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Two Become One grotto 14/03/03(Mon)10:20 No. 21280 ID: 28d1dc [Reply]

Hey, I'm grotto and here's the current version of Two Become One. I originally wrote this story to be posted on 4chan's /d/. The version posted on Oblimo's site here ( http://oblimo.pbworks.com/w/page/5537707/Two-Become-One ) is from summer 2008, and what appears here has been edited significantly since then. Please enjoy... As always, I have many ideas for the story that I've been nursing for years, but I can't promise new chapters within any reasonable timeframe. I will post them when I write them.

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Sara sat on her bed, still not quite able to believe what she was hearing. The person beside her seemed to be a ten-year-old girl, wearing a loose gray t-shirt, short brown hair and a baseball cap. "See, feel me, I'm just like normal, right?" Sara hesitantly reached out her hand and grabbed the girl's wrist. She could feel the bones in her arm, the pulse in her veins.

"Ok, now watch." The girl leaned forward and closed her eyes. In less than a second, gigantic breasts swelled into being on her boyish frame, stretching the fabric of the t-shirt. They were ludicrously large, puffing out into mounds around her areolae - C-cups in their own right - and the nipples were clearly visible, erect, three-quarters of an inch wide. The new breasts jiggled with their own momentum as the girl gently shook them back and forth. "Feel them if you want," she said. Sara reached out a hand and patted the monster on the left. It yielded and swayed around a bit. She began to knead, feeling the soft, warm boob tissue, not any different from her own except for the size. Still disbelieving, Sara reached down and tweaked the prominent, hard nipple. It was a firm nub, yielding a bit to her when squeezed, different from the soft breast tissue. The girl let out a squeak of laughter.

"That's too odd," said Sara. "It's not just boobs," said the girl. For a split second, her body lost all its detail, decohering in a blobby mass. She reformed a second later. Now the girl had deep red hair, tied back in a ponytail, wisps escaping to float in the afternoon sun that came down through the window. Gone were the ludicrous breasts. Her face was vaguely similar to before, but now she seemed to be six or seven years older. The T-shirt and jeans had become a beautiful dark green velvet dress, matching her eyes, cut to expose a hint of pearly cleavage. Although she was hardly recognizable, she had the same playful glint in her eyes.

"I can control pretty much everything about myself." the girl said. "Feel the dress." Sara reached out and took some fabric, rubbed it in between her fingers. It felt like fine fuzzy velvet. The girl smiled. "That's as much a part of me as my body or my Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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tSade!O9S.2cqv5k 14/04/18(Fri)08:58 No. 21568 ID: e1353d

>>21540
If you have a RSS reder (NewsBlur, Feedly, etc), you can use my RSS feed for this thread to see when new changes show up.

http://tools.tsade.com/chan2atom/7chan/elit/21280


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Anonymous 14/09/14(Sun)19:40 No. 22428 ID: eaee03

I wonder if there will ever be another part of this story?


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Anonymous 14/09/15(Mon)05:51 No. 22430 ID: 8aeaa3

This is the best story I've ever read here, It's sooo fucking good




"The callout" Belatucadros 14/09/12(Fri)06:51 No. 22418 ID: a48650 [Reply]

First things first, I am a long time lurker. This is. A story that involves bestiality, I figured it would be ok, as I saw "a quiet evening at home" on here. Mods if necessary ban or remove and replace at will. Now for the readers. I'm pretty sure you will think this is junk, however any comments or feedback that isn't just "you're shit, go and die" is much appreciated. I do have a slight plan for this story and the first couple of posts will literally just be build up to the main piece. Like I say this is my first post so bear with me and I hope you enjoy the story.

From a young age Lucy had always loved animals. She grew up on a big farm, with cows, sheep horses and always had at least two dogs running about the place throughout her childhood. Causing mischief with them had been her way of passing those long days on the farm, giving her some respite from the humdrum everyday that formed the majority of her life. She would train them to steal things from her mother mainly long the lines of food, and to go and mess with the cows when she wanted to. When she was twelve, she had two male dogs, called red and jasper, both collies which were playful and fun loving, always full with energy. Unfortunately, in the summer, Red ended up getting diagnosed with a severe form of cancer and by September, the family had said their tearful goodbyes as he was put to sleep. The last one to stroke his paw was Lucy, with jasper sitting by her side, whining constantly. Jasper alternated between nuzzling her and jumping up on the table to try and lick red, until he was wheeled through the doors, taken away to be put to sleep. Lucy's father collected the body of the dog, and took him out and buried him under the tree in their back garden, over which he placed three flat stones to mark the spot where Lucy's best friend finally laid.

That night, Lucy lay in bed with jasper at her side, weeping softly into her pillow as jasper let out the occasional whine, both of them mourning the passing of what they felt was their brother.

A week went by, and whilst Lucy had begun to recover, jasper was still sad, clearly mourning the loss of not only his brother, but one of his greatest friends, and try though she might, Lucy could not get him to play any games, whether it was stealing food from the kitchen, or riling up the cows in the barn, or chasing sheep. Lucy's father noted this, and, realising the effect it was having on his daughter, decided to try and rectify the situation, so after making the trip to the pound a good few miles away, he returned with another border collie, this time a bitch named Sally.

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Anonymous 14/09/13(Sat)00:21 No. 22421 ID: 6f2571

Just started skimming this and noticed an immediate error: capitalize the dog's names. It's Jasper and Red, not jasper and red. You remembered to capitalize Sally and Lucy every time but forgot it with Jasper more than half of the time.


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Anonymous 14/09/14(Sun)02:28 No. 22423 ID: 9ab35b

>>22418
I am very interested in this whole thing, and I am not even "into"bestiality.




Personal Loli - M/f, loli flounder!19IQ53Wc/s 13/12/06(Fri)05:28 No. 20402 ID: abea2f [Reply]

Hi there, I'm Flounder. You might remember me from such stories as "The Curler" back in 2010, "An Oral History of The Zombie War" and an unnamed piece, both in 2011.

I wrote this about six or seven months ago and have been itching to continue it. I've got an idea about where I want to go, but I want to see if you all /elit/-erates are on board. So, without further ado, Personal Loli

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Year: 2085
Location: San Bernadino, California, USA
Background information: Thought the Human Genome Project completed it's first draft in 2003, it wasn't until 2055 until it's usefulness was unlocked. From there, the concept of the "cafeteria child", a child created by picking out different qualities like hair color, eye color, and genetic predisposition, was finally within grasp. 30 years later, the concept is still being studied, though there is progress. The San Bernadio Science Institute is making the fastest project, but few know why they are leaps and bounds ahead of similar labs around the world.

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Regardless of what anybody tells you, having a STEM degree, even one from Pepperdine University, doesn't make job hunting suck less. My name is Jerry, I have a masters in genetics, I'm 22 years old, and today's my first day at The San Bernadino Science Institution in California. After 6 months of working for scrap, I'd finally made it into the big leagues. I was stoked to work at SBSI, it was the most difficult research lab to get into. Even the application requires a blood sample, but I guess they want to map your DNA by the time you get on-board.

I took the train into the city, and from there a bus to their main offices. The modest 5-story building in the heart of the city is a facade, the true labs are 1500 feet below the surface. I walked in to the office, and was greeted by the secretary. After showing her my papers, she led me upstairs to human resources.
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John Caker 13/12/10(Tue)07:17 No. 20441 ID: a54800

Don't listen to them flounder

This character acts exactly like I would.
Your story has a
Very high profile intro and a compelling as hell concept.

Keep going


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Anonymous 13/12/18(Wed)08:15 No. 20483 ID: 6da525

This is a great premise and I don't hate your writing style, but I agree you could slow down and flesh stuff out more.


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Anonymous 14/09/10(Wed)06:10 No. 22410 ID: f632f0

I remember the first time you posted this and was very interested in seeing it finished. please continue it




FapArtist 14/09/04(Thu)01:40 No. 22378 ID: def2c4 [Reply]

Short story I decided to work on today. I may continue it, but I haven't decided. I haven't given up on my other story, Summer Camp (http://7chan.org/elit/res/19908.html) but I need a break from it. Every time I try to write more on it, I hate what I write and can't bring myself to finish a whole chapter. Anyway, hope this will sate my few and faithful fans until I get my Summer Camp mojo back. As always, I always love feedback.

Tags: gg (May add more if I write a second chapter)

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Mina silently huffed into her pillow as her friend, Len, droned on about some boy. She and Len used to talk about everything; they had no secrets between them, but High school had stolen Len away from Mina. Now, there were entire weekends that Len never told her about and, due to some slight bitterness, she never bothered asking. Still, they would catch up occasionally and Mina pretended to be interested so she wouldn't lose her friend completely. She had few enough of those, as it was.

She mumbled affirmatives as Len kept asking her if she knew who so-and-so was and how they were relevant to her life away from Junior High. It wasn't like she didn't know people, she just wasn't close to very many, so she recognized names and could easily attach faces, but Len had to make sure so that every painfully mundane detail was laid bare. Another few minutes passed and Len fell silent. Mina waited for her to begin another story, but she heard nothing from the other end of the phone.

"Len?"

"I'm here." Len's voice had gotten quiet.

"You stopped talking..." Mina said, noticing her apparent hesitance to say whatever was on her mind.
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Anonymous 14/09/05(Fri)12:36 No. 22384 ID: 054fb4

Readable but, just barely. There are weird gaps and places where the characters seem to make conclusions to just jump ahead in the plot. Enough general writing errors that I noticed.


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FapArtist 14/09/05(Fri)16:15 No. 22385 ID: b1d21c

Yeah, i definitely should have done more proofreading. I typed it in notepad, dropped it into word for a quick spellcheck and uploaded it. I was being a little lazy there. As for the other... I'm still learning as a writer? Honestly, this was going to be centered around Mina and Jake but, after i started writing, it became about her and Len. Thanks for the feedback! (If you've got any, I'd appreciate some notes on making plot developments more natural.)


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Anonymous 14/09/06(Sat)08:19 No. 22387 ID: 40b7d2

>>22385
A story about Mina and Jake would be fine too.

Other than the tag at the start of the story that is where it seemed like where you were going with the story until about half way through. Which makes sense since that is where you said it was originally going.




Work Where The Love Happens Silly_Lilly 13/12/31(Tue)04:19 No. 20553 ID: 3ddd81 [Reply]

Working Where The Loving Happens

con, noncon, M/g, M/F (no direct sex in first few chapters)


Chapter 1: Lilly and her puzzles

Working in a mental rehabilitation center can be very stressful but I love what I do. As a 23 year old case manager, I was in charge of collecting and analyzing data client based programs that the client ran throughout their stay at Valley Rehabilitation and Research Center. My client's name is Lilly. She is a 24 year old young lady diagnosed with episodic bipolar disorder, ODD (oppositional defiant disorder) and OCD . She was about 5'7' ( an inch shorter than me), skinny but not sickly, dark brown short hair that frames her face, big brown eyes, and fair skin. Her favorite things to do were to repeat others, especially curse words, draw/paint, dance, watch movies on a personal DVD player, and horde paper items. This would most often be in the form of tearing tags off shirts/shoes or ripping pages out of books. She also did not speak too often and when she did she was soft spoken, unless she was having one of her tantrums. These tantrums included screaming, crying, aggression towards trainers and herself, and property destruction. Many clients were actually quite aggressive and had to either be restrained at times or even heavily medicated. One guy even was restricted to a padded room and the hallways needed to be cleared anytime he needed to be transported. Luckily I have never had to restrain Lilly, though I wouldn't mind.


You see, I am what you can call a pervert. When I was first hired, I took notice of Lilly and more specifically her body and knew that I wanted to be near her. It was those doe eyes, full c-cup that would stretch out whatever picture was on her shirt, narrow hips, and soft smile that drove me to work my ass off to get to work with her. I have always been turned on by little innocent girls and crazy girls. Lilly was a combination of the two while having the body of a 16 year old. But there was an obstacle. You see, everyone starts with the less aggressive clients and moves up with experience. By the time that I was able to work with Miss Lilly, my sexual lust only increased. Just being in the room got my heart beating. It also didn't help that the person training me was pretty hot also. Her name was Amanda and she sported shoulder length blonde hair, shapely body she often hid under baggy clothes (kind of a tomboy), and dark green eyes. She noticed my dedication to doing my best to get time to work with Lilly and asked if I wanted to join the team. Ever since that day, work has been great.


Now as a pervert, I would fantasize about Lilly making a move on me. These fantasies often involved her being super clingy with me and going into tantrums whenever I left. I guess it all comes from wanting her to want me as bad as I want her, and man did I want her. I would do my best to touch her as muc Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Anonymous 13/12/31(Tue)15:10 No. 20556 ID: 054fb4

I remember this from awhile ago, or something similar. Did you rewrite it?


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Silly_Lilly 14/01/02(Thu)04:25 No. 20566 ID: 3ddd81

>>20556

I am in the process of rewriting it. Working on the second chapter now.




Fair Game (Fantasy, OC) Ahiylen 14/05/21(Wed)12:51 No. 21807 ID: 7068f9 [Reply]

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Long ago I was a member of a clan of the Bilewood, we were a fea clan, and we were far from honest or virtuous. Each clan fought; they fought themselves, each other, and the important fights fell in the shadows. My clan however was a subordinate family of Oracles in service of a warrior caste clan, together we were one of the most powerful.

I was an Acolyte of the Oracles, but the processed used to awaken our magic would often take days, months, or in my case more than a year to subside. To put the process simply─ a part of your aura is suspended outside your body through a mark the more you can channel out the longer it takes to return and control it, and the more powerful you are expected to be. I was extremely powerful but unable to focus my aura, and the only Acolyte in decades to actually make the mark more powerful instead of absorb it.

Long before I could begin to master myself my clan was conquered. It’s the nature of the Bilewood that the weak are weeded out by the strong, and the constant strife left the Bilewood’s clans resistant to the outside world; that was until the Cleft clan began trading for arcane weaponry to take over other clans, and trading away slaves for more weaponry. I know not how the fighting went. As it went the priests and oracles were hidden away; with me amongst the acolytes of them. We were surrendered as slaves in what ever conditions our clans made for peace.

The sorting took days, and much more than the acolytes were surrendered to them; the least renown of us were left to be sorted days later. I felt lucky that I’d be sorted initially with the commoners.

Then in happend I was addressed by a strangely dressed soldier in loose fit black and gray layers of cloth and fine chain mesh. He had midnight blue hair that fell down in spike locks around his eyes and held back by his pale ears and falling haphazardly around his neck.

I was picked so very late as I’d been in civilian clothing, a vine framed blouse of tan ivy fiber falling loosely just above darker brown short split skirt that I fastened just below my belly button to hide the Oliva Mar marking; which had become a point of shame in my life. The whole outfit blended with my dark olive skin, and long butt length auburn hair which I had in a three quarters length braid revealing my long black and red sifte’ ears.

(Sifte’ are a wilde fea who are considered by most to be ferral of our Vexan and Aurder cousens. Aesthetically we have wider noses with longer and wider ears than most other fea, and much like the Vexen we often are born with beastial eyes, earthen skin, stripping in our hair, and less often we have stripping and other dark patterns on our faces and bodies.)
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Anonymous 14/08/27(Wed)19:34 No. 22350 ID: fac323

Well, that ended very abruptly. The writing is good, but it seems quite heavy on world-building for an elit story. I guess there's no inherent contradiction there, but you might find that people who are reading for pleasure in the physical sense don't always have the patience for it.


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Ahiylen 14/08/29(Fri)17:23 No. 22355 ID: 7068f9

As it stands Chapter 4 is going to be delightfully short, so I should be able to post it shortly enough. (if not at least a excerpt to finish that scene should you all be interested in something so vanilla.)

Funny side note; the world building is something I'd done quite a while ago for another story in the same realm. There is a depth to the character I really enjoy, and I feel that getting to know here will help make her easier to empathize with.

This is half for me and half for you guys and gals. This is a project for me to stretch my legs as a writer with a subject that's altogether more interesting to my lewd mind, but the growing part of this project comes from feedback like yours.

So just know that I welcome and hope for more comments from you and anyone else who has given me feedback.


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CH 4 Excerpt Ahiylen 14/08/30(Sat)15:11 No. 22357 ID: 7068f9

──I’m sorry for the abrupt stop but the tone has to change for a minute here kitten. I’d become something new to myself. I felt and lived unlike I’d ever had before, and for all I knew then it was but a dream. Every fact lead to that being a dream but her smile─her feelings─and my own were impossible for me to have fabricated as I was then. I saw that look in her eye and that sliver of doubt left me.──

She was away from me now─the kiss broken and the storm was unraveling, and yet still the lust did not subside; just the chaos. I was becoming clear; the bond broken but the luster did not fade.

Her hair cascaded around her the golden stubborn locks bouncing and swaying softly with the rise and fall of her breath. The locks brightly framed her face the pale yellow starkly contrasting the deep gold of her flashing fae eyes. Her pupils completely overtaken by her aura like a sheen of gold had encompassed them.

The look seemed distant like a blind woman’s eyes wide open grasping for some glimpse of the world, yet instead her eyes were wide because they took in the whole of the world around her. I was aware of every naked inch of my body that shone in her eyes. I felt my skin against the sharpness of the air.

I didn’t move. I just tried to will her down to me, and her lewd smile just grew wider.

“I will not make you beg.” She said as she dropped down to my neck.

She planted a soft kiss just above my collarbone and I felt shivers run down my body. Each kiss that followed was deeper and hungrier than the last as she made her way up my neck. First it was soft suckling, then the flick of her soft tongue sailing across my skin. When she was just below my ear she nipped softly at my neck, again and again at that same spot, as the skin got more sensitive and my body began to squirm she caressed the skin with her tongue.

I had begun to let out a soft coo of a noise, but as her tongue ran across my skin it pitched higher into a hard moan.
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Stray AiraAA 14/01/25(Sat)01:44 No. 20898 ID: 62eca2 [Reply]

Summary: A lonely math teacher finds a homeless girl hiding in his porch in a particularly rainy day and takes her in. Struggling with his strong pedophile tendencies, moral limits becomes blurry.

TAGS: Mg, dubcon, slow, Mdom, (Maybe a few will change)

Warning: Don't expect a quick fap. I like the tension and the story will progress at a slow pace. It is my first time posting here and English is not my first language.

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STRAY
Chapter one – Matheus’ point of view –

Routine is a nice thing. Not, you know, the most necessary thing of all, I’m not that sick. Well, at least not because of that. But, anyway, routine is the way I know everything is going just right.
My routine starts at 6 am. I take a quick shower, put on some clothes, brush my teeth, eat a pair of toasts with some juice, brush my teeth again, grab my papers and keys and go to school, try to get teenagers to learn math, get out, stop on the market and buy groceries and a little something for the stray dog that decided to live on my front yard, feed said dog, go inside, have lunch, do whatever’s left of my work and then basically do whatever I want, usually means video games, some internet and running in the little park in front of my house.
Today, like every day, should be no different, with the exception of a little meeting among teachers. Little did I know.
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Anonymous 14/08/18(Mon)12:23 No. 22310 ID: b07e95

more


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Anonymous 14/08/19(Tue)18:59 No. 22321 ID: ffb8ea

>>22245
>>22310

This story hasn't been updated in almost 6 months. Don't hold your breath fellas.


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Anonymous 14/08/29(Fri)16:07 No. 22354 ID: b07e95

>>22321

well thats fucking aids




Sucker for a Pretty Face (mf, inc, 1st, dubcon, slow) AnonyMPC 14/01/13(Mon)01:34 No. 20674 ID: a609fb [Reply] [Last 50 posts]

Hello all, I'm back, with another story. All my stories can be found read at http://www.asstr.org/~AnonyMPC/ if you've forgotten or don't know who I am, but this is a standalone. It also turned out a lot longer than I expected it to when I started. Also, the title's working, I still want to think of something better. And there's not much sex in this, all in all, so I'm not even sure how well it works. But we'll see.

Final disclaimer: This story involves a real brain disorder that real people have. I don't have this disorder, and though I tried to do my research and imagination and represent it as accurately as possible, I'm sure I screwed up somewhere and took artistic liberties in other areas. Luckily, the condition varies quite a bit from person to person in intensity and impact on those with it so I hope any errors can be handwaved away as a particularly idiosyncratic case.

Sucker For A Pretty Face (mf, inc, 1st, dubcon, slow)

Chapter One:

It started on a Friday, of course. What better day to get yourself into trouble, at least for a seventeen-year-old junior with a car? Saturday, maybe, but Saturdays lend themselves to a little milder partying style. Sometimes Fridays are like an elastic band, you've been stretched tight, ready to snap, and, when you've finally break free from the frustrations and boredoms of a week of school, you need to fly as far as you can in the opposite direction. You just want to cut loose and get wild, maybe get lucky, or just do something new. Well, I got wild, fell for a girl, and got myself in a situation I never would have dreamed of the day before, or even hours before.

It all started at school, or actually before class began. I drove us there, us being me and my sister, who was seated in the passenger seat. Once I got my license and the car, it came with the parental expectation that I'd drive her to school, but I did it happily.

I always liked Sarah, even if she was a lowly, dirty freshman. Teasing aside, we always got along well, we're both pretty laid back, low-drama people. She even likes a few bands that aren't total shit. Also, she's a reader like me, although certainly not as much... still, she's one of the few people I can talk books with, when she borrows one of mine, or, more rarely, when I read one of hers. I read Hunger Games on her recommendation, before the movie (she was only eleven when she read it), and it was better than I thought it would be. So I felt close to her, and although I might gripe about having to drive her, for appearance's sake, I actually enjoyed the few minutes where we'd just talk in the car.

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Anonymous 14/02/11(Tue)02:09 No. 21097 ID: 8893ca

OMFG.

http://www.people.com/people/article/0,,20785439,00.html

MPC IRL.


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Anonymous 14/02/11(Tue)08:28 No. 21101 ID: 7a8d50

>>21097

You're thinking of "Wanna Bet"


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Anonymous 14/03/23(Sun)05:51 No. 21407 ID: 4a35ec

>>21095

I can point to at least two or three VNs even within my narrow scope of knowledge that are top-notch reads, and have no branching paths or choices at all. I totally think you could manage, although it might be tough in the style you write in. They're usually written in limited present tense and whatnot, and they read at a distinctly different 'pace' than standard writing.




Thai Futa story (No name right now) Anonymous 14/08/18(Mon)05:47 No. 22306 ID: 33249d [Reply]

Hey, it's been a while since I wrote anything and I feel like doing some. Let me know if anyone is interested in seeing more:

…I have no balls. I am so pathetic.

Sorry. I don’t really know how to do this. This is my first time doing any of this stuff. Ugh, this is hard to do. I can’t stop just talking about how much of a piece of shit I am.


Let’s start again. My name is…not important. I don’t know if I’m really comfortable using any names. I don’t know who is going to read this. I don’t even know if I will ever release this. This may remain as just a text file on my hard drive.

I am a nerd. That part I’m okay with telling you. I’ve had some girlfriends before. I am, as the manager of the dudes in IT Crowd, a standard nerd. I am lanky, I take care of myself okay. I am in my mid 20’s and I work at an office job. I spend most of my time writing useless reports and attending meetings.

What you might not be familiar with is the other stuff about this world. Maybe in 20 years everything will go back to the way it was. There was this gender reassignment drug that came out about 20 years ago. Apparently, it had a negative effect if you also take an antidepressant. The effect is that there are many women that were born that were born with a penis.

Well, there’s a really big reason why I’m talking about this. That reason is Mali. She is the reason why I feel I’m so pathetic. I don’t know who would not given her…endowments.

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Anonymous 14/08/18(Mon)06:00 No. 22307 ID: 33249d

Sorry I should also say this story will be futa on male.


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Anonymous 14/08/19(Tue)09:50 No. 22316 ID: 0ec47e

I am interested in seeing more.




Faerie Tale Anonymous 13/11/07(Thu)22:25 No. 20128 ID: 620eb5 [Reply]

(Miniature f, beast, more if you like)

The world can be a scary place when you're only two feet tall.

Razzly had been lost in the woods for several days, dodging around groups of hunters who were after elk mostly, but probably wouldn't mind hunting her as well if they saw her. Luckily, she was slim and silent and short enough that she stood lower than most men's knees. Her red hair was hidden under a white hood that acted as camouflage in the amount of snow that had piled up.

She crossed the heaps of snow like they were a miniature mountain range, careful to step lightly lest she sink up to her waist or deeper. She was near freezing and getting desperate. Something smelled like civilization nearby and she headed over toward it. Many of the houses and lodges in the woods were either temporarily or permanently abandoned, acting as halfway houses for travelers. Sometimes they left things for the next traveler along, sometimes they cleaned the place out.

She climbed softly over a snow drift and eyed a log cabin that stood against a boulder that jutted out of the snow. It looked as likely a place as any. There were four walls and a roof and there was no light coming from the windows.

Her feet were light and quick as she approached . There was no sound coming from inside and the snow drifts were coming down harder now, so she grabbed a thick twig and jammed it between the door and the frame. She was hoping this was the kind of door that nobody bothered putting a handle on.

Sure enough, with prying force using the twig and her back pushing against it, the door parted just enough for her to squeeze inside before she pulled the twig through and let the door close itself behind her.

Inside the room was a decent size, even for a full sized man if he didn't have much with him. The floor was made of straw on top of wood and somehow that made it feel nicely insulated and warm against her moccasins. This was one of the halfway houses for sure. She could smell how many people had been through here. Maybe three in the last month. Their scent was in the ground and in the walls.
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Anonymous 14/08/13(Wed)15:40 No. 22267 ID: 645a1e

>quarterly bump


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Anonymous 14/08/14(Thu)08:45 No. 22278 ID: 41e2eb

>>21521
May do this, I love the idea of the dog and fairy surviving together in winter.


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Anonymous 14/08/16(Sat)21:26 No. 22295 ID: 5221f4

Good shit. Creative. Love quality beast.




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