good tale

favourite story ever!

>>298

you loco? that was the hottest line in the story. i cmae the second i read it.

>My cock ached, and my testicles had drawn up and swollen to an agonizing size. They felt like soccer balls.

How do soccer balls feel?

But all joking aside, god damn this was a good story.

Glad I reread this today.

This story actually inspired me to spring for blueberry flavored lube the first time I ever bought any.

More, definitely. That was really good.

SATURDAY
The next morning we were both pretty worn out, but we did a little hiking around, mostly to get some pictures. It quickly got hot again, and by noon it was pretty unbearable. We had lunch and sat in the river for a while, but by about 2 we were both sick of the sun, as well as getting pretty horny again. We decided to go get a hotel room in the nearest town, though of course neither of us would mention this when we got home.
It was about 5 when we found us a room in a seedy little motel; I rented a double for my “brother” and I using cash. We parked his truck in the shade and left the dogs in the caged-in back, and gratefully retreated to the air conditioned. It wasn't the nicest motel, but it was quite a large room, with two beds, a small love seat, a decent sized table, and a reasonably large bathtub, as well as a TV and DVD player.
Dan was the first to shower, and when he came out nude, toweling his hair, the sight of his long, smooth cock and firm ass was enough to cause me to start to get hard. While I went in to shower, he ran to the store and picked us up some food, as well as some fresh veggies that we could have some fun with. I took my time in the shower, and when I got out, the first thing I did was slide the butt plug up my ass. After that, I took my time putting on makeup, doing as good a job as I could. I could hear Dan return from the store as I was putting on the makeup, and as I stood in the bathroom putting on lingerie, he stood by the beds, taking off his clothes.
Finally I was ready, and I came out of the bathroom. I was wearing thigh high red stockings with ruffles at the top, a red thong, and a red teddy that came down just enough to hide my panties and cock. I had the pink wig and fake tits on, as well a full makeup, and I thought I looked pretty good. Dan must have agreed, because I could see his cock start to swell as he lay on the bed looking me over. He told me to hit play on the DVD player, then I joined him on the bed.
The disc started to play, and I was happy to see that it was a shemale porno. I laid next to Dan and began to stroke his semi-erect cock as we watched the first scene, where a decent looking tranny took on two guys, letting them take turns fucking her mouth and ass. As I became more and more turned on, and Dans cock became harder and harder, I couldn't resist any longer, and I lower my head to his crotch and sucked his dick into my mouth. I started bobbing my head up and down, my tongue swirling around his erection, watching the porno out of the corner of my eye. Dan rested his hands on my head, pushing it down onto his cock. Soon my hand wandered between his legs and started to fondle his balls, then to rub the crack of his ass and his butthole.
After a few minutes of this, I slid his glistening cock from my mouth, and had him get on his hands and knees. I knelt behind him, and started to kiss and lick his ass. I slowly worked my way inwards, first spreading his cheeks with my hands and running my tongue all the way up his crack from his balls across his browneye. He squirmed a little, but didn't complain when I really pulled his cheeks apart and dove into his asshole, my tongue swirling all around it before sliding right inside. He let out a little gasp at that, but quickly settled down and began to enjoy himself as I licked and sucked on his backdoor. I rolled onto my back and had him squat on my face, grinding his butthole into my mouth and onto my tongue as I shoved it as far up him as I could.
Finally, his ass covered in saliva and his cock rigid against his stomach, he could take no more. He rolled me over onto my stomach and stuck a couple of pillows under me, elevating my ass into the air. He pulled my panties down to my knees, and began to work the butt plug around in my ass for a few minutes. Once he was satisfied that I was stretched out, he popped it out, climbed on top of me, and buried his cock in my ass.
He started to ride me like that, both of us watching the movie where the tranny was still getting double teamed. The next time one of the guys pulled his cock from her ass and shoved it in her mouth, Dan decided to do the same thing. He slid out of me, rolled around to stand at the foot of the bed, and shoved his slimy cock into my open mouth. He grabbed my head and started to fuck my mouth, making me suck the ass off of his dick as the tranny on the movie did the same thing. This seemed to really turn him on, and he had me lay on the corner of the bed on my back, my ass hanging off one side, my head by the other. He would move from my mouth to my asshole, pound it for a minute, then move back to my mouth and make me lick it clean. After about 10 minutes of this, my ass was gaping wide open, and I had saliva, vaseline, anal juices and precum all over my face. Dan stood between my legs and again shoved his dick up my ass, but this time he really started to pound it, grabbing my hips as he ground away. I figured he wanted to cum, so I grabbed his waist and pushed back as much as I was able. Finally, I could tell he was ready as his balls tightened up, but he surprised me by again pulling out of my ass and shoving his dick in my face. The first blast caught me half in the face, and half in my open mouth. Then his slippery cock was in my mouth, my lips wrapped tight around it as he blasted the rest of his cum down my throat. I could taste my ass on his dick as I sucked him dry, swallowing his big load of cum. As his cock deflated, he pulled it out and rubbed it across my face, smearing the cum that was their all over. I kept my mouth open as he drug his cock around, getting the last of his jism into my mouth. Before he collapsed onto the bed, he had me roll over onto my hands and knees, and again shoved the butt plug into my ass, making sure it would be nice and ready for him.
A couple of hours later, Dan was ready for one last ride. I had been laying beside him on the bed in lingerie, the buttplug up my ass the whole time. He had been lying there nude, and since I hadn't cum, I was still pretty horny and sick of waiting. I started to fondle his dick, and as it became engorged, I slid my head into his lap and started to suck him off. It took him a few minutes to become really hard, but when he was, he rolled me onto my stomach, spread my legs, and pulled the buttplug out. He wasted no time in replacing it with his cock, laying flat on top of me as he ground it into my eager hole. We rolled around on the bed, trying out a few positions, then he got me on my hands and knees on the couch, holding onto the back while he stood behind me, his dick pounding away as his balls slapped against mine.
We fucked everywhere we could, in every position we could, always stopping for a few minutes when he started to get close to cumming. It had gotten pretty late by this time, after midnight. Dan slipped on a tshirt and a pair of loose shorts. I put my panties back on so I wasn't hanging out, and we turned off all the lights and the tv so it was completely dark inside the motel room. Dan peeked out the window for a minute, making sure the parking lot was deserted. Once he was confident that it was, he slowly and quietly opened the door.
I felt really weird, and highly erotic to be standing outside in the middle of town dressed as a woman, but close to naked. The small town was quiet, with no cars or people in sight. Dan's truck was parked just outside our door, and a minivan was parked next to it. We moved into the aisle between them, and Dan dropped his shorts to his ankles, his semi-erect cock poking straight out from his body. I got on my hands and knees and immediately started sucking on it. The fact that we were having sex in a parking lot must have turned him on as much as it did me, because he was almost instantly hard again. Once he was, I turned around, still on all fours, lifted the edge of my teddy, and pulled my panties down over my ass. He put one hand on my waist and used the other to slide his dick into my waiting ass. Then with both hands gripping my hips, he proceeded to pound the holy hell out of my ass.
Again, it might have been the fact that we were having anal sex in a hotel parking lot and thrill of being discovered, or the fact that we had been fucking without cumming for an hour, but it didn't take long for him to give that deep thrust and blow his load up my ass. I took the first few blasts deep inside of me, then slid off of him and let him finish in my mouth. Once he was done, we quietly went back inside, cleaned up a little, and went to bed.

So that became our routine. Once a month or so, we would go camping for the weekend. Friday we would drive somewhere, camp, fuck like rabbits, hike the next morning, get a hotel room Saturday night, fuck all night again, take a little hike Sunday morning, then go home. It was all nice and fun, though it started to get a little routine, until one Saturday as we were checking into a motel...

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PART 2

Dan had gotten the room and we moved his truck around back by our door. As we were carrying our stuff in, another SUV pulled in a few spaces down. Two men got out and started to take their stuff into their room. One was a “regular” sized white guy, very fit, maybe an inch or two shorter than me, the other was a very large black man, at least 6 feet 6. I didn't think anything of it until I happened to glance over and catch the black guy grabbing the other guys ass. I must have stared for a second, because they caught me looking and gave me a questioning look. I don't know what made me do it, but I ran my finger across my lips, and gave it a little suck. They both looked pretty surprised, and I was suddenly embarrassed (and aroused) and I quickly retreated to my room. I told Dan what had happened, and told him he would have to get the rest of our stuff. He went out, and when he hadn't come back for a few minutes, I peeked out the window to see him talking to the two men. They were chatting it up, the two men holding hands, when all of a sudden they all three turned to look at our room.
I waited a few more minutes until Dan returned, and he told me that they were going to stop by for a drink later that evening. Suddenly I realized that I had a full on boner, and I was really looking forward to that night.
Dan went and showered, then I took my turn. I made sure to shave everything really well, and I did an especially careful job with the makeup. I put the trusty butt plug in my ass, then a pair of crotchless panties on, then a pair of frilly regular panties on over top of those, but that was all for now. I joined Dan on the bed and we watched TV for a few. I distractedly rubbed his cock through his shorts, but neither of us really wanted things to start yet.
Finally, their came a knock at the door. I quickly retreated to the bathroom, where I began to put on the lingerie I had chosen. I could hear the two men come in (Jon was the big black man, Tim was the slender white guy). I could hear them chatting with Dan for a few minutes as I worked up my nerve, hoping that I hadn't misread the situation, then I opened the door and walked out. I was wearing a white bustier that had the straps to hold up my white thigh highs, with the fake tits underneath. I had put the two pair of panties on over top so they could come off with out taking the rest of it off, and I had the blonde wig on, and the butt plug still in my ass, where it had been for nearly two hours.
Two very surprised faces greeted me, with Dan watching them to see their reaction. I slid onto the bed where Dan was reclining, letting my hand rest on the front of his shorts where I could feel his semi-erect cock. Jon and Tim where dressed as he was, in shorts and a tee shirt, and it was apparent that they weren't wearing any underwear by the way their shorts started to tent out.
I started to fondle Dan's dick as Jon and Tom watched, and when it was hard, I pulled it free from his shorts and put it in my mouth. This was apparently what they had been waiting for, because as I started to suck his dick, they both stood up and started to undress. First came their sandals, then their shirts, then they both dropped their shorts. Tom had a nice long slender dick, about between mine and Dans, but when Jon's sprang free from his shorts, I couldn't help but stare – it was huge, at least 9 or 10 inches and thick. I let Dan's free from my mouth, glistening with my saliva, as I slid onto the floor between the beds. Dan quickly lost his shirt and shorts and the next thing I knew I was face to face with three big hard cocks.
I was a little intimidated by Jon's, so I started to suck on Tim's first. He wrapped his fingers in my hair and fucked away at my mouth for a minute while my hands went to Dan and Jon's dicks, stroking them while I blew Tim. Then I moved to Jon, letting him slide his huge black monster into my mouth while I continued to stroke Dan and Tim. His cock was so large I could only fit about half in my mouth, and he really had it stuffed full. After a minute or two of this, I returned to Dan, and for about the next ten minutes, I continued this, sucking on one dick after another while pumping the other two.
Eventually everyone had had enough of this, and Jon picked me up and laid me on the bed on my back. I stuck my legs up in the air, and he took my frilly panties and slid them up my legs and off, then spread my legs wide. My mostly erect cock stood peeking out of my crotchless panties, the butt plug firmly buried in my ass. He grabbed a hold of the dildo and started to move it around, first rotating it a bit, then starting to fuck me with it. Finally he started to pull it out, and at maximum expansion of my asshole, he just held it their for a minute, letting my asshole relax in an “open” position. Tim and Dan stood watching, stroking their dicks to keep them hard.
Finally, Jon pulled the butt plug out and set it aside. I was expecting a cock to be shoved up my ass, but instead he knelt between my legs and suddenly I felt his tongue and mouth on my browneye. I squirmed with pleasure as his big tongue swirled around my puckering butthole before sliding deep inside me where it twisted around, sending waves of pleasure through me. Eventually, Jon pulled away and Tim stepped up. His long cock lay rigid against his belly, and he took it with one hand and began to slide it up and down the crack of my ass, getting it slippery with saliva and a little bit of leftover vaseline from the butt plug. Once he was slick, he lined up and slid it deep into my asshole. He grabbed me by the thighs and immediately started to let me have it, pounding away at my ass.
After a few minutes of this, Dan took his place, and he too started to pound away. Finally, it was Jon's turn. I was a little intimidated, but really looking forward to his huge cock. It took him a little effort to get that monster all the way in, but as he started to fuck me, it slid deeper and deeper with every thrust, until eventually he was stuffing me clear full with his huge erection. The size of it was stretching my ass to new dimensions, and when I could take the sensations no more, I pushed him out, slid off the bed onto my knees, and before he could say a word, I put his slimy cock into my mouth and started to suck him clean. He simply held onto my head as his huge member pounded away at the back of my throat. I then turned my attention to Dan and Tim, sucking my ass off of their cocks as well.
The ass to mouth seemed to really set things going. I think that was when Jon and Tim really knew that I was up for just about anything, and the nastier the better. Tim pulled his freshly cleaned cock out of my mouth, and turned me around so that I was on my hands and knees on the floor. He took off the crotchless panties, spread my cheeks with one hand and shoved his cock back into my ass with the other. Dan stepped in front of me and put his back in my mouth. With every forward thrust from Tim, it forced my mouth onto Dan's cock, so that I was rocking back and forth, impaled from each direction on a fat boner. Then Jon slid underneath me, and I suddenly felt his mouth on my cock! I had been fairly engorged the whole time, though not hard, and it didn't take long before Jon was sucking on my hard dick. One in the ass, one in the mouth, and a blow-job at the same time – it doesn't get much better than that, or so I thought.
Dan and Tim traded places, and as they did, Jon slid completely underneath me, his mouth never leaving my cock. Before Tim could put his dick in my mouth, I slurped up Jon's big black cock. Dan and Tim stood watching for a minute as we 69'ed each other on the floor, sucking each others dicks. Then I could feel Dan sticking his dick in my ass and starting to fuck it. I watched as Tim stepped between Jon's legs, spread them, and right in front of my face, slid his cock up Jon's asshole. I continued to suck on his huge member as I watched Tim pound away at his asshole inches in front of me. I was so engrossed and turned on by this that I was barely paying attention to Dan fucking my own ass. When Tim pulled out of Jon, I let Jon's dick go from my mouth, and without thinking about it, wrapped my lips around Tim's dick. I could taste Jon's ass on his cock as I licked it clean, and Dan must have thought it looked like fun, because I could feel him pull out of me, and when I looked back, it was in time to see him stick his own glistening cock into Jon's eager mouth.
Then Jon turned around underneath me so we were face to face. I could feel our slippery cocks rubbing back and forth against each other. He reached down between us and grabbed my cock, lined it up at his recently opened backdoor, and with a pull from him and a thrust from me, I buried my hardon in his asshole. Now Tim and Jon had obviously had plenty of experience, at least with each other, and Dan had been fucking my mouth and ass for a few months, but I had just received my first blow job from a guy, and was now butt-fucking a guy for the first time. It took all my concentration not to immediately blow my load, to simply start grinding away at his ass. I was helped when Tim stood behind me and stuck his cock in my ass. The distraction was just enough to let me find a happy medium, and I really started to pound Jon's backdoor as hard as I could. Then Dan knelt in front of me and I took his d

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>>409
More please, Great story.

I was thinking about posting some more. Here's more of an anecdote than a story.

THE SHOVEL
100% True
One morning I was sneaking out on the porch taking pics of myself in drag (I was wearing white thigh high stocking with the ruffles at top, fake tits under a tight white tank top, long blond wig and makeup, and nothing else). I took a couple of me on my hands and knees, cars and parking lot and houses visible beyond me, either my pink dildo or a cucumber shoved up my ass. Then I noticed that my neighbors had left a shovel outside. I ran my hand over it and made sure it was smooth. Then I stood on the porch, with the shovel head about 3 feet below on the ground, and slowly lowered myself onto the shovel handle, letting it slide deep into my asshole as I stood half naked on my front porch. I bounced up and down on it for a minute or so, fondling my cock as it plowed my asshole, before getting spooked by a noise and slipping back into the house.

>>859

Thank you for the praise, it means a lot more than you might think. Though I would like to say not everything he/she said lacked a constructive nature to it, but to budding writers his condescending tone and ruthless "critique" could be very harmful. The only thing that really irks me is that, he/she intended to say that to a newer writer. The first hiatus I took as a budding writer was due to similar replies, but I would also like to say that the work is cringe worthy for me now. College however has taught me I do have strengths worth honing, and given me the confidence to take even the saltiest critique in stride.

That is not to say I've got that much confidence. Until I am told by someone else I'm not going to say I know anything about my writing is good, and until someone clarifies exactly what is strong about my writing I remain in the dark about the strengths I or my story truly have. This is what your well constructed and specific compliments can do for someone who's just starting out and doubtful about every aspect of their writing.

My consensus is that I'm a great story-teller, but also a rather clumsy writer. (Perhaps a poor editor as well)

OP here, I'd just like to say I'm nearly done with the edits to the third chapter. You guys are probably going to hate me for cutting it off where it's at...

In the end though where a chapter ends means something; a lot more to me perhaps. You may think it's fruity and pretentious for me to say so but I kind of know it when I get to it.

Thankfully I should be pushing out the fourth chapter much faster with the brake between semesters. Also I really enjoy seeing the events through my writing and I'm really enjoying Lhnlari and Shaylen's chemistry, even if it's not quite as climatic for me as it is for some of you dear readers.

Strange side-note, my head is spinning from just doing the edits it was even worse writing it... I hope I managed to convey it the scenes, because usually when my writing starts effecting me I tend to muck up all the descriptions. So I'm guess I'm trying to say that this is really hard to write for me; which I find situationally ironic considering where the contrast in content is. (Hopefully you'll see why tomorrow and not later in the week)

Ulgh I'm going to post another draft of that third chapter, because the first act was described... very badly. Honestly it's mostly my very bad editing, where I insert things rather than just rewrite the sentence which leaves it choppy at best and in some cases illegible.

Give me some more time, or if you can overlook the rough patches enjoy the preview of the chapter. None of the content is going to change in the new draft, just the terrible descriptions of the content.

I'm not the best writer but I'm better than this.

So this detour is a part of the story, and you need not worry. We will return to that cold dark reality, and know that yes this is vital, and just as true as any other part of the story. I'll stop less I lead you to spoilage.

I may never be done editing this. My ever error makes it hard to go back and work on this story. So if you find this enjoyable despite the contrast, or even enjoy the contrast as much as I do please tell me. I really, really need something to work out for me right now because I'm losing grip on that illusion of control I'd thought I had in my life.

If I'm in a good mood later there will be another sub-par picture of Shaylen posted here.

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Slowly I came back to that old life─the orange hue of a distant sunset looming through the green-brown leaves of the grand tree village I called home. I could hear the sounds of the boy I’d had over the night before trimming his hair with a flat blade. His name escaped me; something I really enjoyed about him.

“So someone from the mono~astery sent for you.”

He spoke as soon as he heard the rustling of me finding an outfit. When the words sank in I just sighed, tossed aside the comfortable wraps that were in my hands, and grabbed something easier to walk in. In one swift motion I seeded the the pale tan vinework shirt to my collar and seeded the skirt to a matching ridge belt before leaving without a word to him.

I’d never really worked a day in my life. I knew I’d no right to the rooms─no claim to contents of the rotating suites I’d live in throughout the year. I’d become rather neutral to all of it, I wanted more than anything to move forward, but every push I made forward inched me further from Attainment. I’d heard them talk about it once; how if my mark got any stronger my body would probably fail, a uniquely tragic death for someone with a split soul. Eventually I stopped caring, I didn’t want to die, but I didn’t really want to live out my life as a burden on everyone.

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──I’m sorry for the abrupt stop but the tone has to change for a minute here kitten. I’d become something new to myself. I felt and lived unlike I’d ever had before, and for all I knew then it was but a dream. Every fact lead to that being a dream but her smile─her feelings─and my own were impossible for me to have fabricated as I was then. I saw that look in her eye and that sliver of doubt left me.──

She was away from me now─the kiss broken and the storm was unraveling, and yet still the lust did not subside; just the chaos. I was becoming clear; the bond broken but the luster did not fade.

Her hair cascaded around her the golden stubborn locks bouncing and swaying softly with the rise and fall of her breath. The locks brightly framed her face the pale yellow starkly contrasting the deep gold of her flashing fae eyes. Her pupils completely overtaken by her aura like a sheen of gold had encompassed them.

The look seemed distant like a blind woman’s eyes wide open grasping for some glimpse of the world, yet instead her eyes were wide because they took in the whole of the world around her. I was aware of every naked inch of my body that shone in her eyes. I felt my skin against the sharpness of the air.

I didn’t move. I just tried to will her down to me, and her lewd smile just grew wider.

“I will not make you beg.” She said as she dropped down to my neck.

She planted a soft kiss just above my collarbone and I felt shivers run down my body. Each kiss that followed was deeper and hungrier than the last as she made her way up my neck. First it was soft suckling, then the flick of her soft tongue sailing across my skin. When she was just below my ear she nipped softly at my neck, again and again at that same spot, as the skin got more sensitive and my body began to squirm she caressed the skin with her tongue.

I had begun to let out a soft coo of a noise, but as her tongue ran across my skin it pitched higher into a hard moan.

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feedback is appreciated

Revenge is Sweet
Written by SSK
Tags: Futanari, Transformation, Futa on Female, Male on Female, Penis/Breast/Balls Expansion, Domination, Body Modification/Alteration, Humiliation, Harem, Enslavement
Edited by Slicerness

Chapter 2
Public Awareness

Hermione yawned as she awoke, aware of her stronger than normal tiredness. She scratched her head wondering why she was so tired when she remembered last night. Hermione had wanted revenge on the Slytherin known as Millicent Bulstrode and had concocted a devious and out of character plan to do so. A part of her looked at her actions last night with shock and disgust while another part looked at it with satisfaction. However the shock took over and she began to pace, ‘Oh my god what have I done? That wasn't me, well, no, it was, but it’s not something I would do!’ It was then a fear kicked in, ‘What if Millicent blabs about last night! If she does I’ll be ruined I might be put under investigation, or detention or worse, kicked out of Hogwarts!’ Hermione was panicking, her mind shooting off theories and fears like machine gun one thought after another.

“Hermione!” Hermione jumped as Ginny looked at her, “You okay?” The bushy haired girl blinked as she looked to see the girls nearby were staring at her.

“Y-Yes I’m fine just um… thinking about last night’s homework is all!” She gave a nervous laugh and everybody seemed satisfied with that answer. Hermione went to her drawer and got her clothes for the day.

-Gryffindor Common Room-

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Well I like it and I hope that Harry gets fucked by Hermione at some point soon

Was never expecting this kind of praise.

http://oldmen.zyns.com/TeenTitansStory.html

Funny how my shitty little server hosting that thing made its return here.

*sigh* I WISH THE AUTHOR WOULD BRING IT BACK.

I'm sorry. I have a girlfriend now, and a very demanding new job. Also writers block. I wish I could write some more to it.

;_; The writing, the story, all so good. How could you abandon us like this? JOBS, GIRLFRIENDS, I don't understand. :(

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Born in hate and rage, the uncaring lives of those around you are the cruelest judgement. Your desperate longing for recognition and understanding and forgiveness thrown in the dust in honest and unrepentant disregard is the truth you knew too well. Danny fought the war against his self and did it without complaint until he at last he caught a break. A bit of break action between the teeth scared off the ghosts that haunted his demons and left a love letter painted on the wall in pink and red for me to find.

It's not the truth to say there was something wrong with Danny, but there was nothing right about him either. You can only lose your way if you started out with a clear idea of where you're going. Danny was my friend but he was the lion to my fawn as well. He'd have liked to hear me call him Lion, maybe, while he held me down on my daddys bed and ate me between my legs.

The haunt he felt was not just his subconscious phantom, it was a specter very real and mean, with a dirty badge and a shiny gun. It's said by people who say such things that the greatest predator, man, kills not with teeth or claw, but with relentless pursuit through days and nights and forests and deserts and fear and loneliness until that which would be prey succumbs to itself and chooses to lie down and never get up again. Man kills with mind and terror, and so it was with Danny. I don't mean to confuse the reader, it was unquestionably Danny who plead and then drank the 5th, and put the gun between his lips and pulled the trigger, but it was The Law who took him there.

The hurtful thing, though Danny's death hurt me in a way that won't ever heal, was that I helped to dirty the badge that cut Danny down. The devoutly pious man with eden's snake across his shoulders, whose daughter I made a lesbian and an atheist and a free young woman who knew her way around a clit better than Joseph Smith knew the book of Mormon, he was the man who did Danny in.

In my teenage binge of black lipstick and black eyes, tattoos on my tits by scary bikers who took payment in pussy in lieu of black Bank of America credit cards, of choker necklaces and choker boyfriends with broken noses and blown out veins, I met Miranda.

Her name was Jane, but she liked Miranda. It's a moon, she told me, and like the moon, nobody feels comfortable discussing who she hangs around. It hurt her father to see her free with me, so I guess its expected that the first time she and I came close to friendship and mutual orgasm, and when he dragged me from the room by my hair and threw my to the street, he did more work on her than I could have done with a case of KY and a sack full of ecstacy, which, between you me and the federal agents, my daddy had. The ecstacy I mean, not the lube. Maybe the lube, I don't know. He did like to keep some secrets.

When Miranda ran from the blinding light of manufactured faith and stumbled into the darkness of truth, and I've never found the truth to be anything but dark, I was there to help her up when she fell, and in her bitter but not unwarranted anger, to help her put the iron rod of faith up the asshole of the god of men, It was in The Law's pursuit of me that the seeds were thrown on the farm that Danny bought.

The eponymous Fondeux was a fondue restaurant in the art district by the state university. The interior was dark, lit with red shaded lamps and the blue flames from the fondue pots on the tables. Our hostess lead us to a corner booth. Aunt April ordered a three course set: cheese, coque au vin, and chocolate.

“What school are you going to next year?” Aunt April asked me. She sat between Melanie and me, her dark red hair done up in a bun held by a pair of chopsticks..

“Oh, um, just, community,” I shrugged and sighed.

April put a hand on my shoulder, “That’s not a bad school, Melanie’s staying close and going to state. The credits will transfer if you wanted to change schools. Maybe you can come up more often?”

At that, Mel pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes.

Her mom gave her a look across the table, and my heart just about leapt into my throat. I didn’t even want to think about being busted already. “So...” my Aunt said, “wear girl’s swimsuits often?”

I stammered for something to say and came up empty. I looked to Melanie but she offered only a coy, knife-edged smile. The server arrived and set up the fondue and I managed to take my first breath in what felt like half an hour. “First time,” I said.

“That’s great,” the server said, excited. He stirred in cheese and wine into the pot and passed out the thin, flat forks.

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>>835
Woops, goofed. Contact info is in the Name filed.

Since I'm awesome, I also collated the story here:


# Futa Lockers

## Chapter 1 (by deathjoe4)

I can't believe what I was seeing, I just started my new job as a teacher at a middle school in a wealthy neighborhood. I had also become the junior coach of the cheerleading team and on my first day as coach I saw something crazy. Oh right, I'm 26, and fairly good-looking, 6', blond hair, blue eyes, muscular and thin, so I got some looks in class. During class all the girls were whispering amongst themselves and I could hear some of their comments, talking about how cute I was. This was going to be a difficult semester; however, the event changed everything.

At the beginning of the cheerleading practice everything was normal, the girls were very good and I had some experience because my sisters were all cheerleaders. The actual coach, Ms. Lee was a very attractive woman about my age, but very petite. She probably didn't even top 5 feet but was obviously very fit, she was wearing a sports bra and tight booty shorts. Her stomach was quite defined and her breasts were extremely perky.

She was very domineering during the practice, she told me exactly what to do and how. The girls listened to her and jumped at her every command. She was also very obviously strong, at one point she had me demonstrate a technique and I ended up being lifted up onto her shoulders and standing there for a good amount of time. This was a very strange school indeed. The girls all seemed slightly too strong to be normal.
After practice I was going to the showers and I found that there was only a co-ed shower. I waited outside for a second before the coach came up to me, “Hey John, why aren't you taking a shower? Its required for everyone after a practice?” She stared up at me standing with her hands on her hips.

I blushed, “Well I'm just waiting for everyone else to finish, I'm a teacher and a guy and I can't be in the shower with all those girls.”

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## Chapter 3 (by fallacies)

They must've drugged me at some point, because I don't clearly recall the remainder of the night. The hazy image of my mother and sister in a deep French kiss is all that comes to mind, and I'm not sure if that actually happened.

The first things I was aware of in the morning were the hard wooden floor of my bedroom and the pain running through my body -- my anus, which felt inflamed, ached whenever I moved. Sitting up was a struggle, and my clothes stank of dried semen -- probably not my own. Several buttons were missing from my shirt, and on the bared part of torso, a number of bruises were beginning to turn purple.

Making my way to the shower took more effort than I expected, but I bore through it, wanting to be clean as quickly as possible. Mom and Samantha didn't cross my half-awake mind until I stepped downstairs to find them already at breakfast, dining in silence. At first glance they seemed to be perfectly normal, as if nothing had happened the night prior. When I sat down, though, I noticed that Mom's erect nipples were clearly visible through the white blouse she was wearing. She avoided meeting my eyes, and Samantha, who was wearing a uniform from Saint Francisca's for some reason, seemed sad and full of shame.

"G- Good morning," said Mom awkwardly as I bit into my toast.

I mumbled something in reply, trying to keep the emotions in my mind in check. The anger that I felt toward Mom and Samantha -- it wasn't rational. They were my family, and they were victims of Ms. Lee, the same as me. I wasn't sure how much stock I could really put into this rationalization, though. In my heart of hearts, they'd betrayed my trust. The respect I'd had for Mom ... I don't know how much of it was left.

"I-," she began. "I ... spoke with your superior last night ..."

Conspiring with the shemales already? Aloud, I asked, "What did she say?"

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## Side Story (by deathjoe4)

They had recently moved to town. Steve was having a good couple of days there so far, he hadn't started school yet and his sisters were already making cute friends. They had only been there for four days, but his sisters each already got a new friend in town and he had talked to a few of the boys in town. The boys were a little shy, strange for high school guys, but not overly strange, he could talk to a few of them, but the girls were all gorgeous. There was a high ratio of girls to boys in this town, they would walk around in groups with maybe a boy or two, but they were everywhere, and hot. The girls were also very straightforward, they talked and acted more like guys than the guys did. His sisters friends were pretty cool from the few times he had talked to them. They liked fantasy books, comic books, it was strange, but pretty great.
His sisters were 9 and 12, both in ballet, both redheads. Steve was not a normal big brother, because he really loved his little sisters, and made sure to stay really close to them. In their old house they would have slumber parties of just him and his sisters, where he could cuddle with them and even get them to play spin the bottle. He had seen his sisters naked plenty of times before, and they blew his mind every time. Stacy, 9 years old, was pretty much flat, just small mounds and small pinkish nipples, she didn't really have hips, but her butt was perky and round. Her legs and arms were smooth, but had wiry muscles hidden beneath. She had fiery red hair that was shoulder length and very straight, sometimes pulled into a small ponytail, or Steve's favorite, pigtails. She barely reached Steve's chest, but he couldn't get enough of her. He took pictures and videos, masturbated all the time, and spent a lot of time with her. His other sister, Stephanie, wasn't much taller, but had small A cups and rounded hips. Her hair was curly and longer, more auburn than red. A much more aggressive girl, she had shown plenty of signs that she liked Steve the way he did her, but he wasn't completely sure, so he tried to keep it innocent.
That is, until they moved to this new, strange, town. On this fourth day where the story was started, they were going to have their first family slumber party in the new house. His sisters had been spending a lot of time with their friends, but then Steph came up to him and asked if he'd like to have a slumber party tonight, which he immediately said yes to. Now to the fun parts...Steve's diary entry about the instance:

Steph told me to come up to their room at 7:00 so we could watch a movie. When I came in the room I saw both of them lying on their stomachs in see through pink nighties and lace panties on. They both looked up and saw me and smiled, Stacy jumped up and gave me a big hug, a stronger hug than usual, lifting me up off the ground. She put me down and siad, “Steve! I'm so happy you're here, I've been waiting to see this movie for a while. My new friends taught me some things too, about why we all got into this school.”
Confused, I asked, “What do you mean? I thought mom was just sending us to a nicer private school?”
Steph and Stacy looked at each other and giggled, “Thats not all, apparently we're not normal girls, like everyone else” Stacy said as she and Steph stood up next to each other in front of me. Their perfect tiny bodies in full view of me. They looked very similar to each other, wearing the same lacy pink underwear, both smiling up at me. Steph just oozed sexuality, even though she was 12 she exuded a sexual presence that I couldn't help but notice. She stood with her hands on her hips, cocked to one side, smirking at me mysteriously. Stacy was the opposite, innocent and shy, looking down but smiling up at me, waiting to see my reaction.
“You girls are very special, but what does the school have to do with that?” I asked
Stacy looked up with a bigger smile, “Do you know what a futanari is?” I shook my head, “They're girls who have both boy and girl parts, and thats what we are!”
Perplexed I asked, “Girl and boy parts? You mean....”
Steph said loudly, “Yes, we have penises! Big ones!” as she pushed down her panties sexily as something grew from the front of her stomach, right between her hips. Stacy had the same thing happening as she slowly pulled her panties down. When they both had stood back up there were rather large cocks dangling in between their legs, with matching sets of balls.
I couldn't take my eyes off the new, very large, appendages my sisters were sporting. Those massive cocks somehow fit in with their tiny bodies perfectly. Stacy's soft meat hung down practically to her knee and was probably as thick as her thigh, hanging over giant balls, but it all seemed feminine and innocent. “The girls we met also told us about something I've been guessing for a while now and which Stacy really likes. That you are in love with us. We want to show how much we love you, and now that we know that we're futanari we can have all the fun me and Stacy want.”
“What do you mean by that?”

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Chapter 1 - To Corrupt

The Dragon Witch and the Princess

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

Chapter 1
To Corrupt

7 years had passed since the ‘death’ of Aurora and Maleficent. The kingdom the princess had left was in shambles, the King and Queen having grown stressed and fat with grief while the fairies spent those years recovering their powers and helping govern the land as best they could with their limited knowledge of business and politics.

7 years, and in that time Aurora grew under Maleficent’s careful care, the sorceress went as far as transform some of her minions to better serve her budding princess. She had visited the girl in her quarters from time to time and she able to approach the girl, ever so agonizingly closer, as her own magical powers grew and the fairies protection faded as the girl got older. Aurora was young, but bright and curious, asking questions without fear of being reprimanded or scolded. Though Maleficent would scold her for calling her ‘mother’; she did not need the title nor the burden it brought upon her. Not because Aurora wasn’t her daughter, but because her plans required the girl to be something else.

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-An Hour Later-

Maleficent sighed as she finished the final potion. During the entire session she couldn’t get Aurora’s hands around her length out of her mind. She needed to unwind. She put the last 6 away and grabbed the first one. She summoned her robe but didn’t remove her staff, she didn’t mind walking around with her male parts, it felt quite natural after this long. She walked out and saw one of her minions walking around snorting.

“You,” She said the minion turned to see the vial floating in front of it. It grabbed it, snorting again. “Take that to the princess immediately.” The minion saluted and was off.

Maleficent watched it go then she walked down the hall to a dead end. She looked at the wall to the left and her robes vanished again. Her semi-hard dick began to glow and the wall shone purple then began to fade away, revealing an entrance. She walked forward and the wall reappeared the moment she was through.

She walked down the spiral stairs, her cock bouncing side to side while her balls gently slapped her legs. She then came to a lighted entry way and stepped forth. Light surrounded her from the walls and ceilings where the various prisoner fairies that she had amassed in secret over the years lay. The majority of them were on special collars that prevented them from using spells to free themselves or shrink themselves. She looked around, an evil smile on her face. They were sleeping, their wings keeping them afloat now shining with bright light.

“Good evening my lovelies.” She said aloud, causing them all to snap awake as their collars buzzed, most flying as far away as their chains would allow to stay away from the deadly dark fairy. “It’s been a while since I’ve let you service me hasn’t it? Let’s see, who shall I use for today?” She asked whimsically as she walked forward, her eyes roaming over the various fairies, all modified in different ways. Her cock was quickly at full mast, ready to be used.

She looked at one fairy that had large breasts so large that she couldn’t fly, trapped on the ground. She licked her lips as her eyes set on that one. It squeaked and pressed itself against the wall it’s rear showing, giving Maleficent a view of it’s cunt, which was dripping wet.

“Mmm you’re tasty.” She said, then she turned her head to see another fairy, this one had an equal amount of bust and butt. Her bust was bigger than Maleficent’s but her butt was a few inches short. Maleficent put a hand on her own rear wondering, in a moment of vanity, if it could be bigger. She then turned back to the fairy, “You haven’t had it in a while either have you?” She said seductively as she walked forward in a slow saunter.

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Chapter Twenty-Six:

"You really don't have to, though."

"I want to," I insisted. "Besides, it gets you more naked, and... I'm kind of looking forward to that part."

She smiled. "You've already seen pretty much everything." Even now, she still had her tits out.

"Enhh, it was too dark in the car to really get a good look. And trust me, a guy never gets tired of seeing a body as hot as yours."

"Okay," she said, with a sigh, like she was doing me a favor. Well, I can't deny I'd like it too. "But would you close the door? All while I was blowing you I was freaking out that... your parents could like, walk in at any minute."

"Relax," I said, but I got up and went for the door while I did it. "They'll be gone for hours." The real danger was my sister would suddenly get tired of her friends, as she sometimes did, and come home early... but if she caught us, that wouldn't be entirely a bad thing, as embarrassing as it would be. So I didn't mention that part, and she didn't bring it up either. I closed the door and turned back to her, and she bit her lip then pulled her shirt entirely over her head. This didn't show me anything I wasn't already seeing, and I probably would have preferred she keep it on, but they were nice tits, as pretty from a distance as they were close up. Next she stood to remove the skirt, dropping it to her knees, and then sitting down to lift her feet clear. Finally, she grabbed the top of her underwear, fell back on the bed and lifted her legs all the way in the air like one of those synchronized swimmer moves only instead of splashing around in water, she pulled the underwear off her legs and gave me a spectacular view of her ass and light little slit, before her legs touched down again. Now she sat on my bed wearing nothing but those striped stockings that first caught my eye, though with unexpected modesty she'd crossed one leg over the other.

She tugged at the fabric. "What do you think, should I take them off, or leave 'em?"

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Chapter Twenty-Seven

I forced back a groan of frustration at being rejected, again. I just couldn't understand why she was so adamant about this. "But why not? What's the big deal? If it's my sister, she'll understand... I know her better than anybody."

She grunted. "Not as well as you think." She turned her face away from me, like she didn't want to look at me. I guess I killed the mood again. "So, do you want to have sex, or not?"

"I do if you do," I said. She turned back to me, smiled a shy little smile, and nodded. "But this is the last time."

She must have taken that as a question. "Maybe it doesn't have to be the absolute last time. Maybe if you don't tell anybody, I..."

I shook my head and cut her off. Time to give her some of her own medicine. "No. If I can't be with you, really with you... then this has got to be the last time, or I'll wind up either blabbing or... I don't know. 'Cause you dancing in and out of my life is going to mess me up. I'm already a little bit in love with you."

She froze up, and I realized I'd blundered again. I didn't mean it that way, sure, I hoped the ultimatum might wake her up, but when I said I was in love with her, I meant it to come off as not-entirely serious banter... even though the sentiment felt entirely serious, and absolutely true. Maybe that's why I couldn't sell it as a joke. "What?" she asked.

I shrugged, looked away, unable to meet her eye right then. "I'm just saying if I can't move forward, then it's best to just stop. I can't do the friends-with-benefits thing. So, let's do it like you said the other night, just make one more good memory and close the door on it for good."

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Chapter Twenty-Eight:

You may be thinking that this is no big surprise, that you figured it out from the moment the party started, or even earlier, considering what kind of site this is. Good for you, but that's not the point. This story isn't about surprising you, it's about telling you what I went through, and in real life, it's easier to see a twist coming when you're not living in the situation. Big twist endings are overrated, even in fiction... spoilers are everywhere, and in any story worth rereading, all the surprises to the reader are used up the first time. Besides, there are still twists coming.

The point to this story isn't who she was, but how I got to that point, and what I did after I discovered. I didn't know until then that Clara was my sister. Everyone must have known but me. And it took a few seconds for me to understand Trevor's text. Here's what he sent me: "Yeah, I didn't think she could keep you in the dark for long. Knew we should have just told you. If it makes you feel better, Paul tore Sean a new one for going after your sister in the first place, and we did our best to keep her out of trouble for you." We weren't talking about my sister, we were talking about Clara. And then it hit me, if that was the secret, so much made sense, even if so much else didn't. Why their phones were exactly the same. Why Sean abandoned her for Riley after Paul talked to him. Why she went up to smoke pot, and then was sent back down almost immediately. Why she was so good at playing another role and not breaking character. Why Sarah was acting weird around me since that night. Why I was off-limits. I should have made the connections long ago, some of them were so obvious in hindsight... but my mind wouldn't even go there, it already knew that it couldn't be my sister, so she didn't even make the list of suspects. It was only when I got the text confirming it that I could even consider it. and even then, I didn't entirely believe it.

Trevor also apologized for his cousin, although that was after I turned off my phone, so I didn't get that text until later. He swore that when he found out Oliver had been egging me on, he tore him a new one too. Good, because no matter how it turned out, what a fuckhead thing to do. That douche knew what was going on but just thought it would be funny if I made a move on her. Or maybe not funny, maybe he thought it'd be hot. Trevor had said he was into some weird porn, and there was a lot of incest porn out there.

Sure, I'd seen some of that before, even fapped to it, but I never connected it to my own life. I never thought I'd do anything with my own sister until she was on all fours on my bed, naked except for a pair of long striped socks, and I had an erection you wouldn't believe.

I don't even remember exactly what I was thinking as I approached her from behind, watching her look back at me with arousal and maybe a little apprehension. I just knew that I wanted it, and I felt entitled to it, and I just moved, like I was in a trance. I wasn't just seeing 'Clara' in a new light, as my sister, but I also saw my sister in a new light, as a sexual being with all the same nasty urges that I had. Why not work them out together? I grabbed onto one cheek, and then fingered her briefly with my free hand, just a little bit, enough to know that she was wet... my own sister, wet, at the thought of me fucking her, and antsy, wriggling on my finger a little. Hard to believe... but then I was hard at the thought of fucking her, so, maybe it made more sense than I would have ever thought.

My finger withdrew... my condom-covered cock approached, rubbing up against her slit. I do recall thinking, at that point, how technically we weren't really fucking if there was a condom in the way. It was silly, but I guess I needed the justification, at least that last moment when the head pressed into her yielding hole, and half thrust into her, half pulled her onto me. She let out a little yelp of excitement, and groaned as I thrust again and again into her, sometimes looking back at me, at other times looking forward.

Ironically, it was the back of her head where I recognized my sister the most. The hair was tied up at the bottom in ways my sister never did, and it had that fake streak of pink (which you could just barely see from the back, if you looked for it), but... it was her hair, and it looked like her hair. Sure, there are plenty of people who have similar hair, and I couldn't identify her or anybody else on hair alone, but... if I looked for it, it was another sign pointing to her identity. But when something's unimaginable to you, you'll ignore every sign, until you're forced to conceive it as a possibility. And I never would have imagined that my sister would have wanted to have sex with me.

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Chapter Twenty-Nine:

My sister drew back suddenly, fear and uncertainty in her eyes. I'd said I knew it was her, but I didn't actually say who that was. I guess that left room for doubt, like she didn't know whether her lies were exposed or she still had to play. "What?"

"I may not know your face, but I know you." I reached around to the back of her head and felt for the little elastic things she used to tie her hair back, and slowly pulled one of them free. She trembled, her face going red, and her eyes were closed, but she had to feel it happen, the disguise being stripped away. "Where are the clothes you wore this morning?" I asked.

The accent was gone when she answered, completely, although it still didn't sound like my sister, she sounded weak, more scared than I'd ever heard her. But she did answer. "In my bag. In the bin where we keep the garden waste." Just outside the side door. "I'm sorry," she said suddenly, her voice cracking. "I don't know what's wrong with me, I'm sick."

"I don't think I have much room to talk," I pointed out.

Her breathing slowed from what seemed, for a moment, to be silent sobs, and then she opened just one eye, even if it was surrounded by red and puffiness. "How long have you known?"

I debated with myself about lying. I could have told her I knew from the beginning, and maybe cut out some of her guilt over having tricked me into sex. That seemed strangely appealing. I also thought about making myself look better, telling her I noticed it during the last time, recognizing the back of her head. Then I'd look less sick, like the only thing wrong I'd done was continue what she'd started. but I decided we'd had enough lies. "That last text I got. Just before. Trevor finally fessed up."

Her mouth curled up into a grimace. "I knew it was probably going to happen sooner or later," she said. "I didn't mean to do it, Nick. I never planned this. I just got carried away on Friday, you were being so nice, and it seemed like you wanted me..." Then her eyes widened, and she punched me in the chest. Not hard, it was somewhere between playful and wanting to push me away at some fresh revelation that had just sunk in. "So that last time, you knew and you still had sex with me!"

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Epilogue:


We had sex one more time before our parents got home, and then Sarah dressed back up in her Clara costume to go outside and retrieve her bag with her normal clothes and her phone, and we went back to being brother and sister, for the most part. But whenever we got the chance, and Mom and Dad weren't home, we'd turn into these insatiable lovers.

It was awkward, at first, because despite our talk, each of us still didn't know exactly where the other was, emotionally. Hell, I didn't even know where I was, emotionally, my feelings were still confused and wrapped up with Clara. And anger did come up, for a while, though not as much as I feared. Maybe I'm just a sucker for a pretty face. I couldn't look into my sister's eyes and be mad. Instead, most of what I felt was a bizarre sense of pride and relief. For the past couple days I'd been worried that I was the second or third choice, that 'Clara' really didn't want to be with me. But someone doesn't commit incest just because their first or second choice rejects them. They have to actually want the other person, right? They have to want them so much they break the rules they've been taught their whole lives, and go after someone who's more off-limits than anybody else. But that didn't meant we were boyfriend and girlfriend. We didn't know what we were for a while.

That first time, the first completely honest time, we did kiss some while we fucked, but it was tentative, always questioning, like we were afraid we were taking it too far, that for the other one, it was just sex, and brother-sister love, but not Love with a capital 'L,' and, if it wasn't, maybe kissing was out of bounds. After that, for a while, we fucked, or performed oral sex on each other, a lot, but didn't kiss, not on the lips. Sometimes she even jokingly started things by ducking back into the Clara persona, and I responded, and neither of us were sure if we were just playing around, making a joke about how it all started, or if retreating to the fantasy that we were two unrelated people provided a much-needed distance when our doubts about the other person's feelings grew too large. But eventually, after a session of missionary sex turned into an extended make out session that lasted long after we came, we did have that dreaded conversation and, to our mutual relief, both admitted that it wasn't just a sexual thing, as crazy as it was, the feelings had been romantic, and they had been for a long time. We weren't just fooling around, having fun. There was something more.

I said there were more twists coming, so here we go. Sarah and I aren't actually brother and sister, biologically. I didn't know this at the time, but she was adopted as a baby because her parents died and there was no other family, and my parents were friends with her parents. Pretty much everybody except me already knew or guessed... silly me, I'd just assumed we had a family resemblance, turns out she looks nothing like me or the rest of us. But, now that we had a relationship, the secret came out, both theirs and, eventually, ours, and our family accepted it. We're getting legally married soon. Didn't see that coming, did you?

Of course, none of that's true. I just wanted to prove my point, that a surprise twist that you don't see coming doesn't make a good story, not if it's not genuine. If we weren't related, it might make our life a lot easier, but good stories aren't made of easy lives. Stories are made out of the abnormal, the weird, and me falling for my actual sister, and her loving me, a real relationship started because of a lie? That's weird. And also, I came to believe, beautiful.

If there's a twist to the story, it's just that. We fell in love. If there wasn't love, I could have titled this tale "The Man Who Mistook His Sister For A Cocksleeve." (That's a little inside joke for any other agnosia sufferers out there.) But there was, and maybe, like in romances throughout history, I really just fell for a pretty face first, and it grew into real love later, but it didn't take long. Now, it's as real as any. And that's made my life so much more complicated... difficult, but wonderful, too.

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>>631

It's exciting when you first realize you're turning gay! :)

I swear I was completely straight until about fourteen or so, hot-blooded skirt chasing and all. At some point though, it *flipped*. I was mad about boys like you wouldn't believe. On top of that, I also turned very feminine too; total twink, lost like 100 pounds to get to that point, and am an exclusive bottom. As it happened, I loved and embraced every moment of it. I felt like it was a very exciting transition. I would never want to be straight again; too boring. I eventually evened out as bi, but my favorite will always be males.

I encourage you to seek trusted gay men to experiment more with. Be sure to get fucked first. :3

To be honest with you and Freaky Deek, I've always known I was queer but being a child growing up and having hormones explode on you doesn't help any. Society teaches us straight is the norm because it produces children, and frankly that's fine. But just because it's the norm doesn't mean it's the "ÖNLY" norm. I don't think there is such a thing as "TURNING" this or "TURNING" that. Things like that are what we're taught as humans. What your body responds to if your "TRUE" form of self. I like the sexual nature of all sexes, not to mention adding in the actual personality of someone you're attracted to can make for a explosive combination.

Speaking of sex exclusively, I love a mindfuck, personally. Having a person into me, then pushing us together just make me high. I enjoy when one can seriously explore that aspect of their sexuality, like that.

At any rate, I'm glad you're being honest with yourself and learning to grow, from it. It doesn't happen overnight.

Chapter 2: Open the rear gate

A week after ‘that’ incident in the girl’s locker room, I found myself in PE class with a grim expression. Christina, Nicole and Jen had been busy with their studies and so was I. Not that we didn’t have any spare time, but the problem was that we didn’t have our free hours at the same time, which means no sex with hot dickgirls for me.

“Okay, listen up,” It was our PE teacher who was talking and when he was talking, you listen, or you’ll end up doing twenty pushups with weights on your back. “You are all going to take a test now. It’s nothing big, just a little test to see if you have improved or not. The one who has improved the least will have to clean the locker rooms.” He ran his eyes over the small crowd of students.
“I know there are some of you who’re better or worse than others, but I still want you all to do your best, got it?” Everyone nodded. “Great, now first up is Ken.”

It turned out that the test was about how much you could lift in weights and how long you could run in a certain tempo; in short, a test of stamina.
“Alec,” The teacher said. “Let’s see what you got.”

Okay, I’m going to save you (and me as well) the torture of reliving my pain, so I’m just gonna skip the part of the test where I fail (only because I’m the only one of the guys who does not aim to become a professional football star) and go to the part were I’m cleaning up the locker rooms. Of course the boy’s locker room needed most cleaning, but I just swiped over it once and then moved to the girl’s in hope of finding the trio I last shared my time in that room with.

As you might guess, I didn’t find them at all. What I did find though, which I didn’t notice last time, was that all the lockers had names on them, which meant that each girl had her own personal locker, personally I think that’s quite unfair when you think about how I have to use a locker that someone’s sweaty underwear once have been. Oh, the joy. So to start with, I swiped the place clean, not that it was much to clean, since girls are very clean by nature, and then went on a search.
For what did I search you ask, for Nicole, Christina and Jen’s lockers of course. I eventually found them and was surprised to find Jen’s locker open. Not that it stored anything of value (or that I’ve been looking for any either; no, seriously) but only a small piece of paper.

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Chapter 3: Lust, wrath and envy


It’s been a month now since I first met Christina, Nicole and Jen and since then, we’ve all had a lot of fun. There had been times though, when one or more of us had to leave to soon and one was left behind with blue balls, so to speak, but most of the time had gone by with funny games (usually involving sex, as expected), we’ve strip teased for each other and other things that may not be very appropriate to speak of, even here and now.

It was a sunny Monday morning in late May and soon, the summer vacations would set in, which was of course, the most discussed topic around school. But as with every year at high school when the summer vacation is so close, so is the exams, which means that I have to study as hell to get good grades, or mom and dad would kill me. Well, at least take away my rights to watch TV whenever I want or they’ll set curfews or something.

I was walking through the corridors towards the library (yeah, amazing isn’t it; I mean, me. In a library?) The teachers had given us the next few days to practice and rehearse the subjects instead of lecturing us about this and that. Personally, I found that way of work kinda relaxing.

As I reached the library, I noticed a lone figure sitting by one of the many tables. A swift glance was enough to reveal who it was.
“Yo, Nikki,” I said and Nicole looked up and the sight that met me was a little stunning. Not that anything had changed, but on her nose, sat a pair of small, oval glasses. “When did you begin to use glasses,” I asked.
“Always have,” She replied. “But I only need them when I read.” I nodded and sat down next to her and I couldn’t help but thinking how hot she was with those glasses.

“What are you reading,” I asked. Pretty stupid question since the book was open right before my eyes Title; ‘Mathematics for senior students’.
“Trying to solve an equation,” She said without paying much attention to me. “It’s freakin’ annoying.” I leaned closer to take a look and I had to admit that the problem was way beyond my limit. Then, Nicole caught me by surprise as she let out a small cry of annoyance and impatience.

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Chapter 4: Incestuous affairs (Incest and Loli warning!)


“Okay, awkwardness for the win,” I thought. Not only did the reuniting between Christina and Rachel go well, but this was completely ridiculous. You wanna know what is ridiculous. This; both of them screwing the shit out of each other. No sooner than Nicole and Jen had left, had the two of them stripped down each other and me and gotten into a hot round together.

“You two need to slow down,” I said. Christina looked up at me while her massive cock was being devoured by her wanton cousin.
“Why,” She asked. “Has sex become illegal now, too?”
“Incest is,” I said. “Even so, I couldn’t care less though. But the thing that really bothers me is that you two just became friends again and the first thing you do is getting naked. I don’t get it.” Rachel took Christina’s dick, which was oozing precum in quantities already, out of her mouth and looked at me.

“Of course you don’t,” she teased. “Neither do we, but we still do it because it feels right. Now come here and I’ll suck your cock.” Even if it sounded kind of awkward, I went over to her and she immediately went down on me, taking me to the base. Not that I was surprised of that though, since even if I possessed an eight-inch dick, Christina’s was over twice the length and two and a half times the diameter, so if you could get six inches of Christina down your throat, you could easily fit the whole of mine down without difficulties.

Since I and Rachel had already done it earlier on that day, we were a little burnt out, but hell no if we’d back out that easily.
“So good,” I said, rolling my eyes backwards a little. “Your mouth is so warm and your technique is absolutely great.” I could see Rachel blush a little, but then she switched over to Christina and instead, she offered me her tight pussy which I didn’t mind at all.

I slid myself easily into her and it was so tight and warm I thought I was gonna come there and then, but I managed to somehow hold on. I began to thrust slowly into her. It was a really sexy sight to see her cute breasts swing underneath her as I thrust inwards. I could see that Christina was by the top of her day as her cousin’s mouth was again wrapped around her huge pulsing meat. Personally, I envied her for it, I would certainly not have said no to suck Christina’s giant cock and would love to drink her delicious juices too, but having a nice piece of hot pussy is something only a gay man can say no to.

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Chapter 5: Final Farewell


It was hard to concentrate on my exam with the knowledge of that I would move away soon. Luckily, the only exam I had left was World History, in which I had pretty good grades already, so whatever the results of the exam I knew I would get a B anyway.
Still, I hadn’t managed to talk to Christina, Nicole, Jen or Rachel yet. The feeling of having to say it was like the feeling you get when you lose a bet and you have to for example walk on burning coal or something, in other words, it was unbearable.

The bell rang and those of us that was left in the classroom handed in our papers and left. I had hoped to get a moments rest before talking to either of the others, but just as I exited the classroom, Jen caught up with me.
“Hey Alec. What’s up? Are you alright?” Her cheery expression faded immediately as she saw mine.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” I said, but I doubted she believed me.
“Okay,” she said skeptically. Then she suddenly brightened up again. “Guess what,” She said, but didn’t wait to let me answer. “I’ve decided to give Rachel a chance to prove she’s changed.” I looked up at her.

“Really,” I asked. “How are you gonna let her prove it?” Jen smiled.
“You’ll see.” She said playfully. “I’ve mixed up a nice surprise for us at home, so now I’ll just go tell the others then we’re going, okay?”
“Sure,” I said with a wry smile. I had only one thought in mind for what Jen might have come up with, but personally, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to.
“Relax,” she said with a smile. “It’s not sex.” I looked at her with a raised eyebrow. “What? I don’t think of sex all the time. What I’ve thought of is, well, it’s a surprise. I know that Christina’s going to be so happy she’ll hug me till my head falls off.” For some reason, Jen seemed to be a lot more cheerful than she’d been since Rachel showed up at Christina’s door that day and to be perfectly honest, she needed it.

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that would have been new friends by halcyon, there was also a sequel which is worth a read even though it went unfinished

I can only Seem to find the first page, Does anyone know where Halcyon site is or has his story kept

And i was also looking for another story, Wasn't on elit.
But it was about a guy who's grandfather died and he inherited all his company and his private island and find out he has 3 sisters which all end up been having linked to one another before they knew each other

http://storiesonline.net/a/Halcyon

Create an account on storiesonline.net and then go to his page, as linked above.

757 here again, I forgot to mention that he actually finished the sequel.

Thanks heeps
You wouldn't happen to know what the other story i was talking about do you?

hot. i'm in. waiting for more ;)

Hitting the road - A short story
tags: M/m, yaoi, bear, twink (not shota)

I still don't know why I stayed with him so long. His name was Keith and he said he was 'about 50.' I always suspected closer to 40 but I never really knew, apparently neither did he. I'd lived in a bad house. A bad, bad house. So, a few weeks before my seventeenth birthday I grabbed my clothes, stole what we left of my parents money and what was left of their liquor. I ended up on a highway in Pennsylvania going south with about $45 and half a bottle of Jack. I didn't know where I wanted to go, I just wanted to be there so I stuck my thumb out. That's when Keith picked me up.

I heard the swill of brakes and an old station wagon rolled to a stop in front of me. Just in time because as I threw myself in the rain started tearing down.
"Where you goin'?" he asked with an accent I couldn't quite place. It is definitely American, though.
"I don't know" I responded truthfully. He looked me up and down. He was a pretty big man - well built. His backseat looked like it had been... extended? A few bags lined the walls of it but it looked more like a mattress and less like seats.
"Neither." That was a good start. "Then what are you getting away from?"

That first night we got to know each other. He'd been on the road for 20 years now, he'd forgotten why he had started but he enjoyed it too much. He also had the money to keep going, how he did I never asked. Maybe he'd won the lottery years ago, maybe inheritance, maybe he was working for the government. I just never found out. But We stopped a few places that night to get food on our trip nowhere. He seemed to know where he wanted to go, but maybe that's just who Keith was.

I woke up with my head against the window with sun in my eyes. How long had I slept. 20 minutes? 20 hours? I felt well rested enough. The car had stopped and as I turned around I could see Keith filling the car up. This was the first time I'd seen him in daylight. He was probably a little over 6 feet and wide, not just in the shoulders but he had a little bit of gut, too. Short, greying hair topped his head and he had a few days growth of stubble. He certainly looked masculine, I'll give him that. Topped with a shirt and jeans he could've even passed for a lumberjack

It turns out he'd driven all night and we were in North Carolina. From here he said we should go out west. He bought me breakfast and because of his state he made me drive. I hadn't had my license but that didn't bother him and I could drive. He did stay awake though but since that point of seeing him in daylight our conversations were always a little different due to one obvious fact that he was aware of and I wasn't: I fancied him. He grew up in Texas and was a police officer there, he told me. But he left when 'the force got too corrupt.' He'd always hated big cities and he was Red-Green colourblind. He used to have a wife, which I learnt a long, long time later that she had killed herself and their son. Perhaps the force wasn't so corrupt.

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Can we have a sequel to Indian Poker? loved that one.

>>718
Same girl, not a sequel. Also, perspective change. This has been on 7chan for ages and I guess I just forgot to put it here.

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Easy, drunk girls - A short story
tags: futa on male, futadom, anal, voyeurism, humiliation

"Do you wanna drink?" I could see by the way he was eyeing me and talking to me that he thought he was going to sleep with me. That was always the funnest part.
"Sure" I responded with forced demure. He could just hear me over the sound of the music.
"What do you like?" not 'what is you name' I noted.
I shrugged and a few seconds later I had a vodka and coke in my hand. Yeah, he definitely thought he was getting me in bed.
"How do you know Katie?" I asked him, a small test.
"A friend of a friend" he'd responded. Katie didn't exist - this was Olivia's party. We were inside the house, one of the few in there. Everyone else was outside where the music was, a soft throb replaced a dance beat every time the front door closed. Olivia let's me come in here when I need a bit of time to 'chill out' and this drunk troglodyte had followed me in. I didn't take a sip of his damn drink.
"So what's your name" he asked after finishing his own drink.

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I enjoy basically everything you write, thank you for posting stories.

>>400
You should put your things on Literotica. They're great.

"Good girl," gasped Fang with every step. His fingers dug into her collar and the pressure against her throat helped push her to take another step.

The sun just reached over the horizon as they struggled to keep moving. Every step was agony. Her lungs ached, her heart burned, and everything spun around her. She felt broken and shattered, both in mind and body.

"Good girl..." Fang slid to his knees and hit the ground with a thud. His fingers dug into her shoulder, his broken fingernails leaving a gouge along her skin. "Fuck, I can't... anymore."

Merrie whimpered and pressed her slick body against his.

Fang tried to push her away, but there was no strength in his movements. "No, I can't do it. I've been running all night. I... I can't make... it...."

Tears splashed down on her back. Sadness radiated from him and she reached up to wrap her arms around him. She held him tight and tried not to think of the despair that gnawed at her thoughts.

"I just wanted to see her one last time."

She smiled sadly and rested her head on his shoulder. His body shuddered with his gasps.

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Spinning around, Bass launched an attack at Gillette, his body blurring as he rained down rapid-fire blows that the paladin parried along with Tabitha's and Dixie's attacks.

Merrie felt the compulsion spells snap and her mind was suddenly clear. She could move again and let out a soft barking gasp.

Sable peered down at her. (You're badly injured. We'll send for Borias and he'll heal you. Just survive, please?) With her thoughts was regret. Borias' geas was bright in her mind, the fear of one death killing him also.

(I'm sorry for attacking you.)

(Apologize by surviving.) Sable charged into battle. (Just a few minutes.)

The battle was a maelstrom of power as the fighters attacked each other. Merrie could see how Dixie and Tabitha worked in unison, but their attacks had to be diverted from Bass' and Sable's. The fallen paladin and his bitch also fought perfectly together, but their actions didn't mesh with the brutality of the druid and her wolf. Each alpha could work perfectly with their master, but not with each other. Each time they managed to get in a killing blow, they had to pull it aside to avoid attacking the other.

She could help, she knew it. But, she had to be able to move. Merrie clutched her side and looked around. She could use the shadows to heal and then she wouldn't need Borias. But, there was no darkness around her, not with Gillette's scythe burning away the shadows. (Help me?)

(What?) asked Sable in a wave of confusion.

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"No, Golid, I did not. She turned her back on me when you took over. When you came up with this idea of the purge and her new image."

"She is truth and justice."

"She was wonderful just the way she was. She did good. We didn't preach. We fought evil."

"You were all whores!" Gillette's voice echoed against the trees. "Whores to your passion, whores to the pleasure of flesh. She is more than that! She has always been more than that!"

Bass stopped on a mound next to Fang's body. Merrie's blood-covered stake jerked as his foot settled on it. He lowered the tip of his sword and released it from his right hand. The massive sword thudded loudly as it struck the earth.

Merrie winced as the closeness to Fang's body.

The thriban shook his head. "No, she was already everything. We loved her with all her heart. It wasn't until you," he spread out his right hand over Fang's body, "poisoned her heart."

Gillette stepped forward, grabbing his scythe with both hands. "I will never give up. Not for her, not ever. I promised."

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>>737
So... this is the climax of Puppy Mill and it ended up being rather long (just over 16k words). So, I broke it into three parts. The above link has the beginning of it so you can avoid some spoilers.

Next week is the final chapter, an epilogue.

The summer night was as dark as Borias' mood. Except for the brief flicker of lighting along the rolling clouds, the only light was the two torches on either end of the mill's porch. The pool of yellowed light gave him no hope as he sat on the bench and stared out into the darkness.

The others were at the Blood County Fair and the mill was dark. For the second time since Bass bought the mill, they would not be selling bitches. Borias had no reason to join the others and risk his own death by accidentally seeing another. Instead, he spent his nights on the porch, looking past the fields, and toward the stain of black in the distance.

He wondered if anything grew where Merrie died. No one was sure anymore. From the front porch, he could see the black stain on the ground, but when he went to investigate it, he found himself wandering other parts of the mill grounds. It was a repulsion spell, one of the strongest he had ever experienced, and it resisted everyone's attempt to return to the place where she died.

Borias sighed and turned the mug in his hand. It was his best lager, but over the last few hours, it had warmed and flattened until it was nothing but swill. He couldn't pour it out but neither could he drink it. It was just there, like everything else left in his life.

In the sky, lighting crackled along the clouds and he watched the world flare to life before sinking back into pitch. A few seconds later, a rumble rolled over him and he closed his eyes to experience the vibrations in his chest. When he opened his eyes, the world remained a dark and dreary place.

For the seventh time that night, he told himself to do something but the dark thoughts kept him pinned to the bench. He groaned and leaned against the side of the bench. At his side, Sable's stake flashed in the light flickering along the clouds. He smiled and reached down. Stroking the wood, he imagined a helpless Sable pawing at the door, begging to get in even as Tabitha stormed toward her.

Merrie was so young and innocent when she first showed up. Wide eyed and terrified, but also fascinated. The new girls were always scared, rightfully so since they were all kidnapped before their fate. But, he had never seen any of them that pushed up their breasts and parted their lips the way she did. She begged for attention without realizing her actions. She was perfect, but now she was gone forever.

"Be fucking this," he muttered and set down his mug. He jammed his fingernails into his palms until he could force himself to stand up. His boots thudded against the boards of the porch as he made his way to the stairs and down the creaking steps.

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