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I can be wrong sometimes



As a divine entity with a limitless cosmic power to alter anything at will, I would like to state that while omnipotent, I am not Omnipresent. 

Here, we have two such victims of that particular draw back of mine. 

Taylor and Scott. I spied them in my bar having a “bro night” after a long week at work. I could tell they both had earned from the tired look in the way they slumped their shoulders. 

But I also saw more. My power of empathy, reading their deeper subconscious thoughts. I found. Repression, while I didn’t have the entire picture I knew that there was a “more than friends thing” 

So I wiggled my fingers at them and enchanted them with what I call “The Idealisation Curse” something that would turn them both into an ideal lover for the other. In previous instances of this particular enchantment I’d been able to turn two besty sorority girls into a jock and bimbo. And with Taylor and Scott I had no reason to suspect that by the end of the night they would feed off each other in a feed back loop until they were at home raw dogging until the sun came up. 

“Why didn’t you just make them both gay?” you might ask?  Because this is more fun, really. 

Of course. What I didn’t realise is that while the both of them were definitely repressed, and had  feelings generally directed at one another.  Somehow they were still kinda attracted exclusively to women. Which...jumbled some things. 

Of course. Scott was terminally a bottom, and Taylor loved to make his girlfriends squirm, and seeing that translate into Trinity and Salem was very fun to observe as I used my abilities to make them oblivious to both my following them home and sitting in their bedroom for the majority of the weekend. 

They make a very cute couple. 



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  1. Hi can you do a female corruption story

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  2. Loved this story, they make a fantastic couple and they look like they're very much in love

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