My name is Seamus. Yeah, I know. Pronounced Shay-muss. I come from an Irish family. We came to America a few years before I was born. My father ran a Bar and nightclub until he and my mother were killed in a plane crash when I was 25. I had been living on my own for a few years at that point, working a steady job at a goth nightclub alongside a good friend of mine, Johnny, who was half Irish and half Japanese. I had to take a month off of work to deal with all the arrangements. They were thankfully understanding. Johnny was there for me the whole time, and his little sister Alice would come over with him now and again. She was such a cute little thing, with her almond-shaped brilliant green eyes, pale skin, and slightly ruddy cheeks. She'd sit with me for hours at a time playing videogames and listening to music, and being surprisingly intelligent for a 10 year old. Johnny would joke that she had a crush on me and she'd poke him in the ribs and tell him to stop. I was incredibly thankful for their company in my time of need. A couple months later the funeral was held, and dad, a former IRA fighter, was a devout catholic, so we had a catholic service and burial, Father Davis once again asking me to come to sunday service. I politely refused, as always. I've not cared for religion since I was a child.

After a couple more months, I decided to leave my job at the club and head off to college to get a degree. I said goodbye to my friends, little Alice giving me a great big hug, and off I went. A few years later I had a few trade licenses under my belt, and I got to work as a contractor back home. It was slow going at first, but after a few months I had a pretty decent business going, and had purchased a nice apartment and a motorcycle. Johnny had been busy, and called me up to go over and hang out that weekend. I had a job I was headed to early saturday but promised to show up afterwards.

That saturday I headed out to the job site, where they wanted me to assist in rewiring some office building undergoing renovations. Sweaty, dirty work, and by the end of it I was tired, sweaty, and covered in some kind of plastic dust. A promise is a promise, though, so I headed over to Johnny's place with a quick stop for a bottle of whiskey and a quick change of clothes at home. His house was gorgeous. His parents had purchased this little run-down old victorian house, fixed it up, and sold it to him under the instruction that he let Alice live there too so she could go to school in the city, then they moved on to flip another house. Apparently they'd been doing this for years before him and I had met at the club. Perfect house for a goth, really. Green shingles, dark red brick, and green wooden siding. I knocked at the door, and Johnny opened it with a big grin on his face.
"Great to see you, man. How've you been?" He said, motioning me inside.
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Ok so I am throwing my hat into the ring. I have been inspired to try my hand at writing a story since I am bored and want to write. I am looking for constructive feedback and to start getting more comfortable sharing my stories rather than just letting them sit in my hard drive over the crippling anxiety of putting myself out there. I am going to try very hard to pound (lol) out this story semi-regularly and I have a definite ending in mind so without further ado, A Final Promise.

Tags: Loli(ish), Romantic, Sex and Teacher/student, M/f

This story contains the following -

MM, MF, rape, anal, ntr, blood, piss, cum

If any of these things disturb you, I advise you now, please do not read. If you choose to do so anyway and are offended, please stfu about the subject matter, you were warned about it before hand.

I hope you enjoy this. I have multiple parts in this story in mind, I will write more if I get positive feedback.


The battle is long over. I am beaten, my sword knocked aside, my legs bleeding, a gash running across my arm. I do not know why I have not been slain yet. The brute is clearly more of a swordsman than I, better trained, stronger, faster. My rudimentary training was nothing compared to his artful strikes. I do not believe that I even laid my blade on him seriously.

I kneel in the dirt, waiting for a death blow. I am met with a sharp kick to my stomach. I taste the wedding meal I had consumed earlier, as I fall flat into the mud. I am lifted up by my hair, and kicked in the stomach again, and again, and again. I know not why this brute continues to prolong this: he has won, I am no match for him. Why does he not just slay me here.

He picks me up, and punches me in my tender abdomen again. I can barely voice my surrender, my voice has been beaten out of me. The brute picks me up, and wraps his arms around my throat, choking me. My undergarments become warm and heavy, as I begin to reflexively piss myself in utter fear. I am too weak, too beaten, to escape this beast's grasp, the creeping, fading, foggy blackness that envelopes me quicker than sleep.

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Hey all, presenting a single chapter from the first half of my magnum opus, a gender bender take on (what is essentially) 21 Jump street. Please read it and tell me if this is any good. I'll post more if there is interest. What I really need is an editor, but I'll settle for some feedback. [MF] M>F

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Chapter 6
After the run in with surprise visitors, both agents agreed to a change in procedure. Every morning began at 5:30, where Dan dressed as Allison and wore whatever Jess had laid out the night before. Then Allison’s day consisted of whatever gauntlet of feminine youth Jess had devised. Slang lessons, fashion designer recognition, hair styling and dancing one day; Intro to snapchat use, what to keep in her purse, proper nail care the next, on and on it went.

Dan didn’t like being a girl. He felt like all the clothes were either too tight or too loose and fluttery. Managing in heels was a chore but selecting the correct accessories to augment an outfit was impossible. Jess had him constantly messing with Allison’s hair or face, which Dan judged pointless since Allison was already gorgeous. However, Jess refused to relent and so every morning was a slog of makeup and memorizing new styling options. Worse still, be it tits, or ass, something was constantly giggling after every quick motion. He also hated the music, but that was a product of Allison’s generation, not her gender.

It wasn’t all bad though. Dan enjoyed feeling Allison’s smooth, flawless skin. Seeing her beautiful face in the mirror each morning was an absolute delight. Also, the sheer variety of wardrobe options were intriguing, in a way men’s clothes never would be. She was her own private Barbie doll!

However, Allison felt about a particular day’s training, none of it measured favorably against how she’d been dreading today. Since the Johnsons had invited their neighbors to a block party and Jess had agreed, she had watched the date approach with trepidation. Now the party was underway.

Now, after a morning of training she was staring at the bikini Jess had laid out for her and shivered as she considered Gill and his intense eyes. “Why did it have to be a pool party?” Allison asked herself.
Throughout the week, she had almost convinced herself she had mistaken Gill’s friendliness for something more, but she still didn’t want to wear a miniscule two-piece in front of him. But Allison didn’t dare raise the concern to
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This is another one of those "I have more planned out, I will write it if anyone shows interest in it" deals.

Tags: Mf, mf, ff, urine, cum, light bondage


Susan’s legs began to quiver and shake, as she felt her bladder burst, and the happy warmth that had been building up inside her leak all over her legs and onto her husband’s hand. She grunted and moaned softly, hugging the muscular arm that was almost as big as she was, that was controlling the hand that was diddling her.

When her cookie box had finished quivering, her husband took her off the table, and lay her on the floor. He straddled over the little girl’s face, erect wee in hand. Susan began to compliantly kiss and lick the thick reddish wee, taking its mushroom shaped head into her little mouth, and sucking the syrupy wee juice from it like juice from an overripe peach.

Soon her husband began to quiver and shake. Susan tried to open her mouth to prepare for what was coming, but she was too tiny: torrents of wee milk filled her mouth too quickly for her to swallow, and spilled onto her face.

He squatted over her for half a minute, coating her face and hair with his wee milk. When he was done, he knelt beside her, hugging her, patting her, stroking her blond hair, tangled with dried clumps of wee milk that had been there for weeks. Susan felt a warm quiver of satisfaction that she was able to satisfy her man so well. She couldn’t wait until she began her monthly flow, and could give him a baby.

They kissed softly, as his hands ventured back to her cookie box...

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Pretty sure you're looking for "Loving Yvonne" by Jokermon. It's floated around but is currently on Literorica.

https://www.literotica.com/s/loving-yvonne

I could've sworn there was a version where they wins up having a daughter with a similiar predicament, but that may have been another story entirely.

This story contains the following:

MF, FF, MFF, rape, piss, (implied) scat, blood, (implied) torture


It had been 90 days and nights passed since Tai’s first moonblood, and the little oriental slave had had two more since. Lord Edward and Lady Sylvia were very eager for the coming night: it was the night that they could take her into their bed for breeding. As a slave girl, there were limits as to how Tai could be used, set down by tradition and practicality, that Edward and Sylvia generally obeyed: as soon as she was able to walk, she was diddled, and taught to lap Sylvia’s pussy like a kitten. Later on, when she was in her 6th or 7th summer, she was taught to fellate by Edward, and even though she could barely fit the tip of his penis in her tiny mouth, he managed to teach her how to swallow his thick load without gagging. She was an eager student, and took to the lessons gladly, using her newfound knowledge to suck the little boy slaves to orgasm after orgasm when she was penned beside them.

She was a sex object, but she had never been truly bred as a whore. Tradition forbade the masters of the manor from taking her as a true mount until the 7th night from her 3rd moonblood. How they ached to take the slim, sinewy, fallow, coconut cream colored oriental girl to her bed, to spitroast her between their aching genitals, as they copulated like animals, filling her with their lust juices, and bringing her to orgasm after eye rolling orgasm. The entire week leading up to this night, they had taken every opportunity to molest and violate Tai, without actually bringing her to climax. With her hands bound behind her, and with no objects to relieve herself on in the bedroom pen where she was kept, she could only suffer the molestations, her thighs glistening with the juices of her sex, as she was kept in a constant state of arousal.

Even though there was no tradition compelling them to do so, the lord and lady of the house also refrained from satisfying themselves in the week leading up to their slaves defloration, so as to take special pleasure in the occasion when it finally arrived. This was especially hard for them, as given their standing, they were particularly accustomed to relieving their sexual urges at will, with any slave who happened to be handy. So throughout the week, the master and mistress were in a constantly visible state of arousal, mistress’s milk white thighs shiny with the juices of her constantly leaking sex, and master’s trousers showing a conspicuous bulge throughout the day.

On this, the 98th day, they had a feast, both to celebrate the taking of Tai’s maidenhead, and to sustain them: once the sun went down, the mating would continue to their absolute exhaustion. It was not unknown for such couplings to last a week without anyone emerging from the bedchamber for food. The young slave was fed at the table with master and mistress, and ate the same Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

This is a continuation of my Magic Marker story. You can read Book One at http://www.asstr.org/~AnonyMPC/Magic_Marker_Book_One.html

The "Previously On, Magic Marker" version:

Twelve-year-old Susan found a magic marker on her way home from the swimming pool with her older brother Keith. As a joke, he wrote "smelly feet" on her, and she noticed her feet actually did smell... a smell which stopped when the mark wore off. This convinced her the marker really was magic, that everything written on someone with the marker became true... from "smelly feet", to the word "jerk" she wrote on her brother, to "super horny" which he wrote on her as a joke once he became a jerk. More marks followed, growing steadily more sexual, culimating in Keith turning Susan into his own personal fuck toy and making their parents have complete faith in him. Although she was thoroughly enjoying the incestuous sex, Susan had been counting on things returning to normal when "jerk" mark wore off his body, only to find he rewrote the mark on himself, because he liked who he'd become and what he'd gotten out of it.

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Oh, and this is the first thing I've posted that I wrote while livestreaming my writing, as such, there are some ideas or lines or outfits directly from viewers... I didn't keep track of who or what parts specifically, but I do owe a general acknowledgement.

Magic Marker, Book Two: Indelible (mg, Mg, mc, fg, bond, anal, inc, Mdom, humil, magic, oral, spank, toys)


Chapter One:

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First off. This is a repost of a story posted on /elit/ back in 2010 and updated last in 2012. You can find a link to the original archived thread here:
https://web.archive.org/web/20130917094523/http://7chan.org/elit/res/10610.html
This is a repost without permission, but not for lack of trying. I contacted the original author (Fluffins) through e-mail four days ago and haven't gotten any response. Maybe this will bring about a reappearance? I can only hope as much.

Below is the original text of the story, formatted identically to how it was originally posted.



First time writer here, r&r, plzkthx.
Contains: All futa, All underage
(remember, boys and girls, pedophilia is illegal in the US, only fap to it, never do it IRL)

Nov. 12, 2010.
Hi, My name is Faith Woods, I’m 14 years old, shoulder-length straight red hair, still-growing B cup breasts, perfect 6.5:1 hip:waist ratio (I’m kind of a math nerd), I'm 5 feet tall with a healthy does of freckles, and I’m not a normal girl. I mean, I try to be normal. I go to a regular middle school, have normal friends and a totally normal family… it’s me that isn’t totally normal. And hell, I didn’t even know I was abnormal ‘till about a week ago.
See, last Wednesday night, I grew a dick.
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The other day I was going through some old boxes and found my old Gameboy with a copy of the first Final Fantasy in still in it and ended up playing it for a few hours, which I had fun with. To get straight to the point, I was wondering if anyone knew of any stories that were more or less a smutty version of FFI; a simple fantasy adventure in which the heroes travel the world, slay monsters, rescue the princess and save the world. Only with lots of sex.

Bonus points if it's about a single man traveling with a party of ladies.