Deae Ex Machinis: OmegaContinued from Alpha.Heather decided not to talk to Adam for a long while after that. Even going so far as refusing to debate him in Mr. Wilde's class. The other boys at that school seemed to take this as some kind of cue. Heather was also realizing that something about her new physiology was really affecting the boys in school, and it seemed to go beyond a simple physical attraction. Many had taken to following her around, and when she was in a room all eyes always seemed to drift her way. She resolved to wear baggy clothing as often as possible to avoid as much unwanted attention as she could.She had started going to the gym to explain her new body. The weights there, of course, held no real challenge for her. She had found ways to make it look like she was really exerting herself. She was also slick with sweat by the end of one of her workouts, and all the guys in the room seemed to be spellbound.F
Deae Ex Machinis: Alpha"During the time men live without a common power to keep them all in awe, they are in that condition called war; and such a war as if every man is against every man. "- Thomas HobbesIt was odd for a high school like the Immaculate Conception to offer an honors religious studies class run by a non-religious teacher, but there had been an effort lately for the school to become more PC. Mr. Wilde never told them he wasn't Catholic, but it was obvious to Heather he was not. He approached the subject matter the way a surgeon might approach a patient, professionally but without reverence."Ms. Halcyona," he addressed Heather as he did all of his students, by her last name. "What would you say is the main thesis of Wright's book?"They had been reading The Evolution of God for his class, which has only confirmed Heather's suspicion about their teacher's beliefs. They were assigned to read the end for this class. Heather, who was a shoe-in for valedictorian, had of cours
Mary-Sue Final: Revelations"Is goodness loved by the gods because it is good, or is it good because it is loved by the gods?" - Socrates to EuthyphroThe humongous Succubus Queen Mary-Sue lounged idly as she gorged herself on tortured souls. Trillions of them at a time went down her super-hot gullet. They held no calories, adding only power to her fiery form. She was absolutely massive, and only growing. She was completeness and emptiness, salvation through damnation. Her devastatingly flawless legs now seemed to span hundreds of feet, even in Hell where distance held no meaning. Her despoiling hips, breasts, lips, everything about her was overpoweringly seductive and impressive. Her scent, which was more powerful than all of the aphrodisiacs in reality, filled all of Hell. She was an exaggerated example of pure temptation, an oversexed goddess to whom mortals - men and woman alike - would beg to lose their souls. Nothing could resist her, and anything would giv
Mary-Sue Part2: The Three SuesMary-Sue was fairly certain the little man before her was insane. Two things stopped her from forcibly ejecting him from the top of her 100-story Park Avenue glass-crystal mansion. One was that she was interested to learn how he got past her security system. She had designed the system herself and even if all of her guards had been bought off - something she knew could not happen, such was their dedication to her - no man could have gotten into her bedroom without setting off a dozen alarms and then begin torn to pieces by lasers.The second reason was something she could not put her finger on. Something about this man rang true with her. He was a curiosity. People had stopped truly interesting Mary-Sue long ago; they seemed so simple. For some reason this was not the case with this man. Mary-Sue did not like not knowing something and she wanted to understand this little man before getting rid of him.The man had been babbling since she got
The Quintessential Mary-SueMary-Sue had always felt like she was meant for something more.Mary-Sue was indisputably the most beautiful woman in the world. 18 years of age, she was quite tall at 6'11. Her long neon-pink hair cascaded in waves over her broad powerful shoulders. When she stood, its curly volume would fall all the way to her feet; however, currently she was sitting at her large glass desk and was letting it pool out over the floor. Her hair never seemed to get dirty or fall out of place and she never bothered with it or cut it, and, of course, she was far too agile to let it trip her.Her supremely strong, yet feminine, body was the envy of every man and woman in the world. She was perfectly proportioned. Her flawless porcelain skin looked soft to the touch, but was hard all over her body, every muscle taut and tight like a wound spring. Her only blemish was a birthmark in the shape of a heart over one eye, which only served to make her more interesting to look at. Her measurements were 38L-22-40 a
Very Short Scene: Wish FulfillmentRichard: So, we each made our wish right?Carry: Yup.Justen: Indeed.Joe: *nods*Brenda: Totally.Leon: Oh yeah!Richard: Pretty cool we found that ring; too bad we only got one each. So, what did you guys wish for? Well, I know what you wished for, Joe. You wanted to be fabulously wealthy.Joe: Of course. And you need money to make money, which I will be doing. What did you want Leon?Leon: Oh man! I wished to be super strong! Who wouldn't want that, right? I can't wait to hit the gym and pump these bad boys up. I bet you wished for the same thing, right Justen? Bet you're tired of being such a weakling. (laughs)Justen: A faulty premise. I wished for an advanced intellect. I will be transferring my personage to the library contiguously to appraise my new analytical competence. As for you, Brenda, I am incontestable in that you followed suit? Enervated from reports, to use the vernacular, you are a 'ditz
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