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Story concept #5

Title: Absentīs Rex

Story status: Unfinished (WIP)

Warnings: Unwilling (on BOTH sides), mentions of death and capital punishment, and SERIOUS BODY HORROR!!!

Notes: This is a story I've been tinkering with under this title since high school. It's a major overhaul of- Get this- An MLP horror fanfic that I wrote in middle school! I was in my creepypasta phase at the time, and wrote several stories I actively hated. I wanted to be writing and posting safe noms at the time, but was so afraid of rejection that I wrote gory, mean-spirited creepypasta instead, because it was considered acceptable then.

This is a very different story now, and it's truly horrific in a very different way to that original one. If it tells you anything, the alternate title to this is "the parasite". Not the kind from the Healer dictionary, either.

This was one of my first dips into using aspects of Healing for horror, and it still disturbs me to this day. I haven't even covered all the warnings needed for the whole thing; I just mentioned the ones needed for the post itself. Tread with caution, please don't take the warnings lightly.

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August, king of the eastern fox kingdom, insists to go out on his own late at night in search of a fabled glowing plant. This is the only time he can find it, he claims, when its glow isn't blotted out by the sun.

His palace guards, Duncan and Ira, don't want to let him go. The Raven forest is a dangerous place, especially for a lone fox. They argue back and forth for a while and reach somewhat of a compromise: August will go, and a guard will accompany him.

August chooses a strong, young guard named Theodore. The palace guards accompany them to the edge of the kingdom, trying all the while to convince him not to go. Alas, they fail. August has made up his mind.

"We'll be fine, boys! Expect us back by sunrise." August says, motions to Theodore to follow, and disappears into the forest.

The guards' hearts sink deeper and deeper as the hours pass. They try to keep faith in August and Theodore... But it runs out once the sun starts to rise.

The palace guards gather a search party, and they quickly find the missing foxes' scent trails and follow them. The trails get stronger and stronger, until they fade out...

... And an awful scene greets them.

The group comes to a clearing covered in patches of the plant the king sought. The dirt and plants are torn up and splotched with something black. The king's lantern lays shattered in a puddle of the stuff, and Theodore's spear lays off to the side, its tip snapped clean off and nowhere to be found.

In the middle of all this destruction lays a white wolf sleeping on her back. One paw is wrapped around the strap of a bag, and the other rests on her distended belly.

The foxes, enraged, sneak up on the wolf and seize her. She wakes up in shock and demands to know what's going on.

"You're under arrest for the murder of our king and a member of the royal guard." Ira barks.

"What?! I wouldn't murder anybody, let alone your king! I don't even know who he is!" She insists.

The foxes then pull the king's crown out of her bag, and silently drag her back to the kingdom amid mountains of protest. They bring her to the castle dungeon and toss her in a cell, locking it immediately.

The wolf, of course, is Kiera. She can tell that there are a couple creatures in her stomach, but she has no idea who they really are, how they got there, and why they aren't saying anything. They're obviously breathing, but not making a sound.

She pleads to be let go and tells them that if she has their king, he's still alive, and she can get him out.

Being outsiders, they don't believe her.

So, she attempts the standard teleportation spell... But, nothing happens. Desparate, she tries to bring them up manually instead, but that doesn't work, either.

"Enough!" Ira shouts, "Enjoy your last day, beast. You hang at dawn tomorrow."

Duncan is left to watch her cell as the rest of the royal guard leaves to prepare the gallows for the first execution the kingdom has ever experienced.

Little do any of them know, Kiera herself is not the danger... The danger literally lies within her, sitting between the terrified king and guard, casting its own spells to prevent them from speaking or getting out.

The only glimmer of hope that comes that day is Kiera managing to send for help.

As night falls, strange and awful things happen... And everything gets much, much worse for everyone.

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I think anything more would give too much away... I hope to finish at least a readable draft of this story soon. It's been haunting me since I decided to start writing it, and I'd love to get it out into the world.

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Story concept #4

Title: Weasel

Story status: Unfinished (WIP)

Warnings: Unwilling, A major mention/implication of violence and death (you know me- nothing comes of it).

Notes: This is actually my most recent story, and example of one of my stories that stemmed from a single thought! That's always happened to me, but it's become more and more rare as I've gotten older.

Because of the kind of mean nature of this one, I'm not sure if the full story itself is shareable. I do want to share some info about it, though, because I've become obsessed with it. Feedback is appreciated. Enjoy!

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If you asked Orson what his job was, he'd tell you that he's a monster hunter... But, he's more of a monster seller. A more blunt person may even call him a poacher.

His latest job was a request to capture a "snakemouth" (whatever THAT is) from a treehouse way outside of town. He's told this specific one is a young woman and should be easy to catch. He almost declines, as that feels kind of slimy, even for him... Until the bounty is presented. He just can't turn it down.

The regret sets in quickly once he actually sets out to do the job. She's much faster than he anticipated, and much more clever. She bolts through the woods unlike anything he's ever tracked, almost like she's teleporting. The chase leads them both into a seemingly abandoned building.

And now, it really sinks in how badly Orson has fucked up. The door locks behind him, and laughter echoes through the halls.

"You better run." Her voice rings out, "When I catch you, I'm gonna eat you."

She runs circles around him as he tries desperately to find an unlocked exit. Eventually, she drops her phone, and he manages to snatch it up as he ducks into a room and finds a vent.

He shifts into his animal form, a river otter, to fit into the vent. Once inside, he looks through the phone and calls the first person he can find in her contacts... Who just happens to be her fiancé.

Orson hopes to convince him to come to his aid, but instead gets taunted and told he's about to meet a horrible, grisly fate. This is a lie, of course, but he believes it. His desperation to get out is kicked into high gear now, sending him sprinting through the vents looking for a way out.

Unbeknownst to him, Kiera, his target, is not alone. She has the help of Ferris, a powerful ghost, on her side. Together, they already have the entire building locked tight. It's just a matter of time before she catches him...

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Story Concept #3

Title: N/A

Story status: Unwritten

Warnings: Unwilling vore (MAJOR this time).

Notes: This one is even less cohesive than the last. I've had this vague idea for a long time, but I actually somewhat envisioned what the pred would look like and how the main action would go down while listening to a song. Points to you if you can guess what it is.

Pred is a creature who lives in the forest. They don't subsist off of actual food, but instead, on the feelings creatures have while dreaming. Fear caused by nightmares is the most "filling" and "nutritious", unfortunately for pred, who actually doesn't like to scare anyone. They eat these feelings by being in physical contact with the creature who's dreaming. Pred can either feed on the dreams a creature is having already, or intentionally induce dreams or nightmares themselves. Inducing nightmares is the part they hate the most, although their hunger sometimes proves it necessary.

Many years ago, pred chose to become a Healer (a process I can explain later if anyone wants). On one hand, it simplified the process of being in constant physical contact with a creature as it dreams through the night. On the other, they also use their ability to help people who are lost or hurt, which makes them feel better about having to eat nightmares from time to time.

In this particular story, pred encounters a very scared young man lost in the woods. They try to explain that they want to help him get home in exchange for some of his dreams. He doesn't believe them, and a chase ensues. Though pred knows giving chase will scare the man further, they really don't want him to get any more lost than he already is.

The man believes pred is going to kill him. He gets quite dinged up in the chase and eventually trips and falls so hard that he can't get back up right away.

Though pred really doesn't want to eat the man without his permission, they see that he's badly hurt and that he clearly wants to keep running. They feel they have no choice but to take him in. They take his phone out of his pocket first so they can get his information, and then grab the man himself.

With a feeble fight on the man's part, pred gets him down. As soon as he reaches their stomach, their immune system kicks in and puts him to sleep. Pred feels guilty for distressing him so badly, but relieved that he's safe and will be healed of his injuries through the night.

Using the info from the man's phone, pred walks all through the night to find where the man lives. Once they're certain he's fully healed, they teleport him out and leave him in his own bed. Pred hopes that when he wakes up, he'll believe the whole experience was a vivid nightmare.

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Story exerpt #1

Title: "What friends are for"

Story status: Unfinished (WIP)

Warnings: Injury, unwilling vore.

Notes: Both characters involved are minors. I won't tolerate any creepy comments or inappropriate interaction.

Kiera tried to focus on getting herself into the treehouse as fast as possible.

This was the sixth time she'd used her power, the second human she'd used it on, and the first time she had been this badly injured as a result.

The ladder may as well have been a sheer, monolithic cliffside. Just getting her fingers to curl around the rungs was a challenge. Even her muscle memory was fuzzy.

It took a great push for her to get herself up through the trapdoor and onto the deck. She narrowly avoided the door slamming down on her foot as she crawled through. She had to lay for a few minutes and wait for her head to stop reeling.

The dizziness eased up, but didn't go away. Kiera pulled herself up by the railing of the deck and dug in her pocket for her keys. With clumsy, shaking fingers, she fumbled the keys into the lock and all but fell through.

The first thing her eyes settled on was the bed. It was tempting, by god, it was... But, the unbearable bitterness in her mouth drew her to shamble to the kitchen sink.

She leaned over and opened her mouth. Blood dripped into the basin and began to snake down towards the drain. She retched and turned the water on.

"How the hell do I even come back from being this hurt?" She thought as she stuck her head under the faucet to drink. Even drinking the cold water sent shocks of pain through her body.

She remembered having a bottle of some sort of healing potion in one of the cabinets.

"…Of course I can help Aria, but not myself. Fuck Healing. I'm never doing this again." She thought, dragging herself to the nearest cabinet and sifting through it.

The scrawl on each label was barely legible amid her dizziness. She resolved to squinting at each one to try to find what she was looking for.

It felt like an eternity before she found the bottle. There was barely a mouthful of the stuff left. She ripped the cork out of the bottle and downed it all at once.

The pain dulled and some of the mental fog lifted. Leaving the bottles she'd pulled down laying all over the counter, Kiera staggered over to her bed and collapsed in a heap on top of the blanket.

The sound of her heart pounding in her ears quieted down. All that was left was the rhythmic ticking of the clock on the wall.

Tick, tick, tick.

Another sound became audible. Not nearly loud enough to drown out the clock, but certainly perceivable.

She could hear Aria shallowly breathing. Once this thought hit her, so did the weight of what she'd done. Fresh tears rolled down her cheeks.

She brought one wavering hand to her face and pinched the bridge of her nose to keep from bursting out sobbing. She weakly pressed the fingertips of the other into her left side.

Under that hand, her immune system was working in overdrive, mending another body's injuries.

Aria laid unconscious. Deep asleep, not stirring but to breathe. She didn't know that she had nearly died in an accident that took a split second to transpire... Nor did she know that she was in her friend's belly.

Kiera hardly had the energy to keep herself from crying. The pain and the gravity of it all were far too much. In multiple senses, she was being drained.

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Story concept #1

Title: "Lost in the Raven forest"

Story status: Semi-abandoned

Warnings: Paranoia, strong fear.

Notes: This is actually a shelved concept for a Twine game I wanted to make. Twine is a free text-based browser game creation tool (in case you didn't know).

You are lost in the infamously dangerous Raven forest at night. You come upon a large treehouse with the lights on, and call up for help out of desperation.

A young woman comes out of the treehouse and tells you to come up. She seems nice enough... But something is off. You can't place what that is, but there's something about her that makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up.

She says she's alone here... So, whose shoes are those neatly tucked under the bed? Why is there a jacket that's far too large to be hers hanging on the back of the door?

The smile she keeps flashing as she speaks is strangely unnerving.

... Would the open forest be safer than staying here?