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I've been doing more writing & art commissions in that vein of late.



Mostly about futa losing theirs, but I'm an open-minded pervert.



If you're interested in checking my works out, I post it to a blog over at:



FrictionByBill blogspot com (spaces to avoid being flagged as spam)

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Idk if it belongs in "best of" because I'm a amateur writer, but I'm writing a story like this right now.

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>>7482

Actually, there is a solution to that you can't just move to the past and disconnect from the present. You will be still living in the present while changing past which in turn, changes your present time as well



so, in essence, you will be not traveling anywhere but just modifying the present using pretty strange way.

That way you will be unable to perform changes that remove the reason of getting back in the part at the first place however you still can perform some changes that replace original reason.



For example, you cant come back in time to save your wife because doing that would remove the reason for getting in the past in the first place, but you can fake that death and abduct her to the future still retaining the reason to go back and save her.

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The past is not stored anywhere. You can't go there, it doesn't exist. There's only right now. The future also doesn't exist, and can never be totally predicted, because quantum stuff is random. Probably the randomness is why time exists at all.

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tell me more baby

Jump in a black hole and see how that works out.

Thats a pointless question. You can't travel back in time. We don't even have a proper definition for "time", let alone mess with it. However, what you can try is "travel to the future" in a peculiar fashion, if it holds true at least. There are stories about people who had been lost in the woods and emerged 3 years later, only to discover that to them, only a couple of hours appear to have gone by. If such claims be taken as true, and we agree to the possibility of some forests somehow messing with our perception of time or whatever, you could "technically" travel to the future.

“Okay, I hope you have enough juice in the tank for one more scene. This'll be the last shot before Ava has to go in for conversion, so make sure to give it your all. I wanna have a sort of 'Girlskin clothes make you feel like a queen' thing going on in this one, so you get a short break while we get your throne set up, okay? Ava, anything you want to get done? Any last calls you wanna make? Make 'em now, cause after this shot it's straight to snuffing for you."

MJ nodded, slowly getting up so she could clear the set for the throne to be put up. Still unsure exactly how to think about this whole thing, the redhead cast an eye at her mindbogglingly willing partner in this endeavor.

Ava rose to her own feet as languidly as a tiger, her lips glistening with the remnants of Mary Jane's orgasm. Remnants that she sensuously licked clean as soon as she realized her crush was looking at her. She made no move to leave, to call anyone, to do anything save for stand by Mary Jane's side while the crew changed the scene in front of them and scattered fresh rose petals across the silken sheets.

“Isn't there anyone you want to call and say goodbye to?” Mary Jane asked her costar in the shoot.

“I said all my goodbyes before coming here,” Ava explained. “I even called up a few friends from high school that I'd fallen out of touch with just to share the news and make them jealous,” the Latina admitted. “Besides, I don't want to ruin the mood, and interrupting this just to talk with unrelated people? It might be hard to get as excited as I am right now in the time I have left.”

Mary Jane nodded. This at least was understandable to her, even if Ava's motivations were alien. Still, she couldn't help but be a bit curious about the girl who'd be becoming her latest pair of lingerie after this shoot.

“Are you… looking forward to it?” Mary Jane asked.

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"Alright!" the director chimed in, breaking the spell between the two women. "Now that the set has been set up again, let's get back to work. Unless you need more time?" he asked. The offer was genuine, but geared more towards Ava than herself. Not that Ava really needed it.

"I'm good to go," the lithe Latina affirmed as she looked over the set. It had changed a bit while they were distracted. the white silk still there, the rose petals replaced, but the largest change was what looked like a solid gold throne sitting in the middle of the set. It was fake of course. There was no way that the assistants could have dragged a solid gold chair of that size in unnoticed, but the actual chair was real enough to bear her weight, and more importantly MJ's weight. It had a lion-themed design to it; the feet and armrests terminating in golden paws, and the backing and seat were both fitted with red cushions, the shade of which matched the rose petals beneath. It looked… regal; and Ava was certainly looking forward to the chance to service her queen.

"Alright then," The director responded once the stars made it clear that more time wasn't necessary, "for this bit the theme is 'Girlskin makes me feel like a queen!' I want decadence, luxury, and above all else this is about the subtle undertones of power and control. Mary Jane, I know you're a powerful self-made woman, now you just need to let the audience know as well. Ava? You're a subject, a slave. I want you clearly submitting to Ms. Watson's whims, you'd die if she commanded it, okay?"

Ava smiled. "That shouldn't be too hard to get across."

Mary Jane nodded as well, a few ideas about how to convey confidence and control running through her head. Of course, getting into the right state of mind was essential, and given just how strongly Ava had reacted to her own story? This last shoot could be a fitting gift for the soon-to-be girlskin girl.

Ava watched enthralled as Mary Jane sauntered her way across the set to take her rightful place on her throne. The red-haired woman really did look like a queen in that moment, and Ava wanted nothing more than to serve her.

Ava walked over, dropping to her knees once she reached the throne; her eager cunt glistening with arousal at the thought of what was to come.

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A little less than a year after the fateful photo-shoot that had reignited her career and made her an overnight sensation, Mary Jane found herself at a gala. It was the opening for an exhibit on Girlskin fashion at the museum of modern art and every girlskin model had been invited. Well, those that had survived their shoots at least.

The second half of Mary Jane's lingerie shoot had been much less exciting. Ava fit her like a dream, and she felt every bit as comfortable and seductive as her former lover had described her high school friend feeling in their brief conversation, but without Ava's passion and penchant for lesbian sex it was just another modeling gig; the sexiest gig she'd ever taken to be sure, but still lacking that vital spark that Ava had provided. It was fun going through the exact same poses and expressions as in the first shoot, only this tine wearing Ava instead of fucking her, but as fun as it was it wasn't anywhere near the same level as having Ava as a co-star.

Not that Mary Jane would trade her new underthings to reverse that change! Ava fit her absolutely perfectly; and coming from a model who had plenty of bespoke lingerie to her name, that was saying something! She'd kept her promise to wear Ava every day for a week, it honestly wasn't that hard. Ava's skin breathed in a way that other leather simply didn't while still being light and comfortable. Ava's lower lips had ended up sewn together (a necessary precaution given the amount of paparazzi chasing after intimate pictures of her once more), but even so MJ felt like she was flashing the entire world while wearing Ava. It honestly wasn't an unpleasant thought at all anymore.

Ava had restarted her entire career. She was in vogue again, wanted by fashion designers and directors both for her bold and outrageous spirit. If it weren't for the girlskin garment currently cupping her privates, that would have been the greatest gift that Ava had ever given her.

Ava had been the first girl she'd taken to bed, but in the aftermath of the shoot she certainly wasn't the last. Several pretty young college-aged girls had practically dropped their panties in front of her, eager to partake, and Mary Jane didn't exactly refuse. Her gloves and stockings got almost as much use as her underwear did, and she'd lost count of the number of girls that upon seeing her arms covered from finger tip to shoulder in gorgeous Latina had asked her to spank or finger them. One or two girls even asked her to fist them! It did wonders to keep the leather nice and supple…

Of course, the belt had gotten just as much use as the rest of Ava combined, and a picture of MJ wearing it, and nothing else, was one of the most popular images of her circling around the internet. Girlskin had certainly been appreciative. A bra or a pair of panties can only be made from certain areas of a girl, but a belt? A single girl could yield a dozen belts, maybe more. And making a synthetic belt was even easier and cheaper. Girlskin's stock had skyrocketed after that, and they certainly couldn't seem to sing MJ's praises loudly enough, especially since her Ava-skin belt was her favorite accessory when she got dressed in the morning. They'd even reached out to her earlier this past week to see if she wanted to do another shoot and become an official girlskin spokes-model. They'd offered to hook her up with any model she wanted, and had made sure she knew that they'd be happy to keep her in genuine girlskin clothes if she wanted them, but they'd be just as happy to make her into genuine girlskin clothes if she preferred that as well.

Mary Jane was still considering it. She wasn't planning to become girlskin anytime soon, if ever, but the thought of having that corset she'd imagined Ava as was certainly tempting.

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Wonderful concept, thanks for bringing this to life!

>>15372
Glad you liked it! t was a lot of fun to write too!

OMG!!! TRANSLATIONS! THANK YOU!!
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What's even going on here?

The name is Siren. サイレーン
produced by Yamazaki Sayaka 山崎紗也夏

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A tough choice [m/f, f/f; shooting; loli; multiple endings; con]



“Hey, babe. I'm home.”



“Welcome home.” As Chase entered the house he was greeted by a quite lovely sight, his wife Julie, wearing nothing but a fancy – and revealing – black mini dress, the fabric hugging her voluptuous body quite closely, showing off all of her curves, and thin enough to even make her lack of underwear readily apparent.



“Looking good.” Chase took off his jacket and put his bag to the side. “What's the occasion?”

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Written as a request for Pussy Shooter (I know, who woulda thought, with that name). Featuring variant endings because they couldn't decide either, and otherwise it just would have been kinda short. I got held up way too long on the (rather vanilla) sex scenes for whatever reason, other than that I think the story is self-explaining enough.



(I totally started just copy-pasting one of these.) Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed, feedback/criticism always appreciated.

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>>8494
That's some harsh truth there, all right.

But it's not always risky behaviours. People are being tricked. Some bastards work on victims for weeks to gain their trust. Sometimes you are forced into situations where you have no control.

And we can't expect for every girl and kid to train hard martial arts or carrying a weapon of some sort.

What I'm saying is you are right but it's never black and white and also we should symphathize with victims nevertheless. Even if they kinda put shit on their own head. Like that young girl who I read was beaten to death in forest with a hammer, because she owned 1000$ for pot to some shitstains. They didn't even raped her. Just bashed her head in like she was worthless meatbag. Shitstains went to bbq after that.
So, sort of her fault, but feeling nothing about stuff like that isn't right. To be honest I don't even mean compassion for that girl, but at least condemnation for those motherfuckers.

Your post quasi states "she deserved to be raped because of how she was dressed" and think about yourself. Kinda radical.

>>8494
She wasn't even 10. She was just a small child, just a baby. She couldn't have done anything to overcome that.

>>8494
Everybody should be armed for this reason. If you can, get a concealed carry license. For those living in nations where such basic rights are denied, consider pepper spray or improvised weaponry, and practice practice practice with them. In the end, its on YOU to protect yourself, certainly not the govt.

>>8508
Kids don't shoot eachother in schools here, thank you very much.
jk, kind off.
But seriously I don't think it would work without tight and supervised gun flow, so it wouldn't end up on the streets like in US. Now I can be affraid of punch in the face, and not of being shot 6 times for equivalent of 10 bucks, or because cops are paranoid and trigger happy.
Also I don't think all countries are ready for free access to guns. You got decades and decades of experiences with weapons, but here people would lost their shit, believe me.
Don't get me wrong I support access to guns, but there are many concerns. It's very complex issue.

Although pepper spray and stuff like that are always a good idea.

It IS on government. You took so many responsibilities off the gov and now you are surprised it spends your money on weird shit. You are surprised both parties are disconnected from you.
There is no money for health care, wellfares, social issues. First/second economy in the world my ass.
Your gov basically tells you every man for himself but it isn't how it should work.
Come on.

>>8509
Yeah this wasn't meant for politics but I'll say I hate the damned when we do and damned when we don't nature of our gov. They pretend they're here for our own good then say personal responsibility when we ask for help with things beyond our control.

John Goes Gay, Trish Tries Black

About a week later, when the pain where his sack used to be had subsided his wife was inspecting the site. The small bit of flesh that was below the band had shriveled up even more and fallen off, leaving a smooth patch of skin where the bands had been. His cock, which had once stood proudly about his balls was limp and unable to get hard. His wife had ordered some testosterone through the mail, but it was taking a while to arrive (having to come from Mexico.) Since he was feeling much better she decided on a family outing. As her eunuch husband and precocious daughter piled into the car they peppered her about where they were going.
"Come on, give me a hint please?" implored John.
"Why do I have to wear so much?" her 11 year old daughter whined, adjusting her clothes so more of her skin showed. The child had become quite a slut after losing her virginity to her father and seemed to always want to be scantily dressed when out of the house, and naked, preferablly on her fathers cock when in it. She was also a little on edge because her father had not been able to fuck her while he was healing.
"You have to wear that much so people don't see how young you are, now pipe down we're here." They had pulled up to a nondescript building that just said "Broader Horizions Bookstore" out front.
"What is this place?" Trish asked, seeming a little annoyed.
"It's an adult bookstore," her mother said, "and they have a some private movie rooms in the back."
"A gloryhole?" Trish asked, not sure.
"How did you know that?" her mom asked.
"It's not like I'm a baby, I know stuff." She insisted.
"Well, keep your voice down or they won't let you in."
They all got out of the care and walked in. Trish tried to act older as the passed the clerk at the front of the store. He eyed her warily as she went in, but made no move to stop her.

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>>10007

Is there another chapter to this? I have trouble finding any more Ducetur Manibus on this site.

I have a question.



What the fuck? I don't have anything against any of this. Bur the way it's written... It's so happy.

Bumping because I really want more of this

well, that's given us a few extra leads. so to speak.

visibility bump post-GC-resurrection…

…no, wait, shit. Wrong thread. I meant to bump mk4. Dammit.

Though, wait… That means this thread must be unlocked now? Argh.

Post in whichever you feel like.

But on the other hand, if its more accessible, it'll also be more susceptible to spam attacks and retards who think they can post CP and IRL snuff, like what happened to the last Gurochan.

TBF, whilst I only just came across the .cx site knowledge whilst searching for what I was missing on desuarchive, it still took me less time to run across that than the /last/ GC epic fail.

It's probably roughly about the right level of obscurity…

The judge skimmed the document in his hand before looking over his desk, a grimace on his face, at the young woman with should sitting across from him. Marie Myers, short and slender, with purple hair to her shoulders, watched with piercing brown eyes. Only nineteen, dressed in a grey sweater and matching sweatpants, and black sneakers, one might have assumed her to be a college student asking to drop out of a course. In his deepest subconscious, Judge Carter probably wished this to be that scenario.

"This is a rather big commitment you have agreed to for your sister. Are you fully aware of what you're giving up?"

Marie shifted her eyes. "Yes. I know," she muttered. "My life," she thought to herself; she opened her mouth to say it but only managed a puff of air.

"Your parents committed treason, and the law only requires the execution of one child. It's highly likely that Ivy assisted then in some cases, which is why she was sentenced instead of you. Now I can't stop you from taking her place, but I will point out that you are giving your life for an alleged traitor."

"Ivy's only twelve, she didn't know what she was doing. My parents brainwashed her with their fascist ideologies, just as they tried to do me. With them gone from her life she has a chance to see our parents for the demons they were. She's only a child with her whole life ahead of her, and I'd hate to see it cut short for them."

"She may be young, but you're only nineteen yourself. Seeing as you turned your family in, we can be certain that you will make for a more valuable citizen. Ivy may not see the error of her ways, and if she so much as doodles a single swastika she will be facing execution again."

"She might or might not come back here, but if I don't give her that second chance I will regret this for the rest of my life. Knowing that my sister died because I left her to the same demons I escaped from is worse than dying in my opinion."

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where can i commision you mr. or miss mori?

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i sage my email on some of the post above ;)

like this one >>17624

Wow, this is good!

If you like, I will upload more pictures about dota.

>>26051
If you like, I will upload more pictures about dota.

Great work! I really enjoyed it!



Also, that last line... are you planning a sequel? I'd love to see Cassandra meet Nightmare.

Cassandra’s Nightmare

After discovering the raped and neutered corpse of her sister, Sohpitia, impaled upon the staff known as Kali-Yuga, Cassandra knew who she must seek out. She tracked the man known as Kilik to the top of the evil tower that had erected itself from the core of earth, only to find him already defeated. The young woman stood and watched as the Azure Knight drained the evil essence from Kilik, growing in strength every second. When the Nightmare noticed her presence, it threw Kilik from the ground and from the swirling core of its own body it retrieved a massive blade—Soul Edge.

With her own blessed sword and shield, she stood ready to face the Azure Knight. Her dexterity allowed to repel the gigantic sword several times, landing her own sword strikes. But how was one to kill a living suit of armor? As they fought, she took several glancing blows from the mighty weapon, leaving her clothing tattered and nearly falling to pieces. Small amounts of blood crept from the gaps in cloth, staining the blue material into a dark black. She learned the monster’s fighting style as they battled, and began incorporating more quick spins, ducks, and leaps into her movements to give her the advantage. But the monster was learning too, and waited for her to spin horizontally. Cassandra spun herself to the left of a sword thrust, and expected to land behind the slow moving beast. But with a sudden burst of speed, Nightmare pulled back his blade and throw it upwards and away from himself. Cassandra felt a searing pain in her chest as her spun was brought to a sudden stop, and the sudden removal of significant weight from her front caused her to fall backwards onto her ass. She couldn’t stop herself from screaming out in agony. Blood and some sort of yellow, fatty substance coated the ground where she had just stood. Horrified, she stared dead ahead at the sight of her breasts lying on the floor and seeping blood.

She looked down at the bloodied chest just to be sure, and for the first time in her adult life she could see her own lower body—sight unhindered by her large mammories. Desperate and not in her right mind, she began crawling towards the precious globes and their perfect pink nipples leaving a smeared trail of blood in her wake. Amused, the monstrous Nightmare plunged its blade into Cassandra’s back, pinning her to the ground. She nearly lost her voice screaming, as the evil weapon severed her spine. It’s prey trapped, Nightmare walked over to her severed tits and lifted its heavy, armored leg. She screamed and begged for it to stop, only to watch helplessly as the first of her gifts was flattened by the sharp boot. There was a grotesque splattering sound as red blood, cream skin, and yellow fat flew out in every direction. Some of it hit Cassandra right in the face, and she even received an unwelcome taste of her own womanhoods. Without wasting another moment, Nightmare smashed the remaining breast into a sticky paste that clung to its boot.

Tears had begun streaming down Cassandra’s face as reality set in. Her fate would be as violent and painful as her sisters, if not more so. At least, she thought, the monster could not possibly wish to or even hope to rape her. There was no man left inside the armor, and god’s willing no manhood to take her virginity. She did not know that her maidenhood was in for much worse than an unwanted member.

Nightmare returned to the wounded woman’s side and pulled the sword from her back. It saw that her ass was as large and healthy as her breasts were, and with a precise and low-angled strike, removed Cassandra’s ass cheeks. The woman screamed out again, hoping desperately that her body would pass out or that she would simply bleed out so her pain could end. Nightmare’s bladework had been so precise, both cheeks rested now on the other side of Soul Edge, bleeding profusely. It pushed her cheeks to the ground and proceeded to crush them as it had her breasts.

Now it lifted the blade once more, and struck the ground. The evil seed now jutted out from the ground at a 45 degree incline. Confused and scared, Cassandra begged for mercy. Then it lifted her by the legs, spun her around, and slammed her cushionless ass to the floor. Once again it gripped her smooth legs, and now began to pull her crotch slowly into the blade. Though she resisted, what little strength she had left was not enough to save her. She felt the warm, malicious steel on her panties and then felt it part her secret lips. With a solid yank, the weapon tore into her underwear and flesh. Nightmare seemed to enjoy it itself, as it slid the poor woman’s pussy up and down on the edge of its weapon—cutting deeper and deeper into her each motion. At some point in the bloody destruction of her womanhood, she lost consciousness. Her last conscious moments would be in pain, but at least with some of her dignity still in tact.

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oh, damn! Didn't expect to see the continuation of this after gurochan vanished. Loved it!

>>1865
And here's said thread.
https://web.archive.org/web/20130331051719/http://gurochan.net/f/res/36320.html
Might have some trouble matching the translations with the pictures, though.