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"Earning Tips" Part 1

Tags: M/f, oral, not slow

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“God, the tits on her!”

I rolled my eyes subtly. The two older men were almost fully twisted around in their chairs, leering at the blonde server relaying our order to the bartender.

“And did you see her ass when she walked off?”

I glanced at the last member of this foursome. He met my eyes, and very unsubtly rolled his.

“The girl looks like the letter ‘P’ from the side... y’know, with a ‘d’ comin’ off the backside.” I looked over at the bar, finally. Sadly, Ted was right. The young woman was stretched on her tippy-toes at the bar, in perfect profile. The tightly-fitted country club server’s uniform didn’t leave all that much to the imagination.
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Inspired/influenced by another of the greatest masterpieces of our time comes another story of "Young man arrives at a new place and must establish a harem of cute, young animal-eared girls in a medieval setting."

Tags: medieval fantasy, kemonomimi, interspecies romance, M/f, harem

I'm honestly not sure if it is yet worth posting, or ever will be, but considering the slow state of this board, it might be better than nothing. Ideas, suggestions, and comments are welcome.

Story will be super slow and so will updates. No sex yet.

Haven't been able to find a story quite like what I wanting to read, so I decided to write one. See if you like it.

Tags
(MF, M solo, MgFb, anal, implied incest.)


Brian crashed down on the couch, exhausted. He had just finished bringing in the last of the boxes from the u-haul into his dads new house, having spent the day helping him move in. The last load had been clearing out the storage unit his dad had kept most of his things(under Brian's name) in while he had been staying in a crap apartment during the divorce.
He had loaded and unloaded it all solo, his Dad having left early in the evening to go to the night shift he was covering for a coworker. He had told Brian not to worry about it, to just crash and take the night off to enjoy his first weekend of summer vacation from freshman year at college.
But he had done it anyway, he figured it would work as payment for his dad letting him crash here for free while he was out of school. It beat having to stay with Mom.
As he relaxed, he started thinking about what to do to entertain himself. He was too tired to think about going out, while the TV was set up, the cable and internet service wasnt going to be for another week.
So his usual private pastime of surfing the net for porn was out.
He did recall one of the boxes he hauled in had been labeled VCR though. The box was big enough that it had to also have tapes in it, and TV was old enough that it still had the right RCA connections.
Deciding some vintage movies and take out was good enough a prospect, he called in a pizza and went to unpack and peruse the nights options.
In the big box was about along with the slightly beat up old VCR was the usual assortment of uncased stacks of VHSs that accumulate in any household of a certain time, in a variety of genres, with peeling labels showing 80s action movies, kids cartoons, taped sport events and shows. Browsing through the top layer he decided on Predator as good nostalgic time waster.
By the time he had set things up the pizza had arrived, so he sat back and worked his way through too much pizza, and not enough action. He had forgotten how good a movie it was, in its own 80s way, that after finishing it and putting away the pizza he went back to the box to find out if the sequel was also in the cache.
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The book was old. It was bound in a now faded leather that hinted at the color black. It had several tears that had been stitched shut, some with professional precession and some were rough and untrained. The wear and tear the tomb exhibited could not even begin to tell the tale that lay inside it's pages. If it were to be opened one would find the paper musty,stiff, and yellowed with age. Some of the pages seem to have been torn out leaving only short ragged stubs to testify for their existence. Inside the worn cover of the old book was a short paragraph of small tightly written script pinned in black ink that had long since faded to blue, it read.

“ To my Robin, my daughter, my wife, my lover. You are what kept me going all these years. Yours forever Edward.”

May 19, 1954
I have not been this excited since I was a child on Christmas morning. My name is Edward Blanton, I am twenty nine years old, and I am a ornithologist. That is a bird scientist. I follow birds, watch birds, I love birds, birds are my passion. I will record all of my findings in this journal for posterity, but first I need to explain the adventure I am currently on.

You see there is a little known rare species of bird called the Blue Pope. It is a small bird close cousin to the finch but has a interesting blue coloration that makes it unique. It nests in southern Mexico during the winter months, but no one knows where they go for the summer. The Blue Pope has one other strange quality about it that makes it special. In the small southern town where the birds nest for half the year, it is the only place in Mexico where you can find Pope Berries. The berries are not native to the area and they seem to only begin sprouting when the birds appear every season. This has lead me to believe that the two are tied together somehow.

So no one knows where these strange little birds go for the summer, no one except me. I found out where they have been hiding, on my grandfathers land in Montana. I found this out several months ago when I was going through some of my grandfathers old books and found a sprig of Pope Berries pressed between the pages of one large tomb. When I asked my mother about it she told me it was from the cabin her father owned in the mountains, and that these plants grew wild there. It is a chunk of land closed off in a hidden valley that you had to have a plane to get to. Unless you were willing to hike the two days it took to get to the old cabin and that was a long trip over rough ground.

So here I am on a train to Montanan with my last seventy five bucks in my pocket. I hope that my guess is correct and I find my little birds there.

May 21, 1954
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A Quiet Evening at Home
- by Nicholas Fellheimer
(with thanks to PuppyLoverDawn!)

As I waited for the dog's thick cock to unknot from my ass and slowly came down from another orgasm, I opened my eyes and stared across the kitchen floor: in the living room, someone was fucking my youngest daughter on the couch, but I couldn't quite make out who it was. Sliding my face across the slick of spit and cum on the linoleum, I tried to get a better look, but the little whore kept thrashing around. Didn't look like her father, at least not from this angle. Probably one of Jeremy's friends.

Now I started wondering where my husband might have gotten off to. And was our back porch light on? He's probably out there selling tickets to the neighbors. I turned, and a rain of piss spattered across my face. Another of Jeremy's friends - in the study, my middle daughter was putting on some sort of slit-licking show with a young lady I had not yet been introduced to, much to the delight of the boys.

A second stream hit my face, followed by a third. The bathroom was apparently occupied, so someone had announced that the kitchen floor was now the place to piss. A dripping dick was wiped dry in my hair, then slipped into my mouth.

Goodness.

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Maybe I should start from the beginning.
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Another story I've been working on, I'm posting it while I deal with writer's block on Roommates. Yes, I have about a dozen different stories, three of them full-length novels, all going at the same time. This is the only one that fits in /elit/ though.

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

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

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

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

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Long time listener, first time caller. I've tried to write elit before, but I have the attention span of a gnat. Started writing a little scenario for a nice young lady I know and it just kept going. Figured with how sparse this board's been of late there wouldn't be any harm in sharing it.

Tags: Mf, nc/hypno, mild v, spit, ws, Dom/sub

Any and all feedback welcome.

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He showed up at her house while no one else was home; he made sure to time it that way. She came down after the second ring, thinking maybe the mailman needed her to sign for a package, and he smiled at the momentary flash of fear in her eyes when she opened the door and realized it was a stranger. When she sensed what he might be there for. Still, he looked polite. And her parents had taught her to always be polite in turn.

“Hi there. Are your parents home?”

“Um, not right- uh… now…,” she said. Inwardly kicking herself for not lying. For not saying something smarter. Oh well. We all say things we regret. It was already too late the second she opened the door.

“Oh,” he said. “Bummer. Do you mind if I come in?”
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Back in 2008 I was having health issues making it difficult to run games with my normal gaming group, and decided to start writing up some smut as I could go at my own pace. I spent the next 3 months spitting out small 500-1000 word posts with out any clear goal. Despite that it had drew some interest. I stopped with that story, and one of the readers became a player I still run with to this day.

I’ve been meaning to pick the story back up over the years, but when I looked through it, it was in such a messy state that I wanted to start over again. This time around I’ve been working on a world bible, coming up with concepts long before they are put in the story so that I can maintain consistency. In the years since the first story, I came across the isekai concept. While not unique to japan, the tropes they use gives their take on it its own flavor.

I’ll be marking each chapter with tags, but at the end of this spiel you’ll find a majority of the tags I plan to use. This story is a world revolving around lolis and lolitas, along with beasts, monsters and devilish aggressors that want them for breeding. This is also a gender bending story, with the main character becoming a cute loli. I will do my best to separate raw violence from sexual content, but that is not always possible. Vore and absorption in this story is soft, but can be transformative. There will be no scat, however anal egg, toy, and gel stuff may happen. The main character is no safer from having things done to them as other characters in the story, including bad ends. The “true” isekai part will start in the second story arc, while the first arc is for main character development.

On a final note, I’d like to thank backslash for editing this mess, and my friends for being critical in their proofreading. This story will be published on both elit and atf, and perhaps other places that allow such content.

Tags: g, f, futa, anal, bd, best, blackmail, caution, cons, creampie, ds, dream, fdom, fembot, fist, furry, giant, goth, humi, inc, isekai, mc, magic, fsolo, gsolo, hsolo, nc, nosex, ped, preg, rape, reluc, rom, rough, tg, tort, toys, tragic, veg, viol, virg, vore, voy, ws, forniphilia, unbirth, transformation, nullication/amuptee