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Brad has lost his wife and the locket she gave him is knocked from his hand in front of a subway. As he jumps for it and grabs it he is transported to another world. He wakes up to find the water is inhabited by voracious creatures and is cautioned and befriended by a large female centaur. Her hair and coat are bright purple with flecks of orange and her skin from the waist up to her face is a bright gold, almost covered in glitter. Her eyes seem to glow of the same color purple as her hair. Were it not for all these other distractions he would be enthralled with her naked breasts right at his eye level as she stood before him. She befriends him and takes him on a magical journey to discover why and how he came here, eventually to realize his wife was from here and would return here upon her death in his world. He must find her here. They set out on their journey to discover it's purpose and in time discover both friends and foes of all shapes and sizes.
This is not just a 'throw her down and fuck" thread as someone put it to me. This story is meant to include character development, and plot, as well as sexual undertones and overtones. If you are looking for short posts, this is not likely the place.
Please post your character description, inclination as to whether your are friend or foe, special skills, magic, hunting, shapeshifting, etc..And please include a sample of you rwriting or a link to something you've written.
Other Worlds begins
Other Worlds
Brad walked slowly along the subway platform, absorbed in his own thoughts as the crowd bustled around him. So many were hurrying to and from their place of employment and he could care less. In the last six months Brad had lost his business, his house, his cars, and now, worst of all, his wife of ten years.
Ellen had been diagnosed with an aggressive form of an unknown cancer-like illness and despite everything the doctors did it progressively ate away at her body. It had been devastating watching her go like that. She’d been so full of life, energetic, happy. The last thing she’d said to him was “Find your way home” and “I love you” as she pressed the locket she’d never taken off since she’d met him, into his hand, and she’d just seemed to go to sleep, forever.
How had it come to this? He didn’t care what happened now. He wasn’t suicidal, he didn’t believe in giving up, but he had no idea where to go from here. His business had gone under while his wife died, all he had left was the locket which he carried now. This was his routine, leave the one bedroom apartment he had, not even as large as the kitchen he and his wife had shared meals in for ten years, walk down to the subway station. He’d take the train to his old office, see it was still for lease, consider starting over again. All the while holding her locket, rubbing it, caressing it, kissing it. Never letting it slip from his fingers.
He walked down the stairs, there were more people on the platform than usual. He stood waiting for the train to approach, holding her locket. There was a smudge, he lifted it to look at it as he grabbed the cleaning cloth he kept in his pocket. As he was reaching for his pocket someone pushed him hard. “Oh no!” the locket was knocked from his hand and he could see it flying through the air as if in slow motion, out over the tracks.
Without thinking in the slightest he stretched out his arm and jumped. The locket had gone in an upward arch as it headed for the rails, as he leapt his only thought was “Not this too”.
Brad never noticed the train, the conductor never even had time to apply the brakes.
Brad’s hand grabbed the locket, clutching it tightly. At that moment Brad was blinded by the brightest light he’d ever seen and surrounded with a tremendous pressure. It felt like he’d been submerged underwater with millions of gallons of water pressing in all around him, then, everything went dark.
“Oh my aching head” Brad thought as he tried to sit up and rub his neck and the back of his head. What had happened, had he gotten drunk? He’d done that a few times since his wife had passed. It just made him more depressed especially when he went to his old house and the rude old man told him he didn’t live there anymore. Occasionally he awoke in strange places but this was the strangest yet. He couldn’t think of any parks near him that were this large but it had to be a park. What else could it be? There was grass everywhere with huge trees, sun shining and he thought he heard water. He must have hit his head pretty hard because everything looked a little off in color. The sun wasn’t yellow, it had a green tint to it and the grass looked slightly red, the trees had shades of purple and orange. Wow, had he taken LSD last night?
Where was the locket?! He panicked, but there it was, tucked deeply into his palm protected by his strong fingers curled around it. He opened it, it carried a picture of some “fairy tale” that his wife had told him about when they’d met. He wasn’t sure of its origin, he’d never heard it growing up but she loved it. She talked like it was real and not just a story. He’d loved to listen to her tell it, she seemed to expand the story a little more all the time to include herself and make believe friends. He opened it now to look upon the picture. “This couldn’t be right” The picture he was looking at was identical to the place he was looking at in front of him. It was as if some photographer had sat exactly where he was and taken this picture. But how could he have found that same spot, drunk none the less?! As he looked, he noticed the picture had the same discoloration he saw now. The sun, grass, trees all looked slightly off as he saw them now. Must be a prism or something distorting the colors nearby to cause this when the picture was taken and still be causing it now. He stood, there was the stream he’d heard. It might not be civilized, but all he wanted to do was dunk his head in the water till it stopped hurting. He walked over, climbing over a few rocks toward the edge of the stream. There was a nice deep pool with a fairly flat rock he could lay on and stick his head in the water. He sat down, laying on his stomach,
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you” someone behind him said.
Startled, he nearly fell in the water as he rolled over and looked behind him. Sitting in the shadows of the trees and shrubs was a young lady looking out from behind a tree. She had a concerned look on her face as she motioned toward the water. “There are better ways to die if that’s your plan”
“No, what? No I was just trying to cool my head down, it’s hot and my head is killing me.” He replied
“Well, I doubt your head will kill you, but once you stick it in there you’ll wish it had” She replied “What do you mean” Brad asked. “See that stick with the leaf on the end, dip that in the water, be careful not lean too close” She said. He picked up the stick laying near him and hesitantly and dubiously poked it toward the water, as the leaf touched the water, the water seemed to boil and churn pulling the stick from his hand into the depths of the water. Startled he stepped back, even more startled he fell on his ass as the stick came flying back out of the water at him. “What was that?” he asked of the young lady. “That was a spirit of unclean water” she replied. “If you’re thirsty and would like to be refreshed, you may follow me and I will lead you to a safe pool you can wash yourself in” She hoped this stranger would take a bath, he and his clothes smelled worse that the filthy creatures her uncles farmed. As she stood she shook out her long silken hair. Her hair was the color of the leaves, a golden tinted purple with hints of orange. Brad watched as she shook out her hair, this must be some sort of new age hippy or goth with hair like that. He couldn’t yet see her clothes since she was still hidden behind the tree and above him but that hair was too colorful to be real. It must be a wig then he thought. As she stood she seemed unbelieveably tall, was she standing on a rock? He wondered as she turned toward him his mouth dropped.
As she came from behind the tree, he first saw her face, framed by her hair her eyes seemed to glow the same color purple her hair was tinted. Contacts he would have thought but for now he was mesmerized by this girls other features. His eyes followed her hair down as it framed what were two magnificent breasts. They were large, he’d judge from his standard to be about a D cup but seemed to be very firm. They stood proudly, nipples erect on her golden skin. Her skin the color of gold coins reflecting the light like she was covered in glitter. He would have loved to stare at her breasts, even if it were rude, but his eyes were drawn to her lower features. She wasn’t wearing anything at all, but that wasn’t the most amazing thing. About waist high she became covered in a thick coat of short hair all colored purple as her hair on the top of her head. It spread all the way down to her…..hooves?! Which appeared to be painted gold to match her skin tone. As she walked from behind the tree the rest of the way, there was more. She was a Centaur! No way this was happening, he must have met up with his friend John after drinking and allowed John to talk him into taking his ever present stash of LSD and now he was on a trip. Ok, that was plausible, and as long as she wasn’t going to eat him, he was up for a trip with a beautiful, large breasted fair tale creature.
“Ok, my fairy tale friend, where to?” He asked to stunned to consider this anything but a dream or good trip.
This is not just a 'throw her down and fuck" thread as someone put it to me. This story is meant to include character development, and plot, as well as sexual undertones and overtones. If you are looking for short posts, this is not likely the place.
Please post your character description, inclination as to whether your are friend or foe, special skills, magic, hunting, shapeshifting, etc..And please include a sample of you rwriting or a link to something you've written.
Other Worlds begins
Other Worlds
Brad walked slowly along the subway platform, absorbed in his own thoughts as the crowd bustled around him. So many were hurrying to and from their place of employment and he could care less. In the last six months Brad had lost his business, his house, his cars, and now, worst of all, his wife of ten years.
Ellen had been diagnosed with an aggressive form of an unknown cancer-like illness and despite everything the doctors did it progressively ate away at her body. It had been devastating watching her go like that. She’d been so full of life, energetic, happy. The last thing she’d said to him was “Find your way home” and “I love you” as she pressed the locket she’d never taken off since she’d met him, into his hand, and she’d just seemed to go to sleep, forever.
How had it come to this? He didn’t care what happened now. He wasn’t suicidal, he didn’t believe in giving up, but he had no idea where to go from here. His business had gone under while his wife died, all he had left was the locket which he carried now. This was his routine, leave the one bedroom apartment he had, not even as large as the kitchen he and his wife had shared meals in for ten years, walk down to the subway station. He’d take the train to his old office, see it was still for lease, consider starting over again. All the while holding her locket, rubbing it, caressing it, kissing it. Never letting it slip from his fingers.
He walked down the stairs, there were more people on the platform than usual. He stood waiting for the train to approach, holding her locket. There was a smudge, he lifted it to look at it as he grabbed the cleaning cloth he kept in his pocket. As he was reaching for his pocket someone pushed him hard. “Oh no!” the locket was knocked from his hand and he could see it flying through the air as if in slow motion, out over the tracks.
Without thinking in the slightest he stretched out his arm and jumped. The locket had gone in an upward arch as it headed for the rails, as he leapt his only thought was “Not this too”.
Brad never noticed the train, the conductor never even had time to apply the brakes.
Brad’s hand grabbed the locket, clutching it tightly. At that moment Brad was blinded by the brightest light he’d ever seen and surrounded with a tremendous pressure. It felt like he’d been submerged underwater with millions of gallons of water pressing in all around him, then, everything went dark.
“Oh my aching head” Brad thought as he tried to sit up and rub his neck and the back of his head. What had happened, had he gotten drunk? He’d done that a few times since his wife had passed. It just made him more depressed especially when he went to his old house and the rude old man told him he didn’t live there anymore. Occasionally he awoke in strange places but this was the strangest yet. He couldn’t think of any parks near him that were this large but it had to be a park. What else could it be? There was grass everywhere with huge trees, sun shining and he thought he heard water. He must have hit his head pretty hard because everything looked a little off in color. The sun wasn’t yellow, it had a green tint to it and the grass looked slightly red, the trees had shades of purple and orange. Wow, had he taken LSD last night?
Where was the locket?! He panicked, but there it was, tucked deeply into his palm protected by his strong fingers curled around it. He opened it, it carried a picture of some “fairy tale” that his wife had told him about when they’d met. He wasn’t sure of its origin, he’d never heard it growing up but she loved it. She talked like it was real and not just a story. He’d loved to listen to her tell it, she seemed to expand the story a little more all the time to include herself and make believe friends. He opened it now to look upon the picture. “This couldn’t be right” The picture he was looking at was identical to the place he was looking at in front of him. It was as if some photographer had sat exactly where he was and taken this picture. But how could he have found that same spot, drunk none the less?! As he looked, he noticed the picture had the same discoloration he saw now. The sun, grass, trees all looked slightly off as he saw them now. Must be a prism or something distorting the colors nearby to cause this when the picture was taken and still be causing it now. He stood, there was the stream he’d heard. It might not be civilized, but all he wanted to do was dunk his head in the water till it stopped hurting. He walked over, climbing over a few rocks toward the edge of the stream. There was a nice deep pool with a fairly flat rock he could lay on and stick his head in the water. He sat down, laying on his stomach,
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you” someone behind him said.
Startled, he nearly fell in the water as he rolled over and looked behind him. Sitting in the shadows of the trees and shrubs was a young lady looking out from behind a tree. She had a concerned look on her face as she motioned toward the water. “There are better ways to die if that’s your plan”
“No, what? No I was just trying to cool my head down, it’s hot and my head is killing me.” He replied
“Well, I doubt your head will kill you, but once you stick it in there you’ll wish it had” She replied “What do you mean” Brad asked. “See that stick with the leaf on the end, dip that in the water, be careful not lean too close” She said. He picked up the stick laying near him and hesitantly and dubiously poked it toward the water, as the leaf touched the water, the water seemed to boil and churn pulling the stick from his hand into the depths of the water. Startled he stepped back, even more startled he fell on his ass as the stick came flying back out of the water at him. “What was that?” he asked of the young lady. “That was a spirit of unclean water” she replied. “If you’re thirsty and would like to be refreshed, you may follow me and I will lead you to a safe pool you can wash yourself in” She hoped this stranger would take a bath, he and his clothes smelled worse that the filthy creatures her uncles farmed. As she stood she shook out her long silken hair. Her hair was the color of the leaves, a golden tinted purple with hints of orange. Brad watched as she shook out her hair, this must be some sort of new age hippy or goth with hair like that. He couldn’t yet see her clothes since she was still hidden behind the tree and above him but that hair was too colorful to be real. It must be a wig then he thought. As she stood she seemed unbelieveably tall, was she standing on a rock? He wondered as she turned toward him his mouth dropped.
As she came from behind the tree, he first saw her face, framed by her hair her eyes seemed to glow the same color purple her hair was tinted. Contacts he would have thought but for now he was mesmerized by this girls other features. His eyes followed her hair down as it framed what were two magnificent breasts. They were large, he’d judge from his standard to be about a D cup but seemed to be very firm. They stood proudly, nipples erect on her golden skin. Her skin the color of gold coins reflecting the light like she was covered in glitter. He would have loved to stare at her breasts, even if it were rude, but his eyes were drawn to her lower features. She wasn’t wearing anything at all, but that wasn’t the most amazing thing. About waist high she became covered in a thick coat of short hair all colored purple as her hair on the top of her head. It spread all the way down to her…..hooves?! Which appeared to be painted gold to match her skin tone. As she walked from behind the tree the rest of the way, there was more. She was a Centaur! No way this was happening, he must have met up with his friend John after drinking and allowed John to talk him into taking his ever present stash of LSD and now he was on a trip. Ok, that was plausible, and as long as she wasn’t going to eat him, he was up for a trip with a beautiful, large breasted fair tale creature.
“Ok, my fairy tale friend, where to?” He asked to stunned to consider this anything but a dream or good trip.
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