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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.




Bully 13/07/10(Wed)13:45 No. 19345 ID: 620eb5 [Reply]

Elisabeth was leading the class into the cobra position, and everyone laid prone on their mats and propped their upper bodies up on their elbows to stretch their back. The rest of the class was of mixed height and physical condition, but Elisabeth herself was rather short at five foot three and somewhat slight at a hundred and twenty pounds. Her brown hair reached the middle of her back as she arched and breathed deeply.

"Inhale and hold: One... Two... Three. Exhale" she led the class.

There was roughly the same number of men in Elisabeth's yoga class as there were women, which was rather staggering, given that the other instructors had largely female students. Her skin glowed a pleasant golden brown and her cheeks were dotted with tan freckles. She led the class into another inhalation and closed her green eyes, arching her back and drawing the eyes of the front row which held mostly the guys.

Her sports bra gave her positively amazing cleavage as it hefted her gorgeous breasts out in front of her. None among them could help but salivate.

After class, Elisabeth bid her students farewell and talked to the remaining stragglers until they finally went home and she checked her phone for messages.

There was a call from her son's school, so she dialed them back and sighed as the secretary explained that her son was being kept in the office after getting into another fight. It wasn't a fight that he had started, of course, it was one that the other kids had instigated.

Her son Matt wasn't really the violent type. He liked video games and swim team and playing in the school jazz band. He was too shy to talk to girls much and had a close group of friends that he always watched movies with and played collectable card games with.

This made him an easy target for some bully she had only heard of second hand named Marcus.
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Anonymous 14/04/24(Thu)10:29 No. 21602 ID: f21af2

My guess is that they'll have a three way Marcus, mother, and girlfriend probably at matts house during his birthday haha.. Poor Matt


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Anonymous 14/07/13(Sun)07:01 No. 22065 ID: c24e04

My guess? Marcus is actually the main character


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Anonymous 14/08/20(Wed)05:30 No. 22323 ID: bc9624

this is the best shit ive read in a long time
is OP dead




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.




Human Trials (TG, m>f, mf, mmf) TG_wave 14/08/13(Wed)16:40 No. 22269 ID: 0e6f23 [Reply]

It's in second person. If you can forgive that sin enjoy and tell me what you think. It's a two-parter although the second one isn't quite done.

Chapter 1: Sins of the Son

You wake up but don’t get out of bed, luxuriating in the free time that being 16 at summer can bring. Your parents are both off on business and your 21 year old sister is home from college, but she won’t bother to get you out of bed. Maybe you’ll throw the football around with the guys this afternoon, hit on some girls at the mall. You’re young, handsome and popular, if you want to lie in bed till noon, you will. However, your stomach growls and regretfully you lumber out of bed and walk to the bathroom.

A shower will perk you up, you think, stomach growling again, and then you can deal with the stomach. Running on automatic you wash your hair, briefly concerned at an odd smell, but then you move on and quickly forget it. You head back to your bedroom and get dressed before heading downstairs to the kitchen. Pouring yourself a bowl of cereal, your sister Karen saunters up to you. She’s 21 and gorgeous with long auburn hair, brilliant green eyes and a large ass, displayed in tight jeans. She looked like you image you would if you were a girl, although your hair is short cropped and your muscular build is the antithesis of her curves, she’s also short, 5’2” to your 5’11”. Her breasts could be bigger, you think absently, but not in a sexual way. She’s your sister after all.

“Hey Marshal,” she says, grabbing the box of Cocoa Puffs as you pour milk into your bowl. “Good shower?”

“Yeah….” What a weirdo. She was in biotech program at school, but you’d never paid close attention, school was for nerds. Social interaction was not her strong suit, which was a shame, since her body would’ve gone a long way in a conversation with any man. Absently you scratch your head and take the cereal to the table. Moments later she joins you, without her cereal, and stares at you as you spoon the puffs into your mouth. After a few more spoonful’s she’s still staring and you’re starting to wonder if she’s even blinked. “Is there something you need Karen?”

“No, I uh… no.” A look of perplexity washes over her face. You continue to scratch your head, trying to get at this strangely persistent itch. “Good,” you answer, “then maybe you should try looking at something else. I’m going out.”

“Oh, nononono. You can’t go out.” The simple statement is mind-blowing, not once in your life have you ever heard her command you. You look at her incredulously, still scratching at the itch that seems to affect every inch of your scalp.
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TG_wave 14/08/13(Wed)17:56 No. 22270 ID: 0e6f23

#none of this is really edited btw. I'm sure irregularities abound.

Chapter 2: Sins of the Father

“What a shitty day of work,” you think as Cecil Brodigan, only father of two, machinist extraordinaire. An issue at the plant has pushed your clock-out time back nearly an hour. Third shift is shitty enough without losing an hour of sleep beyond what you’d inevitably lose from trying to fall asleep in the middle of the day.

“Maybe I’ll take a shower and just head to the bar for a drink or two, I’ve earned it.” Your lazy son and brilliant daughter could figure out supper for themselves, you reason, plus, it had been forever since you’ve had gotten laid. “Even a single father’s working third shift should be able to find tail if I stay out until 6 or so,” you say aloud to yourself in the car. Still attractive for a middle aged man, rugged with minimal gut and great musculature from his years at the plant, it wouldn’t be too hard. Speaking of hard, your pants had tightened at the merest thought of getting laid, another sign that it was more than overdue.

Eventually you arrive at home, racing inside and stripping off the dirty, oil covered clothes and stepping into the shower. In those private moments, your mind turns to your beautiful daughter. Having her back was difficult, she had blossomed into a real beauty and the thoughts of her body sparked something terribly un-fatherly in you. Still you’d never do something like that, even though the stiffy returned, the idea of masturbating to your daughter was just too wrong. Ignoring the rigid cock, you finish showering up, before drying off and getting ready to go out.

You had almost made it to the door when an arm reached out and stopped you. Karen, dressed in a tank top showing way too much cleavage and the shortest shorts that showed her long legs very well, held your arm firmly.

“I have something to tell you dad. I don’t want you to go, I want you to stay in…” With that she began to stroke at your already slightly hard member. You recoil at first, but she persists and your back is against the door. “You’ve been exposed to a gender change solution, you can’t leave. If you stay, I’ll do whatever you want, and I know what you want.”

She was stroking more intently now and if you were even a fraction less horny perhaps you’d be able to resist. You may not believe her about the sex change thing, but one truth you do know is that the raging hard-on in your pants needs to go away. "Alright Karen, I'll stay." Her face relaxes noticeably.
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Puppy Mill (mdom size nc magic petgirl) tSade!O9S.2cqv5k 11/10/03(Mon)01:17 No. 13936 ID: 0b2ce7 [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]

Merrie rushed out the front door, her bag slung over her shoulder and her leather boots scraping on the rough wooden step. She spun around and yanked the door shut. The magical rune below the handle flashed twice, then turned red. Releasing it, she hurried down the small garden and along the wooden boardwalk that ran along the dirt road.

"I'm late, I'm late," she chanted as she cut across the street and headed down Malcom East. Her skirt, the only clean one in the house, was shorter than she normally wore to work; it teased her upper thighs and she felt the warm spring air running past her legs. The brilliant red fabric was light and breezy. It complemented her cream blouse and socks that stopped right below her knees. The only piece of jewelery she wore was a butterfly hairpiece to hold back her curly, blonde hair.

Ten minutes into her bustle, her thighs burned with her efforts to hurry up. She crossed Center Line Road at a diagonal and jumped up on the boardwalk on the far side. The crowds were thicker near the center of the city and she had to push her way around people to make it to work on time.

Ahead, she saw a man standing in the center of the pedestrian traffic, creating a swirl of humanity as they circled around him. He was watching everyone through dark eyes. As she drew closer, she saw he wore studded leather armor and had a sword. She grabbed her handbag and felt a surge of worry. Very few people outside of the city guards wore weapons in town, more so during the middle of the work week.

She ducked her head and passed him. As she did, she heard him speak in a throaty growl. "Oh yeah, that's the one."

Peeking up, she saw him staring straight at her. With a squeak, she snapped her head back forward and pushed her way through the crowds. The look he gave her sickened her stomach and she wanted to get as far away as possible.

She slowed when she saw another man in leather armor standing at the opposite end of the block. His back was too her but doing the same thing as the first, watching the people as they passed.

Merrie came to a stop and turned around. The man behind her had resumed his watching the crowds. Looking around, Merrie spotted another watcher on the far side of the block, opposite of the first. When she saw the third, she knew there would be a fourth.
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tSade!O9S.2cqv5k 14/06/03(Tue)16:55 No. 21876 ID: e1353d

>>21868

Two things mainly. The first is that bonding changed her powers, which causes her to work with the runes more than the pure emotional projection. She wants to use shadow magic because that is what Kine gave her. It is more of a reflexive action. Also, shadow magic (runes) is more effective for less power. You get efficiency and lack of flexibility when you use spells.

The second is that her emotional push is only really effective against submissives. The closer they are to puppies/subs themselves, the more powerfully it can affect them. Front-line fighters and assassins, as a general term, typically aren't submissive enough with her skill at that point in the story.

Thank you for reading!


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TallThinker!9N4nUN7jEY 14/08/08(Fri)02:05 No. 22209 ID: 833a89

>>19071

I thank you very much for not having her use her collar a lot prior to this. The lack of use just made the ending of this chapter exquisite. Bravo.


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tSade!O9S.2cqv5k 14/08/08(Fri)15:15 No. 22219 ID: 2700cc

>>22209
Thank you. It is hard to balance artifacts in most stories and games. I'm glad that I did it about right, while still giving you hints of what the collar was capable of doing.




Fucking Appendix Soli 14/08/06(Wed)06:34 No. 22185 ID: cd8c01 [Reply]

Hey all you perverts. I'm Soli. This is my first attempt at this type of elit, so be gentle. Let me know what you think, and ill keep the dirty flowing for you. Now without further adieu, I give you, Fucking Appendix. Enjoy



I read the words on the screen again, sure I must be misreading them. They couldn't say what I thought they did, and yet there they were.

"Do as I say, or Eve dies."

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I guess it really started the day my little sister, Eve, came down with appendicitis. Though she was never exactly bubbly, she was always generally cheerful, and rarely complained about anything. Even though she was three years younger, fourteen to my seventeen, we were always close, possibly owing to the fact we were both enrolled in an online form of homeschooling.

That's why when I came in to the living room and found her curled up on the couch looking less than happy, I decided to try and cheer her up. "What's wrong sis, got the red tide blues?" I teased as I plopped down beside her and gave her a playful nudge in the side.

I expected a playful smack, or maybe a throw pillow to live up to its name. What I got instead, was a yelp of pain from Eve, as she squeezed into a tighter ball and tears began to stream down her cheeks.
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Soli 14/08/06(Wed)08:52 No. 22188 ID: cd8c01

Thanks for the input. It might not be quite as it seems from the little intro. Then again it might be. I posted this mostly to see if anyone is interested. As I'm sure you can tell it's unedited. This thread is primarily to gauge interest before I delve into editing and serious writing. And I'll likely repost a more polished version, along with the next chapter or two soon.


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Anonymous 14/08/06(Wed)10:46 No. 22189 ID: b80eb4

Hey, I enjoyed it a lot. Let's see where it goes! But please promise this: if you start a story, even a short one, please end it and don't leave it unfinished like a ton here!


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Soli 14/08/06(Wed)22:15 No. 22195 ID: cd8c01

Ha yeh, unfinished stories drive me nuts. I'm also terribly impatient with projects such as writing, so it will likely be posted as quickly as I can write/edit it. I'm pleased to say I'm almost finished editing the first chapter, and I'll likely start the second tonight.




Military Brats (B/S Incest) Chalc 14/07/30(Wed)03:44 No. 22136 ID: cb7628 [Reply]

This is my first time writing. LMK your honest opinions, and if there is any interest I'll gladly continue the story.

Growing up as a military brat, my parents moved us around a lot. We would be stationed in a country for three to four years and then be on our way again because Dad's job required him too. I don't understand the whole let us leave you here for a quick tour idea, but my parents loved it because they got to travel the world for free, and it was their dream to do so. Growing up I remember my older sister complaining about how she would always lose her friends when we moved, and how far away we were from “normal” people (I think she meant Americans). I never really had an issue with it, because I am your typical male teen who plays video games and now with the way the internet is, I am never without friends when I am home.


This past year we just moved to Okinawa and let me tell you I love it here. The people are amazingly friendly, the food is amazing, the cars are everything a young boy dreams of, and of course there is an abundance of arcades. Luckily for me, my parents moved us over here in the summer instead of during the middle of the school year. That meant plenty of time for me and my sister to look around the island together, see the sites with our parents, and to relax at the house in the air conditioning.


My sister Tori is your typical popular girl when it comes to school. Everybody always notices her when she enters a room, I think it's mainly because she is 5'10”, has platinum blonde hair that went to her waist, a perfect tan year round and piercing sapphire blue eyes. Or maybe its because she has a perfect body from being a year swimmer and being a health nut. She was the definition of the trophy daughter always getting the top marks in her classes and being a champion athlete. On the other hand I'm not much to look at. I'm 5'11” with brown hair and light hazel eyes, a few scars from skateboarding back when we lived in Germany, athletic build from playing sports my parents forced me into, and of course my glasses from staring at computer monitors from the age of 15 on up.


Now being that I spent a lot of time at home and my sister was the social butterfly of the family, I knew I was going to be the one to help unload everything in the house and to help bring boxes to all the different rooms. I got my room done first as to allow myself to get my computer set up before anybody could tell me to go out and socialize. My mom asked me to help with the kitchen while she made me a lunch of tuna sandwiches and some chips, to which I obliged her since I was starving from unloading my room.


After I was done eating, my mom assigned me the impossible task of unloading my sisters room for her so she could set up her clothes, trophies, and all the other bullshit a female needs while shes in hi Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Anonymous 14/07/31(Thu)21:59 No. 22154 ID: 83304f

Grade C for having decent sentence structure.
And it's deliver great content, then get appreciated for it. Not the other way around.


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militarybrat2 14/08/02(Sat)09:05 No. 22164 ID: 641f11

Hey OP, I lived in Germany a while too, Ramstein. Almost went to Okinawa afterwards, interesting haha


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Anonymous 14/08/06(Wed)02:33 No. 22183 ID: 18cfcc

MOAR pls




The Game MuchAnon 14/08/01(Fri)12:41 No. 22159 ID: 67546e [Reply]

"So, are you in?"

She closed her eyes in concentration, considering. It seemed pretty high risk... but with similarly high rewards. And, really, she wasn't satisfied with her career - flipping burgers with an art degree is very similar to flipping burgers without, except even less fulfilling and rewarding - the student loans ate up much of the income.

"It's just one month, right?"
"Yes."
"So... twenty-eight days?"

The man gave a broad grin, which made it seem like his head split in two for a moment. High cheekbones, long black hair tied into a ponytail, a greek nose and steel-grey eyes lent him a stern air.

"Well, aren't you the clever one, already having wriggled out of nine point seven percent of the original task. Sure! Twenty-eight days. Be here before midnight - as that is when the day officially ends - twenty-eight days from now, and you'll have won. As simple as that. Of course, if you don't..."

He returned his attention to his plate, picking out another piece of lobster, shortly breaking the carapace and sucking out the white meat. Twenty-eight days. Twenty-eight changes to her being, then. Of course, when she won she could simply ask to have them undone. Twenty-eight days... Not very long a sacrifice for a complete change in quality of life. Not like she had other options in that regard, either: she had had no success with her art yet (the traditionalists had told her it was too contemporary, the contemporarists too avant-garde and the avant-gardists too traditional). Getting another degree would leave her with twice the mountain of debt, with no way to pay her existing one in the meantime.

She let out a sigh of defeat. "Fine. I accept."
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Anonymous 14/08/02(Sat)04:40 No. 22162 ID: fac323

Could be good, but way too short to really be worth posting yet


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Anonymous 14/08/02(Sat)11:26 No. 22166 ID: 9ab35b

>>22159
I like where this is going




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