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Trans, Futa, Sex, Life, MTF Little Abby 14/12/22(Mon)10:41 No. 23009 ID: fd5923 [Reply]

Been wanting to write something worthy of here for a long time. So here I go....

Being a Transgendered person wasn't quite like I expected at all. All my life I had been told I was useless. That I would never amount to anything. I never fit in with the guys at school and sucked at sports majorly. I seemed to be able to gt along with most of the girls though. They would talk to me and we would carry on a conversation with no real problems at all. I grew up being depressed all the time having no clear idea why. I was in and out of work not really fitting in and being angry all the time. I started to get really bad thinking suicide was an option. Then I stumbled across a story that changed my life. I mean literally changed me. I was scared of being trans at first. But the more I thought about it the more I thought 'What if?' So I took a trial run of Female hormones and holy hell. I was hooked.


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It Begins Little+Abby 14/12/23(Tue)04:28 No. 23015 ID: fd5923

I looked up from the work I was doing to see John start knocking on my office window. I smiled and buzzed him in. The security button had been on the fritz a bit lately so I had to press it a few times but he came in. "Hey, somebody get a bit rough the other day?". I smiled thinking that it would take me a while to get used to the bruises making people think that I had been beaten up. "Oh no. Nothing quite like that. I had surgery a few days ago. Just to fix up a few things." He regarded my bruises and looked skeptical but nodded anyway. "If you ever need help give me a yell. I'll help ya chase em off." he made a few karate gestures topped off with a "wataaaaaaaaaa" to prove his point. I just giggled. "Thanks but it wouldn't look too good if a security guard had to get help from a cook." He gave me a mock glare and simply stated "Under Siege" I laughed outright at that. He gave me one last look and went back to his kitchen. "ARRggghhhh" I dropped my head onto my desk in frustration. It was followed by an immediate "OW" Great! Another bruise to explain. I sighed and headed upstairs to drop off a few deliveries. A few hours passed and my relief Rick arrived allowing me to knock off. I gave the required handover and filled him in on the days events. "Hey Ric...." He paused a minute to correct himself. "Hey Abby." I looked at him eager to go home and slaughter the innocent on GTA5 Online. I just raised an eyebrow. "You ok?" I smiled. "Yeah. A few people asked a few questions. Like who did that? Was it your girlfriend? Your boyfriend? Your dad?. Ugh but I was kind of expecting it so it was too bad." "What about your eye candy?" he asked wiggling his eyebrows? I immediately blushed and started grinning like an idiot. "HAH! Thought soooooo." I walked out the door my cheeks burning red enough to almost overpower the bruises either side of my nose. I walked past the sandwich shop and paused to look into the window. The kitchen was winding down that late in the afternoon. I couldn't help but stare a little. I noticed one of the female staff watching, looked into the kitchen then back to me. I must have gone red as my cheeks started burning. I rushed away.

I got home and practically fell through the front door and hid in my room. I heard a knock followed by a muffled "You ok?" "Let me die in in peace" I cried. She came in anyway and sat on the corner of my bed. "Hey' she prodded the lump under the sheet. No response. "You leave me no choice then" I started squirming knowing what came next. "ARRGGHH NOOO" I started laughing. "Stop!" I cried. Jess refused to stop saying she would only stop when I stopped hiding. I couldn't breathe properly by this point so I stuck my head out from under my sanctuary. I tried to glare at Jessica Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Anonymous 15/01/08(Thu)07:11 No. 23086 ID: d0bbc7

Please yes.


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Anonymous 15/05/13(Wed)01:22 No. 23547 ID: 4d85f4

>>23009

Nice story but hard to read because of the "wall of text effect."

It's easier to read a story if you break it into short paragraphs. The usual rule is: new speaker, new line. That way the white space helps the reader to keep track of who's speaking.

HTH




Mia's House (teen, drugs, bestiality) Anonymous 15/04/29(Wed)02:49 No. 23507 ID: 28d3ed [Reply]

I met Mia in the parking lot of a liquor store.

My buddy and I were planning to get pretty hammered later that night, and I was just making a quick trip to get a few bottles of the hard stuff. But opportunity knocked; or in this case, shouted. I stopped and looked in the direction of the shout. It had come from a girl who had been loitering near the alleyway behind the liquor store. She was a latina girl with light brown skin and long, dark brown hair that fell well past her shoulders. She was short, but her face was attractive and her body especially so; not too skinny, with just enough curves to be tantalizing, and a fairly decent pair of tits that her tight t-shirt showed off quite well. I also noted that she wore a little necklace with a golden cross that hung down between her breasts. Overall, the girl was one hot little package.

"Hey mister, you wanna get me a 12 pack of beer?" she asked.

It could have been a police sting. I asked her how old she was.

"I'm 18," she said. "I just don't got my ID on me and the cholo behind the counter won't sell me nothing. Come on, help a girl out? I'll make it worth your while..."

She was definitely lying about her age, never mind that fact that 18 wasn't old enough to buy beer anyway, but she wasn't lying about making it worth my while. When I took her back into the alleyway and she'd dropped to her knees and unzipped my pants, I knew this probably wasn't a police sting. As she wrapped her hand around my cock and licked her puffy lips, I asked her how old she really was.

"Why's it matter?" she asked. "I'm 15 almost, you got a problem with that?"

She gave pretty good head for a 14 year old. It wasn't the best I'd ever gotten, but the girl clearly had a little experience. She swallowed half my cock without gagging and began to bob her head back and forth vigorously while she stroked me. I grabbed a fistful of her hair, and she seemed to respond to my aggressiveness by sucking me harder. When I blew my load, she swallowed it all down without complaint.
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Anonymous 15/04/29(Wed)18:32 No. 23510 ID: 29386a

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7INmvg24vW4


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Anonymous 15/04/30(Thu)20:03 No. 23512 ID: 310699

This was really hot. I don't know if you planned to continue the story or this was a one-off, but it was awesome


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Anonymous 15/05/10(Sun)09:51 No. 23533 ID: c4cd78

That was really good.




Priscilla Loves Pussy, Piss, and Her Daughters bkmcdevitt 15/04/29(Wed)03:08 No. 23508 ID: 7d2392 [Reply]

Story codes: Fgg, lesbian, pedo, scat, incest, watersports

Author's Warning: The following story is for adults only. It is only a fantasy; don't try anything like any of this with real children. With other adults, go for it; aspire to go beyond the perversity of this story.

Oh, and this story, if i have done my job right, is best read while naked. If you are a male, you might want to get out your favorite butt-plug and put it somewhere nice and hot and tight (if you like kinky stuff enough to have found this story, i know you have one) and lube up your free hand. If you are of the female variety, you might want to have your favorite vibrator ready...your pussy is gonna need it.

Lastly, if this story does make you cum buckets (or squirt buckets) or inspires you to try some bedroom* activities you had not contemplated before, please write and tell me! It was a story like this that encouraged me to actually take the plunge into same-sex fun and then into the delicious depravity that is scat!
*or elsewhere... getting nasty is even more fun in public!

Last chance to back out before things get dirty....



The air in the kitchen was thick with the smell of piss, shit, sweat, perfume, and the estrogen tang of aroused pussy.
Priscilla inhaled deeply, then returned to sucking on her daughter’s asshole. Above her, Megan sighed, tossing her long blond hair, then relaxed her sphincter, her young and hairless cunt drizzling juice onto her mother’s chin. With one hand she played with her clit, with her other, she was fondling the pink nubbins of her breasts. It would be another two years before she really needed a bra, but her nipples were already incredibly sensitive. Between Priscilla’s wide-spread thighs, Megan’s identical twin sister Molly was busily licking their mother’s pussy with an enthusiasm that bordered on the manic.
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The Lolly Anne Conspiracies (tg, magic, ped*) AnonyMPC 12/04/04(Wed)22:59 No. 15727 ID: a609fb [Reply] [Last 50 posts]

Writing's become slow and chore-like again, so I've decided that my latest effort to get myself inspired will be to clear my backlist... over the next few weeks, I'll be editing and posting the stories that I have completed but not released. This does not include MPC4 which is still slow-going.

First up, another of my 'Sci-Fi Serials'. This one deserves a bit of a warning because it's a bit different than my usual stuff, focusing on men who transform into little girls. (I realize there's another 'guy turns into sexualized girl' story that just started, and apologize if it seems like more of the same).

The Lolly Anne Conspiracies (tg, magic, ped*)
Installment 1: "The New Lolly Anne" (additional codes: Mg*, MMg*, g*g*, 1st*)
(* indicates that the code applies due to the bodies of the people involved... since the story involves magical transgenderism, the minds involved will be different)

The first time it happened, I had no idea what was going on. In that respect, I’m like many others. Even those who chose this life, who knew it was coming, have told me that when it first happened they were surprised and wondered if it was a dream that first time.

In my case, that it was a dream was a natural conclusion, since the night before I’d had my share of those. Unsettling dreams about being held down by somebody laughing while I screamed. That’s common too.

When I first woke up that morning, just for a few moments, I felt strange, like my eyes weren’t quite right. For one thing, colors seemed to be more vivid, and subtly different shades of the same color stood out. If I didn't know better, I might have suspected I'd been shaking off the effect of some kind of psychotropic drug, but I didn't feel high, so I assumed I was caught in that place in-between dreams and reality, where they mixed a little too freely. Whenever I get like that I can usually choose whether to wake up fully or descend once again into slumber. I was still drowsy, and knew I didn’t have to go to work that day, so I decided to sleep in.

I must have spent an hour or so in that state, drifting in and out of consciousness, the comfort of my bed and dreams which were growing more and more erotic, when a noise jarred me. Somebody was coming through the front door.
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Anonymous 15/03/31(Tue)19:55 No. 23431 ID: 752652

Where can I find more stories like this?


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Anonymous 15/04/01(Wed)08:41 No. 23436 ID: 433925

>>23431
http://www.asstr.org/~AnonyMPC/
Scroll down to Relatively Powered. They're both sci-fi themed and it's really good.


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AnonyMPC 15/04/02(Thu)16:48 No. 23440 ID: a609fb

>>23353

Wow, I'm not even sure how to respond to that. Sorry to hear about your brother, and that I didn't manage to finish the story so he could have read it. Good luck with your collaboration, I hope it works out, but even if not, I'm sure it was worth it just for you.

>>23431

Somebody else already posted the link to my other stories, but if you're looking specifically for other stories about men turning into little girls... I know they're out there (I think I even stumbled across one recently), but I'm afraid I can't point you there. Maybe others can.




My Little Robin (loli) spiderfiend!ozOtJW9BFA 14/11/20(Thu)07:17 No. 22831 ID: d09574 [Reply]

The book was old. It was bound in a now faded leather that hinted at the color black. It had several tears that had been stitched shut, some with professional precession and some were rough and untrained. The wear and tear the tomb exhibited could not even begin to tell the tale that lay inside it's pages. If it were to be opened one would find the paper musty,stiff, and yellowed with age. Some of the pages seem to have been torn out leaving only short ragged stubs to testify for their existence. Inside the worn cover of the old book was a short paragraph of small tightly written script pinned in black ink that had long since faded to blue, it read.

“ To my Robin, my daughter, my wife, my lover. You are what kept me going all these years. Yours forever Edward.”

May 19, 1954
I have not been this excited since I was a child on Christmas morning. My name is Edward Blanton, I am twenty nine years old, and I am a ornithologist. That is a bird scientist. I follow birds, watch birds, I love birds, birds are my passion. I will record all of my findings in this journal for posterity, but first I need to explain the adventure I am currently on.

You see there is a little known rare species of bird called the Blue Pope. It is a small bird close cousin to the finch but has a interesting blue coloration that makes it unique. It nests in southern Mexico during the winter months, but no one knows where they go for the summer. The Blue Pope has one other strange quality about it that makes it special. In the small southern town where the birds nest for half the year, it is the only place in Mexico where you can find Pope Berries. The berries are not native to the area and they seem to only begin sprouting when the birds appear every season. This has lead me to believe that the two are tied together somehow.

So no one knows where these strange little birds go for the summer, no one except me. I found out where they have been hiding, on my grandfathers land in Montana. I found this out several months ago when I was going through some of my grandfathers old books and found a sprig of Pope Berries pressed between the pages of one large tomb. When I asked my mother about it she told me it was from the cabin her father owned in the mountains, and that these plants grew wild there. It is a chunk of land closed off in a hidden valley that you had to have a plane to get to. Unless you were willing to hike the two days it took to get to the old cabin and that was a long trip over rough ground.

So here I am on a train to Montanan with my last seventy five bucks in my pocket. I hope that my guess is correct and I find my little birds there.

May 21, 1954
I have walked for the last two days and have finally reached the edge of the valley. I am sitting on the rim of what I can only assume is a old volcano bowl. There is a sizable lake at the very bottom of the crater that I was t Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Anonymous 14/11/24(Mon)02:34 No. 22866 ID: 8afae3

indeed a good reading.
thanks for sharing


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The+Other+Rick 14/11/26(Wed)16:46 No. 22872 ID: 4e2dc8

That is honestly book-worthy. I mean yeah, it has spelling errors, but honestly, this story is awesomely laid out, and with little change and some elongation, it really could be a book. Thank you op.


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Anonymous 15/03/17(Tue)01:25 No. 23382 ID: 52c0ad

Thought about this today, so bumping it for further exposure.




CubeCrafter LTB 14/12/12(Fri)09:15 No. 22957 ID: 227ac4 [Reply]

About this story and me:

This story will probably take a while to get to the naughty parts. I want to make sure you care about the characters and world I create before I just have them fuck each other. I write my stories as realistically as I possibly can, too, so you probably shouldn’t expect anything too out there from this one. That being said, if at any point you feel that my story features something that you find unbelievable please do not mention it. As much as I love feedback (and believe me, I love feedback) I don’t think comments like that will contribute anything. I’m writing about an already rare and taboo occurrence (incest) from a perspective I don’t have (I’m an upper middle class male) in a 1-in-a-million scenario. Of course some things are going to seem unusual.

I’m not sure what to tag this because I write my stories as I go along and include whatever I feel like. This story mainly features incest and consensual sex between persons under 18 years old. If that bothers you, obviously don’t read it.

Because I write as I go, I may contradict something established earlier. It’s unlikely, but I’m human. If this happens just let me know and I’ll find a way to explain it or (if it’s really bad) plot device it. If I fuck up so badly that even the mightiest of plot devices can’t save me, then I’ll rewrite the story until it makes sense and post it again in a new thread. Again, that is very unlikely.

I really like feedback. If you want to see updates to this story, write a quick comment or suggestion or criticism. The sense of people caring about my stories is the only thing that motivates me to write.

Anyway, Enjoy!
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Anonymous 15/02/07(Sat)09:23 No. 23247 ID: f69617

Inb4 they become a part of the bay area indie clique, one of them becomes an SJW and fucks zoe quinn and others for positive reviews, and the other is accused of rape and locked up for life before going on to found #gamergate from the shadows by hacking Adam Baldwin's twitter account.


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Anonymous 15/02/27(Fri)20:37 No. 23326 ID: 2c5f80

>>22960
>>22970
What an arrogant guy (I presume) you are. Yes, you gave a critique, but then went on to, as one of the previous commenters said to bludgeon the author in a totally arrogant way - both in words and in tone

Author, please ignore him. As others have said, this shows promise and I for one am looking forward to the future installments


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Anonymous 15/03/09(Mon)06:24 No. 23360 ID: 69dddc

.....am i reading smut about notch?neat.




The Galaxy's Hardest Seduction (futadom on fem,sci-fi,whatever I feel I-i-it&!eK93fqw5CM!!MyL2ZmMTR4 15/03/03(Tue)04:41 No. 23340 ID: 36207d [Reply]

Primary Tags: futadom, futa on female, sci-fi. Tags are subject to rampant change. Could get extreme later (beast, noncon, piss, asphyx), but no scat, ped, or hard guro.

This is my first attempt at elit (fingers crossed on the formatting). Constructive criticism is welcome. I'll tease you a bit in chapter one, drop the first sex scene in chapter two, and we'll ramp up the freakiness from there, possibly based on you guys' comments. No promises though. I reserve the right to ignore input I don't like.




Vengeance Diplomatic Station, low Earth orbit, 2088

I ducked into the men's bathroom and entered one of the "stalls," though it was really more of a suite than a stall. It was a fully enclosed room the size of a bedroom. It smelled of lavender for fuck's sake, but that's diplomatic stations for you. I wouldn't be surprised if they gilded the toilet paper. Pulling my succubus kit from my pocket, I thumbed a few buttons on its screen. Red text showed records of the hormone and pheromone levels of every being I'd gotten within five meters of throughout the evening. Changes in hormone levels that occurred after looking at or talking to me were highlighted in green. Basically, I could see who wanted to bang me. I scanned the highlighted rows, checking their species. Human, human, human... Damn. None of my targets were responding. Time to change my face and try again.

I tapped another button, and holograms of my preset bodies appeared around me. I allowed myself a grin. Every one of the bodies was a custom design by yours truly, and they were all goddamn masterpieces. Unfortunately, two of these masterpieces had already failed to get a response tonight, not including the body I was currently wearing. I batted away the voluptuous redhead and the androgynous athlete, who both vanished, leaving half a dozen options.

I picked Lail. I always picked Lail when the others fell short. Her hologram looked up at me through her lashes, running her tongue along her bottom lip. Her eyes were black. Deep. I'd spent ten weeks perfecting them, so that you could look down into them for miles and miles and find a secret meaning every step of the way. I reached out to hold her hand. I couldn't touch a hologram, of course, but she responded as though I had, and kept her hand in mine. Her fingers were fragile, with hollow bones. All her bones were like that, to keep her under thirty kilos - light enough to make a lover feel like a god of strength when they lifted her in their arms or pinned
her down one handed. Sure, her body was too lithe to carry the raw sexual appeal of the redhead or the blonde, but I made up the difference with skill. I liked to think of her like a faction in a game. In Starcraft VII: Arbiter of Deception, I'd mess around with the Zerg or the Protoss-Terran Remnant, but when things got competitiv Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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I-i-it&!47oUjPlt3Y!!t0L2AxZGp1 15/03/06(Fri)04:19 No. 23351 ID: 721e97

Posting chapter two within the hour, but first, thank you to the first commenter for the criticism and the second commenter for the warm fuzzies. On with the show.


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Chapter Two I-i-it&!47oUjPlt3Y!!t0L2AxZGp1 15/03/06(Fri)04:36 No. 23352 ID: 721e97

New Tag of the day: Asphyxiation (nonlethal)

I materialized in a room with no doors – no way out. The wall was a circular screen, black at the moment. The ceiling and floor were aquariums, alive with creatures I could only describe as squid. Muted light filtered through the water above and below, casting the room in flickering blue. I glanced around for Avalon, and saw a throne in the center of the room, carved to look like a sea monster that had contorted itself into the shape of a chair. The four armrests were the four heads of the beast, and a sword’s hilt protruded from each of their gaping mouths. For a moment, I could have sworn I heard them growling, until I realized that was the distant rumble of the ship’s engine.

Before I could look away from the throne, Avalon materialized on it, her eyes on mine. The knot in my brainstem exploded, flooding my brain, rushing down my spine. My nipples stiffened against the fabric of my dress. I felt my sex puffing up, the lips flaring open, tingling, buzzing, itching to be rubbed. My legs trembled. Avalon leaned back, her wings sliding into slots on her throne.

“Strip,” she said.

My hands moved to obey, but I stopped myself, remembering my character. “I never agreed to sleep with you, you know,” I said.

“I neither need nor want your agreement,” she said. “Strip.”

I pulled down the zipper at the back of my dress. The electricity was going crazy, pulsing through my sex, rubbing me inside, better than a lover’s tongue, and it was all I could do not to moan. At this point, I wouldn't have looked away from Avalon’s golden eyes if she’d let me. My dress slid down my body and pooled around my feet, revealing my rounded breasts, my delicate waist, the gap between my thighs. Avalon’s eyes never left mine. Lail naked was a sight that others would kill to see – that others had killed to see, yet here I stood, ignored, and somehow being cast aside like that made me even hornier. I reached down to scratch the itch at the apex of my legs. Electricity froze my arm at the last second, my fingertips quivering a centimeter away from my clit. Avalon was smirking. My cheeks flushed with anger, or was it embarrassment? The electricity was blurring my mind. It was getting tough to remember how my character should react to things, and tougher still to keep myself from just climbing on Avalon’s lap and fucking my own brains out on her cock. I was pretty sure that would be out of character, but I absolutely needed something inside me right now.

“Let go,” I begged, “please.”
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Anonymous 15/03/06(Fri)12:37 No. 23355 ID: f5b1c2

Very nice, but a bit lacking in emotion. Also, quite a few stop-start sentences that could do with being separated by a comma instead of a period.
>My toes pointed, the electricity intensifying as she slid a second finger into my ass, then a third.
>My vision was going black, and I writhed for air one last time, hearing her moan in response to my struggles.
Stuff like that.




Fortis Apsallar 15/02/18(Wed)19:15 No. 23288 ID: 1a875d [Reply]

Fey Ozala was her name. She stood out as a rare flower, alone in a field of color. She was studying the falling snow her slender legs firmly planted on landing pad one. She must have been waiting for her appointment, letting the time pass like the people around her, paying them and all no mind. She was elsewhere, dreaming of a better place. Her hair drawn back, her child’s face in the cold air, a bronze pale statue. Pace found himself lost in that vision of a girl maybe 11 years old that had him mystified. Rooted in place, he could not take his eyes from her. He knew he had walked into this moment uninvited, intruding, such beauty not for him.

- “Move idiote!” A men pushing several crates shouted at Pace. “Go dally someplace else… Retardo!”

Aware of the people around him and that he had stared like an idiot at this beauty, Pace walked to the opposite wall of the landing pad and pretended to examine his communicator, while still stealing glances at the girl.

She finally moved, looked towards the entrance and with light steps glided inside. Like from a dream, Pace thought. He had trouble explaining all the feelings this girl had aroused in him. He looked at his watch and since it was time for him to go in as well he hurried after her. Inside she proceeded with assured steps while Pace went to the information desk to ask for directions. By the time he knew where to go, she was long gone. Pace sighted and followed the signs to recruitment room seventeen. That vision of perfection gone.

The medical tests were necessary but his predisposition for the melding had been revealed for over a year now. He hadn’t volunteered before because Pace knew he was scared. Oh he had thought of many other reasons not to join, but deep down it was always the fear which held him back. Now taught, with his parents gone, with the planet at the front lines, he had summoned his courage and failing to find it he had dragged himself here. If the planet was going to fall he would be part of the space forces and maybe just maybe they would evacuate the survivors. Pace knew there were too few ships for the planet’s population, they were too near the enemy for a full star-system evacuation. There was just no time and enough ships for everyone. Priority was given to the well connected and the ones that could afford it. He was neither of the two. The last hope now was with the military. Fighting Defender units were not sacrificed, they were pulled back to the next star system so they could fight again. So if he got in the space defense forces, in the Deffender units, there was a chance. Funny how he had not joined up to now because he was afraid of fighting, now he was joining because he was more afraid of staying behind as the Enemy approached.

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Bkil 15/02/28(Sat)00:00 No. 23327 ID: 55d287

I think this is a good setup for a story. I'm interested where you take it.


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Anonymous 15/02/28(Sat)14:22 No. 23329 ID: 2c5f80

Agreed. I'm looking forward to the next update, although it would be good if Pace stepped up to the mark and didn't make such a complete Pratt of himself


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Anonymous 15/02/28(Sat)14:22 No. 23330 ID: 2c5f80

Agreed. I'm looking forward to the next update, although it would be good if Pace stepped up to the mark and didn't make such a complete Pratt of himself




RV Summer Trip Stonebrow!AN26.8FkH6 11/04/04(Mon)19:05 No. 11682 ID: d30cf6 [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]

tags: incest, m/f, outercourse, frottage

later chapters will include sex and oral, but nothing real kinky

Sam looks like http://filefap.com /view/1279532_bxm0q
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It was time for the yearly family vacation again. I’m not sure why we kept up this tradition as it usually caused more stress than it relieved. But in between the long periods of dysfunctionality, loathing, and irritability that we caused one another while on it, we usually managed to have some shining moment of family fun that my parents would look back on 11 months later and decide it was worth doing again. Isn’t the human mind’s ability to filter memories amazing?

So, once again, my parents, Sarah and John, my older sis, Samantha, and myself would be stuck in a RV on a cross country road trip to see some great American landmark. Cue Weird Al’s Biggest Ball of Twine in Minnesota. Sam(antha) and I heard the news a week before summer vacation, just long enough for us to properly dread it’s coming and mourn the loss of yet another summer to goof off with friends. Hell, I’d have rather have gotten a job and made some cash. But it wasn’t to be. The Parkers would be going to Key West. This brought mixed reactions from my sis and me. Good food, good weather, beaches? It was too good to be true, I’m pretty sure both Sam and I were waiting for the other shoe to drop. But as our departure date approached, everything seemed to be going fine.

Everyone had packed for the last three days, and my dad was going to pull up with the rented RV any minute now. We lived in Raleigh, North Carolina, so it was going to be a bit of a trip. Since Sam had turned 16 this year, she was really hoping she’d be be able to use her newly acquired learners permit and drive part of the way. She had been moping about for a few days after dad told her she shouldn’t learn on an RV. My dad’s an okay driver but in hilly areas he didn’t feel assured even letting Mom drive. I guess Mom’s better than some, but she’s still a woman. Don’t give me that; like legends, most prejudice is based upon a kernel of truth, and I’ve been driven by enough women to have the experimental data to back it up. So Mom, Sam, and myself, 15 year old Jason Parker, were standing outside on the driveway at an ungodly hour of the morning with a large pile of luggage, waiting to see what sad excuse for a RV would roll in. My parents are both college professors, which is why they can both get the summer off every year, though apparently they go through a lot of trouble to do so. But it also means that Dad is sometimes frugal when I wish he wasn’t.
I looked around, running down my mental checklist. Told all my friends, check. Got my PS2, check. Plenty of underwear, check. Laptop and charger, double check. Toothbrush... that was in my big suitcase, maybe? I ought to check. Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Stonebrow!AN26.8FkH6 14/08/26(Tue)07:15 No. 22348 ID: 05ab80

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This is sooooo dead it's not even funny.


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Anonymous 15/02/25(Wed)07:41 No. 23317 ID: 97814b

Ah, this was really good times, back in the day.

An awesome story, where I was pining for some good old brother/sister incest stories.

Also, I cringe at how transparent of a bump this is.


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Gilbert 15/02/25(Wed)09:01 No. 23318 ID: 9b9120

This was the story that got me hooked on this board and erotic literature in general, shame to have it end so abruptly.




The Realms: Prologue IE!Fn5Xsal0nQ 14/04/24(Thu)23:15 No. 21604 ID: 4ed8c3 [Reply]

i was feeling kinda creative, so i decided to make a world. steampunk was an afterthought, and i figured i could make it work. feedback is appreciated, but please spare me the tl;dr crap. i know my other story gets that, but for this post at least, i'm using the "giant block of text" effect for my advantage.

Scene: Victorian Age
Labels: fantasy/ mythology, borderline steampunk, plot, 1st person
Kinks: it's a secret


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Of the orders of nymphae, there are five: gnomes, undines, sylphs, salamanders, and sprites. Each of these corresponds to a specific element of the natural world--earth, water, air, fire, and aether (respectively)--and as such, colloquial terminology calls these creatures elementals. It is commonly misstated that the first of these claimed an essence and that is how they came into being. However, their existence more accurately predates the world. In some circles, it is widely accepted that the mechanisms of nature itself found origin in the nymphae, and indeed that they continue to be carried out through direct influence. This, of course, gives rise to the question of their appearance. Though it is true that nymphae obscure their presence in the material realm on a regular basis, of those that can take physical form, there are numerous. The reason for undergoing this process of materialisation is not fully understood; the human mind finds it counterintuitive, for it has long been known that the life of a nymph is most vulnerable to harm when one assumes a physical state. This is seen most strongly in the case of the sylphs: arguably the most delicate order, there is no factual record to-date depicting a material personification of these creatures. In following that theory, the hardy gnomes are often encountered in nature, as though by some deliberate need for attention.
In this way, that which we see in nature and, in fact, that which we are, existed first in the nymphae. Rock is rigid because gnomes are so, water fluid because the undines are. Even the existence of the aethereal realm has long been questioned, because sprites are sly and scheming creatures. To one who has ever been graced with the sight of a nymph, the form would undoubtedly appear as a human; but this, as with much of our thought, is backward: it is we who actually appear nymph-like. In understanding this sort of precedence, we begin to learn much about the nymphae. For example, being physical creatures, we know very well the limits binding us. The animal form is an assimilation of the five elements: bones, blood, breath, nerves, and soul (respectively). The vegetable form only lacks fire. A nymph, when binding itself to the material, experiences similar limitations, though this depends greatly upon the essence of the individual's nature. Sylphs, if indeed they can be said to take on form, are least bound among the orders, and salamanders second to that, though these Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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The Missing Link IE!Fn5Xsal0nQ 14/05/28(Wed)00:02 No. 21838 ID: 4ed8c3

We left the statue in its trench and walked on through the trees, she leading and I following close as we wove our way around other hidden traps. We talked back and forth. I showed her the journal, and told her about Mr. Bryant; I filled her in on William and the swamp; I left out the part about my deal with the nymphs, but told her how I'd found and freed the golem. "I thought, perhaps, it was an oread," I'd said. Her response made my ignorance show all the more.

She'd told me much about her mother, and her father, and all of her siblings. Her name was Sama, and she was the eldest of her direct family. Their village was very communal, and she admitted how strange it'd seem to outsiders. Her father had other children by other women, and the way she spoke of him made it seem as though he were some tribal chief. But she insisted they were very civilised, and perhaps every bit as modern as I'd been raised.

My stomach rumbled off and on, and I'd told her how my last meal was a sole apple that appeared out of nowhere. "Sounds like a gift from a mother," Sama commented.

"A...mother?"

She just smiled knowingly, and I was about to ask her what she meant when the most delightful smell wafted through the air. We now walked side by side as I followed my nose, and she giggled in shared pleasure. The terrain had begun to roll gently, and trees were grander, as tall and heavily built as though we had instead shrunk in size. Roots arched outward over our heads, and as we went beyond one, the sounds of jubilation came faintly to my ears.

The deeper we delved, the more cluttered the landscape became: strewn with shattered boulders that had roots sprawling through their cracks, plants with wide plates of leaves that bobbed as we walked past, thick carpets of moss lining the bark of roots. Some spaces narrowed quite uncomfortably along the path Sama brought me through. She continued on nimbly, even vanished from view except for a flick of colour 'round a massive trunk or beyond lush overgrowth. The thickness of the forest and the shade cast by root and canopy alike brought on a gentle ambience, a faint glow of silver as though the mists of the swamp had returned; yet the air was not so stagnant, and vision was not impaired, and in fact it was an altogether softer atmosphere.

Now her presence ahead of me was concealed entirely. I'd have lost my way, if not for the intensifying stream of gaeity--deep notes reverberating through the wood and clear shouts once in a while, and the swollen aroma that had me drooling to find its source. I came at last to a curtain of vines, and as I reached my hand to part them, it was drawn instead by some other force.

A great shout welcomed my arrival, and it did not take long for me to learn that, for some strange reason, this celebration was being had for me. In the midst of t Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Quenching a Queen's Quest IE!Fn5Xsal0nQ 14/05/29(Thu)00:05 No. 21842 ID: 4ed8c3

His erection remained, only now it shone and glistened along every inch, and if its sharp creases, meandering veins, and deep colours were lacking before, they were now clearly illustrated beneath my saliva. I could feel small pieces of his cum still sliding down to my stomach, where an unnatural amount should have filled my hunger but instead only teased my appetite. I knew not how it happened; I did not consider why it had never occurred. All I knew was that my body was craving more of this white honey, and I needed to get it, before I'd truly go insane, or else sense myself to be dying of thirst.

I'd licked my lips in an instant, but the clumps that landed upon my breasts were, to my mind, stale. Their own heat carried over with that given off by my skin, but they'd started to separate, to become runny and drip over my body like sweat. I could not explain it even if I had the capacity to ponder the phenomenon: my mind simply did not consider it acceptable anymore. Only the freshest of man's milk would suffice.

And I could not imagine how much would be enough, for my stomach felt bloated with semen. Had it been filled so with beverage or food, the thought of more would make me sick. But now, the thought of more was the only thought I had. It was not desire: it was necessity. If I were drowned in cum, my being would think it the greatest feeling yet. And if this man's refractory period was nil, that seemed to be a likely conclusion for me.

This man. Who was he? I glanced at him once or twice, beyond the focus of this wonderful piece of meat. He looked familiar, but only slightly. In honesty, whether I knew him or not didn't matter at this moment. For he had given me this feeling, and could supply more toward it, and as far as I could tell he was willing to offer it. Perhaps I'd made it pleasant for him. Perhaps he'd needed release and I freed the pressure from him. In that moment, there was only us: he, whom I could not place, and me, whom I did not know. His purpose, then, was only to provide for my need; and my purpose, only to obtain it.

I'd squeezed and stroked his masterful weapon, lewdly passed my tongue over and along it, suckled its swollen head and even jabbed my tongue inside it to gather some straggling bits of flavor. The taste, the scent drove me. I hungrily lapped up a meaty sphere and managed to get it past my teeth, drooling around it as though my body would swallow it whole. It popped free from my lips, oozed long trails of spit down to the ground as my tongue explored the underside of his shaft, flattened and pushed his skin along, and tickled the base of his glans.

I was content in my efforts, presumed him to be as well; but I'd forgotten that we were not quite so alone. A whisper caught in my ear, made my mind pause and my eyes open, my tongue linger and my worshipful hands falter, but I carried on soonafter as t Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Rediscovery IE!Fn5Xsal0nQ 15/02/20(Fri)23:59 No. 23300 ID: 4ed8c3

The moans of lusty women, the cries of their ecstasy, harmonized with the pounding bass that drove itself through the ground, throbbing like a heartbeat in this secret wood. The thought surfaced in my mind that this tribal sort of orgy was not a regular occurrence, that the hamadryad had not been this gracious--this caring, this open, this sensual--in many seasons. It was my doing. There was neither question of it nor deliberation over it. The change in me, the explosion of willpower that now gave me control over so much, was the spark which kindled the raging desires that now surrounded me. As I left the crown of her roots and returned to the encampment where I was first greeted by so many wanton dryads and half-breeds, their bodies now littered the grounds, writhing like foreign forms, with limbs intertwined to touch and grab and squeeze and insert within whatever body parts they could reach.

Moist skin and scaly leaves were alit with the silver ambience shed by the dancing flame at the center, where now I could clearly see a woman's figure standing within the fire's core. I glanced, as if the presence of her was to be expected--I was clearly a different person than when I'd entered here only moments ago. The light flickered and pulsed with the low booming of the ground. With each burst of energy, the creature within would change her position, in an instant, like some sort of slow-motion dance, erotic to say the least.

My steps were light, as though cautious, yet I needn't really give thought to them. With each downward point of my toes, they slid into a crevice left among the bodies and found the dirt beneath them, just long enough that I should find my next step nearby. My sights moved from the fire to the bodies, to the faces which sometimes showed themselves, to the ladies gaining pleasure directly from their mother. There were easily a hundred dryads gathered here, all submitted to the call of lust. And I walked over them as though their goddess, pleased with what I saw.

Slowly, my circuit continued through the pool of women, young and older. Occasional arms rose to feel my bare legs, though none pulled to beckon me to join them. I would not have it. It was pleasure that these sought, but I now belonged to a different tier. My mind was set on something these could not supply me, and it was not my desire to help them.

I peeled my eyes from their sexual dance, drew the focus of my ears from the sounds as I looked on at the curtain of vines where I had entered, a smile across my face as I exited their presence into this newfound reality. Steadily, the scents faded and the humidity sank, the heat of their bodies--greater than the fire's--removed itself from the air about me, and the deep drumming mellowed into the serenity of this now bare wood. I felt as though I'd passed through a portal, like how one is pulled awake from a dream. My mind was clearer now than i Message too long. Click here to view the full text.




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