[Features: Comedy, invisible woman, watersports, piss drinking, a complete lack of decorum, some yuri elements, some molesting elements, stuck elements (near the end), inanimate tf (near the end)]
Let me tell you a tale, a tale as old as time itself. Before there were mountains or land, before there was men or women, there was the great old ones. Powerful! Ancient! Immortal!
And on that ancient day, so long in the past, a deal between them was struck.
“Ay-yo, let’s not fuck around for a while.”
“Sounds good Jeff.”
And thus the pack was sealed! The ancient old ones agreed, no more fucking around with shit for a long, long, long time.
And that time was now over!
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Maryl Cawsgroth was a mostly normal human woman. She ate, she slept, she had friends, etc. The only thing that could be said to be abnormal about her, or special you could say, were two things. The first, wasn’t even about her. She had a friend who had managed to make a name for herself. Well, kinda. She was an artist of some renown. The type that actually gets their stuff accepted at the local art museum but no one actually knows their name outside of the museum and random people who take the time to read those tiny plaques.
This was a surprisingly lucrative career for Linda but more on that later.
The second thing off about Maryl was that she was an utter Deviant, with a capital D. A pervert, a real freak in and out of the sheets. In a guy, you’d be forgiven for fearing how they managed to stay around in modern society without being arrested for personality alone. In a girl however, well, there’s really no difference except for the social stigma and people always thinking she got laid. Something she would be the first to loudly and emotionally complain about. Something about how guys don’t like “real” freaks or something or the other.
These two facts now culminate into our current situation. Where Maryl is carrying a large bucket of paint to her house to give to her friend Linda tomorrow. She was currently working on a new art piece and Maryl intends to be a good friend and replace some paint she was getting low on. The time is night, the streets are empty and the way to her home crosses through a nice park.
{Far Above The Dimensions}
“Yo X@#$%^+_(9), see that woman over there?”
“Hmm? Yeah?”
“Gonna fuck with her.”
“Sounds good to me Jeff.”
[Back on normal reality]
“Stupid paint. Why on earth is paint so heavy?! Try to do one thing for someone *grumble grumble.*”
Suddenly, inexplicably, and without warning, the bucket of paint is knocked out of her hands, flying through the air in an incredibly unlikely arc, flying over her head, and coating her and her clothes completely.
“AHHHHH! WHAT?!”
As the paint settles, it seems to glow for a second before it seems to fuse with her body. As Maryl looks down at herself in startled amazement, she doesn’t see herself. She doesn’t see any part of herself at all! Even her clothes had turned invisible!
Something that proves utterly unworthy of attention as barely .2 seconds pass before Maryl strips them off and goes nakedly, and invisibly, streaking through the park screaming:
“YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MY PRAYERS TO X@#$%^+_(8) worked!”
{Elsewhere}
“You’re brother knows her?”
“Never heard of her.”
[Back to your really scheduled program]
“YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES!”
Maryl was screaming so loudly that if it wasn’t a park, the dead of night and she was invisible, someone by now surely would have seen her and tried to call the cops. At the rate she was screaming, it seemed more likely to happen than not, even now.
“WHAT DO I DO FIRST?!”
Sadly for Maryl, it was not to be. Invisible she may have been but it was the dead of night and even perverts get tired. Or at least bored when they realize everyone else is asleep.
“Tomorrow! Tomorrow shall be my day!”
And with that, the utterly naked woman went home, completely forgetting that her invisible pants she through off of herself, had her invisible wallet and invisible keys to her house…..
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