I re-read a story I wrote some time ago. Then I decided to write some more. If this post's format screws up on 7chan then I apologize, this is my first time posting here.

Since some people may want or need to track this story or other stories I may post, I’ll go by the pen name "Rachael Avarie" here rather than Anonymous. This is the first story/writing I’m sharing with the world, so feedback is especially appreciated.

I considered writing this in first person, but I may be switching point of views, so I’ll stick with third person. I’ll also be writing with spacing between paragraphs because I’m not sure if websites such as this will allow for tab indentation. I’ll leave no line spaces between multiple quotes except between some extra large paragraphs, and will merely use a double star ** to indicate a new speaker, as necessary. Double inverted commas indicate speech; single inverted commas indicate thought, normally. Now although this story is rated as science fiction, I’ve made an effort to make it seem as realistic as possible. I’ve tried to make the character reactions to the unnatural as accurate as a real person’s reaction would be, though at points I’ve had to tone it down to forgo to write too much “gasp, shock, horror, ugh!” character reactions. Hints: the first chapter isn’t very erotic, but the second chapter will have scenes that, hopefully, ‘deliver’ (if you know what I mean ;)

Splurb: Julia is an ordinary 17-year-old girl. She gets implanted with a biological creature that attaches itself to her and starts growing. Don’t want to put too many spoilers here otherwise.

Tags: tentacle(s), f/f, f/m, science fiction


Chapter 1

Tuesday, school was out. Julia Sharinotte hated this walk home. That wasn’t to say it was sleazy, nor impossibly far, but something seemed off about one particular building. She’d be damned if she was going to walk around the block, however. Julia walked swiftly, ignoring the sights and the smells around her. Her mother was a quarter Japanese, though they’d all been born in the US. She considered herself an average girl, definitely of average height, though prettier than average, with long dirty-blonde hair, pale blue-green eyes. Her face had a touch of freckles, and she had B-cups, wrapped onto a slender, 17-year old frame. Her best friend certainly didn’t consider her average; she was always gushing about how gorgeous she was, about how unfair it was that she didn’t have to wear makeup. Oh Julia wore makeup, the tiniest amount she considered healthy, but she hated eyeliner. In her opinion, it destroyed a person’s face, more often than not.

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This is where all of my stories are going to go, so it's easier for me and the readers to keep track of them.

As I've stated before, each of my stories are being rewritten to fix numerous errors and adding new and revised content. Upon completion, each story will be put into a 'book' complete with art and bonus goodies. I'll be posting each story, one at a time, chapter by chapter. Then once I'm finished, there will be a link to where the PDF book can be downloaded for your leisurely reading pleasure. Once one story is finished, I will start posting up another and so on and so on.

As before, you are all free to reach me through my email, which should be, linked to my name. I enjoy any and all feedback and suggestions.

[Tags: Shota, consensual "rape", whatever I want]
[Just a little something I had in my head. Tell me if you want more.]

It took decades of research. Countless sleepless nights poured over ancient texts, shifting through the dark corners of the internet, murders, and all my money. But I finally got what I searched for: the last surviving copy of an authentic tome of spells, which had no name but was referred to as “The Pervert’s Necronomicon” (Or simply “Necropervicon”). In it, as I expected, was a spell that allowed me to transfer my mind back through time and take possession of my past self. Before I cast the spell, after gathering the ingredients and preparing them, I made an extensive note on events that happened from when I was 7, up to now. Everything of value, from lottery numbers to plane crashes; I put it all in a journal that I would place in a dimensional pocket that existed outside of time, so that I could take it when I had cast my spell. I also put the tome there, for it contains innumerable useful spells that I could use.

Eventually, once all was prepared, I cast the spell. I was instantly in my past-self’s 7 year old body. It was in the middle of the night, and the first thing I did was to open up the pocket dimension, and took what I needed for the next step in my plan; to take control of my parents’ minds. This was not done out of spite, or desire to control them, but merely to make sure that they would not get in the way (Although, I must admit, I did make them work for me; they would do nothing but make money for me, and invest it where I told them to, so that I would not need to work, myself).

Once the spell was cast, and they were completely under my control, I continued to shape my new (well, not really new, but terms get iffy when time travel is involved) body to better suit my needs; I grew the hair long, made the body permanently petite, reshaped my face and so on, to make me, in short, incredibly fucking adorable. I had silky-smooth, shoulder-length red hair; small chubby cheeks; some freckles; perfect teeth; small, perky nipples; a penis that looked rather big on my body; an tiny, tight, firm arse, permanently clean; and no hair on my body, except for the hair on my head.

The following day, I had my mother buy me clothing to better suit my purposes; tight, revealing, feminine clothes that outlined my tight, firm arse. I then gave her a list of things to buy- lottery tickets, precious metals, and various ingredients for spells- while I went off to, of all places, the local mall. There I expected a vicious paedophile to be, and he was supposed to be my first test subject.

It didn’t take long for me to find him. He was younger than any of the pictures I found in the papers, sure, but I could still recognise him. He was in his late 20s, black hair, muscular, and with large hands. I walked up behind him, and hugged him from beh Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

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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Hi. Not sure where this goes, but thought people might want to hear it. An experience from awhile ago. True story, not fictional so sorry if it doesn't belong here :S Mind you, this is a personal account so the details might be to much in some parts and less in others.


I remember my first threesome. It was me and my bf and one of his female friends that I only knew by acquaintance. Now his friend was much more attractive than me in every way, talking perfect breasts with small pink nipples, small waist, cute outie belly button and a perfect face with an upturned nose. Imagine all of that with reddish blond hair going down to her breasts and warm light brown eyes and you got her. It turns out that she was a lesbian, which took me by surprise. Though, this is the story of before the threesome and it has forever changed my life.

So my while my bf was out getting food and weed, she was sitting on the couch and I was busy playing Eve online at the desk. I'm watching her at the corner of my eye as she gracefully walks around our place and I couldn't help but realize how drawn I was to her. Though, I'm your average geeky/nerdy girl, so I looked a little unkempt at the time : / I have light brown skin, thin build, dark brown eyes, petite and spikey short hair like an anime character that goes to my jaw. She commented on my "cute outfit" which was just grey comfy grey booty shorts, a black hoodie with a bra and some grey slippers. I look at her and I say thanks. Our eyes meet and I felt my jaw slacken a little bit. She was sticking her tongue out at my playfully at me. I'm sure it's like this for guys as well, when a girl can see on your face that you're attracted to her and she knows she has you wrapped around her finger.

Well, it was one of those moments.

She was wearing a cute little black top, dark blue skinny jeans and black flats. Oh gosh and those EYES. I couldn't stop looking at her. I heard some beeping sounds and saw that my ship was being attacked so I quickly resumed what I was doing and again but, at the corner of my eye, still watching her. She walked away from me, slightly giggling. I turned back to the screen and continued on with my task at hand. About 20 seconds later, I felt her presence behind me and her hair fell across my own shoulders and onto my own breasts. She smelt wonderful, like lavender with a hint of cinnamon. I closed my eyes for some time, not paying attention to my game. She took off part of my headset and whispered right into my ear:


"I know you want me. I saw it on your cute little face. Mmmmm I can even smell it off you now." She lightly takes her mouth to my neck and makes little cute sniffing sounds like a dog would make and then, licked the side of my neck gently. I couldn't contain myself at this point. I could feel the anticipation in my heart and between my legs. I h Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

"I'll see you after marching practice honey!" his mom called as Frank hopped out of the front seat of the family minivan.

"See ya mom" he replied and headed over to where his friends were congregating outside of the band hall.

As Frank walked up they all looked up and smiled, "Hey there, stud".
"Uh, hey guys." Frank replied cautiously.

"Dude" Rodney said, walking around the other guys, "Let me be the first to shake your hand".

Frank edged away slightly as Rodney's hand shot out toward him, but shook it slowly, "What's wrong with you guys?"

"Sara, dude", Mikey said, adjusting his glasses with his index finger, "She spilled the beans about you."

Frank and his new girlfriend had had their second movie date a couple of nights before and instead of dropping her off right afterwards, they had made out in the backseat of his mom's van he had borrowed for the night. She had been a little shy until she slid her hand up the inside of his thigh and felt his cock. Things had heated up pretty quickly from there.

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Foreword

This is based on a roleplay I played out with a fellow shota-lover on Omegle. (Who will remain unnamed)

In this scenario Nekos are a common site and take the place of common household pets like cats and dogs. They are everything you expect from a Neko, intelligence around that of a human 10 year old but behaviour of their respective animals. (Licking, digging ect.)

[START]
Chapter 1

It had been a long day at work boss was kicking up a stink about nothing, the usual idiots seem to be multiplying by the dozen. I shook my head and tried not to think about it, right now I just wanted to get home and have a bath. The rain had picked up since I had left work and my umbrella was barely holding out against the wind. I picked up the pace a little until my foot contacted with something. I looked down and there was a figure curled up on the floor. I stared at it for a moment, shocked into silence. It stirred and looked up at me. A Neko!

I was confused, why was there a Neko out here? This was the Central Business District, nobody lived here, and I had never seen a wild or stray Neko before.
The Neko looked me over before going back to it's origional position.
I decided to state my curiosity and asked. “...Why are you here?”
The Neko didn't move. “My master abandoned me.”
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http://www.hentai-foundry.com/stories/user/LordTyrant/9154/A-Blackthorned-Angel

(F/Herm, impreg, other, tentacle play)

Due to my unfamiliarity with formatting on this board, and the necessity of italics, I've linked my story.

I'm interested in critique of the story, particularly technical or grammar faults.

The .doc supplied is the raw format in its final form. The Hentai Foundry version has most of the proper little details. Differ websites and their settings, etc.

Another tale from one of the darker corners of the early Lily-verse. I'm not terribly pleased to have found this squirming around in my skull, but there it was.

If you only like pleasantly consensual sex, you won't like this. Doesn't descend to guro or anything like that, though.

Beyond that, I'll let the story tell itself.

As always, I appreciate any feedback. Even negative feedback makes me a better writer.

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Korsakov Party Girls
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Jamie found herself on a low table, crouched on hands and knees, next to another girl, almost touching shoulder to hip.

They were both naked, from what Jamie could see. Well, the other girl had a dog tail in her ass. Jamie was wearing a collar with a short chain bolted to the table. There was something rubbery in her teeth, she couldn't close her mouth. It felt like there might be something in her pussy, in her butt, and even nudging at her clit.
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I hammered the last stakes in up to their tips, making sure the tent was tight enough to last through the storm the radio said was coming. Sure didn't look like foul weather - the sky was clear and the afternoon sun was golden and warm - but weather can change in an instant up in the mountains. I figured I still had a couple hours of clear summer day, though, and having finished making camp I decided to waste no time and go for a swim.

I chose this area because I like the isolation. There aren't any trails that come anywhere near these lakes, so it's a twenty-mile cross-country hike to get out here... I think I'm the first to make the trek this year, and it's already mid-July.

The moment I had first reached the lake, exhausted from topping that last ridge, I knew I'd be stopping here for a simple reason: no mosquitoes. Usually it's impossible to even sit still near a body of water this high up without being mobbed by a hellswarm of the things, and I came armed with pure DEET and an assortment of (completely ineffectual) citrus candles. But this place was different. I knew because of the utter silence - there were no biting flies, no no-see-ums, no bugs at all. The lake felt as quiet as a church.

I traipsed down from my camp to the lake on bare feet, wearing a pair of shorts that could double as a swimsuit. The lake was nestled in at the end of a long slope of boulders and scree, the remains of a melted glacier. To one side, a stark rocky cliff rose straight up from the water, and on the other the lake overflowed in a stream that fell down the side of the mountain. The view of the valley was amazing. The lake itself was incredibly clear, with deep blue depths abutting the cliff and a shallow gravelly floor on the side of the stream. Here above the treeline, it was probably even safe to drink. I stepped gingerly over sunbaked rocks to the gently lapping shore.

The water was cold, of course, like glacial runoff tends to be. In situations like this, there are two options: either you go in inch by agonizing inch, or you dunk yourself and get it over with. Either way you freeze your nuts off, but at least the second way is over faster. I steeled myself and jumped right in.

For the first few seconds I could hardly breathe. The reflex is to tighten your chest and breathe in shallow gulps, and you feel like you're going to run out of air, but if you stay in and move around you eventually get used to it. So I thrashed around and shivered, trying to zen my way to comfort. My movements disturbed the still water and the waves reflected off of the cliff, so the whole lake seemed to be waking up, reacting to my presence with choppy water.

I was out a bit beyond the depth where I could stand, rapidly dogpaddling and feeling my extremities go numb, when the lake suddenly went still.

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