<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>LilCthulhu on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/lilcthulhu/</link><description>Recent content in LilCthulhu on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Tue, 01 Oct 2024 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/lilcthulhu/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Ascension of the Succubus</title><link>/stories/2024/10/01/ascension-of-the-succubus/</link><pubDate>Tue, 01 Oct 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/10/01/ascension-of-the-succubus/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-1-awakening"&gt;Chapter 1: Awakening&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Darkness. Christina felt like she was floating in an abyss of ebony ink. Memories surged through her mind. She remembered being hit by a small bus or car. She had been on her way home. Distracted by her phone she had barely noticed the vehicle, before she was struck.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;There was a hazy recollection of her lying on the ground, surrounded by shocked bystanders rushing to her aid. Though she felt a hint of pain and fear, it was not as bad as she had expected. Soon after, she surrendered to the soothing embrace of darkness.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Goblinpony</title><link>/stories/2024/09/29/goblinpony/</link><pubDate>Sun, 29 Sep 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/09/29/goblinpony/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-1-handing-over"&gt;Chapter 1: Handing Over&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Far away from civilization, in a field near the dark goblin forest to the east, a host of strong and young knights clad in shining armor sat atop their noble horses, their faces twisted with horror and disgust as they watched what was happening before them.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Standing a mere dozen meters opposite the knights was a band of snickering goblin raiders. These wretched creatures had yellow teeth, wide-eyed ugly faces, and hunched backs; they wore rags and wielded rusty knives and clubs as weapons. Rather than horses, they rode on enslaved elven and human women tightly bound and moaning in constant, humiliating lust.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>How To Tame An Amazon</title><link>/stories/2024/09/15/how-to-tame-an-amazon/</link><pubDate>Sun, 15 Sep 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/09/15/how-to-tame-an-amazon/</guid><description>&lt;h4 id="chapter-1-meeting-at-a-tavern"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chapter 1: Meeting at a Tavern&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A gust of cold wind swept through the tavern as the door flung open, and an unusual pair stepped inside. One was a small-framed halfling, barely three feet tall, with brown locks, green eyes, and clad in simple leather armor. The other was a towering woman, tall, beautiful, and proud, with long blonde hair and the muscular frame of a warrior.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;For a moment, silence fell over the tavern as the patrons stared in awe at the Amazon. A wolfish grin crawled over her face. She was used to the effect she had on most people, and she gave them a second to look at her, before she let out an angry growl, which was enough to scare most of them, and make them avert their gazes awkwardly.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Brag's Female</title><link>/stories/2024/05/05/brags-female/</link><pubDate>Sun, 05 May 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/05/05/brags-female/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-3"&gt;Part 3&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;h4 id="chapter-1-adapting-to-bondage"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 1.) Adapting to Bondage&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Madison had been at the beach, submitting herself to Brag for the past 14 days. During the first two days, he had solely trained her by forcing her to pull a heavy palm trunk over the sandy beach close to their camp. Later on, he instructed her to serve as a pack animal by carrying heavy jugs of water from a spring in the jungle back to campsite and pulling heavy logs and stones for the construction of a small shelter and carrying equipment and loot when he went on hunting trips.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Brag's Female</title><link>/stories/2024/05/05/brags-female/</link><pubDate>Sun, 05 May 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/05/05/brags-female/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-2"&gt;Part 2&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;h4 id="chapter-1-realization"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 1.) Realization&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A day had passed since Madison had fled into the jungle. At first, she had run away, attempting to hide, certain her tormentor would pursue her. However, after a while, she noticed he was nowhere to be seen. Confused, she decided to venture deeper into the dense green foliage, anxiously aware of the possibility of dangerous predators, and uncertain what her next move should be.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Brag's Female</title><link>/stories/2024/05/05/brags-female/</link><pubDate>Sun, 05 May 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/05/05/brags-female/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-1"&gt;Part 1&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;h4 id="prologue"&gt;Prologue&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Dr. Madison Turner, an esteemed anthropologist from England, was highly regarded by her peers. She possessed long hazelnut hair, captivating big green eyes, a petite face, and an attractive figure, though her shy and introverted nature kept her from showcasing it. Wearing big glasses for proper vision, she typically opted for modest, high-necked clothing, concealing much of her natural beauty.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Despite her limited social skills, Madison excelled in her field. After years of dedicated research, she authored a captivating paper on the close relatives of Homo sapiens, detailing their migration to South America and survival there until relatively recent times in evolutionary terms. Buoyed by this success, she successfully persuaded her superiors to fund an expedition, enabling her to search for tangible evidence to support her groundbreaking theories.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Pony Transformation</title><link>/stories/2024/04/03/pony-transformation/</link><pubDate>Wed, 03 Apr 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/04/03/pony-transformation/</guid><description>&lt;h4 id="chapter-1-at-the-gate"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 1.) At the Gate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Come on Airi. We are almost there. It can see the entrance.” Clair yelled, waving her friend towards her. Like most of the time the tall blond woman had a big smile on her lips and her eyes were bright with anticipation. She was a very confident and beautiful woman, with pale skin, long legs, short blond hair and an alluring body, with no hesitation to emphasize her curves with fitting clothing.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Lady</title><link>/stories/2024/03/09/the-lady/</link><pubDate>Sat, 09 Mar 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/03/09/the-lady/</guid><description>&lt;h4 id="dressing-up"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dressing up&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Simone stepped out of the shower, thankfully wrapping the towel her maid offered around her body. She was a stunning woman, with beautiful long legs, alluring curves and a petite face. Her hair was a mane of long red locks, her lips full and tempting and her green eyes betrayed an submissive but very curious personality.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The maid helped Simone to towel herself down, before the two walked towards the dressing room. The young lady could not help herself, and asked many questions about the neighbors. She and her husband had just moved in, and she was anxious to find out more about the place - especially since she was getting ready for a picnic, organized to welcome her husband and her into the community.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Dollification</title><link>/stories/2024/03/03/dollification/</link><pubDate>Sun, 03 Mar 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/03/03/dollification/</guid><description>&lt;h4 id="1-arrival"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Arrival&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sheriff Alina Adams walked carefully, her gun and flashlight directed in front of her. She had been on the hunt for human traffickers of the worst sort - people who kidnapped young women, and turned them into living sexdolls. A horrible procedure, Alina never understood. Why turn humans into sexdolls? If you want a perfectly submissive plaything, why not just use a robot?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Turning another corner, Alina felt a clump in her throat as she slowly and methodically explored long hallways and abandoned looking storerooms. It had been weeks of intense investigations until she finally got a tangible lead - coordinates for the criminals home base.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Bovine Dreams</title><link>/stories/2023/02/27/bovine-dreams/</link><pubDate>Mon, 27 Feb 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/02/27/bovine-dreams/</guid><description>&lt;h4 id="chapter-1-waking-up"&gt;Chapter 1.) Waking Up&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;E-14 woke up with a pounding headache, a demanding horny pulsing in her loins, and her entire body aching. Everything felt kind of weird and hazy, and she didn’t want to open her eyes just yet. Slowly stretching, she noticed a crackling sound and felt straw pinching against her belly and breast. But then she also noticed she couldn’t feel her arms nor remember… anything. Where was she? Who was she? She kind of felt like her name was “E-14”, but that wasn’t a real name, or was it? She tried to remember, but it was hard to concentrate.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>