Prompt 44 [next is Prompt 28]
Added 2024-10-13 15:07:54 +0000 UTC
Well, it finally happened. Week after laborious week of coming to yoga in the hopes that she would be the only one there, and there she was. It was just her and Clark. She always locked up after class so there was no one else in the whole studio. Just the two of them.
He was too fast for her to catch [the scurrying little bastard] and she didn't really want to be that close to a cockroach anyway. The room was big enough for both of them [distance pending] so she said 'fuck it' and went into her sun salute. When she opened her eyes she was surprised to see Clark mimicking her poses with staggering accuracy [for a bug].
The next day there were two of them. Lois and and Clark. Lois started quite stiff but was able to keep up flawlessly by the end. Jimmy and Clara were there the next day so she extended the routine a bit and added some more sequences. The class capped off at 200 and names were moot by then.
As a waitlist formed, she began to add fees and roaches would drag lost money in from all over the city. After a few price hikes, it made sense to cancel some classes for humans to make room for more roach yoga. Then it made sense to switch them all over. She was in charge of the first full time roach yoga studio run by a human.
Big Yoga came knocking but she always said no. She wanted to preserve the grassroots feel her studio always had. Sure, copycats sprung up here and there but she was the original and the roaches knew it. It was that integrity, dear readers, that kept her comfortable through retirement.
[the end]
next is Prompt 28
Comments
With little crunchy sound effects on a good yoga stretch...
Katakora
2024-10-15 18:01:42 +0000 UTCI now need this story in animation.
siesta_maven
2024-10-15 17:35:21 +0000 UTCThis is the best really dumb idea I've ever heard tbh. ✨
Margaret Peffy Margie Maggie
2024-10-15 17:20:11 +0000 UTC28!
Ray Purchase
2024-10-15 17:13:08 +0000 UTCSo Doc what was that “really dumb idea” and what’s the next prompt?
siesta_maven
2024-10-15 16:26:32 +0000 UTCYes spooky season!
siesta_maven
2024-10-13 22:52:58 +0000 UTCYes to spankings!
Delicada19🫀
2024-10-13 22:41:48 +0000 UTCI can’t wait to read all of your stories 🥰 Here’s my attempt. Warning: piercing of skin She planned this moment carefully, down to the detail of the blood moon. Weeks of preparation had led to this very night, and she was ready. The door softly clicked shut behind the last student, sending a chill of excitement through her. As she began to roll up her silver mat, she noticed Clark’s unreadable gaze fixed on her. “Good class tonight,” she said, her voice calm, a stark contrast to her racing heart. Clark nodded, his eyes studying her intently, a different spark in his expression tonight. Confidence building, she continued, “I’m really close to the Sarvangasana. Pretty soon, I’ll be able to straighten my legs, thanks to you.” He moved in closer, his voice deeper than usual. “Yes, you’re such a great student. I have to ask, why the shoulder stand?” She stepped closer, tilting her head back to stretch her neck. “Just a position I’d like to become familiar with,” she purred. Clark inhaled deeply, like someone savoring their favorite meal. “Is that so? Such a particular pose. Why?” “I know who you are,” she whispered, her breath warm against his ear. He stepped back, locking eyes with her, laughter dancing in his gaze. “Who am I?” “Yes, I’ve been watching you closely. You always break eye contact to look down. You stay in this studio all day, teaching classes and only going outside after we all leave. I waited for you, tried to follow you. You always just… disappear. You’re Claretos,” she closed the gap between them, “Sukuyan, Upir, Aswang… Vampir.” “You think… you think I’m a vampire?!” Humor flickered in his eyes. “I’m not a vampire. Hello, look at my reflection in the mirror!” He waved at his reflection, then placed both hands on his chest. “I’m just Clark, yoga instructor.” “C’mon, don’t insult my intelligence… or my power,” she said. “I came to offer myself to you. I hear your inhales as I pass. I know it’s hard for you to resist me.” Pulling her shirt over her shoulder, she could hardly contain her excitement. “Go ahead, smell.” Clark’s breath quickened, his gaze filled with lust and hunger. He leaned in, bringing his nose to her shoulder and inhaling deeply. “Wait, you… you smell… magical.” “Mmm… there you are, Claretos,” she breathed, her face transforming as the spell faded, revealing her true self. “Feast. Have your way with me.” “Stellara!” he exclaimed, gripping her arms tightly. He leaned in, inhaling the scent of her neck, his breath cool against her warm skin as he trailed downwards. His eyes darkened with hunger, a predatory smile spreading across his face as he reached her shoulder. Opening his mouth wide, he revealed his sharp fangs and lowered his head, sinking them into her flesh.
Delicada19🫀
2024-10-13 22:29:44 +0000 UTC🫠🫠🫠. Oh god. This. Yes.
Bama Angi
2024-10-13 21:14:46 +0000 UTCSo cute
siesta_maven
2024-10-13 21:03:15 +0000 UTCSo subtle and yet so unnerving... Gorgeous 💕
Katakora
2024-10-13 20:36:07 +0000 UTCWell it finally happened. Week after laborious week of coming to yoga in the hopes that she would be the only one there, and there she was. It was just her and Clark. He always locked up after class so there was no one else in the whole studio. Just the two of them. I could see them through the window, before I sat down. The bench a few windows down from the entrance, close enough to the coffee shop next door to be inconspicuous. I raised the straw to my lips taking a sip of my iced coffee, fiddling with my phone. They should be out any moment, say their goodbyes and he would be gone. She would finally be alone. But the door hadn’t opened. I slowly turned my head to see what the hell was taking them so long. When I saw they were backed up against the wall. His pants around his ankles, mouth at her neck. Her legs around him, head thrown back. “Motherfucker” I screamed in my head, but I couldn’t avert my eyes, couldn’t turn back around. Her head rolled down, eyes opening. Her gaze locked onto mine. I froze, I’m sure panic clear on my face. But a smirk of a smile formed on her lips. She wanted me to watch? This was not at all where I’d seen today going. My emotions were at war; jealousy seethed, disappointment loomed, but curiosity and the wetness between my thighs wouldn’t let me move. I watched as he pounded up into her. Moving my hips slightly, I found some friction from the seam of my pants. Her arm moved from around his neck to between them. Her eyes locked on mine again and that sent me over the edge. Her eyes closed as my orgasm ripped through me. I had to go. I couldn’t be here when they came out. My legs back under my control, I stood and began to walk. I had a week to see if I could find the nerve to go back again.
siesta_maven
2024-10-13 20:32:32 +0000 UTCWell, it finally happened. Week after laborious week of coming to yoga in the hopes that she would be the only one there, and there she was. It was just her and Clark. He always locked up after class, so there was no one else in the whole studio. Just the two of them. Rowan stood near the mirrors, her figure limned in the fading light. Clark watched her from the corner of his eye, though he pretended not to. He had tried for weeks to pinpoint what it was about her that unnerved him. She was beautiful, yes, but it was more than that. It was the way she moved, like the air bent around her, like the world had to make space for her passage. It made his skin prickle and his chest tighten with both fascination and something far less comfortable. Rowan turned her head slightly, catching him looking. Her lips curled into a slow, deliberate smile. “You’re always here late,” she said, her voice soft, yet carrying more weight than it should. The room seemed to close in around him, as if the air had thickened, trapping him there. Clark swallowed, his throat dry. “Yeah… I, uh, lock up after class.” She didn’t answer right away, just stood there, watching him. Then she took a step forward, her movements smooth, almost unnaturally so. The floor didn’t seem to make a sound under her bare feet. His stomach twisted, his instinct to turn and leave was strong, but something stronger held him there. “You linger, though,” Rowan continued, her voice slipping around him like silk. “You watch.” Clark’s pulse quickened. “I guess.” “No, you do,” she said, the smile never leaving her lips. “You’ve been watching me for weeks.” He opened his mouth to argue, but the words caught in his throat. She was right. He *had* been staying late because of her, waiting for a moment like this. Alone. Just the two of them. He’d fantasized about it—about her. But now that it was happening, now that she was standing so close—close enough that he could smell her, a strange and heady combination of jasmine mixed with something earthier—he felt something darker stirring beneath his desire. “I don’t think you know what you’re asking for,” she said, her tone soft, almost pitying. “You don’t know what I am.” His pulse quickened, and he couldn’t stop his eyes from darting down to her lips, the way they curved into something between a smile and a threat. “What are you?” he asked, the question tumbling out before he could stop it. Rowan tilted her head, her eyes narrowing slightly. “Does it matter? You’re already here, already *wanting* me.” She stepped closer, so close that their bodies almost touched, and he felt the heat radiating from her skin, pulling him in like gravity. “But I’ll give you a choice. You can walk away right now and never think of me again.” Her fingers grazed his arm, the lightest touch, but it sent a shock through his entire body. “Or you can stay... and see where this goes.” Clark’s heart pounded in his chest. Everything about this felt wrong—the way the room seemed to shrink around them, the way her eyes glittered with something hungry. But God, the way she touched him, the way she looked at him, made it impossible to think straight. “And if I stay?” His voice was barely a whisper. Her smile deepened, and she leaned in, her breath hot against his ear. “If you stay,” she whispered, “I’ll only take what you want to give me.” She pulled back just enough to look into his eyes, her gaze holding his captive. “For now.” His mouth went dry, and he couldn’t tear his eyes away from hers. “For now?” he repeated. Rowan’s hand slid up his chest, resting just over his heart, and Clark felt a weight settle over him. He could feel her, not just on his skin, but *inside* him, sinking into the spaces between his thoughts, seeping into his veins. “I’m very good at waiting, Clark. I can wait until you’re ready to give me more. And when you are... I’ll take it all.” A shiver ran down his spine, and he could barely breathe. His head screamed at him to run, to get out, to put as much distance between himself and this woman—this *creature*—as possible. But his body betrayed him. He stayed. Rowan’s fingers tightened ever so slightly on his chest, and her smile shifted, something darker lurking just beneath the surface. “You’ve made your choice, haven’t you?” Her voice was sweet, almost teasing. “You want me.” Clark nodded, unable to speak. Her smile widened, and her lips brushed against his. “Good,” she whispered. “Because I want you too…for now.”
libby (feral.libra)
2024-10-13 19:56:17 +0000 UTCWell, it finally happened. Week after laborious week of coming to yoga in the hopes that she would be the only one there, and there she was. It was just her and Clark. He always locked up after class so there was no one else in the whole studio. Just the two of them. She watched curiously in the shadows as Clark went through his nightly procedures, diligently taking care of his studio. Wiping mats, organizing the music collection and even checking the thermostat. Her eyes were trained on him. Though he moved swiftly, every step his routine was always, always completed. She’d like to think he saved the best for last. Slowly, copying the languid movements Clark taught day after day, she stretched and slunk out from her nap spot in the shadows. “You stretch like you’ve had a long day too,” Clark laughed, opening a can of scrumptious food. “Are you hungry, Cinder?” Cinder meowed (she felt like it was a roar) in response, and followed him to a back room where her food was served. Clark set her dish on the floor, and the cat feasted while he locked the front door.
Jay
2024-10-13 19:49:50 +0000 UTC“…mine will come tomorrow but I have a really dumb idea]” doc, we have only one rule in our chat outside of here - no negative self talk or apologizing for being human Consequence? Spankings Bend over.
Mare
2024-10-13 19:27:37 +0000 UTCOh my gosh, Jamie! This was wonderful! Such an interesting perspective on the story! And I love a witchy woman. 😍
meg
2024-10-13 18:28:38 +0000 UTCBeware my fellow patrients. This one has themes of lack of consent and problematic behaviors. I hope it’s ok to post here, and if not I’m happy to take it down Doc. I never want to trigger anyone, so please skip if this might be a problem!! I know this is a fun space, but I think most women have dealt with men like this at least once, if not repeatedly. This is where the topic took me this week. Feel free to share your thoughts in the comments. 44. Well, it finally happened. Week after laborious week of coming to yoga in the hopes that she would be the only one there, and there she was. It was just her and Clark. He always locked up after class so there was no one else in the whole studio. Just the two of them. He had been watching her ass for all those weeks, those luscious tits in her tight yoga outfits. It was so damned hard to hide his erection every time she walked in, but now she was away from the pack. He had her cornered, and he knew she had been sizing him up as well. He lowered his voice to the most sultry tone as he sauntered over, “Hey gorgeous”. He put a hand on her lower back as she was bent over to pick up her yoga mat. Gods, that ass was going to be his. It was all he could think about. “Lucinda, right? You’ve really been coming along in my class.” His hand started to trace slowly up and down her spine, and he never noticed that she had stilled. After a moment, she straightened, mat still on the floor. She turned to face him, and stared deeply into his eyes, almost into his soul. He was a little startled by the intensity of her gaze, but was determined not to be distracted from the goal he’d set himself weeks ago. She smiled, it felt like an acquiescence, and he knew she had just surrendered to him. Simple as that. He put his hand around her waist and pulled her to him without another word. Never a thought to actual consent, or what she might want, or how the power dynamic of him as her older teacher might impact what was happening. She had never spoken a single word to him, and he had never noticed. He lowered his mouth to hers, pressing her body against his, and when their lips collided he felt a word murmured into his mouth. “Frog” was the only thing she ever said to him. The transformation was quick as a wink. A quiet poof of pink sparkles and there he was, green and warty, sitting on her yoga mat. “Ribbit” he said, in an oddly confused and angry tone for a frog. She smiled again, as she picked him up in the palm of her hand, and this one reached her eyes. “I know, I know, the sheer audacity of a woman doing such a terrible thing to you. But you have lessons to learn, little froggie. If you learn them well and find a woman who wants to kiss you of her own volition then you will transform back. If not, if you are incapable, well, I’m sure your legs are delicious.” She cackled as he hopped off her hand for a long drop to the floor. “The world needs more Princes and far fewer men like you. Just doing my part!” And she rolled up her mat, and sashayed that lovely ass away.
Jamie
2024-10-13 18:16:41 +0000 UTC😂 I was hoping someone would go this route
Margaret Peffy Margie Maggie
2024-10-13 16:21:31 +0000 UTCWell, it finally happened. Week after laborious week of coming to yoga in the hopes that she would be the only one there, and there she was. It was just her and Clark. He always locked up after class so there was no one else in the whole studio. Just the two of them. She stood by the door, pretending to fumble with her water bottle while her heart tried to jump out of her chest. How do you flirt with Superman without him knowing you know he's Superman? “Great class tonight,” she said, forcing a smile. Smooth. Clark smiled back, “Thanks, you did really well.” She grinned, moving closer. “You never sweat, you know that? It’s like you’re… superhuman.” Clark chuckled. “Superhuman, huh? That’s a new one.” “Come on,” she teased, “no one’s that good at yoga. You sure you’re not hiding a cape under that mat?” His eyes twinkled, clearly amused. “If I were a super...man, I wouldn’t tell anyone.” She tilted her head. “Good thing I’m not just anyone.” Clark chuckled, raising an eyebrow. “And what would you do if I was Superman?” She smirked. “Well, I’d probably invite him out for a drink.” Clark’s grin widened. “Then I guess Superman knows who to ask.” With a wink, he unlocked the door, leaving her to wonder if she’d just scored a date with Superman.
meg
2024-10-13 16:17:05 +0000 UTC
