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Friday Microfiction! [Writing Prompt!] (8/15/25)

There was some awesome participation last week, so I figured I'd try another post to see if we can make this sort of a thing! First I'd like to thank everyone that came by last week and shared some awesome and talented writing in this post. You all knocked it out of the park and it was great to see the huge variety of directions that little prompt took everyone in.

Let's do this again! Here's the deets:

Rules:

-You get one comment (4000 characters) to do whatever you'd like with. You do not have to use all 4000 characters, but that is the maximum.

-Please submit one top-level comment. Top-level comments should be short-form fiction, vignettes, scenes, moments in time, setups or vibes using the prompt as inspiration. You can respond to your own or others' writing as much as you'd like, or comment/talk in the 'discussion' thread.

-Horny is absolutely fine, but maybe keep more extreme fetishes (bathroom stuff, non-consent) for private posts. :o)

-You don't have to use the exact wording from the prompt in your submission, especially if they aren't in a point of view, gender or tense that fits your idea. :o) Sometimes prompts will be purely conceptual too so don't feel too much pressure!

-THERE ARE NO WRONG ANSWERS. Speak your creative truth!

Today's prompt:
You never saw this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity coming, but here it is...
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Added: 1 week, 4 days ago
 
beforethefall
1 week, 4 days ago
Discussion thread here. :o) <3
beforethefall
1 week, 4 days ago
The boy crept through the underbrush in the heavily forested hills near his home village. As the festive air slowly settled into a new normal for the little river town, hushed whispers began among his friends and the other youths of the village about a not-too-distant meadow in a nearby valley. A secret gathering place, frequented by the visiting dragons who wished to stretch their legs in their native forms; shrugging off the bipedal bodies they've assumed for the festivals and markets to facilitate their trade, and the closer gathering of bodies and tents in the festival grounds. A rare opportunity for a look at a real, giant dragon outside of the usual distant observation of the procession at the beginning of the festival season, when they paraded along the main road into town in their native quadrupedal forms, carrying their heavy loads of trade goods and tents on their backs.

Just a glimpse into the dragons' normal lives, beyond the sanitized adoption of their village's culture and norms. This was something secret and hidden away, beyond the wall of the festival. A rare and exotic thing the son of a humble butcher may never see.

Up the creek, then left where the old fallen tree spanned the little ravine. Another few minutes through the woods, then along the game trail through the brush to the meadow. He froze, as he crept along the barren earth under the overgrowth. He could hear the heavy breaths of dragons just on the other side of the bushes. He crept forward, and peeked out as their rumbles shuddered the earth beneath his feet.

What he saw, he didn't immediately understand. A massive span of a pair of outstretched wings cast shadow upon the breadth of the meadow, the furred dragon beneath them standing over another on its back of equally massive scale, wings stretched a hundred paces from tip to tip across the lush wildflower-dense clearing. The thunderous drop of the upper's forepaw to the lower's laced their talons - as big as he was - and bore support for the upper dragon.

They were enormous. The scale of these creatures was beyond any expectations the boy had ever had; it was obvious that they used some of their trickery to make themselves smaller, or at least seem smaller, during their processions even - now, they stood at their full scale; massive, rumbling beasts locked together in...

Oh. Oh.

The boy abruptly realized, as the uppermost dragon's hips churned in a deep, plunging roll and the lasciviously wet sound of slime-slicked flesh gliding through slick flesh resounded across the meadow, and he saw a flash of pink between the dragons' hinds before it glided effortlessly into the lowermost dragon again. A deep growl that the boy soon realized was a groan of pleasure, echoed across the clearing.

His eyes widened at the sight, and he let a reflexive gasp slip free from his lips. The uppermost dragon rolled its hips down and smashed its pelvis to the lower dragon's. The boy heard an utterance in the dragons' tongue, though he didn't understand at first. But a second voice rushed over the deep rumble of the foreign language across the meadow. Simultaneously, he heard two languages; the dragons' and his own.

"Zofaas kiir ko veydo, koraav arhk meyz onik wah ros," the deep voice of the larger male dragon growled, echoed by the dragon's second voice, imbued magically over the natural tongue, "Fearful child who hides in the grass; come see and become wise to love."
TheFurWard
1 week, 4 days ago
Ah, so you're not using the prompt directly in the scene.
beforethefall
1 week, 4 days ago
Yeah, not exactly necessary. It's a prompt, not a required line. :o) Felt like it was important to loosen that up because sometimes a prompt could be something like 'Tell us about an important moment in your character's past' or something. :)
TheWolfsDen
1 week, 3 days ago
"Cometh, and wash thy hands clean," The sign said above the white and purple striped tent. I only had the slightest idea of what I was getting into as I stepped through the flaps, moving them aside with shaky hands. The air was cold, so cold I could see my breath swirling in front of me, but not too far. The room was dimly lit by a single candle atop the shabby bookshelf that contained tomes and manuscripts that I couldn't recognize; its light cast down on the solitary table and chair in the center of the tent, with water basin with lyres, lavender, and tulips adorning its side. The liquid inside it was still, peaceful.

I pulled the wooden chair and carefully sat down and breathed in the smell of burning wicker. I can't say if it was me who knocked on the table, but I watched the water ripple in disks again and again—until her image was shown. I almost jumped and screamed as the crone appeared before me: her rugged and old face reflecting on the surface, her brown teeth drowning the burning candle with the smell of rot. I couldn't see her eyes, for they were covered by the dark hood of her cloak, and yet, I sensed she looked at me with scorn and anger, like I was disturbing her more than she disturbed me.
I knew she would show up, she had to show up. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to get what I came for.

The silence that followed was awkward, thick like her labored breath, but when I was about to speak, she hushed me—a gnarly, bony finger was brought to her chapped lips, and I avoided uttering even the lowest of sounds.

"Thou comest hither to seek atonement," she rasped, and brought her hands to the table—long scars distorted her pale skin, as if her hands had been cut and sewn together repeatedly. Her nails were black with dirt and ichor like she had been picking at the sutures.

Her words took me aback—how did she know? The tales said you were to tell her what you wanted.

"Yes," I said as firmly as I could, he tilted her head to one side and then to the other. "I-I came here to be forgiven." It was so cold my lips trembled involuntarily.

At my words, she smiled. Or at least, tried to. All that she did was bare her decaying teeth at me, the corners of her mouth too stiff and wrinkled to pass any sort of emotion. I felt uneasy.

She raised her hands to the sides of my face and then lowered them until they were parallel to my elbows, and made a small beckoning gesture. I slowly raised my hands and she suddenly took them on her own—the texture of her skin was like the scales of a molting snake—and they were cold like ice. My hands shook in hers as she brought them into the water, and they were suddenly warm. The water in the basin was inviting, pleasant, and the whole of my body melted as she washed my digits and palms. And I could feel my sins washing away.

I could sense all the pains in my chest snuffing out, the worries in my mind disappearing, and the heavy burdens on my back lifted—and I began to cry. I wept like a child yearning for her mother, like a newborn missing the warmth of the womb. And then, it was suddenly too warm.

I could feel my heart beating faster as she scrubbed my hands with more and more force, peeling away my skin until I swore it had gone down to the bone. I opened my eyes and my blurry vision clocked the steam rising up from the basin, my hands burning in the scalding water as she kept on washing them. I screamed, jerked, and kicked and yet she did not let go. Sweat ran down my face and hair as the tent became brighter and hotter—fire growing inside the cloth walls.

I begged for her to stop, begged to all gods that could hear to come save me. And when I opened my eyes, I found myself sitting on the crossroad. I looked around, but saw no sign of the crone or the tent.

And now, I feel weirdly empty, as if all life has been syphoned off of me. I am oddly cold. And my hands feel stiff as I write this—the stitching is very tight.
beforethefall
1 week, 3 days ago
Oh, wow. This really gets the brain going! What was the MC atoning for! What happened?! Who was the crone, and what did she TAKE!?! O.O
TheWolfsDen
1 week, 3 days ago
Heh yeah, I wanted to make something a bit mysterious. I used a lot of reverse religious symbolism too.

I promise to write something non-horror related next time lol
beforethefall
1 week, 3 days ago
Write whatever you want! I'm gonna let you cook. ;)
TheWolfsDen
1 week, 3 days ago
Bet lol. thx for it :3
OtterOfAllCosmos
1 week, 3 days ago
(Spanking and gameshows)

"You never saw this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity coming, but here it is!" The host said with open arms. The rat's eyes gleamed off of the studio lights.

The otter stood up from the audience apprehensively. Tapping one foot paw, then the other he stood in the bright spotlight. He couldn't believe he was chosen. The fear faded to excitement as he bounded down to the stage. The purple otter's heart raced as he looked around the colorful set. He loved the gameshow, and it was a dream to even go to a taping and never expected to now be a contestant.

As he approached, the rat angled a microphone towards him. He paused for a long moment, then focused intensely on getting a few words out "Hi, I'm Myst."

The host ushered Myst towards the center of the stage. "Well Myst, I bet you are just so excited to win today's game!" He said with a smile and thrust the microphone back towards the otter.

"Uh, yea!" Myst said, with a smile growing.

"And what about losing? Interested in that?" The host added while raising a single eyebrow.

Myst's face went red.

The host dragged him into a one armed hug. "Ah, a naughty viewer." He said to the otter with a sneer. "Maybe you'll win that vacation, but failing and getting spanked in front of everyone might be why your so excited. Let's just hope your good at trivia."

Myst turned even more red and crossed one leg in front of the other.

A big tiger paw held Myst's shoulder. "I can't wait." A deep voice boomed.

Before he knew it, the otter was pants down, bent over the tiger who brandished a thick wooden ruler. In front of him, he could see the audience, and monitors displaying the feed of his tailhole. If it got spanked or not, having his butt on TV was exhilarating. From out in the audience, he saw his boyfriend give him a thumbs up. It made him melt and get the beginnings of an erection he was sure the tiger could feel.

The lights settled dramatically. "10 questions. Get the first one wrong and your walking away with only 10 slaps of that ruler on your cheeks, lets begin."

Myst's eyes glazed over. The view of his own butt was distracting, along with his embarrassment. But trivia he could do. He knew these answers, as long as he could focus. He managed, and soon 9 questions went by, all correctly answered. Each time the points went up, and so did the penalty. Myst was on track to win that vacation, and yet creeping in was his disappointment if he didn't get spanked. Both were equally appealing.

"Final question! Now, you wouldn't leave our spanker board would you?" The host said. The tiger slapped his paw with the ruler and it made Myst shiver. He blushed, and avoided thinking about giving in right now. "100 spanks if your wrong, or you could walk away with a small prize…"

Myst shook his head. "I'm all in." He said, wiggling his tail. "My butt is also." Even if it was because of a laugher light, he loved the humiliating feeling of having a whole room laughing at him.

"Aright final question: What is the study of a words origin?"

Myst froze. Was it etymology or entomology? One was bugs and the other was words but he couldn't recall which was which. He couldn't think at the moment and the stress of the moment didn't help.

"Etymology?" He guessed.

"Well… That's disappointing." The host said, drawing out his words as Myst sweat. The ruler against his butt felt cold. "Unfortunately, you are correct!" Confetti popped and the otter wagged his tail although he was still held down by the tiger. "Congratulations, are you excited to win?"

Myst nodded. "Ya, I kind of wish I got spanked thought. It would have been fun."

The host shrugged. "For being such a willing contestant, why don't we give you some anyway. How about those 100 you just avoided."

"120" The tiger said, raising the ruler.

Myst looked back at the tiger and with an excited nod readied himself. When the ruler came down for the first hit, it stung in the humiliating buzzy way he had hoped it would.
OtterOfAllCosmos
1 week, 3 days ago
Maybe this prompt was me forcing a gameshow, but I find them a lot of fun to consider.  It's been hard to find time to write recently, but I really have liked writing these two short prompt stories!  I will be doing it more!
beforethefall
1 week, 3 days ago
Hahaha! It's been fun reading them! For some reason the spanking+game show just made me think of a Gaki no Tsukai game where they couldn't laugh or they'd get spanked. Yours went a different direction but it was still a lot of fun to read. Thanks for coming by and chipping in your idea! :o)
Lnarra214
1 week, 1 day ago
Ember’s heart beat rapidly, feeling like it was ready to explode from his chest as excitement and anxiety roiled within him like a summer thunderstorm.

What he was doing would get him in SO much trouble if he were caught. Still, this was what he’d been yearning to do for ages, he couldn’t stop now! He took a deep breath, straightened the straps of his backpack… then stepped forward through the school’s gate.

His first step taken, Ember felt giddy; He had to fight the urge to cheer. He was still nervous, but his excitement had drowned it out. Ember’s smiling face was a distinct anomaly amongst the other, less-enthusiastic cubs around him. Of course, there was good reason for this: Ember wasn’t a normal cub at all. In fact he was actually a lesser dragon. His real form wasn’t big or majestic, barely larger than a but he did know how to use illusion magic.

Ember had always been a very curious young dragon, fascinated by the Anthro village nestled into the valley far below the peaks that the dragon clans resided on. He’d even get in trouble for watching the furs below going about their day when he should have been hunting.

The village and the dragons had an ancient treaty to keep their two societies separate, And Ember’s presence in the school was a blatant violation. His parents would be furious if they found out where he was, but even that wasn’t enough to discourage Ember’s curiosity, so with help from an uncle that was open-minded (and quite the troublemaker) Ember had disguised himself with illusion magic, and enrolled at the village school.

His parents had also dismissed education as “Anthro foolishness”, but Ember’s curiosity had instead left him intrigued by the idea, and now, he was finally about to see what it was like for himself.

Still smiling, Ember followed the cubs around him into the school, already wondering what new things he would learn.
beforethefall
1 week, 1 day ago
Everyone deserves an education!! <3 love some dragons put up against the backdrop of anthro society, glad I'm not the only one that seems to have some worldbuilding love for this sort of setting.

Thank you so much for sharing this Lnarra. <3
Lnarra214
1 week, 1 day ago
Might work more parts into this as we go ^^ I got a bunch of fun ideas for this setting

Also, Ember is based on a plushie I bought the same day the prompt went up~
beforethefall
1 week, 1 day ago
Woo for plushies! I'd love to see stuff in this world. :o)
Lnarra214
1 week, 1 day ago
^^ I'll see i i can write some more parts of it for ya then~
beforethefall
1 week ago
Love seeing you be creative! <3
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