The Motel

A young woman brings a curse upon herself.

Hello!

This story is for Solone ( http://solone.deviantart.com/ ) a very talented CG artist (and that’s saying something for me since I really like CG TF art). He recently put out a series titled “Motel 6” ( http://solone.deviantart.com/gallery/56387845/Motel-6 ) and I decided, what the hey! I’m going to write a super quick little story about it and make stuff up! And so, I did. Please note that this is my own interpretation and, most likely, Solone had an entirely different idea for what was going on. This is a tribute piece for him :)  I highly recommend you check out his stuff!

The Honeypot Ch. 05 [BE / Bimbofication / TG]

The sounds of the city’s nightlife greeted Robert as he stepped from his apartment complex.  He stopped, eyes wide and watching as an increasingly small part of him worried about how he looked.  He frowned at himself, unsure of why he’d be worried yet the feeling didn’t fade.  A warm breeze caressed his soft, hairless cheek and he shivered in pleasure.  Goosebumps rose from his arms and the young man hugged himself, hands rubbing against his arms.

An older gentleman walked by and Robert watched him pass.  Behind the man, two young women walked, laughing and talking about a movie they’d just watched together. …

Unclean [TF / FM / Wererat]

A very quick, very messy wererat story with an alternate “sexy” ending.  I haven’t done a rat TF before so, here you go!

“No, listen. Listen! I’m telling you, the goddamned cab driver dropped me off at the wrong place.” The young woman stalked down the desolate street, shoulders hunched deep within her suit jacket. Her black high heels clicked-clacked on the broken sidewalk. Rows of old brick houses lined the street. The buildings were built in rapid development decades ago but now most lay empty and boarded up. A few children played basketball in the street ahead of her and several adult sat in front of their homes, relaxing on the wide, dark gray concrete steps.…

The Honeypot Ch. 04 [BE / Bimbofication / TG]

Karyn hummed to herself as she closed her apartment door.  She wore a pair of old, white running shoes along with her bright pink scrubs.   A light black jacket and small backpack completed her outfit.  She walked down the hallway to the stairs, skipping steps gleefully until she reached the bottom.  The sun lay low on the horizon, half-hidden behind the taller buildings downtown.  Karyn raised her face to the sun with her eyes closed, smiling for no other reason than happiness at being outside.

The walk to the local bus stop was short and Karyn nearly danced the entire way.  …

The Honeypot Ch. 03 [BE / Bimbofication / TG]

Senator O’Neal stepped lightly into the hallway, her luggage bumping along behind her.  Paul stood to the side of the door.  His hands were loose against his sides and his eyes roamed ceaselessly along the hallway.  The young woman looked up at him and smiled.

“I’m ready!” she chirped and then turned to her right as Paul turned the opposite direction.

“Senator, the elevators are this way,” he told her.

“I knew that,” she answered.  A pretty red blush crept up the senator’s cheeks.  Her smile deepened and the faint hints of dimples appeared.  Turning, she walked toward her aide and continued down the hallway while he followed behind her. …

The Honeypot Ch. 02 [BE / Bimbofication / TG]

The agent’s target begins to change, her intelligence fading as her body undergoes transformation.  However, she’s not the only one dealing with sudden new thoughts and desires…

The muted chirp of Senator O’Neal’s cellphone brought her up from the depths of a bright and sunny dream.  She clutched at the dream as she woke; rarely were they as happy and simple as the one she was waking from.  Usually, she dreamed of huge, dark figures moving slowly across a shattered landscape.  She was nearly always being chased by something in those dreams while, around her, people screamed in pain and terror. …

The Honeypot Ch. 01 [BE / Bimbofication / TG]

A young agent is tasked with sabotaging a rising politician’s career and life but finds the game can change in an instant.

Chapter 1 of 3

 

The heavy silence in the old room was finally broken by a tiny ‘clink’ sound as a crystal clear ice cube shifted in a short, heavy glass.  Massive velvet curtains blocked all outside light to the room.  A huge mahogany desk lived in an oasis of soft yellow light that emanated from dark green lamps.  The world beyond was darkness and the pale, overweight man sitting behind the desk looked as if he had lived his entire life in that tiny realm.…

The Pact

Set against the backdrop of 1873, a young man learns the dangers of asking for your hearts desires.  For some forces and dark and enjoy the folly that follows such requests.  The young man’s wish comes with a heavy price that not only he must pay.

A single bead of sweat crept from beneath the band of Little Joe’s hat, burrowing through caked-on dirt until it worked itself down into a muddy afterthought.  The young man rubbed the back of his grimy hand against his cheek, smearing the streak and wiping away bits of dry earth.  He squinted up at the sun while he pushed the heavy plough behind the family’s old, tired draft horse.