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Housecat - Ageplay, Futa, Incest, and more! Anonymous 14/06/03(Tue)12:26 No. 21875 ID: 47e7b4 [Reply]

C1
Mother was different, I guess.

From what they told me, my mother and my father were madly in love. They travelled the world together, like some cheese romance movie that you feel like you paid too much to see. Up late, always together, they were inseparable. My father had made quite a lot of money in his profession, and we were very well off. They loved me unconditionally, and I felt there was no better childhood to have. Christmas was beautiful. Summer was vacation. Birthdays were christening events.

When father died, my mother became Sadie. She didn't have to work, we had enough in savings to send ten children to college in thirty years inflation, but it was only her and I. It made me feel out of place, no longer were there interesting meals and a neat, varying lifestyle. My mother just sat around the house, laying on the couch or sitting at the dinner table for hours on end. She wasn't blank, but she didn't care anymore. When we caught eyes, she looked at me like a burden, or a reminder of things she had lost. I was 10 at the time, but now I'm 15.

"Sophie," Sadie called to me, turning her head but not actually looking at me, "don't forget to pick up milk on your way home from school." She looked like the shell of a woman that I had known before. Her hair was still a bushy curl of long brown crescents, and her figure was still the deep envy of neighboring women, but she sat on our long couch with no soul or composure. Her arm hung off and she turned her head back into staring at the ceiling, the daylight burning the curtains and the furniture. I went to school 6 miles away, but from this point I was plenty used to walking in the Californian sun. I didn't really remember what father looked like if it weren't for the pictures that hung on the walls and the mantle, and I looked at one on my way out. We all looked so happy. I turned my head back to Sadie, who had resumed the blank stare at the ceiling. Shutting the door with a little more force than usual, I began the blister blossom walk.

People liked me, I guess. Everyone I knew at school was very nice to me, but I couldn't let them under the armor. Nobody could really get what was wrong. All of my classmates wouldn't understand what my life was like, it was best to just let them get back to listening to their pop music and wearing their pattern pocket shirts. The school day just rose and fell like the sun around the building, and before I knew it, the day was over. All I could think about was how much a damn skateboard would cost as I began to roll my heels in my converse, which weren't exactly the holy grail of foot support. The sun had started coloring the horizon as I opened the door of my home, at the top of a vista hill, and shut the door behind me.

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Anonymous 15/03/17(Tue)08:03 No. 23385 ID: cb0683

This isn't dead, is it? I need more.


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Anonymous 15/03/29(Sun)09:45 No. 23425 ID: dcec89

C5

I must not fear.
Fear is the mind-killer.
Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.

I will face my fear.
I will permit it to pass over me and through me.
And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path.

Where the fear has gone there will be nothing.

Only I will remain.

The point between being asleep and being awake is something you only really feel every once and a while. An alarm gone off too early, right in the middle of a dream. A sound in the night waking you with instant awareness. Some days you wake up, clear as day, and don't realize twelve hours have passed you by. It is, for all intents and purposes, a stasis.
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Anonymous 15/03/29(Sun)09:46 No. 23426 ID: dcec89

>>23425
My ID seemed to have changed, but I don't think anyone wants to pretend to have to write this business.

>>23385
Not dead. Just doing it on my own time.




Darkness at the End of the Tunnel (slash, loli & we'll see where Random Evername 13/12/01(Sun)19:37 No. 20360 ID: 0beccd [Reply] [Last 50 posts]

This is my first attempt at starting a story on here. I've tried a few things on Fiction Press, but not quite this depraved. I'm inspired by some of the examples here (especially Roommates), so I thought I would give it a try. I don't pretend this is that good. I'm not even sure that I'm posting this right.

Chapter 1

I turn to move past Hayley McSween in the hallway connecting the kitchen to the dishwasher in the restaurant serving St. Edmund’s Country Club. With a hand on my chest, she lightly pushes me into the door for the stockroom. “Can you close for me tonight? I want to go to the mall with from friends.” Her fingers trace from my chest to my belt buckle suggesting a possible compensation for my sacrifice.

I am Kyler … Kyler Jakubowski. At nineteen years old, I scrape, borrow, and force my way through my sophomore year in bio-premed at Stony Brook University on Long Island. Straight A’s so far – lookin’ good. It may be mercenary, but I will do just about anything to endure this crucible for that glimpse of wealth I see at the other end.

I live in a cramped, non-air-conditioned attic apartment of an ancient home that I rent from some old couple – Mr. and Mrs. Watson. With its back staircase access, I never have to see them, if I don’t want to. They’re okay, though – always waving to me and baking me stuff. Back in the day, the house was an old whaling captain’s home, so I have access to a little glass room above the attic. His wife could watch for his ship to return. No lie – it’s called a belvedere.

My college is on Long Island, but my savings account is strictly Schenectady. It was a lot easier to afford the $300 monthly rent before my roommate, Freddie Steffanaur, was expelled for copying an entire term paper, verbatim, from an internet site – for the third time. What a fuckin’ jackass.

Which is why, when Hailey McSween asks me to close for her at work -- I’m tempted to say, “Yes” without delay. I can use the extra hours, even though I have a shitload of homework – I can fake it through Statistics, but Orgo is getting pretty tough. I’m lying -- even though Hailey’s only sixteen, she is smoking hot with reputation to spare. I’m always happy to do her a favor … just in case it could lead to something.

Ah shit, who am I kidding? That’s just living out one of my masturbation fantasies. With a healthy allowance, she doesn’t need the job, but her parents think it builds character. I’m glad I enjoyed a few seconds of that delirium before answering because she reaches down and traces my stiffness from the outside with just one finger, and it drives me senseless, “I can make it worth your while.”
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Anonymous 15/02/07(Sat)23:35 No. 23249 ID: 8ec50f

still waiting


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Anonymous 15/03/24(Tue)13:48 No. 23408 ID: 84d96c

Dear Random Evername,

I'm a real fan of your story and I've been following it from the beginning, enjoying every chapter (particularly those that feature the play between Kyler and Vienna). I'm hoping you keep an eye on any new posts and are in a frame of mind to answer this and (hopefully) relieve our concern, as there hasn't been an update now for approaching 6 months (not even a response to a post). Are you planning to complete this? I'm hoping that it's just a 'can't find the time' thing - I can fully empathise with that as I have decided to write a story for this board and am having real problems getting sufficient words down to satisfy myself, never mind any interested readers! I hope it isn't your migraines continuing, because I wouldn't wish that on you.

So in short, it's clear there are many desperate fans of this story who would become so much less desperate if we just knew that some time - as soon as you feel able to do it - you will be continuing.


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Update Random Evername 15/03/25(Wed)14:49 No. 23410 ID: a523c0

Thanks for the feedback. I do appreciate it. Since the beginning of last summer, I am a lot sicker than I thought. I'm managing, but I can't write nearly as much as I used to. I'm concentrating on my Celia novel first, then I'll try to get back to this one.




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 14/06/01(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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Anonymous 15/03/23(Mon)23:53 No. 23407 ID: 79e18f

bump. is there any interest of the author to write more of this?




Natalie and Bree Imhotep 11/10/28(Fri)12:33 No. 14181 ID: c675f1 [Reply]

I put my plan into action about 11 years ago. The idea was simple; adopt a baby boy and raise it as a girl. Of course, the actual logistics were somewhat more complex, but that was the idea. In fact, I adopted two children, the boy (who I remaned Natalie) and a girl named Bree. An interesting fact is that a newborn is almost completely androgynous, aside from the genetalia. As they grow (even before puberty), sex hormones will determine wether or not they begin looking like a girl, or like a boy. Once puberty begins, then the sex hormones begin to give people their seconadry sexual characteristics, wide hips, full breasts, public hair, etc... Since the testicles were the source of male sex hormones, the first thing I needed to do was castrate Natalie. I took no pleasure in the act, but I couldn't have those male hormones dropping her voice and broadening her shoulders. Next, I began giving her controlled doses of regular female hormones, in amounts typical for her age. Neither girl would be exposed to the world outside, I would raise them in my own microcosm of morality and practices. If anything I do seems sick to you, then do not fear for the girls, because everything we do is normal to them, and even expected.

11 years later, I have two beautiful girls on the verge of puberty, that time in youth when they are at their deweyist and most beautiful. Natalie has thick, soft, and slightly wavy brown hair going down to her shoulder blades. Her hips are widening, and I can see some beautiful curves developing in her chest, waist, and buttocks. Her penis is still quite small, without those male sex hormones it never grew very much, and there is not any hair around it yet. Bree is lankier then Natalie, slightly taller and skinnier. Her platinum blonde hair is cut evenly at her shoulders, and her bangs are cut evenly across her forhead. She has recently grown faint traces of peach fuzz on her sex, much to her satisfaction.

I first introduced the girls to the experience of having an orgasm by adding some oral sex into the bedtime routine. After they bathed, dried off, and got dressed for bed, I would slide their pyjamas up and give them oral sex. For Bree, I would gently lick her labial folds, and then insert my toung into her vagina and roll it around. After becoming aroused, her clitoris would appear from under it;s protective hood, and I would begin running my tounge over it in long strokes. As Bree was still young, about 8 when I started this, she was still extremly sensitive and it would take little to satisfy her multiple times. When she involuntarily would push herself into my face and begin grunting, I knew she was nearly done. After she had an orgasm or two, she would hop into bed, and I would start on Natalie. Again, I would slide her night gown up, pull her panties to her knees, and enclose her penis within my mouth. If she was not already erect from the excitement of expectation, then I would hold it in my m Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Anonymous 14/10/18(Sat)20:32 No. 22581 ID: b9a090

OP... where are you OP?


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Anonymous 15/03/23(Mon)11:52 No. 23405 ID: ad79bf

Needs a new chapter now!


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Anonymous 15/03/23(Mon)14:07 No. 23406 ID: 4308ad

>>23405

Dude, this was posted almost 4 years ago, let it die.




The Creeper (Loli) Anonymous 13/12/27(Fri)00:33 No. 20531 ID: a2f9ff [Reply] [Last 50 posts]

So, where to start?

Name’s Ed. Edward to my parents. Ed to everyone who doesn’t treat me like a four-year-old piece of shit. My story isn’t particularly a normal one, although I guess if it was, it wouldn’t be much of a story. But I guess you’re wondering what the super, awesomely amazing thing that I have taken the time out of my day to tell is. Well, it kind of is amazing, but all good things come to an end. But, I’ll get to that later. Don’t want to ruin the story before it’s even started, do I?

The Creeper. Quite an apt name to describe myself, to be perfectly honest, even if it does contain a bold resemblance to the giant green penises within that god-awful game called Minecraft. Ahem, anyway, the name is kind of related to my story. Or completely related, I guess. You see, throughout my life, I’ve been a bit of a creep. Not in a complete beta-fag, following girls around with pit stains and braces, trailing them until they recognise my existence kind of way. In fact, to be completely honest with you, I’ve never been bad with girls. I mean, I lost my virginity at 13, so I guess that’s not too bad of an achievement, eh? Anyway, enough bragging. The reason for the name is sort of derived from my ahh… hobbies. Ever since I got my first phone (or at least, phone with the nifty little camera on it), I’ve been a fan of taking creep shots. Y’know, sneaking dirty pics of people in public without their knowledge or consent, to then take back to my home and have a glorious fap to. Weird, but nothing too abnormal to create a story about, right? Wrong.

Taking creep shots is generally looked down upon, but to some people it’s a good thing. It helps other people to get their dick hard, so it’s really a good thing. Although, the sort of creep shots I take probably shouldn’t be shared with anyone. Ever. But I’m fine with that. I’m generally quite a selfish person anyway. But I can hear your voices screaming at me to tell you the mystery shots that I could possibly take. I assume a lot of you have guessed this already anyway, but I’ll comply nonetheless. They are girls. Little girls. Lolis. Whatever you want to calm them. I would hover around parks and wait for these girls in short skirts to reveal their cute little butts after swinging around on the monkey bars. Oh the panties. They were perhaps the biggest turn on for me. Pink was best. The girlier the better. And there I’d be, with my phone out, sneaking every shot possible. Then I would travel home just awaiting that amazing fap.

Anyway, you know the name, but not the game. So, I’ll tell you my story. I guess the best place to start would be when I was 13. At this point, I wasn’t even remotely close to being interested in little girls. I was simply interested in any girl my own age, much like any other guy. Ironically, it was the involvement with a girl my own age that actually got me into girls much younger Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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CARRYON 14/10/29(Wed)05:54 No. 22643 ID: 6d9d21

Hey, I love this story so much I have decided to write my own addition. I am an American, however.
I do not know if you guys would be interested in a continuation.
I will leave it to OP to grant me the honor or another. this story must have an end or at least a resolution. And I like to write and have free time.


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Anonymous 14/10/29(Wed)21:49 No. 22652 ID: b2a6c1

What a great story this was. Guess I'll have to finish it in my "Own time". I really enjoy stories like this one, because all the build-up leads to much more satisfying erotic scenes.

1k words is.. pretty short. I don't mind the super-long chapters! Better reading when there's less of a break.

Too bad you don't like this story, 'cuz it's a gem. I'm happy to see more loli-related stories coming out. Sick and tired of the gay shit that's been frequenting this site. Not my bag. Stopped coming here altogether for a while because of it.

Was really looking forward to some epic sex with the two sisters! ...Maybe even with parental consent! (I love the parental consent theme...)


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Anonymous 15/03/22(Sun)10:56 No. 23403 ID: 52c0ad

>>22102
Where can I find more of your work OP?




Summer Camp FapArtist 13/10/12(Sat)23:56 No. 19908 ID: 2c8403 [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]

Alright guys, I'm gonna try to finish this one. Its picked up better than the other two I tried to start writing, but its still going to take me a while to really get it moving. As always, I greatly appreciate feedback. Also, this is just an intro chapter, so there's only some light nudity and brief description, if you want more, let me know what you wanna see and I'll see if it fits.

(Loli, solo, group, mild exhib, etc.)


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LILLY

The bus slowly rolled to a stop as children shuffled and I rushed to the door of the bus. The driver half-heartedly said to wait until the bus came to a complete halt, but the door was open before her sentence was finished. Within seconds, I bolted from the bus to my house, slamming the door shut and dropping my backpack as I ran to my room. Without missing a beat, I began to change into a swimsuit. My blue jeans and bright orange shirt from the day at school were carelessly thrown to the floor, followed by my panties. I threw the closet door open and began digging through my clothes for the right match of top and bottom. After a couple of frantic minutes digging naked through the closet, I matched a white bikini top with red strings to its bottom counterpart (featuring a strawberry on the back.) As soon as I had the bottom on and the top tied, I rushed outside to the swimming pool, diving straight into the deep end and lazily floating to the surface. There's no better way to start my summer vacation.

I had been floating around for nearly half an hour as I enjoyed the cool water on my skin. It had been so hot lately and school only made it worse. For the past nine months, I'd been getting home and going straight to my room for homework and studying. My parents would probably have me doing something boring all summer, but I was going to do my best to enjoy the three months before I had to go back. Last summer I had to take piano lessons and dance classes, which took four days of each week. I couldn't make plans to go anywhere, either, because I couldn't miss any practices or recitals. Luckily, they missed the sign-up dates for piano lessons this year and dance classes would be full soon, too. Of course, that just meant that they had other plans for me; They never missed anything by accident. I grabbed a purple chair float and climbed into it, deciding to soak up some sun and rest. Swimming wore me out so fast, I was almost asleep as soon as I managed to get into the chair without it flipping over.

A while after I fell asleep in the pool, my parents got home. I didn't hear them until they came outside to check on me. They talked to me for a little bit before telling me to get out of the pool and into the shower while they prepared dinner. I managed to float to the steps in the shallow end and, thanks to the warmth of the sun, only have to Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Anonymous 15/01/20(Tue)03:43 No. 23141 ID: 0c3d06

dont fall off the front page please! also op, any honts on where th story is going and I will love you


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FapArtist 15/02/03(Tue)19:51 No. 23202 ID: 72c3f6

I'm alive and so is the story. I wrote most of the next Jenny chapter a couple of weeks ago. I know it's been forever since I have updated, but this story gets harder and harder to write. I'm not quitting, but I can't promise when you'll get anything. I'm trying is all I can say


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Anonymous 15/03/20(Fri)20:55 No. 23400 ID: 84d96c

Thanks for letting us know you're continuing with this. Like many others, I think this is one of the better stories on here and there are too many authors who tease us with a good start and fail to follow through - THANKS




My Little Robin (loli) spiderfiend!ozOtJW9BFA 14/11/20(Thu)07:17 No. 22831 ID: d09574 [Reply]

The book was old. It was bound in a now faded leather that hinted at the color black. It had several tears that had been stitched shut, some with professional precession and some were rough and untrained. The wear and tear the tomb exhibited could not even begin to tell the tale that lay inside it's pages. If it were to be opened one would find the paper musty,stiff, and yellowed with age. Some of the pages seem to have been torn out leaving only short ragged stubs to testify for their existence. Inside the worn cover of the old book was a short paragraph of small tightly written script pinned in black ink that had long since faded to blue, it read.

“ To my Robin, my daughter, my wife, my lover. You are what kept me going all these years. Yours forever Edward.”

May 19, 1954
I have not been this excited since I was a child on Christmas morning. My name is Edward Blanton, I am twenty nine years old, and I am a ornithologist. That is a bird scientist. I follow birds, watch birds, I love birds, birds are my passion. I will record all of my findings in this journal for posterity, but first I need to explain the adventure I am currently on.

You see there is a little known rare species of bird called the Blue Pope. It is a small bird close cousin to the finch but has a interesting blue coloration that makes it unique. It nests in southern Mexico during the winter months, but no one knows where they go for the summer. The Blue Pope has one other strange quality about it that makes it special. In the small southern town where the birds nest for half the year, it is the only place in Mexico where you can find Pope Berries. The berries are not native to the area and they seem to only begin sprouting when the birds appear every season. This has lead me to believe that the two are tied together somehow.

So no one knows where these strange little birds go for the summer, no one except me. I found out where they have been hiding, on my grandfathers land in Montana. I found this out several months ago when I was going through some of my grandfathers old books and found a sprig of Pope Berries pressed between the pages of one large tomb. When I asked my mother about it she told me it was from the cabin her father owned in the mountains, and that these plants grew wild there. It is a chunk of land closed off in a hidden valley that you had to have a plane to get to. Unless you were willing to hike the two days it took to get to the old cabin and that was a long trip over rough ground.

So here I am on a train to Montanan with my last seventy five bucks in my pocket. I hope that my guess is correct and I find my little birds there.

May 21, 1954
I have walked for the last two days and have finally reached the edge of the valley. I am sitting on the rim of what I can only assume is a old volcano bowl. There is a sizable lake at the very bottom of the crater that I was t Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Anonymous 14/11/24(Mon)02:34 No. 22866 ID: 8afae3

indeed a good reading.
thanks for sharing


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The+Other+Rick 14/11/26(Wed)16:46 No. 22872 ID: 4e2dc8

That is honestly book-worthy. I mean yeah, it has spelling errors, but honestly, this story is awesomely laid out, and with little change and some elongation, it really could be a book. Thank you op.


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Anonymous 15/03/17(Tue)01:25 No. 23382 ID: 52c0ad

Thought about this today, so bumping it for further exposure.




CubeCrafter LTB 14/12/12(Fri)09:15 No. 22957 ID: 227ac4 [Reply]

About this story and me:

This story will probably take a while to get to the naughty parts. I want to make sure you care about the characters and world I create before I just have them fuck each other. I write my stories as realistically as I possibly can, too, so you probably shouldn’t expect anything too out there from this one. That being said, if at any point you feel that my story features something that you find unbelievable please do not mention it. As much as I love feedback (and believe me, I love feedback) I don’t think comments like that will contribute anything. I’m writing about an already rare and taboo occurrence (incest) from a perspective I don’t have (I’m an upper middle class male) in a 1-in-a-million scenario. Of course some things are going to seem unusual.

I’m not sure what to tag this because I write my stories as I go along and include whatever I feel like. This story mainly features incest and consensual sex between persons under 18 years old. If that bothers you, obviously don’t read it.

Because I write as I go, I may contradict something established earlier. It’s unlikely, but I’m human. If this happens just let me know and I’ll find a way to explain it or (if it’s really bad) plot device it. If I fuck up so badly that even the mightiest of plot devices can’t save me, then I’ll rewrite the story until it makes sense and post it again in a new thread. Again, that is very unlikely.

I really like feedback. If you want to see updates to this story, write a quick comment or suggestion or criticism. The sense of people caring about my stories is the only thing that motivates me to write.

Anyway, Enjoy!
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Anonymous 15/02/07(Sat)09:23 No. 23247 ID: f69617

Inb4 they become a part of the bay area indie clique, one of them becomes an SJW and fucks zoe quinn and others for positive reviews, and the other is accused of rape and locked up for life before going on to found #gamergate from the shadows by hacking Adam Baldwin's twitter account.


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Anonymous 15/02/27(Fri)20:37 No. 23326 ID: 2c5f80

>>22960
>>22970
What an arrogant guy (I presume) you are. Yes, you gave a critique, but then went on to, as one of the previous commenters said to bludgeon the author in a totally arrogant way - both in words and in tone

Author, please ignore him. As others have said, this shows promise and I for one am looking forward to the future installments


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Anonymous 15/03/09(Mon)06:24 No. 23360 ID: 69dddc

.....am i reading smut about notch?neat.




The Galaxy's Hardest Seduction (futadom on fem,sci-fi,whatever I feel I-i-it&!eK93fqw5CM!!MyL2ZmMTR4 15/03/03(Tue)04:41 No. 23340 ID: 36207d [Reply]

Primary Tags: futadom, futa on female, sci-fi. Tags are subject to rampant change. Could get extreme later (beast, noncon, piss, asphyx), but no scat, ped, or hard guro.

This is my first attempt at elit (fingers crossed on the formatting). Constructive criticism is welcome. I'll tease you a bit in chapter one, drop the first sex scene in chapter two, and we'll ramp up the freakiness from there, possibly based on you guys' comments. No promises though. I reserve the right to ignore input I don't like.




Vengeance Diplomatic Station, low Earth orbit, 2088

I ducked into the men's bathroom and entered one of the "stalls," though it was really more of a suite than a stall. It was a fully enclosed room the size of a bedroom. It smelled of lavender for fuck's sake, but that's diplomatic stations for you. I wouldn't be surprised if they gilded the toilet paper. Pulling my succubus kit from my pocket, I thumbed a few buttons on its screen. Red text showed records of the hormone and pheromone levels of every being I'd gotten within five meters of throughout the evening. Changes in hormone levels that occurred after looking at or talking to me were highlighted in green. Basically, I could see who wanted to bang me. I scanned the highlighted rows, checking their species. Human, human, human... Damn. None of my targets were responding. Time to change my face and try again.

I tapped another button, and holograms of my preset bodies appeared around me. I allowed myself a grin. Every one of the bodies was a custom design by yours truly, and they were all goddamn masterpieces. Unfortunately, two of these masterpieces had already failed to get a response tonight, not including the body I was currently wearing. I batted away the voluptuous redhead and the androgynous athlete, who both vanished, leaving half a dozen options.

I picked Lail. I always picked Lail when the others fell short. Her hologram looked up at me through her lashes, running her tongue along her bottom lip. Her eyes were black. Deep. I'd spent ten weeks perfecting them, so that you could look down into them for miles and miles and find a secret meaning every step of the way. I reached out to hold her hand. I couldn't touch a hologram, of course, but she responded as though I had, and kept her hand in mine. Her fingers were fragile, with hollow bones. All her bones were like that, to keep her under thirty kilos - light enough to make a lover feel like a god of strength when they lifted her in their arms or pinned
her down one handed. Sure, her body was too lithe to carry the raw sexual appeal of the redhead or the blonde, but I made up the difference with skill. I liked to think of her like a faction in a game. In Starcraft VII: Arbiter of Deception, I'd mess around with the Zerg or the Protoss-Terran Remnant, but when things got competitiv Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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I-i-it&!47oUjPlt3Y!!t0L2AxZGp1 15/03/06(Fri)04:19 No. 23351 ID: 721e97

Posting chapter two within the hour, but first, thank you to the first commenter for the criticism and the second commenter for the warm fuzzies. On with the show.


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Chapter Two I-i-it&!47oUjPlt3Y!!t0L2AxZGp1 15/03/06(Fri)04:36 No. 23352 ID: 721e97

New Tag of the day: Asphyxiation (nonlethal)

I materialized in a room with no doors – no way out. The wall was a circular screen, black at the moment. The ceiling and floor were aquariums, alive with creatures I could only describe as squid. Muted light filtered through the water above and below, casting the room in flickering blue. I glanced around for Avalon, and saw a throne in the center of the room, carved to look like a sea monster that had contorted itself into the shape of a chair. The four armrests were the four heads of the beast, and a sword’s hilt protruded from each of their gaping mouths. For a moment, I could have sworn I heard them growling, until I realized that was the distant rumble of the ship’s engine.

Before I could look away from the throne, Avalon materialized on it, her eyes on mine. The knot in my brainstem exploded, flooding my brain, rushing down my spine. My nipples stiffened against the fabric of my dress. I felt my sex puffing up, the lips flaring open, tingling, buzzing, itching to be rubbed. My legs trembled. Avalon leaned back, her wings sliding into slots on her throne.

“Strip,” she said.

My hands moved to obey, but I stopped myself, remembering my character. “I never agreed to sleep with you, you know,” I said.

“I neither need nor want your agreement,” she said. “Strip.”

I pulled down the zipper at the back of my dress. The electricity was going crazy, pulsing through my sex, rubbing me inside, better than a lover’s tongue, and it was all I could do not to moan. At this point, I wouldn't have looked away from Avalon’s golden eyes if she’d let me. My dress slid down my body and pooled around my feet, revealing my rounded breasts, my delicate waist, the gap between my thighs. Avalon’s eyes never left mine. Lail naked was a sight that others would kill to see – that others had killed to see, yet here I stood, ignored, and somehow being cast aside like that made me even hornier. I reached down to scratch the itch at the apex of my legs. Electricity froze my arm at the last second, my fingertips quivering a centimeter away from my clit. Avalon was smirking. My cheeks flushed with anger, or was it embarrassment? The electricity was blurring my mind. It was getting tough to remember how my character should react to things, and tougher still to keep myself from just climbing on Avalon’s lap and fucking my own brains out on her cock. I was pretty sure that would be out of character, but I absolutely needed something inside me right now.

“Let go,” I begged, “please.”
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Anonymous 15/03/06(Fri)12:37 No. 23355 ID: f5b1c2

Very nice, but a bit lacking in emotion. Also, quite a few stop-start sentences that could do with being separated by a comma instead of a period.
>My toes pointed, the electricity intensifying as she slid a second finger into my ass, then a third.
>My vision was going black, and I writhed for air one last time, hearing her moan in response to my struggles.
Stuff like that.




A Quiet Evening At Home (Mf+ ped inc beast extreme) Nicholas+Fellheimer 10/08/17(Tue)08:32 No. 9392 ID: 7b23cd [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]

A Quiet Evening at Home
- by Nicholas Fellheimer
(with thanks to PuppyLoverDawn!)

As I waited for the dog's thick cock to unknot from my ass and slowly came down from another orgasm, I opened my eyes and stared across the kitchen floor: in the living room, someone was fucking my youngest daughter on the couch, but I couldn't quite make out who it was. Sliding my face across the slick of spit and cum on the linoleum, I tried to get a better look, but the little whore kept thrashing around. Didn't look like her father, at least not from this angle. Probably one of Jeremy's friends.

Now I started wondering where my husband might have gotten off to. And was our back porch light on? He's probably out there selling tickets to the neighbors. I turned, and a rain of piss spattered across my face. Another of Jeremy's friends - in the study, my middle daughter was putting on some sort of slit-licking show with a young lady I had not yet been introduced to, much to the delight of the boys.

A second stream hit my face, followed by a third. The bathroom was apparently occupied, so someone had announced that the kitchen floor was now the place to piss. A dripping dick was wiped dry in my hair, then slipped into my mouth.

Goodness.

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Maybe I should start from the beginning.
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Missing Stories Anonymous 14/12/06(Sat)06:17 No. 22908 ID: 1b3ad7

Hey Nicholas... As a big fan of Phil Phantom I think it is great that you, and AnnonyMPC of course, have started writing stories in that over the top style that disappeared when he did. But since then end of lolli on Hentai-Foundry, I cannot find your stuff anywhere. There may not be anything new if you've been busy but I know there were several posted to HF before the end!

So this is one fan asking you to post those missing stories here or perhaps on asstr.org or anywhere for that matter and let us know where we need to go to watch for NEW nichollasfellheimer stories! TIA


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Anonymous 15/02/23(Mon)05:42 No. 23311 ID: 2b658d

brilliant stuff


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Anonymous 15/02/28(Sat)23:27 No. 23333 ID: 5db6d8

For anybody who wants to read Nicholas' story easier. Somebody reposted his stories here http://fetstories.com/author/Nicholas-Fellheimer/




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