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Make an /i/nvasion board

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Girls who are having trouble on ice, or at least look like they've had trouble.

Hi, I'm a somewhat experienced website developer and I've been thinking recently about this board.

So many people have come and gone. So many brilliant stories and fragments of imagination have entered the first page of this board and fallen off the last, shared for moments with a not so stereotypical community, and never to be revisited. Maybe that would feel slightly different were this board unlimited in length, but who knows.

I feel some pangs of sadness for the loss of work and the artists and readers who have come and gone over the many years. I'd like to create a safe place to store and talk about these stories that aren't quite mainstream. I honestly think the deletion of these stories is a loss for humanity.

ASSTR exists, but it can be temper-mental at best, and part of me knows that it won't remain online forever, and provides little in way of discussion.

My main hang ups are hosting and funding. I feel some sort of drive to do something to preserve what I consider a strange yet beautiful art in it's own right, yet the money required to host such a site would need a source, and I would never want a great deal of my real reputation to be ruined from involvement with this kind of community, as sad as that is to admit.

Furthermore, certain countries and companies have different (and evolving) attitudes to hosting such content. It is all a strange thought, but something I feel would be a good thing to do.

If anyone has any advice or opinions (positive or negative) please share them. Thanks.

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PROPHECY-- The Punishment Of My Evil Elites

"The WEF has got to go, My son. It is evil. I will eradicate it from the Earth. Its leaders are evil; they want to destroy the planet. I will eradicate them. I will destroy them all. The evil elite will be destroyed from off the face of the Earth. I will destroy all who want to destroy humanity. They are evil. Expect their elimination. Tell all they will be destroyed. I will depopulate them from off the planet. They have to go. Tell all that they will fail in their attempt to start World War 3; I will destroy them; they have got to go. A blight they are, destroying humanity with evil drugs, vaccines, and all manner of wickedness. Their technology will not go far; I will destroy them. Their AI machines will fail their objectives; all the works of Satan will fail. They give themselves unto the Devil; destroy them I will. Their wealth will fail them in the end, fail to rescue them from the evil calamities coming. The LORD has spoken. Amen and amen. Distribute far and wide."

Futanari Softcore Highschool Drama

I should have put on my condom. I was in a rush that morning, and was already out the door before I had realized my mistake. At that point I decided that I could brave the day without the protection. Now I was on the bus, with no condom between my sensitive dick and the tight, ribbed fabric of my cock sock. I should have worn a long skirt, fashion be damned. Still, I could take it. I wasn't like most girls, drooling my way through two, maybe three condoms a day. I could usually get by with just one, and not even toss it full when I changed after school. Maybe I'd need two if we had gym. Regardless, I kept looking around to see if anyone had noticed my missing article, as if they could see my penis in all its nakedness. Shifting in my seat, I tried to not let my vulnerability bother me. This train of thought was keeping me gently throbbing, which certainly wouldn't help. At least I had worn black socks, so maybe with careful management I could get through the day without anyone noticing.
I glanced across the aisle, and sitting a couple seats back from me was Brook, texting on her phone. Her forearm-sized penis was dangling below the seat between her legs, clad in a striped stocking. Brook was the embodiment of a ripe fruit, plump and dripping with juices. We hadn't even gotten to school, and already her condom was forming a bulbous protuberance at the end of her dick, slowly filling with fluid. I faced forward and smirked to myself. If she ever forgot her condom -excuse me, condoms-, she'd be spattering the floor in minutes.
The bus made another stop, and Michael stepped on. I self-consciously adjusted my penis as I saw him casually check me out. We locked eyes for just a moment before he started walking towards his seat, and I felt my heart flutter. I also felt a small drop of precum soak its way into the end of my sock. I sighed and rolled my eyes. This wasn't going to work.

I had made it through most of the day without incident. A few slow dribbles had been coaxed from my penis by a daydream involving Michael, his tongue, and my naked body, but otherwise my sock remained relatively dry. As I was pulling some books from my locker, I glanced across the hall and saw Braden forming a cage against the wall with his lean, muscular arms. Gazing up at him with wide eyes was meek and buxom Brook. I saw her dick started to fatten and twitch from beneath her pleated skirt, and she squeezed it between her thighs. Braden was known to be a bit of an animal, and all of the girls' dicks drooled for him. Trapped between him and the wall, Brook was practically pleading to be ravaged. I bit my lip in erotic sympathy as I saw Braden run a hand down Brook's face, then down her blouse, which was tented by her torpedo tits topped with obscenely erect nipples. I guess I wasn't the only braving the elements. She bit h Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

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Ever want to fuck Lola Bunny?

Apparently, now you can.

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Hello all!
I have never posted one of my stories before and thought it might be nice to share one and see what people think. I don't write much but tend to enjoy it when I do. Depending on what people think of this one I might continue it tonight. Please give it a read and let me know what you think, and if this break any rules, I do apologize.

I'll use the tags I think pertain to this story are: ped, lesbian, voyeurism, incest, masturbation

Disclaimer:
This story is a work of fiction and should be considered as such. If you are offended by any sexual depictions of minors please stop reading now. Any resemblance to any persons living or dead is entirely coincidental. I do not advise or condone any sexual activity with children or anyone who does not or cannot give proper consent. I do not condone abuse or neglect.
That all being said, please enjoy my very first story:

Her breath came in short spurts and tiny gasps, her little hand touching and teasing in ways that she had only just discovered. Charlene Mason, age 12, laid on her bed, only partially covered up in her bedspread as she explored the warm and moist treasures between her legs. She found that touching herself induced a pleasure she had never experienced before and had found entirely by accident. One morning in the shower she rubbed herself while cleaning up and found that she got a spark and a warm feeling between her legs. Ever since then she'd tried to replicate the accidental burst, but had failed until this morning.

Last night she had a dream about something she had only heard about in the whisperings of her friends at school, a penis. She had never seen one before but from the descriptions she was getting from her friends, it was certainly something she wanted to find out about. Her mind spent the full day wondering what it would feel like, taste, and smell like to have one in person.

In this day and age of the internet, Charlene knew that it would only take a cursory internet search to find out what they looked like. She also knew that doing that at school would get her talked to by the administration and her father. Looking that up at home would have also been a no-no since she didn't want her father to catch her and his was the only computer in the house other than his phone. There would be no way to get her hands on the phone and no alone time with the computer.

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(mind control, gender change, solo, m/f)

The first time it happened, I didn't know what I was doing.

I hadn't been able to sleep. This wasn't especially abnormal, but usually I'd have to skip a night's rest and then the next day I'd be able to get a few hours in. Enough to feel human.

This was study hall, which amounted to a blow off class for most of us. I was going on 72 hours without any shuteye and while the girls in front of me were playing a card game and the football guys were talking about freshman girls in the corner behind me, I was resting my head on my arms and trying to count some sheep.

I had been becoming more and more serious in art class over the last few years and now that I was a senior, art had become my calling. The teacher had let me move from pencils to colored pencils to paint by the time I was a sophomore and I was a regular in highschool art exhibitions now. This got me out of P.E. and needing fine arts credits and with most of my serious classes done now, I could use art class as an excuse to get half days when I wanted them.

The lack of sleep was beginning to affect my work, though, so I slowed my breathing and ignored the noise everyone was making in an attempt to get some of that back. My social life was basically nil due to what my doctor said might be a rare form of autism. I find it hard to meet people, and my sex drive suffers from the antidepressants. Painting really is all I have, most days.

Sleep came over me like it usually did, a fickle thing that came when I was at the breaking point. Sometimes, due to my restlessness, I have what they call lucid dreams. Sitting in studyhall, I was aware that I was asleep, but still cognizant enough to know that I was sleeping. Most of my rest is that way.

This time, everything was even more vivid than usual. I could actually see the girls there having a conversation. I moved over to them, looking over my shoulder to see myself sleeping still. A haze hung over the classroom, like they were playing cards in a burning building. Somewhere, in a dense bank of black clouds in the corner, I could hear the football players laughing about something.
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Another story I've been working on, I'm posting it while I deal with writer's block on Roommates. Yes, I have about a dozen different stories, three of them full-length novels, all going at the same time. This is the only one that fits in /elit/ though.

Tags: isekai, medieval fantasy, slavery, bondage, sex, interspecies romance, Stockholm syndrome, medieval economics, politics

The following contains scenes of adult situations and graphic violence not suitable for minors. Reader discretion is advised.

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To say I was someone dissatisfied with life is an understatement. I was never a very happy person. As a child, I had few friends, and most of the ones I did have either moved away at some point, or stabbed me in the back. It still irritates to this day, every time I remember how my 'friend' Jason bragged to me about selling his buddy Ron a damaged copy of Tomb Raider he knew didn't work... and he'd actually sold it to me. He wasn't just an asshole for selling me a game he knew was too scratched up to play, he couldn't tell me and Ron apart from each other. We were interchangeable. I'd thought he was my best friend, and that's how little I meant to him.

High school was a drag. I consistently had the highest grades in my class, all while barely putting any effort in. Between my being a nerd and everyone else being jealous of my grades (seriously, I had a straight A average and the second best kid struggled to maintain a B average. The American education system is a joke. School is nothing but a convenient place to warehouse children while their parents are at work, with the added benefit of being government indoctrination centers. The actual education part is a distant second in terms of priority.), I got picked on a lot. I mean, a LOT. The one and only time some asshole tried to get physical with me, I kicked his ass. I'd been taking karate lessons since grade school, but I didn't even use any of that; I just knocked him to the ground after he hit me, then beat his face in with a rock. I, uh, might have gone a little overboard. To be fair, he started it, and I had YEARS of pent up anger and frustration, and I was well and truly sick of his shit by that point. Once I was done being suspended from school (I honestly think the only reason I wasn't expelled was because I had singlehandedly raised the GPA for the entire class and it made them look good), everyone knew what had happened. So they ignored me. Instead of constantly mocking me, messing with my desk, and basically being jerks, they simply pretended I didn't exist. I was fine with that. I just sat in the back of the class and read science fiction and fantasy novels all day; the teachers didn't care, so long as I kept acing the standardized tests they passed around every month or so like holy writ.

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What's the best way to lose weight with minimal exercise? I just really don't want muscle to be honest. I want to get back to being a thin twig. So I can wear my tight clothes again. I'm 155 wanting to get back down to about 115 - 120. Also I'm 5'5" if that information is useful.