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Anonymous 18/02/24(Sat)12:21 No. 25405 ID: 64e444

By Uninvited/Uncle Rick

READ BEFORE POSTING! Cowboy!6UZGZTHCak ## Mod ## 10/06/30(Wed)19:11 No. 8546 ID: 5eefb3 [Reply] Locked Stickied

This is a thread for ALL AUTHORS and READERS. Though you are not required to, I would recommend that you save your story in a post able form, this is to ensure that your story stays preserved and that if 7chan is to go down AGAIN. Also, if anyone has something available as far as web space for an archive, please e-mail me at 1subject@live.com.
I also recommend to everyone that you visit us at the IRC at irc.7chan.org in /elit/ channel. Research it and please stop in, any questions you have about well, ANYTHING can be answered there. There are many good different types of IRC clients, some can attach right onto your browser. So find one and set it up.
3litchan is gone as far as I know. Don’t asking nothing more, ‘cause on that subject….I don’t know nothing’, I just work here.

Magic Marker Book Two: Indelible mg, Mg, mc, fg, bond, inc, Mdom, humil, + AnonyMPC 18/02/10(Sat)02:43 No. 25351 ID: a609fb [Reply]

This is a continuation of my Magic Marker story. You can read Book One at http://www.asstr.org/~AnonyMPC/Magic_Marker_Book_One.html

The "Previously On, Magic Marker" version:

Twelve-year-old Susan found a magic marker on her way home from the swimming pool with her older brother Keith. As a joke, he wrote "smelly feet" on her, and she noticed her feet actually did smell... a smell which stopped when the mark wore off. This convinced her the marker really was magic, that everything written on someone with the marker became true... from "smelly feet", to the word "jerk" she wrote on her brother, to "super horny" which he wrote on her as a joke once he became a jerk. More marks followed, growing steadily more sexual, culimating in Keith turning Susan into his own personal fuck toy and making their parents have complete faith in him. Although she was thoroughly enjoying the incestuous sex, Susan had been counting on things returning to normal when "jerk" mark wore off his body, only to find he rewrote the mark on himself, because he liked who he'd become and what he'd gotten out of it.


Oh, and this is the first thing I've posted that I wrote while livestreaming my writing, as such, there are some ideas or lines or outfits directly from viewers... I didn't keep track of who or what parts specifically, but I do owe a general acknowledgement.

Magic Marker, Book Two: Indelible (mg, Mg, mc, fg, bond, anal, inc, Mdom, humil, magic, oral, spank, toys)

Chapter One:

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Magic Marker Book Two, Chapter Twenty-Nine AnonyMPC 18/02/24(Sat)14:58 No. 25407 ID: a609fb

Chapter Twenty-Nine:

Susan's cum addiction may have been temporarily satisfied, at the cost of bacon, but within a half hour after her brother left, with the words, "Think of what me and Trish might be doing when you masturbate," the other marks on her body were already starting to drive her crazy... or maybe she'd just gotten addicted to sexual release without the marker. She needed it. One day of this was bad enough... facing a second day in a row seemed like a nightmare.

Her super-horniness was already to an uncomfortable level when she sucked her brother off, and it felt like nothing was able to distract her from it for long. Watching TV, getting on the Internet, even digging out one of her old coloring books and trying to lose herself in focused drudge-work always just devolved very quickly with her thinking dirty thoughts, sometimes watching something dirty, with something in her ass or pussy. She did wind up thinking about Keith and Trish while she did it, too, not deliberately taking his advice, the thoughts and images were just intrusive. She didn't want them, they made her sick inside, but at the same time, they didn't make her any less horny even while they made her incredibly jealous... if anything, it was the opposite.

She'd rub herself until it was starting to get painful and then look at the clock and find that only a few more minutes had passed. At one point she even checked over her naked body in a mirror just to see if Keith had somehow written something on her while she slept, because it was so much harder to take than last time... but no, she decided, while masturbating to her own reflection, it must just feel worse because she knew what was in store. At least yesterday, she had the hope that he might return at any moment and fuck her brains out. Today, she knew he wasn't planning to be home until three, and... who knew? Maybe he'd be so tired from fucking Trish all day he'd have nothing left for her?

Two hours in and she found herself muttering "Gotta cum," to herself, almost like a mantra, and she was pretty sure she was twitching, and not just her holes. She was pacing around the house, her vibrator in her ass and one of Mom's dildos in her pussy just because her body craved activity, or at least she thought that stimulating it until she couldn't anymore was better than just lying there and needing it.

On one of her repeated trips through the kitchen, she stopped by the fridge trying to decide if eating might take her mind off it when she noticed the magnets on the door again, "Don't Just Complain About Problems, Find Solutions! Think outside the box."

The only obvious solution was to call and try and beg Keith to come home, but she didn't think that would work. So maybe thinking outside of the box was the answer... but could she do that whe Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

Magic Marker Book Two, Chapter Thirty AnonyMPC 18/02/25(Sun)04:34 No. 25408 ID: a609fb

Chapter Thirty:

It seemed like forever since Susan was outside. Since becoming a fuck toy (even before, for the week she had smelly feet had almost the same effect) she'd barely left the house, and frequently was away from the windows because she was mostly undressed. She'd almost forgotten there was a whole world outside, in the middle of summer. The colors seemed brighter and more vivid, almost painfully so, but what really hit her was the heat.

Dana wasn't kidding, it really was a hot one. Inside they had air conditioning so she hadn't had to even think about the weather. Stepping outside, she was confronted with a humid gust of air that made her regret her decision to go to Stacey's place at all. If the heat wasn't bad enough, it was made worse by what she was wearing.

She'd thought about it a lot in the shower, about how to hide everything she needed hidden. That included things like deciding to leave her phone at home, and off, so if Keith asked why she hadn't answered a call on it she could truthfully say she left it off, but the more important issue was hiding the marks on her body from her friends. While the water streamed over her body, she examined them carefully and evaluated what clothing options she had available that would leave them hidden. Sandals were out, because she might have to take them off and the bottom of her feet might be seen, and then someone might want to know why she had "can't cum without permission" on her. So, instead, white socks and her running shoes. Skirts were out of the question as well, and so were any shorts that weren't long enough to cover the "Sucker" on "Cock Sucker." She had some capris of various types that cut off just under or above the knee, but she also had to think of one other thing... although fresh from the cold shower it might not be a problem, but when the horniness kicked in, she didn't want her damp crotch to be obvious. That ruled out the lighter colored options, and in the end, out of excessive fear, she went with some black yoga capris that hugged her body in a way she was half-proud of, half-ashamed of, but soon forgot entirely with the realization of how hot it was with the sun on them.

Up top, she had to be sure not only that the shirt was long enough to cover her back, but more importantly, it had to cover her front, from any position. Dana may have loved to use the trick of deliberately wearing something that gave a peek when you bent down too low, on teachers, guys their ages, and even Keith once, and Susan had tried it herself on Dana's suggestion, but most of her shirts didn't work for that. But it was still a problem... in too many of them, even if nobody could see a nipple no matter how far she bent in front of them, they could see the words 'Fuck toy' blazoned across her chest. She had to bend down in Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

Magic Marker Book Two, Chapter Thirty-One AnonyMPC 18/02/25(Sun)14:21 No. 25410 ID: a609fb

Chapter Thirty-One:

Stacey uncapped the marker and explained, "It's a Pussycat Dolls song, so... we should look the part, right?" Dana shrugged. "I only have one set of cat ears," she went on, pausing momentarily to grab a headband with yellow and black cat eats from her closet, then, after placing it on her head, went to the mirror and picked up the marker again, "But the rest of us can do this..." Stacey only drew a dot on her nose and three streaks going across each cheek, to represent a cat's whiskers, and Susan calmed down, feeling silly for her instinctive reaction. It wasn't a magic marker, it was just a normal one. Still...

"No, don't," she said when Stacey came at her next with the uncapped marker. "I don't want to wear that all week!" Not because of the embarrassment... but it would be a giveaway to her brother and parents that she left the house. Or at least that she got very bored and silly. Maybe she could convince Keith it meant she wanted to play games with the leash.

It turned out her worries and planning for them wasn't even necessary. Stacey shook her head and rolled her eyes, exasperated. "Don't be stupid, it's washable." She dropped some moisturizer on a kleenex from her dresser, then wiped her face, and indeed, one of the streaks disappeared. "See?"

"I don't think the Pussycat Dolls actually, like, did cat themed stuff," Dana pointed out. "You might be thinking of that old movie Josie and the Pussycats."

Stacey whirled on her with the eyeroll, now letting out an frustrated breath. "It's an inter-pre-ta-tion," she said, and then went to redraw her lost whisker staring at herself in the mirror. "It'll look cute if it's all three of us, come on."

Dana and Susan exchanged a look, but finally Susan shrugged, and let Stacey draw on her face. While Dana was getting hers done, Susan looked in the mirror. The marks looked much the same as the hidden ones on her body, like the one that said "Fuck toy." What would happen, she wondered, if it was the magic marker? Would it actually turn her into a cat? Or make her think she was one?

Good thing it's washable, she decided. Keith might draw over it just to see.
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Neon and eyeliner. IrishDevil !!plAwNkZmL5 18/02/22(Thu)07:13 No. 25393 ID: ef02bd [Reply]

Alright folks, this will be coming out in parts.


My father Eamon had been IRA, during the troubles. He had met my mother Teagan defending a town from the INLA in the late 70s. She had, at the time, been only 16, while he had been 20. Her family had fed him and a few other fighters following a firefight. Her red hair, Da had said, was the brightest thing he'd seen, and her blue eyes "bore straight through his soul". That night she'd met him in secret and they made love for the first time.
They would later marry, and had me, their bouncing baby boy Ronan in the late 80s. My hair as black as Da's and my eyes a bright green. My mother had unfortunately developed a brain tumor when I was 8 and passed away shortly after it was discovered. Da was despondent for months afterward.
As a result of all of this, I grew up with a strong respect for and knowledge of firearms and Irish culture and history, as well as some knowledge of military and political workings. I also grew up valuing every day, knowing that it could be my last. I grew up listening to all kinds of music, and found myself especially enamoured with the gothic subgenres, and later the industrial genres in my teens. I wore business casual clothing and a deathhawk, and Nora, a girl I dated in high school had begun to get me wearing eyeliner. My father simply shook his head. He didn't care so long as I kept my grades up and stayed in shape. I hung around a few local clubs in my late teens and even DJed at one, briefly.
I ended up pursuing a career with the Defense forces, owing largely to my father's training, and worked my way into the Sciathán Fiannóglaigh an Airm(Army Ranger Wing), where I quickly became an accomplished sniper and travelled around the world a bit on some peacekeeping missions and joint task forces.

It was in Afghanistan that I met one of the most beautiful women I'd ever seen. I'd sat down at a table at one of the many bases after an astoundingly tough night op. I was sore and exhausted, having spent hours laying stock still with my rifle in hand followed by another hour of constantly providing cover fire and dodging haphazard return fire, switching positions to keep those fuckers guessing. It had ended with an RPG hitting a half-broken floor below me and collapsing supports...and then the floor I was crouching on at the time. While I hadn't broken anything I had taken a single bullet graze to the side of my then-bald head and my uniform, as a result of the collapse, was absolutely caked in desert dust and abdobe and a little bit of blood on the shoulder. I wanted a dram and a hot meal and sleep. I had at least been able to secure a bowl of soup. A woman with Canadian uniform had walked in, sat down across from me, and pushed a flask of Jameson's in my direction.
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Anonymous 18/02/23(Fri)01:51 No. 25398 ID: 0cf92e


IrishDevil+!!plAwNkZmL5 18/02/23(Fri)05:48 No. 25401 ID: ef02bd

Mf, incest, goth, teen

The+Bard 18/02/25(Sun)05:47 No. 25409 ID: a8081c

You have my attention.

Raising Paul's Daughter (Loli, discipline, other) Can you guess? 15/05/02(Sat)22:08 No. 23514 ID: 60b795 [Reply]

So, like many late-twenty-somethings in this economy, I find myself living with a roommate, and there are times when I legitimately loathe the man. We are actually fairly close friends, and we have a lot in common, as well as a lot of shared experience. We live in the same shitty apartment, we worked the same shitty job for years, which is how we met, and since we requested going on opposite shifts to get some time away from one another, our relationship has improved significantly. I don't truly hate the guy, but I don't spend more time than I have to with him. Fortunately, he seems to feel the same way, so we mostly just shoot the shit about wrestling, watch the pay-per-views together, and retreat to our respective rooms to get the fuck away from one another.

He's not such a bad guy in small doses, and there aren't many people who understand my love for the WWE like Paul does. He actually worked the indy circuit for a while, so we can connect on that level at least. He's still a paranoid motherfucker about money, but I pay well in advance, and we no longer split any bills except rent, electricity and internet. I may order out or he may order out, we may both even order out on the same night, but we no longer order out together. I have accepted that he will never do the dishes, he has accepted that I will never allow his drunken, virus-downloading, morbidly obese ass on my expensive office chair so he can destroy my operating system by visiting sketchy porn sites, or allow him to bum off my weed. If he wants to hit from my bowl, he needs to pitch in for the cost. On the flip side, I have accepted that I can only smoke up in my room since his daughter is over pretty much all the time. Her mother fucked off shortly after Kelly turned two. Last I'd heard, she'd gotten picked up for solicitation along with various drug charges. She wasn't up for parole for another seven years yet.

Paul was oddly clever for one so clearly controlled so exclusively by his hindbrain, but he had to take his time chewing each thought over before it was ready to be shared the way he meant it. He never forgot a thing, and he would hold on to thoughts to worry at them for hours, days, or even weeks. A grudge, he usually nursed no less than a week, and every time we argued I could count on Paul to bring up all sorts of old shit, but his ability to focus on a thought and fully break it down was impressive, and he would remember fun conversations too. He had great taste in movies, old blues and jazz and funk, and he could throw together a shockingly tasty meal with just about anything we had lying around the house. When he was sober, he could hold his own on topics close to his heart, and he made some connections that truly impressed me. Every now and then, often days or sometimes weeks after a conversation, he'd say something truly profound. He could also be really funny. Paul usually got two brilliant j Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

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Anonymous 15/05/14(Thu)10:47 No. 23555 ID: 1874c2

Pleaaase finish this op i love it so much man

Non-Anonymous 15/05/14(Thu)22:09 No. 23560 ID: b3e330

read the comments. it is finished. rather nicely at that.

Anonymous 18/02/24(Sat)12:52 No. 25406 ID: 64e444

Where did Uninvited go?

I hope someone has an archive somewhere

A Final Promise The Bard 17/12/08(Fri)06:38 No. 25211 ID: 8a3dce [Reply] [Last 50 posts]

Ok so I am throwing my hat into the ring. I have been inspired to try my hand at writing a story since I am bored and want to write. I am looking for constructive feedback and to start getting more comfortable sharing my stories rather than just letting them sit in my hard drive over the crippling anxiety of putting myself out there. I am going to try very hard to pound (lol) out this story semi-regularly and I have a definite ending in mind so without further ado, A Final Promise.

Tags: Loli(ish), Romantic, Sex and Teacher/student, M/f

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The+Bard 18/02/20(Tue)02:35 No. 25384 ID: a5e7e4

Ready for the 18th Chapter? Of course you are. Here you go:


He filled me, every inch of his dick reached deep into my core. Oh, David! I loved him more than anything in the world. Every thrust pushed me against the metal of the dock, and the pain that the bite of the dock was only matched by the pleasure of being fucked by the man I loved. It only made me want more. It opened up a part of me that I didn’t even know was there, a part that wanted to be bit, scratched and marked up in our love making.

“David, harder! I want it rough! I want to never forget this feeling!”

My pleading unleashed something inside him, a wild animal that filled me with lust, and a little bit of fear. His eyes darkened, a wicked gleam in his eyes. “As you wish, Mika.”

Before I knew what was going on, I was flipped around onto my hands and knees. The metal dug into my hands and I could feel him behind me. Suddenly, he grabbed the base of my hair, just above my neck, and pushed me down so that my cheek pressed into the dock, and he was in me again, filling me all the way and bottoming out.

Ah! I cried out as he began to move. I could feel him stretching me as he slammed down into my pussy, his skin slapping against my ass. It made me feel dirty. So dirty, and yet so loved. “Ah! Fuck me, David! Make me yours, forever!” I was desperate, pleading, I wanted him to lose himself just like I was lost in him.

“Jesus! Mika, you are so perfect!” His hand came down and slapped my ass, making me tighten at the sudden shock of pain. It made me so wet. He pulled out of me, and before I could protest, he turned me over and pulled me into his lap. I was face to face with my David, my sexy, beautiful man. His eyes sparkled and he pushed into me in just the right way. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him into my chest as his hands forced my hips to ride his dick, stimulating all the right spots inside and out.
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The+Bard 18/02/22(Thu)02:03 No. 25390 ID: 1d989d

Next chapter coming out tomorrow.

The+Bard 18/02/23(Fri)02:05 No. 25399 ID: fc5b70

Next Chapter:


I couldn’t remember how long it’s been. The sun out of Mika’s room came up and set, only to come up again. Doctor Banson was a kind, elderly man, and thankfully aware of our situation. He listed me as a relative, allowing me to stay by her side after visiting hours. I’m grateful for it, because it would have been really inconvenient for them to try to remove me. I made Mika a promise, and I was going to keep that promise no matter what. I was no longer her husband, at least legally, but I was still the man she married, and that has to count for something.

They checked on her recently. She has a concussion and there was some swelling in her brain, but she is stable and they tell me she is going to wake up anytime now. “It just takes time for the body to do what it needs to get better.” That’s what the nurse said the last time she was in to check on Mika’s vitals. I wanted to believe that, but seeing her, paler than I have ever seen her, and the bright fire of her hair muted, makes my mind slip to darker thoughts that I push away immediately. When the nurse leaves I return to my vigil, sitting in the chair next to her hospital bed and holding her hand so that she can feel me next to her, so that she can have a way to come back to me.

“Mr. Simmons?”

I looked up, and there was the police officer that questioned me at the gas station. She was an African-American woman with dark eyes that looked like they have seen way too much of the world. I guessed she was a soldier before she was a police officer. I remembered the work my Dad did with Veterans Charities and everyone I met there had the same look, the same eyes. This time there was another person with her. An older man with a tailored suit and a briefcase that said “Lawyer” louder than if it was emblazoned in neon on his forehead.

“Hello, Detective,” I replied with little enthusiasm in my voice.

“This is the assistant DA. We want to talk to you about the incident.”
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Roommates (loli) Anonymous 12/10/06(Sat)11:32 No. 17319 ID: 5c8966 [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]

It all started when I was 19, in my first semester at college. I'd moved away from home and into my first apartment, and got my first roommate as well. He was a year younger than me, but unlike me he hadn't spent a year after graduating highschool saving up his money for tuition and rent. His parents died in an avalanche at a ski resort, and between their considerable savings and the payout from the life insurance, he could afford college and not have to work for years. I hadn't known it when I met him at orientation and we decided to share an apartment, but he also had custody of his 11 year old sister.

The apartment was big, and nicer than I could have ever afforded on my own, so all three of us had separate bedrooms (hers was supposed to be a laundry room or something originally.). I also discovered my roommate was a bit of a dick who neglected his little sister.

I don't think it was intentional, more a result of losing his parents and having to adjust his plans for the future to revolve around caring for his sibling, and he probably wasn't ready for that sort of responsibility. But unless he needed to give her a ride or buy her something she needed, he basically didn't interact with her. He also barely did anything with me; maybe once a week he'd play video games with me, but he spent nearly all his time in class or shut in his room studying.

His little sister was cute, with her blue eyes, freckles, and short, light brown hair, but obviously way too young for me. She didn't play with dolls or anything, so I guess she was mature for her age, but she also spent all her time shut in her room when she wasn't at school. And I don't think she had any friends at her new school either.

After a month or so with my new roommates, we'd settled into a routine. If they weren't exactly friendly, they weren't bad either; quiet, clean, and they were the only way I could afford a really nice apartment just a block from campus.

I wish I'd known then what I know now. It'd have saved me a lot of grief.

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Anonymous 18/02/06(Tue)00:40 No. 25342 ID: 5b50a8


Anonymous 18/02/07(Wed)00:10 No. 25346 ID: c9d098

So I'm the only one that got the gorram comment. River Tam and Kaylee Frye. Yep. Oh and reavers too.
Thanks I read through this in a couple of days. Outstanding story. Ill be back.

Anonymous 18/02/22(Thu)11:46 No. 25394 ID: d6eb35

Update when? Come on OP.

AnonyMPC's Phil Phantom Tributes (usually Mg+, lots of inc, extreme) AnonyMPC 16/08/04(Thu)01:19 No. 24543 ID: a609fb [Reply]

Since these are usually shorter and with less of an audience than my regular works, and threads on this board last long periods of time, from now on rather than posting them in individual threads, I'll post all my Phil Phantom Tributes in this thread, sort of like Nicholas Fellheimer's thread.

For my past tributes, or for my other work in general, you can always check out http://www.asstr.org/~AnonyMPC/

PP tributes are my attempt to honor the style of a bygone and extremely prolific author of smut fiction, and also play with plots and themes that I don't think can support and in-depth character examination. They're usually quick, vulgar, unrealistic, and, I hope, fun for some of you.

Next post I'll start with the most recent one.

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IonIan 18/02/05(Mon)10:52 No. 25341 ID: 30501b

You sir, are a legend. Many, many thanks for this story, and I cannot wait to read MM2. Glad to have you back!

Anonymous 18/02/06(Tue)09:44 No. 25345 ID: 7f188a

As a lawyer, I've read international arbitration documents that were simpler and less convoluted than the explanation of why Peyton had to fuck the dog.

Anonymous 18/02/09(Fri)22:33 No. 25350 ID: 57fd4b

great tribute as always. you really capture his style. please consider doing a rachael ross tribute, as well.. I think you'd be quite capable of emulating her unique style.

A Quiet Evening At Home (Mf+ ped inc beast extreme) Nicholas+Fellheimer 10/08/17(Tue)08:32 No. 9392 ID: 7b23cd [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]

A Quiet Evening at Home
- by Nicholas Fellheimer
(with thanks to PuppyLoverDawn!)

As I waited for the dog's thick cock to unknot from my ass and slowly came down from another orgasm, I opened my eyes and stared across the kitchen floor: in the living room, someone was fucking my youngest daughter on the couch, but I couldn't quite make out who it was. Sliding my face across the slick of spit and cum on the linoleum, I tried to get a better look, but the little whore kept thrashing around. Didn't look like her father, at least not from this angle. Probably one of Jeremy's friends.

Now I started wondering where my husband might have gotten off to. And was our back porch light on? He's probably out there selling tickets to the neighbors. I turned, and a rain of piss spattered across my face. Another of Jeremy's friends - in the study, my middle daughter was putting on some sort of slit-licking show with a young lady I had not yet been introduced to, much to the delight of the boys.

A second stream hit my face, followed by a third. The bathroom was apparently occupied, so someone had announced that the kitchen floor was now the place to piss. A dripping dick was wiped dry in my hair, then slipped into my mouth.



Maybe I should start from the beginning.
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Anonymous 17/09/12(Tue)19:02 No. 25142 ID: 9e6dc0

anyone know if this author is still posting anywhere else on the internet?

Anonymous 17/09/16(Sat)09:34 No. 25146 ID: 3ce23c


sisters forcing brother 2 eat shit Jay Proctor 18/02/04(Sun)04:37 No. 25334 ID: 6ba0dd

I have a strong scat fetish and a even stronger sister feeding me her shit day in and day out.

iCity Tales by AnonyMPC (various tags, cyberpunk, violence) AnonyMPC 14/07/30(Wed)22:09 No. 22139 ID: a609fb [Reply] [Last 50 posts]

Hi, I'm AnonyMPC. You might remember me from such stories as "My Private Camwhore," "Relatively Powered", and "Yet Another Thing That Isn't The Next My Private Camwhore."

Well, after a long time where I was working on various stories and making very slow progress, I got hit with an idea that caught my imagination on fire. It started with the artist NeckRomancer on HF, who drew a few pieces inspired my stories, and we got to talking. An offhanded comment by me made him suggest a story idea, a SF one that had a sort of cyberpunk vibe. It was a good idea, and I'm actually a fan of old-school cyberpunk and all it's tropes, but I didn't want to tackle it. I was too busy, and too far behind, with other stuff. But it reminded me of another idea I had (based on an idea granted to me by a fellow named kludo I met in an artist's stream), also set in a cyberpunk world. And I began to toss around the idea of a set of stories set in the same city, and came up with a few ideas, and NeckRomancer suggested a couple more, and finally, I realized I was enjoying the process more than I had writing in a while, and what's more, I had 5 stories that I thought fit together pretty well, I knew exactly where they began and ended and how they fit together. They could be short, I told myself, maybe one sex scene each, so it wouldn't be too much of a distraction from my other projects. And I started writing the first, getting more work done in one day than I had in all the other stories I was working on combined in the past week, and I had that glorious feeling I hadn't had in a long time where my mind was racing with things to write even while I was asleep.

So I figured I had to stick with it, even if it meant everything else getting delayed, again, for overall output, the best strategy is sticking with the stuff I'm excited with most.
I finished the first story, and am started on the second. I'm not going to officially post it to my site (http://www.asstr.org/~AnonyMPC/ if you've forgotten), or my HF page, until all five are done and cross-checked. But, because I have a history with this site, I thought I'd post them one-by-one here and here only. You can, hopefully, be my beta-test, so I can catch any major issues. This also means it'll be slightly less edited than they usually are, and I plan to tighten it up.

A few notes of things I'm especially looking for, or need to say up front:
Classic cyberpunk, which I'm a fan of, doesn't really mesh perfectly with computers and the Internet as it exists today. So I've done a bit of a bastard fusion and used some handwaving of vague historical events that have altered how things work. I'm certainly willing to hear if you think anything doesn't make sense on that level (networks don&# Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

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Anonymous 15/11/27(Fri)20:10 No. 24014 ID: 38e867

AnonyMPC the asstr captcha system isn't working so i'll tell you here (sorry it's not actually commentary on the work, love it but don't want to spoil and it's sage'd) but danoume's hentaifoundry was hit so the image links for Magic Marker, Tiger by the Tail, and Gauntlet: Karen's Tale no longer work. The only site I've seen with them is exhentai so they're not so easily linkable now.

Anonymous 18/01/20(Sat)05:11 No. 25304 ID: e4b79b

Where are they on exhentai? Quick searches yielded nothing.

Anonymous 18/01/20(Sat)05:45 No. 25305 ID: 4b5709


That post is from 2015. They're probably gone now. They were shitty anyway.

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