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Dragon Witch and the Princess Anonymous 14/03/04(Tue)09:56 No. 21291 ID: a7dc66 [Reply]

not my story.

futa/loli, futa/female, parody: sleeping beauty

Chapter 0 - A fated Meeting

The Dragon Witch and the Princess


Written by Silent Soul Ken
Idea inspired by Once and Again
Beta’d by Slicerness

Prologue
A fated meeting
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Anonymous 14/03/13(Thu)08:07 No. 21354 ID: ab2d9f

this is awesome...but stay away from that giant genital shit


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Anonymous 14/03/13(Thu)12:27 No. 21356 ID: f5b1c2

Psh, they weren't THAT big.
Pretty good OP, aside from a few apparent autocorrect errors and minor sentence structure issues. Do want more.


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Anonymous 14/06/19(Thu)08:38 No. 21965 ID: 58f343

The Dragon Witch and the Princess
Written by SSK
Beta’d by Slicerness

Chapter 2
Temptation

It had been a month since Aurora began helping Maleficent again. While Aurora helped Maleficent never shot as much cum as she had that one day. Aurora was confused but stayed silent, dutifully performing her self-appointed task.

Maleficent was another story all together. She had been plagued with dreams of grabbing the young Aurora with a large bust and bum and plowing into her with savage and feral lust. She would awaken with her cock erect forming a tent and her sheet’s soaked with spilt seed. It also didn’t help that the girl was getting better at that bizarre dance every day and her actions were becoming lewder with every motion. There was also the fact that Maleficent had finally placed the girls room directly across from her own as part of her plans. There was one more step she needed to take, and that was to bathe with her.

However Maleficent’s desires as well as her prick had been growing. Before she had been a modest 14 inches hard, now she was 16 inches, and her balls had swelled up by half an inch and were sometimes over filled. She had to visit her dungeons more frequently than she ever had in her entire life and unfilled fairy pussy was becoming scarce. She was afraid that soon her desires would take over and she would plow the young girl and impregnate her earlier than planned. No, it was too soon, it would ruin her plans and if there was one thing Maleficent hated it was her plan being ruined.

Now she stood sat on her bed her body sore and hurting, having just returned from fucking yet another 28 fairies and bloating them with cum. Her cock ached so much it was painful to touch and it didn’t help that she hadn’t gotten any magic supplements for the potions lately. Her dick was too sore and large ugly veins were appearing, showing its abuse. It was pretty obvious she couldn’t get hard anymore otherwise she’d seriously damage herself. She just hoped Aurora wasn’t planning anything silly.

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My 8th Summer CH-1 (M/b, NO Sex, Light CD, mostly true) Taylor 13/07/07(Sun)07:47 No. 19334 ID: 2f2cd6 [Reply]

Chapter 1- this story is mostly true, some details have been changed here and there but the important stuff is all there. It starts very slow, didn't realize how slow until I re-read it. The pace will pick up as it goes along, just had to set the stage.



Chapter 1
Paw-Paw’s Habits and the Old House

My name is Taylor, I am an only child but not by my mother’s choice, my birth was problematic and the doctors advised my parents not to try again. My mother was heartbroken but reconciled herself to just having a son even though she really wanted a daughter too. My father was a salesperson for a textile manufacturer and traveled a couple weeks a month.

My mom and I were really close; we spent most days at the pool during the summer months and she’d take me everywhere with her. I guess she projected her desire for a daughter on me somewhat because I loved shopping. We’d go to the mall a couple times a week and hit up all the clothing stores. She would take me into the fitting rooms with her and let me try on clothes and ohh and ahh at me. It was around the time I was 5 or 6 that I started trying on girl’s clothes sometimes too. She loved to see me in flowery dresses or a skirt and a cute top. She would smile like a proud mother when a salesperson at one of the stores told her how pretty her daughter was. Funny, she didn’t buy me girl’s clothes though. It was our little “shopping secret”.

She also let my hair grow to an unfashionable length for a boy. I had light blond hair, almost white, to my shoulders full of ringlet curls. It was often in a ponytail and when my father was out of town she would put it in pigtails when we went shopping. I never really thought about being a girl. I just loved to make my mom happy and it was fun playing dress up. Looking back I can still remember the tingly feeling of being in the dressing room wearing a cute dress with some Mary Janes and my hair in pigtails. It was a great time for me and for her. I think my willingness to be her “daughter” for our shopping trips kept her from being as upset about not being able to have another child.

When I entered kindergarten my mother went back to work. She was a teacher so we had the same schedule, off for holidays and summer vacation. We still went shopping and I still did my best to be both a good son and a good daughter. My mother had bought me a few pairs of panties by this time with strict orders to never wear them when my father was home and she kept them hidden in a box in her closet mixed in with her shoes. I’d wear the panties around the house and sometimes sneak a pair out of the box and wear them to school under my shorts. I didn’t do it for sexual reasons, other than the tingle it gave me to wear panties. I guess, even at 6-7 years old, I realized it was “wrong” for a boy to wear girls panties. My mother knew it was wrong too, we’ve talked about it i Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Anonymous 13/07/15(Mon)08:54 No. 19369 ID: 3e6bc0

More please


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Anonymous 13/09/03(Tue)10:22 No. 19634 ID: 90233a

Mooooaaaar. Cant wait to see what happens especially since you claim it to be a true story.


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Anonymous 14/06/18(Wed)22:33 No. 21963 ID: 5cd61f

when did this story start, bc I can't read ameridates.. or britdates ,- ) or even sweddates :P)?

anyhow: contributing with chromaticism of the sheer time-consuming ordeal it is to read this shit, hope it can be somewhat easier to TYPE it out, so WE CAN GET ..

get get get get get get get ..moar?




Soccer Mom and a Bully (Netorare) Anonymous 14/05/27(Tue)03:15 No. 21834 ID: 2cee88 [Reply]

“Coach! Colin tripped me!" I whined, as usual the coach wasn't paying any attention to the game he was too busy looking at the soccer mom on the field, my mom.

"No I didn't I was trying to get the ball! he's just being a crybaby." Colin retorted, but it didn't matter either way, the coach was clearly uninterested in the event and was mainly just annoyed with the interruption of his gawking.

"Quit the belly-aching Jessie, sometimes your going to scrape a knee or bruise an elbow, it's sports son! man up!"

"Yeah, girl name, stop whining." Colin gnarled which received a hearty amount of laughter from the other kids on the team and topped it off with an infuriating smirk, obviously pleased with getting away with another jab at my pride. Colin was the same age as me, but he sure didn't look like it. He was 6 foot tall, well built and handsome, blonde hair, blue eyes, the whole shebang and a real jerk to boot. No wonder all the girls liked him. Me on the other hand, pretty much the exact opposite at 5'3 I was a skinny, pale, nerdy loser and Colin liked to make sure I knew it. Suffice to say, I wasn't a hit with the ladies either the only time I ever asked a girl out was for a school dance and she literally laughed in my face.

As I got up and wiped the grass and dirt from my knees and palms I heard the coaches whistle blow, it was break time. all the kids rushed to the sidelines to have some snacks and something to drink. Every week one of the parents got the duty of providing snacks and drinks and just generally being around to help out during the soccer practices, this week it was my moms turn. there were two small picnic tables for everybody to eat at, I went to sit down with the one my mom was at but it was full before I got there. she looked at me and shrugged lightly, nothing to do about it, I guess I'll have to go sit at the other table with the coach.

From where I was sitting I had a good view of my moms table, and I saw her sitting across from Colin and talking with him. all the other kids at that table were chatting amongst themselves but Colin and my mom were having a pretty involved conversation with each other. it seemed like they were having a pretty good time, they were laughing and joking together, one might even think they were flirting with each other. Why is she chatting with him? Didn't she see what a jerk he was? didn't she see how he tripped me during practice? he did stuff like that all the time but I was always too ashamed to tell her about it. Then I noticed something else, he reached over the table and casually put his hand on top of hers. I expected her to pull away immediately and say something but she didn't instead she looked down at his hand, looked up at him and blushed she looked almost bashful. he pulled his hand away before anybody noticed or it became unco Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Anonymous 14/06/14(Sat)07:32 No. 21940 ID: 27eddb

>>21929
This

>>21926
This made me feel much better.


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Anonymous 14/06/16(Mon)23:17 No. 21958 ID: 6f2571

>>21926
Yes. All of my yes to this. You have earned all my yes, they are yours.


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Anonymous 14/06/18(Wed)09:41 No. 21961 ID: 2ba399

>>21936




Truth or Dare (TG,m>f,f, mf, lapdance!) TG Wave 14/06/06(Fri)18:28 No. 21908 ID: 9b2d01 [Reply]

It was a cold winter's day in early January when I drove through the heavy snow to my high school friend's house. Being my first trip back home since starting college, I'd spent the earlier part of the break with family celebrating the holidays, but in the week or so until school started up again, I made it a goal to see my friends. They'd all started college as well and it would be our first chance to catch up since we'd all parted ways in late August.

Finally I reached the house, a frosted cape, lights glowing from inside promising warmth in the frigid weather. First however, I prepared for the journey from the driveway, putting on my heavy coat, gloves and hat. Even the walk to the front door would be uncomfortable with the subzero temperatures and heavy snow.

Two other cars were sitting in the driveway, relatively free of snow, signaling that I was the last of my friends to arrive but by a small margin. This visit had a good chance of turning into a sleepover the way the snow was pilling up on the roads. Bundled up I stepped out onto what should have been the front walk, although with 6 inches of new snow it was impossible to tell. Slogging my way up to the front door and hitting the doorbell, I stuck my hands in my pockets, turning my back to the icy breeze. Fortunately, the door opened almost immediately and my best friend welcomed me into the warmth and light of the interior.

My first assumption had been correct, my other friends had recently arrived and their snow-covered gear piled up near the door had only begun to melt. I added boots and gloves to the pile, and then four of us exchanged greetings. Mel, whose parents’ owned the home, gave me a big grin and seemed the happiest to see me. The impression I got was that perhaps he had found the confidence in college that had eluded him so frequently in high school. Perhaps the self-assurance came from the time he’d been putting into the weight room. Muscles were evident in his shoulders and legs that had not always been there.

Charles waved a hand in greeting, his ginger hair and freckles glowing in the well-lighted entryway. His usual distracted nature was on display, his attention focused on something in the living room that I couldn’t see.

Last, Pete came in, his arms wide for a hug, he was always touchy feely in a way that often made us uncomfortable. We would have joked about how he was probably gay, but in high school he had been the only one with a girlfriend, a fact that fizzled such mockery before it could start.

At a gesture from Charles, I walked with Pete’s arm over my shoulder, joining my friends as they sat around the rug in the living room. In the middle of the rug, instead of the old, wooden coffee table was a large black orb nearly a foot tall. The orb itself sat in a dull gray marble base that looked as if it served to prevent the ball from rolling free on t Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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TG+Wave 14/06/06(Fri)18:29 No. 21909 ID: 9b2d01

It was as good a deal as I was likely to get so I took a deep breath and stood, three sets of eyes following me as I took Charlie's hand and brought him over to the couch. He sat, a shit-eating grin on his face, eyes scanning up and down the body that would probably be the most beautiful any of them would ever see. I took a step back and twirled around, putting my back to him; the flaps of my negligee reaching out like a miniature ballroom gown. I had no idea what I was doing but I put my arms in the air, stretching them high over my head, wrists crossed, and began my dance.

It came easier than I ever would have believed. For someone that had perhaps seen a lap dance twice, and with a body that had only been mine for at most 15 minutes, I just moved my hips. A little at first, a figure eight, as my hands fell slowly, I let them caress my silky hair, then moved them down the side of my torso the light fabric of the nightie running between my fingers, tightness beneath. My hands rested on my hips as I let my hips move in ever-larger arcs.

My heart was racing now, partly the dance and partly the strange body I was feeling for the first time. On impulse I bent suddenly at the waist and could feel my hair fly. Planting one hand on the ground I looked back at Charles. His eyes were wide, the mocking gleam gone; I smiled as his eyes met mine.

Pulling myself back up, I turned to face him. Gradually, I became aware of soft music, but I kept my eyes locked on Charles' own and moved with the music. I moved my hands over my body while my hips gyrated. Through my long blonde hair, tumbling down like a waterfall at sunset. Over skin unbelievably soft and supple my fingers wandered, first cupping breasts, then running between thighs as I crouched and rose again, all the while, my eyes on his.

The dance up until this point had been somehow liberating and free, like I was taking this body for a test drive somehow. Taking it for a spin around the neighborhood, I was wonderfully graceful where my old body had been clunky, like riding in a Porsche, knowing you'd have to go back to the old Sedan. Just enjoy the ride, I thought; the idea sending chills though my body, a feeling that felt surprisingly wonderful. My entire body felt flush with excitement, my smile reflecting genuine pleasure as I savored each new sensation, even the small ones, like my slightly different center of gravity or the long hair caressing my ears and neck. When I bit the corner of my mouth, something that had always seemed incredibly sexy to me as a male, I even enjoyed the subsequent shifting of posture that Charles made.

I can admit that feeling my hands roam this body felt intoxicating, but a part of my mind could not forget that this was a LAP dance. Walking over the foot of floor that separated us was terrifying. There was no mistaking his arousal, straining the zipper of his skinny jeans. Between his legs, Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Anonymous 14/06/07(Sat)18:40 No. 21913 ID: fa5b53

I am excited to see where this goes! Keep up the good work!


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Anonymous 14/06/15(Sun)19:50 No. 21950 ID: db8f99

awesome.




My First Attempt at story telling Lickit 13/10/16(Wed)21:17 No. 19930 ID: 49e734 [Reply] [Last 50 posts]

Hi, I thought I would attempt a story. Here is
chapter one. Tell me what you think.


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OH MY GOD! Unanimous 14/05/11(Sun)23:18 No. 21727 ID: 08cf70

Wow! This is so close to something I kind of experienced when I was thirteen. I LIKE it. Please continue.


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Any more? Unanimous 14/05/29(Thu)03:25 No. 21844 ID: 1d7f94

AMAZING !!! Please tellme you're going to finish this?


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ughnnn Unanimous 14/06/12(Thu)04:39 No. 21928 ID: 990148

>>19930

I'm loving this. God! Please tell me you're still around.




Device Brothers - Chapter 1 - The Ottoman wondash!v4DxM5avR6 14/04/10(Thu)04:54 No. 21522 ID: fc5e42 [Reply]

Chapter 1 – The Ottoman

Tina and I were walking back from the beach. It was a very warm day even for late August. Summer vacation was nearing an end. I was wearing my favorite bikini, string top and bottoms. Tina’s had put on a tee and wrap over her bikini. She was always more reserved than I, even though she was gorgeous. We rounded the corner and made a left down the alley, a short-cut to our beach house. A few cars were parked, one of them a Corvette which we both admired. Ahead of the Vette was a panel van. As we passed, the side door and passenger doors opened together. My brain tried to register what happened next, but it was all so fast. Tina screamed and was quickly muffled. I felt a rag across my face, became very dizzy, then all went black.

My head hurt. I opened my eyes and tried to focus. The room was empty save for a chair, small side table, and the bed I as on. There was one door and no windows. I tried to sit up and realized that I couldn’t. Straps crossed my body and legs. And what was in my mouth, a ball, a gag! “Ahhhmmmmfffffff”. I tried to scream but only made a muffled sound. Tears welled in my eyes. Oh god, where was I? Where was Tina? What’s happening? I closed my eyes and tried to relax. The door opened. A man walked in. He was wearing a white lab coat and hospital scrubs. Maybe this was a hospital. But why was I restrained and gagged. He carried a silver tray which he set on the table. I could see a syringe. Immediately I started to struggle “Nnnnnnnnnn.” He approached my side and steadied my arm. “No need to worry” he said, and I felt the sting of the needle. “You’ll start to feel a bit light headed. Don’t worry. I’ll be back as soon as I tend to your friend.”

I didn’t fall asleep, but my mind was not clear. I tried to focus. What did I need to do? Something should be done, something was wrong, but what? Things didn’t seem so bad all of a sudden. I was relaxed. Some time later, the door opened and the man returned. As he approached, I noticed the bulge at his waist. Did he have an erection? For some reason, this did not concern me. At my side, he held each of my eyelids open and shined a small light in my eyes. “Good” he mumbled to himself. “Jenny, I’m going to remove your gag now.” It felt good to close my mouth. “Wwwear am I? how do you know my name?” “You’re safe here. I have some questions to ask. I know you’ll tell me the truth. I’ve already spoken with Tina. He began to ask questions, and for some reason, I just answered. He asked about my family and where I lived. He asked how old I was. He asked about my relationship with Tina (she was my best friend). Then the topic changed. “Jenny, are you a virgin?” I was. Tina and I had spoken of this together. We would wait for the right time and place. So far, that had not happened. I began to shake, but still, I felt obliged to answer. “Yes.” The very personal questions co Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Anonymous 14/05/26(Mon)10:42 No. 21831 ID: 3d7113

Bump because forced orgasms are awesome!


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Chapter 5 - Hog Frame wondash!v4DxM5avR6 14/05/29(Thu)02:03 No. 21843 ID: 63bf29

Chapter 5 – Hog Frame


I woke to the sound of soft moaning. I was drooling around the gag in my mouth. From between my legs I felt so hot. Something was vibrating on my clit. I was very wet. As my eyes cleared, I could see Emily’s body gyrating, the moans where hers. But there was another sound, also a soft moan, this from the other side of the room. Another female voice, vaguely familiar. Lifting my head as best I could, I strained to see who it was. It was very hard to concentrate on anything but the stimulation from between my legs. He had turned me into nothing more than a sex toy. Far across the room I could see a body, suspended from the same metal frame. A curtain hung from the ceiling down and blocked her upper body from my view. But I could see her spread legs. Some sort of device had been placed on the floor below her with a rod rising up. It had a phallus on the end and it was fucking her slowly.

Emily started grunting and moaning louder. She was going to orgasm. Somehow, this turned me on even more and I began to feel my own orgasm rising. “uhhhh uhhhhh uhhhhhhhh gguhhhhh ggguuuhhhhh Ahhhhhhhh h h h h h h “. My sister and I both came together. My thighs convulsed and strained against the restraints. I guess I had closed my eyes, because when I opened them again, he was standing over me. The vibrator on my clit was turned off and removed – thank god. But I was dripping wet. Again the thought crossed my mind; I was just his sex toy now. We both were. And so was that other girl being fucked by the machine. “Well girls, I see you’re awake and enjoying yourself.” “Uck U” Emily responded through her gag. He began to hoist Emily back up hanging on the overhead track. Then he did the same to me, but not before placing his head between my legs and licking my swollen clit. I wanted to pull my hips away, but instead I think I pushed them forward. Sex toy, sex toy, sex slave… ran through my head. I wanted to cry but there were no tears left.

Emily and I were pushed along the track until we faced the curtain. He pulled the curtain aside and the girl came into full view. Actually, she was a woman, older than both of us. Her body stretched as it was, was in very good shape with a flat stomach, but definitely older. She had a full mask over her face - black. Each time the machine pushed into her vagina, I could see her hips compress. The phallus seemed so thick, how could she take it in? Her brunette hair was long and wavy, very disheveled. And very familiar. God, no. Please don’t let this be true. “Emily, Elizabeth... it’s time for a family reunion!” He removed the black mask and I looked at my mom. She looked back, to Emily, and then to me, then she tried to scream through her gag. Scream, cry, panic, it all seemed to happen at once. Emily was also panicked. I was just stunned. My mom was being raped before my eyes.

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Anonymous 14/06/10(Tue)10:27 No. 21921 ID: 971936

Great 5th chapter. As always you are a master.




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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Chapter 2 Nameless Ahiylen 14/06/05(Thu)11:39 No. 21903 ID: 7068f9

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“Well it’s up-time little girl.” The subordinate ordered with a huff as he hopped to his feet.

I tried rolling to my side before he grabbed me by the makeshift restraints, he held fast against my weight. It was still very hard to stand up as he held me awkwardly and my legs were still shaking. It didn’t take long for me to realize how much of me was being revealed, or how little I could do to cover up with my arms tied behind me as the remains of my skirt hanged in halves.

The cold air rushed against my butt, and the back of my soaked panties as the back of my skirt dangled around my legs. I could also feel the chill of the open air on my chest, as the remains of my shirt fell to the ground.

“You will follow me. If you try running you’ll be taken to the public halls to be shamed. I’ll still be hoping you try though. I’m sure you’d love to give even more people a show, but if you do - wait until you get your next guard.”

My skin flushed and as I turned away from him I caught the eyes of the standing guards of the canopy. They had seen everything─ heard everything. Now they were getting another show of my bare skin though my shredded clothing; the only decency I retained was the front of my skirt, which only seem to emphasize the rest of my open body.

My eyes shot to the ground after catching the sideways grin of a nearer standing guard.

“I’m not kidding; you better keep up.” he grumbled; he’d made it a few paces away from me during my distraction.
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Anonymous 14/06/07(Sat)07:12 No. 21912 ID: fac323

This was really good, although the urethra thing made me wince!

Keep going, please.


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Ahiylen 14/06/08(Sun)10:59 No. 21915 ID: 7068f9

It's a shame she didn't see* the ritual or what Iabsade needed from her for it. I could've gotten a cringe and~ a wince outta you.

Also you're welcome because I think this is the only audience that's ever going to know that lady's name.




The Visitors David Ander 14/06/02(Mon)06:48 No. 21869 ID: 917657 [Reply]

The Following is a long story, and it will take a while to get to the wank-worthy bits.

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Wednesday, June 1, 2016 2:04 PM
All Nippon Airways flight 7609
37,200 feet over the Atlantic Ocean

First Officer Alan Santos had just finished making his final check in with air traffic control in the United States airspace. He sighed to himself. “Four hours down 9 hours to go.” The act of the transatlantic flight had become rather mundane; with the advent of modern technology. Now pilots and copilots merely watched electronic screens adjusted dials and mainly allow the computer to do its work. Manual control only needed to be used in very rare emergency situations, and the occasional difficult takeoff or landing; The pilot’s job now seemed more to be keeping an eye on the computers More than actually flying the plane .
But thoughts like this exist in almost every line of work, and did little to make the time go by faster. It had been awhile since He had last flown with Captain Luke Cameron and he had not had a good time to catch up. He turned to open a conversation just a small light winked on his display. The master caution light shone a menacing a red as a prerecorded voice blared over the internal cockpit speakers. “Terrain, terrain, terrain.” His eyes immediately snapped the window as his hands reached the yoke. His body tensed, prepared to wrench the aircraft away from…what, he wondered. The Atlantic Ocean had no terrain to speak of, it was an ocean.
As he peered out of the windows, the aforementioned ocean appeared exactly where he expected, well below them a sparkling blue-black. Ahead, below and all around the aircraft nothing could be seen to trigger the warning.
“What the hell?” Growled Luke, his southern accent and years of smoking flavoring his voice. Allen spoke up, “Looks like another one for the boys at home to take a look at.” “The damn things only a year old, we shouldn’t be having these problems.” Luke said, easing back into his chair.
Alan silenced the alarm.
He was right of course; modern commercial aircraft were built or more accurately overbuilt for exactly what they really were used for. All Nippon Ariways had been the first to purchase the Dreamliner; arguably the most advanced plane in use commercially. Millions spent on R&D and testing; and another almost un-fathomable amount spent on producing the beast and they still had kinks to work out. Not that they would ever tell the public this. Already people had an unfounded fear of air travel, and took even the simplest of bumps, errors or problems sent the community at large into a tizzy.
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The Visitors David+Ander 14/06/02(Mon)06:50 No. 21871 ID: 917657

Also worth note is that I'd like to hear review/critique.

Much Obliged.


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Anonymous 14/06/02(Mon)13:29 No. 21873 ID: f5b1c2

Needs more linebreaks.


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Anonymous 14/06/04(Wed)06:23 No. 21880 ID: fac323

Some tags would really helpful. Don't often read stories unless I know what I'm getting into.




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 14/05/14(Wed)07:47 No. 21764 ID: e1353d

>>21741
Thank you!


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TallThinker!9N4nUN7jEY 14/06/02(Mon)05:22 No. 21868 ID: 833a89

Great story. I'm loving what you are doing with the character development.

I just finished Chapter 53 >>17399 but one thing has been nagging at me. When faced with the attackers, why didn't Merrie push out her emotions like in Chapter 35 >>16442 ?

It almost seems like she is solely relying on the constructed rune-type magic. Since she could project her emotions without her additional knowledge, wouldn't this have been an easier/less tiring alternative than building the complex spells?

Or was Chapter 35 used to establish a more solid foundation of how her power is manifested?


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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!




The Parasite Part 1 (fb, inc, scifi) Death By Snu Snu 12/07/27(Fri)01:06 No. 16783 ID: 97ab06 [Reply]

This is my first attempt at any kind of erotica (though I have written regular stuff before). I hope everyone enjoys it. first part is for the most part straight forward fb incest, but there will be much more (including heavy scifi elements) later on.

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Part 1

“Come on, Sis! Hurry up!”

“Why don’t you slow down you little shit stain!”

The boy ignored his sister and continued down the forest path. Emily sighed. Her parents were evil, making her keep an eye on her little brother, Derik. Despite the unbearable heat outside that day, he insisted on going out. He swore that he saw a meteor crash somewhere in the woods the night before and was hell bent on finding it and bringing it home. But the curious twelve year old couldn’t go out there on his own. Oh no! He needed a babysitter, and who better than his sixteen year old sister, who didn’t have anything better to do that day like sit in the air conditioning and eat ice cream. The only bright side to any of this was that she would be able to cool off a bit, relaxing in a pond back in the woods.

Ironically, the pond is where Derik ended up leading her and where he found the meteor. The football sized space rock sat in a small crater, just off the edge of the pond. Derik excitedly ran over and began examining it. Emily failed to see what was so fascinating about some stupid piece of stone, but she was more interested in something else anyway.

She stripped off her top and bike shorts, already wearing her favorite white and red bikini underneath. No one would hesitate to say that she was an attractive girl. She was slim, tall, had a good complexion, strawberry blond hair that reached down to her shoulders, her breasts were slightly larger than average for a girl her age, and her personal favorite asset, an ass that made jaws hit the floor when she walked by.
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Anonymous 14/05/30(Fri)08:34 No. 21848 ID: b6a8fc

yeah, you should continue, OP. I've been lurking and bumping for months.


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Anonymous 14/06/01(Sun)19:55 No. 21863 ID: 8a961e

>>21498
This just feels like repetition of what's happened. She's fucked two people, oh look, a third man. The idea that the parasite would need to find another woman to reproduce in, leading to all women eventually having the parasites within them and being utterly under the control of their sexual urges and their parasites.
I'd write it if I could be fucked to write it.


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Anonymous 14/06/01(Sun)20:00 No. 21864 ID: 8a961e

>>21863
Plus, it was too much of a jump. The parasite shouldn't just control her mind instantly now, just influences her to be horny and then drives her primal impulses home, eventually turning her into a fuck slave, effectively.
You need to keep the standard of story there still.
This is erotic literature, too many people are forgetting the 'literature' part recently.




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