Story Drafts + Poll

Vending machine TF draft

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1iIpDemjalNhRttqHxqek8V1byZPW5agX9VS_y4YjyGk/edit

Bondage story - Finished! But thinking about a ctf ending / option. Lemme know in comments I think 0w0

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1Dz6yl5FpSxeHWoFruFnuu-HPHUT6J2yWhbTRJCZ0h1g/edit

Im also gonna paste this story draft/concept here. But Im gonna poll and ask you guys what creature/feral she ends up in (I’ll rewrite the story to be longer + post ctf or whatever)

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Ginger throttled the party's spellcaster, "You gotta teleport me, NOW!"

The wizard shook her head, protesting, "No! I'm not that experienced-"

"There's no time!" Ginger's blue eyes pierced, "Just get me there!"

"Alright..."

FASHOOM!

Ginger's entire wardrobe fell to the ground on the spot, sizzling with magic. She had vanished.

Somewhere else, Ginger reappeared. It was pitch-black. Hot, tight, unbearably snug. Steamy walls gripped her body, which only had orange fur to cover it. Moistness enveloped her form, mostly loose, like a sleeping bag. In some places, the striated, waving walls clung tightly--squeezing the woman's wide hips & flattening her huge tits. Sometimes, tighter, as though the walls were alive & able to hug her tight. Clench.

In other places, the cavern curved, it twisted & sagged. She began to feel the curvature in earnest as she moved.

Ginger had to take a moment to appraise the situation, first. She was stuck somewhere. The only real way out was forward, going back would be far too slow & she'd rather see where she headed. Who knew what random cavern that spell shunted her into? It was so slimy & squishy that it was hard to believe it wasn't made of flesh.

She shimmied through, & it took so long that she lost any sense of time. Hours? Days, even? The fox slithered on, snaking past ever tighter depths. Finally reaching a point that her arms were pinned at her sides, & she only had her shoulders & hips to wriggle. But she was in so deep, no other choice.

Her fur no longer seemed to rustle & chafe against the interior, tight as it was. There was no longer any protection from every inch of slippery wall smearing against her body. Her ears pinned against her head & seemed stuck there, as she wriggled deeper & deeper until: there was light.

Ginger emerged from the opening, musky as fuck. Shiny, & distinctly phallic. She looked up & found herself shocked to be greeted by a big, jolly, blue dragon with absurdly wide hips.

"Oh, nice. New cock!"