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/nick <newnickname>                                                         Changes your nickname into the entered nickname.
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/query <nickname>                                                           Sends a private message to that nickname.
/whois <nickname>                                                           Looks up information about nickname.
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/away <message>                                                             Displays a message when someone uses the "/whois" command on you.

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1) Type "/whois <harasser's nick>"
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Date: 2019-01-21 02:49:03 Story #: 157 Mod: Stephen

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Date: 2018-07-06 04:20:56 Story #: 156 Mod: Ich Bin Master Ashes Feinrose

Shrine Maidens

Shrine Maidens by [Hardee Har har]

The stone gleamed smooth in the candle light. Worn by time and her hands, Erin slung a rag over her shoulder. Despite it's age, she still could make out the full, round face. The curve of the hips, carved so supple one couldn't help but touch them. But it was the chest that demanded eyes, two massive globes of solid rock. Unlike the rest of the statue, they held the most detail. Two pert nipples, the rock sloped in such a way the breasts appeared to sag. It was these that made Erin bend at the waist, her brow furrowed as she pulled the rag from her shoulder.

She buffed the cleavage of the statue, and scrubbed at the white lichen between them. She wasn't sure how or why it appeared. Yet every morning for the last week, there it was. Regardless of how much she scrubbed, or how hard, it was back again the next day. Erin sighed, and dabbed at her brow with the rag. She turned her head towards the massive double doors behind her. Her ears strained to listen, past the shrine, into the house.

Nothing but a cicada's song broke the silence. She walked towards the doors, and brought them to a close.

Erin reached between her massive breasts, and pulled out a lighter. The green Bic was slick in her hands. She wiped it upon her skirt, and walked back towards the looming statue. She knelt with a sigh, and tried to ignore the warm spiderweb of pain. It always started in her back, but had grown to settle in her knees over the years. She sat upon them, and ignored the pop that flied loose. She leaned forward, her massive breasts meeting her chin. The flame flicked sure from the Bic as she lit a stick of incense. She laid it in a bowl near the statues feet, and clasped her hands together.

She inhaled, the scent of lilac thick as her head tilted back. As she gazed upon the statues face, her lips parted in a silent prayer.

“Mighty Aquiras, gift mother,” said Erin, “Thy will manifest throughout. A humble servant comes to beg pardon at your feet,”

The smoke flickered from the incense stick, and Erin's voice paused. She watched as the smoke wavered, then returned it's continual plume to the ceiling. She swallowed, and inhaled once more as she continued.

“I have served you since before this shrine was built. Before the town around it, before the great forgetfulness. I was young once,” she said. Erin's grip tightened around her fingers. Her nostrils flared as her eyes cinched shut, her head bending forward. As she felt the warmth of her breasts meet her chin, she sighed. Her eyes opened, and her hands met her lap.

“I was young, but that was some time ago. Before motherhood, before age crept upon me. I implore you, pass this burden from me. Pass it to one of the three you've gifted me with, or this servitude will bring my death. I ask this only because-”

Her nose wriggled, and Erin bent forward. The incense had gone out in the bowl, burnt to the end. A full stick had smoldered before her moments before. She tilted her head as she stared, only to jump as the doors behind her slammed open. She gave a cry as she landed on her rump, and turned her head towards the doors.

No one stood there. Not her daughters, not a visitor. Erin turned her head back to the statue, only to be meant with the smell of lilacs once more. Her gaze drifted, the color draining from her face as she saw every stick of incense that was left burning in the bowl. She placed a hand on her knee, and tightened her kimono as she rose with a grunt. She smacked her hand against her lapels. Her breasts jiggled on her chest, and she let out a sigh as she turned away.

“Thy will be done, Aquiras. Thy gift unforgotten,” she said with a sigh. As she approached the doors, she turned her head back. She squinted in the dusky dark of the shrine, towards the massive statue that dominated the back wall.

She could have swore the white lichen reappeared. Right between the breasts. Erin shook her head, and stepped out of the doorway.


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Date: 2017-08-13 18:20:19 Story #: 155 Mod: Ich Bin Master Ashes Feinrose

Step Mino-mom

Another great short story by [Hardee Har har]! :) Enjoy


"Step Mino-mom"

Noah didn't mean to stare-really, he didn't. He'd averted his eyes a dozen times already. He'd shifted focus, coughed into his fist. He'd managed to read (or at least, pretend to) while his step mother spoke to him. But as he sat across from her now, stirring his salad with his fork, one word came to mind. A single syllable that twisted his tongue and refused to leave.


Noah had known about Vivian for a while. His father loved her, and it wasn't Noah's place to judge. But it was one thing to hear her voice over a weekly call to his father. The occasional email and text, so impersonal. To see her in the flesh didn't startle him, or make his stomach turn. He'd come to terms with that. Rather, she left his mind blank.

So he stared. He stared at her horns, at her auburn eyes and her caramel coat. He stared when her tail idled behind her and flicked at the air. When her chest strained against the human size clothes, their seams ready to burst at-

“So you're graduating next semester, right son?”

Noah blinked, and shoved a fork of leafy greens into his mouth. He gave a nod, and looked up at his father with a smile. His teeth tore through the leaves, and he smiled.

“Yep, should be. I'm shopping around right now for work. Lotta temp places hiring, but I ain't too keen on them,” he said. His father, brown eyes bright, just smiled and continued to eat. Vivian grinned, and nudged his father.

“You know, he won't admit it? But he's been talking about you non-stop all week,” she said. The minotaur giggled, her breasts jiggling against the table. His father blushed, and shook his head.

“Shush, don't tell him that,”

“And why not, Frank? It's true. And last I checked, it's okay to be fans of your children,”

“Vivian, stop-”

It was Noah's turn to smile, and he laughed as he shoved in another forkful.

“Yeah yeah, I love you too pop,”

His father reached his hand over, and gave Noah's wrist a squeeze. He met his father's eyes for a moment, and the two shared a smile. As his father pulled his hand away, Noah glanced at Vivian. His eyes strayed for just a moment, but the minotaur beamed at him. She placed her fork down, and gave a dainty cough into her palm.

Noah became interested in his salad all over again.

“You know Noah, if you need a job? My family has a farm down south. A dairy. They could always use a hand-” she began, but Noah's father jerked his head up. His cheeks were tinged crimson, and he shook his head.

“Vivian, no. Noah's not going into-into that kind of-”

“Into the thing he went to school for, Frank? What's wrong with it? Animal husbandry pays very well last time I looked. And he'd work! It's not like we'd just give him the job!”

“Vivian, that's not the point. Noah's degree is-”

“What's the pay?”

Vivian and his father stopped, and looked at him. Noah crunched on his salad, and swallowed the pulp down as he met his step-mother's eyes. Vivian's lips quivered and broke into a smile as she leaned forward. She almost spilled out of her dress as motioned with her hands.

“Above minimum wage, which is more than you'll get doing temp work,” she said, “And it's long hours. Four days a week, room and board provided. It's a good job, Noah. Honest work as well, and you will be worked. Don't doubt for a second you won't,”

Frank coughed, and raised his hand “Vivian, if I may?”

The minotaur shrugged, and gripped her fork. She stared into her plate as Noah's father turned to him, his eyes searching the boys face. He lapped at his lips as they formed a thin smile.

“It's ah, not the kind of husbandry you learned about,” said Frank as he strummed his fingers. He raised his index finger, then gripped his chin as he swallowed. Vivian's eyes darted at him a moment, but as her fork scraped against her plate, she rose. Her chair screeched against the vinyl flooring as she walked out of the dining room. Frank glanced over his shoulder as she left, and Noah felt his stomach tinge as he watched his father's eyes crawl. When Frank turned to face him again, he leaned forward as he dropped his voice to a whisper.

“It's a bit more hands on, adult industry kind of stuff. Vivian means well, but it's...well, it's a dairy farm. Ran by minotaurs. Do you get where I'm going with this son?”

Noah's chest rose, and he let out a deep exhale as his throat dried. His foot began to tap against the floor, a nervous tick that rivaled his father's own habits. His ears pinned against his temple as he heard Vivian's hooves draw closer, clip-clapping with every step.

“Dad uh, I get it. But I'm not a virgin anymore".


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Date: 2017-07-18 21:10:25 Story #: 154 Mod: Ich Bin Master Ashes Feinrose
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