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Tacit Approval (Mg, etc. You know the drill by now, right?) Univited/Uncle Rick 14/08/13(Wed)13:30 No. 22256 ID: b85b7f [Reply]

Sat down to write an update for The Laws of Hospitality. This came out instead. It's kind of a spiritual successor to Uncle Rick.

It's 25,926 words, which is my longest single post. Just for reference, that amounts to more than 50 pages of single-spaced 12 point Times New Roman. Anyway, buckle up, this is gonna take a while.

*** *** *****

How do you convey the depth of a relationship like the one I have with Megan? You've never listened to her sing in the next room over, tactically replacing certain lyrics with the most filthy language imaginable. You haven't watched her sob over the body of a tiny chick that got shoved out of the nest to die. You've never felt her tremble in your arms because she heard the neighbors have another shouting match. You've never had her jump on your bed like a trampoline at four in the morning so she could tell you all about the amazing sex she'd just had with her best friend's father.

Most people would call my mother crazy because she joined a cult, relinquished all ties to her family, me included, turned over all her worldly wealth to the Leader, and handed me over to be a plaything for the Elders. Honestly, I could probably find it in my heart to forgive her all that, if she hadn't also stuck me with the name Angus. I was the new kid, and I was 'favored' by the elders, which did absolutely nothing to endear me to the other kids in the enclave. Every time I walked by, they'd moo at me, and push me down, or punch me in all the places where it wouldn't show. Almost all of them were in on it, all except Megan. She was only older than me by three months, but she was my protector, the one who explained the way things were, the one who put on the brave face so I wouldn't be afraid, the one who got the other kids to stop. She was the leader's favorite, and none of the other kids were willing to cross her outright.

It was only later, once we were almost in our teens that I realized just how much that favoritism had cost her. I'd been taken by the elders, and not always gently, but Megan could make me believe it was all for some greater purpose, or even a sort of game. For her, there was no illusion. She'd lived in the enclave her whole life, and the leader had started grooming her while she was still in diapers. There were rumors that she was his daughter, but that might just be because they both had Native American blood. Her heritage gave her long dark hair that fell straight down to her mid-back, intense dark eyes, long delicate features and limbs, and her personality gave her natural grace and charisma in spades. She was by far the prettiest girl in the enclave. I overheard some of the elders talking about how much they wanted her, but the Leader had long since staked his claim, and behind closed doors he dropped the benevolent act.

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Univited/Uncle+Rick 14/08/15(Fri)13:44 No. 22285 ID: 35fb7a


That's why I look for highly critical beta readers for my real stories, keep me from getting too far up my own ass. I agree, it's kinda like I mashed two ideas together, and they just don't really work. I wanted a relationship where a mom would know, but allow. I should have realized when I was writing that these characters deserved better, but I was too determined, and I got more tired as I went along.

Incidentally, this is pretty much exactly the same thing I always criticize Orson Scott Card for. He's so determined to play with his pet scientific or philosophical concept that he doesn't respect his own characters personalities.

Like I said, I agree with ya. If I'd read this, I'd have been disappointed too.

Anonymous 14/08/16(Sat)03:12 No. 22288 ID: c65dfe

It feels like you skipped a bit.
>"I spent the rest of the party tossing Chloe and her friends in the pool."
Never established that a party was even happening.

Shadow 14/09/22(Mon)09:06 No. 22475 ID: 3756c5

I really liked the depth of the relationship between Megan and Angus. I wish I could have a relationship like that. And I don't mind the rich bit so much because there needs to be a way to spend a lot of time with a child and that's hard if you're working. And it's a work of fiction, so reality can be stretched or dropped as needed. I wouldn't work if I didn't have to.

I actually like this story more than >>22364 but I do like them both. That one is like a candy bar: a little nutty, a little sweet, and a fun romp. This story is more like a big piece of cake (or cheesecake or pie or whatever). It takes some more to get through, but is ultimately more emotionally satisfying.

Both stories are great, and I hope to see more from you sir!

Standard Candles - a series of short stories in space Deep Thirteen 14/06/30(Mon)10:16 No. 22004 ID: 713612 [Reply]

--Flotsam and Jetsam--

'The Queen's Honor' drifts with the azure light of Heracia's star at her stern. A mighty vessel that has been witness and participant to battles for almost a full century, now sails to signal the beginning of a new era of peace before she is decommissioned from the fleet.

Inside old soldiers, politicians, the well-to-do, and their servants revel in drink, song, dance, and good spirits. Below them, past old and empty hangars and ammunition stores trudge Gabriel and Ninza, stalwart fleet engineers, assigned lower deck maintenance for this final flight.

"Christ she's got a big ass," Huffs Gabriel as he lifts his tool kit back onto his shoulders. Standing a sturdy six feet tall, with a somewhat athletic build suitable for a battleship engineer, he's a fine olive skinned and dark haired example of the human race.

Ninza, a female of the Finara, comes in at three and a half feet tall with a slim build that betrays powerful muscles beneath teal colored skin with stripes of color running from her forehead to down the back of her neck. She stares up at him for a moment in confusion, before an almost visible light of realization shines in her eyes. "Ah! You mean the ship! I forget that your people refer to vessels as female sapients. Curious, as I would think anything built for war would be considered more masculine for a species where the males are larger."

"Hell if I know why," he said while looking down at the electronic cigarette holder he just pulled from his pocket. Thumbing the display controls he grumbled when he saw he was almost empty. Before he could open it however a small blue-green finger came into his field of view and pressed against the lid.

"You know you shouldn't," Ninza said softly.

Gabriel tried not to look at her, because he knew exactly what face she was making. That face that convinced him to join the fleets engineering corps. That face that convinced him not to gamble his commission on the Dergag fights. That face that he saw when he closed his eyes during a fire fight that kept him fighting.
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Deep Thirteen 14/08/27(Wed)22:37 No. 22351 ID: 93f1c9

Standard Candles: Season to Taste

It was a late night in August in the coastal town of Greensborough, Maine. There, beneath her sheets, a young woman named Sarah Hollinday shuddered and shook as the clock struck 3:35 am. Coated in sweat and huffing for air, she tossed and turned in a desperate search of comfort. Finally, her every limb outstretched, she unleashed a low almost frustrated howl before going limp. As the clock ticked on she eventually turned over with eyes barely open and sighed, "not again..."

With motions a sloth would envy she made her way, however shaky, to her feet. Eventually she shuffled on uncooperative legs to her bathroom and stripped off the sweat stained garments that stuck to her body. With a twinge her panties were tugged away from where they'd found themselves embedded, quite firmly. She tried not bothering with them a few nights ago and the resultant mess had made her regret it.

She flopped into her bathtub and, with her feet, turned on the looming shower head, sighing as the cool water fell onto her heated skin. It was then the processes of her mind began to run once more. It'd been a month now since this aching frustration had made itself manifest whenever she slept. Visions of passionate, almost aggressive, sexual encounters with various people she'd come to know since her days of High School. Dreams so vivid they left her sore inside and out and always just on the edge with no finale. Of course afterwards she would set about trying to 'adlib' her own ending, but sadly for all her rubbing, pushing, prodding, tugging, and otherwise, she was left frustrated and climaxless. She'd even purchased some 'assistance' from the extranet in the form of a 'extraterrestrial marital aid' in the hopes that something completely foreign to her anatomy would be the breakthrough she needed.

Of course if that had worked she wouldn't be in the tub right that moment.

Soon she shut off the flow of water, made it back onto her feet, and dried herself off. On her way back to a no doubt soggy cold bed she looked at herself in a full length mirror.

She was a little heavier than most girls at five and a half feet, but still what one would consider 'shapely'. Still she tugged on her belly flesh somewhat ruefully before moving on and posing slightly in the mirror. She was attractive by the modern standard of that sort of thing, soft curly brown hair on her head town to her shoulders matched by rich chocolate hued eyes. Freckles dotted the slightly tan skin on her cheeks and shoulders. Small pink and slightly puffy peaks to her handful worthy breast, hips made for dancing and swaying, a rear to match.

A thread of confidence laid there, she was well within the ratio of desirability. If she wanted she could probably easily find someone who'd happily aid in ending her month lon Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

Anonymous 14/08/28(Thu)07:21 No. 22352 ID: f5b1c2

Nice, if a bit cliche. Was kind of hoping the whole orgasm denial thing was some kind of parasite trying to make her get laid.
Also, you're still mixing past and present tense, sometimes in the same sentence.

Shadow 14/09/22(Mon)07:46 No. 22473 ID: 3756c5

I find these stories quite charming. Especially the second one. The first one is sweet, but not something I'd read all the time. The third is a good grieving story, but I have a hard time imagining Fali at times.

In any case, I look forward to seeing more from you good sir.

Chaperone Dorsea 14/09/18(Thu)01:43 No. 22451 ID: ebd7e7 [Reply]

Chloe shoved her way through that double metal doors on the way out of the auditorium and into the main lobby. She was on cloud nine. She had moved here at the very tail end of the summer in order to be closer to her daughter’s college, and also because Lake Weenauk was a gorgeous mountain town with several highly rated school districts for her to apply to.

She had dropped an application here at G.L.Winters for the drama teacher opening with the understanding that they had already made a decision to hire an older professor with a Ph.D., but a call had come early last week that Dr. Kitchner had suffered a stroke and, while still alive and well, had decided to take it easy and allow himself to retire.

After two interviews, the principal had made his decision and extended the job to her in the hopes that her youthful energy would make up for the absence of such a seasoned drama teacher as Dr. Kitchner. Besides, the school year had started already and they needed someone else fast.

As Chloe approached the lobby doors, they suddenly swung open hard and her hands drove back into her chest. She staggered and fell to the floor, dropping her portfolios and the notebook full of lesson plans she had come to show the principal so he’d know she knew what she was doing.

Three teenage boys in polo shirts and checkered shorts stood on the welcome mat looking surprised to see her laying there in a pile of papers. The one who had shoved the door open into her face was the first to move, and offered his hand to her.

“I’m so sorry, let me help you up” he said and she took it without really looking at him.

He lifted her with one arm onto her feet so quickly she almost shouted and looked up into his face. She was especially short for an adult, standing a meager 5 even, but this boy was especially tall as well. Chloe had opened her mouth to say that it was alright and to be more careful, but was left at a loss for words. He was easily over six feet tall and had a chiseled jaw and tan skin, long, shaggy blonde hair and he had a roguish expression on his face.

She realized he still had her hand in his and shook it away, “Thanks for the hand”, she said blushing and taking a step back.
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Anonymous 14/09/18(Thu)04:29 No. 22454 ID: f5b1c2

Why does nobody tag anything any more?

Anonymous 14/09/18(Thu)13:20 No. 22455 ID: 36e3b1

So much this

Shadow 14/09/22(Mon)02:25 No. 22471 ID: 3756c5

Please continue.

Milk and Honey (Mg, loli, mild discipline, voyeurism, first) Anonymous 14/09/16(Tue)11:23 No. 22442 ID: 89aba0 [Reply]

See, I have a thing for art with interesting poses, images that make me ask, what the hell is going on?

And sometimes, I have to write the story down. Like all my best, this one came to me in one big chunk.

I tried to attach one of the images that inspired me, but I can't make that work. Let me know how, if you want to see them.

No, the story doesn't make sense. No, I haven't done much editing. No, I probably won't mess with it much more; I've wasted two days on it, and really need to get some work done. Besides, my dick is starting to wear out, I always fap a lot when I've got a story cranking out as hot and heavy as this one did.

As seems to be best for much of my stuff, just accept the premise and let it roll.

Codes: Mg, loli, mild discipline, voyeurism, first. Other stuff that would be spoilers, especially MC, sort of, but not like anything I've ever seen anywhere else, given that I don't usually like mind control stories.

Stroke story, I hope.

I crave feedback, it is like honeymilk to me. Tell me if I'm doing it right, correct me otherwise so I can get better.
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Anonymous 14/09/16(Tue)14:22 No. 22443 ID: f5b1c2

Too much why, not enough how.

Anonymous 14/09/17(Wed)07:47 No. 22447 ID: 89aba0

Thanks for reading, and for the feedback!

"Not enough how"? Can you give an example?

(I'll note I'm not entirely satisfied with this one in the cold light of day, myself. The scene at Sneed's is OK, but the rest...meh. Telling not showing.)

Anonymous 14/09/17(Wed)18:28 No. 22449 ID: 36e3b1

I think his point is that you have a whole lot of text talking about this sexual fantasy phenomenon, but the actual "action" part of it takes up barely half of it. Too much exposition.

For my part, I just want you to not write "turgid font" ever again. TThat's disgusting, man.

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.



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.

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

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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?

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.

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

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


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.


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

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.

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)


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.


"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.

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.)

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

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.

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

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

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


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]


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.

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.

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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