by request of Tobacco Juice on flatchan, who asked me to make a fic out of his pics he's drawn. With his approval, here's the finished product!

A man meets a precocious little girl

Link to fic: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1cy23gXeRBhIiwSPlf5wrIhaeD34L18SJ_4C_Z4NNnGM/edit?hl=en_US
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When I saw her, I only smiled and thought to myself, “Kids these days.” Given how warm it was, it wasn't what she was wearing that was unusual, heck, it was down-right normal by today's standards.

A simple, small girlish orange tank-top with a blue pleated skirt and pink sandals.

Normal, what wasn't normal though, was her body language when she looked my way. Pulling the Popsicle she sucked on from her mouth, she gave me a smile. A smile that only a little girl like her could give, but part of that smile was something that was distinctly much older, as she moves her hand holding the Popsicle and dropping her shoulder in such a way to cause the strap of her tank-top to fall, exposing more of her prepubescent chest, teasing me with the barest hint of her left nipple, revealing just enough that I could see the difference in color of her milky white skin and pink nipple.

If that wasn't enough, the little girl gave another tease, spreading her right leg outward and lifting her skirt just enough to flash me her panties, an even orange matching her top.

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Long time poster, new name.
Content: Rape, gore, drug usage, violence, gender fuck, ff,fm, what the fuck ever.


The world as we know it is a dangerous place; violence, anger and pain…everywhere; but what if the monsters that lurk in our minds and our hearts were real? What if instead of hiding in the shadows of our nightmares and imaginings, they stood at the head of our empires. In a time far from the one we know now, our world has long been decimated by nuclear war, and this is the new order.

For a long time post war it still wasn’t like this, before the drug. Their existence was made initially, the mystics, the fay and the…darker beings could no longer hide, and they kept away mostly leaving humanity to its fear and wanderings. And then the drug, it made the world live again through the eyes of its users, it blew fresh air into their lungs and magic into their fingertips, but came at a great cost. The drug, intended for Fay creatures, ravaged through weak humans destroying soul, mind and body. A world of ashes soon rose to be an empire overcome and conquered by violence, sex, thievery and addiction; shallow monotonous and empty the society struggles with its self as it desperately tries to rebuild from the wreckage of our mistakes and rage. The new government and law are helpless and useless.

The epicenter of the drugs devastation is the city, nameless, both feared and revered by the inhabitants of the surrounding scatterings of villages and towns, people who ventured to the city would rarely return, and if they did, came back greatly disturbed and altered. In the middle of it all, the source of the pain, sickness and misery is a man by the name of Iasic Nerin, known simply by the zombified masses as Mr. N, is the creator of the mutagen drug, stolen and then greatly altered from the ancient fay culture, ph , that stunted and deformed the regrowth of humanity. For decades he has run the city in hiding.

Somewhere, in the city, a boy plans, a father searches and a body lies beneath a bridge.




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I saw this story elsewhere on the internet and people on the IRC expressed interest, so decided to post it here.

"It's Only Incest If..."

http://pastebin.com/AqkspVEd

It's Only Incest If...
by Lubrican

Terri sat in front of the mirror and dried her hair. She had to rub a clear spot on the foggy mirror from time to time. That's because Bobby was still in the shower.

He had been waiting patiently, sitting on the chair at the dressing table when she got finished with her own shower. She'd stepped out naked, glistening with water droplets and his eyes had raked over her, as they always did, as they had for as far back as when she was thirteen and he was twelve.

That's why she stayed in the bathroom and dried her hair, instead of just going to her room and letting it dry on its own.

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This is beautiful beyond description. Randomly generated PREMIUM CONTENT, and by PREMIUM CONTENT I mean lulzy-ass shit that seems to have been written by horny weeaboos with cerebral palsy.
http://www.fiftyshadesgenerator.com/

This story is my first ever attempt at writing an erotic story. It's very rough at the moment and it hasn't been edited properly.
It's centered around transformation, cat/dog girl, ff, furry and bestiality.
It's kinda slow in the beginning but i'm interested in plot and character development and feedback on such.

Be as brutal as you like but keep it clean, constructive please because there is no use telling me it's shit without telling me what exactly didn't work and why.

Thank you.







Chapter 1
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As I walked through the moonlit forest I pondered deep philosophical thoughts. But then I said screw it and reminisced about my last sexual encounter. Suddenly overcome with horniness, I felt the need to stop and masturbate. Slipping off my red thong, I reached up through my leather skirt and found my clit. I began to feel the intensity and I had to lean against a tree as I fingered and rubbed myself.
I heard a rustle of leaves, but thinking it was probably just a squirrel I ignored it. Suddenly, I felt hot breath on the back of my neck. Paralyzed with fear, all I could do was stand there while the hot breath moved from my neck to my ear. I managed to turn my head slightly until I was face to face with a long black snout and green eyes. It was a werewolf. And he was jacking off.
As our eyes met he snarled, grabbed me, and threw me to the ground. Then he rammed his 10 inch member into me. He humped rapidly and I could feel myself getting wetter. He was hurting me and I struggled to get up, but he only pinned me down harder, fucked faster, and growled. I was helpless. And I liked it.

( b+/F ), superhero, preteen, straight shota, mind control, maledom, nonconsensual, coercion, oral, big breasts )

Quantum Woman circled in the skies above a large wooded park in an eastern part of the Bronx, which she often patrolled due to common robbings by the Wild Wackers gang of low-level powered thugs. Her Quantum Vision wasn't picking up any crimes, so she circled in closer. "Hmmm" she thought "might just be a waste of my time." She was starting to turn into the northeast, when she saw... ah. She circled and touched down, her volleyball-sized breasts bouncing heavily as she landed feet-first on the soft grass.

What she had seen, from above, was four preteen boys playing along some abandoned electrical equipment. One of the boys was even holding a downed power line... she shuddered.

"Now what do you think you're doing?" She stood in her best "angry teacher" pose, her arms crossed just under her boobs and one eye arched as she looked out the boys. "That equipment is dangerous!"

The four young boys stared at her. The oldest one had just turned thirteen, but they were just as obsessed with sex and boobs as any boy that age. The seemed to be middle-class kids, dressed in hoodies and jeans. They had been daring each other to touch wires and the various bits of metal that stuck out here and there. Still staring at her in shock, one of them dropped the power cord he was holding. "H-holy crap, it's Quantum Girl!"

Samantha stared. The words "It's Quantum WOMAN, you little idiot!" began to form on her full lips, but she managed to restrain herself just in time. "Er, yes, it's me. Now, if you could just put down the very dangerous wires and things, and follow me." With that, she turned and walked to a wooded section where she could properly lecture them on electrical safety. Inside, she was fuming. Not once had any of the boys' gazes come anywhere near her face. It wasn't as if her face wasn't lovely, even though it was covered by a mask. Stupid horny little punks. For their part, the boys -- acting on some urge hard-wired into their young brains -- looked down when she turned away from them. Alas, her plump ass was covered by her cape. The younger three, all twelve, looked at the eldest and a quickly whispered argument began. Finally, they dropped all of the not-fun-anyways crap and followed someone almost as old as all of their mothers behind a line of bushes.

Quantum Woman forced herself to smile. Her enhanced senses had heard every word, of course, so the phrases like "Look at her boobies!" and "My Mom says she's a slut, wearing that stuff." and "A... slut, really?" and then the leader's "Let's just go, guys, I got my cell. Maybe I can snatch a picture." were drilled into her head. She turne Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

In the hope of improving my (and maybe others') writing, I'd like a thread about the things that people don't like to read in dirty stories. What quirks of writing do you find distracting enough to break your concentration? What do you really wish writers would stop doing? What is the written equivalent of focussing on a hairy arse and scrotum?

For me, the main offender is dialogue written in a comic-book style. When every grunt, moan and scream is spelled out phonetically and 'no' is spelled with at least three o's. Even worse when it's written in all-caps, and punctuated with an ellipsis every other word.

How about you?

Hello there 7chan! Today I found a nice little story that's still somewhat new. I'm not the original author of course. But I'd still like to share it with y'all. From what I can tell the author started writing this story in March and did a follow up in June. If y'all really like this story please go to the original source

located here: http://www.hentai-foundry.com/story-7046.html

and give him/her your support. Hopefully he/she will continue the story much sooner with us asking for more. Anyways, enjoy!

Tags: Futanari, Shemale, Intersexed, Exhibitionism, Anal, Excessive Cum, Public Masturbation, Outdoor Sex, Autofellatio
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Chapter One: A Change of Routine

A very slight breeze picked up on the worn footpath, whistling over grassy nature-strips and through miniature hedges positioned out the front of many houses. It was very dark; streetlights cast conical splotches of light across the asphalt road, and cars sat lifeless in the driveways of the local residences. The moon was out, of course, casting its revealing glow across the suburbs. The high-rising lights of a local shopping centre’s car park were still on, a couple streets over, visible over the tops of trees. The street was paved level, perfectly flat, and the white lane strips were still a brilliant, untarnished white.

It wasn’t a cold night, rather temperate, where the confines of her coat clung humidly to her neck and sides. The breeze was cool, though, as it washed refreshingly over her milky cheeks and played around her elegant, sculpted calves. A single belt held the coat shut around her trim waist, and her arms hugged over it. Her manicured fingers tugged and curled in on its elbows, knuckles white with tension. Her chest thumped with a giddy kind of anxiety. She’d resigned herself to the seat about an hour earlier, to try and calm her heart, but nothing quenched its excitement. All the sixty minutes of slow breathing had gotten her was a cold rump from the bench and a growing sense of dread.
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Finally here it begins... My Private Camwhore IV.

Posting will be slow, it's technically still in editing, and I'll be doing that in between posting. Might even take a week or two to complete posting.

If you've been waiting for it for a long time, rest assured... you will be disappointed! Let's just get that out of the way first. It won't live up to expectations, is probably not raunchy enough for most of your tastes, and I'm pretty sure I'm just coasting on the good receptions of the previous installment.

Oh, speaking of which, if you haven't read any of those previous installments:

My Private Camwhore: http://www.asstr.org/~AnonyMPC/MyPrivateCamwhore1.html
My Private Camwhore II: Blackmailers Incorporated: http://www.asstr.org/~AnonyMPC/MyPrivateCamwhore2.html
My Private Camwhore III: Project Girlfriend: http://www.asstr.org/~AnonyMPC/MyPrivateCamwhore3.html

And now, let me present:

My Private Camwhore IV: Kinship and Rivals (mf, Mf, M+f+, inc, prost, nc, blackmail)
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