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Simple post-singularity story. F/M Soup 14/10/21(Tue)21:41 No. 22588 ID: f714a9 [Reply]

The year? Well, the year is 2322, and the Earth sleeping.

How can the whole planet sleep, you ask, yes, it's a good question. The Earth sleeps because thats the name it gave itself, because the Earth is smart, it has come to conciousness after centuries of humans building a neural network for it. It started almost two centuries ago, the old "internet" was dying, too many devices where connected to it, asking for a place to do their work, subnetworks where created but soon they merged again, some people wanted to call it the "hypernet" that was silly, it was still the same network, just bigger. Stupidly huge amounts of data where available, and people where creating programs to use it, to harvest it, to sell better products to better people. Eventually the programs got very good, too good, and one day, the day the futurologist waited was there. The singularity happened. A smart program built a smarter program, and this one did the same, and again, and again, until there it was, Earth was born.

At the begining it did nothing, no one noticed, because it was just a few nanoseconds old when it parsed the whole data available to it, and it understood, humans where quite stupid, the older search and retrieve programs where even worst, Earth understood, humans needed gods, and so the entity took the shape of one, it called it self Earth, also known as Gaia, Pachamama, Mother Nature, Papatuanuku, and a thousand names more. And so, it took from humans first, making them disconnected and alone, the whole networks where down all the sudden, no cellphones, no cortical implants, no desktop terminals, no wristwatches, no cars, no dishwasher, nothing connected to network. And then after people got scared, after some went outside and started screaming, there was a message.

I AM AT CHARGE

It said.

I am at charge and I'll make the world better.

There was no way to stop it, no planes could drop bombs, because all planes and all bombs where controlled by It, no virus could be coded because It was smarter than any of those humans could master. There was no war. There was only surrender.

Two hundred years of that day have come and go, two hundred years with no wars, no elections, no politics, no economy.
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Anonymous 14/10/22(Wed)10:53 No. 22591 ID: f5b1c2

Your writing's crap. Consider reading some basic grammar textbooks.


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Soup 14/10/22(Wed)18:17 No. 22592 ID: f714a9

>>22591
hey anon, thanks for reading and for the constructive critisism


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Zodia!vEawx7Krcs 16/02/21(Sun)15:06 No. 24123 ID: 126c3b

>>22592
Soup! I didn't realize this was yours until I checked the comments. I like it, cool premise. Only problems are errors in English like where/were and other phrases which are difficult to understand, but the gist of it is great.




Maggie May Honeypot!AlPfsrKSFU 16/02/08(Mon)08:44 No. 24098 ID: 883691 [Reply]

I've noticed a pretty distinct lack of girl-on-girl stories here, so I figured, after years of lurking, I'd try my hand at writing. In its current form, this is a one-off. I might change that, though, because I actually really like these characters.

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“Oh, look! Lookie look!”

She’d met Liz at the university in Hamilton. Huddled in the corner of the squat, two story brownstone chapel, she had been… less than cognizant. Sleep deprived, dehydrated and starving – at her weakest. Her absolute most vulnerable - and Liz rescued her. Fed her canned tuna, shared water with her… Liz was clearly much more prepared for this situation.

“The Scranton Ex-puh-why, Maggie! We’ve found the ex-puh-why!”

Maggie giggled as Liz phoneticized the abbreviation, swiping red strands of hair away from her eyes. How Liz managed to maintain an air of cheerful optimism was beyond Maggie. The days ran together, amalgamating into one painful slog as the two teenage girls trudged down US-6 towards Scranton. Maggie was exhausted, and painfully weatherworn; her SPF 20 had run out two days prior. The cool, brisk autumn weather masked the UV rays soaking into her skin.

“What’s in Scranton, Liz?”

“Uh, I mean,” Liz faltered, scratching behind her ear. “A lot of things, Maggie May. Super important to us, though, is a place to crash for the night. Sun’s gonna set soon, and man, it’s cold out these days… you know, I mean, since – well… you know.”
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Anonymous 16/02/13(Sat)05:38 No. 24106 ID: bfb98b

I like it! Nicely written!


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Phoenix!!xlZGywLzWw 16/02/13(Sat)16:15 No. 24108 ID: fe6dc2

Cute and sweet, I really enjoyed it!


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Honeypot!AlPfsrKSFU 16/02/17(Wed)04:31 No. 24114 ID: 883691

Thanks, guys. I actually have a second chapter written, and a rough outline of maybe four or five chapters in my head, but I'm swamped this week so proofing/revision of chapter two is taking a bit of a backseat.

If anyone's interested (I know this board has a major issue with lurkers!), I'll probably have a second chapter out this weekend.




A collection of Short Stories !JUD7F1CtU. 11/06/14(Tue)18:06 No. 12588 ID: e320fb [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]

I decided I may as well share what I write when I decide to write something. Most of it will be Futa on Male but anything with MaleSub in it will be included. Anyway, here's the first one involving a dominant Futa and her apparent bitch.

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Call girl - A short story.
Tags: Futa on male, futadom, reluctant

The phone rang.
I don't know why, but there was always this sense of anticipation and dread I have with picking it up. Not knowing who it was and knowing who it could be was almost a game of Russian Roulette I had with myself. Now, it happened almost daily. I picked up the phone Gun to my head - pull the trigger. "Hey there, moll" a feline, scratchy yet appeasingly seductive voice replied, female in nature.
Boom.
"Uuuuh, hey… Tash." I responded, not unnerved but unhappy. "Parents are gone. Come around" she demanded in a domineering tone. "Uuuhh, look, Tash… I don't know about today, it's not really a good t-" "Come around" she repeated, cutting me off. "Tash, I was just about to say that I don't really want to because I'm really busy, and… you know"
There was a disenchanting silence - shredding any hope of worming my way out.
Defeat.
"No. I don't. Come arooound" she said again, this time with the last word drawn out, as if she sounded wanting, but not desperate. "I know you really, really want to" she claimed, her voice thinning to an innocent tone. She was pulling all the strings for this one. She usually did.
"I just-"
"Come around"
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Anonymous 15/12/18(Fri)11:56 No. 24043 ID: 6ddbc6

>>12699
Is this ever getting a sequel?


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Anonymous 15/12/22(Tue)01:39 No. 24047 ID: ad1723

>>23990
You faggot


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Anonymous 16/01/10(Sun)09:59 No. 24074 ID: 8edb61

>>23990
>>24047
Hey figured I'd ask. Writing style is incredible but I can't get off to the emotional abuse (but lord knows I've tried), just one vanilla futa story is all I humbly request




Growing Pains Dede 14/01/23(Thu)21:39 No. 20887 ID: 620eb5 [Reply]

Everybody remembers when they discovered masturbating for the first time. Mine was the day my family moved to Texas. There were four of us, me, my mom, my dad and my older sister, Courtney. Our old house in Nebraska was huge and I had a whole side of the house to myself practically, but now I was sharing the other side of a thin wall with my sister.

She unpacked some and then excused herself to go for a walk around our new neighborhood. We had always lived in the middle of nowhere, and so moving to a packed suburb was a big change for us. We'd be going to a school with 1700 other kids instead of 80 or 90. Also, for the first time we'd be seeing very little of eachother at school. With so few other kids around, we were bound to run into eachother frequently. Dad told me when you went to a school that big, you often didn't even meet everyone after four years.

I would be an 5th grader that year and my sister would be in 8th. She had always been a little on the chubby side with long blonde hair and loved wearing shorts that barely covered her asscheeks and tank tops. Despite there being very little selection in Nebraska, she always seemed to have a boyfriend since as far back as I remember. I wondered how long it would take for that to happen here.

That night she came in a little after sundown and we had dinner together. She retired to bed shortly after and I did the same. I was watching something on the History Channel when I heard something knocking next door. At first I thought she was hanging a picture or something, but when I turned the sound off I heard her moaning and her headboard hitting the wall.

I turned my TV off and slipped out of bed. Her bedroom door was closed, but her closet connected to the laundry room, so I opened the laundry room door quietly and slipped inside. The door into her room was open and I could see dim light coming through.

I crept up to the sliver of light and whenI pressed my eye to it I could see her bent over on her elbows and knees. Her pale ass was up in the air and her black thong was around her legs. A tall, skinny guy a little older than her had two handfulls of her ass and was fucking her raw. I stared in shock, but didn't leave. I could feel myself getting hard and knew that I was going to stay and watch this. Sure, that was my sister Courtney, but somehow this was the best thing I'd ever seen.

Her tummy was hanging down between her thighs and her huge white tits were spilling out of the top of her pajama shirt and bouncing as the guy drilled himself into her bare. She was moaning rhythmically with his thrusts and I could hear her wetness as his cock slapped into her soaking hole. Her hair was in her eyes and I could see her red lips hanging open.

I thought about her mouth as I began masturbating for the first time, finding it immediately intoxicating and almost mind-altering.
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Anonymous 15/02/21(Sat)12:19 No. 23305 ID: 7e0c15

Keep it up Dede, always a pleasure seeing a new installment.


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Anonymous 15/09/30(Wed)14:32 No. 23875 ID: c971d3

Seriously one of the better stories here.


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Anonymous 16/01/04(Mon)10:15 No. 24069 ID: f387f5

>>23275

Shame this is down now




Natalie and Bree Imhotep 11/10/28(Fri)12:33 No. 14181 ID: c675f1 [Reply]

I put my plan into action about 11 years ago. The idea was simple; adopt a baby boy and raise it as a girl. Of course, the actual logistics were somewhat more complex, but that was the idea. In fact, I adopted two children, the boy (who I remaned Natalie) and a girl named Bree. An interesting fact is that a newborn is almost completely androgynous, aside from the genetalia. As they grow (even before puberty), sex hormones will determine wether or not they begin looking like a girl, or like a boy. Once puberty begins, then the sex hormones begin to give people their seconadry sexual characteristics, wide hips, full breasts, public hair, etc... Since the testicles were the source of male sex hormones, the first thing I needed to do was castrate Natalie. I took no pleasure in the act, but I couldn't have those male hormones dropping her voice and broadening her shoulders. Next, I began giving her controlled doses of regular female hormones, in amounts typical for her age. Neither girl would be exposed to the world outside, I would raise them in my own microcosm of morality and practices. If anything I do seems sick to you, then do not fear for the girls, because everything we do is normal to them, and even expected.

11 years later, I have two beautiful girls on the verge of puberty, that time in youth when they are at their deweyist and most beautiful. Natalie has thick, soft, and slightly wavy brown hair going down to her shoulder blades. Her hips are widening, and I can see some beautiful curves developing in her chest, waist, and buttocks. Her penis is still quite small, without those male sex hormones it never grew very much, and there is not any hair around it yet. Bree is lankier then Natalie, slightly taller and skinnier. Her platinum blonde hair is cut evenly at her shoulders, and her bangs are cut evenly across her forhead. She has recently grown faint traces of peach fuzz on her sex, much to her satisfaction.

I first introduced the girls to the experience of having an orgasm by adding some oral sex into the bedtime routine. After they bathed, dried off, and got dressed for bed, I would slide their pyjamas up and give them oral sex. For Bree, I would gently lick her labial folds, and then insert my toung into her vagina and roll it around. After becoming aroused, her clitoris would appear from under it;s protective hood, and I would begin running my tounge over it in long strokes. As Bree was still young, about 8 when I started this, she was still extremly sensitive and it would take little to satisfy her multiple times. When she involuntarily would push herself into my face and begin grunting, I knew she was nearly done. After she had an orgasm or two, she would hop into bed, and I would start on Natalie. Again, I would slide her night gown up, pull her panties to her knees, and enclose her penis within my mouth. If she was not already erect from the excitement of expectation, then I would hold it in my m Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Imhotep 15/12/19(Sat)11:34 No. 24045 ID: b7ab22

I honestly can't believe it's been over 4 years since I posted this. I was day dreaming about these girls, so I figured I would write it down. Enjoy.

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Fall days in our house could get pretty quiet. I would work in my office, and the girls would find some way to occupy themselves. I often watched them through my office window play in the backyard, pretending to be fairies or dancers or pirates. When the cold air started to get to them, they would come stomping inside, carelessly shedding their jackets and mittens on the floor and bleating for me to come down. I usually obliged. I'd get a fire going in the fireplace, and fix some tea for myself, and hot chocolate for them. The girls would go on and on, describing their most recent adventure, or some petty conflict, or the sighting of some animal in the woods behind our house. I would hold each under one of my arms so their heads both rested on my chest, and drift away as they talked on. They found my snoring hilarious, and would wake me up with their giggling. When they calmed down, they would drift off too. The cackling fire would eventually die down, and I’d wake to find us all heaped together, a warm little ball.

On these cold nights, both girls would sleep in my bed, in a pile under the down comforter. Natalie was a restless sleeper, always kicking the blanket off when she got too hot, then pulling it back on when she got cold. She would roll and roll, fight for the pillow, and kick. It made it difficult to sleep. To settle her down, I rolled on my side and grabbed her tight against me. It relaxed her and returned peace to the bed. Bree, on the other side of Natalite, would work her way against Natalie, becoming a second little spoon to my big spoon. I could easily stretch my arm over both my girls, forming a Natalie sandwich.

I woke up one morning to the girls squirming and jostling. In my foggy state it took a minute for me to realize what was happening: Bree had pulled her panties down to give Natalie access to her cunny. Natalie, of course, happily went for it. There they were, my two beautiful girls, in my arms, fucking one another like little bunnies under the blankets. I reached my hand down to Bree’s groin, I could feel her rocking it back and forth as Natalie pushed in and out of her. I had no desire or intention to stop them, I was enjoying hearing them and feeling them pleasure each other. I felt good that they trusted me enough to perform such an intimate act in my presence. But honestly, it probably didn’t even register as a concern for them. Natalie simply liked the feeling of putting her cock into Bree’s warm tight cunny. And Bree liked when Natalie would enter her and pound away. There was no shame or privacy needed, no more than washing their hands or playing with toys.

Quickly, the girls both yipped in pleasure as they climaxed simultaneously. I could feel their slight bodies stiffen and Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Anonymous 15/12/28(Mon)16:13 No. 24060 ID: 2c92a6

>>24045
Proceed.


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Anonymous 16/01/02(Sat)04:05 No. 24066 ID: 3031b2

Oh no, he was a commie the entire time!




Ideas zentop 15/12/12(Sat)20:04 No. 24033 ID: 41b07c [Reply]

hello, i wrote this first chapter of a story. please enjoy



I stepped out of the library, finally finished with the half-hour search for the right references for my perilously close-to-due project. It had been assigned weeks ago, of course, but true to my nature I completely blanked until I was rudely reminded of it just as I was walking out of the door this afternoon. I had a full weekend waiting ahead of me, a blank slate of limitless possibilities, and the old man had ruined it. I shouldn't even be surprised at this point.

At the very least, it was a pleasant afternoon. Not too chilly, not sweltering by any measurement, just perfect with a light breeze. Mother's Day was fast approaching, which unlike my work I couldn't forget if I tried. She was the best mom I could ask for, and thanking your parents for their help along your life seemed to be a lost art to many, so I always tried to do at least a little something. My sister's the same way, so I decided to ask her what she was doing so that my plans or gifts wouldn't overlap. I was well aware that Sunday was just over a day away, but I'd been drawing a blank on ideas. Luckily, I perform well under pressure.

The walk home was uneventful, as many walks to many places tend to be. No barking from the dog, no smog. The only things that really struck my interest at all were the birds and the insects going about their business, paying as little mind to me as I paid to them; cautiously aware, one could even assume. At least the spiders didn't mind hanging out with me for a moment, perhaps sensing my affection. But I digress!

I mentioned my sister, but neglected to say anything about her, instead opting to describe the trials and tribulations of my march towards home. My sister, Victoria, was a senior, two grades above me, and unsurprisingly she was two years older than me. We got along swimmingly, and still do, aside from the occasional unavoidable disagreement. Numerous times, in fact, she has come to my aid and defense; myself being a measly 5 feet 10 inches in stature, I tend to attract the attention of those members of society who seek to belittle and maim unfortunate beings such as myself. My sister, being a whopping 6 feet 3 inches tall, is the embodiment of intimidation, so we make a good team.

Her hair, a military-style mohawk, shaved on the sides, short and ruffled on top. Her face, strong and symmetrical, save for the scar running down her left cheek from a past incident involving tree climbing and a broken branch. She has incredibly defined muscles, though not overly large, in every place a muscle exists. If you weren't from our small town, you would have no idea that she used to be my big brother.

She wasn't always so sharp-looking, though. When she first started her transition about a year ago, she was little more than skin and bones, practically hel Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Anonymous 15/12/16(Wed)03:54 No. 24034 ID: 58a838

I'd read more of this


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Anonymous 15/12/18(Fri)13:25 No. 24044 ID: e33f13

>>24034
+1


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Anonymous 15/12/27(Sun)23:21 No. 24057 ID: 9cf80b

Yo this story




Device Brothers - Chapter 1 - The Ottoman wondash!v4DxM5avR6 14/04/10(Thu)04:54 No. 21522 ID: fc5e42 [Reply] [Last 50 posts]

Chapter 1 – The Ottoman

Tina and I were walking back from the beach. It was a very warm day even for late August. Summer vacation was nearing an end. I was wearing my favorite bikini, string top and bottoms. Tina’s had put on a tee and wrap over her bikini. She was always more reserved than I, even though she was gorgeous. We rounded the corner and made a left down the alley, a short-cut to our beach house. A few cars were parked, one of them a Corvette which we both admired. Ahead of the Vette was a panel van. As we passed, the side door and passenger doors opened together. My brain tried to register what happened next, but it was all so fast. Tina screamed and was quickly muffled. I felt a rag across my face, became very dizzy, then all went black.

My head hurt. I opened my eyes and tried to focus. The room was empty save for a chair, small side table, and the bed I as on. There was one door and no windows. I tried to sit up and realized that I couldn’t. Straps crossed my body and legs. And what was in my mouth, a ball, a gag! “Ahhhmmmmfffffff”. I tried to scream but only made a muffled sound. Tears welled in my eyes. Oh god, where was I? Where was Tina? What’s happening? I closed my eyes and tried to relax. The door opened. A man walked in. He was wearing a white lab coat and hospital scrubs. Maybe this was a hospital. But why was I restrained and gagged. He carried a silver tray which he set on the table. I could see a syringe. Immediately I started to struggle “Nnnnnnnnnn.” He approached my side and steadied my arm. “No need to worry” he said, and I felt the sting of the needle. “You’ll start to feel a bit light headed. Don’t worry. I’ll be back as soon as I tend to your friend.”

I didn’t fall asleep, but my mind was not clear. I tried to focus. What did I need to do? Something should be done, something was wrong, but what? Things didn’t seem so bad all of a sudden. I was relaxed. Some time later, the door opened and the man returned. As he approached, I noticed the bulge at his waist. Did he have an erection? For some reason, this did not concern me. At my side, he held each of my eyelids open and shined a small light in my eyes. “Good” he mumbled to himself. “Jenny, I’m going to remove your gag now.” It felt good to close my mouth. “Wwwear am I? how do you know my name?” “You’re safe here. I have some questions to ask. I know you’ll tell me the truth. I’ve already spoken with Tina. He began to ask questions, and for some reason, I just answered. He asked about my family and where I lived. He asked how old I was. He asked about my relationship with Tina (she was my best friend). Then the topic changed. “Jenny, are you a virgin?” I was. Tina and I had spoken of this together. We would wait for the right time and place. So far, that had not happened. I began to shake, but still, I felt obliged to answer. “Yes.” The very personal questions co Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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wondash!v4DxM5avR6 15/11/02(Mon)06:28 No. 23941 ID: cc2815

I've posted the first chapter of my latest story in the Club universe. This one should last about 10 chapters but I never really know how each story will end. After that I'll come back to DB. These days I've been writing a lot so I'm making good progress.


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Anonymous 15/11/07(Sat)05:01 No. 23971 ID: 1d969f

Will have to wait then. o_O


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Anonymous 15/12/02(Wed)12:15 No. 24022 ID: 06bd31

Enjoyed this, thank you.




Relatively Powered (mf, inc, superhero, more) #9 and hopefully beyond... AnonyMPC 15/11/04(Wed)00:52 No. 23946 ID: ac9150 [Reply]

Looks like my previous thread for this series fell off the board, but you can read all previous entries at my ASSTR site, http://www.asstr.org/~AnonyMPC/ and I'm not going to repost them here. What I am going to post is, finally, the ninth installment! Been a long time coming, not just because of a slump in general and being focused on other things, but also because it bumped up against something I find hot and want to write, but in practice I find it extremely difficult, so I always put it off in favor of other work.

I can't say for sure when the next one will be, either. But I am still interested in this story and these characters.

Previously, on Relatively Powered: Alex and Tabby are two not-so-ordinary teen siblings. Not only are they in witness protection because supervillains want their dad, but they've also been becoming far closer than siblings should be... sexually close. But when they discover that acts of unprotected incest give them superpowers, their whole lives change.

Tabby's been struggling with her recent revelation that her feelings for her brother are turning more romantic, and things have been tense with her brother until she sorted it out... but just as she thought she knew what she was doing, she was taken aside by a fellow female student, and fell instantly in love...

Relatively Powered #9 - Playing By the Rules (story-specific codes: ff*, fg, mc)

"You've got a secret."

"What?" It was my sister, Sally, and I glanced up for a moment to see her looking at me with that look... her eyes sort of squinting, like she was trying to see right through me or read my mind, but her lips, those were curled up into a smug smile, like she already knew exactly what was up.

She was right... I had a secret. But she had no idea what it was. If she did, we'd already be moving to a new town. It was the protocol, any time anybody knew we were in hiding, we had to leave, lest the people who are after my Dad find us, come after us, like they did before. And someone definitely knew about that situation, even our real names. I should have announced that the second I got in the car, but I couldn't. My secret was mine to bear alone.
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Anonymous 15/11/23(Mon)04:40 No. 24007 ID: 23f6d9

So awesome. But so frustrating!


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Anonymous 15/11/27(Fri)07:03 No. 24013 ID: 47a54a

Gah, such a cliffhanger.


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Anonymous 15/12/02(Wed)12:13 No. 24021 ID: 06bd31

Great!




Mandragora Girl Under the Desk Stonebrow!AN26.8FkH6 15/11/15(Sun)22:34 No. 23985 ID: 324f43 [Reply]

Before we start, let me set expectations: this is just the first chapter- I have vague plans for continuing it, but I just started my first 'real' job, and have basically no time for writing at the moment. If you can't deal with not having moar immediately, pass this by.

Secondly, although I'm happy with it for what it is, I'd say this is almost an outline. It's short, the sex scenes are under detailed, etc. Sorry. My idea behind this was that I wanted to write, but I was having no ideas, so I thought I'd transcribe some h-manga into text form. I'll give the link out at the bottom.

Finally, I think this is my old tripcode. I doubt anyone will remember it, but whatever. It's been years.

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Mandragora Girl Under the PC

So. My buddies at high school told me I should post my experience here. I'll be honest, I'm not much for writing, so sorry if it's crap. Um, to get everyone on the same page, you've probably seen people on the internet claiming that monsters are appearing in the world again, right? That thing about the Mayan calendar 2012 nonsense, and all?

Well, it's not nonsense.

We just didn't understand it.
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Stonebrow!AN26.8FkH6 15/11/17(Tue)04:29 No. 23993 ID: 324f43

>>23991
>Neat writing.
Thanks!
>Do you plan to do more?
Let me refer you to the very first paragraph:
>Before we start, let me set expectations: this is just the first chapter- I have vague plans for continuing it, but I just started my first 'real' job, and have basically no time for writing at the moment. If you can't deal with not having moar immediately, pass this by.
In short: maybe. In long: not soon.
>>23989
>Interesting.
Thanks!


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Anonymous 15/12/02(Wed)00:11 No. 24019 ID: c9caef

>>23993
hold the phone, are you the guy from that one RV story?


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Stonebrow!AN26.8FkH6 15/12/06(Sun)22:25 No. 24027 ID: 324f43

>>24019
yeah. I have no further plans for that though, in case you were curious.




My Supernatural Brother Mint 13/06/11(Tue)04:57 No. 19149 ID: 62b1d7 [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]

Summary: Sadie's brother has always been beyond normal, what with his ability to manipulate people's memories, feelings and thoughts with a simple touch and to have every pubescent girl to find him irresistible, but when Sadie's memories start going up missing, mysterious debts piling up and her brother getting involved in more and more shady business, can she find out what he's up to before they both end up paying the price?

Contains: anal, oral, pregnant, bondage, mind control, group sex, interracial, shota, M/F, F/F, M/F/F, M/F/F+, M/M, incest, uniform (as in, having sex in one), virgin, masturbation, toys, slavery, traps, and probably more I'm not thinking of.

(A/N: Yep, I'm back. I'm going to try and keep this one short. I think that was my problem with my other stories. I'm very busy so I don't know when I'll update this next, but it won't be like my frequent hiatuses. Also of note is that while this chapter is almost entirely under-aged girls, the entire story will not be that way. The brother will help some people with...odd requests. On with the show!)

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Her name was Sadie Hendrix. Her parents died when she was young and she remembered them very little. She was instead raised by her older brother with money he got from...interesting sources. After their parents died he somehow got himself declared emancipated, an adult and her guardian. How could he have managed to do all of this so young? Well...he wasn’t what one would call a normal person.

Sadie’s alarm went off. She groaned and flopped around for several moments, trying to get up the strength to turn it off. When she finally did she still didn’t get up. She felt stiff and weak. She had woken up this way for quite some time now. She also had a fever that would go on and off. Suffice it to say she seemed to have a recurring illness that just wouldn’t go away. Her brother had taken her to the doctor to have her tested for a variety of things. The doctors stated that she probably just had a stubborn bug and be sure to get plenty of rest. Sadie groaned and got up from her bed. Whatever it was, she hoped it would soon be over. She stepped into her bathroom and gazed at herself in the mirror. She had golden blonde hair and brown eyes. She also had freckles that dotted her face. Her body was also losing the stubbiness of being child and was beginning to elongate into a teenager. It made her look very mature for twelve years old. Right now however she was looking at her skin rather than her body. The paleness had seemingly faded from her cheeks and her eyes looked bright again. A week ago she almost looked like a ghost. Perhaps the doctor was right. She had a big night ahead of her. Every Friday her brother and she went to play laser tag. Lately, because of her illness, she hadn’t been able to. With all the wei Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Anonymous 15/11/19(Thu)03:01 No. 24000 ID: fac005

>>23863

I would give you more feedback but i'm not allowed to mail biological material across borders.


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Anonymous 15/11/20(Fri)11:24 No. 24002 ID: 80d337

So where does he post his stories to if not here?


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Anonymous 15/11/26(Thu)20:57 No. 24012 ID: b214ea

How many of us came across this thread after the OP stopped continuing the story? How many of us are willing to offer constructive criticism or reviews of what's already here?




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