Solidasp (notified)
http://morpheus2348.deviantart.com/.....WISH-212940420

Arania (notified)
http://morpheus2348.deviantart.com/.....SIRE-212940605
http://morpheus2348.deviantart.com/.....re-2-212940745

Ranzab? (not notified)
http://morpheus2348.deviantart.com/.....PELL-212941234
>http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2.....48-d3is2ia.jpg

I'm pretty sure I recognize that last one, and I'm pretty sure it was Ranzab's, but I can't find the original. Which is where you fine folks come in. If anyone can find the original, please reply with a link. And the same with the two Arania pieces, so I can report it on DA.

(On top of the usual problems with someone writing a story involving the military where no allegedly military character involved seems to have enough combat training or common sense to even be a crossing guard.)

Space Transformation Monster: No, really, we're the good guys. Never mind that the most virulent form of our species is non-sentient, we are nearly impossible to kill, and even brain destruction just loses us what sentience we had and turns us into what are basically mindless zombies. The military brass wants to exploit us so they're the bad guys, and we're the good guys because we just want to be left alone.

[several chapters later]

STFM: Okay, we're going to go conquer the universe now.

Me: ಠ_ಠ

For reasons! Entirely arbitrary reasons!

It is quite common to have some sort of plot device to justify how the TF trigger got to the Average Everyman or Hot Co-Ed who will be its primary subject. I myself have used random magical computers, random improper scientific waste disposal, and random tall Jewish professors. However, when you make a point of telling us how much of a loser your protagonist is, how deviod of ambition he is, how he's found an Internet girlfriend without mentioning any effort on his part whatsoever, and then the vials, with instructions, are literally delivered to his front door by someone who knocks on the door and runs away, which he then drinks despite his specifically mentioned better judgement even though he knows it could be poison, then I can't help but feeling you are, somehow, inserting your desires into the story to a level that is above average even by furry standards.

I'm just sayin'.

NSFW, obviously.

Ah, the things you find on Tumblr.

"What happened to his torso? Was he drawn by Rob Liefeld?"

I'm not a marketing group originally designed for viral marketing research.

I'm actually a troll who writes intriguing stories so people will constantly ask me to commission me, only to be rebuffed!

Tremble, you fools, at my high-quality writing that you get for free, whether you like it or not!

MUHAHAHAHAH!

Things that I learned from reading erotic stories involving latex-Everything2

>Latex gloves, in any situation, will make anyone horny. Doctors take advantage of this situation when it suits them; all clinics are required to have a sexual torture chamber "in the back".
>Latex is delicious.
>Latex catsuits never develop tears or become inflexible.
>There are no truly heterosexual people. If you claim to be a heterosexual man, you are going to get a sex change after becoming a sex slave. If you claim to be a heterosexual woman, your husband/boyfriend is really a bisexual dominatrix that owns a torture den downtown, and you've just never noticed.
Etc.

The funny thing is, I don't even read very many latex fetish stories. A lot of this is stuff I've noticed plenty of just in furry stories.

Hermpires is a fictional universe created for one of those Choose Your Own TF websites. Basically, there's a magic ring, and whoever puts it on becomes a hermaphrodite. Not in the androgynous sense, but the fetishy "hot woman with big boobs and a giant dingaling" sense. Their..."juices" are infectious, and anyone who comes into contact with said juices becomes one. This includes any mammals, who become herm versions of their normals selves. If they or their juices comes into contact with becomes, basically, a furry version of that animal. Despite the name, there is no sucking involved.

Well, no sucking of blood.

Anyway, the usual "zombie apocalypse" tropes come into play, and I had an idea. You know how the Cutie Mark Crusaders from My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic are lighter and softer compared to the Mane 6's stories? (You know you watch it.) Or if you want to deneigh watching the show, then think "A Fistful of Datas" from Star Trek TNG. Or "Love and Monsters" from Doctor Who.

Anyway, there are a handful of people in the hermpire-affected area who want to become furry hermpires. Except they want to become specific species. The joke is that the species each wants to become is different to their personality, much like the Cutie Mark Crusaders (eg Sweetie Belle trying carpentry and being afraid of singing onstage when she's really an excellent singer). Through a series of hilarious misadventures, they each end up with the "wrong" animals, and since people who become hermpires are generally "mode-locked"(to get even more Hasbro animated series* up in this), they come to realize that said modes are what they really wanted all along. Then they write a letter to Princess Celestia.


I'd be worried about Hasbro, but they don't takedown clopfics, they didn't take down "Cupcakes", and they probably wouldn't take down this. My biggest problem is that I don't particularly like the idea of clopfics, or even, in this case, a naughty story just partially inspired by the show.

Bottom line, I had the idea to take a fetish porn scenario that was combined with a zombie scenario, and then use the tone of several episodes of a show for little girls**.

I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry.

*Specifically, Transformers. And yes, I did just footnote a parenthetical aside.
** Yes, I know it was designed so parents could enjoy it too, but the joke doesn't work if I acknowledge that.

If you're writing a story that requires switching between multiple perspectives during a chapter, use Tight Third-Person POV. Don't keep switching between Third- and First- (for your protagonist), and if you have to do that don't write things like "[X]'s POV" when you need to switch. Use a section break. A few asterisks, anything would be better than holding up a flag going "we're changing perspective now"!

Incidentally, there was no need to switch POVs for a single paragraph describing your protagonist knocking on a door, walking into an office, and chatting with the man inside. And then don't compound the error by switching back out of the protagonist's POV without any clear delineation!

Of course, this is supposed to be a military story, and the writer is ostensibly knowledgeable, but since it's a furry story as well, I have no doubt that soon we'll have troops advancing into a hostile-held area without any recon, or even acknowledgement of the fact that they don't have concrete info.

EDIT: Found another story where a seller of some illicit substance gets in his car, and is shot by the buyer. With a hollowpoint, "tactical" M4. Through the head. And he has to lean over the hood of the car to do so. I can by that he wanted to shoot the guy. I can understand that he had the gun in the trunk of his car. But why not just use a suppressed pistol? It's not like you need hollow points to shoot someone at point blank range, and it's easier to coceal. For that matter, why did he need to lean over the hood? the M4 has a range of hundreds of metres. Even a handgun is around, what, 50 yds? Plenty of range, even suppressed.

Also, the exclusive illicit nightclub dealing in drugs and sex is not going to use keycards for special patron access, unless they're really, really dumb. If the cops cotton on, all they need is someone who looks like the person, with the card and a wire.

EDIT 2: Turns out story one is worse than accurate. It's very accurate. It's so accurate the writer went to great pains to show us how accurate it is. Characterization and moving the plot along be hanged; he need to know the medical description of having your blood taken in detail! Screw the actual pr0n, knowing someone used a low-guard position is vital!

And then, yes, we have an assault force advancing into hostile territory without recon.

Incidentally, why does a guy named Raymond have the surname "Gene"? And how does a general know the smell of canine man-batter? And now you went and mentioned...Soap MacTavish? From Modern Warfare? And a Navy SEAL carrying and using a katana?

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Snuggie Transformation.

Person puts on a Snuggie, it wraps around them and turns to a latex creature.

YES I GET A LOT OF BAD IDEAS WHAT OF IT

I was reading a comissioned comic on one website about a guy who...meets a tentacle goo bug thing. He has legs laid in him in the two usual spots, and as he starts to transform, the egg sac, barring being blue and havings eggs in it, looks like a rectal prolapse.

A sexy rectal prolapse.

Anyway, imagine a game where you play as a standard issue TF virus trying to escape a medical facility. You escape your cage or whatever and infect a scientist or janitor or whoever. Problem is, if you leave your cage empty, someone is going to figure out what's going on. You can either leave some of your viral mass in the cage, which will delay discovery, but not prevent it. There are viral detectors at the exit, so all you can do is run around inside and try to find a way out.

And losing mass will have other effects too.

Upgrades: Experiments the scientists were working on, which you just happen to be able to assimilate. Pheremone upgrade to make you more attractive? Sure, but if someone is following you because of said upgrade and just happens to see you...converting another, then they might run off screaming. Or they might join in. Who knows? Persuasion bonus? Sure, but it requires skin contact, and won't work on people in moonsuits. Converted characters are controlled in an RTS-style interface. Some skills require physical contact to pass from one converted to another, some can be "broadcast", with the converted altering their own bodies. Some can be broadcast as "weak" versions, with physical contact being the full-power versions. Of course, a broadcast version of a Level 3 ability might be as good as a contact version of Level 1 of that same ability.

Broadcasts require the "transmitter" to stay in one place and concentrate, increasing chances of discovery.

Bosses? I dunno. Other experiments, maybe, whom you can defeat and take their powers. Think Metroid. The good ones, not Other M.

Stealth: Yes, you can split off viralmass to sneak through air vents, and lay traps in plumbing systems, and sabotage the lights and so forth.

Scenario: Player uses their Potty Emergency ability to add a little something to a female scientist's coffee. Scientist goes to bathroom, player character follows, grabbing a "Do not enter" floor thing from down the hall. Leaving it outside the bathroom, they enter, and wait for the scientist to finish, then pounce as she comes out. Then they get impatient and use their Floodwater ability to send viralmass through the pipes, into the stall, infecting the scientist. Before they leave, Floodwater is transfered from the first host to the second, and they use, I dunno, Time Bomb to leave a little something for the next person to use the toilets. However, this leads to security searching all the toilets, and finding the biomass, and developing a limited inoculation. The more mess you leave behind, the greater your chances of further infection, but also your chances of discovery and the scientists developing greater countermeasures.

There's a gay TF writer on Furaffinity who seems to have several noticable quirks.

Characters inevitably fall in love with each other quickly. One quick porking and TF, and it's twu wuv, even if both characters were straight (and biologically human) a few minutes earlier. What this says in the context of gay culture and about him personally I don't presume to know.

Beards: A good deal of his characters have some manner of gotee or facial hair. Even after they are transformed. Even his avatar, which is some cartoon character, does. I still want to know how a being covered in fur can have a gotee.

Punk: Several of his TFers are punks, while the TFee is John Q. McAverage. Not all that unusual, given the cultural meme of the exotic seductresses, what armchair social justice advocates decry as "the other". Only difference is that the seductresses have dingalings. The punks tend to have green hair, mohawks, leather clothes, and the occasional piercing or five. Which sounds all right, until you look at any given Green Day video on Youtube and realize le punque moderne would probably have black t-shirts, eyeliner, and androgynous hair in black or bleached blonde.

Apparently, all of this writer's 'punk' stories are set circa 1987.

This post is for purposes of humor, not fact. No insult intended.

I just uploaded the second and third parts of a simple story that ended up being roughly forty pages. I pretty much just wrote a novelette, for free, that's going to be ignored because it doesn't have a red border around it. And it's a good one, too.

So, yeah, I'm going to be spending more time on something with a better effort/reward ratio. Specifically, writing regular stuff and trying to get published. This isn't a "leaving the fandom post", just a "gonna be here less than I already am".

why.jpg

GUYS I HAVE
GUYS LISTEN
WHAT IF WE
GUYS I'M ON TO SOMETHING
WHAT IF WE TAKE THE SEX
WHAT IF WE TAKE IT
AND AND
AND WE MAKE IT AN IMPEDIMENT TO THE TRANSFORMATION

Seriously.

So the person is getting ready for funtimes, and they find that every time they try anything sexual at all with their partner, the changes slow or stop stop happening, but they still have the desire for both funtimes and the change. So they keep vacillating between funtimes and changing, much to their frustration.

~so much delicious tension~

And for double the fun, the partner has the same or a reciprocal problem. I dunno, maybe they feel less desire for funtimes the farther along the first person gets?

So one person is trying to balance two things, while the other is trying to "finish" as quickly as possible. Not only ~delicious tension~ but ~delicious conflict~ as well

i ain't writing it too busy plenty of writers on here need money just ask them

Lykan1>100%, published
Lykan2>46%, unpublished
Lykan3>92%, unpublished
4science>37%, unpublished

>run "completion(Lykan2, 4science)

ERROR 25

(Yes, I know it's an MS-DOS error, not C++. Lemee 'lone.)

While "Eulalie Quentin" is a pseudonym, this account, to the best of our knowledge, is not controlled by a marketing team, nor is any other on Furaffinity, SoFurry, or deviantArt.

The post was an April Fools day joke.

That is all it was.

My name is Indira Dharni. I live in Manchester, England.

There is no such person as Nequ. Eulalie Quentin does not exist, not even as a pseudonym belonging to a real person.

Actually, it's more like an entire Marketing research team.

A few years ago, a group of marketing interns fresh out of college was hired by a certain marketing company. They call us into a meeting, where they tell us to discuss unconventional marketing techniques. Everyone in the industry was still flush off the success of ILoveBees, and viral marketing was the next big thing.

They tell us to "think outside the box," parroting every brainless middle-management peon since the beginning of time. (I was half-expecting them to talk about moved cheese next).

Someone found a website called TVTropes.

After we all lost a few days, we focused on a page called Playing with a Trope. It deals with twisting common cliches, with an emphasis on narrative ones.

Have a quick skim through the gallery, would you? Notice anything?

The actual writing and art was outsourced to several people, with some of us contributing and editing from time to time. A frightening amount of gun research has gone into some of the stories, most notably B-Snakes. We were all hoping the police or MI5 wouldn't come up in the lift, hold up our Google records, and go "we need you all to come with us, please".

I'm pretty sure we're not the only such team. I've noticed patterns. Maybe there are others in the company. Maybe it's another company altogether. Maybe it's just regular furries skilled at talking themselves up, but think about all the furries you've never met, which is, statistically, most of them. Any seemed oddly evasive about their personal life? And if you've met them, did they seem a bit stiff? Like they were reading lines from a script, perhaps?

I think we've drifted from our original charter, not that it was very clear to begin with.

We all sound a little bit more American than we did before we started.

Boss is some higher-up's overpaid, underqualified kid. I'm not sure if the berk is qualified to work the cash register at Tesco. The type that wears popped collars when he goes to the club, and rests his hands on the girls' shoulders just a little too long to be professional. I walked in on him having a little personal time, with some furry porn open in front of him, and scooted before he noticed. One thing about looking at a computer screen in a darkened office is that it completely ruins your night vision so you don't notice a 20-something Indian woman who didn't expect to be doing this with her Marketing degree walking in to grab a folder from her cubicle, pausing, and then getting the thing and exiting as quickly as possible. I think it's not just a project for him anymore. It's personal. That seems dangerous.

The project has become self-sustaining. No one has any idea who we would report it to.

Remember last year's April Fools? There was talk of a book. We seriously considered publishing a book under yet another pseudonym, making it a pseudonym, to disguise a pseudonym, to disguise a fake name.

Yes, I know what you're thinking. "It's not enough. We need to go deeper." Old meme.

You know that whole "air of mystery" bollocks? The teasing answers, the hints? How many other furries you know tried to market themselves to you, do you know? Put out the equivalent of teaser trailers? Clever, wasn't it? It was my idea.

And that's why I'm doing this.

You lot actually care about this rot, about the persona, about the stories. They're good stories for what they are, don't get me wrong, but the person writing them isn't real. I've had to write some of that nonsense, and it gradually started to sink in that you aren't a "market". You aren't a "test group".

I'll try to answer your questions, as long as I can keep hold of the account.

Maybe I'll start writing a book when they black-ball me.

I'd like to talk to you about a hentai.

I'm going to call it 'Delta Romeo'. If you're familiar with futa tf hentai manga, you probably read it already, and I don't want to encourage piracy.

But Nequ, cries the faithful reader, didn't you pirate it, unless you have some heretofore unmentioned ability to read Japanese?

Well, yes, but I'm a little verklempt about it. On the one hand, piracy, even on its good days, is hard to justify. On the other hand, it's just porn. On the other hand, it's really good porn; someone clearly gave two hoots about it, what with the characters actually being characters, and having an actual plot with actual plot twists.

And it actually dares to imply that a growing army of infectous, mind-controlling alien-parasite-infected hermaphodites is going to be, at best, morally ambivalent.

Strange aliens shaped like globes with crop circles carved on them abduct a boy I'll call 'Peaches'. He's the perfect genetic candidate they've been watching for a while, and after a parasite of theirs crawls up his nose, he wakes up in a field a a herm. After stealing some clothes to get to the nearest bathroom, Peaches thinks about going home. Then the alien entity that lives in his head tells him (and the narration specifically refers to him as still male) he doesn't have a home and needs to carve out a nest for himself. And he does, by converting a rich girl nearby with a big house.

Then it gets weird.

For some reason, only women get changed, though a line of dialogue establishes that men are vulnerable as well. Peaches says something about how it's better to make slaves unless the vics really want to be their allies.
There's even a secret conspiracy to support the aliens. Not to mention the regular authorities, and the peephole tape of an..."incident" in the girls bathroom someone leaked to the web.

And for all this, the series still has some humour. After Peaches and her friend convert the third Delta, she wakes up naked and with a ding dong. They tell her it's all a joke, and she can just pull it off with a good yank. Hilarity ensues.

Then there's the creepy symbols drawn everywhere, and the creepy inability of the converted to resist their bodies, and the creepy rape=love implications, and the creepy conspiracy--let's just say there's no shortage of creepy.

And yes, the art is good. I'm told that the professional manga artists often have a background in porn, or draw it under a psudonym. Given the level of detail occasionally seen, I'm willing to believe it.

It'd be worth reading if the porn was a regular bodysnatchers story. It's that good.

If I do have any complaints, it's about the short length of the tfs. You get three panels, a splash page, and it's all over but the shouting, if you get my drift. There's also the classic porno trope of having the characters' hair and glasses remain absoluetely perfect at all times, no matter what sort of gymnastics are going on. I'm told manjuice can be difficult to remove from one's hair, but our girls are always perfectly coiffed.

It reads like the kind of thing I'd do, if I drew manga. Except that there'd be more tea, and someone would probably die horribly, and Alice would spiral deeper and deeper into self-destructive depression, and the Deltas would have to actually kill people instead of just using mind-control. In fact, they'd be desperately killing people just to stay one step ahead of the law, just like Leela in that one episode of Futurama.

And I'd have tea in.

Please don't ask me questions trying to figure out what it is, or post the real name. At least, not on my journal.

EDIT: After I few more chapters, I've become amazed at the manga-ka's ability to cram new fetishes in there. It's does for hentai what the film "Shoot Em Up" does for gunplay, except with a better plot(that is, an actual plot). And the characters are all ridiculously messed up. It's like Battlestar Galactica, except with herms.

And yes, by this point, I'm basically reading it for the articles.

Then let's begin.

I've been posting several stories lately with "nonfinished" in the title. This is because "unfinished" or "WIP" implies it's going to be finished. Conversely, "abandoned" brings to mind something left in a cardboard box in an alley. I do not know whether I am going to finish them, but it seems highly unlikely, given upcoming constraints on my time.

Which is where you come in.

I have no problems with the idea of you fine lads filling in the gaps, as it were, or rewriting the plot entirely. Indeed, I'd be flattered if someone tilted at my windmills.

And no, I haven't stopped writing entirely.

Not yet.

*Stories will never be the same
Every Planet We Pass is Dead
Ye Not Guilty
Optimized Search (2 stories)
Meddling in the Dark (2 stories)

http://quest.lv/kusaba/quest/res/191470.html

The game seems to have slowed down, and I'm only a few inches away from just using a proxy and inputting commands myself. I'd rather keep that as a last resort.

http://www.tgchan.org/kusaba/quest/res/191470.html

In which an Eldritch Horror goes to a party.

Here's part one, BTW.

If you knew, for a fact, someone was making up their RP logs they kept posting, would you tell anyone?

In a completely unrelated story, I'll be posting some RP logs so--just kidding.

1) ADF
2) ACS: The Compulsion in the Can
3) Bunnie Ears Neighbour

UNFINISHED
Ambition
ACS - Dollmaker

Stop me if you've heard this one.

There's this high school student-or college student, or retail serf, or faceless cog in the operation of Megacorp #3125-who stumbles upon some random artifact that happens to transform him into, say, a double-cocked hermaphrodite three-toed sloth.

Which just happens to be his fetish.

This is what TVTropes lists as Conveniently Common Kink; the tendency of characters in works of porn to easily find someone who shares their fetish, no matter what it is. It's often found in furry smut by newbies. Ocassionally, instead of finding the trigger, it is literally delivered to their doorstep, and the source is never explained.

I have no problems with stories where this occurs through some agency of the protagonist's, such as ordering a promotional item from their favorite furry website, or looking for something special at the Little Shop that Wasn't There Yesterday. That's what mysterious websites and shops are for, after all.

There are times where this can actually be justified; one university had an absurdly high number of men-many of them gay-with rubber fetishes, latex fetishes, BDSM fetishes, vacbag fetishes, transformation fetishes, etc. The plot of the series (which shall not be named) in which this U appears is that the school is being invaded by transformational latex snakemen...who have been pumping mind-altering magic into the area to make it easier for them to rake over. Why this college in particular? Because it's where the secret society that opposes them is based, of course. I don't particularly like the series itself, but the writer has still clearly put more thought into this than many furry stories.

Also, Von Kreiger's "New Found Form" series; the artifacts have transformed so many people that it would be unlikely to find some not into TF. Not to mention their ability to influence life in the surrounding area, including, I assume, the minds of their future hosts.

What I wanted to do with these three stories is give three plausible justifications for this trope. I'm not surre how well I did. Please, let me know.

I have to apoligize for the title, incidentally. I had to call it something, and couldn't think of anything clever or relevant. So it just comes off as pretentious.