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BFORE YOU POST, KNOW THIS! Cowboy!6UZGZTHCak ## Mod ## 10/06/30(Wed)19:25 No. 8547 ID: 5eefb3 [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts] Stickied

ALL REQUESTS FOR STORIES OR STORY CONTENT ARE TO GO IN THIS THREAD! ALL STORY REQUESTS NOT POSTED IN THIS THREAD WILL BE DELETED AND THE POSTER MAY BE BANNED. ALL COMMENTS QUESTIONS, AND OTHER OF THE LIKE ARE TO GO HERE AS WELL! Also, if you don't have constructive comments, keep them to yourself. Or you'll get banned for being an ass. This is not /b/, you have been warned.

Make sure that you check out http://asstr.org or http://storiesonline.net, or any other of the fine erotic literature sites, or GOOGLE IT! THEY MAY HAVE THE STORY ALREADY THERE!…Where ever that may be….Also, any plagiarism will result in a BAN!

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Waxing Carnauba 15/08/02(Sun)10:02 No. 23785 ID: fa0212


I can't even find the original thread in the back pages. Son of a bitch, has it been that long?

ASSTR link for what's done of the main story can be found here:


These are a little more polished than the originals, so maybe it's better that the thread is gone.

Mind you, there was another 'extra chapter' written a year and change after the original run petered out called "Big Red", which doesn't seem to be on the ASSTR account.

I need to start writing fantasy porn again. It's been too long, and I genuinely miss it.

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.

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

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.
"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.
"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 15/05/06(Wed)01:22 No. 23524 ID: cd82d2


Anonymous 15/07/23(Thu)09:41 No. 23761 ID: 9a136f

Awesome stories!

Anonymous 15/08/03(Mon)21:23 No. 23789 ID: b2a9b9


The Tardy Slip Anonymous 15/08/03(Mon)17:59 No. 23788 ID: 3344b8 [Reply]

tags: exhibitionism, embarrassment, softcore, puns

I thought of this silly but strangely hot idea back when I was still in high school and wrote the story in an afternoon. Just a very short, lighthearted little exhibitionism fantasy about a high school girl.

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Ashley's elbows swung wildly, hands gripping the straps of the backpack as it bounced violently against her shoulderblades. Her skin was hot, hair stuck to her forhead and undershirt glued to her body. Her breath came in desperate, ad hoc bursts. It didn't feel like running, it felt like horizontal falling, legs flailing in a vaguely running-like pattern that seemed to propel her forward. She stumbled to a stop as she reached the school gate. Which was closed.

She caught her hands on her knees and gulped sweet oxygen, glaring at the gate through the fringe that was now tossed and sweaty for nothing.

BZZZT. A bored voice crackled through the intercom, "Yeah?".

"Could you open the gate, please?" Ashley panted. A burst of white noise as the operator sighed into the mic.

"Get a tardy slip on your way in." he said. She almost considered turning around and skipping class right there and then. But the gate rumbled open and she made her way to the office, trudging along as slowly as she could to give herself time to cool off. She felt her cheeks warm and red from the jog over. She tried to count how many tardies she'd had that semester - was it two? Three? Please, she thought, don't let this be the third. Maybe if it was, they'd forget. She'd reached the hall outside the office.
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Conquering With Darkness Mint 11/04/14(Thu)06:51 No. 11868 ID: 8c6d64 [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]

This is the sequel to Toying with Darkness. If you want to read the first one without going through the pages of this board, it can be found here:


I have to voice that I'm a bit concerned about posting a sequel. New people come across this story, don't want to bother reading the original and then just move on. I'll post a summary of the first story after this chapter. I'm just too tired to write it now and I want to begin this story. So for first time readers who are too lazy to read the original, hit reply to find the summary and if it's not there yet, just be patient.

And it begins. This one contains a shit ton of battles, some death, some drama and a whole lot of sex. If you'll notice on the tags I added a new one since I posted it on my blog. I forgot to include it. I'm sure you'll enjoy.

Tags: Anal, orgy, incest, orgy, bestiality, abuse, angst, anthro, Bondage, sadism, masochism, body modification (in every sense of the term), corruption, dominance (male to female, female to female and female to male), exhibitionism, lesbianism (a lot), futanari, humiliation, underage, pedophilia (lots), mind control (demon powers), character deaths (some you might not want to), pregnancy, oral, rape, slavery, masturbation, transformation, violence, gore, blood-drinking, pissing, plushie (you heard me), bunny sex (not kidding), lactation (yeah, I'm going there)



Chapter 1
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Mint 15/08/02(Sun)07:43 No. 23784 ID: 62b1d7


Don't assume things butt-munch.

Anonymous 15/08/03(Mon)04:25 No. 23786 ID: 36e3b1

I wasn't assuming anything. I asked a question. It's like assuming, except it's the other thing.

Mint 15/08/03(Mon)11:04 No. 23787 ID: 62b1d7


Stop bumping you retard. You're trying to save face when it's obvious what you did. Let this thread die for god's sake.

FYI, I'm not bumping because it's at the top of the board. NO ONE POST ANYMORE.

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 15/06/24(Wed)12:26 No. 23694 ID: 01859a

I usually comment on your stories but I'll be honest that I didn't find this last one inspiring enough for me to bother until now. I'll comment on your recent Phil Phantom story here too since I'm too lazy to track down the other thread. I read them a bit ago so I may not remember all of the details exactly, but these were most of the impressions that I got after reading.

Alternative Sentence:

This was a decent story, but far below your usual fare both from a literary (especially your last story in the iCity Tales collection, which was better than many published authors) and erotic standpoint. Here's what I see as the main problems:

1. The story being told entirely by diary entries is an interesting idea in theory, but in practice turns reading it into a mundane slog by removing any sense of immediacy or impact from the events. Because the "recap story" form taken is that of private diary entries in particular (as opposed to a rogue storyteller trying to impress people or something), it is especially egregious in killing the excitement since Hillary usually makes it completely clear what's about to happen before describing it. The format is narratively difficult in the first place (particularly for erotic literature), and not done well enough here to alleviate that. Even if you were to fix these problems, it could easily end up being less realistic to how a teenage girl would actually write a diary if you weren't very careful.

"Today, I was fucked up the ass." And then she goes on to describe it, but the thrill is neutered because there's no sense of surprise or uncertainty, which is a large part of eroticism. There's no "Oh boy Hillary's collar was just forcefully activated. What are they going to do to her now?" We already know that there's no chance of her getting out of the situation. Of course the story isn't as explicit about its spoilers as the example but it still makes things pretty clear. Imagine a chapter in MPC that started off "So Lawrence raped Erin today." Obviously it'd completely take the edge off of what would otherwise be a nail-biting roller coaster of emotions. That's how this story felt.

2. I don't think that most of your readers (who are probably men in their teens and 20s) can erotically relate to the sexual perspective of a teenage girl. Even if this story was as well-written as MPC I don't know if I could get into it as much just because of the fact that I can't imagine myself as the main character. That's not a mark against it artistically of course, but just something to consider.

3. The incest subplot felt completely tacked on, just because it's "your thing". A major plot point of the subplot (the two siblings officially consumating their relationship) happens at the very end of it, which violates a Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

IE!Fn5Xsal0nQ 15/06/24(Wed)18:07 No. 23695 ID: f68fe3

>And sometimes knowing that there are a number of people waiting for something does put the pressure on, but the effect is somewhat unpredictable: it may make me subconsciously shy away (under the theory that I'm disappointing people less if I don't get to something than if I do and it's awful), or in other cases it may motivate me, give me drive knowing that I'm not JUST writing for myself.

It helps to think back to the first posts you've ever made. People weren't expecting it, but they got it and loved it. Just write for yourself, and it will appeal to those followers.

Anonymous 15/08/02(Sun)01:43 No. 23783 ID: 7e7967

>These would be things along the lines of interactive game/stories with art

Oh god, please do this. Almost every eroge I've played has had garbage writing.

Crime Fighter The Pillowcage 15/08/01(Sat)03:44 No. 23782 ID: 11fdd1 [Reply]

Diamond City was the forerunner for scientific advancements in the early age, bringing about cures and genetic augmentations, ushering in a bright future. Though, very quickly did these ideals of a bright future was blotted out by the dark cloud of chaos and destruction.

With the aspect of genome altering medicine and medical procedures, came a new kind of criminal. Criminals that were stronger, faster, smarter, and even more deadlier. Men and women whose DNA was manipulated and mutated, gaining ungodly powers and using these powers for their own gain and amusement.

To counter this, the DCSD was formed. The Diamond City Super Division was made to combat the new superhuman menace, comprised of other superpowered individuals who were trained to fight the new threat.

Incredibly and superpowered fights were commonplace in the streets of Diamond City, so much that many of the news stations of the city have created segments on their channels showcasing these fights, and even most places started taking advantage of the frequent fighting to even create a form of gambling from them, betting on various heroes and villains to see who would get up on top.

The gambling, though viewed as highly unethical in the beginning, actually proved to not only boost the city’s profits and revenue, but has greatly increased revenue from tourism people came to the city not only to take in it’s large and beautiful splendour, but to see if they can’t get rich fast by betting on the right hero or villain.

Because of the increase in income by the betting and tourists, most of the DCSD heroes and the criminals of the city were even contacted by city officials, even becoming contractually obligated to cause some trouble or try to save the day on government funds.

Heroes and villains being paid to fight, being paid when they win or lose. It all quickly became a sort of special fighting league, one that was kept hidden by the civilians of the city, but one that was caught on pretty quickly by local authorities and news crew.

It was like betting on boxers, except like boxing or anything other fighting league, this one had no rules.
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Diary of a Lucid Dreamer IE!Fn5Xsal0nQ 15/06/10(Wed)17:15 No. 23653 ID: f68fe3 [Reply]

I am fucked up.

Last night I had the most wild experience. I was going in and out of dreams, not really getting rest, until I finally just gave up and laid there with my eyes open. I'd rolled over more than a few times and couldn't get back to sleep, so I thought maybe I needed a change of scenery. I brought my pillows and blanket to the couch and tried a variety more positions to drift off, but no dice.

Then some thoughts surfaced from my subconscious. I was horny. Big whoop, it's happened before. Normally I'd fuck my hand and go back to sleep, or hump the mattress if I was really tired. But this time, I didn't. I just let them flow, 'til they filled me. It's all I could think. First, pictures I'd found on the chan. Then, stories I'd read. And finally, fantasies.

That was it. That's all my mind needed, was one fantasy to latch onto. I was probably hard, but I didn't care. I was much too interested in living out that dream. I sat my bathtub, legs up and ass toward the drain, and some goo, straight outta Ghostbusters or something, formed a snake that slipped inside me.

I couldn't feel it. It was just a dream. But damn, my mind was making it so real I wished I could. The weight of those thoughts swelled, like that feeling you get after you've had too many pork rinds. So, naturally, the goo inside me swelled. I imagined it the size of a bowling ball--the thoughts weighed about as much. But in another sense, this was real to me, so it wasn't really that big. It didn't go deeper, it didn't move around. It just sat there, at the base of my gut, growing.

I was on the edge. I could feel it. If I'd brought one stroke between my legs, these thoughts would transform into one giant, sticky mess, and I'd probably be able to return to sleep. But I didn't. So the fantasy took another route.

This time, I was in some school. Don't know which. Didn't care. But I was nude. And that goo was still inside me, kinda peeking out, dripping trails of it down that never fully detached. It was damn hot in my mind. I saw myself from a different angle. That much was usual from any dream I've had. I was younger, cleaner, but I knew it was me. I could feel it.

Then, in front of me, was an ass. A girl's, so you know. Not that it matters. Next thing, I was raping her, straight up the butt, like some cheesy Asian porno without the censors. We were in a bathroom stall, as if to say this is something I'd do while cutting class. But it's like that goo inside me had control. That swelling, gut-stretching feeling just wanted to get out. I finished without an orgasm, instead satisfied that some of the goo had spread to her, infected her. I pulled out clean, but her ass was dripping and gaping, and now she wasn't so upset with the situation, like she wouldn Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

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IE!Fn5Xsal0nQ 15/07/29(Wed)18:08 No. 23778 ID: f68fe3

Last night I had amazing dreams full of hot, sticky, cum-covered sex. And the best part is, it wasn't my cum. I'd like to think if I ever dreamed myself cumming, it'd be a reality, and a wet dream isn't exactly what I'm going for. I want to be conscious. I want to be able to snap into this state and make myself cum almost on command. I think that's a worthy talent to own.

Anyway, Beth weaseled her way into my subconscious. That's enough of a surprise, because I hadn't physically seen her for at least ten years. Sure enough, she had the same thin physique, though she might have been taller. My mind tends to exaggerate height, at least. I do find long legs to be incredibly sexy.

And I'm not normally into futa, but for the purposes of my dream, that's what Beth was. I don't think there were balls. I actually don't think there were any other holes, because all that mattered was shamelessly presented right there between her hips. I mentioned she had a thin frame. She basically had the body of a twink. Flat-chested, because she was, and why should that change? Coarse black hair falling to her shoulders. I remember sometimes she'd tied it up, and those rare times she wore glasses. That really made the difference, made her attitude so much more attractive to me. But she wasn't particularly sexy in the dream. She was just there to fill my need.

We fucked missionary, we fucked doggystyle. We even fucked standing in the shower. There had to be a shower scene, because I was splattered with her cum like we were playing paintball. There was this one glob of cum that was as big as a golf ball. It stuck to me against all laws of physics, but it jiggled around like a skin tag. The more I think about it, the more I'm reminded of how pigs ejaculate. Not to call Beth a pig. But if she could cum like one, I guess my subconscious really wanted to be her sow.

She never really came in me. And it didn't even wash off in the shower stream. I love to look at cum. Even when I imagine it inside me, it's not just some phantom fluid hanging out. I visualize it rolling into a nugget, swirling into a sphere, stretching walls apart and even having enough ejaculatory force to prod my rectum like a kid tied up in a trash bag. It's better than log, it's cum!

sage sage 15/07/30(Thu)15:30 No. 23780 ID: 54335e

sage goes where?

IE!Fn5Xsal0nQ 15/07/30(Thu)22:28 No. 23781 ID: f68fe3


i'm in a rut, so you get this crap.
PS, sage goes with chicken.

My Sister is a Dickgirl SNT-NEL 12/02/11(Sat)10:15 No. 15127 ID: b808a3 [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]

Reposting this, for some reason. Even though I felt weird trying to fap to futa lit, I was okay with this one, for some reason.

I remember a long while back, some folks here added to it, and things were great, but then for some reason the mods took it down? I think it was cause it hadn't been updated in forever. But, yeah. RESURRECTION(I hope)

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Anonymous 15/05/30(Sat)08:51 No. 23618 ID: a5fcdc

it's sad to see such a great story die

teasing Tim 15/07/20(Mon)17:54 No. 23745 ID: 8138a8

The last line written thus far is "Teasing me isn’t nice.” I refuse to let this thread die like that.

Anonymous 15/07/29(Wed)02:47 No. 23777 ID: def664

It's been months. But for some reason i still have hope this this will be continued.

Summer Camp FapArtist 13/10/12(Sat)23:56 No. 19908 ID: 2c8403 [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]

Alright guys, I'm gonna try to finish this one. Its picked up better than the other two I tried to start writing, but its still going to take me a while to really get it moving. As always, I greatly appreciate feedback. Also, this is just an intro chapter, so there's only some light nudity and brief description, if you want more, let me know what you wanna see and I'll see if it fits.

(Loli, solo, group, mild exhib, etc.)


The bus slowly rolled to a stop as children shuffled and I rushed to the door of the bus. The driver half-heartedly said to wait until the bus came to a complete halt, but the door was open before her sentence was finished. Within seconds, I bolted from the bus to my house, slamming the door shut and dropping my backpack as I ran to my room. Without missing a beat, I began to change into a swimsuit. My blue jeans and bright orange shirt from the day at school were carelessly thrown to the floor, followed by my panties. I threw the closet door open and began digging through my clothes for the right match of top and bottom. After a couple of frantic minutes digging naked through the closet, I matched a white bikini top with red strings to its bottom counterpart (featuring a strawberry on the back.) As soon as I had the bottom on and the top tied, I rushed outside to the swimming pool, diving straight into the deep end and lazily floating to the surface. There's no better way to start my summer vacation.

I had been floating around for nearly half an hour as I enjoyed the cool water on my skin. It had been so hot lately and school only made it worse. For the past nine months, I'd been getting home and going straight to my room for homework and studying. My parents would probably have me doing something boring all summer, but I was going to do my best to enjoy the three months before I had to go back. Last summer I had to take piano lessons and dance classes, which took four days of each week. I couldn't make plans to go anywhere, either, because I couldn't miss any practices or recitals. Luckily, they missed the sign-up dates for piano lessons this year and dance classes would be full soon, too. Of course, that just meant that they had other plans for me; They never missed anything by accident. I grabbed a purple chair float and climbed into it, deciding to soak up some sun and rest. Swimming wore me out so fast, I was almost asleep as soon as I managed to get into the chair without it flipping over.

A while after I fell asleep in the pool, my parents got home. I didn't hear them until they came outside to check on me. They talked to me for a little bit before telling me to get out of the pool and into the shower while they prepared dinner. I managed to float to the steps in the shallow end and, thanks to the warmth of the sun, only have to Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

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FapArtist 15/02/03(Tue)19:51 No. 23202 ID: 72c3f6

I'm alive and so is the story. I wrote most of the next Jenny chapter a couple of weeks ago. I know it's been forever since I have updated, but this story gets harder and harder to write. I'm not quitting, but I can't promise when you'll get anything. I'm trying is all I can say

Anonymous 15/03/20(Fri)20:55 No. 23400 ID: 84d96c

Thanks for letting us know you're continuing with this. Like many others, I think this is one of the better stories on here and there are too many authors who tease us with a good start and fail to follow through - THANKS

TobiasKilroy 15/07/28(Tue)21:30 No. 23776 ID: 3cb3d0

M30 Anglo Saxon
Loved the story OP, keep it up

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