The lights flashed and flared as a brassy, bouncy tune sounded out through the studio. The stage was simple, a circular dais with a blue circle off center, with a black fade out surround to the circular amphitheater where the studio audience watched from the shadows. Standing on the blue circle was a man, dressed in a bright, snazzy blue suit with yellow question marks embroidered all over it. He had a broad, flashing white smile and jet black hair with a distinguished gray at the temples. A spo
MindBlender
By: immortalsane
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Wobble sat up in her bed, stretching and yawning. She glanced at the clock, tsking softly. She’d almost overslept this morning. She hopped up and hurried into the kitchen, slapping a pan onto the burner and hunting through the fridge and cabinets. A pat of butter went into the pan, and she absently shoved the paper wrapper for the used stick into her mouth, chewing happily as she pulled out a couple of eggs and set them on the counter. She swallowed it as she checked the coffee maker, and
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By: immortalsane
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Scott McCall was having a lovely dream. Deeply weird, as they so often were, of course. Being a teenage werewolf alpha in a town built on a telluric beacon around an ancient druidic site that called out to supernaturals made for a very, very weird life. And dreams so often out do the weird, so Scott’s dreams were very, very weird. At least tonight, they were good ones.
Stiles, his best friend, six inches tall. Riding his cock like a rodeo bull, a tiny cowboy hat on his head, laughing
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By: immortalsane
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