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The Curse of 4chan Anonymous
Old chapters 1-9:
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>> Chapter 10 (The wrath of broadband) Anonymous
“I can't believe we bought that thing.” said Anonymous as she shut the car door behind her, “Now we both will need to have jobs just to pay for it”. Moar rushed to Anonymous'es side sliding briefly in the thick mud, “I am truly sorry Mistress. I did not realize you did not wish to be seen.” Anonymous took Moar by the had as they walked to the house, “Don't blame yourself Moar, I should have looked around before stripping. Anonymous imagined the scene that the spectators in the mall had seen, and suddenly had a pain shoot through her as her uncomfortably hidden penis attempted to stand. Anonymous stopped walking and let go of Moar's hand. She unbuttoned and lowered her jeans to her knees, letting her hardening dick spring forward. As she stood there breathing a sigh of relief, she rocked her feet back and forth, attempting to break the suction that the mud had formed as she stood. It had been raining heavily all day, so even though they had just gotten out of the car, their clothes were completely soaked and clung tightly to her body. Moar waited patiently, while Anonymous attempted to free herself from the mud. Anonymous lost her balance, and fell forward. Her shoes slipped off her feet with a wet popping sound. She rolled over onto her back laughing, with her jeans still pulled down to her knees. Moar giggled while Anonymous laughed. They glanced at each other for a moment, and started taking off their wet clingy clothes right where they were. “This isn't fair Moar, I'm sitting in the mud, and you're standing there still clean”, Anonymous said, as she finished removing her socks. Moar finished undressing, “I will fix that Mistress”, and Moar sat down in the muddy yard, holding the end of her leash in one hand so it wouldn't get tangled or lost. Moar lay on her back and moved her arms and legs up and down, as if she were making snow angels in the mud. Anonymous imitated Moar, making her own mud angel.
>> Anonymous
Moar rolled over, and continued digging the mud angel she had started. Her backside was completely coated with thick brown mud, with large globs dripping down as the heavy rain slowly washed her back. Moar rolled over and lay still as she looked in Anonymous'es direction. Anonymous wore a big smile as she watched Moar play in the mud. Anonymous rolled over and crawled over to the muddy indentation that Moar was laying in, slipping in beside Moar. The cold rain beat on them and gave them goosebumps, so the pressed themselves together. The hole they embraced in was slowly filling with water, but they didn't care. They didn't care, because while the would around them was cold and wet, they pressed themselves together and felt each other's warmth. They kissed tenderly as the sky grew dark and the night began. Anonymous'es penis was pressed between the two of them, so Moar started to slowly rub the wet muddy body up and down against Anonymous. Anonymous joined in the movements, and although their movements were very small, the slickness of the wet mud made the feeling especially strong. Their nipples slid over each other, over and over, with sensation magnified by the piercings and nipple stretchers Anonymous wore. Anonymous could feel the head of her penis as it slid slowly up and down Moar's belly, until finally she felt the end nearing. She could have backed away and prolonged things, but she did not want to let go of her embrace with Moar. She tried to constrict her muscles to prevent release, but of course that only made it arrive more strongly. Warm cum poured from Anonymouse, as her hard member twitched and convulsed. She could feel the penis pumping her contents onto Moar's belly, and could feel the gooey cum spreading between them as they slipped across each other, until finally they stopped moving and let it cement them together. They lay there in the filling puddle of water, embracing with eyes closed, in the dark starless night.
>> Anonymous
Anonymous awoke to a strange sensation. It felt as if something was sliding around the base of her penis and testicles, slowly rotating around it and slowly tightening. Still half asleep she attempted to look in that direction, but the puddle of water she and Moar were laying in was too dark to see through. Anonymous felt a chill pass through her, as she realized where she had fallen asleep. “Moar, what are you doing?”, Anonymous asked, as she turned her head in Moar's direction. She could not see Moar in the dark night, but could feel her arm and side, and realized Moar was still asleep. She paniced for a moment, then in an instant the unknown something squeezed her tightly and pulled. The pain was sudden, and combined with the surprise Anonymous could not gather her senses well enough to cray for help. Too dark and slippery, she made only empty grabs in Moar's direction, as she was dragged out of the puddle and dragged across the yard. Anonymous tried to yell, but lifted her head at the wrong moment as she was dragged beneath their parked car. “Thump”, and Anonymous fell unconscious, as she was dragged away into the dark of the rainy night. Moar awoke a few hours later, as the morning sun made a futile attempt to light the dark rainy sky. Moar was confused when she realized that Anonymous was not next to her. She stood up and started picking up the clothes in the yard. As she picked up Anonymous'es jeans, and felt the house keys in the pocket, and was felt with concern. Moar dropped the clothes and ran to the front door of the house. She grasped the doorknob, and found it locked. Realizing that Anonymous could not have gone inside, she returned to the puddle and looked around. She saw a trail in the mud shaped like Anonymous had been sliding away on her ass. The trail passed beneath the car, and disappeared into the tall grass beyond the edge of the muddy yard.
>> Anonymous
Anonymous awoke to a strange sensation. It felt as if something was sliding around the base of her penis and testicles, slowly rotating around it and slowly tightening. Still half asleep she attempted to look in that direction, but the puddle of water she and Moar were laying in was too dark to see through. Anonymous felt a chill pass through her, as she realized where she had fallen asleep. “Moar, what are you doing?”, Anonymous asked, as she turned her head in Moar's direction. She could not see Moar in the dark night, but could feel her arm and side, and realized Moar was still asleep. She panicked for a moment, then in an instant the unknown something squeezed her tightly and pulled. The pain was sudden, and combined with the surprise Anonymous could not gather her senses well enough to cray for help. Too dark and slippery, she made only empty grabs in Moar's direction, as she was dragged out of the puddle and dragged across the yard. Anonymous tried to yell, but lifted her head at the wrong moment as she was dragged beneath their parked car. “Thump”, and Anonymous fell unconscious, as she was dragged away into the dark of the rainy night. Moar awoke a few hours later, as the morning sun made a futile attempt to light the dark rainy sky. Moar was confused when she realized that Anonymous was not next to her. She stood up and started picking up the clothes in the yard. As she picked up Anonymous'es jeans, and felt the house keys in the pocket, she was filled with concern. Moar dropped the clothes and ran to the front door of the house. She grasped the doorknob, and found it locked. Realizing that Anonymous could not have gone inside, she returned to the puddle and looked around. She saw a trail in the mud shaped like Anonymous had been sliding away on her ass. The trail passed beneath the car, and disappeared into the tall grass beyond the edge of the muddy yard.
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What is this/ who is the hot dead chick?
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>>353531
I don't know, I found it on danbooru before they started requiring login. I posted it because she strongly resembles the description of Moar, except for all the hair dyeing and shaving in the fic.
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>>353489
all right, sounds like tentacles have been added to the mix..
>> Chapter 11 (The search for Anonymous) Anonymous
Anonymous woke feeling dizzy. It took a moment for her to realize she was hanging upside down. There was a pain in her legs and ankles. She looked up to see the cause, but it was hard to tell in the dim light. IT seemed as though something like vines were wrapped around her ankles, and it almost looked as if they were moving, writhing slowly in the dark. The vines faded far into the distance on both sides of her, holding her legs far open. She looked down to see how far up she was. At first she thought it was simply too dark to see it, but in the distance below her she could see some faint fire light, the source of the dim light barely reached her. Wherever she was, it was far above the ground and probably outdoors. She felt something lightly touching her inner thigh, and jerked her head up to see it. She could see a very thin vine reaching down from above her. It moved like a blind snake, as it moved around, touching lightly as if rubbed against her skin. It found the base of her penis and slowly started to descend upon it, wrapping around the base of her penis and testicles. It tightened it's grip, and seemd to draw it's self tight. She could feel it lightly tugging on her. She saw something moving in the dark. Two more thin vines crawled down the length of the first, and slowly wrapped themselves around the root of her member as the first had. Another spiraled down, and then another. As the group of vines above her grew thicker with the addition of more vines, she could feel the grip on her ankles begin to slip, as the vines holding them loosened. Anonymous was suddenly afraid of what would happen if the penis was the only thing holding her weight, so just in time she reached up and gripped the cluster of vines with her hands.
>> Anonymous
The vines on her ankles released her, as she struggled to hold up her own weight with her arms. Anonymous brought her feet together to try to grip the vines, although they contributed very little. She could feel the pressure of the vines pulling against her now tormented testicles. More vines continues to descend, passing over her hands and feet as if they were just a bump to be ignored. Some of the vines seemed to get lost on the way down, and were diverted down her arms and legs, passing her shoulders and around her back. Those that reached her belly or back wrapped themselves tightly around her waist. As the cluster of vines continued to thicken, the vines that reached her penis wrapped further and further up it, completely covering her testicles and wrapping tightly around the base of the shaft. As exhaustion overtook her and her arms and knees gave out, she was almost relieved that the vines were now supporting her weight almost entirely. She tried to wiggle within her bindings, but it only seemed to make the vines squeeze tighter. Her arms were covered up to the elbow, and one of her eyes was blocked by vines wrapping around her head. The vines circling he neck made her nervous, and she could feel vines rubbing her pussy and asshole, as if they were attempting to enter.
>> Anonymous
Her penis was completely covered now, and a single vine started to prod at the tip of it. She could feel it enter her, crawling and wriggling down the inside of her shaft. It was too big to be there, and the area was sensitive. Vines started to work their way into her nostrils, and she could feel vines wiggling their way into her vagina. The attention was frightening and arousing at the same time. Her penis hardened within it's bindings, causing her tremendous torment. The pressure seemed to stop the progress of the single vine crawling within it, although it had already gotten very deep and could be felt squirming and pulsing within her. Vines continued to wrap around her, covering both of her eyes, so she had just barley a sliver of vision left. The vines crawling up her nose hurt, and seemed to intertwine with each other in her mouth. She tried to call out, but several vines entered her mouth and stated crawling down her esophagus. She gaged painfully, but could not vomit them up, and biting them didn't work. Breathing became difficult and frustrating. She could feel them pouring into her vagina, stretching and prodding every part of her interior. Anonymous lost her focus, and a vine made it into her puckered asshole. A second followed into it, and then a third. She could just barely see thorough the last sliver of uncovered vision what appeared to be a large yellow flower petal growing closer and closer. More accurately, the bundle of vines enveloping her were ascending towards it. Vines continued to assault her ,as the last bit of her vision was obstructed.
>> Anonymous
Moar followed the trail as well as she could through the grass and thorns, until she finally neared the highway that passed the dirt road that led to their house. The trail had grown cold, but she no longer needed it, she could see the entrance. A small group of workers stood in the heavy rain, as they examined the damaged power lines and exposed cables. The uncommonly heavy rain had softened the ground, allowing a telephone pole to fall over. When the pole went, the base of the pole had dug up a bundle of buried fiber optic cables. Moar approached the gaping hole in the ground, while the workers stood silently. They were shocked to be seeing a muddy naked albino woman with a shaved head and a pet's leash clipped to her clitoris, and did nothing to stop her advance. Moar climbed into the hole, desperately looking for the soft spot she knew would be there. She ducked deeper within the ground. A worker approached the hole, “Miss, you can't go in there, the area isn't safe.”. As he looked into the hole, he was surprised to find it empty.
>> Anonymous
Moar pulled herself from the mud, and found she was underwater. She swam upward desperately seeking the surface, finally gasping for air when she reached it. She swam the short distance to shore and pulled herself onto the bank. Moar stood up and cast her gaze upward, examining the buds and blossoms in the giant trees above her. She knew Anonymous would be close to where she was now, she only needed to find a fresh one. Finally she saw one, and she began he ascent up the trunk of one of the trees. Moar moved nimbly, with the speed and dexterity of a squirrel, letting the leash dangle beneath her like some kind of limp tail. She climbed onto a branch and walked out onto it. Looking over the edge, she could see the water of the lake far below her. Finally she reached the top of the bud she had targeted on the ground, so she climbed down onto it's stem and descended towards it. Slid down to the bud and sat on it, wrapping her legs around the stem to keep from falling off. She sstarted roghing back and forth, chewing on the stem with her strong sharp perfect teeth. Small vines started to approach her from below, so she tightened herself around the stem, to prevent them from separating her from her work. The vines gradually wrapped themselves around her and the vine, one after another building upward around her. Vines wrapped around her waist one after another, with each the pressure increased, and th harder Moar had to hold onto the stem to keep from being pulled off. She continued to rock back and forth, slowly chewing through the thick stem. Vines circled her throat, squeezing and attempting to cut off her air, but she did not stop even as breathing became difficult.
>> Anonymous
Finally she had destroyed enough stem that it could no longer hold it's own weight. The bud began to fall, and the vines around Moar loosened their grip. She clung to the stem as she and the bud fell to the water below. With one large splash, the bud and Moar slipped below the murky surface. Moar could see through the blurry water that the bud had shattered upon impact with the water. Moar search frantically, and finally found Anonymous floating motionless. Moar grasped Anonymous and resurfaced, dragging Anonymous to shore. Moar could see that Anonymous was breathing, as she started pulling vines out of her nose and mouth. Anonymous coughed and gasp for air, as she slowly regained consciousness. “What happened? Where are we?” Anonymous asked, as she started removing the now limp vine that had crawled up her penis. Moar replied, “We are on the Internet, Mistress. It seems you were uploaded in the night”. “That thing with the vines, it tried to eat me”, Anonymous responded, as she started pulling vines from her vagina.
>> Anonymous
“No Mistress”, Moar replied, “things here do not eat. It was archiving you so that you could be copied and downloaded later. You should be safe now.” Anonymous stood up and looked around, as she struggled to get the vines out of her ass, “This place is weird and creepy. Can we get home?” “Not all of the Internet is like this Mistress.” Moar answered, “It's very large, and some areas are beautiful while some are dangerous. We cannot return the way we came because it has closed, so we will have to locate a different exit”. Anonymous ran her hands through her hair, then noticed something was amiss. Her hair had turned white. She held up her hand and looked at it. Anonymous held her hand next to Moar, “I'm as pale as you are Moar, what happened?” Moar took Anonymous'es hand reassuringly, “You are still healthy Mistress, but your color was lost when the plant compressed you.” Moar pointed towards some firelight in the distance, “We should start walking that way, so we can find an exit as soon as possible”.
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>>353531
It's a Ragnarok Online fanart. The little blue girl is a monster called Marionette, hence the strings that have the Huntress bound.
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You know you've been on /d/ too long when you read the whole story without batting an eye, but the part that says 'uploaded to the Internet' makes you stop for a moment.
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>>353689
too true. this story, incidently, is awesome. Though... uploaded to the net? ddoes that mean.... moar isnt real?
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Are you saying she can't be real because she's a girl on the internet?
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This story needs to be made into a motion picture. Fast.
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Anyone on /d/ know shockwave?
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PLEASE Sourse!!! i beg of you!
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I wish I knew too.
>> Chapter 12 (The download home) Anonymous
Moar handed the end of her leash to Anonymous, then turned towards the fire in the distance. Anonymous slipped her wrist through the eyelet at the end of the leash, then held Moar's hand as they both walked. “Moar, I don't get it”, Anonymous asked, “isn't the Internet supposed to made of wiring and electronics? We're here in a gloomy forest with over sized trees. I don't see any wires. I don't even see tubes.” “You are correct Mistress”, Moar replied, “The Internet is made of routers, servers, and cabling. The environment we are interacting with is a collection of data that has been organized between three distinct abstraction layers. The primitive beings that first spawned here found the area unorganized and desolate. They gradually remodeled the environment and themselves to resemble information that passed them. Each generation of these beings were born and died within a very short time period, so they created objects like these trees as ways to interact with data in a way that required very little learning in future generations. There are yet more complex functions for which they have no representation, and for those things we may see either a distorted blemish in our surroundings, or we may see nothing at all”. Anonymous scratched her head, “I understood maybe ten words of that. Okay, if somebody made these trees, why did they make them so big and scary?”. Moar answered, “When the trees were designed they were much smaller, but as the hardware they represented grew larger and more powerful, so did the trees. The same growth causes many other things to appear large as well”.
>> Anonymous
Moar and Anonymous cleared the edge of the forest and walked into a clearing. As they descended into a shallow valley, the fire in the distance disappeared below the horizon. The ground and the surroundings grew dark as they continued through the valley. Anonymous clung tightly to Moar's arm, and Moar held Anonymous tightly in return. As they made their way up the other side, the fires became visible again. It had seemed so far before, but now was nearly within stone trowing distance, but as they approached them it became apparent how small they were. Moar was unsurprised, but Anonymous thought it was very strange that someone would build such tiny torches. The torches were mounted low on the sides of a thin wooden fence that seemed to curved in both directions. Moar and Anonymous zigzagged their way through a narrow opening in the fence. Anonymous looked with curious surprise at what she saw next. Within the circular area contained within the fence was a plethora of cottages, houses, and buildings, but not even the tallest of them reached any higher than her knee. An entire village built in miniature. The girls made their way carefully down the narrow main street of the town, which appeared to have been paved in tiny pebbles, and reached a circular clearing in the middle of the village. They stood there there for a moment looking at their surroundings, until Moar called out, “Please do not be frightened. I am Moar. I need your help.” Small creeks and whispers came from the village around them, and then Anonymous saw one of the villagers, then another, and another. They were all tiny people, each almost identical to the last. In small groups they emerged from the tiny homes and buildings and made their way towards Moar and Anonymous in the center of town.
>> Anonymous
Moar and Anonymous crouched down to better see the tiny villagers. They were each naked with well tanned skin, long white hair, and bright green eyes. They were about five inches tall with slender female shapes, but as far Anonymous could tell, they had no genitalia and no breasts, just little nipples on their delicious looking little flat chests. Anonymous imagined what one might look like at a normal scale, and found the idea mildly arousing. Without realizing it, and much to her sudden embarrassment, her penis told of her arousal. As she stood crouched close to the ground, it was jutting forward at full length in front of her, reaching just beyond her legs and knees. Anonymous covered her face in embarrassment, as a score of tiny giggles came from the growing crowd of villagers. “Welcome visitors!”, a tiny voice yelled as loudly as she could, “We are the bumps! It is our wish to help you as much as we can!”. The voice was coming from one of the villagers that was standing on top of a tiny wooden crate. She was identical to all of the others, except maybe a quarter inch taller, and she wore a little top hat. Recognizing this as the most adorable thing she had ever seen, Anonymous smiled broadly. Moar replied to the bump in that hat, assuming that she must be their leader, “Thank you kind bumps. My Mistress and I are attempting to regain access to our physical forms. She is not a moar, she is what you would call a user”. The crowd erupted in tiny voices all chatting to one another, then suddenly like a wave from the middle, they all fell to their knees, bowing their heads and reaching their arms in Anonymous'es direction. “Oh my, thank you”, Anonymous reacted, “but please don't fuss over me. I'm nobody special, really”.
>> Anonymous
The bump in the hat stood silently on her crate for a moment, then put her hat over her heart as she spoke, “I, Mayor Bump, vow that we bumps will do all we can to return you to your home”. The crowed stated jumping up and down and cheering. A grouping in one area seemed to be attempting to sing some kind of hymn, while another group elsewhere was dancing and running around in circles. A few bumps wearing little blue hats emerged from the crowd and started motioning bumps to the side, to clear a path down the main street. Mayor Bump waved her arm motioning Moar and Anonymous to follow her down the path being created. Carefully they stood and followed down the narrow street to the opposite side of town. Weaving through an opening in the fence, they cleared the edge of the city and could now step with a little less concern. They were greeted with a small group of bumps. Moar and Anonymous leaned far over to hear what the bumps were saying to each other. Mayor Bump turned around and spoke, “I'd like you too meet Dr. Bump”, she gestured to a bump that was still identical to the others, with the exception of a white lab coat, “Dr. Bump claims she has already devised a way to get you home”.
>> Anonymous
I guess I'm the only one who finds this all silly.
>> Anonymous
Mayor bump sidestepped and let Dr. Bump speak, “Well, I believe we can create a converter to transcode you into your physical forms, but we will need two things. First we will need a receiver in the material world with sufficient mass to form you, and then we will need an accurate representation of the receiver here to create the link” Dr Bump motioned her hands towards a group of five bumps, standing in a formation, “Sargent Bump and her troop are leaving to acquire the materials we need to create this end of the door. They are trained experts that will return with a piece of the sauce from which all the net is formed”. Each bump in the formation was identical to the other bumps, except that they had little patches of green paint smeared in random locations on their bodies, as if they were wearing camouflage. The troupes jogged away in formation and passed over a hill out of sight. Mayor Bump approached, “We will let you rest until we are ready to start”, and then she and the other bumps departed to within the city walls.
>> Anonymous
>>354367
Try having a little fun for once.
>> Anonymous
sweet fuck guys, if she's on the internet, they could come to 4chan.
they could read their own story.
fuck, that'd be trippy.
>> Anonymous
>>353479
/r/ more futa fucking normal girls.
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>>354433
both of those people are men from Princess Princess. They're traps, not dickgirls.
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>> edo_hure !CY6ac/sjcI
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OMFG, the author is a genius!!
it is /d/ in fic form!i can't help thinking about gts can sometimes lead to
vore, however...
>>354380
wouldn't that make it kinda like the neverending story?
>> Anonymous
>>354438

One man's trap is another man's dickgirl.
>> Anonymous
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