I've got more if there's interest. Also taking requests - no underage, no scat.

Coed's Mistake

“That concludes today’s class. I’ll see you all next week.”

Mr. Cherny glanced around his class as they dutifully gathered their textbooks and prepared to leave. His eyes locked on one particular student, who was looking at him almost challengingly.

“Jessica?” he said in a cool tone, his eyebrows lifting. “Was there something?”

“Nope, professor,” she responded, her voice perky and half-insolent as always as she got to her feet. “Nothing at all.”

She hefted her bookbag and began walking towards the door, her perilously long heels clacking against the floor.

“Wait.”
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This was based off a personal fantasy/daydream of mine. I'll unfortunately never get to live it out, so, I wrote it down. (If, though, you're in NY and want to RP, perhaps . . .)

It was the final challenge of the evening. De(feet), the 18+ foot-themed gameshow, was clocking in 3 million viewers at 9PM, a studio record. With only thirty minutes on the clock, the host was cool and collected, knowing the next challenge, always something that the (by then) intoxicated crowd loved.

"Alright," the Host said to the crowd into his microphone, "I need one person from the crowd for our finale. Let's take . . . you," he said, pointing to the back of the crowd. A young man had the spotlight shining on him, and he grew nervous under it's heat.

"Uh . . . no thank you," he said, the shyness in his voice becoming apparent. The crowd was having none of it; they started chanting and cheering, and the young man gave into pressure. He rose from his seat and started towards the stage.

"Excellent! Knew you could do it," the host said. "Have a seat right here, front and center."

"Alright," the man said, and sat down, looking around nervously and smiling.

"What's your name?"

"Jay," the man said into the microphone.
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Translated from Thai version originally written by Blau Kätzchen with slight variations of the scenes and additional details of characters. Here -> https://www.pixiv.net/novel/series/1493430 Please support Blau if you like this story. I always eager to read more from Blau, so I decided to translate to get more people to read it.

Let's get to it.
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Pt.1 - Awakening
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"Ugggh.!" "What happened, where is this?"

I pondered looking around my bed enveloped by curtains on all sides. My heart racing, breath quickening, filled up with an irritating sensation I felt I needed to release. I had an urge to smash something while I was lost at where I was.

Looking down on my own hands, what was this? They're all shining black, with long fangs, scales all over my body and limbs, what happened? This weird feeling, was it a tail?

I slowly turned my tail toward the front, the fins on the tails are thin and sharp as razor blade. I tried contracting the tail and two sharp hooks protruded out of the tip.
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So I wound up writing/starting a few /g/-related stories, might as well share them here. Any feedback and constructive criticism is greatly appreciated.

General disclaimer: Everything depicted in any of this shit is completely made up, and any resemblance to other real or fictional characters or events is purely coincidental (unless noted otherwise). If you want to, feel free to imagine all characters as being of legal age in their jurisdiction.

So here we go (preemptive apologies if I mess up some formatting the first time around):

No Title [yuri, f-self, hanging, non-con]

With a creaking sound the winch activated, lifting Emily off the ground. The noose cutting into her neck caused the busty girl to start kicking almost immediately, her cries of pain, or for help, or mercy, cut off into ragged gasps.

The winch locked in and Emily came to a halt, her crotch right in front of Laura's face. Following an impulse, the redhead moved without even thinking, leaning forward to start licking the squirming girl's pussy. She was visibly wet, and tasted sweet yet a little salty.

Seeing as Emily didn't have much more time, Laura quickly moved on from her labia and focused on the clit exclusively, licking and sucking it. As soon as Emily understood, she tried to keep her gyrating down to a minimum, and the blonde's thighs wrapped around Laura's head, all but pressing the redhead's face into her crotch.

The overwhelming warmth and smell hit Laura, and she found herself getting dripping wet within seconds. As her mouth continued working the dangling blonde, Laura's hands started on her own pussy, her index and middle finger entering as deep as they could while the other thumb kept rubbing her clit.

As Laura kept going, Emily's cheeks flushed and her strangled gasps of pain became those of pleasure as she approached one final, ultimate orgasm. After what may have been seconds as well as an eternity, Emily came, opening her mouth to what would have been a shriek of absolute ecstasy had she had any air left as she gushed all over Laura's face and clenched her thighs hard enough the redhead almost feared she'd dislocate her jaw.

Only moments later Laura followed suit, her moan muffled by the blonde's pussy still racked by spasms of pleasure. As Emily finished, she let go of Laura and almost seemed to relax, seconds later letting out one final breath more like a sigh as her eyes rolled up and a trickPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

So, I'm going to post up some of the stuff I've completed. Most of this is on my ASSTR account or on Hentaifoundry, but It seems like there's some demand for it here as well.

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Yumi's Explosive Climax
Tags: F-solo, explosives, school, exhibitionism

School had ended when Yumi finally returned to her school, fireworks in one hand, a video camera in the other, lighter tucked into the pocket of her ripped denim shorts. She crept through the hallways till she arrived outside of her homeroom, it was after classes had ended for the day, but there were still a few teachers and students cleaning up after school. Yumi looked around, she had been thinking about doing this ever since she had seen the “Ruined Girls” website, the thought just wouldn't go away. So, once Yumi reached the hallway she set up the video camera on the other side of the hall, far enough away from her that it shouldn't be touched by what was about to happen. It was an afterthought, there to catch the end result of what she was about to do, but if she didn't get caught she wanted to have what she was about to do on camera. Yumi started unbuckling her shorts. She was well aware that she might be caught. The thought of someone she knew, maybe a teacher, or another student, someone she saw each and every day walking down the hallway and seeing her half naked, maybe a student, just finished with the cleaning exiting a classroom, or looking out one of the class windows into the hallway, the thought excited her like nothing else. In fact she was counting on the idea of being caught, she swore to herself that once she lit the fuse on the fireworks she wouldn't put them out herself unless someone else did it for her. The thought of being caught excited her almost as much as the possible result of her excursion.

Yumi fished the lighter out of her pocket and set it down quietly, it wouldn't do to be caught before she even started after all. She unbuttoned the buttons of her fly revealing a tantalizing glimpse of shaved skin to the camera, and then she slowly slid her shorts down her legs, revealing her lack of panties inch by inch to the audience she hoped would watch the video after she was done. Yumi's lower lips were red and puffy, a side effect of the rough denim rubbing against them with nothing in between. Her lower lips left a small trail of moisture between them and the crotch of her pants, revealing just how aroused the stimulation Post too long. Click here to view the full text.

Here are some excerpts from an academic book otherwise covered in another thread
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Edible People by Christian Siefkes.

I'm posting this chapter separately since I think it might be interesting to some here who don't read the other thread, since it's quite similar to the "somebody gets killed and eaten for the benefit of the rich" stories that can be found here. Except that it really happened. We don't get so much of gory details, but I think it's in interesting glimpse into a not-so-remote past.

It's also a bit of a crime mystery, as some of the details are disputed. Nevertheless, that Jameson paid for a slave girl who was then killed and butchered before his eyes and subsequently eaten, is admitted even by himself.

CHAPTER 9, THE JAMESON AFFAIR

… James Jameson, a wealthy Scot from the family of whiskey producers with the same name, had been one of the Europeans who accompanied Henry Morton Stanley during his last expedition through Africa and who had effectively been abandoned by Stanley in the eastern Congo basin to form part of his “rear guard.”3 During that time, Jameson had—whether wittingly or not—paid for a young enslaved girl who was then handed over to cannibals for consumption, while he witnessed everything and made drawings of the proceedings. Accusations that he had deliberately arranged the deadly episode sent shock waves through the British and American press in 1890….

Section: The Evidence

Because Jameson died of a severe fever in August 1888, a few months after the incident, he was unable to defend himself against the charges. In his diary, published posthumously by his wife and brother,4 he describes the episode as something that took him by surprise and happened against his will.
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Death Row Destiny

The years leading up to the passing of the Brooke-Strickland Act were filled with mass overpopulation, societal decay, and violent crime. In 2046, the year before the Act mandated the death sentence for even the smallest crime, the homicide rate in 7/10 major cities in the former United States was at record highs.

A little known add-on to the Act also extended the death penalty to minors. This would soon arouse extreme controversy when it would be utilized to hang a gang of street children accused of raping the daughter of a wealthy executive.

"Alright Merle, what do you have for us today?", Charlie yelled.
Charlie was the executioner that day. I was the photographer in charge of documenting this historic event. The first time anyone under the age of 18 had been put to death in almost a century.

"Just some street rats, Chuck!" the guard answered with a chuckle.
Charlie handed Merle a sheaf of paperwork. He turned to the prisoners, and winked. The kids didn't react, their senses having been dulled beforehand with a tranquilizer solution added to their last meal.

There were 5 of them.
Tom, age 13, a slender, almost feminine boy with long blonde hair tied into a pony tail.
Sara, age 16, a latina short stack with a glare permanently plastered on her face.
Luca, age 15, a string bean with curly brown hair and freckles.
Mika, age 12, the youngest in the group, tan skin contrasting with an explosion of pink hair cut short on her head.
Nate, age 17, sharp eyes and a buzzcut, biceps and legs toned from daily hard labor.
All were wearing the disposable jumpsuits given to death row inmates. They stood listlessly as Merle scribbled on the sheet of paper authorizing the transfer of the prisoners to the executioner.

"Alright, that's it then", Charlie said as Merle gave back the forms.
"Let's go, guys". He yanked on the chain, and the doomed children slowly shuffled forward to the execution chamber. The chamber was simply a large featureless room with a digital clock, and a series of drains embedded into the floor. Several HD cameras tracked the prisoners as they walked in. A specific request from the father of the raped girl, the execution would be streamed live to the world.

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Hi, author of car fight here. It's been a while… I once used the name 1D-Glasses, but decided to go with my Pixiv name since I use that more actively. I posted a couple of my stories on there as novels: https://www.pixiv.net/en/users/5496073
More will hopefully follow (perhaps with illustrations).
Anyway, feedback is welcome.


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Rebecca and Ryan were holding hands, trudging through the darkness of the cave by touch alone. Ryan had insisted that they forego artificial light; besides, he had the route memorized, so she need only follow him. Rebecca wasn’t so sure. It felt to her like they’d spent half an hour marching blindly by now, though it could just as well have been five minutes—five minutes too many spent in pitch darkness, as far as Rebecca was concerned.

“I see a light!” cried Rebecca, her voice echoing through the cave. She squinted. “What is that? I don’t think it’s sunlight.”

“You’ll see,” Ryan responded cryptically.

Rebecca’s annoyance gave way to awe as the true source of the light came into view. A natural cavern the size of a cathedral, with mist hanging in the air that seemed to glow of its own accord, illuminating every surface with an ethereal blue. Watery caustics danced across the millions of stalactites, drawing her attention to a shallow pool taking up most of the floor inside the cavern. The light seemed especially concentrated there, as if the water—or something under it—was the source of the glow. “Wow,” was all she could manage.

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(Here's another combining at least three different ideas I had. More to follow when I get time)

As she sat brushing and drying her hair after her shower, fourteen year old Natasha looked out her bedroom window into the back garden where her Daddy’s going-away party was being set up. Her mum, a well-respected local party and event planner, was supervising the set-up on their large, tree-edged lawn while the twins raced around in bikini-bottoms, exploding with giggles as they squirted each other with giant water-pistols. She heard her mum shout to the two twelve year olds to stay out of the way of the workmen setting up the jungle-themed props and decorations. She knew that this team and the caterers has worked with her mum many times in the past, that she was liked and that there was a strong mutual respect among all of them. Of course, this was the first event her mum had organised where she was also on the menu!

A month ago, Natasha’s dad had been offered a big promotion at work which came with a huge salary increase and a big increase in status but it came with a catch. Not only would his company only pay to relocate him rather than his whole family but, because of the job’s location in the middle of the City, he’d be provided with a city apartment, plenty big enough for a man on his own to live well but far too small for a family with three children. The family had all sat down together over dinner, talked it over and agreed that he should take the job.

None of the girls had seemed too surprised when it was suggested that they should cook at their dad’s going away party. Natasha had always assumed she would end up on the menu sooner or later and had certainly not failed to notice the way her parents looked at her, especially in the last year or so when she had really blossomed into a young woman with an athletic but curvaceous figure and pretty big boobs for her age that were the envy of many of her friends. She was lucky, she thought, to have taken after her mum in that way!

Natasha’s mum was a tall, Mediterranean beauty with big, firm breasts and a spectacular ass, looking a lot younger than her thirty-seven years. Probably capable of another baby or two, she’d have probably had no problem at all finding a new husband if that was what she wanted but divorces, even perfectly amicable ones, were messy and complicated and she didn’t want her beloved husband feeling held back by any ties to his former life as he Post too long. Click here to view the full text.

This thread will be for any of my stories that are shorter than 500 words.

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Killing Cassandra

shooting, teen, f-self, piss

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Dustin awoke to the slamming of a door. A beam of sunlight shone through a hole over his head, piercing an otherwise black room. What the hell?

He stretched out his arms and bumped into something; a gun, his Glock 17.

Right! He was hiding in the closet belonging to a thirteen-year-old girl named Cassandra Nguyen. How did he fall asleep on the job? He only needed to wait two hours. Didn’t a door slam, or did he imagine that?
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