For Elise on This Merry Yule: A Gift of Writing

I shouldn't need to tell anyone this but it's to the tune of O Tannenbaum.

Oh Olisbos, oh Olisbos, how lovely art thy writings

Thou couldest wrote Maleficent

but only on days thou wert sick

Oh Olisbos, oh Olisbos, how lovely art thy writings

Thy characters are sexy beasts

thy dickgirls wilt find release

Oh Olisbos, oh Olisbos, how lovely art thy writings

Thy narratives art simply great

thy dialogue beyond first-rate

Oh Olisbos, oh Olisbos, how lovely art thy writings

Thy stories help me masturbate

and keep me fapping until late

Oh Olisbos, oh Olisbos, how lovely art thy writings

On this thy Yule, I wish thee luck

Now bend thee over and let's fuck

Oh Olisbos, oh Olisbos, how lovely art thy writings

Pepper and Penny

Tags: Futa on Female, macically induced girl-cock

Miss Pepperina was brooding as usual. Spring had come to New England and as usual when the weather was pleasant she was taking her lunch under her favorite maple tree in the sprawling grassy area which was informally known as the Pent. She was hardly alone, hundreds of other students and even some faculty likewise had opted to take advantage of the good weather by picnicking in the Pent.

She looked deep in thought as she stared sightlessly into the perfect blue sky, her left hand holding a forgotten sandwich lifted halfway to her mouth. It was a typical pose for her; many times I had found her frozen in the middle of performing an action, the world around her completely forgotten as she pondered a thought that had suddenly taken her fancy.

My response was always the same. "A Penny for your thoughts."

In an instant she came back to herself, offering me a wan smile. "You've already given me the best Penny anyone could hope to have."

"If I have any regret it is that I have but one Penny to give to my dearest friend," I said as I sat down next to her on light blanket she had spread out on the grass, tucking my dress under my legs as I reclined next to Miss Pepperina.

She arched a single elegant brow. "Do tell. There are cantrips for turning a person into a set of twins."

"Lady Pepperina, are you saying you haven't had your fill of me?" I asked. A question meant only partially in jest.

Her nose wrinkled in distaste at the honorific. "My dear Miss Penny, I could never have my fill of you although I daresay you've had your fill of me on occasion and probably will again. Or so I hope."

I opened my mouth but no sound came forth. I was completely speechless. While her comment seemed innocent sounding enough I knew exactly what she meant and the comment was anything but innocent.

"Is that why you have a forgotten half-eaten sandwich in your hand?" I asked when I finally composed myself. "You're thinking of turning me into a pair of twins and how doing so might double your pleasure?"

"A pleasant way to spend one's time but no," she replied.

"You were pondering Occam's Razor as it applies to the recursive nature of time displacement enchantments," I guessed.

"A largely settled question," she answered, shaking her head. "My research leads me to tentatively conclude that the phenonemon is an illusion."

"The lung capacity of the late Great Lizards?" I said. Archeology was one of Miss Pepperina's great passions and debate had raged for over a century regarding the fire breathing abilities of the ancient beasts. Mathematically it was deemed impossible due to insufficient lung capacity.

Again she shook her head. "It seems that there is growing evidence that the Great Lizards had avian-like airsacs. In fact, the term 'Great Lizard' may itself be a misnomer. The leading emerging theory now is they were the ancestors of modern birds."

"I give up," I said. "What were you thinking about?"

She gave me a most beautiful smile and for a moment it was as if the bottom had dropped out of my stomach. "Why Miss Penny, I was merely admiring the beautiful spring sky. I know it seems as if I always have my head in the clouds but look," she pointed up to the clear sky, "no clouds to be seen."

As usual, I was completely defeated.

And as usual Miss Pepperina came to my rescue. "Ugh, watercress again," she said as she finished off the last of the sandwich she had

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