Tuesday 6 January 2009

"If Only" - A Dorothy/Scarecrow Fanfic.


This one is short and not at all sweet. I'm just going to post the whole thing. I read this in a kind of daze, wondering if I should be laughing or crying. The answer I arrived at was laughing. In a twisted way, this is actually hilarious.

In summary, Dorothy is having some "alone time," when the Scarecrow walks in. Spontaneous straw-and-cloth-based sexual acts ensue.

Author's notes:

Title: If Only
Author: Laurieisme ([info]revolution25)
Fandom: Wizard Of Oz
Rating: R
Spoilers: For the movie.

Spoilers? For... the movie? Uuum... I'd quite like to know what the hell version of the movie this joker's been watching.

Anyway. The fic gets straight in there with the action. The writer's obviously not even going to bother pretending there's a plot behind this.

Dorothy moaned a little, the sound reverberating off the walls of her bedroom. She rubbed her clit again, but moved her hips forward into her hand, causing her to be even louder.

But the one great thing about the bedrooms there, they were either so far away from everything else, or sound proof, so no one could hear her.
We're left guessing what 'there' is. I'm assuming it's Oz.
..But balls to that! The writer just wants to get straight on with the Scarecrow porn.


And part of the fun was being vocal about it, considering on the farm she had to be as quiet as a church mouse.

"D-Dorothy?"

Dorothy looked quickly over her shoulder, but her own movement against her hand caused to moan loudly again as her eyes met the Scarecrow's.


We don't even get any explanation as to why the Scarecrow suddenly pops up over her shoulder.... Which I for one would find more than a tad creepy. But it doesn't phase Dorothy at all.

Without a conversation, or her needing to persuade him, he came over between her thighs and kissed her thoroughly.

Dorothy was surprised to feel his cloth mouth feeling rather erotic on her mouth, making her even more wet than she was before he walked in.

She grinded her hips against his straw structure, and even that felt right.

She looked up at him with frustrated eyes, "I want you inside me."

"I can't do that," he said pointing down to where there was nothing but straw and cloth,


Okay, how thick is Dorothy? What does she expect!? For him to produce some kind of straw erection to stick in her? I can't see that working somehow.

Luckily for Scarecrow, he escapes the humiliation of not being able to perform in that way, because he has another non-penetrative trick up his sleeve...

"But I can do this."


And with that his face went down her body until his cloth lips met her clit.

"Jiminy Cricket," she jumped involuntarily at the sensation.

His warm wet cloth tongue met her clit, and she was lost. She was panting, moaning, grinding against him, yelling out some obscenity, and soon enough was left limp and sated.

After a while she brought him back up to her face and kissed him deeply.

"If only the scarecrows back in Kansas could do THAT..."
HAA!

'Thorough' kissing, erotic cloth, the Scarecrow being unable to get it up... Jiminy Cricket! That thing is rather amusing. Disturbing, yes. But I did laugh. A healthy (?) mix between "ha!" and "noooooo!" is always good.

Probably helps that I never was a huge fan of the Wizard of Oz whilst growing up. So reading this didn't involve the destruction of too many happy childhood memories. But I'm sure it will have been highly disturbing for those of you for whom it was a childhood favourite. Sorry!

On another note, I believe "Jiminy Cricket!" is underrated as an exclamation of passion. It should definitely be used more often.

I wonder if there's any Oz-fics with the Tin Man involved. Ouch. I'll leave you with that image.


LINKS: [The Fic] - "If Only" by Laurieisme.

Sunday 4 January 2009

"Whisper in the Water" an Ash/Vaporeon fanfic.

I was thinking, the fics I've been featuring have been a bit tame so far. Yes, they've been a bit weird, but there's many worse things out there. So tonight I'm stepping things up a level with this Pokémon fic.



Okay. Yes. This is a fucking twisted one. Maybe you're hoping that Ash and Vaporeon's relationship in the fic is a strictly platonic one? Nope, sorry. This one's got Pokésex.

Sometimes the worst fanfictions are to be found, not on an official fanfic site like fanfiction.net, or even on a community site dedicated to a certain fandom- but on a writer's personal site. This is definitely the case with today's fic. This particular writer - Phantomness - has their own geocites site featuring all of their severely fucked-up Pokémon stories. Ranging from Jessie being kept as Ash's sex slave, to Ash being sexually abused by two evil Pokémon and sort of enjoying it. This site has every perverted Poképhile's dream fanfiction. If you wish to see the whole lot, be my guest, but I have selected one from the mix to show you now.

In the words of Phantomness:


"WARNING: If underage to view graphic material, as in *under age 17/18 or 21 depending on where you live* LEAVE NOW!!!! That means you! I refuse to be held responsible for children who don't heed my warnings."


THAT MEANS YOU, CHILD!

Honestly, I think age is immaterial here. With this fic, you're going to be disturbed however old you are.

Another lemon, do not read if under legal age and all that.

Disclaimer: Take the hint. I don’t own pokemon at all.

Notes: ** indicates thoughts, italics indicates pokemon speaking.

Ash is 16, Misty is 17, and Brock is 21. Ash is smarter and has a lot more pokemon.

Basically, Ash isn't Ash. He's some twatty, unfeeling 16-year-old who likes sex with Pokémon.

And I'm sorry, but making him 16 here doesn't make up for the fact that he's an innocent little 10-year-old in the TV series. Choosing a character like that to put into a sexual fic is weird enough, before you even get to the Pokémon-sexing.

Haanyway. The author launches straight in there with a little scene-setting:

Ash and Misty were at the beach. Brock was checking out all the pretty girls. Pikachu was off at the hot dog stand, getting free food because the guy running it thought she was cute, and Togepi had drowned.

Um, what? Pikachu's a she and is chatting up humans? Yup. That's how things roll in this universe, apparently.

And before you ask.. No, we don't get any information as to why/how/when Togepi drowned. It just did. Apparently that's enough plot depth.

“WAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

Ash finally couldn’t take Misty’s wailing over her ‘precious egg’ anymore and got up.

“I’m going for a swim.”

“You meanie!” Misty screamed, malleting him. “Togepi is dead and you’re trying to leave?!”

“Misty, I hated that pokemon!” Ash said. “He was so annoying!”

Misty angrily turned into a giant head. “WHAT DID YOU SAY!?”

“Sheesh, I can’t believe I even liked you.” Ash said.

Misty malleted him again.

It's quickly established that Ash has become a no-nonsense bastard in this writer's universe.
And I'm assuming that, by "malleted," they mean it in a comical animé sense of someone (usually female) whipping out a big mallet and smashing a (usually male) character over the head with it for saying something stupid. Rather than this definition from Urban Dictionary.

“Whoa.” Brock said. “Calm down, Misty.” He had torn his eyes from his newest attraction when her boyfriend had shown up. And threatened Brock with his Wartortle.


(I wouldn't be surprised if this was some kind of terrible innuendo.)

Misty's not impressed by the boys and turns to leave. Ash thinks about how annoying she is and Brock suggests giving Togepi "a nice funeral." Ash gets roped into it, to his dismay, and spends some time on a ranty internal monologue:

Ash sighed as he was forced to collect rocks to build Togepi a memorial. * Stupid thing. It’s a pathetic pokemon. Why am I wasting my time like this? Obviously, because Misty is forcing me to. I hate her! Why does she follow me around?! Her bike’s already been repaired. *

Ash continued to rant in his head while they built the memorial.

Finally, after six excruciating hours (Misty wanted it perfect) they were allowed to leave.

Women and their bloody sensitivities, eh?

Cut to...

A few days later, they were traveling in the woods. A trainer came up and challenged Ash.

“I challenge you to a battle!”

“Fine.” Ash said.

“Kakuna, go!”

Ash sweatdropped. * What? Pathetic… *


Oh dear. Yet another animé visual feature written in. I suppose in a well-written fanfiction, it might add to the imagery. But in most cases, it just sounds ridiculous.

I've cut most of the fight scene out. It mostly consists of Ash winning the battle in a totally smug manner. Massaging his own ego after each round is won. Until....

“Swinub, go!”

Ash looked at the little ice pig a bit pityingly. “Too bad it’s part ground-type. Bayleef, Razor Leaf again.”

There goes Swinub…

“Argh! You useless pokemon! Fine! Vaporeon, go!”

Ash stared at the Vaporeon. * What did he do to it?! * Vaporeon looked sickly and frail, as well as covered with bruises. None of the trainer’s other pokemon looked that bad, although they were all weak and tired.

“Bayleef, Sleep Powder!”

Bayleef grinned and put Vaporeon to sleep.

“Wake up, you stupid thing!” The trainer yelled, kicking his Vaporeon. It didn’t budge.

“Damn it! Wake up!” This time, he kicked harder.

“Stop!” Ash said. “It’s not Vaporeon’s fault!”

“Oh yeah?” The trainer asked. He pulled out a whip and began whipping the Vaporeon. “Useless thing!”

Ash and Pikachu saw red. An instant later, a battered trainer, crispy black, lay there on the ground.

Ash quickly picked up Vaporeon and flew to the pokemon center on Pidgeot’s back, ignoring Misty and Brock’s cries.

Hmm. So Ash mocks Misty's dead Pokemon, and begrudges her for wanting to mourn it.... But when there's a bit of Pokémon-whipping going on, by golly, this boy will not stand for it!

Soon, Nurse Joy returned.

“Vaporeon is very weak. What happened to her?”

“It’s a girl?”

Yes it is a girl. Why does it matter if it's a girl? *Sigh* Just you wait. Unfortunately, we find out later.

“Please take care of vaporeon.” Ash said.

“I will. But she’s going to be very weak for weeks.”

“All right.” Ash said. He healed the rest of his pokemon, and left.

Bye-bye Vaporeon!
Or so we think. But three weeks later, the little water-creature is healed and ready to be released into the wild. Soon she runs into Ash, who has clearly been walking very slowly these past three weeks because he's still in the woods next to the Pokémon Centre.

Ash is losing quite spectacularly in a battle. (Not so smug now, ey?) So Vaporeon bravely steps in to save the day, chasing the other Trainer and his Pokémon away.

“Vaporeon?” Ash asked, surprised.

Vaporeon nodded shyly and smiled at him.

“Thank you for saving me.”

Vaporeon licked his face and smiled. Then, she tapped one of his poke balls.

(Ey up! But no, that bit comes in later.)

“You want to come with me?”

Vaporeon nodded. Ash grinned and captured her. “All right then.”

(..By 'later,' I meant 'now.')

A few days had passed, before Vaporeon felt brave enough to make her move. She opened her poke ball and crept to where Ash was. She crept into his sleeping bag, making sure that he was still unconscious.

What follows is Pokémon sex. She takes advantage of a sleeping Ash, who seems to enjoy it nonetheless. If you want to read it in its full graphic-ness, follow the link at the end of the post or click the title of the post. Suffice to say, there's sex, and then there's a blowjob. I don't know the exact size of a Vaporeon, or how the logistics of this would work, but apparently it does work. And I will pick up on this, particularly disturbing line:

...she immediately slid herself onto his dick without any preparation. She was already naturally wet, as a water pokemon, so there was no problem.

There's something I did NOT want to know about a Pokemon's 'type advantages.' Uurgh.

And "no problem," was used very carelessly here. You see, there is a problem with humans having sex with pokémon, in my humble opinion.

Satiated, Vaporeon hopped back into her poke ball and curled up to sleep.

The next morning, Ash woke up, wondering where his boxers had gone. He shrugged. * Must have forgot to put them on last night. *

Vaporeon grinned to herself.

Why is there need to change cute little Pokémon into evil sex-vixens?! It's like a lizard/cat thing. Not made for sex with humans. Not made to seduce humans. Just. Just a pet. Is that not enough!?

Oh but it doesn't end there. You might be thinking this is less perverse, since Ash was sort of sleep-raped. He doesn't know he was fucking a Pokémon, so he can't really be blamed. Let's blame it all on the creepy water pokémon, yes?

No.
“Well, time to go train.” Ash said. He had found a river, so he and his water pokemon spent all day swimming, training, and playing. The sun was setting when Ash finally got out.

“Okay, guys, dinner’s ready!”

The pokemon rushed to the poke chow, except for Vaporeon.

Ash looked at her. “Aren’t you hungry?”

She is, but not for food.
Vaporeon shook her head. She nudged his legs. Ash blinked, and was suddenly taken by surprise when she yanked off his swimming trunks and butted his cock with her head.

Ash blushed. “You want me to?”

Vaporeon nodded and flopped onto her back, whining.

Ash smiled. “All right then.”

I don't even want to write what happens next. Luckily, the writer uses a delicate floral metaphor:
She tasted really good! Surprised, Ash continued lapping at her flower, and was rewarded a few minutes later by a sweet gush of nectar.
Holy shit.
Soon, Vaporeon had recovered from her orgasm and was begging for more. Ash shrugged and mounted her, sliding inside. She was wet and warm, and Ash quickly began humping her uncontrollably. Vaporeon cried out shrilly as Ash continued to pound at her.

OH YES! DO IT TO ME MASTER!

“VAPOREON!” Ash screamed
Holy, holy shit.
...Ash shot his seed deep into her womb...
Does Poké-Human sex result in pregnancy? D:
Let's hope not.

So, there's more sex that I really can't bring myself to quote again... Presumably all in front of the other pokémon - which somehow makes it even worse in my mind. Poor little Pikachu's trying to eat his dinner! He does NOT need those kind of scenes playing out in front of him.

...before she returned to her poke ball.

Ash grinned himself. * Who needs Misty? I have everything I need already. *

He knew that from then on, his journey would be much more interesting…

..And.. There it ends.

Please excuse me whilst I go and bang my head against a hard surface.


LINKS: [The fic] - "Whisper in the water" by Phantomness.
[More from this writer] - Phantomness's Lemon Fanfiction.
[Definitions] - Lemon - Malleted - Sweatdrop

"Radical Ring Power" - A Lord of the Rings / Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles crossover.




Now this one isn't even pornographic in the slightest. But it is hilarious, so I felt the need to share! It's a crossover/parody fic involving the Ninja Turtles adventuring with Frodo and friends, to prevent Saruman and Shredder's joint forces from taking over the world. It's quite a long fic in 6 parts. But definietly worth a read if you're a fan of TMNT and LotR.

LINKS: [The fic] Lord Of The Rings And Ninja Turtles: Radical Ring Power

"Exotic" - A Doctor Who/TARDIS/Martha Fic.

I'm not sure "Exotic" really covers it, but never mind.

In this fic, we discover an interesting dynamic in the Doctor/TARDIS relationship. Namely, that they're shagging. Behind Martha's back. (How does a Time Lord go about shagging a spaceship? Oh you'll find out.)

....Until she walks in on them at it. But luckily for The Doctor, Martha is open-minded to the point that her brain is in danger of falling out. And Man on Machine is exactly the kind of thing that floats her boat.

See the fic in its full glory by following the link at the bottom, or clicking on the title of this entry. Be warned, this is pretty long because the fic was long too. Believe me, I've cut it down as best I can!

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Firstly, I don't suppose the author can be fully blamed for inflicting this on people. S/he does warn us - "Please do NOT read this if the idea of having sex with the TARDIS squicks you."

But it's not in my nature to let a little old warning stop me, so here we go...


Martha woke from a deep sleep to the sound of the TARDIS apparently moaning, like someone in pain. She lay listening for a few moments, then switched on her bedside light and sat up, her head tilted to one side.

Earlier, the Doctor had told her:

"I want to check the TARDIS over... make sure all her systems are fully functional after being out of action for nearly three months."

As it turns out, "check over" and "out of action" are meant in a very different context than you'd usually imagine.

"Doctor," she called, peering down into the eerie, green-lit space.

There was no response and she was just wondering whether he'd gone to the kitchen for a cup of tea...

Oh, if only. That would make for a good PG-13 version of this story.

Sadly this is far from the truth, as Martha is about to discover. She climbs down the ladder into the control room, to the sound of more moans and groans from the TARDIS. Gosh, she marvels, the ship must really be in pain to be making all these sex noises.

So, she works her way down until she's inside the control room, where she notices two things:

1)
the column was much bigger round down here than it was up in the Control Room.

2) the Doctor was on the opposite side of the platform, and he was straddling one of the coral branches, completely nude.

I certainly know which one of those I'd have noticed first.

His eyes were closed, which was why he hadn't spotted her yet, and he had an ecstatic look on his face as he grasped the branch tightly; Martha felt a throb of excitement between her legs as she realised that he looked like a man in throes of sexual pleasure.

Excitement? ...Not shock/horror/embarassment? ..Nope? Okay then.

Then she registered that he was, in fact, having sex with the TARDIS: she could see him thrusting his hips forwards and backwards.

How can that be so matter-of-fact? I can't picture this scene in my head as anything other than awkward, laughable and more than a bit disturbing!

Anyway, The Doctor reaches his climax, with more moaning and shuddering from the TARDIS. Martha falls over due to the shuddering - she's moaning too, because she obviously can't control herself in the face of Time Lord / TARDIS action.

This makes for embarrassing times all round, because the Doctor hears her moaning, turns round, and realises she's seen him riding his spaceship naked... (Much like Daniel Radcliffe in Equus. Except less horse, more spaceship.)


"You really are an alien, aren't you?" she observed quietly.

The Doctor gave her a thoughtful look, noting that she didn't seem horrified or upset at what she'd discovered. He also noticed the increased scent of pheromones she was giving off.

Not only is she not horrified. She's actually turned on.

"Do you shag your ship often?" she asked

"Of course, I've seen the way you pilot the TARDIS," she continued, "and I have to admit, I'd wondered."

(Um, what? I can safely say that I never had wondered.)

She gave him a smile and he felt himself growing hard again. "I bet you thought I hadn't noticed the pronounced bulge in your trousers after you've been using your feet on the console."

"You noticed that?" he asked.

She nodded, eyes bright with amusement. "It was enough to give me wet dreams," she told him.

How romantic.

The Doctor certainly thinks so, and suddenly finds himself aroused by Martha's presence. 'You get off on me getting off with machines? Hawt.'

The sexual tension builds - he wants her, she wants him. They kiss. The Doctor props her up against the very branch he was just humping, and proceeds to use one of the most macho-sounding pre-sex lines ever:

"Ready?" he asked.

She is ready. So it's ready, aim, fire, so to speak. They have very enjoyable sex, no doubt fuelled by thoughts of the Doctor at his control panel. Martha seems to reach about fifty climaxes throughout. Fair enough. Maybe the Doctor's good in that area. But it's when the TARDIS actually starts joining in that things get a bit weird.

The TARDIS was also moaning and shuddering, sharing in their pleasure through her emotional and telepathic link to the Time Lord, and the Doctor could feel her pleasure feeding his as he grew closer to his own climax.

That's it? You say. Nooo, unfortunately that is not it.

They go back up to the TARDIS bedroom. Martha surmises that when the Doctor runs his fingers through his hair, he is actually sexually pleasuring himself. Or...something. Thanks for that image, author-of-fic. I will never be able to watch an episode of Tennant-era Doctor Who in the same way again.


She ran her hands through his hair (which we've now established as similar to touching his penis, I suppose)
and played with it until he growled and rolled them over, pinning her body beneath his as he slid his hard cock into her heated core and they made love again.

"Heated core" is the female equivalent of "stiff prick" or "throbbing member." It's just neeever going to sound sexy.

Martha and the Doctor wake up spooning. Martha's happy she hasn't dreamt it all. That's right - happy, not relieved.

The Doctor points out that sexing the TARDIS is vital, to restore the bond between a Time Lord and their ship. Martha asks if all Time Lords do it. The Doctor says the only one he ever asked said she didn't do it.

Um... Not so vital, then, surely? But Martha's got other things on her mind, and doesn't question that.

"Could a female Time Lord do it?"

His hands stilled. "Are you asking what I think you're asking?"

Please God, don't let her be asking what he thinks she's asking.

"What do you think I'm asking?"

"If you can shag the TARDIS."

Aaaaand, yes she is asking that.

So, they head on down to the control room, where Martha straddles the branch The Doctor was sitting on previously... It grows a kind of "TARDIS equivalent of a cock" (the writer's words, not mine!) and she.. has sex with it.

He held her as she lowered herself down with a moan as the ship filled her.

"Okay?" he asked.

"Oh god, yes!"

Oh god NO.

The Doctor joins in with kisses and erection-rubbings. Martha, rather redundantly, points out:

"This has to be the most unusual sex I've ever had,"

You don't say.

The TARDIS is vibrating, the Doctor smiles, thinking the "Old Girl" must be enjoying herself. Presumably the TARDIS, not Martha. The TARDIS shows Martha lots of nice images - stars, galaxies, vortexes, etc, as she orgasms. Nice little slideshow to supplement the lovemaking process.

Martha falls forward against the Doctor. She feels that he's still hard and thinks it only polite to ask if he wants finishing off.

"You haven't come," she said.

"No."

"Don't you want to?" she asked.

"Yes."

Blunt, but honest I suppose. So she sees to it that he does. Happy ending for everybody. Even the TARDIS is happy.

The TARDIS hummed quietly to herself, satisfied that not only had she restored her link with her Time Lord, but she had also resolved the tension that had arisen between him and his companion during their stay in Farringham.

THE END.

If you're a Doctor Who fan, good luck with ever being able to see The Doctor leaning over his control panel in an innocent way again.

Fun fact: The Doctor/TARDIS relationship is known as DocTARD in the Dr Who shipping community. It has quite a following. Not sure about DocMarthTARD, though.

LINKS: [The fic] - "Exotic" by Persiflage

Friday 2 January 2009

"Wha?! Shadow...your gay to?!" - A Sonic/Shadow fanfic


I'm easing you in at the shallow end with this one. At least these two are the same species and fandom.

Right. This little beauty can be found at fanfiction.net and features Sonic the Hedgehog exploring his sexuality with his rival - Shadow. The inventive spelling, grammar and vocabulary of the writer and the fact that all of it is underlined only serves to add to the baffling nature of the fic.

I have picked out the 'highlights' here, but go ahead and read the whole thing if you want to. Clicking the title of this entry will lead you there, and I've linked it at the bottom of the post too. This is actually the second chapter of the fic, but considering the content, there's not really much storyline to catch up on.

Okay, we start out with Sonic and Shadow having a "guy" talk. Shadow has something to reveal, and Sonic is interested to discover this shocking revelation...

"Wha?! Shadow...your gay to?!" Sonic started suddenly as he stared at Shadow wide eyed.

"Huh....gay to?" Shadow echoed Sonics words.

'My gay to where?!' Shadow is evidently wondering.

Could it be? Shadow...gay? Even if he truly was...what made Sonic think it was him he had a crush on? Sonic could only hope it was him....he waited with baited breathe

"Hmph...I think you know for yourself who I have a thin for..." Shadow muttered and looked at Sonic evilly.

Sonic stared back...he felt scared...and somehow vulnerable....but enthralled all at the same time.

....Sort of how this fic makes me feel, funnily enough.

Who does Shadow have a thin for? Well, it's not long before we find out:

"Tell me...Sonic" He pronounced his name slowly and carefully...letting it roll off his tongue "have you ever touched another guy?" he set his hand firmly on Sonic's thigh and gave it a playful squeeze.

At this point, the author chooses to break the beautifully built-up tension to offer us a final warning:

{Lemon alert!!!!!!!!!}

"Lemon" being a term for unashamedly pornographic content. Usually lacking any semblance of a plot. I for one am glad that the author offered this warning, because the "have you touched another guy?" and the playful thigh-squeezing happens on a regular basis in the Sonic universe. So I'd have been totally shocked to see
that develop into something sexual.

"Well...I think about it sometimes...."

"Yeah? Wanna touch me?" with that said Shadow promptly leaned forward and pressed his lips against Sonics.

Not... actually given him much choice there, have you Shadow? You brazen hussy!
Cue Sonic's internal struggle, does he want it, doesn't he? But it turns out he does and they do some more fondling.

"Mmm...Shadow what are you?" Sonic started with surprise as he felt a firm hand clasp over his ass

A freakin' hedgehog! That's what he is! But the writer seems to be ignoring the fact that s/he is sexualising hedgehogs.

"Does my little hedgie like that?" Shadow asked

No, wait. S/he isn't. D:
Sonic
does like that, and starts moaning/spasming/etc and Shadow starts having some fun with Sonic's "member." You know it's a good bad-fanfiction when the word "member" is used. It's used more than once in this one. Excellent.

Shadow smiled inwardly to himself, Sonic was a fairly decent size...about 6 inches...not to big...not to small.

That's quite specific. And do I even want to bring up the scale issues involved here? How big is an average cartoon hedgehog? Surely six inches is terrifyingly large for a penis, in comparison to his body?

..Yup, best not think about it.

Back in the fic, things are getting more heated, and Sonic... reaches his little hedgehog climax.

Slowly Shadow lifted his hand up to his mouth and smelled it. It smelt...salty. He tentatively licked it and smiled in approval before licking his furry hand clean.

Just... just NO. Nobody needs to hear that!

Thankfully, the writer ends it there, launching straight into their finishing comments:

"Whew....that was hard to write...i'm thinking of adding a 3rd chapter soon with a real hardcore lemon in."

Oh, great. Because I was just thinking about how this one wasn't quite hardcore enough.

The Reviews.
Always worth reading. This one has two reviews. One offering praise, the other a bit of creative crit:

"That was pretty good! you definitely have a gift. just make sure to add a little story line too. Lemons are nice but what people really love is drama. the essence of story is conflict."

A "GIFT?!" Yeah, okay then. Go ahead and call it that. Personally, I'd paraphrase and call it "serious mental issues."


LINKS: [The fic] -
SonXShad Greenhill fun by Specopsangheili
[Japanese site stating Sonic's official height.. Which appears to be 100cm. Oh boy.] - http://sonic.sega.jp/chara/sonic/

An introduction / explanation.

Firstly, I apologise profusely for creating this in the first place. Extra apologies to you if you've stumbled upon this by accident on the net. I suggest you leave now, whilst you still have your integrity and your innocence intact. If you choose to read on you've only yourself to blame!

So the inspiration for this blog came from the range of horrifying fanfiction I've been subjected to over the years. I've come to realise that Rule 34 really does apply to absolutely everything. Wherever there's a fandom, there's fans, and wherever there's fans, there's normal, relatively innocent fans.... But there's also considerably more twisted fans who WILL find attraction in the most bizarre characters, pairings, and sexual kinks. And then they will write about it.

This became apparent when I had the misfortune of finding a certain Harry Potter fanfiction involving Hermione and Draco. Pretty normal for that fandom, you may say. I would usually agree. But in this case, Draco was a ferret, and Hermione was still a human. Basically, she shagged a ferret. And I read that fanfic all the way through, right to the bitter end.

There's something about this kind of car-crash fiction that gets my attention. Once you know it exists, you just need to read it. You know that by the end you will feel dirty, and want to tear out your own eyes, and that a considerable chunk of whatever innocence you had will have been torn away from you. But still, your eyes remain glued to the words on screen, your mouth hanging open in horror.

And this is the beautiful sensation I will be sharing with you in my blog. I will scour the internet for the most mind-scarring, childhood-destroying, eye-burning, and downright weird material, and bring it back here to share with you, my valued reader. At the expense of my own poor, fragile mind.

I guess I'm just generous like that.

Enjoy. (Or not.)

- Alice

LINKS: "Creature Comforts" By Bunney [Hermione/Ferret!Draco fic]