ENF=Embarrassed Nude Female(s)
An ongoing thread for ENF themed images, stories, or videos.
Previous threads archived: https://archive.loveisover.me/e/search/subject/enf/
Archived Stories: http://pastebin.com/LARgaXEF
Notable ENF manga: http://pastebin.com/EVxahg1f
Notable ENF anime: http://pastebin.com/B4ex1tUD
ENF Games: http://pastebin.com/edRBSW4p
If anyone has any other suggestions for ENF Anime, Manga, and Games then post them and describe them in the thread. They'll be added to the pastebins.
Don't be shy about posting content in this thread; there are plenty of girls being shy for us!
Pokemon: Red Shame by Melody:
Vera's Story by ANewENFArtist:
I found this a while back, figured I'd post it here.
A girl strips naked on a train, takes a couple of selfies, and throws her clothes on in a panic when she sees someone coming:
Here's volumes 3 & 5 of Tennen Kakutou Shoujo Chihiro-chan. It includes the missing chapter 18 from vol. 3 and chapters 26 & 27 from vol. 5 that were missing from volume collections that were going around earlier.
I've never ripped or converted files before from Amazon, so the files are little large. So if anyone knows knows how to do it properly or wants the original files to do so themselves, let me know.
For those who want to see a bunch of doodles, many of which have ENF themes, you might like to check this link out here of a bunch I've been doing for people who attended my streams? It's too large to upload here sadly, so that's why the link. Uploaded a sample though to show you sort of what to expect (one of the better ones I think at least).
Embarrassed naked girls turning bright red with embarrassment!
Didn't the guy who suggested that straight up say he didn't want their fur to actually be ripped off?
Honestly, if this choice involves actually hurting our Pokemon I'd much rather we pick something else, votes be damned.
Maybe Melody spends so much time thinking about what to do about it that she winds up running out of time and not getting to plan anything.
>I'm curious on how this could possibly work without just screwing over the voters and saying "lolnope, doing something you didn't want instead"
It could work by just doing what the suggestion says, which is probably what he's going to do.
Seriously though, was your only reason for voting for it to try and cause a kerfuffle?
I admit the way I went about it was too strong armed. I apologize for that. Really, my suggestion is to just do it in a way that doesn't hurt the Pokemon. That's all.
There's a big difference between "I'd much rather we pick something else, votes be damned" and "I would suggest that we go about this in a way that minimizes harm"
If you really meant the latter and just somehow managed to phrase it so badly that it came out as the former, then that's fine. I don't think you did though.
Relax, they have it much worse each time they get into a fight; don't forget that Melody is physically weak. It did damage Rattata's friendship quite a bit, though (yes, I do keep track of that). Most violence in this story will follow the anime's logic, regardless. Basically, whatever James and Jessie can survive, the average person/Pokémon can; while Melody herself is basically immortal. In any case, the little guy is fine.
Needlessly to say, it didn't work.
He's not alone, though. The suggestion received some negative feedback as well. It still won fair and square. My hands are tied, here; and regardless, I don't think I'll get scared of writing anything you guys could possibly suggest. I used to play VtM, things get really fucked up there.
Mutilated-slave fuck-toy being raped for hours on end for the entertainment of an untiring undead and then fed to a pair of enraged attack on steroids and vamp blood kind of fucked up. And that's just Friday night for your average Sabbat.
That said, some plans will plain not work no matter how supported it might be. It won't stop Melody from trying, though. And obviously, this is just /e/; there are some things I just can't write here.
Suddenly, a crazy idea comes to me. What if I could actually make them NOT want to interview me? Wouldn’t that be the best possible solution? Of course it would! The idea seems a little insane if I were to speak it out loud, but it pays off it will be worth it.
What do all these girls have in common? Let’s be honest here, we’re all drop-dead gorgeous; yes, even Helga, I hate to admit. Anything else? Everyone has shaved legs, shaved armpits and even trimmed pubs – or downright shaved as well, in Laurie’s case –. The common denominator is that we’re all hairless. See where I’m going with this?
I just need a bit of hair to strap or paste to the areas of my body that haven’t been revealed already; which should be chest, armpits, back if possible, and maybe even my butt. This will make the public beg for me to get out of their sight, I’d bet. My fight will be announced in literally seconds, and I don’t have many tools to work it. For instance, the hair I can only get from my Pokémon, the ones with a bit of fur. I don’t have clippers, so that’ll have to get improvised. I really hope either Potions or antidotes are sticky enough to what I’m about to do, as well.
I get Rattata´s Pokéball from my backpack. Will this do? Its fur is blue while I’m obviously a brunette. It’s night outside already, although it’s hard to tell, but the stage is well-illuminated. Whatever! Here’s to hoping. I run to the dressing room, I don’t want to be interrupted.
“CONTESTANTS FOR THE SECOND FIGHT IN THE SEMIFINALS, PLEASE GO TO THE STAGE.” It gets announced. Damn it, I’m running out of time.
“Go Rattata!” It comes out, cries its name twice and looks at me inquisitively. “Now, stay put for a second.”
Still unsure this might be a good idea; I reach for my Pokémon’s back and try to grab some of its hair to pull it off. Rattata cries in pain and surprise, and then tries to bite my hand to get me to stop; I flinch back out of his reach, without a single strand hair in my hand.
“I need some of your hair, Rattata! Please!”
When I try to walk to him, Rattata goes back without every giving his back to me, growling. No matter how I approach him, he tries to stay out of my hand’s reach. I try to ask him nicely a couple of times, and promise a few things in return, but nothing seems to work. My other Pokémon with fur on it would be Pikachu, but if Rattata is so uncooperative around this idea, Pikachu will probably just fry me with a Thundershock.
“Melody, what are you doing?” I hear Aria’s voice at my back. “You can’t use Rattata for these fights! Hurry, Amanda is on her way already.”
I curse under my breath and take out Rattata’s Pokéball to call him back. For a second there I think I see him considering dodging the red beam that will call him back, but in the end Rattata gets back to his Pokéball without any incident. Why did I have such an idea? It isn’t necessarily the wrong angle to experiment, but I had less than fifteen seconds to execute it.
“Melody, run!” Urges Aria, as she takes off my backpack. “You can’t be late, you know how these people are.”
Listening to Aria’s advice, I basically sprint to stage from the backside. Amanda was already there, ready on her side of the battlefield. Did she see what I was doing with Rattata? I didn’t notice her walking to the dressing room.
There’s a man standing on my side of the stage, and urges me to hurry up with exaggerated hand motions. When I make it to him, he scolds me in a whisper, while making sure all my clothes are on their place and gives my hair a quick brushing.
“Ladies and gentlemen” the announcer begins, and the guy runs backwards and vanishes, “for the last fight of the semifinals, Melody versus Amanda.”
The curtain lifts and the applauding starts, as usual. I’m faced off against the strongest trainer of all the contestants with only three Pokémon against five. Is it time to start thinking what will I do if I lose? I still have some time as the fight goes on.
a) Be very bold and daring, show no shame so they can’t make fun of it.
b) Be like a robot. Answer things boringly, do as requested with the minimal effort acceptable.
c) Just be myself.
d) Try to act like Joy. Be a huge perv that enjoys this… but I don’t know if I can keep the act up.
e) This kind of thinking is for losers. I don’t need a plan for the interview, because I’m going to win…! Somehow…!
f) Act snarky and sarcastic, and casually mention that I wouldn't mind taking Helga over my knee at some point.
g) Write in.
I'm feeling like A, B, and F would make them go extra hard on us, and D would probably encourage them. E is basically a throwaway decision.
So I guess I vote C, even though it doesn't seem very interesting
I suggested the hair because I figured it'd be fun to try and draw that. I didn't want to rip the fur off a pokemon's back.
I meant to look at our clothes and let pokemon out of balls and see if they were shedding. If so then use that hair.
That rattatta's gotta be pissed.
Not our fault that there's no other place to put the stories.
As for the thread being boring, I think this'll spice things up.
I'll change my vote to C, since there's a tie.
I get your concerns, but enforcing something like that will just piss everyone off. It's really not worth the effort.
In this particular instance, I doubt it would even matter, since A1 appears to be the popular choice on at least one of ANew's other sites he posts this story on.
I on a phone and it was easy making a username. Only thing I had to do was when I posted a comment I just had to hit the section that said name, and it just keeps it as your name whenever you comment. I'm not sure how hard it is on computer but I feel like it would be easy
4chan is famous for it's anonymity. People are not going to give that up, especially not for a simple CYOA story.
You can change that name whenever you want. It would do absolutely nothing to identify users or prevent vote spamming.
Seriously learn how the god damn site works before you go running your mouth.
You do realize how easy it is to change your name here, right? Rather than try to set up some bullshit authentication scheme, why don't we just trust that other anons actually exist and are not douchebags?
Story is a bit longer this time.
Oh, well. You can't keep everybody happy.
The plan here is not to embarrass myself any more than necessary. I’m getting naked in front of all these people, I’ve had hours to come to terms with that idea… not that it helped all that much. In any case, I fear that if I try to act artificially in any way, I might end up like Helga; not only showing my bare body to an audience, but making a fool out of myself, a ridiculous, sad fool. I’ll just wing it. Whatever happens, happens.
I start with Turtwig. It seems very implausible that this Pokémon can win or help me win any fight, so it’s basically using it for scouting. I mean, it’s not as if it was my own Pokémon. Amanda starts with a Dratini. It’s exactly level 15, and it takes exactly one Wrap attack to take down poor Turtwig. Damn it… time to start the stupid ritual.
Okay, no problem. I’m already showing around my panties, so taking off my shirt doesn’t feel like such a big deal… or it shouldn’t. With so many eyes staring at me, it doesn’t feel like a small deal either, though. I take off my shirt with a swift movement and just leave it in the floor. I’m just using a plain white bra that is technically part of my Lass uniform. For a moment I think I see a bit of disappointment in some of the eyes scrutinizing me; maybe it is because I’m not wearing anything fancy, or maybe they don’t like the size of my boobs. I’ll admit that compared to some of the monster tits they have seen waving around – and still can see if they just turn to see the naked girls in the audience – they’re not so impressive. It still attacks my self-esteem a little bit.
Next fight is my Ralts against… Dratini again. Amanda doesn’t switch. We face Dratini’s Dragon Rage against Ralts’ Confusion. It takes two clashes before Ralts is out of commission. Dratini didn’t make it out without some injuries, but they all seem to be minor. Still, that’s not what I’m worried about right now.
Again, to the center of the stage. Tons of eyes on me, there’s well-dressed men, fancy ladies, a few naked girls who don’t bother to hide their despise towards me in their looks and… is that a kid? Who brings a kid to this kind of sick show? Ugh… I slowly reach with both my hands to my back, and get the hook of the bra. I undo it in less than a second, but keep moving my hands around for a little while longer to buy myself some time. I need to ready myself.
Come on, Melody!
I let go. My bra falls off me, and I show a bunch of strangers my boobs. There is no covering, there is not hiding. My slightly-below average sized breasts are displayed to anyone who cares to take a look. I freeze for a bit, unable to deal with the situation. That time is not misspent by the public, all of whom check me out with a wide variety of judgements and looks. Some I believe are content with the size, while a few are disapproving; some focus on my erect nipples – it is rather cold – while some prefer to watch the round shape on its entirety. I snap out of it a little later that I would’ve like to, and walk past to my position with a red-shinning face. This isn’t even the worst that I’ll have to do in these next few minutes, so I have to steel myself.
I send out Mudkip, but of course; Amanda already knew what Pokémon I had left. She has a Voltorb. I get crushed; believe it or not that ball Pokémon can move incredibly fast and has top-notch reflexes to avoid Mudkip’s Mud Slap. My eyes meet with Amanda’s. She’s smirking in victory, I can only look away in submission. I can’t look at her straight in the eye.
I don’t even hear the announcement of Amanda’s victory, or the instruction telling me to walk to the center of the stage again. I knew this would happen, I knew it! But it’s still too hard to endure. After so long that the public was starting to get uneasy, I make my way to the very front of the stage to do what I hope I’m getting a lot paid for.
Aria is looking at me from the watching window, as is Joy. I can see Helga’s malice from where I’m standing. There is no way around it, I’m trapped here. I have to do it. I get both my thumbs inside the small white piece of cloth covering my most private area, each on one side, at my hips. I can’t help but whimper a bit as I use my arms to lower my panties down my knees and then into my ankles. I step out of my underwear, first right leg, then left leg. It’s done.
Standing like a soldier would, I have hundreds of eyes on me. Even with all that has happened to me lately, not these many human beings had seen me naked in my entire life; and now all at once a full house – and a camera – all get to see exactly how my body is designed. My small frame, my flat stomach, the slight curves of my hip and waist, my complete lack of body hair, my so very slightly puffy mound of Venus, and most embarrassing of it all, the innie shape of my vulva. I have goose bumps all over my body, and my face feels like it’s burning.
A man walks to me, I make an effort to move and receive the microphone from him. How am I supposed to speak like this? Why did I ever come here? This is just too much, I feel like crying; but if I do that right now it will only serve to augment my shame. I have to be strong.
“Melody” a deep male voice amplified by a lot of speakers says to me, “very impressive performance. We rarely get to see a newcomer making it all the way to the semifinals.”
“T-thank you” I answer with a broken, uneven voice.
“However, this fight felt a bit unfair. You were utterly crushed. It seemed like you stood no chance from the beginning. Your Pokémon went sent to faint one right after the other.”
And what the fuck was I supposed to do? This bitch has three Gym badges! I didn’t even come here willingly… and now look at me. How is this fair??
Should I be thinking like this? Of course I should. Yes, that’s it, Melody! Get mad. You need to get mad, draw strength from anger. Come on, snap out of it! You’re like a scared Skitty right now, they’ll devour you.
“I’d like to think I did well considering the circumstances. I don’t think any trainer, as skilled as he or she might be, could’ve done much better in the same situation. Or do you disagree?” I answer with annoyance, behaving defensively.
“Oh, no. You did fine. Speaking of skilled trainers, though; I believe you have one in your family? Do you mind sharing your full name to the audience?”
“I do mind. I don’t hide behind the shadow of anyone. I’m Melody. My dad, who is what you think you mean, is my dad. If you want to discuss about his accomplishments, I can give you his number.”
“There is fire in this one, ladies and gentlemen! And it is to be expected, as she is Melody Mustard, daughter of Dust Mustard.”
The audience was already containing a few exclamations on my atypical hot-headed behavior, but after the mentioning of my last name; they seemed to get even more surprised. Dad is famous like that in the Pokémon world. Still a deadbeat and a complete retard otherwise. I’ve heard stories about him, if mom didn’t take the initiative, the guy would’ve probably have died a virgin.
Since I don’t say anything after that, the announcer tries to keep the conversation going.
“Pardon the indiscretion, but might I ask why do you shave all of your body hair? I know it’s a feminine hygiene and beauty practice to remove most of the hair on the legs and armpits… but you seem to be completely hairless! I am looking right now with augmentation and I can’t spot a single place you could have missed. That is a job well done. Could you turn around so we can make sure it was thoroughly done?”
“I don’t grow any hair, okay? It’s just how it is, like how my eyes are brown or my nose the shape it is.”
“Fascinating! I had never heard of anything like that. Does that mean that you don’t need to shave at all? I bet there will be a few members of the audience envious of the fact.”
“Yeah, yeah. I’m a freak of nature or whatever. Way to rub it in”. I’m actually proud of that feature of my body, and if anything, it’s helping me feel less embarrassed that it’s being talked about.
“You’re not a freak of nature, Melody. Your body is beautiful, and I am certain most will agree with me. Shape is more important than size, is that right?”
“Hey, if you don’t like what you’re seeing you’re very welcome to look away.”
I draw a few laughs from the public. Is this working? The shame is past. Sure, I’m still completely naked in front of lot of people; but at least it’s not getting any worse. They’ve already seen, if they want to keep staring that’s just dandy. Meanwhile I’ll keep talking until they get bored, but meanwhile I’m not doing crap. No turning around, no dancing, and definitely no perverted stuff. This is Melody’s show. If full frontal nudity is not good enough for you, you can kindly go fuck yourself.
“You seem a little angry, is there something the matter, Melody?”
“Yeah, I’m freezing out here” Not really, but it seemed like the right thing to say.
“Yes, I can see that. Your… body is showing some signs of it, particularly your breasts.”
It’s not a direct question. I don’t have to answer that. I just keep a poker face… as much of a Poker face as I can make with my genitals exposed.
I keep my game. The announcer is trying to get something out of me, but he doesn’t. He’s not going to embarrass me, because I stay angry and annoyed. He gets bored after a few more questions, and lets me go to my seat.
a) Obey the guy. Go to my seat and stay there to watch the conclusion of the tournament.
b) I am… kind of the mood to give them a show. Should I do something naughty before I step down from the stage?
c) Call out the announcer. I got him beat and I want him to know it.
d) Write in.
...Would giving them a middle finger on the way out be too much? Because we totally should.
It's not finished yet. I usually wait until the story is finished before putting it in a pastebin.
Doubly so for this one, considering it's been going on for nearly two years.
I personally don't mind the stories. I just wish it was easier to read stories that transcend multiple threads. And the pastebin hasn't been updated in a long time. I just don't want to dig to be able to read them coherently.
Okay… I have to admit that having the crowd eating from my hand as I’m being rude and dominant is a little exciting… and yes, it does have a little bit to do with the fact that I’m naked. I’m not a closet pervert! This is really freaking embarrassing and would much rather not do anything similar in my entire life, going as far as to say that I’d gladly give any of my Pokémon – save Ralts – to avoid it. The little tiny itty bit of arousal is still there, though. I can’t deny it, not to myself.
Still, it doesn’t get to my head and it’s not quite enough to make me do something crazy. I keep calm and collected and climb down from the stage, giving up the mic as I receive a sincere round of applause for my performance. I give my cheering crowd the finger, but they just seem to enjoy my bad girl attitude. I suppose they like all sorts and tastes around here. Just look at Laurie, for crying out loud.
I’m lead to my seat. It’s another dreadfully embarrassing and humiliating experience to have to get close to the public in the buck and have to find the place reserved for me. I know half these people have already binoculars and stuff, but having them see my body from so close still makes me anxious. The blushing is back… and here I thought I had that dominated from earlier. At least I can use my hands to cover my shame, now.
Ugh… found my seat; finally. I sit on it and… wow. This feels awesome. Yes, I know there’s a bunch of people staring at my unmentionables even as of right now, but this chair is really comfy. Not only that, but my bare skin against it feels phenomenal. It’s warm, and soft. There is a place for everything. A place to rest my head, a place to rest my feet, and even a place to rest my arms if I cared to place them there – they’re too busy at the moment covering me –. As for my butt, it just found heaven. This is better than any bed that I’ve ever laid on. I guess losing first is not so terrible if you get to sit in this place for a few hours. I almost feel sorry for the people who have to wear clothes while sitting… okay, no; but the point is that this chair is amazing.
My neighbors are a young woman in an old fashioned dress and a fat kid that can’t be over twelve. They both have their own respective super comfy chairs.
“You did well up there” starts a conversation with me the woman. “Not everyone takes their first interview so nicely. Oh, and by the way, you don’t need to hold back; we don’t judge. I know the experience you just went through can be… exhilarating. If you wish to relieve stress, go on. Just make sure to not make too much noise.”
Whatever does that mean? Well, I supposed no sane person would attend a tournament like this. I bet all people here are screwed up in the head in some way or another. Yes, I do include the contestants. No, of course not me; I didn’t know what it was all about.
I was going to answer something, but my train of thought gets interrupted by the announcement of the next fight. Seconds later, I get to see the Pokémon Battle the way it was supposed to. The view is a lot better down here; although granted, maybe giving your clothes for it is not worth it.
It’s Joy versus Amanda. The final match. They go straight at it! Sadly, Joy just doesn’t stand a chance. She gets countered at every step of the way. Her Magnemite does manage to take out Amanda’s Dratini after a spectacular Sonic Boom, but the damn bitch only took off her glasses. She’s supposed to only be wearing four items of clothing right now? I guess that means she’s not using any underwear. No wonder she was so worried about giving up her pants.
After Joy loses her first Pokémon, she takes off her panties. The public basically roars for it, she’s truly a crowd favorite. She does another complicated maneuver to take off her pink underwear from underneath her apron without showing anything to anybody… to just then just walk back to her position in the Pokémon Battlefield, giving her back and waving her butt right in front of us. And from this angle… I can actually see her pussy.
As her second Pokémon is knocked out, Joy stands forward, and actually takes off her nurse apron! She shows her naked body in all its glory without so much as an ounce of shame; if anything, she seems proud to reveal it. Her breasts are perky, and very well sized. She does trip her pubes, but not all that much – needlessly to say the hair down there is as pink as her head.
When her final Pokémon falls in battle, Joy then takes off her nurse hat. How can she save that for last? She could still be wearing underwear if she wanted!
Her interview begins, she seems extremely calm and confident in her birthday suit.
“What a shame, Joy. I know that as an announcer I must remain unbiased; but I was rooting for you in this last match.”
“Thank you! I appreciate the support. I have no regrets, however. I gave it my best.”
“Do you have anything special planned for the public this time? Last time you impressed us a great deal. It was much unexpected.”
“Well, I had to do something special. It was my 20th tournament. I’m sorry, as much as I would like to repeat it, it would cease to be special if it was done every single week.”
“We can understand that. And very well said.”
“Um… what did she do last time?” I sneak a question to my neighbor, the woman.
“Oh, I wasn’t here, but people were talking about it so much that I ended up knowing regardless. She started playing with herself on stage. Nobody told her to, she just… did it.”
What? I’m left speechless. How perverted can that nurse be? And why would she do something like that in front of so many people? Does she even realize that there’s a freaking camera recording everything we do? Unbelievable… and to think I owe such a woman a favor.
I got distracted and missed the rest of the interview, which apparently was very brief and didn’t consist in anything embarrassing… barring the nudity. Nurse Joy doesn’t go to take a sit. She stays on stage and starts applauding with the rest of the crowd as Amanda, who steps forward – still fully clothed – has confetti rain on her and some stupid ceremony starts in which she’s handed some medal. Who cares? I’m just staying on my sit.
a) Just let the tournament end so I can get out of here.
b) Try and convince people around me to call for Amanda to take off her clothes. She can’t get away with this!
c) Talk to my neighbor; see what else she knows about this place. I finally get to talk to someone from the inside.
d) Write in.
Just thought I'd share this before it becomes too irrelevant.
Not my best, but I did it all digitally because I can't find my sketchbook atm. That said, I think the hands came out okay.
D) Start a chant of "Take it off Amanda! Take it off! *clap* *clap* *clap*
Oh, I forgot to say that I dozed off a couple times while drawing it and ended up putting random bunches of lines and color everywhere lol.
I would've taken more time to recolor things, but like I said I didn't want the story to move too far ahead.
I like it. If it's not too much to ask, can you do one without the mic? A pic of full frontal nude Melody will get plenty of use as the story moves forward. Don't use barbie anatomy, give it a shot! Nipples turned out just fine.
I have the game. Fully cleared as well. I'll put in a .rar at Dropbox later.
The prizing ceremony seems plain, old and boring. I have no interest on it, but I don’t feel like just stay sit here without doing anything. Since the lady to my side seems very talkative and outgoing, I try to make conversation. At the very least it doesn’t seem like she’s much of a snob who would refuse to talk to ‘the lower class’. I ask her everything that comes to mind and she keeps answering. She loves to hear herself speak.
This tournament is held twice a week. There’s no specific days for it, people who are interested in attending have to actually check and get informed by any means to their disposal. Getting an invitation is not too hard and not too expensive, but you have to know the right people. The Gentleman’s Battle Club is a bit of an underground touristic attraction, and while it’s not unique in Santo, it boasts the wider audience and variety of girls than similar places. The Pokémon admitted to fight here are not very strong, so there are plenty of girls capable of getting their hands on Pokémon of that caliber and start participating.
Becoming a contestant is free; and the only prerequisite is to know someone who can vouch for you. Basically, the only thing you have to do is ‘not be a cop’; although as far as I understand, the people dealing in this place have the city in their pocket anyways. There is technically no age restriction, so as long as you are considered attractive, you’re in.
We don’t get out clothes back, really bad news. Apparently, after the tournament an auction is held and they sell them. We get a very small cut of the profits, but that’s still quite a bit of money. Our clothes become more expensive the farthest we got in the tournament as we took them off; which usually means that panties are outrageously expensive, being the last thing most girls try to keep until the end.
Still, we don’t have to just go out naked to town; we get a dress. No underwear, no shoes, just a dress. That is, unless you want to risk it. There is a bit of a wager you can risk yourself to when being handed over your dress, with three possible results: if you’re lucky, you get a full outfit that covers everything, if you’re not lucky, you simply get something similar to the dress you risked, and if you’re unlucky… you get absolutely nothing. You can bring spare clothes to try and circumvent this, but they tend to disappear when you’re not watching your belongings. They’re not stolen, though; you get them mailed later. The people at the Gentleman’s Battle club are surprisingly good at finding people, or so this lady claims.
There are several punishments for those found out cheating, although the definition of cheating is a bit open to interpretation; it means basically what the public is willing to ignore or not. The physical punishments include very severe spanking and… having objects inserted; but those are for small offenses. The real punishment for breaking the rules deliberately in order to get an advantage is being sold. Yes, sold. You get auctioned, same as your clothes, and get bought – for a day – as the pet of someone from the audience. What happens to ‘pets’ depends on what kind of owner they have; but asking for your pet for favors of sexual nature is usually very frowned upon. There is this old lady who wins the pet auctions more often than not, and who’s said to have the girls sent their way never violate any rules ever again. Hearing this makes me feel glad I didn’t cheat… too much.
To be honest I was starting to enjoy the talk. As horrible as the customs and rules of this society are, it’s still interesting to hear about. The prizing ceremony ends, though; and all the contestants are summoned to the stage. We bow down –all of us naked but one – to the public one last time. Damn! I forgot how many there were of us! We get lined up – shortest girls forward, the tallest behind, which means I get to be in front row showing more of my body - Afterwards the announcer explains the choice that I had heard before. We get a dress or we can bet it to get something better. I have decided to keep the dress, of course. Or I was… until the first girl stepped forward to make her choice.
She decided for the dress and was handed over a… nightgown? That is no dress! As she puts it on, I can see the damn thing is basically transparent, and very short as well. That will cover basically nothing!
The second girl makes her choice, and she decides to risk it. She spins a small roulette, and is handed over… nothing. She’s led outside in the buck to the delight of the public and the next girl has to step over. This one won her wager, and received a t-shirt, jeans, underwear and shoes. She wore it all right there, and was then too led outside.
It seems they’re going from shortest to tallest on this one, which means that my turn will be very soon. What do I choose?
i) Risk it. This gown covers nothing anyway.
j) Don’t risk it. I’ll rather keep the gown than nothing at all.
k) Try and cheat. The roulette seems very simple; maybe I can make it stop where I want by cramming my finger when nobody is looking.
l) Write in.
4) Take the risk, but if it fails just ask Aria to go ahead and do what Melody did for her when we first entered the town, which is give her some money to buy clothes while we hide elsewhere.
I'm voting I.
I'll draw it without the microphone. Any particular kind of pose you want?
I'm laughing looking at that picture now. You can tell I was half asleep when I drew it. She looks like the elongated girl lol.
2 different drawings trying different things.
I didn't have time to try and shade the 2nd one though. I've got something to do today.
Thought I'd try a different hairstyle too. I consider this should length. If you don't though I can go in and change it later.
I like the expression. Looks like she's thinking "Great, this shit again.".
It's been brought up, but a small bit of voter fraud isn't going to have a huge effect on the results, unless done in a very obvious way. Because, as you can see:
A - 59
B - 19
1 - 47
2 - 29
An extra 2-3 votes wasn't about to sway the results of this round by much at all.
Oh, and fair warning everyone, things might be slow for an update or two, as I like to give my characters a breather and let them contemplate things. I know some of you like there to be action, action, and more action each update, but the next couple will probably be like how they were when Vera was under the bridge again.
My DeaviantArt is where most of the votes come from. I also have my tumblr page. I also have a private site I post this too as well.
The choice was not fixed. I threw a die (I throw lots of dice for the story, but they're usually for battle).
I like the ENF pose better. It's a classic for a reason. The hair is a bit short, but that is never a big deal. Melody has her hair to shoulder length, and it keeps growing as the story goes on and until the voters decide to cut it off (yeah, that's a choice whenever you want).
Laurie is next. She takes the bet. She gets the neutral result, yellow. For it she’s handed over something different than the gown. It is a cloak, a dark one. She immediately puts it on to cover herself. The cloak seems to fit her fine, and it seems to come with a hood, that Laurie decides to not use at that moment. It’s short just like the gown, showing off most of her legs, but at least the damn thing is not transparent.
I am convinced, taking the bet just has one third chance of disaster, and that third of a chance isn’t even that much worse than just going out there with the gown. Two other girls are in between Laurie and me. One doesn’t take the bet and walks out just a blue transparent thing that in this well-lit room does nothing to hide parts of her body that should remain hidden. The other gets the major prize while taking the challenge and gets a pair of jeans and shirt with underwear and shoes included. Will I have that much luck?? I hope so.
My turn. I step forward. I’m not covering myself because nobody else is, and thus I assume I’m not supposed to. A young woman walks to me and offers me the nightgown. I politely refuse with a hand gesture. This means that I want to try my luck. I walk to a side of the stage with a small roulette on it, and spin it. Red, blue or yellow; it will decide what I’ll wear for the night, since I doubt there’s any clothing store open at this hour.
It spins and spins, finally stopping. Red. Not red of all things! The girl with my nightgown gives me a condescending smile and just hands me over a piece of paper and points me to the exit as she approaches the next contestant in line. I make my way to it, still naked. I don’t even have my backpack with me, I gave it to Aria before the match.
The exit is just some door at the end of an aisle; it looks like the place a bad restaurant would use to get the thrash out. I can see a few girls making their way into the city with different types of clothing. Some are lucky enough to have actual pants on, while a few are in their transparent nightgowns, not much better off than I and a few others who had to go out completely undressed save out trainer belts.
I waited near the exit for a while. I have nowhere to go, much less without a single thing on me. I saw a lot of girls walking out; a few were lucky, a few were not. After a while, Joy finally comes out. I have been waiting for her. She’s completely dressed, when rolling the roulette she must’ve scored green. It should be the other way around! She’s the one who loves being naked.
“Oh, Melody; you’re still out here” she exclaims after seeing me cowered in shame and cold crouching on a corner. Did she expect me to just run off nude?
“I’m just waiting for Aria. She was in the dressing room last time I saw her” and that’s kind of what I wanted to ask her. That and for some clothes, if possible.
“I had forgotten about her! Someone should escort her out soon. This happens more often than you would think, people pooling their Pokémon to enter the club with six in total. They simply cannot let them in with the paying public, since every seat is reserved for someone, so they get to watch with the rest of the contestants... so long as they’re female. Thanks to Aria, we could have just claimed all the Pokémon we were using were hers if anything ever questioned us about it, not that such a thing has ever happened to me.”
“So should I just keep waiting for her?”
“After they check her belongings to make sure she is not carrying any extra clothing to share – or sell – to the leaving contestants, she will be out. I will wait here for her, if that is okay with you.”
“Thanks, I kind of don’t want to be left alone right now. And um, would you mind… sharing a bit? It’s really cold out here…” This time I’m telling the truth.
“What would the point of the wager we just did would be, then? No, one must stick to the agreed rules, Melody. There is no fun otherwise. If it was up to me, I would just strip! But that is no fun, I got the worst result and must live with it. Oh, how I envy you.”
That said, she still goes ahead and embraces me to share the heat. I’m not pushing her away; she’s too warm for that.
As Joy told me, Aria came out of the building soon after. She’s a bit mad because they took off her underwear. Apparently, that counts as extra clothing as well. Since Aria is wearing nothing but her sundress and Joy refuses to share any of her clothes, I’m stuck naked. I had a pair of panties in my backpack, but they took those, too. Joy insists it’s fine and that they’ll mail those back to us later.
Both Joy and I have been handed checks for different amounts of money. I don’t know about her, but the quantity written in mine is pretty absurd. It makes me understand why girls keep coming to this place to get ashamed by a bunch of perverts. They pay is pretty freaking good. After this, I’m basically set to journey around the country for quite a while.
That is, when the banks open. Gray is not such a big city, and just being half an hour to midnight, there is no open establishments anymore, so even if I had the money there is no place on where to go and buy clothes.
Not everything is bad, though. Joy is in an incredibly good mood, and tells us that after a quick stop at the Pokécenter so we can give back the Pokémon we borrowed, we can go to her house and spend the night there after celebrating a bit. In normal circumstances I would be against going to the house of a raging madwoman like her… but my lack of clothing makes me consider that option quite strongly. Where else would I spend the night?
a) Go to Joy’s house. She’s offering.
b) Between Aria and I we have enough for a room at the Inn easily. After she checks for the both of us, I just have to sneak into a room without anyone seeing me.
c) I bet there are not that many people this late at the Pokécenter. That looks like an okay place to sleep.
d) We have sleeping bags. We can just camp outside a clothing store. That will both keep us warm and cover my shame. After we wake up, Aria can go and get me something to wear.
e) Write in.
>a) Go to Joy’s house. She’s offering.
It's free, it's private, and Joy's almost kind of like a friend. Also, if she's going to call in that favor in a sexual way, it's a good place for it.
Curiosity - I noticed this superheroine character twice in this thing. Was that a character of yours or one made up by one of the stream requesters?
The second one was just in case this story ever gets to the point where Melody realizes she really likes having strangers look at her naked like most of these kinds of stories get to.
A) I can see this going bad. Considering the deal we made with her to borrow the pokemon.
The one of the left was the first time I drew her. The request was just to draw a "superhero saving a naked damsel." After that, some of the stream watchers dubbed her "Lavender Girl." The second there was just someone wanting me to draw her again, beating some crooks. You actually missed a third version of her that's on that sheet, around the middle at the top.
I'm not personally really into superheroes and such for my ecchi, so I don't know if I'll be drawing her more by choice. That said, stream requesters will probably ask to see her doodled again some day~
No scheduled time. I do them when I draw, and I try to draw at least once every other day. I do announce them typically when they start up.
Just realized I need to clarify what I mean by "happen there": I mean that they may think something will happen in A... (though it's also possible something could happen in C, that would be a bit... dark... and maybe not /e/ territory, which would exclude it altogether)
Melody has several attributes that decide how she reacts to her own nudity and the ones of others. The situation you're describing might come true one day, since she's becoming less and less prude.
Joy is an adult. In the eyes of everyone, including the law, there is no denying that. Still, you would think she is far too young to be a homeowner; and you would be wrong. Joy’s house is two stories tall, it has a nice front yard, and the interior’s decoration is not too shabby. To top it all off, the location is superb. The home, plainly said, is better than my mom’s – not that she’d ever invest the fortune dad sends every now and then in anything but her own wardrobe or something else stupid and selfish.
Both Aria and I are more than moderately impressed. Looking at the paycheck I got from just going once to the tournament while she has been going for half a year, paired up with knowing how well being a Pokémon nurse is paid and respected, and also taking into consideration the power and wealth of the family of the Joys; I suppose this is more or less expected.
I decided to take her invitation on, since there was no point in spending money – the sum printed on my check seems too good to be true, it makes me think it could be fake and I was just played – and staying anywhere but in the privacy of a room when I’m naked doesn’t seem like a good idea.
We got here very fast. Joy was so excited she became a rather reckless driver; so during our drive here I had two things to be worried about, that people around the city would notice the girl sitting in the back of a speeding scooter was not wearing any clothes, and of course that we could crash. Oh, by the way; Joy doesn’t wear a helmet. I didn’t ask her why, but if I had to guess I bet it has to do something with her hairdo.
Aria followed as fast as she could, and we were about to lose her more than once. I was too scared screaming my lungs out –that didn’t do me any favors concealing my body from the bystanders we passed – to try and warn Joy about that, although I did beg her a few times to slow down in ways I’m not proud of. Long story short we made it to Joy’s house and a few people saw my screaming butt on the way there. It’s not like enough people had seen it already. Aria could catch up to us in our stop by the Pokémon Center, from where Joy’s house was close.
“Do you live here all by yourself?” I ask in awe when we’re invited inside. The place seems to have everything in order; I can see a kitchen and dining room.
“Sadly, yes” answers Joy as she steps into her own kitchen and opens the fridge. “I have been looking for a boyfriend for some time now, I will have you know.”
“Do you mind if I step into your bathroom?” Asks Aria.
“By all means. It is that door to your right.”
Aria rushes to the room pointed to her, while Joy grabs some bottled water and takes a drink. I expected her to grab a beer instead for some reason. I’m still marveled at the sight of the inside of the house. Maybe being a nurse instead of a doctor is not such a bad idea…
“Do you have any clothes I could borrow on the meantime?” I venture to ask her.
“Whatever for? If you get too cold, you are welcome to adjust the thermostat.”
“It’s not that. I mean. I’m the only one nude around her and if feels sort of…” I try to find the word, but I can’t.
“Do you feel out of place? I can undress if it makes you feel any better. Just say the word.”
“N-no, that’s fine!”
“It’s just that my clothes are not your size, Melody. I do not want you to get the wrong idea, I am not miserly” as she’s saying that Aria steps out of the bathroom. “So, shall we head upstairs? I have a few movies for such a happy occasion.”
The house isn’t any less nice upstairs. I can see four rooms, why would she even need that many? Joy leads us to her room; it’s freaking giant. She has a queen sized bed, a TV, a dresser, a closet, a huge vanity mirror, a door to a room I assume is another bathroom, nice curtains on the windows, a beautiful rug in the ground, and even a computer. This is the girl who has everything.
Aria sits in the bed in front of the TV and I follow her example. The sheets are a dark blue, they look expensive. Joy goes to the TV and kneels to reach the DVD player on the floor; she grabs a few movie cases.
“Which one of these would you like? Let’s submit this to a vote, agreed? I want the one with Jamie Lorenzo on it.”
She hands us over four cases. Aria grabs them. Upon examining them, her face lights up.
“W-whoa! No way!” She exclaims all worked up all of sudden. “Can we really watch these movies with you??”
“Of course, Aria. I can see no reason why not.”
I take a look at the covers of the movies. In one of them there’s… a woman bent over getting… oh my Arceus. This is a porno! They all are!
“I want this one!” Decides an excited Aria, pointing euphorically to one of the cases.
“Good choice” congratulates her Joy. “Melody, it is now up to you to break the tie. Will it be Lil’ Jimmy’s Paradise or Growlithe Style 8: Adam’s Revenge?”
I’m left speechless.
a) I’m out of here. You can watch this stuff if you must, but I’m staying downstairs!
b) I suppose I can stay and watch… don’t know when I’ll have the chance to watch one of these again.
c) You know what? I’m going to watch this and I’m going to have fun doing it. Yes, that does mean that I might… err… I mean, it’s been so long since I last… um, and I mean, Aria seems okay with all of this, so it’s fine, right?
d) Write in.
And who am I backing up?
1) Pick up Aria’s movie (Growlithe Style 8: Adam’s Revenge).
2) Pick up Joy’s movie (Lil’ Jimmy’s Paradise).
3) Pick up a third option, that one with the guy with the six-pack and the huge… thing.
4) Refuse to take a vote.
5) Write in.
If I was interested in actual porn I'd be in /h/.
And... 5. Tell them to settle it in rock paper scissors or something.
Doesn't really change my vote, to be honest. I'm ready to get all this over and behind us and get to training our real Pokemon and challenge the gym already.
>b) I suppose I can stay and watch… don’t know when I’ll have the chance to watch one of these again.
>1) Pick up Aria’s movie (Growlithe Style 8: Adam’s Revenge).
Yeah, like we're gonna side with Joy over Aria. Not fucking happening.
>get to training our real Pokemon and challenge the gym already.
I'd like this too, but this is the kind of leisurely interlude that's entirely worth our time in my opinion. Chilling with friends (Joy is basically a friend now) is the kind of enjoyable comf that benefits the story's tone, much moreso than the little sidequests we've been indulging in.
No, I'd want to detox or I wouldn't be able to sleep and would just lie in bed fretting. Watching a movie is a good way to do that. Watching porn with two other people, maybe a bit more questionable. But the basic premise is sound.
I've been searching around and haven't found much so I figure I'd ask you guys. I really enjoyed Naked order & what I could understand from Go! Exhib but there aren't enough enf games where you play the girl and deal with the situation. Does anyone know of any others?
C5) Horifaku, the eastern cult film with a white version of Muk called Kum and a number of vulnerable ladies. It's known for being a bit fucked up, but it's rare and Joy's got it so let's take this chance.
So, I had an idea while at work. It's not replacing my original vote, since it's probably too late for that, unless of course a bunch of people decide to go with it.
B5) Melody picks up a movie at random, and joins them in watching it. All is well, at the beginning, but then the "actress" shows up, and she looks very familiar...
Melody then walks downstairs in a state of shock. Not that anyone would blame her after seeing her mom in porn.
Wow you made an even bigger buzzkill. Is women enjoying themselves that awful?
I just thought it would be funny. No need to get all bent out of shape.
Watching your own mother in porn is a horrible fate to wish on anyone. When did you become so cruel with Melody? Not that I mind, but it just doesn't fit. Sasha met Dust on her teen years and basically tied him down with pregnancy. She's a young mom, at 32; and while she's many awful things, she's not unfaithful. Her story is not set in stone yet, but drastically changing it just so Melody doesn't watch porn seems a tad extreme.
Also, too many people actually seem to want this to happen.
I know for a fact Aria is staying to watch the thing. She was about to risk herself drowning to see a man’s body back in the public baths… so when it’s presented to her in HDTV, there’s nothing I can do to stop her.
I’m curious as well, I’m only human – although arguably the things I spawned from are not – but I’m still not so sure about this. This is porn! It’s dirty, and wrong. People doing unspeakable things in front of a camera for money… kind of what I just did in the Gentleman’s Battle Club, but a hundred times worse.
“Have you made up your mind?” Asks me Joy, still urging me to choose a video.
“Uh… the one Aria said” I answer automatically and without thinking, distracted. I was still trying to decide about whether I should do this or not. I really don’t care which video they watch.
“Yay!” Exclaims Aria. What does she care the one she watches? She hasn’t seen any of them anyway, and they’re all the same. I think.
“Fair enough. You are my guests, after all”.
Joy doesn’t seem disappointed I didn’t pick her video, and just grabs the case of the porn Aria wanted to watch, takes the disc out and puts it into the DVD player. Are we really doing this? I want to get out. No, I don’t… I think I SHOULD get out, as the right thing to do about something this vulgar, but the plain truth is that I want to watch it. Maybe just a little bit. I can always walk out if I don’t like it, right?
“Help yourselves to anything in the drawer” casually mentions Joy as she points to a nightstand next to her bed. “I will have the TV ready in a moment; I just have to set it up.”
Aria, who seems really on board with all of these, quickly stands up from the bed and goes straight to it, opening the drawer Joy signaled.
“What in the world are these??” She asks, recoiling her hands from the nightstand.
I take a peek, they’re… toys. I knew they existed, but just about that, I had never actually seen one in a picture, much less in front of my eyes. They’re plastic and rubber phallic objects. The porn movie was barely within my area of tolerance for the perverse. This just freaking breaks it.
“Don’t worry. They’re clean” Joy says like that was the problem.
Aria closes the drawer and gives me a troubled look. I don’t think either of us wants to lose our virginity to a plastic object.
“We’re fine, thank you” and for the first time Aria disapproves of something ever since Joy mentioned there was porn involved.
“I know what you mean. They don’t do it for me any longer, either” everything that comes out of Joy’s mouth just keeps alarming me further. “There we go! Subtitles off, now we will not miss any of the action.”
Joy steps back and takes a sit at the floor, next to the bed. I realize that from my position I’m probably in Aria’s way, so I move a bit. The movie begins. We stop talking and our attention is centered in Joy’s TV.
It starts really dumb, just looking like an awful movie with very bad acting and no plot, but that was just the first three minutes. For no reason at all, the lead actor and actress decide that the logical continuation to their previous chat is to… I can’t look!
It takes a bit of effort to convince myself to turn my head back to the screen and open my eyes all the way. So… this is the first time I ever saw what actual human reproduction looked like. It’s a bit disgusting, to tell the truth, but I would be lying if I said I don’t feel anything looking at it. Disgusting or not, there’s a tingling that I’m having a hard time ignoring.
The plot moves on, and we’re shown a second couple, then a third. At some point Joy simply undid her jeans and shamelessly started using her left hand for lascivious purposes, all without losing at any point her smile, or stopping looking at the flashing screen.
It’s easy to tell Aria wants to follow Joy’s steps, but she just can’t manage the courage to do it. Her hands are uneasy, she doesn’t know what to do with them, pinching parts of the bed and sometimes moving ever so slowly towards her sensitive areas, to stop just a mere inches away and just sigh and order her hands away. Her legs are rubbing together, and her expression is switching all the time as she watches the movie. She hasn’t even noticed that I’ve been observing her about as much as I’ve been watching the porn.
I’m not a statue; of course my body reacts as well. I can control myself better than Aria can, but the tingling did get stronger. I’m salivating a lot and my breath feels a little heavy. I’m sweaty, feeling a bit too warm for comfort. I’m naked, so there are no panties to absorb the fluids that come out of me. Yes, I’m pretty sure I’m leaving a mark on Joy’s bed, but there is little point in moving now; by the time I noticed that it was already too late. She probably won’t mind.
How long does this thing last, anyway?
a) Walk out. I need to cool myself off.
b) Tease Aria.
c) Do as Joy, temptation is too hard and I’m tired of trying to hold it in.
d) Write in.
So, Aria, Melody, and Joy are in a bed together. Aria and Joy are fully clothed while Melody is still naked... Did she not even think to ask for a nightshirt and some underwear to borrow for the night?
Also, my vote is A.
Joy is sitting in the floor, closest to the TV, Aria is by the farthest end of the bed, near the drawer, while Melody is in the opposite corner of the same bed.
This is way too stimulating. If I stay any longer I can’t be held responsible of what I might do. Once the initial shock was past, and after you forgive the simplistic plot and downright dumb dialogue, it’s easy to get lost on this. I have to get out, now.
“Joy” I break the silence that has lasted for the last fifteen minutes or so, “do you mind if I get something from your kitchen? I’m really thirsty.”
“Sure, grab anything you want from the fridge” she offers without either looking away from the screen, stopping whatever her left hand is doing beneath her jeans, or having her voice shake or be altered in any way.
“G-grab me something, will you? Anything will do” asks me Aria. I nod her way, knowing full well that I’m not going back into this room until they’re done.
I stand from the bed and check the damage. There is a little bit of liquid evidence of where I was sitting. There’s nothing I can do about it, so I just ignore it and get out of the room, the door was open, and I leave it that way.
Downstairs, I raid the fridge and find some soda. Since I doubt Joy minds, I grab something to eat as well. Meanwhile, I can hear the moaning and lewd sounds from the porn upstairs, I didn’t notice it was so loud when I was in the room, can the neighbors hear us? Whatever, they’re not MY neighbors, and they should be used to Joy by now.
The porn was interesting; there is no use in denying it. It got me excited, aroused, and it nearly made me do something that to date I have only done in private. Given the chance would I watch one again? Probably, but not in a similar situation. It’s too awkward to have Joy over there pleasing herself without minding anyone, and a really flustered and nervous Aria.
Once I think the porn can’t last much longer, I grab some apple juice – Aria loves the stuff - from the fridge and make my way upstairs as slowly as humanly possible. The moaning and dumb music stop and I take it as a sign that it’s over. I enter Joy’s room.
“Aria, good news. I found some apple…” I nearly drop the juice to the floor as my grip weakens in surprise.
These two have been busy when I was downstairs. Joy is bottomless, her panties are around her ankles and right now she’s using one of the… things in her drawer. Her eyes are closed and she’s not minding me. She’s breathing heavily as she seems occupied in playing with her body.
Aria’s situation is not much less compromising. She took off her sundress. Was she holding off because o fme? Both her hands seemed busy around her crotch, but as soon as I entered the room she stopped whatever she was doing and yelped.
“Oh, Melody” she greets me, as if she had forgotten I existed and just went to the kitchen. “You’re back. Uh… leave the juice over there, I’ll grab it later.”
I hurry to obey, since I don’t want to touch her hands right now, just leaving the juice close to her and then walking backwards to the entrance door again. Should I leave? I think so.
“You just missed the best part” complains Aria. “Joy, rewind it. Show her I told you I liked.”
“G-give me a minute”.
Joy doesn’t seem like she wants to be disturbed. She’s on her knees, jumping up and down and using both her hands and a green, transparent piece of an indeterminate material to stimulate herself.
“That’s okay, really” I intervene before Aria gets any more ideas. “I’ve already had my fill”. I try to hide the fact that all of this is getting out of control and it’s freaking me out big time.
Without warning, Joy lets out a loud moan and her movements speed up for a few seconds, to then slow down and finally stop.
“I love that movie” she announces in a trembling voice as if what she had just done was just something you could casually do in the presence of others.
“I’m going to sleep downstairs in the living room right now, if that’s okay with you” I hurry to say to Joy.
“W-what?” She says, still a little out of sorts. “But you haven’t even taken a shower. Oh, and Aria wanted to ask you something.”
“N-no, I didn’t. Don’t listen to her, Melody.”
“If you don’t tell her I will” threatens Joy standing up and yawning. She walks to a door and opens it, revealing what I already suspected to be a bathroom. “I’m going in first.”
Joy closes the door behind her.
a) Ask Aria what she wanted to tell me.
b) Ask Aria to forget what she wanted to tell me, I have a feeling I don’t want to know.
c) Disregard everything. Go downstairs and get to sleep. I’m beat.
d) Write in.
A quick sketch before I go to sleep.
D) Tell her it's okay if she wants to wait to tell me whatever she has to tell me. Then wait for Joy to get out of the bathroom to take a shower.
Pretty much what >>1850972 said, only there are about four sites the author pools votes from.
Your best bet is pretty much the "Exposure" tag, which is 露出: http://www.pixiv.net/search.php?s_mode=s_tag_full&word=%E9%9C%B2%E5%87%BA
This is the closest I've personally found to a "Wardrobe Malfunction" tag on Pixiv, ポロリ: http://www.pixiv.net/search.php?s_mode=s_tag_full&word=%E3%83%9D%E3%83%AD%E3%83%AA
Fun fact: You've only met two fully homosexual characters as of now. One you didn't interact with, it was only mentioned; the other was male.
“You don’t really want to know about it, seriously” hurries to say Aria as soon as Joy is out of the room.
“So? It’s not like I have a choice but finding out anyways. If you don’t tell me, Joy will. I’ll rather hear it from you” Joy is not a liar, but she does have the gift to say everything so plainly true that it just becomes bad news.
“It’s just really stupid, okay? Just say Joy that I told you and that you convinced me not to.”
Damn it, now I have to know. Aria can see it in my eyes. She sights and gives up.
“Promise you won’t get mad” she begs.
“You know very well that’s not something I can do” she knows that’s not how it works.
If she can’t help her lust, then I can’t help my anger. She’s sitting in the bed, naked; avoiding eye-contact.
“Um, can you at least promise you won’t hate me?”
“Aria! How can you even think that?” I start saying, a bit moved. “Wait! What did you talk with Joy??” And now I’m mad.
“It was the heat of the moment! I was just… really into the movie and said things I didn’t really mean. Okay, maybe I meant them, but not the way they came out.”
“Stop dragging it out! Just tell me what happened!”
“And you promise you won’t hate me?”
“Yes! Sure! Whatever! Will you tell me already, or do I have to go ask Joy??” I yell as my patience runs out.
“Now you hate me…”
“I’m starting to!”
I walk past her and towards the bathroom. I have to find out now, right now. Aria makes a hand motion wanting to stop me, but I ignore her. It doesn’t surprise me the door isn’t locked. Joy’s private bathroom is really nice; white all over, spacious. She’s showering right now, minding her own business passing a bar of soap over her body as I barge in. The shower curtains are completely transparent plastic, so we can see each other.
“Aria won’t tell me!” I cry as a child would while telling her sister won’t lend her a doll.
“She wants me to make you her lesbian lover with the favor you owe me. Close the door, please. My room will get damp.”
It takes me a while to actually process what I have just been told.
“It isn’t like that, Melody!” Aria uttered behind me, panicking.
“The door, Melody” Insists Joy. “The hot water makes water vapor, vapor escapes into my room, the room gets damp. Please.”
I slam it close. I can hear a “thank you” from the other side, Joy’s voice muffled by the door that is now between us and the sound of the shower.
“EXPLANATION, NOW!!” I chant like a drill sergeant would, looking directly at Aria, who flinches.
“Calm down! It wasn’t like that. You know Joy, and how she perceives things!” Aria tries to reason with me. “You shouldn’t have asked her…”
“Then why did you make me go ask her instead of telling me yourself!” Everything is her fault in my eyes.
“Because I knew you would get mad! Could you just take a sit over there so I can tell you exactly what happened?”
a) No! Melody smash!
b) I don’t want to hear anything else about the matter. Tell Aria to make her pretend that her conversation with Joy ever happened and abstain from making deals in the future. Then go to sleep.
c) Listen to her side of the story.
d) Steal Aria’s sundress and get away from this madhouse. It’s one perverted thing after the other. I’m out.
e) Write in.
E) Tell Joy to open a damn window when she uses her shower so the vapor goes outside instead of to her room.
...Then listen to Aira's side of the story I guess.
Gotta keep our priorities in place.
On another note, I was gonna buy and upload this here when it got added to the English DLSite, but it's already been translated: http://g.e-hentai.org/g/854109/9eedc69232/
By my count it was 29 Bs to 35 As. I didn't actually count when I made that post, though, so I couldn't say if the gap was wider or tighter at that time.
It doesn't exist yet, the dude JUST released this one last week.
The digital version was released last week. Didn't realize there was such a huge time difference between the physical and digital releases.
Still, author hasn't made the sequel yet.
The first Yandere suggestion ever. We can sway the story in any way you want it to, but enough people have to agree with you first.
I don’t say anything. I feel than if I speak another word I’ll just keep going and I won’t stop. I do as Aria says, just go and sit on the bed. I give her a penetrating glare, meaning to say that whatever she wants to explain, it better be good.
“This… will be awkward to talk about” Aria starts, “but I guess there’s no helping it. Just listen until the end and if you’re still mad… I’ll understand.”
Aria tells me the story. After I left things continued pretty much the way I had left them for a little while. But there were just so many erotic scenes Aria could watch without doing anything about it, and since it seemed Joy wasn’t paying any attention to her, and was not the judgmental type to begin with; Aria went ahead and starting using her hands to relieve some tension.
One thing leads to another and once Joy began undressing, Aria followed. Before, Aria was just caressing sensible parts of her body in a tender, shy fashion; but once she saw Joy do more extreme stuff, and the porn itself reached its peak what Aria was doing turned into full-blown masturbation.
Of course, Aria is having a hard time talking about all this, and I can tell. She’s trying really hard to describe the situation the best she can, as it that would calm me down. It works, in a way. While the details on her dirty business don’t do the trick for me, the fact that she’s flustered to share the details but still doing it out of some misguided sense of duty to remain truthful is sort of commendable.
Anyways, the action managed to arouse Aria to a degree she had never experienced before. It’s no secret she has masturbated some other times during her life; but this was the first time she was both in the presence of someone else, was watching porn… and had recently seen me naked all at the same time.
Though it pains her to admit it, she was rather vocal about it. Even the immutable and always calm Joy managed to get surprised when Aria called MY NAME as she climaxed. Joy nearly paused the porn right there to ask her what the hell was all that about, but Aria instead signaled her to turn up the volume a little higher.
In the end Joy got inside Aria’s head using distasteful comments and threatening to tell me the version of the facts she deduced. Aria didn’t want that, but opening up to Joy wasn’t something exactly desirable, either. Joy turned the situation around by making her an offer Aria couldn’t refuse.
I owe Joy for lending me some Pokémon back at the club. I don’t deny that. Not only did it save me a much harder interview by not making me get eliminated on the first fight and giving me the opportunity to watch other girl’s interviews so I could know what I was about to face; but it’s also probably a big factor in the paycheck on my backpack. Joy wanted to use that favor to make me… do something with Aria. In exchange, of course; Aria would then owe Joy. Joy gets her sick kicks out of making me miserable and then still gets a favor out of it.
Upon reaching that part of the story, I was getting progressively angrier at the both of them, but I promised I would listen until the end and I am glad I did. Aria didn’t just want to abuse me; her actions had some odd altruism to it. The thing Joy was to ask of me was to go back to the Gentleman’s Battle Club and fight again, but now I don’t have to; since Aria takes my place once the deal is done.
Also, surprisingly; Aria wanted something relatively simple from me when she talked to Joy about it. To be honest at the beginning I thought about very extreme and perverted stuff; sex, basically. Nothing of the sort. Aria just wants me to call her my girlfriend. That’s it. No strings attached; no need to do anything weird, just a name.
It does sound pretty odd, and maybe even wrong; but in the end it doesn’t take anything away from me. It’s not like I’m seeing anyone, or have plans to. That said, she kind of wanted an official thing. Basically, if any boy asks me out; I have to literally say “Sorry, I have a girlfriend”. And when we move to another town, if anyone asks me about Aria, I also would have to say “Oh, that’s Aria; my girlfriend”.
She just wants the name, but the name itself is a very big deal once you think about it.
Bottom line is, I’m not mad at her anymore after listening to her version of the story. It also makes sense on how Joy would interpret Aria’s desires and translate it to what I heard in the bathroom. I don’t think Joy thinks anything about having a couple other than fucking, after all. It’s just how she is.
What do I answer to all of this, though? It’s very alarming that Joy wants me to go to that den of perversion all over again, and rejecting it is kind of hard since we depend on her so much. Even without her offering us her home, until we’ve dealt with Bstone we’ll need her services as a Pokémon nurse a lot.
a) Sure, let’s accept her deal. No biggie, just a stupid name. She assures me I don’t have to kiss her or anything.
b) Don’t accept the deal. If I do, sometime in the future I would have to that my first couple experience ever was with another girl. Not happening.
c) Convince Joy one way or another to change the way she wants me to pay my debt to her. It’s unfair that she forced me to go there to then charge me for a favor, and she might keep this on a vicious cycle.
d) Write in.
Melody doesn't have to go with Aria if you don't want her to. Aria will get sad, though.
Does it cause confusion the name I use?
Since the story is told from a first person perspective, it fits to use the name while posting the story, but I ended up using it as well to respond to other posts so I can identify myself as the one writing the Pokémon CYOA.
I'm not roleplaying; I'm the narrator.
“Yeah… I guess you can accept the deal if you want” I tell her.
“R-really?? Is it okay?”
Aria’s eyes light up with happiness. Telling her “no, nevermind” right now would feel like telling a little kid they’re not getting any birthday presents this year.
“I… guess?” Now I don’t have to go to the battle club anymore, and she gets what she wants. Win-win, right?
Aria pounces to hug me, laughing and cheering. She falls over me, which isn’t that much of a problem, but her arms are crushing me. She behaves so tamely around me that it’s easy to forget how strong she is. Also, we’re both naked, which is kind of awkward right this moment.
“Aria… can’t… breathe…”
“Oh, sorry. EEEEEEEEEEEEK! I’M SO HAPPY! So, you’re my girlfriend, right?”
“Apparently… so…” I answer catching my breath. What does that really mean, though?
“I take it everything went well?” Ask our pink-haired hostess.
Joy comes out of the bathroom. She’s using a towel to dry her hair. She looks a bit odd with her hairdo undone, but not in a bad way. That’s the only towel she’s using, so the three of us are nude on the same room. Joy has both a pretty face and an amazing body. Am I the most plain-looking in this home? N-no, of course not, just the one with the smallest breasts. I still beat them in face features and the cuteness factor, I’d bet. Small is cute.
“She accepted!” chants Aria, excited.
She lifts her body to talk to Joy, which is a bad thing. Right now, I’m lying on the bed face-up. Aria is over me, haunched over; as if riding a horse. This means her bare crotch is in contact with my abdomen, and that is not a sensation I welcome.
Instead of making her notice that embarrassing detail, I simply move around to make Aria understand I want to get up. She gets out of the way and lets me.
“Good for your” congratulates us Joy. “You both should have told me about your sexual orientation earlier. I have some lesbian porn as well. Personally, I am not into that; but it is fun to watch every now and then when you get bored of the usual stuff.”
“You mean, two girls?” Responds Aria, intrigued. “H-how does that even… work? How do they do it?”
“Joy, I beg of you; don’t get any more ideas inside her little head.”
I get a giggle in response. Is she aware of the full situation and feigning ignorance to mess with me; or is she just giving reality her own perverted interpretation? Either seems likely.
Joy has a guest room upstairs. The bed is not as big as the one in her room, but it’s still good for two to fit comfortably. It has a TV and a few drawers to place our belongings in. Joy formally invited us both to stay in her home as long as we want. She hands over to Aria a copy of the house’s front door keys. I take it away from her.
Aria protests at first, but she’s in such a good mood that she lets me have my way. She goes downstairs and gets both our backpacks. She empties them and puts everything inside them in dressers and drawers in our new room. We have a few pieces of furniture to spare, after all.
I could tell you until I’m blue on the face about what is wrong with Gray City’s Joy, but the girl is generous to a fault, you have to give her that. I guess she’s not so bad… strange fetishes and all.
After showering – not in the one in Joy’s bedroom, there is YET ANOTHER one upstairs – we go to bed. In the middle of the night Joy bothers us yet again by knocking on the door and trying to give me a lesbian porn magazine– why does she even have those is beyond me –, since I blatantly rejected the movie. Aria tries to accept it “I’m just curious about how they do it!” She claims, but I dismiss both of them. When Aria presses the matter, I throw her out of the room and tell her to try it on Joy. Joy seems… willing to give it a shot – big surprise –, but Aria doesn’t, and leaves the matter alone once and for all, so we can get some freaking sleep.
Resting is not something that can happen in this house. We arrived yesterday pretty damn late, and we fooled around with the porno for a while longer, and afterwards Joy woke me up with her lesbian nonsense… and now it’s just 6 AM and Joy thinks that’s a good hour to wake up and start making enough noise to wake up the dead.
I hear her wake up, I hear her shower – she sings ‘Hey, Joy’, from ‘The Heracrosses’ really well – and then hear her dressing up to go downstairs. When I thought I was finally falling asleep again, I hear a lot of movement coming from the kitchen, as I hear plates and frying pans fly around like crazy. That actually ends up waking up Aria, who until then could have been declared legally dead.
We dress up – well, Aria does – and go see what the ruckus is all about. As I already expected, Joy was cooking. It seems scrambled eggs.
“Breakfast is ready!” Joy announces. “Oh, and your clothes are in the mail. The ones the club took from both of you.”
That solves one problem. Now I’m glad I took that bug catcher outfit from that girl back at Green Forest.
What should we go today?
a) Could we go to the Pokémon Center? If Joy manages to find me a job there I’m set for life.
b) Ralts got a lot stronger, but the rest of the team is lacking. Some training is overdue.
c) I should cash in my check first, and then decide what to do when I have all that money in my hands.
d) Stay at home and be disgusting and lazy. I don’t even need clothes for that.
e) I have some money left, and my trainer uniform is dirt cheap. I should buy something else than the bug catcher outfit before going on with my day.
f) Write in.
F) Let Ratata out of his ball, apologize for ripping his fur out, and offer him the chance to do the same to you as an apology. You can always get a haircut to help fix whatever damage he does to your hair, but it's harder to mend damaged trust in a friendship. Even if it is a friendship with a pokemon.
>Does it cause confusion the name I use?
No, it's more of that I (1851617) can't really be sure if I should be writing in the perspective of someone advising Melody, Melody herself, or some sort of gestalt entity :)
Yeah, I'm the one who originally had the idea as a joke to use pokemon fur on her body. I never expected it to turn into Melody ripping the fur from poor Ratata's body.
My first playthrough of Red when I was a kid I had a Raticate as my most OP pokemon. I would never want to hurt a poor ratata it would make my nostalgia hurt.
So yeah, most places had a primarily heavier A vote. DA only had a difference of like 8, which is pretty close honestly for them.
I saw someone ask why they would vote for something I can't show... well I post on more than one site, so I can always just point them in the direction of uncensored versions.
I also saw mention of risk of a 'bad end'. Don't worry, I'm not into bad ends. Though certain paths may be more embarrassing or risky than others, Vera won't 'suffer' in this adventure in anyway. I try to keep things mostly positive~
Masturbation scenes in ENF are always a giant buzzkill for me.
"Let's just completely forget that we're in complete danger of humiliation/arrest/whatever, and masturbate in the middle of nowhere because I am SO HORNY for no real reason."
It's even worse when she's caught in this situation.
>c) I should cash in my check first, and then decide what to do when I have all that money in my hands.
We know what happens to bitches who walk around with large amounts of cash. Let's not have that happen again.
Well, I actually do believe you, after seeing that you do indeed have stuff in your gallery (there'd be nothing there if the account was made just for votes). Just curious, why explicitly identify yourself as being from 4chan in your username?
I initially was just going to use it as a lurker name and favorite stuff, and later decided to try my hand at writing.
Trying out new things in my drawing program. Let me know what you guys think.
Sorry, I know it isn't fun sometimes for content you're not super into shows up. Sort of just one reason why I draw, to make it so content does exist that is more up my specific alley. I like my ENF to be lacking in tears, and want to see stories that don't end in like rape or life ruining. Sadly for some of you, I very much also like the inclusion of some 'fun' for the main girl. I like the gray area, where the nudity is still embarrassing, but something in the girl subconsciously enjoys aspects of it too. It's not pure ENF and it's not pure exhibitionism.
I would have been happy with B winning too. She didn't have to sit down this instant to enjoy herself, but I was happy to give the opportunity. Obviously though I don't have control of how the votes go. I did try to include the option for things to stop where they were. Honestly, I'm a bit surprised how the votes have swayed. I figured, with it being the same choice, the numbers would either be the same as last time, or sway towards the side of B. That people who wanted a bit of touching would be content. Yet somehow, people who didn't want touching before, now want it? It's hard to say really why suddenly A has so many more votes this time.
I'd offer to go on hiatus here until the sexual stuff gets sorted, but I have at least one A vote here, so I know there is an audience for it. Those who aren't into the touching, sorry, but it is how it is, and I guess I'm not the artist you would be hoping for at times. Hopefully we have more parts coming up that you can enjoy though.
If we don't cash the check, does that mean it doesn't apply for Pokémon battle winnings? If so, don't cash it until we need it. We should train a lot first, then try the gym here, before we do anything like that.
So B I guess.
While I'm not really down with the people who are slamming it just to be hateful, a close look at that face does give me a bit of a Picasso-esque features not quite in the right place feeling. I wouldn't go so far as to say that she's melting or anything, but it is just a little unsettling to look at.
And she was never heard from again.
I'll openly admit that the face is wonky, as well as the anatomy of the entire pose. I was probably really tired last night when I drew it, but either way it is what it is. I just would rather actual criticism over dickhead remarks.
>people who are slamming it just to be hateful
They're slamming it because it looks bad. Where did this culture of never saying anything bad about anyone's work no matter what come from?
You're missing the point of what he was saying.
I'm the guy who drew the atrocity and agree it's shit. I was only sharing it to show something different I was trying, but because of how tired I was at the time of posting I didn't realize that the drawing looked like the mixture of a contortionist and the guy from "Mask."
The thing is though. Since the last thread people have been trolling my drawings just to be dicks. If it's bad, feel free to say it's bad. I'll agree with you. It doesn't mean you have to be a dick about it.
If you want to be a dick about it. That's fine too, but don't expect me to not call you out for being a dick.
> but because of how tired I was at the time of posting I didn't realize that the drawing looked like the mixture of a contortionist and the guy from "Mask."
Then perhaps next time you should wait until you are not clinically retarded before posting. Surely your fishing for pity and compliments isn't more important than getting sleep when you're so tired that your brain literally doesn't function?
I'm going to give you some advice, and I mean it 100% sincerely. Go to deviantArt and post your art there for a while. Get feedback from a wide variety of people, meet other artists who can give you advice, and practice in a less toxic environment than 4chan. Come back here in a few months and wow everyone with how much you've improved.
Until then, every time you post shit here, I will continue to call you out on posting things that you know are shit.
I'm not looking for pity or compliments. I was merely stating the fact that I have a hard time sleeping at night.
I've posted shit on DeviantArt before, and you never get responses there. Even if you say you want critiques. I'm only posting here because it's fun for me, and a couple of people here actually enjoy my drawings.
So, continue to call my drawings shit if you want. That's fine. Freedom of speech and all that. I'll just continue to call you a dickhead, and we'll be square.
>I'd offer to go on hiatus here until the sexual stuff gets sorted, but I have at least one A vote here
Even if there were no votes for A, just because we voted B doesn't mean we actively dislike A and that you shouldn't post it. It's just preference.
The problem with you deviantArt complaint is that Anew already went through that exact thing. They posted their art here, was told it was crap, went elsewhere to practice and get better, and now they're here drawing much better than before without even having to compromise their art style.
You're just not actually interested in getting better, so if something doesn't magically have instantaneous results, you claim it doesn't work.
I was going to share my oldest and newest images from my deviantArt page to prove to you I have no traffic over there, but to save my anonymity here I'm not going to. I will give you the stats though.
My oldest image that I drew with my tablet was 3 years ago. It has 200 views and 1 comment. My newest image is 6 days ago. It has 20 views, no comments, and 2 favorites.
I get no views over there even when I mark an image requesting critique. At least here people see it, and can tell me what they think is wrong with my drawings, and I can have fun with the story that's being told.
You seem to be so stuck up your own ass that my drawings aren't perfect so you have to talk shit to me.
Feel free, as I said before. I will continue to call you a dickhead.
Know that every time you try to troll me I'll be happy because Dickhead Senpai notice me.
Alright alright children please. How about we all just calm down and stop bitching about how you hate someone's art because they don't have the style you prefer. How about we all just shut up and play the Pokemon game and have fun.
>You seem to be so stuck up your own ass that my drawings aren't perfect so you have to talk shit to me.
And you seem to be so stuck your own ass about your drawings that you have to make up excuses every time somebody points out a flaw in them, as though you're trying to convince people that the flaws are somehow not your fault whatsoever and that your images would be great if you didn't always have this conga line of setbacks that happen to make your art look like shit.
Well a few of the B voters have expressed really not liking the A option, but thanks :3
When I get some stuff done I'll post it here. It may seem I'm updating on DA more often only because I've been uploading individual images from that huge doodle sheet I did. Outside of my Vera story, I really just haven't finished anything lately. I've got three more quality projects in the works though, so I will have more things to post in the near future.
I don't post as anon anymore. I post under my name when I do, and it's only in this thread. I make sure to at least bring a picture though when I do post these non update posts at least (stuff not made by me of course).
On the subject of posting on DA, I don't know how much that helped me? I didn't really ever receive critique. I did though gain a set of loyal fans there. Not sure what drove my want to get better more, DA's support, the desire to be good enough to post here again, or just my general want to be better. Perhaps bits of each.
When did I make excuses for my drawings? I'll be the first person to call them shit. If you're talking about the thumb thing from a couple weeks ago. that was a conscious decision I made to not draw her thumb, and I was explaining why.
Did you completely forget where I said this?
>I'm the guy who drew the atrocity and agree it's shit.
>I didn't realize that the drawing looked like the mixture of a contortionist and the guy from "Mask."
How is that me defending my mistakes? It looks to me like I'm calling myself out as much as you are, but not having to wave my dick around while doing it.
Also, just so you know. You're not upsetting me at all. I'm actually finding it amusing that my drawings elicit such a reaction out of you.
No, if you want it to feel like election season in the US. There would have to be constant commercials saying why A and B are both the right choice and the spawn of satan. Followed by people voting in their own districts hoping that they're vote wins the district so that the one vote the entire district gets goes toward either A or B. Granted there are also choices C, D, and E, but no one ever talks about them.
Changed some things up in my process again. This is on the off-chance that at some point someone with a psychic pokemon decides to hypnotize her.
Also, thought I'd share a creepy little image I noticed when cleaning up some of the colors trying to make sure they didn't bleed outside the lines.
Vera hears a sound!
A - Vera is cautious, tries to assess the situation!
B - Vera runs away before possibly being caught!
Just wanted to share this>
Game about ENF. It's in Japanese.
Do yourself a favor and use the Turbolink link only. The rest require premium account.
The game is basically about ENF, and the scenes are fairly easy to trigger, but there's some H stuff as well; and I've been reading and it seems people don't like girls masturbating, and there's a lot of that.
Too much crying about shitty art and story for this thread. How about some ENF mangacaps?
A compilation was recently posted to fapservice that I think you will all like. From a manga called "Hajipura".
I hope its not selfish of me to want more content like this in an anime enf thread. Its not some wank fantasy/ shitty art exhibition thread.
Full compilation at - http://fapservice.com/hajipuru-manga-fanservice-compilation/
Selfish? No. You could be less of an ass about it, but honestly, I don't blame you too much.
I'm the guy drawing the shitty pictures and I'll back you up. I only started drawing and posting here because there was a great lack of images and all that was being posted was stories.
Most of the stuff I'd post would've been reposts so I opted to share my own shitty drawings as a way to actually post OC, have fun, and try to get better.
I'm all for more professionally drawn images or amateurs of a much higher caliber than myself being posted.
So, don't worry. That's not a selfish request.
Your trolling is getting boring. I don't even see how you can think I made his request about me. All I was saying is that I agree with him to an extent. It's okay to have the stories and whatnot, but I think that there is far too few images being posted of a high quality.
You really need to get a hobby bud.
Not the same guy here but for fucks sake just skip replying. All this back and forth is clogging up the thread childish with drama.
just to be clear: I don't expect a reply to this
If there were a way to send him PMs instead of calling him out publicly I'd gladly do it.
You don't expect one, but you're getting one.
If someone shits on your shoes in public are you gonna just walk passed him or call him out for shitting on your shoes? I will leave for the sake of the thread though. I don't want to have it be nothing but me bitching about a stupid troll. Tales of Zestiria came out on Steam anyway. So I'll probably just take a break from the internet for a while.
The vote this time was off by just 2. Very close one this time around~
After taking about a day to reflect on the way I've handled myself in this thread. I want to apologize to people. While I was enjoying myself, I completely forgot how annoying it can be to see people showing their ass on the internet.
I'm gonna keep it short though, because I know this isn't a "blogpost" which I've apparently been accused of now too I guess?
I'm done posting my drawings here. That's something the troll had right. This isn't a drawthread. Even if they were being drawn to coincide with a story. This isn't the place for it.
I'm also going to stop trolling with the troll. So that way this thread isn't filled with two assholes throwing their shit everywhere.
I'm sorry if I was a nuisance to any of you.