Chapter 4: Her First Night Out

Celestia walked down the street with a spring in her step and a bounce in tits as she walked down the street. The reason for her happiness was the discovery that Johnny and Cadence had been right about this island being the place to find a lover. While exploring earlier and doing some window-shopping, for souvenirs to give to her fellow princesses, she realized that everywhere she looked there was at least one man towering over the people around him.

While they weren’t all handsome, she saw plenty of men who tempted her to make a move on them. Unfortunately in her haste to eat and explore she dressed a little too casually to confront her favorites on her outing. Knowing she only had one chance to make a good first impression, she was a little thankful that none of them made a move on her just yet.

Now however she was ready, wearing a tight red dress that hugged all of her curves and matching four inch heels that further enhanced the look of her incredible ass proven by a number of cat call from various men that took notice of her. Walking down the street she witnessed the change in the city at night. Lights illuminated the streets while performers entertained the people to the sounds of steel drums playing island tunes. Partyers were everywhere cheering, drinking, and smoking what were clearly not cigarettes or cigars. Couples could be seen kissing, groping and fondling one another openly, though some hid themselves poorly as they performed more intimate act with each other.

Tucked in by the niches and cervices on some of the builds or in the shadows of the alleys, Celestia couldn’t help but watch as men play with their woman’s butt before slipping their fingers into them or women on their knee blowing their man for his gratification. A cry of pleasure from another alley drew her attention allowing her to witness the shadowy figure of a man partially hidden behind a dumpster. The moans of a woman and the repeating thrusting of the man’s hips made it obvious what was happening.

Continuing her journey, she learned that enforcement of any indecent exposure laws were lax as she witnessed a police officer walking his beat practically ignoring the excessive drinking, public nudity and sexual behavior. The officer walked by drug users, who simply hid their joints, and a car rocking side to side where more moans of carnal passions emanated from within. The most action Celestia witnessed from the police was when a fight broke out and a nearby officer immediately radioed for backup as he sprinted over to the crowd to stop the fighting.

Celestia finally reached a building with a round neon sign with “The Spot” written in a cursive script. The line was long but Celestia didn’t care as she walked straight to the front door where she found one of the most massive men she had ever seen in her life. The bouncer stood at least seven feet tall and must have been about three hundred pounds. She noticed a slight paunch on man, meaning she wouldn’t find six-pack abs on him if she looked, but she also acknowledged that he had strong tree truck arms and a wide barrel chest with large pecs. Curious about whether every part of this man was thick she considered forgiving the stomach for the thought of being held in such incredibly strong arm looking arms.

“Hello there big boy, what’s your name?” Celestia greeted the man at the door.

The man looked Celestia up and down hiding nearly all indications that he was impressed with her figure. But between a nervous gulp and the bulge rising along the leg of his pants, it was clear to Celestia that he found her attractive.

“Terry.” The man answered.

“Such a nice name.” Celestia flattered. “So Terry, I hear this is an exciting place to be. Is that true?”

“Come inside and see for yourself beautiful,” the man said in a deep voice, opening the door for her. Some of the women near the front of line scoffed at Celestia cutting ahead of them while the men were just more eager to get into the club.

As the door closed, blocking out the sounds of music from the outdoor performers, Celestia heard the sound of club music echoing from the door at the end of the hall. The hall was just as Johnny described it except for a glass case right next to the front door with the words “Wall of Fame” inscribed at the top. The case held a number of photos depicting different people in the club, many of them with a signature over the person in the center. The one common element of every picture in the case was the inclusion of a chubby man with a short ponytail either shaking hands or one-arm hugging the person the picture was focused on. The photos were clearly taken of the course of years, evident by the chubby man’s hair which was at different levels or receding in nearly every image. Some of the photos were paired with even older photos of the person main person in their youth, with school jerseys or lettermen jackets.

She walked toward the true club entrance eyeing the rest of wall finding pictures, surveillance photos, and even mug shots of people who she understood were banned from the club. The candid photos of the banned club goers were shown to be acting disorderly, fighting, dancing on tables or bar counter, or puking their guts out on someone else. Each picture also had writing offering insulting descriptions of the pictures’ subjects or the actions that got them banned. Some of them, however, seemed to be plain headshots with only the words “Smart Mouth” and no other clue as to why they were banned. Reaching the end of the hall a man walked out of the club with a flirty woman on each arm.

“Well what do we have here?” The man asked the moment he saw Celestia. “Would you like to join us?”

“Aw, what do you mean baby?” One of the girls asked pouting, “Aren’t we enough for you?”

“Don’t be like that babe, I’m just worried that I’m gonna wear you two girls out.” The man grabbed both girls’ butts making them giggle as he hurried them forward. Celestia watch as the man pulled up their skirts and began finger them earning duel moans as they left.

Celestia was wide eyed in surprise at the scene. As much as she wanted a man hot for her body, she wasn’t sure if she could handle being with someone bold enough to finger her with everyone watching it happen. Still, despite the possibility, still steeled herself to follow through with her plan. She was determined to find someone that would have his way with her, and vise-versa, preferably in privacy.

Finally entering the club, she was please at what she found. The club was filled with plenty of attractive people many, of whom seemed perfect to fulfill her needs. Now she just needed to narrow it down to one or two men. The process of elimination started quickly as she made her way to the bar.

Men immediately started hitting on her, offering drinks, compliments, or a night of satisfaction. The men that offer sex right of the bat immediately got on Celestia’s nerves as they made no effort to seduce her before asking for a blowjob or a quick fuck in the bathrooms. They were so use to banging cheap sluts that their strategy for hooking up had degraded to simply “offer dick, get pussy.”

“Go fuck yourself,” was her typical response to those jerks, while she winked to the more considerate hopefuls with a more positive, “Maybe in a bit handsome.”

The bar was fairly crowded, but Celestia managed to find a seat that was not surrounded by complete drunkards or club goers clearly hopped up on drugs. As she imagined, the moment she sat down men begin asking what she wanted to drink or even buying her a drink without even waiting for her to accept the offer. She accepted the drinks from the sexier men trying to gain her attention, but refused drinks from the shorter less attractive gentlemen. She didn’t want to string along anyone she had no intent of sleeping with since it would only be a waste of their time and her own.

Of all the men vying for her attention, there was one particular standout. A man down the bar wearing a rather dashing suit who sent her a glass of scotch. He tipped a glass of his own towards her as if offering a toast and Celestia returned the gesture before drinking her scotch. That was all the affirmation he needed as he began to make his way towards her.

Celestia assessed the man as he approached six-foot-four and a hundred-sixty pounds of muscle. Even with her heels the man met the high requirement and the tone his body was very nice.

“Hey there gorgeous, did you enjoy the drink?” He asked.

“I did,” Celestia said with a sultry smile, “and to whom do I have to thank?”

“Victor,” he answered as he signaled the bartender for two addition glasses, “and what is your name lovely?”

“If you want my name, you’ll have to earn it.” She smiled coyly.

“Sounds like a challenge, but I’m willing to work all night if I have to.” The man then reached for one of the drinks and slid it over to Celestia

She was happy with his response, no matter whether he was implying that he’d actually intended try to seduce for as long as it would take, or simply suggesting that he’d actually intended to fuck her into tomorrow morning.

“So is there any about yourself that you are willing to share with…”

“Excuse me sir.” A timid voice interrupted from behind Victor.

“Hey fuck off buddy I’m busy here.” Victor snarled at the short man and turned his attention back to Celestia.

“Oh, uh, s-sorry for interrupting but you’re kinda in my spot,” the little man explained.

“Excuse me, I’m sure I told you to fuck off!” Victor yelled again at the poor man.

“Sorry, I’m not trying to be rude but my girlf-,” the man gestured toward an attractive brunette sitting next to Victor, opposite of Celetia.

“That’s it!” Victor screamed standing up, displaying his intimidating size and grabbing the retreating little man by the throat. “I fucking warned you, you little shit.”

Celestia watched in surprise at how quickly Victor’s kind demeanor changed to such an aggressive violent attitude. It completely turned her off, and annoyed her to think that she was eager to have sex with him.

“Please let me go.” The man choked trying to break free from Victor’s grip.

“Forget it, you had your chance to walk away and now you’ll be lucky to limp your way home.”

“There a problem here?” A new arrival spoke with an agitated tone draw the attention of Celestia, Victor, and his captive. The new man brought a smile to Celestia’s face seeing him standing six-foot-six with an even buffer body than Victor’s.

“This is between me and the shrimp so don’t get involved.” Victor held the shorter man at arm’s length as he drew back to punch him.

“Easy now bloke, none of that,” the larger man declared as he grabbed Victor by the wrist. This only incited Victor to direct his aggression towards the new comer, pushing the short man down and taking a swing at the new comer with his free hand.

Celestia watch the fight occur for the few moments that it lasted. After the larger man released Victor and dodged a couple of punches, he laid Victor out with a single punch to the nose. With blood streaming from his nose, Victor scurried back on to his feet and fled from the club.

“You alright Stevie?” the large man asked to the short guy on the ground.

“Yeah thanks to you Charlie,” said Stevie as the brunette stepped over to him and helped him up.

“Charles,” the man corrected, but was ignored as Stevie’s girlfriend began doting on him.

“Are you sure you’re alright sweetie?” the girl said sweetly checking Stevie’s body for any obvious injuries. “I can’t believe that brute, why would they let in such a horrible man who would hurt my little sweetie-kins.”

“I’m fine Sara, honest.”

“Are you sure?” Sara asked with a slightly husky voice. “It was so brave of you to try and stand up to that big dangerous man. Just tell me where it hurts and I’ll kiss it and make it feel better, anywhere at all.”

“Y-you mean it?” Stevie said both surprised and excited.

“Mm-hmm, I am going to make you feel so good tonight baby.” Sara’s hands began to grope her boyfriend, even going as far as to grab his crotch. “Let’s go home so I can take good care of you.”

Charles watched the couple leave before finally taking notice of Celestia. Keeping his cool, he took an appraising look at her face before taking in her breasts and the curve of her hips. With a smile and nod he leaned on the bar to express his interest in her. Celestia returned the smile, enjoying his reaction to her, not too eager but clearly appreciating the woman before him.

“Sorry about hitting your boyfriend,” he said apologetically, “but I make it business to try and deal with problems before they get out of hand.”

“Don’t worry he wasn’t by boyfriend,” Celestia said, “just some guy trying to pick me up. I doubt it would have worked out, seems he has a bit of a temper on him.”

“Yeah, I’ve heard a few things about Victor.” Charles nodded, “It not just a temper you got to worry about with guys like him. Rumor has it he’s drugged nearly every other girl he meets, then bangs them out in some back alley and leaves the out to fend for themselves.”

“Seriously,” Celestia said in shock looking at the scotch Victor had handed to her and immediately toss her drink to the floor and placing the glass upside down on the counter.

“Are you okay?” Charles asked. “How much did you drink?”

“Feel fine, I hadn’t drunk any from that glass, I think.” Celestia tried to recall if that was true. “And I’m pretty sure he didn’t even touch the first drink he bought me.”

“You’re lucky, it’d be strange if that guy hadn’t spiked your drink.”

“Strange?” Celestia asked with some confusion.

“Yeah, let’s be honest you are easily the hottest thing in this club, and definitely the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever laid eyes on in my life.”

‘Ooh, tall, muscular, handsome, kind, and a real charmer,’ Celestia thought taking a moment to another appraising look at him. ‘I think I’ve found myself a winner.’

“Thank you, you know you’re quite the catch yourself.” Celestia complimented

“I’m glad to hear you think so,” Charles chuckled, “I was really hope you and I would hit it off.”

“Really and why is that?” Celestia leaned forward to hear his reply.

“I think we both know why.” He said place his hand on Celestia’s hand resting on the bar.

“Well…” Celestia said placing her other hand on top of his and purposely moving her arms against her breast to push them out to draw his attention to her cleavage. “I’d like a chance to get to know you a little better before I’m comfortable enough to let you, let’s say, get comfortable with me.”

“How about you and I talk over a few drinks and decide how comfortable we are as we go.” Charles suggested. “For example, I’m Charles. Are you comfortable enough to tell me you name?”

“No not yet, like I told our friend Victor, you want to know my name you’ve got to earn it first.” Celestia joked, “So handsome is there anything else you’d like to know?”

“Yeah, what would you like to drink?” he offer signaling for the bartenders attention.

The night went on with the two enjoying each other’s company as they drank. Celestia eventually told Charles that her name was “Tia” and told him that she was a teacher and the headmistress of a private school. It was a true enough statement for her, though as the head of the school she actually had no title beyond princess. She could have said principal, but headmistress sounded sexier her in her mind and hoped he would agree.

Charles shared, with Celestia, stories about himself including his time in the military. Stories about the places he traveled to and the combat he experienced. Satisfied that he’d impressed her with death-defying tales and heroically saving one or more of his fellow soldiers, he explained about how after leaving the service he went to college and became a teacher at the local high school to teach history and algebra.

‘Wow looks, brawn, bravery, and brains,’ Celestia thought as she received another shot of whiskey. ‘This guy is the complete package. He’s even more that I wanted in a man. Just one last thing to check and the best way to do that is give him the green light.’

Confident that Charles wasn’t a creep, Tia started throwing innuendos and non-verbal clues at how ready she was move on to the real fun they both had been planning to have. After a few more drinks including, Celestia first shot of tequila and a quick lesson on how to take it with lime and salt, Charles decide it was time to push the issue.

“So Tia, you feel comfortable enough to come over to my place for some private fun?” Charles asked with a suggestive smile.

“Yes, I’d love to go home with you,” Tia then leaned over to Charles and whispered, “but why wait for the fun?”

Celestia stood up, taking a moment to steady herself, and grabbed Charles by the hand and pulled him to the back of the club. She didn’t know where the restrooms were, but luck guided her straight to her destination. Pulling Charles in to the restroom she slammed the door and locked it without bothering to check that it was as empty as it looked.

Putting her arms around his neck, she pulled Charles into a deep kiss, their tongues wrestling with each other igniting their passions. Their hand wandered freely as they pawed one another, Charles finding Celestia’s ass especially pleasing to squeeze.

Pulling away, Tia backed up to the restroom sink, a sultry look on her face as she lifted up the hem of her skirt. She blushed, showing off her soaked panties and rubbing against her eager vagina.

“Looks like someone’s become rather impatient, haven’t you love?” Charles asked excited to find how ready Tia was to fuck despite the setting. “Shall I help you take care of that sweet pussy of yours?”

“Yes please, in fact how about you see for yourself how sweet my pussy really is?” Tia lifted herself onto the counter and pulled her panties to the side. “Come have a taste. Do a good job and I’ll return the favor before we get to the good part.”

Charles looked at her dripping wet pussy, his dick already hard and demanding entry into Tia’s soft folds. Charles was hoping to get it on when Tia forcibly dragged him in to the restroom, but knowing what she asking from him made him hesitate. Still he wasn’t got to pass up his chance at someone as hot as her and kneeled down and prepare to pleasure her.

He reached up and rubbed the lips on one side with his thumb before the other thumb join in to spread both lips and reveal her pink entrance. Tia moaned while Charles continued to play with her. He then started rubbing her clit and sticking his thick fingers into her tight v-jay.

“Please stop teasing,” Tia whimpered as she enjoyed the first fingers, other than her own in the past century massage her deep inside her snatch. “You know what I want right now. Let me feel that tongue of yours.”

Charles complied and licked her snatch with his large tongue, shuddering at the taste. A move that caused Tia’s head to lull back and her eyes to close as she savored the sensation of his tongue drag across her opening. The tongue licked her outer lips a few more times then began flicking her love button standing erect at the top as his fingers returned to continue their work inside her.

“More, please I want more.” Tia moaned at the feeling of his thick fingers fucking her, but as good as it felt she wanted a sensation that she could not create with her own fingers or toys. “I want your tongue. I need you to tongue-fuck me.”

Charles looked up at Tia with a furrowed brow before removing his fingers again and started working his tongue into her vaginal canal reaching as deep as he could. Tia moaned deeply as the invading tongue wiggled its way in, filling her up more than any tongue before. She knew it was big from the kiss, now inside her she could feel its width almost stretch her opening and its length reaching six maybe even seven inches as he pushed it to its limits.

Tia began running her fingers through his hair and rocking her hips as best she could without falling off the counter. His tongue swirled around wildly occasionally grazing a spot that sent a wonderful jolt of pleasure through her. It wasn’t long before a familiar pressure began to build up within Tia, an orgasm was coming and she could tell it was going to be a good one. Wrapping her legs around his neck she gripped his hair and pulled Charles’ head against her as if it would help force his tongue even deeper into her pussy.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck yes. Don’t stop, please don’t stop!” Tia begged as her snatch convulsed squeezing the source of her pleasure driving her closer to release. “It’s coming, oh fuck, oh fuck, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna… oh fuck, I’m gonna…”

Tia threw her head back and let out a loud cry as she climaxed, a wave of ecstasy washed over her body as she shuddered. This was what she’d been waiting for, an intense explosion of pleasure coursing through her providing relief and satisfaction. It wasn’t the greatest orgasm she’d ever experience, but it was by far was the best feeling she’d had in over three centuries.

Charles immediately tried to pull away the moment Tia came, but between her legs locked behind him and her hands’ surprisingly strong grip holding him in place. He was forced to accept an offering of her nectar into his open mouth as it flowed a little faster. Only after Tia came down from her sexual high was he able to pull himself free. He stood up and impatiently looked upon her enjoying the afterglow of his work.

With a sigh Tia opened her eyes and saw her lover for the evening staring at her. She gave him a sultry smiled at him and slid off the counter. Charles caught her when she stumbled forward, her legs unsteadied by both the alcohol in her system and the weakness caused by her recent release. Tia blushed at the feeling of Charles’ strong arms holding her tightly and a felt the return of her arousal between her legs.

Look up at his face she reached up and pulled him in for another kiss. She lapped up her juices off his chin before reaching her tongue into his mouth in search for any lingering trace of her essence. Tia had always loved her special flavor but found it even more delicious having finally shared it with someone after so long.

She smiled mischievously at Charles when she ended the kiss, her hand rubbing against his chest to feel the muscle beneath.

“Mm, that was wonderful,” Tia complimented, “so now I suppose I should return the favor like I promised.”

Her fingertips gently stroked Charles chest and traveled down into his pants. With an excited giggle she began stroking the large member that she found causing deep moans from her man of the evening.

Locking eyes with him, Tia descended down to her knees and began undoing his pants. Her eyes only moved away when his dick was finally free from its confines and nearly slapped her face.

“Wow it so big.” Tia praised, lightly touching the ten inch cock standing erect in front her. Gripping his manhood, she slowly stroked it noting its girth as the fingertips and thumb of her hand were only barely able to touch. It felt great in her hands, but the smell was simply intoxicating as pre-cum began to leaking out of the tip. She was struck with the urge to pounce on Charles and force his impressive member into her waiting womanhood only to suppress it with the desire to tease her boy toy a little more.

“So,” she said coyly, “what would you like me with this?”

“What I want is to bend you over and do you good and proper love.” Charles told her hoping to move things along.

“Aww, but I want to something special for you. Tell me what I can do to make you feel good. Do you want me to jerk you off? Maybe you would prefer a nice blow job or were you hoping that I would be able to deepthroat this monster?”

Charles moaned as she began to caress his dick against her cheek. The ideas sounded fun, but it anything would have to come before the actual sex, one action would be the better than anything else she’d offered.

“Oh I know what you want,” Tia said noticing his eyes dropping down to her breasts. “You want me to give you a titfuck with these big boobs of mine.”

His cock twitched in Tia’s hands, acknowledging his approval.

“Well someone seems to like the idea, let’s just get you lubed up first.” Tia winked at him with a wide grin and turning her attention back to the cock in her hand. She licked her lips, tipping the penis towards her as rivulets of pre-cum streamed down to her hand. Opening her mouth she reached out her tongue to lap up his cock juice.

“Who the FUCK is in there!” a man hollered banging on the restroom door. “Opening this fucking door right now, if you’re fucking in there then you can consider yourself banned, and if I find any drugs in there I’m calling the cops!”

“God damn it Jimmy,” Charles said as Celestia froze with her tongue an inch away from her first taste of dick in forever.

“Todd,” the man at the door called out to someone, “where’s the damn keys for the restrooms? What do you mean you can’t find them? Fine just forget it and get Terry over here to break this door down. After you call him get the camera, someone’s going on the wall tonight.”

Celestia’s eyes widen as an image came to her mind of the wall of shame with a large framed poster of herself in her current position, mouth open, tongue hanging, holding a cock in her hand. Luna, Cadence and Twilight standing before the picture with looks of shame and disappointment.

“She promised she wouldn’t get carried away,” Luna said holding her hand to her eyes in shame. “She promised she wouldn’t embarrass us.”

“This is my fault,” Cadence confessed tears in her eyes. “I never should have helped her like arrange her trip here. I should have come with her or sent a guard to watch over. Oh why couldn’t I just convince her into using a dating website and screen her dates.”

“Oh Celestia,” Twilight whimpered, “how could you do this? I respected you so much. How can I ever look at you the same way ever again?”

Celestia suddenly became acutely aware of her situation. She looked away from the cock in her hands and to the dirty restroom she had rushed into. It wasn’t the filthiest she’d ever seen, but still the walls and floor were stained, the sink was leaking, the mirror was cracked, the stalls were marked with graffiti with one was missing a door and an “Out of Order” sign hanging over the toilet.

‘Oh Fausticorn, was I really going to fuck someone I barely knew in a public restroom’

Without another thought Celestia rushed to the door, unlocking and tearing it open she dashed past an angry, but familiar looking, chubby man with a receding hairline. Thank fully he had been to busy shouting a someone to see her until she was half way down the hall.

“Hey wait!” Charles called to her nearly losing his balance before reaching down to pull up his pants.

Celetia didn’t hear him completely focused on escaping the club before the club owner could get a picture of her for his wall. Hurrying past the bar she caught sight of Terry, the bouncer from the front door moving through the crowd of club goers who parted to avoid being shoved aside by his huge arms. She continued through the club, out the front entrance, and then ran off into the night.

An hour and a half later Celestia had no clue where she was or which direction lead to the resort. Her wandering had led her to empty streets away from any late night partying that might still be on going. The adrenaline that set her running was long gone, leaving only the she drank to alcohol affect her as she stumbled along one hand against the nearest wall to help keep her balanced as she walked.

She paused for a moment as her stomach rumbled with the feeling of vomiting approaching. Thankfully the feeling past as she took deep breathes trying to keep the feeling from returning.

‘Oh why did I drink so much,’ Celestia thought, continuing her search for the hotel. ‘Sure the scotch and vodka were good and those shots of tequila were a fun experience, but I think all that bourbon was a mistake, and I definitely prefer my rum mixed in a daiquiri.’

Her only clue on her journey back was a sign that she past that listed, among other helpful places, directions her to the nearest beach.

‘Okay,’ Celestia thought while breathing deeply trying to shake her dizziness, ‘So the resort is on the beach. The beach is this way. So I can go so the beach and follow it all the way to the resort. See Tia, even drunk you’re one smart cookie.’

Trying to focus on her plan, Tia failed to notice that she had walk past the end of one building and reached her hand into an alley. With nothing to support her she stumbled into the alleyway.

“Hey miss are you okay?”

As much as she tried Tia couldn’t regain her balance and eventually fell to the ground. She laid there for a few moments considering the option to get up but instead she decided that this was as good a place as any to get some rest and sleep over took her.

“Hello? Miss are you alright?” a man asked walking into the alley failing to see the woman on the ground. “Huh that weird, I could of sworn that was- woah!”

The man stopped mid-step nearly treading upon Celestia partially hidden in the shadows of the alley. Kneeling down, he checked on her looking for any signs of physical harm. She seemed alright as far as a lack of injuries went. Still being passed out on the street was not a good sign.

“Hey Tia, you alright? Wake up.” He said rolling her on her back and lightly slapped her cheeks hoping to rouse her from sleep. “Wow you’re really out of it aren’t you?”

With a sigh the man picked Celestia up with surprising ease, carrying her bridal style.

“Wow you’re lighter than I thou- woah!” The man tipped to one side nearly losing his balanced before widening his stance and regaining his footing. “Okay, you may not be heavy, but you are bulky.”

Readjusting Celestia’s position he shifted her center of gravity to a more comfortable location making it easier to carry her. The man turned to the alley’s entrance, then paused for a moment then looked back and forth between the street and the alleyway.

“Yeah I’m not carrying you all the way to the resort.” The man then turned back into the alley and carried the princess away.

Author's Note

So here's the next chapter, let me know what you guys think. Again I've never been clubbing before so, sorry if it doesn't feel right.

Oh, and if I haven't mentioned it before, I never really thought of myself as a writer, and even less of a proofreader. This story is just something I just can't get out of my head and hoped that writing it down would help.

That said this is just my first fimfiction story, I've tried writing before for similar reasons. If any of you are interested in my writing style as it is perhaps you'd like to check out what I tried to write before at:

My Fanfiction story list while waiting for the next update.

My previous stories are on hiatus (possibly permanently) as I haven't been able to get back to them. But if you like W.I.T.C.H. or a modern age Avatar:TLAB series, lacking the Korra storyline, then I hope you enjoy those stories.