Rejected Contest Entry: You Are Not Ayame Goriki
Story by Evil Empire
This was to be my entry for this year's story contest but I've received confirmation the it's been disallowed for the contest. I've known for some time that this was likely to happen. I felt that I had put a lot of work into this story so instead of pulling it I decided to stay with the story until I had a concrete refusal. That refusal happened in the last 24 hours. I can't say I'm particularly happy with the timing (not to mention the refusal itself) but there is little that I can do about it.
Much of the fault is my own for not being more careful. I started writing the story before the new rules were posted and failed to check the wording of the new rules. Previously the rules stated that entries must be "futanari related" which I would argue my story certainly is. The new rules state that the stories must "contain futanari". It's hard to argue that my story contains actual futa content.
In any case this will have little, if any, impact on the contest. There was no way my story would have won or even done well vote wise. This story was really just a vehicle for me to express my negative feelings about life and writing futa porn and how the two relate to each other. Perhaps too heavy a topic for a story of a mere 5k words but I think I did a reasonably good job for all that.
Warnings: NO SEX, smelly train cars, girls on buses, angry porn writers, misogyny, cigarettes, half-finished bottles of Yebisu, flying bottle caps
You Are Not Ayame Goriki
You Are Not Ayame Goriki
What does it mean to be a writer of porn on the internet? The more I struggled to come up with an answer the more I came to realize that my lack of an answer was the answer. Nothing. There is no meaning. Any possible answer is meaningless because the question itself is meaningless.
I had a head full of questions. Unfortunately, my head was empty of answers.
For instance, why did every fucking JR train smell like unwashed old men? That was my question as I sat staring at my reflection in the window as I waited for the train doors to close. I pictured hordes of homeless old men invading the JR. "Better than drinking in the rain," they might have said as they cracked open cans of Chu-Hi.
But no, I doubted there were enough homeless old men in all of Japan to sufficiently stink up even a few trains, never mind every single train running on the JR. Perhaps every morning the dutiful train employees sprayed the train cars with odorizer in the JR's constant campaign to make riding the train as unpleasant as humanly possible.
That was the thing about my head. It was full of questions with no answers, true. However, instead of answers I had theories. So many theories. A near infinite amount of theories. Some of them reasonable, many of them ridiculous in the extreme. The one thing about spending so much time on trains and buses was it gave me a lot of time to ponder my questions and theories.
I was a little bit older but not any wiser by the time I arrived home. I kicked off my shoes in the genkan and shrugged the bag off my shoulder and let it hit the floor. It was time to feed my addiction.I didn't bother with food, that could come later, if at all. Instead, I sat down at the small desk I kept in what I laughingly referred to as 'my study' and turned on my computer.
There it was, my pride and joy. I eagerly checked for any new comments or thanks only to sigh in disappointment when I saw there weren't any. Fucking on the Futa Farm for Fun and Fiduciary Fundamentals had been a minor hit but interest in the story had run its course and now I was back to being just another writer of porn that nobody cared about.
It was time to write another story. I pondered the title. I had learned the importance of titles. Any shitty fic with a great title will still get you a lot of views, a good amount of thanks and even a few comments. When one's life is as crappy as mine was even the petty validation of, "Nice story," is not only welcome but is indeed highly sought after.
I finally settled on Futa Fergie Fingers Fran's Fuckhole on the First Friday of February. Of course, what I knew about the Duchess of...York was it? Or was it Wales? No, wait, Diana had been the Princess of Wales right? Damn,
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