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Click here"Yes, Mistress," we both slurred out. We floated on air and walked through milky water to get to the bathroom. The toothpaste and mouthwash weren't minty; they were warm, and their flavor was mild. They were the perfect complement to the milk. They kept us sleepy.
Back in bed, Lily and I both put in our earbuds. She stayed facing me, scooching down with her favorite pillow to find one of my titties. She nuzzled and tried to suckle, but she was fading fast. I moved her hair, then slipped my arm underneath her neck and loosely embraced her. My mild, sleepy arousal settled into me, promising me I'd be able to take care of it when I woke. Hints of purple and a single word sent me to that other college campus -- the one that existed in dreams.
In them, I was a kitty who owned a kitty. I was a kitty-cow who somehow understood algebra. I was on a farm, and in a school, and my Masters were Mistresses and vice versa so that they could give me milk and cum all at once. They loved me, took care of me, controlled me, and fucked me, and I did all of that for my little kitty in turn. Knowledge filled me, even though the dream-camera didn't zoom out to show the evidence: all around our little slice of heaven were others. All the girls had good homes. Then, somehow, all of those homes were still the college campus. The world was the college. Heaven was the college. We'd been home all along, and we never had to leave.
It was better than wonderful. It was capital-G Good. It was also the best sleep I'd ever gotten, again.
- COMMENTS
PerverPeper19 days agoSeems that we all have our intimate ways to read, understand and appreciate stories. Personally I was lucky enough to read your "School daze forever" long after you wrote the last chapter. So I can't stop myself and read chapter after chapter.
As for Whackdoodle comment, as a friend said to me: It's impossible to please everybody...
Imho, the principal character is acutely genuine. The context is a well wrote fairy tale with lots of lovely and wicked fantasies and I love it.
Keep-up the good work. Five stars.
PP
neuroparenthetical10 months agoAuthor@Whackdoodle:
Brainwashed college-aged girls behaving more like adolescents than adults? Wow, how wildly unrealistic in context!
You seem awfully concerned about the hypothetical futures of fictional characters in a sci-fi/fantasy-tinged fictional universe in a smut story. Is that something that bothers you generally? If so, my condolences. Consuming fiction -- especially fantasy or sci-fi-oriented fiction -- must be maximally and eternally stressful for you. I can only imagine your many sleepless nights as you seethe at authors for failing to properly and fully address questions of citizenship, tax status, retirement plans, and all the rest for their many characters. As an aside, what the fuck was up with those bears from Goldilocks being able to talk? What kind of infantile writer doesn't know that bears can't talk? Seriously! HOW OLD WERE THEY?
All that having been said, I'm going to additionally ding you for failing (or refusing) to engage with the text that's already on the page/screen. Your question has been partially/implicitly answered by the worldbuilding, and if you missed it, that's on you. Did you miss the presence of older women in the college hierarchy? References to anti-aging technology, invisible support staff, and more severe forms of brainwashing? The possibility of these colleges changing the entire global status quo, which effectively teases your question as a genuine point to ponder despite the smut-oriented nature of the immediate stories being told? Guess you didn't. Maybe you're just not old enough to have developed sufficient reading comprehension skills... or maybe it's more about how the time is spent, rather than how much of it has passed.
Still, it's quite difficult for me to get past the essential ridiculousness of your bitch. You're seriously asking what's going to happen to fictional characters in a fantastical smut story fifty years after the events of the stories being told? Really? Really fucking truly? That's a bitch that flirts with being evidence of a legit mental disorder.
THESE CHARACTERS ARE NOT REAL, AND THEY EXIST IN A SMUT STORY THAT GOES ABOVE AND BEYOND IN ANNOUNCING THAT IT IS NOT REALISTIC. OH MY GOD. GET HELP.
Whackdoodle11 months agoGood grief. How old are you? Seriously, you wrote the women to behave more like adolescents than adults. And the language. Dude.
What do you plan on doing with your college girl slaves when they are 30? Or 40? Or 60? Or 80? Use your head for more than keeping your ears apart.
