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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.




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.




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