[The following story was compiled following several interviews and eyewitness accounts, as part of an ongoing research project into the supernatural elements of Balston Bay. Authority for this investigation has been granted by the Alchemist’s Guild Head Council, to Journeyman Violet Velvet. Some creative liberties have been taken to protect the identities of the involved parties, and to increase the drama.]
Balston Bay, U.S.A02/13/20XX9:34 p.m. LT
Soft raindrops pattered the cracked streets of Balston Bay, while purples and yellows of neon reflected on the fog to cast an ethereal glow. The streets were lively with people enjoying the night life scene, save for a single soul, waiting at a bus stop and observing the scenery while rexing lofi pyed on his earbuds.
Jon was completely still, save for his measured breathing. It felt nice to just exist in the moment, to watch as life goes on around you, and feel the quiet reverberations inside your soul. He’d describe the experience as spiritual, except he was fairly certain his parents would disagree with his interpretation. Jon harbored his doubts for sure, but he wasn’t yet ready to cast it aside entirely, it was important to his parents after all.
Csses had been tough on him tely. When his family picked Balston University for school, it was rgely because they didn’t want him to move far away from them. He could find something he’d enjoy studying, get a steady job and provide his parents with an easy retirement. Not a bad pn all in all, Jon had to agree. And it wasn’t too bad of a life for him either.
There was just one problem.
Jon was burning out. It was his fourth year of university, and everything was beginning to take a major toll on him. Additionally, between the mandated missions trip overseas, and the loss of most of his friends, Jon was having a hard time keeping up. Each day he felt his headache grow, found it harder to get out of his bed, and paying attention in css became a nightmare of drifting and re-focusing. Eventually he’d give up and y his head on the desk, while circling within his own thoughts.
He’d tried resting on the weekends. Py some video games, get extra sleep, maybe read one of his favorite tg stories while fantasizing about being a beautiful woman. Normal boy stuff. But once Monday rolled around, he’d forget most of the lectures and score poorly on his quizzes, which worsened the building stress. It didn’t help that he had multiple evening csses, and his parents had enforced a strict diurnal schedule that refused to go away.
Which led up to this evening. He’d stared in shocked disbelief at his English midterm, which was marked at a 50/100. The css rushed by in a blind panic, as intrusive thoughts hammered into his skull on repeat. You failed. You messed up. You’re worthless.
It’s fine.
It wouldn’t do to linger on those thoughts, he’d just have to try harder next time, and pull the css around. With those thoughts in mind, he entered his Spanish css, only to find that he’d failed that midterm as well. Numbness spread from his eyes, to his head, to his heart, and he was just… so tired.
It’s… fine.
Which was more or less how he felt now. Most of his energy had been burnt stressing over his test scores, he’d checked out through the entire Spanish lecture, and now he was heading home with nothing to offer his parents except apologies and assurances that he would do better. He had to do better. If he failed, they’d take away the money which had been painstakingly saved up for him to attend college, the money they invested in their future as a family.
Everything’s fine.
And amidst all those crushing expectations, it was so much nicer to just… ignore all that.
Creeping on the edge of his vision, a shadow danced across the streetlight, and crossed the street. His eyes followed the shadow, and nded on a beautiful sight.
A pale woman strutted along the soaked sidewalk in three inch pumps. Her bck ced umbrel covered her pale white skin, adorned in a perfectly fitted bck dress that exposed her shoulders and ced transparent sleeves. Fishnets criss crossed her legs, ending in bck calf length boots that ccked against the pavement. Long silky bck hair completed the look, with a streak of white across the front. Even amidst the colorful night life crowd, she stood out as a beautiful fixture.
For a brief moment, Jon wondered if perhaps he’d been transported into one of his vampire novels, then just as suddenly she was gone. The mysterious woman took a turn into a nearby alleyway, disappearing into the darkness. Standing shocked for several moments, Jon was only snapped out of the moment by the sight of his bus driving down the street. If he missed it, he would have to wait another hour for the next one to arrive. Yet his gaze kept wandering back to that alleyway, where the mysterious woman had suddenly exited his life.
It would make more sense to go back to his apartment tonight, and then check out the alleyway tomorrow morning. The bus drew closer, and the door opened to reveal a nky man with greasy hair and an unsettling smile that reached his ears, but not his eyes.
“Good evening~ Coming on board?”
A shiver ran down his spine at the sight, and with a burst of energy, Jon rushed across the street. In the back of his mind, he reasoned that perhaps the woman had gotten lost, and she might end up at the mercy of a bunch of thugs, or worse.
That was the only reason he was going.
“Sorry!” He raised a hand to the bus driver who only tilted his head, but did not cease his creepy smile.
As his soaked sneakers brought him into the alleyway, Jon got the niggling sensation in the back of his mind that perhaps this was a mistake. What was he doing? Why go chasing after a complete stranger into an alley? She’d think you were a stalker!
But what awaited him in that alleyway was something entirely unexpected.
Biting Boutique. The was the name on the old fashioned shop sign that hung out over the edge of a clothing store, and which y inexplicably in a dark alleyway. Lit windows dispyed an array of goth style clothing, with all the ce that a societal dissident could possibly desire, the kind that Jon had occasionally looked at with a deep seated desire. A fshing neon sign spelled out the word “S E X S H O P” in a procession, before glowing proudly in a color quite simir to Jon’s current cheek color.
A second gnce through the window revealed the bck cd beauty behind a counter, her heeled feet were casually kicked up as she read through a brick length novel. Huh, guess that answers that question.
Jon swallowed past a thick lump in his throat, as a bead of sweat mixed with the rainfall that pounded against his skin. By all rights, he should just turn around and leave right? He didn’t engage in this kind of thing. Yet before he knew it, a shaky hand was opening the door, and he stepped inside, allowing the shop to swallow him whole.
Aromatic incense greeted his nostrils, suffusing him with their powerful fragrance, and turning his mind to thoughts of mystic valleys and secluded groves. A bountiful dispy of unfamiliar garments saturated his vision with images of mesh, fishnets, frills and ce that stirred an all too familiar hunter in his chest.
Yet he stood in fear of the garments, and what they represented. His hand shakily extended towards it, then retreated just as quickly. Heart pounding loudly in his ears, he considered booking it.
“Need help finding anything~?”
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Nicole flipped to the next page in her current enterprise, an examination on the historicity of the figure known in legend as Mazdak. Contrary to what the powers that be would have the average person believe, there has always been opposition to the concept of statehood, for as long as the institutions have existed. Nicole was no stranger to the boot of the proverbial “man”, and learning more about what schors had compiled about differing schools of thought was her way of keeping up with the times.
Truth be told, she was growing increasingly bored with this particur piece of writing, even if the book’s native nguage offered a good opportunity to brush up on her Persian. She needed a different form of stimution this evening, and the book was simply not cutting it tonight. Instead she settled into her old and bad habit of smoking, allowing the poison to filter in through her cigarette holder, fill her lungs, and be exhaled in a satisfying puff.
It was going to be a long night, wasn’t it?
Her ears perked up as the door’s bell jingled, and the first (possibly only) customer of the evening entered her store. He was a tall, nky boy with a short cut of brown hair, and a furtive look in his eye. A holy symbol hung around his neck, a clear mark of allegiance. Yet he didn’t seem to be a missionary, nor a priest, or a protester of her “ungodly store!”
Adorable details revealed themselves to her as she assessed the d, and took note of the hunched shoulders, as well as the downward tilt of the eyes and the gentle bite on their lips. Not to mention the longing stare towards her collection of clothing. Experienced as she was, Nicole could spot the signs of a seed.
A grin slowly grew on her face. Seemed she’d caught an innocent little mouse in her trap, and she was going to have fun pying with them.
“Need help finding anything~?” She whispered.
The cute little thing practically jumped out of their skin at the question, as a bead of sweat (Or maybe rain?) dripped down from their brow and they instinctively shook their head. “N-No, I just… uhm… I s-saw you go into the alleyway and I thought that…”
“I might need help?” She wryly asked. They could only gnce down at the carpeted floor in shame, while she took another puff from her smoke, allowing the draw to st just a little bit longer. “A helpless damsel, in need of some assistance, is that what you were expecting?”
They turned their head in dejection, and Nicole’s heart sank for just a moment. Too much.
“S-Sorry, I’ll just go-”
“No.” Immediately freezing in pce like a deer in headlights, with their hand grasping the doorknob. “Stay a while. I might not be in need of help, but why not take a look around while you’re here?” She smiled, then took another draw from her smoke.
“N-No that’s… that’s all right, I don’t typically come to pces like this…” Their finger twirled around the crucifex, dangling from their neck like a heavy colr. Poor thing.
Now to y the bait. “Perhaps it’s a good opportunity to try something new then. It’s not as if you’ll be condemned to hell for looking at a few articles of clothing.”
The guarded look of apprehension was utterly charming on the beleaguered youth. It was always the innocent ones that were the most fun to py with. She didn’t even need to charm this one, as the cute little seed repeatedly fell into each of her prompts.
“I-I won’t? Really?” They asked, seeking permission from a God that would never answer.
“Really really. So rex, take some time and enjoy yourself. You look like you could use some of that in your life.” She commented.
“O-oh, sorry. Do I really look that bad?” They questioned, taking a few more anxious steps into the store.
She quirked an eyebrow. “I can see the circles from over here, hon.”
They bit their lip, turning away nervously and letting out a sigh. “Y-Yeah, just… a lot on my mind tely is all.” The shocked look in their eyes upon seeing the selection of cy dresses was simply to die for.
“Well, I’ve got nothing but time. Why not talk to a random stranger about it?” Nicole leaned back in her chair, crossing her fishnet covered legs.
They gulped, and a toothy grin rose on her lips. “W-Well it’s just… college has been really hard tely. I failed two midterms, and I don’t know what I’ll tell my parents.”
She took another thoughtful puff of her smoke and exhaled slowly. “A familiar tale. Tossed upon the waves of life, clinging desperately to the ship even as it slowly sinks into the ocean’s depths.”
A long pause followed, where the nervous little mouse stared down at their shoes in shame. Got ‘em. “I have something that I believe you’d enjoy.”
Reaching under the counter for the object in mind, the cutie approached the counter with tepid steps. Her fingers curled around soft leather, and with utmost gravitas, revealed a bck leather colr, with a single shining buckle and a loop.
Apples would be jealous of the red that shown on the youth’s cheeks as the forbidden fruit was unveiled. “M-Miss that’s…”
“Yes, it’s a colr.” She allowed a fsh of her teeth to show as the youth extended a shaking hand towards the object. “Don’t forget to breathe.”
They blinked slowly, and drew in a long breath. Too adorable. “R-Right, sorry I just… I didn’t even know that these were made for… people.”
So innocent~ She let out a soft chuckle and smiled as they took the colr in shaking hands, staring at it like a forbidden artifact. “Just for you, I’ll cut you a deal.” He looked up anxiously and tilted his head in confusion. “You can take that home with you today, but in exchange…” She leaned forward, allowing the soft neon lights to highlight her heavy makeup and perfectly soft skin. “You’ll come back to visit my shop each week.” Her toothy grin sent visible goosebumps over his arms.
“O-Okay…” He squeaked. Hook, line, and sinker.
“Good boy.” His blush at that simple compliment sent her sky high. “Now, I believe you have a bus to catch? Run along now, we can talk more next week~”
He slowly nodded his head, face still flushed, but he mustered a lovely little smile. “Y-Yes ma’am. I’ll… see you then!”
As he stepped back out into the rain, Nicole leaned back in her chair as a smug satisfaction grew over her. Corruption of the innocent was one of her favorite past times, one she took a special pride in as an elder trans woman.
What a lovely evening this had turned out to be.
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Jon stared at the colr with an anxiously held breath.
What the hell was I thinking?!
The beautiful woman with the bright red eyes had mesmerized him with her beauty, and now he had gone back to his messy apartment with a colr of all things! What had possessed him to take the woman up on her offer, even if it was a very generous one?
What would your parents think?!
And yet, even as every ounce of conditioning railed against him for taking the object, a growing part of him was intently drawn towards it. The parts of him that were exhausted felt apathetic to the entire situation, and the tter two parts proved to be much stronger than the years of beratings and beatings.
His fingers grasped around the colr, feeling the soft leather, luxuriously intoxicating against his skin. Another bead of sweat dripped from his brow, and he gulped quite loudly.
“It’s… it’s okay, right? It’s just a colr… a strip of leather. Nothing more than that. I can wear this? No one else is even here, no one will care…”
With another gulp, he unfastened the colr, and before his conditioning could reassert itself, he had already slipped it around his neck and buckled it closed. Shivers of delight shot down his spine like electrical currents, and he let out a shuddering moan. How powerful was this thing that it could make him feel this… stimuted, by the presence of a mere colr alone?
He decided that the woman must have been a witch, and that she’d pced a spell on him.
That made it so much easier to just touch himself, to feel the intense pleasure that had been slowly building ever since he entered the shop. Each touch of his fingers sent tingles of delight from the affected spot, each delicate grazing leaving his toes curling. Laying down onto his bed, Jon’s hands explored his newly awakened body, moaning in delight as he traced along the inner thighs.
The voices screamed at him to stop, but he didn’t care. It felt so much better to defy those expectations, to be a vessel for his own enjoyment, and take fulfillment from each peak he explored on his initiative.
Left panting and gasping by his own light touches, Jon could only hold one thought above all others.
If that was what his body felt like, what would happen if he…?
A finger deftly trailed its way to his stiffened rod, and performed the same delicate trace down its length. Clear pre-cum splurted out in appreciation of his gentle ministrations, and he bit down on his lower lip to stifle the intense moan that burst out of him.
With his other hand, Jon dared to try something he had read countless times in all of his favorite tg stories. As the tips of his fingers brushed over a hardened nipple, Jon practically squealed out in pleasure at the intense stimution.
“O-Oh fuck… this is dangerous…”
Danger only served to make him more aroused as his fingers pyed with his two most sensitive areas, and as Jon’s back arched in pleasure, he felt the pressure building behind his rod, eager to be released.
“Fuck… fuck fuuuuuck…!!”
He squealed again as a mind shattering orgasm gripped his body, writhing on the bed as he reached the peaks of pleasure. It was more intense than any attempts at self-py he had engaged with through his life, and no God could stop him from enjoying it.
As the pleasure faded into a blissful afterglow, Jon pulled the covers over his bare body, and shivered. He’d definitely have to go back to the shop next week, if only to thank the nice woman… and get her name too.
Jon drifted off into the best sleep he’d had in months.
