This is a thread for requests of stories. If requests are not posted here, they will be deleted and repeat offenders may be manned. Before ANY stories are requested you are to check to see if they are in the 7chan mirror at.

http://3litchan.org/7/

There you will find a "mirror" of /elit/ before it went down.

If you do not find the story that you are looking for there than you may request it here. Be sure to be as descriptive as possible when requesting, AND MAKE SURE TO READ OTHER REQUESTS AND RESPONSES TO SEE IF YOUR ANSWER IS THERE FIRST.

Other than that. Just keep readin' a writin'.

Cowboy

This is a thread to all authors and readers. Though you are not required to, I would recommend that you post a back up of your story at, http://3litchan.org/ this is to ensure that your story stays preserved and that if 7chan is to go down AGAIN. Than your story will still be readable and update able.

I also recommend to all authors and readers that you visit us at the IRC at irc.7chan.org in /elit/. If you just google IRC and a clients instructions than you will be ok. Feel free the post ask how questions in this thread, and we'll try to answer as soon as possible. Remember that the IRC is where we communicate to make desicions and figure out our options. So feel free to stop by and say ask for help, voice your opinion, or just say howdy.

Adios,
Cowboy

Ok, so this is the first time i have written a story such as this. I hope it goes well, suggestions accepted. I'm posting the first part to see if its worth continuing.

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“Here goes nothing.” Thought a mischievous-looking William, leaning against the wall just outside the women’s locker-room. He took a deep breath, walked up to the locker room door and pulled it open, casually striding inside. “Hello ladies.” he nonchalantly announced as he put his stuff down on one of the benches, opened a locker, and began to change. However, once he had his shirt off, he paused, the room dead silent. Not the reaction he had been hoping for. “Something wrong?” he asked as he turned to face several lividly furious, yet half-naked, college women. After a quick glance around the room, he quickly realized this wasn’t the locker-room he had meant to enter. “This wouldn’t happen to be the Cheerleader’s Locker room by chance, would it?” he asked with a hint of nervousness. “No! Guess again.” One of the girl’s snarled as another pointed out a poster just above the entrance to him. “Ah…” he said with a gulp. “Rugby… my apologies ladies. Looks like I have the wrong changing room.” He said, quickly gathering his stuff and bolting out of the room, shouting, “Was nice staring…I mean talking with you ladies, gotta go!” Unfortunately for him, half the team was already dressed and came charging after him. “Jeez, they sure do know how to hold a grudge.” He said to himself as he sprinted as fast as he could down the hallway. Rounding a corner, he ducked into what looked to be an empty classroom before the rubgby could catch up. After slamming the door behind him, he slid to the floor in relief. “Man, that was way too close.” As he looked around the room, he found he was not alone. An equally surprised Irish-looking young man was staring at him.
‘Well he doesn’t seem too intimidating’” William thought to himself after calming himself down. Getting up, he strode over to the guy, extending his hand to him and introduced himself. “Hey, you don’t seem to bad, bookworm, I’m William Za…” he started, but was interrupted by the he

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Post the weirdest, most engrish filled, or worst written erotica stories you can find/write.

Here's one:
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(F/F, Infantilism?)
Once upon a time, when the general rules of human physiology and logic were too drunk to do their jobs, a girl named Mandy woke up in her bed. Mandy was a beautiful girl who had beautiful hair and beautiful eyes and a beautiful smile that was very beautiful. She was also very small for her age, which people thought was cute even though her small size was probably caused by some horrific, incurable disease. She was also a girl, which meant she had BIG HONKING BOOBS and a VAGINA!!!!1 Every day when she woke up she would put on a top hat and dance and dance and dance, because she was named Mandy and that's what Mandies do. Today was different, though because she realized that sometime during the night before, SHE'D WET THE BED!

"OH NO! I HAVE WET THE BED!" Screamed Mandy. Suddenly, the door exploded and Mandy's mommy walked in with a rocket launcher.

"AH HA! My parental radar was correct! You've been a bad, naughty, SEXY little girl, Mandy! Now, bend over so I can SPANK YOU!" She said. She then took Mandy by the wrist and spanked her hard on the ass.

"If you decide to act like a baby, you'll BE A BABY! You're going to wear DIAPERS little Ms. PeePee McPeePee!"

"OH NO!" Mandy exclaimed. She cried because diapers were embarrassing and bad for the environment. Mandy's Mommy then put her into her diapers and rubbed babypowder into her VAGINA, a process described in plodding, unreasonably precise detail.

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A cascade of blonde hair blocks her view of the sun, delicious weight on her lap, and strawberry lips press against hers, just for a moment, just enough to send waves of surprise and panic crashing through her. Then the park is in view again and Chelsea is climbing off of Dani's lap, pulling away her delicious weight, and around her everything is slower than it should be -- wind like warm honey, leaves frozen in place -- all except for Chelsea.

"What . . . " Dani asks, not really to Chelsea but anyone.

"You should see the look on your face, Dans," Chelsea laughs, blonde sparkling magnificently. Dani's eyes are wider than ever, heart racing, cheeks flushed. Slowly the world rights itself, and afternoon city life replaces the buzzing: a jackhammer, compressed air, clanging steel.

"Did you just kiss me?" Dani asks. Sure, of course she has, but something's wrong with the connections in her head because her left brain seems a little ahead of her right brain. Like she's disagreeing with herself. She shakes her head. "Why did you just kiss me?" she corrects herself.

"Like I said," Chelsea said, "you should see the look on your face."

No, no, no. Shit. Dani groans and rubs her forehead. "You know how many people probably saw that?"

"Why should you care?" Chelsea asked, dancing in front of her. "You'll be at a new school next year. Tomorrow's the last day."

"So? They're gonna think I'm -- that we're -- Chelsea!"

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Hullo guys. Yar, I have another story. This one I work on when I'm having trouble working on Chaos Star, I work on this.

Before someone troll decides to try and chew on me, I shall say this. Yes, I am a fan of the truly fantastic story Gingers. It was the first elit story I've ever read and it inspired me to write this story. There are some things that are similar, but this is my own story and in no way am I ripping Gingers off.

So anyway, please enjoy. This story is also floating around 3elitchan, but I think I'll use it for more archival purposes, though I'll keep both updated.

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Tags: MF, Mult, FF, MM, reluc, mag, slave, het, bi, fant, humor, furry, D/S, span, rough, BD, humil, gang, swing, orgy, harem, interr, 1st, oral, anal, mastrb, pett, toys, exhib, voy, violent

"She went this way! Hounds' got her scent." Re'al pushed herself further, limbs bloodied from running over rocks and through thick shrubbery, trying to evade her pursuers who were close behind, their baying dogs growing louder and louder as she crashed through throny brush, unfortunately leaving a wide and clear trail for them to follow. A hidden root snagged her bare foot, causing Re'al to stumble forward, spraining her ankle badly. Head over heels she rolled, landing in a muddy creaky, mud splashing over her creamy flesh and golden scales. Teeth gritted in pain, she tried to get back up, but hot bolts of pain laced up her leg, her ankle was badly injured. As a last resort, she tried to crawl, but the men and their dogs caught up with her. "Here's the slippery bitch." She hissed angrily, water splashing as her tail thrashed behind her. The dogs whined and retreated, but the men came forward, electrified cattle prods in hand. Re'al shrieked and thrashed wildly as high voltage bolts wrecked havoc on her, rendering her limbs useless and sending her mind into confused spin. In her haze, all she could hear were blurred voices and see blurred colors pass her by as she was carried off, thrown into the back of a van, and shipped off.

When she regained consciousness, Re'al found herself stuck in a kneeling

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Violation of the Sacred

tags: M/F, rape, preg

Author's Note: This story starts in medias res, so if things are a little confusing at first, bear with it.

Chapter One: Stand My Ground

His boots clicked crisply on the cold stone floor, his pace purposeful and quick, but not frantic. His cloak swished as he turned a corner, only meters away from his final destination. If his estimations were correct, the next room would be his goal.

Opening out onto an expansive hall, he found himself in a poshly decorated area. Torches ensconced on the walls were the only lighting, flickering madly in the air heavy with magical presences... both his own and others.

"Welcome, Maou." The haughty voice of the warrior girl at the far end of the room had a maturity far beyond her years. Though barely five foot in stature, she stood proudly. Twin tails of blonde spilled over a heavy purple cloak down her back, and she was clad in gleaming silver armor, her heavy sword at the ready. Twenty other similarly attired female knights lined the hall, their expressions determined. "I'm afraid that you've walked into our trap."

The demon lord, bound in his weakened human form as he was, levels a calm smile back. "Hello to you too, Julia-chan," he purred, their respective tones tell of a hate-filled history. "You look pretty happy with yourself."

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WE NEED CLOCKWORK CORPSE BACK

This is a story I started writing. Trying to work out whether I should turn it into an elit or leave it as is. Feedback on people's opinions would be nice. It's about two people growing up in the slums of Detroit around drugs, gangs and Violence. Here goes...


Dark night. A single flickering bulb illuminates the destroyed shell that had once been a home. Now abandoned by the dwindling middle class as they had fled this doom of destitution.
Once a place of light and family. Now a place of death.

'Do it.' The gravelly voice echoed through the empty halls.

'No... no I can't.' a second voice, almost paralysed with fear.

'Fucking do it!'

'I don't want to die. I want to live.' Sobbed the man hunched up against the wall.

'Mother Fucker you're already dead. Your heart stopped beating the moment you stole from me. All you have left now is whether your light goes out fast.' He paused, sliding a six inch serrated hunting knife from his baggy jeans. 'or slow. Now put it in your mouth.'

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This is a re-upload of the LARA CROFT SEX CHRONICLES!

Summary: A young lad is hired on to work for a famous treasure-hunter, and gets more experience from the job than he could have ever imagined.

Lara Croft Is My Guvnor (FM, Fm1st, Lara Croft, various straight sex and voyeurism)

Chapter 1

Winston Smith walked out to the pool area with a tray of iced tea in his hands. He hated going outside on hot days like this, especially since he always wore his stuffy butler's suit. Lara greeted him with a smile as she laid in a lounge chair, soaking up the sun in nothing more than a small white bikini and sunglasses.
"Thank you Winston," Lara said as her butler set the tray on the table beside her and she grabbed a glass.
Winston regarded the view around the pool. The whole area was a mess, with pool accessories and toys scattered all over the deck area. The surface of the pool was littered with leaves and stray paper and plastic items that had blown in on the wind.
"Have you finally given some thought about hiring new help for the pool, Miss Croft?" he asked.
"I know," Lara said with a bit of frustration. "I just haven't had the time lately," she said as she took another sip from her iced tea.
"Hmmm," Winston said, casting a slow glance at Lara as she sipped and sighed, stretching out her gleaming body under the hot sun.
"Yes, well, I've made note of the requirements for the pool maintenance, and I believe that we can satisfy them and do a little good for the community at the same time."

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