A knock sounded at the door. Cassandra placed her novel face down on the purple recliner, and pulled her flowing, black hair out of her eyes as she advanced to open the door. Standing outside in the later twilight sky, was the flamboyant, enthusiastic Victoria. A lifelong friend of Cassandra's daughter, Taylor.
"Hello Cassandra! How are you? Is Taylor home?" Victoria zestfully asked.
Cassandra replied, "I'm doing okay hon, and she's probably in the basement. Come in."
As Victoria quickly entered the cold, dimly lit Grimley household, she was caressed by what seemed to be an unforgiving darkness that slithered up her spine. After all these years, she knew that the procedure was to remove your shoes upon entering, so that is exactly what she did. The apprehension was shrugged off, but shortly regained as the heavy, medieval-themed basement door was slowly, but noisily opened. Each wooden stair creaked as it was descended cautiously. A slight odor of mildew lingered as water droplets quietly resonated throughout the pitch-black dungeon. Victoria called out for Taylor, as it was impossible to see anything in there. Taylor didn't seem to present, and neither were any light switches. Victoria attempted to exit back up the stairs, but quickly before so, she was frightened out of her mind when her forearm was grasped by a pale, sticky hand extended out of the darkness. She stumbled backward, forcing the hand to let go. However, before she could attempt to kick the disturbing presence, it was revealed only to be Taylor lurking in the shadows for no particular reason. Victoria shakily questioned as to why she would perform such a stunt.
"I was just... Practicing... Anyway, you look lovely today, like a burning angel, as you do very single day.~"
"Aw, um, thank you... You also look... Lively. I don't know what you mean by practicing, but why isn't there any light in here? Are you okay?"
Taylor lit a blood-red candle atop a candlestick while guiding Victoria by the hand to a worn down futon that can easily be perceived as utilized for intercourse. Taylor gently set the melting candle above the dark, archaic bookshelf filled with erotic novels, informational books relating to a variety of animals species, and what seemed to resemble spell books.
"I'm moderate. Anyway, are we doing this, or what? My desires need to be fulfilled, and I am sure that yours do as well.~" Taylor stated as naughty as can be.
"Now?! Your mother is still here, we'll definitely get caught! And you can't go ten minutes without sexual activity, or you'll probably go on a rampage trying to literally rape strangers! I mean... Um. Sorry for the outburst..."
Taylor agreed, "That does seem like me. But apparently it is illegal to rape people... Just submit to your urges. It will be exhilarating.~"
Victoria gave into her hormonal temptations by removing each article of clothing, and showing more of her healthy, tan glow, and voluptuous breasts. All clothes except her orange socks. Foreplay was often skipped, due to Taylor's impatient and highly lascivious tendencies.
"It is pleasing to be in acceptance of such a laudable friend who never judges me because I own organs seldom owned by females. And by seldom, I mean never..." Taylor sympathized.
While Taylor's overall appearance is of a female, she possesses a penis and testicles. A trait she shares with her only other friend, Rachael
"Look, Taylor. I will never let anyone hurt you! I will always be here for you! You're my best friend! Maybe... More."
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Melon Balls
Adventure(UPDATING) After gaining knowledge of her prodigious history as a dark magic user, our concupiscent, morbid "hero," Taylor Grimley, embarks on a paramount quest to exterminate a malicious, ancient evil constructed by one of her own ancestors. Though...
