SomeRandomBlog

I'm not quitting, but....

2010-02-15T19:53:00.002-05:00

Well folks I haven’t updated my blog in a while, and I guess that it’s only fair that I do so, to let you know what is happening with me.

The first thing that I want to tell you is that I’m not quitting.

The second thing I want to tell you is the reason I haven’t been blogging, which is that I haven’t written much of anything in a long while.

And that all leads me down to the point I’m about to make. I’m bored with futanari porn. Maybe it’s the fact that I’ve more or less written only futanari porn over the last 2.5 years. At least, the stuff that I’ve posted.

In the end I was never so over the top infatuated with futanari as some others are. I guess my big fetish was always transformation. The act of changing from one being or creature into another. Initially I was enamored with feminization fetish, but in the end it didn’t cater enough to my interests. The female dominance angle aside (which was rarely a good thing) the transformation from being a man to having breasts and a vagina was interesting, but I did not want to do so to have heterosexual sex with a man, in my fantasies I still have no arousal towards men or anything masculine.

That’s when futanari interested me, because naturally there’s a change, or at least I typically involve one, where a man or a woman becomes a futanari. The change is sudden and affects not only their libido but their reasoning, and so on and so forth. We’ve all seen it a dozen times in stories, at least.

And if you look at my stories, the erotic ones at least, most of the better ones involve transformation. Terra, Club Vanilla, Chrysanthemum, the transformation scenes are some of the best, and rival the sex that happens soon thereafter.

So I guess the real honest truth is that futanari became boring to me. It’s more or less the same few scenes over and over again; before the transformation, transforming, self experimentation, making love for the first time (with the phallus/as a futa), impregnation, starting a family, etc etc etc, or however the specific stories go.

Now I guess if anyone’s reading this, you’ve probably assumed I’ve quit. And I haven’t done that, nowhere near it really. I’m just not as interested in writing futanari porn. At some point in time I look at myself and wonder why I write only for a fetish which starts to bore me. Hell, I look at some of my best stories as being my non erotic ones (set in the ‘What You Need’ later Terraverse) like Jamie and Phillip, Joan’s Baby, or Casey at Bat. I would love it if I could at least show my family some of my stories.

This has caused me to cut down on my time I’ve spent on futanari forums, like Futanari Palace and F3. Well, dealing with the management at FP is one issue.

So where does this leave us? Well, naturally, my writing production has cut down a lot. I’m still interested in my stories, but not as much in others stories. But my focus now is on the plot, the story of Terra, and not unnecessary gropefests. I’m not saying I’ll never write a futanari sex scene again, I just mean that I’m less inclined to do the gratuitous unnecessary sex scenes.

I guess, if you’re (still) reading you are probably left to wonder what is going to happen with my stories. Well to be honest I’ve decided to put my effort into making Terra a story that is interesting enough to survive without relying on sex all of the time. (Though I’m sure a great many could observe that sex is hardly there all of the time.) I will continue to write Terra, and most likely finish my other stories, in fact I have a chapter of Terra half finished. I need to focus my time more on it, I admit, but real life has become a pain. I’ll go into more detail about that later, but for now, I haven’t given up.

To Celeborn, I assure you I’m nowhere near dead, just mostly lurking. Thanks for reading and taking a moment to comment.

And if you were wondering what else is going on in my life, well, I’ve mostly been playing on my new 360. I spent a lot of time playing Fallout 3, love it, and some other games (GTA4, L4D, RE5, to name a few) to a lesser extent. I’ve been trying to get ahead in general in life, but I wanted to take a break and enjoy something I’ve wanted for a while. It just set me back a bit…

And that’s all I’ve got for now. Didn’t mean to hurt anyone’s feelings, and I don’t want to do this as some attention whore being emo. I felt I owed it to anyone who takes the time to read my stuff to know what is going on.

Peace
SomeRandomBastard
http://www.asstr.org/~srb/
http://somerandombastard.blogspot.com/

I’m not dead

2009-12-07T09:23:00.002-05:00

I’m not dead, if anyone was wondering. I’ve just been crazy busy lately, but I’m sure that you all know how that is with the season and everything.

Anyway, I guess the news is no news. I’m trying to work on the chapter of Terra but when I barely have a chance to sleep, or even blog, I don’t have the time to write a 20,000 word chapter. For that I am sorry, but this won’t go on forever. Another couple weeks of 6 day work weeks and one day weekends, and I hit 3 day workweeks and 4 day weekends, thanks to the holidays. After that I should resume writing regularly.

You can consider it a hiatus if you’d like, personally I wish I could write ‘til my heart’s content but it’s just not happening that way. But we can always hope.

Thanks as always for reading, and I hope that I can make it up to you eventually. The next 3 chapters of Terra are gonna be real good…assuming I can pull it off right. Well I did the first 30 pretty decent so I guess we’ll have to see.

PS to anonymous I'm not going to drop the story, it just takes time to get it done. I know I suck lately but having to work twice as many hours and deal with the whole hullaballoo, and only having one day off a week hurts.

Peace
SomeRandomBastard
http://www.asstr.org/~srb/
http://somerandombastard.blogspot.com/

Congrats Terra on 2 years

2009-11-18T22:58:00.002-05:00

Hey everyone, a whole bunch of shit’s been hitting me and all of that. Don’t really have a lot of time to hit everything in detail but I’ll let you know what’s up.

Firstly for the second anniversary of the day I started Terra, I posted a companion reader for it, going into detail about some of the characters, and some of the major plot points. Few enjoyed it but I, as always, appreciate those who did.

Beyond that I’m back on the horse writing the next chapter of Terra. Now that I’ve sprung past the wall that was holding me back, I think that I’ve come up with exactly what I need to really get the chapter going. There are a lot of loose threads that I still have to go in and take care of, tying them up into a tapestry of a story… that or fail spectacularly. But hey, either way it should be spectacular.

Yeah, other than that, just dealing with life and what it throws at me.

Oh, one more thing, a head’s up really. Right after thanksgiving my job gets incredibly busy. Those who read last year at the same time know what I mean. It depends on how much I work, and what else I’m doing for recreation, but there’s a chance that my writing will decrease significantly, especially as I need the money. But c’est la vie.

PS Sorry it took me forever to answer your question anonymous, but yes I will write a sequel to that, when the inspiration hits. Just so you know the best way to contact me is via IM and not blog comment. Thanks as always for reading.

I’ll get back to you guys soon. Take it easy.

Peace
SomeRandomBastard
http://www.asstr.org/~srb/
http://somerandombastard.blogspot.com/

Devil in the Details is Done

2009-10-27T20:24:00.000-04:00

Well hey everyone, here’s the newest news on what’s going on.

Firstly I apologize for taking so long to get to you, Sunday was my birthday and I was busy with the family and everything. I haven’t had a lot of time to sit down and really work on things.

Now the biggest news as of the moment is that I’ve posted the last chapter of the Devil in the Details, Copulation. It’s really more of the obligatory sex scene, but it does serve to show their love and compassion and hell, a sex scene never hurt.

The next thing I’m up to, while not working on the next chapter of Terra directly, is a sort of companion chapter for the story. I just wanted to do something special for the second anniversary of the story, and realized that this is going to be a long chapter, one I’m not going to be too likely to post anytime soon. So I’m going to go into a little bit of detail about the various characters in the story, some of the technology, looking back at some of the points in the story, and a background look at how a chapter gets written and the prewriting and thought that goes into it. Maybe it’ll be something interesting, or at least worth reading.

Anyway, I’m just taking the time off to recover, hopefully I’ll have something worth reading soon. Hope you enjoy the story and I’ll do my best to post soon.

Peace
SomeRandomBastard
http://www.asstr.org/~srb/
http://somerandombastard.blogspot.com/

Here in my car I feel safest of all...

2009-10-20T11:42:00.002-04:00

Hey guys, lots of stuff have happened since I was last here, so sorry that I haven’t been able to update it. This is still the condensed version.

Well firstly, and most importantly, I got myself a car. It’s a nice midsized car, a black 2005 Nissan Sentra. Low mileage on it too, and runs great. Except for the fucking tires, which I have to get replaced. That sucks but everything else is a go with it. I’m super psyched about that, it’s got everything I want in a car, low gas mileage(26hw/20ct) it’s safe, handles great, it’s got good room in the backseat and the trunk, I do love the color, and it’s even got a cd/auxiliary in.

It’s gonna be a pain to pay everything off but it’ll be good in the end. With the extra hours I’m going to work it will almost cover that, once I take care of everything. The down payment for the car and the insurance was a bitch, and these tires won’t help either, but I’ve got a car and it’s on the road.

Other than that I have a mouthful of cavities, and a root canal so bad it has to be done in 2 days. That sucks but whatever, a week from Saturday I’ll have that taken care of. Well one of them, if I can afford it.

Oh and the thing that most of you probably care about, I posted my new story, Devil in the Details, at FP, to little fanfare. Oh well, I enjoyed writing it, and I suppose that’s all that matters. It’s my entry for my Halloween challenge, and I’m glad to see that a lot of people decided to contribute something, I was starting to get worried that there wouldn’t be much of anything to be honest. There was a lot of interest in the challenge at first, but then after about 2 weeks or so nobody said a thing. Thank god there was a revival of interest there, or else it’d completely fail.

Well sorry to drop everything at you so quick but I’ve got to get ready to drive my car to work. Have a good one folks.

Peace,
SomeRandomBastard
http://www.asstr.org/~srb/
http://somerandombastard.blogspot.com/

Since we've no place to go...

2009-10-15T23:46:00.000-04:00

Hey everyone. It’s snowing. Huh, well, that’s neat. I hope that the winter isn’t too long then. But it probably will be, the summer was especially mild.

Anyway, I’ve finished the rough draft of my story and I’m working on the kinks. A lot of it is in language, I’ve tried to strike a balance between old timey ‘Thee thou thine tis etc’ language, and more contemporary language. Though the most important thing is telling the story and making it both interesting, and good. I think that the beginning is well done, but later on in the story it needs more work. But I’m about 25% done editing already, which is a good pace.

Also, my tooth is killing me. I’m seeing a dentist about that, but I’m hoping that it doesn’t hurt me too much until that’s taken care of. Lord knows it can’t be as bad as the wisdom tooth I had yanked out.

Well, hopefully there’ll be more stuff, and things in the future. Have a good one folks, I’ll see you around when I do.

Peace,
SomeRandomBastard
http://www.asstr.org/~srb/
http://somerandombastard.blogspot.com/

Sunday, Sunday! SUNDAY!!!....and also Saturday.

2009-10-11T22:21:00.003-04:00

Hey everyone, just another quickie to jump in and say a little something about what’s been going on.

Anyway I finished the main plot of the Halloween contest entry, and now I’m working on getting the sex scene done. I had a really busy weekend, and instead of tackling the scene I haven’t done a single thing on it. Oh well. I’ve still got almost 3 weeks and I really think it’s come together nicely. Hopefully people will enjoy it.

I’m also thinking of working on the disclaimers and so on in my stories, cleaning them up, adding new information and removing old, try to make it look a little bit more professionally or maybe at least nicer. I’ve considered posting on storiesonline and I wanted to convert the files to html before I do so and link to my asstr site. Some new feedback might be nice.

Yeah, sorry this is so short, but a lot of my weekend was eaten up yesterday and today helping out family. Plus kinda bummed that the Sox were eliminated and the Pats lost in OT. At least Family Guy was good.

Peace,
SomeRandomBastard
http://www.asstr.org/~srb/
http://somerandombastard.blogspot.com/

I'm not dead

2009-10-09T10:54:00.002-04:00

Just being lazy. Don't have a lot of time to talk right now but I wanted to say that I'm not dead. Not much is new really, just eating up time waiting for my berfday. Still working on the story, almost done the main story and waiting to get that and the main sex scene done. Other than that just staying alive and trying to get stuff done. I'll blog more this weekend, not that I expect there to be much more to blog, but y'know, that's about every blog.

PS thanks to the two anonymous comments for posting. Yeah I have healthcare but it doesn't help if you don't know what it is. Turns out it's fatty liver. Not good but I guess it could be worse. And thanks for reading Terra. I hope to have something new for people to read soon.

Peace,
SomeRandomBastard
http://www.asstr.org/~srb/
http://somerandombastard.blogspot.com/

God does anyone read this…?

2009-09-27T22:34:00.000-04:00

Hey folks, what’s going on? There’s not a whole lot going on with me lately, but I wanted to let everyone know what was going on with me.

Firstly, I went and did the whole ultrasound thing on Friday. I was going to write an update, but there wasn’t really anything to update. I did it, it happened, and I’m waiting for the results. I’m hoping to hear back sometime this week, but first they have to send it to my doctor, and then he’s got to look at it and inspect it. I’m guessing that they do all of this by some type of postal service, god I’d hate to imagine them doing it either via UPS or email.

When I know I should let you know. If you care, honestly, I don’t know how many people really give a fuck. I mean I don’t want to BAWWW here so I won’t. I’m not looking for sympathy from complete and total strangers. I’m not an attention whore, I don’t want people to worry about me or anything. If something happens I’ll let you know, otherwise I’ll just try to struggle on through the daily shit that we all deal with. If I could get over these allergies and breathe easier that’d help. Sorry if that sounds rude but I don’t really know how else to phrase it.

Anyway, beyond that the FP story challenge is chugging along, I guess. Haven’t had a lot of people go and write stories, but I’m hoping that they take their time and come up with something good. I’m working on my own thing, word count wise, its almost 7000 words, which I figure will be just over 1/3 of the story. Once I finish the sex scene I plan an action scene, followed by the climax, another action scene, and finally one last sex scene as some falling action. I know I’m being genericly vague but I don’t want to ruin any of it. I’m still probably a month from posting it anyway, I plan on posting the story on my birthday, one chapter a day or so. Or I might wait to finish it on Halloween, or maybe the day before Halloween. I haven’t decided yet.

Watched the new Fox shows tonight. Simpsons was slightly better than it has been lately. Cleveland Show wasn’t that good but I wasn’t really expecting that much from it. Family Guy is good, better than I expected over the last season. The Robot Chicken world had to be my favorite. The American Dad was better, they seem to have found a way to make Steve less annoying, or perhaps I have just gotten used to it.

So I beat Marvel Ultimate Alliance 2…in under 10 hours. Dang, what a short game. Seriously, it was good, but nothing special. Not worth the money for sure, maybe when it comes down to like 20 bucks, but it was ok. Still not sure what I’m going to move onto next, I’ve been testing the waters with Atelier Iris 2, it’s better than the first but I already played the third, which was much better. I dunno, I guess I’ll come up with something.

God I hate allergies worse than anything, having difficulty breathing is the worst, it sucks shit. But forget it. anyway, that’s it for now. God does anyone read this…?

Peace,
SomeRandomBastard
http://www.asstr.org/~srb/
http://somerandombastard.blogspot.com/

New stuff, will eventually be old stuff

2009-09-23T23:12:00.000-04:00

Hey folks, just a little update on how things are going.

Firstly the FP Halloween Story Challenge is going pretty well. There’s been a good amount of interest and a couple people have completed stories already. It’s still early and there’s plenty of time if you’re interested in either reading or writing a story.

Beyond that I’ve gotten going on my story, which is coming together. I’m trying to pace it right, assuming it’s going to be about 20,000 words, and working on making sure that I leave enough room to cover everything. There’s basically going to be six scenes, though the first two will be short, and the last one will be an eventual sex scene. The first two have amounted to around 4500 words so far, so there should be plenty of room, but I’m starting to worry that it might seem like a disjointed series of events rather than a cohesive story. Idk, we’ll see.

Reminder I’ll get my liver checked on Friday, well, I won’t know for a bit but at least I’m on the road to knowing. And hey, 3 day weekend is nice too.

Also, the new chapter of Terra is temporarily on hold for the next little bit, until I get the Halloween story taken care of. I’m hoping to have something before it gets to be too late.

Anyway, that’s all I’ve got for tonight. Take it easy folks.

Peace,
SomeRandomBastard
http://www.asstr.org/~srb/
http://somerandombastard.blogspot.com/

Whats new pussycat?

2009-09-20T22:07:00.002-04:00

Well hey everyone, it’s Sunday night and time for an update.

Firstly I want to correct myself. Shortly after telling you all that it might be my kidney, I received the results of my blood/urine tests. Apparently it’s now my liver, or at least that’s what we’re thinking now. So I get to have an ultrasound on it. Not exactly what I wanted but maybe sometime I’ll find out what’s wrong with me. It’s on Friday, but chances are I won’t know for sure until the weekend after that.

Moving on…I decided to go forward with my idea for a Futanari Palace Halloween Story Challenge. I don’t want to call it a contest, because I don’t want to make it competitive. I’m actually surprised at the amount of interest that has been shown, far more than I had initially expected. I hope that as many people that are interested actually write and finish a story.

I’m working on an idea for a story, but I think I’ve got the base of it cemented. I don’t want to spoil it but I might wind up pushing the 20,000 word limit. Damn it, who made up that stupid rule?

Also I’ve been working on Terra, although I’m afraid it might be on hiatus while I write the Halloween story, then I’ll pick it back up. I’m only like maybe 15% done the next chapter anyway.

The reason for that is, of course, Mana Khemia 2, which I finally beat this week. It was a good game, a fun one, though very repetitive. But I’ve moved on from a repetitive 70 hour jRPG to a repetitive 20ish hour beat em up, Marvel Ultimate Alliance 2. It’s basically the same as the other games based on that engine, X-Men Legends1-2, Fantastic Four, and its predecessor. The storyline is more interesting, because it’s based on the whole Civil War storyline in the Marvel universe, although it sorta sucks because instead of actually splitting up the camp into two different groups, you can basically play with just about everyone except for a few, like Iron Man on the pro-registration side, and Captain America on the anti-registration side. Someone like Wolverine, who was very anti being on Stark’s side, or Spiderman, who actually revealed his identity being on Captain America’s side, is kinda silly. But whatever, it is a video game based off a comic book, so it’s all good. Thankfully the repetitive nature of the game won’t have me as sucked into it as I was with Mana Khemia 2.

I’ll let you all know what’s up with me when I know. Frankly not knowing sucks the most, but there’s nothing I can do. If any of you care, I’m still alive, and I’m not dying, at least I hope. I’m just not 100%. Dunno if I’ll ever be.

Anyway, have a good one folks.

Peace,
SomeRandomBastard
http://www.asstr.org/~srb/
http://somerandombastard.blogspot.com/

Kidney...

2009-09-16T10:29:00.002-04:00

If anyone was wondering, it was my kidney. That was, well is the problem, or so we think. Maybe we'll figure it out soon. I'll let you know.

Funny how a day can change things. yesterday I was hoping it was a bruised muscle. Now I'm hoping it's a bruised kidney.

Also, I hadn't noticed, the poll is done. Interesting results, I always figured people wanted html. Might switch over anyway, just because I like it. Then again I've considered adding my stuff to storiesonline to get some more readers. We'll see.

Anyway, I've got to get ready for work but I just wanted to drop a couple notes.

Peace,
SomeRandomBastard
http://www.asstr.org/~srb/
http://somerandombastard.blogspot.com/

Trying at least

2009-09-13T23:33:00.003-04:00

Hey folks, what’s going on? Thought I’d try to get back to at least a normal weekly schedule for updating.

Right now the news is no news basically. Due to family obligations I haven’t done anything writing-wise this weekend. Nothing major and nothing to worry about, but it just ate up my time. Add that to the fact that I have a doctor’s visit on Tuesday and I haven’t been too inspired to write really. I don’t know what’s up, my side just feels…strange. Not pain but, well, I don’t know, if I did then I guess I probably wouldn’t have to go see the doctor. Whenever I have anything on the side of my body with my liver I always get a little concerned.

I’m working on Terra next, and did get a little bit of work done last week, a scene or so. I’ve tried writing things a little differently, always going to try to change things up, make it interesting, use different styles and so on. right now I’ve got like, a cast of almost thirty major and minor and tertiary characters to keep in mind, and keeping that fresh in the reader’s mind is difficult without constantly reintroducing everyone. I just try to pepper things in. A mistake I made, and I’m sure that others have as well, is that when you write you often times assume that once you’ve said something, it’s etched in stone. For an example (just a random one, not actually from anything that’s happened) Terra’s a redhead on page 50, so I won’t need to bring that up ever again.

Besides that there’s very little going on. I’m still playing that RPG Mana Khemia 2, playing through many of the same assignments for a second time is rather dull, but as my characters are mostly invincible thanks to the armor that I had left over from Ulrika’s quest, it’s hardly challenging or interesting. The character side stories are really what’s interesting, though I have to say that Roze’s story unfolds much slower than Ulrika’s did. I’m about halfway through the story and I’ve barely started to go on his story. Considering his conversations on Ulrika’s quest, it sounded like more had unfolded already. I guess I’m just getting antsy, I kind of know what’s happening, but not entirely yet.

Anyway folks, right now I don’t have a lot to talk about. I’ll let you know if my liver is dying or something. I honestly wouldn’t be surprised with my luck. Have a good one people.

PS people if you want to help me earn a buck, sign up for this thing. You don’t have to actually use it. It’s one of those fill out surveys for money programs. For signing up you can earn me a buck. Like I said you don’t have to do it, but if you do then you get some money, and I get some money too. And hey, literally will take you under five minutes and get me a buck, and they start you off with 2.50 of your own money that you can use on whatever you want. I don’t ask for paypal donations or commissions, so if you enjoyed my stories give it a shot. Couldn’t hurt. Thanks either way.

Peace,
SomeRandomBastard
http://www.asstr.org/~srb/
http://somerandombastard.blogspot.com/

Can you stand the Heatwave?

2009-09-08T23:06:00.001-04:00

Hey everyone, how’s it going? Geez has it been almost a month?

Well the main news to report is that I’ve finished a new short story. This one is called Heatwave, and it’s about a futanari and a woman who are stuck in a heat wave, and the way that they find relief. I certainly don’t think that it’s my best story but I think that it’s a pretty good one. Reminder that the file may take up to 24 hours to update from the asstr servers. Free file hosting is free, and you get what you pay for.

Now I’m working on the new Terra chapter, which is kinda coming along in spurts. A bit here, and a bit there, but not a lot of stuff all at once.

Beyond that there isn’t a whole heck of a lot going on. I’ve changed the sound system in my room around so that now everything goes through my speakers, which sounds slightly better, especially football, which I’m really looking forward to checking out.

Besides that, I’ve gotten into playing some more Japanese RPGs. Specifically the Mana Khemia series. It’s basically a continuation, or a spiritual successor to the Altelier Iris series, of which I enjoyed the third one. I didn’t like the first two but it was harder to get into them. They made vast improvements to the fighting system and the alchemy system, which makes a big difference in a 40 hour RPG.

Anyway the Mana Khemia games are based around a school for alchemy, sort of like Hogwarts for alchemy. It’s a good series, and very interesting, though some of the humor falls a little flat. I beat the first game easily enough, though the grinding wasn’t as enjoyable as you might expect. Fetching or farming rare items is a bitch. But the storyline was good, even though I spoiled myself on the wikipedia page, accidentally.

The second one is different though, not just in the storyline but in the entire feel of the game. The first had a sort of mythical magical sense to it. The second one isn’t nearly as mythical, it’s much more down to earth and character driven, whereas the first was plot driven. In fact the idea of having two different main characters with two different plots draws away from the cohesiveness of the storyline. I finished the girl’s storyline, Ulrika, and it was ok. Nothing great, and to be honest, if it was its own RPG, it would kinda suck. No saving the world, no great change, just saving her Mana from “bad guys”, who were largely misunderstood. Now I’m playing through the other male character’s story, which seems to be a little more physical comedy based, as opposed to the sarcastic comedy of the other side. I’ve got an idea of what this one is about since it somewhat overlaps with the other storyline, but honestly I’m not sure if it’s going to be all that interesting. But the best thing is that all of the items and recipes carry over, which saves a lot of time, especially with the equipment.

Anyway that’s pretty much what I’ve been up to. I played 20 hours in 2 days…god I need some women…

Thanks for voting on the poll people.

Peace,

SomeRandomBastard

http://www.asstr.org/~srb/

http://somerandombastard.blogspot.com/

Sometimes the best things in life are (almost) free

2009-08-15T21:37:00.000-04:00

Hey guys, what’s up?

Nothing is going on for me really, but I felt like posting some something, so here goes.

You know it’s funny but sometimes the best things in life are (almost) free. See, as I’ve probably told you before, I’m not exactly living the kind of life where Cribs wants to film. I’m not bitching, we all have to fight for every penny, hell, that’s life ain't it?

So today I went and got some groceries. I’ve been doing my best to squeeze every buck and get the most from each and every purchase that I can. Well, today I decided, in my infinite boredom, to make cookies.

See I’m trying to get out of a hole, and with the unbearable heat of summer, my interest in writing is at about nil. So when I’ve got no money to do anything that costs money, and my one usual free leisure activity, writing, is more or less not something I’m not doing at the moment.

So the only other thing I’m marginally good at, besides writing and lovemaking (wink wink) is cooking. Though to be fair I cheated a bit as I just got a Betty Crocker cookie mix. However with coupons, and getting things on sale, I paid next to nothing for it. The BC mix was on sale, 2 for $2, and I had a dollar coupon off 2, with a double dollar coupon. Then all I needed to add was butter, which is on sale for $1 a pound, and eggs, which were buy one dozen, get two dozen free.

All in all I must have paid about $0.40 cents for two dozen cookies. Not the best thing for me as I’m trying to watch my weight. But it’s a tasty treat, and a reminder of the kind of stuff I’d eat in my childhood. And hey, it’s almost free too. Can’t beat that.

All I got really. Maybe I’ll keep up these stupid little nonsense posts. I got to the point where I just thought, what the hell, it’s my blog, I’ll just post whatever I want. Then again, maybe I won’t. Who knows. Later folks.

Peace,
SomeRandomBastard
http://www.asstr.org/~srb/
http://somerandombastard.blogspot.com/

Terra, Chapter 30, Now Things are Getting Interesting

2009-08-13T22:54:00.001-04:00

Hey folks, just a short update today, I finished the editing and thanks to the help by Theromen and Crudebuster I’ve posted the latest chapter of Terra at F3 and on my website. (Reminder, it takes up to 12 hours for my website to update the new files, but you get what you pay for with free hosting)

Chapter 30, Things are Getting Interesting, is a fun chapter to write, but things are getting more interesting. I spent a lot of time during the whole space trip trying to get the information and characterization of the people done earlier, and now I’m trying to get things into high gear, and it means a lot of characters, a lot of back and forth, and a lot more action than exposition. The truth is as I gear towards the end, it feels like I’ve either accomplished what I set out to do or I’m failing miserably, but there’s no middle ground. The next couple things will be big for the story as a whole, and for the characters involved. We’re much closer to the end than to the beginning folks, I’d say on the cusp of hitting the ¾ mark, give or take. Of course, it’s hard to do the math for all of it, but the important thing is that we’re getting there, towards what I hope is either a compelling, or satisfying, conclusion.

I’ve started writing in Club Vanilla, but I’ve hit a little wall right now, and it’s taken me some time to get beyond that, so I started focusing on Terra for a bit. Instead of banging my head against a wall, I’d rather get somewhere writing in Terra, or whatever story. The allure of finishing CV is there, but I don’t want to do it too quickly, I don’t want to do it too poorly. I had considered doing one chapter, but I’m still wondering if one big one makes more sense, or if two small ones posted at the same time would work better. I’m going to map the structure of the rest out and find out what should happen.

Don’t forget to vote on the poll people. And give the chapter a read.

Peace,
SomeRandomBastard
http://www.asstr.org/~srb/
http://somerandombastard.blogspot.com/

Obligatory Title

2009-08-10T21:57:00.000-04:00

Hey everyone, what’s up? Today kinda sucks, but that’s because it’s the last day of vacation. Oh well, I did what I planned to do, mostly nothing with a couple side orders of nothing. I wrote quite a bit, I got a lot of exercise in, actually walked close to 40 miles in about 11 days, which isn’t anything great but it’s what I was trying to do. The goal is to keep that up and eventually burn some of the fat off of my ass. Though sitting around at my computer most of the day didn’t help I still think I mostly broke even for the week.

Getting back to writing I’ve finished the chapter of Terra, and now it’s off at Theromen’s email bin waiting for him to give it a look through, and point out all of the very obvious and easy to see mistakes that I’ve somehow missed. He’s good with me like that.

Also I’ve gotten going on the next chapter of Club Vanilla, and well, I guess I’ll toss up the spoiler warning again.

*************************
*****START SPOILER*****
*************************

Basically I’ve come to the conclusion that as the story is written, there’s really no need for there to be two chapters of the story. Essentially the last idea should be done in one chapter instead of drawing it out into two. It just flows and works much better that way, at least I think so. Essentially that just means there’s one last chapter to be written and then the story of Club Vanilla will be at its end. At least the story of Julie at Club Vanilla, or the narrative of this novel.

*************************
******END SPOILER******
*************************

I plan on revisiting the world of Club Vanilla, though whether it will be another novel length story, a set of novellas, or perhaps just some short fiction as a stroke story during a boring lull in writing, has yet to be determined. Right now I don’t think it would be possible to come up with a good or great storyline to write in the universe, not a novel length story. I’ve got quite a few novellas in mind involving some of the characters, though some of it may be explained out in the main story of Terra eventually. Though amusing ideas about a practice dinner with a special loli or another about the relationship between Dan and Linwe will probably get me to write something eventually, sooner or later.

Whew it is hot and steamy today, and I’m not a big fan of it to say the least. I’ve been spoiled with great cool weather this summer. For me, I would rather have it in the 70s all summer, and no humidity. I got my wish throughout most of July too, except for the last week. Just another month or so and hopefully the worst will be behind us.

Just finished the first Penny Arcade game, on the Rain Slick Precipice of Darkness, and it was pretty amusing. The game was reminiscent of an adventure game but with RPG elements thrown in. the humor was there, the system was very repetitive but got old quick. Still it didn’t matter that much, I couldn’t have played it for more than 6 or 7 hours. I’m going to give the second episode a try soon. Amazingly, it actually ran on my computer, which is a rarity these days. But it’s my fault for having an 8 year old computer. I know, right?

Oh one last note. Funny thing happened right after my post about taking a break. Turns out one of the people on F3 that I thought had been rude I must have misinterpreted. My fault, I suppose. Then I felt like a jackass, which is what I had been, so about a day after I said I was taking a break, I posted again. Figures. WoF is still down, and I haven’t been to FP in almost a week. From what I’ve heard there isn’t that much going on there anyway. I guess we’ll really see starting when I get the chapter back if I’ll go back or not. I’m still thinking about taking an extended break from FP, but I’m sure I’ll post stuff there eventually. As I said, I’ll always have things posted on my website, sooner or later, whenever ASSTR’s update server transfers the files to the main host one. But you’ll know if you read my blog, because I announce the stories here as well.

PS new poll, what format do you prefer reading? I’ve always been a fan of text files but I’m thinking that maybe some people aren’t so much. So I’ve considered leaving various versions of the documents, but I don’t want to have six different options. I’ve thought maybe have a text and html option, and when I complete longer length stories like Club Vanilla, create an ebook pdf file once the whole thing is done. But I don’t know, maybe some people prefer word documents to read.

Anyway that’s all I got, more than usual. Hit me up on a comment if you want. Otherwise just vote and keep reading, and I’ll keep writing.

Peace,
SomeRandomBastard
http://www.asstr.org/~srb/
http://somerandombastard.blogspot.com/

Might be gone for a while if you need me

2009-08-03T23:29:00.002-04:00

Hey people, so here’s my thinking right now, and bear with me.

I might be taking a break from futanari forums for a while. Not quitting forever just taking a break. I’ll go into some detail on each one.

First off is world of futanari. It’s dead, and I don’t think it’s going to come back. The person who owned it was Axl Rose and he hadn’t done much of anything on the forum in some time. I don’t know if something else was going on in his life or if he simply didn’t care anymore or what. But he had been mostly incommunicado for a while. He didn’t pay the bill, and it seems unlikely that he will. It sucks, but whatever.

Second is F3. Honestly the site has been rather inactive for a very long time. It was a good little forum but the amount of people there is low, and nobody seems to care or reply. And then some guy leaves me some shitty little message in Terra, and I don’t know. Maybe it’s just me. I’m probably being a baby and pissing and moaning about it, but it didn’t seem like anyone gave half a damn anyway. Nobody had read or commented at F3 about the last chapter of Terra, or Club Vanilla, and only deathbyblue read Chrysanthemum. It doesn’t seem like much of a loss really. Nobody read and nobody cared. I might stick around and keep an eye there first. There's no real reason for me to stay away.

And last and finally is Futanari Palace. Well, that’s a bit of a thing. See, there’s a group at FP that only accepts people who have dark skin color. When I objected, and made what I thought was a well written and intelligent remark wound up being locked in almost no time by the owner of the forum, Shenendoah. He then proceeded to send me a very rude IM. He THEN continued to IM me the next day when we had a long and drawn out discussion about it. I don’t believe in sharing the private correspondence so I won’t say what we discussed specifically. Long story short, it soured how I felt about FP and whether or not I want to be there in general.

Honestly, am I being reactionary? Yes. Am I being whiny? Probably. Does anyone care? Maybe, a few of my fans. In the end I’m just a second rate futanari writer. If any of you read here I’m not saying I’m going to quit coming back to the forums forever. I’m not going to quit writing either. I’ll continue to write and post what I write on my website and update it here. I just have become too emo and whiny lately, so I’m going to take a break from forums and try to not be so full of myself and bitchy.

Anyway as for actual writing I’m working on the next chapter of Terra, hopefully I’ll get there sooner rather than later. I’m not too far away from the rough draft, then I’m going to have to do the usual first and second draft before sending it off to Theromen.

Thanks as always for reading folks. I’ve got vacation so I might update this here blog again this week if anything crops up. Otherwise just keep on keepin on.

Peace,
SomeRandomBastard
http://www.asstr.org/~srb/
http://somerandombastard.blogspot.com/

New Terra and Club Vanilla

2009-07-27T10:11:00.002-04:00

Hey everyone. Sorry its taken so long, once again.

Anyway, I do have some actual news type news.

The first thing is that I’ve posted two new chapters in the last week or so. There’s Terra chapter 29, Curing What Ails, and Club Vanilla chapter 10 Finding Mr. Right. Both of them are up on my website (see below) or at least will be by the end of the day.

Terra continues the action, driving us towards the eventual ending of this part of the story, being at the cathedral, while Club Vanilla itself is leading towards the eventual end of the story. But I won’t go into too many details, I don’t want to spoil it all for you.

Beyond that I’ve just been at work, doing my usual thing. Writing when it comes, goofing off when it doesn’t. I’ve got another chapter of Terra that’s being worked on, but right now it’s just taking some time. Honestly I have to map the next 4 chapters out because that’s the end of this mini arc, and leads us towards the final part of the story. We’re getting there people, please, continue to bear with me.

Things have been hot lately, and it kind of sucks quite a bit. I’ve been spoiled this summer, everything has been nice. Or nice enough for me. being from the north I’m accustomed to the cooler climates, so 90 degree days with humidity hurts. Plus I work in the heat at UPS, which I’m sure I’ve said before so I won’t continue to whine about it. Short story is I’m looking forward to the end of the week, and not just because of the weather.

I’ve got vacation next week, so getting through Friday is going to be painful. Not just dealing with work but that “OMFG I just wanna start my vacation” feeling. I’m sure you all know what I mean. But I’ll get through it.

With any luck I might write some stuff this week and next, and get the job done enough that I’ll have something worth reading. Or maybe I’ll just fuck around and play games until it’s the next day for work.

Anyway, the only other announcement is that I’ve updated my website with the last 4 chapters of my stories. Terra 29 and Club Vanilla 10, and Chrysanthemum 5 and What you Need 3, Casey at the Bat. Here are the links. PS the links usually don’t work as soon as I upload them (around 10AM Monday morning) so try again tonight if they’re not working.

Club Vanilla Chapter 10 Finding Mr. Right NEW futa/female, transformation, feminization, BDSM, oral

Terra Chapter 29, Curing What Ails NEW futa/solo, mast 7/27/2009

Chrysanthemum Chapter 5, This is Gonna Be Sweet NEW orgasm denial, masturbation, condoms, medical fetish, futanari, breast enhancement, penis enhancement, anal, and lactation. 7/27/2009

What You Need 3, Casey at the Bat NEW 7/27/2009

Peace,
SomeRandomBastard
http://www.asstr.org/~srb/
http://somerandombastard.blogspot.com/

Back from vacation

2009-07-12T23:35:00.000-04:00

Hey everyone, what’s going on?

First thing I should do is probably apologize for not posting last weekend, when I got back from my vacation. I didn’t have a whole bunch of stuff to say really, but still, I wanted to do this. I didn’t want people to think I was just MIA or anything.

The news is actually news right now. I’ve finished the draft of Terra that I had been working on for a while, and sent it off to Theromen. This one is kind of an odd chapter, it’s sort of a bridge for many different things going on. It’s going to have more meaning as things unfold, showing a few different aspects of characters and where the plot and interpersonal relationships are going to go.

The other “big” news is that I’ve picked up Club Vanilla again. Honestly I didn’t know that I had gone almost half a year without writing anything in it. I have a bad tendency where I don’t really finish stories. I start them, get going fine, and then when I get towards the end, I don’t write an ending. I think to be honest I just don’t like watching characters end. I don’t like seeing their stories go away, seeing them be over with and having them gone. But writing a story, finishing one, it’s better than leaving the characters in literary limbo.

!SPOILERS BELOW FOR CLUB VANILLA READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!

I look at the story of Club Vanilla as having roughly 3 more chapters to close Julie’s story out. after that, I don’t know for sure. I can’t say that I can come up with another story. CV is at it’s core a story about a woman struggling with her feelings of sexual inadequacy, and trying to find a love. She’s become sure of herself sexually, now she has to find that someone. And that’s what the last 3 chapters are about.

!SPOILERS AHEAD FOR CLUB VANILLA READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!

Beyond that I’ve been planning on getting the last of Chrysanthemum done, hopefully that’s just another 2 chapters there, and I’ll have my two most popular stories finished, and maybe I can move onto new and different things. I’ve still got a lot of stories beyond those two I’ve never finished, probably won’t ever, but it’s fun at least to finish these couple, and hopefully Terra.

Anyway that’s all I’ve got for now. Hopefully I’ll have some new stuff for you all soon.

Peace,
SomeRandomBastard
http://www.asstr.org/~srb/
http://somerandombastard.blogspot.com/

New story/vacation

2009-06-27T23:03:00.000-04:00

Hello folks. I’m sorry I haven’t been too active lately.

First things first, there’s a new story I wrote. It’s called Casey at the Bat, and it’s another one of those novellas set in the ‘What You Need’ series, with Joan’s baby and Jamie and Phillip, Pwomises. This one is focused on the titular character Casey and her attempts to play baseball. Granted it too is non erotic, but still, you may find it interesting. It’s at FP, I haven’t gotten a chance to update my website with it yet.

Other than that the big thing is that I’m going on vacation for a week. So I won’t be around much, if anyone needs me you can email me but other than that, just hold off for a bit. I’ll be back.

Sorry it’s short but I have to finish packing. Hope everyone has a nice and peaceful 4th.

Peace,
SomeRandomBastard
http://www.asstr.org/~srb/
http://somerandombastard.blogspot.com/

Cat's Eye 1-3

2009-06-11T11:45:00.001-04:00

Hello people. It’s been a while and I know I haven’t really updated my stuff in some time. So I’m here to change that.

The major thing I really have to say is that I’ve written a new story, 3 chapters so far in a story called ‘The View From the Cat’s Eye’. It’s kind of a strange story, told from a different point of view, well 2 now.

Chapter 1, Thinking About Me-ow
Chapter 2, A Catgirl Will Do
Chapter 3, The View From the Mistress's Eye

Other than that I’ve gone and finished that long story in the Terraverse, and plan on posting it sometime in the near future. I’m just waiting on a beta read.

I’ve got vacation starting 2 weeks from tomorrow, so at that point I’m not going to be around for a bit. No clue about my availability to write, I’ll be off visiting family and don’t want to be writing that kinda stuff there. Might wind up doing some sexless plot in terra, at best.

Thanks to everyone who voted. It’s appreciated.

If you’re a writer or a potential one, perhaps you’d be interested in my Coalition of Writers group at Futanari Palace. I’m trying to drum up some interest in actually posting stories and working on criticizing them constructively.

S’all I got.

Peace,
SomeRandomBastard
http://www.asstr.org/~srb/
http://somerandombastard.blogspot.com/

How I Solved My Nightmares

2009-05-18T23:32:00.001-04:00

Hey folks, I haven’t updated this place in a bit, not really.

First thing I want to do is clarify what I meant with the poll. I was asking if people were in any way interested or cared about the blog itself. I realize that I don’t have a lot to say here, it’s one of those things where it’s difficult to really come here and have much of anything to say. I kind of doubt that anyone really has that much interest in what I have to say, and most days I’d rather write 1000 words in a story, rather than writing it in a blog post, when I don’t have a lot to say.

Anyway, if you were wondering what’s been up with me. last Tuesday I started having a small toothache. As the day progressed, the tooth got worse and worse and worse until the point where I was nearly in tears. I saw a dentist and had emergency surgery to remove the root of one tooth which had come out on it’s own, and to extract a wisdom tooth. That was more pain, and more unpleasantness.

For much of last week I hadn’t written a lot. I was on Tylenol 3 with codene, prescribed by my dentist, which was good for the pain, but bad for my liver. My liver has been in a bad situation, which of course isn’t good.

I’m not personally in a good spot, to be honest. I’m bumming for money, I don’t have much good going on right now, and even my health is failing. I’m stuck in a shitty go nowhere job, working at UPS. Due to the situation, I can’t really go to school to learn anything, and with the economy there is no way I’m going to find a better job which pays more or even equal money, with the benefits that I get. Now would be the best time to go to school, but it’s just not going to happen. My teeth are terrible, but with only a part time job, I can’t really afford to get them fixed up. My liver more or less has to fix itself on it’s own. And my mp3 player, one of the few things that was going well, is messed up. Apparently, the joint circuit or something has to be resoldered, which I could try myself but I’m sure I’d just fuck up, so I’ll have to pay someone probably more money than it’s worth to do it for me. The only thing that’s been working decent is my diet, but I’ve messed that up in the last week.

Anyway, that’s what’s been happening with me lately.

I’ve written a new story. It’s a strange one and I don’t think it’s especially good, but I’ll let you be the judge. It’s at Futanari Palace, F3, and World of Futanari right now, and at my website soon. How I Solved My Nightmares is a different kind of story than I usually write, but it came to me and wouldn’t stop being written.

The other thing I’ve been working on is a novella, well probably closer to novel length non-erotic futanari story set in the ‘What You Need’ future Terraverse involving a high school futanari baseball team.

That’s about all I’ve got. I want to thank the people who read. Thanks to anonymous and netviper for kind words. Here’s a helpful hint for the future. Keep on replying and I’ll keep on posting those stories.

Peace,
SomeRandomBastard
http://www.asstr.org/~srb/
http://somerandombastard.blogspot.com/

New poll

2009-05-11T23:37:00.000-04:00

There's a new poll. You should answer it. Working on other stuff still.

Chapter 28 published

2009-05-03T22:41:00.001-04:00

Hey people. I’ve posted chapter 28 of Terra, Bars and Churches. This is the first chapter in a bit to actually have a sex scene, so that’s good. There’s a lot of exposition, and a couple of new secondary characters, and things are flowing well.

I’ve been writing another story over the last week, well eight days to be exact. 16000 words in 8 days is a lot, and it’s really coming together. The edit job on this is going to be monstrous, but that’s fine. I think it’s coming together well, and I’m probably around halfway if not more done it. It’s another non erotic futanari story from the ‘What You Need’ line of stories, or in the same adopted family as Jamie and Phillip and Joan’s Baby.

Been writing more just not on here. Trying to focus on what’s more important, and blogging that I haven’t done anything isn’t important enough in my eyes. At least not compared to actually writing something. I’m around the usual haunts if anyone wants to contact me. Yeah, didn’t think so. Anyway, take it easy.

Peace,
SomeRandomBastard
http://www.asstr.org/~srb/
http://somerandombastard.blogspot.com/

Chapter 11 of Saffron published

2009-04-19T21:25:00.001-04:00

Hey folks, I’m sorry I skipped the blogging and what not last week. I’m sure you’re all really broken up about that, right?

Anyway, last week I updated the newest chapter of Saffron, Chapter 11, Beats Most Friday Nights. I didn’t blog it, and you didn’t read it, so this week maybe we can both work on it.

That was probably the last chapter of Saffron for a while. Nobody liked it and because of which they didn’t read it. That was fine. I understand the natural way things go. I’m not upset about it. I never really loved the story. It wanted to be written, and I wrote it, at least the start of it. It probably won’t be ended, but I have way too much stuff that I prefer to finish.

Other than that I’ve just been working on Terra. I’m getting close to having a chapter done, but this one is probably going to be a longer one. I did most of the big scenes except for one, and lately I’ve just been tying them onto one another.

I’ve recently gotten my mp3 player, a dell dj 30 gig, working.

At least I have something good with it. I don’t have any of the accessories or anything, but after a lot of effort I got it to work and synch up.

That’s about it. I have considered just giving this blog up, mostly because I doubt that people read it, or that it serves any purpose. I don’t really plan on writing another writer’s corner anytime soon. It’s too much effort and too little reward. Don’t plan on copying my stories here either. This blog may wind up simply becoming ‘Wrote this, read it here. This is next’

Peace
SomeRandomBastard
http://www.asstr.org/~srb/
http://somerandombastard.blogspot.com/

Saffron/Chrysanthemum double pack

2009-04-05T22:47:00.003-04:00

Hello folks. I’ve got some news for you, read if you want. If you don’t, well, why would you even be here?

There is a new chapter of Chrysanthemum with a bit of a cliffhanger. Chapter 4, Fuck My Life, can be viewed here. Still teasing and denial so far but we’re almost done with all of that.

There is also a new chapter of Saffron, which picks up from the cliffhanger 2 weeks ago. Saffron and Lin Mai get down and dirty. Chapter 10, Lessons, can be read here.

Next up is another chapter of Terra, which is already underway. There’s a few really good scenes, and I’ve got to transition them, and work on a couple more. I’m kind of writing the interesting scenes and working on the ones to connect the interesting ones.

Other than that just been playing some new games, Okami, Wild Arms 4, the Warriors, and Ratchet and Clank 2 for now. Nothing seems to hold my interest for too long, but jumping back and forth manages to kill the time.

Hey Wolverine is online already? What the hell right? Thought it was an April Fool’s Day joke myself. Well I’ve got Wolverine and Star Trek within a week of each other, should be a good month soon. And sick days coming back too, looking forward to that.

That’s it for tonight.

*UPDATE*

For some reason blogger isn'tposting the links to my stories. So they are at the following urls.

http://www.asstr.org/~srb/chrysanthemum04.txt
http://www.asstr.org/~srb/saffron10.txt

Peace
SomeRandomBastard
http://www.asstr.org/~srb/
http://somerandombastard.blogspot.com/

The news is no news

2009-03-29T22:55:00.000-04:00

Hey folks, how’s it going? I don’t really have too much to say today. Because I had some other things going on this Saturday, I wasn’t able to write any Saffron this week. It’s okay though, there’s a bit going on right now and I’m not going to mess around until I’ve got it cemented in my head what to do next. There’s a good amount of sex coming up, but I’m not sure how I want to go about doing it. I’ll figure it out I suppose. I basically want to have a scene with Saffron and Lin Mai, and a threesome, but I’m not sure if I want to have it be one scene or not. Leaning towards two scenes, with Lin Mai helping show Saffron some new tricks.

Other than that, I’ve basically finished another chapter of Chrysanthemum now. It’s done really, but I’m going to hold off on it for a little bit and just give that a try. I’ll post it eventually, of course. Thinking about jumping into another chapter of Terra next. Just a week from tomorrow and its baseball, with hockey and basketball playoffs around the corner. Might wind up writing that story about Jamie and Rose’s sister.

Thank goodness that a couple of people continue to post at FP, WoF and F3 are both dead lately for posts. Sometimes it’s kind of like, why bother posting if you won’t get ANY response, you know? It’s like, I get what I get just for writing, the only reason to post is to get some kind of feedback. Who am I kidding, it’s to get some kind of acknowledgement for what I’ve done. Ah I’m just a broken record now, I’ll just shut up.

I’ve gotten into Okami lately, that’s a pretty fun game. I’ve spent about 20 hours in the last week or so playing it. I’ve got a stack of games starting to pile up now, but a lot of them are sports games. Maybe it’s just me but I don’t like playing a lot of sports games by myself. Then again I’m a big shit talker, and why would I talk shit to the computer?

Anyway, I’m rambling so I’ll just say peace. Another week, another update done.

Peace
SomeRandomBastard
http://www.asstr.org/~srb/
http://somerandombastard.blogspot.com/

Chapter 27, Red Blood on Crimson Sand, posted

2009-03-25T22:09:00.001-04:00

Hello folks, another short update tonight. I posted the new chapter of Terra, Chapter 27, Red Blood on Crimson Sand. It’s got more back and forth action but I think it does a good job of setting things up, and keeping the reader interested. I know another chapter without sex, but if you’ve been keeping up with it you will probably understand why it’s not really open right now.

Working on the new Chrysanthemum, about twelve hundred words done so far. I’m still not sure whether or not it’s going to be a long chapter or two shorter ones. Leaning towards shorter ones, but there will be a bit of a cliffhanger. I know that I’ve done a lot of cliffhangers lately, but I don’t know if I should really do another one in this or not. On the other hand, it seems like if I don’t do it then I’m going to wind up with a super long chapter that will be too clunky for this story.

That’s it for tonight.

Peace
SomeRandomBastard
http://www.asstr.org/~srb/
http://somerandombastard.blogspot.com/

Saffron chapters 8 and 9 published

2009-03-22T20:59:00.001-04:00

Hey folks, another Sunday, another blog post.

First things first, 2 new Saffron chapters for your perusal and enjoyment. Or ignoring, that too.

First is Chapter 8, Tight Lips and Deep Throats, where the little competition really begins. A nice oral debate, heh. Some good oral sex in this one.

Then there is Chapter 9, Changing the Rules, which brings about some of the emotions and feelings a little more to the forefront. No sex in this chapter.

That’s it for stories this week. Hopefully some new Terra soonish. I’ve got the draft almost done, just want to go over the ending a bit more. Then I’ll send it off to Theromen and get going on the next chapter of Chrysanthemum. People seem to be having a nice spring doing things that don’t include reading or responding to my stuff. Been thinking about a new policy, if I get zero replies, I stop posting it where I posted it. If nobody has any interest at all, well, what’s the point of posting it, you know? It’ll all be at my website anyway.

We’ll see how these stories go. At least I get a few pity replies out of guys like Theromen, Crudebuster, and Senshi. Then there are real fans like psychedelic squid, sakura, and hecate that are kind enough to say a few nice words. You might be surprised how that works out.

Funny how I said last week that Futanari Palace seemed up for good, it goes down again until yesterday. Some video card thing, I guess. Probably just someone not doing their work or something.

My foot has been bugging me for some time, and it kinda sucks. I don’t really know what I can do but just take some time off of it, but that’s difficult because of the fact that I can’t really just do nothing at work. I unload packages at UPS so I’m basically doing heavy lifting for four plus hours a day. It really sucks. It’s not like a stabbing pain but my right foot gets very sore, especially at the end of work. I think I made it worse doing laundry and walking yesterday, a lot of steps up and down to the basement 6 times.

Other than that, the one good thing that has happened recently is that I got a swapmagic. For those of you who don’t know what it is, basically it’s a boot disc for my PS2. I had to get a new top case for it to get it to work. Here’s a video showing how it works basically

If you didn’t know I would get this to play, you know, ahem, back up discs.

Peace
SomeRandomBastard
http://www.asstr.org/~srb/
http://somerandombastard.blogspot.com/

Saffron 7 published, The Watchmen review

2009-03-15T21:24:00.002-04:00

Hello everyone, here’s a normal Sunday blog post.

Biggest piece of news, for myself, is that I posted chapter 7 of Saffron, “Enter Lin Mai”. It’s a good intro to a character, and sets up a good little rival for now. She’s a surprisingly easy character to write, her dialogue seems to flow, but she doesn’t sound much like a nine year old. Shame, but that’s just how she came out. William doesn’t sound like a 10 year old nor Saffron an 8 year old. But I liked it. Next up is a draft of Terra.

Seems that FP should be back up for good…maybe. We shall see I suppose. I changed my avatar back to an old one, although I horizontally mirror flipped the image. Then I made a pretty nice signature pic from something that my buddy Theromen had worked on for a while as a potential banner, which was apparently rejected. So I took his long pic, edited it down a bit, cut out half of it, added in my name and Terra’s, and used it. Came out nice, I like it quite a bit. Also updated my signatures on FP and F3 to reflect the new stories, Saffron and Chrysanthemum.

Sucks but a place I used to love went down. Pal’s Archive of Erotic Cartoons, well, was great. That was back when I was younger and there were just so much to see, my 56k couldn’t download them fast enough. But more than that, it was the first forum I was really a part of. Where I really belonged. There were a lot of people there that I used to enjoy chatting with, Ilaekae, Skeeve, Otaku H, Princess Koriand’r, That Evil Bastard, Onafez, Victor2k, along with so many others. I racked up 4,000 posts there. It was one of the first places I posted my stories But it’s gone now. Kind of sad, but it had been dead for a while now.

Enough whinery now, not much new is going on. Here’s my review of the first big summer movie.

SPOILER WARNING FOR THE WATCHMEN SPOILER WARNING

I saw the Watchmen, it was better than I had anticipated. I had expected, I don’t know, something lousier. They did a good job of recreating most of the plot points. I’ll just go on with what I think.

Characters

They did a great job on Rorschach, really making his character come to life. He was the character he was in the comic books, and it really showed that they worked with him. Some of the story lacked his narration but it worked.

The Comedian came through fairly well, he was a little bigger in the comics but not by much. It worked well, they got his 3 major points done.

The Night Owl and Silk Spectre romance worked very well, it was believable. The sex scene seemed right on par, not classy enough but not smutty enough either, just right. They had chemistry, most importantly.

Ozymandias was kind of a miss, he’s so absent that it’s hard to consider him a good guy, and the flashbacks don’t focus enough on him to really matter. He’s seen as a villain too easily, even if you knew what was happening, in the comic books he didn’t seem as obvious.

I just didn’t like what they did with Doctor Manhattan. Firstly they kind of went overboard with his looks, making him into too jacked of a person. He was too muscle bound. I didn’t mind the nudity, it worked fine enough, but his body left something to be desired. Not only that, but there was a fundamental problem with me about how they went about him. He felt like a person to whom feelings and emotions were completely alien, which never seemed his character in the graphic novel. He was a human being who had lost touch with humanity, who was questioning whether or not he had any humanity left or not. He wasn’t someone who didn’t understand what emotions were. He seemed more like Data than Dr Manhattan.

And the minor characters worked well, Nixon, Silk Spectre 1, and the Squid, all good choices and executed well.

Setting

The setting was too gritty, in my opinion. The creators no doubt used their experience from making 300 and the popularity of The Dark Knight and cast the world into a darker vision, not figuratively but literally. Things looked very dark, which was something I never quite felt reading the novel. The darkness was there, in the characters, but not visually. It was dark and gritty when it didn’t need to be. Part of the thing that was so surreal about it was that the characters doing these kinds of things were superheroes. People who were dressed in costumes and fighting bad guys were attempted rapists, murderers, etc. That’s sort of what hit me so heavy, because the morality was so skewed, the people who looked like guys would do wrong. I’m not saying the decision is terrible, but it’s a visual change.

The plot

They got pretty much everything they wanted to. They did all the fan service visual imagery, all of the fan service lines, everything. They put everything that they could in it with the constraints of it not being a six hour movie in place. Even so, it was way too compressed. There were major timing troubles, as the watchmen took place over some time, not just a few days. The narration problems hurt it, it wasn’t crafted as well as in the original graphic novel, but it couldn’t have been. What can you do, ask the audience to wait until the next part comes out? It’s just too much to absorb in one sitting for most people.

The new ending worked, although I would have liked to see the original ending. And having Dr Manhattan be the villain makes little sense, as I seriously doubt that the combined might of the US and USSR could possibly have defeated him. But c’est la vie, it didn’t really matter.

The action

Very little real action scenes, and most of them are short. The movie is compressed, and so making the action scenes, which further the plot very little, as short and as few as possible seemed the goal. With the exception of scenes which did further the plot, such as The Comedian being killed, Dr Manhattan in Vietnam, or Rorschach fighting the police, this was the case.

My conclusion

As good as they could have done it without making it six hours long. It was a good movie, and it was more than I had expected. In the end it will probably fall short of expectations, but it would be almost impossible not to. I didn’t think it would be nearly as commercial a success as it is, but I think people were expecting a batman/x men type of film, and The Watchmen is certainly not.

If you enjoyed reading the graphic novel, see it. If you absolutely loved the graphic novel, don’t, because you can’t possibly enjoy it, it’s not going to live up to your expectations anyway. And if you haven’t read the graphic novel, it’s cheap now, if you don’t want to download it. Read it first, you’ll get much more out of the film, trust me.

And I did enjoy it. Give it a 9 of 10.

For laughs

Peace
SomeRandomBastard
http://www.asstr.org/~srb/
http://somerandombastard.blogspot.com/

Chrysanthemum chapter 3

2009-03-08T23:15:00.001-04:00

Hey folks, words, some of them might matter, most of them probably won’t.

I skipped Saffron this week. Here’s a good chance for any of you to catch up I guess. I don’t know.

I wrote a new chapter of Chrysanthemum, Miserable Hope, you can read it here. It’s pretty good, I think. But I’m always in the minority about that.

Working on a new Terra, at least that is the plan. We shall see what gets written and when.

Daylight saving’s time huh? Throws you off. I guess the Watchmen has come out, I’ll tell you if it’s any good. Looks like Futanari Palace is going to come back soon.

It’s short but it’s all I got this week. Just don’t leave a comment anymore guys, never mind about any of it.

Peace
SomeRandomBastard
http://www.asstr.org/~srb/
http://somerandombastard.blogspot.com/

The sucking continues.

2009-03-01T23:08:00.003-05:00

Hey folks, how is it going? I know that I’ve sucked lately about updating. I try to do it once a week but I’ve just been lazy. I don’t know what else to say, I’ve been writing, and some of it has been good, but the creative desire to write has kinda been gone. I don’t know what to say about it really. Take chapter 5 of Saffron, I think that’s a well crafted scene. It’s heartwarming and emotional, and is a sort of coming of age moment for the lead character. But it wasn’t something that came out so passionately. It just seemed mechanical almost, at least until I began revising it.

I don’t know what to say about it, I think I might just need a few days off. We’ll see.

The funny thing about writing is that you don’t really want to stop writing. At some point in time you just identify yourself with it. You just feel like you should be writing everyday. Maybe I’ve gotten myself in a bit of a rut, I don’t know. Honestly I’ve been changing things up a bit recently, going from just Terra and Club Vanilla to the What you Need stories (Jamie and Phillip and Joan’s Baby), to a few one shots like the Bang series, and even a round robin story with Theromen and basil for a while.

To some degree, starting a new story has so much promise and possibility to what you can do with it. I think that’s why the audience is so responsive to first chapters, or one shot stories. What’s there is there, and there are so many avenues of exploration. But as you go on, your close them, piece by piece, until there are so few that your path seems almost on a track. But then you don’t want to deviate from that track, because it’s your path, it’s where the story is going. So you just keep it up.

Enough emo shit aside.

I’ve written new chapters of Saffron. Here’s a recap of all of the chapters. 3-6 are new.

Saffron Chapter 1, futa/male, oral
Saffron Chapter 2, Sleeping with Saffron no sex, romance
Saffron Chapter 3, May I Have This Dance no sex, romance
Saffron Chapter 4, A Civilized Society no sex, romance
Saffron Chapter 5, Like Everything Was Normal, no sex, romance
Saffron Chapter 6, Back to Normal futa/male, oral, romance

Beyond writing, some news bits. Futanari Palace is down, their HD crashed, so we’ll have to see what’s going to happens with it. World of Futanari is up and about right now, it’s the most popular board that’s up, more so now than F3.

Another storm coming tomorrow, yay. Am I the only one looking forward to spring? Work is still pretty gay. I’m looking for a car right now, hopefully I’ll get that soon. S’all I got for now.

Peace
SomeRandomBastard
http://www.asstr.org/~srb/
http://somerandombastard.blogspot.com/

Chrysanthemum chapter 2 published

2009-02-21T15:26:00.001-05:00

Hey people, I meant to blog this last night but I’m lazy. What are you gonna do about it?

Anyway, there’s a new chapter of Chrysanthemum. Chapter 2, Unsatisfactory is up at the usual places, my website, FP, F3, and now, WoF. This furthers the whole theme of orgasm denial, and desperation in the story, as well as the other elements of it such as lactation. I actually think it came out better than I thought it would, ultimately. It’s a hard story structure to keep up really. It’s powerful, but you have to keep drumming the desperation, without overdoing it. If you overdo it you weaken the story as a whole, because the reader skips over it.

Oh and I enjoyed writing the breast and penis enlargement portions of the story as well. As well as the milking scenes, but those are always fun.

In other news, the new chapter of Terra, David's Day, is still sitting around, if you want to read it. Might like it, who knows?

Gotten a good chunk of Saffron done, debating what the length of the chapter will be. I’ve got 5 scenes I want to do basically, and I’m debating on the length to make each chapter, or how many scenes per chapter. I’m thinking of making 5 short chapters, and posting two today. I started to write something erotic in it, but it just wasn’t happening, so I stopped.

Anyway, probably an update tomorrow with a new Saffron. Might be it for a while, I don’t have anything new to post in it just yet.

Peace
SomeRandomBastard
http://www.asstr.org/~srb/
http://somerandombastard.blogspot.com/

Terra 26, David's Day released.

2009-02-18T21:14:00.003-05:00

Hey folks, trying to stay up on top of everything. Thanks to a generous hand by a mister Theromen, we have a new chapter of Terra to enjoy.

This chapter focuses more on David, as he deals with everything that he has had problems with, and as he tries to figure out just what his relationship with Terra is, and sort through the emotions to get there. It serves as a good reintroduction to the main conflict, as well as the idea behind the nanobots. Oh, and they get to Mars, which is nice.

In other news, I have another chapter of Chrysanthemum almost completed. The first draft is done, but I want to get another couple of drafts done first. Shooting for Friday night, so that I can get to Saffron in the morning and after that find something new to work on.

I'm ready for spring btw. S'all for tonight. Thanks to Senshi for reading and commenting, I did add your blog link if you hadn't noticed the 2 hits.

Peace
SomeRandomBastard
http://www.asstr.org/~srb/
http://somerandombastard.blogspot.com/

(late) Valentines Day means new futa stories

2009-02-15T22:28:00.002-05:00

Hello people. Long time and no write. Well I write, but I haven’t posted it here lately.

Let’s just get started with the new story, which is why you’re all here. First up, Chrysanthemum. It’s another story in the Terraverse. This one is about a decade after the events of Terra. It’s a complete side story, and one need not read it beforehand to understand what is going on, other than the fact that there are now nanobots that make some people futanari in the year 2522. It contains bondage, orgasm denial, masturbation, condoms, medical fetish, futanari, breast enhancement, penis enhancement, anal, and lactation. Only one chapter for now.

Next up we have two short chapters of Saffron. Neither includes sex, yet. It’s coming, but I’m going with the short chapters. There will be sex in the next one chapter, or possible next two. These are probably too cute. Apologies for that. Chapter 2 and Chapter 3. Chapter 1 is here if you missed it.

Okay, now that we have that done with, here’s just some news and notes. I had about as lousy a week as I could. First I just had some work issues. Then I had to waste a day for jury duty. I didn’t have to actually serve, but it was still a pain in the ass to get up early and go down there, and have to wait like 2 weeks to get reimbursed for the day of work. Then I had personal issues, and long story short, my entire weekend has been all kinds of messed up. It’s like I didn’t have much of a time off, so I didn’t wind up getting anything done. Well I guess I did get quite a bit done, but at the last minute, and while pretty tired.

As for what’s next, well I’m just sort of feeling it out. I’ve got a draft of Terra out, still waiting to hear back on that. I’ve gotten some work done in the new Chrysanthemum chapter. We’ll see how well that manages to go. Saffron seems to be my Saturday morning fix, and I’ve got some of the next chapter done already. I’m trying to keep it short, well lolicon/shotacon story being short, get it? We’ll see how far Chris goes, for now. If it dies out, it dies out, no big whoop. I like it but I don’t love it. I keep trying to get myself geared up to write another chapter of Club Vanilla, but it’s always hard to end a story for me. But we’ll see, summer is coming up and I have another idea for a novella involving the Brown family.

Peace
SomeRandomBastard
http://www.asstr.org/~srb/
http://somerandombastard.blogspot.com/

The reasons surrounding the removal of my story, Saffron

2009-02-04T10:16:00.002-05:00

Because there are some people who perhaps don’t understand the reasoning behind the removal of my story Saffron, I’ve decided that this one time I’ll explain it out, and hopefully I won’t have to do this continually. If you have no interest as to the fact that I removed Saffron or the reasons behind it, this post will hold little interest to you.

The first thing that I want to say is that I don’t want people to think that I’m being a big crybaby. Please don’t interpret my actions as being overly emotional.

When I write, I write for myself. When I post a story, I do so for some kind of feedback, positive or negative. Roughly 350 or so people at FP and F3 read my story, or at least opened it. I’ll assume that if they opened the thread, they at least read some of it. And they didn’t like it, they didn’t care about it enough to bother putting down word one. They didn’t stop to say ‘Oh hey, this wasn’t very good, I didn’t like this.’ Or ‘I don’t like the world that you created, but it’s interesting.’ Or even ‘Hey I liked this.’ I post to receive comments. If I don’t get comments, I’ll continue to write, and continue to post it on my website. I’m wasting my time, and your time, by putting a story up that you’re not interested in.

But I post at FP and F3 for an audience, and if the audience does not enjoy me, then I’m not going to exhaust my effort for no gain. That doesn’t mean I’m going to stop writing, it means I’ll stop posting it at those venues.

Now I know that it’s selfish, and probably, I don’t know, all emo. I’m sure everyone thinks I would just be BAWWWWing if I were to actually announce it really. I know that there’s a small amount of people on FP that actually bother to read my blog, and that’s fine, I don’t read anyone else’s blog. So instead of just posting a ‘Oh my god guise, y don’t u liek me???’ post and essentially begging for some kind of response, I opted to try to just take it down without much ado. I made my blog post for the silent few that had read the story, and wanted to reread it, or wondered what happened to it, but would still opt not to ask me. I had wanted to avoid this kind of a post entirely, but I had been asked by a couple of people and thought a more general comment would be for the best.

The story can, and will always be, viewable at my website, where all of my stories are. And I don’t have intentions to post it at FP or F3 again. They can follow the link to my website and never comment on it there just as well as they can follow the link to FP and not comment. 350+(and rising) people can’t be wrong.

I’m not angry, not in the least bit. I’m apathetic. I write, and will continue to write. Just don’t wonder where I went if you don’t see my stories on your favorite forum. They’ll always be announced here and posted on my website.

I understand completely that Saffron wasn't an especially good work. It was at best a mediocre thing. I started writing it in the morning because it was just a story that I had in my head. When I finished it I imagined that it wouldn't wind up being especially well recieved. The tone of the story is hard to enjoy, and the world that they live in isn't a nice one. I experimented creating a world I did not like, but characters I did. They were importantly indicative of their society, and not rebels or people trying to undermine the authority. I realize that the lolicon/shotacon and tone weren't popular themes.

In the end I just removed a mediocre story that recieved no fanfare. The audience agreed with me, it was mediocre. If I can't get a reply in 350+ reads, then it's not especially good. If I can't get one of my regular readers to give me a pity comment, then it's not even worth reading. Most of the people who read my stuff give me far too much credit for far too little overall good. I'm not going to be a pain about it.

I thank my readers, and especially those who choose to comment to me about my stories. Saffron is up at my website if you ever want to read it. It is not up at Futanari Palace or F3. That is all, please return to your regular futanari programming.

Peace
SomeRandomBastard
http://www.asstr.org/~srb/
http://somerandombastard.blogspot.com/

Nobody's Mad About Saffron

2009-02-02T23:36:00.002-05:00

Nobody's Mad About Saffron, so I've decided to take it down. I've just sort of, ah, nevermind. No more emo shit.

Major Website Update

2009-02-01T14:41:00.003-05:00

Hey folks, just a quick post to announce a major update on my website. If you haven’t been there, well it’s more or less a text repository for all of my stuff. Feel free to use all of the text files there if you want to catch up, if you want to have a text copy without having to register for forums, or if you simply want to enjoy the stories on your computer for your own offline enjoyment.

Apologies for having taken up so much time in posting it, but I am a lazy person. I did this probably instead of a writer’s corner, because I felt that this was a better choice. Also the fact that my newest story seems to have been a bit of a bust, well, kind of got into my head that maybe I’m not exactly the best person to be directing others how to write. Anyway, if you want to look, here they are.

If you encounter any problems with any text files, try saving them to your computer first and then opening them, rather than in the browser. Some browsers lose the paragraph formatting.

Terra, Chapter 24, Failed Attempts
Terra, Chapter 25, Terra’s Tears
Club Vanilla Chapter 9, The Contest Part 4, Final Round
What You Need, Joan’s Baby
Saffron
Bang in the Yule Log
Bang in the Proposal

Peace
SomeRandomBastard
http://www.asstr.org/~srb/
http://somerandombastard.blogspot.com/

News update

2009-01-31T22:54:00.003-05:00

Hey folks, some news and tidbits.

Wrote a new story, “Saffron,” just an original story. Kind of came out of nowhere really. Just woke up with a story and wrote it. Kind of don’t want it to become a whole long story, but we will see what happens with it. Just a diversion for a day is all. Still a read would be nice. It has loli futa/shota in it. baleetedor baleeted

Still working on the new Terra, it’s getting there. I have about 2 scenes to write for the rough draft, and then I’m going to do the whole edit thing, which is really my way of padding scenes more than cutting anything. I barely ever cut anything. Just my way I guess.

In personal news, I’m still feeling crappy. Been coughing up everything it seems, and it’s not pretty. I’m fine when I’m not coughing, but when I do it feels like I’m coughing up broken glass or something. I don’t know. Every says ‘Well if you’re coughing it up then it’s good’ but it’s like, yeah, if I’m coughing it up it’s better than keeping it in. The problem is that I’m still coughing it up after more than a week. Oh well, boo hoo right? Gotta just suck it up.

Oh and World of Futanari has been raised from the dead, for now at least. I’m gonna wait until the database is good to do anything, but it’s nice to see the place up and about.

Maybe a new WC soon. Superbowl tommorow. S’all I got.

Peace
SomeRandomBastard
http://www.asstr.org/~srb/
http://somerandombastard.blogspot.com/

Terra 25 published

2009-01-22T23:07:00.002-05:00

Well the basic news is that the new chapter of Terra, Chapter 25, Terra’s Tears, has been published. You can see it here. It’s a different one. Theromen calls it more episodic, but I don’t know. I had tried to do something a little different with it, by changing, or shifting, perspectives more often in the story. It was necessary for this chapter, but it was different than what I had been doing really, so I don’t know how well it would up working. Feel free to let me know.

Beyond that I’m already hard at work on the next chapter of Terra. I resolved myself to not write a chapter of something else until I had gotten them to Mars. And I will finish that part of the story. It’s taken quite some time getting from there to here, as someone put it to me in chat, it took almost as much as a real trip to Mars would have. Well depending where Mars was relative to Earth.

I think that the upcoming chapters will come a bit easier for me, really. I had planned out so much of the stuff that happened out on the ship to death, almost. I mean I have the whole outline of the story planned out, but I don’t think about it as in depth as what I’m doing next. I guess maybe a better way of saying it is that I’ve had a lot of time to think about it. I was working on so many different stories for so long, the Club Vanilla chapters, the whole theater arc was something, the What You Need stories, the Bang stories, and Thirteenth Hour, so much time for me to think. And the more that I thought about things, the more that it became stuff that I had worked on already, that my mind had felt good about it being done. So I wasn’t as interested in writing them.

But now I’m moving onto more interesting stuff, more original stuff. Things that I haven’t thought all the way about, to death. It’s pretty important really. The more that you like to write, the more that you’ll want to. That was also a major role, because there was so much about Terra that was hard for me to write. Things like Terra being yelled at, Terra being hurt, it wasn’t all that easy for me to work on all the time. The trip was meant to be unpleasant, and it was, to some degree. But as the old axiom goes, it’s always darkest before the light. So now we’re moving onto the light, and hopefully things will become easier to read, and enjoy. It’s becoming easier to write, that’s for sure. And things will look better, although there will be plenty of bleak points.

Okay, now that I got my lengthy rant done with, we can move onto what’s next. Besides the Terra chapter that I finished, I haven’t been doing a heck of a lot. Still lazy about the website. I haven’t worked on any of the editing projects that I had been, mostly because nobody is getting anything to me to beta. So I can’t do anything until I have something to work on.

Let’s see, there isn’t much else to be honest. I’m sick of cold weather, tomorrow is going to be 32 degrees and that seems warm. Work has gotten easier, by far, but the less hours is going to hurt. I just hope that I get my w2 so I can do my taxes early again this year. A month almost without caffeine or soda, well sprite doesn’t count really. Loving my new book, MABTW.

S’all I got today.

Peace
SomeRandomBastard
http://www.asstr.org/~srb/
http://somerandombastard.blogspot.com/

Bang in the who gives a shit really?

2009-01-14T22:52:00.002-05:00

Hello people. I know that I haven’t updated in far too long and I have nothing else to say about it other than it’s been purely my own laziness. I haven’t had much of an issue at work, it’s died down a lot. So yes it’s just been laziness.

Beyond the laziness, happy new year. Did a chapter of Terra, Failed Attempts.(Scroll down) It came out pretty well, we shift back to everyone on Mars, and I try to flesh out some of the characters a little bit.

There’s also another bang story, Bang in the Proposal. It’s become an end of sorts, well at least a conclusion to the last story, Bang in the Yulelog. It wrapped up the hanging ends, but still left plenty of room open for some something new if it strikes me.

I’ve been working on a round robin story with Theromen and Basil_Jelly, we’re having a bit of fun on it. Snow day is here if you want to read it, or join it.

Working on another chapter of Terra next, I’m trying to get the story into gear. I don’t want to just be writing a chapter every 2 or 3 months again. My goal is to get things closer to finishing soon, but it’s still some ways away. But if I can get things going and get past this little block that I’ve been dealing with, it’d be nice. It’s not that I’ve just gotten writer’s block, far from it. but the big problem is that I’ve been thinking about so much of this stuff for so long that now my noggin just kind of thinks about it as old news. So once I get past this, it will all be different stuff. Sure there’s a lot planned, but it’s different than having thought it all out. I can tell you that they get to Mars, but thinking about how that happens specifically is different. So sure there are various things that I will set up in these chapters that will come into play, including Kyle’s roommate, and Josiah’s courtesan. They will play important roles in the story, but so will people like Brody and Green. Things are getting heavy, and I want to get to the heaviness soon. So in doing that, the next chapter of Terra is close to a very rough draft, but it’s going to need a lot of beefing up. Still just getting through the scenes are important, even knowing that I’m going to have to return to it. So I basically have 2 scenes, well maybe just one real long one to do and then I go back and fill it up.

Ok, long paragraph. Beyond that I’ve been beta reading again, a little something for wolfdragongod, which has some promise. The other thing is something that a new writer is working on, Jay Bird, at F3. I’ll keep both on the down low, but if they post it, I’ll blog it. Probably like a month after but nevertheless.

Still haven’t updated my website, still mulling over just doing the blog thing. It’s not that much effort, again, pure laziness.

Personally things are more or less the same. Liver is acting up again, hopefully it won’t be too big of an issue. I’m a survivor. Work is, as I said, dying down a bit, which is nice, but the lack of money isn’t. Just waiting on the W2 form right now. Hoping to get a car with it. Should be some decent deals now, with the bad economy.

I plan on writing Terra until another story idea comes to mind. I have a few different story thoughts, but they’re really not much more than characters. Still got an idea for another What You Need story but its baseball related. Maybe during spring training, when the game starts for real.

Well I hope I made up for the long absence with a decent explanatory post. A comment, reply, email, something, wouldn’t hurt.

Peace
SomeRandomBastard
http://www.asstr.org/~srb/
http://somerandombastard.blogspot.com/

Merry Christmastime/New Years

2008-12-29T15:36:00.002-05:00

Hey people, I know it’s been a while. So just bear with me and I’ll try to catch all up.

The first news is that I’ve posted a new story, another of my one day challenges, ‘Bang in the Yulelog’. Another futa/f/m threesome, without any futa/male penetration. This beats my story, lengthwise, by about 2,000 words. I put a lot of effort into it, I don’t know if it’s all that good. Here’s the breakdown by hour. While I say breaks, I still include that in the amount of time. Word totals are cumulative, so 1144 is hour one, and 2823 is hour one and two combined, etc.

1:15 PM start time
1 hour 1144 words
2 hours 2823 words
break between 2/3
3 hours 3769 words
4 hours 5141 words
5 hours 6734 words
Dinner break halfway through
6 hours 7798 words
35 minute Phone call
7 hours 8648 words
8 hours 9750 words
8 hours 12 minutes (first draft)10130 words
9 hours, 45 minutes, final draft, 10,552 words
11:00 PM end time

Beyond that I just send out a beta to go out for the newest chapter of Terra. Back on Mars, doing stuff and things, I won’t spoil it. Next chapter Terra will get close to Mars, and the one after that she’ll land on the planet. It won’t be easy, but it never is, is it? Keep your eyes open for that.

Moving on, I have continued to be lazy regarding updating my website. So there aren’t any new updates there, even though I still haven’t posted the latest Club Vanilla, Rose’s Baby, and the newest story I’ve done. Be patient, please, for any of those who might give half a care.

After that, a belated Happy holidays to everyone, and an early new year.

Christmas time is different for me. Last Christmas Eve, I quit drinking alcohol. I didn’t know if I’d ever be able to do it, to be honest, an entire year without a drop of booze is quite a bit for me. I didn’t know how likely it would be that I’d actually do it. But I did it, without any help or anything, really. It’s just different, experiencing the holidays like that. Everyone wants to go out and drink and get blitzed, and you play the role of Buzz McKillington.

So I started writing. A lot. Yes I did write while I was drinking, but not nearly as much, or as well. For all of you who have kept track, my stories and chapters have gotten longer, and probably just more long winded. In the 13 months I wrote 24 chapters of Terra(one still in beta), 9 chapters of Club Vanilla, 3 one day stories, two standalone stories, and the start of a round robin one. These total close to 400,000 words in total, which is a ridiculous amount of words to write. Call it north of 1,000 words a day, which is a lot. I know I’m just tooting my own horn here, but I guess my point is that I’m a writer.

But that’s kind of the problem as of late, I don’t feel it the same way that I used to. Maybe it’s just me, but I think it’s that I don’t feel like I’m getting the same amount of recognition, really. But then again I think that I’m building myself up for disappointment sometimes, in the end. I treat it like it’s my job, and that I have to write, and that sucks some of the fun out of it. But I don’t really have a lot of hobbies, and now that I don’t drink anymore, I don’t have nearly as much friends, or maybe I should say I don’t have nearly as much time deluding myself into thinking that I’m happy, when I’m just wasted. So instead of playing the same games over and over again, I just wind up writing, because I get a little bit of fresh and new enjoyment out of it.

So what does this mean? Probably nothing, not really. I’m just jarring my mouth about not getting comments, boo-fucking-hoo pansy, right? I don’t think I’ll stop writing, or stop posting, like I’ve considered in the past. But I have been thinking up some other ideas that I might never really post, or release, because they’re well, not erotic. Some day I might actually get something published, I know, big laugh, right? But it could happen, and if it did, well, I would probably stop writing these stories. Even if I could just get a little bit done, hell I’d be happy to be publishing independent books that sell in the low hundreds if it meant I was a real author. I’m working on writing enough so that it’s gotten to the point where I’m good, and I’ve even considered taking courses to help that.

Anyway, boo-hooing aside, some other notes for consideration. Red sox suck for not spending to get Texeira, but they’re still in a better position to win the division than the Yankees, but less so than the Rays. Celtics lost to the Lakers, but don’t tell the Lakers that they didn’t win the basketball championship. My team is out of the playoffs. I’ve started watching hockey for the first time in a long while. Don’t watch Twilight. Being sick is funny, how everyone thinks it’s just an excuse for you to skip work. There’s a social group at FP of mine that you should join. Been considering about dumping the website in favor of a full blog with story archives.

S’all I got. Eyes out for a new Terra.

Peace
SomeRandomBastard
http://www.asstr.org/~srb/
http://somerandombastard.blogspot.com/

Club Vanilla Chapter 9

2008-12-14T22:11:00.000-05:00

Hey everyone, what’s the happenings?

Well I finally got around to posting the new chapter of Club Vanilla, chapter 9, final round. I didn’t get a chance for it to get a real beta, so it might not be as well cleaned as usual. No matter, it’s pretty good I think either way. It’s up at F3 and FP for now, I need to update my website eventually, with the last story and this new chapter, but I’ve been lazy.

Beyond that I’ve been working on the new chapter of Terra, it’s getting there. It’s still going to be a bit, but I’m getting close to the end of the chapter. Two more scenes to post, one more to finish, then the rough draft is done. It’ll get done eventually.

This is the ‘tough’ week at work. Due to the recession, the heavy season at UPS hasn’t been too bad, but this is supposedly going to be the real deal. Where possible I’m likely to work double shifts, so as to put myself in a good situation for the future. Even if I only do it one or two days then it’ll be a big difference. I don’t look forward to it, but after this week it should be over with, there’s only so much that can be done the day or two before Christmas.

Still waiting on the new modem/router, so we will see. Everything else works just fine for now.

That’s all I got. Might do some kind of Writer’s Corner sometime. Join my social group at FP if you’re interested. Hearing a kind word or two if you enjoy the latest might be nice.

Peace
SomeRandomBastard
http://www.asstr.org/~srb/
http://somerandombastard.blogspot.com/

Notes, thoughts, updates

2008-12-09T09:34:00.002-05:00

Hey people, here's just a few things that have been going on as of late.

One of the three people who read this blog asked me to read his story, so I've been reading Senshi's In Cold Water(hosted at FP, free membership required). It's good, although I'm overanalyzing it more than a bit.

As I slowly take in that story, I've already taken care of the next chapter of Club Vanilla. It's finally the end of the theater arc, which is the second of 3 arcs to the whole of the story. The first was more or less expository, Julie getting used to the club and her own sexuality. The second is where Julie masters her own sexuality. The next 3 chapters will ultimately end the story. If you don't know already what it's going to be about, then reread the first part of the first chapter. It won't be too hard to figure out.

Now that that story is in beta mode, I've gone full steam into the next chapter of Terra. It's kinda funny, I had thought that for the longest time I would have problems with all the work. But I think doing boring manual labor for hours and hours on end have spurned my creative lobe, while being tired has given me little to do besides sit at a computer and work. Accordingly I've already got over 3000 words written down, just yesterday. This chapter won't be as long as some of the more recent ones, at least I don't plan on it, not yet.

Beyond that just dealing with Christmas rush. It's been bad, but not as horrible as it could have been. After this week there's just next week, and this upcoming Sunday is the last one I have to work. So there's some light at the end of this tunnel. Just have to get there. I was wrong about ISPs, I switch them whenever they send me the modem, the sattelite was Sunday. Tomorrow they change the phone line and then I get the internet when they send me the modem to connect up to it all. Yay, I get new internet and get to connect it too. That's what I'm paying for.

That's all I got for now. Thanks for reading.

Peace
SomeRandomBastard
http://www.asstr.org/~srb/
http://somerandombastard.blogspot.com/

Slightly important thing

2008-12-03T23:30:00.003-05:00

Hey folks, I'm switching ISPs Saturday. Shouldn't have much downtime personally, but we shall see. Downgrading but trying to save a buck or two. It won't really affect writing/posting in any case.

Beyond that I've gotten the rough draft for Club Vanilla donish, slightly around 80%. I'm working on editing it, and I'm getting there. Probably only 15% done editing, but honestly, this week is kicking my ass. Seven plus hours of manual labor plus an hour to get there, and getting back is a pain too. This kinda hurts my leisure time, and I can only write when I want to write, y'know? Can't draw blood from a stone.

Also, if you're on Futanari Palace, feel free to join my social group, "Coalition of Writers" which you can read about here.

And I'm close to having posted the rest of my newest story. The last chapter will go up tommorow night.

S'all I got. Don't ship UPS. Well ship it but...don't...but do...yeah...I'm out

Peace
SomeRandomBastard
http://www.asstr.org/~srb/
http://somerandombastard.blogspot.com/

Writer's Corner, Characters, How to Create a Character, and Characterization

2008-11-25T22:28:00.002-05:00

Characters, How to Create Characters, and Characterization

Hey folks, back for perhaps the last writer’s corner of the year. This one will be about characters, how to create a character, and characterization; or how to best describe characters in a story.

Characters

The first and most important rule of a character is to avoid the most obvious of clichés. While I realize that there aren’t a whole heck of a lot of unique characters left to write, it’s best to not focus on essentially recreating a character. Something like the badass martial arts expert, the sexy female ninja, African-American inner city young gangster, shy studious bookworm schoolgirl, or effeminate homosexual male are all examples not just from literature, but from real life(some at least), of cliché characters. While I won’t try to pretend they don’t exist in literature, television, and movies, copying them is generally a poor idea.

Why is it a poor idea, you might ask? Well there are a number of reasons. First off, the chance that you’re interested in creating a character from one of these, or other, stocks, is that you’ve seen it elsewhere. So you think, ‘Hey, what if I take Naruto and put him in the 21st century?’ or something else. But since Naruto might not fit exactly in the 21st century you copy much of the established character’s style and nuances, and change some details such as clothes, gender, height, hair color, etc, and essentially do the same idea.

This means you have in essence copied a character. This copying of a character is something that will hurt your story on a number of levels. If someone isn’t familiar with the base story, and is reading your story, they won’t understand the motivation of the character. I’ll go more into that later. But if it’s something Naruto would do because he’s Naruto, then it’s explained in his back-story, and you might not do enough of an adequate job in relaying an equal or satisfactory back-story, because you may feel that it’s already there.

Aside from that, creating a stock character gets rather boring. It’s something that the audience has seen and done. A ‘ZOMG I’m the toughest guy ever!’ character is lousy. Superman isn’t interesting because of his powers. He is in essence undefeatable except by a choice few, and finding a villain for him is usually uninteresting and pointless. Batman is interesting because he doesn’t have powers. He’s just a normal man without special skills. Yeah he has tools and a nice car, but he’s still bones and skin. It makes him human and understandable. Batman wouldn’t be nearly as interesting of a character if he had flight, super strength, and invulnerability. It would fix all of his problems in moments and leave little left for interest, or doubt.

There are of course two exceptions to this idea. The first is if you are gifted, and willing to make the character truly unique. Sure some kids study just because it’s what they want to do, but maybe there’s a back-story to it? Perhaps the character has come from a working class family, and loathes his father and wants to grow up and become the best that he can be with his mind, instead of his muscle. Go into their story in depth, and don’t allow for small and easily understandable things. This is very hard to accomplish, and usually best done as an anti-stereotype.

The second is if you’re creating a character to explore that character, either to insult them or to explain your own feelings on them. The character of the stage director in Club Vanilla is one example of my disgust for homosexual males that that go out of their way to act as flaming as possible. I have no problems with homosexuals or homosexuality, but those that act as flaming as possible annoy me to no end, not because of their life choice, but because of their choice to become a stereotype. I didn’t have anything bad happen to him, I didn’t insult him with any anti-homosexual slander, I simply had a character share my disgust for him.

How to Create a Character

There are more ways to create a character than there are characters, it seems. There’s a few prevailing ideas.

The first idea is to create a character sheet, and list the physical attributes. This method is can be done when you are unsure of the plot yet, and creating a character is a starting off point to how they can evolve, and how the world can as well. This can also work when you have the idea of a plot, but need to create a character that’s suitable for it. You start by making notes of things such as height, weight, age, hair/eye color, and so on. After you have the idea of what they look like, you can build up the back-story of what has led the character to have certain abilities, skills, etc. This follows up with things like a history, or simply likes/dislikes, preferences, hobbies, interests, and so on. This is often done with people who role-play, as they generally have to not just explain their characters to others but they have to explain their characters to others. Especially those who don’t have the time to really read a long an in depth piece just to understand that their character likes dogs, or is afraid of the dark because there was a fire when they were a child. While you can’t just simply state these things, you can see what your character is made of, and how you need to describe it.

The second idea is to create a list of attributes for that character. This is usually done when you are going to center the story on the plot, or that is to say that the character development is secondary to the development of the plot. This is similar to the first idea, and can be a possible step two, but it is slightly different. One of the key differences is that this is largely setting a series of lists for a character, and then attempting to find a way to insert that into a story. For example, instead of outright saying that your character needs to wear glasses or has asthma, show that they can’t read something without their glasses, or have them worried about running because they don’t have their inhaler.

Another means of creating a character is to create a world for them to live in. This can be done if you have the idea for a new kind of world, and want to create a character that lives in the world to explain it. If you can imagine it this way, something like my Terraverse. A post limited nuclear war Earth and a fully colonized Mars in 507 years in the future, has the notion of nanobots introduced into society. Thus, Terra is my character for this world. She’s not indicative of the world, in fact very much the opposite. But you get to see and understand the world through her naivety, as the reader is uninitiated to the world at large, even if they understand things like pizza, or sex.

These are just 3 ways of doing it, where there are more ways than can be counted. From my experience and opinion, these are the most frequently used ones, and some of the best ones to work with, particularly if you don’t have much experience writing. But as always, find something for you, and if it works, stick to it, at least until it stops working.

Characterization

Characterization is probably one of the most important things in creating a character. It’s relating that character to the audience. This is naturally done through a number of ways, but essentially it boils down to information directly given to the reader, or information that the reader infers or determines through the narrative.

To explain that point a little bit, much of the direct information is generally physical. This is of course natural, because we see people and can determine such things easily. I can tell you that a girl is a blond, redhead, what have you, even use poetic language to describe it. But it boils down to the fact that you can determine it easily enough via sensory descriptors.

When it comes to determining information through the narrative, this is best done through giving the reader something to consider. Say that a man is an assassin, but he’s thoughtful enough to not kill innocents, to feed a stray cat, or let a dog caught in a trap loose. You see that he’s not as cold blooded as the job makes him seem. Sure I can tell you that someone is kind, but then you absorb it like a plain fact, the same as if I told you that a person’s hair is blond. The audience doesn’t connect with that, not really, it’s just a fact. They absorb the notion of someone sparing an innocent, or kindness to animals. That tugs on the audience’s heartstrings and their own sensibilities. But more importantly, they understand that.

The important thing about characters is to create a character that the audience is able to understand and empathize with. THIS is what I meant earlier about creating stock or stereotypical characters. They are as plain and as boring as they seem to be. And the audience doesn’t have sympathy for them because they are a stereotype, because they’ve been in a hundred other stories, and because they aren’t interesting. If you create a different kind of character, you make it much more interesting, and accordingly, the audience will be more interested.

The key to creating that interest is to create empathy, or sympathy, in the audience. But how does one accomplish this? The best means of doing it is to let the reader into the rational behind the character’s actions via his emotions. If the reader understands why the character is feeling something, then the reader can understand the course of actions undertaken by the character to resolve those feelings. Whether it’s remorse over killing, scorn after being dumped, a desire for love, feeling underappreciated, the reader will either understand the emotions from having felt them firsthand, or hopefully you will be able to paint enough of a picture to describe how it is that they are feeling adequately enough to move them.

Now that the audience understands why it is that a character feels a way or another, move it to the next subject, the action that they take, due to the feelings that they have.

No Motion Without Emotion

That statement means that the characters can’t do something unless the audience understands the reasoning behind their emotional situation. This is true of both heroes and villains. Heroes are often given cliché reasons to fight for good and decency, which is boring. Villains are even worse, they’re just there to be evil, as if every person comes out of a dozen or so Disney stock characters. (Smart, evil, good, fat, comic relief, etc)

You need to let your reader understand why it is that the character is doing something. Why are they wooing this individual? Why are they going to this place? Why are they fighting some grand evil? What was the motivation behind giving them some mystical power?

Create interesting characters, and the audience will be interested. Create interesting characters, and let their emotions pour onto the page, and the audience won’t just be interested, they’ll understand and want to know more about the character.

Conclusion

Know what you’re trying to do, and how to create the character. When you find a means of creating that character, don’t make it cliché. Know what is a stereotype, and avoid it. When you get down to writing it, make sure that you’re able to discern what the audience should be told directly, and what they should infer or determine through reading. Make sure that the audience understands what the characters feel, and why the character is going to act.

An Aside About Characters

The funny thing about characters is that the more that you create them, the better that you get at creating unique characters, but the harder it can be to stop creating them. Yeah, you might need a small part for a character, but you find yourself building up a back-story for them when it’s wholly unneeded.

Not just that, but the characters that you do a good job of, you find yourself slipping into easily. In my example, some characters, such as Terra, David, Nadia, Yoshi, and especially right now because I’m working on Club Vanilla, Julie, they stick with you. I can jump into one of their voices easily, and start writing in their mindset. I’m not crazy. It’s just a writing thing. Characters are sort of a part of you. You create them from a different piece of your own mindset. I could do a whole WC on just that, but perhaps another time.

Still no timetable for updating on WC, most likely even less with the aforementioned reasons in the last post of the blog. Stay tooned.

Peace
SomeRandomBastard
http://www.asstr.org/~srb/
http://somerandombastard.blogspot.com/

Turkey Day + New Story

2008-11-24T08:54:00.002-05:00

Hey everyone. I hope your November is turning out to be a nice one.

So this is the short week for a lot of people, except those poor unfortunate bastards who work cashiers at any fine store opening at ungodly hours for Black Friday. I never understood why people NEEDED to go out on Friday, there are some good sales, but honestly it's nothing that special. And everyone I've met who does that is never done their shopping either, that might make some sense.

Anyway, my ranting aside, I do have a short week. While this is in and of itself a nice thing, it is a herald of things to come. I don't want to go all emo and BAWWW about it, but my job gets much harder when the holiday rush begins. While I work 3 days off, I only get a 3 day weekend, Thursday-Saturday, and I work Sunday-Friday for the next three weeks. Not just that, but also my job can call my in early. While this week it's just an extra half hour, it can be at least an hour of starting early and up to two and a half hours early, and another forty minutes late. So I won't have a ton of time to be writing. But you never know, with all the manual labor I might be more prone to use my brain a bit more in my free time. Or I might just take my one day off and shortened leisure time and relax and watch tv and sleep more. We shall see.

Until then, I'm putting my latest story out there for your perusal. It's another story in the 'What You Need' series, or the later terraverse pieces. I'll link to it here on F3, seeing as FP is down. I'm going to try to have the time to up it to my own website, if my laziness doesn't stop me. 3 chapters up, with another 4 to go.

Hopefully I'll get some work done on the new Club Vanilla chapter. Honestly it's going to be a hell of a finale, maybe not as much erotic as amazing. But I'll have to get to that.

Theromen posted a new story called 'The Pit', it's a PWP story but it is quite good if you're just looking for a good stroke story.

Don't have anything else to say really. Don't be surprised if posts get even scarcer than usual here folks.

Peace
SomeRandomBastard
http://www.asstr.org/~srb/
http://somerandombastard.blogspot.com/

I'm starting to suck again

2008-11-19T21:22:00.002-05:00

I know, it happens. Anyway, hasn't been a hell of a lot for me to post lately. I've been working on a story, a pretty damned long one, and I finally wound up finishing it. It's another story in the same universe as my first one with Jamie and Phillip. It's actually the same universe as Terra and Club Vanilla, but it happens a generation later. Probably closer to thirty years really.

The story itself is about an unplanned pregnancy between a futanari and a female, and the issues that the two face. I don't want to really spoil it, but I will say that it's another non erotic story. Click here to read it at F3.

Since that's basically being released a chapter every other day, it buys me some time to work on the next chapter. I'm going to finish the CV chapter next, to finish the whole theater arc, and essentially, the first aim of Julie at the club. Then probably three chapters to end it, and the story is, well, done. Julie's story at least, it won't be the last time the club is featured, but I don't know that there'll be a person with enough of a problem for the club to help figure out, like Julie and her feelings of sexual inadequacy.

Work is really going to pick up soon, I'm essentially going to have to work the normal week and a half from now on, plus Sundays. A good chunk of money, but no real time to work on stuff, for like 4 weeks, from Thanksgiving until Christmas, then my christmastime is going to be busy with family and so on, and might be out for new years as well. But then, there will be a lot of time to work on things. I had thought of delaying the new story but it just didn't seem right enough to do it just to make myself seem more active. So I figured I'd delay how often I release the chapters. Don't know if it will work but I am trying.

Beyond that, Theromen is still writing stuff, and I'd advise that you go and read it. Crudebuster is working on his own story too, will link to it when he's done, but I'm pretty sure that it's a while away.

So like, vote

2008-11-03T22:44:00.001-05:00

Seriously, go and vote. Maybe you can guess who I prefer, maybe not, I can't say. But either way, whoever you want to win, go out and vote. Hell vote for batman, but just go and vote.

S'all for today. But seriously, vote.

Peace
SomeRandomBastard
http://www.asstr.org/~srb/
http://somerandombastard.blogspot.com/

Whats goin on

2008-11-02T21:11:00.003-05:00

Hey, here's just a status report on everything as of now. I posted the new writer's corner, it felt good to get it done. I want to do more of them, and maybe find some websites focused on erotic writing that I can submit them to. Or maybe subtmit a couple and get some more traffic here, who knows?

Beyond that I spent the whole weekend editing the story I've been working on. I know it doesn't sound like much but editing 44 pages of a story is a lot of work, and I would up adding around 3,600 words in the end, quite a bit in the end. I'm glad that I did the editing this weekend. Its a huge thing for me. Editing that much is sometimes done best at one or two sittings, it helps you focus on what you've done, what you wanted to do, and what you're going to do to try to reconcile the two. Writing a scene can be done in pieces, but its not something I like. I prefer to write the whole scene out, one at a time. I don't like doing them in pieces. I think you lose something that way, you can capture the true je ne sais quoi of a scene. You can go back and work on it later to try to really show off what it is that you were trying to do, but you can't just make it come up.

Anyway I'll go into that as a writer's corner perhaps.

Long story short is I've done the editing on like 2/3 of the story, and I need to write the remaining 1/3. Then I'm off to work on other things, probably a new CV then a new Terra.

PS here's a pic of my tooth that came out on Halloween.

Peace
SomeRandomBastard
http://www.asstr.org/~srb/
http://somerandombastard.blogspot.com/

Writer's Corner, The Language of Sex

2008-10-31T20:58:00.002-04:00

The language of sex

Hey, back here for another Writer’s Corner. In this episode I’m going to explore some of he language of sex and sexuality, and some ways of describing things.

First off, I suppose we should start with context. By context, I mean, what is the general tone and feeling of the piece.

For instance, if a story is romantic, some of the language of the piece should be written with more romantic terminology. If two lovers finally get together in bed, you want to make the language of the piece seem as romantic as the plot of story has build up their romance to be. Let’s take two statements, and we’ll use them as examples.

Bill’s penis got hard.
Amy’s vagina got wet.

I know it’s a bit of an exaggeration, but similar statements can be found just about everywhere. Now both are rather bland statements. In fact, the verb got is a very boring word. Things become wet, or start to harden. Got is something a child says. It’s fine to say ‘I got a soda at the store” or “I got a new haircut’ because it’s not attempting to be arousing, it’s just a plain and simple way of conveying information. But in an romantic and erotic context, do we want to simply say something?

The goal of writing is to make the reader keep reading, usually by garnering their interest. (Beating them over the head works too.) Write a boring and plain scene and people will get bored and go for something more interesting. This isn’t just for got. A word like is(or any conjugation of the verb to be[was are am are]) is boring as well. Fine for conveying information in a simple and straightforward manner, but not arousing by any means.

So, let’s take the two statements, and attempt to write them more romantically. For now we’ll use the filler verb became for the verb got.

Bill’s penis became hard.
Amy’s vagina became wet.

Now as I already said, let’s remove the verb got. But even before then, examine the words penis and vagina. Sure, you can use the words, but they sounds like something out of a medical book, and while accurate, it is not entirely interesting to read, or romantic.

You can think about any other kind of synonym to use for the word penis or vagina. But few really carry the romantic language. Cock sounds dirty, in an erotic context. Dick sounds childish. Pussy is just as dirty. Cunt is usually a bad thing. Many other words for penis (cock, pecker, dong, knob, peter, prick, rod, tool, wiener, willy) and vagina (pussy, snatch, slit, twat) don’t carry much romance with them. Now certainly, you could use something like, phallus, manhood, which work quite well, or shaft, which are a more romantic substitutes. Or for a woman you could use womanhood, honey pot, or sex, and are more romantic substitutes.

And keep in mind that this is just in a general basis. Certainly the word pussy, or cock, could be used in a romantic setting, but the words themselves do not convey romance. Words like prick and cunt, on the other hand, specifically convey the opposite of romance.

But here’s an idea, DON’T use the word penis, vagina, or any synonym. If the two are romantically involved, the audience can imagine what on Bill is getting hard, or what on Amy is getting wet. It’s probably not his ear or her nose. So let’s try this.

Bill became hard.
Amy became wet.

Still kind of dry and boring. How about instead of just stating the fact, we go into some detail about it, or more specifically, add some emotion, some feeling behind the action?

Bill groaned, feeling his body harden from the touch of Amy’s soft, delicate hands.
Amy’s body reacted instantly to his touch, and she could feel herself become wet.

And just for shits and giggles, how about we add some poetic language?

Bill groaned with unbridled passion, feeling his body harden from the warm, sensual touch of Amy’s soft, delicate hands.
Amy’s aching skin reacted instantly to his touch, centered around the growing moisture on her body.

Now, if the story is written with the general attitude of wanton debauchery, the terminology could be less romantic. The terminology can be a little more loose, a bit more bathroom stall material. Now remember, I’m not talking about complete humiliation or degradation stuff, but just smutty sex. People who know each other, or just those who engage in dirtier sex is just as fine. But this might not be a good piece for a young and naïve teenage couple, or a romantic older couple.

Now taking our previous examples, let’s get past the first step and change the verb got.

Bill’s penis became hard.
Amy’s vagina became wet.

Unlike in romantic gestures, oftentimes focusing on explicitly saying the penis or vagina can be integral to the story. If the two lovers are depraved, or having depraved sex, some of the same words not appropriate for romance could be used for the sex act. But not all. I would recommend avoiding words like dick or cunt regardless of the story, unless it’s intended to describe an unsavory character, IE ‘That John is a real dick’ or ‘Jesse can be such a cunt sometimes’

Let’s try peppering up the language a bit.

Bills cock grew rock hard.
Amy’s pussy was soaking wet.

The language is better, and certainly more interesting then the initial statements, but nothing special yet. Let’s add some more sensual language to it, shall we?

Bill’s threw his head back in ecstasy, feeling his cock grow rock hard in Amy’s wet and warm mouth.
Amy moaned aloud passionately as Bill’s tongue glided expertly across her soaking pussy.

Now of course these are just two specific examples of broad types of story telling. There are a hundred different ways to say just about anything in the world, sex included. Sex needs to be geared towards the goal of the individual story, and language is a big part of it.

Now, for some more general advice.

Penises are not steel rods, nor should they be called it. Don’t replace a name for any part of the body with anything. If it’s a penis, then it’s hard. It’s not a titanium rod. It’s not as hard as titanium. What makes more sense, that it’s as ‘hard as titanium’, or that it’s ‘achingly hard’? The audience can determine for themselves what hard is.

Remember there are five organs. I cannot stress this enough, most sex stories I see are entirely touch and sight. You can smell sex, believe me the air of sex fills the room, even if you haven’t added anything. You can taste sex, from the taste of genitals down to the taste of the skin. You can hear sex, not just groaning, but the wet sounds of sex, the sound of flesh smacking against each other.

If you are a virgin, remember that sex isn’t like what is written in all erotic stories. Just because a mediocre Final Fantasy fanfic said something doesn’t mean that it’s a part of sex. In general, you can research just about everything on the internet these days, and I’m sure that you can use google just as easily as anyone else.

I hope this all helps you in your endeavors. This can be a difficult thing to recall when you’re writing it, and it gets easier if you have someone proofreading your work, to give you an impression of whether or not you’re doing the job.

Peace
SomeRandomBastard
http://www.asstr.org/~srb/
http://somerandombastard.blogspot.com/

(Still no established Writer's Corner schedule. It happens when it does. Maybe reply and it'll happen more often. Or maybe not. But still, reply. That'd be nice.)

New story yay!

2008-10-26T14:26:00.002-04:00

Hey people, here's some updates.

First off, new story, yay! What with the Halloween spirit (get it?) I've written a spooky-type story. Nothing too scary or too frightening, and far from guro. It's called Thirteenth Hour, and it involves two teen girls spending the night in a haunted house where a young couple died. I won't ruin it for you, but the story tags have teens, f/f, f/futa, oral, ghosts, breast enhancement, and futanarization.

Also, I updated my website with Terra's Chapter 23, Puzzle Pieces, and Club Vanilla Chapter 8, Talent Show Part 3, semifinal round. Feel free to check them out if you haven't read them already, or if you just want them in an easy to use and download text file for home use.

Past that yesterday was my birthday, so whoopee. Hence why I posted Thirteenth Hour last night instead of waiting for a beta.

Theromen has been posting more of his CP story Eve, go read it now.

That's about it. I wrote that Thirteenth Hour as a lark really, just a story I had kicking in my head, so I'm not too down on the lack of interest/replies. I'll be real depressed when the new story I write bombs. But that's not for a while.

Anyway that's about it.I think at best we're gonna be lucky if I update this once a week in the future, wait another month and it'll be even less when it gets really busy at work around Christmastime.

Peace

Updatification

2008-10-19T22:14:00.002-04:00

Hey folks just a quicky. I posted the latest chapter of Terra, 23, Puzzle Pieces. I'm going to link to the F3 website for now. I'm too lazy to update my website, next weekend probably. Its pretty good and there's some sex so read and reply why don't you?

I'm working on that one piece that I said would be harder and that I wasn't sure of. We'll see if I succeed or not, it's around 7500 words long now and rising. It'll get up there in length.I may not even wind up posting it if it sucks so badly.

My buddy Theromen has started a new story Eve, so go and read it now and reply. It's even better than my stuff and it is a futa cyberpunk story as well.

Updatery

2008-10-09T11:07:00.004-04:00

Hey folks, I'm trying to get more active with posting. I'll probably fail and go two weeks without posting soon but whatever.

First off I have no idea as to why the chapter of CV, ch8 was posted like that. I'm going to try to tinker with it to get it to work.

Second off, Red Sox advanced, yay. Good for us, bad for you if you're fans of the Angels or any other team that has been eliminated.

As for actual writing, the new chapter of Terra is around 90% done. I'm going through and editing it out, I want to tweak things a bit. That usually takes a bit longer, but it reads better than I thought it did when I started tweaking. I have to clean up some dialogue and work on things. I'm almost halfway done that, but I have to work on two scenes and really give it a workover. The major plot is there but I have to make sure that everything makes sense plotwise, and characterwise.

So the weekend is coming, and once again I have a lot of errands to take care of. I'll either do none and write, some and write some, or all of it and write none. My guess is that I'll probably do some of the errands tonight and tommorow night, and take care of the writing and editing this weekend. It's tougher now because I have baseball playoffs and the Patriots on Sunday. Even though I don't really have a horse in the NLCS, I enjoy playoff baseball. Of course Tim McCarver and Joe Buck might be enough to keep me from watching every game.

If you're fans of nerdcore hiphop, Mc Frontalot has started preorders of his new cd, it's pretty good. If you're fans of browser based games, ForumWarz is pretty neat and it's eating up chunks of my time that I could use doing something more productive. And NO I don't get paid for either of those links if you were wondering. It's just something that I've been doing lately, which has been occupying my mind instead of really doing work.

On the proofreading front, I've helped deathbyblue of F3 on a story he's been working on. Crudebuster released the second chapter of his story a while back, I found it good even if others haven't.

That's about it. Back to your regular scheduled non updating schedule.

Topical Title Post

2008-10-06T22:40:00.001-04:00

Well here's what I'm thinking for now. Just some notes on the blog in general.

The blog will now feature the chapters of the stories that I'm writing. So starting today when I post it on forums I'll post it here as well. I hope this will provide people with a decent enough reason to come back here. This should also make it relatively easy to leave comments and do so anonymously. If you know me at all you know I'm a comment whore, so please if you have any input leave some notes.

Now, beyond that, if you are so interested in what I'm up to...Not much. Cleaning stuff out and getting rid of old stuff, which is nice. Trying to turn over the old junk in my wardrobe, and remove crap I haven't used in ages. Been dealing with mold which has been a killer to my allergies, and by association my asthma. But getting it out is a big step, and will help out a ton. Gets worse before it gets better.

Days are getting colder, which kinda sucks because my landlord won't turn the heat on. Not yet at least, he doesn't HAVE to legally until Nov. 1st. It's strange but when you're accustomed to 75 degree days, 45 degree nights seem really cold. When I'm used to 45 degree days it won't seem as bad. Right now work isn't too bad due to the weather, but not too good either. It won't be too bad for a while yet, until it gets in mid-November, that's when the cold really comes in, a week or two before November. Then when it's the Christmas season it's the worst for me.

Writing-wise I've been working on the new chapter of Terra. It's coming along well, this is going to be a shorter chapter compared to the other ones I've been doing. Around 10,000 words so far, and probably another 5,000 left in the current scene, and the one thereafter. Not sure how I'm going to end the chapter, but I think I'm leaning towards slightly more of a cliffhanger-ish ending.

After this chapter I'm thinking of doing something different, another of the 'What You Need' stories, like Jamie and Phillip. I'm not sure which I'm going to do, the first feels like it's something that's very seasonal to do now, but most likely it won't be done in time for the baseball playoffs. The second one is quite a bit more serious, and I'm not sure if I'm ready to write it, or if the subject matter is something that is quite ready to be written in the world I've established really.

I'm not sure about that though, I feel like I should try to finish the last chapter of the Club Vanilla 'theater arc'.

The World of Futanari server is downish again, which really sucks. I had just started an RP there, which I was going to blog. We'll see, I'd rather have a small RP instead of a big one. It makes it easier to run. Probably just more of a reason I should write. But I liked the place and I'm sorry to see it go down, even if it's just (hopefully) temporary.

So probably something in the near future. Lemme know if you like the blog of the stories, if you like the stories, if you...care...read...whatever. Sorry my last post was all emo. I try not to be, or at least try not to post that.

Club Vanilla chapter 8, Semifinal Round

2008-10-06T22:06:00.003-04:00

http://www.asstr.org/~srbDon't read if under 18 or illegal in your little corner of the world, like you'll listen. This should appear only on my site http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/srb/www/ F3, Futanari Palace, and basically should be wherever Pal's stuff is. Also at the Grey Archive, and some other places they might end up, they know who they are. Any websites that want to host my story must have expressed written consent to do so. I will list all websites that I have granted permission to list my stories there. If you are reading this now and find this on a new website, then please email me at somerandombastard (at) yahoo (dot) comThis is copyright me, so don’t call it yours. Feedback can be left here. I created all the characters, they are all fictional, and any relevance to anyone living or dead, is incidental. I created the entire fictional universe in which they inhabit, if you’re interested in writing in this world than feel free to email me. I’ve pretty willing. This is the first in my attempts to create other stories in the Terra universe, or the Terraverse as I shall continue to call it. This has no bearing on the events of Terra. This story happens later in the history of Terra, roughly four years or so in the future.I would like to thank Basil_Jelly, Theromen, and crudebuster for helping me beta. They should have caught most of my errors, so anything you see is their fault :-P Seriously they have improved the quality of the work and I appreciate their efforts, all for free.Each scene contains various kinds of sex, I am just going to list them in random order to not spoil the surprise. If you don’t like a scene proceed to the next one, you’ll probably find something in there you like.Tentacle, oral, anal, double penis, vaginal, loli, BDSM, lactation machine, size, faux incest, faux birthClub VanillaChapter 8Talent Show Part 3, semifinal round“Ladies and gentlemen and futanaris, boys and girls of all ages, creatures of all shapes and sizes, the first round of the Club Vanilla Second Annual Talent Show is complete. Once more, I would like to thank you for your showing of support for the participants and your patience. Thanks to your enthusiastic support, we have been able to decide the contestants who will advance it to the next round. Before we announce who shall advance, how about another round of applause for all of the contestants?” the Impresario announced, his bombastic voice creating suspense behind stage that was palpable. I wasn’t that worried because Liz told me that we were in the lead but…still, I wasn’t going to be sure until I knew for sure. The clapping and screaming audience wasn’t helping either.Everyone was crowded near the side of the stage. Some people had crossed fingers, others were biting their fingernails. Some were tapping their feet while others tried to act calm. I was just grabbing my fists, trying to steady myself. Being in a high school play was one thing, you weren’t expected to be that good. But being judged, even if it wasn’t to your face, was something different. Anne grabbed me by the arm, with a dead serious look on her face. “Whatever happens, keep it to yourself until you're outta the stage. Don't celebrate in front of guys who just died.”I nodded, she had a good point. I didn’t want to ask ‘What if we're one of the deceased?’.“The following act has made it to the second round, and an opportunity to win the talent show is,” The impresario said, really whipping up the anticipation. There was even a drum roll as he paused. “The first act is Futanari Authority, congratulations Amanda and Raymond, come up on stage!” he announced. The couple smiled at each other, hugging before running up on stage, raising their hands above their heads. Geez, don’t overdo it guys, you didn’t win yet. The impresario showed them to the other side of the stage, where they could wait I guess. There was a spotlight there for them to stand at. Lucky bastards at least they knew first.“The second act that has made it to the second round, and an opportunity to win the talent show is,” He waited for the drum roll, god this was nerve wracking. “The second act is Size Queens, congratulations Claire and Lindsay, come up on stage!” he said. I watched with a subdued anger and resentment as the two of the coolly and collectively walked on stage, smiling and nodding to the audience. They even waved like they were real frigging queens! They had to be so cool about it I just wanted to scream. They basked in their glory for a moment before moving to the side of the stage, with Amanda and Raymond. Two down.“Our third act that has made it to the second round, and an opportunity to win the talent show is,” The Impresario was making this as hard as possible for us. The drum roll did nothing but make it all worse. I guess that was the point. “The third act is Tentacle Shower room, congratulations Dan and Linwe, come up on stage!” the Impresario shouted. He waited for a minute, but neither of them showed up. Everyone’s heads started turning backstage.“Lin!” I shouted, seeing her body wrapped by a mass of tentacles. “LIN!”“Huh? What?” She mumbled into a tentacle.“Get up there!” I shouted rudely. But come the hell on she was dragging this out.“Did we win?” Lin asked, nonchalantly.“Yes, now puh lease get your cute little buns up there on stage!” The stage director commanded. He tried to move Lin and Dan unsuccessfully. I wondered if he could even carry in his own groceries.“Oh, maybe we shouldn’t have been fooling around backstage with our little encore,” Lin smiled, wiping her mouth. Lin ran onstage, really drumming up the audience as she shook her moneymaker, and clutched and played with her breasts for the audience, even in the terrycloth robe it was still quite a sight. Dan rolled on a moment later, I don’t think he was as big into the attention as Lin was. The crowd seemed to cheer for him more though, maybe it was because he was unique, I don’t know. The two of them made their way to the winner’s corner, where the other two acts were waiting. It made for a motley crew.Honestly at the time I was almost shaking with nervousness. It wasn’t so much not winning it was not knowing. Oh what was I saying, of course it was not winning. I wanted to win. I never really won anything before. But thanks to Lin’s slow moving ass I had to stay waiting for another minute. God it felt like waiting for a new license, it was taking forever.“Here we go,” Anne said, “It’s now or never. Do or die. Win or go home.” I wondered how many more euphemisms she was going to bring up before we just knew.“And finally, ladies and gentlemen, our final act that has made it to the second round, and an opportunity to win the talent show is,” he paused for that god awful drum roll. Come on just say it already! “…Schoolgirl Sisters! Julie and Anne, congratulations, come up on stage!” he announced, I almost jumped out of my skin in glee. Thank god Anne told me not to celebrate…I tried to be still my racing heart, and walked out on stage, waving to the crowd and smiling as sweetly as I could. I imitated the Miss Universe contestants my dad used to adore. Big smile, small steps, make sure your breasts were facing the audience the whole time, eyes up, shake your hips with each step. Anne was meanwhile trying to play the sweet little girl overcome with it all, her eyes were filled with confusion and wonder, hands by her head in happiness, mouth agape. God she looked adorable. I don’t know how she learned how to do that, but she was so cute sometimes I wanted to adopt her. Before remembering that I was young enough to be her daughter, or maybe granddaughter if she had children young and mom had children young…god why was I thinking about that? The two of us made it to the winner’s circle to the side of the stage. Wasn’t much room there as we shuffled around Dan’s massive size, even though he was trying to accommodate everyone, just like he would. Neither one of us wanted to stand near Claire and Lindsay, but it was hard to position him between us. I should have sent him a telepathic message.“Ladies and Gentlemen, these four acts will continue into the next round of Club Vanilla’s Second Annual Talent Show. However before we begin our intermission, let’s hear it for the remaining contestants, they all worked hard and deserve another round of applause for their efforts!” The Impresario said. I could see the mincing mannerisms of the stage director trying to get everyone up onstage, but nobody seemed particularly happy about the prospect of going back to the stage as a failure. I wouldn’t.The first two to make their way out were Amy and Zakuto, holding hands. Amy looked pissed, but Zakuto looked happy enough. She was saying something to her but I couldn’t hear with the crowd’s applause, maybe she was just trying to make the best of it all. Emily and Bill were both fighting backstage, I could see the venom on their faces. But as soon as they made it onstage they seemed to change completely. Like a light switch, they acknowledged the cheers of the audience, bowing their heads and waving, albeit glumly. Tom and Jen came on next, they made no mistake about their depression about losing, they both looked like people who had failed. The last two out were Miles and Hazel, they seemed dejected. Maybe they were just glad to have it over, I might want to just change back into street clothes and go home if we lost. “Ladies and gentlemen and futanaris, boys and girls of all ages, creatures of all shapes and sizes, we will now begin our second intermission. In just one hour’s time we shall resume the show. Do not be late, and thank you again for coming!” The Impresario’s booming voice filled the theater. As he bowed his head the curtains shut, and I could feel everyone let out a collective sigh. Well, everyone where I was staying, in the winner’s circle. All of the other contestants in the middle of the stage, the losers I guess, were still worked up.I could see the group behind me begin to disperse. I guess I was the rookie I didn’t file out with the rest of them, maybe I should have.“What the fuck Bill? That’s fucking bullshit!” Emily complained, turning on him only seconds after the curtains were drawn.“Oh because it’s all my fault right? I was the only one out there,” Bill glared angrily, made worse by his wolfman form. His jaws opened showing off the teeth.“You were the genius who came up with that idea! ‘Oh little red riding hood, everyone will love to see that!’ Well where the fuck were all the furries? I guess everyone didn’t love it, did they?” Emily mocked.“Hey it was better than your idea? What was it again? Oh that’s right, nothing!” He snarled, flaring his nose.“I’m sorry it’s my fault for thinking your shit for brains could come up with a halfway decent idea!” she stepped right back up in his face.“Look you were the one who didn’t understand that there’s an actual camera. Nobody can see shit because you don’t know how to get on top of me and give a halfway decent angle. This isn’t three-d honey, they have to get in there with actual cameras like the old days. So don’t fucking blame me for everything!” he shouted, half howled really, and stormed offstage. Emily followed him, she didn’t seem like the kind of woman who would let him get the last word.“Don’t worry,” Anne whispered in my ear, “I hear their makeup sex is great!”“Bah, these fools wouldn’t know a good acting performance if they saw one,” Amy sighed, still with the Shakespearian tone. “The bard wouldst be rolling in his grave.”“Oh come on Amy, we had fun,” Zakuto smiled at her partner. “And we had a good time. You haven’t acted for over a year, and you had fun coaching me.”“You always did know how to make me smile,” Amy said, hugging Zakuto. “Come on, let’s get a drink and forget about it all, and enjoy the night, ok? We can stick around if you want, or we can just head home. Maybe light some candles, open a bottle of wine, and go over some Shakespeare in bed,” Amy is lucky to have someone like Zakuto. Anne was my partner, but not my lover really. I mean we made love but it’s not like we were in love together. “Still doubt these imbeciles have any appreciation of a real theatrical performance,” Amy said begrudgingly. “Hmm, at least people cheered for you,” Hazel sighed. “You could hear crickets chirp when we were up there. Do you even have an idea how hard it was to get that tub in here? All for nothing! I don’t even think anyone got the name, Miles Smiles.”“What was it?” Zakuto asked politely, she seemed to be having a good time. I’d be shitting kittens if I had lost.“It’s an old jazz song, Miles Davis. Besides, my stage name, Miles, it’s an anagram for slime, get it?” Miles said. My uncle used to joke like that, while everyone in the room tried to be polite and smile or laugh. But really we all just wished he would stop. I was just glad I hadn’t been the one asking.“Oh, clever,” Hazel nodded, I didn’t get it at first either. Well I still don’t get the song reference but the anagram I kinda do. But who really cares about anagrams?“Yeah at least the pedos were out in full force,” Jen joked. She was the first one to approach us, the only two who had advanced that stuck around. “You better win you know that?” she asked, offering a hand to Anne.“Told you that was the plan,” Anne didn’t take her hand, she went straight for a hug. Jen had to lean down for the shorter woman.“You too Julie,” Jen looked at me from over Anne’s shoulder. “I don’t want you to give Anne a reason to let you out of our deal. Next night you’re mine.” She winked. I took her hand, shaking it, but it was kind of awkward the way she was hugging Anne.“Yeah congrats you two,” Tom said quickly. I still get a hang up calling him a him, when he has a futanari’s body. I didn’t even get a chance to say a word to him before he headed off. “Oh don’t worry about him,” Jen shook her head. “He’s a little pissy about losing. Honestly when he swaps genders like that he becomes all emotional like he’s on the rag.”“Oh I know, remember when I spilled his drink on his shirt? Like it was so important just because it was new and his only femme shirt!” Anne threw her hands up. “I had to screw him just to stop his whiny crybaby bitching!”“Let’s get going,” I said, I was beat and wanted to sit down for a little bit. And get a drink, god I could really loosen up. Plus it was still pretty hostile back here.“Sure,” Anne said, letting go of Jen. “No reason to stick around here, for now.”“I’m buying the first round,” Jen offered, she must have been reading my mind. “I’m drinking the first round,” I added, jokingly. Neither one of them found it funny. I just stood there like a dope. I resigned myself to just follow them out.The hallway was jam packed, all of the people were filing out to the various areas of the club. A lot of them were moving to the exit, damned smokers. I grinned watching some of them head towards the back rooms. I wondered how many people were fantasizing of me back there as they found their own intermission. The bar was swarmed, it seems that everyone wanted a drink. I had never seen more than one bartender, but there were three, and they all looked like they were bumping elbows trying to serve the drinks quick enough. “Oh god, everyone else had all night. Can’t the actor’s get a drink without any hassle?” Anne asked, peering through people on her tippy toes, trying to get a look at how long the line just was. Well I guess it wasn’t a line per se, more just a group of people surrounding the bar and shouting out orders. “Hmm, I see you’re using the phrase ‘actors’ as loose as that body of yours is,” came a voice from behind. I turned over and saw Lindsay, Claire’s partner from the size act. Actually all I saw were her tits, got it looked like someone had blown them up bigger. Not just a little bigger, they were HUGE! They looked like two prize winning watermelons jutting from her chest, I was surprised she could stand. Her back must be killing her.“Funny coming from you, last I heard you could house a family of four in your uterus,” Anne turned around, angry. “I’m gonna beat you two this year.”“Hah, keep dreaming little girl,” Lindsay chuckled. Her tits were bigger, ginormous now. It was almost scary actually, they looked impossibly huge.“I won’t need to,” Anne shook her head. “I’ve got a new partner, a new act, and we’re going for the gold.”“Gold? HAH! You’ll never make it past this round. You barely made it into the second one,” Lindsay was egging Anne on and she was taking the bait. “Wow, you’re really playing that card?” I asked, finally speaking up. “Oh, it looks like big sis is sticking up, how cute,” She tried to trivialize me. “Why don’t you just go home before your bed time?”“You think these little mind games are gonna work? Fat chance, we’re gonna win that contest. All you’re doing is showing off how scared you really are. Maybe after this is all over your partner will remember the name Julie Jones. Or maybe she’ll just remember my face holding the trophy over my head.”“Your new partner has a little mouth on her,” she grinned at her own pun. “Do you have a hand pump for those fake tit balloons?” I tried to change the subject. “Or do you just transfer some of the air from your head?”“What? Oh that’s right. I went to go see Billie between acts. She inflated me a little bit more,” she grinned, grabbing and bouncing her breasts for emphasis. Idiots around us were taking pictures with their communicators.“What? That’s cheating! Your not allowed to go back and change your body!” Anne sounded like a child who had been cheated. It was actually pretty cute, but I doubt that was the intent.“Oh you poor stupid little girl, didn’t you bother reading the rule book? They changed all of that, now we can go and make alterations between rounds,” Lindsay mocked her. “Or did you regress your age so young you can’t read?”“Oh did they go and change the rules on me? Hmm, sorry Lindsay, I guess I was too busy working on my act, instead of inflating my tits up,” Anne said sarcastically. “Doesn’t look like you worried too much about that. But then again, you were always more boobs than brains, even before you blew them up like watermelons!”“Well can’t inflate the brains can you? Might as well just blow up the only worthwhile feature on her,” I added in. It almost felt wrong to gang up on her. Almost.“Oh ha, ha,” Lindsay rolled her eyes. “You two are going down, and not just on each other.”“Yeah, yeah. Your just trying to waste their time so they can’t get back to change,” Jen said from behind, backing us up. Where was she the whole time?“Pfft, fat chance, Billie just took her break, and Elizabeth is nowhere to be seen,” Lindsay leaned her head back in a fake laugh, god I can’t stand fake laughter. “Hey a round of drinks for the little girls here, on my tab. Virgin Mary for each, don’t want mommy getting upset!”Lindsay laughed, this time sincerely, at her own stupid joke. Then she rubbed her hand in Anne’s hair, tussling it up and screwing up her pigtails. Bitch. Claire probably put her up to it, god I want to kick their ass. “We gotta find Liz,” Anne turned towards me, trying to straighten her hair out.“Why? We’re great already, we can beat them now, we don’t need any changes!” I said, trying to amp her up. “If your opponent gathers reinforcements, you have to reevaluate if you can still beat them. Claire’s probably got a baseball bat swinging between her legs now. Last year it was against the rules to change between rounds…I guess I didn’t bother checking the rulebook,” Anne scratched her neck, trying to look innocent. But the act didn’t work on me. I knew she was no innocent little girl. She was supposed to be the one in charge.“Anne, you said that you were on top of all of this, what the hell?” I looked at her, trying not to overdo it.“Hey cut me some slack, I was the one who set up the act, who got all the costumes, who did just about everything on this bit, the rules were almost the same, I missed the one change there was!” she shouted back at me.“Girls, stop fighting,” I don’t think that Jen would have made a good mother, from the way she could hardly take our little argument. Or maybe she would have just from her inability to let the children bicker. “Just go find Liz. She can’t be that hard to find can she?”“She could be anywhere,” I didn’t know what else to say. “I’ll try the shower room, you try the front desk, give me a comm if you hear anything.”“Alright, either way, don’t be late!” Anne said, and in a flash her athletic body was weaving in and out of the crowd towards the front desk. I did the smart thing. “Bartender, can I get a…”“Sex on the Beach, here you go Julie, good luck,” The bartender said, handing me my drink. I still have no idea how she remembered that but I’ll take it. I didn’t get a chance to ask, she was busy taking care of another customer. I made a note to remember to pay my tab when I get back.Mmm, that drink was good, a shame I had to finish it in one big gulp. It’s not like one was going to hurt me, and honestly, after everything tonight I needed it. I still don’t know why Anne was so worked up. We could beat those two as we were, we don’t need to change to win. Then again, Anne was so worried about things I think I would have to hear it forever if that was the reason we lost. And I think right now she would have done everything besides break someone’s legs to win. Maybe even that if she could get away with it. I took my time weaving in and out of the crowd, I wasn’t as quick as Anne was but I didn’t have as far to go. Anne was going through the bar and club area, one of the busiest sections of the club to another busy area, the front desk, probably filled with cigarette smoke. Still the perspective was all wrong, I was at people’s elbow and shoulder level, and I didn’t want to get drinks or h'ordeurves all over me. Plus we did have like, an hour, and where could she have wound up? Its not like we were searching throughout the entire city. There wasn’t a good reason to get worked up about it just yet, but I didn’t want to dilly dally either. She was probably still lying down there where we left her.I burst into the hallway out back, expecting to have another busy crowd to work through. But nobody was back there with me. The hallway to the shower room was empty, not even a stagehand back there. I guess nobody cared about showering now. Actually, it was nice to just have a little peace and quiet after being up on stage. What the hell did I sign up for anyway?I burst into the shower room, calling “Elizabeth!” but there wasn’t any answer. Then again she was beat tired, and my shouts weren’t exactly going to raise the dead. I was a little hoarse and I wanted to save my voice for the performance, and not just my lines. I checked over at the bench next to the lockers, but there was no sign of her around. Well that sucked, waste of my time.I was about to leave when I heard some noise in the shower stalls and ran towards it. “Liz? Liz is that you? You there Liz?” I asked, weaving through the shower stalls. The stalls were nice, each one was fully enclosed, with a light shade of blue plastic trimming that only showed up in bathrooms and bad flatware. And ugly cars. They each had closing doors, I think it was safety glass, but it looked blurry between. It was kind of like the windows in the rooms, if they were half on. I didn’t think I could make out who was in the stall since the doors went to the floor, and the glass wasn’t transparent, but I checked a few of them anyway. The water wasn’t coming from any of the closed stalls, they were all empty. But one was wide open, I could see the door unlatched and hanging back and forth.“Liz is that you? Oh, god, sorry,” I said, walking in on Lin and Dan making out in the shower. And Lin was, of course, only wearing wet tentacles, from what I wanted to hope was just the shower water.“Oh hey Julie. Nah it’s just us in here, uh, you know, rehearsing,” Lin laughed into a tentacle. “You want to give us a hand? I’m gonna show off my acting in the next round. But there’s always room for another acting coach!”“Uh no, sorry, I, Anne would kill me,” I tried to make up an excuse, god Lin was a little slut sometimes. Of course look at me fucking a loli up on stage, and I did have a threesome with the two of them. “She can come in too. Plenty of tentacles to go around,” Lin grinned sensually. I could have sworn that Dan’s large shining blue eyes were rolling at the prospect. “No, uh, have you two seen Elizabeth around?” I wanted to get back on topic.“Yeah she was sleeping on the bench, when we came in we woke her up, she kept bitching about the noise. Its not like five hundred pounds of tentacles are quiet going down stairs you know. So she beat it, said something about going to find another couch, prude,” Lin said, kissing on a tentacle. I’m sure it had nothing to do with her shrieking orgasm announcement. “Another couch? Is there some back area or something I don’t know about?” I wasn’t sure, if they hide the whole shower and group room complexes from me the whole time, then what else was there? “Don’t think so, maybe she got a room? I don’t know if I’d want to use one, god knows who did what, and when, there? Could have been a bukkake gangbang ten minutes before you get in,” Linwe grinned. I think she might have done that, whatever it was. I actually didn’t want to know what it was.I heard a voice enter into my head, it seemed tired and frail. However it was still the meek and polite voice that I instantly recognized as Dan. ‘There are couches in the lounge.’ “The lounge?” I wasn’t sure where he meant. At first I thought the lounge was where Anne went, where people waited to change.“Over where they play pool, I bet there was no one there during the show,” Lin continued to make out with the tentacle, it was…a very strange thing to watch. “Now, if you don’t wanna join, how about you let us finish things.”“Oh, yeah sure, thanks for the help,” I tried but I couldn’t wipe away the image of her putting a tongue inside of a mouth tentacle. My body shook with how creepy it was. I just kept moving, out of the shower room and down the hall. Ok, now I had to move, wasted fifteen minutes just getting pointed in a new direction. I grabbed my comm and tried to call Anne, to see if she had made any headway. I guessed not, since she would have commed me.I looked impatiently at the comm, wanting to will the connection. Since the hallway was empty, there wasn’t any worry about hitting someone. I just speed walked towards the exit, with my eyes on the communicator. I took a picture of Anne for my phone, all done up with her schoolgirl stuff. It was a safe picture, just a schoolgirl in pigtails, but as I looked at her I was mentally thinking up some things. Not, you know, sexual, just improvements. Dimples, add some dimples, they would look so cute on her. Longer hair too, really long, all the way to the floor. Could have larger breasts too, but they were still big for her age. Bigger eyes maybe, then she’d really look cute. Larger lips maybe, hmm what else…“…Julie? Julie? JULIE ANSWER ME!” I heard my comm going off, I was so busy looking at the picture trying to better her that I forgot I was calling her. “Yeah, uh, hello Anne,” I said a little sheepishly. “Nothing here, I found Billie but she won’t do anything, lazy bitch. Since when did nurses have a union? God forbid she do her job, she was on duty when nobody wanted to go there. You find Liz?” Annie’s voice was a mixture of high pitched childish innocence with an adult drive and determination. I opened the door for the main dance floor.“Not yet, but I might have found a lead. I’m making it for the lounge now,” I stepped into the main club, the lounge was only a couple of steps away. Of course the only route was around the crowd. Never quite that easy.“I see you!” she shouted into communicator, almost deafening me. I started to really move it, didn’t want to go slow if she was watching me.Suddenly I felt her nimble fingers goose my butt. “Ah you little, you’re getting a spanking!” I shouted at her, I hated when the boys used to pinch my butt, or pull back my bra straps.“We talked about that before, didn’t we? I don’t think that a spanking would work. Maybe we should have reconsidered it, everyone seemed to love that futa authority thing, but I don’t like to ad lib,” Anne took my idea too literally, her speedy little legs whizzed past me.“Right, whatever,” I didn’t want to get into this whole…thing again. I just let the baby have her bottle. I was starting to get a little out of breath following after her anyways, and I didn’t want to waste the breath arguing. “Liz might be around here.”We stepped into the lounge area, a couple of people were playing pool. The classical lounge music that usually played was on low, the whole place seemed much more chilled out than the rest of the place. Beyond the pool players the room was otherwise empty, except for a certain catgirl sleeping on one of the leather couch. We both ran over to her, the hour long intermission was almost half finished already. “Liz, Liz, wake up!” Anne shouted, she was shaking the poor catgirl by her shoulders. Elizabeth growled and turned over, knocking her coat off her shoulder and onto the floor.“Come on, bad cat, off the couch, get up now!” Anne commanded.“What do you want?” she mumbled, licking her hand.“We need you to help us, and now. We have less than a half hour before we have to go back onstage!” I tried to plead with her.“Fine, fine, I’m getting up, what do you need that’s so important?” she asked, rubbing her eyes as she leaned forward.“Give her dimples, cute ones,” I said, pointing to the spot on my face.“Make her hair shinier,” Anne added.“Make her hair longer, all the way to the floor,” I said rapidly.“Make her cock thicker and longer, but not too much,” Anne must have been thinking too.“Make her breasts bigger, just a bit more and make her nipples larger and harder,” I tossed in.“Her breasts have to be bigger to lactate, but normal whole milk, maybe a extra white. Oh and high powered milking too, its got to shoot out into the audience,” Anne slipped in there. I guess she was willing to ad lib so long as I was the one who would feel it.“Make her eyes bigger, her face will look smaller and cuter, oh and big eyelashes too,” I added, just rolling with the punches.“Oh and,” Anne started to say.“Enough already, just, just stop,” Liz held her head in her hands. “Come on then, we don’t have time to waste!” Anne grabbed one of her hands, and I grabbed the other, as we dragged her back towards the front desk. She was a little slow but it didn’t take long to get her to the main club area. “Hey Jen!” I shouted, seeing her near the bar, talking to Bill and a couple people I didn’t know, “Get this cat a cup of coffee, to go!” The bartender must have heard, because before we even left the bar area Elizabeth had a plastic cup of hot coffee ready and waiting for her. I noticed Lindsay and Claire at a table next the exit, giving us the stink eye. I stuck my tongue out at them. We showed Liz back to what I call the ‘transformation room’ with plenty of time to spare. I even got another drink in me before we had to make it back onstage.*Standing backstage was a little easier, with half of the people gone things didn’t seem as bad. Of course, now nobody was making small talk. They only spoke to their partners. Even then I didn’t hear much conversation going on. Dan and Lin were still fooling around, standing side stage. Raymond and Amanda were sitting in front of the monitor, they looked kind of casual, even dressed up like that. Wait, wasn’t Amanda the one wearing the leather? Claire and Lindsay were just standing around, talking about movies. God I wanted to hit them, they just had to be so nonchalant.“Okay everyone, big news!” the stage director walked over, holding a computer pad. “The order of the acts will be in this order, first will be Linwe and Dan, and be on time for this act instead of fooling around puh lease! After that we will move onto Amanda and Raymond, make sure that your…contraption or whatever you want to call it, is working. Then it will be Claire and Lindsay, oh my,” he said, looking at Lindsay, “If you two girls can fit everything on stage that is.” He laughed effeminately. I couldn’t count how many people rolled their eyes. “And rounding out the back will be Anne and Julie, you cute little ragamuffins.”“Alright, alright, it’s about to start, Dan, Linwe, you two are up!” he said. Geez, he seemed more on top of things for this act. Like he was actually directing the stage or something. “Ladies and gentlemen and futanaris, boys and girls of all ages, creatures of all shapes and sizes, we welcome you to the second round of the second annual Club Vanilla talent show! Before the round begins, we would humbly remind you to be supportive of the actors and actresses. Everyone here has worked doubly hard to get a second performance ready for you tonight. Also, please remember you that you, the audience are going to determine who wins this competition, so be sure to really cheer on your favorite competitors!” he announced bombastically. “Oh, and just one last thing, the first ten rows are in the splash zone, so you may get wet, with what I can’t say,” he winked and grinned, not garnering the same laughter he had the first time. “Our first couple for the second round is Dan and Linwe, their performance is entitled, ‘Tentacle Shower room,’” said the impresario before taking a bow and walking off stage.The holographic projector had already recreated the shower room, it looked like a stereotypical male fantasy. There was the locker room on one end, complete with the red lockers. I could see the fake shower running on the other side. Of course, there was nothing in between the stalls. It was just three shower heads spraying water straight down. Because all guys know that women shower naked together, with no curtains, right? Linwe was standing outside, tapping her white tennis sneaker clad foot impatiently outside of the shower room. She was wearing red and white, and not much of it on the skimpy uniform. “Oh tentacle monster,” she sighed, her arms crossed. “Why do you make me wait? I want be with you now!”She paced around in a circle, staring at the shower room. “That first day I was so afraid, but it was so good at the same time. For so long I did not know how to feel about it. But I do not think that you are a monster. I think that you are just lonely. Like me.”She leaned down and untied her shoes, kicking them off. She must have lost her socks, she wasn’t wearing them. Or maybe they were wet back in the real shower room. She continued to pace around the holographic, her foot even passing through it at least once from what I could see. She tried to look like she was angry or upset or something, it looked more like she was trying to hold from passing gas.She sighed, and pulled off her top, much to the adulation of the crowd. I could see her staring at the shower, longingly, she looked like a puppy missing her chew toy. She buried her hand in her face. Was she…actually trying to act? It almost worked, her physical acting was better than her verbal at least.She looked bored as she undid her cranberry bra, exposing the pale, white skin of her breasts and her nipples, already hard. I don’t think I’d ever put bored and undid her bra in a sentence about Lin before now. She grabbed one shoulder strap and pulled the other back, aiming it into the audience before she shot it off. She broke character for a second, smiling at the group fighting over the souvenir. She unzipped her cheerleading skirt and let it drop to the floor. It wasn’t hiding much anyway, you could see her panties from the get go. I had seen her picture on her ID card, she was a bit overweight outside of the club, and had more zits than I could count. But up here on stage she was the svelte and skinny Linwe. And she was cute, standing up there on stage. I still like her ears, it feels so weird to touch them in real life, like long pointy fingers attached to her head. They parted her hair so nicely, it really made her look cute, walking around in just her panties.“Oh tentacle monster, you do not go to the other girls. No you just come to me. I asked, all of them have boyfriends, or girlfriends. But I am the only one who is alone,” Lin lamented. It was so weird, it was like she was trying to act, but she still talked without using contractions, it was like, kindergarten plays or something. “Alone, just like you are alone. But we do not have to be alone, please tentacle monster, come with me and we can be…together.”She pulled down her panties, one foot at a time. I rolled my eyes as she held up the wet spot to the audience, and then drew them up to her nose. Same old Linwe. She slingshot them into the crowd too, but the elastic wasn’t nearly as strong, and didn’t make it past the first row. Se actually giggled when the landed on some woman’s face. Well it was pretty funny when she held it over her head like a trophy. I wondered if she was keeping it to wear or as a prize.Lin walked into the shower, looking at the showerheads. “Oh tentacle monster, puh-lease come out and play with me!” she pouted, walking to a stall and started to ape the motions of washing herself. She spent considerable time rubbing her breasts and ass, bouncing and swaying for the audience. “See? I’m nice and clean!”When Dan didn’t come onto the stage she moved to the next shower stall. “Oh no, here I am alone and vul-ner-a-ble, if some monster, some tentacle monster, were to come I could not defend myself.” She looked around expectantly, the crowd started to laugh at her acting. She sighed again, but to be picked up on the mic she had to huff really loud. She went over to the last stall, and just dropped down on her knees. I thought she was gonna fall but it must have been planned. She sat down on her naked, pale white bum, resting her hands on her knees and her chin on her hands. It must have been unpleasant on the hardwood. The audience was hooting, they could see her snatch between her legs, and of course she spread them open a bit more. She knew how to play for the crowd at least.The crowd started to roar and cheer as one of Dan’s tentacles slithered onstage. Lin didn’t acknowledge it, even though she was watching it since the crowd began to cheer. The tentacle tapped one of her bare feet.“Oh tentacle monster, your back!” she said, falling forward on her knees to hug the tentacle. I was so afraid she would start making out with it again, I don’t know if I’d have the stomach for that. Thankfully she just hugged it, like a kid hugging a teddy bear.“I thought you did not like me Tenty, I hope you do not mind if I call you Tenty. I just missed you so much,” she said, actually one of the first times she seemed to act well. At least with her mouth open.“Oh Tenty, I think I am starting to love you, if I could I would marry you!” she said. Dan’s tentacle froze, and began to pull back at the notion of marriage. I laughed along with everyone else, even Anne cracked a smile, and she had been a miser when anyone else was on the stage.“Oh no Tenty, please do not get scared away!” the svelte elf crawled on her hands and knees towards the tentacle, giving the audience a nice view of her round bottom and a peek of her pink slit. She did look good from that angle, I had to admit. She leaned back on her legs before diving after the tentacle, it was pretty funny when she landed on her stomach, hands empty.Another tentacle crept from behind her, tapping her on the back. This one she didn’t miss. She turned quickly and tackled it, like a linebacker. “I got you, now I am not going to let you go again!” she announced, sitting with the tentacle between her legs. She rubbed it between her breasts, wiping the dark green tentacle on her already erect nipples. She licked the tip of it, this one had a penis head, and looked like it was dripping precum, or whatever it was he dripped. Then she mashed it against her breasts, leaving them coated in their slick juices.“Oh come on Tenty, where’s the rest of you?” she asked, grabbing the tentacle like a rope. She kept moving her hands up and down it, like she was climbing Olympus Mons. Instead of her walking to him, Dan’s large figure squirmed and wiggled onstage. “There you are Tenty! What took you so long?” she asked, hugging him like a teddy bear. “I have been waiting forever!”Dan’s appendages swirled around, a mass of writhing and creeping tentacles. Unlike their first scene, this one was tenderer. Lin didn’t seem to try to do the same ‘Oh no I’m a cheerleader being raped’ act, thank god. I don’t know if I could have stood a whole new act of that. Lin sat back on the tentacles like a chair, her head leaning back into the…head? I don’t know what to call the central mass of body where his eyes were, and all of his tentacles sprouted from. But she sat against it, and let the tentacles do their work.And work they did. Two tentacles grabbed onto each of her legs, spreading the limbs to the max. With a bit of tentacle magic she was doing the splits! Her legs were pulled, spread apart from each other like a straight line. The audience hooted and hollered at her flexibility. Or maybe they were appreciating the unfettered view of her body. The cameraman was certainly zooming in on it. The monitor backstage that was tied into the jumobotron viewer showed it in three beautiful dimensions.Tentacles slid over her body. Two over her shoulders wrapped themselves around her breasts. The long appendages grasped onto them, lifting and separating her tits, bouncing them up and down. Two small feelers wrapped around the larger ones, they looked kind of nice, for tentacle art. The endings on the feelers opened up, displaying hissing snakelike forked tongues. They didn’t hiss at the audience long, their thin tongues wrapped around the nipples like her breasts, with the forked tongues constantly bashing against the tip of her nipples. Lin’s head looked down, some of the hair fell over her long hair. Dan’s tentacles lifted and held them back, what a sweetie. Two fat tentacles slithered from under her, resting each of her thighs. They had tons of long, thin tendrils, and I think they had hooks on them, or something. Whatever they were, they all shot out, each one latching onto her dainty, pink pussy lips. They tugged at the two tiny labia, further exposing her wet, dripping sex to the crowd. Strands of thick succus started to flow down, dripping in between her exposed ass crack.Either it was good planning or just good luck, because that was where Dan’s tentacles moved again. Five tentacles no bigger than my pinky finger moved in, each starting from a different point they all amassed outside the small puckered anal entrance. Two came from over her hips, two from under, and one wiggled in right from up the crack of her ass. They looked like the points of an upside down star as the crept closer and closer, riding up on her thighs. They latched on, I couldn’t see if they had the same hooked tendrils or not, even with the intense zoomed in view. Then they pulled, gradually tugging the outer ring of entrance to her porta. Maybe its good that she was in the shower, I don’t want to imagine if she hadn’t.Another tendril lifted from over her shoulder, this small one slithered across her flesh like a snake. Over her breasts, down her stomach, until it stopped right above her pubic mound. Of course she was shaved, I’d be surprised to see a pubic hair, hell any hair on her body. The tendril stopped, and pointed its head towards the audience, showing a tooth filled mouth. I don’t think anyone in the audience wondered where this was going. It moved quick, like a snake, and found its prey, biting down on her clit. At least I guess, it’s kind of hard to see it on the monitor. It wiggled and tugged against her clit, like it was trying to break free. Whatever it was doing, Lin certainly enjoyed it. She wasn’t that good of an actress. I almost covered my ears hearing her cry in pleasure. “Oh, take me Tenty, please, I can’t wait any longer!” the Elven cheerleader pleaded. She was at her best when she didn’t act. “Take me, please!”Dan took his cue, and more tentacles began moving. The strong tentacles grasping onto her legs cut her slack, before bending them behind her head. Her ears still managed to stay on top. Then, the real show began. A dozen tentacles, around the girth of a penis and slimy with precum squirmed their way towards her pussy, lining up outside of it. One of them decided to be the leader, and pushed onward into her. It went deep inside, squiggling around wildly inside of her. The tentacle exited, slick with her fluids and slithered towards her face, coating her lips with the juice before pushing it’s way down her throat, no doubt to Lin’s enjoyment. Her face was shiny with the slime and her pussy juice, glistening under the spotlight.The second tentacle followed the first one, once again penetrating her deeply and collecting juices, this one slathered it onto her breasts and nipples, which must be starting to get a little sore by now. It went back and dipped it’s pen in her ink again, this time following it’s brother tentacle, side by side deep in her throat. I might have gagged at having two cock sized things rubbing down my throat but apparently it worked for her. They weren’t simply penetrating her mouth, she was easily deep throating the two tentacles! Because they were more pliable than a cock they could go much farther, hell it looked like they might be halfway down her stomach!The next three tentacles decided to be impatient, and three four and five all penetrated her wet box quickly and just as far as the others did, at least from what we could see. They pulled out, showing the audience some of the enticing juice collected. Then they moved down, and entered into her tight looking backside, the three of them pushed into her small but gaping asshole, filling it with the girth of three cocks tied together, if that makes any sense. It was like bundling three cock size tentacles and forcing them up her tiny backdoor.The other half dozen or so tentacles waiting in line all aimed at her open and vulnerable sex, still wet with juice. Then one pushed in, I could see Lin liked it from the look on her face, thank goodness we couldn’t hear it. However just as quickly as it penetrated, it retreated. Then another tentacle did the same, filling her in one quick motion and pulling out a moment later. The remaining tentacles did the same action, until each was dripping with her juices.Once they were all wet they banded together. I guess it looked like a bundle of sticks, if all of the sticks looked like cocks. The tentacles absolutely hammered Lin’s body, entering her tiny orifice with enough power to send her sliding back almost a foot on Dan’s tentacles. He stopped for a moment, I wondered what that telepathic conversation was like. Must have been fine, because all of the tentacles started moving again. The seven tentacles inside of her sex made a bulge in her stomach, it looked like a two liter bottle protruding from her belly. It kept being pushed further and further with his driving thrusts. The tentacles fucking her ass weren’t going easy by any means, even if they were smaller. It looked like it was as thick as a baseball bat. But more importantly, the three cocks must have been filling her a foot at a time, at least. Thank god he makes his own precum, but that still must be as tight as hell. Still I never got how she could get off by being filled so deeply.She had a dozen tentacles plowing into her at all times, and watching her body I bet she would have wanted more. There was so much action going on, three cocks going in and out of her bum, all spreading the once tight, and soon to be again no doubt, orifice to the limits. Seven tentacles were filling her pussy with fantastic power. The two huge cocks hammering in and out of her throat barely left any room for air, but it didn’t seem to stop her. Her breasts were flying up and down, tethered by the tiny tendrils connected to her teats.I noticed the two cocks inside of her mouth start to pull away, and I had an idea of what was coming next. I had to expect it from the two of them, the huge, splashy money shot. To not have it would be a let down.Tentacles swarmed under Lin, all of them seemed to be repositioning themselves around her. I know that Dan had said before that he had a thousand tentacles, and all of the unoccupied ones seemed to be lining up. Her body shook and bounced against his tentacles, the seven still pumping away at her honey pot and the three pounding her ass, the tentacle glued to her clit, the two playing with her breasts, and the two working her nipples the entire time. The rest of the tentacles had lined up around her, except for a small opening, allowing the audience and cameraman to get their views. Then it happened. Each tentacle cock began to fire off a massive load of cum all over, literally coating her entire body with his white sperm. I could begin to get the smell of his patented cinnamon sticky bun flavored cum fill my nostrils. Lin was barely recognizable, it was everywhere. Her mouth, her face, her hair, all of her legs and arms, and her stomach were plastered with his white stuff. Then Lin shrieked and cried out in orgasm, and stupid me, I forgot to plug my ears. I just dealt with it. She was shaking in ecstasy, her eyes rolled in the back of her head. Entangled in the tentacles as she was she didn’t have to do much besides just keep riding, and that she did. It was like a dog shaking off rainwater, the way her trembling body shed the cum, not that there was any shortage of it.Then I looked at her stomach, at first I couldn’t notice it. Being covered in cum was enough to hide it for a while, but Lin’s stomach was inflating, no doubt with his cum. But it wasn’t just a little bit of cum inflating her either. It was being blown up like Lindsay’s tits, way over the top. But Dan’s tentacles didn’t seem to stop, they just keep going at her, and she kept shrieking as she enjoyed her orgasm.Lin’s body looked like it would overflow, it was amazing. The elf’s stomach, which had been svelte and skinny only minutes ago was enormous, it looked like she was nine months pregnant with octuplets! The rest of her body was tiny, but her belly was bloated and…throbbing? It looked like it was quivering or something. Dan’s tentacles wrapped themselves around her baby bump and covered it up. All of the different kinds of tentacles wrapped around her tummy, large, medium, small, even the tiny little gossamer strands, including the various tentacle heads, mouths, teeth, feeler, and cock. It looked like a tentacle mosaic, like new thought art.“Oh Tenty you filled me up so much, oh god I feel so full,” she cried, rubbing the tentacles on top of her. She waved her stomach around slightly. I remembered when she did it for me, her stomach felt like a jug of water that was almost full. But she wasn’t nearly as big back then as she was now!“Oh! Tenty, I, I think I feel something kick! Oh, my god. Oh my god. Oh my god!” Lin cried out. “I, I think I am, ooh, I think I am gonna be a mommy real soon!” What the hell did that mean?Her stomach rumbled, it was pulsating. She spread her legs even more, if that were possible. I watched with rapt anticipation. She continued to groan, I don’t know if she was trying to sound in labor, but she was obviously in the throes of pleasure. The tentacles in her ass pulled out one at a time, and a mini torrent of his juices spilled forth. Even after that brutal pounding, the tentacles holding up her backdoor showed a small entrance, she wasn’t stretched out an inch. Well there are those magic nanos for you. Then the tentacles in her pussy began to pull out. One by one they withdrew, until there was only one left. The last tentacle drew out slowly, holding the head of the cock like the girl with her finger in the dyke. When if finally pulled out, a thick squirt of cum shot into the audience, hitting a few people in the face. It looked like a champagne bottle, popping the first pressurized contents at first and then dulling down. The rest of the cum started to leak out, it was someone had poked a milk carton with a hole. The cum just kept pouring and pouring out, covering Dan’s tentacles and leaking through the seams and gushing onto the stage floor. I’m glad I wasn’t a stagehand. “OH, OH, I can feel it push!” Lin shouted. I peered in with the audience and saw…what? What the hell is that? I had no idea what the hell it was. It was something I don’t think I had ever seen before. It looked like…a tentacle. But not just a tentacle, a tentacle coming out of Lin’s body that wasn’t attached to Dan whatsoever. “Oh just ONE…MORE…PUSH!” she shrieked, this time I thankfully plugged up my ears to protect them from the cacophony, heh never thought I’d use that word. Even with my fingers in my ears I could still hear it, thanks to the PA.I looked up, finally after she had finished. Everyone had a confused look on their face, I was trying to find out why.Then I saw Lin, still covered in sweat and sperm kneeling in a pool of cum right in front of Dan. She was holding up a tentacle to the audience, like she was offering up a sacrifice. It must have been that tentacle that…came out of her?“Oh Tenty, I am a mommy now! And you are a daddy! That is great, look at your son, oh Tenty Jr. is just so cute,” Lin took…Tenty Jr. …in her arms lovingly, like a child. She wiped thick gobs of Dan’s cum off of one end of it, and laid a big kiss on one end of it. But the creepy thing is that it actually moved! It was like some kind of science fiction prop or something they used to use back before computer graphics. “Now we have to get married, you can not be a deadbeat daddy,” She reasoned as she continued to dote on Tenty Jr. Dan’s entire body began to slick back offstage silently. He was almost offstage before he ‘accidentally’ thumped a tentacle hard on the stage floor.“Hey!” Lin said, turning around to the last appendages of Dan’s body as he approached us side stage. “You gotta take care of your son! Or is it your daughter?” she asked the giggling audience before running off towards the side of the stage. The curtains closed a moment after, but one of them was dragged through the mess…how do you even clean giant theater curtains? Do you even clean them?“Ladies and gentlemen and futanaris, creatures of all shapes and sizes, what do you think? Does ‘Tentacle Shower room’ get to advance to the final round?” The impresario asked, lord knows he would need to buy the stagehands plenty of time.“Oh wow, that’s a good idea, I’m sure childbirth will really get them to the next level,” Anne said sarcastically. “Did they even leave an inch of clean floor for the rest of us?”“Hey, I thought it was kinda funny, you even smiled there,” I don’t know why I wound up playing the good cop every time. Or why I even bothered.“Yeah, yeah. They still can’t win,” she grumbled, looking away.“Beat that, little girls,” Lin stretched, covering spreading the drying cum on her body.“What is…that? Uh, that Tenty Jr. thing?” I asked, pointing at the thing. “Oh, just a little something that Dan whipped up,” Lin sounded bored, and handed the gooey wet…thing off to me.“It’s actually an animatronic simulation of a tentacle, with eight hydraulic pumps it can simulate realistic movement. The pumps are pressure sensitive, so they can react to the smallest movement of the hands, and,” Dan’s telepathic voice boomed in our heads.“Boring, I’m going to go to the shower,” footsteps of her cum made tracks for Lin. “Ok. Well if you look on the underside of the tentacle, you can see,” Dan started to broadcast once again, interrupted again.“I’m going to the shower,” Lin announced once again. “And I could use someone with big, strong tentacles to get that spot I can’t get myself, if you know what I mean?”“Oh, ok,” I think Dan telepathically sighed. I held Tenty Jr. out for him, and he wrapped a tendril around it, before heading down the hallway towards Lin. “Poor Dan, I'd feel sorry for him if he didn't have what he wants most,” Anne stared at the floor.“Huh?” I think my look probably conveyed my confusion.“The way that girl treats him, like he’s a walking pile of dicks. Well, not walking. But, you can’t pick out the ones you love,” Anne looked at me. “And he could have it worse.”I didn’t know how to respond to that, I guess I never thought about the two that way. Dan had just seemed like a really nice guy. Even though Linwe was always a sexpot, I never thought there was anything wrong with their relationship.“How long is it going to take to set that infernal contraption up?” The stage director asked one of the stagehands.“Look pal, we’re getting there, okay? It just, y’know, takes a little bit of time to do it right. It’s not my fault Mr. Tentacle there covered the floor with a couple of gallons of whatever that is, okay? I got my boys all working to clean up dat mess first, otherwise it’s a slipping hazard. Someone slips, breaks their back, we all loses our insurance, the place gets sued, and they win. So we gotta work smart here. You try to get my men moving on a wet surface and we gotta write up a workplace grievance, and get that whole motion in action. Then next time you can’t hire anyone to do this little song and dance routine, and if you try to get scabs we’ll picket, I’m sure that would make the news real good. You want to start that buddy? Or you want to let me and my men do the job they’re paid to do?” The stagehand browbeat the stage director down, it was actually pretty amusing.“All I asked was how long is it going to take?” The stage director seemed to break character, actually sounding normal, like he wasn’t putting on a stereotypically gay act.“Look, we almost got the floor finished up, and the machine is loaded on the lift,” He pointed towards the Impresario, who was still up there, going on and on buying more time, “Let mouthy there keep the audience busy, give us another couple of minutes, ok?”“What is hell is that thing?” I asked to no one in particular, pointing towards some big something, under a sheet. It looked like an invention waiting to be unveiled. “Oh, that’s Tommy, the interrogation device,” Amanda came up beside me. “Thank god we won, do you have any idea what a pain that would have been to drag it from home and back? We had to rent a truck, and they’re making us do it for two days, because we have to keep it overnight.”“What if you didn’t make it to the second act?” I asked, not trying to sound rude. But it was an awful lot of expense and trouble, just on the chance that you could win. I started to wonder if there was a pile of props that weren’t going to be used, since half of the losers weren’t gonna use them. Thank goodness the only change between scenes for us had been, well, our bodies. And that wasn’t even the plan until around an hour ago.“I don’t know, I guess we would have to just haul it back. Would have been home in time for the news too I guess,” Amanda shrugged. “Just had this feeling that we would at least get to the second round, you know? I don’t really care about winning, but I just want to get up on that thing, and let everyone see me,” she smiled. “I’ve been up on that thing a hundred times, but for people to see me? That’s been my fantasy for a while, and now I get to actually do it!”“Yeah, but uh, don’t you, I mean couldn’t you have just done it for the first act?” it was kind of weird, the other contestants didn’t want to talk about it. Come to think of it, I don’t think that I’ve ever really talked to a BSDM person before. At least that I knew about. I talked to that vampire Renee once but it wasn’t really about BSDM.“Well, Ray wanted to have his way, he wanted to be seen too. He doesn’t need to worry about marks like I do,” she smiled wickedly. “Besides it was a timed round, and I need to take my time on this bad boy. And so does he, he’s such a smooth operator. And I did win the coin toss. Oh, I’ve got to get ready.”“Break a leg,” I offered, trying to be polite at least.“Oh thanks, you too,” she said, walking towards Ray. She just let her robe drop where it was showing her naked body. Then she turned around to let him lock both her hands and feet up in handcuffs. “All right, all right, it is time for you two!” The stage director pushed them lightly from behind, he didn’t seem to have the same problem touching his backside as he did hers. Although he was wearing clothes. “Your on in just a min-ute!”“Don’t encourage them,” Loli Annie said disapprovingly. She looked like she was pouting. I didn’t bother arguing, it wasn’t worth the effort, and I did want to see this act. Besides, it was usually easier to let her just win.The Impresario appeared to be relieved that they were ready to start the next act. The audience didn’t seem to be that interested in his satirical views on recent interplanetary politics. “Our next couple is Amanda and Raymond, their performance is entitled, ‘Futanari Authority,’” said the Impresario before taking a bow and walking off stage. That, what did she call it, interrogation device?…Tommy? Whatever it was, it was sitting in the middle of the stage, with the sheet still covering it. The holographic projector was creating the image of one boring room. The walls were a dull grey paint atop of stone. There was a mirror, but with the holographic projector it wasn’t going to be a two way mirror, or even a one way mirror. I guess if it’s an interrogation device, it must be like some kind of cell or interrogation chamber, or something. It kind of looked like it, but it looked too much like a cell. Like some kind of movie cliché. Prison cells hadn’t looked like that in hundreds of years.“Bring in the spy!” Raymond said. He was standing on one side of the stage, but it was weird. It wasn’t just the Martian Information Agency uniform that was weird, it was the fact he was wearing clothes. I might have been confused beforehand, but I’m getting desensitized to it all. Two plus hours ago he was being fucked in the ass by a futanari and eating the cum out of a dog bowl. Now he was wearing a navy blue suit with a white shirt, black shoes, and a red tie, and was totally in charge. And the monocle was a nice touch, might as well go all the way. I half expected a germen accent.Amanda stumbled in, the only thing she wore were shackles around her arms and legs. She was still a futanari, and I admired her ability to keep it down as she bumbled towards him, naked there onstage.“Well my sweet little Earth spy, it seems you weren’t so clever after all. To think you were able to evade us for those few days,” Raymond said derisively.“Years, I spent years fighting your oppression!” Amanda announced proudly.“So you say. How did you sleep?” Raymond asked, showing a brown leather riding crop to the audience, before hitting his gloved hand. “Any night forced to choke under the oppression of Mars pales in comparison to the sweet freedom on mother Earth!” Amanda shouted, spitting on the floor. The audience whooped it up. Nothing worked quite so well as whipping up some pro Earth propaganda.“I see, well those nights are at an end. You’ll never get to see your precious Earth again. Now I’ll ask you again, what are the codes?” He placed the crop under her chin, lifting her face to eye level.“I wouldn’t tell you in a million years. Earth forever! Mars never!” she chanted the slogan of the popular anti Mars group, once again garnering some cheers from the audience. “We shall see my sweet little spy. We shall see. Perhaps you will reconsider, after a bout on one of our little interrogation tools,” he grinned lecherously, yanking the sheet off. This all read like something out of a bad movie. But they were playing to the audience, which made them so dangerous to me and Anne winning.The spotlight shone on the thing, it was…I don’t know how to describe it. First there was a kind of seat, but it was leaning backward, so that whoever sat on it would be giving us a good view, especially considering Amanda’s nakedness. Then there were all of these attachments, but they were all folded down. All I could make out were phallic objects. Of course, what else would there be? GPS? Teddy bears? A soda machine?“Please, would you take a seat?” he pointed with his riding crop, like some cartoon villain.“Don’t suppose I have much of a choice, do I?” she asked coolly.“No, get up there. Now!” he said, cracking the whip on her toes. Amanda stumbled towards the device and got atop of it by herself. I would have probably fallen flat on my face with my hands and feet chained up like that. Raymond pulled two extending plastic attachments, they looked like padded arm rests. Well public sex or no, comfort would be nice. Opening the handcuffs, he latched her wrists onto the plastic attachments, stretching her arms out as far as they could to either side with some kind of strap. There was literally no slack. He moved two of the leg attachments, they unfolded like stirrups at the gynecologist, legs spread and bent at the knees, visible for easy access. He then undid the handcuffs on her feet, and locked her ankles on the attachment.God I’m not into that, but it was pretty arousing, seeing a futa locked up like that, open and exposed, like anyone could come and take her. With all of those attachments, god I can only imagine what’s coming next.“Sure you don’t want to confess now, before it becomes painful?” he asked, running his crop around her thighs, it looked “Everything about Mars is painful!” she shouted defiantly.“Well, then who am I to disappoint?” he sneered. His whip moved faster than I could see, leaving red marks across her body. But he was focused on her chest, I could see welts forming on her breasts, especially around her hard nipples! He had even broken the skin in a couple places, not more than a paper cut but still OW! I grabbed my own chest to protect it, just watching the scene gave me a chill down my spine. “Well, still staying quiet?” he held the crop to her lips, forcing it inside of her mouth, making her taste the blood and skin on it! Yuck. “I’ll never tell, I don’t care how much pain you try to hurt me with!” she announced, ever resilient. “My my, you show such resolve. But your body betrays you, look at your nipples, just a minute with my whip and they yearn for more attention,” he said, pulling her nipples with his index finger and thumb, and yanking them out from her body. My chill became even worse. Was I so sympathetic towards him when he was the slave, er, sub, uh, whatever? Or do I just care more about her because of her gender?“Not to mention downstairs, all you Earth chicks are easy, just a little attention, and your cock is hard, and your pussy wet. Well, we have ways of making you talk,” he said as he pulled out a pretty mean looking dildo. It was long, about a foot or so I’d guess, kind of hard to tell from a distance, but big enough. It looked about as thick as a cucumber, and it was covered in ridges. I don’t I wouldn’t something like that in me. He showed it to the audience, then to her. Flicking a switch, it turned out to be a vibrator. He placed it down next to her legs, just inches from her.He reached down and grabbed another dildo, this one was skinnier but still pretty intimidating. It looked like a series of balls. It started with small, marble sized ones at the tip, gradually gaining both size and girth down to the bottom ball that looked about the size of a lime. Each ball had big round ridges. I had heard of some women using anal beads before, but I didn’t especially like anal sex that much. Well, I enjoyed being the one fucking, not fucked. He placed it next to the vibrator, still buzzing away inches from Amanda’s body. I could hear the strange clacking sound of plastic on plastic.Then he pulled it down towards something around her knees. It took me a minute to figure out what it was. It was some kind of piston device, lined up below her seat. It was protected behind a see through case. I guess considering everything you could lose a finger in there…or something else…He had to lift the thing with a crank. Then he took the vibrator and dildo and attached them onto it. I figured out what he was going to do before he lined them up via another cranking. What else would he do?“Well, we’ll see just how quiet you manage to stay, with this machine,” he flicked a button on it, comically oversized of course. I jumped a little in my skin as the machine booted up with a loud throm, becoming silent just a moment after. The vibrator and dildo began to penetrate into Amanda, alternating one and then the other. I could hear the vibrator hum outside of her, then fall silent as it filled her, in one swift motion. The dildo in her ass moved at a slightly slower pace, and even though it wasn’t as thick, it was almost as long, and the flared base must have hurt like a bitch. It looked thicker than Liz’s cock when we had anal sex.Amanda bit on her lip, I don’t know if it was good acting or if the machines were working. The slow repetitive motion looked agonizing, it looked like being fucked by a slow metronome. It took like fifteen seconds to actually complete one fucking motion. Her cock seemed to jump near her body with each inward thrust of the machine, and pulled back down with each retreat. Finally she let out a whimper, it sounded like a dog begging for a bone. I don’t think I could be that degraded.“Oh, I’m sorry my dear, how foolish of me, I forgot to turn the machine up. It’s just on the first level,” he moved a dial, again comically oversized. The machine jumped into the next gear, picking up the pace. It still didn’t seem that quick. I counted ten seconds in each complete motion, but I could see the difference in Amanda’s body. The camera zoomed into her snatch from above, her vibrator was dripping with juices. Long sticky strands of fluid dribbled down onto the anal dildo…did she even have any lube? I didn’t see any, oh god that must hurt like hell. But maybe that’s the point…? I don’t know.“Well, let’s try this,” he turned the dial again, letting her writhe on the machine for a couple seconds before turning it once more. Now it was only five seconds for each round, that’s getting fucked twelve times a minute in both holes! She couldn’t silence the moans if she wanted to. High pitched squeals of passion filled the theater. She looked close, like she was going to cum any minute now.Then the machine died, leaving her right on the edge. It powered down, and Raymond sneered to the audience, god did he have a shit eating grin on. “Oh, is that how you’re going to get me to talk?” she asked. I admired her commitment to the scene, I don’t know how long I could have dealt with that. It’s hard enough with Anne sucking me off. “You’re going to stop me from cumming?”“No, no, don’t be foolish,” he reached down and grabbed three long…somethings, attachments I guess. I could see as he bent down that he was sporting a hard on of his own. “I was getting so caught up in the show you put on I forgot about the rest of you. First thing’s first.”He grabbed one of the attachments and held it up to the audience. It looked like half a clear plastic melon, carved out, with a tube connected to it. One glance and I knew right where it was going. I still don’t know if that’s a good or bad thing. But he hooked the first pump to her closest breast, then the other. The plastic was easy to see through, I could make out her nipples poking into the hose. “And we can’t forget Mr. Winky down there,” Ray grabbed his whip and lifted her cock with it. The thing had been ignored the entire time, and looked like it was throbbing just from any attention. The first scene she had balls, now it looked like she was going with the really long clit, like me. I had heard some people call it freeballing, sounded appropriate. He took the other attachment, it looked like a… Well, guys call it a pocket pussy...don’t as me how I knew that. But it was attached to a hose, and had a strap that he connected around her waist. It too was made out of see through plastic, and as he slipped it over her cock I could see just about every inch of it. Every shade of red and purple, even the veins.“Now, to answer your question, I’m not going to stop you from cumming. No, no, quite the opposite, I’m going to let you cum just as much as you want. The beauty of the machine is that there are tiny holes in each the dildo and the vibrator, which will constantly fill your body up with lubricant. This means that you can go on for hours and hours at a time, days even. And you can stop me, just as soon as you tell me the code. Oh and by the way, all of the components are tied into the rest if the machine. And we’ve only seen the first four levels, want to try for ten? I’ve heard that has left some women as mindless fuck sluts. Of course, they were Earth girls, they were probably just sluts beforehand anyway. We just finally found the machine they needed to fulfill their wishes,” he scoffed. The audience booed, and I almost joined in before realizing it would improve their score.“Well let’s see. Oh, almost forgot,” he grabbed a circular bit of plastic, it had a little black leather strap on the back. He placed the O shaped ring into her mouth, forcing her lips open, before wrapping the black strap around her head. But how the hell is she going to tell him the codes? I mean, come on, that’s a big gaping plot hole. I call bullshit on that. Oh well like it mattered.He turned the dial, three or four times and the machine began to go into action. Her breasts were being pumped, every few seconds I watched them lifted, pulled away from her body by the breast pump. After a few pumps I could see the unmistakable white fluid being pumped from her breasts. But the strange thing was that it was being sucked out, but where was it going? The hose just led around to the bottom of the machine. Still just judging from the sheer volume of milk being sucked out, she must have a ton of milk in her breasts, even if they weren’t that huge. Long strands of pearly white milk drained with each sucking motion of her breast. Not nearly as nice as Anne I would imagine.Even stranger was the plastic cylinder that was thrusting up and down. Her cock was beet red, probably sore as all hell. I would be after all of the attention to the rest of my body, and none of it there. But the plastic pussy just bobbed up and down on it, like it had a mind of it’s own or something. If I did have a little loli to do that, I might try one of those machines. Still, if they use it outside of the club…is that for Ray?The dildo and vibe combo had picked up their speed as well, they were starting to go fast. They weren’t even leaving her body, instead they were just pulling out to the edge before jack hammering back in. Still the machine ran so quietly, besides her moans I could only hear the sounds of the vibrations humming. It seemed to become stronger and louder with each level. Initially it seemed to just buzz lightly, now it sounded louder than a back massager, far louder than any vibe I’ve ever had. Amanda screamed aloud, her body was struggling to shake against the bonds as she came. She could barely wiggle an inch, except for her breasts. They bobbed and bounced as she came, the milking machines still attached. I thought she was going to break a strap, her body seemed to pull and tug like she was caught in a bear trap. She was sweating like crazy, no wonder with her whole body getting all that stimulation. I could see the white cum shoot up into the plastic cock pump as she groaned aloud in pleasure. It also drained away through a small tube. The milk started to flow quicker too, the tips of her nipples were longer and reached almost an inch into the pumps. But where was it all going?“You see my sweet little Earth spy, I wasn’t bluffing. I’m not here to deny you your pleasure, god knows you can’t keep an Earth girl from cumming,” he grinned lecherously to the audience. “No use with that. Instead I’m going to let you cum. I do enjoy it actually. Forced to cum over and over and over again, until your give me the codes!” his riding crop outlined her body, it was giving me the creeps.Ray watched with glee for a while, then turned the dial up. The machines again picked up their pace, pummeling her body even harder than before. She kept groaning, her voice was hoarse, or maybe it was just the gag forcing her lips open. Her body was dripping sweat, it looked like she had just run a marathon during a heat stroke. That wasn’t the only fluids dripping from her body. Her breasts continued to be milked, even though they looked dry. Only a few drops at a time were sucked out, but the machines were sucking her nipples rawer, lifting her breasts, suspending them entirely from the areolas. She seemed to climax like a mad woman, I could see why she liked this little machine. The only way to tell her orgasms was from her cock. But each orgasm brought less fluid pumping from the throbbing red thing, she must be literally running out of cum. I don’t even know if it was sex anymore, her body looked raw, chapped, and chaffed all over. But the machines never relented, not one bit. Instead they picked up, and began to run even faster. The dildo and vibe combo were moving with a blinding speed, a pool of her sweaty sexual juices formed just under the crack of her ass. There was probably plenty of lube there too, it dripped around her heart shaped buns and onto the floor of the stage. The penis pump had matched its pace, the purple head and red shaft were being beaten off quicker than a fifteen year old with morning wood. God I hope for her sake it was lubed. Ray turned the dial down, and the machine returned back to its first level. After seeing it in real motion, it looked like it was dead back at this speed.“Hungry?” Ray asked, reaching down. He picked up two bags with about a quart of white fluid apiece, I’m guessing it was milk. There was a tube connected on it and it was the same type as on her breast pumps. Then there was a smaller third bag, the fluid in this one was thicker and had a slightly off white color to it, and I don’t think I’m jumping to much of a conclusion to say that it’s probably cum. Each bag had another plastic tube connected to it, tied off with some kind of clip, it looked like the heavy duty alligator clips we use at the office, for the rare occasions we need to actually print things on paper. He grabbed this attachment to the machine and lifted it up. He hooked each of the bags up to it, like an IV drip at a hospital.“Now here on Mars we believe in recycling, and it starts with the individual,” he said, turning the dial back up, maybe even faster. “Oh it is fun to watch as your body trembles with pleasure in your bonds. But I can’t wear you out too much now can I? It’d be a violation of the Paris Agreements if I didn’t offer you adequate sustenance. I hope you enjoy liquid meals,” he took one of the alligator clips off of one of the bags of breast milk. Holding the exit tube to his mouth he let a little fluid pour forward and made a sour face. “Eyeck, nasty. Should have expected it from an Earth girl. I’ll save this for you. You’ll need to keep up your strength.”He stepped behind her and moved a bar above her head, it had perfect holders for the exit tubes. He clipped each one on and went back to the dial, turning it up yet again.It sounded like she had a motor boat running in and out of her, her body seemed to be moved from the rapidly rumbling dildo. Her ass was being skewered by the dildo, it looked like her porta was being stretched, pulled outward and inward by the powerful constant action. Her cock was covered in veins and looked chaffed beyond pleasure, but it didn’t stop the pussy sleeve from jumping up and down her shaft. Her breasts were milked dry but her nipples were still sucked up and away from her body, taking her tits with it.“Din din time,” he announced, and opened one of the tubes, the one containing the semen. With the bar over her face, the thick spunk began to drip onto her forehead. He gave it a hard squeeze, forcing the cum out with pressure, dripping it all over her unprotected eyes. He moved it slightly, and the cum was guided onto her nose, dripping into her mouth, still held open with the O ring around her lips. She couldn’t do anything to stop the cum as it collected in her mouth. Her tongue began to lick around her lips, taking in more of the white jizz, but not all of it. The rest dripped down the side of her face and onto her cheeks.“Now after that thick cummy protein shake, how about some milk to wash it down with? Sorry it’s from an uncooperative heifer,” he opened the two remaining clamps, and drenched her sweat ridden body with milk. The milk flowed with more viscosity than the cum did, he didn’t have to squeeze it. Her head and hair were covered in white, and with the headrest it was going to stay that way. He moved the bar down, taking care not to cover her body for the crowd or the TV, and I watched with a perverted glee to see the rest of her body become blanketed with her white milk. Amanda’s eyes literally rolled back in her head in orgasm as her hoarse voice gurgled the milk and cum. Her body shook violently against her restraints, if I didn’t know any better I’d think she was having a seizure. Her breasts that had been dry pumped the few remaining drops of milk out, her cock the last driblets of cum left. Her body was doused in a sweat, milk, and cum mess.“Well I see you enjoyed your dinner, but I do have a job to do,” he turned the dial on the machines once more. The machines must have been at their highest speed and I was seriously starting to get worried. Like something was going to happen, something bad. The human body wasn’t meant to take that kind of abuse. The machine was insane, the gears flying faster than I could see, pumps sucking raw and chapped skin, this looked beyond sex, or even an act.“Just tell me the codes! Tell me and it’ll all be over with!” he screamed, holding the dial in his hand.I was blinded for a second as an…explosion? No, I think it was just a bright light and a loud noise. And…a smoke bomb? Something, maybe dry ice, or just a holographic projection, but I couldn’t even make out their bodies any longer. The house lights dimmed for a bit too.When the smoke cleared, the single spotlight shone on Amanda. She was standing there, and Raymond was feigning being knocked out, or dead, lying on the floor. Her body glistened with the various fluids coating it.“Thank god you were able to spring me,” Amanda said to someone who was presumably offstage. It sounded like her throat was covered in sandpaper. She stepped over and kicked Ray, I think it was right in the family jewels, but he didn’t react too much. “Let’s get out of here,” she started walking, bowlegged, towards the side stage. She paused and turned to the audience. “Hey, can we take this thing with us? I think I can give it a good home.”The curtain drew, covering up the scene, save for Raymond’s leg, which stuck out a bit too far. To his credit he waited until the curtains had closed completely to pull it back behind.“Ladies and gentlemen and futanaris, creatures of all shapes and sizes, what do you think? Does ‘Futanari Authority’ get to advance to the final round?” The impresario asked. I hoped he didn’t try for more political discussion during this scene change. It would no doubt take some time, moving Tommy back out and away.Amanda ran over to Raymond and helped him up. “Are you ok?” she asked.“Oh, yeah, thank god you kicked me right above my dick. How about you, are you ok?” he returned her question.“I’m better than okay, thank you so much for all of this!” she cried out, hugging him. “I wanted to do this forever, this was perfect! God everyone was cheering for me, it got my motor running so hard! Thanks so much for letting me take the long scene.”“Well, there goes the security deposit,” he looked down at his cum drenched uniform and laughed. “It was worth it,” she smiled.“Only because you didn’t pay for it,” He pointed out rather glumly. “C’mon, let’s let the stagehands clean this all up. Besides I’m not the first one to say I want to wash this off. And we can watch the rest of the show in the shower,” she said, slowly peeling her slimy body off of his. “And it can be your turn.”“I think I just want to cuddle,” He smiled at his sarcastic joke.“That’s not what Mr. Winky says,” She caressed his erect manhood through his pants“Hey excuse me Mr. and Mrs. Whips-a-lot, can you please maybe let us get cleaning so the poofy director there doesn’t wet himself?” the stagehand asked.“Good job,” I said as they went by, declining to shake hands.“Thanks,” Amanda said hurriedly as she passed on by, with Raymond in tow.“Ok Anne, what was wrong with this one?” I knew it was coming, so I might as well let her go at it.“A little over the top, don’t you think?” Anne asked. “I mean seriously, the big machine and then she just cums over and over. Got anticlimactic. You have to establish a preset order of things, they seemed to let it just sort of happen. It’s not terrible but it’s not great either. And not enough to beat us.”I hadn’t bothered to ask what would be enough to beat us. I just watched the steady stagehands cleaning everything up. I wondered how much they made. They sounded pretty well unionized, but what do they tell their wife and kids? Do they do this kind of work often enough it doesn’t sound like a special thing? Just another late night helping out a club? They must all be patrons right? So what, do they all just come after work and meet up here for beers? I mean to watch this kind of stuff and not be willing to ask what is going on, well, they have to be patrons. But how are they all unionized AND all patrons? I mean they’d have to pay dues, its not like they could all just fake it for a weekend. Why didn’t they just get a group of scabs? I was so wrapped up in thinking about the stagehands cleaning up I almost missed Claire and Lindsay passing by me. I wanted to boo them but I knew it was wrong. Still wanted to. Do I have to say what the Impresario said? “Our next couple is Claire and Lindsay, their performance is entitled, ‘Size Queens,’” said the impresario, yet again. At least he’d only say it once more, for us, for a little while at least.The stage hadn’t changed much from the last scene. It was still an old, dilapidated apartment. The only difference that everything seemed worse off. The window had been boarded up a little bit more, even less of the fake sunlight shone through. The paint had peeled off further. Long curls of peeled paint littered the walls, some of it on the floor. The exposed walls looked green or black, like they were moldy. The rest of the walls had a darker tinge, and even the floor looked dirtier. The house lights quickly dimmed.That bitch Lindsay was sitting at the desk again, writing in her imaginary diary. Not that anyone could miss her, she was the only person illuminated under the only spotlight. There was no chance of hiding her breasts now. They sat on the desk, almost hanging off of it. when I say her breasts are big, I don’t just mean they’re big. I mean they’re like, ridiculously ginormous. I mean, if you took your arms and reached them out as far as you can, you would barely reach her nipples. It was like two solid feet of breast straight out, they didn’t even sag! They jutted straight out like they were made of metal! And they each had to be about a foot across. I mean I’ve held forty pound watermelons that were smaller.She was wearing a gigantic shirt with a huge V neck line, it looked more like a cloth tarp. It was ripped and stained in places, I just wonder where they find this kind of stuff. I mean I know hundreds of years ago obesity was a problem but nowadays hunger is much more of an issue. It didn’t even look like it fit, it was like a belly shirt on her.“Its strange now,” Lindsay’s voice over said through the house speaker. “At first, Claire and I lived a normal life. Well, as normal as our life is, after the bombing. She went out each day to work the fields, while I was the stay at home wife. My days were a little boring, but I was happy, because I knew that we would share our nights. I didn’t even miss television, telephones, or computers.”“But things continued to change. My body for one. I don’t know if it was the radiation or what, but my breast continued to grow,” Lindsay rested her head on her tits for a second, it was like a pair of full length bed pillows. “I was always flat chested as a girl. Part of me was scared when my chest grew, but the other part was excited. I wanted to have a nice rack, for people to check me out. Even when they grew so large I was ashamed to be gawked at in public, it was still something that didn’t get in the way.”“But the problem was they kept growing. Every day it seemed to change. Life became almost impossible, if it weren’t for Claire.” Lindsay stood up, showing off just how absurdly huge her chest was. She pulled her shirt down, showing the stains and tears. “Clothes were scarce. Sure I could walk around the house naked but I didn’t like to. A life’s worth of clothing were useless now. I couldn’t even find a bra that would begin to cover my breasts. Maybe back in the days before the bombing, but now we were lucky to get the bare essentials.”Lindsay walked over grimaced as she picked up a broom. She tried to sweep for a few moments, before grasping her back in a painful expression. “I couldn’t even do anything around the house any longer. My back was so sore, it felt like all I could do was lie around in bed. My lovely Claire worked so hard, I couldn’t bear to see her try to do housework after working her knuckles to the bone. And so our house, already in bad shape to begin with, only became worse.”“I tried to do everything for my Claire that I could, but to her credit she only asked me for one thing; To use my bosom as a pillow every once and a while,” Lindsay smiled, propping her body up like pillows.“Hey honey, I’m home,” Claire announced as she walked onstage. The house lights came back on, showing her along with the rest of the stage. She was still wearing the farmer’s outfit, but it looked like she had stuffed a cucumber down her pants.“Oh my Claire,” Lindsay turned her body slightly, I laughed as she almost knocked Claire down with her tits. “How was today?” “It was fine hon, this year’s crop is gonna be the largest, I can just tell,” she leaned over and kissed Claire on the cheek. “That’s great,” Lindsay said, moving the notebook to the side.“Writing in your diary again?” Claire’s voice conveyed concern.“Oh, yeah. I can’t really do much, but at least I can write. And, I got to thinking, maybe, if I made a diary, it could help other people. If, if someone else changes like me,” she smiled. It looked like she was proud. Oh whoop de doo lady, you wrote about how you have big tits, it’s not exactly Anne Frank.“Well, your not the only one who’s grown,” Claire grabbed her crotch. “Have you gotten any bigger?” Lindsay asked. She seemed excited. I don’t have any idea how big she is now, but I can only imagine. It was a foot and a half last time, and I can’t think of having anything that big inside of me. “A little. It seems like I grow bigger and bigger everyday,” Claire seemed so smug about it all. I mean ok they could act a bit, but still…this wasn’t Shakespeare. It was just the dialogue of a porn flick, so don’t act like you’re doing something special. “Really? How, how much bigger could it get?” Lindsay wondered. Gee, I wonder if we’ll figure that out anytime tonight?“I don’t know. Every time I see the doctor, he just keeps saying that he has never even heard of something like this happening before. He says it’s impossible for your body to take me in. That a normal woman like you wouldn’t be built to take in my body, either the girth, or the length,” Claire watched Lindsay’s head drop on her breasts, and placed her hand on Lindsay’s shoulder.“A ‘normal’ woman? I’m not normal. I’m nothing like normal,” Lindsay said dejectedly.“No, perhaps your not normal,” Claire watched Lindsay’s head seem to sink further. “But your special, don’t forget that. I don’t think there’s another woman on the planet I could be with. Or any other woman on the planet I could love as much as you.”“Oh Claire, you know just what to say,” Lindsay’s lips curled upward. Thank goodness for the jumbotron screen, otherwise I doubt anyone would have seen anything. “Looks comfortable, do you have room for someone else?” Claire smiled.“Always have room for you,” Lindsay wrapped her arm around her shoulder. Claire leaned in, resting her head on her partner’s breast. They kissed. I guess, I mean it looked like they kissed but the view was blocked from all the angles. Claire’s hands reached through the ample cleavage on her lover’s gigantic shirt. We could all see her hand squirming around under the shirt, reaching towards one of her unnatural breasts. The shirt was so tight I could make out her fingers at the reached towards the front of the shirt. It didn’t take long for her nipples to harden. How big were her nipples anyway?They continued to make out, but not in the normal way. In that pornographic way, where their tongues half stuck out of their mouths, covering each others faces in saliva. I would have guessed they’d have foot long tongues too for the hell of it.Claire pulled her hand out and stepped forward to the audience. She bent over, showing off her ass in skintight jeans to the audience, earning some whooping cheers. She grabbed the neckline of the shirt, and ripped it straight down, freeing Lindsay’s breast from the flimsy shirt.Her tits looked stranger seeing them uncovered. They were gigantic, I don’t really know what else to say about it. I mean her breasts were like, two feet long and easily more than a foot thick. And her nipples were amazingly huge! I have dinner plates that are smaller than them! Each one was like eight or nine inches across, and the teat were each bigger than my thumb. Claire leaned in between her breasts, as huge as they were there was plenty of room. She stretched her hands backwards, and grasped a breast with either hand. She was flexible, considering how far back her hands had to reach. Still it seemed unnecessary, we had seen them kiss before, and was the whole point to show her big old ass, or what.She took her time, kneading the nipples between her thumb and forefingers. I still couldn’t get over how big they were. And the way they seemed stuck onto the breast was so unnatural, but so natural at the same time. They looked good even to me, and I didn’t like it.“Oh Claire, I can see how ready you really are!” Lindsay announced. I didn’t get it at first until Claire turned around. Her cock had grown erect, and was pointing out up through her farmer’s jeans and flannel shirt. She had to slant her head to make room, her cockhead was sticking straight up and looking absurd. It was bigger than a horse cock! Not that uh, I’d know what that looks like…She undid the top brass buttons on the farmer’s jeans and tried to let it fall, but it was too tight. With her cock up around her face she was having trouble yanking the skintight clothes off. It would barely budge an inch and her cock head kept slapping her face. I wasn’t the only person in the audience who laughed at it. Even Anne tried to hide a smile. Eventually she managed to pull the pants down, and I got to see the real size of her cock. I’m almost at a loss for words to describe it. I’m not talking about some big penis. Just like Lindsay’s tits were beyond anything humanly possible, so was Claire’s cock. Starting at the base of her pubic mound it reached well over the top of her head! The cockhead was gigantic, and looked about the size of a softball! The shaft itself was about as thick as my foreleg! And the thing was oozing loads of cum out of the head! How the hell did she keep that up without passing out from blood loss? “Oh Claire, do you want to do that…thing…you like?” Lindsay asked, trying to sound coy, like some naïve virgin. I doubt anyone bought it, but bad lines like that littered pornos.“I think you like it too,” Claire grinned. Lindsay wheeled her chair to the side of the desk and gave the audience a view of just how big her tits were, they took up almost half the desk! “Oh my love, I like anytime you spend with me,” Chesty La Rue said. I wondered silently if she could deep throat that, so they could get past the terrible dialogue.Seems like I got a close second. Claire stepped to the other side of the desk. Lindsay held her breasts together, if she could. If they were normal, two people facing each other from the opposite ends of the desk wouldn’t even be close to touching. As it were, Lindsay’s breasts were just grazing the tip of Claire’s horse cock. Then I saw something I had never seen before. I mean I’ve seen tit fucking before, where a girl mashes her breasts together and a guy managed to stick his dick in there to get himself off.But this was different. Claire’s cock wasn’t as thick as Lindsay’s breasts, but was longer. With Lindsay holding her breasts together, Claire was able to tit fuck her. But not in the usual sense. Instead she was doing it horizontally! It looked like a hotdog lying in a bun. The view made it undeniable, her thick and veiny cock was plowing into the ample flesh of Lindsay’s massive mammaries. Lindsay lowered her mouth, trying to swallow the giant head. She could barely take in an inch, her mouth was simply too small. There was almost enough cleavage for her cock as she thrust wildly. Lindsay oozed plenty of cum to help lubricate her thrusting shaft, forming loud squicking noises with each motion. It was bizarre, but it was undeniably attractive. At least two feet of cock being wrapped around the soft white skin of her breasts, more and more precum coating them, the purple head of Claire’s cock, it’s long and veiny shaft…goddamn it, they actually got me to like this scene. “Oh Lind-saaaaay!” Claire shouted as she came. On impact it looked like someone had thrown a balloon filled with semen at her face. Just one blast and Lindsay’s breasts, already marinated with her semen, were positively dripping with her cum. More and more small explosions of cum erupted in her cleavage, some of it shooting high in the air and falling back on their faces. Some splashed back into the audience, who either laughed it off or tried to clean themselves up. It wasn’t quite Dan’s torrential cum shower, but it was a big load.“Oh my sweet size queen, it seems everyday you grow bigger, and everyday you cum even more,” Lindsay wiped off some of the cum that had splashed onto her face. She always seemed to try to have some kind of noble attitude onstage, but I knew firsthand how much of a bitch she was in real life. “Little Lindsay, it’s your turn to cum even more now,” Claire said, smiling. Lindsay stood up, and not without a lot of effort. As she did, what looked like a bucket of cum poured down off of the desk, her titanic tits had acted like a dam holding them back. It splashed onto the floor and began to ooze down. Claire grabbed a cloth from…somewhere, maybe the desk drawer or the floor, and wiped the table down, dropping more of the thick white stuff on hard wood of the stage flooring. A few drops shot into the audience again, some were whooping it up. Others were fleeing towards dryer seats in the back. That was amusing.It must have been covered in the new invisible micro plastic covering, because it looked spotless after she wiped it off for just a second. It didn’t really matter, Lindsay was up on the desk covering it in a second. I imagine it would have been sticky and uncomfortable otherwiseClaire leaned down on her knees, an awkward position with her fully erect cock, straining towards her face. Her nimble fingers spread Lindsay open, giving us all a clear view of her shaved sex. Maybe it was just the size aspect, but with her pussy lips spread apart it looked like it was smaller. Claire nibbled on her petite lips, suckling off Lindsay’s juices. Her entire sex looked almost childlike. Perfectly formed, as though she had just reached the start of maturity. Unlike her breasts that had gone way past maturity. It was like she had shrunk on the bottom half and grown on the top half, both radically. “I just can’t wait anymore,” Lindsay moaned. She was panting with lust, I could see her huge breasts heaving up and down with her heavy breaths. Even with their size they defied gravity, pointed straight up. “Oh my little Lindsay, your wish is my command,” I rolled my eyes at Claire’s delivery of that line. Seems so cliché. Either way she got up and took a step back. It took her a lot of effort to point her cock horizontally towards her partner’s tiny slit. The organ looked like it just didn’t want to stay down. She held herself, waiting outside, striking a bit of a pose. Looking at the head, I was amazed that it could possibly penetrate her. I mean it looked like she was going to cram a orange down a garden hose! But just as I doubted the possibility…It happened. With one mighty thrust Claire’s softball sized cockhead plunged into Lindsay’s little honey pot. It seemed like rubber, stretching the gigantic girth with relative ease. What had seemed small that a normal penis would have difficulty penetrating, was now wrapped around something the width of my foreleg! It wasn’t simply the entrance to her body that showed the girth. Running up her pelvis there was a huge bulge that outlined the exact location of Lindsay’s futahood. Not just where she had penetrated, the massive extrusion followed her entire thrust. It was so strange to see it…but I’d be lying if I said it didn’t turn me on. My eyes couldn’t keep off of the bulging cock. I watched amazed, trying to fathom what it must feel like. Lindsay looked enraptured with pleasure, she was drooling even. And Claire’s eyes seemed to roll back in her head. I can only imagine the resistance her body must put up against it, and how tight it must feel. Having eight inches is great, but having two feet, the sensations must be incredible. I’d be lightheaded just from the blood needed to keep that thing up. Lindsay was groaning over and over again, she sounded like a porn star. She continued to massage her breasts, clutching her nipples between her fingers and tugging on them. It was hard to tell what was a finger and what was a nipple half of the time, the only surefire way was color. Her arms were stretched to the limit just to be able to reach the front of her breasts!Claire must have had a foot of cock pushed up against Lindsay’s body, and I suddenly realized something. How the fuck can she take two feet of cock? Maybe a better question is how is she taking two feet of cock. because there was no hesitancy, and no slowing down on either of their behalves. I watched with nervous anticipation, enjoying eagerly the show. I know I should be booing and hating on them, but the show was interesting. Claire was far beyond where a vagina, far beyond where even a uterus would be, and by all logic there should be some barrier of flesh that should have stopped her in her tracks.But there wasn’t, not by a long shot. The large protrusion that marked her unreal cock’s entry was only reaching higher and higher on Lindsay’s body. It reached past the stomach, and was moving right in between the cleavage! It seems even her ribs couldn’t stop it. The only thing that even hid it were Lindsay’s impossible breasts. “Oh my size queen you feel so good, fill me up with your fantastic cock!” Lindsay cried aloud, so pornographic, but it was appropriate. Still to have something that size in her seemed so impossible.“Oh, my little Lindsay, your wish, is my, command,” Claire grunted, even in the sexual context the line wasn’t much better. She leaned over, and took one of Lindsay’s breasts in her hand. Her mouth grabbed onto it, suckling like a newborn babe. It looked like she was sucking on a finger. Slobbering really, just like their kiss her mouth was drooling all across her breast, leaving a slimy surface of saliva. “Oh Claire, really give it to me!” Lindsay practically screamed. Claire wrapped her arms around her back and grabbed in a hug, then pulled her up. She was holding Lindsay’s entire body up just with the strength of her cock! Lindsay was literally impaled with it, I half expected to see her cock poke out of her head!Lindsay turned around and leaned back on the desk for support, I imagine. She began to pick Lindsay’s body up, bouncing the girl on her cock. Lindsay’s legs latched onto the desk, lifting her own body in concert. What started as slight movements of a couple inches rapidly increased. Before long it was a half a foot of cock slamming in and out of Lindsay at a time. Soon it was a foot of thick cock banging in and out of Lindsay’s body at once. Her breasts were bouncing up and down, literally beating Claire on the head. They stopped for a second, and Lindsay stood up on her tip toes. Claire’s cock exited with a loud plop, juices gushed downward. Then she dropped her body down on the cock, impaling herself with one loud thrust. The audience cheer was deafening! She continued to do so, but now in rapid succession, each time standing to remove Claire’s cock before spearing herself once more. The sound was loud and erotic, but it was the smell that was so overwhelming. If it wasn’t the size maybe it was the action.“Oh god Claire!” Lindsay cried out, before she impaled herself once more. She groaned loudly, and writhed on top of the gigantic cock. Her entire body shook, it looked like she had been electrocuted from the way she trembled. Nothing more so than her tits. The bountiful breasts seemed to bounce of their own will as she was overcome with her climax.Claire just screamed aloud, and I watched as she threw her head back. Then something crazy happened. Lindsay’s body began to rise up, but there wasn’t anything lifting her up. First it was just a few inches, but it increased rapidly, half a foot, a foot, a foot and a half, until Lindsay was balanced atop Claire like the tip of a flagpole. Claire’s cock seemed even thicker than usual, and it was pulsating. She grabbed it, even with both hands wrapped around she was having trouble wrapping her fingers around it. she jerked it off rapidly, quicker and quicker. Her face was red, she was panting in the obvious throes of orgasm. Lindsay seemed to teeter on the edge of her cock head.Claire screamed so loud that I thought Lin had taken the mic. She shrieked as she came hard. The high powered stream of cum had literally lifted Lindsay off of her cock with the pressure, and had now forced her off, like she was sitting on top of an oil drill! Lindsay almost fell on her ass, the floor was soaked. It looked like a gallon of cum poured all over the floor, pouring out of Lindsay. Claire continued to jerk herself off, thick wads of cum almost hitting the high ceiling, then raining down on the two of them.Lindsay collapsed towards Claire, who actually missed her at first. She landed with a thud on the floor, her hands barely able to maintain traction on the viscous floor. She looked up at her partner, all doughy eyed. “Oh my size queen, you really have grown. Do you think you’ll get…bigger?” Lindsay asked.“Of course, just wait a little while. I feel like I’ll be even bigger in an hour and a half or so,” Claire smiled to the audience. I really wanted to deck her. Why doesn’t she just go out and say ‘Oh hey we’re going to win and be in the last round’? Fucking bitches. Part of me wants them to lose in this round, but the other part wants me to beat them in head-to-head competition.The curtain drew over their little scene, and once again the stagehands were back to work. At least there wasn’t quite the mess as before. They must be regulars here, they hardly batted an eye at the whole scene.“Ladies and gentlemen and futanaris, creatures of all shapes and sizes, what do you think? Does ‘Size Queens’ get to advance to the final round?” The impresario asked. Did he ever get tired of his own voice?“Good job,” Claire said, lifting Lindsay up off the floor, made so harder by her gargantuan jugs.“Are you kidding me? I nearly fell flat on my face, I almost ruined the whole fucking act! It’s amateur bullshit. God I’m not that fucking elf, I gotta keep my head in the game!” Lindsay could turn it off like a light switch. Ten seconds ago she seemed a sweet and pleasant lover. Now she was frustrated like…Well I guess like an actress that almost blew her performance. I guess she can act, even if she’s still a bitch. “Hey, hey, save it for the last act,” Claire said. God does that bitch ever show any emotion? I hated how cool and calm she was about everything, like she was so easy no matter what. “Come on, nobody even noticed. It wasn’t nearly as bad as my pants being stuck.”“You always know how to lie to me, you know that?” Lindsay looked up for a second, at what I can’t say. I even looked up, expecting some kind of prop, but there wasn’t anything there, just the boom mic. I hoped that the mic was picking everything up, but after realizing everything Anne had been saying, maybe it was for the best it wasn’t. Her head sank down and she said “But your right. Let’s go, I want to wash this off of me.” They walked past us silently, didn’t even bother to acknowledge us or anyone else backstage. Bitches. “Don’t trip on your tits on your way out!” Anne shouted as they walked away. “Your ass isn’t fat enough to land on!” Lindsay stopped and started to turn around, but Claire held her back. Anne wasn’t the only one who found it all hilarious, we were chuckling backstage, the union stagehands especially. It was just nice to relieve some of the tension by laughing. I wondered if they would turn and laugh at us just as quickly. Probably. “Ah, ok, that was good,” Anne’s grin slowly wore away as she caught her breath.“What, no critique?” I asked. I was used to her giving an opinion, a negative opinion of course.“What’s there to say?” Anne shrugged. “You know, bigger ISN’T always better.”“That’s it? That’s your whole…review?” I half expected a little more, even if it was bullshit. This was the one time I wanted her to rip it apart. “What do you want me to say? They’re good, ok? But it’s not about just having a huge set of tits, or an elephant cock. It’s about selling the scene, making the act work. You gotta titillate the crowd, make them feel something. And most importantly, you gotta have a good money shot,” Anne winked with a smile, we had already discussed that. “Besides, we get to have the last laugh. It’s a strategic advantage, as long as everyone isn’t already spent. Speaking of which, you ready?”“Yeah,” I said, taking a deep breath. An old acting trick, let yourself out with the exhale, and pull in your character with the inhale. Crazy that I remember that, seemed forever ago that I learned it. Acting was easier when I was playing Juliet’s Nurse in front of everyone’s parents. And not being judged for my performance. “Yeah, I’m good lil’ sis.”“Ok then, I’ll see you out there. Break a leg,” she said, smacking me on my ass.“Ow you lil’…I’m gonna get you out there,” the threat escaped my lips as emptily as it sounded. I had better get my act into gear. If I sound like that up onstage we’re gonna lose.I looked down at my uniform once again, making sure everything was fine before I went up on stage. It did look a little conservative, and plain, but it was fine. I liked the red tie, I think I got my dad the same kind once for Father’s Day. And the black pantyhose made me look more sophisticated. The navy blue skirt made for a nice contrast to Anne’s outfit. It was frilly on the ends and looked like something out of a pervert’s wet dream. The white blouse was comfortable, although a little sweaty, it wasn’t going to matter for much longer. It was still funny just remembering buying them at the store, and delivering specific measurements that wouldn’t fit either of our bodies. But the man knew Anne and didn’t question us, he just chuckled and went to work and told us when he’d be done. I wondered if he went to the club…was there a club tailor? I stepped onstage, there was our little desk and chair. The chair was actually pretty comfortable, more comfy than my desk in elementary school. There was nice padding on the seat. I sat down and looked at the computer pad resting on the desktop as I tried to build myself up into character. It’s hard trying to will your nerves away, to calm your heartbeat, to ease your breathing. Maybe sometime I should try meditation or something. But not now. Probably won’t need it again after tonight anyway. Just fucking start the damned act already! The stagehands were already done, the scene was set. The holographic projector had already recreated the classroom from earlier.“Our last couple is Julie and Anne, their performance is entitled, ‘All in the Family,’” the Impresario FINALLY said. My eyes were focused on the pad once again. I looked for the note that Anne had left before, just to look at something, but it wasn’t there. There was a new one written, the same futanari doodle but with two dicks and huge squirting boobs this time, and the note ‘Just focus on me and you’ll do perfectly. There won’t be a dry set of pants in the room!’ next to a smiley face. When did she have time to draw it?Anne skipped onstage again, this time humming ‘The Itsy Bitsy Spider’. She just looked so goddamned adorable now. Her uniform hadn’t changed, she still had the same white blouse and powder blue skirt, matching socks up to her knees under her shoes, that clacked on the wooden stage floor. She had dropped the backpack, it wasn’t necessary now. But the little changes really made the difference. Her long auburn hair now reached down to the floor now, curlier, but still tied up in pigtails with pink ribbons. I was afraid she’d trip and fall. Oh god, how bad would that have been after her comment to Lindsay? But she managed to stay on her nimble feet.Her face was even cuter now, with dimples. Her eyes were larger, and she had eyelashes that would look big on an adult, and big luscious lips, it all combined to be super cute and super hot. Wait a minute…did Anne turn me into a pedophile? I mean I know she’s not a kid, and I’d never touch one in real life…you know what? I’m going to have to figure this out at another time.“Hey short stuff, can you give it a rest?” I asked, throwing my head back in irritation with an over exaggerated sigh. “Oh sorry sis,” Anne stopped dead in her tracks. She tiptoed over to behind me, peering onto my pad. “Whatcha doin?”“Ugh, I’m doing my homework,” I lowered the pad onto the desk, everything good so far.“Oh, again?” She cocked her head, trying to look confused.“Yeah sis I have a lot of homework. It’s not like in little kid school,” I said dismissively.“Hey, I’m not a little kid. I gots lotsa homework too!” she WAS adorable as she pouted her lips.“I know, I know. What do you want anyway squirt?” I tossed the pad on the table, thankful it didn’t fall off.“Oh, well, uh, y, you remember how you, we, y’know,” She stared down at her feet. She stood back on one foot, while pivoting the other one from side to side. She had an embarrassed little look on her face as she flashed her lashes.“What? Are you talking about how we had sex? Is that it? You’re here trolling around for a little somethin’ somethin’?” I tried to make it sound sexy, or funny, or both. But the crowd didn’t seem to find it as amusing as I did. Moving on…“No, I, I just kinda feel uh, well,” Anne turned around and faced the audience, with her back turned towards me.“You feel what?” I asked suspiciously, narrowing my eyes.“Well I know I wasn’t a’posed to do it, but I went back to Billy, and well we uh, you know, did sex,” Anne was supposed to her put face in her hands as she feigned sadness, but I couldn’t tell. The angle was wrong for me.“You did what?” I asked, very motherly and judgingly. I stood up from the chair and walking out beside her, turning her body towards mine as I leaned down.“I, I just,” Anne said…was she REALLY crying? Holy shit. “I know we aren’t a’posed to do it anymore but it felt so good with you.”“Oh, just, just take it easy, your gonna make yourself sick,” I said, taking out the convenient facial tissue from my blouse pocket.“But when we did it he said I wasn’t any good,” she pouted as I dabbed the tears away. They were real tears, that was just…wow. I didn’t see anything like that in rehearsal. “Even though, I did, I did everything, you told me, he, he said, I was, I was, I was a bad lay!”“Oh sis don’t worry about him, if he doesn’t care about you then he isn’t worth your time,” I gave her a hug, the audience let out a big ‘Awww’ like it was a family sitcom.“Thanks sis,” she said, wiping her nose on her hand. I handed her a tissue to wipe it with, I didn’t want it to be gross. “But, with, with you it was better anyway. I mean he just didn’t know what to do. He wouldn’t play with my kitty, he grabbed my boobies hard and twisted my nipples all rough, and then he just pumped in me hard and squirted inside a’me!”“I told you, you shouldn’t be going around like that,” I looked past her eyes, another trick to stay in character. “People are going to think you’re a little ho.”“I don’t care what people think. I don’t want anyone,” Anne rested her head right on my chest. I could feel her hot breath running right down my shirt. “I just want you!”“Oh, sis, uh, I just…can’t right now,” I stood up and turned my back to her. Ok, acting time.“What do you mean?” she asked, stepping towards me. At her height her face was at about shoulder level. “Is it time for your monthly? It’s ok, don’t worry I don’t mind.”“No, no, it’s just... Oh sis, it’s been awful strange for me lately,” I looked down at my body, trying to get the right inflection for my voice. “My body is just changing, and I don’t know how do deal with it.”“What’s wrong sis?” Anne looked over at me puzzled. “Are you sick or something?”“I just, my body, it’s…oh sis it’s so hard for me right now. I don’t even know how to explain it. First I was normal then I was a futa, and now, now, all of this!” I sobbed like I was crying, wishing I could imitate Anne’s tears on cue.“Let me help,” she tried to turn me over, grasping onto my skirt. My body almost snapped as I heard a small ripping noise. God, don’t let the audience have heard it. I quickly spun around, just in time for Anne to say “You helped me, now it’s my turn. Besides,” she said, with that cute and innocent voice as she reached down into the lap of my skirt, “like you say, the family that lays together stays together.”I could feel her little fingers feel the outline of my body through the skirt. I was certainly having no performance anxiety there, my body was raring to go. I turned towards the audience to give them a better look. Anne got on her knees, her curly hair was tickling the inside of my legs, even through the pantyhose. It wasn’t on for long, Anne was able to tug the pantyhose down quickly. My sweaty hands grabbed onto the frilly edge of my skirt. I even bit my lip and looked down in some mock shame as Anne went to work. “Oh my god sis,” Anne’s breathy and sensual voice said in mock surprise. “You gots two dicks now!”“Don’t make me feel any worse,” I mumbled. Did it get picked up? This was the big alteration for this scene. Well, this and the other one. I stood there for a second, while Anne’s eyes motioned towards the desk. SHIT! That was my cue! I threw my hands to my face as I stood near the desk, praying that it didn’t seem too bad. And that my face wasn’t turning red. “Oh no sis, I don’t think it’s bad,” Anne trotted up next to me, giving me a reassuring look. Whether it was meant for me the actor, or me the character, I couldn’t say. “I think its yummy!” she said, slurping up some precum on her finger noisily. The audience ate that up, nearly as much as Anne did. I leaned back on the desk, it hurt like hell. It was not made for someone to lie down on. Hard plastic painted to look like imitation wood wasn’t the best makeshift bed. Her little fingers ran up and down my shaft, the bottom one I mean, tugging hard on it. I could feel the tip of the cock head rubbing against her throat. I thought it would feel stranger having two cocks, but it was like feeling someone tug on each of my breasts. Flesh was flesh, it was amazing. It felt natural, and that is a strange thing to say. Right then I was more focused on her mouth. She just deep throated my top cock with no hesitation, swallowing me in one long bob of her head. She suckled and slurped, the back of her throat was warbling around my shaft, her lips seemed to suck me in. Her tongue, god her tongue was incredible, it was swirling around the bottom of my shaft like nothing I had ever felt before. All of her saliva made it all so much slipperier than normal, and the sound was fantastic. It was almost as erotic to hear as it was to feel. My body naturally arched against the hard plastic, it was all for show but it was killing my shoulder. She pulled her head up and gave my second cock it’s due attention, her hot and breathy mouth noisily sucking and slobbering.I opened up my blouse, nearly ripping the buttons off in my haste. The bra thankfully opened in the front, my tits were aching in the now undersized undergarment. “Oh big sis, you are bigger now,” Anne crawled up my body, her knees resting on either side of my hips. Her head rested between my bare chest as she licked her lips. She grabbed my breast, and squeezed hard. I winched as a strong jet of milk shot forward into the air, eventually landing somewhere behind me. I had chance to get my milky special, and it was nice to feel the pressure start to relieve. She pointed my nipples into the crowd, squeezing off squirt after squirt into the audience. I almost laughed as I saw some people opening their mouths, trying to capture it on their tongue like snowflakes.“Oh sis, this is so cool,” Anne latched onto my tit, suckling from the nipple with some force. Her hands reached onto my breast, massaging it to help coax out more of breast milk. She pulled her head back, white drops falling onto my chest. She looked towards the audience, holding her mouth open and showing the audience the fresh milk. They loved that one, and continued to cheer while Anne gargled noisily, before finally swallowing. “Wow sis, you taste great everywhere! Even better than mom did!”“If I recall you taste pretty good too,” I remembered the cue this time. Anne climbed off of my body, hanging onto it to get on the floor without hurting herself.I swung around like getting up off of a doctor’s bed, and pulled off my bra and blouse, going completely topless. It felt good, I was starting to sweat a bit, it wasn’t even hot just the pressure of performing. I shimmied myself out of the skirt, it fell onto the floor easily and I just kicked it off to the side. Anne kicked off her shoes and untied her skirt as well, it was easier to do it now, and would hopefully keep everything clean. Anne hopped back up on the desk, lucky for her she could just sit atop it. She spread her legs, her knees bent slightly. I leaned in, with my hands on either side of her hips I slowly tugged the delicate panties, already soaked with her peppermint juices off. I held it to my nose, showing the large wet spot as I sniffed, trying to play it up to the audience. They loved that, something about the panties of a ten year old, soaked in her juices seemed to get a lot of attention. And not just from the guys. Her feet, still covered with the knee high socks, dangled off the corner of the desk. They looked cuter that way. I was more concerned about what was between them. She was of course hairless, and the angel soft skin of her thighs only accented the tender pink lips of her sex. I inhaled deeply, some for show, smelling the peppermint flavored pussy. Sticking both of my fingers into my mouth I massaged the tender folds of her womanhood, knowing that I would once again have an opportunity to deflower her. She was ready, the wetter the better. My finger entered into her, instantly feeling the resistance of her body squeeze against mine. I probed deeper, wiggling my finger in. Her juices poured down easily, dripping down. My tongue flicked down on her hairless snatch, teasing the little girl’s little clit. It was like flicking it on a peppermint candy. Her hips started to buck ever so slightly, and I knew when she was enjoying it, and wasn’t acting.I managed to push another finger in her orifice, thankful it was dripping wet and despite the friction her body welcomed my finger fucking. I didn’t bother taking my time, this was porn after all. And I should get Anne back after squeezing my tits so hard, they still ached. Anne’s body was ready for anything, and now it was time to bring it out.My hand was soaked with her juices, maybe she had another augmentation I didn’t know of. Her sweet pink peppermint pussy positively poured juice all over. The air was thick with her sexy scent. The flavor still lingered in my watering mouth. I was starting to lose myself in the act and wanted her now more than anything. I ducked down slightly, leaning my head back almost horizontal with the desktop, just under the desk hoping the cameraman would take my cue and take the best angle. I could just make out her body leaning on the edge of the small desk, with my face was directly below it. I straightened out my pinky finger and pushed it in suddenly, making her cry out in pleasure as I penetrated her tight anus. With the resistance she showed against my finger I wondered how easy it would be with one of my cocks. “Oh, oh sis, I’m gonna, I’m gonna, I’m gonna C-UH-UH-AHHHH!” Anne screamed, signaling her orgasm as theatrically as she could. Sweet peppermint flavored juices poured down onto my face, spraying down in large gushes from her overflowing honey pot. I tried to squint my eyes to keep them open, but it was almost too much. Her little buns danced and wiggled atop the desk, her head was thrown back in pornographic ecstasy. I watched with a perverse glee as her legs bucked, dangled off the edge of the desk. She was a girl that could fake an orgasm, but more importantly, she could ham up a real one.“Did you enjoy that?” I asked rhetorically as I crawled out from under the desk. “Oh sis that was amazing!” she huffed, smiling like a little kid with a candy. “But now it’s your time, just, please be careful, I never had anything up my bum before, a’cept your finger.”“Oh don’t worry,” I stepped behind her, and wiped my face with some of her fluids, rubbing her still exposed pussy and ass, “I’m not Billy, I know what I’m doing. Up ya go,” I said, hooking my hands under her shaved armpits and trying to lift her. My heart sank as I nearly dropped her, but thank god Anne’s legs quickly recovered and saved my ass.I pushed the desk to the side, it was going to block the view. The screeching noise of the metal scraping on the hard wood wasn’t planned. I had to pick it up and drop it off before I could turn back to the seat. Sitting down on the chair I patted into my lap like I was inviting a cat. But this little minx wanted more than to purr and snuggle.She jumped up on the chair, I thought we were going to tip back. She smiled at me, it was strange but it felt like a burden was lifted off of my shoulders. She lowered her body onto me, I could feel the heat gushing off of her body, right above the tips of my cocks. She groaned like she was stepping into cold water as she lowered down. God she was being such a tease, I just wanted to yank her body down right on top of me.“Oh sis, it’s so big, I dunno if I can take that much in me,” Anne put on her best little kid voice. She pushed the tip of my top cock into her wetness, god it felt so good! It was like having blue balls, except I don’t really have balls. But my cocks ached to cum now, there was a yearning deep in my loins to get satisfaction.“Oh you’re so filling sis,” she was really playing up the baby doll act, delicious. I spread her ass cheeks apart, the audience was whooping it up. “Oh gawwwd! Your cock is so big it’s filling up my bum! Oh I want to take it out, it’s so big up there but it feels SO GOOD!” she cried as she sank down closer towards my lap. “Little sis you’re so ti-ight! Oh god don’t stop baby girl, I want to fill you up!” I cried, barely remembering my lines.“I want you to fill me up too!” she cried, dropping her body hard, impaling herself on my cocks. My face of rapture was no acting, being inside her was heavenly, especially after so much waiting. I barely felt her cherry pop, it was so quick I wouldn’t have noticed, except for Anne’s quivering breaths. Her pussy was wet, and steamy, it was almost indescribable. Her tight anal canal clenched tightly around my intruding member. Every inch of my cock was struggling against her tight body. I started to lift her body, grabbing onto her round little bottom. I grasped them strong, leaving finger imprints on the small globes as I bounced her up and down on my cocks. The feeling was fucking fantastic. Her body was normally tight, but it was unbelievable to penetrate her doubly. A never ending stream of high pitched groans escaped from Anne’s mouth, only driving my carnal desire deeper. The crowd seemed to join in with her rhythmic moaning. It didn’t take me much time before I was bouncing up and down on the chair, in my lustful desire I wanted to fill her completely. She was more than willing to comply, arching her back away from me and giving me the leverage I needed to really give it to her good. I wrapped my hands around her back to prop her up, feeling her body, already coated with sweat and love juices.It wasn’t just the tightness, she had a lifetime’s experience of lovemaking just a few inches under her belt. Her tight pussy clamped down on me, while her ass squeezed, milking each thrust in a torrid sexual rhythm. It was almost too much, I tried with all my might to hold back the river of cum desperately seeking release.“Sis give it to me, oh it feels so good! I never want you to stop!” She stopped for a second, latching onto my left tit. She took a quick drink before groaning into the crowd “Oh sis I was wrong you taste SO much better than mom ever did, you are THE best! If every morning I could have a glass of your milk I’d be happy for the rest of my life!”She returned to suckle on one breast, it was such a strange sensation. I had plenty of nipple play before but to be milked was different. Anne’s soft, luscious lips caressing the edges of the nipples, while she sucked from it like a straw. The milk that flowed forth freely formed a pool around her mouth, enveloping my wet nipple with the sweet wet liquid. The inside was as warm as our bodies, while the saliva left the outside of my nipple sent a chill on my wet, exposed breast. It only added to the combining sensation pleasure that was almost overloading my senses. Her hand reached up, grabbing my other tit, and squeezed hard. I bit my tongue in pain, she was clenching it like she was squeezing a stress ball or something. Large streams of milk shot into the crowd, in a high reaching arc. I watched the crowd assemble with mouths agape to catch my milk in their mouth. It still hurt, it was rougher than I liked.Little bitch, let’s see how you like this. I grabbed onto her ass cheeks hard, like I was testing oranges. She bit down onto my tit a little, but it couldn’t hurt nearly as much as my other tit, clenched into her hand. I took off the kid gloves and really started to give it to her. I forced her up and down, long and hard, really giving it to her. I wasn’t used to rough sex but this had a raw, carnal sexuality to it. I didn’t care about the act anymore, I was more focused on cumming. All precepts of gentleness and romance went out the window, our bodies thrust and moaned with animalistic lust.“Make me cum! Cum in my tight pussy! I want to feel your cum deep in my bum!” Anne spouted off as many dirty phrases as she could. “Just make me cu-uh-UMM!” she cried aloud as announced it. Her body clamped down on me, squeezing the bubbling cum from shooting out of me into her. Her body clenched against mine, squeezing in concert with her orgasms. I could feel her wet juices running down my crotch, only making my desire to cum stronger. Anne looked up at me as she began to catch her breath. I looked at her, she had no clue I didn’t cum. I didn’t just want to cum I needed to cum. My face was covered with a whimpering desire to finally cum, but I was supposed to cum with her. She jumped up from my lap, and dropped onto her knees, fluid dripping all down my legs. She swallowed both of my cocks quickly, still covered in her peppermint. “Oh big sis, please cum in my mouth. You’re so tasty! I just want to taste you everywhere!” she continued to bob up and down on my cock heads, her hands rapidly running up and down the shaft. She was able to keep both tips of my cocks in her mouth, circling her tongue around them, it was too much to my over sensitive and needy cocks. I groaned aloud as I came hard. It was a long time waiting and I felt like I left the planet. My body shuddered with each squirt of cum being cranked out of my body. Anne’s tongue continued to slobber over the sperm, her beautiful little face encouraged me with only a look. Every inch of my body seemed to be quivering with excitement and unbridled passion, my brain was hardly able to comprehend everything! My cocks were empting the built up load, my pussy was gushing juices without even being touched, and my tits were squirting milk everywhere! The audience was cheering me on, it only made it all hotter.I leaned back in my chair as I tried to catch my breath. Anne stepped up next to me and hugged me, saying “Wow sis, you are the best,” she smiled at me, hinting towards the side stage.“You’re right sis, but you were pretty good,” I ad libbed. I stepped up a little, my legs were still wobbly. “I think I need to take a homework break, I should have it done in an hour or so. Then I’ll show you how good I am,” I winked to the audience, hoping those bitches Claire and Lindsay were watching. Take that. Probably weren’t even bothering anyway. But the crowd whooped it up. Anne did the archaic ‘raise the roof’ gesture, and it actually got some in the crowd cheering a little louder. They continued to scream as we stepped offstage.“Ladies and gentlemen and futanaris, creatures of all shapes and sizes, what do you think? Does ‘All in the Family’ get to advance to the second round?” The Impresario asked, I was thankful that I wouldn’t have to hear that much more. Just twice more.“Whoo, we fucking did it!” I shouted, all the tension seemed to melt away with my orgasm. “Oh god,” Anne wiped the sweat and cum from her face. “You ad libbed there, what the hell was that? I didn’t write that!”“Hey it worked. Tell me it didn’t work. Plus what was with your body? It was like you were trying to stop me from cumming!” I turned any blame right around on her.“Hey I can’t blame it if my body is tight, ok? I didn’t hear you complaining anyway. It worked, we just did a little ad libbing, so don’t get bent out of shape,” Anne said, apologetically for once.“I’m not bent out of shape, sorry. You saved my ass up there anyway. Just happy to have gotten it done,” I felt like I was walking on air.“Not done yet,” Anne pointed towards the impresario. Unlike the other acts, we didn’t have a big mess to clean up. Just move a desk and a pile of clothes, and clean a few juices. But there were no big machines or huge a pile of cum. Anne was right, bigger isn’t always better. Anyway my point was that the stagehands had everything done in a minute, not like ten. The stage director handed us two robes to wear, it was nice to just have something to soak up the sweat. It was chilly backstage. “Ladies and gentlemen and futanaris, boys and girls of all ages, creatures of all shapes and sizes, the second round of the Club Vanilla Second Annual Talent Show is complete. Once more, I would like to thank you for your showing of support for the participants. Thanks to your enthusiastic support, we have been able to decide the contestants who will make it to the last round. Before we announce it, how about another round of applause for all of the contestants?” the Impresario announced, he was truly a man in love with his own voice. He might be almost more acceptable but he sounded like some ancient circus announcer. It was worse this time, unlike the last time we didn’t know that we should advance. We hadn’t heard from Liz, and what was worse, there were only two spots. So the suspense wasn’t just slight, it was a strong. I wished for once in his life this pompous ass would just hurry the fuck up! We all stood by the side of the stage. Anne and I hadn’t moved far off, but we quickly had a crowd behind us. Lindsay and Claire were hanging back, as usual. Didn’t even acknowledge me, would it kill Claire to just say ‘Oh hey, good job’? Bitch. Lin sauntered over, Dan seemed to be tired…wow I’m reading into the body language of tentacles, maybe I do belong here. Raymond and Amanda were there, just hugging each other.“The first act that has made it to the final round, and an opportunity to win the talent show is,” The impresario said, really drumming up the anticipation. “The first act is ‘Size Queens’! Congratulations Claire and Lindsay, come up on stage!” he announced. The two prima donnas walked on stage, waving once again like they had done something. UGH. There were two spotlights there, one for them to stand at, and one for the other couple. Us I meant, one for us, because we’re gonna win…I hoped.Unlike during the last cut, this time I was shaking with nervousness. I wanted to win now, so bad I could taste it. I was still on such an adrenaline rush from being on stage, and this was just rattling me down to the core. My mouth was dry, even licking my chops I could not lubricate. I felt a cold sweat over my body, it wasn’t helping my shaking. I could see myself in the spotlight, making it to the next round, winning, and getting the trophy, bringing it to work and shoving it right in Claire’s face…“And finally, ladies and gentlemen, our other act that has made it to the final round, and an opportunity to win the talent show is… ‘All in the Family’! Julie and Anne, congratulations, come up on stage!” he announced. I wanted to hop up and down in happiness but I managed to control myself enough to walk over to the other spotlight. I raised my hands over my head, again trying to imitate the Miss Universe contestant. Anne blow kisses to the audience like a little girl up on stage for the first time. “Ladies and Gentlemen, these two acts will continue into the final round of Club Vanilla’s Second Annual Talent Show. Before we go to our final intermission, let’s hear it for the remaining contestants, they all worked hard and deserve another round of applause for their efforts!” The Impresario said. Amanda and Raymond walked onstage, one hand on each other’s shoulders, and waving to the crowd with their free hands. They almost looked relieved to not have to get back up onstage.I could see Lin walking away, almost making out something about not going up there. Dan’s tentacles lifted up, making a barrier she couldn’t go around. I guess he had a sense of showmanship. She gave him a look before the two of them walked onstage. Well he moved onstage, whereas she was more or less dragged onstage.“Ladies and gentlemen and futanaris, boys and girls of all ages, creatures of all shapes and sizes, we will now begin our final intermission. In just one hour’s time we shall resume the show, and we will find out which of the two remaining acts wins the second annual Club Vanilla Talent Show. Do not be late, and thank you again for coming!” The Impresario’s booming voice filled the theater. One hour to rest, god I wanted a shower and a pot of coffee before getting back up onstage. And a blender of ‘Sex on the Beach’.But we won! We mother fucking won! We beat those bitches at their own game. One more round, head to head. Us versus them, do or die, win or go home. I raised my hand in victory once more as I watched the audience disappear behind the drawing curtains. (This file was created by SomeRandomBastard (at) yahoo (dot) com, so send all flames there. This is copy written material, don't use without permission, and don't claim it's yours. You are allowed to send this file to others via email. However posting this story, or any portion therein without expressed consent of the author is prohibited. This includes on BBS/Forums, websites, torrents, peer2peer and any other kind of file transmission. I check my email daily, so if you want to post the story you are able to ask and get a response easily.)

I again suck/progress report

2008-09-27T17:56:00.000-04:00

Yeah so been away from here, honestly considering just blowing the whole thing up. I don't know if it was just an ego trip that made me think people were going to actually be interested in my ramblings. I know that there's a small invisible amount of people on the blog, and I thank you for coming back and stuff, but honestly this blog is just a bunch of random 'I'll post this' or 'I'm working on that' but in the end, does anyone really read? Does anyone really care?

Now don't think I'm going all emo, but this was just a realization that I had that this is a small drag on my time and energy. If I really go at it it will drain more of my time and energy, and might make the place worthwhile, but as I had said, does it matter? I mean I'd rather write 1000 words in a story than write a blog post saying 'oh I'm going to write X' or what have you. And something more valid like the writer's corners were basically a nice idea, but nobody is really seeing them or paying attention, so it's hard to really want to care. It'd reach a bigger audience if I posted it on literotica, asstr, or stories online or another popular venue. And it is somewhat difficult to write, for, as I had said, little gain.

So I don't know, I'll probably continue to post something up here, but I don't really know if you're coming back, and when or why that might be, so I won't keep assuming that there is a great reason to expend a lot of time or energy in making a post like this. And the writer's corner's take up so much more time. It's not just the length, but it's the time needed to beta things, come up with ideas, map it out, prewrite it, write it, edit it, have people look at it, and then post it so...nobody is interested in it. Not saying it won't ever happen, I think once I finish CV I might have much more time, or at least it would be easier to take a week and work on one of that instead of bouncing between CV and Terra. And I'm thinking of just posting the chapters here, why not, y'know?

Anyways emo whiny crybaby shit aside, released CV chapter 8. Working on Terra 23, 4700 words in it. Maybe a smaller chapter, we shall see. Baseball playoffs coming up, so that'll drain time away. Work sucks and now I'm down 400 bucks which is killing me.

Club Vanilla 8 beta sent

2008-09-16T23:23:00.003-04:00

Just a short one today folks. Had the day off of work, so I finished the beta for Club Vanilla, and sent it off. Hopefully soon I'll get it back and post it up and around.

Next up is a new chapter of Terra. My goal is to alternate between CV and Terra for the next 3 chapters apiece(6 total) at which point CV will be done, and I can focus on other things, or just focus on Terra. Hard to believe I'm coming up on almost a year of it now. I'm tinkering with maybe writing something new about an old crossover series. But we'll see.

Progressing

2008-09-14T00:49:00.003-04:00

Hey folks been a little bit so here's whats up.

First thing's first, I've gotten the rough draft of CV done, finally. Gonna need some smoothing out for sure but it's a good step. Once I get that out it's back to Terra.

Beyond that a really good friend of mine, Theromen, has been posting some more of his story Goddess. It's a great read about futanari in Roman times. I'm linking to the F3 thread because it can be viewed without registering. But he is a good friend, and he was the one that drew the images of Terra. So leave a comment if you enjoy it.

Other than that just wheeling and dealing. Hope y'all have something good going on, I know I don't. Maybe some kind of WC this week, but don't hold your breath.

Hey folks

2008-09-05T10:36:00.002-04:00

What's good everyone? First thing's first, Chapter 22 of Terra, Revelations is available for (free) download at my website. So go read and enjoy if your of the inclination.

I've honestly just been lazy lately, haven't gotten much done. The size scene in Club Vanilla is almost half done, but most of that was the plot. Beyond that just been effing around really. But can't force it I guess. I've just been exhausted when I get home. I'm going to try to get something down this weekend, realistically I should be able to get the rough draft of CV done this weekend. Well that or play video games and watch FOOTBALL! Either way works for me.

So basically nothing really new to report in really.

Here's a real error message I got on my computer. It's not like a joke thing, this seriously came up on my computer. I find it to be hilarious.

Charmed The Next Generation

2008-09-02T21:23:00.003-04:00

Hey everyone, if you are interested in role playing, and familiar with the Charmed universe, there's a new yahoo group. You can either use an existing character, or make an original one. The website allows for sex, and only requires that you are 18+. It allows for male/fem, fem/fem, male/futa, futa/futa, futa/fem, and so on. Also it allows for magic, witches, and wizards like the tv show. So join up.

New chapter of Terra

2008-09-01T23:52:00.002-04:00

Hey everyone. I hope you're enjoying the 3 day weekend, if you have one.

Just a quick note, I've finally finished the newest chapter of Terra, and will post it, sometime soon. I just haven't gotten around to posting it on my website. I am lazy. If you go to WoF, F3, or FP, you can see it there, probably under the posts over the last day.

I know for a while there was a bit of a delay and wait between anything, and I'm trying to get better at that. I'd rather just print something good, or worth reading, instead of just SOMETHING.

So because of that I'm working hard at the next chapter of Club Vanilla. I'm 32 pages and 15,500 words into the next chapter, probably another 7 or 8,000 words left. Which is good all things considered, hopefully it won't be especially long before I can get into edit mode on this, and get back into Terra. I don't want there to be another months long wait between chapters of Terra. But writing Jamie and Phillip was a real nice change of pace. Once I finish Club Vanilla, I'm seriously consider writing non erotic novellas regularly, to give myself a chance to really flex the old creative muscles. Or if nothing else, something new and different. But I am committed to writing CV out. It's kinda funny, it's like, you don't want to finish a story, because you can't write anymore. Well it won't be the end of the club, but it will be the end of Julie's story at the club. Or at least, this story of Julie's. She will probably have other, short stories, or a novella. And others will most likely have stories of their own. Probably Dan and Lin. I just can't think up a real long story to write about Club Vanilla besides Julie's. But it just might come to me. The club is bigger than her after all.

Anyhoo sorry to get off on a tangent. I'll post Terra hopefully tomorrow, and more about the chapter itself. And I'll try to make something for the weekend, a writer's corner or something. Depends on how close I am, if I can get the chapter finished during the weekend I'll do that instead.

Peace

What else? Progressional Updatitry!

2008-08-20T22:24:00.003-04:00

Hey folks, just popping in, to let you know what's what. For all 4 people who read :P

Been sick as a dog, for almost a week now. It sucks, some kind of flu thing, congestion, runny nose, sore throat, the whole bit. It sucks, but what can you do? Missing work hurts, but only in the wallet. Not working has been nice, if only I spent time doing something besides sitting around, jerking it and watching tv. Oh and writing.

Beyond that, I have been taking care of the writing buisness. The Terra beta is out on the way, not much news from my betas on it yet. But its only been three days, so we'll see. I'm a little anxious to get it out there, but things take time.

The new chapter of Club Vanilla is coming along much more smoothly, around 6,000 words taken care of so far. Although some of that is reused from the previous chapter, the impressario in particular. Still it's shaping up nicely.

On a side note, I've become a super moderator at World of Futanari. So, y'know, come on over and I can moderate you, I guess.

Maybe a writer's corner this weekend, maybe something else. I'd rather focus more on the new chapter of Club Vanilla.

Peace,

SomeRandomBastard

Jamie and Phillip posted/Progress Update

2008-08-14T11:04:00.004-04:00

First thing up is that I have published Jamie and Phillip; Pwomses up on my website so if you haven't read it, or if you would just like it in plain text format by all means enjoy it there. And please be kind enough to leave a comment.

Almost done the latest chapter of Terra I know it's taking forever but, well, it's a pain to get everything done, and I'm a professional procrastinator. Oh well, it's getting done. Hopefully it will be done this weekend and I'll send it off for the betas. I just have to write the last scene, then smooth out all of the bumps in the piece. Then let the betas tell me how badly I've done everything.

Other than that I've been helping wolfdragongod and crudebuster work on their stories, crudebuster is close to releasing his new story now, I'll try to let you know when, wolfdragongod is still a little ways off.

I'm trying to come up with something this weekend to post but we'll see, maybe not a Writer's Corner but something at least. Something more substantial than this little blurb. If I get the story done and edited and sent out then I succeeded, that's my first priority. If I manage to write something that's just icing atop the cake.

Next up writing is the new chapter of Club Vanilla, it should be fun. The idea is to trade off a chapter of Terra for one of Club Vanilla back and forth until CV is over with, should be 4 or 5 chapters until this story is complete. Of course, I will still revisit CV every now and again, with Julie et al and different characters. While I think there was something for Julie to achieve at the club, IE losing her feelings of sexual inadequacy and finding love, I don't think that I can come up with another issue to justify an entire story. So instead I'll probably focus on novellas around the size or shorter than Jamie and Phillip; Pwomises.(which you should read by the way) But we shall see, I have been considering about doing annual CV contests but I don't know how realistic it really is. Its probably more realistic to expect a novella around Anne or Liz or Dan/Linwe. Wonder what people will think when Liz shows up in Terra...

Anyway that's it for now, thanks for reading and leave a comment.

United Kingdom of Hearts

2008-08-07T20:42:00.001-04:00

United Kingdom of Hearts

Come Join Us Save the World

Hey folks I'm here to talk about a website that's nice, if your into role playing. This can be either adult role playing or just plain old dungeon running, or just having a good time chatting. A friend of mine, WolfDragonGod started the forum up, so if your a fan of RPing you can come and play with us. I'm a global mod there, so don't forget to obey the moderator.

So come on and have fun.

Progressing Update

2008-08-06T19:48:00.002-04:00

Hey folks. In an effort tonot let this blog die out for a while I've decided to do just a general state of things post. SO here goes.

I'm writing the next chapter of Terra, I'm almost done it but the next to last scene is crucial not just for the chapter, but also for the rest of the story, so I have to get it right. I have written it twice and found it lacking, it just wasn't good enough. So back to the drawing board on that.

I've done most of the prewriting for the next chapter of Club Vanilla. THat is of course the easy part.

I posted a story I wrote Jamie and Phillip: Pwomises but I've been too lazy to update my website, maybe this weekend. You know the normal places to find it.

WOrking on betaing another chapter of crudebuster's story, that's another project I'm at. I'll try to get a link up to a new RP forum I'm at if you guys want to play.

Thats about it if you read it thanks if not...well whats the point your not reading...

Writer's Corner, Structure of an Erotic Story

2008-08-02T16:53:00.004-04:00

Yes I know that it’s been a long time coming. Apologies I’ve actually been writing and not focusing on this little known and little cared for section of my weblog. If you find any of this information useful please do let me know.

My focus on this Writer’s Corner is how to map out the literary architecture of a sex scene as compared to mapping out the architecture of a short story. While the terminology may seem complex, it’s easier than the long words may indicate.

Now let’s start off with the normal architecture of a short story. Below is an image I have copied from the following website.

http://www.glencoe.com/sec/literature/course/amlit/unit1/shortstory.shtml

It does the job well, let’s examine and map out each part, all right? I’m going to use a rather famous story that most people know well enough, I hope, Cinderella. I’m going to opt for the Disney film from the 1950s rather than the original text version, for two reasons. First it is more popularly widespread than the book, and secondly I have read the book once and barely recall the major differences, and I have seen the film many times as a child. It’s what I think about when I think about the story, and I’m sure that this is true for many people of my generation as well as generations before.

Exposition occurs the beginning of a story, it is the section of a story that lets the reader pick up on information pertinent to the conflict or goal of the story. Things like the setting, events that have already transpired, who is in the story, what they look like, how old they are, where they are, what time it is, this kind of information is important. This can be done in any number of ways, from outright explaining the subject, descriptions, to subtle dialogue to more complex schemes likeb flashbacks or allusions. This generally does little to further the plot, but instead establishes information about tone, setting, and the characters that the story could not otherwise progress without.

The issue here can be what is called an information dump, where too much information is given, in an unnatural way. Try to say dialogue aloud and see if it sounds natural. In stories people talk the same way they do in real life. Try to say a descriptor out loud and then consider if it’s realistic. Describe something, you should describe something in real life the same way. Neither reveal too much nor too little at once in exposition, and always try to do things a piece at a time.

Of importance is the Inciting Act, that establishes the conflict and goal of the story, which usually sets up the Rising Action. The Inciting Action is usually when the audience begins to understand the point of the story. A mortal threat from an enemy, a need to save the girl, a desire to go home, the inciting act starts the piece into whatever the story is going towards, and can generally be seen as the line of demarcation between Exposition and Rising Action.

In using our example, Cinderella starts out without a mother, and her father remarries. Upon his death she is forced into a life of housekeeping, essentially as an unpaid maid, or slave. With little of the story actually being advanced we see a number of things about Cinderella. The prelude about her father doesn’t further the story, instead recaps the past actions. Her very name, Cinderella is taken from the word cinder, the fragments and dust left after a fire, and as a maid it would be one of her jobs to clean the fireplace. Her beauty becomes evident, particularly as her wicked stepsisters are envious of it and punish her because of it, being the one thing they couldn’t steal from her. Her kindness is evident, she helps save a mouse in a trap, and befriends him along with the other animals around the manor. Her humility is evident, because despite her father’s wealth and her birthright to live an easier and better life than what she is forced into, she doesn’t attempt to social better herself. If anything she accepts her forced job with little resistance.

The Inciting Act is the King, upset with the Prince not having taken up a wife, setting up a ball to find a suitable wife for his son to produce an heir.

Rising Action generally occurs as events in the story that shape the attitudes and actions of the characters, to build up suspense aiming towards the climax. Any secondary conflicts can be established here as well. However, the intended result is to complicate the goal or increase the conflict by adding obstacles, either in the shape of characters or in the shape of physical objects. This can be in the form of fights, either physical or verbal, it can be things as simple as winning a scratch ticket, going home from work early, staying late at work, finding a mythical dragon, learning to use the force, war being declared, anything that raises the tension after you know what is happening is included in the rising action. It can be positive or humorous things which often drive comedies. Much more often it is conflict, which often drives dramas, and some comedies. These actions shape the storyline and make the resulting climax make sense, because the reader has to understand and empathize and sympathize with the characters actions, emotions, and decision making.

In our example, a number of things happen to Cinderella that raises the action. When she wants to go to the ball her stepmother allows it if she does all of the chores, an almost impossible task, and has a gown, later crafted by her animal friends, which Cinderella’s wicked stepsisters rip apart. Cinderella’s fairy godmother comes to her aid, giving her a dress and carriage. The Prince falls for Cinderella. This sets up a desire for both Cinderella and the audience to see her work her way out of her sad life. Cinderella has to leave at midnight, and loses a slipper in her escape. The Prince begins a search for the woman who wore the slipper. Cinderella’s evil stepmother locks her in the attic. This establishes a concern for the audience that Cinderella won’t get out of her live of slavery. Then the mice find the key and free her, giving her and the audience hope that she may succeed after all. All of these acts heighten the anticipation that the two will fall in love, that Cinderella will leave her miserable life of servitude to her wicked stepmother and stepsisters, and have a storybook ending.

Climax is the height of the Rising Action, it is what the action has built up to. The turning point of the story, it sets up the resolution of the major conflict(s) of the story. This occurs near the end of the story generally. This can, and is oftentimes the showdown between the hero and the villain, or the two lovers finally confessing their love, either to one, the other, or each of them to each other. Whatever the story was building up to, it’s the part where the action has reached its apex and begins to come down.

In our example, Cinderella, at the top of the stairs, asks to try on the slipper, after her stepsisters and stepmother fail to put it on. Her stepmother knows that it is her and tries to explain away that she is just a simple servant girl. The grand duke interjects and says that all maids are to try shoeing it. The stepmother trips the servant carrying the crystal slipper, destroying it and Cinderella’s hopes of escaping her life of servitude. Cinderella notes that she has the other slipper, and returns with it, and the Prince is ecstatic about the proof of her identify.

Falling Action is what occurs after the apex of the action has turned, and the characters begin to deal with the changes. This is oftentimes larger in plays and dramas than in short stories and films, where the falling action generally is very short, and usually sets up a happy ending. The hero walks away from the villain, the town is set to normalcy, the two lovers kiss after sharing their love for one another.

In our example, Cinderella and Prince Charming get married, with the King and Grand Duke celebrating. As I had eluded to the Falling Action is generally brief in this format of storytelling.

Resolution is the end. Literally, it’s the ending of the story, where ultimately, you are to feel that the story has been told fully, that everything that can be said about it has been said. Generally it’s happy, especially in American films, television, and literature. The lovers stay together, the hero begins life after overcoming the heroic deeds, usually with the love interest.

In our example, Cinderella and Prince Charming kiss, with the narrator giving the fairy tale cliché, ‘And they lived happily ever after.’ The end.

Now this is the standard means of mapping out or diagramming the structure of a narrative. This was created by Gustav Freytag, and is not without criticism. You can find a better synopsis of criticism for this structure of diagramming a story at various websites, so if you choose not to subscribe to it you are not alone. But I will continue on using this structure, so having a general working knowledge of the established concept will assist, if you are interested in paying attention to what I say.

In erotic fiction

Exposition is important in almost all kinds of erotic fiction, the only exception to this is fan fiction, which assumes the reader already knows the universe, characters, and setting. Much of the same exposition applies, including location, time, place, etc. Usually in erotic fiction what is key is establishing the two (or more) who will make love, and generally the place that they will make love. Emphasis is generally placed on the physical attributes, age, oftentimes breast size, buttock size, legs, as well as hair color and length, makeup, and clothing. What helps make erotic fiction much more interesting is establishing character personality and quirks, which make the story much more interesting and personable to the reader. Just making a blond bombshell with large breasts and perfect makeup on, wearing a flimsy red dress and a breathy voice creates an attractive character, but not an endearing one. It seems too cookie cutter.

Do be just as careful in exposing a person’s attributes to not dump information just as you would not dump information in exposing normal information.

The Inciting Act is usually the act that will spark the two(or more) lover’s romance. It can be a simple smile, a look, or a come on line. The line of change between Exposition and Rising Action can be different in erotic stories, oftentimes physical attributes can be explained as the two make love.

Rising Action is usually identified with the goal of the lovers meeting, either for the first time or meeting up again. This can be as long or as short as the author wants it to be. Usually it is longer for first time lovers, as they have to establish an undercurrent of emotion behind the eventual coitus. This can be in the form of meeting at work, going on a date, meeting at a bar, being saved from the evil knight, blasting a spaceship to save the other lover, just as the Rising Action that builds for non erotic stories.

Of course this is added by the eventual fact that the two will need to begin making love. Generally this should begin with kissing, but unfortunately many male writers skip the kissing, which is a big mistake in my opinion, not just from a realistic point but from an emotional one as well. A good kiss can establish an open and caring relationship between two lovers better than simple foreplay or penetration. This leads to eventually removing the clothes, sometimes fully, sometimes partially, all subject to the storyline and the author’s wishes.

After the kissing, or usually during, there is generally heavy petting, or foreplay, that is to say stimulation of the penis or the vagina either directly or through clothing. Many first time writers don’t understand that there are more erogenous zones to a woman than her breasts, buttocks, and vagina. This is a mistake, largely I think due to it being somewhat boring to see in pornography. Another point that some less experienced writers do not begin to understand is that foreplay consists of a little bit more than rubbing a vagina three or four times. While it may be erotic to some, others may find it erotic to strive for realism.

Next the author has their choice of how to go about it. Some will choose to go for oral sex, their sex scene may be finished after fully writing oral sex out to orgasm, or it may just be there for titillation or as a form of foreplay. Depending on the pairing things will change. Lesbian lovers will usually perform oral sex or require a dildo or strap on, or another phallic object. Homosexual male lovers may require to switch being a top or bottom. Straight lovers can proceed to vaginal or anal intercourse.

This of course should increase the sexual tension of the story, raising it with each act, not only building up the anticipation that the characters will orgasm but building up the same anticipation for the reader that they too will orgasm. The action must continue building up, and use powerful language to describe physical motion and emotion. Do not get sidetracked, do not get into anything other than focusing on the raw sexuality of the moment.

Climax in erotic writing is a double entendre of sorts, it is where the participants climax, or orgasm. No matter the pairing the two or more individuals will orgasm, either one at a time or together. While I am a fan of simultaneous, or near simultaneous orgasms, some prefer to give each person their just due, which is fine. The point is, of course, to make all of the sexual tension and anticipation worth the wait. This can be accomplished via simultaneous orgasms, splashy money shots, and/or arousing exclamations of the impending orgasm, among various other means. Try to focus on both the physical and the mental. Explore the sensory organs, whether it’s a penis ejaculating, a vagina contracting, bodies buckling or trembling, and so on. Explore the mental aspect, the pleasure that is being felt. Make every orgasm mind shattering, even if it’s not in real life.

Now there is a big point to make is when the couples engage in multiple orgasms. Whether they are just horny buggers or whether they have oral sex, followed by vaginal and then anal or any instance where there are multiple orgasms. The big point is to make the last one the best one. In this instance, it can be anticlimactic, or less satisfying, for earlier orgasms to seem better than the last. The climax happens in a figurative sense before it happens in a literal sense. The climax is not only their orgasm, but is also the turning point in the story, their lovemaking, so keep that in mind.

Falling Action in an erotic story is usually denoted by the characters orgasms finishing. This usually involves them collapsing into bed, or a chair, couch, hot tub, or any other kind of place to rest. Depending on the place and the time, it could mean any number of things. If they were lovers in an office building during the day they may put their clothes back on, and return to work. If they were lovers at night in a bed, they may collapse under the sheet after some pillow talk. Of course they could stay, leave, put clothes on, shower, together or alone, or lay in bed and just talk, cuddle, spoon, etc. This is all of the post coitus stuff that should normally happen after two people make love. Usually put an emphasis on exhaustion, and that post orgasm glow.

Resolution in an erotic story is usually more of a plot point than anything else. Do they stay together, do they exchange numbers, plan another rendezvous, go to sleep together, etc. This can either follow up the idea of romance, of one being used, of one being deserted, or can be left ambiguous to continue the storyline.

Thanks to the following wiki page for information on the Cinderella film I didn’t remember off the top of my head
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cinderella_(1950_film)

And thanks to this webpage I ripped the picture off of.
http://www.glencoe.com/sec/literature/course/amlit/unit1/shortstory.shtml

I don't know what the future of Writer's Corner will be, but I'll try to do something once a month. Stay tuned for more.

Yeah I'm pretty bad

2008-07-24T22:45:00.002-04:00

Yeah I know I suck, sorry for being gone. Just been busy, and meh lately, but I'm trying. Going to shoot for a Writer's Corner post this weekend. This is just a 'hi I'm not dead yet' post.

Finally finished the story, will post tommorow when I get the chance to upload and update my website. I'm kinda beat now. You can find it on the normal forums.

Sorry to be gone for so long with no word. Will try to work on it. Next up is Terra, I'll go into detail about the story I just finished later.

Club Vanilla Results

2008-07-15T22:49:00.002-04:00

Hello people, this is just a quick post to announce the winners of Club Vanilla poll. This information was determined some time ago, but in my lazyness I haven’t posted it until now. The info was compiled from my poll here, the poll on F3, FP, WoF, and via emails. No body choose to publish it in a PM or IM, but one did post it in the body of their message.

So, the winners were, in order, Futanari Authority with a whopping 20, then Tentacle Showerroom with 15, followed by Little Red Riding at 13, Royally Screwed at 9, Miles Smiles with 6 and Multiplicity rounding the end with 4.

I'm back.

2008-07-12T12:43:00.002-04:00

Had a good vacation, got back yesterday actually, but I basically caught up on things. Did see Theromen comment on my stories, that was a nice change of pace, it had been some time. Didn't get much emails, and as expected, my latest story went largely unnoticed.

As for other things going on, I got no writing done with. Just gonna be honest about that. I thought a lot about the society and people of a thing that'll probably only be a small fragment of a story at best, but it was interesting to think about. Honestly, I didn't have a chance to sit around and write at any time, and besides writing is a thing that you have to be in your own comfort zone to do.

It seems I may have had a helping hand, and World of Futanari is back up and going, although the admin Axl seemed a bit disheartened. So go join up and say hi.

The CV poll is done with, the winners will be announced in story.

Gonna write something tonight, whether it's more than a page or two has yet to be seen.

Been fucking around with my new phone, it's ok, basically trakfone took a Razr and made it crappier. But it's better than no phone, so I'm happy enough with it, and the double minutes for life will do me good.

Anyways that's it, post a comment whydon'tya?

Peace,
SomeRandomBastard
http://www.asstr.org/~srb/
http://somerandombastard.blogspot.com/

Vacation

2008-07-07T00:42:00.002-04:00

Gone for a time, back around Friday, if you needed to contact me. Until then peace.

UPDATE Nevermind it's working Rest In Peace, World of Futanari

2008-07-06T18:25:00.003-04:00

Disregard that it's back up and running.

The main index page reads the following:

hello there!

let me say one thing: THIS HOST IS THE MOST SUCKING PLACE I KNOW!!

I'm really, really, really sorry, but the database has died (again)

and maybe this was the last time! I don't wan't anymore!

R.I.P. World-of-Futanari

I wish you guys, a happy rest of your lifes

Goodby

Axl-Rose

maybe we meet at Futarnaripalace.com

maybe this site will return... somewhere... sometime...

I'm not holding out much hope, I have removed the link, will add it again if the website ever comes back. A real shame, I liked that website. And I had a couple of people there that I liked talking to, and I will be saddened that I won't be able to speak to them, likely, again.

New Story, Progress Report

2008-07-06T00:57:00.001-04:00

Hey guys, meant to post this yesterday but I didn’t get a chance to do it, I was mentally dead. I have done another Bang in story, this one occurring after the first story(Bang in the New Year) during the 4th of July, Independence Day for Americans. It involves Amy and Jennifer from the first story, along with Jennifer's boyfriend who finds out what happened when he was stuck in the lodge.

The big thing about this story is that it was a one day story. One day stories are stories completed in a single day, hence the name. This one in particular was done in around eight and a half hours, and contains over 7,500 words, not including disclaimers. I’ve never really done an entire story containing that many words, although I have completed over 10,000 words before, it was between two stories. The only other completely encapsulated story I did in one day was Bang in the New Year, nine pages and 4,500 words long, so it was a bit of a personal best.

I have posted this story on my website, and tossed it on F3 and FP as well. The response has been marginal at best, but I don’t bother assuming much anymore. I had a person tell me that I was one of his favorite writers, a surprise to me, as I do not recall seeing him thank me, or comment on a story, so what does that mean? Does it mean that people are really enjoying my stories and not bothering to say a word? Or does it mean it’s just a singular case? Maybe I’m just unapproachable, I don’t want to even go down that path. If I come out begging for replies I’ll get them out of pity, and that’s not what I want, not really. I want them because people find what I did to be worth reading.

Just a quote I enjoy, from Optimus Rhyme, the nerdcore leader of the Autobeats, who fight against the Whackicons, in their song Powder Blue Egg Hatch from their self titled album.

I’d swap about eighty five percent of my ability, to get point two percent of all that credibility, and I can’t even lie with just that fifteen percent, yo I be head and shoulders up of any crew in the pit.

Anyways, if you enjoy reading the story, just say thanks. Please.

Peace,
SomeRandomBastard
http://www.asstr.org/~srb/
http://somerandombastard.blogspot.com/

No Writer's Corner this week

2008-06-29T09:18:00.000-04:00

*shrugs* Sorry.

Honestly, I wanted to do something, but I didn't wind up getting it done. I don't plan on doing a make up post this week, so don't expect it. Apologies.

In other news, the new chapter of Club Vanilla has gotten next to no replies, and after a week and a half I've basically given up on getting any replies. Shame that, but thanks for voting, those of you who have chosen to do so.

I've taken a bit of a break to write something that's not erotic, but is about futas. I don't know if I'll wind up posting it, I haven't decided yet. If you are here, your probably in my inner circle of people I would send it to anyway, but if not you could by like, replying, commenting, emailing, or just taking a general interest. Honestly my inner circle is comprised of four or five people who read my stuff and say something, it's not like you have to make a blood sacrifice...

Anyways, it's around 5500 words now, but it needs some tweaking, some improvements. It's just a short story, after taking the advice of Basil Jelly, I decided to write a novella, or short novel. You can visit his sizeplay blog here or just click on the link after reading the post. It's a story involving futas, but has no sex, and it explores the an issue in one futa's life. I might wind up doing a series of these novellas, but we'll see how it goes.

WolfDragonGod has posted her new story at Futanari Palace. You can read it here, it's chapter four, and it's an improvement on her story. She's getting better, her early story is about ten times better than my early stuff. Don't forget to reply.

In other news, I have vacation the week after next, starting with the fourth of July. I'm going away next week, probably Monday through Friday, so no writing, replying, or posting anything. The poll availability is going to expire during that time, so I won't know, or at least I won't be able to post the results until then. I don't want to go looking at porn websites where I'm going.

I'll post something else in the near future, I dunno what so just keep your eyes open and maybe you'll find something worth reading.

Peace,
SomeRandomBastard
http://www.asstr.org/~srb/
http://somerandombastard.blogspot.com/

Unsheathing The Sword, CH 1

2008-06-26T21:23:00.006-04:00

Crudebuster's latest story has finally been published, as advertised.

It’s a fantasy futa story, and it is one of the stories that I have been editing. He is a guy who has written a lot, but hasn’t really had someone come in and help him beta the story right. English is not his native language, so there was many instances which needed cleaning. Not just in spelling, but grammar, tense, and colloquialisms. Hell, his English is better than my Portuguese any day. He’s written everything, I just pointed out where there were flaws, where there were mistakes that needed to be fixed, or at least, where I saw them. I’m not perfect either. But he is the sole writer, and I didn’t write anything out for him, except for coming up with the title.

The story itself is a lighthearted, not a deep or brooding affair by any means. It involves a number of fantasy elements, most prominently magic. There is sex, between a futa and a girl, and transformation, voyeurism, virgins, and oral and vaginal sex. If you’re a fan of futas, and fantasy, or just want a nice read it’s worth your time. And hey, leave a comment too, that never hurt.

Without further ado, here it is. I’m linking the one at F3, because FP you will have to register to view, and after registering, getting the email, validating it, you might lose the link.

Unsheathing The Sword at F3

PS: I know this is a blog specifically for me, but I helped him, so that counts. If I beta your story, I will post a link to it too.

Progress Report/Bleh

2008-06-25T22:13:00.001-04:00

I reconsidered something about the newest chapters of Club Vanilla.

Initally, no doubt due to my own arrogance, I considered that there would be a larger group of people interested in the story if I upped the sexual content of the story. That is to say, by adding a size scene, a futadom/malesub scene, a goo guy scene, a multiple body part scene, faux incest scene, etc, that it would increase the number of people interested in reading it. Thus, I had expected more replies, or responses, comments, whatever.

Unfortunately, I think it worked the opposite way. I hadn't thought that the audience who was interested in reading a size scene, might not want to get through the previous scenes in order to find them. The niche markets were likely more interested in a full size scene, or incest scene than my chapter.

Honestly, my goal was really to attempt to write various scenes about topics I hadn't written before. I had never written a goo scene, or a dominant scene before, and I was trying to expand the kind of stuff I've written about. I did that much, for what little good it was for.

I had just hoped some people might have enjoyed it. A couple did at least, I guess. Well, two people certainly, which is more than I should have expected.

In other news, some dickhead dunked my backpack in a bucket of water at work, and my cell is barely working. It seems that even when I try to ignore it, life keeps trying to kick me in the dick.

Working on Terra, it's coming along, around 7000 words so far. I hope all two of you are psyched about the next chapter. And I know that those two aren't the same two who enjoy CV. I might take a break from writing, but everytime I say that I wind up writing a new chapter so don't pay much attention to my whinings.

Will likely post a new story by Crudebuster tonight/tommorow.

That's all I got, didn't think I'd have that much.

Peace,
SomeRandomBastard
http://www.asstr.org/~srb/
http://somerandombastard.blogspot.com/

Writer's Corner, Back in the Saddle

2008-06-22T12:47:00.003-04:00

Writers Corner is an attempt by me to create some kind of aid or assistance for people who want to write. I am by no means a great writer, I barely qualify as a good one. I am simply trying to give people the chance to not make the same mistakes that I have, and hopefully help someone at least in some small manner. While I write erotica, much of the information posted will help people who are writing non-erotic works as well. I cannot be held responsible if my advice has an adverse effect on your writing, or if it improves either.The main idea of this episode of Writer’s Corner is to talk about responses. This can come in the form of ‘Thanks’ buttons on forums, comments, replies, emails, PMs, IMs, or any other various means of communication on the internet.

Writer's Corner, Back in the Saddle

Well, I just did two chapters of Club Vanilla and posted them, a little under impressed with the response but I’m hoping that it just means everyone is enjoying the nice summer weather. Or maybe they just don’t like the theatrical thing. I’m a little surprised, honestly, the Club Vanilla series has usually seemed to garner more replies and I had been expecting something else. Remember to use the poll on the right to select your top 2 (TWO) that will advance to the next round, if you haven’t done so already.

But now I’ve moved onto my main bread and butter story, Terra. It’s a long, cyberpunk, sort of quasi-space opera. I say quasi, because it’s not like there’s a ton of various aliens, it involves humans really, although the balance of the two worlds are definitely a part of the story, and as thus it has some elements of space opera, certainly in it’s length. It does have futa, although much more toned down than Club Vanilla, by which I mean there aren’t lolis or dicknipples or tentacle nice guys (I just can’t call Dan a monster).

And this episode of Writer’s Corner is about how to get back into an old story, how to resume writing something that you’ve put down for a time, even if it’s just a relatively short period of time. It hasn’t been all that long in my case, but some people put stories down for quite some time before picking it back up.

Perhaps the best way to start out is to reread the latest thing that you wrote. The newest chapter you published can help you get back into it. You can get your mind locked into the same consciousness that you were in the last time you wrote. What’s best is that you can remind yourself of everything you were doing, and everything you were trying to do, trying to set up, trying to establish, and build off of it again.

Another important thing is to remember the characters, and remember what it is that the characters would do, what they would want to do, how they would react, and in what manner they would. Characters oftentimes drive stories, and the most important thing to do when writing is to keep in mind what it is that the characters themselves might do. Remember their strengths, their weaknesses, their flaws, their relationships with others, and write the story accordingly. Perhaps the biggest issue to overcome isn’t the simple matter of having a story just continue a plot, but continue the story of the characters, to continue what they are doing, and not what is happening. People can fall in love with the characters, and oftentimes if you screw it up, then people will get upset.

Take it from someone who has written more than his fair share of fan fiction, people do not like when you screw with established characters. If you do things that make them seem out of character, then they won’t like your story, and respond negatively. Even if you do a good job, you won’t get much praise.

Now, I grant that if your working with characters that are entirely of your own creation, then you’re in a better situation than a fan fiction writer who is ‘borrowing’ them for the sake of his or her story. But the truth is, if you mess up your own characters then you wind up making your story seem untrue, or at least your characters seem untrue to what it is they were. And the audience likely fell in love with what they were. Perhaps they will like it, perhaps they won’t.

And do not think that this means all characters must remain stagnant, but if you are coming back to a story, do not suddenly change the characters all in one go. Characters naturally grow and evolve over the period of a story, and allow for that change to happen. What I’m talking about is the sudden rapid departure from the pre-established norms already in your story.

Another thing to remember is the tone and flow of your story. This can be difficult to really put your finger on. If your writing a detective story, keep the clues sparse and disguised, if your writing a space story, keep everything seeming magnified and large, if your writing a high school story, keep everything feeling emotional and soul searching. Of course, these are just generalities on genres, because honestly, you could use any tone for any setting. Flow is usually established over the period of a story, and entails a lot of different things. Usually, establishing a continuity of tone, of setting and place and characters, and continually progressing in the same way establish the feeling of flow.

The most important thing is to remember your vision for a story, what you wanted to happen in there. You should be able to clearly know in your mind what it is that you think the story should contain, that it should try to share with the audience.

To review, when returning to an old story, keep in mind characters, tone, and flow, and to maintain your original vision. Characters can change, but show the reason behind their change. Don’t just rapidly alter everything all at once. Try to maintain the same continuity from the previous chapters, in characters, tone, and flow. And above all, just keep your original vision in mind, and do your best to establish it.

And as an aside, remember that the audience might need to be reintroduced to the characters, so keep that in mind.

Peace,
SomeRandomBastard
http://www.asstr.org/~srb/
http://somerandombastard.blogspot.com/

Apologies that this is later, just be thankful it showed up, or continue lurking and never leave any comments, that will work too ;)

Club Vanilla Chapter 7, is released!

2008-06-19T21:03:00.003-04:00

The latest chapter of Club Vanilla, Chapter 7, Talent Show Part 2 is on my website now. Or it will be shortly, ASSTR has an issue with the transfering of files from their update server to their web server, so be patient. If you can't be patient, I'm sure that you can find them at the various other websites that you found my blog from.

Next on the list, while I wait for the poll results to finish, will be to write another chapter of Terra, I've already gotten some of it done, now I just need to work on it a little bit more, hopefully it won't interrupt the next one. Honestly, I feel bad that it has taken so long to geta new chapter done, my own fault I know, but I'm trying partly to improve the quality of the story as well.

Don't forget to vote, on either the poll here, the one at F3, FP, or WOF, and remember you can vote twice. If you don't want to vote on one of them, I will take comments here, emails, or Private Messages.

CELTICS WIN!

2008-06-17T23:48:00.003-04:00

The Boston Celtics have won, and I couldn't be happier about that. This is awesome. And good for you too, because now I won't have that taking up my time, so more time for writing and working on stories. No more must watch games, until the World Series. I won't go on, I'm sure there aren't a lot of you that interested in it, but FUCK YEAH CELTICS WIN BABY FUCK DA LAKERS!

While I wait for other people to finish my beta

2008-06-16T23:38:00.002-04:00

I'm helping some other people beta. It's a give and take, I would like to think that in the end I'm going to have helped some people out.

I've been helping wolfdragongod on her story, Of Broken Homes and Broken Children (hosted at FP, registration required, it's free). It's a 'girl finds magic book, uses it to solve her problems' story, nothing that heavy or complicated, but am aspiring writer who is doing her best, and I'm lending her her a hand.

I've been looking at a story by crudbuster, that hasn't been posted yet, it needs some work but it's coming along great.

I've helped another writer with another story, but he's still unsure as to whether or not it is going to be posted or not, so I won't divulge that info.

I like to help people who need a hand, and who like to write. I'm no master but I do like to think that I can lend a hand.

Anyways, that's all I really had to say, this is just something I've been doing as I wait for betas to get back to me, and wait to post the new story. Soon I'll get back into writing Terra, but I wanted a couple days off to recharge my batteries.

Peace
SomeRandomBastard
http://www.asstr.org/~srb/
http://somerandombastard.blogspot.com/

Writer's Corner, Responses

2008-06-14T23:53:00.001-04:00

Writer's Corner, Responses

No matter what form it comes in, chances are that responses won’t come as often as you want it to. I touched upon this earlier in my previous Writer’s Corner, about patience.

Now let’s be honest, we all have an ego, at least I do. You might as well. When we spend hours working on something, coming up with something, we want attention, we want to be gratified with praise. We want acknowledgement on what it is we’ve done, we want someone to just make us feel better about what we feel good about. It’s hard to step away and honestly critique our own work, just as your own child you can sometimes be blind to their imperfections. You see all the greatness and none of the faults, and believe that someone else will as well. Maybe you don’t want someone to come over and kiss your ass, maybe you do.

There isn’t much that can be done to garner more responses. I find that the best way is to form close (relatively for the internet) friendships with other people online that can come in and honestly give you positive or negative feedback. Naturally this isn’t something that can be forced to happen, this is something that has to naturally occur over the course of spending time on websites and forums. Other writers are usually a good place to try, as they have a sort of insight on writing and a desire for responses.

Another big part is to seem accessible to responses, whether it’s a simple ‘Hey thanks’ a small spelling or grammatical edit, or a more in depth critique. Thank everyone who thanks you, and try to respond to them. If they gave their time to write something to you, you should take the time to write something to them. Should it be a spelling or grammar edit, then thank them and fix your mistake. If someone comes to you and critiques your work, you should take the time to respond to it intelligently. Don’t simply accuse them of being rude or attacking your work, honestly have a discourse. Don’t ignore them. Perhaps they are putting out something that you have missed, or something your betas didn’t pick up on.

But this post isn’t designed to help garner more responses, not really. I’m not the person to talk to about that. This post is designed more to be about responses and how they work.

Sometimes you are going to write a story, or a chapter of a story, and your going to think that this is a really good job. Then the results aren’t exactly pouring in, probably more like dripping in at best. It’s discouraging. Especially if you are on a forum, or a website, and see hundreds of views and two replies(and one is your own)

Part of responses is getting your story to your target audience, if your audience likes female dominant stories, go to a femdom website. If they like futanari, go to a futanari website, and so on. If your posting stories on a website where people aren’t interested, well, you won’t get the same amount of replies.

Another part is putting it up on a larger number of places. The more places that you put your story up, the more responses that it will be likely to get, again, assuming that you’re sending it to appropriate websites.

But honestly, the most important thing to do is to not expect responses. People won’t send them really. Sure, some folks will drop lines, and it’ll be really nice, especially at first, but as the story goes on, as things fall into place, the replies will get smaller and smaller, as people get turned off for some reason or another, as people have other things begin to take up their time, and various other reasons.

That’s when the make of a real writer comes out, when you are there to do it for yourself. You’re not getting paid for it, not if you’re reading my advice, unless you find it amusing. You’re doing it for free, so why are you doing it? Because you have a story to get out, so get it out, and if people like it good, and if they don’t, or if they ignore it, or don’t post it, then just let them do whatever, and write the story because you want to finish it.

One last note, try to create a ‘dummy’ email account, because if you put your email out there, a lot of bots are going to find your email and send you spam, and in any case you might not want your ‘normal’ email to be mixed up with responses about your stories, erotic or otherwise.

So remember for replies, post your story where it belongs, and be accessible to the person replying. But most importantly, don’t worry about replies, and just get the work done, honestly, it’ll be more rewarding, and less frustrating that way.

Apologies for the lateness of the post, I hope to not miss the next week.

Progress Update

2008-06-14T23:51:00.001-04:00

Just a quick heads up, CV betas out in the email, waiting to get it back. When it's done, I'll post the poll.