault he lost the key. I didn’t do that,” Hawthorn protested unable to suppress a chortle from the words.

Hawthorn’s father pinched the bridge of his nose, “Of course, it’s a Fairy Chastity Belt. It’s meant to do that if the belt stays on and if clothing is ripped off. There’s only one way to reclaim the key and belt intact now.” He turned his eyes to the pair on the bed, “Have you tried inducing orgasm?” He waved his hand dismissively, “of course not or you’d have found out that after the first 240 minutes an orgasm originating from another person’s attentions brings back the key. You see the belt is also called a Courting Belt.” He sighed, “It sends out an alert when the key disappears, so help can arrive and assess the situation. Your mother is not going to be pleased but it would appear that your … demon … might, by our laws, be worthy of being mated to you if he is still able to bring you to completion after all this time of possible abuse.”

“Harsh,” Bor said judgmentally. “What happens to those who survived abuse and couldn’t orgasm after that time? Did you people think about that?!”

Hawthorn raised his sword point and grinned, “That’s easy. We kill you and/or we kill him. Tsk, problem solved.”

Laurel found himself up at the head of the bed with Bor’s body blocking his sight of his relatives and Bor’s words, “Not going to happen. I’m not going to make it easy for you but if I have to die for him then I will.”

“Now where’s the fun in that,” Hawthorn crooned and then Laurel heard a gelp and the sounds of swords dropping onto the floor.

“A little late,” Bor’s voice said, “I thought you guys weren’t going to make it here in time.”

“Well we did, so stop,” another voice answered him, “and I think thank you.”

“Where’s your mate Bor, ah I see,” as Bor moved to the side and Laurel got a look at their rescuers. “Beautiful and he comes with pretty packaging too. Keys didn’t work?”

“No. We were about to try another method before these two decided to try killing one of us if not both. Hard to bring someone to orgasm if they’re told to come or die,” Bor explained.

“Well if that doesn’t work, I’ve got another possible method we can try and then there’s always the tried and true use of the blood of the giver of the belt,” the other demon shrugged, “Poetic.”

Bor turned to Laurel, “So how do you want to do this? Trust your Uncle’s method or one of Kevim’s?”

Laurel looked at his dangling relatives and turned back to Bor. “Let’s go into the bathroom and try my Uncle’s method, then if that’s not successful we try the first one that your friend Kevim suggested. I’d rather not have any members of my family killed, even if one of them deserves it. Would make it a lot easier at holidays though.”

Thankfully completion brought release Laurel found happily. Kevim’s method included turning him into a familiar cat and confusing the chastity belt’s spell. Later still that night in bed after a wedding night better than he thought he’d ever have, since Hawthorn had been being pushed at him as a consort from his childhood, Laurel mentioned that Kevim’s method probably wouldn’t have worked well either. Laurel was allergic to cats.

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Title: Don’t Go There (Fantasy, G, Demon Mine 'Verse)
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 100

Approaching the lecture hall, Laurel was calling himself all kinds of names. This wasn’t even his class, didn’t want anything to do with the subject, and just because Bill had asked him to take notes for him, here he was, Demon Soc. 223. Fae didn’t associate in any way with demons. He might be only one quarter Fae, practically magicless, but hell would freeze over if he brought one home to his family. Demons played for keeps if they wanted you.

Laurel grasped the door handle, felt the forbidden chill and turned around. Hillary would probably give Bill her notes.

Yes, it continues for 3014 words
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This magical style focuses on demonology. It requires magic words, a parchment bearing special symbols, and heightened emotions. This style of magic depends on an animal familiar.

hmmmmm seems appropriate considering demon + familiar = demonxfamiliar or familiardemon.

Now if only I could use it on making the internet work better/faster/broader/consistent/work damn it/ all of the mentioned.


This magical style focuses on information. It requires chants.—*Intense chanting* "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” “JEEZ, MOM, I’M STUDYING FOR MY FINAL EXAMS!”
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This grew from a Drabble Cascade for the word “refex”; A Not Uncommon Addiction. After I’d posted it my plunny decided, wait there’s more and change that sentence. Plunnys can be insistent. So this was created. It’s still (G, m/m), but now it’s (mpreg, demon/human)

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Title: A Not Uncommon Addiction (G, demon/human, mpreg)
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 400

“Caffeine,” I gasped reflexively. “I need caffeine.”

Kyle pushed a mug towards me, sweet coffee’s aroma steaming from it, his finger looped through the handle so I couldn’t make it mine.

“What?” I croaked in confusion.

“There’s a cost.” The smug bastard said giving a small tug to the mug around which my hands were fastened desperately. Kyle stepped to behind me, probably because thwarting my consumption of coffee in the morning is dangerous, pressing the hardness of his body to mine. “Not right now, but after your second cup, Mr. Hyde. I prefer my demons human.”

Sipping, I smiled.

Kyle grinned, “You’d think a demon would be immune to addictions of this sort.”

“Why? Demons are just as prone as others. I’m addicted to you aren’t I,” I tried.

Purring, “Ah, but I’m special,” Kyle returned. “You said so.” He curled his arms around me and humped me a few times but not too energetically because coffee in the morning is a terrible thing to waste. His mug was already washed and air drying in the drainer, my evil beloved bastard who teases in the morning before coffee.

Turn about is only fair. “You are special,” I said with a lilt to my voice before draining my mug and holding it up for more. I waited until the hot nectar was refilled, taking a large sip and moaned. I smiled because Kyle couldn’t help himself. Still holding the coffee carafe high and out of danger, Kyle rubbed himself against me. His hard interested length pressing into my side where I sat on the breakfast barstool. “So special that I need to prove it to you… later. Anticipation lends itself to a little afternoon delight.”

A growl worthy of a demon grew in my consort’s chest, “If you think you are getting out of that door without fucking the hell out of me before you leave …” Kyle stopped and astounded me by picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder.

You have to understand, I’m the demon of this family, Kyle’s the human. He may be big but I’m bigger and heavier and broader. I began to see where this might be leading and made rapid calculations. Yes, the back bedroom would be the right size, far enough away but not too far for hearing and besides they make these monitor spells.

Simply put, Kyle was in heat.


Jun. 13th, 2015 08:58 am
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Male child sent me these. The comments are.... interesting. *grins* The one where someone listed off the percentage of demons in various lines of work...
Might be useful. *snickers*

***Necromatic Statistics
that sounds like something you'd do in an insurance company

Clinical Incantations:
Oh, great and powerful insurance policy, cover thy servant with protection and malpractice fees, for thou art premium in my heart and checkbook.

Demonic Electronics
"Aaaaaah! It's an evil toaster!"
--Demonic toasters – not quite as uncommon as one might think.

Esoteric Anthropology... somehow that just seems like academia.

Nuclear incantations
So, no more need for that big red button. We just say the word!

Occult Mathematics- So anything above college level?

Demonic Statistics -
the median age of the American major demons is 12593, 3003 for minor demons, and 720 for imps. In 2015, 73.3% of surveyed demons worked in the service industry, 14.6% in public services (including political offices), 12.0% in the military, and 0.1% in miscellaneous. Less than 0.1% of surveyed demons were unemployed.

Theurgical Epidemiology--- See Clinical Incantations above.

Civil exorcism? What the hell?!
---For when your highways and sewers are being possessed by demons.

Illusionary Archaeology. This is what, in the scientific community, we call a 'hoax'.

Necromancy Destabilization - to make zombies trip over themselves. Extremely helpful in the apocalypse!
---- Makes Zombies fall apart. Also helpful in the apocalypse.
Summoner's Processer — your demon is loading. Please wait patiently.
Talisman form. It is a little pendant of an animal or creature, and the wearer can take that form at will.

There's more or there can be more. It's a generator after all.
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Title: The Herb Shop (Part 3)
Follows the On the Streets arch Guest Speaker (Part 1)(Part 2)
All in the Familiar Animal Shelter series - "On the Streets" story arch
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 621

There was a familiar climbing all over Arath was Poof’s first sight when he popped into the herbal tea and retail shop just to smell the scents. Sure they were off at a far corner table, but Poof had started to develop an early detection system where Arath was concerned. He wasn’t sure how he felt about that. His emotions were mixed.

There was rage that a familiar was trespassing, sure Poof wasn’t too sure he wanted to be Arath’s consort sometime in the future, but still Arath was his. How dare the familiar… How dare Arath let the hussy… He paused, was that the correct term for a male doing what that familiar was doing? Maybe tomhussy, brought a grin to Poof’s face. It would be too sweet if the familiar’s name was Thomas. There was a fanged grin now on his face and Poof was sure that Kormier would tell him it was unattractive to have such a thing.

What to do? hmmmmm. Read more... )

Part 4
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Title: Guest Speaker (part2)
Follows (Part 1) (Part 2) & At the Crèche & Another Day in the Life of Poof & Guest Speaker (part 1)
All in the Animal Shelter series - "On the Streets" story arch
Author: charisstoma
Word count 1198

Oh dear Stars, Sun and Moon what did I do? Poof mentally castigated himself. I groomed him and he noticed, Poof pretended that nothing had happened but Arath’s small smile and the fingers that found his hand twining with them said that Poof was in trouble.

A cough broke the moment and Poof was never so glad of an interruption. He didn’t recognize the professor but then Poof was new and didn’t know all the wizards at the academy. Arath let go of his hand but didn’t move away. He heard Arath greet the person as “Dad,” and Poof spat out “Poopies,” then put his hands up to cover his mouth in mortification.

Amusement crinkled the kind eyes of Arath’s Dad, “I’ve never had that effect on anyone before. Must have something to do with my son.” He laughed. “Hello. Yes, as you have correctly surmised, I am the other parent of the young demon-wizard beside you. The better, more behaved one of the family. Don’t let them intimidate you. You won’t be alone in the Demons’ Den. I’ll be there.”Read more... )

Yes there is a (Part 3)
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Title: Guest Speaker
Follows (Part 1) (Part 2) & At the Crèche & Another Day in the Life of Poof
All in the Animal Shelter series - "On the Streets" story arch
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 702
For Meep who needs tlc

Poof arrived at the lecture hall later than his normal time. Squeaky had been being fussy. Kormier and Elert had had the baby familiar book open and evidently it was normal behavior for some kittens. They couldn’t control much in their young lives, so sometimes they would act out. A sweet little kitten could change from one moment to the next into a frustrated, scared, needy, angry, small fur ball in any and all combinations. This morning Squeaky had affixed himself to Elert’s pants leg, sinking four sets of sharp little claws, into fabric and Daddy, like a burr and then he’d climbed crying. Papa had lifted Poof up and had him latch onto Squeaky’s nape stimulating the instinctual response that kept kittens from wriggling when being transported from place to place. It took three people to remove one small kitten, Poof thought grinning.

Being late meant that Poof slipped into the first open seat available and promptly found himself in a seat up near the front of the room beside Arath. Evidently, Arath wanted Poof to sit near him and Poof made his displeasure known by sinking claws into the nearest part of Arath, his thigh. The jerk Arath gave was satisfying and Poof slowly turned his head and glared once, before hurriedly getting out a pen and notebook. The professor on the stage gave a grin in their direction and then turned to introduce the first of their guest speakers, a Demon named Malakishel.

Poof wrote the name down and drew an arrow pointing to it, writing ‘any relation?’, in his notebook and twisted it so Arath could read it. Arath wrote in his notebook and twisted it so Poof could see. ‘Father’.Read more... )

There's a Part 2
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Title: Another Day in the Life of Poof
Follows (Part 1) (Part 2) & At the Crèche
All in the Animal Shelter series - "On the Streets" story arch
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 1406

“Cute kitten,” Poof heard silently narrowing his barely opened his eyes from where he lay curled around Squeaky and they really needed to stop calling the baby that. The kitten had a perfectly good name but until he got older no one but family knew it, because familiar kittens were big on the Black Market. If you had the kitten’s name then you could magically control the baby kitten at this stage. Still, at what point did a nickname become a real name. Poof didn’t even remember his real name.

“Go away. We’re napping,” Poof whispered back harshly at the young wizard-like student, who grinned down at him in response. Squeaky token kneaded Poof’s belly trying to get milk from the nipple he’d latched onto and fell asleep again. There wasn’t any milk there, ‘cause Squeaky was Kormier’s kitten, but suckling helped the kitten sleep as did Poof’s purring.

“Why isn’t the kitten nursing from all of your nipples? The fur’s only slicked back from two. Cute pink titties by the way.”Read more... )

Continuing with Guest Speaker
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Brightness in the drab sea of winter's retreat.
But what I really noticed was the perfect centering on each ass cheek of the glowing red plaid.

Title: Baiting
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 840
Birthday fic for Saskia.

“Makes me want to smack and grab those ass cheeks hard,” Luke commented. “Think he knows.”

Removing his mouth from the cup lid where he was sucking up his coffee Matt eyed the bright rainbow of an umbrella carried over the top half of the person with the ass in question. “Maybe.” He shrugged, “And then again the eclectic rest of his attire, the backpack; he’s probably a student which may mean you’ve got a chance after all. University is a time for exploring and discovering.”

Still eying that sweet ass with the Xs marking the spot, Luke growled, “and that shadowy line down, between his cheeks… he’s gotta know.”
Read more... )
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This is from a article prompt at onecrazycanuck posted a short story there in a comment that should really be read. Good use of the prompt.
*grins* In commenting back to onecrazycanuck a vicious plunny bit me and this resulted. There's a bronze version and it really did make me think of buttons and trilobites. Sensual buttons.

Title: The Play’s the Thing
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 713

“Will you stop playing with your coat buttons,” Daniel hissed so as not to call attention to them in the audience of the mild, for demons, pornographic play they were attending. “It’s distracting.”

“But they draw my fingers to follow the ridges and down to dip into the center,” Williel murmured back smirking. “I really can’t help it.” His hand wandered to a lower button on his suit near the coat’s bottom where his thumb traced around the button’s rim. Read more... )


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