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Edit Hell / Re: New story. Still post here for Editing?
« on: November 30, 2018, 09:52:48 PM »
Sure

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General Discussion / Re: Introductions SpinOff
« on: October 09, 2018, 10:42:37 PM »
Except the furry part - we need to nuke them.

normally i just kinda sit off to the side, but i do have to say, joke or not, that this doesn't sit very well with me - especially given that this small community is based on a very niche interest


What's one got to do with the other? LC, BC, and similar are not offshoots of the Furry community, no matter how much they want to own them.

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General Discussion / Re: Off-Site Archival thread
« on: September 18, 2018, 10:38:38 PM »
Ah...enf-centric.

I feel like I wouldn't play up the 'e' part enough for those folks.

I dunno, Divides made a pretty strong case for light-hearted E.

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General Discussion / Re: Moral thread
« on: August 25, 2018, 12:39:54 PM »
Send whatever you've got to me and we'll get it loaded. Going forward, you can send it to me, link the chapter you want it added too, and I'll figure the rest out.

(Also, it's Morale)

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Defunct Chain Story Board / Re: Absolute Power - multistory started
« on: April 02, 2018, 09:00:13 PM »
Vest: "Hey look that bear isn't bothering us."

*Proceeds to poke bear in eye with stick*

___

Actually, since the story is exploring newfound power and on a CHYOA-type story, I think it's ok. If she instantly learned all aspects of her power that would be too much, but this is more of a BEArchive-excuse-for-anything type story.

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Edit Hell / Re: A slave to Socks Ch. 11
« on: February 22, 2018, 10:20:11 PM »
The editor should be fixed now, and it shouldn't cause any more problems.

Just so you know - cleaning it up is generally super difficult because the WYSIWYG editor would add the errors back in. That editor is disabled now (it doesn't work anyway) so there shouldn't be more problems.

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Edit Hell / Re: A slave to Socks Ch. 11
« on: February 18, 2018, 02:01:16 PM »

It's because this is shitty forum software. I can't put ANYTHING with links or use the backspace button in the buffer without everything going directly to hell.


Apparently the WYSIWYG editor is broken in 2.0. Should we disable?

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Edit Hell / Re: A slave to Socks Ch. 11
« on: February 16, 2018, 08:58:58 AM »
I had to paste and copy it from Notepad to clear the broken formatting tags.

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Edit Hell / Re: A slave to Socks Ch. 11
« on: February 15, 2018, 09:37:09 PM »

Changed the whole dark/controversial part of the story to something a bit more on par with the mischievous/light vibe. I feels right.
“Know what we found out in the short time you’ve since you animated us, pet?” Tasha said rather coyly. “It’s that you humans get off so easily. It doesn’t matter who, or what, is doing it. If it feels good, you are ready to cum.”
“Wh-what do you-”
“Sure, that man wants a woman’s mouth around his dick, but in the end, having his underwear rub him in just the right spots, and the end result is the same. A rock hard cock.” Still Lexi found herself walking to the man’s table, noticing him focus less on his food, and more on what was happening to him, feeling an unexplainable, but at the same time wonderful feeling taking place in his pants. His brown eyes darting about in panic to make sure no one was witnessing his cock start to thicken, becoming more rigid.
“We’ve also noticed how despite your lust for getting fucked, you are incredibly embarrassed by it. Look at him, pet. He’s clearly loving what his underwear is doing to his cock, squeezing and rubbing against his member to make it stand to attention, as it were. You’d think he wouldn’t give two fucks what is going on around him...yet he does. You’d also think he would not give two fucks as to what is giving him a hard on, only that he has one. Weird, isn’t it?”
“N-not really.” Lexi dared to reply, not focusing on her walking, or any attempts to stop walking, as she wasn’t in control of it anyway. “It’s called modesty. Sex is a fucking incredible feeling, yes. But it’s also messy, not something you want to proudly display.” When Lexi found that she wasn’t being forced to shut up, or any reprimands for speaking out of turn, Lexi continued. “People aren’t like me. They don’t know, or even expect, that their clothes can get them off. He might be enjoying it now, but that doesn’t mean he’d prefer the underwear you animated, over a woman.”

“Then let’s change his preferences.”
“Wh-what?”

“Let’s show him what he is missing”
Lexi blushed a deep red then, by now finding herself a few steps away from the man’s table, his brown eyes eventually focusing on her, but his mind clearly elsewhere as his underwear continued to make that cock grow. “Mistress, please. I-”
“You are a lesbian. You don’t like cock. We know. We can animate your clothes after all.” Tasha said in a smug voice. “That is how we know that you at one point did suck cock, a boyfriend’s, at least until the breakup. Do you think we are that cruel?” Lexi sat down at the table, the man clearly in too much of a confused state to even say a greeting, or more likely, an attempt to say something to make her leave. “The only thing our pet will suck, is what we shove in her mouth.”
“You look preoccupied.” Lexi smiled to the man, watching as his hands flexed into fists then balled up again, only to repeat the process a few more times in an attempt to regain composure of himself. It was probably so stiff, it was becoming uncomfortable within those jeans. Lexi, having control of her body once again, leaned forward, placing her elbows upon the table, then proceeded to rest her chin upon them, watching the man intently.
“I-I’m…” A hard swallow from the man fidgeting in his seat as the action in his pants continued command his attention. Eventually he finished. “I’m fine. Who are you?”
“The woman at least partly involved for the raging hard-on you are having trouble keeping hidden right now.” She smiled softly, before adding “You should try not to leak either, it’s just going to get them more excited.”
“Them?!”
“Your underwear.” Lexi offered a soft sigh, then rolled her eyes a bit, as if tired of explaining it. “Look. I get that it’s a bit hard to grasp and all, but it’s happening. See, my Mistress is curious.” Lexi bit her lip a bit, trying to find a way to explain this without insulting those red striped knee highs in the process. “They think that no matter what is causing a person to experience the joy of sex, the person is going to love it no matter what. I am saying that, while that may be true in the moment, it isn’t when it’s all said and done. Right?”
“What..what you do you mean?” For how the man was holding up with the raging boner in his pants, Lexi was rather surprised he could keep up with the conversation.
“I mean that while you are getting a blow job from your underwear, and you are clearly enjoying it,” Lexi smirked a bit, watching the man move in and out of focus, trying to hold on to the belief that his throbbing cock was not completely obvious to the girl sitting at his table. “It’s simply a ‘in the moment’ thing. When it’s all said and done, you had a wonderful experience, but you aren’t going to wake up every morning asking your underwear to suck you off. Right?”
“Who the fuck are you?” The man asked, shaking his head a bit, inhaling just a bit as the underwear in his pants pulled down on his boner, causing the cock to squeeze into to a tighter space, and causing the moment of pleasure to be a bit more painful than desired. It was enough to stop him from asking more questions, all of which she wasn’t really wanting to answer. Lexi could appreciate that this exact moment was a bit weird for the man, but at least he could appreciate that she didn’t want to sit here and spend an hour trying to explain everything from the beginning.
“Just a girl doing as her Mistress commands. You have a dorm on campus, right?” She smiled and winked, taking the quick nods of of the man’s head to suggest that he did. “Good. Then if Mistress doesn’t disagree, we should continue  our little experiment there. More clothes to use, and the like.” Much to Lexi’s surprise, Tasha didn’t disagree, as was evidenced by watching the man stand up when he clearly wasn’t expecting to stand up..a telltale sign that his clothes were doing the heavy lifting for him.
Lexi stood up as well, moving to grab the boy by his hand, as if a boyfriend and girlfriend together. It was more of a reassurance thing than anything. “Don’t worry. I’m quite certain you are going to love the fuck out of what’s coming next, even if you are left confused by it. Who knows, maybe you’ll become a subscriber to my fetish of living clothing as well.” a shrug “I mean, that is the experiment. My Mistress believes you will be hooked, I’m not so sure. We’ll see, either way, you will enjoy our time together. Perhaps a bit of an ego burst, when you find out They can do it so much better than you ever will be able to, but you’ll enjoy it nonetheless. What was your name?”
“R-Robert.” The man said, wanting once again to ask what the fuck was happening, but was stopped short as whatever was happening in his pants happened again, causing him to wince a bit in pain, only having looked down in time to see his length pitching a tent for all to see as he made the trek back to his dorm room.

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Edit Hell / Re: A slave to Socks Ch. 11
« on: February 13, 2018, 08:46:22 AM »

The_Canadian: well said, man.


Living_Socks and Darkside: I need to learn to shut my mouth sometimes--or at least ease my tone and not read into things that aren't there. Strike two for me on this one. Apologies and carry on.


No worries from me. You know I like a good argument.

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Edit Hell / Re: A slave to Socks Ch. 11
« on: February 12, 2018, 08:45:52 PM »
It's not what was said - if it came from a villain it wouldn't have the same effect. The real issue is that the story appears to accept it as valid and it's coming from a non-villain character.

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Edit Hell / Re: A slave to Socks Ch. 11
« on: February 12, 2018, 12:52:03 AM »

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This specific argument is likely to bring you a lot of attention you do not want to deal with. I strongly encourage a rewrite of this scene.

Bullshit. Worrying about pissing off the PC-crowd shouldn't be part of any editing constraint unless you're doing the Keynote at Reed. I would fuck right off with that concern.


It's just not the PC crowd. I don't give a fuck about the snowflakes. This particular argument has actually been made to justify actual, real-life rape.


I think a better approach would be to emphasize Tasha's general cluelessness about what people actually want, and work from there.


But it's only recommendations.

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Edit Hell / Re: A slave to Socks Ch. 11
« on: February 11, 2018, 05:45:36 PM »
 
 
Hardest chapter I have written. With Chapter 12likely going to be even harder. Mostly because 1) I am a lesbian trying to include a forced sex scene with a male - so...no experience. and 2) Because I don't think I portrayed the whole argument between Tasha's viewpoint, and Lexi's. I fully expect that to be the main point of argument when Darkside dives in to this chapter.

 
D'aww.

 
It's going to be one of those low rating/little happening chapters in terms of ratings on Literotica, because there isn't much happening in this chapter, save for teasing Robert, and setting up for the fuckfest that is coming in Chapter 12. Like I said...I full expect this Edit to be cut up to ribbons...which is fine...I'm not entirely happy with how it is written myself...so maybe some brainstorming before publishing is in order.
That's what Edit Hell is for. :)
Chapter 11:
You haven’t eaten yet, have you Love?” Tasha’s voice was heard for the first time since leaving the classroom, taking only a few moments to gather her things left upon the desk, take a quick glance at the passed out professor at her desk, and push it out of her mind to move on. Whatever happened, it was probably best Lexi didn’t know in the first place. She was quite sure a pair of animated socks that could animate other clothing was capable of killing,

 
Um. This chapter features explicit mention of rape and murder. Why? It's unnecessary to go this dark, you aren't writing the next Justice League.

 
Also, she might not now what happened to the professor, but we should.

 
“I can just get food on the way home. There is a Wen-” Lexi suddenly found herself at a complete halt, a slightly embarrassing moment, as Lexi was among a crowd of commuting students, her sudden appearance of halting - seemingly for no reason at all - causing a few students behind her to nearly bump in to her. One of them, a man around the age of nineteen, passed her on the left, looking at her long enough to say while moving “Jesus. In college, but doesn’t know how to walk. Bitch isn’t going to last long…”
That's a very awkward line. "Watch the fuck out" is much more reasonable.
“Yes. You said you could…” Lexi was then made suddenly aware that she was talking aloud, and to everyone else, talking to herself. Immediately her face took on a deep red flush, envious of Tasha’s ability to speak telepathy. It was made even worse considering she had to finish this sentence aloud. In a desperate attempt to keep it as low as possible, Lexi tried to whisper it, barely audible even to herself. “...you could fuck me, any time, any where.”

 
What was that? We’re sorry, maybe it’s because we are in this fucking bag, but we didn’t hear that?” Lexi could sense sarcasm when she heard it, and this comment was drooling with it. She knew Tasha could hear her words quite clearly, as when speaking to her Mistresses, her voice would be crisp and clear as day...it’s just how their connection worked. Unlike the telepathy, this was two way as well. The crowd of people around here created the usual ‘buzz’ of noise of people talking amongst each other. It was not loud, but it was loud enough to hide a whisper. Still, Tasha, and indeed any clothing Tasha gave a voice to, always came to her mind crisp and clear, as if it could not be ignored, hampered, or interrupted in any way. “We don’t even think your shirt heard it, and they are the closest thing to your fucking face.”

 
Too much "fucking" here.
“Hmm? Oh! No. I heard nothing.” Chiming in, as if on queue. Lexi wasn’t surprised, animated clothing was under the control of the animator, that animator being Tasha. Of course the shirt would agree, doing otherwise would simply cause in the clothing losing its animation.

 
Another dark turn. Are we sure Tasha isn't Chaotic Evil?

 
“Do I get a choice of what I get to eat?” She asked in a bit of a biting tone, only regretting it a few moments after finishing the sentence. She had to make a mental note to keep her sarcastic tendencies when upset or angered at a check, at least around Tasha and other clothing. “I mean..”

 
Don’t apologize. We’d advise using caution when using that tongue of yours, but don’t stop using it all together. It isn’t fun when things don’t bite back. Like an easy win, it’s...unsatisfying.”

 
Nope, nope, nope. Tasha's been getting cruel when sassed. This is out of character.

 
“Can I ask why we are here?”

 
For more fun, of course. You need to lighten up, and enjoy it more.”

 
I enjoy the fun, Mistress. I just wish the fun was...well...mostly socks.” Lexi timed saying such perfectly, finishing the comment before moving through the line to gather a few pieces of fried chicken, mashed potatoes, and a bit of gravy to go with.

 
"saying such perfectly" is a line I don't understand. What are you trying to say?
“Spoken as if she has a choice!” Tasha laughed rather poignantly. “It should be clear to you by now, darling. Just do what we want, and you will get all the fun you can imagine.” The was a moment of calmed silence as Tasha finished gathering her food, pulling out her card from her purse to pay for it, and proceeding to head to a table to eat.

 
"poignantly" isn't doing much work here. A different adverb would be better.

 
It was at this moment that Tasha found herself not in control anymore. The girl was getting better at reacting to this already, avoiding losing balance and dropping her food from the sudden change in direction, and even managing to make it look rather natural in the process. Blue eyes adjusted to see where she was going, and noticed she was moving head onto a secluded table that was occupied by a single man, dress in a simple deep blue T-shirt, jeans, and black sneakers. She watched as she witnessed those shoes already start to untie themselves of their own accord, and could see something moving at just about under the knee of the male. Lexi wanted to stop, but found that she couldn’t due to her clothes pushing her forward “M-mistress?”

 
Does she have an angle to see all of this going on?

 
“Know what we found out in the short time you’ve since you animated us, pet?” Tasha said rather coyly. “It’s that you humans get off so easily. It doesn’t matter who, or what, is doing it. If it feels good, you are ready to cum.”

 
Wh-what do you-”

 
Sure, that man wants a woman’s mouth around his dick, but in the end, having his underwear rub him in just the right spots, and the end result is the same. A rock hard cock.” Still Lexi found herself walking to the man’s table, noticing him focus less on his food, and more on what was happening to him, feeling an unexplainable, but at the same time wonderful feeling taking place in his pants. His brown eyes darting about in panic to make sure no one was witnessing his cock start to thicken, becoming more rigid. “We’ve also noticed how despite your lust for getting fucked, you are incredibly embarrassed by it. Look at him, pet. He’s clearly loving what his underwear is doing to his cock, squeezing and rubbing against his member to make it stand to attention, as it were. You’d think he wouldn’t give two fucks what is going on around him...yet he does. You’d also think he would not give two fucks as to what is giving him a hard on, only that he has one. Weird, isn’t it?”

 
N-not really.” Lexi dared to reply, not focusing on her walking, or any attempts to stop walking, as she wasn’t in control of it anyway. “It’s called modesty. Sex is a fucking incredible feeling, yes. But it’s also messy, not something you want to proudly display.” When Lexi found that she wasn’t being forced to shut up, or any reprimands for speaking out of turn, Lexi continued. “People aren’t like me. They don’t know, or even expect, that their clothes can get them off. He might be enjoying it now, but that doesn’t mean he’d prefer the underwear you animated, over a woman.”

 
This is not the actual problem here. You're squarely into real-world rape-justification territory and I'm not sure that's where you want to go. You could have Tasha force Lexi to flirt with him a little and tease him about what "she" can do, and get some degree of consent that way.
“Then let’s change his preferences.”
Wh-what?”

 
Let’s show him what he is missing”

 
Lexi blushed a deep red then, by now finding herself a few steps away from the man’s table, his brown eyes eventually focusing on her, but his mind clearly elsewhere as his underwear continued to make that cock grow. “Mistress, please. I-”

 
You are a lesbian. You don’t like cock. We know. We can animate your clothes after all.” Tasha said in a smug voice. “That is how we know that you at one point did suck cock, {your} boyfriend’s, at least until the breakup.” Lexi sat down at the table, the man clearly in too much of a confused state to even say a greeting, or more likely, an attempt to say something to make her leave. Unfortunately, she didn’t have a choice even if she did. There was no point in debating this, it was going to happen here, and was going to happen now.

 
You look preoccupied.” Lexi smiled to the man, watching as his hands flexed into fists then balled up again, only to repeat the process a few more times in an attempt to regain composure of himself. It was probably so stiff, it was becoming uncomfortable within those jeans. Lexi, having control of her body once again, leaned forward, placing her elbows upon the table, then proceeded to rest her chin upon them, watching the man intently.

 
I-I’m…” A hard swallow from the man fidgeting in his seat as the action in his pants continued {to} command his attention. Eventually he finished. “I’m fine. Who are you?”

 
Minor corrections.

 
“Look. I get that it’s a bit hard to grasp and all, but it’s happening. See, my Mistress is curious.” Lexi bit her lip a bit, trying to find a way to explain this without insulting those red striped knee highs in the process. “They think that no matter what is causing a person to experience the joy of sex, the person is going to love it no matter what. I am saying that, while that may be true in the moment, it isn’t when it’s all said and done. Right?”

 
What..what you mean like rape?” For how the man was holding up with the raging boner in his pants, Lexi was rather surprised he could keep up with the conversation.

 
Yes, like exactly that.

 
“Yea. Yea, I suppose like that. In that scenario, my Mistress is saying that the mere fact that the woman is getting fucked in to an orgasm is proof enough that she enjoyed it. That it’s the moment of orgasm that is all that matters.”

 
This specific argument is likely to bring you a lot of attention you do not want to deal with. I strongly encourage a rewrite of this scene.

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Edit Hell / Re: A test story.
« on: January 27, 2018, 06:08:44 PM »
Very good so far, I like the naming, it helps.

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Edit Hell / Re: A slave to socks Ch. 10 (I'm rusty. be gentle)
« on: January 25, 2018, 09:40:11 PM »

Not sure what you mean. If this is in regards to your defense post. I agree largely with what you said.


V has a habit of introducing a concept on page 1, having an orgy on page 2, and then having everyone fly around by page 3, and then Page 4 is just the line "Wtf do I do from here?"

We've largely cured him of that, though. :)


No, forgive me, it's a bad joke about flight, flying, not-respecting-gravity, etc.
Darkside hates it too, but I could always brush it off as his little issue. Now that it capable writer hates it, too, I'm reconsidering that I might just be a hack.  ::)

I just find it funny that you both feel the need to respect gravity, but you don't have to respect the fact that locomotion (let alone thought/speech) usually takes some sort of mechanical/electrical/biological energy processing and potentiary system. I know that we're each talking about our own preferences in things, but now that Darkside has someone who agrees with him, I feel like I had to whine a little and attempt to defend my own hack writing--however pitifully.


1) Stop whining


2) It's never been about respecting gravity. It's always been about controlling power creep to force you into good writing, a project that has largely been successful.

The notion of a pair of white low cut ankle socks owned by a cheerleader, getting verbally abused by them..stating how they can't stand being on the feet of someone so dense. Maybe finish it off with a remark about how its no wonder any boys like her...if she sucked dick as bad as she sucked them. A fun idea to play around with in future chapters.


This, but with knee or thigh socks in the more classic cheerleader uniform. Socks you can't see aren't any fun. ^_^

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